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[winchesters-favorite-girl]

One Last Celebration

A/N: This is my entry for @jensen-jarpad‘s writing challenge. I tried to find exact dates in the series but the most I could find is that this could take place in May. So it’s set a few days before Sam’s birthday and we’re just gonna say Sam jumps into the cage not long after his birthday. We’re also just gonna say that at this point they made the plan for Sam to jump into the pit.

Word Count: 2560

Warnings: Angst, character death

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“Where we goin’ Mama?” You asked your mother, Amber, while swinging your feet up and down in the backseat of the car as you watched the road pass by out the window.

“We’re going to see your daddy.” She told you in a tone your three your old brain couldn’t process. She seemed sad but was using a happy tone with you.

“Daddy!” You shouted in an excited voice, your father worked a lot and you didn’t get the chance to see him often. He worked constantly with your uncle and was always driving around fighting the bad guys. There were only a few times a year when you got to see him; your birthday, father’s day, Christmas, and two or three weekends out of the year; so whenever you got to see him it was a big deal.

“I’m so excited to see Daddy, Mama!” You told her as you continued to swing your feet even faster as you grew more eager. “When we gonna get there?”

“We’ll be there in about an hour, we’re going to Mr. Bobby’s house. Daddy and Uncle Dean are there.” She said with a smile.

Fifty minutes later your mom pulled up to Singer’s Auto Salvage and you were bounding up and down your car seat. “Dad, dad, dad, dad, dad.” You repeated happily over and over as you waited for your mother to open the backseat door so you could get out.

As she opened the door you looked up to the house and saw your father walking out with a confused look on his face, “Daddy!” You shouted as you ran towards him with your arms open in a ‘pick me up’ motion.

Quickly complying, Sam knelt down and scooped you into his arms before standing back up, “What’re you doing here you little monkey?” He asked, placing a kiss to your hair.

“Mama said we’re here to visit you for the day!” You told him happily.

Sam shot a perplexed look at your mother but went along with it, “Hey kiddo.” Your uncle’s voice rang out from behind you and Sam.

“Uncle Dean!” You squealed, wiggling around in your father’s arms. Sam got the message and passed you off to Dean.

“You have a good drive with your mom?” He asked you as he placed a kiss on your cheek.

“Uh huh, I was super good and we saw lots of cows.” You informed him in a serious voice.

“Very good munchkin, told you she’d love the cows.” Dean said to your mom who let out a chuckle with his words.

“You knew they were coming?” Sam questioned as Dean transferred you back into your father’s arms.

Dean nodded his head, “Yeah, I called ‘em. I uh, told Amber what was goin’ on and we figured we should have Y/N come see ya before, everything goes down.”

“You not wanna see me Daddy?” You sadly asked.

Sam quickly shook his head, trying to hide the tears that were building in his eyes as he realized this was supposed to be his last goodbye with you. “No baby, I’m so, so happy that you’re here with me.”

“That’s good cause I missed you lots and lots.” You told him before giving him a hug, “I wished you could be with us all the time.”

Sam returned the hug; burying his face into the crook of your neck, “Me too little monkey.“

“So, what’re you two gonna do today?” Dean asked.

“I no know, whatcha wanna do Daddy?” You said, looking at your father.

Amber cut in with an idea, “Why don’t you two celebrate your daddy’s birthday?” She suggested as she pushed some of your hair out of your face, “I brought the presents we were gonna mail him. You two can have a daddy-daughter birthday celebration.”

“Oh Daddy, can we? Can we?” You begged, placing your hands on each side of his face for emphasis.

Sam chuckled and turned his head to place a kiss on your hand, “Course sweetheart. We can go to the movies, grab lunch at the diner, maybe go bowling.”

“And when you guys come home I’ll have dinner ready for you and Dean will go get a birthday cake so we can have cake and presents.” Your mom finished.

“Amber you don’t have to do that.” Sam told her with a shy smile.

Your mother shook her head, “I want to. You two go and have a great day, we’ll be here when you get back.” Giving her car keys to Sam, “She needs the car seat, take my car, it’ll make it easier then trying to put the seat in the impala.”

Sam gripped onto the keys, “Thank you.” He whispered, expressing his gratitude for more then just letting him borrow the car; for letting him see his daughter one last time.

“Thank you.” Amber replied as tears grew in her eyes, “Now go. I bet the movies will be having their first times soon if you wanna make it.”

“We gotta go Daddy!” You shouted in Sam’s ear, “I don’t wanna miss the movies!”

Sam tickled your sides in retaliation, “No need to shout little monkey, we’re going! See you guys later.”

“Bye Mama! Bye Unca Dean!” You waved goodbye to your mother and uncle.

“Have fun baby.” Amber waved back as Dean waved besides her.

“You know you could have gone with them.” Dean said as Sam buckled you into your car seat, “He wouldn’t have minded the family time.”

Your mother nodded her head but continued to watch Sam interact with you, “I know. I just want her to have some time alone with him, besides, the story of Amber and Sam was over before it began after you two saved me from that vampire. I just-he saved my life and he’s the father of my daughter, makes it very easy to be attached to him and after he’s-when he’s gone I can’t fall apart over him. I’ll need to be there for Y/N, just like I’m hoping you’ll be?”

Dean rubbed an imaginary spot on his hand while he mulled over Amber’s words, “Yeah,” He responded, his voice thick with emotion, “Course I’m gonna be there for the squirt. I just wasn’t sure how you were planning on spinning what’s gonna-what’s gonna happen to him.”

Amber wrapped her arms around herself while she spoke, “The truth, sorta.” Letting out a breath she took a shaky inhale, “I’m gonna tell her he died. That he died saving a lot of people. That he loved her and wishes he could be there for her to see her grow up; but I’m also gonna tell her it’ll all be okay. That I’m still here and so is her Uncle Dean.” Dean nodded his head in understanding as tears began to grow in his eyes thinking about what the future is gonna hold.

“She’s not gonna remember him.” Amber said as tears began to fall from her eyes, “She’s too young. She won’t remember how much he loved her. She won’t remember how much she adored him. She’s not gonna remember that her first word was ‘da’ or that her first steps were towards him. She won’t remember playing tag with him or how she always climbs on him. She won’t understand why he called her little monkey. She won’t even remember celebrating with him today. So we’re gonna have to remember for her. Cause one day she’s gonna come to us with questions and we gotta have answers. She deserves it, and so does he.”

You spent the entire day with your dad and loved every minute of it.

You went to the movies, ate lunch at a diner, played games at the arcade, and chased ducks at the pond. By the time Sam drove back to Bobby’s house you were passed out in your car seat. Sam carefully lifted you out of your seat and into his arms; you were quick to hide your face into his neck, shielding your eyes from the setting sun.

Dean opened the front door for Sam and quietly closed it behind him. When Sam entered the living room he was met with the site of Amber and Bobby sitting on the couch talking while a few presents sat on the coffee table in front of them.

“She been asleep for long?” Amber questioned.

“Just a little bit. She missed her nap so she could use the rest.” Sam explained.

Amber nodded her head in agreement, “You wore her out,” She chuckled, “Well, dinner’s ready. You can lay her down on the couch while we eat and I can heat it up for her later.”

Sam was quick to shake his head, “T’s okay, she’s comfortable here. I’ll just hold her while we eat.”

“She’s not a baby anymore Sam, it won’t be so easy to eat while holding her.” Amber explained gently but Sam just shook his head again.

“I’ll be fine.” He told her.

Amber decided to let it drop, figuring out that Sam wanted to keep you in his arms as long as possible. She served dinner which consisted of chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans. Together, her, Bobby, and Dean celebrated Sam’s final birthday while you slept peacefully in his arms.

It wasn’t until they were wrapping up dinner that you began to stir.

“Mmmm, Daddy?” You asked in a groggy voice as you rubbed your sleepy face in his neck and shoulder.

“Yeah baby?” Sam replied in a hushed tone.

“I’m hunrgy.” You said sleepily.

“You want some mashed potatoes sweetie?” Amber gently asked.

“Mmhmm.” You responded, nodding your head against Sam’s shoulder. “Can I still sit with Daddy?”

“Course you can baby.” Sam told you as he carefully maneuvered you so that you were sitting forward on his lap so you could eat. Amber placed a bowl of mashed potatoes in front of you which you quickly began to eat.

“You have fun with Daddy today sweetie?” Amber asked. You nodded in response as you continued to eat your food. “You still tired?” Again you nodded your head before placing another spoonful in your mouth.

“You can’t be tired kiddo!” Dean said with a smile, “We got cake to eat and you gotta help your dad open presents.”

You shook your head at your uncle which caused the adults to chuckle, “I just wanna cuddle Daddy and sleep.” You told them which quickly stilled the happy mood. Sam tightened his hold on you with your words.

“You feeling okay baby?” Your mom asked as she placed her hand on your forehead looking for a temperature.

“‘M fine.” You replied grumpily, “I just want my daddy.”

That’s how the rest of the evening went.

Everyone else ate cake while you sat on your father’s lap, taking the occasional bite of his cake when he offered it and you sat with him while he opened his presents.

It was a little after eight when your mom went to wash the dishes while Dean helped and Bobby went outside to work in the garage. As everyone else in the house was being productive Sam laid with you on his chest, his arms wrapped around you as you began to fall asleep once more.

