#Sammy just got chosen

[pasta-n00dles]

Werewolf Sammy :0

[sleepyangelkami]

COSTUME s.winchester

𝜗𝜚 WORD COUNT - 3.4K

SAM WINCHESTER X FEM!READER

𝜗𝜚 A/N - this is my first ever time writing about sucking dick, please be nice to me, i'll cry.

𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - you had to dress up as an FBI agent with the winchester brothers. you felt stupid in a costume but luckily for you, sam really liked seeing you in a skirt.

𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - smut, dom!sam, sub!reader, oral(s!rec), no p!v sex, size kink, praise kink, fingering, slight manipulation, reader lowk flexible, cum eating, messy sex, squirting, (1) use of y/n, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

"come on, y/n, we gotta go!" you heard dean's not so gentle knock against the bathroom door as you slipped on your last mary jane shoe.

you weren't usually chosen for tasks like this.

usually, it was the winchester boys that did all this kind of thing, you know, fraud? you were usually just the researcher, sitting in the motel room as back up, with a laptop perched on your lap or sitting in baby, the key inside and waiting to be their getaway car.

you weren't really hands on when it came to being a hunter.

you never really had to go out into the real world for much. but this particular demon was snatching girls, twenty something year old girls about your age and appearance. the brothers thought it would be best if another girl accompanied them when investigating the missing girls' roomates and not two six-foot men dressed in suits.

dean's head turned as the creaky bathroom door opened. "I feel stupid."

his eyebrows raised to the tips of his forehead, a look of shock passing over him as he cleared his throat with a breathy laugh. "wait 'til sammy sees you." you just gave him a confused look before grabbing the pretty pink purse that sat on the bed. "aah-ah." you look up at dean confused. "kind of ruins the whole FBI vibe, don't you think?"

you eyed the purse in your hands.

it was a little bag, hardly able to hold anything other than your phone and your lipgloss, not that you ever had to worry about holding your wallet when you had the boys around but nonetheless, a card was wedged in there too.

it was pink with darker pink flowers on it and a ribbon attached to the strap. sam had gotten it for you after a case that you worked particularly hard on.

but dean was right, it didn't fit the whole 'FBI vibe' so you sighed and placed it back on the bed, passing the man an unhappy glance.

sam was outside, sitting in the passenger seat of the infamous impala named 'baby' by dean. he'd packed and started the car, waiting for the two of you when you caught his eye.

or should he say, your outfit.

you often wore pretty little sundresses or blouses and skirts paired together with a pretty cardigan drawn over you. but this? This seemed awfully different to your usual attire.

the white blouse was a little too low for comfort and he could tell by the way you were pulling it up over your cleavage that you agreed. your black pencil skirt was high, too high with a pair of long black stockings that stopped just above your knees paired with the infamous mary janes that you wore with almost everything.

sam was staring.

"what are you wearing?" was the first thing he asked when you and dean got into the car. "what is she wearing?" he turned back to dean.

you owned the stockings and the mary janes before hand but the rest of the outfit? it'd been dean's job to pick it out (which was no wonder you looked like... that.) "dude, she has to play the part."

"yeah of an FBI agent not some sexy stripper cop." sam spoke, exasperated.

"thank you!" you beamed from the back seat before your eyes furrowed. perhaps your boyfriend hadn't been complimenting you at all.

sam passed you a glance through the mirror but was more focused on blaming his brother. how could he let you go out looking like that for everyone to see? how could he make sam watch you while his pants tightened and his bulge was on show?

you thought the interviews went smoothly. you sat down with most of the women. the college women who's roomates had gone missing. dean was too busy fraternizing with the college girls to care about the case anymore and sam... well sam had seemed a little distracted from the beginning.

he couldn't rip his eyes away from you. you sat so perfectly, pieces of hair falling into your face as you nodded and sympathised with the women, asking them questions and jotting down notes onto a little notepad you had found in the backseat of baby.

sam was staring at you, at the way he could see the outline of your boobs down your shirt or the way your plush thighs protruded from the fabric of your stockings.

he was in awe.

it was hard to focus on anything other than you, which is why he had to excuse himself to talk to the headmaster instead of being stuck in a room with you, too close.

he was your boyfriend, it wasn't as if you hadn't done things with him before. on the contrary, you did... many things with sam before. but this was borderline unprofessional, the way he let his thoughts run.

he could imagine sliding his hands beneath your skirt or listening to your little gasps when he touched your skin, barely grazing it. you were so easily led like that, so audible and obedient. he could imagine unbuttoning your shirt slowly, with you sat on his lap while whines fell from your lips, whimpers following shortly after.

he needed to stop thinking.

or better yet, he needed to fuck you until the thoughts stopped.

dean decided he was going to check out the last spot that the college girl had been taken, assuring you both that he wouldn't be back before dinner. but the wink he shot his younger brother told him that he was merely giving you both alone time because he was no stranger to the look in sam's eyes.

and this was when sam got selfish.

honestly, the motel wasn't that far from the college so you and sam opted to walk back. the air turned brisk and for a split second, sam was about to offer you his jacket, the way he always would.

he thought it was rather adorable, watching the way you nuzzled into the jacket that was far too big for your frame. he was six foot five after all, you drowned in anything he let you wear.

but he found himself feeling selfish. he selfishly liked the way your perky breasts looked in that pretty blouse and the way your plush thighs could be seen peeking out from between the skirt and the stockings. he couldn't stop looking, couldn't tear his eyes away and stop his imagination from roaming.

so he let you walk back to the hotel, keeping a slight distance behind you so he could watch your body as he pleased, the only sound between you two being the click-clop of your mary jane heels as you walked home.

when you finally got inside, you felt yourself sigh in thought.

sam had been acting awfully quiet since you'd left and you'd begun to worry that you'd done something to upset him.

perhaps the outfit was too revealing, perhaps he wasn't okay with it.

you turned, an apology already on the tip of your lips. "sam―"

before you could utter the words, sam had grabbed you. his lips pushed into your own, a kiss filled with no passion or love, you could taste nothing aside from thick hunger, half a growl from inside his throat.

you whimpered into the kiss, taken by surprise. you felt him grab at you, one hand slid up your back, the other grabbing the back of your head and a fistful of hair along with it. again, a noise escaped you while sam was mindlessly kicking off his shoes, guiding you towards the bed.

to say you were surprised was saying the least, you hadn't expected this.

when he sat you gently against the bed, he finally broke the kiss. you looked up at him with glassy eyes and swollen lips while he tugged his suit jacket off, not bothering to take off his tie completely but only loosen it so it didn't hang so close to his neck. perhaps now he could finally breathe.

your eyes followed him curiously as he bent down, eyes never leaving yours while you stayed sitting on the mattress. you felt his hands pawing at your legs, slipping your mary janes from your feet. his hands gently rubbed at your sock-covered feet, a little reminder of his gentleness, despite the roughness he was suddenly using on you.

his fingers trailed upwards, following the little sewing thread between the fabric of your stockings. when his hands reached the top, he snapped the fabric back, leaving it snap against your thighs. "you're keeping these on." he uttered, he didn't sound like he normally did. he sounded as if he were pent up, desperate for relief. and he was.

you just couldn't seem to understand why.

"sam, why are you―"

you were cut off. "you're jus' so pretty all dressed up, honey." sam was towering over you as he stood, his large hand falling on your face, practically taking up a whole cheek as he cupped it. "'n i was hard all day thinkin' about this. you do wanna make me feel good, don't you, sweetheart?"

he watched as your eyes seemingly got rounder. "i wanna make you feel good, sammy." you caught your bottom lip between your top teeth and he could tell you were being honest, so honest.

willing to do anything to make him feel good, his sweet sweet girl. he would have cooed at you had he not been busy using his thumb to pull your bottom lip from beneath your top teeth. "don't do that, baby." he watched as you nodded silently. "good girl, i'll give you something to wrap those pretty lips around, don't worry."

he could see your face slowly building a flush, that kind of blush that had him reeling. he liked when he got you like this, all flustered and squirming. which you were, squirming in your seat with your thighs pushing together.

sam was well aware that if he were to reach up your skirt now, he would find a little wet circle sitting on your satin panties.

but instead, he used his hands to pull his own trousers from him. they were sitting tightly on his hips and when he finally pulled them down, you could see his bulge sticking out from his black boxers.

you gulped, hands playing together in your lap. you wanted to look back up at sam but you couldn't seem to tear your eyes away from him, too engrossed by his dick to think of anything else.

"'s how i felt all day, sweetheart." his voice was a whisper now. "you were teasin' me 'n i couldn't do anything about it. do you know how mean that is?"

your eyes snapped up to his, filling with this red glassiness. "w-what?" you didn't want to be mean to sam. he was so good to you, always making you feel good, you wanted nothing more than to be good to him. "'m sorry sammy, 'm really sorry."

"awh, i know, baby." his thumb swiped against your cheek, playing around with your face as if you were dough, thumb dragging across your bottom lip. "you just wanna be my good girl, yeah?"

you nodded quickly. "mmhm, wanna be your good girl, sammy, 'm sorry. 'm really sorry."

"i don't know, you were very bad today." his constant teasing as only making your panties wetter, that tone he was using on you, the one that he knew got you all flustered. "if i give you a second chance, are you gonna be good?"

"uh-huh, 'be so good, sammy, i promise. please, ill be good." you were begging now, eyes as big as saucers and lips wet.

he didn't bother pretending to think about it, he just leaned down, so far that his face was in line with yours, lips against your ear as he softly whispered the words, "then get onto your knee's 'n show me."

when sam winchester told you to do something, you did it, no questions asked.

you'd touched him like this many times before, you on your hands and knees on the mattress while he stood on the ground. he thought it was the most comfortable spot for the both of you, seeing as he was so big.

you did as you were told, moving so you were on your hands and knees against the mattress. your hands moved up to his waist, eyes snapping to his. he watched you intently as you brought your lips to his clothed cock, pressing a pretty kiss against it before using your fingers to pull down his underwear.

you did it without fail every single time.

every time he had you on your knees with his cock in your mouth, you started off with that pretty kiss to his boxers. there was something sickly sweet about it that had his eyes already rolling backwards. it was almost an innocent and naive act of love towards him, laced with lust.

you were on just your knees now, pushing his boxers down with no help from him. his dick sprung free and you could see an idle line of precum dripping down his shaft. instinctively, your hand moved up, thumb swiping the precum and smoothing it over the head of his dick. the act alone caused a grunt to leave his lips.

as pretty as you looked, all curious and ready to take your time, sam simply wasn't having it tonight.

he was too pent up from your silly outfit and his own mindless thoughts that he couldn't help it.

his hand fell to the side of your head, cupping it as he guided it forward. you knew what he was asking and you wasted no time in sticking out your tongue and licking a kitten lick up his shaft.

"fuck," fell from his lips. "good girl." mumbling as your tongue swirled over his head and your mouth wrapped around his dick. sam was a huge man and his dick was no exception to that. he was huge, too big to fit in your mouth but you pushed him in anyway, only covering a little more than half.

sam knew he was big too, he couldn't help the quirk of his lips as he looked down at you, struggling to fit his size into your mouth. his hand slowly guided your head further onto his cock, letting your lips wrap around him completely, your saliva coating him. it wasn't until you gagged that he knew this was as far as you could go.

so he pushed you a little further, anyway.

you brought your head back out then in again, bobbing it as you tongue swirled against him. you were no stranger to sucking sam off but every time you did it, you found yourself getting nervous. you wanted to be good for him and you were doing your upmost best.

his pretty thing.

"fuck, baby, you're doin' so good f'me." and sam knew exactly what effect his words would have on you. "mmph, look so pretty with your lips around my dick, sweetheart."

you couldn't help but moan on his dick.

and his lips quirked into that sickly sweet smile.

he knew how easily you got wet, how all it took was just a few words and you were a moaning, whining mess. sam thought you deserved a little more for all you were giving him than just a little praise.

and like said before, sam was huge so he reached over, his torso towering a little above your head and his arm reached out, soothing down your lower back.

this wasn't the first time sam had pulled something like this. you knew what to do, stomach sinking onto the bed as you rolled your ass into nothingness, wanting to create some kind of friction while your mouth continued to slowly melt around him, licking and sucking, eyes closed as one hand pumped the part of his dick that your mouth couldn't reach.

you felt his fingers tracing the outline of your satin underwear, pulling up your skirt so he could gain access.

you made a noise of complaint, knowing that if he touched you, you wouldn't be able to focus properly on touching him. sam only used his free hand to push your head onto his dick and make you gag again.

he liked watching you fall apart, especially with his dick stuffed in your mouth.

he loved watching the way your body had to bend for him to be able to stick his fingers into your gaping whole, watching as you desperately rolled your hips, wanting him him him. you wanted to feel him. taste him. smell him. he was all consuming, you wanted him to take over your every sense.

and he always did, without complaint.

you were wet, undeniably so, he could feel it through the satin material that he pulled back, getting access to your aching pussy. "there you go, sweetheart, tha's it." while easing two fingers into your hole.

you felt like a slut.

he had you completely and utterly full.

"'s that nice, baby? y'feel so warm." both with your mouth against his dick and your soaking wet hole. "you're so pretty for me, you know that, angel?"

he knew you couldn't respond, only whining and whimpering against his throbbing cock. "you're my good girl, aren't you?" he felt you whine, vibrations spreading through him and he also felt your pussy squeeze against his fingers. he grinned at that. "you like that, honey? like thinkin' about how you're my good girl, yeah? all mine, baby, you're all mine."

and you really were. before sam, you wouldn't look at a boy sideways let alone be like this.

you groaned into him, ass rolling against his fingers while your own free hand moved down. you continued sucking his dick while using your nimble fingers to play with your clit.

and that was enough for sam to let out a moan. "oh, baby, you look so pretty playing with yourself while―shit―sucking my cock."

your eyes rolled back, feeling of pleasure coating you while your soft lips bobbed up and down, fingers tracing him and yourself.

"'m gonna cum, sweetheart." a warning, though he knew you wouldn't move anyway. "you gonna be a good girl 'n cum on my fingers while you suck my cock, huh, baby?"

he felt you absentmindedly nod, too fucked out to think straight while feeling a familiar knot deep in your stomach.

your whines got louder and he felt himself nearing the edge. the sight of you, blissed out while sucking his cock, his fingers stuffed into your hole making you feel all full... he couldn't help but let go.

at the same time, he felt your gummy walls clenching around his fingers, wet juices sliding down his hand while spurts of squirt left your pussy every time his fingers pumped in and out of you, riding out your high.

"good girl, good girl. that's it, baby. oh fuck. yeah, my good girl. there you go." he was in awe, watching you squirt around his fingers, the wet feeling as it spurted out from your pussy, decorating the bedsheets in your juices while your pretty socks got ruined in the mess.

when he finally finished, he pulled his fingers out of you, letting you lean back as you parted your lips to show him his cum all over your tongue, spread messily in your mouth.

his hand was on your face, eyes strained on your mouth as he watched you close your lips and swallow like the good girl you were, swiping his thumb against your bottom lip.

he pushed his two fingers into your mouth, letting you taste yourself. while your eyes rolled back, all fucked out and dumb.

"think we have some time before dean gets back, yeah?" eyes already scanning your body and letting his imagination get the better of him.

he just watched your blissed out face nod, cheeks flushed. "mmhm hmph."

he wasn't done with you just yet.

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[swissboyhisch]

It's About Time

Pairing: Nico Hischier x Hughes!Reader

Summary: Your first annual Devils Gala helps reveal hidden feelings for your brother's best friend and yourself.

Word Count: 1397

Warnings: Alcohol mentions, kissing,

A/N: This is for @snugglyducklingbrewhouse's Birthday Bingo!! Happy birthday to one of my favourite girlies from the discord. Sorry it's a little late. I hope you enjoyed your birthday month <3

My choice of five bingo boxes were (second column from the left):

Friends to lovers

Works with/for the team

Team event

Brother’s best friend

Comfort

I really hope you enjoy this! I'm really happy how this turned out :)

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Tonight was the annual New Jersey Devils Gala, and you were lucky enough not to have to work the event. As the photographer for the team, you would usually be asked to work nights such as these. But thankfully, your boss decided you could have the night off as it was your first gala since joining the organisation. Enjoy the gala with the team, staff and other rich people involved. 

Both of your younger brothers were ecstatic that you got to accompany them to the gala. Luke especially was, as it was his first time going to the annual event, and he wasn’t exactly a people person. Having two of his older siblings with him definitely will help. And Jack, well, he always loves having his older sister around.

The pair had taken you shopping for a dress and ensured you didn’t pay a cent for the dress or any of the accessories you had chosen. Jack even got his girlfriend, Sam, to book you and herself for a spa day. Which would consist of a massage, nails, hair, and make-up together to have a girls' day and prepare for the event. 

The two of you spent the day getting ready for the gala. It was the first time you had also spent the full day with Sam without Jack there. Sure, you had gone shopping together a couple times for a couple of things but never fora whole day. You two were excited to have some time to yourself. 

“We are looking hot,” You grin as you put in your earrings.  

“That we do,” Sam grinned, coming up beside you and side hugging you. 

The boys were waiting for you two in the living room of your and Luke’s apartment. Jack cheered as Sam stepped out and then louder when you stepped out. It was rare for him or anyone from your family to see you dressed up. Especially in dresses.

As a Devils' photographer, you often wore jeans and some variation of Devils merchandise. Your hair was usually in a bun or hair claw. Nothing crazy, just comfortable clothes as you ran around the arena, snapping up as many pictures as you could. 

“You look stunning, sis,” Jack smiles, complimenting you as Luke twirled you to show off your dress.

Luke laughed as you giggled and spun around. He loved watching you be the happy go-lucky girl he remembered from when you were kids. During your teenage years, you were quieter, much like your twin. It was nice to see you coming out of your shell since coming to Jersey with him. 

“I think Hisch, Timo and Bratt are in the lobby waiting for us,” Jack announced as he read a message he had received. 

The group of four made their way downstairs, where they met the trio in the lobby, chatting. All of them were dressed in suits, and their hair was slick and well-styled. Nico smiled when he noticed you walking in beside Luke. You only came up to his shoulder, and that was while wearing heels.

“Hey Nico,” You grin, leaning forward to hug the captain. 

