#I’m legit wanting to watch more of Sams just for this one fella

[jackobbit]

Finally back home which means I can draw again!! Definitely felt rusty turning this quick doodle out but hopefully I’ll be back to my usual self tomorrow!

Decided to draw my fav Bloodmoon scene so far, big thanks to the person who informed me about the Bloodmoon YouTube playlist, it’s been a delight to watch!

Now if only I could get caught up on all those episodes… hm..

[ID: A two panel comic of Bloodmoon and the Hobo from The Sun and Moon Show drawn digitally on Magma. In the first panel, Bloodmoon looks up towards the sky, one hand is raised to shield their eyes from the sun, they smile in a giddy manner as they call out “Bird!”. The Hobo stands next to them, without a reaction. They say the word “What?” But it’s partially cut off. In the next panel, Bloodmoon hits the Hobo in the back of the head, grinning wildly. There is text that says “Wham” in all capital letters above the Hobo as he is hit. Both characters are colored in a light red, and they are placed against a grey background. Small hearts and comments left by other people surround the two images. /End ID]

[bamby0304]

Her Saviours- Ch.8

Series Masterlist

Summary: During an odd case, the Winchesters came across Y/N, a scared young Omega girl who had been used as a lure for a nest of vampires. After rescuing her from the monsters, John and his sons took her in knowing she was in no state to live among ordinary people. But three Alphas and one Omega is a mixture bound for disaster.

A/N: This is unbeta’d, ‘cause I legit just finished it and kinda wanted to just post it quickly so I could move on and start writing more...

Warnings: Explicit language. ABO dynamics. Angst.

Bamby

You were fast asleep, curled into Dean’s side with his arm around you as he laid down flat on his stomach. He twitched, pulling you closer as his other hand snuck under his pillow to grab the knife hidden underneath. You barely had a chance to register the fact someone else was in the room, before Dean suddenly rolled over and held you behind his back as he turned to the intruder.

His body relaxed in an instant the second he spotted Sam standing there, with a tray of coffees and a paper bag you assumed was full of food.

“Morning, sunshine.” Sam grinned knowingly at Dean, who still had you behind him.

Rubbing at his eyes, Dean groaned, “What time is it?”

“Uh, it's about five forty-five.”

“In the morning?”

“Yep.”

You whined, rolling back over to try and get some sleep.

“Where does the day go?” Dean grumbled as he dragged himself to the edge of the bed. “Did you get any sleep last night?” he asked, his words directed at Sam.

“Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours.”

Bullshit.

“Liar,” Dean called him out. “'Cause I was up at three, and you were watching a George Foreman infomercial.”

“Hey, what can I say?” Sam shrugged. “It's riveting TV.”

“When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?”

Sam didn’t seem fazed. “I don't know, a little while, I guess. It's not a big deal.”

“Yeah, it is,” Dean argued.

“Look, I appreciate your concern-”

“Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep our asses alive,” he gave your covered leg a pat. “So I need you sharp,” he noted. There was a paused before he asked, “Seriously, are you still having nightmares about Jess?”

That was the last straw.

Pulling the sheets back, you threw yourself out of bed, grabbed a fist full of clothes, and stormed into the bathroom.

It’s not that you didn’t like the girl, it’s just… things were weird. They were awkward. They were complicated. You were pissed.

Here you were, with two Alphas that you cared about, and they cared about you. They were young, unbonded, familiar, safe. They were smart, funny, strong, caring. They were both the full package. Two perfect specimens… and neither wanted you. Not the way you needed them, at least.

The longer you went without John, the more time you were stuck with Sam and Dean, the clearer things got. Sam was never going to get over Jess, he was never going to let you in, you were never going to have what you used to have with him. Dean was never going to settle down, he was never going to give up other women, he was never going to claim you despite the fact he insisted he had feelings for you.

If things don’t change, I’m leaving, you told yourself.

Staring at your reflection in the crappy motel mirror that made everything look a little distorted, you made a promise. If no one was willing to step up, you were going to step down.

“Thanks for making the trip so quick,” Jerry started.

After a long shower, you’d walked back out into the motel room to find Sam and Dean packing. Neither talked about your sudden departure, instead Dean had pulled you closer and kissed your forehead before telling you about a possible case. That’s how you ended up here, with Jerry, walking through the hangar he worked at.

“I ought to be doing you guys a favour, not the other way around.” Jerry turned to Sam as he went on, “Dean and your dad really helped me out. And Y/N… she was the saving grace that really calmed my family down.”