“I love you so much little monkey.” Sam said as he watched your eyes begin to close.

“I love you too Daddy.” You responded sleepily, “All the way to the moooon…”

���And stars.” Sam completed while observing your face, memorizing every freckle.

Your eyes finally closed and breathing evened out, but Sam continued to hold you and watch you sleep. Over an hour later Amber and Dean came into the room.

“Sam,” Amber said softly, “We uh-we gotta go.” Sam looked over at them with quiet tears falling down his cheeks as they had for the last hour. Sam wordlessly nodded his head but made no indication he was going to move.

“Sammy, they gotta get going. We need them to get to the cabin and Rufus is outside waiting to drive with them.” Dean explained to his brother, hoping it’d snap him out of it. “We gotta get them there before we can go after Luci-”

Sam interrupted him, “Don’t talk about it with her in here, sleeping or not I don’t want her to hear this crap.”

Dean was silenced for a moment, “Okay Sammy, but they still gotta go.”

Nodding his head Sam finally broke his stare at you to look back at his big brother, “This isn’t fair.”

Dean pursed his lip, trying to hide the emotions he was feeling, “I know.”

Letting out a sigh, Sam pushed your hair behind your ear. Holding you comfortably he gripped you as he stood up. “I’ll bring her to the car.” He said before walking outside.

Amber grabbed her bag and quickly followed him out, wanting to get this over with. Dean went as well, unsure of how Sam was going to be after you left.

Sam was standing outside of the car with you on his hip, your face was in his neck and he could feel the steady exhale of your breath on his neck. Amber walked over to and opened up the backseat of her car.

Moving to put you in the car Sam stopped himself. He looked over at Amber who was barely holding it together and opened his arm for her; sharing in one last family hug.

Dean couldn’t stop the tear that fell as he watched Sam hold his family for the last time.

Giving Amber a squeeze, Sam placed a kiss on her head before releasing her. He then returned his complete attention on you. He placed his hand on your head as he placed a long kiss on your forehead, “I love you so much.”

Leaning down Sam gently put you in your car seat and buckled you up. He ran his finger on your cheek one more time before placing a soft kiss on your lip, “I love you baby.” Sam told you again as tears fell.

You groggily adjusted yourself in the seat, “Love you too Daddy.” You said, not fully waking up before you were passed out again.

Sam stared at you for another moment before standing up and quietly shutting the door. Taking a moment he let out a breath as he turned to face Dean and Amber.

“Take care of her.” Sam asked.

“I will. Promise.” Amber told him.

“Don’t let her forget me, please.” Sam begged as more tears fell.

“Never. She’ll know who you were Sam. She won’t know everything, but she’s gonna know you were a hero. She’s gonna know how much you loved her. How you were her whole world. I promise.” Amber said strongly.

Sam nodded his head before turning and walking back into the house.

It was for his daughter that he was doing this.

He was going to stop the apocalypse so that his daughter could grow up safely.

He would think of you as he took control of Lucifer and jumped into the cage.

He would remember how worth it the torture was as Lucifer and Michael carved into him.

He wouldn’t think about you when he was soulless.

You were the first person he went to see once he got his soul back.

You were all he needed to be whole again.

[imjusthereforsupernatural]

200 Big Ones

A/N: This is my entry for @jensen-jarpad ’s big celebration challenge! Happy birthday lovelie!

Pairings: Dean x reader!sister, Sam x reader!sister

Word Count: 729

Reader Age: ~18

Gif from 10x17, but I made it :)

You smirked as you watched the black ball disappear into the pocket straight ahead. The drunken man threw the stick he was using onto the table, followed by a string of curses.

“You hustled me!” he yelled, approaching you with balled fists. You stood upright and raised your eyebrows.

“I believe you owe me some cash,” you said, holding out one hand and using the other to push onto the man’s chest, preventing him from coming any closer. He shoved your open hand away.

“You little –!”

“Whoa whoa whoa, take it easy there, big guy,” you patted his chest. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll just go.”

You brushed past him, the smirk never leaving your lips as you walked a reasonable distance away from the drunk.

“Oh yeah,” you called out, turning around to face him again. “This was mine, right?” You waved the wad of cash in the air, taking a few steps back. You watched him go wide-eyed and pat down his pockets. You bolted before he could make a move. A crash of chairs and indistinct shouting followed close behind as you skidded to a stop at the bar.

“We gotta go! Let’s go, now!” you yelled quickly, yanking the two cargo jackets away from their drinks. You weaved your way through a small crowd of concerned people, shoving the door open.

“Y/N, what the hell was that?” Sam asked. You slowed to a halt, knowing you were no longer in immediate danger with your brothers there. Jumping in the impala, you gestured for them to follow. Dean peeled out of the parking lot without a word, letting you catch your breath.

“Pull over at that diner over there,” you pointed, still breathing heavily. Dean obliged and you hopped out of the car, giddy with excitement. You held up the cash, “I’m up 200 big ones, dinner’s on me tonight.”

Dean’s smile and Sam’s eyes went wide.

“I should have known,” Sam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Dean elbowed him and walked over to you, slinging an arm around your shoulders.

“Oh come on, Sammy! Our baby sister had her first successful hustle!” Dean shook you lightly, causing you to grin at his joy.

“Dean!” Sam scolded, throwing his hands in the air.

“I don’t know about you, but this calls for a celebration. Y/N/N, I’m gonna take you up on that offer,” Dean said, looking down at you with pride. You walked with him into the diner and found a booth. As much as Sam disapproved, he couldn’t help but follow.

“Milkshakes all around, my good sir,” you said to the waiter in a fake accent, who looked at you with annoyance; it was nearly 2 in the morning and he probably just wanted to go home. Dean ordered the both of you bacon cheeseburgers, Sam had declined.

“To Y/N,” Dean said, raising his nearly empty milkshake in the air. “My baby sister’s all grown up.”

Dean wiped a fake tear from his eye as you all clinked glasses.

“I learned from the best,” you said to Dean, giving him a light nudge. You ordered a whole apple pie, which was devoured in a few minutes by all three of you. You left a couple twenties on the table before heading out.

“Now where the hell do you think you’re going?” a familiar voice called out from the dimly lit parking lot of the diner.

“About to head home and count my big ’ole wad of cash here, what about you?” you sassed, standing tall between your brothers.

“Why don’t you get on outta here, pal, before I make you,” Dean said gruffly, folding his arms.

“Oh yeah?” the drunk said, taking a step towards you.

“Yeah,” Sam answered as he stood in between, looking down at the man who stood a good several inches below him. The man turned away with a huff. You grinned and went to open the back door of the impala when Dean tossed you the keys.

“Only on really special occasions,” he said with a wink, opening the passenger door and sliding in. You bounced up and down for a second before jogging around to the driver’s side.

“Best hustle ever,” you whispered to yourself as you tucked your money back into your pocket and turned the volume on the radio up, blaring your favorite song.

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[iwantthedean]

Happy Not-Birthday

Summary: You’re not too excited about celebrating your birthday, but that doesn’t stop Jensen from making it a special day.  Pairing: Jensen x Reader Word Count: Warnings: There’s a mention of birthday sex, no details. Sorry to disappoint.  Challenge: @jensen-jarpad’s Big Celebration Challenge! Happy birthday Beca!

Maybe it was getting older, maybe it was how busy you had been lately. All you knew was that, while you normally got super excited about your birthday, you didn’t want to deal with it this year. You were just another year older, that was it. Another dinner to attend, another outfit to fuss over, more money to spend. Why bother?

You made that very clear to Jensen, too. He was coming into town to see you, but you made him promise not to do anything else. No surprise parties, no big gifts, nothing crazy. You settled for Jensen and your mother arranging a small family dinner for you, as long as there was no cake or anything.

The get-together was actually really nice; you enjoyed spending time with your family, and seeing Jensen so comfortable around them warmed your heart. After you helped your mother clean up the leftovers and do the dishes – something she made very clear she was not happy about you doing – Jensen drove your car back to your place.

Of course, birthday sex wasn’t something you were opposed to participating in. As long as Jensen was willing to get past your cranky, not-in-the-birthday-mood mood, you’d give in to this birthday activity. Hell, if you could have spent all twenty-four hours of your birthday naked with Jensen, that would have been the perfect birthday this year.

After a post-coital shower together, the two of you got into your before-bed routine. Jensen was back and forth a couple of times, but you didn’t think much of it. It was just before one when you were finally ready to settle into bed.

“Wait,” Jensen said, taking your hand. “C’mere. I want to show you something.”

He led you carefully through the dark house, into the kitchen. You smiled when you saw what he wanted to show you: a small birthday cake with sparkler candles set carefully on the island counter. You smiled and shook your head as Jensen wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and sang Happy Birthday softly, his cheek pressed against yours.

“I know you said no cakes, but that’s half the fun. This isn’t really a celebration because it’s after midnight, anyway,” Jensen said, turning on the kitchen lights after you blew out the candles. “And it’s just you and me.”

He handed you a fork and pulled one from the drawer for himself, then waited for you to take the first bite. You took in a deep breath as you tasted the sugary goodness.

“Thank you for this,” you told him genuinely. “And for not making a big deal about my birthday.”

