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[pascalpvnk]

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first few dates

pairing: no outbreak!joel miller x f!afab!reader

summary: a late night grocery trip isn’t usually that exciting, unless you crush a carton of eggs on the cutest man in the store…

word count: 4.3k

warnings: 18+ MDNI, strangers to lovers, swearing, location and ages not specified (imo joel is in his 30s renaissance era), no mention of sarah, sex on first date, insecurity, food & alcohol consumption, reader makes chicken alfredo (so sorry to my restrictive diet baddies, it’s one of the only things I can cook 😞), smut x2 (dubcon due to alcohol consumption but consensual, truck sex, fingering, dirty talk, size kink if you squint, handsy joel, unprotected p in v sex, cream pie)/(reader wears lingerie and a dress, body worship, oral (f receiving), one spank, thigh and butt biting & marks, joel “claiming” reader, allusions to more sex after scene), no use of y/n, half self beta’d, half by @mrsswilliams (thank you pookie ily)

a/n: this is a very self indulgent piece so take it with a grain of salt. don’t perceive the date part please 😭. i hope you enjoy! dividers by @saradika-graphics

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Fluorescent lights beat against your corneas in the somewhat vacant corner shop. The occasional scanner beep sounded from across the store. You scoured the aisles, ticking off items from your list left and right. The time was flying as your cart piled up and you made record time while shopping.

You picked up a half dozen eggs, opening them to make sure none of them were broken or cracked. Upon the first look, they seemed perfectly fine. You inspected each one individually as you made your way back to your cart. 

You weren’t expecting him at all when you ventured out into the night for a procrastinated grocery trip.

“Oh my god,” you exclaimed as you bumped into something solid, causing clattering chaos. “Shit, shit, I’m so sorry.”

You looked up at what, or rather who, you bumped into. You were met with a shocked man, his puppy brown eyes melting the thick ice protecting your heart. His hand was light on your forearm, steadying yours and his balance. He wasn’t quite able to stop himself from knocking over a bin of DVDs on display.

Your eyes landed on the huge egg yolk stain on his shirt, the eggs that missed splattered on the ground. Of course he was wearing a light colored shirt, just your luck.

Regret showered over you. Not only did you disturb this beautiful stranger, you left a giant stain on his once clean shirt and knocked over a display all over the place.

“You a’right?” He simply asked, knocking the breath out of your lungs with two words. The deep timbre and twang of his voice sent your head in a spiral.

“I’m fine, I’m so sorry,” you repeated, picking up the mess of movies you made. “I should’ve been paying attention.”

“S’alright, accidents happen,” he chuckled, helping you with said mess. Fuck, his eyes were pretty. The corners crinkled with his laughter and the deep chocolate hue his irises held. Everything about him looked so good. And he was unconditionally kind?

You couldn’t feel more embarrassed.

Once everything was picked up and replaced as it was before, he offered you another friendly smile as well as his hand.

“Joel,” he grinned, his hand enveloping yours in a warm handshake. You offered the same sentiment of your name, holding onto his hand for a little too long.

“Well Joel, once again I’m very sorry. I wish I could make it up to you…I kinda ruined your shirt,” you fully cringed at the mess on his light colored Henley…which accentuated his muscles deliciously…but that wasn’t the point.

“I have plenty of stained shirts, darlin’, no need to sweat it. But hey, maybe you could buy me a beer sometime,” he suggested, a bashful expression on his face. A blush bloomed across the apples of his cheeks and on his neck before disappearing down his collar.

Eyes. He can see where your eyes are staring, you reminded yourself.

“Absolutely,” you smiled softly. You swear you saw a twinkle in his eye as his face lit up. “I can’t tonight…but I can give you my number and we can figure something out.”

After exchanging numbers, you parted ways from Joel with a stupid grin on your face. You turned back for a moment to see him, catching his gaze as he was doing the same.

Fuck the dating apps, fuck the set ups. This was your moment, and you were going to take it by the reins and ride off into the sunset.

You almost talked yourself out of it. The day after you bumped into and made a fool of yourself to Joel, he texted you and asked to make plans for Friday. He initiated it. It was so refreshing to be asked out instead of doing the asking for once.

You arrived about ten minutes early, scoping out the pub from your car. It was only seven o’clock, but the sky was pitch black, a couple stars illuminating through the atmosphere. Clouds rolled across the sky, an impending snow storm creeping over you.

A small pickup rolled across the parking lot, stopping in a spot away from the entrance. Right on time. His mop of dark curls appeared first, then his broad shoulders which were impossibly broader with his winter coat. The sound of your car door closing had his head whipping around, a goofy smile plastered on his lips as he made his way over to you with his hands in his pockets. 

“Evenin’,” the southern man grinned. “Hope you weren’t waitin’ here too long.”

Joel greeted you with a welcoming hug, warmth radiating from him even through the bitter cold of the evening. His skin emanated a freshly showered scent, accentuated by the woody aroma of his cologne. It wasn’t overpowering or headache inducing, just perfect. 

He led you two inside the bar with a timid hand on the small of your back and a lopsided grin. Was he nervous too?

“Hey, Miller!” The bartender announced happily as you stepped into the inviting environment. The man caught your eye and gave a small wave, welcoming you two into his tavern.

“How’s it going, Rob?” Joel beamed. “We’re gon’ do two beers. My usual and….”

“I’ll do a Blue Moon,” you stated, smiling politely at the bartender. 

You turned towards the card reader, but Joel slipped his card to Rob to start a tab before you even had a chance to reach for yours.

“Hey!” You laughed, swatting his arm playfully. “It was supposed to be on me for ruining your shirt.”

“Sorry, darlin’. I can’t let a beautiful lady pay on a first date,” he crooned, removing his debit card as it prompted him. “That is…if this is a date.”

Oh that cheeky bastard.

“Yes,” you smiled bashfully, thanking the bartender as he passed over your beverages.

Joel led you to a booth towards the back of the bar and took a seat across from you. It was very evident that both of you were nervous. 

“So,” he started, trailing off of the word and tapping his fingers on the table. God, small talk is the worst.

“I gotta admit, it’s been a while since I’ve gone out so I’m a little rusty,” Joel chuckled, taking a sip from his glass. 

“S’okay, we can figure it out together, huh?” You offered a sweet smile, wanting to break the tension. “Hmm…what’s your favorite movie, and do you think you could star in it?”

Joel huffed a chuckle, tilting his head in thought. 

“Curtis and Viper 2,” he smiled. “But I probably couldn’t star in it. M’not badass like those guys. My only skills are hammerin’ ‘n drinkin’.”

“Aw come on, don’t sell yourself short,” you chuckled. “What do you like to do besides hammering and drinking?”

A couple rounds later, you and Joel were giggling with one another and bumping your shoes under the table. You felt like a bubbly teen again with him, he was already bringing out the best in you. But along with feeling like a bubbly teenager, you also felt like a horny teenager.

His hands were the main culprit, engulfing his beer bottle like it was a baby bottle. His thick digits tapped the table, scratched his beard, mussed up his hair. After the third drink, you couldn’t even pretend you weren’t staring.

