#castiel and reader soulmate au

[zepskies]

The Old-Fashioned Way

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F. Reader

Summary: You and Dean are having trouble trying to start a family. What happens when you turn to a spell for a possible solution? [Soulmate AU]

AN: Happy Valentine's Day! ❣️ Welcome back to the Never Say Goodbye-verse, my first ever Soulmate AU! Feels appropriate to celebrate today with some soulmates lol.

Honestly, I have really missed these two. I can’t believe it’s almost been a year since I wrote this series! And I’ve been wanting to find a way to come back to it, so when I recently got this request, I couldn't resist:

The reader finds out she is pregnant and Dean’s reaction.

But of course, I couldn’t make it that simple… This story takes place five years after the Bonus Tracks (3-part sequel).

Word Count: 5,000

Tags/Warnings: Established relationship (marriage). Soulmates, angst, issues in pregnancy, hurt/comfort, fluff, implied smut.

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Today marked five years that Dean had been an officer of the Sioux Falls Police Department.

After twenty-eight odd years of committing felonies of varying degrees…mostly for the greater good, he still found it strange sometimes.

He’d been partnered with his father-in-law, Jack, and by now, Dean had finally lost his sense of “imposter syndrome.”

Jody bought him a pie to commemorate the occasion, and while a little embarrassed, he wasn’t mad about it. The precinct employees now shared the dessert on paper plates from their respective desks and cubicles.

Dean sat in the bullpen with Jack (who was on a call), Jody, and even Jessie Deluca, the boy he’d once arrested for stealing candy and groceries from a gas station.

Well, Jessie wasn’t such a kid anymore. He was now their 18-year-old intern.

“How’s the boysenberry?” Jody asked Dean. Her lips curved upward when he turned to her with a crumb-covered smile. 

“Real good,” he said.

She couldn’t help but laugh a little. “I can’t with this. Come ‘ere.”

She grabbed a napkin and leaned over to wipe at his mouth the way a mother would her errant child. Dean just rolled his eyes.

“Really?” he snipped.

“You look like my five-year-old son after a round of SpaghettiOs,” she said.

“Makes you wonder how his wife deals with him,” Jessie muttered under his breath while he entered expense reports into his computer. Never mind that he had a purple berry stain around the corner of his mouth.

Dean shot him a wry look, along with his crumpled napkin.

“I don’t wanna hear that from a punk like you,” he teased. “You haven’t had a girlfriend since…what, junior prom?”

Jessie fended off the stained napkin with a grimace. But he also smarted at the dig. His arms crossed defensively as he leaned back in his chair.

“As a matter a fact, I’ve got a date on Friday,” he sniffed. “And no, I’m not telling you her name.”

Dean and Jody shared an amused look.

“Aww, look at him, pretending he’s got a date,” Dean said. He fought a deeper grin when Jessie threw the disgusting napkin back at him.

“Fine! Her name’s Annie. You happy now?” Jessie said.

Dean shared another look with Jody.

“Aww, he’s actually got a date,” said Dean. He smirked at the kid next. “Lemme know if you need to borrow some cologne. Chicks dig that.”

“Ugh,” Jessie groaned. He leaned his elbows on his desk and pushed the palms of his hands into his eyes. He knew he’d be catching flack on this for the rest of the week.

Dean chuckled, but before he had a chance to tease their intern some more, his cell phone rang. It was you, and he felt his good mood continue as he answered.

“Hey, baby.”

“Hey, how’s the day going?” you asked.

“Good,” he replied. “We’re on lunch break. Jody got me a pie for my five-year mark at the PD.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet…literally. She knows you too well,” you laughed.

He nodded in agreement. “Yeah, she really does.”

“Tell her and everyone else I said hi.”

“Will do,” he said with a smile. “You just callin’ to check up on me?”

“Well, that, and…when are you getting home tonight?” you asked. The smooth, leading note of your voice had Dean’s lips curving into a smirk.

“Ah, well…” He pushed away from his desk and stepped away from the bullpen for a little privacy in the hall. “That depends. What’s going on?”

“Let’s just say…I have an idea,” you replied. It had Dean’s brows raising. You’d been having a lot of ideas for the past year, and he’d been more than ready and willing for most of them.

“Oh, yeah?” he intoned. While he leaned against the wall in the main hallway of the precinct, his arm crossed under his elbow as he continued holding the phone to his ear. “What’d you have in mind?”

“You’ll just have to find out,” you said.

It only took his brain about a moment and a half to compute.

“All right. In that case, I’ll try to be home promptly at six, barring there’s no shootouts at the 7-Eleven,” he quipped.

“Ugh, please, don’t even joke about that,” you said, your tone sobering.

Dean realized, without even having to read his soulmate’s thoughts, that you were reminded of the last time an explosive incident happened at the local gas station, just two weeks before their wedding day. He dimmed as well. 

“Yeah, ‘m sorry,” he said, swiping a hand over his mouth. “Uh…okay. I’ll see you tonight, sweetheart.”

“Okay, be careful,” you said. You always said it—in the morning, whenever he left for work, whenever you two managed to talk during the day. It was routine, but it also wasn’t. 

And you still wished him a good rest of his day before you hung up. Dean pocketed his phone and returned to the bullpen, where Jody was putting away the rest of the pie. He eyed her just to know exactly where she was setting it down in the kitchen, for future reference.

Jessie peered up from his computer and asked if that was you on the phone.

“Yeah, she says hi,” Dean replied.

Jessie smirked. “‘Course she does. I’m her favorite.”

Dean shot him a look, knowing the kid liked you probably even more than he liked Dean. You’d become like a big sister to Jessie…but it didn’t stop Dean from occasionally being annoyed. 

“Shut up and eat your pie.”

Dean arrived that night, more or less on time, to find that you’d cooked up a feast. It was laid out across the dining table: steak, scalloped potatoes, carrots and broccoli, and even freshly baked cornbread with butter. 

“Is it my birthday again?” he asked, despite it already being February. 

He ventured into the kitchen where you were getting two bottles of beer. You looked up at him with a smile when he came over and held you from behind. You enjoyed the warmth of his body pressed against your back, while his hands found your hips.

“I cook all the time, Dean,” you pointed out. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head in greeting.

“Hmm. Yeah, but now my spidey senses are tingling,” he said.

You set down the beer before turning in his embrace and twining your arms around his neck. Already he could feel your anticipation through the soul bond, but that was all you were letting him sense. You were keeping your walls up a bit, to stop him from hearing your thoughts. In this case, it felt like a tease.

You tilted your head, a smile playing across your lips. “Oh, yeah?”

Dean smirked down at you. “Oh, yeah.”

You laughed and let him greet you properly with a kiss. You returned it, affectionately caressing his cheek, but you stopped him before he could start pressing you harder into the counter. You held up a placating hand against his chest.

“Wait, wait, the food’s gonna get cold,” you said. And all too quickly, you’d extricated yourself from his arms and went to finish placing the silverware on the table. Dean begrudgingly followed suit by helping you with the glasses and plates.

Dinner was delicious. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a steak that good; you two had been scrounging and saving to get out of this apartment and buy a house, along with other things you and Dean had been planning for your future.

By the time the leftovers were put away and the dishes were put in the dishwasher, he started to sense that you were ready to come around with the real reason you’d called him at work today, let alone made such a nice and expensive meal. You went over to where he stood at the kitchen sink and rubbed his arm.

“Hey,” you greeted.

Dean tried to stifle his knowing smile. “Yeah?”

But when he looked over at you, he realized you seemed nervous, not flirtatious. You were serious, and now, he was concerned.

“What?” he asked.

You sighed, hesitating for a moment. Then you went over to a nearby drawer and got some rubber gloves you always kept at work and at home—the kind doctors wore.

You went for your large work bag that normally stored your laptop and files, and instead, you pulled out an old book. Dean’s brows raised of their own accord, considering the last time you accidentally trifled with a book like that.

“What the hell is that?” he asked, with some trepidation. You laid the book out on the kitchen counter.

“It’s a journal of some kind, written in Latin, dating back from the late 1500s. Can you believe that?” Your head raised from where you were examining the cover and spine, but Dean was incredulous.

“What’re you doing with that?” he asked. Your lips pursed, and he felt a tendril of your guilt.

Most likely, you’d taken it from the museum where you worked without permission. You were in charge of the growing library of ancient texts that were stored there, and most of them were too old and valuable for exhibition, even behind glass. He doubted you were even allowed to open this book, let alone “borrow” it from the museum.

You sighed and held up a placating hand. “Okay, Dean, just hear me out.”

You opened the book to a page you’d placed a strip of paper in for bookmarking purposes. You pointed at a page filled with scrawled words that Dean didn’t really understand. Sam was always better at reading Latin.

“That is a fertility spell,” you said.

The weight of that fell between you for a moment, rendering Dean speechless. It took a few seconds for his brain to register what you were saying, followed quickly by a sad, contemplative frown as he stared back at you. You were serious about this, even hopeful. 

“Sweetheart, we don’t need that,” he said, shaking his head. Your expression firmed, though it became touched with melancholy.

“It’s been a year, Dean,” you said. “We’ve been trying for a year, and I’m still not pregnant.”

He blew out a breath. “The doctor said—”

“We’ve done everything the doctor said,” you snapped. “Fertility treatments are either going to take too long or are too expensive, and they still carry risks.”

“And this isn’t a risk?” Dean shot back, gesturing at the book. “You don’t know if this will work, or what the hell it’ll really do to you.”

Your brows furrowed, but you didn’t back down. You held your hands to your hips.

“Uncle Bobby said it’s legit,” you said. Dean blinked in surprise. He shifted back on his heels and crossed his arms.

“You ran this by Bobby before me?” he said. You could feel the small lance of his upset, as well as see it across his face.

You bit the inside of your lip. “I just wanted to make sure!”

Dean took in a deep breath. He mentally counted to five.

“What exactly did he say?” he asked.

You paused at that. “…Well, he said it was a real spell.”

His brows rose. “And?”

“And…that magic is unpredictable and we should talk about it first. But that’s why we’re talking now!” you reasoned. 

Your husband’s gaze lifted heavenward as he threw up his hands in aggravation.

“Dean—” you tried, but it didn’t stop him from snatching up the book. Despite your protests, he took it with him into the master bedroom you shared and shoved the book into his nightstand. You had followed him this far, but you stopped short when he turned around to face you.

“I will check this out,” he said, and his tone boded no argument. “But for the record, I’m against this. Magic is unpredictable at best, and not for nothing, it always comes at a price. I’ll be damned if you’re gonna pay it again.”

You paused. Hearing the vehemence in his tone, feeling the force of emotion behind his words, and your own circling memories of being possessed by a magic-wielding goddess…it had you nodding in agreement, even as tears welled up in your eyes.

Dean faltered a little inside. Always the damn tears. He gathered you into his arms and held you close in comfort. He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“We’ll figure this out. I promise,” he said.

You tried to believe him.

Late that night, however, you couldn’t help yourself.

Once you were sure Dean was asleep beside you, hearing his deep, even breaths, you made your move. Dressed in just an old college shirt and some pajama shorts, you slid out of bed and tiptoed over to his nightstand to get the book.

You took it into the kitchen and started assembling the ingredients Bobby had reluctantly helped you translate. (He didn’t know that you had taken a couple of items from his house for the spell.) 

You prepared them in a bowl. The resulting liquid looked brown and disgusting. You mixed it around, grimacing at the smell, and carefully poured it into a glass. The last thing the spell required was a few drops of your blood, and then you were supposed to drink it. 

God, this is terrible, you thought. Part of you couldn’t believe you were going through with this, but…you grabbed a kitchen knife in order to make a shallow cut on your palm. 

The steel was poised against your hand. You took a fortifying breath, but before you could cut into your skin, Dean grabbed your wrist with a strong grip, startling a gasp out of you.

“What the hell are you doing?!” he said, or more like shouted. He was irate, his voice bounding off the walls of the apartment.

You knew he had every right to be, and you didn’t have a good answer for him. Shock had stifled you into silence.

Dean let go of you and took the glass next. He peered in disgust at the concoction inside, but he quickly dumped it into the sink and ignored your protests. He threatened to burn the damn book next.

“Dean, stop! Please,” you said tearfully as you stilled his hands on the book. “If there’s some kind of price to the spell, I’ll pay it!”

“What’re you talking about! Are you crazy?” he asked, through furrowed brows. You squeezed his hands.

“Believe me, I love what we have. I love our life, my job, all of it,” you said. “But I want a family, and I want it with you.”

Dean started to soften at that, when you met his eyes. You paused, taking in a shaky breath.

“It should be simple, but it’s not," you said. "I just can’t understand why it’s so impossible. Why…why there’s something wrong with me.”

Dean’s anger broke down, bit by bit the more you spoke. He let go of the book and reached for you. He held you against his chest, rubbing your back as you quietly wept. You tried to stifle it, but that just made your body tremble even more. He did his best to steady you, rocking you back and forth. His eyes closed for a moment.

You both knew that the expensive fertility doctor hadn’t found anything wrong with either of you, even after a month of testing.

“In certain cases, it just takes longer for some couples,” she’d said. But clearly, you had just been blaming yourself. Dean couldn’t abide that.

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” he said firmly. “Believe me, I want that too. But I also want to make sure you’re safe.”

Emotion clogged in his throat when he thought about what might’ve happened if he hadn’t stopped you. And in turn, you sobered even more when you managed to pick up on his thoughts.

“If something would’ve happened, and I was too late to stop it,” he said, clearing his throat. “…I just can’t, okay?”

After a moment, you nodded. You allowed yourself to rest against his chest and try to calm the racing of your heart. All the while, you tried your best not to resent him for stopping you.

The next day was a Saturday. You slept in because your body needed it, after the stress of last night. When you woke up, Dean wasn’t beside you. His keys and the Impala were gone, but he’d left you a text: he’d gone to your uncle Bobby’s place. 

And you saw that he’d taken the book as well. Predictable. 

You felt bad for how you tried to go behind your husband’s back, but if you were honest with yourself, you were still upset at him for stopping you, even if you understood why he did it. 

You sat on the edge of your bed. Not for the first time since you and Dean were separated by miles of roads and his family’s mission to find the thing that killed his mother, you found yourself praying. 

Please, God…or if there’s even anyone up there…please help me.

For a while, there was silence in the room. 

But even if your eyes were open, you wouldn’t have seen the being that was standing in front of you. He stared down at you with a tilted head, finding himself a bit too curious. Hesitantly, he reached his hand out and touched your forehead. 

You didn’t completely register the feeling that washed over you. It was like the tingling of a breeze across your skin. You took it for a chill in the room as you shivered a little. Then you opened your eyes, and resigned yourself to starting your day. 

Castiel left the room with but a thought and a flutter of wings. 

He knew he was only supposed to observe Michael’s vessel, not his soulmate. And yet, with one touch, he had sensed the rare genetic defect your doctor had missed.

Your mother had unknowingly suffered the condition as well. Your father never told you this, but she’d nearly lost you in the early stages of her pregnancy. It had been a miracle that you were born at all. 

Castiel fixed the problem. 

He knew what Uriel, or even Naomi would say. Perhaps they didn’t need to know, in this case. They were both far too busy for worldly trifles. Even so, Castiel knew he wasn’t authorized to heal you.

Still, it felt…right. And so, he did it. 

It confused him.

…Maybe it isn’t something to be closely examined, he thought.

With that agreement within himself, he resolved to leave that decision behind him, and continue watching from afar. Those were his orders, after all.

Visiting Bobby Singer wasn’t as productive as Dean wanted it to be. The men had been arguing in Bobby’s living room for close to an hour.

Dean was upset with him for translating that goddamn spell for you, but the old man didn’t have a good answer. They both knew you were like a daughter to him.

“She came in hot, all damn stubborn and sass up to here,” Bobby said, holding a hand up to his forehead. “But you try sayin’ no when the waterworks starts.”

…Dean could concede that, but he rubbed his face in frustration. 

“What do I do here, Bobby?” he asked, holding up the spell book in question. Apparently, it was more like a journal; it was rumored to have belonged to a sixteenth-century witch named Rowena. “I don’t trust this thing. Deep in my gut, I know it.”

Bobby considered him for a moment. In fact, he gave Dean a long-suffering look that made him really see Bobby’s age. 

“Then trust your gut, son,” was all he said. 

Dean returned home with a peace offering: some apple crumble pie. You were lying on the sofa watching mindless TV, still in your pajamas. Your mental walls were down, so Dean could both see and feel how miserable you were. 

He took out the pie from the small bag of groceries he carried and held it up so you could see.

“I come bearing sugar,” he said. He also set down a bottle of wine on the dining table. You were focused on the pie, however.

“Who’s that for, me or you?” you dryly remarked. 

“I got ice cream too,” he said, shaking the grocery bag. 

You smiled a little, but he could feel through the bond that you were still sour at him. He sighed and went over to you. He set down the bribery on the coffee table and settled a hand on your pajama-clad thigh. 

“Sweetheart, I am sorry.” 

Sighing, you turned off the TV and sat up against the other end of the couch. You eyed him with a frown.

“You’re not sorry about chucking the spell,” you accused. Or for stealing the book you’d eventually have to bring back to work, lest your boss notice something amiss in the inventory.

“No, I’m not,” said Dean. “It was dangerous. I felt it. And that gut feeling? That’s what’s saved me more times than I can damn count.” 

You were still upset, you couldn’t deny…but you understood his point. When he beckoned you over, you were more willing to go to him. After you scooted closer, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Look, I’ll go to whatever doctors you want, try whatever treatments, however long it takes,” he said.

You sighed, but you eventually agreed with a teary nod. “Okay. Thank you.”

Even with that, Dean wasn’t convinced that he was getting through to you. He was picking up on a thread of hopelessness that you were trying to hide.

He’d just have to change that.

“But…” He earned your attention by squeezing your side. His lips formed a grin. “I still think we can do this the old-fashioned way.”

He slowly rubbed a hand up and down your back. With the other hand, he reached for your face, tracing your lower lip with his thumb. You smiled slightly at his teasing. Part of you wanted to heed the suggestion in his eyes, and the familiar warmth and promise in his touch. The other, more vulnerable part of you hesitated.

When you caught sight of something over his shoulder, you had to smile a little more.

“I see you got a bottle of Merlot,” you said. A notable upgrade from beer. You couldn’t remember the last time Dean had willingly bought some “bougie-ass” wine.

“A little pie, a little booze…” you noted.

Dean grinned. “I’m thinking we have a not-so-quiet night in.”

Your brows rose, and you hummed in surprise. “Is my husband trying to butter me up?”

“Nah,” he said, tilting your face back up to his. “Your husband’s trying to seduce you.”  

You giggled at that…at first. But it seemed he was serious.

You accepted his passionate kiss. Closing your eyes, you reached blindly for his shirt and held on while his lips moved ardently against yours. Through the bond, you felt his desire like it was your own.

In the five years you’d been married, and the years you were together even before, there were often moments where it was impossible to discern what was him and what was you. 

The beautiful thing about it was, that part didn’t matter too much. Especially not when you and Dean became a tangle of limbs, lips, and tongue on the couch. He ridded you of your threadbare pajamas, and you helped him halfway out of his shirt and jeans before he yanked the rest of it off himself.

And all while he drew lusty moans and sighs and pleasure from your body in the comfort of your living room, the ice cream slowly melted in its container on the coffee table—completely forgotten, along with the pie.

That night, you lied awake in his arms for a while. Round one on the couch had migrated to rounds two and three in the bedroom, and you were almost too exhausted to sleep. 

It had been months since you and Dean had sex without thinking of calendars and timing, optimal positions and ovulation.

This felt right, you thought, as you stroked his arm that was wrapped around your waist. Even though your skin was sticking to his under the sheets and your frizzy hair was probably tickling his neck, he didn’t seem to mind.

Dean? you tried through the bond, seeing if he was awake. He felt like he was still in-between wakefulness and sleep. At your prodding though, he slipped back into the former. 

“Hmm?” he replied. You let out a sigh in the dark. 

“I’m sorry I kind of tried to take matters into my own hands, with the spell.”

He hmphed in response. “Kinda?”

Your lips twitched upwards. 

“This is a ‘together’ thing,” you said. “I made it all about me.”

Dean shook his head at that. He responded through the bond. No, you didn’t.

I did, you insisted. You were right to stop me. I didn’t care about the consequences…but that’s not fair to you. To either of us.

He took that in with a deep sigh of his own.

“It’s okay. We want the same thing,” he said. “And we’ll get there, baby. Don’t you worry.”

“What makes you so sure?” you asked.

“…I don’t know. I just am.”

You closed your eyes, and once again, you tried to believe him. You let his heartbeat and the sound of his steady breathing lull you to sleep. 

Nine weeks later…

You were alone in the bathroom at seven in the morning. After almost a month late on your period, you were also staring at two positive lines on your last pregnancy test. 

Ho…ly…shit.

Dean was already at work. This wasn’t something you wanted to tell him over the phone, however. 

How the hell am I supposed to keep this from him all day? you thought.

But then again, maybe this was a good thing. You had time to make sure.

So you called out of work for a personal day, and you immediately called your doctor on your way out to the closest pharmacy. You were going to need a few more tests. 

When Dean eventually got home that evening, there were two pizzas waiting for him. The smell was already making his mouth water. He peeked under the hood of each box and rubbed his hands together. 

“Ooh, awesome.” Pepperoni, sausage, and double cheese. His favorite.

You appeared then from the kitchen with a strange smile on your face. 

“Hey!” you chirped, but you seemed a bit distracted as you pulled out a sheet pan of cookies from the oven. You nearly dropped them when the corner of the pan banged against the oven. 

Something was off with you. Dean knew it intuitively. He went over and tried to steady you with a hand on the small of your back. He could see that you were frazzled, but he realized, with a frown, that you had your walls up again. He couldn’t pick up on what you were thinking.

