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itsakpopalypse · 5 years ago

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Kim Sehyoon : Astrology ask- How he would be romantically

“hii 😊 can you do an astrology reaction like chan’s but with Sehyoon? thank you so much in advance!”- @naomik1999

Of course ! glad to do so !! Here you are ! I hope you like it !

A/N there will be 18+ included below the cut !!

Okay !! Starting with pure fluff and explanation of his overall chart

this baby

oh my god he is so precious

okay so we know he is a Taurus sun

but did you know he has a LEO rising?

lowkey means he has this strong confident presence that intimidates people yet draws them in

he is so lively and interesting to watch that you are like👀👀

and he seems like he would be outgoing on first glance

but his sun and moon balance out that strong firey energy SO beautifully

with a Taurus sun he is somewhat more calm and will have a very steady aura

like you get near him and feel more grounded just for it

beautiful fixed earth energy in action let me tell you

as you know fixed tends to mean unmovable and it is lucky for him he has a more mutable moon or that would eventually cause conflict

his instinct is still probably to dig his heels in but he will come around quickly

let’s talk what a Taurus sun means for his relationships

ever met one? they are . so . Cuddly by nature,

Maybe not first meeting someone but when they he becomes comfortably used to a person he will go at the hugs and physical affection with his whole chest

expect

forehead kisses (oh my god im sofft)

hand holding

picking you up for absolutely no reason except that he wants you c l o s e r

tend to be very physical, artistic and sexual by nature.

so expect lots of touch

please take care of his heart he is not going to want to express it in words but Taurus’s are soooooo easily hurt.

they are slow to anger so don’t expect any fights really

he will be logical and intelligent

but if you do fight he may take a while to cool down after

Pisces moon.

i have said it before I will say it again

SO MANY FEELINGS

okay so with Pisces especially in moon this means a few things

sensitive

they give people SO many chances to break their hearts

you will have to be so supportive

he will need to be held sometimes

you might be the lil spoon

its cute

but we know he thicc thicc

so you know it’ll probably translate to him laying his head on your thighs and staring up at you with stars in his eyes

because he is so s o f t for you

Pisces moon is so romantic

he will be constantly trying to make you smile because it will be his whole world

god the PAINTINGS he will do of and for you

Sehyoon is so deeply artistic and he expresses himself through his art

so especially with the Taurus sun being a hindrance on putting his feelings into words he will find a way to do it through his art

expect lyrics and paintings

he might do your nails when they are chipped

try to learn how to do your make up and hair

he is so affectionate i am getting so soft

i don’t normally mention it but his Mercury is notable

since his mercury is Taurus it means he will be practical, and very

very

dexterous

that will come back in the 18+ section i just needed to put it out there cause BIG OOF

his venus is Aries, venus controls how one reacts to love relationships of all kinds

Aries is a dominant sign so yes, Sehyoon is a soft man full of emotions who is a bit shy, but expect that once he knows what he wants he will go for it

he will probably be cautious though, as a true Taurus always is, so he will probably try to figure it out through your friends before he directly asks you out

drops hints for a short while before just being like

then blush like mad and giggle and hide his larger frame behind Byeongkwan who totally is there for emotional support don’t @ me

He will peak out and say something complimentary or just random and then when you begin to answer he will decide to rip the bandaid off

“I like you a lot can I take you out please?”

Cause he is a gentleman okay

will then find so much time for you

naps

he will cuddle

big spoon sometimes but I see him as more of a lay you down full bodied on top of him so he can feel your lips pressed to his neck and you can have soft whispery conversations like that

will kiss the top of your head between words

ask questions that seem strange’

but he just wants to know everything about you

because he wants to understand how to make you happy always and that’s the best way for him to do it

analyze analyze analyze

dates will be pretty quiet and chill

he will do whatever you want because he doesn’t need to be in charge of those things

he would be the sweetest most boyfriendy boyfriend the world has ever seen and you will honestly constantly be amazed (hes not even my a.c.e bias im just in my feels from his chart it’s so beautiful and cohesive)

His N Node is Sagittarius and this is notable because it will mean he is pretty adventurous with his love

that’s coming up again later too jot that down

okay and im gonna ramble cause he is so so s w e e t please

will not stop talking about you to the members

guys did you know that my S/O is ….

the most WONDERFUL person in the world???

they are like yes you told us that 10 mins ago and will likely tell us again in 10 more minutes

S P I C Y time

istg it was so hard to pick a gif there are so many sexy gifs of this man LAWD

WOOOP let’s get to it 👀👀👀

I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW

everyone calls him a SERIOUS KINKY DOM

and I won’t say that ISN’T there…..

what I will say is it isn’t likely his GO TO

okay I will explain

his Aries rising and venus means he will have some FIREY dom-y moments

but his Pisces and Taurus placements will tone it down a bit

now if you are INTO that he is happy to please

but just expect that on occasion he wants you to make him weak

have you seen any dance ever that he is in the man goes from powerhouse to trembling in the grasp of another

black and blue fancams do yourself a favor if you haven’t

okay star stuff again

this man

is so affectionate. his hands are EVERYWHERE always

he will time things incredibly well

remember when i talked about the importance of his mercury being Taurus too??

yeahhhh

so this means he is amazing with his hands

expect thorough teasing from him

this is not a drill

he is going to make you cum at least 2 times before his cock comes near you

i don’t make the rules

have you seen his tongue??? hands vs tongue I am thinking he is going to do both but there might be times where he does one or the other

he loves loves loves

to hear moans

not so much a praise kink but damn it does stroke his ego

he wants you so incredibly blissed out that you don’t even think about what noises are coming out of your face

h i p control

the dancer hips on this man honestly I cannot continue because im going to burst into flame lawd

we’ve all seen the package so while he is not lacking in size by my estimation, he is also SO precise

O V E R S T I M

okay so just cause he isn’t a ‘dom’ always doesn’t mean he isn’t always kinky

he is kinky

i do think he is a BIT more into pain play than some of the other members would be but I don’t think he’d go for anything that is TOO rough

spanking with a leather paddle is a yes, anything too much harder is a no

he just wants you at peak pleasure the whole time and he LIVES to know he is the one doing it

What can I say Aries are low key ego driven and he will use your pleasure to make him feel like a god or demon in the sheets

and that’s fair cause he likely is one

remember that Sagg north node? yeah that’s back

adventurous

so expect some bondage both ways

he would love for you to put a blindfold on him and make him experience everything through touch

will let out the prettiest whines but also will be so in to it

loves to be teased but will never ask you to reciprocate oral unless you’re doing character play

if he HAPPENS to be domming well watch out cause he is damn good at it.

biting

yeah that’s a thing

honestly as a rapper i see him having a huge oral fixation

there will be times he will leave a box on the bed with lingerie and you will see a note telling you to put it on and come to the bedroom

and when you come out he is going to LAVISH you in attention

unwrap you like the best gift he has ever recieved

that thing his eyes do where they darken and he looks like he could get you on your knees with a single word

yea that too

but instead he just strips you and doesn’t miss a single inch as he explores you with his tongue and teeth

