#SPN HIATUS WRITING CHALLENGE 2017 SPN HWC - WEEK 1

[iwantthedean]

Cure for the Ache

Summary: Sam has the perfect remedy for the reader’s hangover headache.  Pairing: Sam x Reader Word Count:700  Warnings: Light smut.  Challenge: SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge - Week 1. 

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“Wake up,” Sam drawled out, whispering close to your ear.

You groaned and rolled away from him. Your head was pounding and you wanted to sleep all day. Fortunately, nausea wasn’t an issue; a lucky thing, considering the amount of liquor you’d consumed the night before.

“C’mon, Y/N.” His fingers ran over your bare shoulder before his lips met your skin. He pecked over the curve of your shoulder, up behind your ear, until you finally opened your eyes to look at the clock.

You groaned. “Samuel Winchester. It is 8:30, I have a hangover, and you’re annoying me. Would you please just let me sleep? Sam Jr. can come out to play later, when this headache stops.”

You pulled the covers up over your head then, but Sam still wasn’t having it. He gently rolled you to your back, climbed over you, and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

“You know,” he said, using the voice that always – even now – made your entire body tingle, “sex is a very good way to get rid of a headache. We could sweat out the rest of the alcohol in your body. I’ll do all the work.”

You kept your eyes closed but didn’t complain when Sam once again dipped his head down to kiss you. His lips massaged yours until you responded in kind; your hands glided over his strong arms, up into his hair. You loved Sam’s hair and had often threatened Dean whenever he threatened to cut it while Sam slept.

Sam’s mouth left yours to trail down to your breasts. God, this man knew how to use his mouth. His tongue flicked out over one nipple while his other hand closed over the other breast. You sucked in a quick breath, arching your back. Sam smiled with pride, his dimples pressing into his cheeks. They only appeared for a few moments though, before he was back to work on the other nipple.

“Sam, I really don’t think …” Despite the pleasure wave you were riding from his work up north, you started to protest as Sam licked a long line south towards your belly button. He tongued at the dip just long enough to distract you before diving in for the deep end and wrapping his lips around your more intimate parts.

A squeal escaped from your mouth as he managed to simultaneously suck and lick at your clit. You squirmed and writhed as his tongue entered you, inducing more wetness than you were sure you had ever experienced in your life. Your headache was a forgotten thing when Sam’s tongue lapped at your clit and two thick fingers pushed into your entrance.

You were on the verge of climaxing when Sam stopped; it took you a moment to realize he had stepped away. You opened your eyes and your mouth, prepared to protest, but you were only looking deep into Sam’s hazel eyes and feeling that perfect stretch of his hard sex pushing into your soaking wet core. Immediately, your fingers dug into his shoulders as Sam dragged you through ecstasy in a slow, steady rhythm.

Sam kept up that rhythm until the both of you were so close to the edge, he couldn’t take it slow anymore. He pounded into you roughly; you didn’t bother holding back the scream that erupted from your throat in the same moment that Sam erupted into you, and your orgasm exploded over your whole body, it seemed.

In the aftermath of that wakeup call, you both lay heaving in bed. Indeed, your headache was gone, and you couldn’t imagine sleeping if you tried.

“What now?” Sam asked.

“Now,” you huffed, rolling over to face him, “I want waffles.”

Sam chuckled before kissing you. “Well, I’m here to attend to all of my girl’s needs. Sex to cure a headache, and waffles to cure hunger.”

Sam got up from the bed then, pulling on the pants that had been discarded when the two of you fell into bed the night before. You stabled yourself on one elbow, watching him go before dressing yourself. You decided you were one lucky woman, to have Sam as the man attending to your needs.

[winchesterprincessbride]

Rule #1

This is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge 2017 Week #1

Prompt: “It’s 8:30, I have a hangover, and you’re annoying me.”

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader

Mistakes were made, Dean Winchester thought to himself as he finally managed to open his eyes.  His head was pounding with a steady rhythm, and his mouth was as dry as the Sahara desert.  He hadn’t been this hungover in a long time.

What had started out as a couple of drinks with Sam and Y/N had quickly gone South.  Y/N was fiercely competitive and had bet Dean she could match him shot-for-shot.

“Seriously, Y/N? You’re what, 5″4′?  I probably outweigh you by at least 80 pounds.  There is NO way you can keep up!”  Dean scoffed.

Dean knew Y/N meant business when that little chin of hers went up determinedly.  “Wanna bet?” She said with that cocky grin of hers.

Sam wasn’t about to be the only sober one, so he joined in, because misery loves company, and all that.

Dean vaguely recalls a girl….there was always a girl. Sherry?  Sally?  Sarah? Something with an S.  She was trying really hard to get Dean to take her home, but he wasn’t biting.  He has a vague recollection of going to her place and then walking home.

Since Y/N had started hunting with them and living in the bunker, they’d had to make some adjustments.  It was only fair.  That’s where Rule #1 came in: Don’t bring hookups or strangers back to the bunker.  

There were several reasons for this: 1) It stopped having to answer questions about what they did or why they lived in a weird bunker in the middle of nowhere.  2) It was always awkward the next morning when one of them came out for coffee and found a half-naked stranger wandering around looking for the bathroom.  Everyone agreed that Rule #1 was never to be broken.

And no one had, until now.  Dean was pissed.  The sounds that had been coming from Sam’s room last night were downright pornographic.  He hoped the sex had been worth it because Y/N was going to tear Sam a new one.  He hoped he was there to see it. With any luck, she had passed out last night and hadn’t heard anything.

Opening his door quietly, he peered into the hallway.  Finding it deserted, he headed to the kitchen to put some coffee on.  As he walked past the War room, he stopped dead in his tracks.  There was a trail of clothes on the floor from there to Sam’s room.  Shaking his head and muttering to himself, he headed to the kitchen.

He walked to the sink and filled the coffee pot with water and set it to brew.   As he poured some cereal, Y/N walked into the room.  She was wearing a long flannel shirt and her legs were bare.  Her hair was sticking up in the back and her eyes were half open.

“You look like hell,” Dean said to her.  She grunted in response.  

Y/N poured herself some coffee and sat down at the table.  Dean joined her.  “So Sam broke Rule #1 last night.”  He told her in annoyance.

“You don’t say.” She commented, yawning.

“So what are we gonna do?” Dean asked her, frowning at her lack of response.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders.  “I dunno.  Ground him?”

Dean scowled.  “What crawled up your ass and died?  Can you be serious for just a minute?  I thought we all agreed there would be consequences for breaking it.”

Y/N looked up from her coffee.  “It’s 8:30, I have a hangover, and you’re annoying me.”

 Before Dean could reply, Sam walked in looking rumpled and sleepy, brushing his long hair out of his eyes. 

“So Sam,” Y/N began, “Dean tells me you broke Rule #1 last night.”

Sam pours himself a cup of coffee and takes a long swallow before answering.  “No, I didn’t.” 

“So that moaning I heard last night wasn’t coming from your room?” Dean responds.

Sam turns to face his brother.  “I did not bring a stranger back to the bunker last night, Dean.” He tells him.

“Whatever, Dude” Dean says angrily, stomping from the kitchen.

Y/N rises from the table, and goes to the coffee maker, pouring herself more coffee.  Sam comes up behind her, and she turns to face him.  He pulls her into his arms, and kisses her passionately, as his hands roam up her back. “I like you in my shirt.” He tells her hungrily.

She grins against his lips.  “Are you going to tell him or should I?”

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[the-awkward-writer]

The Morning After

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 412

Warnings: Mentions of nudity, it’s not graphic at all, swearing mentions of drinking. It’s just fluff

A/N: This is my first entry for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge! I used the dialogue prompt and not the song, the song was really speaking to me... The line is in bold in the fic so it is relatively easy to find! Enjoy!

Prompt: “It’s 8:30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me.”

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The incessant blaring of your alarm made you groan and slap your hand around your nightstand, trying to hit the large snooze button. Glancing up when your hand came in contact with nothing but polished wood, you noticed your alarm clock’s absence.

You sat up, suddenly feeling an immense pressure behind your eyelids. Great, you thought. I’m hung over.

You looked around your room. Damn was it a mess. Clothes were strewn about; it looked like your closet exploded. Your desk chair was knocked over, most of the things on your desk were thrown to the floor. The curtain rod was falling off of it’s hooks, the curtains torn. What the fuck happened? You thought.

The annoying beeping continues, drawing your attention to the floor, your groggy eyes land on your large alarm clock, “There you are, you sneaky motherfucker,” you grumble as you pick up the clock. You yank the cord out of its socket and flop back down on the bed.

