#SOA/SPN Crossover

[yourwinchesterbros]

SUPERNATURAL MAYHEM Part one

The beginning of my favorite crossover is here! I’ve chosen to break this up into two parts as it added up to being over 10k words. Second part will be posted in a few days ✨ If you enjoyed this, please let me know! A like, reblog or comment means so much!

Word Count: 6.5k 

Pairing: Jax Teller x Female Reader x Dean Winchester x Soulless Sam

Summary: A long unforgettable night leaves reader with a new view of the world, but will she choose to explore it? 

Authors Note: This is a crossover I've been searching for and one night decided to write! If you like both SPN and SOA, then you might enjoy this! HUGE THANK YOU TOO @alohomorasomnium​ for editing my flaws, you're simply the best! 

Warnings: Fairly tame, cursing, use of weapons, use of antidote, kidnapping, kissing, angst, some Dom behavior. 

 Darkness. It’s all you see around you, like an empty void ready to consume you. Your head is spinning, trying to make sense of your absence of sight. Your ears ring due to the deafening silence of your surroundings.  

Where am I? Is the first thought that breaks through the fog, echoing in your mind.  

Pain suddenly radiates through-out your body. You realize your shoulders, your collarbone, and your wrists all feel as if they’ve been battered black and blue. You try to shift around but somehow; your wrists are bound behind you. Your confusion grows, your mind fighting through the haze. You blink, feeling fabric brush against your long eyelashes. You try to think back to where you were before this, but even thinking is painful. You instinctively start to rub your temple against the bone of your shoulder in an attempt to push the rough, ratty material that you realize is blinding you. After a few attempts, an old twisted up cloth falls into your lap.  

You’re welcomed to the sight of more darkness. It appears you’re in a room, from what you can make out. Your eyes sting when exposed to all the dust that’s hanging in the air. You stifle a cough, irritated that you’ve been breathing heavily, inhaling basically asbestos at this point.  

What the fuck?  

You blink hard, all your senses coming alive with your eyesight regaining. Pain. Every part of your body aches, your hands are tied to a wooden foundation pillar behind you with what feels like old rope. Its split ends tear into your skin like sandpaper. You try moving your wrists around, to see if the rope will give way so you can free yourself, but it's no use. The bindings, if anything, tighten that much more from your movements. Giving you less and less room to work with. Whoever did this to you, had no intention of letting you go. You shudder at the thought of whoever this mysterious person may be, holding you captive. What they may want…

You refocus your attention, desperately trying to remember anything from before but you can’t seem to recall what happened. Was I at home? Work?

No, there’s no way you’d been snatched from the clubhouse while tending the bar. You must’ve been at home, sleeping?  

You lean forward, trying to use your body weight and the corner of the pillar to separate the rope, but it doesn’t work. As you contemplate your next course of action, a horrifying thought plaques your mind.  

How long have I been here? How long do I have to get out of here before they come back?

With that now in the forefront of your mind, you gain a new sense of urgency. Frantically, you try rubbing the homemade cuffs against the wood. You ignore the fact that the air is still clouded as your breathing deepens in an effort to free yourself. But once again, you fail. You growl in frustration, throwing your hands back against the wood, ignoring the dull aches seeping from the bruises on your battered wrists. As panic and adrenaline continue to take over, you scan your eyes over your surroundings once more, analyzing the area to see if anything can help you.  

With one little window above the wooden stationary table across the room from you, there really isn’t much of a light source. Just a delicate stream of moonlight, illuminating the dust particles dancing in the air, stirred up from your panicked escape attempts. You think again, where the fuck was I? But you come up with nothing.

“God damn it Jax” You whisper to yourself. You knew this was coming, it came for all the women who dared to join the Prince of Charming in his tirades of violence. It was well known history that whoever stood next to Jax, had a death wish. Yes, believe or not, dating the President of a biker gang isn’t as glorious as it seems. Being an old lady makes you an instant target for the enemies of the sons, of which there are many.  

Who found you this time?

That’s right, this time. You’ve been kidnapped before. The Mayans followed you home one night. Before you even had the chance to turn the ignition off in your car, you were ripped out of the seat and taken for negotiation. Then there was the IRA. You were held hostage; your life was on the line once again. Literally on the phone line, with Jax on the other end telling Gaelan he would continue distributing for him in exchange for your survival. And now this. You know your luck is bound to run out. Your breathing quickens as you start to accept the reality of the situation. There’s no getting out this time. Is the club even aware that you’ve been taken? The question you keep coming back to is how long have you been tied up in this dingy basement? The fact that you don’t know the answer to that and probably never will, causes a pit of dread to form in your stomach.

“Fuck” you mutter under your breath as you roughly shut your eyes.

This song and dance is starting to get old. To what end is enough, finally enough? Each time your safety is questioned, you tell yourself that it’s too dangerous to go back, that you can’t handle the life; always watching your 6 as well as your 7-8-9.  

Yet each time you’re rescued, you’re consumed by the ways of the club, and always end up back to square one. The simple fact is you desire the life. The atmosphere, the people, the machines, the thrill... you feel you belong. That your role is meant to be at Teller-Morrow assisting those men in kutte, offering sanctuary and support for the women in tight dresses, to stand beside the old ladies and keep them on their toes. As for the president that sits at the head of the table; for him you’re the reason he stays resilient and clear-minded. Each time you get a chance to see how short-lived life is for those around the sons, you tell yourself you’re on borrowed time. That you need to walk away, that you will leave the life, but you know you speak the language of lies.  

“Quit your bitching” you mumble to yourself, thudding your head lightly against the wood. They’ll find you. They have too. The notorious band of killer bikers always do. You know how much you mean to Jax, and you know they’re probably already on the hunt looking for you. Jax calling all charters for assistance and letting the reaper inside him take the wheel.  

The reaper. That side of Jax, he can smell you. Feel your pull when he needs you. Everyone says that he’s the prince but really, he’s the god damn devil himself. He’s feared among warriors, he puts demons to shame. And your soul will always belong to him, no trade necessary.  

“I see you’re awake.”  

The sudden intrusion of your captors' grating whisper tears you from your thoughts as your whole body goes rigid. Your breathing falters at the realization that you’re no longer alone, your heartbeat getting louder and louder in the growing silence. You can feel the echoing of each beat in your ears. You wish you could turn it off and hide in the dark, in silence.  

“Shh... “The sound slithers from the shell of your right ear across the nape of your neck causing your hair to stand on end as it settles in your left ear. You can’t move, your body is frozen in shock, locked in a state of fear. You can’t even bear to look, to reveal the mystery.  

“It’ll be quick...” the voice drawls out, an underlying tone of excitement riding with it, riddling your skin with goosebumps.  

Just then, you’re startled by a muffled vibration from directly underneath your rear. Holy shit. You’ve had your shitty iPhone 4, in your back pocket this entire time. Regardless, you wouldn't have been able to snake it out from beneath you but the fact that it’s ringing on silent mode, gives you just enough confidence to believe you might get saved. You know it’s Jax trying to get a hold of you.

“Doesn’t matter” you manage to spill out. The two words are all you could say as you clutch onto your mask of composure.

“You won’t receive the same fate.” You whisper, staring ahead. Your eyes glues to an old piece of tape stuck on the wall in front of you as an anchor. You could feel it’s presence right beside you. Feel eyes burning into your flesh.  

“Look at me” the low voice says with a sharp hiss.  

You clench your jaw. You know you have to face your captor. It’s your best chance for an opportunity to escape or buy yourself more time.  

“You see” you start your attempt to distract.  

“When you’re in his grip, there will be no such thing as a quick death” you spit the words as you turn, to stare down your opponent.  

Your eyes grow wide, the second they make contact with hers. A shriek clambers out of your throat before you can even think to stop it, you try to rationalize what you’re seeing in front of you

“W-what are you!?” You scream at her, as you push yourself back as close as you can against the wooden pillar.  

You can’t believe your eyes, as they focus on the woman – no - thing, crouched in front of you.  

A smile slowly works its way onto her face. “I always forget how ignorant you humans are…so unaware of what’s lurking in the dark all around you”  

She creeps closer, stepping over your legs as she does so.  

It wasn’t the fact that her face, lips, arms, her entire body was covered in tattooed lines or that her expression seemed void of any emotion, but it was her eyes. They glowed deep blue. Her silhouette black against the navy hue emanating from her eye sockets. It was unnatural.  

“You’re a monster” You utter the words in disbelief, your eyes wide at the creature staring back at you.  

She advances again, giving you a better look at her disguised form. It looks starved, deprived of meals.  

“A Djinn” her voice echoes as she closes the space between you two. Your mind fills with confusion at her words. You feel her cold touch, gripping your chin. Before closing your eyes due to the blue light blinding you, your eyes focus on her tattoos and how they move… all travelling towards her hand, to her grasp on your face.  

Another wave comes rushing through you, but this time it’s peaceful. Not a nauseating sensation but a sense of euphoria. Your eyes roll back, as her toxins continue to seep into your pores. Your mind is abruptly cleared as a moment of clarity hits you. You find yourself in a different world, such as a dream. Your body completely relaxes without instruction. Everything feels… calm. Calm enough to let yourself fall further into the hallucination.  

“Grab the girl, I got this!” You hear a deep shout somewhere in the distance, or maybe it’s right in front of you. The now familiar haze in your mind makes it impossible to decipher. Maybe there is no voice at all.  

“Dean!” Another voice echoes nearby.  

You feel yourself losing consciousness as your hands are suddenly free from their restraints. Your vision starts spinning once again as you feel yourself being lifted from the ground. The motion of being airborne is enough to make you blackout due to being so vertiginous. The last thing you can remember is your arm wrapped around someone’s neck, as this person carries you in theirs. Your fingertips brush against slick, long hair.  

“Jax?” you weakly whisper before slipping into the darkness once more. 

                                                        ~

“Found it! Jax, I found her!” Juice shouts as he runs through the clubhouse, holding his laptop above his decaled head. Jax, who was just inches from walking out the front door snaps around, his face riddled with worry and downright anger.  

“Where!?” The president barks back, his glare piercing juice’s very soul. He wastes no time as he turns, continuing to the railing outside, which is accompanied by several Harleys. Following Jax were his comrades from the SOA crew.  

“Her cell just came back into service; the ping shows she’s 40 miles out headed towards Oakland. She’s on the highway right now” Juice said, placing the laptop on the outside bench and reaching for his helmet sitting on his bike.  

“Aye, Niners Jackie boy” Chibs speaks as he buckles his own helmet on. Jax looks into his brothers’ eyes with flared nostrils, seething.  