“You okay?” he asked. “What’s going on?”

“Uh…well, something,” you nodded and wiped your hands after you peeled the oven mitts off. “And I need to tell you about it before I bake everything in the house, including the expired bran muffins.”

Dean was growing more concerned by the moment. He knew for a fact he’d hidden that bran muffin mix deep in the pantry, so you wouldn’t force him to eat a “healthy dessert.”

“Okay, what?” he asked.

You paused, steeling yourself with a breath.

You then took his hand and led him to the bedroom, into the adjoining bathroom. Across the entire counter were no less than seven pregnancy tests. 

All positive.

Dean’s breath caught in his lungs. Slowly he turned back to you with his widened eyes.

“Surprise?” you smiled, a little nervously. 

Dean grasped the counter and had to sit down hard on the closed toilet seat. 

“Yeah, I did that too,” you said. You couldn’t help but giggle as you caressed his face. He grabbed your hip, both to bring you closer and for added stability. You two had been trying to make this happen for over a year, but the gravity of this being real was finally hitting him. 

He stared up at your face with a growing smile. “This is happening.” 

You nodded, smiling through your burgeoning tears. 

“Yeah. It is,” you replied. “Dean, you’re gonna be a dad.”

That realization had him nodding, swallowing hard and blinking past a sting in his eyes. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you in between his knees. You threaded your fingers through his hair, and his head came to rest against your stomach. He pressed a kiss there, over your shirt. 

After a moment to gather himself, he rocked back onto his feet. Then he enveloped you in a secure and warm embrace. He kissed the side of your head, and you felt his smile there.

“We did it, baby,” he said.  

“And that was the easy part,” you quipped, making him laugh. Yet the holy shit of it all hit him in a new wave—one you felt through the bond. You had to take a deep breath to steady yourself as well.

“Oh my God, this is happening,” he repeated.

You uttered a tearful laugh. “Uh, yeah, Dean.”

He was still smiling, but it started to dim a little. 

“We’re ready, right?” he asked.

You chuckled, wiping at your eyes. “We better be.”

Dean nodded and pulled back enough to see your face. You met his gaze. Maybe you’d just had more time than him to process it all, but you finally felt a sense of peace.

“Together, right?” he said.

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Together.”

Dean let out a deep breath. “Shit, I gotta tell Sam.”

Your smile brightened and you squeezed his arms.

“Let’s call him!" you said. "Hopefully Eileen’s there too.”

The two had moved in together a couple of years ago, after Eileen officially retired from hunting. But she often had long shifts at her job, just like Sam did at the law firm he started working for after he graduated from law school, near the top of his class.  

While you and Dean went into the bedroom to call Sam together, an angel watched from a distance, unseen by human eyes.

He found himself smiling.

AN: Ahh I'm soft. 🥰 I hope you all enjoy this as much as I had fun diving back into Never Say Goodbye.

And I won't say that I'll never come back to it in the future...for obvious reasons. 😉

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Look...When I tell you that this story had👏🏻 me 👏🏻 HOOKED! Like this story has everything, slow burn, enemies to lovers, SOULMATE AU FOR THE F**KING WIN!Angst, fluff, smexy times, WING KINK!!! (Y'all know me and my love of wing!kink) Listen y'all, I don't think y'all hearing me clearly enough. If you are a SPN Lucifer fan, then you NEED to read this story ok, like yesterday, cause it is 🔥🔥🔥

Thank you so much @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing for writing this masterpiece, it will forever go down as one of my favorite spn stories ❤️

S.I.N - Soulmates in nature Masterlist

Description: The boys struck a deal with Lucifer, a deal that allows him to stay in the bunker. How will not only they, but you cope with an archangel, the devil nonetheless, roaming around the space? Especially as you seem to notice something no-one else does, his wings. You could see the devil’s wings.

Main chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23)

Status: Finished

Drabbles:

Possessive Lucifer (1) (2)

Netflix and chill - coming soon

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making merry, oh my little fairy (2)

sam winchester x fairy!reader

wc: 5.3k

warnings: soulmate!au (partners share scars), fem!reader, implied age gap (reader is early 20's), hella pining, tooth-rotting fluff, destiel is canon, town being mean to reader, some shaky police jargon, references to thick reader (everyone cheered) but can be ignored, dean being dean, canon-typical warnings (child kidnapping, violence ect.)

an: part 2 of my little fairy series! it's been sitting in my drafts for weeks and part 1 was pretty unpopular so i've been hesitant to post it but then i realized i write for myself and not for recognition! so enjoyyyyy. remember to comment and repost to support your favourite writers :)

summary: you flew around Sam's mind with your pretty little wings all night and all day, it doesn't help that you're popping up around every corner of this case. he's trying not to think about it.

part one part three part four

They'd sat in the car parked out front maybe longer than they should have. Sam noticed you peak through the curtain at the twenty minute mark, he only noticed because he could feel your curious gaze.

It disturbed him enough to allow Dean to fly down the neighbourhood road noisily at too many miles an hour.

Naturally, sleep became a stranger.

Dean was long passed out on the questionably lumpy motel bed and Sam was still at the desk. The white light off his laptop made his eyes itch.

A dryad is a tree nymph, commonly inhabiting oak trees, and generally born into the form of beautiful women. Many dryads were considered to be originally human or children of the nature Gods and it is widely believed that they take on the physical characteristics of the trees they protect.

Your eyes returned to him again, if not for the hundredth time that day. The way the greenery reflected off of them at him. The strength of your legs, how they were wide and grounding like the tree that engulfed your house. Your movements, your walk, how you floated like how the leaves shivered in the forest beyond your garden walls.

Sam had given considerable thought to his soulmate, as most people did.

He was turning thirty-one in a few months time and it had occurred to him that maybe you were on the other side of the world. Maybe you were dead. But people had warned him that he'd know if that were true. He'd feel it, like a gaping wound in his soul.

Castiel had appeared to Dean in a flash of light. In a heroic swoop of love, and Sam thought maybe that could happen to him too.

His thumb was warm where it ran over the scar down his arm.

He wondered if you thought the same.

If you dreamed of his arrival the way he'd dreamed of yours.

It was a silly thing, to dream of meeting your true love. Far too trivial in the life of someone like Sam Winchester when the fate of the world, of good versus evil and heaven versus hell was always in the palm of his hand.

But your figure was burned into his corneas like a blinding torch.

It scared him. Not an easy feat for the man who'd seen it all.

Sam had asked Dean a few years back.

Can someone live without their soulmate?

Dean had shrugged. "Sure, plenty of people do."

Sam had sunk back another sip of his beer at the time, they were somewhere in Florida.

"What if they'd already met them? Can they decide that they don't want to be with them?"

Dean chuckled at that. "I doubt that works out very often."

It was already long after Dean had met Castiel. Long after he'd survived his "my soulmate is an angel and a man what the fuck--" stage.

"What makes you say that? I'm sure some people have a strong enough willpower."

Dean had answered him by referencing some movie, one that Sam knew he loved and it took a bit of pestering for Dean to admit he knew the quote by heart.

He'd blushed nearly red and shrugged, accompanying it by another long slug of his beer.

"It's like at the end of the movie--" When Harry Met Sally, specifically, "When they're at that New Years party and Billy Crystal goes up to Meg Ryan and gives that whole speech, and he says that line."

Sam was grinning by then. "What line?"

Like he hadn't seen the movie enough times to know.

"You know, he when says ... when you realise you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."

Sam had long made peace with the fact that even if you did ever come around, that it would be better to leave you be. To leave you in the safety of a life different to his own.

At least he had.

In the slim hours since leaving your doorstep he'd found himself choking over the thought of never seeing you again. Of his eyes never laying again on your face that gazed so happily up into his own, like you felt his warmth in a cold winter.

He was plagued, possessed, by the thought of never knowing more.

Never knowing the way you liked your tea, how you looked first thing in the morning, or worse, how your lips would feel slow and warm against his own.

He wanted to know your favourite song, and your worst fear. He wanted to know where you came from, how you found Fernglade, Washington. What's your favourite book, do you like to read? Would you like it if he read to you instead? Maybe you would, you'd be tucked against his side in bed and he'd tell you about his favourites. His favourite movies and the way he drinks his coffee and the shampoo he used. Maybe you'd play with his hair, braiding little flowers into the ends--

Sam groaned. His face fell into his hands.

This wasn't supposed to be happening. Not now.

But he supposed there would never be an adequate time for your arrival.

And god, you weren't even human.

Cross species soulmates weren't impossible - improbable, sure (about as much as being hit by lightening) - but not impossible.

It was only Sam's luck, the Winchester's luck, that they'd both been struck.

Castiel was an angel, but the concept seemed to fade off Dean quickly at the time.

Dean himself had been little help on the matter during the blurry drive back to the motel. "Hey. I mean, all things considered, fairy sex must be crazy."

Sam closed the tab on Dryads: A Modern Day Delve into Greek Mythology. Another page blinked up at him.

When the sun was still setting and Dean was still seated across from him, he had managed to do some work.

It distracted him, barely, but he managed to somewhat narrow the list of potential suspects.

The filters helped. Creatures that steal children. Creatures that live in the woods.

In all the webpages and in some text from John's journal he'd found a common thread. A thinly veiled one, but a lead regardless.

Goblins are generally found living in communities in burrows of forests across Western America. They are known to be mischievous and malignant spirits which often feed on small animals or easy prey and hunt during the warmer months before hibernating in Winter.

Children are easy prey, Sam thought.

Some subspecies were believed to be able to shift into the form of naughty children and sneak into nearby villages to prey on young humans.

It was the last thing his eyes ran over before he slipped the laptop shut. He crawled to the bed, wishing more than anything that his mind would cut him a break, before sliding under the sheets: seeking respite from the crisp autumn Washington

-

"Rise and shine, Sammy."

The hangers reeled noisily against the rod where Dean had ripped open the curtains and the stark light brought Sam to gasping consciousness.

Sam pulled the pillow up over his face, grumbling into it.

He made out the sound of Dean setting a coffee mug on the side table.

"What time did you get to sleep?"

Answered by another indiscernible whine, Dean sunk into the chair at the tiny table in the room. "Fine, fine ... but did you find anything helpful? Besides fairy porn probably."

It earned him a well-aimed smack in the face with a pillow.

Dean laughed jovially, "Okay, okay."

Sam rose up into a sitting position with a moan. He ran a hand over his face, the other grappling for the already cooling coffee mug on the table.

"Goblins." He muttered around the rim.

Dean paused his own sip, face falling into incredulity.

"Did you just say "goblins"?"

Sam nodded. He didn't elaborate.

"Listen, I know it's a conversation you probably don't wanna have ... but are you sure we're ruling out your little garden fairy from this equation? I mean, it really doesn't look good for her--"

"You're right. I don't want to have this conversation."

Dean shrugged. He fiddled with the coffee mug against his hand.

"It's not her." Sam added quietly.

Nodding slowly, Dean watched his brother with tentative eyes. "Have you thought about that? What you're gonna do?"

Sam rose from the bed, stripping off his shirt. "I don't know man. I don't even think she knows."

It had been a thought that occurred to him at some point in the previous night, that you didn't know. That it was probably selfish to keep it to himself.

"Right, well anyway," Dean reached into the tupperware you'd gifted them the previous afternoon. He'd already cleared out his own and was starting on a pastry from Sam's box. "I was thinking we should go speak to the third vic's mom. Kelly Williams. We haven't spoken to them yet and maybe they can tell us more."

Sam nodded. "Sure. You got an address?"

"No, but she's working a stall at..." Dean picked up a leaflet from the table that Sam assumed he'd found on his coffee run before he was up, "The Fernglade Sunday Market. We can find her there."

"Fine."

He disappeared into the bathroom, Dean heard the shower turn on.

"And you can tell me about this goblins story on the way there!" He called after him.

The door slammed shut.

-

"So you think goblins are coming into town and stealing kids out their back yards?"

The morning was warm and the market made it more so. It was out on a farm a couple roads down from the boys' motel.

There were little set-up stalls as far as he could see over lush green grass, selling cakes and jewellery and home-made soaps. Couples strolled hand-in-hand and children chased their parent's ankles.

Sam shrugged. "I mean yeah, it makes sense. Dad mentioned about the trees, Y/n mentioned about the forest too."

Dean nodded, his eyes rolling over the scenery. "Sure, but goblins? I've never heard of that anywhere, I mean, how do you even kill it?"

"Them." Sam corrected. "They live in groups."

Dean sighed. "Well that's gonna be fun."

Somewhere down the row, a man was singing behind a set up microphone with a guitar in his lap. A small crowd had formed to watch him.

Sam's stomach had begun churning with that feeling that made his organs feel like jelly again. He shrugged against the collar of his shirt.

"Right, well, there's Kelly Williams' stall." Dean glanced again down at the pamphlet, "Rings and Things ... how creative--"

But Sam's eyes had found on another stall. One further down from Kelly Williams', a little set-up of vases and stain glass sculptures. Rather ... they found the woman standing in front of it.

Of course it was you.

Standing against the breeze in another, unsurprisingly, light green dress. It was ruffled and shimmering and glittery and short. It made Sam's airways tighten to a shut.

You seemed intent on avoiding wearing anything that draped any further than just over the curve of your ass, and Sam prayed to anyone listening that it would stay that way.

"Sammy?"

Dean's face shrunk in confusion, he followed his brother's line of sight. He began to laugh, clearly finding you, and jostled Sam with a hand on his shoulder. "Well, isn't this just your luck."

Sam was sucking in deep breaths again. Dean shoved him in the side.

"Go talk to her, I'll speak to Mrs Williams."

Jumping back into semi-consciousness, Sam shook his head, "No, no, it's fine. We'll go--"

"Stop being a baby, Sam." Dean shrugged him off. "You're gonna have to talk to her eventually. And I hope you do a better job than you did yesterday, because that was a train-wreck."

"Thanks."

But Dean's figure was already retreating.

"Asshole." Sam muttered under his breath.

Eyes found you again, they strained against the sunlight. He could make out your face from where he stood: it was twisting, falling into a creased brow that Sam didn't like the look of.

His legs began moving before he had chance to instruct them and it only took a couple paces of his long structure to find your side, heart thumping violently in his ears.

Your eyes lifted from the table, there was an elderly lady sitting in the shade of the cover and looking unimpressed.

"Sam." You smiled up at him and he swore in that second he could listen to you saying his name forever on repeat and never grow bored. "What a pleasant surprise."

"Hey." He sighed, it was louder than he anticipated and he could feel his cheeks growing warmer. "W-What are you doing here?"

You stuttered, "Well, I was just looking at this cute little crocodile--"

His eyes found where your hand was motioning over the woman's table. He was unsurprised to find it littered with stained-glass sculptures of animals. Lions and fish and elephants among others.

But the woman interrupted before you could find the end of your sentence.

"I don't sell to kidnappers."

Her elderly face was curled up in disgust. Sam was taken aback by her directness.

He was more taken aback by your polite smile at her.

"That's fine. I'll be on my way." You nodded kindly, looking back up to Sam. "Wanna take a walk?"

Sam's bones had begun aching with fury in the small seconds since he'd arrived. His brow-bone was heavy set against his eyes.

He glanced over at the crocodile you'd referenced. It was about the size of a shoebox, glassy in bottle green tones and grinning a mouthful of sharp teeth up at him. He could already see it sitting happily on a spot between your books and photo frames, maybe up on the mantle above your fireplace.

Brushing softly against your elbow with his hand, a movement that sent a stone cold shiver up his whole body, he shook his head. "Just one sec--"

He turned to the woman, sticking his finger in the direction of the lifeless creature.

"I'd like to buy that crocodile please."

"Oh, Sam, you don't have to--"

But the woman was unmoved, "No. I'm not selling anything to anyone associated with her."

She stuck a shaking finger in your direction and Sam suddenly wanted to rip the stall to pieces.

"We should just go..." Your voice was small and he fought hard against pulling your frame into his side.

Instead, he reached into his jacket pocket for his FBI identification: flipping it out into the daylight for the woman to see. Her eyes widened behind thinly framed spectacles.

"I said I'd like to buy that crocodile." His voice was stern, heavy laden with his trembling aggravation. "How much is it?"

The woman's face flickered between emotions, before settling on vexation. "Forty dollars." She mumbled.

"I'm sorry?"

"Forty dollars." She replied more clearly, face turning red in embarrassment.

Sam slipped away his badge and dug for his wallet in his pocket, he flipped between the notes and handed her two twenty dollar bills. The woman was quiet while she wrapped the creature, avoiding your and Sam's eyes in the process.

She handed it over with a scathing, "Get away from my stall."

"With pleasure." He turned to you, your face was a cherry red shade. "I'll take you up on that walk."

You stepped away, offering a small sheepish "thanks" to the woman scowling at your and Sam's retreating figures.

"Here." He handed you the crocodile gently, and you took it with tentative hands. "Get a lot of that?"

But you shrugged off his question, grabbing for your purse. "You really didn't need to do this, Sam. Let me just pay you--"

Sam stopped, taking your forearm into his hand - the tingle it sent up his body again didn't go amiss - and he huffed. "Please, please. Don't. It's a gift."

The sun was shining off your dress and it made your face seem lighter. "Sam, really, I can't ask you to--"

"Please?"

You paused, lashes blinking carefully up at him and god he could really kiss you right there--

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Smiling again, easing the tightness in Sam's chest, you nodded. "Fine."

You held the crocodile up to your face, "What are we gonna name him?"

"We?" Sam laughed and you laughed back at him.

"Sure, he's ours now." You tucked it under your arm again.

Ours. He was fragmentally taken away with the thought of something belonging to them, to us. A house, a couch, a dog (or a fox if that's what you wanted)--

"Anyways, where's the other one?"

Sam was brought back to the conversation.

"Oh, uh, Dean?" his eyes grazed over the stalls, pointing over to where Dean was talking with the tall Kelly Williams behind a tray of seashell necklaces. "Talking to one of the victims."

"Right, I almost forgot." You fiddled with your bag over your shoulder. "He decided whether he's killing me yet?"

His mouth tilted teasingly. "What makes you think that I've decided I'm not here to kill you?"

You shrugged, teeth flashing in a gut-wrenchingly beautiful smile. "Well, you bought me this, and ... you don't seem the type."

"The type?"

"Nah, you're too sweet on me already."

Sam's stomach did a somersault in his chest. "I--"

"Besides, you couldn't do it here. Too much blood, too many witnesses ..."

Sam's hair flicked over his shoulder where he tossed his head back to laugh. "Right. You've thought about the logistics already."

"Sure have." You nodded. "Any headway on the kids?"

"Some." He shrugged. "There's this fairy--"

"Dryad."

"--living in this petting zoo in this cottage on the outskirts of town..."

"Fine." You conceded. "I won't ask."

"No, but we have--"

"Ah, look at you two. Getting along like a house on fire."

Sam hadn't noticed his brother's approaching footsteps. Dean clapped a jolly hand over his brother's arm.

You smiled in greeting. "Good morning Dean."

He nodded. "'Morning Tinkerbell."

"Dean."

Chuckling you nodded. "Good one. Haven't heard that before."

The sun was hot on Sam's shoulders, Dean was making it hotter with his conspicuous side eye.

"What's that you got there?" He motioned over the figure under your arm.

You lifted it up proudly, "It's my crocodile. Sam got it for me. The lady wouldn't sell it to me."

"Oh, Sam got it for you, huh?" Dean smirked, relishing in the admission.

"Yep."

The glitter in your eye was making Sam's knees buckle.

"W-We should get going ..." He shifted from his one leg to the other. "Work to do ... and stuff."

"Right," you agreed, fixing the strap over your shoulder again. "I should also head home, not very welcome 'round here anyways."

Confusion glazed briefly over Dean's face but he said nothing on it.

"Yeah, stuff to do." He nodded.

You began your walk past them, finding Sam's gaze. "Thanks again, Sam. I'll see you boys around."

His eyes followed you where your crystals were clinking around your neck. "Yeah. No problem."

Barely out of your earshot, Dean turned to Sam. "A crocodile, huh?"

"Shut up."

-

It wasn't another two days before Sam saw you again.

The boys dove head first back into research, Mrs Kelly Washington hadn't much more to add beyond the fact that she heard another child's voice in the moments before her daughter's disappearance.

"I mean, there was some mention in the lore about goblins being able to turn into kids. Naughty ones at that."

Dean sighed over his bar-top lunch. He took another swig of beer.

"Okay, so what, these ... goblins are coming into town as children and grabbing the kids from their yards? Maybe they'd met somewhere before then, at school or the park?"

Sam shifted the salad around his plate, bored. "Yeah, maybe."

There was a depressingly thin amount of information in John's journal on goblins and the website lore was too broad to even begin sifting through it before another child was taken.

"Well we know that eight kids are taken each time, right?"

Nodding, Sam took an unenthusiastic bite of tomato.

"That means there's still two kids to be taken. I mean, there's only been six victims and autumn is two weeks away from ending, if the story is true that they hunt before winter."

The boy's didn't have to wait long. They were less than an hour clear of the dilapidated bar they'd stopped in for lunch when the call came over the police monitor in the car.

"Units, this is dispatch. We have a suspected 134 at 98 Calvary, requesting assistance."

Code 134. Kidnapping.

Dean found Sam's eye across the front seat before taking a screeching turn into the next street.

Cavalry road was just a few streets down and the scene was as they'd expected. Burning red and blue cop cars littered the street and Dean pulled the Impala into a space between them.

There was a scuffle of officers, in the corner of the driveway a man holding a sobbing woman to his chest. The parents.

Dean and Sam flashed their badges at the nearest deputy.

"What's the situation?"

