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impala-dreamer · 8 years ago

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You Should Join Me

SPN FanFic Drabble

~When you finally find Dean, he’s found the pool.~

792 Words

Warnings: Fluffy Trash

A/N: For Lindsey @inmysparetime0, because she asked for it last night and actually reminded me this morning ;)

The spot next to you was empty when you rolled over; Dean had managed to sneak out of bed without waking you, a feat that he usual failed at. Something about the posh hotel room, the extra plush blankets, and fluffy pillows had lulled you fast to sleep and kept you there far longer than normal.

You took a deep breath and stretched out, your arms and legs taking advantage of the empty space beside you. It was early, judging by the pale light that trickled through the heavy beige curtain, probably around six a.m., which begged the question: where the hell was Dean? You weren't supposed to meet up with Sam and that British jerk for a few more hours.

Curiosity bested your desire to stay in bed and you slipped away, pulled on your sneakers, and tied your hair back. You stuck your key card in the waistband of your sweatpants, noting that Dean's card was missing from the bureau. Maybe he was getting coffee or parked in front of the complimentary waffle bar. Wherever he was, he wouldn't have gone far.

You took the elevator down to the first floor, still amazed at the fact you were staying at a place with an actual, working elevator. Mick had seemed unimpressed by the accommodations, even apologizing that he could not find a better place nearby. He must be spoiled beyond belief, this place was amazing. The halls were well lit, the carpets clean and free of mystery stains. The bathrooms had little bottles of shampoo and mouthwash, and actual white towels hanging from fancy chrome bars. It was clean and safe and temperature controlled. It was like a palace compared to some of the places you'd stayed during your time with the Winchesters.

It didn't smell weird either, you thought as you made your way through the first floor, peeking this way and that in search of your man. What you did smell, however was chlorine. Chlorine meant a pool. And a pool meant you could spend ten minutes relaxing by yourself. This place just got better and better.

You followed your nose, deciding to check out the facilities and see what time the doors opened. White printed letters adorned a glass door that led to the pool. The lights were off behind it and you sighed in defeat, the pool didn't open until eight. You were about to turn around and continue your search for Dean when you heard a splash. It was faint and muffled by the door, but you definitely heard it. You cupped your hands and pressed them to the glass you that you could peer inside, but as you did, the door popped open, unlocked and swinging free.

Falling forward through the door, you stumbled into the steamy room. The air was thick and hot, a gentle fog rising from the heated water. One side of the long room was nothing but windows that looked out into a dense forest of pine; the first rays of sunlight filtered through the branches and filled the room with a gentle glow.

Movement in the water pulled your attention away from the scenery, and you looked down to see a mop of dark, wet hair bobbing up and down in the clear water. The figure disappeared for a few seconds and then shot straight up, breaking out of the water and revealing familiar shoulders and arms.

“Dean?”

He spun around, his arms flying through the water as he treaded in place. “Well good morning. Thought you were going to sleep all day.” He grinned and swam towards you, pushing himself up to lean on the edge of the pool once he got there.

“It’s barely sun up,” you said, rolling your eyes. “And since when do you get up so early? Or swim for that matter. I didn’t know you could swim.”

“Of course I can swim,” he scoffed and ran a hand down over his face, wiping away the droplets that peppered his cheeks. “Can you?”

You laughed and crouched down next to the edge. “I can.”

“You should join me then. The water is amazing.” Dean bit his lip and smirked up at you, clearly letting you know he had other ideas beside taking laps with you.

You lowered yourself onto your knees and leaned over, bringing your face dangerously close to his, “I would, but I didn’t bring my swimsuit.” You pouted and inched in closer to his lips, ready for your real morning greeting.

Dean leaned up to meet your lips, kissing you sweetly with his wet mouth before letting himself sink back down into the warm water. He laughed as he swam away, kicking up a wave behind him. “Neither did I…”

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impala-dreamer · 8 years ago

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Too Good

SPN FanFic

~Sometimes you have to remind your husband just how good he looks...~

Jensen x Reader

1,009 Words

Warnings: Pure Fluff. And some kissing. Sexy fluff.

A/N: Thanks to @inmysparetime0 for the read over. This is for @@tennesseewhiskey-and-pie who had this silly idea during our morning chitchat. Hope you like it!

The windows were still dark, but a bright light from the closet hit your eyes, pulling you awake. You moaned and rolled over, hugging your pillow as you peeked towards the walk in.

Jensen stood shirtless in the doorway, his hands running over the shirts that hung down from the high bar; a sea of cotton and flannel, button ups and sweaters. Blues and grays, greens and browns and every color in between. You smiled at him, watching the muscles in his back move as he swept over his clothing choices. He probably had more clothes at this point than you did, you thought, letting out a tiny giggle.

His head snapped around at the sound of your voice. “Oh shit baby, did I wake you?”

You shook your head and sat up, stretching as you propped yourself up against the cushioned headboard of the big bed. “Nah, I should be getting up soon anyway. What time’s your flight again?”

“Eight,” he said, turning back to the closet and pulling a gray henley off of rack. He slipped it over his head and pulled it down, smoothing the fabric over his chest and stomach. You raised an eyebrow, your lip curling into a smirk as you stared at your sexy husband. Jensen turned and smiled at you, raising his hands in question, “Good?’

“Too good,” you laughed, biting your lip.

“Too good?” he asked with a faintly dimpled smile.

“Yeah, too good. Take it off.”

He paused, mid laugh, and shook his head. “What?”

“You can’t wear that out! The fangirls will attack you,” you informed him, crossing your arms and laughing. “It’s too tight in the right places.”

“What are you talking about Y/N/N?”

You pushed the comforter off of your legs and crawled to the edge of the bed. “Look at yourself in the mirror! That shirt shows every line on your chest, the sleeves are barely containing your arms, and that V neck? I’m sorry babe, if you didn’t have to leave in a half hour, I’d be attacking you right now.”

The blush that filled your husband’s face was not lost on you and it made your stomach flip. He was so goddamn handsome sometimes you still couldn’t believe it; and on top of that, he truly didn’t realize the effect he had on everyone. Sometimes you had to remind him.

“Seriously Jay, change the shirt. I don’t want you mobbed in the airport.”

“Fine,” he mumbled in mock exasperation, and pulled the shirt off, tossing it at you.

“Hey! Hang it up!” you giggled and threw it back.

Back into the closet he went, pulling out another shirt and disappearing behind the wall to dress. When he came out to seek your approval, you shook your head and covered your laugh behind your hand. This one was even worse: a tight vintage Skynyrd tee that clung to him even more than the last. “Nope! I see nipples,” you announced, making him sigh and turn back around.

Three more shirts came and went, each earning a negative word, but positive reaction. He was teasing you so well, picking out the shirts he knew you liked but wouldn’t allow. The fashion show was amusing but frustrating. You were getting a little hot and bothered watching him strip over and over, knowing you didn’t have enough time to pull him back to bed with you before had to leave.

“I don’t know what you want me to wear, babe. I’m running out of options here.” He called from deep inside the closet, a hint of true annoyance plain in his voice.

“Wear whatever you want. Just know that there will be tons of dirty stories written about you if you leave the house looking the way you do.”

His head popped out from the doorway, “You think?”

“I know.”

Jensen walked out, clad in a fitted black tee, carrying a gray plaid to throw over the top. “Oh, you know? You read those dirty stories Y/N?” He moved towards you slowly as he pulled on the flannel.

“Maybe…” you smiled shyly. “Gotta see what they’re dreaming up about my man. And believe me, your clothing choices certainly influence them. Especially when you wear the leather jacket.” You winked as he came even closer, licking his lips as he approached. His green eyes flew over your face and down your body, settling on the thin cotton nightshirt that covered your breasts. “Look at you, licking those lips. You drive everyone crazy and you don’t even care.”

“I can’t help it,” he pouted and leaned down to you.

“Oh yes you can. You know damn well what you’re doing.” You leaned back as he placed his hands on either side of you on the bed, inching ever closer to you. “And you do it so well.”

In one sweeping motion he had you lying beneath him, one hand cradling your head as the other slid down your side, his warm fingers making their way up underneath your shirt. You wrapped a hand around his neck and forced his lips down to yours, sucking greedily at his full bottom lip. He moaned and pressed his hips against you, the denim covered bulge nudging at your core. You slipped your arms down his back as you kissed, your hands settling on his firm ass and pulling him closer. You whimpered against his lips as he rolled against you once more.

“Why don’t we write a dirty story of our own?” he teased, leaving your lips to kiss his way across your jaw and nip at your ear.

Quickly you lifted your shoulders, craning your neck to look at the clock on the nightstand. “OK Hot Stuff, we got twenty minutes. Let’s see what you can do.”

Jensen growled and pushed himself up, kneeling between your legs as his hands went to the hem of his shirt, ready to strip once more.

“Wait!” you yelped, shaking your head and laying a hand on his chest. “Leave the shirt on…”

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impala-dreamer · 8 years ago

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Stitches and Whiskey

SPN FanFic

~Y/N patches Dean up after a rough hunt~

Dean x Reader, Sam

1,164 Words

Warnings: Extreme Sass and Banter between Dean x Reader. Also Fluff. And some wandering hands.

