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Perfect Storm - Dean Winchester x Reader

A/N: Hi friends! I know I’ve been rather absent with posting stuff but life has been HECTIC! I work two jobs, seven days a week right now so it’s a lot and I’m exhausted. Anywho, this imagine is part of @supraveng ‘s follower challenge! I’ve been working on this since like August of 2022 or so and was supposed to be done by the first of September but she allowed me an extension. Thanks for that babe, and congrats on 500 follows!

Masterlist of all Masterlists| Supernatural Masterlist

Warnings: FLUFF! Breakdown, crying, comfort. Someone has a HUGE breakdown so if that’s a trigger for you, I am sorry!

Word Count: 5,887

Thanks for being patient with me friends! Love to you all!

It’s been six weeks since we’ve been on the road, trying to figure out where Chuck could be hiding. That asshat has been messing with Sammy and I for way too long, trying to take over the world. Sure, he’s God but that doesn’t mean he has to control every little thing and try killing us in the process! And since we have no leads, we’ve been trying to find other cases to work and more people to save. I was currently sitting behind the wheel of my beloved Baby, Sam beside me, scrolling through his phone, while AC/DC played from the car stereo and a pretty impressive drum solo came up.

“Dean, for once can we listen to anything but AC/DC?” Sam asks, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers as I continue my solo.

“Sammy, what have I always said? Driver picks the music,”

“Shotgun shuts his cake hole, I know,” he finished my sentence. “But what if I drove?”

“Oh risky question, little brother” I reply.

“I’ll drive when you sleep.”

“Yeah and how often do I actually sleep, Sam?”

Last time I slept without a nightmare was…well I don’t really know. The nightmares have been getting increasingly worse the last few months. Not that I’ve slept well before that but since Jack accidently killed our Mom, that’s been a struggle. I’ve watched her die twice now, something no child should ever have to see, especially at four years old. But even the second time, it's pretty bad. I still hate the kid for what he did but I’ve forgiven him…for now. Sam had a somber look on his face and knew I didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

“So get this, there have been an unusual amount of homicides in a small town in Northern Texas, more than they normally deal with in the year, in just six months.”

“Huh, doesn’t sound like our kind of thing. People are just nuts today, Sammy,”

“True, but there is something that seems like we would do. Each time someone goes to recover the body, there is nothing left.” Sam says.

“Okay that might be something we could work on but, I’m not convinced it’s a monster yet,” I say.

“Maybe not, but I think it’ll be worth checking out.”

Redirecting our path, I drove Baby in a U-turn and headed off to the nearest small town in Northern Texas, where these cases stemmed from. Several hours passed and we ended up in Wichita Falls and rolled into a small motel on the east side of town. Once we were settled, Sam pulled out his laptop and began typing away at the keys while I searched for a place to get a good burger by looking through flyers in the room. Sam tuned into a police scanner and soon enough there was a call in regards to suspicious activity near our motel.

‘”Dean, I think we got something,” Sam says, turning the volume up.

“All units, we have gunshots out by the WayfarerMotel. RP (reporting party) advised at least six shots were heard, no sound of vehicles but advised there were people arguing on the south side of the property near the freeway,” A female voice called over the radio and responses of “10-4” were soon followed.

Sam and I grabbed our guns, checking to make sure they were loaded and ready to go. We didn’t interfere with the police but did offer them assistance when it came to the investigation aspect. Looking out the windows, we watched as several vehicles had been on scene and officers were searching for the suspect. Soon after, more shots were fired, shouts of “he’s trying to run” and soon enough, someone was handcuffed.

“Wait, where is the body?!” Someone yells and a swarm of officers and other investigators gathered around to see if there was a victim. Sam and I took that as our queue to come on scene.

“Gentlemen, this is a closed scene” a voice said, turning to shoot us questioning looks.

“It’s okay, we’re from the FBI, I’m Agent Stan, this is my colleague Agent Lee,” I say flashing my fake badge, Sam following the lead.

“We didn’t call in the FBI,” another officer said.

“I’ll be honest, we were off duty and heard of the incident, wanted to see if we could help out.” I said, trying to ease the confusion.

“I’ll allow it,” one of the Sergeants on scene said, seeming to not care about the fight.

“So what’s happened? We’ve heard there’s been a string of homicides with no victims found?” Sam asked, pulling a notepad out of his pocket.

“Not a single one and this is abnormal for the city to have this many homicides in one year.” An officer, later introduced as Officer Hughes, explained the incident.

“Any leads on what is happening? Is any suspicious person found or any other activity that all the cases have had in common?”

“Well we did find something in each case that relates them together in some bizarre way. Each case has the same call for service. Caller calls in, advises of gunshots, hears people arguing, we get on scene and only one person is found. Aside from the callers, just one person is found. We handcuff them just for safety precautions but the majority of the time, we end up letting them go. In all my years I’ve worked in law enforcement, I’ve never seen anything like this. No definite suspect, no found victims. So we can’t fully rule them as homicides either because there is nobody.” Officer Hughes said.

“Well we might be here for a little while then so we can help out,” Sam said, trying to add a helping hand.

“That won’t be necessary gentlemen, we have enough people on this,” Officer Hughes said, dismissing us as he got back to his vehicle.

“Well that went well,” I said, sighing in exasperation.

“Come on, I bet if we head back to the police station, someone might be able to give us some information.” Sam said, settling into the passenger seat.

I grabbed a few supplies before I sat behind the wheel of my precious Baby and found the station was not too far from our motel. Pulling up, I find a parking space across the street from the building and Sam and I walk up the steps to the front doors of the station. It was the eerily morning hours, not too many people on the streets, the perfect time for people to commit crimes. Opening the large door, a young woman sat behind the desk, looking up at us when the door slammed behind us.

“Can I help you gentlemen?” She asks, eyes flitting between the two of us.

“Uh yeah, I’m Agent Stan, this is Agent Lee, we’re with the FBI,” I say and we both flash our badges.

“We were just on scene of the shooting by the Wayferer Motel and we weren’t able to get a lot of information. Do you think there’s anyone we can talk to about this?” Sam says, giving a small grim to the woman.

“Well given the fact that it's three in the morning, most people aren’t here and won’t be here until eight or so. Y’all might want to come back,” she says, looking back to her computer in front of her.

“Maybe you can help us. Do you know anything about the string of potential homicides that have been happening here lately?” I say, trying to turn on my charm as best as I could.

“No and even if I did, I’m not at liberty to discuss cases with anyone, even other law enforcement,” she says.

“Alright well, here’s my card, whenever someone is available, have them give me a call. You have a good rest of your morning,” I say, shooting the woman a wink.

The next morning, we headed back to the station to see if there was anyone we could talk to. “Good morning gentlemen, how can we help you?” Another lady at the front desk said as we walked to the window.

“Yeah we were here last night trying to see if we could talk to anyone about the shooting at the Wayfarer Motel.”

“Do you have any information about it?” The lady asked.

“No but we were on scene and we’re with the FBI,” Sam and I flashed our badges as soon as I said FBI.

“Let me call over to the detectives and see if we can’t find someone to come talk to y’all.”

“Thank you,” Sam says and we both start looking at the displays hung around the lobby.

“Agents.” A male in a black polo shirt and khaki pants with a badge around his neck walks to us and shakes our hands.

“I’m Detective Parker, follow me,” he says, leading us through a door and taking him into a room with a table and some chairs.

“So y’all were on the scene last night?” Detective Parker asked us.

“Yes we were staying at the hotel and we’ve heard about some of the incidents where someone is shot but there’s no body’s left,” Sam explains.

Detective Parker sighs and runs a hand down his face. “It made no sense as to what happens to the bodies after they’re shot. We have no answers and our citizens are getting frustrated as to why their family members’ bodies are not there to bury or cremate them.”

“And that’s why we’re here. Tell us everything you do know,” I say.

A few hours go by as we dive deep into the last weeks of the calls and cases from the City. I get up to go grab some coffee and stumble to an office where a bunch of ladies are sitting behind computers and answering phones.

“Well hello ladies,” I smirk to the room of beautiful women.

“Who are you?” One of them pipes up and asks.

“I’m Agent Stan of the FBI. I’m here helping with some of the shootings y’all have had here. Y’all know anything about those?” I ask.

“We heard about them but we don’t know anything. The guys don’t tell us anything, just what happened.” Another clerk said and she immediately caught my attention. She had long (y/h/c), bright (y/e/c) eyes, and she didn't bother looking at me much longer after that first comment. It seemed like she wasn’t impressed with me and that made me more intrigued by her.

“I see, is there anything you can tell me sweetheart?” I ask, trying to turn on my charm but again, she seemed unimpressed.

“That’s it now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to get back to,” she says, her tone harsh but I found it interesting.

“Pardon me ma’am,” I say using my best Southern voice but the look of annoyance on her face proved she couldn’t care less.

Most of the time, I can get away with some flirting with women, this one? She’ll be more of a challenge.”

“Agent Stan?” A voice called to me. I stand and follow him back to another room off set by the clerks area.

“So, what kind of leads do you have, if any?” He asked, Sammy was already in the room.