The officer huffed, tightening his grip on either side of his belt. "We think the kid was taken, Frankie Moore. Disappeared about two hours ago, the parents only called in the last twenty minutes. They thought he'd just run off."

Dean nodded and Sam watched over the scene around him.

"Any witnesses?"

The cop shook his head, Taylor, his badge read. "None. Right out the backyard, just like the others."

"Did the parents see anything, hear anything?" Sam pressed.

"Not from what we can gather from them right now, they're pretty out of shape." Taylor motioned back to where the Mrs Moore was desperately pushing out sentencing between racking sobs. "But we've got a suspect, they're out fetching them right now."

Dean glanced over the officer, "A suspect?"

Sam's hands were starting to itch. He twisted them against his the cuffs of his sleeve.

"Yeah, neighbour saw them out in the forest about an hour ago. Called it into dispatch. They never took it seriously until this call came in."

Somewhere behind them a short siren yelped from one of the cars.

"Did they have the kid or what?" Dean's face was laden with confusion, the story twisting around his brain.

"No, but they've been taken in on suspicion. Talk of the town and such." Taylor responded and Sam's heart sunk to his knees.

There was a click over the officer's radio. "Suspect is in custody."

He pulled it closer to his mouth, "Copy that."

Sam tugged up on the end of his sleeve, revealing his wrists in the afternoon light. They were turning a pinkish red. Handcuffs.

"Dean."

Dean's back stiffened at his brother's tone, eyes finding his wrists. He sighed. "You've got to be kidding me."

Sam's brain was turning muddy. "The suspect, is she a woman?"

Taylor nodded. "As far as I know, yes."

-

There was nothing else said.

Sam fled the scene as if the perpetrator himself. He flew into the passenger's seat with the force of an attacking bear.

Dean chased after him, slotting the key into the ignition: setting the car alight.

"Sam, I know what you're thinking--"

Houses flew past the car, streets and pedestrians, but Sam had no space to consider them.

"You don't know what I'm thinking."

But Dean was persistent, knuckles white around the wheel. "She's your ... your soulmate, I get that, but our leads are thin. Have you considered that she could really be doing this?"

The station came into view at the end of the road. Lights from the cars were flashing in Sam's eyes. His head spun.

"She's not a monster, Dean."

"But she is, Sam! She is! She's not a human."

Dean pushed down on the brake in front of the sheriff's station and Sam was out the car before it had fully pulled to a stop.

He threw the doors open. Officers were flocking around like seagulls over an abandoned hot dog.

Sam grabbed the arm of the nearest one, firm in his grip.

"The suspect, where is she?"

"Uh, they've just moved her to--"

The doors swung open again behind him and the rumbling of the station was overpowered by a loud low whine. It was followed by an equally distressed yelp.

Sam turned to find a row of officers, leading one after the other like ducks, each with a rattling metal cage of a different animal. Your animals.

Goose was yipping wildly in the confines of the box. A woman holding Lydia followed him. They come in procession: the rabbits, the ferrets, the ducks, the budgies.

"What the fuck!" An officer close to the door jumped out the way where Lydia hissed angrily at him from between the bars.

"No, please!"

Sam spun on his heel. His hands felt heavy with helplessness. It was your voice, echoing across the station and reverberating in his brain.

"Please, just leave them! They're not gonna hurt anyone. I haven't done anything--"

His feet chased after the sound. Sam found a long corridor near the back of the room, there were two officers tugging on either of your arms. Your eyes were bouncing wildly between each of the officers where they disappeared into the evidence room with your pets.

Your gaze found his own. "Sam!"

"Y/n." He was bounding down the corridor, long stretches of leg, but the officers were adamant in their grip.

"Sam, I promise I didn't-- it wasn't me. I swear--"

There was a loud huff and a heave and you stumbled backwards into a closed holding cell. Your hands wrapped between the bars.

"I know," Sam was breathless. "I know you didn't--"

Suddenly there was hands on his chest. "Sir, you need to get out of here."

"I need to speak with her--"

"Sir you can't do that. You need to speak to the sheriff."

Sam's chest was rumbling with a frenzied desperation. He couldn't pull his eyes off the fragments of your figure behind the bars.

The officers shoved him again. "Sir--"

He ripped himself off their grip, hair flushed back against his reddening face and he turned back down the corridor.

Dean was already at the sheriff's desk.

"--suspicious behaviour--"

"What the hell is going on?" Sam's voice rumbled across the room. "On what basis are you holding her?"

The sheriff was a small man and he looked smaller under Sam's furious stature.

"It's like I was telling your partner here, agent," He was patting a handkerchief over his balding head. "Y/n Y/l/n is being held on the basis of suspicious activity."

"What exactly is your definition of suspicious activity?"

The sheriff shrugged, "Well we got a call in of her roaming around the forest--"

Sam could feel his fists tightening at his sides, "What are people not allowed to go into the forest in this town or does that make them all kidnappers? You have no evidence--"

"Sammy, calm down." Dean's hand found Sam's chest but he shrugged him off.

"Release her. Right now."

But the sheriff shook his head. "Unfortunately, not even FBI have the power to do that. State's laws say she can be detained for 12 hours pending investigative procedures."

"Investigative procedures--?"

By then, Dean had him by the arm. "Okay, okay. Let's go cool off--"

He tugged Sam towards the door, surprising both himself and Dean by allowing him to do so successfully.

The cool dusk air rushed over his face. Sam took a deep breath.

"They have no evidence, Dean--"

"I get that, but you need to calm down. You're not helping the situation by threatening the sheriff."

An officer passed them with another cage. Three hedgehogs.

Sam ran a hand over his face. He took a deep breath.

"You don't even believe she's innocent, Dean."

There was quiet for a long moment.

Sam fell into a bench bolted against the side of the building. His hands found his face again. After a moment, Dean crouched into the spot beside him.

"Look." He sighed. "If you believe her, I believe you. Alright?"

Sam's eyes were watching his shoes. He nodded, only half believing his brother's claim.

They sat like that for nearly an hour with evening settling over Fernglade around them and the autumn crisp seeping into their suits.

After a long resounding silence, one that had stretched on past Dean's wide yawn, Dean rose to his feet.

"Sammy, we should go home. Get some headway on this goblins angle."

At that, Sam shook his head. "I'm gonna stay."

"What, until she's out?"

"Yeah."

Dean's eyes were dripping in pity and it made Sam's blood boil.

"That's--" he raised his watch into his eyeline, "She's still got another ten hours. It's only six o' clock now."

Sam nodded. "Yeah."

"Sam--"

"Dean."

Another cold silence.

Sam pressed his hair back with a wide hand, conceding. "Look, I'm sorry. But I'm gonna stay. You head back to the motel, do some work and get some sleep. I'll be fine."

Dean considered him, but he made no further argument and Sam thought momentarily it was maybe because he knew he couldn't budge him in the same argument with Cas.

"Alright. Fine." Dean nodded, tugging his jacket closer against the cold. "I'll see you in the morning."

Sam watched his brother's retreating figure all the way until the Impala had disappeared down the next street before going to stand.

The doors swung open with a whine, the station had cooled to a quieter buzz than when he'd first burst in. The sheriff had disappeared into an office off in the corner of the room.

Finding the nearest officer, Johnson, behind a short wooden desk, Sam approached him.

Officer Johnson glanced warily up at him from the papers he'd been filling out. He'd probably been witness to his first outburst.

"Uhm," Sam cooled his voice to a deferential timber. "The animals at the back, what's gonna happen to them?"

The officer set his pen down, "Well I'm doing the paperwork on them now. They'll be released if and when she does."

"If?"

He shrugged, "Yeah, if they don't find anything they'll let her go. Only got twelve hours."

Sam shifted his weight, running his eyes over the station. Somehow it was colder inside than the bench he'd just abandoned.

"Right."

The image returned to him again of your tiny green dress, the satin sleeves that reached down over your arms - he wondered for a moment if you wore them to cover all his scars - and the shiny ends that left your legs a prize for the bite of the freezing air that nipped at him even through all his layers.

He dug his hands into his coat pocket, pulling out his badge and his wallet and his phone to slip them into his pant pockets. Then he shrugged out the jacket.

Sam held it out to the officer. "Would you mind giving this to her?"

The officer took it with tentative hands, he gave it a glance over but made no move to stand.

"There's nothing in it." Sam huffed. "It's freezing in here, and unless you want her to die of hypothermia before morning, I suggest you do what I've asked."

He was considering it, Sam could tell by how his eyes flickered over the office door behind which the sheriff was hiding, but eventually elected to stand.

"Fine."

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[fellshish]

Fells my sister asked if the destiel writers have good hallmark Christmas movie game and I didn't know

Do you know of any good ones?

Hmm ok i’m not a big fluff reader or a christmas fic reader. That being said i’ve scanned my bookmarks for the best romcommy destiel fics and have come up with a few.

In canon there’s this one where dean tries to give castiel an “in” for kissing him after he comes back from the empty, just to see if he meant his confession romantically; so good and funny. Big fan of this fake dating fic where dean has to pretend to be garth’s husband, fun and funny. There’s also this brilliant hilarious creative third person pov fake dating fic.

Does your sister like aus? Then i have some options. Like this fic where dean works in a fast food restaurant when the president (cas) walks in. This famous actor + unfamous guy soulmate au has a lot of cute tropes. Dean hires a sexy handyman. But this fic immediately came to mind it’s a bake off au mixed with pride & prejudice

Sorry if these aren’t really what you’re looking for because they lack the important christmas element of the hallmark christmas movie. Maybe other tumblrinas can add recs?

[glygriffe]

Rec list of the Month

Reading is fondamental. It makes you travel in different worlds, feel all sorts of different things that make you grateful for the wonderful people who share their words with you.

Here are some of the authors and stories I want to celebrate in September.

Supernatural

Untitled: Post-finale genfic where Cas is back but have to possess Dean and he cannot manifest other than a thought in Dean’s head. By @cosmicoceanfic from a prompt by @foolondahill17 (Dean x Castiel)

Imperfections: teen Lucifer has skin problems and too many brothers he doesn’t relate to. A fic by @thewritingspot inspired by the art of @troize (No pairing)

Prompt ask: "What if we'd ended up somewhere else, somewhere closer to what we planned?" A fic by @quietwingsinthesky from an ask by @sugaraddictarchangels (Sam x Jess!Lucifer)

Never Say Goodbye: a Soulmate AU following the first seasons of the show by @zepskies (Dean x Reader)

Untitled: A short head canon from @castideans-pie where Dean is learning Enochian (Dean x Castiel)

Stanger Things

The charming of Steve goddamned Harrington as told by Jeff: an outsider POV on a fledgling steddie romance by @scarcrossdlvrs (Eddie x Steve)

Untitled: a sweet imagine scenario where Eddie experienced a kiss differently by @steddiehyperfixation (Eddie x Steve)

Other fandoms

Bottom of the barrel: Some cargo on the Firefly class ship called Serenity is anything but… A slice of life on Malcolm Reynolds’ ship by @waywardwizzard (No pairing)

I'm only me when I'm with you: Peter Parker is having a rough day, but Morgan Stark is on a quest to make her adopted brother feel better. A cute IronDad story by Good_As_I_Am94 on AO3. (No pairing)

Fatherhood: Dick Greyson : a sweet story where Bruce and Dick learn to navigate with each other, by @metukah I draw a little something for this one as part of the @wipbigbang event!

Live a little: a cute fluffy ficlet with Steve Rodger by @until-theend-oftheline (Steve Rodger x Reader)

The Judgment of Bucky Barnes: Just Bucky being grumpy and Tony Stark being there for it! A story by @copperbadge-writes on AO3 (No pairing)

[123passwort]

Summary: that 👇 Cas led to a lot of anger and pain and blood loss

Overprotective - Castiel

Masterlist

Word count : 3k

Warnings: Injury, blood, canon typical violence I guess, not proofread at all I literally wrote this and now it's going out

soulmate au implied, angst, hurt/comfort, no usage of y/n, x gender neutral reader!

Summary: Reader and Cas get into a fight about how he's been too overprotective lately. Reader ends up going off on their own to blow off some steam, and getting majorly hurt in the process + worrying their soulmate nearly to death

I understood why Castiel was so protective of me. I was protective of him too, and sometimes slightly jealous, though I would never admit it.

Once he had realized I was his kindred spirit, his protectiveness became almost over-bearing at times. I appreciated it sometimes; it meant that he cared for me. I was worried he was disappointed or even disgusted that I was what he had been waiting for all these millenia, but he proved all of my doubts wrong over and over again.

Ever since I had gotten hurt a couple of months ago, he had become even more protective, if that was possible at this point. This was the last straw.

"Look, Cas, I think I can handle myself on a salt and burn." I ground out, trying my best not to unleash my fury on him. I didn't blame him for worrying, considering I wasn't exactly near-indestructible like him, but he was going way too far with this.

"I just think you need to rest, maybe we could spend some time together-" He started.

"No." I cut him off. "You are not going to keep using that as an excuse. I'm going and that's fucking final Castiel. " I turned my back to him, stalking out of the room.

"Wait-" He started again, halting me in my tracks. It infuriated me. I whipped my head around, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Be careful." He said simply, turning and walking out of the room with his hands in his pockets. I almost felt bad. I shook that feeling off as soon as it came though. Stupid soulmate bond.

I hoisted my bag of equipment over my shoulder, giving Dean a quick goodbye on the way out, nodding at him. By the look on his face, he had probably heard my argument with Cas. I didn't care at this point. I had voiced my annoyance with him to Dean, and even Dean had agreed he was going a bit overboard, but he had said to "take it easy on him" because he had "lost a lot people close to him" before.

I understood, but that was no reason to conceal me from the world. Hell, me and the brothers had run into a shapeshifter a week ago, and he hadn't even allowed me to leave the bunker by myself since then. I had half-joked at that point that I would ward to place specifically to keep Cas out. It was suffocating, and I needed to breathe.

The salt and burn went off without a hitch, but it just wasn't enough. There was no satisfaction in banishing a spirit; no violence. I needed violence right now, fist to fist. I needed to hit something solid.

I considered checking out the lone werewolf we had been following for the past couple of weeks. He wasn't exactly high on our list of priorities-so far he had only killed once, which was a much lesser body count that the vamp we were frantically trying to locate-but he was on it, and that was enough for me.

I tossed the idea around in my head for a moment, leaning against the steering wheel and mulling it over. I could go and check it out, maybe bring some info back to the guys since this was a bit of a strange occurrence, and confront him if I absolutely had to. Only if i had to, of course.

Who was I kidding?

My mind made, I shifted into gear and stepped on the gas. My knuckles gripped the steering wheel the entire way there, aching for a release.

I parked a decent distance away from his place, maybe a mile or so, so as not to alert him. We weren't exactly sure how far his 'territory' expanded outwards from the beat-up cabin, so I decided to play it safe.

I rubbed a sachet of wolfsbane all over myself to hide my scent, before tucking a knife in my shoe and slamming my door shut, suddenly not caring if it alerted the wolf or not. I wanted him to come to me.

My fists clenched at my sides, I walked stiffly down the road, my boots making the gravel crunch beneath me. I was making as much noise as I possibly could without yelling out 'Hey, it's me, I'm a monster hunter! Come and get me!'.

I heaved a sigh when the old house came into sight and still nothing. Not even any signs a werewolf was here. Had he packed up and left when he got wind of us tracking him?

I regretted putting on the wolfsbane at all. I clenched my fists harder, my knuckles now white as paper and my fingers cramping painfully. My fingernails dug into my palm, almost drawing blood. I growled, halting and kicking at the gravel in frustration. I just wanted to let my anger out.

I turned around, about to begin stomping back to my car. I silently cursed at myself for being so cautious.

A large, dense creature suddenly crashed into me from the side, knocking the air out of my lungs. I rolled over the ground, sticks and gravel battering my body as I gasped for my breath and scrambled to right myself. I stood up, my eyes darting around as I readied myself for the fight I had been craving. I took a deep breath as the werewolf emerged from the trees, a sick grin on his face.

He ran at me, his claws swiping my arm before I could react. I spun around, following him with my eyes and growling. I felt warm blood trickle down my arm. Oh Cas was going to lose it when he saw me like this. I almost laughed at the thought.

I shifted into a crouch, readying myself for his next attack as he did the same.

We both ran forward at the same time, but he was much quicker, crashing into me and sending us both onto the ground. I huffed out a breath when my back hit the hard dirt, winding me.

I shifted slightly as I fell though, pointing my knife upwards. The werewolf let out a pained snarl as he landed on me, the knife piercing his belly. I struggled out from underneath him, still gasping for breath.

He snagged my ankle at the last second, pulling me back towards him and plunging my own blade into my thigh. I cried out attempting to struggle away and only making it worse, the razor sharp blade only cutting a large wound into my thigh. I panted, suddenly feeling nauseous. I wasn't sure if it was from blood loss or the way I could see the muscles in my leg flexing clearly, no skin in the way to block it. I gagged, still trying to kick myself away from him.

He crawled towards me, his grip still iron on my leg. Soon, he heaved himself forwards, his teeth coming piercing my shoulder abruptly, making me scream. I struggled to push him away, my right arm weak from the injury. He pulled away, blood dripping from his teeth and grinning at me as he chuckled lowly.

"Pathetic little hunter." He hissed into my ear. I groaned, feeling my pulse in the wound on my neck. My chest was tight.

I shoved himself off of me, stumbling to his feet and leaning against a nearby tree. I rolled onto my hands and knees in a weak attempt to get onto my own feet. He kicked me in the ribs, hard. I gasped out, falling to the ground and struggling to breathe, clutching my ribs.

I heard him laugh again, although through my blurry vision, I noticed he was still grasping his side where I had stabbed him. If I had guessed correctly, he should be bleeding out soon.

But despite that, I was bleeding out much faster, I knew. Especially with the new gash to my shoulder. I rolled onto my side, beginning to struggle up again, before he roughly pushed me over with his foot.

He grabbed my ankles and began to drag me through the brush. I mumbled out a protest, attempting to force my eyes open, but all I managed was to toss my head side to side. I felt each stick and stone against my back, and I felt my blood trickling out of my wounds and seeping into the forest floor.

I wasn't sure how much further he dragged me, but he suddenly came to a stop, dropping my legs with a dull thud and a weak groan from me. The wound on my shoulder was still bleeding freely, I could tell as well as he could. He knew I didn't have much longer.

I felt a boot on my chest, and my eyes flew open again in a panic as he started putting weight on it. I gasped out, feeling something in my chest shift, clearly broken. I managed out a strangled gasp, clawing at his foot feebly before he removed it, obviously not wanting to finish me off yet.

He placed his foot to the side of me, leaning down until his face was inches from my ear. I flinched back, expecting him to lay into me again with his sharp canines.

"Whether you make it or not," He breathed into my ear. "You can serve as a warning to your hunters." He sneered, sounding disgusted with the word.

"Don't mess with a lone wolf." He growled, slamming his hand down on the ground less than an inch from my head. I flinched, though I wasn't able to do much. He stood up abruptly, looking around before disappearing into the woods. I would have breathed a sigh of relief if I could.

I stared up at the ceiling of the forest above me, darkness creeping into the edges of my vision. I breathed shallowly, struggling to keep my eyes open. I pushed myself onto my side, letting out a weak moan of pain as I did so. The ground beneath me was slippery with my own blood as I struggled to my forearms, glancing around through blurry vision. I didn't recognize anything around me.

I mumbled out a curse, dropping onto my side again and allowing my eyes to flutter shut.

When I awoke again, it was dark. The fact that I was awake surprised me, I had expected to bleed out while I was unconscious.

I felt even weaker before, unable to do anything but lay there, staring up at the rays of moonlight that filtered through the branches. I squeezed my eyes shut when a wave of pain crashed over me, whimpering. Heat was creeping up to my face from the wound on my neck, but the rest of my body felt ice cold.

My brain moved sluggishly, panning through my options. There weren't many where I made it out alive. Castiel briefly crossed my mind, but how would he even find me? It didn't even occur to me, in my half-conscious state, that I could pray to him.

I briefly wondered if he would feel the invisible threads snapping when I took my final breath, like the texts said. I wondered if he would be glad to finally be untied from his disappointment of a soulmate. After waiting all these centuries, he at least deserved someone who wasn't a hunter. Someone who wouldn't die an early and gruesome death. Someone who could grow old with him, who he could spend most of their life with. I briefly wondered if he would feel the invisible threads snapping when I-

I soon found my thoughts going around in lazy circles before they drifted off into nothing.

The sound of small branches snapping and leaves crunching woke me up hours later, and I could now see the faint light of dawn creeping through the forest canopy when I cracked my eyes open. The light barely filtered through the branches, though it was far from reaching me still, the floor of the forest still pitch black. my eyes tried to close again, before I heard a much more distinct crunch.

My eyes widened in alarm and I began struggling to sit up. I feared the werewolf had come back for me. My palms slipped in the bloody leaves beneath me and I fell back to the ground with a whimper. The blood had clotted slightly around the wound in my shoulder, slowing the bleeding; but the movement tore it open painfully, and I could feel the blood begin to trickle down my blood-caked skin.

My eyes shut and I sagged into the ground, my breaths beginning to slow. The hand that had been clutched against my ribcage, putting pressure on the fracture, dropped to the ground as I began to fall unconscious again.

I heard another twig snap, and I felt a faint rush of panic. I could do nothing other than curl around myself, pressing my back into the tree. I knew it wouldn't save me, but it at least provided some bit of comfort.

Another crunching of leaves. Another footstep. Another twig snapping. This time though, it sounded much, much clearer. Closer. I instinctively curled tighter around myself, my breath quickening. I could feel adrenaline begin to pump through my veins, though I was too far gone for it to help me any.

My last few moments were about to be spent in fear and pain.

