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ankhmutes · 1 year ago

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Sunny's Boys: Bad Boy Shane

I couldn't resist. I had to post this. This is unfixed, fresh, raw off the press like I usually post, so I apologize for errors. This takes place in my King's River universe and you can see it if you squint, but can be stand-alone as well if you want to ignore the Easter eggs.

Warning: Unprotected Sex somewhere in here. Minors, please do not interact. Thank you.

You are the little sister of Sam & Dean Winchester. You keep yourself out of trouble by tending bar....people just love you and end up calling you Sunny, and the name just....stuck.

You were tending bar in this dinky town in Georgia, while your brothers were hunting somewhere up in the pacific northwest. Last you heard, there was some weird-ass thing in Oregon that had stranded them in a town full of demons or Sasquatches or something or other. You weren’t worried. Your brothers could handle themselves, and you’d just know if something happened to them.

You were working a hunt in the next town over, but you needed some legit money and you didn’t totally trust the way your brothers made their money, but it was a nice side hustle, that was for sure. You ended up tending bar at Harvelle’s half the time, and that had led you to your current situation, tending bar at the hole-in-the -wall tavern on the side of the highway at the edge of King’s River. You refused to enter the town, there was something wrong with the town. You could feel it in your bones, so you were content to tend bar at the edge. You would leave King’s River to Bobby, your brothers, or your dad- if you ever saw the motherfucker again.

You eyed the two men coming into the bar. You knew they were sheriff’s deputies- they had been called over to Whitney’s several times since you had started working there, but this time they were out of uniform.. And my, were they out of uniform. Your eyes sparkled and you hurried to the back room briefly, using the secret employee bathroom to freshen yourself up and make sure the girls were nice and perky. You freshened up your gloss, hoisted the boobs, and tugged down the ripped collar of your Jack Daniels tank top a bit more. You were blessed with an amazing firecracker body, and you knew just how to use it. You needed to take advantage of the chance that your brothers were not in town. You’d see how many hot men you could land…

You sauntered out of the bathroom, all big brown eyes and a knowing smile.

“Hi there, boys.” you smile your brightest smile at Rick n’ Shane. You knew you’d pull both boys, but the only question was when. And you felt lucky tonight. After all, you had your lucky panties on. “What’s it gonna be tonight? I see no badges, so it’s my lucky night.” you flirt shamelessly with Rick and Shane. Rick blushes and looks askance, his eyes skittering everywhere but you as he shyly asks for a beer. You bend over to the cooler, making sure your butt was on full view for the boys, tugging your shirt ever so slightly so your nipples would be nice and perky from the cold burst of air.

“That’ll be a fiver, officer friendly.” you say with a wink at Rick. Rick nodded, slipping you a ten and told you to keep the change. You smiled and tucked away the ten, giving yourself the change and tucking it away nicely in your tip jar, which was your bra. Shane grinned and nudged Rick, who just nodded and took slow sips of his beer, his cheeks still red.

“I’ll just have what you’re having, darling.” Shane said with a wink. You could drown in those brown eyes, full of sparkly mischief. You poured Shane a whiskey and coke, and slid him the drink, picking up a cherry and sliding it through your lips to give it a kiss before dunking it in the drink.

“Can’t forget a bit of sugar for your drink, ya know.” you smile saucily at Shane, winking at him as you saunter off to take care of the customers, making sure to slide a few winks and grins Shane’s way. You could see by the way Shane was enjoying himself, that you would be the center of attention soon. You decided to milk it a bit, just a teeny bit to see if he would get jealous, or if he would just smirk and enjoy the show.

You served the Dixons a coke each, cutting off Merle and telling Daryl he’d better take his brother home before he got himself into trouble. The handsome little brother nodded, silently dropping the entirety of their tab on the counter and yelling at Merle to get his ugly ass outta the door.