“Where’d ya go, hm?” He spoke softly, his amber eyes twinkling under the lowlight above the booth. His skin was flushed from the alcohol. 

“Sorry,” you snickered, looking out the window. “Do you wanna get out of here? It just started snowing.”

Joel turned toward the window, watching the flakes fall from the sky for a moment. He sighed slightly, but you didn’t miss it. You didn’t want this to end either.

He collected the empty bottles and brought them to the bar and closed out, leaving a few bills in the tip jar. The staff waved you both goodnight as Joel slipped your coat back over your shoulders. 

Snowflakes fluttered from the sky, the beginnings of frost coating the vehicles. Your hand was stolen from your side, fingers interlocking with Joel’s as he walked you through the lot.

“You okay to drive?” Concerned laced his brows. You could write an essay about how much of a gentleman he had been. 

“Yeah…but I don’t wanna go yet,” you admitted coyly, stepping in front of him and grabbing his other hand as well. A smirk grew across his lips as you dragged him past your car.

“Where d’ya wanna go, darlin’?”

“Anywhere…or nowhere. As long as you’re there.”

A glint of mischief shined in his eyes as you approached his truck. He slid his hands in your back pockets and pulled you closer to him. 

“Sounds like a bargain to me, baby,” he bit his bottom lip, a smirk playing across it as his cheeks flushed a rosy hue. The fresh snow in his hair created a pretty halo effect, making him look even more beautiful than before. 

Your lips locked in what had started as a gentle, warm kiss that quickly turned passionate and hot. Sparks were flying and teeth were clashing. Joel had you pinned to his truck with his thigh slotted between your legs, hands making themselves at home as he explored over your clothes. A groan emitted from his chest as your hips ground down on his leg and fingers tangled in his curly locks. 

He reluctantly peeled his lips and hands away to dig his keys out of his front pocket. Your lips landed on his neck as he fumbled with his key trying to get it in the lock. Once he succeeded, he opened the driver’s door and folded his seat forward. Before you knew it, you were in his cramped backseat with him as he made quick work of all of the layers you were wearing.

Clothes were thrown anywhere away from you, lips attacking one another hungrily until you were both stripped of everything but your undergarments. His big, rough hands palmed against you, your tits, waist, hips, ass, thighs, anywhere his heart, or rather his cock, desired.

“Fuck wait,” he panted, putting his slightly trembling hands on either side of your face to catch your attention. Your wide, doe eyed expression caused his cock to twitch against your covered cunt. “I don’t have a condom, we-”

“I don’t care,” you sighed, pushing past his barrier to kiss him once more. “I need you.”

A curse and the lord’s name in vain slipped through his swollen pout. He adjusted himself under you as he sat with his back to the door and his legs spread down the expanse of the backseat.

“Wan’ these pretty tits in my mouth while you ride me, pretty girl,” he grumbled, kneading your ass under his giant palms. A pathetic whine escaped you as he used it as leverage to grind your pussy over his lap, your arousal seeping through your panties and spreading over the fabric of his boxers. His hand wrapped under your ass and slipped under your cotton underwear before sliding easily through your soaked folds to your clit. The calluses on his fingertips created a titillating friction.

“So fucking wet for me, darlin’,” he slurred. “Pussy’s begging to be filled, hm? Sure you can take it, beautiful?”

You nodded frantically as your hot breath fanned over his face. The window behind Joel’s head began to fog over as you panted near the glass. 

Hooking his fingers around the fabric, Joel pulled your panties to the side. The winter air pierced your skin, drawing your attention to how much arousal was dripping from you. No man had pulled that much from you, let alone before he even touched your pussy. 

His pointer finger prodded at your entrance as your body slowly welcomed him in. In comparison to your fingers, his were much larger and thicker, slowly stretching you out with each pump.

“Christ, you’re so tight ‘round my fingers, baby. Gonna feel so good on my cock,” he rasped as he added a second finger to the mix. You were tumbling towards your high the moment his thumb found your clit, a string of profanities and ‘pleases’ pouring from you between moans.

“C’mon, come for me,” he grunted. “Take whatcha want.”

His other hand unclipped your bra quickly before he palmed your breast and pinched your peaked nipple between his fingertips. Your head fell back with pleasure, the crown of it brushing against the roof of his truck. Moans and whines poured from you as he worked you over the edge expertly, like he’d known you for years. 

Folding forwards, your sweat slick forehead landed on the cool window beside his head. Your pussy clenched around his fingers, pulling them in deeper as your orgasm convulsed your body.

“Yeah, you fuckin’ love that,” he grumbled into your ear, extending your pleasure with his voice alone. “I’m not done with ya, gorgeous.”

He made quick work of his briefs, exposing his thick shaft. You couldn’t help but gawk at it as you sat against his thighs, resting it on your stomach. It reached up past your belly button. It certainly was proportionate to the rest of him, simply big.

“Still think you can take it, sweet thing?” He purred, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “We can stop.”

Your hand wrapped around his length, pumping it slowly and spreading his precum over the tip.

“I wanna try,” you whispered, resting your forehead against his. His uneven breaths hit your face, Joel encouraging you to continue with a nod. 

“You’re so perfect,” he mumbled, tilting his head up and bumping his nose against yours. His lips met your parted pair with a content hum as you continued stroking him languidly.

“Spit on my cock, baby. Get it nice and ready for you,” he mused, pushing his thumb into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue. Saliva pooled to the front of your mouth. You pursed your lips and let it fall right onto the tip, spreading it down with your palm. His head fell back, thunking the window slightly with a ‘fuck me’.

He placed his right hand on your hip, the other gripping the base of his throbbing length. The exchange should’ve been awkward in the cramped space, but it felt perfect as he swiped the tip through your slick folds. It nudged your entrance, breaching the hole slowly as he let you take the lead. He supported your shaking legs solely with his arm strength, allowing you to ease down slowly. The stretch was a mix of pain and pleasure, enough for you to see stars.

“God, baby,” he panted, snapping you back to reality. “Takin’ my cock so well. Feels so good ‘round me.”

You finally were able to get fully settled down on his lap. His hands roamed once more, setting your skin ablaze as his palms skated on their path. The sensation caused your cunt to flutter around him, squeezing him tight. A groan escaped his throat into your collarbone.

“Can’t fuck you properly if you do that. Gon’ come like a damn teenager,” he huffed with a smile. He kissed you feverishly, gripping your ass as leverage so he could guide you. He pushed and pulled your body against his, back and forth, back and forth. 

Your hands found purchase on his chest, hairs sparsely scattered on the taut skin. You dragged them down his torso with your nails delicately scraping him.

“Christ,” he hummed against your mouth. “Where’ve you been my whole life? So fuckin’ pretty…perfect f’me.”

He shifted the two of you further into the seat, granting you more room to lean down on him. Your hips rose and fell steadily against his, the drag of his heavy cock stimulating spots you didn’t know you had. Each time he bottomed out in you, your clit ground against the patch of curls right on his pubic bone. It was a beautiful dance, as if you’d been lovers in a previous life. His body melded so perfectly with yours, meeting your hips perfectly, holding you perfectly, touching and kissing you oh so perfectly. 

