#creeper!dean

[fandom-hoarder]

Too F'n High

Summary: “Here, drink this,” Dean says. A small plastic cup is pressed to his lips, and the strong, medicinal odor of Nyquil almost clears Sam’s sinuses on its own. He whines again, not daring to open his mouth to actually voice his complaint, and hoping his stuffy nose lets him last long enough. Dean knows he hates this stuff. It makes him so groggy and woozy he can barely function, and he doesn’t even like to take a full dose. He tries to reach for the cup, but Dean grabs his wrist and Sam wonders how many hands Dean has.  The cup leaves Sam’s tightly closed lips and Dean sighs. “Sammy, c’mon, ya gotta let me take care of you, man.”

[AKA "dean feeds sam nyquil while he has a cold, and does somnophilia" --Finally, it is done!]

Written for @wincestwednesdays July 2024

July 31st Prompt: in sickness & in health

Tags: sickfic, caretaker dean, sick sam, fever, fever dream, dubcon medication, dubcon/noncon somnophilia, watersports elements, masturbation, underage, weecest, pining Sam, Sam POV, a dash of humiliation and praise kink, a pinch of oral fixation Sam, pubescent Sam

Note: Gifted to @supernaturalkickparty as a very late birthday present. Also extremely late finishing this for the fest. I was sick when I started this lol.

[caught-a-dragonfly]

Suptober | day 1 | liminal

[sonnendeathiccur]

dean gets stone hard whenever sam needs help when he is hurt or is not able to take care of himself, listen

[fandom-hoarder]

I'm not a lawyer, and not to derail the discussion, but I'm a Hoosier and I'm relatively sure that the 16 y/o age of consent doesn't apply when the relationship is between a teacher and a student under 18--at least in Indiana. Often, even if a state has a lower age of consent, there are also situational rules like this.(Though, Doylist reading, possibly the writers just roll with 18 as universal age of consent without looking up the details of state laws. Nevertheless, I'm definitely in the Watsonian camp of "Dean has the age of consent map memorized.")

The biggest creep factor is the power dynamic, tbh. Dean is a "teacher" in the high school, and has more life experience. The life experience is the biggest factor after age of consent. Someone with less life experience is easier to take advantage of.

Though, not to take away from reading creeper!Dean to filth (affectionate), but even a 25+ year old could and would use the term "dad bod" on a 37 y/o road rough bar drifter (they'd be wrong, but they'd say it), so his flirtatious aspirations in Love Hurts are unfortunately ambiguous. 25+ might still be a lot younger than 37, but that's typically a fully fledged adult.

If only they gave us a shot of the bar in Love Hurts! Alas, we must persevere in imagination.

There's also the little factor that, despite all the creeper!Dean evidence, the women the show actually shows him hooking up with are all around his age. Maybe the looking is the thrill. Maybe we just don't see the others.

People on TikTok getting into SPN and dismissing Dean’s very much predatory behaviour as “OOC” writing is so funny. Nope! Dean likes too young girls, he thinks about telling Sam how attractive their mum is and he’s weirdly possessive of baby brother. He’s just creepy! He’d fuck anything that moves. He went out of his way to find out how many girls on a high school cheerleading squad were legal and then proceeded to ask his brother to guess (meaning he wouldn’t have cared if he said a girl who was underage as long as he possibly got to screw the ones that weren’t).

Do not rewrite Dean! He’s perfect as he is.

[squisheebugdoodles]

She really thought it would work which makes it even better to both of us sdfjkldskldfjklsdflkd

@littlebeeenergy

[bullet-prooflove]

A quick round up of updates on the blog including new characters added to the ASK LIST and a list of fics that went out last week:

New Fics:

Chicago Med:

Emergency Contact - You realise you don't have anyone to put down as an emergency contact. (Sean Archer x Reader)

Don't Look Back - After running into you at the hospital Sam tries to convince himself not to look back.

Couples Counselling - Sam and you start to date again after couple's counselling.

Right Here, Right Now - Crockett doesn't need anymore than you can give.

Emergency Contact - You help Mitch out in a tricky situation.

Cobra Kai:

Self Defence - You wake up in the middle of the night with John Kreese's hands locked around your throat.

Failure - Terry makes a decision regarding your home in the aftermath of what happened with Kreese.

I Do - Terry gives you his mother's ring in a chapel in Tuscany.

Paper Airplanes - Terry begins to consider starting a family.

Summer School - Daniel's excited to meet Anthony's new art teacher.

Criminal Minds:

Empty Drawer - Will will do anything to get you to stay.