I jerked away in surprise when a hand touched my side. I gasped out a strangled cry as my body protested, every injury screaming at me. I collapsed back onto the ground, frantically shoving myself away from the owner of the hand.

My vision blurred, tears collecting in my eyes. All I saw was the broad silhouette of a man approaching me. I could faintly hear him speaking to me, though that was the last thing on my mind. I needed to get away.

I shrank back against the tree, visibly shaking now, as the shadow reached for me. I gasped out shallow breaths, panic seizing me. I clutched my arms to my stomach, desperately trying to alleviate some of the pain. I squeezed my eyes shut.

The hand tentatively touched my side again. I pressed myself into the ground as much as I could, while trying to shield my injuries with my arms. I could hear him speaking to me again. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but I could barely make out that there didn't seem to be any hostility or harshness to his voice. It almost sounded..familiar? I searched my clouded mind for who it could be but came up with nothing.

The hands tried to pry my arms away from my middle. I whimpered in protest, but didn't have the energy to stop them, allowing them to move my arms to the side and reveal my wounds. I whined when they began to tenderly prod at my injuries, my hands feebly coming back up in an attempt to shield myself.

I tried to force my heavy eyelids open, to see who it was, even though I knew I wouldn't be able to make them out. Even though I knew it wouldn't stop them from finishing me off. I heard their voice become frantic as my breathing slowed and my head lolled to the side. Soon, even the pain faded into nothingness.

I woke up what felt like moments later. Warmth wrapped around me: I felt like I was floating. I tossed my head side to side feebly, realizing I was being carried. I let out an inaudible noise of protest. I heard the same voice from before, more through their chest than anything else. I stopped fighting, unsure what they were saying, and let myself drift off again.

I opened my eyes slowly, a familiar smell invading my senses, along with cool leather against my cheek. I was vaguely aware of the fact that I was in a moving car.

"Castiel?" I mumbled, my voice hoarse. I immediately began coughing, my throat dry and salty.

I felt the car swerve, before coming to a full stop. I propped myself onto my elbows, trying to rid myself of the horrible cough. I realized the wound on my neck had been healed, along with the majority of my other injuries.

"Cas." I gasped out as he appeared in the open door, before sliding into the seat next to me. He gently positioned me in his lap, stroking my arm and leaning down to my ear.

"It's okay. I've got you." He comforted me softly, reaching his hand down to my chest. He tenderly pressed his palm to my chest, his hand emanating a soft, ever so faint glow. My coughed ceased, leaving me weak and slightly shaking in his arms.

I relaxed into him. The events of the past couple of weeks played in the back of my mind, but I ignored it, not wanting to break the silence quite yet.

"I'm sorry," He started.

"No." I said faintly, rolling over in his lap to gaze up at him. I raised a weak hand, carefully pressing my finger to his lips to silence him. He tilted his head, I could see the confusion in his face.

"Don't start." I continued. "We both have a lot to talk about. That's it."

"I agree." He said, leaning down and placing a gently kiss on my forehead. "But first, never risk your life like that again."

"I've waited millennia for you, and you're perfect in every way. You're more than I have ever imagined. I can't lose you." He admitted softly.

"It won't happen again." I promised.

[spnhunter4life]

Masterlist

One Shots

Day Off (Dean x reader) Y/N and the boys are finally taking a much deserved day off. She plans on staying in bed all day and watching TV until Dean comes in with news about a job.

Why Not? (Dean x reader) Dean and Y/N are both single on Valentine’s Day and decide to have a “friend date.” With a little help from a flirty waitress, feelings are realized and confessed.

Two B  Dean knows just how to help on a bad day.

Two Minutes to Midnight (Dean x reader) Y/n is out for a fun day with Sam when things take a turn for the worse. Desperate for help, they turn to Castiel for answers. But how helpful will the unreliable angel be?

Drunk Girl (Dean x ofc) Dean's night doesn't go quite as he planned when the girl in the bar is in need of company and a ride home. (Loosely based off of the song by Chris Janson)

Not So Bad Bad information on a hunt leads to a tense situation that ends in confessed feelings.

Winchester’s Girl (Dean x reader) Friends to lovers hockey AU

Series

So Long (Dean x original female character) Jenna and Dean have known each other since she was 9 and he was 11. Their fathers often hunted together, so they grew up in next door motel rooms, keeping each other company and watching out for Sammy. They were inseparable until their dads inevitably fought and stopped working together. Shortly after Sam left for college, her father had been killed on a hunt and his dad had been more and more distant, so they started hunting together. In a world where everyone has a tattoo of their soulmate’s name that appears somewhere on them on their 16th birthday, it took them a ridiculous amount of time to figure things out.

Familiar   Part 2   Part 3 (Dean x reader) Sam, Dean and Y/N are on a case, and it turns out Y/N is just the monster’s type.

End Up Here (Dean x original female character) A short story about falling in love. Emily goes out for the night with a group of friends. She wasn't expecting to meet a handsome stranger or anything that followed.

Bullets and Ballgowns (Dean x original female character) In the summer of 1813, the arrival of a new family in Brighton causes much excitement for the townsfolk. Anna Foster is shocked to realize she has already met the elder of the two sons, Dean. As she gets to know the family better, she must fight her feelings for him. Though she finds herself drawn to him, it is impossible that they could ever be together.

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[sarahsmi13s]

Sirens vs Soulmates

(not my gif)

jake ‘hangman’ seresin x floyd!hunter!reader

characters: jake seresin, y/n floyd, robert floyd, dean winchester, sam winchester, bradley bradshaw, the dagger squad, castiel, oc! jimmy (he’s the medical examiner

warnings: THIS FIC IS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, language, death, suicide, depression, insecurites, cheating, SMUT, blood, legal age drinking, knives, guns, cannon violence, soulmates, i’m sorry if i missed any, please let me know and I will add it to the list

word count: ~12.6k 

a/n: this is a supernatural/top gun crossover fic, this was inspired by @fandomxpreferences and this post and i hope i did the idea justice

lightly proof read

while this could be considered a soulmate au, it’s not as obvious as some

like mentioned in the warning, this fic contains sensitive themes, reader discrection is advised

************

Dean yanked open the car door, letting your head drop. “Fuck!” You hissed when the movement startled you awake.

“Get up, we’re here,” he gruffed out, adjusting his suit jacket. You sat up, flipping him off as you rolled your neck, trying to release the tension caused by your awkward sleeping angle.

You got out of the car, stretching your back and checking your badge. “NCIS Special Agent Gibbs?” You arched an eyebrow at both Winchesters. “Are you trying to get us caught?” “You don’t even know our names yet,” Dean retorted defensively.

Sliding your badge into your jean pocket, you held out your other hand for theirs. “Well, show me.” Sam chuckled and slapped his badge into your hand. You opened it and looked over his credentials. “NCIS Special Agent Sam David?” You pronounced it ‘David’ and not ‘Da-veed’. He nodded, “Helps to keep it a little less suspicious.” You hummed and held your hand out for Dean’s.

He arched a challenging brow, hoping you would drop it. But you pressed and arched a brow right back. He held your eye contact, his eyes cutting as he squinted hoping to intimidate you. You held it, eyes squinting slightly as you held your chin high.

Finally his resolve broke and he rolled his eyes, fishing his badge out of his jacket pocket.

“That wasn’t so hard was it.” You smirked and opened it, “NCIS Special Agent Dean Shepard.” You scoffed and tossed it to him. “Wow, okay. Let’s just get these autopsy results before real NCIS Agents get here.”

You walked ahead going right in with the brothers trailing behind you.

Flashing the badge to the receptionist, “NCIS Special Agent Gibbs. My partners and I are here to talk to the ME. He knows we’re coming.” You made sure to add authority to your voice to show you wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer and that you meant business. Sam and Dean flashed their badges and you were immediately brought back.

“I was wondering when NCIS was gonna show up. Who’s in charge?” Dean stepped forward, “That would be-” The ME shook his head, “No. You’re not in charge.” He looked at you, “You must be Agent Gibbs?”

You fought a smirk and walked forward, “Yeah. That’s me.” You gestured to the latest victim, a young Naval aviator, “Cause of death the same as the other victims?” He nodded, “Yup, gunshot to the temple, gun residue on his dominant hand.” “So why were you waiting on NCIS if you confirmed it a suicide?” You crossed your arms. “Because none of these sailors have a history of depression or suicidal tendencies. And I already told you over the phone Y/N, that I found high levels of oxytocin in all 4 sailors. We both know it’s a siren.”

The brothers shared a confused look behind you.

Sam spoke first, “Hold on, so you know each other?” You nodded, “Went to high school in Wyoming together. Our fathers were best friends, and they went on hunts pretty often.” Sam scoffed, impressed by you. Dean smirked, also impressed but a little upset you didn’t tell them you knew more than you let on.

“You didn’t think to tell us you knew what was happening?” Dean asked, hands on his hips. “Honestly, Dean, I'm surprised you didn’t make the siren joke beforehand. Cause if you had, I might have said something.”

You turned back to your friend, “Jimmy, do you know where sailors and pilots usually like to hang out? Let off some steam?” He nodded, “Yeah, The Hard Deck. It’s the bar closest to the Air Base. You’ll be greeted by a sea of khaki when you walk in.” You nodded, “Thank you, I’ll keep in touch.”

All three of you left and went to the car.

“You’ve got friends in high places Y/N,” Sam said, a smirk on his face as he opened his door. “Oh you don’t even know the half of it.”

Dean turned to you once you slid into the backseat, “How do you have great relations with these people? Everywhere we go, some agent or officer is trying to arrest or kill us.” You shrugged, “I just have a way with people I guess. I try to work with the law instead of against it.”

“You just tell people you’re hunting monsters?” You shrugged, “When you’re in rural areas, they have folklore, use that to your advantage. But in others you just have to either work with the law or let them get themselves into trouble and save their ass.”

Dean rolled his eyes and drove to the bar.

******

When you pulled in you shucked your jacket and gun, but held onto your badge.

“Hey, your gun?” Dean questioned, not seeing it in your waistband when you adjusted your white shirt. You shook your head, “I don’t need it. This is a bar full of Navy personnel, and I’ve had my fair share of bar fights. I think I’ll be fine.”

Dean looked at Sam, thinking maybe he could talk some sense into you. But Sam only shrugged and laughed. “Dean, we literally pulled her out of a bar fight the first time we met her. She’s fine.”  Dean grumbled, not pleased with the fact that you just went in places unarmed considering you knew what lurked in the shadows.

****

You walked in, giving polite nods to the older officers that were in the room and going right up to the bar.

Penny noticed you and came over, “Hi, what can I get you?” You smiled at her, pulling out your badge, “Not drinking tonight. But is it possible if I could ask you a few questions?” She did a quick once over of the bar, “Of course, what do you need to know?” You pulled out the photos of the dead sailors and pilot. “Did you see any of these men here in the past few weeks?” She frowned, “Yes, I did. They were regulars, nice guys -a little cocky- but nice. Shame what happened, they never once gave the impression of being depressed.”

She wiped down the table out of habit. “Why is NCIS looking into suicides?” You leaned against the bar, “Well, we think it may not have been suicides.” She nodded, humming a little, “Anything I can do to help?” You nodded, “Did any of them leave with someone the night they died? Someone they didn’t arrive with?” Penny shrugged, “I’m not sure. Except Lieutenant Crole did leave with a woman pretty early in the night. She came over to him and they hit it off.” “Did you catch her name?” “Haley? Hannah? Something like that.”

“Penny, m’dear,” a voice drawled next to you. “Could I get another round?” You looked over to find a taller man around 6 foot -maybe- with tan skin, sun bleached hair, and striking green eyes. He noticed you looking and smirked at you, “And, uh, whatever she’s having can go on my tab.” You huffed out a laugh, holding up your badge again. “Sorry, cowboy, I’m afraid I can’t tonight.” He frowned a little, “Shame, maybe some other time.” He winked at you and something stirred in your chest.

Penny came back with a tray loaded with bottles. She smirked a little at the interaction happening in front of her, “Hangman, this is Agent…” You held your hand out for him to shake, “Gibbs.” Jake gave you an amused look and shook your hand, “Like the show?” You sighed, smiling a little, “Yeah, like the show.” “Well, let’s hope you’re not as rough around the edges.” You hummed a little, “Rougher.” “Now you’re teasin’ me.”

“Agent Gibbs was asking about those sailors,” Penny prompted him. “Oh the ones that committed suicide?” “Well, we’re thinking it may not be suicide. Did you know any of them?” He shrugged, gathering the drinks, “Knew of them, didn’t know them personally. But some members of my team did.” You eyed the drinks, “Here, let me help you.” You grabbed a few and followed him over.

You both sat the drinks down. “Thanks for the help.” “No problem Lieutenant.” You wiped the condensation on your jeans as you turned around and began to go meet Sam and Dean at the bartop.

“Who’s your friend?” You heard someone ask from behind you, making you stop. “Oh, this is Special Agent Gibbs with NCIS,” Hangman introduced with a smirk, knowing he roped you into the little group.

You turned and nodded to the group, “Hi.” You felt extremely shy and out of your element all of sudden, being under the eyes of at least 7 or so pilots.

“Agent, this is my team. The guy with the pornstache is Rooster, next to him is Phoenix, that’s my best friend Coyote, they’re Payback and Fanboy, and that little wallflower over there is Bob,” Hangman introduced the group by their call signs.

You scanned the group as he did so, waving back when they waved. But when he got to Bob, your stomach turned. “Shit,” you huffed out quietly.

If Hangman heard you, he didn’t acknowledge it. “Agent Gibbs is here investigating the deaths of those sailors and Lieutenant Crole.” “The suicides?” You pulled your eyes from your brother and nodded at the man introduced as Fanboy, “We’re thinking it may not be as simple as it looks. 4 in the course of a month, all in the same fashion… We just want to cover our bases.”

You pulled out a card, “If any of you know anything, you can contact me here.” You dropped it onto the table allowing them to do whatever with it.

“Hey, Floyd, weren’t you close with Petty Officer Chase?” Phoenix asked her backseater, leaning on her pool cue. Bob looked down at his cup of peanuts, “Yeah, I was. We were on the same carrier for a deployment I was on.” You looked at him, “Would you be comfortable answering some questions?” Bob looked up holding eye contact with you and he nodded, but you could see it in his eyes that he wasn’t happy.

You walked over to an area that was close to the group but secluded enough that they wouldn’t hear.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He hissed out, pushing his glasses up. “I’m supposed to be asking the questions here Robert.” “Okay, ask them.” “Do you know who he left with the night he died?” “Y/N, this isn’t the type of case you think it is.” You put your hands on your hips, “Robby, Jimmy found raised levels of oxytocin in their system. It’s exactly what I think it is.” “Just because they had sex before they died doesn’t mean it’s a monster.” You tossed your arms out to your side, “Who offs themselves right after sex, Bob?”

He placed his hands on your shoulders to try and get his point across, which caught the attention of the two brothers at the bar. “Shit, Dean-” Sam got his attention and Dean looked over, “Son of a bitch.” They got up and headed your way.

Bradley clocked the two hunters, seeing the looks on their faces and following their line of sight. “Hey, Hangman, they’re headed towards Floyd.” “Son of a bitch.” They put their cues down and cut off the Winchesters.

Jake and Bradley were toe-to-toe with Dean and Sam.

“Lieutenants,” Sam greeted, nodding to them but his eyes were looking around Rooster at you and Bob. Both tried to walk around the pilots but they stepped with them. “We can’t let you do that,” Jake said, holding intense eye contact with Dean, matching the determined expression. “That’s our teammate and he’s in a very serious conversation with someone.”

Dean pulled his badge out, frustrated, “Yeah with our boss.” Sam called out to you, holding eye contact with Bradley, “Y/N? Everything okay over there?”

“Bobby, you know I’m right,” you managed to say before Sam caught your attention. You turned, seeing both brothers staring down the two pilots. “Yeah, I’m fine Sam.” Bob turned you around by your shoulder, “You’re working with the fucking Winchesters?” “Who I work with is none of your business.”

You sighed, “Look, I’m not gonna ask for your help. I know this isn’t the life you wanted. But you need to let me do my job.” He rested his hands on his hips, huffing out a defeated sigh. You smiled, “Just watch your six, okay? And keep an eye out for your team.” “Don’t do anything stupid.” You chuckled and walked towards the four men, “No promises Robby.”

When you walked over, you had to fight the urge to laugh seeing the men staring each other down.

“Do we have a problem?” You asked, crossing your arms and arching a brow. They stepped away from each other. “No, Agent Gibbs, no problem here,” Rooster said, going back to the pool table. You looked at Jake, expecting an answer from him as well. “Everything’s just peachy, Agent.” He walked past you, winking as he passed.

You rolled your eyes, a small smirk tugging at your lips as you shook your head. You looked at Sam and Dean, and pointed to the door, “Outside.”

Once you were outside, you threw your arms out to the side. “What the hell was that?” Sam scoffed, “He put his hands on you. We didn’t need you getting-” “He’s my brother. He wasn’t trying to pick a fight.”

Dean held up a hand, “Wait, you have a brother?” You nodded, “That’s what I said.” “And he’s in the Navy?” You nodded, “Yeah, joined right out of high school.” “He left you?” “Dean, he doesn’t want this life. Our dad wasn’t going to hold him back from what he truly wanted to do. He just made sure that he could protect himself.” He scoffed, “Must be nice.”

You rolled your eyes, “Let’s just go to the motel. Gather intel and I’ll try to figure out if any of the victims had anything in common with each other. Then I’ll go and try to spot the siren in the bar.” “Why you? Why not one of us?” Sam asked. “Because my uncle told me all about that one time you both encountered a siren and nearly killed each other. I’m not letting you anywhere near this one.”

You got in the car without another word and they followed.

*******

Sam hung up the phone. “Okay so that was Petty Officer Langdon’s commanding officer and he said that Langdon didn’t give any sign of being depressed, if anything he was overly confident and very sure of himself. But that can often be a defense mechanism, so we can’t be sure he didn’t talk to family or friends about how he was feeling.”

You groaned, rubbing your face. This was going to take a while if you didn’t have someone on the inside. You threw your head back and blinked at the ceiling, “Okay, we need to get in contact with the families of those we can and talk to their coworkers.”

Dean swirled his beer in the bottle, “You know. People tell their secrets to bartenders all the time, maybe that Penny is our siren.” You nearly laughed, “I already looked into it, Penny’s been running that bar for three years. She's got a daughter and is currently in the process of getting married to a naval captain. But nice try.”

You got up and grabbed your things. “Okay, I’m gonna turn in, tomorrow I’ll get stuff together and talk to the families. You both can talk to the coworkers.” “Since when are you in charge?” Dean asked. “The moment I found out my brother was here.”

*******

You walked into Sam and Dean’s motel room, “Okay, that went better than I thought.” “Well, you seem to be the only one,” Sam huffed out, rubbing his forehead. Dean slammed the fridge and leaned against it and drank from his bottle, “Yeah, turns out, guys don’t talk about their feelings. Especially military men- feelings aren’t really their thing.” You scoffed, “Feelings aren’t your thing either Dean.”

He rolled his eyes, “What did you find out?” You sat on the back of the couch, crossing your arms, “Sailors may not tell their friends about their problems, but they tell their siblings.”

“Turns out, each of these sailors experienced a pretty bad break up a few months ago. All at different times of course. They were all cheated on, while on deployment,” you explained. “They confided in their younger siblings, saying that being gone all the time made it hard and that they felt it was deserved. Really sad honestly.”

Dean nodded, “So, we just need to keep an eye on those moping or showing out at the bar and follow them when they leave.” He shrugged, sitting his drink down, “Sounds simple enough.” He started to change.

You arched a brow at him, “Where are you going?” He paused, “The bar.” “Well, good luck because it’s Sunday and the Hard Deck’s closed on Sundays,” Sam smugly said with a smirk. Dean tossed his hands out to the side, “There are other bars aren’t there?” “Not sailor bars,” you said, looking down at your boots.

Dean shrugged off his jacket, “You guys are no fun.”

*******

“Hey Bob?”

Bob lifted his head from his book, “Yeah Hangman?” “You seemed pretty close with Agent Gibbs the other night,” Jake lifted a suggestive brow, playing with the pencil in his hand. Bob’s brow furrowed and he pushed his glasses up, “How do you mean?” Jake shrugged, “Oh I don’t know. She called you ‘Robert’ and you called her ‘Y/N’, I’d say that’s pretty close.”

Bradley laughed from his seat, “Why do you care so mu-” His mouth dropped, “Oh shit, you’ve got a thing for an NCIS Special Agent!” Bob’s eyes widened. “Did you see her? Those jeans fit her in all the right ways-” “She would kick your ass, Bagman,” Rooster howled out another laugh.

But the jab only made him smirk, “Well, maybe I like ‘em that way.”  

That made the WSO cringe, “Gross. I don’t need to know about your preferences, Seresin.” “Are you datin’ her Floyd? Cause if you are I’ll take my eyes elsewhere.” “No, I’m not dating her. We grew up together, she’s like a sister to me.” He started reading again.

Jake shared a look with Bradley, who just rolled his eyes.

********

You watched your flair bottom jeans slide over your lace underwear in the mirror, “Damn my ass looks great in these jeans.”

Sitting on the bed you grabbed your cowboy boots and slipped them on.

“Hey, Y/N- WOAH!” Sam covered his eyes with his hand. You looked up at him, confused for a moment before realizing you still only had a bra on your top half. Dean walked in, “Nice bra.” “Thanks.”

You dug in your bag for a silk, sage green button up.

Once it was slid over your shoulders, you told Sam he was fine to look.