“If they fucking touch her- “

“Go get our girl and bring her back!” Bobby interrupts from the club door, hollering at the cavalry of big men in leather kuttes straddling their roaring machines.  

“I got this; you guys go!” He motions to the men to head out. The clubhouse is accompanying more and more bodies as Jax had ordered a lock down since the discovery of your disappearance. He has learned his lesson from previous threats, it’s the quickest way to make sure all the women, children and other men of mayhem are accounted for.  

Bobby chose to stay back and monitor in case the wrong people came knocking. He was doubtful that this was a distraction tactic but the one thing he did know, is that anything can happen. As he watched the bikers ride out, he was thankful for wearing his black shades, as he would have trouble believing his own concealed expression. There was a chance you weren’t making it back this time, and everyone knew.  

One by one, they follow their leader, silently preparing themselves for the worst. Jax however, was preparing for war while struggling with the ongoing battle in his head.

Jax hates, truly hates himself for being selfish. It’s exactly what this is. He hates that each time your life has been in danger, he has to face the picture of standing over top your headstone.  

Since you came back to Charming, Jax vowed to serve you, protect you, love you. He knew he was destined to be yours when you told him the life didn’t scare you, just the fear of losing him. You agreed to be his old lady, despite all the risks and stand by his side during all the chaos.

Even though Jax would never leave the club, he wishes he could. Every day he thought about how you deserved more. Just like him, you suffered sleepless nights, restless days, endless dry throat from all the cigarettes you smoked to ease the stress away. He thought about the way you startle each time your cell rings, adrenaline consuming you as you brace yourself to receive bad or very bad news. This life, it too affects you. He’s selfish because he holds your freedom in his hand. A better existence. Fuck, you’d do anything for this man no matter how deep it hurts. Yet, he’ll never set you free. You are the only light in his days of darkness, his one true love. This life isn’t easy, but no matter what, you always look evil right in the eye and challenge it. You’re a fighter, and you fight hard. It’s another reason why he loves you so effortlessly. You’d listen if he told you to walk away, to leave Charming and he knows it, but he also knows he’d find you dead before ever granting you that peace.  

He tries his damndest to keep his eyes dry, to override the blue with pure red hate, but regardless of his efforts, the tears fall, disappearing into the wind. He wreaks on the throttle harder, hoping the rumble would drown out his sorrow. 

                                                              ~

“Dean, It’s the only antidote we have, that blue eye freak got away. There’s a chance we’ll need this once we find her again and kill her for good.” The agitated voice spoke right beside you.

“Sammy, I’m not saying this again, give her the fucking antidote.” Someone responded from further away. It was hard to tell over the rumble of.. a car?  

“Such a waste, we don’t even know her!” You felt a grip tighten around your arm.

“Give it to her, now!”  

“Fuck!” You shriek as your arm is stabbed with a needle birthed from a large syringe. The sharp infliction snapped you out of whatever previous fog you were residing in or maybe it was the effect of the content that was administered into you.  

“That fucking hurt!” You shout, ripping your arm out of the stranger’s grasp and holding onto the spot that feels like its bruising already.  

“Yeah, well it was that or deteriorate due to your blood getting sucked out, disintegrating your brain” He responds, seemingly sarcastic whilst putting the needle away into a bag.  

“Jesus Christ” The voice comes from the driver seat. You look over at the rearview mirror in the darkness, suddenly catching a glimpse of deep green eyes accented by freckles as he drives underneath a spotlight. His face disappears as the dark of the night envelopes the inside of the car once more.  

You look up at the man who had been manhandling you in the backseat to find him staring back at you.  

“I think it worked” Sam says, looking passively towards the driver. You rub your eyes, as if when you open them again, you’d be back home.  

“Good, we’ll keep her at the motel. Try and stray the Djinn off her scent.”  

“Why? it would make more sense to use her as bait, draw the djinn back in and finish it off.”  

“She doesn’t need to be a part of it Sam.”  

“She became a part of it when she almost died, Dean.”

As you listen to these men banter your conscience becomes clearer. You have no idea where they were taking you, what had happened to the creature that was apparently about to feed on you, and what the SONS may be doing to find you. With rising confusion, you snapped.  

“Who the hell are you guys!?” You blurt out, interrupting their fight. “And what the fuck was that thing back there!?” You point your thumb towards the rear window.

“Because I swear when she touched me, it felt like… I was drifting away...” You shift yourself upwards in the leather seat, well more like a bench, in this vehicle that these men threw you into.  

You watch the man who sat in front of you, his broad shoulders rising as he clears his throat.  

“What you saw… is what you think you saw” Dean says slowly from up front, locking his eyes with yours from the mirror again. “She’s a monster… and she was trying to kill you”.  

“We really giving her the talk right now Dean?” Sam says with his eyebrows raised. You side-eye him, shocked by how comfortable this guy is. You wonder if this is something they’ve done before. “The less people know the better” He continues.

“Might as well, she saw too much and clearly she remembers, don’t you?” Dean asks you.

You rub your forehead with your fingers. This is all too much. This isn’t really happening, is it? You’ve spent the last year running away from thugs, for what? To run straight into the arms of monsters?

You scoff to yourself, then inhale deeply through your nostrils, eyes shut trying to center and organize your thoughts. You’re capable of handling a lot of bullshit, but this is next level. You make a silent agreement to figure out the truth first.  

You open your tired eyes, “Alright, one thing at a time.” You mutter just loud enough for them to hear.

“So, you’re Sam?” You point your finger at the long haired, flannel wearing giant who barely fits inside the car. He nodded; his eyes intense as he continued to analyze you. Maybe to see if the antidote was still working.  

“Sam Winchester” He speaks up.  

“Winchester… okay.” You whisper.  

You glance back to the rear mirror, searching for those earthy forest green eyes.  

“Dean, is it?” You question him in the dark as he continues driving down the wet highway.  

“That’s right sweetheart” You could hear the smirk on his lip, and you barely know the guy… Kidnapper, savior, whatever he is.  

you correct him by giving your name. “That’s a pretty name” Dean replies before his brother interjects with a huff.

“We’re brothers, we work this gig together” Sam says.  

You pause with your brows raised. “Gig … as in … killing monsters?” you speak slowly, feeling silly even saying the words.  

“We hunt monsters, then kill them. It’s sort of a family business” Dean explains.  

You stare at him in disbelief, jaw agape. “Okay…” You drawl out.  

“The thing that attacked you was a Djinn. They infuse their victims with poison, which acts as a hallucinogen, which you learned. As you dream away, they drain you of blood until you’re all dried up. The poison also seeps into your bloodstream slowly shutting down your entire system, hence why you needed the antidote.” Sam ever so calmly reveals what could have been your fate.  

“Right…” You shake your head, still trying to register all that has occurred. It doesn’t help that every time you close your eyes, you see that blue haze, scouring the inside of your eyelids like veins.  Just as you’re about to question more, a white sign with black fonts catches your eye as you speed by.  

“OAKLAND”

“Wait, wait, where are you guys going?” Your voice starts to raise as your panic quickly surfaces.

As if Dean can hear the unease in your tone, he responds softly.

“Back to our motel. You gotta stay there and we’ll go back out and finish the job. We’ll take you home when it’s safe”.  

You hear Sam scoff.

“Yeah no, I think I’ll manage just fine on my own actually. We need to turn around and head back to Charming, like now”.  You turn looking out the back window wondering if Niners are trailing the impala.  

“Oh yeah? Being tied up to a pillar is how you manage? How’d that work out again?” Dean questions, tearing his eyes from the road and meeting your gaze with furrowed brows.  

“Yeah, thanks for saving me, I get it” You spit back with your arms crossed, shooting a glare at Sam who clearly didn’t want to give you the antidote. He shrugs his shoulders back at you.  

“But listen, I’ve got bigger problems on my tail than this monster you guys are hunting, I need to get back to Samcro” You demand, catching Dean's eyes in yours.  

“I can’t do that” he says matter-of-factly as if he actually has control over you.  

“Hah” You laugh out loud. “Little do you know we’re probably being hunted right now” you say with a grin.  

“What are you talking about?” Sam turns to you.  

“I deal with real monsters on a daily basis, your worst nightmare is my constant” You speak with one brow raised. “Have you ever heard of a group called Sons of Anarchy?”

Dean stared at you through the mirror, you could just see his half smile cracking, showing a little bit of his perfect teeth “Oh? Those old boys that ride scooters?” he chuckles.  

And it was as if Dean had summoned Jax Teller, the Reaper himself because there it comes. The loud rumble of the Harleys, sounding like the impending hoof beats of the horsemen of the apocalypse arriving on the battlegrounds of war.  

“We got company” Sam states, as he crawls over the seat from the back to join Dean in the front, he opens up the glovebox and pulls out a pistol.  

“Guys, guys just pull over” you try to suppress the panic in your throat. The last thing you need tonight is to get caught in the middle of a full-blown drive by.  

Just like that, the men in kutte open fire while they gain speed. That’s their first warning to the brothers to pull over. They intentionally miss the impala as they presume you’re inside.  

“Fuck that” Dean curses as he slams on his brake causing an ear-piercing squeal followed by the stink of burning tires - a sharp punch to the nose.  

“Jesus!” You spit as you hold onto the seat in front of you to brace yourself.  

“Stay in the car” Dean commands as he and his brother step out, slamming the doors behind them.  

“For fucks sakes” you mutter underneath your breath as you attempt to crawl over the seat yourself.  

The Harleys come to a screech themselves as the men all then quickly step off their steeds. Each one, reaching and pulling out their weapons to point at the brothers. The sounds of Glocks being cocked simultaneously, echo into the night.  

Sam and Dean follow suit, raising their own guns, facing the crew.

“Jackie boy, these guys are looking a little too white to be niners” The Scotsman shouts to his president.

“She’s with them” Jax murmurs lowly. His skin screaming, he knows you’re in the impala, he can feel it. He takes his helmet off before hanging it on the clutch.  

The blonde man is yet to be armed as he plucks a cig from his pack in an all too calm manner. He slows his strides as he walks over to the brothers in his famous swag, one white sneaker in front of the other. He places his smoke in between his lips before pausing to light the end. His sharp framed face looks eerie, as the light from the flame casts shadows across his cheekbones.  

In the still air the crackle of his intake is loudly audible. The smoke drifting from his nostrils before he exhales

His stance expelled power. His feet planted widely apart from each other, one hand to his mouth assisting his smoke. The other clutching his belt buckle. He let his hand fall down, exhaling once more before breaking the silence and the hair-pulling tension.