Jensen leaned over the counter to kiss away the frosting that was smeared over your bottom lip. “I know you’re in a bit of a weird rut or whatever, but even at your moodiest, babe, I love you, and I’m glad that you’ve been around for another year.”

His short speech touched your heart and made your eyes mist over. Setting down your fork, you went around the counter and hugged him tight. If anyone could perfect a birthday you didn’t even want to celebrate in the first place, you weren’t surprised that it was the green-eyed, goofy, loving man who held your heart in the palm of his hand.

[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

Free To Be You and Me

Characters: Y/N Singer, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned) Caleb Nichols (OC - mentioned), Bobby Singer (mentioned)    

Pairing: AU - Caleb x Reader, Dean x Reader

Warnings: Divorce, cheating (not Dean nor the reader), low self worth, douchebag ex, Dean being perfect (yep that’s a warning), smut (not super graphic but it’s there), oral (female receiving), vaginal sex. Unsafe sex - wrap it before you tap it y’all.    

Word Count: 2600ish

A/N: This is written for @jensen-jarpad’s big celebration challenge - I had the idea for it pretty quickly but it took me a while deciding who I wanted to write it for. I ended up going with Dean but it is AU and not SPN verse.

Thanks to the sweet amazing @percywinchester27 for betaing this for me (sorry bout the smut Ana - it just happened!)

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Your divorce had finally gone through and you knew you were supposed to feel something. Grief, relief, something. Instead you couldn’t stop thinking how you had wasted 3 years of your life on a guy who had  constantly belittled you, and done everything in his power to close you off from your family and friends.

It had taken him cheating on you with his secretary, which was only the world's biggest cliche, for you to finally have had enough. He hadn’t even been sad or angry as he had watched you pack your bags and walk out on him, to go live with your dad until you could get back on your feet. Instead, he chose to tell you he knew you would be back. No other man would love you and he was only with you out of pity anyway.

Nothing about your marriage had been healthy or loving. You didn’t regret for one second that you had left him, but still his words had stuck with you. As you sat there on your couch staring at the finalized divorce papers you couldn’t help but wonder if he was right. Were you unloveable? Surely there were girls that looked much better than you, but you had never put that much stock into looks. You had always been a tomboy anyway and your best friend in the entire world was a guy. Or rather he used to be. Caleb had never liked Dean, and the feeling was mutual. The only difference was that Dean had never asked you to chose between the two of them. Caleb had, and the idiot you had been, you had chosen the man who had spent every day of your life together telling you you weren’t good enough, above the man who had been there for you whenever you needed him. The man who had held you as you cried when you mother had passed away. The man who had celebrated every graduation with you. The man who in spite of how he felt about the guy you had married, had showed up at your wedding to support your decision. That had been the last time you had seen Dean.

You knew you could call him now. Hell you could have 6 months ago when you walked out on Caleb, but you didn’t deserve his friendship. You had tossed him aside, when Caleb had told you to. You had hurt him beyond words and you had no right to be in his life. You had no right to have called his brother when you needed a lawyer, but you didn’t have much money and Sam was the best you could think off.

You knew Sam had probably told Dean about your divorce, and how he had torn Caleb’s lawyer a new one. Getting you a nice settlement and enough money to get by, until you figured out what to do with your life, now that this chapter of your life had come to an end. So it wasn’t Dean knowing you were divorced or even him knowing where to find you, that surprised you when you heard the roar of the impala engine as it pulled up your driveway. It was the fact that he was even here in the first place. Why would he want to even see you after everything you had done?

You ran for your front door opening it even before he could knock, “what are you doing here?” The words came out a lot harsher than you had intended, but Dean didn’t seem to take it too bad.

“Hello to you too, sweetheart,” Dean sassed you, holding up a sixpack of beer and a bottle of whiskey. “I thought you could use a drink.”

“I don’t need to drown my sorrows Dean,” you protested, as he pushed his way past you and inside your house, quickly scoping the place out, before deciding on the way to your living room.

“Oh we are not drowning anything, Y/N/N. We are celebrating you getting rid of jerkface,” Dean smirked at you, letting himself fall down onto your couch looking up at you. “Are you getting us a couple of glasses, or are we drinking from the bottle?” Dean gestured towards the whiskey, as you just stood there staring at him. You couldn’t believe he was sitting in your living room, acting as if nothing had happened. It was just like the two of you had talked last night for the last time, and not 3 years ago. You wanted to run across the room, hug him and tell him you were sorry, but you couldn’t. Doing that might bring up a can of worms, you weren’t prepared to face.

“Glasses. Right,” you mumbled, quickly heading towards the kitchen, only to return with two glasses and a couple of bags of chips. Dean’s face lit up in a huge smile as you placed the snacks on the table in front of him, lowering yourself down next to him. “That’s my girl,” he praised, and you fought the tears pressing against your eyes. You had missed him so much more than you had realized, but again you weren’t prepared for what it would bring with it if you told him that.

As rigid you were at first, Dean made you feel comfortable. He made you forget. He made you feel safe and at ease in his company just like he always had. You laughed with him as he made impersonations of your ex, telling you stories about how he had rigged his car to not being able to start when you first started dating him, after he had overheard him calling you a bad name. You knew Dean didn’t liked him, but he had hidden the fact of how much he truly hated him until now. As the booze started flowing, you became more emotional. You weren’t drunk, but just tipsy enough for your tears to start flowing.

“Hey,” Dean quickly moved closer to you, gently brushing your hair off your face, before rubbing his thumb across your cheek. “Don’t do that sweetheart. He ain’t worth your tears.”

You let out a strangled sob, as you stared into his eyes and suddenly you couldn’t keep your secret from him anymore. “They aren’t for him,” you confessed quietly, and the confusion on Dean’s face became evident.

“I am sorry I pushed you away. He was jealous of us and he made me chose. Dean I should never have…” you started but Dean hushed you, pulling you into his arms, and hugging you tightly against him.

“It’s okay Y/N/N. I’m here. It doesn’t matter,” he promised you, which only resulted in you crying even harder against his neck. You had no idea how he always made you feel like this. This loved and cared for, without ever wanting anything from you.

“He thought I was in love with you. He told me to prove I wasn’t by not talking to you anymore,” you sobbed, and you felt Dean freeze up a little before rubbing circles on your back.

“He’s a douche Y/N. He doesn’t matter. I never stopped being your friend. I was just waiting for you to see that,” he spoke softly, before you pulled off him. You couldn’t do this. You couldn’t be this close to him and not tell him. You couldn’t tell him and risk losing him all over again so you jumped off the couch, fleeing to your bedroom.

Dean was right behind you, and through the door, before you had the chance to close it. “Y/N stop,” he pleaded with you, “what the hell was that about?” You could see the hurt written all over his face, and the tears flowed down your face as you made the confession you were sure would drive Dean away for good.

“Caleb is a douche Dean, but he wasn’t wrong,” you spoke barely above a whisper, looking down at your feet, desperately trying not to look at the man who had been your best friend for the past two decades.

“What?” Dean gently pressed two fingers beneath your chin, urging you to look at him. “Y/N/N I think I know what you are saying, but I need you to say it sweetheart.”

“I’m in love with you okay?!” You halfway screamed at him, before pulling away from him, “I know we’re friends and that you don’t see me like that. I doubt anyone ever will again. You can go if you want to. I understand if we can’t be friends anymore,” you kept rambling until Dean’s hands landed on your neck. He closed the gap between you, kissing you silent.

You froze up, completely shocked by the sudden kiss, before you finally relaxed after a few seconds. Only then did Dean gently run his tongue over your bottom lip, silently asking for access, which you instantly granted. He felt just like you had always imagined he would. Gentle and lowing, yet passionate enough to make your head spin. Not that that mattered, because there was no way he was letting you fall. His strong arms were closed around you, holding your body flush against his. He broke the kiss gradually, tenderly pecking your lips a few times, before resting his forehead against yours.

“I love you Y/N/N. I have for a long time. I have no idea what the hell he did to you, but I promise you I am going to prove him wrong. I will prove to you, you are the most beautiful and strongest woman I have ever met.” Dean spoke quietly as his hands slowly started unbuttoning your shirt.

The way he looked at you when he slowly peeled it off your body, completely took your breath away. You had never had anyone look at you like this before, like you were every birthday and christmas rolled up into one.

“You’re gorgeous sweetheart,” Dean breathed, slowly leading you back towards the bed. Your heart stayed in your throat as you let him undress the both of you. His eyes constantly seeking yours, silently asking your approval. You gave it by nodding or reaching for him, not trusting your voice in that moment. You couldn’t believe this was really happening, that he really felt like this about you. You moaned, throwing your head back in pleasure as his lips wandered from yours down your neck. The tips of his calloused fingers, gently caressing every part of your body that he could reach.

You gasped, letting your fingers rake over his scalp as he slowly moved his lips south. He was in to hurry to get to his planned destination, and he almost had you coming apart beneath him just by the simple touch of his hands and tongue against your skin. Dean sucked a mark on your inner thigh making you arch off the bed, as he smirked against your skin.