“So, what’s the plan?” He asked, hands on his hips. You buttoned the shirt and tucked it in, “Well, we go to the Hard Deck, and we watch for anything suspicious.” You fixed your hair and touched up your makeup. “I’m gonna keep my eye on my brother and-” “Lieutenant Seresin?” Dean asked, eyebrow raised as his voice took on a lilt.

“Well yeah,” you slid your hands into your back pockets. “He’s just as much at risk as any of the others. Why’d you say it like that?” Dean scoffed, “You don’t think we noticed the way you both were looking at each other the other night.” You rolled your eyes, “I don’t know what you think you saw. But we’re here to work a case, not get laid.”

Dean chuckled as you walked past him to get your things, “Sounds like you need to get laid, Y/N.” You glared at him, “Shut up.”

You slid your gun into your purse, “I’ll see you there.” You adjusted your shirt how you wanted it and grabbed your keys. “Oh, will you make sure to go get those samples? I called Jimmy earlier, he’s expecting you guys.”

********

Jake was sitting at the bar, talking to a girl.

He couldn’t help but to think, This girl is perfect. She understands me, likes the same music I do. Likes the same drinks I do. She likes pool.

But something was off.

She wasn��t you.

Jake wasn’t sure what it was, but he couldn’t stop thinking about you. While he hadn’t shown it, he felt this sense of clarity when he met you. This connection. Call him crazy if you want – but he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Which is why he was nearly bursting at the seams when he saw you walk in.

He was so enamored with you that he didn’t see the girl switch their beer bottles. “Hey, Lieutenant, how about a game-” “Hey, look, this was fun and all, but I don’t see us going any further tonight. Both of these drinks are on me,” Jake slapped a fifty on the table. “Get yourself whatever with the change.”

And just like that he was walking away from the bar and towards you.

*****

You looked around, looking for anything suspicious when Hangman entered your field of view.

“What do we have here? Agent Gibbs, good to see you again,” he sent you an award winning smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling just a little. “Lieutenant Seresin,” you looked him up and down, those khakis hugged him just right. “See something you like?” You smirked, “Yeah, the bar.”

You let your fingers brush his bicep as you walked past adding a little swing in your step, drawing Hangman’s eyes straight to your ass.

He quickly followed after you, saddling up right next to you at the bar. “Penny, m’dear,” he grabbed the woman’s attention. “Can I get another beer and uh- whatever she’s having goes on my tab.” She nodded, wiping out a glass and looking at you, “What can I get you?” You smiled, “Bourbon, neat please.”

Jake’s brows lifted and he smirked, “A woman after my own heart. So, I take it you aren’t on the job?” “I’m always on the job, Lieutenant. But I thought no harm can come in letting loose for a bit.” Jake barely suppressed the groan when you called him ‘Lieutenant’, and you apparently heard it because you smirked.

Penny brought your drinks by and Jake sat down.

“So, any luck?” He asked, sipping his drink. You sipped yours, shaking your head a little, “Nothing yet. But we’re doing what we can.” “Anything I can do to help?” You looked at him. “Agent-” “Y/N, you can call me Y/N.” He smiled a little, “Y/N, I may not have known these men but that doesn’t mean I don’t care. Their families deserve the truth.”

You smiled at him, “Well, Lieutenant-” “Jake, you can call me Jake,” he said with a small smirk. “Jake,” you tested it out and he smiled. “Tell me what you know, or what you heard about them before their deaths.”

*******

You and Jake spent some time talking about the sailors and you mentioned them being cheated on.

“Oh, yeah, I think I heard Lieutenant Crole say something about that. He came home to find her and some other guy.” You nodded, “Yeah. He took it pretty hard according to his brother.” Jake nodded, “It sucks. Not being able to start a family. Worried that when you come home they won’t be waiting for you, or they will be, just in the arms of someone else.”

You frowned, eyeing him in concern, “You sound like you speak from experience.” He frowned and shook his head a little, sipping his drink, “My mom was in the service, Marines. My dad cheated on her a lot…” It was silent for a moment before Jake cleared his throat, “Which is why I’m not one for settling down, at least not for a while.” You nodded, “I can relate. Being away all the time isn’t easy. Sometimes I get so wrapped up in a case I forget what’s waiting for me at home…”

That wasn’t a lie. You did get wrapped up in cases, get personally involved. You had a significant other at one time, and they were great. But you had a really close call one time and they couldn’t take the constant worrying, so they left. Only to turn up dead because a werewolf had gotten to them to get back at you.

You quickly moved past the subject to continue talking, moving on from the sailors to yourselves.

********

A few hours later, you and Jake got into a competitive game of darts.

“Okay, if I get three in a row, you let me take you out?” Jake offered, nodding towards the dart board. You hummed, looking over his face, “That’s a big bet.” He shrugged, “I’m confident.” You smiled, “Okay, I’ll bite.” He smirked at you and readied a dart. “But if I get three in a row, I get to see what you’re hiding under those khakis,” you looked at him through your lashes, bringing a sultriness into your tone.

His brows lifted in amusement, “Well, what if we both get three in a row?” “Then everyone wins.” You winked and could see him shudder slightly before he covered it with a smirk.

He threw the darts, landing three in a row.

Jake looked down at you, “Where would you like to go?” He smirked and went to collect the darts.

You took them from him, rolling them in your hands slightly. He arched his brow, waiting for your response. You smiled and turned to the board, throwing each dart.

All three hit the middle.

You turned back to Jake, your hand flattening on his chest, “Why don’t we discuss it in the morning-” You got on your toes to talk in his ear, “Lieutenant.” You could have sworn he whimpered, but he definitely brought his hands to grip your hips.

You turned to look in his eyes, “Meet me outside.”

Jake nodded obediently and nearly kissed you when you mumbled the command against his lips.

******

After Jake bid his farewells to the squad, he immediately placed you in his truck and took you to his on base house.

As soon as you were in the door, Jake was pressing you against the wall. Your hands were immediately in his hair, pulling him even closer to you. He brought a hand up to cup your face and the other wrapped around your waist as he hoisted you onto your toes.

He pressed his lips to yours slowly, completely contrasting the way both hastily came into the home. Your lips worked together and it was sweet, but you needed more.

You pressed your tongue against his lips, moaning when he granted you entrance. You pushed your chest up, needing a better angle. He slightly pulled back from the wall and moved his hands to your thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze and silently telling you to jump. You did and his massive hands supported your thighs as he pushed you back against the wall.

He pulled back to let you both catch your breath, but he was going right in and kissing your neck.

He found your sweet spot fairly quickly, drawing another moan from your throat. Jake chuckled against your skin and nipped at your jaw, “Keep making those sounds and we won’t make it to the bedroom.” You moan again, head falling to the side to give him more room.

Jake smirks before pressing his hips up and pushing his hard-on against your center. “Fuck,” you whimpered out, griding down against him. “Jake, fuck-” Your lips finds his again, “Take me to bed.” “Yes, ma’am.”

As he walked down the hall towards his room, leaving you free access to his neck.

He made quick moves to get to his room.

Once he was in there he tossed you on the bed, “Darlin’, I almost took you in the hallway. But I don’t think my friends would appreciate that.” He shut and locked his door before turning back to you while unbuttoning his khaki shirt. The sight his green orbs landed on was one he would remember for a long time.

You perched up on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning the satin shirt and exposing the matching lace bra. “Fuck, Sweetheart,” Jake’s voice dropped and a rasp had settled in his throat. You could practically see his eyes dilate when you let the fabric fall off your shoulders and toss it to the floor.

You smiled at him as he walked over to you, “Like what you see?” He gently gripped your jaw as he nudged your legs apart with his knee, “Why don’t you look and find out?” He moved your line of sight to his crotch, letting you see just how strained his khaki pants had become. “Look what you’ve done to me, pretty girl,” he brought your eyes up to meet his eyes.

He smirked as your brows furrowed and you whimpered, feeling your hands make their way up his thighs. “I think I know what you want? You wanna stuff that pretty mouth of yours, don’t ya?” You nodded, your eyes doe-like as you licked your lips. “I need words, Sweetheart.” “Yes, Lieutenant. Please.” Jake let go of your jaw, “Take what you want.”

You slid onto your knees, still wearing your jeans and your boots.

Your fingers worked his belt as your lips pressed kisses against the outline of his cock.

The deep groan that left Jake’s throat went straight to your cunt, making you press your hips back hoping to create some sort of relief- using the tightness of your jeans to try and create friction. “Oh, don’t think I didn’t see that Princess. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

You opened his belt and popped open the button, pulling the zipper down with your teeth.

Reaching up with your arms and following with your body, you pushed his undershirt and uniform shirt up his torso to give you more room to work. You kissed along his hip bones, his Adonis belt, snapping his underwear band against his v-line with one hand and palming him with the other, before finally reaching in and pulling his cock out.

“Fuck…” You whimper out, lightly running your fingers over his shaft. “You’re cock is fucking pretty,” you looked up at him through your lashes.

Jake nearly came right there, despite knowing you were far from it- you looked so innocent right then. And all Jake wanted to do was ruin you.

He sucked in a short breath when you licked his tip, blowing air on it afterwards. “Shit, Sweetheart,” his hand moved to the side of your face, thumb gently rubbing your jaw. You flattened your tongue, running it up the underside of his cock.

Jake watched you gather a little more saliva on your tongue before watching it drip off your tongue and onto his dick. “Your mouth is just watering isn’t it, Darlin’?” “Yes, Lieutenant.”

There was that name again. “Come on, don’t keep us both waitin’,” Jake hummed out, moving his hand to gently thread in your hair.

You got the hint and took him into your mouth. The content growl that left his lips had you moaning around him. “Fuck, that’s a good girl.” Your eyes snapped up to him, as a whimper left your full mouth.

His eyes lit up in realization, “Oh, you like it when I tell you you’re a good girl?” You nodded as best you could before bobbing your head on his cock. “Fuck, well, let’s see if my good girl can take any more of my ‘pretty cock’.”

He watched your eyes widen and dilate with lust. Holy shit, he wouldn’t last if you kept doing that.

The word ‘my’ sent a whole new wave of arousal through you, and your loud moan was muffled by his is dick. You inhaled deeply through your nose, bracing your hands on his meaty thighs, and took what was left into your throat.

“OH FUCK,” Jake moaned out, not expecting the sudden action, but loving it all the same. His grip tightened in your hair, “Stay right there. Hoooly shiiit.” You swallowed around him and his hips jutted forward, making you gag.

He pulled you off, “Shit, I’m sorry.” You pouted, shaking your head. “No, it’s okay,” you caught your breath for a second. You wiped off the spit from the corner of your mouth before taking him in your hand again.

As you jerked him off, you rested your head against his thigh and your other hand came up to massage his balls. “Jake,” you looked up at him again, blinking seductively at him. His large palm was resting on the  back of your head. “Yes Sweetheart?” You positioned your head to be right in front of his cock again.

“Fuck my face.”

He barely wasted a second shoved his cock in your mouth again, his hand gripping your hair again to keep you still. Your hands gripped his thighs and you were moaning and gagging around him.

He was groaning out praises as tears welled up in your eyes and his cock hit the back of your throat everytime.

Jake felt himself getting close, his chest was most likely as red as it felt, and he had to pull away.

You whined and tried to chase him. His hand moved to your face, sliding his thumb into your mouth, “Darlin’, I’m not gonna last, and I want to be in you when I cum.” He removed his thumb and kissed you, pulling you to your feet.

You pushed the khaki shirt to the floor and he laid you down on your back, not breaking the kiss as he laid on his side and used his leg to hook around yours and them open.

His skilled hands went to your jean button and undid it, pulling the zipper down and sliding his hand into your pants. “Oh~” Jake’s voice dropped as he moaned against your lips. “You got lace down here too, pretty girl?” He latched onto your neck, kissing and nipping at wherever he could reach.

One of your hands wrapped itself in the comforter and the other held the back of Jake’s head.

You were trying your best to stay still, but his fingertips were barely giving you any relief as the grazing over your clothed lips. With only a little bit of pressure, he had your hips twitching off the bed.

He chuckled darkly in your ear, “Oh, is my good girl desperate?” He applied more pressure to your clit through your underwear. You nodded, wiggling your hips to give yourself some relief as a whimper left your mouth. “Does she need my fingers? Are you feeling empty, pretty girl?” You nodded again, biting your bottom lip.

Jake's hand stopped.

No movement. No pressure. Just gone.

“I need words, Princess.” A whine left your lips and you buried your head into Jake’s neck.

You had never gotten this worked up before, and you certainly were never like this with previous partners before. But you liked it.

“Please, Jake. I need you, Jake. Please.”

He smirked, kissing your forehead, “That’s a good girl. Don’t make me tell you again.” He swiftly moved your underwear to the side and ran his middle finger through your now exposed lips. You moaned out in relief and your head fell back, “Yes, sir.”

Jake’s dick jumped when the title left your lips. He let out a groan and his head fell forward and attached his lips to your chest, placing his ear right next to your mouth and hearing every sound that left your mouth.

His experienced digits ran over your pussy and rubbed your clit, collecting the arousal that pooled there.

When he collected enough, he brought them to your chest and neck, rubbing your own juices on your skin. He moaned contently and licked it up, moving his hand back down to your cunt.

“Jake, fuck,” you chest heaved and he could feel your pulse thrumming against his lips. “You taste delicious, Sweetheart,” he sucked a mark on your neck before pulling back to look you in the face.

“Oh, sweet girl, you look so fucked out already. I’ve barely touched you.” “Jake, fuck, please,” you whined, your eyes locking on his green ones. “Please what Princess?” “I need your fingers, please.” He smirked and kissed you hotly, pushing his middle finger into you.

You exhaled through your nose, moaning into Jake’s mouth as his digit massaged your walls. “That feel good?” “Yes, it feels s’good.” “You’re doing great,” he brought his free hand to the back of your head, holding it up as he kissed you again, his thumb now drawing figure eights on your clit.

He picked up the pace, making sure to curl his finger everytime. “You’ve been s’good for me, darlin’. Think you can take another one?” He asked against your lips, stilling his hand. “Mhhmm,” you whimpered out, but remembered he wanted words.

“Yes, I can take another one. Please.”

Jake smiled, “Thatta girl.” He pushed on your head to look down at where he was finger fucking you. He kept his eyes on you as he eased another finger into you. “Shit~ Jake,” you groaned, your voice shaking a little.

You turned your head to look at him, but he nudged you with his nose. “Eyes down here, sweet girl. I want you to watch me ruin you.” His eyes darkened when you whimpered and did as you were told.

He started off slow, letting you get comfortable and used to the new stretch while scissoring his fingers. But when he felt your clit twitch and your slick begin to coat his hand, he picked up the pace.

When your moans got louder and your chest started to get red, showing off the bruises he had put there, he couldn’t help but rut his hips in search of friction. You feel it, his cock dragging against your hip.

Blindly, you moved your hand in between your bodies and gripped him.

He groaned in your ear, “Fuck, sweetheart, what-” “Jus’ wanna help, sir,” you kept your eyes where he told you, watching his fingers slide out just to get pulled back in your clenching walls. You used both your saliva and his precum as lubrication as you tried your best to move your hand in sync with his.

“Fuck, that’s perfect,” his own hips began to thrust up. “Are you close, sweetheart? Please tell me you are. I need to be inside you- Fuck!” He latched onto your neck again, trying to keep himself at bay. “I’m close, Jake. Can- can I-” “Yes! God yes, fucking touch yourself, pretty girl.” Your hand that had found its home in his sheets moved to your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles.

He started grunting in your ear, trying to be quiet. “Let me hear you, Jake.”

Jake immediately obeyed, letting the breathiest yet most obscene moans come out of his mouth. “I can feel your pussy squeezing around my fingers. Come on, just a little more Sweetheart.”

His words and the loud, gruff moans in your ear sent you over the edge. Your clit pulsing under your own fingers and your walls fluttering around Jake’s.

Jake had to flex to hold himself back at the moan you let out. Your back arched off the bed, booted heels pressing into the mattress as you probably ruined that pair of underwear.

He pressed kisses to your head, neck and shoulder as you came off your high, giving you time to compose yourself. “How was that, Darlin’?” You chuckled, “Good, so fucking good.”

Smiling, he kissed your lips and pulled back to get off the bed, dragging you with him.

You smiled, sitting at the edge, pulling off your boots as you watched him toe of his dress shoes and start stripping. You lifted your hips up and slid your jeans off before turning onto your hands and knees to get back to the middle of the bed.

“Stop.”

You stopped, your cunt clenching around nothing at the tone of his voice. You felt his hand press down on your back and you realized what he wanted you to do.

Straightening your arms out, you arched your back, presenting your ass to him.

A growl rumbled deep in Jake’s chest, his rough hands groping at the globes of your ass and he huffed out a breath as his callouses got caught on the lace. You moaned at the feeling and pressed back into his hands.

“Doll, as much as I’d loved to fuck you like this. I need to watch you fall apart,” he groaned, one hand gripping your hips as the other unclasped your bra. You whined a little, sitting up a little to let the bra fall down your arms.

His large hands wrapped around your ribs and helped lay you down on your back.

Once you were situated and comfortable, Hangman sat back on his heels, taking in the sight in front of him.

His hands rested on your hips, thumbs moving back and forth on your skin. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Y/N,” he breathed out before pulling your panties off. You giggled, “I think you’ve made that obvious.”

He furrowed his brow but followed your eye line to his cock, realizing what you were insinuating. He braced himself on his forearms, looking you directly in the eye. “No, I mean it. You’re fucking breathtaking. From your looks straight down to the way you hold yourself. I don’t think I’ve ever met a girl like you before. And I don’t think anyone will ever hold a candle to you.”

You felt a twist in your chest as a genuine, full smile pulled at your lips. Looking straight into his eyes, everything felt right, felt clear. And Jake felt the same, he felt like he was on cloud nine – a feeling he only felt in his plane.

Reaching up, you met his lips.

“Make love to me Jake,” you whispered against his lips, missing his eyes when they closed as he huffed out a breath.

He shifted his weight to one of his arms, using his other hand to line himself up with your entrance. He pressed forward, pushing in slowly and watching your face to make sure everything was okay.

He fully seated himself inside of you, letting out a shaky groan when he did. “Holy- you feel perfect.” His right hand came up and cupped your breast, goosebumps forming on the heated skin as the cold metal of his class ring made contact with your flesh. Jake lowered his head and wrapped his lips around your nipple, his tongue circling it.

Your left hand came up and held the back of his head again. “Fuck, Jake, s’full. I need you to move. Please.” Jake kept his hand on your boob, using his thumb to spread his spit around, causing even more goosebumps.

He leaned back, moving his hips slowly but with intention, hitting a spot inside you that you had no idea was there. “Oh shit,” you moaned out looking down at where your bodies were conjoined. Where you could feel every vein in his cock as he slowly thrust into you.

“Look at me, Y/N,” he said, voice gentle but demanding. When you didn’t look up, he moved his grip from your chest to your chin. “Pretty girl~” He cooed, watching your eyes flutter to him. “I want you to look at me. Can you be a good girl and do that?” You nodded, “I can try.” He smiled and kissed your nose, “Good girl.”

A pathetic whimper left your mouth and Jake felt you clench around him.

His hand moved the side of your head and he picked up his thrust, still watching your expressions to make sure he wasn’t hurting you.

“Jake -fuck- faster,” you moaned, bending your legs at the knee to adjust the angle. He picked up his pace, his hips slamming into the back of your thighs and his pelvic bone stimulating your clit.

Hangman’s grunts and moans were loud, turning you on more than he thought they would. He never thought his sounds would do anything to anyone, but here you were proving him very wrong.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing my cock so well, Princess,” he groaned, throwing his head back as your ankles crossed behind his back. His green eyes had basically become black as you held eye contact and a series of short whines and moans left your throat.

Jake angled his hips upward and hit a spot that pulled a guttural moan from your throat, and had your entire body spasming. He had been concerned that he had hurt you but the way you used the leverage of his waist to grind down on him told him you were reaching your peak again.

You threw your arms around him, pulling him as close as you could. He rested his forehead on yours, his eyes clenching shut at the endorphins flooding his entire system as he felt his resolve breaking.

You could feel him shaking with pleasure just as much as you were, his hips stuttering every time you clench around him. “Jake, I’m close. I’m so close.”

He nodded against you, “Me too, Sweetheart. Me too.” He moved his left hand to rubbed your clit and his moans got louder in your ear. “Ooooooh fuck,” he panted, giving you a few hard thrust before continuing his fast pace.

He panted more, his breath fanning over your face as his eyes squeezed shut.

Jake’s face of pure pleasure and his vocalness, mixed with his ministrations, sent you over the edge. Your body shook, back arching, head thrown back as he worked your clit through the intense feeling. You moaned out his name, nearly screaming. “Thatta girl. Cum on my cock, I got you.”

His hips stuttered and his eyes opened slightly, “Fuck, where do you want it?” “Inside me. Cum inside me-” Jake’s pace picked up as his face fell into your neck, groans and pants were directly in your ear.

“Cum for me Lieutenant,” you panted, arms wrapping tightly around him as his few final thrusts jostled your body.

He finished with a loud groan, his entire body tensing and shaking as his arms wrapped around your body. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my…” Jake panted into your neck, nuzzling into it.

Your chests heaved together as your hand scratched the back of his head. “That- that was-” “Amazing,” he chuckled breathlessly into your neck. “I don’t think I’ve came that hard in my life.” You hummed, “Me either.”

He gently pulled out of you, apologizing when you hissed a little bit.

He got up and slid his boxers back on, “I’ll be right back.” He left the room, closing the door behind him.

He came back with a warm rag and gently cleaned you up before tossing the rag in his laundry basket. He went to his drawer and pulled out a pair of boxers, “Here, put these on.” As you did that he went to his closet and got a hoodie.