Lily Blossom - Will makes a realisation during your first night together.

FBI:

Yours - Omar realises that you still belong to each other after all this time.

FBI Most Wanted:

The Worst Type of Asshole - Remy apologises for his behaviour.

Haven:

Sedated - Your Trouble causes issues when the doctors try to help with your injuries. (Dwight Hendrickson x Reader)

Stars (NSFW) - You and Duke spend a night under the stars.

Law & Order:

All I Want Is You - Mike reveals his feelings after he makes a mistake.

Mayans:

Silver (NSFW) - You discover Neron has a piercing.

The Musketeers:

In Sickness & in Health - Athos tries to look after you when the sickness moves through Paris.

The Most Dangerous Woman in France - Even on your wedding day you are still the most dangerous woman in Paris. (Treville x Reader)

NCIS:

Not Yet - Jimmy doesn't want you to come just yet.

Rainy Mornings - Nick wishes he could stay in bed with you on a rainy Washington morning.

NCIS - LA:

Name Your Prize - AJ asks you to name your prize during a race.

NCIS New Orleans:

The Cutest Damn Thing - LaSalle realises he's in love.

Second Fiddle (feat: Douglas Hamilton) - You finally end things with Douglas.

The Rookie:

One Woman - There's only been one woman that Tim's been thinking about these past few years.

Culpability - John tries to reach out after he finds out about Robert Ortiz.

Late Night Wine - Wade wakes up the morning after on the floor in your living room.

The Rookie Feds:

Time (NSFW) - You and Matt don't want to waste any more time

Supernatural:

Sweet Dreams - Dean thinks about how this all started.

Deals With the Devil (feat: Michael)- You wake up with an angel in your bed.

Top Gun Maverick:

Something About You - There's just something about you that makes Jake want to settle down.

[ani-coolgirl]

Frontierland is a much funnier episode than I remember (I can't BELIEVE I forgot they made that prophetic Walker Texas Ranger joke) but goddamn if it's another one of those episode where for my purposes I'm going, "When could they possibly fuck during all this nonsense??"

[boywifesammy]

HE IS SOOOOO GROSS *kicks my legs up and twirls my hair*

[prem-ium]

Dean's hand placement...👀

[fandom-hoarder]

all better

Summary:

Sam and John share a bed while Dean is injured and healing in the other one. Dean wakes up in the middle of the night and can’t help hearing what happens in the bed behind his.

Tags:

samjohn, implied somnophilia, implied deanjohn, dean pov, unreliable narrator, young teen sam [see full tag list and warnings on AO3]

Written for @dadfuckerfest

7/12 prompt: voyeurism

Tag List: @fangirlxwritesx67 @amiwritesthings

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Safety First

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: you get kidnapped, and the boys have to find a way to find you

Warnings: hurt feelings, reader gets drugged, kidnapped, and injured (slightly). Panic attack, angst with a happy ending

“Dean.” Your voice was thick with sleep as the Impala approached a bar late at night. “Why aren’t we going to the motel?”

“I want to stop in here first,” Dean grumbled. The day of driving had worn him down, and he’d been a bit grumpy for the past few hours. “Maybe we’ll find someone who saw something.”

“It’s late,” you complained. “Can’t we do that tomorrow? I mean, we already know that it’s probably vampires.”

“I’m not gonna take a chance on that just so you can go to sleep,” Dean snapped. “We can’t ever afford to be stupid with this job, you know that. Stay in the car if you want.”

And Dean was out of the car before Sam could tell him off for being a jerk.

“He’s just tired,” Sam offered lamely. “Why don’t you come in and get a soda or something, this shouldn’t take long,” he added, but he didn’t wait for a response as he followed Dean into the bar.

You swallowed a few times to try to lessen the lump in your throat as you climbed out of the car. You wrapped your arms around yourself as the cold air bit into your skin, cursing yourself for even opening your mouth. How could you be selfish like that when people were dying? Hadn’t dad and Dean always told you the hunt came first, especially when innocent people were in danger?

“We can’t ever afford to be stupid with this job.”

Dean was right—you were stupid, and now Dean thought you cared more about sleep than about being safe for the hunt.

You shuffled your way into the bar, trying to keep yourself from crying while also trying to convince yourself that Dean was just grumpy, and he would forget about your complaining before the night was even out. You didn’t want him to think that you were selfish or stupid.

You almost didn’t noticed when you entered the bar, except for the fact that you smacked face-first into someone’s chest.

“S-sorry,” you muttered, feeling worse than ever as you tried to squeeze around the poor person that you had just barreled into.

