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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 5 months ago

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Abandoned and Recovered

Part 4 of the Uncaged series

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by @chocorade

Synopsis: You’re having a rough day, but your brothers are there for you…eventually (I took so much creative liberty with this one, it kinda took on its own life I’m sorry 😅)

Warnings: mentions of torture, nightmares, fluff, probably continuity errors with the show

“You’re not real,” Sam muttered for the millionth time. It couldn’t be real—he couldn’t be real.

“Of course I’m real,” Lucifer chuckled. “You think I ever would’ve let you out of that cage?”

“If you were real, then Y/N would see you too,” Sam argued.

“Oh.” Lucifer grinned. “She sees me exactly how I want her to…for now.”

Sam’s head shot up when he heard your voice cry out in your room. Lucifer was leering at him, but Sam ignored him as he jumped up and rushed to your room. He slammed the door open, first looking around—Lucifer hadn’t followed him here.

His eyes turned to you as you sat up suddenly on the couch, gasping for breath.

“Sam?” You whimpered as you rubbed your eyes.

“Hey,” Sam breathed, rushing over and kneeling down in front of you. “Hey, what’s wrong? What…” Sam swallowed. “What did you see?”

“Fa…his…” you swallowed. “Hi-his face. I keep—I keep seeing it…”

“Do you…see him now?” Sam whispered, as if Lucifer would hear him.

“What?” You blinked up at Sam, face scrunched in confusion. You shook your head slowly, focused more on breathing than trying to speak.

“Then…” Sam glanced around the room nervously as he tried to gather his thoughts. “Then how…where did you see him?”

“Sleep,” you whimpered. “Every time I…I…”

Sam took in your appearance suddenly, struck by how much you looked like him—sleep deprived.

“You haven’t been sleeping,” Sam breathed. “Because you don’t want to see him.”

You nodded. “Isn’t that why you haven’t slept?” You asked.

Sam swallowed, staying silent. He wouldn’t tell you the truth, he couldn’t. He wasn’t avoiding sleep to avoid Lucifer—he couldn’t sleep because of Lucifer. But if you thought that Lucifer was here…

Your hand in Sam’s caught his attention, and you squeezed his hand twice; a reminder.

You promised never to lie to me.

“I’m…” Sam swallowed. “I—“

“Hey.” Dean’s voice interrupted the moment. “C’mon, me and Bobby might just have a plan.”

You started to get up, staggering a little in exhaustion. Sam grabbed hold of your arms.

“Maybe you should stay here,” Sam said.

You shook your head hard, but Sam didn’t relent.

“You haven’t gotten enough sleep,” he argued.

“He’s got a point,” Dean said. “We’ll do this one without you, kid. You stay here and get some sleep.”

You grabbed onto Sam’s hand, and he glanced back. The look in your eyes was clear:

Don’t leave me here alone.

But Sam had something else in the back of his mind—if he left, would Lucifer go with him? Would you be ok if the two of you were separated? He still couldn’t be sure if the Lucifer he was seeing was real or not, but if he was, and he was also somehow haunting you when you fell asleep…

Maybe Sam just needed to stay away from you, and you’d be ok. It wouldn’t be the first time Lucifer made the two of you stay apart. It was one of his favorite games in the cage.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Sam was only feet from you, crawling on his blood-soaked knees after a long “fun session” with Lucifer, when Lucifer’s hand in Sam’s matted hair brought him to a halt.

“Huh Sammy?” Lucifer’s eyes flickered to you. “Oh, did you wanna see little sis? I think the two of you have had enough bonding time, don’t you? So how about this…if you go near her again without my permission…I’m gonna make her regret it. And then I’m gonna make you regret it.”

And he did. Again and again and—

Your tug on Sam’s arm pulled him back to reality. You were still staring at him with those desperate eyes…

But he couldn’t let you be in pain. Not when this might stop it.

“We’ll be back soon,” Sam promised. “You should try to get some sleep.”

Sam pulled his hand from yours, and you trailed right behind him as he turned and left your room. When he still wouldn’t look at you, you turned your attention to Dean, grabbing hold of his hand instead.

“I’m sorry kid,” Dean said, pulling his hand away and placing both his hands on your shoulders. “You gotta stay here, and you know why. Please, I can’t be worried about you while we do this. I need you to stay here.”

“We going or what?” Bobby’s voice from the other room caught your brothers’ attention. You didn’t say anything as they left, but the despair in your eyes as you watched Sam turn away would stick in his brain—and his conscience—for far too long.

…

You started out by laying down on your bed—the last thing you wanted to do was sleep, but maybe if you did, then Sam would stay with you next time. There was something he wasn’t telling you, you just knew it, but you didn’t know what. Why wouldn’t he talk to you? The two of you had promised never to lie to each other, and this was about Lu…about him.

You were so busy worrying about Sam that you didn’t even notice yourself giving into your exhaustion until it was too late to try to stop it…

“You didn’t really think I let you leave, did you?”

The voice hit you before you even opened your eyes.

“No no no no,” you breathed. “Wake up wake up, it’s just a dream, wake up.”

“Actually you’ve got that backwards.” A rough grip on your neck had your eyes snapping open of their own accord to see Lucifer leering at you. “This is reality. All that with your brothers? That’s the dream. That I gave you, by the way. And it’s as close as you’re ever gonna get to good ol’ Dean..”

“Why would you do that?” You whimpered. “Why would you ever let me be happy, even in a dream?”

“Oh.” Lucifer chuckled. “Because it’s so much more fun to hurt you when you think I can’t. I get to dangle the happiness in front of you…” Lucifer took hold of a chunk of your hair, letting the strands dangle in front of your eyes. “And then I rip it away.” The hand in your hair tightened as Lucifer yanked on it, dragging you to your knees. He ignored your cry of pain as he continued. “Oh, and…I remember telling you not to speak…seems like someone forgot the rules.”

“No.” You shook your head. “You don’t get to tell me that. You’re a dream, you’re just a dream!”

“Aww,” Lucifer cooed. “I knew letting you see Dean again would put some fight in you. It was getting so boring, all torture no fight.” The face—Nick’s face—started disintegrating piece by piece, and you squeezed your eyes shut before Lucifer’s real face could appear.

“Again and again, she forgets the rules.” Lucifer clicked his tongue. “This could take longer than I thought.” Lucifer’s hands were on your face now, pressing down on your closed eyelids. “C’mon now, you look at me when I talk to you.” He pressed harder, and you whimpered when you felt warm blood trickle down the side of your face from your eyes. “Feel that?” He whispered, the cold air of his breath invading your ears. “That doesn’t feel like a dream, does it? This next part won’t, either.”

His hands retreated from your eyes, which you kept tightly shut—whether because you were scared of the pain or if seeing Lucifer, you weren’t sure. Your breath came in quick gasps as you waited for him to do something. Instead of feeling his touch, you heard his laughter, echoing from every corner of the cage so you couldn’t tell where it was coming from.

Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore; the anticipation of the pain was almost worse than the pain itself. Despite the stinging in your eyes, you slowly forced them open…

You were in Bobby’s house, in your room. You lifted your hands to your face—no blood. The pain was slowly fading away, too…

But you could still hear the laugh. It was everywhere—in the room, in your head. You plugged your ears, but it just got louder and louder…

“It was just a dream, just a dream.” You couldn’t hear your own voice, and you realized you hadn’t spoken aloud. You tried again to speak, but you couldn’t force your mouth around the words.

Your heart was hammering in your chest, and you could still hear Lucifer’s words.

“I remember telling you not to speak…seems like someone’s forgotten the rules.”

You blinked rapidly, afraid to let your eyes close too long. Afraid to go back to the cage.

When the sound of Lucifer’s laughter finally faded, you forced yourself to your feet. You had to get up; you couldn’t go back to sleep. You made your way to the kitchen—maybe some food or something to drink would keep you awake.

You’d just retrieved a glass from the cabinet when—

“Did you miss me?”

The glass shattered on the ground as you whipped your head around, searching for the source of the voice—his voice. There was nothing; no one. You continued to glance around in absolute silence, your breath slowly picking up as you became more panicked despite still not seeing him. Slowly, you reached down to pick up the broken glass.

“There are consequences for breaking things.”

Your fingers slipped, and you whimpered as the glass sliced into your palms. You took a step away from the glass, still looking around for the source of the voice. The glass was still sliding around in your blood soaked fingers, and you dropped a large piece onto your foot. Your hardly even noticed the pain as panic clogged your airways as you collapsed backwards, sitting down on the cold tiles and trying to force breath in and out of your lungs.

You couldn’t even tell where the blood on you was coming from anymore—was it just your hands, or did you cut your feet? You couldn’t feel anything but the fear.

You hyperventilated as Lucifer’s chilling laugh echoed around you yet again. You couldn’t force the voice out of your head, but you did force yourself to keep your eyes open, too afraid that if you closed them again he’d return.

You were still sobbing on the floor of Bobby’s kitchen when the laughter finally died away. You didn’t move for a long moment, unable to breathe and unsure if the sounds would return. As your cries faded to whimpers, you slowly forced yourself up. You threw away the little bits of glass still in your hands, too afraid of your own clumsiness to pick the rest up—if the voice came again, you knew you wouldn’t be able to control yourself.

You got Bobby’s first aid kit from the cabinet and did a crap job at wrapping up whatever cuts you found. You were too distracted to realize that you hadn’t even cleaned the cuts.

“I’m going to get you.”

You whimpered.

“You’re mine, little thing. You always will be.”

You bit back a sob, forcing yourself to stay quiet as the voice echoed in your head and in the room.

“Y/N…”

“Y/N!”

You gasped in surprise when hands gripped your shoulders. You blinked, focusing your eyes. Dean was in front of you, his green eyes flooded with worry.

“Jeez kid, where were you? You looked like your mind was on another planet.”

You threw yourself into Dean’s arms, and he staggered a little in surprise.

“Whoa, hey, it’s ok. How long have you just been sitting here?”

“Dean!” Sam’s voice caught both your’s and Dean’s attentions. “There’s blood and glass all over the floor in here.”

“What?” Dean pulled you away. “Hey, are you hurt? There’s blood all over you, where are you cut?”

“What, were you throwing glass around?” Bobby glanced around at the mess all over the kitchen floor. When he turned his gaze to you, he saw that you’d missed the lightness in his tone—your eyes were wide and you were shaking. “Hey, I didn’t mean…it was just a joke, kid, I promise.”

Dean was still trying to find where you were hurt, and when Sam heard you start to cry he looked up.

“Hey, Bobby…” Sam got Bobby’s attention and left the mess in the kitchen for him to clean, coming straight to you. Dean stepped to the side to give Sam room. “Hi,” Sam said gently, making sure you saw him before he reached out and grabbed your hand, squeezing it once. Your eyes snapped to his, his familiar gesture grounding. “Nobody’s gonna hurt you,” he promised. “Bobby’s not mad, it’s ok. We just wanna get you fixed up, ok?”

You squeezed his hand twice in answer, and he smiled. Sam lifted you in his arms, his shoes crunching on the glass as he carried you over to the kitchen counter and set you down. He carefully and silently removed your bandages while Dean filled a large bowl with warm water.

“I’ve gotta clean those cuts,” Dean said, ringing out a rag.

“Alright, give me a second,” Sam replied before turning his attention back on you. “Y/N, sweetheart. Dean’s gonna clean up some of these cuts, ok? It’s gonna hurt for a little bit, but we’re gonna get you fixed up.”

Dean wasn’t used to seeing you like this—needing reassurance before every movement, not prepared to handle pain—so he let Sam tell him when it was ok to start cleaning you up. Once Sam nodded at him, Dean got to work.

“There’s some glass stuck in these,” Dean said. “I’m gonna have to get it out, ok kid?”

You nodded mutely, and Dean sighed.

“Can you tell me what happened?” Sam asked, trying to keep your eyes and attention on him so you wouldn’t be staring at Dean.

You shook your head again.

“I thought you were gonna get some sleep,” Sam pried. “Did you have another nightmare?” Instead of nodding, you just stared at Sam. “What?” He asked. Again, nothing.

“Kid, you’ve gotta give us something,” Dean said.

“Pretty hard to get some help when you can’t speak, huh?”

You flinched hard when Lucifer’s voice returned to your mind.

Dean watched as Sam’s gaze turned fearfully to the corner of the room at the exact same time you flinched.

“What was that?” Dean demanded. Sam tore his gaze from Lucifer and put his attention on Dean.

“What was what?” Sam followed Dean’s gaze to you—you weren’t looking at the corner where Lucifer was sitting, but you were uncharacteristically stiff and still. “Did…” Sam swallowed. “Kiddo, did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Dean asked. “What’s going on?” He didn’t notice what he was doing with his hands, but when you hissed in pain he turned his attention back to where he was pulling glass from your cut. “Ok, just…” Dean huffed. “Let me finish this. We can talk about the rest in a minute.

The three of you lapsed into silence while Dean removed the glass, then cleaned your cuts, then re-bandaged them.

“There you go,” he said, tapping your hands gently. “Good as new.” When you threw yourself at him, he wrapped his arms tightly around you. “Ok, yeah, I’m right here,” he soothed. “You’re ok.”

“How about we just relax for a little bit,” Sam suggested. “You can tell us about your day when you feel a little better, ok? Let’s just watch a movie.”

Bobby had already finished cleaning up the kitchen at this point, so now he turned to the three of you.

“You know where the DVDs are—I’ll make us all some sandwiches.”

Dean carried you to the couch without another word, letting you lean against him while Sam got a movie going. Sam then got comfortable next to you, squishing you between your big brothers.

“You’re safe,” Sam promised in a whisper, and you managed to smile at him.

The smile dropped in an instant when the voice of your nightmares returned.

“You will never be safe.”

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amor-ad-nauseam · 8 months ago

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Somethin’ Stupid (pt. 2)

Pairing(s): Sam Winchester x reader

Summary :You two are pathetic for each other, so much so that Dean can’t help but take notice. Maybe, just maybe his “playing wingman” will work out alright…

Word count : 3.5k

Tags: Reader and Sam have a crush on each other, fluff, no use of y/n, reader uses she/her pronouns, carheartt!sam, heavy make out, kissing, fade to black, almost smut.

Notes; While this does read as a fade to black i may or may not have gotten a little carried away with myself and wrote part of the smut scene… it’s not included here but if y’all want that lmk!! I am so sorry about how late this is coming out! i’ve been very busy with back to school preparations. Notes and reposts are greatly appreciated

part 1 part 3

“Rise n’ shine, Sammy!” Dean announced, clapping Sam on the shoulder.

Sam flinches awake and like a row of dominos, the guitar that was in his lap is sent tumbling to the floor - creating a harsh cacophony of strings and wood.

The sound causes you to jolt from your slumber. You shoot up in bed in a flurry of confusion. “I’m up! I’m up! Where’s the Rugaru!?” You shout, whipping your head around the room.

“Woah, Good Morning to you too,” Dean chuckles, punctuating the sentence with an obnoxious bite of beef jerky. Sam makes a face. “Want some?” He points the jerky at Sam.

“Hey, Dean.” Sam sighed, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. He runs his hands down his face. "I’m good, thanks.”

You visibly relax as the real world comes into focus. “Morning, Boys.” You say as the adrenaline wears off. Sam was still across from you, now flashing an apologetic smile and Dean was well- Dean, but in a cowboy hat. That wasn’t too unusual for him. Dean nodded a hello.

“Eh, more for me,” Dean shrugs with another bite. “Anywho,” He bends down and retrieves the guitar from the floor, now with a newly popped high E string. He hoped the motel wouldn’t charge him extra for that. “When’d you become Springsteen?” He smirks.

Sam was in no mood.

Then, his eyes lit up.

“Hey, Dean, what’s that, uh, mark on your neck?” Sam said, a grin only capable of being mustered by the most annoying of little brothers appearing on his lips.

“What mar- “Dean slid his hand down the length of his neck, stopping about halfway in sudden realization. “Oh- “He clears his throat. Mumbling something about getting banged up pretty badly, he dismisses himself to the med kit in Sam’s bag.

“Oh, and that explains why you’re just now getting back at, uh,” Sam glances to the alarm clock. “7am? from a simple salt-n-burn?”

“Uh, yeah.” Dean scoffs defensively. “Cause you see, Sammy, I was actually doing my job.”

The early morning sun filtered in through the blinds and for the first time you realized that the wood paneling on the divider and both doors were made to look like a saloon door. Damn. They went all out with this whole cowboy theme. On the bright side, the sun gave everything a warm almost fiery glow. Despite the rather cozy atmosphere of the room, Sam and Dean were still going.

Only two things in life are certain: taxes and the Winchester’s arguments.

“The job that requires you to receive hickeys from girls in bars?” Sam laughed. He was now stood by the foot of your bed, stretching the tension from his shoulders. Man, even through a t-shirt his back muscles were attractive- carved like a Greek statue.

“Okay, when you say it like that it makes me sound like a hooker.”

“Maybe you are, Mr. hard worker.”

“Don’t objectify me.” Dean rolls his eyes, feigning offense . Dean was leaned over the dresser, looking in the mirror as he tried to cover a small purple mark on his neck with a square gauze patch.

He definitely wasn’t winning this one.

As if suddenly remembering something, his head perked up and he set his sights on you.

“How’s the leg?” He asked, looking at you in the mirror. He did genuinely care about your wellbeing, but it didn’t hurt that you were also a good out.

“Hm?” You were a little distracted; you’d almost forgotten about your leg entirely.

“Oh right. It’s fine really,” you swing your legs over the edge of the bed.

When you look down you find the bandage that was once around your thigh, half undone, twisted about and just an overall mess.

“Right, fine.” Dean chuckles.

“Woah, you okay?” Sam questions.

Before you know it, Sam’s closing the distance between the two of you and the roll of gauze is sailing through the air from Dean’s palm to Sam’s.

“Damn, I thought you were better at the whole first-aid thing, Sammy.” Dean remarks, happy to flip the situation back on his brother.

“I am,” Sam takes a seat next to you. He’s warm. And close. Too close. “But someone.” Damn he smells good too. Like a brand-new book. “Wouldn’t let me.” He said with a teasing expression.

“Hey, I didn’t do too bad.” Your cheeks flush.

“Riiight.” He gently tugs at an end of the bandage, and it unravels like a loose thread in a pair of jeans. “Not too bad at all.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” You reply, your face contorting to an attempt at annoyance.

“Hey, cheer up.” Sam smiled.

You couldn’t help but smile in return.

He gently slid his hand to the underside of your knee and placed your leg over his lap just as he did the night prior.

