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“This is (not) the way to girl’s heart” - Bad Pick-up Lines Challenge

Author: fangirlofeverythingme

Reader gender: Female

Paring: Sam x Reader

Words count: 1770

Warnings: fluff, bad pick-up line but that was the whole point, awkwardness, a lot of smiling, grinning etc.,  Sam’s offending good looks (cause that’s definitely a warning)

A/N: It’s been a long, long while since i postet a fic... This one is written for @andtheraincamefalling  Bad Pick-up Line Challenge. My prompt was: “Hey, I lost my number, can I have yours?” Even though it’s Dean who uses cheesy pick-up lines, this one had to be Sam x Reader, I couldn’t help myself .

Apparently, I cannot write drabbles, no matter how hard I try, they always get out of control. So here it is, a full story. Sorry for the mistakes, as always.

@iwantthedean @growleytria @d-s-winchester @ashleymalfoy @salvachester @ilostmyshoe-79 @but-deans-back-tho

He had swept you off your feet the second he’d walked through your door, with his long limbs, broad shoulders and confident, charming smile. You owned the herbs and magical equipment shop in Lebanon, Kansas and this stranger was your frequent costumer. You never even learnt what his name was, so you used to call him Mr. Perfect (and synonyms) in your mind, but you sure as hell wanted to know him better.

He was tall and huge and handsome. So handsome. Your heart skipped a bit when he leant against the counter, tucking a loose strand of long brown hair behind his ear and flashing you that perfect smile. You wanted to run your fingers through those hair, they looked so smooth and silky. And you wanted to wipe that smile off with the kiss, his lips seemed so soft and tasty.

If it was only his looks. But the bastard had to funny and intelligent as well. His every visit took longer than needed, because he always found time to joke around, flirt with you even. The two of you chatted about all sorts of stuff, from weather and local coffee shop to books and ancient symbolism.

He surely knew his way around herbs too. It made you wander where he was taking that knowledge from. You rejected the thought that he could be some kind of Satanist, partially cause you didn’t want him to be one, mostly because he didn’t look the type. Black magic and Devil worship didn’t suit his kind eyes and there was something honest, almost noble, in his appearance.

He didn’t seem like a Wiccan either, he didn’t care that much for a spiritual aspect of magic and even though he tried to hide it behind his brilliant smile, his bad boy attitude always came up to the surface, convincing you that he preferred a more practical use of witchcraft.

So maybe he was a witch, powerful and ancient, crossing the Earth and choosing Lebanon as his home for this century, before moving on to another place. That thought really thrilled you, raising goosebumps on your skin and tingling in all the right places. The things you could learn from him, the things you could experience with him… A girl can dream.

There was also a completely opposite possibility that he might have been a hunter. And considering his well-build body and the strength that was practically radiating from his muscled arms, that one option seemed the most probable. The man was really strong. He'd once came to your store right at the time of delivery. Since the guy who'd brought the purchase order hadn't been very helpful, you asked your favourite to customer to move one of the heaviest boxes to the back of the shop. He'd lifted it like it weighted nothing, his muscles rippling underneath the thin t-shirt he'd been wearing. Your eyes had traveled to the curve of his ass on their own as he'd bent over to grab another box. The sight of it had accompanied you till the late night hours.

Needless to say, every time he walked out of your store, he occupied your thoughts for the rest of the day. And today would probably be no exception.

A bell at the door rang and you raised your head to see him in a doorway. The smirk he gave you made your stomach flip in funny way, as always, and you almost forgot that you had a costumer to service. You looked down at the brass weighing machine in front of you to realize that you were still pouring cinnamon dust on it, which was way more than the guy ordered.

You scolded yourself for getting so easily distracted. Correcting your mistake, you quickly counted up guy’s purchases and waited impatiently for him to pay and get on his merry way. But he was taking his sweet time fishing out the cash, obviously something more on his mind.

“Anything else I can get you?” you asked politely but anxious to move to another person waiting in line.

“Um…actually, yes. I lost my number, can I have yours?” the man, no, the boy, fired out of the blue, shooting you a smug smile.

Your brain froze for a second, trying to wrap around the sentence you’d just heard. It must had been the cheapest pick-up line you’d ever been treated with. And to make matters worse, the boy couldn’t be more the eighteen.

With the corner of your eye you saw Handsome’s brow going up so high it almost disappeared under his hair and he coughed very suggestively. He practically freakin’ laughed into guys face as he glared at him before turning back to.

And how you managed to keep straight face was beyond comprehension. Somehow you forced your brain to move on and come up with anything in response. And that was not easy, cause what can one say for a line that’s a complete knock-out?

You cleared your throat and put on your face what you hoped at least resembled a polite smile.

“No. Not really.” you said calmly, praying to all gods for strength not to crack up. “But I’m sure if you ask your mom, she’ll buy you a new one.”

The teenager’s eyes grew wide, then his face turned dark red and he grabbed his paper bag, almost running out of the store.

The door shut behind him and your eyes finally met Mr. Perfect. Simultaneously, the two of you burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“Wow” he breathed out, composing himself at last. “I think you just lost a customer.”

“I got a feeling he only came here to ask me out.” you giggled.

“Can really blame the poor guy for trying.” Here he was again, charming and flirty as always. You held his gaze for a few seconds, blushing the slightest bit. A grin never left you face, even though you changed the subject. “So, what can I do for you today?”

“I was wandering, maybe you could help me with a few things.” he said with a little sheepish smile, his long fingers sliding a piece of paper over the counter toward you.

You took a look at the ingredients written down on it and your grin faded away. What you read there was so much different from the things he usually bought. This time it was some really dark stuff.  Taking it all together, the spell seemed familiar, and you didn’t like what you discovered even more.  Was it possible that you got mistaken that much? What a shame, black magic didn’t suit this gorgeous man.

“This is not a Diagon Alley.” you joked nervously to try and hide the change in your mood. “I don’t have things like this here. Don’t even know what it is.”

“Look, let’s cut the act, ok?” he said, his voice dropping an octave, sounding a little quieter and impossibly hotter. The smirk was still in place when he leant against the glass surface between you, brushing his hair away and licking his lips. So unfair. “I think you know who I am. I really need this stuff and I’m sure you’ve got it in the back. I saw a sign on your door.”

Automatically, you glanced at the shop entrance where an Aqarian Star was painted. A wave of relief washed over you. If he was a hunter, because only them seemed to recognize this symbol, it wasn’t the worst option.

You looked back at him, not the happiest but ready to help and you saw it. A puppy. He turned into giant, pleading puppy, with his eyes wide and his lower lip caught between white teeth, and you would sell him a fairy dust or dragon’s heart or unicorn’s blood, even if you’d have to collect it yourself. You just simply couldn’t refuse him.

“I only hope you’re not equally smooth liar.” you sighed heavily for the sign of your surrender before disappearing at the back of your shop. He might have been deceiving you, as far as you knew. But if he was telling the truth, than lives were at stake here. You were ready to take the risk.

Ten minutes later you packed him a bag full of seriously illegal stuff and earned a lot of money. You only trusted it was for the good. You just finished explaining the hunter how to use some of those ingredients and you expected him to thank you and leave, but he didn’t.

“Is there anything else I can help you with?” you asked carefully but he just chuckled and shook his head, like he tried to get some stupid idea out of his mind.

“I thought… I would also take that number if you willing to give.” he said with a disarming smile and just like that, the two of you were giggling again. “Still too cheesy, right?”

“Yeah. Pretty much.” you managed, catching your breath. You thought for a second, watching the anticipation on his handsome face. You then grabbed his receipt, quickly scratching your number on it, smiling coquettishly. “I tell you what, thou. I’m closing up in about 30 minutes and we can get a drink after that.”

His face dropped a little, his shoulders tensing as he looked down at the piece of paper on the counter. His tongue darted out to like on his lips absentmindedly and your heart sank. There we go. You crossed the line and what you took for flirtation was just him being polite. Awesome.

You were ready to back out and crawl into the hole of embarrassment but at that moment the guy straighten up again, snatching the number from the table with a determined move. He looked a lot like he’d just made up him mind.

“I’m sorry, but this is kind of urgent.” he said, pointing at his purchases and giving you and apologetic smile. “But I promise I will call. As soon as am done.”

Well, that was leaving you some hope, at least. And you knew how the hunters was. Saving people, hunting things – it always came first. So you nod your agreement and his face brighten up again. He took his things, rushing to the door, before turning around once more.

“My name is Sam, by the way. I’ll call, I promise.”

“I’m Y/N. And you better do, cause I have a whole bunch of stuff to get back at you if you stand me up.” you grinned and then he was gone.

Yeah. Bad pick-up lines work but only if they said by a proper man.

I hope you enjoyed this little Sam X reader fluff. If you wanna find out if Sam called or not, let me know. There is a possibility od part two!

[samsexualdeancurious]

Forget-Me-Not

Square FIlled: Florist!Dean

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Rating: Mature

Summary: The flower shop is her pride and joy

Warnings: Character Death. This is not a happy fic

Word Count: 1,674

Written for @spnaubingo

Betaed by @manawhaat

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean murmurs, sitting on the edge of your hospital bed.

Y/N smiles up at him. “Hey, handsome. Come here often?”

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[misssamericaschavez]

Warm Enough

Dean x Reader Rating: Explicit Kinktober Prompt: Day 14 - Praise Kink SpnkinkBingo Square: Impala Sex Summary: Dean helps you warm up. Warnings: fingering, unprotected sex, daddy kink Word Count: 645 Written for @spnkinkbingo Authors note: Unbeta’d. I'm so sorry this is so late but it’s here now and hopefully I’ll have the other missing days up soon also idk. sorry. 

Dean’s fingertips lightly graze the skin of your hip making you shiver as he pulls you in tighter against him in the back seat. The two of you had gone on a solo hunt together but you got caught burning the bones and needed to make a quick get away. So, you skipped town as soon as you could and couldn’t find a hotel far enough away. So now here you were, on the side of the road trying to fall asleep in the backseat with Dean’s jacket covering you both. It’s freezing out and Dean didn’t have a blanket in the trunk so you’re doing your best with what you have.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he says wrapping his arms tighter letting you bury your face against his chest. “Just let my body heat keep you warm.”

“It’s fucking cold, De,” you say, shaking harder.

“I know baby, I’m sorry,” he frowns trying to mostly cover your body with his.

“It’s not your fault,” you sigh snuggling under him.

“You know what’ll really warm you up?” he says and you can’t see his face with your forehead pressed against his chest but you can hear the smirk in his voice and you roll your eyes.

“Dean, I am not letting you fuck me right now it is way too cold.”

