#biker!Sam Winchester x reader

[holylulusworld]

A wild ride (8) - Sam's turn

Summary: You end up in the lamest town you can imagine. Your mother dumped you at your prude father’s place only for you to stumble into the clubhouse of the Winchesters. 

Pairing: Biker!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader; Biker!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader; Biker!John Winchester x fem!Reader 

SMUT Pairing in this chapter: Biker!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader 

Warnings: language, smut, unprotected sex, degrading (consensual), voyeurism, a slap on the ass, aftercare, implied multiple partners, cowgirl

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Part 7

Sam watches you stalk toward him, long legs stretched out as you glance at his large hands. He got rid of his pants, and now he sits on the old worn-out couch in the back of their club.

“Come here, and get more dick, slut,” he dips his head to the song Dean chose on the jukebox. “I got something nice for your hungry cunt.”

You stand between Sam’s spread legs, fingers running through his shaggy hair. “You’ve got so nice hair.” You lean closer to whisper dirty nothings in his ear, earning a slap to your ass.

“I wanna ride your youngest, Daddy,” you purr as you whip your head toward John. “Can I?”

“Get on my lap, Y/N. Don’t ask my father,” Sam grabs your hips. “If you want to ride this stallion, get on top.”

“Who would’ve thought my baby brother is a dirty talker,” Dean snickers while his brother shoots him an angry look.

“Shut up. It’s my turn. She’s mine now.”

You feel your cheeks heat up. Never before did you get so much attention from one man, and now you got three hungry wolves watching you straddle Sam’s legs.

Sam hums when you put your hand on his chest and carefully raise yourself up. “Feed me with your cock, Sammy.” You purr. “I want this huge cock to split me open.”

He teases your entrance, all the while staring you straight in the eyes. When you finally feel the wide head enter your slicked entrance, you lower yourself.

Sam groans loudly. “Fuck, she’s so wet and warm,” he grips your hips to slam you down onto his cock. “That’s it. Take my cock like a good girl.”

“’m a good girl,” you whine. You finally know what the term cock-drunk means. Dizzy from the pleasure you already received, but hungry for more you tilt your hips.

 “Doll, you look so good on my son. Come on, give us a good show. I want you to fuck him until his cum runs out of your ruined pussy.”

John groans as you start rocking your hips. Slow, and deliberate at first. You want to feel Sam’s veiny cock rub against your G-spot.

Sam’s hands claw at your body, desperate to guide you up and down his painfully hard cock. He slowly starts thrusting upward while you rock your hips.

“Suck her tits, Sammy. She needs it,” Dean suddenly stands next to you to cup your tits from behind. He squeezes them and offers your nipples to his brother. “Shit, this is so hot.”

“Fuck, Sammy,” You fall back against Dean’s chest. “Look at your huge cock inside my pussy. You’ll ruin it tonight.”

Both men take control of your body. While Sam holds your waist in a tight grip, Dean grabs your arms. They move you up and down his cock in tandem.

“OH FUCK!” You scream when Sam starts fucking up into you with much more force. “HARDER!”

“Boys don’t break her,” John laughs as you look like a rag doll in the hands of two impatient boys. “Fuck her good, Sammy. She deserves it.”

You moan and whine, feeling like in limbo. “She’s going to cum. Fuck, it’s…I can’t,” Sam throws his head back, he groans and shudders as you cum all over his twitching length.

He doesn’t last longer. Sam comes with a deep growl and a slap to his cheek. The biker looks surprised but doesn’t mind.

“That was fucking awesome,” Dean breathes heavily behind you. “Next time, we will all fill your holes. You are going to be sandwiched between all of us all the time.”

“Dean, calm down,” John laughs at his son’s eagerness. “Y/N needs a rest and a hot shower. Let’s bring her home and take care of her.”

“I don’t want Dad to see me covered in your cum,” you babble mindlessly as you fall against Sam’s chest. “He’ll know I fucked his best friend…”

“I was talking about our home, doll,” John pats your head. “I know your brain is empty right now. Having all of us is a bit overwhelming.”

“Hmm…I need to call Dad. He’ll be worried,” you snuggle in Sam’s chest.

“I’ll call him,” John pecks your hair. “Sammy, Dean, get her clean and find her clothes. Give her water and a snack. I’ll call Y/F/N.”

“Don’t tell him we had an orgy,” you tilt your head to look at John. “He can’t know what daddy did with my pussy…”

John grins at you. “I wouldn’t dare tell your father that I ruined his sweet daughter and let my sons feast on your pussy.”

“Good,” you nod before resting your head against Sam’s shoulder. “I gotta pee…”

“So…” you watch the Winchesters crowd you. They offer more food, more pillows, or water to you. Dean goes so far as to offer a foot massage. “What does that mean now?”

“We had sex,” Dean grins. “And I’d like to do it again. With you…in any position.”

“Same,” Sam says, while his eyes drift toward your crotch. “But I’ll give you a break. Tonight was a little much for the first time.”

“What my sons try to tell you is that you are our girl from now on, doll. If you want to,” John says. He steps closer to the bed to cup your face. “Nothing will happen if you don’t want it.”

“I wanna have sex with you again but…uh…someone must tell my father we are in a relationship or whatever this is.”

“That’s Dad’s job,” Dean chuckles. “He’ll take a bullet for us this time.”

“I will tell your father that you are our girl and that we will take care of you,” John states. “Do you want to be our girl?”

You dreamily look at John, biting your lower lip. “Yes, daddy…I wanna be yours.”

THE END...

[angelackless]

I CAN FIX HIM

Biker!Dean Winchester x sunshine!reader

THEY SHAKE THEIR HEADS SAYING "GOD HELP HER" WHEN I TELL THEM HE'S MY MAN.

YOU WERE THE SUNSHINE TO HIS RAIN, DEAN FELT WHOLE WITH YOU AND COULD GIVE ZERO SHIT ABOUT WHAT OTHERS SAY. But, he would be lying if he said all the comments didn't started to get to him.People know nothing about you guys relationship, but still felt like making opinions about it, like how he is corrupting you or he is a bad influence on you, and even if he knows it's bullshit it didn't made it any better.

You were currently making dinner in your guys apartment, he just got home from his outing and went straight to take a shower. He walked downstairs now changed into some grey sweatpants and a black shirt.

"How was your day?" You asked as you felt his arms wrapped around you

"could have been better" he buried his face in your shoulder

"do you want to talk about it?" at your question Dean's grip on you tightened

"just bunch of idiots who still thinks they know our relationship" he muttered into your shoulder "I just hate how they make it look like i'm the big bad wolf who's taking advantage of a lamb"

"you know that it's bullshit, right?" You asked and put the kitchen knife down and turned around to face him "what did you heard?"

"some guys were talking about how someone like you shouldn't be with a lowlife like me" at his words you could swore your heart broke a little.

Dean was nothing like what people painted him to be, atleast not with you. Was he agressive at times?sure, still not with you, he treated you like a princess,like you were a porcelain doll that could break any moment.

"I know that,but..all i've been hearing my whole fucking life was that I should do more,I should be more like Sam, I shouldn't be so goddamn grumpy all the time, and I just can't help but think that you deserve more than me" he said as he avoided eye contact with you at all cost "someone who..I don't know, doesn't get in fight, someone who can control his anger more-"

"stop'' you interrupted, well tried to interrupt him

"no,you do, you deserve someone better than-'' his words got cut off as you pulled him down for a kiss, his hand was on your hips, holding onto you like his life dependent on it. You slowly pulled away from him and cupped his cheek

"listen to me, I don't care what others think or say about you or about us" your voice came out gentle, but still somewhat firm "okay?I fell in love with you because you make me feel safe and loved and appraciated, and I love you as you are, every single flaw that you have makes me fall in love with you so much more, so don't you dare talk about yourself like that again"

"what did I do to deserve you?" Dean asked with a quiet voice, his hands rubbing against your sides "I love you so much, (y/n)" he pulled you into a tight hug, kissing your forehead "I don't know what I would do without you''

"you never have to worry about that" you answered, tightening your grip on him "i'm here to stay"

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Something Wicked | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: canon violence, canon gore, implications of verbal parental abuse

Word Count: 4885

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The two boys were bickering over coordinates Dean had received from an anonymous number. 

“Dude, I ran LexisNexis, local police reports, newspapers, I couldn't find a single red flag. Are you sure you got the coordinates right?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, I double checked. It's Fitchburg, Wisconsin. Dad wouldn't have sent us coordinates if it wasn't important, Sammy.”

“Well, I'm telling you, I looked, and all I could find was a big steamy pile of nothing. If Dad's sending us hunting for something, I don't know what.”

“Well, maybe he's going to meet us there.”

“Yeah. ‘Cause he's been so easy to find up to this point.”

You sighed. You weren’t about to get in the middle of this argument and tuned the rest of it out. Alas, Dean won the argument, as he often did. 

You stopped for some coffee along Fitchburg’s main street. The town itself was small, but it was quaint. A little too Middle America for your taste.

“Well… the waitress thinks the local freemasons are up to something sneaky, but other than that, no one's heard about anything freaky going on,” Dean sighed, handing you and Sam your respective coffee orders.

“Dean, you got the time?” you asked him.

“Ten after four. Why?”

You nodded in front of you at the playground you were looking at. “What's wrong with this picture?”

It was deserted aside from one child climbing on the jungle gym.

“School's out, isn't it?” Dean questioned.

“Yeah. So where is everybody?” Sam added. “This place should be crawling with kids right now.”

You and the Winchesters walked over to a woman on a park bench reading a magazine. Dean approached her, saying, “Sure is quiet out here.”

The woman sighed, “Yeah, it’s a shame.”

“Why's that?”

“You know, kids getting sick, it's a terrible thing.”

“How many?”

“Just five or six but serious, hospital serious. A lot of parents are getting pretty anxious. They think it's catching,” she explained.

All four of you watched the little girl playing by herself, and the wheels in your head began to turn. Why would John send you all the way to Fitchburg over a few sick kids?

The three of you made your way up to the pediatrics ward of the hospital to investigate the sick children. Dean and Sam donned suits, and you wore a pencil skirt and heels. You couldn’t lie to yourself, Dean looked amazing in his suit, but you much preferred his usual leather jacket and biker boots. 

“See something you like?” Dean smirked at you.

Your mouth opened and closed, unsure of what to say. He just snickered in response while your cheeks burned.

A doctor approached you and the boys before Dean could taunt you any further. You introduced yourselves and headed down the corridor with the man. “Well, thanks for seeing us, Dr. Hydecker,” Dean said.

“Well, I'm glad you guys are here. I was just about to call CDC myself. How'd you find out anyways?” the doctor asked.

“Oh, some GP— I forget his name— he called Atlanta, and, uh, he must've beat you to the punch,” Dean lied.

“So you say you got six cases so far?” you asked.

“Yeah, five weeks. At first we thought it was garden variety bacterial pneumonia. Not that newsworthy. But now…”

“What?”

“The kids aren't responding to antibiotics. Their white cell counts keep going down. Their immune systems just aren't doing their job. It's like their bodies are... wearing out.”

“Wait, but are there any signs of leukopenia?” you asked. “Any history in these kids of that?”

Dean looked over at you, confused by what you were saying. You continued to talk to the doctor.

“No, actually,” Hydecker answered. 

“What about neutropenia?”

He shook his head as a nurse handed him a clipboard full of papers.

“Then, whatever this is would have to be attacking the bone marrow as well as the respiratory system… Have you done biopsies?”

“No, we haven’t,” Hydecker answered. “I’ll give that a try.”

“You ever seen anything like this before?” Sam questioned.

“Never this severe,” the doctor said. “And the way it spreads… that's a new one for me.”

“What do you mean?” asked Sam.

“It works its way through families. But only the children, one sibling after another.”

“You mind if we interview a few of the kids?” Dean questioned.

“They’re not conscious,” the doctor replied.

You were shocked. “None of them?”

“No.”

“Can we, uh, can we talk to the parents?” tried Dean.

“Well, if you think it'll help.”

“Yeah. Who was your most recent admission?”

Hydecker directed you to a man sitting on a chair against the wall in the waiting room. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He explained to you the oldest girl was first, and then his youngest. He told you that her window had been opened, but there was no one who could’ve done so except for his daughter because her room was on the second floor. 

You and the boys headed out of the pediatrics ward and back toward the car. 

“(Y/N), how’d you know all that stuff?” Sam asked you, referencing your conversation with the doctor.

“I like to read,” you shrugged. Sam smiled at your response and walked a little ahead of you. 

Dean came up next to you. “You were really serious about nursing, huh,” he said softly enough so Sam wouldn’t hear.

“I guess. I really do just like to read, though,” you smiled. “I think I just wanted to stick it to my dad. I always thought I’d be happier not hunting. But, uh, I just don’t think I could ever go back to being ‘normal’.”

“Yeah, I get that,” he responded. 

Sam turned back to you and his brother. “You know, this might not be anything supernatural. It might just be pneumonia.”

“No way,” you shook your head, “pneumonia wouldn’t be lowering white blood cell count. It’d have to be elevated for it to be true pneumonia. Infection and all that.”

Sam hummed. “Okay, so then what’s your theory?”

“Honestly? Not sure.”

“I'll tell you one thing,” said Sam. “That dad we just talked to? I'm betting it'll be a while before he goes home.”

***

“You got anything over there?” Sam asked Dean. The three of you had climbed through the home of the last two kids who had gotten sick looking for clues.

“Nah, nothing,” the older brother answered.

“Yeah, me neither,” you chimed in. You moved over to the window and paused. “Hey guys? I really don’t think it’s pneumonia.”

The boys came over and followed your line of sight to a rotted handprint with long, tendril-like fingers. 

“What the hell leaves a handprint like that?” Sam asked.

Dean seemed to get pulled away into his own mind for a moment before he began to look a little sick. “I know why Dad sent us here. He's faced this thing before. He wants us to finish the job.”

Dean raced down the stairs to the window on the back of the house you’d climbed through. You followed him close behind. You would ask him what had happened to him in the little girl’s bedroom later.

Dean explained to you on the ride to the motel what he thought you were hunting: a shtriga.

“So what the hell is a shtriga?” Sam asked as Dean pulled into a motel parking lot. This motel was a little cuter than the ones you’d visited previously; centered around a white cabin with green shingles. 

“It's kinda like a witch, I think. I don't know much about 'em,” explained Dean.

“Well, I've never heard of it. And it's not in Dad's journal.”

“Dad hunted one in Fort Douglas, Wisconsin, about sixteen, seventeen years ago. You were there. You don't remember?”

Sam shook his head.

“And I guess he caught wind of the things in Fitchburg now and kicked us the coordinates,” Dean went on.

“So wait, this…” Sam paused, waiting for Dean to remind him how to pronounce it.

“Shtriga.”

“Right. You think it's the same one Dad hunted before?”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“But if Dad went after it, why is it still breathing air?” Sam’s brows furrowed together.

“ ‘Cause it got away.”

Sam scoffed. “Got away?”

Dean was beginning to get frustrated, and you knew it was a cover-up for whatever was going on inside his head. “Yeah, Sammy, it happens.”

“Not very often.”

“Well, I don't know what to tell ya, maybe Dad didn't have his wheaties that morning,” snarked the older brother.

“What else do you remember?”

“Nothin'. I was a kid, alright?” Dean said defensively. You followed him into the motel lobby only to see a little boy watching TV in one room and a boy around ten or eleven walking out of it.

“A king or two queens?” The boy asked, looking between you and Dean.

“Two queens,” you and Dean answered quickly. “And one king, actually,” you added, stepping aside to reveal Sam behind you.

A woman entered smiling at you both. “Checking in?”

You nodded to her.

“Do me a favor, go get your brother some dinner,” the woman instructed the boy. 

“I'm helping a guest!” he protested, but turned away under his mother’s hard stare. “Two queens. And a king.”

“Will that be cash or credit?” she asked you.

Dean took out his card. “You take MasterCard? Perfect. Here you go.”

You watched him look behind the woman at the boy pouring his younger brother a glass of milk. And there he went again; pulled into what you could only assume was memories of himself and Sam.

The woman before you held out his card to zoned-out Dean, and you took it from her instead. “Uh, thanks.” She handed you the keys, and you nudged Dean to bring him back to reality.

***

Dean explained to you and Sam what shtrigas fed off: children, most commonly. The only thing that could kill them were specially designed wrought-iron rounds while the thing was feeding. They often take the form of something unsuspecting; like an old woman.

“Hang on,” Dean said. “Check this out. I marked down all the addresses of the victims. Now these are the houses that have been hit so far and dead center?”

“The hospital,” you noted.

“Now, when we were there, I saw a patient; an old woman,” Dean continued.

“An old person huh?” questioned Sam. “In a hospital? Phew. Better call the Coast Guard.”

You giggled at Sam.

“Well, listen, smart-asses, she had an inverted cross hanging on her wall.”

You and Sam stopped snickering and looked up at Dean. He raised an eyebrow at you.

And so, you headed to the hospital. Fortunately for her— but unfortunately for your hunt— the old woman with the upside down cross on the wall was just cataract-ridden and crotchety. Upon your return to the motel after thoroughly freaking out the old woman, you pulled Dean to your motel room for a talk before bed.

“What’s up?” he asked, sitting on a chair in your room. 

You sat on the bed across from him. “Where do you keep going?” you asked.

“Huh?”

“Sorry, I just realized how stupid that sounded. You keep, like, disappearing into your own brain,” you responded. “Like in the motel lobby. You zoned out looking at that kid and his brother.”

“Oh, that,” he said quietly. “I, uh, it’s stupid.”

“Dean,” you leaned over your crossed legs and rested your hand on his knee. “I’m asking you. It’s not stupid. I just care.”

“Oh, come on—”

“Dean,” you said. “You made me a pinky promise at that scary asylum. You promised you’d tell me. Please?”

He huffed out a small laugh. “You know how I said my dad hunted this thing before?”

You nodded.

“Well, I’m the reason it got away.”

“How? Didn’t you say it was sixteen, seventeen years ago? You would’ve been ten, dude,” you responded.

“Yeah, but it’s complicated. My dad left us alone in motel rooms all the time. He made me repeat to him what I was and wasn’t supposed to do every time he would go out on a hunt. Sam and I would fight over the last bowl of Lucky Charms from the groceries Dad got us for the week; y'know, stupid kid stuff,” he chuckled. “But it’d been days. I was climbin’ the walls, (Y/N). I had to get some air. I went to an arcade to just… blow off some steam, I guess.

"When I came back, the thing was over Sammy’s bed. I was frozen. My dad came in and shot it a couple times, but it got away. Dad just... grabbed us and booked. Dropped us off at Pastor Jim's about three hours away, but by the time he got back to Fort Douglas, the shtriga had disappeared; it was just gone. It never surfaced until now. Y'know, Dad never spoke about it again, I didn't ask." He looked away from you attempting to swallow his emotions. "But he, ah, he looked at me different, you know? Which was worse. Not that I blame him. He gave me an order, and I didn't listen; I almost got Sammy killed.”

“Dee, you were a kid,” you said softly. He went to cut you off, but you stopped him. “No, let me talk. I know how that feels. My parents left me with Stevie all the time. I would've done the same thing you did. We were kids. We had to take on parental responsibilities. Anybody would be going stir crazy, especially at ten years old like you were.”

“(Y/N)—”

“No,” you told him, grabbing his hand. “You cannot blame yourself. I won’t let you. Would you let me?”

He shook his head.

“Exactly.”

He held your intense stare and rubbed a thumb over your hand. The two of you awkwardly pulled away from each other, and Dean cleared his throat. “Uh, thank you, for, y’know—”

“Yeah, any time,” you said, walking him to the door. 

***

The next morning, you and Sam were teasing Dean about the old woman from the hospital the night before. You were headed to the car to go get some breakfast.

“ ‘I was sleeping with my peepers open’?” Sam laughed heartily, remembering the old woman's strange way of talking.

“I almost smoked that old girl, I swear. It's not funny!” Dean grunted.

“Oh man, you shoulda seen your face,” you giggled.

