#Drunk sam winchester fanfic

[hexedwinchester]

Hi! Can I request a Sam Winchester x reader with an established relationship where reader helps him deal with a hangover? (Could be in that one episode where they deal with the haunted hotel, with the little girl who's friends with her grandma's sister's ghost who ends up trying to kill her)

hello ghostlyaccurate!

Of course you can. Pasting it down here for a quick read but this is also published on AO3 if you find it easier to read it there.

AO3 link below and please do let me know if you enjoyed it. I certainly enjoyed writing it. Thank you for the request! :)

The voices are soft and muffled at first, giving you a false sense of security that you are lucid dreaming. But the next minute, the argument rise loud, snapping you out of the sleepy haze. 1:49, the clock by your bed reads the time in angry red digits. The voices grow close and loud enough for you to make out some words through the door of your motel room. Instinctively, you reach for the loaded Glock G19, stashed under your pillow for situations like this.

Bolting upright, you quietly pad to your door, placing your ear against it. On the other side, you can hear Tim, the newly appointed manager of Driftwood Motel giving out cop threats to somebody, "Sir, I'm calling the cops!"

"Whatever, man!" The huskier voice replies. You know that voice like your mother's lullaby, so you lower the gun and open the door to see Sam standing there with his hand frozen in the middle of a knock.

"Y/N, go back to sleep, I can handle this jerk. The cops are on their way." Tim beams behind Sam's broad shoulders as he stumbles in the room.

You stop Tim at the threshold. "There's no need for that, I'll handle him."

A look of confusion washes across his face followed by hurt. You guess he thinks you are going to fire him so you force a small smile for his benefit and quietly mouth the word 'boyfriend'. Tim smiles, assures you that he will take care of the cops and wishes you goodnight. Although, he doesn't leave before casting a nervous glance at Sam behind you.

You lock the door. Resting your head on the surface you take two deep breaths to calm your racing heartbeat, the smell of paint hitting you strong. Turning around, you find Sam Winchester sitting on your bed looking rather sullen and regretting his life choices.

Flipping the light switch on, you leave the Glock on the dresser next to the door and walk to the bed. Sam is drunk, you can tell even without the need to smell the alcohol on his breath. The signs are easily visible in the disheveled hair, the glassy look in his eyes and the small giggles bursting out of him.

"You're drunk." You state as a matter of fact.

He nods his head comically. "And your manager called the cops."

Completely unrelated and irrelevant and but that's what drunk people do, find weird places to connect dots.

Your lips mimick Sam's, wanting to get in on his inside joke that has him laughing like a child but you hold back. Though he has been a happy drunk based on the last two occasions that you have seen drunk, the fact that he is swimming in alcohol rings alarm bells in your head. While his older brother Dean, is known for drinking like a fish on the job, Sam is always the sober one.

Speaking of, "Where's Dean?" You ask. It's impossible to sleep through Dean's growling Impala. Clearly, Sam had come alone.

Sam shrugs but does not offer any other response. He twirls the black cord on his wrists and chews on his lips. He is nervous. Having dated him for six months now, you are aware of his little tells.

"How did you get here?"

That question bubbles another laughter from him. "Hitchhiked", he sniggers.

"Sam, you know it's dangerous right? What with yellow eyes out there hunting down the special children like you."

Six months ago, Sam and Dean rented a room for two nights at this very motel. Both Sam and you grew up with a hunter for a parent and while you got out and opened Driftwood Motel, it was disheartening to learn that Sam was sucked back into the horrible hunting business. That was also the time you learnt about your own feelings for this tall but shy, handsome guy that shared the same rebellious cause as you.

"Let him come, I'm ready." Sam boasts.

You take a seat next to him. Cupping his face in your palms, you urge him to look at you. "No, you are not, baby. Not in this condition."

The giggles vanish and a hurtful expression crosses his face. So much for being a happy drunk. His happiness barely ever lasted throughout the entire state his drunkenness and then he delved right into the dark recesses of his mind.

Tears well up in those hazel green eyes and it breaks your heart to see him hurt like that. "Sam, what happened?"

Sam didn't drink without a reason. Something had to have happened. A hunt gone wrong, a failed expedition, a sign of bad news or worst case Dean was hurt. "Is Dean alright? Are you alright?"

In both cases he nods his head. Relief courses through your veins. "Then what is it, baby?" You ask him softly, brushing away the tears running down his cheeks.

"People", he pauses to let the hiccup pass, "people always die around me." You wait for him to continue, carding your fingers through his soft hair. "Three people died today and a little girl almost drowned."

Oh Sam! He always saw deaths during a hunt as a failure on his part. This is exactly where it was going. "Sam, you can't save everyone, you know that. But at least you saved the girl."

"Barely", he scoffs. "Another minute and she would have died too. On my watch, just like Jessica and Ava. What if something happens to you? I cannot live knowing I put your life at risk."

Tears gush down his face. You lean over and pull him in a hug. He lets you. Both of you sit there in each other's embrace for a length of time.

Probably the only good thing to come out his drunken state is that he lets down his guard around you completely. You rub his back, rocking him lightly, humming an old song you often heard on the radio.

"I love you, Y/N", he mumbles in the crook of your neck stilling you in place. This is the first time Sam has said those words to you. Last few months you wondered what this would feel like, if at all it happened.

Hunting life meant no relations because it always ended up with someone getting hurt. Sam, who was surrounded by death most of his life was already scarred enough by the death of his first love: Jessica.

You were prepared that this day might never come. Sam would never utter those words again in his life. But he here was, a bit drunk but in your arms, confessing his love to you.

Did it count, if it was said in the state of drunkenness? You didn't know, but you it didn't matter. The love of your life was here with you at his most vulnerable state.

"I love you too, Sam." You whisper back, kissing the top of his head.

He swallows against your throat and delicate long fingers trail from the side of your face down to your neck. The touch sparks heat under your skin but… No. Not like this. You tell yourself. If this is drunken mistake, you don't want Sam to wake up with one of the worst regret of his life.

You close your fingers around his. Bringing them to you lips, you kiss the tips gently and then push Sam away.

He looks at you with delirious eyes."Y/N, you don't want to?" The green orbs travel down to your lips.

You laugh nervously, "Believe me, I want to. But not like this."

He pouts at you adorably but nods in agreement as a yawn breaks out of him. You twist and catch the time on the clock: 3.07. Sam being an early riser would need all the sleep he could get.

Before you can suggest he hit the sack, he shakes his head, massaging his temple. Squinting his eyes, he turns his head away from you.

"Sam?" You ask, ignoring the panic in your voice.

"Ugh!" He moans softly, digging the heel of his palm into his head. You rush to other side and pry his hand away. His face is scrunched up looks a little green to you. Oh no!

Before you can suggest, Sam bolts to where he knows the bathroom is. You are on his heels. He doesn't bother turning on the lights as he bends over the toilet bowl and vomits.

He sinks to the floor, his right arm draped around the edge of the ceramic bowl as his body empties out his stomach. You drop down next to him, pulling the strands of out his hair as he belches. Up close, the sour smell of the foul liquid makes your stomach churn too but you sit beside him, rubbing his back as the nausea rides his body into exhaustion. He vomits until there is nothing more left to throw up.

"Go away, you don't have to see this." He says between the dry heaving.

But you are not leaving him to vomit his guts out alone. "It's okay, Sam. It's okay."

He rests his head on his arm taking a couple of breaths. Then, you help him sit on the edge of the bath tub. White knuckled, he grabs onto the edge as he waits for the nausea to subside. Confident that he wouldn't collapse or anything, you take that time to flush the toilet, the air already cleaner than before.

Grabbing a glass off the sink that you use to store toothbrush, you rinse it clean and fill it up with water. "Here, wash your mouth."

Sam carefully takes the glass from your hand. Sipping the water, he sloshes it inside his mouth and spits into the toilet bowl. He repeats it a couple of times until the acrid taste of vomit is completely removed from his tongue.

"Thank you, Y/N" He say avoiding your eyes.

"Hey", you cradle his face. Kissing the pointy tip of his nose you say, "don't mention it."

You let a couple of minutes pass before you offer to walk Sam back to bed. He sways a little on his feet but you are right next to him in case the nausea hits again.

He feels heavy as he leans against you but you manage to walk him to bed. He slumps down harder than you intended but since you both come out unscathed, you consider that a win.

"C'mon now, let's get you to bed." You unzip his hoodie and shrug it off his shoulders, the sleeve snagging a bit around his cast. Next, you unbutton his shirt and catch a hint of rosy blush on his otherwise pale cheeks. You feel heat rise up to your face but keep your focus on the task, one button after another.

The shirt comes off a lot more easily than the hoodie had and you are thankful for that. The last thing you want to do is jar his arm wrapped in a cast. Sam reaches for the hem of his black t-shirt but you gently grab his wrists. "Better to leave this on. It gets cold." You explain. Well, cold for him but certainly hot for you.

Sam doesn't fight you. He is sweet like that and respectfully takes a no for an answer. You push him down on the bed gently, setting the pillow under his head. The laces on his brown boots come undone quickly and in one single tug the boots are out.

Grabbing his belongings, you place his clothes on the dresser and his shoes next to the door. Out of habit, you check the lock on the doors before turning off the lights.

On your way to the bed you grab you phone and speed dial Dean.

"Dean?" You blurt after he answers your call on the second ring.

"Y/N, tell me Sam is with you." He begs. You know Dean would be worried. You are glad you called him sooner than later. No point prolonging the man's suffering.

"Yes. Showed up drunk a couple of hours ago."

"I'm on my way." He says and you can hear the jingle of the keys in the background. "I am an hour's drive away from Driftwood."

"Dean, I know you are worried but Sam is fine. He just fell asleep." You look over at Sam's still form. "Why don't you come tomorrow morning? Preferably late morning? Breakfast is on me."

Dean sighs but doesn't argue. "Yeah, alright. As soon long as Sasquatch is okay." The line goes dead as he hangs up.

By the time you are back to the bed, you can hear Sam snoring softly. You tug the comforter over his miles long body and snuggle next to him, enjoying the warmth and the scent of pine and mint soap that is so deliciously Sam.

A cry wakes you up later in the morning. Sam is moaning next to you, seemingly trapped in a nightmare. A sheen of sweat covers his face. "Sam, baby, wake up!" You try to jostle him out of the deep sleep.

His eyes snap open, tears overflowing. He pulls you close and crushes his lips against yours. For a man that just rose from a deep sleep, his breath is surprisingly not stale. And that makes you wonder if yours is. As urgent and tempting the kiss is, you pull away a bit conscious about the morning breath and a lot more concerned about Sam's panicked awakening.

"What happened?" You ask, licking your lips, secretly savoring Sam's taste.

He looks away and shakes his head as if hoping to wring off the nightmare. "Just a nightmare, only a nightmare." He doesn't go back to sleep though, instead sits next to you with his head in his hands.

Worry gnaws you, so you grab the glass of water from the night stand and offer it to Sam. "Let me get you an Advil."

He takes the glass and lets you run to the bathroom. You find the Advil in the medicine cabinet and place one on Sam's large palm. He swallows the tablet with a glass of water.

"Baby, you are scaring me." You confess, your hand kneading his taut shoulder.

He pats your hand and flashes a smile that doesn't bring out the dimples that dent his cheeks. Turning away from you, he curls on the bed. You drape the comforter over him, crawling under it. As much as you want to spoon him, you think it's better to give him a little space.

Hours later, when you wake up, the space next to you is empty. You find Sam putting on his shoes by the door, the rumble of Impala though faint, clearly audible.

"Were you leaving without saying goodbye?" The words spill before you can stop.

Sam freezes, a hurtful expression marring his handsome face. "Y/N, no. I didn't want to disturb you. You have done enough last night." But even as says this, he seems stoic or worse, numb.

"Bullshit!"

Sam crosses the distance between the door and you. Kissing your forehead, he mumbles a 'thank you' and a hasty 'take care of yourself'. And before you know it, he is out of the door.

It's quiet inside the Impala. Dean doesn't question Sam about last night. But Sam's mind is in chaos as he mulls over the nightmare: the one he didn't tell you about, the one where he saw you pinned to the ceiling of the motel as flames engulf you.

[huggybearsunshine]

Fewer Things 8

[Part 8] Cas’ alcohol tolerance has dropped significantly, and he doesn’t know his limits.