“Hey,” The brunette whispers into your ear. 

You hug the other boys as well, sharing hellos and exchanging compliments. The limo that would take them over to the hotel pulled up outside, and the group climbed in. Nico held his hand and helped you slide in beside Luke before following suit. You were sandwiched between your youngest brother and the team Captain. 

“How was the pamper day?” Nico asks.

“It was great,” You smile, “Sammy and I loved it. Best day I’ve had in a good while.”

Nico chuckled, “Well, hopefully we can keep it going for the night then.”

“Be sure to save me a dance then.”

When you pulled up for the event, you and Nico were on the side to come out last. As soon as the door opened, the noise from fans and media became louder. You felt the nerves kick in once more. Reminding you once more how alike you are with Quinn. And how much Luke was like the two of you. 

“You okay?” Nico asks as he notices you stiffening. 

You looked out the door as Luke was climbing out. You were a behind-the-scenes person, not one to be parading in front of the fans and media. There were way too many people out there for your liking.

“Hey,” Nico whispers, pulling you from your thoughts, “I’ll be there. Jack and Luke will be there. Sammy’s first gala as well. We’re there to back you up.”

“I don’t think–”

“Yes, you can,” Nico cuts you off gently.

You take a deep breath and shuffle along the seat. Your mind reeling, imagining everything that could come from the public appearance. Nico somehow slips over you, so he will step out first. His hand slips into yours as he slowly climbs out. The group watched as you and Nico stepped out. He let you step up beside your brothers as his hand hovered on your lower back. Making sure to guide you around, a safe blanket to remind you that you weren’t alone.

The group made their way down the carpet, posing for pictures. You were either tucked into Nico’s side or with Luke. Soon, you were joining the other players and staff inside the ballroom of this hotel. You guys made the rounds, greeting sponsors, staff and teammates. 

“Hey!” Reanne grinned when you and the group greeted her and Curtis.

“Hey, how are you?” 

“I’m good,” The blonde replied. “A night with no kids is great.”

After the usual spiel of speeches and guest speakers, the music was turned up. It didn’t take long until the team and partners could be found on the dance floor. You danced with Nico and the group, laughing and having fun. 

“I didn’t tell you earlier, but you look absolutely stunning,” Nico whispers.

A blush covered your cheeks as the song changed from the upbeat Pitbull song to ‘The Night We Met’ by Lord Huron. A song you’ve come to love since it went viral on TikTok. Everyone paired up to slow dance. Nico turned to you and slipped his arms around your waist. Your arms went around his neck. 

“Hands off my sisters’ ass,” Luke hisses at his captain as he and what looked to be a sponsor’s daughter danced by.

Nico’s hands made sure to slide further up your lower back. “Protective brother much.”

“They all are,” You reply, “even if these two are younger than me.”

“They just love you.”

More alcohol was consumed, more dances spent on the dance floor. The group enjoyed themselves but were careful not to take it too far at a team fundraiser. Nico was tired and so were you so, without telling your brothers, the two of you snuck out of the event. As you were in the uber you made sure to at least sling Jack a message, so they didn’t send out a search party.

Nico slid his coat jacket over your shoulders after you left the Uber. Making sure you were warm as you guys headed up to your apartment. The conversation flowed until you reached your door.

“Thank you for the fun night,” You mumble as you look up to Nico. 

Nico grinned, tucking the stray piece of hair behind your ear. “I had a great night with you.”

The two of you stood before the door, admiring each other before you finally decided to do what you wanted to do since you met your brother’s captain. You pressed your lips to his. Hoping that he felt the same. Nico’s hand cradled your cheek, and he kissed you back. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for ages,” Nico mutters against your lips.

“Me too.”

Nico leant forward and kissed you again. Neither of you paid attention to your surroundings, meaning you missed the ding of the elevator and the footsteps echoing down the hallway towards where the two of you stood.

“What the fuck?”

You pulled away as quickly as possible when you heard Jack’s voice. Nico and you were quick to turn to where Jack, Sammy and Luke were coming towards you. Jack was smirking, and Luke was shocked. 

Jack laughed, “It’s about time.”

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[susiekern]

6. the one with the dm

a/n: hi so I'm dumb and forgot to add the small text part to chapter 4 so if anyone's interested, check it out! it's not really that important so it doesn't change much if you don't

warnings: swearing

word count: 755 (but with quite few texts that I don't count in)

lyrics from: Rain - Sleep Token

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For the past month, you’ve only seen Megumi during your regular meetings on the rooftop or passing him in the corridor. When asked about it, he simply said he spends most of the days at the studio, recording music for some artist who hired him as a guitarist for their new album. Between the rooftop and corridor, the only signs he was still alive were a few messages and sounds of him practicing behind your wall. Sounds that you got used to and started to enjoy. At least for the most part.

“Sorry for the noise, guys, he’s just wrapping it up.” You say to your viewers and focus back on choosing the game for tonight’s stream. “Should we do that card trading sim? It looked fun when we played the demo.”

With the game chosen and in the process of installing, you fill the time answering the chat and drinking your coffee.

zeyde_: hot neighbor back at it

sammie: is hot neighbor actually hot, tho

y/nsmarshmalow: she never confirmed, no?

sammie: Y/N IS HE HOTTT?

“Well, I can’t say he’s bad-looking. Depends how you define hot.” Shrugging, you smile a little. They’d flip if they knew.

sammie: okay miss avoiding the answer.

eleffa32: am I flipping, or is that the same sound from Yuji’s stream

rooney_: hot neighbor reveal pls pls pls

sammie: @/eleffa32 no literally, my bf is watching his stream next to me and IT’S THE SAME

eleffa32: stfu are you guys living together?

plumbobo: YUJI X Y/N CONFIRMED?!

You almost spit your coffee all over the desk reading this, and you don’t know whether you should laugh or cry. Not again.

“Yuji and y/n neighbors confirmed, guys; the hot one you like so much is his roommate. Chill out.” Deciding to laugh, you inform the chat and wipe the coffee from your chin. A few moments later, your game is ready to be turned on, and miraculously, Megumi stops playing right when you click on it. Typing a quick thanks to him, you tune back into the stream for the next three hours. The game turns out to be a nice one, perfect for a calm Sunday evening. You decide to slowly finish the night when Nobara texts you that she’s going back home with food for the both of you, so you go through the last few questions.

sammie: y/nnn, have you heard that new song The Fallen released yesterday???

“Yes, I’ve listened to it like twenty times already!”

When you woke up on Saturday, the last thing you expected was a notification about your beloved band releasing a new song. There was no forecast about it on their social media, not even one post; it just randomly showed up on Spotify, and the fandom went crazy. Was it planned? Leaked? Does this mean the new album is coming soon?

“It’s amazing, like everything they released. I swear, Zenin was chosen by gods to be the scribe, because how could a mortal human write something as good as their lyrics? There’s this part, ‘I know what I am, the mouth of the wolf, the eyes of the lamb.’ I got chills hearing it, seriously. I would do anything to talk to this man about his lyrical genius.” You sigh and lean back in the chair, reading messages from your followers who express their opinions on the song. There’s a knock on the door, and Kugisaki peeks into your room.

“I got dinner, you nerd.” She says and comes closer, waving to the camera.

rooney_: NOBARA HIIII

eleffa32: omg hi queen

zeyde_: QUICK QUESTION

zeyde_: IS THE HOT NEIGHBOR ACTUALLY HOT???

“Hi, guys! Eh, I would say he’s okay. Not my type.” She shakes her head and leans on your chair back. “Sorry for busting in, but I need to feed this one, since she won’t do it herself.”

“You’ve heard the boss. Thank you for joining me tonight, and I’ll see you on Tuesday!” You smile and wave to the camera before turning off the stream. Nobara goes to the kitchen to prep the food, and you stay back to turn off your setup. Soon you’re both splayed on the couch, eating the takeout of her choice and paying half-mind to some rom-com she turned on the TV. Finishing your meal, you put the bowl on the coffee table and grab your phone for the first time since finishing the stream. There are a few notifications, but only two catch your eye. Texts from Yuji and a DM on Instagram.

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[quinnysnursery]

[👻] bad dog | colby brock one-shot

paring : little!colby brock x toxic/abusive!cg!oc (+ some cg!sam, if you squint)

summary : pure angst just pure pure angst honestly

warning/extra tid-bits : emotional and physical abuse, crying, injury, abandoning a little, swearing, all hurt NO comfort

word count : 892

divider credit : umm i found all the photos on pinterest :3 (x's on the bottom are by @saradika-graphics)

a/n : I BLAME @nicksbestie THEY CALLED ME THE ANGST QUEEN AND I COULDN'T DISSAPOINT /j /lh ALSO in no way am i trying to romantize or glorify these types of relationships, i'm simply writing angst. (sorry for any typos, i'm just a girl!)

“I get mean when I’m nervous, like a bad dog”

Colby gasped as he pushed away his caregiver’s hand- if you could even call her that. Caregivers didn’t yell at their littles, caregivers didn’t throw things two inches from their littles heads…and caregivers definitely didn’t make their littles shake in fear.

“Don’t push me away, I’m helping you.” She spoke, her tone only making the fear worse. “Go ‘way!” Colby sobbed, scooting himself further into the corner. His caregiver scoffed, standing up. “Fine, deal with your tantrum yourself.”

“I get mean when I’m nervous, like a bad dog”

“No!” Colby screamed, pulling his wrist away from his “caregiver”. “Don’t you yell at me!” She yelled, grabbing a random object off the countertop and chucking it at the man in front of her. “Ungrateful piece of shit!” 

Maybe that was true. Colby did yell at her, which he knew wasn’t okay. It wasn’t respectful or kind…but he only yelled after she snatched his wrist so hard it brought immediate tears to his eyes. Colby looked down at his arm, now red and sore.

Why should he be grateful for that?

“I want to jump into blue water”

Colby sniffled as he wrung out the washcloth before bringing the damp cloth to his face. He looked down as the cold water trickled into the sink, he tapped his phone screen- frowning at the time.

1:30 am.

Sam would surely be asleep, he should be too. His mind was still clouded with a slight haze, leaving him halfway regressed. Jennifer had stormed out after throwing the glass cup at his face, threatening to never come back.

Was it wrong that Colby prayed it wasn’t an empty threat this time?

“And I miss riding horses,”

He missed filming videos with Sam- actually, he just missed Sam in general. Their channel was dependent on pre-shot videos…their friendship depending on iMessages and the occasional phone call.

Despite their phone calls only happening once a blue moon, Sam asked the same question every time. 

“You good? You sound tired, man.”

Colby promised him he was fine every time, not wanting to worry the blonde man. He’d done this to himself. He was the one who decided to follow Jennifier to Colorado, leaving his best friend behind.

 As Colby looked in the mirror at his injured cheek, he knew he wasn’t “fine”. 

“I miss running fast,”

Sometimes- just before Colby closed his eyes for the night- he’d think about his favorite memories with Sam. He knew it was wrong, he was the one who chose to move two states away. He’d chosen this life away from Sam. Colby knew if Jennifer ever found out, he’d be in for a whirl of hurt. 

Emotionally and physically. 

He always fell deeper into his regression before bed. If he had it his way, he’d be in his caregiver’s arms. It wasn’t always like this- Jennifer used to be nice. She used to hold Colby, reading him story after story until he fell asleep.

It was only after she got him far away from Sam that the throwing, yelling and periods of abandonment started. 

Colby sniffled, rubbing his baggy sleeve over his eyes to wipe away his tears. 

“Just think of Sammy, Sammy’ll make it better.” His brain told him.

He was right. He thought about running through the empty fields of Kansas with his best friend. When the two moved to LA together, they ran up and down their neighborhood street. Sam liked the exercise- Colby liked spending time with his best friend.

Sam had known about his coping mechanism, because of course he did. Sam wasn’t just his best friend, he was his business partner. Of course Sam knew about Colby’s regression.

Once he fell while running- which sent him straight into his headspace. Sam didn’t miss a beat in comforting the little, assuring him he was the “bravest boy in the word”. 

Laying in bed all on his own, tears streaming down his face, Colby didn’t feel like the bravest boy in the world. He just felt like an idiot.

“I pretended you were mine,”

“I’ve got you, it’s okay.” Sam’s voice told him, arms like pillows as he cradled Colby close. “Sammy?” The dark-haired man sniffled, looking up at his best friend. 

“It’s okay bud, Sammy’s got you.” The blonde promised him, holding Colby tightly. As if Colby would ever dream of leaving his best friend’s side again. “S-Sammy,” The little choked out, holding onto the blonde’s plush hoodie. 

Sam shushed him, fingers dancing in Colby’s hair. It was nice. It was soothing.

“I’ve got you bud, nobody’s gonna hurt you. Never again.” Sam promised, taking a deep set pressure off of Colby’s shoulders. 

 “It made me calm.”

Colby gasped, shooting up out of his sleep. “Sammy?” He called, looking around him and Jennifier’s room. 

Oh.

Him and Jennifer’s room.

Colby frowned, tears budding in the corner of his eyes as he attempted settling back into the empty bed. Sam wasn’t in Colorado, Sam wasn’t saving Colby from Jennifer.

Sam was nearly a thousand miles away, but tonight..tonight Colby would pretend he was right next to him, because it made the pain in his cheek- and wrist- and heart- hurt a little less.

Colby would pretend Sam was his caregiver tonight, because it made him calm.

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Cuddly Sasquatch

That's right! I'm back! At least somewhat. I've been needing some more Sam Winchester and there isn't nearly enough on here. I need something new to read so I just decided to do it myself. So that's why I'm here, to give Sam Winchester the love that he deserves! P.S. I 100% think that Sam would be a fan of The Office. Hell, they probably both are. But Sam just really gives of Office fan vibes.

The Winchester brothers and yourself had gotten home to the bunker after a pretty gnarly hunt in Omaha, Nebraska. It had taken over a week and a half to try and track down the vamps that were literally sucking the life out of folks. As soon as the three of you pulled into the garage of the bunker you beelined for the showers before the Dean and your boyfriend the Sasquatch could beat you to it. All of you came home covered in vampire blood, so you were determined to make it to the fresh, hot water before the other two could use it all up.

It was an hour or two later, now you were sitting up against the headboard of the bed that you regularly shared with Sam. You were finally in your pajamas, sitting in bed with the book you were currently reading sipping on a glass of wine. It was so nice to finally sit back and relax and not read a book about lore for the monster that you were hunting that week. You were blissfully in a fictional world, totally ignoring your current one.

“Hey, baby,” Sam casually greets you. Slightly breathy as he strolls into the bedroom in nothing but sweatpants and a towel wrapped on his head. His anti possession tattoo, proudly on display.

“Hey, hon. So you beat Dean to the shower first, huh?” You asked him, taking another sip of wine.

“Yeah,” Sam chuckled as he took the towel off of his head and shook out the damp mop of hair on his head. “He really let me know it too, since he made sure to flush the toilet more than once to make the water hot as possible.” You giggled at the brothers childish antics as you turned your attention back to your book. Sam walked his way over to the dresser to toss on a t-shirt before turning the flat screen tv on.

“Hey, Sammy?” You asked him before he could lay down in bed next you and make himself comfortable. You looked up at him from your novel when you saw that he was looking at you, eyebrows raised, with the comforter lifted and paused. You knew that he was just about lay down next to you. “I’m empty.” You playfully pouted as you lifted your empty wine glass up to him and shaking it, hoping he loved your enough to get you a refill. Sam scoffed with a smile and glanced up at the ceiling shaking his head at you.

“You’re lucky I love you,” Sam joked with you as he took your glass and walked out of the room get you a new glass.

“I love you too,” you yelled after him. Smiling to yourself as you continued to read. Sometimes you couldn’t believe how lucky you got with Sam. He was so thoughtful and kind and funny. All wrapped in a handsome ass package. You had hunted with the brother for years, and all of you had seen some crap so dark you all thought it would swallow you whole at some point. But 3 years ago, one drunk night, after Sam and you thought the both of you would die and world would end. The two of you spent some time in the back seat of the impala and the two of you had been together ever since. You were each other's light in the darkness.

When you felt a shift on the bed you looked up and saw the light of your life with two wine glasses. A new one for you and one for himself. Sam returned to finding something to watch on the television before the both of you went to bed. Of course he settled on The Office, it was usually his go to after a brutal hunt. Something lighthearted and funny. After an episode had been chosen, Sam settled and rested his head on his pillow. He glanced up at you still sitting up in bed reading your book, but that wasn’t what he wanted. So he debated on leaving you alone for .5 seconds, but ultimately took your book, tossed it to the floor on your side of the bed and wrapped his arms around your waist. Dragging you down so you were laying down next to him the moved from his own pillow and rested himself on your chest. 

“Sam! How rude, I was reading that!” You exclaimed, at first upset that he made you lose your place in the book. But as soon as the big lug rested his head on you, you didn’t seem to mind and you let out a little giggle.

“You’ll be fine. I’ll help you find where you were tomorrow.” Sam told you as he continued to get himself comfortable on you. You rolled your eyes at him, but you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him. One hand rubbing his back as best as it could reach, the other running through his hair. You felt Sam relax as he let out a deep breath and give you a peck on your neck before turning his attention back to the screen. As you felt his long legs tangle with your own you couldn’t help but give him a peck on the forehead as you took a whiff of his still damp hair.

“Hmm, I love my cuddly Sasquatch.” You told him softly as you continued to rub his back.

“I love you too.” Sam quietly mumbled back as he was trying to focus on the tv and not falling asleep. But he couldn’t help it. The way your hands felt on his back and in his hair made him feel warm and safe. He was finally home. And he was home with his person. That was all he wanted for the rest of his life. No hunting, no monsters, just this. Happiness.

[scoobydoodean]

why is it that certain people are so resistant to the actual canon of the show...what world do they live in where it's "trendy" to talk about dean in a way that makes it clear he isn't an emotionally repressed troglodyte? how is it "influencing" people to provide direct references to things that happened in the show. I think a lot of fanon is dependent on the mischaracterization of dean and that's why people don't like push back against it, because once you start interrogating those bogus claims, everything else *cough* perpetual victim woobie Sam and Cas *cough* instantly falls apart.