“Yeah, laugh it up. Now we're back to square one.” He looked over to the ten-year-old blond boy sitting on the bench behind his mother’s office. “Hang on.” He led you over to the child. “Hey, what's wrong?”

“My brother's sick,” he replied.

“The little guy?”

He nodded. “Pneumonia. He's in the hospital. It's my fault.”

“Ah, c'mon, how?” You could tell Dean’s mind was racing just based on his tone.

“I should’ve made sure the window was latched. He wouldn't've got pneumonia if the window was latched,” the boy lamented.

You watched, frowningly thoughtfully, as Dean looked away from the boy. 

“Listen to me. I can promise you that this is not your fault. Okay?” Dean assured him.

“It's my job to look after him,” the boy frowned, tearing up.

His mother hurried out of the motel toward her minivan. “Michael, I want you to turn on the 'no vacancy' sign while I'm gone. I've got Denise covering room service, so don't bother with any of the rooms.”

“I'm going with you,” he protested.

“Not now, Michael.”

“But I gotta see Asher!”

Dean responded before his mother could. “Hey, Michael. Hey. I know how you feel— I'm a big brother, too— but you gotta go easy on your mom right now, ok?”

His mom dropped her handbag in haste, cursing under her breath. You rushed to pick it up for her.

“Listen, you're in no condition to drive. Why don't you let me give you a lift to the hospital,” Dean offered.

“No, I couldn't possibly—” she answered.

“No, it's no trouble. I insist.”

Michael’s mother handed Dean the keys and thanked him before addressing her son. “Be good.”

Dean turned to you before he went over to the car. “We're gonna kill this thing. I want it dead, you hear me?”

You and Sam watched Dean pull out of the motel parking lot, driving much more carefully than he ever did when you and Sam were in the car.

“C’mon,” you said. “You got the keys?”

“Yeah,” he threw them to you. “Where we goin’?”

“Wait, you’re letting me drive?” you asked Sam.

He shrugged. 

You squealed childishly and jumped into the driver’s seat. You couldn’t lie, you loved this car. You loved how the steering wheel felt in your hands and the way the engine rumbled. 

“Seriously, where we going?”

“The library,” you answered. “Town records, national records, internet, anything and everything. Dean wants this thing dead, and I intend to get it done tonight. And I gotta tell you, dude, something’s really bothering me about this whole thing. I mean, I never even formally went to nursing school, but I knew it couldn’t be pneumonia immediately. Why would pediatric doctors be unable to figure that out?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, but I get you. Something isn’t right.”

***

You and Sam poured through as many books you possibly could as quickly as you could. Sam was at his computer, scrolling with a furrowed brow when his phone rang. “ Hey. How's the kid?... We’re at the library. We've been trying to find out as much as we can about this shtriga… Well, bad news. I started with Fort Douglas around the time you said Dad was there?... Same deal.

"Before that, there was, uh, Ogdenville, before that, North Haverbrook, and Brockway. Every 15 to 20 years, it hits a new town. Dean, this thing is just getting started in Fitzburgh. In all these other places, it goes on for months. Dozens of kids before the shtriga finally moves on. The kids just languish in comas, and then they die… Ah, I don't know. The earliest mention I could find is this  place called ‘Black River Falls’ back in the 1890s. Talk about a horror show.”

Your brain began to make connections between all of those events. “Wait, Sam, put Dean on speaker.” 

He did so.

“Okay, you’re gonna have to stay with me on this one. This could just be me spitballin’, but—”

“Just say it, (Y/N),” Dean said through the phone.

“I’ve been thinking, why wouldn’t Hydecker immediately rule out pneumonia? If he’s such a spectacular and caring doctor, why wouldn’t he know that pneumonia ups your white blood cell count; not depletes it? And the chance of all six kids having a pre-existing condition that lowers your WBC is incredibly low. I mean, why else wouldn’t he biopsy the kids?”

“Okay, WebMD, what does that have to do with anything?” Dean asked.

“I told you to stay with me.” You began typing in your computer searching for articles on the earliest case Sam had found in Black River Falls. “The point is, I think Hydecker’s our guy. Think about it— the center of the kidnappings is the hospital. And any pediatric doctor would be familiar with what pneumonia actually does to a kid’s body.” You smiled sourly at a photo you pulled up of doctors surrounding a child’s bed in 1893. You turned the computer around to Sam. “Boom.”

“(Y/N), that is huge.” He leaned over and lightly punched your shoulder. “Good going.”

“Thanks!” you grinned. “Dean, meet us back at the motel. Don’t deck the guy in the face, please. Not yet, anyway.”

“No promises,” he grumbled.

“Dean—”

“Fine.” He hung up the phone.

“Alright, we gotta get back before Dean explodes,” you told Sam. “Can I drive again?”

“Sure, why not. Just don’t tell my brother.” He tossed you the keys and you giggled.

***

“We should have thought of this before. A doctor's a perfect disguise. You're trusted, you can control the whole thing,” Sam said. 

You and the brothers were back in the motel room. 

Dean threw off his jacket and paced agitatedly. “That son of a bitch.”

“I'm proud of you for not drawing on him right there,” you said.

“Yeah, well, first of all, I'm not going to open fire in a freakin' pediatrics ward.”

Sam nodded. “Good call.”

“Second, wouldn't have done any good, because the bastard's bullet proof unless he's chowing down on something. And third, I wasn't packing, which is probably a really good thing, ‘cause I probably would've just burned a clip in him on principle alone.”

Despite the situation, you found Dean aggressively grumbling about guns very attractive.

“You're getting wise in your old age, Dean,” Sam quipped.

“Damn right. 'Cause now I know how we're going to get it,” replied Dean.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Shtriga works through siblings, right?”

You knew what he was getting at. “No, Dean, I don’t like that.”

“What?” Sam asked, clearly not picking up where you and Dean were at.

“(Y/N)—”

“No, dude, we gotta get Michael out of here. I’m not letting you use him as bait.”

“Dean, what?! That’s out of the question!” Sam protested.

“It's not out of the question, Sam, it's the only way. If this thing disappears it could be years before we get another chance.”

“Michael's a kid. And I'm not going to dangle him in front of that thing like a worm on a hook,” Sam scoffed. 

“Dad did not send me here to walk away.” Dean turned away from you and Sam and gripped the edges of the dresser.

“Send you here? He didn't send you here; he sent us here,” Sam replied.

“This isn't about you, Sam. I'm the one who screwed up, all right. It's my fault. There's no telling how many kids have gotten hurt because of me.”

“What are you saying, Dean? How is it your fault?” Sam paused, taking a moment to calm down. “Dean. You've been hiding something from the get-go. Since when does Dad bail on a hunt? Since when does he let something get away? Now talk to me, man. Tell me what's going on.”

Dean proceeded to explain what he had to you last night. Sam gave him the same lecture about how it wasn’t his fault, but Dean began to protest again. “Don't. Don't. Dad knew this was unfinished business for me. He sent me here to finish it.”

You were surprised at the tough facade he gave his brother in contrast to the way he was vulnerable with you.

“But using Michael— I don't know Dean. I mean, how 'bout one of us hides under the covers, you know, we'll be the bait,” Sam tried.

“No, it won't work. It's gotta get close enough to feed— it'll see us. Believe me, I don't like it, but it's gotta be the kid.”

***

Michael was completely against the idea and even threatened to call the cops on you. You and the boys returned to their motel room dejectedly.

“Well, that went crappy. Now what?” Dean groaned.

“What did you expect? You can't ask an adult to do something like that, much less a kid,” the younger brother sighed.

There was a knock at the door, and you opened it to reveal Michael.

“Hey,” you said, surprised.

“If you kill it, will Asher get better?”

“Honestly? We don't know,” Dean told him.

“You said you were a big brother,” Michael started, “You'd take care of your little brother? You'd do anything for him?”

“Yeah, I would,” Dean replied quietly. Your heart swelled at how much Dean and Sam cared for each other.

The young boy nodded. “Me, too. I'll help.”

Dean had hooked up a security camera to the boy’s room, and you and he watched the monitor closely. You were beginning to feel cross-eyed from how tired you were. It was around three in the morning, and your body protested against your will to stay awake.

“You sure these iron rounds are gonna work?” Sam asked his brother.

“Consecrated iron rounds, and yeah, it's what Dad used last time.”

“Hey, Dean? I’m sorry,” the younger brother said softly. “You know, I've really given you a lot of crap, for always following Dad's orders. But I know why you do it.”

“Oh, god, kill me now,” Dean groaned.

You giggled to yourself, eyes returning to the screen. “Dean, look.”

There was a bit of movement off to the right of the screen outside of the window. You and the boys picked up your guns, holding them tightly and waiting for the right moment. 

“Now?” you asked.

“Not yet.”

The shtriga moved closer and leaned over the bed. You could see Michael tense under the covers and draw them closer to himself. The creature leaned over the bed, pushing the covers down. 

“Now?!”

“Now.”

You and the boys burst through the door and began to shoot the creature after Michael rolled away. It flew off Michael’s bed and fell to the side you couldn’t see.

“Mike, you alright?” Dean asked the kid.

“Yeah,” came his muffled reply from under the bed.

“Just sit tight.” Dean approached the shtriga, his gun at the ready. There was no movement for just a moment, before the shtriga shot up and grabbed Dean by his throat, throwing him across the room.

“Dean!” you cried, trying to run to him. The shtriga threw you to the side against Michael’s bed. Your back protested as you tried to roll and grab your gun that had fallen out of your hand in the chaos. You noticed the shtriga leaning over the top of the younger Winchester. Sam’s body went limp and began to go gray as the shtriga began to suck out his life force.

“Hey!” Dean gruffly spat. The shtriga turned to the older brother just to get shot straight between the eyes.

“Nice!” you said. You rushed to Sam’s side and smoothed a hand over his messy hair while he tried to catch his breath. “Are you okay?”

He nodded. “Thanks.”

“You okay, little brother?” Dean called from behind you. You thought it was adorable how much he cared.

You and Sam stood and you tried to help hold the tall man up on his unsteady legs. You guided him over to the shtriga, and Dean shot it three times at point-blank range. The shtriga’s body fell in on itself, disintegrating.

You looked up at Dean, whose face was still set in hard lines.

“It's okay, Michael, you can come on out,” Dean told the boy peeking out from under his bed. He rose to stand beside you, smiling tentatively. Dean put a hand on the boy’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. You looked on, feeling your heart swell at what you knew was a full-circle moment for Dean. You knew these moments were few and far-between in a profession like yours, and you had learned to savor them in your memory.

***

You and the brothers returned to your rooms to pack now that the monster was dead. As usual, you were finished packing before the boys were and leaned against the Impala waiting for them.

You watched Michael’s mom’s car pull up in the motel parking lot. At that moment, the boys came out to join you.

“Hey, Joanna. How's Asher doing?” Dean asked the mother of the two boys.

“Have you seen Michael?” she asked him.

“Mom! Mom!” the child in question ran up and hugged him. “How's Ash?”

“Got some good news. Your brother's gonna be fine,” she smiled down at the boy.

“Really?” Michael grinned.

“Yeah. Really. No one can explain it; it's a miracle. They're going to keep him overnight for observation, and then, he's coming home.”

You smiled as Sam asked, “How are all the other kids doing?”

“Good. Real good. A bunch of them should be checking out in a few days. Dr. Travis says the ward's going to be like a ghost town,” she explained.

“Dr. Travis? What about Dr. Hydecker?” you asked.

“Oh, he wasn't in today. Must have been sick or something.”

You shot a knowing look to the boys.

“So, did anything happen while I was gone?” Joanna asked her son.

The boy looked to Dean before responding, “Nah, same old stuff.”

“Okay.” Joanna smoothed a hand over Michael’s blonde hair. “You can go see Ash.”

A wide grin spread across the boy’s face. “Now?!”

She nodded at her son, who ran into the car. “I, ah, I'd better get going before he hotwires the car and drives himself,” she told you and the boys. The three of you watched as Joanna’s car pulled out of the parking lot. Sam and Dean turned to you and placed their bags in the trunk next to yours. 

“It's too bad,” said Sam.

“Oh, they’ll be fine,” you assured him.

“That's not what I meant,” he shook his head. “I meant Michael. He'll always know there are things out there in the dark— he'll never be the same, you know?” He paused. “Sometimes I wish that....”

“What?” Dean questioned.

“I wish I could have that kinda innocence.”

Dean walked to the driver’s side door. He leaned on the roof of the car and said, “If it means anything, sometimes I wish you could too.”

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Supernatural Masterlist:

Dean Winchester & little sister!reader:

Stay With Me

Too Old

Liar

Liar Part 2

Protector

Sweet

Priorities

Face Your Fears

The Best Present

Too Much

Too Much (little sister version)

Too Much (Dean’s POV)

Tortured Headcannons

A Family Lost, a Family Found

Sleep Tight

Ler!Dean Headcannons

Sharing is Caring

Wandering

Sam Winchester & little sister!reader:

Betrayal

Betrayal Part 2

Pride, Prejudice, and Pennywise

Ler!Sam Headcannons, Part 2

Lee!Sam Winchester Headcannons

Safe Distance

Squeeze Once, Squeeze Twice

Winchester brothers & little sister!reader:

Just a Girl

Shotgun

Playing Hooky

Book Dragon

Jolly Holidays

Thunder

Band-aids and Biker Gangs

Not Alone

Accidents and Promises

Safety First

Universal Love

Hey Jude

Big Brother

Shots and Surprises

Workout Buddy

Where to Run

Sleep Tight

Burn Out

Wedding Jitters

Useless

Birthday Pie

Migraine Ministrations

Look Alike

A Real Family

The Safest Place

My Favorite Thing

One Call Away

Another

Board Game Night

Pointless Protection

Uncaged Masterlist

Winchester Brothers & John & Reader

Old Blood, New Family

Castiel & reader

My Angel

Gabriel & teen!reader

(TFW & Gabriel’s daughter!reader): Chances, Chances part 2

(Gabriel & Winchester!reader) Guardian Trickster

Kevin Tran x Winchester!reader

Running with You

Various Characters

Adoption Agency (Dean, Sam, reader, Claire, Charlie, Jody, Ben, Cassie Je (oc)

Hate You (Kidding) (Crowley & daughter)

Picking Sides (TFW + Mary & Winchester!reader)

Team Free Will & Winchester!reader

Concerning Habits

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Colby Brock x Reader

WARNINGS - Ghost hunting, Angst, and fear.

Summary - You, Kris and Celina are the guests for the next ghost hunting video with Sam and Colby. You all are ghost hunting at the Winchester mystery house. You and Colby are almost as close as Him and Sam. Secret feelings are way to obvious but you two are oblivious af. The girls and sam want to help you two come together tonight.

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Feeling the wind in my hair brought joy to my already adrenaline pumping body. I was currently following Sam, Colby, Kris and Celina on my lovely blue motorbike. We were all getting together to ghost hunt at the Winchester mystery house today. Kris, Celina and I met a while back at their first ghost hunt together with Sam and Colby. Of course Celina had ghost hunted with them a total of 2 other times. It had been my 6th time with them, and us three hit it off pretty well. I met the boys when they invited me to go investigate the Waverly Hills Sanatorium. The fans knew me best for my biker videos on TikTok, I blew up the most for the ways I handled crazy and angry drivers. I was calm and struck back fast with great comebacks, easily shutting anyone up. The favorite currently was the one time I half pulled my hand gun when one guy got to ballsy.

This guy had cut me off for whatever reason, probably pissed that I was able to weave around him without any trouble but Idk. He came out with a baseball bat pointing at me. So I unzipped the conceal carry pocket that sat on the strap of my backpack and half pulled out my bright blue Glock 19 from Gen 4. He saw it and was quick to shut up and get right back into his car. So I zipped my my pocket back up and continued on when the light turned green. Of course this was caught on my 360 cam so I could set the video up perfectly for TikTok.

I also started a YouTube channel where I road around and either had great dialogue or went to Moto events. Recently I had also added some behind the scenes of videos I was apart of on other channels. This was all done with the agreement from whoever I was with at the time. I always made sure to post a few days after their video dropped.

Anyways, I was now right next to the window where the girls sat in the backseat. I waved and reached out for Kris's hand before slowing back down and returning to following the group. Finally within the next few minutes we were pulling into the Winchester house drive. I could see Sam begin recording the inside of the car, I'm sure he at some point zoomed in to see me in the background of the car close behind them. The most telling sign being when the whole car, besides Colby driving, turned around and began to wave to me. So of course I waved back.

Once we were inside, I parked beside their vehicle and began to discard my helmet and all other safety gear. Seeing as we didn't have to go far I didn't put all of it on. Mainly just the helmet and some safety pants, I allowed myself to ride with just my t-shirt so I could feel the cool breeze. I stuffed my safety pants, gloves, and keys into my backpack. Then stuffed the backpack into my helmet before setting it in the back of Sam and Colbys car for safe keeping.

Then we all walked up to the front of the house where we were given a quick run down of how our night was scheduled. Once that was done we got set up to record the intro of the video. The girls and I in the middle with a boy on each side. I stood closest to Colby with Celina between Kris and I and Sam on the far side by kris.

Of course both Sam and Colby did their typical intro talking about hell week and such while Celina, Kris and I just stood smiling. We gave some short "Hell yeahs" and similar exclamations while Sam talked about how the Winchester house was one of the scariest place at least some magazine said so. After that we went ahead and began to walk up to the front of the house. Colby had his arms up like he was some real estate agent showing off a luxury house.

"Colby you do this we're too scared!" Celina yelled out earning a giggle from me as Colby yelled back "No you gotta do it!" Kris volunteered to go in first, Once inside fully she looked back saying "It smells like death." I laughed. "Sounds so fantastic." I responded in a sarcastic tone.

Celina was quickly spooked by a manakin dressed liked Sarah Winchester. The room was decorated like the funeral of her husband. We continued to walk around slowly taking in the first main room of the house. I definitely had that strangely spooky vibe to it. Celina tried to get a 'sign' from a hand sanitizer dispenser at one point. But it gave her nothing which she then said "Its Dry, dry" Which I was quick to sarcastically respond with, "Just like how I was with my ex, drier than the Sahara desert." Which earned me a full blown break out in laughter from everyone as Sam brought the camera up much closer to me. "You said what y/n?" I smiled into the close up camera. "I said what I said and I meant what I said." Which earned more giggles from everyone.

We continued on until we were in front of a piano where Kris was about to play it, however we suddenly heard the sounds of the guest arriving which obviously scared the hell out of us. Celina even remarking how she almost shit her pants.

Quickly we went over to meet the guests and get right back into recording. First we were to meet Crystal who was an empathic medium. When we started recording she began to tell us what she saw and felt when it came to Celina. She could see ghosts but she was also a very special person who should be protected at all costs. We all agreed about that and Crystal then looked at me giving me a weird face. "There is something different about you, I believe you are very gifted person maybe even empathic in some way. I don't know how to read this well, I've never seen something like this. I do want to say its nothing negative its all positive. I just don't know to the extent what it is, maybe you just have tapped into this power yet and that's why it's so hazy for me." I looked into the camera with wide nervous eyes and then looking back we all moved on to sit with Crystal as she told us about her understanding of this house.

When we finished up talking to her, that when the guides began to take us on a tour around the house. This way we could better understand the lay out and also get another more informative rundown of the history behind everything in the house. We started with the Daisy Bedroom which was still prominently effected by the earthquake she had been stuck in.

As we moved on, Colby stuck closer to me and we began to chat a bit. "I'm glad to have you join us again y/n." I smiled at him. "I'm always happy to come hang with you guys, especially when you bring Kris and Celina along. This is the fucking dream team right here." He laughed at my statement before speaking again. "How long you gonna be around here this time? I know sam and I are staying for a few extra days as like a mini vacation. I think kris and Celina were going to as well to catch back up with us." I nodded and thought about it. "Yeah, I think I could see about extending my stay. Might have to switch rooms since they probably already have my room booked for after when I was planning to leave." Colby smiled. "If you end up needing a place to stay you could always bunk it with Sam and I. We got a suite so two beds and a pull out couch bed." I nodded and gave him sweet smile. "Okay Ill let you know if I need a space."