Sam glanced down at you then, lips twitching as if he wanted to smile. He fought the urge though. “Yeah, Dean told me. It was a poltergeist?”

“Poltergeist?” one of the other workers called out. “Man, I loved that movie.”

“Hey, nobody's talking to you,” Jerry snapped. “Keep walking.” He waited until he was sure no one else was listening before he nodded at Sam. “Damn right it was a poltergeist, practically tore our house apart. Tell you something, if it wasn't for you and your dad, I probably wouldn't be alive,” he told Dean and then went back to Sam. “Your dad said you were off at college. Is that right?”

“Yeah, I was. I'm… taking some time off.”

“Well, he was real proud of you. I could tell. He talked about you all the time.”

“He did?” Sam was genuinely surprised.

You ducked your head down and smiled at the ground. John had always gone on about his youngest son. The defiant black sheep of the family. John could brag about his college boy for hours if you got him going.

“Yeah, you bet he did.” Jerry nodded. “Oh, hey, you know I tried to get a hold of him, but I couldn't. How's he doing, anyway?”

“He's, um, wrapped up in a job right now,” Dean dodged.

“Well, we're missing the old man, but we get Sam. Even trade, huh?” Jerry grinned as Dean chuckled.

Sam, however, didn’t quite agree. “No, not by a long shot.”

In Jerry’s office, you all took a seat. Jerry sat on one side of the desk, while the rest of you sat on the other.

“I listened to this. And, well, it sounded like it was up your alley.” Jerry grabbed a cd and put it into a drive. “Normally I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia flight 2485. It was one of ours.”

The recording started, and within seconds you found your hand shooting out to grab Dean’s.

“Mayday! Mayday! Repeat! This is United Britania 2485—immediate instruction help!”

“United Britanis 2485, I copy your message-”

“May be experiencing some mechanical failure...”

Suddenly there was this loud whooshing sound before the recording stopped.

“Took off from here, crashed about two hundred miles south,” Jerry explained. “Now, they're saying mechanical failure. Cabin depressurized somehow. Nobody knows why. Over a hundred people on board. Only seven got out alive. Pilot was one. His name is Chuck Lambert. He's a good friend of mine. Chuck is, uh...well, he's pretty broken up about it. Like it was his fault.

“You don't think it was?” Sam asked.

“No, I don't.”

“Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifests, um, a list of survivors-”

Dean nodded, cutting Sam off, “Right, and uh… any way we can take a look at the wreckage?”

“The other stuff is no problem,” Jerry assured them, “but the wreckage... fellas, the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse. No way I've got that kind of clearance.”

That didn’t seem to bother Dean, as he simply shrugged. “No problem.”

You stood with Sam outside a Copy Jack, while Dean was in doing his thing. You could have gone in with him, but you felt the need to be with the car. With the Impala.

She was as much your home as she was the brothers’. You’d lived on the road for years now, and the only consistent place you could call your won was Baby. When things always felt like they were crumbling, you knew she would always be there.

Like now. John was John, Sam was back and it was weird, Dean was his usual self which wasn’t helping you at all… you weren’t sure how much longer you could deal with all of this.

Looking over at Sam as he leaned against the car, just a few feet away from you, you wondered if things would ever be the same. If things would ever feel less strange and foreign. He used to be your best friend, someone you could rely on for anything, but now you weren’t sure.

The door to the Copy Jack opened as Dean walked out, almost pumping into a young and attractive woman right away.

She smiled, looking him up and down. “Hey.”

“Hi.” He grinned, checking her out in return.

Having seen enough, you sighed and pulled the car door open before climbing in. Just because you knew what you and Dean had wasn’t an exclusive thing, doesn’t mean you wanted to be reminded of it every time a pretty woman walks by.

“You've been in there forever,” Sam noted as his brother neared the car.

You looked out the window and watched as Dean held up two fake IDs. “You can't rush perfection.”

“Homeland Security?” Sam took one of the cards. “That's pretty illegal, even for us.”

“Yeah, well, it's something new. You know? People haven't seen it a thousand times.” Dean shrugged as he walked around the car. Both he and Sam slid in before he went on, “All right, so, what do you got?”

“Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder.” Sam grabbed his laptop.

“Yeah?”

“Listen.” Sam pressed play and started the edited version of the recording Jerry had shown you.

The voices from before were all scratchy and distorted, followed by something new…

“No survivors!”

Dean frowned. "’No survivors’? What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors.”

“Got me.” Sam shrugged.

“So, what are you thinking? A haunted flight?”

“There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travellers,” Sam started. “Or remember flight 401?”