“Smartass,” you couldn’t help but giggle, and Dean winked up at you, before his tongue ran through your folds making you arch off the beds yet again. Dean’s hands firmly gripped your hips, holding you down as he moaned against your pussy, sending shocks of vibrations through your body, as you called out his name. His eyes never broke contact with yours as he brought you closer and closer to your peek. The loving looking in his lust clouded eyes were what finally did you in, screaming his name as you tumbled over the edge. No man had ever made you come like this before, and your chest was heaving when Dean slowly kissed his way back up your body until his lips finally met yours again in a sweet kiss.

Dean let himself fall down next to you, gloriously naked and his huge cock standing proud against his stomach as he watched you, smiling as if he was under some sort of a spell. “You look so fucking sexy when you come for me, pretty girl,” he whispered in your ear, and just like that the coil in your stomach started building again. You wanted him. Needed him. You reached out gently stroking his cock and his head instantly fell against your shoulder, a strangled groan escaping him.

“Jeez Y/N/N! Warn a guy,” he chuckled against your skin, making you laugh.

“I’m sorry Dean. Can I please jerk you off?” you mocked him, and he instantly rolled on top of you making you squeal, as he blew raspberries against you neck.

“So cheeky,” he grinned down at you, but stopped when he saw the loving look in your eyes. You slowly reached up, wrapping your arms around his neck, “make love to me Dee. Please.”

You gasped against each other’s lips when Dean slowly pushed himself inside of you. Never in you life had you felt more complete than you did in that moment. You felt whole, like he was your missing piece, the seconds your bodies linked, and you knew by the way he looked at you that he felt it too.

“I love you, Y/N/N,” Dean whispered into your ear as he slowly started moving. It wasn’t about reaching a peak for either of you. It was about feeling each other, about the way he fit just right inside of you. His slow, deep thrusts making you feel everything. It was about your hands exploring each other’s bodies and about kissing until your head was spinning. This moment was about expressing the love you had felt for each other for the longest of times, but had always held back out of fear of losing the other. You had no idea how long he was ontop of you, all around you, inside of you. Filling your senses, pulling moans of pleasure and tears of love from you, before you were both finally feeling it. Dean started snapping his hips faster against you and your hips came off the bed, meeting his every thrust until you were screaming his name for the second time that night and Dean’s groans of your name following not long after, as he spilled ropes of his hot cum inside of you.

Dean collapsed on top of you, resting most of his weight on his elbows positioned on either side of your body, keeping himself from crushing you. Your fingers ran soothing patterns over his back as you tried helping both of you off your high.

“Damn Y/N/N, you sure know how to celebrate,” Dean chuckled against your ear, making you playfully hit his shoulder, and Dean laughingly pulled out of you and rolled onto his back, pulling you with him.

“You’re such an ass, Dean,” you fake pouted, causing Dean to look down at you with a huge shit-eating grin on his face.

“I know. But I am your ass if you’ll have me, sweetheart,” Dean promised, and you instantly rolled all the way on top of him, cupping his face in your hands. The adoring look in his eyes made your heart skip a beat and you sent him a warm genuine smile as you made a promise you knew you would keep forever.

“Oh I am never letting you go ever again, Winchester,” you spoke tenderly, before leaning down to seal your vow with a kiss.   

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I love Hot Air Balloons!

Dean x Reader Brief mentions of Sam, Cas, Jody, Donna, Claire, Garth and Crowley (seriously the whole Scooby Gang). Lots of fluff to balance the smut. Warnings: Smut, Oral (female receiving), slight Doctor Kink, language, period talk. A/N: This is was written for Beca’s Big Celebration Challenge. @jensen-jarpad You woke up in the middle of the night with some awful cramps on your left side. You left your sleeping boyfriend and walked to the bathroom. You tried but you couldn’t go so you thought it may just be indigestion or an old injury flaring up. You took some Tums and a couple of Tylenol and returned to your snuggly boyfriend. “You ok, sweetheart?” Dean asked in a sleepy but concerned voice. He wrapped his warm arm around you. “Yeah, my tummy hurts.” You pouted in a baby voice. “Period?” He questioned. “No, that was last week remember.” “I do, now that you mention it. You want me to rub your belly, Baby?” You curled closer into him, “Yeah, that would be nice.” His rough hands felt nice on your soft skin, you let his expert touch guide your relief.

You hummed, “that feels nice, thank you.” “You know there are other ways​ for me to help you feel better, even if it is only temporary.” You saw him wiggle his eyebrows, lit dimmly by the night light in the corner of the bed room. “Dr. Winchester, are you trying to seduce me?” “Well when you put it that way, then yeah.” Dean let out a chuckle. You turned to him, as his lips met yours. His kisses were always the best, and he never held back. What he couldn’t say with words he always could say with those amazing lips. He whispered kissing down your chest. “I am going to make you feel so good.” You giggled already starting to forget about your upset stomach. He pulled down your sleeping shorts and cotton underwear in one tug throwing them in the floor. He pushed your knees apart, two fingers spread your folds, you could feel his hot breath on your sex. You laid back and smiled knowing what was coming, he had done this plenty of times before. If they gave out medals for knowing how to pleasure a woman, shit, Dean would have earned a Gold one by now. He licked into clit with just the right intense pressure that sent a jolt of bliss into your core completely overriding your pain. While he worked to stimulate your bundle with his tongue, he gently drove two fingers in you. Your panting started to fill the small room, Dean loved to hear the heavenly moans that so often soared from your mouth. He grabbed the meat of your ass hard with one hand when you said his name over and over again like your were singing a song. “How’s my patient doing?” He quickly asked before returning to suck at your clit. “Um hum!” You yelped in agreement at the new sucking​ sensation. “Dean!” You screamed, “Yes, oh God!” You didn’t want to cum so quickly but shit you couldn’t hold on any longer then​ Dean hurled his tongue right in the center of your nub pressing his nose into your hood. Your orgasm ripped through your core. Your body twisted with delight until your let out a giggle letting him know that he could stop now. You saw that self confident smirk spread across his face the way the light illuminated his face made him look so handsomely devilish. He sat back on his feet and groped at his engorged package. “You know Dr. Winchester, my stomach is hurting. I think I need a little more medicine.” You said in breathy Marilyn Monroe impersonation. He pounced on you like a tiger, “I was hoping your were going to say that.” He gave you fast kisses as he quickly got rid of his shorts. Your legs were already open and the slick between your folds made it easy for Dean’s thick cock to slide right in. The two of you rolled around the bed trying to find a rhythm, both laughing as Dean fell out a couple of times. He gripped your hands to the bed to keep you from rolling anymore. Just enough pressure on your wrists, nothing to leave a bruise, he thrusted in and out, it was the best feeling in the world as his lips sucked on the soft skin of your ear lobe. He released you wrists, you immediately clawed your nails down his back, trying to hold on to something. He pounded hard into your pussy, you and Dean moaned in unison with each plunge of his length. Then your walls began to quiver and you couldn’t control it and you clamped down on his dick, thighs tightening​ wrapping around his waist. Obscenities flowed from both your mouths as you two found your release in each other’s embrace. Dean pulled out of you, “God, that was good. Your bedside manner is impeccable, Dr. Winchester.” You chuckled placing your hand to your head, reveling in the after glow of being fucked by the world’s most perfect cock. You snuggled up to Dean, sure there was still a dull ache in your belly but now you were too exhausted to care. Within a few minutes, you were gently snoring in Dean’s strong arms. 6:38 am, the bright screen on your phone revealed. You slowly got out of bed and made sure you were decent before wandering down the hallway to the kitchen. The pain was still there and now it felt like you had been stung by a hundred bees, you were miserable. You took a couple more Tylenol that you found in the drawer in the kitchen with your morning coffee. Not too long after the coffee was brewed, the brothers stumbled into the kitchen following their noses to the miracle that was your coffee. Dean noticed you were still holding your left side, “You still don’t feel well, sweetheart?” “No, it is even worse now.” You informed him. Dean looked around expecting to see someone else, “well Cas is around here somewhere.” “I’m right here Dean.” Cas’ heavenly deep voice rang from the hallway. He was going to be your savior today. Dean ushered him in, “Just in time, buddy. (Y/N) has had the worst cramps all night. Can you fix her up?” Cas place his fingers to your forehead, nothing happened, “Dean, this is biology, there is nothing for me to fix.” You and Dean had the exact same confused look on your face, “Cas, what do you mean biology?” Sam asked on your behalf. “She is simply ovulating. Do you not go through this every month?” Castiel inquired. “Dude, no, nothing like this. I have never felt myself ovulate before. My period isn't​ even this bad.” you were always so thankful you barely ever had any cramps during your time of the month but then it hit you. “Shit, Dean, shit!” Dean moved towards you, “What’s the matter?” “Remember we played Doctor this morning.” You gritted your teeth. Sam heard what you said and raised his eyebrows and kept his mouth shut. “Yeah, I remember, ohh.” Dean sighed. “Baby, I am so sorry. I’ll go to the pharmacy today get those Plan B pills.” You suggested. “The hell you will!” Dean shouted almost scaring you, “I know we have been playing it kinda fast and loose with the protection these days but Sweetheart, I love you. I want to be a dad. If we do get pregnant that’s wonderful. You actually shouldn’t be drinking this now.” “What?” You were in shock and now he was taking away your coffee. “Caffeine is bad for the baby.” Dean spoke as though he just knew. He turned to Sam, away from you and pointed to his ring finger. “Now?” Sam asked. “Yes, now!” Dean replied a little agitated. Sam ran off down the hall to his room, Dean held your hand until Sam came back and handed Dean something behind his back. Dean moved from his chair and got down on one knee, “(Y/N), I was going to wait until our three year anniversary next month, I have​ this whole weekend getaway planned including a hot air balloon ride.” “I love hot air balloons!” You interjected almost in disbelief of what was happening, tears had started to well up in your eyes. “I know you do but if you are carrying my kid, I didn’t want you to think we just got married because I knocked you up.” He paused, “I love you so much, Will you (Y/N) (Y/L/N) marry me?” He opened the small black velvet box revealing a beautiful and modest bezel set diamond in white gold. You got down on your knees too, kissing him deep and lovingly. “So is that a yes?” He asked with the brightest smile you had ever seen on his face. Tears of joys ran down your face, “Yes! Yes! Dean, I will marry you!” Six weeks later Jody and Donna were tussling your vale as you sat gazing at your sonogram photo from your last doctor’s visit. Dean had convinced Cas to tell us what the sex of the baby was so we could paint one of the spare rooms for the nursery. The shear joy in Dean’s voice when we found out that, ‘it’s a boy,’ was unreal. These few weeks, Dean had​ smiled more and cried more happy tears then you had ever seen. You ran a baby blue ribbon through the hole punch in the top corner of the photo and tied it to your wedding bouquet, you decided that ‘he’ was going​ to be your something blue. You weren’t nervous just excited. It was a small wedding, you walked down the aisle to an instrumental track of All of My Love by Led Zeppelin, it was so Dean, but it worked on so many ways, then you busted out laughing, when it suddenly changed to Pour Some Sugar on Me in an instrumental version. Your three boys looked so handsome in their black suits, Dean’s eyes sparkled as he watched you walk down the aisle. Donna and Jody looked gorgeous in their matching dark red tea dresses. Dean leaned in, “Sam thought you would hate my song choice, I guess I really do know you after all.” Garth began the ceremony but you really only remember when he said “repeat after me, ‘I (Y/N) (Y/L/N), take Dean Winchester to be my lawfully wedded husband…’” The rest of the ceremony was a total blur. The wedding party took some quick photos and the all the guests headed to a small local bar that Sam had rented out for the affair. You and Dean danced over to Sam, “You know it’s customary for the best man and maid of honor to hook up at the wedding.” You pointed to Donna, “She looks damn good over there!” Sam lifted his belt a little, a sign that he was interested, “Yes, yes, she does.” Sam agreed and walked over to ask Donna to dance. Later in the evening, you sat down by Jody to for a bit. You watched as Cas and Claire danced to Butterfly Kisses. Her bare feet stood on top of his dress shoes as they gently rocked on the dance floor. Jody was crying at how sweet they were together. Crowley had been nursing drinks by the bar all evening, finally he made his way over to you, “(Y/N), you are positively radiant, being a wife and mother truly suits you.” You stood hugging him deeply and thank him for being here. He then adjusted his attention to Jody, “Ms. Mills, I am very sorry about trying to kill you that one time. Do you think you could put that aside for this one evening? I would like to take you for a spin on the dance floor.” Jody looked to you for advice, you softly shrugged, “You liked him once before, go for it. Remember your drinking for both of us, let yourself make bad decisions.” You giggled. “Ok why the hell not.” Jody told Crowley. Dean joined you at the table, “I got a special song coming on just for you.” He took your hand and lead you back out on the​ floor. He signaled every one to come back, you about died, when you heard Night Moves come over the jukebox. You smirked, “so this your special song? Hmm…” “Well I figured we’re going to have some Night Moves ourselves.” He looked around at everyone dancing close. “We might not be the only ones performing some Night Moves.” He insinuated. The night poured on as the drinks kept flowing, and the party moved to the bunker. The next morning you and Dean found both Jody and Donna trying to sneak out before they were caught doing the walk of shame. You insisted that they stay for breakfast since you didn’t have to leave for your honeymoon until tomorrow. Dean had found a hot air balloon festival a couple of states over, you couldn’t wait to ride above the clouds with your new husband.