We continued our walk until we entered an area in a hallway were a few hallways connected to each other. The guide told us about Sarah and her height which lead to jokes about Celina being Sarah Winchester again. However as we continued through the house with the guide, it was constantly brought up and overly stated by the boys about the corresponding numbers. They would react in strange ways when anything was 7, 11 or 13. At one point they earned a reaction from Kris who said. "Colby and these numbers man? I don't know what this means." Colby was messy with his lips looking off into the distance which we all laughed at. "The fuck does that mean Brock!" I exclaimed.

Later on we had entered this room when all of a sudden Celina asked about a dog. She was telling us about how she had envisioned a small dog like what Sarah's dog was. While she explained it, I heard a sound behind us. I seemed to be the only one who noticed and I stared around the room trying to see what or where it was.

Kris noticed my quiet stare and asked what's up. "I just heard something but it hasn't happened again, so maybe a fluke." They all looked at me strangely before we just moved on. Finally we had finished everything that required a guide or other person in the house. So we went outside to get the final run down of our time allowance and a few other necessary things. Once they had left, we turned the camera back on and Celina started talking.

"I know that ghost hunting is really hard, so I got us all a crystal to protect us." As she handed them out we instantly began to laugh as she gave us all penis crystals. "These are shafts of protection, put it in your pocket and it will keep things from getting inside of you." With that she looked directly at Sam. "Yeah sam you need this for sure." I said.

After a little bit more talking, we went inside to the first room. We set up flash lights across from each other in the room. I stood next to Colby with the other three on the other side of the room. We started off with Celina asking questions.

"Sarah if you're here can you turn on one of these flashlights?" then she counted down from 3. However nothing happened making her sigh. We continued to ask questions however we were left in a heavy silence. After a while of this it was decided to try the Onvoy. Colby held the box and turned it on, stoping mid sentence to hear the tune it does when it turns on. I smiled as the others joked, kris even said "I love that, it's like a retro game." I stood near Colby again as he spoke to the camera, pointing at the box. While he spoke I copied his movements behind him, making fun of the poor guy. I could see sam smiling behind the camera, moving to make sure I was in shot too. Colby hadn't noticed so I made myself known when he finished saying "Something has to literally tap this for it to go off." So I said the same thing right after him, getting in front and kneeled down closer to the box.

Everyone laughed as Colby chuckled and then responded with "Are you copying me?" We had a small laugh before continuing on with the investigation. Finally we started getting answers with he machine, even the flashlight turned on a few times. Finally we started realizing that the spirit did not want us here, Celina asked if they wanted us to leave and it was almost an instant yes.

I felt a chill go up my back and seconds later kris would say she was freezing in here. Celina on the other hand was hot and feeling as if she was going to throw up. So we decided to take her outside, we wanted to give her time to herself. But in seconds she was running back in for us telling sam to turn on the camera and come with her.

She then told us how the sprinklers instantly turned on when she walked outside, so she leaned over this railing only to realize she felt completely fine now. I smiled at her after she finished talking. "You need to run outside babe, I will literally carry you all the way honey" Celina laughed and gave me a hug while Kris joined us in front of the camera and started talking me up. "For those of you who still don't know y/n like the rest of us. She is quite the hot mama, but not just that she built like the goddess Athena. Ready to go to war, She could probably outfit most of the guys watching this." I giggled but quickly disregarded kris. "No I would probably get shown up pretty easily Kris, You know I just like the physique that comes with muscles." Celina spoke up next. "Yeah those abs and biceps got you looking hot af y/n! Slay Queen!" We all laughed again. But then kris looked at Celina and they seemed to have the same idea. This time Kris spoke it out loud. "I'm sure there is a great guy out there just waiting to snatch up a goddess like you y/n" Unbeknownst to me they were not staring at the camera but directly behind it at Colby who may or may not have blushed a bit.

After the skit we all began to head to the next investigation area. The Witches Cap. When we got there and began to record, Celina pulled me and kris aside. First she handed kris a new slightly larger crystal penis saying "Here I got you one, cause things are getting a little more intense." She began to hand out a new one to everyone except me. One she looked at me she gave me devious smile. "You y/n however get something a little more special." Opening her back pack, she pulled something out. I couldn't see it yet as she hid it away from view still. "I know your don't need anymore protection with those muscles you got on you. So instead I thought I would give you something a little different." She opened up her arms to give me an apple, however it was carved out of rose quartz and the stem was a silver metal. Hanging around it was a silver chain necklace with a rose quartz heart wrapped with a bit of silver wire to keep in on the chain. "I thought you need a little help with your love life and Rose quartz is a good stone for that." I smiled and held the apple in my hand while removing the necklace to look at it too. "Thank you so much Celina! I hope I can pay it back by getting myself a man." She smiled and hugged me before we returned to the investigation. Sam held the camera and recorded Celina and Kris being goofballs with the crystal dicks. So I walked up to Colby and asked if he could help me put on the necklace. He said yes and gently began to help me move my hair out of the way. Once clasped he carefully lifted my hair out of the chain before coming back to the front.

"You look so gorgeous tonight y/n" I blushed thanking him. "You look pretty handsome tonight too Colby" He blushed as well. We heard some giggles and glanced over to see the others recording and laughing at us. "Awe look at the two love birds." Colby quickly tried to change the topic and get back to the investigation. Which kind of hurt but I knew that he was out of my league and I shouldn't get my hopes up.

As the investigation continued, we were now in Sarah's room. We had been lead in here by Celina who had seen the ghost of Sarah but also could feel her almost leading her. So now we sat down with a motion detector and rem pod out as we tried asking questions. I was sat between Kris and Colby, however Kris and I had locked arms and sat closer as stuff kept getting creepy. The spirit box had been pulled out at one point, things were being said answering our questions until it said my name a couple times. That when it really got creepy.

For some reason both Kris and I had looked to our right where this entrance to the room was. In that split second we both saw what looked like a person standing in the corner. We both freaked out and I moved back quickly on instinct, Colby grabbing me to calm me down subtly.

Sam decided to ask kris first who was in what seemed like shock as her instinct was to laugh at whatever that was. Kris even showed where and what we saw for an example. Soon after we decided to leave the room. However as we got to the 7-11 stair case, I heard something call out for me this caused me to stop and look around. I tried to find any reason for that voice. I didn't even notice that the group was now out of sight. However I soon heard them yelling for sam to turn the camera on, as Kris and Celina said they just heard a voice. I could hear them say they assumed it was me only to realize I wasn't behind them anymore.

I wanted to laugh at this however I heard another voice, I looked towards where I had heard it only to see the pitch black figure of a man with what looked like a long gun of some sort. He was standing maybe 3 feet away from me. This caused me to scream and seconds later the man disappeared. Tears were already falling from my eyes as this jump scare sent me into my fight or flight mode. Except some sort of malfunction must have happened in my brain as I quickly squatted down hiding my face in my arms.

I heard the sounds of the others running as some yelled "Holy SHit y/n! We are coming!" I think it was Colby who screamed for me as the others began screaming for me as well. It was easy for them to find me as there was only one direction to go. When I looked up I saw them a few feet away running to me, Sam holding the camera still recording as they saw my tear stained and still crying face. Colby knelt down to help me stand back up, his hands quickly came up to wipe my tear stained cheeks as Celina asked. "What happened!?" I gave myself a second to calm down as Colby gave me a hug. Once I could speak, I pulled back and began to talk. "So I heard this voice and stopped to try and see what maybe made a noise that sounded like a voice. However I found nothing only to realize you guys were so far down the hallway I could no longer see you but I could hear you. I was about to go catch up when I heard the voice again. So I turned around and saw this male black figure with a gun maybe 3 feet from me. It just scared the shit out of me and I guess my instinct was to curl up into a ball." I joked at the end trying to keep myself cool still.

Eventually we decided to keep moving on to the next investigation area. Colby stayed with me this time, his arm around my shoulders as he kept me near him. I was thankful for this cause I was definitely a little shook after that.

When we got there the boys began to tell us about the numbers they kept bringing up. Explaining how numerology works and why these numbers were so important. They explained how the numbers worked with the house, and then even went on to tell us what all of our numbers were and what they meant. Celina was 'the protector, Kris was 'the Teacher', Colby was 'the psychic' and Sam was 'the guide'. All of their numbers and descriptions were so on point with them. Once they had finished the boys looked at me with a slight amazement in their eyes. "Y/n your life path number is the exact same at the one this house was built on. You are the number 22 which is the master architect." Everyone gave a sound of astonishment as the pieces started to come together and make sense. Forgetting about this number being mine but the fact that the house was built on the number of the master architect? That's insane.

Sam continued. "On top of the whole house also being a life path 22, in our group we now have 3 spiritual outliers. 11, 22, and 33 Life path numbers are said to have higher psychic abilities." WOW was all I could say. Sarah Winchester was for sure the smartest woman I had ever known. There was too many things to be coincidental anymore, this was her way of sending a code to the future.

Soon we had moved on again, now we were back outside where it was cold as balls now. Kris, Celina and I huddled together while we waited for sam to go grab what he needed to give us. When he came back he gave each one of us a 'robe' so we could dress like Sarah Winchester. Celina got a green one, Sam had Red, Kris got Purple, and Colby had a blue one. I got the silver or grey one, I can't really tell.

We all then drew sticks to see where each one of us would have to start from and find our way to the 'witch's cap'. Sam got the farthest, I got the second worse option, Celina probably got the third worse in my opinion, kris and Colby were about tied for the best option among us all.

Once I got the text that I could start, I began to try and remember my way back to the witches cap. Each of us had been taken to our spots but we were only allowed to stare at the floor all the way their, that way no one could 'cheat'.

I could feel that I was almost too easily getting lost. Every turn I took and hallway I followed seemed to lead me back to the same room. I had ended up back in my starting room one too many times. This was strange, but It made me remember that this is a paranormal things sometimes. Ghost or spirits like to confuse and distort peoples sense of direction. I talked to the camera about my idea, telling them that they would just have to trust me that I was feeling lost even though they might not see it that way.

Eventually I finally made it to a new part of the house, but now out of the corner of my eyes I would see that damn shadow figure. One time I heard a loud running, which ended up being caught on camera while I whipped it to the direction I heard it coming from. "What in the holy fuck was that?!" I whispered out more scared than ever.

I could feel myself tearing up again a little, everything was becoming almost over stimulating to me as I once again began to get lost. I was now stuck in this new room as I tried to find my way back to that stupid witches cap. I'm sure by now at least half of the group had found that room. Only Sam was left by now I bet, besides me of course. Come to think of it I haven't seen any of the others, not even heard them.

Unbeknownst to me they actually had all made it to the room and were waiting for me. Sam, Kris and Celina were sure I was fine but Colby was slowly losing that assurance as he began to worry about my safety. He told them, "I'm worried because we haven't heard or seen her and she has been messed with the most tonight. Like the spirit box said her name, she saw that figure and heard voices. Who knows what else they might do now that she is alone." With his words the others began to worry as well.

Back to me I was now much closer to making it all the way to the witches cap. By now the figure seemed to show up in my vision more often. I heard more noises and voices. I could feel tears cascading faster down my face, I was beyond scared now. I felt like I was being targeted by one ghost, as the voices were all the same. The figure was the same every time, with the same build and gun in hand. I was now jogging trying to find the room. I still felt lost until I entered one specific hallway.

I was finally just a straight shot to the room, I could hear the worried voices of my friends in the distance. I let out a short whimpering cry as I bolted for the room. When I turned into the room I could see all of their shocked faces. My mind was on one track as I ran right into the arms of Colby who instantly reciprocated the hug. He was quick to try and help me calm down, realizing pretty quickly that I was silently crying into his chest.

Sam of course had the camera running while Celina gently took the camera I had from me. Kris was rubbing my back while Colby held me close. His hand was petting my hair while the other held me around my waist. He whispered to me. "Shhhh it's okay y/n. You're safe, I'm here. shhhhh" With his help I was able to slowly come down from the adrenaline and fear. It was then that I explained everything I had just went through from the beginning. I told them that I hoped my suffering was able to catch something on the stupid camera. I explained that there were at least 3 sounds that should have been more than loud enough to be heard.

Colby kept me close and in his arms as I explained, he didn't even let me go when we finally moved on. For now we would be sitting around Celina while she tapped into her psychic side. She explained before how she would see a little movie in her head. So we all became completely quiet to allow her time to meditate. Colby had his arm still around my shoulders, he held me close to keep me from getting targeted again.

While she told us what she was hearing and seeing, I stayed still in Colby's arms. It was as if I was frozen in place, however what finally broke me out of it was when it felt like she was talking to me. "y/n, things are going to change for you in the paranormal world, but you will greet it with open arms. Something bad will happen soon, keep him close." However when she said 'him' she enunciated it differently. As if she was trying to tell me with out really telling me who 'he' was. I could feel Colby stiffen when she told us something bad would happen.

After that she finished talking and allowed all of us to talk about the things she said. Everyone was more focused on the part about me, as it sounded like she was telling me the future. My near future was not looking the brightest. Finally we all packed up and began to head out. The boys went off to record their ending while the rest of us got ready to leave in the car. I began to put back on my riding gear and helmet.

I was ready to go when they came back over, the girls and I participating in some small talk. Colby gave me a back hug and I could see the sly smirks from the the girls. I knew exactly what they were thinking but I turned my attention to Colby as he spoke. "are you okay?" I nodded. "Yep now that I get to go back, sleep, and eat I am more than okay." He laughed with me agreeing that anyone would be more than okay knowing they could relax like that.

He then asked. "Would you like to get dinner together?" I smiled. "Sure I would love that. What kind of food you thinking of?" He then also adorned a sly smirk. "how about a quick run to jack in the box?" I instantly adorned a wide smile. "You know what makes me melt Brock." I told him. We laughed and the others all poured into the car. While I hopped on my bike and soon we were all off back to the hotel. When we got back the others decided to head back to their rooms, leaving me and Colby alone. Little did I know all three of them had given Colby a pep talk. They had told him this was his moment, saying stuff like he had done well protecting and comforting me all day now he needed to take that next step. They even said if they don't find out we are dating within the next few hours then he would be on a friend zone time out. Whatever that means.

However I didn't know any of this, I was completely oblivious thanks to my love for my bike. He waltzed over to me in the parking lot. "So my car or your bike?" he asked me. I smiled and pulled my back pack around. Smirking as I pulled out my passenger helmet. He smiled and took it form me putting it on. He slid on the passenger seat behind me, I grabbed his hands and put them around my waist, smelling as I told him to hold on tight. With the last word I clicked a button and my visor came down as I began to prepare to drive off.

The ride was fun and calm, his hands around my waist making my blush sometimes. I was definitely glad to have my motorcycle helmet to block the obvious blush.

When we got to the food joint, I parked in a nice spot where I could see my bike from the window. We quickly went inside giggling to each other like little kids on their birthdays. We ordered and were now waiting for Colby's name to be called. It didn't take long and we were finally walking outside with the food bags. We decided it would be more fun to eat outside while staring at the stars and moon together. The food was good and talking was nice. However when Colby went to go throw away the food some man came up to me. His beeline-ing for me instantly sent a chill through my system. I was instantly reminded of Celina's words. "Something bad will happen soon, keep HIM close." However by the time I thought about calling Colby back the guy was up close in my personal space. This caused me to back up a bit as he spoke venomously. "Oh don't back up pretty lady, I just wanna chat for a bit." I shook my head. "Not interested." he instantly grabbed my arm and began to pull me back. I started to pull away, this brought us to a stand still as we seemed to be at the same strength level. Thanks to my constant gym attendance and love for the grind.

Finally Colby returned, removing his hand from my arm roughly and pushing the guy back. "Don't touch my girlfriend, just move on!" He yelled at the guy. The weird man instantly got apologetic toward Colby. 'Oh sorry man, didn't know the bitch had a man." Colby got angrier at that. "Leave right now before you saying anything worse and get kicked the fuck out." He sounded like he had growled it out. The man instantly began to speed walk away, Colby turning around to check me over.

"Are you okay y/n?" I smiled at him nodding "Yeah, you know Colby I think this was one of things Celina talked about." Colby seemed to have a realization at this. He agreed, that this sounded a lot like what Celina had said, also that we would definitely tell the group later.

Suddenly I remembered something Colby had said. "So am I your girlfriend now?" Colby blushed and scratched the back of his neck. "Well I wanted to ask you to be my girlfriend in a more romantic way." I giggled and gave him a kiss on the lips. "Well I think this was a pretty interesting way to finally get what I have been wishing for."

That night we returned to the hotel and Colby joined me in my room. We cuddled together as we watched Disney movies and finally fell asleep in each others arms. Pf course we got a round of cheers from the others in the morning when they learned the good news. Of course the predictions from Celina were also crazy.

Even after all the targeting from ghosts, Colby and I still found a way to have sweet cute moments together. Forgetting about all the hardships we each had experienced today.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Whiskey, Neat - Dean Winchester X Female Reader

Title: Whiskey, Neat

Dean Winchester X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Sam, Larry (OC), vamps (Mentioned), and a random woman (OC) (Mentioned)

WC: 4,236

Warnings: Bars, alcohol, cursing, italics, very brief mentions of smoking (not by the Reader or Dean), Supernatural canon violence mentioned very briefly, teasing, banter, flirting, kind of love at first sight, nicknames, slight angst, confession, and fluff

The neon sign outside the bar was broken, causing the name "Florance" to flicker on and off. One moment, it was dark; the next, it glowed a deep red. However, the "L" and "O" were completely burnt out, leaving the sign to flash “France.” The outside of the bar wasn’t that bad. It looked like any run-of-the-mill bar on the side of Route 66. It was a good size, somewhat dingy, and definitely could use some love and renovation. 

It was also noticeably loud - as were all bars, really - it only made sense. The chatter and drunken laughter were clear and easy to hear from a good couple of feet from the door. And the smell of smoke was quite noticeable as well; from the two biker men standing off to the side by their bikes. 

Even though the place was crappy, for lack of a better word, Dean had walked into far worse. 

Mmm, maybe not far worse, but he’d been in worse bars than this one.

Walking in, the immediate scent of beer, aged whiskey, and smoke filled the air, mingling with the low hum of conversation and the distant crackle of a jukebox. Dean tried to see what song was playing, but, again, it was difficult due to how loud the place was. He did take notice of the two pool tables, and three dart boards, so that was definitely a plus. But, the place was mighty crowded. Who knew that this run-down bar next to the highway of Route 66 was so popular. But, when Dean made his way to the bar, he spotted a possible reason; one that wasn’t the possible cheap beer and free pool games. 

You stood behind the bar. Dean watched as you effortlessly juggled orders with ease, your skill showing him that you had been doing this for years. Two beers for the man in the corner, a couple of shots for the group to the side - your hands moved with practiced precision, every motion smooth, every pour perfect. And through it all, you smiled, not just out of habit or to be polite but with a warmth that lit up the room. 

Damn, you were stunning.

It didn’t take very long for Dean to snap out of his staring and realize that he was still standing near the door. 

Slipping onto an empty bar stool, Dean didn’t have to wait long for you to slide over. Rag in hand, you tilted your head to the side slightly, giving him your full attention. 

“Something catch your eye?” You teased, the corners of your lips curling up into a playful smile. Dean furrowed his eyebrows, momentarily confused, only for you to continue, your eyebrow raising as you gave him a knowing look. “I noticed you staring when you walked in.

He blinked, caught off guard, a flush creeping up his neck. For a split second, he looked embarrassed. Completely out of character for the usually confident Winchester. But that didn’t last very long. A smirk appeared, his charm taking over.

“You’re observant,” He said, leaning in slightly.

You nodded, unfazed, “Part of the job.” You replied smoothly, your hands moving to wipe down the counter as you spoke. 

Dean’s gaze followed your movements, “I bet you catch all sorts of things, huh?”