The T & M boys were rowdier than the Dixons, two of them flirting shamelessly with you as you handed them their round of beers. You giggled as one of them slid a ten down your back pocket, whispering that you were a nice slow drink of whiskey on a hot evening. You shivered at the imagery as you thanked him with a wink and an extra saunter back to the counter. You could feel Shane’s eyes on you the whole night. You were his prey, or was it the other way around, you wondered as your doe brown eyes widened ever so slightly, at the look Shane shot you.

“You know, it’s about time for my break.” you found yourself announcing, leaning forward to Rick, giving him a shot. Rick blushed, smiling as he sipped at his beer and murmured he was good for now. Your eyes slid over to Shane, as you tugged slightly at his jacket. Shane leaned back in his seat and tilted his head, his eyes glinting with lust as he eyed you up and down.

“I think when your shift’s over…. It’ll be time to play.” Shane said with a wide grin as he leaned forward to whisper, “after all, I’m enjoying the show.” You felt your stomach drop, and your panties were soaked. You hadn’t planned on this twist on things. You gulped slightly, brows raising as you reminded yourself not to tip your hand and show too much interest. After all you did understand where he was coming from, most of the thrill came from the chase and the previews.

“Well, all right then. I’ll be back in ten, gonna grab a smoke.” You went out back, leaning on the siding and thinking of what to do. It was hard to phase a bad boy, they had seen it all, done it all. You had heard about some of his exploits from Rick himself, and it didn’t help that he was older… by quite a few years.

Okay, he was not quite a Hot Older Man™ like the Dixons and the T & M boys were, and you were fresh out of … well, whatever. Sam was a law school dropout, and Dean had barely made it out of high school. You had only achieved an AA degree, enough to get into nursing school, before dropping out, and ending up here. You had no illusions about how far you could get with Shane… and you knew you’d have to make your experience count. You rubbed your thighs together, and the idea hit you like lightning.

You looked around, and hurried back inside, making sure your cigarette was put out before doing the deed. You were sure you had to be drunk, but you had only sneaked two sips of Shane’s drink, not even close to get you buzzed. Yet here you were. Your black silk thong tucked away in your pocket.

“Hey there handsome.” you say to Shane, sliding up to him and making sure he had full eye contact with your chest as you asked if he wanted a refill.

“One more for the road, sure.” he said with a nod as he leaned back in his chair, ready for the show he would get. You flipped tables on him, making him his drink professionally, and dropping in a cherry and walking the long-ass way around the bar, right up to him and handing it to him directly. Your hand slid along his arm, and your hand slipped the panties into his pocket, smirking as you whispered the dirtiest thing you had ever heard someone say in his ear and walked right past him, your eyes lighting up as you heard him choke on his drink behind you.

You sauntered around the room, making sure all the regulars were happy and served, and the new faces were equally as sated, making sure to flirt a little extra with the regulars, knowing that every time someone’s hand strayed closer to your thigh, Shane’s stool would squeal slightly as he shifted in his seat.

You played this game for a good while, until it was nearly time for your shift to end, and Bill was due to come in to take over for you. It was a perfect ending to the evening, the long-haired redhead was an amazing flirt, and it didn’t help he always wore black leather, and had a mysterious French girlfriend, but Shane didn’t need to know that part.

“Sunny!” Bill said with a wide grin as he sauntered up to you, giving you a nice smack on the ass. “That’s my beautiful girl, will everything go smoothly?”

“It’s been a slow night, so should be fine....” you said with a nod to Bill, leaning up to give him a nice slow hug, making sure your skirt slid up just- enough- to taunt Shane. You could hear the stool squeak loudly as Shane shifted in his seat and Rick shot him a dark look.

“What’s wrong with you? You’ve got ants in your pants, all night long.” Rick said with a scoff. “Go get it out of your system, it can’t be the Dixons, they’re long gone by now.”

“It’s all good.” Shane said with a nod as he shot you a dark look, his eyes darting to the back door. You knew he was practically demanding you meet him out back. You didn’t dare peek down at his pants, you knew he would have quite the tent. You make the show of gathering your jacket, your small backpack and waving goodbye to everyone, making sure to lean over to give the Teller Morrow boys a warm and fond farewell. You wouldn’t mind if that one handsome Scotsman got a glimpse in the process… maybe he’d make for a good guinea pig for a few ideas you had come up with while teasing Shane all night long.