“Come on, it’ll warm you up, I promise. We don’t even have to get completely naked.” You roll your eyes again and sigh against his chest. 

“I can hear your eyes rolling,” he smiles and you giggle. “Come on, you know I’m right.”

“Ok fine,” you smile and he moves off of you slightly so he can reach your mouth, his tongue sliding between your lips. You moan underneath him, spreading your thighs so you can wrap your legs around his waist. You grind up into him as his fingers tangle into your hair. His hands tug at your button and zipper he pushes his fingers under the waistband of your panties. He cups your mound as his fingers push through your folds to play with your clit.

“So perfect, always so wet for me,” he says and you blush. Dean pushes two fingers into your pussy pumping them in and out through your slick. The sounds of your squelching pussy fill the inside of the car and you pant against Dean’s neck. 

“Fuck, De,” You whine and he smiles into your hair.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” He says pumping into you faster and you nod. “Gonna cum on my fingers, pretty girl? Soak my hand with it?”

“Yes, please daddy. I’m gonna cum,” you say and your walls spasm around his fingers as your hips jerk against him. 

“Good girl,” he says and your insides heat up as you grind up into the fingers he still has in your pussy. “You did so well, baby. You ready for daddy’s cock?”

“Yes, please,” you whine. 

“You beg so pretty, baby. So good,” he says and takes his fingers from you pulling your pants down and off covering you with his body before the cold air can get to you. He pulls his cock from his pants before pushing into you and you moan against his shoulder. He thrusts into you quickly his hips smacking into yours as he whispers praise against your ear.

“So perfect, baby. Always so good for me,” he says and you whine. He thrusts against your g spot and you pant hard as the windows start to fog up around you.

“De, I’m gonna cum,” you gasp as your walls spasm around him.

“Then cum for me, baby,” he says fingers flicking your clit and you fall right over the edge around him and he follows gasping against your mouth.

“That warm enough for you?” he asks between heavy breaths.

“I don’t know,” you smirk. “I’m still a little cold.”

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Wedding AU’s!

AU Masterlist

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Dean -

A Complicated Wedding @one-shots-supernatural

All Of Me @wayward-imagines

An Indecent Proposal @spn-stories

An Intimate Dance @angelkurenai

Anything @georgialouisea

A Unfamiliar Feeling @idreamofplaid

A Winchester Wedding @myloveofwords

Broken @atwistoffate

First Dance Surprise @katieswinforddiaries

Forever And Always @waytooinlovewithdeanwinchester

Have You, Forever @whispersandwhiskerburn

Here To The Moon And Back @squirrel-moose-winchester

I’ll See You Again @i-write-supernatural-imagines

I Think I Wanna Marry You @succinct-assbutt

It’s All Just Pretend @andtheraincamefalling

Let’s Get Married @there-must-be-a-lock

Magnolias In The Country @carryonmywaywardcaptain

Marry Me @waywardjoy

Mistakes @thxwinchestxrs

Moments @misswinchesterworld

Snowfall @amanda-teaches

Speak Now @d-s-winchester

Sweet Surprises @frenchybell

The Coat Check Room @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid

The First Meet @hiddenwritingsintheworld

The New Princess @curliesallovertheplace

The Perfect Match @georgialouisea

The Wedding @nichelle-my-belle

Vegas Lights @writingruna

Wedding Night @luciisthebest 

You’re Hired @georgialouisea 

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Sam -

Always A Bridesmaid @winchesterprincessbride

Found Him @squirrel-moose-winchester

Lasting Love @katymacsupernatural

The Wedding @zepppie

Waking Up In Vegas @georgialouisea

Waves And Rocks @babypieandwhiskey

Wedding Night @sweetness47

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Jensen -

Death Of A Bachelor @angelkurenai

Here Comes The Bride @blacktithe7

Love Works In Mysterious Ways @queen-of-deans-booty

Planning Frustrations @katymacsupernatural

Something Sweet @dancingalone21

Summer Confessions @thewondersofsmut

Two Mistakes Don’t Make A Date... @arazialotis

Wedding’s Off @impalaimagining

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Just Once (Castiel x Winchester!Reader)

Prompt: “I always overthink things. Just let me do something without thought for once in my life.”

Pairing: Castiel/Reader

Fandom: Supernatural

Word Count: 841

A/n: This is for @andtheraincamefalling (Spring Fling Challenge) This is also my first supernatural one shot, so I hope you guys enjoy. Thank you for being patient with me, I’m here to stay (yay to summer vacation) Feedback is much appreciated! ❤️

Your brothers Sam and Dean always teased you for being so serious and for being the sibling who always worried about everything. After every hunt it was always the same conversation.

“Hey. It’s alright, we’re okay. Stop worrying.” Sam would always reassure you.

And then Dean would chip in and jab at you jokingly. “Yeah (Y/n/n). You worry enough for the three of us combined.”

All while Cas stood there taking in your worried glances and nervous stature, beginning to worry himself. He didn’t want you feeling responsible for your brothers all the time, which seemed to be a constant in your life. He could tell with every passing day that the weight on your shoulders was pulling you into a downward spiral. Sam and Dean didn’t seem to notice the bags forming under your eyes, and the way you carried yourself as if you were broken, as if you didn’t think you could nor deserved to be fixed.

But while Sam and Dean were your brothers, they didn’t love you like Cas did. Cas had never known the feeling of love until he met you, and now all he wanted to do was to be with you.

After a particularly bad hunt in Iowa you stayed behind at the motel while your brothers made their way over to the nearest bar. Dean most likely to hook up with one of his weekly conquests, and Sam to get drunk enough to forget about how he’d almost gotten you killed by a Vamp nest.

You knew how bad he felt after he’d left you alone to fend for yourself, and you told him not to worry. You’d told him you’d be fine but you hadn’t anticipated an entire nest of them attacking you.

“Are you alright?” The sudden sound of wings and a deep voice startled you out of your thoughts. Cas noticed the empty whiskey bottle that sat on your bed and his face dropped. You rarely got drunk unless you really needed to numb the pain

“Jeez Cas. You scared me.” You slurred.

You’d always had a close connection with the angel but being as conservative and inexperienced as you were, you’d never worked up the courage to tell him how you really felt about him.

“You are not okay (Y/n). Let me take care of you.”

You spun around to face him. “The last thing I need is someone to take care of me.”

“(Y/n).” Cas’ voice was more reserved than it had been before.

You put a hand up to stop him. “Castiel.” You stumbled over to him. “I only hurt the people I love. I can’t do that anymore.” Tears started to spring from your eyes and you turned away from the angel. “That’s why I’ve decided to leave.”

“(Y/n) I’ve seen how broken you’ve become.” He stared you directly in the eyes. “You don’t think you deserve to be fixed, but you don’t see what I see. You’re the glue that keeps your brothers from breaking and you’re the piece of my heart that I can’t lose. If you leave, we will all fall apart.” He stepped towards you, turning you to face him again. “I don’t know how you can’t see how important you are.”

“Please Cas. I always overthink things. Just let me do something without thought for once in my life.” It sounds like a desperate cry for help, and you know it, but you can’t help but feeling like collapsing into his arms.

Cas gives you a look of sorrow and understanding. "You overthink things because you care. You always think before you act because your brothers never do.” He takes your chin in the palm of his hand gently. You feel goosebumps rise across your skin, almost immediately sobering up. “Let me be the something you do without thought. Let me be the person you don’t have to think about being with.”

In that moment all you want to do is kiss him. And not because you’re drunk and vulnerable, but because he’s the angel that believes he can fix you. Because he’s the one who knows that you are worth saving. And for the first time in years, that makes you feel worth it.

Embracing him, you place your lips upon his praying that this is what he means. Cas immediately responds eagerly kissing you passionately and slowly as if he wants the moment to last forever. He loves you, letting you know through his touch and the warmth of his body against yours. He breathes you in, feeling more complete than he ever has, because you are the piece of his puzzle that he needed to find. And he is yours.

“I love you Castiel.” You break from the kiss. “Thank you for being the one I never have to think about being with.”

“I love you too (Y/n).” His blue eyes sparkle down at you lovingly. “Thank you for making me believe that I could feel something. Thank you for being the one that I get to love.”

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Unspoken [part ten] FINAL

Sam x Reader [AU series]

Catch Up Here:  PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE // PART FOUR// PART FIVE // PART SIX // PART SEVEN // PART EIGHT //  // PART NINE

A/N: This is it guys! The last chapter is here and god, I had so much fun writing this series. You, readers, having been very kind to me with all the words and praises so thank you so so much. I hope you like how it ends!! Much love and a good day to you all <3

Y/N wills her legs to move but they seem to be rooted to the spot. Why do her encounters with Sam always end up in her freezing and wishing she could scamper and hide?

