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the-awkward-writer · 7 years ago

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The Afternoon After

The Morning After (Part II): The Afternoon After

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex

A/N: After much consideration, and request, I’ve decided to do a part two for “The Morning After”! The prompt for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s SPN Hiatus Challenge fit pretty well with it and I liked it, so I went with it. The gif I was given is right below, and the dialogue prompt is in bold in the fic so it is relatively easy to find. Enjoy! This is also completely unedited. I'm sorry.

Prompt: The gif below and the line “Are we completely sure that’s how it’s supposed to look?”

Read Part I Here!

When you woke up from your nap in Jensen’s arms, you very much did kick his ass.

“Jensen Ross Ackles!” You yelled, throwing your shirt at him.

Jensen flinched, “My head still hurts, Y/N, quiet down,” he hissed, grasping his head in his hands.

“I don’t give a fuck if your head hurts, sweetheart,” you spat. “There is a fucking ring on my hand and I know it’s your fault!”

Jensen turned around to face you, “What do you mean a-”

You cut Jensen off, flinging your left hand in his face, “Well fuck,” he said softly, his eyes locked on the gold band.

“‘Well fuck,’ is right Jensen,” you said in a mocking tone. “I’m going to go take a shower, then you will because we both smell like cheap booze and sex, and then you will be cleaning my room up,” you shoved your finger into his chest roughly, giving him a pointed glare before walking off towards the bathroom, leaving a shell shocked Jensen in your wake.

You were in the shower for just under half an hour, brushing past Jensen as he walked into the bathroom to clean himself up.

While you waited for him, you stripped the sheets off of your bed, throwing them in the washing machine.

Ten minutes later, you were sat on the bare mattress, your laptop in front of you, and your phone pressed to your ear, “Come on Jared,” you pleaded with the giant puppy of a man. “You have to know where we went!”

“Y/N,” Jared’s voice sounded gruff with sleep, “I was just as drunk as you were. I have no idea where the two of you idiots went, why are you asking?”

You took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of your nose, “Because I woke up with a wedding ring on!”

Jared laughed heartily on the other line, obviously amused with your predicament, “I don’t know why you’re complaining. You’ve always wanted him,” Jared pointed out.

You took a deep breath, willing yourself to stay where you are and not go over to Jared’s house and rip his head off.

“I know this, Jared!” You yelled at him, “But he doesn’t and I would’ve liked for it to stay that way!”

Jared sighed on the other end, “I can’t help you, Y/N,” he said. “There’s nothing I can do.”

You sighed heavily, throwing your head back against the headboard, but immediately regretting it as a shooting pain made its way across the back of your head, “Ow,” you mumbled.

Jared sighed again, probably at your clumsy action, “Goodbye, Y/N,” he said.

“Bye Jare,” you hung up the phone, throwing to on the mattress.

You moved closer to your laptop, typing furiously to try and find where the hell you and Jensen could have gone the night before.

You were only searching for a good five minutes when Jensen came out of the bathroom, a trail of steam following him. A towel was slung low on his hips, practically making you drool, “Sorry,” he said, “I forgot my clothes.” He shuffled towards the red duffel bag on the floor at the foot of your bed. Looks like drunk Jensen planned ahead, you thought.

Once Jensen held a pair of boxers and sweatpants, he stood up quickly, which made him lose grip on his towel, and the cotton to fall to the floor.

“Oh my god!” You shrieked, covering your eyes.

“Fuck!” Jensen swore, bending down quickly to grab the towel. “Sorry Y/N!” Jensen knew that his face was beet red from embarrassment.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before, right?” You joked with your hands still over your eyes.

Jensen chuckled slightly and cleared his throat, shuffling back into the bathroom without a word.

You let out a breath and dropped your hands as you heard the bathroom door click shut.

You stood up from the bed, your research forgotten as you inspected your room. You thought that the curtain rod would have to be completely replaced. You would have to reorganize your desk, and it looked like one of the wheels on your desk chair was broken.

“Fucking Jensen,” you said, kicking the fallen chair lightly.

Your head snapped up as the bathroom door opened and Jensen walked out, a blush painted on his cheeks.

“You broke my curtain rod and the wheel on my desk chair,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

Jensen rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “I’ll fix that.”

“Damn right you will,” you glare at him and strut past him, and out of your bedroom.

You heard Jensen sigh heavily as you made your way to the kitchen to brew a strong pot of coffee and make some breakfast.

You reached into your cupboard, grabbing a coffee filter and the bag of coffee grounds. Once the filter was settled in the machine you dumped in more coffee grounds than necessary and flicked the on button.

“I’m going to run out to the store to get you some new curtains and a desk chair,” Jensen said, coming into the kitchen with a red t-shirt covering his previously bare chest.

You turned to face him, “You don’t have to do that, Jensen,” you said, “I was only joking.”

Jensen shook his head with a slight smile, “Nope. I broke your shit, so I’m going to get you new things.”

You sighed, giving in without a word, knowing that he wasn’t going to be deterred. “Fine. But I’m making breakfast, so hurry back.”

Jensen grabbed your keys off of the counter and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “And after that we can talk about a certain piece of jewelry,” he said with another smirk and a wink.

You blushed as he winked at you and left your apartment.

You knew that he would be gone for at least an hour, so you held off on the breakfast for a moment, heading back into your room to organize your desk.

“Honey, I’m home!” Jensen called teasingly as he walked back into your apartment carrying two medium sized boxes.

“Oh good, I was beginning to worry,” you teased back, appearing from the kitchen.

Jensen rolled his eyes and dropped the boxes by your couch, “What smells so good?” He asked, rubbing his stomach as it growled loudly.

“Pancakes and bacon,” you said. “Nothing special.”

Jensen grabbed a plate, piling it high with pancakes and multiple strips of bacon, “Your cooking is always special, Y/N,” he said, his eyes trained on his full plate as he made his way to your dining room table.

You were thankful that he didn’t see your blush. You busied yourself by grabbing a plate and grabbing some food as well as orange juice for the both of you.

“Jesus Christ,” you commented. You left the man alone for a total of two minutes and he had already managed to inhale almost half of his plate.

Jensen swallowed his mouthful of food, “I told you,” he said with a cheesy smile, “Your food is great.”

After you and Jensen finished with breakfast each of you took one box to your bedroom. “Where did you get these?” You asked, noting the surprising weight to the box holding the curtain rod.

“IKEA,” Jensen said, throwing his box onto your bed.

“Great,” you said, “We’ll never get it assembled.”

Jensen chuckled, “I know how to assemble a chair and a curtain rod, Y/N,” he said. “This won’t be a problem.”

Long story short, Jensen was dead fucking wrong.

You had been sitting on the floor for over an hour trying to figure out the damn curtain rod. Your back ached, your neck was stiff, and your tailbone hurt like nobody’s business.

The two of you were able to get the curtain rod together, but it sure as hell didn’t look like a curtain rod.

“Are we completely sure that’s how it’s supposed to look?” Jensen’s head was cocked to the side, a slight frown gracing his handsome features.

You sighed, “That doesn’t look anything like a curtain rod! It looks like a deformed chicken!”

“Where the hell did you get ‘deformed chicken’ from?” Jensen asked incredulously, turning to face you with his arms over his chest.

“I don’t know!”

Jensen chuckled, “You are something else, aren’t ya?”

The look in his eyes made you shiver. His eyes and words were not completely corresponding.

You chuckled awkwardly, shuffling your bare feet on the carpet, “Listen, Jensen, we need to talk about this,” you say, lifting your left hand.

Jensen’s face was suddenly serious as he led you out of your confining room and to your living room. Jensen sat down at one end of the couch and gestured for you to sit across from him. You did as he said, tucking your legs under your body.

Your stomach twisted into knots as the two of you sat there in silence. You didn’t want to annul the marriage. You wanted to see if it would work out between the two of you.

Jensen looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to talk.

You took a deep breath, “I- um. I-” You stutter.

“You what?” Jensen asked with a teasing smirk on his face.

You closed your eyes for a moment, your stomach twisting into knots. You had known the man for over ten years and you couldn’t spit out a simple sentence, “I don’t want to.”

Jensen raised his eyebrow questioningly, “You don’t want to what?” Jensen chuckled slightly at how vague you were being.

“I-um-I don’t want to break this up,” you say slowly; the words didn’t sound right on your tongue.

Jensen leaned back, an unreadable look on his face. “I mean, unless you don’t want to,” you say, looking at your hands and picking at a hangnail. “If not I understand. I mean you probably don’t even like me like-” Your sentence was cut off as Jensen leaned across the couch, smashing his lips to yours.

You gasped at his action, but you quickly found yourself melting into his touch. “I’m assuming that means that you don’t want to end this either?”

Jensen smirked, “Hell no, baby. I’m in it for the long run,” Jensen said, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

You smiled widely and wrapped your arms around his neck. Without warning, you felt Jensen’s hands under your thighs, lifting you, “Jensen!” You squealed, “What the hell are you doing?”

Jensen held your body against the wall as he opened the door to your bedroom, “I’m showing you how much I don’t want to end this.” Jensen was able to get the door open, “Fuck,” he muttered as he stubbed his toe on the door frame.

“You okay, baby?” You asked in a teasing voice, “Do you want me to kiss it better?”

“Real funny, Y/N,” Jensen said, “Always the comedi-fuck!”

You squeal loudly as Jensen hits his shin on the end of your bed, making the two of you crash onto the mattress. As you land on your back, you hear splintering wood and a loud thud as your box spring crashes to the floor.

Your entire body shakes with laughter, “You just broke my fucking bed!” You giggle harder as Jensen buried his head in your neck in embarrassment.

“Looks like you owe me a new bed too,” you giggled, “You’re such a klutz!”

Jensen laughed too, his body shaking, “And I’m completely sober, too.”

“You’re gonna end up replacing all of my things by the end of the week!”

“Well, it looks like you’ll just have to move in with me so that doesn’t happen.”

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revwinchester · 7 years ago

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Wine and Dine and Apple Sauce

Summary: The reader and the Winchesters are taking on a coven of witches when the reader ends up under the influences of a spell. Gabriel, who has developed a crush on the reader, is left behind to care for her.

Pairings/Characters: Gabriel x Reader; Castiel, Sam, Dean

Word Count:3121

Warnings: some cursing (language), some cursing (spell work), reader ends up an infant, mostly just fluff

A/N: This is for 2 challenges! It’s my entry for this week’s SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge being hosted by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing (”Are we completely sure that’s how it’s supposed to look”) and for @klaineaholic‘s 400 followers challenge (”My power means nothing to an infant”)! Both of the prompts are in bold in the text! I added tags about a ten hours after I posted the fic in the first place. Sorry for anyone who’s already seen it and just got a notification. :)

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Wine and Dine and Apple Sauce -

“Who is that?” Gabriel asked.

He and Castiel had been invisibly following the Winchesters on their latest hunt, making sure that they didn’t hurt themselves or worse. They were after a particularly dangerous coven of witches but had declined the angels’ assistance when it had been offered.

Castiel looked in the direction his brother was pointing and smiled. “That is Y/N, she’s a hunter that Sam and Dean met some time ago on one of their cases.”