“Right.” Dean nodded. “The one that crashed, the airline salvaged some of its parts, put it in other planes, then the spirit of the pilot and co-pilot haunted those flights.”

“Right. Maybe we got a similar deal,” Sam suggested.

“All right, so, survivors, which one do you want to talk to first?”

“Third on the list, Max Jaffey,” Sam told Dean.

“Why him?”

“Well, for one, he's from around here. And two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, I spoke to his mother. And she told me where to find him.”

“He’s in a psychiatric hospital,” you explained before Sam could.

Turning in his seat, Dean looked to you. “Psychiatric hospital?” Both you and Sam gave a short nod. His eyes landed on you again. “You’re not coming.”

“No surprise there,” you mumbled.

“Hey. It’s a psychiatric hospital, you’re an Omega, there’s no telling what might happen,” he noted.

You shrugged. “I’m not arguing, Dean. Why should I bother?” Shifting in your seat, you turned your back on him and looked out the window.

When you don’t know what the brothers might be hunting, there’s not a lot you could do. What little research there was, had already been done. So, while locked away in the motel room, you just flicked through the TV, doing your best not to overthink.

You wanted to call John, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t bear the thought of listening to his voice mail for the millionth time. It was painful to hear, knot knowing when or if you’d veer see him again.

The motel room door opened as Sam and Dean returned. You glanced up from the TV to greet them, only to have your words get caught in your throat.

“Why are you dressed in suits?” you asked, eyes dragging over Dean and the black and white suit he wore.

Sighing, he dumped his keys, phone and wallet on the table. “Sam thought we needed to look the part.”

“You, uh… you look good,” you managed, suddenly finding your mouth a little dry.

Dean paused as he looked over at where you were sprawled out on the bed, having been watching TV. His lips curved into a grin as he started tugging on his tie and heading your way.

“I look good, huh?” He threw his tie onto the ground and then started to crawl up the bed.

Laughing lightly, you leaned up to meet him halfway as he bent down to press his lips against yours. Despite having been upset with him earlier, you just couldn’t stay mad. Especially not when he looked like this… there was something about a guy in a suit that made you all tingly.

“Guys,” Sam groaned. “Not right now. We’ve got a case and I’m still in the room.”

“Get your own room,” Dean grumbled, trailing his lips down to your neck. “My girl needs some attention.”

Your heart fluttered when he called you his girl, all thoughts and doubts from earlier fading. Dean always managed to get you to forgive him.

Sam wasn’t letting the two of you fall into each other so easily. “Dean, the case… the sulphur.”

You tensed underneath Dean and pressed your hand on his chest to pull him back up. “Sulphur.”

Nodding, he sighed again as he pulled back and stood again. “When we checked out the wreckage, we found sulphur.”

“So… we’re thinking demon?”

“Yeah,” Sam answered, looking from you to his brother, as if he was waiting for Dean to tell you more. As if he was waiting for something specific.

Dean glanced over at his brother with a look that clearly said he didn’t want to say more, but apparently, he had no choice. Sam just waited, expectantly, making Dean sigh one last time.

“Sammy and me think you should stay out of this one.”

You looked to each brother with a growing frown. “You mean… you want me sitting in the motel room doing nothing? Not even research?”

“We can’t risk you getting involved. You’re an Omega. You’re an unclaimed Omega. We don’t know what this demon is about, and the last thing we want is for it to get a whiff of you. It’s too dangerous.”

There was a tightness in your throat as you watched Dean. You took in his words, you understood where he was coming from, and you hated it.

“I’m an Omega.” You gave a curt nod. “Sure, Dean… I’ll stay out of it.” Shaking your head, you got up and headed for the bathroom before closing and locking the door behind you.

You’re an Omega. You’re an unclaimed Omega. So, in other words, you’re too fragile and vulnerable to help us. You’ll just get in the way. You should stay home and be a good little Omega, like you’re supposed to. You’re not built for this.

Fine then. If they didn’t want you to help, then you wouldn’t. Clearly you weren’t needed here.

A knock on the bathroom door had you turning your head against the bath’s edge. You’d been in there for about an hour, soaking in the hot water you’d filled the tub with.

“Y/N?” Dean called from the other side. “We got a lead… Sam and me, we’re gonna head out. You okay here?”

Rolling your eyes, you turned away from the door again. “Yep.”

There was some mumbling on the other side that you couldn’t quite make out, before Dean snapped in a harsh whisper. “I got it, Sam. Just go get in the car.”

You listened as someone moved around in the other room before they left.