“Where have you been?” Shane shot at you in the darkness as you walked towards your jeep. “You’re very naughty, you know. I didn’t think you'd pull this off.” Shane said with a laugh as he held up your panties. You leaned back against the door of the jeep, stretching your body out as Shane latched onto you, his mouth imprinting a small path of hot kisses down your neck, his hands sliding up your body to touch every part of you he could. You felt yourself floating, the waves of heat hitting you like you were a tiny boat out in the middle of the ocean. You could only hang on for dear life, and enjoy the ride.

“Baby, you have no idea how hard you got me. I could pound nails with this thing.” Shane grunted as his mouth moved lower, his hands cradling your breasts and kneading them gently. “God, the things I want to do to you…you’re a tornado with pretty eyes and a heartbeat.” His brown eyes stared into yours for a long minute as he breathed out the cold air, smirking as his head tilted towards the jeep.

“Better not ticket me for public indecency.” you shot out to Shane with a giggle as you unlocked your jeep and scuttled inside, Shane slamming the door behind you and his hands slid around you, his hand finding the spot to make you moan, your hips moving as he finger-fucked you in the backseat of the jeep, only pausing enough to keep you on the edge as he slid his pants down, murmuring dirty things to you, keeping your pussy nice and soaked for him.

“Come here, sunshine, promise I’ll be good.” Shane held up a condom, and you giggled.

“Better be good, I just had this detailed over at Dixon’s.” you gasp and moan as his cock slid right into you, you forgetting everything that had just happened over the last two seconds. You weren’t one for small talk or witty banter. Right now you needed that hot dick, and you needed it now.

“Oh, I’m more than good, sunny.” Shane panted out as he slid out, teasing you as he gripped your ass, giving you a spank each time he slid out, your ass glinting nice and pink in the darkness under the streetlight in the parking lot. The Jeep rocked forward with each thrust of Shane’s hips, and a loud smack broke the silence, your whimpering increasing with each smack.

“Oh god, sunshine. C’mon, Sunny. C’mon.” Shane goaded, panting as you could hear it in his voice, he was getting closer and closer with each thrust, his hands teasing your breasts as he held on to them. A long moment later, his hands moved down to your hips, and you could feel him come, hear the hot gasps as his body shuddered. .

‘Shaaaaane.” you could hear yourself whine, as you impaled yourself on his cock even harder, Shane gasping as you milked him dry. “Shane.” You finally panted out, as Shane slid out of you and took care of business.

You had your panties on, and you were ready to go home. You looked at Shane with a grin like the cat who got in the cream. You had pressed a post-it with the hotel and room number in his hand.

“You know where to find me.”

You had left Shane behind in the parking lot. You knew Shane wasn’t the type for cuddling, for pleasantries, for…. Anything, really. He was amazing, and you’d fuck him again in a heartbeat. You were pretty sure though, that he had his eye on someone. And you didn’t want to get into that hot mess. No, you were just fine having a wonderful one night stand with a hot police officer. You had learned from your brother, not to mess around with the people. They were all good, but you couldn’t stay.

You wouldn’t stay. You had learned from Daddy, that there was no place to call home… unless your brothers were there too.

The hotel phone rang, and you let out a groan. You were pretty sure only three people could find you, and you really didn’t want to talk to any of them right now. You were still riding that post-sex high that you had gotten from Shane.

“Yeah?” you asked, stretching out on the bed.

“We’re coming your way. Bobby told us.”

“What?” you groaned as you flopped on your side.

“Haven’t you heard?”

“Well, the cop I just fucked didn’t say a damn thing to me about that.” you whined into the phone. You could hear cranky noises from your brothers. “So you’re one up on me.”

“Sunny, come on, don’t be like Dean, that’s just gross.” Sam whined on the phone. You grinned. You always had fun poking at your brothers, they were such hypocritical babies. You murmured a goodbye as you heard a knock on the door.

