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deanscherrypie420 · 5 months ago

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A/N: Hi guys! I promised another Sam fic so HERE WE ARE! This idea was originally for Dean, but I figured it would work for Sammy too. I tweaked it a little bit once I saw this GIF because OMG idk its just so cute. ENJOY <3

Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader Y/N, Dean Winchester, Crowley

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

Warnings: Demon!Reader, arguing, mild violence, guns, alcohol, biting, fluff, supernatural stuff, nerds, physical affection.

Summary: After the Winchester brothers barge into Crowley's lair, they meet you. You're already in a bad mood and they don't help. You can't help but notice the taller one, how attractive he is. After going to the bunker with them, you find yourself in an unexpected situation.

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"I have never once gotten myself in danger! Why won't you let me do this?" Y/N screamed at the man in front of her. Crowley was like a father to her. He took her in from the depths of hell when she was little, turning her into the little princess of hell.

"Hunters get hurt. They die, all the time. Is that really something you want for yourself?" He questioned, crossing his hands in his lap. He was staring down at her from his throne and this irked her. She didn't like being talked down to, especially not by Crowley. She was not going to be treated like one of his servants.

"You are ridiculous. I am more than capable of killing a few monsters. I'm a mini you, for hell's sake!" He just shook his head and sighed. "I said no, Y/N. Do not make me repeat myself."

Y/N felt her jaw tick, her eyes quickly flicking to black, a low red glow illuminating from the corners. She wasn't a normal demon. After being with Crowley, she evolved into a different being.

Her arm stuck out and she flung him across the room, earning a loud groan from not only him but two new men. She snapped her head around and walked backwards towards the throne, claiming her rightful seat upon it.

"Did we interrupt something?" The shorter one chuckled as he nudged Crowley with his foot. The older man grunted and pushed himself off the ground. "Get out, Winchesters. We are having a family discussion."

The taller one glanced over at you, and his brother hooted. "Wow, a new wife? This one's a little young, don't ya think?" Her eyes widened and she instinctively slammed him against the wall. "He is like my father, you indolent pig!"

"Right, my bad." He choked out and the giant stepped forward. "Let him go." He said as he pulled out a blade. She just laughed, looking over at Crowley. He gave her a nod and she huffed, releasing the man from her hold.

"Well, aren't you a bundle of sunshine." He scoffed as he brushed himself off. She glared at him and he put his hands up in defense, making the taller one laugh quietly.

"Look, Crowley, we need your help. Difficult demon hunt." He explained as his brother still tried to compose himself. Crowley shook his head, an amused look on his face. "Very funny, Sam. Run along, you two aren't getting help here."

"Actually, Sam, you might. What do you need help with?" Y/N announced quickly, rising from the seat and stepping forward. "Uh... Just with some research, I really don't think you-" Sam started but Crowley cut him off. "You aren't helping, Y/N. Go to the back room, now."

"What's your name?" She asked the shorter man, ignoring the king completely. "Dean. This is my brother." He grinned, growing a liking to the young woman. Sam cleared his throat and looked down at her, "I would listen to your, uh, dad."

The older man nodded and gestured towards the doorway behind her. She shook her head and smiled up at him, an innocent look in her beautiful Y/E/C eyes. "I'm a big girl, Sam. He can't control me." She moved closer to him, standing nearly a foot away.

"He's the king of hell, the hell you mean he doesn't control you?" Dean questioned, disbelief mounting his features. She glanced over at him, her eyes morphing into dark pits enclosed by a ruby glow. "I'm the princess of hell. I have more power than you think, Winchester."

Sam stepped back, his brows furrowing as he lips flattened into a line. "Don't worry, I don't bite. I want to help." She blinked her eyes back to normal and grinned at the brothers.

"Y/N! What did I tell you!" Crowley shouted, using his powers to throw her to the floor. She hissed and got up, her eyes glowing brighter than they had before. "I swear to God, I will carve out your fucking eyes." She spat as she tossed him against a wall, her fingers closing tighter, slowly crushing his internal organs.

Sam rushed to her side and tried pulling her back, but she just kept going, slowly walking towards the king. When she reached him, her hand wrapped around his throat, a low growl escaping her. "I'm becoming a hunter, whether you like it or not."

Sam gripped her shoulder, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "He's not stopping you, let's go. You're alright." He soothed, giving her a gentle squeeze.

Her brain stuttered, her force relaxing as her eyes shifted. "Fine." She stated simply before letting go of Crowley completely and storming out of the building.

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They had stopped at a diner before heading home to the bunker, all of them chatting and story-telling. The waitress came by to take their orders and she looked Y/N up and down, a look of distaste forming across her face.

"Well, you have an interesting fashion choice." The older woman spoke. Y/N bit her tongue, trying to remind herself that this was a conservative town and her outfit was very provocative. "Thanks, Hun. Anyway, I'd like-" The woman cut her off and put a hand on her hip.

"I'm just saying, young lady. That is a very immodest outfit. If I didn't know better, I'd think you work on the streets." Her southern drawl only made Y/N more irritated. Dean tried holding back a laugh, his beer nearly shooting out of his mouth.

"And I think you belong in a nursing home. Don't worry, hell has great hosts. I'd like some fries, please." She punctuated her statement with a flash of her eyes, the action earning a quiet gasp from Sam and roar of laughter from his brother.

"C-coming right up." The waitress murmured before skittishly running off, retreating to the back of the diner. "Damn, little lady. Didn't know you were that feisty!" Dean teased and she rolled her eyes. "Didn't know you were that reckless." Sam muttered and she sighed.

"Sammy, we're fine. What is she gonna do, call a priest on me?" Dean snickered some more. "You should really be more careful - for your safety." Sam warned, his brows knitted together.

"Awh, you care about me!" She cooed, a sarcastic undertone lacing her words. "We only just met, Sammy. We aren't that committed yet."

He shook his head and stared her down, his eyes so full and bright. "Those are the cutest puppy dog eyes ever." She added before kissing his cheek and excusing herself to the bathroom.

"Sammy's got a girlfriend..." Dean whispered in a sing-song voice, causing Sam to kick him under the table.

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Sam was researching in the library, books sprawled out on the desk in front of him. He was fiddling with a pen in his hands, a concentrated look on his face as he jotted down a few things on a notepad.

"Whatcha writing, Sammy?" Y/N asked. She was sitting on a bar above him, the ceiling only a few feet away from her head. Her legs dangled mindlessly in the air as she studied him.

He raised a brow and looked up at her. "What are you doing up there, Princess?" He questioned back, slouching back a bit in his chair. "Watching you." She responded with a huge smile, her eyes glistening in the bunker light.

"Why don't you come down from there, yeah?" He offered, patting his thigh gently as an invitation. She giggled and bit her lip, leaning forward. Her hands slid beneath the cool metal and grasped the edge behind her.

She swung downwards, hanging there for a minute before dropping to the ground. "If you insist." She danced her way over, her hands meeting his shoulders as she crawled into his lap.

He chuckled and his hand began rubbing her back. She nestled her head underneath his chin and skimmed over the pages he was reviewing. Her legs were hunched up, knees level with his upper chest and feet planted on his other thigh.

His free hand gently wrapped around her ankle, his digits resting on the hem of her sock as his thumb traced random patterns on her skin.

She reached over and grabbed his beer bottle, taking a long drag and twirling it between her fingers. "That's mine." He mumbled into her hair, his hand moving from her leg, covering hers as he tried to reclaim the bottle.

"No. I want it." She retorted, trying to move the bottle away. He plugged the top of the bottle with his thumb so it didn't spill, tugging it away from her. "Well, you don't always get what you want."

She huffed and crossed her arms, her elbow digging into his stomach. "I got you." She bickered and he smiled. He set the bottle down on the table and pulled her closer, one arm hooked around her belly.

"I guess you're right, Princess."

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arjaandsimoni · 8 months ago

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Bad Blood

The Peters Cartridge Company Building, Cincinnati Ohio

It had originally been an ammunition manufacturer founded in 1887 which supplied multiple countries with weaponry during both the first and second world war, but their fortunes had ended with the end of the second of those and the company folded. It fell into disrepair after 1968 but was soon put on the registry of historic buildings in the mid-80s. Today the building is home to a brewery and an apartment complex… at least on paper.

In private however, the old building is home to quite a bit more.

Nelen pulled up outside the building in the largest rental vehicle he could obtain on short notice… but the simple fact of the matter was not all of them could come. Drusilla would have taken up most of the back by herself, and then there would be the matter of Lupe and Natasha, as well as the changeling prince and princess, Tex, and their recently arrived Indian allies Arja and Simoni… so it was decided that Drusilla would have to remain behind to guard the Smith Household.

Tex stayed back as well, the only human of their party besides Nelen would have been an obvious target for their foes. Nicu and Lupe stayed as well, though Natasha had insisted on coming to see this prince who would encourage suicidal levels of exposure among the vampires herself.

As he found a secluded area to park in he looked behind him, Dawn sitting shotgun in the bus. “Alright, we all remember the plan? If we can expose Al for what he really is then its entirely possible the vampires will join us or run for the hills, either way that means we won’t have to deal with them.” he nodded firmly, the magus dressed in just a winter jacket over his jeans and teeshirt, with sturdy boots.

“Quite, few vampyr would be insane enough to willingly side with a being of Hell. Our souls are in a tenuous enough state as it is.” agreed Natasha. She had dressed as she often did, in gothic finery. Even going into a battle she would not demean herself by wearing different garb.

Stephy was dressed in the same outfit he wore to fight Clarence, the changeling princess checking their purse again. “Got a few nasty surprises. Some more of those sunflowers that I told you about, a few bellbomb peppers��” he nodded as Sammi checked the edge on his rapier.

“Well, we’ll just have to hope that this does not go against us Nelen…” murmured the princeling, “If all else fails I can open a path to the Hedge, but we will have to come out somewhere, and the Hedge around here is… well…” he looked around, “Lets just hope it is not needed...”

“We’ll take that chance when it comes… and Arja?” asked Nelen.

“Yuth?” she replied, her voice muffled.

Nelen frowned, “… aren’t you being just a bit melodramatic?”

Arja sat there bundled against the cold, the vanara girl wearing a sweater and a pair of jeans with long underwear under a jacket that was also under a winter coat, two scarves wrapped around her face, and a bobble hat pulled over her head, her hands covered in thick woolen mittens and her feet crammed into fur-lined snowboots.

“… nuh.” she replied, narrowing her eyes at the magus.

Sammi grinned, chuckling to himself, as the vanara glared at him. “Wut?” she growled.

“Oh, nothing… just remembering all those times when I commented on how unpleasant the weather was in New Orleans, or Texas, or India…” he whistled innocently as he sheathed his weapon.

Simoni sighed at her, the garuda girl wearing a pair of woolen leggings under a denim skirt and her own snowboots, along with a sleeveless green sweater under a thick winter coat. She had to find a good balance that would allow for talons and wings if needed and had taken Stephy’s advice on leggings. All her legs really did was change shape, and leggings had no feet, so they worked as far as her transformation went. “Arja, we’ll just have to deal as best we can… if we’re fighting against vampires they’ll need someone who can use fire.”

Finally however, the group had to get moving… Dawn went in first, scouting the way invisibly as Simoni and Stephy managed to talk Arja down into ditching the coat and mittens. As a vanara her fighting often relied on agility, and it would be extremely hard to be agile in such bulky winter-wear.

Dawn crept her way through the building, her yellow eyes occasionally shining in the gloom as she made her way further and further towards what Dusty had told them. There was a hidden basement, all she had to do was know where it was and she could teleport them all in at once… and after a bit her sensitive ears picked up the sound of a lot of voices below her.

The cheshire focused, then suddenly was a good fifty feet straight down, standing on the ceiling, and wincing in shock.

There were a LOT of people down there… at least a few dozen that she could see, and she could tell that not all of them were human. A good chunk of ghouls obviously, or just mortal cronies hoping to get in on their master’s good graces to get offered their blood… but on the stage…

She narrowed her eyes, hissing, “Gotcha… ‘Al.’” she frowned, teleporting back to the bus and appearing in the front passenger seat.

“He’s here, and I don’t see his backup dancers anywhere so far.” she nodded.

Nelen grinned, cracking his knuckles, “Alright kids, lets go.” he nodded, taking Dawn’s hand and holding his back towards the rest. The other five put their hands on his and in a swirl of magic they all vanished!

The Hidden Basement under the Cartridge Company Building

“Now… I hear there’s been some bitching about the new policies…” began Al, the vampire prince wearing the same suit as before, but now with several fancy rings on his fingers and a pendant around his neck. He wore a thick pair of sunglasses over his eyes and a fedora hat. The sunglasses he felt made him look impressive, and the hat went with the suit.

He’d found Archibald’s old jewelry box and had taken some choice items. His left hand had several solid gold rings set with large gemstones etched with the image of strange creatures on them. On his ring finger was one with a huge ruby showing a shape like some strange lizard, his middle finger had an emerald with a scorpion design, and so on. The pendant was a stylized dragon, a symbol of power among some circles of vampires. Even among the undead, some believed in the power of the ’Son of the Dragon,’ Vlad Dracul.

“… and I heard rumors that one of our big shots has been staked.” he added, “I checked with my advisors, and ain’t nobody fuckin’ told me that the Mill Creek Monster got taken out! So those rumors stop NOW!” he slammed his fist down. “The Rat can do what he fuckin’ wants! If he wants to go play hide ‘n seek I don’t give a shit.”

There were several murmurs among the crowd, including among one very confused coterie who had been sent to the old Paper Mill personally by Astaroth… he had lied to the Prince about Clarence’s death? They saw some pretty obvious proof that he was gone for good…

“But the main thing is there’s still little chicken shits out there who don’t want to live like TRUE vampires!” he snarled, “We ain’t human, so stop pretendin’ to be! We’re BETTER than human! They’re our goddamn FOOD! They’re LESS than us! They don’t fuckin’ MATTER anymore unless they prove they do!”

The ghouls in the crowd shared worried looks at that, as did their mortal counterparts… as if they were just now realizing that they were swimming with the proverbial sharks. They looked to the vampires they served, but the undead refused to meet their gaze.

“I got Walter out tonight, ‘n he’s dealing with another group that was planning to ice me… so if anyone gets any dumb ideas…” he began…

… and that’s when the door to the basement was blasted off its hinges.

Wood splinters and embers soared over the heads of the crowd as a cry of alarm went up among the assembled undead and their minions and into the room rushed Nelen, a silver tipped stake already in hand, alongside Dawn whose hat and glasses were gone to reveal her feline features.

Stephy and Sammi came next, the changeling princess generating a swirl of ice and snow around his hand as the prince drew his blade and held it ready. Alongside them strode Natasha, her cane already opened to reveal her own weapon should it be needed.

Finally Arja jumped over the group and landed before them in her vanara form, her tail thrashing behind her as flames flickered behind her monkey-like fangs. She hated how cold it was here and was quite eager to turn up the heat. Simoni landed next to her, the garuda shedding her wings and scales to return to her human form.

“That’s ENOUGH!” snapped Stephy, stepping forward as he reached into his purse, pulling out a fresh bellbomb pepper. “We know who you really are! Did we not beat you badly enough last year ‘Al?’”

The prince rose from behind the podium where he’d taken shelter when the door was blown apart, hearing the changeling’s declaration… though, his reaction may not be what Stephy expected.

“… the fuck are you talking about? Who the hell ARE you?” he asked.

Stephy glared back, “Don’t play dumb! I heard Astaroth say your name and there’s only one ‘Al’ we know who could cause this much trouble!” he retorted… until he felt Nelen’s hand on his shoulder.

“Stephy…” he frowned, raising his eyebrow at the prince. “… that’s… not Al.”

“What?!” asked Stephy as Sammi faltered, his sword lowering a bit as Dawn stared at him. Arja and Simoni looked over their shoulders as well. Even Natasha looked surprised at this, glancing between him and the prince.

“Uh… well, that is my name…” commented the Prince. He was able to hear them even in the back, the basement had very good acoustics, and vampires had excellent hearing. The crowd was stunned, not sure how to react yet at the sudden interruption by a gaggle of supernaturals.

Stephy shook his head, “That’s the new prince! That’s the one who took over! We saw him in Dusty’s vision! That’s gotta be Al!” he insisted.

Nelen sighed, “Yeah, well Cernunnos can sense demonic auras and he says this guy is just another bloodsucker… That’s NOT Al!”

“Yes he is!” insisted the changeling.

“Yes I am…” commented the increasingly confused prince.

Stephy looked at the prince, then back at Nelen, “But… But I heard Astaroth…” he started, Nelen held up a hand however.

“Stephy… Did this guy say ‘Al,’ or did he say ‘Agaliarept?’” asked the magus in a rather strained tone.

“… er… he said… ‘Al.’” replied the changeling, their cheeks coloring as they began to realize their error.

“Stephy… do you know how COMMON a name like that is?” grimaced Nelen, “He could have been talking about an Albert, or an Alan, or an Alberto, or… THERE’S A LOT OF DAMN NAMES THAT START WITH ‘A L!’”

Dawn coughed, looking around, “Well… this got awkward in a hurry…” she muttered, glancing back at Nelen, “So… uh… Nelen, should I just yoink us outta here or…”

However as soon as she said that there was an audible snapping sound.

The group looked up, as did the assembled undead and their minions.

The prince’s face was an enraged grimace, his hand gripping the podium so hard he’d broken a chunk of it away, crushing it in his hand with his vampiric strength. “What… did you say his name was?” he asked.

Nelen frowned, stepping forward and looking straight at the prince’s face. “Its Nelen Fullmoon. Whats it to you Dracula?” he asked.

The prince stepped down from the podium, grinning at them… and it was a very nasty grin indeed. “Oh this is TOO fucking perfect! I’ve been waiting years for this!” he snarled, taking off his glasses and tossing his hat to the side.

Nelen squinted at his face, then his eyes widened, “You…” he glared back, “YOU MURDEROUS SON OF A BITCH!” he spat in fury as the rest of the group looked at the prince.

“Wait, Nelen… YOU know him?!” asked Stephy in shock.

“Oh I fucking know THIS piece of shit!” he growled, “He’s the reason I wound up saddled with a demon for a fucking decade!”

The vampire prince slowed to a halt, flexing his hands, “The little fag had it coming Fullmoon.” he retorted.

“SHUT YOUR GODSDAMN MOUTH MURDER!” he snapped, striding forward as if he’d forgotten all about the other undead in the room. “He’d never done anything to you, you wouldn’t have even known his fucking name if you hadn’t heard about him coming out… and what did you do?!”

Simoni stared, the pieces clicking together in her head, “Oh shit…”

“You and your rich asshole friends CHAINED HIM TO THE BACK OF YOUR TRUCK AND DRAGGED HIM UNTIL HIS BODY FELL APART!” he spat, every line in his face showing nothing but blind fury. “Yeah, I know exactly who this fucker is…” he growled, “Alfred Ludsthorp… heir to one of the local political dynasties… and someone who should be trapped in the quarantine ward at St. Elizabeth for the rest of his pathetic life.”

There was silence all around. Nelen’s allies knew his story now, about how his friend had come out as gay in the days before it was even remotely safe to do so, how the wrong people had heard about it, and how he had been tortured to death by a group of their well-to-do classmates.