Dean found himself hovering, for lack of a better term, as the days stretched on. He was working on cleaning the mess he made of Cas’ room as promised, but it was like his body didn’t want it to be done.

He did, however, need it to be, as sleeping next to the former Angel was proving near impossible.

And even though Dean had thought about sleeping in the movie room, he couldn’t pull himself away from the former celestial’s side long enough to seriously consider the idea. He would say it was for Cas, but he strongly felt as though that might be an excuse. So he suffered through restlessness for comfort, and that was messed up even for Dean.

Still, wakefulness gave him little reprieve either, what with Cas’ increasing confidence in pushing the limits that had been so set throughout their friendship.

And the hunter even had to admit to himself, he wasn’t really fighting him on that.

They were just little things here and there that he could brush off, but his body’s reaction was the harder part to excuse away.

“Dean?” Cas caught him staring again.

“Sorry,” he snapped the charm into place to disguise his reverie, “You were talking about Michael Angelo, I was listening…”

“Michelangelo,” Cas smirked adoringly.

“Yeah, that’s what I said,” Dean grinned back, sipping his whiskey as his eyes shone over the rim.

“It wasn’t important,” Cas’ features were soft, arm resting on the chair so that his glass hung suspended from his hand, “What were you thinking about?”

“Me?” he cleared his throat, “Was just thinking about taking a drive tomorrow… We’re low on food, and we could use a supply run if you’re interested..?”

“Very,” he leaned his head back until it rested on the back of the chair and his eyes scanned the ceiling, “We haven’t left the bunker at all since I got back… I’m not used to so much down time without an apocalypse or a hunt.��

“Yeah, well you deserve a break,” Dean took another sip to avoid the look he was getting.

“Is that what you’re doing too?” Cas wasn’t swayed so easily from the topic at hand, “Just because I’m human doesn’t mean I can’t still figh-”

“I don’t want you to,” Dean’s voice was stern but without any bite or anger.

“Ever?” the former Angel asked casually as if Dean had a right to say.

The hunter fixed him with a look, considering something for a moment to himself, “I’ll stop if you will.”

This seemed to catch Cas off guard and he straightened up in his chair a bit, “Really?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I mean, we’re basically retirement age for hunters- you especially.”

He grinned and gave a teasing wink, and Cas’ eyes scanned over him unguarded, the liquor clearly taking its toll.

“Cas, not for nothing, but the last person who looked at me like that... I got laid.”

Dean’s words ran past his mind unbidden and he was fairly certain his face was red as he downed the rest of his drink and ran a hand over his face.

“You can’t look at me like that,” the words fell out before Dean could catch them, and Cas’ head tilted in response.

“How am I looking at you?” he asked in soft curiosity.

Dean’s chest rose and fell heavily beneath his red flannel as he stared the former Angel down, “You know how.”

“Hey, there you are,” Sam rounded the corner, pausing as he took in the atmosphere of the room, “What am I interrupting?”

“Cas is drunk,” Dean grinned widely, stealing the forgotten glass from Cas’ hand to finish for him and setting his own, empty glass down on the table.

“‘M not drunk,” Cas corrected, still half-laying in his chair.

“‘Course not,” Dean’s smile lit his whole face and spread all the way to his brother’s face as well.

“You guys are ridiculous,” Sam shook his head, “We watching the uh, the thing tonight?”

“The meteor shower!” Cas announced with little physical movement, looking more and more comfortable by the second, “I forgot!”

“Well, lucky for you, I didn’t,” Dean smirked proudly, “I’ve got blankets, chairs, snacks- the whole shebang, and we’ve got about another…” he pulled out his phone, “Forty-five minutes til it starts.”

“What’s a shebang?“ Cas asked, eyeing his glass like it offended him when he found it suddenly empty.

Dean paused for a moment then looked back toward the other man, “I don’t know, but we got the whole thing!”

“It’s a civil war term,” Sam supplied off-handedly.

“Of course you know that!” Dean knocked his shoulder.

“Uh, Dean,” Sam wasn’t paying attention to him and instead looking just over his shoulder, “Might’ve overdone it on the pre-game.”

“What?” he whipped around to see Cas passed out, head tilted back and snoring lightly, “No! He was really looking forward to this!”

He ran a hand through his hair before his eyes returned to the taller of them.

“What?” the word held new meaning in its repetition as his hand dropped at the quizzical and fascinated look on his brother’s face.

“Nothing,” the other man sighed, looking away as his head shook in exasperation, “You got the room ready for him yet or is he sleeping there tonight?”

“No,” Dean’s eyes dropped, “No, I got him.”

He looked back toward the sleeping former Angel, softening as the man’s head twitched slightly and a small sound huffed out.

He approached gently, beaming before him and shaking his knee softly.

“Cas? Buddy?” his voice softened, “Come on.”

“I’m not hogging the bed, you are…” he grumbled out, and Dean’s face went red.

Fearful eyes cut toward Sam, but he was already walking toward the hallway and leaving the pair to their dance.

“Dean?” a deep, groggy voice called him back.

“Hey,” a shine returned with his attention, “Think we might have to catch the next meteor shower.”

“It’s not for another seventy years,” blue eyes saddened as they met with his.

“Maybe a different one then,” he shrugged, tapping his leg again before he rose up, “Come on.”

Cas took his hand and was tugged to his feet, stumbling a bit as he did, but Dean was there to steady him.

“I’m sorry I messed up our night,” he looked so distraught that Dean’s heart pulled in his chest.

He glanced down at his watch then back up to the hopeful, blue eyes awaiting him, “How bout this… We get some carbs in you and you manage to stay coherent for another half hour, and maybe we can see about this meteor shower after all.”

Cas’ head bobbed excitedly, pulling a laugh from deep in Dean’s chest.

“Yeah, okay, come on,” he threw an arm around him and headed them both toward the kitchen.

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[pink-sparkly-witch]

Just Like This

Summary: Working a second job in a bar to help pay for Sammy’s education, Dean finds a kindred spirit in bar manager Y/N. When a drunk Douchebag gets too handsy with her, Dean quickly jumps to her defence but faces harsh consequences.

Pairing: Bartender!Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Rating: Teen

Bingo Square: Getting Fired for @j3bingo

Warnings: tw: sexual assault (groping), fluff, angst, fighting, minor violence, Chuck is a complete and utter asshole in this, getting fired, quitting in solidarity, first kiss, friends to lovers

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Okay, it feels like an age since I’ve written anything that’s just pure floof. I hope you enjoy this fluffy, protective, besotted Dean fic. Please be kind. I’ve had my angst hat on for a long time, and though this was really refreshing, it’s also a little daunting!

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It wasn’t the best job in the world, but as part-time work went, Dean knew it could be a hell of a lot worse than this. He worked with his dad in the garage during the day and worked four nights a week and two shifts at the weekend in Shurley’s Sports Bar. His wages and tips went to his dad to help pay for Sammy’s education. Sure, the kid had a full ride to Stanford; however, he still needed to pay for accommodation after freshman year and the thousands of books he needed for his coursework. And at least this way, his dad didn’t put himself in an early grave by working all the hours God gave him. Lord knows he’d done enough of that when they were kids.

Shurley’s was a decent bar. It had a prime location between the University of Kansas campus and downtown, so it always has a steady stream of customers. It quietened during the summer when the students went home or on their travels, but the locals still made trade steady enough. The owner, Chuck, was a bit of a dick, but he barely showed his face around the place, and the other staff were decent, making it a great place to work.

“Hey, Dean,” Y/N said as she came out of the back office. Y/N was the bar manager and a great girl. They had a lot in common; both lost their mothers when they were young and looked after their younger siblings while their fathers worked three jobs to try and make ends meet. Y/N’d had to drop out of college when her father took unexpectedly sick, having to take care of him and her little sister. Now that her father had passed and her sister had a full ride to another prestigious college, Harvard, Y/N lived in the tiny apartment above the bakery where she worked four days a week and in the bar four nights a week and every Saturday night. The rest of the time, she studied part-time to finish her college education and sent every spare cent she had to her sister in Boston.

“Hey, Y/N,” he smiled at her. She was pretty, too, and Dean wasn’t afraid to admit that he had a massive crush on her. Not that anything would ever happen because she was her, and he was… well, he wasn’t good enough for a girl like that. “How are ya, sweetheart?”

“I’m good, Dean. How are you? Oh! Did you manage to get Sam’s apartment sorted?” Y/N asked, and he smiled that she’d remember such a thing.

“Yeah, it’s all good now. We managed to get the rest of the deposit together,” Dean said. “Thanks for the extra shifts, by the way.”

“Don’t mention it,” Y/N smiled. “I still can’t believe landlords can actually do that,” Y/N shook her head as she headed behind the bar and started filling the refrigerators with bottles of beer and wine to prepare for the busy Friday night shift.

“Yeah, us either. But it’s done, and he has somewhere to live,” Dean said as he put the last menus and condiment buckets on the tables. “What needs to be done next, boss?” he asked, smirking when Y/N chuckled. She hated being called that, but he seemed to be the only one she didn’t scold for it.

“I could use a hand changing over the barrels if you’ve got time?” she said, breaking up the cardboard that the bottles had been housed in.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” Dean headed into the storeroom and started shifting the beer barrels behind the bar as Y/N continued putting bottles in the fridges and replacing the almost empty spirit bottles with full ones to accommodate the busiest night of the year: Friday night football and Freshers Week.

The bar was packed with customers, the warm, sunny weather drawing even more of them in than usual, and of course, Chuck had decided tonight was a good night to show face and ‘help’, putting the staff on edge. Dean had gone with the head down and get on with it attitude, glad it was three deep at the bar so he had an excuse not to have to entertain Chuck for very long.

Y/N had been running around after Chuck all night, finding this paperwork and that invoice and the employee payroll for the past six weeks. Eventually, when he couldn’t possibly ask for anything more, she’d escaped the office, having brazenly told her boss that she was needed front of house to help serve customers.

“I swear,” she’d said as she tied her little black server’s apron around her waist, “It’s like he fucking knew tonight would be the busiest night but still came to check months old paperwork! God, that man is insufferable!”

It wasn’t often that Y/N showed her annoyance, and Dean couldn’t help but think it was cute. Though, admittedly, that could be his crush talking, her furrowed brow and tiny pout were adorable.

“What can I do to help?” he asked as she took her place behind the bar.

“I should be asking you that question!” she giggled. “What do you need me to do?”

“We could do with someone collecting and cleaning the empty glasses, if you wouldn’t mind?” he responded, smiling as she picked up a basket, cleaning spray, and a cloth before he’d finished his sentence.

“You got it,” she winked and headed onto the floor to clear and wipe the tables down. And that, Dean thought, is what makes a good boss. Someone who works with the team to achieve the same goal. Someone who isn’t afraid of stepping in to help by doing the most mundane tasks that are below their pay grade.

Y/N was a breath of fresh air for him in so many ways. She was bubbly and caring, and no matter what was thrown her way, she responded with an air of calmness and dignity that he admired.

“Hey, man. What can I get ya?” Dean asked the next patron, finally taking his eyes off the girl slowly taking over his every thought.

“Be careful,” Dean said as Y/N headed back onto the floor to clear more glasses and tables. “It’s getting rowdy out there. You know what those college boys can be like.”

“Thanks, Dean,” she smiled. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

He knew she would be. He’d seen her handling every kind of drunk customer. Still, he’d watch her closely because he was more worried than usual. The crowd tonight seemed even more enthused thanks to the local sports team playing. It still surprised him how often the female staff got touched inappropriately and had the most vulgar things said to them by too drunk and far too confident men. More than once Dean had had to step in and stop something from going too far, and he’d do it as many times as he needed to for Y/N or any of the other female staff.

Y/N managed to get around most of the bar unscathed, but there was a particularly boisterous table of men who only frequented the bar when the Chiefs played. Dean had been watching them all night because they seemed to have forgotten their age and tried to out-drink their much younger counterparts. They’d already run their mouths off to the bar staff, and now one of them in particular had their beady eye on Y/N as she moved from table to table, collecting empty glasses and bottles.

Swapping her tray out for an empty one, Y/N made her way over to their table, and the second she got close enough, the balding guy with the beady eye was quick to rear his hand back and smack her ass. Dean’s hackles rose, and he was on high alert as he watched her give the douchebag a piece of her mind. But he didn’t stop. Douchebag wrapped his arms around her waist and tried pulling her onto his lap. All the while, his douchebag little friends laughed and cheered him on like he’d won a fucking prize.