He knows. How? And what is she going to do about it? What should she say? A million responses buzz in her head but each is worse than the last. She should definitely say something but..oh Sam looks so beautiful, up close. His soft, brown bangs fall carelessly over his hazel eyes. His nose in scrunched up and pink lips are slightly parted. Y/N blinks at him. She should definitely say something now. She takes a deep, calming breath. "I don't know what you're talking about," she says, unconvincingly. She doesn't know why she's doing this. Sam knows. It's what she's always wanted but she's scared. Scared that he won't want to do anything with her and she won't even have that little game of hers anymore- A way to connect with him. She'll have nothing. Sam's eyebrows furrow. "What?" he asks, confusion written all over his face. "I don't know what you're talking about," Y/N repeats, folding her arms across her chest. She's shaking a little but she manages to hold herself upright. "But.. you've always been at the library. You can walk around and leave those notes conveniently. And you literally quoted To Kill A Mockingbird. You love that book, I’m guessing. It all fits perfectly,” he mutters and then notices the way Y/N glances to her left. He's scrutinising every part of Y/N as if she's some puzzle he’s trying to solve. "You're lying," he deduces, smiling smugly. "Am not," she retorts back, defiantly. But she knows she's not convincing him. She looks nervous, she knows. She can’t back away now. Her secret is out for real. "I recognized that handwriting," he says, holding up her note and one of her flyers. Oh God, the flyer! That's why he seemed so interested. She had been so stupid to use her actual handwriting! Well, someone was going to be bad at leaving random notes. She groans internally and probably loudly too because Sam grins at her then. "Knew I was right," he says proudly and winks at her. If she wasn't already melting before, the wink does it for her. An awkward silence fills between them as Y/N struggles to figure out what to say and Sam looks at her expectantly. Sam Winchester. The man she's fallen for and has been on her mind for a while. He's standing in front of her- 6 foot 4 inches of pure warmth, beauty and kindness and she is at a loss for words. "You got me," she mumbles but can't bring herself to look at him. Her shoulders slump in defeat. She has to accept her fate now. She'll have to accept rejection. Insecurity takes a hold of her and she wishes she'd never even written the notes. Her hair is all wet from the rain and she looks tired and messy. Why would he even be interested? Just then she feels a hand on her arm, tugging at her. She looks up finally, and into Sam's kind, hazel eyes. He's smiling but there is a hint of blush in his dimpled cheeks. He’s looking at her, really looking at her. She feels herself burn under his gaze. Why does he have this effect on her? "So, secret admirer, what was your back up plan in case I found out?" he teases, squeezing her arm before letting go. Her arm feels like it is on fire but she tries to ignore it. He is making it so easy for her, being so gentle, she should definitely say what she's been meaning to say now. It'd be creepy and pathetic to just leave him hanging now. She takes a deep breath and collects herself. She will not blow this. "Actually, I was kinda counting on you to find out," she says, blushing slightly. "And also hoping that when you did-" she cannot believe she's saying this, "-you would go out with me." She doesn't end it with a question. It's a statement and a  total risk. Run, Y/N! She waits for Sam to bolt away from her at top speed but he doesn't even move. A blush creeps up his cheek and he bites his lip. Would kissing him be too bold? too soon? "Well, you are beautiful and apparently read a lot," he begins, examining his hands, still biting his lower lip.  Red dusts her cheeks at that and she feels hot all of a sudden. God, he's standing there and flirting with her. She tries to wrap her head around that.  "I can't see how saying yes would be a problem," he says, hazel eyes gazing into her Y/E/C ones. Y/N can't fathom what she's hearing. Did she hear him correctly? He wants to go out with her? She wants to jump up, dance and just pull him in for a kiss but instead, she gulps in answer. Get a hold of yourself Y/N, she chides herself. "But first," he says, saving Y/N from mumbling something lame. He extends his hand out in front of her- "Introductions. I know you know this but.. I'm Sam. Sam Winchester," he offers, smiling the smile Y/N has grown fond of over these few weeks. She grasps his soft hand and gives it a firm shake. Suddenly, she feels a lot more confident. The guy she has a crush on, wants to go out with her. Why is she even hesitating anymore? He likes her enough to trust her. He is being kind and totally cool about it too. Like this is something he experiences on a daily basis. Then why should she ruin this by acting all nervous and jumpy? For once, the universe is being nice to her. Why should she overthink it?

She makes up her mind then, as she looks up at the tall, broad-chested stranger she had first laid eyes on so many nights ago. The man who had made her experience a thousand emotions without even knowing her. She deserves this. Yes. A smile tugs at her lips and she looks up at him. "I'm Y/N. Y/N L/N."

E P I L O G U E

Y/N sits on the the sofa, her legs spread out in front of her and into her boyfriend's lap. She is reading a book while he is typing away on his laptop. Distracted, she closes her book and glances at him.

Sam looks particularly attractive today. Well, he looks beautiful everyday but his hair is sticking up in all directions, adorably so and he's dressed in a fitting black t shirt and yoga pants. Y/N, on the other hand, is wearing comfortable pants and Sam’s t-shirt.

Three years have gone by in the blink of an eye. Three years’ worth of memories- from the first time she laid eyes on him till now- flood her mind as she looks at him. A strange calmness washes over her. "Quit staring at me," Sam mutters, without even looking up from the screen. "I can stare all I want, thank you very much," Y/N shoots back immediately.

They have finished college together, shared the joy of first jobs together and are now living in their shared apartment. Sam looks at her then. His hazel eyes gazing directly into her own. He closes his laptop without breaking eye contact. His mouth twitches as he pulls her closer to himself until their noses are almost touching. But neither breaks the stare. A minute or so passes before Y/N glances at Sam's lips. The gesture distracts Sam and he blinks, the game forgotten. "Aha!" Y/N yells, throwing up a fist in victory.  "Every damn time," she shouts, as Sam rolls his eyes. He isn’t mad her though, quite the contrary. He looks at her fondly as she kisses him on the cheek and then goes back to her reading. Sam can't remember what it felt like to not know her. Something shifts in him at that instant and he tears himself a small piece of paper. He scribbles something on it fast, as his heart thuds against his chest. He can feel the heat of his cheeks and wonders if what he's about to do is the right thing. But then again, their relationship exists because of decisions taken at a beat of the heart.  Y/N isn't looking at him, she's already immersed in her book. He reaches out and places the note on her chest and quickly withdraws his hand. She obviously notices his movements. "What the f-" she mutters, clearly annoyed at being disturbed. She picks up the note and unfurls it. Her eyes take a millionth of a second to read the words but her brain takes a few excruciating moments to process it. And when it does, her heart almost melts at the words. Goosebumps erupt on her skin and warmth spreads across her face and chest. Is this a dream? Tears brim at the corners of her eyes and then they fall, as she looks at the man sitting in front of her. Unable to contain herself, she flings herself at him and wraps him in a bear hug, pressing her lips to his because speech has escaped her. She kisses him all over, hoping he understands what she wants to say. An unspoken word that she wants to yell over and over but is caught in her throat.

The note falls to the ground, forgotten- yet not quite- in the frenzy of emotions. 

In Sam’s neat, curly handwriting two words are scrawled onto the torn paper- A testimony of their time together and a tribute to how it all started. "Marry me?"

A/N 2: Yass! that was a bonus epilogue and too much fluff but hey! who’s complaining? I love you all and thank you again for reading this and being awesome in general. <33

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Remind Me Again

Prompt: “Explain to me again why we need to pretend to be married?”

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 4,081

Warning: a lot of fluff and a few swear words (mostly Dean). A little self doubt but a lot of fluff.

A/N: This is for @andtheraincamefalling‘s Spring Fling Challenge. Took me a little to try and figure out what to do for this, but this was what came of it and I’m rather proud of it. Gabriel might seem a little OOC, but not a lot. But I think this turned out perfectly for him.

“I'm sorry, but explain to me again why we need to pretend to be married?” (Y/N) demanded, pointing between herself and Gabriel.

“Ouch sweetheart, you're breaking my heart over here,” Gabriel sniffed, placing a hand over his heart, but the smirk on his face wasn't helping.

“Everyone at the resort will recognize me and Dean if we do it, so you have to,” Sam explained, making it seem to simple. But he didn't answer her question.

“Besides, Castiel probably wouldn't get the fact that you aren't actually married and blow your cover,” Dean added, shrugging like it was nothing at all. But to (Y/N), this would be difficult for her because of her feelings for Gabriel, who was also acting like this was no big deal. If only she knew.

“You know what, fine, okay. I'm-I'm gonna go get some ice...” (Y/N) rambled on, grabbing the ice bucket on her way out the door, not noticing the looks the three men were sending her. Sam grabbed a room key and followed after her to make sure she was okay.

He found her standing by the ice machine a few rooms down, just standing there running her hands through her hair before sliding down the wall next to the machine. Sam grabbed the ice bucket and filled it up some before kneeling in front of her.

“Hey kiddo, you okay?”

She looked up a little and gave a tiny smile, “Yeah, I'm okay...*sigh* no, not really but I will be.”

“Wanna talk about it?” Sam asked as he sat in front of her.

“Nah. It's okay; I just needed a minute,” (Y/N) waved off his concern as she relaxed a little.

“So this has nothing to do with your little crush on Gabriel then?” Sam smirked as her eyes went wide at his question.

“How did you know?” she whispered, looking around for anyone who could be listening. Sam chuckled a little before replying, “It was pretty obvious. Dean probably doesn't know and I'm certain Gabe and Cas have no idea either, but the looks you give him when he's not looking, the smile you get when we say he's on his way. (Y/N), how the others didn't notice is beyond me, but it's pretty obvious that you like him. Hell, I've seen the way Gabe looks at you. I'm fairly certain he likes you, too.”

(Y/N) pondered what he told her. Gabe liking her? She didn't see that happening. He'd probably laugh at her for her crush on him. “Sam, I don't see that happening. There's no way he'd like me like that.”

“Well, wait and see then. After this case, if nothing seems to happen, I won't bring it up again. Deal?” he held his hand out for her to shake.

“Deal.” And they shook hands before helping each other up and back to the room.

*Meanwhile*

Dean watched as Sam took off after (Y/N) before turning his attention to the angel in the room. Gabriel was staring at the door, a look of concern and uncertainty almost coloring his face. He seemed to snap out of it as he turned to look at the eldest hunter.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked in earnest.

Dean snorted and replied sarcastically, “You mean recently or before?”

“I'm serious, Dean. Did I do something to upset her? (Y/N) usually likes being around me, but she doesn't seem like herself. Did I upset her?”

Dean's face softened at the look of desperation on his face; he really did care for her. With a sigh, he shook his head and said, “No. You didn't do anything wrong. At least, I don't think you did.”

“Then what is it?” Gabe sat down on the bed nearest the door, his shoulders sagging.

“Honestly? I can't say. It could be nothing, it could be her way of trying to figure out how to deal with the next couple of days at a marriage retreat with a man she has to pretend to be married to and not act on her crush.”

That snagged his attention. “Crush? No way. There's no way she'd like me like that. I know that I have a massive crush on her, but (Y/N) having one on me? That'll never happen.”

Dean stared at Gabriel like he was crazy. Did he not see the way she looked at him? How she'd act when he was around? He was just about as blind as she was. “I'm serious. She has a huge crush on you, like you do apparently. Man, you two sure are oblivious to each other's feelings then. Listen, don't tell her I told you. Who knows, maybe after this is over, you two might admit it to each other yourselves and we don't have to deal with the constant eye gazes from across the room. Just know that if you hurt her, you'll have to deal with me and Sam.”

Gabriel just nodded his head and pondered how this could all go when the room door opened and in walked Sam and (Y/N). They met each others eyes and gave a small smile before looking away or looking like they were busy. All the while, Sam and Dean smirked and shook their heads. These two were so in love with each other it was insane.

*Next Day*

(Y/N) and Gabriel walked hand-in-hand into the resort and was greeted by the perky receptionist, Sarah, behind the desk. Her smile was infectious as she waved at them. “Hi! Welcome to Mountain Springs Resort. How can I help you two?”

“Hi, we're here for the marriage/couples retreat. Under the name Novak,” Gabriel replied, glancing over at (Y/N) and giving her a real smile, not a smirk.

“Novak...Novak....ah! Here we go, Gabriel and (Y/N) Novak, correct?”

“That's right,” (Y/N) said, taking a look around her for a moment.

“Alright here are your keys and the WiFi password. Your room is number 120 on the second floor. If you need anything at all, the front desk number is on the bottom of the paper. The group will be meeting up in about an hour in the lobby over there,” she pointed over to a grouping of couches and chairs on the other side of the entrance.