You glanced over at Larry, a regular two bar stools down, who was just finishing his first drink. “If I were really observant,” You began, “I’d get Larry another drink before he starts complaining about the service.” Without missing a beat, you turned and poured Larry another glass of his usual, placing the drink in front of him with a smile. Once Larry was happily sipping his drink, you turned back to Dean, “So,” You tilted your head again, “What would you like to drink, handsome?”

Dean’s grin widened, “Whiskey. Neat.”

You gave him a sly smile, moving to grab the bottle. “Coming right up.”

~~~

Well, after the first visit, and the second, Dean couldn’t stay away. Maybe you really were the reason why the place was so popular. Or really, it was because it was the only bar in a ten mile radius from the closest highway exit. Or maybe it was you…

Whatever it was, Dean would come back. He didn’t care if it was an extra thirty minutes from the new motel he and Sam were staying in, he wanted to see you. And, really, the alcohol wasn’t too bad either. 

And poor Sam? Well, he had tried to tag along the first night, and even the second, but on the third night, when Dean grabbed his keys with a casual “Heading out,” Sam barely looked up from his laptop.

He just sighed and muttered, “Dude, it’s your third night in a row. Just admit you like the bartender and spare me the excuses.”

Dean, of course, ignored him - though he kind of regretted ever mentioning you to Sam in the first place. Now the kid wouldn’t let it go.

So, here he was again, back in what was quickly becoming his seat, nursing a glass of whiskey - neat, of course - that you gave him.

 It was his first, and he had been there for at least an hour, he would have to guess. But, he didn’t want to drink it too fast. He liked spending time with you, even if he was kind of fighting multiple people for your attention. You’d run to one side of the bar to hand out a drink there, or off to the other side to grab an order to make, but you’d always come back to him when you weren’t busy.

That had to count for something, right? He must’ve been doing something right for you to want to spend your time with him, even when you had other people to serve.

He even turned down a woman. She was pretty, yeah, with long curls and a cute figure, but he politely turned her down. After all, he was actively talking to you. And so, you watched as she pouted, throwing him one last lingering glance before she walked away.

Turning back, you gave Dean a somewhat awkward grin, gesturing toward the woman with a tilt of your chin. “She seemed like she liked you.” You commented, tone slightly teasing. 

Dean sighed, a playful roll of his eyes accompanying the motion as he took another sip of his drink. “She ain’t my type.” He gave you a half-grin. “You know, I’m here for the drinks… And, well… The company.”

Your lips widened slightly, “Lucky for you, I’ve got both.” You surveyed him, “However I charge extra for my company.”

He chuckled as he leaned in a little, his eyes never leaving yours as he did so. “So, what about the last couple of days? I didn’t get hit with any extra charges. I’m startin' to think I’m special or somethin'.”

You shrugged one shoulder nonchalantly, keeping the smile playful but casual. "Oh, you’re not special," You teased back, leaning on the bar, "I just give new customers free therapy for the first three days. Starting now, I’m charging you extra.”

Dean shook his head, chuckling as he took another slow sip of his whiskey. 

Later into the night, the bar had quieted down quite a bit. The usual chatter died away, and most of the customers had filtered out, leaving only Dean sitting at his place at the bar. The dim lighting and empty stools around him gave the place a more intimate feel. You were still behind the counter, wiping down the already clean surface out of habit, but the real work had long since stopped.

“So,” You began, “Tell me, Winchester," You said, your voice light and curious. "What is your type?" Dean hummed in response, not immediately catching on. You repeated the question, "If that woman wasn't your type, then who is?" You rested your elbow on the counter, letting your cheek settle in your hand as you looked at him with genuine interest. "What kind of person calls to the great Dean Winchester?"

Dean paused, his glass halfway to his lips, the corner of his lips forming a smirk, “Why the sudden interest in my type?”

You rolled your eyes, “You can’t blame a girl for being curious,” You replied playfully, leaning in slightly, your gaze steady.

Dean chuckled, setting his glass down slowly as he met your eyes. For a moment, he seemed to weigh his words, as if choosing his answer carefully.

“Well,” He began, his voice low and confident, “Someone who doesn’t put up with my bullshit, can keep up with me when the shit hits the fan, and… Isn’t afraid to call me out when I’m being an ass.” You raised an eyebrow, your smile growing as you waited for him to continue, your hand still resting on your cheek. "And what about you, sweetheart?" He added instead of continuing on, his gaze narrowing slightly, "What’s your type?"

You pursed your lips, feigning deep thought as you pushed back against the counter with your hands, looking to the side for a moment as if considering his question seriously. After a beat, you looked back at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes. 

“Someone who can handle their whiskey,” You said with a shrug, your sly grin reappearing, “Oh, and a good sense of humor helps, too.” Dean raised an eyebrow at your words, a cocky grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as you handed him his receipt and his card. “See you tomorrow, handsome?” You asked, voice light, hopeful.

“Yeah,” Dean answered, his eyes lingering on you a moment longer before he grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. As he walked, he glanced down at the receipt, quickly noticing something. You hadn’t charged him extra for your company. He knew that you were just teasing about your company costing extra, but as he turned around to ask about it, he was delighted by your answer. 

“I take it back,” You called out to him as you met his gaze with a smirk, shrugging casually. “Maybe you are special.”

~~~

You grabbed a bottle from the shelf, pouring a drink for one of the regulars before sliding it across the bar with an easy flick of your wrist. And while you went on about your night as you usually did - a drink here, and a refill on the peanut bowl there - your mind was thinking about something else. Someone else.

Dean Winchester.

It was ridiculous, really. He’s only been coming around for three nights, but somehow, you found yourself expecting him now. Looking toward the door every so often, wondering when he was going to strut on in. 

You couldn’t ignore the way your heart beat would kick up a bit whenever he walked in through the door, or the way that your eyes were so drawn to him. The way that he would lean against the bar before sitting down, all easy confidence and charm, flashing that damn smirk of his that made your stomach fill with what you assumed were those butterflies that people talk about. 

You liked how he talked to you. Not just in that flirtatious, cocky way he spoke, but your conversations felt so real with him. He wasn’t like most men that walked into your bar. He listened to what you had to say. He didn’t ignore you or brush your words off. He listened; he cared. 

And those green eyes of his? Yeah, those were dangerous. Warm when he laughed, sharp when he was thinking, and downright hypnotic when they locked on yours.

You wiped down the counter absentmindedly, forcing yourself to focus. Heaven forbid if you messed up on a drink order all because you were thinking about him. It was just some harmless attraction. You had met plenty of good-looking guys before - ones who flirted, ones who smirked, ones who lingered at the bar for just a little too long. 

But Dean… He wasn’t like them. He was different. 

There was just something about him… Like you’d told yourself before, he actually seemed to care. And on top of that, he made you laugh - not the polite, forced kind, but the real, unexpected kind that snuck up on you.

And damn it, you were starting to crave that more than you should - his attention, his humor, the way he made you feel like you were the only one in the room. It was starting to feel dangerous.

Like those eyes of his…

The bell over the door jingled.

Your heart skipped before you could stop it.

And there he was.

Despite yourself, you smiled as Dean walked in, but it faltered when he took his seat. His usual confident swagger was subdued, and his expression was almost… Serious. Disappointed, maybe? The shift in his demeanor made your stomach twist slightly, curiosity bubbled up. What was up with him tonight?

“Hey, handsome,” You began softly, your voice carrying just enough over the noise of the bar to reach him. “Fella done you wrong?”

Dean tried to flash you a grin, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Nah,” He chuckled, though there was a faint sadness to the sound. “Nothin' like that.”

You hummed, tilting your head slightly as you set the whiskey glass in front of him. There was a quiet sympathy in your gaze as you filled the glass, careful with your movements. “If you want,” You offered, leaning against the counter, “You can tell me what’s on your mind. Might help.”

Dean took a large sip of his drink, his fingers gripping the glass tightly for a moment, his tongue brushing his bottom lip as he considered you. When his gaze finally met yours, there was something a little heavier in his eyes. “Tomorrow’s my last day in town.” He said, his voice low, almost reluctant to admit it.

Your soft smile dropped at his words. “Oh.” You said simply, a huge wave of disappointment that matched his washing over you.

Dean had told you that he and his brother weren’t local, and it was obvious that they weren’t. And Dean had told you that he and his brother traveled for work. They weren’t in the same place for very long. So you knew that it was only a matter of time before he would have to leave, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt any less. 

“Where are- where are you heading to now?” You asked, pausing to clear your throat as you quickly poured another customer a drink, your eyes leaving Dean’s momentarily. 

“Oregon,” He replied, his voice carrying some weight to it. You nodded, trying to keep your composure, before returning your attention to him as you finished fixing a drink.

“That sounds exciting,” You said, hoping to lighten the mood a bit, “Bigfoot lives there.” You then leaned forward, your eyes lighting up, “Do you believe in Bigfoot?”

Dean paused for a moment, his fingers tapping the rim of his glass as he thought it over. He then shook his head, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Nah. The only Sasquatch I believe in is my brother. The guy’s like seven feet.”

The joke caught you off guard, and before you could stop yourself, you burst out laughing, your shoulders shaking as you covered your mouth with your hand. 

When your laugh finally faded, you wiped a stray tear from the corner of your eyes, still smiling. “Sorry, that was good,” You said, shaking your head, “Is your brother really that tall?”

“Mmm,” Dean pursed his lips, “More or less.” There was a slight pause before Dean leaned forward, his arms resting on the counter. “I gotta tell you somethin', though,” He said, “You look beautiful tonight.” He added “I figured I’d say it now, before I leave. Been wanting to tell you since I first saw you.”

You froze for a moment, before slowly, a sheepish smile appeared, your stomach once more fluttering. “God, Dean,” You sighed out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, feeling rather flustered from the sudden compliment. Despite the fact that your hair was a bit of a mess from your long shift, and you were still in your work attire, which wasn’t exactly the most glamorous, the fact that he thought you were beautiful made you feel a little lighter. You let out a soft laugh, trying to mask the way your cheeks were heating up. “Thank you, Dean. That’s sweet.” Grabbing a rag and wiping down the counter, “Now I want to tell you something-”

“Nah, sweetheart,” Dean tried to wave you off, awkwardly and bashfully, his hand briefly running through his hair as he shafted in his seat. “You don’t have to-”

“Nonsense!” You chuckled, a teasing grin tugging on your lips. “Now, it’s only fair that I tell you something since you decided to spring that on me.”

Dean raised an eyebrow, clearly trying to play it cool but failing miserably at the soft blush spreading across his cheeks. “Oh, yeah? What’s that then?”

You leaned in just a little, your voice lowering, “Well, for one thing, you have the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.” You paused for a moment, letting your gaze linger on his eyes, taking in the way they sparkled slightly, reflecting the fairy lights behind you. “They’re like this mix of green and gold, and they just-” You tilted your head slightly, your smile softening, “They pull you in, ya’know?” You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped you. “And the rest of your face is just gorgeous as well.” Your eyes glanced up to meet his. “It’s hard not to stare sometimes.”

Dean grinned, his entire face brightening. “I could say the same for you," He winked, taking another sip of his drink.

"I know," You sighed dramatically, rolling your eyes, "We are both just too hot to handle." You chuckled, smiling that smile again.

“Yeah,” He agreed, unable to look away. “Pretty hot.” His eyes drifted to your smile, as he subconsciously licked his bottom lip. 

You noticed him do it, and felt that familiar heat spread throughout your body; you bit your lip briefly. You opened your mouth to speak but then you heard Larry call out to you. You glanced over, giving a small wave to the man, then back to Dean.

“I’ll be right back.” After a quick moment of apologizing to Larry for the wait and giving him another drink, you turned back to Dean. “Dean, I-” You froze. He was gone; his seat empty. And on the counter was the money he owed you, plus extra as your usual tip. Your smile dropped, staring at the seat, disappointed that he left without saying goodbye. “Shit.” You muttered under your breath, a frown settling onto your face. Sighing, you placed your hands on the countertop and gave your head a shake, forcing yourself to get back to work.

~~~

Dean stuffed another flannel in his duffle bag, mind on autopilot as he packed his bag, making sure he had everything. Dean felt awful for leaving without saying goodbye to you the night before. He could hardly sleep that night because of it. Every time he closed his eyes he heard your laugh ringing through his ears, and every word you spoke echoing in his mind. But it was too late, he needed to leave. There were a few vamp sightings in Oregon that he and Sam needed to take care of. 

Before Dean knew it, he was in the Impala; his baby. His and Sam's bags were packed with all their clothes and gear, thrown in the trunk, and he was in the driver's seat, Sam beside him. Dean's grip tightened around the wheel as he just stared straight ahead. Sam glanced over at his older brother, kind of worried, seeing the super serious expression on his face that bordered anger. Dean was angry at himself.

“Hey, Dean, you alright? You seem kinda tense.” Sam questioned quietly, watching as his brother seemed to grow more and more agitated by the second.

Dean let out a heavy sigh, his jaw working as he glared out into the motel parking lot, “Yeah, I'm fine. Jus' tired."

Sam pursed his lips, nodding, but not believing that that was all of it. 

Dean felt a pit grow in his stomach as his thoughts continued to spiral. He liked you. More than just attraction, more than a fling. He liked you in a way that made him want to see where this could go. But now? Now he was leaving, and it felt like he was walking away from something that could’ve been so much more. But his life was a hunter's life, and that life wasn't for you...

"Shit..." Dean cursed under his breath, causing Sam to look over at him, "Shit, Sam."

"What?"

"I like her, man." Dean admitted, glancing at Sam. "She's... She's amazing, Sammy, and she deserves so much better than me. She's great, and-"

"Stop beating yourself up." Sam interjected. "Are you talking about that bartender that you never shut up about?"

Dean frowned, "Yeah, that one." He sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair, "I didn't even say goodbye. I feel like such an asshole."

"Then go say goodbye," Sam huffed, finding his brother rather oblivious. "I can tell that this is going to haunt you forever if you don't do it, so do it."

Dean stared at Sam for a moment, taking in his advice before he went pedal to the metal. 

The bar was quiet, as it always was in the late afternoon. Normally people didn't arrive until at least five, so you got the first hour of your shift in almost complete silence; just preparing for the oncoming night. Dean's sudden and silent departure still stung a little bit. But you brushed it off quickly, telling yourself that you needed to think about the future. But it was hard. You really liked Dean.

Hearing the bell above the door jingle, you didn't bother to look up, just preparing a bowl of peanuts for a part of the bar when you finally decided to glance upwards. You froze, seeing Dean, standing on the other side of the bar in front of you. His hands were in his jean pockets, and the expression on his face was easy to read; guilt.

"Dean," You blinked in surprise, walking around the bar to stand in front of him. "What are you doing here?"

Dean shifted uncomfortably, his hands leaving his pockets as he looked down at his boots for a second, then back up at you. "I wanted to say goodbye," He said, his voice rough with something unspoken.

You could feel the air around you change as you stood just a few feet from him, your heart skipping in your chest. You wanted to say something, but your words got stuck in your throat.

Dean didn’t say anything else, and instead, his hand reached up, hesitating for just a moment before he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. His palm lingered on your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin. You both stood there for a beat, your breaths caught in your throats as your gazes locked. You didn't even realize that you were both leaning forward until his lips just barely brushed against yours, his breath hot on your lips as he pressed closer to you. A shiver ran down your spine, your fingers gripping the sleeves of his jacket tightly. His other hand found your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, chest to chest; the warmth of his hand seeping into your clothes.

"Goodbye," Dean whispered before his lips met yours. 

Your whole body tingled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back, your lips moving together smoothly. It was like magic, it was like heaven, and god was he so good. It wasn't long before you both pulled apart, chests heaving slightly, Dean's face flushed, your own face mirroring his. Your arms stayed wrapped tight around his neck, his arms encircling your waist. Dean's eyes flickered to yours, and you smiled up at him. 

"Hi," You breathed softly, looking into his beautiful green eyes, which shone brighter than ever.

He laughed at your reply, his eyes crinkling at the edges, "Hey."

You smiled, leaning your forehead against his before nuzzling his nose, your lips hovering over his, "I think you should have my number, don't you think?"

His smirk grew wider. "Is that a suggestion or a demand?"

You rolled your eyes playfully at his teasing tone, pulling back, “Just give me your damn phone, Winchester."

Dean snorted lightly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone before handing it to you. You grabbed it from his hand, tapping in your number swiftly. You gave it back to Dean, who quickly put it in his back pocket before pressing his lips against yours once again. This kiss was softer than the last, and you felt a little bit dizzy after he pulled away.

"I really have to go now," He muttered, "Don't want the Sasquatch in the car to get restless."

You giggled, "Well, we can't have that."

Dean smirked, "I'll come back."

"I know," Your heart swelled in your chest, "I'll be waiting."

~~~

Main Masterlist | Supernatural Masterlist

[justwhisperingfantasies]

Another piece for @jarpadversebingo

Square Filled: One Bed.

Pairing: Soulless Sam X Fem Reader.

Warnings: Language, Drinking, Supernatural Violence, Soulless Sam, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Unprotected Sex (NO!), P.I.V, Oral F. Receiving, Fingering, Sexual assault, Cannon with a twist. Let Me Know If I Forgot Any.

Summary: It's Been 12 months Since Sam Winchester Confessed His Love And Then Took The Jump, Sacrificing Himself To Save The World. When A Vampire Hunt Goes Wrong An Unexcepted Hero Saves Your Life.

Special Thank You To : @copperboom82 thank you so much for being my beta and all the help 🤍

Part 1 Part 2

You closed your eyes and braced as you wait for the throat slashing to begin, but a warm liquid sprayed across your face instead. You opened your eyes, shoving the headless vampire corpse off you. You got to your feet, wiping the blood off your face.

As your eyes adjusted to the dim light you can see a tall silhouette. Your blood ran cold, ‘it can’t be’ you thought. He turned to face you and there he was. Sam Winchester. You eyes went wide as you gasped.

He gave you a half smile. “I’ll explain later. Right now, we have to get out of here.” Sam grabbed your hand and pulled you forward, his grip strong and reassuring. “This way,” he urged, leading you down a narrow corridor. The ancient stone walls felt as though they were closing in, and the echoes of your hurried footsteps added to the growing sense of dread. “There’s an exit just ahead.”

“Sam, it won’t matter.”

“Just trust me, ok?”

You could see dawn breaking through the archway of the exit

“Almost there.” Sam promised.

“Sam!” you cried out, feeling fingers wrap around your ankle, you fell to the ground, forehead bouncing off the rough stone below. Your vision blurred as the ringing in your ears made your head throb worse. You could barely make out Sam’s words.

“Y/n! Y/n, Damnit.” You felt his arms lifting you as the darkness washed over you.

When you regain consciousness, you realize your surroundings changed. The damp corridors of the rundown building were replaced by a small, unfamiliar room. The scent of herbs and incense filled the air.

You could feel eyes on you, you peeked not opening your eyelids all the way. Sam was sitting in an armchair in the far corner, watching your every move.

“I know your awake.”

“How do you know?”

He chuckled. “Because I know you.”

“What are you?” You asked, making him lift his brows. “A demon? A ghost? Shifter?”

“None of the above.”

“Then what?”

He stood up, grabbing a knife. “Silver knife.” He winced as a drop of blood began to roll down his forearm.

“Holy water.” He picked up a jug of water with a rosery hanging from it and took a big swig,

“Salt.” He poured the white crystals onto his tongue, making a face as he closed his mouth

“Iron.” He picked up a candle holder.

You slowly rose to your feet, “It’s really you…”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you reached out to touch his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin under your fingertips. “But how? Sam, I watched you jump in...”

“I wish I knew. I woke up in a field alone.”

“Castiel?”

“I’ve tried Cas, hell I’ve tried reaching out to Crowley. Nothing.”

“And Dean?”

“Dean got his happy ending, well as happy as a hunter can get. I’m not ruining it and I’m not about to let anyone else ruin it.” He retorted. “I looked for weeks and got nothing. I decided to quit wasting my time.”

His words echoed in your mind as you stepped back, ‘Weeks?’ you hesitated. “Sam, how long has it been?”

He sighed.

“When did you wake up in that field?”