Anyways as always thank u and the rest of Big Deangirl for your service 🫡

Don't overthink it. I'm pretty sure I know exactly what group of people sent that to Shal and they're just a bunch of miserable jealous babies who have nothing of any substance to say about anything ever so they tried to invalidate Shal's posts in the most pathetic and meaningless way possible by saying they're writing *looks at notes* popular takes that many people agree with.

I think they must be relatively new SPN fans, because they seem to think that like. A group of deanpositive bloggers who all post together about the show is a new concept, and that the average spnblrina was actually a deancrit who sympathized with them until this group of deanpositive bloggers suddenly burst in out of nowhere like the Kool Aid Man and started (allegedly) whisking loyal deancrits away from their clutches.

The truth is that the vast majority of people have never cared to read deancrit samgirls unprepossessing drivel. Not even other deancrits from other camps. Somehow they think this is a recent issue but from where I'm sitting I can't think of a time when deancrit samgirls ever got much traction in the destiel sphere and I have no clue why they think they would in the absence of deanpositive blogs in the destiel circle. Deancrit casgirls? Sure. But deancrit samgirls? No one cares about their wet sopping omega Sammy abuse fetish posts and at a certain point they have to accept that they've chosen a very specific niche that will never appeal to most people because it is not enjoyable to read and is almost completely divorced from actual canon no matter how much they insist it's not.

[sammylovesbendy]

i love your betrum design. i feel like he would tie sammy to a traintrack and laugh maniacally as he tells joey he has to pick between sammy and his 1 million dollars.

i dont think hed have chosen sammy even if hed said yes he just needed to know before he got run over

[destielomegaversebigbang]

Knotfest

Posting September 18, 2024

Fic by seasidemeow

Art by TwinOne

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Every year, for mating season, neighboring packs come together to hold Knotfest, a festival where omegas in heat lie in tents and wait to be chosen by alphas. Like every year, Dean is dreading the festival. At least he would have enough free time to finish the crochet sweater he intended to give Sammy for Christmas.

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics; Omega Dean Winchester; Alpha Castiel; Pack Dynamics; Knotfest; Mating Season; Anal Sex; Ritual Public Sex; Mentions of Underage Sex; Fluff and Angst; Open Ending; Happy Ending; Age Difference; Older Castiel; Mechanic Dean; Doctor Castiel;

Excerpt below the cut

"Okay," Castiel smiled back, burrowing closer to the omega. "What are we watching?" "Brooklyn nine-nine," Dean answered automatically. "Oh, I like that show." "Yeah, uhm," Dean hesitated thinking things over. He had to take the dildo out of him. "We could watch episodes until your next heat spike. I think that would be fun." "I… it's gonna be a while. I… I just had one." "Okay," Cas shrugged. "Can you pass the Chipotle Ranch Cheetos?" The alpha pointed to the stack of bags. "I… uhm, I got to take the fake knot out of my ass first." "Oh, I see, do you want my help with that?" "What?" "You have jalapeño Cheetos on your hands. I can assist with removing the toy. I don't think you want jalapeños in there." "Uhm, okay."

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@yasammyweek Ok I guess this is a thing that exists, so I'm gonna contribute to it. Today's theme is a wedding, so I'm gonna write something that relates to that. This kinda caught me off guard but I'm gonna try my best. Enjoy

It has been about 8 years since Yaz and Sammy had "officially" gotten together, If you ask them they'll say they started REALLY dating after they made it back home, an agreement they made when they were still stranded on Mantacorp Island, in case either one (or both) of them hadn't made it, but basically everyone else agrees it was after they both brought their feelings to light. Either way it had been about 8 years, but for the past week, Yaz had been acting a little....skittish.

Yazmina was a woman of focus, commitment, and sheer flipping will. She had survived almost a year on an island full of dinosaurs, while having a sprained ankle for two of those months. She had faced down the Scorpius Rex, the Mosasaurs, and a really ticked off Galimimus (long story, but the dino had it coming). After all that, the almost dying nearly every day, why on gods green earth would a small wooden box with a diamond ring inside make her so nervous. She wouldn't even be the one receiving it, but the conclusion this poor nervous girl came to, is that the reaction of the person she wanted to give the ring to was what caused her nerves to shoot up. What would Sammy do? Cry, laugh, run, say no? All these possibilities were making Yaz more nervous than it would if she just asked Sammy the damn question "Will you marry me?". There's no reason for her to be this nervous right? I mean, the two of them have already been as intimate as you can get with another person, multiple times, so there was no grand surprise afterwards, no pressure to hold up to any "expectations" except of course actually showing up for the wedding....the wedding, the music, the people, the dresses, all the things that weddings involved made Yaz feel even more nervous. She had always considered herself the quote-un qoate "man" of the relationship, and as such she felt it necessary to perform the usual "man" rolls, she opened the doors to restaurants and vehicles for Sammy, made sure Sammy's truck was safe before she drove somewhere, and besides all that, had always gotten along better with Sammy's father, brothers, and nephews, than she had her mother in law, sister in laws, and nieces, though they all still got along well, but she had always found herself gravitating towards the guys, and had actually went to Sammy's father for advice on what to do for their first official date. But unfortunately, with Yaz fulfilling that role (that she was perfectly happy in, Sammy as well), that means it was up to her to propose. Great 😑.

Not really sure what to do, Yaz had chosen to try and distract herself from the thoughts racing in her head by going to lunch with Darius, Brooklyn, and Ben. Sammy was working and couldn't go, but insisted Yaz go and give them all a hug for her, which she had. As they sat down, the rest of the group noticed Yaz looked a little down, not that she was super bubbly to begin with, but she usually had more energy than this.

B: Yaz, are you ok?

Y: Yeah....I'm fine.

(obviously not fine)

D: Yeah sure, ok skip the BS and tell us what's up so we can help.

B: Dude, a little sensitivity would be nice.

D: What? She obviously has something that's bothering her, I'm just trying to figure out what?

B: Yeah but you can't just ASK, what if it was something sensitive?

Ben: Sensitive..... something kinda like a....ring...maybe?

Ben looked over at Yaz, who was now staring at Ben. And he instantly regretted it, Yaz had tears in her eyes, her cheeks red, and trying to compose herself as to not have a breakdown in the middle of a shopping mall food court. Yaz reached into her pocket, pulled out a small wooden box, and slid it across the table.

Y: Yeah, it's a ring. But I don't need it, it's not like I'd ever have a possibility of using it anyway....so take it.

She wiped her eyes and took a shaky breath and put a 20 on the table, asked them to pay for her food, and went to her car to go home.

Yaz made it to her truck, but didn't open it. Hand on the handle she looked at the reflection in the window, and it was a sad, sorry sight. Red in the face, tears running down her cheeks, crying like a 5 year old that had just broken her toy. What was she supposed to do? Go back to Sammy, the person that made her so happy, and dump all this on to her? And that's when the realization struck Yaz like a horse hoof to the chest, the reason Yaz didn't want to propose, wasn't because she didn't want to spend the rest of her life with Sammy, it's that she didn't want Sammy to be stuck with her. She's always been self conscious about herself, and in some ways that's a good thing, keeps a person humble, but it also can be a real pain for self esteem. Would Sammy WANT to be stuck with her for the rest of their lives, till death does them part? Why would someone like her, a beautiful, intelligent, friendly, girl from Texas want to spend the rest of her life with an introverted, relatively speaking average looking, sad nerd like her? There wasn't one, at least not one that Yaz could think of. So, she decided she wouldn't propose, and wouldn't put that burden on Sammy, so if at any time Sammy wanted to leave, she could. As corny as it sounds she'd rather Sammy be happy without her, then sad with her.

Yaz hadn't realized how long she had been standing with her hand on the truck handle, hadn't realized how long she had been crying, and hadn't realized how long her friends had been standing there, until Brooklyn had very gently put her arm on Yaz's shoulder, and was looking at her with so much concern that it almost made Yaz start crying again, but even if she wanted to, she couldn't, she was all dried up.

B: Yaz, we're so sorry, we didn't mean to push, we were just worried about you. I wasn't going to say anything, but the whole reason we came down was that Sammy was concerned about you. She said you'd been acting sad and wanted us to get you out of the house to see if you'd feel better. She's really worried, she was actually starting to think you had gotten tired of spending so much time around her.

Y: What? No, I....I didn't mean...I could never.....

B: Yaz, please tell us what's the matter, all we want to do is help you.

So Yaz did, Yaz told them EVERYTHING, every insecurity. All the hopelessness and sadness came out in one big, frankly depressing, story (including everything she said in her head, read above). At the end, Yaz was just sitting sadly on the tailgate of her truck, her friends sitting with her, looking for lack of a better term, dumbfounded and sad. They had all known Yaz had insecurities, who didn't, but they had no idea it ran so deep.

Y: So that's why I can't propose. I care about her, and I care enough to let her go.....I don't want to but.....

Ben: Yaz, kinda crazy question here, but have you... Idk......maybe mentioned ANY of this to Sammy, at all? Do you have any idea if she wants to get married?

Y: No, but I don't want to burden anything on her. And why would she want to marry ME anyways?

Nobody had noticed the black car that had pulled in the parking lot an hour before, and nobody had noticed the driver sneaking over and hiding behind the car beside them, listening to Yaz's entire story, every word since Brooklyn, Darius, and Ben had come out to comfort their sad friend. And nobody noticed the Texas girl hiding behind some strangers car, trying her best not to cry, and wanting to do nothing else but hug not just the girl she's been dating for 8 years, but her business partner, her other dog mom, and her best friend. But the little Texan girl couldn't stand it any longer and decided to set the record straight.

Sam: Yazmina Fadoula, are you kidding me?

Sammy stepped out from behind the car she was hiding behind, and gave a heart attack to the entire group sitting on the tailgate. Yaz started to get up but Sammy in no uncertain terms gave her a look that said sit back down......Yaz sat back down.

Sammy: So let me get this straight....the reason you've been acting depressed all week, the reason you come to bed later and wake up earlier than normal, why you aren't eating as much and acting super shy, is because you wanted to propose? And was worried I would laugh in your face, or reject you, or not want to be with the girl that I've been with for 8 years??

Y: Um....yes? Look it's not you Sammy, it's me...I was just....

Sammy: Oh I know, I heard the whole conversation, basically everything. I came her to pick up some food to surprise you, and I see you crying and looking at the truck, you didn't even see me drive by. I was gonna talk to you, but I saw them coming over to you, and figured they'd be better at getting you to open up.....guess I was right. I'm gonna be honest Yaz, why didn't you talk to me? We're a team, you're supposed to be able to trust me, and I know that's selfish that I just WANT you to trust me, but we've known each other for almost 10 years, even before we started dating......is it me? Am I driving you away, am I being too over bearing, I just wanted to help you, I didn't mean to be too much.

Now Sammy was crying, and Yaz felt like the world's biggest a**hole, beating herself up internally for not thinking about how this would affect Sammy. She knew Sammy was sensitive, and tuned into people's emotions, so she definitely knew Yaz was upset, but wanting to respect her privacy, hadn't pushed the issue. Yaz felt awful.

Sammy: You know the worst part about this, Yaz? This entire time I was scared you were getting sick of me....I thought you were seeing someone else.

Well if Yaz thought she couldn't feel any worse, she just got proven wrong.

Y: Sammy.....you thought that.....why would....

Sammy: What? See someone else?.....Yaz I heard everything you said, and the entire time I was wondering the same thing you were. Wondering why you'd want to be with ME? I'm just some yee-haw Texan rodio, banjo playing, chubby, middle of nowhere farm girl and there's a million girls just like me within like 20 miles of just like me, except prettier and cooler. I was scared to death that the only reason you were with me is because we were stuck on the island and once you had more people to choose from.....you'd leave. Yasmina I would LOVE to marry you, of course I would, but I still don't really understand why it'd be ME you'd pick out of everyone else. You're beautiful and smart and ACTUALLY talented, you have skills that are actually cool and unique, unlike me who can do farm things yeah, but so can everyone else.

Yaz sat with her mouth hanging open, in awe of that one, her girlfriend had the same insecurities she had, and two, that Sammy thought of herself like that. Yaz couldn't understand why the girl she was so worried about proposing to had never brought these issues up to her before. Yaz decided there and then that damn the consequences, whatever her future had in store for her, Yaz was going to make sure Sammy never had to worry that Yaz would leave her again. She walked up to Sammy and kissed her, a long kiss full of love and warm feelings that made butterflies fly in both of the girls chests.

Y: Sammy, I'm so so so so so so so sorry that I EVER made you worried about me leaving, ever made you feel insecure about yourself. With our friends and God as my witness I will do everything I can to make sure you never feel like this again. Brooklyn.......can I have my ring.

Sammy opened her eyes wide, Ben and Darius gasped and Brooklyn smiled as she handed Yaz the ring.

Y: With this ring I promise to be with you forever, for every sad day, when it shines, rains, or snows. Through every up and down, left or right, whatever happens I want this ring to symbolize how much I care about you... Sammy Gutierrez, can I put this ring on your finger.

Everyone was crying now, their friends, and some random people in the parking lot.

Sammy: Of course you can, but I have one request......Don't call me Gutierrez anymore.....it's Fadoula now.

Yaz smiled, slipped on the ring, and grabbed Sammy by the hips and hoiseted her up off the ground so they could look at each other, Sammy's legs wrapped around Yaz's hips and her arms rested on her shoulders. The parking lot whistled and hollered, horns honking and lights flashing to celebrate the couple.

Sammy: Hey Yaz?

Y: Yes Sammy?

Sammy: I think the chicken thawed in the back of my car.

Everyone laughed, and Brooklyn, Darius, and Ben all drove home with Sammy and Yaz to stay the night. Brooklyn was thankful that Yaz had soundproofed her and Sammy's bedroom wall, and Yaz kept her promise and made sure that Sammy knew every bit of her was as beautiful to Yaz as anything else.

They went to the town office the next day and made it official, and Sammy bought Yaz a ring.

Woooo, that was a long one, I hope everyone enjoys my contribution to @yasammyweek. See y'all later

[sequinsmile-x]

No One Else

Emily and Aaron are on a well deserved vacation before their baby arrives.

When someone flirts with her on the beach, Emily refuses to let it ruin the rest of their stay.

-x-

Hi friends!

Just some good old jealous/insecure Aaron content that leads to smut. Please let me know what you think <3

-x-

Words: 4.7k (this really got away from me we all know i can't help myself with the world building)

Warnings: Pregnancy, Smut, 18+

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

“Mama don’t go!”

Emily feels her heart ache as her little boy snuggles deeper into her side where they are cuddling on the couch, the two-year-old’s face buried in her chest as she holds him close. Even after all this time, almost five years since she’d stepped into a maternal role in Jack’s life, she still wasn’t used to the specific kind of guilt that came with being a mother. A heavy weight on her chest whenever she made a decision, even something as simple as going on a well-needed vacation with her husband. 

“Sammy, honey, it’s just for a few days,” she says, pushing his dark hair out of his face, smiling when it flops back onto his forehead, “And you’ll have so much fun with Jack and Aunt Jessie.” 

Samuel frowns as he pulls back, the expression making him look so much like Aaron she finds herself having to suppress a smile, “Baby sissy’s going.” 

Emily presses her lips together as she looks at her son, her other hand drifting to her rounded stomach, “That’s because your sister lives inside of me sweet boy,” she says, her smile finally breaking free, “She has to go wherever I go.”

Her pregnancy was one of the main reasons she and Aaron had decided to go away on vacation, both of them well aware their life was only going to get even busier in three months when their daughter was born. She was excited to spend some time with her husband, to soak up alone time with him and have a few days where they were just Emily and Aaron, not Mom and Dad or Prentiss and Hotch.

It also didn’t hurt that they’d chosen to go to Barbados, the chance to soak up some winter sun almost as appealing to her as spending the next several days watching her husband walk around in swim shorts. 

Samuel sighs and snuggles in closer to her again, making sure he’s as close to her as he can be with her bump in the way, “Miss Mama.”

She presses a kiss to the top of his head and holds him tightly, burying her face in the top of his head and smelling the scent of his shampoo, “I’ll miss you too, baby,” she says,” kissing the top of his head again, “But we’ll call every day.”

Any further conversation is cut off as Jack comes bounding into the room, the sound of Aaron dragging suitcases through the hallway following shortly behind him.

“We’re ready!” Jack says as he sits next to Emily on her other side, his smile wide, “I helped Dad pack.”

Emily smiles as she wraps an arm around him, tugging him closer. She knew his keenness to help out often outweighed how helpful he was, but he was insistent on helping to get the bags packed, especially since Aaron had refused to let Emily help.

He liked to claim it was because she was six months pregnant and needed to rest, but she distinctly remembered him refusing her help for their honeymoon too and she wasn’t pregnant then. He often said she couldn’t pack to save her life, something even she could admit was true, and he’d pack her go-bag for cases too back when she was still in the BAU before she switched departments when Samuel was born. Dave always joked that the first inkling he had that something was going on between them was the lack of wrinkles in her clothes, the fact they’d clearly been packed with a level of care she rarely had the energy for as she stuffed her go-bag whenever they got a call. 

“Thanks for being so helpful, sweetie,” she says, kissing Jack’s temple and smiling when he tries to shift away from her, on the edge of being a pre-teen, the first signs of finding his parents embarrassing starting to make themselves known. She winks at him as she pulls back, “I was just telling Sammy how much fun you’ll have with Aunt Jessie whilst Dad and I are on vacation.” 

Jack smiles, catching on to the fact that she wants his help to convince his little brother that everything will be fine. He leans forward to look at Samuel, a look on his face that Aaron would say was all her. 

“Sammy it’s going to be so fun,” he says enthusiastically, “And Aunt Jess will make cookies for us.” 

Samuel’s eyes light up for the first time since she’d sat down with him on the couch, “I love cookies.” 

Emily hears a chuckle from the doorway and turns to find her husband standing there looking at him, a smile on his face that never failed to make her stomach flip in a way that had nothing to do with their daughter rolling her belly. 

“First smile all morning and it’s because of the thought of cookies,” he says, winking at her as he walks over, leaning over the back of the couch to press a kiss to her lips, “He really is all you.” 

She playfully narrows her eyes at him, fighting a smile as Jack laughs and Samuel joins in, even though he doesn’t understand, “Careful, honey. You’ve got to be nice to me or I won’t be nice to you.” 