“Thank you, Sarah,” Gabriel stated, grabbing the two keys and paper and placing them in his pocket before signing the register. All the while, his hand never let go of (Y/N)'s. Picking up their bags, they made their way over to the elevators.

“You two have a good day!” Sarah waved after them before helping the next customer. Once in the elevator, (Y/N) slipped her hand out of Gabriel's grasp, missing the downhearted look on Gabriel's face. She ignored the empty feeling when she let go in favor of pulling out her cell phone, sending a message to Dean that they were there and checked in. Once on their floor, they picked up their bags and walked down to the left and found 120. Gabriel pulled out a key and opened the door, but before (Y/N) had the chance to walk through, he stopped her.

“What's wrong?” she asked, her head tilting to the side slightly.

“Nothing's wrong. Just wanted to do something,” he replied with a smirk.

“What do you-hey! Gabriel! Put me down!” she cried out, laughing a little as he swept her up into her arms and carried her through the doorway. He chuckled at her pout as he sat her down on the bed before going to bring their bags in. After shutting the door, he turned around and realized something...there was only one bed.

“Of course there's only one bed! We're supposed to be married, duh!” he scolded himself in his mind. (Y/N) also noticed the one bed and the couch in the corner of the room. “I can take the couch if you want.”

She just shook her head and responded, “Gabe, it's fine. We're both adults, we can share the bed. Besides, you technically don't need sleep. It's fine.” The slight blush on her face said otherwise, but he didn't comment on it.

“Well, then what shall we do while we wait?” and there was the Gabriel she knew, snark and sarcasm, as he wiggled his eyebrows in a suggestive way.

“Yeah, no. I'm going to take a shower so if you want to, you could ward the room or something,” she said as she grabbed her toiletry bag and headed into the bathroom. Normally, he would've made a joke about joining her, but this time he wasn't going to. He needed to find a way to make her see that he really did care for her, that he liked her, but he had no idea how.

An hour later, they found themselves down in the lobby with a group of other couples. Some had rings on their fingers and others didn't. It looked like some of the couples knew one another and others just mingled a bit while they waited for their tour guide.

“Alright everyone, those who are here for the couples retreat, please  join me over here by the couches,” one man spoke out calling for attention. There was at least a good twenty couples there as they all took a seat on the couches or chairs. Gabriel offered a seat to (Y/N) before taking one next to her. “Hi everyone. My name is Johnathan and this is my partner Steve,” he gestured to the man sitting next to him, “and we are going to be your counselor/tour guides for this next week. I'd like to start today off with some introductions. Just your names, how long you've been together, and what brought you here today, if you're comfortable sharing that is. I'll start off. Steve and I have been together for three years now and we started this retreat to give couples a chance to reconnect, have fun, or just have a new experience. Who would like to go next?”

That's how it went for a few minutes until it came to (Y/N) and Gabriel. “Hi, my name's Gabriel.”

“I'm (Y/N).”

“Nice to meet you two. How long have you been together?” Steve asked, a warm smile on his face.

“Eight years,” (Y/N) said as Gabriel replied, “Six years.” There was an awkward silence for a minute until Gabriel broke it laughing.

“Honey, I think what Steve meant was how long we've been married, not how long we knew each other.”

(Y/N) blushed and gave a sheepish smile, “Oops. I always get that mixed up. We've known each other for eight years. He was a friend of my brothers. We've been married for six years.”

“It's quite alright,” Johnathan replied. “So what brought you two here today?”

“Well, like she said, her brothers and I are friends and they know we like to try new things from time to time and this was a gift from them to us. Trying to get us to get away for little while. We've needed a break from work for some time now,” Gabriel spun their tale smoothly, capturing everyone's attention.

“Well we are glad you two are here today. Now before we break for lunch, we're going to do a trust activity. Yes, it sounds totally stupid and cheesy, but it's fun and actually helps. It's to tell your partner why you love them. Easy enough,” Steve stated as he stood up with Johnathan and walked off to one side. The others either got up and moved or shifted their positions a little, like Gabriel and (Y/N) did. He took her hands and looked her in the eyes.

“No jokes here mister. You can save all the silly reasons why for later,” she reminded him, catching a few laughs from some around them.

He gave a dramatic sigh and replied, “Fine.” His smile said he didn't care though. “The reason, one of the reasons anyways, I love you is because every time I see you, no matter what you're doing or where, I can't help but feel like it's the first time I've met you. I fall in love with you all over again and it reminds me of the first time we met. You knocked me off of my feet, literally as you were sparring with Dean and didn't see me and you swung around and I was on the floor. You found it very funny after you were done fussing over me. I could go on, but like you said, the rest are a little silly, so I'll save those for later,” he finished with a little wink.

(Y/N) sat there in shock. Did he mean all of that or was that just for show? He wasn't wrong about how they met though. Dean found it extremely funny that she was able to knock Gabriel flat on his ass on accident. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she gave him a shy smile before replying. “Wow. Glad to know that I left an impression on you even back then. So my turn. The reason I love you is, well I guess that no matter to situation, you can always find a way to diffuse it and make someone laugh. Just listening to your voice, your laugh, I find myself not wanting to listen to anything else. There's probably a few other reasons in there, but they aren't that important right now.”

Gabriel couldn't help the smile on his face as she told her side of this little game. He could see the truth in her eyes as she spoke and when he leaned forward and placed a kiss on her nose, the blush that spread across her cheeks made it worth it. “Keep that up hon and everyone here will think your a trying to be a tomato,” he jested, laughing when she swatted at his shoulder.

“Only 'cause you keep finding ways to embarrass me,” she mumbled, pulling her hands away from Gabriel before crossing them over her chest.

“Aw (Y/N), you're adorable,” he brushed some hair from her face before leaning down to catch her eyes, “hey, look at me.”

(Y/N) looked up and a small smile worked its way onto her face. He had that affect on her.

“I love you, (Y/N). Tomato face and all.” She almost fell over laughing before she caught herself. “You're such a dork, Gabriel. No wonder I love you.”

They both froze a little at their confessions. “Did he/she mean that?” To everyone else, they looked like a couple who was madly in love with each other. Before anyone could say anything, Johnathan and Steve came over and said it was time to break for lunch before they went on to the next activity.

During lunch, (Y/N) broke away to call Sam and get caught up on what was happening with the case. Nothing much was going on so she joined Gabriel again and they enjoyed lunch. The next three days were filled with silly games, relaxing, and story sharing. On the four day, the group was joining on a hike through the woods surrounding the resort. The sight was simply beautiful; all the trees, some of the local wildlife that came to see what was happening, the sound of a creek near by. To (Y/N), it was simply peaceful. Gabriel was mostly just enjoying the look of happiness on her face. Everything was going well until they neared the end of the trail. (Y/N) ran ahead of Gabriel a little to get a picture of some flowers and didn't see the tree root before tripping over it.

“(Y/N), are you okay??” he cried out as he rushed over; a few other members and their guides as well.

“Give her some room.”

“Don't crowd them.”

“Gabe, I'm okay. Stop fussing over me, I'm fine.” Gabriel was kneeling in front of her, wanting to use his grace to fix her injuries, but couldn't with everyone around them. So settled on grabbing her backpack off her back and pulling out the small first aid kit they had in there. Gently, he cleaned and bandaged her knees, as she was telling Steve that she was seriously fine, that she probably just twisted her ankle and it would be alright later. Gabriel put the kit away and helped her to her feet, only to wrap his arms around her waist when she couldn't put any weight on her left foot.

“Babe, you're not fine. I know it's only a twisted ankle, but you can't walk.”

“Yes I can,” (Y/N) pouted but it didn't last as Gabriel placed the bag back on her shoulders and turned around.

“Alright, hop on. I'll carry you back to the hotel.” (Y/N) knew better than to argue; if she did, he could always carry her in his arms instead and he would too.

“Fine. You're not going to take “no” for an answer anyways,” she sighed as she gently climbed on his back, Steve making sure neither fell over.

“You sure you're okay? We can get a golf cart over here if you'd like,” Johnathan offered, but Gabriel waved it off. “Thanks, but we got it. Do this all the time because Bambi here is always tripping over her feet.”

“Hey, I'm not that bad! Sam's the one you gotta watch out for; he's clumsier than I am,” (Y/N) protested, laying her head down on Gabe's shoulder. With that, the group made their way back to the resort and Gabriel took (Y/N) over to first aid and had them check her over. It was just a twisted ankle and would be fine in a few hours. Well, a few minutes after they got back to their room and Gabriel healed it for her. He still insisted on carrying her to their room and she didn't argue.

That night, while (Y/N) was in the shower, Gabriel having taken one earlier, had changed into his pajamas when her phone rang. It was Dean.

“Hey Dean-o. What's shakin'?”

“Gabriel? Where's (Y/N)?”

“In the shower. So what's happening with the case?”

“We found the bones and torched the remains of the jilted woman who was going after the people at the resort. Ghost is gone.”

Gabriel gave a sigh of relief. He and (Y/N) were lucky that the ghost didn't go after them. It should have considering their weren't really together, but maybe their feelings were true enough for her to ignore them seeing as she was going after unfaithful people. “Well that's good. So are we done at the resort or what?”

He could practically hear the grin in his voice as he suggested, “Why don't you two just stay put for the next few days. The retreat is over in three days, why not just enjoy a few days off?”

“You sure?”

“Of course. Besides, it'll give you time to work on a way to tell her.”

“How do you know I haven't?” he challenged, but he knew it was futile.

“Because (Y/N) would've called me or Sam right away, telling us about it. Dude, just tell her. She really does like you man.”

Gabriel sighed through his nose and replied, “You're right. I will.”

“Alright. Goodnight.”

“Night.” He ended the call and the door to the bathroom opened and out walked (Y/N). He recapped what Dean told him, said that they finished the hunt and for them to take the last few days here. Surprisingly she was okay with that.

“Well it makes sense. Why leave now? Yes the case is done, but the room is still rented out. Lets enjoy this break for now,” she stated as she sat next to him on the bed. Gabriel didn't say anything, just smiled and took the brush from her hands and moved until he sat behind her. While he brushed her hair, they watched some cooking show, talking about anything and everything right now before it was time to turn in. The past couple of days, falling asleep next to each other didn't mean anything. Mostly Gabriel laid awake watching over her or spooning her from behind. Tonight, he held her in his arms as she slowly fell asleep. When he thought she was asleep, Gabriel whispered, “I love you, (Y/N)” before closing his eyes himself.