“Well, we kind of have a few ideas but you wouldn’t believe us,” I said, shooting a pointed look to my younger brother.

“Try me, I’ve been in this for a long time. I’ve heard just about everything,” the lead investigator on this and other shootings said.

“We think it might be a series of soul eaters” I say.

“What now?”

“Soul eaters, they are exactly what you think they are. Since all the bodies that have been killed here are basically hallowed out shells, we think there may be several around the area. Unfortunately, they are not easy to kill but we do know someone who can and can set the souls back to the bodies they were taken from,” I explained as rationally as I could but I knew it seemed crazy to those who were not used to hunting.

“Well that is definitely something I didn't expect to hear but it also isn’t the most out there answer I’ve heard either.”

“Alright, well let us call our guy and see what he says about it.” I say, giving a pointed look to the detective, wondering what other crazy things he’s seen but deciding not to ask.

I grab my phone out of my pocket and scroll down my contact until it stops on the name. I hate asking this guy for help but he’s our only source for this case so I push back my personal feelings and press the call button.

“Hello Dean,” his accented voice, full of entitlement, rang through my ear.”

“Ketch, we need your help,” I say.

“Well hello to you too,” he says and I can just hear the dumb grin on his face.

“Yeah hi, listen we’re out here in North Texas and we’re helping the local police on a case we think you may have experience in,” I say, getting straight to the point.

“Oh, where in Texas are you? My daughter happens to be out there and she works at a police department,” he says.

“Since when did you have a kid?” I ask.

“Oh, never mind that. Where am I going?”

“Wichita Falls.”

“That’s where my daughter lives!”

Oh crap, so Ketch’s offspring works at the police department here? Awesome.

A few hours later and we’re back at the scene of the crime. Ketch wanted the low down on what we’ve discovered up to this point so we decided to meet at the scene and go over what we know.

“So the bodies are never found?” Ketch asks.

“Nope they’re completely gone. Nothing is left behind but there’s always signs of some form of homicide,” Sam explains.

“And you lads are thinking its,” he trails off until I pipe in with our research.

“Soul eaters, except they’ve evolved so much over the years, they’re not just taking souls anymore.”

“Interesting, well you called the right person then,” Ketch says, standing up and heading to his car.

“So? What does that mean?” I say, Sammy and I quickly follow him.

“It means that I’ve seen it once before,” he said, Sam and I catching up with him.

“You have?” Sam asked.

“A long time ago, yes. It was a rather tragic event for the families but we were able to get the bodies back.”

“How?” I ask.

“Well it won't be easy but we have to…make a sacrifice of sorts,” he says, making his way back to his car. “Follow me back to the station and I’ll go over the details with detectives.”

We jump inside Baby and speed down the highway, much like Ketch had left. When we finally pulled back to the station, it was nearing five o’clock and a lot of the employees had been leaving for the day.

“Dad!” A female voice says, bounding over to Ketch and wrapping her arms around him.”

“(Y/N)!” he says, turning to the girl I noticed in the criminal investigation section earlier; no.

“Gents, I’d like for you to meet my daughter, (Y//N), (Y/N) this is Sam and Dean. They are friends of mine.”

“Oh the Winchesters? I thought you didn't like them?” She says and I chuckle; I like this girl.

“Well not at first, no, but we’ve all come to an agreement of sorts.”

“So, you’re Ketch’s daughter,” I say, looking at the woman.

“Not by blood. He adopted me when I was a kid. My bio parents died in a hunting accident when I was six and Ketch happened to be there, so he took me in,” she says.

“Well, we’re glad you’re here, (Y/N),” Sam says, reaching to shake her hand; I just nod at her.

I couldn’t believe it, even for a minute, I thought a girl related to Ketch was beautiful.

As our investigation went on, so did the opportunities for (Y/N) to show up unannounced, or so it seemed. Like, I thought she had a job at the department, but somehow she always ended up there, along with her Dad, to help assist us in our investigation. Not that I really minded her company but it was a little…odd.

“Don't you have something better to do?” I ask her as she’s going through some paperwork from the shooting.

She stopped flipping through the pages halfway between the pile and looked up to meet my gaze. “I’m helping on this case, y’all need some help sometimes, right?”

“Well yes but I thought you had another job to do?” I ask.

“I’m getting the feeling you don’t want me around Winchester,” she says, now more frustrated with me.

“I don’t care what you do,” I say, trying to play off how I was feeling underneath the surface. To be honest, I did care what she did. I barely know the girl but she’s getting under my skin and inside my head. What the hell is happening here I have no idea but all I know is I like being around her.

“Well clearly you do otherwise you wouldn’t be asking,” she says, raising an eyebrow in a challenging way.

Shit that wasn’t supposed to happen. I thought to myself so I did the best thing I knew to do; I walked away. I don’t know what my problem was but this had to stop. I couldn’t like Ketch’s daughter, her father is literally the biggest douche I’ve ever met so no way could I get involved with her. But the way she moved when she walked, swaying in the slightest way, her head held high like she owned the place. She didn’t look a thing like her Dad but there was more to her than that. She had that long (y/h/c) that flowed past her shoulders and down her back. It was just a little wavy and seemed to have more than one color in it but it suited her well. And those big beautiful (y/e/c) and a perfect smile to match. In just the few short days we were working this case, she has taken over every thought of mine so naturally, I didn’t like her.

“Dean, are you ready to go?!” Sam yells to me from the other room.

“Yeah,” I called back and grabbed my gear before meeting up with Sam, Ketch and (y/n). “What is she doing here?”

“She is here to help. Believe it or not gents, she does know about this life and has helped me out more than a time or two,” Ketch explained.

“As long as she stays out of the way,” I say, throwing a duffle bag into the trunk before making my way to the front. I could hear her huff in annoyance but I could care less.

We drove around town for a while, trying to find the supplies we were going to need for our “sacrifice” before we headed back to the motel where the last body was supposed to be. Gathering everything together, we followed Ketch’s instructions and then it was time for the dreaded part.

“So what exactly do we need to sacrifice?” Sam asks.

“Well, that’s where it can be rather difficult. We don’t need an entire person or thing to sacrifice, but we need the blood of the pure of heart,” Ketch explains.

“Who would that be?” I ask before following his eyes over to his daughter. Her face turned a bit pale, knowing her blood was going to be nearly drained from her body but she didn't hesitate.

“Tell me what I have to do,” she says.

“I know this won't be easy for you darling, but I will be right here the entire time,” Ketch says, attempting to comfort his child.

“Dad, I’m not a child, I can do this,” she says.

“I know but you are my child, my only child for that matter and I worry about you,” he says.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve put myself in a little bit of a difficult place for helping you out and I’m sure it won’t be the last,” (Y/N) says.

As much as I hate to admit it, she’s incredible for doing this and doing it more than just one time. I’m not saying I care about (y/n) or anything but this is going to be a risky task. She’s going to need to give a generous amount of blood for this sacrifice and to see she’s okay with going in without a second thought; it's admirable. It was almost as if we were in a hospital; we had a needle hooked up into her arm and tube after tube of blood was being drawn from her. I could tell it was making Ketch uncomfortable because it was his child, whether biologically or not, so I escorted him out of the room.

“Here, let’s go get a beer or something,” I say, clapping my hand on his shoulder and walking out.

“I’m sorry Dean, I just couldn't stand to see that much blood coming from my daughter,” Ketch says, sighing in defeat as we sat across one another at the map table in the Bunker.

“Hey, there’s no need to apologize. I’m worried about her, too,” I say.

A moment of silence passed between us before Ketch spoke again. “You care for her don’t you?”

“What? No, I don’t care for her!” I say, suddenly becoming defensive.

“You do; I can see it on your face. I’ve had the same look before and it does not go away so easily,” he says, frowning and dropping his eyes to the floor.

“Okay so what if I do? Is that so bad?” I ask.

“No it's not, but since this is my daughter we’re talking about, it does make a bit of difference.”

“Look Ketch, I would never hurt her,” I say, trying to explain what I hope I can do for his child.

“I know you wouldn’t, Dean. In fact, I’m not worried about her dating you, if that is what she wants. I am worried about this life; hunting. She has had some exposure to it but I try to shelter from it most of the time. If she’s around you, I’m afraid someone or something will get to her and there would be no point for my life to continue at that point.” Ketch was being really vulnerable and I was surprised to say the least, but I respected it. Sure, we had our issues trusting him in the past but this is his kid and right now, she is all that matters.

“Dad?” A groggy voice calls to the room.

“Hey kiddo, your Dad went to get you some supplies for when you woke up. We all became worried when you went whiter than a sheet but we managed to get you back. You’ve been sleeping for the last few hours cause you did lose a lot of blood but we’ve monitored you,” I saw, looking down at the young girl on the bed in front of me.

“So did you get enough blood for the spell?” She asks.

“That is nothing you need to worry about. We need you to get back on your feet,” I tell her.

“But you don't need anymore blood?” I chuckle at her, not being able to believe she’s been so concerned with this, but it makes sense.

“No, we don’t need any more blood.” She takes a giant sigh of relief and slumps back into her bed. I smile as I watch her for a moment before I get called.