His smile only gets wider as he stamps another kiss to her lips before he stands up straight, “Ready to go, sweetheart?” 

She nods, pulling her sons closer for a moment, enjoying the feeling of them against her for the last time in a few days. 

“So ready.”

___

Emily sighs contentedly as she settles onto the sun lounger, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin and the shift of her daughter in her belly. She places her hand on her bump and rubs a circle over it, the soft material of her black swimsuit warm against her palm. 

“This is much better than the freezing cold at home, huh sweet girl?” She says, her smile widening when she feels a kick in response. She looks up, pressing her lips together as she watches Aaron walk back towards her from the shoreline, water glistening on his skin from where he’d taken a dip in the ocean to cool off, “The view is much better here too.” 

Aaron smiles at her as their eyes meet and he starts to walk quicker, kicking up some sand as he makes it to her side, always keen to be as close to her as possible. He can’t help but let his eyes trail over her, his gaze lingering on her bump and curves accentuated by pregnancy. He knew she was somewhat self-conscious of her appearance these days, somehow more aware of it this time around than she had been when she was pregnant with Samuel. She always rolled her eyes when he said she looked beautiful, or when he stared at her a little too long, but he didn’t think he’d ever loved her more. 

“Stop looking at me like that,” she says, raising her eyebrow at him as his eyes meet hers. 

“I can’t help myself,” he replies, leaning down to kiss her, smiling into it when she hooks her hand around the back of his head, holding him closer as she tastes the salt water on his lips. He pulls back, “You know you in a bathing suit is my weakness,” he says, sitting on the edge of her sun lounger, careful not to overbalance it. He places his hand on her thigh and squeezes, barely hiding a smirk when she shivers, something they both know has nothing to do with the cool water transferring from his skin to hers, “You remember our honeymoon right? We had Sammy 9 months later.” 

She shakes her head and laughs at him, “I remember I wore a lot of barely-there bikinis in our private villa,” she says, sighing as she looks at her bump, running her hand over it again, scrunching her nose up at the sight of her one piece, “Not this…tarp of a one piece.” 

He’s careful not to laugh, clearing his throat to stop the sound from escaping as he shifts his hand to her stomach, smiling as he feels their daughter move.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, leaning down to kiss her bump, both of them laughing when the baby kicks a little harder than usual, “You’re beautiful too princess, don’t worry,” he says to the bump before he sits back up, smiling at his wife as their eyes meet, “Do you need me to go get you anything?” 

She hums as she thinks about it, her mind drifting to the delicious, but sadly alcohol-free, cocktail she’d had when they first arrived at the beach. It was frozen and sweet and exactly the kind of thing she was currently craving. 

“Maybe a drink?”

He smiles and leans down to kiss her before he stands up straight, “That overpriced juice they put in a blender and have the nerve to call a cocktail?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at her. 

She smiles and reaches out for his hand, squeezing it tightly, “You’re the best baby daddy.” 

He rolls his eyes lovingly as she lets go of his hand, “Don’t call me that, I’m your husband.” 

She chuckles as he walks away, her enjoyment at winding him up never dulling even for a second. She lays there, eyes closed as she idly thinks about how they’ll need to top up their sunscreen soon, when she senses a shadow loom over her, blocking the sun. 

“That didn’t take long…” she trails off as she opens her eyes and sees a man who definitely isn’t her husband standing over her, a smile on his face. He’s tall and blonde, and his smile lets her know he’s far too sure of himself. She sits up a little, her band against her bump protectively as she does so, “Can I help you?” 

He sits down on Aaron’s sun lounger, clearly not picking up on her immediate defensiveness, “Hi, I’m Dan.” 

She presses her lips into a firm line, “Hi Dan. Can I help you?” 

He smirks and she raises an eyebrow at him, “You can start by telling me your name.” 

It’s one of the rare occasions when she’s grateful for how she was raised, how she can control her facial expressions, how she can stop herself from scrunching her nose up in disgust at this man who was flirting with her. Not only was she visibly pregnant, but she and Aaron hadn’t exactly been shy in their affection for each other since they’d arrived at the beach a few hours ago. They rarely had the opportunity to be this affectionate with each other outside of their home, both of them so intensely private that they wanted to keep them for themselves. Largely out of view from their friends who still found their relationship fascinating even after all this time. 

Here it didn’t matter. No one knew them. They were just a couple on the beach like so many other people, taking the opportunity to seek out the sun in winter. 

She forces a polite smile on her face, “Look, Dan. I’m sure you’re a nice guy, but I’m really not interested.” 

His smile doesn’t falter his he runs his hands through his hair “Come on, I’m sure you’d have a lot more fun with me than with Mr Serious who you’re here with.” 

Her polite smile fades, and she glares at him, her shackles rising at the way he was, admittedly gently, making fun of her husband. She liked to point out how serious Aaron was sometimes, softly smiling at him when he was particularly stern, but he was her person to make fun of, no one else’s - something that Derek and Dave had come up against more than once. 

They still brought up the time she’d locked them in a supply closet for joking that Aaron needed to lighten up after a prank gone wrong.

“Firstly, that man is my husband,” she says, raising her left hand so he can see her rings, her bump clearly not enough for this man to leave her alone, “Secondly, he’s an FBI agent. We both are actually.” 

She watches as Dan’s eyes go slightly wide, his smile slipping away slightly, but before she can say anything else they are interrupted.

“Thirdly, he’s standing right here.” 

She turns to see Aaron standing just a few feet away from them, his glare nowhere near diminished by the fact he has a brightly coloured cocktail in each hand, the tiny umbrellas sticking out of them almost shrinking under his sternness. She can tell by his expression that he’d heard more than she would have wanted him to, a flicker of hurt in his eyes that makes her even more irritated at the man who had decided to interrupt their afternoon. 

Dan stands up, all of his confidence gone as he clears his throat, muttering an apology under his breath as he stalks away without looking back. 

Emily looks at Aaron again and watches carefully as he stands frozen in place. She gives him a second to move and when he doesn’t, she gently prompts him, “Please tell me one of those drinks is for me?” 

He looks at her and nods, smiling tightly as he passes her the drink intended for her, “I decided to get one too,” he says, sitting down on his sun lounger, his eyes drifting back to where Dan had wandered off, “Although mine has tequila in it.” 

She groans, enjoying a taste of the frozen drink as she smiles at him, “Lucky,” she blows out a breath, desperate to relieve some of the tension, “It’s good you arrived when you did, he really didn’t take a hint,” she has another sip of her drink, “Who hits on someone who is not only visibly quite pregnant, but also obviously here with someone?”

He smiles tightly at the incredulous tone of her voice as he looks back at her, “What did I tell you, sweetheart,” he says softly, “You’re beautiful.” 

Despite the compliment, she can see the sadness still lingering in his eyes, and she has half a mind to find Dan on the beach and give him a piece of her mind.

___

Despite his attempt to hide it from her, he’s grumpy for the rest of the day. 

Not with her, never with her. He’s soft and kind and loving as he always his, his hand on her lower back as he guides her into the hotel’s restaurant, his smile soft as he pulls her chair out for her. 

He’s grumpy with everyone else. An edge to every look he throws to anyone who interacts with her, a tone in his voice when the waiter who has served them the last couple of nights brings the drink she always orders without asking. 

She lets it go, deciding not to mention it until they get back to their suite. Her final straw is when she shows him a picture of the boys playing in the snow in Jessica’s yard on her phone and it fails to lift his mood. Emily sighs as she sits next to him on the couch, her hand on his thigh as she squeezes it.

“Okay, honey. Talk to me,” she says, raising her eyebrow at him when he frowns, turning to look at her with confusion in his eyes. “Look, I’m usually happy to let you wallow as long as you need to, but we’re only here for another couple of days and I’d like to enjoy the rest of our time here without you glaring at anyone who interacts with me.” 

Aaron sighs and he closes his eyes, shaking his head at himself as he gives himself a second. He places his hand on hers on his leg and links their fingers together. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, opening his eyes and looking at her, guilt licking at his insides at the concern that was shining in her eyes, “I just can’t stop thinking about the guy on the beach.” 

She has to stop herself from rolling her eyes and she actively ignores how she feels her cheeks start to heat up. They were both prone to jealousy from time to time, and she knew she wasn’t completely innocent, but it feels even more ridiculous than usual. 

“Aaron,” she says softly, cupping his cheek and making him look at her, her thumb tracing back and forth on his sun-kissed skin, “You have nothing to be jealous of,” she says, “Nothing at all. Your third kid is currently using my organs as punching bags,” she smiles at him, “I think that should count for something.” 

He turns his face and kisses her palm, “It’s not that I’m jealous,” he says, and she raises both brows at him, her disbelief painted across her face and it makes him choke out a laugh, “Okay, it’s not only that. I…it’s just you could do so much better than me. That’s all.” 

It was something he’d grappled with since they got together. Emily was everything. She was beautiful, smart, kind and for a reason he’d never quite been able to figure out - completely in love with him. It wasn’t that he doubted, not for a second, but he didn’t understand why. 

She could do better than him, and everyone knew it. 

She frowns, choking on a disbelieving laugh as she shakes her head at him, “Honey, that’s not true.” 

“That guy was right. I’m too serious, even when I don’t mean to be. We were on the beach on vacation and a stranger was still able to pick up on it.”

Emily stares at him and she leans forward, resting her forehead against his, “I love that you’re serious. I love that the boys are too,” she pulls back to look at him and she moves their joint hands to her bump, “I hope she’s serious too, something is going to have to be to counteract the fact she’s half me.” 

He huffs out a laugh, “Em.”

“I mean it,” she says, stamping her lips against his, “I love you,” she kisses him again, firmer this time, smiling into it when she feels his hand shift to grab at her hip, “I’m all yours.” 

He groans, tightening his hold on her hip, “All mine.” 

“All yours,” she whispers, kissing him again, licking her tongue over the seam of his lips, sighing contentedly when he gives her access, pulling her closer as he deepens the kiss. They lose themselves in each other, hands drifting under clothes, grasping at familiar skin. She pulls back breathlessly, her teeth digging into his lower lip as she pulls at it gently. She smirks as she puts some space between them. She stands up, her smile turning soft as he immediately stands with her, his hands on her hips as he guides her up. She links a hand through his and tugs him towards the bedroom. “Come with me.”

He kisses her as they walk, paying close attention to her throat, his hands drifting down her sides as they go, “So beautiful,” he says, any insecurities seemingly gone for now as he grasps at her skin through the floating material of her dress, “All mine.” 

She turns in his arms when they reach the foot of the bed and she kisses him fiercely. Her hand drifts down his abdomen, and she smiles when she palms him through his pants, tasting his groan as he subconsciously thrusts towards her, half hard and already straining. 

She pulls back to look at him, gazing up at him through her long lashes, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she unbuckles his belt, “Usually I’d get down on my knees for you,” she says, stamping her lips against hers, her bump pressed between them, “But I think I’d never get back up,” she lets his belt fall open and then unzips his pants, stepping backwards to sit on the edge of the bed, her face level with him as she pushes his pants and boxers down past his hips, “So this will have to do.” 

Aaron grunts as she wraps her hand around him, pumping him up and down a few times, her thumb spreading a bead of pre-cum over the tip of him, “Em-”

Anything else he was going to say is cut off as she leans forward, taking him into her mouth. He grunts, his hands automatically finding her hair and threading his fingers through it, thrusting slightly against her face. 

“Jesus, baby,” he says, closing his eyes as she swallows around him, her nose against his pubic bone before she pulls back, sucking in a breath as she looks up. Her eyes are shining and a trail of spit is connecting her lower lip to the tip of him, and she’s never looked so beautiful, so his, “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” 

She smiles and sucks in another breath, leaning in again and taking him back down her throat. She bobs her head up and down, using her hands to pump him in tandem, as familiar with his body as he was with hers. His grunts and grip on her hair spurs her on, his words strained as they fill the air around them. 

“Em. Fuck. Mine.”

She can feel him start to lose control, his grip on her tighter, his thrusts stronger. He pulls back from her, leaning down to kiss her, smirking at the disappointment he tastes on her tongue, only partially masked by the taste of himself. 

“I was having fun,” she grumbles breathlessly, and he chuckles, kissing her again before he pulls back, pulling his shirt over his head.

“Take off your clothes,” he demands, and she nods, shedding herself of her dress and underwear as quickly as she can, watching him as he gets rid of his pants entirely. When he's done he looks at her, barely suppressing a growl at the sight of her. She was gorgeous, her eyes wide and hazy with arousal as she stares back at him, her stomach rounded with their child, her breasts bigger than they usually were, “Turn around.” 

She smiles, the wave of arousal that floods through her at the instruction making her shiver as she does as he’s told her to. She turns and rests on her hands and knees, one of her hands briefly on her stomach as she tries to get comfortable, desperate to ease some of the pressure on her back. Before she can think about it any further Aaron is there, a pillow that he’s somehow grabbed from the top of the bed in his hands as he slides it underneath her, allowing it to take the weight of her belly. He kisses her cheek, the action tender, soft. Intimate in a way she’d never experienced with anyone other than him. She turns her head to kiss him, capturing his lips against hers, and she smiles softly when he pulls back. 

“You okay?” He asks, voice rough with want as he controls himself for a moment, her comfort always his priority, and she nods, stamping her lips against his for a moment. 

“Yes,” she replies, “Please, Aaron. I need you.” 

He kisses her, fiercer this time as the brief moment of tenderness disappears, and then he’s gone, his warmth shifting from her side to behind her. She grasps the sheets in her fists as she waits, the anticipation making her blood fizz under her skin. She almost screams when he licks through her from behind, her fists impossibly tighter around the sheets as her head falls forward. 

“Fuck, Aaron,” she says, her hips twitching as he pulls back, a chuckle pressed against her lower back as he kisses it. 

“So wet for me already, sweetheart,” he says, lining himself up with her, trailing his tip through her teasingly, “And I’ve barely touched you.” 

“Please,” she repeats, on edge already, her heightened hormones making her usual desire for him almost ridiculous, her body almost shaking with it. 

When he pushes forward they both moan, the familar stretch of him enough to make them both pause, taking a desperately needed moment to try and gain back some control. He presses his body against hers, his chest draped over her back and his hands over hers, his fingers locking with hers on the mattress.

“You feel so good, Em,” he mutters, his forehead against the top of her head, “Like you were made for me.” 

She grunts, clenching around him as he stays maddeningly still, every nerve in her body poised to catch fire as she tries to encourage him to move. She tilts her head upwards, his forehead now against hers, his harsh breath skipping across her face, and she smiles at him. 

“Show me,” she says, pushing her hips back into his, “Show me how I’m all yours.”

It works just like she knew it would, pushing him to start moving his hips against hers, any teasing forgotten as he does exactly what she’d asked of him. It’s hard and fast and everything she wanted, driving her embarrassingly close to the edge already. 

“You’re mine,” he grunts, his skin slapping against hers as he continues to push his hips into her. He moves one of his hands between them, circling her clit, smirking against her as she gets impossibly tighter around him, her hips stuttering as she gets closer, “Come for me sweetheart,” he mutters, his touch getting firmer, “Cum for me and then I’ll fill you with even more of me.” 

His words, combined with his palm on her belly, tip her over the edge. She comes with a scream, something she tries and fails to muffle as she collapses forward her arms giving out from under her as she presses her face into the bedding. 

He comes seconds later, both of them groaning as he does so, and he slows his hips against hers, dropping a kiss to her temple as he tries to catch his breath. He stays there, still leaning over her for a second before he kisses her cheek, then her jaw, before he pulls back. 

“Wait there a second,” he says, walking towards the ensuite bathroom. 

He makes quick work of cleaning himself off and then reaching for a fresh towel before he walks back into the bedroom. He smiles to himself when he sees she’s still lying exactly as he left her, and he sits next to her on the bed, his smile turning into a smirk when she jumps slightly as he cleans her off, a smugness to his expression that has her rolling her eyes as she turns to look at him. 

“You okay?” He asks again, throwing the towel across the room before he lays down next to her, helping her adjust the pillow so she can lay on her side and he can curl up behind her. 

She hums and nods, tilting her head to kiss him, “I’m perfect,” she says, kissing him again, “So are you.” 

Aaron shakes his head lovingly at her and places his hand on her bump, smiling against his wife’s cheek as he feels the baby moving, “She’s kicking a lot.”

Emily smiles as he looks at him over her shoulder, placing her hand over his on her stomach, “She always moves like crazy after you make me cu-”

“Em, please,” he says, cutting her off, his eyes wide, “You know how I feel when you say that.” 

She giggles, capturing his lips in a kiss, “This is the second time I’ve been pregnant,” she says, squeezing her hand in his, “When will this stop freaking you out?” 

He kisses her, content to have her in his arms, pressed up against her like this. Any concerns he’d had earlier, that he knew would return again, as they always did, were gone. Vanquished because of her, his balm for any worries like she always would be. 

“I guess we’ll just have to keep going until we find out.” 

She smiles as she kisses him, and they forget about everything other than each other. 

-x-

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Time for part 2 of the many asks I want to send you LOL

I was rereading your es/ls snippet where es!Sam is mad at es!Dean for taking ls!Sam's side. And I was just curious, what would Ls!Sam have to to for es!Dean to get mad at him/protective over es!Sam like that? I know we got a look into it on a more extreme note in your other snippet (where es!Sam got hurt and es!Dean blames ls!Sam) But I'm curious what small thing would make Dean "take es!Sam's side" in a sense.

You just know that es!Sam would eat up being chosen like that👀 not to mention the pure angst potential that ls!Sam could have in that moment(cue protective ls!Dean and UGH a recipe for disaster❤️)

I just love es!Sam being needy for es!dean😌

hi, ari!!

omg yes let's discuss!

"i already told you no," sammy says, sharp, pinning his younger self with a hard look.

sam had approached him sly and slow earlier this morning while sam was researching time travel in the library, prodding around some heavy questions. about their future, about crossroads, about hell and deals and azazel--who he awkwardly calls "the yellow eyed demon," as it's a few years before they even know the name of the being that ruined their lives.

the deans are in the corner at one of the far library tables, breaking down and cleaning some of their guns, and sammy's looked up every few minutes to find them racing to see who can do it faster. it's a tie, most of the time, but they still send each other smug looks as if there was a clear winner.