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BECA’S BIG CELEBRATION MASTERLIST!!!

This was an amazing challenge! The fics made me laugh, cry, made my heart flutter, and I probably have diabetes from all the sugar you guys poured into your stories!

I would like to say thank you for everyone that congratulated me on the 3 reasons for this celebration, and to everyone that joined!

I love you all.All the fics are being reblogged with feedback. But here’s the masterlist with all the amazing fics written for my celebration!

Birthday Girl - (Dean x Reader) It’s the reader’s birthday! Dean has decided to throw a party for his amazing girlfriend, and although small, it is the best possible thing the reader could ask for her birthday. @skyewrites-maybe​

Fireworks - (Dean x Reader) Dean and reader escape the bunker on a warm summer evening. @nichelle-my-belle​

The One With The Weeding (Not) - (Dean x Reader) Can the reader go through her ex’s wedding without spilling her heart out? @highonpastries​

I Love Hot Air Ballons - (Dean x Reader) The reader is not feeling well and Dean tries to help, soon they find out that her pain is not what they thought. @kdfrqqg

Happy Birthday - (Dean x Reader) Dean doesn't want the reader to stay alone on her birthday, so he surprises her. @deanwinchester-smut​

Free To Be You And Me - (Dean x Reader) Dean shows the reader that she’s worth so much more than what her ex made her believe she was. @thing-you-do-with-that-thing

Family Is All You Need - (Dean x Reader) You never thought you could have a family on your own. But then again, you didn’t know that you would be dating the oldest Winchester. Now that you have what you wanted, you couldn’t be happier. @queen-of-deans-booty

Wiggle the Piggies - (Dean x Reader) “I need a picture of you so I can show Santa what I want for Christmas.” @atc74

A Good Thing - (Dean x Reader) Dean has the life he never thought he would have, and is happy to go soft just to make his girls happy! @wordstothewisereaders

By Your Side - (Dean x Reader) Not wanting to go to your cousin’s wedding, Dean is by your side, making sure your family doesn’t pick on you too much. @katymacsupernatural

Celebrate - (Dean x Reader) You never celebrate your birthday since something bad happened, but that changes when Dean comforts you about it. @dreamingintheimpalawithdean​

Double The Fun - (Dean x Reader) Dean hates wedding, but this one turns out to be the best of his life. @wonderange

Celebrating a New Life - (Dean x Reader) The reader throws a party to celebrate with her family. @beyond-the-nights-world

First Christmas - (Sam x Reader) Sam had never had a normal Christmas his dad was always hunting and he and his brother Dean were on the road with him. When Sam started dating Y/n she swore to change that and show him how she celebrated Christmas. @spn-twd-smut​

Surprise - (Sam x Reader) The reader has big news and she’s afraid about how the boys are going to react. @jenkarev

Time For A Party - (Sam x Reader) Is Sam’s birthday and the reader throws a party to celebrate. @supernaturallymarvellous​ 

Happy Not Birthday - (Jensen x Reader) You’re not too excited about celebrating your birthday, but that doesn’t stop Jensen from making it a special day.  @iwantthedean​

New Beginnings: To Build A Home - (Jensen x Reader) Jensen and the reader and building a new home, and having Jensen all sweaty while working on the house makes the reader having a lot of wet thoughts! @bringmesomepie56​

Something To Celebrate - (Jensen x Reader) Jensen and the reader celebrate an amazing moment happening in their lives. @not-moose-one-shots

Celebrate Me - (Jared x Reader) You have been dating Jared Padalecki for a year now and today is your anniversary, but it is also the anniversary of when you stopped self-harming. Can you make through the day to your anniversary party without all the bad memories taking over? @wayward-marvel-sommer1196​

200 Big Ones - (Sister!Winchester) The reader follows his older brother steps and does something for the first time, making Dean proud. @imjusthereforsupernatural​

Eighteenth Birthday - (Sister!Winchester) It’s the reader’s eighteen birthday and Sam and Dean want to make the day special for her. @imaginesforthose-wholovefandoms

Is One Simple Birthday Wish Too Much To Ask For? - (Sister!Winchesters) You celebrate your birthday in a special way. @spnsisimagines

One Last Celebration - (Sam x Daughter!Reader) It’s set a few days before Sam’s birthday and we’re just gonna say Sam jumps into the cage not long after his birthday. @winchesters-favorite-girl​

What Easter Is Really About - (Reader, Cas) Cas is trying to understand Easter. @roxyspearing

Again, Thank you for joining and making my Birthday, my 2K followers celebration and my 1 year anniversary of being a fanfic writer, so freaking amazing and special! I love you guys.

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Celebrate

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1154

Warning: Little Angst, but Fluff in the end.

A/N: I Written this for the #BecasBigCelebration, by this beautiful girl >> @jensen-jarpad ! I hope you like it! ;D

Feedback is always appreciated.

21 years. It doesn’t happen many times in life. But for a person is an important event: you are actually an adult. Nobody will ask you for the identity card in the bars to know if you are too small to drink. You are an adult now.

Too bad I hate my birthday; my parents died on my birthday. I was 12, and my life changed, worse. And partly, in small part, in the best. I met John Winchester, I met Bobby Singer and Rufus, who grew me up and educated me in the best possible way. And then I met Sam, and Dean Winchester.

They became my new family, and I became what they are.

A hunter.