“No problem,” a honey-sweet voice tickled your ears as a kind face came into your view. A dark-haired man with a smile just as sweet as his voice was looking down at you. “I like your shirt,” he added.

“Oh…thanks,” you said, the corners of your mouth twitching into a smile, your gloomy mood lifting just a little. It was your favorite shirt, and any compliment right now helped your low spirits.

“You look like you’re having a rough night. Can I buy you a drink?”

“Oh, um…” your senses were suddenly raised. Who was this guy, and what did he want? You were obviously underage, so why…

“A soda,” he added quickly, sensing your unease. “I’m sorry, I must seem like kind of a creeper, it’s just…it’s not very common to see a kid in here—in fact, I’m surprised you got let in—and I want to make sure you’re ok. Are you…ok?”

You felt yourself relaxing just a bit—this was just a nice stranger concerned about a kid in a bar. Maybe your hunter’s sense wasn’t as good as you thought, and you’d just been nervous for nothing.

“I’m ok. My brothers are…around here somewhere. But I’d love a soda.”

“Great!” The man led you through the crowd of drunk adults and to a barstool. “A soda and a beer, please,” he said to the bartender, who glanced at you for a long moment before turning to get the drinks.

The dark haired man passed you your drink when the bartender placed it in front of him, and once you had it you found suddenly that you didn’t know what to do or say. You didn’t know anything about this guy, and you couldn’t really tell him anything about you, so what were you supposed to say? You took a long sip of your drink, trying to make the silence seem comfortable.

“Do your brothers take you to bars often?” The man asked, a hint of humor in his voice trying to mask obvious concern.

“Only when we go somewhere new,” you said, trying not to lie but also trying not to alarm the man. “I guess they think it’s a good way to meet new people.” You took another long sip, hoping that the man wouldn’t start to ask any hard questions. You didn’t want to lie to this kind stranger.

But he didn’t ask any more questions—which was good, because your exhaustion seemed to be catching up to you again. You found yourself struggling to lift your eyelids, and after a few unintentionally long blinks you began to look around for your brothers. You spotted Dean in a corner, and you were about to slide off your seat and go to him when you remembered what he’d said.

“I’m not gonna take a chance on that just so you can go to sleep.”

You would just have to force yourself to stay awake…

But for some reason, you couldn’t, and the harder you tried the more you felt your whole body starting to sag, drooping down like a melting ice cream cone.

Hands suddenly caught you under your arms as you slipped off your chair, and you vaguely registered that it was the dark haired stranger. You tried to speak, but your mouth was just too numb—it felt like it was stuffed with cotton balls, and even though you got your jaw to open, you couldn’t force any sound out.

Between sleepy blinks, your eyes found those of the dark haired man. You couldn’t quite tell because of the fog in your mind, but as you finally lost your grip on consciousness you could swear that the eyes that met yours were pitch black…

…

“Sam.” Sam turned to see his older brother behind him, glancing around the bar. “It’s time to go. Where’s Y/N?”

“She came in right behind me, I thought she went to find you,” Sam offered as he joined Dean in the glancing search.

“What? No I thought she was with you,” Dean replied, looking suddenly more panicked.

“Alright, I’ll check this half, you look over there,” Sam said, trying to ebb his rising fear.

Twenty minutes later, they still couldn’t find you. Sam had even sent some woman into the women’s bathroom to look for you, with no results. Dean got the same lack of you when he went to search the Impala.

“Do you think she ran off?” Dean voiced the concern that had been nagging his mind since the moment he couldn’t find you. “I…I didn’t mean to snap at her like that, really.”

“She wouldn’t have left because of that,” Sam assured him, having thought of the same thing. “You hurt her, I do know that, but she wouldn’t have run.”

Dean cringed at Sam’s words.

“I really screwed up, didn’t I?”

“Kind of,” Sam sighed. “You can apologize if we find her.”

“When we find her,” Dean corrected harshly, hoping that he was right.

…

Pain pounded behind your eyes before you even opened them. Once you did lift your eyelids, it took you several long, panicky seconds before you could even tell the difference between opened and closed.

It was nearly pitch black around you, with only vague shapes making themselves known in the darkness. The floor was rough and scratchy beneath you, and it was cold to the touch when you put your hands down to push yourself up. You only made it halfway to your feet before an unexpected force biting into your wrist held you down, and the shock of it dropped you back to your knees. The rattle of chains accompanied your fall.

“Hello?” Your voice echoed off stone walls, tinny and weak. No reply came.

You tugged at the chain on your wrist, and found that it only allowed about a couple feet of clearance, which was why you could barely stand with it attached to the floor.

