#I just feel the need to spread the word about Sam's interests they don't get a huge amount of narrative focus

[kerryweaverlesbian]

What's your favourite *drumroll*...

Also which one do you pledge right now to include in some way in your next faneork that includes Sam. I hope it's gators.

[mlmmetalhead]

Closeted Ethan hcs.

Male reader

sfw & nsfw (divided)

A/n: what was supposed to be a couple of hcs turned into a story of sorts, with headcanons following. This is a mess, but I hope you'll enjoy it.

FEM ALIGNED DNI

SFW

He never really as much though of not being straight.

It's more like he never really was attracted to any girls, but got into a relationship or two because of peer pressure. It never worked out in the end, of course. The girls were never satisfied with what he was able to give them.

He felt guilty, really, he did. Didn't know what was wrong, tried to watch some of those pick up gurus on social media, but all the advice seemed pointless.

He did have crushes on boys throughout his life, but never knew they were crushes. Everyone feels like that sometimes, right?

And then he met Y/n.

A cute, selfless, interesting to talk to guy. He was also pretty open about his sexuality, and Ethan supported him!

They weren't best friends per se, but they hung out a lot when the group was together, and enjoyed talking to to each other.

The time they spent together felt great. Even if it wasn't anything crazy, just going to get coffee or something, Ethan always felt amazing in those moments, no matter how short they were.

It was only when Y/n got a boyfriend, something changed.

Jim. An another film major. Arrogant, loud, self-centred, oh, why did Y/n even choose someone like him? They didn't belong together at all!

And the worst thing is, whenever they went somewhere with the group, that annoying guy started going with them!

Everyone seemed to like him a lot. Ethan couldn't understand it even if he tried. There was absolutely nothing to like about him!

So Landry almost stopped hanging out with his friends, at least when Y/n and Jim were there.

The theme came up at a movie party at Sam and Tara's. Y/n and his boyfriend already left, to which Ethan breathed out in relief.

"Why do you hate their relationship so much?" Tara turned to him, eating what was left of the popcorn.

"What? I don't hate it! It's... I don't care. They can do whatever they want." Landry crossed his arms on his chest in defence.

"He suddenly became homophobic when Y/n actually got a boyfriend." Anika giggled.

"Nah, more like he's jealous." Mindy chimed in.

"What? Don't be ridiculous, I'm not jealous!" Ethan almost shouted with offence clearly painted on his features.

"Oooh, you totally are!" Tara laughed.

"Okay, you're being irrational here. Who am I even jealous of? Y/n? Why would I be?"

"You're not jealous of Y/n, you're jealous because of him!" Mindy exclaimed.

Ethan opened his mouth to respond, but found his words stuck in his throat. He sat there for a minute, and then got up to leave.

"I need to think this through." He explained, putting his jacket on.

"The closet is made out of glass!" Anika shouted when the door closed behind him.

That took a LONG time thinking through. I mean not like a day or two, but more like a couple of months.

Through all this time Ethan made an effort to shield himself from any interactions with L/n. He didn't need more sexuality crisis then what was going on currently.

But alas, he was pulled out to a party by Chad, of course he was. No words could convince the guy to let him stay.

"You've been alone rotting by yourself for the longest time, we need to find you at least someone!"

And that's how he got here. Sitting in someone's backyard with music blasting from the house. He was lucky no one was shagging here, that's for sure.

"Hey E! Didn't know you were here, too!"

With dread spreading through his chest, Ethan looked up to see the very guy he was trying to avoid this whole time smiling at him, just walked out of the house.

"Yeah. I didn't want to come." Landry looked away, trying to look like the bushes were the most interesting thing in the world.

"...hey, I'm sorry, okay? Can- can you tell me what happened, please? What did I do?" Y/n's sorry voice rang in the cool spring air, making Landry's heart almost stop.

"What are you talking about?"

"I mean, everything was great, we had chemistry or something, and then you suddenly just... Stop talking to me. Without an explanation or anything. What happened, E? I really... I really liked what we had, y'know? I want to try and bring that back."

A silence fell upon the two as Ethan tried to think of a plausible answer.

"You didn't do anything, it's a me problem. I still like you, Y/n."

L/n smiled faintly. "Well, what's the problem then? Maybe I can help you... Figure it out?"

Landry shifted in his place, awkwardly coughing in his fist, as faint red dust covered his cheeks. "Isn't your boyfriend gonna be worried about where you are? Maybe you should check on him."

"Who, Jim? Oh, we broke up a couple of weeks ago."

"Really?" Shit, that sounded a lot more enthusiastic then Ethan was ready for

"Yeah, I don't even know why, his initiative."

"Oh, I'm..." Landry tried to compose himself, and not let the for some reason wildly beating heart take over, "I'm so... Really sorry, Y/n. That must've been awful."

L/n shrugged at that. "I got over it pretty quickly. We didn't exactly have a deep connection or anything like that."

Ethan couldn't stop his hands from fidgeting when he finally got the courage to open his mouth. "Okay, I will tell you what my problem is, if you promise not to laugh! Or tell anyone!"

"I promise." Y/n had a serious expression on his face, despite the slight smile still lingering on his lips.

Landry took a deep breath before continuing: "I think... I might... I might prefer boys over girls."

An another round of silence ensued, making Ethan sweat from nervousness.

"Oh dude that's... That's awesome. I'm so happy for you." Y/n took him in for a hug, leaving Ethan startled for a moment. "Sorry for being so selfish but did you... Did you realize because of me?"

Landry gulped. "I... Possibly? I don't know how I feel about you, but when you were with Jim I felt... Weird."

"There's only one way to find out."

"Wh- what do you mean, exactly?" Ethan could feel a mix of worry and excitement creep up his back again.

"I think you know what I mean." Y/n said in a low voice, leaning closer to his face. "Kiss me, man."

That didn't take much convincing.

The kiss felt sweet and a little awkward, Ethan wasn't a very experienced kisser, but all he lacked was made up by Y/n.

After that party, they started talking again, with more sweet talk implemented.

The word 'boyfriends' scared Landry a little, and even if everyone around them called them just that, he didn't want to use it.

But Y/n didn't mind, he understood the stress the poor boy was going through and didn't want to double down on it.

So they were just friends.

Friends who are far more affectionate with each other.

Friends who stay at each other's dorms and sleep in each other's beds, cuddled up.

Friends who have no problem kissing each other when they're in private.

Yeah, that type of friends.

Ethan was insanely nervous about coming out to others, especially his family.

So most likely, it was L/n who brought the news over to the others when they both were ready.

Luckily, everyone in the group was super supportive of Y/n's and Ethan's relationship when they finally told everyone. But his family still stays in the shadows.

He wants to be affectionate everywhere, but he's also nervous. So no PDA in public.

But when it's alone time? Oh boy, he won't calm down, because his boyfriend is now his bed and his stuffed toy for hugging and kissing.

The boy is painfully touchstarved, and his partner quickly learns that.

Dates are never a problem, even if it's just a quick meetup in-between lectures, Ethan remembers that. I think he keeps a box of different stuff other people will consider junk, but for him, it's memories of the dates with Y/n.

He also sometimes wish he could draw, just so that he could draw pictures of his boyfriend.

Ethan's love language is mostly gifts and quality time. He never was able to really put his feelings into words, so little trinkets will do.

He almost behaves like a cat, leaving it on his boyfriend's bed or putting it with a little note in his bag, for the life of him, he can't just give presents normally.

NSFW

Actually, it has been long before he came out when Ethan started jerking off to gay porn.

He never really wanted to think why it turned him on so much, it just did and he didn't give it much thought, as long as it felt good.

He never experimented with pleasuring himself anally, but he couldn't picture himself being on top.

Here's the truth: Ethan's not just a virgin, a turbovirgin. He came in his pants the first couple of times he and Y/n made out.

He's so extremely loud, his boyfriend may need to gag him, as he moans at the smallest bit of touch.

Even though it will take a while before he would be able to get to penetration, sucking cock quickly became one of, if not the favourite bedroom activity.

He could drop on his knees anywhere any time if it was needed, and he always drooled a lot, providing enough lube.

It's possible he has an oral fixation at this point, but no matter the cause: he's great at taking it in his mouth, isn't this what matters?

His thighs are super sensitive, every time L/n's hands brush over them, even if it's not intentionally, Landry can hardly contain a moan.

He isn't into anything crazy in particular, but later he discovers his love towards overstimulation.

There's just something so satisfying in being pounded and played with again and again, hardly staying conscious while being covered in spit, sweat and other possible bodily fluids.

As we established, he's a bottom. At first, it was a little hard, but the second Y/n's cock hit Ethan's prostate for the first time, all the worries were gone.

Absolutely loves being taken, feeling helpless and soft while his sweet spot is being driven into.

His moans during intercourse resemble a girl's pretty good, so Y/n's and Ethan's neighbours still didn't get any questions.

If he's a little more eager, loves sitting on his boyfriend's lap or riding him, being in somewhat of control.

His lips always get so swollen and red by the time they finish since he bites them so much.

Hides any marks were thoroughly because he doesn't want to be embarrassed, but he does have a secret fantasy of just parading his lover's marks on his body freely, letting everyone know he's taken.

[esther-dot]

Even if we assume that Rhaegar married Lyanna, does their marriage would be considered valid? In the show Gilly and Sam got to know about marriage through the some records. Is it possible in books too? What do you think?

Well, I can’t say that any of D&D’s decisions made sense in hindsight, and I don’t know how any evidence would be presented and sufficient enough to convince Westeros as a whole that Jon was Rhaegar’s “legitimate” child, but all that aside, this is the all-important book quote:

"Likely they were too shy to come out," Ned jested. He could feel the chill coming up the stairs, a cold breath from deep within the earth. "Kings are a rare sight in the north." Robert snorted. "More likely they were hiding under the snow. Snow, Ned!" The king put one hand on the wall to steady himself as they descended. (AGOT, Eddard I)

That’s compelling evidence that Martin intended Jon to be a Targaryen heir (“true born" in some capacity) from the beginning of the story. Sure, Robb and Bran become kings, we'll have several kings springing up in the North, but the "hiding under the snow. Snow, Ned" is (imo) unarguably a reference to Ned hiding Jon's identity by claiming him as his bastard (Snow). And the idea conveyed is that Ned is hiding a king. (@sherlokiness has several posts about additional wordplay around this, specifically the Jon and Joffrey, bastard and prince stuff).

As the series goes on, we get additional king references for Jon, and people have argued that it's KitN foreshadowing, and maybe, maybe that's what happens, but this passage, way back in AGOT, indicates that it is Jon's bastardy (hiding under the snow) that secrets the king. Not that he will eventually be chosen as one, but that he is one by virtue of his birth.

I don’t much care either way. I’ve pointed out that Jon being a bastard and going up against a true born is a fun progression of his bastard issues as is finding out he’s a trueborn and hating it/rejecting it because of what Rhaegar and Aerys did to the Starks. Either way, it’s juicy! There are things to explore. So, I’d just remind people, this spec isn’t about any specific bloggers hopes, or relying on GoT, it exists because of Martin’s words. And even if we find it offensive or think it goes against the later worldbuilding, there are lines in the book that indicate it’s potentially what Martin was planning way back when.

Now, I don't know why on Earth D&D bothered to write tangible proof of Jon's legitimacy in s7 when they totally neglected to do anything politically in s8 that would require that? Maybe keeping their options open if they needed to prolong the series? But I find it difficult to believe there will be a specific document that would be universally recognized as evidence of his legitimacy because Rhaegar was already married and had an heir. So, even if Martin wrote in a marriage for the sake of playing with the secret prince / heir to a dynasty idea for the reader’s sake, that doesn’t mean happy acceptance in-world. I’ve said the same about Robb’s will, it matters more what the Northern Lords say, how they weigh their competing interests and the threats they’re facing, rather than the specific words Robb wrote. Also, we have Aegon and Dany, so even if R/L were married and there was proof, after two other Targs pop up and war over the throne, I can't see people being moved by that? I would think they'd be sick of Targs no matter how sure people were about Jon’s identity.

Although, I could see the Northerners believing Jon is Rhaegar's son because a) they all already know Rhaegar kidnapped Lyanna and b) it doesn't really make sense for Ned to have fathered a bastard, so once Bran breaks it to Jon and/or Howland confirms it, I think they'll accept it because it would feel possible? Feel true? And obviously, we would know it’s true. So if this is about the Northen tangle, we don't need much. Actually, I just realized some people might spread it to try to undermine Jon/the Starks. 👀

I often just see these things as having a lot of potential paths and not knowing which direction is more appealing to Martin. He likes "the human heart in conflict with itself" so Jon being offered his dearest wish (being a legitimate son of Ned Stark) only for that to be absolute hell because he's falling in love with the man's daughter, well, that might be fun for him to write. But then comes R+L=J, and if he wants to be with Sansa, Jon needs that information to come out. If he's rejected Winterfell when Stannis offered it, rejected Winterfell even though Robb wanted him to take it, if he then can press his (Targ) legitimacy without displacing a beloved family member and in doing so, it might allow him to be with Sansa? That’s an angle. Or if he is KitN, he’d be highly motivated to keep that a secret for the sake of stability in the North, regardless of his feelings….I really can’t say. And I don’t remember anything in Sam’s chapters that made me think he’d find a diary, although the fact that Jon is forcing him to do something he doesn’t want to do makes the idea that he finds something and runs, potentially screwing Jon over kinda interesting. Actually, it’s always been a favored idea that he plays a hand in Jon rising to another position of power because of his part in getting Jon to be Lord Commander, so there is that! I guess I need to reread AFFC the whole series with a list of my new questions. 😅

[eevvvaa]

A Supernatural Journey - Part 26

A Supernatural Journey - Masterlist

Serie Summary : After an unplanned event in their road trip, Emily and Eva crossed paths with two brothers. One thing leading to another, the two best friends found themselves in what seems to be a supernatural journey…

Pairing : Dean Winchester x Eva (OC), Sam Winchester x Emily (OC)

Warnings : Some fluff, a bit of angst, not much to warn about honestly

Words : 20 424 (I don't think I know how to write short chapters anymore ahah)

Dividers by the amazing @firefly-graphics

A/N : Well. It's been a while 😅 But if anyone is interested on a new chapter, here it is ! Happy reading :]

Emily’s POV:

I was still quiet as Jody brought us something to drink.

The welcoming woman had insisted on giving us something other than water but Eva told her that it was totally fine, neither of us wanting to bother her with another kind of drink. But Jody had none of it so my best friend asked for some apple juice, fully knowing that I loved this drink even though she wasn’t a big fan of it. This put an end to this discussion. Jody kindly accepted this answer and left the room to go and get us our drinks, ignoring my best friend’s and I’s proposition to help her.

Anyway, I politely thanked the sheriff when she offered me the glass but stayed pretty silent after that, a bit uncomfortable to be in a stranger’s place like this. But, aware of my discomfort even though she wasn’t at complete ease either, Eva sat down next to me on the couch, her leg touching mine to create some comforting contact between us. I gave her a light smile and got one in return.

I still didn’t know what had happened to her earlier, but whatever it had been, it was gone. Her face was brighter, her eyes showed more enjoyment and her smile was real. I liked that look way more. But even if I was now relaxed to see her like this, the curiosity and desire to know what had happened was still there and I was still wondering what could have gone through her mind to make her feel the way she had felt. I was planning on asking her about it soon.

“You boys want something to drink.?” Jody’s voice put an end to my thoughts and made me come back on earth.

“Sure, some beers would be fine. Thanks Jody.” Dean immediately answered and Sam nodded by his side, offering her an appreciative smile.

When Jody left the room to go get their drinks, I could breathe a bit more easily, the slight uneasiness of being there still making me tense. Sam turned his head towards us and my eyes unintentionally met his before quickly looking away. I didn’t know what it was about that day, but I could hold his gaze even less time than usual. The intensity of his gaze made me feel strange, almost uncomfortable. I wasn’t sure if he knew how his gaze made me feel or if it was even intentional but still, it was there and making me want to hide and disappear. I just wanted him to stop looking at me like this.

Ugh! I needed to stop this. I needed to stop feeling this way when my friend was looking at me. Because that was what Sam was: my friend. And the night before had been nothing but a… a friendly mistake.

“Hum… Aren’t you gonna drive again after this?” Eva asked hesitantly, making me raise my head again and offering me a nice distraction from my thoughts.

The tall girl next to me was looking at Dean who raised his eyebrows at the remark, letting a smirk spread his lips. He chuckled.

“Don’t worry Sweetheart, one beer won’t make me have a car crash.” He declared, full confidence in his voice.

I felt my friend shifting her leg next to me, probably flustered by the nickname. I knew what this word did to her. I slightly smiled at her discreet reaction probably going unnoticed by the brothers and looked at her, waiting for her response but Sam was the one replying to him instead.

“No, but your bad driving could.” He retorted with a sassy grin and I couldn’t help but let a quiet laugh out, approving his answer.

Sam looked at me when the light chuckle escaped my mouth and his lips stretched a bit to lightly show the dimples in his cheeks. Something new shone in his eyes and a part of me interpreted it as pride. But it was probably just happiness that, for once, someone appreciated his humor. He probably wasn’t often supported in his jokes, and certainly not by Dean considering the dark glare the older man was suddenly giving us.

Then, fully ignoring Sam’s eyes on me, I focused on Dean and offered him my best mocking grin. After what he had done to me while driving away from the gas station, I had every right to openly make fun of him. And yet, he should have counted himself lucky that I was only laughing at his brother’s joke, it wasn’t much considering how I could actually piss him off. Actually, after getting on my nerves that morning by basically telling me to get lost in the kitchen when I had only asked him if he was alright; then irritatingly interrupting Eva when she was about to explain me what was bothering her and, finally, making me fall in his stupid car, he deserved to be made fun of. So I wasn’t going to be shy about it.

“Yeah. I still don’t understand how you didn’t crash your oh so precious car yet. Did you get your driver license in a Kinder Surprise or is this thing fake too?” I asked, a proud smile on my face, holding Dean’s gaze that was clearly not amused.

But it didn’t matter if he was finding this amusing or not because I did. And according to the chuckling man next to him, so did Sam.

“You think you’re funny?” Dean asked with a mocking expression, clearly in need of a good comeback. But before I could say anything, Sam opened his mouth again.

“Oh, she is.” The taller man declared and I felt my ego grow bigger, a new pride invading me at the idea of Sam enjoying my humor.

I had never really paid attention to Sam’s reactions at my bickering with his brother before but, apparently, he was enjoying it. When I looked away from Dean to look at him again, his eyebrows were slightly raised, showing his brother how satisfied he was with my answer. And when Sam looked back at me, I could see in his eyes that he meant it. A warm feeling spread inside my chest at the idea of Sam sharing my humor. I hated this feeling as much as I liked it. Or maybe I hated that I liked it. I didn’t know anymore, I didn’t know what to think since the events of the night before. Events that I was desperately trying not to think about.

So why was I bringing it back again?

“Yeah, no, I know. I guess all I’m trying to say is… to be careful?” Eva tried to explain herself, her original comments with the best intention, and thankfully interrupted my thoughts. Preventing Dean from replying anything to my provocation in the process. And when I saw in his eyes the little bit of frustration from it, I couldn’t be happier.

My best friend had helped me win this argument in spite of herself and I loved her even more for that.

“I’m not gonna be arrested for just one beer. And even if I was, I’m in the Sheriff’s good grace.” He proudly replied, closing his eyes and raising his chin in a satisfied gesture.

I rolled my eyes at his face.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t take it for granted, Dean.” Jody declared when she entered the living room again, holding two beer bottles in her hands. “Eva’s right, I shouldn’t give you this.” She joked, eyeing the bottles then Dean.

I slightly straightened when she reappeared, silently enjoying her picking our side and teasing the older Winchester too. She wore a satisfied grin while Dean’s proud smile fell at her comment and I savored the sight of him being annoyed to be mocked at. I could get used to Dean Winchester being not amused, it was a pleasant and satisfying view.

A teasing smile on her lips, Jody offered Sam a beer he gladly took, thanking her, before sending an amused look to his brother. Then, without adding anything, he walked to the couch, dangerously close to where I was sitting. I tried to hold myself back but my eyes followed his movements for a second, before returning to Jody and Dean, still standing in front of each other. The elder brother turned his palms towards the sky in an annoyed gesture. I felt Sam sit beside me, taking place on the armrest next to me, his very presence sending tiny little sparks all over my back. I gritted my teeth at the feeling, trying to suppress it while he nonchalantly opened the bottle, unaware of the sensation on my back.

Why did he have to sit right there? Couldn’t he just pick an easy chair to sit on?

“Come on, what is this? The Vice Squad?” Dean complained and I internally snorted at his comment. He could be annoying but, as much as I hated it, I used this kind of reply too when someone was on my case when I hadn’t asked for their opinion.

Eva turned towards me for a second, a not-so-suppressed grin on her lips and I understood that she was thinking the same thing, having heard me say it multiples times before. Like when she would judge me for eating sushi with ketchup. Apparently, it was an insult to sushi, but wasn’t eating raw fish the real insult? And everything was better with ketchup!

“Here.” Jody finally declared, slightly rolling her eyes at Dean’s sudden big smile as he grabbed the bottle and walked to the couch too.

The green-eyed man happily sat down next to Eva, making her turn her head towards him as he uncapped his beer bottle with his hand. Jody sat down on the other side of the coffee table, crossing her hands between her slightly opened legs and looked at us.

“Jody, can you tell us more about the case?” Sam’s voice asked next to me and I could almost feel his hot breath landing on the top of my head. I mentally cursed him, keeping my face neutral as Jody looked at him. She took a breath before starting to talk about the reason of our coming.

“Three people went missing. Zach Garrison, Hailey Hammond and Charles Odom. Zach’s a local kid who lives alone in an apartment a bit out of town and was the first one to disappear. It’s his girlfriend, Liv, who reported him missing after a few days without news from him. She came to his apartment and found it empty. That was last week. Then there is Hailey. She works at a bar downtown, the JL Beers, and didn’t come to work for three days before her boss, Harry Werner, started to think that maybe she wasn’t just sick. He didn’t have any news since Tuesday. The last disappearance is Odom, works in public library next town, nobody heard from him for two days now. And today, we found Zach’s body near the river…” Jody explained the first part of the case, filling the boys and us in with what had happened in this town.

It was clear in her voice and expression that she was concerned about those missing persons. Of course it was her job as the sheriff to make sure of the safety of the inhabitants of Sioux Falls but I could feel how seriously she was taking this duty, how finding this man’s dead body was affecting her. But, looking at her, it looked like it was also giving her a certain strength, a powerful desire to found the killer and put them behind bars. Or put the monster down as it seemed to be in this case.

“You mentioned him being drained of his blood.” Sam added and Jody immediately nodded, approving this information.

“Yes. The M.E. didn’t found any stab wounds or bites marks, only a tiny hole in his arms, the size of what seems to be a needle. I checked myself. A few bruises on his body as well but that’s it.” Jody declared and I turned my head towards Eva who was wearing a disgusted expression.

I was repelled by those information but I knew that she and I weren’t uncomfortable for the same reasons. I knew Eva could physically feel and picture the blood being drained from her body, even though it wasn’t truly happening. I, on the other hand, felt almost sick at the idea of a person murdering another one. And I still wasn’t quite sure how I felt when this person wasn’t even human but a monster lurking in the darkness.

“Well, definitely sounds like a djinn. They keep their victims alive for a while until they’ve sucked all the poor guy’s blood.” Dean declared and I felt Eva shudder next to me, hating everything they were saying.

Naturally, I put a hand on her knee to ease her a little and Dean must have felt her discomfort too because he looked at her for a second, his slightly concerned eyes ready to found hers. But Eva had already turned her head to me, offering me a thankful smile at my gesture, missing the hunter’s look.

“Yes, that’s what it seems to be. And I would have loved to not have call you for this, guys, but I never dealt with one of those before and three disappearances in a week… it’s a lot of missing people, already. And I don’t want it to get out of hands.” Jody added, looking like she was sorry to have asked for their help.

“No, no, don’t worry. You were right to call us on this. Djinns are powerful and all it needs is a single touch to trap their victims.” Sam quickly answered and the sheriff nodded, showing how she appreciated them coming to help her. The brothers hadn’t hesitated even for a second, answering her call for help in an instant.

“Thank you for coming.” She replied, a simple smile on her face.

“Of course, Jody.” Dean added before clapping his hands before him and getting up in a grunt. “Well, Sam and I are gonna have take a look at that body, see if we find anything you could have missed. No offense.”

“Sure.” Jody nodded, getting up from her seat as Sam left his too.

My eyes found the wide back of the tall hunter as he walked in front of me and I quickly looked away, refusing to stare at him for even a second. So, focusing on my shoes, I ignored the hunters standing in the living room, preferring admiring my holed Converses than paying too much attention to the obvious muscles on his back.

His back…

Stop it, Emily!

“Aren’t we coming with you two?” Eva suddenly asked, her voice showing how unsure of her own question she was. But it was a great question. The guys were going to inspect the corpse but what about us? Were we going to wait for them here, in a stranger’s home? Because as nice as Jody seemed to be, we didn’t know her at all and even if I didn’t doubt that Eva would have made conversation with our host, I wasn’t feeling really comfortable staying there all day long.

“Hum, no, not really.” Dean started and I tucked my chin at how sure of this he was.

“Why?” I immediately asked before I could even prevent myself from speaking.

“Well, I’m sorry to break it to you but you’re not an FBI agent.” He started and I glared at him at tone he had used. “And even if we wanted to bring you with us, we don’t have any fake badges for you two.” He explained, pinching his lips together when he was finished.

As much as I wanted to argue with him that we could still join them and hated to even think this: he was right. Eva and I had zero experience on impersonating federal agents and considering the look on Sam and Dean’s faces, they weren’t going to teach us any of this that day.

“Dean’s right, you can’t come with us for this.” Sam added, his voice leaving no room for argument and this time, I gave him a look too, frustration invading my body.

And what were we supposed to do during this time?

I hadn’t realized that, by agreeing to come with them on this case, we were going to stay behind, alone, waiting for them to come back. I hated this idea, it made me feel useless.

