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The Great Pie Debate; or, How to Silence a Room by Jack Kline

Characters: CastielXReader ft. Sam and Dean Winchester and Jack Kline with special guest appearance by the Wayward Daughters - Jody, Donna, Alex, and Claire

Word Count: 1002

A/N: Drabble for my SPN Advent Challenge December 22 Prompt Situation - Awkward Family Dinner. Sweet cherry pie topped with fun fluffs and a totally awkward announcement.

“Mm, this pie is amazing!” You shove a final bite of the flaky sweet cherry masterpiece into your mouth.

Dean’s borderline lewd moaning two chairs down suggests he wholeheartedly agrees with your assessment.

“Well you don’t grow up in Minnesota without learning a thing or two about makin’ pie.” Donna winks and beams at everyone gathered at the table.

Jody, Alex, Claire, Jack, the Winchesters, Donna, you and Castiel are all enjoying a grand holiday feast. Well, almost all of you are enjoying the meal – Cas hasn’t touched his plate. Evidently Donna isn’t aware angels don’t require sustenance and she insisted on serving him a generous wedge of the gooey red delight. At risk of insulting the blonde woman’s pride, the angel had no choice but to politely accept the proffered dessert with a forced grateful smile.

You lick your fork clean, scraping up every last crumb from the plate. Your focus drifts to the neglected slice in front of Cas and you decide it would be a crying shame for that pure sugary goodness to go to waste. You oogle the mouthwatering slice at almost the same time as Dean, both of your fingers darting to grab at the edges of the plate to steal it away from the inappetent angel.

“My angel, my pie,” you lean across Cas’ lap, growling when Dean does not immediately forfeit his grip.

Cas smooths his tie, reclining as far back in the chair as physically possible without flipping it over backward. He knows not to come between either you or Dean and food. “Maybe you could-” Cas attempts to suggest a diplomatic approach.

Dean glares at the angel, cutting him off, warning, “I swear if you bring up some biblical story suggesting we chop this baby in two and each get half I will stick this fork in your eye.”

Cas remains silent under Dean’s solemn regard.

Curiosity piqued, Jack stops mid-chew to watch the conflict unfold from his seat across the table.

“I met him first,” Dean retorts when you tug harder on the plate. He threatens your fingers with the syrupy prongs of his fork. “Finders keepers.”

“Cas found you in Hell, not the other way around, that logic only works in the finder’s favor, Dean-o,” you point out.

“Still knew him long before you,” Dean smirks, narrowing his green gaze in challenge.

“Doesn’t matter who knew who first,” you hiss, drawing the attention now of Sam whose knotting brow indicates you’re both embarrassing him as usual. “And besides, I know him a lot more intimately than you do.”

Sam glances at the chatting faces around the table to determine if anyone else has noticed. He’s relieved they haven’t based on the direction the debate seems to be headed in.

“Wouldn’t be so sure about that, sweetheart. He ever land on your windshield bare-ass naked covered in bees?” Dean asks.

“Nope, but he calls me his little honeybee and what’s his is mine, right Cas?” You flutter your lashes at the blushing angel and flash him a flirtatious smile. “If, of course, he wants to do that thing again where he licks honey off my-”

“Hey!” Sam intercedes in a hushed yell, raising an eyebrow, whacking his brother on the arm with a napkin, and shooting you a stern glare, “There are children here! Stop objectifying Cas, neither one of you owns him.”

Cas gives Sam an appreciative nod.

“He’s perfectly capable of deciding who gets the pie,” Sam adds, eying the slice himself. “It is great pie.”

Cas lets out a deep sigh – as usual the Winchesters don’t make anything easy.

“You owe me this pie, Winchester,” you snarl at Dean. “Boise, Idaho, May 2015,” you remind him.

“Fine.” Dean curls his lip in annoyance and relinquishes the plate. He does owe you the pie, but that doesn’t mean he has to be happy about it. “We’re even.” The slice swerves precariously to the rim.

You stick out your tongue in triumph and eagerly snatch the dish, jokingly musing to Cas between mouthfuls, “I have no idea why I did that – I don’t even normally like pie this much. What’s wrong with me today?”

“Perhaps it’s the tiny being growing in your belly that likes the pie,” Jack proposes matter-of-factly with a cock of his head.

The pleasant chatter around the table grinds to an awkward halt. Jody’s fork hits her plate with a loud clank, launching a gob of filling onto her shirt and splattering to the table. Donna’s giddy grin grows wider and she reaches over to help wipe up the mess. Claire and Alex share a commiserative giggle in the profound silence. Dean turns to a gaping Sam to confirm he heard what he thinks he just heard leave the Nephilim’s tongue. Cas’ questioning gaze shifts from Jack to you, his blue eyes a swirling sea of disbelief, hope, and wonder as he lays his palm gingerly over your abdomen.

“Very funny, Jack,” you laugh nervously. Cheeks going rosy, you swat asunder Cas’ prodding fingers to lift the napkin from your lap and blot the corners of your mouth. What Jack said, it can’t be true. You’d know. And you don’t feel any different. Except for this new affinity for pie. But in your defense, it is really good pie. The best pie you’ve ever had. Even Dean thought it worthy of dueling over and he’s no fool when it comes to the pastry. Self-conscious over your bulging waistline which must be what Jack is poking fun at, you mutter, “I know I ate a lot but-”

“Y/N,” Cas implores, silencing you when he touches your shoulder, his voice gentle.

“But-” swallowing your protest, you look over at him.

The glimmer of a smile plays across the angel’s pink lips. He nods and your vision blears with tears.

Jack simply continues to smile all around as if announcing the fact that you’re pregnant were a perfectly normal everyday observation for him to have made aloud in front of everyone.

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Naughty or Extra Special Naughty part two -- Yes, please

Crowley x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Naughty or Extra Special Naughty part one   Advent Challenge Master list

A/N: Part one was written for @webcricket advent challenge. I had a few requests to write a part two/continuation piece.  This did not start out as a plus size piece but I know my plus size girls need some Christmas Crowley love too.

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, BDSM, bad Christmas jokes, language 

Crowley wasn’t going to let you get away before making you his, he followed after you capturing your wrist twirling you into him. His lips were firm as he slid them across your mouth, you opened yourself to him as you tasted his delicious tongue.  “Tell me you want this?” he asked lowly.

“Yes, please.” You kissed back closing your eyes tight.  He popped you out of the parking lot and when you opened your eyes again you were strapped to a bed with leather bindings.  Looking down you noticed you were in a tacky red crushed velvet get up with fuzzy white trim, and there was something tight around your neck but you couldn’t figure out what it was.  You struggled at the restraints a little, you could easily break them if you really tried but you thought this was kind of exciting.  Then you saw him move in the distance, Crowley came out of the shadows in a pair of fitted red and white boxers with a leather dog collar on, you realized that you had to be wearing the matching one and that was what was so tight around your neck.

“How do you like being on my extra special naughty list?” He questioned smacking his hand with a black leather riding crop.

“I don’t know Santa are you going to stuff my stocking?” You asked biting your lip with a chuckle. “Oooo or am I going to get to jingle your bells?”

He had to hold back a laugh only giving you a smirk.  “Oh you have been hanging with Dean too long, Love, those bad jokes are rubbing off on you.”  You both laughed at his comment.  

He ran the crop up your thick thigh, over your sex and down the other leg, causing your breath to hitch.  Once more he swiped it up your leg, now lifting your embarrassingly short skirt showing him your panties, “So wet for me already.” He liked the small moist spot forming, “Do you like being my submissive?”

A quick chuckle escaped your lips, then your face went stern, “Do I look like a submissive to you?”

“In those bindings you do.”

You snorted giving him some serious side eye, “Let me out of these and I’ll peg that handsome ass of yours.”

He shook his head not believing what you just said. “Damn and you kissed me with that mouth.”

“I’ll do more with this mouth than just kiss you.” You insinuate, he raised his eyebrow at your comment giving you a sly grin.

He moved the riding crop by your amble breasts and over your meaty arms, sending a tingling sensation through your whole body.  “How naughty have you been this year, little girl?”

“I've been very naughty, and I need some punishment.” You giggled at how silly you sounded.

With your confession, he glided the leather over your plump legs again, raising his hand to bring the crop over your thigh.  You whelped out in surprise, it didn't hurt a lot more of a slight sting.  “Do you need more?” He asked.

“Yes, please Santa I need more!” Your voice was breathy.  

There was a loud pop when he brought down the crop on your other thigh even harder this time. “Ouch!” You told him.

“Did I hurt you too much?” He questioned earnestly.

“Yes, but I've had worst.”

“What do you want?” His teeth ghosted over your clavicle.

“Just you.  I want to touch you all over.”

“But I like you like this.” He admitted his eyes were dark and lustful. Climbing on the bed, he sat on his knees over top of you.  This angle was the best, you could see only the outline of his enormous bulge, biting your bottom lip you tried to looking away but you didn’t even know why you tried.  Your eyes just kept wandering back as he kissed over your squishy torso.  Small moans came from you wanting to lick, suck and touch him.  

He watched you strain against your bonds, “Please Crowley, I need to feel you.”  

“You asked so nicely.” He pulled down his underwear, finally showing you what you wanted so badly.  “Do you want my cock, (Y/N)?”

“Yes, yes please.” You lifted your head up as he guided his tip into your mouth.  You wanted to do more but in this position he had all the control.  He fondled your breasts making your nipples stand up firm,  he bent his body, pulling down your top seizing your tit in his mouth.  He bit down pulling a moan from you, he swirled around your large areola.

He sat up and his eyes bore into you as you sucked his thick cock, circling his head with your tongue.  “Mmmmm you do that so well.” He moaned leaning back his head pushing his cock farther into your mouth.  He picked up the pace grabbing a hold of your collar fucking your mouth good when he abruptly pulled away.  You huffed feeling a sense of loss. “Oh do you want more little girl?”

