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chershire23 · 9 months ago

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Radio Rules.

(Warnings: Death, Gore, blood and mentions of rape.

I had a lot of fun writing this so i hope you all enjoy!)

“Who cares what they're wearing on Main Street, or Saville Row,” A female voice sings out as a young woman with hair, red as fire can be seen dancing through the trees. The night was dark yet the moon shone bright making it the perfect stage. This young woman didn't have many friends as people tended to avoid her. She didn't know why though. She was quite friendly yet her happy demeanor and seemingly never faltering smile tend to creep people out. A cracking of branches echoes to her right and she swings around to see what it was, falling silent as to listen for anything else.

More rustling can be heard from her left and then even more to her right. The girl can feel her heart racing in her chest as she swings this way and that, trying to see who or what is making all the noise. Finally she decides to run. She runs as fast as her short legs could carry her. Just when it seems she would be able to make it to the road, she screams tripping over an upturned root. crying, she tries to crawl further away. She doesn't make it far though as a group of hands grab onto her legs. “Al!” She manages to scream out as she is dragged into the darkness.

Sam walks into the main room of the bunker where Dean can be seen playing a game of operation with Jack. “God Dammit!” Dean exclaims dropping the tweezers as he once again messes up causing the game to buzz. The young nephilim miles a little, doing his best to hold in his laughter as Dean throws his temper tantrum. “Hey guys, I think I found us another case.” Sam says as he puts his computer in front of his brother and adopted nephew. The article it was on said “30 People Missing In Less Than Two Weeks One Found Dead.” “It looks like it might be a big Vampire nest, at least based on the description of the one they found dead. The article further down says that the man found was completely drained of his blood.” Sam says, explaining the new case to them.

“Ok so let's head down and gank some blood sucking bitches and get it over with. Where is the case located?” Dean asks as he pushes away the game he was previously mad at. “That's the thing we are gonna need both Jack and Cas to teleport us there in order to prevent more deaths. It's in a city called Gillette, it's in Wyoming near the border of South Dakota. That's too far for us to drive.” Sam explains as he looks at Jack. “Well Cas should be back in a few minutes with dinner so we can eat during the drive after me and Cas get you all close to the town.” Jack says with a nod to the other two.

An hour later the four of them arrive in the city of Gillette. They pull up to the nearest gas station and form a plan. “Okay me and Cas will do the FBI stuff and you guys act as toursest. We split up and look for any clues on who the vamps could be and where the nest is.” Dean says from the front seat of the Impala. Everyone agrees with the plan and they split up from there with Sam and Jack asking people around town about what has been happening and Dean and Cas take off to interview some of the relatives of the missing people. “Ok who do we want to talk to first?” Dean asks as he goes through a file case listing all the different people they might need to talk to. I say those who knew the most recent missing person.” Castiel suggests as he adjusts his tie and makes sure his weapons are hidden and secure and Dean nods in agreement.

Soon they come up to the first house and knock on the door. A scruffy looking man in his early twenties answered and it looked as if he had been crying. “Hello my name is agent Rob Bishop this is agent Jake Hopper FBI and we are here to ask you some questions about the most recent missing person, a Riely Altruist.” Dean says playing his role very well as the young man looks at him before nodding and letting them inside, leading them to the couch.

“I don't know what happened to her but I want to. I mean who wouldnt want to know what happened to their best fucking friend especily in a situation like this?” The young man who they have now identified as Logan Poxan says his voice breaking like he is about to start crying again. “Do you have any idea why anyone would have targeted her?” Cas asks him leaning forward, his eyes narrowed in concern for the girl as well as others who were kidnapped. “No not really, I mean Riely was fucking crazy but she wouldnt hurt anyone.” Logan exclaims and Dean then hands him a box of tissues allowing him to blow his nose. “Can you describe her to us personality and look wise so we can get a better view on why someone would kidnap her?” Dean asks as he leans back into his seat.

“Well she has red hair that tends to have a mind of its own half the time. She's a short little shit standing at 4’10. She was very friendly towards almost everyone and never seemed to frown. It was kinda creepy at times but you got used to it.” Logan says describing the young woman. “What about her build?” Cas asks watching for any signs of deception or him withholding information. “She was a little on the bigger side, not unhealthy or anything, she's just a bit chunky. Big boned ya know?” Logan says, looking between the two men.

“Ok well we better go, we have a few more people to talk to. Here's our number, call us if you remember anything important that could help us with the case.” Cas hands the young man a fake business card with the number to one of their burner phones. Logan takes it with a grateful nod and walks them to the front door. They make it to the car and wave at Logan before driving away, they make it no more than a block away before Dean’s phone rings. Cas takes it and answers by putting it on speaker phone as Dean drives. “Whatcha got Sammy?” Dean calls out. Standing on the sidewalk near a tattoo shop Sam answers.

“Well I know that the vamps were not picky in who they took. The victims were a mix of almost anyone you can think of from an old farmer to the young woman they took two days ago.” Sam explains watching Jack run across the street to him with two ice cream cones in each hand. He offers one to Sam who takes it gratefully as it was hot as balls out and thanks to Jack's Nephilim magic the other ice creams wouldn't start melting till he gave them to Dean and Cas.

“I also think that the nest is somewhere in the black hills. It's about a thirty minute drive from here but that's where most people have gone missing.” Sam says before taking a lick of his ice cream. “OK we will pick you up and head there next.” Dean says, nodding to Cas to hang up the phone. “Dean, we will find them and we will save those who are still alive.” Cas says gently, taking Dean's hand in his.

(elsewhere)

The cell they had Riely locked in was cold, damp, and had blood splattered across the walls. Yet her smile never faltered, instead it just made it turn into a smirk. Also due to her biting, clawing and kicking habit the vampires have chained her up not allowing her to move her arms and there is a chain connecting her leg to the wall. A male vampire enters the cell blood dripping down his face and neck from his latest feed. “Jesus christ you are as creepy as the others say.” He says crouching down to be eye to eye with Riely. Her eyes just widen in amusement along with her smirk.

She gives no indication of fear, despite how terrified she is on the inside. Her grandpa always told her a smile was a powerful weapon and she was keen on using it especially in situations like these. She could actually get out of here anytime she wanted given the voodoo she was taught but she wants to save as many as she can and for that it requires patience. Not many will die and she knows that given how these vampires like to slow feed. They like to keep their victims alive as long as possible and full of liquids to produce more blood for them. Essentially using them as cattle for slaughter.

“Don’t worry though creepy one, your turn will be soon and i bet your blood is very rich. I also bet if I asked the boss would let me have my own way for you when I get to feed from that neck of yours.” The Vampire says creepily whilst trailing a finger down the vain of her neck. Riely suddenly jerks her head down and latches tightly onto the vampire's hand. Jerking her head back and forth like a rabid dog, blood splattering onto her face. He screams out as he manages to rip his hand from her surprisingly sharp teeth and powerful jaws. He stares in horror at his hand and then her as she giggles manically, her feet slapping the ground in what one considers a playful manner.

“You crazy bitch!” he roars out before kicking her in the chest knocking her further to the ground. This doesn't stop her laughter though as she stares at him with burning hatred. He leaves slamming the cell shut behind him. She just stares after him waiting a few moments to make sure he is truly gone before moving to the side revealing a half finished summoning sigil.

(Back to the Winchesters)

Headlights can be seen as the Impala pulls off to the side of a rocky dirt road. “Ok we stop here and search for the nest.” Dean says as he shoves Baby's keys into his boot. They all get out of the car and walk to the trunk. Sam opens it before passing radios and machetes to everyone. “Okay we are gonna split into groups. This time I will go with Cas, Dean, you and Jack will go together. You find the nest radio in and we will meet you there as back up.” Everyone nods in agreement to the plan.

(Time skip)

Dean and Jack are about an hour into their hike when rustling can be heard. Both men freeze, drawing their guns. While the gun will not kill the vampires it sure as hell will stun them long enough for someone to chop off their head. Dean and Jack are back to back turning in a circle. Then the bushes in front of Dean rustles and a bunny jumps out infront of them and Dean lowers his gun. “Really? We got scared by Bugs Bunny.” Dean grumbles and Jack stares at the rabbit intensely for a moment before saying, “But he doesn’t have gloves.” before turning and giving Dean a confused look.

Dean rolls his eyes but doesn’t get the chance to talk before he's knocked out with a baseball bat wielding vamp. “Dean! Get away from him!” Jack roars out as his eyes start to glow bright with angelic power. He doesn't get the chance to lash out though as another vampire wielding a bat knocks him out too. Both vampires grin maliciously at each other before dragging the two Winchester to their nest. Now they have four more cows for them to add to the herd. They load Dean and Jack up in the back of their truck next to Sam and Cas.

(an hour later)

All four boys wake up with splitting headaches. Their heads pounding as if they had been hit with a freight train. Castiel and Jack have cuffs with angel wards on them dampening their powers. And Jack, while he could break out of these, does not want to risk an outburst of power so close to his family. “Well well well, look who finally woke up! Evening sunshines!” A cheery voice calls out from next to them. All heads turn to the fiery redhead sharing their cell. Her face covered in bruises and blood. “Riely Altruist?” Sam asks hesitantly a little creeped out by her cheery demeanor and bright smile that seems to highlight all the blood.

“Yep, it's me.” she says with a bright smile. “You guys are the Winchesters right?” she asks him, her smile unwavering. “Yeah and how do you know about us?” Dean asks now somewhat suspicious. “Oh everyone of the supernatural worth their salt Hunter or not knows about you guys.” She answers back. “Are you a hunter?” Jack asks her with a tilt of his head. “Oh, Hahahah no uh no i'm not a hunter. But let's just say this is not the first time I've dealt with the supernatural.” Riley giggles out and the boys look at her now really suspicious. “So do you guys have a plan to get out of her, because if not I do.” She says moving to the side to reveal the completed sigil.

“Is that a demon summoning sigil?” Castiel asks with a growl. He believed if this girl summoned a demon it would kill everyone. “Oh don't get your feathers in a bind. He won't hurt anyone unless they hurt me.” she says and in that moment two vampires enter the room. One of them was the creep from before. “Alright you crazy bitch it's your turn.” He sneers. But before they could move or the boys could protest she slams a freed and bloody hand onto the sigil shouting the incantation. “Alastor daemonem rubeum in hos voco. Vocationem meam audi et nos omnes serva, et horum immortalium parasitorum carne remuneraberis. (Alastor demon in red heed my call. Free everyone here and you shall taste the flesh of immortal parasites.) “Please grandpa help us.” she whispers meekly, her body weak as a summoning spell takes a lot out of one so young.

The Sigil glows red and the lights above them flicker. The room shakes and the radio outside the cell distortedly starts playing the song “Never fully dressed without a smile”. Everyone is frozen in place as a shadowed inky hand emerges from the center of the sigil. It slams into the ground, claws splintering the wood as it pulls a body up from the depths of hell. This hellish creature stands up as ink drips off its body revealing a man dressed in red from head to toe, even his hair is red. But aside from coming from hell this being had some peculiar attributes. He had antlers on his head, they were small but noticeable between two tufts of hair that look suspiciously like deer ears.

He stands still in between the captives and the vampires. One of the vampires steps forward his curiosity getting the better of him. Just as he reaches a hand out to touch this new creature, the red monster's eyes snap open. And like the rest of him they two are red as blood and slitted like a snakes. “Hmm are you the one who summoned me dear fellow?” he asks his voice distorted like it was coming from an old 30’s radio broadcast. “No i dont actually think you are you couldn’t possibly,” He goes into a rant but stops upon turning around and seeing the scene behind him. Riely his apprentice, his own flesh and blood. His great granddaughter, the girl he raised since her parents died in that horrid crash tied up in chains. Blood dripping down her face and hands. Her smile strained as she looks up at him.

“Hey papa.” She says before collapsing from exhaustion. Alastor rushes towards his granddaughter, catching her before she can hit the ground. “M̴͕͝ǫ̸̩̐n̸̨̎ ̴͙͉̽p̶͈͍̑ę̴̹̚t̷̟̺͗i̷̬̣͆̋ẗ̵͎́̀ ̶̗̂̉f̷̹͉͊a̴͕̿̚ǘ̵̢̱n̵̨͆̈e̶̘̓,̵̩̊̈́ ̶̧͊̆d̵̼̟̎i̴͍̙̔̅d̸̩̗̂̉ ̷͕̈́͝t̶̳̲͒͠h̶͍̱́͝ḛ̵̎̚ẏ̶͉̒͜ ̴̼̿d̶͎̤̓͝ǒ̵̖̬̿ ̸̻̣̄t̵͖̽h̶̲̃͗i̴͖͑͛s̴̨̈́ ̸̭̺̓̇t̷͙͘͝ỏ̸̫̊ ̸̰̄̈́y̵̝̬͂o̸̼͑u̵̪͆?̵͈̂͐” He asks her unconscious body his voice becoming distorted before snapping his head around like an owl towards the vampires. The unholy sound of his neck snapping causes everyone to flinch back in fear. Alastor gently places his granddaughter on the ground before standing up. With a flick of his wrist the chains containing Sam, Dean, Jack and Cas all fall to the ground. G̷̱̎̾ḙ̴̽t̵̤͝ ̴̛̞̀m̶̦͜͠y̸͙̿ ̵̮͇̃l̷̠͇̀͂i̸̞͊t̴͎̬̽̽t̴̠͝ͅl̶͍͈͝e̵͙̎͝ ̴̭͖̔ġ̴͇ị̵̿͘r̶̰̹͊̉l̷̰̅̃ ̵̼̈́a̶̯͆ṅ̶͛͜d̸̳̙͊̆ ̸͉̻̈â̶̮̊n̵̹̔̕ỵ̷̝͝ ̶͈̾o̵͙͌t̶̗̞̓h̶̥̓e̷̞̰̓r̵̮͖͐́s̵̞͛ ̶̣̻̐o̴͙͇̒ú̷̠͔t̵̬͕͒ ̴̞̇ó̸͍̜f̵̣̲̌͘ ̶͎̭̿h̴̦̳͛ẽ̵͎̙ŗ̷̗͐͌ẻ̵̪̦̓.̸̠̔ ̴̯̀I̵̠̬͑͝ ̴̠͆̈́w̶̮̱̅i̶̡̤͝l̴̙̑͌l̴̢̙̋̚ ̵̬̎͝d̶͓̤̽͝e̴̹̙͛a̴̛̟͂ͅl̴͖̐̋ ̷̠̅w̵̝̲̕į̴̃͘t̴̙̯̽h̶̥͉̕ ̵̻͚͌ṫ̶̮̖h̵̙̤͑e̷͕̯̐͆s̶̭̄e̸̼̓̿ ̴̩͛̕p̷̳̠̊͝ẹ̸̉̏ṣ̴̏t̸͓̆͌ş̶̗͑.̵̝̻̏ ̵̺͂͘. The boys hesitantly nod as Dean picks Riely up and carries her out of the nest laying her gently on the ground before running back in to join the rest of his family in freeing all the other hostages.