How, when one of them went to his father to protect them, he was able to get away without even so much as being arrested because his father put pressure on the police to ignore the crime. How this drove Nelen to seek revenge in the worst way possible. He could have simply beaten them to a pulp with his own inborn Fullmoon strength… but instead he’d gone with something much darker.

He wanted those who had tortured his friend to death to suffer for what they’d done… and he made a deal with something awful to do it.

Standing before them was the man who had committed the murder that had sent Nelen down the road that led to him making a pact with Merihim, Demon of the Court of Wrath.

One Year Ago…

Francis Ludsthorp was a broken man. He had spent every cent he had to try to cure his son, to no avail. Antibiotics were useless, gene therapy was a lost cause, they’d even tried experimental radiation therapy without success.

He was running out of money. His political career was in shambles. About four years after his son wound up hospitalized his personal financial records had been stolen and leaked onto the internet showing how he’d been embezzling funds from the local government to line his own pockets. How he’d been using them to pay off investigators… there were even videos of the more recent meetings (god only knew how! The video looked like it was recorded from the ceiling!) A recall vote came shortly after, and when the dust settled nobody would trust him to run a gas station nevermind hold public office.

Then, one day, he got a call from the hospital. That year, just near the tail end of February, his son’s disease had just… stopped. It’d just vanished, all trace of it in his body. The virus cells were just suddenly gone.

He’d almost called it a miracle, until the hospital told him the rest of the story. The virus was gone, but the damage had been done. His son’s body was a disaster. The disease was akin to leprosy with a nasty grudge against its host and ten times more destructive than any strain they’d ever seen. Alfred would likely never walk again, his arms were atrophied to the point of uselessness, he was almost totally blind, it was a miracle he was alive at all…

Desperation took him. He wanted something, ANYTHING, that could help his son… and after weeks of searching, he found his chance.

The more superstitious doctors had commented that this disease almost seemed more like being cursed than sick with how little effect medicine had on it… and why not replace one curse with another. He was in politics, he always knew that there were some extreme ways to get power in the Greater Cincinnati Area… well, maybe that could save his son.

Thus, in the dead of night, he brought his son to a secluded warehouse, and met a man he would only ever know as William.

He didn’t stay to watch the deed get done, he couldn’t stand to see such a thing happen. Once it was over he insisted on taking his son home with him, despite William's warnings not to.

That next evening he went into his son’s bedroom to find him sitting up in bed, looking straight at him.

Francis ran forward to embrace his boy… and found out why William had tried to convince him to leave his son with him instead.

When Alfred finished with his father, and facing the horror of what he had done, William was waiting for him… and that was where his life as a human being had ended.

The Cartridge Company Basement, Present Day

The room was deathly silent, Nelen and Alfred staring each other down… then suddenly there was a small snicker.

“Wait… his name was Alfred all this time?” asked Dawn, “Like… Batman’s butler?” she snorted as Sammi put a hand to his mouth, trying to hide his grin as he held his rapier ready. Even Arja had to let out a small chuckle at that.

The prince’s eye twitched, his vampiric hearing able to pick out several stifled chuckles from the crowd as a few others made the connection themselves.

Nelen ignored her though, “How the hells did a worthless sack of crap like you wind up as the Prince?” he demanded.

Alfred sneered, “Like I’d tell you Fullmoon… but you’re right, I am in charge here… EVERYONE!” he snapped his fingers, “This is an order from your Boss! KILL ‘EM!” he shouted!

Nelen blinked, then remembered he was surrounded by the prince’s allies. “Fuck.” he whispered, then an instant later he vanished and reappeared behind the others as Stephy and Simoni ran forward and tore the stems off a pair of bellbomb peppers.

“BOMBS AWAY!” shouted Simoni, throwing her’s to the right as Stephy threw his to the left, the plants landing amid the crowd of vampires and their minions.

“Hope you guys like it spicy!” laughed Stephy as the peppers exploded into a massive cloud of capuchin and glamour, cries of pain erupting from within the mob as Arja moved forward, took a deep breath, and exhaled a huge cone of flame directly at Alfred!

The prince’s eyes widened as he grimaced, a wall of fire racing directly towards him! “SHIT!” he cried out, covering his face with his hands, and the flames hit home, blasting out around his form and scorching anyone too close to flee in time!

Several ghouls and a couple vampires went down, the latter screaming in terror as the flames ate away at their undead flesh… and then the flames died to reveal the prince crouching defensively… but totally unhurt.

Alfred looked up, clearly every bit as surprised as Arja was, a strange glow fading from the ruby ring he wore. “… uh… yeah… totally knew that’d happen…” he coughed, standing up, “WELL? DON’T JUST STAND THERE! GET THEM DAMMIT!” he shouted.

At this point the mob was quite likely to agree with them, several of them half blind and in pain from the peppery goblin fruit, the others recognizing that whoever they were they were definitely their enemies! All around them they could hear the cock of handguns, the sound of knives being drawn from boots or belt sheathes, and see the vampires assembled readying their own attacks.

“Dammit! DAWN!” yelled Nelen, “PLAN FIFTY THREE!”

Dawn nodded, then the group huddled together as she focused, and with a loud thunderclap they vanished from the room.

Plan Fifty Three: RUN LIKE HELL!

The group reappeared on the ground level outside, next to where Nelen had hidden their vehicle. “GO GO GO! GET INSIDE NOW!” he shouted, running towards the driver’s side as he fumbled with the keys, the rest of the group frantically rushing into their seats and bracing themselves.

Nelen stomped the gas hard and the van lurched forward, then he spun it around and gunned the engine as hard as it would let him go as the doors to the building burst open and after a few minutes several cars raced out of the parking lot after them!

Dawn glanced at the mirror and let out a low whining meow, “Neleeeeeeeeen! They’re coming!” she warned.

“Yeah! I noticed!” snapped the magus, pushing the engine until it cried as he tried to gain distance… but this vehicle had been built for hauling, not speed! “Shit, can SOMEONE slow them down?!” he asked.

Simoni whined, looking outside, but trying to fly in that chill would be borderline impossible! She’d be an ice cube before they got halfway above them...

For Stephy however… “Dawn! Get me and Sammi onto the roof!” he nodded, shrugging off his jacket and kicking off his boots. The cheshire nodded and grabbed both their hands, then teleported them up ontop of the van before warping herself quickly back inside as Stephy transformed, spreading his wings and trying to hold onto the swerving vehicle with his talons as Nelen fought with the icy roads below.

Sammi took his sibling’s purse, then climbed atop his back and nodded to him, the changeling princess letting out a loud birdlike cry as they took to the air!

Stephy yelped in surprise as the cars shot past below them, then whistled up a sharp tailwind and shot forward after them as Sammi dug through his purse. “Moving too fast to freeze the roads under them… bellbombs are worthless, they’ll have the windows up… no… not this one either… AHA!” he nodded, pulling out what looked like a strange straw doll, but made from a thorny vine rather than straw. “Stephy! Get ahead of them if you can!” he nodded.

Stephy focused, then let out another cry as they shot forward, the princess glancing below, then Sammi nodded and took the doll, gritting his teeth as he intentionally drew a thorn over his finger. “A little red water to help you grow m’dear…” he whispered, then tossed it down infront of the cars. It missed the first two, landed right infront of a second pair, and by the time the two following them reached that spot the drivers found a rather nasty surprise! The road was suddenly covered with a huge mass of razor sharp, unnaturally strong, and four-inch-long thorns! There were several loud bangs and their cars spun out of control as their tires were shredded to ribbons!

“Nice throw!” grinned Stephy, then he shrieked as several loud bangs came from below them. Their pursuers had realized they had enemies above, and they’d come prepared for a fight! Bullets whizzed by them as Stephy flapped to slow down, narrowly dodging a hail of lead… but this meant the windows were open now.

“Sammi! Get ready!” he nodded, shooting forward in the sky and angling downwards. They drew nearly level with the ground as Sammi pulled a bellbomb pepper out of his purse, biting the stem off… and as soon as they got close enough to one of the cars he threw it in through the passenger window and Stephy immediately flapped as hard as he could to regain altitude!

They were close long enough to hear, ‘is that a fucking pepper?’ before there was a massive splattery sound and the windows were covered in pulp and spices, screams coming from inside as the car swerved out of control before crashing into a ditch!

The changeling princess yelped as another spray of bullets shot up from below… then they looked forward to see the backdoor of the van opening.

Dawn was there, holding onto a handle built into the back of the van, and she was holding something… She grinned, then opened a cardboard box and poured out what looked like a bunch of shining metal objects, and another car went spinning out of control before slamming headlong into a tree!

That still left two though, and they were close enough to get a clear shot now! Several gunshots rang out, but the shadows under the door suddenly stretched down and hardened, and the bullets bounced off the barrier of darkness it created!

Of course… all this chaos couldn’t go unnoticed forever… and Sammi looked out across the snowy landscape to see something else on a nearby road. Several vehicles were approaching at speed, with flashing red and blue lights. “Oh oak and ash… someone called the police!” he swore, “Stephy!”

“I know I know… dammit what are we gonna do…” he whined, looking around. It’d be foolish to assume that the local vampire courts wouldn’t have agents in law enforcement. They could easily arrange for an ‘accident’ to occur in custody, it happened often enough already!

Then they saw ahead of them, a large bridge, a covered bridge to be specific. “Sammi… I know its dangerous around here… but we don’t really have any other choice!”

Sammi frowned, “I fear you’re right… blast it all, we’ll just have to take the risk!” he nodded as the two focused on the archway the bridge made and drew upon their own connection to the Wyrd.

Inside the van Nelen’s knuckles were almost white as he raced towards the bridge, bullets whizzing past on both sides of the vehicle as Arja and Simoni held on for dear life.

Suddenly, the space infront of him seemed to distort, the magus frowning. “What the… OH SHIT!” he swore as he realized what he was seeing, the view of the bridge shifting to reveal a pathway of thorn covered trees in a moonlit forest. “KIDS! HANG ON TIGHT!” he shouted as the van barreled over the bridge, the two cars behind it swerving to a halt as they saw the strange display… just in time for Sammi and Stephy to shoot past above them through the gateway, the portal slamming shut as the bridge returned to normal.

“The fuck was that…” asked one of the drivers as they got out of the car, staring at where the van had disappeared.

“Man I got no damn clue… c’mon, lets head back.” replied the other as they got back in their cars.

Soon the police arrived and took stock of the carnage along the roadside and the four wrecked vehicles… but of the van there was no sign.

Somewhere else…

Nelen slumped over the steering wheel of the van, the front end totaled from where it’d hit one of the trees. He raised his head with a groan, then looked around…

He’d grown up around here, he knew most of the area, but this was well beyond the fields he knew.

Stephy and Sammi had saved them from their pursuers and local law enforcement by sending them into the depths of the Hedge.

#fiction #modern fantasy #supernatural adventures #lgbtq

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justcallmenikki7 · 5 years ago

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BTS Reaction To: Your Child Interrupting Them During a Meeting (Mafia!Au)

Summary: your child interrupts your mafia husband during their meetings.

Warnings: obvs mafia au so … you should know what comes with that, fluff, angst?, and cuteness

Request: Hi! can you please do an imagine/reaction on Mafia! bts where their child comes in during a meeting? you can make up the names for their child too if you want :) thank you!

Notes: i have missed mafia aus, this request was so cute

Jin:

“Daddy!”

A small voice yelled out during an almost act of killing. Jin automatically dropped his gun, being caught by Namjoon who is standing beside the Mafia boss. Going from killer mode to a bundle of softness, Jin step from around the traitor, making his way to where you and your kid were standing at the entrance of his office.

You held a nervous and apologetical look, something that Jin wiped away when he leant down and kissed you on the lips. “I’m so sorry, I totally forgot about your ‘meeting,’” you apologized, only to be shushed by your husbands’ lips once again.

“Don’t worry about it. I love torturing the ones who betray us.” Jin winked at you, earning an eye roll from you.

“You and your sadistic ways.” You giggled, looking down at your son who was playing with your husband’s tie.

Your son looked up at your husband in happiness, oblivious to the almost murder going on right in front of him. “Daddy!” He yelled in excitement, reaching out for his father.

“Hey buddy! What are you up to?” Your husband asked in a childish voice, entertaining your son. Lifting him in his arms, he turned his head to nod at Namjoon, signaling him to take the traitor to the dundgons to wait for his tomorrow death. “Now, that I have my family with me, how about going to McDonald’s?” Jin suggested, only to earn an excited yell from your son.

Yoongi:

Yoongi was sitting in his chair, hands linked together in front of him, face voided of any emotion. This forms nervousness in all of his men, besides Hoseok and Jungkook. They knew from this reaction of what happened at last nights shipment meant nothing but pure anger, and possible death, was nothing good. It brought fear to everyone’s bones.

Having to be under the wrath of Min Yoongi was nothing no one wanted to deal with.

Sighing, Yoongi stood up from his chair, casting a glance at both Hoseok and Jungkook. to which they nodded, before speaking.

A sarcastic chuckle escaped his lips, “Now—”

Yoongi was cut off from the sound of the door to the meeting room opening and a small, scared voice that brought him to his knees. “D-Daddy,” Sooni voice cracked, on the verge of tears.

Dropping his composed state, Yoongi charged towards his daughter.

“What’s wrong my princess?” Yoongi asked, trying to avoid tears. He hated to see you, his Queen, and his Princess, Sooni, cry. The both of his tears made him feel helpless.

“N-N-Nightmare! Scary man,” and that is when the waterworks began, and that is when Yoongi drew the line.

Family over work. So, dashing out of the meeting room with his daughter in his hands, he began to coo and calm his daughter down, leaving behind the grateful gang members,

Yelling and possibly killing someone today can wait, Yoongi thought.

Hoseok:

“Are you all just some fucking mistakes?” Hoseok shouted at the top of his lungs, throwing the manila folder down onto the desk. “How can you fuck up a simple drug deal?”

“S-Sir, we were outnumbered. A-and,” one of his men began, on the verge of possibly peeing his pants.

“A-And what?” Hoseok mocked, a pout on his lips, “You can’t handle a few other men?” Hoseok continued, drawing out his gun, smirk on his face. “Maybe,” He began to shake his gun in a mocking way, enjoying the scared looks that his men gave him.

“Daddy, why do you have a gun?”

And at the voice of his son, he put his gun behind his back, an almost scared look on his face. Being seen with a gun by his child is the one thing he did not want to happen.

“Sang, buddy, what are you doing?” Hoseok questioned nervously, tossing the gun to Taehyung, glaring at him during the process. “Wipe that smirk off your face, Tae.” Only to earn a chuckle from the man.

“I missed you. And you were gone when I woke up from my nap.” Sang pouted, crossing his arms in anger, “You promised you be there when I woke up.”

“I’m sorry buddy, daddy had to finish some business. But I promise you that I was going to come back,” Hoseok explained, picking Sang up in his arms. “How about this, you go back to your room and put on Cars and I’ll be right in there, okay? Promise.”

“Okay! But you better hurry or I won’t share my blankets with you.” Sang reasoned, wiggling out of Hoseok’s grasp, running to his room.

Sighing, Hoseok pinched his nose as he turned around on his heel to face the three scared gang members. “You guys are lucky that I am in a good mood now.” Those were his final words before he left his office.

Namjoon:

“But I want daddy!” Your daughter cried out in tiredness, ignoring your attempts at calming her down.

Being away from her father for the whole day was something new and she did not like it. Namjoon, your husband, always made sure to Jisoo at least three times throughout the day. Due to his busy schedule today made it impossible to see her, which resulted a sad and confused Jisoo.

“I know baby, but Daddy is busy with work. You know that he would do anything that he could to see you.” You tried to soothe, wanting her crying to calm down, which did not happen. Then an idea popped in your head, “Maybe we could surprise daddy?” You questioned, a small grin on your face.

The biggest smile appeared on your daughters face, nodding her head frantically. Whispering an okay, you ran to your husbands office with Jisoo in your arms, making her giggle and chant ‘daddy, daddy’ over and over. Not thinking, you opened the door to his office abruptly, only to freeze in your spot due to the sight in front of you. Your husband was standing over an unfamiliar man with a knife in his hand.

Shit, you just caught your husband during the act of killing. Well, almost. Hiding your daughters head in your shoulder, you apologized and closed the door loudly, scaring your daughter. “Why did you leave? I didn’t see daddy!” Jisoo whined.

“Uh, daddy’s really busy right now, give him fifteen minutes and he’ll be done with what he is doing.”

Jimin:

Jimin was exhausted. No whiskey or Tylenol will help him with the migraine that he was having right now. Having to deal with rookies is a bitch, and Jimin sometimes cannot handle his anger while having to deal with them. He knows that they are new, and he does care about them, but sometimes they push him to his limit.

Slamming his hands down on his desk, he stood up abruptly from his chair, kicking it back in the process. “Shut the fuck up!” He yelled, shutting up the two angry rookies who are at each other’s throats. “The both of you are acting like fucking children. If the both of you don’t stop this, I will—”

“Papa?” An innocent, tired voice asked him.

He swore that he could have killed himself from how fast his looked to his left to find his daughter standing in the doorway looking at him. There was a bear in her left hand and her right hand on the doorknob, looking innocent as ever.

In only three strides, Jimin got to his baby girl. “Hey sweetheart, what are you doing up this late?”

“I couldn’t sleep, and mommy’s gone and you weren’t in bed.” Yooji pouted, resembling you, something that made Jimin’s heart happy.

“Yeah, mommy’s gone isn’t she? How dare she?” Jimin accused, earning a giggle from his daughter. “How about we go and sleep in her and I’s bed, huh? Have a sleep over?” He suggested, creating a glowing smile from Yoonji.

“Yeah!” Yoonji cheered.

“Okay sweetheart, let’s go!” Jimin stated excitedly, allowing Yoonji to run off first, creating a good distance so he could have one final word with his men. “Your asses better be back in here at 8 sharp or I won’t be happy.”

Taehyung:

Taehyung was in the middle of yelling at a rookie when an excited yell from his son, Sam, and your desperate attempts of calling his name.

Looking to where the door is, he waited for the both of you to run in here. After three seconds, Sam charged into his office with you on his tail, yelling at him to not come in and to leave ‘daddy’ alone.

“Daddy!” Sam squealed in both excitement and fear. “Help me!” At that, Sam jumped into Taehyungs arms, laughing hysterically.

You looked up at your husband with an apologetic look, to which Taehyung gave you a wink. “What are my two favorite humans doing?” Taehyung asked, tickling Sam’s side.

“Sammy wanted to see you,” you answered, walking up to your husband and son, “He didn’t like it when I said that he couldn’t since you were busy.”

“I’m never too busy for my wife and son.” Taehyung said, snapping his fingers as a signal for his men to leave the room to give you three privacy. Sitting down in his chair, he perched Sam on one leg and you on the other.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah buddy?”

“Why is there a gun on the table?”

“Yeah, babe, why is there a gun on your table?”

Jungkook:

Jungkook threw his glass at the nearest wall out of pure anger.

Being told that he lost $500 million dollars during a shipment was the last thing that he wanted to hear today. Usually, he would not be this angry because of it being someone else’s money and not his. But, that was not the case today because that $500 million dollars was for you, your guys daughter Sidney, and him to use for a trip.