It was then that you noticed the heavy arm draped across your middle, the light snores coming from behind you, and the breath tickling the back of your neck.

You turned around bewildered by the person’s presence, “What the fuck?” You screech, pulling the white sheet close to your chest. “What the fuck are you doing in my bed?”

Jensen cracked one eye open, his hazy green eyes staring at you, “Y/N,” he said. His voice was gruff from sleep, “You need to shut the fuck up.”

“Why the hell are in you in my bed, Jensen?” How was he not worried about this?

“I don’t know, Y/N,” he said. “But it’s 8:30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me.” The arm that Jensen had around your waist tightened, pulling you back into his chest.

“Jensen,” you whined, wriggling in his grasp. “Jay, you are my co-star, and you and I are both naked in my bed, and my room is a disaster.”

“I don’t care about that right now. Go back to sleep.”

You sighed and stilled in Jensen’s grasp, submitting to sleep.

When you woke up, you’d find a simple gold band on your fourth finger on your left hand. You’d probably beat Jensen’s ass and make him clean up your room, but for right now, you were going back to sleep, the intensity of your own headache finally catching up to you.

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[allfandomxreader]

Morning Headaches

Pairings: Reader x Bestfriend!Dean x Bestfriend!Sam Words: 291 A/N:  I’m happy to announce that I am contributing to @thing-you-do-with-that-thing SPN hiatus writing challenge 2017!! This is for week one and I’m looking forward to the rest of them and to read other people’s amazing writing. I hope you all enjoy!

Your fingertips rub soothing circles over your temples trying to dull the pain. Sam sits across from you, his eyes shift constantly across words in his lore book. A bell chimes somewhere not too far behind you, your migraine pounds at just the slightest of sounds. Dean slides into the booth beside his brother, he waves the waitress over and before she can even reach for her pen he’s listing his grease filled meal. After taking Sam’s order the waitress’ eyes wonder to you, she couldn’t help but smile at your glazed over eyes.

“I have just the thing,” She offers a smile, you try your best to return the favor but all that you could muster was a groan. At the sight of you Dean bursts into laughter, you flinch at the sudden noise around you.

“Oh, you look like a hot mess, had fun last night didn’t you?” Dean winks, you know very well he was awake for your ‘walk of shame’ in the wee hours of the morning.

“It’s 8:30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me.” You mumble fidgeting with your straw. Sam shuffles things around in his bag and hands you two pills to ease your raging head. “Thank you, at least one of you know how to be a decent human being.” You glare at the eldest brother who’s arms are raised in defense.

“I’m just here to enjoy the show.” You crumple up your straw wrapper and toss it at Dean. Sam interrupts your childish fights to focus on the new case. As the morning drags on spending time with your best friends, reading lore, and eating greasy food, you hardly forgot that the hangover was even there.

[sassy-losechester]

Chocolate Cake Shot

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Dean being annoying, lots of drinking.

Word Count: 1,000

A/N: For SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge 2017 Week 1, @thing-you-do-with-that-thing

Prompt: “It’s 8:30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me.”

Masterlist

“There is no way you’re going to do seven shots in a row.”

Your eyebrow arched at your boyfriend, a smirk formed on your lips, “Well I am about to prove you wrong.”

He shook his head as you picked up the shot, the cool glass touching your lips, “I’m going to be holding her hair back tonight,” your boyfriend spoke to his brother as you downed the first shot.

The John Barr whiskey burned your throat, leaving your stomach and esophagus warm and tingling. Leaving the shot glass upside, you picked up another one and another repeating the process. By the time the seventh shot reached your lips, your stomach was clenching, demanding you didn’t take another shot of whiskey.

Not wanting to prove that your boyfriend was right you ignored your body and took the last shot. Slamming the last shot onto the bar countertop you lifted your arms in victory, “Told you I could do it!”

Dean shook his head at you, Sam looked concerned.

“We should go dancing,” you hopped off the bar stool, it wobbled from you jumping, “It’ll be fun, yes?”

“Oh honey, I don’t dance,” Dean replied shaking his head before taking a drink of his whiskey.

Shrugging your shoulders, you whispered into Dean’s ear, “I wasn’t talking about dancing here, we could go home and do the horizontal mambo.”

“Y/N, you’re drunk, when you’re not then we can revisit this conversation.”

“I hate it when you’re rational,” you grumbled going back to the bar, grabbing your warming beer. Taking another drink of your beer a bottle caught your eye. It looked like an old school maple syrup bottle, the one that was shaped like a woman. Your mind was buzzing, not sure what to think.

Waving the bartender to come down by you, “What can I help ya with dear?”

Pointing to the bottle, “What is that?”

She turned around picking the bottle up, “It’s a hazelnut liqueur.”

Your face scrunched up, what kind of person would make something like that? The bartender shook her head, “I’ve got something that’ll change your mind about this drink,” she went to work grabbing another bottle of liquor and started mixing random things together.

She placed a shot glass that was coated with sugar around the rim, and a lemon wedge on the napkin, “Now hun, this is what you’re supposed to do, lick all the sugar off the rim. Take the shot, swallow the shot, and then suck the lemon.”

Your eyebrow raised in confusion, “That sounds absolutely disgusting,” she laughed at you, “Like worse than drinking whiskey from the Wild West.”

She pushed the shot and lemon wedge closer to you, “Sugar, shot, lemon. Go.”

All the alcohol that was already flowing through your body was making you eager yet frightened to try something new. Licking the rim, it tasted like sugar but also sour. You looked at the bartender who had a smile plastered on her face, taking the glass you tipped it back letting the alcohol flow into your mouth.

“Now the lemon,” She instructed pushing the wedge closer to you. Grabbing the wedge, you sucked the bitter fruit. Instead of being overwhelmed with the sour flavor a lemon had it tasted sweet. Too sweet, like a chocolate chip cookie sweet.

The surprise on your face caused the bartender to laugh, “What kind of sorcery is this? It tastes like a cookie!”

“I call it a chocolate cake shot.”

Taking the money from your pocket you slapped the money onto the counter, “I’ll take as many as this gives me.”

She looked at the money, looking to see how much there was, “That’ll be a lot of shots. You sure you can handle it?”

The previous shots that you’d done previously were long forgotten, “Oh sweetie, I know how to handle my alcohol.”

The bartender shrugged her shoulders and went to making you your shots. Your head was being supported by your arm, as you lazily watched the bartender work. A hand rested on your lower back, your body didn’t react to it.

“Y/N, what’re you doing?”

You shot up, your head almost hitting Dean’s in the process, “Chocolate cake shot!” you replied pushing one of the shot glasses that magically appeared on the counter top, “Here take it.”

Dean looked down at you, his voice soft as he spoke, “Sure you can handle that, Y/N? You’ve had a lot to drink already.”

Looking up at him, a small smirk formed on you, “Maybe you should just help me finish it. That way I’m not drinking too much.”

“Damn it, Y/N,” he shook his head taking one of the shots. Looking at him, he starts making a coughing, choking, noise, “Jesus this is terrible.”

“Suit yourself sunshine, more for me.”

The last thing you remembered of the night was Dean telling Sam, “We’re gunna have to carry her home.”

The door opened, lights flipped on, and Dean yelling, “RISE AND SHINE, SLEEPING BEAUTY!”  

A groan emitted passed your lips. Pulling the blanket over your head to cover the light, “Go away,” you groaned trying to fall back asleep.

Your head was spinning, stomach was protesting, and mouth was dry. Dean slowly pushed the blankets away from you, uncovering your head.

“Found a hunt,” he whispered, kissing your temple.

Your eyes finally opened, the edges crusted with dried on makeup, “I’m…I’m still drunk, leave me alone,” looking over at the clock your eye twitched, “Are you kidding me, Dean? It’s five in the morning. Let me sleep.”

Dean pulled the blanket back over your head, “I’ll be back in a few hours. We’ll be rolling out then.”

An incoherent response left your lips and sleep soon came over you once more.

The sound of the door being pushed open and hitting your desk, first startled you. Ignoring it at first you kept your eyes closed wanting to sleep, “Since you’re not up, I’ll pack for you.”

Dean moved around your room, making as much noise as he possibly could. Grabbing your bag, he made an extra effort to make noise as he closed the closet doors, “What’s your thought about those lacy underwear?”

Sitting up in bed you glanced at the clock, “It’s 8:30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me,” you held onto your head, “I will pack, just let me drink some water.”

Dean chuckled setting your bag on the end of the bed, “We’re rolling out at eleven,” he kissed the top of your head, handing you a bottle of water.