“Well, I can show you girls around during that time. I’ll have to finish preparing the bedding for your staying, if you don’t mind helping me?” Jody suddenly turned to us, offering a warm smile, as she tried to find a way for us to pass the time while the guys would be gone.

I appreciated how she tried to make us feel like we weren’t just going to wait there, on the couch, for the boys to come back. I wouldn’t have agreed to that either way. It was out of question to let her do everything without lifting a finger. She was welcoming us in her home, the least we could do was help her prepare the things we needed for our stay here. I certainly wasn’t going to let myself be serviced by her, especially when I already felt like I was inviting myself to her house.

So, I nodded, letting her know that we were going to help her, needless to say, and gave her a polite smile.

“Of course, we’ll help you.” Eva quickly replied with a smile.

“By the way, where are Claire and Alex?” Dean asked, furrowing his eyebrows for a second.

Right. The boys had mentioned Jody’s adoptive daughters and since we were here, we hadn’t met any other resident of this house. And now that Dean was mentioning it, I started to wonder how big Jody’s house was to welcome all of us there. I knew for sure that Eva and I could book a motel room for the weekend if it was complicated to find a bed for the two of us. But before I could look further into the situation, Jody answered Dean’s question.

“Claire went to a party with some of her friends and will sleep at one of her friends’. As for Alex… Alex is staying at her boyfriend’s place tonight.” She quickly let out in a breath, as though she wasn’t ready for her own words.

Dean’s eyebrows raised at her sentence, surprise written all over his face as he crossed his arms on his chest.

“Oh. And you’re alright with that?” Dean asked with an amused smile, leaning against the wall next to him.

“Well, no. But I can’t keep her locked in here forever, can I?” Jody replied, her motherhood showing at this sentence.

I internally smiled at how protective over her girls she seemed to be. I didn’t know anything about the woman, yet, but she appeared to be a great mother, worried about them even if she hadn’t been the one giving birth to them.

A movement to the right of Dean caught my attention and my eyes landed on Sam. He looked at the watch wrapped around his wrist, not paying attention to the conversation happening. Something strange happened in my chest at his taciturn behavior and he raised his head, his eyes founding mine. I quickly looked away, not wanting any kind of eye contact with him and stared at Eva instead, listening to Dean and Jody.

“Dean,” Sam interrupted, “I think we should go talk to the coroner.” The hunter declared, pointing at his watch to make his brother aware of the time passing and therefore putting an end to the conversation going on.

“Right.” The older man answered, turning around and bending to grab their duffle bags on the ground in a grunt.

“The two bedrooms at the end of the hall and the bathroom are free.” She simply said and Dean nodded.

“Where can we…?” He started when he straightened, pointing behind him with his thumb.

Jody seemed to understand whatever he was asking because she answered his unfinished question.

“Great, thanks.”

Dean placed one of the bags on his shoulder before throwing the other one to his brother. Sam caught the bag with surprise, a huff leaving his mouth and glared at his brother, annoyance in his eyes. Dean offered him a wide smile, amused by his own actions and turned around, heading to the stairs behind him, his brother following.

Eva’s POV:

As the boys went upstairs, Jody asked us how the road to her place had been.

Emily and I automatically answered that it had all went well, even if, for me, it had been far from it. Holding back tears, trying to breath correctly while fearing looking at the man I had spent the night with wasn’t what I could call ‘a nice trip’. But I had to be honest with myself and say that, now that he and I had talked, I felt much better, lighter, even if I was regretting acting the way I had.

I would apologize about that to him later.

In order to pass the time while the boys were doing whatever they had to do upstairs, Jody asked some basic questions to get to know us. I could feel how nervous and uncomfortable Emily felt, her voice all soft and high as she answered Jody’s questions. She was always like this when in a stranger’s house. Emily wanted to be as polite as possible, trying to make the other person as comfortable and untroubled as they could be, making her presence as less remarkable as possible. So, in order to make it easier for her, I was going to do the talking for the both of us. I didn’t mind answering Jody’s questions and according to my best friend’s look, she was appreciating it.

After a few minutes, the sound of footsteps going down the stairs caught our attention. Bringing my glass to my lips to take a sip of the apple juice, I raised my head towards the sounds, catching the sight of unfamiliar clothes. I frowned for a second when I didn’t see the basic jeans the brothers usually wore and my eyes widened when I took a better look at it.

Once I looked passed the Oxford shoes going down the stairs, I lifted my gaze, going up the dark darted pants covering familiar bowlegs. Then, passing the sight of the dark belt around his waist, my eyes landed on a strong chest hidden behind a bright white shirt, a green tie hanging at his neck and bringing out his already jade orbs, even ten feet away.

A suit.

Dean was wearing a suit. And he looked absolutely incredible in it. Hot and handsome.

Oh my…

Even if I had wanted to hide those thoughts, my body betrayed me as I choked on the beverage I was sipping. Slamming my glass on the table, I started to cough loudly, choking on the damn apple juice and the sudden amazing beauty thrown at me. Covering my mouth with a hand and resting the other one on my chest, I tried to breath properly, couching even more as some juice tried to leave my lungs. I felt Emily slightly patting my back in a comforting gesture, trying to make me breath again and I finally calmed down, clenching my jaws in concentration so it wouldn’t come back.

With watery eyes, I straightened, feeling everyone’s gaze on me – for obvious reasons – and I tried to avoid every one of them. But as though they had a mind on their own, my eyes naturally found Dean and his slightly pleased smile. I gulped, my heart hammering in my chest at the near-death experience and the sight of him. I took a deep breath, trying to find my composure back under his intense gaze and hardly swallowed when he kept staring at me, like no one else was in the room with us.

“You’re okay there, Sweetheart?” He asked, a satisfied tone in his voice and his eyebrows slightly raised. All of his face showed how proud and contented he felt to get this reaction out of me, as though he was forgetting for a second that we were supposed to keep the thing between us discreet.

“Yeah…. hum… Wrong pipe.” I tried to explain with a hoarse voice, slightly patting my chest to try and clear it out.

Dean gave a me a little smile, not buying my lie and I cleared my throat again. The more I was going to look at him the worst it was going to be, so, I turned my head to my best friend. Already looking at me, Emily sent me a look, silently making me understand her thoughts. Thoughts that I knew meant ‘Wrong pipe? Really? There is absolutely no other reasons behind you choking on apple juice?’. Of course there was another reason! So many other reasons.

Trying to avoid her knowing look, I turned my head towards the brothers. Briefly taking another look at Dean, my eyes fell on Sam. The tallest brother was wearing a dark blue suit, a plaid tie of a lighter blue resting on his chest and even if, to me, no one could compete with Dean’s look, I had to admit that Sam looked incredibly good too! He objectively looked hot and knowing my best friend, I would have been surprised if she didn’t thought so too.

At first, she refused to look at me, probably feeling my gaze on her but I saw the tips of her ears reddening. I smiled. Emily had become a master in hiding when she blushed, literally swallowing it down, but she still hadn’t managed to stop the tips of her cute little ears from reddening. And this was exactly what I needed to know how she felt.

I must have analyzed his looks for a second too long because Sam narrowed his eyes at me when I looked at his face, his brows furrowing. Or maybe he was suspicious about my sudden choking, seeing right through me and my reaction at his brother’s sight. I had already felt his suspicious eyes on me during the whole ride there but I had tried to ignore those, acting as natural as possible to prevent him from finding out what his brother and I had done the night before.

Hoping to not look too weird, I gave Sam a slightly embarrassed smile for staring at him like this and turned to my best friend again.

Oh, same here, Em’, same here.

“Alright, we gotta go. The sooner we see the body, the sooner we can search for the others.” Sam declared, not forgetting for a second the reason why they were here in the first place.

Dean nodded next to him and my stomach warmed up when I looked at him again. The green-eyed hunter had his arms crossed before him, his suit fitting his biceps perfectly and I took a deep breath. I had felt those under my hands, skin-to-skin. I knew what he looked like under those clothes. And the more I looked at him, the more I felt like everyone in the room knew that.

“Yah, we’ll let you know if we find anything.” Dean added and looked at me.

I wondered if he knew the affect he had on me, if he could see it as much as I could feel it. But from the look in his eyes, he seemed to, a discreet smile present at the corner of his lips.

The brothers checked their fake FBI ideas and I wondered what aliases they had chosen this time.

“You guys are not gonna leave on an empty stomach.” Jody declared standing up, the mother in her showing at her comment. I smiled, loving that they had someone like her in their life. They always took care of each other and it warmed my heart to see that Jody took care of them when they came visit her.

“We’re gonna grab a bite on the way, don’t worry.” Dean replied, offering her a big smile and she sent him a disapproving look. Next to him, Sam gave her a sorry smile too, showing that he agreed with his brother.

Before she could say anything else, the brothers turned around and headed to the front door.

“We’ll keep you updated!” Dean shouted, raising a hand in the air in a waving gesture and I couldn’t help but let a quiet snort out at his behavior.

The hunter took a few more steps and my eyes lowered on their own until they found his backside. I had often stolen a few glances at his behind but I had to say that those pants were doing real justice to his ass. But before I could think more of it, he disappeared at the corner of the living room, putting an end to my slightly inappropriate thoughts.

The door closed behind them and Jody let a sigh out, probably a bit frustrated with them leaving like that. The woman turned to us, a tight smile on her face and put her hands on her hips. I smiled at her, understanding her feeling and she gave us a warm look.

“Well. I’ll show you girls your room then.” She declared and I nodded, turning my head towards Emily who seemed tenser than before now that we were alone with the Sheriff. She was still going to need some time to adjust to being in her home, I knew that. But I hoped that it was soon going to be easier for her because Jody seemed to be a very nice woman.

“Sure.” I replied, looking at Jody again.

“Alright, follow me.” She asked and headed to the stairs, waiting for us to grab our bags and join her.

Glancing at Emily, I offered her a friendly smile and winked at her, a gesture she seemed to appreciate, and took the first step towards the short-haired woman.

Emily’s POV :

“Since the girls aren’t here I could have give you a room each, but I know Claire doesn’t like when someone goes into her bedroom, not even me. And if I don’t let either of you sleep in her room, it wouldn’t be fair to let you use Alex’s. I’ve heard you both have siblings, I’m sure you know what it’s like.” Jody explained in the hallway upstairs and I saw perfectly what she meant. Florian and I often bickered about who had more soda in their glass, equality was everything in our house. So, I understood what she meant.

Eva let a light chuckle at Jody’s words and the woman slightly turned around to look at us. I nodded.

“Yes, a little.” I replied, my voice higher than usual, shyer even, and I rolled my eyes at myself when she turned around.

Why was I always taking this high, shy and annoyingly honeyed voice when I was with a stranger? Ugh! Why couldn’t I just be natural? Plus, Jody seemed to be a nice woman, there was no reason to feel uncomfortable around her.

“I gotta say, living with those two… it’s not always a piece of cake. Claire is… she has her temper.” She admitted and I felt myself be sporting a polite smile even though she couldn’t see me.

Unable to respond anything to that, empty of any kind of answer to give her, Eva was the one speaking this time.

“Well… From what Sam and Dean told us, you seem to be handling it very well.” She declared and I could feel her smile in her voice. It was true that the brothers had spoken highly of her and from the look of it, she seemed to be true to her reputation.

The woman slightly turned around, looking at us behind her shoulder and smiled, clearly appreciating the comment.

“Thanks. I’m not perfect for sure but I’m doing my best.” She said and continued to walk through the hallway.

Jody’s house was big. We hadn’t seen every corner of this place but even from outside it was huge. Her living room was bigger than Eva’s bedroom and mine gathered; and our apartment was okay. And now that we were walking in the hallway upstairs, I wondered how many rooms were available in her place considering we had already walked pass two bedrooms. Claire’s and Alex’s from what I had understood. Taking a few more steps, two other doors were closed on each sides of the corridor. Another one was at the end of the hallway, a sign indicating that it was the bathroom pinned on the white wooden door.

Then, Jody came to a halt in front of the closed door on the left.

“You girls can stay in this room.” Jody started while opening the door and taking a few steps in the room. Eva followed her and I was the last one to enter. “I hope that you don’t mind sharing a bed, I assumed that it would be okay.” She said, turning to us and waiting for our reaction.

“It’s no problem for us, don’t worry.” Eva answered with a smile.

“Absolutely.” I timidly agreed and mentally cursed myself for appearing so… honeyed. It was one thing to feel a bit uncomfortable around Jody, but I hated to not act like myself like that.

“But maybe it won’t be the case for the boys.” Eva tried to joke at the idea of Sam and Dean sharing a bed and Jody chuckled at her comment.

“Well, they won’t have a choice.” She declared, not leaving room for them to argument with her and I liked how confident of it she was. And Eva was right, I wasn’t sure either that the brothers were going to be thrilled with the idea of sharing a bed with each other. We knew that they had slept in the same room basically all their life but I didn’t know if they often slept in the same bed.

“Alright, so there are some sheets just here.” Jody explained, opening a wardrobe and taking some in her hands and Eva hurried to take them from her, placing them on the undone bed. When she turned around, Eva smiled at me and I gave her a slight grin in return.

“You have some blankets just here in case you’re cold during the night.” The Sheriff pointed at an upper shelf of the furniture. “And feel free to hang your clothes in there too, it’s your space.” She explained and I appreciated how she was welcoming us in her house.

Eva nodded and I thanked Jody with a smile. My roommate put down her bag on the floor, next to the bed and I did the same, placing mine right next to hers.

“There are some towels in the bathroom for you two, under the sink, if you wanna take a shower. The changing of bath mode to the shower mode is a bit difficult but the trick is to slightly push it on the right.” She explained with a smile. Then the tallest woman started to walk towards the exit of the room, making us turn around to keep our eyes on her.

“I don’t know if you girls are hungry bu-” She didn’t get to finish her sentence as her phone rang. Jody took her phone out of her pocket and gave us an apologetic smile.

“Excuse me.” She told us, gesturing to the call she was receiving and we made her understood that she could answer it without any problem. She gave us a quick smile before answering to a certain Scott and left the room, disappearing in the hallway.

Turning to my best friend, Eva was playing with her hands, looking around the little bedroom we were in. The bedroom was small and cozy, the window opposite to the door was allowing the sunlight to get it and shine on the warm colored bedroom. The huge wooden wardrobe was placed opposite to the bed and created a very welcoming place even though it was clear that it wasn’t used often.

A few seconds later, Jody came back in the room, ending her call.

“Sorry, an agent of mine just called. One of our regular visitors is causing them some troubles and our new guy won’t be able to handle him alone. I have to go back to the precinct and give them a hand.” She quickly explained, slightly sighing as though it was bothering her to leave us.

“Of course, Jody. You have other things to do.” Eva told her and I nodded.

“I would have loved to show you around a little more but I really have to go. I’m sorry to leave you like this, girls.” Jody declared and I slightly shook my head at her.

“No worries, Jody, it was already really nice of you to show us your house.” I told her and she gave me a kind smile.

“Alright.” She suddenly said, clapping her hands before her in an attempt to get into action. “I don’t know how long I’ll be gone but from what I’ve understood, you two didn’t eat either. So, there are some leftovers in the fridge if you want, feel free to heat them up. But if you’d rather eat something outside, which I’d understand, Botski’s Bar and Grill in town is a great place. I recommend it to you.” Jody explained and the idea of eating her food while she wasn’t even being here bothered me. A lot. So, I didn’t know yet what Eva thought of this but to me, this diner sounded good.

The Sheriff exited the bedroom and with a move of her head indicated us to come with her. So we did and followed her in the hallway while she continued to explain us our options while she was gone.

“I’m gonna give you two a spare key to the house so you can come and go as you wish.” She suddenly declared as she went down the stairs, making me mentally freeze.

This woman didn’t know us even the slightest and she was entrusting us with the key to her home. How could she so fearlessly let us stay here in the first place was surprising me but the idea of leaving two strangers in my house and allowing them to go back and forth without minding at all was impressing me.

She was giving us a trust we didn’t even earned.

“Jody… are you sure? I mean, we would understand if you’d rather have us waiting here for you to come back. Or wait in town and you locking behind us when you leave.” Eva tried to say as if she had read my mind. She probably wasn’t feeling totally comfortable with this situation either and found the idea of staying at her place without her a bit much for a first meeting. But Jody didn’t seem to agree as she turned her head towards us once she reached the end of the stairs.

“I’m not gonna ask for you to sit and wait here while I’m at work. I want you to feel comfortable here so, if you’d rather spend the day outside, go. I’m just asking you to lock after you when you leave.” She declared with seriousness and I felt myself nodding at her words.

The tall woman continued walking until she disappeared behind a corner, the sound of a drawer opening reaching my ears. Eva stopped at the end of the stairs in sync with me and we looked at each other, silently agreeing with the fact that she was being incredibly nice to us. I was amazed by people’s kindness sometimes. And never knew how to react to it. Then, my best friend gulped as though she was thinking about something bothering her. I raised my eyebrows, trying to understand what was suddenly on her mind and she took a step towards me.

“Do you think that it’s wise to leave this house? I mean, with the… the monster in town and Dean and Sam gone… If they come back and we aren’t here… I don’t know, I don’t think they’d want us to leave without them.” Eva said, letting her worries out.

And I understood that she felt this way, Eva had always been one to ask for permission when I would rather ask for forgiveness. Even if, in most cases, forgiveness wasn’t even to ask. And in this situation, I neither wanted to ask for permission or forgiveness, I didn’t want to patiently wait for them just because they could be a little upset about us leaving a place they had left us alone at in the first place. At most, I would have stayed there without arguing if it had been what Jody has asked us, after all it was her house. But apparently, as surprising as it was to me, she was willing to let us decide whether we wanted to stay here or not while she was gone.

“Well, you’re not prisoners here, so you can do whatever you want. And if Sam or Dean have a problem with it, they’ll deal with me. They can’t expect you to just wait here for them to be finished with their work while you do nothing. So feel free to visit the town if you want and go eat something at this dinner. You’ll see, Gary is a nice guy.” Jody declared before I could even reply anything to my best friend. And how I loved this woman’s answer.

I could see Eva’s doubt in the way she breathed, a little out of words, and the way she slightly moved in discomfort but I, on the other hand, felt more comfortable around Jody than since the beginning of our meeting. I didn’t know what I expected of her, and to say she hadn’t scared me a little with her appearing knowing eyes would have been a lie, but in this moment it felt like we were sharing the point of view on things. And I liked this, the idea of neither of the boys having to say anything about what we did.

A smile appeared on my face in spite of myself and Jody must have seen it because she gave me one back. Giving me a single nod in understatement, she confirmed her words, silently saying that she was having our back.

“So, here the keys, make sure to lock when you leave.” She repeated and took a few steps towards us, handing me the key.

Quickly stealing a glance at Eva, I took the spare key and smiled at Jody.

“Thank you.” I simply said, my voice more natural than before and I mentally thanked myself for this.

“And I’m gonna give you my number, just in case.” She said, walking to the coffee table. Jody grabbed a pen and scribbled something quickly on a piece of paper. Once she was done, she came back to us.

“Here.” This time, she handed the object to Eva who gently took it, reading the numbers on it. “There is a bus stop down the road on the left, it can get you downtown in a short ten minutes. Feel free to come back whenever you want. All I’m asking is for you to be careful and call me if you there is anything.” She declared with a smile and put on her jacket before leaving her house without worrying for a second.

Eva’s POV :

She shouted to us to make ourselves at home before she shut the front door, leaving us standing in her living room before Eva or I – even if I was actually agreeing with her on most points – could argue with her. I turned towards my best friend who was staring at the closed front door, speechless about what had just happened. I, on the other hand, felt myself slightly smiling.

Yeah. Maybe I was going to like this woman, after all.

Staring at the opened messages section on my phone, doubt invaded my mind.

I was thorn between letting Dean know that we had left Jody’s place and taking the risk of him not liking it and the option of not telling him anything, enjoying my afternoon with Emily but risking him maybe being angrier that I hadn’t told him. I knew this mental debate was stupid because I was a grown up, so was Emily, and we could do whatever we wanted. It wasn’t like they had given us order to stay in Jody’s living room. But still, it felt wrong, like I had to let him know. But Emily surely didn’t agree with that, her free will was really important to her and she never let anyone tell her what to do. I, on the contrary, would rather have people telling me what I should do, it was easier and so mind freeing for me.

I knew how stupid that sounded but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want to have to argue with Dean if I hadn’t texted him when I should have.

Ugh, why was I creating problems to myself like this? I could just live my life, I didn’t have to justify myself. And he wouldn’t be mad if I was being careful, right? Right?

“You’re not listening to me at all, are you?” Emily’s voice suddenly reached my brain and I raised my head to look at her, eyebrows high on my forehead in confusion.

“What?” I asked, coming back to Earth and to the diner we were sitting at, the sound of forks on plates and people talking filling my ears. Emily glared at me and I pinched my lips at her expression.

I hadn’t even registered her talking to me.

“Sorry.” I apologized, feeling bad for not paying attention to what she was telling me.

My best friend let a sigh out and I quickly locked my phone as though I had something to hide and straightened, placing the device next to my legs.

“Are you texting him?” Emily asked, slightly raising her eyebrows and I mimicked her expression.

“Who?” I asked, playing dumb even though I had no reason to lie about that, we both always knew who him was. At this Emily rolled her eyes, not believing me, and I gave her a little pinched smile.

“You know who. You don’t have to tell him where you are all the time, you know. I mean, like Jody said, we’re free and adults, we can take care of ourselves. Hell, we’ve been taking care of ourselves before we even knew them.” The blue-eyed girl in front of me said and I knew she was right. But something in me didn’t feel right if I didn’t tell him about this.

“I know, I know…” I sighed, my eyes landing on the menu I hadn’t even looked at yet. “I just don’t want him to be mad at me because I didn’t keep him updated about where we’ve been.” I explained and Emily took a deep breath, understanding my fear.

It was always the same thing with me, I didn’t want people to get mad at me. And after years of knowing each other, Emily knew that very well. When she had no problems speaking her mind and standing up to people, all I wanted was to disappear, avoid any conflicts and apologize for weeks. We didn’t deal the same way in those situation and where she found some kind of stimulation in it, I only saw danger and insecurity.

“Yeah, I think she can be pretty scary.” I joked and my best friend nodded rapidly.

“Well, the thing you need to understand in your little head is that no one can be mad at you. You’re just frustrating like that.” Emily declared and I let a little laugh out at her words. “And why would he be mad, huh? We don’t have to report him our every actions. So if he has a problem with us being outside and eating, he’ll get through me. And Jody, apparently.” She continued, a bit of amusement in the end of her sentence and I smiled, loving the sound of that.

I could always count on her even when I was being a coward and kept a low profile when I was caught red-handed, just like I did in high school. When we were being in the wrong because we were talking about everything but the class, Emily never feared the teachers, explaining herself without being disrespectul and finding a way to avoid us some blame while I would look at my feet and pray for the ground to swallow me. So if Emily was capable of facing her teachers back at high school, I had no doubt she wouldn’t have any trouble facing Dean.

“Right? I mean, she seems nice and I don’t wanna talk badly of her, but it looks like she can see right through you without even trying.” Emily said, clear in her voice that it wasn’t something she was enjoying.

“Do you think it’s a mom power or something? Like, the moment you become a mother you can see through people you don’t even know just by looking at them?” I wondered at loud and Emily made a face, shaking her head at me.

“God, I hope not. My plan is to avoid eye-contact and proximity with her.” She declared and I laughed, knowing that it wasn’t even a joke. Of course she was going to try and avoid Jody at all cost, probably fearing questions she didn’t want to answer to.

I crossed my arms and rested them on the table.

“I see, staying polite without being too close. This way you won’t have to answer to the least personal question possible. Good plan.” I joked and she chuckled.

��Exactly! It’s already embarrassing enough that I have this stupid voice every time I talk to her. I’m not gonna go and see if she can figure out everything about me. I won’t do this to myself.” She declared, shaking her head and I knew she meant it. She truly hated this sweetened voice even if it wasn’t that terrible actually.

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong in what you do and you really don’t sound as bad as you think. You’re just being really polite and that’s nice! The carefulness in your voice can be a bit surprising when we actually know you, but that’s all.” I explained and she let out an annoyed sound, throwing her head back to rest against the back of the booth.

“Ugh, I wanna punch myself every time I hear myself talking.” She grumbled and I chuckled.

“It’s really not that bad. Just be your amazing self and Jody will adore you.” I truthfully told her with a wink and she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, right.” She replied, clear in her voice that she didn’t believe me much.

Before I could argue with her, a young man approached us, a notebook and a pen in his hand. A huge smile plastered in his face he seemed incredibly sympathetic and I grinned back, appreciating the kindness that emanated from him. Passing a hand through his dark hair, he stopped at our table, ready to take our order.

“Hi, what can I get you two?” He asked and my eyes widened for a second at his question.

Lost in my thoughts, I had totally forgotten to read the menu and even though my stomach was eating itself from the inside, I didn’t know what it craved.

“Huuuh…” I started, quickly grabbing the menu before me and scanning the list of food. “Sorry, I haven’t chosen yet, but I’ll be quick.” I apologized and he chuckled.

“It’s alright, I can come back in a few minutes.” He explained but I shook my head, I was starving and wouldn’t take long to choose what was going to fill my empty stomach.

“Em’, you can order if you made your choice.” I told her, trying to gain more time to go trough the menu.

I hadn’t seen the bagels options yet but if there were it was evident that she had picked that. She could eat those for breakfast, lunch and dinner. It was safe to say it was one of her favorite food ever. And I agreed, it was a nice choice.

“Alright. I’ll take the veggie bagel with an apple juice, please.” Emily ordered and I raised my head at her.

Of course.

“Bagels sound good. I’ll take the Indiana one with a coke, please.” I finally ordered with yet another apologizing smile.

“Those are pretty good, I hope you’ll like them.” Our waiter told us, scribbling our order before looking at us again. “French fries or salad with those?” He asked and I took the greasy side order while Emily favored the more healthy one.

Once our waiter left, my stomach growled and I put my hand on it, trying to silence it.

“God, I’m starving.” I declared, comfortably resting against the booth.

“You don’t say! You didn’t eat anything all day, of course you’re hungry!” Emily replied and I shook my head at her.

“That’s not true, I ate a Twix bar earlier.” I answered even though I knew it wasn’t what she meant. And as I expected, my best friend rolled her eyes at me.