Dean saw red as he ran around the bar and strode purposely over to the group of middle-aged men amid a mid-life crisis and pulled Y/N from his hold, dragging her behind him to protect her.

“The lady told you to leave her alone. I suggest you do that,” Dean fumed, only getting angrier at Douchebag’s smirk.

“Oh, ladies and gentlemen, we have a jealous boyfriend trying to protect his girl! You know, if she were my girlfriend, I wouldn’t let her out the house wearing something so…” he paused as he leered up and down Y/N’s body, “revealing.”

“Listen, asshole, you don’t want to piss me off right now. Why don’t you and your buddies call it a night and go home? You’ve clearly had too much to drink, and we don’t take kindly to people assaulting our staff here,” Dean’s jaw was clenched, but he’d somehow managed to keep his voice steady.

“Sorry, man,” Douchebag smirked as he stood. “Just can’t help myself when I see a pretty girl showing off half her body like a Goddamn little tease. She’s asking for it, really.”

That was the last straw, and as Douchebag made one final (and unfortunately successful) attempt to get his hands on Y/N, Dean pulled his fist back and punched him square on the nose. The resounding crack as Dean broke the guy’s nose was satisfying, as were the synchronised grimacing ‘oohs’ that the audience this little corner of the bar had attracted.

“You broke my nose, asshole!” Douchebag spluttered. “I’m reporting you for assault!”

“You do that,” Y/N said, “and I’ll have you arrested, too. This whole bar and the CCTV saw you grope me twice and clearly saw me trying to get you off me! What he did,” she pointed at Dean, “was save me from being sexually assaulted!”

“Come on, man,” one of Douchebag’s friends said, patting him on the back. “Let’s get you to the hospital. It’s not worth it.”

“Damn straight it’s not!” Dean yelled. “Any way you spin this, he doesn’t win, so get the hell out and don’t come back!”

Tail between their legs, Douchebag and his friends left the bar. The second the door shut behind them, Dean was next to Y/N, checking her for injuries.

“I’m fine, Dean,” she insisted, but her eyes told a different story. The encounter had shaken her up, and Dean wanted to fix it, needed to fix it.

“No, sweetheart, you’re not. You’re–” Dean began but was interrupted by the shrill voice of Chuck.

“Winchester, my office, now! You too, Y/N.”

Seeing Y/N sitting beside him on the other side of the desk was strange. This was where she did all the paperwork, payroll, ordering, and invoicing, so to see Chuck on her chair was disconcerting. And not good.

“I don’t know what was going on out there–” Chuck began, and Dean scoffed in disbelief.

“You’re bar manager was sexually assaulted by a customer. That’s what happened!” Dean sat forward on his chair, raising his voice. He only calmed when Y/N placed her hand on his forearm.

Chuck pursed his lips at his outburst and continued speaking as if Dean hadn’t interrupted.

“I don’t know what happened, but whatever it was, sexual assault or not,” Chuck looked pointedly at Y/N before he continued. “It’s no excuse for my staff to behave violently.”

“You have got to be kidding me!” Dean fumed. “That… scumbag… touched her ass and her breasts and tried to force her into his lap! You see those bruises, right?” he asked as he pointed to the dark purple fingerprint marks on her arms.

“Inappropriate comments, slurs, even touching, is to be expected when you work in a bar–” Chuck was interrupted again, this time by Y/N.

“There are no touching policies in every strip club in the country for a reason, Chuck! You cannot expect it to be any different in a fratboy sports bar! No one should go to work expecting that being sexually assaulted is okay!”

“For God’s sake, Y/N! So what a guy touched your ass and tits! You should be flattered!”

“It was sexual assault, Chuck! That guy,” Y/N pointed behind her in the general direction of the bar, “touched me without permission, and I could have him charged! You too with how you’re behaving!”

“Oh, stop being so dramatic! I feel sorry for your boyfriend if this is how prudish you are!”

“Hey, that is–” Dean interjected, but Chuck kept talking.

“Dean, you’re fired. I cannot, and will not, allow a violent brute to work in my bar.”

“You can’t do that!” Y/N protested.

“Watch it, or you’ll be gone, too!” Chuck threatened, but Dean knew it was an empty one with her. He needed her too much. The bar would burn to the ground without her in charge.

“No need. I quit. Effective immediately. I cannot, and will not,” Y/N glared at Chuck as she repeated his words to him, “work in a place where I’m expected to be sexually harassed and assaulted and ignore it. I cannot, and will not, work for a man who fires a good person for helping someone in need.”

Standing, Y/N took off her apron and name tag and threw them on the desk. She unhooked the keys from her belt and pulled the cash box towards her, opening it and pulling out two brown envelopes, handing one to Dean and putting the other in her pocket. Once she’d locked the cash box, she tossed her keys down on the cheap metal desk with a satisfying clang.

“Really? You’re going to quit over him?” Chuck scoffed.

“Yes. Dean is worth a thousand shitty bar jobs like this one, and I’d choose him over any of them in a heartbeat,” Y/N said with her head held high. “I hope you know you’ve just lost your two best workers on the busiest night of the year. Come on, Dean. Let’s get out of this shithole.”

Dean didn’t protest. He stood up, smirked at Chuck because he just couldn’t help himself, and followed Y/N out of the bar and onto the street.

“Sweetheart, you didn’t need to do that. I’m a big boy, and I can look after myself,” Dean said after walking in silence for a few minutes.

“I know you can, and yes, I did. That was unfair and undeserved. Especially because it was my fault,” Y/N responded.

“Hey, don’t ever… it wasn’t your fault. Things like that are never the woman’s fault, you know that, right?” Dean couldn’t believe she’d ever think something like that would be her own doing.

“I know, but if I’d listened to you and let Marcus clear tables instead of me, none of this would’ve happened.”

“No. I won’t hear it. You didn’t ask to be groped by a balding douchebag going through a mid-life crisis, sweetheart. Don’t ever apologise for someone else’s wrongdoing,” he reassured her.

“So, what do we do now? We both kinda needed that job,” Y/N chuckled, but it held no humour.

“Well, I might know a guy who owns a wine bar downtown. A classy establishment, so the tips are better. And we’d be treated right,” Dean said, thinking of the bar Cas had tried to get him to work in for months.

“You have a buddy with a bar, and you chose to stay working in that shithole?” Y/N asked in disbelief. “Why? What would possess you to stay there? Willingly?”

“It wasn’t all bad,” Dean smirked. This wasn’t where he envisioned this conversation going–if it ever happened at all, that is–but the perfect opportunity had presented itself and he’d never forgive himself if he didn’t take it. “I got to see you almost every day.”

“Come on! You did not stay there for me!” Y/N scoffed, and Dean shrugged his shoulders, his lips tugging upwards in a shy smile.

“I did, actually. Can’t think of anyone better to spend so much time with.”

“Dean Winchester,” she grinned. “Are you flirting with me?” The teasing tone in her words was one he’d never heard before, and he liked it.

“Do you want me to be flirting with you?” he’d asked, needing to hear her say it before he did something stupid because he’d misread the signals.

“Yeah… I think I do,” Y/N giggled, stepping closer to him, bumping their arms together as they stepped in sync down the sidewalk.

“Yeah?” he asked, checking again because, quite frankly, she was her and he was him.

“Yeah.”

Dean stopped walking and gently grabbed her forearm to stop her from walking ahead. Feeling brave, Dean placed his hands on her cheeks and dipped his head, slowly lowering his lips to hers. Every inch closer he got, he switched his gaze between her lips and her eyes, making sure this was what she wanted.

When there was no hesitation and nowhere else to go, he closed his eyes and pressed his lips to hers. They were as soft as they always looked, softer even, and tasted as sweet as he’d imagined they would.

Y/N pressed herself closer to him with a low hum and slid her arms up his chest, resting one hand on his pec and the other curling around his neck. Dean licked her bottom lip, encouraging her to open her mouth and let him deepen their kiss.

He failed to hold back a groan when his tongue met hers, the feeling so much better than anything his mind could’ve conjured up. Dean couldn’t remember how long he’d wanted this, and now that it was happening, he knew he’d do whatever he could to keep her in his arms, just like this.

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We're All Irish Tonight

An SPN Fanfic

~Dean has been pining for Y/N for months now, and he thinks tonight might be the night things finally get going...~

Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, OCs

1344 Words

Warnings: Jealous!Dean, BAMF!Reader, Fluff. Drinking

A/N: Thought you could all use a fluffy drabble today so I banged this out for ya. Happy St Patrick's Day!

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The crowd was buzzing with faux Irish pride, only about ten percent of the patrons able to boast any actual connection to the Emerald Isle. But it didn’t matter- tonight, everyone was Irish. The bar was crowded three deep and the trio took turns wading through the sea of drunken green to wave down Chris, the bartender, and order more rounds. 

Y/N was nursing a Guinness like it was poison, but knocking back whiskies like they were the cure. 

“I hate this stuff,” she said behind a hiccup, voice carrying over the throng and across the table to Dean, who was the picture of calm with a thick, foamy mustache. “Tastes like bread!” 

He laughed and licked the head from his lips. “Then why do you keep drinking it?” he yelled back, leaning over the table to get closer to her. 

She shrugged and batted her lashes innocently. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just a dumb floosy at the bar tonight. Besides, everyone’s Irish on Saint Patty’s Day!” 

Seated between them, Sam laughed and rubbed at the back of his neck, feeling for the thousandth time like the third, unwanted wheel on a scooter. “I’ll get you something else when I get back up,” he offered, smiling sweetly at Y/N. 

She was too drunk to really care, but they were having fun. “Nah.” Pushing her chair back, she stood with the pint, downed the rest in one gulp and amazingly did not choke. 

Dean watched her in awe, his green eyes wide, his plump lips gone slack. “Damn.” 

Y/N slammed the empty glass down and cheered. “Whoo! Next one’s on me, boys!” She winked at Dean before turning to the bar and squaring her shoulders, preparing to fight through the noisy masses. 

Dean sat back, staring at her ass as she left. He rubbed his hands down his thighs and whistled with interest. “Ya know, Sammy, tonight might be the night.” 

Sam, having heard this more than a dozen times in the last two months, rolled his eyes and went diving into his beer, hoping to drown or find an escape hatch at the bottom. “Yeah, sure, Dean.” 

“What? You don’t think it’ll happen? Tonight is perfect. Drinks, music, tons of people.” Dean smiled to himself, thinking of the prospects. “Maybe we’ll go for a walk later, find a quiet spot… yada yada… see what happens.” 

There was no help at the bottom of his glass, just a fishbowl view of the grimey table. Sam sighed. “Sure. Just like last week and the week before and that time in Oswego when you were so sure you were gonna hook up. Give it up, Dean. She’s not into you.” 

Dean took it all to heart and slumped down in his chair, crossing his arms. He pouted and then scoffed. “What do you know anyway?” 

Up at the bar, Y/N was waiting for the pints to be drawn, and she herself had drawn some attention from a group of fratboys in various shades of green. One in particular, a blond with pretty blue eyes, was leaning in pretty close, the stench of whiskey and weed on his breath. 

“Come on, baby,” he cooed, pressing himself against Y/N’s shoulder. “You gotta let me pinch you.” 

She spun and lay a playful looking hand on his shoulder while actually pushing him back a step. “Really? And why’s that?” 

He laughed. “Ya ain’t wearin’ green!” 

Y/N licked her lips and gave him another shove backwards. “How do you know?” 

The man ran his hand down her back and moved in again. “I don’t see nothing green on ya, sweetheart.” 

She reeled him in a little closer, whispering. “Well, maybe you just can’t see it over my clothes…”

He sucked in a quick breath through puckered lips and went for it, nearly tumbling over her for a kiss. 

The crack of Y/N’s palm against his cheek rang through the bar like a lightning strike. 

Dean’s head popped up and his eyes narrowed. In an instant, he was at the bar, shoving people aside to get to Y/N.. 

She was standing in the middle of a crowd of morons, one hand on her hip, the other wagging through the air. 

“Don’t you fucking touch a lady without her permission,” she snapped, glaring up at the boy like the Headmistress of a boarding school. 

Blondie got smart and sneered. “I don’t see a lady here,” he barked, arms wide open, looking for a fight. Her handprint bloomed like a rose on his cheek. 