In the last nine years, I didn’t celebrate my birthday, not once. And what’s ‘fun’?

Nobody knows when it’s my birthday; nobody knows that my birthday is the day when my parents died. I remember my first eleven birthdays being one of the nicest of the other; Once, my father gave me a book of fairy tales he read to me every night; Another year, he and my mom brought me to the sea for a weekend; Another year, my parents took me to Disneyland. The most beautiful years of my life. Then came that night nine years ago; My parents had arranged a simple dinner at home, only all three. I was discarding my gift, excited to find out what it was, then the lights went out, and I only heard the screams of my parents, my father screaming at me to run away, to hide and hide. And I was just a little girl, and I was afraid... I abandoned my parents. I was a coward. And they are dead.

The tears flow over my face as I watch the sun appear from behind the mountains. Watching dawn and sunset always makes me feel free, and without thought.

I dry my face, when suddenly I feel a presence behind me; I turn around, and I see Sam approaching me.

“Y/n, is everything okay?”

“Yes, Sam. Don’t worry.”

Sam knows that every year, when it comes this day, I always get sad, and I talk as little as possible; nine years have passed, and it still hurts. I believe it’s normal, they were my parents; it’ll always hurt.

“I and Dean found a case, but if you don’t want to come...”

“No, it’s okay. I’m fine; what did you find?”

Wendigo. Our case was a simple Wendigo, nothing that I, Sam or Dean, didn’t already see. After killing the monster, we went back to the bunker; Sam and Dean decided to take a shower and then go to sleep.

Instead, I came into my car, and went to the first bar I found; although I have never celebrated my birthday in the last few years, I feel the 'thrill’ to get into a bar and ask for something alcoholic without extracting a false document. And maybe a hangover will do me good.

Entering the room, I try to keep a low profile, so I sit at a table in the corner where I don’t see anyone, and no one - except the guy behind the counter - see me. After a few minutes of 'loneliness’, the boy who was behind the counter came to me, and greeted me, he asked me what I wanted to drink.

“I think tonight I’ll drink a glass of whiskey.”

The boy smiles, but he furrows. Here, he’s going to make the sentence that is made to me every time.

“You’re old enough to drink?”

I roll my eyes, but I’m trying not to get bored with the boy, and I give him a happy smile.

“It’s the case that today is my birthday, and I’m twenty-one years old. So yes, I’m old enough to drink.” the boy didn’t respond. He smiles, and goes away, intending to take what I have asked.

“You never told us that today is your birthday.”

I jump, recognizing the voice immediately behind me; slowly, I turn around as I see the person who spoke approaching me, and sit down. I sigh, but I say nothing; I wouldn’t even know what to say.

“Y/n... why didn’t you ever say that?”

“What did you expect Dean? 'Today is my birthday, but pretend nothing, because I don’t want to celebrate it because today is also the day my parents died.’”

Tears are slowly forming in my eyes, but I try to turn them back, and avoid crying in front of Dean. I hate when I’m weak, and people see me crying.

Dean swallows, not knowing how to answer my words. After a few minutes of silence, the boy behind the counter returns to our table, and after offering me a glass of whiskey, he asks Dean what he wants to order; he takes the same as I took it.

“You don’t have to blame yourself for what happened.” Dean says suddenly. I look up, and I look at him, trying to understand his words.

“I don’t feel guilty.”

Dean sighs, and then keeps talking.

“You think it’s your fault what happened to your parents. And you feel guilty because you couldn’t help them; But, you were just a little girl, Y/n. You couldn’t do anything.”

And then there it is; the tears. The same tears I poured so long ago, the night of my parents’ death; I know I was just a little girl, and I couldn’t save them, but at least I could try to save them. But I was hiding like a coward; I will never forgive.

Dean gets up from his chair, and approaching me, he shakes my hands between his, and he asks me to follow him. We go out of the bar, and then we go to his car; Dean sits on the bonnet of the Impala, and tells me to do the same.

“Listen, I know what it’s like to lose your parents. But that doesn’t mean that our lives must stop at that day. Your parents will always stay in your heart, but you have to move on. They would like this; they would like you to be happy, and that your life might be beautiful.”

I close my hands to my face, and I wipe the tears as Dean wraps my arms around my waist and embraces me. “Thanks Dean. I don’t know where I would be without you and Sam.”

Dean smiles, and places his forehead against mine.

“So now you want to celebrate your birthday?”

I raise my arm, and I look at the watch on my wrist. It’s midnight gone by now.

“It’s no longer my birthday, Dean. We should wait another year.”

“Can I at least give you my gift?”

I frowned, and before I know what’s coming, Dean’s lips pressed against mine.

Maybe it’s not so bad to celebrate my birthday.

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Time for a Party

Author: @supernaturallymarvellous

Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 551

Warnings: None

A/N: This is my entry for Week 5 of the SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge 2017 being hosted by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing.  The prompt given is in bold.  I’m also combining it with the Big Celebration Challenge being hosted by @jensen-jarpad.  

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The sun’s rays were already starting to light up the morning sky as we made our way back to the bunker.  Exhausted, we’d been driving for the majority of the night; well, Dean and I had taken turns driving while Sam had dozed fitfully, spread out across Baby’s backseat.  We’d been away for almost two weeks, taking care of a couple of relatively easy hunts, each one successful and all completed with only minimal injuries.

As much as I hated being away from home for a extended period of time, there had been method in my madness.  You see, it was Sam’s birthday today and I’d needed to put some distance between him and the bunker so that my plan could be put into action.

As we were taking out witches and ghosts, I’d had Charlie planning the perfect celebration, the party to end all parties.  She’d been holed up in there for the entire time we’d been away, decorating and prepping so that Sam could have an amazing birthday.  After all, he deserved to have at least one day where he didn’t have to worry about all of the chaos we dealt with on such a regular basis, and I was determined to give him that.  

As I pulled the car back into it’s space in the garage, I woke Dean and the pair of us opened the doors and slid out as silently as possible.  Leaving Sam to sleep for a little while longer, we made our way to the library.  Seeing the streamers and balloons hanging from the ceiling, the food that was laid out across the table, the friends waiting to celebrate Sam’s birthday with us……it warmed my heart and I couldn’t wait for the birthday boy to see what Charlie had managed to pull together.

I didn’t have to wait very long to see what his reaction was.  Hearing the heavy thud of the garage door slamming shut, I scurried over and flicked all of the lights off.  However, with hindsight, attempting to surprise a world renowned hunter probably wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had.  This was one aspect of the planning that I really hadn’t thought though.  As Charlie is hiding closest to the door, she’s the first person that Sam encounters and, thanks to still being on somewhat of an adrenaline high and being forced to walk the corridors in almost complete darkness, he’s on high alert.  I have only seconds to react as I hear the telltale sound of a gun being cocked.  Throwing the switch and flooding the room with light, I race over and lower his hands, taking the gun out of them and putting it down on the nearest table.  

While I’m doing that, the place fills with the sounds of party poppers being set off, and yells of “happy birthday”.  Looking at up my startled boyfriend, I can’t help but start to laugh.  I know it’s not funny and that someone could have been hurt but the sheer absurdity of the situation has reduced me to a giggling mess.  Trying to breath through the laughter, I barely manage to squeak out a handful of words…..

“Please refrain from shooting her, we need her for later.  She’s the only one who knows where all of your presents are hidden.”

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[spnsisimagines]

Is One Simple Birthday Wish Too Much To Ask For?

Warnings: None Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester, Sister Winchester!Reader, Charlie Bradbury, and a whole bunch of mentioned characters Summary: You celebrate your birthday in a special way Reader's Age: Any Word Count: 1221

Y/N: Your Name

A/N: So in this world no major characters have died and it’s all happy happy fun time! This is also my lil’ entry type thing for Beca’s Celebration (which you can still join!)

You and your brothers arrived back at the bunker around three in the morning after a successful hunt. It took about two weeks to complete, but you were finally able to kill all the monsters. Just in time, too. Today is your birthday. Your brothers constantly ask you what you want to do for it this year and your answer is still the same as it was every year before. Just to have a nice campout with friends and family, somewhere so far away from civilization that you can't see a single light from the nearby cities.

Your brothers didn't seem too keen on the idea, so they kept trying to persuade you into doing something else. Dean suggested just getting a pie and hanging out at the bunker, whereas Sam said to go out to eat and see a movie. But to their dismay, not one idea they put out you actually liked, or would do instead of. You just wanted to get everyone together and relax.

"You should get some sleep, guys. We've got a long day of driving in the morning," Dean said, placing his duffel on the map table.

"What? Where are we going?" you asked.

"We found another case. It's pretty serious. At least a half a dozen dead. It's a long drive, but we're the closest hunters," Dean informed you. You paused for a moment; did they really forget your birthday? And if the case was so serious, why are you just now hearing about it? You were too tired to argue so you nodded and went to bed.

You woke up to one of the most familiar sounds you know; the Impala. You sat up and looked out the window to see the world racing by. "Morn-I mean afternoon," Dean corrected himself when he looked at the time.

"I thought we were in the bunker," your voice was very groggy.

"We were. We decided not to wake you," Sam shrugged.

"Oh... Why?" You tried stretching in the enclosed space you were in.