While you were busy tossing the wrinkled bandage into a small barrel-shaped trashcan near the sofa-chair, Sam took the opportunity to let his gaze linger. He drank in every detail of your appearance, hoping to seer it to memory.

For some reason, 3 things in particular stuck out to him: You never bothered to put your hair up last night, the way squinted as the sun reflected directly into your eyes, and the fact that you were still in his Carhartt. That last one especially made his heart beat a little harder.

Your lovely chaotic hair and the sun shining on your face inspired countless fantasies. Some as simple as kissing the tiredness from your expression, others, he felt bad for even thinking.

The minute you turn around his eyes are once again glued to your leg and you’re none the wiser.

“How’m I lookin, doc?”

Dean with his shirt tucked beneath his chin was rubbing ointment on what he wasn’t quite sure if it was another hickey on his abdomen or an actual bruise. Upon hearing your question he perks up, ready to make a dumb Looney Toons reference when Sam of all people beats him to the punch.

“Ah, just peachy, Bugs.” He replied in a nasally imitation of Daffy Duck.

“Huh.” Dean mumbles with some small shock. He watches the two of you from the mirror's reflection. He knew Sam had a thing for you, but this, this was something else.

The way the two of you giggled and just almost leaned into each other with every joke- pulling away in shy stupidity each time you got too close. The lingering eye contact, how Sam’s hand looked almost reluctant to leave you, the way one of you would stare when the other wasn’t looking. The whole thing left his stomach feeling like a pot of warm honey.

Damn. You’ve both got it bad.

An idea.

“Hey guys,” He chimed in.

“Hm?” You and Sam said in unison.

“Oh, sorry no you go- “you said.

“No, it’s okay you- “

“Well, you did fix me up it’s only fair- “just then you realized that your leg was still in his lap. You quickly pull away and smile apologetically. Sam does the same.

Dean just about face palms. You two are hopeless.

“Guys.” Dean clears his throat, capturing both of your attentions once more.

“I'm gonna go out and uh, do something.” Dean said with heavy emphasis on “do something.”

“Oh, okay..?” you said with confusion

“Oh, uh, need help with that?” Sam added, eaqually as confused.

“No! no, sorry…heh… I just mean that you both should stay here while I go make a move.”

“You… feelin’ alright, Dean?” You question.

“He’s still hungover I think.” Sam leans in and mutters.

“Y’know,” Dean turns his attention straight to Sam. “Making a move is always the right thing.”

“…So, you do want my help?”

“No, damnit,” Dean sighs in defeat. “M’goin’ on a coffee run.”

“Oh… okay…” Sam replied. “In that case, make two of ‘em decaf.”

“Aw you remembered?” You say with an expression reminiscent of a teen girl with a crush.

“Yeah, I know how it makes you jittery.” Sam replied, sounding embarrassed.

Dean watches as the two of you sit there smiling like idiots.

Yeah.

Extra hopeless.

- -

The latter half of the day is spent with Dean acting strangely and you and Sam struggling to figure out why.

A couple of theories arose.

“Maybe he is hungover.” You quietly conceded after Dean stretched his legs across the diner’s booth seat when Sam tried to sit down- forcing him next to you.

“Nah, he’s mean when hungover.” Sam replied.

- -

“Maybe we did something?” You suggested when Dean pulled the same diner stunt later at the library.

“Like what?” Sam replied as he studied Deans relaxed demeanor.

“Dunno. Maybe it’s 'cause we bailed last night?”

“C’mon we didn’t “bail”, you got stabbed and we all know if one of us didn’t stay with you, you’d come crawling back to finish the fight.”

“Fair enough.” You shrugged. “Well, I’m fresh out of ideas.”

“Me too. Just can’t figure out what would make him not tell us details on a case, it’s not like him.”

- -

You also happened to notice that Sam grew increasingly grumpy as the day dragged on.

Whether that was due to Dean, or his uncomfortable sleeping situation last night was lost on you.

- -

“Maybe he got roofied?” Sam mumbled when it seemed as though Dean couldn’t walk in a straight line- continually bumping into you - shoving you straight into Sam.

“Can’t be, after that whole witch thing he’s really careful with his drinks.”

“Hm…”

- -

“Mid life crisis?” Sam proposes in a hushed voice from the huddled corner of a motel lobby.

Dean had bought two rooms instead of the usual one accompanied by “we’re livin’ offa credit card scams and prayers. Besides, we’ve all pretty much seen eachother’s junk anyway.”

“He’s 30” you replied while watching Dean flirt with the woman behind the counter.

“With this job and his liver, it’s midlife.”

- -

Finally, the night had rolled around.

“Been dazed and confused for so long it can’t be true~”

The radio humming as the Impala raced down the road.

Normally, nights like this would be relaxing. Windows rolled down, the sounds of the cold and buzzing night mixed with the same five albums Dean rotated. Empty back roads and the three of you endearingly out of tune as you sang along.

But this night was simply and plainly, dead.

The air in the car had a tension not even Page and Plant could cut through. You all silently sat in your unassigned-assigned seats: Dean driving, Sam shot gun and you in the back watching the night woosh by.

It all came to a head earlier when Dean notified you and Sam that you two were on stake-out duty. You watched as Sam’s expression visibly changed into one of suppressed nausea. Sure, stakeouts usually sucked ass but did the thought of being alone with you really drive him to the point of sickness?

You breathed a sigh, sinking further into your seat at the memory.

Sam steals a glance at you in the rear view- you looked sad. Guess you weren’t too excited at the thought of a stakeout either.

The car stops about 50 yards in the underbrush in front of a dilapidated old building in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere.

The light previously provided to you by the stars was dimmer now due to the thick miles of pine trees stretching high above- looking as though they could touch the sky themselves.

“Aaand we’re here,” Dean said, switching off the ignition

“Mind telling us where “here” is exactly?” Sam quipped.

“Like I said, it’s a nest.”

“Yeah. That’s the problem. That’s about the only thing you’ve said.”

“Okay, fine- look, We’ve had a lot of duds lately and I didn’t wanna get anyone’s hopes up if it wasn’t the real deal.” Dean shrugs.

Dean was an incredibly good liar. Or as he liked to call it, thinking on his feet.

“Wow you are s- “

“Such a great older brother, I know. I’m gonna go walk the perimeter, shouldn’t take too lo-“

“Great I’ll come with!”

You watch as Sam quickly follows after Dean- not even letting his brother get the words out before he’s on his feet and out of the car like he’ll catch the plague if he’s alone with you.

Yeah. Stakeouts really sucked.

From inside the car all you could hear were Sam and Deans muffled voices, but even still, you could tell they were arguing…

“I’m not an idiot, Dean. I know what you’re doing.”

“Well I’d hope so,” Dean chuckled, holding his newly sharpened machete upward to inspect it. “Dad’d kill us if we ever even thought about going in dull and halfcocked.”

“Y’know you’re not the most subtle guy in the world.”

Sufficiently satisfied, Dean re-sheathes the blade and hooks it onto his waistband. “Dunno wacha talkin’ ‘bout, Sammy.”

“You forced me to sit next to her.”

“Leg got bruised las night, had to keep ‘er elevated.”

“Got two rooms?” Sam quirked a brow.

“So? What if i wanted to bring someone back?”

“Dude, you practically threw her into me.”

“Again, the leg. Can’t walk straight.” He shrugs, grabbing a vial of dead-man’s blood and putting it into his pocket.

“Alright, cut the bullshit. I know what you’re trying to do and it won’t work. She’s not into me and i’m-“

“A dumbass.” Dean says sharply.

“E-excuse me?” Sam says, caught off guard.

“The girl is head-over-fuckin-heels for you. you must be a dumbass not to see it.” Dean points an accusing finger at him.

“I-“

“I see the way you look at her, hell, you busted out the guitar for her! ah- don’t give me that look, it was obvious. “

“Okay, fine, you got me Dean.” Sam throws his arms up in an exasperated manner. “I have feelings for her.” He pauses. This is the first time he’s said it aloud. His eyes go to his shoes. “Doesn’t mean she feels the same way.”

“Christ.” Dean slams the trunk, shoves his hands in his pockets and walks around the side of the car. Sam gives a puzzled expression. Dean jerks his head. “Watch this,” Dean says.

With the back of his hooked middle and index finger, Dean knocks on the back window of the Impala.

“Hm?” You lift your head from the book in your lap.

It’s a quick set of movements, but obvious, unthought action: your eyes first land on the source of the sound, Dean. He waves. You smile.

Then, all in the fraction of a second you look at Sam. Your smile falters. A short, flustered breath escapes your nose.

Your eyes go back to Dean, your lips curving into a poor attempt at a casual smile.

“See?” Dean says once you turn your attention back to your book.

“See what?” Sam replies, his voice growing annoyed and incredulous- having not picked up on anything out of the ordinary.

“You really make me wanna punch you sometimes.”

“Wha-, you know what, Dean, is this case even real? Cause if it’s not let’s just go back to the motel and-“

“Okay, Okay.” Dean pushes his arms in a ‘calm down’ motion. “It’s real, Columbo. Here,” He reaches behind his back, past the sides of his coat and pulls the local newspaper from the waistband of his jeans. “Happy now?”

Sam’s eyes skim the headline: Reports of “Cult like behavior” spotted near the old McCrowe house.

Below is a photograph of the dilapidated home they were parked in front of.

“Yes, but, h-“

“How do you know it’s real? Ya don’t. But i know you couldn’t take the risk; Even if you tried.”

Sam frowns, combing a hand through his hair. Dean smiles. “Go get ‘em, tiger” Dean says, patting his brother on the shoulder.

"You're an asshole."

Dean walks away with an extra bounce in his step. Sam frowns, again.

After taking a long moment, partially to regain his bearings, partially waiting till his brother disappeared around the bend, Sam pulls open the door.

“…Hey.”

“Hey yourself.”

That wasn’t awkward at all.

Leaves crunch beneath your feet, and the book carried at your side rhythmically beats against your hip as you walk.

“So… figure out what’s up with Dean?”

“Oh, uhm,” He tosses the newspaper onto the dash as he slides into the front seat to cover his hesitation. “Nope. Not a clue.”

“Eh, I just hope he sorts himself out. If he keeps walking like that i think i’ll be bruised soon.” You chuckle at your own joke. “Guy’s got hips like Shakira, they do not lie.”

Crickets. Literal crickets fill the beat of silence after that joke.

You knew it was bad but damn.

“Ookay… tough crowd,” You mumble.

“Oh, uh, sorry,” Sam said as if he were snapping out of a trance. “yeah heh, Shakira.”

You simply resign yourself to the book in your lap, every once in a while, taking a glance at the house ahead.

Meanwhile, Sam’s gaze never leaves the house for a moment. He had an expression you couldn’t quite place and an almost glazed over look in his eyes.

“Hey, i’m gonna go catch up with Dean, you’ll be fine right?” He says suddenly.

“No,” You slam your book shut and turn straight to Sam. “Sit your ass back down. we need to talk.”

“I’m sorry?”

The words come barreling from your mouth like a falling knife, sharp and unpredictable. “You have been super weird all day- I swear it’s hereditary- Dean acting strange, that i can deal with, but you? i-i don’t know what to do with that.”

A sinking sort of realization sets in. “I- god i’m so sorry.”

“I mean, did i do something? ‘Cause if i did i’m terribly sorry-“

“No, no, you didn’t do anything i swear.”

“Then what is it? i thought things were good and then- Look, if there’s something wrong just say the word and i’m there.”

“i know that but-“

“I’ll listen if you need it, i’m your friend and i wanna help.”

“That’s the problem.”

A beat of silence.

“That you’re my friend, just, my friend. That’s what’s wrong."

You feel your mouth going dry.

The words come tumbling out of Sam’s mouth much faster than he can think. “I-I knew from the moment i met you that you were this super cool and sweet and pretty but also badass at the same time kinda person and then it sorta spiraled into a crush, -which was innocent enough- so i thought it’d go away but then it didn’t and then-“

Every word, every thought, every action, everything within Sam is cut short and fades off when your lips collide with his. Your hands cup the sides of his face. His eyes widen before slowly dropping shut.

A moment later the kiss breaks and you’re sat there, staring dumbly into those gorgeous hazel eyes. From this new vantage point (the middle of the front seat) the gaps between the pines overhead is greater, allowing for starlight to filter in. The parts of his face not obscured by the shadows of his hair were illuminated in perfect detail. The soft edges of his face look almost sharp given the looming shadows, that detail though, is contrasted by the rosy blush spreading on his cheeks.

“…I wanted to shut you up,” You blink. “But I should’ve asked, i’m sor-“

The last of your attempt to apologize is muffled as Sam’s lips crash into yours.

His hand rests on the far side of your neck, his thumb moving across your cheek. The kiss grows in intensity, his tongue licking at the seam of your lips, your breath short and hot on his face. You drop your hands from his jaw and begin to slide them down his torso, eliciting a low growl-like sound from him. You both grow in fervor, the kiss bordering the fine line between sweet and desperate.

His tongue pushes past your lips and begins exploring you with warm desire. A soft sound escapes your throat at the feeling, his body growing warm, breaths shaky, and his tongue needly licking at the inside of your mouth.

Sam pulls away but only for a moment. He takes a quick survey of your face: lips red, breathing coming out in short pants, hair messy and all of you elucidated by the stars outside. You were no longer a reverie- some fantasy far out of reach. You were right there, lovely and more attention capturing than any star. So he says the thought that’s been on repeat in his mind since the moment he met you. What he’s thought on a thousand breathless afternoons when the sun shines just right on your face: “I love you”

“I love you too.” You reply without missing a single beat. you don’t have to think about it, not even for a second. You love him.

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winchestersisterimaginessss · 7 months ago

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request: Sam and Deans sister is really squeamish with her own injuries. I am talking like gagging throwing up so grossed out, that’s how much it affects her. Her brothers are aware of her huge fear and understand what they have to do when she gets injured. They have been through this many times with her before and are extremely familiar with her panic. Even with all of her injuries, it never gets better for her and she freaks out every single time her brothers have to patch her up.

Warnings: gore, cursing,

A/N: Okay some of this might be so dramatic but it’s soooo real like I am one of these people who are absolutely sickened by stitches and gashes. I had to get stitches before multiple times and I was gagging the whole time gripping my leg. I would assume an injury like this one is 1000% worse so it may seem dramatic but it’s like so real tbh. Anyway I was too lazy and tired to proof read this but I’m still gonna upload it and check it all later so if anything’s clearly spelled wrong… oops sorry lol. Hope you enjoy:)) Requests are still open!

You were easily disgusted by the sight of your own wounds which was unfortunate because you were a hunter so wounds were more common than not. Blood was fine and little scrapes were okay, but stitches or deep gashes had you sick to your stomach. You could not stop yourself from physically gagging or throwing up when you had serious injuries. You were completely okay with others injuries, but your own? They made you sick to your stomach.

It was always a fight with your brothers because you obviously needed to take care of your wounds, but the idea of it made you physically ill. They had to hold you down more times than not to clean up your wounds and stitch them because you would thrash and thrash. If they weren’t holding you down, then you were usually squeezing your eyes shut, holding your breath and biting back throwing up. Either way, you never won because you were either crying, gagging, throwing up or fighting them. So when a demon took a knife and sliced your shin you couldn’t help but curse.

“Fuck!” You cried and collapsed to the floor. While Dean finished off the demon that sliced you, you grabbed your shin in a tight grip to look at your wound. You cried out in pain and felt sick to your stomach when you realized how bad it was.

“Oh my God. Oh my God.” You gagged, seeing your skin gaping open. Dean killed the demon and his attention immediately went to you. He eyed your injury up and before he could make his next move, Sam swooped in.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey you’re going to be alright, okay?” Sam said coming into your view. He looked at your wound and clenched his jaw. He caught Dean’s eyes. Dean sent him a grimace and shook his head. Sam already knew how this was going to end and he also knew that he had to word his next sentences to you very carefully.

“I’ll grab the car.” Dean hurried off, knowing that they had to disinfect and care for your wound as soon as possible.

“Okay, hey we’re going to get you cleaned up, it’s okay.” Sam said softly with his attention back on you. As he reached down to pick you up, you gripped onto his wrist with panic in your eyes.

“No, Sammy, wait, please no, please!” You whimpered, now feeling your body start to tremble. You were so not mentally prepared for this to be happening to you right now. Sam sighed, knowing how hard it was going to be for all of you.

“Bug,” he said sympathetically, “you know that’s a deep gash.” He finished insinuating that you knew that there was no other option, but to deal with the wound. You let out a sob and let him finish picking you up.

“I know sweetheart, I know, I’m sorry.” He whispered. Dean pulled up the car and hopped out. Sam carried you to the car while Dean opened the door for him and the three of you got in. You cried the entire way to the bunker while your brothers tried their best to comfort you. Once you got to the bunker, Dean went in first to get everything sorted as Sam worked on coaxing you out of the car.

“Sammy!” You sobbed when he opened the door closest to you.

“Y/N/N I’m sorry but we have to clean you up.” He said already knowing where you were going with it.

“No!” You cried gagging. “I’m going to throw up, I’m going to throw up!” You panicked.

“Hey hey hey it’s going to be okay!” He said reaching out to you, but you leaned away from him.

“No, no, no, no, no.” You mumbled. “Sam please I-I-I can’t fucking do it, I can’t!” You cried.

Sam sighed. “If we don’t clean it up now, it could get worse, bug. You would be in extra pain and it would require even more care.” Sam pointed out trying to get you to understand.

“But I don’t want either!” You cried.

“I know, but these are your only options.” He said sympathetically.

You threw your head back and cried. You were defeated, he was right.

“Fine,” you sobbed.

“Come on sweetheart, I got you.” He said softly as he helped you out of the car and picked you up. You squeezed your arms around his neck tight and dug your face into his chest as he carried you inside.

He walked you to the table where he tried setting you down gently, but failed. You still had your arms tight around his neck, not letting him go. You whimpered as you peaked out from his chest and saw all of the supplies out.

“Kiddo, we’ve gotta patch you up and you know that we do. So I need you to hang with me kid, okay?” Dean asked gently, coming into your view with disinfectant in his hands.

You cried, but released your grip on Sam. He sat you on the table and you instantly reached for your leg. You squeezed your leg tight hoping to take some of the pressure away from where you were injured as Dean got ready to clean you up.

“Alright I’m just going to disinfect it right now okay? I’m not touching it yet, just pouring it over your leg, alright kid?” He asked.