“Yes, please.” You said with a smile.

“Do you want out of these?” He played with the velcro on the leather restraints.

“Yes, please.” You continued to say playing along with his game.

“Maybe not just yet.” He teased keeping you tied up.  You whined and pouted, “Put away that sad face or I won't let you out at all.”  He lowered himself over your body, his hot breath blew over your neck as he trailed kisses down to your wanting bosom. Your hips bucked up desiring to feel some friction, his throbbing cock rubbed deliciously close to your core.  Your head fell back just enjoying his expert hands on your body.  A loud rip of fabric, tore you from inside your own head as you looked down. “These needed to come off.” He held up your red lace panties.

“If you say so!” You smirked at him.

Thick fingers pressed inside your pussy causing you to moan, his thumb swirled over your clit, “I bet you taste so sweet.” He gazed in your eyes before he continued to lower himself down until his lips were right in front of your sex.  He licked slowly savoring your taste, his tongue dipped deep into your entrance.  

You calmed your breathing not feeling anything this good in so long. Normally, you were the giver not the reciever, men would use you just to satisfy their needs.  “Oh yes!” You screamed wanting to be released from your bindings, your large hips wiggled and flexed with his movements. You gasped and groaned, as he lap up your juices, his tongue flattened hitting just around your hood but not touching your clit.  He was teasing you making you whine and want him even more.  

Squirming under his touch, he thrust his tongue in and out, he looked up at you being driven crazy, he snapped his fingers and you were no longer bound to the bed.  Your hands flew into his dark brown hair as he buried his whiskers into your pussy, the ecstasy and bliss of the moment was so overwhelming, your knees rose up boxing his ears, “Fuck! Oh God! Yes please!” you yelled when your release hit you forcing your whole body to shake.  

He held you down continuing to work over your sensitive bud until you giggled uncontrollably squeezing your thighs together, Crowley sat up from between your legs as you rolled over on your side. “How do you like being on the list, my lovely?”

“I'm learning to enjoy it.” You looked over your shoulder as he snuggled up to your side, rubbing his huge member against your ass.

“Are you ready for me come down your chimney?” He asked with a snicker.

You rolled your eyes, “Now who’s making bad jokes?”

“But you love it.” He responded kissing your neck. “I need to hear you say it, Darling.”

Smirking, “Yes, please!” You moaned breathy.

He pumped his cock a few times before he slipped is blunt head into your soaking wet cunt, he let out the deepest moan as his cock filled you, stretching you inch by agonizing inch. One hand wrapped under your body groping your large breast while the other sweeped over your full hip gripping you tight with his fingertips.  He slid in and out slowly, “Fuck little girl! I knew these generous hips would feel amazing.”  You wanted to shy away from his comment on your size.  He could sense you tense up knowing he should have never said that.  He would have been more rough with you but he knew he needed to be tender as he lay sweet kiss after sweet kiss on your skin. “You are so beautiful and soft, (Y/N).”

You whimpered melting into his touch and kind words, “No, I’m not beautiful.” You hid your face a little.

He moaned, “Darling, you really are.” His hand tilted your face towards him, his pouty lips pressed hard against you as he thrusted even rougher now. “I only like beautiful things and you are ranked as one of my favorites.” Sharp nails dug into your hips while he flipped you over on your hands and knees.  

Your fat ass jiggled as his hips slammed up against you, his cock head kept fucking you with such a concentrated force that it didn’t take long before you were screaming his name and telling him not to stop as your core clenched around him. “Shit! Yes!” You yelled while he came harder than any man you had ever felt.  Your body slumped down once you finished shaking through your orgasm.  You puffed air out trying to calm your racing heart.  “Oh Oh” you fell onto the bed. “Crowley, I can’t believe that just happened.”

He dropped himself facing you. “Me either but I’m glad it happened, Love. Would you want to do this again?” He reviewed your face seeing that you were a little unsure of his suggestion.  “It could be in secret.”

“Only if it’s in secret. Then yes, please!” Your lips crashed into his.

“Then I will keep you as my secret naughty girl.” He smiled smacking your plump ass forcing you to giggles as you let out a fake cry.

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Merry Fucking Christmas (TFW x Reader)

Title: Merry Fucking Christmas Pairing: TFW x Reader (no Destiel, Sastiel or Wincest) Warnings: SMUT, porn gifs, alcohol consumption, swearing, sex toys, and collars. Words: 1419 (sorry its over 1 k but I combined two days)

Synopsis: Sam, Dean, and Castiel are struggling to find out what to get you for Christmas, but once you drunkenly admit what you want, they seem to have to find creative ways in which to get you to use them.

A/N: Hnnng, I probably suck at smut. Sorry. :/

Prompts: Rock, Paper, Scissors and Inappropriate Gifts @webcricket

The three gifts had been laid out on your bed, and if you were honest with yourself, you kind of felt like they were staring right back at you.

God, why had you agreed to this dare? The flips your stomach was doing at the moment felt like the least fun rollercoasters ever.

A dildo, a collar, and a lingerie set were laid out for you carefully. This was one hall of a Christmas

Drunk truth or dare wasn’t really all that fun for you. Not only did Sam, Dean and Castiel (and especially Cas) need to drink way more booze than you to get the kind of drunk you needed to be so that you could play a childish game for middle schoolers that was meant to expel some of the horniness they had.

Well, that’s probably why you were playing this right now, all of you seemed unable to just do the healthy thing and just fuck each other. Nope, you had to do this instead.

The first round had Dean and Sam asking you to do mild things. Take your bra off but leave your top on, sit in Deans of their laps, while you got Dean to admit when was the last time had had bad sex.

“You know me (Y/N). Never leave a girl unsatisfied.” He teased, trying to make it look like he wasn’t swaying. His lips pressed against your ear.

Castiel picked up the pace though when he asked you to crawl between his legs and suck his cock through his dress pants. Even Dean was surprised with the question.

“What?” He asked, voice deep and questioning as he stared between the three of you. “I got some ideas off the internet.” Cas replied and it made you smile, almost. His hand dropped and he patted his thigh, like some kind of come hither motion.

It brought you to your knees though, the look in his eyes made you crawl forward and the fucking had that tangled into your head made you leans down and press your lips to the hardness that was showing through the angels pants. You weren’t quite sure what he had wanted done to him, but then he was moving your head for you.

Sucking on him like a fat kid with an ice cream cone. The groans coming from behind you were signaling just how well you seemed to be doing this.

You didn’t stop till he pulled your head up and said his turn was over, but you didn’t want it to be. His eyes were darker than youd ever seen them. His cheeks and neck flushed red and it..It made you want him to fuck you so badly.

Sam bit his lip as he watched you stay on the floor but you could see the way his face deflated when you chose Truth instead of Dare.

“What do you want for Christmas?” He asked as his hand dropped down to his thigh, gently squeezing the flesh as he attempted to distract himself.

“I want sexy presents,” you giggled. God you were so fucking drunk and that was only making you hornier. “Sexyyyy presentst.” The words came out of your mouth like vomit. It would have been hilarious, something for the four of you to laugh about, but their breathing all stops.

Sexy present is exactly what you’ll get.

“Ok ok…Nice joke guys.” You reply as you hold up the offensive items. “Take them back.” The stuff is tossed onto the table, right in front of all three guys. Dean smirks at you.

“No can do princess, that dildo was special ordered, made just for you.” The thought of how on earth a dildo could be made special for someone baffles your mind but once you look at it, you wrinkle your nose. God it’s probably a replica of Dean’s cock. The thought no sooner makes you want to toss it even more now than it makes your body get needy for it to be inside you.

“Same with the collar princess. It had your name written all of it.” Fucking Sam Winchester special ordered a collar with your fucking name in bright pink letters with sparkles over it.

Cas shrugs when you look at him, eyebrow quirked and silently asking why he had bought you what had to be a knock of Victoria Secret Angels costume. “I just thought you’d look nice in the outfit.” The thing is not so much of an outfit as it is lingerie with angel wings. All this had to be expensive, this was so fucking inappropriate.

Silence washed over you for the moment between all of you. Tension and frustration was building in you. “We-well too bad.” You stutter, shoving the “gifts” towards them and away from you. “I don’t want them.”

“Too late Princess, they’re your Christmas presents, got to use them.” Deans eyes crinkled as he smiled, like this was his birthday and you’d surprised him with pie. “IM sure we’d all be more than willing to help you use them too.”

That is the last straw, “Ahh!” You scream into your hands and shake your head. “No! Just…No.”

You weren’t saying no because the thought of sex with the three men was disgusting you. It was the opposite. You wanted it too much; you wanted all of them too much. But one girl sleeping with two aggressive hunters and an angel of the lord was not going to end well for you. It couldn’t…could it?

“Wake up princess” The voice is gruff and in your ear as your body and your brain start waking up. Those invisible warning signs are going off like Spiderman’s Spidey-senses.

“Wha-..?” Hands are coming up to pull your hair back as something locks around your neck. It isn’t a necklace, it’s much too tight for that. No, fuck it’s the collar. “Sammy?” your voice is gravely from just waking up, there is no way you sound sexy right now.

Sams fingers are slipping into your cunt as he grips the chain tighter, “You like that (y/n)?” he asks and curls his fingers in you slightly.

“Ye-yeah..” you moan out and raise your hand up to grip onto his forearm.

“Fuck baby girl. Knew you’d like your gift.” He teased you, tugging on the chain again.

Deans hand raised up and slapped down against your skin his jeans are rubbing and chaffing your thighs but you don’t have time to focus on it.

 That fucking dildo is sliding into you with ease, the hour he’d spent with his head between your thighs made you more than plenty wet.

“De…No-no..I-I want your cock.” He’d been teasing you about it all afternoon. It was embarrassing.