Dean unclenched his fists and his jaw. “Hey! She said back up, buddy.” 

“Who you calling ‘buddy’, pal?” 

“I ain’t your pal,” Dean spat. “And you best take your candy-ass out of here before I paint your other cheek.” 

Dean stepped in, the fratboy countered. Y/N cocked a brow, watching the display. 

The asshole backed down. “Eh, she ain’t worth it anyway.” 

Dean’s shoulders relaxed, but Y/N did not. Stepping between them, she cracked her fist against his other jaw, nearly knocking him over. 

“I am too worth it, ya jackass!”

Sadly, Chris had no choice but to kick Y/N out of the bar, and Dean found her moments later, walking towards home in the chilly night air. Her arms were wrapped around her middle and she walked slowly, kicking at the sidewalk. 

Dean shrugged off his jacket and hung it over her shoulders, startling her a bit. 

“Oh! Hey…” 

He smiled and stepped in front of her to close the top button lest the jacket fall off. She looked terribly small and precious in his oversized coat; too precious to be walking home alone by herself. 

“Ya left without us,” he said, hoping to get a laugh. 

She sighed instead. “Yeah, well… I didn’t want to ruin your night out. Not anymore than I already did, anyway.” 

Dean laughed. “Ruin? Are you kidding me? Watching you beat the crap out of that guy was the highlight of the evening. Hell, of the week.” He turned and slung his arm around her, enjoying the closeness. 

“He really was being a dick. You didn’t see but he was a little grabby…” 

Dean skidded to a halt. “I’ll fuckin’ kill him…” 

“No, no!” Y/N laughed and grabbed his flannel, turning him towards her again. “I was very impressed how you came to my rescue like that.” 

He bit his lip, gazed down with hope in his eyes. “Y/N, if I know anything about you, it’s that you don’t need rescuing. But still, if he comes near you again, I will stab him in the throat.” 

Another laugh knocked her head back and Dean couldn’t stand it any longer. Without a plan, without a thought, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. The moment was brief but not without the shock of truth and they both gasped when space lengthened between them. 

“You… kissed me.” Her eyes were wet and her skin was flushed. Her fingers curled tighter around his flannel. 

He blushed, licked his lip, dipped his chin. “I did, yeah.” 

Stunned, she hung there for a long moment, eyes caressing his face, unable find any words at all. 

Dean grew anxious and cleared his throat. “You’re thinkin’ about laying me out like you did that asshole, aren’t you?”

Slowly, she shook her head and smiled. “Actually, I was thinking about kissing you back…” 

Their lips met under the streetlight, with the noise from the bar lost in the background. Dean wrapped his arms around her, keeping her close while she slipped her tongue between his lips, tasting, exploring, begging for more. 

When she let him go, he looked down, awed and drunk and happy for the first time in a long time. 

“Well, I guess today is lucky after all,” he whispered. 

Y/N shook her head, laughing gently. “You’re not Irish, Dean.” 

He inhaled deeply, pulling in the memory of the moment as his arms tightened around her. “Baby, tonight, we’re all Irish.” 

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⋆˚࿔ the red means i love you 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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Welcome, dear ones.

This is my very first fanfic. I haven't dared to upload it for ages. I know it's really grotty and very short, but maybe some of you will like it after all.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to read it.

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Pairing : Sam Winchester x fem!OC

Theme : They meet at a Halloween party. Each trapped in their own nightmare. But as brief and inconspicuous as this first encounter may be, it will shake their entire world.

Warnings : Nothing really. Just mention of blood at the very beginning. Oh, and the consumption of alcohol.

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Blood.

That was all she saw. What she smelled, what she felt.

Blood and the reflection of herself in a broken motel mirror.

Her breathing was rapid and intermittent. Her thoughts a hurricane of fear and hopelessness.

Her heartbeat louder than any scream. But she remained silent.

Breathe in. Breathe out. The red veil slowly lifted. Her vision became clearer. Tears on her cheeks. Hot sadness on her cold face.

But it was not she herself she was mourning. It was not she herself who made her pause. It was not she herself who would break her heart.

Images flickered before her inner eye. Halloween. Four years ago.

A party. Drunk students. Laughter. Skimpy costumes and that smell of regret that permeated every corner of the house like fog.

She had only wanted to do her sister a favor. Just wanting to be the good little sister. To be there for an hour, invisible. Then back home again. Back alone with herself.

An hour, Jade had said, laughed and strutted off.

Click clack, click clack. Jade's black high heels on gleaming white tiles. Then Jade's hand on a boy's arm, her laughter. Clear and bright. It looked so incredibly light. Living and being happy. Belonging and being brave.

She stared at her red plastic cup. The drink was almost a beautiful color. It made her think of her mother's eyes. Warm brown, flecked with gold.

One sip.

Burning in the throat. Cough. Tears in her eyes.

She didn't know where from, but nevertheless and all of a sudden she knew that from that moment on, nothing would ever be the same again. That it would be this very evening on Halloween when her world would be irrevocably turned upside down forever.

Driven by this inner restlessness, she wandered through the house, her fingers running over the row of pictures hanging on the walls. Smile. Christmas. Vacations. The start of school. A whole life in the small wooden frame. A whole, perfectly privileged life.

She went upstairs without knowing why. Maybe she wanted to get away from all the noise, all the fake smiles and this overwhelming cheerfulness.

It was quieter on the upper floor. The bass only reached her ears in a muffled voice. Her gaze remained fixed on the wall. Lemon yellow. The color almost threatened to suffocate her.

She nudged the next door a little. Just like that.

The door swung open quietly.

To call this room a reading room would have been an understatement. Books were lined up close together on floor-to-ceiling shelves and she breathed in. The scent of new and old books suddenly filled her whole being. Her heartbeat calmed down. And a warmth spread through her that she had been searching for so painfully.

"You seem to be more fond of books than people!"S A voice. Deep and yet clear and so infinitely warm-hearted that even before she turned around, even before she saw his face, she knew that this boy would save her.

"I am Sam. And you are?"

Saved.

"Ophelia!"

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[mirajaneswritingshenanigans]

Closure

Fandom(s): Supernatural

Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Past!Reader

Summary: A vamp case leads the boys two towns over from Jody’s hometown. Dean gets a case of deja vu when they ask the friend of the victim what they saw. The moment he hears a familiar voice the past comes flooding back.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this fanfic. The writers, directors, producers, and the CW network own the characters, I am simply borrowing them for this Fanfic.

A/N: Y/N-Your Name. This is a repost from 2018. I had deleted, although I don’t remember the reason. But, I’ve decided to bring it back.

Warning(s): Out of character moments? Heartbreak. Dean getting angry.

Word Count: 3,476

Dean couldn’t help the feeling of Déjà Vu he was experiencing as he walked silently next to Sam. They got word of a case two towns over from where Jody lives. From what Sam said it was a vampire problem. Dean’s brows furrowed as he tried to figure out why he would have this feeling. The two of them were currently walking towards the front door of a house. Earlier in the day they questioned the town officers of the most recent attack. They gave them the information about the victim and what they knew of the attack and also gave the boys an address. The address belonged to a friend of the victim.

Sam knocked on the door when they reached it. Dean turned away to look at the yard. “Dean?” He immediately recognized the voice and turned to face them. It hit him hard on why he knew this place. Old memories and feelings resurfacing. “Hey, Y/N.” Dean said nervously. “You’re kidding, right?” Your voice now laced with anger and pain. “Um, you two know each other?” Sam questioned with a puzzled expression. “I wish we didn’t.” You looked away from Dean to Sam. Completely missing the hurt expression Dean wore when you said that. Though he couldn’t blame you for how you reacted. He remembered he didn’t say goodbye five years ago. Never even picked up the phone during those years to let you know how sorry he was. Never even explained why he left the way he did.

“You must be Sammy. Dean told me a lot about you when we did know each other. Care to explain what you two are doing here?” You stepped outside, closing the door behind you. You weren’t in the mood to invite either one of them into your house. You gestured to the table and chairs that were setup on the porch. They followed your lead as you took a seat at the table. “We’re here because we heard what happened to your friend. We’d like to hear what happened that night from you.” Sam stated nervously. Dean sat quietly not saying a word. He focused on his hands in his lap instead. You glanced to Dean and sighed. Sam could see the conflict of feelings in your expression. “You won’t believe me if I tell you.” You turned your focus back to Sam.

“Try me.” Sam stated calmly. “All right. It happened two nights ago. We were walking home from the bar. They were drunk, I was sober. I had the feeling that we were being followed. I mentioned it to them. They told me to stop being paranoid.” You spoke quietly. Recalling the nightmarish scene in your mind. “This guy came out of nowhere. His teeth weren’t normal. They attacked my friend. I tried to fight them off. When I realized I couldn’t, I ran to the closest house like a coward. The house happened to be a cop’s house. He was off duty but called it in.” Your voiced cracked towards the end.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Dean finally spoke. You glanced over to Dean. He looked back at you. Sam looked back and forth between the two of you. “I’m going to give the two of you a moment. I’ll be in the car.” Sam said as he stood up. Leaving you alone with Dean. Not exactly what you had planned for today. Dean was the last person you had ever expected on your doorstep.

“Why’d you do it?” You asked. Several emotions flooding you at once. Dean looked down to his hands. He knew he needed to explain everything to you. “Dean, I swear to God. If you aren’t going to talk, you need to leave.” Your voice was cruel as you began to stand. “Wait.” Dean grabbed your wrist. “Like I did for the last five years?” Tears began to blur your vision. “I left because I had to deal with something.” Dean explained. “You couldn’t even call me? Tell me that you left and aren’t even coming back?” You yanked your wrist away from him. He had no idea the pain he caused when he suddenly left without an explanation or even saying goodbye.

“Right now. You’re explanation is the vaguest thing I’ve ever heard.” You choked out. “My time was running out okay? You and I had the best three years together back then. I won’t ever forget that. You were the best thing I ever experienced.” Dean stated, his voice cracking. “What the hell do you mean you’re time was running out?” You asked coldly. “Cross Roads Demon. Ever heard of the legend behind those?” Dean asked impatiently. “Of course I have. I’ve seen it in books and movies, and the Folklore class I took in college covered it also. Those are supposed to be legends.” You stated flatly. “Sweetheart, they aren’t just legends. They’re real. Sammy and I know from personal experience.” Dean began to explain.

You looked over to the impala. Sam was sitting in the passenger seat. Your heart ached when your mind began to flood with memories. The times Dean would take you on late night drives when you both couldn’t sleep. His music blaring as he drove down roads less traveled. You sighed sadly and turned back to Dean. “Monsters are real?” You asked softly. You felt fear creeping up on you. You knew that was a normal reaction. You did have an open mind but you didn’t expect to be this accepting of his truth or the truth of monsters.

“Yes. Sammy and I hunt those monsters. We really got into the business when our dad disappeared.” Dean said. You stood next to your chair, wrapping your arms around yourself for comfort. “It’s a family thing?” You questioned. “Yeah. At least for us it is.” Dean looked down to his hands again. You sat down again and glanced to the impala. Sam waved awkwardly when you made eye contact. You waved back just as awkwardly.

“Do you believe me?” Dean asked so softly he thought you couldn’t hear him. “On one hand I just want to slap you hard and call you a liar. Tell you that I never want to see your stupidly attractive face again. On the other hand I can see the truth in your eyes. You’re eyes tell me that I can believe you. What happened two nights ago says I can believe you.” You told him. Dean couldn’t speak. “Dean, a part of me still loves you.” You confessed. Dean looked up and into your eyes. He saw several emotions flash through your eyes. “My life is too dangerous. I shouldn’t have gotten involved in the first place. I can never have the apple pie life that I talked about all those years ago. I can never have you, not again. It’s too big of a risk.” His heart sank as he spoke.

He stood up quickly and handed you a card. “We’re going to solve this case and leave again.” Dean said. He couldn’t even look at you as he spoke. He knew if he did, he would break. “Goodbye, Y/N.” Dean choked out as he began to walk away. “Goodbye, Dean.” You said softly, your voice filled with pain. You looked down to the card. It had Sam’s name and number on it. The fact that Dean didn’t leave his number stung. A tear dropped onto the card.  You dropped the card on the table. You set your elbows on the table and rested your face in your hands. You couldn’t stop the sobs that began to escape.