“Lean forward, baby,” Joel panted as he wedged his hands under your thighs. He almost slipped from the warmth of your pussy, but he stopped you right where he wanted you. You buried your face into his shoulder as he buried into your chest, flicking his tongue against the peaked bud of your nipple.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, letting his lips wrap around the sensitive flesh.

Joel’s thighs tensed as he planted his feet firmly on the seat. His hips pushed up into yours carefully, your hot breath directly fogging the window. Your back arched, head hitting the ceiling and chest right in Joel’s face. His tongue poked out to wet his lips, his jet black irises staring straight at your tits.

Your hand shot up to the window to steady yourself as the speed of his thrusts doubled. What a triple threat he was, pistoning his cock into you, abusing your nipples with his mouth and massaging your clit all at once. The sound of slapping skin and wanton moans filled the rocking truck. You didn’t care if anyone could see or hear, you could only physically care about the man underneath you.

“Joel, m’gonna-” you gasped, his routine faltering as you clenched down on him.

“Fuck, yeah I know, baby. I feel her beggin’. Wan’ you to make a mess f’me,” he hissed between clenched teeth as you whined over him.

Moans were caught in the back of your throat, legs locking up and jaw dropping. With one, two, three more thrusts, your body froze. The only movement came from your fluttering cunt. Bliss completely took over your being as you collapsed against Joel, thighs twitching as you finally found your breath once more.

When you came to your senses, more warmth filled you as Joel came to his. His desperate moans made way to your ears, a breathtaking melody you’d commit crimes to hear again and again.

And you did, without the criminal streak of course.

Each of your following dates ended tangled together, covered in a combination of your own sweat and cum and his own. You were insatiable with this man, as he was with you, christening both his house and your apartment, any surface imaginable.

Around your sixth date, you had something up your sleeve. You had invited him over for a home cooked meal. A silk wrap dress adorned your figure, concealing the prettiest lingerie set you could find while shopping, coincidentally in his favorite color. 

“Hi, baby,” you greeted Joel cheerily as you opened the door. Snowflakes were sprinkled across his shoulders and in his hair. Your arms wrapped up and around his neck, pulling him in for a quick, yet passionate kiss. A couple of snow crystals from his mustache melted against your lips, the cold sensation contrasting greatly from his warm skin.

His face lingered near yours, eyes still closed as he took in the aromas of your apartment. You smelled of a rich, warm vanilla, your living room had an aroma of lavender from your candles, and to top it off, the food you were cooking smelled incredible. You swore you could hear his stomach growling. 

“You look so beautiful, darlin’,” he drawled. “Y’smell good too.”

He slid off his jacket, hanging it up on your coat rack. He toed his shoes off on the mat to keep from tracking snow throughout your apartment. All the while his eyes devoured you shamelessly, even after you turned away to return to your kitchen.

“Whatcha cookin’, baby? Smells amazing,” he hummed.

“Chicken alfredo,” you smiled at him, stirring the sauce as the pasta cooked in the boiling water. You picked up some of the water in a ladle and added it to the creamy goodness in your saucepan before straining the noodles.

“Wanted to keep it simple, can’t go wrong with a classic, hm?” You returned the al dente fettuccine back into the pot, removing it from the burner and turning it off. 

Joel’s thick arms wrapped around your middle as he fit himself behind you. He slotted his head on your shoulder, peppering soft kisses along your exposed neck. His hips pressed against you, his half hard length trapped between you both.

“Are you hard?” You giggled, only seeing his dark tuffs of curls in your peripheral. You knew that you looked good but you had barely touched the man for Christ’s sake. 

“Can’t help it,” he mumbled against your supple skin, deeply inhaling your scent. “Smell jus’ like candy, baby. Need a taste.”

“Joel, what are you-” you’re cut off by the warmth of his hands on your thighs, dragging up your skin, skimming over your garter belt, and taking the skirt of your dress with them. His presence next to you dissipated as he sank to his knees.

“Keep doing your thing, I’ll do mine,” he hummed, sucking in a sharp breath through closed teeth as he took in the lace adorning the swell of your ass. His breath was hot on your rear as his fingers ghosted over your panties, putting light pressure against your clothed clit.

“Joel-” you gasped in pleasure, his ministrations drawing a whine from you. “I can’t cook like this.”

He chuckled at your response to his actions and peeked his head out from under your dress to look you in your eyes, his fingers caressing and skimming over your soft skin. 

“But you like it?” he asked, his voice husking and his eyes full of desire as he looked you over. “You like to know just how much I want you?”

He let his eyes slowly drift up to your face, gazing at you with an air of hunger and excitement as you nodded silently. He was going to be the death of you. 

“You’re so perfect, baby,” he cooed, disappearing once more, planting wet kisses on your ass and sucking your flesh gently as he teased your entrance with his rough middle fingertip. Your grip on the counter surrounding your stove tightened significantly as your head tipped back with pleasure.

His fingers found their way under your panties, hooking into them and pulling them away from your glistening cunt. He dragged his knuckles through your folds a few strokes, stopping at your bundle of nerves to apply just the perfect amount of pressure.

A gasp was caught in your throat, morphing into a strangled moan as he rubbed your pussy and sucked his marks into your skin. 

“Joel-” 

Your impending complaint was cut off with a firm smack to your cheek. He groaned at the rippling flesh, his tongue diving into your slit.

“You gon’ keep complainin’? I can stop,” he muttered, licking against your swollen clit and sucking it between his lips. The only response coming from you were moans and sighs, the sound going straight to Joel’s cock as he continued to lap at your cunt.

“Fuck,” you cried. “Please don’t stop, I need it.”

Joel gripped onto the flesh of your thighs hard enough to leave bruises for the next few days to come. Your back arched, pushing yourself against his face harder. His groans vibrated against your pussy, adding to the multitude of sensations he was giving you. 

The swirling pattern between your lips felt different, felt new, felt so fucking good. 

“Fuck, just like that,” you sighed, gripping your fingers into his curls to anchor him where he belonged. “God don’t stop whatever you’re doing.”

“I’m just claiming what’s mine,” he grumbled as he continued. A moan escaped you in response as you focused on his tongue lapping at your cunt, licking the same pattern over and over again.

J-O-E-L

“Holy shit,” you panted as his tongue dove into your weeping hole, collecting your arousal before continuing his pattern. “Are you spelling your name?”

“Like I said, darlin’, claimin’ what’s mine,” a growl rumbled in his chest as he went right back to work. His palms laid flush against your ass, squeezing your flesh and stretching it up to get a better view and angle of your pussy. The coil in your stomach wound tighter and tighter as he alternated between licking and sucking, squeezing and fucking his first two fingers into your heat.

“I’m s’close, please please plea-” you whined, pushing your ass back onto his face as you chased your high.

Joel’s pace was relentless as he curled his fingers into your g-spot, massaging the spongy tissue precisely while sucking your clit between his tongue. The awaiting release almost sent you forward into the hot burner, but you were just able to catch yourself on the cool edge of the stove. Your body trembled as he worked you through the intense climax, lapping your cum as it seeped from you with a content groan.