“Not yet Baby. I spent my pool money on this thing. You aren’t getting my cock till I get a good use outta this.”

“Alright Cas.” You mumble softly and move the panties so they aren’t riding up into your ass. 

The angel is sitting down behind you, he hums appreciatively as you turn around for him. The angel wings bouncing slightly. “Is this how you pictured it’d look?” he shakes his head and you deflate slightly because of that.

“You look even better (Y/N). I can’t wait to fuck you with this all on.” A small giggle bursts through your lips as he pushes you back onto the bed. “My perfect little angel.”

That night after the game, the three of them carried you into bed. Glancing at each other wearily. “What do you wanna do about this?” Dean asks.

Sam rolls his eyes at his brother and shakes his head at him. “Nothing Dean, she was drunk…We shouldn’t do anything to her.” Sam is leaning against Castiel right now, the angel looks at Dean. “I agree with Dean, we should do something. Maybe we should give her “sexy presents”.” Once Castiel had raised his arms to mimic the air quotes, he had let go of Sam, and watched him fall into the floor.

“Fuck yeah Cas..I like it.” Dean laughed softly and slowly moved to help Sam off the floor. “I wanna go first though.” Sam groaned as he looked at Dean. “I’ll play you Rock, Paper Scissors  for it.” His hand stretched out to Dean and he nodded. “You want in cas?” The angel nodded and waited silently to see who would win.

“One…two…” Dean counted down. “Three!”

Sam won the game.

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Call Me By Name

A/N: Thiiiiiiis might be my first step on the way to Hell. Well, publicly, anyways, but yeah. I had fun though x3 There is some poking fun at names and titles of God, and though I tried to keep it light and fun, I am not religious so your mileage may vary. All of the names were scrabbled together from various lists and look legit to me. (Yes, even that last one!) Written as part of @webcricket‘s “Supernatural Advent Challenge 2017” for the prompt “Affectionate Nicknames.”

Summary: Reader wants attention but Chuck’s busy writing. He won’t respond to his new name, so you decide to pull out some classics.

Quick facts: Romance – Fluff – Chuck/Reader – Christmas(-ish?) fic

Warnings: PG-13 for suggested sexytimes. Uh…blasphemy?

Words: 894

    “Chuck…Chuuuuck…Chuuuuuuuuck…”

The man-but-not-really resolutely ignores you and continues working on…well, whatever his current project is. He hasn’t talked about it much and maybe that’s why you’re so bored, rolling around at the end of the bed while Chuck sits against the headrest and writes by hand into a large notebook. Normally you’d be content to let him work for a little bit but you’re on vacation and if Chuck says you’re not allowed to work then you don’t know why he should be able to. Well, you know why he probably thinks he’s exempt, but the day you found out he was more than a prophet didn’t really change much between you so you don’t know why you should start acting weird about it now.

His attention is the problem, you think, so you decide to take a different track and pull out your phone. It takes a few tries of searching but you get the list you want and scan over it. There’s a bit of giggling (“Avenger”? Really?) but you sit up and clear your throat. “Chuck?”

No response.

“Elohim?”

You think he glances at you but he keeps writing like he doesn’t know you’re there.

“Jehovah? …Adonai?”

He snorts but still writes and your grin feels like it must look like one of those sharks from “Finding Nemo”. Ah, acknowledgement– his most fatal mistake.

You scoot closer to him. “Yahweh?”

He shakes his head but doesn’t do anything else. You laugh and move closer. “Almighty?”

Nothing.

“Creator?”

Nope.

“Maker?”

Nada.

“Author of Eternal Salvation?”

He takes a moment to look disapprovingly at you.

“Great Shepherd?”

He sighs and says your name with exasperation. But you really love this next one and rush to get it out: “Captain of Salvation?”

“Arr,” he deadpans like the flattest pirate you’ve ever heard and you fall apart in laughter. He chuckles as well and cranes his head down at you, where you lay next to his leg. “Just a little more and then I won't work at all for the next week, okay? We’ll even…I’ll even get a little tree for the room, okay?”

You think on that. He had resolutely refused to get a tree for your little hotel room despite your insistence and, well, maybe you had partly insisted because it seemed to annoy him just the right amount, but still. You maintain you don’t have to be religious to appreciate a nice Christmas tree, with its fresh pine scent and prettily strung lights and shining ornaments.

Yeah, the tree sounds nice, but right now you have your mind set on something else. You sit back up and watch him write, admiring his focus. You know, while he has it. “I think I’d rather have you right now,” you say, voice lowering just a little bit as you think of what you want. He’s back to ignoring you, though, so you get on all fours and make your approach. “Breath of Life?”

Nothing. You move closer and drop your voice again. “Oh Blessed and…Holy Ruler?” You put your hand on his thigh, not to rest any weight, just to touch, and you can swear you feel him flinch. It’s so brief and he shows no sign it happened. If he were any other man you’d have thought you imagined it. But you’ve been with Chuck for a while, and you know better. You’re still smiling as you take your hand away, and you move up to sit right next to him. “Majesty on High…”

He gives you a dirty look but if he’s trying to dissuade you, he probably shouldn’t put that much heat into his eyes. The names are affecting him in, in your opinion, a very wonderful way. You lick your lips and lean in, and place your hand on his stomach. It’s warm and you can feel the muscles pull tight under his thin shirt. He’s trying to crunch up with the book resting on his knees as he writes furiously, messily. You don’t know if he’s trying to look extra preoccupied or if he’s trying to finish before he gives in. You rest your head on his shoulder and place your mouth right next to his ear. You barely refrain from giving it a quick bite. “Mighty God; Merciful God…”

He chuckles darkly and you breathe just a little bit heavier. But his hand is beginning to slow and you feel his stomach tighten. “King Eternal, Light of my World,” you say lovingly and press a little kiss to his ear just before you breathe with as much yearning as you can muster, “My Lord…”

The book and pen are flung to the far reaches of the room and Chuck curls around you like he’s a swirling galaxy of desire and you are the center.

   You snuggle up to Chuck’s side and he rests his hand on your head as he gets to the end of the page. He swirls the end with graceful calligraphy and plinks a period at the end of the sentence. Finally done, he lets out a breath and sits for a moment, allowing the fountain pen’s ink to dry before he closes the book and hands his first draft to you. “Can you take a look at this?”

You take it and aim a sweet smile at your heavenly lover. “Sure thing, Abba.”

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Our College Years - Dec 4th

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Y/N Collins, Misha Collins (mentioned), Briana Buckmaster (mentioned)

Pairing:​ ​​Jensen​ ​x​ ​Reader AU

Warnings:​ Body changes, self image, smut (not overly graphic but it’s definitely there).  

Word​ ​Count:​​ 2230 (yeeeeah not a drabble…. sorry!!!)  

A/N:​​ ​This one is part of my College!Jensen one shot/drabble series AU but it can like all the others also be read as a stand alone.

It’s done for @webcricket’s advents challenge and the prompt was my favorite thing.

Thanks to the sweet, amazing @like-a-bag-of-potatoes for betaing this not drabble for me :P

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MASTERLIST

It had been a long Monday. Mondays always were. In the morning Jensen worked at the on campus Starbucks before his noon classes. Straight after those were baseball practice, before he had to hurry to hurry to Pizza Hut for his shift. The only good thing about Mondays were that Jensen always had free pizza to bring home, which his pregnant girlfriend loved.

“Hi honey. I’m home,” Jensen called out, as he threw the pizza on the kitchen table. Jensen frowned, as he out of the corner of the eye thought he saw Y/N fleeing from their bedroom into the bathroom.

“Y/N/N?” Jensen called her, heading for their bedroom. The door to the bathroom was closed and Jensen knew he hadn’t been wrong.

“Baby are you okay?” he gently knocked on the door before trying to open it. It was locked, which really caused him to worry. Never in the two months they had lived here had she locked the door to do anything.

“Baby talk to me, please. Did I do something wrong?” he pleaded with her and finally her voice sounded through the door.

“I’m fine. Could you just go out for a bit or something,” she sounded close to tears, so there was no way in hell Jensen was leaving her alone.

“What? No. Honey just come out here. Whatever it is we’ll figure it out. Please,” Jensen begged her, considering for a moment just how much force he would have to use to kick in the door. He soon realized it was a small room and he would probably just end up hurting her if he did something like that. His only choice was to stay put and try and talk her out of there.

“Y/N/N. I love you. You’re scaring me sweetheart. Please just tell me what’s wrong?” Jensen pleaded with her, resting his hand against the door, wishing he could touch her and hold her right now.

“I went with Bri and we sold some of our old clothes at the second hand place,” she sniffled on the other side of the door. Jensen was so confused as to how that could lead her to locking herself into the bathroom, but at least she was talking now.

“Okay?” Jensen prompted.

“We took the money and went the the Christmas sale at walmart. I got something cause I wanted to surprise you,” she was still sniffling and Jensen was even more confused than ever.

“That’s fine Y/N/N. Just come out here and let me see you,” Jensen wondered if she thought he would be mad at her spending money she earned from selling clothes on new clothes. He wasn’t. He never would be. He wanted her to have everything, even if it was hard for him to know he wasn’t always able to give her all the things he wanted to give her.

“No! Cause I look fat and stupid and all my clothes are out there with you,” she whined and the realization hit Jensen like a ton of bricks. He had never once considered this was how she was feeling, because she had always been so confident and at ease in her own body. He knew it was changing, but he loved how she looked now as much as he had a few months ago, if not more. He hadn’t even considered the fact that her pregnancy might affect the way she saw herself.

“Y/N/N you’re not fat. You’re pregnant. You’re glowing, and the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” Jensen tried. He leaned his forehead against the door, smiling a little when he remembered the first time he’d met her.

“Remember the first time I saw you? You were swimming in the lake behind Misha’s house,” Jensen reminded her. A warmth rushed through him when he heard her sobs stopping. The smile in her voice was evident when she answered him.