“Yeah, I’m fine now. Sorry for earlier, I didn’t wanna bring the mood down like that.” I apologized, lowering my head a little.

“Well you didn’t eat anything else than a Twix bar.” She playfully glared at me. “By the way, how are you feeling now? You seem better but, how are you?” She gently asked and my stomach tightening at her question.

Of course she had noticed it, everyone had, but I somehow wished that it hadn’t stayed on her mind.

It was the truth. Now that I had talked with Dean, I felt lighter and not like I was ready to cry if someone asked me what was going on. But I still felt a bit bad for being so quiet and bringing such a thick tension in the car. It hadn’t been anyone’s fault but me and my stupid brain.

“No, no, don’t worry about that. I’m glad if you feel better now, though. I am. You wanna tell me what was bothering you?” Emily asked both curious to know what had happened, I couldn’t blame her, and concerned about how I felt.

Yes. And I wanna tell you about my night with him and what I agreed to. I wanna tell you everything. I wanna tell you about him. I have so much to tell you.

But I couldn’t. I had agreed to not say a thing about Dean and I for the moment and the more the day went by, the less I felt like I could do it. How was I suppose to not tell the one person I said everything to that I had spent the night with the guy? And as much as it could be a bit excited to keep it a secret, it didn’t feel as right as it could have.

“It was just stupid and not important.” I tried, torn between telling her everything and avoiding this conversation.

Emily tilted her head to the right and raised her eyebrows, her face showing that she didn’t believe me in the slightest. And I knew that, she had seen my reddened eyes after all.

“When are you finally gonna stop beat around the bush with me and tell me right away what you wanna say?” She asked, a bit annoyed and I couldn’t blame her.

“I know… I just feel stupid about it.” I told her and it was the truth. Even if it was over, I still felt guilty and like an idiot for acting and thinking that way in the first place.

The brown haired girl in front of me stared at me, patience in her eyes, ready to let me talk about it if I wanted. And I wanted to. I always felt better when I talked to her about what was bothering or had bothered me. Talking to Emily was liberating and even if at first I was reluctant to do so, not wanting to annoy her with my stupid thoughts, I always felt better after telling her.

“It’s just my stupid brain who did stupid things.” I declared and she furrowed her eyebrows at me, shaking her head.

“Stop saying that.”

But I ignored her comment and continued.

“My day started well and I just… I don’t know, I started to see and feel things the wrong way. I misinterpreted that one little thing and just overthought from there. I mean, you know me.” I explained, letting a little laugh out at the end of my sentence and Emily gave me a light smile.

And it was the truth. A bit vague and unclear but still the truth. Everything had went well until I had started to think.

“I bet I can’t know about that ‘one little thing’, can I? It was about Dean, wasn’t it?” She suddenly asked and I felt my eyes widening at her question. “I’m sorry to break it to you but we could all see it was about him.” She said, a smile at the corner of her lips and I let a dramatic sigh out.

So much for keeping it a secret.

“Yeah… yes, it was about him. And it was stupid but we talked about it and it’s all good now, we’re all good.” I told her, feeling the easy smile on my face.

“When all of you just abandoned me in the car?” She asked, a bit of contrariety in her voice. It was right that I hadn’t seen it that way, I had actually selfishly didn’t think about it but it was true that at one point we were all in the gas station but Emily.

“Yeah… I’m sorry about that too.” I gritted my teeth and she let a chuckle out.

“No, it’s fine. I know that I’m the butt of this group’s joke.” She accused with humor and I lightly laughed at her falsely annoyed face.

Before I could add anything, the dark-haired waiter came back with our plates and widely smiled at us. Straightening a little to give him the space he needed to put the dishes on the table, I smiled at him in return.

“Here are is the Indiana bagel” He said, placing my order in front of him, then he put Emily’s in front of her too. “And the veggie one.”

“Thank you.” Emily and I replied in sync and he wished us a good appetite before leaving us to our meals.

“God, I’m starving!” Emily quickly declared, immediately grabbing her bagel and taking a huge bite of it, humming in pleasure when she started chewing.

I laughed, loving how she always had the same reaction and feeling when she ate a bagel. Closing her eyes and savoring every part of this food. I picked mine up and took a bite, my stomach already thanking me for finally putting actual food in it.

“Well, huh, yah. I mean, did you see him? This suit really, well, suited him. And with the green tie it was… phew!” I told her and she let a laugh out, a wide smile on her face at my words.

“Hum, speaking of Dean, care to explain me what happened to you earlier? Had some troubles drinking?” She teased and I almost chocked on my food, feeling myself blushing at the memory.

Hardly swallowing, I put my bagel down and stared at her. I couldn’t tell her yet about what had actually happened between he and I, but she knew what I thought of him, how I saw him so there was no reasons denying it. And thinking about it, it could actually free me.

Just thinking about it did things to my stomach but I knew for sure that I hadn’t been the only one who wasn’t left indifferent when they had came down the stairs. So, raising my eyebrows, I grinned in advance at my future sentence.

“Like you didn’t blush when Sam appeared as Mister fake FBI agent.” I teased and Emily raised her eyebrows high on her forehead, her face trying show me she had no idea what I was talking about but unfortunately for her I had seen her traitorous ears.

“Nope. Didn’t look at him, I don’t even know what he looks like, actually.” She feigned to not know, taking another bite of her bagel and I rolled my eyes.

“Oh. Well, that’s a shame because he looked really hot in his suit, really highlighted his chest and shoulders.” I declared, casually picking a french fry and dipping it in my mayonnaise, giving a knowing look to my best friend.

Locking eyes with her, she glared at me, not amused by my teasing but I couldn’t help my grin from widening.

“But weren’t you too busy looking at Dean, anyway? I’m sure you have more thoughts about it. I mean, you’re the one who chocked on your drink, not me.” She said back, a satisfied grin on her lips and took my glass of coke to have a sip.

Taking another bite of my food, I nodded, not denying it. Of course I had had troubles drinking, and everyone had been there to witness it.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting to see this. It took me by surprise, okay?” I defended myself and she let a little laugh out. “And I’m just telling you, you missed something with Sam. He looked really, really good in this suit.” I emphasized with a smirk and Emily shook her head, sipping at her drink this time.

“Meh. I don’t think so. He doesn’t even look that good actually.” She lied, not even meeting my eyes anymore.

“Oh yeah?” I raised my eyebrows and she nodded, putting her glass down.

“Yep.” She stated and continued eating.

I hummed, not believing her but finally stopping my teasing. I couldn’t force her to reveal anything she didn’t want to, even less admit anything about Sam. She had commented something about this man was when she either had been drunk off her ass at the bar or after their date. So, I decided to let it go, suddenly remembering that this teasing could back fire and that she could ask questions too. Questions I couldn’t answer to. Questions about the night before.

I took another one of my hot french fries and surprisingly Emily spoke up again.

“Plus, he made a poor choice in tie. Really questionable taste.” She declared, saying this like she was saying it had rained the day before when she was actually admitting she had looked at Sam Winchester. And had even taken a good look at him to know she hadn’t liked his tie at all.

“Ah! So you did look!” I replied with a huge smile I could feel in my cheeks.

But quickly, Emily faked a frown, shaking her head at me as though I had said something absurd.

“No…” She poorly lied, not even trying to hide it correctly. “Shut up.”

But her attempt to refute what she had just let slip was her way to admit that she had indeed looked at him – and potentially enjoyed it – without really admitting it either. We both knew that she didn’t just let slip things like those, it was an unspoken rule between us, if she ‘innocently’ said something like this, it was because she wanted to tell me about it. And it didn’t matter that she took it back right after. It meant that she was finally admitting it to herself, even if it was just a little bit, and it was the good step I hoped she would take.

So, in order to try and not make her regret saying this, I nodded, taking in her words and grabbed another fry.

“Oh okay. I thought so. My bad, then.” I declared, both of us clearly knowing what it all truly meant.

Turning her bagel in her hands, she shrugged.

“Nah, don’t worry, we all make mistakes.” She replied in a mocking tone before taking another bite, the conversation stopping there with a chuckle from me.

She hadn’t said anything too revealing, I knew that, but it was something. And I started to wonder if something had happened to change her mind or if she had just decided that she could finally admit a few things to me and to herself concerning the giant hunter. After all, she had been a bit strange too this morning…

Emily’s POV :

Ugh…

Why did I have to say that! I shouldn't have said anything. Why did I have to make a comment on his stupid tie!

I should have just kept this to myself, continue to pretend I hadn’t had a single thought when seeing him in this damn suit. Actually, I shouldn’t even have looked at him at all, it would have had solved everything. But I couldn’t helped myself and looked, internally blushing and screaming at him. Or at myself. I didn’t know even anymore. I wanted to yell at everyone, at everything. I wanted to yell at him to ask him why. Why had he kissed me? Why did make me fe… And of course Eva had to look at him too!

Couldn’t she have just stare at Dean and not pay attention to Sam at all, forgetting herself that he existed?

But contradictorily I also kinda wanted to tell her.

I wanted to tell her a lot of things, but at the same time I didn’t want to. I wanted her advice to try and clear my head, to put some orders upstairs after what had happened. I needed some guidance on what it all meant. If it meant anything, actually. I didn’t even know if I wanted it to. But I also didn’t want to tell her, I wanted to keep it to myself, I didn’t want to say something that wasn’t true. Saying it out loud made it real and I far from wanted that. I was aware that my secret and thoughts would be safe with her. I knew that if I told her that Sam had… she would just have been excited for me.

Why did he have to enter my life?

And I knew that I could tell her that I had indeed looked at him as a fake FBI agent and that I had indeed noticed the way his shirt stuck to his torso and how the jacket revealed his back muscles. And that I had had some shameful thoughts about it but I wasn’t ready to fully let them out yet, not to Eva and hardly to myself.

Why was everything so hard?

I was just tired. The day before had been full of strong emotions, things had been done, words had been said and I simply felt drained. I merely wanted to be home, put all of this aside, get away from Sam for the day and have a quiet evening wrapped in my flannelette. I just wanted to stop thinking. I needed a break from all those emotions but couldn’t and some new ones more were being added now. Because on top of all of this, we were meeting someone new and slept in her house. And as much as Jody seemed to be a great woman, I wasn’t natural around her and feared what she could interpret; making the option of staying be Eva’s side for the whole week-end the best and smartest choice. And maybe if I stayed next to her long enough she was going to tell me whatever she was hiding from me.

“I’m freezing my ass off. I hate Winter so much.” Eva complained, wrapping her yellow scarf a bit more tightly around herself.

“Okay. So, ten more minutes and we’re there.” Eva’s voice brought me back to Earth and I saw her looking at the digital maps in her right hand.

Deciding to take a look around Sioux Falls before getting back to Jody’s house, Eva and I had walked down the diner’s street until we turned at the corner of a movie theater. This town seemed nice, not too crowded but still active, the many shops in the streets still opened and running. Taking a few more steps before turning to the left, we came across a park and Eva informed me that it could be a way cut through town and get back to Jody’s place faster. I agreed to this idea, even though I would have loved to spend more time outside before facing everyone again, and followed her through the bare trees. Some children and families played at the playground next to a switched off fountain and I lightly smiled at the scene, loving the sounds of the kids laughing as they chased each others.

“I’m so not a Winter girl. Just because I’m born in this season doesn’t mean I like it. I like your month. May is great. The nature is coming back to life, the sun shows itself again and it’s not night at four in the afternoon. I can’t wait to put my t-shirts back on.” She explained and I let a chuckle out.

“It’s a bit ironic for a Winter girl.” I told after a quiet snort.

Eva turned around, her head buried in her shoulders in an attempt to keep her warmth. She looked like a turtle trying to get back into her shell.

While Eva hated Winter, I loved it. The hot chocolates in bed, cozy under a plaid and watching a Christmas movie. Christmas magic in the air and the best holiday on the way. And I never minded that the setting of the sun was earlier than the rest of the year, I actually liked it.

Shivering loudly, Eva tightened her coat around her before looking at her phone again, checking how far from Jody’s house we were. I followed her through the park, trying to keep my mind from thinking too much – or at all, really – when she glanced at me, frowning.

“You’re okay?” She asked, a bit of concern in her voice.

“Yep. You?” I immediately replied, slightly raising my eyebrows to make it appear as though her question was surprising. Eva looked at me for a second too much, narrowing her eyes a little.

“Okay… I just wanted to make sure you were.” She half-accepted and didn’t push the topic, probably feeling that I wasn’t going to talk about it.

I didn’t even know myself if I wanted to talk about it or not, or even what to say on the matter. I just wanted to make it through the week-end.

Back to Jody’s place, I appreciated the warmth of her house and Eva let a loud and satisfied sigh out, clearly enjoying too. Quickly, my best friend hung her coat on the coat rack and took mine to put it there too. Then she locked the door behind us, putting the keys on the small piece of furniture next to the front door so Jody could open it when she got back.

I was amazed on how comfortable she was in this stranger’s place, already finding her feet somehow while I didn’t want to disturb anything in the house. But, the more Eva moved around the house, not sneaking into Jody’s stuff but simply looking around to discover her home and trying to get familiar with the place and the woman, the more I was starting to get used to the unknown house myself. At least slightly more comfortable.

After getting ourselves a glass of water, Eva reminded me that we had to make the beds for us and the brothers, so we went upstairs and searched through the wardrobe to get everything we needed. Standing up on the mattress, holding the quilt above my head while Eva was pulling at the quilt cover around it, we continued our conversation on the last Marvel movie that had just been released and how we would have to go see it back home. Apparently a certain Tom Hardy would make an appearance in it and I suddenly understood why she wanted to see this new movie so bad. Once we were done with our bed and were getting the pillows ready too, Eva’s phone rang, making her drop the pillow in her hands. The tall girl answered the call and brought the cellphone to her ear.

“Hey.” She started with a small smile on her lips. “Yeah we’re here… Oh right, okay, I’m coming.” She ended the call and turned to me, putting her phone back in her pocket.

“They’re here.” She declared and I followed her down the stairs, mentally preparing myself to face Sam.

Oh, how I hated feeling this way. So ridiculous.

Get it together, Emily!

Eva’s POV :

“Jody isn’t here?”

Was the first question Dean asked when he entered her house and I explained the brothers that an agent of hers had called and that they needed her help on something else. The Winchesters nodded and parted ways, Sam heading to the living room to sit on the sofa and already getting his laptop out of his bag; Dean on the other hand, walked directly towards the kitchen and I heard the fridge’s door open and close. A few seconds later, he came back with a beer bottle in his hand, uncapping it with his right hand. I liked seeing this. I didn’t even know why but I liked it. Dean took a few steps towards me and I felt my chest get warmer the closer to me he got. It was stupid how I was internally feeling when he stopped in front of me and asked if I needed anything. It took all my mental strength to not answer the first thing I had in mind – “you” – and simply shook my head, telling him I had a glass of water waiting for me in the living room. Nodding, he placed a gentle hand on the small of my back to lead me to the room and join Emily and his brother.

Once inside the living room, Dean sat down next to his brother who was typing on his open computer. Emily was standing at the entrance of the room and I stopped next to her before heading to one of the armchair around the coffee table. Emily sat in the other one next to me.

“So, did you find what you were looking for?” I asked while Dean took a sip of his drink.

“It’s a djinn for sure. The vic shows all the signs of being drained for about a week. The intravenous drip wasn’t clean, it most likely that it was done by someone who isn’t familiar with medical methods.” Sam explained, his eyes still on focused on the screen before him and I felt myself frown, feeling the needle in my arm.

“Or someone who doesn’t care about doing it safely and clean. Like a djinn.” Dean added and I nodded.

“And do you think the same thing happened to the other missing persons?” Emily asked and Sam raised his head to answer her.

“Djinns rarely make only one victim and from the numbers of disappearance in such a short time, it’s most likely that they were taken by the same monster.”

“So what do we do now? I mean, once you found out what kind of monster is responsible, what’s the next step?” I asked, curious to know what was the process of a hunt.

“Well, if we’re familiar with the monster, we usually have what we need in the trunk. If it’s something we’ve never came across before, we look through the lore and search for what would kill them. I usually take care of this.” Sam finished, sending a dark look to his brother who took another sip of this beer, not seeming to care much about what his brother was implying.

I let a light chuckle out.

“So we know what to use against djinns, right? You encountered one before, didn’t you?” I asked even though I was pretty sure they had, they talked about this monster like they were familiar with it. The brothers shared a look before Sam answered my question.

“Yeah. We met more than one.” He simply said and when my eyes drifted to Dean who seemed to remember something for a second. I made a mental note to ask him later.

“A silver knife dipped in lamb’s blood kills the bastard.” Dean declared and I nodded, silently wondering why that was what killed them.

“And you have some of that in your trunk?” Emily asked, probably questioning her company and I felt her. If we truly thought about it, those guys were weird, keeping endless weapons and lamb’s blood in the trunk of their car.

“Yep.” Dean said and Emily and I shared a look, silently agreeing that those men were another level of strange.

“Right. So, Zach’s body has been degraded by the water it was found into, erasing any clue we could have needed to have a location. We could think the place where he was held captive was clammy but it’s probably just to cover their tracks. Most of the times djinns choose a quiet, private and away place so they aren’t bothered by anyone.” Sam explained and it sounded like any serial killer’s hide-house.

“Like an old, abandoned factory.” A feminine voice suddenly interrupted and I flinched, Emily and I slightly gasping at the same time at Jody’s quiet come back. The sheriff got a smile at our reaction and entered the living room, a plastic bag in her left hand.

“Pretty much, yeah. Do you have anything like this in Sioux Falls?” Sam asked her and she let a small sigh out.

“Yes. But we’ve already searched the place, hoping to find Hailey and Charles there, ideally alive, but there was no one there. Just a few empty cans, some destroyed devices and graffiti on the walls.” Jody explained, some deception in her voice and Sam straightened, opening his laptop a little wider.

“Well, something else must exist. Another factory, an underground passage or an abandoned house. There must be a place where they keep them.” The younger brother declared, ready to find out where those poor people were trapped.

“Did you guys eat?” Jody suddenly asked and Sam didn’t even raised his head when he answered.

“Not hungry.”

At his sentence, Dean’s stomach growled in disapproval and he placed a hand on his belly, trying to reduce the sound. Sending an apologizing look to Jody and offering her an awkward smile, I couldn’t help but find him absolutely adorable. Even if he was still wearing this damn suit that made him look way more than adorable…

“I take this as a no. Well, I’ve grabbed something on the way so put this computer aside and help me set the table.” The older woman announced and the tallest man mumbled something, still not moving from the couch, the laptop on his knees.

“Sam Winchester. Put this laptop away, go change and come eat before you pass out on us. You’re not gonna fight monsters on an empty stomach.” Jody repeated, her voice a bit deeper and more serious. I couldn’t describe it any other way, it sounded like a ‘mom voice’.

At her tone, Sam raised his head and closed his laptop before placing it on the coffee table before him. I couldn’t help but stare at him for a second, astonished to not see him argue with her and when I turned my head towards my best friend, she seemed as stupefied as I was. From the short time – well, months – that we knew the Winchesters, Sam wasn’t one to back down or do something he didn’t want to do. And Dean had personally explained to me how his little brother didn’t even listen to him sometimes and only did as he pleased.

Maybe being a mom gave super-powers after all.

While Jody turned on the oven to heat up the lasagna – that looked insanely good – that she had picked up on her way home, Emily and I stood awkwardly between the dining room and the kitchen while the boys explained to Jody what they had discovered. She had pretty much found the same thing and knew where those monsters usually hid and it was crazy how normal it was to talk about those things for them. How comfortable and casual they were to debate on whether they were one or multiples to manage kidnapping those people. Emily and I shared a few looks during their conversation, having nothing to add but still carefully listening to them.

We didn’t know what to do with ourselves and it was probably showing.

Still talking about the case, Jody opened one of her closets and pulled five plates out of it, placing them on the counter in front of her. Then she opened a drawer and grabbed the cutlery we were gonna need. Her hands full of crockery Jody turned around and faced the brothers, the younger one not interrupting his guesses on the case when Jody handed them the plates.

“Here. Take a break and set the table. Please.” Jody asked and Sam grabbed the plates, stopping his thinking out loud but it was clear that he wasn’t finished with his mental researches.

At Jody’s request, Emily and I jumped from our spot and immediately joined the brothers to help them set the table, finally making ourselves useful. Once everything was on the table, Jody opened the oven and grabbed the scorching hot dishes while I picked up some glasses in a closet and gave some to Emily. Following the sheriff into the dinning room, she put the dish on the table and we handed a glass to each person at the table.

Sitting next to Emily, I chose the seat closest to Jody, therefore facing Sam while my best friend was sitting in front of Dean. I offered to serve everyone but Jody quickly stopped me, declaring that we were her guests. Sam wondered out loud where the victims could be while Jody placed a large slice of lasagna in Dean’s plate, the youngest brother wondering if it was possible to get access to the blueprints of the buildings of the town.

“Sam, no talk about work during dinner. I wanna find them too, you know I do. But let’s talk about something else while we eat.” Jody declared and I could see the frustration on the tall man’s face, not really happy to not be able to continue working on this case for now.

Then the dark-haired woman turned to me and asked how much lasagna I wanted.

“Hum, not much thank you. I’m not very hungry.” I answered a bit shy, not wanting to say no to the food she had kindly brought us. But she suddenly raised her eyebrows a little as though she had just realized something.

“Oh, right! You ate not that long ago.” She said and I nodded, confirming her thought. “Did you go to Botski’s?” She asked, a light smile on her face.

“Yes, it was really nice, you were right.” I told her and her smile widened. I didn’t know if she was happy to hear good things about this place from us or if she was glad we’d left and had a good time.

“What did you try there?” She added and looked behind me, at Emily.

“The bagels. They were really good.” My best friend said and I nodded in agreement.

“Wait. You left the house?” Dean’s voice suddenly interrupted us, his voice louder than our conversation.

I shyly turned my eyes towards him, nervous to see his disapproval. His eyes were focused and a bit hard. I gulped and nodded, playing with my hands under the table, my heart beating a bit faster in my chest as he furrowed his eyebrows, clearly not liking my answer.

“What?” Sam voice joined his brother’s, the disapproval and unhappiness clear on his features, making him even more intimidating than usual.

“Are you crazy? What if something had happened to you? What if the djinn had decided to pick you for its next victims?” Dean asked, his voice loud with worry and care but the veil of anger in his tone and the idea of the monster picking us made my stomach tighten and eye-contact impossible.

I timidly looked at Emily at the corner of my eyes and I could see that she was holding back, her breath was high in her lungs and she stood straighter than usual, her jaws clenching lightly. She was ready to retort something if he continued with this tone. My only explanation to her lack of comeback to Dean was that she didn’t want to yell in a stranger’s house, otherwise she would have already replied something in the lines of being free to do whatever she wanted. But Jody was faster and quickly cut Dean off.

“Hey! I did. I let them leave the house how they wanted to. It’s you two who decided to leave them all alone. So if you didn’t want them to be left alone, you shouldn’t have left without them. Did you expect them to patiently wait for you two to come back, quietly and motionless? Well, that ain’t working for me. They’re big girls and can take care of themselves. They did before they even knew you two and I think they handle it pretty well. So why don’t you trust them a little?” Jody defended us and my heart grew a bit bigger, appreciating her help.

“Wha- We trust them, it’s the monsters we don’t trust. And you know how dangerous it is, you’re the one who called us. They should have at least tell u-” Dean argued, his ‘they’ echoing as a ‘you’ meant for me.

I so should have sent that text…

“Dean Winchester. I wasn’t going to keep them prisoners in my own house. Calm down, they just went out for a bagel. You know me, if I was truly scared about their safety, I wouldn’t have left them alone. And if you’re not happy with this, maybe you shouldn’t have left without them.” Jody declared, putting an end to the discussion.

I dared look at Dean, the frustration to not being able to continue this argument and the discontent clear on his face, and the only thing I wanted was to apologize. Then I stole a glance at Sam who hadn’t said a whole word but his dark gaze said it all, making me unable to look at him either. So, the safest option and the most comforting one was my best friend whose face looked both stoic and embarrassed. I had no doubt that she was a bit uncomfortable that Jody had defended us that way, and I was too. But I could see in her slightly clenched jaws that she was frustrated to not be able to shoot back at Dean’s reaction.

Staring at my plate, I awkwardly played with the food, picking it with my fork and moving some salad leaves aside, hoping that the heavy air in the room was going to quickly dissolve while millions of apologizes burnt to escape my lips.

Emily’s POV :

I thought I was going to explode.

Even if I deeply wanted to retort that they had no say in what we could or couldn’t do, I wasn’t going to make Jody uncomfortable by arguing in her own house, at her dinner table. And even though it was very nice of her to defend us the way she had, I couldn’t help but feel bad that she did so. The last thing I wanted was to put her in a difficult position, even more because of us. Because of me.

But soon after putting an end to the topic of Eva and I leaving for lunch, Jody changed the subject. By asking some lighter questions and mentioning a certain Donna’s fishing trip with her boyfriend, Jody brought back a better mood, much to my best friend’s delight whose gears I could practically hear in my own head.

The boys’ unhappiness of our departure started to disappear too but every time I caught a glance at Sam’s gaze, even for the shortest second, the desire to make clear that we were free to do whatever we wanted came back twice as hard. The black look he was giving me every few times our eyes met made me want to glare back at him and face his disapproval. To ask him what his problem was. To made him say out loud what he was really thinking and the reason behind his silent glare. To make him express his aggravation so I could let out my own irritation. But I couldn’t. Not at Jody’s place.

So, in order to both keep my composure and my frustration at bay, I tried to not look at him but even when I succeeded, I could still feel his gaze on me. A gaze I couldn’t help but notice, even though I was forcing my whole mind and body to ignore it. A gaze I wanted to face all day long. A gaze I couldn’t help but enjoy, probably more than I should have.

“Sure. You know that if she needs help she can always call us, we’ll be there. Right, Sammy?” Dean’s voice suddenly brought me back to the conversation going on.

At his mention, my eyes locked with the youngest Winchester’s for a short second before he looked at Dean. He mustn't have paid much attention to the conversation either because he slightly frowned and asked.

“What?”