WHEW

not a lay down the rules type of dom

maybe one or two but mostly he just wants to control and move your body for your own pleasure

on the flip side when he wants you in control its like

he has had a hard busy week and he is stressed

so he will give you a hint he wants to be babied

will get your attention and make it clear but probably be too embarrassed to ask outright

but when you do lord he will be so pleased

ride his face or his cock he’s good with either he just wants you to touch him and body worship him the way he does you

that is when praising him will work in your favor

but not just by telling him how hot he is

he wants you to talk about how you love him

where you love him

what he does to your soul and bare it for him

those deep conversations which could be had over coffee but if you are kissing your way down his body he will not be able to stand it

he is so in love and it shows

hey bouncing out of that think of this

artist Sehyoon puts down a tarp one day and stips you naked. he begs you to let him paint you and he does, but not on a canvass

no he has body paint and his hands are the brush and he literally covers you in him so viscerally and emotionally

it starts beautiful

a color here and there outlining things he thinks make you so unique

you’ve got stretchmarks? scars? moles?

he amplifies these and makes you see your “flaws” as as beautiful as he sees them

full length mirror in front of you once you are enhanced he grips the base of your neck gently in his hand from behind and meets your eyes in the mirror

his hot wet whisper in your ear that this

this was the peak of his creativity

that he would never be able to replicate on any other format the beauty he sees in you

and somehow even though it’s this beautiful sweet moment his eyes do the thing and you know you are in for it

expect the flutters to turn to fire as he puts a bit of pressure into that hand, just enough to get your attention. you know what comes after

expect to be much messier by the end and hes throwing out whatever clothes he bought tbh

aftercare isn’t gonna be a thing much

he works hard on you and he is tired

will cuddle forever after you will be gross and he will not care showers and cleanup are for after he has had his NAP

*I hope you enjoyed it!! feel free to send more requests anytime! I love peaking at these charts and delving in !

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sosthemortalcoil · 5 years ago

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Ko-Fi Request: Date with Tadea

Alexandra made a request for the following:

Romantic date with Tadea

From Tadea’s PoV (3rd person limited is my preference for other characters)

World-weary Gabriel who finds herself surprising smitten with Tadea

Tall Gabriel

Total word count is 5,235 words and if you would like a pdf or word document copy, let me know via private messages here or on discord! Enjoy~

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“Tee, it’s going to be fine.”

“Oh easy for you to say!” Tadea snaps, chewing on her lower lip as she continues to pace. “Everything comes so easy to you! Pack alpha, valedictorian, full ride—”

“Not everything,” Leo says softly, closing his laptop and standing up, catching her by the shoulders. She narrows her eyes at him. It’s no secret that Gabriel had captured both of their attentions, and there was only one victor in the war for her heart. For once, Leo hadn’t had everything handed to him on a silver platter.

“Boy, I can still kick your ass, alpha or no.”

Leo’s smile is gentle. “I know, Tee.” He squeezes her arms and then drops his hands. There’s no jealousy, though, just a quiet acceptance and support. In some ways it’s harder, having him be so supportive. She’s not sure she would be in his position. “It’s okay to be nervous, though.”

“What’s there to be nervous about? It’s just a date,” Tadea says, crossing her arms and shrugging her shoulders up about her ears.

“You’ve checked your appearance in the bathroom at the end of each loop you’ve been pacing through the apartment.”

“I have not!”

Leo inclines his head. “So you weren’t checking that the one strand in front that never likes to stay there—” He breaks off into laughter as Tadea frantically touches the pads of her fingers to her forehead, trying to make sure that her mohawk, combed down for once in an attempt to look more formal, is still in place.

“You’re a brat,” Tadea hisses, torn between scowling some more and wanting to cry. Not that she particularly wants the latter, but she’s never felt so nervous in her life. Facing life and death situations? Fine. Going up against creatures more powerful than her? Easy-peasy.

Taking an archangel of the lord out on a date?

Someone help her.

“Cálmate. Eres linda y fuerte. Estás lista.”

Tadea shakes her head. “No. No, no, no.” She isn’t ready. Sure, she might look pretty, might look the part, but she’d rather go fight a swarm of ghouls with one hand tied behind her back than do this right now. The consequences of screwing up seem less dire with the alternate scenario.

Then there’s a hand at the scruff of her neck and as much as she wants to fight against it, bare her teeth and snarl, she reminds herself that it’s okay to be vulnerable. It’s okay to trust her alpha.

“But if you don’t go now, you’re going to be late,” Leo comments, his eyes warm.

Tadea’s go wide. “Why didn’t you say anything!” She bolts for the door to the apartment and slams it as she books it down the stairs.

Thirty seconds later she’s sprinting back up the stairs and nearly breaking the door down as she barges back in. “Purse!” The strange expression on her alpha’s face lets her know he’s trying hard not to laugh at her behavior. Fortunately, before he loses it, Leo picks up the black clutch and tosses it to her.

Fumbling out her keys, she raises them triumphantly over her head. “I’m off!” There’s a glow to her, and she even manages a wink this time. “Don’t wait up.”

“Have fun!” is the last thing she hears as once more she clatters down the dark, narrow stairs before bursting out into the fading daylight. The clutch is tossed unceremoniously into the back as she slides across the old leather bench seat, the engine roaring to life a second later.

A glance at the clock has her cursing under breath. She can’t be late. She’s been dreaming of this day for longer than she’d like to admit. Of course, she hadn’t known initially what Gabriel was, but it hadn’t mattered. The woman had come into her life and stolen her heart in an embarrassingly short amount of time.

Some might say it was a childish crush, but Tadea had waited, bided her time. It hadn’t faded, and for fair reason. After the brilliance of Gabriel, other women seemed a dull in comparison. Smitten didn’t begin to cover it.

And then Gabriel had chosen her. The rough-around the edges, barely-passed-highschool mechanic over the brilliant alpha. This was the one thing Tadea had wanted for years, the one thing she truly would fight for. And her effort had paid off in a nearly unbelievable turn of events.

Her hands feel slick on the wheel, and it takes a concerted effort not to wipe them on her slacks. The price-tags had only come off this afternoon and she’d rather not get her outfit wrinkled before dinner starts. The material feels silky on her skin, and she hopes Gabriel likes it. For a moment she had contemplated getting a dress or skirt, but ultimately decided that her physique would look better in black slacks and the sleek sleeveless turtleneck top she’d gotten to go with it, leaving her arms bare.

Gabriel could kick her ass in a fight with a bend of her pinky finger, but Tadea figured she had to appreciate the hard-earned tone the werepanther had. It was one of her better assets, and it showed off her tattoos. She’d spent too much to get them to not show them off when she could.

Taking a corner harder than necessary and drawing a few scathing stares, she pulls her car into the parking lot of one of the classier restaurants on the bay.

Then she sits there and stares mindlessly off into the distance. Maybe this was a mistake. She’s going to stick out like a sore thumb here with her tattoos and hairstyle, not to mention she’s likely a good decade younger than everyone apart from the waitstaff.

Hell, she looks nearly a decade younger than her date. She frowns. Date? Girlfriend? Gabriel had said yes to the date so did that mean they are girlfriends now? Her heart thumps erratically in her chest at the thought. She’s never had a girlfriend before. Plenty of hookups, sure, but not someone she would take out on a date.

Not someone she would buy new clothes for and fuss over her appearance for hours hoping to live up to expectations.

Tadea groans. “I’m so fucking gay it’s a wonder I can function right now,” she grumbles, shaking her head, trying to rid herself of the nervous thoughts flitting around her head like so many gnats.

And then promptly scooting across the seat so she can see herself in the rearview mirror, afraid that she’d messed up her hair after finally getting all the strands to lay just so.