“Yeah. You almost ran into the glass door,” she reminded him, making Jensen growl playfully, pretending to be annoyed.

“Not the point,” he grumbled. A huge smile slid across his face when he heard her giggle behind the door.

“My point was… you took my breath away, Y/N/N. You still do everyday. You’re gorgeous and smart and perfect. I love you so much. Please just come out here so I can kiss you hello. I’ll never think you look bad. You’d be hot in an old paper bag,” Jensen rambled, but stopped taking a deep breath when he heard the lock on the door click. He took a step back giving her some room, but he froze completely the moment she opened the door.

Y/N’s eyes were nailed to the floor as she played with the red, see through fabric of the lingerie she had on. She didn’t notice how Jensen’s eyes raked her body, or how his breathing got a little heavier before he swallowed deeply, trying to regain some control of himself.

“Wow,” Jensen wanted to kick himself. Of all the things he could have said, that’s what he went with. At least it was enough to make Y/N look up at him, genuine surprise was written all over her face and Jensen couldn’t help but smile a little.

“Fuck, you look hot,” Jensen assured her as he stepped a little closer to her and she was finally starting to smile. She believed him. His appreciation of her was enough to make her feel better about herself and Jensen swore they weren’t leaving this room until she felt like a goddess.

“This is definitely my new favorite thing of yours,” Jensen promised her, gently putting his hands on her stomach, running them around her sides, under the fabric to her back, pulling her close against him.

“Yeah? You like it?” she beamed, her smile reflected on Jensen’s face as he dipped his head down whispering just above her lips.

“Love,” his lips crashed against hers, kissing her deeply and passionately. He smiled against her lips as he felt her begin to work on the bottoms of his shirt. His hands roamed her body, everywhere he could reach as she worked on freeing him of his shirt, but never once did he allow her to break the kiss. Not even when she, giggling, pushed his shirt over his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.

Y/N raised her hands to slide the straps of her top down her shoulders, but Jensen stopped her before she got far.

“Leave it on,” Jensen spoke in a low, needy tone making her bite her lip and giggle.

“Really?”

“Really,” Jensen gently pushed her back on the bed so her back hit the mattress, causing her to bounce a little. She gasped in surprise but Jensen was next to her kissing her silent before she could scold him. He pulled away, running his hands down her body following it with his eyes, before meeting hers.

“You’re my favorite thing, you know that right?” Jensen’s voice was soft and honest. He smiled a little at the surprised look on her face. “You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever met. You’re amazing and brave. Sure you’re body is changing, but it is not making you any less perfect. You’re gorgeous, sweetheart. I’ll never not think that. I love you.”

The tears build in her eyes as he spoke and as soon as he said I love you, she grabbing his face, pulling him down for a deep, tender kiss.

“God you’re such a sap sometimes Ackles,” she joked, making Jensen smile, nuzzling his nose against hers.

“I know. You love it,” he teased, kissing a trail dawn her jaw, to her neck, gently sucking down on the spot that always made her moan. Today was no exception.

“I love you, Jay,” she gasped, making him smile against her skin as he kissed his way down her body, until he was kneeling on the floor between her legs. He looked up into her eyes as he slowly pulled down her panties, making sure his hands never left her skin for one second as he did.

He kissed and nipped her inner thighs, making her moan and beg for him before he settled where she needed him the most. He stayed between her legs, drawing out her pleasure, until she was begging for release. Jensen didn’t deny her of it. He would never deny her anything. Anything she needed, anything he could give her, would always be hers.

He smiled down at her panting on the bed as he rid himself his remaining clothes. Her hair was a mess, her skin was flushed and glistening with sweat. She was absolutely perfect.

Jensen smiled, as she reached out to him, tugging him to lie back down next to her. She rolled to her side, tangling her legs with his. They stayed like that for what felt like forever. In to rush, simply touching each other and kissing, until a low groan sounded in the back of Jensen’s throat when he once more was met with resistance from the lingerie. He wanted to touch all of her, but the damn thing wouldn’t let him.

Y/N giggled, pulling back a little, “so can I take it off now?” she teased, and Jensen’s head fell forward to rest on top of her breast.

“Yes please,” he playfully sulked, making her laugh and tug his hair slightly to move him. She sat up pulling the garment over her head, while Jensen rolled flat on his back. He placed his hands under his head, looking at her with a serene smile on his face.

The adoration and admiration in his eyes when she looked back at him made her blush as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

“What are you doing?” she gave him a surprised look when he reached out for her.

“I want to watch you,” Jensen answered honestly. Normally she wouldn’t have had a problem riding him, but she hadn’t in over month. Jensen had become so careful with her and her buying the lingerie had been her trying to shake him out of that. Still, she wasn’t sure she could do this. She still didn’t feel like herself and even with the way he looked at her, she felt far from sexy.

“Jensen…” she began to protest but Jensen simply sat up gently tugging her onto his lap.

“You’re perfect. You’re still you. Wild and crazy, sweet and loving. Let me show you I still see that?” Jensen asked, and Y/N took a deep breath biting her bottom lip. She loved him more than anything and trusted him more than anyone. He was her world. For him… with him, she could do this.

She reached down between them, closing her hand around him, gently stroking him. Jensen let out a hiss, his forehead fell to rest on her shoulder, making her smile.

“Lay back down,” she ordered, sucking a mark on his neck before he did as he was told. The proud, loving look on his face made her feel confident now as she rose to her knees and guided him too her entrance. She slowly sunk down on him, making them both moan and gasp in pleasure.

Jensen was completely mesmerized by her as she rolled her hips against his. Her eyes were clouded with lust and she stopped caring about anything but the two of them. Her hands on his chest felt amazing, but it was nothing compared to the soft, glowing skin of hers under his hands. He loved nothing more than to stay like this for the rest of the night. Connected and loving her, but he knew it wouldn’t last. He knew they were both close and when her moans became more desperate he spurred her on. His hands on her hips helping her keep her pace as she took what she needed from him. He followed right behind her, not able to hold back when she threw her head back calling out his name as her walls fluttered around him.

Before she could collapse on top of him, Jensen gently wrapped his arms around her, rolling them both to their side. He pulled out, put stayed close. Kissing her and touching her, like she did him.

“I love you, Jay,” her voice was almost a whisper, but her eyes shone with affection. Jensen smiled, pressing his lips softly against hers.

“Not as much as I love you,” he reached out gently rubbing her belly, “or Peanut,” he grinned, making her laugh.

“Speaking off… she’s hungry,” Y/N smiled sheepishly, causing Jensen to laugh this time.

“Well off course she is. Lucky for her, Daddy brought home free pizza,” he pressed his lips against Y/N’s in a sweet kiss before jumping from the bed, pulling on his boxers as she wrapped the sheet around her body, clearly not ready to leave the bed. It didn’t matter. Jensen was more than happy to spend the next few hours next to her. Eating, talking and kissing, until they both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

“Hey Jay,” Jensen stopped in the doorway turning around to look at her. She was sitting in bed, her hair still a mess and a breathtaking smile was plastered across her face now. “You’re my favorite thing too.”

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[dirth-aww-man]

The Resolution

Pairing: Castiel x reader, Ft. Dean

Summary: Castiel confronts his feelings for the reader at a New Year’s Eve party

Words: 1463

Warnings: None

A/N: A submission for @webcricket‘s Supernatural Advent Challenge, December 24th, New Year’s Resolutions.

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             The bar was far too crowded for Castiel's taste. It was a small place, packed so far beyond capacity that its patrons had to stand shoulder to shoulder. There was a canopy of tobacco smoke above their heads and the chatter from all the patrons barely won out over the sound of the electronic music in pounding the base of his skull. Despite referring to it as "amateur night", Dean all but physically dragged him into the obnoxious place.  

              Currently, Dean was near the door as if to block any escape attempt made by the seraph. Sam was in the back, near the unused pool table. Castiel refrained from reading the minds of his friends out of respect. Their companions however, were not afforded that same courtesy. Dean was speaking to a redheaded woman. 29. Recently divorced. Currently attempting to forget about her former husband's heart-breakingly long string of affairs. Castiel had a sneaking suspicion that Dean would be more than happy to assist. Sam was speaking to a veterinary technician. 31. Brunette. They were discussing her work while Sam tactfully avoided mentioning his own. For some reason, her eyes drifted to Sam's rear when he left to order them more drinks. Neither woman were demons or posed any discernible threat.                

              "Hey Cas, do you want something to drink?" The woman in front of him broke his train of thought. She was the only reason he allowed Dean to bring him here. "I mean, I know you don't, I just, you know-"

              "I'd prefer not to, but I appreciate the gesture." He knew she was trying to make him feel included. "Thank you."

              "Probably for the best." She glared at the amber liquid in her glass. "This stuff tastes like ass anyway."

              "Even to humans?"

              "Especially to humans." She laughed and oh, that laugh. "Who knows? Maybe it's so bad that angels will actually like it." She half-held it out to him, jokingly. That wasn't how it worked. He knew it. But she would laugh again if he tried it and he wanted to hear her laugh again.

              "Care to test that theory?" She looked mildly surprised, but her smile grew wider as she held her beer out for him to try. He brought the glass to his lips and was immediately proven correct. It was terrible. She laughed at his disgusted expression. It was a deep laugh that made her whole body shake. There was no better sound in existence, he decided. It washed away any trace of the bitter molecules left on his tongue.

              "If it's that bad, then why drink it?"

              "Oh, you know, because it's New Year's Eve." She swirled the remaining liquid in the bottom of her glass. She didn't look too enthused. "So, have you decided on a New Year's Resolution, yet?" 