Dean’s heart ached as he heard your sobs. He was only two feet down your walkway when you began to sob. He fought the urge to turn around and comfort you. He walked silently to his impala. He made the mistake of looking back when he reached the impala. His heart ached even more at the sight before him. You were still sitting at the table. Your arms were crossed on top the table now. Your face resting on them. He couldn’t hear your sobs anymore but he could tell by the way your shoulders shook that you hadn’t stopped. “I’m sorry.” He whispered sadly before getting in the car.

The car ride was silent. Sam was surprised that music wasn’t even playing as he stared out the window. Dean took them back to the motel they were staying at. Castiel popped up after an hour. “You called?” Castiel questioned. Sam’s brows furrowed when Castiel asked that. “I did. I need a favor Cas.” Dean stated. Sam raised a brow at Dean. “Okay?” Cas sat down on one of the beds. “I need you to wipe me from Y/N’s memory.” Dean choked out.

“Whoa, wait a minute. They should be able to make that decision.” Sam said quickly. “Dean, I agree.” Cas looked to Sam. “You didn’t see them today. You didn’t see the damage I caused by showing up.” Dean’s voice rose. “Dean, that doesn’t give you the right.” Sam stated sadly. Dean stood up quickly and threw his beer at the wall. “I was head over heels for them. In fact the moment I heard their voice, EVERYTHING came flooding back. The feelings, the memories, EVERYTHING!” Dean yelled, his voice cracking. Cas looked over to Sam, not knowing what to do.

“It may hurt right now, Dean, but you should hold onto those memories.” Cas stated kindly. “Why, so I can long for a life without them?” Dean’s voice was laced with anger. Anger that the pain of seeing you sob had brought on. “No. The way I see it, is you now have a bigger reason to rid the world of monsters.” Cas explained calmly. Dean let his words sink in and he knew Cas was right. Dean sat back down. “Let’s just solve this case. Make this place safer for them.” Dean stated. “So, get this. When I did some investigating online. I found out there is an abandoned house a mile away from the most recent attack site. I think that may be where the vampire nest is.” Sam pointed out to Cas and Dean.

Dean grabbed his coat and keys. “Let’s go kill some vamps.” He said as he walked out the door. “Do I ride along or do the Angel thing and pop myself over?” Cas asked curiously. “Ride with us.” Sam said as he led the way out of the room. During the car ride the three of them went over the plans of attack.

“The drive way is one half mile long. I think we should park at the end of it. That way the impala doesn’t give us away.” Sam said. “That sounds like a good idea.” Cas pointed out. Dean nodded but didn’t say a word. “Y/N was lucky enough to get away that night.” Cas said after Sam filled him in on the current events. “That’s not how they feel.” Dean deadpanned. “Survivor’s guilt?” Cas questioned. Dean began to slow the impala as the driveway of the abandoned house came into view. He didn’t want to talk about you anymore. He needed to focus. Focus on making your town a safer place. Making your life a safer place. He wouldn’t be able to do that if his mind was distracted with how you felt and are feeling.

Dean parked the impala and quietly got out of the car. He popped the trunk. Sam followed him to the trunk. Dean looked around for several of his favorite machetes and long knives. “Cas, you know how to kill a vamp?” Sam questioned. “Yes, cut the head off.” Cas stated proudly. Mainly proud of the fact that he knew the answer. Not proud of the fact that he has to kill. “All right. Let’s get this over with.” Dean stated. “Hold up.” Sam said. He reached into his back pocket because his phone was vibrating. “Hello?” He questioned. Dean watched Sam’s eyes widen and his face go pale. “Cas, pop over to Y/N’s house. NOW!” Sam ordered.

Dean’s heart dropped when Cas disappeared. “We need to get these vamps now!” Sam began to run towards the house. Leaving no room for Dean to argue. Dean followed Sam. Dean and Sam jumped into action the moment they made it to the house. Between the two of them they killed nine vampires. Dean was holding a tenth one in a head lock. “How many of you are there?” Sam asked angrily. “I’m the last.” Dean tightened his grip when the words left the vamp’s mouth. “You’re lying.” Dean growled out.

“Fine. There is one more. Went after the one that got away.” The vamp gasped out. Dean let go and pushed the vamp towards Sam. In a swift move Sam cut the vamp’s head off. Sam felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He immediately reached for it and answered quickly. “Cas?” Sam questioned. “That’s fantastic.” Sam sighed in relief before hanging up. “Cas made it in time. Y/N isn’t injured, only shaken. Cas is helping her clean up the mess he made when he cut off the vamp’s head.” Sam told Dean. Relief flooded his entire system at Sam’s words.

Dean glanced to the corner where a kerosene lantern was lit. He noticed a bottle of kerosene beside it. He walked over to the bottle and the lantern, grabbing both items. He began to empty out the bottle around the room he stood in with Sam. The moment Sam understood what Dean was doing he walked out of the house. When the bottle was emptied he threw it into the house. After doing that he threw the lit lantern into the house too. Right on the kerosene trail he made. The trail quickly went up in flames.

After about ten minutes the entire house was engulfed in flames. Dean turned away from the house and began to make his way towards the impala. Sam silently walking beside him. The town was safer now. No more vampires would be bothering anyone ever again. Dean blared his music once they made it back to the impala. He drove quickly to the motel room. He didn’t even want to drive to your house. He just couldn’t bring himself to do that, no matter how badly he wanted to see you right now. He had a plan when he got to the motel.

When they pulled up to the motel room they saw Cas waiting by the door. “Cas, how are they?” Dean immediately asked. “They were sleeping when I left.” Cas stated. “That’s good.” Dean said as he walked towards the door. He let Cas into the room first. “They were hiding in the closet when I got to the house.” Cas said as he sat on one of the beds. “They called my phone the moment they heard their door crash open. They were upstairs at the time.” Sam told Dean. Dean sat across the table from Sam. He was currently writing something on a sheet of paper. “Nothing happened to them though?” Dean looked up to Cas. “No. The vampire was taunting them to come out. But they stayed quiet and hidden. He was about to open the closet when I showed up. I cut his head off before he even touched the closet doorknob.” Cas stated.

“Good.” Dean turned his attention back to the paper. “They told me to send their thanks.” Cas told Sam. Sam nodded. “Well, I guess we can leave first thing in the morning.” Sam said as he stood up. “Yeah.” Dean muttered. “We’ll head back to Bobby’s in the morning.” Dean stated as he folded the paper. Sam took off his shoes and settled into his bed. Exhaustion taking over the moment he lied down. “Cas, I want you to take this to Y/N’s. Make sure it’s the first thing they see when they wake. Understood?” Dean’s voice was filled with urgency. Cas nodded in agreement and disappeared. Dean took off his shoes and walked over to his bed. He sighed heavily as he pulled the blankets back before lying down. He fell into a heavy sleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

You startled awake the next morning. The events of the past few days flooding your mind. You knew nightmares would be a thing for awhile. You sighed and looked over to your alarm clock. Your brows furrowed when the time was blocked by a sheet of paper. You threw your feet over the side of the bed and reached for the paper. Slowly unfolding it. A lump formed in your throat as you recognized Dean’s handwriting.

Dear Y/N,

I regret saying that I should never have gotten involved in the first place. That was harsh and untrue. I don’t regret nor will I ever regret spending those years together. I will forever wish that you were with me once again. But as I stated before, it is too high of a risk. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I’d lost you. Or if you got killed under my protection. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t still love you. I know what I said before may have been harsh. I just can’t take the risk of losing you. I’ll always remember the good times.

My favorite memory will always be our first late night drive. The one where we sped down that dirt road that had a beautiful scenery. You know exactly which one I speak of. It was your favorite place because you could see the stars clearly. That night you were sitting on the door, holding tightly to baby. The wind flowing through your hair. Of course I slowed baby down to thirty miles an hour. I remember glancing over and seeing pure happiness on your face. You whooped loudly before sitting back down in the passenger seat. Your hair was a mess as you gave me a huge smile. Then we both began to sing off key to your favorite song just because we could.

I regret the day I left without a word. I could tell when I saw you that I did a lot of damage by doing so. I hope one day you can forgive me. Even if I won’t forgive myself. Seeing you again made all the feelings and memories come flooding back at once. Memories I had thought were long forgotten. I hope that you will find love again, as much as it pains me to say that. I just want you to be happy, even if that happiness doesn’t include me.

The vamps have been taken care of. Your town and you are safe once again. I’d say keep in touch but that seems like a bad idea. Even though I want it so badly to be that way. Maybe one day I can retire from this life. That seems like only a dream. Until then I will continue to keep the world safe from the things that go bump in the night. Keeping you safe.

Now. This is my final goodbye. I wish it didn’t have to be this way. I want to keep you safe and it seems this is the only way. If you ever need someone call Sheriff Jody Mills. She’s a hunter too. I’m sorry it has to be this way. I hope this will bring closure to the wound I caused five years ago. I love you, Y/N. I hope one day you will be the happy person I knew you to be, again. Goodbye.

Love Forever Dean Winchester.

You silently folded the letter and held it close to your heart. Tears steadily streamed down your face. “I will forever love you too.” You whispered sadly as your head hung low. Unbeknownst to you Cas stood in front of you. Using his Angel grace to hide his presence. He had listened to you read the letter aloud to yourself. His heart clenching at the words being said. He now understood why Dean was so upset. He didn’t know the full story but he got the gist of it.

Cas sighed heavily as he popped up in the back seat of the impala. Dean glanced into the rear view mirror. “She got your letter.” Cas stated. Dean nodded as he kept his eyes on the road. Sam glanced over to Dean and then to Cas. Sam hoped that one day Dean would tell him what went on between the two of you. Dean turned up the music as he continued down the road. The three of them heading for Bobby’s place. “Goodbye.” Dean whispered when they passed the sign that announced they were leaving the town. He didn’t look back like he wanted to. Instead he continued on.

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western au fic recs part 1

i have loads of these but i've decided to re-read them all before reccomending them. idk how many parts there will be of this but probably at least another 2 and one for ficlets! anyway hiii have fun and pls let me know how you find them!!! i also left comments because idk how to shut up!

Vagabonds by chevrolangels [89k]

Dean is a sheriff in a tiny town in Colorado, restless and unsatisfied with his life. It's not like what he's read about in the dime novels since he was little, capturing dangerous outlaws and being the last word of the law. More like tossing the town drunk in a cell to sober up when they get a little too rowdy. But Dean's chance comes when a thief rolls through their town. He pursues the thief, which puts him right into the path of Emmanuel, a notorious outlaw. When he is captured by the outlaw and his gang to be held for ransom, Dean starts off on a journey he could have never envisioned, and learns that perhaps there's more to Emmanuel than meets the eye.

i reread this the other day and if you didn't already see my posts let me say i lost my damn mind all over again. the pacing and characterisation in this fic are perfect. it's a delicious slowburn, the action is amazing, and also as someone who has a hard time handling angst, this fic is the perfect level for me. the end makes me cry because i never wanna finish it. the stories of the side-characters are just as enthralling as dean and cas. i could read a million one-shots based on this fic. i'd probably say it's my favourite fic, period.

The Shawnee Trail by emmbrancsxx0 [166k]

In 1887, Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak lead a peaceful life in Lawrence, Kansas. Dean and Sam are stagecoach messengers for Wells, Fargo and Castiel is the town doctor. When Castiel's patient, Kelly Kline, knocks on their door one night about to give birth, she asks for the Winchesters and Castiel's help in protecting her son against one of the west's most notorious outlaws. To fulfill that promise, the men set out on a journey full of shootouts, trouble with the law, gambling, and an important discovery: Dean and Castiel really need to define the nature of their relationship.

okay to everyone asking which fic i was talking about when i posted "fics that make you pace around your room at midnight while sobbing", i was talking about this. this fic felt like a movie, it felt like i was living it, like i was riding with them. the storytelling is unbelievably vivid. i was hanging on to the "angst with a happy ending" tag for dear life. this fic is a rollercoaster of an adventure and a wonderfully moving ode to the western genre. it's truly one of those fics where you finish it and you can't believe this is supernatural fanfic and not a critically acclaimed piece of literature.