“Sweetheart… you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, Dean. You should go. There’s people to save and monsters to hunt, remember.”

He paused for a moment before giving the door a tap. “Okay… call us if you need anything.”

“Yep,” you answered shortly again.

Nothing else was said.

You listened as he moved about the room before leaving. Next you heard Baby start up, her roaring engine loud enough for you to hear perfectly. Then she was driving away.

The instant you were sure you were alone, and the brothers wouldn’t be back, you pulled yourself out of the tub and emptied the water. Grabbing your towel, you dried yourself off quickly and then pulled on some clothes before heading back out into the room.

Gathering everything of yours, you stuffed it into your bag. After making sure you’d left nothing behind, you pulled the strap of your bag over your shoulder and headed for the door.

Looking back once, you gave the room a sad smile before leaving.

It took no time at all before you found a car that was out of the way. No one saw anything as you broke into the car and dumped your things in the seat beside you. Dean had taught you how to hotwire a car a couple of years ago… you doubted he’d expected you to use that skill to run away from him.

Bamby

[dancingalone21]

Sunny Disposition

Summary: Dean has a hard time believing that the reader is a hunter because of her sunny disposition.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,597

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"What would you like to order, handsome?"

"Two slices of your finest pie, sweetheart. One apple and one cherry." Dean requests with a lick of his lips, handing over his menu to the voluptuous waitress.

"Between you and me...I won't tell if you make the pieces a little bigger than usual."

"It will be our little secret." She promises with a wink, before slinking away with a swivel in her hips.

"I don't want pie." Sam interrupts, making Dean unwillingly tear his eyes away from the waitress's plump ass.

"It's for Garth. The last time we worked together, he tried stealing a bite of my pie and I nearly shot him. The dork is getting his own this time." Dean declares with a huff, his grumpiness getting worse by the second.

"I see." Sam awkwardly shifts in his seat and it makes Dean squint his eyes suspiciously.

"Where the hell is he anyways?"

"Well..." Sam unsurely begins. "Garth is actually wrapped up in a shapeshifter case in Massachusetts."

"We're in Rhode Island, Sammy. Why would numbnuts agree to meet us here?"

"He didn't want you to yell at him." His younger brother stifles a laugh.

Dean roughly slams his palm down onto the diner table, "Something fishy is going on and I don't like friggin fish!"

"Dude..."

"Spill it, Sammy."

Sam breathes out a heavy sigh, not wanting to rile Dean up any more considering they are in a public place. His older brother has been on the verge of insanity for days now, the mark seared into his arm making him painfully sensitive to things. Things that would normally just get a laugh or an eye roll.

"Garth thought he'd be available by now but his case got more complicated. So he's sending another hunter in his place."

"Seriously." Dean slumps down on his side of the booth, wondering where the fuck his delicious pie is at. He's definitely not in the mood to interact with any new people right now. Especially a new hunter.

"Garth said that Y/N is awesome. They've worked together a bunch of times and it's always gone well." Sam elaborates before taking a sip of his coffee.

"Wait...he's sending a chick?" Dean pauses as if he's hearing things. Before he can continue on, an overly upbeat voice breaks his train of thought.

"Hi! You guys must be Sam and Dean."

The two undeniably attractive men in the corner of the diner turn around to face you. Luckily Garth prepared you on what to expect from them, he stressed that both hunters look like scruffy supermodels. And you're happy to find out that they do not disappoint.

"Hey. I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean. Nice to meet you, Y/N."

"You too!" You gracefully slide into the booth, Sam being the only one who scoots over making room for you.

"How ya doing." Dean doesn't wait for a response, his abrupt delivery making it clear that he's not actually interested in an answer.

You ignore his moodiness, another thing that Garth filled you in on as you start scanning a menu, “I could definitely eat.” You announce out loud to the boys.

"Oh thank god." Dean practically salivates when the waitress finally carries over the little slices of heaven to the table.

"Ohh those look so good. I think I'm gonna get one too." You decide instantly.

"No need." Sam replies sweetly, sliding the slice of apple pie right in front of you. "This is all you."

"Nice! We are officially best friends now, Sam. I love pie."

"Did you hear that, Dean?" Sam says gesturing to you. "Y/N loves pie too."

"Lucky me." Dean drawls monotoned, he suddenly has a strong desire for the apple pie instead of the cherry.

"Oh my god. This pie is fantastic.” You declare after chewing a big bite. “I just love the Fall! I can’t wait to carve pumpkins. And I’m definitely gonna go apple picking soon. Have you guys ever done that stuff?” You wonder pulling opposite reactions from each brother.