“Give her to me” He finally speaks, in a low haunting tone. His eyebrows raise with his words before furrowing. He can see your shadow moving in the vehicle, bringing an instant blanket of relief over him.  

“Not gunna happen, pretty boy. Unlike you guys, trafficking isn’t really our style.” Dean spits out, never wavering his raised hand, gripping his gun. He can only assume these guys wanted to hurt you, that they used you for whatever needs they required. The fact that they’re chasing you down, guns out, demanding for you like some piece of property, enraged him to his very core. He never liked gangs to begin with but a biker gang? What a joke. He’s familiar with the Sons of Anarchy as he’s a man of research whenever he goes into any new town to hunt. Within moments of searching up Charming, the notorious Men of Mayhem found their way onto the Google search page. They seem to cause trouble, attend a charity here and there, then more trouble again. Their reputation, other than running a consensual brothel which is right up Deans ally, bothers him.  

Jax lets out a chuckle, flicking his lit bud to the side of the road. Before it can land onto the wet concrete, Jax pulls out his own piece and points it right at the shorter, dark-haired brother. The taller one flinches at his motions, looking over at Dean. Jax could tell he was trying to read his face, to navigate their game plan.  

The Impala door squeaks open, and a light thud sounds as you stumble onto the road as you pull yourself out.  

“Wait! Don’t shoot” You call out, causing all the men to turn their attention to you. Jax’s breathing stops as he watches you approach him.  

Abruptly, Sam puts his hand across your torso, blocking you from your path; his other still holding the gun.  

“Get your fucking hand off of her” Jax then points the gun at Sam as the men behind him holler with rage.

“Move” you mutter as you shove his hand off, continuing towards Jax unphased as you walk to him in line of his weapon. 

Dean calls out your name, watching you walk to the leader, his heart pounding while thinking the worst.  

Jax scowled at the sound of your name coming out of another man's mouth. He keeps his eyes on Dean as he clutches your waists and pulls you into him. The brothers seemed utterly perplexed that you weren’t a target; more so a member.

With a scowl still residing on his face, he finally breaks the eye contact from Dean to you.

“You okay Darlin’?” He murmurs to you as you lean into him.  

“Yeah, I’m fine, get them to put their guns away Jax” you motion to the armed crew behind him “they didn’t hurt me” He tilts his head at you with confusion, his icy cobalt eyes scanning your face.  

You turn to the brothers, their concern growing. You knew they didn’t want them knowing about their... occupation. You remembered what Sam said earlier “The less people know, the better”

You look back at your dark prince.  

“They saved me Jax, I was tied up in a house” you start to explain “I’m pretty sure it was the Niners, but… I can’t remember shit” you rub your head as you blatantly lie through your teeth.  

The brothers were first to lower their guns, Dean raising his hands in surrender.  

“She’s telling the truth” He says, speaking directly to Jax.  

“We were in the area, heard her screaming, thought we’d check it out.”  Sam explains.

“Did you see them?” Jax asks, clutching your waist tighter, bringing his gun down.

“No, by the time we showed up, it was just her'' Sam pitches. “We untied her, carried her out of the house, just trying to help her”.  

“Aye, and what were the two of you planning on doing to ... help her?” Chibs spoke out as he grabs his scarred cheeks, trying to conceal the pure hell boiling internally. He doesn’t trust these guys as far as he can throw them. Nothing about this made sense.  

Dean scoffs, shaking his head. “She might be right, maybe they do see worse shit than we do” he says, mumbling to his taller brother.  

With a dry chuckle, Sam responds “Yeah, you’re telling me”.

Jax releases you, as he tucks away his piece before sliding both hands into his pockets motioning his chin at them with his jaw clenched.  

“Wanna tell me why you two are driving around Charming in some shit impala then? Besides searching for women in distress?” Jax speaks sharply, his words laced with hostility.  

Dean closes his eyes slowly, his hand curling into a fist. “Shit impala” being repeated in his head. That car is his baby.

“We’re just driving through; we’ll be out of here by tomorrow” Sam intercepts knowing damn well his brother is still trying to recover from that comment.  

“Tonight” Jax demands through gritted teeth. He wanted these men out of sight. It didn’t add up, the Niners haven’t had beef with the SONS. Why were you taken? Why did you stay with them? Did they make you feel safe? Was he not enough?   

“Tsk” the click of Dean's tongue echoes down the highway before he purses his lips.  

“Or what?” he says with a half-smile. He couldn’t help it, he liked to get under people's skin and there was something about Jax that just pissed him right off. It was the entitlement, or maybe it was the fact that you were so calm about the matter, around guns, around bad men. He wondered what kinds of hell they put you through in order to be so tough-skinned.  

“Fuck around and you’ll find out” Opie utters, stalking up to join his blood brother in their battle of wills against these two posers. Settling his deadly glare on the taller one with the mop of hair on his head.  

“Oh, like how you found her?” Dean snaps back, his voice a deep rasp. “Maybe you should take better care of your women or better yet, maybe I should stay in town, just to make sure she stays alive, cause if it wasn’t for us buddy, she’d be cold by now.” He motions his index finger at you.  

Your President jerks forward but before he can get his hands on Dean standing in front of him, you shove yourself in his path, grabbing his kutte in fistfuls. Glaring at his brothers over his shoulder to back down.  

“Jax” you breathe, looking up at him “They’re not a threat!”  

“I really don’t give a shit” He says, leveling you with his dark eyes. That’s when you know he’s plotting his revenge for you later on. Disappearing doesn’t go unpunished, even if you were kidnapped.

You swallow hard. This isn’t the man that was smitten by you, how his eyes would sparkle at the sight of you, the man that appreciated hearing your two cents, the man that would softly ask you to listen to him when he was frustrated, no. This was the Reaper, and he’s very unforgiving. You know when you’re out of bounds with him, and as of right now you’re on the tipping edge. You blink rapidly realizing just how affected he is by the words spat by Dean. You release his kutte from your hands, feeling his anger radiating from his body. Before you can speak, he cuts you off.  

“Sit your ass down on the bike and shut your mouth” he says to you coldly.  

That was a direct order. You’re grateful for the dark of the night as it hides the growing red in your cheeks. You hate when he embarrasses you in front of his soldiers like that. You can feel the looks of concern settling on you, the men in kutte don’t particularly like it either but, that’s what being an old lady entails and you signed up for it.  

Dean watches you with Jax, his entire body tense with rage. He can’t even begin to understand the relationship you share with this man. He can’t fathom how you’re a part of a gang. You seemed so innocent, so defenseless tied up to that pillar in the cellar. Yet here you stand, next to the President of murderers. Hell, he barely knows you but for some reason, he doesn’t want to leave you there. Not until he knows for sure, that you truly feel safe.  

The air is so silent you could hear a pin drop. You slowly make your way over to Jax’s Harley, quietly slipping on his helmet and swinging a leg over the seat. You keep your gaze down, eyes locking onto a little pebble sitting by the kickstand of Jax's bike.

Jax analyzes Dean, how he watches your every step. He grows more and more infuriated as he witnesses Dean struggling not to call out to you, like he thinks he’s some knight in shining armor ready to rescue you from the Dark Prince you’ve seemed to settle with. It looks as if he is worried about you. And Jax simply doesn’t like that.  

“Hey, you gunna be okay?” your head snapped up at Dean who called out to you. His forehead creased with lines as he awaited your response. His carelessness was going to get him killed.  

“Don’t fucking talk to her” Jax shouts as Opie intervened, standing in between. 

“Ill be fine” you responded to Dean in the smallest voice, that it squeezed his heart. You feel guilt rising as you deliberately ignore the glare from Jax for disobeying his orders.  

“Tonight it is then” Sam states, not wanting to pursue this any further. His focus was on hunting, not this ‘who’s dick is bigger’ pit fest. He turns to Dean, nodding his head to the impala. “Let’s go”.  

Dean remains in his stance, his eyes flicker back at Jax once more, letting out a scoff before following Sam.   

“Hey brother, we’ve got the clubhouse on lockdown still. We should get back.” Opie turns to face Jax, trying to read his expression.  

“Time to let these wankers get on the road aye?” Chibs joins in. “She’s safe n with us now” 

Jax stares at the mystery brothers with his brows furrowed. Absorbing all the details of their features, their car, their potential baggage. He would be sure to remember them if they ever step foot near his town again and more importantly, come near you.  

Nothing more had to be said between the standoff of Jax and Dean, their eyes said enough. Jax turns, patting Opie’s chest. “Let’s go brother” he commands.

Collectively the men begin to board their steeds.  

You peer up from your lashes, feeling his presence as he walks towards you. He slips his black leather gloves on and by surprise he grips your face, squeezing your cheeks together before giving you a hard kiss.  

It’s clear he is marking his territory in front of the brothers; you really aren’t sure why he’s so threatened by the two. You deal with perverse men on the daily, but Jax very seldom had this reaction. He releases your cheeks, glaring towards Dean as he stood watching the two of you before opening the impala door. Once Jax sits on the Harley, you wrap your arms around his waist.  

Discreetly you look at the Impala once more, to see Dean looking back at you through his side mirror. You wanted to tell him that you’re thankful he saved your life, to tell him that you’re safe in this club. Well for the most part anyways. You wanted to apologize for the way the sons greeted them. But you knew this was the last interaction you’d have with the Winchesters.  

Your heart sinks when the engine turns over. You don’t like this feeling of uncertainty residing within you. You have so much more to learn about, this whole deal with monsters? Is this Djinn still tracking you down? Are you watching the only people that could protect you, drive away out of town, out of your life? You’re left with so many questions and an atmosphere that makes you feel incredibly alone.  

The machine below you roars to life, rumbling underneath you, the sound growing louder as Jax steers around. He then squeezes the clutch, and revs his engine, causing the tires to spin out spitting up gravel on the side of the highway which coincidentally patters the rear of the impala before heading back to the direction they came from.

BANG!

Your shoulders dip, your ears ring slightly at the sound of a gun going off. You frantically release one hand off Jax, to turn and look behind you, the wind causing your hair to blow across your face. Your eyes scan, as you’re worried that they had killed the brothers. Tig was the last one following the comrade, holstering his Glock with a smirk across his face. With a sigh of relief, you see Sam step out of the impala, to inspect what appeared to be a side mirror blown into pieces on the ground.  