Of course, Jungkook has plenty of money. Plenty being polite, but this money had special meaning and the thought of letting you two down made him both furious and angry.

“You fucking fuck ups, how can you guys be so fucking stupid?” Jungkook screamed in fury, his neck veins showing.

Never has the gang, minus Yoongi and Jimin, have seen their boss so angry in their life. But what shocked them was how quickly his demeanor change when both you and Sidney walked in.

“Baby?” Jungkook asked confusedly, voice croaky from all of the screaming.

You gave Jungkook a gentle smile that, unconsciously, relaxed Jungkook. You noticed his shoulders slump, body relax, and the anger disappearing. “Kookie, Sidney was asking for you because she heard her daddy mad and was worried for you.” You explained gently, moving your eyes away from your husband so you could get Jimin’s attention. When you got the males you attention, you nodded at him, silently asking for him and the gang to leave to give your family privacy.

Jungkook took Sidney from your arms, cradling the three-year-old in his arms. “Hi princess,” Jungkook cooed, nudging her with his nose.

“Are you sad daddy?” Sidney asked, looking up at her father with wide eyes.

“No, princess. Daddy is just wanting his men to listen since they are not listening.”

“Do I need to chase Uncle Hobi around the house again?” Your daughter asked, referring to the time when she thought Hobi upset her daddy, so she chased after him with a knife.

“No, princess. Hobi is not in trouble.” Jungkook laughed, wrapping his arms around you and her so you all three were hugging.

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years ago

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Home Sweet Home: Jody Says...

Summary- 3.6k Andy Barber x You. You and Andy almost have it all, married and with a jointed family consisting of Andy’s teenage son Jacob, as well as your two younger children John and Cassidy. Looking to add another member, your family is in need of a bigger house, a forever home. You find just the place, 112 Ocean Avenue in Amityville Long Island. Home Sweet Home

Written for @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho Spooky Scary Stories challenge. Divider by @firefly-graphics

Warnings- A teenager mentions sex, uses drugs. Scene involving a finger getting stuck in a wound.

A/N- I chose Amityville Horror for the challenge because its one of my favorite Spook Stories growing up. When reading you will find a lot of similarities to the 2005 Movie, some of the scenarios and dialogue are specifically from that film. Other parts of it are from the book itself. The family name was changed for my own personal reasons. Happy Haunting! 🎃

Chapter 3 / Masterlist

Weeks past, holidays started and it was just after thanksgiving when things started to settle down from the move. Nothing major happened, you and Andy seemed to be on the right track. Andy was getting busier with his clients. The house on Ocean Avenue now felt like home. The only thing that wasn't changing was Andy always being cold and his cough that you could hear booming from the basement. He was constantly bundled up, shivering, hiding cold hands against your back. “Andy Barber, god damn, go put some gloves on or something. Also it's been well over a month, you need to go see someone about that cough.”

He would groan against your shoulder and move to wrap his hands around his mug of coffee. “This house is always cold. But I will... Mother.” He teased with an arched brow, sipping from his mug. “It's nothing, I just can't get the tickle from my throat. But I will make an appointment today.”

“It's just you.” You respond while going back to your computer, and moving to sit while you go back to your project. “None of us are cold at all. And I am a mother, and I'm worried about it now.”

“I know you are, I admit I never had something like this happen to me.” Andy shook his head as he sipped from his coffee, glancing outside to see it snowing out. “And it is cold, It’s snowing.”

You're quick to get up and cuddle up to him, looking outside. “It's beautiful, maybe we will have a white Christmas. Which… speaking of Christmas. Come look at this.” You tugged Andy around to your laptop and had a local shelter page pulled up. “Look at this dog Andy. The kids have been asking for one since before we even got married. He's older, all trained, and he needs a home. What do you think?” You looked up at him and bit your lips excitedly, Andy leaned over your shoulder, scrolling through the page to read the description they gave.

“Baby, you know we're going to have to take care of it. Walks, feeding, vet visits.” He pointed out and you shrugged.

“That's fine, I always had one growing up so I know what to prepare for. It will be a good chore for John, give him some responsibilities.” you pointed out and Andy straightened.

“You really want him, then you have to agree to one thing.” Andy straightened from behind you and looked down at you, once more letting a chilly hand rest on the back of your neck, but this time in a loving manner, not a teasing play.

You twisted in your seat to arch a brow in question, looking at him.

“You have to go to dinner with me tonight, let Jacob watch the little's.” He smiled and you got up, wrapping your arms around his waist and winked.

“I think that can be arranged Andy.” Leaning up to kiss him, the rest of the afternoon was going to visit the dog named Buster in the shelter and filled out the paperwork to bring him home. Andy of course was won right over as soon as the dog sat before him and wagged the tip of his tail, tongue lolling out. “Okay… I gotta admit you're pretty cute Buster.” Andy chuckled while kneeling in front of the dog, petting him and ruffling his ears. After leaving the shelter with the promise to be in contact soon, you and Andy went to pick up the kids, letting them know your evening plans.

The evening was you trying to get dressed and into some makeup for the first time that felt like forever, Andy was in the closet picking through his suits. Cassidy kept coming in the bathroom to help you with your makeup, which you finally set her on the counter. While you were doing your lipstick, you gave her some chapstick. Then onto your eyes, she tugged on your sleeve. “My eyes to?” she asked, and you grasped her chin, tilting it up and sweeping the brush once on each eyelid. You then took a bit of blush and brushed it along her upper cheeks. Cassidy turned to look in the mirror, her eyes glancing up to the corner once in a while and giggling. “Mommy, Jody says I look pretty.”

Your eyes lifted to where she was looking and you gave a smile to her while moving behind her to brush her hair and give it a braid for the night. “Baby, can you tell me about Jody? Does Jody live here?”

“Yea, Jody has lived here a long time. Jody is happy we're living here now. Said that it was lonely here and wants us to stay forever. Sometimes they look so sad Mommy whenever they think we might leave.”

You nod as you split her braid in sections. Your fingers nimble as you work your lip a bit in thought. “Well we are staying for a long time because this is home baby. What does Jody look like? A pretty little girl like you, or maybe someone more like John or Jacob?”

Cassidy pursed her lips like she was blowing herself a kiss. “No mommy, like forever forever. Never ever leave. We can just play all day. Jody said “You, Andy, Jacob and John can stay too.”

That made you pause a bit, before continuing. “And what does Jody look like Baby? ”

Cassidy shook her head and started. “Jody doesn’t want-” Andy stepped in, straightening his tie with his blue suit, looking at you in your little black dress and sleek high heels, Cassidy in her unicorn pajamas with the little bit of makeup on.

“Well don’t my girls look so nice.” He complimented as you finished tying off Cassidy's braid. She turned quickly to face him, batting her eyelashes with a grin to show off her eyeshadow. “Ahh, very nice Princess.” He lifted Cassidy off the counter and whispered in her ear. “How about you go show Jacob how nice you look?”

“Okay!” she said excitedly and sprinted away while you picked up a diamond stud off the counter and fitted it to your earlobe.

“She’s going to be over the moon you called her Princess.” you chuckled as you twisted the earring and took the other one to put on.

“Well she looked like one.” He smiled and slid a hand down your back and you turned once you were finished, smoothing your hands over his suit with an appreciative sigh. “I always loved you in this one.”

“I hope you love me without it too.” his hands slipped along your hips, looking you up and down. “You look beautiful Y/N. The diamonds fit nicely.” He complimented, and you couldn't help the shy smile on your face.

“Someone very special gave them to me after we were married.” You leaned up to peck a kiss on his lips. “Later I will give you a proper one. I don't want to smudge my makeup yet.”

He glanced at the watch on his wrist. “Plus we're gonna be late with our reservations, we gotta go.” he urged, and you collected your bag and draped a shawl over your shoulders.

Escorting you down the stairs, Andy paused going over the rules with the kids right quick with Jacob. “Dad, I got it. It's a few hours and I have watched them before.” Ushering out the door, Jacob waved goodbye from the porch and waited to see the car pull out the drive and was sure it was not turning back. He pulled out his phone and sent a text message to a friend. Smirking as he pocketed it, he turned to see Cassidy and John staring up at him.

“What do you want rugrats? Food?” He asked with his hands falling to his hips looking at the two of them. They both nodded and he laughed. “Alright let's go see what your mom left for us tonight.” When they went in and opened the fridge, there was a pan of mac and cheese, labeled for the cooking directions. Within a few minutes, Jacob had the kids settle in front of the tv to Disney Plus, their food was cooking, and he got a text ~I’m here.

~Come in through the back so the kids don't know you're here. Jacob sent back. “I'm gonna go get your mac and cheese, be back in a moment.” which they barely acknowledged him and he went to see someone standing at the door. Opening it, he ushered her in. She giggled, wrapping an arm around Jacob and pressed up against him with a playful kiss.

“I can't believe you live here. Which room is yours upstairs?” she wiggled brows and Jacob covered her mouth, looking over his shoulder.

“Sammy, you gotta be quiet. My dad will kill me if he knows I snuck a girl in here.” he dropped his hand and nipped her lips, whispering. “Third door on the left, as soon as I get these two in bed I will be in.”

Samantha nodded and winked. “I know the room, I used to come here to play with the Deffor kids all the time.” Jacob shrugged and motioned for her to be quiet once more. He snuck her through, ushering her upstairs when Cassidy looked over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing at the wall beyond the banister.

“Jody says she shouldn't be here Jacob.”

The teenage boy scoffed and ruffled Cassidy's hair. “There ain't nobody here but us.” Whistling as he went back into the kitchen, Cassidy watched the shadow glide up the stairs, and she shrugged, going back to the movie.

Finally Jacob wrangled them into their beds, checking his phone to see the time. His dad and you should still be out about an hour, maybe two. You typically messaged him a couple times during the night, and always when they were headed home. It would be easy to sneak Samantha back out. Knocking on his door, he went in his room to find her sprawled on his bed, a joint pressed against her lips and taking a deep inhale, giggling while watching the smoke spiral above her head. “I didn't think you were ever gonna quit playing babysitter downstairs.”

Jacob collapsed on the bed next to her, and took the offered joint. “Finally was able to get them to bed. Sorry about the wait.” He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers, and she pushed her fingers through his longer locks, hissing against his lips.

“Mmhh, I cant believe I’m going to have sex in the Amityville Horror House.” she giggled and Jacob pulled away, leaning on his elbow to take another drag of the joint before handing it over to her.

“Amityville Horror House? Is that what it's actually called?” He questioned and Samantha nodded while sitting up and moving cross legged.

“Come on, you don't know about what happened here?” Her jaw dropped and she laughed, Jacob shook his head.

“No idea, come on… Tell me Sammy.” He nudged at her and she dropped some ashes in a nearby soda can.

“Okay, let me tell you all about it.” she handed the joint back over and rubbed her hands gleefully. “So there was a family here called the Deffor's. Mom, dad, older son Ronnie and like a few other kids. Happy picture perfect family right?” Jacob nodded, and she snorted. “So one night Ronnie takes a rifle, bang bang bang. Shoots his parents in their bed. Goes to his brothers room and shoots them both too. His little sister, she runs to hide in the bathroom. He finds her and bangs, shoots her too. Someone finally called the cops, like a while later complaining about gunshots. Police get here, and find Ronnie down in the basement, crying about how they made him do it. Someone named Judy, Jody? I can't remember the name. Arrested him on the spot, threw him in prison for life.”

“Holy shit… that's crazy.” Jacob’s eyes widened and Samantha nodded. “I mean this house is always weird as fuck, but damn.”

“You should google it. Later.” Samantha smirked as she got up. “I'm going to freshen up, and will see you back here in a few minutes.” Winking, she slipped from the room and headed towards the bathroom.

Jacob made himself comfy, lowered the light at his bed stand and pulled out a couple condoms from his nightstand, moving to lay down on the bed to wait.

Samantha gave the bathroom a quick look around before she looked in the mirror, checking her makeup when the lights in the bathroom flickered. Lifting her eyes up to look at the bulbs, she backed up a bit worried. “What the-”

“Hey Sammy, remember me?” a little voice spoke and she twisted around, to see a girl tilting her head with a playful smile. She recognized her, Ruby the sister Ronnie shot that night. Samantha shook her head with a whimper.

“No… no, you're dead Ruby.” she told the little girl.

“I know, Sammy, look what Ronnie did to me! Isn't it pretty!?” She moved her bangs aside and Samantha reared back in horror at the gaping hole in her forehead. Samantha backed up towards the sink, the small of her back hitting against it as the little girl kept coming. She looked towards the door about to bolt when hands curled into claws dug into her face from behind, holding her in place like she was in a vice while the girl reached for her hand, giggling. Samantha broke out screaming while the clawed fingers dug into her cheeks, and Ruby’s hand that was closed around her wrist were cold and clammy, wrenching her finger till she had the one she wanted. “Catch ‘em…” whatever was behind her whispered hoarsely in her ear, a slick feeling like a snakes tongue against Sam’s ear made her try to wrench out of its hold, and the girl started to push her finger into the wound on her forehead. “Kill ‘em, right Jody?”

Samantha screamed again, putting all her strength into rearing back and she happened to slip, bashing her head off the sink and falling into a heap on the ground.

Jacob heard the scream and rushed into the bathroom to find Samantha bleeding on the floor. “Oh shit!” He dropped to his knees to help her, and she scrambled to cling against him, sobbing in terror.

“She was here, she was here.” she cried as Jacob touched the back of her head and came back sticky with blood.

“Shit, Sammy I gotta call the ambulance.” He dug for his phone, shakily dialing 9-1-1 while holding her close.

John and Cassidy who also heard the commotion ran to the bathroom, and Jacob told them to stay back. Cassidy just shook her head slowly. “Jody said she shouldn't be here.” When Samantha heard the name Jody, she started to panic again and Jacob screamed at them to go back to their rooms.

Andy pulled up the driveway to see flashing lights of an ambulance in their driveway, and you gasped. “Oh my god Andy, the kids.” You ripped out of the car and ran towards the house, Andy not far behind to see a teenage girl being wheeled out on a stretcher and they bypassed her into the house to see Jacob talking to an EMT, as well as John and Cassidy sitting on the stairs, hugging there stuffed animals and looking shocked. You let your hand rest on Jacobs back a moment to make sure he was okay, then past him to the two younger children. Andy watched as you checked them, and paused by Jacob.

“What is going on here?” Andy demanded to know, and Jacob turned shakily to Andy.

“I had a friend come over, something happened in our bathroom and she bashed her head against the sink, splitting her head open.” Andy could see how shaken up his son was and pulled Jacob into his arms in a hug, patting his back.

“Okay, good. I'm glad you got emergency services.”

The EMT nodded, looking at Jacob when father and son split apart. “Always call us right away. When we took her out, she said something like “She’s dead.” Do you know what that is about?”

Jacob hesitated and shook his head, Andy shrugged. “Sorry Sir, my wife and I were to dinner, so I'm just hearing about all this.”

The EMT nodded and excused himself. Within a few minutes the rest of the house cleared up, and Jacob watched the ambulance leave. He whipped around and folded his arms. “So what, were you never going to tell me what this place was?”

Andy rubbed at his temple a moment, feeling the beginning of a headache. “Jake not tonight, we will talk in the morning.”

“The Amityville Horror House, Fucking seriously?” Jacob ignored his father while you started to usher the protesting kids up the stairs. “Some guy went through and just shot his whole family!”

“Jake, shut up!” Andy snapped while the two kids peeked around you, and John wailed.

“Someone got shot here! Mommy I don't want to sleep here.” The boy looked up, panicked and you shushed him.

“Come on, upstairs.” You tried to urge him up but now they were all worked up again, and Andy could feel his barely there control snapping, turning towards the three of you on the stairs. “Cut the shit and get upstairs, now!”

You pause and the two children race up the stairs, making Andy grate his teeth at the way they thumped up. Now you're pissed and he could see it on your face.

“Andy Barber, don't you ever talk to them like that again.” You hissed and then turned your back to go up. Andy snapped his attention back to his son.

“And what the fuck were you doing with a girl here up in your room?”

“Doesn't matter Dad, what matters is we are living here. This place is messed up. No wonder why our lives have been going to shit since we moved here! Sammy didn't just fucking hit her head, something scared her shitless. You, you fucking changed, Cass has that weird imaginary friend shes always talking to, plus you cant deny just the weird crap that happens in this house. Am I not the only one who sees all this going on?”

“Jacob, will you listen to yourself? There is nothing wrong with this fucking house. Something bad here happened years ago and it's over. Bad shit happens sometimes.” Andy snapped and Jacob rolled his eyes at his father.

“Whatever Dad, you should have still told me so I could have had the option to move in with mom.”

“You want to move in with your Mom?” Andy paused a moment, his own arms mimicking his sons and crossing his chest.

“Maybe, would have been nice to consider instead of living in this fucking place.” Jacob hissed in anger, moving past his father to start up the stairs.

“Fine.” Andy threw up his hands in defeat. “Move in with her, I'm not stopping you, nor have I ever. But you listen to me Jake, no more bringing fucking girls up to your room. None of this sneaking them the fuck around. This is my house, and I expect you to follow these rules.”

Jacob turned his back on Andy and continued up the stairs, slamming his door. Andy's head was pounding now, and all he wanted was a drink. In particular the bourbon he had in his desk down in the basement. Without waiting to see how you were dealing, he made his way down the stairs. Not even bothering to flip on the lights till he got to his desk and sat down, reaching to turn on the lamp on the desk. Finding his bottle and glass, he started to drink.

You came down later, and started turning off lights around the house, and when you went in the kitchen, you could see a little bit of light coming from the stairs. Making your way down, you knew you would find Andy brooding, which was accurate. Sure enough he sat slouched in his seat, twirling the tumbler slightly while staring at it.

“Hey, everyone is down. Do you wanna come up to bed Andy?” You stop in front of his desk, and it just looks eerie around him. The light on the desk seemed to be so weak compared to the dark shadows behind him, and they seemed to be yawning around him, ready to suck him from you forever.

“No.” he simply said and set his glass down to pour in more. “I have work to do.”

You huffed a bit, scowling. “What? Before we even got home, we were talking about what we were going to do tonight in bed.”

He gave a roll of a shoulder then, glaring at you. “Not in the fucking mood anymore, m’kay Y/N.”

“You were just fine till you came down here Andy.” You took a deep breath and started again. “Come on Baby, we can still salvage the night. Everyone is okay, and maybe next time we will get a babysitter.” you smiled and Andy scowled at you.

“How many god damn times do I have to tell you not to treat me like one of your kids? Baby? That fucking sweet talk is annoying as hell.”

Hearing him, your gut dropped and your anger flared. “Fuck you Andy.” You turned back to go up the stairs, and he chuckled while saying to you’re retreating back.

“Not tonight sweetheart.” Andy said darkly with a sneer to his tone.

“Don’t bother coming to bed.” you snapped back at him while slamming the basement door shut, and leaving the kitchen. “Fucking asshole of a husband.”