“Almost 12 months ago… give or take a day”

“You’ve been out this whole time, and you. didn’t even.”

“By the time Bobby and I found you.” He cut you off. “He said you were better.” He explained “Over me.”

You scoffed a laugh.  ��Over you...”

“Seemed like you were getting there with that biker douche.”

“Oh, don’t even act like a jealous ex-boyfriend Sam Winchester.” The anger running through your veins made your voice raise. You walked over to the door “It was your choice to not reach out.”

You heard whispers as you walked the halls of the unfamiliar house. Eavesdropping, stepped up to the cracked door.

“I don’t understand why we had to help her, and why did we have to bring her back here?”

“Because Sam cares about her, Therefore we care about her.”

“Yea, but.”

“Christian, let it go. I ain’t gonna tell you again.”

“Do you want to meet them?” Sam asked walking up behind you.

“Who are they?”

“Campbells.”

“As in..”

“Yep.” He said pushing the door open.

The two men looked over, “Sam how is she?” The older man asked.

Sam side stepped,

“Ah, she’s awake. How are you feeling darlin’?”

“Confused.”

“Yea I get that.” He said.

“y/n this is Samuel Campbell.” Samuel walked over to you with his hand out.

“Mary’s dad,” you breathed taking his hand.

“She knows about your mom?” Samuel asked looking over at Sam.

“She knows everything.”

“Not exactly.” you stepped back. “Aren’t you suppose to be dead?”

“Well, we have a theory, whatever pulled me up, pulled him down.” Sam told you.

The younger man grumbled something under his breathe and walked out.

“That’s Christian, third cousin.” Sam told you.

“Not a big people person huh?”

Sam chuckled. “He’s ok once you get to know him.”

“Hey Samuel. Oh hi.”

“Gwen, y/n. y/n Gwen. Also cousin.”

“Pleasure.” she nodded.

“Same.”

“Do you need a change of clothes?”

You looked down, Blood and dirt splattered and smeared all over you.. “My duffle is in my truck…” You looked over to Sam with wide eyes.

“Do you really think I’d leave your truck behind?”

You squinted as you stepped outside, the bright sunlight glared in your eyes.

“You ok Champ?” Sam smiled “there's been a lot dropped on you today.”

“Honestly, it’s all still processing.”

“That’s fair.” He tousled his hair. “Can I help?”

“Not sure.”

“What is it?”

“What’s what?” you asked with a furrowed brow.

“The question you’re too scared to ask.” you narrowed your eyes. “Like I said babe, I know you.”

“Well, you already kind of answered it, I guess but it just bothers me you didn't call.”

He sighed as his eyes fell. “I know, I should have. I guess Bobby saying what he said and then seeing you with that guy…” He looked back up at you “I got scared.”

You head tilted “Really?!”

“Yes, I didn't want to reach out only to be shot down”

“Samuel William, when have i ever shot you down?”

“Fair.” He rubbed at the nape of his neck. “but I didn’t want to hear it, if you were over me.”

You chuckled walking towards the porch stairs. “Honestly, I don’t think I could ever get over you Sam.”

“I think you could if you tried.” you heard his voice from behind you, while you were bent over in the backseat of your truck.

You grabbed your duffle and stood back up, facing him. “Now, why would i do that?”

“Why wouldn't you?”

“Sam, what are you not telling me?”

“Nothing.” You peered at him. “y/n I swear.”

“Sam, I know there’s.”

He pulled you into his embrace cutting off your words. his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck as he inhaled your scent. “God, I missed you.”

The silence  rang in your ears as you lay on your stomach, pretending to be asleep. The weight of the night pressed heavily upon your chest, every creak and whisper of the room conspiring to keep you awake.

His presence lingered in the air, a palpable energy that set your nerves on edge. You could almost hear his breath, soft and deliberate, as though he were trying to coax you into revealing your wakefulness.

Minutes felt like hours as you lay there, battling the urge to confront him. Finally, the weight of his gaze became too much to bear. You rolled over, finding him sitting in the armchair positioned in the corner. “Are you just gonna sit there staring all night?”

He chuckled. “There’s only one bed sweetheart; what do you expect me to do?”

"Could always find another room," you quipped, rolling your back to him and sticking your ass out on purpose. "No one's making you stay here.”

“Is that really what you want?”  he challenged, as you heard his footsteps getting closer. Your breath hitched as the bed dipped below his weight. “Sam…” His fingertips skimmed up your thigh, as he leaned into your ear “Tell me to go if that’s what you want.” his hot breath tickling your ear.  “Right after you tell me why you're wearing these.” He whispered as he played with the hem of your tight biker shorts.

“They are comfortable.”

“Are you sure that’s it?” his hand cupped your curves “It’s not because you know how good your ass looks in them?”

Your heart quickened as he trailed kisses down your neck. “Sam.” You whimpered as your core thrummed with desire.

“Do you want me to stop?” his fingers gripped your hip. “No,” you managed to get out as he grinded his length against your backside. “I didn’t think so.”  His grip tightened, rolling you on to your back, his hungry lips captured yours as he climbed on top of you. Fire coursed through your veins as he ground his hard shaft against your clothed center, muffling your moans with his lips as he continued the motion.

His hand slid up your shirt, “No bra again?” He murmured as his hand cupped your breast. You inhaled sharply as his hand started to knead firmly at the soft tissue. Your fingers twisted in his hair, pulling his lips back to yours. His fingertips glided down your stomach, your walls clenched as they found your clit. You moaned into his mouth as he started tracing circles over your shorts.

He leaned back on his knees, his gaze filled with hunger and desire. Feeling his hands grip the waistband of your shorts, you lifted your hips, and Sam slowly slid them down your legs. His lips were back on yours as his weight fell on you, taking your breath away. He trailed kisses down your neck while pulling your t-shirt up to your collar bone. Chest exposed, he dipped his head and drew another moan from you by flicking at your nipple and then taking it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened peak. His fingers found your clit and then dipped between your folds. A growl escaped his chest when he felt how wet you were

You moaned his name as he slid a finger into your entrance. His tongue danced over your abs as he made his way down. He inhaled your sweet scent, You moaned praises of his name as his tongue started lapping at your clit. He slid another finger inside you without stopping his tongue.

He flashed you a mischievous grin as your walls clenched around his fingers and went back to work.

Your hands gripped at his hair as his fingers pumped faster. The tension got tighter as he began to pump harder. “Sam, don’t stop.” you moaned almost to your peak

“You gonna come for me baby.” the pain mixing with pleasure as his finger slammed into you.

“Yes.” You cried out as your release crashed over you, the vibration from his groan intensifying your orgasm as it coursed through you.

He looked back up at you, his fingers still harshly penetrating as he helped you ride your high out.

Once your walls stopped pulsating, he leaned back on his knees, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off. Looming over you again, his tip teased your entrance

“Tell me you want me.” He demanded in a whisper

“I want you Sam.”

“Good girl.”

You moaned as he dipped inside of you, stretching you slowly “Fuck baby.” He groaned “So tight.”

He drew his hips back, then buried himself back inside. Electricity coursed through you as he started pounding into you.

The sensations were overwhelming, feeling his engorged cock sliding in and out, hitting your spot like no one else could, his lips on yours, the intoxicating smell of his skin, his outlined back muscles beneath your fingertips.

Your nails dug into his skin as the tension started building again. He stopped when your walls started throbbing. He pulled out as a light chuckle left his lips. “Not yet princess.”

With one quick motion and a small yelp your face was in the pillow. He slid his hand under your hips and lifted you up on all fours, growls rumbling in his chest as he palmed your ass. “It looks even better without the shorts.” Stinging pleasure followed as he slapped it.

He lined up his tip again, and pushed back in, your moans echoed through the room as he thrusted.

His long fingers wrapped your throat as he quickened the pace. You walls clenched again, making him groan.

“You wanna come?” He grunted, his thrusts getting harder.

“Yes.” You whined.

“I think you could do a little better than that.”

“Sam please.”

Another groan replied to your words as he wrapped his free hand below your hips, rubbing your clit with his fingertips. The tension started again.

He growled and thrusted harder. Your walls clenched tighter as the tension reached its peak. “Let me feel it.” He demanded, biting at your neck.

You cried out his name as the bliss washed over you again,

“Fuck” He moaned as your walls convulsed around him, making his hot seed coat them. Heavy pants filled the air as he slowed his pace, riding your highs together.

He pulled your back to his chest as he slid out of you, wrapping his arms around you he planted a kiss on your cheek.

“Well, that was different.” you commented laying your head on his chest.

“Good, different?” He asked, running his fingers through your hair.

“Absolutely.”

You blinked awake, stretching your arm you found an empty bed.

The door swung open, and Sam walked through coffee in hand. “Rise and shine.” he said handing you a cup of coffee.

“Oh my god is this?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, Dean coffee.” He said with a mocking tone.

You inhaled the a rich, warm inviting aroma. “Oh, I missed Winchester coffee.”

”Really Winchester coffee now?”

You sipped “mmmm.”

“I think you missed the coffee more than me.” He teased, sitting in the armchair in the corner.

“Does that really surprise you?” you played along

“Not at all.”

You got up to get dressed, his lips twisted into a smirk as his eyes scanned your exposed skin. “Can I help you?”

”Nope, just thinking about throwing you down on that bed and having my way with you.. again.” He winked.

“Have a question.” you said pulling the shirt over your head.

“Of course you do.”

“How did you know where i was last night?”

He sighed. “I really didn’t know you were there until I saw your truck. We had been tracking that group of vamps for weeks.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “While we're on the subject, don't you think it was kinda stupid going into a camp nest by yourself.”

“One, I wasn’t by myself when I went in.” The images of the fellow hunter flashed through your mind.

Sam grabbed your hand and pulled down into his lap. “Two?” he asked once you head was readying on his shoulder.

“There weren't that many when we followed him.”

“So, who was he?”

“A friend of my mom’s.”

“I’m sorry, babe.”

“Thanks. I only knew him a couple days.” you swallowed hard. “He told me stories about her though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, apparently this one time she took 3 werewolves down… by herself.”

He chuckled lightly. “That doesn’t surprise me.”

“I miss her.”

“I know.” he kissed the side of your head. “You need to go see Bobby.”

“I do?”

“He thinks you hate him.”

“Why would he think that?”

“Well he said you told him you would be back before your drive off, and he never even got a call.”

“Are you really going to lecturing me about calling people?!”

He rolled his eyes. “Are you ever gonna let that go?”

“Eventually.”

“Bobby!” you shouted as you walked through the door.

“y/n?” You heard his groggy voice answer from the library.

“Hey old man.” You teased as he wrapped his arms around you

“Balls.” He said as Sam walked in the door behind you. “What’s wrong?”

“Something has to be wrong for me to come see you?” You asked.

“No, but if he's with you something's wrong.” Bobby walked over to Sam.

“Actually he saved my life, if you can believe that.”

Sam scoffed a laugh “Wow!”

“You two wanna tell me what the hell happened?” Bobby snapped

“I tracked down some of Mom’s friends.” you explained. “I found Dave.”

“As In Dave Fleming?”

“Yes. We went out for a beer started reminiscing about mom.” You took a breath. “When we noticed a suspicious guy sitting at the bar. Turns out he was a vamp, who had a whole lot of friends.”

Bobby got into the fridge. Pulling three beers out, he handed one to you and one to Sam. Then cracked his open.

You sighed and took a drink “Dave didn’t make it.”

“Damn.”

“It’s my fault. I should of left him alone.” You whispered.

“Damnit, y/n what have i told you about that shit.” Bobby sneered. “Hunters know what they are getting into, ain’t nobody's fault”

“If it wasn’t for him.” You nodded to Sam. “I wouldn't of made it either “

“Eh, I had help,” he told Bobby.

“You're still hunting with the Campbell's?”

“Yes, sir.”

“How's that going?” Bobby asked sitting down at the table.

“Going good” Sam sat across from him.

“So, what's the plan now?” Bobby asked taking a drink.

Sam looked over to you. “We haven't really talked about it, Bobby.” He told him.

“Ya could always get out, settle down.”

Sam let out a belly laugh.

You looked at him with furrowed brows.

“Yeah, like you're gonna get out.” He said still laughing

“Idk, Dean seems happy.” You blurted out.

His eyebrows raised. “You’ve talked to Dean?”

“Yes..”

“When?”

You sighed. “About a week ago. He called to check in.”

“Huh, well good thing you have Dean to check up on you.” Sam rebuked.

“Yea the whole 12 months you were gone.” You used air quotes on the word gone.

Sam’s jaw clenched as eye peered at you.

“Bobby, does Dean check in with you?” His eyes lingered on you while he asked Bobby.

Bobby cleared his throat as Sam's eyes moved to him. “ Sometimes, but not often.”

“Hmm.” Sam’s head tilted bringing his gaze back to you with pursed lips.

You rolled your eyes at him and pushed off the counter. Your eyes scanned the library once you made it to the doorway, finding empty whiskey bottles scattered everywhere, open lore books covered the surface of the desk, and the mini trash can next to it over flowing.

“Hey Bobby.” You looked back at him. “ Is your maid on vacation?”

“Oh hush mouth,” he grinned at you.

“Ya know, you didn't have to do all this.” Bobby told you gesturing to the now clean house. “But thank you.”

“It's nothing.” You said scrubbing the last dirty pan. “ I'm sorry.”

Bobby furrowed his brows at you.

“I should have at least called.”

Bobby held up his hand. “You’re not the one that should be apologizing. I should of told you Sam was out, but he was so dead set that you were over him and.” Bobby started when he noticed you head tilt. “What?”

“Nothin.”

“Uh, did you forget who you are talking? That face wasn't nothing.”

“Later.” You said barely audible.

Realization washed over Bobby's face as Sam's footsteps changed on the aluminum floor.

“So, Samuel just called.”

You turned around and leaned in the sink.

“Oh yeah?”

“There’s a case.. if you're interested.” he told you with challenge in his eyes.

“Interesting.”

Bobby’s eyes darted between you and Sam. Then he rolled them with a sigh. “Oh hell. Go. You both know you want to.”

A corner of Sam's mouth rose to a half smile.

Bobby stood in front of you as you stood by the driver’s door of your truck. Kicking at the rocks in the drive way.

“I'll be back Bob.”

He narrowed his eyes at the name, making you laugh.

“He's different. Ya know?”

“Well sweetheart he was possessed by the devil, and spent a day in hell. In a cage with him.”

“Yeah…”

“I'm sure he's just working stuff out.”

You sighed. “Fucking Winchesters.”

Bobby chuckled. “Fucking Winchesters.”

You made it half way back to the abandoned house that the Campbell's claimed, before Sam broke the silence.

“You should of told me you and Dean talk regularly.”

“I wouldn't call it regularly.”

“He shouldn't have to worry about you.”

“He doesn't. He knows I'm a big girl that can take care of myself. Just likes to check in every now and again.”

Sam stayed quiet as he looked out the door window.

“Why are you so jealous?”

He scoffed. “I'm not.”

“You sure are acting like it.”

“Trust me sweetheart, I’m not jealous.”

“Hmm. K.” You pressed your lips together, not able to hide that his words stung a little bit.

He grabbed your hand and laced his fingers through yours. “Baby, I didn't mean it like that.” He raised your hand bringing your knuckles to his lips. “I just don't want him to get roped back into all this shit.”

“I get it, Sam.”

The Campbell's were loading their cars when you pulled in front of the house.

Sam rolled his window down as Samuel walked up. “We got ‘em, but we have to go now. Are you guys ready?” .

“Let me grab my stuff outta my car.”

Samuel nodded and went back to helping load.

Walking back over Sam gestured, asking if you wanted him drive. You shrugged. Driving didn't really bother you, you were used to it.

He opened the driver's door. “Scooch, you've been driving a while.”

You pulled the arm rest up and did as you were told. “So, what's the plan?”

“Didn’t say.”

You looked at him with wide eyes.

“Don't worry Samuel will have one.”

A pit formed in your stomach as Sam pulled up behind the Campbell's van.

“An old abandoned factory... imagine that.” You teased giving Sam a smile.

He gave you one back. “We should feel right at home.”

You hop out of the truck and follow Sam to the huddle.

Samuel gives the plan as you approach. “Alright, From my guess there is three maybe four. Sam, you and I will enter from the East. Mark, you and y/n will enter west. Now there is no South entrance. So Christian, Gwen you take the north.”

“Here.” Christian handed out syringes full of a white substance. Creases formed in your eyebrows are you took it. “It’s Djinn Poison Antidote.”

Your eyebrows shot up as a smile formed on your lips. “ Djinn Poison Antidote?”

“Yeah,” Christian replied.

“How in the world did you guys get Djinn Poison Antidote?”

“I made it.” Samuel chimed in.

Sam glanced at you with a pleading look. You sighed, but kept your mouth shut.

“Alright, let’s do this.”

“I don’t know,” you started to say to say, hanging back a beat.

“Babe. They are some of the best I’ve ever seen. If I didn’t trust Mark you wouldn’t be going with him.”

“We ain’t got all night.” Christian sneered.

Sam gave your forehead a quick peck and then followed Samuel.

You gestured for Mark to lead as you walked to your ordered entrance.

You eyes scanned as they adjusted to the dark room, and you reached for your flashlight, but Mark stopped your hand with a head shake.

You followed Mark down the hallway, making your foot steps extra light. The hallway led to a big open space, with conveyor belts and machinery sitting around. You looked across the warehouse finding Sam and Samuel searching.

Sam gave you a smile when his eyes met yours. His smile turns to panic as he looked over your shoulder. “Baby!!”

You spin around to see a human shaped figure behind you. You strike with your knife but the figure is faster. Twisting your wrist until you unvoluntary dropped the knife. His other hand grabs you by the throat.

You breathes become shallow as he starts squeezing harder, feeling the fingertips digging into your skin.

You desperately clawed at the hand crushes your windpipe, your feet now kicking in the air.

Your vision went blurry, your lungs screaming for air, the roaring in your ears getting louder.

Your ass suddenly hit the floor, the hand no longer around your neck, oxygen rushing back into your lungs so fast it a it sent a burning sensation through your entire chest.

“Babe? Babe?” Sam as you gasped for air, unable to form words just yet.

His hand cupped your cheeks as he lifted your hand,

“You ok?”

“Yea,” you managed through pants. “I’m good.”

“Deep breathes, darlin’” Samuel told you kneeling beside Sam.

You followed his orders and got your breathing under control. “What the.” you took another deep breath. “Fuck was that?”

“It looks human.” you heard Mark say.

You coughed and took another breath. “Definitely was not human.”

Samuel hopped up and walked over to the corpse, pushing up it’s sleeve he revealed the markings. “It’s a fucking Djinn.”

“You sure you're ok?” Sam asked starting the engine of your truck.

“Yes. My throat hurts, but I am ok.”

He popped the arm rest up and leaned over to your, wrapping his arm around your waist he pulled you over to him. Your eyes closed as you rested your on his shoulder. His arm tightened around you.

You blinked awake, the evening sun shining a bright glow through the windshield of your truck.

“Almost there, baby.” Your head jolted up as you heard a familiar voice.

You pushed off of him as hard as you could slamming your back into the passenger door. “Lucifer…”You breathed.

“Hey there hot stuff.”

“What do you want?” you asked as your heart started to race.

“Aww you know what I want?” You blinked as Nick’s body turned to Sam “I want him.”

“No.” You pulled a blade out of your glove box, biting back tears. “You can’t have him.”

“Well. He’s already said yes once.” He waggled his eyes brows.

You gripped your knife. “I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch.”

Sam.

“Almost there baby.” He said as he noticed her waking. He gave her a smile when she looked up at him.

The truck swerved as she flung herself to the other side of the car. “Lucifer…” She whispered.

“What the fuck?” Sam shrieked.

“What do you want?” She asked as her breath quickened,

“y/n what the hell are you talking about?”

“No.” She grabbed for the glove box, pulling a blade out once she got it opened.

“Whoa. Whoa.” Sam pulled off the road.

“You can’t have him.” tears stinging in her eyes, as she gripped the knife tighter.