“Hey,” you called out to Dean before he left the room, “What’re we hunting?”

He stopped at the door frame, “Coven of witches,” he left the room, probably to go back his bags.

“Fuck,” you groaned flinging yourself onto the bed. Dropping the bottle of water, it spilled onto the bed, “Fuck!”

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[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge 2017 - Week 1 Masterlist

First of all thanks to all you played this week. I hope to see you all next week! Secondly I am happy to annouce prompts with now also be posted on Wednesdays about an hour after the due date giving y’all a full week to write your amazing fics :D 

PROMPT 1:  “It’s 8:30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me.”

Reader Fics

Sam x Reader:

A Rude Awakening by @supernaturallymarvellous

Rule #1 by @winchesterprincessbride​

Cure for the Ache by @iwantthedean

Dean x Reader: 

 One Wrong Move  by @katymacsupernatural

Hangover by @notnaturalanahi 

Wake Up, Dean! by @docharleythegeekqueen

Getting to Know You by  @melonshino​

Regarding Dean by @supernaturalismalife

Chocolate Cake Shot by @sassy-losechester​

Morning Headaches  by @allfandomxreader

Lily in White by @femmewinchester

Gabriel x Reader

Hangover by @summer-binging-spn

Jensen x Reader

The Morning After by @the-awkward-writer

OC fics

Multiple Characters

When You Say It Like That... by @atc74 

Mick x OCs

Anniversary by @caterpillar-sam

Dean x OCs

Habits by @nonexistentquotes

Ship Fics

RP Ships

Wake Up Call by @just-another-busy-fangirl (Jared x Jensen)

Character Ships

PROMPT 2: Chained to the Rhythm by Katy Perry

NONE!

BOTH PROMPTS IN ONE FIC

Reader Fics

Dean x Reader

Chained By Sweet Hungover Rhythms by @legion18993

General fics

Roller Coasters by @revwinchester

 Read them all (or which ever floats your boats) and remember to leave the authors some love. All the masterlists can be found on the hiatus challenge page on my blog. I will add them as we go :D 

[revwinchester]

Roller Coasters

Summary: The reader wakes up Dean after a night of heavy drinking in order to get him to fulfill a promise he had made her the night before.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader (no pairing)

Word Count: 540

Warnings: Cursing, grumpy, hungover Dean

A/N: This is my entry for week one of the Supernatural Hiatus Writing Challenge! Woot!  Huge thanks to @thing-you-do-with-that-thing for facilitating this during the off season! The prompts were “It's 8:30, I have a hangover and you're annoying me” and the song “Chained to the Rhythm” by Katy Perry.  I didn’t use the lyrics as a prompt but, instead, got my idea from the music video! Sneaky me!

You woke up, excitement coursing through your body as you stretched out in your bed. Well, the motel's bed; but for the first time in a long while, you had your own bed in the motel room you were sharing. Usually you had to bunk with Sam or Dean but Sam was sporting a broken collarbone thanks to a particularly aggressive demon and had been forced into staying behind and playing the role of researcher on the last couple of hunts. 

You rolled over to face Dean's bed and caught a glimpse of the digital clock on the nightstand between the beds: 8:27. Dean would probably sleep for a few more hours if you let him and, normally, after a hunt you would but not today. Dean had promised you a trip since you had wrapped the case early and you were going to make sure it happened.

Somehow at the bar the night before, it had come out that you had never ridden a roller coaster. Dean had been dumbfounded by the revelation; even he and Sam with their migrant upbringing had been to a theme park a few times as kids. After finally convincing the man that you weren't messing with him, Dean had pulled out his phone and did some quick googling. Apparently, you were only about two hours away from a place called Cedar Point that supposedly had some of the best roller coasters in the country. Dean had declared that he would take you in the morning and "pop your coaster cherry."

Filled with anticipation, you climbed out of your bed and hopped lightly onto Dean's. You prodded the hunter gently, knowing that moving too quickly right now could end in serious injury or worse. After a minute or two, Dean's eyelids fluttered open and he groaned at your proximity.

"What do you want?" Dean grunted, rolling onto his back and looking in your direction.

You bounced on the cheap mattress, sending shockwaves through its springs. "It's time to get up! We need to get going."

Dean glared at you. "What the hell are you talking about? And how are you so damn chipper?"

You laughed at his questions.  "I switched to water at about midnight,” you teased, “and you promised me roller coasters today!"

Dean frowned at the reminder. "Shit. I did. Fuck."

You giggled at him again. Dean wasn't a morning person to begin with but throw in all the whiskey he had drunk the previous night and you knew you were lucky to be having a coherent conversation with him. "No need for all that cursing, Mr. Grumps-a-lot."

"It's 8:30, I have a hangover and you're annoying me." Dean shot back.

You rolled your eyes at the older Winchester. "Here's the deal, I'm going to take a shower and then go find us breakfast," you offered. "You get your ass up and ready while I pick up something greasy to help with your hangover." You paused, giving Dean a chance to respond, which he did by nodding his head. "And then you're taking me to the amusement park!" You exclaimed, leaning in to give your friend a peck on the cheek before you bounced into the bathroom to get ready.

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[supernaturallymarvellous]

A Rude Awakening: SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge 2017 - Week 1

Author: @supernaturallymarvellous

Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester

Word Count: 500

Warnings: None, just some sweet little fluff

A/N: This is my entry for Week 1 of the SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge 2017 being hosted by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing.  The prompt given is in bold.

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The loud thump of the door startled you from sleep.  Running your hands over your face and then through your hair, you took in your surroundings and slowly began to realise last night’s drinking session had gotten somewhat out of hand.  Empty beer bottled were scattered across the table in front of you, sharing the space with an abundance of used glasses and an almost drained bottle of whiskey.  Letting out a deep sigh, you let yourself slump back down onto the table and scrunched your eyes tightly to block out the bright lights.  

“Oh no, sweetie.  No more sleep for you, Y/N.  We have to be on the road in less than an hour and the pair of you need to shower before we go.  Now up and at ‘em.”

A strong pair of hands then wrapped themselves around your upper arms and pulled you to your feet.  Blinking furiously, you looked up and found yourself staring at Sam, just back from his usual morning run.  Glancing briefly at your watch, you shook your head and began to whine and pout.  

“Sammmm, don’t be mean to me.  It’s 8:30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me.  Please just let me rest for a little while longer.”

“Look, you can’t blame me because you and Dean don’t know when to call it quits. But I’ll make you a deal.  I’m gonna wake Dean up as well but not as nicely as I did with you.  If you can get it together enough to walk out of that door within the hour, I’ll let you help.”

“You’re gonna prank him?”

A smirk formed on Sam’s face and he simply nodded.  That was enough to spur you into action.  There was nothing better than a good old fashioned pranking and Dean always made a good target.  Moving around Sam, you practically ran out of the library and made your way to shower and dress as quickly as you could.  

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Just over 45 minutes later, you and Sam were standing over Dean who was still sleeping soundly in the same position he had been for the majority of the night.  

“Ok, on the count of three….tip and run.”

Lifting the bucket of ice cold water as high as you could above your head, you poured its contents down directly onto Dean who woke immediately and let out a string of expletives.  Following Sam’s advice, you ran after him towards the garage, laughing as you did so. As soon as you reached the Impala, you turned to Sam, chest heaving from the combined effort of running and giggling like a crazed child.

“You know he’s gonna make us pay for that, don’t you?”

“Oh definitely.  But you have to admit that it was worth whatever he can throw at us.”

Hearing Dean’s voice, you looked over at the doorway to see him standing there with a handful of soaking wet sponges.  

“Accurate choice of words there, Sammy.  You two better start running………”

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[just-another-busy-fangirl]

Wake Up Call

This is my entry for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge, Week 1.  I am using prompt #1 “It’s 8:30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me.”

Summary:  Jensen has to wake Jared up at JibCon.

Warnings: SMUT, Jensen x Jared (RPF), blowjob, implied J2M relations

A/N: This was very much inspired by all of the ridiculous shenanigans that happened at JibCon 2017.  I hope you all enjoyed watching the videos as much as I did!  No bad feelings for their beautiful, wonderful, amazing wives, this is fiction!

word count: ~1270

Jensen checked his phone for what seemed like the hundredth time, seeing if Jared had texted him yet.  They’d gotten back to the hotel late last night, so late that the two actually went to their separate rooms to sleep.  

When in Rome, that wasn’t the norm.

More often than not, JibCon was the place that Jensen, Jared, and Misha felt a little more open to their…private inclinations.  It was something that all of them were grateful that their wives were okay with.