Dean quickly looked from his brother to me as though something was suspicious and I raised my eyebrows in an attempt to kill whatever thoughts he was having. Probably getting the hint, he finally looked at Sam.

“That Claire can call us if she needs help on a hunt.” Dean repeated what we both hadn’t heard.

“Yeah, sure.” Sam nodded, agreeing with the idea but I was sure that everyone could see in the gesture of his head that he wasn’t fully thinking about it. No one paid attention at the detached tone he used in his response and his eyes found mine again when he finished his answer.

Something warm appeared in my stomach and before I could think anything about it Jody asked if we wanted a desert, the happy squeal of Dean at the mention of pie bringing me back to Earth.

Once the last slice of pie was served and eaten by the glutton in front of me, Jody got up and grabbed the empty plate of lasagna.

Immediately, Eva and I followed her lead, taking the empty plates and cutlery and bringing them to the kitchen to put the dishes in the sink. Sam cleared the used glasses off the table while his brother put the drinks back in the fridge. Then the tall Winchester disappeared at the corner of the kitchen without a word, leaving us with Jody who started to roll up her sleeves.

“Wait, Jody, I’m gonna do the dishes.” Eva quickly interrupted her, reaching the sink before the sheriff could.

“Oh, you know you don’t have to.” Jody replied at the offer and my best friend shook her head.

“It’s fine, really. You invited us, the least we can do is help you out.” Eva explained and I joined her in front of the turned off faucet, agreeing with her.

“I’ll wipe the dishes.” I said, next to my best friend and Jody smiled.

“Well, thank you, girls. It’s very nice of you.” She declared, sending a knowing and dark look to the hunter still in the kitchen. Dean slightly looked at the ceiling as though he hadn’t heard and exited the room too, leaving us alone with Jody for the second time of the day.

“Thank you very much for dinner Jody, it was incredibly good.” Eva started the conversation as she washed a first plate. I grabbed the dish towel resting on the drawer, getting ready for when she was finished with it.

“I’m glad you liked it. Marco’s lasagna are the best, I can’t make them as good as he can.” Jody said and I smiled at her comment before taking the cleaned plate Eva was handing me.

The sheriff cleaned her kitchen counter, putting the few things on them in their right place and Eva took care of another plate. Once I was finished with mine I looked around, trying to find out where to put them and Jody joined my side.

“Here. I’ll put them away.” She said and I gave her the dish, thanking her and she knelt in front of a closet on my right.

“I’m gonna invite you more often if you clean this well. Claire and Alex aren’t really fond of doing the dishes.” She joked when straightening and Eva and I chuckled.

“Well we’re used to it, we don’t have a dishwasher back home. And it’s actually usually this way. I wash and Emily dries.” Eva explained and Jody smiled.

“I see that everything is in order. You two are a great team then.” She declared and Eva and I shared a look, a smile on our lips.

“Yeah.” I answered and Eva gave me another plate, winking at me before going back to her washing.

Then Eva gave me a third plate when Dean reappeared in the kitchen.

“Hey, Eva, do you have an extra phone charger for me by any chance?” He asked, leaning against a closet and my friend raised her head to look at him.

“Hum, no, I only have mine. Sorry.” She answered, her voice not as assured as usual, as though she wasn’t totally comfortable in this very moment.

“Can I borrow it?” He asked and she nodded her head, looking back at her hands squeezing the sponge.

“Sure, no problem. It’s in my bag upstairs.” She explained him and gave me another plate without meeting my eyes.

“Could you show me? I don’t know which bag is yours.” He said and I frowned. I was pretty sure he knew which bags were whose by now. I looked at my best friend again and felt her nervousness. I hated that.

“It’s the gray one, next to the bed closest to the door.” She answered and he moved away from the closet.

“Eva.” He said and she raised her head to look at him, leaving the dishes behind. “Do you mind showing me?” He repeated and even I had understood he wanted to talk to her alone. And as though she had suddenly understood it too, she raised her eyebrows.

“Oh.” She turned off the water. “Hum, sure.”

Eva turned towards me to borrow the dish towel so she could dry her hands and gave me a quick look. I frowned at her timid behavior and before I could try anything about it, she stepped away and turned to Jody.

“Sorry, I’ll be right back.” She declared and Jody stopped her with a movement of her hand.

“Don’t worry, Honey. I’ll take your place, it’s fine.” The woman replied and Eva nodded, shyly smiling before she followed the older Winchester out of the kitchen, leaving me with Jody.

Looking at Eva leaving, something tightened in my chest and it took everything in me to not just follow her. I just couldn’t stand seeing my best friend uneasy like that. I didn’t know what Dean wanted to talk to her about but she seemed nervous about it; and I sure hoped he wasn’t going to do or say anything stupid or I was going to have to punch him in the face.

I felt myself straightening as I remained alone with Jody. Of course I had seen that she was welcoming and friendly, but she was still a stranger to me and I didn’t feel comfortable with people I didn’t know. Even with the ones I knew. Sometimes. And finding myself alone with her meant I would be the one talking with her. I would be the one she would ask her questions to. And I was far from ready for that.

Jody turned on the faucet again and started to clean the rest of the dishes, the silence around us way more appreciated by me than the potential questions she could have. But unfortunately, the silence didn’t stay long.

“So, Sam told me you’re a doctor.” Jody broke the silence and after tensing at the mention of the younger Winchester, I realized her question was about my career. Something I was way more comfortable talking about.

“Yes, I’ve been working at the ER for a while now. It’s pretty intense but I’ve always wanted to be a doctor.” And it was the truth. As far as I could remember, I had wanted to be a doctor. To help people, heal them, helping them get better. Understanding the human body and learning about it. Making a difference.

“Oh I’m sure it is. One of my girls, Alex, she’s a nurse at the hospital. And I know it’s not the same thing but she’s always exhausted after being on duty all night.” She explained and I nodded, taking the next cleaned plate.

“Being on duty is exhausted for sure and for all the health care personnel. But even when not working at the hospital, nurses have a pretty exhausting job as it is.” I told her and I appreciated to hear the tone of my own voice, the honeyed and timid one slowly replaced by my natural voice’s timbre.

“That’s true. Does being a doctor run in your family?” She then asked, adding some dish soap on the sponge.

“No. But my mom’s a nurse.” I told her and Jody looked at me, a smile on her face.

“Really? She must be really proud of you. Everyone, actually. Being a doctor is such an admirable job. And from what I’ve heard, you’re a remarkable one.” She declared and I felt myself blushing. I quickly looked away from her gaze, uncomfortable at her kind words in my regards.

“Thank you.” I shyly said and knelt to put the last plate at its place, using this action as an excuse to be away for a second. To be able to take a breath.

“You have a very laudable profession too, you know. And not an easy one.” I told her, trying to steer the conversation towards her rather than me.

“You’re being kind.” She chuckled and I smiled at her, meaning my words. “But thank you.”

Afraid that she would ask another question, I decided to take action and wondered about her daughters.

“So, hum, your daughter Alex is a nurse. What does Claire do?” I asked and I didn’t understand Jody’s expression for a second. She seemed almost surprised but quickly, a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth when she looked at me again.

“Well, I try to get her into college, learn about anything she wants but she doesn’t feel that way.” She sighed, rinsing the cutlery before giving them to me. “She’d rather hunt and it’s not that I’m against the idea. Or maybe I am… the only thing is that she isn’t being careful yet, she’s too young and too inexperienced. And of course she’s too stubborn to want help. At least not from me.” She explained and I felt bad for Jody. She seemed to try so hard to keep them safe, it must be difficult to see their child doing something dangerous everyday.

“I just worry about her.” She finally said and I nodded.

If I had decided to go crazy and become a hunter, I had no doubt my parents would have been worried to death too.

“But enough about this.” Jody quickly said before I could reply anything. “The boys told me you and Eva were roommates. Where do you live again?”

I wanted to try and reassure her, even though I had never been really good at this but she quickly changed of topic. And even if I was willing to go pass my discomfort of personal confessions to try and help her out, I respected her desire to not talk about it. If I was trying to change of topic, I would like her to follow my lead too. So I answered her question.

“Topeka, in Kansas. We’ve been living together for a few years now, actually. We had talked about this as a dream since forever but we actually did it after I graduated.” I told her, remembering the late night conversation in our beds at our childhood houses, talking about the apartment we would share. Me dreaming about the window walls and Eva already imagining our sexy neighbors. She had been quiet disappointed when she met Mrs McCarthy instead of two handsome guys she would have declared ‘perfect for us’.

“It’s not easy to actually live your friend, even when you get along with them. But you two seem to pull it off very well.” Jody said with a smile and I nodded, agreeing with her.

“Yeah, I was a bit worried about this, actually. We were spending all of our time together, but it’s not the same as living with them 24/7. But we tried it and now we’ve found our own balance, so it’s great. And with our work, we can also have our own alone time.” I explained, silently asking her where to put the cutlery and Jody pointed to a drawer next to me.

“I’ve been with a roommate too, but during college. It was a long time ago, now.” Jody joked and I laughed at her comment. I didn’t know her age but I was sure she wasn’t as old as she pretended.

Trying to not think about it too much, I took a short second to appreciate how comfortable I was starting to while speaking with her. Maybe it was something that emanated from her or maybe the topic we were talking about, but I enjoyed how less tensed I was starting to be.

“Where you sharing a flat with friends?” I asked, wanting to know more about her and her time as a roommate. And she seemed to appreciate my question as she smiled.

“I’ve done both, actually. I started with two friends and it went pretty well until they moved away. Then I had to find new roommates, it’s more convenient to share a flat when you’re a student.” Jody explained and I agreed with her. Having a roommate both have bad and good sides and while I hadn’t thought about it, Eva had pointed out how financially better it was than when we had our own apartments.

“So after a few months alone, I decided to open the apartment to anyone willing to share a flat. That’s how I met one of my greatest friends, actually.” Jody continued and I smiled at her story.

“Wow, that’s great. I would have never been able to share a flat with a stranger. I admire you for doing that.” I told her, meaning it and she smiled again, both at my comment and the memories obviously coming to her mind.

“I was a bit scared, not everyone around me thought it was a great idea but it turned out pretty well. Sometimes you have to take that scary step to have something great happening to you.” She declared and something strange tightened in my chest at her words. She sent me a look I couldn’t quite understand and I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

Before I could say anything back, I felt my body slightly tensing on its own before a voice resonated in the room.

“Found it. I know where they’re hiding. I tell Dean and we’re ready to go.” Sam declared before I could see him and I slightly turned my head to look at him. His eyes found mine for a second before he looked at Jody again.

“Alright, I’ll get my things.” She said, turning the faucet off and drying her hands before she left the room. Sam sent me another look before joining her.

I hadn’t even realized I had trouble breathing correctly before I was left alone in the kitchen.

What the hell was happening to me?

Eva’s POV :

Making sure to leave the door opened behind me, I knelt besides my bed and grabbed the grey bag at the foot of it. Searching for my phone charger, I heard the door slam, making me slightly jump in the process. But what really startled me was Dean’s sudden loud voice.

“Have you lost your mind?” He strongly asked and I quickly raised to my feet and took a step back, taken aback by the sudden sharpness of his tone.

“Wha-what?” I stuttered, not understanding the sternness of his features.

“What were you thinking leaving this house? Do you realize how stupid and dangerous that was?” Dean questioned again, his voice rough and his eyebrows furrowed.

He wasn’t yelling, but it was just like it. My heart hammered in my chest when I understood we hadn’t come up here to take a phone charger but so he could let me know of his disapproval, away from everyone. I had already felt guilty at the dinner table, intensely regretting the choice made to leave this place. But after Jody’s talk and the way we had changed of topic, I had hoped that we had all moved on. Of course I would have had my own guilt to deal with but it would have calmed down eventually. It just needed a little time. But knowing that Dean was still mad at me about it wasn’t going to help for sure.

“I- We-… It was just…” I tripped over my words, incapable of thinking at the moment.

A part of me knew we hadn’t done anything wrong per say. Emily and I had talked about it, she had reassured me at the diner. And there was Jody. Their friend and sheriff of the town had declared that we could leave her house if we wanted. She had only asked for us to be careful. And we had been.

“We’re not here on vacation, this a case. A hunting job. There are djinns in this town kidnapping and killing people. And you go out for a bagel? Without telling me?” Dean continued, his voice strong and his brows almost touching each other.

“I… Jody said it was okay to go out. She just said to be careful.” I finally said, trying to justify myself and I hated how childish I sounded.

Dean let out a scoff at this and shook his head, looking at the ceiling for a short second before looking back at me.

“To be careful? And how careful have you been, huh? Do you even know what djinns do? I’ll tell you.” He started, his face closed and upset.

“Dean.” I tried to interrupt him. The last thing I wanted was to hear about some scary story. I knew we weren’t there for pleasure, I didn’t need a reminder. But as though he hadn’t heard me, Dean continued.

“All they need is one little touch and you go sleeping beauty, trapped in a perfect fucking dream life you never wanna leave. And during this time? They drain you from all your blood until you die. That’s what you want?” He raised his voice, taking one more step towards me and my throat clenched, my stomach tightening at his words.

I was gonna throw up.

“No! Of course not. Stop it, please!” I let out and turned away from him for a second. My throat still in knots, I could feel my blood quickly pounding in the veins of my neck. Dean didn’t move and thankfully, he stopped talking too, giving me some time to think. I took a shaky breath and looked at the floor, trying to regain some courage before talking again.

“I’m sorry.” I started, already feeling a bit lighter by just saying the words. “We were careful, Dean.” I said turning back to him, my voice quiet and as calm as possible, hoping the tone I’d use would make his calmer too. And would slow down my speeding heart. “Jody… Jody said to call her if we had a problem.” I continued and Dean immediately cut me off, jumping at my words and taking a step towards me.

“No. No, no, no. Something happens to you, you call me. Not Jody. Me!” Dean shouted and my heart jumped in my chest.

“I call you, Dean!” I said back, closing my eyes for a moment and I could feel my own voice breaking a little. I took a deep breath, my eyebrows furrowing as I poorly tried to keep my emotions under control. I raised my head and Dean’s face softened when our eyes met. “I call you. When Emily was missing, you’re the one I called. Not the police. You. If I’m in troubles, I would call you.” I reminded him, looking in his eyes.

“And you don’t have to try and scare me with all the horrible details, I’m already scared as it is. Don’t worry.” I let out, falling on the bed behind me and played with my hands in a nervous gesture. I could see the tips of Dean’s boots in my peripheral vision as silence remained in the room for a moment. Then I added. “I know you’re mad at me but please… Stop yelling.” I asked, closing my eyes at my request.

I hated this. I hated this so much. I didn’t want him to yell, I didn’t want him to be mad at me. I just… If only I had send this stupid text message…

I heard Dean faintly sigh in front of me before feeling the bed lowering next to me. Dean’s arm brushed against mine as he sat by my side and somehow I could breath a little more easily.

“I’m not mad… I’m worried.” Dean declared and something heavy left my chest at his words. I raised my head to look at him and he continued. “Sweetheart, I don’t want anything happening to you or Emily because of a stupid bagel.” He declared, his voice calmer and his eyes softer.

“I know… I know. I don’t want that either, you know.” I told him, looking away for a moment and stared at my hands on my lap. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but, Jody didn’t seem worried and we’ve been careful. I’m always careful.” I said and Dean put his hand on my thigh and I hadn’t even realized I was shaking it. I felt it calm down under his warm palm and took a quiet breath. My heart calmed down, my throat and stomach relaxed too and I felt a bit more like myself.

“I know, you’re careful, Eva. That’s not this I’m worried about.” He started and I bit my lip. “Listen, you just don’t know what it’s like to be under a djinn’s spell, okay. I do.” He confessed and I raised my head to look at him, surprise in my eyes.

I knew something had happened to him in relation to those monsters. I opened my mouth to ask questions, feeling like myself again, wanting to know more about what had happened. But Dean must have sensed that I was gonna ask questions and shook his head.

“Not now, please.” He asked and I closed my mouth, respecting his choice. I hoped that one day, he would tell me about this too. “Just… Promise me you’ll text me next time. Just let me know those kind of things. I don’t say I’ll be happy about it but…” He didn’t finish his sentence but I knew what he meant.

“But at least you’ll know. Got it.” I said, nodding. And I meant it, I got it.“I’m sorry, Dean, I didn’t mean to worry you.” I said seriously, finally holding his gaze and he gave me a light smile. I felt his thumb moving on my leg in a reassuring gesture and I tried to give him his smile back.

“And I’m sorry I yelled.” He said, searching my eyes and I appreciated it. This time I felt my smile reached my eyes.

Then Dean playfully pushed my shoulder with his, a smirk on his face, and all the previous tension in the room disappeared. “Was it good at least?” He asked, raising his eyebrows in curiosity and I frowned.

“Was what good?” I asked back and Dean tucked his chin at my question.

“Well, your bagel, of course.” He replied and my face relaxed in realization, a little smile taking place on my lips. Seeing his soft features made it all so much easier.

“Oh, yes. Jody gave us a very good address. I’m sure you would have loved it.” I told him, my grin widening at the change of topic.

“I’ll have to give it a try then. Even though I’m more of a burger kind of guy.” He declared with some pride in his voice, probably loving his own tastes and I chuckled at his face.

“Yeah, I noticed.” I told him with a smile, locking eyes with him.

Looking into each other’s eyes, it felt like all argument and tension had never happened. The silence surrounding us wasn’t heavy or stressful anymore but calm and quiet. Staring into his green orbs, my smile lightly faded and I felt the air shift around us. I wanted to know what had happened. I wanted to tell him I was having a really hard time keeping everything from Emily. I wanted to tell him I wasn’t enjoying hiding it. Hiding us. I wanted to tell him… I wanted…

Something was suddenly different and I felt my body moving closer to his on its own. As if pulled by an invisible strength, I turned my body towards his and his eyes fell on my lips before finding my irises again. My heart fastened when he lowered his head towards me, placing his hand on the side of my head and I ached to feel his lips on mine again. I closed my eyes in anticipation, felt his nose bumping into mine before his lips brushed against mine.

“Dean!” Sam’s voice from downstairs made me slightly jumped, breaking the moment and Dean sighed in front of me, resting his forehead on mine as he closed his eyes.

“I’m gonna kill him.” He whispered against my lips and I chuckled at his annoyance.

Then Dean straightened and moved away from me but kept a hand around my waist. Sighing again, he pinched his lips.

“What!” He screamed back to his brother and I cursed at his yell, turning my head away so he wouldn’t yell in my ear again. Surely, screaming from one room to another wasn’t the most enjoyable for ears. But apparently the brothers didn’t mind because Sam yelled back.

“Found it!”

Dean raised his eyebrows at Sam’s words and our eyes met. He must have found where the djinns were hiding. Where the victims were held captive.

“The hiding place?” He asked as to make sure they were talking about the same thing and Sam confirmed his thoughts.

“Yep. Now get your ass down here, we got to go.” Sam declared and he was right, if they knew where the djinns were hiding they needed to leave as soon as possible.

Dean stared at the door for a second then looked at me again. Searching my eyes for a moment, I didn’t know what he was looking for. But they couldn’t wait another minute here when people were in danger, I knew that. So, I patted his chest gently before moving him away.

“Go.” I simply told him and he nodded, standing up. I mimicked his movements and followed him to the door. But a tiny pressure appeared in my stomach and I needed to be sure of something before he left.

“Dean?” I stopped him, grabbing his wrist. The hunter turned towards me, eyebrows raised.

“What?” He asked and I slightly frowned.

“We’re good, right?” I shyly asked and Dean smiled at me, this simple expression easing everything.

“Of course we are. Now, come on.” He declared, grabbing my hand and leading me in the hallway.

Emily’s POV :

Dean and Eva went down the stairs and it felt like a breath of fresh air to see her. Not knowing what to do with myself between Sam and Jody once he had found out where the monsters were hiding, I was glad to see the familiar and comforting face of my best friend. And apparently, she seemed more relaxed than when she had left the kitchen. I was glad to see this and when her eyes found me, she offered me a wide smile, walking to me and confirming my thoughts.

“So, where are they?” Dean asked as he walked down the last steps.

“An old factory outside of town. The police department had already searched it, but didn’t found anything. But I had a feeling. So I looked it up and found the blueprints of it. Apparently, there’s a hidden basement in the left wing of the building. I’m sure they’re here.” Sam explained and I couldn’t help but feel a bit strange at the mention of the blueprints. This man could truly get any information he wanted.

Eva finally stood next to me, listening to the younger brother and I felt her head landing on my shoulder for a second. An affectionate gesture I appreciated. Then she put a light and discreet kiss on my sweater and I smiled at her when she straightened. I didn’t know the actual reason behind her loving gesture but silently enjoyed it.

“The original way to the basement ‘s been clogged, that’s why the police didn’t find it. But I’m sure they’re there. It’s quite, away from everything and everyone, in the dark. It’s the perfect location for them.” Sam continued, showing the blueprints as he talked and Dean nodded, not even doubting his brother’s theories.

“Alright. Let’s check it out, then.” The older hunter declared and Sam stood up from the couch, closing his laptop and putting it on the coffee table.

Jody, Sam and Dean, all three started to move around the living room, taking their coats, grabbing their keys, checking their guns. Preparing everything they needed to face the monsters they were heading to while we stood there.

“So, how can we help?” I asked, not wanting to be benched or locked in this house again.

But as soon as the question slipped from my lips, Sam raised his eyebrows at me and I stared at him. I knew we weren’t hunters but I was growing tired of being useless in this case and wanted to help them out. After all, there were people in danger and I wanted to help save them.

“No, you’re not coming.” Sam stated, understanding what I meant with my question. “This is way too dangerous and you aren’t prepared for this. So you’re staying here.” He declared and I hated him in this very second. I didn’t let anyone boss me around and tell me what to do. But as I was about to respond something, I met his gaze and shut my mouth. I didn’t know how he had managed to do that but I hated it. I hated him.

“We just wanna help you on this.” Eva tried, backing me up. I both loved her for this and hated how it made me feel like I couldn’t argue myself.

“We know. But it’s way too dangerous and you’re not hunters. We don’t want you getting hurt, that’s all.” He repeated and I clenched my jaws.

It had better not become the new excuse to everything.

“He’s right on this one, girls. I’m sorry.” Jody declared, incapable of supporting us in this argument. I knew she meant well but in this moment I just hated how everyone was babying us.

“Alright, let’s go.” Dean said, putting an end to all this and I glared at him too. But as though he was more open to discussion than earlier that day, he sighed and tilting his head. “We’ll call you if we need help, but for now, you stay here.” He said with a rapid smile and I rolled my eyes at his face.

All of them walked to the front door, Dean holding it so Jody could step out of the house first. Then Sam readjusted his jacket and sent me a look. A look that could both mean ‘Stay here. I’m serious.’ and ‘Stay safe.’ But I kept sending him a dark look, still upset to having to stay here again. Sam slightly clenched his jaws and I enjoyed the idea of annoying him, an imperceptible smile on my face.

Then he started to leave the house too but before he could fully step outside, Eva stopped him.

“Guys.” She called and both of them turned to look at her. “Be careful.” She asked and they nodded in sync, Sam leaving immediately after while Dean gave us another look.

“Lock behind us.” He declared and closed the door, leaving Eva and I alone again.

My best friend let out a sigh next to me and I turned to her, shaking my head when our eyes met.

“I hate them.” I told her and in this moment, I meant it. Eva chuckled, knowing what I meant and went to the door to lock it.

We were going to wait. Here. Again.

Ugh.

I hope you liked it ! Let me know if you did !

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[celiastjamesoscar]

Biotat

Hello queen! How are you doing?

I gotta start this off with saying how much I love a whipped Sam. A pout here or some puppy eyes there and Sam is melting immediately. It's so cute.

And Sam being whipped immediately!! So relatable. The first time I saw her I was on my knees. The same with Rs preference in women. I, too, love me a slightly psychotic and murderous woman. They're hot, okay?

I also wanna sleep with Sam... I SO wish to be in the puppy's place.

I know this is a Sam fic but I absolutely adore Tara in this one. She's so manipulative in a good way, a true menace and absolutely hilarious! I couldn't stop laughing when she was bullying kids and tripping them while ice skating.

So onto my Sam thoughts: Seeing her this excited and almost giddy to get to know R definitely surprised me on one hand but also was completely justified on the other. I suck at words so I can't really explain it but while Sam is more guarded and reclusive when it comes to new people, she's also still human and can't fight her curiosity and attraction. Her being an immediate simp and introducing herself, given how she actually prefers to stay anonymous and not known by people, is a huge indicator for her interest in R. To me that's significant because her name is now so unique and spread everywhere that Sam wants to have control over who gets to know her and who doesn't. Yet she chose to reveal it to R. Her yearning for a future with her and flirting just proves that despite Sam's harsh exterior and difficult past she still just wants a normal life and a partner who genuinely loves and cares for her.

It's definitely not easy to gain Sam's trust so the fact that she told R on her fourth lunch date is huge. R is that someone who can offer her a normal life but her fear keeps her from pursuing a relationship. Sam is a person who needs the support from her family, otherwise she would always hide away and stay that guarded person.

Honestly sometimes your writing really leaves me speechless because it's just so amazing and you always manage to make Sam a complex character that I'm just like "yes, exactly". Like sometimes I don't know what to say because you perfectly manage to analyze Sam's personality and write such a flawless story. Then I'm just sitting with my notes app open and think "damn, what else can I say about Sam and describe how awesome this story is"

A whipped Sam is the best thing on this planet!!

I also love a slightly psychotic and murderous woman, they are simply the best

I always love including Tara in all my Sam fics. This is probably my favorite fic that includes her as a side character and I like to think it pertains to her off-screen character that we don’t see much of. Like her being manipulative in a good way, like you said. And she definitely loves bullying little children, it’s definitely a hobby of hers.

Your thoughts on Sam are exactly what I thought when I wrote out this fic, it’s simply incredible to read over your words and recall every single thought that I had while writing it. Her name is something important to her and she hates that it is associated with the Woodsboro murders, so her automatically introducing herself to R is something so unique in the story and it’s secret message throughout the story is a favorite of mine, if I say so myself.