As Dean runs down the corridors looking for anyone else and keeping an eye out for vamps. He leans against a wall gun drawn as screaming could be heard. He looks over the wall down the next corridor and flinches as a vampire is thrown through a wall close by. It lays unconscious in the rubble and a giant figure emerges. Dean recognises it as the demon from before. Except this time it was bigger and its limbs including the neck and antlers had grown as well as became distorted. And his eyes had turned to radio dials. It grabs the vampire by the leg, picked him up and bites him in half. “Jesus.” Dean whispers but apparently it was loud enough for the demon to snap his head towards his direction.

Dean pulls out of the demon's line of sight before running down the hall. He doesn't pay attention though and is dragged into a room. Regaining his composure he pulls out his gun and points it at whoever just grabbed him. Riely stands in front of him with a smile still on her face after all that has happened. “You can put that down ya know.” She says moving the gun out of her face with a finger. “How? How the hell are you awake?” Dean stutters out confused as he just laid her outside unconscious moments ago. “You know i've always loved acting.” She says not fully answering his question.

“Now let's get everyone out of here. Don't want anymore deaths do you?” She questions him as he follows her through the halls. Eventually she leads him to a room where they find Sam, Jack and Cas all working quickly to unlock all the cells. They all start helping each other to heal and free all the captives. The room suddenly shakes as if an earthquake had hit. “Okay everyone we need to leave.” Riely says in a chipper voice. Her tone helping to calm everyone who was scared and hurt, making sure no more panic insured.

Moments later everyone stands outside the vamp nest which has now been revealed to everyone as an old military missile silo.

“Guess Vamps really will nest anywhere they can.” Sam says surprised that the U.S government hasn't noticed one of their own bases being used. “Yeah well the government only cares about how much they can tax from us and how much power they have over the public. It's quite entertaining ya know?” Riely says, smiling up at him. He givers her a nervous nod back before his attention is once more brought back to the entrance to the building.

The entire thing had gone up in flames. Debris flying left and right as the silo exploded. Everyone watches in a mix of horror and relief. “Now that was quite fun, yet Riely child you must really learn to better defend yourself. I won't always be there to protect you and you won't always be able to summon me.” A radio like voice said from behind them.everyone turns around with a jump and aside from the Winchesters what they see is not what they were expecting. Alastor stands behind him looking quite giddy and satisfied by the new meal he just had as well as the new entertainment he got to enjoy.

“Grampa!” Riely exclaims running to hug the man despite Cas’s attempt to hold her back. Alastor glady embraces her, running a hand gently through her hair. “I’m glad you are alright Mon petit faune.” Alastor whispers gently. “Ok how did you get out of there without any of us noticing.” An older man asks, confused at all he has witnessed in the last week. “Now my good fellow its best not to worry yourself about such frivolous things. I say we get all of you home and that you forget everything that has happened!” Alastor says with a joyful yet creepy smile that matches Riely’s. He then taps his staff on the ground twice and everyone aside from himself, Riely and the hunters disappear returning to their homes.

The Winchesters look around in shock. They knew first hand how powerful demons were but this is something else. This demon is more powerful than even yellow eyes. “Now that that's taken care of, I shall take Riely home and you boys can go on your way, hmm.” Alastor hums his smile tightening as he watches how stiff these men become. Subtly he places his cane in front of Riely like a makeshift shield. “I agree!” Jack suddenly exclaims. “I, I think we should go, and that we should let them go. I mean they did just save all those people.” Jack explains his shoulders shrugging a bit, his eyes darting from his family to the demon.

The adults hesitantly nod their heads. They turn towards the direction where Dean parked the car. But before they left Jack snapped a quick photo on his phone of Alastor. He wanted to show it to the others hoping that if he caused any trouble in the future they would remember what he looked like.

(Time Skip)

It had been a while since they left Gillette and Jack decided to Show the others the photo he managed to take. “Okay Jack let us see it. If it's not too blurry we’ll send it to the other hunters, tell 'em to watch out for the guy.” Sam says but when Jack opens up the photo its covered in static and voodoo sigils. “What the fuck?” Dean mumbles and it was then jack gets a text from an unknown number and the text says. “Never do that again. His face was only made for Radio. :)”

Mon petit faune = my little faun.

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quietwingsinthesky · 2 years ago

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👀👀👀 Sorry for adding to your work but can I get Sam drinking Lucifer's blood

Hello hello hello anon sorry for the wait but hopefully the extra uh 3000 words makes up for it <3 and also born-again identity fix-it since it’s topical for me atm.

Sam is very familiar with dying.

It’s usually faster than this. He closes his eyes, and he’s facing Dean in Cold Oak with a knife in his spine or he’s sitting on a motel bed with a shotgun pointed at his chest. It hurts, but it’s brief like a ripped off band-aid. He goes into the cold, beckoning dark. He feels safe there. All the world fades away. Just like falling asleep, he wakes up a little later, his wounds vanished like a dream but the dried blood on his clothes left as a warning.

He’s never marinated in his own death before. He can feel it seeping into his pores. His head is throbbing like thunder even when Lucifer shuts up, too far gone to survive this without a miracle that isn’t coming. He was wondering a while ago what parts of him would fail first, and Lucifer “helped” by counting down the hours for him, straddling Sam’s torso with his fingers trailing over his skin. Poking Sam’s ribs vindictively as he laid out exactly when Sam could expect his organs to give up the fight. “First time dying alone, Sammy?” he said, doing that awful thing where his voice got soft and sympathetic just so that he could tear it away a moment later. “Dean’s not going to make it back in time. We knew that the minute he left.” Sam looked away from him, heave of his head to the side. “I’m here. I won’t leave you. Isn’t that comforting?”

He’d waited for a response. Sam couldn’t give him one. He’d decided to find the answer inside Sam instead, a vivisection that stretched on and on until Sam couldn’t cry anymore, and when it was over, there was no blood, no cuts, just Lucifer looking so pleased with himself as Sam tried not to throw up. Sam was too tired to do anything but turn away from him again.

Something new had kept Sam awake the past few days as his time ran out. A sound he’d been deafened by once before as the final seal broke and the Cage opened under his feet and all the light and power that was Lucifer came screaming out. Hearing it now made his teeth rattle. He’s never heard his hallucination make anything close to that noise. He taunts and insults and shouts in a very human way. Even his torture is crude and physical. Sam isn’t fit to be haunted by an angel, no matter how fallen. When the sound finally went silent again, Sam wasn't sure if he was relieved or not.

His hallucination hadn’t given him more than a day before Sam’s liver fails first. He might be lying. The fallen-out hairs on Sam’s pillow beg to differ.

Sam’s mind is filled with calm and dreadful certainty. It’s over. He lost.

And Lucifer still won’t shut up. He’s doing it to rub it in now, gloating. Sam weakly cups his ears, and that does nothing to block it out.

There’s been someone else in his room for the past day. She looks like a woman, finely dressed, watching him impassively as his condition worsens. She’s not one of the staff. He’s pretty sure no one else can see her, no one but him and Lucifer.

“Vulture,” Lucifer spits at her, “I’m not finished. Find somewhere else to circle.” She doesn’t react except to look at her watch and then look at Sam. There is something like pity in her eyes, the hollow sort that brings no comfort and takes no action. Sam feels weirdly grateful to Lucifer for snapping at her like a feral dog, even if she can’t hear it. There’s no way he could do it himself.

It’s not hard to guess what she is and who she’s here for.

Sam stares at her as his head throbs. Every part of his body aches. His heartbeat feels weak. She frowns, nods, and taps her watch. Not long, then. He wishes Dean hadn’t bothered to try and save him. He wants one last embrace, Dean’s voice all rough and faux hopeful telling him it’ll be okay, they figure this out. If nothing else, it’s comforting that with Crowley’s hands on the reins of Hell, no demon alive will be taking a deal with Dean.

Sam’s tired. It’s okay. He won’t fight. He’ll go quiet.

“Back to me,” Lucifer says, because he never lets Sam forget it.

Sam doesn’t even care. He’s out of vacation days. It’s back to the Cage, where he belongs. Castiel never should have pulled him out. Dean never should have dragged his soul along, too. He wasn’t worth the effort.

Lucifer laughs again. Sam flinches. The reaper folds her arms.

And then, for the first time in days, there’s silence.

Sam doesn’t trust it. He doesn’t let his eyes close. The longer it stretches on, the more his body tenses in anticipation. The other shoe will drop. It’s only a matter of time.

He hears a beating sound. His hair gets blown out of place, tickling his face. He can see three people in his room.

“Sam?” asks Lucifer, softly. He doesn’t look very good. He’s bleeding, open sores that line his face, his hands, and probably other places Sam can’t see. Sam’s head swims. His eyes waver back to the Lucifer who was here first, who doesn’t have a mark on him and never has. He wears his face like he never needed Sam’s.

“It isn’t enough I have to share you with her. Now I’m encroaching on my own territory?” he says like he’s about to throw a tantrum.

The other Lucifer turns to face him. Sam’s hallucination of him is as caught off-guard as Sam feels. Lucifer, the one who bleeds, tilts his head, looks this image of himself up and down, and when he looks back over at Sam, his expression is contorted in sorrow. “Is that how you see me?” he asks.

“It’s what we are,” the hallucination answers for Sam. Sam’s not sure which ‘we’ he’s talking about.

“Be quiet,” Lucifer orders. Sam’s eyes widen as the impossible happens, a flicker along the edge of his hallucination’s appearance.

“If Sam can’t make me, what makes you think you-“ There’s a desperate edge to his tone, wholly unlike the way he ever sounded when Sam banished him. Lucifer glares at him.

“I said, shut up.”

He’s gone. Just like that. Sam exhales. Lucifer turns to the reaper.

“You can leave.”

The reaper’s voice follows, “We have an appointment.” Lucifer sighs heavily.

“You had one.” He comes closer to Sam, sitting on the side of the cot. Sam shuts his eyes tight. Lucifer touches his shoulder. He feels cold. With all the hellfire in Sam’s head, he’d forgotten that. “He belongs to me. When he dies, I’m who you’d deliver his soul to.” He waits a beat. “Am I right?”

“You are,” the reaper confirms.

“Then your role here’s irrelevant. I’m collecting him personally.” Sam shakes. Lucifer’s attention turns, his hand weighing heavier on Sam’s shoulder. “Don’t be afraid, Sam. I’m here.” He pets Sam’s hair, and he grimaces when strands pull free too easily. “I let you out of my sight for five minutes…” his voice trails off. There’s too much pain in it for him to speak around. He swallows and looks back over his shoulder at the reaper. “I told you to leave.”

“I still have to make sure that his soul crosses over.” She makes Sam sound like a job. An important one, but still just business. Lucifer hates that. Sam’s not sure how he knows exactly, but he can feel it prickling under his own skin.

“It won’t be.” Lucifer’s fingers trail over Sam’s face, from the bags under his eyes to the almost healed bruises from his accident. “I won’t tell you again. I have spent the last century dragging myself out of Hell to find him. You don’t want to be the one to get in my way now.” She makes an extremely disgruntled sigh.

And then there’s only one person in the room with Sam. Alone together at last.

Sam’s eyes want to close badly. This Lucifer is so quiet, his touch so gentle and calming.

“No, not yet, Sam,” Lucifer says. “If you fall asleep now, you won’t wake up. Let’s not get on Death’s nerves anymore than we already have.” Sam whimpers. He should have known this was all too good to be true. Not even this Lucifer will let him sleep. “I know,” he murmurs, “I know. Believe me, I plan to whisk you away to a much more comfortable bed than this one and force you to sleep for a week, but there’s something we have to take care of first.” Lucifer’s hand slides down his body to rest on his chest. Sam breathes in, pushing his hand up minutely. His eyes narrow for a moment, searching. What he finds makes his frown deepen.