A/N: This sprang from my question of, “Why don’t they just go to CVS and get a real first aid kit?” Thanks to @idreamofhazel and @inmysparetime0 for their help and @jpadjackles for the gif (i’m a mess tonight. lol)

Dean crashed through the motel room door, Sam in his wake, and Y/N close behind. They were drenched in sweat, covered in dirt, and dripping with blood. The hunt had gone just about as expected, perhaps with a few more baseball bats to the face than Dean would have liked, but it wasn’t anything the trio couldn’t handle.

Sam’s nose was bleeding, his lip and eye cut; dried blood stained his flannel and he ripped it off, retreating quickly into the bathroom. Dean collapsed onto his bed and slowly peeled off his shirt. A deep gash marred his upper arm, the flesh torn and oozing. Y/N gasped when she saw it, and ran to her duffel bag.

“You’re gonna need stitches,” she said as she dug through her clothes to pull out the first aid kit from the bottom of the bag.

Dean rolled his eyes, “Ya think?” He touched the cut and pulled back, wincing in pain.

“Well don’t touch it, dummy!” Y/N shook her head and set the white box down on the bed. She sat next to him and gently touched his arm, her fingers dancing around the wound, assessing the damage. “Yup, that’s a doozy!”

“Who even says ‘doozy’?” Dean scoffed, “How old are you?”

“Younger than you, Grandpa. Now, shut up and hold still.”

Dean huffed and let his head fall back, waiting impatiently for Y/N to stitch him up. She opened the kit and carefully laid out what she would need. Dean peeked down at her, “What is that?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow as she ripped open out a pack of gauze, shaking her head, “A first aid kit. For to administer first aid. Works much better than floss and whiskey.”

“Nothing wrong with floss and whiskey, Y/N.”

“Yeah, well, I happen to know about these magical places called drug stores, and in them you can purchase medical supplies so you don’t die of sepsis after being cut with rusty, jagged pipes,” she sassed and opened the brown bottle of peroxide, holding it to the gauze pad in her hand. “By the way, when was your last tetanus shot?”

“What’s a tetanus shot?” Y/N rolled her eyes and pressed the wet gauze to his skin. He yelped like a child and pulled away. “Holy shit!”

“Relax! It’s killing the germs!” Y/N scolded.

“Why is it bubbling?”

“It’s peroxide. It does that. Now, hold still!”

Dean shook his head, his teeth clenched, his lips twisted in a deep frown. “God damn it Y/N! You’re a crappy nurse, you know that?”

“Hey! I’m the best damn nurse you’ve ever had!” Y/N dabbed at the cut and then turned her attention back to the medical equipment. She carefully chose her needle and thread, and took a deep breath, looking up at Dean. “This is gonna suck,” she cautioned.

Dean sighed, “This is why we use whiskey. I can’t drink that peroxide shit.”

Y/N took pity on him and went to the table by the door, bringing back his bottle of Jack. He twisted the cap off with his teeth and took a deep drink. “You want some?” He asked, holding the bottle towards her.

“That might help actually, it’s been awhile since I’ve done this.” Dean’s entire body tensed with fear as she spoke, but she laughed it away, “Just kidding.” She winked and took a quick sip. “OK, hold still…”

“Wait!” Dean scooted back and grabbed the bottle once more. “Maybe we should wait for Sam.”

“Dean, I know what I’m doing. Hold still.”

“Well just… I like the way he does it.”

Y/N let out a frustrated breath, “Are you kidding me? Hold still or I’ll tie you down!”

A sly smirk formed on Dean’s lips, “Promise?”

“You’re ridiculous,” Y/N shook her head and set to work.

Eleven perfect stitches later, Y/N sat back and smiled proudly. “Looks perfect.”

Dean twisted his neck to look down at her work. He gave a tiny nod of approval. “Not bad,” he praised halfheartedly.

“Not bad?” Y/N feigned shock, “It’s beautiful. I haven’t seen stitch work like this since I had my appendix out in the ninth grade.”

Dean laughed and watched as Y/N went back to the kit once more. She tore open a tiny square package and pulled out an alcohol soaked towelette as Dean looked on, worried.

“What is that?” he asked, his brows knitted in concern once again.

“An alcohol swab.”

“Whoa, I don’t need to be swabbed. What are you swabbing?”

Y/N growled in annoyance. “You are such an infant, Dean! It’s alcohol. I’m gonna wipe your stitches and make sure no nasty little germs sneak in there before I bandage you up. Good Lord, it’s like you’ve never been to a doctor or anything.”

“Hey, just because we have our own way of doing things, don’t make it bad.” Dean hissed as Y/N passed the cold wipe across his freshly sealed cut.

“Yeah and the proper way isn’t bad either, is it?” Y/N asked, titling her head up at him.

“I guess not,” he conceded, his mouth twitching as she wiped him again. “Your way hurts more though.”

Y/N softened, “Does it really?” She tossed the swab onto the floor. “I’m sorry baby.” Slowly she leaned down close to his arm. “I just want to take care of you.” She pursed her lips and blew across the cut, soothing his pain with her warm breath. “Is that better?”

“Mmm… I take it back,” he smirked, “You are a pretty good nurse. And sexy too.” Dean winked and touched her cheek with his free hand.

“You think so? Well maybe I can give you a proper check up.” She teased and placed her hand on his knee, slowly dragging it up to settle against the bulge in his jeans.

“I’d like that,” he moaned as she rubbed her palm down over his crotch. “Do you make house calls?”

“Only for my favorite patients.” Y/N leaned in even closer, pressing her breasts against his chest. Just as their lips were about to meet in that sweet, exhaustion fueled kiss they so craved, the bathroom door popped open, and a fresh-faced Sam emerged.

“Oops,” Y/N laughed, “I guess we’ll have to reschedule your appointment.” She pecked Dean’s cheek and pulled away with a pout.

“Damn it Sammy! Alone time!” Dean shook his head and pulled his shirt back on, glaring at his brother. “You ever hear of knocking?”

Sam returned Dean’s glare with one of his own, raising his shoulders in question, “What the hell, Dean? I was in the bathroom.”

Dean sighed and watched as Y/N cleared away the trash from the bed, knowing his time at the doctor’s office would have to wait until they were back at home. Grumbling, he pulled his shirt back on and sneered at his brother, “Still shoulda knocked.”

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The Dean’s List: @anokhi07 @assbutt-fan @bringmesomepie56 @deangirl-withanimpala @delessapeace-blog @ellexirmalfoy @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms @leather-moccasin-hero @msdooos @mskitty416 @ruprecht0420 @soullessbabee @tmccarney @torn-and-frayed @twoboys-and-afallenangel @vesperlady04

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impala-dreamer · 8 years ago

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My Job

SPN FanFic Drabble

~My story...~

Reader, Dean, Sam

800 Words Exactly

Warnings: Angsty but sweet (?)

A/N: Sometimes you open a doc and start typing... here ya go.

It wasn't exactly a choice. If it was, it wasn't one I ever had to think about. When the chips were down, when the sky was falling and the only thing between the boys and defeat was me, then so be it. I would step in front of a bullet for them. I would push them aside and take their place in the path of the speeding train. Because that's how it had to be. They were the real heroes. Not me, not really.

Sure I'd saved a few people along the way, but names and faces fade fast in the jumble that is our life, and at some point the trail of bodies behind me outweighed the folks who walked away unscathed. It wasn't my fault, I did my best, I knew that, but in the end, I just wasn't good enough. I wasn't anything special, I wasn't chosen for anything. I trudged along beside my boys, doing what I could to help them win the war.

I studied with Sam. Night after night, tucked away with him, the smell of dusty parchment filling our lungs as the hours ticked slowly by. I read from books written centuries ago by holy hands that had long since returned to the earth. I devoured texts that history professors would kill to glimpse. I learned things that no mortal should know, the words of devils and gods passing easily through my mind.

With Dean I would fight, standing back to back on the battlefield, guns held high, targets in sight. He taught me how to take a beating and jump back up, how to inflict the most damage with the least amount of force. He showed me how to bluff and plan and think my way out of almost any bind. He taught me how to survive and carry on through the hurt and the guilt despite the memory of blood that had stained our hands.

I loved each of them, separately and together. They were my family, my boys, my friends and sometimes lovers. What Dean and Sam gave to me I could never seek to repay, but I did my best to give what I could. I cared for their needs, at least ones they'd let me. From the simple homey touches that brightened their days, to the holding of hands during sorrowful nights. Whenever they needed me, I would be there, to talk them down or to lift them up. To listen for hours or silently return their caresses. We held each other close in the dark, sharing our secrets and whispering our prayers.

For years it seemed to work, the melody of our lives perfectly in tune; hunting and downtime and back around once more. We kicked ass and did good, carving out a tiny bit of safety for the people we saved in this horrid and unfair world.

But all good things must pass, and when the moment came, I knew it was mine.

I didn't think about it, didn't plan it. I didn't even realize fully what was happening until I felt the hot sting of the bullets biting through my chest, piercing my lung and knocking me to the ground. I sank to my knees, the world moving slowly as the color faded from the room. Dean caught me in his arms, cradling my head as we floated to the floor together. Sam chased the monster down, his screams muted by the roar of blood in my ears.