Downstairs Andy leaned back, shivering but at this point he was used to it. Shooting back the last of his bourbon, he threw the glass to the side and took the bottle. Behind him red eyes glowered and the audible hiss filled the room. Catch ‘em, Kill ‘em. He glanced at the picture on his desk and rage filled him seeing those faces, his family. He reached over and slammed it down hard, hard enough he heard the glass shatter. Going back to his liquor, a shadow separated, gliding across the floor and up the back of his chair till it settled on his shoulders, steadily feeding that anger and rage till Andy started to think of all the way’s to murder someone.

The shadow started to continue growing solid, whispering into Andy’s ear.

Catch ‘em Kill ‘em

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jawritter · 5 years ago

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One Hell Of A Thank You...

Request: Can I request a Dean Winchester x plus size reader, where the reader is really quirky and dorky and goes on a date but turns out her date is a vampire and kidnapped her and dean saves her and falls in love with her, maybe some angst, fluff, and smut 💕

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warning: Smut, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), Angst, Fluff, hint at insecure reader, hint of body image issues.

Word Count: 1994

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The room was dark and cold, everything felt damp, the faint smell of mildew made your stomach churn a little and an uneasy feeling settle deep inside your chest. Thick, heavy ropes held your arms above your head at your wrist, keeping you in the awkward sitting position that made your muscles strain.

You never thought that you would find yourself here, never in a million years. Derick seemed like a nice guy, boy where you fooled. Hell, he wasn't even human!

You had met Derick online in a hacker chat room, you had been talking for weeks before he convinced you to meet him for dinner tonight at a local restaurant. Everything was going great..... Until it wasn't, and now you were here...

This was just your luck.

You were never popular in high school... Always dorky and quirky... Always a little heavier than the other girls, never fitting in with the popular crowd.

That hadn't changed much as you became an adult.

You were still overweight by everyone else's standards, you were still dorky, you were still quirky, and most people did pay you the time of day, so you knew that no one would come looking for you, and in the very unlikely event you got out of this alive, no one would believe you. No one believes in vampires, hell, you didn't until less than an hour ago...

Would they turn you.....

Drain you.....

You had been alone most of your life, where are you going to die alone now?

Your head was still throbbing where Derick had knocked you out in order to take you to wherever the hell you were now. A part of you just wished that they would just kill you instead of keeping you strung up like some piece of meat... Then it crossed your mind that's probably what you were to them, and you knew there were more than one of them, you could hear the footsteps moving around above you...

You don't know how long you sat there before you finally heard movement above you again and your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest.

Are going to kill you?

The noises got louder and louder, people yelling, more people than you thought there would be. Loud sounds you couldn't make out hitting the floor.

What the hell was going on up there? That didn't sound like anything you had heard since being brought here.

You breathe quicker as you could hear footsteps coming down the stairs in the basement you were tied in.

You wanted to scream, but you were too afraid to. White hot fear rolled down your spine as if someone had cracked a rather large egg on top of your head, and it was working its way down to your toes. A sickening, slick fear. One you had never experienced before...

A thick light pierced through the darkness and landed on you, blinding you from seeing it's wielder, and for a moment they froze... Shining their light on you before they started to make their way closer to you...

"Sammy!!" The deep voice behind the light yelled towards the upstairs part of the house, followed by a rush of quick footsteps as they descended the stairs toward you.

The man made his way over to you, putting the flashlight on the ground, a machete covered in blood in his hand. Your world was spinning... You didn't know how much longer you were going to be able to say conscious.

"Hang on sweetheart, we're going to get you out of here..."

Were the last words you heard before everything faded to black...

The next thing you remember was the warmth of a comforter wrapped around your body, and a bed underneath you, the distinct smell of a cheap hotel hit your nose...

Forcing your eyes open you look around the room at the stains on the walls, and the cheap hotel furniture before eyes landed on the most gorgeous pair of green eyes you had ever seen...

"Morning," his deep voice graveled out from the little couch he was sitting on in the room before making his way over to sit on the bed next to you.

"Feeling better?" he asked you, and you had to swallow really hard to make your voice work.

"Yeah... I guess... Where am I?" you asked him, wondering if you had been saved from the vampires, only to be kidnapped again by some very hot serial killer...

"Motel 6 just outside of town... I assume by now you know those guys were vampires that had you tied in that basement."

You nodded your head and cast your eyes anywhere but at the beautiful green eyed man sitting next to you on the bed. Afraid you'd start crying, and he'd see how big of a dork you were. After all, you had lived through in the past 48 hours, crying just seemed stupid now...

A thick calloused hand wrapped warmly around yours, pulling it closer to him, and running small circles on the back of your hand with his thumb, almost sensing you were uneasy.

"It's okay, those things are dead, they won't be bothering you anymore, but I have to ask, who did you end up with them, sweetheart?"

Now you really were embarrassed, the thought that you were so stupid as to meet that guy for a blind date, he turned out to be worse than a serial killer.

"I... Fuck..."

You covered your face with your hands and you felt his large hand place lightly on your knee. His thumb rubbing across the exposed skin there.

"It's okay, tell me, how does such a pretty girl end up with a bunch of freaks like that?"

His word stopped you dead in your thought process. No one had ever called you pretty before, dork, fat ass, and a lot of other names you rather not remember, but never pretty.

Looking up you meet his soft gaze and you swear your heart stopped beating for a moment.

"I met him in an internet chat room. I work as a hacker... He convinced me to come on a blind date with him. Men aren't usual, you know flocking to me, so anyway I agreed to go. Long story short he knocked me over the head after showing me his teeth, and then I woke up tied up in his basement."

You looked down at your lap, not able to meet the man's gaze.

“That’s their loss, Sweetheart,” Dean said. You couldn’t help the blush that crept in over your checks.

"What's your name?" he asked softly.

"Y/N."

"I'm Dean."

Dean slid over closer to you, checking you for injuries and looking at your head where they'd knocked you out, his fingers lightly grazing over your neck making you shiver, his cologne surrounded you, mixed with a hint of gunpowder and whiskey. It was intoxicating, and you found yourself leaning into his touch without even thinking about it.

"You so beautiful princess. I can see why he wanted to keep you. Hell, I wouldn't mind you staying with me either, but I won't lock you in the basement. '' Dean chuckles trying to lighten the mood. His eyes stayed glued to you as you stared at each other. Moving closer and closer to one another.

Before you knew what was happening his lips brushed against yours, softly, tentatively. Giving you plenty of room to push him away if you wanted to. The thing was you didn't want to. You didn't normally do something like this with random men, but there was something about Dean that just drew you to him. Some invisible pull that you just could shove off, and the moment his lips touched yours again it was like electricity shot through your body, waking you up in ways that you never had been.

His hands made their way around your waist and he slowly laid you down on the bed you were both sitting on. His fingers brushing under your shirt and on the bare skin of your stomach.

"You know we don't have to do this baby girl. I don't want you to think..."

In a rush of panic that this beautiful man would decide against what you had already started together, you cut him off by placing your lips to his. Neither of you seemed to be any good with words, but you knew what you felt, and felt more alive than you ever did as soon his lips touched yours, and damn it you weren't about to stop now.

"I want to, Dean. You’re not making me do anything I don't want to do." Reaching down you grabbed your shirt and lifted it over your head. His eyes raked over your body like a starving man, and for just a moment your insecurities almost got the best of you.

"So fucking gorgeous sweetheart." He growled as he ripped his shirt from his body and threw it to the floor.

Clothes began to fall as you both remove your layers quickly, all you could think about was the need to be with him. Feel his skin on your skin. This hands-on your body.. his lips on yours.

His lips grazed over the skin of your shoulder as his hands explored your body and you arched into him.

"Dean.." You whimpered, and he nodded knowingly. His calloused hands slipping down your body, finding your little bundle of nerves, and running small circles. Pulling a moan from your lips.

His lips began to make their way down your body. Over your stomach and your thick thighs that you hated so much. He worshiped your body like no one had ever. Finding you quickly dampening folds and replacing his fingers with his tongue. You all but screamed as he slipped two thick fingers into your waiting heat, growling as your walls already fluttered around him.

Before you knew what hit you your orgasm nearly knocked you unconscious. His mouth doing things you didn't even know was possible. Sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through you. His name fell from your lips like a prayer as he worked you slowly through it.

As soon as you came down from your high Dean was hovering over you, his mouth finding yours again, giving you a taste of yourself still on his lips.

Dean's eyes met yours against as he lined up his thick length with your center. Pumping himself a few times before he slowly presses himself in, fulling seating himself inside of your warmth with a grunt. Still for a moment before he pulled out all the way and slowly seating himself back. Setting a slow steady pace that was quickly gaining speed.

Every trust he made drove you higher and higher, his mouth barely left yours as worked his body over yours. Before you knew it you could feel the coil tightening once again in your stomach, your nails digging into his shoulders, spurring him on.

"Fuck Dean. I'm..."

"I know baby I'm right there. Let go."

With that, your walls clamped down around him, and your release washed over you as he spilled himself deep inside of you. Working you both slowly through it until you had come down completely before collapsing on top of you. Catching himself on his elbows to keep from crushing you under his weight. Even though you wouldn't have minded it. There was something so safe and secure about being there underneath him, his body caging your own.

Finally, a chuckle left his lips as he pulled out of you slowly. Settling down on his side and pulling you into his chest.

"All I did was kill some vamps and drag you out of a basement. That was one hell of a thank you, sweetheart." He teased you, and you playfully jabbed him in his ribs, electing the most contagious laugh you had ever heard, one that you could totally get used to hearing every day.

"You know you're stuck with me now right Dean. You're never getting rid of me."

Dean sat quietly for a moment before bringing his lips to yours. "I don't want to get rid of you, your mine now princess.."

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saventhhaven · 5 years ago

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Going Under

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Tags: hurt!reader, near-death experience, worried!Sam, protective!Sam, drowning, hypothermia

Word Count: 2,030

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"Eugh." You crinkled your nose in disgust as the vampire's head fell to the ground with a plop. Its blood stained the pure white snow a sickening red as it rolled away from you. Well, at least that was the last of the nest. It would be a lie if you said you hadn't been worried about this hunt. You had been. It wasn't that you thought that you and the Winchesters couldn't handle it - the opposite, actually. Between the three of you, you were a force of nature. Together, you had saved the world several times before. But that didn't make regular "milk run" hunts, as Dean would call them, any less dangerous. Especially with weather conditions like these. The snow was coming down so heavily, you could barely see ten feet in front of you, which was a problem. Still, the monsters never rest, and that meant you couldn't either. You had managed to take out four of them without so much as a scratch. Now you just had to hope that the boys had gotten just as lucky.

You unclipped the walkie talkie from the waist of your jeans, and raised the device to your mouth, pressing your finger down on the button.

"This is Amidala, I just finished up my last vamp. Skywalker and Solo, do you copy?"

"Skywalker, reading you loud and clear," Sam came in after a brief pause. He sounded out of breath, which meant he had to have finished mere seconds after you.

"Star Wars, Y/N?" Dean's voice came through with a crackle of static. "Really?" You grinned as you flicked the remaining blood droplets from your blade into the snow. "Listen, the radios were a great idea. I like 'em. I do. But next time, I’m picking the code names." Before you could get out a snarky remark, Sam chimed in.

"Dude, you're one to talk," he pointed out. "'Agents Ford and Hamill from the U.S. Wildlife Service?' Come on." For a moment, only silence ensued, and you chuckled softly. You could practically see Dean grinding his teeth together from wherever he was.

"For the love of God," you complained into the receiver. "Would you two quit bitching so we can get home already? It's fuckin' cold!"

"Come on, princess," Dean teased, "can't you handle a few vamps? I know you're a little rusty, but still." You grumbled to yourself, flaring your nostrils involuntarily. If there was anyone who knew how to push your buttons, it was Dean fucking Winchester.

"Vampires? No problem. Rusty? Hell no," you replied. "It's all this damn snow I don't like."

"Yeah, I'm with Y/N on this one," Sam put in. "I can barely see my own feet." You grinned. Cue the relentless teasing from Dean.

"Sammy, you'd be with Y/N if she told you that she thought sticking your hand into an open flame was a good idea." And there it was. Dean wasn't wrong, really. It was no secret that there was definitely something going on between you and the younger Winchester. The problem was, neither of you knew what that "something" was. Putting your heads together to figure it out probably wasn't the worst idea in the world. A beep came from your radio as Dean continued. "I just wish you two would get on with it already, so-" Your eyes widened, and you jammed your finger down on the button, effectively interrupting his signal. After a few seconds, you released your grip.

"You done?" You asked, clearing your throat awkwardly.

"Yeah, I'm done," Dean answered, sounding more than a little amused. Damn him.

"Good," you said shortly. "Then let's get the hell out of here before one of you gets hypothermia."

"Y/N, with how much you made us layer up, I don't think that's possible," Sam retorted. Again, you rolled your eyes. Before the three of you left the bunker earlier, the boys had been complaining about how many extra layers of clothing you made them put on. You weren't sure if it was a masculinity thing, but you didn't care. Even Winchesters could freeze.

"So I care about both of you. Sue me. But you never know," you cautioned. "If all this snow is covering a pond or something, and you don't see it, all it takes is one wrong step to-" With a loud crack, the hidden ice under your boot gave way, and you were plunged into the dark, frigid waters, the radio sinking down into the depths. The water seeped through your thick layers in seconds, and icy knives stabbed into your skin, bringing flashes of pain all over your body. As cold shock set in, you had to force yourself not to gasp in a lungful of water. You had to get your head above the surface and get out.

Years ago, you read an article about a girl in Minnesota who had drowned in a frozen lake. At the bottom of the page, there had been instructions on what to do if you ever found yourself in a similar situation. Focus your energy on getting out immediately. Staying in the water can shorten your survival time by 50%. You kicked your legs furiously, muscles screaming in protest. You were on your own. Even if you hadn't dropped the walkie talkie, the device wasn't water-proof. When your head breached the surface, you took in a huge gasp of air, spluttering as you reached blindly for something to latch onto. Mercifully, your hand brushed against something solid, and you held on for dear life, attempting to pull yourself up with your elbows. Through the pounding of your heart beating in your ears, you heard your name carried over the wind.

"Y/N!" Dean. Thank God.

"Dean!" you screamed as loud as your wheezing lungs would allow.

"Sammy, she's over here!" you heard him bellow. The snow was coming down harder now, getting into your eyes, and making it increasingly difficult to see. "Y/N!"

"Dean!" you called out again. What kind of fucked up Marco-Polo game was this? With the upper half of your body out of the water, you had bought yourself a little more time. Now, you just needed to pull yourself out. Using the adrenaline to your advantage, you worked up a few more forceful kicks, trying to bring yourself to a horizontal position. As you prepared to hoist yourself up, the piece of ice that had been your refuge broke, and you were plunged into the water once again. Panic rose up in the back of your throat as your legs failed to cooperate. Swim failure. A whole lot of help that article was now. Here you were, mere feet from safety, and you couldn't save yourself. Then, a hand broke through the surface of the water, well within your grasp. You reached up, taking the hand desperately, and the warm fingers closed around your own, pulling you up. The first time you went under, you hadn't gotten any water in your lungs. The second time, you hadn't been so lucky. You coughed violently as your body purged itself. When you were finished, you were left with a pair of aching lungs, a spinning head, and a shivering body.

"We need to get her to the car now," Dean said, his voice more serious than you had ever heard him. Your rescuer lifted you into his arms, and you looked up to meet Sam's concerned eyes.

"You're okay," he reassured as he tightened his grip on you. "We're gonna get you warmed up."

The journey back to the Impala was a quick one, thankfully, and the first thing Dean did was blast the heat. As he tore down the road, Sam sat in the back of the car with you, helping your frozen limbs out of the wet clothes.

"We've gotta get these off of you," he stated as he unzipped your thick coat. You nodded, teeth chattering as you tried your best to undress. It seemed counterintuitive, but you knew that staying in these clothes would stop your body from getting warm again.

"I-I'm still sh-shivering," you pointed out. "That's a g-good sign." Sam nodded, forcing a smile as he tried to hide the worried expression on his face.

"You're doin' great, sweetheart," Dean said from the driver's seat as he pressed his foot down harder on the gas. Sam unzipped your hoodie while you kicked off your boots and wet socks.

"I t-tried to get m-myself out," you explained with great difficulty.

"I know. I know." Sam's hands hovered over the button of your jeans, eyes asking you for permission. You nodded quickly, smiling to yourself. Even in a situation like this, he was ever the gentleman. As he fumbled with the pants, you stripped yourself of the still-dripping hoodie, revealing a long-sleeved shirt underneath.

"Jeez, Y/N, how many layers are you wearing?" Dean asked.

"I w-wanted to s-stay warm." You shook your head. "D-didn't work." The older Winchester snorted.

"I'll say. Sammy, I threw some blankets back there before we headed out."

"Yeah, I see them." He reached for the bundle of fabric as you pulled off the wet shirt, leaving you only in your bra and panties. "Dean, don't look back here, okay?" Sam said.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Sam bobbed his head toward your bra, making an effort not to look.

"Y/N, we have to-" You nodded.

"I know. F-fingers won't work," you stated. "Help me?"

"Yeah, Y/N, of course." Giving another small nod, you turned so Sam could access the clasps of your bra. When the tension in the piece of clothing released, he wrapped a blanket around your shivering body, careful not to reveal anything. You reached down and kicked off your panties, now completely naked. Without any hesitation, Sa took off his shirt and raised his eyebrows questioningly. Again, you nodded your permission. Mindful of the fact that Dean was still in the front seat, you opened your blanket shawl, allowing Sam in, who immediately took you into his warm arms. You shivered against him as warmth began to flood through your frozen skin.

"How's she doin'?" Dean asked, keeping his eyes on the road. "Still a Y/N popsicle?" You laughed, relieved that some of the tension from the situation had finally diffused.

"I th-think I'll l-live."

"Thankfully," Sam put in.

A little while later, your skin was still cold to the touch, but the shivering had lessened to a minimum, and your heart rate and breathing were back to normal.

"You know," you started, "this is not how I pictured you seeing me naked for the first time." Sam's eyebrows shot up into his hairline, and Dean cleared his throat from the front seat.

"All right," he said awkwardly, "we're almost back."

"You mean, you've..." Sam swallowed thickly. "You've pictured me seeing you... naked?" You grinned up at him slyly.

"Okay," Dean cut in again, "still, uh, still here, you two." You chuckled.

"Dean, weren't you the one complaining that you wanted us to 'get on with it already?'"

"Okay, seriously, we're almost there, so can't you wait just, like, five minutes? You don't have to..." Dean trailed off, waving his hand through the air vaguely. You caught Sam's eye, who looked just as amused as you did. As he looked at you, the amusement faded from his eyes, replaced with seriousness.

"I thought we lost you today," he said. "I... I thought I lost you." You squeezed him gently in response.

"You didn't," you replied. "Thanks to you." You cast your glance at Dean. "Thanks to both of you."

"Don't worry about it, Y/N," Dean dismissed. "We're just glad you're okay." The car sunk into a melancholy silence as the seriousness of today's events washed over you. You could have died today. Hell, you almost did die. It was a scary thing to think about. If Sam hadn't pulled you out... You forced yourself from your thoughts. You didn't want to think about the if. Glancing at Dean in the rearview mirror, you grinned wickedly.

"So, about the whole naked thing," you started.