"yeah--that's the only thing you've told me," sam snaps, jaw tense, but when sammy looks up at him again, a glare, sam softens immediately. he leans forward again, also taking care that the deans don't overhear them. his tone turns cajoling, and continues, "i'm just saying, we can work with this. this can't be random chance, right? us coming here? what if we were sent here so we can fix things?"

"'fix things'?" sam repeats, drily. that's not how it works. there's not a benevolent force out there that wants them to succeed. sam knows. there's just one guy, and he's not exactly on their side.

"yeah," the kid is clearly gaining steam, now that sam has finally responded to him with something other than a one-syllable denial. "whatever mistakes you've made--maybe dean and i were sent here so we can make difference choices. change what happened."

sam leans in, lowers his voice,

"i know something happens to dean. i could save him, sam."

sammy startles. he feels like he's just been stabbed. it takes him a second to process the words, but when he does, the layers of it all pile high: you already failed him. i won't. you made the wrong choice. i won't. dean hurts because of you. not me. let me fix him. let me put our lives back together, like you clearly couldn't.

but it's also heart-breakingly childish. naive. to believe he could fix it all. sam has never been able to forgive himself for his naivety.

"or you could kill him." sammy says, far-away, before he can think about it.

"what?" the tone of his voice brings him back. it takes a second for sammy to focus his gaze, but when he does, sam looks stricken. his brows are pulled together, eyes wide, gaze searching for a weakness that he can usually find in dean, but not sammy.

"yeah. you could kill him. what makes you think you know what's best? hm? so what: i tell you how i fucked up, and you just decide to fuck up in some different way?"

"i wouldn't--"

"you wouldn't know, would you? what if you change the story and make things worse? what if instead of going left, you go right, and dean gets his guts ripped out?"

sammy's not trying to be cruel--he's genuinely, earnestly not. sam doesn't know how many hours sam has begged for this exact moment, the ability to take it all back, the ability to shove it all back into his mouth, or to put a bullet in his brain before he damned them all. but he doesn't get a chance. they never get a chance.

chuck's made sure of it. even if sammy spills his guts, chuck won't let them get away with it. if sam stopped drinking the demon blood, chuck would rip off dean's head anyway to get sam to open the cage. it's not easy.

but he knows the words are hard, have fangs that tear into sam's soft underbelly, right at his intestines and through his lungs.

sam always breaks sharp. dean is slow to cry, his eyes glittering and swelling before the start of tears spill over. sam doesn't always cry when he breaks, but oozes hurt and anger and pain over his shoes and squishing wetly underfoot. between one second and the next, sammy's younger self breaks. he ducks his head quick, exhaling sharply, blinking fast.

"you don't know," sammy insists, louder, because sam is clearly far away. "are you ready to have his blood on your hands?"

younger sam stands up suddenly, and there, like magic, is dean. young dean. he puts himself between sammy and sam, chest out, eyes blazing with anger. anger directed at him.

and sammy realizes, horrifyingly, that this is what dad must've seen when one of them took it too far, for years. and he's dad in this situation.

"hey--back the hell off!" dean snarls. "he's just askin'. we're all freaked. you don't get to be a dick just because you're pissed! grow the hell up!"

sammy recoils, the words sounding like a slap in the sudden quiet of the room. the irony of the words (grow up, ha-fucking-ha) is not lost on him. so much for the deans not hearing anything. sammy's own dean crosses over quickly, but stands next to sammy, almost behind him.

young sam takes a step forward so he's almost pressed into his dean's back, and sammy watches the way he practically slouches. months and months of insecurity falls off of him like taking off a heavy coat. the tenseness of his jaw smooths, his next blink taking just a second longer. he looks like a child being welcomed back into his parent's arms after being scolded. he's high off of being chosen, of being swept up back into arms and loved again.

he's smug. incredibly smug. sammy wasn't mad before, but now he most definitely is, as sam leers at him. cocky brat.

the sting of dean's rebuke is the only thing keeping sammy back, and he feels the sting of it across his knuckles again. he can feel his own dean at his back, can feel a hand on his shoulder as dean steps forward to confront his younger self.

"you don't get to fucking talk to him like that." dean snaps, and younger dean's chin tilts up, like he's ready for a fight. his eyes flash.

sammy wraps a hand around dean's warm bicep and pulls him back, turning around and patting him hard on the shoulder.

dean's face is pulled down in a scowl, and it takes him a second to pull his eyes away from his younger self and up to sammy's. when he does, his gaze goes immediately soft, but his mouth stays hard-set.

sam tilts his head. leave it. dean shakes his head. i'm not going to. sam tilts his head slightly down. dean scoffs. he shoves sammy's hand off of his shoulder, but doesn't say anything else. when sammy turns back to their younger selves, they both look a little unnerved. sammy drops his hand from dean's shoulder.

sammy imagines it probably is a little unnerving to see your own silent communication from the outside.

sammy's still reeling a bit. he hasn't been scolded by that version of his brother since he still had trouble growing facial hair. his brother--any version of dean--hasn't chosen somebody else since...fuck, benny probably. before that, dad. it stings. sam can barely meet his eyes, and knows. he's radiating hurt like a neon sign.

but conviction makes him set his jaw and meet his younger self's eyes.

"i wasn't trying to be a dick." sam says, because it's true. sam hasn't been able to believe in a positive higher power for years. no one's looking out for them, and it hurts to be faced with his own naivety. "you just don't know. neither of you do. there have been a--a million choices that have put us where we are today. but they put us here together. i'm not willing to risk that. i'm not."

when sam can finally pull his gaze up to meet his dean's, dean looks both concerned and determined. his mouth opens, but he clearly doesn't know what to say. sam puts a hand on the side of his face, thumb to stubble, then pulls away quickly. it feels unnatural to expose their own vulnerability--like a dog leaning over to expose its belly to a wolf--even if it's just to their younger selves. he smiles, quick and false and watery.

sammy turns and leaves.

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thank you for being patient with me!!! mwah mwah mwah!

-lizzy

(the snippet in which ES!Sam is mad) (the snippet in which ES!Sam is injured) (ES/LS verse masterlist/explanation)

[alwaysonthemend]

Good Girl | SFK

Author’s Note: Request from the lovely @bizzielisteningtogreta for some dom Sammy. Ask and you shall receive, my friend 🫡 This is unbeta’d so sorry for any mistakes. (I wrote this in one sitting so there’s probably a lot lmao)

Summary: After a night of relentless teasing, Sammy shows you who’s really in charge. 

Content Warnings: Cussing, talk of being drunk, edging, fingering (f. receiving), oral (m. and f. receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, dom Sam. 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 3590

Preview: 

“Since you decided to act like a little brat all night, I’m going to treat you like one. And if you’re a good little girl for me, I’ll let you cum. Understood?” 

You nod quickly, excitement and adrenaline coursing through your body. 

“Words.” He says darkly, eyes filled with lust. 

“Yes sir.” You say meekly. 

“Good. Now go up to the bedroom, strip, and wait for me.” 

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The thing is, you’d been asking for it all night. Sam was always so sweet to everyone, and he rarely got angry or upset – even when his brothers were being particularly annoying. Even in the bedroom, Sam is usually pretty soft – preferring to take his time and treat you “like the princess that you are,” as he often says. But there’s a darker streak in Sammy, brewing under the surface, waiting to be unleashed. And sometimes, you just can’t help but to provoke him in the hopes of getting to him. And tonight you needed it. 

You’d started off pretty simple. The two of you were headed to a dinner party – an important one, where lots of influential executives would be present. It was a fancy event, and so you’d chosen to slip into a little dress that you know always drives Sam crazy. It’s the dress that you had worn on your first date with him, and it definitely carried with it some… pleasant memories of your first night together. You stood in front of your floor length mirror, admiring the way the dress accentuated your curves. You felt beautiful. And Sam was quick to agree with you. 

“You look divine, y/n.” He’d said, slinking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “You know I love this dress.” 

You turned your head and nuzzled into his cheek. 

“I know.” You said simply, before pulling away from him to grab your shoes. You made sure your back was to him as you leaned over, giving him a nice view of your ass. He hummed in approval before leaving to go and grab his keys. 

Your next opportunity arose during dinner. He was sitting next to you, his attention on some manager you didn’t know as the guy was sharing a very boring story about something or other. You reached your hand stealthily towards Sam, thankful that the tablecloth could cover what you were about to do, and placed your hand innocently on his thigh and squeezed. He turned to stare at you sharply, but you turned your head away – pretending not to notice as you asked Josh how his day had been. You couldn’t see Sam, but you could easily imagine the way his eyes were probably narrowing at you. 

Eventually, he looked away and you took the opportunity to slide your hand farther upwards, brushing your fingertips over his clothed dick. You felt him twitch in his pants and he slammed his knee into the underside of the table. You whipped your hand away as everyone turned to stare at him. 

“Sorry, guys.” He muttered, cheeks flaming.

You kept your eyes deliberately pointed away from him the rest of dinner, but you could practically feel the holes his eyes were burning into the side of your head. 

It didn’t take long for yet another chance to tease Sam arose. Danny had suggested that the band head out to a little bar down the road to spend some more relaxed quality time with each other. Life tended to get a little crazy for the boys, and they were often looking forward to getting to spend time with each other in places where things were a little more laid back. 

“Do you want to come with us?” He’d asked as you all rose from the table. 

“Only if you and the guys don’t mind. I wouldn’t want to intrude.” 

Sam smiled, the tension from earlier momentarily forgotten. 

“We’d love for you to come.” He grinned. 

He placed his large hands on your shoulders, sliding behind you to exit the cramped dining area. As he moved, you shifted your hips back into his, sliding your ass against his crotch. 

“Oh sorry, babe!” You said as he jerked back. “I didn’t realize you were trying to get around.” 

You turned from him quickly and began walking towards the door, glancing back for a moment to see him standing there, rooted in place with his jaw hanging open at you. 

“Coming?” You called. 

He shook his head and followed. 

The bar was a smaller place, far more intimate than the snooty restaurant where you’d eaten. It had a lounge area off to the side of the bar equipped with several tables and chairs and pool tables. Danny and Jake were quick to challenge each other to a round, and Josh declared he would play the winner. 

“Wanna play, y/n?” Sam asked, placing his drink down on the table. An idea – a terrible, wonderful idea began to take shape in your head. You slammed back the last of your drink before rising from your seat. 

“Sure! But I haven’t ever really learned how to play.” 

Sam grinned at you. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll show you.”

The two of you walked over to the other pool table and Sam pulled the triangle off its hook, placing it on the table and gathering up all the balls. You grabbed two sticks off their wrack on the wall and handed one to him. 

“First things first, someone has to break.” He said, rounding the corner of the table and settling into position. He struck the cue ball, sending all of the others rolling in different directions. A striped one sunk into the far right pocket. “And since I got a striped one in, I’ll be aiming for the striped ones for the rest of the game and you’ll be aiming for the solid ones.” 

He walked around the edge and lined his stick up again.

“If you make one in the pocket, you get to keep going until you miss.” 

You nodded, fighting to keep your face straight. 

“What about the black one?” You asked, cocking your head to the side and giving him your best innocent eyes. “Do you win if you get it in one of the pockets?” 

He hit the que again but none went in. 

“Not quite. You only try to sink the black one if you’ve gotten all of the others into a pocket. If you hit it in before that, you automatically lose.” He walked over to stand beside you. 

“Your turn.” 

You lowered yourself, purposefully getting too low and lifting the back end of the pool stick up high. 

“Like this?” 

“Not quite.” He laughed, coming up behind you and pushing the end of the stick down. “You wanna try and keep this as level as possible, otherwise you’ll hit too low on the ball and it won’t go straight.”

You nod and purposefully miss the que. 

“Fuck!” You exclaimed. “Sam, I don’t like this game at all!” You said, turning to face him with a laugh. 

“You’re just mad because you’re not automatically good at it.” He gave you a rueful smile. “Try again.” 

You got into position, again making sure to get too low towards the table. You drew back to try again but Sam stopped you with a hand on your elbow. 

“Wait. Try and straighten your posture a bit. That might help.” 

You shuffled your feet even closer to the table. 

“Like this?” 

“Like this” Sam said and he grabbed your waist and shifted you back slightly. You allowed him to maneuver your body into the proper position. He didn’t move away once you were settled and you took the opportunity to again shove your ass into his crotch, purposefully adding some force to it. Sam let out a choked groan as you struck the que, sinking one of the solids into the pocket. 

“Y/n…” Sam whispered dangerously in your ear, lips just barely grazing your skin. 

“I did it!” You cried, turning to face him in excitement, doing your best to act as though you had no idea what you had just done. Sam’s eyes met yours, ablaze with thinly concealed anger. You walked away from him, lining up to shoot again. You sunk two more balls in a row before missing the third. 

“You already knew how to play pool, didn’t you?” Sam asked, voice strained with frustration and annoyance. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said as you breezed past him to grab a sip of your drink. 

The game continued on, and everytime it was your turn you made sure to stick your ass out, allowing your dress to ride up on your thighs. You won easily, completely outclassing your distraught boyfriend. 

The night drew to a close with Jake completely drunk off his ass and Josh quickly catching up to him. 

“I guess I should take these two home.” Danny said, coming up to sit beside you as you watched the twins playing a drunken game of pool where neither of them had any chance of actually hitting the cue. Sam was sitting to your left, cooly sipping his drink with his free hand clenched in his lap. 

“Need some help? Josh and Jake are a handful when they’re not totally hammered.”

“Nah, I got ‘em. You and Sam go enjoy a night off.”

“Thanks, Dan.” You say as you rise to give him a hug. “Call if they get too hard to handle.”

“I will.” He laughed before turning to Sam to say goodbye. 

“Hey! Thing 1 and Thing 2!” You call, walking over to the pool table. “Me and Sammy are headed out!” 

Josh and Jake both turn to you, both voicing their disappointment at your departure. 

“Lame. The both of you.” Jake says, capturing you in a side hug. “You guys be good.” 

“Or be good at it.” Josh says, wrapping you in a goodbye hug of his own. He’s always a touchy drunk, and you allow the hug to go on longer than is usually deemed normal. You give him one last squeeze before extracting yourself from his grip. You turn away, only to be met with the angry face of Sam Kiszka. He strides over to you, eyes blazing, and grabs your wrist tightly. 

“Let’s go.” You comply, allowing him to drag you out the door. 

The car ride home is completely silent. Sam stares resolutely ahead, jaw clenched and his grip on the wheel tight. You stare at him a moment, admiring the way his hair frames his face. The moonlight accentuates his jaw, highlighting its sharpness. You look away, clenching your thighs together in anticipation of what’s to come. 

Sam pulls the car into the driveway of the house, and you exit the vehicle quickly. You unlock the door and step inside. As soon as the door closes behind you, Sam slams your back into the wall. You drop the keys and they make a loud clatter that seems deafening in the silence. 

“What in the fuck is wrong with you?” Sam asks through clenched teeth, leaning in close. You can feel his breath on you, he’s so close. 

“What do you mean?” You ask, the tremble in your voice betraying how excited you are.  

“You know exactly what I mean, y/n.” He says, reaching a hand up to rest on your throat. He doesn’t squeeze, but the threat is there if you misbehave even more.  

“First, you wear this damn dress,” he says, eyes raking up your body. “Then, you purposely embarrass me at dinner by pulling that little stunt under the table cloth. A dinner, I might add, that had a lot of very important people.” You whimper as he leans down, pressing his lips to your ear. “And then, you grind your ass into me not once, but twice!” He bites your earlobe lightly, the sting making even more wetness flood between your thighs. “Then,” he says, barely above a whisper, “you and I both know that you lied about not knowing how to play pool. Just so you could tease me even more.” 

“Sammy…” You whimper, your cunt throbbing with need. 

“Don’t “Sammy” me.” He growls, twisting you around and pressing you face first into the wall. “You don’t get to say anything – especially since you decided to top all this off by getting all touchy feely with my brother.” 

You whimper, pushing your hips back into him. You can feel his cock, hard and straining, through the fabric of his pants. 

“Nope.” He says, pulling away from you completely. “Since you decided to act like a little brat all night, I’m going to treat you like one. Then, if – and only if, you’re a good little girl for me, will I let you cum. Understood?” 

You nodded quickly, excitement and adrenaline coursing through your body. 

“Words.” He says darkly, eyes filled with lust. 

“Yes sir.” You say meekly. 

“Good. Now go up to the bedroom, strip, and wait for me.” 

You hastily clammer away from him, taking the stairs quickly up to your shared bedroom. You rip your clothes off before taking a seat on the bed. You wait. You can’t hear anything from downstairs and you wonder what he’s doing. You reposition, lying back against the headboard. Still, he doesn’t come up. You reach your hand between your thighs, seeking to soothe your aching pussy. You circle your clit a few times, eyes closing at the relief. 

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” 

Your eyes snap open and you rip your hand away from yourself. 

“No.” 

He raises an eyebrow at you. 

“No, sir.” 

He walks to the middle of the room and stops. He’s not taken any of his clothes off yet, and you can’t help but wish you could see more of him. He watches you for a moment, drinking in the sight of you all wet and needy. 

“Come here.” 

You rise, and pad over to him softly. 

“On your knees.” 

You do so, chest heaving with anticipation. You look up at him expectantly, but he says nothing. There’s a challenge in his eyes – a look that you rarely get to see on him. He’s waiting to see if you’ll take the bait. You have half a mind to say nothing. But you need him too badly to mess around anymore. 

“Need it, sir.” You say quietly, eyes begging. “Need you to fuck my mouth.” 

Sam smiles wickedly. 

“Well, do it then.” 

You nod and reach your hands up to his zipper slowly. You pull it down and unbutton his pants, sliding them down to his thighs. His cock is tenting his underwear, and you palm it, relishing the heat radiating off him. You slide his underwear down as well, just enough so that his cock springs free. He’s hard as a rock. You wrap your lips around him, sinking down on him as far you can go. Tears spring to your eyes but you don’t pull back. You use your hand to wrap around the base and begin bobbing your head. He groans, throwing his head back in pleasure. Sam reaches down and tangles his hand in your hair – the sting a welcome sensation. He starts off slow, little thrusts of his hips into your mouth. You groan, and the vibrations make him moan loudly. 