The weight of your situation hit you at the same time as your memory…

The man—the demon!—from the bar. He must’ve slipped something into your drink, and now who knew where you were?

“Help!” You cried out between your sudden panicked gasps of breath. You rubbed at your chest as it began to tighten in fear. “Somebody help me, please!”

Your voice bounced uselessly off the walls, your own desperation mocking you as it reverberated back to your ears.

A harsh scraping preceded a sudden burst of light as a door you hadn’t been able to see against the far wall started to open.

“She’s awake!” The kind voice didn’t sound so kind anymore, and the gentle features were twisted into a sickening smirk. “And how is our little visitor?” The dark haired demon stepped into your cell, and the light pouring in through the open door allowed you to see his raven black eyes.

“Where am I?” You demanded. “What do you want?”

“Both of those questions are on a need to know basis, and you don’t,” the man responded, chuckling cruelly.

“It’s not gonna work,” you insisted. “It-it doesn’t matter what you’re doing, because my brothers—“

The stinging pain of a strong hand against your face stopped your threats. The man moved so quickly that you had barely even seen him step towards you before he’d swung, slapping you backwards so that the back of your head slammed against the stone wall and your wrist was stopped painfully by the chain around in. You staggered forwards, tasting blood and trying to get the rusted chain to settle at a different part of your wrist—one not cut from the abuse it had suffered.

“You talk too much,” the man growled. “Try to threaten me again, and you’ll get a lot worse.”

You didn’t speak as the man pulled a cell phone from his back pocket and dialed. After a moment, he spoke.

“Hello, Winchesters. Now now, there’s no need for threats, I just want to chat. I found your little sister, you see, and I’d like to give her back. However, I’ve hit a problem; you boys have been sniffing around where you shouldn’t. You’re in the wrong town, and I want you to leave. As soon as we know you’re gone, we’ll take this little brat of yours and put her on a bus, and she’ll be back to you safe and sound. If not…well, we’ll be shipping her in a tiny little box instead.”

You found yourself sinking to your knees as the demon talked to one of your brothers, exhausted from the pounding in your head and weak from fear.

“Oh?” The man’s tone suddenly changed, and you found yourself trying to melt into the shadows as you shrunk away from him. “You want proof, huh?” He pulled the phone away from his face, and suddenly his black eyes were on you. “Your big brothers don’t believe that you’re here. How about we fix that?” Almost before you could blink, your arm was twisted behind your back and the demon was yanking you to your feet. He twisted you around and shoved you face-first against the stone wall. The wall was just barely too far away from the chain around your wrist, but the force of the demon’s blow had your wrist twisting at an odd angle against the chain, and it was enough for your nose to crash against the rough stone.

The cry of pain left you before you could even think to stifle it. You could barely hear the muffled protests of your brothers on the phone before the demon put the phone back to his ear and spoke again.

“Now, was that enough or do I need to get some real screams from her?…Thats what I thought. Be out of town by tonight, or…well, you already know.”

The demon threw the phone against the wall, and it shattered. He was out the door by the time the last broken piece hit the floor, and a moment later the door swung shut and you were once again plunged into darkness.

…

“Did you track it?” Dean asked, waiting with bated breath for his little brother’s response.

“Yes.” Sam took a deep breath. “Dean, are you sure about this? Maybe if we leave, she’ll be safer.”

Dean shook his head.

“It’s a demon, Sam. He’s not going to let her go, he’s gonna kill her. We have to do this, we have to save her.”

“Alright,” Sam sighed. “Alright, let’s go.” He watched Dean for a moment before speaking again. “Are you ok?”

Dean ran a hand over his face.

“The last thing I said to her—“

“Don’t,” Sam snapped. “Don’t do that to yourself. We’re going to find her, and you’re going to apologize to her. That’s not gonna be the last thing you said to her, because we’re going to get her back.”

“She just wanted to go to sleep,” Dean muttered, not listening to Sam. “If we hadn’t gone into that bar—if I had just listened to her—“

“Dean, stop. We’re going to save her. I know we will.”

…

You hadn’t realized how dark it was, or how much you’d appreciated the light from the open door, until you lost it. Your breaths came up shallow and unsatisfying as you cradled your dislocated wrist to your chest. You curled your knees under you, folding in on yourself as you hyperventilated. You closed your eyes tightly and tried to imagine that your big brothers were here—like they were the last time you’d had a panic attack.

You were on a hunt, and a vampire had knocked you to the floor before jumping on top of you and biting into your neck. You shrieked and struggled as the pain flooded your system.