Not thirty seconds after Jensen last checked his phone, he was checking it again.  Jared was running out of time before breakfast would be over and he’d actually have to be downstairs, and Jensen’s anxiety was beginning to skyrocket because of his tardy friend.

A hand rested on his arm, pulling his eyes from his phone and to Daniela’s face.

“Stop stressing, Jensen,” she said calmly, holding out a key card.  “Just go get him.  He’s got thirty minutes, so make sure he’s down here soon.”

Jensen nodded at her, sending a thank-you over his shoulder as he rushed toward the elevator.  He got to their floor quickly, opening Jared’s door with the key card.

The room was still dark – blackout curtains pulled closed across the windows.  Jensen rolled his eyes, knowing in that instant that Jared was still 100% asleep.

“Jare, come on,” he said loudly, heading over to the windows and opening the curtains so that there would be light in the room.  “Wake up, dude, we’ve got places to be.”

Jensen turned to the bed to see Jared sprawled out on top of the covers, butt-ass naked.  Jensen saw the clothes strewn across the floor, and could practically see Jared stumbling into the room last night, drunk and stripping, until he flung himself onto the bed to sleep.

The fucker probably never even plugged his phone in, let alone set an alarm.

“Jared, wake up!” Jensen said a little louder, finding Jared’s phone on the floor and plugging it in, if only for a few minutes to get somewhat of a charge in the thing.

He looked back at his best friend on the bed, realizing that more severe action would need to be taken for him to wake up.  He had a couple options: fill the ice bucket with water and toss it on Jared, or…

Jensen’s eyes roamed Jared’s chest, his stomach clenching at the sight of the muscles hidden below the skin.  A dark line of hair descended from Jared’s belly button to his pubes, like an arrow pointing straight to the most beautiful part of the man.

In his sleeping state, Jared was half-hard, making Jensen subconsciously palm himself in his jeans.

Yep, option two seemed like a much more enjoyable way to wake up his friend.

Jensen carefully climbed onto the bed, spreading Jared’s legs slightly so he could kneel between them.  With soft touches and brushes of lips, he made his way up Jared’s legs, ending with his hands and mouth hovering above Jared’s cock.  The light touches were making more blood pool into the member, so that when Jensen kissed the tip it hopped slightly at the feeling.

Jensen smiled, knowing that Jared would wake up soon enough, before he slipped the hard cock into his mouth, tonguing along the vein just like Jared enjoyed.

Jensen sucked hard once the head hit the back of his throat, swallowing around the sensitive tip.  That was the moment he felt fingers slide into his short hair, nails scratching slightly as Jared groaned.

“Fuck, Jen…”

Happy that Jared was awake to enjoy himself now, Jensen got to work, bobbing his head up and down Jared’s cock, holding the man’s hips as still as possible.  With Jared’s sleep-muddled body, it wasn’t long before he was pouring down Jensen’s throat, curses and praises leaving his lips as he came.

When he was spent, Jared pulled Jensen up his body, kissing him full on the mouth and tasting himself there.  Before Jensen could protest that they had to go – they had places they needed to be – Jared’s hands had gone to work on Jensen’s pants, sliding down the bed and removing pants and underwear quickly before swallowing Jensen down.

Letting go a bit, Jensen preened under Jared’s attentions, fucking into his mouth and spreading his legs wide as a hand also slipped between his cheeks.  Jared’s fingers slid into Jensen, finding his prostate quickly and getting to work.

For being as awake and caffeinated as he was, Jensen came in an embarrassingly quick amount of time.  Jared’s fingers and mouth were just too good, he always told himself, as Jared knew just what to do to get Jensen coming.

Jared flopped back onto the bed next to Jensen, about to go back to sleep before Jensen sat up, slapping Jared’s bare chest.  “Dude, I didn’t actually come in here for quality blowjobs – we got to go.”

Jared groaned, looking at the clock on the nightstand.  “It’s 8:30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me,” he responded, reaching for the covers.  “Just fucking cuddle me.”

Instead of following orders, Jensen got up, pulling all of the covers off of the bed so Jared couldn’t get comfortable again. “Nope, you’re getting up.  Get dressed, we gotta go.”

Knowing that he wasn’t going to win this fight, Jared got up, the two of them getting dressed again as quickly as possible, making sure neither of them smelt of sex.  Not an easy feat, they discovered.

Finally they got downstairs and the day commenced.  It wasn’t until Jensen’s panel with Misha that he remembered the morning, mind flitting back to getting dressed as Misha showed him his underwear.

“I wish you could see what’s going on here,” he commented, remembering at that moment that he had not, in fact, put on his own underwear as he got dressed.  He quickly realized that the conversation wasn’t something he could have with the crowd of fans, but a glance out of the corner of his eye showed him that Misha was somewhat interested.

He turned his back to the audience, undoing the front of his pants.  He watched as Misha’s face broke out into a smile, the other man knowing for a fact that the underwear Jensen was wearing was Jared’s – because he’d gifted them to the taller man himself.

Misha played it up, saying an astounded, “What the fuck is that?” into the microphone while sporting a huge grin, and Jensen winked at him.

Jared had to have a wake-up call, Jensen mouthed to Misha, which made Misha laugh, throwing his head back.  Misha covered his face before leaning over to Jensen, speaking away from the microphone as Jensen redid his pants.

“I think the three of us need to have a little bit of time later, away from all of these fans, what do you say?” Misha asked, motioning to the crowd.

Jensen gave him a small nod before picking up his mic, giggling into it.  Misha added a, “That was sobering,” to the conversation, making Jensen laugh all the more.

They were going to have quite a bit of fun later, he could just tell.

Read the companion piece/part two: The Wrong Briefs (Misha x Jensen)

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[summer-binging-spn]

Hangover

Word Count: 369

Warnings: Slightly rude reader, mentions of drinking, that’s about it.

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Tags: @lucifer-in-leather @ravengirl94 @wayward-mirage @helvonasche @mamaredd123 @myplaceofthingsilove @assbutt-still-in-hell @casbabydontgoineedyou

Author’s Note: This is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ‘s week 1 of the 2017 hiatus challenge. The prompt was “It’s 8:30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me,”

“Y/n, sugar what do you want for breakfast?” Gabriel asks making you groan and cover your head with your pillow.

“Sugar what do you want for breakfast, donuts, bacon, cereal?” he offers.You groan once more and roll away from him.

“If you don't stop talking I'm going to maul you,” you growl and cover your head with the blanket.

“But you always wake up so chipper and ready for the day, ready for breakfast,” he says, slightly deflated.

“It's 8:30, I have a hangover and you're annoying me,” you grumble at the sweet angel.

“I won't annoy you anymore today,” he whispers and you hear a soft flutter. You let out a sigh of relief when it’s silent and drift back to sleep in the dark room. 

You wake up to your phone ringing and a less severe hangover. But the guilt for what you did to Gabriel is eating at you as you sit there alone in the dark room. You drink your water and look at your phone with anger.

“Hello,” you answer sleepily.

“Hey, why is your boyfriend in the bunker?” Dean asks.

“I don't know, I was somewhat of a bitch this morning, I had a crazy bad hangover from last night and he just wouldn't stop asking me questions,” you mumble.

“Pray him back to you, I can't handle him here,” he growls.

“Okay calm down,” you say and hang up.

“Gabriel I'm sorry about earlier will you please come back to me?” You pray into the empty air.

“Why would I do that?” He asks and you hug him close.

“I'm sorry about earlier, my head was pounding and I thought I was going to puke,” you say.

“Okay,” he mumbles and kisses the top of your head.

“But you had to know that I was hurting and had an insane hangover. Why would you keep asking me about food?” you ask.

“I was just worried and wanted to do something nice for you. I’ve never had a hangover, angels don’t get those, I wasn’t sure what to do,” he whispers.

“It's okay Gabe, I forgot that you've never seen me after a night of drinking,” you chuckle and lead him to your bed. You cuddle into his side and eventually ask him to grab you some food.

[atc74]

When You Say It Like That...

Dedicated to my girls, @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms and @paintrider13-blog and at least part of what I hope we will be doing in 90 days!!

Word Count: 927

Warnings: Language, drinking, implied smut

Pairing: Rob x Me, Jared x Ana, Jensen x Megs

Let’s all assume for the sake of fiction that ALL parties involved are single. 

Written for Kari’s @thing-you-do-with-that-thing SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge 2017 and the prompt will be bold “It’s 8:30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me.” 