Jake kneeled on the bed and slipped it on you. You giggled a little at the extra length on the sleeves. He chuckled, kissing the side of your head before turning off his lights, the only light being the moon from outside. “Come on, lay with me.”

So, you did.

You laid there all night, talking about anything and everything. Eventually you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

********

Your eyes shot open, your chest heaving slightly because of the nightmare you just had.

You felt a pressure on your waist, making you look down to find a muscular arm. You followed it up to find Jake sleeping peacefully next to you. You smiled at him, his face was so relaxed.

The soft snores that left his mouth made your lips quirk into a smile, but then a deep frown settled on your face.

Jake was peaceful in his sleep, not having to worry about what went bump in the night. The only thing that plagued his sleep was flashbacks, things that were a real danger to everyone – things that people believed in and knew happened in life. Not creatures that lurked in the shadows or you made deals with.

You would never sleep peacefully, not anytime soon anyway. You slept with one eye open and a loaded gun under your pillow. Your dreams were filled with monsters and demons, death and pain. When you did have good dreams, they often turned sour if you slept too long. Turning from having a lovely family to walking in to find them either gone or dead because of your previous life.

You could never have the life you dreamt of as a kid, you never believed it was in the cards for you once you started hunting outside of your home state – especially when you began hunting with the Winchesters.

So, despite the weight in your chest –the little girl that just wants a family– that begged you to stay, you managed to pry yourself from Jake’s arms and the comfort of his bed.

The moment your feet hit the floor, you felt sick. Like your body was telling you that you had to stay. But your brain knew better and your heart felt inclined to agree, because your mind had always known what was best for you – right?

You quickly changed, dropping the hoodie he lended you right where you had fallen asleep.

It was hard to breathe as your hand pulled open his door and shut it behind you. You leaned back against it, questioning your decision of leaving.

This was just a one night stand, right? It was just a hook-up, nothing more.

So why was it so hard to leave?

You pushed yourself away from the door, checking around to make sure Jake’s housemates wouldn’t see you.

You figured you were in the clear by the time you passed the kitchen.

“Oh God, Y/N. You didn’t-” “Fuck! Robert, what the hell?” You turned, eyes wide as you looked at your brother standing in the kitchen with a coffee. You gulped, adjusting your shirt to cover you more.

He sighed, crossing his arms and leaning back, “Which one?” You blinked, “Excuse me?” “Rooster or Hangman?”

Your heart lurched at the second one but you had to play it off. “It’s none of your business.” “I’d like to know which pilot is gonna be pissed at work today, waking up to an empty bed isn’t normal for either of them.” “Well, sucks to be you Robby, I have to go.” You found your purse and left, leaving Bob in the kitchen by himself.

********

Not an hour after you left Jake woke up.

Something didn’t feel right and when he opened his eyes to find you gone, he knew that’s what it had to be. He balled the hoodie up in his hands, sitting cross legged on his bed, just staring down at the article of clothing.

He wasn’t sure why you left –or why you leaving affected him so much. He felt hurt, embarrassed.

Jake had let himself be vulnerable with you; told you his dreams and how he didn’t think he would ever make it as far as he had. He’d never even told his closest friends the things he told you last night.

And he felt that you were vulnerable with him, putting your heart on your sleeve, just for him to see.

But maybe he was wrong. And he hated it. He never liked being vulnerable, being vulnerable got him hurt.

He let out a laugh, a condescending laugh aimed mostly toward himself. “You really fuckin’ thought- God Jake, you’re an idiot.” He threw the hoodie and got out of his bed.

He got dressed for work and went to the kitchen, finding both Bradley and Bob chatting over breakfast.

“And he emerges!” Rooster announced upon seeing him. Jake just rubbed his face and rolled his eyes. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” Jake felt a pang deep in his chest, but he refrained from a snarky comment.

Bob suddenly connected Jake’s bad mood to your escape barely two hours ago. But Jake was way more torn up than he thought he would be.

“I see your date already left.” Bob watched Jake’s nostrils flare at Rooster’s comment. But he didn’t snap, he simply grumbled out, “Well, guess you both lucked out on some chick overstaying her welcome here.”

Jake hated the way he just referred to you, the phrase bitter on his tongue.

Rooster scoffed, brows raised in amusement, “‘Some chick’? Hangman I watched you leave with one very Special Agent Gibbs last night.” Jake’s lip quirked up into a snarl at Rooster’s choice of words, but he didn’t speak.

His roommates watched him go about his morning not making any comments about his sexcapaped or how he charmed her while offering them tips.

*********

Jake was more of an ass than usual today. Constantly having something snarky or egotistical to say to anyone, having more of a bite than usual.

“What is up with him today? I thought we were past this?” Fanboy asked Rooster during their break. Rooster shrugged, honestly a little concerned himself, “I don’t know. I think his hook-up leaving without a note is affecting him more than he thinks it is.”

They didn’t know Hangman could hear them, or how right they were. But Jake was just going to put up more walls, hoping they were strong enough for when he inevitably saw you again.

***********

You barely left your motel room, choosing to lay in bed and feel sorry for yourself.

“Hey! Y/N,” Sam used his key to come in, his face scrunching up in confusion when he didn’t see you at first. But then it fell when he saw you curled up under the covers of your bed.

He came over and knelt by the bed, “Hey, you okay?” “Is one ever okay in this life, Sam?” He furrowed his brows, you’d never shown doubt that this wasn’t the life you wanted. You told both of them yourself that you’d wanted to hunt since you were a teenager and that you took up local cases in college. As far as anyone in the hunter world was concerned – you were born for this life.

“I don’t know. I guess that’s up to whoever you ask,” Sam gave you a sympathetic smile. You shifted, laying more on your side to face Sam.

“What was it like? When you were at Stanford, away from all of this?” He sighed, “Honestly?” You nodded, “As honest as you can give me.” “The thoughts never left, the instincts to check every dark corner and under the bed were still there,” he looked into your eyes, seeing you hanging on every word. “But,” he started again. “It was nice to feel normal for once. I had a glimpse of what was out there. It was nice.”

You sat up, propping yourself on your hand. “Do you regret coming back? Do you wish that you would’ve just told Dean to fuck off that night?” He sighed, “Sometimes yeah. But how would I know if things turned out differently? Maybe Jess would be alive, maybe she still would have died, but I’ll never know.” “Does that not bother you?” “As a Winchester you stop being bothered by a lot of things.”

You brought your knees up, wrapping your arms around your legs and resting your chin on your knees, “I guess it’s just not in the cards for us.” “I wouldn’t say that. Maybe it’s all a matter of circumstance.” You turned your head, looking at Sam with tears in your eyes, “Is it worth it? Getting out? Chasing a life that you thought only existed in fairytales…”

Sam blinked, his eyes studying you. Never once had he believed you would think about getting out. You’d always shown this intimate knowledge and this passion for hunting and helping people in a way no one else could.

So he wondered why you were questioning everything all of a sudden.

But before he could voice it, your phone rang.

You quickly answered it, “Agent Gibbs.” Sam moved to sit on your bed. “Y/N, we got another one. A pilot, Lieutenant Junior Grade Parson,” it was Jimmy. “Oxytocin levels were high and cops said his friends saw him leave the bar with a girl.” “Okay, thank you for letting me know.” “Okay.” You hung up and looked at Sam.

“We,” you scratched your forehead. “We have another body. Lieutenant Junior Grade Parson, he was a pilot.” Sam nodded, “Okay, Dean and I will go check it out.”

He got up moving to leave, but he turned to you.

“Hey, if you need to talk-” “Thanks Sam,” you smiled gently at him, laying back down. He gave you a tight lip smile and left.

Outside, Dean was waiting for him.

“Where’s Y/N?” Sam glanced back at your door. “She -uh- she’s gonna stay in for a little bit. We both know she didn’t come home until this morning, she needs to get over her hangover. But we have another body, we need to go to the ME’s office.”

Dean nodded and uncrossed his arms to get in his car, “Alright, let’s go. We couldn’t go get the vials last night, might as well get the fresh blood.”

*******

They pulled into the ME’s office.

“Sam, Dean, glad you could make it. I take it you’re here for the blood?” The brothers nodded, “Yeah.” “Where’s Y/N?” “She stayed out last night. We aren’t sure what she was doing but she didn’t come back until early this morning,” Sam told him.

Jimmy just nodded and went to go get the blood from the storage area.

But he came back empty handed, “They’re gone. All of the vials are gone.” “The blood is gone?” Dean asked with a brow raised. “Who could have taken them?” Jimmy shrugged, “I don’t know. No one else is allowed back there except for me and- son of bitch!” Sam stepped forward, “Who else has access, Jimmy?” Jimmy put his hands on his hips, “My assistant.”

*******

You nursed a beer as you sat in the little kitchen of the motel room.

The ache in your chest and the pit in your stomach hadn’t gone away. As hard as it was to believe, you missed him. Missed the feeling of being under him – being around him.

Your phone rang. “Floyd.”

“Y/N, we gotta go to the bar.”

Your chest fluttered with hope before it filled with anxiety. Going to the bar meant seeing him again, and you couldn’t say with confidence that you wouldn’t run to him and spill everything. Your true line of work, monsters – all of it.

“Did you get the vials?” You asked standing up. “No, Jimmy’s assistant is the siren. She took the vials before we got there,” Dean grumbled. “Get changed, we’ll meet you there.”

*********

Jake played pool with Coyote, not really trying his hardest.

“Okay, what the fuck is up with you?” Javy asked. Hangman furrowed his brows, “What are you talkin’ about?” His friend sighed, “You’ve been a bigger ass than usual today, and now-” He gestured to the table. “-you act that you don’t give two shits about this game. What the hell dude?”

Jake pinched the bridge of his nose, “‘Yote, look, nothing’s going on. I just-” The bell chimed and it pulled Jake’s attention to the door.

And all the walls he built came tumbling down.

He watched you walk over, a clear drive in your step as your eyes were set on Bob.

But when you got over and looked up, your confidence faltered and your eyes widened. Your eyes locked on Jake’s and they didn’t want to leave.

“Agent Gibbs,” Bob spoke up. “How can we help you?” You blinked, stumbling over your words as you tore your gaze from Jake. “Uh, yes. Yes, did any of you know Lieutenant Parsons?” The squad nodded, “Yeah, he’s a pilot in the TOPGUN program, why?” You sighed, “He was found dead on the beach this morning.”

The group was silent, processing the information given to them.

“He left with a girl, not too long after she began talking to him,” Bob started. He had watched a girl emerge from the bathroom and walk right up to the young pilot, say a few words before sipping his drink and handing it back for him to sip from. Then he got up and followed her out, he thought it was just a coincidence but now that you were here, he learned it was exactly what you had told him it was.

“Did you see what the girl looked like?” “Blonde, tan, maybe 5’6”.” You nodded, “Did anyone know the Lieutenant personally?” “Hangman, you were pretty close with Parry weren’t you?”

Payback's voice drew Hangman out of his thoughts. “Oh, yeah, yeah I knew him pretty well. He went to school with my sister.”

“Did he say anything to you recently?” Jake swallowed when you addressed him, suddenly feeling nervous. “Yeah, he said his best friend sent him videos of his girl back home. Let’s just say they weren’t friends after that.”

You nodded, “Thank you. I’ll let you guys get back to your night.”

“Agent?” You turned, “Yes, Lieutenant?” “Can I talk to you, alone?” Jake nodded toward the deck door. “Of course.”

You followed Jake outside and he leaned against the rail.

“Jake, look-” “Why did you leave?” Your breath caught in your throat, your bullshit excuse dying on your tongue. “Because I can’t let you get hurt.” “You leaving hurt, Y/N. I thought…” He shook his head and rocked on his feet as he looked at the sand.

You took a cautious step forward, “Thought what Jake?” He scoffed, standing up straight, “That last night was more than just a hook-up.” “It was, Jake. That’s why I had to leave…” His nostrils flared, “That makes no goddamn sense. We pour our hearts out to each other and you just fucking leave? I bare my heart to you and you throw it away!”

“I can’t let you get killed because of me Jake! Everyone that I let into my life dies!” You finally shouted back. “What do you mean?” “Jake, with my line of work-” “Being a federal agent? Yeah I know that’s dangerous but-” “No! God! Jake, there are things in this world that you don’t understand! Things that only live to cause pain and suffering. Things that go bump in the night. I’m not NCIS Special Agent Gibbs,” you threw your badge down. “I’m Y/N Floyd. I’m a hunter. I hunt monsters.”

Jake blinked at you, his stomach twisting in knots and his heart felt full of cement. “You hunt monsters? Like werewolves, vampires, the fuckin’ boogieman?” You threw your arms out, the weight of that secret being lifted off your chest, “Yes!”

Foolishly, you hoped Jake would understand and let you go, and maybe that pit in your heart would go away.

But he laughed.

Right in your face.

“You really think I’m stupid enough to believe that? That you can just say some outlandish bullshit and I’d believe you?” His throat burned as he said the words, because he wanted to believe you. The look in your eyes was the same one he saw last night as you both told the other about how much having a family mattered to you. But what you were saying was ridiculous. Monsters? Those weren’t real.

He bit his lip and shook his head, “God, and to think I thought you were different.” He watched your heart shatter and he felt his crumble. He pushed it away and shoulder checked you before walking back inside, leaving you there as rain clouds rolled in.

Bob watched Jake walk in and right toward him. “Your sister needs a reality check, Floyd,” he said right in the WSO’s ear before getting another drink from the bar.

*******

You sat at the bar, drowning yourself in bourbon.

“Whoever the guy was, he’s stupid to stand you up,” a male voice said from in front of you. You looked up to see a bartender, a rag thrown over his shoulder. He was tall, with tan skin and striking green eyes, his blond hair styled perfectly. “Hi, I’m Evan.”

You downed the glass, grimacing as you swallowed, “Wasn’t stood up. I -uh- just got a lot going on.” “I can see that,” he leaned on his forearms. “Wanna talk about it?” You shook your head, tapping your glass on the table, “You wouldn’t understand. But I’ll take another round.”

He gave you a sad smile and poured you another glass. “Just cause I might not understand doesn’t mean I won’t listen.” You scoffed, sipping the amber liquid, “It’s a lot to hear, trust me.”

Evan sighed, his tactic wasn’t working, just like it failed to work on Jake the previous night.

A loud cheer drew your attention to the aviators at the pool table, and you caught eyes with Jake. That’s when it clicked, why nothing worked on Jake the previous night and why it wasn’t going to work now. Evan couldn’t lure you in with his words before putting you under his spell – he just had to go straight for the kill.

Before you turned back around, Evan took a sip of your drink, sitting it back down with the side he drank from facing you.

You turned back with tears in your eyes, but you didn’t touch the drink. “Hey, Sweetheart, it’s okay, he’s an idiot.” You cut your eyes at him, “Don’t call me that.” The way he said it sounded like nails on a chalkboard. He nodded, “Got it. Apologies.” You downed the rest of your drink and Evan smirked.

Suddenly you felt light headed. “Oh, I think you’ve had too much, let me get you home.” Evan rounded the bar before you could say anything. You felt like you should protest, that this wasn’t the guy you needed to take care of you. But you couldn’t resist and followed him out.

****

Jake had watched you leave with the bartender he didn’t recognize and he felt a deep pull in his gut that told him you were in trouble, but he shook his head and went back to playing pool.

Phoenix must have noticed it too because when Penny helped Fanboy deliver the next round she asked when she got a new bartender. Penny shook her head, “I didn’t hire a new guy.”

Jake's blood ran cold and he met Bob’s eyes before both were ditching their cues and booking it out the doors.

They ran into Sam and Dean on the way out. “Where’s Y/N?” Jake asked. Dean shrugged, “Inside, we told her to meet us here.” “No, she just left with some guy.” Sam perked up, “What does he look like?” “Like Hangman,” Bob said, pulling his keys out of his pocket. “It’s the siren. We have to find them, come on.”

Jake moved to follow Bob to his truck when Dean stopped him, “You have to stay here.” Jake squared up, “Like hell I’m staying here. She needs me.” “I can’t let you get hurt.” “I don’t give a fuck if I get hurt! She might die! I’m going.” Jake ripped his arm out of Dean’s grip and got in Bob’s truck.

Dean looked up at Sam, “I don’t think we have much of a choice Dean.”

******

You sat on the couch of your motel room, the siren walking back and forth, twirling the brass blade.

“You know Y/N. You’ve had a lot of hardships when it comes to love. You just can’t get it right can you?” He squatted in front of you, “You’ve tried to have the ‘apple pie life’, but you just can’t give up hunting- can you? It got your last partner killed. And this last one, well he just didn’t believe you.”

He pulled you up by your hands, “You’re never going to achieve that life, Y/N. You’ll never have it. No matter how hard you try. So why don’t you just end it now? End it for me, and I’ll help you create that life in another world.”

The siren pressed the blade into your hand. “Do it.”

Tears ran down your face as you looked at the knife; you didn’t want to, but your body was telling you to plunge that blade straight into your chest – you couldn’t control yourself.

But just before you could, the door swung open with Jake, Sam, Dean, and Bob running inside.

Evan grabbed your shoulders, pushing the blade towards your heart. “Fucking do it, Y/N.”

“Y/N don’t!” Bob’s shout made you jump and the blade moved and you stabbed yourself in the side. You fell to the ground, knocking into the coffee table. “Shit!” Bob ran to catch you so your head didn’t hit the ground.

Jake watched the blood pool on the carpet and stain your brother’s hands. He glanced over to where Sam and Dean were fighting with the guy. That’s when he saw the guys face in a mirror, seeing the siren’s true form. “Holy shit…”

He looked to see where you were struggling against Bob, trying to pull the blade from your side. “Y/N, no you’ll bleed out. Stop. Stop!” You cried, “I can’t, Bob! I need to do this! Just let me.”

The blade wasn’t in all the way, but it was in enough that ripping it out could cause serious damage.

“Seresin! A little help!” Bob shouted, spurring Jake into action.

Jake immediately was at your side, pinning your arms down, placing his knee across your hips. “Bob, pull the knife out slowly and then I’ll put pressure on it.” “Jake-” “Rob! We need that blade!” Dean’s gruff voice sounded and more punches were thrown.

Bob sighed, extremely conflicted. “Bob,” Jake’s gentle voice echoed. “I’ve got her. I promise.” And Bob believed him.

Gently removing the blade, Jake grabbed a blanket to put pressure on the wound. “Come on, stay with me.”

“Y/N, use the gun on the floor!” The siren sang, and you easily wrestled out of Jake’s grip and grabbed the weapon.

Jake’s eyes widened and he lunged for you, gripping onto your wrist. “Y/N, Y/N no! You can fight this, c’mon. Fight him.” You sobbed underneath him, “I can’t. He’s right I’ll never-” Jake looked you directly in the eye, “Shut up. He’s not right, whatever the fuck he said to you isn’t right. You get to decide what’s right about you, not some freak of nature. You, Y/N Floyd, get to decide how you live your life. Whether or not that means falling in love is up to you.”

Hangman watched your eyes lose the glossiness that had settled over them, and you blinked a little bit. “Fuck, that was weird.” Jake chuckled in relief, you were back, “There she is.” You swallowed, keeping eye contact with the man above you, “Is it dead?” He shook head just as the blade slid on the ground, followed by a beat up Bob. “No, the bastard is very much alive.”

You tilted your head, confused, “Then how-” “Son of a bitch!” You sat up, glancing to see Sam unconscious and Dean trying to fight against the monster. “Shit,” you scrambled up and towards the blade.

Jake watched you pick up the blade and leap over the couch, stabbing the creature in the chest and twisting the blade before ripping it out.

“Holy shit.” Jake scrambled up and over to you. “That was badass, Sweetheart.” “Thanks,” you breathed out, feeling light headed. You swayed a little, causing both Jake and Dean to reach out and steady you. “You okay, kid?” Dean asked, looking at your wound. You nodded, “Yeah- yeah, I’m-”

Before you couldn’t finish your sentence, you fell limp into Jake’s arms. “Y/N!”

*****

A few hours felt like an eternity to Jake as he waited by your bedside for you to wake up.

Bob sat on the other side, leg bouncing nervously as he watched the rise and fall of your chest. “Floyd, she’s gonna be okay,” Jake reassured. “How can you know?” Jake shrugged, reaching out to grab your hand. “I just feel it.”

About 30 minutes later, your eyes fluttered open.

“Hey pretty girl,” Jake drawled next to you, sleep lacing his voice. “How long have I been out?” “A few hours. But you’ll be fine. This fella-” Jake sat up, stretching his back. “-Castiel, I believe is what Dean over there called him. He patched you up real nice.” You chuckled, but then realized what Jake had witnessed.

“Oh my gosh. You must have so many questions.” He nodded, “I did but Bob and your friends helped sort everything out, so I have a bit of understanding.” You nodded, smiling a little at him.

He smiled back and kissed your knuckles, “I’m sorry for not believing you before.” You shook your head, “I wouldn’t have believed me either.” You squeezed his hand, “But would you believe me if I said that I didn’t want to leave?” Jake nodded, “Yeah. Would you believe me if I said that I didn’t believe in love at first sight until you walked into the bar?” You smiled, “Yeah, because I was the same way.”

“Y/N, good you’re awake,” Cass’s gruff voice pulled your attention away from Jake. “Hey, Cass, thanks for fixin’ me up.” He nodded curtly before sitting down on the bed. “I have some questions.”

You nodded, “Shoot.”

“Did you break out of the siren’s spell before you killed it?” You nodded, frowning a little, “I did, why?” “How?” You squeezed Jake’s hand, “Jake pulled me out, I don’t really know how that worked but he did.” Cass nodded. “And I never felt fully under the spell, like my body was doing it but my mind, heart, whatever, was telling me to stop. It was weird.”