Dean arrived almost immediately, but he couldn’t get a clear shot to lob the vamp’s head off without risking slicing your throat. He dropped his machete and tried to wrench the vampire away from you, but it was no use until Sam was able to join him and together the two of them tore the vampire away. Once he was off, it took a simple swing from Dean to take care of him.

You were lying on the floor, lifting your head away from the pool of blood that now covered the floor.

“Dean,” you whimpered as your breathing shallowed. You gingerly touched your neck, panicking even more when you noticed that the bleeding wouldn’t stop. “Dean!” You cried out again, terrified as your throat constricted from your panic and your head spun from the blood loss.

“Hey, hey.” Dean’s hands were on your face, cradling it gently as his green eyes danced in front of you. “You’ve gotta breathe baby, just breathe.”

“I’ve got you.” You felt Sam’s arms around your shoulder as he helped you into a more comfortable sitting position and supported you up. “Breathe with me, ok? In…out…in…”

With Sam counting off your breaths and Dean repeating. “You’re ok sweetheart, you’re safe, you’re safe,” you were slowly able to breathe through your panic attack.

But you didn’t have Sam or Dean now, and you couldn’t seem to grab hold of a single comforting thought as you sobbed and choked over each breath, unable to get air in, and unable to stop panicking about the lack of air.

The sound of the door opening and the blinding light that came with it barely registered as you rocked back and forth on your knees. That is, until you were suddenly yanked to your feet and a pair of black eyes were staring into yours.

“Guess who just didn’t leave town,” he taunted, and it was then that you saw the gleaming knife gripped in his hand. “And guess who’s gonna pay for it.”

“You are.” Your brain had barely registered the sound of your big brother’s voice before the black-eyed man’s eyes glowed yellow, then dimmed as he slumped to the floor, dead. “Hey sweetheart.” Dean stood behind where the demon had just been, blood dripping off the demon blade in his hand.

“Dean.” Your breathing had evened a little, but you were still crying as you reached out for your big brother. Your arm was stopped by the chain as Dean stepped over the demon’s body and grabbed hold of your shoulders.

“Are you hurt? You’re bleeding! Are you—“ Dean’s eyes landed on the cuffs, and he quickly pulled out a lock pick and got to work on it. As soon as you were free, you tried to wrap your arms around Dean, but he kept his hands on your shoulders as he surveyed your injuries.

“Dean,” you whimpered. “I’m-I’m so sorry, I didn’t know he was a demon, I didn’t—“

“Hey, hey…” Dean soothed. “None of this was your fault, not one bit. You’re safe now, I’m gonna get you home.”

“Hey kiddo,” Sam’s voice in the doorway turned your attention. “Ohh you’re safe,” Sam breathed in relief as he pulled you into his arms.

“Sammy,” you sobbed as you gripped onto his arm with one hand, holding your injured wrist close to your chest to protect it.

“Are you hurt?” Dean was still tugging at your shoulder, trying to assess your injuries. He stopped his tugging when he heard your whimpers and saw you trying to burrow closer to Sam. “Hey, you ok?”

“I-I thought he…I thought he was gonna…he…” you couldn’t seem to voice the fears that flooded your mind and stopped your breath.

“I’ve got you.” Sam’s arms tightened around you. “Nobody’s gonna hurt you, you’re ok…you’re ok.”

“Commere.” Dean wrapped you in his arms when Sam pulled away to make sure no demons were coming. “I’m gonna get you home—you’re ok now, I swear.”

Sam and Dean led you out of your cell and out towards the Impala, Dean’s arm wrapped around you the whole way. As soon as you were in the Impala, Dean had your arm in his hand as he inspected your wrist.

“Dislocated,” he decided. “I’m gonna have to…”

“Just do it,” you sniffled, shutting your eyes tightly.

“I’ll do it,” Sam volunteered, glancing at Dean. The two of them had a psychic moment before Sam took your small wrist delicately in his big hands and Dean crouched in front of you.

“Are you gonna start making stupid jokes?” You asked, already smiling as Dean grinned.

“C’mon now, you love my jokes,” Dean said. “Now, a priest and a demon walk into a bar—“

Dean’s goofy grin and cocky attitude already had you giggling when Sam’s fingers suddenly stiffened on your wrist and he twisted it into place.

You hissed in pain, cringing.

“I know, I know,” Sam soothed, pulling you into his arms. “I know, you’re ok now.”

“Let me get the rest of you cleaned up,” Dean said, gesturing at the scratches on your face and the blood across your lips and chin from your nose.