Shane. He actually had shown up for an encore performance. You grinned and hopped up from the bed, opening the door for him. He looked cocky, handsome and sure of himself. It was definitely going to be a night where you would be on top.

You were on top, but then you decided to clean up. It was the clean up that had you both giggling, and you told Shane he could crash and sleep it off after you had given him a blowjob, since both of you had polished off the minibar. The morning came, bright and early and contrary to your nickname, you were not sunshine in the morning. You and Shane were rudely awakened by your brothers swinging the door open.

“God damnit, Sunny. I didn’t need that.” Dean grunted as he thumped his bags down and shielding his eyes, Sam openly staring at Shane, who had leaped out of the bed fully nude, gun in hand.

“Yeah, he’s the cop.” you said as you sat up in bed, holding the sheet up to your breasts. “Can’t I get a break or something? Rosie’s has got pie. Klinger's gonna make sure it’s on the house if you say it’s for me n' Shane. Coffee, too. Two coffees.” You boss your brothers out of the door, the two of them protesting yet allowing you to slam the door in their faces.

“What the fuck?”

“Big brothers. They’re investigators.” you said smoothly as you got dressed. “Did something happen recently? That’s the only reason they’d bust in like this.” you said as you eyed Shane, giving him a playful swat on his butt as he put on his pants. You couldn’t help yourself, he looked so cute getting dressed and you knew this would be the last time to get up and personal. You seized the opportunity, since he did clearly have decent morning wood….

You slid behind him and toyed with the waistband of his pants, turning him around to face you. He was slightly stunned as you got on your knees and slid his shorts down, sliding his slightly hardening dick in your mouth. It was wet and firm, your mouth sliding up and down working him like a popsicle. He gulped and groaned, leaning against the wall while you blew him and he came down your throat, your mouth disposing of all the evidence. You rose to your feet as if nothing had happened.

“Uh.. yeah, yeah. We weren’t supposed to say anything. Captain Riker has got us buttoned down tight.” Shane pulled on his shirt and cap, still trying to catch his breath from the surprise blow job as Sam and Dean came back in, coffee in hand. “Thanks, dude. Will put in a word with Cap for ya..” Shane said with a cocky shit-eating grin as he grabbed his coffee from Dean, and sauntered out of the hotel room. You could hear your brothers bitching him out, and you tuned them out as you grabbed your cup.

One down��…

your mind is already thinking of the wide selection you had at the roadhouse. Perhaps, just perhaps, King's River wasn’t actually all bad….

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frost-queen · 1 year ago

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Family Business //part 6 (Reader!Winchester x Spencer Reid)

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Summary: Escaping by a hair, you are back on the run. This time things might be worse for you. Having a moment of peace, you all wonder what to do next, but not even a job notification can give you long peace. What would come out of it with a new one taking on a spot in the team? [Series list]

Spencer held your hand tight, anticipating the moment. The sound sounded again as you pulled Spencer with you, taking a run for it. – “They’re running!” – Derek called out in the midst of the confusion. You pushed the glass doors open sprinting outside. Dean pressed the horn loud urging you to get a move on. Sam stood by the car, holding his phone up with some equipment. The sounds coming from his phone boosted. If you had the time you’d laugh at it. – “In the car!” – Dean ordered slamming his hand against the doorframe.

Sam unplugged his phone, tugging it in his pocket. You pushed Spencer forwards ordering him to go in a direction. He went around the car opening the front door. Dean blinked surprised at Spencer popping his head in sight. – “No!” – he called out not wanting him to ride shotgun. Spencer lifted his head up, looking over the roof. Out of the precinct ran his familiar team.

You had run over to Sam, grabbing him by his jacket. He opened the door as you pushed him inside. He stumbled on the backseat as you kept hitting his feet for him to make room for you. – “Reid don’t do this!” – Derek called out. – “Too bad.” – Spencer said jumping in the front seat despite Dean’s disliking.