"Three minutes!" Dean yelled loudly. "Just... shut up for three more minutes!"

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cmncisspnandmore · 5 years ago

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Baby mine

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Cute dad Dean, mentions of a miscarriage, fluff, angst, nicknames given by Dean ( everyone knows those can stop any woman’s heart)

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“Mommy! Today we got to share with the class what jobs our parents have!” Your four year old sandy blonde hair, green eyed daughter shouted as she ran from the open school doors.

“Oh yeah? What are some of the favorite jobs your friends parents do?” You ask leaning down to be eye level with her, her candy apple green eyes meeting yours.

“Well, Sadie’s dad is a doctor, and Kyle's dad helps animals! But I like what You, Daddy, and Uncle Sammy do.” She smiles, her rosy cheeks dimpling.

“And what did you tell your friends we do?” You can't help the panic that slithers down your spine, she knew about hunting, she knew you and Dean went off to save people.

“I told them that my mommy and Daddy were like superheroes! They saved people!”

You release the breath that you had been holding, reaching forward you scoop her up into your arms, brushing her hair behind her ear, the silver anti possession earrings you got made for her glinting in the sunlight.

“Is daddy home yet?” She looks at you, her small hands tracing the enochian word on your collar bone, visible by your tank top and open red and black flannel, stolen from dean of course.

“Hmm, I don’t know baby, i haven’t heard from him today.” You kiss her small cheek, pulling her backpack off her small shoulders and swinging it up onto yours as you start the walk to your black suv.

Dean had insisted you get an SUV, because it had enough room for the entire family and it was more reliable than your white 1968 pontiac firebird. Your beloved car still got attention, mainly when you and dean would take your daughter out on joy rides.

As you buckle your daughter into her car seat, you phone buzzed in your back pocket.

You close the door and pull your phone out, reading the text as you walk to the drivers side.

-Ready when you are-

You smile at the text and type a quick reply as you get in and start the drive home.

Your daughters soft snores filled the car, as you pulled into the garage of the bunker, Baby parked in her rightful spot between your fire bird and the SUV.

You turn off the engine, and slide out of the driver's seat, your black heeled boots hitting the concrete, as the garage door opens.

You close the door and walk around the car, greeted by Sam who is walking towards you.

“Sammy!” You launch yourself into his arms, the boys had been gone for almost a month. You missed their presence, the bunker was big and lonely without them. Sure you had y/d/n, to keep you company, but when she was at school and you ran out of material to go through, your thoughts got the best of you.

“Hey, it’s good too see you.” Sam smiles down at you and places a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“Are guys okay?” You grasp his face in your hands turning it from side to side trying to find one piece of his ridiculously long hair out of place.

“Yeah, we’re okay, Dean will be out in a moment, he wanted to shower real quick.” Sam gently tugs your hands from his face and they fall to your side.

You nod, and walk back over to the side of the car and gently pull open the car door, revealing your daughter peacefully sleeping in her car seat.

Sam comes over beside you and grab her backpack and walks towards the garage door that leads back into the bunker.

“There my two beautiful girls are,” a deep voice makes your chest squeeze.

“De…” you spin around and there he is, in all his glory. Bowlegs and green eyes. You can’t help the wave of emotion that takes over, and you put your head in your hands, you shoulders shaking.

“Oh baby, no. Sweetheart,” Deans flannel clad chest is against you, and he’s pulling you into him. His hands rubbing up and down your back, as he kisses your hair and forehead.

Taking a shuddering breath you look up, “I missed you so much.” Your voice breaks slightly, as Deans thumbs sweep across your cheek, catching your tears.

“I missed you too sweetheart. But I’m home now, let me go put her to bed” he gestures to your daughter behind you, “and then we can talk.” He lifts your chin, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Okay”

Dean moves you slightly to the side, and reaches forward, unclipping the car seat buckled and gently pulls your daughter into his arms.

She instinctively wraps her arms and her legs around Dean, reaminging asleep.

You follow behind as Dean makes his way to your daughters room, as he’s about to place her in her princess bed, her little eyes flutter open.

“Daddy?” Her small voice makes Deans heart clench.

“Hi baby,” he kneels next to her bed, and her small hands come up and hold his face in her hands.

“I missed you Daddy, so did mommy.” She blinks a few times, as Dean turns his head and kisses her small palm.

You walk down the hall, heading to the library and taking a seat on one of the loveseats. Letting them have their moment.

Back in your daughters room, Dean is listening to your daughter tell him about her class today.

“And Daddy,” She looks at him through half lidded eyes, “ Mommy has been crying,” She whispers.

“What do you mean Baby?” He leans forwards brow furrowing.

“I’m not supposed to know, but I sneaked out of my room for a cookie, and she was sitting on the floor in your room cryin’, she kept saying that is was her fault.” Your daughters green eyes are almost closed by now, and Dean leans forward and kisses her head.

“It’s okay baby, I’ll make sure mommy is okay, you take your nap.” He smiles and brushes his fingers through her blonde hair.

“Can we make mommy something special later?” She turns over in her bed snuggling into her blankets.

“Of course” He smiles and gently pushes some of her hair behind her ear, the tips of his fingers gently brushing the silver earrings.

Dean leaves the room, and walks to the library, where you are curled up on the loveseat, you knees tucked into your chest, you lift your head when you hear Dean enter.

“Hi Sweetheart,” Dean gently sits next to you, and pulls you into his side, your cheek resting on his chest.

“Hi,” you wrap your arm around his waist, feeling the broad expanse of muscle underneath his shirt.

“So a little bird told me you’ve been having a hard time.”

“I..I.. Dean..” your voice wavers.

“It’s okay, take your time.” He mutters into your hair.

“I should just show you,” you sit up and walk over to the lore book on the shelf, you pull it down and open the cover, pulling a small picture out of it.

The wheels in Deans head are turning now, and he watches as you sit on the couch, one leg under you as you clutch the picture to your chest.

“What’s that?” He asks gently, his hands slightly reaching for it.

With a deep breath and tears eyes you hand it over to him, and he turns it over in his hands. Staring back at him is an ultrasound, a small bundle of cells in a dark shape.

“We’re having another baby?” He looks up at you as your chest heaves, and you shake your head.

“But this… this is clearly a baby…” he glanced back down at the picture and then back to you.

“What…” Dean trails off, taking a few more glances between you and the ultrasound. Then it clicks.

“The baby, we lost the baby.” He looks down sadly, and you clamp your hand over your mouth, trying not to make a sound.

“Oh sweetheart, you’ve been dealing with this yourself?” His heart breaks for you, He was gone a month, and the date on the ultrasound is a few days after they left for the case.

“Why didn’t you call? I would’ve come home,” he reaches forward and gathers you into his arms, the picture crushed between your bodies.

“Because you needed to do what you do, you needed to save people.” You sniffle, wiping your eyes.

“I think you forget sometimes, that you’re also a person. You’re not just a mom, and a hunter, you’re a real person too. And sometimes I don’t need to leave to save people. Because sometimes the people who need saving are right in front of me.” Dean pushes his hand through your hair.

“Hey, I know you’re upset about this, but it wasn’t your fault. The world just wasn’t ready for another kickass Winchester in this world right now. Besides, when you’re ready, we can always try again.” Dean does his best to put on a brave face for you, but you can see the pain in his eyes.

“Okay…”

“Mommy? Are you and Daddy okay?” Your daughter's voice catches your attention, and there she is in all her bedhead glory.

“Yeah baby, we’re okay.” You reply as you open your arms and she runs to you and Dean wedding herself between you two.

“Mommy, Daddy, I’ll always be your baby.” She wraps her arm around both of your necks, and kisses each of your cheeks.

“And you’ll always be mine, no matter what” Dean replies, and kisses her cheek.

“Sorry about the new baby,” she whispers, and Deans heart breaks.

“Oh Baby, it’s okay, you don’t have to say sorry you didn’t do anything wrong. It just wasn’t meant to happen yet.” Dean pulls you both in a little tighter.

“Can we go eat ice cream? And pie? That makes me feel better, maybe it will make you and mommy feel better.” She looks between you and Dean.

“Of course Baby.” Dean smiles, and you all slowly make your way to the kitchen, where you eat ice cream and pie until you’re sure you’re going to explode.

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tumbler-tidbits · 5 years ago

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Bunker Bunch Ch.10- Birth-Day

Characters: Dean x Reader, mentions of Sam x Eileen, Shaggy, Crash, Bobby, Cas, and Jack

Word Count: 570

Warnings:none really, brief mention of labor and delivery (nothing graphic), language obviously

Summary: The day has finally arrived.

A/N: This chapter was hard to write! I just couldn’t get it written. I actually have 4 fics already completed that come AFTER this one lol. Anyway hope you enjoy! This story is Deans POV.

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It was 3 am on July 31st when it happened. When she initially roused me from sleep I didn’t completely comprehend what was happening until she uttered the words “Dean my water broke”.

I was up, dressed, and in the car before she could blink. Unfortunately I forgot my pregnant, currently-in-labor wife in our bedroom.

Taking a deep breath and mumbling a soft “sonofabitch” I made my way back into the bunker, where my wife waited patiently while trying to hide the smirk on her face.

“I’m sorry baby, I panicked” I said embracing her in a hug.

“I know, it’s ok honey” she replied. She firmly gripped my shoulders and looked me in the eyes before she continued,

“ Take a deep breath… now calmly go wake Sammy and Eileen and let them know what’s going on”

I nodded my head in acknowledgement and run walked to Sam and Eileen’s room.

Once we arrived at the hospital things were a whirlwind of paperwork, nurses, monitors and machines- it was chaos! When we were finally settled in a room, the doctor came in and was able to answer our questions.

Y/N wasn’t supposed to be due for another four weeks, so going into labor now the twins would be early. The doctor assured us that the babies were developed and it was common for multiples to come earlier than expected. She predicted things would go smoothly.

And they did. Thankfully, for once in my life things went as planned. Y/N labored for fifteen and a half hours before our first baby came into the world screaming - a little girl. It was the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard, even though my heart rate picked up a bit. A baby girl. I had a daughter.

Thirteen long minutes of pushing later and baby B was born, also screaming. When the doctor said “it’s a boy” I thought my heart would burst. A son. A son AND a daughter. MY son and daughter.

Tears sprang to my eyes as I looked at my beautiful, exhausted wife and the tears of joy streaming down her rosy cheeks. I kissed the tears away and whispered calming reassurances until the nurses brought our bundled babies over to us.

They were beautiful, so precious and tiny, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. I thought I knew love, but I was wrong. I’d never felt a love like this.

After getting some much needed rest, we introduced the twins to the family. My nephews were enraptured, Eileen and Sammy too. Bobby, Cas & Jack had to wait until we made it back home, but we all got to FaceTime at least.

We get to go home in one more day, after the twins pass their car seat test and Y/N isn’t so exhausted and weak. Then we’re on our own essentially, to raise two new little people. I’m both excited and terrified.

Well kids, welcome to the Bunker Bunch!

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authoressskr · 5 years ago

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Amok

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Gabriel, Castiel, Jack Kline, Gadreel, Samandriel, Balthazar, Rowena, Jody Mills, Donna, Valkyrie, and Chuck as God :: Warnings: Language and not much else... :: Word Count: 4295

This was written for @sdavid09 Tale Teller’s 2019 Halloween Challenge!!

Prompt: My chosen movie was Hocus Pocus! Let’s play spot all the references!

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You woke up on a damp, cold floor with your head throbbing.

A quick look around the dark room confirmed your suspicions of not knowing where you were.

Nothing looked familiar, but then nothing came to mind on what normal was supposed to be exactly.

“Ahh. She has awakened, I see,” A higher-pitched male voice comes from your left, stepping into the dim moonlight shining in through a dirty and cracked window.

“Who are you?” You ask, voice not shaking in the slightest, something in your mind reassuring you that you were never alone for long and that help would come.

“Don’t you remember? You came in and took out my whole nest...three weeks ago such a long time ago to you, little Winchester?”

“Winchester?” You repeat, furrowing your brow as that name sparks something in your head, something that makes the throbbing worse.

“That witch did a number on you didn’t she? She should have for what I paid her, after all. But to see it actually work - to have a Winchester at my mercy...it’s quite the power high,” He smiles down at you, revealing an emerging second set of teeth that had your eyes widening as you moved back towards the wall.

Something in your memory was shouting ‘HEAD’ on repeat as if that meant anything to you.

The monster creeps closer, chuckling before he gets within arms reach. That’s when you toss the chain you’d found shackled to your left wrist around his throat in a loop and jump on his back as you tighten the chain. Instinct is driving your actions and with your head throbbing, you don’t question it. At this point, it’s either him or you.

Only when his head is severed from his body does your brain reassure you it’s okay. You manage to clumsily pick the lock and stumble your way out of the little shack and into the misty moonlight, chain wrapped loosely in your hand should anything else with extra teeth and murder in its heart come for you.

“Winchester,” You repeat to the darkness, taking solace in the name to which you now claimed ownership.

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“She’s been gone for nearly two whole days, Sam! And no one’s seen her! Gabe just found her car...Jack found her cell behind the gas station!”

“I just spoke to the deputy she spoke with that afternoon. He said they had a drink at lunch while she wrapped up her case. Said she left early - got a call from someone named Jody. I just called Jody and she said that she did call, that she was supposed to come to see her and the girls in a day or two with us and Cas. I told her she was gone. She put out a BOLO in case her car broke down or something. But I’ll have to call her back and let her know she’ll have to cancel that since we have her car. I thought the angels could track her down?”

“They think whoever took her, took her jewelry. Which is what they’d added micro amounts of their grace to.”

“All her jewelry?”

“That’s what they’re saying...what was that Jack?”

“What’d he say?”

“Jack said they found her jewelry. Along with vamp blood and blue powder.”

“A witch and a vampire working together?”

“That’s the look of it right now, Sam.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah,” Dean gives a heavy sigh. “Look, just call Jody, tell her to amend the BOLO. I’m headed over to where the angels are right now.”

“Okay, Dean. Just-just let me know alright?”

“I will, Sammy. We’ll find her.”

“I know, Dean,” Dean gives a short nod even though Sam can’t see, worry clawing at his belly for his baby sister.

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You’re dragging the piece of chain loosely in your hand as you stumble into the run-down cemetery in the dawning light, passing a worn and headless statue tombstone of a Mr. William Butcherson.

A dry chuckle escapes your throat as you think of what you’d done and the weather-decimated stone...a thought passes through your blank-memoried mind. PRAY.

Huh. It seems like an odd thing to be religious when you’d just murdered a monster. Although he kidnapped you, so you suppose that helped tipped the scales in your favor. If anyone was keeping score, that is.

Taking a deep breath, you begin - stumbling over the words in your head a little before a loud and oddly familiar rumbling sound yanks you back to your circumstances as you press yourself closer to the stone and ground simultaneously.

Unsure of whom to trust just yet, you slip behind a taller tombstone cluster to your left to watch as a tall man with short brown hair and another man, nearly the same height with black hair and a trenchcoat exit from the long, sleek black Chevy Impala.

Wait - how did you know it was an Impala? Maybe you were related to gear heads? Maybe you were one?

“Y/N!!” The lighter colored hair man shouts in a deep voice, closing the car door firmly behind him. “You’re sure this is where you heard the prayer?”

You gasp as pain stabs your head, remembering this man shout your name in a dark cemetery, in a well-lit warehouse, and in a hotel hallway...of him covering your body with his protectively...but no name comes to your mind. But at least you know he’s safe. You know him - and you love him, you’re sure of it with the warmth spreading through your chest.

You ease carefully out from behind the tombstone, none too gracefully due to the painful throbbing in your head, raising the hand with the chain in acknowledgment as you come into his line of sight.

“Y/N!!” His voice is relieved this time when he shouts it, the tall man’s legs eating up the ground as he comes closer, wrapping you in his strong arms and squeezing tight. “I’m glad we found you, kid.” He pulls back, bright green eyes scanning over your face. “Y/N?”

“I don’t know if I’m alright,” Tears come unbidden to your eyes, making him frown. “I don’t know what my name is. I don’t know your name! My head hurts. I know I know you. I saw like, um, flashbacks or something in my head when I saw you get out of the car. I knew it was an Impala. I don’t know how I knew that...and I decapitated some guy with extra teeth with this chain. I don’t know how I knew to do that. I-I-I don’t-can’t remember anything!” You shove your face into his chest and sob, hearing an odd fluttering all around you before you feel a large hand on your shoulder.

“Shh. You’ll be okay, princess. Your big brothers got you,” The man confirms with conviction before he lays his cheek against the top of your head, your hand going lax and the chain slipping from your fingertips as you cling tightly to his shirt.

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Sam looks at his sister, curled up on the motel bed with no memory of who she is or who they are.

They’ve figured out it’s more than likely a witch and that she has the ability to remember, it’s just terribly painful and causes her nose to bleed quite a bit.

This wasn’t like Dean descending into nothingness or his stint in soullessness, this was different. Very different.

They’d taken everything from her.

She ran on instinct - luckily for them, it’s Winchester instinct - but she had nothing to go on.

No family memories, no favorite color, no nothing.

The angels were all hovering which wasn’t helping matters since she couldn’t recall any of them, plus she was tired, cold and was unsure of her surroundings. She remembered Dean through flashbacks but she just knew she could trust him, not that he was her big brother.

Gabriel and Balthazar seemed to be the ones distancing themselves the most, carefully watching over everything and volunteering first to go on the witch hunt. Jack had happily watched Scooby-Doo and then Hocus Pocus with her while they ate, sitting cross-legged on the floor with mouthfuls of Chinese food as she asked him questions. She hummed along with Bette Midler when she sang “I Put A Spell on You”, no one commenting on how she knew that.

To Dean it almost reminded him of when they were younger, her and Sam sitting on the floor in front of a tv while he helped research.

Jack seems to enjoy helping her, using the same tender care she had shown to him when explaining things or showing her things. She wants a shower after the movie ends, quietly asking what bag is hers before taking a pair of leggings and a black tank top in with her. She emerges a handful of minutes later, further worrying Sam and Dean. Dad used to make you shower last since you liked to take so long - whether advertently or inadvertently. A shaky yawn escapes from her lips before they watch from the corner of their eyes as she bundles up in Dean’s flannel he’d tossed on one of the beds before curling up on that bed with the blanket from the Impala she had refused to part with, wound around her.

The angels don’t come back until she’s sound asleep.

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When you wake up, there are a lot of men in the room. Whispering.

You’d learned their names yesterday evening but they were difficult ones, so you’d repeated them in your head until they stuck with the right face.

Balthazar is the average height one with short blonde hair and sharp blue eyes. He gives you smirks that don’t seem to have any humor behind them.

Gadreel is nearly as tall as Sam, with short-cropped dark hair and these soft green eyes that seem to hold a lot of pain. He’s broad-shouldered and very helpful, with a jawline that could probably cut glass.

Samandriel’s name is the easiest to remember since Dean had told you that Sam was your brother too. Short Sam and Big Sam. Samandriel was as young-looking as Jack but with very ancient eyes.

Gabriel has eyes of molten honey and he puts on a good face, but you seem to see through it for some reason. And although his mouth smiles, it doesn’t reach those golden orbs. He seems the most troubled of all of them, not a natural leader but they all seem to sort of follow his lead to an extent.