"'Cause you needed the sleep. You can go back to sleep if you want. We're still a long ways away." Sam told you, turning his head so he could see you out of the corner of his eye.

"Nah, I'm good," you said and grabbed your phone and earbuds. You placed your earbuds in your ears and pressed play on your music, staring out the window to watch the ever changing scenery flash by.

A few hours passed and it was now five-thirty. You stopped at a diner and got some food which wasted about an hour, but no one seemed to mind much.

"How much longer?" you asked.

"About two hours," Dean answered as you walked next to him to the Impala.

"You guys still haven't told me what we're hunting! Don't you think that's kind of important?" you stopped next to the Impala, causing your brothers to stop as well.

Sam sighed, "Y/N, it's probably not going to take that long anyway so Dean and I will handle it."

"Really, Sam? I mean, did you guys forget what today even is?" You crossed your arms over your chest, putting a stubborn and hurt face on.

"Monday?" Dean answered.

You stared at him, in disbelief that your own brothers forgot your birthday.

"Yeah, Dean. It's Monday," you opened the Impala door and got in, slamming the door as hard as you could. If they don't care enough to remember your birthday then you're not going to care enough to remind them.  

The entire car ride was awkward. The tension was very high. Both Sam and Dean tried to get you to tell them what was wrong, but it was useless; you just ignored them. You peered out the window to watch the sunset. There wasn't much around at this point. You only saw trees and grass and hills. You'd even noticed you weren't on any roads anymore. You're officially in the middle of nowhere.

"Wait, Y/N get down," Sam warned. You acted quickly and ducked down, just like they'd taught you to all these years.

The Impala came to a stop and Sam and Dean got out, but not before Dean hissed a quick "Stay here" to you before the doors slammed shut.

A few seconds passed and your door opened. "It's okay, you can come out now," Sam assured.

You stepped out and couldn't help the smile when you saw a bunch of familiar looking people sitting in lawn chairs around a campfire. There were tables filled with food and people that surrounded them. They all turned their heads, one by one, to you.

"What's this?" you asked your brothers.

"Did you really think we forgot your birthday?" Dean said, throwing an arm over your shoulders.

"You said you wanted a campfire with a bunch of friends and family in the middle of nowhere." Sam motioned around him.

You chuckled, "I hate you guys."

"Love you, too," Dean kissed your head. You barely got another step before a bright red head bounded towards you.

Charlie ran over and engulfed you in a hug, "Happy birthday, Y/N!"

"Thanks, Charlie."

Cas, Bobby, Ellen, Jo, Kevin, Mrs. Tran, Rufus, and countless other family friends closed the twenty feet and wished you a happy birthday with a hug. Even Garth showed up for you. Sam took you around the area and introduced you to a few other hunter friends. A lot of them were friends of your dad and only had seen you when you were either a baby or a toddler.

After a bit of mingling with everyone, Dean pulled you aside and walked you over to a nearby river. Your guys' eyes were trained on the river's ever flowing water for a solid minute before Dean finally spoke up. "Are you still mad?" he joked.

"No, I'm not mad. Just... surprised..." you breathed, chuckling a little.

"Surprised? Didn't think it was possible to surprise you anymore," Dean laughed, moving a rock around with his foot.

"Hardy-har-har. But thanks, Dean. This is exactly what I wanted." You smiled, lifting your gaze to his before hugging him.

Dean hugged you back and you both stood there for a moment, enjoying it all. "No problem, kiddo."

You both walked back to the campfire, taking a seat next to Sam on a log. Dean flanked your other side as you listened to a retired hunter tell stories of his hunting days. Every now and then someone would interrupt him by shouting, "That didn't happen!" which always caused everyone to laugh.

You looked around, seeing a bunch of familiar faces and some unfamiliar ones. They were all having a good time. You looked to your left to see Sam laughing, then to your right and Dean was taking a swig of beer with a smile on his face. This is what you love to do. You love sitting by a campfire in the middle of absolute nowhere with a bunch of friends and family, telling stories and having a good time. The stars, moon, and the fire being your only light source and the distant howling of wolves filling the silence that would take over when everyone would just stare into the fire. But, no one was scared because, face it, you've all killed worse.

Best birthday ever.  

I hope y’all like this one! I’m open for tips on improving!

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Family Is All You Need

Characters: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 983

Warnings: None, this is all fluff honestly.

Summary: You never thought you could have a family on your own. But then again, you didn’t know that you would be dating the oldest Winchester. Now that you have what you wanted, you couldn't be happier. 

Author’s Note: This is for @jensen-jarpad‘s Celebration Challenge! I know this isn’t like most celebration fics but I really liked this one and I hope you like it!

#BecasBigCelebration

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Who knew you would end up here? Who knew that when you met the Winchesters, you would be in love with the oldest? Who knew that you would be in this room, staring at your baby girl who was sleeping in her bassinet.

You never thought that you would end up with everything you ever wanted. Being a hunter, it didn’t give you time to dwell on the things normal people got. But that all changed when you met Dean Winchester. He was the missing piece in your life.

Right off the bat, you two talked like you were friends for years. You and Sam got along very well, too. The Winchesters were like your missing family and meeting them finally opened your eyes to the possibility of a sense of normalcy to your screwed up lives.

Two years later and a night of passion, you were pregnant with your first child. This was like a dream come true and the Winchesters were nothing but supportive. Dean, more than his brother since it was his child you were carrying.

Then, you had your baby and it was like your life was complete. You tried so hard to make this little family of yours work. Sam and Dean didn’t stop hunting and you prayed every day that they would come home unharmed. You were lucky so far and even if they weren’t hunting, you still prayed. You hoped God was still out there and was listening to you.

You prayed that Mary Ellen would be a safe baby and that no harm would come to her. You prayed that you would always be safe along with your boyfriend and his brother. You didn’t hunt anymore since Mary Ellen required your attention 24/7 but that didn’t mean you couldn’t help from the Bunker.

Mary Ellen was such a good baby and rarely cried. But if she was in someone else’s arms, other than her mom or dad, and she would cry. Damn, did that little girl have a pair of lungs on her. You loved that she found comfort in you or Dean at this age.

She was a Winchester; she would be very intelligent. Even at six months old, you could tell she would grow up to be a carbon copy of her father. She already has his appetite. You tried to feed her when she wanted to be fed but here was only so much milk your breasts could produce in a day.

Other hunters much like Jody, Donna, Rufus, and even Claire and Alex would help when they could and even got you started on the necessary things Mary Ellen would need. From where you stood, she had everything she needed. She was loved and cared for, had amazing parents, an amazing family and you knew she would turn out alright.

You stood in the doorway of her nursery and watched her sleep. She looked so peaceful. You loved her so much. You got tears, smiling like an idiot at the tiny person.

“We did good.” You heard a whisper come from behind you. You turned your head and looked into the loving green eyes.

“Yeah, we did.” You smiled, leaning into his arms.

“I love you so much.” Dean whispered, kissing the side of your head.

“I love you.” You said back, wiping away the stray tear that fell.

“What are you doing up?” Dean whispered.

“Couldn’t sleep. I was thinking about us and how far we’ve come. I’m so proud of you… Of us. I finally have the family I’ve always wanted.” You smiled and kissed his cheek, holding his hand tightly. Dean had no words for you but you knew that your words meant a lot to him. He smiled and nodded, staring at you with such admiration.

“Come on, let’s go back to sleep. You must be exhausted. Plus, she’s going to be up soon and would be hungry. So, you need sleep.” Dean suggested, pulling you out of the room. Just then, a cry rang out and you looked at Mary Ellen.

You got out of Dean’s grasp and went to your daughter, picking her up.

“Baby girl... Don’t cry. Mama’s here.” You said, cradling her in your arms. You stared at her but she wouldn’t stop crying. Your heart broke at her cries and you knew one thing that always worked when it came to her.

Hey Jude, don't make it bad Take a sad song and make it better Remember to let her into your heart Then you can start to make it better

You started to sing softly. You rocked her gently, watching as her bright green eyes stared at you. It was like she knew what you were saying. You felt that connection you had with her. You saw her yawn and slowly, she drooped her eyes shut but that didn’t stop you from singing.

Dean stared at you, tears in his eyes. How did he ever get so lucky with a woman like you? You were everything he wanted and more. He truly didn’t deserve you. Growing up, he never thought he would be worthy of a family. He never thought that he would have kids of his own. But here he was, staring at the woman he loved with the second love of his life.

Just seeing her there, holding his daughter, made him think of the little ring box he had in Sam’s room. He thought it would be best if he stored that precious ring in his brother’s room where you had no business being in.

He just needed to find the time to ask you even though he already knew you were his from the start and he was yours. There was no need for a ring to prove his love for you. But you deserved it all.

And one day, he would give it all to you.

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[beyond-the-nights-world]

Celebrating a new life

Paring: Dean/Reader

Warnings: Announcing pregnancy, Party

AN: This oneshot is part of the Celebration Writing challenge by the lovely @jensen-jarpad

You were balancing the plates with pie through the kitchen to the table and put them on the counter. The whole kitchen was smelling after apple- and cherry pie and meat pastries. Carefully, you covered them with a kitchen towel and let them rest.

“Did I smell pie?”

Dean looked around the corner of the door frame and when he saw the pies on the table his eyes grow wide and you literally could see the drool dripping out of his mouth.