Gabriel was transfixed, openly staring at Y/N as she greeted the Winchesters, hugging them like old friends. Castiel was still talking but Gabriel wasn’t paying attention anymore. Instead, he watched as Y/N pulled off her beanie and ran her hand through her shining hair before settling the hat back into place on her head.

“She was raised by witches but, after she found out they had killed her parents, she took to hunting them, instead,” Castiel’s introduction concluded.

Gabriel waved his hand at his brother. “Yeah, yeah, Cas, thanks. Which one of them is she sleeping with?”

Cas didn’t answer. He looked at Gabriel, confusion coloring his features. “Why would you assume that, brother?” he asked perplexed. “To my knowledge, Y/N isn’t sexually active with either Winchester.”

Gabriel was glad to hear that. Usually when there was an attractive woman around, it was a safe bet that one of the brothers wanted in her pants. Either they hadn’t succeeded, yet, or she was a good enough hunter that they needed her. Maybe both. Either way, it meant Gabriel had a shot, still, and he was going to take it.

“You’ve got a handle on things, right? You’ll make sure they don’t do anything incredibly stupid?” he asked Castiel.

The seraph nodded and Gabriel took off to prepare.

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“Are we completely sure that’s how it’s supposed to look?” She asked Sam, swirling the glass in her hand.

“You’re the one who was raised by witches, Y/N,” Sam replied with a sly smile. Both of them were in a little over their heads and the photograph of the liquid someone had taped onto the page was in black and white and not at all helpful.

Y/N barked out a laugh. “Yeah, we didn’t really get too far into my magical training before I killed the assholes who killed my parents,” you reminded Sam, swirling the glass again. “What does the book say?”

Sam consulted the text again. It wasn’t the first time she or Sam had resorted to using magic on a hunt bit this tracking spell was definitely the most advanced thing either of them had tried. “Thick, bright green liquid.”

“Well, it’s kind of more chartreuse but that’s technically bright green, right?” Y/N asked, trying to reassure herself.

Sam nodded. “Yeah,” he assured her. “I mean, we triple checked the ingredients and Dad had me speaking Latin since I was five so I’m sure I got the incantation right.” His voice was strong but Y/N could tell that he was nervous about this, too.

She nodded in response and lifted the glass in a toast to Sam. “Alright, well, bottoms up, then.” Y/N put the glass to her lips and downed the liquid. Nothing happened for a moment but then, suddenly, she was gone.

“Shit!” Sam cried out, scrambling for his phone. This spell wasn’t supposed to do that, Y/N shouldn’t have disappeared. “Shit!” he shouted again for good measure as he simultaneously dialed Dean’s number and prayed to Cas.

Before Dean could answer the phone, he and Castiel were standing just inside the motel room door. “Jeeze, Cas, you gotta warn a guy before you do that,” Dean complained.

Sam interrupted his brother, harshly shouting his name. “Dean! Y/N is gone. We tried that tracking spell she found and she disappeared.”

“You don’t think…” Dean begin, “It didn’t take her right to the witches, did it?” His face was painted with worry, bordering on panic. The brothers had known Y/N for a long time. She was a great hunter - one of the best - and an even better friend. She was like a sister to them and they had to find her and get her back. He turned to Cas, hoping the angel could track Y/N.

Castiel’s head was cocked to the side and his gaze was fixed on a point across from where Sam stood. “Y/N hasn’t disappeared,” he told the brothers, “she’s still here.”

As if on cue, a loud wail sounded from the floor where Cas was staring. The brothers gave each other confused looks and Sam crossed around the table to where Y/N had been standing. He looked down to the source of the noise and his eyes went wide. Sam stooped down and scooped up a baby from where it was nestled within Y/N’s clothes. He did his best to sooth the child. She couldn’t be more than six months old and had a shock of hair on her head the same color as Y/N’s. “Um, guys, I think I found her.” Sam’s voice was nervous as he held the baby in his arms. She looked so tiny compared to his giant frame.

Dean shook his head in disbelief, his mouth opening and closing like a fish for a moment before he collected himself enough to ask “What?”

“I don’t…” Sam started loudly, causing the baby to cry again. He took a breath and leveled out his tone before continuing, “I don’t know. Something must have gone wrong with the spell. We were pretty confident we got it right but…” he indicated the crying baby that he was now holding against his shoulder. Sam rubbed her back and bounced her a little bit, hoping to calm her down again.

Dean turned to Castiel. “Is he right? Is that Y/N?”

Cas crossed the room to where Sam stood with the baby and placed his hand on the back of her head. “Yes, this is Y/N,” the angel confirmed.

Sam looked to Cas with hope. “Can you fix it, undo the spell?”

“No,” Castiel replied. “This magic was consumed, it has to work its way out of her system naturally.” His touch and gravely voice seemed to sooth Y/N further and she was drifting off to sleep against Sam’s shoulder. “From the feel of the magic in her, I estimate that she should be back to normal by morning.” He raised his hand and passed it over Y/N’s back, conjuring up a diaper and some appropriately sized clothes for her.

Out of nowhere, lights like fireworks burst and crackled in the room and Y/N woke up and squirmed in Sam’s arms until he flipped her around so she could see the source of the commotion. Her tiny eyes were wide and her mouth was open in joy at the display. When Gabriel stepped out from the center of the lights carrying a bouquet of brightly colored flowers and a large, swirled lollipop, Y/N giggled and clapped before reaching out to the archangel.

Gabriel looked around at the people in the room with confusion. “Where’s Y/N?” he asked, “She’s supposed to be here.”

“Why do you care?” Dean asked. “And how do you even know Y/N?”

“I don’t, not yet anyway,” Gabriel replied with a wag of his eyebrows. The baby was still reaching for him so he took her from Sam’s arms. It had been a while but spending centuries raising fledglings meant he’d never forget how to care for something so small. “Why do you have a kid here, anyway?”

Sam managed to look sheepish as he explained that she had been hit by a spell only a few minutes earlier. “So, Gabriel, meet Y/N,” he concluded, a hand coming up to nervously scratch at the back of his neck.

The archangel looked down at the tiny human in his arms and then back at the Winchesters and Castiel. “How the hell did this happen?” The archangel would have been shouting if not for the baby in his arms who had now begun grabbing for the lollipop he had brought with him. Instead, his anger simmered just below the surface. “You were supposed to be watching them, supposed to make sure they didn’t do anything stupid, Castiel!” He snapped open the lollipop’s wrapper and gave it to Y/N as he started pacing the room.

“How am I supposed to impress her now? My power means nothing to an infant,” Gabriel moaned, turning back to Y/N who was now happily sucking and gumming on the candy. “Let’s find the witch who did this and take her out. That should solve the problem quicker than letting the magic leech out of Y/N’s system. Find the witch and I can take her out with a snap of my fingers.”

Sam’s cheeks flushed at that suggestion. “Yeah, uh… there was a group who worked on it,”

“We can take them all out. As long as we get the one who said the incantation, we’re covered,” Gabriel explained frustrated. The Winchesters should know that, he thought.

Sam looked down at the ground as he continued talking, explaining to Gabriel just what had happened. “So, Y/N found this book of spells and she and I put together what was supposed to be a tracking spell. She did the measuring and mixing, I took care of the Latin…”

“You have got to be kidding me.” Gabriel’s voice was full of disbelief. “I don’t suppose you’ll let me kill you to fix this…” the archangel began but Dean interrupted him.

“You are not killing Sam,” he said, his voice stern.

“I’ll bring him right back,” Gabriel promised.

“You are NOT killing Sam.” Dean’s voice was harsh and Gabriel knew he wouldn’t be winning this argument. He considered just doing it for a moment; using his powers to kill Sam for a few seconds and then healing him just as quickly. Dean might not even notice if he could get the older Winchester out of the room. But Dean was on high alert now that Gabriel had suggested it and he’d be hovering by his brother’s side until Gabriel was gone or Y/N was back to normal.

“Look, we need to take care of these witches before they disappear into the wind and take their shit out on some other town” Sam interrupted the staring contest between his brother and the archangel. “Cas says Y/N’ll be fine by morning. If she’s not, you can kill me then, ok? But for now, can either of you track the witches?”

Castiel shook his head. “They’re warded from me but Gabriel may have more success.”

Gabriel shifted his focus from Dean to Sam before he closed his eyes and felt around for the coven. “They’re about 10 miles out of town, holed up in an ancient farmhouse.”

“Alright, Dean and I will go take care of them. Cas, you with us?” Sam asked.

Castiel answered in the affirmative and Sam turned to Gabriel.

“Y/N really seems to like you,” the younger Winchester admitted. “Will you stay here with her?” Sam used his best puppy dog eyes on Gabriel, realizing that the archangel would be hard pressed to resist that look combined with the prospect of watching over Y/N.

Gabriel agreed and his brother and the Winchesters formed their plan and made their way out to the Impala. They agreed to take the afternoon to stake out the house and make their move that night, when most of the witches should be asleep. Gabriel would be on call if things went sideways but they were all pretty sure that the brothers and the angel could handle themselves.

After the trio left, Gabriel was left with Y/N in the motel room. He looked around at their surroundings and Y/N started to squirm in his grasp, wanting to get down and explore. “This is not a safe environment for a child,” Gabriel told her, holding her tightly against his chest. “I can’t fathom how the Winchesters didn’t die growing up in shit holes like this. Especially Sam, he was your age when their dad got started.” He quickly formed an idea of what he wanted in the room and snapped his fingers, changing the space to be much more child friendly. The carpet was plusher, the outlets all had covers over them, and even the wallpaper wasn’t the drab, dingy brown that it had been a second ago. Instead, it was bright and fresh and the new flat screen television was playing Sesame Street. Gabriel placed Y/N down in the Chicco baby walker he had conjured up - it was supposed to be the safest brand in the market right now - and he watched her as she played.

Eventually, Gabriel figured he should feed her something besides the candy he’d brought and so he zapped up some food that was appropriate for a tiny human without any teeth. As he fed Y/N, he started talking to her.

“You know, this wasn’t how tonight was supposed to go,” he confessed. “I was going to make my grand entrance and sweep you off your feet. I had planned on changing this room quite a bit but I had a more of a romantic feeling in mind, not a playroom.” He sighed as Y/N giggled around another bite of food. “I was going to wine and dine you, try to make tonight really special after we had ganked the witches. None of this apple sauce crap.”

Y/N had stopped eating and was looking up at Gabriel like she was actually listening to him. Babies were weird, he thought, but he pressed on. “I know we don’t know each other, that we’ve only just met, and even that’s a technicality because you’ve got no idea what’s going on, really, but I think you’re beautiful and if Sam and Dean trust you on hunts, you’ve got to be strong and a bad ass, even if your spell work could use a little improvement.” Gabriel chuckled to himself at his joke and at the tiny baby glare Y/N was giving him.

Her face shifted, though, with a huge yawn.

“I think it’s time for someone to get some sleep,” Gabriel commented, lifting her from the baby walker and holding her against his shoulder again. He patted Y/N’s back a few times until she burped and then he laid her down in the motel room’s bed and smoothed his hand through her hair.