“Hey Dean, we need your help out here,” Sam calls to me and just as I was about to tell (y/n) I notice she had fallen asleep.

“Okay,” I call back and look down at the young Men of Letters’ daughter and lean down to press my lips on her forehead.

“What do we got?” I say, walking into the main room where the map table sat.

“We have the ingredients for the spell,” Sam says, adding everything together in what looked like a witches cauldron and an ominous purplish hue shown from it. We head out to the coroner's office and find one of the bodies that had their souls taken out and we tip the head back and pour the liquid down the throat. From the esophagus, we could see the hue shining from under the skin and soon, another blinding light encapsulated the room.

“How do you know if it worked?” I say, looking down to the body that seemed no different than a few moments before.

Cass places his hand on the body’s forehead and his eyes closed. He seemed a bit bothered by something but then his expression softened and he opened his eyes again.

“The soul is in there; I’m positive.” He says.

For the rest of the bodies that turned up recently without a soul, we were able to restore each one and bring some closure to the families of the victims. We contacted the families and had them come and see the newness of the bodies of their loved ones. Most people would be against this but because these bodies had been violated, family members wanted to make sure they’re loved ones were being honored as best they could.

“Thank you for restoring my Russell,” a lady said, leaning over to kiss her deceased husband. No one could say a word but a curt nod was all that could be mustered from any of us. This is part of cases we don't get to see. We meet family but we rarely get to see much happiness after the person is gone. Who knew a soul returning to a body could do such a thing?

Back at the Bunker, I go back to check in on Y/N. She was sleeping and I couldn’t help but watch the sore and almost voided women below me. She seemed less pale then when we first got her out of the process of taking her blood for the spell but she still seemed..hollowed in some places. Like her eyes, they were pushed back into her face and her arms and legs seemed as though they didn't have any muscle. How much of her blood did we take?

“Hey you,” she whispers, her eyes slowly moving to look up at me. I couldn’t speak and wanted so badly to kiss her but the way her eyes suddenly changed, I knew something was off.

“You get the hell away from her,” I say, leaning away from who I thought was (y/n) but I know better.

“Aw Dean, why can't we be friends or more since you seem to be in love with (y/n)?” I knew the voice well and just as I thought, (y/n)’s face morphed into him.

“You’re a real bag of dicks, you know that?” I say.

“Yes Dean, I’m aware of how you feel about me and I can’t believe you let this kid distract you from dealing with Daddy dearest,”

I hold back from killing The Trickster here and now and give him an opportunity to explain himself, against my better judgment.

“Well good ol’ Dad decided to send me to try and get you back on track. To bring something close to you to just take it away again.

“What the hell did you do to her?” I say, growing more and more irate.

“Oh relax, she’s fine, she’s just…tied up at the moment.” he says.

“I swear to God I will kill you if you hurt her,”

“Really? I think I can rearrange that since he’s my Father and all,” he says and freezes when I beg for her life again.

“Please, don’t hurt her. She’s all Ketch has anymore.”

“Yes but you don't like him either so why does it matter what happens to (y/n)?”

“Because we all need her on our team; she’s vital to helping solve cases.”

“Are you sure it isn't more than that?” A third voice says, coming into view.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Dean?” A small voice rang out into the silence that had surrounded me in the room. I don’t know how I ended up here but I do know, it wasn’t easy.

“Hey kiddo, you’re okay, it’s all over,” I say, looking over to her. She was much better now, away from the pain of blood being drained from her body, no longer in fear of who may be lurking around the corner.

“What do you mean?” She asks.

“Chuck, he's gone. Dead actually.” I say, still not fully believing it myself.

“You killed God?” She asks, a look of disbelief playing across her delicate features

“Well, not exactly. We killed the vessel Chuck but God himself, he swore he would leave the Earth and not bother Sam or I or anyone we love ever again.

“Oh, so, he can still come back though?”

“No, he can’t. Because I….” My words fade from my vocal cords and I cannot process any thought rushing through my mind at a million miles a second. This was it, this was why I did what I did. Her. She is the reason why Chuck is dead and God is permanently leaving us alone.

“I love you. I know it hasn’t been too long since you’ve been around us or me but I can’t help it. I love you and I want you to know that you are the reason God will leave us alone. If it wasn’t for you, we probably would still be fighting him and there wouldn’t be any peace….we’re free. Sam and I are free after all this time. We finally get to relax and be free to fight for people without having to look over our shoulders everywhere we go because I love you and he will leave us alone now because you are someone I love and….I’m free.” And for the first time in I don’t know how many years, I cried. Not just a small cry, a complete breakdown level of a cry. I guess I had years of pent up agony of having to fight and defend those whom I’ve loved finally come to a boiling point. (Y/N) did the one thing I needed in that moment, something I’ve lacked for many years; affection. She wrapped her arms around me, as tightly as she could, and held me close to her as sobs racked through my entire body. I began to shake violently and all she did was bring me in closer, run her fingers through my hair, and continuously try and shush me in that sweet, comforting way Mom’s do. I’m not sure how long we sat like that but we did until I was silent again. I slowly look up at her, through the tears still sitting in my eyes, and she runs her thumb right under my eye.

“You okay?” She asks, looking at me in a concerning fashion.

“I think so,” my voice was no higher than a whisper because I couldn’t trust myself. I surprised myself with the fact I cried as much as I did but I felt better.

“I love you too,” she says suddenly.

“You do?” I say, disbelief prominent on my face.

“I know it isn't long either, but I do have some pull to you and I cannot deny it. You are the only reason I’m here. I love my Dad, I really do but you are the one who I get up for day and day again. You are the one who protects me like no other. You are the one I want to keep giving blood away for whatever spells or anything else you need. I love your smile, your eyes, your laugh, the way you grumble about anything and everything because you’re getting older but it just melts my heart and I’ve never felt this for anyone.”

It may have seemed like a rather chick flick movie thing for me to do, and believe me, I kicked myself for it, but I couldn’t help it; I had to kiss her. Because for once, someone loved me and there was no way I was going to lose her. Well, aside from the traditional ways of losing someone but there wouldn’t be a douche who tries to take her away, which is way better anyways. Her lips felt so soft and natural when she kissed me and all I wanted to do was kiss her from now on. Who am I turning into? Maybe I’m finally able to learn what its like to care about someone and have someone care for me when in the past, we would have never gotten together or even thought about it but things with Ketch have been different and he hasn’t been after us too much since Chuck started. Now, I somehow ended up falling for his daughter.

“Oh, shit, damn it,” I say, pulling back from our kiss.

“What’s wrong?” She says. “I’m sure you’ve done this before,” she jokes.

“No, I mean yes of course but, you.” I say.

“Me?”

“You’re Ketch’s daughter.”

“We’ll he’s my adopted Dad,” she comments.

“Yeah but he still raised you. What is he going to think of this, of us?” I say, motioning between us.

“He won’t care.”

“Are you sure? I mean we've been fighting with him for years and we just got him on our side.”

“Dean, you’re overreacting. He just wants my happiness. He’s just going to have to deal with it being with you,” she says.

“Fine, then I say we need to tell him and everyone else about us before anything else happens between us.”

She suddenly gets up from where we were sitting in the common room and I jump up to follow her.

“Where are we going?” I say when I catch up with her.

“To tell my Dad.”

“Really?” I ask, not believing she wants to do this now but she stops and grabs my face and kisses me, for a long time.

“Really,” She says after she lets me breathe again.

I follow her into the other room where we see Sam and Ketch at the map table, Sam with a book in his hands and Ketch scrolling through his phone.

“Dad?” (Y/N) says when we are in hearing distance.

“Yeah sweetheart?” Ketch responds, looking up from his phone.

“I’m in love with Dean,” she says with such ease, it brings a smile to my face.

“Oh I know,” he says and goes back to his phone.

“Wait, you know? How?” I ask.

“Because, I see the way you look at her, Dean. And (y/n), I heard you talking to Sam about it.”

“Wait, Sammy, you knew how she felt about me?”

“Yes,”

“Then why didn’t you tell me?” I ask.

“She asked me not to,” he says.

“So you’re okay with this?” (Y/N) asks Ketch.

“If he makes you happy, then I’m okay with it.”

“But you hurt her Dean and I swear,” Ketch threatens me.

“Don’t worry man, I couldn’t hurt her. She’s the best thing that ever came out of a perfect storm.”

#dean winchester #dean girl #dean girls #dean x y/n #dean x reader #dean x you #dean fluff #sam winchester #arthur ketch #supernatural family #supravenghit500

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diabolimeservavit666 · 1 year ago

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Brings Me Back To When We Were Young

Mick leans in, nozzling his head into Ketch's neck. Ketch has an arm around him, his hand placed gently on on the slightly shorter man's waist as he looks down at his lover. He smiles at the pure look of content in those bright green eyes and the lashes of red, green, white, blue, and purple shine on his face. The fireworks were beautiful as they were any other year but something about seeing them from this height came with its own sense of nostalgia, back to when they were kids at the Achademy below them: Kendricks.

"Do you ever miss this?" Mick asks, eyes still set just above the horizon. Ketch lets out a brief chuckle.