Only (Y/N) was still awake and even if she didn't say anything back, she moved closer just a little before actually falling asleep. These last few days were going to be interesting.

The last night there went out with a bang. There was an annual dance that the retreat always put on and this year was no different. It wasn't anything really formal, so it was a little more fun that way. Gabriel was spinning (Y/N) around, listening to her laugh as he pulled her back in to him. The two of them just swayed to the music, her arms around his shoulder and his around her waist.

“This was a lot of fun,” she whispered, feeling that if she spoke any louder it wouldn't feel the same.

“It was. Remind me to thank those two knuckleheads for suggesting to stay,” he replied, leaning his forehead against hers. The music was winding down but they didn't seem to notice. It was just them.

“(Y/N), there's something I need to tell you,” Gabriel spoke up after a few minutes.

“What is it?” she asked, tilting her head a little. “Man, why'd ya do that?”

“I...I love you, (Y/N). And not like how I've said it this past week here, but for real. I really do love you, (Y/N). I just never thought I'd have a shot at someone like you,” Gabriel confessed, his eyes trained on the ground.

“Really? I thought I'd never have a shot at someone like you. I mean, come on, you're an archangel, I'm just a human,” (Y/N) replied, her eyes finding the ground as well, missing how he looked up in shock.

“You're not just some human to me, (Y/N). You're my human. And I wouldn't trade this for anything.”

She looked up at him, and saw nothing but love and truth in his golden eyes. “I can't believe it took a fake marriage for us to realize this.” His laughter was contagious as he let go of her when he doubled over trying to contain himself.

“Oh man sugar. This is definitely gonna be one hell of a story to tell someday,” Gabriel stated as he caught his breath before wrapping his arms around her again.

“Mmhm. Now, remind me again, why did we need to pretend to be married?”

“Maybe because we were too blind to see the truth right in front of us.”

“What are we going to do about that?” she asked sweetly, looking up at him with an innocent look on her face.

“I think I have an idea,” was all he said before placing a kiss upon her lips that was long overdue. They broke apart when the need to breathe became necessary and with a quick peck to her lips again, Gabriel simply pulled her closer and they were content to just be in each other's arms. All that time wasted wishing that the other knew and all they had to do was simply say it.

* Meanwhile *

“You owe me ten bucks,” Sam grinned as Dean pulled out a ten dollar bill from his wallet.

“Whatever. How was I to know that they would just tell each other?” he grumbled handing over the money.

“Dude, it's (Y/N). She doesn't go for anything flashy. That's Gabriel's department. But even I knew he wouldn't do that,” Sam stated as they walked out of the hotel, giving the couple some space.

“How did you know?” Dean questioned as they reached the car.

“He called me earlier and asked the best way to tell her. Told him it was just best to straight up tell her without any extravagance.”

“Son of a bitch! I thought we agreed not to interfere,” Dean countered, pointing a finger at Sam.

“We agreed not to call them and arrange anything. There was nothing said about either of them calling us,” Sam stated with a smug grin as he got into the car.

Dean just sighed and muttered, “Damn it” before getting in the car and driving off. Tomorrow one of them would call to come pick them up, but for now, they just let the couple have their moment. They were sure to hear all about it later.

[shadowandsoul]

Winchester Imagine

Okay guys. So I have been MIA for an eternity and I don’t even know if some people remember my existence. I have written two Imagine’s in the past for Dean and I want to finish my third part which also, fortunately for you guys, includes the smut I’ve held off for so long. I want to start getting back into being active on here again and now that my laptop is in better condition I will be able to give it a bit more time. I hope that I can reach the same people I did with my other writings and even more this time. So, @andtheraincamefalling @not-moose-one-shots I’m gonna try the writing thing again! 

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Omega-Mommy

Summary: You and your Alpha have just had pups.

This is for my ABO Bingo Card, the Pups square (@spnabobingo) as requested by bestie @atc74.

warnings: A/B/O dynamics, Omega!Reader, Alpha!Rob, BABIES and FLUFF

word count: ~350

“Hey, sweetie,” you heard your husband coo, opening your heavy eyes.  You had to blink a few times before you could focus on anything around you, but the first thing you saw was Rob’s smiling face.

“Morning sunshine,” he said, brushing your hair back away from your face.  You smiled, scooting upward in the bed.  The hospital room was plain, the sheets and blanket covering you slightly scratchy.  All of that was unpleasant, sure, but the moment your eyes left your husband to look across the room you couldn’t care less about anything else.

Two bassinets sat there, one covered with a pale pink blanket and one with a light blue.  “Robby…” you said, the unspoken words beneath his name obvious. 

He immediately went over to the cribs, sweetly picking up your baby girl.  A huge smile hit your face as you saw your strong Alpha so tender with the newborn, something you’d only dreamed of seeing.  You settled enough in your upright position to let Rob hand you your daughter, resting her small head against your gown-covered chest.

He turned back to pick up your son as you got lost in Regan’s beautiful face.  Rob came to perch on the side of your bed, holding Aiden within your view as well.

“They’ve been sleeping for a while, but the doc wanted to make sure that they got cuddling with their mama pretty quickly,” Rob told you softly.  “Need to get your sweet Omega calmness around them as soon as we can.”

You smiled up at him, accepting his kiss.  He carefully settled Aiden in the crook of your free arm, both of your babies now resting against your chest.

An overwhelming scent of protective happiness washed over the room; Rob’s Alpha was really showing, now that he had all three members of his family in his sight together.  “You’re gorgeous, Y/N,” he said, unshed tears shimmering in his eyes.  “My beautiful, perfect, Omega-mommy.”

You thought your heart was going to burst from happiness as you settled in with your pups, your Alpha standing guard.  While you knew that there would be hard times, raising twin pups, you knew it was all worth it to have a family with your Alpha.

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[spnfanficpond]

SUMMARY: When Sam gets in a playful mood, you’re along for the ride.

CHARACTERS: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester

WORD COUNT: 2287

WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+ Mature, Explicit smut. So much dirty talk, thigh riding, dom!Sam.

AUTHOR NOTE: This is for @andtheraincamefalling Spring Fling Challenge, prompt is bold. Enjoy :) I know I did. 

[legion1993]

HOW TO RECOGNIZE THE OTHER HALF OF YOUR HEART

A/N: This is for @andtheraincamefalling’s Spring Fling Challenge. I’m grateful for all the support on these stories… im proud to bring you another one, this one is on the fly so bare with me…

Pairing: John x Reader

Prompt: “we cannot do that here.”

Summery: You’re a lady at a royal court, in a kingdom far far away… you are of service to a Princess, your best friend, Jo… but what happens when you go with her to the court of another kingdom, you catch the eye of someone who you don’t realize could end up the death of your reputation.

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You always liked your job, well it wasn’t really a job it was more of a your hanging out with your best friend for life. You were helping her prepare for her engagement to Dean Winchester. You and Jo were on the way to the castle where you would help her get used to her betrothed…

Jo: “girl how can you be sure everything will go well between me and Dean.”

Y/N: “I can just tell that court will have new changes for the both of us… trust me girl… this will be the life… plus I hear he is really cute…”

Jo couldn’t help but smile…

Jo: “now Y/N what would our parents say to that kind of talk…”

Y/N: “they would tell us that it was a load of hogswash… which is also a load of hogswash…”

Jo and you just bursted out laughing as the trumpets sounded announcing your approach to the castle… you both looked out the window and watched it get closer and closer… you were hoping that everything would go well for her and you… but neither of you were expecting to see such a big crowd on your final stretch to the castle…

Jo: “oh man that’s a lot of people…”

y/N: “that’s probably the entire court… plus some helpers and royals and nobles and everyone under the sun…”

you both straightened out in the carriage as it came to a stop…

Announcer: “presenting Princess Jo Harvelle and her Lady in Waiting Y/N Y/L/N.”

Trumpets sounded as you and Jo were both helped out of the carriage… you both were instantly greeted by 4 people who you both assumed were the royal family…

John: “welcome ladies, im John Winchester this is my wife Mary and our 2 boys Dean and Sam… it’s a pleasure to meet you both.”

Jo and you curtsie as is custom…

Jo: “the pleasure is all ours your majesty… im Jo and this is my lady in waiting Y/N…”

John: “shall we go inside where we shall throw a feast and a fabulous party to celebrate your arrival…”

Dean comes up to Jo at that point and you nudge her…

Dean: “may I escort you inside my lady…”

Jo: “Of Course My Lord…”

Jo takes his arm and you watch as she walks away with him… but you cant help but feel like your being watched… you feel a set of seductive eyes on you, but you don’t see anyone looking at you… you follow them in suit being careful not to intrude upon their time…

Upon arriving within the castle you stand beside Jo as she takes it all in… you ignored the bad feeling you were having and just focused on helping Jo make things work between her and Dean…

Y/N: “excuse me my lord may we have a few moments in our chambers to get ready for this feast/ party… im afraid its been a long journey and we are much in need of a bit of a rest…”

Dean: “of course ladies… your chambers are down this hall and to the left… the guards will lead the way… ill see you both at the feast… Jo…”

Jo standing there smiling as he kissed her hand…

Jo: “Dean…”

You and Jo went down the hall and to the left just as Dean had said… you guys both took to the room very well, opening the door you made your way to closing the door, to jumping on the bed, to making sure that you were settled in before picking something to wear to this feast tonight…

Both you and Jo decided on eachother’s outfits, using comfortable yet presentable shoes you guys got dressed…

you helped your best friend get into this gorgeous dress she twirled around once before helping you do up your dress, which you finished doing up…

she helped you do up your dress you both were ready now for anything that this evening might bring… you both after careful consideration at your hair and shoes exited the room… heading to the grand hall where you met up with Dean and his brother who were waiting for us so we could all enter together…

To say you were nervous was an understatement… you were prepared for anything but you had to be prepared for the time of the evening where you might find someone of your own…

Dean: “Jo, Y/N this is my brother Sam…”

Jo and you curtsie, Dean and Sam bow…

Sam: “it’s a pleasure to meet you both…”

Jo: “likewise, Dean its good to see you again…”

Dean: “its good to see you too Jo… shall we enter…”

Jo: “of course…”

Dean holds his arm towards Jo, who takes hold of it and looks at her like she is the best thing that has ever happened to him… Sam follows behind but you go in last, feeling that same feeling you felt when you first exited the carriage…

You shook it off entering behind Jo, your head swimming with happy thoughts as everyone bowed and curtsied out of respect… that’s when John stood up and stared at everyone but when his eyes locked briefly with yours you felt that same cold shiver down your spine…

John: “welcome everyone, we are here today to celebrate the arrival of Princess Jo Harvelle and her lady in waiting Y/N Y/L/N… let us dance and celebrate and we feast on this wonderous spread of drink and food that our chefs here at court have prepared for us… let the party begin…”

Once he finished speaking you headed over to get yourself a drink, you were partched and you had no idea why your body was aching… you were feeling so weird, you never imagined feeling like this…you never thought you would ever feel this way about anything or anyone… though you wondered why, you didn’t understand why a married man, no less the King, the father of the guy who was interested in your best friend would want a person of only half noble blood… you didn’t care tho, you just were wanting things to work out for the best for your best friend…

Then you heard a voice from behind you...