He stood up but Y/N reached out to him, her tiny hands opening and closing in a grabbing motion. Gabriel swept her up off the bed and laid down himself, resting Y/N on his chest. He didn’t require sleep but he could lie here with her. Gabriel snapped up a soft blanket to cover them and Y/N drifted off into sleep. He watched her for a while before deciding that he would spend the rest of the time concentrating, in a trance like state that he used to call “Prayer Answering Mode.” It allowed him to hear and respond to prayers just a little more quickly and if Castiel and the brothers needed him on this witch hunt, seconds could make all the difference.

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Gabriel was pulled out of his trance by the sound of a door slamming. He shifted on the bed but stopped suddenly, remembering that he had an infant on his chest. Except, he didn’t. Instead, the space where the baby had been was now occupied by a fully grown, very naked, sleeping woman.

Y/N’s arms were wrapped tightly around Gabriel and their legs were tangled together. There was a scrap of fabric poking out from beneath her collarbone and Gabriel surmised that when she shifted back into her normal body, the onesie she had been wearing had torn apart.

“What the hell?” Dean’s gruff, tired voice filled the room and Gabriel turned his head to look at the source of the voice. Sam, Dean, and Cas were standing in the doorway, covered in blood. Sam’s eyes were wide and Dean looked scandalized. Gabriel realized what they were seeing - their friend, naked and on top of him - and he went to snap but Y/N caught his eye first.

Her eyes were open and she didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed. “What did you think would happen when I changed back, Dean? That the clothes would grow with me?” Y/N’s voice was thick with sleep as she wiggled a little bit and pulled a bit of torn fabric out from under her stomach and tossed it at the brothers. “Whichever of you is cleaner, go with Cas and get me some breakfast. Bacon. And Eggs. And a bagel. Things I can chew. The other one, get in the shower.”

Gabriel smiled. Y/N was bossy when she first woke up. Gabriel found that he liked it; it was endearing.

Once the boys were moving, she rolled off of the archangel and pulled the blanket with her to cover herself. “Thank you,” she mumbled.

“For what? I just did what anyone would have,” Gabriel replied.

“For taking care of me, for making this place safe… For calling me beautiful.”

“Seriously, don’t worry about…” Gabriel stopped speaking for a moment. “You heard that?” he asked sheepishly.

Y/N smiled shyly at the archangel. “Every word.”

Gabriel would have been blushing if he had allowed his vessel to react the way a human might. “I’m sorry… I didn’t realize that you knew what was going on. I wouldn’t have…”

Y/N stopped Gabriel with a hand over his mouth. “I don’t mind. ‘Beautiful’ isn’t a word I hear often, especially from other hunters. I liked it - I like it - and, if you wanted, I wouldn’t mind trying that date you were talking about.” Y/N’s voice was quiet, as if she might scare the archangel away if she spoke too loudly.

Beneath her hand, Gabriel was fighting off a grin. “Ov kuhs ah wah dah,” he spoke into her hand.

Y/N giggled a little and moved her hand away so he could talk. “Of course I want that.” Gabriel let a small smile grace his lips. “Just promise me, no dabbling in spell work this afternoon, ok? I’d like to spend time with the real you.”

Y/N threw her head back in laughter at that and she got up, wrapping the blanket around her form as she made her way to her duffel bag for some clothes. “No spells. I promise.”

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notnaturalanahi · 8 years ago

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*The One Room We Didn’t Do It In!

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word count: 363

Warnings: none

A/N: Entry for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge 2017, Week 2

Dialogue prompt: “ Are we completely sure that’s how it’s supposed to look?”

Gif prompt: in the story

*The one room we didn’t do it in!

“Are we completely sure that’s how it’s supposed to look?”

You bite your lower lip; it stills a bit puffed and warmer than usual from the intense kissing, and your eyes scan the apparently neat surface. “Grab that corner,” you indicate and take the opposite yourself. “Pull.”

Dean and you haul the sheets, each one towards themselves, “Yeah, now I think…” you trail off when his arms are around your waist from behind, the weight of his body against yours almost makes you fall onto the bed. “Careful! I don’t wanna have to tide it up again.”

“Let’s get outta here then. Sam’s gonna kill us when he finds out-”

“If, he finds out.” you turn around in Dean’s arms and nibble at the side of his jaw.

“He will, Y/N. We broke it.” he growls a little bit, his hands pressing your body impossibly closer to his.

“You broke it,” you slip off his embrace and start walking out the room, Dean stops you by the hand and you pull him behind you.

“I broke it? I remember someone else jump at me, making us both fall down.”

“Yeah… and you weren’t strong enough to catch me!” Your eyes meet and you both smile at the memory

“Now, we gonna have to scratch Sam’s room out with a little item on the side saying: the one room we didn’t do it in!” you whine and Dean laughs.

You turn around and glare at him. “Now where? That whole breaking the bed thing kinda interrupted us.”

Dean stops with you, a big smile playing at his lips as he thinks. “I recall having quite a nice time at the garage.”

You nod slowly. “Big old cars, fucking comfortable back seats! I race you?” Before Dean understand what’s going on you already start to run. “You comin’?” you mock seeing over your shoulder he hasn’t moved yet.

The heavy door of the bunker opens and closes, you’re about to stop when Dean’s arms come suddenly and the only thing you can do is squirm when he hauls you up and carries you over his shoulder shushing you and telling you to be quiet.

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atc74 · 8 years ago

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In A Hurry

Written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s SPN Weekly Hiatus Challenge. The prompt is “Are we completely sure that’s how it supposed to look?” And the gif below.

I haven't written Sam in a couple of months, so here you. This is unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine.

Word Count: 1200-ish

Warnings: Smut, language

It had been a long hunt, too long; three states over two weeks. Dirty, musty motel rooms, bad diner food and worse aches and pains then you can remember in a long time. Not to mention little to absolutely no alone time with your boyfriend, Sam. Dean was everywhere, all the time. Two freaking weeks and you barely had enough time to rub one out in the shower, let alone get in some good loving time with Sam.

The werewolves were running in packs of tree and four it seemed like for every one you took out, another two popped up in its place. Slower than you would have care for, they eventually led the three of you to their den and the end result was a total of twelve dead wolves over fourteen days. Thankfully the human casualties had not flowed over state lines.

You had inspected both brothers for any injuries that needed immediate treatment or stitches, with Sam doing the same for you. Luckily, the injuries had been minimal with each fight over the last two weeks. None of you had suffered anything that antiseptic and a couple shots of whiskey couldn’t fix.

Huffing loudly, you threw yourself down on the bed next to Sam while Dean finished up in the shower.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Sam looked over at you, concern filling his ever changing eyes.

“Ahhhhggg Sam, I am so horny and Dean won’t leave us alone!” You whined like a child and beat your fists on the bed for good measure.

“Awww come on Babe, it’s not that bad. Just another day and we will be home and we can have all the sex you can handle,” Sam snorted.

“But that is another 24 hours and I won’t make it that long; I need you now,” you whined some more for good measure.

“Y/N, Babe, I want to you, so bad, but we just need to be a little patient. It’s not like we haven’t gone this long before,” Sam tried reasoning with you.

Before you could respond, Dean emerged from the bathroom and to your surprise, he was fully dressed. As if he could read your body language, and he probably could, he made your night.

“I am headed out to see if I can finally get that redhead to give me the time of day. Behave, you two!” Dean pointed a finger at you, grabbed his keys and was gone.

Before the door even closed all the way, you had flipped yourself over and were straddling Sam’s middle, capturing his mouth in a heated kiss as you tried to pull his shirt up over his head. “Sam, I need you. Come on, Dean will be gone for hours,” you panted.

“I got you Baby,” Sam pulled his shirt over his head as you climbed off of him to remove your own clothing, before working to remove his pants as well.

Sam had stood to aide in removing his clothing and you jumped into his arms, the two of you falling into the nearest bed. You settled yourself over his stomach as you leaned over, slotting your mouth against his, your lips fitting together perfectly. Sam Winchester was a man with many talents and taking your breath away was one you never wanted to go without.

The kiss turned needy on your part very quickly and you pulled away, dropping to his neck. You licked your way down, stopping here and there to concentrate on the spots that drove him wild, leaving a mark on his collarbone. You looked up to meet his eyes as you continued to the promised land, following the curve of his chest and chiseled abs. Before you reached your destination, Sam picked you up and took over this mission, his body covering yours as he maneuvered his hips between your legs.

“Sam,” his name nothing but a moan from your lips as he peppered your body with kisses, like you had done to him. His large hands cupped both of your breasts, his thumbs teasing your hard nipples. Sum ducked his head down, to bring one into his mouth, teasing your pert bud with the tip of his tongue, lavishing it with attention before sucking it into his mouth. He repeated the same motions on your other breast.

You really loved the way Sam could push and pull your body to new heights and each time you had sex with him, it was never the same. Even though it has been more than two weeks and you wanted to take your time, your body had different plans. You pulled Sam up to you, feeling his hard body cover yours.

“Please Sam, just fuck me. I can’t wait to have you inside me any longer. We can take our time once we get home,” You urged him, bucking your hips underneath him.

Sam didn’t mind being told twice and eased his way into your tight channel. Audible moans coming from both of you as you adjusted to the feel of the other. It only took a moment before Sam was hammering his hips home and both of you had come in what could be considered embarrassingly quick, but you were too spent to care as you lay huddled together at the end of the bed.

Suddenly, Sam bolted upright so fast, you fell out of the bed, taking the comforter with you.

“Shit! Dean’s back! We’re in his bed!” Sam quickly pulled you up off the floor as the two of you tried your best to put the blankets back on and right it before Dean entered the room. You took a moment to inspect your work.

“Are we completely sure that’s how it supposed to look?” You asked Sam quizzically before hopping back into your own bed, pulling up the sheets to cover your naked form from Dean’s prying eyes, just as you heard his key in the lock. Sam was just pulling his pants back on as the door opened. He tossed you his shirt.

“Like fucking rabbits man! You couldn’t wait until we got home? Now the whole room stinks like sex! Gross!” Dean shouted, dropping two bags on the table and making way for the bathroom.

“That was close!” You exclaimed as you threw on Sam’s shirt and searched for your bed shorts. Pulling them on quickly just as Dean exited the bathroom and stopped, his head tilted to one side, inspecting the scene in front of him.

“Well, that’s just fucking great. I guess I’ll be sleeping in my car tonight. Fucking rabbits and in my goddamn bed! You two are unbelievable!” Dean sounded more pissed than he had in awhile and you felt bad, you really did. But just as he turned to grab dinner from the bag, you saw the smirk on his face.

You looked over at Sam, then to Dean’s bed. You had put the comforter on upside down and backwards, so the fitted end was at the head of the bed. Well, at least you and Sam did one thing well when you were in a hurry!

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georgialouisea · 7 years ago

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Welcome Home

Pairing - Dean X Reader, Sam.

Word Count - 535

Summary - Dean returns to the bunker to a surprise or two from his girlfriend.

A/N - Written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ‘s SPN Hiatus writing challenge. Part of week 2. Inspired by Friends.

As usual, you heard the boys before you saw them, their boots clunking on the metal stairs.

“Y/N?” Dean’s voice echoed through the halls.