I want to say more about your examination of it, but your words are so perfectly put together it brings a few tears to my eyes

I feel like you are right there with me when I write out my stories and we bounce our ideas off of each other, it’s unbelievable how perfectly you pick up on the littlest of details in my stories <333

[mywritingonlyfans]

Love is in the small things. x4 / Dilfender x Reader. Fluff.

prompt: sam helping his lil' girl to bake a pizza for you + him making his kid repeat affirmative words to herself in front of a mirror because he'd be an amazing dad and we know that! (also if anyone is interested in sending me requests about dad fender i'd love to take them)

a/n: i posted that fic, a short version actually, of that in my old and deleted catb blog a while ago, so i'm sorry if you already read the creepy version of that.

At first Sam thought that what made him wake up was the dryness in his throat due to the heater, but when he felt thin, icy fingers touching his arm under the covers, his heart softened, forgetting what the weather was doing to him.

His baby just wanted his attention.

“Are you feelin’ cold, lil' one?” His voice scratched and he doubted she understood him.

Lylah was trying disastrously to steal a piece of cloth to herself.

Sam lifted the cover, allowing her to nestle into him. His arms squeezed her, pulling some purrs out of his girl, then filling his chest in comfort. Unbelievable that one day he had ever doubted about having children. That was, without any doubt, the best feeling he could ever feel, even more knowing that when he was on the road he couldn’t have much of her. He always wanted to have her around. Soon it would be happening again and he would be missing every minute of it.

“Mommy told me that I could stay ‘ere ‘til you wake up,” she murmured, snuggling into his warm even more.

“How long ago was that?” He asked. Usually, he would wake up before you, go out on the balcony, get a good look at the view and wait until you join him for a smoke. You would hug him from behind, hold him tight to yourself until Lylah wake up looking after you. That was a brief summary of his lockdown, he was having a great time with it.

“Not sure. Maybe 20 minutes or somethin’? Mommy’s workin’.”

Sam looked at the bedside clock, smiling to himself after reading once again the post-it note that you had left there a week ago written 'love you, babe xx’, and as expected, he had slept more than his new usual routine one more time.

“‘Kay,” he said, still processing it. “Are you well? why did you get up so early?”

“I’m fine. It was just a bad dream that made me wet bed,” Sam thought of a joke about it, but feeling her body shudder as she spoke, he gave up. “Then I waited ‘til one of you woke up to help me.”

“That’s okay, lil' one. There's nothing to be ashamed of.” He ruffled her hair, placing a kiss on her head, “Did ya have breakfast?”

She bobbed, “Mommy’s cooked fried eggs and mushrooms to me.” Lyla rubbed her belly with a happy face.

“Oh gosh,” he stood up, wrapping her girl like a burrito filling between the covers. “How could I miss it?” His hand was brought up to his chest in a dramatic frowning.

“No, don't get sad," Lylah laughed at him. "She saved a bit for you, ‘cause she loves you.“ She said simply, eyes far away as if reliving the breakfast scenario she had minutes ago in her head. "I think it was kind of automatic, but I saw her keeping some in a bowl on the microwave.”

Sam laughed at her words choices, making her smile spread because she knew he liked how she described feelings.

“Huh, I love her too, pumpkin. Did she eat?” He asked, knowing fully well that you barely eat when it was too early. Mentally, he noted himself that he needed to give you some snack before lunch.

“No,” She looked at him thoughtfully as he tried to make the bed with her slipping to the corner. “Can we cook lunch for mommy? Like somethin’ nice?”

She raised her arms for Sam to catch her. In which he gladly did, stretching the piece of sheet she was lying on a minute ago for a perfect bed.

“Sounds good. What do you have in mind?” He asked, wondering if inside her little mind ‘love’ meant cooking for someone you care about.

———

You had a pout on your lips and a bad posture attributing to your home office journey. Your concentration prevented you from paying attention to anything external that didn’t involve your work. It wasn’t even halfway through the day and you were already feeling so tired.

So, in the seconds Sam went through the door, placing a bowl of fruits near your desk top, he had gone unnoticeable. Something that was only possible thanks to your headphones, otherwise you would have recognized Sam’s steps around the house. He became noticeable to you when he rested his hand on your shoulder, placing a softly kiss on your temple. You hadn’t been scared but you felt your blood run cold when you heard a ton of ‘awn’ over the meeting. The look on his face said he knew what he had done, even if he didn’t intent to. Crooked teeth and an adorable shy smile on full display just for you, and a few other people on the call as well.

“I’m sorry, babe. I forgot those things are meant to be live now.” He spoke as soon as he saw you turning off your camera and microphone. You laughed at his cuteness.

It was still possible to hear a little rant about how nice Sam was when you were taking off your headphones, you were secretly loving it. Sam had definitely heard that too, your whole face was a hot mess at that.

“That’s okay,” you snorted, opening and closing your hands like babies do when they want to grab something. “That was a great way to say good mornin’.” You mumbled as he approached you again, allowing you to hug his waist.

“Good ‘cause I just stopped by to wish you a good day.” He brushed your hair off your face, patting your back in a tight grip.

He sealed his lips with yours and before his mind could take him to other fields you stopped him, “Lylah’s peeking through the door.”

“Oh, I could have thought of that. I told her to stay away from the office so as not to disturb you.” He clarified. “I told her that in a nice way, of course.” He explained. You could perfectly imagine him saying this to her and giving her a kiss on the forehead. “I‘ll leave so I’m not the one disturbing you, babe.”

You grunted, knowing that it was necessary even if it wasn’t what you wanted, “Sam,” you called for his attention, as if you didn’t have it already, before he was away from your body. “Thanks for this,” you touched the jar with your fingertips, just to let him know you liked it. A simple gesture that he always did and you’d always find quiet adorable.

He didn’t say anything else, just blinked an eye on his way to the door. Lylah’s laughter filled the broker right after, Sam had probably caught her on her way out, ticking her until she said she was sorry. You wanted to go there and watch the scene, but for now you’d be working.

———

“Daddy, is that enough?” Sam asked, her cheeks full of flour as she deposited more on the table.

Sam reserved the pot with sauce, walking over to Lylah; who seemed to be delighted with the idea that she was making her own pizza.

“That’s too much, pumpkin. No more flour for you,” he pulled out the bag out of her hands, making sure she didn’t fall off the bench she was on--failing on trying to reach his height. “The dough looks nice. You did a great job!”

“Does that mean we can open it?” She asked, wearing her best smile to convince him that she cloud do this.

Sam took one last look at the dough. He had prepared it last night with you, between kisses and sips of wine, it had potential. His girl would probably destroy it, but he couldn’t resist her.

“Here,” he said, handing her the rolling pin so she could do that, and also standing by her side to supervise what her little hands were capable of. With his help it could be a minor disaster. “You need to pour a lil’ bit flour and carefully roll it up, like that.” Using the remnants of flour she had left on the table, he waited for her to hold the roll so he could put his hands over hers. Was he really pretending to her that he knew what he was doing?

The end result was a crooked pizza shape, it was definitely not round and much less oval. He even tried to fix it, but as Lylah was proud of her it, he decided not to touch it anymore. He spread the sauce over the dough while she placed the tomatoes he had chopped up around the pizza. He was proud of her too.

“Can we put that green thing mommy likes?”

“Basil? You don’t like it Lylah,”

“I do not, but mommy does!” She put her hands on her hips, frowning at him. Cute, even though Sam knew it was a scolding. “We can make half mommy and half Lylah. And you can choose the one you prefer!”

He laughed, trying not to burst at her sweetness, “Sure we can, smart one.”

———

“Dad, you like my hair?” Her apprehensive voice echoed through the room.

"Why the question?” He frowned, watching her as her fingers ran down his arms. Her gaze wasn’t sad, but still worrying, and they avoided looking him in the eye even through the mirror. “I like your hair, it’s a good mix of me and your mam.” He affirmed, resting his chin on her shoulder. Her arms hugged her torso, she looked gloomy, and as wrong as it seemed, watching her standing on a bench in front of the mirror was the cutest thing in the world to him.

“I wish it looks like yours.” Her eyes filled with water, breaking his heart.

Sensing that she would turn to him, knowing that whenever she cried, she snuggled into his chest for a save location, he held her in place as he lifted her chin a bit. “Hey, you’re pretty as fuck.” He whispered, making Lylah’s eyes widen.

“Still —“ He shook his head, before her momentary negativity could answer for her.

“I won’t let you say anything negative about yourself, pumpkin.” Sam hugged her waist, studying her face in the mirror. “You don’t think you’re pretty?”

Lylah remained silent, glancing at him for a moment. The answer never came.

“Okay, look at me,” he said, waiting for her to do as he asked. “You are beautiful, like the most beautiful girl in the world, your hair is beautiful, just like all your looks, I love hearing your voice, seeing your eyes shining, your freckles and so many other things about you.” Sam said it all at once, pouring his heart out. Lylah, embarrassed but feeling a bit better, had her lips between her teeth to hide a smile and her eyes were devoid of any trace of tears after her dad’s words. Sam felt good in his role as her father, he would never let his girl think less of herself. “Go, now say that out loud.”

“What?” She tensed in his arms, looking at him dubiously.

“Yep, exactly what I said. Repeat after me, huh?” She agreed. “I’m beautiful.” He said in his steady voice, with a smile on his face to encourage her.

Lylah took a deep breath, looked at him, dropped her arms to her sides, closed her eyes and repeated it out loud.

“Perfect, see?” Sam assured her, nodding his head excessively, making her let out a hearty laugh. “Now with your eyes open, I’m a amazing girl.”

She kept herself cheerful, radiant before his eyes, “I’m a amazing girl.”

“I am powerful, capable and smart.”

“I am powerful, capable and smart.” She said even louder this time, warming Sam’s chest.

“I’m very proud of you, girl!” Sam exclaimed, noticing you smiling beside the door. You shook your head as if asking not to mention you were there. He knew you wanted to make it their own moment, even if you always said the same thing to her every morning before she got up.

“Can I have braids tho?” She asked, taking his attention away from you. She already had a scrunchies on hand and his cell phone for him if he needed it. He could already imagine you holding back a laugh.

Sam certainly didn’t know what he was doing. Lylah was trying to help him, with all the excitement she had in her now, but that was just getting in the way; he was being patient. Like he’d always be for her. The way he arched his brow, with a small pout on his lips as he struggled to understand a braid tutorial on YouTube was the cutest thing ever and all you needed after hours of work. It was obvious that the braid would be all messed up, but Lylah liked it because he'd done it.

“Here, let me finish this for you, babe.” You patted his arm.

Lylah’s face lit up in a huge smile, making your belly do somersaults. On the other hand, Sam was relieved that she would have a perfect braid. In a deep breath, he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“You won’t believe what me and daddy did for you?”

You knew what it was. After all, you had made the initial steps with Sam the night before. It was already Sam’s plan to put her to cook since you went to the market last week to buy ingredients that you wouldn’t normally have at home.

“I can’t imagine what it is, pumpkin. I just know it smells like heaven.” you commented, pinning her braid that you had done in about three minutes.

Sam snorted in disbelief. “How can ya do that?”

You laughed as Lys wrapped her arms around your neck, giggling at Sam’s reaction with you. “Thanks daddy, but mommy’s the best.”

———

“Don’t let her spy!” She exclaimed. Sam’s hands was covering her eyes as you entered the main room. At every step, your belly felt happier.

You didn’t expect much. Lys was stubborn and Sam didn’t fail to fulfill her wishes. Still, it warmed your heart, you couldn’t wait to see the result of it; you’ve been thinking about it all day.

Free from Sam’s hands, you showed Lylah your best expression of surprise, “Oh god, did you make pizza?”

“Yeah, for you.” She said beaming; big blue eyes and soft spots on her cheeks that were similar to Sam’s.

“You did it by yourself?”

“Dad helped,” she quickly replied.

“But the whole idea was hers. All credit goes to her.” Sam added, sitting on the floor while bringing Alice with him.

“That’s awesome! Do you want to cut it to pieces and have the first slice, pumpkin?”

She nodded, hesitating to take the pizza cutter from your hand.

Putting the pizza on the coffee table, next to her and Sam, you held the shape for her, guiding her through words so she could succeed.

Carefully, she did it, picking up a crooked and sloppy slice in her hands. “The first one is for you, and the second for you.” She gave Sam another messy piece.

It tasted surprisingly good, and by the look on Sam’s face you knew he was thinking the same thing.

“This is freakin’ good, pumpkin!” He praised, sharing his slice with her; that by the expressions she had on her face, same to what her dad did minutes ago, made you sure she had liked it too.

“I loved it, thanks, pumpkin,” you smiled, watching her snuggle up to Sam’s chest as he tried to prevent her from making a mess. “Next time, I’ll be your helper.”

“Aye, can we make cookies for daddy? With lots of drops of chocolate? Just like dad loves, huh?”

Her cheek was resting slightly on Sam’s chest, her voice still radiated happiness but in a more subdued way, her busy day was starting to take its effect. Sam started rubbing her back, kissing her hairline so softly that it would be a matter of minutes until she fell asleep on his arms.

Sam’s body vibrated in a soft laughter and you didn’t know if it was because she was asleep in his arms or because of what she had said about him.

“We’re going to bake the best cookies for Dad.” You whispered, leaning your head against Sam’s shoulder. His hair brushed across your face, making nice tickles that made you want to move closer to him. Her eyes slowly closed as her fingers tightened on Sam’s shirt, the last thing she could do before falling asleep was let out a cute sigh while snuggling up in a better position against dad’s chest.

You took Sam’s hand in yours, getting some of his warm to yourself. Then, he brought it to his lips, placing several kisses there. He smelled fresh. You kissed his cheek, enjoying the silence while admiring his shaved beard and curls on the back of his head and his so well-designed lips and soft spots and eyes, “I promised I’d read to her tonight,”

“Well, I don’t think it will be necessary,” he replied while you yawned in your hands. “Do you want me to read you to sleep, babe?”

“Not really,” you wrinkled your nose, nuzzling into his side. “Although sleeping listening to your voice is never a bad thing.”

He laughed, “I’ll put her in bed. Then I’ll came back and pick you up, ‘kay?”

“Okay,” you mumbled, kissing Lylah’s head, helping him to wipe her mouth and hands. “I love you, pumpkin. I wish you all the sweet dreams.”

You lay down on the rug, watching him get up with her clinging to his chest like a doll as he was being careful not to hit her around the house.

“Sammy,” he turned to you, with his tired eyes while nodding sweetly. Then, he smiled showing you his crooked, perfect teeth. “I love you.”

“Oh, I fuckin’ love you too, babe.”

[homosexuality-at-its-finest]

Thanks for answering my last ask about the requests! 🥰

If possible I'd like to request something: male reader is Steve Roger's adopted son (adopted after he came back from being frozen lmao) and the reader is secretly dating Peter Parker!

I don't know if it's too specific or too complicated, but I was imagining something like: reader is like an avenger too. He doesn't have powers but has fighting skills and is a very sneaky and swift fighter much like Black Widow. He fights occasionally but his father is always hesitant on letting him participate in highly dangerous missions, he's very protective of his son. That would all just be like background information just give the story some base, but the plot itself i was thinking was just about Steve discovering his son is dating Peter - and, with that, discovering reader is gay - and he gets protective, possibly interrogates Peter and stuff like that. Obviously very fluffy at the end with everyone happy but I guess you can just work on it how you think it's best! If it's too vague or too complex I can try to rewrite the request if you'd like ☺️

Maybe Steve discovers that during a mission! I think that would be interesting - if you like it of course!

Plot: Requested

Pairing: Steve Rogers & Son reader + Peter Parker x Male reader

Y/n: Your name

N/n: Nickname

H/c: Hair color

Warnings: Fighting, cursing, blood, protective dad TM Steve, character injury, coming out, supportive Steve, adopted reader, fluff, slight angst, kinda Steve’s POV

Word count: 1236

Being the son of Steve Rodger’s, aka Captain America had never been an easy feat. He had adopted Y/n after he got out of the ice, needing someone to have in the complete mystery the world was to him. He immediately loved the spunky boy, who was outspoken and reminded him of his younger self.

On many occasions’ Y/n came home with bruises littering his body, but a boyish smile adorned on his lips. The boy just seemed to find trouble without even trying, so Steve decided to teach his son how to fight. It was quite a surprise when Y/n was a complete natural, able to take his father down after a few weeks of training.

The teenage boy’s confidence only seemed to grow with training and fighting, and much to Steve’s displeasure his son ended up joining the avengers. It was one of the only times the father and son argued, going from screaming at each other to the silent treatment for days.

Steve had to admit, his son could kick some serious ass, even beating Clint during a spar, leaving the assassin on the mat groaning in pain and eventually tapping out. Then came in Peter parker, in all his geeky glory, immediately drawing his son’s attention. Steve was hesitant about the boy; he didn’t want Peter causing more trouble for Y/n in the long run.

The father couldn’t deny that his son seemed happier when Peter came into his life, spending most of his time with the young genius and his friends. It was like a moth to a flame, Y/n gravitated towards the boy in a way Steve couldn’t place a word to. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think his son was enamored with Parker. He promptly reminded himself that his son wasn’t gay (There was no issue if he was though) Steve just assumed his son would tell him if that was the case.

That belief was completely changed on a mission though, Y/n and Peter accompanied the team, taking down one of the last HYDRA bases that was left. He had to admit that the kids were holding up well, he could see his son flying around, adorned in all black, including the black mechanical wings on his back. Y/n had made those himself, claiming that they needed more air support than just Tony, Rhodey and Sam.

Every time Steve watched Y/n fly around he felt his heart jump out of his chest, he knew his son could handle himself, but damn it, it was a paternal instinct. “How are we looking up there?” Steve called over the comms, watching as the three flying beings fought off any air support, and diving down to help when needed.

“Well pops judging by the fact that we’re all heading towards the ground for support I’d day good.” Came his sons sarcastic reply, and Steve had to hold back a small smirk. Usually, he’d reprimand someone for talking like that, but Y/n was a special case.

“N/n could you head my way, kinda getting swamped over here.” Parker’s high pitched and young voice rang through the comms, and Steve watched as his beloved son took off once more. He could hear the two young superhero’s grunting and making banter back and forth over the comms as the fight continued.

What took the captain off guard was the sound of his son crying out in pain and the panicked sound of Peter calling out “Y/n!” It felt like someone had grabbed his heart and ripped it out of his chest as he heard Peter call “We have an agent down! Y/n’s down!” Never in Steve’s many years of life did he move as fast as he was right now. Anyone who got in his was down before they could even raise their weapon.

When he saw Peter cradling Y/n against his chest, fingers brushing through his son’s H/c hair, the panic only worsened. The mask Y/n wore was ripped off, lying on the ground beside him; and Steve could clearly see the blood leaking from his son’s side.

As the super soldier got closer, he could hear Peter rambling quietly. “It’s okay baby, I know it hurts.” The teenagers voice sounded so broken; it made his chest tighten even more. “Your dads coming and then we’ll get you to med bay, you’ll be good as new.” He reassured Y/n. Steve couldn’t even bring himself to care when Peter leaned down and pressed a kiss to Y/n’s lips, giving the other boy a tight smile.

From there everything felt like a blur, Steve carried Y/n to the jet and next thing he knew his son was in recovery, a tired smile on his face as Steve entered the room. “Hey pops.” Y/n’s voice sounded so tired and strained, it made Steve want to break down and cry.

“Hey kiddo, how’re you feeling?” He questioned, sitting in the chair beside his son’s bed, immediately holding his hand. “Like I got shot twice.” Y/n deadpanned, giving his father a cheeky grin. Steve huffed out a tired laugh, eyes running over his son’s bruised body. “Yeah, yeah that makes sense.” The soldier chuckled lightly, giving Y/n’s hand a squeeze. The two sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, the only sound in the room was the rhythmic beeps of the heart monitor. After a few moments of psyching himself up, Steve spoke.

“So, you and Parker huh?” He kept his voice light, eyebrows furrowed slightly. His son’s cheeks flushed, looking away from his father. “Oh, uh yeah.” He could hear the beeping increase slightly. “Why didn’t you tell me kiddo?” He questioned, feeling a bit hurt that his son had kept something so important from him.

“I didn’t know how you’d react, being from the 40’s and all...” Y/n trailed off, eyebrows furrowed a bit. Steve felt his stomach twist a bit. Y/n was scared he wouldn’t accept him being gay? “Oh sweetheart, I don’t care if you’re gay, I love you no matter what, you’re still my baby boy.”

The smile Y/n gave him put the sun to shame, making a smile spread across his own lips. “How long have you and Peter been together?” He questioned lightly, his thumb brushing over the teenagers’ knuckles. “6 months.” Y/n replied shyly, flush darkening under his father’s questioning. That continued for about an hour before Peter entered the room, and immediately the protective dad mode came out.

“So, Parker what are your intentions with my son?” Y/n let out an indignant sound, slapping his dads’ arm. Peter’s entire face flushed bright red, looking like a deer caught in headlights. “T-to make him happy, sir.” Came Peter’s shy reply, glancing over at his boyfriend for help.

“Pops, seriously? Leave him alone.” Y/n gave his father an annoyed look, making Steve shrink back slightly, his kid was slightly terrifying, okay? The father watched as the two boys interacted, watching them for a few moments, before excusing himself from the room. If he came back later and the two were curled up in bed together asleep, well he wasn’t going to say anything.

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

okay so WILD WEDNESDAY THOUGHT i’m hard of hearing and i’ve had this thought buzzing around in my brain for a little while so here we go.

okay so i was thinking about how fun it would be to teach sam some sign language, i know he’d be genuinely interested in how i communicate in certain environments. he’d want me to show him some easier ones but i just keep thinking about how fun it would be to try to teach him while cockwarming him.

Ooooh lucky for you, I know sign language.

It all starts with the both of you catching your breath together, on top of Sam as he holds you tightly to him, his cock still buried deep inside you. "I think we need a sign to say that 'I need to fuck you asap'." He says, still a bit out of breath. You just giggle into the crook of his neck. "Do you want me to teach you sign?" You ask, turning your head to smile at him curiously. "I mean, I'd love to learn actual words, but this one seems pretty important to know." He explains, making you grin and sit up to look down at him from his place beneath you, one of your favorite places to have him.

"There is a sign for 'fuck', if thats what you're looking for?" You say, feeling him still deep inside of you, feels so warm, so soft and good. Sam groans at the tad bit of overstimulation as you sit up, "Mmm, yeah that works." He smiles, eye lids a bit heavy as he looks over your body, shining in the afterglow of sex. His hands rest on your thighs, cementing your place on his pelvis. "Take both your hands, make two peace signs, bring your inner wrists to eachother and bounce them off your inner wrists, like this." You demonstrate for him, he grins as he reciprocates your movement. "It's pretty crude, the fingers in the peace sign are supposed to be like spread legs." You giggle at the ridiculousness of the sign. "I like that, pretty dirty." He says softly, still doing the sign. You lean forward a bit, adjusting above him, your clit catching in a way that makes you tighten around him. You softly gasp at the sensation, so good post orgasm.

"But don't get that confused with the sign for 'work', that's almost the same sign but with no peace signs and one wrist over the top of the outside of the other wrist." You explain with caution. "Speaking from experience?" Sam teases. "Maybe..." You grin, placing your hands on either side of his head on the pillow, getting closer to his face. "You feel so good like this." You whisper, feeling his cock halfway hard inside you, all your movement and warmth bringing him back to you.

He brings his hand between the two of you, his thumb and pinkie pointing back and forth at you both, the sign for 'same', a sign you taught him a while ago, he uses that one alot. You giggle at his fained innocence, acting as though his dick isn't still buried inside you, along with all his cum from moments ago. "Pretty baby." He says, kissing you on the tip of your nose.

The two of you spend the rest of this lazy morning showing him more signs, mainly dirty ones, given the circumstances. All the while the both of you slowly find the need for eachother growing again. "Whatcha thinking about baby?" You ask him, intentionally clenching around him. He brings his wrists together, "You wanna work?" You smile at his mistake, "Dammit." He whispers, adjusting his wrists and fingers, "Oh, you wanna fuck me baby?" You tease, rolling your hips over him. He runs his hand over his chest, the sign for 'please'. You roll your eyes at his neediness. "Only because you're my best student." You tease before he rolls the both of you over and takes you all over again.

[herstarburststories]

Sexual Preferences: Sam Winchester Versions

A/N: Dean's version

Sam Winchester

Definitely a Dom. Sweet before and after sex, unrecognizably assertive during it.

Loves holding you close through your orgasm.

Favorite position: face-off, especially on the edge of the bed.

Sweaty sex.

HAIR PULLING! HAIR PULLING! HAIR PULLING!

Firstly from him, but then you would find his little dirty secret.

Run your fingers through his hair slowly during sex, and then pull him closer to you as you pull his hair and kiss his jaw/collarbone.

He will let his beard grow sometimes and rub it against your cheeks, neck and belly when he's following his path to your pussy.

He is very vocal. Not in a dirty way, but loud.

Impala sex? Check. You two got caught? Yep.

Dean was such a drama queen about it PLEASE we all know how much he loves Baby.

Dean: Are you seriously!? Sam is finally getting some, that's good. But in my car? Where is the respect? I already have to hear you two fucking like two animals and Sam moa-- No, SCREAMING when we are at the motel and now my Baby is going to smell like ASS. Well, if it was only (Y/N)'s butt...

Lots of cuddling after sex.

His fingers are wonderful. Perfect for fingering, and that you know very well.

You have to wear glasses sometimes because some books can be old as fuck and the letters are small. This turns him on a lot.

You tried to help him with cooking once, but it caused you to use cherries in a very old-school way.

A bit college revival and drink tequila on his abs.

You love scratching his abdomen.

His shoulders!

Go running with him and end up being fucked against a tree. Life be like that sometimes.

After Lucifer!Sam

Sub, please. There is so much going on, he just wants to feel good.

Aka Sam who is delirious and having hallucinations.

He just wanna feel fine for once.

Most likely to cry when he comes, he's really fragile.

Be a loving Dom.

Lots of kissing. Literally every inch of his/your body.

And much talking.

Y/N, between kisses: t's okay, babe. I'm here. See? This is real. Me and you. No one can hurt you. You are safe. I got you.

Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift playing.

Praise kink.

Loves blowjobs.

Giving and receiving.