John: “Y/N…”

You knew that voice you walked forward a bit and then turned slowly to see the king standing there, you immediately curtsied…

Y/N: “your majesty…”

John: “call me John please… are you having a good time…”

Y/N: “yes John of course, im just hanging back and letting Jo figure things out on her own…”

John: “you must be pretty close to her to be her lady in waiting…”

Y/N: “she is my best friend, I wouldn’t be me today if not for her…”

John: “don’t you have anyone accompanying you here tonight?”

Y/N: “nope…”

John looks at you his hand extending towards you as he bows…

John: “would you care to dance?”

Y/N: “I don’t think that’s necessarily a good idea but who am I to refuse the king…”

John feels you slide your hand in his as you put your glass on the table behind you before gliding across the floor… a new song starts as John bows, you curtsie… the song has you and John gliding across the dancefloor in sync to neither of you really leading you both were just moving to the sounds of your pounding hearts in your chest…

The dance finished and you were flushed you were hot and bothered… you curtsied and took a moment of breathing to realize you had to leave the party to relieve yourself…

Y/N: “would you excuse me please John..”

You curtsie and you walk out of the hot room leaving the king to walk back to the throne for which he sits…

Mary: “that was nice of you to dance with Y/N she seems like such a nice girl…”

John: “I feel something off, Mary remember when our parents put us together and out of spite we stayed that way for our country… we always said we could take mistress if they were the ones who truly held our hearts right as long as the other knew?”

Mary: “you don’t think it’s the best friend and lady in waiting of the girl our son is setting up to marry do you…”

John: “we both felt it on that dancefloor, I am so sure that she is the one who holds the other half of my heart, the same passionate spark I see inside myself…”

Mary: “if that’s who you want for a mistress then im ok with that…”

John: “thank you for understanding Mary…”

John briefly exits the party, he goes around the staircase to find you in the dark your face facing the wall… but John could also hear the sounds of your pleasurable moans… John moves behind you and replaces your hand with his, his fingers sinking down into your heat…

John: “so what were you thinking bout just now…”

You tried to move away but he grabbed you closer to his body, he spun you both around and within the darkness he plunged his fingers deep within your heat…

Y/N: “we cannot do that here.”

John: “we can cause im the king I say we can…”

John wasn’t wrong but you weren’t entirely against it either, his fingers pumping in and out of your heat made you question the entire reason behind the dark, hiding in the shadows, making your self cum all over his fingers just thinking about him…

Y/N: “what about the queen?”

John: “Mary knows… she saw how we were on the dancefloor… Mary and I are married yes and we have children but we only keep up appearances… she and I agreed that if we ever found the one who truly holds the other half of our hearts we should take them as our mistress or mister…”

Y/n: “is that what ive been feeling?”

John nods you feel the scruffiness of his beard against your neck as he uses it to move your hair out of the way, so as to kiss your neck…

John: “this is how its gonna work, I am gonna make you feel good right now, and then we are gonna go and finish this party, then you will meet me in my office later tonight tell Jo that you and I are meeting to discuss the plans for her betrothal to Dean and then when you get there we will have some more pleasurable fun…”

You let out a shrill moan of pleasure only to have John put his hand over your mouth…

John: “patience my lady you will be able to scream all you want later right now just breathe in my scent…”

You did as John commanded you didn’t want to upset your king…

[jiminisjamin]

Winter Wonderland (SPN AU: Cas x Reader)

Pairing: Castiel x Reader (AU)

Challenge: I decided to join the “A Very Supernatural Christmas Challenge” by @andtheraincamefalling and @impalaauthor

My Chosen Prompt: “Do you remember when it was actually warm?”

Summary: Y/n is Dean’s little sister (older than Sam by a year). She’s out with her brothers, and Dean’s best friend, Cas. They’re out shopping when Dean and Sam go into a store to grab something, leaving y/n and Cas alone in the snow. (No monsters,  nothing supernatural.)

Warnings: Mild Language. (Maybe a little cliched/cheesy.)

Rating: Fluff.

Word Count: 1,940

Title: Winter Wonderland

                   Y/n sighs as she quickens her pace, doing her best to keep up with her brothers’ long strides. She sips her cocoa, and shoots a quick look up at Dean, whose busy arguing with Cas quietly, waving his hands around in erratic gestures. She sighs, and her eyes dart around as she searches for a trashcan to throw her now empty cup away in. Sam glances down at her, and quirks one eyebrow.

    “Who you lookin’ for, y/n?” He asks, a sly smile sliding across his face. “Someone important here?” She rolls her eyes slightly at his comment and laughs dryly.

    “Y/n’s lookin’ for someone?” Dean echoes, mimicking his brother’s expression. She shakes her head, and smiles lightly.

    “I’m not looking for someone, I’m looking for…ah! There!” She darts forward quickly, tossing the cup in the bin. She turns around. “I was looking for a trashcan, shouldn’t be that hard to find one,” she comments, and pulls her jacket around her body tighter, trying to gain more warmth as she scurries back over to them. “Honestly, you’d think that they’d be easier t- whoa!” Her foot hits a patch of ice, and quickly slides up off the ground into the air, sending her flying backwards. She crashes to the ground, and closes her eyes, somewhat from the brief pain and the icy chill that runs up her spin when some snow wriggles it’s way down her jacket- but mostly out of embarrassment. Light laughter fills her ears and she opens her eyes, peering up at the murky sky, blinking when some snow lands on her lashes. “O-oh, shut up.” She grumbles, slowly moving up.

    Cas kneels by y/n’s side, and places his hand on her back, gently grabbing her hand and helping her to sit up. “Are you okay?” He asks, his head tilting slightly as his eyes light up with concern…and amusement. A light blush creeps across her cheeks, and she nods.

“Ah, yeah. I just slipped. On some ice.” Cas’ lips quirk up into a big smile, and he laughs.

“Yeah, I figure that much out.” He helps her to her feet, still grasping her hand. “You gonna be okay?”

“Nah, I think she needs a big, strong man to help her walk on this treacherously icy sidewalk.” Dean mocks, shoving her lightly as he walks up.

“Too bad there aren’t any around.” She quips, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Y/n, I’m hurt,” he places his hand on his chest, “I can’t believe you’d insult Cas. What did he ever do to you?” Y/n stutters slightly, almost falling again as she moves back. The only thing that keeps her from falling, is in fact Cas- who’s still holding on to her hand, his other hand resting on her back.

“I believe she was talking about you, Dean.” Cas says dryly, a small smile still on his face. She smiles, a soft laugh falling past her lips as she shivers, glaring at the ground. Dean snorts, and rolls his eyes slightly.

“Oh, whatever. I’m gonna go grab something- y/n, you have to stay out here.” Dean says, hurrying towards one of the nearby shops.

“But it’s cold out here!”

“And I have something I need to grab. That you…can’t see. Just wait out here, okay y/n? Sam, Cas c’mon. I need your help.” Sam moves forward, shaking his head slightly at his brother. Cas hesitates, and glances down at her.

“Ah…I think I’ll stay here, Dean,” he says, another small smile gracing his features. “Make sure she doesn’t fall again.” Dean stares at the two of them, silently communicating with Cas before shrugging.

“Alright man, whatever. C’mon Sammy!” He spins around, and pushes through the doors, not waiting for Sam, who dashes in quickly behind him. Y/n glances down at the ground, her cheeks tinging pink.

“I-I’m fine…you really don’t have to, ah,” she laughs slightly, and looks up at him. Cas turns his blue gaze to her, and their eyes meet. He laughs slowly, and her eyes light up slightly, her smile involuntarily widening.

“I don’t mind keeping you company, y/n,” he murmurs. “I like spending time with you…” Her cheeks brighten, and she looks down again.

“Ah- I, I actually meant you didn’t need to still hold onto me…I’m fine now.” Cas pulls his hand away quickly and stakes a step back from her.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t even realize I was…” His eyebrows crinkle, and he shakes his head. “Anyways…” His gaze flits over her shoulder as he sighs, his breath leaving his mouth in a puff of white fog. Y/n laughs at this, and exhales deeply, laughing again as she watches the puff of smoke like air. She lifts her face to the sky, her e/c eyes shining brightly as she smiles. Cas’ lips part, and his head tilts as he observes her. Some snowflakes manages to land on her eyelashes, and wind in with her h/c hair, settling down on her shoulders and blue scarf. His gaze slides over to him, and she laughs, slightly embarrassed as she looks down.

“Man, do you remember when it was actually warm?” She asks, briefly looking up at him before turning around, her boots crunching in the snow. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love the snow, but…” She sighs, wrapping her arms around herself and shivering slightly, glancing over her shoulder to grin at him. “It’s cold as hell, isn’t it?”

Cas laughs, his eyes briefly closing before he shrugs, stepping forward to stand beside her. “I dunno,” he says, leaning towards her slightly. “It’s nice, in a strange way. Everything’s so still,” she smiles, and nods.

“Yeah, I guess.” She shivers again, and he glances down at her.

“Oh, here…” he moves forward, swiping the small bits of snow off the bench. “Here,” he says, grabbing her hand lightly.

“Uh- Cas, that bench is going to be cold and wet…I’m not…”

“I wiped the snow off,” Cas says, his eyes lighting up as he smiles. “It’ll be fine, c’mon. It’s better than just standing and waiting.” Y/n sighs as he sits down, and shrugs.

“I mean, I guess…” She mumbles, and gingerly sits down next to him, grimacing when the cold bites through the thick fabric of her pants.

“See?” He says, and grins at her. “It isn’t…it’s not…ah,” he blinks, and looks up at the sky, his jaw clenching slightly. “…it’s not that bad, y/n/n.” His voice lowers. She rolls her eyes slightly.

“God, you haven’t called me that in years.” She mumbles, unconsciously resting her head on his shoulder. “We talked a lot more back then, didn’t we?” She mumbles, more to herself than to him. He nods slowly, letting out a long sigh.