She jumps at the knock to her window. A familiar face peers in, lips stretched in an amused grin. Much to her horror, Tadea can feel the blush spreading through her cheeks.

“Coming out?” Gabriel mouths.

Nodding, Tadea buys herself some time by turning around and rummaging for her clutch. It’s fallen under the front seat, which necessitates her climbing half-way into the back to grab it. As she returns to the front seat she catches a glimpse of herself and groans. She’d been afraid of using too much product and causing her hair to look stiff so she’d tried to use as little as possible. The result is that now her hair is falling haphazardly over her head. This is why she doesn’t like purses. Much easier to jam a wallet into a pocket of her utility pants. Now she’s undone all of the hard work she’d put into looking presentable.

Dismay crosses her features. Gabriel’s right outside but if she hurries—

The door opens. “The date is happening out here, right?” she asks, her voice low and musical to Tadea’s ears, ears which now feel like they’re on fire.

“Yea, just a moment,” she mumbles, trying her best to hastily sweep the strands back into something resembling neat. A hand taps her shoulder, and she turns reluctantly to face Gabriel. The woman is leaning down, nearly in half, to see into her classic car.

“Come on gorgeous,” she murmurs in that smooth voice of hers. “You’d think being as old as I am I’d have learned patience, but I don’t want to wait another minute for this.” Her hand is palm up, inviting Tadea to take it.

Blushing furiously, annoyed at herself for still primping in the car while Gabriel is waiting, Tadea places her hand in Gabriel’s. It’s warm, calloused like hers which is oddly comforting. It’s a reminder that while Gabriel might seem worlds away from her at times, they have a lot in common.

She’s pulled out of the car and given her first good look at her date. Now she feels underdressed, and these are the most expensive clothes she ownss. Gabriel is stunning, the colors perfect for her complexion, the flow of the fabric accentuating her form.

“Hold still,” Gabriel instructs. Tadea is glad she said it though because she cannot move and finds it unlikely that she will be able to in the near future, still recovering from taking in her date.

Her. Date.

She swallows, her palms starting to feel sweaty again, her heart picking up speed. Adrenaline she’s familiar with, but she’s used to channeling it into fighting. Uncertainty makes her tongue heavy and she’s stuck staring silently and up close at Gabriel’s face as the taller woman bends over her, fussing with her hair. Her fingers are gentle against her scalp, comforting and intimate at the same time.

All too soon she’s pulling away, lips curled with satisfaction. “There you are. Though, for the record, I think how you style it normally is just fine too,” she comments, sweeping around and striding towards the sidewalk up to the restaurant.

Tadea scrambles after her, feeling completely uncoordinated, legs leaden and head spinning. Pull it together pendejo, she thinks to herself, catching up and offering her arm to Gabriel. One eyebrow raises.

“That’s still a custom after all these years?”

Tadea’s tongue darts out, wetting her lips before she speaks. “If you like I can kiss your hand, make you feel more at home,” she offers.

A soft laugh greets her proposal. “Maybe later,” Gabriel says, shaking her head. “Humans are such strange creatures…”

Tadea wrinkles her nose as they approach the double doors. “I’m not a human,” she reminds Gabriel gently. The archangel waves her hand in a dismissive motion.

They draw attention as they walk together. She can’t fault the onlookers; even in her work clothes in the middle of the night, sleep deprived, bags under her eyes and everything wrinkled and half-tucked, Gabriel was beautiful.

Today, dressed up, she shines like a supernova. In comparison, Tadea might as well be a remora, Gabriel the beautiful and deadly shark that she’s clinging too, attempting to prove herself not a parasite.

“Is my company so boring I cannot hold your attention for even a few minutes?”

The question makes Tadea blink, then shake her head. “Sorry, no, that’s not it at all. I can’t think about anything but you at the moment.”

Gabriel makes a noncommittal noise and reaches for the handle. Tadea tries to beat her to it, but the disadvantage of having a taller date manifests itself in the fact that she can’t reach the handle before her date. “I might suggest ceasing thinking about me and instead talking to me,” she says as she holds the door open for Tadea.

“You could have let me get it,” Tadea tells Gabriel, eyeing her sideways as they step into the cool interior of the restaurant. “You already opened my car door for me.”

“So I did,” Gabriel agrees, the door closing softly behind them. “It is no trouble, Tadea. Relax. Human courting rituals may change over the centuries but a simple door opening is not the end of the world.”

“I’m—not human,” she repeats.

“I’m aware,” Gabriel says dryly. “But many of your behaviors, customs, and rituals are. Or at least, have the appearance of being.” She falls silent as they walk up to the hostess.

“Guerrero, party of two,” Tadea says. The hostess glances at her, and Tadea catches a glimpse of nictitating membrane sliding across what would otherwise appear to be a perfectly normal human eye.

She’s beginning to think there’s very few humans in New Jericho.

They follow her out to the balcony over the water, to a quiet corner table where they’re left alone with two menus.

“As I was saying—humans borrow and steal, blend and appropriate as they like. They are an extremely adaptable species, very compatible with a wide variety of creatures from across the planes. Many of what they consider to be their habits are simply things they have gleaned from other, older races.”

Tadea isn’t sure what to say in response to that, so she switches topics.

“The ambience here is nice.” There are floating lanterns below, bobbing gently in the harbor, and a candle in a hurricane glass on the table, surrounded by a wreath of fresh flowers. Primroses, if she’s not mistaken.

“It’s strange.” Gabriel looks out over the water, drumming her fingers against the bottom of her chin. “Candles were necessary for so long as a light source. I’m not sure it was considered particularly romantic; it just was. Now that humans have advanced past that level of technology they regard it with a certain fondness. A soft spot for archaic things.”

“Maybe, but I think something like a gondola ride or—or a horse drawn carriage is romantic,” Tadea says with a small shrug. “Being archaic or old,” she adds, her smile curling up with mischief, “isn’t such a bad thing.”

Gabriel looks at her, her expression flat. For a moment Tadea fears she’s offered insult, ruining the date before their waters have arrived. That would have to be some kind of record.

“No, I suppose not,” Gabriel finally responds, one side of her mouth tugging up. She takes the glasses of water from their waiter as he arrives, thanking him in a tongue that isn’t of human origin.

“Fae,” she explains for Tadea. “At least part. Likely some sort of selkie hybrid, possibly naiad. Or would that be oceanid? They’re really all of a similar species but I suppose they do have their preference in type of water.”

Tadea opens the menu. “I don’t really know a lot about other supernaturals. Not like we had a ‘how to be a werepanther’ class or anything that also covered the other types of creatures we might encounter.” She looks over the top of the menu at Gabriel.

“Finding out that angels are real was a nice treat, though.”

Gabriel blinks slowly, before a smile curves her lips. “I have quite enjoyed my interactions with werepanthers as well,” she says languidly, the words soft and intimate. One of her fingers runs around the rim of the water glass, creating a low ringing sound.

“I thought only crystal did that,” Tadea blurts out, curious and happy to latch onto a subject that won’t lead to her blushing.

Gabriel quirks her lips. “I’m not entirely playing fair,” she admits. “Nervous habit.”

“You’re nervous?” Tadea asks, her voice rising in disbelief.

“Are you so surprised?” Gabriel asks in return, leaning back in her chair, showing off her long frame.