“You did s’good for me, baby,” he cooed as he rose from his knees. His beard was shining with your arousal, damn near dripping down his chin. He took your face in his palms and kissed you roughly, making sure your tongue was completely coated with your spend.

The stovetop timer blared, signaling that the chicken was ready to be taken out. Joel reached past you blindly to stop the pestering noise. 

“Dinner can wait,” he panted between kisses, drawing a guttural groan from you as he pulled your bottom lip back between his teeth. His hand traveled south to your neck, not applying pressure.

“But Joel,” you whined, thinking about the time you just spent preparing the meal. You had to admit, he was making it incredibly difficult to even care. “It’s gonna be cold.”

“But nothin’,” he spat, pulling at the tie of your dress and watching it spill open. His thumb creeped up to pull on your chin, forcing your mouth open to him. “You have a microwave for a reason. I have something else to eat in the meantime.”

His eyes ran hungrily over your lingerie. The dark blue and white set contrasted beautifully from your skin, making his cock constrict further against his jeans. He quickly turned off the oven, the burners and took the chicken out before gripping your hand.

He had no problem finding your bedroom. Joel went to sleep full and satisfied that night as did you. 

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[amanda-teaches]

Thank you all so much for all of your love for Chilly Night Hunts. I’m so glad you enjoyed this fic as much as I loved writing it. I, of course, want to thank my love @because-imma-lady-assface for the lovely Fall drabble prompt that led to this fic, but I especially want to thank all my friends and followers who reblogged this one and left such amazing feedback. I wanted to take some time to say thank you to each of you and reply to that feedback under the cut. For anyone else who hasn’t had the chance to read this story and wants to take a look...

                                          Chilly Night Hunts

@dolphincliffs said:

So fluffy & cute!!

Thank you, Shelly!!! Between this and your ask, I feel so loved!!!

@wi-deangirl77 said:

Yes. All the yes. That is, in my opinion, the BEST and ONLY way to get warm😁 

I 100% agree. 10/10 the best way to get warm is the Dean way, lol. Thanks, sweets!

 @katymacsupernatural said:

This is so cute!! Such a perfect way to start the the 1st day of October!

Thanks, Katy! I’m a huge fan of fall and couldn’t let October pass without some cute Dean fluff

@cemmia said:

Aww so sweet

Thanks! It’s sweet like Dean. :)

@clarinette07 said:

Absolutely loved this! Especially the ending. Fluff-tastic 🤗

Okay, Fluff-tastic is officially my new favorite word. Thank you! I loved that ending too.

@karikatz12481 said:

And this little jem is why I love fluff ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Me too. Writing stuff like this just reminds me why fluff is my favorite. Thank you for the love. <3

@shy-violet-soul said:

I love this!!!

Thank you SO much! I really love it too.

@angreadsficsandauthors said:

ADORABLE!!!

Thanks, Ang!! I thought so too. LOVE YOU!

@maddiepants said:

My God this was so realistic. From Dean’s grumpy protective nature to the readers snappy come backs.. I absolutely loved this

I’m so glad you thought it was realistic! I really tried to make it seem like Dean, you know? Plus, I gotta put in the snappy sarcasm, haha.

@babypieandwhiskey said:

Love this! So cute! My heart is all toasty warm now.

My heart too, but Dean will do that to us all the time, huh? ;) Thanks, babe!

@there-must-be-a-lock said:

Yaaaaaaaaas to all the fall fluff! I haven’t been reading lately, really, but I’m glad I made an exception for this.

I’m so glad you made an exception! Your fluff is some of my favorite fluff in the world, so it means a lot you liked mine. <3

@ohmychuckitssamanddean said:

This is so flipping adorable. Gah! ❤️

Ahh, thank you! I love adorable and I’m glad you loved it too!!!

@deans-dirty-writer said:

OMGS Amanda!!! 🔥💖💖💖

Fire emojis are always good! OMGS is the best kind of reaction. Thanks, love!

@dean-winchesters-bacon said:

Love it! I am so ready for fall and it cannot come fast enough!

Girl, sameeeee. Just writing this gave me all the fall fever! Plus, the Dean fever, lol. I’m so glad you liked it!

[percywinchester27]

Guys!

I admit that most days I suck, suck,SUCK with expressing my gratitude.... either because I don’t have the right words always or because I can’t queue all the reply posts in time till the new chapter comes out, but guys, you blow my mind with all the love. Your words mean so much more than I can possibly explain. If you know me, you’ll know that I am not kidding when I say it makes me tear up seeing all the love that “Unconventional Roommates” gets.

Thank you to all you guys who liked and reblogged the post!! It means so much to me, really. You are awesome!

Special thanks to people who replied to the post and let me know what you really think. I have memorized each word, trust me!!

@reagangeary  @caeruli  @babykalika2001  @roonyxx  @shellydemon  @shutupiminlooove  @pecanpiefedoras  @death-unbecomes-you  @hunterwearingplaid @imascio08  @ceisbill  @stormisamystery  @cemmia  @savanna1899  

And then There’s YOU guys who REBLOGGED WITH COMMENTS!! Like, I can’t fathom your love but I am basking in it. Thank you for liking my work to share it with your followers. I am beyond humbled, honestly!!

@yoursmilemakesmeloveyou  @ericaprice2008  @heavymetalhauswife  @sdavid09  @thereisnolumos  @anatheweirdo  @sandlee44  @emilymorgan1994  @atc74  @the-is13  @mrswhozeewhatsis  @sev3nruby  @squirrelnotsam   @carryonmyswansong  @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba  @plaidstiel-wormstache  @lookwhatyoumademequeue  @freekryptonitecloud  @moonlitskinwalker

 I LOVE Y’ALL SO MUCH!!!

xoxoxoxo�� <3

[wickednerdery]

When the man emerges into the clearing I could almost laugh...he’s a boy, not a beast. Angular face to match the body that thins out away from the shadows. He hands a gun over to Bear to be examined. Bear hands it to me and I promptly aim it at him.


“Weasel,” Bear points to the other man, then himself. “Bear.” He looks past the barrel to me with a questioning expression.

I pull the trigger and there’s a hollow click. Of course there’s just a click, how stupid to think it was still loaded. Weasel gives an awkward smile, Bear merely sighs and takes the gun back.

“Name.” He orders.

“Negan,” I reply stubbornly.

Both men snicker, the leader questions.  “Negan?”

“Bear?” I sneer back. A terrible, deep, growl rumbles out of him and I take half-a-step back, but refuse to give in.  “I am Negan.”

“Leaf,” he points at me, shows faint amusement when my face screws up in utter confusion. “No roots, moves with wind.”

I just sigh.  “Fuck you.”

“Mind fuck,” he states in clear reference to earlier in our conversation, then points to a carving in the handle of the gun.  It’s of Negan’s bat…it’s the gun he’d taken back from Alexandria, the one he still had when he abandoned me.

“…Did you kill him?”

He look to Weasel, who shakes his head, then shakes his as well before again pointing to the carving.

“What?  You wanna know about Lucille?”

“Lucille?”

“Yes, Lucille!  He picked a fucking piece of shit bat wrapped in fucking bared wire named fucking Lucille over me!  Happy?!”