“So needy for it, aren’t you?” He asks. “So needy for my cock.” 

He begins to fuck into your mouth fully and your jaw aches with the effort. You flatten your tongue, allowing him to nudge the back of your throat. You swallow around him and he moans your name. 

“Oh fuck.” He says lowly, before pulling his cock from your mouth with a pop, a string of saliva connected his tip to your lips. 

“Get on the bed and spread your legs for me, baby.” He says, pulling his pants and underwear back up. You comply, laying on your back and allowing your knees to fall open. He climbs onto the foot of the bed and sits on his knees between yours. You feel so exposed like this, completely naked while he still has all of his clothes on. But, you would be lying if you said that there wasn’t a part of you that enjoyed feeling so vulnerable. 

“You don’t get to cum unless I say so, y/n.” 

“Yes, Sam.” 

He dives between your thighs, licking a stripe up your pussy, just barely grazing your clit, He presses a heavy arm over your belly, keeping you pinned to the bed. He suckles on your clit, the pleasure so intense it almost hurts. You bite your lip, trying to stifle the moan that wants to rip itself from your throat.

“Don’t hold back, baby. I want to hear all those filthy little noises fall from your mouth.” 

He swirls his tongue expertly around your swollen clit, before plunging it into you. You moan loudly, toes curling in pleasure. You feel your orgasm quickly approaching and you’re tempted to not say a word. But his warning from earlier plays through your mind so you reach down and thread your fingers through his hair. 

“Sammy, stop. I’m gonna cum.” You whine, throwing your head back in agony as he pulls his mouth from you. 

“Good girl.” He says, wiping his mouth. “Deciding to not be a brat for the first time tonight.” He chuckles before swiping his fingers through your folds. 

“You’re so wet, y/n. And all for me.” He brings his finger to his mouth and sucks on it, savoring your sweet taste. 

“Only for you.” You say breathlessly, looking at him nestled between your thighs. 

Without warning, Sam sinks his middle finger into you, the burn quickly turning to pleasure as he pumps in and out of you. Before long, his index finger joins and he brushes your inner walls, finding that sweet spot that always drives you mad. Mewls and whines fall from your lips like prayers. Normally, you might be embarrassed by how desperate you sound, but your need to cum overrides any other thoughts you might have. He brings you to the edge once again, this time sensing it on his own and pulling back. Over and over again, he edges you – bringing you so close before pulling away completely. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you want to sob. You lose count of how many times he brings you to the precipice of falling apart. Tears run down your cheeks and your pussy is throbbing with the need to cum. 

“You’re doing so good for me, y/n. So good. Do you think you deserve to cum yet?” 

“Yes! Please, Sammy. Please.” You moan, hands clenching the sheets at your sides. 

“Ask nicely.” He tells you, his voice thick with his own desire. 

“Please, Sammy. Sir. Please let me cum.” 

“As you wish.” He says, and you could sob with relief. “But you’re gonna cum on my cock. And only after I do.” 

You nod vigorously as he undresses, tossing his clothes onto the floor. His dick is red and pearly drops of precum fall from the head. He slides the blunt tip of his cock through your folds, gathering the wetness there before plunging deep into you. You both moan as he bottoms out. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. Feels so good around my cock.” 

“Move, Sammy.” You groan, “Please.”

Sam pulls almost completely from you before slamming his hips back into you. He sets a brutal pace, the power of his thrusts pushing you upwards each time. You wrap your legs around him, digging your heels into his back to pull him even closer. His face is flushed and  little breathy moans fall from his lips. You’re completely gone, cock drunk and desperate. Sam’s thrusts grow erratic and sloppy as he pounds into you. Your mind is empty of thoughts other than Sam’s name and desperate little pleas fall from your mouth with every thrust. His brows are clenched together in concentration, cock sliding in and out of you at a relentless pace and you need to cum so bad you want to scream. Sam’s eyes move from your face contorted in pleasure to your sopping cunt. The sight of his cock sliding in and out of you coupled with the desperate whines falling from your lips brings him to the edge. He moans as he finally cums, painting your walls with thick ropes of cum. 

“Fuck. Shit.” He whines and your own orgasm tears through you. You let out a pornographic wail of his name as the pleasure courses through you. You clench around him, causing him to whimper as you milk him for every drop. 

The both of you just lie there for a moment, catching your breath. You’re both sticky with sweat and your releases. 

“You okay, baby?” He asks, slipping out of your abused cunt. “You did so good.” He brings your lips together in a sweet kiss. 

“Holy fuck, yeah.” You say breathlessly.

“Let me go get a towel to clean you up.” He says, rising from the bed. “Can I bring you anything? Food? Water?” 

“Nah, Just come cuddle.” 

He laughs and nods his head before heading into the master bathroom. He emerges a moment later with a damp washcloth and carefully cleans you up. 

“Are you sure I didn’t go too hard?” He says with concern, tossing the washcloth into the hamper. 

You grab his shoulders and pull him towards you, giving him another kiss. 

“I’m sure. Besides, I asked for it.” 

“You could’ve just told me that you wanted it like that, you know. Instead of messing with me all night.” He says, settling into bed beside you. 

“I could’ve.” You said, rolling on your side to face him. You tucked some of his sweaty hair behind his ear. “But where’s the fun in that?”

Sam laughs and shakes his head. 

“You’re a mess, you know that?”

“Yeah, I know. But you love it.”

He smiles softly. 

“Yeah. I do.” 

[writing-with-emy]

Changed Prophecy

Dean Winchester Masterlist | The Alchemy Masterlist | Taglist Chapters: 2 | 3

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader Wordcount: 5.586 words

Prompt: “These Hands had to let it go free and change the prophecy.”

Summary: Your and Deans story is a bit weird, since you both don't live the average Life. so the reason behind you two meeting, realising you are in love with your best friend and actually confessing to it have the same background. Hunting down things to kill them.

A/N: I actually wanted it to be out on Dean's birthday a couple days ago, but now here it is!

cw: English isn't my first language, No use of Y/N, Small age gap? (It’s like a couple of months), John Winchester, stealing from a gas station from a horny middle aged dude?, implication of the reader sexualizing herself to survive, loss of children in the past (not readers, just from people in the 18th hundreds), my horrible fight scene writing, Out of character Dean?, my poor medical knowledge, swear words

 2002

Being Friends with Dean was probably one of the wildest things that could have happened to you, but you wouldn’t change that for a day in your life. Even though you only saw each other sometimes when he was on a solo hunt without John by his side, where then the “Solo Hunt” wasn’t so much Solo anymore.

1997

You met Dean a couple years back in 1997, freshly 18 year old Dean with his gifted 1967 Chevy Impala which was originally owned by his dad, driving around the small Town he and John stayed in for a Hunt. Well what does “driving around mean”, more like, driving to a meet up spot John had set with a fellow Hunter and Dean being finally behind the wheel letting the moment slowly sink in his mind. Finally he got his Dad’s beloved car, John in the Passenger Seat and Sammy in the back.

At the Diner John had chosen to meet the other Hunter, whoever that might be, the three got out and went in and followed John to the Spot he saw the other Hunter sit. When the Hunter saw John he stood up, and with him also you. Dean's eyes immediately went to you, well you were a sight for sore eyes back then already and Dean couldn’t deny that. That Hunter turned out to be your father, he had been longer on the trail of the three girls haunting St. Augustine Lighthouse.

You five sat down in the booth your father picked out, you started to tell the Stories about the Sisters and the unknown girl who died on July 10th of 1873. To your father's luck, you were the one who has the most information in your Journal of the past couple of weeks with the ghosts of the St. Augustine's Lighthouse and the Keepers House, especially and mostly three ghost girls- They were out of line for being nearly 119 years dead. It was the typical Ghost stuff of vengeful spirits, trying to get their last stuff done but failing everyday. Yet the girls started off as joyful little girls playing hide n’ seek with people and not getting revenge.

You explained the lore to the Lighthouse and the Keepers House, being matter of factly that three of the Pittee Sisters back in 1873 loved to play in the Cart that helped bring supplies from the boats to the construction site when the Lighthouse was rebuilt by their Father.

“Normally there was a wooden board at the end of the rail, but on that day it was missing. So the Cart with the three Pittee Sisters and the unknown girl, got off the tracks and fell head over into the water. A worker named Dan Sessions saw the event and helped, but by the time he got the cart off of them, Mary and Eliza were dead along with the ten year old girl.”, you retold the story of the ghosts. “But weren’t there four girls in the cart?”, Sam asked with furrowed brows. “Yes. Carrie, the youngest of them, was the only survivor of the accident.”, you stated. “Do you know where they are buried?”, John asked more to your father than to you. “Yes, well for the Pittee Sisters, they were buried at the Mount Pleasant Cemetery in South Portland, Maine.”, your father answered to John. “What about the other Girl?”, Dean asked. “Well we don’t know her name, nor where she is buried. It is speculated that her father was a construction worker when the Lighthouse was rebuilt, and supposedly her name is either Ellie or Eleanor but there is no real evidence for that either.”, you answered.

Long story short? John and your father sended you and Dean to find the graves of Mary and Eliza, while they and Sam tried to find the other girl's grave. You didn’t really want to, knowing that the drive from St. Augustine, Florida to South Portland, Maine is nearly a twenty hour drive and you don’t really feel like being on a day-long road trip with someone you just met.

Dean wouldn’t be so excited either, if you were a boy, but having a pretty thing like you in his passenger seat for the next twenty hours is a good consolation prize for missing all the action here. So against your own will, you gathered your things from the shared hotel room with your Dad and made your way to the Impala. You said short goodbyes to your father, before starting your trip with Dean to Maine. The trip was actually a lot more fun than you would’ve thought, he wasn’t as Bad as you thought, even with a decent enough music taste for your liking. Two hours into the trip, you stopped at a little Gas Station to fill up the car, you waited next to Dean talking a bit about past experiences with hunting and School before making your way in.

“Wanna see something?”, you asked him with a smirk. “Sure, what is it?”, he asked. “I bet I can get at least two things out of there without him noticing.”, you said and stopped Dean, pointing to the middle aged man who’s hair had probably seen a shower ten years ago. “Yeah and how would you do that?”, he asked, raising a brow and giving you his signature smirk.

“He looks like he has seen real tits the last time when he was maybe twenty, if even.” “That means?”, Dean continued. “What do you want?”, you simply asked. “Planters Cheez Balls.” “All right.”, you smiled. Without a word you pulled your zipper from your leather jacket down, before bringing your Top a bit down, so that the cutout on your top just showed enough to distract the guy so he wouldn't notice you taking something.

Without a word you and Dean go in, Dean directly to the register to pay and you are looking for some snacks. Secretly you put some things in your pockets, while also checking that there are no security cameras on you, but luckily to you there somehow were none.

Afterwards you go to Dean, standing close to him, while at the same time distracting the guy at the register and as it turns out you were right. After no time of you bending over a bit, he was immediately distracted by your breasts. He was distracted enough so you could put some things in Dean's Jacket Pockets without him noticing. With one easy hand movement you told Dean to get out, you shortly went after him, the Dude not taking his eyes of you until you sat in Dean’s car with you both driving away.

“I can’t believe that worked.”, he said, while taking out two packages of the Cheez Balls he wanted. “The magic of being a girl, even though that dude was worse than some other guys I met.”, you laughed a bit, while pulling your shirt right. “You know, you were actually so talented to be right there when I needed to Pay.”, he stated, taking his eyes shortly off the road looking at you just to see you eating Nestles Butterfingers. “Well, those are my wonderful survival tactics I found while being on my own sometimes.”, you said smiling.

The rest of the Road trip was spent talking about how you two became hunters, somehow getting faster comfortable with each other than planned. At the End of the Hunt, aka shortly before your ways parted you and Dean exchanged numbers with each other promising to at least somehow try to stay in contact after that Hunt.

2002

Well a couple years later and you actually have done the thing and kept in contact. Over the past five years, you have seen Dean mostly when he decided, or was told, to go on Solo Hunting Trips. As said these trips weren’t always Solo, he just sometimes picked you up from your current place when you were close or you guys met in the middle and continued together. Just like today, but mostly because you were for the past two years on your own with hunting, while Dean still goes around with his Dad from time to time. Just as today after your finished Hunt you called Dean if the offer still stood with accompanying him. The Hunt was mostly another Salt and Burn from what you gathered in the short calls with him.

So when Dean turned up in the front of your Motel, you opened the trunk and put your bag beside his, before going to the passenger side and plopping in. Greeting him with one of your famous smiles he more than he let on adored.

“Well there is the Birthday Boy.”, you grinned at him. “You didn’t forget.”, he said, knowing that you would probably not live that down for today. “Well no, why would I forget the Birthday of my Best Friend?”, you smiled at him, while he started the engine.

While yes, Dean was your Best Friend, you also couldn’t deny the little tug in your heart when you said it. Finding out that you are in love with your best friend was a wild ride. The Hunter life wasn’t easy, fighting quite literally for life and death everyday of your life, but sometimes stuff like that couldn’t be stopped.

The realisation for you was actually on a hunt in Missouri in the wonderful year 2000, shortly after everyone thought the world was ending. The Ghost of an old Janitor, who lost his life during a fire in 1920, was out of control attacking actors and performers of the theater. During the research of the incident in the local library, Dean found some old News article about the fire in the theater, where it was written that the fire was supposedly started by a boiler exploding and then spreading to the cole bins. After he called you over, you bent down a bit behind him to read over his shoulder, putting your head on it better to say. It wasn’t unusual, as you two were more than once on a hunting trip together without your Dads. And if not, you somehow sometimes found a way to bring your Dads together for a Hunt so you guys had an excuse to spend time together. Both denying to feel something when Sam tried to play the card of one of you guys having feelings for each other. But even though touches like that were common between the two of you, you couldn’t deny that it felt a bit different this time at least for you.

You were more sure what that feeling was when Dean was slammed against one of the Walls in the theater from the Janitor. You both knew what the plan was, he was the distraction, you burned whatever was left from the dead Janitors Items he owned, but seeing him getting hurt this time somehow was more painful than before, you pushed it aside searching for the Item and then burning it finally. When you went back to the Motel, you helped him patch up and even though his body hurts like shit from getting slammed into a brick wall, he still decided to go out to a bar and pick up some girl he will meet. His reasoning being that it was probably the last time where he gets the chance to use his Fake-ID, since it isn’t long until he turns twenty-one. So you let him, spending the time alone figuring out what exactly happened all of a sudden in you to feel for Dean that way. Well in short it was fast to figure out, when you thought about Dean being with another girl and what maybe is happening now between them. You were in love with your best friend, which isn’t necessarily bad, giving you circumstances of being hunters it is. Things like that could cost your life, according to your own father.

Well two years later and your hope of the feelings going away was smashed with whatever is possible.

“So where are we going?”, you asked, looking at Dean with Metallica’s Ride the Lightning album playing in the Background. “Dad found something in Jersey, a simple salt and burn, at least that is what it sounds like.”, he said while driving away from the parking lot of the Motel you were at. “Let me guess, you don’t really think it is that easy?”, you added. “Was it ever that easy, sweetheart?”, he shot back with a smirk. “Touché, Buttercup.”, you commented.

He shot you a glance at the nickname you gave him, but all you did was smile innocently. You knew he hated it, but you couldn’t resist calling him by that name since you catched him watching Powerpuff girls that one time in the Motel room you guys were sharing. His defense though is that nothing good was on the channels and he at least wanted to watch something that is not boring.

In New Jersey you guys settled in a Motel, going directly into research Studies. It was the usual, people seeing or hearing stuff, some weather stuff, people going missing in the Pine Barrens. Going into the lore more you fastly found out that the “simple salt and burn” was something more the longer you stayed there.

You found out that the woods are actually, according to folklore, haunted by the Jersey Devil or also known as the Leeds Devil.

“What does the lore say about that Jersey-Devil-thing?”, Dean asked, after coming back from an FBI trip to one of the victims' families. “According to the people, folklore says that a woman named Deborah Leeds, also known as Mother Leeds, had twelve kids. After she found out that she was pregnant again for the thirteenth time, she cursed the child out of frustration. She declared that the child would be the Devil and on a stormy night in 1735 she birthed her child. It first was Human but later on transformed into a creature with hooves, a goat’s head, bat wings and a forked tail.”, you read your notes out loud for Dean. “So we have to do it with the child of a witch?”, he asked. “Well in some versions yes and the devil himself being the father, it is believed that local clergyman later tried to exorcise the creature from the Pine Barrens.”, you continued while standing up from your spot on your bed where you were sitting. “Okay, so we have a possible demon turned child from the 18th century?”, Dean exclaimed while opening his tie. “Well either that, or a myth that has manifested itself over the hundreds of years the story has been told.”, you explained. “What?” “Well, I dug a bit more into the whole Pine Barrens story. These woods had Gangs of Highwaymen, like Loyalist brigands, here who used to rob and attack travelers passing through the Barrens. The residents in the 18th and 19th century here were also deemed the dregs or outcast of society because of poor farmers, fugitives, brigands, native americans, runaway slaves and a bunch more. Pineys started to tell frightening stories about themselves and the Pine Barrens to keep outsiders and intruders away from them and the Pine Barrens. The people were then more demonized and vilified after two false eugenics studies were published during the early 20th century.”, you continued. “Wow, that makes it so much better.”; he mumbled while shrugging off his suit jacket. “Pretty much.”, you added. The next couple weeks are probably going to be fun.

Lucky to you guys you found out faster than you thought how to fight the Jersey Devil. As it turned out, the child of Deborah Leeds, existed and was born disabled the child sadly didn’t live for long before passing away. The rumors started fast after the passing, from some people who thought Deborah was a witch, even though she was not, to demonizing her and her child in other ways.

“You know, the story is pretty sad actually.”, you admitted while walking besides Dean. “Imagine birthing a child, the child being born disabled and dying because of it, just to be then made out as the Devil's kid and your mother being framed as witch or sleeping with the Devil.”, you continued. “Well, the people of the 18th Hunderts are some sick fucks. Especially since her Father-In-Law, seemed to be an asshole.”, Dean added to that.