It was hot outside, but it was beautiful. The first truly nice Spring day in Minneapolis and my girlfriends and I were taking full advantage of it. My deck faced the bright sun and all three of us were soaking up the rays. Megs and I were lounging in the zero gravity chairs, while Ana opted for a towel in the grass.

 “Ang? You need another?” Megan called as she rose from her chair.

 “Yeah, thanks Babe,” I called out as she walked through the sliding glass door into the kitchen. It was a quick walk to the ‘cocktail fridge.’

 “Where the fuck you been?!” I called to her as she walked back out several minutes later.

 “Hey! I had to pee!” Megs retorted, before placing an ice cold can between my shoulder blades.

 “You bitch!” I shouted, giggling and nearly falling out of my chair.

 “Hey, bitches, keep it down! Some of us are trying to sleep,” Ana grumbled from her spot in the shade.

 “Sorry, jerk,” Megs and I responded at the same time, erupting in a fit of laughter. 

 “Maybe if you hadn’t been up all night writing porn, you wouldn’t be so salty today,” Megs threw back at her as she settled back into her lounger.

 “So what is the plan for tonight?” Megs asked me. I could see her eyebrows raised up over her silver aviators. I knew that look.

 “The boys said they would be here about eight, then dinner,” I responded, waiting for the inevitable.

 “Just the boys?” Megs sassed back.

 “I don’t know, Megs. Robby said, and I quote, ‘We will be there around eight, Red. Don’t miss me too much. Love you,’ then he hung up. He didn’t say who all he was bringing, so I assume it is him and Rich, as usual,” I closed my eyes and laid back down; I could hear her rolling her eyes.

We enjoyed the afternoon, thoroughly. I missed my girls so damn bad and it was the best feeling in the world to spend a couple of days with them. Well, if I am being honest, it is the second best feeling in the world. The first was no doubt being in love with my amazing fiance, Rob.

The drinks flowed and the day passed, the sun hiding behind the trees. I felt myself growing sleepy and I was so relaxed I could just fall asle…

 “Red, Baby, wake up. I’m home,” Rob’s voice called softly in my ear and I turned my head toward him, groaning at the pain radiating from my gray matter.

 “Robby, head hurts,” I grumbled, reaching out for his hands.

 “Come here, Baby. I got you,” Rob lifted me into his arms, carrying me inside and laying me gently on the couch. He returned shortly with a glass of water and a couple of ibuprofen.

 “Hmmm, thank you, Robby. What time is it?” I inquired, laying an arm over my eyes.

 “It’s almost eight-thirty. Why?” Rob asked.

 “Oh no! Our night out! Where are Ana and Megs? And Rich?” I looked around, finally my eyes landing back on his.

 “Megs and Ana are out back, entertaining our guests,” Rob cajoled.

 “Guests?” I groaned once more. “Who did you bring home this time?”

 “Just Jared and Jensen, I promise. But we are scheduled to meet Rich and Billy later. You up for it?” Rob sat down next to me, lightly massaging my scalp with one hand.

 “I don’t know, Babe, I-” I was cut off from Megs howling as she walked into the house, followed closely by a loud ‘roaarr’ I recognized as Jensen.

 “Oh. My. God. He showed her his bear boxers, didn’t he?” I grumbled into the pillow as the two of them entered the living room. “Jensen, so help me God if she doesn’t come home in one piece…” I started.

 “Don’t worry, Darlin’. She’ll come home in one piece, she just might not be able to walk,” Jensen declared as he smacked her ass so hard it echoed through the room.

 “Jesus Christ, you two. Take it somewhere else!” I shouted at the pair of them.

 “Bee in your bonnet, Beautiful?” Jensen laughed.

 “No! It’s 8:30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me.” I threw a pillow at him.

 “Okay, okay. Feel better, Ang. We will miss you tonight.” Jensen placed a sweet kiss to my cheek and pulled my bestie from the room.

 “Ana?” I asked, looking back at Rob.

 “Already wrapped up in Jared on the deck. They will be out there for awhile, so they won’t bother us.”

 “I just want me some Robby snuggles and I will feel right as rain. This is what I get for day drinking with my girls.” I confessed, wrapping Rob in my arms as he laid down next me to me.

 “Yeah, but it was worth it wasn’t it?” He laughed.

 “Totally worth it. I would suffer through a hundred hangovers to be able to see them everyday.” I murmured against his chest.

 “What do you say you and me head upstairs so we can get our snuggle on, while the lovebirds can have the couch? I promise to be gentle,” Rob whispered in my ear.

 “I am only a little hungover; you don’t need to be that gentle,” I admitted to my lover.

 “Well, when you say it like that…” Rob attacked my neck, tickling me with his scruff and whispering promises in my ear that I knew he would make good on, and I was counting on it.

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[cravingforwords]

In Which Arthur Ketch Regrets His Life Choices

Author: Willow Ravenwright Word Count: 1,139 Rating: PG for some Adult Situations Disclaimer: Supernatural and all it's characters, locations, etc. are the sole property of Eric Kripke and Warner Bros. Entertainment. It is being used without permission and no intent is being made to copyright any material herein.

Summary: Written for the SPN Hellatus Week 01 Challenge. Prompt: “It's 8:30, I have a hangover, and you're annoying me.” While on a Hunt in Kentucky, Emily Winchester brings back a bit of Moonshine. It hits Mr. Ketch in the backside. Hard.

********* He had absolutely no idea of the time. Only that he could smell the beginnings of blessed coffee in the small motel room they had rented for a couple nights just outside the city of Lexington. Bothersome spirit had been troubling the local mountain people.

“It's a case,” Emily had said. And Ketch, not wanting to argue with her, had agreed.

In some ways it was boring –  in others it was an interesting lesson in the American method of Hunting. These people of the mountains were suspicious and quick to believe anything having to do with the supernatural and, by token, were open - mouthed and open - handed. They were a good, honest, generous people.

In short, they put the British Hunter on edge. Emily Winchester, however, seemed to be very much at her ease among them, asking pointed questions over mason jars of sometimes questionable liquid. She was always careful to be polite and thank the people for whatever they chose to set before them. She was kind, compassionate, and a determined Hunter.

The next evening, they were on the side of the highway where the spirit was said to be causing trouble. Apparently it was a small item that had tethered him to Earth, and once it had burned (Ketch had been given the honor) the people wouldn't be troubled again.

The family of the deceased had gifted the young Winchester with clear liquid, and a finger to their lips. With a knowing nod, Emily stashed the mason jar in her large black duffel, and said they should be getting back. Ketch had thought it looked like water, but there must be a reason why it had to be done on the sly.

“Whatever is that?” he finally asked as Emily sipped carefully out of a cheap plastic cup back at the motel room.

“Corn liquor. Moonshine, Arthur,” she grinned, pouring him a small amount, “here, try a bit. Sip it slow. It's heavy proof, even for you.”

Sniffing and catching the distinct scent, he then swallowed at the clear liquid. And then subsequently choked a bit, making Emily laugh.

“I -told- you. Moonshine is strong stuff. Not like your fancy bottles of scotch and bourbon,” she said, saluting him with her glass as she took another swallow.

“Did that man...”

“...brew it himself? Yeah; it's an old tradition. Some people can do it legally now, others choose to keep it under the radar. Like that man. He was nice. Some of his best, I think,” she replied, setting the glass aside for now.

“How do you drink that filth?” inquired Ketch, whose palate was far more accustomed to the finer things in life.

“Very carefully,” was Emily's response as a warm glow settled into her belly.

“I see,” was his very careful response.

Time passed lazily on. Mick didn't have a Hunt for them right away, and he had contacted his so-called supervisor more than two hours ago. As there was little to do except drink the swill Emily had been gifted, he chose to take her measure.

Emily Winchester shared some of the features of her brothers. Her hair was dark, with green eyes that could be soft as jade or hard as emeralds. He liked the aesthetic of her, of the way her hands were so capable of death, and yet delicate and likewise capable of patching a nasty wound. Just as she had done about a week ago on a Werewolf case. He'd been a little overly cocky and been tagged in the leg. Emily had quickly patched the wound. Thankfully it had been claws and not teeth.

Granted, she had used whiskey, a sewing needle and nothing near medical grade thread, but she had persevered and had given him the rest of the bottle to numb the pain of the procedure.

He liked her body, all compact and muscle, lean and firm from many years on the road. And yet there was a softness in her too; something that sometimes showed him she was more than just a Hunter. She was a woman too. She had a beautiful body; Arthur would have to be blind not to notice the curve of her breasts and the angle of her hip.

Reaching for the mason jar, Emily's hand curled around his own, and her green eyes were trained on him, as if taking his measure for herself.