"Do I ever miss what? The sneaking around, hiding behind closed doors and up here on the roof top just to love my best friend, and pray that we wouldn't get caught?" The wording however hinting of displeasure, his tone had a hint of humor to it. "It might have all been fun but, Mr. Davies…" Ketch lowers his tone, whispering his next words into Mick's ear. "if we had been caught by any of our fellow students or, Heaven forbid, the Headmistress herself, you know what would happen next, I hope. One of us would have to kill the other." His tone got real cold with that last sentence and Mick laughs, despite the fact that that would've frightened or, at least, concerned anyone else.

" 'Because the code demands it'. The old woman really had a stick up her-" Ketch places his index finger to Mick's lips to silence him.

"Shhh… We're not alone." Sure enough, Mick cranes his neck to look behind them and there were two young boys around the age of eleven or twelve, both dressed in the Kendricks uniform. They were pale and frozen in fear with their hands intertwined with the others, probably assuming that the older men were Professors and going to report them. Mick sighs, giving them a warm reassuring smile of understanding.

"It's okay. This is a safe place. Or rather, it was when we went here."

"You don't have to worry." Ketch chimes in. "We are not going to report you. It'd be a bit redundant, don't you think?"

"Thank you, sir." One of the boys says as they find their favorite spot, having a little skip to their step as they do. They choose to sit only a few feet further down, one between the other's legs and wrapped in his arms. Soft whispers could be heard for them, the unmistakable giggles were much louder.

"You remember when we were like that?" Mick says, returning his attention to his lover.

"How could I ever forget?" Ketch places a tender kiss on Mick's neck, turning the reciever a little red.

"Do you think our secret's safe with them?" Mick's a little more serious this time. Ketch takes a good look at the boys then turns back to Mick.

"Certainly. Even if they were to report us to the proper authority, they would have to explain what they were doing up here. And something tells me that neither of them want to face those consequences." Mick turns to the boys, their joy shining a little light into his heart and he agrees. Why ruin the one place where you're safe… to be you?

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diabolimeservavit666 · 1 year ago

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Okay, but am I the only person that thought of that homoerotic Detch scene in Apocalypse World upon reading this?

when a character coughs or clutches their side after a fight and their hand comes away bloody but when someone else notices them staring at it and asks if they’re okay they quickly hide it and insist they’re fine

when they’re walking to their next destination and they start to falter and lag behind and/or they get into a heated discussion with the other characters before suddenly collapsing without warning

when their love interest catches them before they hit the floor and starts anxiously scolding them for being an idiot and not telling anyone

#supernatural #dean winchester #jensen ackles #arthur ketch #david haydn jones #detch #dean x ketch #apocalypse world #season 13 #spn 13x18 #spn bring em back alive #queerbaiting #theyre in love btw #you cant convince me otherwise

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queen-of-deans-booty · 8 months ago

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Goofing Off

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x Puerto Rican!Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~900

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: Hola so i was watching the episode where Arthur is talking with the Winchester about the chupacabras so can i request a one shot where the reader is a actress a Jensen or Jared girlfriend who is Puerto Rican and is the one who is teaching David (Arthur actor) who to said Chupacabras? With a lot of funny

Summary: You love pulling pranks and making people laugh. Whenever someone new comes onto the show, you make your mission to pull as many pranks as you can on them.

Square Filled: woke up married (2020) for @spnfluffbingo

Author’s Note: i didn't really go into the details of a reader that is puerto rican because i didn't want to get anything wrong, so i tried to keep it really vague here.

Out of all of the seasons you’ve worked on, your favorite has to be the current one: season twelve. One of the newest cast members, David Haydn-Jones, has been such an incredible addition to the show even if his character isn’t well-liked. Recently, David loves to have fun and joke around, and you just so happen to be one of the best pranksters on set.

Even before you met Jared, you were always looking to make your family smile and laugh with small pranks that didn’t do any harm to anyone. Jared happened to like that about you when you started dating, and it only got worse the more time went on.

The very first prank you ever pulled on Jared was putting a bunch of Ken Dolls on your car and calling him to tell him that there were men on your car and you were scared. He came out with a towel on his head like how a woman would wrap her hair after a shower and your bathrobe on. It was so funny you almost peed your pants.

The longer you two dated, the more he got into your pranks. Now, he almost expects them whenever he comes home from a long day of filming or doing a convention. Then, you two got married, and the first thing you did when you woke up as a married woman was pull a prank on him.

His life would never be boring from that on, and would always be filled with laughter and joy.

He got you a part on Supernatural for a few years now which you have loved doing. Being around Jensen, Jared, and Misha have been nothing short of amazing. Your pranks actually doubled in size when you teamed up with Jensen to take on Jared or Misha.

The newest person to suffer your wrath is David who plays Arthur Ketch on the show. He is more of a serious actor than the ones you usually work with but after a while, he got used to your pranks and lightened up a lot more.

Jensen and Jared are finishing up a scene while you and David are off to the side going over your plan. The plan is that you told David you two were going to get Jensen and Jared when in reality, you were turning the tables so that Jensen and Jared are going to get David.

“I got it, I got it,” he nods.

“Okay,” you smile.

David walks on set when he is needed, and the scene with Ketch, Sam, and Dean is ready to be put into motion.

Sam and Dean are seated in the Bunker’s library and Sam calls Mick over the phone to which Ketch answers.

“Hello, Winchester,” David says in his posh Ketch accent.

“Ketch? Where’s Mick?” Dean asks.

“He didn’t tell you? He flew back to London last night after all the unpleasantness with Dagon. Well, Mick has a lot to answer for. For the time being, you will report to me.”

“Seriously?” Dean rolls his eyes.

“I don’t like it any more than you do. I’d much rather be with your mother… hunting… for Chupacabras in Texas.”

It’s the way he said Chupacabras that has everyone confused. You know how to say it very well since you have the accent for it, but you told David how to say it the American way which Jensen and Jared picked up on easily.

“A what, Ketch?” Jared asks, still in character.

“Chupacabra.”

“What was that?”

“Chupacabra,” Jensen says in a deep voice while rolling his R’s.

Jared snickers but tries to stay in character. He takes out his phone and makes Google pronounce the word, and the entire crew starts laughing.

“Chupacabra,” Jensen says again.

“Chupacabra,” Jensen tries again, rolling his R’s.

“Chupacabra,” David says in the same accent as before.

Jensen looks at the phone weirdly as if David is right there in front of him.

“He doesn’t know how to say Chupacabra,” Jared says.

Jared plays the Google pronunciation of the word again loudly.

“Chupacabra,” David says.

“It’s like a brrra,” Jensen rolls his R’s. “Then Chupa. So it’s like Chupa, chupa, chupa--”

“Chupacabra,” David says over the phone in the same tone he’s been in since the scene started.

He’s trying so hard not to break character even though Jensen and Jared have already done so. You’re going to pee your pants from laughing so hard.

“Chupacabra,” Jensen rolls his R’s with a bit of an accent.

At this point, Jensen and Jared start talking gibberish and rolling their R’s and just having a good time while David is trying to stay in character. You can see him scrunch his nose up as if it itches, but that’s a ploy to hide the smile trying to break through.

“Chupacabra,” Davis says, causing Jared and Jensen to break out in giggles. “I don’t like it any more than you do but for now, I’m what you’ve got. So, Wisconsin…”

David can hear everyone laughing through the phone as he tries so hard to stay in character.

“Ketch? What was that?” Jared giggles. “He doesn’t know how to say Chupacabra.”

David hangs up the phone just as the director calls, “CUT!” David breaks out into laughter and looks right at you who can’t hold it in anymore.

“I’m not trusting you ever again!”

God, you love working on this show.

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440mxs-wife · 1 month ago

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Forget About Him

Pairing: Dean x F!Reader. Other characters: Benny (not a vampire), Arthur Ketch. Mentioned: Mick Davies, Ash, Castiel, Gabriel, Michael, Chuck, Balthazar, Jody, Donna, Max, and Alicia Banes. OMC's Patrick and Josh, OFC's Gracie and Karlee

Word Count: 4768 (including lyrics)

Warnings: Cheating, bachelor/bachelorette party, allusion to sexy times, Dean as an exotic dancer (hubba hubba)

Summary: Reader and Patrick are bridesmaid and groomsman for their friends, Josh and Gracie. The Reader makes a heartbreaking discovery at the joint bachelor/bachelorette party at Club Karma. Fortunately, Dean is there to help her pick up the pieces of her broken heart and give her the show of a lifetime.

A/N: This is an expansion on my entry for @deanwanddamons Rock SPN Flash Fan Fic Challenge 3. It uses lyrics from You Give Love a Bad Name by Bon Jovi. Enjoy!

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"Patrick?" you called as you carefully applied your eyeliner. After hearing no response, you tried again. "Patrick, honey, are you ready to go yet? Josh and Gracie will be here any minute to pick us up," you reminded him.

Tonight was the joint bachelor/bachelorette party for your friends, Josh and Gracie, who were due to be married in a matter of weeks. You were one of Gracie's bridesmaids, while Patrick was one of Josh's groomsmen. The party was being held at Club Karma, where the venue was split into two sides. Josh and his friends would be entertained by scantily-clad women, while the men with six-pack abs were on tap for your side.