The last thing you saw was Dean stepping out with his hands behind his head, before dropping his arms in frustration. You truly feel bad for them, they don’t deserve this treatment. Surely anyone who offers a hand in protecting your life would be put on a pedestal by Jax but this time, it seemed as if death was as good a reward as any. You feel his chuckle through his kutte, as he’s pleased with Tig’s style of amusement. You place your hands back around Jax, pressing your cheek up against his back. With shut eyes, you try to mentally prepare yourself for the chaos awaiting you back at the clubhouse.  

But due to the exhaustion of the night, you drift in and out of sleepiness on the way back to Charming, your mind replaying the scene of those deep green eyes, accented by freckles underneath the passing streetlights.  

Taglist @sarah-bear706318 @witchthewriter @spaghettificationandpretzels @ambassadortotrilliusprime @freddaemagnifica @deans-spinster-witchs-favorites @spngingerbread21 @davten74 @alohomorasomnium   @withmyteeth

[asirensrage]

WIP Tag Game!

I was tagged by @themaradwrites for this. Thanks! I'm a little afraid lol

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs

Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down (Stranger Things. Steve Harrington x OC)

Erudite!Eric - a study in intimacy (Divergent. Eric x oc)

Matt and Billy and OC make 3 (MCU. Matt Murdock x Billy Russo x oc)

Tammy - Alternate POVs

there’s a heaven above you (oc x the lost boys)

Halloween Challenges/Prompts (various)

the weight of all my sins Naruto ideas (various including Kakashi x oc)

Something Missing (something strange) (Gaston x oc)

Divination as a Diversion (Hermione Granger x The Darkling)

Serendipity - Wick fic (John Wick x oc)

cassia and varro (Spartacus: Varro x OC)

Reality is Fictional (who even knows. Various)

Saudade - May you be cursed to never find peace (Tokyo Revengers, OC x various)

Dig My Grave (take my hand). It's just a quirk. (My Hero Academia. Dark fic. Dabi x OC)

An Offering and The Sacrifice (Demon Slayer. Rengoku x OC)

Tokyo Revengers Oneshots

KNY Oneshots

Alpha (original work)

The question is timing (Naruto/KNY crossover. Sakura centric)

JJK - Balance (Jujutsu Kaisen. Various)

plane ideas and sleep deprivation

poetry (original work)

The Good In You (MCU. Steve Rogers x OC)

Prompts (various)

Soulmates (various)

AU Oneshot Ideas (various)

Dark Drabbles

Joyce Summers. Assassin. Conman. Thief. Mother. (BtvS. undecided)

A Slayer in Hawkins (Stranger Things/BtvS crossover. undecided)

Quest for the Ages (Divergent: Eric x OC Quest)

dreaming of falling (Divergent: Eric x oc Quest)

well well look who's at it again (SoA. Jax Teller x oc)

season 2 (SPN. sequel to Crossfire Sam x OC)

season 3 (SPN. third in Crossfire series - Sam x oc)

Ice Ice Baby (Stranger Things. Eddie x oc Emma)

favours (leverage. undecided Eliot x oc or Quinn x oc)

For the Children (Leverage. Eliot x oc)

Between Discord and Rhyme (Teen Wolf. Derek Hale x oc)

Riptide (Spencer Reid x oc)

Skywalker rewrite (Star Wars. various)

Les Tres Geckos (From Dusk til Dawn. Richie x oc)

Coffee Shop AU (original)

Fae Mafia (original)

this isn't even all of them...

tagging: @arrthurpendragon @faithfire @rey-of-luke @mabonetsamhain @chickensarentcheap @residentdormouse @renhoeku @comatosebunny09 and anyone else who wants to join in/share

[binickandros]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @staceymcgillicuddy. Thanks!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

42! I have more on ff.net.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,612,657. She a chatty bjtxh.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

rn just Stranger Things, but in the past I've written for Criminal Minds (that's sort of...ongoing, I guess), L&O:SVU, The X-Files, Sailor Moon, Doctor Who, Supernatural, Sons of Anarchy, The Stand, and Homicide: Life on the Street. Also there's my roosthoard crackfic.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Sharp as Nails, Soft as Honey (hellcheer)

You've Earned It (Barba/Carisi from SVU)

Longing (Juice/Chibs from SoA)

Come With Me Tonight (Juice/OC, SoA)

The Space Between (hellcheer)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! Sometimes I forget and then I feel awkward replying like ages later. I never replied to a bunch on Space Between and feel bad about it. :/ So now I try to respond right away bc I want ppl to know how much I appreciate their support.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

None of my fics end angstily. They might have angsty events, but everything always resolves happily. I write fic to fix shit, not to make it worse!!

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Ummmmm...lol! Probably the sort-of crackish sequel to Come WIth Me Tonight, Under My Skin. Juice, Chibs, and my OC move to a Greek island and raise goats and bees and have sex all the time. What could be better??

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not lately, but Come With Me did get some bullshit, mostly bc the SoA fandom didn't like the idea of a more submissive Juice Ortiz (dumb, frankly), and they just in general like to hate on OCs.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yup. Didn't start until my spn fic, Half of Something Else, but since then yeah. Most of them have had smut. Sometimes it's more vanilla, but I usually do prefer to play with power dynamics. Some have outright D/s stuff goin on, but I usually don't get that "formal" with it.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I've got the crack-ish roosthoard fic, which I plan on turning into a series, and once I tried to write an X-Files/CriMi but couldn't really get anywhere with it. So usually no, I don't.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know. I'm not popular enough, which is fine w me.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I was about to say no, but then I remembered back in the day someone translated my Sailor Moon fics. So yes!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Sort of? Like, not officially, but nearly everything I write these days is at least partially co-written with @tonybourdain

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Oh gosh. Ummmm...okay, either Jon/Aryn from Farscape or Jaime/Claire from Outlander.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Oh geez. I want to finish my Stand fic SO badly, but idk if it's gonna happen. Also my SoA fic Get You In. I know what I want to happen, but writing it is the hard part. :/ But the one I know I'll probably never finish is Collide, my SVU fic. Like the other two could get finished some day, but that one? Prob not.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, esp banter. I think I'm pretty funny. Also giving my sentences and paragraph a certain rhythm. I have a good ear.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I get stuck in ruts. Like repeating myself a lot.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've done bits and pieces of other languages in my fic, but if I needed anything more complex or longer, I'd get someone who spoke whatever language to help me.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Homicide: Life on the Street, I think. Then very shortly after that, The X-Files. Or maybe vice versa I don't remember.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I really really love my spn fic Half of Something Else. There's this whole bit that takes place near a swamp that I just adore. But also my SoA magnum opus, Come With Me Tonight. I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into that baby.

Right now I'm really enjoying my current hellcheer WiP, With Teeth. I think it's gonna be good.

I'm gonna tag @anniecrestaodairs, @prosopopeya, and @lightsaroundyourvanity

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Adventure: Part 5

Pairings: John Winchester x Reader (SOA/SPN crossover)

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst.

Word Count: 3,128

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

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It took all night to get Emma to calm down and finally go to bed. She screamed her poor, little heart out through her bath, over the music you played on your phone, and even after you wrapped her in John’s shirt. The only time she didn’t scream is when she ate around ten-thirty pm and four am and you thanked the lord when she cried herself to sleep at five-fifteen. Which lasted all of an hour when someone began pounding on the front door.

“I got it, lass.” Chibs said sleepily as he shuffled past the guest bedroom with his gun hanging by his side. You nodded as you rolled out of bed and went over to the pack and play.

“Come on, Em. Give mommy and grand pop a break, little girl.”

“Hey… what’s all the crying for?” John asked softly as he dipped into the room. You looked over your shoulder at him and burst into grateful tears as Chibs went back to his room and shut the door a little sharply to finally get some sleep.

“Thank God.” You said as you passed off Emma. “I’m fine just make her stop, please.” He smiled and nodded as he cradled his little girl to his chest.

“Hi princess. Hey.” He cooed as he walked back over and closed the door. “It’s OK, Emma. Daddy’s here. Yea, daddy’s here.” As if he was a magic pill, Emma almost instantly quieted down and fell asleep on his chest. He chuckled as he sat down on the bed beside you.

“You stink.” You said as you curled up in a ball against his side.

“Spent the night in the woods, baby girl. I should stink.” You nodded your head and closed your eyes as he ran his fingers through your hair. “Sleep, sweetheart. I got her.”

——

You woke up a couple hours later to a loud, squealed laugh from the bathroom across the hall from your bedroom. A smile pulled at the corner of your lips as you rolled off the bed, stretched for a moment, and followed the sound to the bathroom. Chibs’ door was open so you figured he had left as you pushed open the bathroom door.

“…yea, then your brother shot him right in the head with the flair gun.” John said in a sing song voice as he brushed his fingers through Emma’s hair to wash the honey apple baby wash out of her brown curls. “Yea, he did.”

“Are you traumatizing our child already?” You asked as you leaned on the door frame to watch with a smile.

“I’m educating our child.” He said with a smile as he got some water in his hand and rinsed off his daughter. “Yes, I am.” He glanced over at you and blew you a kiss as he poured more water down the back of Emma’s head. “Chibs left. Said to stick around, he’d come back to say bye in a couple hours. And she ate breakfast.”

“Thank you, baby.” He nodded and smiled back down at Emma.

“I missed you both so much.” He said as he kissed her forehead.

“Oh, we most definitely missed you too. Want me to take her so you can finish up?” He nodded and you pushed off the wall to grab your daughter. “Come here baby.” You said as you grabbed her towel off the closed toilet seat and tossed it open over your shoulder. John opened the door and handed you Emma, who nearly instantly started to cry.

“Aw, it’s OK, princess. Daddy’s right here.” He chuckled as you wrapped her in her towel.

“You spoil her to much, John.” You said with a shake of your head.

“She’ll be back to normal in a day or two. I promise.”

“Hey, now. All you’ve done is cry, baby girl. What’s all that about, huh?” You asked as you carried her into your room while toweling her off. “What do we wanna wear today?” You asked yourself as you put Emma in a diaper while she was distracted by the fan above your head. You grabbed your duffle and set it on the bed with a hum as you put your knee on the bed beside your daughter so she didn’t roll. You smiled as you grabbed a pink onesie you found in a thrift store that read ‘I’m cute, mom’s hot, dad’s screwed’ and put her in that. You were just putting a pair of cute, ruffled, black bloomers when John came in.

“So did you have fun here?” John asked as he came in to get dressed.

“Well I don’t know if you can call it fun.” You said as you picked up Emma and put her in the new bouncer. “Interesting would be a more appropriate word I think. Got this.” He looked over at you as you grabbed the manilla envelope out of your bag and tossed it on the bed.