“Well, yea,” Tadea admits, rubbing the back of her neck. “You are kind of a few millennia old archangel of God. I would think this is all run of the mill for you.”

Gabriel’s brow furrows. “I’m sorry,” she says after a beat, “but my Babylon matrix isn’t translating that. Could you explain?”

Tadea mentally slaps herself. Good going. Confuse your date; I’m sure that’s a brilliant strategy.

“It’s an idiom meaning that this is ordinary or routine for you.”

“Ah.” Gabriel turns her head to look out over the water. “No, no I wouldn’t say that.”

“You’ve… never gone on a date before?” Tadea can’t conceal the shock in her voice.

Gabriel looks back out of the corner of her eye, eyebrow arched. “Not like this.”

“But—but—!”

“But what?” Gabriel asks, turning around fully. “You’ve said it yourself: I’m an archangel. Dating doesn’t come with the territory. It’s not forbidden, but angels don’t often take a mate. I think I know more angels who have Fallen for creating Nephilim than I know who have another angel for a mate. And dating outside of angels is—discouraged.” The way she says the last word is like it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth.

Tadea frowns, her eyebrows drawing low. “That seems kind of depressing.”

Gabriel gives a shrug, her expression resuming its normal inscrutable mask. “You haven’t dated before either, or at least that’s what I’ve surmised from your behavior.”

“Well, no, but I’ve been a bit busy trying not to die for most of my life and then crushing on a certain archangel since then.” The server comes back, and Tadea has to request a few more minutes, feeling bad that she hasn’t glanced over the menu at all yet.

“I could tell a very similar tale myself,” Gabriel muses, flipping open the menu.

“You’re making this up to make me feel good,” Tadea accuses. “I’m not anything remarkable. There’s no way I’m the first person you’ve ever had a desire to take out on a date.”

Gabriel snaps her menu shut and lays it down. There’s a crispness to her words, cutting Tadea to the quick. “No, you’re not remarkable.”

Tadea bites down on her lower lip. Her eyes rove over the printed words rather than look at Gabriel, but she sees nothing.

“You’re not an alpha, though we both know you could have been. You’re not particularly gifted in any area with the exception of fighting and perhaps mechanics, though the former seems an unhealthy obsession at times and the latter seems less innovative and more routine.”

Tadea clenches her jaw. After a few beats she sets her menu down as well, meeting Gabriel’s gaze for the first time without a trace of nervousness.

“Then why are we here?” she demands, voice low. Whatever happens, she refuses to make a scene. She refuses to give any of the people who look at her and think they know her type a reason to believe themselves superior, and that includes her would-be date.

“I cannot answer that for you,” Gabriel states.

“I think you just did,” Tadea says, starting to get to her feet. Faster than her enhanced reflexes can track, Gabriel seizes her wrist.

“Sit down.”

It’s not a question, and Tadea finds her butt back in her seat, heat crawling up her neck. Taking orders wasn’t something she had ever enjoyed with her previous partners, preferring instead to fight for dominance—quite literally, most of the time. With Gabriel, though, it feels—well, like lightning shooting through her veins, nerves from her toes to her head sending signals to her brain and making her entire body flush. Desire, irritation, and a touch of awe mingle.

Gabriel is an aphrodisiac all on her own. Eyes glittering in the dark, the soft glow of the candlelight making her wonder just how Gabriel must look when not bound to a mortal form. She’s already taller than most people and turns heads everywhere she goes. Was her light bright, scorching? Or was it soft and gentle? Something inbetween? How much of her was avenging angel and how much was this… tired and world-weary being?

It’s not a bad date, not really. Not that Tadea has been on a lot of dates to compare against, but the company is good, and the food she sees being served up looks and smells delicious. The conversation hasn’t been terrible either.

Except for the whole part where Gabriel had practically admitted to being here out of some stray sense of curiosity.

“Stop.” Her voice is clear but softer now, charging through the cacophony of Tadea’s thoughts. “I’m… I have watched the world for a long time, Tadea. I have seen a great many things. I have met some of humankind’s most brilliant specimens, seen what they call miracles up close and personal.”

Tadea focuses on the way her water glass sweats, cool drops rolling down the sides, picking up speed as they join other droplets. It’s easier to focus on than to see the light turn away from her, than to see Gabriel decide that this was a mistake.

“Tadea, please look at me. Please.”

Irked, Tadea gives in, raising her dark eyes to meet Gabriel’s. They’re wide open, and she’s leaning across the table towards the werepanther, the long-fingered hand on her wrist flipping Tadea’s hand over and stroking the calloused palm. It takes all her control not to shiver at the touch. Gabriel isn’t playing fair and Tadea doesn’t understand what game they’re playing anymore.

“There are books with names, important figures in the movement of the world. Yours isn’t in it.” Surprise, surprise. Tadea is a nobody. She’d always known that. It wasn’t her father who had ruled the pack. It wasn’t her mother who organized the resistance to the encroaching alpha. Her father had been killed without doing anything but being an ordinary member of the pack and her mother had been dead or as good as for longer.

“You’re doing it again.”

The note of wry amusement in Gabriel’s dry observation has her wrinkling her nose, withdrawing her hand and folding her arms across her chest. “So?”

“Would you at least wait until I finish talking before getting cross with me? This is a new occurrence for me.” Gabriel’s lips twitch up, relaxed despite the tension Tadea felt mounting in her body. Fight or flight seems like a valid response here. Sensing her reluctance, Gabriel presses her further. “You can teach an old cat new tricks but it might take nine lives.”

Tadea blinks, and suddenly giggles. Horrified, she claps a hand over her mouth, not having anticipated the sound to be so loud or so high-pitched.

Gabriel beams, before abruptly frowning. “I didn’t say that right, did I?” she asks, shoulders slumping, dejection heavy in her voice.

Taking pity on her date—she is quite old and if this really is her first time dating, then it is perhaps unfair to expect her to be better—Tadea holds up three fingers. “Curiosity killed the cat.” She lowers a finger. “Cats have nine lives.” Another finger goes down. “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.”

“Well that’s just nonsense. Curiosity only kill the unprepared, cats do not have nine lives—at least not ordinary house cats. Perhaps some varieties of creatures that look like cats but no actual earth-origin cat. Unless you found a necromancer I suppose and brought it back but I think that counts as an unlife not a—”

Another snort escapes Tadea, though this time she doesn’t hide her laughter behind her hand.

Gabriel’s lower lip juts out and she slowly flutters long lashes at Tadea.

“That’s not going to work on me.”

“You can teach an old dog new tricks,” Gabriel wheedles.

Tadea shakes her head. “Nope. But—” she holds up a single finger. “I might be willing to try and teach an angel new tricks.”

Gabriel’s eyes light up. “So you’ll wait?”

“If you get to your point,” Tadea comments. “Our poor waiter is going to come back and we’re still not going to have an answer for him.”

“Well I certainly know what I would love to eat,” Gabriel murmurs, and there’s nothing innocent about the way she says it. Dating might be new, but clearly seduction was not.

“Gabriel,” Tadea hisses. Holding up her hands, she leans back.

“As I was saying: you are ordinary.” Her eyes soften, her head canting as she looks at Tadea, unblinking. Tadea wonders if she has any idea the kind of instincts that triggers. Gabriel’s not another werepanther so it’s unlikely. It’s a silly child’s game for the most part, but the urge to stare back and see who blinks first is nearly overwhelming.

She resists, though, forcing herself to blink.