              To finally tell you that I love you. The thought rushed unbidden from the back of his mind. He almost said it too. He'd been trying to tell her for a while now, but words always seemed to fail him. Either they weren't strong enough, or they simply didn't fit right. Even if he miraculously found the right thing to say, it often disappeared when she looked at him. Entire sonnets dissolved on his tongue at the exact moment he might actually be able to say them. She would smile at him the same way she was now, patiently wanting to know what he had to say, eyes shining with endless kindness. His heart would race, pumping blood he didn't truly need throughout his vessel, until it took every bit of celestial energy to quell the burning in his cheeks. He was unable to form a coherent sentence when she smiled at him that way.

              All he could choke out was a "nothing yet."

              "Me neither," She continued, as if he hadn't taken too long to respond to a simple question. "All I can come up with is 'save more people' and 'avoid near world-ending events'". He chuckled, eager for the diversion.

              "Admirable, but the second one seems unlikely." She pressed a hand to her lips to stifle her laughter.

              "Oh God, you're right. We should put up a sign in the Bunker that say 'Days Since Last Apocalypse: 0'" They laughed together, at the absurdity of the lives they led. In some extremely selfish way, he was glad for it. Otherwise, he never would have met her.

              Suddenly, he felt a foreign arm around his shoulders. His hand was half-way to his angel blade before he realized it was only Dean. "So, I talked to Sammy, and he's got a ride. I on the other hand, will be spending the night with Sandy-"

              "Cindy"

              "Cindy" Dean corrected himself. He looked at Castiel. "Wait, how did you?... You know what? I don't even wanna know."

              "Let me guess, I'm driving Cas home tonight?" She asked, amused. They all knew Dean wasn't coming back until morning. "Hey, if you make it back to the Bunker by 10:30, I'm making breakfast. Make sure you tell Sam."

              "Eggs and sausage?" Dean asked.

              "And pancakes,"

              "You're awesome," He said before reaching out his other arm around her shoulder, pulling the three of them closer together. Dean leaned over and whispered something in her ear. A human would never be able be able a whisper over the noise, but that wasn't the case for an angel. But it was instinct by now to give his friends privacy when they obviously didn't want him listening. He almost wished he hadn't when she gasped and smacked his arm. She was blushing, and Dean was laughing.

              "Dean! She hissed. "That's not-"

              "Now you two love birds behave," Dean winked at Castiel. Ignoring the glare Castiel sent his way, Dean laughed again and disappeared into the crowd.

              "What did he say?"

              "He just, I mean, It's just a stupid tradition." She stammered. He was fairly certain she was blushing darker than before.

              "Tradition?" He asked.

              "It's tradition on New Year's to, uh, kiss someone at midnight ... for luck." She didn't meet his eyes. That was not what he had expected to hear. She glanced at his lips before looking away.

              "Well," He started, trying to keep his voice under control. His heart was hammering again. Hoping he didn't sound too eager. "If it's for luck ..." She finally met his eyes, but now she looked horrified.

              "D-Don't think you have to do anything you don't want!"

              "And what if," His hands were shaking, actually shaking, but something compelled him to keep going. "What if that is what I want?"

              "You ... you want to kiss me?" He opened his mouth to respond.

              "10," Almost every voice in the bar roared suddenly. They both flinched, almost reaching for weapons in their shock.

              "9 ... 8 ..." He took another step closer to her. "7 ..."

              "YES!" He shouted above the noise. It wasn't nearly as romantic as he'd hoped it would be.

              But it didn’t matter, because she did the most wonderful thing she possibly could have done. She smiled. And then she nodded.

              "6 ... 5 ... 4 ..." Now that he knew it was coming, the yelling wasn't nearly as intrusive as before. 

              "3 ..." She was only a few inches away.

              Her hand slid up his chest and to the back of his neck. A shiver shot its way down his spine.

              His hand rested against her cheek. 

              "2 ..." Their eyes met. 

              "1 ..." 

              Their lips finally met. 

              The bar erupted into cries of "Happy New Year!" that made the floor vibrate. If the bar was loud before, it was thundering now. Laughing, clapping and loudly hopeful thoughts resounded throughout the cramped room. Castiel however, didn't notice any of it. The world dissolved until the only thing he knew was the woman in his arms. He was busy focusing on the gentle way her lips moved against his own and the feeling of her body pressing against him. He could feel the heat of her body through their clothing. Her free hand wound its way into his hair.

              It seemed like only a moment later that she pulled away and rested her forehead against his. Could she hear the way his heart was pounding? 

              "Cas," She said breathlessly, and his nickname never sounded so incredible. 

              "I love you." The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could think clearly again. She couldn't hear him, but she could see the way his lips formed the words. It had to be some sort of record for the quickest fulfilled resolution in the history of New Year's resolutions.

              "I love you too, Cas." She whispered. He'd never heard anything more wonderful. 

              Then she kissed him, and he lost himself all over again.

[just-wrting]

Things Don’t Always Work Out

Day 11 Prompt: The devil and a fallen angel walk into a bar…

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Warning: Lucifer, spoilers, Reader is only mentioned because I took the scene litterally.

Word Count: 308

Title: Things Don't Always Work Out

“So Castiel. We've talked about my son but how is (Y/N) taking everything?” the devil himself asked his brother.

“You mean (Y/N), your partner? That (Y/N)?” Cas responded. Lucifer nodded slowly while Cas continued,”Oh she is… How do I put this? She is livid but she tolerates Jack.”

The devil winced as he thought of how you must feel. He told you that you were special then and went and had a kid with someone else. You normally understood and went a bit soft on him despite knowing everything that he had done and now he was starting to feel bad for once in his stupidly long life.

“Well since we are a team now I'll see them again and can make things right. I didn't mean to have a kid, it just happened,” he tried to excuse the way he acted. “I don't care about anyone but them”

“Ah yes… You didn't mean it,” Cas repeated sarcastically, “just like how you didn't mean to stab me.”

“Oh your still not over that? You're here now so what does it matter?”

“It means a lot. You wonder why no one trusts you? Well maybe because you stab them.”

The two spent a considerable time arguing while the bar cleared out. The topic of (Y/N) still lingered in the air and the devil and his fallen brother didn't really bring it up for a while though.

“So will we be going back to see them? I could really stand some better company. You are a bore, Castiel,” Lucifer asked. “Honestly why do those two hunters keep you around?”

“Because I haven't stabbed them like you have,” replied Castiel while moving to stand. “I should get going.”

The door slammed open and in stepped evil Colonel Sanders.

“Hello Castiel, Lucifer. How nice to see you.”

@webcricket I tried to keep it a bit more like the episode because I liked however-you-spell-it being called evil colonel sanders. I have no idea why.

[fandomoniumflurry]

No Refunds

Dean x Reader

875 words

For @webcricket spn advent challenge day 18

Prompt: Red Flannel

some swearing and kissing and fluff

You weren’t sure which one of the brothers had left it. It could be either of theirs really. They both had an affinity with flannel. Their wardrobe consisted mainly of plaid and you never could decipher which shirt went to which brother. They were both broad shouldered and tall, making all the shirts just look huge to you.

You liked this one. It was a deep red color with white and black stripes and it was softer than some of the others. When you brought it to your nose, it smelled of leather and gunpowder with a hint of cologne. You smiled at the familiar scents taking in a deep breath before folding it over your shoulder.

You had been cleaning up your little house for about an hour now, making it nice and presentable for the boys when they got here. They had stopped in frequently since meeting you, which you teased it was just for your cooking and they didn’t deny it. You knew better though. They came and stayed with you because you were family and this was their home. The house wasn’t big enough for them to have a bedroom or even a bed but they loved it nonetheless, staying on the couch and air mattress in the living room. The two of them took up the whole space when they were sprawled out to sleep.

Once you had picked up and cleaned up good enough, you headed up to shower and get ready. You had left the laundry basket next to the washing machine and as you walked by you noticed the red flannel shirt sitting on top. After only a moment’s thought, you grabbed the shirt and padded down the hallway to your bedroom.

The boys would be staying longer this time, planning on spending the holiday weekend with you. The idea caused all of you to bubble with excitement. A real family Christmas, something none of you ever really had. And there was no one else any of you would rather be with. They told you not to decorate or get a tree or anything until they arrived then you could all do it together like a real family.  

You heard Sam’s voice call out your name as the front door opened. They let themselves in and you could hear their duffel bags drop to the floor. You grinned gleefully at the sound. Checking yourself one more time in the mirror, you beamed, rather proud of yourself. The red flannel was almost like a dress on you. With a white tank top underneath, you had the first few buttons undone and the sleeves folded up your forearm. You had wrapped a thin belt around your waist and wore a pair of black leggings underneath. Your hair flowed down your shoulders and you ran your fingers through it one last time before leaving your room.

As soon as you stepped out of your room, your eyes fell on the brothers. Your face split open with a wide smile as you ran their direction. They both seemed stunned to see what you were wearing and Dean had to snap out of his day before you leapt into his arms. Your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs around his waist and he returned your tight embrace with a warm laugh. “Good to see you too, Y/N/N.”

When you hopped down, you winked before turning to wrap your arms around Sam. Once the welcoming was done, they both looked down at you with questioning looks in their eyes. Your head turned to look between the two of them. “What? Is there something on my face?” You couldn’t hide the coy grin as you lifted a hand to your cheek, knowing full well what it was they were gawking at.

“You’re wearing my shirt, sweetheart.” Dean’s voice seemed more gravelly than usual and you couldn't help the shiver that shot down your spine.

You nibbled on the tip of your finger as you swayed softly, making the ends of the shirt flap around you. “I thought it looked festive. And it’s warm.” You saw Sam’s eyes roll from the corner of your eye and he mentioned something about needing beer for this and left toward the kitchen. Your eyes remained on Dean who sported a mischievous grin. “It smells like you too.” You muttered quietly, your tongue peeking out of the corner of your mouth.