Bear slipped the gun in his own pants.  “Mistake.”

“What is?”  I’m ignored as he signals to Weasel so crudely even I can follow without trouble.  “I don’t need babysitting.”

Bear simply nods before leaving me with Weasel, who sweeps a hand towards the innards of the cave.  My eyes flick to watch Bear practically become his namesake as he slips back into the woods before pulling Fox’s gifted hide tighter to my chest and cautiously stepping deeper into the cave with breath held.  I make glances back at Weasel, around at others settling in the cave, fearing the unknown above any possible attack.

Yes, it’s been forever since I’ve updated this (or anything else), but better late than never, right??  So this takes place directly after the last piece and introduces another member of Bear’s tribe, Weasel.  You’ll learn more about him as we go, but his faceclaim is Bill Skarsgård.  And, yes, Bear totally just named “Lorien” leaf and for many reasons beyond the one he states to her...just like there are many reasons he asked her about the Lucille carving on the gun, haha! 😉

Tagging: @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash, @strangersangel9, @dusty-cookie, @dwaynii @kthnxbyeeeee @cemmia @crzcorgi @negans-network @ericuhlorain @imfuckin-gcrazy @angelfuzzy2 @thewalkingdeadfanatic @browneyesandbadjokes @vizhi0n @smuttwd @superwholoki @stone-met @trashforwinchesters @scarygoodfanfics @negansfavoritegirl @toxic-ink @sillywiseone @wadeyourebarelyalive @jane-alca @despoinak27 @zoesmama2024 @cass-xxo @purplejellybean @deez666  @manic-mamma @absentguile @magpiegirl80 @andherlifeis @nracha @lynnliciousadnan  @xomissivon @suileidead @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers @backseat-negan @karaokke @reneeisnotsane  @ugh-yuck-gross @jeffrcy  @collette04

…If anyone else wants on the tag list just lemme know.  I’ll also tag this for Negan’s Thirst Squad (because Negan’s a big part of this overall). 😄

(Both gifs found via Google, too the best of my recollection given I’ve had them on file for so long, haha!)

Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 , Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9,  Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30  Part 31 Part 32 Part 33 Part 34 Part 35 Part 36 Part 37 Part 38 …Or go to the Masterlist, lol!

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Ooops. Sorry about the melting heart but thank you for reading and liking this. <3

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This was just…. BEAUTIFUL. Wonderfully written, and the feelings you inspire are so strong. I loved every minute of it

Thank you so, so much. I’m trying to make emotions tangible in my writing so I’m glad to know you think this is the case <3

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Thank you so much, love. You’re wonderful, too.

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Perfect? My fic? You are too good to me, thank you so much for reading!

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This was beautiful. I got lost in it.

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This was SO FREAKING BEAUTIFUL. My favorite line: and it’s not too long before he thanks God Sam’s out for the night and takes her to the couch, mumbling are you sures and Jesus, you’re perfects into her skin. 😍❤️😆

That’s one of my favorite lines (and I love it when people tell me their favorite lines). Thank you so much for all your love and support, darling, you’re the best.

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[foreverwayward]

“Wayward Hearts” Season 3: The Road So Far

CLICK HERE BEFORE YOU READ ON :D

Ready? Here we go! KEEP READING!

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Dean: “All you gotta do is bring Riley back. And give me ten years–ten years, and then you come for me.”

Crossroad Demon: “I’ll give you one year, and one year only. But, here’s the thing, if you try and welch or weasel your way out, then the deal is off. Riley drops dead. What do you say?”

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Riley: “Did you sell–did you sell your soul for me? Like my dad did?”

Dean: “No, of course not.”

Sam: “Dean...”

Riley: “No! Tell me the truth! ...how long?” 

Dean: “Sweetheart…”

Riley: “How long?!”

Dean: “…one year, I got one year.”

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Ruby: “There’s a big new up and comer–-real pied piper. Her name is Lilith. And she really, really wants Sam’s intestines on a stick. ‘Cause she sees him as competition. I know she’s just as desperate, if not more so, to get her hands on Riley.”

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Richard: “I know about Dean’s deal. The demon that holds it–she holds mine too. She said she holds every deal.”

Riley: “Who’s she?”

Richard: “Her name’s Lilith.”

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Ruby: “Yellow-Eyes had some pretty big plans for you, both."

Sam: “That stuff’s not happening for me anymore.”

Ruby: “The demon’s dead. It doesn’t change the fact that you’re special…in that Anthony Michael Hall E.S.P. visions kind of way. And word on the street is Riley’s still got some juice in her.”

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Dean: “There’s no way of saving me from the pit, is there?”

Ruby: “…no.”

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Dean: “I don’t wanna go to Hell.”

Sam: “Alright. We’ll find a way to save you.”

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Dream Dean: “You’re gonna die! And this? 

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Ready to join the hunt? Check out the series rewrite MASTERLIST for “Wayward Hearts”.

S3 Ch12 No Rest for the Wicked Part 1

Let me know if you liked this concept. If so, I’ll make one for every season finale from now on. :D

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Amanda’s 1 year blogiversary!

Today, January 30th, 2018 is my 1 year BLOGIVERSARY!

As many others have said before me, and will probably continue to say after me, when I started this blog, I had no idea what I was getting into. I thought I would just read some fanfiction and maybe join in a few discussions about my love, Dean Winchester, but that was all. Boyyyyy, was I wrong. 

1 year later, I have over 1,000 followers, dozens of fics on my masterlist, and so many, many treasured friends. I never dreamed I would have any of it, but I am eternally grateful that I do. This website has enriched my life in countless ways, and that’s thanks to all of you. 

So, to celebrate you and this combined milestone of my blogiversary and hitting 1k, I am doing a 3 PART CELEBRATION that will start today and carry on through February 15th, the one year anniversary of my first fic!

To spread the love I have gotten back to my 1,000 followers, I will be doing BLOG RATES (between now and Februrary 6th).

To reward my readers for following and loving my writing, I will be doing SHIPS (between February 7th and 15th).

And, to spend time with my beloved friends (and hopefully make some new ones!), I will be doing a SKYPE CHAT (tentatively scheduled for Friday February 9th).

Details on each of these events will be rolling out over the next two weeks, so keep an eye out for those posts! Now, in the meantime, I would like to start off this 1 year celebration with a bang: by spreading some love to the friends who’ve helped me along the way. 

Sidenote: Y’all should follow pretty much everyone below this cut, because they’re all 15/10 amazing:

@babypieandwhiskey​- Cam, Cam, Cam. I don’t even know where to start with this girl. She is a top-notch writer and an even better friend. She gives me so much unconditional love and support, never expecting anything back in return, even though she deserves it all. She’s one of my best friends on here, and I’m so, so grateful for the sexy Dean gifs that brought us together.

@because-imma-lady-assface- Ash is another one of my best friends on here. She is one of the coolest people I have ever met: smart, funny, and crazy supportive. She’s also a fantastic writer, who is probably the best at writing Dean that I know. Oh, and, and I love her to pieces. If you aren’t following her already, you’re crazy.

@castielhasthetardis- Meg’s not very active anymore, but she’s still one of the best Gabriel blogs I know. She’s also one of my closest friends and a great girl to talk to.