“Hey, what is going on?”

“I’ll kill you, you son of bitch.”

Sam grabbed the door handle and jumped out of her truck as she lunged with the knife.

“What the hell is going on?” Samuel rushed to him.

“I. I don’t know. She feel asleep and now she’s talking about you can’t have him,” Sam stammered. “Then she pulled a knife on me.”

“Where’s the antidote?”

Reader.

“Get out of him now!” you shouted as you made your way of out the truck.

He slammed his hands on either side of your head against the truck window.

“No way baby. He’s mine now.” Your throat throbbed, getting squeezed for the second time today. “But you know, you are pretty damn hot. We could share him.”

You whimpered as he started rubbing at your core through your jeans. “Oh I can hear him in here. He likes it. I think he wants me to keep going. Do you want me to keep going princess?”

He pressed his body up against you as his lips collided with yours, Hot tears streamed down your face as he shoved his tongue inside your mouth. “Oh come on baby. You know you want me. Sammy is just screaming for me to keep going.”

His grip on your neck got tighter as your head fogged.

You blinked awake finding Sam in the same chair as before.

“Are you?” You sat up.

“No babe, I’m not Lucifer. It’s me. Watch.” Sam picks up a book, “Remember the story Cas told us, about Lucifer?” Holy Bible is written on the front with a big cross under it.

“Yes.”

He rubbed his hands over the book and then held the cover to his bare chest. “No burns.”

“What happened?”

“Apparently, we are dealing with a whole new level of Djinn. They look like normal people and can spread their poison by touch.”

“Ok, so they show you what you fear most…”

“Yep.”

You grabbed your phone off the night stand as it started to buzz. You sighed and hit the green button.

“Dean?”

“y/n where are you?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Probably nothing, never mind.”

You looked up as the door opened, Sam walked through.

“Dean, just tell me what’s wrong.”

“I had a few beers with a buddy tonight, went to get in my truck, heard a scream. I went and checked it out.”

��And?”

“It’s so weird. There was blood, and claw marks, but there’s no missing person’s. no police reports.” He scoffed a chuckle. “Am I just being crazy?”

“Dean I’ll be there as soon as I can ok?”

“Wait, Why?”

“Like you said it’s probably nothing, but I’ll come up and check it out ok?”

“Ok, see ya soon.”

You hung up and looked at Sam. “We gotta go.”

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[its-an-obsession]

Taken

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Summary: After hanging out at the bar for a bit, you and the boys decide to head back to the motel. While Dean is in the restroom, you and Sam walk to the Impala parked outside. Of course, neither one of you would've suspected to get taken.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Set during episode 15 of season one (The Benders)

Warnings:

Language

Mention of blood, injuries, etc...

Sam Winchester x-reader

"I'm gonna head to the bathroom. Why don't you two meet me at the car," Dean said, pointing behind him. I nodded and shut Sam's laptop. Me and Sam headed over to the front of the bar. "All I'm saying is Star Trek is way better than Star Wars," Sam said. Sam stepped aside as he held the door open for me. "I never said one was better than the other. You said that all on your own," I said, patting his shoulder.

Sam scoffed and shook his head. The two of us walked over to the Impala to wait for Dean. It was pitch dark outside now, surprising me since I didn't think we were out for that long. I set my hands into the pockets of my jeans, a gust of wind brushing past me. "I told you to bring a jacket," Sam said. "I didn't think it would be this cold," I replied.

He rolled his eyes and grabbed the keys from his pocket. The Impala was parked on the side next to this rickety van. It had these weird wooden panels on the side, extending to the back. Sam stopped walking when he heard a sound from ahead of us. "What?" I said. He reached over and grabbed my hand, bringing me to his side.

I noticed him look to the right and then left. "Sam," I said, clearing my throat. He let go of my hand to look underneath the car. He sighed in relief when it was just a cat making the sound. "Seriously? First clowns, and now cats?" I said, my hands on my hips. Sam shot me a look before walking to the other side of the car.

My chuckle at his expression stopped when I heard the sound again. This time it seemed closer. "Okay, you don't have to make fun of me that much," Sam said, setting his notebook on the back of the car to fix his jacket. I held up my hand when the sound repeated.

"Y/N/N, what?" Sam said, taking notice of my expression. A cold hand grabbed my ankle, dragging me down to the damp concrete. All I heard was Sam's screams before everything went black.

(Third Person View)

Dean walked out of the bar to meet Y/N and Sam. He sighed, shivering when he, too, realized how cold it was. Dean's brows furrowed when he saw the leather notebook on the back of his car along with Y/N's purse. "What the..." he muttered. Dean opened the passenger seat, thinking that maybe they were just playing some cruel prank on him.

He slammed the door shut and turned around. "Sam! Y/N!" he shouted but didn't get a reply. Dean sighed heavily and walked around the parking lot. "Have you seen anyone else in the last five minutes?" he asked someone. The woman shook his head and went back to speaking with his biker friends.

"Y/N/N! Sammy!" Dean yelled again, now standing in the middle of the street. Dean threw his arms up in the air. His eyes caught sight of a camera directed at the road. He ran back to the car.

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(Later - Y/N's Point of View)

My eyes slowly adjusted to the dull light wherever the hell I was. I went to sit up, but my head hit something. It was then I noticed I was in some sort of cage. My hands and knees had been scratched, as well as my elbows.

There was a slight mildewy smell in the air around me. My face scrunched up from the terrible scents. I gathered some strength to try and reach my hand through the bars, hoping that I could get a good grasp at whatever was keeping me in here. "That's not gonna work," a man said from the cage beside mine.

I looked over at the source of the sound and recognized who it was. Mr. Jenkins, the man me and the boys had been searching for. "Mr. Jenkins?" I said.

"Yeah?" the man responded. I sighed and leaned back against the panel behind me. "Where are we?" I asked. The man shrugged his shoulders with his hands holding onto the bars tightly. "No fuckin' clue," he said, "They come in and out, feeding us whatever." My brows furrowed at the last part of his sentence.

"Us?" I asked.

Mr. Jenskins nodded and sniffled. He crossed his arms, leaning his shoulder against the metal. "Yeah, kid over there. Sleeping. They threw him in here shortly after you," Mr. Jenkins answered, "Wouldn't stop yelling for some girl named Y/N." I looked at Mr. Jenkins. It was hard to see his face, but I could make out a bunch of bruises and cuts.

He slowly pointed a finger at the cage across from me. I found a familiar-looking head of hair leaning against the wall. "Sam?" I said, "Sam!" My friend slowly sat up from where he laid, slowly adjusting like I did. His eyes met mine.

"You okay?" he asked. I shrugged my shoulders, not really knowing how to respond. Sam nodded and looked at the door on the other side of the room. "So, is this our normal...." I trailed. Sam shook his head. "No. They're just people. Just crazy, stupid people," he answered.

"Somehow, that doesn't make me feel better," I sighed heavily. I heard Sam chuckle with his head leaning against the wall. I reached my arm between the bars, leaning forward as best as I could. Sam looked up, finally being able to lace his fingers with mine. He squeezed my hand reassuringly.

He ran a thumb along the side of my hand. "You think Dean is looking for us?" I asked. "Of course he is. He's probably already losing it," Sam replied, earning a laugh from me. Our hands separated when the door opened up on the side. Two tall men walked in, carrying platters of food.

The steel trap door lifted from my side of the cage. A metal plate slid in filled with disgusting-looking food. Mr. Jenkins dove for his food. I knew I was hungry, but whatever was on that plate seemed like something I probably shouldn't eat. I pushed the plate aside, not wanting to look at it for another second.

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I hugged my legs with my head resting on my knee. The longer I was in here, the more desperate and frightened I became. It also didn't help that Mr. Jenkins escaped just a few hours ago. All Sam and I had heard was a loud scream and then a gunshot. But, thankfully, we had made progress on our own escape.

Sam discovered that there was some sort of button that controlled how the cages opened. There was an electrical box on the side, but you needed a key to unlock everything. While we were alone, I pulled down a bar from above and hid it in the corner of the cage with some straw.

And the more I sat here, the more I noticed how much my body ached. The cuts on my hands, knees, and elbows hadn't even been touched up. It stung every time I tried to sit up. And every time I winced, Sam looked my way with a concerned look on his face. "I'm fine," I'd tell him.

Although knowing him, that response wasn't really convincing. Neither one of us knew how long we'd been here. I'd guess a few hours or so. But from the little sunlight we had, it might've been a day, honestly.

"Okay, I'm thinking of a number between one and six," Sam spoke.

I yawned, sighing. "Um, three?" my voice was hushed. "Close enough. It was four," Sam said. It fell quiet again, but that silence was interrupted when the men from earlier came in with a woman dragging behind them.

They opened the cage beside mine, throwing her in. Sam and I watched as they left without saying a word to us. We exchanged a look.

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"Y/N?" Sam said. I opened my eyes to see him speaking with the woman who was thrown into the cage beside me. She softly smiled, waving to me. "This is Kathleen. She and Dean were looking for us," Sam said. I looked at her with a smile, realizing that if she was here, then that meant that Dean was here.

As on cue, the door opened up, but neither one of us were able to figure out who it was until they walked further into the room. "Dean?" Sam said. "Boy, am I glad to see you two," Dean said, chuckling. He walked over to Sam, checking if he was alright before turning to me.

I nodded, letting him know I was alright, which wasn't the entire truth. "How did you get out of the handcuffs?" Kathleen asked. "I know a thing or two," Dean winked. He looked around the room to see if there was anything that could help get us out.

"There's a control panel over there," I pointed. Dean nodded and stepped to the area where I directed him to. He opened the cover, but his shoulders dropped when he realized that a key was needed. "It's some automatic control," Sam said. "Who are they?" Dean asked.

"They're just people," I answered. Dean nodded and closed the control panel. He sighed with his hands on his hips. "What do they want?" Dean asked. "We're not sure. They let Jenkins go, but that didn't end well," I answered.

He looked behind him at the door. Dean said he didn't see anything outside other than a couple cars. After discovering the panel needed a key, Dean told us he'd be right back with the key if he could find it, but it was Dean he'd find a way either way. And now there was just more waiting.

A couple minutes passed, and Dean hadn't come back. I grabbed the bar I pulled off to see if that would help. I stood up from the ground and lifted the bar, trying to pry off whatever I could. "Y/N/N, what're you doing?" Sam asked. "No idea," I gritted my teeth as I held the bar.

My hands began to hurt at my tight grip. I tossed it to the side when the cuts on my palms stung. "You alright, Y/N?" Kathleen asked. "Yeah, there's just some cuts on my hands," I answered, waving my hand like that would stop the sensation. Sam looked at me. I softly smiled to keep his worries from getting the best of him.

The door opened with a creaking sound. We looked in that direction in hopes that it was Dean coming back with the key. Turns out, it was the man from earlier. He walked over to the side, and the door to Sam's cage opened.

"What're you doing?" Sam asked.

I saw the man grab Sam's arm, roughly bringing him up from the ground. "Sam!" I shouted. I pushed the bar through the openings. Sam barely grabbed it before it was too late. Sam hit the man in the back, causing him to stumble forward. Sam was able to take the man's gun to hit him on the back of his head.

Sam breathed heavily as one of our capturers laid unconscious on the ground. He threw the gun and walked over to the panel. Sam helped me out, not hesitating to wrap his arms around me. "I'm okay, I'm okay," I repeated. I felt him squeeze me for a second before letting go.

Kathleen and I set the man into one of the cages, locking him in there. "Now what?" I asked, sighing. "This way," Kathleen said and led us into another room. Before leaving, I grabbed the gun from earlier.

The officer who helped Dean went the opposite way, stating that she needed to take care of something. The large barn door opened at the end of the room. Sam grabbed my hand, bringing me to the ground beside him. The two of us hid behind a tall bail of hay.

"Lee, where are you?" an older man called, but there was no response. He told the other person who came with him to get the lights. "Shit," Sam muttered. All of the lights in the barn quickly flashed.

We fought our way out of the barn. Sam's hand stayed intertwined with mine as we met Kathleen. "You two go ahead. I'll take care of him," she said, gesturing to the father, who was on the ground. Sam and I nodded, making our way into the house. Dean stood in the living room and jumped when the two of us entered.

"Where's the girl?" I asked. "In the closet," Dean answered, sighing. We didn't ask questions and stepped outside to meet Kathleen. "State police and FBI are gonna be here in about an hour. And, they're gonna want to talk to you," she sighed, "So, I suggest the three of you leave before they get here."

The three of us nodded in response. "Don't mean to press my luck, but mind giving us a ride?" Dean asked, his hands in the pockets of his jacket. "Start walking. Duck if you see a squad car," Kathleen said before turning around to walk away.

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(Later - At The Motel)

"Quit moving," I repeated, "I can't help you if you keep moving." Sam purposefully moved his head just to anger me. Dean lightly chuckled from the opposite bed. I hit Sam's leg, causing him to hit me back. I finished helping him with the cut on his face. "How's your hand?" Sam asked, gesturing to the cut on my palm.

I looked down at my hand that I wrapped just a few minutes ago. "It's okay," I answered, "Nothing I can't handle." Sam softly smiled (GIF Above) and looked up at me. Dean watched the two of us from the other side. He let out a sigh and stood up from the bed. "Okay, well, while the two of you stare into each other's eyes. I'm going to see what the motel has to offer in the finest of vending machines," he said.

He grabbed his wallet and left the room. He closed the door behind him. I chuckled to myself and cleaned up the first aid kit. "You sure you're okay?" Sam asked. "I'm sure," I replied and kissed him on the cheek. I got up from the bed to throw away some wrapping from the bandages.

"You know, that food probably wasn't actual food," Sam mentioned. I shivered at the thought, looking over my shoulder at him. He laughed when he took notice of my disgusted expression. "Wow, way to ruin the moment," I said. He let out a small laugh again and leaned back on the bed.

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Biker Chick - Dean Winchester P1

Title: Biker Chick - Dean Winchester Part 1

Words: 3,035

Relations: Dean Winchester X Reader

TW: Strong language, sexual hinting, violence.

Third-person POV:

There she is again, like a shadow figure. Appearing when Dean least expects it but it's something he welcomes. Over the last few years, they would coincidentally be in the same places, in the hunter bar, on the same case and if Dean was really lucky, they were in close enough proximity to each other that it wouldn't be weird for him to talk to her.

When Dean first began noticing her, he was suspicious. After a few too many times seeing her, he finally stormed over to her. He assessed her, half-sizing her up. Like usual she was dressed in baggy clothing. He wasn't sure of her size as she always had on baggy combat pants, comfortable and stylish. Her tops were usually thin but oversized jumpers or jackets hid her figure. She noticed him early on. Her tongue pressed to her cheek looking annoyed as she turned her whole body to face him. He hesitated in front of her. Losing his nerve her eyes glared at him. She scoffed slightly, looking him up and down before giving him a bitch face.

"Can I help you with something or are you just going to stand there gawking at me?" She asked forcefully. Her eyebrows raised slightly as she almost grimaced at the sight of him. Dean had never had a reaction like this from a woman. He was used to women falling for him instantly, swooning if his eyes met there's and yet she stood there glaring at him as he was mesmerised.

"I keep seeing you," He started, the nerve to continue leaving him as she chuckled dryly, a lack of humour on her features.

"Lucky for you, unlucky for me," She explained before walking away. To say he was hooked was an understatement.

There was a while before he saw her again, slowly building up a rapport with her. Smiling when he would see her. She would start with scowls and eye rolls but now he's met with suspicious glances, it was surely an improvement in his eyes. He quickly established she was a hunter. The first time he saw her in hunter bar he was too excited to think. He walked straight up to her, somehow expecting her to smile at his presence. That is not how it played out. She didn't even look at him as he approached, she simply punched him in the dick as he got close. He grunted, stumbling back a few feet, holding himself as the air escaped his lungs. Sam had laughed hysterically, bending over, he laughed so hard. He stopped laughing when she glared at him.

"Keep laughing and you're next," She stated simply. He was quick to close his mouth. Dean stumbled back to his feet, attempting to gather the strength to talk to her once again but she slammed her empty glass on the bar top and walked out. Dean followed her out, only now learning she rides a motorbike. Her loose and baggy clothes still hung on her and made him wonder more about her.

Dean should have been scared of her, his instincts should have kicked in at some point and told him to steer clear of her but he was drawn to her. He wasn't sure why. He had seen prettier women, he had no idea what her body was like and she clearly hated him and yet he always stayed hopeful he would see her. Hopeful that one of these times she would see him and greet him, smile at him. He knew it was stupid to hope such obscene things but when she began infecting his dreams he couldn't resist the desires to be around her even if he never got the chance to live out his dreams of touching, kissing, fucking or even seeing her naked. He craved her like he'd never craved anything before.

Dean headed back to the Impala, bag of food in hand as it was his turn to make the trip out of the bunker for food. Dean soon getting lost in his own mind, driving on autopilot as he wondered about the woman who was a complete mystery to him. He often wondered if she was a siren, he thought for the longest time she was an angel but Cas was sure it wasn't her. He'd never seen her but he knew. So the only next logical thing was that she was a siren, a temptress to Dean. It didn't add up as he figured she would have done something to him by now but alas he didn't even know her name.

Dean slammed on the brakes as the car in front of him, halted to a harsh stop. Dean's heart races, his hand instinctively catching the food as it slid forward in the seat, threatening to fall and spill all over the car. Dean was filled with anger, annoyance and most of all confusion as he watched the driver from the car in front of him get out. Looking at Dean in a fury. Dean grabbed his gun, tucking it into the waistband of his pants as he climbed out of the car.

"Are you fucking blind?!" The man shouted angrily as he approached Dean. Dean was confused, quickly wondering what could have happened to make the guy so angry, he wondered if his attention was so much on the mysterious woman that he actually did something wrong. "You fucking idiot, you're going to stand there gawking at me. Are you fucking stupid?" The guy shouted. Dean was stunned slightly. He knew rage and he was seeing it on this man's face. He was about to argue back when a familiar rev caught his attention. A motorbike rider sped past them, Dean's eyes following the rider as he was slightly convinced it was her. Then again, he thought anyone on a bike was her, call it wishful thinking. Dean was brought back to reality when the angry driver shoved Dean, pushing his shoulders roughly to get his attention. "You're not even fucking listening to me!" The guy shouted but Dean sighed. His annoyance grew and his patience ran thin.

"Look, man. You need to calm down. No one got hurt, let's just drive away," Dean tried to de-escalate things but the guy scoffed.

"Drive away?! You nearly crashed into me," He shouted.

"Hey!" A voice shouted, catching their attention. Dean looked to see his mystery woman approaching the man. She still had her helmet on but was taking her gloves off. Dean quickly assessed her outfit. Leather jacket, white top showing above the jacket and black combat pants and boots. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" She asked, venom on her tongue as she asked him the rhetorical question.

"Oh, your girlfriend here to fight your battles," The guy scoffed but she placed an unloved hand on her hip. Dean watched intently, his eyebrows raised in surprise as he figured the baggy clothing made her look a little bigger but her hand bunched the fabric further than he expected.

"Get in your car and drive away or so help me I will break your nose and you'll have to cry to your mommy to come save you from the side of the road." She instructed, she seemed angry but held it to her chest. She has anger issues that fill her with rage some demons even fear and yet stupid humans think they can tame her.

"Okay, sweetheart," The guy scoffed, rolling his eyes and paying her no mind. She smirked beneath her helmet. Strutting over to him and headbutting him with a force that seemed to echo through the open air. Dean gasped, the noise curdling his stomach, he's not squeamish but it was enough to put him off food for a little while.

"No one calls me sweetheart," She boomed before raising her boot and harshly stomping it down on his kneecap. Dean covered his mouth, wincing as the sound was sure to haunt his nightmares. The man's screams and the cracking of bones sent a chill down Dean's spine but she breathed heavily, anger still plaguing her as the man cried on the floor at her feet. "And no one speaks to Dean like that," She shouted down at him as he tried to cower away from her. Dean was shocked, not only did she somehow know his name but she also defended him. Something completely shocking to him as she had only ever said two sentences to him and within those two sentences, she showed no interest in him. He watched her slightly amazed, slightly guarded. He watched as she strutted away, going behind the Impala.