Lots of licking.

Rimming or just anal play.

No restrains!

Nipple play with him.

Making out for long minutes before getting to sex itself.

Looking in the eye, starting in slow motion and then increasing the rhythm.

Your body pretty much becomes a refugee.

Psych!Sam

WARNING: VERY EXPLICT BLOOD KINK for obvious reasons

Probably a switch, but not into very sub kinks.

Aka demon's blood addict who has visions sometimes.

Not necessarily rough, but very intense sex. He needs to let it all out and this is a pleasurable way to do so.

Threesome with Ruby.

She's usually the top for you, and the bottom for Sam.

And you are sometimes the top for Sam.

Obviously develops a blood kink.

At first, it would be drinking Ruby's blood before sex since he kept a few small syringes with it. Doing that gave him stamina and turned him on a lot because he could literally feel the power fulfilling his veins as he fucked you, everything was amplified.

But then, you had the idea of spreading a few drops of it on your body, so he could lick it.

Which leaded to him sucking your blood.

And you did that a fee times with Ruby.

There is no knife kink, but once he used one to cut you open for thirsty reasons and ended up fucking you with the knife's handle.

Your body is full of hickeys because biting and sucking.

Loves when you ride him.

Throwing you against the wall is a big go.

Fucks you after every hunt.

Your waist usually is full of purple because he grabs it roughly during make out and fucking.

He always asks if you're okay after.

His back is made of scratches thanks to you.

Sometimes he sees you cumming before you actually do as a vision.

(Y/N), noticing that Sam was giggling after sex: What?

Sam: Nothing, I just-- Well, you came exactly as and when my vision showed. I saw in the clock next to bed.

Soulless!Sam

Sort of switch because strongly follows the 'don't knock it till you try it', but is really mostly Dom.

Bro, this is one kink boy.

Toys? Give him all the toys, so he can use them on you.

Improvised ropes with motel sheets.

Bondage.

Slightly pet play.

Thigh riding on him.

Handcuffs.

Anal sex.

Public sex.

Voyeurism. If he can't find a random person willing to engaged in sex you for his entertainment, then he's gonna pay for one.

But careful: both of you need to moan for his name, even if he is just watching it.

Choking, he likes to see how far he can get you.

Obviously masochist during sex, mostly with actions than words. Although, he can get vocal.

When he does, it will show some dirty talk laced with humiliation. He can say some harsh things— and probably will.

Will try sadist from time to time. For clear reasons, that won't affect him much, but it still does. And it feels interesting, good even to feel something.

While we are still at it, cock and ball torture.

AU!Sam

A soft Dom.

Nipple clamps. Specifically Gold Nipple Cramps.

Remote controlling. Vibrating panties. Homeboy loves it. Sometimes he will play it, while you two aren't even in the same room.

Likes to put on some music to set the mood.

Shower sex.

He always showers after sex, so shower sex is just the perfect fit for him.

Slightly roleplay kink, just in the beginning of sex.

Usually glasses on during sex, but he won't wear them if he's using his mouth to please you.

Let's go with ropes again, but this one is silk.

HIS SILK SCARF IS VERY USEFUL.

You wearing dresses is a big go for him.

Just like you with hair tail.

A bit of discipline play.

You love his hair bump and to pull it.

Once you got him to have sex during a flight. That's the most edge for him.

Besides all that, he's mostly vanilla sex.

Hunter: @demonhunterbarbie (OPEN)

[thewolfswriting]

The Dangers Of A Demon Chapter 4

Pairings: Demon Alpha!Dean x Katarina Morgan (Omega OC)

Word count: 2,136

Chapter Warnings: Profanity, Knotting, Oral, Dub-Con 18+ content just don’t read if you’re a minor

Taglist: @charmed-asylum​

Divider By: @firefly-graphics

"Y-you claimed me! Why? Why would you do that?!" She screamed at the demon with tears and in horror.

The cramps and pain that came with her heat were gone. That she was grateful for but she didn't expect to be claimed by anybody, and that included a demon Alpha.

"Yeah, you see, that's what happens after an Alpha knots an Omega. We both know you already knew that." There wasn't an ounce of sympathy in his voice.

She touched the fresh bite on her neck and winced "I didn't want to be claimed." She sobbed "You claimed me on purpose."

He shrugged "If that's what you wanna think and  just because I claimed you don't mean I still won't kill you."

That didn't make the situation any better. However, only part of her wished he would kill her but only for the fact that she's been claimed by an Alpha that's a demon. But if he knew that he would just draw it out even longer.

---

"S-sheriff Morgan, sir? There's a guy here. He's here to see you."

Sheriff Morgan cocked an eyebrow "About?"

"He says he's here about the three Omega cases and his brother. He didn't tell me his name but he insisted on seeing you."

While confused, sheriff Morgan strutted towards his office to see someone sitting in front of his desk he hadn't seen in a long time "Sam Winchester. Haven't seen you in a long time. What can I do for you?"

"It's not about what you can do for me. It's about what I can do for you. I know your daughter is missing and I'm assuming Dean is here somewhere."

"Yes, he's here. He is also responsible for the three Omega's that are now dead. Sam, he has my daughter."

"I know."

"How so?"

"I know my brother better than anybody. Once he found out Katarina's your daughter, it became a game to him. It makes the kill more interesting." Even though Sam's tone showed sympathy, he also stated facts.

"Do you have an idea where he might've taken her?"

"Somewhere nobody can find her. We find her, we find Dean. I already interviewed someone, a guy named Tony."

"Yeah, Tony owns the diner outside of town."

Sam opened his notepad "He said there a scent he smelled. The kind of smell when an Omega goes into heat. He smelled it a few miles from the diner two night before"

Of course sheriff Morgan felt the fear he was dreading. The fear of his daughter going into heat with the man that kidnapped her and is going to kill her.

The words Dean said to him instantly replayed in his head "I can wait until she goes into heat, take what I want and then kill her"

He was beginning to lose the hope he had held onto since Katarina went missing. But now that Sam came into town, that hope instantly came back "Looks like we have our first lead."

"Looks like it."

---

Dean's claim mark on Katarina's neck still throbbed with pain even though it was half-healed. Once completely healed it would scar and she knew that. She tried not to make any sound of pain but no matter how hard she tried, he would hear it anyway.

The thought of trying to escape again crossed her mind. The stabbing with the knife, she could try that again, instead of stabbing him once she could stab him twice or three more times. But he heals quickly. So there goes that idea.

She remembered the window in the bathroom, so the idea of climbing out racked her brain. Only if she tried, surely he would hear her and catch her like last time.

Until he kills her, she's trapped.

---

The sound of the ax splitting the wood is what helped Dean somewhat get rid of his anger. For two days he's had to listen to her whimpering and sobbing of pain. All because of the claim mark that's currently half-healed on her neck.

For the most part he ignored it. But then eventually he got pissed at her and would yell at her. Even told her he would "rip out her vocal cords, then she wouldn't be able to make any noise"

"Omega's really can't handle pain." He said to himself

In some ways, Dean thought it was stupid of him to claim her. But most of it was out of Alpha instinct. He was able to control it with the other three Omega's and the others before them. With her, he couldn't help himself.

He should've just killed her after he knotted her. At least he wouldn't have any more visits from Crowley.

---

"Good evening, Dean."

"Damn it, Crowley! What do you want now?!"

"The Omega, she still alive I presume?"

"Like I've said I'm-"

"Dragging it out yes, I know" Crowley interrupted "It's been nearly a week, Dean. Never have you once dragged a kill out this long."

"What's your point?"

"Tell me, did you knot her like you did all the other Omega's before you killed them? Did you claim her too?" He took a step toward the demon.

"So what if I did? Just because I claimed her doesn't mean I still won't kill her."

"Alphas don't kill their mates. But like you just said, just because you claimed her doesn't mean you won't kill her. Now, get the job done."

---

When Dean came back inside the cabin Katarina was already asleep. He sat on the little stool in front of the fireplace and stacked the logs to build a fire. At least the smell of the burning wood would help mask her intoxicating scent that still clung in the air of the cabin.

Before crawling in next to her he removed every bit of clothing. He laid down next to her for what seemed like hours. Mostly, he watched her sleep. Sleep was the last thing on his mind. He could still smell her scent. The blanket, the bed, the whole cabin smelled like her. The only other scent he could smell mixed with her's was his own.

The longer he laid there and took in her sleeping form the more her scent got to him. While scooting closer to her he ghosted his lips along the side of her neck and over the mark, taking a moment for his tongue to lick over the wound. As she rolled over on her back she whimpered and a low growl rumbled from his chest.

Gently he pulled her shirt over her head and began pressing kisses down her naked chest and down her stomach. Unbuttoning her jeans he ever so slowly dragged them down her legs with her panties. She moaned in her sleep as the Alpha spread her thighs and pressed open-mouthed kisses on her skin along the inside of her thighs. He wanted to bite her, give her another claim mark that wasn't on her neck. But he held back, he didn't want to wake her up that way.

Just as he suspected, she was already slick from basically doing nothing to her. He took his index finger and dragged it along her wet slit and up towards her clit, her hips jerking at the contact.

"Dean?" The Omega's eyes fluttered open even though she was still half asleep. She looked down just in time to see Dean's eyes on her as his tongue pushed between her folds "What-"

She tried to pull away from him, but his arms tightening around her thighs halted her protest "Shh it's okay 'mega. Alpha just wants to make you feel good."

Finally, his tongue sought out her sensitive, pulsating clit. Still, he kept his eyes on her, watching her expression as he gave her a solid lick against her bud before closing his lips around the oversensitive spot.

It was different when she wasn't in heat. Well, to her it was anyway. When she was in heat she couldn't control the waves of pleasure he gave her, or the intoxicating scent of her arousal her body radiated. But it seemed like it didn't matter whether she was in heat or not, her inner Omega couldn't deny the physical pleasure he was now giving her. But still, the shame was there.

Dean growled against her as he continued to work on her cunt, his tongue sliding down to her opening and collected some of her slick. Her wet walls clenched around nothing as he pulled back "Taste just as good as the first time."

A smirk spread across the Alpha's face when her hips bucked against him. He knew exactly what she needed. Without warning two fingers entered her now swollen, soaked cunt, instantly finding that sweet, sensitive spot deep inside her. Her breaths became raspy as he lazily twisted and turned the two fingers that currently occupied her inner walls. He turns his attention back to her clit, moving his head from side to side and his fingers quickened their pace against the spot inside her.

"That's it, cum for me 'mega" He says as her breathing grew raspy.

Soon she's screaming from the sheer force of her orgasm that crawled through her veins. Like last time he continued to finger and lick her until her body shudders against him. Only this time, she didn't have to beg him to stop.

"Need you on my cock, "mega!" He sits back, hauling her onto his lap, and arranged her legs on either side of his hips.

The swollen head of his cock pressed at her slit. She was still sore from when he gave her his knot two nights ago and because of that, she panicked. With her hands on his shoulders, she attempted to push herself off of him, but the vice-like grip on her hips by his hands tightened to keep her still.

"Dean, wait! I'm so-" Her words were cut off by a hand shooting up and wrapping around her throat.

"Remember what happens if you don't?" He snarled at her.

With his hand still around her throat, she managed to nod her head rapidly.

The panic only ignited in her more when he lifted his hips to push the first inch inside her. Just like last time, he was met with resistance, only this time, it was more of a struggle due to her walls being so swollen. She yelped as Dean slipped the thick head of his cock past her folds. The Demon grunted as he pushed in another three, her tight, aching ring of muscles clenched around him.

He placed a hand between them to rub her still sensitive bud in circles "C'mon 'mega. Open that pretty little pussy up for me."

Between the contact of his thumb on her clit and his words laced with lust, she opened up for him. Once he was finally able to slide the rest of the way in she clamped around him so hard it almost hurt. Her insides felt like they were on fire.

"Hold onto my shoulders." He said while giving her time to adjust.

Without hesitation, she leaned forward, holding onto his shoulders with her face buried in the front of his shoulder.

He pulls out, only the head of his cock is inside her until he thrusts back in. She whimpered in response. Slowly he thrusts up into her. His patience didn't run thin like last time and that surprises him. But she also didn't have the chance to protest against him either. Either time, that wasn't an option.

Now he was plunging into her at a much faster pace. Each time he fucked up into her, she released muffled whimpers against his shoulder. He paused his thrusts only to lift her up an inch, leaving open-mouthed kisses at the skin on the opposite side of her neck. Closing her eyes she expected him to bite her again, but to her surprise, he didn't.

Tears bloomed in her eyes, she could feel his knot beginning to swell and that was something she wasn't prepared for the second time.

With one hard, brutal thrust, he forced his popping knot up inside her. As his release coated her walls, his eyes diverted to the knife on the nightstand. Reaching over he picked up the knife by the handle, his eyes tinted black from the memory from Crowley repeating Dean's own words back to him "just because you claimed her doesn't mean you won't kill her".

With the knife still his in hand he pointed the sharp end towards her back. This was it, he's going to kill her.

But then something struck him. A conscious perhaps? No, Demons didn't have a conscious. But Alphas do.

"I-I can't!" The Alpha roared before plunging the knife into the headboard of the bed.

[a-winchester-fairytale]

Happy Thanksgiving

Summary:  When the lines of friendship have been blurred, you and Dean must decide where to draw that line again.

A/N:  I was originally going to make this a four part “holiday” series, and I still might, but I did decide to go a little bit of a different direction with this part.  I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving.

Read Part One:  Happy Halloween

You glanced up as they entered the room, one set of boots echoing on the floor behind the other.  Without a word, you quickly averted your eyes back to the files you had spread out in front of you, hoping that they wouldn’t ask too many questions.  You had been sorting through them for a few hours, but you were so distracted it was hard to remember most of what you were reading.

“Still hard at work.  Find anything interesting?”  San asked, sitting down across from you and absentmindedly flipping through some of the pages.

“Not yet.  It would help if we had some idea of what we were looking for.”  You said, leaning back in your chair and running your hands across your face, pushing back your hair from your eyes.

“Why don’t you take a break.  Let us have a crack at it for a while.”  Dean suggested.  You could hear the slight concern in his tone and you sighed, getting up from your place.

“Maybe so.  I’ll go make some fresh coffee.  That stuff has been in there for hours.”

You could feel Sam glancing between the two of you which told you that even he could feel the uncomfortable tension that had settled between the two of you.  It wasn’t harsh or angry, you weren’t fighting with each other, it was just weird. It had been since Halloween.

You ducked your head as you walked by, more out of embarrassment than anything else.  Your mind had a terrible habit of replaying the last few minutes of that night every single time you were in the same room as him.

“Oh, I want to.”  He replied, a mischievous smirk on his lips. “I just know it could really mess things up.”

“Not if we don’t let it.”

“Dean!  Y/N!  Come on guys, we got to go…”  Sam’s voice echoed through the bunker.  He sounded panicked and the two of you jumped up instantly, the past few moments forgotten.

“Sammy?  What’s wrong?”  Dean called back, swinging open the door and meeting him in the war room with you following closely behind.

“It's Garth.  He called and said that he needs help.”  

Sam proceeded to explain that Garth and two other hunters were pinned down not far from the bunker as he gathered a few items to take in the duffle bag.  Within moments the three of you were loaded in the impala and tearing down the asphalt to get to them.  After a couple of days, the smoke cleared and everyone was okay, and you all went back home.  Neither of you addressed the night of Halloween and now it had been so long you didn’t even know how to approach it again.

You poured coffee grinds into the filter and added water, just leaning on the counter as you watched it stream into the pot.

“You look like you are a thousand miles away.”  Sam mentioned.  You jumped at the sound of his voice.  “Sorry.”

“It's fine.  I’m just a little on edge.”  You told him.

“Why do I get the feeling that this has more to do with my brother than this case?”  

You started to protest and then stopped.  “Maybe a little of both.”  You admitted.  “Jody doesn’t call and ask for help often and when she does and I can’t find any answers it is frustrating.  On top of that, things are weird with Dean and me and I don’t really know how to fix that either.”

“You know how Dean is.  He would rather ignore something and hope it goes away than deal with it.  Sometimes you just have to force him to face it.”  Sam replied, with a shrug.  “As far as Jody, we’ll figure it out.  We always do.”

You smiled.  “Thanks Sam.”  You replied, reaching out and gently resting your hand on his arm as you walked past him back to the library.  “I’m going to bring up that last box of files from the storeroom.”

The three of you were about half way through the last box of files when Sam uttered in the silence “Guys, I think this is it.”

He passed the pages to both of you and once you were all in agreement he called Jody to tell her what he had found.  

“I’m beat.  I say we clean this stuff up in the morning,”  Dean said, standing up and twisting his back to stretch his muscles.  He turned to and headed toward the bedrooms, making it only to the hallway door before you stopped him.

“You realize we have done exactly what neither of us wanted, and we didn’t even get to enjoy the fun part.”

Dean didn’t turn around and you patiently waited, trying to swallow down the nerves in your stomach until you saw his shoulders shake a little and you knew he was chuckling under his breath.

“Yeah, I noticed.”  He admitted, finally turning around and facing you.  

“Think we can do something to change that?” You challenged.

“Change what?  The awkwardness or the lack of fun?”  He teased, playing along.  You smirked.

“Preferably both.”  You replied, laughing along with him as he threw his whole body into it.  

You stepped up to him and took a deep breath before getting serious.  “Look, I just want my best friend back.  I’m sorry if I pushed something I shouldn’t have or made it weird.  I’ll do whatever it takes, just tell me it's not too late.”

Dean reached out and pulled you against him, wrapping his arms around you.  You breathed a little easier and rested your head against his shoulder.  “It’s never too late.”  He whispered in your ear and you smiled.

Dean pulled back, glancing behind him to make sure Sam hadn’t come back before he continued. 

“This is my fault.  I shouldn’t have done that the other night in the first place.  Then we went on that hunt and it just seemed like one thing after another.  Before I knew it, weeks had gone by and I didn’t know what to say to you.  I just couldn’t get out of my own head so I avoided it.”

“I’m not made of glass, Dean.  You could have just told me you didn’t want to.”

“No, that’s not what…..geez, this is coming out all wrong.”  He muttered, running his hand through his hair and turning away.  

Dean started to walk away frustrated, but you reached out and grabbed his wrist to stop him.  “Please, just tell me what you want.  Whatever it is.”

“Y/N, I’ve liked you for a long time.  I didn’t want to lose you, so I never said anything.  I just tried to ignore it.  When we kissed the other night, I don't’ know….it just felt so natural.  Sam and me, we spend most of our lives struggling in one way or another, but being with you is easy.  It just fits.”

Dean turned his wrist until he was holding your hand as he stepped closer to you.  You could feel your heart and it sounded like it was pounding inside your ears.  Dean reached up with his other hand and gently traced your face with his thumb.

“Truth is, I want you.  I always have.”  He added.

“You’re never going to lose me, Dean.  I love you too much to let that happen.”  You promised.  You leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips before wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him.

“It’s about time the two of you kissed and made up.”  Sam said, catching you both off guard.  You turned to see him standing on the opposite side of the room with a smug grin on his face.  “Jody said the girls should be back from the hunt around 6 if we want to come have Thanksgiving dinner with them.”

“I think that’s a great idea.  We certainly have a lot to be thankful for.”  You replied, giving Dean a wink.

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[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Chapter Ten: To Home and Friendship

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Rated: PG

~With every small disaster I'll let the waters still Take me away to some place real

'Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone Is where you go when you're alone Is where you go to rest your bones It's not just where you lay your head It's not just where you make your bed As long as we're together, does it matter where we go?~

Home.

That wasn't a word I was used to. Not anymore.

"I stand by what I said earlier, Jack. You make an excellent pillo― Oh holy crap."

I gasped as Jack lead me inside the literal bunker that these guys apparently lived in. I wondered if I would ever get used to it, because their bunker was enormous.

We entered through a non-descript entrance, that nobody would have noticed, onto a platform that was less of a balcony and more of a catwalk which I guessed was the second floor, though I couldn't tell exactly because it was a bunker and it probably had more levels than I could see. The wrought iron railing of the balcony was formed into a design of circles atop rectangles. The catwalk ended with a set of steel stairs that curved with the wall.

My feet clanged on the metal as I descended the stairwell. At the bottom of those stairs on my right was a doorway that led somewhere else and on my left was what I guessed was the entryway. There was a big glowy-table-thing with a map on it in the center of the space, surrounded by several chairs. There was this big, greenish panel thingy attached to one of the tan tiled walls that looked like some sort of old timey computer equipment. Through a big gray archway, I could see into another room that looked like a library with a huge telescope at the end of it. On the far left of the room there was another hallway going off somewhere else. Dean stepped off the staircase and spread his arms out.

"Welcome to the Batcave!" He said, grinning. "I see you're impressed." Only then did I realize my mouth was hanging open. I closed it and shook my head.

"This place is colossal," I said in awe.

"Yeah, it's a little pretentious but you get used to it." Sam shrugged, passing me. Jack just stood over my shoulder, watching my reaction.

"True, but if you want protection, this is about the safest place in the world. It's got warding against every evil thing out there. Vampires, werewolves, demons, ghosts, you name it," Dean boasted. Just then, Isaac appeared on the catwalk, as far from us as he could.

"Ha! Then how did I get in here genius!" He jeered. It took every last drop of will power I had not to facepalm right then and there. It was warm in here and the hunters would certainly notice a sudden temperature drop. Was Isaac trying to get us discovered? (I'd say killed but he's already dead.)

"Yep, nothing gets in here unless we let it. Or, you know, bring it in accidentally." Sam shared a look with Cas and his older brother.

"Scooby-dooby-doo!" Dean laughed, shaking his head. I wasn't sure if I wanted to know the story behind that or not. Meanwhile Isaac wore a sheepish expression.

"Oh, guess that’s how I got in then." Words cannot express how much I wanted to kick my brother at that moment. After he was finished laughing, Dean looked to Jack.

"Kid, you take Mcfly here, find her a room, get her all settled, then give her the grand tour. I'm gonna hit the sack." Dean turned on his heel with a wave and whistled his way out of the room. Castiel mumbled something about research and crossed through the arch into the library.

"We're gonna find the monster that took your family away, Marty. But until then, think of us as your new one." I looked up at Sam and was reminded again of how huge the guy was. His head was in a totally different weather system than mine and I wondered if it was harder to breathe all the way up there.

"Thanks Sam." I took three steps higher on the stairs and made grabby hands at him. "Come here."

Sam raised an eyebrow at me but obeyed anyway. I took a tiny jump and wrapped my arms around his neck. He stumbled back a bit in surprise but quickly recovered and wrapped his arms around me with a chuckle.

"Shut up, Gigantor. I gotta hug ya’ somehow!" I rebuked, defending my height... Or rather, the lack thereof. I guess his laughter was justified though. My feet were dangling at least a foot from the floor. I let go of him and dropped back to the ground, it felt like falling off Mount Everest. Sam just shook his brown mane, smiling down at me.

"If there's anything you need, like help reaching the top shelf, just ask." I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, whatever Sasquatch. So, what are you gonna do?" I asked. Sam shrugged, running a hand through his hair.

"Put my stuff away. Then I'm gonna go reorganize the pantry, make sure you can reach the cereal," He smirked, and followed Dean's path through the other door-way.

"Way to rub it in, Sam!" I called after him. I heard him chuckle as he rounded the corner out of my sight. Then I rounded on Jack, who had been waiting patiently. "Well, Jack, if you wanna make fun of my height, now's the time to do it. Lead on!" I opened my arms, preparing for insults.

"It is rare that I get to feel tall, but I'm not going to make fun of you," He said, turning on his heel to lead me through the door-way behind us.

"Good. Cause' I might have slapped you if ya had." Jack looked back at me questioningly, but I just shrugged.

I followed him through twisting and turning hallways that I knew I wouldn't be memorizing anytime soon. We kept walking for what seemed like forever. Honestly, I was ninety-eight percent convinced that we might pass a sign that said: 'Now Entering Nebraska.' It didn't help that all the halls looked exactly the same.

"Back at the motel, the night we met, Dean said you had this thing," Jack remarked, turning to face me and walking backward.

"What thing?" I asked.

"I think he called it ‘A Napoleon Complex' or something like that," Jack said, innocently. I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing.

"And do you know what that is?"

"No. I haven't looked it up yet. Do you know?" I snorted.

"Oh, yeah. I know," I said. Already thinking of a comeback for the next time I saw Dean.

"What is it?" Jack was simply curious. I smirked at him.

"Do you know who Napoleon was?" I asked him, I was pretty sure of the answer.

"No." Just as I thought. The Winchesters needed to teach their half-angel some history. As for now though, I could give him the watered-down version.

"Napoleon was a French dude, not to be confused with the ice-cream. He was five foot six and when people called him short, he blew them up." I told him. Jack nodded seriously.

"I see, so he was insecure about his height and used violence to compensate for it. Then, the complex was named after him." I had to give it to him, the kid was smart.

"Yep. Never mind the fact that he took over almost all of Europe, he will always be famous for being a human chihuahua." I had to at least teach Jack something remotely accurate. Jack frowned and his eyebrows pulled together as if remembering something unpleasant. I guessed he had come into contact with a chihuahua before, it didn't look like he was fond of them.

"So, Dean thinks you're insecure about your height," Said Jack, returning us to the original topic.

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Are you?" I shrugged.

"Not really. I'm just obnoxious." Jack laughed, coming to a stop in front of a black door that looked just the same as the rest that lined the hall except for the plaque with the number 22 etched into it.

"This is my room," He said. "And that's Sam's." He pointed to the door on the left of his which had a 21 on it. "You can pick any of these other rooms." His eyes flicked to the door next to his on the right, room 24. I briefly wondered what had happened to 23. When I met his eyes, he looked at his feet, as if his shoes were much more interesting than me.

"Does anyone live in here?" I tapped the door with 24 on it.

"No, it's empty but you don't have to take that one if you don't want to." Jack glued his eyes to the polished cement floor and ran his hand through his hair, a tick I was sure he picked up from Sam.

"Why wouldn't I want to?" I asked, narrowing my eyes and putting my hands on my hips. I watched as a pink tint started to creep up Jack's neck.

"I don't want you to think that you have to stay in that one just because I want you too," He muttered.