“Holy shit.” He said as he grabbed a stack of cash and ran his thumb over the edge. “There’s gotta be like…”

“Almost two hundred thousand dollars? Yea, Jax sold our house. Saved over half of it for me. I spent some of it on stuff we needed for her and then opened up a bank account in Emma’s name with fifty grand in it for college and shit. Hope that’s OK.”

“No that’s fine, sweetheart. That’s good thinking.” He put the money back in the envelope and handed it back to you. “It’s your money, baby girl…”

“Our money.” You said as you shoved the envelope back in your duffle. “And Jax is selling my old car for me, too. So we’ll have that. Maybe we can consider adding a star or two to our hotel every couple months?”

“Or we can get a house.” You looked up at him as you buttoned your shorts and shook your head.

“I don’t want one, John. I don’t want to settle down anywhere. I like being…”

“And you don’t know what you’re really signing up for with a baby on the road long term in the hunters life, (Y/N). You’re gunna either be leaving her behind, alone, while we go and hunt or you’re going to be left behind in a hotel room with her while I go hunting…”

“So being in a house is so much better? Being on the road you at least come home to us every night. We settle down and you come home, what, maybe once a week? Once a month, if I’m lucky? Fuck, I coulda stayed married if I wanted that…”

“OK, OK.” He said as he came over and gave you a hug to interrupt your slightly panicked rant. “No house. We don’t need a house.” You nodded against his bare chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist with a sigh.

“Sorry, it’s just… Charming makes me crazy.”

“You’re always crazy, baby girl.” He chuckled. He rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head before pulling away. “Alright, let’s get the truck packed up so we can get out of here when Chibs comes back. We’ll go find a three star hotel to stay at for a couple days. Maybe scar our daughter a little more by making a second?”

“Not happening, John. One baby is more than enough. You’re too old to chase after two.”

“Hey! I’m not that fucking old!” He laughed as he whacked your leg with his towel.

“Yes you are baby. But it’s OK. I love you all the same.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey (Y/N), is this bag going in the trash?” John called out from the living room as you folded the last load of clothes in the laundry room.

“Is it by the black couch or the brown couch?” You called back as you put a pair of your panties on your pile.

“Black.”

“No, that’s getting donated.” You yelled as you snagged the last sock from the dryer and tossed it on John’s pile. “Wait, let me see to make sure.” You said as you grabbed both of your and Emma’s pile of clean clothes and headed out of the little laundry room off the kitchen into the living room. You looked at the bag of clothes from your car; all stuff that you hadn’t worn since you were a teenager and nodded. “Yea, that’s donation. This one is all trash. And make sure you don’t mix them because some of them are blood stained and we don’t need to explain why.”

“Got it.” He said as he set the donation bag down and grabbed the trash one to take it out back. You continued on to your bedroom, where you had every article of clothing your family owned neatly stacked on the bed to be repacked with some semblance of order in your duffles, when someone knocked on the front door. You dropped the clothes in your arms quickly and ran to the door before who ever was at Chibs’ house could ring the door bell and wake up Emma. You were absolutely not expecting the female officer on the other side of the door.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I’m looking for Filip Telford?” You nodded your head as you put your foot behind the door and closed it a little bit.

“Right house but he’s not here. And you are…?” She sized you up and glanced over your head into the house.

“Lieutenant Jarry. San Joaquin county sheriffs… do you mind if I come in and wait?”

“Do you have a warrant?” You asked without missing a beat, knowing full and well that if you let a cop into a Sons club members house without one you’d be dead in a minute. Her eyes met yours and there was a slight familiarity to them.

“Just a friendly chat. Who are you?”

“None of your Goddamn business that’s who.” She cocked her eyebrows at you as you stood your ground in the sliver of the door way.

“Technically, you’re breaking and enter…”

“Oh, please.” You said with a sarcastic scoff. “I don’t know who you are, lady but I have more right to be here than you do. Not that it’s any of your fucking business but I’m his daughter…”

“Kerrianne?” Your head reeled as you tried to figure out who this woman was as Chibs finally came home.

“Dude, who are you?” You barked over the rumble of the motorcycle. Chibs killed his engine and got of his bike with a shake of his head.

“Althea… no’ a good time.” He said as he headed up the walkway toward you. Your face paled and your stomach rolled as you looked at the woman you only knew by name.

“Althea Jarry of Fresno?” You asked as your head began to spin. She looked over at you a little terrified and nodded her head slowly.

“How did you…?” She asked as you held onto the door for balance.

“You left your two day old daughter at a fire station when you were seventeen with a note that said you were sorry you couldn’t be a parent yet. I’m (Y/N) and you can go fuck yourself.” Without another word to her, you turned on your heel and slammed the door in her face, which woke up Emma again.

“(Y/N)…?” You shook your head at John and continued down the hall to your crying daughter. 

“Get me out of this fucking state.” You whispered as you shook your head. You heard the front door slam once more behind you as you started packing your bags quickly.

“Luv… I didn’ know.” Chibs said as he stuck his head in your door way as John picked up Emma and started to sooth her.

“No one did.” You said as you as you frantically shoved clothes into both bags without thinking. “Not a single soul knew I knew her name. No one knew she left me a letter. No one knew because she didn’t fucking matter in my life. She didn’t want me and I sure as fuck don’t want her. And I don’t want you telling her anything about me. Nothing at all. Nor about Emma. She gave up that chance to know her daughter…”

“(Y/N)…” John said carefully but you shook your head.

“No, fuck her. I…”

“Baby girl!” You looked over at him with your eyebrows raised and your wild eyes searched his. “She wants you. I can’t feed her.” You took a deep breath and looked at your fussy baby girl who was chewing on John’s finger and started to hyperventilate. Tears started pouring down your cheeks as your emotions overwhelmed you.

“Come ‘ere, luv. ’s’a’right.” Chibs said as he grabbed your arm before your knees gave out. He helped you over the pile of clothes and onto your bed. He told John he’d come back in a bit with some water before excusing himself. John climbed up on the bed next to you and gently laid Emma in your arms.

“Fuck her.” He said simply as he unsnapped your nursing tank top while you cradled Emma to your chest. “She’s nothing to us.” You nodded your head slowly and leaned into his side as you helped your world latch on for her lunch. Once you were sure she was eating, you turned into John’s shoulder and simply sobbed.

——

“She’s pulling me over.” John growled as he looked at your birth mother in his rear view mirror.

“I see it.” You said as you looked away from the side view mirror and turned in your chair. You sighed when she hit the siren once and shook your head. “Just pull over.” He nodded his head and pulled the truck over to the side of the road as you leaned into the back seat to pull up the sun shade you had to block your daughter from her view.

“She’s coming around to you.” He warned. You looked up at him through your lashes as you put a rattle Chibs had picked up for your daughter in her car seat beside her.

“Is this really happening?” You inquired as Althea stopped behind you and looked at your back through the tinted window. He nodded his head slowly as she reached up and rapped her knuckle on the glass. With a sigh, you rolled your eyes and sat back in your chair to roll down your window. “How can I help you, officer?” You asked with forced smile.

“Can I just talk to you?” She asked as she took a step closer to the truck.

“Let me ask you something.” John said as he put his arm over the back of the bench seat and turned toward the passenger side window. “Parent to… well, I guess I can’t really call you a fucking parent but we’ll just throw that term in loosely, how about that?” You smirked and quickly covered it with the back of your hand as you looked over at his straight, emotionless face. 

“I have three kids. Two are in their late twenties and one is under a year. My boys lost their mother when they were just babies, one of them no older than my youngest is now. I lost my house, I lost my job, I lost every single thing I had to my fucking name when my late wife passed away except my boys. We lived out of a Chevy Impala, traveling around the country as I looked for whatever fucking work I could find to keep them alive and healthy. Mind you, I was fresh out of the Marines when my oldest was born. Sure, I could have taken the easy way out and put them in the system. Dean was old enough that he’d only partially remember he had a family but Sam was just a baby. He’d remember nothing. They would have been just fine… or they could have ended up like the kid you dumped at a fire house.

They could have bounced around from group home to group home, foster family to foster family, realizing every single day that no one loved them. They could have had to fight for their lives every single moment of every single day to make it through to see the next sun rise. They could have had to live in their car just to get the hell out of the system in any way they could, gotten mixed up in a biker gang at sixteen years old, married off at eighteen, and treated like a piece of shit for the next ten years by the person that was supposed to love and cherish them for the rest of their life because that’s all they felt like they fucking deserved!” He roared before he took a deep breath to control his anger as you turned to give Emma her pacifier. 

“Now you tell me.” He continued as he glared at Althea through the cab around you. “Do you really think you have the fucking right to talk to her? Because I know for a fucking fact if I had dropped my boys off at a fire house, or if I had walked away from (Y/N) and the child we have, I would never, EVER expect to talk to them ever again, even if they were standing right in front of me. And the fact that you think that just because you have a badge, you have the fucking right to talk to her is fucking sickening. Now, unless you were planning on writing me a ticket for something I know I didn’t fucking do, I suggest you get your ass back in your fucking car, turn it around, and drive back to whatever hole you came out of. And you need to stay the fuck away from the woman that you wanted nothing to do with until it was fucking convenient for you.” He dropped his arm and put his truck into drive as Althea nodded and took a step back from the truck.

“You’re such a papa bear.” You said to him as he pulled back on the street while you put the window back up. “So cute.”

“Shut up.” He huffed as you reached over for his hand. He laced his fingers with yours as he pulled your hand over and kissed your fingers. “Love you, baby girl.”

“I love you, too.” You said as you squeezed his hand. “Alright, where we going next? After that shit show weekend, we need to relax.”

“Honestly, I don’t even care.” He said with a glance over at you as he pulled onto the interstate headed out of California. “As long as I have my girls, I’m good.”

[livingdeathbat]

"oh, please don't go, I want you so"

[gottaenjoythelittlethingzz]

Okay so this isn’t really fandoms but the three sentence crossover thing for Schuyler and Svjena?

That’s even better, since both girls are currently competing for my attention! Thanks for the ask!!

~~~

“Are we gonna compare sizes?” Schuyler asks while spinning the throwing knife on her palm in an attempt to impress.

Svenja holds her custom crafted dagger expertly in a manner that suggests she has more respect for the weapon. “I’d much rather see we each put our capabilities to the test. Although I am more accurate with an axe.”

“Whatever the lady wants. I’m not above being taught a few things.”

~~~

Send me two of my fandoms and I’ll write a 3 (ish) sentence crossover. Or send me a “Cast crossover” for a dealer’s choice and I’ll write a short prompt with two of my characters from my 2 different WIPs.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Thinking of writing a crossover fic…but I can’t decide between what???