I looked up into my favorite pair of emerald eyes, the ones lined by thick, pale lashes and etched in the corners by a thousand smiles. Dean was shouting at me to stay awake, to hang on, but all I could do was smile. He was safe. I'd done my job and taken the hit for him. He would go on to fight the evil that lurked behind every bend, he would keep Sam safe. The Winchesters would live on because of me. The heroes of the story would live to see the next chapter because of my sacrifice. It didn't matter that I wouldn't get to see the end of the book; this tale was never mine. I was but a sidekick, a cameo if that; a helping hand along their way.

Dean cried. His tears spilled hot and fast for me as I choked on the crimson flood that bubbled up from deep inside. Sam returned to us, falling to his knees by my head and taking my right hand. Dean wiped away his tears and gripped my left. I smiled and released my final breath, letting it all go. It was OK. My job was done and I would leave this Earth from the place I loved the most: sitting quietly, nestled between my boys.

Forevers: @1-800-misha @27bmm @amanda-teaches @applepie-and-angelwings @arryn-nyxx @atc74 @autopistaaningunaparte @ayeeitsemry @bea789 @because-imma-lady-assface @babypieandwhiskey @blanketmadeofstar @brewsthespirit-blog @britt-spn @bulletscrossbowpie @charliebradbury1104 @chaos-and-the-calm67 @chelsea072498 @chumi-la-chula @cici0507 @clairese1980 @collectivekiera @cosmicpeanuthologram @createdbybadappreciation @cyrilconnelly @dannnyphantomm @dancingalone21 @deadinside-muser @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester @demonangelimpala @docharleythegeekqueen @dustycelt @evansrogerskitten @evyiione @faithfulpanicmoon @fangirl1802 @feelmyroarrrr @flowermisha @freaksforthewin @frenchybell @fuckyeahfeysand @gemini75eeyore @ghostkitty1103 @hamartiamacguffin @impalaimagining @im-super-potter-locked @inmysparetime0 @jayankles @jealousbitxh @jpadjackles @joanne-thefangirl @jotink78 @kristaparadowski @kas-not-cas @katrodriguez99 @lavendellove @likesiriusly @love-kittykat21 @luciisthebest @maddieburcham1 @mamaredd123 @meganwinchester1999 @mogaruke @megansescape @mija-novella @milkymilky-cocopuff @mogaruke @mrsbatesmotel53 @mrswhozeewhatsis @my-life-is-here-soo @myfand0msandm0re @mysteriouslyme81 @naadestiel @notesfromalabprincess @notnaturalanahi @obi-wan-my-only-ho @overcastmisfitkid @pain-of-artifice @percussiongirl2017 @percywinchester27 @petrovadixon @pinknerdpanda @poukothenerd @pretttypadalecki @riddikulus-obsessions @riversong-sam @sam-winchesters-long-locks @sandlee44 @sarahgrace-1989 @scxrchy @significantly-insignificant @smoothdogsgirl @spectaculicious @spontaneousam @summer-binging-spn @superbasementflower @supernaturallymarvellous @supernaturalyobessed @tennesseewhiskey-and-pie @trexrambling @thecynicalnerd @the-latina-trickster @therewillbeblood @tom-is-in-my-tardis @typicalweirdbookworm @thegreatficmaster @whatareyousearchingfordean @wi-deangirl77 @winchestersmut @wordstothewisereaders @wvnchxstxr @yearoftheweasley @youtubehelpsmesurvive @yvngkinggchristyy

Sammy Lovers: @idreamofhazel @mrssamfuckingwinchester @oriona75 @sastielstan @thatshellfiredean @thing-you-do-with-that-thing@tmccarney @too-much-winchester @samgirlforeverandalways

#spn fanfic #drabble #angst #sam winchester #dean winchester #reader insert #idkwtf this is

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impala-dreamer · 8 years ago

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Almost Home

SPN FanFic

~Fluff Drabble~

Reader, Dean, Sam

715 Words (under 1K is a drabble, ok??)

A/N: I don’t know where all this fluff is coming from, but ya’ll better enjoy it while it lasts. ;)

The gentle rocking of the Impala lulled you to sleep as it sped down the darkened highway. You'd gotten used to this over the past few months, the constant grueling schedule of hunting broken up by hours of mindless driving. The backseat had become your home. The cracked leather upholstery your bed; the windowsill your pillow. How strange to find comfort in the low vibrations that rattled through the door as you pressed your forehead against the glass.

As you drove on, the clear sky became even darker as rain clouds extinguished the stars and a light rain began to fall. Droplets crashed into your window and chased each other silently across your vision, pushed on by the wind and the speed of the car. Dean flipped on the wipers, their rhythmic swoosh adding another layer to the soothing noises around you. The tapping of rain on the metal hood, the roaring groan of the engine, Sam's fingers scanning and then turning each page in the book on his lap, Dean's hands quietly drumming on the steering wheel. These were the sounds you loved most, sounds that calmed you, allowed you to relax and let the tension fall from your shoulders, if only for a little while. With a deep, contented sigh you let your eyes fall closed and you tucked your arms around yourself, drifting slowly into slumber.

Dean kept a watchful eye on you through the mirror, his lips curling into a secret smile while he watched you relax. You let out a gentle snore as your head dropped backwards onto the tall seat. He exhaled in a tiny laugh that roused Sam’s attention and the younger brother looked up with a questioning gaze.

“What’s up?”

Dean shook his head and cleared his throat, looking back at the road. “Nothing,” he replied, his voice just above a whisper.

Sam shrugged, turning back to his book. He watched from the corner of his eye as Dean’s gaze drifted back up to the rearview mirror, lingering there and drawing another soft smile across his face. Sam turned his head and peeked at you, your sleeping face framed by the space between his seat and door. He nodded and turned back to Dean, understanding his brother’s happiness.

“You should tell her,” Sam said, looking down at his book once more, the light from his phone illuminating the text.

Dean pursed his lips, shushing his brother, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He set his shoulders and gripped the wheel as he adjusted himself in the seat. “There’s nothing to tell.”

“She makes you happy Dean. You should let her know.”

When there was no reply from the driver, Sam went back to reading, leaving the front seat in silence. Dean drove on through the rain, his body doing the work while his mind wandered into the backseat with you. Even in these quiet moments when you weren’t saying a word, weren’t doing a thing, he felt a lightening in his chest, his heart swelling at the very thought of you. Maybe Sam was right. Maybe when you woke up, he’d tell you how he felt; but Dean wasn’t good with words, he’d have to show you. Perhaps a grand gesture would be best for you, showing up at your door with a dozen red roses; but no, that wasn’t your style, or his. Maybe he could cook you dinner and confess his love over burgers lit by candlelight; romantic, but not enough.

The miles flew by as Dean pondered his move. His ears perked as you stirred behind him, waking slowly and stretching your arms above your head.

“Are we there yet?” you croaked through a yawn.

Dean bit his lip, trying not to smile at the fluttering your voice caused in his stomach. “Almost home Sweetheart.” He turned to look at your over his shoulder and you smiled at him as you settled back against the window. That’s when he knew. The minute the car was in park, the second you stepped out of the backseat, the very moment you were by his side again, he was going to grab your face between his hands and show you how he felt in the only way he knew how: with his lips pressed to yours.

Forevers: @1-800-misha @27bmm @amanda-teaches @arryn-nyxx @atc74 @autopistaaningunaparte @ayeeitsemry @bea789 @because-imma-lady-assface @babypieandwhiskey @blanketmadeofstar @brewsthespirit-blog @britt-spn @buckysmetallicstump @bulletscrossbowpie @charliebradbury1104 @chaos-and-the-calm67 @chelsea072498 @cici0507 @clairese1980 @collectivekiera @cosmicpeanuthologram @createdbybadappreciation @cyrilconnelly @dannnyphantomm @dancingalone21 @deadinside-muser @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester @demonangelimpala @docharleythegeekqueen @dustycelt @evyiione @faithfulpanicmoon @feelmyroarrrr @flowermisha @freaksforthewin @frenchybell @fuckyeahfeysand @gemini75eeyore @ghostkitty1103 @hamartiamacguffin @impalaimagining @im-super-potter-locked @inmysparetime0 @jpadjackles @jotink78 @kristaparadowski @kas-not-cas @katrodriguez99 @lavendellove @love-kittykat21 @luciisthebest @maddieburcham1 @mamaredd123 @mogaruke @megafrontliner311 @megansescape @mija-novella @milkymilky-cocopuff @mogaruke @mrsbatesmotel53 @mrswhozeewhatsis @my-life-is-here-soo @myfand0msandm0re @mysteriouslyme81 @naadestiel @notesfromalabprincess @notnaturalanahi @obi-wan-my-only-ho @pain-of-artifice @percussiongirl2017 @percywinchester27 @petrovadixon @pinknerdpanda @poukothenerd @riddikulus-obsessions @riversong-sam @sam-winchesters-long-locks @sarahgrace-1989 @scxrchy @smoothdogsgirl @spectaculicious @spontaneousam @summer-binging-spn @superbasementflower @supernaturallymarvellous @supernaturalyobessed @tennesseewhiskey-and-pie @thecynicalnerd @the-latina-trickster @therewillbeblood @tom-is-in-my-tardis @typicalweirdbookworm @thegreatficmaster @vine-colored-assbutt @whatareyousearchingfordean @wi-deangirl77 @winchestersmut @wvnchxstxr @xxthevampirediariesexpertxx @yearoftheweasley @youtubehelpsmesurvive @yvngkinggchristyy

#spn fanfic #dean x reader #fluff #dean fluff #dean winchester #drabble #fluff drabble #why all the fluff lately?#why all the drabbles?#i said i wasn't going to write today but oops #my bad

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impala-dreamer · 8 years ago

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Delicious

SPN FanFic

~Jensen wakes in the middle of the night to find your side of the bed cold and empty...~

Jensen x Reader

745 Words

A/N: A little Fluff Drabble to apologize for the angst yesterday :) Thanks @jpadjackles for the prompt :)

A sweet, buttery aroma wafted through the dark room, tickling Jensen’s nose as he slept. He stirred, taking a deep breath, pulling in the scent and rolling over onto his side. His left arm tucked underneath his pillow, and his right reached out for you. When his hand dropped onto nothing, suddenly falling a few inches onto the mattress instead of your stomach like he had planned, his eyes shot open, his mind filling with panic as he looked over at your empty pillow.