Once you reached the well hidden and kept secret Leeds house, you started searching for the unmarked grave of the child. When you found it, you started digging it up which was probably your least favorite part about hunting. While Digging you started to hear noises from the woods around you, you paused and looked around thinking you were able to see something, but nothing and that again and again each time you heard something. Once you got out of the grave with Dean's help, you started to Salt the body of the maybe 1 year old child lying beneath you. Totally distracted in your thoughts, because of the faith that a child's soul took just because people were evil, you didn’t notice something coming at you and before Dean could interfere you were smacked away against the brick wall of the House ruins. Dean shot fast with the Shotgun filled with Bullets of salt to at least get rid of the Jersey Devil for a short time to go and help you up.

“You alright?”, he asked, concerned. “Yeah, shit- I will most definitely have more than just a few bruises tomorrow.”, you groaned in pain, pressing a hand against your temple. “Yeah, well that thing got you good.”, he stated. “Thanks sherlock. We should hurry, before that thing comes back.”, you noted before going back to the grave.

You got to empty the Salt box before it came back, this time you were able to dodge the attack, shooting your Shotgun, so it was gone again.

“Listen you burn the Body, I distract him, got it?”, you asked. “No, no you are not playing the bait here.”, Dean argued back, stopping what he was doing. “Well apparently, that thing is after me right now. So what do you expect? I’m not letting you do that.”, you argued back. Before Dean could bring an argument back, the thing came back to attack you. You put your Shotgun up to put another bullet through it, but nothing was coming.

“Shit!”, you yelled. “What?”, Dean yelled back. “My gun is empty, I forgot to reload the Bullets.”, you yelled and tried to think fast, you could still use the Gun, just with swinging, but the Gun part of it is steel and not pure Iron so that falls away. “What?! I- Here take mine, I only have like three bullets left.”, he yelled back while throwing his Gun over to you. You catched it and fired another Bullet at the Jersey Devil.

Two Bullets left and Dean is currently putting fuel over the Bones, you tried keeping a look out for the creature, but that thing had you faster on the ground with his tail than you can look. It stood over you, but before it could harm you another bullet went through the body making it disappear shortly. Well it wasn’t a fan of getting shot with Iron bullets and salt, so it just got angrier. If that was even possible. Not even two seconds later, you got again thrown against the wall of the House, letting the gun fall in the process. The forked tail of the Jersey Devil this time came at you with an inhuman speed, just to give you three major wounds across your upper body. You honestly made peace with the idea of dying that way by some weird Goat-Bat-thing with a tail, but before it could attack you again the monster went up in flames, releasing a headache giving scream.

The next thing that happened was you falling to the ground, trying to stop the bleeding with one Hand while looking up seeing Dean standing in front of the Burning grave, looking mad, probably the maddest you have ever seen him in the five years you have known him. You probably would have continued adoring him, if there were not the aching in your stomach area with three long wounds that are currently bleeding like shit.

“Dean, as much as warm that fire may be, I would really appreciate some help here.”, you moaned in pain. “Shit yeah, sorry.”, Dean immediately ran over to you, helping you up, which you only commented with a groan since the wounds burn like hell.

You guys started to walk back to the Impala, but on the way you started to get more limb because of the pain. “Hey, wow sweetheart. Come don’t give up here, yea? We’re nearly there.”, he said, while supporting your body more and more. “Mhm, yeah. I’m just starting to feel a bit tired.”, you mumbled, not really walking anymore while your vision is slowly drifting from clear to blurry. “Hey, no no no: Stay awake, you are not falling asleep alright? I need you to stay awake.”, he said, you probably would tease him by the way he starts to panic while watching your eyes close for a couple of seconds each time. His mind raced probably faster than Baby could drive, while at the same time picking you up bridal style to sprint to the car, and shortly making the decision to bring you to the nearest hospital.

When you woke up, you didn’t notice Dean sitting next to your bed, in the same clothes he brought you in that still had your blood on them. Dean also didn’t notice you waking up squinting your eyes at the bright hospital lights, his leg bouncing up and down, thoughts eating him up because of what could have happened.

“Dean?”, you croaked looking to where the sounds came from. “You’re awake.”, he said in awe, looking at you. You nodded slowly. “Wait, I’m going to get a doctor.”, he mumbled, before getting up and leaving.

You looked out of the window, seeing you were still in the same small town and while recalling the last moments before you passed out in Dean's car, he and a doctor came in with an extra nurse. “Well, good morning Mrs. Bon Jovi. Glad to see that you are awake.”, the doctor said, while you shot Dean an unnoticeable glance. “I panicked.”, he mouthed. “How long was I away.”, you asked with a slight raspy voice. “Well, with the blood loss and the concussion you had based on your accident. Two days.”, the doctor stated. “I’m gonna get some water.”, Dean said before going out of the Hospital room. “Do you remember what happened?”, he asked you. “No.”, you stated. Which was a lie, but you couldn’t really tell the doctor that you were fighting the Jersey Devil because you wanted to get rid of him. “Well, according to your Husband who hasn’t left your side for the past two days. You had an accident, or an attack with a wild animal who did that to you.”, He stated the facts. “Well if my Husband said that, it must be true.”, you joked, giving the Doc a small smile. “Well, I can see that you can joke, which is good.”, he said, returning the smile.

Dean came back with the water right before the doctor could say more, handing the water to you so you could take a sip.

“How long until she is released?”, Dean asked, sitting down. “Well, we would like to keep her for at least like another day or two. Keeping an eye out on the stitches we needed to give her and to see if she got any more complications like from the concussion.”, he said, while giving Dean a short glance before focussing back to you. “Well thank you then, is there anything more we need to know?”, Dean asked, and if your Head wouldn’t hurt right now, you would have said that Dean sounded a bit jealous. “If the patient hasn’t got anything I’m pretty much done.” “Only a bit of a headache, but that's the only thing.”, you said while laying your head back into the pillow. “I’m gonna let that do the nurse, alright?”, he asked, pointing to the nurse checking the vitals in the back. You just nodded, just now noticing that the Doctor is probably just a few years older than you and pretty handsome actually. “Good, then I will see you later.”, he said finally with a smile and a small squeeze to your hand that was lying on the Bed. You returned the smile, before looking back to Dean noticing a look on him you have never seen before. “Are you alright?”, you asked as soon as the doctor left the room with the nurse. “Yeah, totally.”, he grumbled, taking a sip from his coffee cup. You muster him from top to bottom with a small smile on your lips. “You look like you haven’t slept for the past two days.”, you mumbled, before taking your cup of water and drinking something. The water feeling nice in your dry throat. Before Dean could say something the nurse came back in to give you the medication against your headache, when she left you spoke up again. “You should change.”, you stated matter of factly. “What?”, he asked, like he just got pushed out of a deep thought. “your clothes, you’ve probably been sitting here for two days in blood dried clothes.”, you mention. “Oh, yeah. Uhm I actually got our clothes here.”; he pointed to the two duffle bags on the ground. “Okay, then go shower I’m fine alright?”, you said looking at him. You could see that he wanted to argue back, but instead he chose to actually listen and go shower, probably finally feeling the blood dried clothes sticking to his skin.

When he came out of the shower you opened your eyes again, seeing a fresh but still tired looking Dean. He put the clothes in the duffel bag before returning to the Chair that has also been his bed for the past two days.

“Can I ask you something?”, you started quietly, disturbing the sound of the TV which was at the moment playing Scooby Doo. “Sure.”, he answered. “Why didn’t you leave? I mean, your Dad is probably mad as hell at you for not being back already.”, you stated matter of factly. “Yeah, well here was something more important than going back to hunting with my father.”, he mumbled, not tearing his eyes off the TV. “I’m not important Dean.”, you said. “What?”, he asked, looking at you. “I’m not important, Dean. It would have been alright if you would have left.”, you answered casually. “Wow, hold your horses here. Who told you that?”, Dean asked. “Dean, this life we live kills us probably before we are 60. THere are more important things than me or anything.”, you argued. “What’s that supposed to mean?”, he fired back. “That I wouldn’t have been mad if that thing we fought had killed me, or at least the complications afterwards.”, you argued back looking at him. “Don’t you dare say that ever again.”, he stood up from the chair with a force that kicked the chair nearly over. “What? It is the truth. It’s like a prophecy that you can’t change. I spent twenty-two nearly twenty-three years hoping that something would change in some way, shape or form, but that isn’t going to happen. I will probably die alone somewhere, because some demon bastard is better than me. I have given up the fact that I will never find a Partner to get married or have kids with, I feel like l am a fool in a fable, Dean. Fuck, even my Dad said that I was giving myself too much hope and that nobody wants people like us, like me, not even people that share the same life.”, you blurted out with tears building up in your eyes, blurring your vision. “Your Dad is full of shit firstly. Secondly, there is most definitely a guy out there who wants you. I mean, who wouldn’t? You are probably the best person I have met, you’re probably the only one that somehow seems to not get pushed down by the shit they see everyday. You’re so fucking strong and I hate that you can’t see that. You are so much more than you think you are.”, Dean argued back, his body getting tense. “Why do you believe that?”, you asked, a tear escaping your eye. “Because you are my Best Friend, that's why!”, he snapped back. A little humorous smile turned up on your face, while you turned your head away from him. “Why are you smiling? What’s so fucking funny?!”, he demanded from you, looking at you in disbelief. “Your Best Friend, huh?”, you mumbled, voice lower than before. “Yes, you have been my best friend for the last five years! If you can’t remember!”, he snapped back. You just nodded, drying the tear that streamed down your face.. “What?”, he looked at you, not believing what he was hearing. “Nothing.”, you just said, trying not to blurt out the truth. “What is wrong? Tell me.”, he demanded. After not answering and him bugging you to know what is wrong you finally snapped. “I am in fucking love with you! Alright! Are you happy?”, you finally answered.

That was definitely a deer caught in the Headlights moment for Dean, well for one, you just confessed your love for him, for the second he doesn’t know how to answer that in words more to say. Which is why he does the next best thing, surprising you in the moment. He kissed you.

Well that was new, even though you had seen and imagined that happening, nothing could have beaten the real thing. Dean's lips on yours moving against each other, was definitely something that only happened in your dreams, but ten times more intense in real life with his hands on your cheeks. Even though you wished you guys first kiss wasn’t in a hospital with you in a Bed, but at the same time nothing probably could ever compare. Every moment has to end at some point, so even though you and Dean would love to stay like this, air is something you both needed.

“Don’t ever say that again, you are important, alright? Because you have no idea what you mean to me.”, he muttered just a few inches away from your face. To stunned from the Kiss you just nodded at him. “What cat got your tongue?”, he teased. “No, but a certain green eyed asshole does.”, you teased back with a smile on your face. All Dean could do was smile and reconnect your lips with his again, savoring the moment in all the ways he could.

“You know, I think you had enough hours of sleep on the Hospital chair, come here.”, you said when you parted, sliding as good as you can a bit to the side on your hospital Bed. Even if Dean would have loved to protest, he honestly couldn’t sleep another night on that uncomfortable chair.

He laid down next to you after kicking off his boots, making himself comfortable on the side next to yours. When you silently snuggled closer to him, to put your head on his chest, he put his arm around you, hand resting on your waist, while the other hand went to yours on his chest.

“Is that okay?”, he mumbled, not knowing if lying like that is in any way uncomfortable for you. “Yeah, the pain medication they gave me is actually pretty strong.”, you mumbled, looking up to him. “Alright then.”, he smiled at you, what you returned. “And sorry for what I said a couple minutes ago actually, I was just honestly frustrated with everything.”, you admitted after looking back at the TV. “It’s alright, we all have been there.”, he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, thumb slowly brushing over the back of your hand. “Thank you for not leaving. You know?”, you mumbled looking up to him. “Believe me I would have kicked myself in the ass if I would have left you in this situation. Nothing was more important than that in the moment.”, he assured. You smiled and pecked his lips shortly, before putting your head back down on his chest. “You know that you're not getting rid of me now, right? Even though I need to admit your look of Jealousy earlier, it was priceless.”, you snickered. “Well first off, if I wanted to get rid of you I would have done that five years ago. Secondly, that Doctor? He was flirting with you.”, he defended himself. “Well, he is handsome from what I could gather.”, you started. “Thank you for that.”, Dean immediately said. “Hey, let me finish. But he isn’t you. No one could ever be or beat that.”, you finished your sentence. “Better stay true to that Sweetheart.”, he grumbled, which brought a giggle out of you. Even though Dean tried to look annoyed, you could hear and feel his heart skipping a beat after you said that.

A/N: This is way longer than I wanted it to be, but research about haunted places was way more interesting than I thought. If some Sam and Colby fans are reading this, I unconsciously picked the St. Augustine's Lighthouse without realizing that they went there a while ago. (the Jersey Devil was done on purpose). Anyways, to the Jersey Devil, the part with the 13th child being disabled and then dying because of complications plus manifesting as the Jersey Devil  was completely my idea for the plot. Deborah Leeds (according to my research) never had a 13th child, and if she had one it was either a stillbirth or a child with a disability which died. But Fun Fact, all three Hunts are based on real Places for the people who don’t know.

Taglist: @lieutenantchaos

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Fraternity Fever

Jake X Reader

CW:weed, alcohol, oral, sexual intercourse

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Chapter 5

Jake POV

You grabbed her hand as you walked to your Jeep. You were always the driver when the whole group decided to go somewhere, it had been decided that it was safer than letting the others drive, and plus when you drove you got to choose exactly when you all went home. Jayden and Josh had decided to drive separately. You watched as Y/N sat in your passenger seat, and Danny and Sam climbed into your backseat.

“She took my seat!” Sam whined as he closed the door, a scowl on his face.

“Sam, shut up! I’m literally paying for dinner,” she joked, turning her head slightly to look at him, her eyes glistening in the sunlight.

“Yeah, Sammy boy, shut up!” you chuckled back and slowly put your hand on her thigh while pulling out of the driveway.

It wasn’t too long of a drive - only about twenty minutes - before you decided where you wanted to go. Of course, Sam wanted some weird indie place where they choose what you eat. You all had settled on somewhere quiet, somewhere that wouldn’t be too busy. Live music was a common occurrence here, and thus it was somewhere that you went quite often. It was a good way to learn about new bands and become introduced to new kinds of music.

As expected, it wasn’t too busy when you walked in. Only a few of the tables were taken, and there was still a booth available in the back corner. A soft sigh left your lips in relief. You were seated quickly, you and Y/N across from Danny and Sam. You could constantly feel their eyes on you, watching your every movement. Your hand didn’t leave her thigh as you perused through the menu. The conversation had slightly lulled, catching the two boys whispering to each other, sneaking glances at you.

As Sam’s face began to contort into a smile, you swiftly shot your leg out, connecting with his shin. He jumped, furrowing his eyebrows at you.

“Hey! What was that for?” he complained, like a child who had just been scolded.

“You know exactly what that was for, now be quiet, it’s time to order.”

As the waiter made his way over, you noticed his eyes perusing through the group, before finally landing on Y/N. You found yourself feeling a pang of possessiveness, moving your hand from her thigh, to wrapping it around her shoulders, pulling her into you slightly. She didn’t seem to notice the interaction, simply calming under your touch. The waiter seemed to catch the message quickly, turning his eyes to Danny.

As the boys ordered, you leaned towards her, whispering the cheesiest line that you could think of - “So, I guess you’re not on the menu?”

She chuckled, shaking her head at you. You would have given your life to replay that moment over, and over - her laugh filled your ears, and left them ringing. It was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard and you couldn’t help but want to do everything in your power to hear it again.

Y/N POV

You found yourself feeling almost anxious around him. Yeah, you had spent time alone with him before, but this felt different. This time he had made a choice. He had chosen you over his fears. You replayed the conversation over, and over in your head.

“I’m here, and I’m here for good.”

You didn’t fight the smile that came across your lips, taking a moment to look over at him as the waiter explained the specials of the night. His eyes were beautifully illuminated in the dim, warm lights. His hair had been pulled back behind his ears, resting on his shoulders. You could have spent the entire night just looking at him.

“Helloooooooo…. Y/N?” a voice interrupted your train of thought. You flinched, finding the eyes of Danny to be looking back at you.

“Oh! Uh.. I..” you began, falling over your words. You had been too caught up to decide what you wanted to eat. You turned towards Jake for help, who quickly obliged.

Somehow, he ordered perfectly for you.

You hummed a quiet “thank you” before resting your head onto his shoulder, the smile returning to your face. You were right where you wanted to be and you couldn’t have been happier. As the boys spoke amongst themselves, you found yourself looking around the restaurant - you hadn’t been here before.

A couple was sat in one of the booths across from you, leaning on their elbows, talking to each other in quiet whispers. They seemed content - with not a single care in the world. Your eyes softened as you watched before turning your attention back to your own table.

“Y/N, what’s got you so distracted tonight?” Sam asked, a slight tinge of concern in his voice.

“Oh, I’ve just got an assignment due soon, trying to come up with a title for it” you replied, almost impressing yourself with your ability to lie on the spot.

In reality, it was Jake.

The way that his hand had found a resting place on your shoulder. The way that his thumb was running over and back, across your arm. The way that he looked at you, with the love of a thousand suns within his eyes. He listened to you like you were the only person on earth, hanging on to every word like it would be the last thing that he would ever hear.

Oh how quickly things can change.

Just a few days ago, he wouldn’t have let you even look at him twice, and here you were, resting on his shoulder, talking to his brothers.

As you considered how the situation had changed, two more joined you. You furrowed your eyebrows, tilting your head slightly.

“What took you two so long? We ordered for you,” Jake spoke before you could, almost as if he was reading your thoughts.

Josh frowned slightly, before jumping into a rant about the traffic, how Jake was impossible to follow when he was driving, how Jayden had picked terrible music, how you hadn’t told him what restaurant you were going to.

“You’re such a diva,” you giggled, poking him as he slid in beside you. He was quick to protest, causing Danny to laugh, shaking his head. It wasn’t long before the food came, sitting up in your seat in order to reach the table.

As you removed yourself from him for a moment, you saw Jake’s face frown ever so slightly in your peripheral vision. You smiled softly at him, resting a hand on his knee, seemingly calming his mind.