You nodded and whimpered, still squeezing your leg. You knew this part was going to hurt like hell. You closed your eyes and looked away and you felt Sam’s hand on your back. The cold liquid poured onto your leg and your breath got caught in your throat as you felt the intense sting and burn. You choked back a sob. You hated this feeling. You hated knowing that your wound was bubbling and that the liquid was going into your flesh because your skin was practically flapped open. The whole idea of it made you feel sick, but you knew this was the easiest part of the whole clean up.

“You’re doing so good kid, hang with me.” Dean said as he got the cloth gauze out. You felt your heart rate increase.

“Wait De-“ you started before he cut you off.

“I’m not going to do anything without telling you first and I’ll walk you through it as always.” He reassured you.

“Okay,” you whispered.

“I’ve gotta dry it up so I can start the stitches,” he said, squinting his eyes at you to get a better read on your expression. Sam felt you stiffen under his touch.

“Hey you’re doing so good bug, Deans going to continue.” He said, nodding to Dean and not giving you an option to stop him. Dean gave you a reassuring nod and blotted your wound. You hissed in pain as he finished drying it. As soon as you saw him reach for the needle and thread, you tried to scramble off the table. Your brothers knew you too well though and Sam had you pulled back.

You were frantic. “Please wait no wait” You gagged. “I-I-“ You gagged again. “No wait hold on!” You finally screeched in fear and pleaded your one last attempt. Tears were streaming down your face and you just couldn’t do it.

“You’re okay.” Dean reassured, nodding to you.

“But I’m not Dean!” You whined, feeling like you were going to pass out.

“Hey, hey, hey, the sooner I start, the sooner I can finish. I need you to stay with me kid. You’re okay.” He soothed, eyeing you. He knew that there was a great possibility of you passing out. Both of your brothers greatly preferred you to be conscious when they were patching you up to prevent further complications.

You accepted your fate and threw your head back crying. You motioned to Dean to start the stitches. As soon as he pierced through your skin with the needle you let out a sob.

“Shhhhh, shhh, it’s okay.” Sam murmured, rubbing your back and holding your body up. You felt Dean tug at your skin as he stitched you up and you gagged. This was one of the worst feelings in the world. You suddenly felt really weak and tried to blink away the black spots clouding your vision. Sam felt your body start to become less tense and figured you were slipping away from consciousness.

“Dean.” He alerted his brother. Dean looked up at you.

“HEY, HEY, keep your eyes open kiddo!” He shouted before lowering his voice. That confirmed Sam’s thoughts so he gave your face a little tap. You shot your eyes back open and focused on Dean’s mouth moving.

“HEY, HEY, I need you to stay awake, can you do that for me kid?” He asked. His voice felt so far away and you tried to nod, but you gave up and your head lolled to the side. You closed your eyes and felt Sam tapping your face again, but you didn’t have the energy to open them back up.

“Shit!” You heard Dean mumble before you fell into complete darkness.

You didn’t know how much time had passed before you felt a sharp stabbing pain in your leg. You jolted up frantically and Sam grabbed you to hold you down as you whimpered. Dean stopped stitching you so that your erratic movements didn’t cause him to screw up. You came to and focused on your surroundings.

“There she is! I need you to keep those eyes open for me kiddo.” Dean said looking at you.

“You’re okay, relax.” Sam soothed, but you didn’t care. As Dean turned his focus back to your gash, you cried out and tried to jerk your leg away.

“Sam, hold her down, I’ve gotta finish this up.” Dean said shooting you a sympathetic look. Sam gripped your shin tight and held you in place as you cried out in pain and disgust. Every time you felt the tug of your skin, you gagged. You squeezed your eyes shut and held your breath, clenching your jaw. You didn’t know how long had passed before you heard Sam’s gentle voice.

“Hey sweetheart, I need you to breathe for me or else your going to make yourself pass out again.” He said, still holding your leg in place. You didn’t even notice that your lungs were searching for oxygen until you let in a deep breath and felt the relief. Dean looked up at you.

“Atta girl, I’m almost done, hang in there.” He encouraged you. You cried out a few more times, before Dean put down the needle and thread.

“All done!” He said and you let out an audible sigh of relief. He out the antibacterial cream and unscrewed the cap.

“Okay I’m going to quickly put this on and wrap it up.” He explained to you. You nodded and he took that as his approval to continue. You accidentally caught sight of your wound and gagged.

“Blah oh my God I fucking can’t I’m- blah- I’m going to-“ You gagged. “I’m going to throw the fuck up.” You gagged again. It was just word vomit with you gagging every other second. You looked away, but the feeling of your skin and knowing what it looked like still continued to make you gag. Dean quickly spread the cream over your stitches and you gagged again. It just grossed you the hell out. The whole idea of it just made you sick to your stomach. He quickly wrapped up your leg and patted your knee.

“Good as new kiddo, you’re all patched up.” He sighed in relief.

“Thank you.” You whispered. You felt the ache and burn of your wound as you repositioned yourself on the table. You were ready to leap into your bed and stay there for eternity.

“Can you walk?” Sam asked, reaching out to help stabilize you as you got off the table.

“Yeah I-“ You gagged as you felt your skin ache from being stretched by the stitches. “I’m good.” You replied and walked without bending your leg to prevent yourself from feeling that gross stretch of your skin again. Sam looked at you in concern as Dean couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.

“Alright kid, let’s get you to bed.” He said as he swooped you up in his arms. You relaxed in his arms and he brought you into your room. He gently placed you on your bed and helped you with your blankets.

“Thanks De.” You mumbled before you noticed Sam also in the room, “thanks s’mmy.” You said softly. You were so exhausted and could barely keep your eyes open.

“Goodnight bug, call us if you need anything.” Sam said before he walked out of the room. Dean followed him, leaving your bedroom door open so they could check on you frequently through out the night.

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alantern-inthenight · 2 months ago

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Designated Driver

Sam x Danny x Reader

Warnings: HEAVY slash, sexual themes, drinking

A/N: Hello gorgeous folk! I am not normally fic writer, but my Sanny x Reader brainrot and the egregious lack of Sam fics in this fandom has driven me out of my corner and into writing. This is my first ever fanfic, so apologies for middling writing, still getting used to the format.

“Gorgeous! There you are!” Sam exclaims drunkenly from his spot on the couch as you approach. You had (regrettably) offered to DD this party, which resulted in you having to have a sober conversation with an acquaintance from highschool you couldn’t remember the name of.

Your boys, it seems, are having a very different experience.

You found them on Jakes couch, Sam sitting on Danny’s lap relaxed into him and sporting hickies you’re certain weren’t there when you left. Danny wasn’t really one for PDA, especially since Sam and him were still finding their social footing as boyfriends.

Danny’s attention is pulled from his conversation,

“Babyy was wondering where you went. Come join us.” For a moment your feet are glued to the floor, too take by the scene in front of you; Sam so casually layed out on top of Danny, with one of Danny’s arms around his waist and the other casually taking his fingers through Sam’s hair. After a moment you snap back to reality and take a seat next to them, leaning your head on Danny’s shoulder. A closer look shows you both of their eyes are completely glazed over.

“What have you two been up to this whole night? I haven’t seen you once.”

Samm cranes his neck down to plant a kiss on your lips, which lasts a little longer than the quick peck you were expecting. He pulls a little on your bottom lip before breaking away.

“Sorry sweetheart we decided to go shot for shot, but someone got a little drunk and couldn’t keep it in his pants.” Sams sentence capped off in a sing songy tone.

“Not my fault you gave me fuck me eyes in the middle of beer pong.” Danny muttered burying his face into Sam’s shoulder. You give him a reassuring kiss on the check, speaking in his ear,

“Don’t worry baby I understand, our Sammy is such a tease its horrible really.”

All of a sudden Danny whips his face towards you, pulling you into a needy kiss. One of his hands comes up to cup your jaw while the other holds Sam in place as he leans closer to you. He chases your lips, giving you a disappointed look as you pull away.

“Hi Daniel” You let out an affection chuckle. Momentarily your eyes drift over to Sam who’s jaw hangs open. Clearly reveling in the little display.

“Pretty giirl. Forgot we found you, just got excited when I remembered.” He half slurs.

“Okay, you two are fucked up its time to go.” You go to stand, but Danny’s hand immediately pulls you back down.

Sam momentarily comes out of his drunken stupor to whine, “Not yet. I’m not drunk babe I could totally land a plane right now.”

“Yeah I was talking to Jake, can’t leave yet.” At the mention of his name Jake’s attention turns to you three.

“If I don’t have to listen to Sam talk anymore tonight I’m not complaining.” He retorts much to Sam’s offence.

At that, Danny raises his eyebrows, “Oh believe me Sammy is great at shutting up if you give him something else to do with his mouth. ” Your face goes beet red at the statement. Sam on the other hand throws his head back, letting out his signature stoner chuckle. Jake cringes.

“Yep. Gross. Didn’t need to know that about my brother. Leaving now.” With that Jake gets up and heads to the kitchen.

This time you jump of the couch more resolutely.

“Okay time to go for real. Before you say or do anything else that’ll traumatize you tomorrow..”

You pull Sam up, despite Danny’s protests, only for him to immediately fall forward and wrap his arms around your neck. He presses his forehead against yours.

“Did I tell you how gorgeous you look in this dress?” He murmurs.

“Yes Sammy, dozens of times on our way here.”

You feel a second body press up against your back. Danny wraps his arms around your waist.

“Yeah pretty girl, good thing you were hiding this whole party.”

You struggle to think of anything either than the feeling of the boyfriend sandwich you’re in, and all of the drunken affection being sent your way. Especially as Danny starts to press kisses into the back of your neck.

Catching a cackling Josh walk by however pulls you back to reality pretty quickly. You wriggle your way out of their grasp pulling them both by the hand.

“Okay as much as I love you both it is time to go home. I can’t carry either one of your drunk asses to the car so we better quit while we’re ahead.”

Despite their groaning, and lazy make out in then backseat on the drive home, both boys passed out as soon as they got in bed.

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“I’m sorry Daniel said what to my brother.” Sams eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head at the breakfast table. Danny had dropped his spoonful of cereal to bury his face into his arms in shame.

“Yeah Sam we can never drink together again.”

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stardustbarbarians · 1 month ago

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Most Of All

An Enchanted sequel

A Sam Kiszka / Daniel Wagner fic

Summary: History repeats itself. This time, while the whole world is watching.

Tags: established relationship, fluff, love spell au, some sexually suggestive content

Words: 7.7 k

Author's Note: Happy Saint Patrick's Day! Have a Valentine's fic!! For real, sorry this took longer than expected, ADHD is a bitch. About the sexually suggested content, it's nothing extreme, just some comments and a scene where they make out - so a PG-13 rating if anything. Thank you for being so patient and please enjoy this light-hearted fun! Dedicated to @ofthecaravel (who made the cover, btw!). Title taken from I Need You Most Of All by Stephen Sanchez.

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Love potions are real. Danny learned that the hard way last year. Though, he can’t exactly say he’s mad about it. They’re the reason he and Sam are together, after all. But, after the whole “incident” of last year, Danny is not very eager to encounter another one in his lifetime. He’s had his fill, thank you.

However, as fate would have it, he would not be so lucky.

“We should’ve soundchecked You’re the One… it’s been so long since we’ve had it on the setlist,” Sam lamented, checking his stage outfit in the mirror of the dressing room. As usual, he was the last one to get dressed. Danny could hear a walkie outside the door signaling the two minute warning.

“You’ll be fine, Sammy,” Danny soothed, slithering his arms around Sam’s waist and resting his head on his shoulder, “Right now you should be more worried about not missing the curtain drop.”

Sam, placing his hands on Daniel’s arms, hummed in contentment. He leaned back into Danny’s embrace, a smile spreading on his lips. “Something still looks off…”

“You look wonderful, baby,” the drummer complimented, whispering directly into Sam’s ear and sneaking a quick kiss against his jaw.

“You always say that.”

“Cause it’s always true.”

“Where the fuck is rhythm section??”

Both men snapped their heads to the door. Danny felt Sam’s hands tighten around his arms.

“That’s our cue, Sam.” Danny, reluctantly, retracted his arms from around the bassist. Sam was quick to let Danny know just what he thought of that with a groan.

“They don’t need us,” Sam whined, his eyes big and pleading.

“I’m afraid they do,” Danny took Sam’s hand and took him to the door, “besides, after the show I’m all yours.”

“Promise?” Sam batted his lashes as he asked. Really, it was an attempted murder with his stage makeup on; all glitter and mascara.

Danny stole one quick kiss on Sam’s lips simply because he couldn’t help himself. “I promise.”

“ONE MINUTE!!”

Sam and Danny giggled as they raced over to the stage. They were met with the annoyed yet tired faces of the twins as they took their places behind the curtain.

“So nice of you to finally join us,” Jake commented, his words dripping with sarcasm as he put his in-ears in. Danny could see Sammy shake his head and roll his eyes. It was very clear he wanted to snark at Jake right back, but they didn’t have the time. The instrumental intro was reaching the end.

The curtain dropped and along with it came the crescendo of cheers and screams. Danny’s heart was pounding in his chest just like it did before every show. However, he had now learned how to use it to his advantage. He was the first one to take his place, jumping down to his kit and preparing to perform.

“Welcome to the show, folks,” Josh quickly greeted. It was the cue Danny was waiting for. With a snappy roll of his snare, the concert had begun.

Just like with every other show, all four of them put on the best show that they could. They played their hearts out and drank in the audience’s reaction in turn. It felt like a renewable energy source, the applause. Because no matter what he felt like before he went on stage, hearing thousands of people cheer you on like a god was enough to lift anybody’s spirits.

In between songs, Josh was bolting around the stage as he was apt to do. The frontman interacted with the crowd as he had a - mostly - one sided conversation with them. While this happened, Danny checked in with his drum tech. One of his cymbals felt too loose.

“Hey, Daniel!”

Danny was pulled out of his technical conversation, his curls whipping around his head as he snapped his attention over to Josh, The man was illuminated by a spotlight as he stood at the very edge of the stage, which Danny was sure Josh’s bodyguard was just a little stressed about.

“What?” If it weren’t for the in-ears, Danny would have been easily drowned out by the roar of the crowd.

“There’s a very lovely gentleman down here that wants to do a shot with you. Says he just got his PhD and wants to celebrate!” Josh’s smile was huge. That’s the thing about him: he genuinely loved everyone he ever met. It was a very admirable trait, to say the least.

With a shrug of his shoulders, Danny got up from behind his kit. It worked out better this way seeing as now the tech had more room to fix his cymbal. As he walked, one of the spotlights swung over to him and nearly blinded him. It was so bright, in fact, that he almost ran directly into Sam without even seeing him.

“Excuse me!” Sam playfully teased, lifting up the neck of his bass so that Danny had more clearance to pass. There was such a swell of affection in his chest that Daniel genuinely had to stop himself from leaning over and planting a big, wet kiss onto Sam’s cheek. However, he wasn’t able to suppress his urge to touch him. It was only a passing touch when Danny’s hand shot out on its own accord and caressed the bassist’s hand supporting his instrument.

Danny could hear Sammy giggle in the in-ears after the drummer had continued towards where Josh was standing. If people noticed that Danny’s smile had grown after the interaction, they were bound to write it off as “bestie” behavior. And that was completely fine by both of them. No one needed to know about their relationship outside of those really close to them.

After finally approaching, Daniel wrapped an arm around Josh’s shoulders. He leaned in a bit towards the mic in his hand before saying: “So, where is this promise of liquor?” He couldn’t help but laugh a bit as people screamed after he spoke.

The frontman pointed down at a very excited fan who was holding a blue poster and two shooters. When he realized that Danny was looking at him, he waved along with everyone around him. Daniel also took note of all the phone cameras that were pointed in his direction. While he knew it was just a part of his job, it still was never a comfortable feeling; one slip up and everyone would see.

With a friendly pat on Josh’s shoulder, Danny let go of him and climbed down to the barricade area. If it weren’t for the in-ears acting as earplugs, Danny was sure he’d have lost his hearing with how loud everyone around had screeched. But, he ignored them in favor of giving his attention to the man in question. He looked like he was about to pass out by the looks of things. Once again, something about this job he had to get used to and not let it go to his head.

A quick pleasantry was exchanged on both ends; Danny’s with a smile and the fan’s with a hand fluttering to his chest in disbelief. The fan, who’s name he found out to be Clarence, offered over the shooter. And if Danny hadn’t been so distracted by someone trying to reach out to grab him, he might have noticed that the little bottle had already been opened. Because, as he opened it, the seal was already broken.

“Cheers!” he shouted to Clarence, tapping his shooter against the other person’s. To the sound of cheering, Danny tipped his head back and gulped down the alcohol. It must have been one he’s never tried before; he could not recall a single time he’s had a shot that’s tasted like bubblegum.

Suppressing a gag at the intensely sweet taste, Danny smiled and gave a quick hug to the fan. He wasn’t quite sure why he had looked so disappointed when Daniel pulled away. Perhaps because his time with Danny had ended? Oh, well. No time to dwell on it.

As Danny made for the stage to get the show back on the road, he felt the same sensation when you stood up too fast. Suddenly, his vision started to go black and fuzzy while his head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton. He felt his feet stumble underneath him before he was able to brace his hand against the wall of the stage. He heard a few people gasp around him before his hearing cut out and started to ring. For a brief, terrifying minute, he thought he was going to pass out.

What the fuck was in that shot??

Thankfully, the warm and firm hand that landed on his shoulder pulled him out of… whatever the fuck that was. His near blackout, he guessed.

“Danny? What’s going on, buddy?” Richard questioned. Even though Josh was his main priority, Danny was glad to know Richard was looking out for him, too.

“I-I don’t know,” Daniel responded. He rubbed at his head with his right hand, his left still propped against the stage.

“Do you need medical attention?” Richard used his grasp on Danny’s shoulder to turn him to face one another. When the drummer had opened his eyes to look back at him, he was relieved to see that the black had faded from his sight.

Danny pressed the heel of his hands into his eyes. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to breathe through the frankly scary experience. He knew that he should’ve called it. That he should’ve told Richard that he wasn’t feeling good; he should’ve told the truth.

Instead, Daniel pulled himself together and put on a charming, yet reassuring smile.

“Nah, I’m alright.” The lie slipped easily off his tongue. It was a comfortable one, a fib he’d employed a lot in his life. That’s why he wasn’t worried when Richard looked at him critically.

“Are you sure?”