“Y/N?” he called out, his voice thick with sleep. He sat up and inspected the room; no light came from underneath the door to the adjoining bath, and you were nowhere to be found. Some nights he would find you sitting up in the chair by the window, reading in the moonlight when you couldn’t sleep. But tonight the chair was vacant.

He rubbed at his weary eyes and threw back the comforter, ready to go look for you. The clock on your nightstand flashed bright red numbers in the dark reading, “2:03”. Something had to be wrong, Jensen thought as he hopped out of bed and set off to find you.

He checked the two other bedrooms that lined the hallway, finding them empty and intact, and moved on quickly through the house, his bare feet sticking slightly to the polished hardwood floors.

The television was off, the living room dark. His heart raced, worry contorting his features as he ran a hand through his short hair, trying to think of where you could be. Just as he was about to run back to the bedroom and grab his phone to call you, he smelled the delicious aroma again. He scrunched up his nose, sniffing the air, and then ran towards the kitchen.

Sure enough, Jensen found you there, your butt sticking out towards him as you bent down, peeking into the oven. He smiled at the sight of you, your hair up high in a messy bun, your feet and legs bare, sticking out from underneath one of his old Rolling Stones t-shirts. He stood in the doorway and watched as you poked at one of the cookies inside the oven, and, deciding they were ready, pulled the sheet out and walked towards the counter.

“Y/N?” he said gently, as not to scared you and make you burn your hand on the hot metal.

You turned with a childlike grin, caught in the act, your hand reaching for a spatula. “Hey there sexy.”

“What in the world are you doing? It’s two am and you’re baking?” Jensen laughed and came towards you.

You shrugged and slid the rubber spatula underneath the first cookie, lifting it to the cooling rack. “I wanted cookies. We didn’t have any.”

“You wanted cookies at two in the morning?” He stepped behind you and wrapped his hands around your waist, settling them on your protruding belly.

“Well, the baby wanted cookies,” you laughed and pressed your head back against his shoulder. “He’s a growing boy you know.”

Jensen smiled and kissed your cheek as his hand rubbed against your stomach. “Did the baby want nuts in his cookies?”

You laughed, “Nope. Just plain ole’ chocolate chips.”

“Smart kid.” Jensen gave you a quick squeeze and then reached for the cooling cookie. “I hope he’s willing to share with his old man.”

You spun around and wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling up at your handsome husband, “I guess we could spare one. But just one. I am eating for two.”

He chuckled and slipped his hand between your arms, taking a bite of the warm cookie and humming in approval. A bit of melted chocolate lingered on his lip and you pressed up on your toes to capture it, kissing his juicy lips and sucking the sweetness off.

“Mmm, delicious,” you cooed, pulling away and batting your eyes at him.

“The cookie or me?” he grinned.

You dropped your hands and smirked, “Oh definitely the cookie. Though I might be developing a craving for something else now…”

Jensen sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and nodded, “I think I help you out there,” he replied, grabbing your ass teasingly.

“OK good,” you smiled and kissed him again. “Meet me in the bedroom in five minutes. I gotta pee.” You laughed and pulled away, waddling slowly towards the door. “Oh,” you called over your shoulder, “and don’t forget the cookies!”

Forevers: @1-800-misha @amanda-teaches @arryn-nyxx @atc74 @autopistaaningunaparte @ayeeitsemry @bea789 @because-imma-lady-assface @babypieandwhiskey @blanketmadeofstar @brewsthespirit-blog @britt-spn @buckysmetallicstump @bulletscrossbowpie @charliebradbury1104 @chaos-and-the-calm67 @chelsea072498 @cici0507 @clairese1980 @collectivekiera @cosmicpeanuthologram @createdbybadappreciation @cyrilconnelly @dannnyphantomm @dancingalone21 @deadinside-muser @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester @demonangelimpala @docharleythegeekqueen @dustycelt @evyiione @faithfulpanicmoon @feelmyroarrrr @flowermisha @freaksforthewin @frenchybell @fuckyeahfeysand @gemini75eeyore @ghostkitty1103 @hamartiamacguffin @impalaimagining @im-super-potter-locked @inmysparetime0 @jpadjackles @jotink78 @kristaparadowski @kas-not-cas @katrodriguez99 @lavendellove @love-kittykat21 @luciisthebest @maddieburcham1 @mamaredd123 @mogaruke @megafrontliner311 @megansescape @mija-novella @milkymilky-cocopuff @mogaruke @mrsbatesmotel53 @mrswhozeewhatsis @my-life-is-here-soo @myfand0msandm0re @mysteriouslyme81 @naadestiel @notesfromalabprincess @notnaturalanahi @obi-wan-my-only-ho @pain-of-artifice @percussiongirl2017 @percywinchester27 @petrovadixon @pinknerdpanda @poukothenerd @riddikulus-obsessions @riversong-sam @sam-winchesters-long-locks @sarahgrace-1989 @scxrchy @smoothdogsgirl @spectaculicious @spontaneousam @summer-binging-spn @superbasementflower @supernaturallymarvellous @supernaturalyobessed @tennesseewhiskey-and-pie @thecynicalnerd @the-latina-trickster @therewillbeblood @tom-is-in-my-tardis @typicalweirdbookworm @thegreatficmaster @vine-colored-assbutt @whatareyousearchingfordean @wi-deangirl77 @wvnchxstxr @xxthevampirediariesexpertxx @yearoftheweasley @youtubehelpsmesurvive @yvngkinggchristyy

The Dean’s List: @anokhi07 @assbutt-fan @bringmesomepie56 @deangirl-withanimpala @delessapeace-blog @ellexirmalfoy @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms @leather-moccasin-hero @msdooos @mskitty416 @ruprecht0420 @soullessbabee @tmccarney @torn-and-frayed @twoboys-and-afallenangel @vesperlady04

#spn fanfic #Jensen x reader #fluff #jensen ackles #jensen fluff #rpf

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impala-dreamer · 8 years ago

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Tonight

For @idreamofhazel:

Sam x Eileen

There were quiet kisses, lips pressing against foreheads. Arms wrapped tightly around each others backs.

Deep breaths and longing sighs led to whisper touches across cheeks and shoulders. Sam's fingers traced the line of her spine, making her shiver despite the warmth from his chest. Eileen kept her ear against his heart, unable to hear it beat, but able to feel the gentle tap; to feel the rise and fall of each breath. Her hands traveled his body, fingertips slowly mapping the muscles of his arms and up his neck to tangle in his hair.

There was a hunger there, a deep desire for more; but not tonight. That could wait. There would be a hundred nights like this, if either had their way. Tonight was for comfort, for slow smiles and batting lashes. It was for fans of breath across soft skin and kisses that lasted for long minutes. It was for Sam to have someone to hold, for Eileen to have someone to love her. Tonight, their first night alone together, was for that slow kind of love, the love that would last over the stretches of time and land that would always lay between them. It was the joy of meeting and the bittersweet kiss of a goodbye. It was gentle and safe and warm and perfect.

Sammy Lovers: @idreamofhazel @mrssamfuckingwinchester @oriona75 @sastielstan @thatshellfiredean @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @tmccarney @too-much-winchester @samgirlforeverandalways

Forevers: @1-800-misha @27bmm @amanda-teaches @applepie-and-angelwings @arryn-nyxx @atc74 @autopistaaningunaparte @ayeeitsemry @bea789 @because-imma-lady-assface @babypieandwhiskey @blanketmadeofstar @brewsthespirit-blog @britt-spn @bulletscrossbowpie @charliebradbury1104 @chaos-and-the-calm67 @chelsea072498 @chumi-la-chula @cici0507 @clairese1980 @collectivekiera @cosmicpeanuthologram @createdbybadappreciation @cyrilconnelly @dannnyphantomm @dancingalone21 @deadinside-muser @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester @demonangelimpala @docharleythegeekqueen @dustycelt @evansrogerskitten @evyiione @fabulouslycassie @faithfulpanicmoon @fangirl1802 @feelmyroarrrr @flowermisha @freaksforthewin @frenchybell @fuckyeahfeysand @gemini75eeyore @ghostkitty1103 @hamartiamacguffin @impalaimagining @im-super-potter-locked @inmysparetime0 @jayankles @jealousbitxh @jpadjackles @joanne-thefangirl @jotink78 @kristaparadowski @kas-not-cas @katrodriguez99 @lavendellove @likesiriusly @love-kittykat21 @luciisthebest @maddieburcham1 @mamaredd123 @meganwinchester1999 @megansescape @mija-novella @milkymilky-cocopuff @mogaruke @mrsbatesmotel53 @mrswhozeewhatsis @my-life-is-here-soo @myfand0msandm0re @mysteriouslyme81 @naadestiel @notesfromalabprincess @notnaturalanahi @obi-wan-my-only-ho @overcastmisfitkid @pain-of-artifice @percussiongirl2017 @percywinchester27 @petrovadixon @pinknerdpanda @poukothenerd @pretttypadalecki @riddikulus-obsessions @riversong-sam @sam-winchesters-long-locks @sandlee44 @ilsawasanacrobat @scxrchy @significantly-insignificant @smoothdogsgirl @spectaculicious @spontaneousam @summer-binging-spn @superbasementflower @supernaturallymarvellous @supernaturalyobessed @tennesseewhiskey-and-pie @trexrambling @thecynicalnerd @the-latina-trickster @therewillbeblood @tom-is-in-my-tardis @typicalweirdbookworm @thegreatficmaster @vine-colored-assbutt @whatareyousearchingfordean @wi-deangirl77 @winchestersmut @wordstothewisereaders @wvnchxstxr @yearoftheweasley @youtubehelpsmesurvive @yvngkinggchristyy