Sam ate like he had never been fed before - finishing his meal in inhuman speeds. As he sat back, he pulled his phone from his pocket, clearly typing, before elbowing Danny. Catching the hint, Danny pulled his own phone out, clicking onto a notification, and laughing.

Jake POV

As you followed her eyes, towards where the boys were sat, it quickly clicked that they were texting each other. And so, you flew up in your seat, grabbing the phone from Danny and sitting back down. In fairness to him, he did his best to grab it back from you, almost leaping over the table, before giving up, both him and Sam hanging their heads.

Fuck Ass Sam: No bro they’re literally eye-fucking each other there’s no chance theyre not getting it on ill bet you ten dollars rn

You: Yeah sure LMAO you know what he’s like. Lick em’ and kick em’

Fuck Ass Sam: PLSSSS bet or no bet?

You: Okay fine, bet.

Fuck Ass Sam: I’m just gonna ask him

You: No you won’t that’s the dumbest thing you’ve said all day, what would you even ask?

Fuck Ass Sam: “Hey brother are you fuckin’ that girl bc if youre not im gonna!”

As you read the texts, your eyes shot up. “Wow.” you hummed, turning the phone away from her so that she wouldn’t see. You didn’t want her to know the way that the two of them spoke about her.

You sat up in your seat once more, before locking the phone, and placing it back down onto the table.

“I’m going to say this once, and let me make it crystal fucking clear. If I ever see you, or hear you talking about her like this again, you’re done. You’re out of the frat, and you’re out of my life. I’m not fucking playing.” Your voice was still, noticing Josh turning around to look at you.

He pulled the phone back up from the table, unlocking it, and reading over the texts. He hummed quietly, nodding his head.

“Let’s not fight right now, guys, come on, let’s just eat, we can talk about it later,” he offered, clearly doing his best to deescalate the situation. He knew better than anyone what your temper was like, and how quickly it could get nasty.

“I’ve got nothing else to say. I’ve said my piece,” you replied, taking the phone from Josh’s hands and pushing it across the table back to Danny.

Noticing Y/N’s eyes on you, you turned, before shaking your head slightly. “Believe me when I say that you don’t want to know.” She nodded slightly, before returning to her previous position, eating her food in silence.

“Dude, calm down. It was just-” Sam began, moving his hands as he spoke. A frown fell over his face, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to explain himself. Danny cut him off quickly, elbowing him into the ribs.

“Let it go. Let it go.” he repeated, before Sam finally gave up.

As you turned away from them, you heard a quiet whisper from Danny. “I’ll try to talk to him later.”

The meal seemed to drag on after the interaction, filled with awkward silences only interrupted by Josh rambling on about his day.

As soon as it was over, you almost raced to the car, the rest of them piling in after you. Josh suggested dropping Jayden back home, which Y/N agreed to, saying that she was going to stay over for just a little longer before going home.

Unlocking the door, you made your way inside, her hand in yours, before sitting down onto the couch. Sam followed after, sheepishly. He knew that he was in trouble, and he would take Josh being mad at him over you any day.

You stared at him as he sat onto one of the seats across from you, Danny joining soon after. They exchanged glances between each other, clearly not wanting to be the first one to speak.

“Jake, we were only joking, we didn’t think you’d actually read them,” Danny began, his voice low.

“Yeah, we were just playing! You two have been so weird and confusing and…” Sam chimed in, before his voice trailed off.

“I don’t care that you were joking. You said what you said. You know better than to play with these kinds of things, Danny. And you, Sam, I would have thought that you would have learned your lesson after last time.”

You remembered the argument that had been started once you found out that Sam had been sleeping with Ashlee. It had been the worst fight that the two of you had ever had, ending up sitting in the kitchen with Josh as he ran a wet rag over your knuckles, apologizing over and over.

It had taken months for you two to calm down at each other and had very nearly torn the entire family apart.

As you spoke, Sam’s face dropped. He seemed to have forgotten about what had happened and how you had reacted.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again, Jake, I swear, never again!” he argued, his face soft. You nodded your head towards the two of them, before speaking once again.

“You were warned after the last time what would happen if I ever found you trying to pull that shit again. We won’t be talking about this again, this is your final chance, and I mean it.” Your voice was cold as you spoke before you pulled yourself up from the couch, leaving the two to stew in their thoughts.

Y/N followed you up the stairs, having not said a single word to anyone since you left the car. You could tell that she was confused, but certainly preferred that over her knowing what had actually happened.

Y/N POV

You walked after him, finding yourselves on the balcony once more. The breeze infiltrated your skin, forcing a chill up your spine.

He sat onto one of the chairs, pulling you down onto his lap. You pulled your knees up, laying across him, his fingers gently wrapping around strands of your hair, pulling them through before allowing them to fall once again.

“Are you gonna tell me what all that was about?” you asked, your voice quiet. You could tell that it had had an effect on him - you’d never seen him speak to anyone like that, especially Sam.

“It doesn’t matter, it’s over now. Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about,” he replied, planting a soft kiss onto your forehead. It was clear that he was doing his best to protect you. You trusted him, taking his word for it.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, before the cold finally got to you. He noticed your shivers, picking you up with ease, and making his way inside. He shut the door behind him, before sitting you onto the bed.

“Jake I gotta go, I told Jayd-” you began, before he pulled you into him. He was warm, and his touch made you completely lose your train of thought, relaxing into him.

“Just text her n’ tell her you’re busy,” he hummed, his voice low. He had buried his head into the crook of your neck, barely able to hear him.

“I can’t, I gotta-” you began once more, being cut off once again.

“Stay with me. Please”

With that, your mind was made up. You stayed with him that night, intertwined with each other. Each and every time you would stir, his arms would wrap around you once more, pulling you further into him.

He tended to speak in his sleep, mumbling about the most random things. You found yourself laying awake into the early hours, turning around to face him. You knew that you’d be tired in the morning, but in all honesty, you didn’t care. You just wanted to watch him, to take in everything that you could about him, his face had softened significantly. He had pulled his hair into a low bun to keep it out of the way. Even his smell was enchanting - you found yourself inhaling deeper than you thought that you could, wanting to remember each and every moment that you had with him.

He had you wrapped around his little finger, to say the least, but it was right where you wanted to be.

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A perfect match?

“A perfect match?” Masterlist

Everything was different when you opened your eyes. Everything was different once again. Without knowing where you were, you sat up, rubbed your tired eyes and took a look around you. A pair of bright green eyes starred back at you through the dark. Hearing a deep rumbling voice saying that everything is fine now , you felt a shiver run down your spine and everything turned. The darkness welcomed you back once again…

Series warning: ABO Dynamics, Smut, Unprotected PIV , Scenting, Knotting, Language, age gap, Claiming, Breeding Kink, Age Gap

Chapter 3: What Now?

Summary: Y/N and Dean each talk about their impressions on the choosing ceremony.

Chapter warning: Smut, Unprotected Sex, piv, no expression of consent, rape I guess, choking, knotting, claim g, ABO Dynamics, Angst

Word count: 2.7k

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Y/N p.o.v.

Upon waking up you felt that today was different, you felt like today would be the day you have been waiting and prepared for ever since you were admitted to the care facility in Texas.

After rising and getting ready a Beta nurse came into your room, followed by an Alpha doctor who smiled down at you: “You were chosen for the ceremony today. I will only be doing one last check up to ensure you’re in perfect health and afterwards you are supposed to follow the nurses orders.” After asking a couple questions and the check up, consisting of measuring your weight and taking a look in your throat, as well as other things, the doctor declared you healthy and gave you a paper cup filled with liquid.

You looked at him with questions in your eyes but dared no to say anything and gulped it down: It tasted like peppermint. Then following the nurse to the showers she told you to wash and style your hair, as well as shave your body, she left you to do so. After following her orders, you blow dried your hair and took the silk robe that was laid out for you and then left the room. Outside were two other girls, one a little taller than you with brunette hair and long legs, the other a little plump with short hair. All of you were dressed in the same silk robe. You then followed the nurse towards the ceremony room, where each of you got their own seat. The nurse left you and your body felt very sleepy afterwards but your mind was wide awake. They probably gave you a sedative to make the whole process easier and more bearable for you.

Meanwhile Dean is driving towards the facility:

He absolutely hating what he was doing today, Sammy only encouraged him during the drive to the facility. He was an Alpha as well but since he was younger than Dean himself he didn’t have any trouble with his ruts yet. Never ever would Dean have gone to decide over a poor girls fate if he hadn’t nearly died during his last rut. The older he got the more they troubled him, as in physical pain and really high fevers. Sammy even brought him to the hospital because he didn’t know what to do. The doctor there asked if Dean had mated yet. After answering he was strongly advised to get an Omega to help him through his ruts because at 33 his body needed, it ached, after having a mate, after bonding.

“Sammy, I really don’t know about this. We can’t possibly have another person to look after. It is difficult enough already to keep us safe”, Dean said in his low rumbling voice, looking straight ahead over the road the two were driving on in his Chevy Impala. “Dean, I am quite certain you will do the girl a great favor claiming her”, his brother answered. “But why do you think so?” “Well, there are a lot of bad people out there. I think you will give your mate a good life and care for her well. Stop worrying so much and do what’s best for your health. If you guys don’t get along she can spend her time however she pleases and you two just help each other through heats and ruts. No one is talking about having pups!”, Sam tried to encouraged him. “So, you’re telling me to be happy to make a girl my rut bunny?”, Dean only growled at him even though knowing that he was right. Living with the two of you the girl would be safe and have the freedom to choose her own free time activities, as well as living the way she wants to. “Look, Dean, that’s not what I said.”, Sam answered, liking his lips and choosing the next words very carefully, “I am sure you will find a good girl and make the right choice today. You shouldn’t worry too much and let it all get to your head.”

Dean slowly nodded, knowing he was right and then pulled into the parking lot of the facility. Said facility looks like a prison from the outside, barbed wire, high fences.

The two of them got out of the car, identified the entrance and walked towards it. After checking their ID’s and the clear marked red “A” on the right the brothers were granted entrance, walking towards the reception desk. Sam cleared his throat and Dean began to state the reason for his visit. Afterwards Sam sat down in the waiting area and Dean followed the pretty blonde Beta assistant into the interview room, checking out her butt. Sitting down, he looked at the paper in front of him and raised an eyebrow. “This always happens, to make sure you’re in the right state of mind to care for your Omega and have a stable income and background to support both of you. Please fill it out Sir. Afterwards you will be seen by a doctor and then you can tell the ceremony assistant what you’re looking for in an Omega so that we can bring out the best fits for you”, the blonde said smiling brightly at him. Dean smiled back, he couldn’t resist and would habe like to take the girl to a motel room. Sorting through the papers he wrote everything down, not quite the truth though but as best as he could. The doctors interview soon followed, he was declared healthy and was then presented with the ceremony assistant. Said assistant was a Beta as well, he could smell it. Nether the less she was really good looking as well, a tall brunette. Now wondering if being good looking was a requirement to work her, she bombarded him with questions. She wanted to know if his Omega should be tall, skinny, athletic, how old she should be and if she was supposed to have any special skills…. Dean answered all her questions and was then told to get back to the waiting room, whilst choosing the girls he decided on. “I really hope you do like the selection, Sir, if you don’t we can then see what went wrong and select once again until you’re please with our offer.”, she said smiling and went towards the waiting room with you where you sat back down next to Sam. “That were a lot of questions and big decisions for the short time”, Dean mumbled to himself and then looked at Sam who was reading a newspaper.

Y/N p.o.v

You drifted off to sleep, waking up when the door opened. Your body was still so tired but you were extremely excited and mortified of what was to come. Trying to move you felt that but your hands were bound to the seat you were sitting in and now your eyes were covered a mask as well.

From what it sounded like at least two people entered the room. The first scent was familiar but the second was incredible, it made you feel hot and your skin tingle. You took another breath, taking it all in not quite able to say what it smelled like other than comfort. The people moved and the scent came ever closer to you, it seemed like you weren’t the first in line. Now the scent was directly in front of you. It hit you like a truck! The man smelled of expensive cologne, musky, but also like a fresh ocean breeze with a scent of amber. He also smelled like whiskey. An extreme heat and comfort overcame you. Never having felt this save, this men made you calm and stopped your anxiety. You could feel him coming closer, his mouth close to your eye, taking a deep breath in - inhaling you and then whispering in you ear: “You don’t need to worry anymore, darling. I will take you out of this place.” His voice was only a low rumble but it unleashed a fire in you and after he withdrew his face from yours all you could smell was him.

“I want her.”, he said, his voice a melody in your brain, making your insides tumble. You could afterwards feel that he left the room because the warmth and his smell got less intense but he left an extreme impression on you.

Someone unclasped your wrists from the seat and helped you up. Outside the nurse said: “You are one lucky girl! The Alpha choose you and he is extremely handsome. He will go down to the office to get all of the paperwork done, sign the license and will come for you afterwards. He has to at least claim you right here so you can’t be returned.” She then brought you into the next room, sitting you down on a bed and tying you to the bed post. “Best of luck Y/N, I really hope he is good to you. He seemed like a kind and charming men”, she said before leaving. Still wearing the mask you thought about the nurses words whilst eagerly waiting for your Alpha.

You couldn’t exactly tell how long you waited but after a while the door opened again and the warm feeling came over you again. Both of you took a deep breath at the same time. He chuckled, afterwards saying: “Hey little one. I take no pleasure in what’s going to happen next but they won’t let us go unless I made you mine.” You felt the bed dip under his weight and he pulled you in his lap, taking of the eye mask that prohibited your sight. After blinking a couple of times your eyes got used to the light and you looked around you. Straight across was the door, next to it on the wall hung lots of different sex toys. The sight of it mad you self conscious, freaking you out. His big hands slightly patted your back and you looked down, sitting on his clothed lap on a nice big bed, your hands still tied to the bed post. He cleared his throat and you shifted on him, leaving him groaning which made you turn and you took in his facial features for the first time. Him taking in yours in the same way.

The nurse was right, he was extremely handsome: Strong features with high cheekbones. His face was dusted with freckles and he had nice full lips, his face was covered with a light beard. His dirty blond hair was short on the sides and a little longer on top of his head. Then you found the courage to look into his eyes for the first time: They were green. Greener than anything you had ever seen and most beautiful as well. You didn’t even see the small wrinkles around his eyes, uncovering his age. He then smiled a wicked grin, as if he was pleased with what he was seeing. “I will take the ropes of your wrists now. I just thought you would freak out on me if I took them off first thing.”, he said, while freeing your wrists, “I’m Dean by the way.” You did not quite feel confident enough to look into his eyes, saying: “My name is Y/N. Nice to meet you.” He then lifted up your head and crashed his lips onto yours. You kissed him back, enjoying the way his lips felt on yours. He immediately took control, his one hand pulling you closer at the small of your back, the other on your right cheek. You leaned closer to him, one arm around his neck, the other hand finding it’s way into his hair. You then started pulling at it and he groaned into your mouth. The kiss heated up and he took off his shirt, revealing his toned upper body and his strong arms. You right hand left his hair and how traced the muscles on his chest lightly. He seemed to really enjoy what you were doing and then flipped you over, him now on top of you. The robe you were wearing slid upwards through the sudden movement and he put his knee between your legs. His kisses turned sloppy and left your mouth to kiss towards your neck. You let out a small moan when he reached the crook of your neck and he slightly bit at the spot, breathing in your scent and liking over your scent gland. “I will take this off of you now, sweetheart. If there is anything you don’t like me doing please stop me. I want you to enjoy this as much as I will”, he says into your ear with a low voice. He moves a little away from your face with his, looking you deep in the eye, revealing his darkened features, hungry for your touch. You were so mesmerized with his face that you didn’t even notice him taking off his jeans and underwear. He then untied the rope, brushing his calloused big hands over every inch of your body. Dean groaned when he noticed you weren’t wearing underwear. He touched your breasts and made your nipples stiffen, whilst kissing you with everything he had. His touch soon trailed downwards to your belly. You stiffened at his touch and he just growled “Omega” against your lips. The Omega in you instantly submitted and you opened your legs immediately and his hands traveled lower, caressing your inner thighs. He came closer to your center with every touch. At last he made contact with your dripping pussy, you just now discovered how wet, ready and desperate you were for him. He lined himself up with your entrance. “It will hurt at first but then turn into pleasure, I promised”, he said whilst pushing himself completely into you. You gasped for air and he withdrew very quickly, snapping his hips forward one more time and breaking your maidenhead, making you his in every way. He then held still for a couple seconds for you to adjust to his massive length, only know feeling how well equipped he was and how well he filled you up. Dean began to move once again and your gasps turned into small moans that seemed to turn him on even more. His hand came between you and he touched your little pearl in the most satisfying way possible. You felt an unfamiliar warmth build up in you and Dean encouraged you, whilst pressing butterfly kisses, all over your neck to relax and see what happens. You follow his order and experience your first orgasm. He helps you through your hip and his thrusts soon became sloppy because of your clenching walls around his penis.

Suddenly he pulls out and growls: “Present Omega!” You immediately get on all fours, your ass up towards him, your face close to the pillows. He then enters you from behind, moaning at the contact made, seemingly enjoying himself. You could feel his tip get bigger, assuming he was ready to knot you. His hand creeps up to your throat and he squeezes it whilst hammering into you at a fast pace. His hand around your lower belly he pulls you up so your back is pressed against his chest whilst fucking you relentlessly. Deans lips come to your neck and ever closer to your scent gland once again. But instead of putting butterfly kisses to it, he bites down this time, hard. You scream in pain and whilst still biting and sucking at your neck he spilled his knot in you, pushing you full of his fluids. The pain vanished as quickly as it arouse and now you’re a moaning mess under his touch once again, whilst he licks over your neck again and again.

The both of you collapse on the bed and he pulls you as close as possible, his knot still inside you. “Your mine now Omega”, he whispers into your ear, brushing a hair bending it: “I will take good care of you sweetheart.” You then passed out in his big, strong arms.

Dean then slowly pulls out of you and cleans you up without you noticing. He dresses himself, wrapping you in his big leather jacket and picking you up as if you weigh nothing to carry you towards the waiting room. Sam gets up, as soon as he sees the both of you and offers to drive home so that Dean could sit in the backseat with you, your head on his lap, breathing in his scent, sleeping soundly…