Danny nodded, that smile still on his lips. Despite the fact that he was still feeling dizzy, he wasn’t about to cancel a show over a weird feeling. Thousands and thousands of people paid to see them tonight, he wasn’t about to disappoint them.

Daniel saw the resignation on Richard’s face before he sighed out an “alright”. However, the bodyguard insisted on helping Danny back on stage. He didn’t want to admit it, but he probably needed the assistance. He just needed some water and he’d be fine.

While Danny’s little dizzy spell went on, Josh took it upon himself to provide a distraction for the drummer. Naturally, Jake and Sam followed along. Something about playing truth or dare with one another. Danny knew he’d see it posted online the next day so he wasn’t all that upset about missing out.

He was also going to see a lot of things posted the next day as well; about him specifically. But there was no possible way for him to know that as he took his seat back behind the kit. Finally off his feet and chugging some water, he was already starting to feel better. What an odd fluke.

“Are you doing alright, Daniel?” Sam’s voice filtered through his in-ears, the sound akin to an angelic choir to Danny. There was a heavy concern laced with his question.

As the drummer looked over towards the keyboards where his other half sat, Daniel felt as if he’d been hit with a colossal tidal wave of feelings. He was used to getting overwhelmed by the batch of intense emotions when being with his lover, but this instance took the cake. It felt as if every cell in his body was filled to capacity with love for Sam.

“I love you, baby,” Danny admitted. He couldn’t remember what Sam asked. It really didn’t matter. It was super important that Danny tell Sam that.

In the colorful stage lights, Danny watched Sam flinch in reaction. Clearly it was not what Sam was expecting him to say. His expression soon softened, though. “I love you too, honey. I just need to know that you’re ok.”

“Why wouldn’t I be? I have the most perfect boyfriend in the whole world!”

“Do you two fucking mind? Or do I need to smack some professionalism into you?” Jake interrupted, mild irritation coloring his words.

“Oh my god, Jake hates gay people,” Sam shot back immediately. Danny couldn’t help but giggle at the joke. He was so funny and Danny loved that about him.

Danny, if he wasn’t looking at Sam, would’ve noticed Jake rolling his eyes. But he didn’t. He did notice the way Sam’s hair spilled off his shoulders as his head tipped back when he laughed. And the way it shined in the stage lights. And the way his eyes glittered as they locked onto Danny. His heart fluttered in his chest just like it always did for the past decade when Sam looked his way.

Then Jake began strumming the chords to Meeting the Master, and that was when Danny remembered they were at a concert and that he had a job to do. He forced his eyes away from Sam to look at the audience; a melancholic and cold feeling settling into his chest as he did so. It was just… Well, there was really only one thing that Danny wanted to do and that was be with Sam. Which, to be fair, was how Danny felt all the time. But, right now in particular, Danny was just very keen on having Sam within arm’s reach of him.

The only thing that kept Daniel from dropping everything just to go hold his boyfriend was his professionalism. And the fact that, after Meeting the Master and his drum solo, there was a brief window of time where they all travelled to B Stage where Danny could sneak in some affection. Which he certainly did.

“Daniel!” Sam giggled as said gentleman had snuck up behind the bass player and swept him up in his arms. The sound set something alight inside of Danny, his entire body glowing at the sweet symphony of Sam’s laugh. It only grew as he twirled Sammy around and his giggling turned into cackling.

“Hello, my darling. I missed you,” Danny cooed into his boyfriend’s ear, his face nuzzled into the crook of his neck after he set the man back on his feet.

Sam leaned into the drummer as he rested his head onto Danny’s and wrapped his arms around the other man’s arms on his waist. “You just saw me.”

“Yeah, but I couldn’t touch you, then,” Danny whispered, his answer accented with a few fluttering kisses all over every part of Sam’s skin he could reach. Which, to Sam’s delight, was mainly his neck.

“Jesus, do I need to get a bucket of ice water to douse you two with?” Danny’s drum tech asked after plucking Danny’s forgotten drumsticks from his hand.

“Please, I’m begging you,” Jake implored as his tech helped him put on his acoustic.

Danny’s tech had glanced over at Jake, but ultimately ignored him. “What has gotten into you?”

“You guys need to hurry. Josh is out there alone,” Josh’s tech had interrupted. He made his point more urgent with a frantic waving motion of his hand, gesturing towards the entrance to the B Stage. If Daniel had been paying any attention to anything that wasn’t how warm Sam was or how good he smelled, he might’ve been able to hear Josh attempt a stand-up routine to stall for them.

“But-”

“Let’s hustle, Danny!” His tech thrust his mandolin at him, a determined look on his face that left no room for argument. Even through the fog of SammySammySammy running rampant in his mind, Danny knew he wasn’t about to win this particular argument.

With a bone deep sigh, Daniel relented. But, it wasn’t before he quickly bent his knees, used his hold on Sam’s waist, and hoisted his boyfriend over his shoulder.

“Daniel! What are you-”

“You can force me to do my job, but I’m gonna do it on my terms,” Daniel quipped before using his free hand to grab the neck of his mandolin.

“Put me down, you menace!” Sam demanded - a token protest if Danny had ever heard one. If the way he was giggling in Danny’s ear was any indication, Sam was having the time of his life.

But Danny didn’t heed Sammy’s half-hearted protests. Instead, he marched back out to the screams of thousands of adoring fans. As he walked past the closest group of them, Danny took in the confused looks on their faces as they witnessed Danny carry Sam out as if he weighed nothing. While he couldn’t see it, Danny just knew Sam was waving enthusiastically at everyone as he passed.

When he reached Sam’s keyboard, Danny gently set his beloved down. He thought he heard Josh make a comment about it - “Danny really is the one who carries this band!” - but he really didn’t care. Instead, he cupped Sam’s face in the hand not holding his instrument and placed a kiss on Sam's forehead. He wanted to kiss him on the lips, but something told him Sammy wouldn’t be all that thrilled about that.

“David was right, something has gotten into you,” Sam pointed out, his tone saturated in affection to match the huge grin on his face. They were standing closer than was strictly “friendly”, Sam even resting his hands on Danny’s chest as his fingers fiddled with the material of Danny’s chainmail shirt.

“Well, I was hoping I could get me into you-”

“Daniel Robert!” Sam gasped with a performative alarm. He could see right through the pianist’s rouse - the perks of knowing someone for the majority of your life. Sam had playfully swatted Danny’s chest as he laughed, shoving this boyfriend away from his personal space and towards his seat. “Go away, you scoundrel, and do your job!”

Always heeding any command Sam sent his way, Danny did as he was told and finally took his proper spot on the stage. Josh had caught his eye as he put the mandolin strap on his shoulder, the singer wearing a face that was a cross between supportive and confused. Josh - and Jake as well - had always been in Sam and Danny’s corner when they started dating. When they had experienced some backlash from their label over their relationship (because dating within your own band historically always ended well), the twins were the first people to tell their label reps to shove it. They told both Sam and Danny that they were happy for them and they didn’t care about what they did, just as long as it didn't interfere with work. And judging by the identical look Jake and Josh were now throwing Danny, he was toeing the line.

As he settled into his seat, Danny shook his head like a dog shaking water off its body. Through the haze of his amplified affection, Danny realized he was acting over the top. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to do all these things to Sam or feel all these things for him, it was more like he just didn’t want to stop himself from acting on these instincts. He also realized that as long as he didn’t look at Sam, his urges weren’t as strong. So, despite the way it made his heart feel heavy and his soul feel cold, Daniel did his best to keep his eyes off of Sam as they went through their B Stage set. It went pretty well, the audience enjoying the change of pace and singing along with them as they cast the band in a glow of cellphone lights swaying with the music. It was magical hearing and seeing so many people enjoy what he had put his soul into.

It was pretty smooth sailing until they started to play You’re the One. That was when Danny made the mistake of turning to look at Sam as he sang the chorus along with Josh. It just felt right to. But as soon as he had, Danny was once again slammed with a cataclysmic wave of unfettered affection as he took in the visage of his beloved boyfriend. The stage lighting had made Sammy look ethereal, glowing in the warm light. His lips were pouting in the way they usually did when Sam was concentrating on his playing, his hair swaying along with his body as he put his soul into his performance, and his hands danced gracefully across the keys. A more beautiful sight, Danny had never beheld.

He was successfully able to complete the song. However, as soon as it was over, Danny was glued to Sam’s side within an instant. That had been their last song for that portion of the set, so they were about to run back to the main stage, anyway. It was just, now Danny was able to take Sam by his hand and help him out of his seat like a gentleman asking a maiden to dance a waltz. A voice in the back of his mind told him to kiss Sam silly when he watched the pianist’s eyes glitter with the warm glowing lights, Sam even shooting him a tender smile. Using all of the strength he had, he forced himself to wait until they were in the back rooms and away from prying eyes.

But, as soon as they were away from the public’s view, that was when he used his grip on Sam’s hand and tugged him around a corner. Daniel pressed him into a wall and kissed him like he hadn’t seen Sam in years. It was bordering on desperate as Daniel’s hands roamed all over any part of Sammy he could reach, whines of pleasure slipping past their lips before being swallowed by the other’s tongue. Sam, in an interesting twist, was actually the one to attempt to take it one step further as his hands deftly unhooked the clasps on Daniel’s shirt he had aided in putting on him numerous times. The chainmail hit the ground with a loud, heavy, and unceremonious thud. The pair of them carried on as if nothing had happened, Sam’s hands now tracing over the newly exposed flesh of Danny’s chest. The heady scrape of Sam’s thick calluses against Danny’s overly-warm skin was enough to send a shiver down his spine and a guttural noise tumbling from his lips. It was all the invitation Danny needed to grab Sam by his thighs and lift him up, his legs wrapping around Danny’s hips while their lips never parted.

“God, if only we didn’t have a show to finish,” Sam whined after breaking for some air. Danny used the opportunity to trail kisses down from Sam’s jaw to his jugular notch.

“Who said we need to finish the show?” Danny purred against Sam’s throat, unwilling to let his lips stray from his skin.

Sam laughed at his boyfriend’s persistence, his fingers tangling into Danny’s curls as he inadvertently pressed him closer against his throat. Danny obliged immediately, nipping at the delicate skin and rolling it between his teeth as he sucked.

“Wasn’t it you who said they need us?” Sam sassed, always unafraid to use Danny’s words against him. Danny groaned. He knew Sam was right. No matter how badly he wanted to steal Sam away into the closest room with a lock, he knew he had to do his job.

“God is so cruel to dangle you in front of me knowing I can’t have you when I desperately need you.”

“Who knew blue-balling you was gonna turn you into such a poet,” Sam cooed mockingly, the affection in his tone anything but mocking.

“Keep it up, Sammy boy, see where that gets you,” Danny warned, his tone warm as he stole just a few more kisses against Sam’s neck before setting him back onto his feet. They were both affected by the stolen moment, if the deep, matching flush on both of their cheeks was anything to go by. Sam even staggered slightly as he caught his breath, having to rest a hand onto Danny’s shoulder for support.

“We-we, uh…” Sam floundered before clearing his throat, “we better… go…”

Danny, reluctantly, nodded in agreement. Before they scurried back towards the main stage at a full sprint in order to catch up with the twins, Danny picked up his discarded top off the floor.

“Do we even want to know what you two disappeared to do?” Jake asked, not even turning around as he spoke.

“I don’t think they have to say it. Nice hickey, Sam,” Josh teased, his bright smile dripping with the kind of mockery only a sibling can conjure.

At the remark, Sam’s hand flew up to the spot on his neck that Danny had been gnawing on earlier. If his face hadn’t been red before, it now certainly rivaled the bright crimson of his stage outfit. He had shed his jacket before they even went to the B Stage, only his silk scarf and black beaded chest piece keeping his modesty. Not that Danny was complaining. If he had it his way, Sam wouldn’t be in anything and neither would Danny.

“Jealous, Josh? I can give you a matching one if you’d like,” Danny joked, his charming, wolfish smile breaking out across his lips.

“Like I’m gonna turn that down-”

“I think the fuck NOT!” Sam squawked, a possessive hand grabbing Daniel’s arm before tugging the drummer against his side and glaring at Josh. Danny and Josh broke out into laughter, Jake even failing to hide his snickering at his baby brother’s expense.

“You know you’re the only one I’d ever give a hickey to, baby,” Daniel reassured, placing a gentle kiss onto Sam’s temple. Just the simple brush of his lips made his heart flutter in his chest as he was filled with giddiness.

“I swear to god I will throw up on you both,” Jake threatened with an exasperated groan.

“Go ahead! I’ll just make sure to take a nap in your bed before I shower.” Sam stuck his tongue out at his brother. Or, rather the back of his head. He probably would’ve flipped him off if both of his hands weren’t preoccupied with touching Danny.

“Can I kill them?”

Josh sighed before sparing a glance between the two lovers, turning back to address his twin. “Not until the concert is over.”

“Three more songs and an encore,” Daniel supplied, his own anticipation for the end of the show bubbling over. He wanted nothing more than to scoop Sam up and shower him in as much affection as he could.

“Dear lord, I won’t be able to endure them that long.”

+++

It was time for the encore. That meant it was Sam’s cue to slip back on stage and rile the crowd up for the final act before the end. He had to pry Danny’s hands off of him in order to fulfil that duty, much to the drummer’s dismay. He watched from the wings as his boyfriend glowed under the lights, his smile outshining the LEDs as he basked in the attention. Daniel watched on, thanking his lucky stars that he was fortunate enough to call that divine creature his lover.

It had become a pattern that Danny would be the second one back out on the stage after Sam, followed by Jake and then Josh. In this leg of the tour, Danny had been doing this fun little thing where occasionally he’d surprise Sam while he sat at his piano. It hadn’t been anything damning, just a quick little interaction that had made not only the two of them smile, but the rest of the crowd as well. That show had been no different.

Well, that wasn’t true. It had been different.

When Daniel snuck up the stairs behind Sammy (far enough into his piano playing that he knew Sam would be too engrossed in his music rather than paying attention to the increased roar of the crowd at his entrance), he put a finger to his lips while facing the crowd. He’d only meant to go up there, cover Sam’s eyes with his hands, and then maybe give him a quick hug before scurrying over to his kit. But then Sam turned around and caught Danny sneaking up on him. And then he flashed Danny this dazzling smile that made his already strong affection for the man swell like a river during a downpour. And suddenly Danny wasn’t in control of his actions. Well, that’s not to say he was being forced - he just didn’t have any willpower left.

So, that’s when he surged forward and planted a passionate kiss on Sam’s lips. With thousands upon thousands of people watching. And about half of those were people recording on their phones. But none of that even crossed Danny’s mind. He was far too distracted by the way Sam’s lips moved so seamlessly against his own with practiced grace. He was too distracted by the warmth of his breath as Sam hummed into his mouth, by the way he seemed to melt into the kiss like chocolate in the summer sun. He was too distracted by that callused hand finding purchase on Danny’s cheek as he pulled Danny in closer.

If it hadn’t been for the pack of guitar picks thrown against the back of his head, Daniel isn’t sure how far he would’ve gone with Sam. He had been so absorbed into Sammy’s… everything that he’d completely forgotten about the audience. Rubbing the back of his head, Daniel turned towards his attacker to see Jake looking at him as if he’d lost his mind. And maybe he had. There was a tiny part of him that was screaming at himself. What the hell are you doing, Wagner??

And for that brief moment, like a deer in the headlights, he swung his gaze from Sam, to the shocked faces of the crowd and the twins, and back to Sam. He knew, in that moment, that he had made a huge mistake. However, it was only brief, that moment of clarity. As soon as it popped into his mind, it was gone with just another look at Sam. All he cared about was Sam. He was all Danny wanted and all he needed. So when he looked into those beautiful eyes like amber stones, how could he not wrap his arms around him and smile as Sam’s warmth seeped into his bones. He felt Sam’s hands come to hold his arm wrapped around Sam’s front, leaning into the touch and his smile mushing their cheeks together.

“Well. You guys know that, now,” Josh tiredly admitted, because there was no coming back from that. There was simply no platonic reasoning for their behavior.

It took Jake grabbing the drummer by the shoulder and yanking him back to his kit for Danny to finally finish up the show… which he spent the whole time staring at Sammy or trying to catch his attention. After they finished with Farewell For Now, everyone was happy to be finally taking their bows. That little voice in the back of Danny’s head was sure he’d get his ass handed to him by the twins and their crew for his antics. But, as he peppered kisses all over any part of Sam’s face he could reach and his ears filled with Sam’s giggles, he found that he really did not care.

“Hey, quick question,” Jake started as they walked down the halls to their dressing rooms, “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT??”

“Yeah, weren’t you guys trying to keep your relationship a secret?” Josh added, yanking his in-ears out as he kept pace with the rest of the group.

“Why would I want to keep this a secret? I want the whole world to know Sammy’s the only one for me,” Danny cooed, nuzzling his nose against Sam’s cheek. He used the arm he’d slung around Sam’s waist to pull his boyfriend in closer against him.

To his right he heard the twins groan in exasperation and make exaggerated barfing noises. It would’ve been really funny if Danny had been in any other state of mind. But that was where the questioning ended. Looking back at it, Danny chalks it up to everyone knowing that there was no reasoning with him that night. So they left him and Sam alone.

And when the two lovebirds finally got to a room with a lock, well. Daniel made good on his promise that he was all Sam’s after the show.

+++

When Danny woke up the next morning, he felt as though his skull was being split in half with a dull meat cleaver. Every time he was exposed to any sort of light, it was as if his eyeballs were about to explode and his brain was trying to burst out of his skull. It was a nightmare. Even Sam’s voice, usually a comfort in its own right, was like nails on a chalkboard.

“Good morning, baby.” Sam’s voice was chipper like a bird seeing the sun rising.

“Morning,” Danny grumbled, unraveling one of his arms around Sam to rub at his pounding forehead.

“You look like hell.”

“And you’ve always had a knack for subtlety.”

Sam huffed. “I mean, are you feeling ok? You look… hungover. We didn’t even drink last night.”

Danny kept his eyes clamped shut for any kind of relief he could get. “Except for that shot I took with that fan, Clarence.”

“Yeah, but that’s not enough to get you drunk. Even though you sure acted like it last night,” Sam teased, pressing a tender kiss to the tip of Danny’s nose.

“Was I now?” Danny teased right back, his tone taking on a flirtatious edge as he pulled Sam in closer to him. From the feeling of the sheets, Danny guessed they were curled up together on their tour bus bunk.

“Yeah, I don’t think a sober Daniel would announce to the world very publicly that we’re dating.”