I would be happy to write for: marvel, dc, spn, peaky blinders, soa, mayans mc, boondock saints, one chicago, dr who, queen of the south, lucifer, Dark-Hunters, umbrella academy, any greek/roman/norse mythology

Anyone have any ideas?

[navybrat817]

Misc. Character Masterlist

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🔥 smut 💓 fluff 💔 angst 💞 AU 🛑 dark content 💙 Navy's faves

Marvel Characters

Brock Rumlow x Reader (See Stucky Masterlist for The Interrogation)

100 Word Drabbles

Private Dance  🔥🛑 (implied) Training Session  🔥🛑 (touching) Power Trip  🔥🛑 (implied) Secrets  🔥🛑 (implied) 

Clint Barton x Reader

100 Word Drabble

Archer’s Rule  🔥

Tony Stark x Reader

100 Word Drabble

Iron  🔥🛑 (implied)

DC Characters

Bruce Wayne x Reader

100 Word Drabbles Cave Roulette  🔥🛑 (implied)

Dick Grayson x Reader

Slow Burn  🔥(Dick Grayson x Reader, Dark!Stucky x Reader) 

Summary: Someone has eyes on a private session

SPN Characters

Dean Winchester x Reader

Marvel/SPN Crossover - (Bucky Barnes x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader) ON HIATUS (not discontinued)  🔥

Bucky Barnes broke your heart, but Dean Winchester picked up the pieces. So what happens when Bucky needs your help?

Look Like Lies - Part 1 

Summary: Dean welcomes you home.

One-Shots, Drabbles and Imagines

Not Stopping  🔥

Summary: You better be quiet if you don’t want Sam to catch you with Dean.

100 Word Drabble

Making Plans  🛑

SOA Characters

Jax Teller x Reader

Detour  🔥

Summary: Jax makes a detour after you teased him.

[oneshotsandheadcanons]

Ya'll, I think I'm the queen of weird dreams, I had one last night that had the premise of supernatural, but it used the SOA cast. It was odd, like it was so weird, I woke up this morning thinking 'What in the actual fuck'

[yourwinchesterbros]

NEW FIC RELEASE DATE!

Hello all! I’m super excited to announce the release date of my SOA X SPN crossover fic – Coming soon near you!

Introducing SUPERNATURAL MAYHEM    

A story where the Sons of Anarchy meet the Winchester Brothers.

Premiering a love triangle between Jax Teller, Dean Winchester and YOU! Will you choose the dangerous life of a hunter or will you choose madness with the sons? 

Set to be released 06.10.23.

Takes place after my Jax Teller fic “Rule Breaker” https://www.tumblr.com/yourwinchesterbros/694609038960361472/rule-breaker-part-one?source=share

To help prepare! Below is a guide to understanding terminology within these worlds. This is built to help readers better understand the meaning behind these words without ever seeing the shows. For those of you who have seen SOA or SPN  you should know these *wink wink*

Charming: A small town in California where the SONS (Sons of Anarchy) clubhouse and automotive repair shop is located.

Old lady: Old Lady is the girlfriend/wife of a SAMCRO member. Under the club rules, an Old Lady is supposed to be shown total respect by all club members and outsiders.

Reaper: Commonly known as Jax Teller.

Men of Mayhem: Men of Mayhem is the rank and patch given to those SAMCRO members who have killed in the group’s name, meaning most members wore that patch on their kuttes (Leather vests).

Djinn: A monster from supernatural that possesses powers to cause victims to hallucinate whilst they feed on their blood.

Baby: Dean Winchesters vehicle, the Impala.

Church: Refers to a scheduled club meeting at the reaper engraved table. 

Gavel: Ceremonial wooden hammer used to lock in decisions and votes made within the members of the club during church.

Hunter: Someone who specifically specializes in hunting monsters.

Trigger Warnings: Smoking, Use/mention of Weapons, Kidnapping, Violence, Cursing, Light smut & fluff! Overall, the general theme of both shows combined. Will attach this post with the fic :)

10k+ Words so I may break it up into two parts!

If you’re interested in delving into this fic once it is out- please let me know and I’ll add you to the tag list! Tagging my mutuals if you’re interested in this read but no pressure if it’s not for you 🖤  @alohomorasomnium @withmyteeth @jvalentinesworld-cokes-hyna @witchthewriter @rayslittlekitten @darklydeliciousdesires @darqchilddaydreamz @spaghettificationandpretzels @impala-dreamer @saracatherine @samcro-jnt 

[unnatural-humanity]

Back Up - Part 1

Summary: You’re Chibs old lady. You’re old friends Sam and Dean call for backup on a case near charming.

Genre: a little bit angsty. Mostly fluff

Characters: Chibs Telford, Reader, Sam and Dean (mentioned)

Pairing: Chibs x Reader

Word Count: 200

Warnings: age difference (kinda)

A/N: I recently started watching Sons of Anarchy, I fell for Chibs and this Idea came up in my head.

“You look ravishing in that suit! You’ll make a great fake FBI agent!”, I placed my hands on the chest of my boyfriend's chest, smoothing down the non-existing wrinkles,”Come on. Sam and Dean are waiting outside.”

“You sure I can pass as a fed? With those?” He gestured up to his scars and turned around, facing away from me, arms crossed.

“Chibs.”

“No, Elizabeth. There will be stares. There are always stares!”, he shouted, still not looking at me.

“Filip!”, I called out, “Turn around.” He does as he’s been told, but kept avoiding my gaze.

“Don’t pity me.”

“I don’t pity you darling”, I brought my hands up to caress the scars on both of his cheeks,”I admire your strength. The only thing I see when I look at you, Filip Telford, is a beautiful, strong and clever man. A man I fell in love with!”

“Lizzy… I’m too…”

“Don’t don’t go that way mister! You’re not too old and neither are your hands too bloody. I love you. I’ll always will.” I took his face in my hands and placed a kiss on each of his scars and then on his lips.

[wincestismyguiltypleasure]

@sammyintheskywithdeanmonds I saw your tags on that deliciously gif set of Charlie, my love. Hopefully this will inspire you to write that kinky crossover. 💋

Oh god now I have Jax/Sam/Dean in my head but what if Jax invited the boys over to the bar where he hangs out but maybe they show up early? And Dean being Dean gets into it with someone either over pool or Sam and Sam isn't gonna let that go either and maybe Jax underestimated these boys a little but. What are they into that they take out his buddies so handily?

Dean had just thrown back his fifth shot of tequila when he felt a pair of strong hands clamp down firmly on his shoulders. Sly smile spreading across the hunter’s glossy red lips when the bold stranger’s long, oil stained fingers begin to massage his loose, leather-clad muscles. Out of the corner of his eye, Dean could see the gleam of two rings adorning the fingers that were perched upon his right shoulder; one that read SO, the other NS and just like that, he knew exactly who those hands belonged to.

“You’re early,” Jax whispered in the hunter’s ear as he slid his hands downward, curious fingers eager to explore Dean’s body.

“Perceptive, Mr. Teller,” Dean shot back as he turned his empty shot glass upside down to sit it on the bar. The golden colored liquid burning deep in his chest, making him feel damn good.

“That sharp eye of yours the reason you get to wear that fancy President patch on your kutte?”

“Smartass.”

Dean let out a filthy chuckle just as Jax’s lips found his, the biker’s rough, callused fingers gripping his chin. Jax squeezed his jaw, grip hard enough to bruise as he pulled Dean into a kiss that was more teeth than tongue. Aggressive, passionate, open-mouthed and seriously one of the hottest kisses Dean had shared with someone other than Sam in a long while. Not that he’d ever tell el presidente that. The elder Winchester brother had his pride, after all. 

“Hi there, Jax.”

Jax smirked against Dean’s lips at the sound of Sam’s voice, low and sweet as sin. The biker’s gaze drawn sideways when the younger Winchester slowly leaned over the bar, beer in one hand and a million dollar smile lighting up his handsome face.

“Hey, darlin’,” Jax purred as he maneuvered his way around Dean. “Don’t you look pretty tonight?”

Sam blushed crimson when he felt Jax’s index finger slide past the waistband of his jeans. Slender digit dipping under the elastic of the bright purple lacy panties Sam was wearing, giving them a playful tug.

“They’re Dean’s favorite. He says I look really sexy in them,”Sam mumbled with a shy smile for his older brother.

“Well, he ain’t lying, baby.”

Smiling from ear to ear, Sam had just opened his mouth to respond when a big bald guy covered in tattoos pushed him off his stool at the bar; Causing Sam to lose his balance and hit his head against the wood slab.

“What the fuck?!” Dean bellowed as he quickly rose from his seat to check on Sam, lap soaked with his little brother’s beer that had gone flying.

“What the fuck is right,” the stranger growled, six of his buddies now flanking him. “That was exactly what I was thinkin’ the whole time you faggots were over here playin’ tonsil hockey.”

“Fuck you, you homophobic piece of shit. This is a free country and there ain’t no rules against us kissing in a bar,” Jax retorted as he stepped in front of Sam and Dean.

Behind him, Dean had helped Sam to his feet, the elder Winchester visibly shaking with rage as he wiped the blood from his little brother mouth where the stranger’s cheap shot had split open his lip.

“That might be true, but I ain’t gonna sit here and watch you fairies-”

A well placed fist to the stranger’s jaw was all it took for Dean to insight a riot. Before Jax even had time to blink, the Winchesters were throwing punches like nobody’s business; hands and feet flying everywhere,their haymakers and gabs even accompanied by a few head-butts as the two of them took out their opponents one by one until all seven men lay bleeding and groaning on the dirty hardwood floor.

“C’mon Teller!”

Jax was shaken from his daze when a hand, knuckles bruised and cut, grabbed him by the arm. Sam drug him out of the bar quickly, Dean hot on their heels as they staggered onto the street where Tig, Chibs, and Juice were shooting the shit and having a smoke.

“Jackie! What the hell happened?” Chibs asked, eyes darting back and forth from the battered Winchesters to his untouched friend.

“Shit, you two look like you went twelve rounds with a brick��and lost,” Tig chimed in, reaching out to wipe the blood from corner of Sam’s left eye; the action earning a possessive growl from Dean.

“Trust me Tig, they didn’t lose.”

Snapping out of his shock, Jax grabbed Dean by the lapels of his jacket, pulling him closer so that their faces were only inches apart.

