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[andy-clutterbuck]

5x15 | Try

[zepskies]

Headcanon: When You're Having His Child...

Pairings: Dean Winchester x F. Reader, Beau Arlen x F. Reader, Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader

AN: This one is requested by @cevansbaby-dove, and is kind of a continuation of this imagine: When you have morning sickness.

Tags/Warnings: Potential fluff overload.

HC: How Dean, Beau, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would act while you're in labor.

Dean Winchester

Oh, sweet man...

Dean does the thing where he pretends he has his shit together.

He's really trying, for your sake, for his own, and to save face around Sam and Eileen and Jody and everyone else in the hospital waiting room.

They can see it, and he knows it: he's freaking the hell out.

When he's in the room with you, he's either helping you, holding your hand, waiting for you to be dilated enough to start the whole "having a baby" process, or pacing around on those bowlegs, occasionally dragging a hand over his mouth in that telltale nervous gesture.

"Babe, come 'ere," you say with strain. That last contraction really took it out of you. "You're making me even more nervous than I already am."

Dean goes to you and smooths a hand over your hair.

"Sorry, sweetheart. I'm sorry. How're you holding up?"

Tears well up in your eyes, but you try to breathe through it. You're overwhelmed, you're in pain, and you've been in labor for several hours already.

"We're ready for this, right?" you ask, squeezing his hand. He sits on the edge of your bed and makes sure you look him in the eyes.

"We're about to find out," he says, with a bit of teasing. But his gaze is steady when he brings your hand up to his lips. "You don't gotta worry about anything. I'm gonna be with you, come whatever, okay?"

You smile, because you don't just believe him. You know.

Because after years of fighting together, surviving together, living together, you know that this is just one more adventure you get to go on with him by your side.

Now, Dean would rather not see all the gritty details of the birth, but he stays in the delivery room, letting you squeeze the shit out of his hand. He's not going to leave your side. He's wiping sweat from your brow and encouraging you, being whatever kind of support you need.

After the baby's born and the nurses bring her back all cleaned up, Dean holds his daughter for the first time.

He has tears in his eyes. For a long moment, he doesn't even blink. He stares down at that small, perfect face. Already he sees some of your features in her.

He can't put into words how he feels. It's overwhelming in his chest. But one thing is certain...

Dean's never been more grateful to be alive than in this moment.

He blinks, and the first of his tears fall. He brings her to you, sitting down carefully on the edge of your bed again so you can hold her. You're beyond exhaustion, sweaty, and weeping, but one thing is certain...

You've never been more grateful for Dean than in this moment.

You turn to him, giving him a small smile. He returns it, and he leans in to give you a gentle kiss.

"Do you have a name picked out yet?" one of the nurses asks.

You and Dean share a look: his imploring, yours knowing.

"We're not naming her Baby," you warn him.

"Aw, come on."

Beau Arlen

Round 2! 🫡

Beau runs the gambit from excited, to anxious, to freaking the hell out, and back to excited.

This is "Round 2" for him. His second child. But he's had reservations about being an "older" father to a new baby. (He's pushing 50 at this point. No matter how much he keeps in shape, he still feels his age in his bowlegged knees.)

You've assured him that plenty of men have children at his age.

Regardless of his insecurities though, you know he's still over the moon. Beau has always wanted more kids, deep down, and now thanks to you, he's getting his wish.

He's the man who's "prepared for anything."

When your water broke, he already had your to-go bag ready with everything you might need.

But he continues to ask you questions from the moment he's got you out the door to the drive over to the hospital, and even in the lobby.

"You thirsty? You comfortable like that? How's the pain? Just breathe, baby. I gotcha. Watch your step now. You hungry? We've got protein bars in the bag, unless you're cravin' something else. First things first, let's check in. Oh, I hope we can getcha in a private room. Let's see--oh damn, they sure are packed today, huh? Okay, how're you holdin' up? How's the pain, level of 1 to 10? Yep, got it, hold my hand. Just breathe through it. I gotcha."

Bless him. The man means well, but he's driving you freakin' crazy.

"Beau, I know. If you don't take a breath, I'm gonna pop you in the damn nose."

He tries not to smile at your grumpiness. "...Okay, I hear ya. Let's just get you into your room."

He rarely leaves your side during the entire labor, just to get you anything you might actually need. The radio at his belt occasionally goes off for work, but he apologizes, having forgotten to turn it off. He put Jenny in charge while he's gone.

"Let's just hope the precinct's still standing when I get back," he jokes. He finally turns off the radio and takes it off his belt, to your relief. And he returns his undivided attention to you.

Beau witnessed the birth of his daughter Emily, so he's no stranger to being in the delivery room. He even ventures past the curtain when your son is born, breathing air into his little lungs and letting out a powerful cry.

Beau laughs with tears in his eyes. "That's my boy."

When the nurses place him into your arms first, Beau supports your hold and brushes your sweaty hair back from your face. "Good job, honey. Good job."

"I know," you tease weakly.

Beau chuckles. He presses a lingering kiss to your forehead and looks down at the small bundle in your arms and his.

"We have a son," Beau says. His eyes are red and shining. "I have a son."

"You have a son," you nod. You look over at him and lean in for a kiss. He obliges you, and rests his forehead against yours afterwards.

Life is meant for moments like this, he thinks.

He's damn grateful it's with you.

Soldier Boy (Ben)

Readers of Strong as Blood in the BMD-verse will recognize some of this HC...

This day has been a long time coming, for both of you.

He smells like cigar smoke when he comes back into your recovery room. For which you have no doubt, Ben had been puffing away with Butcher and M.M. outside the hospital. 

Ben was with you for most of the lead up to the birth, but you actually agreed that having him in the delivery room wasn't a good idea. He never did well with you in pain, and with his temper, he might just scare the shit out of the doctor and nurses.

He strides toward you though, when he enters the room. He lays a hand on your head and another on the baby's tuft of brown, downy hair.

"We have a daughter," you tell him, with a watery smile.

Part of him still twinges with disappointment. He didn't react well when he found out you weren't carrying a boy, his future son.

(You'd given him enough hell that he never brought up the subject again.)

But that all fades away when he looks down at his daughter's face.

He carefully sits on the edge of your bed, but he's suspended in time. His chest tightens in a way he's never experienced before.

It's almost like pain, but not. Not at all.

He brushes a thumb along the baby's soft cheek. He's almost hesitant to touch her, knowing how fragile she is.

"Beautiful, like her mother," he says at last. And he means it.

He earns your smile.

"Flatterer," you accuse. You know you look as wrecked as you feel. Somehow, none of that matter's whenever you look at your child's face.

You look over at Ben with a shining smile. His lips twitch. He leans in and meets your lips with a kiss, slow and deep and intimate in this quiet little room.

“You okay?” he asks you, after he pulls away. “Got everything you need?”

He’s become even more protective, of course, but also more attentive to you. Especially in the last few months of your pregnancy, seeing how uncomfortable you've become.

It warms you every time, when you consider how rough, how stoic, and how damn-near emotionally repressed he can be.

It seems that fatherhood is beginning to soften him, even before he begins. You quirk a smile at the thought, and at his question.

“Imagine pushing a super melon out of your dick. That’s how I’m doing,” you say cheekily.

He snorts a bit loudly at that, and you shush him, as if it wasn’t your fault he was laughing. He expects nothing less from you.

“But I’m okay,” you answer his second question. “All I need right now is you.”

Ben considers you, a slightly gentler smile curving his lips, and he nods.

“All right,” he says. In this moment, he realizes that his entire world is in this room.

He’d never admit it, but it's a terrifying thought, for a man who once had everything and nothing.

You unknowingly stop the path of his thoughts when you ask him, "Want to hold her for a while?"

Ben perks up at attention. He's a bit uncertain on how exactly to hold the baby, but he can't lose face and tell you that. So he just accepts the bundle when you place her in his arms.

As he looks down at a small face that already has some of his features, he inhales a faltering breath.

It's the first time you ever see true tears in his eyes, despite how much he resists. One manages to draw a path down his cheek. 

“You know, you’re blessed to have my genes, sweetheart,” he says. It elicits a knowing scoff out of you. “But you’re also lucky as hell to have your mom.”

Ben looks up and finds the predictable well of tears forming in your eyes. His smirk softens around the edges.

“She’s the best damn woman you’re ever gonna meet,” he says.

AN: All right, I'll stop. 😭 I hope you enjoy this one, fluff overload and all! Who was your favorite this time: Dean, Beau, or Ben? 💜

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[andromytta]

I love 1944 Dean

For many reasons. 

First of all, as a self proclaimed “Not A Dean Girl,” 1944 Dean just *does* things to me.

Second of all, the way he fanboys over Eliot Ness.

Third of all, he totes checks out that soldier’s ass.

(Look I made it all about Bi!Dean again!  Surprised?  No?  You shouldn’t be.)

[waywardnerd67]

Simple Message

Summary: Jensen struggles to video a simple message to commemorate wrapping on season three of The Boys. (Y/N) has a sure fire way to clear his mind and get his simple message out to fans. Main Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader Pairing: Jensen x Reader Rating: X - Explicit Warnings: Fluff/Smut Word Count: 1126 A/N: I think y’all know what inspired this…

(Y/N) watched as Jensen ended the recording on his phone for the fifth time. His thick finger threading through his long locks and tugging them in frustration.

“Handsome, it’s just a few words that no one is even going to pay attention to with you looking like that.” She waved her hand up and down his body.