Danny froze. He felt his body go rigid as a board as the realization hit him.

“I did what?” Thing is, Danny remembered. He was just hoping it had been in his dreams and not, y’know, reality.

Sam regarded him for a minute, a very adorable knit in his brow as he did. “Daniel, you made out with me on stage.”

Danny swallowed thickly, nervously. He had done that, hadn’t he? Right before the encore.

“You were all over me pretty much all night. It was like a switch flipped, or something.” Sam had a little smile pulling at his lips as he recounted the night prior. If Danny’s heart wasn’t racing already, it would’ve kick-started at the sight.

Like a switch flipped… I acted drunk last night… the only drink I had was that shot…

“Sam… What did it feel like when you were on that love potion last year?” It was ridiculous, it just couldn’t be the potion again… but…

“The love potion?” Sam tilted his head to the side, reminding Danny of Rose when she was confused, “I don’t know, just… kinda felt like the only thing I cared about was you and that I needed to show you how much I loved you through any way I could.”

And then it all clicked for Danny.

“Sam, you’re not gonna believe this…”

Before the bassist could even get a word in, a phone chimed with the Instagram notification. Reaching out blindly, Danny grabbed it and checked the notification. He was glad he did.

StarshineGreta: Hey Danny, I don’t know if you figured it out yet, but just wanted to give you a heads up that I think one of my clients I sold a love potion to was the same one who you took a shot with at last night’s show.

Right after her first text came another - the second one a link to a post by one clarencehill1111. With a heavy feeling in his stomach, Danny clicked on the post.

“What is it?” Sam asked, nervously glancing from Danny’s phone to his face. Danny, wrapping his arm tighter around his lover, decided to read the post out loud.

“Decided to shoot my shot last night with my favorite drummer boy. Guess the potion worked, but not how I hoped. Everything Danny did to Sam was under the influence of a love potion, guys, it wasn’t real!!” Danny’s mouth went dry as he kept reading, his entire body going cold as the meaning of those words sunk in. The caption was under a video of himself and that fan- Clarence taking the shot together.

“I’m gonna break his kneecaps.”

“Sam-”

“No, Daniel, he’s insane!! Not only did he slip you a real love potion in the hopes that you’d fall for him, he called our relationship fake!” Sam’s voice raised about three octaves, the volume alone making Danny’s headache intensify.

“Baby, there’s nothing we can do about what he did. All we can do is ban him from any future shows and make sure we show his face to security,” Danny reasoned. He was upset just like Sam - hell, he felt violated. But, considering the only harm done was the truth coming to light… Well, it was bound to happen eventually. Danny just hadn’t wanted it to be so soon.

Taking a deep breath, Sam cozied up against Daniel even further. “I still hate him.”

“And you have every right to,” Danny murmured against Sam’s hair, placing a kiss to the top of his boyfriend’s hair.

He went back to the unsettling post still pulled up on his phone when his eyes caught a comment from a familiar user. It seemed Greta had come to their aid, commenting about how she was the witch who sold Clarence the potion and explained how they worked. It brought a smile to his face, the whole thing giving him deja vu. But even back then, he hadn’t believed her. So, making a quick decision, Danny commented under her comment and basically said “she’s telling the truth”.

danielrwagner: Thanks for the heads up, Greta. We’ll handle it from here.

StarshineGreta: Of course. Sorry this happened to you guys

StarshineGreta: again

danielrwagner: It was bound to come out eventually

danielrwagner: But hey at least your sales are about to skyrocket

StarshineGreta: Silver lining, I guess. I’ll be more careful next time, I promise

danielrwagner: Thanks

danielrwagner: Hey, how come when Sam took your potion he blacked out right after but I didn’t?

StarshineGreta: My guess? Clarence gave you the recommended amount. You’re not supposed to pass out afterwards. Also, no offense, but you’ve got more body mass than Sam, so that probably helped, too

danielrwagner: Alright, thank you. Take care of yourself

As Daniel locked his phone, his mind now fully focused on the consequences of his actions. He’d kissed Sam in front of the world. Everyone knew about their relationship now.

“We’re gonna have a lot of questions to answer, aren’t we?” Danny rested his head against Sam’s as he snuggled deeper into his embrace.

“We don’t owe them shit.”

Danny couldn’t help the giggle that tumbled out of his lips. All of the dread that had piled up inside his chest was momentarily pushed aside in order to make room for his feelings for Sam. And, if last night was any indication, there was never really any room for anything else, anyway.

“God, I love you.”

Sam released an airy giggle of his own. “I love you, too.”

Whatever came their way, they would be able to handle it.

Well, almost everything.

“Up and at ‘em, lovebirds!! You’ve slept most of the day away!” Josh’s thunderous voice cut through the two’s comforting calm. It made Danny’s headache crash into him with force, his temples pounding with every syllable.

“What’s it to you?!” Sam called back, making his lover hiss at the proximity to Sammy’s yelling. His apology came as a kiss to his collarbones - Daniel was very inclined to accept it.

“How’s about you come out here and look, dumbass!” Jake responded, his volume on par with his twin’s. Danny loved the Kiszkas. He really did. He just… didn’t particularly… enjoy having them around when he has a headache.

Sam, grumbling mutinous words under his breath about committing fratricide, untangled himself from Danny’s arms and kicked off their covers. Danny didn’t even try to object. He knew that if they had tried to ignore the twins, they would pull Sam and Daniel out of their beds. Instead, he just gave himself a few seconds to mentally fortify for whatever those two had in store.

Stumbling towards the front of the tour bus where they heard the twins’ voices come from, Sam and Danny stretched and yawned as they tried to shake off their sleepiness. The bus was comfy, well furnished and homey. It certainly didn’t replace home, but it was far from a bad spot to have to spend a lot of hours in. The large windows allowed for a lot of natural light to stream inside, something everyone enjoyed. And taking a glance out of the one to Danny’s right only confirmed what Josh had said: they had slept in until evening.

“What.” Sam spat the word out like was able to inflict physical damage. With the way he crossed his arms over his chest, popped his hip, and frowned, it was very clear he was about to throw a hissy fit.

“Oh my god, you look like a leper,” Josh blurted out, biting his lip to hide a smile that managed to slip into his words. Strangely, his arms were held behind his back.

Everyone in the room then regarded Sammy in all his shirtless glory. His hair was messy in part due to just having woken up, but mostly because of Danny’s hands. The rest of his skin - namely his neck - were covered in dark purple blotches. The comment only served to make Sam’s frown deepen and his cheeks turn pink. Which, Danny had to admit, was endlessly cute.

“Danny, too,” Jake added, a small smile of his own pulling at his lips.

Danny, now being the subject of scrutiny, felt the need to cover himself. He copied Sam and crossed his arms over his own bare chest. Though, it really did nothing. He had a lot of similar dark bruises all over his skin.

“I can’t believe you defiled our poor, innocent, baby brother,” Josh dramatically scorned. He began mock-crying, going so far as to add in a few sniffles.

“He was so pure, until you soiled him, Daniel. You should be ashamed.” Jake, with a tone similar to Josh’s, put his hands on his hips and shook his head. He even started “tsking” them.

“Thank you for defending my honor, Pippin and Merry, but if there’s a point, get to it.” Sam had started to rub his temples with his fingers, seemingly getting a headache of his own.

Without saying a word, the twins exchanged glances with one another. Finally, Josh pulled his hands out from behind his back to reveal what he was holding: a cake. It was the size of those birthday cakes you see at the supermarket. It was decorated like one, too. The frosting was an assortment of colors, like someone melted down a rainbow and poured it on top. Except for the letters written in swirling calligraphy on top, which read-

“'Ur gay, Congrats'??” Sam read out loud.

“Now the whole world knows you guys are sexual deviants. The internet is losing their minds, just so you know.” Jake gestured with his hands as he talked, dropping the whole “clutching-my-pearls” act.

“Can’t even look at my phone without seeing that video of you two sucking face,” Josh shuddered, setting down the cake on the coffee table in front of him.

Rhythm section had turned a vibrant shade of red akin to a stop light.

“I-It wasn’t my fault,” Danny attempted, his eyes casting down to gaze at the carpet as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Love potion again. We know,” Josh finished for Danny.

“You two aren’t exactly quiet,” Jake implied, crossing his arms over his chest. The smug smirk on his lips only made Daniel’s embarrassment worse.

“Can you die of shame?” Sam groaned, his face in his hands as he flopped down onto the built-in sofa. Danny took the seat next to him, still refusing to meet anyone’s eyes.

“You weren’t exactly trying to stop Danny, Samuel,” Josh prodded, checking his nails and looking wholly unbothered. But Danny could see the amusement in his eyes.

Sam’s response came in the form of a middle finger poised in the general direction of his big brothers. The twins began howling in laughter at the other two’s expense.

“It’s too easy,” Jake cried, wiping a tear from his eye as his laughter subsided.

“We’ve already gotten, like, a billion calls from various publishing outlets. I think you two should comment sooner rather than later before this gets too out of hand,” Josh advised, taking the spot to Danny’s right. Jake squeezed in on Sam’s left, the twins effectively sandwiching the boyfriends.

“Yeah, yeah. We will. But for now, what flavor is this?” Sam pointed at the cake in front of him, his eyes lighting up at the promise of sugar. He didn’t indulge often, but Daniel knew how bad Sam’s sweet tooth could get.

“Marble, of course. Who do you think I am?” Josh made a face before throwing his hands up, seemingly offended at the possibility of him getting any other flavor.

The cake was cut up, distributing pieces out to everyone on the bus. The four bandmates all sat back down on the couch, ready to dive into their confections.

“To Jake,” Daniel toasted, raising his plate in the air.

“Why me?”

“Cause now everyone knows you’re the token straight of the band,” Sam explained, a teasing smile on his lips. Danny pointed at Sam, an approval confirming that’s what Danny meant by the toast.

“To Jake!” Josh laughed, hoisting his cake up.

“Just… happy to be included, I guess.”

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｡𖦹°‧ i see you in my dreams²,

summary. sam only ever sees you in his dreams

pairing. sam winchester x dreamwalker!reader

wordcount. 709

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Sam wakes up gasping.

For a second, he’s caught between worlds—between the motel room and the dream, between reality and you. His pulse is still hammering from the way everything went dark, from the way your voice curled around his name like a warning, like a plea.

Dean grunts from the other bed. “Dude, if you’re gonna keep waking up like that, at least warn me first.”

Sam drags a hand down his face. “Sorry,” he mutters, though his mind is already elsewhere. Already pulling him back to you.

He needs to sleep. Needs to find you again. But the harder he tries, the more the dreams evade him. For the first time in weeks, you don’t come.

The next time Sam sees you, it’s not in a dream.

It’s in real life.

And it nearly knocks the air from his lungs.

He and Dean are in some nowhere town in Wyoming, tracking a case that’s been all dead ends and half-truths. He’s thumbing through a book in the back of a dusty little shop when he feels it—this odd prickle at the base of his spine, like he’s being watched. He lifts his head and—

There you are.

You’re real.

You stand at the end of the aisle, studying him like you’re waiting for him to catch up, waiting for him to understand.

“Sam,” you say softly.

It’s your voice. The same one that’s been slipping into his dreams, curling around his thoughts. But hearing it here, in the waking world, makes something in his chest tighten.

“You.” It’s all he can manage, breathless, disbelieving.

Dean’s voice cuts in from the front of the shop. “Find anything good, Sammy?”

You flinch, like the spell’s been broken, and before Sam can take a step closer, you’re gone. He rushes after you, pushing past bookshelves, darting out the door—

Nothing.

Just an empty street.

He finds you again that night.

This time, he’s sure he’s dreaming.

You sit on the hood of the Impala, the world around you dipped in twilight. He doesn’t ask how you found the car, how you slipped into his mind again after so many nights of silence.

“I saw you,” he says instead.

You smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “I know.”

“You ran.”

“I had to.”

“Why?” His voice is raw, frustration and confusion laced together. “Who are you? What are you?”

You exhale slowly, like you’re bracing yourself. “I told you, Sam. I’m a dreamwalker.”

His brows furrow. “I’ve heard of dreamwalkers before, but you—you’re different.”

“I had to be.” Your fingers toy with the hem of your sleeve, a tell. “I was born this way. A rare kind. Not just walking through dreams, but… moving. Between them. Between realities.”

His breath catches. That weight between his ribs, the one that’s been there since the first time he saw you, sinks deeper. “Then why find me?”

Your lips part, but the words don’t come easily. You look up at him, something vulnerable flickering across your face before you bury it deep. “Because I didn’t mean to.”

Sam takes a step closer. “But you did.”

You swallow hard. “I did.”

He’s close enough now that he can see the tiny tremor in your hands. And for the first time since this whole thing started, he wonders—

“Are you scared of me?”

Your breath hitches, but you don’t step back. “No, Sam. I’m scared for you.”

His pulse stutters. “What does that mean?”

You close your eyes, exhaling through your nose. “It means… you were never supposed to see me. You were never supposed to remember.”

Silence stretches between you, thick with things unsaid.

Sam wets his lips. “And yet, here we are.”

Something like sadness flickers over your face. “Here we are.”

He doesn’t know who moves first—maybe it’s him, maybe it’s you. But suddenly, you’re so close he can see the specks of light in your irises, the way your lashes flutter when you blink. His fingers twitch at his sides, aching to touch, to know if you feel real in his hands the way you feel in his head.

And then—

Your hand lifts. Just barely. Like you’re about to touch him too.

But before you can, the dream shatters.

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rubyvhs · 14 days ago

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show me love [ part two ]

synopsis. you find out dean is dying but he’s just as much of an asshole as he was the first time you met him tags. 0.8k words, major character death, angst, hurt no comfort, fwb,, fills my ‘last words’ jacklesverse bingo square. part one

January 2006

You: I’m on my way, is Bobby there?

Sam: Nah, he’s out getting grub, how far out are you? I can come with the impala.

You: Dean?

Sam: Bingo.

You: Asshole

Sam: Asshole

See? I know you so well.

You: You’re not funny. You’re dying and you kept it from me?

Sam: To be fair it only started a month ago

You: You’ve knows for a fucking month? How did that even happen?

Sam: Demon deal.

You: Why?

Sam: Sammy was dying. I did what I had to do.

Right?

You: yeah, D. Of course you did. How does Sam feel about it?

Sam: He’s pissed and trying to find a way to fix it.

I don’t want him to fix it, the demon was clear and I don’t want him to die again.

You: We’ll figure it out.

Sam: I miss you.

You: Same.

Sam: Is that all I get? ‘Same’?

You: Yeah, cause I hate you right now. You’re the most immature person i’ve ever met and you’ve played with my feelings to fucking much that I thought I was actually going crazy.

You sleep with me then leave for weeks, no texts in between.

Even fwb don’t act like that!! That’s what the ‘friends’ part is for.

Sam: I’m sorry.

You: Whatever.

Sam: We’ll talk when you get here?

Dean: Where are you? Burgers don’t take that long to get.

You: I can’t believe you made me do this again.

Dean: Made you?

You: Not like that but you pulled me in again. And it’s all my fault because I love your eyes and if I look into them while you say anything I automatically agree and I hate you.

Dean: You say that an awful lot before we do something that’s the exact opposite.

You wanted as much as I did, sweet girl.

You: Obviously I wanted you but it’s wrong and horrible for everything other than my lust.

I came here to help you and Sam find a cure, not so we could start sleeping together again, I’m over that, Dean.

Dean: Why do we have to be? You’re my friend but we both want each other, why is that so wrong?

You: You know why.

Dean: And you know we can’t have that, we’re hunters.

You: Oh really? I forgot.

Dean: I’m serious, why can’t we just be together without that part

It’ll mess everything up

You: How the fuck would it ruin things, Dean?

You’re dying in a year and you still can’t find it in yourself to look at me like anything other than a convenient lay.

Dean: Sweetheart you know that’s not what I think of you.

You: I’ll stay at a motel until Sam needs me. I’ll try researching, stay safe.

Burger is coming to your place.

Dean: Hey, c’mon.

That’s not what I meant.

You have to know that.

You: I’ll text you guys if I find anything.

March 2006

Dean: It’s coming faster than we thought. Sam made some stupid mistake and now they’re taking off some months.

You: How long do you have?

Dean: A month.

You: Are you serious? I didn’t find anything to help, I’m sorry, Dean.

Dean: I don’t want anything, I just want you. I miss you.

You: Dean come on, we shouldn't do anything, you’re going to die, we need to find a way to stop this.

Dean: I don’t wanna stop it. I just want you.

Please, baby.

You: Location.

Dean: Can we meet?

You: Just to talk?

Dean: Sure, just to talk.

You: Location.

Sam: Dean’s phone is off but he said to ask I where you are, we wanna pass by.

You: Sure.

Sam: Have you found anything?

You: No

Sam: Okay, can you come by? Dean’s asking for you.

You: Location.

April 2006

Dean: I’m getting real sick which means it’s coming soon.

You: Where are you?

Dean: I love you.

You: What? What the fuck, Dean? What the actual hell! Where are you??

Dean: Doesn’t matter. I don’t want you to see me like that, it’ll just mess with your head. I love you and I’m sorry I didn’t say it before and I’m sorry you thought you were just convenient.

Still don’t know how you think that, we’re literally never in the same state.

But I love you.

You: I love you too, but please just tell me where you are.

Dean: I love the way you style your hair too. And your eyes, really love when you just woke up and they’re just half way open. And you looks at me in that way and I just love it.

You: Are you drunk?

Dean: No, just on the brink of death.

You: Dean please.

Dean: I’m scared.

Is that bad? I did this for Sammy and I’m trying to be strong for him but I’m scared.

You: We’ll get you out. Please please know that.

Dean: I do.

Dean: I love you. Idiot.

You: I love you more, asshole.

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holylulusworld · 1 year ago

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Love by heart

Summary: Can you and Dean work things out? What about Sam?

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, a/b/o, arguing, insured Sam

Catch up here: Omega by nature

“Sammy?” you whisper as the tall hunter is still out cold. The shifter got him good. “I’m so sorry I didn’t realize it wasn’t Dean. It’s just, that we got so comfortable at the bunker that I never thought an enemy would be able to enter it.”

“Y/N,” Dean sighs deeply. He gently places his hand on your shoulder, making you flinch. “Sorry, I didn’t want to scare you. I know it’s a little too much to bear. I cleaned the bunker and got rid of the shifter.”

“It’s all my fault.” You hide your face in the palms of your hands. “I should’ve known better. I’m a hunter, an experienced one. How could the monster trick me into believing it was you? You want to mate me. Hilarious!”