Dean’s chest rumbled with a mixture of a laugh and a groan before a hand fell on your hip. He was hesitant for a moment but then quickly pulled you against his chest, causing you to squeak. “Is this my Christmas present?” He asked, his forehead resting against yours.

“Well, I don’t have the receipt so if you don’t like it, tough. No refunds.” You giggled as he brought both arms tight around your, his lips brushing lightly against yours. “Thought it was about time.” Your hands lifted to rest on either side of his face. After a moment of staring into those dazzling jade eyes, you spanned the distance and molded your lips against his.

“Jesus! Finally!” Sam called from the kitchen, causing you and Dean to laugh but didn’t break the kiss.

[bamby0304]

My Favourite Thing

Summary: Hunting takes up a lot of your time, which means you rarely find yourself enjoying the moment. So, as the snow falls outside, you can’t help but have a little fun.

Pairings: Dean/You

A/N: Okay, so this is my first contribution to @webcricket ‘s Cricket’s Supernatural Advent Challenge 2017. The prompt was set on December 4th, and was the song My Favourite Things. Hope you guys enjoy :):)

Warnings: Fluff :):)

Bamby

It had started snowing last night. When you woke up, before Dean, you’d pulled on some warm clothes and climbed the stairs of the bunker, stepping out to see the white winter wonderland that stretched as far as the eye could see. Snowflakes still drifted slowing to the ground, softly and delicately like little tiny dancers in the air.

There was no hunt, no case, no job to do. You’d all been busy for so long, it was only right you took some time off to relax and recuperate. It was only right to take some time for yourselves… enjoy yourselves.

You’d always loved the snow. It was probably your favourite thing in the whole world.

Before you even knew what you were doing, you were standing out in the open, hands stretched out, catching the snowflakes as you looked up at the sky, feeling the flakes coat your lashes and land on your nose. The smile that spread on your lips was content, happy, pleased.

Suddenly something hit you in the back of the head.

You turned to see Dean, a grin on his lips as he leaned down to pick up a handful of snow which he began to ball up. No words were exchanged as you watched each other. Lips still curled into smiles, you both moved at once.

Ducking, you dodged the snow ball as you gathered some snow of your own, not bothering to ball it up as you threw it in his direction.

And so, the games begun.

The two of you laughed as snow was thrown all over the place, covering you both in the frozen white flakes. Your cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing so much, your heart beating hard in your chest.

Dean moved closer and closer as you both continued to play, neither of you bothering to ball the snow up. You just tossed it around, like splashing water. Either way, you were bother giggling and laughing like a couple of children.

When he finally reached you, you paused your fighting, a fist full of snow in your hand. You watched him move a little closer, his smile still in place. Panting a little, you raised your free hand to brush your hair out of your face.

His own hand come up, tucking your hair behind you ear, his other hand coming down to rest on your waist as his fingers then brushed the snow from your cheeks and nose, the touches so sweet and soft. His eyes looked down at you, shining happily, dimples sat at the corner of his lips.

Slowly, he leaned down, bringing his lips down to yours.

Your smile flipped into a grin as you brought your hand up and squashed the snow onto the top of his head.

Shocked, Dean stumbled ever so slightly. As you cackled and laughed, you lost your own balance, and before either of you could steady each other, you both tumbled to the ground.

Landing on Dean’s chest, still laughing, you looked up at him, seeing him pouting as he dusted the snow off himself. You just laughed harder.

Hearing you above him, Dean’s hand paused as he looked to you. There was a moment where he continued to pout, but slowly his lips curved into another smile, and then he was laughing, his chest rumbling underneath you.

Smile still in place, you looked down into his dancing green eyes. “It’s snowing.”

He laughed a little more, looking up at your cute smile. “God, I love you.”

Cupping your cheek, he brought your face to his. This time, you let his lips meet yours in a sweet kiss that made you melt into the snow and against him as his warm lips pressed against yours so perfectly.

You might have always loved the snow… but Dean was definitely your favourite thing.

Bamby​

[webcricket]

Later, Princess

Characters: Castiel X Sister!Winchester Reader ft. Jack Kline and Dean Winchester

Word Count: 444

A/N: Drabble for my SPN Advent Challenge December 15 Prompt Theme - Affectionate Nickname. Random Jack silliness.

Jack slips the headphones off his ears when he notices Dean enter the library. He was watching the door, eagerly expecting Castiel to appear with a couple of much lauded peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. He smiles warmly at the Winchester instead.

You remain oblivious, deeply submerged in a tome on lesser known hexes.

“Hey,” Dean’s voice is low, his fingers lightly touching your shoulder from behind as he leans over your chair – he doesn’t want to startle you.

You look up from the yellowed text, noticing Cas is still off making lunch. You squint to focus on Dean’s freckled features after staring so long at the arcane lettering.

“Sammy and I are heading out to the store to pick up a few things for the weekend, you need anything?” he asks.

You don’t actually need anything, but your brother doesn’t need to know this fact and you can’t resist an opportunity to make him squirm. “I don’t know Dean,” you muse, smirking, “are you feeling comfortable enough about your masculinity today to grab me some girly necessities?”

Dean’s expression threatens to contort into a grimace. He hates buying you feminine products, but the manner in which you’ve phrased the request makes it impossible for him to refuse. “The usual?” he sighs in defeat after a long pause wherein he recognizes his conundrum.

“The usual.” You nod, adding, “You’re the best, bro.”

“I really am,” Dean smugly agrees, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head, “and don’t you forget it.” He points to the silent smiling Nephilim. “You comin’ kiddo? You look like you could use some fresh air.”

Forgetting all about lunch, Jack’s face brightens at the offer. He reveres your brothers and is always elated when they include him in any task, no matter how mundane. He tosses the headphones clattering to the table and kicks back from his chair practically shouting, “Yes!”

“See ya later, princess.” Dean winks, pushing Jack ahead toward the doorway.

“Yes, see you later, princess,” Jack echoes, giving you his own exaggerated wink.

You can’t help but crack a smile at how ridiculous the nickname sounds when Jack repeats it.

As they retreat, the boy peers sideways at Dean, brow furrowing, asking, “What are girly necessities?”

You stifle a giggle. Watching them leave, you’re struck with the realization that this is the first time you and Castiel will have the bunker all to yourselves since his return from the Empty. No curious teens knocking on closed doors. No badgering brothers. No interruptions. Book slipping forgotten from your fingers, you rise and rush toward the kitchen – you intend to take full advantage of their absence.

[alexielwrites]

Peppermint

Title: Peppermint

Webcricket's Advent Calendar Day 6: Flavor-Peppermint

Rating: Semi-Fluff with a dash of Lemon?

Pairing: Surprise Pairing (I know, I know, but I want this one to be a surprise!) Female WinchesterSister! Reader

Word Count: 1,385

A/N: Like with everything else, if you want to be tagged in any of my works, please let me know and I'll be happy to add you! ^_^

DO NOT POST THIS ANYWHERE ELSE, I WILL NEVER GIVE PERMISSION FOR THAT.

You had been pumped for Christmas since the moment you had finished Thanksgiving dinner with the boys, and that was saying a lot really. As Winchesters, you just didn't do Christmas together for the most part, but this year you were determined to have a family holiday. It didn't matter that Amara was loose and the end of the world was coming, after all it wasn't the first time you had all been fighting to save the world. And this certainly wouldn't be the last time either.

What made it even better was that this year, you had your boyfriend, or actually you both preferred significant other, to spend it with. At the moment though, he and the boys were out and you were decking the halls, quite literally actually. Even though you knew Dean was going to growl about it, you were hanging wreaths, cinnamon scented ornaments, holly and mistletoe all around the bunker.

And you had also went out and bought an honest to Chuck, live Christmas tree that was sitting in the library with it's multicolored lights twinkling merrily at you. Smiling at your work of art, you finished hanging up yet another wreath before heading back to your stash of decorations. One major thing you had bought was at least a dozen boxes of candy canes, because you loved the flavor of peppermint. It was the quickest way to your heart, and everyone around you knew it.

Grabbing a couple boxes, you headed for the Christmas tree to hang some of them on it, the rest would be distributed through the bunker. You were humming to the soft music playing from the stereo, smiling as you hung the candy canes on the tree. Though you couldn't resist tearing one open and sticking the end of it in your mouth with a pleased hum.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Came Castiel's voice from behind you, and you turned to look at him with a smile as you slipped the candy out of your mouth. Motioning around the bunker, you grinned even wider, “I'm decorating for Christmas, it's going to be great this year!”

He looked a little lost, but then offered you a smile, “Of course, I think it looks very nice.” It was somewhat awkward, as usual, but you didn't pay it any mind as you stuck the candy back in your mouth and turned back to the tree to put a few more on it. You heard him walk closer, studying the tree as you moved around it until you were satisfied that it had enough candy canes dangling from it's branches.

“Why are you putting candy on this tree?” He asked as he turned those impossibly blue eyes toward you with that same curiosity they always seemed to hold. Moving the candy cane to the side of your mouth, you smiled and then slipped it out, “It's my favorite flavor, and it's associated with Christmas. So I like to use it as decoration, and it won't go to waste because we'll eat it as the month goes along.” You explained as the angel watched you and then nodded to your explanation.

Stepping back around the tree, you stopped a foot or so in front of him and tilted your head a little, “Do you want to try some, Cas?” You (e/c) eyes met his and you smiled as he looked down at you, seeming in thought over the question you'd just asked him.

“I think I would enjoy that, Y/N.” He said as he took a step forward and you started to raise your hand so you could offer him some of the candy. But before you could get that far, Cas curled a hand in your hair and leaned down to cover your mouth with his, tongue nudging at your lips to get them to part.