“Sam move your big feet!” – you shouted as you were half in the car. Legs still on the ground. A gun shot got fired as it started you. It bounced off the roof above your head. Dean started the engine. – “Hang on.” – he called out hitting the gas. – “Sam!” – you yelled out as you almost got flung out of the car. Sam grabbed your arms, pulling you inside. Just as another bullet went your way.

One of the local officers was firing at you. Hotch pushed his arm down with a glare. – “Don’t shoot!” – he ordered loudly. You were able to shut the door still struggling to sit down properly while the car was moving. Dean’s eyes widened when he saw Derek stand in the distance. He had to spin the wheel rapidly to avoid him. The tires shrieked as you got flung to the side right onto Sam. Spencer was holding on tight to the dashboard fearing for his life. He never liked cars and the way Dean was racing made him panic.

Because of the quick maneuver, Dean had to spin the wheel back to avoid hitting another car parked. The car swung back as you got flung to the other side. Your head hitting the side of the car. Sam had held on tight so he couldn’t fall on you. Dean finally was able to get the car steady, racing off the parking lot. – “Everyone good?” – Dean asked checking his rearview mirror to look at Sam and you. Sam held his thumb out, out of breath to answer properly.

Spencer swallowed nervously adjusting his tie. – “Y/n you good?” – Dean asked needing a clear response from you. You touched your head, looking down at your fingers. Seeing specks of blood, you knew the knock on your head from the car had been hard. – “All good.” – you said hiding your hand. You wiped your fingers dry on your shirt hoping the wound wouldn’t be that clear to them. – “That was insane.” – Spencer said with a loud exhale. Agreeing you slapped Sam hard against his arm. – “Au!” – he called out startled. – “Who’s stupid idea was this?” – you asked loudly. – “You Dean?” – you blamed as he shook his head. – “It was your boyfriends stupid idea to just waltz into the station.”

You shot a glare at Spencer for being so reckless. He turned around in his seat to look at you. – “I couldn’t just leave you in there.” – he answered as you slapped him as well. – “Au! Sorry.” – Spencer outed rubbing his arm. – “And the stupid animal roars? Who’s stupid idea was that.” – you called out seeing that Sam held his finger up with shame. You wanted to slap him again, but slapped Dean’s arm instead. – “Hey! What was that for?” – Dean replied loud. – “For letting him do it!” – you answered. – “We got you out didn’t we?” – Dean spoke back. You exhaled deep letting yourself fall back in the backseat.

Touching your forehead you started to feel the headache from the bump come in. Your brothers and Spencer interpretated it as you wanting to be left alone. Dean kept driving wanting to be sure no one was following him. He knew the problem wasn’t gone but at least they got you back. That was all that mattered at the moment. To be reunited with family. Dean let go of the steering wheel with one hand wanting to search the glove compartment for something. – “Let me.” – Spencer suggested wanting to help out.

“I got it.” – Dean grunted out still struggling to open it. – “Just let me help.” – Spencer offered again as Dean gave up. – “Fine! The map.” – he said. Spencer searched for the map unfolding it. Dean glanced to the side trying to get a glance of the map. Sam came closer grabbing the back of Spencer’s seat. Moving his arm over it, he wanted to point at something on the map. – “We could go here. This route is long and calm. We could for sure stop on the way for some stuff.” – Sam spoke making Spencer move his shoulder out of the way. – “Sure what do you say Y/n?” – he asked turning his head to look at you.

You shrugged your shoulders. – “Anything that could give me some painkillers.” – you answered. – “Are you in pain?” – he asked as suddenly his eyes widened. – “Did they hurt you?” – he freaked out. – “No!” – you said loud. – “I just have a headache.” – you reassured him. Dean drove till the third small convenience store just to be certain. All four of you got out of the car. – “I’ll gas up.” – Dean said moving to the gas pump. – “Bring me some snack!” – he pointed at Sam who answered by gestured his hand up.