“A mechanic and a would be lawyer walk into a bar and drop seven ‘roid-heads without breaking a sweat,” Jax mused, hazel eyes staring hard into a deep sea of gorgeous green. “Now, unless you two are ninjas on the side, something doesn’t add up.”

“Jax, seriously. It’s a long story,” Sam sighed as Dean slid his fingers into the biker’s heavily gelled hair, smug grin painted across his swollen lips.

“Nah, it’s too late, Sammy. Jax here’s found us out,” Dean chuckled, Jax’s grip on his jacket getting tighter with every condescending word. “Sorry we didn’t tell ya sooner, sweetheart. But you know the first rule of ninja club and all.”

Jax had known, from the first day he’d meant Sam and Dean, that there was something more to the brothers. He could tell just from the way they shot pool and held their liquor that they led a hard-knock life and he’d always wanted to dig further into the boys’ background but there had been…distractions every time he’d tried. Not now though. Jax was focus and he wanted some damn answers. 

“I want the truth, Dean.”

“Mmm, ‘fraid we can’t help you there either. The truth really isn’t our specialty.” 

“Jackie. We should probably take this lovers spat back to the clubhouse. Those boys in there will probably be waking up soon and I’m sure they aren’t gonna be too happy when they do,” Chibs interjected, attempting to break up the intense stare down that Jax and Dean were engaged in.

“C’mon, big brother. Please,” Sam added for dramatic effect, knowing full well that begging would most likely get Dean to listen.

“I want you both to stay at the clubhouse tonight. We’re gonna have a nice long chat about those moves you pulled back there.”

“Sure we will, Jackie,” Dean mocked as he finally let the biker go. “Is that before or after you take off my little brother’s panties with your teeth?”

“Goddamn. How do I get in on that action?” Tig asked with a flirty smile at Sam.

“Fuck off, asshole,” the elder Winchester grumbled, allowing Sam to pull him toward the Impala that was parked a few spaced down from Jax and the boys’ bikes.

“This isn’t over, Winchester. We’re going to talk.”

“Of course, baby.”

Dean was being an asshole but Jax was dead serious. He wanted to know where Dean and Sam had learned to fight like Bruce fucking Lee in his heyday and he wasn’t going to stop until he found out. Sam Winchester in a pair of sexy lace panties be damned. 

Well, maybe he’d take a crack at that fine little ass of Sam’s first…Those panties were seriously sexy.

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Adventure: Part 1

Pairings: John Winchester x Reader (SOA/SPN crossover)

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst

Word Count: 4,063

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“Jax… please let me go on this run.” You asked for the hundredth time as you sat on your shared bed watching him pack his over night bag for the annual bike show down in Arizona. “I promise, I’ll stay out of the way…”

“I said no, (Y/N)!” Your husband snapped as he shoved his shirts in his bag. “God, why can’t you just listen to me for once?” You scoffed, crossed your arms over your chest and actually started pouting as he checked the magazine of his gun and shoved it in the back of his jeans. 

“This is unbelievable, Jackson.” He rolled his eyes and flipped the top of his bag closed with a shake of his head.

“You can come with me next time.” He placated as he came over to your side of the bed and gave you a harsh kiss good-bye. “Love you, baby.”

“Love you.” You grumbled as you watched him walk out the bedroom door, yet again. It had been the same thing at least once a week, every week, for the past ten years you had been married. And it was the last time you were going to sit back and let it happen. The second your front door closed behind the man you had fallen out of love with so long ago, you lurched to your feet and started packing. 

You weren’t that girl that would just sit back while her man went off on all sorts of adventures. You were the girl that went searching for your own adventures. You were the fire house baby foster child that had bounced around the state of California since you were two days old, who started working at a grocery store the day you turned 14 so that the day you turned 16, you could put every penny you saved into a beat up, Ford Maverick. From that day on, with your GED in hand, the world was yours… until you met Jax Teller.

He and Opie had found you, fast asleep, in the back seat of your car in the lot next to Teller-Morrow one early morning after you had raided the garage for tools in a vain attempt to fix your car by yourself by the light of the street lamps. They had knocked on your open door with the wrench you had taken, and startled you so bad, you slammed your head against the low roof of your car. The two men had taken a step back and simply watched as you screamed at them for sneaking up on ‘a poor, defenseless woman like that’ and by the end of the day, Jackson Teller had found his way into your heart and you wrapped yourself around his little finger. 

The two of you did everything together; snuck out until all hours of morning to cause all sorts of trouble and disappeared for entire weekends to the club’s cabin without a word to anyone. Gemma realized quickly that having the pair of you under the same roof would lead to absolutely no good, so she had Chibs take you in just to get you out of your car. That lasted all of a week before you were sneaking into Jax’s bedroom window and he into yours. No matter how hard they tried to keep you apart, there was nothing they could do to stop you from being together. You were just north of eighteen when you got his crow across your lower back and two days after you turned nineteen, you got married. If you had known then what you knew now, you would have never said I do.

“My turn for an adventure, Jackson.” You mumbled to yourself as you pulled the tarp of your old car that was sitting in your garage. You tossed your bag of clothes in the back seat and shook your head, knowing that you were going to have only twenty-four hours to get rid of this car. You checked the stash of cash you had hidden away in the past few months in the middle console as you slid into the driver’s seat and grabbed the keys from the visor.

“It’s my Goddamn turn.”

——

“Stupid piece of shit.” You grumbled to yourself as you stood, staring at your smoking engine on the side of interstate 50 some where in Nevada. “You couldn’t even get me out of Sons territory, could you, you hunk of junk?” You sighed loudly and stood up straight. You watched yet another car drive by without stopping and shook your head. 

“You know, you would think a half dressed, twenty something in itty-bitty jean shorts and a tank top would get someones attention but noooo. They’re just gunna leave me here to die all by my lonesome.” You continued to mutter to yourself as you leaned in the driver side window and grabbed your bag from the backseat. The wad of cash, totaling a sum of just over a couple thousand dollars was shoved in your bra and you shoved your cell phone and your small purse in your backpack.

“And so the adventure begins.” You said as you grabbed your headphones and shoved them into your iPod. With a single glance back at your car, you pulled your shirt down over your tattoo and hand gun, put your bag on your back to try and keep them covered and started walking east. You only walked for an hour before someone finally pulled over and came to your rescue.

“Where you headed?” A handsome man called out as he pulled up along side you in a black GMC pick up truck. You smiled up at the older gentleman through the open passenger window and shrugged.

“No where. Just looking for an adventure.” He chuckled and nodded his head as he leaned across the seat and opened the passenger door.

“Well get in. I can take you as far east as Colorado but I’m going north from there.”

“I’ll take whatever ride I can. That’s the whole point of an adventure, right? I’m (Y/N).”

“John.” The man said as he put his truck in drive and pulled back onto the highway. “You been on the road long?” You smiled and shook your head as you glanced in the side view mirror at the life you were leaving behind.

“Been away from the road too long is more like it.” You looked over at him as he nodded his head in understanding.

“Yea… I know that feeling all too well, sweetheart.” He smiled at you as his brown eyes found yours. “Welcome home.”

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“So, dinner’s on me.” You said as John pulled into the parking lot of a small diner somewhere in northwest Colorado. “Just a thanks for giving me a ride.”

“Oh I can’t let that happen, sweetheart. I got dinner.” You scoffed as you subtly grabbed your Beretta 92FS from the back of your jean shorts and leaned forward to put it in your bag; missing John’s glance over at the black ink sprawled across your lower back.

“What, do I not look like a girl that can handle herself?” You teased as you glanced over at him with a smile. He chuckled as he grabbed his wallet from the slot in the dashboard and shoved it in his jacket pocket.

“I don’t doubt you can. But I know you’re running from something and you don’t have a car or a destination in mind. You’re gunna need all the help you can get so if I can buy you dinner to help you out, I’m gunna.” You hummed and nodded your head as you put on one of Jax’s flannel shirts to keep you warm against the slight bite of cold air outside the warm truck.

“Well thanks. For everything.” He nodded at you as the two of you headed into the small diner. You grabbed a corner booth so that you could face the door; a habit you picked up from years of always having to watch your back. John watched you like a hawk as you tucked yourself into the corner of the booth and scanned the diner for any glimpse of a kutte.

“Can I ask you something personal?” He asked after you both ordered coffees and waters. You nodded as you pulled your left knee up to your chest and propped your foot up on the booth. You watched him sigh as he ran his hand across his salt and pepper scruff. “Did he beat you? Is that why you’re running?” You met his eyes and chose to play dumb.

“Who?” His face deadpanned slightly as he reached across the table and picked up your left hand. You glanced down at your wedding ring and swore softly under your breath for forgetting to leave it at home like you had wanted. You sighed as you pulled your hand back and really looked at your ring. “No. No, he wasn’t abusive.” You said with a slight shake of your head as you pulled off your ring and moved it to your other hand. You looked up at John and shrugged as your waitress set down your drinks. Once you ordered, you sighed.

“We got married when I was nineteen and we had absolutely no business doing so. Sure we loved each other but Jax was the first person that ever made me feel safe. He was the first person that gave me a reason to actually call somewhere other than my car a home. I was naïve when I said ‘I do’ but in the last ten years, I grew up and realized that the life I was in wasn’t the life I wanted. The life style he lived wasn’t where I wanted to be anymore. So I left. You know, he wanted kids? Kids. In a bikers life style? That’s just begging for trouble.”

“So you’re a biker’s wife?” John clarified, the thrill of it sort of exciting to him.

“Soon to be ex biker’s wife.” You reminded him. “All he has to do is sign the papers that I left on his pillow. Like I said, wrong life style. I mean at the same time, who am I to judge when it comes to that kinda shit though? I was a gutter rat growing up. I stole, I lied, I beat the shit out of some girl when I was seven for trying to take my blanket at the group home I was in. Hell, I wanted to join that biker life when I married into it. I wanted to prospect and get patched in. I don’t know. Maybe this is just me being butt hurt that I can’t be one of the guys or whatever. But I’m done. Done with California, done with being a wife to someone who’s never home. I wanna be back on the road and sleeping in my car. I honestly miss being a street rat.”

“Are you sure you’re not just running from your problems?” You looked up at him from the straw wrapper you had been tearing up and startled a bit.

“What?” He sighed and folded his hands on the table.

“Look, I’ve been around the block a time or two. I’ve got two kids and I’ve seen those two run from their problems left and right. Hell, so have I…” You held up two fingers to stop his sentence as the waitress set down your dinners. You gave her a small smile and waited for her to walk away before you looked back at John.