“In the kitchen!” You yelled wiping your hands on your apron leaving handprints all over it.

“What are you cooking?” Dean asked still out of sight. You waited for him to appear in the doorway. A smile crossed your face as he entered the kitchen, dropping his duffel bag by the door.

“Well it’s lasagne and I made a trifle.” You rested your hands on your hips.

“Erm.”

“What?” You asked as Dean’s brows furrowed.

“Are we completely sure that’s how it’s supposed to look?” Dean asked as Sam joined you both in the kitchen.

“Why are there peas in the trifle?” Sam asked.

“I did think that was odd, but the recipe said to add them so.” You shrugged as you pointed to the open recipe book on the counter.

“Babe.” Dean's voice was low and comforting.

“Yeah?”

“The pages are stuck together, they’ve ripped. You have a recipe for a trifle and a pie.” Dean informed as he pulled open the mangled pages.

“What?” You asked your elbows falling on the counter, your head resting on your hands.

“It still looks good.” Sam encouraged.

“Don’t lie.” You scowled.

“I’m not.” Sam took your look as his cue to leave the room.

“I can’t make anything, I try to do something nice for you and Sam for when you come home from a hunt. Yet I make a trifle and pie mutant hybrid. God knows what our baby is going to turn out like.” You crossed your arms on the counter, resting your head on them as you began to cry.

“Our what?”

“Huh?” You tilted your head as it still rested on your arms.

“You said our baby.”

“Fuck.” You breathed out as you stood up facing Dean. “This is not how I was going to tell you.”

“You’re pregnant?” Dean questioned wide-eyed.

“Yes, I found out yesterday.” You spoke as Dean almost crushed you into a bear hug.

Neither of you had noticed the smoke billowing from then oven, as you were lost in each other's arms. It wasn't until the smoke alarm began ringing that you pulled yourselves away from each other.

“Get out of the kitchen, I'll sort this.” Dean ordered as he wafted the tea towel and oven mitts in the air.

5 minutes later the smoke had cleared, on the table lay a very burnt lasagne. “Well shit.”

“It’s okay, we can get a take out.” Sam comforted you, running a hand up and down your back.

“God I really need to learn to cook before this baby comes.”

“Baby?” Sam almost choked on his words. “I’m gonna be an Uncle?”

“Yeah, you are Sammy.”

“God, I’m so happy for you two.” Sam enveloped you into a moose sized hug as Dean watched you both.

“Hey careful, precious cargo Sammy.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at your boyfriend.

“Take out for dinner babe, at least I have 9 months to learn to cook, that will be enough right?” You asked as Sam and Dean glanced at each other eyebrows raised.

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jayankles · 8 years ago

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I Hate IKEA

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 504

A/N – another submission for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ’s #SPN HIATUS WRITING CHALLENGE 2017 and #SPN HWC - WEEK 2 using the quote: ‘Are we completely sure that’s how it’s supposed to look?’

‘What the fuck have you done?’ Dean asked Sam, hoping that his voice wasn’t loud enough for you to hear. He tilted his head at the badly built crib. Holding the image that came with the box, he eyed it before flicking his eyes between the picture and the real life hunk of pieced together wood before him. ‘Are we completely sure that’s how it’s supposed to look?’

Sam gave his older brother his patent bitch face and clenched his jaw, the wood in his hands practically screaming for Sam to loosen his grip on them. ‘You know what, Dean, you can come here and do it yourself.’ He ran his hand through his long chocolate locks. ‘I have been in this damn floor for three hours reading these stupid instructions, that don’t even make sense, and my ass has gone numb; I’m not even sure I still have one.’

‘Okay little brother, TMI. Are you sure it’s not you that’s pregnant and not your wife?’ Dean snarked with a grin on his face, overcoming his initial discomfort of his brother’s ass.

‘Fuck you, Dean! You can do this yourself since you haven’t done anything but run ya mouth about how I can’t get it done.’ Sam angrily spat, more annoyed that he couldn’t put together the simple crib but could take out a whole nest of vampires. He just didn’t want to admit it.

What he didn’t know what that you were on the other side of the closed door rubbing the round plumpness of your pregnant stomach, giggling softly as you heard Sam throw a tantrum worse than a toddler who couldn’t get what they wanted. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, biting your lip to remain as quiet as possible to hear the continuation of Sam’s tirade.

You had finally had enough of there bickering and decided to put an end to it, you opened the door and cleared your throat, gaining both of their attention. Dean’s smug smile fell of his face and magically appeared, almost like it leaped on your husband’s at the sight of you. ‘You okay to finish up in here, I need to talk to Sam.’ You said, acting none the wiser, pretending you hadn’t heard their conversation.

‘Oh, yeah, sure. You go catch up and what not.’

‘Thanks Dee.’

You walked off, leaving Dean to his own devices and skills. Sam wrapped an arm around your shoulder while the other softly spread across the expanse of your ballooning belly, you leaned into his shoulder and contentedly sighed, as a sense of calmness and warmth momentarily ran through you. Sam had felt movement your stomach and detatched himself from you, crouching down in front of you so he was face to face with your stomach.

‘Hey kiddo, how’s my little soldier doing today?’ The child inside you responded for himself before you could, kicking you.

It was rudely interrupted as you heard Dean shout.

‘I hate IKEA. We are never, ever, shopping there again!’

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imagining-supernatural · 8 years ago

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Long Live The Queen

My entry for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge 2017 - Week 2

Prompt: “Are we completely sure that’s how it’s supposed to look?”

Summary: The reader has a business marketing magical drug experiences to customers and Rowena doesn’t understand why she would use her talents on something like that.

Word Count: 984

Warnings: Drug use, kinda?

A/N: I was bored at work and as soon as I saw this week’s challenge I just had to write this one. I based the reader off of one that I used for episode 11 of my Season 12 Challenge because I just loved her and there was so much potential with a reader like her! Also, one of my drabble requests was for a Rowena drabble, so here’s a Rowena drabble!

"You, my dear, are going to get your wee self killed one of these days."

"But it'll be fun," you grinned up at Rowena. "Besides, you'll just find a way to bring me back because you know that I'm too adorable to be dead for too long."

With a petite huff, Rowena turned and strolled around the room. While she carefully examined the sigils you'd painted on the walls, you finished mixing the paint for the last round of symbols.

"And what are you going to call this scam?"

Scam. Please. You were providing a service. "I haven't quite decided yet. Something about a carnival fun house, probably. I'll know more once I test it."

So many witches used magic to get more power or exact revenge on enemies. They didn't know how many different options there were. Especially in America. Capitalism, rebellious teenagers, and the need for an escape from the demanding lifestyle of corporate rule were the perfect recipe for the success of your business.

After all, normal drugs ran a profitable business. But drugs laced with magic? Talk about making bank!

And you weren't hurting anyone, so hunters had no reason to come after you. It was all under the table, so the IRS didn't know they had reason to come after you. It was the perfect setup

"It's a waste of your talents," Rowena said, coming to sit by you. "You could be one of the greatest witches of all time, dearie."

"I am. Just not in the traditional sense." You took a break from the spell for a minute to explain yourself to Rowena. "I am American. I grew up where money is King. And in the last two months since I started this, I made over six hundred thousand dollars. I've made the American dollar my bitch. Which makes me the Queen of the King."

You turned back to your bowl of slightly luminescent, globous ooze and smiled widely. "Long live the Queen."

Rowena took a closer look at the ooze and wrinkled her nose. "Are we completely sure that's how it's supposed to look?"

"I'm not completely sure of anything. I'm making this up as I go. That's why I'm testing it before I introduce it to the market."

But with your natural talent and Rowena's teachings, you knew that this would work. You were a natural witch, so all that you needed to test out were the small tweaks to each spell you used in order to ensure the best possible service to your clients.

"You probably wanna take off right now. I'm going to start the final stage of the spell and you don't want to be caught here if it's stronger than I thought."

She sighed. "I'll go so I can save you if you accidentally kill yourself."

"You're the best, Row," you cooed grabbing her hand for a moment. She was your mentor and had been since you were orphaned at the age of eight. Hell, Rowena was practically your mother. But, like, a cool mother. The kind that let you do drugs and sell drugs and make drugs and stuff. "If I don't call you in two days, come looking for me. I might still be in the fun house. We'll see how long this spell lasts."

"You're sticking with that name? The Fun House?"

"Why not?" You shrugged. "This spell should make this entire room some psychedelic mash up of all the good parts of carnivals and the seventies. It’s gonna be a hit."

"And if it changes when there are more people here? Like your attempt at recreating scenes from famous movies?"

"I stand by that one," you said defensively. "The orgy that turned into was phenomenal. In fact, it's in my work in progress folder. I want to be able to recreate that one on purpose. Take it down to L.A. You know how well a Magic Orgy would sell down there? I could bang a dozen celebrities in one night."

Rowena shook her head fondly. "You're a strange one, aren't you?"

"Your life would be so boring without me and you know it. Now get outta here so I can get high."

She left and you made your rounds, painting the last layer of symbols. While you did that, your mind drifted to the theatrics you could use in order to completely sell the show. People tended to like when you put on a show while performing the spell rather than just lighting a match and dropping it into a bowl of herbs. After all, they were paying a pretty penny for you to get them high and relaxed. They wanted to milk that for all it was worth.

And you wanted to milk them for all they were worth. Happy customers came back. And happier customers brought richer friends.

Finally the walls were painted how you planned. You sat in the middle of the floor with the rest of the ingredients and mixed them. When you had an audience, you would definitely be much more theatrical. But until then, you had to focus on the science of it. Once all of the ingredients were mixed in the bowl, you took an excited breath and started the chant.

Lights started flickering and the shadows elongated. Out of the darkness, the sigils you'd drawn on the wall started glowing and a rush of power rushed through you like a turbine in a dam. This was the rush you lived for.

The end of your chant grew near and you closed your eyes, raising your voice. A gentle breeze quickly picked up into a roaring wind that shook the very foundation of the house.

Then there was silence.

Slowly you opened your eyes and a grin overtook your face. This was it. This was exactly what it was supposed to look like. This was your Queendom.

Long live the Queen.

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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 7 years ago

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SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge - Week 2 Masterlist

I love reading all of these fics! Thank you so much for playing guys - you are truly amazing authors! Can’t wait to see what you come up with for next weeks prompts which will be up a few minutes.

PROMPT 1: “Are we completely sure that’s how it’s supposed to look?”

Reader Fics

Sam x Reader:

I Hate IKEA by @jayankles

Martha Stewart Has Left the Bunker by @winchesterprincessbride

Leaning Tower of Pisa Crib by @one-shots-supernatural

Dean x Reader:

Crib Monster! by @summer-binging-spn

Hell’s Kitchen by @supernaturallymarvellous

Hopeful by @percywinchester27

Welcome Home by @georgialouisea

Rowena x Reader:

Long Live The Queen by @imagining-supernatural

Crowley x Reader:

The King is Dad by @kittenofdoomage

Gabriel x Reader

Wine and Dine and Apple Sauce by @revwinchester

Jensen x Reader

Soulmate at long last I found you by @legion18993

OC fics

Multiple Characters

Dates and hunts by @caterpillar-sam

Mick x OCs

Anniversary by @caterpillar-sam

Dean x OCs

Habits by @nonexistentquotes

Ship Fics

Character Ships

Thundering by @deansleather (Denny)

Poorly Assembled by @femmewinchester (Dean x Jo)

PROMPT 2:

Reader fics

Dean x Reader

We Broke It by @jayankles

BOTH PROMPTS IN ONE FIC

Reader Fics

Dean x Reader

The One Room We Didn’t Do It In! by @notnaturalanahi

Sam x Reader

In A Hurry by @atc74

Misha x Reader

For the Camera by @iwantthedean

Jensen x Reader

The Afternoon After by @the-awkward-writer

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

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summer-binging-spn · 8 years ago

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Crib Monster!