“Humans seem to regard ordinary as a terminal condition. And I’m sorry my dear, I don’t mean to offer insult, but many of the weres and other supernatural creatures that dwell on this plane have adopted human behaviors by and large to assist in blending in so for the purposes of brevity I shall simply use humans as a generalization.”

Tadea nods, hoping Gabriel will get to her point sooner rather than later.

“You have to understand… most mortal creatures aren’t worth the notice of immortals. Not as individuals. And it’s not that you’re not interesting or that we don’t care, but when you know something will die and be like a brief flare of light in your life… well in the absent of that light the darkness seems that much more intense for having seen it otherwise, if that makes sense?”

Tadea realizes something as she watches Gabriel. Her date’s posture isn’t tense, it’s perfectly poised. She doesn’t twitch or fiddle, no toe-tapping or finger-drumming. There’s no outwards signs of nervousness, except that she’s a touch to perfect with her posture, with the way her fingers wrap around her water glass or the way her long legs are crossed neatly at the ankles beneath the table.

The archangel is nervous.

For the first time tonight, Tadea breathes out slowly, a weight lifting from her shoulders. All this babbling, these round-about words bordering on insulting, all of it is the archangel’s way of being embarrassed. Flustered, even, if the touch of a blush on her cheeks is natural and not due to the assistance of make-up.

“This assignment wasn’t part of my plan. And then I expected to be here for some two decades or so to raise the boy to adulthood. I figured it would be over and done with quickly and I could go back to watching, as we angels do so well.”

Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips. “I never expected to be here.”

Tadea, having found her footing, cannot resist teasing the angel across the table from her. “At a restaurant on the bay run by fae? I mean we can always run to the fish and chips stand down closer to the shipping docks.”

A peal of bright laughter tears from Gabriel’s lips, her eyes crinkling at the corner. “There she is!” she exclaims, teeth flashing in a stunning smile. “There’s the woman I was hoping would show up for our date.”

Tadea shrugs one shoulder, leaning back, at ease. “No pressure dating a literal archangel of God or anything, you know? I had to buy new clothes to be sure that I wouldn’t have grease on anything. It gets everywhere.”

Gabriel arches an eyebrow. “I’m eager to see the extent of the truth of that statement,” she murmurs.

Tadea narrows her eyes playfully. “Finish your explanation. I’m still not impressed.”

“You’re still here.”

“You’re hot,” Tadea counters. “And this—seared Chilean sea bass with rosemary potatoes and herb sauce sound delicious. If I’m going to get all dressed up the least I can do is get a good dinner out of it.”

More soft laughter greets her words.

“Fine. As I was saying, I didn’t expect this. I didn’t expect to meet this young woman who is resilient and fierce and loyal, with a heart she tries to hide behind thorns but is more beautiful than any rose.”

“Now you’re just piling on flattery,” Tadea says, too quickly to sound casual.

“It’s not flattery if it’s true.” Gabriel is staring at her again, and this time Tadea doesn’t blink, getting lost in her eyes. Maybe it’s her own personal bias, but there are depths to Gabriel’s eyes that other creatures seem to lack. They’ve seen so much, and normally there’s a flat affect to them, a general disinterest born of seeing too much of the awful side of life.

It was a look Tadea had seen in many of the survivors of the previous alpha’s takeover.

Now though, there’s a spark. A twinkle of delight that Gabriel seems unsure of how to handle. “And it is true. You aren’t remarkable because some celestial force has your name in a book or someone wrote a prophecy. Yes, being a werepanther sets you apart. Your skill as a fighter and as a mechanic sets you apart. Even your beauty sets you apart. But it’s—it’s not given to you. You are unique, in ways that I have to pay attention to notice.”

The waiter comes up, and this time they both hastily give an order, neither one interested in delaying the meal further but eager to return to their conversation. The fae gives an appraising glance at the pair of them.

“A bottle of champagne for the sweethearts, on the House,” he declares before gliding away.

Tadea inclines her head. “He knows you aren’t a null, doesn’t he?”

It’s Gabriel’s turn to shrug nonchalantly. “Let’s just say that the dialect I spoke is both old and most often used by powerful fae.”

“Sneaky,” she comments, taking the napkin and moving it to her lap, smoothing it out over her legs. Gabriel copies her motions.

“Age often leads to wisdom which sometimes leads to a certain canniness that could be described as sneakiness,” she demurs. “Now—let me finish. You are… amazing, Tadea Guerrero.”

She rolls her r’s now, something she hadn’t done the first time she had tried to say her last name. It’s obvious she’s been practicing, and not with Tadea. Perhaps it seems small and insignificant, but for Tadea, it makes her heart warm.

“You couldn’t have just said that from the beginning?” she asks, her voice coming out in a hoarse rasp, emotions clogging her throat.

“I was trying. I am… before you I thought I knew the world. I thought I knew all about it and the banal, insipid creatures that went about their lives. I thought that this would be a torture, that I would be bored out of my mind.”

Once more Gabriel reaches out across the table, grabbing Tadea’s hand.

“You caught me off-guard, and your devotion, your belief… Tadea, I don’t know that I deserve any of it, but for the first time in a long time, I have something to work towards that is for me. Well… for us.”

Heart pounding, Tadea squeezes Gabriel’s hand. “I like that.”

An eyebrow climbs. “That?”

“The idea of us.” Her smile is broad as she leans forward. “You already know full well that I like you.”

Gabriel grins. “I’m sorry, could you repeat that? I think the Babylon Matrix—”

“¡Por el amor de Dios!” Tadea exclaims, rolling her eyes. “That works one time, chica,” she tells her archangel, wagging a finger. “Una vez.”

Not the least bit perturbed, Gabriel shrugs. “Worth a try. Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of other things I’ve been dying to try out.”

Tadea shakes her head, her grin stretching wider. She hadn’t been sure what to expect from a date with an archangel, but so far she wouldn’t change a thing. Raising her glass, and gesturing for Gabriel to do the same, she clinks the water together. “To figuring this out, together,” she murmurs.

“Together,” Gabriel echoes, and drains the water.

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White Lies

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam Word Count: 5,167 Warnings: Angst…so much. There’s some happiness, and the BAM. Angst. A/N: This is my entry for @highonpastries 250 follower challenge! The prompt is bolded below. This was going to be a much longer series, but I shortened it so that I could fit the prompt a little better. There’s a possibility I will write more. It’s really up to ya’ll at this point. lol I hope you enjoy, and also, I’m sorry in advance. Beta'd by the always wonderful @trexrambling. She helps me be a better writer and I love her. p>

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You didn’t know how you’d found yourself in this situation. Standing in the pouring rain, tears cascading down your face, watching the tail lights of the one person you’d counted on the most fading into the darkness. You weren’t sure when you went from being a priority to someone he just left behind, like you never mattered in the first place. When this day had started, you’d thought it might have been the beginning to something better, something worth the fight you went through every day. Instead, it had ended with yelling, words that neither one of you could take back, and the devastating thought that you’d seen the Winchesters for the last time. You let the rain wash over you as you stared down the dark and empty road. Your phone vibrated in your pocket, and your heart broke when you opened the message and saw three simple words from Sam.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. -S”

Three Days Earlier

You were organizing the myriad of lore books that had somehow found their way scattered around your house when the phone in your pocket started buzzing and interrupted you from your mundane chore.