Cass nodded again, “That’s because you found your soulmate.” “I’m sorry, what?” “Jake, he is your soulmate. Siren’s have little power over soulmate bonds as strong as yours, that’s why he was able to pull you out of the spell.”

Jake looked at you, smiling like a fool.

“That explains why I’m so comfortable around you.” “And why my heart felt heavy after I left.” Jake pulled you in for a sweet kiss.

When you pulled away, you mumbled against his lips, “That’s why I’m questioning everything I thought I knew.” “What do you-” “I’m gonna stop hunting. Right here, right now.” “You’d give that up for me?” “Yes!” “I couldn’t ask you to give that up.” You shook your head, “You’re not. I’ve wanted to get out, but I thought it was never possible. That I could never have the life I’ve dreamt of, but these past few days have turned what I thought I knew on it’s head.”

“I think you’ve been spending time with us too much,” Dean chuckled out. “You deserve this, Y/N,” Sam smiled at you and Jake. “Are you sure?” They nodded and you turned to Jake, “That settles it, I’m staying here.” Jake smiled, “And I know the perfect place.”

**********

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@perpetualabsurdity -

Looking for in the Pond? - More Jensen/Dean content ��

Pairings you read? - Jensen/reader, Jensen/OFC, Dean/reader, Dean/OFC

Genres you read? - Smut, mostly, but really all

Favorite writer(s)? - @luci-in-trenchcoats, @smol-and-grumpy, @supernatural-jackles

@fuiabarcelos -

Other SM names? - Discord: Fuiabarcelos, TikTok: princess_of.hell

OTP? - Destiel

Other fandoms? - Yes! I really like Julie and the phantoms and Taylor Swift.

Looking for in the Pond? - After the show ended I felt that the brazilian fanfic writers (I'm from brazil) disappeared a little, that's when I met Tumblr and AO3. I usually write fanfics in portuguese, but I'm still learning english and I thought that Pond would be a great place to improve it and, more importantly, make writer friends.

Something to signal boost? - In my wattpad profile, there are many stories of the Supernatural (all in Portuguese), but I'll leave here the link to my favorite. I know there probably won't be anyone who understands Portuguese, but google chrome has an option to translate it, in case anyone is interested. Warrior. For fans of Taylor Swift, I made some Sam's wallpapers inspired by her albums.

Pairings you read? - Mostly reader inserts.

Genres you read? - I usually read smut, fuff, Angst. My favorites are Fluff and Angst. I also like Soulmates Au, stories where the reader is some magical being and, my favorite of all, stories inspired by songs.

Favorite writer(s)? - @thinkinghardhardlythinking @princessmisery666 @queen-of-deans-booty @impala-dreamer @holylulusworld and many more!

Guppies, Jellies, and Mutuals, oh, my!

@ladynightskye -

Other SM names? - Discord: LadyKnightSkye

OTP? - Multishipper with a preference for Dean/Lucifer & Lucifer/Castiel

Other fandoms? - Multiple, but Halo, Far Cry 5, and Fire Emblem currently

Looking for in the Pond? - Kinda just wanna hang out.

Something to signal boost? - Apple Pie and the Apocalypse

Pairings you read? - Most pairings including Lucifer or Dean

Genres you read? - Au, mostly, and smut.

What do you like to write? - Alternate universes are my jam. I admittedly like taking these characters and putting them into fantasy Situations. Also lately I’ve been very into genderbending Dean.

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - Fleur de feu

PurpleEdge (AO3 only) -

Other SM names? - Discord: PurpleEdge

Looking for in the Pond? - I would like to discuss writing stuff and SPN stuff with other fans/writers.

Pairings you read? - I'm not into romantic shipping, but I love the Winchesters family dynamics - Sam & Dean, and John & the boys.

Genres you read? - Mostly Discipline fics, whump, and angst, but I'll read whatever's good.

Favorite writer(s)? - ReaperTownUSA on AO3

What do you like to write? - Discipline fics, slavery tropes, angst, gen, family dynamics, family fluff. I've posted one smut fic, but I'm not sure if I'll do more.

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - No Rest

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - Currently I think I've tried at least once all the tropes/genres that I like. There may be things out there that I'm not aware of, and I hope that being in this community will help me discover them.

@ani-coolgirl -

Other SM names? - Discord: aniciel, AO3: ani_coolgirl

OTP? - Wincest

Looking for in the Pond? - I would just like to expand my readership and makes some friends to share ideas with.

Something to signal boost? - I'm currently working on writing a wincest fic for every episode of the show. I recently started season 5:I'm currently working on writing a wincest fic for every episode of the show. I recently started season 5: Every First Time on AO3.

Pairings you read? - Wincest

Genres you read? - Smut and angst (but I prefer a happy ending), but I enjoy me a good fluffy fic.

Favorite writer(s)? - @zmediaoutlet

What do you like to write? - Angst, plotty drama I'll never finish, smut

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - Cuckoos in Glass Houses

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I'm too nervous to post chapter fics because I have problems with follow through. I have epics in my brain that have yet to see the light of day because I never get past chapter 2!

@foxyjwls007 -

Other SM names? - It's the same for FB and IG

Looking for in the Pond? - To be a better writer and get help putting my work out for people to read.

Pairings you read? - Dean, Sam, Cas reader inserts

Genres you read? - All

Favorite writer(s)? - @lucidlivi, @zepskies, @spnexploration, @littlefreya, @sillyrabbit81, and many more

What do you like to write? - Fluff, smut, some angst, ofc, au

Masterlist? - I have no masterlist. Have only posted one work so far.

Most underappreciated fic? - Veggie Tale

@dawn-petrichor-world -

Other SM names? - Discord: Dawn-petrichor-world

OTP? - Destiel

Other fandoms? - I'm multi fandom, Pedro Pascal characters, marvel, Tolkien and more

Pairings you read? - Dean, Crowley, Castiel, & Sam reader inserts

Genres you read? - All

Favorite writer(s)? - @holylulusworld

What do you like to write? - Mostly angst and smut

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - The Story of my Life (series)

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I have a lot I haven't written yet and I'd love to write. Because I'm feeling stupid an idiot and not good. I think and hope join a group could boost or help me to write. I still don't know how.

@gloriousmooseman -

Other SM names? - Discord: taylorbeans

OTP? - Wincest

Other fandoms? - Doctor Who/Torchwood, Marvel, HP, some rpf

Looking for in the Pond? - Just to meet like minded people and make new friends!

Pairings you read? - Wincest, Drarry (HP)

Genres you read? - I love a bit of domestic fluff.

Favorite writer(s)? - @astolat is a classic!

What do you like to write? - Wincest

Masterlist!

@rominaszh -

Other SM names? - Discord: rominaszd.dis

OTP? - Destiel alongside many many others

Other fandoms? - Yes, a lot.

Looking for in the Pond? - Just to enjoy the fandom.

Pairings you read? - Destiel mostly, but anything Jensen Ackles related as well

Genres you read? - All

Favorite writer(s)? - I'm in love with everything I read, everyone is so talented!

What do you like to write? - I write mostly angst but fluff and humor is my favorite.

Masterlist!

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I have never written any Destiel fics because I don't feel confident enough to write them accurately and in a way that they deserve, but someday I would love to.

@limeskye -

Other SM names? - Discord: limeskye Other: psmalcolmbright

OTP? - Destiel

Other fandoms? - Prodigal Son

Looking for in the Pond? - To share the SPN love!

Pairings you read? - Destiel mostly, but also other slash pairings on occasion.

Genres you read? - Depends on my mood.

Favorite writer(s)? - @felisblanco

Masterlist? - I've only ever ficced for Prodigal Son before as have always felt the spn fandom is flooded with so many great writers. But who knows what the future holds. I've gifted for other stuff, mostly Prodigal Son and whump stuff.

That's all for this month, folks! (If we're missing anyone, let us know and we'll add them to next month's list!) Make sure to say hi to the newbies and make them feel welcome! Thanks to all from @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @princessmisery666, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @katbratsupernaturalwhore and @heavenssexiestangel!

[awesomelyanxiouspanda]

A Fiercely Bleeding Heart (Lucifer/OFC): Chapter 9

Story summary: Emery (Our lovely OFC) owns a thriving coffee shop smack dab in the middle of Monroe City, Mo. She’s well known for her unique coffee drinks and her “coffee charity”. What happens when a woman with too much heart- and not nearly enough common sense- comes across the fallen archangel in his mostly human state? Will Lucifer behave, or will he bite the hand that (quite literally) feeds him?  

Warnings/Tags: Canon S.13 E.21 death and resurrections. 

Loosely based around S.13 E. 13! Plus size OC, OC is gullible and a big softie, Lucifer in his nearly human form, Soft Lucifer, Dean and Sam cosplaying FBI agents again, Canon typical violence, Non-Canon compliant story line, Soulmate AU-ish?, canon typical cursing, NOT a slow burn, not beta’d we die like our king Crowley, smut, vaginal fingering, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected smut, commitments are made, soulmate bonds are formed, praise kink, Luci can dirty talk with the best of them (we all know his sass would be sinful in bed),  little bit of drama, some self-esteem issues, possessive Lucifer, breeding kink, dom/sub themes, pet names (such as princess, good girl, and little one), Castiel awkwardly and adorably cosplaying an FBI agent, Castiel is also scary af, reader gets a backbone and attempts the implausible, reader gets to see the darker side of Lucifer up close, canon-death, reader is definitely morally grey in areas.

A/N: Heeeyyy, another filler chapter! The good news is we’re super close to meeting Jack! As a mother in real life, I can’t wait to create a bond between Emery and Jack as I fix the way they fucked over Lucifer in this season. 

“Somebody bet on the grey! One more time!”

That voice... I knew it! I knew I had heard him. Still uncertain of who would be around, not wanting to attempt a tussle with anyone- much less an angel, I crept carefully to the doorway and peeked around. The sight that awaited me made my heart twist. Lucifer, bound on his knees, held magically above a bowl with some kind of glowing essence flowing from his throat. What the hell were they doing to him?! 

I looked around the room for any other occupants to find one lonely woman at the table. A beautiful woman with sharp features and fiery hair. In another world, if she weren’t an obvious part of Lucifer’s capture, I might have found her to be quite stunning.

“Hey, come on, Red, I’m just trying to have a good time with you… Like last time.”

Fuck, that struck a bitter chord of jealousy in my heart. Taking a deep breath, I swallowed back the green-eyed monster and tried to think of a way to interfere without getting myself or Lucifer killed. Who knew what kind of powers that woman had. She could be an angel, a demon, or worse for all I knew. 

“You remember that? When I surprised you at your hotel room?” 

This conversation was definitely not meant for me and my heart recognized that with a  painful throb. While I couldn’t hold anything he did before we were together against him, it still hurt to hear. The redhead didn’t appear any happier to hear it, her face tightening and motions growing tense. There definitely wasn’t a happy ending there. 

“Oh, I mean, I even wanted you to put up a fight. I wanted a little bit of a tussle, but… you froze. You choked. So I choked ya.” 

For a moment, there was a sensation tight in my gut that felt like I was going to vomit, and it took all my strength not to let it out. 

“What was that like? Burning to death?”

Oh… OH. Realization struck hard and fast. This wasn’t a lover’s quarrel. This was something worse. I was seeing something I really didn’t want to see. 

“You know, I still can’t get that smell out of my nose. That… ashy reek of burnt-up ginger.” 

His laughter echoed across the room and I could feel my hands begin to tremble. While I trusted him to never turn that sadistic streak upon me, it was terrifying to hear. Logically, I knew what he had done but to hear it from him himself so graphically, to see the horror in that woman’s eyes… 

“Shut your mouth!”

She darted across the room, snarled her fingers tight in his hair, and yanked his head back as she leaned in close. 

It was almost too low to hear, but I managed to make out her words just barely as I crept closer. 

“You want to get inside MY head, twist the knife? Two can play that game. Do you know what your grace is making possible right now? The heartfelt family reunion of Sam, Dean, Cas, Mary, and your very own son, Jack. That’s right. Your wee boy is right there. He’ll be glad to see his three fathers. Because as for as he’s concerned, they are his father and you… you are nothing to him, or me, or anyone now.”

Her voice trailed off but I could see the damage her words had done. Lucifer was trembling and the look in his eyes was enough to make my heart skip a beat. As I watched his internal battle, I could barely sort through my own thoughts. Lucifer had a son. Why hadn’t he told me that? Hurt mixed with the feeling of helplessness as I watched her torment him, and it finally became all too much. 

“Why don’t you just shut up?!” 

The words came out before I could think them through, both heads snapping my way with shock written on their faces. Slowly, a sadistic smile crossed Lucifer’s mug, meanwhile, disbelief and disgust showed on the woman’s. 

“Princess!”

“You. What do you think you’re doing out here?!” she bit out.

“You think I’d just… sit there, after you all finally left me alone?” I shot back, putting on a much braver face than I felt, “Must be stupider than you look.” 

“Aww, satan’s little whore has bite to her,” she said with mock adoration, “How cute.” 

My eyes darted behind her as shocks of lightning begin to branch off of Lucifer. Before she could react, he suddenly snapped his bonds and levitated into the air, his hand instantly encircling her throat tight. It was like something out of a superhero movie and I was unable to do more than watch in awe.

“Aw, Red, you shouldn’t have made me mad,” he taunted, “Step into my office.” 

Faster than my eyes could keep up with, they were across the room, and he slammed her into the wall with a shuddering thud. A peak of lust lit in my belly at the raw show of power before disgust shamed it away. I must have been more fucked up than I realized if I was even thinking about that at a time like this. Lucifer’s growled words quickly drew me out of my inner turmoil. 

“You know, you and Gabe, you kicked me when I was down. I didn’t have any fight. I didn’t have anything to live for. But now, now,” he paused, eyes coming to catch mine, “You’ve given me something to fight for again, the two most important things to fight for; My boy, and my queen. So, for that, I’m going to be quick.”

“Defendatur!”

With a wild cry and a hand thrust out his way, the woman sent Lucifer flying back, right into the glowing slit in the air. I could only watch in horror as it immediately sucked him in, leaving not a trace of him in sight. 

“What- Wh- Where did he go?!” 

The redhead shot a glare my way, chest heaving and face red, before biting out, “Why don’t you go and find out, you sick little trollop?” 

I didn’t give myself a chance to second-guess my actions. Snagging one of the hunting knives off the big table, I sent her a scathing glare before readying myself to jump. Surely it’d just take me in like it had him, right? With a deep breath, I lunged forward, eyes shut tight and arms braced around myself for impact. Hopefully, this wouldn’t kill me. But I’d never be able to forgive myself if I didn’t at least try. 

A panicked screech fled my lips as I plummeted hard into the unforgiving ground seconds later. I barely managed to cover my face as I went tumbling down what seemed to be a steep decline for way too long, grimacing through groans and whimpers as the blade in my hand scratched across my flesh. When I finally came to a stop, it was from a pair of hands yanking me still. For a long moment, breathing through the fear and pain was all I could manage until a voice spoke.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing here?! Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

My eyes popped open and I hastily threw myself upright in search of Lucifer, a little noise of relief sounding when I found him directly behind me. 

“Lucifer!” 

He let out a little oomph as I tackled him to the ground and wrapped him in a tight bear hug, tucking my face into the hollow between his neck and shoulder with a shuddering sigh. Arms wrapped around my frame and pulled me in tight as my first sniffle came forth.

“Hey, princess.”

“I missed you so much,” I whispered, voice tight with tears, “I tried to call for you but that fucking seraphim put some crazy warding on my ribs! I- I thought I’d-” 

He released his hold on me only for his hands to resurface on either side of my face, managing to pull me away just enough for our eyes to meet. I could barely make out his features until I blinked away the tears flooding my gaze. I watched intently as his lips parted as if to speak, before closing again. This happened a few times before he finally jerked me into a tense kiss. 

“I thought I’d fucking lost you,” he breathed against my lips.

The raw pain in his voice brought another round of tears down my cheeks. I wasn’t given the chance to respond before his mouth was on mine once more. My lips parted eagerly as his tongue pressed for entrance and the lingering taste of whiskey overwhelmed my senses before the familiar sensation of contentment settled in my breast. 

When I finally drew away for a breath, he leaned me back just enough to sit up and regain his hold around my waist, his head resting over my heart. 

“I spent so long looking for you,” he murmured, “Every time it felt like I was close, you’d suddenly disappear again. Even with the soulmate bond, it was like you didn’t exist. Now I know why.” 

I rested my cheek atop his head as my fingers wove into his blonde hair, soothing the raging emotions within by toying with the strands. Time seemed to stand still around us as I soaked in his touch. I was unsure of how long we sat like that but I honestly would have done it for the rest of my existence if given the chance. Only the reminder of why he’d come through was enough to urge me into action.

“You have a son?” I asked softly. 

Lucifer tensed slightly before relaxing with a little laugh. 

“Yeah, I- uh- thought Jack was gone too. Those damn Winchesters have been hiding him from me. I was told time and time again that he was gone and I couldn’t NOT believe it. Where you were like a ghost to my sense, he was completely absent.” 

I swallowed hard and nodded as he pulled back. There was something bright in his enchanting blue irises as they ran over my face and it shone through the smile he gave just the same. 

“But now I know. He’s here! I can’t feel him, but I can track those flannel-wearing idiots directly to him, and then- then, we’re getting the hell outta dodge!” 

My lips quirked up fondly as he talked about the trips he was going to take the kid on, about family dinners, about the future in general. It warmed my heart in ways I’d never expected. 

“But the first step is finding him.”

“I’m coming with,” I replied firmly.

Something dark flashed through his eyes and, for a moment, I was worried I had made him mad, but then that light came back. 

“I don’t like the thought of you being here. This place is… well, let’s just say it’s worse than our world could ever be. I can’t just send you back to Red, though,” he muttered, almost as if to himself before his hand captured my jaw startlingly hard, “You HAVE to stay at my side, do you understand that, princess? No wandering off. No trusting ANYBODY except me. I can only protect you if you are within my reach.” 

“Of course,” I assured him. 

My cheeks flamed hot under the domineering grip overwhelming my senses as his eyes searched mine intently. 

“Good girl.” 

I nearly melted on the spot, my eyelashes fluttering shut in hopes of containing my reactions, and I managed a weak smile in response. 

“I can’t wait for you to meet him. I just know he’s going to love you as much as I do,” he breathed against my lips before gifting me a searing kiss and releasing my face, “Come on then, doll. We’re burning light.” 

…

In some roundabout ridiculous way, I couldn’t help but enjoy the situation we were in. Sure, this apocalypse world sucked, but I was allowed to traverse it with the love of my life, hand in hand as we searched for his kid. Him ripping apart rogue angels aside… Were this place more similar to our realm, I’d find the trek actually enjoyable. Well, that and if I were in better shape. I was silently cursing the ache in my legs and every clumsy footstep that set us back precious seconds. Thankfully, Lucifer made no ill comment about my missteps and simply pulled me closer to match his more stable footing. Who knew the devil could have such patience. 

As I daydreamed about future, more pleasant, walks with Lucifer and Jack, I was suddenly pulled to a stop. 

“We’re close,” he muttered, eyebrows pinching together in obvious thought, “Something’s wrong.” 

“What do you mean?” I questioned.

My answer came in the form of Lucifer suddenly marching forward into the dark tunnel placed strategically on the side of the mountain. Fear lit hot under my skin as the darkness enveloped us and I couldn’t help but wrap myself around his arm in search of safety. There were things in the darkness around us. I could hear them, feel them, around us. What they were, I had no clue, but part of my brain was thankful for the shadows concealing them.  

“Lu-Lucifer, are-”

“Don’t worry, they can’t touch us,” he responded simply. 

His fingers squeezed mine soothingly as he dutifully led us down the narrow twists and turns until we came to a dimly lit cove. A curse left his lips when he finally came to a stop. 

“Well, this is problematic, but… This actually might work out in our favor.”

It took my eyes a few moments to adjust but, when they did, I almost wished they hadn’t. A weak gasp left my lips as my brain finally processed the gruesome sight of Sam’s lifeless body framed almost strategically in the shafts of light. Next came the heavy scent of copper filling the air. 

While I didn’t like what Sam had done, that was far from wanting him dead. To see someone I’d known personally, torn apart like some kind of chew toy…

Before I realized what was happening, my knees collapsed beneath me and my face nearly met the ground as a terrible bought of nausea wracked through my being. Thankfully, nothing really came up, having not eaten anything since the night before, but the taste of acid was heavy on my tongue with each wretch. 

“Ah, shit, sorry, I didn’t- I didn’t think about it,” Lucifer sighed heavily. 

Tears dripped down my cheeks and I hastily wiped my mouth with the back of my arm, hoping to rid myself of any undesirable fluids, as he crouched next to me. A warm hand rested against my back and a welcomed sensation of complete peace followed, filling each and every nerve in my body until I no longer felt like passing out. 

“Just keep your eyes down for a second,” he instructed gently, “He’ll be fine in a minute.” 

Disbelief almost brought my gaze up to him but I quickly fought the urge and followed his instructions closely, not wanting to chance another round of nausea. I kept my lids clenched tight as I listened to his footsteps cross the dirt and rock until it was silent once more. I could hear him muttering something under his breath before he made his way back over. 

“You’re good to get up now.”

Another round of gratefulness blossomed through my chest as I found his hands reaching down for me and I accepted his help with a quiet ‘thank you’. Before he could even respond, there was a sharp rattling gasp through the silence. 

“Wh-”

A large hand covered my mouth instantly and he leaned into my ear, shushing me so quietly I could barely hear. 

“Give it a moment.”