You start to laugh uncontrollably. “Y/N,” his features soften, and he softly whispers your name. “It’s not your fault but mine. Shapeshifters are sneaky bastards. They tricked me and Sammy years ago too.”

“Maybe I wanted to believe him, Dean. If I can’t have the real Dean, I want to have the second-best thing. An exact clone,” you sniffle. “At least this one didn’t hunt me with a hammer.” You chuckle this time. “Demon Dean on the loose was something else.”

“We’ve been through a lot together,” he runs his hand over your back. “You’re the strongest woman I ever met. No one can compare to you. Not my mother, not one of my friends, or any lover I had.”

“You only try to make me feel better,” you wipe your wet eyes. “It’s fine. Really. Please stop pitying me. I know that a woman like Cassie is more your taste. Finding the right mate is hard and maybe, I only wanted you because you were always around.”

“Sammy was always around too,” Dean argues. “Stop pretending that you didn’t hide your presentation from me to keep me from claiming you.”

“I did not! I hid my presentation since I presented,” you snap at Dean. “This had nothing to do with you, but my father and brother. I was born and raised in a clan of hunters. They had no use for an omega. A beta was fine. But an omega got abandoned and left behind.”

“Y/N, sweetheart,” he regrets his harsh words when you choke out a sob. “All these years I made you believe that I don’t want you because I was scared of hurting. Loving a Winchester is a death sentence. Look at my mother, Jess, Lisa, and Sarah. They got killed or hurt because of us. I didn’t want the same to happen to you.”

“Liar!”

“I’m not lying! I tried to protect you.” Dean yells back. “Stop accusing me of being a liar. I’m anything but a liar!”

“You only rejected me because of my presentation. If not you would’ve crawled between my legs years ago! I simply didn’t do it for you!” You jump up from your seat to glare at Dean. “Admit it! Say it out loud. You’re nothing but a knothead.”

“Watch your tongue, Y/N!” Dean breathes in your face. “You should remember your place in the food chain.” He backpaddles when you backhand him.

“I dare you to say shit like that to me ever again DEAN WINCHESTER!” You growl in his direction. “No man talks like that to me and walks away with intact balls!”

“You want to hurt my balls?” His hands shoot toward his crotch to protect whatever he’s hiding in his pants. “Sweetheart that’s not nice of you to say.”

“Oh, when it comes to your balls you want me to be nice?” You snarl at the alpha. “You started this by changing the way you see me only because I’m an omega.”

“I did not! I-“ He huffs. “It’s just…you are an omega, and we could’ve been together all this time. I went through the worst ruts because you were around, but I couldn’t touch you. I was so scared of hurting you with my knot!”

“Liar, liar your pants are on fire,” you sing-song, and stick your tongue out. “Whatever kept you from being with me wasn’t fear. It was your knot!”

“Exactly!” He says. His eyes widen and he shakes his head. “That’s not what I meant.” Dean curses loudly and grips the backrest of the chair you were sitting on earlier. “Fuck. You make me lose my damn mind one day, omega.”

You shudder as Dean addresses you with your presentation for the first time. “You are one to talk!”

“Do you know why the shapeshifter came here?”

“I guess he wanted to kill Sam and me. We are most wanted, on top of the list of every monster,” you shrug.

“No,” Dean shakes his head. “He only came here to get you. That monster couldn’t fight his instinct because he stole my identity. He remembered every single thought I had of you. And he felt what I felt. Need. Want. Lust. Possessiveness. Lust…”

“You said lust twice,” you grumble and cross your arms over your chest. “This doesn’t count!”

“Well, lust is important,” he smirks. “He wanted you because I want you. Luckily I came here just in time before that sonofabitch got the chance to touch you.”

“I could’ve defended myself.”

“I never once doubted that you’d defended yourself just fine.” He growls. “Can you stop arguing about everything I say? I tried to tell you that I love being there for you and to protect you. I still have nightmares of my time as a demon.”

“The hammer?” You challenge. “At least the demon had a thing for me too. Even if bringing a hammer for a date is a bit too much.”

“You hit me pretty hard with that baseball bat if I recall right,” Dean snaps back. “It felt like you tried to kill me!”

“I had to defend myself against a knight of hell!” You and Dean snarl and growl at each other.

“Guys, I appreciate you are trying to talk things out, but can you do this outside of my room,” Sam says. “I got attacked by a shifter and still got a terrible headache.”

“Sammy!” Dean and you gasp. “Sorry, Sam. We were about to…” you trial off. “Uh-you know. Dean and I will talk things out later.”

“Good.” Sam slowly sits up. “I only had to get myself almost killed to make you talk.” The hunter looks at you and his brother. “Please for the love of fuck. Go out there and do something against this tension going on between the two of you…”

Part 4

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A kiss from my enemy II Erin Cuthbert x Reader

masterlist I word count: 2811

A/N: Would you like us to write more about Chelsea's Fab 4?

A day before the CL game Chelsea against Real Madrid Erin Cuthbert found herself among her friends, drinking coffee in Sam Kerr and Kristie Mewis new home. It was a quite cozy afternoon despite the Blues knowing there was a big match ahead of them at Stamford Bridge.

Expectantly the American midfielder sipped from her cup of coffee before looking at the Scottish woman: So, it’s true what they say, Erin? That you forget she’s your girlfriend when you two play against each other?”

“Doesn’t everyone do that?”, Erin laughed it off. Next to her sat Guro Reiten who nodded grinning: “Yeah Magda definitely said that too.” “That’s not true for Sam and me.”, Kristie announced.

Amused Millie Bright replied:” Of course not.” “I still see her as my fiancée.”, the Westham player added beaming proudly. Smiling Erin realized: “And I’ll see her as my girlfriend before and after the game. Shit, I think she heard that we are talking about her, she’s trying to face time me right now.”

“Take the call!”, Sam advised the younger woman. Enthusiastic Millie agreed:” Yeah, let’s all say hi.” “Oh yes, hello chica!”, Guro greeted her first.

Blushing you put a loose string of your hair behind your hair:” Hola! Erin, you didn’t text me you were still with your friends otherwise I’d have tried to call you later.” “Sorry, drinking coffee with them always takes a bit longer.”, your girlfriend apologized with a sheepishly smile.

Quickly you reassured her:” That’s okay.” You paused for a moment before you turned your attention to her recently injured teammate:” How are you, Sammy?”

“I’m good. I got my girls.”, Sam waved it off, placing a hand on her fiancée’s thigh. The latter one asked curiously:” Tell me where did you get that lipstick? It’s so pretty!” “Kristie.”, Erin rolled her eyes, visibly annoyed. Innocently Kristie told her:”What?”

“I’ll send you a screenshot with it, Kristie. But back to you captain Cuthbert.”, you cleared your throat and turned the attention to your girlfriend. She furrowed her eyebrows in response:” Captain Cuthbert?” “I read you’ll captain Chelsea tomorrow.”, you snorted.

A teasing smile played on the Scottish international lips: “Oh, you read that?” “This is going to be spice, the girlfriend’s being the captain of each of their respectable teams, I can’t wait for it.”, Sam exclaimed.

Immediately Erin tried to cool off the striker’s excitement for the roles you were about to play tomorrow: “It’s not that big of a deal, Sam.” “Honestly.”, you underlined her message with your word. Not convinced by your reaction Sam said:” Uh huh sure.”

“The press and the fans will make a big deal out of it.“, Kristie agreed with her fiancée. Sam shrugged; “It is a big thing.“ “We’ll see but I can’t wait to see you all tomorrow.“, you subtly tried to change the topic. “Oh, we can wait.“, Sam grinned back at you. Erin shook her head; “No, I can’t. Because some of us don’t have their girlfriends living in the same city.“

She gave Sam and Kristie a jokingly accusing look. “You’re the only one she’ll get to see tomorrow anyway. And Guro. The rest of us is injured.“, Sam commented, pointing down to her knee brace. Millies who was also out with an injury announced; “But we’ll be there at the Bridge and say hi.“ “Maybe.“, the Australian added with a smirk.

Millie rolled her eyes at her teammate; “Ignore Sammy.“ “Okay, enjoy your coffee, guys. See you tomorrow.“, you waved into the camera. “See you.“, Erin answered before ending the call. Excitedly, Kristie looked at Erin; “I’ll be there tomorrow for the gay drama.“

“If West Ham doesn’t train at the same time.“, Sam reminded her. “Right.“ “But we’ll be there.“, Millie interjected. “Anyone any more coffee?“, the injured striker asked. Erin shared a smile with her friends and answered; “Absolutely.“

Champions League nights always felt even more special than normal league games. The stadium was starting to fill while both teams finished their warm-up routines. Guro was the first Chelsea player to pull you into a quick hug; “Hi.“ “Hi. Ready for the game?“, the Norwegian asked. You nodded; “Yes, I’m ready. What about you?“

She rubbed her hands with excitement; “Ready to smash Madrid.“ Unimpressed, you replied; “Oh, we will give you a good fight.“ “Like you guys did against Barcelona?“, Erins teasing voice appeared out of nowhere, immediately wiping the smile off your face. You could hear the annoyance in your own voice as you answered; “Oh shut up. You’d lose against Barcelona too.“

“But at least we managed to draw against them. Something your team hasn’t managed.“, Erin countered. “But Chelsea lost the CL final in 2021. Barca won 4:0.“, you reminded her cooly.

Your girlfriend tilted her head; “And how far did Madrid make it?“ You knew she was trying to play some mind games and that you shouldn’t react to it but you couldn’t stop yourself from snapping; “What’s your fucking problem, Cuthbert?“

She reacted with a casual shrug; “I’m just saying it as it is. You’re already out of the CL. Again.“ “Whatever you’re trying to do, this won’t work.“, you warned her before your team mate caught your attention; “Hayley?“ “Yes, we need to get in line. The game is about to start.“, Hayley Raso reminded you while adjusting the bow in her hair.

Turning into your captain mode you put your armband on:“I’m coming.” While the CL hymn was playing the Australian forward noticed:” Did you lost your hairband?” Quickly Hayley gave you the extra hairband she had around her wrist. You mouthed a sincere thank you.

This didn’t got unnoticed by Erin who softly elbowed her Norwegian friend:” Have you seen that, Guro?” “What?”, Guro asked confused, she clearly missed the moment her teammate was referring to. Biting her lip the Scottish midfielder answered:” Doesn’t matter, let’s win this game.” “Alright.”, Guro sighed before they went to their starting positions.

The first half begun, and you were eager to prove that you’d give the team of your girlfriend a good fight. Your confidence grew as you fairly tackled Erin to get the ball. Enraged the Scottish player stood up, cursing quietly so only you could hear her words tripping with fury:” What the fuck was that?” “Next time you got to be faster.”, you replied with a smug smile on your face.

Under her breath she told you:” Learn to play football next time. That was a foul.” “It wasn’t.”, you shook your head. Immediately Erin disagreed: “Of course it was.” The tension between you was almost touchable. Later your girlfriend knocked you off your feet. “Hey!”, you protested loudly.

Quickly Athenea del Castillo was at your side, shouting:” That was a foul.” “If that earlier wasn’t a foul, this isn’t either.”, the Scottish midfielder snapped. Slowly you got up, promising her:” You’ll get that back.” And you held your promise only a couple of minutes later you assisted Athenea in scoring the equalizer for Madrid.

But you couldn’t enjoy the celebration with your team as Erin whispered into your ear:” You think you’re so good, huh? You’re still losing.” She was right only a minute after Madrid scored, they did again but this time it was only an own goal, resulting in a 2:1 for the Blues.

“Yes!”, Niamh Charles cheered. Triumphantly Erin turned her head to you:” Told you, you’d lose.” “Get over yourself, Cuthbert.”, you rolled your eyes at her. Her following comment made your heart race even faster: “Don’t be such a sore loser.” “We still have twenty plus minutes left.”, you reminded her. Confidently she remarked:” That’s not enough time for you.”

Her words proofed to be right. From a reasonable point of view, you knew that a win wouldn’t have changed the fact that you couldn’t qualify for the next round, the loss still stung. Numbly you could hear Guro happily scream:” We’re qualified, girls!” “Don’t you want to go over to your girlfriend?”, cautiously Hayley padded your shoulder. Stubbornly you mumbled: “No.”

Confused the Australian player furrowed her eyebrows:” Why not?” “I’m too mad at her right now.”, you replied honestly. The eyes of your teammate turned soft:” We were out anyway.” “I know.”, you sighed deeply.

Smiling Hayley tried to cheer you up:” And we did give them a tough time.” “That’s true. Sorry, I’m not being a good captain, I should comfort you and not the other way around.”, you apologized. Warmly the forward reminded you:” Sometimes even the captain needs to be comforted.”

At the same time Erin said to her teammates:” I’m back in a second.” “Don’t go away for too long!”, Niamh shouted after her grinning. The Chelsea captain of the night shook her head:” I won’t.” “Good!”, Ashley exclaimed cheerfully.

Laughing the Scottish midfielder told them:” You can start celebrating without me.” With these words she turned to you, her kiss caught you off card, as you mumbled:” Good game, Erin.” “Sorry for what I said during the game. You know I don’t mean it.”, your girlfriend whispered into your embrace, her cheeks flushed.

Startled you looked at her:” You don’t?” “Of course I don’t.”, she answered. Confidently you glanced at her:” But I was right, we didn’t make it easy for you.” “Yeah, you were.”, the Chelsea player admitted.

A cheeky smile appeared on your lips:” If you kiss me again, I might forgive you.” “Okay, but then I got to leave.”, Erin nodded giving you a more passionate kiss than before. “Alright.”

For a second she rested her forehead against yours: ”Come over to our dressing room when you took care of your teammates.” “I’ll be there.”, you promised her before you went to look after your teammates being back into your captain mode.

“Linda, how are you feeling?”, you asked her compassionate. The Columbian forward responded with a weak smile:” I’m okay.” “Good.”, relief ran through your veins because of the answer of the younger footballer.

Comforting hands padded your shoulder who belonged to Ivana: “Not an easy game.” “Right.”, you had to admit. Reassuringly the older woman continued:” But we’ll continue to grow.” “We’ll.”, you agreed. The defender offered:”You can go over if you want to.” “You girls will be, okay?”, you wanted to know from her. With a motherly smile Ivana waved you off:”Promise.”

You met your girlfriend in her locker room, freshly showered, her blonde hair still wet. “Hi Erin.”, you greeted her. Blushing the Scottish player put a hair string behind her ear:“Hi.” “Was that me?”, guiltily you pointed to a black eye on her body. She gave you a challenging look:” Told you, it was unfair play.” “You weren’t playing nice either!”, you reminded her. Pouting Erin observed:” You don’t look as bad.”

“Well, I got thicker skin.“, you shrugged with a smirk. Your girlfriend quickly bridged the gap between you two and pulled you towards her. Her fingertips on your skin made you giggle; “Hey, no tickles!“

“You’re lucky it’s only tickles.“, Erin countered. Guro interrupted the two of you by throwing her shirt at you; “Behave, we have children in this room!“ You were suddenly painfully aware of the stares of Erins teammates.

Erin grimaced at Guro; “Do you mean Hannah?“ The young goalkeeper looked up in surprise; “Rude!“ “Sorry.“, Erin grinned back, obviously not even a little bit sorry. “I’m not a child!“, Hannah protested. Your girlfriend casually shrugged and pointed into the direction of her other teammates: “Maybe Guro meant Sjoeke or Aggie.“

These two protested loudly while Hannah raised her eyebrow at Erin; “I hope so!“ Ignoring the rest of her team, Erin turned back towards you; “Want to leave?“ “Please.“, you smiled back.

She quickly grabbed her bag and took your hand; “Let’s go.“ “Bye chicas!“, Guro yelled after you. Millie appeared in the door, Sam on crutches next to her; “You’re leaving already?“ “Not without a hug from you of course!“, you said and let yourself fall into the arms of the tall defender.

“Sorry, took a while to get Sam down the stairs.“, Millie apologized. The Australian striker rolled her eyes. You quickly hugged her too, careful with her knee and crutches; “And hello, Sam.“

“You two were not subtle at all after the game ended.“, she commented smugly. Erin and you shared a knowing smile while she explained; “I had to make up for something.“ “Yeah, for the things you said to each other during the match.“, Millie grinned. “Oh shut up, Millie.“

But the defenders smile only got wider; “Never.“ “How would you even know that?“, Erin asked, a slight hint of exasperation in her voice. Millie touched her fingertips to her mouth; “Lip reading.“

Your girlfriend rolled her eyes in response; “Oh, sure.“ “Now go, you two don’t have much time.“, Millie ordered, making space so you two could pass her and Sam. “You kept us here.“, Erin protested.

She took your hand in hers again; “Let’s leave.“ “Coming.“ As you moved past your friend group, your girlfriend yelled “Bye, girls!“ over her shoulder. “Bye, have fun.“, Sam replied with a smirk while Kristie appeared behind her, wrapping her arms around the strikers waist as they watched you leave; “And off they go.“

“About time. After game sex is the hottest.“, the striker laughed, turning to kiss her girlfriend. Kristie nodded; “Agreed. They wouldn’t let each other get away with anything.“ “That’s too much information!“, Millie complained, pretending that she needs to throw up.

“Sorry, not sorry.“, Kristie shrugged. “I hate that you moved here.“, the defender laughed. With big innocent eyes, Kristie suggested; “Maybe she’ll move to London to next season.“ Seeing the feigned disgust on Millies face, she added; “A girl can dream.“ “Of bringing all your girlfriends here?“

“Yes.”, the American midfielder beamed. The England defender wiggled with her eyebrows: “I see.” “She’s unstoppable.”, Sam winked at her fiancée. Big eyed Millie looked at her close friend: “Will I have to leave?”

“No, you’re the honorary straight best friend in our squad. Let’s get Same home for no.”, Kristie told her in a friendly tone. Happy with that answer the English player clapped into her hands:” Alright. Come on, Sammy.” “On my way!”, the Australian forward announced while one of her best friends and her fiancée helped her to come home safely.

Meanwhile you had stepped out of Erins shower, wearing some comfy clothes, begging your girlfriend:” Erin, repeat that.” “What?”, she echoed. Serious you added:” What you just said.”

“Pretty sure you heard me the first time. ”, the Scottish woman answered. You bit your lip in response: “Still.” “Well, we can just ignore it if it upsets you so much.”, the midfielder shrugged her shoulders.