“Yeah, I guess we did.” He wraps an arm around her, pulling her closer as he rests his head against hers. “I guess…” His voice trails off. “As you got older, I mean…” He sighs again, tilting his head slightly to look at her face. “You just…I mean, you were always…” Cas racks his brain, trying to find the right words to say. “…y/n/n, you were always adorable. The cutest girl I’d ever met,” he sighs softly as she slowly meets his gaze, her cheeks turning red. “But you got older…man, you’re so beautiful…I don’t…” He closes his eyes. “I’m about to do something really, really stupid. Please…stop me if you want to, y/n.” He opens his eyes, only for them to flutter shut a few moments latter as he exhales shakily, his warm breath grazing her cheek as he tilts his head down. Cas hovers there for a few seconds, his nose lightly brushing up against hers, and he shifts slightly, tilting his head and pressing his lips against hers. Cas kisses y/n softly, lingering for a moment before he kisses her again. “You’re so amazing,” he whispers, his eyes still closed as he places a soft kiss on lips once again. At some point, y/n’s eyes closed, and she sat there still, stunned at what was happening.

    Everything seemed so perfect. Y/n knew that it was cold all around her; she could feel the snow falling around them, but she didn’t feel cold. He was so warm, and that was all she could feel. His arm was wrapped around her so tightly, his lips were so warm on hers, and that was all she could focus on. She could barely even respond as he continued to kiss her lightly, murmuring his adoration for her. A soft sigh escapes past her lips, and her eyes flutter open, her eyelids feelingly overwhelming heavy as she stares into his eyes. His eyes, which are looking at her so intensely, clouded with a thick layer of love, hopefulness, and worry. His cheeks, which were turning slightly pink as he breathes quietly, his eyes scanning her face for an answer: any answer. Y/n swallows, her eyelids fluttering and her lips curling into a soft smile. “Cas…” She whispers, her eyes closing again as tilts his head, his lips finding hers again as he sighs, taking that as her answer. And it is. It’s the best answer she can give in the moment, because there is nothing else she can say. He moves his other hand and rests it on the side of her face, his fingers winding into her hair as he holds her head softly. Y/n sighs again when he breaks the kiss, his eyes searching hers when they open. Cas smiles, swiping a flake of snow off her cheek gently, his lips parting.

“All I want is for you to be happy, y/n.” He whispers, his voice small. “Would you…be happy with me, y/n/n?” The jingle of the doorbell doesn’t break them from their trance, blue eyes still stare down at her, expectant, once again hopefully: waiting for an answer.

    Y/n can hear Dean’s startled “What the fuck?” But she still stares up at him, her eyes widening slightly now.

“I- Cas…I don’t think…anything could make me happier.” His eyes close, and he kisses her again, his lips curled in a smile.

“You don’t know how relieved I am,” he rasps. “For a second there I thought…” He closes his eyes, almost as if the idea is painful, and buries his face in the crook of her neck, sighing loudly.

      They stay like that for almost a minute before Dean finally clears his throat loudly, catching their attention for the first time. Cas breaks away from her, glancing over at his friend warily, standing up slowly. Dean’s gaze flits between Cas, and Y/n, before he shakes his head, glancing down at the ground. “C’mon, kiddo.” He mutters, smacking y/n’s shoulder lightly and heading down the street, just as a very confused Sam walks out of the store, nudging his brother and whispering:

“What was that about?”

“Looks like y/n’s got herself a boyfriend,” Dean laughs, glancing down at her. “And my best friend…ah,” his face twists slightly, as if he’s just now working it out in his head. “My best friend better be pretty damn careful what he does and says around me,” he mutters, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets.

    Cas carefully loops his arm around y/n’s waist, pulling her to him as they walk. “I will.” He murmurs, lifting his face to the sky and smiling, his eyes shining with bliss. Dean glances at this out of the corner of his eye and rolls his eyes slightly.

“I’m happy for you,” he mutters. “Both of you. So, neither of you screw this up, okay?”

Cas closes his eyes, and hums softly. “Not in my worst nightmare.”

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The Winter Soldier x Reader Rating: Explicit Kinktober Prompt: Day 5 - Dry Humping Summary: The Winter Soldier is sent to kill you but he can’t seem to figure out why you seem so familiar to him. Warnings: angst, unprotected sex. Word Count: 1093 Authors note: So I’m like real proud of this one. I went in not really sure what I wanted from this but it ended up being really good. I hope you guys like it. Unbeta’d.

He’s been searching for you for weeks, his mark. They gave him a picture and a location and sent him on his way like always. But something feels... off this time. He stares back down at the candid photo taken of you in Venice and he gets that sinking feeling in his gut again. That feeling like he’s met you before, like you’re important to him. But you can’t be he’s just the asset no one is important to him, he doesn’t know anything beyond this. This constant death and destruction. He watches you now as you move around your apartment, you’re too beautiful to fit into his world but somehow you do, and now he has to kill you.

*

The soldier pins you against the wall of your apartment and you know this is it. When you escaped you changed everything about you, dyed your hair, changed your name, even changed the way you walked and moved hoping that Hyrda would just let you go. You should have known better. And now here you are and here he is ready to carry out the order but he hesitates, knife to your throat.

“Who are you?” He whispers like they could hear him somehow. Like they’ll swoop down and stop his line of questioning. They wiped you from him and that stings more than them sending him to kill you. It’s like they wanted you to hurt even more right before he ended you. Wanted you to know that after you were gone there would be no one to mourn you. 

“Soldat, it’s me,” you beg, hoping he’ll show mercy but you know he won’t because he can’t and that thought makes tears sting in the corners of your eyes.

“How do you know who I am? No one is supposed to know that,” he says his heart beating faster. Maybe that’s why they want you dead, he’s been made and now he has to get rid of you. It’s what he has to do, it’s what they use him for. It has to be done, but he still makes no move to harm you just adjusts his grip on the knife waiting for answers.

“Soldat, they wiped you and stole me from your memory,” you try, they’ve done this to him before, taken you away, and back then it was difficult but you got him to remember again. Maybe you can try once more. “I loved you once, still do. And you loved me. If you just take it slow you might be able to break through the fog on your brain. I figure you’re already pretty close because you haven’t killed me yet. But just... think.”

His eyes flutter shut and then a gasp escapes his lips as the knife clatters to the floor. He stumbles backwards away from you. His head splitting with memories of you underneath him, your scent surrounding him. He remembers stolen moments on missions, he remembers your smile, your kiss, your tight cunt, your moans, he remembers you. And he remembers you left him, though the specifics are foggy he definitely remembers that.

“What did you do to me?” he cries out grabbing his temples. You grip his shoulders trying to calm him.

“Nothing, just relax,” you try. He pins you back against the wall, this time, arms boxing you in.

“Why did you leave me?” He yells in your face but you don’t flinch. He remembers you now, you know he won’t hurt you.

“Soldat, I had no other choice,” you cry cupping his cheek. 

“They want me to kill you,” he says, dropping his forehead to yours and pulling your hips tight against his.

“I know,” you say running your fingers through his hair.

“Then you know what they’ll do to us if I don’t.”

“Yes,” you whisper avoiding his eyes tears spilling down your cheeks. They’ll just wipe him better this time and send him for you again. And if all else fails they’ll bring you in themselves and kill you in front of him.

“You need to find a village in the middle of nowhere, somewhere with no street cameras, nothing. You have to completely disappear this time, printsessa. There’s no coming back. I’ll never forgive myself if I hurt you.”

You nod your head and reach up onto your tiptoes to kiss him one last time. You pull back and rush to your room throwing some clothes and shoes into the go bag you keep hidden under your bed. When you come back out to leave you expect him to be gone but he’s in the same spot you left him. You try to breeze past him to the door, ready to let him go forever when he drags you back into him pinning your back against the wall once more his lips finding yours. Your bag drops to the floor as he lifts you, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Let me,” he breathes between kisses. “One last time, please.” You nod frantically as he thrusts his hips into yours pressing his half hard cock against your jean clad pussy. The head of his dick pushes against you and you gasp into his mouth.

“Keep that up and I’m gonna cum just from this,” you whine. 

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” he smirks against your neck humping into you two more times before pulling you off of the wall and carrying you over to your couch. He drops you down onto the cushions and starts unbuckling his many belts and discarding weapons dropping them to the floor and stripping off his many layers. He watches you do the same, lust heavy in his eyes. When he’s fully bare he climbs on top of you his fingers finding your cunt soaked and ready for him. He wastes no time lining himself up at your entrance and pushing inside. He rests his elbows beside your head as he fucks you, your nails digging into his back.

When you cum he watches you savoring this, needing to remember every detail before it’s taken from him. He cums inside of you kissing you breathless his forehead pressed against yours. He tries to remember this, to hold onto every minute he has left with you. He promises himself that he won't let you fade from his mind again. But he can remember a time that he promised to protect you and look where you are now running for your life from him. Clearly he doesn’t have a great track record when it comes to promises.

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[sebbystanlove]

Cabin Fever in winter

Pairing: Jack Kline x Reader

Prompt: I chose prompt #15 “It’s snowing!” from “A Very Supernatural Christmas” by @impalaauthor and @andtheraincamefalling

Summary: Dean, Sam, Cas are out on a hunt, leaving you to stay with Jack. You get cabin fever and ask Jack to get out of the bunker with you.

Warning: none…just fluff

Word count: 873

A/N: Sorry this is so late. I’ve been busy with work and I finally had time to sit down and write this. I haven’t written anything in a long time. This is my first ever Supernatural fic and I hope you all enjoy it. 

It was the week before Christmas and Sam, Dean, and Cas were out on a hunt that was what Dean called “too dangerous for you.” So you and Jack were stuck inside the bunker yet again because Dean was so untrusting of the Nephilim and he wanted someone to stay and watch him in case he goes nuclear. 

You didn’t mind being in the bunker. It was cozy and warm and you felt at home ever since the Winchesters brought you here but today you wanted to just get out and see something different. You were in the library checking on the weather reports on your laptop. You noticed that it had snowed last night in Lebanon, KS. This was the perfect opportunity for you and Jack to get out of the bunker. You got up from the table and went to search for the Nephilim. 

“Jack?” you called out as you walked down the hallway towards his room. 

“In here, Y/N,” Jack replied from his room. 

You continued down the hallway and stopped when you saw Jack sitting on his bed with Sam’s laptop opened. He was watching his mother’s video she had left him before she passed away. 

“Hey Jack, I was wondering if you wanted to get out of here for a few hours?” you asked quietly. 

Jack looked up at you, confused. “I thought Dean wanted me to stay inside the bunker, Y/N,” he replied. 

You nodded and looked down at your feet, “He did but he’s not here right now and I’m getting cabin fever,” you said, looking back up at Jack. 

Jack closed the laptop and got up off the bed, walking over to you. He stopped and put his hands on your cheeks, making you look at him. 