Castiel is the one in the trenchcoat from earlier, with the bluest sapphire eyes you’ve ever beheld. You get the notion he wants to do what’s right...all the time. And that hasn’t always panned out for him.

Your brother Sam is the tallest person in probably any room he’s ever entered, his hazel eyes are kind but burdened. He’s a bookish smart with a serious side of muscle. He’s more likely to try to think his way out of a situation than fight, which sounds reasonable to you if not for the nagging suspicion that Dean is just as intelligent as Sam, he just relies more on his muscle and weapons. Sam sees the world in certain shades of gray, Dean in black, white with a light gray and dark gray section and you think that you see the entire world in a myriad of grays, blacks, and whites.

You aren’t sure why you feel you should keep that information to yourself. Like you aren’t supposed to say that out loud that not all monsters are bad and not all humans are good. You also keep thinking about two figures swirling in a dark mist from your dreams, one man and one woman. The word demon seems to echo through the mist of your mind, furthering the thoughts that roll around in your head as they discuss what needs to be done to find the witch, basically ignoring you.

Which is better right now than being treated like a baby.

You were capable. You’d killed a monster all by yourself! Multiple ones if that vampire wasn’t lying.

“Hungry?” Gadreel asks softly, eyes like soft green grass on the moors.

“No. Thank you though.” He gives a little nod before wandering a few steps away, watching as you sit up and look around. Panic sets in. “Where’s Dean?” Another scan of the room. “Where’s Sam?” Tightness clutches at your throat before a wave of guilt washes over you at the looks on all of their faces.

“They’ll be right back. Sam went to get some ingredients and Dean is outside rooting around in the Impala. Just outside,” Jack soothes with a soft smile, Castiel nodding behind him before the door opens to reveal both of your brothers. You nearly cry with relief seeing those large shoulders come through the door.

You tilt your head as a short red-headed woman comes into the room after them, forehead furrowed at this new arrival.

“Oh, the wee Winchester didnae remember a thing, does she?”

“A flower or tree.”

“What?” Sam asks, closing the door firmly behind the woman.

“Your name. A flower or a tree. And a smell of sulfur.” You wrinkle up your nose as pain ripples through your head once more before you wince.

“Ah. Yes, I know that spell. And the witch proficient in it. Sabella, she’s a bitch for hire.”

“Can you reverse it?”

“Of course. But it’ll be difficult on the lass Winchester. All her memories returning in the form of a massive, throbbing, nauseating mass. I’ll have to do it in two parts so as not to send her into shock.” She raises a red eyebrow at you, easing forward. “Would you like to remember?”

“Of course.”

“So you consent to the pain?”

“Princess, life is pain. And if anyone tells you differently, they’re selling something.”

“Amusing. She didn’t use an ingredient correctly if you can remember certain things. It should be a total blank.” She graces you with a bright smile. “Lucky for you.”

“My angels don’t like you smiling at me like that.”

“Your angels, deary?” You turn to look at Gabriel, who gives you a firm nod.

“Yes. Mine.”

“Well, certainly couldn’t remove all the Winchester in ya, could she?”

“Winchesters never say die.”

“That’s the Goonies,” Dean murmurs from behind you. “What do you need, Rowena?”

“I’ll make you a list, Dean dear. Her angels can help. Some ingredients would be harder for you and Samuel to obtain in broad daylight.”

“Don’t bet on it,” Dean snaps, wandering over to the little kitchenette table and checking over his gun before tucking into the back of his pants.

“Dead man’s toes,” Rowena says very seriously which makes your laughter all the more unexpected apparently.

“Dead man’s toes! Dead man’s toes! Dead! Dead!” You quote with a bright, giddy smile. “Do you also need a virgin to light a black flame candle?”

“Okay, no more Hocus Pocus for you,” Sam chuckles out as you frown.

“No one died and made you the boss of me, sir.”

“You know, with all that sass intact, it is hard to believe that she lost all her memories…” Balthazar comments with a wide grin, winking at you when you turn towards him.

“She’ll be more than likely in a nice hotel bar,” Rowena interrupts, flicking open one of the books on the table with a red-tipped fingernail. “And she knows the Winchesters, so it’ll need to be one of the others who moves in.”

You grab your head, remembering sitting in a bar with the tightest dress you owned and slinky red heels, your fingers dancing along the collar of the man from your dream - the one with the short hair, beard and the pretty brown eyes - both of you making small talk as Dean sits at the bar with Castiel.

“What’d you remember?” Sam asks gently, leading you to the end of the bed while Samandriel hands you a wet washcloth for your nose.

“Thank you,” You manage shakily. “A man. All in black with a nice silk tie with red decorations. He had short hair and brown eyes and a beard. I know him. I dreamed about him in a mist. My head said demon but he was helping me...helping us. I like him. What’s his name?”

“Crowley,” Castiel supplies for you.

“Crowley,” You try the name out. “But there’s another. Something else. I was talking to him in a bar, wearing a tight dress and red heels and I called him something else…”

“Fergus,” Rowena answers as she stares at you, something dancing through her eyes at his name.

“That’s it! I called him that. He scowled at me and then smiled when he took a drink of his scotch,” You swallow hard. “It sounded nice - not like I was being mean,” Tears begin slipping down your face. “Why am I crying?”

“He’s gone. He sacrificed himself to keep Lucifer in the alternate universe.” You stare blankly at him, washcloth pressed firmly to your nose still.

“That ice-cold bastard better still be there, suffering. I liked Crowley.”

“How do you know he’s cold, wee Winchester?”

“I saw him when I saw Sam falling and then in like, um, a library or something being a smartass to Sam. And in a big room with Gabriel. That was the first time Gabriel kissed me.”

“It was, sugar lump,” Gabriel affirms from his spot leaning against the little kitchen counter, a soft smile finally shining in his eyes to match the one on his handsome face. You manage a smile back around the washcloth, sighing as the pain ebbs a little away.

“This town only has two nice hotel bars. Balthazar and Cas will go to one and Sam’ll be in the parking lot as a backup. Gabe, Gad and I will go to the other one. Samandriel and Jack will stay here with Y/N and Rowena.”

“Why do I have to stay?”

“Can you identify her?” Dean asks, pushing a burger wrapper away from an inscribed knife on the table.

“Well, no.”

“And that’s why you’re staying here, kid.”

“Fine,” You snap out unhappily. Something in you doesn’t like being sidelined. You wrinkle your nose a little, thinking. “Hey, on a totally unrelated thought, is there like a pet we have that is being looked after?��

“You have a puppy!” Jack crows happily, unlocking his phone to show you a picture of all of you posing for a picture, a little golden dog in your arms. “That’s Valkyrie. Mostly we call her Val. Cas dropped her off at Jody’s for the girls to watch.”

You nod, letting him choose another movie to watch as the others prepare quickly and get ready to go.

“I think I should go with you, Dean, darling,” Rowena purrs out, her accent making your lips quirk up in a smile. “We’ll need to be quick. Whoever doesn’t find her can get the rest of the ingredients and then can come here to make sure that the reversal worked.”

“Fine!” Dean snaps as Sam’s hand came to cup the back of your head before kissing the top of it.

“Call us if you need anything, okay?”

“Of course, Sam.”

Dean’s face morphs from frustrated to soft as he repeats what Sam had done. “We’ll get you all fixed up, don’t worry, princess.” You tilt your head back to look up at him, the conviction written on his face.

“I know you will, Dean. You two always take care of me.” They both nod before leaving with most of your angels in tow, Rowena bringing up the rear as she sends you off with a little wave.

“Can we watch Hocus Pocus again?” You request as soon as you hear the rumble of the Impala fade away.

“Of course!” Jack answers as Samandriel tries to hide an eye roll.

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You’d fallen asleep again - each time you remembered something it’s like it sucked all the energy out of you - and when you awoke, everything was dark. There was no light from the window with it’s almost sheer, worn curtains and no lights on in the room. Panic crept in as you slipped from the bed and onto the floor, reaching for the gun you knew was hidden under Sam’s pillow. As your eyes somewhat adjust, you make out a figure sitting at the little green metal and plastic table.

“If you could have anything right now, what would it be?” The man is about your height, with short but thick looking hair and almost glowing blue eyes. Something pricks at your mind when you see his eyes, something torn in your mind about how to feel about him…

“Dean said I’m not to make deals with demons,” His mirthful laughter echoes through the tiny room.

“You really have forgotten so much, Y/N…” He leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees as some moonlight finally finds its way through the window. “I’m prepared to give you anything you ask for since you’ve taken such wonderful care of my sons. Taught them a lot. Loved them better than I could have ever hoped.”

“Can I have two things?” His eyebrows raise but his face is still stoic.

“We’ll see. What are they?”

“First, I want Crowley and Meg back.” His forehead furrows as if that isn’t what he expected.

“Not your memories?”

“My brothers will make sure I get them back, so no need to be wasteful.”

“Really can’t break that Winchester faith in each other, huh?”

“Without them, there is no me. And without me, there is no them. That much I am absolutely sure of.”

“What is the second thing?”

“I’d like Benny back too.”

“You want two demons and a vampire returned to Earth?”

“They’re in that black place...where there is nothing. And I miss them, I can’t explain it, but I miss them. And Benny, he didn’t deserve to be in Purgatory not after sacrificing himself for us to get Sam and Bobby back. If you were a fairer God, you’d have already known why.”

“It is not written that I am fair.”

“I also miss Chuck. The prophet and writer. At least he seemed to care about his children and us. You left and haven’t tried to help since,” You feel the blood trickling down your lips, glaring at Him. “You and Lucifer are cut from the same cloth. I see now why he was your favorite.”

“Sharp words for someone who can’t remember much.”

“I don’t need to remember every detail to know you’re not a good being.”

“I never claimed to be. But I like you - your brothers provide so much in my stories, but you, you’ve always been so sensitive and soft. Locked in a life that should have broken you and yet it only made you more compassionate. Astounding, really. And then you surprise me by asking for two demons and a vampire. Not your memories or a future with your soulmate - the one I know you so desperately crave... but of others,” He huffs out a breath as though this bothers him before rubbing a hand over his beard. “We’ll see. Your brothers have just killed the witch, so your memories will be returning in a few minutes when Rowena finishes the spell. It’s been nice talking with you. And don’t worry, you’ll remember this… Happy Samhain.”

The room darkens to where you can’t see at all before lightening back to how it was when He was there.

“It’s Halloween?” You furrow your brow before tucking the gun back in its designated spot and heading to the bathroom for another washcloth to clean up the blood. All you see is spots dancing before your eyes before crashing into the bathroom door and sliding down it to the bathroom floor.

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“And that’s how I lost and got back my memories,” You take a hearty sip of your hot chocolate as Jody and Donna stare at you with open gaped mouths, Crowley and Meg rolling their eyes almost simultaneously while Benny pushes the last brownie towards you. Gabriel is right beside you on your left, Gadreel on your right, Jack standing just behind you like a sweet little bodyguard with Val wrapped in his arms.

“That’s mostly how it happened,” Dean corrects, leaning back in Jody’s wooden kitchen chair.

“I can’t believe you wasted a perfectly good request from God on him,” Balthazar snarks, murder glaring at the demon who was king.

“What was I supposed to ask for? Harsher sentences for parole violators and world peace?” Sam nearly chokes on his beer before scowling at you good-naturedly.

“Miss Congeniality,” Dean supplies after taking a long pull of his beer.

“Still loving those chick flicks, I see,” Meg smirks at him, Castiel sitting right next to her. You felt a pang when you saw them together again after so long...finally confirming for yourself that Cas would never be yours.

Gadreel’s hand on your knee brings you back to the warmly lit kitchen at 3 am surrounded by people who loved and cared for you.

“I hate Halloween,” Dean mutters as he clears the table of his beer bottles, stopping to kiss the top of your head - like he’d done as far back as you can remember. You move to help as Rowena fusses over her son, something that doesn’t seem to shock Crowley as much as you’d thought it would.

When you get close enough, you wrap your arms around Dean’s middle, pressing your cheek against his back and inhaling his scent.

“I love you, big brother.”

“And I love you, kid,” He rumbles out softly as he pats your wrapped arms lovingly.

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supernatural-fangirl1967 · 6 years ago

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Start with Once Upon a Time

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Just Fluff

Word Count: 1,256

Square Filled: Bedtime Stories (Fluff Bingo)

Square Filled: Free Space (AU Bingo)

A/N: This was written for @spnfluffbingo, and @spnaubingo.

"Please, Uncle Sammy." Sam's heart breaks as his niece pleads with a big pout and teary eyes. "Please one more story."

"Not tonight, squirt," Sam replies as he leans over to kiss the little girl's forehead.

"Please."

"Adelyn, I said 'no,'" Sam says firmly as he tries to give her a stern look.

"I'll be good. I promise."

Sam sighs and shakes his head at her. "Addy, this isn't about you being good. You were supposed to be asleep an hour ago. Your Mommy and Daddy will be mad at me if you stay up too late."

At the mention of her parents, Adelyn lets her tears finally fall down her face.

"Hey," Sam says softly as he sits down on the edge of the bed. "If you go to sleep now, I'll read stories to you all day tomorrow before I take you to see Mommy and Daddy. Okay?"

Adelyn's eyes light up as she nods her head. "Okay."

Sam smiles as he stands up to tuck his niece in. "Goodnight, kiddo."

"Goodnight, Uncle Sammy."

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Dean smiles when he catches sight of his daughter through the waiting room window. When he opens the door, Adelyn's too intrigued watching the coffee pot slowly drip to notice that her father is standing right there.

"Hi, baby girl."

The second Dean speaks, Adelyn turns around and looks at Dean with wide eyes.

"Daddy!" she squeals as she takes off running as fast as her three year old legs will carry her. She jumps up into Dean's arms and hides her face in his neck.

"Missed you Daddy."

Dean's heart clenches when he feels a tear drop onto his shirt. "I missed you too, princess. Were you good for Uncle Sammy?"

"Mhm," comes the muffled reply, but Dean looks over at his brother for confirmation.

"She was good," Sam smiles.

"That's my girl," Dean says as he kisses the top of Adelyn's head. "You ready to go see Mommy?"

"Yeah!" Adelyn squeals as she suddenly perks up.

"Easy, kid," Dean chuckles. "Alright, you need to remember something first..."

"I gots to be quiet and very, extra careful," Adelyn interrupts. "Uncle Sammy told me, Daddy."

"Well, alright, smarty pants," Dean teases as he begins to walk off.

"No," Adelyn protests before reaching out towards Sam. "Uncle Sammy will carry me."

"I thought you missed me," Dean says.

"I do, Daddy. But I can touch the ceiling when I am on Uncle Sammy's shoulders."

Dean doesn't know how to respond as his daughter basically launches herself into her uncle's arms.

"Already a bad influence on my kid," Dean mumbles as the trio walks out into the hallway. Dean leads the way down to the third door on the left, motioning for Sam to stay put as he lightly knocks on the wooden door before stepping into the room.

"Sweetheart?"

You look up at Dean and smile at him as he walks over to you. He leans over to press a kiss to your forehead before gently taking the small bundle out of your arms.

"I think someone's here to see you," Dean says right before Sam steps into the room with your daughter in his arms.

"Mommy."

You smile and hold you arms out. "There's my big girl," you say as Sam sits Adelyn down in your lap. You hold her as close to you as you can before smiling up at Dean.

"Hey, Addy," Dean says, trying to catch her attention as he carefully sits down on the edge of the bed beside of you. "There's someone me and Momma want you to meet."

Adelyn's eyes widen in curiosity as Dean pulls the blanket back from the baby's face.

"Adelyn," Dean begins, "meet your baby sister, Rosie."

"That's our baby?" Adelyn asks quietly with a hint of wonder in her voice. She looks up excitedly at Dean. "We can take her home?"

Dean chuckles and nods his head. "Yeah, princess. We get to take her home."

"Today?" Adelyn asks, the excitement practically raditaing off of her at the thought.

"No. Not today, kiddo," Dean replies as he shakes his head. "But hopefully we get to come home tomorrow."

And just like that, the joy is sucked out of the child's features.

"Daddy, you won't get to read me a story tonight?"

"Afraid not, kiddo." Dean watches as Adelyn's bottom lip begins to quiver. "Hey, Uncle Sammy can read to you."

Adelyn shakes her head. "It's not the same."

You brace yourself for the inevitable temper tantrum, especially since it's getting late and you know Adelyn's getting sleepy. Right before the guaranteed waterworks, Dean speaks up.

"How about I tell you a story now before you leave?" Dean suggests. "Will that work?"

"We don't have a book."

"Don't need one," Dean says as he stands up off the bed.

"I can't wait to see this," Sam laughs, earning a glare from Dean.

"Pipe down over there," Dean says as he lowers the baby into your arms.

"No! No, Daddy!" Adelyn panics. "You gotta... You gotta read to Rosie too."

"Okay," Dean smiles. "We can do that." He sits down in the nearest chair and gets Rosie situated before motioning for Adelyn. "Come here, Addy."

She hops down from the bed before climbing up into her Daddy's lap.

"Careful," Dean tells her.

"I know, Daddy," Adelyn says as she rests her head onto Dean's free arm.

"You comfortable?"

"Mhm," Adelyn replies as she nods her head.

"Alright," Dean begins. "Here we go."

"Daddy?"

"Yes, baby girl?"

"Start with once upon a time."

"Okay," Dean chuckles. "Once upon a time..."

"There was a princess."

Sam snickers, and Dean throws him another glare before looking back down at your oldest daughter.

"There was a princess named Adelyn..."

"No, Daddy," Adelyn protests as she shakes her head. "Rosie gets to be the princess this time."

Your heart swells with pride at your daughter already looking out for her baby sister.

"That's very sweet of you, Addy," Dean tells her. He holds both of his girls a little bit tighter before starting over. "Once upon a time, there was a princess name Rosie. Is that better?"

"Yeah," Adelyn replies as she nods her head. She lays her head against Dean's shoulder and closes her eyes.

You have to bite back laughter more than once as Dean continues the story. He's struggling to come up with what to say, and Adelyn interrupts every other word to correct him on how she thinks the story should go.

It isn't long until the commentary stops, and you know she's asleep. Dean places a kiss on Adelyn's forehead before looking up at you and Sam.

"You think she'll be mad that I didn't end it with happily ever after?"

You laugh quietly. "I think she's too out of it to know the difference."

"I'm going to go ahead and take her home while she's asleep," Sam says before walking over to take Adelyn out of Dean's arms.

"I'm going to walk out with him in case Addy wakes up when he puts her in her car seat," Dean tells you as he hands Rosie back to you. You smile, and Dean leans down to kiss your lips. "I'll be right back, (Y/N)."

You look from your husband, to your daughter sleeping in her uncle's arms, to the baby resting in yours, and your heart feels overwhelmed with love.

You don't know about once upon a time, but you sure are glad you're getting to live your happily ever after.

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holylulusworld · 5 years ago

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Bite me Baby

Request: Reader bites Dean and smut ensures.

(Read the original request under the tags for a longer summary.)

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam Winchester

Warnings: virgin reader, tension, biting kink (slightly), fun, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (female receiving - barely)

“Dude, she’s so helpless.” You groan glancing at the TV. “Why is she not repairing her car on her own? Damn, just give the poor car more oil, chick.” Sam is chuckling lightly at your outburst.