#spn fanfic #drabble #saileen #sam x eileen #sam winchester #eileen leahy #love drabble #fluff #comfort

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impala-dreamer · 8 years ago

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Me Time

SPN FanFic

Sam x Reader Fluff Drabble

621 Words (what’s a drabble?)

Finally alone. You sat down at the little table in the kitchen and spread out your treat: three chocolate cookies stacked perfectly on a white square napkin and a glass filled ¾ of the way with milk.

You’d had a rough day and you deserved this quiet moment to enjoy yourself. Sure, it wasn’t champagne and caviar on a yacht with Ryan Gosling, but Oreos and milk in a silent room was more than enough for you.

You closed your eyes and savored the absence of noise. No screeching tires, no blaring AC/DC, no babbling Dean, no monsters shrieking, no guns booming… just…silence. After a calming sigh, you opened your eyes and reached for a cookie. You held it high between two fingers and inspected it before dunking it into the milk and counting to three. Once it had soaked up enough goodness you popped the whole thing into your mouth and smiled in satisfaction.

“That’s not how you eat an Oreo.”

Sam’s deep voice crashed your party, breaking the silence with his teasing comment. You swallowed and licked your lips as you turned to peek at him. He stood in the doorway in his pajamas, his arms folded across his chest, stretching the long sleeves of his shirt tightly over his thick arms.

“Is that so?” you asked, taking a sip of the milk.

“Yup.”

“And how does one eat an Oreo and have it be up to your high standards?”

Sam chuckled and moved towards you, snatching up the next cookie from the pile. He sat down in the seat across from you and held the treat between both hands. “Like this,” he said, carefully twisting the cookie apart. He held each side out to you, showing off his skills. “And then,” he stuck the cream covered side in his mouth and scraped it against his teeth, ridding the chocolate cookie of its filling, and then popping the whole thing in his mouth.

“That’s impressive,” you said with a nod. “But, I think there’s an even better way.” You picked up the last cookie and examined it closely, pondering the best method for cookie inhalation. Sam watched with a grin as your face lit up with your master plan.

Slowly you stood up and walked to his side of the table. Sam scooted the chair back and looked up at you with curious eyes as you stuck the edge of the cookie between your lips and bent down towards him. You leaned in until the cookie touched his lips and he grinned and took the bait, covering the free end of the Oreo with his lips. Your noses bumped and you giggled, biting down into the cookie.

“That’s one way to do it,” Sam said as he swallowed.

You shrugged innocently, “I kinda liked it.”

“Oh, hey you got something…” Sam reached up and brushed a crumb off of your lip with his thumb.

You laughed, “thanks.”

“Wait, nope… I didn’t get it.” He grinned and reached up once more, this time wrapping his hand around the back of your neck and pulling you down towards him. He kissed the side of your mouth where the crumb had been, his tongue darting out to lick away any lingering sweetness. “Think I got it that time,” he said as he pulled away.

“Hmm…” You moved closer, throwing one leg over him as you dropped into his lap, your hands pushing through his long chestnut hair, “No, I don’t think you got it all...”

So maybe your silent retreat had been invaded. Maybe your special snack had been taken over; your ‘me time’ interrupted. But sharing chocolate flavored kisses with Sam more than made up for him stealing your cookie.

Sammy Lovers: @idreamofhazel @mrssamfuckingwinchester @oriona75 @sastielstan @thatshellfiredean @tmccarney @too-much-winchester @samgirlforeverandalways

Forevers: @1-800-misha @amanda-teaches @arryn-nyxx @atc74 @autopistaaningunaparte @ayeeitsemry @bea789 @because-imma-lady-assface @babypieandwhiskey @blanketmadeofstar @brewsthespirit-blog @britt-spn @buckysmetallicstump @bulletscrossbowpie @charliebradbury1104 @chaos-and-the-calm67 @chelsea072498 @cici0507 @clairese1980 @collectivekiera @cosmicpeanuthologram @createdbybadappreciation @cyrilconnelly @dannnyphantomm @dancingalone21 @deadinside-muser @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester @demonangelimpala @docharleythegeekqueen @dustycelt @evyiione @faithfulpanicmoon @feelmyroarrrr @flowermisha @freaksforthewin @frenchybell @fuckyeahfeysand @gemini75eeyore @ghostkitty1103 @hamartiamacguffin @impalaimagining @im-super-potter-locked @inmysparetime0 @jpadjackles @jotink78 @kristaparadowski @kas-not-cas @katrodriguez99 @lavendellove @love-kittykat21 @luciisthebest @maddieburcham1 @mamaredd123 @mogaruke @megafrontliner311 @megansescape @mija-novella @milkymilky-cocopuff @mogaruke @mrsbatesmotel53 @mrswhozeewhatsis @my-life-is-here-soo @myfand0msandm0re @mysteriouslyme81 @naadestiel @notesfromalabprincess @notnaturalanahi @obi-wan-my-only-ho @pain-of-artifice @percussiongirl2017 @percywinchester27 @petrovadixon @pinknerdpanda @poukothenerd @riddikulus-obsessions @riversong-sam @sam-winchesters-long-locks @sarahgrace-1989 @scxrchy @smoothdogsgirl @spectaculicious @spontaneousam @summer-binging-spn @superbasementflower @supernaturallymarvellous @supernaturalyobessed @tennesseewhiskey-and-pie @thecynicalnerd @the-latina-trickster @therewillbeblood @tom-is-in-my-tardis @typicalweirdbookworm @thegreatficmaster @whatareyousearchingfordean @wi-deangirl77 @winchestersmut @wvnchxstxr @yearoftheweasley @youtubehelpsmesurvive @yvngkinggchristyy

#spn fanfic #sam x reader #fluff #drabble #sam fluff #oreos #snack responsibly #i'm in a good mood so you got fluff #who knew #its ridic

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impala-dreamer · 8 years ago

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Unbelievable

SPN FanFic

~Dean gets a little jealous when the new guy catches your eye~

Dean x Reader, Mr. Ketch, Sam

1,426 Words

Warnings: Nothing but fluff, maybe a little Dean Drama

A/N: For @bringmesomepie56 after our convo Thursday night. Not exactly what I said, but this is what came out ;)

“Well, thanks for your help, I guess.”

The Englishman smiled. It seemed friendly, genuine, but it never made it up to his eyes. There was something else in there. Something calculating, secret; something that drew you in despite your suspicions. “You are a lot more gracious than your friends,” he remarked, giving a faint nod towards the Winchesters. They were waiting by the car, uninterested in making any form of small talk with Mr. Ketch, even if he had just stepped in at the last minute to save your asses.

“Yeah, they have trust issues,” you laughed, taking a peek at the boys over your shoulder. Sam was leaning against his door, eyes narrow and observant, making sure you were ok. Dean was behind him, one foot in the driver's side, his fingers tapping impatiently on the Impala’s hood.

“And you don't?” His smooth voice brought your attention back to him. The look in his eyes was still a mystery to you.

“Oh, I do, but I can also be easily swayed.” You bit your lip, giving him a flirtatious smirk.

“I’ll have to remember that.”

Dean banged on the hood behind you. “Y/N! Let’s hit the road!”

With a dramatic sigh, you smiled again at Ketch, “Thanks again.”

“I’ll be seeing you soon Ms. Y/L/N,” he replied and backed away towards his motorcycle.

Spinning in place, you turned towards the boys and ran to the car. “You guys need to chill OK?”

“Just get in,” Dean growled and followed his own instruction.

Once everyone was packed away, Dean pulled away from the curb without a word to you. You shrugged and stared out your window, watching with interest as Mr. Ketch flew by on his bike.

“Hot damn,” you muttered, watching the black motorcycle zoom past.

Dean lifted his gaze to the mirror, “What?”

“Nothing,” you answered, a little embarrassed that he had heard your comment.

He didn’t take that as a response and asked again, a trace of annoyance evident in his voice, “What did u say?”

Sam spoke up for you, “She said ‘hot damn’.”

“I heard what she said,” Dean snapped. “Why? For that asshole?”