Shock rolled through your body at how bold he was being, and it caused you to shiver as you parted your lips for your angel, groaning when his tongue swept into your mouth to stroke over yours. One of your arms lifted up to curl over his shoulders as you kissed him back, loving how this had been so unexpected, but so pleasurable too. It was rare that he took the lead in things like this, but you certainly weren't going to complain about it.

A little growl rumbled in his chest and you clung to him a little more tightly, the rest of your candy cane falling to the floor to be forgotten. With a single arm he lifted you, walking the two of you backward until he could press you up against the bookshelves behind you. Whatever had gotten into your angel, you liked it, and definitely wanted to see a little more of this side of him.

You shifted and slid your fingers into his silky hair as he pressed his body against yours like he was desperate to feel you against him. Not that you really minded, you've missed the feel of him and it was nice to have his warm, solid form against your own again.

His hands slid up your sides once he freed his other one from your hair, thumbs caressing your ribs and the underneath side of your breasts. That was certainly something new, and you whimpered as you turned your head away to break the kiss, “Cas? What's gotten into you?” Your angel would never be this bold, not to the point where he would feel you up in such a public place. Oh it felt good without  doubt, but you knew something wasn't' quite right about it at the moment.

“You taste good, Y/N, I couldn't help myself.” Was his reply as those blue eyes stared into your own, so dark with need that you were tempted to take a step back even though you were against the bookshelf. You've seen him in the throes of pleasure, and he's never looked quite like this before, “Something isn't right with you, Cas.”

A heavy sigh came from him and he let go of you and straightened up to his full height before a smirk pulled at his lips, “Oh little one, you're smarter than your brothers, that's for sure. I didn't think you'd notice so soon.” Your body tensed up as you looked at the man in front of you, who definitely was not your angel, not by a long shot.

“Lucifer!” You hissed out at him, bringing a smile to his lips as he mock bowed to you, “In the flesh, so to speak. But oh my Dad, your little boyfriend is throwing such a temper tantrum because I touched one of his toys.” Now you blushed because you had just kissed Lucifer, even though it was Castiel's body, you had kissed the Lucifer. You watched him pick one of the candy canes off of the tree before looking back at you, “You were right, I do like this flavor, but it's such a pity. We could have had so much fun, Y/N.”

He winked at you and you felt his grace sweep over you, touching you so intimately that you were blushing and gasping at the same time. It was over in mere seconds though and he licked his lips as he broke a piece of the candy off and popped it in his mouth, “If you ever get bored with my little brother...” Lucifer trailed off before he vanished with a rustle of wings, leaving you in quite a state. Half aroused and half disgusted that you'd just kissed Lucifer.

Swiping your tongue over your bottom lip, you shivered at the taste of peppermint that lingered on your lips. Well shit, now you weren't going to be able to eat it anymore without thinking of him, “Lucifer, you ass.” You huffed as you pulled out your phone, it looked like your angel needed another rescue.

@webcricket @waywardangelcupcake

[fanfic-scribbles]

No Longer Pining

A/N: ::Rolls around in shameless Cas fluff:: Not sorry! Not even for the terrible title. This is part of @webcricket‘s “Supernatural Advent Challenge 2017” for the prompt “Scent: Pine”.

Summary: A bad encounter with a Djinn leads some truths to light.

Quick facts: Romance fic – Castiel/Reader – Christmas fic – Nondescript Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Words: 802

    You hum to yourself as you place the next ornament on the Christmas tree. This one is a little heavier than most and requires an exact placement, but hooked deep on a strong branch (with a few branches underneath to cradle it just in case), you move onto the next, a light, silver ball.

“It smells very nice in here.”

You flinch, but breathe a sigh of relief when you don’t drop the delicate decoration to the ground. It makes it to the too-empty branch you had set your sights on, and you pause to glance back at Cas. His head is tilted back as he breathes in the smell of A-grade prime cut Christmas tree and you take a moment to appreciate the sight of his contentment before you get back to what you’re doing. Decorating is a slower event this year but you’re taking your time, trying to enjoy it.

“How are you feeling?” Cas asks and by his voice you know he’s coming closer. You try to tell yourself it’s no big deal, but you stiffen when he stands next to you.

“Fine. A lot better. Thanks,” you say and hang a couple more ornaments in the silence. Cas is still there, still next to you, and it’s bringing up things you’d rather do anything else than think about.

You turn away from him and suddenly there he is in front of you. You swallow hard and Cas grabs your outstretched wrist. He studies you too intently for your comfort and you try to pull away. Subtly at first, but he’s not having it. “You have been avoiding me. Ever since the Djinn. Why?”

It shouldn’t be hard to figure out. In fact, Cas is insanely smart and you know he knows why. But that doesn’t make it easy to admit to. “I’ve just been getting on my feet.”

“What did you dream about?”

You pull more insistently. “Nothing I want to talk about, Cas. Drop it.”

He leans in closer. “Did you dream of me?”

You panic and rip your arm away and you’re thrown off balance, wheeling and on track to fall right into the tree. Suddenly you come to a stop, panting, with pine needles pressing into your back and head, where Cas has caught you, his arm behind your back and his body far, far too close to yours. In his arms, you bite down hard on your lower lip and try not to remember what that felt like. How it felt to have him hold you while you bled out from a self-inflicted wound only to come to in a dingy old shack where his care and concern seemed so much more distant, where everything was suddenly so cold, so real. So utterly, painfully real

But his eyes soften now and he says, softly, “Do you really think your affection is so one-sided?”

You blink. “Cas, wh–”

He kisses you. He kisses you and for several nauseating seconds you think you’re back in that Djinn dream where everything felt so wrong, where you had Cas but you weren’t hunting and Sam and Dean were gone but you were supposed to be happy because wasn’t it everything you wanted? And it wasn’t. The fake tree in that fake life with that big house and fake friends and Cas who was yours but miserable can’t compare to the fresh, bright-smelling spindly thing behind you in an underground lair you share with two friends you would die for and an angel who finds purpose and joy in what he does with you and those friends. Fake Cas might have been ‘yours’ but he was a pale shade of the original, and even if you can’t have the real thing…

But he’s here, now, kissing you, and things are right and real. “Cas?” you whisper, afraid to break the moment, unwilling to let normalcy creep in even despite the pine needles tickling the back of your neck. Water lines up in the bottom of your eyes. “It…it’s okay. I’m sorry; I know it was a dream. I just…I…”

“I would consider myself lucky to be the one that could make your dreams come true,” he murmurs.

The tears fall but you laugh. “That’s, uh…that’s sweet, Cas. Cheesy, but sweet.” You sniffle and go to rub your face, but Cas catches your hand in his.

“It’s true,” he says and wipes your tears away. “And real.”

“Real,” you breathe. And pull him in for another kiss. He responds eagerly, pulling you close up against him, and you allow yourself to revel in your first kiss entirely untainted by the Djinn. With pine in the air, fuzzy Christmas music playing softly in the background, and a half-broken string of lights blinking haphazardly to the side, you know you’re home.

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

Our College Years - Dec 1st

Pairing: Jensen x Reader AU

Warnings: Money problems.

Word Count: 610

A/N: This one is written for @webcricket advent challenge. I doubt I will be able to do all, but I will do a few. All will be done in my Our College Years AU so I hope Jensen is okay. It can be read with the other drabbles/one shots in this universe or as a stand alone.

Unbetaed and fast written. All mistakes are mine.

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

You stretched, reaching out to Jensen, not really wanting to get up just yet. When you found his side of the bed empty you rethought that plan. You sad up in bed, trying to adjust your eyes to the sun shining through the window of your bedroom. The apartment was quiet and you couldn’t help but wonder if Jensen had a shift or practice you had forgotten about this morning. You knew for a fact that neither of you had classes until past noon.

You made a small pout when your stomach rumbled, knowing that without Jensen close by to order around you would have to get your own breakfast. A small giggle escaped you when you felt your daughter kick as you swung your legs out of bed.

You rubbed your bump, talking low and loving at it, “I know sweetie. I’m hungry too. I’m going.”

“Goddammit!” Jensen’s angry voice sounded from the living room and you jumped. You had no idea he would be home and you certainly hadn’t expected him to start yelling somewhere in the apartment. You quickly tiptoed through the hall peeking into the living room from the doorway. Jensen was sitting in front of the laptop, his head resting in his hands. An overwhelming need to hold him, came over you. Without thinking you rushed through the room. He jumped a little when you put your hand on his shoulder, but leaned back allowing you to crawl into his lap and wrap your arms around him.

“I’m sorry honey,” he mumbled, nuzzling his face against your neck. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“You didn’t. I was up,” you assured him, lovingly running your hands through his hair. “What’s this?” you motioned towards all the numbers on the screen.

“I just paid our bills,” Jensen answered, not moving. “There’s nothing left.”

“So… You paid everything right?” you asked. You understood his worry but if he was going to let it weigh on him like this, neither of you would make it through college.

“Y/N/N. Yeah I paid everything. But there’s like 50 left. For food and you wanted to start decorating the nursery,” Jensen mumbled, causing you to smile.

“I’ll do the baby shower early,” you tugging his shirt a little trying to get him to look at you, “and we got meal plan.”

Jensen’s eyes finally met yours, “Y/N/N you’re pregnant! You crave weird stuff all the time.” You could see his distress. He didn’t want you or the kid to need for anything, but you were both still in school. This was simply how things were at the moment. It would get better.

“We’ll figure it out. I’m sure mom wouldn’t mind giving us a little something extra for food and stuff,” you answered, pressing your lips softly against his, finally feeling him starting to relax.

“I don’t even got enough to buy you a proper christmas present,” Jensen muttered and you couldn’t help the big smile that slide across your face. You cupped his face in your hands, gently forcing him to look at you.

“Jay… All I want for Christmas is you,” you spoke softly and honestly, making him smile a little, but groan when you got off his lap. You laughed holding out your hand, offering it to him. “Now come back to the bedroom and let me prove it too you,” you spoke in a low seductive voice and Jensen’s eyes widened. He was on his feet and with his arms wrapped around you faster than you had ever seen him move, causing you to squeal with laughter, before he kissed you silent.