Sam makes a questioning noise. It’s more than he’s been able to force himself to do for a while. Lucifer’s made him talkative. Lucifer glances up to meet his eyes before fixing them back on Sam’s middle. “There’s a lot of damage here, Sam. The Cage doesn’t let anything go that easily. I don’t know how you’ve survived this long.” Sam almost chokes on a laugh. Easily. “I know how to heal you. I need your consent to-“

“No,” Sam croaks. Lucifer stops.

“I don’t want you to die,” he says, stubborn and upset.

“I'm not your vessel.” Speaking makes Sam feel like he’s going to vomit or pass out or both. Lucifer’s eyes widen for a moment before he regains his composure.

"That's not what I'm asking." Sam finds that hard to believe. Both of their bodies are falling apart. "You really think I'm just a monster, don't you?" He looks like Sam has actually hurt him. Sam... isn't sure what he thinks. His head is too filled with smoke, the clashing battle between the Lucifer in his mind who wanted to tear into him and the one sitting on his cot who wants to put him back together. He can't make them fit together. Lucifer is touching his face again. His thumb presses against Sam's lips like that's the closest either of them can bear to a kiss. "You need a little of me inside you for your body to be strong enough to heal itself, but that doesn't mean I have to take you as a vessel." Sam makes a face. "Stop looking at me like that. It wasn't an innuendo. I'm offering to bleed for you."

The fear that clutches Sam's chest makes his weak heart do double-time. He tries to push Lucifer's hand away from his face, but even if he had been human, Sam doubts he could have. "No," he forces out, "no, please, don't."

"Sam, calm down. You'll hurt yourself." Sam refuses. He won't do it again. He won't become that thing again, the monster Dean wanted to put down, selfish and arrogant and the reason the whole world was going to end. He won't let Lucifer turn him into that. Lucifer doesn't move, both hands on Sam's shoulders to keep him from trying to roll out of the bed to escape. He speaks slowly, pulling Sam back from the edge of panic, "I'm not a demon. My blood isn't addictive and it can't change you. Nothing about me can change you." His palm cups Sam's face again. "I'm already a part of you."

He's telling the truth. Sam can feel it. He doesn't understand how.

"Do I have your consent?" Lucifer asks again. Sam looks into his eyes. Lucifer cares about his answer. Sam inhales sharply as he realizes that Lucifer will save him, but that he also loves Sam enough to let him go. He won't be happy about it, but he'll respect that last wish. Sam can say no. Maybe it's a meaningless gesture when his soul will still be folded into Lucifer's grace, but if he really wants this to be over, if it's too much, than he can close his eyes and go to sleep. It'll be just like every other time, brief pain, into the dark, to be kept safe, only this time he will never wake up. Sam lays his hand over Lucifer's. All the devil cares about is what will make him happy.

"Yes," Sam decides. Lucifer is here, and it feels like he can breathe again. Quickly, Lucifer withdraws his hand. A cut opens over a patch of unblemished skin. It will be cleaner that way, but Sam's exhausted mind wonders if Lucifer would let him up to press his mouth against the burns and lick the blood up from them. He doesn't have long to contemplate that before Lucifer holds the cut over his mouth. Bright red blood drips from the cut, dotting Sam's chapped lips. His tongue slides out to taste it and more fall into his open mouth. It’s nothing like demon blood. The only similarity is how quickly the need for more consumes his thoughts. A drop or two isn't enough to sate him. He reaches for Lucifer's arm, hands trembling, and drags the cut down to his mouth. Lucifer lets him, leaning in to give Sam a better angle to latch onto the wound.

The cut is deep enough that when Sam sucks on it, it flows into his mouth like a stream. Lucifer's veins are opened up for him. Sam shuts his eyes, losing himself to it in seconds. There's a voice in the back of his head demanding that he pull all of Lucifer inside him, where he belongs, where Sam needs him. With thirsty gulps, he tries to make that a reality. Lucifer's other hand strokes his hair, lifting Sam's head slightly so that he doesn't choke while he's drinking. Sam's tongue keeps the cut wet, wriggling its way into Lucifer's flesh greedily like he can coax out more blood that way. The supply is steady, always enough to fill Sam's mouth, but not so much that he can't swallow it down in time. Lucifer's vessel obeys him, and it won't heal itself until Sam has first.

"Take everything you need," Lucifer encourages. Sam is holding on too tight, his nails digging little crescents into Lucifer's already bruised skin. He doesn't complain. Sam's not sure he can even feel it above the delirious joy of part of him being accepted back into Sam's body. "Take it all, if you want to. You can. I'd let you." Sam pulls off the cut to breathe. It still drips over his gasping mouth, drops rolling down his tongue to the back of his throat. The metallic taste lingers. There's no sulfur in Lucifer's blood, nothing but pure salvation, saved for Sam alone.

Drinking from him feels like trying to swallow an nuclear reactor. Sam can't get enough of him. The remnants of Lucifer's grace are mixed in with every drop, filling Sam up. Under his skin, he feels like his insides are being caressed, every pain wiped away. His heartbeat strengthens as Lucifer's grace gets into his own veins and powers the cells through. The fog in Sam's head doesn't lift, but it clears more than it has in days.

He brings Lucifer's wrist back to his mouth and latches on again.

Sam holds onto him with more strength than his body should have. He keeps drinking, mouthful after mouthful. With each breath, each heartbeat, Lucifer’s grace pumps further through every organ. Sam’s lips are smeared with his blood.

He’s not sure how long he drinks from Lucifer. He goes until his stomach starts to protest and Lucifer himself looks pale and unsteady. He’s stopped petting Sam’s hair to keep a hand against the cot, leaning heavily on it but never taking away his blood. Sam laps at his wrist gratefully before he pushes it away. It’s the reminder he’s needed for months of his own willpower.

Lucifer looks worse than he did when he arrived. There’s another wound blistering at the collar of his shirt. Sam reaches for him. Lucifer offers his wrist again, but Sam bypasses it, grasping his shoulder and drawing him close. Lucifer bows over Sam as Sam gently kisses the burns. He wishes that was enough to heal Lucifer.

“What’s the plan now?” Sam asks. He’s running on the strength of his high, but beneath it, he can still feel his body trying to shut him down and pass out. He resists of his own free will for a few moments longer in Lucifer’s presence. Lucifer smiles.

”That was the plan. I came to save you, and now I have.” Sam presses his lips against a scabbed-over sore. Lucifer is so beautiful. He’d almost forgotten that with only the pale imitation of his hallucination to look at. “I can bring you somewhere more comfortable to rest if you give me a minute to recover.”

”And after that?”

”I don’t know.” His eyes drift over to the desk on the opposite side of the room. It’s empty. It will remain empty. Sam can’t feel the whispering inside of his head that means the hallucination is about to come back. Even if it did, Lucifer has chased it off once.

“Stay with me,” Sam says. Lucifer looks back at him. He’s surprised, but with the offer given freely, he won’t deny himself what he needs. If Lucifer had a hard time existing without Sam when he had a purpose, as terrible an ends as the Apocalypse was, Sam can’t imagine he’d have any idea how to find his way in the world now without him.

And more importantly, Sam missed him.

”Okay,” Lucifer breathes, turning his head so that Sam’s next kiss presses to his mouth. It leaves his own blood on bottom lip, which Sam licks off. Then, he brushes another kiss to a burn on Lucifer’s chin. “They're only going to get worse,” Lucifer tells him. “I can’t heal them.”

“As long as we can figure out a way for your vessel to hold you, I don’t care.” He kisses another. This one is bleeding, and Sam doesn’t spare a thought to kissing it anyway. “Besides, I’ve got some new scars to show you, too.”

”Later,” Lucifer says. He lays Sam back down. Sam doesn’t resist. Not even the angel blood inside him can keep him conscious now. Lucifer lays his hand over Sam’s eyes. “I promise, when you wake up, it won’t be in this cell.” Sam chuckles weakly. The moment before he passes out, he remembers that Dean is going to return at some point. He opens his mouth to tell Lucifer to leave a note for him or something to let Dean knows that the devil’s (consensually) kidnapping his brother, but he’s gone before he can get a single word out.

#Sam needs a goddamn nap that’s for sure #anyway. Lucifer/Sam blood drinking one of my favorite tropes for them truly love it so much #it’s got everything it’s got devotion it’s got overcoming past trauma it’s got minor cannibalism it’s sooo good I loved writing this #and it gave me an excuse to make this episode have a happy ending for both of them. goodbye hallucifer hello real lucifer who acts normal #and not like a mockery of himself #thank u for the prompt anon and again so sorry for the wait! love u 😘#spn #ask #prompt fill #lucifer spn #sam winchester #samifer #fanfiction #tw blood

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limetimo · 2 years ago

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Who You Really Are by Ayolen Severus is a girl and he swaps bodies with Lily via a potions accident; Sev in Lily's body is a Marauder's magnet and Lily in Sev's body says yes to a date with Regulus

Fire In Love by English is my death (Lena013) One Piece's Ace, Sabo and Luffy get reincarnated as Regulus, Lily and Harry and they might not live happily ever after but they do live happily for a little while. Very nice

two coffins for sleep by Anonymous for brightened ♥♥♥ Severus treats Regulus' cave-poisioning

The Unknowable Room by QSWP I'm really interested to know where this is going. Lily and Regulus get stuck in a deathly escape room, escape with their life intact, but the mystery remains to be solved

The Depths of the Abyss by Anonymous ♥♥♥♥♥ Wartime Bartylus my beloved I am soft I am tender

Everything Has Changed (Taylor's version) by Youvebeenfandomed Reg gets yote to 1995

Double date by Arik_readsbooks Pandalily Jegulus doubledate!

You've Got Us by Arik_readsbooks Barty and Evan comfort Regulus when he's a saddo

l'éphémère (the ephemeral) by anouri Ballet dancer Regulus gets hit by James on a motorcycle and his leg is FUCKED and since he hit da bricks and changed his name he has nobody to help him while he recovers and so James takes it on himself and it's slowburn

Of Middle Names and Myth by DefinitelyNotStraight bamf blacks

A (somewhat unconventional) Black Family Getaway by Trex_patronus PoA but Regulus is also a Azkaban escapee ♥♥♥

Grey by Nevermindmeatall182 a lot of Regulus whump, read the tags

After all, he's mine by anauro for otrtbs ♥♥♥♥♥ Bad Romance by Lady Gaga is the BArtylus soundtranck bye

Tempest by pjxckson James loses a bet, models nude for an art class, and has sex with Regulus in the bathroom

someday by justwhatialwayswanted crying screaming throwing up I love them your honour Regulus/Evan

tomorrow by justwhatialwayswanted CRYING SCRAMING THROWING UP I LOVE THEM SO MUCH YOUR HONOUR Regulus legally breaks Barty out of Azkaban

daisy chain lovers by Beyond_the_Grace Regulus fucks off to muggle world and dates petunia evans and the world is a better place and harry grows up loved

we'll be okay, won't we? by bee_the_nerd good vibes good vibes, Jegulily!

birthright and brotherhood by paldogangsaan Sirius runs away. Regulus ensures he can remain free.

The Curse of Juno by LdyBastet Lucius/Severus sexy times but Reg is mentioned so like, good enough

Severus' Garden by Bonfoi severus is looking for a husby amongst his past lovers

Black Out by ThinLine_Archivist Severus and Sirius have sex, and talk about regulus

To Touch by OnceUponaLegend Regulus as a Thing for Severus' hands, gentle smut

We are all Stardust by rrosie_08 Seer REgulus ayo Jegulus to be

hearts are wild creatures by brightened Black bros incest also sad

Unresting Death by brightened Sirius is upsetti

Forced to Stay by w0scarz muggle au, regulus has to stay with sirius after their parents perish in a oh so mysterious fire

𝔻𝔼𝕁𝔸 𝕍𝕌 by august (cassiehowardstherapist), cassiehowardstherapist regulus is put in Sirius' custody rather unexpectedly, enither of them likes it

Domestic Life, Was Never Quite My Style by Ick_arus Regulus holds harry for the first time

Good summer, Mr Thomas? by BennieLee Out of Lake Quite Mad but from Dean Thomas' view. Regulus looked much saner from the outside than from the inside

sun and shadow by justwhatialwayswanted marauders era ppl in percy jackson au, Regulus the son of hades has a c r u s h on Evan teh son on afrodita and what would you say it might be mutual (it'S sooooooo mutual Regulus is just oblivious)

The Way We Hold Hands by moonshinemaker modern AU Jegulus and Wolfstar "You bitch why are you dating my best friend/brother" we do love to see it

leo by swirlees Regulus survives and becomes a Creatures profesor

supernova by swirlees Creatures professor Regulus Black would like his estranged brother to stop being a bitch and get caught finally. Also hi hello what a good big black doggo yes

A Full Guide To Gardening For Amateurs by aphrsditea James is bipolar and ADHD and Sirius is in AFRICA and James for got to take his pills... quite a few days in row... and his flowers are dying... but his new mysterious mean but pretty neighbour Regulus has really nice plants so maybe he'll help James save his? I devoured this like, in a day

A Way Out by Anonymous a comics! Peter and Regulus the boyfriedns ♥♥♥ meet up to discuss what to do now that they know about horcruxes.

La Sylphide by pjxckson Ballet dancer regulus is so ♥ jegulus

The First of Many by zeddmarker JEgulily dating! Regulily got together first and i like that

Fated to Fall by ouzell soulamates au jegulus

the world i close my eyes to see by tonberrys blind regulus, he gets around

Unmanageable Mischief Podcast by jeepcharlie modern hogwarts podcast!

where the ice burns by jelenaRusso Regulus in Azkaban huhueheehhe ♥♥♥

Bound By Strings by moonyfest the wallout of war in au where regulus was a spy (read the first part first it'll make more sense) Jegulus and marylily

The Consequences Of Our Actions by Dancersock for Booktopus Jegulily domestic fluff!