You sat up, meeting his green eyes in the mirror, “Hey Dean, I'm a woman; I have needs.” You crossed your arms, hoping to shut him up. “Needs I'm sure Mr. Ketch is more than equipped to fulfill.”

The car swerved a little as Dean turned around to look at you. “Are u kidding me? He's a psychopath!”

You shrugged and looked back out of the window, “Eh, I've had worse.”

He huffed and turned back to the road, “Unbelievable.” With a flick of his wrist, Dean turned on the radio, filling the car with a screeching guitar riff and ending any further conversation on the matter.

You ignored his tantrum and let your mind wander back to the assassin that had so recently piqued your interest. So he was technically one of the bad guys right now, but maybe he wasn’t. And what did it matter anyway? You were allowed to flirt with whomever you wanted. You belonged to no one. Ketch was hot, you were hungry; could make for a fun time.

It wasn’t a long ride back to the Bunker, but it the silence made it feel like days. When you were finally home, you grabbed your bag from the trunk and scurried off towards your room, Dean not far behind.

He hadn’t said a word the entire trip, but he spoke up now, just as you were passing through the War Room.

“I can't believe you,” he said loudly, his deep voice echoing through the quiet room.

You rolled your eyes and turned to face him, dropping your bag on a chair by the table. “Are you still on about this? He's hot, I'm sorry.”

Dean shook his head in shock, “How can you think that after everything he's done?”

“What,” you asked, taking a defensive pose, your hands falling to rest against your hips. “Saved our lives, what, three times now? And besides I have a thing for accents.”

Dean did not seem to like that answer one bit and pouted his reply, “I have an accent.”

“No, you do not.”

“I so do!” He argued, his face reddening with some emotion you couldn’t quite place.

“Not like Ketch. Or Mick for that matter. He's kinda sexy too, in a ‘bookworm, know-it-all’ kind of way.” You laughed, thinking about the other man. “Wait, why are you so upset about this?”

“I'm not.” He looked away, frowning and trying to push your comment away.

You looked at him with narrowed eyes, “You are.” His eyes flashed back to you for a second and his expression softened, making everything click in your mind. “Are you… jealous, Dean?”

He panicked instantly, shaking his head wildly, “What? No!”

“Oh my god, you are! Holy hell, Dean Winchester is jealous!” You laughed. You knew it was mean, but you couldn’t help it. In all the time you’d known him, you had never once seen him like this.

“Shut up!” He barked, turning away as Sam entered the room.

“Sam,” you called to the younger Winchester, “Your brother is jealous. I’ll be damned!”

Sam shook his head and walked right on by, not stopping even when he answered, “I’m not getting involved in this.”

“So it’s true,” you continued your teasing, moving around the table to stand closer to Dean. “You are jealous.” You poked at his arm with two fingers, prodding him to join in the fun. “Deanie is jelly! This is just too much. Why the hell would you be jealous of Ketch? That’s too funny.”

His back was to you, but he turned his head so you could see his face just a bit. He was not laughing. In fact he seemed hurt by your tormenting. Your laughter fell away and a twinge of guilt passed over you, “Dean, I’m sorry.” You lay your hand on his shoulder, dipping your head towards his, trying to get him to look at you. “Dude, what’s wrong? Tell me.”

“Just forget it,” he mumbled and moved away.

“No! Dean, come on. Talk to me!” You grabbed his hand and pulled him to you.

He turned and sighed. “Maybe I am jealous, OK,” he confessed, his fingers closing around your hand.

“But, why?” You stared up into his sad eyes, still confused by his words.

“You’re such an idiot Y/N,” he laughed, bringing his free hand up to cup your cheek. You pulled away a fraction of an inch, startled by his movement, but then froze, letting everything sink into place.

“You… like me.” You meant it to be a question, but it didn’t come out that way. There was no way Dean liked you, not like that. You’d seen the girls he picked up on the road, seen his head tilt when a pretty thing walked by. Never once had you turned his head like that.

Again he laughed, “I thought you knew.”

“I most definitely did not. Dean, I…” Before you could find the words you wanted, he bent his head down to you, the tip of his nose hitting yours, your foreheads touching gently. Your heart was pounding, blood roaring in your ears; you could not believe this was happening. Your eyes closed slowly, and then it happened: Dean kissed you. The instant your lips met, everything changed. You came alive, your mind raced and your skin flushed. You raised your arms and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer as you parted your lips for him. His tongue peeked through your teeth, brushing against yours. He tasted bitter like that morning's coffee and sweet like the peppermint you'd seen him sucking on in the car. That is so perfectly Dean, you thought; hard and soft, light and dark, bitter and sweet.

The kiss ended naturally, as kisses so often do, with uncontrollable smiles and tiny gasps for air. Dean’s eyes fluttered open to find you staring, the shock of the moment slowly fading into acceptance and then desire. Dean had been on your ‘no fly list’ for so long, now that you knew he wanted you, you couldn't figure out how to move forward any way but hand in hand. So that's what you did.

Without a word you took his hand, threading your fingers between his, and lead the way down the endless hallways towards his room; determined to show him that he had no reason to be jealous.

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impala-dreamer · 8 years ago

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Thinking About...

Tender fingers brush your cheek, hovering in the space between touch and grab. Breath passes over your lips; his heat pulsing towards you with each heartbeat. Emerald eyes search yours for permission, but there was never a question, never a doubt; this is what you wanted. He was what you wanted.

You close your eyes and purse your lips, pressing up on your toes as Dean leans down. Your lips meet, pressing together in a first kiss that would go down in history. Novels would be written about this kiss, songs would be sung. Your dreams would hold onto it forever, replaying every night the exact moment you gave in to him, the very second Dean Winchester stole your heart.

It was hot and wet, sweet and loving. Dean explored your mouth with his wide tongue as his hands cradled your neck and face. Your melted against him, your knees growing weak as the heat pooled in your belly.

He pulled away with a smile, laughing gently at the dazed look on your face. "Sweetheart, I have been waiting to do that forever."

You blushed and bit your lip, your mind reeling with his confession. "Well, no reason you have to wait that long to do it again..."

If your first kiss was for the history books, your second kiss was just for you. Dean poured everything he had into that second kiss, his body pressing against yours, his hands tangling through your hair. It was everything you had ever dreamed of and a thousand things you could never have imagined. His taste, his smell, the feel of his cracked lips on yours; your mouth and hands and mind were full of Dean. And it was the best moment of your life.

Forevers: @1-800-misha @27bmm @amanda-teaches @applepie-and-angelwings @arryn-nyxx @atc74 @autopistaaningunaparte @ayeeitsemry @bea789 @because-imma-lady-assface @babypieandwhiskey @blanketmadeofstar @brewsthespirit-blog @britt-spn @buckysmetallicstump @bulletscrossbowpie @charliebradbury1104 @chaos-and-the-calm67 @chelsea072498 @chumi-la-chula @cici0507 @clairese1980 @collectivekiera @cosmicpeanuthologram @createdbybadappreciation @cyrilconnelly @dannnyphantomm @dancingalone21 @deadinside-muser @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester @demonangelimpala @docharleythegeekqueen @dustycelt @evansrogerskitten @evyiione @faithfulpanicmoon @feelmyroarrrr @flowermisha @freaksforthewin @frenchybell @fuckyeahfeysand @gemini75eeyore @ghostkitty1103 @hamartiamacguffin @impalaimagining @im-super-potter-locked @inmysparetime0 @jealousbitxh @jpadjackles @jotink78 @kristaparadowski @kas-not-cas @katrodriguez99 @lavendellove @likesiriusly @love-kittykat21 @luciisthebest @maddieburcham1 @mamaredd123 @meganwinchester1999 @mogaruke @megansescape @mija-novella @milkymilky-cocopuff @mogaruke @mrsbatesmotel53 @mrswhozeewhatsis @my-life-is-here-soo @myfand0msandm0re @mysteriouslyme81 @naadestiel @notesfromalabprincess @notnaturalanahi @pinknerdpanda @overcastmisfitkid @pain-of-artifice @percussiongirl2017 @percywinchester27 @petrovadixon @pinknerdpanda @poukothenerd @riddikulus-obsessions @riversong-sam @sam-winchesters-long-locks @sandlee44 @sarahgrace-1989 @scxrchy @smoothdogsgirl @spectaculicious @spontaneousam @summer-binging-spn @superbasementflower @supernaturallymarvellous @supernaturalyobessed @tennesseewhiskey-and-pie @trexrambling @thecynicalnerd @the-latina-trickster @therewillbeblood @tom-is-in-my-tardis @typicalweirdbookworm @thegreatficmaster @vine-colored-assbutt @whatareyousearchingfordean @wi-deangirl77 @winchestersmut @wvnchxstxr @xxthevampirediariesexpertxx @yearoftheweasley @youtubehelpsmesurvive @yvngkinggchristyy

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#spn fanfic #drabble #thinking about #dean's kiss #late night thoughts #dean x reader

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impala-dreamer · 8 years ago

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It’s A Classic

SPN FanFic

Dean x Reader Flangst Drabble

493 Words

“I don't know Dean, I'm fine.” you said, spinning away from him, pushing away the hand he had laid on your back.

Dean sighed, “You're not fine. You've been shuffling around all week with tears in your eyes. Something’s gotta be wrong.”

Your eyes flew to the ceiling and you pushed your tongue against the inside of your cheek, trying your best not to break down. “I don't know. It's stupid.”