“This is a remarkably stupid idea,” she said, her gaze intent on him as her fingers relaxed.

“Something tells me you're rather used to stupid,” he murmured, a smirk quirking his mouth as he moved in to kiss her.

Only in his most private moments did Arthur Ketch ever imagine seeing the pale skin beneath her clothing, of the runes that gave her a shimmer when the light touched them. Only when he was alone after seeing her for the first time, small and determined and brave, did he ever imagine his hands roaming across planes of skin, learning her body by touch. And he certainly had never imagined how she would touch him in return, as if she were just as hungry for the contact as he had been.

And yes, they were both amazingly under the influence of that Kentucky Moonshine. But it didn't seem to matter as they lazily made love at three AM, her sighs and little moans the only music he needed as they lost themselves in each other.

As he woke that next morning, he reached for her and, as part of him expected, she was nowhere to be immediately reached. But the smell of coffee told him everything. And if he knew anything from spending this time with her, it was that Emily Winchester adored her coffee.

“Mmmm; morning,” she said as she noticed his eyes opening. Sitting up in bed, he groaned and rubbed his temples. The smell of coffee was under his nose almost instantly. Black. Apparently she noticed a lot more than he actually thought she did.

“C'mon,” she said to him, wrapped up in his discarded shirt from last night, “drink up. It'll help until we can get some water in you.”

Glancing over at the little motel clock, Arthur gave her the most annoyed look he was able to at her cheerfulness.

“It's 8:30 – I have a hangover – and you're annoying me,” he mumbled, but nevertheless accepted the coffee and allowed himself to enjoy the look of Emily wearing his shirt as she made a quick call on the motel phone.

“Apparently the diner down the street serves breakfast. Courtesy delivery here. Coffee. Nice, greasy breakfast, and you'll be right as rain,” she assured him.

“I'd settle for aspirin and another twelve hours' sleep,” he muttered as he drank the coffee.

“Nope. Gotta move; something about a Wendigo up in Montana.”

“I. Hate. Wendigos...”

[legion1993]

Chained By Sweet Hungover Rhythms

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader

Prompts: “It’s 8:30, i have a hangover and you’re annoying me.” (Dialogue Prompt) Chained To The Rhythm by Katy Perry (Song Prompt) 

this is dedicated to the wonderful person who put this lovely idea together and inspired me to write this lovely piece @thing-you-do-with-that-thing may you enjoy this as much as i did writing it 

Plot: Based in Season 11 ep 9 we find a distracted Dean who with his brother Sam decides to investigate the murder of a preacher they think it could be connected to Amara but Dean goes into the morgue to look at the body and runs into our reader who he had hooked up with 3 years prior... what starts as something innocent soon discovers as something that was ready to be more but didnt cause they had their memories erased and only now do they get them back and thus also getting eachother back... But how long will that last?????? 

A/N: this is written specifically for week 1 of the Supernatural Hiatus Writing Challenge 2017 this contains a few of my own twists to the in between points of this episode so bare with me for this crazy adventure... hope you guys enjoy it if so give it a love tap and a few comments would be most appreciated... :)

Never once had either of you thought things would end, but that night it did for a Jinn hunt gone wrong 2 lovers seperated for they were so sure it could have been more..

“Dean don’t the floor its rigged to blow... i know you came all this way to save me but save yourself, save your brother get out of here...” Dean looked around and got knocked over by a jinn hitting him on the head your name falling from his lips in a slow breath; shortly after that you screamed Dean’s name as that same jinn knocked you over the head as well, then everything to them felt as though their bodies were being dragged off...

they both woke in the hospital a few days later with no memory of who eachother was nor what happened. they were released only hours later after a few tests and talking to the doctors but still felt like they were missing something, they felt like something had been torn away from them.

no one expected this to last no one had wanted them to do this hunt, they exited the hospital only to discover there wasnt any shortage of space for they bumped into eachother exiting the hospital you got knocked off your balance but apoligizing to eachother Dean strode off with his brother Sam towards the impala and you towards a taxi which would take you to the nearest bus depot.

over time the reader & Dean have emerced themselves in hunting full time no questions comments concerns or anything, they were trying to find someway to fill the void the emptiness within their own hearts, the void that was created when the jinn wiped their memories of eachother.

for together they were stronger, but you seperate them you kill their strength and you show them what its like to be truly weakened by your own emotions.

It is said some lives are linked across time and space. Connected by an ancient calling that echoes throughout the ages. something that is older than fate herself. you and Dean had always been connected by Destiny. for it would be another 3 years before you would see eachother again.

----------3 YEARS LATER----------

amara is slaughtering preachers in search of a way to get in touch with her wayword brother God, Sam and Dean meet with crowley who didnt believe Dean at first when he told him about how if Amara were to unleash her full power that not even crowley the king of hell would be safe.

crowley then tells the boys that there may be a way for Sam to meet with Lucifer, but that they would need to neutralize Lucifer`s power. Upon their discovery of that knowledge, Crowley continues to tell the boys that the only way to neutralize lucifers power is the need for certain spell work; which would come from the book of the damned, which they learn is in the book of the damned, which they find out is with Rowena.

the boys work with Rowena and Crowley to get everything ready while Dean catches wind of the murders being done by amara decides to leave Sam and rowena in the bunker to set up the spell while dean goes to investigate. Meanwhile, you are rolling into town the same time as Dean you both end up at the police station not acknowledging eachother at first until the sherif turns to acknowledge you noticing your badge he says, "well agent your partner is already inside the morgue come let me show you where it is.."

at this point you were very confused, you had no idea what kind of idiot boy scout you were dealing with but you were sure going to kick them in the ass if they screwed this up for you. you followed the sherif who let you into the morgue and you wlked in behind him, stopping slightly as you caught sight of the other 'badge' you immediately cleared your throat and gave him a small smile as he extended his hand to you, "agent dean macoy..."

you took his hand, "agent 'your first and last name' so your my new partner... from headquarters i assume... funny they didnt tell me you were coming in on this..." you said with a snarky attitude kinda not getting a good vibe from this guy. as he chuckled and began to show you the otopsy report you as the radio in there was going it was playing your favorite song,

"Turn it up, it's your favorite song Dance, dance, dance to the distortion Come on, turn it up, keep it on repeat Stumbling around like a wasted zombie Yeah, we think we're free Drink, this one is on me We're all chained to the rhythm To the rhythm To the rhythm"

you sang loud enough that your 'partner' could hear you, he then smiled and looked at you, "you know this song is like totally easy to strip to right?" you turned to him and chuckled, "whats the title if your a fan of this song for your own twisted reasons?" agent macoy chuckled and you could tell he liked your sass, "Chained to the rhythm by katy perry... im not an idiot i wasnt born yesterday sweetheart.. would you like to get a beer after work partner?"

you agreed and walked out of the station together and started talking you both discovered your interests were the same, you also discovered you were both staying at the same motel across town. you guys drove back playing leap frog on the road, upon their arrival back at the motel to discover that their rooms were beside eachother.

with a swift chuckle out of Dean he got out of his sweet looking 1967 Chevy Impala, coming to your drivers door and smiling as he opened the door helping you out of the car. you smiled as your hands lingered, your eyes locked onto eachother with the look of lust swelling across the seas making your heart beat faster in your chest.

Dean cleared his throat and walked you to your room and kissed your hand and smiled, "such nice soft hands for a hunter... how long you been in the life?" you smiled and sighed, "that is a story better left for the bar... meet by ur nice impala when we are cleaned up and done?" you say as you lean over and kiss his cheek the stubble off his chin tickling you.

"absolutely sweetheart..." dean smiled at you one more time before you both entered your rooms at the same time. you were relieved to remove your fed outfit, and now to find your perfect outfit to go to the bar in with Dean. you loved the way his name sounded but you wondered if that fed name was his actual name or his fake name.

considering he is a hunter too it wouldnt surprise you if that wasnt his real name so you called Garth and decided to check in, "your name whats the word on those church murders is it something heavenly or hellish???" you chuckled and smiled, "calm down Garth i met up with another hunter when i went to talk to the sherif. he has these green eyes that make my heart soar... we are actually going to grab some beers for some relax after our win at the police station."