All the things you want me to do by Samunderthelights Regulus gets drunk and ends up in Jily's bedroom. They might want more than just sex

Dark Red by veriableflowers Jegulily smut but with a lot of emotions

Unexpected turn of events by Morriguns_box James and Regulus semi-accidentally walk in on Lily domming Severus, they both realise they're kinda into that. Endgame Lily/Reg and James/Severus. James POV

Made Real by Maeglin_Yedi Lily fucked up. I don't know how to tell you this girl but PERHAPS the solution to your husband being hit with an infertility curse is NOT designing a magic ring that will trap you until you have sex with the person you're trapped with. Oh how the tables turn, dead dove do not eat

Snakeface by Mr_Customs_Man Marauders pull a prank, it gets out of the hand in unexpected ways, Severus/Regulus and Severus/James

#fic rec #regulus black

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3dumb2potatoes1 · 2 years ago

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Crimes on Hogwarts

Harry Potter fan fiction

TW: RAPE, SEXUAL ASSAULT, GRAPHIC WORDS.

You walk down to the great hall to get breakfast. You hear someone shouting your name. "Y/n!? Y/n!?" You turned your head towards the sound. It's Luna. "Oh. Hey Luna" you say with a light smile on your face. "Where were you yesterday?" "I was at the party, in the common room." "Oh.. I wasn't invited to that.." The silence was loud. Not awkward, but loud.

When you were sitting at breakfast, almost done, Ginny came down to eat. "Why hello there. Glad you finally decided to leave bed" "it's not like i wanted to. Oh no" Ginny said with a tone, that made it hard to tell, if she was scared or sick, when Ron came into the great hall. Ron sat down, apparently, without realizing Ginny was there. Ginny stood up, looked at him in disgust, with tears in her eyes, and ran off.

After, when you got out of the great hall, you asked her, "What in the world was that about?" "I don't know... I just- yesterday, at the party, he did something." She stopped. "What did he do?" "Ginny!? What did he do?" She started to get get a panic attack, "I don't know if i should tell you" "Tell me!," you said with a concerned look on your face. She started to tear up. "Ginny!? What's happening?". And then, she just, pushed you away from her, and ran away. What the hell was that about?

After your lesson in potions, with Harry, Dean, And Seamus , you went to look for Ginny. It was hard doing that, when you couldn't stop thinking about, how Harry had laughed at your joke. (You'd had a crush on him, for years, and the only ones who knew, were Hermione, Ginny, and Luna) I mean... He was a year older than you, but... Did that matter? Snap out of it! You're trying to find Ginny.

"Hey, have you seen Ginny?" You asked Ron. He just looked scared, and said "no." "And what is happening between you guys, anyway? Ginny is acting so weird." "Nothing is happening." He said with a voice that started to sound angry. He sometimes did that kind of stuff. It was weird, but sometimes you would get scared of him. You had never talked to Ginny about it, but you knew, that she knew he could be like that too. Ron walked away. And you let him.

8 hours later

You were so curious what happened between Ron and Ginny, but you needed to study. There were way too many people in the gryffindors common room, so you went upstairs to your bed, so you could study, when you saw Ginny. "Ginny! There you are. I've been looking for you, ever since you ran off!" "I skipped." "Skipped?... Ohhhh. What class?" "All of them." You were too confused to speak. Ginny din't normally skip. "Ginny.... What is happening!?" You said with a concerned, and pleading voice. She hesitated, but then started speaking. "Yesterday at the party, we were all having a good time. I don't know what happened, but i think Ron drank a bit too much, and he seemed, like a whole different person." She stopped "Scary? Weird?" You said. "Yeah... I don't know... He just gets like that sometimes, and i'm wondering if he's on drugs." You stared at her. Maybe that was why he could get like that... "Is that what happened, or?..." You were wondering if there was more to the story. "No." There was a long pause. Then she started to speak again. "I went to go to the boys bathroom, cause it was way too crowded in the girls bathroom... Then i heard muffled screams, from the boys' dormitory. I went to check, cause i was drunk, and curious. When i opened the door...." She paused. "What?" "When i opened the door, i saw Hermione, gagged, naked, and tied to the bed by the ankles and wrists. She was hysterically crying, and screaming." You felt like throwing up, screaming, dying. Was it just sex, or was it.... "I stood there, too stunned to speak, as i got eye contact with Ron. He was also naked, and about to crawl onto her. He looked terrified, as he started to come towards me. I was frozen. He took me violently, by the arm, and pulled me inside. He hit me to the ground, till i passed out. When i woke up, i was in a closet. Also tied up, but only by the wrists. I was too nauseous to do anything. I could hear the desperate, muffled screams from Hermione, the bed squeaking, and Ron grunting. It was nasty. I threw up, and passed out again. I woke up, to Ron commanding Hermione, to put her clothes back on. After 5 scary minutes, she was out the door, still crying. He opened the closet, and did the same to me...."

To be continued...

Made by potato 1

It gave me chills just to write this. Part 2 comes out Monday, the 8th of May, 2023

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dixongrimesgirl · 3 years ago

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The Sleepover

"See you at 7" you say to your boyfriend, Dean, as you hang up the phone. You excitedly start packing your bag. You have dinner at Luke's on your way to Dean's house. When you get to Dean's house you ring the doorbell. "Hi" he says before kissing you. "Hi" you reply as you walk inside. His parents are away so it is just you, Dean and his sister. "Do you want to watch a movie?" He asks. "Sure" You reply. You all decide on Frozen. You are cuddling with Dean on the couch and about half way through the movie he presses one of his fingers between your legs. You gasp. "What's wrong?" His sister asks. "Nothing" you respond, trying to give Dean a "what the hell" look but you can't stop the awkward smile that forms on your lips. You go back to focusing on the movie. When the movie ends, Dean puts Clara to bed and then comes back to the living room. He gives you a quick kiss before sitting down next to you. "What was that about?" you ask. "What?" he asks with a smirk. "You know..." you reply. "I guess I just wanted to touch my beautiful girlfriend." "Well in that case" You lean over and kiss him. "So...what...do...you have...in...mind...for...the rest...of...the night?" You ask in between kisses. The two of you pull apart. "Well, if you're okay with it, I was thinking we could finishing what we started during the movie." He replies. "I'm okay with that" you say. He kisses you passionately and hungrily. He takes his shirt off and you take yours off. He picks you up and carries you to his bedroom. He lays you down on his bed and crawls on top of you. He unhooks your bra and throws it onto the floor. He kisses your lips and then down your neck. "Dean" you moan. He kisses down the valley of your breasts before sucking on one of your nipples. He then sucks on the other nipple, giving both equal attention. He pulls back and pulls off your pants and underwear, throwing them next to your bra. He shoves a finger inside you. He slowly moves his finger in and out of you. He gradually picks up the pace and adds a second finger. "Dean" you moan. He then removes his fingers and replaces them with his mouth. "Dean!" You scream as you orgasm. He swallows all of your juices and plants a kiss to your lips. He gets off of you and stands up. He takes off his pants and underwear. You sit up and make your way to the edge of the bed facing him. You reach out and grab his cock. You start pumping slowly. You then run your nails along a vein. He lets out a groan. You take him in your mouth. You start bobbing your head. He throws his head back and his eyes roll back in his head. "Fuck" He moans. After about another minute he orgasms. You swallow his cum. You lay back down and he crawls on top of you. He positions himself at your entrance. "Are you ready?" He asks. "Cause we don't have to do this if you don't want to" "I want to" you say, kissing him. He is already half-hard and when he presses the tip inside of you, he becomes fully erect. Once he is completely inside of you he waits until you've adjusted. "I'm ready" you say. He starts slow and gentle but then begins to pick up the pace. "Faster" you cry. "Dean" you moan. "Fuck, your tight" he moans. His thrusts begin getting sloppier. After a couple more thrusts you are sent over the edge. You walls tighten around him causing him to orgasm as well. You are both gasping for air. He pulls out of you and lays down beside you. "That was amazing" he says. "Yes it was" you agree. You turn to face him and he turns to face you. You kiss and then moments later you two fall asleep.

#Dean x reader #Dean Forester #Dean Forester x reader #Gilmore Girls #smut #Dean Forester x reader smut

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dreaming-about-fanfictions · 4 years ago

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Dinner Is Ready II Dean Winchester x Reader Smut (18+)

Summary: You bring dinner for the two hunters but all Dean can imagine is fucking you senseless on that table. (18+)

A/N: My hand slipped.

Words: 1.8k

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (pls don’t try that home lol), dirty talk (a little)

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Dean doesn’t know what happened.

You joined the Winchesters on a specifically difficult hunt three weeks ago and even though Dean has obviously noticed how drop dead gorgeous you are, his body has never reacted quite like … this.

You walk into the Motel after getting some burgers for all of you, and shoot him a smile and it knocks the breath out of Dean’s lungs.

He can’t focus on his dinner, doesn’t follow the conversation between you and Sammy. He can only try his best not to stare too much at you.

He has had dinner with you countless times before. Yet, now the sight of you across from him, in your dark shirt that reveals a tad too much every time you lean forward, forces him to suppress a groan. When you take a sip of your drink, his eyes travel to the bare skin on your neck and he wonders how it would feel to suck on it, as you writhe underneath him. When you lick over your fingers at the end of your meal, Dean’s cock twitches.

“Not hungry tonight?”, your voice catapults him back into reality. You look at him, one eyebrow raised, and nod towards his burger which remains nearly untouched on his plate.

“That’d be a first,” Sam chuckles and leans back in his chair.

Dean clears his throat. You’re still looking at him and in his mind, he sees your eyes rolling back as you moan his name. He shifts in his seat. He was hungry. Very hungry.

Sam watches him with a confused expression before he shakes his head and gets up. “Anyways, if I go now, I might still get to the library in time before it closes.” He stands up. “Thank you for dinner, Y/N.”

You break eye-contact with Dean and smile at his brother. Dean can breathe again. “See you later then,” you say goodbye to him. The door closes behind Sam and the two of you are alone.

Dean doesn’t know if he likes that.

“Did I buy the wrong one?”, you ask then.

He shakes his head. “No, that’s not it.”

You tilt your head and lean back against the chair. Dean tries his hardest not to let his eyes wander down to your chest. “Then what is it?”

No reply. He can’t reply. Everything he’d say right now would be highly inappropriate and ruin whatever kind of friendship you have.

You watch him. His gaze is intense and you shift ever so slightly. You let out a quick laugh. “Are you gonna kiss me?”

His eyes widen for a second at your question until he realizes you were joking. Yet, he desires just that. If you only knew ...

“Dean …” The smile on your face grows more and more nervous. You reach for the bottle.

“I want nothing more right now.”

You almost choke on your drink.

Dean’s eyes darken with lust and he licks over his lips. “I want nothing more than to come over to you, bend you over the table, and fuck you until everyone in this whole damn building hears you screaming my name.”

Just as he thought. Highly inappropriate.

You stare at him, eyes wide. Dean sees how your breathing has sped up, your breasts heaving against the tight shirt. He wants to tore it off right now yet he needs to know you want this too and he didn’t just overstep every existing boundary on this earth.

“What are you waiting for then?”

It’s all he needs to hear.

He jumps up from his chair and closes the distance between the two of you with two long strides. Grabbing your chin roughly, he forces you to look at him before his lips crush against yours. He hears you gasp but is already drowning in the feeling of your soft body against his. When you moan, his tongue slips into your mouth, and he feels your arms around his neck.

He pulls you up from the chair and raises you up to sit on the table. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him close.

“Fuck, you’re so hard already,” you whisper as he presses himself against your body, and he groans.

“All your fault …” He pulls you into another kiss, rough and desperate, and exactly what both of you need. His lips travel down your neck, sucking on it just like he imagined a few minutes earlier, and each whimper that leaves your mouth causes him to grow even harder. By now, his jeans are uncomfortably tight around him.

As if you read his mind, he feels your fingers fumbling with his belt. When you finally open it, pull down his boxers, and he springs free - you gasp. It’s impressive. You carefully reach for his cock, your fingers enclosing it, and Dean moans softly. Your mouth waters as you feel him in your hand; heavy and hard, and you the thought of him inside of you, filling you up completely, dampens your panties even more now. Your fingers flick over the reddened tip, smearing the pre-cum down his shaft before you start to stroke him. Slowly at first, the sounds of Dean’s moans making your hips buckle forward ever so slightly. After a while you speed up - long, hard strokes accompanied by your occasional hum and whimper - and Dean buries his fingers into your hips, until he suddenly grabs your wrist, forcing you to stop.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he hisses.

You chuckle lowly and the sound resonates with him. He needs you. Now.

In a matter of seconds, your clothes come off. You barely have time to process it when simultaneously he lowers his mouth over your breast and slips his finger inside of you. You cry out.

“Damn, you’re so wet,” he mumbles and then his tongue flicks over your nipple. You grab onto his arm, scared you might pass out from the overwhelming pleasure. His hand moves quickly, pumping in and out of you, circling over your clit, pushing you closer to the edge with each damn moment.

Moans followed by incoherent curses and words leave you. Your head is thrown back, eyes closed, mouth slightly opened - in Dean’s eyes you look like the epitome of lust. A goddess in her purest form.