Lonesome Rider by onwardorange [67k]

Dean Winchester, better known as the “Lonesome Rider” throughout the Wild West, spends his days galavanting from town to town, drinking, dancing, and flirting his way into people’s beds. He’s got no responsibilities and no direction in life; it’s just him, his beloved horse, Baby, and the open road. And that’s just the way Dean likes it𑁋or so he tells himself. That is, until the day Sam falls deathly ill. When nothing is able to cure him, Dean makes a desperate deal to save Sam’s life that puts his own on the line. Enter Castiel Novak, a small town preacher in possession of the Colt, a gun rumored to be able to kill just about anything as well as the one thing that could save Dean’s life. When the gun is stolen by a gang of infamous outlaws, Dean and Castiel must travel across the West together to get it back, though what they discover between themselves along the way may turn out to be more powerful than the Colt itself.

this fic was so sweet and full of heart that it actually left me breathless in places. the way dean and cas bickering was written was so s spot on. hurt/comfort that will blow your cock and balls straight off. and the pining!!!! oh the pining!!! something about this story is like a warm hug and i just didn't wanna put it down. also the constellation scene and certain recurring themes to do with it. *dies*

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Day 15: Cornelia Street, Sam Winchester

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Fanfic, fem!reader

Follows pilot episode, fluff, slight angst

Word count: 4177

Tw: mentions of alcohol/being drunk, slight pilot divergence. Azazel is a little bitch. Mention/description of violence and blood, but nothing too severe. Stanford!Sam my darling <3

Summary: In which you buy your first house with Sam. However, domestic bliss seems to fade quickly when his brother shows up in your home one night, ranting about their father missing.

s1 sam has my heart pls bring him back

“We were in the backseat Drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar.”

The best feeling after a long night of partying and drinking, was the drunken serenity that was the backseat of a cab. All noise of the night simply faded away. It was peaceful; quiet. Something so beautiful about it.

Beside you, Sam was giggling to himself, clinging to your hand constantly. He hadn’t heard you utter an address to the cab driver, nor had he picked up on your tiny grin. He was lost in his own world. You smiled at him, holding his hand up and placing a kiss on it to draw his attention. A happy grin was thrown your way as Sam shuffled on the backseat, seating himself closer to you as he rested his head on your shoulder.

“‘M proud of you, baby.” You whispered, referring to his earlier test results, and his talk with a law firm.

Sam mumbled something under his breath. Something that you could decipher as “You’re beautiful.” Yes, he was completely gone. You knew that fourth drink hadn’t been a smart decision for him.

Houses flew past you as the car moved through streets and roads, the lights of street lanterns illuminating your face occasionally. Sam’s eyes stared out the window, silent realization dawning upon him.

“This isn’t the way home.”

“"I rent a place on Cornelia Street" I say casually in the car.”

You smiled at him, stroking his hair gently. You grabbed a key from your jacket's pocket, placing it on his lap slowly. In his drunken state, he was still able to pick up on the gesture. Toying with the key, his fingers fell over the keychain.

“I bought a place for us,” You spoke up. “We have been talking about it for ages, and we won’t get anywhere with our tacky apartment.”

It was true; You and Sam had been living together for a couple of months now, but everything in your apartment seemed to degrade with time. First, it was the lights, then it was the heating, and now you kept receiving brown water. You both knew buying a new place would be cheaper than fixing your current one.

A look of disbelief crossed over Sam’s features as he stared at you. His eyebrows furrowed together, his eyes squinted, his hair unkempt, a sliver of a smile on his lips. Despite the awful smell of alcohol on his breath, he looked adorable.

“What?” He mustered out.

“It was supposed to be a gift for tonight, but I kind of forgot after all the drinking.” You explained, grinning sheepishly. “Suprise…”

“We were a fresh page on the desk Filling in the blanks as we go As if the street lights pointed in an arrowhead Leading us home.”

After that, the house became a home soon enough. Before the first month was even over, the entirety of the living room and kitchen had been decorated. Even your bedroom has been done. Little boxes were still stacked in the hall, but none that were terribly in the way.

Sam had been clingier than you were used to. Ever since the move, he had been following you around like a lost puppy, helping you with the littlest things, such as giving the toothbrushes a place. The first week the only breakfast you had was in bed, and nearly every night, a warm bathtub was ready for you.

Sam had insisted on paying back half of the home, but you refused, claiming it had been a gift for him. Perhaps that had been why he was following you around constantly. It was his way of returning the favor.

The place was in a calm neighborhood, granting Sam the peace he needed to study. Sunny days were spent in the garden. During the rainy hours, you were snuggled up on the couch together. His nose in a book as your head lay in his lap, aimlessly zapping through tv stations.

It was something so domestic, you hadn’t expected to share it with Sam that soon. But you were glad you did.

“And I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends I'd never walk Cornelia Street again That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend I'd never walk Cornelia Street again.”

But the honeymoon avenue faded quickly. Too quick for your liking.

You had lain in bed peacefully, your back against Sam’s chest as he clung to your waist. His hands occasionally tugged on your stomach as he dreamt, his head in the crook of your neck. His breath tickling your neck could lull you to sleep at any time. But something was wrong this time. You knew it.

A loud thump was heard from downstairs. Your initial thought was that one of the boxes had fallen over. They tended to do that often. But when a silent sling of curses followed it, you were positive someone was downstairs.

Immediately turning in Sam’s arm, you whispered his name urgently. But he remained asleep.

“Sam,” You repeated, now poking his cheek. That seemed to wake him up.

“Mmh?” Came his groggy response. You had almost felt guilty for waking him. But when another thud echoed through the house, anxiety settled back in. Sam heard it too.

From his nightstand, he grabbed a gun. How that had gotten there, you would have to ask him later. Now, you were simply grateful he had it. Standing up swiftly, Sam neared the door, his footsteps near silent. You immediately followed him.

“And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name And baby, I'm so terrified of if you ever walk away I'd never walk Cornelia Street again.”

“Fucking boxes everywhere,” Another curse came as the door opened. Sam held his hand out to you, pushing you back slightly, keeping you out of sight from the hall. Your phone clung in your hand, ready to call 911 would the situation arise.

Sam got the gun off of safety, aiming it slowly as he stepped forward. Anxiously, you patted behind him, keeping your footsteps as silent as possible. As your boyfriend turned the corner, something jumped him. The gun fell out of his hold, a panicked shriek escaping your mouth almost instantly.

Idiotically enough, your first thought was not to call. It was to grab the vase next to you and knock it against the attacker. As the pair struggled on the floor, you raised the object, before colliding it with the back of the attacker’s head. It didn’t break as you had hoped, but it seemed to do the trick.

“Get back!” Sam warned, urging you to run into the bathroom. You obeyed him immediately, locking the door behind you. From the window above the door, you could see the light turn on. Silence filled the air, and for a second you were worried something happened to Sam. That is when his voice sounded.

“Dean?”

“I'd never walk Cornelia Street again.”

Now, that was a name you knew. You never met Dean, but you knew it was Sam’s brother. He talked about him often enough.

Slowly unlocking the door, you peeked out, your phone now opened at the emergency number. One click on the button and you could call. But when Sam did not seem to reach for the gun on the floor, you figured you were safe.

“Hey, Sammy.” Came Dean’s voice, his body now rising from the floor, his hand shooting to the back of his head. His eyes met yours, and in response, you walked closer to Sam, the hold on your phone now tight enough to smother it.

“What are you doing here? Why didn’t you knock?”

“I wanted to see if you still had it,” The older Winchester objected, hissing as he withdrew his hands. “Do you have a towel for me?”

You merely pointed towards the bathroom, letting him find it on its own. He seemed to understand you, and wandered to the room you had hidden in only seconds prior.

“How did you even find me? I moved here three weeks ago.”

“I searched Sam Winchester in the phone book after I noticed you weren’t in your old apartment.” He meekly pointed out, grabbing a white towel to hold to his head. If you had known him better, you would have scolded him for not using the black one. But you were still in too much of a shock.

“Windows swung right open, autumn air Jacket 'round my shoulders is yours.”

“That’s your girlfriend?” He mused, pointing to you. Sam squeezed his eyes together at his brother’s statement, and placed himself in front of you slightly.

“What are you doing here?”

Dean’s eyes shifted from yours to Sam’s, sighing deeply. “I think it’d be better to discuss it amongst four eyes.”

You couldn’t have agreed more. You had already taken a step from Sam when he grabbed your arm gently, halting you.

“No,” He rejected. “Whatever you can say to me, you can say to her.”

Dean remained silent for a moment, visibly contemplating his words. But as his eyes fell back on yours, he exhaled, throwing his head back.

“Dad’s on a hunt. And he hasn’t been home in a couple of days.”

No visible sign of distress seemed to wash over Sam’s face, and you were nearly confused. Dean continued to talk as you slowly kneeled to the floor, grabbing the gun that had still been laying there, safety off. Carefully, you clicked it back on, placing it on top of the tiny desk beside you.

The longer they talked, the more desperate Dean became. And the more you knew, you were going to lose Sam.

“We bless the rains on Cornelia Street Memorize the creaks in the floor.”

That same night he had his bag packed. His brother was waiting in the car outside. It had all happened so fast. You weren’t even sure how to respond anymore. Sure, you were concerned for his father, but from what you heard from Sam, he hadn’t been the best guy.

“I will call you when I get into a motel, okay?” Sam spoke softly, wrapping his arms around you as he pulled you into his frame. His head bowed down as he placed a kiss on top of your head.

Your hands found the back of his shirt, tugging on it gently. “Come back Monday?” You whispered into his chest.

“Promise,” He agreed, parting from you slightly, placing his lips against yours in a loving manner.

You kissed him back with equal fervor. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him closer, your hands finding the ends of his hair, tugging on them lightly. His hands settled on your hips, pulling you flush against him again, his kisses becoming more urgent.

Before you got carried away, you broke from him, showing him a fake, but believable smile.

“I’ll miss you,” You mumbled, grabbing his hands.

“I’ll be back before you know it.”

A final kiss was placed on your lips, before he walked out of the door, offering you a final wave. You had stood in that doorway minutes after the car left, secretly hoping Sam would make up his mind.

But he didn’t. He would stay away for the next couple of days.

“Back when we were card sharks, playing games I thought you were leading me on I packed my bags, left Cornelia Street Before you even knew I was gone.”

After the call from the motel, you barely heard anything from him. No text, no note, no letter. It was as if he had completely forgotten you. You had never doubted your relationship with Sam, but he seemed to go with his brother too easily. You hadn’t even met the guy once, and you knew Sam for at least two years now. Perhaps all he needed was that little nudge to his family.

And that wasn’t bad. Not at all. If anything, you had encouraged him to get in contact with his father again. But you figured you could have at least left with them. Or perhaps get more than a wave and a goodbye. But as the minutes turned into hours, insecurities began to bubble up, and the urge to call him every second became unbearable.

You had spent your nights downstairs on the couch, hoping to hear him the second he got back home. He promised to be back by Monday. It was Sunday night, and he had yet to call. He should have been back by now, right?

“But then you called, showed your hand I turned around before I hit the tunnel Sat on the roof, you and I.”

You had skipped school that Monday, staying home in case Sam would show up. Now, worry began to settle in your stomach. Perhaps something had happened? A car crash? Maybe they found his father and the worst-case scenario happened. And you were worrying about him not loving you? Guilt seeped through your veins at that thought.

It was 9 PM. You had yet to eat dinner. You had ordered fries, but they were turning cold on the coffee table in front of you. The news on the tv filled the room, but you weren’t paying attention. Your eyes were on your phone the entire time. Hoping for some kind of light. Anything, at this point.

Outside, you could hear the rumbling of a car slowing down, before coming to a halt in front of your door.

You shot up immediately, wrapping your cardigan around you tighter, before running up to the door. Through the tiny window, you were able to make out his frame. A sudden jump in your heart occurred, and you found yourself inhaling sharply upon the feeling. You had missed him more than you care to admit.

“I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends I'd never walk Cornelia Street again That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend I'd never walk Cornelia Street again.”

Before he could even find the key in his pocket, the door opened before him. Your hair disheveled, your posture tired. But you smiled immediately upon seeing him.

“Baby,” He sighed relieved, the events of the past couple of days finally fleeting his memory. His bag dropped to the floor as he walked up to you, wrapping two arms around you tightly, squeezing you lovingly.

Your hands fell upon his chest, clinging to the material of his shirt, as you so often did with his hugs. The scent of his cologne had faded significantly, but it was still there. Hidden, but not faded. Upon the realization, you took a step back, taking in his full figure. A cut was sitting on his left eyebrow, and a bruise began to form below it.

“What happened?” You whispered, already reaching up to touch it gently. “Are you okay?”