Garth chuckled on the other end and you smiled as you zipped up your favorite mini jean skirt and put on your jet black tank top, "oooo your name gots a date your name gots a date... i want a full report on it within the fortnight..."

that made you laugh as you tried to do up your leather boot, "of course Garth i gotta go ill call you tomorrow.." you hung up the phone and laughed grabbing your holister and tucking it under your right boot and tucking ur gun in there and then you grabbed your brand new leather jacket (cause your other one had been shredded by a werewolf a while back).

you made sure you had your phone but left your pager in the room and obviously had your ID and your wallet you werent sure where this night was going but it was looking good so far. you made sure your room key was in your wallet and then you exited the motel room. you looked up to see Dean, looking ravenously hot leaning on the hood of his sleak black 1967 Impala.

"well well well she cleans up good for a huntress... perfect to match my hunter... wouldnt you agree..." Dean said as he strode towards you, making you smile, "Dean when i checked in with my friend he mentioned to me that i should have started dating years ago... not saying you know i dont actually know if this is a date or not but he said he wants a full report within a fortnight..."

Dean laughs as he opens the passenger door to his 1967 Impala and lets you inside. the leather interior cool against ur skin but u didnt care, things at that moment just seemed to feel normal like it had all happened before. Dean closed the door when you were safely inside and he crawled in on his side. he stuck the key in the ignition and your face lit up happily as the engine purred to life, you smiled as led zepplin or metalica or whoever it was blasted thru the radio you didnt know why but it made you all warm and fuzzy inside.

like something out of a dream or a movie, something that made your heart skip a few beats till he reached and took your hand in his and your heart stopped slightly as you turned slightly to look in his eyes, "this is gonna sound crazy but i feel like i already knew you before today... i'm sorry if that sounds crazy but its just how im feeling."

Dean tightened his hold on your hand for the fear he had in his stomach was far too great, "no no no 'your name' dont ever think anything sounds crazy for infact i feel the same way... but why would we both be feeling like this i mean it cant possibly be the fact that... no no no there wasnt anyone with me on that hunt and plus i think i would remember...."

you looked at his now very confused, confused as to what he was talking about you took a sigh and you smiled lightly, "remember what dean?? whats going on???" you asked now slightly worried that dean might have... "yourname dont walk out on me please i dont want to loose you after i say what i am going to i fear i might..."

you reached out and touched his cheek lightly feeling his stubble run across your palm, "im not going anywhere dean i promise.." Dean breathed in and sighed, "about 3 years ago to this day i woke up in a hospital and my brother said i had been attacked by a jinn with no major injuries but he also mentioned someone else had been found where i had been found too but why would he mention that to me if not for me to question eventually he ignored me on it and everyday since ive had to live with the feeling like im missing something."

at that moment it occured to you that a similar thing had happened to you about 3 years to date, "it doesnt sound horrible actually something similar happened to me about 3 years ago too except i dont know what happened doctor said that i came in with brusing and a small concussion and a sprained shoulder but was also knocked out from the time i was brought in till 2 days later and that i wasnt the only one brought in too... same sitchuation what the hell is going on???"

Dean at that moment had an idea, he knew it was gonna be a long shot but it was their best chance possibly at finding out more about what this all means and what actually happened... dean then turned to the window and turned off the car as a smile crossed his face. he got out of the car and came over to your side and smiled as he twirled you closing the door and walking with you into his motel room, "just relax 'yourname' im not gonna get freaky but we are gonna get some answers... Castiel if you got your ears on get your feathery ass down here we need answers and we need them now"

at that moment a small woosh, suddenly a man in a trenchcoat was standing across from you and dean. now dean who now got up and sighed, "cas we need help something happened to us and made us not able to remember all the details we need to know what happened and whether or not we are connected by something..."

"actually you are... Dean Winchester meet YourFirstandLastname and vise versa your story is one hella complex thing you already knew eachother but 3 years ago you were on a hunt together you had slept together and chased this cluster of jinn across america agreeing to meet in the middle for the final 2 but when you arrived together you were a couple and it had taken you guys 1 year and 7 months of working as a couple to get that far but along the way... well why dont i show you that very same day...."

Castiel came to you and dean and touched your foreheads showing you everything from that same 24 hours:

Dean stopping at a little jewelry store and getting an engagement ring,

you both showing up at the abandoned mental hospital where the jinn had set up shop,

Dean following your every move as you did his and you both killing the first jinn only before Dean getting hit really hard and passing out slightly and you getting taken by the second jinn,

dean getting up and scowering the entire facility but finding you tied to a chair in what he presumed to be the morgue but the floor had been booby trapped and dean getting clunked on the head,

saying your name as he passed out and then you screaming his name before you got clunked on the head and passed out both of you waking up in the same hospital, both of you walking out of the hospital and back to present day...

once Cas took his fingers off yours and Dean’s foreheads you both shook your heads from the sudden return of your memories and then Cas smiled,

"your parents were destined to have both of you exactly at the precise moments you were conceived and born because you are soulmates... your destined to be together written in the stars type thing. you both were destined for a greater purpose and for that i leave you to get back to your original states."

Castiel disappeared shortly after his statement, you got up and stood at the mirror in the bathroom sighing as you splashed some cool water across your facial features you looked at dean through the mirror. you smiled lightly as your head felt like it was about to explode, your memories changing and you started to giggle,

"after all this time i thought i was alone, i never imagined that coming here would not only let me figure out this case but allow me to find my soulmate. let alone finding out it is the famous Dean Winchester, Garth Fitzgerald talks about you all the time."

you said as you strode back to him slowly but hearing him chuckle was what made you look up at him, "Garth that’s your friend, Garth really why him why Garth... is that who wants you to report in..." you giggle as you trip over his napsack, landing in his lap, his arms tightening around you, "yourname i know that this has been just crazy, its been very crazy and we have been seperated for 3 years but right now we need to make things official they should have already been official but you need to accept my question now..."

you felt dean reach into the pocket of his leather jacket and then move himself out from beneath you, you watched him kneel on the ground in  front of you,

"yourname i know that getting our memories back filled in alot of blanks but right now its just about us. so one very important question still needing to be answered, yourname will you become a Winchester and marry me in the process???"

you nodded as he slid the ring on your finger, "yes Dean although me becoming a Winchester means my family line is officially dead, oh well we were all ready a dead line, together we start something new cause we are all chained to the rhythm and we can turn it up cause its our favorite song and we will dance dance dance to the distortion..."

you kissed him pinning him to the bed between the giggles, laughing, beers, shirts flying, everything flying around the room the feeling of sensation and pleasure fill the bed your lives and the room.

-----THE NEXT MORNING-----

you woke up to your ringtone, "It is my desire Break down the walls to connect, inspire Ay, up in your high place, liars Time is ticking for the empire The truth they feed is feeble As so many times before They greed over the people They stumbling and fumbling And we're about to riot They woke up, they woke up the lions (Woo!)"

Dean stirred beside you and tightened his grip on your waist as you reached for your phone and groaned at the call display, "Garth, its 8:30 i’m hungover and you're annoying me with this call because..." Garth cleared his throat on the other end as you felt dean bury his face into the back of your neck as he groaned kissing your neck now sort of conscious his stubble drafting cross your neck, "well yourname how did the evening go..."

dean picked up on the fact that it was Garth you were talking to and he nodded for you to put this on speaker, "Garth you best have a good reason for disturbing me and my gorgeous fiance at this obscenely obnoxious hour of the morning." Dean kissed your lips softly as Garth gasped, "dean my man hows it going??? & yourname you didn’t tell me you were with Dean Winchester, nor the fact that you knew him i mean both of you... but how?????"

you smile as dean buries his lips into the crook of your neck and you giggle, "Garth, that`s a long story which i will tell you when we next do a meeting, but i plea you to spread word around amongst the hunters that Dean Winchester is getting married and formal invites will follow..."

you smiled as a light moan slipped from your lips and Garth cleared his throat, "well well well so whens the wedding????" dean then sighed, "bye Garth we will speak to you when we do..." dean then closed the call and hung up you only smiled and laughed it was the most amazing night ever.

-------- 1 year later---------

THE DAY HAD ARRIVED, the flowers everywhere, the bunker dun up in loads of twinkle lights, the hustle and bustle of Charlie and others rushing round, getting everything ready but mostly the annoyance of Sam and Charlie having you and Dean trapped away from eachother.

Charlie having you stuck in your old room & Sam having stuck Dean in what was soon to be your shared room but there was something that made today seem like something out of a dream.

thru text tho you and dean were able to exchange i love you's and chit chat while you both were prodded and poked and dressed and such by Charlie and Sam. everyone was having fun but as the music started you started to get nervous...

you and dean were allowed to call only once both of you were ready, "Dean i don`t know if its just me but now wearing this dress and these stupid heels, i suddenly am nervous to do this in front of all these people..."