She was having a hard time not staring at him. His wide, muscular shoulders and broad chest were on full display beneath his white tank. His hair was fluffy, freshly shower and blow drying it. His gray sweatpants were hanging low on his hips showing off the delicious Ken Doll lines he had worked hard for over the last ten months. He was in the best shape of his life and fangirls everywhere went crazy for anything he put out on social media nowadays.

“I want to make it special because a year ago today I wrapped on Supernatural for the last time.” His shoulders slumped forward as his eyes looked at his bare feet.

That is what was going on. One year since closing the biggest chapter in his life and for her poor boyfriend, it was hitting him hard now then a year ago. She stood from her spot on his trailer bed, slipping her arms around his waist.

“You’re right, your message should be special. Ending one book on this date and now ending a chapter of a new book is a lot to say in a short video.”

Jensen’s lips spread into a soft smile, “What do you think I should say?”

“I don’t think it’s so much the words, Jay. I think you need to relax and speak from the heart.” She ran her hand over his hip and over the soft bulge of his pants, “I know one way that will make you relax.”

“Babe, you don’t have to do…”

Their eyes never left one another as she slowly knelt before him, “Oh, I know I don’t, but if I ever want to get you out of this trailer and back home then we need to get this going.”

She rubbed her hand over his sweatpants as his cock started to thicken. She dragged his pants down his bowlegs to his ankles before returning her strokes over him. Looking up, his full lips were parted and hand gripping his phone so as to not drop it. That is when he noticed it was still recording and a wicked idea came in her mind.

Running her tongue up the underside of his cotton cover length, he groaned when she swirled her tongue around his tip. A few more swipes of her tongue over him had his cock thick and heavy. (Y/N) pulled his boxers down to join his pants around his ankles then grabbed the phone from his hand.

“To all the fangirls who write about how long and thick Jensen’s cock is. Good job, you are correct.” She had the camera facing her and the screen tilted up so Jensen could see he had still been recording.

He chuckled, “You know I’m going to delete that so it can never be accidentally posted on the internet.”

She nodded before sliding him into her mouth slowly then pulling him out with a pop, “I know, but might as well record something a little fun for us to watch later.”

She took him in her mouth again hearing him sigh, “Fuck… so good.”

(Y/N) held the phone level with her head giving a profile shot of her taking his cock in her mouth. She wrapped her free hand around the base and sync her strokes with her mouth. Jensen grabbed the phone from her and pointed it down from his point of view.

“How is watching you suck me off hotter on a phone screen?” He mumbled before rolling his head back against his shoulder.

She flatten her tongue running it over his swollen head tasting the salty pre-cum coming from it. Stroking his length, she looked up at him through her lashes and pouted.

“Because watching me on screen is naughtier than watching me just blow you. Now, you gonna put on a show or what?”

He was close and she could feel it when she went down on him again. The vein sliding over her tongue was pulsating and his thick thighs were straining beneath her touch. She loved it when he would lose control and fuck her mouth. Right now, he needed that and she wanted it.

Chills went down her body as his hand went into her hair gripping it tightly. She ran her hands up his legs and squeezed his ass pushing him further in her mouth. Relaxing her jaw and tightening her lips over her teeth, she nodded and that was all he needed.

His hips snapped forward sending his cock deep in her hitting the back of her throat. She gagged the first couple of thrusts but relaxed enough to get used to his thick cock going down her throat. He pulled on her hair guiding her mouth over him.

“Fuck baby, I’m so close…” He grunted his paces picking up chasing after his release.

(Y/N) brought her hand in front of him and gently cupped his tightening balls in her palm. Slowly massaging them in the way that always brought him over the edge. This time was no different as his body jerked forward, shaking and the first taste of him hit the back of her tongue.

“Fucking shit! Fuck… fuck…” He repeated emptying himself completely before letting go of her hair.

She pushed her mouth as far down his shaft as she could holding him there for a moment then sliding up running her tongue over him getting every last drop of him. Lazily, she licked over him like a lollipop, a small inside joke between them from when they first started dating.

“Always my favorite flavor, handsome. How do you feel?”

A lopsided grin appeared on his face, “Soooo much better.” He stopped the recording on his phone and started a new one.

“Alright gang, fun fact for you…”

(Y/N) laid back on the bed once more, watching her beautiful, pantless boyfriend record a simple message to his fans. She let her body fall back and closed her eyes just listening to his soothing, husky voice. Her eyes snapped open when feeling his hands pushing her skirt up her legs.

“Handsome, we don’t have time…”

His wide tongue pressed against her cotton cover clit, “We have all the time in the world, pretty girl.”

She watched him disappear once more between her legs and fell in the abyss of pleasure that was only ever brought on by one, Jensen Ackles.

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[jackgoodfellow]

"Babe, babe, do the wing thing!" 

Based on this post by @starrynightdeancas​!

After Dean overcomes his internalized homophobia and marries his angel, he makes up for lost time by being VERY LOUD and VERY PROUD of his BEAUTIFUL PERFECT HUSBAND WHOM HE LOVES AND APPRECIATES 

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IMAGE ID/DESCRIPTION:

A three-panel digital comic in a cartoony style. 

In the first panel, a vampire with a mohawk and red eyes smiles evilly as he stands over a cowering woman. A closed double panel door is visible in the background. The room is half in shadow.

In the second panel, the doors slam open with a "BOOM!" And three figures stand in the door. The two figures in the back are black silhouettes outlined against a night sky. One holds a machete and the other wears a hat. In the front and center of the door is a cartoon Dean Winchester in green colors, who points at the vampire and says "This is the end of the line for you!" He stands in a silly bowlegged stance. The vampire looks angrily at Dean and the woman looks in the direction of the door, still afraid.

In the third panel, Dean is in the foreground of the image. He wears jeans and flannel. He stands proudly and points at Castiel with a huge smile and says, in huge multi colored text "And THIS is MY HUSBAND!!!" Castiel is drawn in blue colors. He stands with his hands on his hips and a proud little determined smile on his face,  head tilted up. He has a pink blush on his cheeks. Castiel is in a cowboy hat and a glowing halo hovers above his head. In the background, in the doorframe, Sam Winchester facepalms, his machete at his side. The vampire and woman remain in the same position, but they both look deeply confused. The woman no longer looks scared. Just puzzled.

The last two images are closeups of the third panel.

End description. 

[witchofletters]

[unfortunate-brat]

lets make me cry with dean today 💔

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Latina!Reader

Word Count: 214

Summary: It definitely isn't Dean she sees, but why is that hard to believe?

Warnings: Angst, Heartbreak, Jealousy

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Yk what would make me feel better today? some angst; so please give me a character and I’ll make us all cry babes.

Something is just fishy, and it's not the nearby fish market.

She knows that isn't him, knows it's not those arms that once held her close, it's not that smile reserved just for her, it's not those bowlegs that she teased him for, it's not those hands that cupped her face when the world was dark, it's not those eyes she gazed into for what felt like a millennium, and it's definitely not that jacket.

That bloody leather jacket that smelled like him, the grime and testosterone which once comforted her. That bloody jacket that was his father's, a man who was cold and distant, but he looked up to for a father. That bloody jacket that had seen better days, had many stories to tell, some which she knew and others not. That bloody jacket that had been discarded on the Impala floor. That bloody jacket that had kept her warm. It's definitely not that jacket.

And it's definitely not wrapped around that girl. Just like everything else. It's definitely not his new girlfriend and that's definitely not Dean Winchester.

His dying words were that relationships are definitely not for him, so that's definitely not him. But her heart knows.

That he was definitely lying and now she's dying. It's definitely just that.

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Poolside Fun

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Summary: On a hot summer Texas day, you and Jensen decide to cool down in the pool.

A/N: This fic was written because I wanted to tease @whatareyousearchingfordean​ but I’m also posting it ‘cause I wanna hehe. As always, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Smut, 18+ NSFW, Exhibitionsm, Oral Receiving (Female), Cunnilingus, Edging, Rough Sex, Marking, Breeding Kink, Unprotected Sex (Wrap it before you tap it kids), Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, probably some others that I forgot.

Word Count: 2,486

Italics are thoughts

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Jensen let out a sigh as he climbed out of the hood of his car. He had been having engine trouble and spent the last few hours attempting to fix it. He finally managed to, though, with the hot Texas sun beating down on him, he was sweating bullets. Taking off his shirt that was soaked with his sweat, he momentarily glanced towards the pool before returning his gaze upon the car. Doing a double take, he looked back at the pool and noticed you, sunbathing in nothing but your swimwear, your skin out in the open for him to admire. He smirked to himself before closing the hood of the car and stalking over towards you.

“Need a bit of help, babe?” he asked, his shadow enveloping your body, causing you to open your eyes due to the loss of sun.

You had trouble forming a sentence. Jensen was standing directly over you, in nothing but a pair of jeans, his perfect body out in the open for you to soak up. His body was glistening in fresh sweat, a sight that had you biting your lip as you watched a droplet flow down his chest and get lost in the fabric of his jeans. He was currently in hiatus, meaning that he had grown out his beard; and fuck, if it didn’t make you weak in the knees every time that you saw it.

“I... could use some help applying some tanning lotion,” you responded, innocently batting your eyes with a devilish smirk.

He returned your smirk with his own, “It would be my pleasure.”

You flipped onto your back, your ass jiggling with the fast paced motion, pulling a grunt to fall from Jensen’s lips. 

You heard the distinctive ‘pop’ noise of the lotion bottle and the squishing noises of him applying it to his hands. The next thing you felt was his warm and pliant hands pushing and pulling gently yet roughly on your skin. Letting out a moan, you buried your face into the towel below you as Jensen chuckled. He continued to massage your entire body, being sensual yet teasing at the exact same time. Your arms, your back, your legs, all the way up until he reached your ass.