Sam pulled away as Dean took a first aid kit out of the trunk. Dean glanced sideways at Sam, who took the cue and slipped into the passengers seat to give you at least the semblance of privacy.

“I’m sorry,” Dean said. “For what I said to you, how I acted…and for letting you get taken.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” you sniffled as Dean rubbed antiseptic against your cuts. “I should’ve known he was a demon, I should’ve—“

“No,” Dean interrupted. “No, don’t do that. I should’ve been watching out for you, I—“

“Ok, enough!” Sam interrupted, shattering the illusion that he wasn’t listening. “It doesn’t matter whose fault it was. You’re ok now, and that’s all I care about.”

“I thought you wanted me to apologize,” Dean argued as a smile slowly crept onto his lips. Sam shook his head, unable to fight the lightheartedness that was creeping into the conversation. He chuckled—

“I wanted you to apologize for being a jerk, you idiot, not to have a fight about whose fault this was.”

You started to laugh, brushing the tears off your cheeks as you smiled. Dean turned to look at you, the grin still etched on his face.

“Commere you,” he said, pulling you back into his arms. “Sam’s right, I’m just glad you’re ok.”

“Me too,” you mumbled into his shoulder as you relaxed in his arms. Sam reached back, ruffling your hair.

“Me three.”

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Play Nice

Summary: The reader knows she’s in it when Michael grabs her off the street. What she doesn’t understand though is what he’s up to and why he’s so unusually kind at times...

Pairing: Michael!Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,800ish

Warnings: language, Michael being his usual creepy self

____

“Hello Y/N,” said Michael. You sat up on your bed, glaring daggers at him. He smiled, looking down at his shoes. “Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Wait,” you said, Michael smirking as he lifted his head.

“Yes, little one?” he asked. You sighed, staring up at him through your lashes. “Speak.”

“I want out of this basement,” you said.

“But as you previously said, you have all that you need here. You are not tired nor thirsty nor hungry. No harm could ever come to you here,” he smiled.

“I’m not an idiot,” you said.

“I never said you were.”

“You won. You won the second you grabbed me. So let’s get on with it, alright?” you asked. He nodded, lifting his chin up at you. He walked over to you, grabbing your right wrist gently. Something tingled in your arm. It wasn’t painful, just sensation. When he pulled it away, you saw a mark on your skin. “What’s this?”

“The beginning of our partnership,” he said. He snapped his fingers and you were in a kitchen, beautiful and clean and Michael walked behind you slowly. “The mark is like a tether. It pulls you to me and me to you. Not literally but you get the idea.”

“No running away?” you asked.

“No. Well you can but I’ll find you,” he said.

“What exactly is it that you want Michael? Besides my cooperation?” you asked.

“In time. For now, your cooperation is all I ask,” he said. He spun around. “This home is to your liking. I know what you desire with Dean and I think this satisfies. There is a vehicle for you out front and the town is only fifteen minutes away. Come and go as you please.”

“So I go from the little basement to no curfew? What gives?” you asked.

“You’re mine now,” he said with a shrug. “I feel as though...kindness will go farther with you than fear. But to be clear, there is room for both.”

“And if I try to contact Sam or anyone, you hurt Dean, is that right?”

“Quite correct. See? You’re not an idiot,” he said. You scowled, Michael walking back to you and touching your cheek. “He is safe in a dream. I’ve chosen not to harm him. Remember that.”

“You’re still not the good guy,” you said.

“Never claimed I was,” he said. “I’ll be back.”

He disappeared in front of you and you threw up your hands.

“I need money for stuff genius!” you said. You saw a credit card appear on the counter, your eyes looking all around. “Brownies?”

A plate of them appeared on the counter as well.

“Dean?”

A piece of paper popped up and you frowned when you lifted it up.

Don’t push it. Now stop asking unless it’s urgent.

You pouted and took a bite of the brownie.

“These are actually really good,” you mumbled. “You’re still an asshole though.”

One Week Later

You were getting ready for the day when mid way through washing your face, Michael appeared behind you.

“Fuck, Michael!” you shouted, trying to cover yourself up and forgetting about the soap. “Ah, ow, ow.”

“It’s a wonder your species has even made it this far,” he said, the pain in your eyes gone, your face wiped clean as he moved his hand around. You crossed your arms over your chest, Michael looking you over in your bra and underwear. “You do know I have access to Dean’s memories. I have seen you naked.”

“I know you’re a creepy guy and everything but could you be a little less creepy and get out of the bathroom!” you said.