"don`t stress sweetheart just think we will be legal after this.. trust me we have been chained into the same rhythm for a long time and today is my favorite day cause today i get tied to the woman who has made me a better man... i`ll see you out there babe..." Dean said as Sam and Charlie both entered your quarters and announced it was time and took your phones away hanging them up...

you breathed in and smiled as you heard the intro to your favorite song and you started to sing along, "Are we crazy? Living our lives through a lens Trapped in our white picket fence Like ornaments..."

as you were led from your room down the hall which now had a red carpet and still yet you continued to sing but once you entered the main hall you were stopped by Sam who had volunteered to walk you down the aisle even tho technically he was also the best man but he was the closest person to do the job and you wouldn`t have it another way.

you walked over to Sam who hugged you and congratulated you before linking your arm in his and the chorus started and everyone rose as Castiel said, "all rise for the entry of the bride..." at which point you started down the aisle with Sam and as soon as you locked eyes with dean you were sure you would fall but you knew that wouldn't happen as long as you lived with these fantastic people.

it was here finally as Sam placed your hand in deans and took his place beside his brother you smiled as you and dean approached Cas who smiled,

      "ladies gentlemen friends family it gives me the extreme honor of marrying Dean Winchester and YourFirst&LastName, these 2 people have been through so much being hunters, this life is never easy but when things get tough the tough stay strong for it is the strength of family and friends that gets us through this rough life. now as dean and yourname have opted for saying the short and sweet versions of their vows i would like to invite them to do so now..."

dean straightened up and smiled,

      "yourname i know we have been through so much but now we never have to be alone again you have a home with me and Sam and everyone here we know how this life is especially for someone who had no one else who searched for so long we know that nothing is easy, but everything comes with a price, you paid that price when you started hunting you killed the thing that took your family from you.. but it was your courage and thrill of the hunt that brought you to me, now we never have to be apart again. i love you yourname and i`m happy your mine..."

you smiled and sniffled slightly as you sighed,

       "Dean your right you always are no matter what anyone says, i know we shouldn`t have taken our time together the first time for granted but loosing you and yet still ever worse loosing my memory of you has made me a better person a stronger hunter and as you said the huntress to your hunter. i`m proud to on this day become your wife and i only regret not stabbing that stupid memory stealing jinn when i had the chance... i know i`ve said it before but i wasn`t kidding you make me happy you are not useless you are my superman and i wouldn`t want anyone else... i love you dean and i cant wait to see where life will take us..."

Cas cleared his throat as Charlie and Sam handed off the rings which were immediately placed allowing Cas to continue,        

"and so by the power vested within me by the laws of heaven and earth i hereby finally pronounce you husband and wife, dean you may kiss your bride"  

Dean was familiar with that part he wrapped his arms around your waist and dipped you kissing you passionately earning claps awes and ooos from the crowd as the song finished,

"It goes on, and on, and on 'Cause we're all chained to the rhythm"

[gayrackham]

Anniverary

This was written for week 1 of SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge.

It’s another death anniversary for Jude. She has lost count how many death anniversaries of her loved ones she celebrated already. Her parents, Gabriel, Bobby, Kathy. Every year she cries herself to sleep in rememberance of those lost. And every year she drinks enough to forget why is she crying.

Sam and Dean learned to let her mourn however she saw fit. But it looked like Mick didn’t know yet.

Jude was awoken by a knocking. With a groan she reached for her phone to check the time.

“It’s 8:30, I have a hangover and you are annoying me,” she announced to the person on the other side the door.

“Jude, it’s me. May I come in?” Oh crap, Mick. Jude didn’t want him to see her like that. Still, she let him in.

He sat next to her on the bed and gently put a hand on her shoulder.

“What’s wrong, Jude?” he asked softly, as if not to make her even more miserable than she already was. Jude shook her head.

“Don’t wanna talk about it.,” she offered. “Cuddle?”

Mick nodded and pulled her close. “Of course, if it makes you feel better.”

Things weren’t perfect, things weren’t even good but they were good enough for Jude. She could survive this.

[jayankles]

Easy on the Tickles (AU)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 668

A/N - Person 1 is ticklish and person 2 uses that to get cuddles during the day for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ’s #SPN HIATUS WRITING CHALLENGE 2017 AND # SPN HWC - WEEK 7

When Dean found out that Y/N was ticklish he used that against her every time he wanted to gain advantage.

The first time he found out was when she had pulled him into a hug, he had accidentally brushed her exposed sides with his the pads of his fingertips.

A giggle had turned into small squeal. He knew she was done for, he would use this knowledge and get whatever he wanted from her; within reason.

He used it when she wouldn’t share her cereal with him. When he tried to reach for it, she simply grabbed the box and held her arm away from Dean.

‘I’ll just have some toast then.’

He held his hands in mock surrender and got up to put his bowl back into the cupboard, or that is what Y/N thought he was doing.

She put the box back down and continued to obliviously eat her cereal in peace, or so she thought.

Dean had gripped her around her waist from behind and pulled her into his chest. She squealed again, like Dean knew she would.

‘Dean stop! Dean, put me down!’

‘Nu-uh, not a chance. You didn’t share with me. So I think you have to repay me some other way.’ The way he said it, didn’t even remotely sound sexual or sultry, he almost sounded innocent.

He finally got her to rest comfortably in one arm, he used the other to grasp her hips, lightly digging into the flesh of her skin. She knew what Dean was about to do.

‘Please! I’ll do anything! Don’t do it, Dean! You can have some of my cereal! I give, I give. Mercy!’ She called and called. Y/N had practically begged Dean to stop the light torture to the point where she couldn’t breathe.

With a few more flexes of his fingers her gradually ceased his motions and spun her around in circles before he puts her back down on the ground and kisses the side of her neck, not removing his arms from her body.

Her hand came up and carded through Dean’s hair and lightly tugged at it pulling him away from her neck.

‘Who knew the great Dean Winchester was such a cuddler?’ Y/N quickly got out before she attached her lips to Dean’s.

It always ended up that way and he loved it. Dean wouldn’t explicitly say that he wanted to cuddle or hug the life out of Y/N. No, that would be the simple way.

When Y/N was mad at him she would ignore Dean. He tried other ways before reverting back to his last resort. But they would always end up in the same position.

In bed. Facing the door. Dean the big spoon and Y/N the little spoon. A content smile on their faces as they drifted off in a slumber. The memory foam mattress acting as a cloud that took them to their own little heaven together. There was only one thing that Dean would do and that was to tickle Y/N and entice her in a hug as a source of redemption.

With this in mind, on his days off of a busy day at work he would catch her at an unexpected time. When she was doing the dishes, when she was curled up in her sacred chair reading until her eyes were burning – even then she didn’t stop – but Dean’s favourite memory was when Y/N had revealed that she was pregnant and that he had to go easy on the tickles. If he wanted cuddles he would have to do it the old fashioned way; just ask for one or wrap his arms around her anyway.

Eight months later, a beautiful baby girl had been brought into Dean and Y/N’s life. Dean vowed that he would squeeze in all the cuddles he could with his little bundle of joy with or without tickling. He would willing do either of those if it meant being closer to his girls.

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SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge - Week 20

LAST WEEEEK wuhooo it has been a crazy ride - thanks to all who has written anything for this challenge over the summer. You guys rock.

This week’s duedate is Wednesday Oct 11th - 8pm CET/2pm EST.

Let’s recap the rules shall we?

- Everyone can join in!

- You can write as much or as little as you want.

- All actors, characters, ships, types of readers, ocs are allowed. As long as it ties to SPN we are good.

- AUs are welcome also

- Two prompts are given each week. You can use both or just one or you can write a fic for each. You can skip any weeks you’d like as well. All optional.

- Mention the challenge in the A/N and use the hashtags #SPN HIATUS WRITING CHALLENGE 2017 AND # SPN HWC - WEEK 20 within the first five tags

- You can tag me but I will not promise I will read nor reblog all of them.

If you want on the Weekly Masterpost you have to post by 8pm CET/ 2pm EST Wednesday the 11th of October and add your fic to this doc, where it fits!

Any Questions feel free to send me an ask.

PROMPT 1 (Dialouge prompt):

”This is so not the time or place for this.“

PROMPT 2  (Gif - YEP THAT’S AN SPN GIF THIS TIME!):

Link to entry doc (just in case):

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1FPp-pMlbALMQLIVNafbTsNR5lJVpTjOlONK97HIjt9E/edit?usp=sharing

Challenge taglist closed cause tumblr already breaks my links! A link to each weeks prompts can be found on my SPN HIATUS CHALLENGE PAGE