“I don’t think that area is necessary,” you nervously chuckled.

“Want to make sure that if it slips, you won't get burned, Y/N,” he responded with before slowly peeling off your bikini bottom.

You knew exactly what he was planning but fuck if you weren’t sliently begging for it.

He reached for the bottle once more to squeeze a generous amount back onto his hands before he returned to you. Once again, he took his time in sensually groping, pushing and pulling against the skin of your ass, taking a handful every once in a while and squeezing; your lip in pain from the amount of pressure you were biting it with to keep your moans in check. He noticed what you were doing and darkly smirked to himself, risking a small slap against you, your body arching. 

“Shit,” you let out, unable to hold it in. 

“Something wrong, sweetheart?” he asked.

You had no response for as he uttered those words, he connected his palm with your cheek once more, the sting drawing another moan from you.

“Yeah, you like this don’t you?” 

“Maybe,” you muttered.

“Oh?” he said, pulling away and getting up.

“Wha-what?” you hurriedly asked, getting up from your position and sitting on the pool chair.

“You didn’t say you liked it, so I stopped,” he shrugged, the look in his eyes telling you that he was teasing you.

You narrowed your eyes at him, “I know what you’re doing.”

“I’m not doing anything, babe. Just enjoying my time at the pool,” he remarked, unbuckling his belt and stripping down to his boxers. 

The second his finely toned bowlegs popped out into view, a low moan threatened to spill from your lips. Glancing back up at his face, you saw that he was smirking once again. He knows he’s sexy... asshole.

“Forget tanning, come into the pool with me,” he said before jumping into the water, the look on his face telling you that you were going to be doing much more than just swimming. 

Regardless, you got up and took off your sunglasses, placing them on the table next to the lotion before you made your way over to the steps into the pool. The second you reached them, Jensen popped back out from the water and shook his head, his golden brown hair now a darker color. 

“Come on in, I won't bite... unless you want me to,” he finished with a wink. 

You rolled your eyes at his cheesiness with a smile before continuing your way down the steps and eventually reaching the bottom, the water level just above your breasts. 

“So, what now? We have a splash fight or something?” you asked incredulously, crossing your arms over your chest, involuntarily popping your boobs out more.

Jensen released a deep growl at your ministrations, slowly stalking towards you in the water with a predatorial look in his eyes.

You backed up and eventually hit the curve of the wall in the pool behind you, Jensen still slowly approaching. Your breathing picked up and your body felt flushed under his gaze. Eventually, he reached you at the edge and paused in front of you, his eyes running over your body and face.

“Trying to tell me something there, sweetheart?” he grounded out, his face buried in your neck as your heart rate picked up.

“N-no,” you choked out.

“You sure about that?” he pressed, nipping on your neck, leaving a few bruises in his wake.

“Shit, Jay,” you moaned, reaching up and gripping at his hair that had also grown out, a perfect length to hold on to and pull. He chuckled into your neck, continuing his assault and marking you up as much as he could.

“Bad, bad girl. Teasing me,” he tsked. “Think I’m gonna have to force some obedience into you.” PLEASE! You wanted to scream out, but the only sound you made was a whimper.

He reached under the water and grabbed your legs, hoisting you up onto the edge of the water, your legs now positioned over his shoulders.

“Told you it might slip,” he said before he ripped off your bottoms. You gasped at the roughness behind his gesture while he simply grinned in return.

Without another word, he dived straight into your wanting heat, instantly shoving his tongue directly into you.

“Fuck, Jay!” your hand came up to grip on his hair.

He smiled and continued, tongue fucking you into delirium. The scratch of his beard against your clit was the most pleasurable thing that you could have felt at that moment. He was alternating between lighting up your nerves with the prick of his beard and soothing it with the warmth of his tongue. You could feel your orgasm swiftly rising to the surface, your body radiating with pleasure. 

“Shit, I’m gonna cum,” you whined.

He instantly pulled his head out from between your legs, leaving you to reach for him with a groan.

He chuckled, “You’re not cumming without my cock inside of you.”

A shot of arousal flooded you at his words and he picked up on it, his grin widening slightly. 

The warm sun only served to heat your burning body further, it was as if the ice cold pool water was room temperature. To be honest, you wouldn’t be surprised if steam would begin to erupt from the water surrounding the two of you. He pulled you down from the ledge, leveling your bodies together. You took the time to appreciate his features, his wet hair slanted against his forehead, his pink lips parted in heavy breaths from his own arousal. Water drops were falling from his hair onto his face, trailing down oh so slowly for your eyes to follow their path. A certain droplet fell onto his lips and got soaked up like a sponge, and you couldn’t hold yourself back from slotting your lips against his in eagerness. The feeling of his cold lips and his warm tongue was something that made your eyes roll to the back of your head. The complete and utter contrast of temperatures, your mouths colliding, the sun and the water, the heat rising within you; it was doing things to your body that you had never felt before. He reached behind you to undo your bra as you reached your hand into his underwear, his hard cock weightless on your hand due to the water. After unclasping your bra, he threw it somewhere to the side and moved his lips to your neck, leaving slow, warm and sensual kisses along your ear and the ridge of your collarbone. Continuing your stroking of his cock, you could feel him get bigger and bigger from every push and pull of your hand.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he pulled away from your neck to moan in your ear.

You smirked, proud of the effect you had on him, “Does that feel good baby?”

“Yeah,” he rasped, completely in your control.

You were about to take over before he recovered, pulling your hand from his pants and shimmying them down, “Not so fast, babygirl.”

He reached his hands underwater and grabbed your thighs, wrapping them around his waist as he forced your back to lean against the poolside. The wavering movements he had made the water begin to splash around the two of you, small ripples swimming throughout the pool. 

“Can’t wait to get my cock in you,” he growled, grabbing his dick and angling it towards your pussy.

The water made it difficult for you to see when he would enter you, but soon enough, you felt the hard head pressing against you. You were more than wound up and you couldn’t wait any longer. Using your legs, you pushed him in towards you, his cock entering you with ease from his previous actions and the water from the pool. 

“Shit, Jay,” you moaned, your foreheads pressed together.

“That’s right, take it nice and deep,” he soothed, pushing in until you felt his hips press against yours. 

You felt incredibly full but couldn’t help the rocking of your hips, the delicious relief you had been seeking fueling your movements. He chuckled and placed a kiss on your lips, silencing the moan that was about to come barreling out from the sharp jut of his hips. Your nails were already marking up his back and his mouth was agape in pleasure, his warm breath fanning over your face. You grabbed his chin after moving your hand from his back, the facial hair making your grip much stronger. 

“Don’t ever shave,” you moaned as you bounced on him, his cock entering and exiting you at a delectable pace. 

“If that’s what you want baby,” he promised, taking that as his mark to speed up, the water around you splashing as if you were in a jacuzzi.

The water was exploding everywhere, getting all over the poolside and on the two of you but you didn’t have a care in the world. You could feel your orgasm rushing to the surface, your body desperate for it’s sweet release. You locked your hands behind his neck to anchor you as your bodies pulled apart and came back together like opposite ends of a magnet. He was baring his teeth in a spur of pleasure and you swore the simple gesture almost had you cumming right there. 

“C’mon Jay, is that all you got?” you teased, wanting to be absolutely broken by this man.

“I’ll show you,” he smirked.

He suddenly stopped, completely.

“Jay what the fu-”

You couldn’t even complete your sentence from the drill like pounding he resumed with. It felt like he was pressing up against your womb from how deep and hard his thrusts were.

“I’m gonna fuck a baby into you,” he growled, grabbing you by the shoulders to pull you down onto him even harder.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you were unable to hold back any sort of sounds that were rising from deep within you. The one thing you appreciated the most about sex with Jensen was his sheer size and girth. He was long enough to reach deep inside of you and thick enough to stretch your walls incredulously. 

“Tell me you want it,” he grounded out. “Tell me you want me to fill you up and get you pregnant.”

The simple thought of Jensen cumming inside of you, coating your walls and eggs with his cum was already a constant thought in your head, a deep and dark kink you always had.

“Please, Jay. Cum inside of me,” you whined.

He groaned and continued to fuck into you, reaching down one of his hands to play with your clit.

“Cum for me, cum for daddy.”

His command along with the title is what threw you over the edge, your nerves lighting up and your muscles contracting around your pussy. His thrusts became erratic and his eyes began to close in ecstasy. 

“Fuck, babygirl,” he grunted into your ear, emptying his seed inside of you.

He thrusted a few more times throughout his orgasm, his own body slightly convulsing from the power behind it.

“Shit, that was hot,” he panted, pulling out of you and leaning back against the side of the pool, dragging you into his embrace and placing your head on his chest.

“Hell yeah it was,” you chuckled, still feeling the afterglow of your climax. 

“So I guess, I’m not taking the pill today?” you asked questionably, still unsure of whether he said that in the spur of the moment or not.

He turned his head to look at you before smiling and pulling you in for a sweet kiss, “Don’t.” He had whispered it so softly against your lips that you held your breath for a second. He really meant it, and he was serious.

You pulled away, “Do you- do you really want to have a kid?”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “Of course I do, don’t you?”

“Of course I do!” you rushed out, worrying about whether you gave him the wrong idea. “I just... didn’t know if that’s what you really wanted,” you mumbled, lowering your gaze.

He reached out a hand to softly grab your chin, picking up your gaze to meet his eyes, “I would love to have a child with you, Y/N.”

Your eyes shined with unshed tears and a huge smile spread across your cheeks.