Your legs start to tremble and with a smirk he realizes that you are close. Each pump and thrust pushes you closer to the edge. Your breathing speeds up, chest heaving up and down, and your moans become more and more high-pitched until …

Until Dean stops.

Your eyes fly open, and whatever sentence you start to protest - it gets cut short and turns into a groan when you feel Dean’s cock at your entrance. He enters you in one swift movement and you cry out.

Both of you could have come right then and there.

He’s big, almost too big for you, and stretches you in the most delicious way possible. A mixture of pain and pleasure rushes through your body and you try desperately to hold on to his shoulders as he completely fills you up. Dean bites his lower lip. You are so fucking wet for him.

Dean fucks you hard. He can’t stop himself from doing so. He grabs onto your legs so tightly as he pounds into you that you are convinced, it will leave bruises later on. His lips search for yours and you drown in another hungry kiss. You hiss as he sucks on your lower lips, your fingers scratching over his back.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans and shifts slightly. Spots appear in front of your eyes as he starts hitting your g-spot. “So fucking tight for me …”

“Dean,” you whimper, not capable of saying anything else but his name over and over again. The small motel room is filled with heavy breathing and the sound of naked bodies slapping against each other - Dean is convinced that it can probably be heard outside even but he couldn’t care less.

All he craves right now is that sweet release only you can offer him.

His movements soon begin to turn sloppy, he is close, so damn close. One of his hands slips from your leg to your wet pussy, and you arch your back when you feel his fingers on your clit. The moans he draws from you are torture for him - all he wants is to spill himself inside of you, but he can’t. Not yet.

“Do you like that?”, he purrs into your ear and the way you twitch is answer enough. “Do you like getting fucked on this table?” His finger flicks over your nub. Your legs start to tremble again. “Oh, baby, you should see yourself … all wet and desperate … writhing underneath my touch like a dirty little-”

You come so suddenly, it takes both of you by surprise. Like a coil that snaps inside your stomach, he pushes you over the edge. You let out a loud curse and your eyes roll back. Your fingers bury themselves in his back and Dean knows it will leave marks later on.

Dean feels your muscles clench around his dick and he can’t hold back any longer. He thrusts into you ruthlessly until he follows shortly behind. He reaches around your back, trying to support the both of you, and not to crush you under his weight. His head falls forward against your shoulder as he comes with a shuddering breath, and releases himself inside of you.

You need a while to collect yourself. Stars dance in front of your eyes and you lazily stroke over Dean’s back. Both of you are still panting heavily as you rest against one another.

“Fuck,” you finally mumble and chuckle again. Dean smirks against your skin. “You should’ve told me that you were hungry for something else before I went out and paid for those damn burgers.”

A soft laugh escapes him and he lifts his head. Dark green, satisfied eyes look at you. “Fucking hell, Y/N …”

“Have I stilled your hunger?”, you ask him and give him a short kiss on the lips.

“Mhh,” he makes and slowly pulls out of you. The emptiness feels overwhelming. “Give me a few minutes,” Dean says, “and then I’m ready for dessert.”

He means to add something but just in that moment the door to the room opens.

Sammy.

“The library was already …”, he stops dead in his tracks and stares at the two of you, shock and confusion written all over his face, “ … closed.”

You shriek and turn your face away. Dean grabs your shirt and throws it on you, to cover at least something.

“I was gone for fifteen minutes, what the fuck!”, Sam exclaims. “And on the table?! You guys are disgusting!”

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queen-of-deans-booty · 2 years ago

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LARP and the Real Girl: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Author’s Note: I am so sorry I haven’t posted. I was sick with the flu and completely forgot about it. I will be posted both episodes now!

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Joanna is at that age where she is mimicking you and Dean. You have to be careful what you say, what you do, and how you react around her. She is becoming bolder and more confident in what she says and how she acts. She takes after Dean, for sure, but you see your confidence start to shine through in her.

Most people dread the terrible twos, and you know something is just beginning to creep up behind you. The best thing you can do is to teach her not to throw tantrums or to ask politely for something, but it doesn't always stick in her head. She is still learning, no matter how slow it may seem.

You're trying to make her lunch, but she thought it was a good idea to scream her tiny head off. She is sitting on her booster seat at the kitchen table while Dean is trying to read some files he gathered for a potential case. He doesn't look bothered, but if Joanna continues, he will have a headache. Sam is somewhere else in the cabin, but you don't care about him right now.

"Jo, please stop screaming," he says.

"She wants her food. I told her to be patient, so that's what she'll have to do," you shrug.

You quickly place the food on her plate before setting it in front of her. She raises her arm as if she is going to hit you, but you quickly shut that down before it becomes a problem.

"No. We do not hit people," you say in a stern voice. She whines and tries to wiggle out of your grasp, but you're not letting up. "Hitting people is wrong. It is not something you do."

She begins crying, but you roll your eyes in slight irritation.

"You are being dramatic." You wipe her tears and push the plate closer to her. "You are fine. Eat your food." She knows she is being dramatic, so she stops crying to eat her food. "She gets this from you, you know."

"What did I do?" Dean says.

You shake your head and leave the kitchen to do some other chores you need to finish before heading out. You head to the laundry room where Sam is there, taking out the dry clothes and folding them. He's been doing all of your chores lately as a way to say he's sorry. You hate the drama between you and the brothers, and all you want to do is forget about it and move on.

"You don't have to do that," you say.

"Yeah, I do."

"No, you don't," you sigh. You walk into the laundry room and grab an article of clothing to fold. "You made a mistake. As long as it doesn't happen again, I can overlook it. The twins are fine."

"I will never do something like that again. I promise. If I have a problem with you, then I will make sure to talk about it with you first."

"Sounds like a plan," you smile.

"Hey! You two! Come out here!" Dean calls from the living room. You and Sam leave the laundry where it is to join Dean in the living room who is on the phone with someone. "Yeah, I got it. Thanks."

"Who was that?"

"Garth. We need to lose the GPS on our phones because he's been tracking us and other hunters to assign cases to."

"Total Bobby move," Sam chuckles. "Did you find something for us?"

"It's close to where we are in Farmington Hills, Michigan. A dude got ripped from limb to limb inside his locked apartment."

"That's never good," you sigh.

"Maybe after this, we should take a couple of nights off and go see a flick or maybe hit a bar or two. You know, have some fun," Dean suggests. "You remember fun, don't you, Sammy?"

"Let's focus on this case. As long as we're waiting on Kevin, that'll be our fun."

Dean rolls his eyes, but you don't comment on this. You know Sam gave up a lot when he ditched his girlfriend to hunt with you and Dean, so you're not going to make a bigger deal out of this than it is. You quickly finish the laundry while Joanna finishes eating, and then all four of you are on the road headed to Michigan.

You get there in record time, and you're easily accepted into the apartment building where the crime scene is. You let Sam go off on his own while you and Dean hang back for a second.

"Listen, I've decided to forgive Sam for what he did," you say. "The kids are okay, I'm okay, and as long as he doesn't do it again, we're going to be okay."

"Yeah, I agree." You moan in pain and stretch your lower back that aches from the weight of two kids. "Are you okay?"

"I have terrible lower back issues. Having your kids is a blessing, but carrying them is a bitch. You're so lucky to be a man. I wonder what it's like."

"If you were a man, you two would be having a very different relationship," he chuckles. "For what it's worth, I think you're doing an amazing job."

"Doesn't feel like it sometimes," you say honestly.

He pecks your lips and shifts Joanna to the other side of his body before walking into the apartment with you. Sam is already talking to the sheriff, and you flash him your badges with a smile.

"Sheriff, this is special agent Rosewood and Fry."

"Like I was telling him, you guys are quick. We haven't even got the body out yet."

"Well, the FBI is all work and no play," Dean says and looks at Sam.

"You know, why don't you give us the tour while my partner looks around?" Sam says.

"Alright, Follow me."

The sheriff takes you and Sam into the bedroom while Dean stays in the living room with his EMF reader to see if this might be the work of demons. The victim was killed in his bedroom, and his body is still on the bed underneath his sheets. However, the sheet is flat where his arms and legs should be. The walls are stained with blood, and his limbs are scattered around the floor.

"His name was Ed Nelson, thirty-one years old, and an insurance-claim adjuster. He lived alone, which was a real shocker, considering his place is full of toys."

Toys as in action figures and other trinkets a kid might collect.

"What happened?"

"There is no sign of forced entry. Near as we can tell, he was tied up and pulled apart. He died of shock or massive blood loss. Dealer's choice on that one. We did find clear rope-burn marks on his wrists and ankles."

One of Ed's arms is on the floor, and since you can't bend and look at it, Sam does. He pulls back the cloth to reveal a black tree symbol. It could be a tattoo or something more, so you file that away for a later time if you need to use it.

"Was there anything missing from the body?"

"You mean aside from the arms and legs? No," the sheriff chuckles.

"What about the neighbors? Did they hear anything weird?" Sam wonders.

"Uh, the neighbor downstairs said she got woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of horses stomping their feet and galloping. We didn't find any hoof prints. She probably heard a TV, was having a bad dream, or she was high as balls. Fortunately, we got a real lead off his cell phone."

"What did you find?"

The sheriff brings you back into the living room and removes his notebook from one of his many pockets.

"According to the phone records, Ed's last call was from a guy called Lance Jacobsen." Dean comes out of the kitchen and shakes his head, which means he didn't find anything with the EMF reader. "He's an accountant, also in his thirties who also lives alone."

"How is he a lead?"

"The two of them talked together for fifteen minutes, and then Lance sent Ed all kinds of angry texts. Some of them were your typical threat stuff, but some were a little weird."

"Weird how?"

"Like 'you shall bleed for your crimes against us', followed by the emoticon of a skull. There's this beauty: 'I am a mage. I will destroy you'. These kids today with their texting and murder. My men just brought Lance into the station for questioning."

"We're gonna need to take first crack at the suspect," Sam says.

"Like I said, Agent, it's your world."

There's nothing left to do at the apartment, so you three leave as quickly as you can without the sheriff. He called it in that you three were coming, so when you arrived, no one seemed surprised to see you there. One of the officers at the station escorted you to the interrogation rooms where Lance is sitting by himself. When he sees you, he becomes more nervous than he already is.

"Lance Jacobsen? We're with the FBI."

"The FBI? I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe Ed's dead," he cries.

"Lance, take a deep breath for me, okay?" you ask. "Just breathe for us."

Lance stops crying for a moment, but then picks it right back up.

"Lance? Lance, just breathe. Just breathe. You're fine," Sam says calmly, and Lance listens to him. "We just need to ask you a few questions. Try to calm down."

"We want to know about the texts you sent Ed last night."

"I told them when they brought me in that those texts weren't from me."

"Your phone and Ed's phone say otherwise," you state.

"No, I mean, they were from me, but they weren't from me me."

"Did you really think that sentence was gonna clear things up?"

"I'm sorry," he sighs. "This is all a big misunderstanding. Those text messages were from Greyfox the Mystic to Thargrim the Difficult. Our characters in Moondoor. Moondoor is a game that Ed and I play. We're LARPers. Live-action role-playing? We play Moondoor every other weekend at Heritage Park. All the info about it is on our website."

"You guys have a website?"

"Yeah, one of the players designed it. In fact, if you log onto the site, they should have posted pictures from last night's feast. I was there all night."

"What does any of this have to do with the texts?" Sam asks.

"I play a character named Greyfox the Mystic. I'm a very, very powerful mage in the game. Ed is... was Thargrim the Difficult of the Elder Forest, son of Hargrim and Bouphin, brother to--he was Lancelot to my Merlin."

"Well, if you guys were so tight, then why the threatening messages?" Dean asks.

"We were both named to the queen's honor guard in anticipation of the coming Battle of Kingdoms this weekend. I thought he broke protocol, so I called Ed after game hours and accused him of cheating, and then I challenged him to a duel."

"A duel?"

"Wands and swords at dawn."

"Now, when you say 'wands', do you mean magic wands?" Dean asks.

"No. Un-magic wands, agent. Because what I really want in a duel is an un-magic wand," he says sarcastically. "Yes! Fake wands! It's a game! I can't believe it."

Lance starts sobbing again, and that's your cue to leave. You three get up and leave him alone. Lance says there is a website, so the best thing to do is to look it up. There is a computer being unused at an empty desk, so you take a seat and log into the website.

"So? Do you believe 'Dungeons & Dragons'?" Sam chuckles at his own joke.

"He didn't put a whammy on us. Those weren't crocodile tears, man. That's not our guy. Let's check out the Moondoor site, see if Lance's story checks out."

"Way ahead of you," you state. A big banner with the words: "Welcome to Moondoor, Michigan's Largest LARPing Game" flies across the screen. "Wow, and I thought we needed to get out more."

You click on "Picture Gallery" and then on "Festival of the Endless Night." A picture appears of Lance dressed in costume and holding a tankard, followed by two women, one of whom is kissing him on the cheek. Another picture scrolls on screen showing Lance who is smiling.

"It actually looks kind of awesome," Dean comments.

You and Dean look at him, and he quickly wipes the smile off his face.

"Here's a video," you say.

"Moondoor. A world of intrigue, honor, and passion," the narrator says. The video is all flashy words and people dressed up in costumes. "Four kingdoms: followers of the Moon, Elves, Warriors of yesteryear, and the dreaded Shadow Orcs. All will fight on the fields of never in the biannual Battle of Kingdoms. Pick up a sword or a mace. Take control of Moondoor and defend the current ruler, the queen of the Moons."