“Not all girls are good at repairing a car or killing monsters,” Dean whispers in your ear. Resting your back against Dean’s chest you stretch your legs over Sam’s lap. Dean is ‘innocently’ draping one arm over your chest, kissing down your neck.

“Dean, don’t distract me from watching this brilliant movie.” You warn slapping his thigh as he starts tickling your sides. Dean is ignoring your words. Simply starting to tickle you even harder he chuckles when you turn around, glaring at him.

“Stop tickling me Winchester or I’ll bite you.” Eyes narrowed; lips pressed into a thin line you glare at Dean. “I mean it.”

“Dean, don’t distract her from watching such an interesting movie.” Sam teases and you giggle, relaxing against Dean’s chest once again. Being a teasing bastard Dean starts tickling you again, this time he moves his hands under your shirt, and you grunt.

“DEAN! Last warning! I’ll bite you next time you tickle me.” Dean doesn’t take your warning seriously. Tickling you once again he grins behind your back, enjoying your silent curses.

Sam is shaking his head, laughing. He knows how this will end. You will bite Dean…

“Such a ticklish girl.” Dean groans, moving his skilled fingers up and down your sides, making you squeal and chuckle.

“Dean! I warned you, now live with the consequences.” Turning around you straddle his lap, tilting your head to bury your teeth into Dean’s neck, playfully biting him.

“Dude…your face…” Sam gasps, shaking from his laugher. Dean is less amused. The tall hunter grabs your waist to pick you up, tossing you onto the bed.

Before you can scramble away Dean covers you with his body, pressing you into the mattress. Your hands pinned above your head you are helpless, at Dean’s mercy.

“You bit me.” He mutters nipping at your neck. One hand moves to your thighs trying to tickle you again but you move your legs around his waist, trying to break from his grip. Sam, help me!” You whine.

“No way, kiddos. I’ll hit the bar and you two can wrestle this out.” Sam laughs grabbing his wallet. “You better not bite each other even more.”

Sam leaves the room, shaking his head at your and Dean’s childish behavior. You barely register your friend left the room, too busy feeling Dean’s erection pressing against your aching core.

“UH—ahem…Dean?” You stammer looking at Dean who is smirking, licking his lips. “Why are you that hard?”

“Damn, you bit me…” Dean groans dipping his head to bite your nipple through your thin top. “Made me so hard…”

“Dean…” Gasping you watch Dean biting your other nipple as his hips rut against you, adding delicious pressure to your throbbing clit. You struggle against his hold, trying to break free, trying to touch him like you want to.

“Do you want to touch me, Sweetheart?” Dean asks, a smirk plastered all over his face. “Earn it. Tell me what you want…”

“Fuck, Dean. You know what I want.”

An approving grunt leaves Dean’s lips before he let go of your hands. Now he grips your top, ripping it apart to reveal your naked chest to him.

Head dipped Dean captures one nipple between his teeth, biting it. The slight pain sends arousal straight through your core.

Wiggling and moaning you grab Dean’s hair, tugging it harshly when he continues to bite your plush flesh.

Moving further down your body his hands make quick work of your shorts. Fabric dragged down your body Dean is between your legs, nipping at the tender flesh, teasing you once again.

“You’re so wet for me.” His words are more a growl than anything else when he slips two fingers into you. “So tight for me, Y/N.”

“I want more than your fingers…”

Worried green eyes search your face while he slowly pumps his digits in and out of your heat. Your walls cling to his digits when he adds a third finger to open you up.

Lower lip trapped between your teeth you moan as Dean wraps his lips around your bundle of nerves suckling it.

Back arching, legs trembling you orgasm around his fingers, coating his digit with your wetness. Dean is close to losing control when he crawls up your body, kissing you roughly.

“Want you…” Leaves your lips and he gets off the bed, starting to get rid of his clothing. Your eyes roam his body, memorizing every inch of revealed skin.

“Like what you see?” Dean chuckles stalking toward the bed. He slowly crawls onto the bed, smirking at you as his body covers yours. Only admiring your naked chest for a moment he hums, biting his lower lip.

“Dean…”

One hand moves through your hair, lips claiming yours Dean holds you in his arms before he inches his way into you.

Stretching you wide he stills, pulling out to slowly thrust back in, entering you completely. Your hands grab his biceps, nails digging into his muscles you wrap your legs around his waist, caging Dean.

The first drag of his cock against your walls makes you gaps. Dean goes slow at first, soon finding a steady rhythm. He’s not holding back for long. Pounding you faster and harder he buries his face into your neck.

Pants. Moans. Obscene noises fill the room and you feel the heat spreading through your body. Your toes curl as the coil snaps and you feel Dean biting your shoulder before his cum floats your tight channel.

“You bit me too,” you gasp slapping the back of his head.

“Revenge, Baby Girl...”

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“You smell so good. This shampoo is delicious.” Dean chuckles sniffing at your still damp hair.

“So…who won the wrestling match?” Sam asks glancing at you and his brother.

“Both of us…” Dean and you say in unison. Smirking.

“Gross, guys…just gross….” Sam mutters.

“Bite me, Sammy.” Dean retorts and you start laughing.

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This is the original request:

Dean x virgin reader when the three of them are at a motel for a case and are watching a movie sitting on the couch, dean have arm on her shoulder and she’s with her back and head on his chest, Sam his sitting beside them too and three are talking and laughing when dean start kissing her neck and tickling her with his hand and she tell him for at least three times to stop or she bite him (1) (2) but dean just keep going laughing with Sam shaking his head smiling when she jump on dean lap and she bite him and Sam start laughing so hard for dean face and then dean take her and throws her on the bed blocking her with his body and her hand above her head and he start tickling her with his lips on the neck and moving her legs around his waist she’s laughing calling for Sam help but Sam just laughs go away at the bar leaving them alone. (3)So reader feel dean hardness at her core(it’s because she bit him)and they have hard passionate sex, when Sam come back find them fresh from shower cuddling watching a movie and he ask who wins on they’re wrestling round and they say together “both” smiling and Sam say “gross guys” and watch the film with them. Smut humor fluff

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welcometoyournewhell · 6 years ago

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Suck it Up, Sammy

A/N: I don't believe the content is too touchy, but for some it may be. Talks about olden beliefs of twins (and other births that involve more than one child) and albinism.

This was done on the phone and I apologize in advance.

Sam and Dean are stuck with a toddler after a failed hunt. After the youngest fights his brother on every option of removing the child from their grasp Sam finds himself a father.... and is anything but happy about it.

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Dean grunted as he trudged down the steps of the closest thing to a childhood home he had; Well.... with the exception of Baby. He and Sam were laying low at their adopted father's house until they figured out what to do with the results of their last hunt.

A town went insane over a line woman having albino twins, and a line cult made it their mission to execute these "demonic entities". It was like something out of older times. If a woman bore more than one child, she was that of an animal!

God forbid her children didn't look an "acceptable" way, they were the children of Satan! A single mother and her toddlers had just moved to a small town in Texas before they became a target for a small group of religious cultists.

The only survivor of the night was a three year old girl who was practically mute. While Dean was trying to figure out if she had any relatives or where to send her, Sam was having a pity party for himself, blaming himself for the family's death.

He'd had the visions, he'd had the nightmares.... but he didn't know the needed details to save these people. When he freed the small girl from her bonds.... something came over him and he just.... wouldn't let her go.

She'd panic if he'd try to anyway. They ended up bringing her with them to a few hunts on their way back to Bobby's as Sam shot down every option. Finding her family, almost impossible. Adoption home, chance of abuse or the group finding her. Foster care, a bunch of possibilities and the same group. The church, that one Sam actually smacked his brother's arm.

"Who do you think was just hunting her, Dean?!" He didn't mean that town but Sam had a point. There were too many stories about abuse came with Nun hood. There was no way Bobby would raise her go through the same shit he'd gone through with John and the boys.

So it was either him or Sam being a dad and risking a child's life and putting then through the same hell they went through.... or a previous option.

Well Dean made it clear he wasn't looking to be a father, and Sam wasn't budging. Last night was the final straw. Bobby interrupted there fight and pretty much told Sam.... he was a dad now.

"Not gonna put her somewhere safe, she's your job now. I ain't raising her Sam, and your brother sure as shit ain't. She likes you, she's you responsibility." In which, Sam tried to fight back but the old man made it clear, it was a home or Sam, end of discussion.

Dean was already enjoying being an uncle. Oh the cute outfits and bibs. Sure, she was able to eat with out a bib but.... it was Batman! He spent all his cash on toys, clothes, pull ups, and anything else he thought was cute.

Honestly, it was the only reason he wasn't giving into Sammy's puppy eyes. The younger brother had been wallowing on self pity, trying to talk Dean into another plan for the kid. Dean would ignore him or simply state, "It's a stepping stone Sam. You can be the dad you always wanted dad to be. ", or " It'll get your mind of Jess, dad, and everything else." Normally it was the first one that shut the other up.

They'd spent about a month with her now, and she was slowly starting to get used to them. She was still clinging to Sam like a life line though.... but she was letting Dean and Bobby hold her now too. "Alright kiddo, pancakes, " the eldest hunter asked. Bright blue eyes blinked before looking up to the man holding her.

"I think she'll like them. Gonna have to get used to them." Bobby frowned a bit before shaking his head. "You seem excited about this, why don't you be daddy?" Sam was in bed still, trying to ignore the title. "Because, I'm uncle material. Besides, she'd um... kind of be a bit of a, that. Not like Sammy's getting any anyway."

He bounced her up a bit more before kissing the platinum curls. "Besides, she likes Sam better. Probably should get her into a child psychologist though. She's got some damage." He tapped her little head with a smile. She didn't smile back. She'd looked either sad, come fused, or scared the whole time they'd had her.

"Aint we all? How about a name first? Need something to put on those papers." They should have raided the house for her birth certificate and social security number. "Yeah... the number is still going to be an issue. But not like she's driving any time soon, are ya? "

She was holding on of Sam's forty night shirts to her face as Dean kissed her head. Bobby finished some pancakes before passing his eldest a knife and fork. "What's the knife for, " he asked. "Well look at her mouth." Oh, not for him. "But I'm serious about the name. Even if she has one... she can't write or talk."

Green eyes looked up to blue. "Maybe those magnet shapes? She could spell her name." They didn't know how old she was though. "Dean she's either two or three. She may know her name but.... probably can't spell it." Crap. "Well how about Xena, huh? Like the warrior princess?"

"We're not naming her Xena." Ah, his highness was awake. "'Bout time you joined us sleeping beauty," Bobby grumbled. "I'm twentysix Bobby, I'm too young to be a dad." The older man sighed. "Boy, you lived else where you'd have been one at thirteen. God forbid the olden days."

Blue eyes lit up before the shirt was dropped and small hands reached for the younger Winchester. "Besides, think she's claimed you, " Dean commented. Sam looked at her with sorrow before picking her up and setting her on his lap. Well... trying too. Small arms hugged around his neck, giving him a morning hug.

He sighed as he hugged back. She'd already grown on him, but he couldn't do this! "I don't know what I'm doing though." Bobby laughed as he set a plate down for him. "Well no kidding, no parent does Sam!" Dean was still cutting up pancakes before drowning them in syrup.

He moved closer to his brother before getting the girl's attention. "Just be what dad wasn't, and Bobby was." It was that simple. "You'll figure it out, " Bobby sighed as he rolled his eyes at Dean's response. "We're gonna have to go back down and get her papers, " Sam grumbled as he took a bit of his food.

The girl didn't want the pancake offered, she wanted the big one her new daddy was eating. She opened her mouth and just looked at him like.... "give". The brunette pointed back to Dean. " That's yours." But, she wanted daddy's. Once more the mouth opened.

The younger Winchester sighed before taking the fork from Dean, who happily took care of Sam's plate. "I say we just get her a new number, change her name, and keel her the he'll away from the screw hole." Bobby sighed. "Brother's right. Besides, she's still adjusting to you. Leaving her here or taking her with you isn't an option. "

She looked at Sam, but didn't open her mouth this time. Ignoring Bobby, he huffed. "You just wanted mine!" Dean laughed a bit. "You ain't eating it now. Take a bite, then see if she wants it." The younger looked at him in disgust. "You drown it in syrup Dean." Bobby was getting annoyed with this. "Enough. Sam, eat the damn pancake before is scare her more and force feed it to you."

Enough said. Sam took a bite, baby took a bite. Soon enough the plate had been filled again and emptied again before small fry yawned. She fussed when Bobby came after her face with a damp cloth though.

Sam brought her up to the shared room to change her and put her down for a nap. As he did, Dean was put on dish duty. "I gotta get more food. Another mouth too feed, and Zeus is running low on kibble." The older quirked a brow. "Could have told me last week when I was going baby crazy." The old man sighed. "Just, make sure your brother doesn't do anything stupid."

It was maybe twenty minutes before Same came back down with a small bundle pressed to his chest. She already had favorite toys, and a giraffe blanket Dean found on clearance was one of them. Setting her down in the play pen, the new dad laid back on the couch with a sigh.

"Could be worse, she could be like.... an infant." Not helping. Sam shot him a glare before covering his face with his arm again. "We're putting a kid's life in danger Dean. How can you be happy about this?" The other patted his leg as to make him move. Sitting down, he found himself a foot rest.

"Well.... it's sticking with us and we protect and teach her.... or not knowing what happens to her."" His brother uncovered his face again while sitting up slightly. "So, put her though the same hell? Schooling, social life?" Dean rolled his eyes at the last one. "We're in a new day and age. She can do school online, you have a laptop."

"Money, " Sam fought. "Sammy, we've been getting by for yesrs. For someone who didn't want to her going anywhere else, you really are trying to get rid of her. " Was he? Guilt washed over him as he sighed. "Guess I'm just stressed, and scared, and anxious." He squeaked when there was a poke to his foot.

"Maybe Sammy just needs some time with his favorite brother? " Oh no, the smirk. Sam tried to yank his feet back, but to no avail. His laughter filled the room as he yelled and squealed for his brother to stop. "Dhehhean! Whehehr're too old fhahaor this! "

The older smiled. "Too old to cheer you up?" Sam was louder than the documentary on the television. He bounced around in his seat, trying to get away. "Nahhaha! D-DhehehaHEAN!" Starting princess hair spread across a throw pillow as the older brother moved to the younger's toes.

"Aw come on Sammy, I'm just helping you relax. Maybe de stress a little?" Dean had a shit eating smirk on as he destroyed his brother. It got a bit better and worse as he moved up the moose-like legs. Gasps and shrieks were heard from the younger as fingers dug into the back of his knees.

For Dean, it was like trying to stay on a Bucking Bronko bull ride, or something similar. Sam was physically meaker, but he had some powerful strength in his body. "Shit, ghehehet ahahahway!" Taught and skilled fingers dug into smaller thighs before hands tries to pull at them.

"Sammy, language. Your going to give her a potty mouth!" They really needed a name for her. "Yhahhaour ghahahaoning thahahao whahake HER! DEAN!" Sam shrieked when his brother started to tickle his navel. He shoved, swatted at, and tries to knock off the other. "I'm not going to wake her, but you are. Lower your voice Sammy."

"Sthahahaop chahahalling mhehehehe thahahat! No, get away get awahahahhahay!" Hiccupy shrieks and giggles poured like music from the younger as his armpits were messed with. Tears started to come down Sam's red face as he shook his head and tried desperately to get Dean off him.

The torment stopped as a moose toy hit the older in the head. They both looked over to see a small being just looking at them with tear filled, cranky eyes. They disturbed nap time! "Hey, that wasn't nice," Dean fake pouted. "Neither was waking her and tickling me to death, " Sam growled before shoving Dean back towards the other end of the couch.

The dad stood up before taking his cranky little moose and trying to lull her back to sleep. As he did.... curiosity came over Dean. He stood up before putting the moose toy back in the pen and walking over to the two. Sam stepped back warily. "Don't even. I will drop her," he hissed.

Green eyes rolled before the other tries to find a little foot. "No, I'm curious about something." From when he saw her before the murders, sue was a pretty giggly kid. She talked a lot too. She was scared into silence, so to speak. Sam said it was a form of turama, but maybe he could still get a little giggle out of her. Hell, he just wanted a smile!

But daddy stepped back again. "What are you doing? Leave her alone. Dean, she's trying to nap." The other rolled his eyes. "Here's an idea, let me try this and stop nothing about being a dad and come up with a name for her." Blue eyes rolled before a little head shot around to see what was touching her.

She honestly looked like a sleepy, little puppy. "You ticklish," the uncle asked. She simply pulled at her foot and turned back to sleep on her daddy. "Dude, I told you, leave her be." The older sighed. "Name, Sammy. I just want her to smile. Didn't your extra college classes tell you laughter is the best medicine or something?"

The taller huffed. "That's not how turama works Dean." Okay, so both baby and daddy were cranky. "Well.... who's pull up am I changing first? Her's or your's?" Both were un amussed. "Aw, look Sammy; She's already acting like her daddy!" The other scoffed a bit before turning to walk back up to the bed room.

"Aw, come on Sam! You have no humor." Before the other was fully upstairs he yelled up again. "You don't name her soon, I'm calling her Xena or Ivy!" That caused the other to stop. "Really, not Barbra or Selena, " Sam scoffed. "She can be your little Batgirl." Dean smirked. "Ain't passing the buck that easily."

He thought for a moment. "So Sammy needa tickle therapy for a name, crankiness, and new dad syndrome? Coming right up! " Foot steps pounded through the house along with yelling and shrieks of surprise and laughter.

By the time Bobby got home, he was met with the sight of a cranky toddler who opened her arms to be taken away from the sleeping bafoons. "These idjits keep ya' awake, huh? " She clung to him before sighing in relief; It was nap time.

The older hunter looked over his boys before rolling his eyes, this would be there hardest job yet.

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plaidstiel-wormstache · 6 years ago

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Beaver

AN: I’ve been working on a sequel to a fic I posted many moons ago, and as it goes my mind wandered and this came out instead of sequel progress! Hope you ... well, I’m looking forward to your reactions! Recognition: @canonspngifs is where I found this gif. @wi-deangirl77 read this one over and helped me pick a gif, then encouraged me to publish ASAP! Word Count: 1390 Warnings: No warnings, just a good ol’ flangst.

Dean had heard YN make plenty of sounds. But this noise was sure to stay with him the rest of his life. A scream ripped through her, turning into a growl, ending in a gurgled grunt. The sweat dropped off her brow, her eyes were locked on his, her face and neck were burning red. He’d never felt more helpless.

Sam listened as the scream ripped through YN again, he shivered and bit at his lip, drawing blood. He wished it was him in that pain, that it was Dean in that pain... anything. But there was nothing he could do.

Dean held her hand, supported her neck, and helped pull at her knee. Monsters, Demon, Angels, Lucifer himself ... Dean could handle them all. But this was something else, and it was all on YN.

“Puuuush, push-push-push! The heads out! That’s the way, YNN, now on the next wave you’ve gotta give it even harder.” The midwife said from between the stirrups. “D- Dean, get your kid outta me.” Dean didn’t know if she was serious or joking, but he knew she was tired, exhausted and ready to meet their kid and collapse. He had no clue how she was even still talking, she’d been awake for twenty eight hours.