As you walked into the living room, you noticed that Patrick was on his phone, speaking to someone in a low voice. While he continued his conversation, you finished putting in your right earring and then stood waiting for him. You wondered who he was talking to, and why it seemed like he was trying to keep the conversation secret.

This was only one of a few signs that lately had you questioning your relationship with Patrick. Over the past few weeks, Patrick had been coming home late on more than a few nights. Dinner for one was a frequent occurrence and a rather lonely affair. Your nights often ended with you falling asleep on the couch, waiting up for him.

You know he's aware of this, because he wakes you up to leave the couch and join him in bed. However, each time you've tried to broach the subject to Patrick, he brushes you off. He assures you that there's nothing to worry about, that it's only work stuff that keeps him so late. He promised to spend more time with you when his job wasn't so busy, then he'd disappear into the study to take a phone call in hushed tones.

You couldn't imagine what it was about his job that would require him to work so many late nights. Maybe his boss gave him some big project? Or....could it be another woman? you thought, your heart sinking a bit more as he finally stood up from his chair.

"Yeah, see you later, Karl," he said before hanging up the phone, his back still to you. He heaved a deep sigh and tilted his head towards the ceiling. He seemed startled when he turned around to see you standing before him. "Oh! Didn't see you standing there," he remarked, then frowned as he checked his watch. "I hope you're ready to go, because I believe Josh and Gracie are here for us."

"Yes, Patrick, I'm ready, just need to grab my handbag. So, um, who was that on the phone?" you asked.

"That? Oh, that was just Karl. New guy at work, only been with us for a short time. Had to go over some documents I gave him yesterday," Patrick hastily replied.

"On a Saturday night?" you questioned, a note of suspicion obvious in your tone.

"Not this again. Yes, sweetheart, on a Saturday night," he responded with a roll of his eyes. "The guy's a workaholic, but his work is more than satisfactory, which is why he'll probably be moved up soon to my area permanently," he answered.

"Oh. That's good," you added absently. "Maybe then you'll actually start getting home at a decent hour," you mumbled under your breath. Or he's only saying this to cover something up, which is the more likely explanation, you inwardly frowned. Your attention was diverted by a horn sounding outside. You drew back the curtains and smiled when you saw the party bus rented for the evening's transportation.

From the back of the chair, you grabbed your shawl in case there was a chill in the air later that evening. In your purse, you placed your lip gloss, your wallet with some cash, cards, and your ID, plus your phone. The side doors for the party bus were wide open, with Josh and Gracie standing on the steps. Gracie gave you a hug, then pulled you over to sit next to her as her fiancé and your boyfriend found their seats.

"Is this everyone?" the driver called to the group.

"Yep, they're the last ones!" Gracie affirmed enthusiastically. "Driver, please take us to our destination, Club Karma!" A round of cheers rose from the group at the mention of the club's name. The driver shook his head in amusement and headed for the club.

***

"Hey there, fellas," drawled a voice as it entered the dancers' dressing room.

"Well, hey there yourself, Dean-O! Wait a minute, what're you doin' here? I thought this was your day off," observed Benny.

"It is my day off. However, Jody called and talked me into working. All because we have not one, not two, but three, count them, three bachelorette parties tonight," Dean explained.

"Now, that's what I'm talking about! Let's get this party started!" chimed in Arthur Ketch. He was one of five dancers in the extremely popular "Urban Legend" group. The other members included Dean's best friend, Benny Lafitte, and Ketch's best friend, Mick Davies. Rookie dancer Max Banes had a sister, Alicia, who also worked at the club, but as a mixologist. Dean was usually front and center, though, the one who performed the solo dances with the women pulled from the crowd.

Urban Legend was the headliner, while the "God Squad" warmed up the crowd. Their members consisted of brothers Castiel and Gabriel Novak, Balthazar, Michael, and Chuck Shurley. Each man had different colored "wings" strapped to his bare back as part of his costume. They surveyed the clientele, giving the Legends a read on the room. They also made suggestions on which of the lucky ladies from the crowd should potentially join them on stage.

"With three bachelorette parties tonight, should be a wild ride, eh brother?" Benny grinned as he nudged Dean's arm. "Hey, you all right?" he asked.

Dean broke out of his trance and turned to look at Benny. "Yeah, I'm fine, why do you ask?"

"Because you've got that same thousand-yard stare you've had for the past several months. Plus, you look like you'd rather be anywhere but here," he answered. "Wait a minute. Is this about Lisa?"

"No! No, no, this is not about--this is not--okay, yeah. It's about Lisa," Dean muttered. "After three years, I was finally going to propose to her, dammit! Only to find out she's shacking up with some hippie-dippie douchebag from her yoga class. He doesn't even eat meat, for cryin' out loud!" he grumbled.

Benny sighed and tried to suppress his laughter at Dean's last remark. "Listen, I know you were together for a long time, and it's only been eight months since you broke up. But that's why tonight is gonna be so great! You're a free man now, and there are plenty of gorgeous women out there for you to choose from. You know what they say, right? The best way to get over a woman is to get a new one underneath you," he smirked and then waggled his eyebrows.

Dean let out a booming laugh and clapped Benny on the shoulder a couple of times. "You are absolutely right, my friend. Thank you, brother," he remarked.

"Anytime, Dean-O, anytime," Benny grinned.

The God Squad was about halfway through their routine, while Urban Legend finished getting ready for their turn in the spotlight. Dean stepped out of the dressing room and poked his head around the curtain to survey the crowd.

This house is packed, he thought with a smile, which should definitely be good for business all around. From the servers and the mixologists, to the bouncers and the dancers, everyone should be making bank tonight. He was about to return to the dressing room when his eyes landed on you.

You were wearing a pale pink skater dress made of woven crepe material, with a tiered skirt and a hem that reached mid-thigh. It had a sweetheart neckline and short, slightly puffy sleeves and a corseted bodice. You had on your favorite taupe shoes with a t-strap and a 1-inch block heel, keeping your make-up and jewelry simple. A sash with "Bridesmaid" written on it in silver glitter script lettering was draped across your chest.

"Whoa. Helloooo, Gorgeous," he whispered to himself. He watched as your friends tried tugging on your arm to get you out on the dance floor, but you gave them a sweet smile and gentle shake of your head. They protested, clasping their hands in front of them in a last-ditch effort, praying for you to join them. You softly laughed and assured them that you would be fine by yourself for the final dance before his group came on.

One thing bothered Dean, though, and it was how your smile didn't appear to be genuine. The faraway look in your eyes was a familiar one for him, like the one he had because of Lisa. For someone who was supposed to be celebrating her friend's upcoming nuptials, you looked as though you'd rather be anywhere but here. Dean smiled to himself when he realized he'd found his "spotlight lady" for the evening.

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Sixty seconds. Sixty more seconds and he might've gotten away with it. A whole minute longer and you wouldn't have seen them. Unfortunately, your nagging suspicions were proven correct, because you finally caught your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend in the act. He was leaving the hallway to the bathrooms, making out with fellow bridesmaid but soon-to-be ex-friend, Karlee.

An angel's smile is what you sellYou promised me Heaven, then put me through HellChains of love got a hold on meWhen passion's a prison, you can't break free

Karlee had left the table to use the restroom, or so she'd said. When she'd been gone for nearly twenty minutes, you decided to look for her. You paused in the hallway after hearing giggles that sounded like Karlee, so you turned to go back to the table. As soon as you took two steps down the hall, you heard Patrick's voice tell Karlee how beautiful she was and saw her pull him in for a deep kiss.

Shot through the heart and you're to blameYou give love a bad name (bad name)I play my part and you play your gameYou give love a bad name (bad name)

"When are you gonna tell her?" Karlee asked between his kisses and her panting breaths. "I hate being able to only see you in the office when we 'work late' together," she whined.

Patrick paused his kissing assault on her neck to look her in the eye. "After the wedding, I promise I'll tell her. Then we can be together all the time, out in the open, away from work. If I do it now, it'll mess up the wedding processional," he explained. "Gracie has us paired up to walk down the aisle."

"It's not fair," she pouted. "Gracie has me walking with Josh's little cousin. If you break it off now, I can be on your arm, while she'll have to be with Brandon."

"I know, Babe, but think of how awkward it would be, us at the same wedding after breaking up right before it. I couldn't do that to her," he reasoned.

"You're so thoughtful," she remarked in a sickeningly sweet voice. "Now hurry and kiss me like you mean it, because I've probably been gone too long from the table. Someone's probably looking for me," Karlee added.

"Well, we can't have that, now can we," he replied with a sexy smile before he crashed his lips to hers. The smile that used to be reserved especially for you.

Tears sprang to your eyes, and you fought to push them away. You hurried back to the table and sat down next to Gracie just as they announced the headliner, Urban Legend. Your heart wasn't into partying anymore, but you didn't want to ruin Gracie's night. So, you plastered on a smile and focused your attention on the stage and the man in the middle of the group, whose name was Dean.