"Wait," He called after her, following her as she climbed back on her bike which she had parked behind him. She kicked the stand up, holding the bike up with her legs as she put her gloves back on. He couldn't see her through the helmet but he figured she wasn't looking at him but she was. He smiled goofily. She let her lips curl at the sides as she knew he couldn't see her. "I have food in the car, it's safe to say I have been put off eating it but do you want it as a thank you?" He asked, a part of him finding any excuse to talk to her.

"I'll follow you," She stated. He was shocked, blinking repeatedly as he expected some backhand remark and for her to leave again.

"Really?" He asked, she chuckled. Something he knew would chase away the sounds from the man that would haunt his nightmares.

"Yeah, I'm hungry," She studied him beneath the mask. She was trying this thing that was new to her. It was called opening up to people. She was always independent and trusted no one but found it to be lonely at times. She would go out, looking for some company that didn't repulse her and after a little too long she realised that Dean was the least stomach-churning option. Although she treated him like she would anyone else, she had a soft spot for him. She had learned his name was Dean when he was in the hunter bar. She had guessed it was his name considering the fake badges she had seen him use many times but it was confirmed in the bar when Ellen had greeted him and his brother Sam.

"Okay, follow me," He instructed but winced realising that she had already said she would. He stammered to cover up his awkwardness but she chuckled before her engine roared to a start. Dean gulped, something about the bike roaring between her legs made him breathless. He had never wanted to be an inanimate object before.

Dean climbed into the Impala, checking his surroundings before swerving around to dodge the injured driver who was still crying on the floor, and his car. Dean's breath quickened as he realised she would be in the bunker with him and Sam and he would have to make conversation. He cleared his throat, trying out a few things he could say but nothing sounded good enough for her ears. He worried instantly if the bunker was clean enough if he was dressed well enough, if his hair looked okay and if he smelled good. Things he normally didn't care about but for her, he worried.

The drive to the bunker wasn't long enough for Dean to build up his confidence. He considered taking a detour to buy himself more time but he knew, even if he had eternity he wouldn't have enough time. He parked up the Impala, growing giddy as he heard her bike coming to a stop. He gathered the bag of food before stepping out of the car. He smiled shyly as he looked to see her kicking down the stand and removing her helmet. He expected her to flick her hair around and to look like she was in slow motion but she simply put the helmet on the handles of the bike and climbed off. He would have been a little disappointed if she didn't already look amazing. She took her gloves off as she approached him, her eyes falling on the doors as he watched her intently.

"So, you finally get me alone and you bring me to a bomb shelter," She chuckled, a slight question in her tone. Dean chuckled, finally peeling his eyes away from her.

"You won't be saying that when you go in," He explained, his voice a little weaker than normal as he feared he was making a fool of himself. Like the bunker would have magically disappeared and become a hole in the ground while he was away just to prove a point and make him look stupid in front of her. She chuckled as she began approaching the doors.

"Whatever you say," She chuckled, her hands coming up to her hair to tie it back out of her face as she descended the stairs. Dean followed, watching closely as he admired her neck from behind, he had never thought a neck could be sexual until hers. She waited at the door, looking at Dean expectantly as her hands were busy pulling the scrunchie over her hair. He didn't hesitate to open the door for her. "Thank you," She sent him a smile as she walked in. He gulped, stunned by her beautiful smile and wondering why she didn't smile more. He also enjoyed the look of her hair tied back, it made her face all the more gorgeous in his eyes.

She walked in, looking over the railing in awe as she admired the large room. "Hey, Dean," Sam called absentmindedly as he hunched over a book at the table.

"Hey, I brought -Uhh," Dean suddenly realised that he still didn't know her name.

"Y/N," She added, following as Dean climbed down the stairs. Sam whipped his head in their direction, his first instinct was fear as he had not had a pleasant encounter with her but with a faint smile, she seemed friendly enough. He eyed her carefully as they approached the table. She chuckled as she slightly relished in the fear in his eyes, something she had grown to like over the decades of being a hunter. She took a seat opposite Sam, figuring he was too worried to have her sit next to him. "I'm not going to hit you in the dick if that's what you're worried about," She chuckled, breaking the tension slightly.

"Sorry, I just thought you didn't like us," Sam explained as Dean began producing the food from the bag. He shared it with Sam and Y/N, the thought of food after the fight he had witnessed only made him queasy.

"I don't like anyone, don't take it personally," She shrugged, opening one of the containers and giving Sam a smile before Dean handed her chopsticks. Sam's eyebrows furrowed slightly but decided not to press on the matter. He too began eating, growing suspicious when Dean took a seat beside him, not indulging in food.

"You're not eating?" Sam questioned but a shiver ran down Dean's spine at the thought.

"Nope." Dean grimaced, Sam's eyebrows knitted together as he observed him.

Dean explained their encounter, the man shouting at him and Y/N turning up to fight his corner. Sam had pushed his food away when Dean described the noises his bones had made when breaking but Y/N laughed. Something the guys were horrified by. "You're so girly," She remarked, happily resuming to eat and not seeing why the boys had stopped. Dean admired Y/N when she finished eating, joining her with laughter as she laughed at a story Sam was telling and he wasn't listening to. Dean was surprised when she took her jacket off, not only because it implied she was staying longer but also because she was wearing a white tank top that hugged her body. Dean's eyebrows raised as he was impressed by the sight.

He had figured she was hiding her body because she was ashamed or embarrassed by it but he couldn't see anything she could possibly be embarrassed by. He gulped, remembering that she could look at him any second and catch him staring as he begged his eyes to look away but struggled. Dean finally joined the conversation when she looked at him expectantly, he seemed to snap out of his trance and for a few hours they all talked as if they were friends. She wasn't very talkative but would prompt them with questions to keep them talking. Dean knew she was cunning as he noticed the leading question she asked Sam. He narrowed his eyes at her, realisation suddenly hitting him that they still didn't know anything about her. She smirked at him, knowing that he had figured it out.

"I'm heading to bed, hopefully, I can sleep away my hunger," Sam joked making her laugh. They said goodnight and Dean was fully aware that for the first time ever he was alone with her. She sighed before she cracked her neck, a yawn escaping her lips before she smiled at him.

"I should get going," She commented, smiling softly as she grabbed her jacket.

"No, you can stay here," Dean shrugged but she chuckled as she rose from her seat. She swirled her jacket around to put it on.

"Thanks for the offer but I'm good," She expressed but Dean stood, his nerve quickly finding him.

"I insist, it's late. You're tired, there's rooms here." Dean began and she seemed to study him. "Come on, it'll be an hour before you get to a motel and by then they might not have rooms, just stay," He tempted, a hopeful smile on his lips. She seemed to ponder it.

"It's not an inconvenience?" She asked, her hands hesitating to do the buttons on her jacket.

"No, there's probably a hundred rooms here," Dean chuckled, she smiled softly as she nodded.

"Just one night," She expressed. Dean grinned knowing he would be around her more. He nodded as she sighed. "Don't make me regret this," She commented as she took her jacket off again.

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Dark Temptation

A/N: Okay you guys can totally think Friday the 13th (2009 verison) for this fic. I know you guys are probable thinking ‘but Maddy what does a horror movie have to do with a smutty Sam fic?’ Nothing other than Jared looked sexy on that motorcycle and I couldn’t get it out of my head.

Summary: A day in the park leads to much more than you would have ever expected

Warnings: really dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Sam being a bit possessive

Word Count: 1834

You stared at your painting and hummed softly. You had come to the park to work on your latest piece. It was a warm day, but not overly so and a slight breeze was blowing. The sun was shining with just a few white fluffy clouds in the sky. It was one of those days that you could easily relax and work in peace. These were the days you loved most. 

You dipped your brush in the green paint and started to add some pine trees to your painting. It was a scenic piece and being in the park helped put you even more in the mood. You happily sung to yourself as you worked. 

But the tranquil moment was shattered moments later as a group of bikers rode by. They had to stop at the nearby red light, giving you a chance to look them over. You eyes landed on one man sitting on a black Harley Davidson. The gas tank had a skull breathing blue flames that wrapped around a rose. As an artist you had to admire it, but as a woman you admired the man sitting astride the bike even  more. 

Your mouth almost started watering as you took in the six foot four hunk with his long dark hair, leather vest over a dark red Henley, and thick thighs clad in leather. His broad shoulders and long arms had you imagining what it would feel like to be held by him, to have him pick you up and pin you to a wall while he fucked you for all you are worth. A small shudder went through you and your panties were ruined with how soaked the image made you.

Hazel eyes landed on you and you blushed, quickly looking away. You couldn’t believe that he had caught you staring at him. A few moments later the rumble of the bikes leaving had you looking up. Mister tall, dark, and handsome is staring right at you and he’s smirking. A smirk that says he knows something. It’s as if he was reading your very thoughts and that unnerved you a little, but you didn’t look away this time. Not until he did. You watched him head down the road and licked your lips.

It was probably for the best that he left. You didn’t think you needed that kind of trouble in your life. And you didn’t doubt for one second that he was trouble.

As you stepped out of the shower later that evening and moved to your bed you couldn’t help fantasizing about the man again. He was handsome in a  dark and somewhat dangerous way, but that made you want him even more. A crazy thought as you didn’t even know his name. For all you knew he could be some serial killer or some sociopath. 

Climbing into bed you tried to shake him from your thoughts. You doubted you would ever see him again. Even if you did you doubted you were his type. He was all biker bad boy and you were a sweet innocent artist. No it was best not to think of him or the pleasure he could make you feel. It wouldn’t get you anywhere.

The only problem was when you returned to the park a few days later to work on another new piece he and his friends drove by once more. Only this time when your eyes locked with his gorgeous hazels he moved his bike off to the side and parked. Your eyes widened as you watched him dismount the bike and start strolling toward you. Licking your lips you let your gaze fall down his body to land on his thick thighs. 

Oh good God! Those thighs were made for riding. Just grab onto his broad shoulders and ride with everything in you while listening to him to praise you and squeeze your hips. Those plump kissable lips pulled back in a wicked smirk as he watches you come undone for him, because of him.

A throat clearing pulled you out of your day dream and you lifted your gaze to look into to those gorgeous hazel eyes up close. He’s got a very knowing grin on his lips as he looks down at you. This time you’re sure that he’s reading your thoughts. 

“Hi, I’m Sam Winchester. I couldn’t help admiring your art and wanted to come get a closer look.” His mouth said one thing, but his eyes said another. He wasn’t looking at the painting, hadn’t even spared it a glance. No, he had a predatory look. One that said he wanted to devour you. 

And curse your horny sex depreived mind...curse you for not taking the time to go on a date in the last three months...but dammit you wanted him to devour you in every way possible. Your earlier thoughts about not wanting his kind of trouble went right out the window.

You smiled as innocently as you possibly could, not wanting to give away how much you wanted him (he knew anyway), and introduced yourself.

What seemed like mere seconds later, but was actually a full thirty minutes  you were back at your house. Only you weren’t alone. Sam had come with you. You set about putting up your incomplete painting, brushes, and paints with his lustful gaze on you the entire time. It sent jolts  down your spine straight to your core.

Turning to him a small squeak left you as you realized he was right in front of you. Tilting your head back you looked up at him. “Sam what are you-” Soft, plump lips pressed against yours in a hard kiss cutting you off. Strong, warm, calloused hands grabbed your waist and picked you up as if you were as light as a feather. He pinned you against the wall his body settling between your thighs.

A small whimper left you and you grabbed his leather jacket. It wasn’t to push him away, as a rational person might do with a person they just met, but it was to pull him closer. When his hands slid down to your thighs to lift you, you didn’t put up a bit of a fight. His jean clad crotch ground against your soaked core and you gasped. He felt bigger than anyone you had ever been with and you weren’t sure how he was going to fit.

A deep chuckle left him. “Don’t worry baby girl it’ll fit and you’re going to love every second of it,” his deep voice caressed your ear, exuding confidence. He nibbled on your earlobe and trailed hot open-mouthed kisses along your neck.

“Oh...oh fuck,” you mewled when he found the sweet spot at the junction of your neck and shoulder. A pleased growl rumbled through his chest and he ground his crotch against you again, eliciting even more sounds of pleasure from you.

He smirked against your skin and started nipping across your collarbone. “There’s a dirty little slut underneath that good girl exterior isn’t there? A dirty girl just wanting to be fucked, to have her pussy pounded into until she cums so hard she sees stars.”

Your mind was in a haze of lust. He could have been telling you he was going to kill your cat and you would have agreed with it. “Y-yes,” you choked out as he sucked on your pulse point.

“I knew it. The way you looked at me at the park, I knew you wanted me to fuck you sensless.”

You whimpered and rocked toward him, needing some kind of friction. “I do. Please Sam. Fuck me like the dirty girl I am.”

He growled again, this time more dark and animalistic. He moved back enough to undo his jeans and pull out his cock. Pushing your ruined panties to the side he ran his cock through you slick covered folds and moaned softly. “Already drenched for me babygirl.”

Grabbing hold of his shoulders you whined and rocked toward him, desperately wanting him inside you. “Please,” you begged.

Sam kissed you hard, his tongue snaking into your mouth to rub against yours as he slowly pushed in. He didn’t break the kiss until he bottomed out. With a small hiss he laid his head on your shoulder. “Fuck you’re tight,” he whispered huskily.

You couldn’t form words at this point. You were filled to the brim and being stretched more than you had ever been before. The slight burn mixed with the pleasure of having his long, thick cock buried in you, and all thought process went out the window. You squeezed his shoulders as you waited for him to start moving.  

At first his thrusts were slow, but he made sure each one dragged against your g-spot. However once you started begging him for more and he knew you were ready for him, he gave you exactly what you wanted. His hips ground into yours with each hard thrust, dragging moans from deep within you. It was a good thing you didn’t live  close to anyone or they would have heard you. Not that either of you cared.

Your nails raked down his back as he rolled his hips just right causing his pubic bone to grind against your clit. “Fuck! Oh fuck!” you cried feeling that familiar warmth in the pit of your stomach start to build: the coil wounding tight. Going weeks without an orgasm had you on edge rather quickly.

He grunted feeling you flutter around him. “That’s it babygirl. You gonna cum on my cock like the dirty girl you are?”

“Yes!!”

His fingers dug into your hips and he latched onto the side of your neck. “Then do it. Milk that cock like the needy little slut you are.”

His command  pushed you just that much closer to the edge and with a few more rough thrusts you tumbled over. Slick gushed between your thighs and soaked his cock, dripping down onto his balls. Your entire body shook from the intensity of the orgasm and his name came out as a choked sob.

Sam groaned into your neck as he went tumbling over the edge and filled you with ropes of his warm thick seed. “Fuck,” he panted.

You whimpered and held onto him as he finally let you down. Your legs shook and if he wasn’t holding onto you, you would have fallen. He grinned and gave you a kiss so much gentler than the previous ones. You leaned into it and closed your eyes.

“I hope you know this means you belong to me now,” he whispered against your lips.

The possessiveness of that one sentence should have  made you want to run, but all it did was make you want him more. “I think I might need another lesson. Why don’t you take me to the bedroom and show me who I belong to?”

Sam gave another predatory grin and picked you up. “Which way?”

[holylulusworld]

A wild ride (7)

Summary: You end up in the lamest town you can imagine. Your mother dumped you at your prude father’s place only for you to stumble into the clubhouse of the Winchesters. 

Pairing: Biker!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader; Biker!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader; Biker!John Winchester x fem!Reader 

SMUT Pairing in this chapter: Biker!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader 

Warnings: language, smut, unprotected sex, sex on a bar counter, creampie, doggy style, degrading (consensual), voyeurism, a slap on the ass, aftercare, mentions of safe words, implied multiple partners, fingers in mouth, groping

A wild ride masterlist 

Divider by @firefly-graphics​​

<< Part 6

John lazily leans against the bar counter, sipping at his drink. He’s satisfied with the way you limp next to his eldest. John chuckles as you still beg his son to fuck the neediness out of your bratty body.

“Be good, doll. Dean will give you all you want. Just ask him nicely.”

Dean throws John an angry look. He wanted to have you first, but as always, he gets sloppy seconds.

“Dean,” you tug at Dean’s shirt. He wants to take his time and think about the perfect position to fuck you in, but you are getting impatient. 

The Winchesters woke a hungry beast, and you are all too eager to feed it. Or let them feed it with their cocks. 

“Sweetheart, you are in for a wild ride,” Dean purrs. He walks you toward the bar counter, smirking as you nervously lick your lips. “Come here.”

“What?” You squeak when Dean easily lifts you onto the bar counter, right next to his father. “Dean! What are you doing?”

“I’ll fuck you on every surface at this bar. Let’s start with the bar counter…” John shakes his head as Dean tells you to go on hands and knees.

“She will break a bone if you fuck her up there.” Dean grunts and ignores his father. He joins you on the bar counter, already gripping your ass. “Dean…don’t do anything…fuck.”

John watches his son kneel behind you. He licks his lips as you eagerly let Dean manipulate your body. 

It’s not the most comfortable position, to be honest. The wood bites into your knees, and you are scared to slip and land on the floor.

“Relax, the counter will hold us both. I’ve got you,” Dean purrs while teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock. “Fuck, you will feel so good.” He slowly enters you from behind and grips your hips.

“Dean, fuck her on a table, not that fucking counter,” John’s voice booms through the bar. “If you hurt her, you get your ass whipped.”

Sam laughs as his brother completely ignores his father. Dean starts moving in and out of your already slick cunt. He grunts, and curses as you rock your body to the rhythm he sets. “Y/N looks like she’s having fun, Dad. Let him fuck her on the counter.”

You whine. Dean seems to be determined to outdo his father. He angles his hips to hit your sweet spot. “That’s it, baby. You take me so well and deep in your perfect little pussy.”

“Dean loves to talk dirty,” Sam steps closer to watch your face contort in pleasure. He cups your chin to lift your head. “Look at me while my brother fucks you. Tell me what you will let me do to your slutty cunt.”

“I’m gonna—” you whimper. Dean is slamming his hips in your ass, jolting your body toward his brother. Sam pushes two long fingers into your mouth, slowly moving them in and out of your mouth, matching Dean’s rhythm. 

“Use your tongue, lick my fingers while Dean fucks you full of cum.” Fuck, you could cum only from the way Sam looks at you, like a predator ready to devour his prey. 

You try to focus on Dean’s cock hitting all the right spots and ignore the other Winchesters watching you get used by one of them. It’s impossible, though. Especially because this is one of your secret fantasies. 

“She’s such a good slut for us, isn’t she, Dean?” John joins the party. He stands next to the counter to run his hand over your exposed back. “One day, she will take us all at once.”

Dean rocks his hips faster. Flesh claps against flesh. You feel his pre-cum, and John’s cum run out of your abused hole, joining your juices, sticking your skin. You feel like a whore, and a queen at the same time.

This gorgeous man rams his thick cock into your pussy. “Sweetheart, I want you to cum for me.” Dean slaps your right cheek harshly. He doesn’t like that you get distracted by his brother and father. “That’s my turn. She comes for me, not you.”

“Come for Dean, my little slut,” Sam looks you deep in the eyes. He smirks as every deep thrust of his brother’s cock makes you moan louder. “Yeah, cum for him. I want to see you fall apart.”

“Oh god!” You clench tightly around Dean’s shaft, dragging him with you over the edge. The bar counter starts to creak, and you drool all over Sam’s fingers when Dean speeds up to ride your high out.

“Just Dean to you, sweetheart,” Dean slips out of you, admiring his cum run out of your still pulsing cunt. He runs his fingers up and down your folds, pushing his seed back inside of your hole. 

Sam removes his fingers to let you relax. “What’s your color?” He asks. “Dean needs to know you are alright.”

“Green, Sir.”