Your jaw drops when you see who is on screen. Charlie Bradbury is in costume, smiling and accepting the crown. You haven't heard anything from her since she helped you with Dick Roman, so you have no clue what she's been up to.

"Looks like we're visiting an old friend," you smile.

Suddenly, commotion breaks out as officers rush to the back of the station where the interrogation rooms are. Someone calls for the ambulance and the coroner, and you know that something happened to Lance. He was found with blood running out of his eyes and nose. He is found dead inside of his empty interrogation room.

The sheriff was called back as the paramedics did their thing. You have no clue as to what got to him inside the locked room, but thankfully, there are cameras inside.

"You're gonna want to see this," the sheriff says to you three.

You follow him over to a different computer where the footage from inside the room is played. Lance is normal until he starts scratching at his arm and coughing up blood. You notice something on the inside of his arm, so you play it back again and freeze it on his arm. Just like with Ed, Lance has the same black tree symbol on his arm, and now you know it's not just a tattoo.

"He has the same one as Ed," you comment.

"Maybe they had matching tattoos. I mean, they were brothers in arms. Do you recognize it from anything?"

"You mean besides from a Tim Burton movie? Looks like the only thing they have in common aside from the mark is LARPing."

"Like I said," you grin, "it's time to visit an old friend."

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holylulusworld · 4 years ago

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The washing machine incident

Title: The washing machine incident

Square Filled: friends to lovers

Ship: Sam Winchester x fem!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You wanted clean clothes. Sam wanted more.

Warnings: language, smut, unprotected sex, sex on a washing machine, dirty talk, creampie, possessive Sam, unintended voyeurism, Dean is just done

A/N: Inspired by the scene in 15x20.

Word Count: 1,9 k

Written/Created for: @winchesterandbeyondbingo

Divider by @firefly-graphics

2021 Winchester and Beyond Bingo

“Sam,“ groaning you pinch the bridge of your nose. Sam leans against the washing machine, reading another book while you try to get his attention. While the hunter keeps on reading his book, you admire he’s taller than the shelf on the wall.

“Sam Winchester?” he still doesn’t react. Maybe the machine is too loud, or you are not loud enough but he keeps on reading his book, frowning when it starts to shake considerably, and so is Sam until he gives it a kick.

“Hey, you can’t just kick the poor machine,” he finally looks up from his book, smirking when you stand in front of him, your laundry tugged under your arm. “I was talking to you, Sam.”

“OH, it was your voice calling for me,” he husks, eying you up and down. “I thought Dean was watching porn or something. You sounded so—"

“I sounded like what, Sam,” you wonder. “I wanted to wash my clothes, but I see you are busy washing yours.”

“You could’ve told me so,” he closes the book, placing it onto the shelf behind him. You use the momentum to admire his ass, whimpering when he sticks it out. “Next time, holler, and I will take care of your cute panties and bras.”

You blink a few times when Sam slowly moves toward you. He still has a smirk on his lips when he stands in front of you to cup your chin with two long fingers.

“I think—,” you swallow thickly. His gaze too intense you drop your eyes to his throat, watching it contract. “I should wash my underwear, Sam.”

“I don’t mind,” he dips his head to look you deep in the eyes. A whimper escapes your lips, and you wonder if your panties will survive another moment close to Sam. “I wouldn’t mind taking it off first to sniff at it.”

Your knees buckle the moment his lips claim yours. The kiss is soft at first. Sam’s large hand cradles your cheek gently, and you get lost in his taste and the way his lips move against yours.

“Sam—” you moan against his lips, press your body closer to Sam’s to feel him against you. “What are we doing here?” you are friends for as long as you remember, and you don’t want to ruin your friendship for a stupid crush.

“I don’t know what you are doing, baby doll,” he pecks your lips, tongue licking into your mouth. He groans when you grasp for his hair, harshly tugging at his silky stands. “But I will fuck you on the washing machine until you scream my name.”

“What?” an odd noise leaves your throat when Sam easily picks you up to place you onto the washing machine. He steps between your legs, already tugging at the plaid you stole from him.

“I said I will fuck you,” he kisses you again, more demanding this time, “fuck, use your tongue,” Sam breathlessly moans, urging you on to explore his mouth just like he does.

“Sam, we are friends and—” one large hand cups the back of your neck to force you to hold his gaze.” Saaam…” his other hand deftly unbuttons your plaid, or rather Sam’s, but who has got the time to define ownership when his large hand gropes one of your breasts.

“I’m going to fuck you on this washing machine, fill you up so good with my cock you’ll never want anyone else. I waited long enough,” he purrs against your lips. “I’m a patient man, but my patience is wearing thin for months.”

“You want to fuck me,” your hands shoot forward to grip his plain grey shirt, tugging harshly at the fabric to bring him down to your eye level. “Sam Winchester, if that’s a bad joke I’ll castrate you in your sleep.”

“Y/N,” he grins while shoving the plaid you are wearing down your shoulders to reveal your chest to him, “you have a way to get a guy hard.”

“I just don’t want to ruin our friendship,” you squeak when Sam fists your bra to rip it into two halves. He ignores the pout on your lips, simply kisses it away. “SAM!”

“I told you,” he shoves one hand down your panties to toy with your swollen clit, “my patience is gone. I fantasized about fucking you for a month now.” he grins wolfishly, before he shoves two long fingers into your slit, causing you to jolt backward, hitting your head on the shelf behind you.

“Fuck, Sam. Oh god,” you move to the edge of the machine to grind against his fingers. The washing machine vibrates underneath your ass, and you suddenly know why so many of your friends told you they love to fuck on a washing machine.

“You’ve got such a nice and tight little pussy,” the way Sam talks to you is more than filthy. Not in your wildest dreams did you imagine Sam Winchester is a dirty talker. “I will fuck you so deep and hard you’ll walk funny for days.”

“What if Dean walks in on us,” you fight to unbuckle Sam’s belt, cursing when Sam slips his fingers out of your dripping cunt to help you shove his pants and boxers down.

“Impatient much, kitten,” you furrow your brows at the pet name but don’t mind, too busy to get Sam out of his clothes. “What do you want to see first?”

“Fuck me,” you lick your lips when Sam’s cock springs free. He’s thick, veiny, and all you want from a cock. “How do you hide that monster in your pants?”

Sam moans deeply when you gently start to run your hand up and down.

“I—fuck me,” Sam groans. He throws his head back, hands grasping for your thighs to dig his blunt nails into your flesh. “If you don’t stop, I’ll cum right here all over you.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” your cheeks heat up when Sam looks down at you, snickering at your boldness, “but I want you inside today. We can talk about the other thing later, when you filled me up so good I will walk funny—”

Dean is washing the dishes in the kitchen wondering why you didn’t come back to help him like promised. “Sammy? Y/N?” grumbling Dean grabs the next plate. “Where are you? I thought they wanted to help me.”

Miracle looks up at Dean, whining when the hunter puts the plate aside. “I bet they are hiding from me to leave me to the dirty dishes, Miracle. How about we go and look for them. I won’t clean the kitchen alone…”

“Sam,” you grip his shoulders, dig your nails into his flesh when he hastily spreads your legs. For a moment he just looks down at your chest, watches it rise and fall. “Fuck me.”

“I’m on it, kitten,” he grips the base of his cock, runs his large hand up and down his length. “Do you think you can take me?”

“I want to feel that monster split me open,” your lips part the minute Sam runs the wide head up and down your clit, teasingly slapping your little nub with his cock. “Please.”

“Beg me again, baby girl—” you whine, wanting Sam to finally give you what your body is craving. “I want to hear it.” the washing machine makes an odd noise, just like you when Sam grips his cock to push the tip in.

“Fuck—” you watch Sam grip the shelf above your head with one large hand to get more leverage to shove himself into you. He’s too engrossed to watch his cock disappear inside your body to care about your nails scratching down his bare chest. “OH, fuck, Sam.”

“There you go, Y/N,” he grins down at you, watches you pant heavily. Your body fights the wide stretch, tries to accommodate Sam’s size but it’s no use. “So, fucking tight for me.”

“You’re simply too big,” you complain, still, you wrap your legs around his waistline to tilt your hips, taking the last inches of his length. “I think, I never felt so full.”

“Good,” his other hand grips your right thigh, squeezes your flesh hard enough to hurt. “You’re mine, just like your tight little pussy. No one will touch you ever again.”

Sam moves slowly at first, gives you shallow thrusts while his hand grips the shelf tighter. You fear he will tear the shelf off the wall sooner or later if he doesn’t stop using all his strength.

The veins in his arm stick out, sweat runs down his chest and you are sure, no other guy ever looked so good while fucking you.

While your lover is busy cupping your face with his free hand to force you to meet his intense gaze, you try to focus on anything but his hazel eyes watching you.

You rock your hips, legs still slung around Sam’s waist while he just watches you take his cock as he dreamed of so many times.

The rhythmic rocking of the washing machine and the way Sam moves inside of you already have you on the edge. The heat in your abdomen rises; turns into a raging fire when Sam angles his hips to hit that sweet spot letting your vision white out.

“Fuck, I wanna have you over that machine,” you whine when he pulls out to help you turn on the machine. “Always wanted to hold you down and fuck that pussy when you bent over the table at the library.”

“Ah, Sam—” he kicks your legs apart while you grip the edge of the washing machine. “Fuck, I wanna cum.”

“You will,” he slowly inches his way back inside your body. “Right fucking now, kitten. I will fuck you over that machine and later, on any surface. My bed will be the endgame.”

“Y-you thought about this a lot, huh?” Sam grips your hips, to drag you onto his length with every thrust. “Shit, you did…”

“Yeah,” he states, hips crashing into your ass. Sam is by all means not gentle anymore. He roughly slides into you, groaning when you take every punishing thrust. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

D-dito,” you cry out. Your walls grip his length tightly, clench painfully around his cock to milk him dry. “Ah, shit. You just came inside.”

“I will always fill you up,” Sam states. “I marked this cunt, and no one will ever take it away from me.”

While you lie on top of the washing machine, catching your breath, Sam leans over you to kiss your neck softly.

“Fine, but no funny business at the kitchen, we eat there, Sam.”

“Oh kitten, I will christen every room at the bunker with you, fuck you everywhere. Even on top of my brother’s car…”

“No, you won’t! Keep my Baby out of this—” Dean grunts, covering his eyes with the dishtowel. “Whatever this is. Guys, we wash our clothes here. Can you just not?”

“It was an accident…” you lie. “Sorry, D’.”

“Oh, did Sam slip and end up inside of you?” turning around Dean whistles for Miracle. “Boy, don’t look at them. They are disgusting and this is not for your eyes. Let’s go.”

“Sorry, Dean,” Sam snickers when his big brother storms out of the room.

“About time you fucked, but you won’t do it at a room we share ever again. And hands off my car!”

In the coming years, Dean will bring up the washing machine incident whenever he wants you or Sam to clean the bunker…

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wearywinchester · 4 years ago

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Regrets

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: When a fight leaves you both having some regrets, a little space brings some clarity.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: angsts, injury, mentions of death, guilt, comfort, fluff

The tension swirling around in the car was nearly unbearable, thick and heavy as you sat pressed to the passenger side door. You’d been doing it out of spite for the older Winchester, feeding off each other’s anger, each other’s huffs and puffs. He’d noticed just how far away you were sitting and it had him tensing his jaw because he knew exactly what you were doing and it was working.

It was working and he absolutely wouldn’t admit it.

The hunt had gone all kinds of wrong, couldn’t have gone worse apart from one of you dying. Actually, you almost did and that was the problem. That was every bit Dean’s problem and the very thought of it sent his anger from a simmer to a boil in the pit of his stomach every time it crossed his mind. To be more specific, it’s the only thing he’s been thinking about this whole time. But in true Dean Winchester fashion, the fear and concern eating away at him didn’t come out so clearly.

His vulnerability was mostly expressed through anger. Yelling and shutting down, mumbling strings of curses— it was anger in its truest form just to hide how scared he really is.

It was quiet, no radio no nothing save for the occasional clear of his throat or a heavy exhale coming from either one of you. It was quiet and you couldn’t wait to get out of that car, couldn’t wait to be back at the and take up residence in your room, maybe even one of the spares just to be farther from him. You have plenty of them to choose from. You felt like you’d scream if you spent even so much as another ten minutes with him.

You’d gotten hurt that day, gotten hurt and it wasn’t unlike other times. It wasn’t ideal how the hunt should have gone, ideally you wouldn’t have been a ghost’s kebab as she stuck her hand right through you and around your heart. Ideally you wouldn’t have been thrown against a wall without care for where you landed by Casper the unfriendly ghost. You almost sealed your fate that day all for the sake of getting the job done. All for the sake of saving lives.

That was his problem.

But, his problem wasn’t expressed in the best of ways. It was expressed in shouts and running his hand through his hair, in telling you he never wants you hunting again and a tightly clenched jaw. You argued back and forth for the better part of half the trip home, that lump still sitting heavy in your throat as you suppress your tears.

You were dying to be back home, in fact, you weren’t waiting another minute.

“Let me out,” you said, tone angry as you spoke.

His brows furrowed, looking at you for a moment. “What?”

“Pull over and let me out.”

“Not a chance, it’s ten at night and it’s about to freakin’ rain, Y/n. Who knows what’s out there,” he says, his voice raising.

“I know what’s out there, Dean, we hunt it for a living. Let me out. I’d rather walk than spend another minute listening to you huff and puff.”

“No.”