He was wearing dark wash denim jeans that hugged his bowed legs and molded perfectly to his backside. The sleeves of his white T-shirt were cut off, and there was a red and black flannel shirt tied around his waist. Gracie's table was near the front of the stage where Dean was standing, so you had an unobstructed view of his exquisite physique.

The music started, the low, pulsating beat creating a framework for the group to settle into their routine. When the music changed, Dean slowly sauntered towards the edge and made a show of scanning the crowd. The DJ announced he was searching for a woman to single out for what he stated was a "Spotlight Dance".

Dean's piercing gaze locked onto you and a sexy grin showcasing his pearly whites stretched across his chiseled, lightly stubbled face. He held out his hand in your direction, but you looked at Gracie, thinking he meant to dance with her as the bride-to-be. Gracie smiled as she shook her head, then nudged your elbow, causing you to return your focus to Dean. He dropped to his knees and nodded at you, his bottom lip caught between his teeth in a sultry smirk.

Slowly you rose up from your chair and made your way up onto the stage, accepting Dean's hand in the process. He stood up and pulled you towards him roughly so your body was nearly flush against his. You caught a whiff of his woodsy cologne, as his finger traced your jawline. Then Dean leaned close to your ear. "Babygirl, I'm gonna make you forget all about that cheatin' sonafabitch," he whispered.

"What?" you breathed. "How do you--"

"I saw him making out with that other chick in the hallway by the restrooms. Don't worry, sweetheart, I've got you," he grinned. While he was talking to you, Benny had placed an armless chair in the center of the stage. Dean took a few steps away from you and held out his hand, allowing you to decline, but silently praying for you to accept. To his relief, you gave him a genuine smile and with an imperceptible nod, took his hand.

With a blinding white smile, Dean carefully enveloped your hand in his, then raised it to his lips and kissed the back of it. He led you over to the chair and you sat down, but kept your focus completely on him even after he released your hand. He took a few steps away from you and slipped into a routine of sensual dance moves, causing the women to howl in appreciation.

Not quite sure what to do with your hands, you kept them folded in your lap for the moment. From what you'd heard about places like this, there were rules about the amount of physical contact that was allowed between entertainer and patron. You were counting on Dean's guidance in this area. While you didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable, you were nearly craving the feel of his taut muscles under your fingertips.

After he finished his warm-up, he nodded to someone offstage. Suddenly, all of the lights in the main room were dimmed but a spotlight was left on Dean. You quickly glanced around, and you couldn't make out any of the faces in the crowd. It felt like you and Dean were the only ones in the room, which caused your heart to race.

Dean slowly sauntered over to you, the spotlight following his every move. He stopped behind you, his hands coming to rest on the back of your chair. He itched to let his fingertips graze your soft-looking skin, to comb his fingers through your tresses. You were right, there were rules about physical contact. However, his bosses, Jody and Donna, allowed each dancer to decide how far the rules could be bent without breaking them. None of that mattered, though, because there was no way he was going to place his hands on your body without your permission.

He leaned over your shoulder and paused with his lips dangerously close to your ear. "God, you have no idea what you do to me," he murmured. "Sweetheart, is it okay for me to touch you? I swear I won't unless I have your permission." He saw you nod your head, but he shook his. "I need words, babygirl."

"Yes," you immediately whispered, desperate to feel his calloused hands caressing your skin. You felt him smile against your hair before he spun around a few times until he was in front of you.

Dean dropped to his knees, then tilted his head up to catch your gaze. His hands slid up your lower legs, massaging your calf muscle before resuming their track up to your knees. He pressed his lips to each kneecap, making eye contact after each kiss.

He noticed your hands were no longer in your lap, but clenched around the edge of the chair, which caused him to chuckle. "Relax, baby, it's okay for you to touch, too," he assured you. "I want you to." As additional incentive, he ripped open his T-shirt down the middle and discarded it on the stage, much to the crowd's howling approval.

At first, you were hesitant to place your hands on him, despite his assurances. Patrick had been your boyfriend for the past four years, during which you had remained unfailingly faithful. However, after what you'd seen earlier in the hallway, there was no way he could say the same. This thought lessened some of your guilt associated with touching another man in such an intimate manner.

You placed your hands on his shoulders, then smoothed them up and down his muscular, tattooed biceps. Your fingertips danced back up to his shoulders and curled around his neck, teasing the small hairs at the base. He leaned his forehead against yours and let out a playful growl. "Playing with fire, there, darlin'," he murmured. "I like it like that," he grinned.

He stood up, letting your hands slip out from around his neck, but he caught them before they completely fell away. Holding your wrists, he placed your palms on his torso and leisurely moved them up and down the contours of his toned chest. He shuddered involuntarily when your fingers brushed against his peaked nipples. He thought was an accident, until he caught a spark of mischief in your eyes, which fueled the fire in his chest.

Whatever was going on with you and Dean onstage seemed to meet with the audience's approval, because it was raining money. "You ready to give them a real show, honey?" he asked.

"Yes, please," you pleaded with a nod. Dean pulled you up from the chair, then tilted you away from him, his large hand splayed across your back. Then he swung you around at the waist before bringing you back flush against his body. He guided your arms to loop at his neck, while his hands gripped your waist.

The two of you moved together in a circle, with the chair in the middle, then the music changed to a slow, sultry beat. Hips were moving in sync and you matched him step for step as the crowd grew quieter, in complete awe and unable to tear their eyes away from the actions unfolding on stage. When the music drew to an end, Dean gave you a wink and dipped you over his knee.

"Thank you for the dance, sweetheart," he smiled, then pressed a kiss to your cheek. "Remember, he doesn't deserve you, honey. He never will," he mumbled against your skin. You nodded in agreement and he gave you a wink before waving to the crowd and heading off stage.

Benny appeared shortly after Dean left and took your hand to guide you back to your table. "Dean wanted me to tell you he loved dancing with you and wanted to do it again, if you were up for it," he remarked. "The guys all come back out to mingle with the crowd, but I can tell he only has eyes for you, chérie," he confided.

"Tell him....tell him I'll be waiting for him," you replied in his ear. Benny's face lit up with a beaming smile as he gave you a quick bow and jogged back to the dressing room.

As soon as you sat down, Gracie grabbed your arm and shook you. "That was so HOTTT!" she squealed. "I never knew you could dance like that. Weren't they just amazing?" she exclaimed to Karlee, who was sitting on her right.

Karlee rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest with a petulant look on her face. "Yeah, wonder what Patrick is going to say about his girlfriend of four years bumpin' and grindin' with some guy on stage in front of everyone," she muttered.

By this point, you were done holding back. "Hmm, I don't know. I did see him earlier, though. He didn't really have much to say, though, only because he was shoving his tongue down your throat, right? You know, when you were 'going to the bathroom'," you retorted. "I think this makes Patrick and me about even, don't you?"

Gracie's attention whipped back around to you. "WHAT??" Her focus shifted over to Karlee, her eyes narrowed. "Is this true?" she demanded. When Karlee failed to answer, Gracie shook her head in disgust, then turned to talk to you. Karlee slammed her drink on the table and stormed away from the table.

"Now. Tell me everything."

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True to Benny's word, the dancers from both sides of the house came out after their performances to connect with more of the patrons. In most clubs, the mix of alcohol and flirty dance moves is usually a recipe for disaster, but Jody and Donna ran a tight ship. The bouncers adhered to the bosses' strict instructions to remove anyone who disrespected their performers in any way. And if an altercation broke out among the patrons, the same rules were applied.

As promised, Dean came out with the others, but his sole purpose was to find you. Josh had already claimed his bride-to-be for a few tours around the dance floor, leaving you to nurse your drink. At least until Dean returned to continue what was started on stage. He knew it was risky to pursue a client, especially one already in a relationship. But there was something about you that kept pulling him in and wouldn't let go.

He led you out onto the dance floor, guiding your arms to rest on his shoulders and your hands to link behind his head. His hands settled on your hips and pulled you to connect with his body. "Makes it easier for me to lead you, sugar. If I move left, you have to move left. If I move right, so do you. Now if I want to spin you out," he nudged you on your right side and twirled you away with his beefy arms. He spun you back, only to bring your back flush with his chest. "See? That's how it's done."

"It certainly is," you grinned, reaching back to curl your arm around his neck and inching it downward. You kept your hold on him and soon you felt his warm breath ghosting over your skin as you closed your eyes in surrender to the sensation. He continued to sway the two of you in time with the music, his arm curling around your midsection. His strong left hand splayed across your tummy, which you covered with your own, interlacing your fingers.

"There they are!" a shrill voice shattered your contentment with those three words. "I told you she was hooking up with someone else, Patrick," Karlee shouted. Her display was enough to draw the attention of others in the crowd, most of whom had stopped dancing to witness the drama.

Patrick looked at you, held protectively in Dean's arms and not seeming too terribly apologetic about it. "So, you get a few drinks in you and then you let some other guy put his hands on you? How could you do this to me? We've been together for four years, and you're just willing to throw it all away for some-some-dancer??" he spat out.