"You want me to stay next to you?" I pointed out. Jack's expression went blank, his eyes wide as quarters.

"Um, I-I-I don't- I didn't mean--" Jack stumbled over his words. His gaze drilled straight into the floor, his hands were fidgeting, and his right foot twisted its toe against the concrete. His body language pointed at nervousness. Why was he this nervous? Was it me? He hadn't been this way before, what was different now? I decided to ease his nerves with a little humor. I stuck my hand into his line of sight and waved.

"Yoo, hoo! I'm up here, Jack." He flicked his eyes up to my face but kept his head down. "Well, not up per-say but you know what I mean," I joked. His smile was still pointed at the concrete. I guessed we'd just have to work on that.

"S-sorry." His laugh was a breathy one. I sighed, planting my hands on my hips.

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, Jack. It's nice to have someone who wants me around, I haven't had that in a long time." I smiled in what I hoped was a friendly way. Jack rocked back and forth on his heels and his mouth did that crooked smile of his. He even flicked his eyes up at me.

"Well, uh, what are friends for?" He sounded like he was reciting something he heard in a movie.

I wondered whether Jack was trying to flirt with me or not. A tiny part of me hoped that he was and another part of me kicked myself for hoping for that. How could I think that way? Jack was two, he was probably too young to understand feelings like that, if he even had them. He probably didn't have them. He was probably just doing his best to make a friend, by going off what he had seen. I mean, the movies are pretty against a boy and a girl simply being friends. Besides if he knew what I was, he wouldn't be standing here talking to me. He'd be trying to kill me. Isaac was right. Any friendship I made here, would never be real. It never could be.

"Right," I said softly. Now I was the one looking down at my feet. But I wasn't doing it out of nerves. I was doing it out of shame. Glancing up at him through my lashes, Jack's smile faltered for only a moment. He grasped the doorknob and turned it and as the door swung inward, Jack flipped a switch and the white florescent lights buzzed to life.

The room was simply decorated, and by that I mean it wasn't decorated at all. The walls, ceiling, and floor were grey and a built-in shelf stuck out from the far wall. In the center of the space sat a full-size bed with a plain white duvet, white sheets, and down pillows. There was a dresser pushed up against one wall, a desk pressed against the other, and a tiny night stand next to the bed, all of which were fashioned out of wood the shade of walnut.

"Um, it's not much, but we can get you some stuff to make it yours," Jack smirked down at me and I ducked past him into the room.

Other than those objects, the room was bare, but I found myself overwhelmed. My chest tightened and my eyes stung, it was so little, but it was more than I'd had in five years. I shrugged my backpack off my shoulders and placed my violin case on the bed. Keeping my back turned, my face hidden from Jack, I blinked rapidly to dispel my tears.

"It's wonderful, Jack. I-I love it." I took a deep breath and pasted a smirk on my face. When I had control of my emotions, I swung back to face him. "Now, how bout' that grand tour?" Jack's brows pushed together.

"Don't you want to put your things away, first?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Nah, I can do that anytime. This place is pretty awesome, I wanna see it all!" I grinned at him, pressing all the excitement I could muster into my voice. Jack grinned back.

"Well, um, what would you like to see first?"

"No idea! What's your favorite room?" Jack's eyes flicked to the side as he thought about his answer for a moment.

"The kitchen," He decided. His seriousness made me chuckle.

"I like the way you think. You lead, I'll follow!" This time, instead of smiling at the concrete, Jack smiled at my shoes! We were making good progress. Now if I could get him to smile at my face, then we would really be getting somewhere.

Jack swung around on his heel and walked about four paces before opening a door on the other side of the hall. This one was labeled with 23. 'So that's where it went.' I thought, as Jack pushed the door open and walked through. Inside was the kitchen. It wasn't the kind you have at home. No, this was one of those industrial sort of kitchens, all polished steel and florescent lighting. (The buzzing of those light bulbs was extremely annoying, but I would just have to get used to it.)

There were pots and pans everywhere. Any sort of cook where you could imagine was in there, hanging on racks, dangling from hooks, sitting on shelves, or habitually left on the stove. What looked like easily one hundred white plates were stacked neatly on the shelves of the giant stainless-steel island that dominated the space. Two ovens, stood side-by-side in a little nook, one of which had a griddle attached to the top. Hovering over the two ovens were large vents of gleaming steel.

To the right of the cooking station was the preparation area and a sink as big as your average tub. I'm not kidding. The thing was gargantuan. Above that monstrosity of a kitchen sink sat an array of porcelain cups, and a tissue box, on a shelf. To the right of that, there sat a large stainless steel shelving unit that was home to various cooking supplies and four white drawers in the middle.

On the far wall, was a brown bulletin board decorated with various notes, covered in scribbles and sketches, tacked to it. Beneath the bulletin was a table crafted from some dark colored wood, that was either oak or mahogany, and was attached to the wall. Affixed to the table were eight stool-like seats constructed from the same dark material as the table itself. Directly to the right side of the door, was a coat rack and six small lockers stacked vertically. The right wall was an archway and set of stairs that lead off into a hallway branching to the right and a different set of stairs to the left.

As I peered around to the left side of the door and past another steel shelf, I laid eyes upon what could only be the freezer/refrigerator combo. It was this enormous floor-to-ceiling white panel with five varying sized doors built into it. The far most door on the right was taller than me so I assumed that was the refrigerator and the other four doors were freezers. Why one would need four freezers, I had no idea, but I found myself liking the concept. Now that I had finished taking in the grossly oversized kitchen, I whirled to Jack and grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to look at me. I stared him dead in the eyes.

"This. Place. Is. Awesome." I pointed at the refrigerator. "Five bucks says I could fit in there!" Jack's gaze followed my finger and he nodded.

"I think you could," He said. I took another glance around the space. I couldn't help it. The laugh bubbled up from my stomach, filled my chest, and bloomed in my throat. It had been a long, long, long, time since I had laughed like that.

"I went from having nothing, to living in this place! This is amazing!" I flung my arms around Jack. It was quite the feat on my part to refrain from crushing his ribs. I was so excited I could hardly contain it. I was bouncing up and down on my toes like a little girl! Though I guess, in the eyes of Jack and the others, that’s sort of what I was.

"I'm glad you like it!" Jack said, grinning.

"I don't like it, Jack. I love it!" I exclaimed. My stomach growled like an angry bear, just being in here was making me hungry. "Hey, as long as we're here, got anything good to eat? I'm starving!" That last bit was nothing new, I was always starving these days, always craving. But I was never craving food. Jack's throat suddenly looked extremely tasty. Thankfully, his voice broke me away from that train of thought.

"I like ice-cream," He said, brightly.

"Jack?”

"Hm?"

"We are gonna be awesome friends."

No, home wasn't a word I was used to. Not anymore. But I realized with a start, that for the first time in five years, I had one. A real one.

It looked like I was gonna have to get used to it.

Jack knelt down and opened the door on the bottom left of the freezer/refrigerator combo that I then dubbed 'The Wall of Cold Stuff'. He reached in, grabbed a tub of ice cream, then stood and kicked the door shut.

"The bowls are down there and the spoons are in the top left drawer," He said, pointing to the shelf in the back. I made my way over and grabbed two of each. We both sat at the table, across from each other, and Jack served up the ice cream. I then got the chance to glance at the ice cream's label. It was chocolate-chip-cookie-dough.

"This is my favorite flavor. What's yours?" I asked him, shoveling ice cream into my mouth and moaning as the sugary goodness coated my tongue. Jack must have found that funny because he ducked his head and laughed.

"I don't know. This one is pretty good, but I love the mint and brownie ones as well," He told me. I had noticed that Jack always took great care to think about his answers before he gave them. He took and asked every question seriously. I got the feeling that Jack was the sort of person who's curiosity was never satisfied.

"I can vibe with that," I agreed. Jack's brows furrowed, he placed his spoon down on the table, folded his hands in his lap and leaned forward.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what that means. Could you explain it?" He asked. I liked the way he behaved when he was curious about something, Jack just dropped everything to learn and focused entirely on whatever it was he was trying to understand. Right now, that thing was me. I found that I didn't mind his undivided attention.

"Oh, um, it means that you agree with something somebody said. Its like saying 'you're right' or 'I agree with you' or 'that's cool'," I explained. Jack nodded.

"I think I understand." I gave him a thumbs up and scooped another spoonful of ice-cream into my mouth, closing my eyes and savoring the flavor with a deep sigh.

"You know, it's been five years since I last had ice cream," I said. Jack froze his ice cream eating with his spoon still stuck in his mouth, his expression morphing into one of horror and pity.

"That's awful!" He said, he'd removed the spoon, but his mouth was still full of the dessert, "No one should have to go without ice cream for that long!"

"My friend, you are absolutely right," I replied, pointing my spoon at him. "Here's to ice cream and sugar highs!" I tapped my bowl with the spoon and Jack copied me, albeit somewhat confused as to what I was doing. Speaking of sugar highs, I could already feel one building up already. It had been way too long since I'd had this much sugar.

"Marty?" Jack wanted my attention.

"Hm?"

"I had a dream about you last night," He said, changing the subject. I stared up at him, pulling my spoon out of my mouth.

"Should I be worried?"

"No."

"What was I doing in this dream of yours?" I asked, straining to keep the nervousness that was building in my chest out of my voice. Jack frowned, picking at his ice cream.

"You said-- You told me you were dangerous and I shouldn't trust you, that you're hiding something."

I bit my lip, my eyes widening with shock. I struggled to keep calm and natural, my reactions could give me away. Just as I'd settled my expression, Jack looked up. "I can trust you, right?" I smiled as genuinely as I could, which was difficult to do with his gaze piercing into my soul like it was.

"Of course, you can! I may be clever but I'm not exactly diabolical," I said, giving my best laugh. Jack smiled and nodded, though I got the notion that he was reassuring himself more than anything. If he was going to say something else, he never got the chance because at that moment, Sam strolled into the room.

He stopped in his tracks when he caught sight of us at the table. Our heads snapped up at the same time and we froze. Jack had his spoonful halfway to his mouth and mine was already there. The three of us just stared at each other for a moment but Sam was the first to react.

"Come on guys, really?! It's six A.M.!" He exclaimed. I shrugged, removing the spoon from my mouth and pointing it at him.

"AM, PM. What's the difference? Live a little!" With that comment alone, Sam figured he wouldn't be getting anywhere with me, so he turned to Jack.

"Jack, come on, be an example." Jack glanced at his spoonful of dessert and shoved in in his mouth, quickly.

"Technically," He pointed out, directing his spoon at me, "She's older than me!"

"Hey!" I protested.

"What?"

"This was your idea!"

Jack shrugged. "I know, but you agreed. I was just stating a fact," he said. Sam sighed, shaking his head. The two of us turned our attention back to him.

"Jack, throw it away and put the container back in the freezer. If you want ice cream, you can have it at dinner. Not at six in the morning," He scolded. Jack swallowed his mouthful of ice cream.

"But Sam, look at how happy she is! Marty hasn't had ice cream for five years!" He tried. I nodded vigorously to emphasize the point.

"It's true, Sam. You only live once!" I said, shoving another bite of ice cream in my mouth. Sam's eyes flicked back and forth between us.

"Fine. Just this once," He sighed.

"Thanks Sam!" Jack and I grinned.

"Yeah, whatever." Sam rolled his eyes and left the kitchen, but I could hear the hint of a smile in his voice. When he was gone, Jack sighed with relief.

"I take it you do this a lot," I said to him. He looked at the ice cream with a guilty expression.

"I wouldn't say a lot."

"But often enough for him not to be surprised?"

"Yeah." Jack grinned sheepishly.

"Does he always catch you?" I asked him.

"Every time, yes."

We finished our ice cream and put our dishes in the sink. Then, Jack proceeded to show me the rest of the bunker. Sometimes I would ask about what was in few of the rooms and he would reply with an 'I don't know' or a few times a rather disturbing 'You don't want to know'. To say that his cryptic warning had no effect on me would be a lie. He spoke the words in a light hearted way that just made me more worried. So, I tried to push any speculations as to the contents of those rooms from my mind but kept step slightly closer to Jack from then on.

He showed me a garage full of a bunch of old-timey cars that I found myself figuratively drooling over, a room full of antique electronic equipment he told me not to touch, an impressive gym with an adjacent shower room, an infirmary, a shooting range that looked like a lot of fun, something they called the 'War Room' which was where the glowy table was, the extensive library, and an alcove with an gigantic telescope that Jack claimed nobody could figure out how to use. According to him, the glowy table in the war room could supposedly track monsters, but the Winchesters weren't sure how to use it. Much to my relief.

Jack also showed me a room where I immediately knew I would be spending most of my time. Jack rather confusedly referred to it as 'The Dean Cave'. I later noticed the paper sign tacked on the back of the door that was labeled with said name. Inside there was a flat screen TV, two recliners, a bar that I'd never use, a foosball table which I would definitely use, a record-playing jukebox that I hoped had some decent tunes, and a shelf full of books. The whole room was lit by these cool red and blue lights that looked to be made out of beer kegs. This was a place I could get used to.

"Jack, I think I found my second favorite room," I said, trailing my fingers along the rim of the foosball table.

"You'll have to ask Dean if you can use the T.V. he and Sam are still trying to figure it out." Jack sat cross-legged on one of the ugly plaid recliners.

"Remind me to help em' with that. I'm tech-y," I replied, walking over to observe the jukebox. I didn't know most of the titles displayed on the devices list of records, but my eyes landed on one that I'd know even if it was written in Chinese. "Oh my gosh! Jack, how do I use this thing?!" I squealed, excitedly. Jack hopped up to help me.

"You turn this knob to select which one you want, then you press this button to start it," He explained. I followed his instructions and watched the machine grab the record and put it on that spinning thing before it dropped the needle. I grinned ear to ear as sweet music filled the air.

~Wouldn't it be nice if we were older? Then we wouldn't have to wait so long And wouldn't it be nice to live together In the kind of world where we belong?~

"What's this one called?" Jack asked over the notes.

"Wouldn't it be nice, by The Beach Boys! It's one of my favorites!" I was surprised that it was here considering Dean's bias when it came to music.

~You know it's gonna make it that much better When we can say goodnight and stay together~

"I dare you to sing along, Jack-Jack." I grinned and nudged his shoulder.

"No thank you," He said, shaking his head with a pleasant smile.

~Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up In the morning when the day is new? And after having spent the day together Hold each other close the whole night through~

"Awww! Why not?"

"I don't know the words." He shrugged.

~Happy times together we've been spending I wish that every kiss was never ending Oh, wouldn't it be nice?~

"Fine!" I sighed in over dramatic disappointment, flopping onto one of the recliners. "But that excuse is only gonna work once!"

Jack chuckled, leaning his arms on the back of the recliner to look down at me. "I guess I better come up with more excuses then!"

~Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray It might come true Baby, then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldn't do Oh, we could be married (oh, we could be married) And then we'd be happy (and then we'd be happy) Oh, wouldn't it be nice?~

"You can't evade me forever," I declared, kicking my feet back and forth to the beat of the song.

"True," Jack agreed, nodding. "But I can try."

"And try you will, young Skywalker," I said.

"I like Star Wars!" Jack noted, suddenly seeming to shift from being older than me to younger by about five years. It was an odd thing to watch.

"Who doesn't?"

~Goodnight, my baby Sleep tight, my baby Goodnight, my baby Sleep tight, my baby~

The music faded away but I maintained eye contact with Jack in a spontaneous staring contest. Why? Because, naturally the first one to break was a weakling and I was not going to take that title on my first day with these people.

"Is this a staring contest?" Jack asked, tilting his head a bit. He didn't blink.

"Indeed. We maintained eye contact for longer than twenty-eight seconds, so it's obligatory," You replied, still refusing to blink.

"I did not know that those were the rules," Jack said, sounding somewhat confused.

"Well, they're not. That's just how my family always played." You were quick to clear your throat and rid your tone of any sadness that slipped past your defenses.

"Oh, I see."

"I take it you two are having fun."

"Agh!" I shot up from my reclined position in shock and whipped to the doorway where I took in the sight of Castiel standing just outside the door frame, the ghost of a smile visible on his otherwise expressionless face. How long had he been watching? Embarrassment warmed my cheeks and I hoped we hadn't looked like idiots.

"Hey Cas! I don't know about Jack, but I'm having the time of my life!" I said. Then I turned to Jack. "Whattdya' say, buddy? Am I torturing you?"

"I've been tortured before, this isn't anything close to what that was like! Don't worry, Marty. You're a lot of fun." He stated, matter-of-factly. My eyes went wide and I tilted my head at him. I mean, what was I even supposed to say to something like that? "Oh, and you I won the staring contest." I found myself nodding slowly.

"Well, good for you. And that's got to be the weirdest complement I think I've ever gotten, but I'll take it." Jack grinned at me in his lopsided way and I turned my attention back to the other angel in the room. "Any particular reason for this visit or were ya just passing?"

"Sam asked me to check up on you two," Cas answered.

"Alright. Well, I was just about to ask Jack to help me find my way back to my room."

Cas simply nodded and walked off.

"So, why do you like that song so much?" Jack inquired as we strode back through the endless identical hallways.

"It was in one of my mom's favorite movies so she was always singing it. I love the tune as well and sometimes, when I'm sad, the words make me feel better," I answered. Jack frowned.

"I don't understand song lyrics. They never make sense to me."

"Would you like me to explain it to you?"

"Yes." Jack nodded and once again gave me all his attention.

"So, that song is about two young people who feel like they're living their lives stuck in place. There's so much they want to do but everybody says they're just to young to do it. They feel like they've outgrown the stage of life that they're in and they just want to move on. By being stuck where they are, they're afraid they'll miss their opportunity for happiness. So they dream about a day when they'll finally be free to do whatever they want, even if they that day may never come around." My thoughtful tone surprised me.

I hadn't meant to put so much of my own emotion into my explanation of the lyrics. If I kept on like this, the hunters would figure me out in no time. But there was just something about Jack, about the way he listened to my every word, that made me want to tell him everything about everything. I was weak around him. He made me let my guard down. I'd have to learn how to keep it up if I wanted to survive.

"Do you feel stuck sometimes?" Jack asked. His tone was sincere but his expression gave me no clues a s to what he was hoping to learn from his question. I nodded.

"I used to feel like I was living a loop, like every day was the same. It sucked." I rolled my eyes and shoved him playfully. "But then four weirdos in an Impala showed up and my life is finally moving again!"

~With every small disaster I'll let the waters still Take me away to someplace real

Cause' they say home is where your heart is set in stone Its where you go when you're alone Its where you go to rest your bones Its not just where you lay your head Its not just where you make your bed As long as we're together does it matter where we go?~

Lyrics from: Home by Jasmine Thompson

[ma-gic-gay]

Leaving a former assassin turned mob boss alone with his thoughts and anger about his... Whatever him and Carly are, since that seems to change every ten minutes going through what she went through, is a stupid idea. Especially for two hours.

It's either that or confront the fact they've kissed and had sex in the same 24 hours.

Not exactly the most friendly things to do.

This is exactly what he's not supposed to be thinking about, yet it's what he's thinking about while he's sitting in a chair at the hospital.

Turns out that when he's not doing illegal things, he can actually have time to think and not freak out about the cops finding out what happened. Time to think about them and how he doubts they'll ever go back to normal. A one night stand is one thing, a kiss after you get kidnapped and raped is a completely other thing.

Go figure, the one person who he could willingly discuss this with is the same person who he can't right now.

Maybe talking about this with Sam would work?

Nope, scratch that. Even though she's moved on from their relationship, they're not that close of friends and really only hang out for their kids sake.

If this was a year ago, he'd say he should go to Sonny, since he can't go to Carly about it. But then again, if it was a year ago or if Sonny hadn't vanished, been presumed dead long enough for even Carly to believe it (which meant he, by extension, believed it finally as well), last night never would've happened. Not in a million-

Alright maybe it would've happened but he doubts it. After all, a year ago, he was with Sam and Carly was with Sonny.

Does this count as a betrayal, sleeping with her? Not like conceiving a child on his biological brother's grave with the woman who's the reason he's dead. Or knowing that your best friend is in love with someone but sleeping with her anyways out of horniness.

Maybe he's still a little bit mad about those things.

Or a lot bit mad.

Thinking of all the times Sonny's betrayed him is definitely not helping the fact that anger is just about the only emotion he's feeling right now. Notably, that comes with the exception of confused and that one's only because he's seriously confused about what the hell him and Carly are right now.

Just thinking about what she must be going through right now... It makes him so furious he could take someone out for even mentioning the word. Or something negative even in the slightest bit about her.

That last part might be a telltale sign he needs to do an evaluation of his feelings for her but after this. Probably should right now, but he doesn't want to.

Even the mention of what happened to her, which is spreading through the hospital like wildfire (whoever spread that information first is on his shit list and that is not a good place to be), makes his blood boil.

Cyrus did that to her, he decided to treat her like an object. Like she's some disposable thing, that after he had his fun with her she'll be killed to hurt his business competitor. And the fact that he'd managed to scare her, that he'd managed to do something so difficult he thought it would never happen again unless something happened to one of her kids or him. That part makes him want his head on a stick outside his front door.

And the only reason he did it is to hurt Jason, to make him feel hopeless and in despair and angry and hurt. The only reason she went through that is because of him. That's the worst part, for him, that he's responsible for her going through that, that it's his fault. Even though he knows that's not how it went down, that he's not responsible for Cyrus's actions or her kidnapping and rape, that's sure as hell what it feels like. It feels like everything's getting blurry, like the lines he had drawn in his life are bleeding into each other.

Keep her safe, that was always his number one rule. Even if it meant getting hurt himself (which it normally did), keeping her safe has always been his priority. It's why he tries, unsuccessfully, to shelter her from the mob.

When she needed him, really needed him, he couldn't do that for her. He wasn't there when she needed him the most, when she needed him to save her and get her out of that situation.

No matter how you frame it, what he's doing is beating himself up for something that he knows to be his fault. Maybe if he'd been there, sent someone else to deal with Florence and stayed at the house with her, he wouldn't be dealing with this right now. Maybe then, she wouldn't have been kidnapped and raped.

"Jason?" Britt asks him, noticing he's zoned out. "She's fine. Carly's not pregnant and we gave her a pill just in case to prevent against it. She doesn't have HIV or any other STD's, I ran a full test. As far as I can tell, her uterine health is great right now."

"Thanks, for the update," he thanks her, remembering where he is. "Can I, uh, can I go see her?"

"Yeah, the sedative wore off and she's been complaining and crying for a few minutes. She's in room 3115," she tells him, noting the relief and pain on his face. "You doing okay?"

"What matters right now is whether Carly's okay or not." Jason answers her quickly and his feet take him to the room she's in, somehow. He doesn't even know this hospital that well.

That's new.

"I woke up a few minutes ago and they told me they were looking for you, where were you?" Carly asks, aggravated.

"I was in the lobby," he tells her, wiping away her tears as they come. There's a look of relief on her face through everything, which doesn't surprise him in the slightest.

"Why didn't they let you in before the sedative wore off? I thought I'd been taken again, I was yelling for you," the blonde complains.

"Apparently I'm a hard guy to find."

"You have seven black shirts, seven pairs of blue jeans which you haven't replaced since the 90s, and a leather jacket. That's pretty much all you ever wear. I can't remember the last time you wore a suit. Or a shirt with any color in it at all. How hard could it be to find you?"

"You're just saying that because you always know where I am. It's a sixth sense of yours."

"True. Maybe it's time to spice up your wardrobe with some colorful shirts. We could start with blue and then ease into colors like yellow or white eventually," she suggests cheerfully.

"Carly," he warns. "I like my clothes."

"I know you do, but you need more variety in your life, Jason," Carly argues.

"You keep life interesting enough, trust me," he assures her. "I'm sorry for what happened to you tonight, you know that, right? It's my fault, if I'd gotten there sooner or I hadn't left you alone, this never would've happened."

"No, it's not. Cyrus would've gotten me another way, or he might've gone and snatched one of your kids. Danny, Scout, Jake, they don't deserve that. Neither did I, but if that happened to one of your kids? You wouldn't be able to live with yourself and he could've killed them easier. At least with me, I'm alive. Severely traumatized, but alive," Carly says, hugging him gently as to not hurt herself.

"Yeah but if I'd been there to protect you-"

"Then he would've gotten to you another way or waited until you went to sleep or went back to your dull apartment where the only piece of decor is a moss bowl. I'm a target, alright? We've known this for years, and what happened to me is not your fault. It's as much my fault as it is yours. No one deserves what he did to me, not even that dirt bag himself, and you cannot blame yourself."

"He did this to you as a way to hurt me!"

"And if Sonny were still around it would've been as a way to hurt Sonny. He hates me, alright? Cyrus hates me so much he wanted to hurt me, just as bad as he wanted to hurt you. It's not your fault that he's a monster." She attempts to help him see that it's not his fault, but he doesn't.

"The only reason you know about this business is me. Practically every bad thing you've gone through, Carly, is because of me by extension," he tells her, feeling a tear slip out of his eyes.

"You didn't force me to be a part of the business, Jason. Hell, it was your worst nightmare. I made that choice for myself, to marry Sonny and, when he died, helping you run his territory. I knew the risks and I did it for me, for you, for my family."

"For me?" Jason asks, confused. "How do I factor in?"

"How do you factor in? You're my family and you needed help. Of course I was going to help you! Even when you tried to talk me out of it," the blonde continues, smiling widely.

"That help could've come with Max or Milo or someone else."

"And there's a reason it came in the shape of me. You trust me more than them, even with this business," she smiles.

To be continued when school ends because FUCK IT'S BACK NO

@ryleighjosephine

[buckys-estrella]

Chapter Seven

To The Stars [Social Media AU] {Drabble}

word count: 890 :)

Y/N is an actress who finally got her big break. She's gonna be working with Bucky Barnes who she's had a crush on for years. The two get put together in the movie as love interests, but can that romance make it offscreen?

You have never been part of a movie set this big. Everyone was bustling and had something to do, the energy was amazing and you could definitely get used to this. Less than a minute of staring doe-eyed at the whole set, a woman with a headset came and pulled you aside. “Are you Y/n L/n?”