He pretended that it didn’t sting as much as it did, he pretended it didn’t make him swallow thickly and hid it with a little more tension in his jaw. They were just words. Just words spoken out of anger much like all of the things the two of you had spoken in the last half hour.

You could hear the frustration in his voice, in the single word, could see the tension in his jaw and just how tightly he gripped the wheel. That crease between his brows was deeper than ever and it showed each time a car passed you by.

“Dean.”

“Do you like throwing yourself in danger, Y/n? Is that what it is?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes, breathing out a huff that’s more than dramatic as the anger you feel only gets worse, both your anger is. You’re both feeding off of your own frustrations at this point and you can bear another second of it.

“Pull the damn car over or I’ll jump out myself,” you grit out, because if you talk any louder your voice just might fail you.

In a matter of seconds he veers off to pull over as you insisted, braking with a little more force than necessary as he stared ahead at the road. You were blind to the incoming storm, and Dean definitely wasn’t, couldn’t have been. But he pulled over anyway just like you wanted him to.

“You hate me so much, fine, you’re free to go.”

You pause for a moment, gaze narrowed at him before you grabbed your bag. “Yeah, well, maybe I do.”

Without another word from either of you, you got out, missing the way he looked at you as you did and the way he bit the inside of his cheek. And you missed the look on his face when you slammed the door shut, slinging your bag over your shoulder. After a beat of silence he pulls away, tires screeching against the pavement as he sped off down the road with the rev of his engine muffling the farther he gets.

You swallow thickly as you tighten your jacket around yourself, gaze narrowed as you watch the red of the tail lights disappear. Your anger still simmered as your heart raced, but that lump in your throat became near impossible to suppress as you walked along the gravelly side of the road by yourself. But that’s just it—you were by yourself. Those tears you fought so hard to hide glossed over your eyes now, spilling over your cheeks now. All of that built up frustration was seeping it’s way out.

You didn’t have to be so stubborn now that you were all alone, didn’t have to keep that front you put up for the sake of looking strong in front of green eyes.

Gravel and fallen leaves crunched under your feet as you walked along, the noises almost uncomfortably loud in contrast to your surroundings. You felt like an easy target for whatever is out there, felt like all eyes were on you despite the very real fact that you were all by yourself. But a part of you didn’t care at this point.

That adrenaline from the hunt still coursed through you, fueled by dwindling frustration that came and went in waves. It was seeping out in the form of tears, in the form of you kicking rocks in your path and throwing caution to the wind as you walked with heavier footsteps.

You weren’t that far from the bunker, not really. You had your knife tucked in your boot, you could handle yourself. You’re not as weak as you felt in that moment, and the emotions running wild through you was enough to have you putting up a good fight should you need to.

But you needed space. Needed space to keep any more words of regret from spilling past your lips. Needed space before you felt like your heart would burst right out of your chest.

You stuffed your hands in your pockets as you sniffed, tears running hot down cold cheeks as you watched the way your breath puffed out against the cold air. You tried to ignore the drizzle of the rain, tried to ignore it as you put your hood up, only for the wind to blow it right back down once more and after a few hasty battles with Mother Nature you decided to give it up. Decided to toss away your comfort as the icy droplets fell down on you heavier and heavier as the seconds passed.

You settle for picking up your pace as you walk down the road, the one that’s never been ideally lit for as long as you can remember. You weren’t that far, not really, you could make it back.

You tried not to think about your wavering anger, and the way it wavered more and more each time you thought about your conversation in the car. You tried not to think about how comforting one of his flannels would be, or the warmth of his arms. You shook it from your mind because you had yourself convinced you had to be angry at him.

What happened that day wasn’t just some run of the mill incident on a hunt. It wasn’t scraped knees or busted lips, it was sprained ankles or bloody noses. You almost bit the bullet and hunted your last hunt that day. You still felt that pain in your chest despite the threat of that ghost being long gone and put to rest. You still felt that jarring fear, that shake in your hands, and you still felt that urge to cry over it despite your overwhelming need to feel like you’ve got to be tough even when you don’t.

It was all still there, and now you’ve gone and had a screaming match with the older Winchester. Now you’ve both gone and spewed more than enough things you regret.

You didn’t know what was worse, the regretful anger sitting heavy in your stomach, or your overwhelming desire to get out of this awful weather so you could sulk in the warmth of the bunker. To get rid of that heavy sense of feeling vulnerable walking by yourself even though you’d insisted on doing so. You insisted and you got what you wanted.

But you picked up the pace once you reached that familiar stretch of road, once you spotted home tucked in that hillside. You picked up the pace despite the fatigue you felt telling you to slow it down.

You were cold, you were wet, you were miserable.

Meanwhile, Dean was back at the bunker stewing in his own regret unbeknownst to you. He’d debated a million and one times on turning back and going to get you. He could’ve handled you arguing with him, could’ve handled you hating him. Well, you’d gone and said that you did and he doesn’t know if he really could handle it as much as he’d like to act like it. But you were angry, you were angry and so was he and nothing good ever came out of arguing.

You snagged the key from where the three of you kept it hidden and sniffled once more before you pushed the door open, shutting out the terrible weather behind you in favor of the sheltered warmth of the bunker.

The place seemed empty despite the fact that you knew it wasn’t. Sam should be back after a hunt with Eileen, and surely Dean was around here somewhere. You knew he was judging by the fresh tire tracks in the gravel but you tried not to think about it. You tried to think about going unnoticed until you could get a change of clothes. He didn’t need to see how miserable you looked, how right he was about the rain, how right he was about how scared you truly were after that day.

If he knew that, then that tough guy act you put up after all this time would crumble to pieces in an instant.

You may have been able to snag a dry change of clothes without being seen, may have been able to sneak off to the bathroom without it either. But he knew you were here, and he knew you had to have been worse for wear and it had his guilt and regret simmering in a frenzy.

He saw the wet and slightly muddy footprints in the hall, he saw your rain soaking jacket on the coat rack, heavy with the accumulated rainfall. He saw the way those footprints first went to your shared room, tracked them all the way down the hall to a room that’s farthest from his own. And in there were more wet clothes, cold and heavy as he gathered them to toss in the hamper, in there were soaked leather boots with mud caked on the edges.

You were stubborn as hell and so was he.

But that anger was beginning to wash away with the cold as you cleaned yourself up, as you tried your hardest to have the day roll off your shoulders. But that pain in your chest was only a dreadful reminder of its events. You wanted to be angry, and a part of you still was, because being angry was better than facing Dean Winchester in that moment.

You swiped that dampened wash rag over your face once more, too tired to go so far as to take a shower. Too tired to do much more than sulk and stew in a heap of emotions as you changed your clothes into dryer, warmer ones. They only comforted you so much with the feelings you’ve got weighing you down.

You didn’t know how much time had passed since you exchanged some less than desirable words with him, didn’t know where he was as you walked down the hall and slipped into the room you’d claimed that night. You didn’t notice the pile of wet clothes that’d gone missing, but you saw the extra blanket on the bed. It could’ve been Sam, could’ve been, but deep down you knew it wasn’t.

There were plenty of things you would’ve noticed had you come home a little bit earlier. But you didn’t.

He cleaned up the books he’d swept off one of the tables in the library out of his own frustration. He’d righted the chair he kicked, cleaned up the mess of anger and frustration he’d made in his room. He picked up the pieces of his regret for letting you get out of that car at the dead of night.

You got in bed, you switched off the lights and climbed under the covers as you let out a sigh, one that was just as shaky as ever as your tears decided they were quite done with you. As you lay there on your side you fail to see the shadows of the boots on the other side of your door, standing there for a moment before they’d disappeared once more.

You were tired as ever, physically fatigued and emotionally exhausted as you lay there in a bed that’s worse for wear as the springs dig into your side. The room didn’t feel quite so welcoming, didn’t feel quite so comfortable as yours did because a certain green eyed hunter wasn’t on the other side of the wall. He wasn’t on the other side of the mattress.

That anger and that hurt still coursed through you, but it wasn’t scorching and hot, it wasn’t singing your actions like they had been a while ago. You tried to push it out of your mind, trying your hardest to convince yourself that a good night’s sleep would be the best answer to all of this, that it would keep you from saying anything else you surely would regret saying as soon as they’re spoken.

But you know you’re far past doing that.

You try anyway, try to tuck yourself further under the blankets and close your eyes. You were beyond tired, the day robbing you of any energy, stripping you of a good mood for a good long while. You tried your hardest to fall asleep and put the day behind you like you know you probably should. Things were said and done and there was no changing it, so the most you could do was sleep and restart the next day. But you couldn’t.

You tossed and turned on that mattress for a good half hour, riddled with discomfort and your mind plagued with just one thing, just one person. You knew he’d be awake, that was something you were certain of even if he pretends to be asleep like he sometimes does.

Indecision weighs you down as you sit on the edge of the bed, feet pressed to the cold concrete floor. It tugs you in every direction as you walk to the door with reluctance and ultimately step into the dimmed hallway. It was quiet as ever as you walked, footsteps much quieter than the squeak of your rain soaked boots.

It took some walking before you saw the light in the kitchen streaming into the hall, heard the clatter of a few dishes. You made it to the doorway, made it all the way there before you froze. You paused and waited, waited to work up the nerve. It could have been Sam, it very well could have been him but the thud of his boots answered that for you, a sound that drew closer and had you turning and walking away.

You didn’t get very far.

“Y/n?” You froze once more and paused, waiting a moment before you turned around. His gaze was on you as you looked up at him, your brows furrowing. “It’s raining, isn’t it?”

You sigh, shifting on your feet. “No, not really.”

“You’re wet, Y/n.”

“I took a shower,” you counter, too fast for your words to be true. It’s quiet as he nods, completely unconvinced by your words and he hears the edge to your tone.

His mouth opens and closes a few times with words he doesn’t even know are on the tip of his tongue. There’s too many things he wants to say at once, namely the bang up job you did at cleaning that scrape on your cheek. Or the way you look like you’re chilled to the bone. Or maybe a spew of words of how much he regrets listening to you, how he hates himself for listening and letting you go like that.

But he finds he doesn’t have the opportunity when you find yourself doing the same, only you do find words to say.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” you say, looking at him for a moment before turning away and walking back down the hall.

You don’t see the way his hand reaches out, or the way it drops back to his side because you’re too busy rushing back to that miserable spare bedroom with another regret to add the the hefty and ever growing pile. It grows heavier when you hear that door close down the hall. It grows more and more as the seconds pass, as the minutes pass in that less than comfortable stupid spare room.

It’s laughable for you to think you’d make it a night on your own in there, not with the way you’re wiping angry tears away. It didn’t feel good to be at odds with him, not when it’s fueled by nothing more than stupidity and stubbornness at this point. There was no good reason to avoid him, no good reason to leave him standing there like you did.

You couldn’t take another minute.

You were quiet as you slipped out of that room with the intention of never returning to it, quiet as you padded back down that dimly lit hall towards your true home, rather the one that resides in that room. You’re timid as you twist the knob and open the door, finding green eyes laying on his side of the bed, the lamp switched off.

You swallow thickly as you stand there timidly, your lip between your teeth in a nervous habit. You let the moments pass as you stand there unsure of yourself, waiting a moment more before you close the door behind you. You circle the bed and climb in quietly, under the blankets before you turn and lay on your side too, your back to him.

It’s tense at first, tense for a good long few minutes with nothing other than the sound of the two of you breathing and the sound of the blankets rustling when one of you moves. But that tense quiet is melted as you feel his arm draped over you, tugging you closer and closer until you’re pressed to his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers into your skin, soft but enough for you to hear.

You can hear the regret in his hushed tone, can hear the guilt weighing the two words down. At first you’re quiet, staring ahead as your lip wobbles under your emotions. You don’t say anything but after a little while you turn around, face to face with the expression that matched the words.

You look at him for a moment, gaze bouncing over every inch of his face. You swallow as you look at him, quietly mulling everything over that you wish you hadn’t said that day. But there’s one thing that keeps coming back, one thing that weighs heavy.

“I could never hate you,” you murmur, soft and embarrassed.

You see the way he nods softly, see the way the corner of his mouth quirks upwards in a half smile as he reaches up and traces the tips of his fingers across your cheek, along the curve of your ear. He nods until he rests his forehead against yours, noses bumping.

“What do you say we take a break from hunting for a little while,” he says softly, eyes falling closed as his breath puffs warmly against your lips. “Just for a little while.”

He’s sick of the close calls, doesn’t want to think about that day for a while even though he knows he won’t ever stop dwelling on it. This was too much and he desperately wants to have a break from the fear of losing you for a little while.

You take a breath and nod, you nod and you kiss him softly and it settles the nerves rumbling around within him.

“Yeah, yeah I’d like that, De,” you whisper, kissing the tip of his nose down to his lips in a lingering kiss.

That tension of regret still hangs heavy in his shoulders, still hangs heavy in your heart no matter how many times the two of you apologize. He knows you’ll never blame him for pulling over like that, you insisted after all. He knows he’ll never let himself off the hook either. But he doesn’t want to bring it up, not now that you’re safe in his arms once more.

He doesn’t want to bring up just how much he wishes you wouldn’t play tough guy after hunts like these, just how much that day bothered him. And you feel like you could tell him a million times over just how much you love him but he knows, even if you’re beating yourself up for what you said in the heat of the moment he knows it’s just that.

You were home, he was your home. Past the arguments and huffs and puffs and words spoken out of anger. None of that mattered in that moment.

You could apologize all you want another time and surely you would, but you keep yourself in that moment.