Dean had started to move towards Patrick but stopped when you placed a hand on his arm. "It's okay," you murmured. "I've got this." You turned your attention to your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend, who was holding hands with your soon-to-be ex-friend. It was time for your unhappiness to end.

"How about the late nights of falling asleep on the couch, waiting for you? The dinners for one, and the hushed phone calls that end as soon as I enter the room? Or what about how I caught you making out with Karlee in the hallway this very evening? Are you willing to throw away four years for-for-HER?"

All the color seemed to drain from Patrick's face. "Baby, it's not--it's not--"

"Don't ever call me 'Baby', Patrick. You lost that right tonight. And for God's sake, don't insult my intelligence by saying 'it's not what it looked like'. It all makes sense now. This has probably been going on since you two started working together, right, 'Karl'?" you directed at Karlee. Her face carried an uncomfortable expression, but she said nothing.

Patrick grabbed your hand and tried to pull you away from Dean. "Sweetheart, please," he whimpered.

You yanked your hand away from him. "No, absolutely not, we're done, Patrick. And I want your cheating ass moved out of the house this weekend. Maybe you can get 'Little Miss Homewrecker' to help you," you retorted.

One of the bouncers approached your position and stood with his arms folded across his chest. "All right, break it up. I think it's time for some of you to leave," he declared. You took only one step towards your table when you held up his hand. "Oh, no, not you, Miss. Mr. Cheating Douchebag and Little Miss Homewrecker are the ones who need to leave," he remarked with a subtle wink in your direction.

Karlee started sputtering about how it's not fair, that you and Dean were just as much involved in the drama as she and Patrick were. The bouncer didn't want to hear any of it and continued to herd them towards the door. At least for his part, Patrick only wanted to get out of the club before any more drama would follow. At the door, he turned and took one last look at you, shaking his head sadly at the realization that he'd lost you.

Dean pivoted so he was able to look you in the face, but your eyes were intently studying the floor. He hooked an index finger under your chin and tilted it up for his eyes to meet yours. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, his knuckles gently grazing your cheek.

You drew a deep shuddering breath. "I am for now, though that may change in the morning. I do feel that a giant weight has been lifted off of my chest, with everything out in the open."

"I know the feeling. It's been awhile, but I was in a long-term relationship also. She cheated on me, with someone from her yoga class," he grimaced. "She also couldn't handle all of this," he mentioned, gesturing around the club. "Kept trying to push me to get a 'regular job'. Couldn't do it, not when this is where my heart is. Especially now," he grinned. "Wow, this is some heavy conversation for a first date, huh?"

"First date?" you giggled. "I suppose we could count this as a first date if you want."

"Does that mean you're open to a second date?" he asked. Before you could answer, he hastily interjected. "Listen, I know you are fresh out of a long-term relationship, and there may be some trust issues we'll have to work through. I promise, I'm willing to go as slow as you want, but....I don't want to let go of you just yet," he confessed.

He was making an excellent case for himself, and you didn't want to let go of him at the moment, either. "Well, I do need a 'plus one' for this wedding I'm in as a bridesmaid," you answered, your index finger tracing shapes on his chest. "It's a few weeks from now. Maybe we can start there and see how it goes?"

Dean's face broke out into a beaming smile. "Absolutely, babygirl. And I look devastatingly handsome in a tuxedo, if I may say so myself. Plus, I know how to dance."

"I can't wait to see you in a tux, especially if you look this good in a T-shirt," you replied.

"And you're gonna make the most beautiful bridesmaid. With me by your side, they'll all be jealous of us. Patrick will have to live with knowing what he's lost," he commented.

Your flashed him your sexiest smile, then asked, "'Patrick' who?"

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apocalypseornaw · 11 months ago

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Unlikely

I got @heavenssexiestangel for @spnfanficpond secret Santa. I've never written for Ketch. Hope you enjoy!!

It's an unlikely pair. A hunter and a men of letters or is it after all?

Arthur Ketch x GN Reader

American hunters were equivalent to neanderthals or that's what was taught to the British men of letters. They ran in head first, guns blazing and solved everything with violence and most of the time let their emotions get the best of them. Hunters couldn't be trusted. Ketch had learnt a lot of his teachings had indeed been fasle what really made him truly renounce anything he'd ever learned was the moment he first laid eyes on you.

You were infuriating, stubborn enough to put Dean Winchester to shame and the temper on you would make Lucifer himself think twice about crossing you. The first impression Ketch managed to have of you was the fact that you possessed a marvelous right hook.

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You knew what Dean and Sam both had told you. Ketch had changed when he came back from the dead, he'd ditched the old way of thinking he'd been taught but you hadn't got your lick in when he'd betrayed the boys, when he'd nearly killed them and had brain washed Mary into killing so many hunters.

Without thinking the moment you walked into the bunker and saw him standing in the library you'd shoved right past both Winchesters and did your best to knock his head clean off his shoulders. You'd at least managed to stagger him but damn him he'd simply wiped a thumb across his lip to collect the blood that you'd drawn and gave you a wicked looking grin “Well you must be Y/N. I've heard so much about you”

You'd gone for another swing but Dean had grabbed your arm “Easy killer. He's on our side now. You know I wouldn't let him be standing here if he couldn't be trusted” you hadn't taken your eyes off Ketch even as you told Dean “Fine. But if he hurts another hunter I'll kill him and make it stick”

The first time you'd started to trust Ketch was when he'd gotten hurt on a hunt to protect you.

The two of you had gotten separated from Sam and Dean hunting down a werewolf pack that had all gone rogue. Ten head. You heard a noise and turned half a second too late, the claws would have dug into your stomach had Ketch not snatched you out of the way taking the blow himself. You screamed his name but had to concentrate on the threat at hand. He'd survive, you hoped.

You'd killed two wolves before San and Dean heard your screams and came running. Between the three of you the remaining pack members were quickly disposed of.

You'd ran to Ketch and found him sitting at the base of a tree holding pressure to his side “Dammit Arthur what the fuck was that?” The asshole had literally grinned at you “I believe that's the first time you've ever called me Arthur” you shook your head as your hands moved across his stomach, easily slipping under his shirt to examine the wound further “Yeah well I thought the one thing I could count on was you being self centered enough to not be a self sacrificing idiot. Guess our hunter tendencies rubbed off on you a bit?”

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If he would have to admit it, that was when he started to develop feelings for you. You kneeling next to him, arguing with Dean over the contents of a first aid kit and arguing with himself over sitting still while you tended to his injuries.

You were something he never would've expected when he'd first gotten tasked with coming to the states nor expected when he came back from the dead. A hunter who was everything he'd never known he needed.

When did you start to develop feelings for Ketch despite your better judgment? Was it when he started to truly try to understand the way hunters worked? Was it when he started trying to make amends for his past? Was it when he'd gotten hurt to protect you, to protect innocent people on hunts and when he started throwing his hat in the game to fight for hunters instead of against them?

You had never meant to even develop a friendship with the man. For the longest you couldn't help but tie him in with the torture Sam had endured and the line of dead hunters that had gotten left behind. Then you started seeing signs of how Sam trusted him, how Dean trusted him and then he even earned Garth, Jody and Donna's trust.

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You were in the armory of the bunker. A variety of weapons were laid out in front of you and you were target practicing. Anything to keep your mind off the brown eyed englishman that was currently helping Sam decipher lore in the library.

You heard a low whistle and looked back to see none other than the man in question himself. You raised an eyebrow at him “What? Impressed that hunters do have some skills?” He gave you a smile that shouldn't be no where near as alluring as it was to you “You rather tend to impress me daily”

You shook your head and turned back to the targets “So it's not weird that you slept with my friends’ mother and now you're flirting with me?” He chuckled lightly and you hadn't realized he'd gotten that close to you until he said “in my defense i hadn't even met you yet”

You spun around and took a step back to put space between you “What do you want Arthur?” “One date. If you don't enjoy yourself feel free to kick my ass afterwards” you knew you should say no, say it was a bad idea but instead your mouth opened and the words “Ok. When and where?” Fell out.

Eight months had passed since you agreed to go out with Ketch. Eight months since you were no longer just friends or work allies with him.

He hadn't been what you'd expected. He was capable of kindness. He listened when you spoke and wanted your opinion on things. He cared about you. When it came to a more personal aspect of your budding relationship he was more than giving, the type of man to find pleasure in giving pleasure.

You were happy.

A loud bark of laughter escaped you at something Dean had said. All of you were around a bonfire on some of Donna's property. Leave it to all of you to decide that was the best course of getting together for Christmas eve.

Cabins were littered around while families with kids had taken the main house. A big breakfast was planned for morning with a gift exchange but for now about two dozen of you were just enjoying the down time together.

You were curled up in a lounge chair, laid back against Arthur's chest watching the flames flicker around. He'd even ditched his usual wear for jeans and a t-shirt under his thick jacket. You would make a hunter out of him yet. He leaned up close to your ear to whisper “You look absolutely stunning in the fire light” you shook your head but felt your cheeks warm “Still a damn flirt?”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek “Always” then pulled the blanket you had across your lap tighter around you about the time you heard your watch chime midnight “Merry Christmas darling” you turned to catch his lips in a quick kiss “I love you Arthur” he froze for a moment then a broad grin split his face “Now that's the best present I could've asked for. I love you too Y/N”

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spnfanficpond · 7 months ago

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April 2024 Angel Fish Awards

(Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words. (Click here to learn more about how to nominate a fic for an award!)