Word Count: 293 Warnings: None? Um there’s a baby? Pairing: Dean x Reader Tags: @lucifer-in-leather @ravengirl94 @wayward-mirage @helvonasche @mamaredd123 @myplaceofthingsilove @assbutt-still-in-hell @casbabydontgoineedyou Author’s Note: Okay so you and Dean have a baby. And in my magical fantasy world Eileen was never killed. This is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ‘s week 2 of the 2017 hiatus challenge. The prompt was “Are we completely sure that’s how it’s supposed to look?”

You glance down at the crib Sam and Eileen were supposed to make while you were at the hospital. You are thankful but it’s not exactly a crib. You look between Sam and Eileen. “Are we completely sure that’s how it’s supposed to look?” You ask the pair slightly concerned about the crib. You continue to hold Jo and slightly bounce her.

“Oh yeah, it’s completely right,” Sam smiles confidently. We definitely did this right. Eileen signs. “Okay thanks guys, I think I’m gonna get Dean in here and we’re gonna put her to bed,” you say and smile at them tiredly. “Good night,” Sam says softly. “Good night,” Eileen says as she walks by. “Hey Dean, I think we’re gonna need the bassinette tonight,” you say softly as you walk out towards Dean. “Why? I thought Sam and Eileen were putting the crib together so we wouldn’t have to,” he asks ushering you towards your room. “Oh, I’ll fix that,” he says, leading you to the new rocking chair. You sit with the baby wanting nothing more than to just sleep. “Give me ten minutes sweetheart,” he whispers and starts taking the crib monster apart. You sit rocking Jo and cooing at her. “Alright, I think we’re good,” Dean grins proudly at the crib. “I honestly had more faith in Sam than I should have this time,” you mumble tiredly. “Here, I’ll put her to bed,” Dean offers, holding his arms out. You put her in his arms and watch him slowly put her into the crib. You yawn and Dean picks you up. “Here we go,” he mumbles and he lays you in bed. “Thanks,” you mumble as he lays beside you. You cuddle into his side and drift to sleep.

#Spn hiatus writing challenge 2017 #spn hwc – week 2 #spn hwc - week 2 #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean with baby #dean #dean winchester #reader x dean #reader x dean winchester

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supernaturallymarvellous · 7 years ago

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Hell’s Kitchen: SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge 2017 - Week 2

Author: @supernaturallymarvellous

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 568

Warnings: Language

A/N: This is my entry for Week 2 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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“Next time you come up with such a stupid idea, remind me to smack you across the head.”

“Come on, Y/N. It’s not like we had much of a choice. We needed to get in here undercover and this was the easiest way.”

Here was the kitchen of a large and extremely classy hotel. You’d picked up reports of a handful of mysterious deaths and decided that it was worth investigating, even if that meant spending a huge portion of your time stuck in a hot and busy kitchen. Dean had come up with the genius idea of you pretending to be a pastry chef, filling a vacancy that had been advertised on the hotel’s website. The only problem was that your cooking expertise was limited to making batches of cookies and the occasional pie, as well as spending your downtime binge watching every cookery show that you could find. Call it a guilty pleasure; Dean had Dr Sexy MD, you had Kitchen Nightmares and Barefoot Contessa.

Thanks to an impressive but fake CV, coupled with the Head Chef’s desperate need for a new staff member, you managed to bluff your way through a short interview and were attempting to keep your calm while having to make a series of elaborate dishes that you had only ever seen on tv. However, there was no way you were going to be able to fake your way through what you were currently facing.

“Are we completely sure that’s how it’s meant to look?”

“Oh I’m sorry, I thought I was meant to be the phoney pastry chef here! Do you want to take over and put the finishing touches on a bloody croque-en-bouche?”

“Looks more like a crock of shit to me.”

The glare you aimed in his direction was enough to scare Dean into backing out of the kitchen with a promise to kill the monster currently stalking the corridors above you.

********************************************************************************************** Returning to the kitchen a few hours later having completed his task, Dean was surprised to hear what sounded like the argument of the century, although he wasn’t entirely unsurprised at hearing your voice raising above the others. Poking his head through the door, he joined the ever-increasing throng of employees who had gathered to witness the Head Chef haul a barrage of insults ar the newest member of staff.

Discreetly manoeuvring himself to get a better view of the action, Dean found himself watching you square off against a guy that was double your size and as red in the face as it was humanly possible to be without having a heart attack.

“You are without a doubt the worst damn pastry chef I’ve ever met in my entire life. It’s like I’m working with a goddamn amateur. If I ever have to see your pathetic attempts at cooking again, I’ll probably have an aneurysm. Now get the hell out of my kitchen and don’t bother coming back tomorrow.”

“Oh, take your precious cakes and shove them sideways up your arse, you complete and utter bastard.”

With that, you all but tore your chef’s whites off and threw them dramatically onto the floor before turning and walking towards the door. Seeing Dean standing there, a cheeky grin spread across his face, you couldn’t help but smile. After all, the hunt had been successful and you could finally get out of what felt like Hell’s Kitchen!

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deansleather · 8 years ago

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Thundering

SPN Rare Ship CC: Round 10 | deansleather vs. @vintagesam

Pairing: Denny (Dean x Benny)

Prompt(s): Dry Thunderstorm for @rareshipcreationschallenge ‘s round ten.

“Are we completely sure that’s how it’s supposed to look?” for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ‘s Hiatus Challenge Week 2

Summary: After a late night fit, Benny gives Dean some well deserved comfort.

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Word Count: 1674

Warnings: fluff and angst equally, a comfort fic, SFW

A/N: I kind of got on my soap box with this one; Dean just deserves so much love, and some acknowledgement of his traumas! The italics section is a flashback. This is a bit different for me, so FEEDBACK IS SO VERY LOVED AND NEEDED! EVEN JUST A LIKE!

“What happens when people open their hearts?" "They get better.” ― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

It was a particularly hot night in Louisiana. This wasn’t new of course, it was Louisiana after all, yet it still took its inhabitants by storm. Dean and Benny had taken turns all day tending the bar they owned together, before just deciding to close the damn thing down for the day; neither of them could hardly walk for a few moments without overheating. They had expected to find a sort of reprieve in the night’s cool, but there was no such luck. It wasn’t all bad though; Benny couldn’t deny that he loved seeing Dean all sweaty.

Dean hated every minute of this. Weather this hot was only okay when he was lounging next to the ocean, not sweating it out next to a swamp. Despite the weather patterns, he did love Louisiana. The potent liquor, the constant music, the domestic, bar-owning life with Benny; he was safe and happy, for what felt like the first time in his life. Going home to their log cabin in the woods felt like a reward every day, and with the heat, it was even more favorable.

Both Dean and Benny loved their bedroom; a wall made entirely of glass to their right, their bed unbelievably soft (and expensive, as Dean had tsked about from the beginning. With the reputation Dean had, Benny was infinitely amused at Dean’s old man tendencies), the decorations gathered over time from the places they had travelled together. As they finally climbed in bed, covers practically thrown on the floor, Benny stayed awake for a while. It was too hot to really get sleep anyway, and looking at Dean and the beautiful life they had created, Benny couldn’t help but reminisce. The last time he saw Dean so sweaty was when they attempted building the house they now resided in.

“Jesus,” Dean scoffed to himself. “You’d think this wouldn’t be so strenuous, seeing as I’ve killed things twice my size.”

“Yeah, a year ago,” Benny snorted, walking over to Dean, patting his back playfully. “Now you’ve had too many of my famous pancakes to ever go back.”

Dean smiled, patting his stomach. “I wouldn’t want to go back.”

Benny rolled his eyes, but smiled back, looking at their work so far. Dean joined him, squinting his eyes as the sun peeked out from the trees at intervals. They had picked a forested piece of land, as far from civilization from possible. They didn’t plan on being hermits, but they both agreed they needed some well-deserved alone time when at home. Home. Neither of them could believe it, they were finally getting the life they had wanted since purgatory, or at least after the urge to kill started to subside. Benny tilted his head, looking at Dean from the corner of his eye.

“Uhm, Dean?” Benny began.

“Yeah?”

“Are we completely sure that’s how it’s supposed to look?” Benny drawled, his Cajun accent strong as ever.

Dean sucked in his lips, shaking his head as he looked it over. His head tilted to the right as he continued to look. It was all quite exaggerated. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what the problem was.

“Well,” Dean shrugged, his smirk breaking character. “I believe our house may be crooked.”

Benny laughed with no shame or stress. Dean grinned at the scene; there was something about the way he laughed that made it impossible to be unhappy. Dean still felt a slight twinge in his stomach; of course, building their own house wasn’t necessarily practical, but he had really wanted it to work.

“Don’t you worry,” Benny comforted, as though he had read Dean’s mind. “We’ll work this out. We always do.”

“How?” Dean sighed, looking back to the tilted structure.

“We hire somebody to do it right, to try and fix our mess.” Before Dean could interject, Benny pulled him close by the waist, moving in to whisper in his ear. Dean blushed hearing that deep, accented voice so close. “And us? Well we’ll be far off till it’s done, lounging and loving. And you won’t need to worry ‘bout a thing.”

Dean finally smiled, the real smile Benny always went after, and they leaned in for a quick kiss. Even in a relationship, they weren’t too much about all the touchy stuff. But it was enough; they were enough.

“You know,” Dean jibed, that air of arrogance coming back to him. “Some people pay to see a tilted building. They spend thousands flying over an ocean to take pictures next to it.”

“That’s it,” Benny nodded.

“What?”

“That’s where we’ll go. Tower of Pisa, right? That’s where we’ll be, until our home is ready, and we’ve got all this crooked building business out of our system.”

Dean laughed incredulously, but nodded anyway. “Sure, Benny. I’ll pack, you call the builders.”

In the silence of the night, Benny let out the faintest laugh. Against all odds, fighting against both their hazardous pasts, they somehow managed to come together, forming into a generally functioning duo. Many parts of their life were crooked, but it was happy and it wasn’t lonely, and that was all they could ask for.

In midst of Benny’s thoughts, a loud bang erupted outside. Benny rubbed his eyes, sitting up slightly to see over Dean and through the window-wall. It was silent for a moment, before once more the sky was lit up by the bright purple of lightning, the deep rumble of the thunder following soon after, much louder than the first bang. Benny shook his head; no rain. He knew the heat would bring on some sort of weather oddity. It’d been years since Louisiana had a dry thunderstorm, they usually hit Texas, and Benny just prayed that it wouldn’t catch their little wooden log house on fire.