Swiftly you shook your head:” No, please, say it again.” “I want you to move in with me.”, Erin repeated. Carefully you said:” English clubs are interested in me you know that, right?” “I do.”, your girlfriend affirmed.

Slowly you revealed what you were holding black from her for quite a while now, waiting for the perfect moment to say it:” I might have an agreement with a club in the summer.” “You do?”, the Scottish player looked surprised up. “Yes.” “So that’s a, yes?”, a hopeful shimmer appeared on her face.

Teasingly you played with her hair: “It’s a yes. I’d love to move in with you. But I won’t join your club.” “That’s okay. I love playing against you.”, Erin grinned at you. A warm laugh escaped your lips:” I knew you’d say that.” “It’s true.”, she confessed.

The smile on your face grew bigger:” Sorry but I like red more than blue.” “Arsenal!”, playfully shocked your girlfriend hit your upper arm. “Yes, bebé.” Dramatically the midfielder groaned:” Oh that’s just horrible.” “So, you take the moving offer back?”, you threw your eyebrows up.

Much softer she told you:“No, I can live with it if I get to see you more often.” “You definitely would.”, you reassured her. Beaming Erin replied: “Then you should take that offer.” “I’ll.”

“Can’t wait to win the London derby against you.”, the excitement was written all over her face. Confidently you countered:” Oh no Arsenal win their fair amounts of derbys do I have to remind you they just won the latest?”

“Doesn’t count. You weren’t on the team yet.“, Erin protested. You shrugged nonchalantly; “Just saying.“ “Next time we’ll win again.“, your girlfriend said, half challenge and half promise.

Smirking, you added; “Or you’ll lose.“ Stubbornly, Erin shook her head; “There’s no way.“ “But for now…“, you changed the topic, pulling your girlfriend close to you. “For now?“, she repeated so that you would continue.

“Enough talking.“ “What should we do then?“, she asked, all pretended innocence. You winked at her while you let your hands glide under her shirt; “Something equally as fun.“

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veins of the forgotten (dean winchester x reader)

The Impala rolls smoothly along the dirt road, the engine rumbling softly as it pulls onto the highway. You kept a calm, almost serene look on your face, in sharp contrast to Dean, who had a worried, nearly frantic expression. This wasn’t just another hunt—it was something that would define your relationship from here on out.

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The music played low in the background, the soft hum of the engine accompanying it until the first stop came—just like the others, but this one felt different. And, honestly, it was more stops than Dean was used to. "Damn, girl. What’s up with you? You got a sieve or somethin'?" he teased, slamming the door shut with a little more force than the poor Impala deserved.

"Excuse me?" You raised an eyebrow, letting out a short, disbelieving laugh as you crossed your arms. You turned to head into the gas station, scanning the place for the bathroom. "Sorry if I don’t want to end up with a UTI, Dean. That kinda thing happens when you hold it too long."

"Jesus Christ," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. "Looks like you’re seriously worried about that. This is the 7th stop since Bobby’s place," he whined, pointing a finger at the bathroom as if it were the enemy.

"6th," you corrected, rolling your eyes. "And it’s not worry, it’s a real possibility. You wouldn’t understand, but I’m trying to be practical here." You took a deep breath, striding purposefully toward your destination, hips swaying slightly as you walked.

The attendant, a grinning guy in his mid-thirties, chuckled as he caught sight of you slamming the bathroom door shut. "After the wedding, they all go nuts," he joked with a laugh.

"Tell me about it," Dean muttered, rolling his eyes as he dug through his jacket pocket for his wallet. He was trying to keep it together, but it was clear—he needed coffee. Bad.

The road trip had a way of exposing the cracks in their dynamic—how your strength unsettled Dean's need for control. He was used to being the dominant one, the leader, the one who called the shots without question. But you, with your sharp mind and unwavering confidence, weren’t one to simply follow. You spoke your mind, made your own decisions, and handled things with a calm authority that didn’t ask for permission.

At first, he admired it—he always liked a woman who could stand her ground—but as the hours stretched on, it started to chip away at his usual bravado. Every time he tried to take charge, you pushed back—stronger, fiercer—and he was left to navigate the frustration of not having everything go his way. The tension simmered, a constant tug-of-war between his need to be in control and your refusal to be anything but yourself.

You came back just a few minutes later, adjusting your jacket as you scanned the store for Dean. When you spotted him at the convenience section, your posture relaxed. You walked up to him, tossing a quick glance around before falling back into place.

"Feel better, sweet thing?" Dean shot you a smirk, handing you a cup of coffee, the steam rising from it. "Let’s not make 15 stops in an hour, okay? I’m about to lose it."

"God, Dean," you muttered, taking a sip of the hot drink. "What’s your problem?"

"What’s my problem? Nah, sweetheart, what’s your deal?" He shot back with a little grin, shrugging his shoulders dramatically. "I didn’t wanna play Mission Impossible here. You’re the one who said you could do in a day what Sammy and I can barely do in three. So if you wanna get to that damn city, stop making pit stops every five minutes."

You snorted, running your fingers through your hair, walking beside him. "Mission Impossible, huh?" you laughed. "You think I’m some kinda action hero? It’s not my fault you guys move like molasses in January."

"Well, if you don’t wanna take forever getting there, quit acting like you’ve gotta pee every two seconds," he retorted, pushing open the car door for you before slamming it shut with a little more force than necessary once you slid in.

You sighed, leaning your elbow on the window as the car rumbled to life again. The tension between you two was palpable, the sweet mood you shared now feeling like it had been stripped away by the endless road ahead. What started as a romantic trip felt more like a test of patience, each mile stretching out longer than the last.

After hours of driving, you finally arrived at a small, isolated hotel near the city. The place was tucked away, a perfect strategic stop close to where the creature was rumored to be hiding.

"Good evening, two rooms, please," Dean grumbled at the clerk, clearly exhausted from the drive.

"Full," the young woman shot back without even looking up from her phone, her fingers dancing across the screen as she painted her nails.

Dean’s eyebrows shot up, a frustrated growl escaping him. "Look, sweetheart, I don’t think you understand the situation…" You interrupted, stepping forward and nudging him aside with your hip.

"We’re on our honeymoon, sugar," you purred with a smile that could melt steel, leaning in just enough for her to catch a whiff of your perfume. "We need a room. You know how these guys are—so eager to get to the room, if you catch my drift." You shot a look at Dean, giving him a sugary sweet smile, which he returned with just as much fake sweetness.

"Yeah, this woman here is all fire and spice." Dean chuckled, stepping closer, sliding an arm around your waist and pulling you in tight, his grin widening as he smacked your ass. You shot him a look that could kill, but he was too busy playing the part of the lovey-dovey husband. "I’m just crazy about her."

The attendant let out a small laugh, clearly charmed, and slid a key across the counter, decorated with a little cartoon heart drawn on it. "Here, enjoy yourselves. Happy honeymoon."

"Thanks, sweetheart." Dean grinned, winking at her as he took the key and led you toward the hallway. “Good acting, almost made me believe you fell for me.”

“I fell.” You cut, pushing him away from you as you unlocked the door. “But you ruined it all.”

The room was in a separate wing, the door heavy as you pushed it open. It led to a small, cozy space with a table in the corner, a comfy couch, a simple bathroom, and, of course, a massive bed that could fit four people comfortably.

Dean shut the door behind you with a soft click, his gaze flicking over the room as he walked toward the table, starting to unpack his gear. You tossed your bag onto the couch and began rummaging through it, pulling out your own supplies.

"I’m gonna take a shower," you said, turning toward the bathroom. Your voice was quieter now, tired of the tension that had been hanging between you two all night.

Dean didn’t respond, his focus entirely on the weapons laid out before him on the bed. He was checking, re-checking, making sure everything was ready for the hunt. At least, that’s what he wanted to appear to be doing. He was avoiding you, pretending to be busy, and it only stoked the fire of frustration building in your chest.

"I'll be quick," you added, hoping for something, anything—a sign that maybe he’d acknowledge you.

"Whatever," Dean muttered, his voice sharp, but still distant. His fingers moved over the gun in his hand, tightening, loosening, as if the metal was more important than your words.

You crossed your arms over your chest, exasperation bubbling up. "Couldn’t you just stop being like that?" you demanded, throwing your hands up in the air in frustration.

Dean scoffed, not bothering to look up. "Oh, I’m sorry. Was I supposed to drop everything and cater to your every whim?" His words came out tight, coated with a bitterness you hadn’t expected. His annoyance was turning into something sharper now—something you didn’t quite understand.

"Tell me why the hell you’re so mad at me. We were fine before this hunt," you said, your voice softer now, but no less desperate. You took a step closer to him, your pulse quickening, but there was still a cold distance in his posture. His shoulders were tense, and he still hadn’t made eye contact. "You look like a completely different person."

Dean finally looked up, his eyes flashing with irritation. "I don’t know," he snapped, voice low and biting. "Maybe because you’re annoying, cocky, and with that damn overconfident nature of yours. Did you learn that in college, or did it just come with you?" His jaw was tight, his words sharp like daggers, meant to cut.

Your heart twisted at the sting of his words, but you weren’t about to back down. "At least I got a major," you shot back, crossing the space between you, your voice rising. "You didn’t even finish high school."

Dean’s hands clenched into fists, and he groaned, dragging his hands down his face as if trying to stop the anger from boiling over. He exhaled a harsh breath, trying—and failing—to keep it under control.

"Your little winged friend told you that?" he sneered, his tone laced with mockery. "You the new goddamn favorite now? Sharing secrets with your angel boyfriend?" His words stung, the insult landing exactly where it hurt, even if he didn’t know the full truth behind your connection with Castiel.

You let out a short, incredulous laugh, shaking your head as you massaged your temples. "Seriously?" you muttered, your voice quiet but heavy with exhaustion. "Go ahead, Dean. Just wreck everything. Why not?"

Dean smirked, leaning back slightly, his posture still defensive, as if every word was a calculated move. "You’re so good, aren’t you?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Better than anyone, unstoppable. Maybe you wanna replace Sam too?" His words were like a slap, and you could feel the heat rise in your chest.

“Unbelievable,” you muttered, stepping away from him. Your feet moved with purpose toward the bathroom, your mind a whirlwind of frustration and hurt. You didn’t want to do this. You didn’t want to fight anymore, but it felt like there was no other way to get through to him.

"Whatever," you tossed over your shoulder, your tone biting but resigned. "Don’t spy. I know who you are." You glanced back at him one last time, the flicker of something unreadable in your eyes.

Dean didn’t reply, just turned his back to you. His shoulders stiffened as he refocused on the plans in front of him, like you were already forgotten.

You flicked your middle finger up in his direction, a last defiant gesture before you shut the bathroom door behind you. The lock clicked softly, and you leaned against the cool surface of the door, trying to calm the storm inside you. The hot water ran down your back, but it didn’t have the power to wash away the way you felt—frustrated, hurt, and utterly lost. You wanted so badly to let go of this, to let the heat of the water cleanse you, but it wasn’t enough. You wished you could scrub the feelings you had for him away, but they were stubborn, impossible to wash off with soap.

Dean was always so damn impossible to read, and maybe that was the worst part. Because no matter how hard you tried to get close, to figure him out, he always built walls around himself. And you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep trying to break them down.

Dean sat on the bed, waiting for you to finish up in the shower. He hated how the whole situation became in just one day. He hated even more that the feeling didn't stop even between the fight as hating you was the only way to get you out of his head.

After what felt like an eternity in the tub, you finally stepped out. And then it hit you. Shit. You’d forgotten the towel.

You stood there, dripping wet and indecisive, staring at the bathroom door. Three options. One: walk out naked and risk Dean mocking you while you grabbed your clothes. Two: ask him to get the towel for you. Or three—maybe he wasn’t even in the room, and you could sneak around unnoticed. Yeah, that’s a good one.

You hesitated for a second, then called out, “Dean?”

You shut your eyes immediately, bracing yourself for his inevitable teasing. But instead, you heard him shift on the other side of the door. He raised an eyebrow at your voice, clearly unsure of why you were talking to him. Slowly, he got up and walked toward the door. He didn’t open it, though—just stood in front of it, blocking the way.

"What?" he asked, his tone somewhere between confusion and annoyance.

Your cheeks flared hot with embarrassment as you cracked the door just enough to poke your head out. “Uhm…”

Dean’s gaze immediately locked onto you, and for a second, his expression faltered. His eyes widened at the sight of your wet hair, water still dripping down your face and neck. His heart did an uninvited flip in his chest. “What do you want?” he asked, trying—and failing—to keep his voice steady, hoping you wouldn’t catch the slight stutter. He clenched his jaw, fighting to keep his usual cocky, indifferent attitude. But damn, you looked… breathtaking. The smell of shampoo clung to your skin, mixing with the dampness of your hair, and he had to force himself to look away.

"I… I forgot my towel," you mumbled, your eyes darting anywhere but at him. The sight of him, standing there so close, was doing strange things to your stomach.

Dean froze for a moment, momentarily caught off guard by the vulnerability in your voice. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. Then, with a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes, he leaned against the doorframe, putting on his best cocky face. "Well, just come out and grab it," he said, trying to act like it was no big deal, but the way his heart rate quickened betrayed him.

"Shut up," you hissed, but even you could hear the edge of uncertainty in your voice. It wasn’t the best moment to demand anything from him. “Please?”

Dean rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t hide the way his chest tightened at the pleading tone in your voice. For a second, he debated, but then he shrugged, giving in without thinking twice. He walked into the room, maybe—just maybe—sharing a room wasn’t so bad after all. As he reached the towel, he grabbed it quickly, his fingers brushing against the fabric as he held it out to you.

"See? You didn’t die," you said with a sharp breath of relief, mocking him as you snatched the towel from his hand.

Dean clenched his jaw, forcing himself to look anywhere but at you. But even so, his gaze kept flickering to the way the towel barely covered your wet skin. His heart skipped another beat, and he cursed under his breath, trying to regain control of his emotions. "Yeah, whatever. Just don’t use all the hot water, princess," he muttered, quickly walking back to the bed, doing his best not to focus on how beautiful you were standing there, wrapped only in a towel.

You pressed your lips together, quickly wrapping the towel around yourself before stepping out of the bathroom. As you reached for your pajamas, you caught the intensity of Dean’s stare from the corner of your eye.

“What?” you asked, your voice sharp with annoyance.

Dean’s gaze snapped away like you’d caught him doing something wrong. His heart was still racing as he tried to act casual. "Nothing. Just… get ready for bed. I’m tired and I wanna sleep." The words came out a little too quickly, a little too harsh. And you noticed the strain in his voice—the tightness he couldn’t hide.

You raised an eyebrow at him, a little defiant. "Go to the bathroom." Your voice was firm as you crossed your arms. "I’ll get changed."

Dean scoffed, a teasing grin creeping onto his face. "Oh, the best hunter in town is shy about me? This is cute," he said, his eyes flicking to you with a mix of challenge and amusement.

The smirk on his lips irritated you, but it also cut through your nerves, making everything feel just a bit lighter. You folded your arms tightly, trying not to feel self-conscious. "Okay," you said, matching his playful tone but with a little more bite. "Then turn around. I don’t want your dirty eyes on me."

Dean’s shoulders sagged, the smirk faltering as he let out a frustrated breath. He hadn’t realized how much tension he’d been holding in his body, but when he heard the firmness in your voice, it was like a switch flipped. He took a step back, turning his back to you and muttered, "Yeah, that’s what I thought of our best hunter—so confident." He tried to keep the frustration from seeping into his words, but the truth was, part of him was just… relieved.

As he stood there, facing the wall, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something between you two had shifted. Maybe it was the argument earlier, or maybe it was the way you’d stood there, wet and vulnerable, asking for help. But whatever it was, it lingered in the air between you, thick and impossible to ignore.

He couldn't keep it. His eyes moved by themselves, roaming all over your barely covered figure. He was starting to notice small things about you. Your hair, or the way your body looked, the small dots and cutie marks. You were beautiful, more than that. Gorgeous. Like a dream he didn't want to wake up. When you dressed the pants, he looked away.

“I'm ready.” You announced, turning to him.

“Thank you for the show.” Dean got up, walking over to the bathroom as you blushed hard and ran to slap him. He went inside, locking the door, his head racing. He couldn't stop thinking about you, and it was driving him crazy. He closed his eyes, trying to relax and collect himself. This wasn't normal, he never felt this way about a woman before. He turned on the shower, hoping the hot water would help calm his racing heart.

After what felt like an eternity, Dean walked out. His eyes immediately fell on you, taking in the sight of you in your PJs he bought you at the convenience. "I'm done.”

"Good" You shrug, but your eyes insist on roam over him. Towel wrapped on his waist. It should be illegal to be handsome like this.

Dean noticed the way your eyes roamed over him, the same fire coming back again. "Yeah, good." He walks over to his side of the bed and sits down, getting changed.

You take a deep breath before coming back to make the guns ready. Dean's eyes fell on your it, taking in the sight. “I put herb prototypes, I'm trying to make them fit on here, like the salt ones." You explain noticing his interest.

"Herb prototypes? So, that's why you asked.” He managed, finding them fascinating, just as fascinating as you had become, holding it and making a whole new thing. “How does it work?”

"I guess it's effective against magic". You simply smiled as he leaned forward, curious to learn more. “It is supposed to explode when I shoot, it creates a mass amount of herbal smoke. Most creatures have a system similar to insects, hating CO2 and burned smells. We use burned salvia and things like this. Guess we’re the only species to like smoke.”

Dean was now even more impressed. Your weapons were intricate and well-thought. "How did you even come up with that?"

"Years of research, trapped in a basement. You become creative." You joked, the hint of sadness of the past still present under the playful tone.

"Impressive." Dean raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on his lips. He was beginning to enjoy your little back and forth. "Yeah, it is. I hate that you’re way smarter than me.”

You froze, not expecting his praise. You were used to taunting, insults and an unsafe home environment. "Uh, yeah thanks. You're.. not that bad either."

You were back at the table, your fingers brushing over the guns, making the final adjustments to the prototypes. The quiet click of the tools, the hum of the room—it felt like the calm before a storm. You couldn’t focus, though. The words you needed to say were swirling in your mind, building up and pushing you to speak.

"Can I ask you something?" You muttered, voice quieter than usual.

Dean’s eyes flicked from the guns to you, brow furrowing in concern. "Yeah, sure. What is it?" His voice was low, as if trying to gauge the mood in the room, sensing something off in the air.

You hesitated for a moment, your hands stilling on the metal parts in front of you. "Why'd we turn like this?" you asked softly, but there was a weight to the question that made Dean’s heart ache, even before he could understand it fully. "We were just so... connected some hours ago. Like lovers, you know?"