“I am running.” You said matter of factly. “From what, I’m not entirely sure. But I am running and I don’t regret that I’m running. I just… I need something more out of my life. I need…” You shook your head and shrugged your shoulders as you tried to figure out exactly what you wanted to say. “I need to find me again. I don’t know where she went but I need to find her again.”

“I get it.” He said with a nod of his head. “I get it.” He smirked at you as he picked up half of his burger. “Well shit, girl. You want adventure… I got more adventure than you could probably handle.” You smirked as you reached over and snagged one of the fries off his plate.

“Well bring it on. I’m always down for a new adventure.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“OK… brunette or red head?” You asked as you held up the two boxes of hair dye. John glanced up from the thick notebook he was writing in and looked between the two boxes.

“Both.” He said as he looked back down at his book with a smirk. You sighed as you looked at the two boxes again and groaned.

“You’re supposed to be helping me.” You whined as you looked at the colors on the top of the boxes. “And picking a color is being a helpful.”

“Sweetheart, just pick one.” John groaned softly as he pulled off his reading glasses. He searched your eyes for a moment before laughing and pointing to the red color in your left hand.

“Thank you.” You said with a laugh as you set the box of brown dye down on your bag.

“You’re gunna be difficult every step of the way, aren’t you?” He asked as you ripped open the box and rummaged through the directions for the plastic gloves.

“I used to drive my husband crazy because of it. Always indecisive but at least I make driving you crazy fun.” You looked at him through the mirror by the TV with a smile as you started putting the deep red dye in your bottle blonde hair.

“Yea, I’ve known you for less than 12 hours and I already know that.” You couldn’t help but laugh as you sectioned off another part of your hair to dye.

“Hey, you could have left me at the diner. Shit, you could have left me on the side of the road. Why you are keeping me around is beyond even me.”

“Hey, you said it yourself.” John said as he looked back down at his book. “You need an adventure. I could use a little adventure in my life.”

“What, you miss the fun you had in the roaring twenties?” You teased before you dodged a bed pillow he threw at you.

“Ha ha you little shit.” He laughed as he leaned back against the headboard. “Don’t make me regret saving you.” You opened your mouth to retort at the same moment your phone started ringing in your backpack. Both you and John looked over at your bag as Jax’s custom ringtone filled the room. You couldn’t bring yourself to move in that direction to answer it and come up with a lie about what you were doing so you simply let it ring.

“You’re gunna have to answer that eventually, sweetheart.” He said as you went back to dying your hair.

“I have until at least tomorrow night before he realizes I filed for divorce. Once that happens, I’d like to be as far away from California as I can possibly get.” John nodded at you in the mirror as he went back to writing in his notebook. You let him be as you covered every inch of your hair and wrapped the strands in a wet bun on the top of your head.

“So what are you writing anyways?” You asked as he snapped his notebook closed and set it, his pen, and his glasses on the table between your two queen sized beds.

“That is a story for another day.” You nodded as you picked up the remote and turned on the little TV.

“Are you sure you don’t mind me catching a ride with you?” You asked as you flipped through the static riddled channels to find something mindless to watch.

“I’m sure. I know my friend Bobby could use the extra hand and then you’ll have more adventure than you can handle.” You smirked and glanced over at him as you draped Jax’s flannel over your lap to keep you warm until you could wash the dye out of your hair.

“Just passing off the buck. I get it.” John laughed as he toed off his boots and climbed under his blankets.

“Don’t stay up too late. I wanna get on the road early.”

“Yes sir.” You said with a nod as you turned down the volume a bit and turned off the light in the room. You heaved a sigh and looked back at the TV; not noticing John watching you in the glow of the TV.

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“You know you can still go back.” John said softly as he watched you staring at Chibs’ caller ID picture on your cell phone later the next afternoon. He had been the only one calling you every twenty minutes for the past two hours, meaning the guys were back from their run early and Jax had absolutely seen the divorce papers. You shook your head as you forced yourself to hit the ignore button and send him to voicemail.

“I can’t.” You said softly with a shake of your head. You sighed and looked up at the hood of John’s truck with tears in your eyes. “I’m drowning out there. I can’t go back to that life.” He nodded his head as you glanced down at the beep your cell made to announce the newest voicemail. He nodded his head in understanding as he pulled into a place called ‘Singer Salvage’

“Just… know that you can always go back. You just have to ask, OK?” You nodded over at him as he stopped in front of an old, two story house between a black Chevy Impala and a tow truck. 

“Thanks, John. That means a lot.” With a nod from him, you grabbed your bag and got out of the truck. The two of you made it a couple steps toward the door before a loud shout grabbed your attention from inside the house. You and John both drew your guns (for different reasons) and headed up to the porch as the same man shouted once more.

“Bobby?” John called out over the men arguing inside as he pushed open the door and headed inside. You followed after him as the shouts finally became understandable.

“Tell us where the fucking vamps’s are, Crowley!” A younger man that you recognized as Dean from the photos on John’s dash shouted at a well dressed man standing in the middle of the book covered living room. You stumbled over your own feet and caught yourself on the door frame as the four men in the living room looked over at your slight gasp.

“Well now. What have we here?” The well dressed man with a British accent asked as he sized you up.

“Leave her alone, Crowley.” John growled as he side stepped in front of you. “Tell them what they need to know and get the hell out of here.”

“Oh, I’m much rather deal with her, thank you.”

“You’ll deal with us!” Dean growled as you looked around at the men trying to figure out exactly what was going on.

“Tell them what they need to know.” You said as you took a half step around John and looked at Crowley. “You wanna deal with me, you tell them what they wanna know.” You met the man’s deep brown eyes and waited with your gun held out in front of you. You forced yourself to hold your ground as he studied your eyes with a hungry smirk on his face. His head tilted the slightest bit to the side as his eyes trailed down from Jax’s button down over your white tank top to your blue jean clad long legs and the worn out converse you had owned since you were a teenager that were held together by super glue and duct tape.

“Where’d you come from, kitten?” He asked as he found your eyes once more but you shook your head.

“You’re not asking the questions here.” He nodded slowly as he crossed his arms over his suit clad body.

“Oh is that so. Well I don’t think I like those terms…” Without thinking, you reached out and grabbed the large bowie knife John had on his hip. With expert precision, you flung it across the room and the blade nicked Crowley’s ear before embedding into the wall behind him.

“Answer them.” You said evenly.

“And there’s that.” The older man to your left who you assumed had to be Bobby grumbled.

“Don’t. Throw things. At me!” Crowley roared as he glared at you with suddenly red eyes.

“Answer them!” You yelled once more as you cocked your gun. Crowley glared at you for another long moment before sighing the slightest bit.

“Barn, six miles north of town.” You nodded your head at him and lowered your gun the slightest bit.

“Sam, lets go.” Dean said as he headed past Crowley toward the door.

“Hey! Aren’t you going to let me out of this?” Crowley shouted at Dean’s retreating back.

“No.” All four men said as John moved to let his boys go out the door. He sighed as he looked back over his shoulder at you before looking up at Bobby.

“She wants adventure in her life. And obviously, she can handle herself.” Bobby looked back at you and studied you for a moment before shrugging his shoulders.

“Go on, help your boys. I got her.” John nodded at Bobby and pat your shoulder on his way out the door. 

“I’ll be back, (Y/N). Bobby’s better at explaining. Just… stay out of Crowley’s reach. Trust me.” Your brows shot to your hair line as you watched John head out the door quickly. You huffed a laugh as you turned and looked back at Bobby as you put your gun away in the back of your jeans.

“So, what do you got for me? Rock climbing in the Grand Canyon? Maybe white water rafting on the Ocoee?”

“Werewolves in South Carolina.” Bobby said as he moved into your eye line to see how you were going to handle the information. You stayed quiet for a moment as Crowley paced in a circle in the middle of the room.

“Werewolves.” You clarified as you looked between the two men.

“Werewolves. Look, kid. I ain’t the best one to have this talk with ‘cause I ain’t one to sugar coat it. All the shit that you see in the horror movies are real and then some. We hunt ‘em an’ kill ‘em. You stick with John or the boys and you’ll be just fine. They’re the best the hunter world’s ever seen, ain’t that right, Crowley?” You looked back over at the man who was still pacing the floor but he simply shrugged and kept walking.

“Most annoying hunters in the entire bloody universe’s more like it.” He mumbled.

“So what is he? Red eyes like that mean something freaky, right?” You looked back at Bobby as you took a half step more away from Crowley just to be safe.

“Demon. Here, read this first. It’s about as basic as I can get.” You glanced over at Bobby and took the notebook he was handing you. “And uh… sit over here. John’s right. Stay away from Crowley.”

“I’m right here!” The demon shouted as you sat down in the dust covered, single person chair Bobby was pointing at.

“OK, am I allowed to be freaking out here? This isn’t like…”

“Normal, I know.” Bobby said as he started looking at papers on his desk. “Freak out all you want, kid. But welcome to the world. Now you can either get to reading or take the keys by the door for the red hunk’a junk out front and head out. Your call but I got some stuff I could use an extra set’a eyes on.” You nodded your head slowly as your phone started vibrating in your back pocket. You took a half second to weigh the weight of the two worlds before you sat back in the chair and opened the hand written notebook that looked a lot like the one John was writing in the night before.

Part 2

[livingdeathbat]

"I want you, I'll colour me blue, anything it takes to make you stay"

[holylulusworld]

A brand-new life Masterlist

Request: Dean and reader where best friends and in love with each other,she’s younger than him and Sam and still virgin because she for only one guy thighs.When dean go to purgatory her and Sam try to start a new life in charming and tell everyone that are brother and sister(she use the Winchester name)Sam find work in teller officine and her in the bar of the sons and Jax start a crush for her and Gemma likes her so much but,she’s so reserved and every night cry for dean with Sammy hugs ... But one day Jax asks her out and Sammy tell her to give a try that he likes Jax and sometimes he remembers him Dean,so they start dating but nothing more like kiss or make out session because she still heartbroken for D,she have a necklace with D ring. But what happened when Dean come back at their door one night? (The clubs knows who dean is) Angst, Crying, Smut, Fluff, Humor (She will always choose Dean over everyone and lost virginity with him after all) Happy Ending, maybe a wedding? 

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Jax Teller x Reader

Warnings: angst, language, loss of a loved one, sad reader, tension, sadness, dates, bikes, SPN/SoA crossover, fun, fluff, possible smut in future chapters, violence, guns

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

[pink1031]

Your Jax series was amazing! Do you have plans to continue it?

Thank you so much. I don't have plans to continue it but I am working on a SOA/ SPN crossover.