“C’mon, let's go take a shower together, we’re filthy,” he chuckled, getting out of the water and pulling you along with him.

You chuckled, “Like we would actually get any cleaner.”

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the dude who invented the rule about holding hands during a seance after noticing he’s sitting next to the guy he likes: oh haven’t you heard?

[plus-size-reader]

Babe

Tommy Milner x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1706 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: The reader having a strange night with Tommy Milner, a guy she assumed would have nothing to do with her in the first place. 

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Your meeting had been happenstance. 

Your family, who had lived in Mill Valley for four generations now, had made their living primarily off of selling wheat and grain to the other farming families around you. 

Which meant that when the grain had to be delivered, in order to feed the chickens and other assorted polstry, it was your father’s job to deliver it. 

...Or, it would have been if he wasn’t blackout drunk most of the time. 

Today, like most days, he’d had a few too many beers after his long day in the field and wasn’t going to make his delivery to the Milner family farm. However, that didn’t mean Mr.Milner was expecting it any later than the agreed time. 

You were sure that your father would hear about it if it was even a few moments late, and you would have hell to pay, even if the lateness was his doing. 

That meant that you had to load the grain yourself, which you did after much work, and headed off in the direction of Milner’s farm. 

Which was where Tommy came in. 

You two had attended school together for every year you’d been going, but that didn’t mean you were in anyway comfortable with the man. After all, you ran in very different social circles and you might as well have been living on different planes of existence. 

As far as you were concerned, Tommy Milner didn’t give a damn about you and that was never going to change. Nevertheless, the grain had to be delivered and delivered, you did. 

You pulled down their long driveway, alongside long, broad stalks of corn, in a field at least a mile wide and several miles long. It took a second to get comfortable, imagining getting lost there.

It reminded you to be thankful that your father had chosen wheat instead of corn. There was just something much more unsettling about the dense nature in which corn grew. 

It was nearly enough to make your skin crawl. 

Still, you proceeded until you reached the big barn doors, and parked, honking twice to alert them of your presence. It was the same thing you’d watched your father do a million times, but there was something off about it now. 

You just didn’t like being here all alone, and you liked it even less when you saw the lanky, meandering frame of Tommy coming down the path from the farm house. 

It was just dark enough so that you couldn’t make him out entirely, but you ignored that, knowing that walk all too well. It would be hard to mistake with as bowlegged as he was. 

“Where’s your old man?” he called, noticing the difference immediately. You had never made a solo run before, even when your pops was too drunk to legally be out, so it was odd. 

Usually, you kept to yourself when Tommy spoke, led by his father’s strong hand but you didn't get that luxury today. So, you were just going to have to suck it up and get this over with. 

“He, um, couldn’t make it” you lied, knowing that he would have a cow if you actually admitted that he couldn’t even get out of his recliner when you asked. His alcoholism was no secret, but no one dared mention it. 

Everyone just kept to themselves and ignored it. 

The male nodded, bracing himself against the truck, his hand holding onto the door where the window was rolled down. He had gloves on, which made for quite the contrast against his lettermans jacket. 

Not that you bothered to mention it. 

“The wheelbarrow got left in the field so I’ll go grab it and then I can help you unload” he shrugged, gesturing over to the field where it had presumably been left. 

With that, Tommy moved away from the truck and started that way, before stopping again after a few steps. “You wanna walk with me? Y’know, so you aren’t scared?” he called, a snide tone to his voice toward the end. 

A change in tone that didn’t surprise you. 

Tommy didn’t want you to forget your place. The two of you weren’t friends, you weren’t anything other than two people who had been forced into this by their parents. He didn’t want you to get the right idea, or maybe he was just being cruel. 

Either way, you hurried from the truck to his side. Tommy may have been an asshole but he wasn’t going to murder you, and you coudln’t say the same for whatever could be lurking around the barn. 

You felt pretty good about taking your chances with him, all things considered. 

Though, you couldn’t help but rethink that decision a few minutes into the walk, which seemed to be much longer than you’d anticipated, in total silence to boot. See, Tommy didn’t know what to say to you either. 

You two didn’t seem to have anything in common, but that changed once again when you turned the corner down the path and came face-to-face with the most horrible scarecrow you’d ever seen in your life. 

“Oh my god, what is that?” you gasped, unconsciously walking closer to Tommy down the path as you neared where it was, staying away from the dense stalks as if they’d reach out and grab you.

You couldn’t imagine who in their right mind had thought that was a good idea, but the man at your side only laughed. “We call that ugly bastard Harold” he allowed, getting right up on him as if daring him to try something. 

You hated it, but you did your best to avoid letting Tommy know that. Not that it mattered in any way because he had already beaten you to it. 

“Why don’t you give him a kiss if you like him so much?” he joked, reaching down to grab ‘Harold’s’ arm, gesturing it toward you which only served to make your skin crawl that much more. 

“Stop it, that thing is awful” you groaned, folding your arms across your chest, doing your best to keep your composure. Though, Tommy could tell that you weren’t having a good time. 

...And luckily for you, he gave up the cruel joke before you could really start panicking. 

“Don’t worry babe, I’ll protect you” he winked, cackling again when your eyes widened slightly at his joke. It shouldn’t have shocked you, but of course, it did. 

You hadn’t expected him to go that far. 

However, as the walk continued, you found yourself relaxing more and more in Tommy’s company and surprisingly, he did the same. You two didn’t know much about each other, but it didn’t stop you from having a good time. 

Before long, he was laughing and joking, holding your hand in his own as the two of you navigated through the cornfield. So much so, in fact, that by the time you got to the wheelbarrow, you had nearly forgotten about your task. 

It had just been such a good time. 

“You know? You aren’t as lame as I thought you were” he tried, grinning at you as you took in his words, faking upset. “Well, you aren’t as much of an asshole as everyone says” you shot back, sticking your tongue out at him. 

Two could play at this game. 

“Fair point” he shrugged, reaching down to grab the handle of the wheelbarrow that had been resting in the dirt. You had to head back at some point, as much as you wanted to just stay here. 

Though, you didn’t really want to spend all night in this field. 

“Hop in babe, I’ll pull” he commanded, gesturing down to the red wheelbarrow, which he, apparently, intended for you to sit in like a child at the park. Something that you weren’t really jumping to do.

Maybe Tommy had made peace with you, but that was liable to change as soon as he tried to pull you along in a wagon for a mile or so. Even still, you found yourself doing as he asked...ignoring Harold when you passed. 

You hated that thing. 

However, that couldn’t have been farther from your mind when your father’s work truck came into view, the porch light illuminating the barn from where you were. 

That only meant one thing, and that was that your night was over, and you were actually not looking forward to it. You thought going in that you would regret every moment of this but that wasn’t the case. 

“You can just leave the grain here, I’ll carry it in tomorrow” he prompted, offering you a hand to step out of the wheelbarrow before making his way over to the pickup, unlatching the back. 

“Are you sure? I can help” you tried, hoping that he wouldn’t get in any hot water with his parents if they found out. Though, he didn’t seem the least bit phased at the threat. 

As long as it got done, they wouldn’t care how long it took. 

“Trust me babe, I’ll take care of it” he assured, giving you a wink as he pulled the last bag from the back of your truck. You had to get home soon, and he didn’t want your old man to question it. 

So, once that was taken care of, he opened your drivers side door and waited for you to get up inside the cab, only stopping right before the door shut. “I’ll see you later” he hummed, leaning in close to you until your faces were only an inch or so apart. 

Though, once he was there, Tommy didn’t persist as you assumed he would. Instead, he waited for you to nudge your face a little closer to his and then he finally brought his lips to your own. 

It was a relatively quick kiss, as neither of you were trying to get caught by his parents, but it was nice nonetheless. Though, you found it hard to comprehend how this had happened.

In fact, only one thing was for sure, and that was that by the time you pulled away from the Milner family farm, you had butterflies swarming your belly that would take quite some time to fade away. 

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What Is and What Should Never Be: Chapter One

Dean x reader

Word Count-2776

Warnings-language, tiny bit of angst,fluff

A/N-This is my first attempt at a series. I hope you enjoy.

 Shit!

That is Y/n’s first thought as the vamp throws her to the wall. She is not worried about the ache in her ribs or the bump on her head though. She is worried about what the green-eyed man looking at her is going to do. Dean has never been one to let it go when she or Sam slip up and get hurt. Now that they are a couple, she has no idea how he is going to react. She is back to her feet and taking the head off the fang that threw her. Maybe if she takes it down, he won’t be as upset, prove to him she can take care of herself. She can only hope, not wanting their first fight together to be over a hunt. Especially over the fact she got a little banged up. That comes with the territory of the occupation. Explaining that to Dean Winchester, however, is another story.

They have only been a thing for a few weeks now. A drunken night leading to the confessions of how they feel for each other.

She was leaving from the kitchen after cleaning up from dinner. Her plan was to take a shower and go to bed. They had not had a hunt in a few days, and she wanted to catch up on her sleep. Rounding the corner into the library, she sees Dean sitting there, whiskey in hand. He has not noticed her, so she takes the opportunity to appreciate the beautiful man that he is. Y/n has had feelings for Dean for a few months. They have known each other since they were kids. Their fathers hunting together on occasion. Only after getting back in touch and moving in the bunker to hunt with the boys did the romantic feelings begin to develop.

“What’s up Y/n?” Dean asks after sensing her presence. Which was not hard. Since she had moved in, he could not get enough of being around her. Her scent imbedded in his senses. He would always know she was close.

“Not much. Going to take a shower and call it a night. Good night Dean.” She says, smiling at him as he turns to look at her.