His voice reverberated through my mind before going silent once more. Though he kept my lips covered, he finally allowed me to turn just enough to see Sam sitting upright, inhaling panicked breaths and searching for something in the darkness around us. It wasn’t until Sam got to his feet that Lucifer finally relinquished his hold, sliding slowly towards Sam through the shadows until he was behind him, a flashlight silhouetting his face almost comically. 

“Boo! Hey Sammy!”

“No,” Sam hissed darkly, taking a step back from the other man. 

“Yeah, I mean, you could do the whole pinch yourself, rub your eyes thing, or you could put on your big boy pants and just, you know, cut right to the realization that yup, it’s me.”

I watched on in silence, transfixed by the show before me, too afraid to interrupt the duo in what was obviously a tense moment.

“Y-You-You- You brought me back?” 

“I did, you’re welcome.”

Sam watched as Lucifer prowled through the area, stopping below the broken boards and right in the light. 

“Why?” Sam demanded.

“Oh well, I’m getting to that.”

Realization shot through Sam’s features as he looked back before addressing Lucifer once more.

“The rift? The rift! Rowena!”

“Oh, she’s okay. I mean I was going to kill her, but, she blasted me here before I had that chance to. It’s great, self-defense, but uh I was coming here anyway.”

“But we drained you!” 

“So… how did I have the juice to pull off my little Lazarus trick? That’s a long story but I was basically tracking you here and then I came across a handful of Michael’s angels and I uh- I ate them. I guess it’s not really that long of a story, is it?”

The disgust that Sam showed was palpable. Not that I could blame him. It had been hard to watch even despite knowing it was done out of self-preservation, a literal them or us situation. 

“What do you want?”

“What do I want? I want what everyone wants. I want a personal apology from Pop. I want rerun-free year-round episodes of drag-race.”

“Yeah, got it okay, right. We’re done here.” 

Sam grabbed up his bag, noticeably keeping a steady on Lucifer as he moved. 

“Are you going? Here. It’s dark out there.” 

He tried to hand the flashlight over to Sam but the other simply clicked on his own, tossing a glare in the archangel's direction.  As he turned away, there was a sudden deafening roar as his light passed over a massive group of… somethings. 

A terrified screech escaped my lips before I could stop it and Sam jumped back in turn, eyes landed on me in surprise. 

“Emery? What the- You brought her here?!” Sam snapped.

The tension around the two snapped even tighter as Lucifer slid over and pulled me under his arm. 

“It-”

“I didn’t really give him a choice,” I cut in quietly, hand resting on Lucifer’s abdomen to hopefully keep him calm, “I sure as hell wasn’t going to stay there with that woman and I wanted to help.”

Sam’s lips drew into a tight line, eyebrows furrowing and arching in thought before he tossed another look back at the mass of writhing bodies. 

“Oh, yeah they’re sorta- sorta all over there and I’m holding them back.”

Subconsciously, my nails tightened into his t-shirt as I pressed fully against him for comfort. 

“They’re just waiting for a little snap of the fingers,” Lucifer added rather smugly, fingers lifting symbolically, “But I didn’t want ‘em floodin’ in here and eatin’ you again. Not until after we finished our convo.”

Sam’s face read as clearly as day, frustration and anger marring his features as he swung back around to face us. 

“What do you want?!” 

My heart leaped into my throat as Lucifer’s hand tightened across my hip and his once lax form went rigid. 

“I want what you already have- A relationship with my son.”

Disbelief fled across the bigger man’s face as a scoff filled the air. 

“Okay, there was a time when I would just, you know, grab him, but… I’ve grown.”

“Yeah sure you have,” Sam snapped. 

“I have Samuel.” 

Eyes widening in shock, I flinched the tiniest bit as the giant of a man turned his narrowed gaze onto me. 

“How can you stand there and trust him when you see what he’s doing?” Sam bit out tersely, “You’re really buying into this ‘good father’ schtick? Come on, Emery, open your eyes!” 

“Talk to her like that one more time and it won’t be the vampires you have to worry about,” Lucifer snarled darkly, “Now, I want my son, and you’re going to help me.”

“How?”

“Well, I don’t feel like he’ll just accept me unless I come bearing gifts. Yep. Boop! You,” Lucifer sang lightly, poking the bigger man in the chest, “Listen, I’m not asking you to like it- or to like me! All I’m asking is that you acknowledge the truth; that I was the one who brought you back to life, that I was the one who lifted you from the darkness into the light. Okay?”

There was a heavy silence that stretched between the two before Lucifer sighed loudly.

“Apocolypse world, Michael’s armies? You really think you and your family can handle that stuff alone? You need me.” 

A war of emotions danced through the brunette’s face before it settled plainly on defeat. 

“And what if I say no?

“Alright, let me just make this really, really, really easy- easy enough for even you to understand Sammy. I’m getting to Jack, one way or the other. The only question is- You coming with…” he lifted his fingers into a snap motion as a smirk danced across his lips, “Or that? Your move, champ.”

[theblackestvalkyrie]

GUIDELINES AND RULES

I used to have a schedule and post on Monday & Friday with weekends scattered but that was too constricting for my mental health and creativity. I write when I want, how I want, on the topics I’m interested in and having an audience is a nice bonus.

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I haven’t written fanfiction/stories in 5 years due to plagiarism and personal issues related to my mental illnesses and during that time I have collected literally hundreds of ideas and needed somewhere to dump them. Angst is my specialty and I write a lot of villain-centric/sympathetic stories so sometimes the villain wins so many of my stories will have a trigger warning (tw). If things like suicide, depression, character deaths, etc are things you don’t want to read then skip them.

I am also a csa (and other categories of abuse) survivor and while there will be no underage/”dead dove do not eat” content on this page (examples of exceptions would be Peter Parker x reader who is the same age as him), many of my stories I write to channel my trauma.

I mostly write things that I would want to read or can’t find in other fics. That being said I do have a list of things I do and don’t write. Some things are not up for debate so don’t bother asking.

IN THIS NEW AGE OF AN OVERLY SENSITIVE TUMBLR, I WOULD LIKE TO KINDLY REMIND EVERYONE THAT I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER. IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ ANYTHING TABOO OR TRIGGERING THEN BLOCK THE TAG “TABOO”.  

THIS BLOG IS 18+ FOR A REASON. ONLY YOU MAKE THE DECISION TO CLICK ON AND VIEW ALL CONTENT ON MY PAGE.

I DO NOT WRITE:

White Characters. Do not ask me why repeatedly, request it, and demand it. Put plain and simple, almost every story on Tumblr (and everywhere else) has a white character by default and I want a place where black fans can see themselves reflected in fanfiction. That being said, I welcome everyone from all walks of life to read my content and some fics may be race-neutral or actually white which will be properly tagged.

Fake texts or reactions. I feel like they’re great forms of writing for other people but for me personally, it’s a lazy way to write so I won’t be doing them right now. I may in the future and at the moment I am trying to practice other forms of writing.

FAT/PLUS SIZE, MALE, OR GENDER-NEUTRAL CHARACTERS. I don't have any interest in writing for characters that aren't female plain and simple. There are several talented writers who you can look to for this content but I am not one so don't request it as it will be ignored. As for writing fat/plus-size characters, I will not budge on that as I am suffering from an eating disorder (currently relapsed) and don’t feel comfortable doing so in any capacity.

Ships (of any kind). (Ex: Dean Winchester & Castiel – Supernatural)

Crossovers.

Badfics/parody fics.

Song Fics/Requests.

Poetry Fics/Requests.

Bestiality. (exceptions can be made ex: monsterfucking, A/B/O fics)

Amnesia. (some exceptions can be made)

AU fics. (only certain types)

Genderswap.

MPREG.

Trans male/female anything. Don’t ask. Failure to comply will result in your asks being deleted and will get you blocked

I DO WRITE:

Soulmate AU’s.

Pregnancy.

Angst/Fluff/Smut. just the usual fics

Noncon/Rape.

Challenge fics. (fics based on Tumblr posts, funny pictures, etc where I challenge myself to make them into stories)

Gore/Death/Murder.

Pregnancy fics.

Mentally ill/Disabled Readers. (Upon request)

Suicide/Suicidal readers.

Underage Smut/Relationships. Absolutely no children. I do not take these kinds of fics lightly. I will write for characters like Peter Parker tho

Specific Kinks. See the 'Taboo Masterlist' for specific kinks

Incest. 

Threesomes (sometimes orgies). Must be reader-centric

Poly Relationships. These are always reader focused and not the other characters with each other

Lesbian/Bisexual/Pansexual Relationships.

RPF (Real Person Fiction). This only applies to certain people and I will let you know upon request

                                          FANDOMS

My fandoms are ever-changing. To see a full and complete list please see the pinned Masterlist post which is constantly being updated.

              AO3 & FF.NET

I do have accounts under archiveofourown.org and fanfiction.net and while I do use a separate pseudonym, I do post full detailed stories (ff.net not so much anymore). I will have a link to my ao3 account in the description and when I post stories I will post a preview or sample of my work with a link so you can read them if you want. Keep in mind that my fics on ao3 are also 18+ and the same rules apply except for requesting stories. I don’t take requests on a03 or ff.net but I do on Tumblr. I will be using the hashtag “#ao3previews”.

                                                 RULES

Don’t ask me when I am updating. As I mentioned above, I will post erratically.

RPF (Real Person Fiction) is a work in progress. That’s probably going to be one of the last kinds of stories I��ll write here so if you want them please be patient.

IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT, DON’T READ IT. If you message me to complain about the content I'm telling you right now I don't give a shit. I definitely won't respond.

I don’t really do tag lists anymore. I like the freedom of only having to write for myself and having people choose to read it.

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK. This is one of the reasons why I stopped writing anything at all but I have since learned how to properly doxx someone so please don’t be an asshole and steal my work or I will find you. Also, please notify me if you see my work anywhere else on Tumblr or any other platforms. I will only post on this account on Tumblr unless otherwise stated!

               ~~Xiomara~~

[meganlpie]

Words

Based on this request:  Hi Meg! 💚 Can i please ask for a Cas imagine? Soulmate one where anything you write on your skin appears on your soulmates. He doesn’t get why words are appearing on him and Sam and Dean go on a mission to find the girl. She thinks she doesn’t have a soulmate as nothing appears on her?

Here you go, lovelies! I do not own ANY SPN characters. They belong to the writers/creators of the show!

Warnings: Soulmate AU, angst-ish. Based on season 4 Castiel.

Pairings: Castiel x fem!reader

Cas' brow furrowed in confusion. "Dean, why have these words suddenly appeared on my arm?" Dean glanced over and saw the words on Cas' skin. "Seriously? You don't know? I thought angels would know about soulmates." Cas' eyes widened. Of course he knew about soulmates. But angels didn't have them. As far as he knew, they were exclusive to humans.

         "But these words do not make sense," he commented, causing Sam to look at the exposed skin. "Looks like…orders? Your soulmate might be a waiter or something." Dean arched a brow. "A waiter who writes orders on their arms and hands?" Sam shrugged. "It's possible they lost their pad." Cas merely stared at his arm. "Should I…should I return correspondence?" Sam and Dean shrugged, not knowing that the writer of those words was in the very town they were hunting in.

YOUR POV

         You let out a soft sigh as you kicked your door closed behind you. Another long day and you were ready to get off your feet. You were seriously considering finding a new job. Waitressing was absolutely not for you, especially since the new manager had yet to learn the ropes, including ordering new order pads. You only hoped your soulmate wouldn't be too irritated with the constant stream of words on their arms. Not that you would know either way.

         From the moment you learned to write, you had begun writing little notes to your soulmate. It started with simple, one-word messages, and eventually developed into full paragraphs. But no matter how much or little you wrote, no matter how often, you never received a reply. Not a single one. After a while you just gave up hope of ever meeting your soulmate.

         You went about your daily life and as you lived your life, thoughts of your soulmate began drifting to the back of your mind. You decided to stop searching and writing to someone who wasn't going to write back. Your hand and arm instead became a place for notes and orders. You never expected that those orders would be the reason you ended up meeting your soulmate after all.

         You were awakened by your phone ringing next to your head. With a groan, you rolled over to grab the offending device. You wanted to scream when you saw your manager's name flash across the screen. When you answered you weren't at all surprised to hear them asking you to come in as another waiter had called in sick. If you hadn't needed the money, you would have laughed right then and there, but instead, you got up and made your way into work.

         The diner was busy when you arrived. Not unusual for a Sunday morning. There was a bar a few doors down and a lot of people liked to come in to nurse their Saturday night hangovers. Your mind instantly shifted into work mode, only to gaze at your coworkers curiously when you caught them all staring at one table. "Uh…hello?"

         "Y/N, you lucky b-" Another waitress covered your friend's mouth. Your elderly Sunday regulars often complained about her language. "What are you talking about?" you questioned and they all nodded in the same direction. "Your first table!"

         You let your eyes follow their gazes and had to fight to keep your jaw from dropping. Three absolutely gorgeous men were sitting at the table. You quickly looked away as you wanted to be respectful. "That's my first table?" you asked in disbelief. That earned you a nod and playfully jealous glares. "Okay, stop ogling them. You don't like it when customers ogle you so stop," you chastised before turning to your manager and asking about order pads. Of course, there were none.

         With pen in hand, you approached the table and smiled. "Hi, I'm Y/N. What can I get ya?" As soon as the first of them gave you his order, you began writing on your hand. "You always write on your hand?" You shook your head and smiled playfully. "Haven't you heard? It’s the new in thing. Saves paper and whatnot." He laughed, but one of the others cleared his throat.

         "Uh, Dean?" The green-eyed man who'd been speaking to you glanced over at his companions. The tallest of the three grabbed the third man's hand to show Dean. "Sh-Should I give you guys a minute?" Dean looked up at you. "No, Sweetheart. But you should look at my friend's hand." Your heart began to beat faster. Was this it?

         You glanced down at the third man's hand and nearly dropped your pen to the floor. Your gaze shot up to meet the startling blue eyes of your soulmate. "I-I'll be right back," you managed to squeak out before turning on your heel to move back behind the counter.

         When soulmates began cropping up, new labor laws were put in place allowing employees to leave work for a few days after meeting their soulmates as long as they could prove the bond. So you practically ran to your manager, grabbed their hand, and pulled them over to the table. After a couple moments, your manager took your apron with a smile and Dean and the tall guy left the booth so you could sit with your soulmate.

         "What's your name?" you asked, trying desperately not to seem too eager. "I am Castiel." You smiled a little. "It's unique…Why? I mean, why didn't you ever respond?" you asked softly as you gestured to the writing on your hand. "I-I," he started. His blue eyes frantically searched for his friends, confusing you. "Hey, again," the tall one greeted from beside the table, "I think you guys should come with us. There's a few things you should know, Y/N." To say you were confused would be an understatement, but you'd always been a curious person and this was your soulmate and his friends. They wouldn't hurt you. You knew that. So you nodded and followed the three men outside. Once there, the three men began to explain everything.

*short time skip*

         You stared at the three like they were insane. "Wait. So you're telling me that everything we've ever been afraid of, all the things that go bump in the night are real? And the two of you," you stated, pointing at Dean and, as you now knew, Sam, "Are hunters?" They nodded and you turned your eyes on Castiel.

         "And you? You're an angel? Like, an honest to goodness angel?" He also confirmed and you nearly swayed on your feet. "O-Okay." Castiel looked completely lost as to what to do, adding to the validity of his claim. Sam  helped you sit down and attempted to keep you calm while Dean whispered something to Castiel who was currently glaring at Sam sitting so closely to his soulmate.

         Meanwhile, your mind was racing. Your soulmate was an angel. A FREAKING ANGEL! What were you supposed to do with that?! How would that even work?! You wanted to scream and cry at the same time. It didn't seem fair. Your soulmate was so far out of your reach it wasn't funny. Had there been some sort of mistake? So many questions without answers and it was weighing on you already. Would you ever be able to manage this?

(a/n: I hope you like it!!)

Forever Tags: @fizzyxcustard @brewsthespirit-blog @sirkekselord @aikibriarrose  @lady-of-lies @esoltis280 @stories-by-shanna-p @motleymoose @dark-angel-is-back @supernatural4life2022​ 

SPN Tags: @jotink78​

[glygriffe]

Rec list of the month

I started reading late in the month of May but here are the little gems I collected on the way. (I also started to hoard some fics to read later so there's that to look forward to!)

Supernatural

Prettiest One: A little bit of fluff to soften the pain of a broken leg. By @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior (Dean x Reader)

Untitled drabble: Making sure Dean is ok and opening a door into his psyche he rarely uses... A drabble by @lipstickandwhiskey (Dean, Reader)

Jack's Garden: A short story of what Paradise looks like for Jack, and who are his gardeners... by @posingasme on AO3 (No pairing)

A leprechaun in the bunker: a sweet story about soulmates and slowish burn by @kazsrm67 (Dean x Reader)

Untitled: a short fluffy piece about how the love of a child can change you by @shellygurumi (Dean, Castiel - kind of background pairing)

Foxholes: a mature ficlet by@thoughtslikeaminefield about Annie Hawkings and her sexy times with Bobby, Sam, and Dean that suggests more than it tells. But it tells enough to get my imagination going... (Annie x Bobby, Annie x Dean, Annie x Sam)

Homesick: a short Sam POV from the pilot episode by @mrswhozeewhatsis that is equally fluff and angst. (Sam x Jess)

Alone, I know: No one understood the emotional damage Sam endured in the Cage. A whump ficlet by Rulerofpotatoes on AO3. (No pairing)

What more can I say: to laugh a little. By @justagirlinafandomworld (Sam x Reader)

Best laid plans: (Supernatural adjacent) A sweet RPF series about falling in love in the land of the rich and famous by @thinkinghardhardlythinkingogblog (Jensen x Reader)

Stranger Things

Untitled: A season 4 Upside-down finale battle AU where Steve and Eddie fight side by side with the help of Robin and Nancy by @metalhoops. (Eddie x Steve)

Untitled: How dating Steve Harrington changed Eddie Munson? by @metalhoops (Eddie x Steve)

Other fandoms or original works

Gotta Catch 'Em All (Pokémon, Bas Guys, Etc.): a sweet IronDad trying to be a good parent to Peter. By @lemonlillybee on AO3 (Tony Stark, Peter Parker)

Necromancer EMT: Annabelle has trouble getting recertified… 😆 by @ofgeography (No pairing)

Tumblr’s lore: the love story of Todd and Annette by a collective based on a prompt by @writing-prompt-s (funny enough, no pairing - except maybe Annette x Charles)

[aylacavebear]

Thank you for the tag @foxyjwls007

Favorite color: Purple, followed by Blue and Black.

Last Song: FNAF KIDS because my daughter is sharing something she loves with me.

Currently reading: Too many fanfics, lol. I'm Not Your F*cking Maid & He's a Winchester by @whimsyfinny Everything on @artyandink Dean Master List And The Prophecy Series by @yet-another-deanw-girl

Currently watching: SPN and currently on season 6

Currently craving: Steak, lol

Coffee or tea?: Coffee, at least half a pot every morning.

A hobby you would like to try: Delving into more construction/remodeling projects and learning new things.

AU you're working on/Thought of: Currently working on Soulmates? Yeah, right, pft. Once that one is finished, though, I have several that I would like to get out to my readers: An Omegaverse one called Bloodlines & Fate. One called What's the Opposite of Healing, where it's Castiel x OC reader/you. And probably 3 others that are teased on my master list, lol.

No pressure tags: @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior @roseblue373 @luci-in-trenchcoats (because I really wanna know if The Dark Lord is gonna be a series, lol. I'm hooked.)

And, of course, anyone else that wants to join in on this. I don't always know who to tag that might be interested in these. So, feel free to jump on here and add to this. :) <3

Get to know me tag game

Saw this post and wanted to give it a shot

Favorite color: purple

Last song: I'll Get Over You - Jillian Cardarelli, Vince Gill

Currently reading: Midnight Sun by Stephenie Meyer

Currently watching: I need to finish up season 1 of Tracker - I stalled out mid-way when I heard they changed showrunners for the next season (please don't let it go the same way Big Sky did, please 🙏) but I have two Russell and a few Colter WIP's to finish up so I'm probaby going to jump back in now that I finally finished up OITNB

Currently craving: coffee

Coffee or tea? oh, look at that! coffee in the mornings, tea in the afternoons (sometimes lattes)

A hobby you would like to try: random but making gifs, I would learn to love how to do that

An AU You're Working On/Thought Of: welllll it's more of a headcanon project I guess for a few different characters, I'm still tweaking the format though and trying to figure it out

No pressure tagging: @angelbabyyy99 @deansbbyx @theglenaissance @deans-spinster-witch @winchestergirl2 and whoever wants to jump in

[totallynotashieldagent]

I Have Time

Masterlist 

You sat in the waiting room of a hospital and your heart was drumming in your chest so furiously that it was astonishing your ribs were intact still. Your younger brother had been in a car crash and the doctors had told you straight off that they would do everything they could but their eyes weren't hopeful. You were never a religious person, never had time for that sort of thing and especially since your parents passing, your sole focus was to study and work so you could provide for your little brother. However, at this moment, everything was kinda hanging in the balance. 

You still couldn't understand how you hadn't been touched. He was right next to you but the car hit him and his hand was ripped away from yours.

Please, save him, please, he's the only family I have, You kept praying as tears streamed down your face, I'll do anything, please, if anyone's listening, please, save him.

You were desperate for a miracle. 

"Is this seat taken, love?" A man with a Scottish accent asked and you looked up with bloodshot eyes

"No," You let out a shaky breath and he sat down next to you 

You felt that it was odd because the waiting room was empty yet he chose to sit next to you. He had a soft smile on his lips and he wore a black suit with a dark coat on top of it all as well.

"I heard you, you know," He nudged your shoulder, "Name's Crowley," 

"Heard me?" You were confused as to what he meant