“That's pie...but hands off, or I kill you,” you smiled back, crossing the kitchen to get to the fridge.

“Hon, can you tell me what's going on?” He asked and you heard him approaching. His arms sneak around your waist and he breathed a kiss on top of your head.

“Told you, I'm throwing a party, today.” You grabbed the bowl filled with tomatoes and disentangled yourself out of Dean's embrace.

“But why?”

He looked up, seeing him all confused next to the fridge. His gaze wandered over all the ingredients hidden in there. Marinated steaks, brats and chicken skewers. A bowl of coleslaw was already waiting to be eaten and the amount of barbecue sauce, tomato salsa and guacamole has risen during the last few days.

“Do I need a reason to have a good time with a few friends?” You chopped the tomatoes into pieces and put them back into the bowl, together with drops of olive oil and vinegar.

“Of course not, but...”

“No “but”, Dean. By the way, have you fired the brazier?”

The hunter peered to the pies with a greedy expression and nodded.

“Yeah, fire is on, Sam is watching. Cas and I have arranged the party benches and tables and I have filled the inflatable pool with beer, coke, gin, juice and whatever you bought. And Mom is decorating the place with some lanterns. ”

You dipped your finger into the tomato salad to get some of the dressing. Then you licked it of, noting it was tasty.

“That's good. I think Jody, Claire and Alex will arrive soon. Donna had called me, that she is here in about thirty minutes. Rowena and Crowley will appear when I call them.”

“You invited Crowley and Rowena?”

Dean looked at you in shock, but you only grinned back and nodded.

“I did. Chuck and Amara as well. Dunno if they had heard me, through all the prayers. But maybe, they come, too.”

“What the hell is going on? Have I... huh, missed your birthday? Any anniversary?”

You turned around with the bowl in your hand and handed it over to Dean.

“Will you help me, carrying the stuff out.”

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It was a great feast. Everyone you invited had come and they were all in a relaxed even playful mood. Rowena was telling stories about little Fergus and Crowley was smiling about them, adding some witty anecdotes on his part. The others were listening captured.

“It was a good idea,” you heard a voice next to saying and you didn't have to turn your head to know that it was Mary talking.

“There was some distraction necessary, after the things that happened and the things which might come.”

“You do Dean good. I always had hoped, he would find a girl that grounded him, making his life a little more steady.”

You smiled and grabbed Mary's hand to squeeze it thankfully.

“Oh, it's going to be more steady in a few month,” you winked and raised the finger of your free hand to your mouth.

“You are...,” Mary gasped and you could just nod.

“Yes, but please...stay silent for a few minutes. I' am now going to let the bomb explode.”

You step forward to the head of the table, while Mary was slipping on her place next to Dean. You could see that she was fighting to keep her face neutral.

You raised your glass to your chest and bumped it with your spoon.

Immediately everyone felt silent, turning their faces to you. A sudden heat flushed your face. How would they react to the news, you were now giving them. How would Dean react?

“Well,” you started, your voice trembling a bit, “ I'm happy to see all those lovely faces having fun around here. The last month had been very hard for all of us. Live as a hunter isn't simple and losses, pain and desperation are often more present than love, times of happiness and simple good days. Even for the King of Hell and a devil's-ass-kicking witch the times are hard and stressful.”

You saw Rowena grin to Crowley, whispering something, what makes him only roll his eyes.

“During the last months I realized as well, that this business is producing friendships and bounds on a deep level. We are not just friends or hunting partners. We are family.”

We looked around and saw everyone nodding thoughtfully. Jody was whipping away some tears, Claire was chewing on his lower lip, her hand curled around her bottle of beer.

“I arranged this feast to celebrate this family and to...,” you rested your hand on your stomach, patted it gently, “to welcome a new member of this Family.”

Silence.

You saw Mary smiling widely, Jody and Donna were looking at each other, a grin spreading on their faces.

Dean just sat there...frozen. He looked at you, as if he saw a ghost in front of him. You could hear the gears working in his head.

Then you saw, how realization hit him.

“I am becoming a daddy?” He whispered with eyes still wide.

He jumped up forcefully, making the whole table shake. With a few steps he closed the gap to you and before you could say anything, he had lifted you up and swirled you around.

“We are  becoming a Baaabbbbbyyyyyyyy,” he yelled into the night sky. He kissed you gently, before he put you back down. Then he fall on his knees, his face inches away from your still flat tummy. His hand rested on the fabric of your shirt, right over your belly button.

Dean closed his eyes and you could just watch him in awe, love floating every fiber of your body.

“Hello, Baby. It's me... your daddy. I  love you.”

[your-modern-shakespeare]

Fanfiction Recommendation

7/9/17: Hey guys! I can’t even believe how amazing you are! My newest fic, I’ve Waited My Whole Life (Linked in Bucky x Reader) has almost reached 150 notes WHICH IS INCREDIBLE and is my first fic to ever do so. So thank you guys so much!!!! I hope that you guys like this week’ s recommendations and I will try and write a little faster this week (I did write well over 10,000 words this week so that was probably the problem). I love you guys and Enjoy!

Last Week’s Recommendations

My Masterlist

Dean x Reader

Shape of You by @winchester-family-business - Dean meets someone in a bar. A hunter’s love affair ensues. 

Bribe it Better by @kathaswings - “This little piece was written for Manda’s Birthday Challenge ( @pinknerdpanda ) and my prompt was “I don’t want to be friends with someone who jogs, go and have a burger!” It turned out fluffier (and Dean’ier) than I originally planned, but the goal was to make you laugh and/or smile, so I hope you like it Manda - and Happy early Birthday!“

Sam x Reader

Antique by @larajadeschmidt13 - The object you buy from a weird antique store makes you live in an earlier time

Just Relax by @not-moose-one-shots - “Can you make a one shot about how the reader and Sam are dating and he just came home from a hunt and the reader puts his hair in a man bun and it gets all fluffy and cute (not the man bun, the scene)”

Cas x Reader

Cheleur by @hannibalisticly - It’s a cold winter day, you’re nursing a broken wrist from vampire hunt. Sam and Dean have gone on a hunt and leave you at the Bunker. Castiel, lost without his Angel abilities, finds himself shivering from the bitter cold. Times like this call for blankets, cuddles, and hot cocoa.

Pancakes and Sex Hair by @narisjournal-blog -Imagine Castiel making you breakfast in bed…

Crowley x Reader

“You’ve been pouting ever since I went on that date, what’s up?” by @make-me-imagine

Date Night by @roxy-davenport - No summary but a cute one shot submitted for a few different challenges

Jensen x Reader

Damn it, Jensen! by @wayward-ella - No summary but just classic Jensen being goofy on set

Something to Celebrate by @not-moose-one-shots - “This is my one shot for @jensen-jarpad‘s #BecasBigCelebration “

Jared x Reader

The Contest (Series-All parts linked) by @winchesterprincessbride - To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest.  They are doing open casting calls all over the country.  Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

Daddy’s Sorry by @winchester-writes - “Hey I’d love to get some parent Sam/Jared. Gen has been posting him with the kids on Instagram and I’m craving daddy stories.”

Misha x Reader

It Started with a Question (Series- Ongoing)by @sweethomelebanon - You and your best friend go to a supernatural convention. Thinking you’ll get to just see some of the stars and explore a new city, everything changes after one simple question is asked.

Bright by @d-s-winchester -  No summary but the prompt was Bright by Echosmith

Bucky x Reader

Scary Movie by @onceuponahiddleston - You are part of the Avengers. You have a night off and the team decides to watch a scary movie. 

According to US Weekly We’re Married by @chaneltheavenger

I’ve Waited My Whole Life by @your-modern-shakespeare - “Could you do a Bucky soulmate story? Like the au with the countdown to the moment you meet your soulmate, but Bucky doesn’t have it because his arm is gone so the reader freaks out a little bit. But it’s all ok in the end. Like super fluffy fluff… maybe leads to smut, whatever you’re feeling.”

[jensen-jarpad]

HEY GUYS!!! Do you wanna come celebrate with me? Then read more about this challenge

Why is this a BIG CELEBRATION?

May 29 - A year ago I posted my first fanfiction, so it’s kinda of an anniversary!

I hit 2000 Followers, which is way more than I expected after just a year of doing this.

July 3rd - My birthday!!!

To celebrate all of this I decided to host a writing challenge. What about? Celebrations. I want you to write people celebrating. It can be a birthday, a wedding, a baby, a hunt. Whatever you want! You guys have till June 5th to send me an ask to tell me you're joining the challenge!

Here are the rules:

You don’t need to be following me, but I’ll appreciate it!

Send me an ASK to enter the challenge.

It must be reader insert and this challenge is for Supernatural fanfic only (yes, actors included).

It can be a drabble or a huge one shot, I just ask you to use a “continue reading” button in case it has over 500 words.

Please, don’t make it a part of an ongoing series.

Tag me and use #BecasBigCelebration within your first 3 tags.

If I haven’t liked it within 48 hours, send me a message!

Due date is July 3rd, my birthday!

Let’s Celebrate!!!

I’ll be posting the masterlist of this challenge on July 5th. All fics will be rebloged. This fics won’t be included in my Appreciation post.

If you don’t want to join the challenge that’s okay, but can you reblog it so other people can see it? Thanks

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