“Y/N speaking,” you answered as you tucked the phone between your ear and your shoulder and continued picking up books.

“Hey! It’s Sam.”

You couldn’t help the smile that crept across your face as the familiar voice sounded from the other end of the line, “Hey Sammy, what’s up?”

He cleared his throat and gave you his normal response, “It’s Sam, Y/N. Just Sam.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Yea, yea, alright. What’s up, Sam?”

You heard the shuffle of papers and what sounded like a laptop snapping shut, “We’ve got a case near you, and I was wondering if you’d like to come with. We could use your help. We’ll be driving right by your place, if you’re up for it.”

You looked around at the mess of books and sighed, “Yes, please. I need out of here, anyway. When will you guys be here?”

“We’re getting ready to leave the hotel right now, so probably around three hours or so. We can grab something on the way, don’t worry about food or anything.”

You laughed, “Seriously? I’m not letting you get by on gas station pizza or whatever it is you’ll find out there. I’ll have dinner ready when you get here, alright?”

You could almost hear the smile in Sam’s voice, “Thanks, Y/N, appreciate it. See you soon.” The line went dead, and you grinned to yourself. It had been a few months since you’d seen the brothers, and although you texted back and forth fairly frequently, you’d missed them. This was a welcome surprise, and you were excited to get to hunt with them again.

You hurriedly restacked a few of the books to at least attempt to make the house look more presentable and hurried into the kitchen to see what you had. A quick look told you that there wasn’t enough food in the house for one Winchester, much less two, so you threw your coat on and made your way to the store, happy that you finally had someone else to cook for and especially happy that it was for your favorite men.

Three hours later, the kitchen was filled with the smell of freshly baked lasagna and garlic bread. You were mixing the salad when you heard a knock on the door.

“Coming!” you yelled, wiping your hands on a dishcloth before running to answer it. You threw the door open and there stood Sam and Dean, both smiling widely at you, “Hey guys!”

Sam swept you into a giant hug first, and you almost disappeared in his large arms,”Hey, Y/N,” he pulled back and smiled at you, “How are you?”

You returned the smile, “I’m doing pretty well, it’s been quiet lately.” Sam nodded, and walked towards the living room, immediately making himself at home.

Dean sauntered in directly behind Sam, his smile bright, “Hey, darlin’, it’s been awhile.” He pulled you into him, and you couldn’t help but breathe in the smell of gun oil and leather, a scent that was purely Dean and one that you’d never forget. You felt his lips press gently against your forehead and for a moment you were worried he’d be able to hear how he made your heart race. You loved both of the Winchesters, but Dean…there had always been something about Dean.

His deep voice broke you out of your reverie, “Something smells damn delicious, Y/N. You really shouldn’t have.” You pulled back and looked at him, his green eyes sparkling in the afternoon sunlight coming in through the window, and smiled.

“Hey, anything for my guys. If it takes cooking up some lasagna to get you to come see me, I’ll keep doing it.”

“Lasagna?” He took off towards the kitchen, and you couldn’t help but laugh. By the time you’d made it in there, he was leaning over the still hot pan, his eyes closed, and a look of contentment on his face, “There is nothing better than your lasagna, Y/N. Keep this up, I might have to marry ya.”

Sam wandered into the kitchen, “World famous lasagna, huh? Need help with anything?”

You handed him a knife and gestured toward the counter, “Just finishing up the salad if you’d like to finish chopping the rest of these vegetables,” you glanced at Dean who was already trying to sneak a piece of lasagna out of the pan, “but you might want to hurry since your brother is trying to beat us to the entree.”

Dean quietly dropped the knife and sat down at the table, “You caught me, I can’t help myself. She’s right though, Sammy, maybe hurry up so that we can get this show on the road, huh?”

Almost a full pan of lasagna later, the three of you sat leaned back in your chairs, full and content.

Dean stretched, “That…that was great. You’ve outdone yourself again, Y/N.”

You smiled as you got up and began cleaning the table off, “You’re just used to eating gas station and diner food, but thanks for the compliment.” You tossed the dirty dishes in the sink, then leaned against the counter. “So, what brings you this way? Sam said you had a case.”

Dean nodded, “Yep, we think it might be a shapeshifter situation. Should be fairly simple, but we figured since we were this way we’d share the fun.”

Sam had left the room and returned with his iPad which he then handed to you, “There’s been three murders, and all three were supposedly done by people who were already dead. Witnesses put the deceased at the scene, but the police are claiming it’s just shock and that they don’t have any other leads.”

You scrolled through the police reports and paused at one of the crime scene photos, “That’s brutal, even for a shapeshifter. And why would they choose someone that is already dead? Doesn’t that kind of defeat the purpose?”

Dean shrugged, “The people it’s imitating had just recently died, so the shapeshifter must of have been watching them beforehand. We don’t know why, though, or why it’s as violent as it is. I mean, who can tell with monsters anyway? They don’t really need a reason.”

You scoffed, “Everyone has a reason for what they do, Dean, even monsters.” You went back to scrolling, “Are you sure it’s just the one shapeshifter?”

Sam nodded, “Yea, pretty sure. Why?”

You walked over to the table and sat down between Sam and Dean, “Look at this picture. The wounds are clean, probably pretty quick. I’d say it was done out of convenience, not to draw anything out or get any sort of pleasure out of it. But this one,“ you flipped to the next victims file, “is totally different. The shifter took its time, like it enjoyed it. This wasn’t clean or quick. Why would the same shifter behave in two different ways? Monsters are like serial killers; they stick with an MO, they don’t switch it up normally. So why did this one?”

Sam took the iPad and looked back through the photos, “I can’t believe I missed that. Good eye, Y/N.” You settled back in your chair, pleased with yourself. It wasn’t often that you could one up Sam. He was one of the smartest people you’d ever met, so you relished it when it happened. Dean glanced at you and winked, and you couldn’t help but smile back. God help you, he was going to be the end of you.

Sam stretched and tried to stifle a yawn, “It’s been a long day, and we’ve got an early appointment with the coroner tomorrow. I think I might head to bed.”

Dean glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, “I think I’ll stay up awhile longer, Sammy. See you in the morning.”

Sam looked between the two of you and rolled his eyes, “Yea, right. See you tomorrow.”

Dean waited until Sam was safely around the corner, and then he gripped your hips with his large hands and swept you from your chair onto his lap. “I thought he’d never leave.” One of his hands found its way into your hair and pulled you into him. His lips crashed into yours and you gasped at the intensity of it. You wrapped your arms around his neck, desperate to be as close to Dean as you could.

Every time the brothers stopped by, this is where you and Dean found yourselves. It didn’t matter if it had been months, you fell into each other like it was just something that was understood but never spoken. You’d always hoped that he felt the same way, that his heart raced at the sight of you, that he felt as breathless as you after that first kiss when you hadn’t seen each other for months. He never said anything though, and if Dean Winchester was anything, he was hard to read. You took the moments you could even if they were brief. You pulled back from him, your face flush, and smiled. His brilliant green eyes were lust blown and you could feel the familiar fire you felt every time he looked at you like that.

He ran his thumb along your jawline, his eyes locked with yours, “God, I’ve missed you. We gotta quit going months without seeing each other. Why do we do that, anyway?”

You smiled, “You Winchesters are always having to stop some sort of apocalypse, or put the devil back in his cage. It’s a little hard to work around.”