Suddenly, a deafening bang of thunder erupted, lightning flashing wildly all over the sky. It was loud enough to startle Benny, but it entirely terrified his sleeping husband. Dean shot straight up, grabbing at the gun underneath the mattress fitfully. His heart was racing, the unending noise outside prolonging his panic.

“Dean, Dean!” Benny called. “Dean, wake up, it’s just thunder.”

Dean was on his feet by the time the words came out of Benny’s mouth, and it took a moment for him to process. He looked around for a moment; the gun in his hand, the intense weather outside, the worried look on Benny’s face. He finally realized his situation, and worked on getting his breathing back to normal. He laughed softly, embarrassment evident as he scratched the back of his neck.

“Ah, sorry Ben,” Dean murmured, replacing the gun in its proper position with the safety turned on. “Just uh…jumpy tonight, I guess.”

Benny shook his head, extending an arm out towards Dean. “C’mere.”

Dean hesitated, but quickly hopped back into bed, letting Benny pull him close. Benny kissed Dean’s forehead, speaking softly as he rubbed up and down Dean’s back.

“What were you afraid of?” Benny asked finally, his tone filled with sorrow. His Dean was scared; he should never have to feel that when next to Benny.

“It was nothing, just startled,” Dean grumbled, shoving his face into Benny’s chest.

“No, no, no,” Benny drawled, pulling Dean’s head back softly by his hair. “Me sneaking up behind you is startled. That just now was terrified.”

Dean thought for a moment, looking into the softness in Benny’s eyes. He felt sick, he couldn’t deny it. Dean had only talked about it once, just briefly with Sam. It had hurt then, but it was almost worse now. All these years later, and Hell still haunted him.

“The thunder and lightning, the endless heat, all without any rain or respite…it just felt an awful lot like Hell for a minute there,” Dean sniffed, shaking his head. “It’s really nothing.”

Benny nodded, thinking.

“You know, it wasn’t your fault, being sent to Hell. You’re a good man, Dean. The best damn man I’ve ever met,” Benny gently assured. Dean shrugged.

“I’ve done a lot of bad, Benny,” he refuted. “And not all of it was for the greater good.”

“You have no idea, do you?” Benny murmured. Dean squinted at him, confused.

“What?”

“What you’ve given up? For over thirty years, your life was only ever about Sam. And that ain’t nothing against him, I’ve learned to love the big guy nearly as much as you do, but that’s a crime, Dean. You act like you’ve been dealt some decent hand and killed for fun. You’ve been put second for the entirety of your life; you deserve more than just slack, you deserve a god damn award.”

Benny stopped when he heard the soft grumbling from Dean, the thunder nearly covering it up. He pulled him in even closer, reaching a hand to wipe away some tears. Benny knew he’d never be able to undo all the pain, but he’d do his damn best to destroy that unwarranted self-hatred.

“For all the people who should have said it and haven’t; I’m sorry, Dean. I’m sorry you’ve been put through so much and never appreciated. I’m sorry you’ve been told that Sam’s life is more important than yours. But mostly, I’m sorry you can’t see how strong you are for coming this far and still being in as good of shape as you are.”

As his speech came to an end, the thunder also began to dissipate. In the silence, Dean smiled softly against Benny’s chest. He was broken beyond repair, but he couldn’t deny it felt good for someone to try anyway.

As the silence wore on, all Dean could manage to say was “I love you.”

“And you know I love you.”

Even with the heat, Dean remained in Benny’s arms for the night. They both drifted off, feeling like they had managed to get even closer than before. As the storm moved on and Dean listened to the steady breathing of his lover, he slept for what felt like the first time in years.

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legion1993 · 7 years ago

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Soulmate at long last i found you

A.N: this is for week 2 of Supernatural Hiatus Writing Challenge drawn up by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing though for the purpose of this magnificant piece of work Danneel, Justice, Zepplin, & Arrow do not exist Jensen is single though we love Danneel and their little family. this is a little longer than i imagined but it will be a good read none the less. give it some love if it made your day.

Prompt: “Are we completely sure that’s how it’s supposed to look?”

Pairing: Jensen x Female Reader

Plot: set at a San Diego Comic Con you leave your best friend back home for the weekend to go to the convention but you enter the hall with not the intention of finding your soulmate, your world came tumbling in as you found and discovered your purpose in life by going through the convention like normal being constantly reminded by the burning mark ever present on your arm… YOUR SOULMATE WAS THERE BUT YOU NEVER GUESSED IN A MILLION YEARS WHO YOU WOULD HAVE ENDED UP WITH….

Genre: SOULMATE

It felt like just yesterday, you met HIM the one your soulmate, but you didn`t expect it to be Jensen Ackles of all people. you met him at the San Diego comic con you felt it necessary to go that year not just because you wanted to but because you had a feeling that something good was about to happen.

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you knew that this was gonna be an amazing weekend for you, as you got into your car and turned up your playlist you started towards the convention. of course, your heart did a little leap when you parked the car at the hotel. you booked your room but you ignored the thousands upon thousands of fan girls crowding you, yes you had been to a few of these big shows before but this was your first trip to the San Diego Comic Con.

you went to the elevator and up to the 8th floor and went to your room. the manager had been gracious enough to give you a suite with a balcony and a jacuzzi you were sure you would use it. you got into your Supernatural jewelry and your shirt change to a tank top, your long jeans had changed to your fave leather skirt and your runners stayed on cause you didn’t want blisters this weekend.

then you grabbed your all access pass and your key and your wallet cased phone leaving your hotel room you once again walked off to another convention. this time when you saw the convention center where it was being held your heart skipped a few beats your mouth went dry and a mark appeared on your arm.

you went into the center and found the washroom looking at your arm you pulled out your phone and called your best friend who unfortunately couldn’t attend the convention with you cause she had a huge exam coming up for her university course and elected to stay behind and study.

“dude we got a problem my soul mate he is here at the convention the mark that appeared the last time we were at a convention with supernatural stars in it the mark had appeared briefly but now it’s not leaving does this mean my soulmate is here”

you could hear your friend laughing at you,

“YN yes that is exactly what it means but don’t worry if you find him just make sure you bring him home first before you marry him... but I got to go my honey just got home. love you let me know when you find him...”

with that the call was done it was short and sweet and you loved her so much but you were worried what if he didn’t know you were here... then you felt a stinging from your mark, “omg he knows I’m in the building, well it’s time to face the music let’s do this...”

you pulled your courage, straightened your pass, and exited the bathroom with a purpose with a skip in your stride you felt your mark burn ever so slightly the closer you got to the main hall, you hoped your missing autographs would be there.

you walked into the hall and smiled seeing the hustle and bustle of everyone it made you happy. but you felt your heart stop causing you to stop in your tracks, your soulmate he was near but where was he, who was he... you bumped into someone and you turned around immediately only to find that you were now staring at Jared Padalecki.

you pulled back a bit and apologized, “omg Jared Padalecki, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to do that”

he laughed and then caught wind of the mark on your arm, “excuse me I don’t mean to be rude but you have the same mark on your arm as someone else I know umm I’m sorry what’s your name”

you giggled and smiled, “my name is Y/F&L/N what do you have in mind for an idea to get us both in the same room”

Jared just smiled at you, “come with me ill text him as we head to the back room he has been saying his soulmate has been here for the last few hours. now I know why cause you were.”

Jared took out his phone and hit call, “Jay meet me in the backroom I found your soulmate... I’m heading there with her now.”

you couldn’t hear anything but you kept tight grip of your merch bags as you followed Jared closely watching as the guards argued with Jared when they stopped him from bringing me thru but with some hard convincing you were let thru.

you knew your friend was never gonna believe you without some hard evidence, Jared Padalecki knows your soulmate. you were for sure gonna have alot of explaining to do but it was only the first day of the convention. you were sure the rest of the weekend was gonna be just as good.

you and Jared arrived in the back room and about 5 minutes you waited, the door opened and you heard a voice a very familiar voice. “dude is that her well she looks good from the back...” you heard Jared laugh as he said, “dude don’t worry I’m not blind you know she is so much like you. hey YN come over here and meet my friend”

you turned around and smiled as your eyes connected with Jensen Ackles your eyes shone and Jensen approached you with a smile on his face, “I felt like I couldn’t breathe till now. I’m happy to be meeting you YN. Jared get Richard I think he should know before the fans find out.”

Jared left the room with a giddy smile on his face as he shut the door catching only a small glimpse of Jensen leaning in to kiss YN. Jared knew that when he got back they would either still be kissing or they would be cuddled up somewhere.

Jensen Ackles was kissing you, your brain was attempting to process what was currently happening. you were making out with Jensen Ackles it was amazing, your arm burned which made you yelp.

“sorry Jensen, it’s just my mark is burning... what does this mean.” Jensen smiled and moved to sit on the chair and moved you to sit on his lap, “it means you have found your other half and you are now whole.”

suddenly the door opened and in walked Jared with Richard Speight Jr, you kept your forehead attached to Jensen’s as he sighed, “well I think this means I am gonna need my own space boys…” Richard who now was as happy as could be, “Jay my man you did it your hooked for this young woman I’m sure this weekend wasn’t planning on finding her soulmate let alone finding out it was her biggest hero. Though I have to ask dear where r u from?”

All you could do was smile, you were so happy right now you weren’t even thinking about what you were about to say, “Y/H/T, I drove over here to see the convention because it was one of the only conventions I had never been too before plus I hoped this was my chance to get the autographs for all of/most of the supernatural cast.”

Jensen smiled as he planted a small kiss to your forehead, but Jared cleared his throat and said, “jay the panel will be starting soon, Richard is there anyway that jay and YN won’t have to be separated or what are you thinking?” Richard looked at you and Jensen and smiled ever so slightly, “I have an idea but it’s a longshot that it will even work… Jensen how would you like the fans to find out about this new found love you have found?”

Jensen got up holding onto you closely, he couldn’t bare risking anything happening to you. “Richard I think we need to let the fans know about this, but in a special way make your announcements rich I need to brief YN on a few things before we go out there. I mean I’m sure she knows how the panel works but she will need to understand what happens out there will change her life forever…”

Jensen smiled as you put your finger to his lips and said, “I knew that this weekend was gonna change my life from the moment I stepped into my car to get here don’t worry I can handle anything plus if someone take pictures I can send it to my best friend or jay and I can go back and she could see it for herself… I mean if you want…”

You said as you turned your gaze to Jensen who simply smiled, “guys I guess I’m taking a vacation with my girl and we will meet you guys back in Vancouver. But first let’s do this panel and make this announcement rich do your thing.”

Richard, Jared, Jensen and you all exited the room and while Richard went out to announce the panel there was a calm that washed over you and Jensen. Then after the crowd died down you guys all heard this, “good day ladies and gentlemen boys and girls I’m Richard Speight Jr and yes I will also be apart of this panel but today we not only have J2 and J2M but one of our lucky panel members has an announcement but that will be for him to announce to you all himself. Let’s give a big round of applause for Jared Padalecki and for Jensen Ackles.”

From the moment Jensen left your grasp you felt a little happier, but you weren’t far from him. “Misha will be joining us later but right now I turn it over to these guys as I too join the table.”