“You don’t look sick, Y/N,” Jack said, concerned for your health. 

You chuckled and gently grabbed Jack’s hands to bring them away from your face. 

“I’m fine, Jack. ‘Cabin fever’ is an expression. It means that I need to get out of here for a couple of hours to see something different besides this whole bunker,” you explained. 

Jack nodded, still trying to process what you had said to him. “Will we be back before Sam, Dean, and Castiel get home?” Jack asked you. 

“Oh yes,” you responded with a smile. 

Jack grinned back at you before following you out of his room. You explained to him that it had snowed last night when you looked at the weather report on your laptop. He was curious to see this stuff you called ‘snow’ and it made him so excited to see it. On your way up the stairs, you had grabbed your coat, hat, gloves, and cell phone and told Jack to do the same. Once the both of you were bundled up, you grabbed the key to the bunker and zipped it up in your coat pocket on the way out the door. 

When the air hit your face, you close your eyes and take a deep breath in; Jack did the same. You chuckled as Jack copied your every step. Jack looked at you, confused. 

“Why are you laughing, Y/N?” Jack questioned. 

You chuckled even more, “Because you’re being cute,” you replied with a grin.

Jack blushed a bit, looking at his feet just as you leaned over to kiss his cheek. He looked at you and smiled before he did the same thing back at you. 

You gently took his hand in yours and start walking down the path away from the bunker, talking about random things in your life. As you two walked hand in hand, Jack looked around at the surrounding environment. It was calming and quiet; every tree along the path had its branches covered in snow and he was in awe of it. You watched him take everything in as you two continued down the long path. Truth is that you were slowly falling for the Nephilim and you didn’t want to admit it to yourself or even tell the Winchesters about it. Dean would go apeshit if you would tell him about it so you kept them to yourself. 

“Y/N?” Jack questioned, looking over at you. 

“Yes, Jack?” you replied. 

“Thank you for showing me this…”he paused for a moment as he tried to come up with the right words, “snow,” he finally said. 

You grinned at him and leaned over again to kiss his cheek gently, “You’re welcome, Jack,” you said.

All of a sudden, you noticed that there were big snowflakes falling from the sky again and you couldn’t help but laugh as you looked up. Jack held out his hand, watching as the snow hit his hand and melt instantly. 

“Oh my…” you laughed, catching a snowflake on your tongue,“It’s snowing!” you shouted, “It’s snowing, Jack!” 

Jack looked at you then up at the sky, letting the snow hit his face. He laughed and stuck out his tongue, copying you as more snow started to fall. You stood and watched the Nephilim catch snowflakes in his mouth and you couldn’t help but smile at him. Getting out of the bunker with Jack was probably the right thing to do and it made you get to know Jack even more.

[gone-to-fight-the-fairies]

Christmas Interruption

Pairing: Ketch x reader

Word Count: 215

Your phone rung during dinner prep. "It's Sam."

Ketch groaned softly, leaving the potatoes half mashed as he crossed the kitchen towards you. Your thumb hovered over the answer button, but Ketch's hand gently wrapped around yours.

"They can do without you, at least this once."

"It could be him wishing us a merry Christmas."

"I highly doubt that." Ketch kissed your cheek. You nodded sadly, declining the call.

The second ring earned an eye roll. The third received an aggravated groan. "I'm sure whatever threat is out there can wait until after Christmas dinner."

Your phone beeped, and you played the voicemail. "Hey, Y/N, it's Sam. I'm sorry this is awful timing, but we're in Iowa tracking Michael. We could use some extra hands. Call when you can. Uh, Merry Christmas to you and Ketch."

Ketch raised a brow. "You know I despise being right." You bit your lip, eyes darting left in thought. When you said nothing Ketch continued. "It isn't fair that he manipulates you like that..."

"It's not fair that Micheal's using Dean."

You frowned, feeling all cheer evaporate from the room.

"I'll get our coats." Ketch kissed your forehead as he passed. 

(Want to be here? Ask me.)

Infinite: @mycuddlycorner @mersuperwholocked-lowlife @mogaruke @andtheraincamefalling  @supernatural-strangerthings-1980 @thewhiterabbit42 @carowinsthings 

Ketch: @heliosparadox @spencercollective  @alangel1895  @sherlockedtash88 @nobodys-baby-now @laurajw14 @blueberrykushlovexoxo-blog  @death-by-teacup  @yeahbecauseimbatman

[andtheraincamefalling]

A Very Supernatural Christmas Challenge

Hey guys!

So @impalaauthor and I have been planning this for a while now, and I’m so excited to finally launch this!

Christmas is our favourite time of year, so we thought ‘why not team up and host a challenge together?’ which is exactly what we’ve done. We hope you guys enjoy participating as much as we enjoyed creating

Rules and regulations:

If you wanna participate, just send one of us a message (@andtheraincamefalling or @impalaauthor with the prompt and the character you wanna do and we’ll cross your prompt off on the list.

There’s no minimum or maximum word count

It must be about a character from Supernatural

Reader insert only. No ships.

One requested prompt per fic, but you can use as many as you like. So if you chose #1, you bold only that prompt

Can be fluff or angst, but absolutely under no circumstances is smut going to be allowed! We cannot express this enough: NO SMUT.

You MUST tag all warnings at the beginning of the post

AU’s are definitely welcome!

The deadline is January 12th, 2018 at 11:59 PM CT

If you need an extension, just let us know - sometimes life happens and there’s nothing you can do about it, we’ll just add your fic to the masterlist when it’s finished.

As for posting your story, just post it the way you normally would, but make sure you tag us both so we can add you to the master post of stories at the end of the challenge, along with tagging #A Very Supernatural Christmas Challenge and #AVSCC in the first five tags at the bottom of the post so we can track it, because our tags don’t always work

Happy writing, everybody! We look forward to read the outcome!

Prompts:

“Can I borrow your hat? I’m making a snowman.”

“I swear if we don’t get a Christmas tree I will cry.” @helplessfor-fictionalcharacters

“It’s Christmas, bitches!” @gone-to-fight-the-fairies

“Ya’know what’s even better than this? Literally nothing.”

“It’s just something I’ve done every year.”

“Don’t you have a Christmas tradition?”

“I will not hesitate to push you into the snow.”

“I will get you coal for Christmas.”

“Can it, Rudolf.”

“We should make snow angels.”

“I know what I want for Christmas!”

“Jingle bells! Batman smells! Robin laid an egg~”

“It’s too early for this.”

“I’m freezing my bells off.”

“It’s snowing!” @magicmatthews52

“How festive.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you don’t like Christmas.”

“I fricken love Christmas!”

“I hate Christmas.”

“If you snoop, I’ll never get you anything again!”

“Do you remember when it was actually warm?” @trenchcoat-of-an-angel

“You should wear hats more often.”

“Aww! Your ears are all red!”

“I’m stealing your sweatshirt.”

“You call it weird. I call it tradition.”

“All I want for Christmas is for you to shut up.”

“Get festive or I will lock you in the closet.” @profoundlystupendousdragon

“… And a partridge in a pear tree.”

“Why is there wrapping paper everywhere?”

“Can I get a puppy for Christmas?”

“There’s a bow on your head, therefore you are my gift.”

“Is that mistletoe I see dangling over your head?”

“If you start playing Christmas music, I’m going to puke.”

“Why are there Christmas lights all over your room?”

“C’mon, you promised me you’d help me hang the Christmas lights.” “I didn’t think you meant everywhere.”

“Where am I supposed to hide this?!”

“Its like 20 degrees out and you want to what?”

“Where are we gonna find an angel for the top of the tree?”

“Wearing paper hats is one tradition you just can’t break, no matter how ridiculous you look.”

“You’ve got your traditions, I’ve got mine.”

“You did not eat all the candy canes for the Christmas tree.”

“As long as the ghosts of Christmas past don’t come to visit, I think we’ll be fine.”

“Does this make you Santa?”

“This is not how I pictured us spending Christmas.”

“I got you christmas jumpers, and yes, they are obligatory.”

“Dude, what the hell did you put in my eggnog?”

“Bah humbug.”

“It’s Christmas Eve and you’re still a dick.”

“It must be the Christmas spirit.”

“You’re adorable — way too tall to be an elf though.”

“I’ll be home for Christmas baby, I promise.”

“Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.”

“Look! It’s snowing!”

“We could always go for a sleigh ride…”

“Will you shut up and help me decorate the tree?”

“Icicles are probably the perfect murder weapon.”

“Are you… baking?”

“Our first Christmas as a family.”

“That is one big turkey.”

“On a scale of one to ten, how are you feeling?” “Christmas.”

“If I can’t trick him to wearing a tinsel feather boa, is it really Christmas?”

“You mean you don’t want to come carolling with me?”

“Why are you poking oranges with tiny little sticks?”

“Hey, pull this cracker with me?”

“Happy New Year!”

“What’s your New Year’s Resolution?”

“It’s midnight… kiss me.”

“You’ve heard of elf on the shelf, now get ready for…”

“Best Christmas ever!”

“Here. Take my scarf.”

“That’s it, I’m getting you coal.”

“We know ghosts are real but you deny the existence of Santa Claus?”

“Dude, what if Santa was a tulpa?”

“Please don’t ruin my childhood any further.”

“If I go to sleep right now, does that mean I get my presents sooner?”

“I swear if I open this and it’s a brick or something stupid, I will lock you outside.”

“Would you try it if I added whiskey?”

“What next? A fruitcake?”

“I’m your present this year.”

“Remind me not to let you have so much eggnog next year.”

“All I want for Christmas is you~”

“I feel like I’m living inside a snow globe.”

“Get up! It’s Christmas!”

“Did we just ruin Christmas dinner?” “I- I think we did.”

“Some days you’re a Cindy Lou who, some days you’re a Grinch. There is no inbetween.”

“Merry Christmas! Joyeux Nöel! Feliz Navidad! Buon Natale!”

“Jesus Christ, it smells like a gingerbread man threw up in here”.

“Grab some candles, it’s gonna be a long night.”

“‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.” @be-fantastic

“Keep this up, and I’ll start calling you Scrooge.”

“That is way too much cranberry sauce.”

“No! No more Christmas songs. Enough already.”

“Christmas movie marathon!”

“We should go inside now.” “Why?” “‘Cause your nose gets any redder and I’m gonna start calling you Rudolf.”

“Dear Santa…”

“Technically, that’s a fir tree, not a pine tree.”

“I’m gonna put the stockings on… no, not that kind!”

“No peeking! I’m looking at you, [Name]!”

“Christmas should be about family.”

“You’re my favorite gift.”

“This is by far my favorite Christmas yet.”