“How about you have a drink with me first? We really have not had much time to hang out lately.” Dean is smiling, the one that makes his eyes crinkle. She can never tell him no when she smiles at her like that.

“Sure Dean. I will have one drink.” Except one drink turned into four and they are both drunk.

“I do think I am a little tipsy Winchester.” Y/n says laying her head over on Dean’s shoulder. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Breathing his scent deep into her chest. He always smells like his body wash, whiskey, and leather. The scent absolutely intoxicating.

“I do believe we both are sweetheart.” Dean is laughing, leaning his head over to rest on hers. His eyes closed too. The two of them enjoying the other. No idea they both harbor the same feelings toward one another. Dean wraps his arm around her and pulls her tighter into his side. Y/n looks up to smile at him, and before he realizes, he is leaning down placing a soft kiss to her lips. Dean is about to pull away when her hand slides behind his neck to pull him deeper into the kiss. The kiss lasting until the need to breathe is making them pull away.

“That was…Wow.” Y/n’s voice barely above a whisper. Her hot breath on his lips sending chills down his spine.

“I like you Y/n. I know this life makes it hard to be in a relationship, but I want to try if you will have me.” Dean is holding his breath, secretly praying to whoever will listen that she feels the same, and the kiss was not just a need born from lust.

“I like you Dean, and I want to try too.” The smile on her face taking his breath away. He places another kiss to her lips.

The relationship has been doing well since that night. Y/n is hoping it will stay that way after tonight’s hunt. Dean has been quiet since they took out the nest. Y/n has been watching and waiting for the other shoe to drop. Just waiting to hear the lecture of how she needs to be more careful. Sam is looking between the two like he is expecting them to grow another head from their shoulders. The silence from Dean and the weird looks from Sam is making her more nervous and agitated.

“Alright Winchester, let me have it.” Y/n has stopped almost to Baby. Her hands on her hips bracing for the wrath she is sure is coming.

“What are you talking about Y/n?” Dean looks over his shoulder. A look of confusion on his face.

“You have nothing to say about what happened back there?” She is beginning to become confused herself.

“What? That vamp that flung you in the wall. You handled it sweetheart.” Dean says with a shrug ands turns to make his way to the trunk. Sam and Y/n are looking at each other. Neither know what to say.

“You are not mad?” She asks with hesitancy. Hoping that this would actually blow over and he isn’t keeping it bottled up for later. Dean sees the hesitation coming from her and sighs. He drops his duffle in the trunk and walks back to her. Once he reaches her, he pulls her tight to his chest, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“Y/n, when we agreed to try this, I meant I really wanted to try. The talk we had about how we wanted things to go, I listened to you babe.  I know I can be an ass, but please give me the chance to prove that we can do this.” He is smiling but she can see the hurt in his eyes. She had promised to give this a chance and she was already jumping to conclusions.

“I’m sorry Dean.” She leans up to kiss the bottom of his chin. She has figured out that he really likes that. “You’re right. I should not have jumped to conclusions.” The smile on his face now is more genuine.

“It’s ok sweetheart. How about we go home huh?”  Y/n nods, reaching to lace her fingers with his. Sam is waiting on them beside the car, ready to go home as much as they are. She opens the door to make her way into the backseat. Sam’s hand on her shoulder stops her movements.

“You can have shotgun this time. I am tired and think I will take a nap.” Sam smiles at her. She knows he isn’t that tired. He is letting her have a little time with Dean. Sam wants this to work as much as they do. Seeing his brother and best friend happy makes him happy too.

“Thanks Sammy.” Y/n winks, laughing at Sam rolling his eyes.

“Don’t make me change my mind Y/l/n.” Sam fakes annoyance pointing at her. Y/n is grabbing her chest like she is shock.

“You here that Dean? He broke out the last name!” Dean is laughing. Looking between his girlfriend and brother. Enjoying the fact that things seem to be going good for them all right now.

They have been on the road around two hours now. Sam is asleep in the backseat. Y/n and Dean both shocked he really fell asleep. Y/n is staring out the passenger window, her y/h/c blowing gently from the breeze coming from the half-opened window. Dean is having a hard time keeping his eyes on the road. Not because he is tired, but because it is hard to look away from her. Dean is not sure if he is love with her or not, but he is sure that he cares for her deeply. Knowing he would do anything for her. Y/n senses his eyes on her. She turns her head, catching him looking. The blush that creeps into his cheeks makes her smile.

“What’s on your mind Dean?” She smirks as he clears his throat.

“Nothing sweetheart. Can’t a man just enjoy looking at his gorgeous girlfriend?” Dean can see her blushing now.

“Sure Dean.” She laughs turning to look back out the window. She knows what he was thinking. Probably the same thing she has been. Sex. They had talked about it and agreed to hold off, wanting to take their time with the relationship and not hurry anything. It does not make it any easier. Dean is sex personified. His pouty lips, strong arms, toned but soft stomach, and those thick bowlegs. The thought making her feel flushed.

“Penny for your thoughts.” Dean’s voice bringing her out of her daydream. At the right time too. She does not know how much longer she could have held off if her thoughts kept going that direction.

“Not much. Just thinking about us.” She says still staring out the window. Dean swallows the lump in his throat. His insecurity making his thoughts go straight to that she must not want this anymore. He tries to steady his voice.

“What about us darlin’?” He failed. She heard the way his voice rose in pitch, the fear making it break.

“Dean, do not do that please.” She is looking at him now. Her face only lit up by the dashboard lights, he is not able to really read it.

“Do what?” He knows what she is going to say before he asks.

“Think so low of yourself. I was not thinking anything bad about us, promise.” She is smiling at him. How can one person’s smile be everything you need? Dean reaches across the leather seats to intertwine his fingers with hers. The feeling of her hand in his always so comforting.

“C’mere.” Dean says tugging her hand to pull her into his side. She giggles and lays her head on his shoulder. “Much better.”

“Dean Winchester, who knew you were such sap?” She says leaning in to place her hand across his chest.

“Well, you bring that out in me baby, and if you tell anyone I will have to kill you.” They are both laughing hysterically.

“I’ll keep that in mind Dean.” Y/n leans up to place a kiss to his cheek. Dean’s heart is fluttering in his chest. He moves to let her move her head to his lap, letting her get more comfortable. No sooner does she get comfortable and starts to doze they hear a voice from the backseat.

“She may not tell, but I will.” Sam’s voice still sounds tired, but you can hear the laugh he is holding back.

“Damnit Sammy! If you say anything I swear..” Y/n erupts in laughter. Her whole body shaking. Dean loves to see her this way.

“You think that is funny sweetheart? I will give you something to laugh about.” Y/n is already moving to try and get away. She knows what he is going to do. Dean pins her with his arm and starts to tickle her side. Amid the tickling, she squirms to get away and accidentally throws her head into Dean’s crotch.

“Son of a Bitch!” The sudden pain making him swerve. He gets Baby back on the road and slows down. Pulling over to stop on the side of the road.

“Dean, Oh God! I am so sorry!” Y/n is apologizing but you can still hear her fighting back the laughter.

“That is what you get Dean. You know she flops like a fish out of water when she is being tickled.” Sam is full out laughing now.

“Hey! I do not look like a fish!” She sits up and crosses her arms over her chest. Faking a pout.

“Yes, you do.” Sam and Dean both say at the same time.

“Whatever. You can have shotgun Sam. This fish is going to go to sleep.” Y/n says rolling her eyes. She is out of the car and letting Sam move from the backseat.

“Actually, Sam you can drive. I am pretty beat myself.” Dean says throwing Sam the Keys. “Don’t get in yet Y/n. Let me in first.” She looks at him like he is crazy.

“Dean, I just said I was taking the backseat.” He grins reaching out to pull her in the backseat with him.

“I know. We can share. Now come here and lay down.” Dean has his back against the seat and pulls her down in front him, pulling her back against his chest. Sam gets behind the wheel, giving it gas to make their way to the bunker. They lay quiet for a few minutes, enjoying the vibration in the seat lulling them to sleep. Dean leans to place a kiss behind her ear, feeling her shiver.

“Good night Y/n. Get some rest darlin’.” Y/n turns to kiss his nose, something she does that he has grown to enjoy.

“Night Dean.” They both drift off in a peaceful sleep.

Y/n’s eyes flutter open, rolling over to get comfortable. Why does she have so much room? She jumps at startled, not realizing where she is for a moment. She looks around to see that she is in her room in the bunker. She does not remember making it back. Dean must have carried her to her room and put her in bed. She stands to stretch her aching muscles, her ribs a little sore, only to realize he had also taken off her jeans. She doesn’t know why the thought is making her blush. He has seen her in just her bra and panties before when he would have to help patch her up. Something about him doing this for her now gives her butterflies. She shakes her head to try and clear the dirty thoughts creeping in her mind, throwing on a pair of pajama shorts, and her hair up in a messy bun. She leaves her room to maker her way to the kitchen. The smell of coffee and bacon filling her nose. Dean is awake, the smell of bacon giving it away. Sam would always make coffee, but you only smelled bacon if Dean were up. She rounds the corner, a smile showing on her face as she takes in the scene before her. Dean is standing at the stove, shirtless, his muscles flexing, swaying his hips to the song that is playing. Y/n must bite her lip to keep a moan from escaping. He is a fucking Adonis, standing there with his sweatpants hung low, gripping that tight ass just perfectly.

“Morning Y/n.” Y/n jumps out of her skin. She did not hear Sam walking up behind her.

“Morning sweetheart.” Dean says looking over his shoulder to see her standing in the doorway, winking at her before turning back to the stove. “How long have you been standing there staring at me?”