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[tistai]

Make a Wish

Pairing - SamxGabriel Word Count - 654 A/N - This was written for @webcricket advent challenge. Prompt 1 - "All I Want for Christmas is You." This is my first time writing spn. Any horribly awful mistakes on characterization is all mine.

"Come on Sam, just one idea. You're killing me here," Gabriel complained from his position in the chair. He had been bothering Sam for the last two hours while Sam did his best to ignore the archangel.

"No," Sam replied, his attention on the book in front of him.

"But Samster, time is running out! Christmas is only a couple of days away," Gabriel pointed out. Sam looked up from his research to raise an incredulous eyebrow across the room.

"Since when do you care about Christmas?" Sam asked. Gabriel sighed dramatically.

"You are missing the point of this. I'm giving you a once in a lifetime offer here. Anything you want, just name it." Gabriel pulled a candy cane from the empty air and motioned emphatically with it.

"I don't need anything," Sam replied, turning back to the old dusty book. Even with the bunker serving as something resembling a home base neither Winchester had felt like putting any effort into Christmas. It was just another day. For some reason this had offended Gabriel when the angel commented on the lack of decorations. He had taken it upon himself to single handedly force some Christmas cheer on the bunker. Just that morning Dean had threatened trap Gabriel in a ring of holy fire if he didn't turn the Christmas music off.

"It's not about what you need Sam, it's about something you want," Gabriel snapped his fingers and reappeared laying on the table in front of Sam, hands propped on his hands while his feet slowly kicked back and forth over his butt. Sam jumped at the sudden movement.

"If I tell you something will you let me finish this? People are dying and other hunters need this information to stop whatever is out there," Sam bargained . Gabriel perked up as Sam spoke.

"I promise! Just give me one thing. And don't try to lie to me. No easy outs, I'll know. I'm not getting you more flannel," Gabriel warned him. He produced another candy cane and shook it at Sam's face.

Sam sat back in his chair and thought. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed. There wasn't really anything he wanted. Things were good for them at the moment. They had a rare calm moment and were trying to enjoy it. Sam had been going to give Gabriel some cheap answer. Now he had to think. He found his eyes drawn to Gabriel's face, so close to his own. Sam could feel his cheeks flush under the intense scrutiny. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the honey colored eyes of the trickster before him.

Before he could think enough to stop himself, Sam blurted out "You."

Gabriel raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Say what now?"

Well in for a penny and all that, Sam thought.

"All I want for Christmas is you," Sam answered. Gabriel huffed out a laugh.

"Funny kiddo," Gabriel drawled out, rolling his eyes.

Sam leaned forward in his chair and pressed his lips to Gabriel's. The angel froze. He was a statue under Sam's lips. After a moment Sam pulled back. Gabriel hadn't reacted at all and doubt began creeping in. Had all flirting just been friendly banter all this time?

"Don't play with me Sam," Gabriel warned. His teasing grin had vanished. In its place was a cautious look Sam had rarely seen.

"I'm serious Gabriel," Sam said softly. He lifted a hand to Gabriel's face, running a thumb across the angel's bottom lip.

A soft keening noise escaped Gabriel. Sam suddenly found his arms full of an enthusiastic angel kissing him back. Sam pulled the small man closer, into his lap.

Gabriel pulled back to search Sam's face. Sam smiled warmly at him, no trace of doubt or hesitation. Sam was being honest.

"Now that's a Christmas wish I can promise to make some true," Gabriel said with a saucy grin.

[just-wrting]

Prophet Woes and Angel Wins

Day 7 Prompt: Rock, Paper, Scissors

Pairing: Samandriel x Reader

Warning: Angels, Fluff, Just I’m kinda high on something, not drugs but maybe loss of sleep and another headache and bread, so this is random.

Word Count: 447

Title: Prophet Woes and Angel Wins

“Why do we need to protect this human again? Can’t they murder monsters just fine?” the angel next to Castiel asked.

Other angels murmured in agreement but the few that had met you knew the opposite. Ever since you had become a prophet, you had attracted some unwanted attention and had gotten yourself injured too many times to count.

Castiel sighed and decided to make this a little easier. “Why don’t those who don’t want to protect (Y/N) leave the room now? That way we can assign the job to someone who will actually do it.”

With Cas’ suggestion, most of the angels left the room. He wasn’t really surprised with how many left but he was a bit worried. He couldn’t be stuck babysitting you, not that it would have been a horrible thing, because he was babysitting the Winchesters.

“How shall we settle this…” one of the other angels, who Cas had a feeling was probably Gabriel being a very good costume designer right now, mused while the greasy hair fell into their face. “Since Castiel had the first idea he must have the second.”

With a deep breath, Cas could not lose his composure now, he said, “Sam and Dean always play a game called rock-paper-scissors to decide things. Why don’t we do that? Once you lose you lost your chance.”

After some grumbling, a loud and constant banging from the corner of the room, and minutes later Cas found himself guiding one of the most inexperienced angels to your door.

To say it was nerve racking, was an understatement Samandriel thought. Whenever you and he had met, it seemed as if it was at the worst times. Accidentally showing up while you were partying, or kissing, or even a few times while you were bathing. Every time, you just looked grumpy about it. That was probably what drew him to you. The fact that you had the ability to get rid of him or yell or try to harm him but you didn’t. You showed kindness.

You opened your door in your pajamas, cup of coffee in hand, and your hair all over the place. Shrugging at the two angels, which became one as soon as you shut the door, you turned around and went back to the kitchen.

“So are you my angel?” you asked peering up at Samandriel. You were happy with this arrangement since most of the other angels seemed stuck up.

“Yes. In fact I won multiple games of rock-paper-scissors for this position in your life,” he said. “I hope I can help.”

You nodded slowly and smiled into your coffee. Maybe being a prophet wasn’t that bad.

@webcricket sorry that this is so late! And I was stressed on who to do for this before a friend said to do Samandriel who is the second member of the ‘Cuties Who Did Nothing To Deserve This’ group. And the banging noise is Naomi who is supervising and just thinking “we are angels and this is what we are doing. why?” So yeah...

[fandomoniumflurry]

Better than Sex

Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean, Reader’s family

802 words

for @webcricket Supernatural Advent Challenge Day 22 Situation: Awkward family dinner. no warnings.

All heads turned and watched as Dean slapped yet another big spoonful of potatoes onto his plate. Looks of disgust, annoyance, amazement and utter bewilderment plastered on every face around the table. When Dean’s eyes lifted to look at the many gazes locked on him, he simply gave a closed lip smile that hid the ham and stuffing he had lodged in his mouth. Sam stared at his brother, the infamous bitch face locked hard on the eldest. This of course, only made you giggle before a hand slid over the taller man’s thigh to get his attention away from the pig.

Sam turned his head and smiled apologetically down at you. Your head shook with a faint grin before you leaned over to plant a kiss against his cheek. This was the first good home cooked meal Dean had had in quite a while and you thought you’d let him enjoy it even though he was embarrassing Sam on their first dinner with your family. Sam had even had a talk with his brother before they got here telling him to be on his best behavior. He should have known better than to think that Dean could act like an adult for once in his life.

Everything else had gone on without much of a hitch. Your parents seemed to like Sam and they were happy that he made you happy. They knew nothing about the hunting life Sam and his brother led and you definitely wouldn’t tell them that you helped when you weren’t at school or work. As far as they knew, he was a history teacher, an alibi you had proudly come up with yourself since your boyfriend was so smart. It was one of his traits you wanted to show off. Mostly to your younger brother who said you’ve only ever dated idiots and losers.

When dinner had first started, the silence that lingered for a little while was a bit awkward but once conversation started it flowed easily. Besides the occasional uncomfortable questions from your father or the inappropriate statements from your brother, it was all good conversation to get to know everyone. Besides Dean scooping copious amounts of potatoes into his mouth, there was nothing really embarrassing that happen. That is, until it was time for dessert.

You knew Dean’s love for pie, you knew there was a possibility that he would make things weird. You knew the way your mom baked. Her pies were the best in the county and you hoped and prayed that Dean would try and control himself. You weren’t so lucky. The minute his fork entered his mouth depositing the pie on his tongue, he let out the most obscene of moans. All forks and mouths paused around the table to gape at him. Now, to give him credit, he probably didn’t mean to make such a noise, at least not so loud. So when he realized what he had done, his face went red.

Your head hung and your hand covered your face. Sam had been worried that he would be the reason for your humiliation. And though there had been some fear that Dean would mess something up, this was the last thing either of you expected. The awkward silence fell again as everyone just stared. You were ten seconds from fleeing the country. You had brought this weirdo into their home. Maybe you should have just brought Sam.

But for a moment, a tiny sound cut through the heavy quiet. It started as a faint giggle at first, barely audible. But then it grew into a snicker. Eyes turned toward their origin and everyone was shocked to see your mother bringing her hand to cover her mouth. She finally let out a fit of laughter and before long the whole table was folding over. No one could help it, her amusement was contagious and soon even Dean was dying. Sam still seemed a bit uncomfortable but when he saw the twinkle in your eyes and heard your laughter he couldn’t help but join along.

Once you all gained control of yourself, wiping your tears and catching your breath, your mother finally spoke. “Now I see why everyone has called my pie better than sex.” There was a gasp, stunned by her words but it sent her into another fit of laughter.

You shook your head, cheeks aching from smiling and abs hurting from laughing. Sam’s head turned to you and he smiled, entangling your fingers with his. You let out a content sigh and squeezed his hand before your head came to rest on his shoulder. He placed a kiss into your hair before resting his head against yours. “Next time, we leave Dean at the Bunker.” He whispered and you both shared in the secret laugh.