“Um yes I am” You replied. A relieved smile spread over her face, “Oh thank God I found you, I’ve been looking everywhere! We need to get you in hair and makeup ASAP.” She was already walking away as she was talking and you stumbled a bit as you started to follow her. “I’m Daisy by the way, basically my job is to get you where you need to be, I guess you could see me as your personal babysitter.” She winked at that and led you to the door of what you assumed to be the hair and makeup trailer.

“I’ll be back in about 45 minutes to take you to where you need to be on set.” Without another word Daisy left and seconds later the trailer door opened to show an older woman with heavy makeup on. “Y/n? Oh come in darling, we’ve been waiting so long for you to get here. Now just take a seat down in that chair and we’ll have you shining like a star in no time!”

Just like Daisy said, exactly 45 minutes later she was back and hustling me out like there wasn’t a second to waste. “It’s a pretty simple scene for today, I assume you read the script and know what’s going on?”

“Oh yes ma’am.”

“Call me Daisy. Anyways, either way Mr. Rogers is going to talk you through the scene, tell you what he wants you to do, how he wants you to act it, you know the drill. Here he is. Steve!”

“Daisy! Oh you must be Y/n, it’s so great to finally meet you.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too Mr. Rogers!” He let out a hearty chuckle after you said that. “Oh please, call me Steve! We’re going to spending a lot of time together so we might as well be on a first name basis.” He sent you a dazzling smile and you couldn’t help but swoon a little. There’s no doubt that he’s attractive, hell if you weren’t so whipped on Bucky you’d probably have a crush on Steve…or Sam. That trio of men was a gift from God.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to talk through the scene, if you need anything Y/n just holler and I’ll be there” With that Daisy winked, turned, and left. “Well...guess it’s time to get down to work.” You said while Steve was flipping through the script.

“By the way, if you’re curious, Buck is already working on his scene with Natasha.” Steve added nonchalantly. You nearly choked on your spit and of course Steve noticed. “Um..why uh would I want to know where Barnes is?” You mentally cursed yourself for the blush already creeping up your neck. “Oh no reason, just that you two are texting and Bucky gets really happy when he gets a message from you. I just thought there might be something going on…also, you call him babe.”

“There’s nothing going on, he’s just humoring me. We’re friends that’s it. Uh also did you say he um gets happy when he gets a text? Are you sure they’re from me, I mean it could be anything.” Steve gave a once over at your flustered state and smirked. “Oh you’ve got it bad, but don’t worry, Bucky feels the same. He always talks about you in the group chat. Don’t tell him I told you this but between you and me, I think he really likes you.”

I think he really likes you

I think he really likes you

You could’ve fainted at those six words. James Buchanan Barnes. Liking you? It feels like a dream. This is a dream right? You’ve been in a coma for the past two weeks and this is all a dream. If you were in a coma, this would be some hell of a joke that your brain is playing on you.

“Hey Y/n, you okay? You kind off just got a blank look on your face and I’m starting to become concerned now.”

“Huh? Oh sorry, I’m fine! Just got a bit distracted is all. What were we talking about again?” Bucky

“We were just talking a bit about Buck but we should really focus on starting this scene now.”

“Oh right of course, so what do you want me to do today Captain?” You said with a somewhat playful drawl. “Captain huh? Careful, say it too often and I might get used to that type of power. Okay now we should really get down to work soldier.” After his quick cheeky wink we finally got down to business and you did your scene for the day.

After you finally finished and perfected your scene, Daisy came and took you to relax in the on-set break room. Moments after you walked in you locked eyes with Bucky. Bucky. A look of shock on his part was quickly replaced by a warm smile.

“Hey doll, fancy seeing you here.”

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A/N: IM SOOOO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BUT ITS LIKE ACTUAL WRITING AND NOT JUST SOCIAL MEDIA STUFF AGAIN SORRY!!!! Let me know if you want me to make some other chapters in this format (I'll try my hardest to write it sooner, babes im sorry) Anywayssss please don't abandon me I love y'all, you have all my uwus. Also sorry for any grammar mistakes and I also had no fucking clue how to do the keep reading bar thing. BAsically you have ALL MY SORRYS AND UWUS AND SORRYS

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Cookies with the king (spn Crowley x Reader)

Nonny requested

And I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to write some domestic Crowley, so I hope you enjoy it nonny!

If you have any ideas for some Castiel or Crowley one shots (Christmas-y themed if you'd like) feel free to request them, I'm still accepting a few 😊

Words: 2,494

Pairing: Crowely x Reader

Warning: Fluff, Crowley's charm

The faint tone of music was the first thing to hit Crowley when he appeared in the bunker, followed by the faint smell of sweets. He knew what time of the year it was, and how humans often celebrated it by cozying up to a warm fire, an all too predictable boy meets girl christmas love story playing on the tv, sweets, and ah yes, lots of drinking and family fun...lovely. Though this time of year was also good for business, lots of lonely and lost saps willing to strike up a deal for some holiday cheer. As he followed the scent and music though, he soon realized that the bunker was quite empty.

Making his way to the kitchen he gently opened the door, eyes landing on your form as you mixed together ingredients, singing softly to the music that played from your phone.

"Here we are as in olden days, happy golden days of yore, faithful friends who are dear to us,  gather near to us once more" you sang along as you placed dollops of batter onto the cookie sheet.

"Faithful friends huh? Yet you're here all alone" A rough, accented voice spoke from behind you, causing you to jump and turn around. You hadn't been expected anyone, the bunker was protected, and besides, you were just a researcher not a full hunter like the boys. But as you eyes landed on none other than the king of hell himself, your body relaxed. The relationship you and Crowley had was far less tense than the one he had with the boys, maybe it was because you appreciated his wit, even when it was aimed against Sam and Dean. Or maybe it was his charm? His voice certainty added to the mix...no you wouldn't really consider Crowley a dear friend, but he had always intrigued you.

 

"They had a hunt" you shrugged, turning back and finishing up the first type of cookies before putting them in the oven. 

"So they left you on one of you humans most precious holidays?" He asked while making his way over to where you were setting up ingredients for a different kind of cookie. You simply shrugged.

"A hunt's a hunt...They said they would try to make it back tomorrow, after all, it's only Christmas Eve" You stated as you measured things and filled the mixing bowl. Crowley watched you in silence, truth be told he was fond of you. He wasn't sure why, maybe the way you held yourself, you weren't a hunter but you still stood your ground when you needed to. Then other times, like now, you were soft, a domestic soft that had him wanting this more often. That thought had him trying to clear his head, lest it go down the path of you living in hell with him, a loving wife and commanding queen...a thought he had been having far too often recently. His gaze moved back to you, finding you staring at him as of waiting...waiting for an answer to a question he didn't catch.

"What was that Darling?" He asked, giving you his attention. He watched your lips turn up into a soft smile before you went back to your baking.

"I had asked just what the king of hell was doing this Christmas eve? Surely you have better things than to sit around with little ole me" you stated with a light laugh, but there was a tone in your voice, so small but he caught it instantly...Loneliness.

"Perhaps I simply wanted to keep my favorite researcher company" He shrugged, truth was that he came here to find Moose and Squirrel for a business inquiry, but he wasn't about to leave you like those idiots had.

"Keep me company huh?" You raised an eyebrow, watching him from the corner of your eye. You ignored his words about you being his favorite. Ignored the warmth it spread from your stomach up at the possibility that this wasn't just a one-sided interest. It was true you weren't close friends, but that didn't stop you from daydreaming about the king himself, no matter how much you knew you shouldn't. Crowley's presence alone commanded attention and respect, he was powerful, but you always felt like there was something else there, just below the surface, something that he didn't want anyone else to see. You thought about that for a moment, before an idea crossed your mind.

"Well if you wanna keep me company, how about you help me?" You smiled, pulling the dough out of the bowl and flowering the counter before placing the dough down.

"I think I much prefer watching you" he smiled, leaning against the island behind you, shaking your head you made your way over to the spare aprons and grabbed one.

"No sir, you wanna keep me company, you can help" you smiled, holding the white apron out to him, he looked at it then at you, still not moving.

"Please?" You asked, you hoped you hadn't made him want to leave, you just wanted to uncover that more domestic side you knew that was buried deep deep down in him. With a sigh he unbuttoned his suit jacket and layed it across the back of one of the chairs, leaving him in only his black button down before he grabbed the apron and slipped it on. You watched as he began rolling up his sleeves, stopping at his elbows before his eyes darted to yours. You let out the shaky breath that you didn't even know you were holding, unsure why you found the simple act of him rolling up his sleeves so appealing, unless it was simply because it was the most skin you had ever seen Crowley show.

'Dear Chuck get ahold of yourself woman, this isn't medieval times, it's just his arms!' you smiled despite your thoughts and quickly made your way back to the dough, grabbing your rolling pin and flowering it. 

"So, what would you like me to do?" He asked, his voice lower and suddenly right beside your ear, hot breath fanning across your neck as you suppressed a shiver. 

"W-why don't you roll out the dough and I'll grab the cookie cutters" You stated, your voice wavering for a moment before he nodded and took the rolling pin. You went to go grab the cookie cutters, but couldn't help sparing a glance back, watching as he worked. It was odd to see the king of hell rolling out dough, but in a way it also seemed...normal 

"If I can't simply watch you work, the same rules apply to you darling" he said with a smirk, stopping for a moment to look back at you. You let out a chuckle to disguise the embarrassment of being caught as you grabbed the cookie cutters labeled "Christmas".

"Sorry, just not used to seeing the king of hell in the kitchen" you smiled as you returned to his side, the dough all rolled out.

"Yes well, don't expect it often" you smiled at his comment as you began cutting out the dough.

"So, where did we learn this recipe hm? Back of a cake mix box?" He asked, turning to lean his back against the counter while he watched you work.

"Actually, I learned it from my grandma, she and I used to bake every year while she told me stories of her childhood in Dingwall" you replied, catching his attention.

"Dingwall? Your grandmother was"

"Scottish? Aye" you smiled at him.

"Huh" he smiled back, going quiet as he settled on simply watching you work,this time, you let him as you placed the first pan of cookies onto the tray. Trees, snowmen, and snowflakes. Next up were the gingerbread men, and a few extra.

"You've got to be kidding me" Crowley stated with a roll of his eyes as you cut out and placed down the angel shaped cookie.

"What?" You giggled

"Really?" You could see the agitation on his face as you cut out another angel shape. 

"I promised I would make a few for Cas" you stated, before walking back over to the cookie cutters and looking through the Halloween cutters.

"But how about this?" You asked, walking back over with a devil shaped cutter, complete with horns, a tail and pitchfork.

"Not accurate" he started

"But better than the bloody angel" you couldn't help but giggle at his clear jealousy over a cookie shape.

"Here" you spoke, cutting out a small crown shape and placing it onto the devil's horns.

"More accurate?" You smiled.

"You're getting there kitten" he smirked, the nickname causing heat to raise to your cheeks and you quickly looked down, cutting a few more out before turning back to him. 

"Can you reroll this while I put these in the oven?" You asked, pointing to the dough.

"Magic word?" He asked with a smirk while pushing off of the counter.

"Please" you smiled, earning a nod before he began working the dough again. You took the two pans and made your way over to the oven just as the timer went off. Grabbing the other pan out you set it on the counter before putting the other two in. The both of you worked like that for what seemed like hours, you talked about random things, mostly him asking about your life, though you did get him to spill some stories about not only hell but his life before he became a demon.

He watched you as you placed the last batch of cookies in the oven, the others lovingly placed onto plates for when the boys returned, you always thought of them, even when they left you behind on your own. In his opinion, you were far too good for them, a light in the darkness of their lives...Much like you were to him. He knew he should turn around and leave, the life he lived was not the life you deserve, you were far too kind for hell, that he knew now...But still he couldn't move, couldn't push himself away from the counter and out of the bunker, away from you, you were a weakness to him, but damnit did he want it. Want you, want this, soft music playing, the both of you in a calm, almost serene kind of relaxed as you talked. He found information about his life spilling from his lips before he could even catch it, and yet, he didn't care, the way your eyes lit up with every little detail you learned made him think that maybe...This wasn't just one sided.

You placed the last cookie on the plate, your mind running over everything Crowley had told you about himself, you never thought you would learn so much about the king of hell, and yet, you wanted to know more. This whole night had been something out of one of your daydreams, it was calm, intimate, and well...domestic, almost as if you were just a normal husband and wife and not a researcher and the king of hell himself. You wonder if this is what he would be like, as a husband, sure you knew that he had to be tough to rule hell, but maybe...Around a wife. No, you can't let your mind wander too far, your lives were very different, and besides as much as you wished for this, this calm, serene sense of home with him...You knew this was more than likely only one-sided. 

"Snow falling gently to the ground

'Tis is the night before

And in my heart there is no doubt

That this is gonna be

The brightest holiday

'Cause here you are with me

Baby, baby, I can't wait"

You heard the snap before you even registered the fact that the dirty dishes were washed and placed neatly in the drying rack, turning you came face to face with Crowley, a playful smirk on his lips as he watched your shock slowly turn into playfulness as well.

"That's cheating" you laughed, he simply shrugged.

"I call it convenient" 

"That is true" you smiled before adding.

"I should have you around more often" and just like that, a switch had been flipped and his eyes met yours, still a bit playful, but you could see the seriousness in them as well.

"Would you want that? Being around me more often" he asked, his voice low as he watched you for any signs that would halt his next move.

"To spend this special time of year with someone who

Makes me feel the special way that you do"

Your heart felt like it was running a marathon as you looked into his eyes, how come you never realized just how pretty they were? Maybe you had just never been close enough to see the way the light caught them, either way you could feel yourself falling more and more even though you knew he wanted an answer. Did you want that? Being around him more? Crowley may have started this evening out as just someone you slightly knew, but he was far more than that now. 

"Darling?" He spoke, his accent thicker as he watched you just as intensely.

"Yes" you spoke, your words barely above a whisper.

"Yes?" He asked, wanting to make sure that this truly was what you wanted because he knew, knew that as soon as he had you, he wouldn't be able to let you go.

"Yes, I want you around more often, I want to spend more time with you...Like this" You told him, watching as the smile spread across his lips, not a smirk, but an actual smile, one that  reached his eyes.

"I'd like that too Darling" he spoke, and heaven help you but the only thing you could think was.

'If you don't kiss me I might just die'

And either he read your mind, or read your face, but that playful smirk rested on his lips once more as he pulled the hand from behind his back that you hadn't even noticed he had hidden. In it, was a sprig of mistletoe that he looked down at before meeting your gaze again.

"I figured you were more of the traditional type" he stated, raising his hand above you both so that the mistletoe dangled right above your heads, you could help the giggle that escaped you, or the smile when he used his free hand to grab your waist and pull you flush against him. Your hands coming up to cup his face as you both got lost in each other's eyes once more, before he slowly leaned in and gave you, what you hoped, was the first of many breathtaking kisses.

"Walkin' with you in a winter's snow

Kissin' underneath the mistletoe

People smiling everywhere we go

It's Christmas eve and they can see we're in love"

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it ^_^ let me know what you think.

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She’s My Whip

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2250

Warnings: oral (m & f giving/receiving) sex, squirting, cursing, pornish language and other adulting things that make it 18+only

A/N:  A-Z Kink Challenge: Younger/Older  Written for @covered-byroses #cbrkinkchallange  Thank you Ms.Kelly for letting me participate in my first writing challenge

A/N: this is my first work (outside a drabble) I’ve ever let anyone read. I quit writing over a decade ago so I’m rusty as hell but working on getting my mojo back. Creative criticism welcome

A/N II: 3/21/21 I did some rewriting on this piece I love so much, fixing the things that’s nagged at me since original release.

* no beta , all mistakes are mine

*GIF not mine

“...So that’s when I knew I had closed the deal.” The guy next to me at the bar Greg, or Gary, who'd been droning on about this deal for the last twenty minutes looked at me waiting for a response.

“That’s fantastic, congratulations on closing the deal.” You responded enthusiastically, faking it like an orgasm during bad sex. 

Sipping on the glass of wine he ordered, trying not to grimace at the taste and wondering for the umpteenth time what is it with men your age? Why did they feel entitled to decide what to order you without asking?

Now in your early forties you prefer men like your alcohol, on the younger side with an adventurous edge.

Tuning out ummm, David as he continues to prattle on about his whatever. He seems like a nice guy, kinda reminds you of that character from Pleseantville, the husband who kept saying where’s my dinner.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry to interrupt your evening, but I need to speak to Ms. Y/L/N.” You both turn to see who is addressing you.

 Fuck me, he’s here.

He and his partner, Agent Dean Smith, showed up your workplace this morning about the weird event in HR department. They had every red blooded woman, and a few of the guys, drooling in their lattes. 

After your interview with Agent Smith, who’d been flirting with everyone female with a pulse during their interviews, he asked you for drinks and whatever.

It had been extremely tempting, he was ridiculously good looking with those succulent full lips, green eyes, bowed just enough for you to fit perfectly between legs and cinnamon freckles that made you wonder if he’s covered everywhere in them.

You hated to admit it’s been to damn long since any man has giving you such a through fucking, you know, the type that makes your legs shake uncontrollably when you cum and walk funny for days.

You had reluctantly..very reluctantly.. turned him down. The reason being the man standing behind you.

“And who might you be?” Ralph maybe, asks rudely.

 Agent Samuel Wesson flashes his FBI credentials at possibly John before turning to addresses you. He’s delicious, literally walking sex with those long, long legs.

“Ms. Y/L/N, could we go somewhere more private? I have some questions that need clarification.”  Unable to answer because your brain has migrated to your pussy that’s dripping wet from the sound of his deep, whiskey-honey voice alone.

Crossing your legs you clenched your thighs together trying to cover your down south problem but he tracks your movement with those indelible, fox slanted eyes and smirks.

Shit.

“Look, I don't care if your President...” Steve, IDK, says standing up to get in his face but falls short, literally, by several inches.

Biting on the inside of your cheek to stop bursting out in laughter you take a sip of the horrid wine to compose yourself because there is absolutely no way in hell your going to pass up on the opportunity to make time with this gorgeous mountain of a man who’s literally made you cum without even touching you. 

Standing up you insert yourself between them and play with Donny’s tie. “I’m so sorry, we were having such a good time, and I was thinking of asking you back to mine, but I’d feel awful if I know something and didn't help, please don't be mad at me.” You pout a bit, pretending to actually sound sorry, all the while internally cringing at the fucking drivel spewing out of your mouth to mollify whatchamacallit.

If anyone had asked you how you thought this night would have ended, never in a million would you have said that you’d be reclining on the hood of a ‘67 Impala in an empty field splitting a bottle of Knob Creek Whiskey with Samual Wesson, IE Sam Winchester, discussing everything from politics to debating if GOT’s ending was screwed up while stargazing.

Sam takes a long pull off the bottle before handing it back, “Why did you turn Dean down?” He inquires.

“I’ve been around long enough to know a player when I see one,” you take a long pull from the bottle, “and I’ve reached an age where I don’t and won’t be played.” You answer honestly handing the bottle to Sam.

He’s taking a drink when you cheekily add, “Besides, he’s too old for me.”

Coughing from the whiskey going down the wrong way Sam finally croaks out, “To old? He’s three years younger than you.” You raise an eyebrow at that.

“You know how old I am?” 

Sam starts peeling off the bottles label, “Yeah, I do. I checked out everyone who had any connection to the victim. I didn’t think you’d be interested, Dean’s well...Dean. Women are always attracted to him but then he said you turned him down and....”

“...you followed me to that bar hoping to get lucky?” It’s hard to see under the moonlight but you know he’s blushing, “I’ll admit it was sorely tempting but I turned Dean down because you're more my type.” Sam looked up in surprise. 

You shift towards him reaching for the bottle, “Look, I like younger men, it's my thing and I find I have more in common with them. Nobody thinks twice about some old fart fucking a twenty something, but if an older woman is sexually adventurous, oh my god everyone goes spar! Lots of younger men today prefer being with someone who’s life doesn’t revolve around kids, can hold an intellectual conversation and isn’t looking to put a ring on it.

I came across this British blogger in her fifties dating men in their twenties and they were the ones doing the chasing. She came up with this new term for women like us, W.H.I.P-Women who are Hot, Intelligent and in their Prime. Fucking better than that old, tired, cliche Cougar.” 

Sam ruminants over what you said, “So sexually adventurous...ever do it on an Impala?” He asks with a lascivious grin.

”Nuh-uh,“ you answer running your tongue teasingly around the bottles lip before taking a drink. 

Sam's eyes dilate as he pulls the bottle away, brushing his lips against yours to taste the whiskey lingering on them.

Opening your mouth you catch his bottom lip, sucking on it as he tangles his hands into your hair, deepening the kiss as you work at opening the buttons of his shirt. Pushing against Sam's chest he sits back a bit so you can remove it before shifting him fully onto his back, allowing you to straddle his narrow hips and making your skirt ride up revealing your cheekster panties

Sam slips his hand between your obscenely spread thighs, roughly palming your clit through the material making you hiss, reaching to pull his hand away before your cumming to fast. He takes hold your ass in both of his big hands grips tightly pulling and pushing, making you roughly glide over his rapidly filling cloth covered cock. He’s keeping you right on edge but not allowing you to cum, the friction from the grinding eliciting moans from both of you. He sits both of you upright suddenly, gripping your shirts hem lifting it off revealing your bare breasts to him.

Sam bends forward taking your left nipple between his lips sucking on it then bits down hard enough you cry out from the pain/pleasure of it. Tangling both your hands in his hair you tug until he switches breasts to give the same treatment to your other nipple. Dragging him off your chest you resume kissing him hard, both of you start fighting for dominance.

Reaching down you unzip his pants, dipping your hand in to caress him. Sam's head drops back with a groan, exposing his neck. Your lips travel down his throat, stopping, sucking a bruise just above his collarbone.

Sliding backwards off the cars hood you finish stripping him until he's lying completely naked, legs wantonly spread out across the hood. You watch him grip his cock stroking himself as you discard the last of your own clothes before climbing back on the car.

“You’re stunning,” Sam breathily says stroking himself harder.

Keeping eye contact you place your hand over his, guiding him down to firmly grip the base of his twitching cock to steady it as you move your hands around on the hood to balance yourself, bending over to flick your tongue along the underside of his shaft up to that specific sensitive area, your tongue teasing the nerves there, making Sam shiver and noisily start panting before slowly sliding up to the slit, lapping at the precum leaking from the tip before wrapping your lips around his cock and start steadily bobbing up and down, taking his ample cock as deep as you can without gagging.

“Oh fuck yesss..feels so good,” Sam moans out as his muscles jerk from the way your tongue is moving over his cock that’s suctioned tight in your mouth.

Pulling off you stroke your hand up and down his long, thick shaft, twisting towards the tip while watching Sam massage his balls.

Sam's head thunks against the windshield as his breaths coming out harsh and broken, hips bucking wildly around from the combined stimulation.

“Fuckingfuck... fuuuu...gonna…’ was all the warning he gives before spilling hot liquid over your fingers and spurting onto the Impalas hood, painting it with white splatters as you continue stroking lightly with your cum covered fingers, easing him through the aftershocks till Sam reaches down pulling you off, to sensitive for anymore touching.

Sitting up Sam cups your cheeks in his big hands staring intently at you with lust blown chameleon eyes. “How the fuck did you do that, I haven’t cum that fast since puberty.”

Instead of saying anything, you insert your cum covered fingers one by one into you mouth, sucking and licking till your hands clean of his spending. He wraps his big hand around your wrist pulling your hand away and deeply kisses you, tasting himself in your mouth. 

“Backseat now.” He growls getting off the hood and still holding your wrist gathers the discarded clothes with his other hand before dragging you with him around the car.

Opening the door he urges you to slide across the bench seat until you lying back against the other door legs spread wide to accommodate him as he’s climbing between them, somehow fitting his immense frame in the car.

Sam runs his long, slender fingers along the inside of your thighs, over your hips and stomach, studying every tremble and shiver to his touch moving to lightly stroke between your folds, inserting two fingers into your soaked channel searching for that spot. “Hmmm..” You moan out as Sam finds it.

Somehow he amazingly folds himself up and spreading his fingers to stretch your opening to delve his tongue into your core wanting a taste while continuing to stroke your thighs and hips with his other hand to keep you stimulated.

“Fuuuccckk,” the only warning you can give as you climax.

Sam adjusts the movements of his hand to keep working your swollen g spot, pushing you towards another orgasm.

The car fills with the wet squelching sounds with his fingers moving in and out of your drooling cunt as nonsensical noises come out of your mouth at the same time. 

“Uhhh...to much….can’t…”  your barley able to pant out pushing on the seat back trying to get some leverage to move away from him.

“Yes you can, cum for me again, I want to see you squirt, ruin the seat.” Sam growls out pinning both of your hands in his left one against the doors window.

You can feel it starting deep inside, begging for release, but your massively overstimulated and your body keeps fighting it.

 “Just let go, I know you can,” Sam says in a calm, level voice, stark contrast to his animalistic actions, “let it happen…let go!” Your bodies shaking violently, hips thrusting up off the seat as your orgasm hits so hard you silently scream, your inner muscles spasming your release, flooding over his wrist and hand onto the leather seat below.

He briefly continues the steady movement of his fingers then gently pulls them out as your walls continue clenching around nothing.

Releasing your hands he picks up your discarded skirt wiping your overused pussy tenderly, cleaning you up as much as possible before lifting your hips and placing the old army blanket on the seat and lying down behind you spoons your quivering body till it’s calmed.

 “You ok?” He asks softly stroking your arm, soothing you. “Yeah, better than ok,” you drowsily murmur, “what possessed you to recreate the night we meet?”

“Wanted to do something special for our fourth anniversary.” He lovingly replies nuzzling your neck.

 “And your birthday,” you feel Sam make a face at being reminded he is now thirty-six. “Why is this one bothering you, they never have before.”

 “Its stupid,” he sighs, making you turn your head enough to look at him. “Dean noticed that grey hair and..”

“..gave you shit about it. You could ignore him.”

“Mission impossible, it’s Dean” Sam says, sighing again.

“Hmm, well then there's only one option...Winchester him.” You say looking serious.

Sam smiles at your suggestion. It had been to damn long since he had pranked Dean and payback was way overdue. 

“See, with age comes wisdom, grasshopper”