You watched as Richard joined the table and then you smiled realizing Jensen was rubbing his mark to try and soothe you. But you smiled more feeling a little nervous, while you heard Jensen laugh as he said, “how’s everyone doing today?” the crowd just cheered making the room feel a lot louder than it should as Jensen laughed,

“alright so as Richard said something happened to one of us today and well that person was me see this morning when I entered this room to set up for the panel a mark appeared on my arm one that I could only tell was my soulmate, she is here today and I had the honor of spending some time with her already and right now I wish to present her to you for she is my other half, ladies and gentlemen give it up for YN…”

Jensen came over to you and held his hand towards you and from the moment you stepped foot on the panel floor your previous life was forgotten. Well sort of I mean you weren’t fully gonna forget it but you knew whatever happened next was gonna be epic. Jensen and you did a little mini Q/A during the panel discussing what you both wanted for this new adventure and being asked for a photo worthy kiss.

------------2 YEARs & 6 MONTHS LATER-----------

You forgot how hard it was to move, you forgot how much stuff you had accumulated while living between your parents’ home and with your best friend but now you had your soulmate and it was the final moving day for you and Jensen as you both along with most of the SPN cast & crew unloaded boxes furniture and more boxes but eventually it was all unloaded and it was time to sit and relax you guys had the bodyguards putting together the bed frame and headrest as you both agreed to get a new bed so it was entirely your own.

At this point after much consideration you both had ordered in Chinese with triple orders of chicken balls and dry ribs and rice, you couldn’t have been any happier. Then as you and Jensen ate you continued to unpack some boxes, you found a box that had a bunch of pictures and posters in it you knew that it was gonna feel right after putting them up so you and Jensen created a mural of the month and the day you met on the big wall above the fire place with a poster of your first public photographed kiss at that San Diego Comic Con.

You both centered it in the middle of the date and you both fell back on the couch and smiled, “Are we completely sure that’s how it’s supposed to look?” you said as Jensen pulled you to rest your head in his lap, “well it looks good like that I mean it would have still yet taken us weeks to find a good spot for that but making this mural was a wonderful idea babe… do you think we can have that talk now the one that you said we could have after we finished moving?”

You looked up at Jensen and smiled, “of course I mean we are just sitting here on OUR couch looking at OUR mural so yes we can have that talk now… what was it you wanted to discuss with me?”

Jensen moved to remove his shirt and you didn’t object cause it was something he did every single night and you loved it. “YN I love you I love everything about you I especially love the way your eyes sparkle. You couldn’t have picked a better time to come to the SDCC but now we have been together for 2 YEARS & 6 MONTHS and well I feel like it is the right time for another upgraded step.”

Jensen reached behind him on the table and placed in front of you a small black box with a 24k Diamond Ring with a silver band inside it, “YN will you make me even happier and marry me, I mean you have changed me in more ways than I can ever have hoped for but I know you feel something changing too… so will you marry me?”

You weren’t sure if your voice would betray you or not but you spoke anyway, “yes yes yes of course I will Jay I love you…” you started kissing him when all the sudden you heard the sound of clapping and cheering, you both turned around and saw everyone from the cast to the crew, you both knew it was gonna be a chaotic next year…

And man were you both right…

------- 4 MONTHS LATER-------

Jensen and you were taking a mini vacation like being told to take a rest from all the wedding planning and go on a mini road trip somewhere course you both choose LA cause why not… while there you both had some WILD moments things were heated and you both barely left your hotel room.

One morning around 2:30am you rushed to the bathroom and upchucked anything that would have been in your stomach was now gone. With that you pulled out your little toiletries bag and searched for the one thing you knew your best friend in the whole world had put in there… you held on to it and then waited for the results… after 2 minutes you looked at it…

You took the results and went in the bedroom you shoke Jensen lightly, “Jay Jay, wake up I think something happened and we have only been here a month…” Jensen now sort of awake turned on the lamp smiling when he saw the test and results in your hand, “YN is that what I think it is?” you nodded now slightly crying, “are we gonna be parents???” you nodded more cause your words weren’t coming out and Jensen took the test from you placing it on the table he cuddle you close and you bursted into tears, “we are gonna be parents YN we are gonna bring a baby into this world. But when should we tell the others…”

---------1 week later---------

You and Jensen arrived back home still keeping close the results and unloading the SUV you hummed. Jensen carried the suitcase while you carried in most of the groceries and stuff. “damn jay we brought back a lot of souvenirs…”

Within moments you both were greeted by your best friend running towards you in a giant hug with knocked you both onto the couch and you teared up again… “Y/F/N I can’t believe you would do such a thing… scaring me like that actually no I’m happy you’re here it will be so much easier to tell you the exciting news in person at dinner tonight I mean Jared and Gen are coming for dinner too so ya… umm Jay can you take our suitcase upstairs and unpack the toiletry bags and please. Y/F/N can you help me make dinner…”

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing as she followed you into the kitchen, “ok girl spill what’s so secretive I mean Jensen was moving like he didn’t want to leave your side I mean it’s like that with most soul mates but you and Jensen seem different…” you didn’t know what to say and you wanted to tell everyone together, “let’s just say for now girl that LA was definitely a time I will never forget..”

She gave you a look like she wanted to hear more but she knew you were stubborn and that you weren’t gonna say anything till everyone was here. She showed you what she had done per to the instructions you had given her to start on for dinner and for about half an hour you and your best friend wandered your kitchen spinning eachother at each turn and throwing the bird in the oven to slow cook for the next few hours.

Over time you both got emerced with wedding details sealing the invites your bestie offering to run them to the mail box when she and her beau went to get the drinks for tonight. Well that left you and Jensen alone for a few moments, you curled up to him on the couch, his hands stroking your belly with the future baby Ackles inside and you were in awe.

Once your friend got back, Jared and his family arrived as well, but it was still a little bit to dinner. Jensen had offered to help you with the bird giving Gen a chance to do clothing measurements for your Maid of Honor and Jared, Gen had offered to sew your wedding party dresses and then to help you pick yours online and do any alterations and such.

You felt connected to Gen from the moment you met her, Jensen came up behind you while you were cutting potatoes, wrapping his arms around your waist he smiles kissing your neck softly, “you know someone like you could really get someone like me all frisky…” he whispered in your ear making you smile, “babe you know heated you making me right now?” he only smiled answering your question as there it became apparent that everything was perfect.

Finally, it was time to sit and eat, you and Jensen sat at the head of the table, Jared and gen sat on the right, while your friend and her beau sat on the left Jensen grabbed you a soda out of the fridge when he grabbed his beer, everyone was curious why you weren’t drinking.

Jensen got up to speak, “we are all gathered today to celebrate not only the marriage between me and YN but the fact that we have our friends and family round us right now makes this the perfect moment to announce something. YN would you like to say it or would you like me to?”

All you could do was cling to Jensen’s hand as you got up,

“well as you all know we went for a little vacay to LA and we were amazed by how much fun we had it was mainly shopping. But we were entitled to everything. But while there we had a lot of wild fun and the week before we left, I got woken up from my sleep by what at the time I had perceived to be a bug of some kind, but when I got the idea to test the theory I tested it right away. After finding out the results I woke Jensen immediately and we couldn’t be more thrilled so I just have one question for both of the other ladies in this room: as my bridal party would you both also take up the role of God mother for our child…???”

Everyone’s eyes widened as Jensen said, “YN and I are gonna be parents, we are about 2 weeks along now… our first appointment with the doctor is next week.”

Everyone hugged you both, they now understood why you weren’t drinking but they did cheers to you and Jensen anyway and thus so turned their attention back to the food that was now slowly becoming cooler but now everyone understood.

After a while it was decided to move the wedding date forward in order for you to be able to fit into your dress and yet still make you Mrs. Y/N Ackles. But it was gonna take a little bit of time so neither of your bridal party was really caring about anything else just intensely focusing on giving you and Jensen the best wedding ever.

-----------2 months later THE FIRST BIG DAY------------

“Gen I don’t know if I can do everything exactly as practiced I mean we had to as it is change the bust part for my dress which sucks but I guess its part of being pregnant my boobs grow too. But im like I don’t know nervous maybe…”

Gen spun me towards her as we stood in the mirror, “look ok I know one thing Jensen wont ever let anything happen to you. He loves you too much to let you be nervous. Now put a smile on your face and finish your vows so we can put you in your dress and get you out there.”

You sighed looking at your dress still sitting on the mannequin, you finished writing your vows down. And Gen helped you into your dress. You spun round in it and smiled allowing no tears yet to fall from your eyes.

You took your phone and smiled, sticking it in your clutch and handing that to Gen who then texted Jared and Y/F/N that it was time and Jared said he and Jensen were already at the alter. You stopped at the door and became extremely nervous feeling your heart pulsing faster.

You had no idea what you were walking out into and yet you felt your mark burning it was nothing to be wronged of. You felt it heat up but little known to you Jensen was just as nervous as you. Yet Gen and Jared were surprisingly calm considering their best friends were getting married and yet they had not freaked out once.

---------Jensen view---------

“Damn jared and Gen went all out to turn their back yard into a ceremony/reception place it is gonna be so hard not to take Y/N to the bathroom and go wild but meh, we will do lots of that later right now I just need to remember what…”

At that moment Jensen was snapped out of his little thought span by Jared coming up behind him and patting him on the back, “so dude you ready for this I mean its gonna be amazing you and Y/N are really a beautiful couple plus this baby dude your gonna be a father im super stoked im gonna be an uncle.. its gonna be awesome. Anyway Gen says its time the minister is already here and the cast and crew are also here she will be coming down with Y/N in a few moments you need to get into position. Dude don’t worry everything will be fine.”

Jensen looked over at his best friend and smiled walking up the aisle with Jared leading the way he took their positions. Then the music started and it sounded through the entire property, with Gen and Y/F/N on either side of Y/N it was how Y/N had chosen to make her grand entrance but rehearsing this was a fun thing and her parents had suggested it since they couldn’t make it to the wedding they had asked Gen and Y/F/N to take their places and that they would skype in while they were at their business meetings their supervisors were friends and so she actually had the entire boards of her parents works watching the wedding while they had their meetings. Which made Jensen smile he never dreamed he would have had this many people at his wedding at all.

----------Y/N POV-----------

You were more nervous but happy your parents at least got to witness your wedding, although it was amazing having your friends walk you down the aisle. But you did as soon as the march started you all strolled down the aisle at a steady pace and your eyes locked with Jensen’s you were sure you would fall on your face but that wasn’t going to happen.

Finally, it was the end of the aisle your hand connected with Jensen’s and once more you felt like you were home. Your friends took their spots behind you as the minister spoke,

“honored and esteemed friends & family today we have gathered to bear witness to the union of Jensen Ackles and YF&LN these 2 souls may have lived within the darkness but yet stay now & forevermore in the light of eachother for by the holy grace of God we bare witness to their marks for these 2 souls have been pre destined to be together now if anyone objects to this union please speak up or forever hold your peace...”