A little bell rang as you opened the door. – “You go get us some drinks.” – Sam said motioning to Spencer. Spencer nodded walking to the back of the store. You parted ways with Sam. Sam in search of snacks and supplies. You in search for some painkillers. You came into the pharmaceutical row. Searching the shelves, you came across some bandages. It made you stop hesitantly to grab them. Touching your forehead again, you felt the wetness under your hair.

Sighing loud, you took them. You then grabbed the painkillers just as Spencer rounded your row. Under his armpits he carried a few water bottles. – “Hey uhm… is this good enough?” – he asked for validation. You hummed soft seeing him sigh relieved. It was then that he noticed the bandages in your hand. – “Are you alright babe?” – he came closer grabbing you by the wrist. It was only then that he noticed the wettened darkness in your hair right by your hairline. – “You’re bleeding!” – he called out worried, tightening his grip around your wrist. – “It’s nothing.” – you reassured him. – “I bumped my head against the car, that’s all.” – you told him.

“Still! You should’ve told us.” – he spoke as another woman came in the row. The way she was looking at you made you feel uneasy. What if your face was already spread out on the tv. Warning people of the dangerous killer. You grabbed Spencer by the arm, pulling him with you out of the row. – “We’re leaving.” – you whispered to him, meeting up with Sam near the counter. You dropped the supplies on the counter, waiting impatiently as the cashier took his time to scan the items.

Behind him was a tv playing the news. They were speaking off political things, but how badly you didn’t want to see your face pop up. Spencer noticed how anxious you were, grabbing your hand. Sam paid as you grabbed almost all of it, leaving the store in a haste. Spencer smiled sheepishly at the cashier, taking the remaining things you forgot to gather in your arms. He left with Sam as they saw you hurry over to the car. – “What?” – Dean called out confused as you opened the trunk, throwing everything in. – “Car now!” – you said making him jump in action.

Spencer and Sam sped up getting in the backseat as you had taken the front seat. Dean started the car without questioning. On the main road he dared to ask what made you freak out. – “What happened?” – he asked glancing over to you. You exhaled deep, letting yourself slide down your seat. – “I have this feeling my face is going to appear on the tv.” – you told them. – “I felt like everyone in that store was looking suspicious at me.”

“They probably weren’t.” – Sam said moving a hand to your shoulder. – “In case you forgot I’m still wanted for murder. Perhaps even more now that you broke me out of the police station. It won’t take long before they start searching with choppers or so.” – you answered in a panic. Dean tapped your knee harshly. – “Hey! Snap out of it! They aren’t going to find you!” – he reassured you in a loud tone. His words didn’t ease your worries. – “We’ll camp in the woods for today.” – he offered in the hopes to ease you more. You slowly nodded, turning away to stare out of the window.

Dean drove off road heading into the woods imprisoning the main road. A road where he had passed barely any other car. He drove to an opener space between the trees. The four of you got out to take a breather. Dean decided to check on the guns. Sam went to have a look around to be certain the coast was clear. You were leaning against the hood, arms crossed. Spencer cleared his throat coming in sight, waving the bandages and painkillers in his hand. – “Did someone call for a nurse?” – he said in an attempt to make you smile.

You barely smiled as he approached. – “I… I uhm… I never got the chance to ask you about… you know.” – he started moving some hair aside. – “You mean my lock-up?” – you responded. He nodded taking some wipes to clean your wound. – “It… it… I don’t know.” – you sighed out trying not to focus on the stinging. – “They said I could get 30 years Spence.” – you told him. – “You aren’t getting 30 years Y/n. You didn’t kill anyone.” – he responded lowering his hands to grab a new wipe. – “I know that. You know that but they don’t.” – you explained with a sigh.

You turned your head to look away. Spencer breathed out soft, turning your head back by your chin. –“We’ll figure something out. I don’t care if I have to forge evidence or not, but you aren’t going to prison, Y/n.” – he told you making you smile faintly. – “So you’ll take 30 years for forgery.” – you teased giving him a soft nudge against his chest. Spencer smiled. – “Maybe they’ll let us spend 30 years together?” – he joked setting his hands on the hood around you. – “I doubt it.” – you scrunched your nose making him tap your nose.