Dean dipped his head, tilting it and looking up at you, “Well which is it?”

“I just feel… lonely.” Your voice was weak and shaky, pathetic.

“Y/N/N…”

“I told you it was stupid. I'm sorry. I just…” You paused, taking a deep breath and trying to find the right words to explain yourself. “I… I feel like ‘I’m standing in the middle of a crowded room, screaming at the top of my lungs and no one even looks up.’”

You felt Dean's hand against your back once more. His fingers slid up to settle and on your shoulder. “Sweetheart, did you just quote ‘Titanic’?”

You turned your head towards him and couldn't help but laugh at his smirk. “No.” He raised his eyebrows as if to say, really? “OK, yes. But how do you know I quoted ‘Titanic’?”

Dean blushed and shrugged, “I do like a good chick flick now and then.”

His smile was what you needed; his warm arm across your back made all the difference. You turned into his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down and burying your face in his neck. He closed his arms around you, one hand smoothing your hair down, the other rubbing gentle circles between your shoulder blades.

“Y/N, whatever this is, it'll be OK,” Dean whispered to you, his lips against your ear. “You're never alone. I'm so sorry if we make you feel that way, but it's not true. Whatever you need, I'll give you. Whatever you need me to do, just ask. I'll do whatever it takes to see your smile again.”

Your tears broke free, falling with choking sobs against his neck, dampening his red flannel. You couldn't speak, couldn't stop weeping, and that was alright. All you had to do was stand there and let Dean hold you.

When you finally calmed, he pulled back a little and kissed your forehead, a simple press of lips that said a thousand things. I love you, I see you, You are important to me, I'm glad you are here, please don't go.

“Thanks Dean,” you said, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.

“Hey, just remember, ‘You jump, I jump, right?’.” Dean smiled and squeezed your arm.

A burst of laughter fell from your lips, “My God, you really have seen ‘Titanic’ haven't you?” You shook your head and walked off towards the kitchen.

Dean followed behind, his hands thrown up in defense of his theatrical prowess, “Hey, it's a classic!”

The Dean’s List: @anokhi07 @assbutt-fan @bringmesomepie56 @deangirl-withanimpala @delessapeace-blog @ellexirmalfoy @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms @leather-moccasin-hero @msdooos @mskitty416 @ruprecht0420 @soullessbabee @tmccarney @torn-and-frayed @twoboys-and-afallenangel @vesperlady04

#spn fanfic #dean x reader #fluff #angst #dean winchester #dean fluff #drabble

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impala-dreamer · 8 years ago

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Not Gonna Leave You

SPN FanFic

~When the hunt turns bloody, Dean stays by your side...~

Dean x Reader

1,246 Words

Warnings: It's Flangst. Angst with a smooth fluffy finish.

A/N: Thanks to @idreamofhazel for reading it over. I don't know what this is. I needed angst and it went all fluffy on me...

“You just sit tight, OK? Y/N! Look at me Sweetheart. You’re gonna be fine.”

Your eyes fluttered back open as Dean laid you down across the backseat of the Impala. Green eyes. So pretty. Like spring grass after a rain. No, that was too bright. They were a darker green. You couldn’t think of what they reminded you of, what name you could give to the color. Your head grew fuzzy again, your vision blurring as you tried to study on his face. You brought your hand up to cup his cheek, smiling as the world danced around you, shapes and colors falling in and out of focus. “Dean, you’re so pretty.” Your tongue was heavy and your words slurred. You laughed at the sound of your own voice; it seemed distant and unreal.

Dean’s face filled with panic as he watched your eyes begin to roll again. “Y/N! Hey, stay with me,” his voice pulled you back, giving you something to cling to. He pressed his flannel to the gaping wound in your stomach, attempting to staunch the blood flow. You’d already lost so much, he wasn’t sure how much longer you would hold on. “Listen to me.” He grabbed your hand and placed it on the shirt, pressing down. You winced with pain as the pressure sent a shock through your system, making you gasp. “You need to hold this.”

“It hurts,” you whimpered, pouting like a child in your dizzy haze.

“I know Sweetheart, just do it for me, OK? I gotta drive.” He pulled away, backing out of the car quickly.

You yelled and reached for him, “Don’t leave me Dean!”

“I’m not leaving Y/N. I won’t leave you.”

The door slammed and you stared up at the roof, tired again and desperate to fall asleep. The engine roared to life, and the tires squealed as Dean pulled away, speeding down the dark road. The car swayed, the bumps in the road rocking you gently. You closed your eyes for a second, just to see how it felt.

“Talk to me Y/N!” Dean called to you, trying to see your face in the rearview mirror. His knuckles blanched as he gripped the wheel; his heart beating loudly in his ears.

“Christmas tree,” you said with a tiny laugh.

“What?”

“Christmas tree. Your eyes are the color of a Christmas tree. So pretty. I wish I had green eyes. Mine are plain and stupid.” Your head rolled to the side on it’s own. It was hard to control your neck suddenly. Your gaze fell to the cracked black leather seat, and you followed a line from bottom to top, wondering just how many miles this old car had traveled.

“Your eyes are beautiful Y/N,” he answered, trying to keep you talking.

“Dean?”

“Yeah Sweetheart, I’m here.” He sat up, pulling himself closer to the wheel as he flew down the highway, on alert for signs for the hospital.

You sighed, another wave of sleepiness passing over you. “Do you think Cas will be able to visit me in Heaven?”

He turned around quickly, looking over his shoulder at you as fear ripped through his gut. “What? No!”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you laughed quietly as your eyes returned to the ceiling. “I’m probably going to Hell anyway. Hey, at least I’ll know some people down there.”

Dean growled, clenching his jaw and pressing the gas pedal to the floor. “You are not dying Y/N! Just hold on!”

“It’s cold in here. Put the heat on…”

“Y/N!”

The sun was shining brightly, blinding you with harsh, white light. You tried to raise your hand to shield your eyes, but you couldn’t move; something was holding you down, keeping your hand at your side. You wiggled your fingers and tried to pull away but you were stuck. Slowly you opened your eyes, peering into the painful light.

It wasn’t sunlight. Two long florescent bulbs hung above your head, encased in a plexiglass box. As your pupils closed, adjusting to the brightness, you looked down from the ugly drop ceiling to the thing holding you down. It was Dean.

His hand was wrapped around yours, his forehead pressed to the top of his own hand as he slept. You smiled and took in the rest of your surroundings, realizing he’d made good on his promise to get you help. A glance at the monitor by your bed confirmed your vitals were good, and you took a deep breath, making sure everything was working. You wiggled your toes, flexed your free arm and cleared your throat. You’d be fine.

“Psst…” You pressed your tongue to your teeth and called to Dean, not wanting to jar him awake. Poor guy had been through enough during this hunt and you knew he was exhausted. But still, you were going to need your hand back eventually. “Dean.”

His head popped up instantly and he sucked in a deep breath, his eyes rushing immediately to your face. A look of relief washed over him and he stood up, pushing away the chair to move up the bed to look you over. “Hey, how you feeling?”

You licked your lips and croaked, “Thirsty”

He laughed and turned away, bringing back a cup of water. He pressed it to your lips and you took a tiny sip. “Thanks,” you smiled. “You look like shit, you know that?”

Dean took the cup from you and sighed, “You should see yourself.” Slowly he sat back down and ran a hand down his face, wiping away the remains of sleep. He looked worn out and done; dark circles lined his eyes and his cheeks were shadowed with the beginnings of a beard.

“Why don’t you go get some rest? I’ll be fine,” you offered, tilting your head to see him better.

“Nope.” He grabbed your hand again, closing his warm fingers around yours. “I said I wasn’t gonna leave you, and I’m not.”

“Dean, I’m OK.”

He shook his head, refusing to listen. “Just shut up Y/N. You’re not getting rid of me.”

You sighed and tried again, “Dean,”

“No. Just stop it!” He scolded, “You almost died, don’t you realize that? I’m not going anywhere. I’m gonna sit right here whether you like it or not and that’s the end of it. I’m not gonna lose you.”

You agreed, silently. There weren’t any words you could say really. You smiled, grateful for his stubbornness, for his comfort, his caring, for him. He looked up at you again, his green eyes shining with wetness as he fought back his emotions; he really did care for you, you knew that, and the feeling was more than mutual. He was everything you’d ever wanted, and a few things you didn’t know you had. Dean Winchester had saved your life yet again, and this time you’d be sure and let him know how much you appreciated him. This time, you’d tell him everything.

“Hey Dean,” you started, suddenly nervous, but determined to try. “When they let me out of here, would you wanna… buy me a drink sometime?”

Dean chuckled, “Y/N Y/L/N, are you asking me out?”

“It’s quite possible. But I’m also on morphine, so…” you shrugged, grinning like a fool as he teased you.

“Yeah, I’d love to buy you a drink sometime.”

You smiled and looked away, trying not to blush too hard. “Cool.”

“Yeah, cool.”

The Dean’s List: @anokhi07 @assbutt-fan @bringmesomepie56 @deangirl-withanimpala @delessapeace-blog @ellexirmalfoy @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms @leather-moccasin-hero @msdooos @mskitty416 @ruprecht0420 @soullessbabee @tmccarney @torn-and-frayed @twoboys-and-afallenangel @vesperlady04

#spn fanfic #dean x reader #fluff #angst #dean winchester #dean fluff #dean angst #supernatural fanfiction

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impala-dreamer · 8 years ago

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Things That COULD Happen - Going Our Way?