Dean chuckled, “You aren’t wrong.” He kissed you again, and his hands wandered down to rest on your ass. You shifted, purposely shimmying against the hardness you felt against your thigh, and he moaned into you. “Shit, Y/N,” he growled deeply as his lips traveled slowly down to the dip at your throat. He nipped along your collarbone, planting soft kisses at each spot, then moved back up and gently pulled your earlobe between his teeth. You groaned, gripping the short hair at the base of his neck, and dropped your head back to give him better access to your neck. You could feel him smile against you as he kissed his way back to your lips, his five o’clock shadow rough against your soft skin. His tongue slid slowly across your lips and you parted for him, letting his tongue move slowly with yours. You sucked his bottom lip between your teeth, then pulled back. He was breathing heavy and his freckles stood out in stark contrast to the flush across his cheeks. You wanted to thank God personally for each and every one of those blessed freckles and how artfully he dusted them across those perfect cheekbones.

“Get on the table,” he said lustily, already pulling his shirt off as he shifted you onto the floor and stood up.

You raised an eyebrow, “You mean, you want….like, right here?”

He nodded as he began to unbuckle his belt, “Yep. Right here. We’ve waited long enough, why bother going upstairs?” He pulled you against him and you quietly groaned at the feeling of his bare chest pressing warmly against you, “Unless you don’t want to-”

“Shut up, Winchester, and take off your pants.”

You smiled as he did what he was told, and your heart swelled as you realized that no matter where the two of you were or what was happening, you at least had these brief moments where you could be free of responsibility, free of hunting, free of all the heartache that seemed to follow you, and just be with each other.

Present day

The ride back to your house was dead silent. For what could have gone wrong during the hunt, it did and then some.

You sat in the back of the Impala, grimacing at every bump that jostled your bloody and beaten body. You kept glancing up in the rearview mirror in hopes of catching Dean’s eye, but he was glaring through the windshield and purposely ignoring you. You leaned your head tenderly against the cold window and watched as the rain began to fall. Sam had not spoken either, although he had gently helped you into the backseat and then gave you a lopsided smile as if to comfort you.

You had been right; there were two shifters, and though one was your standard “just in it for the money and nice things” aspect the second one…well, that one had been hard to deal with. It was clever, full of hatred, and out for revenge. The hate it had for the Winchesters went back for years, and unfortunately for you, its sights had been set. These things always knew that the best way to destroy a Winchester was to destroy someone that they loved, and it had come after you with a vengeance.

You thought back to the moment you should have known something was wrong, the moment where you let your heart get ahead of your brain.

A few hours earlier…

You found the hiding places of both shifters and had already dealt with the one. You were proud of yourself; you had been able to sneak up on it and nail it with the silver knife before it had even realized what was happening. You were feeling so good about it that you had decided to split off from Sam and Dean, much to Dean’s irritation, but he had quickly shut his mouth when you threw a glare in his direction. That had been your first mistake. You knew better than to get cocky, and had you thought about the second shifter and how different it behaved than the first one, you probably would have reconsidered being by yourself.

As you were circling the dark and abandoned power station with your gun drawn, you felt another swell of pride. You could tell Dean hadn’t wanted to let you go on your own, but it had only taken a look to shut down his normal “I have to protect you” speech, and you had to wonder if he finally realized that you could actually take of yourself. You hunted on your own on occasion; you knew what you were doing.

A footstep behind you caught you off-guard and you whipped around, gun leveled at their chest, and then let out a sigh of relief when you realized it was Dean, “Don’t you know better than to sneak up behind a hunter when they’re actively searching for something that’s trying to kill them?”

Dean laughed, “Sorry, I thought you knew it was me. Find anything useful?”

You shook your head, “Nah, not yet. I saw a door over there though, we should probably go inside. It’s the perfect hiding place, dark and damp. Why do they always go for the most disgusting places?

He shrugged, “At least it isn’t a sewer this time.” You noticed that instead of having his gun drawn, Dean was holding a knife by his side. It glinted in the dim light.

You nodded towards him, “Where’s your gun?”

He glanced down at his hand and shrugged, “I was thinking of taking the quiet approach.” He stepped towards you and you smiled gently at him, thinking of the past couple of nights. It wasn’t often that you had alone time with Dean, and you’d been able to sneak off two nights in a row. You’d felt a little guilty leaving Sam to research on his own, but the selfish side of you had relished the opportunity. Dean stopped directly in front of you and stared you down, a dangerous glint in his normally friendly green eyes.

You raised an eyebrow, “What?” He put his hand on your hip and pulled you into him as if he was going to kiss you but stopped just short of your lips and smiled. It didn’t quite reach his eyes, and your chest tightened as you realized that something was wrong. “Dean?” you barely whispered. The hand holding the knife came up and pressed the silver blade against your collarbone. “Not Dean,” you thought to yourself in a panic. You tried to back up but you felt the shifter’s free hand close tightly around your wrist.

He tilted his head and clucked his tongue, “Where do you think you’re going, Y/N? I thought you wanted to be the one to stop me, huh?” He traced the knife across your collarbone and up your neck, the metal cold against your bare skin. You could feel the tip of the knife dimple the soft flesh right below your jaw. The hand holding your wrist slipped down and removed the gun that you were still gripping tightly and tossed it away from you. You heard it skitter across the parking lot and your heart dropped. “Awwe, sweetheart, it’s okay. I’m feeling generous today, and it’s been a long week. How ‘bout I make this real quick, just a quick swipe across your throat and we’re done? Deano is pretty frustrated with your choices this evening, so it’ll be especially bothersome if you get yourself killed. You made it far too easy, honestly.”

You glared at the shifter, allowing your anger towards yourself to combine with the hatred you felt for the creature and managed to shove him away from you as hard as you could. You tripped backwards and nearly fell on your ass but managed to stay on your feet. As you were flailing to keep your balance he thrust out quick and hard, and you cried out as searing pain traveled from the inside of your elbow down to your wrist. You looked quickly for the gun and finally spotted it about ten feet to your right. Just as you went to run for it, a fist connected with your jaw and you hit the ground.

“I was going to make this easy on you, and then you had to go and do that,” the shifter growled as he grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked your head up so that you were forced to look at him. He glared at you for a moment and then your head rocked backward violently from the sudden blow he dealt. The pain from your body weight nearly ripping your hair out by the root brought tears to your eyes, and you choked back a sob.

He forced you to look back up at him, and you stared at him with narrowed eyes, “If that’s what you call making it difficult I hate to disappoint you, but I’ve had worse,” you spat, your blood bright even on the dark asphalt you were kneeling on. The shifter smiled coldly down at you and your chest constricted at the sight of the face that you loved, the face that belonged to the one person you trusted everything to, looking at you as if you were an animal to be hunted.

“Oh, I’m sure I can kick it up a couple notches.” He released the grip on your hair, but in the same movement kicked out as hard as he could.

The air left your lungs as his boot connected with your ribcage, and this time you couldn’t stifle the sob that left you, “Dean…please…stop…” you begged breathlessly.

He knelt down in front of you and tilted his head, “Oh, sweetheart, I might look like Dean, but I’m sure as hell not going to act like Dean. I’m not your hero, and as a matter of fact,” he closed his eyes and smiled, “I don’t think he wants to be your hero either. He’s got enough people to take care of. I’m not so sure you rank as high up on the list as you thought.” He patted you roughly on the cheek and then walked over to where the gun had landed and picked it up, “I was going to make this fast and clean, but I think killing you with your own gun seems a lot more satisfying now.” He cocked the pistol and leveled it at your head, “Anything you wanna get off your chest, last words, or maybe any confessions of unrequited love? Does ol’ Deano know how you feel? Come on, you’ve gotta have something to say.” You dropped your head to where your forehead rested on the warm asphalt and remained silent.