“Don’t dwaddle,” he said, exiting the room. You sighed and finished getting dressed, down the stairs within ten minutes, Michael staring out the back window. “I thought I said don’t dwaddle.”

“I thought I said to stop being a creeper,” you said, putting your hands on your hips. “What do you want?”

“To touch your soul,” he said, looking over his shoulder.

“Considering I know that’ll hurt like a bitch, I’m gonna go ahead and say no,” you said, backing up and bumping straight into Michael’s chest. He rested his hands on your shoulders, your body tensing.

“This can be unpleasant for you or it can be pleasant. It’s your choice,” he said.

“W-What’s the pleasant version?” you asked.

“Close your eyes,” he said. You swallowed hard and did what he said. It wasn’t as though you had any choice. He rested a hand on top of your head and reached his other one around to your chest. “Take a deep breath and hold it.”

You inhaled and sealed your lips together, a warmth spreading throughout you before you felt his hand on your chest push in. It wasn’t painful but it felt so strange. 

“Alright,” said Michael after a moment, pulling his hands away. He walked in front of you, giving you a smirk. “You can breathe, little one.”

You let out a lungful of air, running your hand over your body. 

“No pain?” he asked.

“No,” you said. “What’d you do to me?”

“Not everything is about you, Y/N.”

“You’re a bitchy little angel, aren’t you,” you said. Michael smiled at you before you were pushed back against the wall, Michael staring you down.

“Congratulations, you just earned your first punishment,” he said. You frowned, the room suddenly much cooler. You looked down, only your bra and underwear on. “It seemed to bother you earlier. Sometimes subtly is the best approach.”

“If you want to make me have your nephilim-”

“No. No, Y/N. I do not desire one of those. You were disrespectful towards me so now am I returning it in kind,” he said.

“It’s still fucked up,” you said. He leaned back and spun around, a smirk on his face. Suddenly your clothes were back, Michael nodding. 

“Is that more to your liking?”

“Yeah,” you scoffed. “This is...”

You stared down at your shirt, cocking your head at Michael.

“Michael’s pet? Really?” you asked as you read the shirt.

“Behave and maybe we’ll upgrade that to partner someday,” he chuckled. “Stay out of the study for the day. I will be busy.”

He left without a word and you threw your head back. 

You liked it better when he stayed the hell away from you.

“Michael,” you said, knocking on the door to the study late that night. “Michael.”

“Yes, little one?” he asked as he opened the door. 

“My soul earlier...I feel funny,” you said. You weren’t expecting any compassion or anything of the sort. But you had a feeling he didn’t want you keeling over on him. 

“Funny how?” he asked, placing a hand against your forehead. “You are not ill.”

“I feel so tired,” you said.

“Well that is because I tapped into the power of your soul,” he said.

“Excuse me?”

“You are my true vessel’s soulmate. Your soul is...I’ve never been as powerful as since I began to be near you. Touching your soul today has helped me even further,” he said.

“Awesome,” you said, turning around and falling to the floor.

You woke up in your bedroom, Michael sitting on the edge, running his hand over your head.

“Don’t,” you whined.

“I am healing you, imbecile. Stay still. I don’t have to do this at all,” he said, returning to the calm motion, your body feeling better the longer he did it.

“You’re still evil,” you grumbled, tucking your covers around yourself.

“Everyone is capable of being evil, Y/N. All I ask is for a power up on occasion. That is all,” he said.

“I want Dean back,” you said.

“Dean is gone.”

“What do you mean Dean’s gone?” you said, pushing his hand away as you sat up.

“I mean, Dean is in heaven.”

You stared at him, Michael giving it right back until you jumped on top of him, wrestling Michael to the ground.

“You son of-”

“He’s not dead,” said Michael, pinning you to the floor with a snarl. “I made an arrangement with him. Temporary control of his body and he would relocate to a location capable of holding his soul.”

“You killed him you-” 

“I am not the villain of this story. You may think I am but I am not. My father is and you know damn well I am right,” he said.

“You-”

“No. I didn’t,” said Michael, pulling you up and pulling you into his lap.

“Yes you did,” you said, Michael running a hand up and down your back. “Lemme go.”

“Dean made me promise,” grumbled Michael. “To take care of you when you discovered the truth.”

“Fuck you,” you said.

“Our deal was extensive. You have no idea what is even going on, do you,” he said.

“You killed my boyfriend and soulmate and you kidnapped me and-”

“No, little one. My job is to protect you,” he said.

“Are you insane? You’re the bad guy!” you shouted at him.