“I am now,” Sam reassured, reaching down to grab his bag again. “It’s cold.”

Nodding in agreement, you stepped back, giving Sam room to walk. He looked behind him shortly, sending a wave towards his brother, who took off driving.

“And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name And baby, I'm so terrified of if you ever walk away I'd never walk Cornelia Street again.”

The pillows and blankets covering the couch were the first things Sam noticed as he walked into the living room. As he walked closer to it, he found your phone sitting on its charger on top of the biggest pillow. It did not take long for him to connect the dots.

“Did you sleep here?”

You stared at the makeshift bed, shaking your head lightly. “Not yet.”

“Not yet?” His figure walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as his head rested on your shoulders. Almost melting in his hold, your hand found his, resting them on your stomach as your head leaned against his.

“It was getting late, but you’d promised to be home today.” You eventually confessed.

“I'd never walk Cornelia Street again.”

His head rose from your shoulder at those words, his eyes glued to the couch. “You were going to sleep on there?”

He turned you around in his arms, staring down at you with sympathy and remorse. “Baby, you knew I’d always come home, right?”

Forming your lips in a thin line, you nodded at him. Of course, you knew he’d come home. You weren’t stupid. Yes, you had held your insecurities and hesitations, but regardless of Sam’s heart and decisions, you knew he’d show up at your doorstep again. But having him leave for three full days after seeing him every day was something you had wished you were more prepared for.

But you were not going to tell him all of that. Instead, you spoke: “I knew you’d let me sleep if I was upstairs.”

A tiny smile appeared on your boyfriend’s face, his eyes crinkling slightly.

“You know me too well.” He mumbled, pressing his lips against yours as his hands slowly raised to the small of your back. You reciprocated the quick kiss, your hands grasping his biceps to remain your balance.

“‘M glad you’re home,” You muttered against his lips, a smile finally growing on your face.

“I love you.”

“You hold my hand on the street Walk me back to that apartment Years ago, we were just inside.”

That was the last peaceful moment you’d remember for a long time. That same night, you had moved your stuff back to the bedroom. Sam had been unpacking his own stuff there, occasionally helping you with the sheets and pillows.

You were standing in the bathroom, brushing your teeth, when you noticed something strange behind you through the mirror. Spitting out the toothpaste, you adjusted your toothbrush in your hand. Everything hurts if you poke someone in the eye. And ever since Dean had shown up, you became paranoid at night, frightened someone might be watching you, standing elsewhere in your house.

As you turned around, you came face to face with an older man, his eyes glowing yellow. Letting out a panicked yelp, you dropped the toothbrush. The thought of stabbing someone was entertaining; not so much the practice of it.

“Sam!” You shouted, already running into the bedroom. Your boyfriend shot up from his place on the floor, grabbing your shoulders to steady you, his eyes staring intently into yours.

“What’s wro-”

“There’s a man in our bathroom!”

Alarms seemed to immediately ring in his head. Before you could even ask him where he had grabbed it from so quickly, Sam drew his gun, pulling the safety off, and standing in front of you.

“Hiya, Sammy.”

“Barefoot in the kitchen Sacred new beginnings That became my religion, listen.”

The man from the bathroom grinned, an eerie ambiance filling the room all of a sudden. “My, have you grown.”

“Get out of my house.” The Winchester warned, his gun still drawn. The man’s smile fell, his face morphing into a sneer, his eyes now set on you. As he had done with Dean, the boy reached behind him, forcing you behind him completely.

“What a beautiful distraction you have there,” The man went on, though no longer friendly. Without a second of hesitation, Sam shot the man in the leg. But he didn’t budge. He didn’t even seem to be bothered by it. He simply chuckled.

“We cannot allow for distractions to happen.”

Suddenly, your feet were lifted off the floor. One last hopeless look was thrown Sam’s way as your body flew through the hall, colliding with the wall harshly before falling down the stairs. A sharp pain climbed up your spine upon the impact.

“I hope I never lose you I'd never walk Cornelia Street again Oh, never again.”

Jolting awake, you reached for the knife under your pillow, holding it up towards the place the man had stood. But he was gone. And the lights weren’t on either. You weren’t in the hall.

Your heart beat rapidly, your breathing labored as something - or someone - stirred beside you. Slowly, you had begun to realize it had been a dream. A nasty memory. The man you now knew to be the demon Azazel. The house you had left the day after that, leaving with Dean and Sam. It was the only safe solution.

Now, you found yourself in your bedroom in the bunker. It was dark, but a slight luminescence fell from under the door; you were able to make out certain shapes.

“Baby?” A tired mumble came from beside you, an arm lazily landing on top of your lap, as if to test if you were still there.

“Sorry,” You muttered, lowering the knife, but still staring around the room in distrust. “Bad dream.”

Subconsciously, your free hand reached toward your lower back, your fingers brushing the faded scar; still visible, but no longer red, as it used to be for months. A sharp pain shot up through your spine, your shoulder blades reaching back to get rid of it.

A second one brushed over yours, reaching the scar. It was bigger, more calloused, but soothing. “Your back?”

You hummed in response, letting Sam grab the knife from your hand and place it on his nightstand. Carefully, he wrapped a second arm around your waist, leaving his hand to reach the back of your head. Then, he lowered you back into bed, rubbing your back soothingly.

“It’s not as bad now,” You tried to justify, but your efforts seemed in vain.

“And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name And baby, I'm so terrified of if you ever walk away I'd never walk Cornelia Street again.”

It was a miracle you were still able to walk after the incident, let alone still feel your legs. Psychogenic pains still happened from time to time, but they could only be described as a sore back these days. None as extreme as the pain used to be.

You were grateful for it, but after nights like these, you wished all the pains would just leave permanently.

Sam’s hand resumed to massage your lower back, pushing your shirt up slightly. His other hand rested against your stomach, pulling you closer to him. Sighing in exhaustion, you leaned into his touch, letting your head fall back against his chest.

Looking up slightly, you smiled at him. And even through dimmed lights, Sam could see. That same goofy grin appeared on his face as he leaned down, placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

“I'd never walk Cornelia Street again.”

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart.” He mused, resting his chin on top of your head.

The movements on your back did not cease, and in all honesty; you did not wish for them to stop. They were too soothing for that. Yet, you could not find peace easily. As you closed your eyes, those same haunting yellow eyes flew in front of you.

It was not that you were terrified of Azazel. Perhaps you once had been. The first year you left with the Winchesters. But the more demons you encountered throughout your life, the less frightened you grew of them. And the more you realized that that was all Azazel has ever been: A demon.

But the last memories you held in that house you grew to adore in such a short time were all bad. From Sam leaving to Azazel showing up. You wished you had parted on better terms. Secretly, you wished you had never left that house. But you wouldn’t tell Sam that. He seemed happy with his brother. And you grew to love his brother as well.

“I don't wanna lose you, hope it never ends I'd never walk Cornelia Street again I don't wanna lose you.”

Swallowing harshly, you grabbed Sam’s hand, squeezing it once. At least you still had him.

“I love you,” You whispered through the calm air. A soft chuckle was heard from behind you, the rumbling of Sam’s chest carrying itself through your body.

“I love you too.”

Silence. Again. You were tired, but could not bring yourself to sleep. It happened often after those dreams. You knew it would take some time, but you’d eventually be able to close your eyes. But for now, the question lay heavier on your tongue than ever.

“Will we ever have our own place again?” You asked hesitantly.

Sam’s hands halted momentarily, visibly pondering over his answers. If you had asked him if he wanted to, he would have said yes in a heartbeat. But with your lives now, everyone and everything hunting you: It seemed too difficult. You knew this, yet always held hope.

“We will,” He ultimately concluded. “One day, there will be a period of peace again, and we will find that house.”

His lips pressed against the top of your head, kissing it lovingly.

“Promise.”

“"I rent a place on Cornelia Street" I say casually in the car.”

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Criminal Minds Fanfic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)   

He Was Left on the Steps of the FBI in a Basket by schrijverr - Rated T

Maybe not a basket, but sixteen-year-old Dr. Spencer Reid suddenly shows up at FBI headquarters claiming that his mother has been kidnapped. The BAU isn’t certain first, but the case he sets them on proves to be an interesting one, wherein they get to know the young doctor until he’s practically family. 

Shuffle the Odds by schrijverr - Rated T

Spencer is a Vegas boy, who's game is poker, no matter what others might believe. The team slowly catches onto it.

Following Spencer from when he started at the BAU till season 7 with poker as red thread.

Dr. Spencer Reid's First Case by boredom - Rated T

Derek Morgan wasn't sure he trusted Gideon's judgement. After all, who allows a 23 year old who can't even pass the academy's physical exam to become a field agent? Luckily for him, Reid is about to prove just how competent (and badass) he can be.

Trigger warnings: blood, violence, mentions of school shootings, death, lack of respect towards people suffering from mental illness, and other things you would normally find in a Criminal Minds episode.

Bite Your Tongue (Choke Yourself To Sleep) by drspencerreid - Rated G

reid tipped his head back and leaned it on the shoulder behind him, making it look like he was just putting on a show. he whispered, "i swear to god if you hold what i'm about to do against me, i'm sending garcia the baby pictures your mother gave me."

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or the one in which spencer has to go undercover in a club and his friends are far too smug

Gotta Live Before We Get Older (Nothing To Lose) by drspencerreid - Rated G

the silence that followed in the next few seconds was eventually broken by prentiss loudly exclaiming, "i'm sorry, what was that?"

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or the one in which spencer surprises everyone with his view on tattoos

The Times They Forget by Ena2705 - Rated G

Spencer Reid is a genius, anyone can tell you that. But sometimes people forget that his head wasn’t always buried in books, and there was a time when he did something other than catch serial killers. 

These Are My Friends (I Love Them) by drspencerreid - Rated G

"as much as i have enjoyed learning all these new sides to the kid, i should start going too. i'm very slightly starting to get old, and i really shouldn't have tested it with all those shots."

"very slightly starting to?" spencer repeated. "rossi, i think you surpassed that like sixty years ago."

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or the one in which spencer gets drunk and honest

Dumb and Ditzy by TimelessTears - Rated T

AU. Years of being bullied for his smarts left him dreading when people figured out he was a genius. What better way to throw them off then by acting stupid? Enter: Dumb Blond Spencer Reid. 

Supernatural:

Monsters in Your Closet by AlbusCorvus - Rated G

Series: 2 Works

When Castiel goes on a hunt alone and is caught by a particular FBI team, the brothers do something they never thought they’d have to. They kidnap SSA Spencer Reid to make an exchange. But being kidnapped by delusional serial killers is nothing like Spencer thought it would be. 

Monsters are Real by WhiskyBoys - Rated T

'Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.' Stephen King.

The kid sitting in the interview room swings on the rear legs of his chair, throws back his head, and at the top of his lungs, sings a painfully off-key version of 'Wanted Dead or Alive'. Hotch looks at Morgan with one eye-brow arched in question. "You think he's your unsub?"

No Difference by The_Bookkeeper - Rated T

Derek has been in a lot of bad situations. This one easily makes the top five. Or would, if Dean and Sam Winchester were actually acting like the sadistic psychopaths he expected them to be. Instead, Dean is referencing Star Trek, Sam is comforting Reid, and Derek has never been more confused.

Batman:

How... Did I Get Here? by PurpleMango - Rated T

Spencer Reid gets transported universes, happens along Batman, and ends up with a job as the resident quirky profiler to the Bat Family

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supernatural s9e8 rock and a hard place (w. jenny klein)

i had to go look up the dragon episode because i couldn't remember if there were actually dragons. right, dragons that conveniently are human shaped LOL and i've definitely read that wiki article before. brain refuses to retain it 😂

same sam, same.

DEAN You're sick. SAM No, I'm not sick. I'm just, um -- I feel like my battery can't recharge.

*staring at dean*

okay i was like aww these are some sweet hugs, lemme get screenshots. then when i did i'm like. why is sam grimacing, why is dean glaring, what is happening here lol

reminds me of some temple buildings i've seen in documentaries about the FLDS cult.

just putting a cut to make these posts less annoying

LOL the wide eyed earnest but also completely not-earnest face making me laugh. oh padalecki

DEAN "The A.P.U."? BONNIE Our chastity group... "Abstinence Purifies Us." SAM Oh.

stop making these faces lol i'll never get through this episode

SAM W-wow. You mind if we sit in on that, maybe see if it's for us? BONNIE I'm afraid it's members only. I'm sorry, but it can get pretty personal. SAM Then count us in.

it's like the tumblr post going around about fanfic is putting your guy in situations. this is a very cracky fanfic ~situation~.