@hamartiamacguffin- Mac may not be active on Tumblr anymore, but she’s still my bezzie and one of my biggest support systems, not only on this site but in my life. I love her more than I could ever say and I am so grateful to have her as my bezzie. Y’all should totally follow her and get her back on here!

@hannahindie- Hannah is like, uber talented, but she’s also super sweet and down to earth. She’s a great person to talk to and she’s so incredibly supportive every single day. I love Han.

@idreamofhazel​- Hazel is responsible for giving me so many Sam crisises, it’s not even funny, but I love every second of it. She is such a sweet, genuine person who is also so incredibly talented and I love getting a chance to chat with her!

@impala-dreamer​- Beka was the very first person I followed on this website and literally the entire reason I created this tumblr was to get tagged in her series, Whitlock Manor. She was also the first person to encourage me to write and she has been amazingingly supportive ever since then, which is just one of the many reasons I’m happy we’re friends.

@impandagrl- One of my fellow Pandas, Amanda is such a sweet, genuine person. She is incredibly supportive and funny and just an all around great person to be around.

@itswitchcraft-not-googlemaps​- Steph is one of my absolute best friends. We can spend hours texting and giffing back and forth, and never get tired of each other. I love that we can support each other in both our tumblr and personal lives, and it doesn’t hurt that she’s a pretty awesome beta.

@jpadjackles​- B is a sweet, wonderful, strong, amazing person. One of my favorite Sam!girl friends, B is always fun to chat with and she is so supportive of everyone she meets.

@just-another-winchester- Kayla is one of my newer friends, but she’s also one of my best. I love talking to her about anything and everything and she is so, so incredibly supportive of me. She’s a great friend to have.

@katymacsupernatural​- Katy​ is one of the sweetest people I have ever met. Not only is she ridiculously supportive of everyone on this website, but she is an amazing writer. I wish I was as talented as Katy! I’m so happy to have her as a friend.

@lipstickandwhiskey​- Lips is another one of my writer idols. Her series, Balconies, is literally one of my favorite things ever. It is fantastic, she is fantastic, and I love when we get to chat!

@mrsdeanfuckingwinchester- Deanna was one of my first true friends on this website, the kind of friend that you can tell anything to. I love that I can talk to her about anything and fangirl over Dean all at the same time. I love this girl.

@pinknerdpanda- My name twin! Manda is so sweet and so talented, I love every time I get to talk to her. She is an absolute gem and everyone should have a friend like her.

@roxy-davenport- Lex is awesome! She is one of the best Crowley girls on this website and literally the Queen of Hell, which is the coolest thing. She’s also such a sweetheart and so supportive of everyone.

@seenashwrite​- Nash is not only a witty genius, but she’s also an amazing friend. In fact, her CAH games are actually the reason I met many of the people on this list, so she’s pretty much responsible for my entire social life (that’s only a slight exaggeration). Plus, she’s as hilarious as they get.

@squirrel-moose-winchester- Eileen is literally the sweetest person I have ever met, and that’s coming from a Kindergarten teacher who’s surrounded by sweetness on a daily basis. She is seriously like a Tumblr angel, just going around spreading joy into all of our lives. I’m so glad we’re friends.

@wi-deangirl77- Jess is one of the coolest, most fun people I have ever met! She feeds my Winchester obsession on a daily basis and she is an amazing friend. I love this girl!

Here are some of my other favorites, who I may not get to talk to as much as I would like, but who I still love forever and ever: @niamandthings @withstarryeyes​ @jalove-wecallhimdean​ @deanssweetheart23​ @ilsawasanacrobat​ @myfand0msandm0re​ @lonelyangelstardis​ @escabell​ @abbessolute​ @trexrambling​ @roxyspearing​ @ohmychuckitssamanddean​ @there-must-be-a-lock​ @ericaprice2008​ @babyismyspiritanimal​ @pheonyxstorm​ @atwistoffate​ @masksandtruths​ @carryonmywaywardcaptain​ 

And, finally, to those of you on my tag list: @jarpadandjensenaremyheroes @be-amaziing @mysterious-398 @emoryhemsworth @sweetpeamoose @akshi8278 @sea040561 @its-not-a-tulpa @cemmia @mrswhozeewhatsis @emilymorgan1994 @juanitadiann @samwinlover @imdreamingofhim @growningupgeek @georgialouisea @mariahoedt @dancingalone21 @tinageekandtraveler @smi727 @annoyingpeople-postingthings @mellowlandrunaway Thank you so much for sticking with me, especially those of you who wait so patiently for new parts of Escaping the Island. I know I’m horrible about sticking to any kind of schedule, so the fact that y’all stick with me anyways means the world. 

I love you.

[foreverwayward]

Too excited to wait!

After putting out the season 3 finale of “Wayward Hearts” last night, I was all too eager to start writing “Lazarus Rising”. 

You guys, you have no idea how much shit is about to go on in season 4 and 5. I’m so excited to share this story with you all and to finally give you answers you’ve all been waiting for. 

Eeek! Let it begin!

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“You, Him, and Me Part 2″

Reader, Sam, and Dean

Warnings: angst. ALL THE ANGST.

Word Count: 1616

Summary: Y/N turned out to be the missing piece the Winchesters had always hoped would find them. Bonds have been made and friendships grew to more than they were prepared for. The family quickly became a love triangle consumed by longing and broken hearts. Y/N is Dean’s world. Y/N is Sam’s world. But who is hers?

Click HERE for Part 1

The ticking antique clock of the bunker library echoed softly as Sam and Dean sat drinking their coffee. Their minds were far from the job as they poured over old books of lore. It had been a month since they had last spoken to Y/N; a whole month since she left home.

Sam and Dean had spoken less and less over those several weeks with both of them missing Y/N more with every day. They had kept their feelings to themselves, not wanting to actually talk about what had happened when Y/N left. The brothers were in love with the same woman and there was no changing that. To both of them, she was “the one”.  

Lost in their thoughts, the Winchesters jumped at the loud bang on the metal door. They shared a look, grabbed their guns and made their way up the winding staircase. Ready for whoever, or whatever. was outside, Dean opened the door.

The pouring rain accompanied the loud thunder that rolled in the darkness as a figure stood in the doorway with their head hung. After a minute, the stranger’s head lifted to reveal Y/N’s beaten and bloody face. Sam and Dean nearly gasped in shock.

“Oh, my god…” Sam said softly at the realization.

“Sam...Dean…” Y/N could barely get the words out before she began to collapse. Both Sam and Dean reached out to grab her in time. She was soaked from the storm and had blood on her clothes.

Dean scooped her up and held her close as Sam closed the door. The two met the other’s gaze as they panted in worry; their chests rapidly rising and falling but with no words between them.

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It had been a few hours since Y/N’s return to the bunker. The brothers had gotten her settled into her old room so she could rest. They gently cleaned the blood from her cheeks and lip after tending to the stab wound in her abdomen.

“What the hell happened to her?” Sam asked.

Dean shook his head. “I wish I knew.”