“I just got here Dean. I wasn’t staring.” She turns to rush to the coffee pot. Trying to hide the redness of her face. A mix of lust from watching him and embarrassment that he caught her.

“Sure Y/n. I could feel your eyes on me.” He is laughing as he is plating breakfast.

“Shut up Winchester.” Y/n mumbles taking her seat at the table.

“Awww someone is embarrassed Dean.” Sam is getting a kick out her situation. Not finding it funny, she kicks him under the table.

“Ow Y/n. What the hell.” Sam says reaching down to rub his shin.

“Awww someone’s whiny Dean.” Her voice is laced with sarcasm. Dean is laughing at both. They are like a bunch of kids when they get started.

“Alright, Alright, you guys stop and let’s eat.” Y/n sticks her tongue out at Sam, and he rolls his eyes.

“Hey sweetheart, I was wondering, would you like to go out on a date tomorrow night? We have not had a chance to go on a first date.” She turns to face him. Her face bright and her eyes shining.

“Really Dean? You want to take me on a date?” Dean cannot help but laugh. She looks like a kid that just got a pony for Christmas.

“Of course, Y/n. That is the kind of thing couples do.” They both smile. The fact they are a couple now is still so new.

“Yes Dean. A date sounds nice.” He leans down to place a short sweet kiss to her lips. The excitement about their first date in the air. Little did they know what the fates had in store for them.

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I know that Jared goes crazy for Jensen in bed, but it seems like Jensen is always driven crazy by Jared. I'd like to see a snippet where Jensen drives Jared crazy in bed.

Apologies for the super late reply. Really, I had plans to get to all of this sooner, but *waves hand at life in general* 

So, I didn’t exactly manage to get there yet. Like, this is an excellent prompt. And something I absolutely want to write, because it absolutely happened. Definitely less frequently than the other way around, but Jensen certainly had his fun with Jared. Especially when he came back from a trip maybe, or when he wanted to “punish” Jared for taking him to a super boring business dinner. However, when I started on this ages ago, it went kinda off the rails into total schmoop territory. Ahem. Anyway, I’m cleaning out my inbox, so I’m going to post a little snippet of what I have now, with the promise that it will expand into a timestamp called Realizations in which Jared slowly realizes just how gone he is for Jensen. Which will include him going crazy over Jensen in bed.

I hope you’ll still like it, even though it’s not exactly your prompt, and again, sorry about it being so late. I imagine this takes place sometime at the end of their first year together.

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Sometimes Jared forgot. He saw Jensen every day. Every way. Saw him with mussed hair and squinty eyes, sleep still clinging to his lashes in the morning. Saw him yawn and scratch his belly, saw him brush his teeth, put deodorant under his arms. He saw him sweaty and flushed, saw him clipping his toenails, saw him pull grimaces when he worked out. 

Of course, Jensen was still beautiful then. In a way that Jared got used to. But then sometimes, Jensen was lounging in the armchair by the window reading, the light hitting his eyes in a way that made them light up bright green and made the freckles dance golden on his skin and Jared could only stop and watch him. Sometimes, Jensen played with the dogs in the backyard and his smile was so blindingly bright Jared couldn't breathe. Sometimes Jensen arched his back in that sinuous curve and Jared lost his mind. Sometimes, even though Jared was used to him by now, sometimes Jensen’s beauty still took his breath away. 

Like now, when Jensen was making a late entrance to the Nine.

He was wearing a simple black v-neck and light gray jeans that were basically painted onto his legs. They showed off his bowlegged swagger and Jared had the sudden urge to watch Jensen ride him, hands bound to a chain in the ceiling, only being able to ride Jared’s dick by working his strong thighs. 

“You okay there, Jared?” Chad’s voice was amused. 

“Fuck you,” Jared shot back. He knew the hunger must have been showing on his face and he tried to relax. “Chicago’s number one skirt chaser does not get to mock me for fantasizing about a hot piece of ass."

Jared didn’t take his eyes off of Jensen. Just like the rest of the people in the club, men and women alike whose eyes were filled with incredulous wonder or naked hunger. 

Chad laughed and poured some more whiskey. They were more than a few drinks in and Jared was pleasantly buzzed. They’d closed a new deal today, bought a little more harbor property through a bunch of shell companies that couldn't be traced back to PadaSystems and they’d started celebrating at the office. But it wasn’t a celebration until Jensen got here. 

Jensen reached the booth and security let him through with deferential nods. In the beginning they hadn’t paid him much attention, but by now everyone had caught on that Jensen was important. He wasn't just the fuck of the week, a pretty bedbunny. He was the real thing. 

“Hey babe,” Jensen said and his deep voice wrapped around Jared. "I see you started celebrating without me."

Even though there was a hint of teasing in his voice, Jensen’s eyes were warm and fond. 

Jared grinned and raised his hand to signal their waitress. “I'm sure you can catch up.”

She brought Jensen’s usual bottle of champagne, and then Gen joined their booth and she and Jensen started discussing an exhibit Gen wanted to run for publicity and wanted Jensen’s input for. To Jared’s right, Chad was talking with Rosey, and for a moment, Jared was content just to have Jensen’s back pressed against his outstretched arm on the backrest of the couch, watching Jensen talk with Gen.

Hearing Jensen talk about art and business, Jared was once again struck by how sharp Jensen’s mind was, how smart he was. Strong and independent, too, and he was still here with Jared. And Jared would give anything in the world to keep him. Forever. 

Fuck. 

Chad slidled up next to him. “Why do you look like someone just hit you on the head with a two by four?" 

“No reason.” But Jared wasn't looking away from Jensen quickly enough. 

“Of course,” Chad said softly. “Who do I need to kill?”

Jared snorted. He pulled his arm away from Jensen and leaned forward to reach for the bottle of whiskey to top of his glass. “No one. You can’t fix this one,” he told Chad quietly.

“And what’s that?" Chad asked, watching Jensen talk to Gen.

“I want him.”

“You have him.”

Jared shook his head. “Forever.”

There was a pause. Then Chad slowly turned to look at him. “Forever?”

Jared nodded. 

“As in married forever?” 

“Don’t worry, he’d never say yes,” Jared said derisively. 

He thought of his and Chad’s vow to be bachelors on the prowl forever. They’d made it when they were still at Stanford after Jared had broken up with Chris, his only boyfriend before Jensen. Chad had come out of one of his messy one month relationships with a model and both of them had sworn never again. Too many obligations, too many compromises, not enough fun, not enough freedom. And Jared had never wanted to date again. Had never been tempted by anyone. But Jensen had crashed into his life, gotten under his skin with the first defiant words he’d spoken and Jared had never found a way to stop wanting him, not even when Jensen had left him and Jared and hadn’t known, not for sure anyway, if he’d ever see him again. 

“Hmm.” Chad let out a long, thoughtful sound. “You never know. Jensen—” 

“Don’t.” Jared didn’t need false hope. 

“Alright.” Chad's hand landed on his shoulder, squeezed once. “But just because he wouldn’t agree to a legal claim on him doesn’t mean he’s not gonna stay. And I mean, do you really care if the government says you’re married? 

“I don’t give a rat’s ass about what the government says.”

“So what’s the big deal?”

“I want everyone to know that he’s mine.” Jared’s fists clenched. “I want him to say, publicly, in front of the entire world, that he’s mine. I want him to promise that he’ll be mine forever and I want him to mean it.” 

“Ah.” Chad patted his shoulder several times. “Good luck with getting him to say any of that out loud. In front of witnesses.” Chad let out a short laugh. “Man, you’re so fucked."

“Thanks, asshole.”

That moment, Jensen turned back to Jared. “What did Chad do now?” he asked, had obviously caught the end of their conversation.

“Nothing,” Jared said, having trouble controlling the wild feelings in his chest. “Come here.”

Jensen came willingly, with a knowing smile bordering on smug, but he came, and Jared pulled him in and kissed him, didn’t give him room to draw back, to breath, just took his mouth, deep and absolute, until Jensen was panting heavily.

“Jesus, Jared, what—”

“We’re going home,” Jared said, trying to control his uneven breathing. “Now.” 

Jensen stared at him, swallowed, but then nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

[whispersandwhiskerburn]

Heeeeeeyyyyyy!!!!!!! How about "but you always said you liked that?"

Truth in the Mirror

Drabble Length:1093Pairing: Dean x ReaderWarnings: None. 

“So, did you get the package? Merry Christmas, Y/N!”

You rolled your eyes at the over-enthusiastic response coming through your phone. Vance Wilson was naive, sweet, and very much still a kid at heart. You knew he had a huge crush on you, but the young hunter did nothing for you, especially since you and Dean had become an item.

You pushed the box, still unopened away and smiled at the card. “Yeah, Vance, I got your present. Thanks, and Merry Christmas.” You tried to end the conversation with your tone.

No luck.

“Have you opened it yet? I want to know what you think…And I was hoping, maybe, if you didn’t have any plans for new years…”

“Um, sorry, Vance. Dean and I are planning on a little vacation together in a week that should last through the new year. But thanks again for the gift.”

You hurriedly hung up, biting your lip at how blunt you had been in crushing the kid’s hopes. Oh well. Maybe he would stop following you like a puppy now.

You looked at the unopened present. What had he sent you anyway?

“Hey, babe, you hungry?” Dean stepped into the main room holding his cup of coffee and still sleepy-eyed.

You smiled at him, putting the antique artifact mirror back down in the packaging.

“I could eat. Do you have any idea how adorable you look right now? With your crinkled up eyes, and your robe?”

He raised an eyebrow and chuckled at your admission. 