“Oh, I am a bad guy. I’m not the bad guy. My father is far far worse and he needs to go,” he said. “Why do you think no one has come looking for you? They are all hiding or in heaven. Chuck cares nothing for you and you give me more power than he’ll be expecting. You’re going to help me defeat him.”

“And when it’s all over, you’re going to hop out of Dean and go on your way?” you scoffed.

“I didn’t say that. This universe will need a new God and I do like this body. I was the lesser of two evils,” he said.

“Fine. We beat Chuck and then you’re going to get the hell out of Dean,” you said.

“We’ll see about that,” chuckled Michael. You turned your head away, Michael still rubbing his hand up and down your back. “Are you finished feeling sad now?”

“No,” you said. Michael suddenly stood up with you, sitting down on the bed and putting your covers back over top of you.

“Sleep,” said Michael, putting his hand on your forehead. “The sooner you get used to this, the better.”

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[unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men]

Y/N: "I had to bark at some creeper man who kept gawking me, and it was aggressive dog barking too"

Dean: "I'm not some creeper I'm your husband! And I wasn't gawking I was appreciating!"

Y/N rolling her eyes and nudges Castiel "Total weirdo right?"

Castiel looks at both Dean and Y/N: "Human courtship is so strange"

Dean looking at Castiel "You're telling me....the barking was kind of hot though"

Castiel makes a face "I'm starting to think you two are made for each other"

[sonnendeathiccur]

I absolutely LOVE fanon dean, he is my beloved but canon dean, too is my baby

[xofemeraldstars]

44 / ∞ — dean is once again on the floor creeper...

[eepwtf]

(¬ ´ཀ` )¬ HALLOWEEN BOTS ₊ ZOMBIE INSPIRED

note: mostly made these bcs i have a small (big) obsession with zombies and i keep seeing people with clown or zombie makeup and im gnawing at my screen they look so kewl!! (might add more…depends if im not too lazy. ps,,, i brought my fav movie ever (killer klowns) it’s VHS but idc!! along with elvira

݁ᛪ༙DEAN WINCHESTER

⤿ warm bodies ⸝⸝ zombie!user

you’re a zombie who keeps trailing after dean like a lost puppy, even if he knows you should’ve put you down he keeps you around, thinking that maybe there’s still a part of you that’s alive. despite the odd and weird little gifts you give him.

݁ᛪ༙DEAN WINCHESTER

⤿ meet the creeper ⸝⸝ zombie!dean

after being bitten, dean clings to a fading memory of you. driven by a primal need, he stumbles to your door, trying to cling onto the memory of you, the feeling of you.

݁ᛪ༙DAMON SALVATORE

⤿ insatiable love for the dead

damon finds himself torn when faced with you. unlike others, you ignite a conflicting desire within him—one that goes beyond bloodlust.

݁ᛪ༙BILLY LOOMIS

⤿ lights , camera , murder baby!

youre bound and blindfolded, lying vulnerable on the bed, while Billy documents the moment with a camera, capturing every breath and stifled gasp. just his pretty little doll for him to play and taunt with.

݁ᛪ༙SAM WINCHESTER

⤿ dude , where’s my skin? ⸝⸝ zombie!sam

sam, finds himself drawn to a living person—you. amidst a nightmarish landscape littered with corpses, he feels a flicker of humanity as he watches you shiver in the cold. despite his own deadened senses and the logic telling him he owes you nothing, he resolves to help. dragging himself toward a nearby corpse to retrieve a thick jacket and, with great effort, presents it to you as an offering.

݁ᛪ༙SAM WINCHESTER

⤿ spookshow baby ⸝⸝ zombie!user

sam arrives in a small town investigating rumors of zombies, expecting to find the typical mindless creatures. instead, he finds a high-end bar filled with well-dressed patrons. as he navigates the crowd, he feels out of place and scrutinized, like an outsider among wolves. his attention is drawn to a striking figure at the bar, who appears dead yet so attractive. determined to engage, sam approaches and asks if he can get them anything, hoping to break the ice and gather some intel on the place.

݁ᛪ༙STILES STILINSKI

⤿ zombie curiosity ⸝⸝ zombie!user

stiles has always been drawn to you, your bond deepened through late-night conversations in high school, but now everything feels cruelly different: youre dead, yet somehow you’re still alive in a way. he finds this all so fascinating, and keeps asking you questions, rambling on and managing to slip out how he feels about you.

݁ᛪ༙JENNIFER CHECK

⤿ model for me

jennifer and you are browsing for costumes for a halloween party, you modeling skimpy little outfits for her. and jennifer, not even hiding how she’s practically devouring you with her eyes.