Y/N’s eyes gently fluttered open as a soft groan escaped her throat. The boys had to catch their breaths when they saw her Y/E/C eyes staring back at them. “Hi…” she said weakly. The Winchesters let out sighs of relief as they rushed to sit on either side of the bed.

“Hey, kid,” Dean replied as he brushed her hair away from her face. “You sure know how to make an entrance.”

She chuckled and coughed at the pain it caused in her gut. “Don’t make me laugh.”

Sam smiled as he looked down at her. He thought he remembered how beautiful she was, but realized his memories of her paled in comparison. Even bruised and beaten, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

All Dean could do was stare into her eyes; they felt like home to him. It was like he could breathe again with her back. For the first time in weeks, he smiled as he took one of her hands. “You scared the crap outta us, you know that?”

“I’m sorry. I had nowhere else to go--”

Interrupting her, Sam tried not to seem too eager, “no. We’re glad you did.”

“You gonna tell us what happened?” Dean could barely contain his excitement with her beside him again. He wanted to hold her more than he’d ever wanted anything.

Y/N sighed. “I got my ass handed to me by a ghoul.” She hissed through her teeth in pain as she struggled to get up. Sam and Dean went to help, but she put out a hand for them to stop. “I’m fine. I’m fine, I promise,” she groaned.

“And the ghoul?”

“I may have been beaten to a pulp, but you really think I’d leave a job unfinished?”

Dean couldn’t help the grin that grew on his face. “That’s my girl.”

Even with an innocent comment like that, Sam looked at his brother realizing how much those words bothered him. “His” girl. It would kill him for that to be true. But, clearing his throat, he pushed past the thought. “Well, you need rest.” Sam put his large hand on top of hers with a gentle and loving squeeze. “We’ll be right outside. Let us know if you need anything, okay?” Y/N nodded and without thinking, Sam leaned down to kiss the top of her head.

The older brother scrunched his lips trying not to let such a small gesture get to him. “Uh, yeah--and I’ll be back to check on you in a bit.”

As the two reached the door, “guys…” Y/N’s soft voice made them turn. She hesitated, but a sigh of relief hit her looking at them both. “I missed you.”

“We know the feeling,” Sam replied, trying to hide a smile.

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Later that night, Dean softly knocked on Y/N’s opened door as he stepped inside. “Hey, hope I didn’t wake you.” His hands were filled with bandages and supplies he would need to redress her wound.

“No. Couldn’t sleep.” She patted the bed beside her.

Dean’s heart began to race as he went to her side and sat down on the bed. His hand reached for the hem of her shirt and he met her eyes. “Can I…?” Y/N nodded at his request and Dean lifted her shirt just enough to see her injury. His calloused and large hands ghosted over her skin before his fingers touched her stomach. Feeling her warmth set a fire in him and he cleared his throat trying to keep his calm. “I, uh--didn’t think you were coming back,” Dean told her.

“Yeah,” Y/N seethed through her teeth as Dean removed the bandage. “Neither did I.”

After cleaning the area and reapplying fresh bandages, Dean couldn’t help the way his fingers lingered against her. It was the closest he had been to her in months and he ached to touch her. “Look, Y/N, I’m sorry. I--”

Y/N lifted a hand to put on the hunter’s chest. “Dean…” When his eyes met hers, she smiled. “It’s okay. I’m the one who should be sorry.”

“No, you did nothing wrong. Sam and I--”

“I shouldn’t have left the way I did. I know that. I just…” her voice trailed off as she licked her bottom lip in thought. “I just didn’t know how to handle it all.”

Dean chuckled. “Yeah, join the club.”

Silence fell between them and Dean felt a gentle touch on his hand. He watched as her hand laid on his and softly rubbed his skin. Dean looked up at her and he could feel himself shake at her touch. “Please,” he almost begged. “Please don’t leave me again.”

The hand that had found his, went up to cup his cheek. Dean closed his eyes soaking in everything that Y/N was. Her smell was intoxicating and he had forgotten the spell she held over him. “I’m not going anywhere, Dean.”

With his eyes aching with tears he had held in for too long, Dean’s gaze met hers. HIs hand trembled and he stumbled on his words. “I,--uh…” He wouldn’t cry in front of her; that couldn’t happen. “I missed you, Y/N,” he told her in a broken voice.

“Me, too.”

The hunters were lost in each other’s eyes as peace fell over them for the first time in a month. There was an unspoken tension between them and Dean slowly inched his way closer to her. Y/N’s hand moved to his chest as the Winchester hesitantly leaned in. Dean hoped and prayed in those few seconds that he wasn’t making a mistake; that she would feel the same way. Their lips hovered over each other’s and their breathing quickened.

With his nerves on edge, Dean surrendered and whispered, “I love you.”

The sound of his voice and the heat of his breath sent shivers down her spine. She took in his smell; the mix of whiskey and mint on his breath, and the remaining evidence of his work in the garage. Y/N felt the familiar ache he had always given her and finally conceded. “I love you, Dean.”

Dean couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped him before his hands grabbed both sides of her face and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. The two melted into each other as Y/N’s fingers intertwined into Dean’s hair. Finally, able to be together, the two were lost in the moment. The job, the pain, the loneliness...it all went away. Nothing else mattered.

Carrying a tray of food he had made for Y/N, Sam froze at the doorway. His heart stopped as he watched the woman he loved lost in the embrace of his brother.

Trying to control his urge to cry, Sam quietly moved away, unable to stand another moment looking at them. He went to the kitchen and placed the tray on the counter with defeat. His heart was breaking and it cut him deeper than he knew was possible.  Dean was the one Y/N had wanted a life with. He was the one that she longed for. And Sam--Sam was her brother.

The large hunter’s back leaned against the wall before he slumped down to the floor. Above him, at the counter’s edge, sat a bottle of whiskey. Sam took it in his hand and unscrewed the lid before taking a long and lingering drink. A tear fell down his cheek as he sat alone in the darkness. At least alone, Y/N would never see him cry.

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“You, Him, and Me” Part 3

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“Wayward Hearts” Season 3 Finale Prequel: Just for Tonight

Summary: After the Devil’s Gate had been opened that fateful night in the graveyard, the hunters are forced to face a new war. Countless demons now run rampant, hungry for blood and power. It’ll take everything the three have to survive when darkness once again knocks on their door. But, with only a year before Dean’s deal comes due, Sam and Riley will stop at nothing to save him; to save their family.

Masterlist

Word Count: 1070

**GIFS ARE NOT MY OWN**

Dean’s soft gaze sat on the road ahead as he tried not to count down the minutes of his final week. There was no music on the radio like there usually was; there was no room for joy.

With a book on his chest, Sam had fallen asleep in the backseat while still desperately searching for something to help his brother. After being awake for nearly three days, sheer exhaustion had taken over with the silent night and the rumble of the car rocking him to sleep.

Riley hovered her flashlight over the old book in her lap. Her tired eyes pleaded for rest with the words in front of her. How could she accept that she was about to lose Dean? Riley was constantly struggling to keep her waiting tears at bay with each passing day.

When Dean peered over to the woman beside him, a tender smile curled at the corner of his lips. Just being near her was like breathing fresh air after fighting for breath. She completed him in ways that he never imagined. 