Nominated by @charliethealpaccaso

Contentment Is A Pearl Of Great Price by ravelqueen (AO3)

This fic captures everything that makes transformation scary but fascinating to read from start to finish. The mental change later on during the fic, Sam has to deal with as the new part of him takes over. It leaves you on the edge of your seat as we have no idea if he will ever be human again or if he will lose himself and his humanity forever. I wish more people would try their hands at more transformation fics, as there are many interesting topics to choose from when creating a fic like this one.

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Nominated by @thoughtslikeaminefield

God Save The Queen, And Her Handmaids by darali_starscream (AO3)

I have attempted to think up a scenario in which Charlie Bradbury might sit on Dean Winchester's face to no avail. This isn't what you think, I promise—there is no universe in which I'd be OK with a true Charlie/Dean pairing, but this works and it works well. BJ riffs on the spectrum of attraction and sexuality here. The pairing in Charlie and her girlfriend who is bisexual x Dean, and it's a very satisfying little story.

Sleeping Arrangements by @jinkieswouldyoulookatthis

This is very cute and even sexy without being smutty.

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Nominated by @zepskies

The Dangers of Hope by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

I had never read an "Endverse!Dean Winchester" series before, but this one completely blew me away -- from world-building to the overarching story to the romance itself. Beginning to end, it's beautifully written.

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Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

Living His Gray Flannel Life by @samanddean76

Warnings to start - As there is prostitution in this one, noncon must be mentioned. Also, this is a Wincest fic, so, you know, incest. That being said, this story is told from Jimmy's POV, so the Wincest of it all is less Wincesty. Which is right up my alley, man! This is the perfect amount of Wincest combined with outsider POV, where the outsider loves what he's seeing as much as we do. I can't say more for spoilery reasons, but know that there is delicious pining, sweet smutty smut, a fascinating monster, and fantastic side characters. I read it twice just because once wasn't enough!!

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Nominated by @salt-n-burn-em-all

House Song by @accordingtothelore

Dean protects Sam from being killed by other Hunters and their dad. Starts Gen, does not stay that way. I just loved everything about it. Fabulous art in the last chapter.

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Nominated by @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

What happens in ApocalypseWorld… by masoena (AO3)

This is such an interesting aspect that I’ve never read for a/b/o. **SPOILERS** The moment Dean and Arthur step through the portal everything changes and the world heavily influences their biology. I loved how, of course, Ketch knew exactly what was happening, which really makes me wonder about wtf Ketch has been through. I really wanna know more about that dynamic change and I hope they really do write more. This is also one of the few stories I get to read a soft!Ketch. I love, love soft!Ketch. Gotta check them out.

Second Chances by @mayalaen

First, I am not a fan of incest. Second, I was really surprised how much I enjoyed this because it isn’t tagged. Finally, I love poly fics. It’s so hard to find a poly fic that isn’t just PWP/smut. I really enjoy how the premise is getting Sam to relax and teach him how to handle his health while managing school work in a healthy way. I really like how the relationship between Cas and Sam is setup, Dean gets introduced, and then all hell breaks loose in the different relationship dynamics. The thing is there isn’t an emphasis on their brotherhood and sex. This is NOT a wincest smut story. It’s a story about Sam learning how to be a healthy adult while finishing college and finds a place where he is wanted and feels like he belongs. I also absolutely love the dom/sub and domestic discipline aspects of Cas and Dean’s relationship. It’s really a background aspect until it isn’t. I highly recommend the read even if you aren’t a wincest or wincestiel fan. The plot is written and integrated so well with the character development for all three main characters. It really took me by surprise. I couldn’t put it down.

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THANK YOU ALL, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

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Summary: Broken hearts are hard to put back together. 8 years ago, Dean lost something he didn’t even know he had in the first place. Will he get a second chance?

Pairing: former AU!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader; Arthur Ketch x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, implied break-up, time jumps, strong reader, Dean being a douche (implied), unplanned pregnancy

A/N: This was an alternative idea for the first chapter of my Bucky story: Monster-in-law masterlist. I decided to use it for a story with Dean.

One night of passion, a life-long responsibility. The words you wrote echo in your mind. It’s only a few days since you left Dean and the house, but you are already falling apart.

You spent the better part of the drive back to your shared home being scared of the future.

Having a baby so soon into your relationship wasn’t in your plans. Neither was it to raise the child alone. Even though you know, there is no way you’ll not love the life growing inside your body.

“Fuck, what do I do now?” You slam the door shut behind you and immediately sink to your knees. You choke out a sob and hide your face in the palms of your hands.

Six days and Dean didn’t even try to call you, nor did he come home.

He’s over you already, and Lisa will take your place. Maybe it never was your place. You were only a placeholder until she came back into the picture.

You grit your teeth and huff. “Fuck you, Dean Winchester.” Something breaks inside of you, and you don’t know if it’s a bad thing.

The part of you loving Dean unconditionally already starts to fade, and the bitch in the back of your mind taking over whenever you got hurt wins the upper hand.

You straighten your back and look at the woman in the mirror staring back at you. You smirk and put your hands on your hips. “I guess this means we are going to leave and start all over again. Don’t worry little bean,” you lovingly run your hand over your belly, “we are going to fucking rock this…”

One last step and your new life can begin. This is it, the point of no return. Your life with Dean is over, and you are not even sorry anymore.

You gave him time and space to realize what he was about to lose. In the end, you and his baby weren’t important enough to him to even try to talk things out.

Even if he didn’t want to be in a relationship with you any longer, he could’ve at least tried to be a father to his child.

Now you will be a father and mother to the bean growing in your belly. You’re strong and won’t back down, or cry over spilled milk.

If you look back at this moment in a few years, you will clap your hands and cheer for yourself. You’re stronger than Dean or anyone else gave you credit for. Everyone believed you’re only the cheerful and soft girl who loves to bake cookies and dreams of marrying the man you love.

A week ago, you were this person.

Today you are someone else. An Amazon, who will take her life in her hands and move on from a man who never loved her…

The takeoff is both exciting and terrifying. You are flying to another country, to live on another continent. Your old life will be in the past, and you can only think about the future from now on.

Holding your old plushie in your hands, squeezing it tightly you take deep breaths. “In and out,” you tell yourself to calm your nerves. Flying always makes you nervous. This didn’t change.

“How do you like first class, Miss Y/L/N,” your new boss asks. He paid for a first-class ticket so you could talk about your new position and the house he rented for you.

“Thank you for inviting me,” you give him a quick smile. Arthur Ketch is a very polite and charming man, but you cannot appreciate him at the moment.

“I have to thank you for accepting our job offer,” he says and dips his head to watch you nervously run your hand over your belly. “How far are you?”

“Oh—” heat creeps into your cheeks. You should’ve told him that you were pregnant before accepting his company’s offer. “I…I should’ve told you.”

“Most of our employees are mothers and fathers, Y/N. We are a family-friendly company with family-friendly work conditions. And the boss likes you, and your reputation.” He smirks now and leans closer to look at your belly.

“Do you think he’ll like that I didn’t tell them about my pregnancy? I didn’t do it on purpose. I got to know about my pregnancy only a few days ago, and I didn’t intend to accept the job offer at that time.”

“You know that I’m the boss, right?” Ketch grins.

“You are the boss now?” Your eyes round. “Since when?”

He shrugs. “I was the one behind the job offer. Robert Singer talked highly about you when we last met. From that moment on, I wanted you to work for us. If I told you back then that I was the CEO of the BMOL you would’ve never accepted our offer.”

“So, you tricked me,” you chuckle. “Lately all men seem to lie to me.” You sigh deeply. “Sorry, that was inappropriate. I didn’t want to…” You sniff. “Sorry.”

“You accepted my job offer because of a bad break-up I assume,” he pats your hand. “It’s alright, Y/N. London is the perfect place to start over. I will show you the town, and help you settle in. If you need help, I’ll be there. We care for our employees.”

“Is that a British thing?” You quirk a brow.

“It’s an Arthur Ketch thing,” he replies. “If you ask me, he’s a fool for letting you go. Sorry. Now I was the one saying inappropriate things, Y/N. You can punch me if you want to.”

“No, you’re right,” you hastily reply. “I gave him a choice, but he just gave up on us after meeting his ex-girlfriend again. The job offer was tempting, but I couldn’t imagine leaving the man I love. He made things so much easier for me. I got a new job and a new life. Maybe I should thank him for being the douche he is.”

“You deserve better,” Ketch softly says. “I know that we barely know each other, but believe me, he’s not worth a single tear. A gentleman should never make a woman cry or hurt her. Especially the one carrying his child.”

You give Ketch a sad smile. You’re embarrassed how easily he saw right through you. It wasn’t your intention to talk about your pregnancy and broken heart with your new boss.

“Y/N don’t worry. Everything we talked about today won’t leave this airplane,” he pats your hand. “If you need a friend, I’ll be there…”

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