“Aw, look at you, so sweet,” Sam cups your face with his large hands to kiss you greedily. “How about you have some water and then, I’ll devour this pussy and ruin it forever…”

Aftercare is important to Dean. He checks on you and cleans your sticky crotch and thighs. You’re sore and need a break before Sam will have his turn. He told you to wait for another time, but you want his cock too.

“She’s something else,” Sam sips at his drink, watching his brother run his hand over your naked body. You lean in his touch but look at his brother and father. “Like a hungry lion ready to eat our dicks alive.”

“How do you want to fuck her, Sammy?” John dips his head to watch you get up from the couch. You kiss Dean’s lips, whispering something against his soft pillows.

He laughs and slaps your ass. “She wants to fuck Sammy now. Cowgirl style.” Dean wiggles his eyebrows. “Do you think she’s a good rider?”

“You want to ride me, sweetness?” Sam pats his thigh. “Come here and get another Winchester dick. The best you’ll ever have…”

>> Part 8

Tags in reblog.

[offbeatwriting]

Imagine coming across the boys on a mother of all evil hunt...

You: “Those badges are about as real as my Aunt Petunia’s diet plan. Now who the hell are you... really?!” *raises already aimed gun into view*

[a-jynx]

Heart Attack

Summary: Being someone’s old dame was hard enough - but being one of the tougher motorcycle gangs kings’ old dame was harder than hard. Especially when all Mr. Samuel comes home late at night with broken hands, and blood trailing behind him. 

Pairings: Sam x reader; Biker AU

Warnings: Cursing, blood mentions, mentions of fighting, angst cause im the angst queen to some, and FLUFFY TOO!! 

Notes: One of my friends actually requested this! But, she doesn’t have a Tumblr but I’m still going to write this for her! (I hate her cause she gave me an idea for a series and I’m already working on like four T-T) 

Series inspired by this fic: The Winding Road  *ongoing* 

Forever In Tags: @waywardnewcomer, @natashacamillaus, @iliketowrite02, @mogarukes, @casiskween

He came stumbling in, mumbling about something, he sounded crazy. His clothes reeked of cigarettes and blood - too bad that was his usual cologne scent now.  

               I woke to the sound of strangled coughing, along with the sound of furniture being moved around. Sighing, and glancing at the clock – Jesus, 3:30 AM… He’s never been this late getting back from the meet-ups.

Frowning I pushed myself up from the soft mattress and held myself tightly as I slowly made my way through the hallways of my shared one story home; my bare feet frigid as they pressed against the cool hardwood flooring.

               Stopping just before the door to the kitchen, I couldn’t help but cover my mouth to stop the small gasp from escaping. He had this back to me, but I could easily see he was in pain. Not to mention the blood that seemed to trial behind him.

Taking small, yet quick steps towards him, I gently placed both of my hands on his shoulders giving them a small squeeze as he leaned his head over, pressing his warm and slightly sweaty temple against my cool skin.

               “Sorry baby.. I didn’t mean to wake you.” He whispered into the dark as I sighed, giving his shoulders another squeeze before I moved around him; sitting in the chair off to his side as I flicked on the overhead light.

“I was barely asleep.. I didn’t have you in bed next to me.” I whispered back as I finally took in his figure. He was battered and bruised – blood, fresh and dry, caked the side of his face and under his nose. I clenched my jaw while reaching out, gently pressing my fingertips to his chin as I turned his head towards the light.

               “Jesus, Samuel..” I sighed as he yanked his head away, tossing it back to brush his bangs out of his eyes as I clenched my jaw more while I took one of my hands and rested it against my forehead; shaking my head as I felt tears prickle the sides of my e/c eyes.

“Baby.. Honey, it’s not that bad-“ Sam began to defend himself but I quickly snapped my head towards him, hissing.

               “Not that bad?! Sam, you are caked in blood!” I hissed as I glanced over his broken looking face. He looked so tired, so worn down – but I knew better. He wouldn’t tell you if he got tired, or worn down… No, he would just smirk, laugh, and move on with his day.

“Y/N, come on, you know how my job works-“

               “And I don’t give a damn. You are my husband, we’re supposed to go through shit together, and yet here you are keeping me on the sidelines – well, guess what, I’m done.” I spat as I pushed away from the table, moving back towards the bedroom as Sam quickly chased after me, groaning as I fought back tears.

“Baby.. Sweetheart.. Y/N!” Sam’s voice raised higher causing me to halt in my movements as I allowed a shaking breath to leave my parted lips as I closed my eyes, feeling tears already running down my cheeks.

               The sound of his footsteps grew closer until I felt his arms wrap around my waist, leaning me back into his chest and his warmth as I sighed. My muscles slowly untensed as I tried to breathe in his calming scent of a woodsy, old library and old ink smell under all of the cigarettes and blood – it was barely there.

“Baby… I need you to be here with me.. A king can’t rule without his queen,” Sam whispered into my hair as I sighed, keeping my eyes closed as I bit on my lip. Nodding slowly, I turned in his arms and wrapped my own around his neck as he leaned down and pressed his slightly sweaty forehead against my own.

               “And a queen can’t live without her king.. It’s just.. Jesus, Sam, I hate that you got stuck in the family business.. I mean, what if what happens to John and Dean happens to you? I can’t.. I couldn’t live without,” I whispered into his chest, feeling more tears dripping down my cheeks as he sighed, giving my body a squeeze as I cuddled more into his chest.

“I know, baby.. But I swear to you, it won’t happen, okay? I won’t leave you behind – either of you.” He smiled gently as his hair curled into my own as I smiled as I gasped, glancing down at my swollen belly between us.

               “You better not.. Or, I’ll kill you.” I whispered as he chuckled, rubbing the end of his nose against my own, making me smile more as I stepped up onto my tiptoes and pressed my lips against his, tasting the stale cigarette smoke, and fresh blood leaking from his lip.

“Come on, king.. Let’s get you fixed up so we can get some sleep.” I sighed while taking a step back, brushing my fingertips against his bangs as I moved them from his eyes, this causing him to smile more. He nodded slowly as he took my free hand and lead me back towards the kitchen, and as we sat down that’s how I noticed his swollen and battered left hand.

               “Dammit, Sam – therefore I don’t like you going on meet-ups alone.” I sighed as I moved back towards the cabinet, pulling out the medical stuff we had stocked up on a few weeks ago when Gabe and Cas got beat up during a bar fight with one of the rival gangs, Snarled Wings.

“What can I say, darlin’? Trouble has a thing for me.” He cocked a smirk as I arched a brow, taking his hand and wrapping it tightly as I shook my head, rolling my eyes as I pinched my lips tightly together.

               “Yeah, well, you’re going to give me heart attack the next time you come home at 3-“ I paused and stole a glance at the stoves’ clock. “4 in the morning, you asshole.” I slightly spat as I finished wrapping his battered hand and put away the medical supplies, only to feel his warmth press against my back as his good hand rested on the bottom of my belly.

“You love me anyway,” he smiled against my neck as I hummed, turning in his hand as he grinned down at me as I smirked some while licking my lips gently.

               “Mhmm, sadly… Now, come on, dumbass – you’ve got a meeting tomorrow with the Caged Devils, remember?” I sighed as he chuckled as we crawled into our bed. His arm wrapping securely around my lower back as his palm landed on my stomach, causing me to smile warmly as I pressed further into his warmth.

“I know, but right now, I’m worrying about my queen… And our little prince.”

[lost-between-letters]

Guys guys. Guys. I read SO many good fics last month and since a bunch of you are doing this as well, I decided that I'll do monthly reading lists.

Yes I know I'm a tad late for June but better late than never, right?

So this is me sharing all the awesome fics I read in the month of June and hopefully spread some love for them now as well!

The fics are sorted by fandom and character. Warnings are added as they are provided.

Happy reading!

Navigation | reading masterlist (coming soon)

Supernatural

Sam Winchester

Calm by @deanwanddamons

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

Summary: Dean really annoys Y/N, so can Sam calm her down?

Warnings: A bit of angst then cuteness.

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Beauty by @assbutt-isa-compliment-from-him

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

Summary: A comment from Dean puts you down in the dumps. Sam is there to make you feel better.

Warnings: none provided

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Titleless Sam Fluff by @justagirlinafandomworld

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

Summary/ Prompt: “You two are so cute it physically makes me ill.”

Warnings: none provided

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Dean Winchester

Here For You by @muffinbeliever

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader

Summary: The demon trials are taking a huge toll on Sam, and therefore Dean. The reader notices Dean is stressed because of the demon trials and takes it upon herself to calm him down.

Warnings: no warnings ? just sad Dean :(

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Junkyard by @watermelonlipstick

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader

Summary: Bobby’s a little too overprotective of you with Dean. Sam is very much a younger brother about it.

Warnings: none provided

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Junkyard Part 2 by @watermelonlipstick

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader

Summary: Bobby’s still not keen on the idea of you and Dean together, so Sam tries to help his brother.

Warnings: nothing! fluff!

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United Front by @justagirlinafandomworld

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader

Summary: You and Dean set Sam up. Your intentions…purely selfless.

Warnings: none provided

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There Are Worse Things by @justagirlinafandomworld

Pairing: Biker!Dean Winchester X Female Reader

Summary: none provided

Warnings: This is after a breakup. Allusions to cheating. Bitterness. Angst. Hopeful ending for the Reader.

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Gabriel

Chocolate by @lazydoodlesandfanfic

Pairing: Gabriel X Teen!Winchester!Reader (platonic)

Summary/Request: hey can i request you do a teen!winchester!sister reader who is a huge prankster and has a sweet tooth meeting Gabriel for the first time?

Warnings: none

Stranger Things

Jonathan Byers

Jonathan Byers has a crush on you by @kurtkunkles

Pairing: Jonathan Byers X Reader

Summary: headcanons of Jonathan having a crush on you

Warnings: none provided

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Steve Harrington

Do You Think I'm Pretty? by @decadentpaperduck

Pairing: Steve Harrington X Wheeler!Reader

Summary: none provided

Warnings: Underage drinking I guess? Swearing. Fluff

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Somewhere In These Eyes, I'm On Your Side by @qrlvn

Pairing: Steve Harrington X Reader

Summary: just steve being the best boyfriend in the world.

Warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff

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Nice Hit by @coreycom

Pairing: Steve Harrington X Reader

Summary: you, robin, steve, eddie and nancy were running into the woods in the upside down when steve startles you and you end up punching him in the face.

warnings: blood, punching steve lmao

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Here we go again lads! Check out my round-up of the amazing!! fics I’ve read this month. As always please check out the warnings for each fic, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ and the majority of these fics contain adult themes. 

Please give these amazing authors some love and remember to reblog their work 💖💖

*Fake boyfriend real orgasms (roommate!bucky x reader)

* = part of a series/multipart fic

✨ @bucksfucks

100° (dadsbestfriend!bucky x f!reader)

Messy (dilf!bucky x f!teacher!reader)

✨ @mypoisonedvine

The kind of things we usually do alone (Mob!Sam Wilson, Mob!Bucky Barnes, and Mob!Steve Rogers x reader)

✨ @jobean12-blog

Welcome home (Steve Rogers x reader)

Putt Putt (Bucky x reader)

Term of endearment (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Home improvement (Beefy!Builder!Bucky x reader)

*Boys in bed with books 

✨ @samwilsons-pillowpecs

Make you feel good (SteveSamBucky x Reader)

✨ @jurassicbarnes

*What a night (Bucky Barnes x Reader (TFATWS))

Blooming crimson (Steve Rogers x Reader)

*Gotta be careful (Andy Barber x Reader)

Library liaison (Steve Rogers x Reader (Modern Royal AU))

✨ @stargazingfangirl18

*Here with me (Curtis Everett x Female!Reader)

*A very happy birthday (Mob!Ari Levinson x Female!Reader)

*Wedding day blues (Andy Barber x Female!Reader)

*A very good morning (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader)

*Necessary arrangements (Andy Barber x Fem!Reader; Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader; Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader)

✨ @buckycuddlebuddy

Birthday boy (dilf!steve rogers x reader)

✨ @gogolucky13

*Southpaw (boxer!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Mean it (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

✨ @bemine-bucky

Talking body (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Toxic (Ransom Drysdale x Reader)

✨ @bucky-bucket-barnes

Moving on (bucky barnes x civilian! reader)

✨ @angrythingstarlight

A welcome distraction (Senator!Andy x Reader)

A word of advice (Ransom x reader)

✨ @worksby-d

Keep it on (Andy Barber x Reader)

✨ @wayward-blonde

The game (Steve Rogers x Reader)

✨ @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

*The perfect life (Dark!Steve x You x Dark!Bucky)

✨ @syntheticavenger

*Time to run (Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Female Reader)

*Moment’s silence (Dark! Andy Barber x Female Reader & Frank Adler x Female Reader)

Vibin’ (Bucky Barnes x Female Reader)

✨ @lokiscollar

*H.C.M.C (Biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

✨ @babyboibucky

*Project V (College!Bucky x Fem!Reader)

*The match (CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader)

✨ @avintagekiss24

With the weight of the world at the tips of my fingers (husband!steve rogers x black!wife!reader)

✨ @marvelmaree

Happy birthday! (Sam Wilson x Black Reader)

✨ @navybrat817

Feel me (Chris Beck x Female Reader)

*Luminous (Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers)

Wear me down (Soft!Dark Ari Levinson x Female Reader)

Look like lies (Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Dean Winchester x Female Reader)

✨ @lex-the-flex

Love, above (Ikaris the Eternal x Reader)

✨ @gotnofucks

Murder at the whorehouse (Pornstar!Steve x Reader, Steve x Reader x Bucky)

✨ @vampy-doll

*Bride of Soldat (Bucky Barnes x reader)

✨ @labella420

Mine (Mob Boss!Steve Rogers x Female Reader)

✨ @sweetlyscared

Heaven can wait (Soft!Dark! Biker!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader)

✨ @bluemusickid

Are you mine? (Ransom Drysdale x Fem! Reader)

✨ @firefly-in-darkness

Last light (Sam Wilson x Reader)

✨ @bibbidibobbidibucky

True alpha (alpha!Bucky Barnes x omega!Reader)

✨ @tuiccim

*Almost had me believing (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

✨ @ozarkthedog

Purify (Stepdad!Steve x Stepdaughter!Reader)

✨ @river-soul

*A tender heart (Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader)

The sun, the moon and the truth (Dark!Steve x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader)

✨ @soldatsass

A date (Bucky x Reader)

✨ @holacia2

Love on aisle 10 (Curtis Everett x reader)

[ejlovespie]

ONESHOTS

You Give Me Strength (Angst/Fluff)

(Reader’s Request) A hunt gone wrong puts Dean and the reader in danger. When the reader gets severely injured, Dean is there to help her recover.

Hold Me Up (Angst/Fluff)

(Reader’s Request) The reader falls very ill when she unknowingly touches a cursed object. Luckily, Dean is there to care for her.

You’re Everything (Angst/Fluff)

(Reader’s Request) A routine hunt takes a turn for the worst when the reader puts herself in danger to save Sam Winchester. The outcome? She and Dean finally share their feelings for each other. 

Over Time (Angst/Smut/Fluff)

(Reader’s Request) After a nasty argument and a drunken mistake. Dean and the reader have some issues to work through, it’s not easy though.

Knocking on Heaven’s Door (Angst/Fluff)

(Reader’s Request) A car accident leaves the reader in a life or death situation…This was a reader’s request that was inspired by the classic song, “Knocking on Heaven’s Door” 

I’m Sorry (Angst/Fluff)

(Reader’s Request) The reader is hurt after seeing Dean flirt with another woman while they are out together. The big fight they had afterwards seems inconsequential after Dean saves the reader from drowning.

Taste You (Smut) - Biker!Dean

(NSFW / Reader’s Request) The reader is attacked in an alley by a werewolf. Thankfully, a mysterious, and gorgeous, hunter steps in to help her. After a teasing motorcycle ride home, she invites him to come up to her apartment to have dinner and…more. 

Touch Me (Smut)

(NSFW / Reader’s Request) A no-show date drives the reader to drink a bit too much…Thankfully, Dean is there to help take care of her. 

Touch Yourself (Smut)

(NSFW) The reader has a secret. She has a side gig to bring in some extra money and the Winchesters don’t know about it. When Dean accidentally finds out, he decides to make a call.

You Have To Choose (Fluff)

After a hunt, the reader, Sam, and Dean check into a motel. Since they are only able to get one room, the reader has to choose who she will share a bed with.

Read To Me (Smut)

(NSFW) Dean catches the reader reading a sexy book…  

In Sorrow I Speak Your Name (Angst)

(Dean’s POV) Dean grieves the loss of you. Inspired by the lyrics: ‘In sorrow I speak your name, and my voice mirrors my torment’ Written for @cockslut-padalecki​ ’s #decadeundertheinfluencechallenge.

A Special Place (Fluff)

When Dean notices that you've been down, he tries to cook for you before taking you on a drive to show you a special place.

Darkest Fantasy (Damon/Dean/Fem!Reader Smut)

(NSFW) Dean Winchester and Y/N meet Damon Salvatore while working a case in Mystic falls. What will happen when Damon takes a liking to you?

It Ain’t About Pity (Smut)

(NSFW) Dean x Plus sized fem!reader 

Dean Winchester has eyes for you and you have no idea. When he finally figures out why you’ve been dieting, he isn’t pleased with you. 

EJ’s 300 Followers Celebration

You Don’t Fool Me (Smut) - Pt. 1

(NSFW) The reader is having recurring dirty dreams about her best friend, Dean Winchester. Embarrassed and scared of her new, confusing feelings for him, she avoids Dean. Eventually, he decides to confront her to get to the bottom of it.

Give Me A Sign (Smut/Fluff) - Pt. 2

(NSFW) The reader is having recurring dirty dreams about her best friend, Dean Winchester. Embarrassed and scared of her, confusing feelings for him, she avoids Dean. When he decides to confront her to get to the bottom of it, everything changes.

DRABBLES

Supergirl (Fluff) 

(Reader’s Request) The reader gains superpowers and uses them to her advantage.

You Drive Me Wild (Smut)

(NSFW) Pure kissing smut for @deanwanddamons ‘Rock SPN Flash Fan Fic Challenge’

You Shook Me All Night Long 

Written for @deanwanddamons ‘Rock SPN Flash Fan Fic Challenge’

Your Favorite Necklace Is My Right Hand (Smut)

This is straight-up porn inspired by the song Paralyzed by Sueco.

Salt and Sand (Smut)

Dean gets himself off while thinking about you.

Enjoy the Silence (Light Smut)

The reader goes to a nightclub to let off some steam. 

Ladies First (Light Smut)

You and Dean tumble out of the bar together after drinking too much. 

Thirst (Destiel Angst)

Dean enjoying a beer from Cass’s perspective. Written for @impala-dreamer’s SPN Flash Fic Challenge.

SERIES

Crazed (Complete)

Pt. 1 (Smut) / Pt. 2 (Smut) / Pt. 3 (Smut)

(NSFW) A hunt gone wrong leaves you with a hex that drives you and Dean crazy with lust.  

I know You (Complete)

Pt. 1 (Angst/Fluff) / Pt. 2 (Angst/Fluff)

(Reader’s Request) The reader thinks she was stabbed by the man she loves and left to die alone.    

I Love You and I Hate You (Complete)

Pt. 1 (Angst) / Pt. 2 (Angst) / Pt. 3 (Angst/Fluff)

(Reader’s Request) Dean and the reader are in a happy relationship until Lisa Braden shows up asking for Dean’s help. With her arrival, secrets are brought to light and hurtful words are exchanged. Will Dean and the reader be able to get past the major disruption and the events that follow?

Heartbroken (Ongoing)

Pt. 1 (Angst) / Pt. 2 (Angst) / Pt. 3 (Angst) / Pt. 4 (Angst/Smut) /

Pt. 5 (Angst/Smut) / Pt. 6 (Angst/Smut) / Pt. 7 (Coming Soon!)

The reader sacrificed her life to save the man she loves, Dean Winchester. When she unexpectedly comes back to life she is surprised and heartbroken to find him living a new life with Lisa and Ben. Will they be able to fix their broken relationship when they reunite?  

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