“Good to have it confirmed. I always thought I was adorable, you know.”

You rolled your eyes at his brush-off, then stood up, walking past him into the kitchen. You meant to leave it at that, but decided you should call him on it.

“You know, you shouldn’t ignore me when I say something nice about you. I get it, the whole fake bragging is your version of being self-deprecating and humble, but it gets annoying after a while.”

Dean shot you a strange look, but you just helped yourself to a cup of coffee. He should be able to handle the truth about himself.

“Ooookay then. Good morning to you too.” Dean’s voice implied that he had a question or he was worried. You had no idea why.

“Why are you talking like that? I’m just being honest. Anyway, are you offering to cook breakfast? Let me guess: pancakes, right?”

You meant to be teasing with that last bit, but it came out a bit snide, as if you were criticizing his favorite breakfast option.

Which, now you thought about it, deserved to be criticized. You weren’t five after all, and pancakes got old after a while.

“It’s almost always pancakes with you. Do you struggle with anything else? How about an omelette? Or bagels with cream cheese? Would it kill you to try some variety? With you, it’s pancakes, burgers, pie, and that’s about it.” 

Your tone was getting more accusatory, but it was the straight truth. How he could stand to eat the same thing all the time was beyond your comprehension.

“Wait. You don’t like my pancakes now? But you always said you liked that?”

He wasn’t listening. Again. You watched as he put the mug down, his eyes wary as he walked closer to you.

“What’s up with you Y/N? Did you not sleep well or something?”

You rolled your eyes. So maybe you were grumpy. Stupid Vance and his stupid present.

You told Dean about it, not caring if you were overly harsh, not hiding any part of your frustration that the kid wouldn’t take your hints. You didn’t want to hurt him, but come on. How dense was the guy anyway? 

“And sending a hand-held antique mirror? What kind of gift is that? Was he saying I’m vain?” You pointed to the table and Dean approached the opened package as if it held something dangerous.

“Dean, what’s with you? Why are you being so suspicious?”

“Because you’re not acting like yourself, right now, Y/N. It’s like your brain-mouth filter has vanished. And it sounds like it started when you looked at that mirror. Sam and I fought Veritas once, and she made everyone tell the truth. Maybe this is something like that.”

You thought that over.

“So that little idiot send me a cursed object or something? Why? If it just makes me say whatever I’m thinking, how would that….oh. Vance thought it would make me say that I liked him or something. He wanted me to open it while I was on the phone with him, the little toad.

“Or maybe he thought I’d spew truth until you dumped me or something.” Dean shot you a wry smile and shook his head. He slipped off his robe and threw it on top of the mirror, careful not to look at his reflection. 

Of course, that left him standing there in just his boxers. 

“Now, that’s a good morning view, if I do say so.” You shared a smile with Dean, then realized that it was probably not appropriate to compliment his broad shoulders and narrow hips right now. Your mouth kept going anyway.

“Damn, Dean, you’re hot. Your shoulders, your hips, I mean, even your bowlegs are beautiful to me. It makes me want to drag you back to bed again. When do we leave for vacation again? That old hunting cabin of Bobby’s should get snowed in and I’m looking forward to all of that alone time right now to have my way with you.”

“Y/N” Dean groaned your name like you were testing his patience or something. “Let me go put this into a curse box in storage. Then we’ll see if you still want to talk about this, okay?”

You watched him carefully pick up the wrapped mirror and start to walk away. 

“Good. I’m going to call Vance back and let him learn exactly what I think while I can. Afterall, that’s what he wanted, right? No concealing, all my thoughts about him without any filter? He won’t like what he hears, but that’s exactly what he deserves.”

Dean smiled, then turned back and took your phone from your hand. 

“Maybe he deserves it, but I think you’d regret it later if I let you make a call right now. Once this is locked up tight, I’ll give you your phone back and you can deal with Vance however you like.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips then walked away again.

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15x07 Commentary

YEAH I’M SO LATE BUT I HAVE SHIT TO DO .

Bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

@smol-and-grumpy​ (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon​  (Kat)  

@waywardbaby​  (Zee)

@ain-t-bovvered  (Giulia)

Nat : 3

Nat : 2

Nat : 1

Nat : go

Giulia: Yas eileen

Zee: This thing with the bullet I still don’t completely get

Kat: So happy she’s back

Kat: It’s not a real bullet

Giulia: Us

Nat : do they always have to have a flashback tho

Zee: Future corpses

Kat: But it’s explained a bit more this episode

Nat : Tag yourself

Giulia: I know the blonde one

Giulia: I’m the brunette

Zee: I’m the brunette

Kat: Brunette for sure

Nat : I'm a mix

Kat: Nah babe you’re the blonde

Zee: I’ve only been the blonde once

Zee: Amazing

Nat : What

Nat : I didn't hear a car

Kat: At least the blonde didn’t get murdered

Zee: Bitch wipe the spit

Nat : Yet

Giulia: Oh no clean your lips yuck

Kat: Too much throw up sound

Nat : Ridiculous. You would still hear it

Giulia: Well ok wow

Giulia: I jumped not gonna lie

Nat : Ew What is that

Zee: Was that a werewolf ?

Giulia: The wendigo feels

Nat : snorts

Kat: Red shirt of sex

Giulia: Oh look wallowing in depression again

Nat : Ah Deano

Zee: Weak

Kat: Yum

Kat: No surprise there

Zee: What’s that sound of his lips?

Nat : "Yeah"

Zee: Mostly

Kat: SAM AND EILEEN ARE SO CUTE

Giulia: OH NO I LOVE THIS

Zee: Real bacon

Nat : Real bacon?

Nat : lol

E: We might've gotten just a little carried away with the margaritas last night.

Giulia: WOW

Kat: Fucking adorable

Giulia: SO DOMESTIC

Kat: So domestic

S: You're turning down bacon?

D: Mm, yes, yeah, I'm actually... I'm gonna head out.

Kat: Get out

Giulia: DEAN’s weird

Zee: I’m good Dean motto

Nat : "I'm good" I'M GOOD, GOOOOOOOOD

D: It means I got to... I got to get out of here, okay? I just... I got to...I'm gonna take a drive, clear my head.

S: Eileen and I have stuff to do.

Giulia: Lol

Giulia: I BET U DO

Zee: Look at that face

Kat: Aw someone’s feeling like a third wheel

Zee: Aaagggggghhh

Giulia: MY GOD

Kat: The dimples

D: Um, okay, but if, uh, things go your way, just make sure you put the sock on the door so I know.

Nat : sock on the door

Zee: Sock on the door

Kat: The wink melts

Giulia: not only on the door

Nat : well that would be highly uncomfortable

Giulia: Oh shush you know what im talking about

Nat : What's with the hair

Kat: DUKES IS A CLUE

Zee: Can he shut his face ?

Giulia: The accent lol

Giulia: He weird

Nat : Jensen's jealous that the sheriff can have an accent and he doesn't

Zee: Do you all talk like that Kat ?

Kat: Excuse you. I do not speak like that.

Giulia: Snort

Kat: Dean is not impressed

Zee: Can we focus on the scruff for just a sec?

Giulia: And the crazy hair

Nat : SHUT YO FACE

Kat: The blue steel

Giulia: You’ve got the look

Zee: Is he hitting on him?

Giulia: IS IT TIME

Zee: Swayze’s???

Kat: Roadhouse nod

Zee: Look at that strut

Giulia: Nice

Nat : Fun that there's only one parking spot left right in front

Giulia: I wanna go in a dump like that

Nat : Lots of Woo girls

Giulia: Hand it over

Nat : Get in line

Giulia: Lol i like her. Will she die

Giulia: Oh well now she will

Zee: Nice

Nat : Ow

Kat: Damn girl

Giulia: Cute. They cute

Kat: Dean friggin Winchester

Zee: Is this ep filled with his close ups?

Giulia: So cute

Nat : HE owns this joint?

Zee: I’m happy

Nat : Will this be the place where Dean will always end up tho. Because his friend owns the joint

Zee: Look at that couple

Giulia: SO CUTE

Giulia: the stares

Giulia: Cute

Kat: SO CUTE

Giulia: Why don t we do something fun

Zee: Do something fun

S: Yeah. Um... ideas?

E: I mean, a few.

Zee: Go girl

Kat: GET IT EILEEN

Giulia: NO. COME ON

Zee: Seriously ???

Giulia: AH BUT IT S CAS SO OK

Kat: It’s not okay

Kat: CAS IS A FUCKING COCKBLOCKING ANGEL

Nat : Ah

Giulia: my bb has done nothing wrong in his entire existence,ever, shut yo mouths

Zee: WHAT A COCK BLOCK

Nat : Snort

S: So we've been looking for signs of Chuck and Lilith

C:  Lilith?

S: Yeah, uh, she's back.

Giulia: U should have read your messages cas

Nat : Hey, nobody can say that they've been cock blocked by an aNgEL oF tHe LorD

Zee: I think that Sam’s virginity might have grown back man

C: So there may be some of you inside Chuck.

Giulia: Ew

Zee: Ew

Nat : Is that sexual

Giulia: Family business beers lol

Kat: I think you’re right

L: I always liked that crusty son of a bitch.

Giulia: Awe dad. Crusty sob lol

Kat: Oh.

Kat: No

Giulia: Ah well praises from dad Winchester

Zee: His crinkles are distracting me

Giulia: And his smirk

Kat: Aren’t they great

Nat : THE MAN IS DISTRACTING ME

Giulia: ...ah that stare

Zee: So that’s how you felt last ep? @Giulia

Giulia: Yes. U get it now

Zee: He needs to shut up

Giulia: Awe dean. And now some zoom

Nat : Dean, you don't wanna do that

Zee: That head nod hurt my soul

S: Cass, are you sure about this?