Dean realized in that quiet moment that being with Riley was one of the greatest parts of his life. The only thing he hated leaving behind as much as Sam was the love of his life.

He turned the Impala and eased off to the side of the road, the dirt beneath them crunching under the weight of the tires. Dean put the car in park as Riley’s attention shifted to him and he smiled at her with his hand still on the wheel.

“What?” she asked.

“Come on. I wanna show you something.” Dean opened his door and got out to stand.

Confused, Riley’s door squeaked as she pushed it out. As her boot hit the ground, her eyes peered up to the skies and a barely audible gasp escaped her lips. She slowly pulled herself up to stand, her gaze never leaving the sky.

The sandy shore of the lake led to the still and quiet waters as the stars above them filled the sky with wonder, reflecting like glass. The full and luscious trees created an isolated feeling as if the world began and ended where they stood.

Riley was in awe of the painted sky with the Milky Way peeking out from the heavens; thousands of stars shining through the dark. She was left breathless, lost in a brief moment without pain. Everything melted away and her shoulders relaxed as Riley inhaled in the cool night air.

Leaning on the top of the car across from her, Dean’s eyes took everything in as he sighed. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” She shook her head in disbelief with a slight grin as he walked around to her, his hands in his jacket pockets. “I knew you’d love it.”

As he neared Riley, Dean studied everything about her. To him, she was the brightest star he had ever seen, the one that had guided him home. 

Riley’s head was still tilted up to the sky as he gently reached out to run his fingers through the hair on her shoulder. She turned to him as the strands fell from his fingers and down her back, his touch breathing air into her aching lungs. 

The way he looked at her was as if she was the greatest wonder of the world, even more beautiful than the heavens above them.

She closed her eyes as the back of his hand ran down her arm lovingly. As his touch reached her hand, Dean took his time feeling her palm until their fingers were laced together. 

He stepped behind her and took both of Riley’s hands before crossing them over her body. Dean held her tightly and leaned against the Chevy. He nuzzled his face into the side of hers inhaling the smell that had him under her spell from the very beginning.

Lost in each other, Riley and Dean came together as one heart, one soul. Their unique and magical bond swept through them, consuming them both in the unspoken vows they shared. 

With Riley’s gift taking hold, love swelled through the couple, their emotions and thoughts becoming entangled with each other. Nothing had ever felt more right than when they were in each other’s arms.

“Dean...I--” Riley whispered through a broken voice as the lump in her throat took over.

Dean shut his eyes feeling overwhelmed by their connection and the thought of their time together growing shorter. “You--” he started as his eyes welled with tears. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

A tear slid down Riley’s cheek as she leaned into him. “I can’t do this without you.”

Dean’s lips trembled. “You know--” his voice cracked with emotion. “You know I love you, right?” She turned and her hands reached up to hold the sides of his opened jacket as she peered up at him from under wet eyelashes. “It was only ever you, Rye.”

Riley swallowed hard to stifle the sob that crept up her throat. As silent tears fell from her eyes, she cupped the side of his face, her thumb running against his stubble as she memorized him. 

“It will always be you.” 

Green, heartbroken eyes looked back at her as she leaned up to kiss him. Their lips touched softly, barely grazing as they took in every second they had. It was as if it was the first time and the last time all at once, enough to invoke further tears from them both.

They turned to the sound of the car door next to them opening as Sam stepped out. He scoffed happily at the view as he joined the others. “Wow…”

Going between the boys, Riley leaned into Dean as he pulled her close and the three of them gazed up at the stars.

A glance was exchanged between Sam and Dean as they acknowledged each other. No words were needed between them as the three grew as still as the quiet water. 

They stood side by side as they felt time stop, the Earth no longer turning and stealing their final moments together. 

There’s no language that could possibly explain the love the family shared. It was almost cosmic, greater than anything the universe could ever show them.

Whatever was coming their way would have to wait; that night was theirs...and theirs alone.

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S3 The Road So Far

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There is no rest for the wicked...

Well, I am just now sitting down to start Part 1 of “No Rest for the Wicked” for Wayward Hearts. We have officially reached the end of season 3 and it’s time for Sam, Dean, and Riley to face what they’ve been dreading most for the last year...Dean’s final hours. 

Here we go.

Check out the MASTERLIST to the series rewrite and get caught up! 

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It’s the most wonderful time of the year...

Yup. It’s happening. After being stuck with writer’s block on Riley and Finn’s first case together, I stepped away to do the new “Wayward Hearts” chapter. Chapter 7 of season 3 will be out by Friday :)

It’s Christmas time, and Santa isn’t dishing out just coal for the ones on his naughty list. Fathers are disappearing in Ypsilanti, Michigan and it appears to be tied to the jolly fella we all know and love. Or is it something more sinister? Dean pushes for Riley and the brothers to have a magical holiday, but Sam wants no part in it. With the coming holiday season, painful memories of the Winchesters’ childhood come back to weigh heavily on Sam. But with Riley’s empathic abilities slowly growing stronger since Cold Oak, how long can Sam shut the others out?

Ho-Ho-Ho! Check out the Masterlist and get caught up before the new chapter drops.

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What’s next for Riley and the Winchesters?

Alright, people. Time to vote on what we do this week. Should we move on to the next chapter? Or do we do the Riley and Finn prequel I’ve mentioned?

We’re officially half way through season 3 :) so I’m also open to suggestions!

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NOW we’re officially doing it.

I’ve started and I’m maybe about 1/3 of the way through chapter 3 of season 2 in “Wayward Hearts”. I’m gonna be having a blast with this one. Can’t wait to share it with you. I’m thinking it’ll be out no later than Friday.

When one of John’s old storage lockers is broken into, Sam, Riley, and Dean realize a cursed object box has been stolen. With enough information to go on to find the thieves, the hunters find the box contained a rabbit’s foot. If you have the foot, luck like you wouldn’t believe will come your way. Lose the foot? Misfortune follows your every move until you die. Along the way, they run into an old acquaintance of Riley’s. Her history with the stranger is sorted and Dean is more than unhappy with their presence. 

Check out the masterlist to get caught up on the series and let me know if you’d like to subscribe to the series :)

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Slow, but steady...

So, work is controlling my life lol I have been having such a hard time finding the time to write and I miss it so much. But, I’m about 1/3 of the way through the newest chapter of “Wayward Hearts”. Yay! I’m thinking Sunday night or sometime Monday, I’ll have this one out :)

Riley and the Winchesters are searching for the vampire that has already left two victims in its wake. They soon learn that the monster has been sharing his blood with unknowing local women, causing them to turn. But, they aren’t the only ones hunting; an old foe has been on their tracks. Gordon will stop at nothing to see Riley and Sam dead, but things get more complicated when he has a run-in with the vampire.

Masterlist <--- Get all caught up before it comes out and let me know if you would like to be tagged in all the “Wayward Hearts” fun.

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Researching for Season 3 Chapter 2 of “Wayward Hearts”

All I can say is we will be switching out a character we would meet at this point for a new OFC. Possibly an old acquaintance of Riley’s. It might even be told from her POV.

Oh, and Sam may lose his shoe.

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