SAM "Purity pledge"? BONNIE It's a commitment to your virginity. DEAN I don't think we can really un-ring that bell. You know what I mean? BONNIE [A little taken aback] Oh. I see. Well... If you just ask for God's forgiveness for your sins and make a new vow of chastity, well, then, you'll be born again as a virgin in his eyes. DEAN So, you just hit the "virginity do-over" button, and all is good with the man upstairs? BONNIE [Looking shocked] It's not a button. And...this isn't just a piece of paper. I mean, this is your clean slate, your chance to be a virgin until marriage. DEAN Well, you had me at "clean slate". Let's do this.

BONNIE Congratulations, Sam and Dean Winchester. You are both virgins. SAM and DEAN Ah.

a) you're such a ham, jackles b) no fake names and aren't they a teeny bit concerned what we know with actual gods and such about signing something like this that they're gonna break?

bracing myself for this chastity group meeting scene. sex scenes can hit weird awkward embarrassed buttons (dunno if it's a me thing or an ace thing) so whatever dean's about to do, just hope to not expire from embarrassment.

(also would like to point out i have no problems reading sex in fic, which i do frequently and enjoy it, but there's something about actually seeing [and hearing but mostly seeing] my faves that freaks me out)

meanwhile we got meeting leader lady here who is like. 90s era supermodel gorgeous. but we'll make her ~casual~ and ~chaste~ in a green hoodie.

SAM Well, I guess because every woman I've...ever... had relations with, uh...it...hasn't ended well.

LOL cute nod to the trope

i get that this whole situation IS the point but it would have been a lot simpler to just pretend to be virgins :P

DEAN Uh, hard to say, exactly. Yeah. Sex has always felt -- I don't know -- good, you know? I mean, really, really good. Uh...But, uh... Sometimes, it just makes you feel bad, you know? You're drunk. You shack up. Then, it's the whole morning thing. You know, "Hey, that was fun." And then, "adios," you know? Always the "adios." But, you know, when you get down to it, what's the big deal, right? I mean, sure, there's the touching and the feeling all of each other, my hands everywhere, tracing every inch of her body, the two of us moving together, pressing and pulling... Grinding. [All the women start shift uncomfortably.] Then you hit that sweet spot, and everything just builds and builds and builds until it all just... [DEAN makes a exploding noise. TAMMY crushes her paper with the written verse in her lap.] [SAM gives DEAN the bitchface and clears his throat again.] DEAN Yeah. Uh...But the whole thing was just a little too, uh...sticky. So, uh, I got my "V" card back. [slaps his leg] The end.

appreciate the person who transcribed this episode used bitchface to describe that. i hope people out there enjoyed hearing dean say that. i had to pause about 5 times to make it through :p

DEAN [walking up *grinning*] Guess who's taking the teacher home. [gives a straight face] Research. SAM You really think you're gonna hit that? Dean, she's the chastity counselor.

LOL okay so breaking the pledge gets the dragons-not-dragons after you? so now dean is putting himself and the lady at risk?

DEAN Not now, Kato.

wiki says this which seems... unlikely to me (and different spelling, kato is in the captions too):

Dean: Not now, Cato. "Not now, Cato" is a reference to Inspector Clouseau and his manservant Cato Fong from the 1976 film The Pink Panther Strikes Again.

i assumed he meant kato kaelin but i still don't understand the reference. maybe it's been too long since the trial, my internal record is: kato kaelin, oj simpson trial, guest house, blond

making the church ladies horny was already a lot but now i gotta watch him put the cheesy moves on this lady too 😩 ah cockblocked by the crying. is she also a bad lady? like the last time he had sex

JODY You know, for being born again today, you sure look like crap. SAM Wait a second. Did you...get -- JODY Born again? SAM Yeah. JODY Oh, Sam. I don't make promises I can't keep.

super cute

JODY It's just...I enjoy church. I mean, after...after Bobby, Crowley...I needed something that made sense to me -- you know, comfort, I guess. SAM Yeah, I guess we're all looking for that. JODY Except those that got it. [SAM looks puzzled.] JODY Come on. You and Dean? That's something special, don't you think?

lol okay, jody ships it. what a funny thing to say. she knows what a mess their lives are, at least in broad strokes. but anyway they know we'll eat that up with a spoon. please outsider pov, tell me more about sam and dean's relationship 🤗 while sam squirms under the microscope

well that explains the hair and makeup and overall bombshell-ness

okay, cockblock lifted, i'm clearly not getting through this today. back tomorrow. gotta figure out a more efficient way of doing this :S (keeping your trap shut, duh)

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Saturday, November 18th

BUFFY: Are you okay? JOYCE: I'm fine. Have you seen my conditioner? BUFFY: Did you look under the sink? Joyce realizes that's where it is and goes to retrieve it. BUFFY: Where are you going? JOYCE: Oh, I was hoping to put this off but... you know the nothing that I've been dealing with the last couple of weeks? It might not be nothing. BUFFY: What is it? JOYCE: I'm staying overnight at the hospital for observation. I'm getting a CAT scan. Buffy doesn't know what to say. Joyce is quick to reassure her. JOYCE: It's only one night and they say even if there is something, it's still very early if they didn't see it before. I'm going to be fine. Buffy puts on a brave smile for her mother's sake. BUFFY: I know you will.

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Of Prophecies and True Love’s Kiss by UltramarineOrchid (Buffy/Angel, G)

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Lost and Found, Chapter 5 by SpiderQuinn (Buffy & Sam Winchester, Supernatural crossover, T)

Her Old Fashioned Boy, Chapter 15 by Bobbie23 (Giles/Jenny, T)

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Every Rose, Chapter 3 by sunalso (Buffy/Spike, E)

Breathe Again, Chapter 11 by Califi62 (Angel/Cordelia, M)

Stepping on Butterflies, Chapter 19 by melodys_muse (Buffy/Angel, T)

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Fates Intertwined: A Second Chance, Chapter 5 by Spikelover4ever (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Leaving the Dead Man's Party, Chapter 1 by rkm (Buffy/Spike, R)

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All of my WIPs are for bang events so can't be shared, so I'll be using the stories already posted.

Everything's Fine: Dear Mr. Winchester, Congratulations! You have been selected as Mr. Novak’s new personal assistant. We would like to extend a job offer to begin on January 3 with a starting salary of $45,000 per year. We will also be offering relocation expenses.

So Help Me, Rhonda: Crowley sighed over his fifth Malibu sunset. He supposed that was the advantage of being a demon; he could drink as much as he wanted and never actually get drunk. No pesky hangovers, no impaired judgment.

Don't Shut Me Down: Mr. Dean Winchester requests the honour of your presence at the marriage of his son, Jack, to Ms. Amber Elle Adler on the sixth of June, 1995 at three o’clock, Nazarene Church, Lebanon.

Mr. Bullwinkle: It was never a good thing when Melissa Chambers showed up in Sam’s office. It was usually worse when she had a child with her.

(I Died) So I Could Haunt You: BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. Dean groaned and whacked the alarm clock. 5:30 AM, as intended. Early enough that the maids wouldn’t be coming around and he could slip out without being noticed. The motel was crappy, all stained and cracked, to the point where Dean hadn’t even thought about getting out of his clothes to sleep in the wrinkled bedsheets. It was the same as any other crappy motel he’d stayed in, but somehow a million times worse with no one to share it with.

The Shadow of Mount Seelie: “It’ll be a fresh start, for you and Emma. You can leave all this behind you. Mount Seelie’s obscure enough no one will find you, and the people are nice enough.”

What He Always Wanted: It’s not working. The bottle is mostly empty, and Sam knows if he stands up he’ll just fall over, but he’s still not numb. He still can’t block it out. He’s still aching and bleeding and he just wants it to stop. (Mind the tags on this one, it's super dark.)

Basic Instincts: “Run, Cas.” The bitch runs. The last order given was to run, just after she put its coat on and took it out the door. It understands orders, understands it has to obey. That’s what the bitch does, it obeys. It presents to be fucked, it walks around to keep its legs strong, it eats the bad food it’s given, it keeps itself clean so he’ll want it.

Can't Help Myself: The one rule about college was that as soon as you thought a week couldn’t get any worse, it absolutely did.

Fairy Tales Are Full of Sh*t: “With true love’s kiss, the spell was broken and Sleeping Beauty woke up. The rest of the castle did as well, and there was much rejoicing. Sleeping Beauty and the Prince were married that same day. And they lived happily ever after. The end.” Jimmy closed the book and smiled at Claire. “And now it’s time for you to sleep, little princess.”

Tagging @tweetthang96, @diannaphantom27, @coolnerdyrn, and @kittensmctavish

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Emily Fanfic Masterlist

This is a list of fanfiction I've written in which Emily is a main/major character.

Camping 101- You know that infamous 2017 camping trip that August insisted required double-checking all the supplies on the list for because they left the tent at home that year? Yeah. This is that.

Don't Cry- AU where, instead of dying, Emily ran away with Geri

Family Matters- AU in which Emily left her family behind shortly after August was born and showed up 15 years later.

Don't Get (A)Head of Yourself- Cordell and Emily are taking a couples camping trip. Things don't go exactly to plan.

Just Like That, Everything Changes- On April 18th, Cordell Walker’s life is turned upside down when he learns his beloved wife is the serial killer he’s been investigating. Everything is changing and he feels powerless to stop it. He just wants to feel normal again and keep his kids safe. Is that too much to ask?

Missing You- A short little exploration of a wortld in which Cordell died instead of Emily

Wildest Dreams- (tw for rape/non-con) This wasn’t normal. Cordell wasn’t like this. Cordell was always soft and gentle with her, even during the times she gave him permission to get a little rough. It was like he was a different person. “Cordi- Cordi, stop. That’s enough. I-I’m not-” Part 5 of Henry Winchester 'Verse

Foundlings- The driver of the car was long gone as far as he could see, but that wasn’t the most concerning part. Nor was the thick envelope that felt stuffed with paper. No, the most concerning part was the two children left sleeping in the backseat.

Things Don't Have To Be Good To Be Good- Ruby escaped the Winchesters just before they could kill her. Many years later, she's a loving mother and wife known as Emily Walker. No one knows her secret, not even her husband. Until now…..

An Unhappy Reunion- Takes place during 2x01 "In My Time of Dying". Sam calls Cordell and asks him to come to the hospital. Emily insists on tagging along to keep the peace. When she finds out how far John is willing to go to save Dean, she tries to find a better way. Things don't go according to plan. Part 3 of Henry Winchester 'Verse

Play Dangerous Games, Win Dangerous "Prizes"- One morning, Cordell Walker is found dead in a ditch as a result of what it believed to be a drunk driving accident. No one who knows Cordell believes this and when Emily gets an email from her deceased husband, it only confirms her suspicions.

Something strange is afoot in Austin and our band of merry heroes are determined to uncover it. Will their efforts be worthwhile? Or are they destined to meet a terrible fate?

Sometimes All You Need is a Miracle- Emily finds a lost dog while wandering the ranch. When returning him to his owner, she finds a new glimmer of hope in her dark world

Of Love And Honor- Cordell is the knight assigned to Princess Emily's personal protection. They were never meant to fall in love, but they do.

At The Fair- Cordell, Emily, Geri, and Hoyt usually had to keep things under wraps. But they could have plenty of fun out and about at the local fair.

In Another World- What would've happened if Cordell and Geri had been the ones to die? Would Hoyt and Emily have found their way to each other? What would that have looked like?

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Because Mothers Ask Those Questions

Because Mothers Ask Those Questions https://ift.tt/0L729lV by spn-fanfic-reblog-writes (Lmrb19) Celebrating Castiel’s birthday with a game night and drinking. A drunken Mary Winchester always asks Dean the most embarrassing questions which Cas finds endearing and hilarious. Words: 395, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, Charlie Bradbury, Dorothy Baum, Mary Winchester Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Game Night, Cards Against Humanity, Castiel’s Birthday, drunken mary Winchester, everyone is kind of drunk, Sam Winchester Saves Dean Winchester, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, No beta all mistakes our own via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/Br1NWuK August 19, 2023 at 10:16PM