"I can't say that we have." Sam chuckles softly. “Sounds like fun though.”

“It’s so much fun!" You tell them with an infectious smile.

"A bunch of fucked up townspeople tied me up in an apple orchard once. Does that count?" Dean delivers dryly before shoving pie into his mouth.

“Considering your lack of experience in fall activities...yes we can count that, Dean.” You giggle earning yourself a confused head tilt from him.

Expecting a snide remark in return, Dean raises an eyebrow when you react pleasantly instead. How in the hell are you a hunter? You're acting way too cheerful and carefree, those are the traits that rarely stick around when in this life.

"Where are you staying, Y/N? We're at the motel down the road." Sam asks throwing some cash down to pay the check.

"Same here."

"I'm guessing Garth filled you in about what's been happening in this town. Let's all change into our FBI shit and then get this party started." Dean smoothly springs up from the booth, his bowlegs stomping fast out of the door and over to his Impala.

"He's such a charmer." You mention with a chuckle, following Sam out of the diner. He just nods with a smirk as Dean starts loudly revving the engine trying to move shit along.

The older Winchester puts pressure on the gas once Sam joins him in the car, he watches you in his rear view mirror while speeding away.

"Y/N's nice. She seems cool."

Dean lightly scoffs, "There's no way Little Miss Sunshine is a hunter. No way a girl that gorgeous and that...happy is involved in our kind of life. Garth must be screwing with us. It's the only thing that makes sense."

"You're being paranoid, Dean. She's definitely a hunter. Garth sent me a photo of her yesterday, I did some homework and made some calls to make sure she's legit."

"We can't be too careful nowadays, man."

"Right. You should definitely test her." Sam jokes as they pull into the motel's parking lot. He looks over at his brother, automatically knowing that he should've kept his mouth shut.

"Wonderful idea, Sammy. There's clearly something off, Y/N's just way too content."

"And that's a problem?" Sam rumbles from his chest, swinging the passenger side door open and walking to their room. He notices you unlocking your door a few rooms down and it's quickly decided that the boys will head over in about ten minutes.

You expertly change into your FBI garb in little to no time, the familiar action is something you have down pat by now. Slipping into your heels, you realize there's still time to run a flat iron through your hair. Of course the second you plug it in, there's a loud pounding at your door.

"Hey. I'll be ready in a couple of minutes." You promise the two men once you open the door. Twirling around to head back into the bathroom, you miss the confusion on their faces.

"What...what are you wearing?" The gruffness in Dean's voice makes you stop and stare at him. God dammit, the man is a sexy pain in the ass.

"A new outfit. Cute huh?" You start bouncing on your heels, stealing a glance at Sam who made himself comfortable on your bed.

"Oh yeah. I'm jealous." Dean mocks you.

"I bet you are, big boy." You snicker at the impressive bitch face staring in your direction.

"You need to come off as an FBI agent, Y/N. That's too flashy. Go change into something black or grey."

"No."

"No..."

"I look adorable, Dean." You spin around slowly to emphasize your adorableness.

"That's besides the point." He snaps unable to stop his eyes from flickering over your body.

"It won't affect my job so relax. If anything I'll come off more approachable." You finish with a grin as you start dancing in place.

"Well aren't you just...full of pep." The words bitterly leave Dean's tongue as if they insulted him. "Sammy, a little help here."

"It could work." Sam immediately responds with a shrug.

"Unbelievable." "Dean huffs out. "Let's just forgo the rules so she can look adorable!"

"Don't be a silly goose, Dean." You giggle before stepping back into the bathroom to finish styling your hair.

"I don't even know how to respond to that!" Dean bellows feeling frustrated.

"Dude, I can see that vein on the side of your neck popping out. Chill." Sam adds with an amused smile.

"This girl, man. I’m losing my patience and I barely have any to begin with.”

"Listen...shit has been heavy lately for obvious reasons and I don't see it letting up any time soon. You need a little lightness in your life. We both do. So just give Y/N a break and embrace the positively."

"But I don't wanna." Dean all but whines as you stroll back into the room and on your way to the door.

"We ready, fellas?"

"Yeah." Sam speaks up. "I'm going to head to the morgue. You and Dean start interviewing the victims families. We can meet up in a couple of hours."

"Sweet! You're stuck with me, pretty boy." You playfully swat his arm before confidently sauntering away from him.

"I'm gonna kill you, Sammy." Dean growls under his breath stalking away from his younger brother.

"You two kids have fun!" Sam chuckles as he calls out, wisely bolting away from the impala.

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