He grabbed a bandage, covering up your wound with it. You took a deep breath, your mind caught in a thinking process. Spencer hummed loud to get your attention. Wanting you to share your thoughts with him. You exhaled deep. – “I…back there… I had this feeling that Hotch was believing me. That he could tell I was innocent. I can’t be certain, but it felt nice to be believed even if it was just a mirage.” – you outed making Spencer wrap his arms around you. – “He loves you; the teams loves you. Hotch will do anything in his power that you are unharmed.” – he answered. You grabbed your head, shaking it. – “I just feel like I am losing my mind.”

Spencer brought your hands down. – “You aren’t.” – he whispered cupping your cheeks. He kissed your lips tenderly as it warmed your heart for a moment. Sam and Dean returned to the car as the sun was lowering. The four of you got back in the car. Spencer and you in the back, Sam, and Dean in the front seats. All of you were munching on some snacks. – “So what do we do now?” – Spencer asked curious. Dean took a deep breath. – “I don’t know.” – he said. – “We don’t have many options.” – you told them.

“Either I leave the country, or I turn myself in.” – it was bittersweet but the harsh reality. – “You aren’t going to do any of those.” – Sam made clear. – “We’ll just… just…” – Spencer sighed. – “Those are worries for tomorrow. Let’s not think about that tonight.” – he continued. You snuggled up to him as best as you could in the car. Sam and Dean lowered themselves in their seat to lay better. Spencer kissed your forehead wrapping an arm around you.

Exhaling peacefully you closed your eyes to catch some sleep. Dean looked back to you with a saddened smile. How he wished you hadn’t been the target. He couldn’t sleep that much so he decided to get out of the car. He came sitting on the hood, watching the stars. He turned his head hearing a door shut. He huffed humored seeing Sam join him, offering beer. He accepted it as Sam joined him on the hood. – “What do we do?” – Dean questioned. Sam sighed deep. – “I’m not sure but we’ll figure something out.”

Spencer shot awake at the horn going off loud. – “Wake up sunshine!” – Dean teased as you woke up as well. – “What is it?” – Spencer asked rubbing his eyes. – “We’ve got work to do.” – Dean answered as Sam showed him something off his phone. It took Spencer a few moments to clearly see it and read it. You read along over his shoulder. – “Are you serious?” – Spencer questioned. – “Yep!” – Dean said. – “Isn’t that dangerous with Y/n. What if people are looking for her? I’m not putting her in more danger then before.” – he interfered as you hugged his arm, finding it sweet how caring he was.

“Hey, our job doesn’t stop. It’s around the clock no matter what.” – Dean spoke back with some arrogance as if Spencer wouldn’t understand. – “Relax we aren’t putting Y/n in any openness.” – Sam interrupted. – “That is why you are coming with us scholar boy.” – Dean mocked with a laugh. – “Me? Go hunting with… with you two?” – suddenly he felt shaky as you calmed him down by stroking his back. – “Y/n will stay in the car out of sight, and you’ll be an extra.” – Dean clarified. – “So… so what will you have me do?” – He was very curious about his task and if he was up to it.

“Nothing much you can leave the hardcore hunting to us. You’ll just have to run around and lure it to us.” – Dean couldn’t help himself but smile, checking on Spencer through the rearview mirror. – “So I’m just bait?” – he specified with a slight panic. – “That’s right Daphne so buckle up.” – Dean joked. – “But Daphne always get’s caught in Scooby Doo.” – Spencer called out. – “Then you better not get caught.” – Dean answered stepping on the gas.

Spencer swallowed nervously leaning back in his seat. – “It will be alright Spence.” – you said trying not to smile. Picturing Spencer’s first hunt seemed overly funny to you. Spencer quirked his eyebrow at you, trying to figure out if you were smiling at him or laughing about him. You quickly kissed him to stop overthinking it. Spencer sighed deep feeling a bit anxious about his first hunt of the supernatural.

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