Well the good news was that no one objected, “very well Jensen & Y/N its time for your vows…”

Jensen’s touch against your hands was calming as he spoke,

“Y/N stepping foot into a convention and not expecting something is all part of the fun and that day we both found something we could have only dreamed of. We found eachother we weren’t expecting to come out of the con with our soulmates but it happened and I’m so thankful for every precious day with you. I Jensen Ross Ackles promise on this day to love cherish and protect you for the rest of our lives for as long as we both shall live.”

You stroked the top of his hand after he placed the ring on your finger as you smiled and spoke,

“Jensen you have made me a very lucky lady I mean you took my breath away that first day and now I can’t even find the words to describe my love for you. All these years before finding you I thought I was alone that I didn’t have a soulmate and I know now that I have you now and forevermore as part of my love for the supernatural fandom I taught myself Latin and with that I have one thing to say, quod est vinculum amor coniungit nos meaning love is the bond that unites us. I YFMLN also promise on this day to love cherish and protect you for the rest of our lives as long as we both shall live.”

With that the preacher smiled as you placed the ring on Jensen’s finger and spoke, “with the power vested in me by the laws of the church and heaven and in the sight of God I now pronounce you husband and wife. Jensen you may now kiss your bride.”

Jensen dipped you towards your bridal party and kissed you passionately. You could see the flashes from all the cameras and the people cheering. Everyone was happy most of all you and Jensen were happy.

There was a party after but all you and Jensen wanted to do was sit nestled on the porch wearing still your wedding clothes. You didn’t have the faintest idea of what the future still held, but you and Jensen were gonna live life to the fullest you could and it would all be amazing cause you would be together.

Everyone was impressed what destination you and Jensen had chosen for your honeymoon you both had chosen an all inclusive no expense spared luxury trip for a month to Disney world only shopping and small rides that wouldn’t hurt you but it was still gonna be amazing.

You could only smile as the private jet took off but with Jensen sitting next to you it was awesome. You arrived and your month went nice and slow but you came back just after you started showing but when you guys returned it was time to travel to Vancouver for starting to shoot the next season.

-----------6 MONTHS LATER-----------

You and Jensen were coming back from Vancouver and all of the sudden it hit you the FIRST contraction. Driving back from the airport Jensen stopped the car pulling over as you screamed in pain.

“it is a contraction it’s the first one it hurts like a son of a bitch… ug ahhhhhh”

You screamed again as the second one hit and Jensen undid your seatbelt slightly making it easier for you to breathe as he started the car again, “hang on sweetheart…. We will be at the hospital in about 10 minutes. Don’t worry honey it will be alright…”

You focused on your breathing and Jensen’s thumb stroking the back of your hand, you tried to smile through the pain. But it hurt so much and you were not sure how you would live through this…

You guys arrived at the hospital and Jensen helped get you inside immediately you were placed in a wheelchair and you could hear the nurses and Jensen talking around you as you let out another scream as your 3rd contraction hit.

Then this is all you heard,

Nurse: Jensen I assume you want to be in the room for the birth of your child

Jensen: yes of course but she keeps screaming in pain please tell me she is gonna only get the push system

Nurse: of course for as long as everything goes perfectly.

Jensen: don’t let my wife or my child die

Nurse: according to this mobile ultrasound its 2 children

Jensen: 2 children is that why it hurts so much…

You screamed once more and looked for Jensen, “it hurts everything hurts.”

Jensen who now held your hand as the nurses helped you on the bed but Jensen pulled out his phone and texts Jared who responds with he and Gen are on their way to the hospital but puts his phone down and stares right into your eyes, “babe breathe just breathe and push… sorry doc but I don’t think my wife will listen to you right now…”

You were calmed by the sound of Jensen’s voice and you felt the needle go into you and felt the pain subside slightly.

Jensen held your hand as the nurse looked at you, “ok Y/N I need you to push hun the first one is almost out I need one big push…”

You listened to the nurse nodding your head and squeezing Jensen’s hand tightly as you screamed pushing as hard as you could but felt relief when you heard the sound of crying,

“congratulations it’s a boy…”

You had a moment to breathe actually, you had like 15 minutes to breathe before the contractions started again…

The nurses had moved your son to get him cleaned up and stuff, “hun you need to push more this time and there should still be enough morphine in your system to last through this one… ok push….”

All you could do was scream there was a very high pain tolerance, you squeezed Jensen’s hand as tight as you could and screamed as the sound cut out and the voices rang in your ears.

You never wanted to feel such pain, but you didn’t mind you were bringing children into this world and you had every intention of staying in this world to raise them but with the sound having cut out you were only half there.

Jensen tried to get your attention but you were still screaming, Jensen watched your eyes fade to black and then back to brown once the nurses injected you with a sedative the last thing you hear is, “congratulations it’s a girl…”

You woke up 1 hour later and you see Jensen with some supernatural lore books and he turns to you, “babe your awake what happened back there?” you shrugged your shoulders not realizing what happened, “I don’t know jay I mean the last thing I remember is the sound cutting out after the nurse told me to push… you look frightened dear what else happened?”

Jared walked in at that moment, “jay none of the nurses noticed her eyes change and the scans of your children look normal… are you sure of what you saw man?” Jensen nodded his head, “im positive but if there was a demon here where did it go…” Jared only cleared his throat and looked at your shocked expression.

“hold on first of all children??? I remember the nurses saying a boy and a girl we have 2 but what is this about a demon and when do we kill it I want to do this no one possesses my body while I’m pregnant and gets away with it...”

Jensen and Jared only smiled at your eagerness for hunting but there was also a lot wrong with this, “but this life it isn’t supposed to be real, I mean all the books and everything are nothing compared to what I saw from you babe, as soon as I told Jared what I saw he took Gen home and is keeping her out of it for now… we will all need to work together which means Jared and Gen are moving in with us for the time being. I mean we would need help anyway but still what’s the modo???”

“SAVING PEOPLE, HUNTNG THINGS, THE FAMILY BUSINESS…” all of you said as the twins started crying wanting to be fed but a nurse came in and locked the door.

But that is another tale for another time.

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gayrackham · 8 years ago

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Dates and hunts

Written for week 2 of SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge

“Are we completely sure that’s how it’s supposed to look?” Kathy asks, as they are driving some narrow country road.

Jude glances at her.

“You mean the date or the road, dear?” She can practically hear Kathy rolling her eyes.

“I mean the date. Folks don’t usually go monster hunting on a date, do they?”

Jude understands Kathy’s question. Growing up a hunter she didn’t get much chance to experience normal life. It was Jude who was the more experienced one.

“No, they don’t,” Jude shakes her head. “But we aren’t normal folks, are we?”

Kathy beams, although Jude can’t see it.

“No, we aren’t.”

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jayankles · 8 years ago

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We Broke It

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1006

Warnings: Smut-ish (fingering) I didn’t mean for this to happen.

A/N – for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ’s #SPN HIATUS WRITING CHALLENGE 2017 AND #SPN HWC - WEEK 2 The prompt was the gif below.

Fingers trailing from Dean’s stomach, over his pecs and to his neck, they clenched over neckline of his white v neck top. ‘You know, you look incredibly hot right now...’ Your eyes were hooded, looking at Dean in his gorgeous green eyes, you bit into your bottom lip as you tried to gauge his reaction. Maybe you made a mistake in commenting, you boosted his ego. Eh, he knew how hot he was anyways.

You released your lip and looked down at your feet, removing your hands from him as he remained quiet.

‘Forget I said anything.’ You felt absolutely ridiculous.

You shook your head in annoyance and moved to step away from him but his large hands stopped you from doing so, you squealed in surprise as he quickly twisted your body and pulled you to him.

Unfortunately for the both of you, he lost his balance, with you in his arms. You didn’t act quick enough so you wrapped your legs around his waist and let out a girly howl. Dean tried to stabilise you with an arm out, trying to grab on to something but it was much too late, it was a failed attempt to ‘save’ you and Dean.

You heard a crack and felt a dip in the bed as you came to a halt on top of it.

‘I think we broke it.’ Dean said as if you didn’t already know.

Giggling, you moved your now messy hair behind your ears and rested your forehead against his shoulder, Dean observed your obscene maniacal laughter and couldn’t help but join in and throw out a full belly laugh right along with you.

The both of you lie there, in each others arms, looking like lunatics but if there was someone you could be goofy with and laugh at the stupidest things, it was with Dean and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You were too happy to give this up and no one could mess with your perfectly flawed life.

He coughed and you stopped you laughter, reducing it to quick repeated outbursts, you looked at him through your lashes, slowly trailing your eyes over his body, reaching the stubble that coated his jaw and cheeks, you had to hold in a groan; it was too fucking sexy.

‘Now, you were saying? About me being incredibly hot?’ He tortured you! What a dick! A smirk graced his face as he looked down at you, placing a kiss at the top of your head, pulling you closer to him.

Rolling your eyes, you gave him what he wanted. Awkwardly, trying not to further break the bed, you hooked your leg over his so it was settled in the middle of his. Leaning down, you grazed your lips over the neck line of his top, simultaneously rolling your hips as you worked your way up his neck to where his earlobe was.

Dean let out the groan you had been holding in, deep and guttural, low in his throat and if that wasn’t sexy you didn’t know what was. His hips jumped up trying to create more friction between the two of you. The action made you want to jump his bone and start ridding him of his clothes but justice needed to be served.

You built him up, continuing to roll your hips, harsher now, and planting feather light kisses across his face. With your nose nudging his, you finally gave in to one of his silent demands and kissed him with so much force you knew that you both would have swollen, on the brink of bruised, lips when you pulled away for air.

‘You look so damn good,’ you paused, your hand travelling from his thigh over the bulge in his jeans, you squeezed a little – just enough pressure for him to get even more turned on – your fingertips journeyed their way under his t shirt to feel the muscles clenching and rippling below you. ‘Barefoot, just in one layer. May be a kink of mine. And those lips, you lick and pout when you concentrate you know, you don’t even know what you do to me-’

He stopped you from talking by gripping the back of your neck and pulling you to him, slanting your lips together. Steadying yourself above him, your right palm connected with the mattress by the side of his head, you used that as leverage to push yourself up so you were straddling Dean’s thigh. With your hand still under Dean’s top, you pulled it free. A lightbulb went off in your head and you smiled as your hands shot to the button of your cut off jeans, fumbling with it to get it unbuttoned, an almost evil glint in your eye.

‘Let me show you how hot you are. How good you are at just being you.’

You grabbed his hand and pushed it into the waistband of you panties. You quivered as his fingers grazed your sensitive bundle of nerves, and dipped into the slickness that had gathered there.

‘Is that all because of me, sweetheart.’ He breathed, his voice low and husky. You couldn’t do anything but lick your lips and nod as he inserted his fingers and started to pump them in and out of you, increasing his pace and rhythm as he went, you rocked your hips on his fingers, desperate for more friction against your inner walls.

‘We need to get a new bed.’ You laughed as it started to creek along with Dean’s quick movements.

‘Way to ruin the mood!’

‘It wasn’t me, it was the bed which we still need to replace.’

‘That’s it.’ Dean withdrew his fingers from your core, whimpering from the loss of contact, he gripped your hips and pulled close before flipping you so that he was now on top. ‘I don’t care what state the bed is in as long as I get to fuck you in it one more time.’

Who were you to deny him of such a thing.

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