“Hey, dick!” Your head jerked up in time to see the shifter turn and then a flash. Even though you knew it wasn’t really Dean, you felt a brief moment of panic as you saw the shifter hit the ground, chest bloody. You sat up slowly and saw Dean, still with the gun up, staring at the fallen shifter.

Sam ran up beside him and slid to a stop, breathing heavily and his eyes wide, ‘Y/N, are you okay?”

You looked down at the deep gash running down your arm and chuckled weakly, “Eh, I’ve had worse. Although,” you said as you looked up at them, “are there supposed to be two of each of you?” Dean moved to inspect your arm and you automatically flinched away from him, your mind still on the shifter. Hurt flashed across his face as he backed away and you looked at him apologetically, “I’m sorry Dean, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine,” he answered gruffly, “Sammy, take care of her. I’ll deal with the body.” Dean strode off in the direction of the Impala and Sam knelt down beside you so that he could take inventory of your injuries.

“You’re going to need stitches, and I’m pretty sure you probably have a concussion. Come on, let’s get you to the car and at least get the bleeding stopped, okay?”

You nodded weakly, “Sure. Is…is Dean okay?”

Sam looked back over his shoulder as he lifted you gently off the ground, “Yea…he’ll be fine. Come on.”

Your thoughts were interrupted as the Impala turned down the gravel driveway that led to your house. The car slowed to a stop and Dean turned off the engine, although he didn’t make a move to get out. You slipped quietly from the back seat with your bag and slowly crossed in front of the Impala and towards the sidewalk that ended at your porch. Sam climbed out after you and followed you up to the steps. You sat the bag on the top step and turned to face the youngest Winchester, “Are you guys planning on staying the night? It’s pretty late.”

Sam turned toward the Impala and you saw Dean barely shake his head no before Sam turned back to face you, “Uhh…no, I think we are going to head back. Cas is waiting for us at the bunker.”

You tilted your head, confusion etched on your face, “You’re going to drive six hours in the middle of the night because Cas is waiting on you? Can he not wait until morning?”

Sam dropped his gaze to the ground, “Yea, he’s got a lead on a case, said it was urgent.” Sam may have been good at lying to everyone else, but he’d never been able to lie to you. You looked around him at Dean’s silhouette sitting in the driver’s seat, his hands still tightly gripping the wheel, and realized he was going to leave without even saying goodbye.

You looked back at Sam, “What’s going on? What’s wrong?” Sam looked at you, his hazel eyes concerned and his eyebrows furrowed, but remained silent.

You walked past Sam and squinted against the headlights, “What’s your deal, Winchester?” you shouted over the rain that was now hammering down. Dean sat still a moment longer, then flung the door open and climbed out. You stopped just short of the Impala’s hood and waited for him to say something.

“What do you want me to say, Y/N? You nearly got yourself killed tonight. You would have if I hadn’t been there to save your ass.”

You looked at him, baffled, “That’s what this is about? I make one mistake and you’re so angry at me that you’re refusing to even come inside, much less say bye to me? What the hell, Dean?”

He took a step closer to you, his hands balled into fists at his side, “One mistake?” he scoffed, “Try five, or six, or ten. It seems like I’m having to clean up after you every time we hunt together. You’d think that someone that hunts as often as you claim to would be better at it.”

It felt like someone had punched you in the chest. Dean had never spoken to you like this, and you weren’t sure what to even say. You could feel the tears threatening to fall, and you tried to hold them back as you locked eyes with Dean, “When have I…when did you have to clean up after me? I don’t understand…”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Do I really need to list them out? Poughkeepsie, or what about that time in Sacramento? Then there was the time in Milwaukee, that was a fun one. I could keep going, but do I really need to? Y/N, I like you. I do. But I’m tired…I’m tired of having to make sure you’re not getting killed. Tired of having these…these expectations every time we come through.”

You felt sick to your stomach as you realized what he was referring to, “Expectations? I didn’t have any expectations. But now I have to ask, was any of what we had…did I…” you nearly choked on the words you so desperately didn’t want to say “…am I significant or just convenient?”

Dean looked at you through the pouring rain, and for a moment you thought this wasn’t really happening. You were still laying in the backseat of the Impala, and this was a dream…no, a nightmare. But not real, because your Dean would never say those words to you, would never break your heart while you were standing in the pouring rain like some cliche chick flick.

“Y/N, I uh…I thought you knew what this was. I mean, it was fun. It was a nice distraction, but it was just…it was a nice way to blow off steam. I’m sorry.”

“Leave,” you said, barely loud enough to be heard, “I want you to leave.” You heard footsteps approach, and you closed your eyes as Sam’s large hand landed on your shoulder.

“Y/N…”

You jerked away from him and tried to ignore the look he gave you, “I said…I want you to leave. I never want to see either of you again. Just go!” Dean had already climbed back into the car and started it. Sam held back, torn between trying to talk to you and going with his brother.

“C’mon Sammy, let’s go,” Dean yelled from the car. Sam looked at you pleadingly, begging you silently to let him fix it.

“Just go, Sam. Please…just leave.” He sighed, then turned and slowly walked to the car. He gave you one last look before folding his tall frame into the passenger seat. Dean pulled out of the driveway and sped off, and you were left watching the tail lights fade into the distance.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. - S”

Dean was silent as he sped away from Y/N’s house, but he could feel Sam staring at him, “What?” he snapped.

“You know what,” Sam said quietly, his gaze finally shifting from Dean to look out his window.

“Leave it alone, Sammy.” Dean’s grip tightened on the wheel and he forced himself to keep driving towards home instead of turning around and going back to Y/N. It had nearly killed him to say what he’d said to her.

He wanted to tell her that he would save her every single time she needed it, that he’d be there to fix every hurt and soothe every nightmare. He wanted to tell her that she wasn’t just a convenience, that she was more than that. He wanted to tell her that when he found himself alone at night, he wished that she was laying next to him so that he could feel the warmth radiate from her as the gentle sound of her breathing soothed him after a tough hunt. He wanted her to know that on nights that he did get to stay with her, he barely slept. He barely slept because he couldn’t stop looking at how her freckles made constellations across her bare shoulders or how he was afraid that when he’d wake up she’d be gone. He wanted her to understand that he had never been all that impressed with other hunters, but watching her fight was almost mesmerizing to the point of being dangerous. She was a beautiful distraction and it took every bit of willpower he possessed to stay focused while she was with him.

Which is why he had to leave. He had heard her begging that shifter, had heard her wrecked voice begging Dean to stop, and it was at that moment that he realized that even if it wasn’t him physically hurting her, it would always come back around to him. He would always be the reason she was in danger, and after Charlie and Kevin, Bobby and Jo and Ellen…he couldn’t live with that again. Especially not with Y/N.

So he had done what he had to do. He had destroyed her, throwing the most important relationship he’d ever had right back in her face, and then he’d walked away. He had lied to the woman he loved most in this world and left her alone in the rain, bloody and heartbroken.

And it would haunt him for the rest of his life.

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