SPN FanFic Drabble

~Drama and comedy lie ahead when two fangirls meet up and take NJCon~

April ( @frenchybell ), Beka ( @impala-dreamer ), Jensen (Ackles), Jared (Padalecki), Some old creepy guy

1,042 Words (OOPS!)

Warnings: Fluffy Fluff Fluff. Awkwardness.

A/N: This is a little treat for my Frenchy because I’m so excited to meet her and others at NJCon this September. So, periodically until then I’ll be posting in this little Drabble Series, things that Could happen at the con. Yes, yes, I know they’re impossible, but it’s my daydream so if you don’t like it, skip it. They’re silly and they make me happy.

“Are you sure you know where we’re goin’?” April asked, her hand gripping the support rail as she leaned over and squinted at the subway map. The red and blue lines snaked together over a cartoon picture of Manhattan, making her eyes cross as she tried to follow them.

Beka rolled her eyes and tossed her head back. “Yes, for the hundredth time, yes. Now sit down before you lose your seat!”

With a huff, April plopped down next to her friend and crossed her arms, staring around the crowded train car. A grungy looking old man across the way looked up at her, smiling as they made eye contact. She cringed and leaned over to Beka, whispering in her ear, “I think that man is staring at me.”

“That’s because you’re staring at him. Relax” Beka scolded back in a whisper.

The train slowed and the chime sounded as the doors opened. A flood of new faces came aboard, pressing themselves into the small space. April was smushed closer to Beka as a large man took the seat next to her. She gripped Beka’s arm, seeking a refuge in her friend, even if the feeling of safety was an illusion.

“Will you relax, please? We’re gonna be here all day. You’re gonna freak yourself out if you keep this up.”

April whimpered, “I’m sorry, this is all new to me!”

“You’re such a cute little Country Mouse,” Beka mocked her with a friendly smile.

Releasing her grip on Beka’s arm, April tried to relax, taking a deep breath and looking around once more. The old man winked at her, almost sending her into hysterics, but she kept herself calm and trained her eyes to the floor.

She seemed to be doing alright until the man seated next to her tapped her shoulder. She jumped, turning her head and gasping in shock. Green eyes stared at her from underneath a baseball cap. Not just any green eyes. Green eyes that sat beneath perfect lashes, aside a slightly crooked nose that was peppered with a thousand freckles. Green eyes that haunted her dreams. The green eyes of Mr. Jensen Ackles.

“Hey, I’m sorry Miss, do you know if this train goes to Times Square? I think we got turned around.”

It took a second for April’s brain to reconnect to the rest of her body, and as she took a breath to answer, she made a choice to play it cool. She cleared her throat and nodded confidently, “It sure does. Headed there myself.”

“Awesome, thanks.” He smiled and looked up at the man standing above him. “We’re good man.”

April’s eyes followed his gaze up to the the tall man holding onto the railing by the ceiling. Her eyes widened and her hand flew back to Beka’s arm, digging her nails in.

“What the hell is your problem dude? Ouch!” Beka yelped and then looked up. Her breath stopped when she beheld Jared Padalecki, in all his giant, sweaty glory, towering above them. Her eyes darted from him to April, and then to the man next to her. “Holy shit dude!” she whispered, “Are you serious!”

“Just shut up and be cool!” April hollered through clenched teeth. She turned back to Jensen with a sexy smile. “So, ya’ll doing some sightseeing?”

Jensen licked his lips and smiled, “Yeah, just a bit.”

“That’s nice. Us too.” She threw her thumb towards Beka who peeked over April’s shoulder and waved awkwardly at Jensen. “I’m just up here for the weekend. Hanging out with my friend, seeing what we see.”

“That’s nice,” Jensen answered her, an ever pleasant smile on his handsome face.

“You in town for a while?” She asked, fully knowing the answer, but trying to play it off like she didn’t know who he was. Maybe he was just a sexy stranger on the train. Maybe she was too. Maybe they could hang out and see the sights together.

Jensen laughed, “Just today. We have an event this weekend.”

“Oh, nice. I bet that’ll be fun.” Again, Jensen laughed. He covered his mouth with one hand and shook his head. “Is something funny?”

He nodded, “Yeah. I was just thinking that the usual fangirls we meet would be freaking out by now. You’re doing quite well.”

April frowned in mock confusion, “Fangirl? What? Of who?”

“Of us?” Jensen said, nodding up at Jared who waved down to her.

“Are ya’ll famous or something?” April asked, shrugging.

“Dude,” Beka leaned over and tapped her shoulder, “You’re wearing your LOVE hoodie. They know you know.”

Jensen and Jared both nodded at her, laughing. She felt the blood rush to her cheeks, reddening her face in embarrassment. “Well, shit.” She threw her hands up in surrender. “I figured I had ya’ll going and we’d surprise you on Sunday at our photo op.”

“It was a nice try,” Jensen offered.

“It was,” Jared agreed.

“It was not,” Beka teased.

April sat back with a sigh and recrossed her arms. “Can’t blame a girl for tryin’.”

When the train stopped again, Beka looked out the window behind them and announced, “Times Square! Let’s be off!” She stood and waved politely to Jared and Jensen. “Nice to meet you guys.”

After shooting a shy smile to the guys, April followed her off the train, taking a deep breath once they were on the platform. “Good Lord that was crazy!”

“Hey!”

April spun around and found Jensen exiting the train behind her.

“You guys wanna tag along for a bit? We could use a tour guide,” he asked with a shrug.

All the chill drained from April and she merely nodded quickly in response. Beka stepped up and saluted the two men, “Yes sir. At your service. Now let’s get a move on, there’s a pretzel cart usually parked right at the top of those stairs over there and my tummy is rumblin’!”

Jensen gave another chuckle and lay his hand on Beka’s shoulder, “Lead the way!”

As the girls walked off, their favorite actors in tow, Beka leaned down to whisper in April’s ear, “I fuckin told you this weekend would be awesome.”

April agreed, giddy as she looked over her shoulder, “Dude, I’ll never doubt you again.”

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impala-dreamer · 8 years ago

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The End

SPN FanFic

Winchester Angst Drabble

620 Words

Warnings: Death.

A/N: I saw this somewhere, what their last words would be, and this came to me early this morning. Sorry. Set at the end of season 122 ;)

It was the end. There was no getting around it this time. No deals to be made, no negotiations with the reaper. This was it. The final call. The last hurrah. And boy was it.

They'd gone down in a blaze of glory, just like Dean had always wanted. “I know how this ends,” he'd once told Sam. “It ends bloody.”

Certainly there was enough blood to satisfy Dean's morbid prophecy. It spouted from the hole in Sam's gut, poured like syrup from the rips in Dean's chest; leaked slowly from both of their mouths, coating their tongues in garnet. They lay, head to toe on the damp, cold earth where they had fallen. All in all it wasn't all bad place to go, Dean thought as he looked up into the ebony sky. The forest around them framed the stars, opening just enough to give Dean a view of his final destination. He was headed upstairs, he was sure. For all the shit he'd done in his life, the good had to outweigh the bad.

Sam coughed painfully, a fresh wave of blood set loose to flood out from his mouth. He lifted his head to look towards his brother, their eyes meeting in the dark night. Sam's face twisted with pain, his jaw clenching as his lips quivered. Despair and fear filled his hazel eyes as he looked towards Dean for help. He knew it was useless, Dean was dying too. His pain was evident, visible in the subtle twitch of skin around his eyes, in the way he sucked slow, shallow breaths between his teeth. Panic gripped him suddenly, and Sam's chest heaved as he struggled to breathe, the icy chill of death passing over his skin. He could feel it, his life leaking out, this was it.

Dean watched his baby brother tremble and he let go of his chest, moving the hand that covered his wound and reached for Sam. He was too far away, their hands could not meet. Dean shifted, crying out in the darkness as he squirmed down, inching closer to Sam. Finally he made it, relaxing as his fingers closed around Sam's hand.

Sam sighed, calmed by the familiar touch. All his life, no matter what had happened, what pain and torture they had endured, this touch was the constant. The thing that brought them back to reality, letting them know everything would be ok. Sam knew he would be fine, even moving on to the next life, they would be together, and they would be fine.

Dean's vision blurred, the edges darkening, and he knew this was it. He looked over at Sam and tried to find something to say, something to ease the transition. Something that said “I'm here”, “I love you”, “thank you”, and ultimately, “I'm sorry”.

A tiny smirk lifted the corner of Dean's mouth and he let out a deep breath, his lungs expelling air for the final time. As his fingers relaxed on Sam's hand, he said the only thing that would come to his dizzy mind, “Bitch.”

Sam laughed; the clipped noise echoing around them as he heard his brother's last word. He watched as the light faded from Dean's face, the muscles slacking, the deep creases around his mouth and eyes disappearing as if he were merely falling asleep. But his chest rose no more, and Sam looked into vacant green eyes.

Sam felt it happening. The cold filled his limbs, climbing higher up to overtake his chest and crush his heart. He smiled, resting his head against the wet ground, ready to let go. With one last deep breath he said goodbye to his brother the only way he knew how, “Jerk.”

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