She let rip an ungodly scream, enough to curdle even a hell hounds blood. She pulled her knees almost completely under her armpits and her face turned crimson, veins popping in her neck and forehead. “That’s it! Almost here! You’re doing so good!” The midwife was cheering.

“You’ve got a son.” The obstetrician announced, bundling the brand new screaming baby up onto YN’s chest. “You did it Mama, look at you.” Dean breathed, peppering her with kisses; her lips, cheek, temple, and into her sweat drenched hair. “You’re so precious, our little bean.” YN cooed, wiping her finger over the now settled babies chubby cheek. “We did it, Dean.” She whispered cheerily, looking up into his eyes and smiling when he kissed her again. “It was all you babe, I stood here and cried. You were so strong and brave. You did it babe.” Dean kissed her again before both of them turned back to their baby, “You’ve got one helluva a Mama, kid.” He hushed, pressing his lips gently to his son’s head.

Sam heard YN’s cry dissipate, replaced by screams from a baby. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, feeling relief wash through him. He stopped crushing his phone and dialed in a number, holding the phone to his ear. “She’s done it, the babies screaming!” He announced into the receiver. “Oh that’s great! That’s such great news, Sammy!” Mary said, her voice wavering, “What did we have? Boy or girl?” She added excitedly, almost as an after thought. “I don’t- I’m not- I haven’t seen them. I don’t know yet!” Sam managed to get out, realizing his error of calling with news before actually having news.

“I’ve got an eager uncle out here, can he come in?” A nurse said quietly, peering around the curtain covering the door. “Of course, oh my goodness, send him in!”

“Sammy!” Dean greeted happily, pulling his brother into a tight hug as soon as he’d appeared around the curtain. “Congratulations... Dad!” Sam teased, clapping Dean’s back, “How’re you doing, Mom?” He asked YN over Dean’s shoulder. And at the mention of her, Dean instantly let his brother go and stood back, encouraging him towards the bed. “You’ve got a nephew, Sam.” YN informed, offering the bundled baby up for the younger Winchester to hold, Dean quickly coming to oversee. “Hello...” Sam was delicate with the baby, his giant hands engulfing him. “What’s his-“ “This is Charlie,” YN whispered, adjusting the blanket around his chin. “Hello Charlie, I’m your Uncle Sam.” He cooed, rocking slowly side to side. “Uncle Sammy.” YN teased, looking over the tall man’s shoulder to his grinning brother. When Charlie started to fuss, Dean swooped in and took his son in one arm. “He’s got his Momma’s hair,” Sam noticed, watching as Dean let his brilliantly red headed son suck at his pinky finger. “And how’re you?” Sam asked, turning his attention to YN. “Sore, tired, sore, over the moon!” She beamed, not able to take her eyes off her baby. “I bet you wanna sleep for days? I’ll leave you to it, go and call everyone, let them know you two are alright!” Sam explained. He embraced YN in a gentle hug and kissed her temple, as he passed Dean he couldn’t help but stare at Charlie before sighing and leaving with a wave.

“I don’t think I could be any happier. He’s perfect YNN, and you’re perfect and strong and beautiful...” Dean looked up when there was no objection or interruption. She was propped up on the hospital pillows, head tilted towards Dean, eyebrows raised as if she was listening. When a faint snore rumbled in her chest he knew she was out to the world. Charlie gurgled, his fingers squeezing Dean’s, green eyes wide and staring at his father. “Just you and me kid.” Dean whispered, bouncing Charlie.

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“Mooom,” Charlie hushed into the dark room, he put his hands on the side of the bed and leaned in, “Mooom.” He tried again. “Red?” YN whispered, lifting the sheets on the bed. “I think I heard something in my closet.” He explained but didn’t climb into the bed. Instead, YN swung her legs out, scooped him up and stood in one fluid motion. “In the closet, hey?” She asked, padding out of the room and down the hall to his. “Yeah, something knocked and then they talked, and then I came in to you.” He explained, picking at the frayed seam of the flannel she wore to bed. “Okay Red,” She said, clapping against his bottom twice as they rounded the corner into his room. She jumped him further up her hip and reached for the handle of the closet, “You ready?” She asked, looking to her son as he nodded, eyes fixed on the door.

“Come out, come out, whatever you are, or be prepared to hear a SHOUT!” Charlie sang with his Mom, almost toppling out of her arms as he bounced forward when she reefed back the door. A hard, round, plastic dial tumbled out, flashing different lights before landing on a picture of a cow, ‘the cow goes moo’. “That’s all it is!” YN said, toeing the toy. “The Moo Quack man.” Charlie nodded, shuffling to get down from his position on YN’s hip. “Bed, mister.” She brushed fingers through his hair when he bent down to pick up the toy. “Moo, quack, baa,” Charlie sang as he put the educational toy back on a shelf in the closet and ran back to his bed, leaping into it. “Do you want the sing song?” YN asked, looking down at her son who was already pulling the blankets up to his chin. “Yes,” He said, stopping his burrowing when he sensed his Mom staring, “Yes, please mom.” He corrected. YN turned on the dome that slowly rotated, splaying a galaxy of lights against the walls and ceiling while playing a soft lullaby. “Goodnight sweet pea.” YN said, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his forehead. She noticed his plush beaver lying on the floor, picking it up, she tucked it into the bed next to him. “Night,” Charlie hummed. She stopped in the doorway and watched as her son peppered kisses to his toy before closing his eyes. She closed the door a fraction, but couldn’t help watching the three year old. Aside from the mop of her red hair, her son was so like his father, so unafraid but in need of reassurance, so- “I know you’re there, Mommy.” He said, eyes still shut; just like Dean. “Goodnight, cheeky.” She called, closing the door.

“Everything okay?” The tired male voice asked as YN entered her room. “That animal-sounds toy fell off the shelf in his closet. He’s fine now, got Beaver.” She said, climbing into bed next to the warm, hard body. She pulled the covers up and bunched the pillow under her head, stopping when the bed creaked and he moved around behind her, patting at her hip. “Why a beaver? Of all the plush animals,” he wondered allowed. “Cause Dean thought it was funny.” She explained, ignoring the hand at her hip as it slowly retracted and the bed dipped further as Sam rolled away from her.

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kpopboysreact · 7 years ago

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BTS Reaction - Bringing Their Newborn Home With Their Wife

Thank you @jiminie-jams-bts for requesting! Bias: Jimin P.S, all the babies in this reaction will be girls because I’m an absolute sucker for fathers with their baby girls. Also, I didn’t post any gifs with the reactions because I want it to be completely up to your imagination. This is a really sweet scenario, and I want you to get a full experience from it! If you want me to add gifs though, just let me know :) Enjoy!!!!

Jimin

You were asleep, exhausted from what seemed like an eternity of labour. Jimin held your baby girl as you slept and rocked her slowly in his arms, staring at her chubby face. He wanted to sing, but whenever he made a sound, he started crying. So he settled for mouthing the words to the lullaby he sang to you when you were having nightmares. You awakened some time later to see the beautiful sight of Jimin rocking your child, hunched over her small frame. “Jimin?” You called gently. He looked up to you, a lone tear streaming down his cheek. “She’s so perfect, y/n. Everything about her is...perfect.” He stood up and placed your baby in your arms for the first time. You couldn't help but tear up. “I think she knows she’s in her mother’s arms.” He laughed as her tiny lips curled into an “o” shape. Your sniffed in your tears. “C-can I kiss her?” You asked him, as if he would know if it was safe. “I think so...” You lowered your lips to the top of her head and pressed them against her. “Can I?” You nodded and smiled as he ever so gently pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I can’t wait to take her home.” “Neither can I. I fixed up her room a couple of days ago, it’s all ready.” “You’re the best.” Jimin just smiled as his gaze drifted back down to your newborn. “She’s...” “Perfect.” He stated.

He waited and waited and waited until the doctors cleared you two to take your baby home. When they did, Jimin was all smiles. “Yeobo! Let’s go!” He’d been reading books and online articles about taking your newborn home and was proud to show you what he learned. He dressed her in light clothes with a cute baby bonnet, and fastened her into her carseat safe and sound. The sighs and coos your baby made caused him to squeal. “Jagi! Listen to her!” He smiled a smile so large and so bright, his eyes closed and he couldn’t see. “Maybe we should call one of the other guys to drive us home...” “No! The only person I trust with the lives of the two most precious people in my life is me.” He took his time driving home, like Yoongi, always under the speed limit. It felt like an eternity before you arrived. But when you did, Jimin was overwhelmed with joy. “Yeobo! Don’t move!” He opened his door and ran around to your side of the car, opening your door and helping you out. Then he made his way over to your baby’s side and carefully unbuckled her, taking her into his arms in the most delicate way, as if she were made of glass. She’d fallen asleep on the ride home, the delicate motions of the car imitating the rocking he had done for her earlier. “Do you want to put her in her crib for the first time, or should I?” “Could she...could she sleep with us?” “Sleep with us?” “I-I don’t mean in our bed! That could be dangerous for her. But...could we move her cradle into our room?” “Are you sure? You spent so long setting up her room.” “I’m sure!” He quickly moved the cradle from your baby’s bedroom into your bedroom, then called you in. “But...let’s not put her in her cradle yet. Lay her on the bed! I want to watch her.” He sat on your bed with his legs open, patting the spot in the middle. “Come, sit. Bring her.” You sat between Jimin’s legs and rocked your child in your arms. He held you tightly around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder, staring down at your baby. “Yeobo?” “Mhmm?” “You and our baby are my world. I promise you I will always take care of you two...forever.”

Namjoon was so conflicted...over who had to drive home. Of course, he wouldn’t let you drive and there was no way in hell he would trust some grimy cab with someone he didn’t know in the driver’s seat with his beloved family, but he was obsessing over your baby and couldn't take his eyes off her. “Y/N!!! Oh my god, look at her little feet. Look!!!!” He couldn't stop smiling and eventually you called one of the other BTS members to drive you home. When Yoongi showed up, Namjoon barely even knew he was there! His world changed when he held your child for the first time. It now revolved around you and her, and that wouldn’t change unless you welcomed another little bundle into your family.

Jin

Jin was at a complete loss for words. He’d been preparing for this day since you found out about your pregnancy seven months ago. He hired painters to renovate the guest room of your shared home, painting the walls different shades of pink. He hung mobiles and practically overflowed the room with toys and stuffed animals. Yet now that the day he would meet his precious daughter was upon him, he had no idea what to do next. He spent an hour just stroking her chubby cheek with his thumb, and time froze when she wrapped her little hand around it. He was silent during the drive home, but once out of the car, he was completely ready to embrace this new life with your child. “My two princesses...how on earth did I get this lucky?”

Suga

Like Jin, Yoongi had no words, but for a different reason. Though in awe, his silence was mainly of disbelief. He couldn't believe that there was now a living symbol of your love with him in this world, in the form of a chubby little baby he would be given the privilege to love for his whole life. He spent about an hour just fastening your baby girl in her carseat. Then it took another hour to drive home. Though the hospital was at most twenty minutes away from your house, he took all the safest routes stayed a good deal below the speed limit. Once home, you lowered her sleeping form into her crib, and Yoongi stared at her in pure amazement and joy. “Y/N...thank you. Thank you so much for this...this blessing.”

J-Hope

He had to be told by several nurses to stop screaming or he would wake your baby. She somehow remained sleeping as your husband talked his head off. “She’s so small! So cute! So adorable! And she’s ours! Our little baby!” “Hobi, pay attention to the road!” “I am, I am!” The second you two got home, he dashed out of the car to open your baby’s door and quickly get her out of her carseat, he wanted to hold her. “You don’t mind, right?” “Of course I don’t mind.” You laughed, watching your husband lovingly hold your baby tightly. He brought her over to her crib with you following right behind. “Ah...do we have to put her in here right away? Can’t we keep her in the living room with us for a little while? I...I don't want to let her go yet.”

Taehyung

“Tae, stop poking her nose.” He didn’t listen, and proceeded to poke said nose. “Tae? Baby? Hello?” He kept poking. *poke* *poke* *poke* “Oh my gosh, what are you?!” He smiled. “I’m a father, yeobo! And you’re a mother! Ah I would kiss you right now but that would mean taking my eyes off our precious baby girl...” He kissed his fingers, then touched them to your cheek, all while continuing to watch your baby. The only time he took his eyes off her was when he drove home; when his full concentration was on the road. He tripped several times walking up to your front door, not taking his eyes off the bouncing baby in your embrace. When you lied her down in her cradle, he took your face in his hands and kissed you with so much love you could cry. “This...this is our new beginning. Thank you, y/n.”

Jungkook

This would change Jungkook completely. Once a shy kid, he was now a mature adult ready to support you and your child through everything. He would step up and leave his childish immaturity behind. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself. He knew that he needed to mature and he told himself he would, but he was still a little scared about the day you would welcome your child into the world. That is, until it happened. All the words he told himself never made much sense to him, but your baby girl did. Once she was born, everything made sense. He saw beauty in life for the first time since he met you, and now that there was a constant reminder of your love in this world, he would never forget the world’s beauty again. He didn’t trust his driving skills, so like Namjoon, he asked another member to drive your family home. Yoongi (who is apparently an amazing driver or something) drove the two of you home and Jungkook barely managed a thanks, too wrapped up in you and your child. “You should get to sleep, Jungkook. It’s getting late and we won’t be getting much sleep for the next year or so.” “It’s...okay. I want to stay up and watch her. Her first night in this wonderful world...”

- Admin Sammie

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quiddy-writes · 7 years ago

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Star Cross’d - Part 4

Can I just say that I love reading everyone’s reactions? Like y’all are hitting on things I never even thought of when I was writing it, it’s fascinating and I love it. Hope I don’t disappoint! xD

Also, also, ALSO: I totally stole the idea for the beginning of this chapter from Saxxy and her The Blessed and the Cursed series, so all the credit ro her! And go check out her series! It’s fantastical!

Fandom: Supernatural Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader Words: 1110ish Summary: Some shit is revealed Warnings: Swearing Other Parts: Masterlist

Dean’s breath was long since gone. He was down by the river, gathering more water for the camp. Which he had done several minutes prior.

But, damn, after his realization and being around her with her being all her and smelling like heaven—he was only a man.

So, he had volunteered to go down to the nearby river and refill their waterskins, desperate for a moment alone. He had filled them up as soon as he knelt by the river, then placed them all on the bank to allow the river water to try and cool the water inside them.

Then he was free to do as he wished.

He had pulled himself free of his pants within moments, stroking himself to completion to images of her begging for his knot. It was the fastest he’d ever come, imagining the heat from his hand wrapped around his cock was her heat.

He stared down at the white spot on the ground as he tried to catch his breath, finally pushing himself back into his pants. He washed his hands in the river and grabbed the waterskins and head back to camp.

Y/N was asleep, curled up by the fire, facing him, whereas Sam was sitting against a tree with his back facing his brother.

Dean walked up, announcing his presence with a simple, “Heya Sammy. Sleeping Beauty out already?”

Sam nodded. “She tried to wait up for you, but you took a long time.”

“Guess I was daydreaming and lost track of time,” the elder Winchester shrugged.

Sam rolled his eyes. “Dean,” he sighed heavily. “You couldn't wait until we were done with this job?”

The elder Winchester frowned. “Leave me alone, Sammy.”

“Seriously?! You spend some time around an Omega and you need to go off and pop your knot?!”

“Leave me alone, Sammy.”

“Dean, you know we need this money. This is more important than you laying with the first Omega to cross your path!”

“Damn it, Sam,” Dean growled out, shocking his brother. “It's not like that!”

Sam threw a glance towards Y/N as she lay stock still, unperturbed by their slowly rising voices. “What do you mean?”

Dean was breathing heavily, the faintest trace of her on the wind, and he was trying to drink it all in like it was water and he was a man dying of thirst. “She's…” he began. “She's mine, Sam.”

Hazel eyes widened, and Sam's breath caught in his throat. “She's yours? Your true mate?”

Dean’s whole body sagged with his sigh. “Yeah,” he confessed.

Sam smiled. “That's...that's wonderful, Dean!”

That surprised the oldest brother. “What? How?”

“If she's really your true mate, then everything will be fine,” Sam grinned. “They cannot harm you or her if you claim her.”

Dean shakes his head. “No, I refuse to claim her.”

Sam frowned. “What is wrong with you? Why not?”

Green eyes focused on the bear skin wrapped around the taller Winchester. “We couldn’t protect Jess,” he says.

Sam’s face turned stony. “Do not use her as an argument. My…my failure is not yours.”

“‘M sorry, Sammy, I—”

He waved Dean off, obviously upset and trying to hide it. “Dean…she was mine. And I would never, ever have given her up.”

Dean sighed heavily. “She’ll be happier in her fancy palace than in our home, living hand to mouth and bein’ feared by everyone.”

“No she won’t, and you know it.”

“She’ll be safe. People hate us, and I’m not putting a fucking target on her back.”

Sam frowned, “You have three more days to stop being a fool.” With that, he crawled onto his bed roll and turned his back on his brother.

Dean felt the frustration fill him and had to fight the urge to kick something. Instead, he curled up on his own and bundled his cloak into a pillow. He even studiously ignored the fact that her scent was already fading and that that made falling asleep that much harder.

Even during summer, Y/N was much too hot.

She was once again on Pala, riding the beautiful mare as the brothers walked beside her. The sun was beating down on them, and the men were sweating lightly, compared to her sweating buckets.

She, however, was curled up on the horse, resting her head on Pala’s neck as they walked along. Her stomach felt queasy, which was her only saving grace. As long as she felt queasy and not crampy, everything was fine. And everything had to be fine. She couldn’t go into her heat when she’s alone with two Alphas in the middle of an nigh-impenetrable forest.

She was breathing heavily, but trying to ignore the brother’s scents on the wind. Sam smelled like sandalwood and earth and it was great and all, but Dean’s scent, ever since that first night, had been plaguing her mind, slowly blocking out every thought.

And he had been acting strange too.

He’d been acting like he had to protective.

Sam was trying to keep her safe, of course, and that showed every time an unfamiliar sound broke the silence and his hand was suddenly gripping his sword. He was kind and sweet and she was forming a deep friendship with the man.

But Dean took it a step further.

He seemed to always be touching her and she was sure that she’d caught him trying to scent her on the wind at least once. He even acted strangely when Sam tried to talk to her, as though that was somehow an affront.

As she rested her head against Pala’s thick neck and watched Dean and his brother chat, she smiled. Just the sound of his voice was making her feel better already. She watched his thick legs, bowed by the same horse she rode herself, carry the confident ranger, the crossbow slung over his shoulder.

She noticed Sam had caught her staring at his brother and she flushed at being caught. He simply smiled and even winked at her, which made her confused. He didn’t seem worried or angry like he had been when he found them huddling for warmth. Why would he even encourage her crush?

Y/N felt her face flush even more and she sighed heavily. It was just a crush and she was soon to be married…to a Beta. Not the stupidly handsome Alpha who smelled better than anything and made her feel like the most beautiful creature in the world with just a glance and made her laugh without trying.

Her crush didn’t need encouragement, she realized, because it was already too late. She was in love with Dean Winchester.

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