The words hit him like a punch, and Dean’s heart seemed to stop for a beat. The room suddenly felt too small, too suffocating. He couldn’t look at you, couldn’t meet your gaze. His eyes dropped to the floor, his chest tightening as he swallowed hard. "I... I don’t know," he muttered, his voice distant. "Things change."

It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t the truth, and you knew it. He could barely look at you, and you could feel the divide between you growing, each word pushing you further apart. You tried to keep the ache from showing on your face, but it was there—raw, real. "I miss that," you admitted, your voice cracking just slightly as the words left you.

Dean’s throat tightened at the sound of your vulnerability. He wanted to reach out, wanted to tell you everything, but the weight of his own unspoken thoughts kept him locked in place. He missed it too. More than he could say. He wanted to go back to the way things were, back when everything felt right, when he could pretend for a second that maybe, just maybe, there was something more between you.

But all he could do was stand there, helpless, as you started to pull away.

"Nevermind. It’s just a stupid dream," you muttered, standing up abruptly, the words bitter on your tongue. The room felt colder, as if everything in the world had shifted just slightly out of place. "Soon, you're gonna be good ol' Dean again, the charming guy in the streets, getting every woman you want. And I'll just be a bad memory."

Dean’s chest tightened painfully, a lump forming in his throat at the way you spoke about yourself. His hands clenched at his sides, desperate to say something—anything—that would stop you from thinking like that. "Shut up," he commanded, his voice barely above a whisper. The words were sharp, but they were also a plea. He didn’t want to hear you talk about yourself like that.

"What we had was too good to be true," you whispered, voice breaking. Your eyes were filled with the quiet sorrow of someone who had hoped for something that might never come. And when the tears started to fall, Dean’s heart shattered into pieces. He could feel each one of them, the delicate weight of your pain crushing him.

He kept his eyes on you, watching the way the tears slid down your face, and in that moment, all he could do was stare, his body frozen. His voice came out softer than ever, low and almost fragile. "What makes you think that?" he asked, almost in disbelief.

You shook your head slightly, laughing between the tears, trying to mask the hurt. "I’ve liked you since we first kissed," you admitted, the words tumbling out, raw and vulnerable. "Something good happened for once, and I thought it could be great. That my life could be... I don’t know. That we should date or whatever." The last part was weak, a breath of hope slipping away. Your hands were trembling, fingers digging into your arm as you tried to hold yourself together, as if you were afraid you might fall apart completely.

Dean’s chest tightened, his breath catching in his throat as he looked at you. His eyes lingered on your form, on the way you fought to hold back the tears, and how the tension in your posture told him just how much this hurt. He opened his mouth to speak, to say something that would make everything better, but the words wouldn’t come. His throat was dry, tight, and for once, he felt completely lost.

Before he could form a response, the thin, eerie screech of something in the distance made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

"Shit." You interrupted him, wiping your eyes quickly, your expression shifting from vulnerability to focus. "It’s the witch."

Dean’s heart skipped a beat at the sudden change. His mind raced, snapping back into hunter mode, but he couldn’t completely shake the emotions from his chest. "How do you know it’s her?" he asked, his voice strained with urgency, but there was still a crack in it.

You were already moving, running toward your guns, your hands instinctively going to work. "I can feel it," you murmured, your voice distant, as if you were already locked into the feeling of the curse. A shiver ran down your spine, the air around you turning cold as a heavy, poisonous sensation crept through your veins. Her magic mixed with the murdered child’s sorrowful energy, creating a taste in your mouth like something rotten. You could feel it deep in your gut. She was dangerous.

Dean’s eyes widened, the sharpness of the situation cutting through the heavy emotions between you two. His mind snapped into action, but for a split second, he couldn’t help but feel the weight of everything that had just been said—the closeness, the distance, the truth neither of you could admit. The witch would have to wait. But damn, the timing was never good, was it?

Dean nodded, his hunter instincts kicking in. He could sense it too, the tension in the air, feel the presence of magic. He instinctively grabbed his gun, walking to the door, waiting for you to get your coat. ."How do we stop her?"

"I'll figure out. let's go."You murmured, the invisible net of magic pulling you, indicating her direction as she was calling you. As she wanted to be seen by you.

Dean followed you into the forest, feeling uneasy as the trees grew denser around them. The dark, foreboding forest matched the sinking feeling in your stomachs. He kept his eyes sharp, though it was difficult to see through the darkness, and he kept his hand on his gun, ready to fight if needed. The silence was almost eerie, as if the forest itself held its breath, waiting for something terrible to happen.

The silence was broken by the flapping of wings, and a tense feeling settled in the air like a thick fog. Crows and owls flew around you both.

"You gotta be kidding me." Dean muttered, a chill running through him as the birds flew towards you both, trying to hurt you. He jumped into action, his heart racing as he tried to protect you. He swung his gun at the birds, trying to fend them back as he stood between you and the birds, protecting you.

"What the hell are these things?!" He spat, trying to hold back the swarming birds.

“You heard my calling…” a velvet-like voice carried a danger spot behind you both, making the birds fly away to the sky as your vision focused on a mid-age beautiful woman. “Now we can begin.”

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winchesterwild78 · 9 months ago

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Hunters and Secrets pt 2

Master List

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader (dating), Sam Winchester x Reader (friends), Eileen

Warnings: angst, fluff, SMUT

A/N: Had to get out of my head today, so I wrote the 2nd part. The 3rd part is coming soon too. Things are just so crazy right now in my head, I needed to write. I truly appreciate all of your love and support with my writing.

This is a short series I’m working on. Does not follow the Supernatural storyline. Inner dialogue in italics. This is a work of fiction, not a reflection of real life. No disrespect to anyone.

This is my own work, please do not take it or copy it without my permission. I wrote it fast and edited it fast. Please overlook any errors.

Minors DNI 18+

Weeks had passed since the vampire hunt with the boys. The three of you were taking a much needed break in the bunker. You and Dean had noticed Sam was leaving the bunker more and would come back at odd hours of the night.

“I think he’s seeing someone, Dean. I bet it’s Eileen.” You snickered while laying in his arms. “Well, good for him. She’s nice and can keep Sam in line. He deserves what we have.” He pulled you close. “I agree, but please don’t play big brother and interrogate him.” “What?! Me, never.” Dean chuckled.

It was about 2 am when you crawled out of bed and went to get some water. You heard the bunker door open as softly as it could and soft footsteps come down the staircase. You stepped into the war room and waited.

“Samuel Winchester, you’re home after curfew.” You laughed as you turned on the light. Sam jumped, “Ha ha, very funny. You scared the shit out of me, Y/N.” You laughed, “Sorry Sammy, but what’s got you sneaking in here at 2 in the morning?” You inquired. “I’m not sneaking.” He responded defensively.

You smiled at him “Sam, whoever she is, I’m happy for you, we’re happy for you. You of all people deserve to be happy.” You hugged him. “Yeah, thanks Y/N. I appreciate it. We’ve been seeing each other for over a year now. Honestly, I’m in love with her.”

“Wow, Sam, that’s great. How does she feel about you?” You felt a pang of sadness and jealousy in your heart. Sam could say “I love you”, why couldn’t Dean? “Well, she loves me too. We both said it tonight. It took us completely by surprise. We had just…um..well, you know.” You nodded in understanding. “She was laying in my arms and I said it, then she said it. It was perfect.”

“Oh, Sam. I’m happy for you. Now, who is it?!” You asked enthusiastically. “Um, well it’s Eileen.” “Ha! I knew it. I told Dean it was.” “What!? How did you know?” “Sam, we’ve practically grown up together, I know when you’ve got feelings for someone. It’s okay, your secret is safe with me.” You smiled, hugged him and walked back to your shared room with Dean after saying good night.

When you walked back into the room and saw your boyfriend sleeping peacefully on the bed. A pang of sadness filled you when you thought about Sam and Eileen confessing their love for each other. You knew Dean loved you, you just wished once you could hear him say it.

Crawling back in the bed, you laid on your side with your back to him. Silent tears fell from your eyes and started to soak your pillow. Dammit, get yourself together, Y/N! He loves you, deeply and truly. You don’t need him to say it. He shows you he does every day. Of course, hearing it would just mean so much to you. Even if he said it once. To hear him utter those three words.

You continued crying softly while arguing with yourself about the need to hear him say “I love you”. Eventually you stopped and fell back asleep.

Dean woke up earlier than you. He looked over at you sleeping beside him. Your face was etched with pain. A sliver of light danced across your face and he saw dried tears on your cheeks. His heart filled with sorrow. Why didn’t I hear her crying, and why was she crying? God I hate seeing her like this.

Dean slowly pulled himself out of bed, trying not to disturb you. You shifted in your sleep, gave a soft, sad, moan and rolled over. Dean stood there staring at you for a few minutes, then left the room.

His bare feet padded down the hallway, towards the kitchen. Sam was sitting at the table drinking coffee. “Hey ya, Sammy. What time did you get in last night?” Sam looked up from his coffee and said “About 2, did Y/N not tell you?” “She’s still sleeping, did she get up when you got home?” “Yeah, she scared the shit out of me when I came in. I wasn’t expecting her to be standing there.” Dean chuckled, “Yeah, no, she must have been planning to tell me she saw you when she got up. Hey, Sam, did she say anything to you? Like anything that’s bothering her? I noticed this morning she’d been crying.” Dean asked with concern in his voice.

Sam stood there thinking about your conversation, reality hitting him like a ton of bricks. “No, we chatted for a second and then she went to bed. She didn’t say anything or give me any indication something was wrong.” Sam knew. Of course he knew what was wrong. He told you that he and Eileen said “I love you” and he knew his brother had never said it to you. You acted like it didn’t bother you, but he knew deep down it hurt you. Everyone knew Dean was in love with you, but everyone knew it was hard for him to say it. Even to Sam, he couldn’t say it.

Dean ran his hands through his hair and sighed. “Okay, thanks man. So, what brought you home so late?” Dean wiggled his eyebrows. Sam looked at his brother and laughed. “Dean, you’re such a child. I was out with a friend.” “Does this friend have a name?”

Sam rolled his eyes, “Yes, she does. It’s Eileen. Are you happy, Dean?” Dean slapped Sammy on the back in a congratulatory way. “I am Sammy. You deserve to be happy, we both do.” “Yes, Dean, we all deserve to be happy.” Dean looked at Sam a little confused when he emphasized “all”.

“What do you mean by that, Sam?” “Dean, we both know you love Y/N. What I don’t understand is why can’t you tell her?” “What are you talking about, I tell her that all the time.” “No you don’t Dean, you’ve never said those words to her, hell to anyone.” “Why do I have to say it? Aren’t you the one who always says “actions speak louder than words”?” “Yes, but sometimes it means something to actually say the words too.”

Dean got more irritated standing there. “I don’t have to defend my relationship with her to you or anyone. She knows I love her!” Sam threw his hands up in defeat, “okay, Dean. I won’t say another word.” Dean growled and walked out of the kitchen towards your room.

You were just waking up as he walked in. “Good morning, beautiful. How’d you sleep?” He kissed your forehead. “Okay I guess. I woke up and saw Sam come in about 2. I didn’t want to wake you.” You stretched. Dean sat down beside you on the bed with concern in his eyes. “Hey, you okay, sweetheart? It looks like you’ve been crying.” He took your hand. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just stupid hormones or some crap. I got in my own head last night. I’m sorry I worried you. I’m okay, I promise.” You leaned forward and kissed his lips.

“Hey”, he tilted your face up to look at him. “You know how I feel about you, right?” “Yes, Dean. I know you love me. Why? Where is this coming from?” “Nothing, don’t worry about it. Just Sammy and I got into a little disagreement. It’s fine.” “Dean, you can talk to me. You know you can tell me anything, right?” He nodded and stood up.

You stood up and hugged him tightly. You weren’t sure what they argued about, but part of you figured it had something to do with how he felt about you. “I’m going to jump in the shower, I’ll be in the kitchen soon.” You kissed his lips and grabbed some clothes.

Dean got ready and walked back into the kitchen. He started cooking breakfast and Sam came back in. “Look Dean, I’m sorry. I was out of line. Your relationship with Y/N is none of my business. I know you two care deeply about each other. I’m happy you have each other.” Dean looked at Sam, “I appreciate it Sam. I get it, I have a hard time expressing myself, but I really do care deeply about her. Hell, I want to marry her one day and have some kids.” Sam turned and looked at his brother in surprise. “Damn Dean. That’s huge man. I’m happy for you, truly.”

Dean nodded and thanked his brother. You came bounding into the kitchen and smiled at Dean and Sam. “Good morning, Sammy.” You winked. Dean chuckled, “I know about Eileen, Y/N. He spilled all his secrets this morning.” You laughed and looked at Sam “You told him everything?” Sam shot you a look and you kept quiet.

“So what smells so good in here?” You walked over to the stove where Dean was cooking. “Bacon, of course.” You laughed. You grabbed some coffee and sat down at the table waiting for Dean to finish cooking. The three of you talked about looking to see if there were any jobs popping up, and you mentioned to Sam he should ask Eileen to come along. Dean laughed as Sam’s face turned red.

When breakfast was done you started cleaning up the kitchen while the boys went to look for a job. You were just about finished washing dishes when Dean’s strong arms wrapped around your waist. He pulled you into him and started kissing your neck. “Dean, I need to finish cleaning.” You giggled. “It can wait. I want you.” He growled slowly in your ear. A chill went down your spine.

Dean spun you around to face him and his lips captured yours in a heated kiss. You were pushed between him and the sink, with nowhere to go. Not that you’d want to leave his embrace.

You moaned as he kissed down your neck and sucked on your pulse point. He took you by the hand and led you to your bedroom. As he pulled you in the room, he pushed you against the door closing it. Your hands went above your head and he held them there. Dean’s green eyes turned dark with lust. You bit your lip. It turned you on seeing him want you so much.

“Dean, I need you.” Dean let your hands down and pulled you to the bed. He laid you down carefully and hovered over you. His strong, calloused hands ran under your shirt, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Your breath hitched as his hands cupped your breasts and he tugged at your bra.

“Lean up baby, I want to take this off of you.” You leaned up and Dean took off your shirt and unhooked your bra. “Damn you’re so beautiful, and all mine.” He pulled his shirt off, exposing his perfectly toned chest. Your hands traced his body and his lips landed on your nipple while his hand cupped your other breast.

You sucked in air and moaned loudly. You could feel your arousal pool between your thighs and his erection pushing on you. Dean kissed his way down your body and stopped at the waistband of your pants. “Please, Dean, I need you baby.” You lifted your hips helping him remove your pants and panties.

You laid on the bed fully exposed. Dean stood and bit his lip. “Damn I can’t believe you’re mine.” You blushed, “all yours baby, now come on.” “Yes ma’am.” Dean smiled and removed his pants, his hardened length springing free. You laid back on the pillows and leaned up on your elbows watching as Dean stalked up the bed towards you.

He climbed between your legs, using his to move them apart. He looked down and saw your core, soaking wet and ready for him. “You’re soaked, sweetheart.” “Mmhmm” you replied as his fingers brushed over your entrance.

He slowly stuck his thick finger in and you moaned. Moving your hips into his hand as his thumb reached up and rubbed circles on your engorged clit. “Oh, Dean. Right there baby. Don’t stop.” You bucked into him as he added another finger. “Oh fuck, you’re so tight, sweetheart, and soaking wet.” Dean smirked as he felt your body responding to his touch.

He moved his fingers and thumb as you moved your body into his hand. He could feel you tightening around him, “mmmm, you’re close.” Your head fell back “Dean…I’m…gonna…cum.” Your breath hitched. He moved faster, helping you chase your release. “Yeah, cum for me princess.” With that you came undone.

Dean moved his fingers and thumb as you writhed under him. Your body became sensitive to his touch and he kept going. “Oh, FUCK, DEAN!” You came again. Dean smirked. “Good girl, I knew you could cum again.”

As Dean slowed and pulled his fingers out you moaned at the loss of fullness. Dean pumped his hard cock a few times before he lined himself up. He lined up at your entrance and slowly pushed in. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him towards you.

He thrusted in and bottomed out. You both let out a loud moan. “Oh damn, you’re so tight, Y/N.” Your hands went to his broad shoulders and he set a steady pace. He would pull out almost all the way and slam back into you. Each thrust had you gasping for air and grabbing his shoulders.

“Oh, Dean. You feel incredible.” You moaned. Dean leaned down, kissing your lips, so do you baby. You were made for me.” Dean picked up the pace and you could tell he was chasing his release. He worked you faster and he felt his release coming. “I’m close, sweetheart.” “I want you to cum, Dean, please baby cum.” Dean thrusted a few more times and with a grunt he came, coating your walls with his seed.

When Dean was done, he slowly pulled out and went to clean himself off. Once in the bathroom he realized he didn’t use protection. Oh, Fuck! Why didn’t I grab a condom? Shit! Dammit. He returned to the bedroom with a washcloth and started to clean you up. You were still overly sensitive and moaned at his touch. “Sorry sweetheart, just trying to clean you up. Um, I came inside you.”

Your head shot up and your eyes were wide. “What?! Dean, we’ve always been so careful. Shit!” Dean hung his head, “I know. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” You took a deep breath and gently touched his face, “Hey, it’s okay. It’s not just your responsibility. We will figure it out together.” You smiled and kissed his lips.

Dean laid beside you and pulled you close to him. You grabbed the sheet and covered the two of you and laid your head on his chest. You were listening to his heartbeat and watching his chest rise and fall with each breath. His heartbeat started to get faster as the two of you laid holding each other.

“Dean, are you okay?” “Yeah, I’m good.” He ran his fingers lightly over your arm and pulled you even closer. Your eyes were getting heavy. “Hey, sweetheart?” “Hmm, yeah, Dean?” “Will you marry me?” You sat up with a gasp. “What?!” Dean leaned up and smiled “Will you marry me?” “Really?” “Yes, really.” He leaned over and pulled a small velvet box from the side table. Opening it, you saw a small diamond ring. You looked at it and then at Dean. Tears filled your eyes. “Yes, yes, Dean. I’ll marry you!” You squealed with delight. Dean chuckled and placed the ring on your finger. “Oh my god, I love you so much, Dean!” “Me too, sweetheart.”

At that moment you didn’t care he couldn’t say the three little words. He showed you he loved you in so many other ways. Tonight, you were on cloud nine. You were going to be Mrs. Dean Winchester.

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