C: No, but I am sure I can't heal the wound. Maybe I can probe it.

Giulia: Yes probe cas

Zee: Probe

Kat: Ew lol

Giulia: Im ready

Giulia: Same

Zee: This is gonna sting

Nat : This is gonna sting

Nat : snorts

Giulia: Sam are you ok

Nat : a little

Giulia: Awe

Giulia: Oh wow

Kat: DAMN IT

Giulia: Nice cas

Nat : AH

Zee: Amazing

Nat : Well he's not ok now is he

Kat: Poor Sammy

Giulia: Awe that cheek rub

Zee: Sam knocked out again

D: This is Dean's other-other-other-other phone. Leave a message.

Zee: Other other other

Giulia: AH how does it feels now cas

C: Dean, I need you to call me back. Sam is hurt, and I..

Nat : How many phones does he has

Zee: Jaggers

Giulia: Look at that tuff of hair

Nat : Ew

Giulia: Slutty

Kat: Everything about him is slutty

Zee: Can’t spell it

Zee: Love it tho

Nat : Split up Triplets?

Zee: He’s gonna get some me thinks

Giulia: What a dumb stare

Kat: Ah I miss blushy Dean

Giulia: Oh him again

Nat : Who dat

Giulia: Sam winchester is hurt

Giulia: What else is new

Giulia: The one with gabe grace

Nat : A collecter

Kat: You think so huh

C: Let me rephrase. If you don't help me tonight,

Zee: Cas is serious

Giulia: WHO U CALLING

Kat: A return of badass Cas finally

Giulia: Lol yellow fever

Nat : Cas has zero patience

Giulia: Same

Zee: We’ve been knew

Giulia: U have even less

Nat : No but I just don't think that he'll get any this season cuz it won't do anything to the plot

Nat : Plot of dying guest stars

D: Trust me, uh, bigger doesn't always equal better.  

Giulia: what she said

D: Besides, who's gonna look out after the little guy? God certainly isn't.

Giulia: Damn brother that’s rough

Zee: Rough decade

Zee: No shit

Giulia: He has no idea

Kat: Ugh that smile

Nat : Dean has doubts. I hate that

Giulia: aw look that is future dean if he’s going on like that

Giulia: GIMME

L: Remember that old song your dad used to play us before we'd go out on a Hunt?

Giulia: GIMME THE SONG. GIMMIEH

D: Oh, no.

All of us: Oh, yeah.

Zee: YAS

Giulia: come on BOI

Kat: I had to look the song up

Giulia: YEAH what song

Kat: I didn’t know it 😂

Zee: LIPSYNCHING

Kat: Dukes was a clue

Zee: DUKES OF HAZARD

Giulia: idk her

Zee: THE SHOW

Giulia: still don’t know her

Giulia: AWE HE NERVOUS

Nat : YEEEEEE HAW

Giulia: YEEEEP

Kat: DEA IS SO NERVOUS AND SHY AND CUTE

Giulia: FUCK OFF

Kat: Exactly

Giulia: flips table

Kat: HE REALLY SINGS

Kat: THAT LOW NOTE

Nat : Better than Karaoke Demon Dean

Giulia: don’t let him hear you

Giulia: YAAAS

Kat: FUCK ME

Zee: Wait in line

Zee: He’s so happy I’m scared

Giulia: AWE 20sec of happiness

Kat: NO

Giulia: STOP. MY BODY CAN T TAKE IT TO

Nat : Ah

Kat: Damn I’m soaked again

Giulia: Me

Zee: Thank god don’t need my ovaries anymore

Kat: He sounds so Texan this ep

Zee: Oh fuck yeah

Kat: Them bowlegs

Nat : What a concidence

Giulia: WHO HE CALLED

Zee: Not the ghostbusters

Nat : I like Sergei. He's got attitude

Giulia: I hate him

Kat: YOU’LL FIND OUT

C: Okay, that's enough. You're here for a reason.

Giulia: Cas needs to tie his fucking tie because he slutty af

Zee: He’s following the mood of the ep

Kat: Poor Eileen so worried

Zee: Dying?

spn fandom: what else is new

Giulia: Not even surprised

Giulia: Of course he is

Nat : What else is new

Giulia: She loved jesus and america too

Giulia: So I’m a bad girl

Zee: It was a good car

Giulia: FIGHT THE FAIRIES

Nat : lol it's the tom petty song

Giulia: me in the morning

Zee: You love Jesus and America in the morning ?

Kat: Love that song

Giulia: Am I too young for that shit?

Nat : Freeeeee Faaaaallin

Giulia: No, that whiskey in the coffee. Pay attention

Zee: Yeah. Like you paid attention last week

Giulia: Well I was on the important stuff

Kat: Okay children

Giulia: Look at my confused bb

Kat: Sergei is so dramatic

Giulia: Nice shit

Zee: The legs

Giulia: Shot

Zee: Also correct

Nat : HE knows that the junkyard is NOT a runway right?

Giulia: Don t think he does

Kat: Everywhere is a runway for him

Giulia: That haircut is bad ok

Kat: I saw it coming a mile away

Nat : He ded

Zee: Wait for it

Nat : Like I said, plot of dying guest stars

Giulia: They need to stop with these jumpscares

Giulia: SERGEI

Zee: Fucker

Nat : They need to find Amara. Think Amara is sick of her brother herself. she'd probably help them without even wanting anything in return

Kat: Don’t worry Cas takes care of him

Giulia: good

Giulia: Nice Eileen

Giulia: The key to death. Psh fuck off

Kat: The key to death. That’s going to come into play I bet

Giulia: So dramatic

Zee: Cas still confused. And angry

Giulia: Look at that face

Nat : Sergei is so fucking extra

Zee: Suck it Sergei

Kat: He called Bobby

Giulia: Oh the other bobby. Forgot about him

Nat : They should get the key and open the door to the empty. Bring Jack back. And death. Ah why am I babbling

Kat: It’s what you do

Giulia: Snort

Nat : The eye squint

Kat: It doesn’t open the empty though I don’t think lol

Giulia: Wtf is in there

Kat: Aw Dean tied down. My fave

Nat : What is that thing 

Nat : What she said

Giulia: But also

Zee: Shut up

Giulia: Will dean have to kill his fwriend

Kat: 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Giulia: Nice

Zee: He will huh?

Giulia: It won’t be a great addition to his mental health

Nat : Have you been watching the same show

Kat: All his friends die

Giulia: All their friends die

Kat: Well Eileen’s back lol

Giulia:FOR HOW LONG

Kat: SHUT YOUR FACE

Giulia: I M JUST BEING REALISTIC

Kat: I know but my heart can’t take it

Nat : Every one who comes on the show die

Zee: Shush

Giulia: OH NOW YOU DO CARE

Zee: Can blood really go up the tube?

Giulia: If there is vacuum yeah

Nat : I don't think they care

Giulia: The monster needs to suck

Nat : It doesn't suck

Giulia: He stupid

Zee: Oh stop please

Kat: Come on Dean get out

Giulia: What she doesn’t say

Kat: Nice

Nat : The monster will get out

Nat : what he said

Zee: And kill lee

Awe look at Dean’s repulsion towards his friend

Giulia: Nah dean will kill lee. Because this is supernatural

Zee: Daddy’s home

Nat : Surprise

Kat: The head

Giulia: Is that the sound of water 2

Kat: Ew

Zee: God bless Texas

Nat : Why does Lee do that for again? I missed it

Zee: His happiness

Kat: Money health

Nat : Feeding people to a monster makes him happy

Kat: Because fuck everyone else

Giulia: Ah saw it

Giulia: Oh yeah dean?

Kat: The monster gives him things for keeping it fed

Nat : Ah Nat : Dean distracts me

Kat: He yummy

Zee: I kill monsters

Giulia: Awe dean . Well you become the hero or the monster you hunt i guess

Zee: Welcome to my world

Giulia: Ouch

Zee: Impaled

Giulia: That should hurt so much more

Nat : Ah, that's the cue he was talking about that didn't break at first and he had to "walk off the pain" Kat: What

Giulia: ?

He told it once at a con I think? They had a fight with a cue and the cue didn't break like twice or three times and his back was blue

Giulia: Awe bb dean

Kat: Aw his murder face. Now sad face

Giulia: CAS

Giulia: awe look at them

Giulia: Oh

Nat : Awkward

Zee: That bed is too small

Kat: No, he’s just huge

Kat: What she said

Zee: What she said

Giulia: Everything is too small concerning to sam

Nat : Preview?

Giulia: TRAILER TIME

Kat: Ya go watch

Nat : Adam snorts

Kat: ADAM

Giulia: SNORT. FAMILY SUCKS

Kat: Basically tells them to suck it lol

Giulia: you let me rot in hell. Well he ain t wrong

Nat : Can u blame him

Kat: From his view, they must

Zee: They left him there for ages

ee: I’m happy with this ep. Need to change panties but I’m happy

Zee: You can leave this out

Kat: No leave it in lol

sam and Eileen cute gif

Giulia: They kill me

Giulia: Ok but if that’s sam endgame i’m so good with that. My bb deserve it

Giulia: Hope it doesn’t end in smoke

Giulia: snort

Giulia: That was mean

Kat: Wow Giuls

Giulia: Ok but look at it from chuck’s eyes

Giulia: SHOCK FACTOR

Giulia: PLOT

Giulia: CONTINUITY

Giulia: lol

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