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samsflannel · 4 years ago

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Sam dies when he’s 13. They burn his body the night after Halloween- moon low and imposing against the autumn air, crickets making a racket in the nearby woods. Unassuming little death.

John stacks the timber neatly, taking care to notch every log together- brushes his hands off on his jeans when he’s finished. The leaves crunch under his boots when he takes a step back and looks at the finished pyre and Dean’s calves are sinking into the grass, he’s breathing in dirt, he’s- “Help me with the body,” John says. Dean nods. Out of his mind. Head full of ash already. Dean grabs hold of Sam’s shoulders- thin, worn cotton shirt and delicate bones under his fingers- his cowlick, kiddo hair moves across his forehead with the breeze and he still smells like little brother and Sammy and home. They set him down on the pyre and his head lolls to the side, pale, thin mouth open. Dead.

Dean melts to his hands and knees and throws up bile.

It’s later that same night when he grips the amulet close to his chest that he feels the emptiness crack his ribs apart through and through. Presses the hard metal to his hot, living skin. Feels the indents at the sharp points. Sam used to- god. “used to” bounces around the inside of Dean’s brain, loud and uninvited- and suddenly he’s angrier than hell, biting the meat of his hand until blood drips onto his bottom lip and he can’t breathe, can’t, scream, can’t cry. Can’t.

“Dean?” He cracks his skull on the headboard trying to sit up. Rivulet of blood down his fist. And- “I couldn’t leave,” Sam says. Sam. Standing there and just- “I mean I could,” he corrects. Looking at Dean, unsure. As if Dean would be upset- god- or angry with him somehow. “I didn’t want to…” “Sammy? Is this- am I…” dreaming, he wants to finish, but the words die in his throat. If this were just a dream- if he got a taste of this just to have it torn away again… “I’m scared,” Sam says, voice small, big eyes looking down at Dean helplessly, and the hole in Dean’s stomach unfurls even wider. He stands up to pull Sam closer to him but his hands- he pushes right through him. Like dead air. Radio static. “Why can’t I touch you?” He asks, and it’s the most desperate he’s ever sounded in his life. “I love you,” Sam cries, and it’s not an answer but it makes Dean straighten his shoulders. “I want to stay with you, please don’t be mad Dean, I want to stay.” Dean grips the amulet in his fist again. “It’s okay, Sammy,” he soothes. “We’ll figure this out.”

#lads should i write more of ghost sammy??#i kinda like him #supernatural #samdean #wincest #wincest ficlet

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lxngbottom · 4 years ago

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Cramps. | N.L. (+ D.T & S.F.)

in which the reader is having a really bad period, so her three best friends come and check up on her.

warnings: pain, periods, bleeding, swearing, we know how it is.

i’m on my period rn, & these three boys are my fav characters so this is mostly to comfort me (and idk if you guys can even relate, but my periods get THIS bad) (edit: this was NOT supposed to be this long but oh well i love these three)

gryffindor reader! (but anyone can read obv)

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somehow, you had managed to make it through the previous school day. but, the whole time your stomach felt like it was completely turning on you, and with every step you took, the bleeding was so heavy. you couldn’t even remember the last time you went through so many pads and tampons in one day.

on top of that, you were an absolute emotional wreck. and, that became apparent to neville when seamus laughed over tripping over your shoe lace, and you looked up at your three best friends with tears in your eyes.

“merlin, y/n! i was only messing with you! what’s wrong?” seamus furrowed his eyebrows at you, only for you to bend down and groan in pain as you attempted to tie your loose shoe laces.

“i can’t do it!” you whined, a tear finally escaping your tired eyes. you stood up, and sniffled, not noticing the genuine concerned looks plastered across the three boys’s faces.

and then, if things couldn’t get any worse, you felt someone tap your shoulder. you turned around to meet a terrified looking ron and harry, staring down at your legs,

“y-y-y/n... blood! t-t-there’s blood running down your legs!”

you looked down, and sure enough, there was a bunch of it. you automatically began to cry, and the sobbing only got worse as you realized that this was happening in front of not one, not two, but five boys.

“nev—neville... p-please give me your jacket...” you choked out, rushing as the blood seeped between your thighs. he did so quickly, tossing it to you, and your tied it around your waist before running into the nearest bathroom.

“why would you point that out?” dean asked ron, eyeing him,

“what?! would it be better for her to stay like that the rest of the day?” the ginger snapped back, still not putting two and two together. ron wasn’t exactly wrong, but his execution was awful.

the boys sighed, deciding that maybe waiting outside the bathroom would do you some good. but, unfortunately, as 15 minutes passed, you never came out.

“m-m-maybe someone should go and get hermione. or lavendar. or one of the parvati twins?” neville suggested, scratching the back of his neck. seamus shrugged, honestly clueless on how to handle the whole situation.

luckily, a saving grace skipped by, grabbing the attention of all of the boys,

“ginny!” ron called out, and she stopped in her tracks, “thank merlin you’re here!”

the look on her face was questionable as harry, ron, neville, dean, and seamus all stared at her.

“w-what?”

dean spoke up first, more than concerned, “y/n went in there. she—she had—blood running down her legs. and, she started crying...”

that’s all it took for ginny to nod her head, “okay. you guys go ahead. i’ll take care of her!”

they did so reluctantly, more so your three best friends. as ron and harry wanted to be away from the whole scenario as soon as possible.

and, that was the last they heard from you yesterday. today, they waited for you to come down from the girl’s dorm, but you never came.

they waited for you in the great hall, but again, you never came.

little did they know, you were curled up in a ball on your bed, sobbing from the excruciating pain that filled your whole body. this cycle was hitting you like a truck, and you’d wished that somehow you had been more prepared for it.

hermione had left you reluctantly that morning, never seeing a fellow girl having such a bad period before. you had cried all night, and you and her both had barely gotten any sleep. so that’s why when neville saw hermione drifting off to sleep during a shared class, he was absolutely baffled.

as that same class ended, the three boys caught up with hermione,

“hey, granger! where’s y/n?” seamus asked, and she rubbed her eyes.

“she—um—“ a yawn interrupted her response, “she’s in our dorm. she doesn’t feel well.”

neville’s mouth went agape, and he finally put two and two together.

“i wouldn’t go and see her, though. you guys embarrassed her yesterday. she told me all about ronald, and ginny, and seamus. she’s really upset, and... she’s just in a lot of pain. so, just let her be for a while.”

and with that, she left the three boys. they gave each other weird looks, mentally questioning each other.

you on the other hand at this time, were crying as you changed out your bed sheets for the second time that day. it wasn’t necessarily the most comfortable experience to have to explain to a house elf why you needed a bunch of new clean sheets.

dinner soon came, and even then, the boys expected to see you sitting with them, eating and laughing. but, you still hadn’t left that dorm.

so, neville packed some extra food, and the three made a journey to gryffindor tower, just to see if they could break the rules to make sure you weren’t dying. (of course, all three of them were convinced that you were on your death bed.)

they slipped past the prefect, climbing up the stairs to your dorm.

dean was just about to knock when they all heard your voice,

“stop, hermione! please! i don’t care that i missed my classes! i’ve been puking all day, bled on my bed, almost shit my pants four times, so, i really don’t care about snape and what he said about me! piss off!”

seamus’s lips curled, and the sound he let out could only be described as pure disgust. but, neville nudged him,

“she can’t help it. don’t be like that...” he whispered, still not sure if you were alright with visitors at the moment.

“well, i’m sorry! but, dean, neville, and seamus are all worried about you! they—“

that’s when they heard a blood curdling scream, and it sounded exactly like you. it made them jump,

“I WANT TO KILL MYSELF! FUCK!”

“don’t say that! it’s only for a few days, y/n! i told you i would help you with anything you needed!”

“then you can start by fucking off! go away!”

the boys looked at each other,

“maybe—“

“yeah—“

“later.”

they all mutually agreed, and ran down the stairs before hermione had the chance to see them.

they settled in the common room, deciding to do their homework until they knew it was a safe call to go and see you. they all worried about you tremendously, as they had never heard you talk to a fellow friend like that. you simple weren’t that type of person in their eyes. you had always been patient with people, so it was a wonder to them how you loved them so much.

they spotted ginny, walking up to the girl’s dormitories with a glass of ice cream in hand. they naturally assumed it was for you. and truth be told, when ginny entered with a sweet smile on her face, holding the cold treat, you realized you had never been more happy to see a weasley before.

as pathetic as it sounded, you cried to ginny while eating the chocolate ice cream. you sobbed to her about all the events of that day, and the day before. your crush on neville and how you believed he didn’t feel the same, the way that seamus chewed too loudly, and how hermione was too uptight sometimes. she simply listened, knowing that’s all she could really do.

finally, the three boys saw ginny coming down the the glass now empty, and they ran up to her,

“is she okay?”

“what’s happening?”

“can we go and see her?”

she chuckled and shook her head them, “she’s fine, you guys. calm down. i’m not so sure if she’ll want to see you guys, but you guys can sure try.”

they all three looked at each other, slightly terrified.

but, they sucked it up and made their way up again. of course, seamus couldn’t hold back from making a snide comment,

“i swear, if i get a book thrown at my head and end up in the hospital wing with a concussion, i’m blanking it on neville.”

“why me?!” neville scoffed, throwing his hands up in the air,

“because! you fancy her and are the most worried about her! she’s just on her period! is it really that big of a deal?”

before neville could answer, dean cut in, “yes, seamus. it is a big deal. maybe not to us, but to her it is. try bleeding out of your dick for a week while your inside are ripping apart!”

if you would’ve been present, you definitely wouldn’t hugged dean for that one.

they finally arrived, and they argued for a moment over who would be the once to knock on the door. it felt like they were stepping into a death trap. finally, neville agreed to do it.

he did so gently,

“what?” you asked, “who is it?”

dean and seamus eyed each other, definitely panicking.

“erm—it’s... us...”

you groaned, and looked down at your state. you were only in your bra and underwear, trash bucket in your lap, nausea getting the best of you... again.

but, you figured seeing your three best friends would bring you some comfort. this wasn’t their fault, and you didn’t want to take it out on them anymore.

“um... you can come in, but warning! i’m—“

before you could warn them, the door flew open,

“naked...” you breathed out, looking down at the trash can.

they all went wide eyed, and neville covered dean and seamus’s eyes with his hands, and closed his own.

“close the door, you gits!”

neville did so with his foot, still covering everyone’s eyes. you let out a small chuckle at the fact, and shook your head.

“you guys can look, you know. you act like we haven’t been best friends since first year.”

“b-b-but you’re—naked!” dean responded, through neville still keeping his own hand over the boy’s face.

you pursed your lips as you felt vomit climbing it’s way up your throat, “who—“

that’s when they heard it. the violent sound of puking. neville thanked merlin that his eyes were closed, because he probably would’ve puked too.

“who cares?” you breathed out, wiping the slobber from your chin. that’s when seamus took neville’s hand away from his eyes, and realized how you looked.

you looked unrecognizable almost. you looked exhausted, pale, and like you had just been hit by twenty cars at one time. your eyes were all puffy and red from crying, and your hair was definitely not put together like it usually was. makeup was smeared all down your face, makeup from the day before that you simply didn’t have the motivation to get up and wash off. but, seamus couldn’t help but notice your bra and underwear.

“you—“ he chuckled, “you have teddy bears on your undergarments, y/n?”

you clenched your jaw, and tightened your grasp around the trash can, narrowing your eyes at him. his eyes widened,

“kidding! i was only kidding! they suit you well!”

finally, dean shoved neville’s hand off as well, and neville opened his eyes back up reluctantly. neville and dean took in your state, much less of a laughing matter to them, as they were more of the calm friends.

“merlin, y/n... are you alright?” neville asked, approaching you slowly. you shook your head,

“i’m dying...”

the three boys gasped, and you looked at them funny, “i’m kidding... but i feel like i might...”

that settled their nerves a bit, the theory of you dying slowly fading away. you spit in the trash can, and set it back down on the floor. of course, seamus being the curious cat he is, looked in the trash can.

“don’t look at my vomit, finnigan! don’t you have any manners?”

he jumped back, and nodded his head.

“what are you guys doing here, anyway?” you asked, laying down fully on the bed, stomach and legs exposed.

“well—we know—you—you sorta—“

neville sighed at dean’s awkwardness about the whole situation, “we know you’re on your period. and, we know that you’re in a lot of pain. and, we just wanted to come and check up on you.” he glanced at the other two boys, “right?”

“yeah, definitely!”

“totally!”

you giggled at seamus and dean, “oh, what gentlemen. how could i ever thank you?”

seamus couldn’t hold it in. the comment just slipped from his lips,

“well, seeing you in your bra and underwear is thanks enough in my book!” he joked, nudging dean.

surprisingly, the only one who laughed beside seamus... was you. this surprised the boys, as you were sure that would earn seamus that book to his temple, or at least a smack to the face. but, it didn’t.

“see? i told you guys she’s fine! she’s laughing like she always does!”

neville seemed to look over at you for reassurance, just to make sure that seamus hadn’t crossed a boundary with one of his crude jokes. it was something that seamus had done quite a few times, without even realizing it, but it was simply because he didn’t know how to put a filter on. you knew at the end of the day that seamus wasn’t trying to disrespect you. plus, it was something you had go get used to, being one of his best friends and all.

at one point, the boys had eased into the floor, getting things for you if you needed it. seamus even asked why exactly girls even got periods, and you explained it to him in full detail.

“so... like—the inside of your uterus is actually tearing? i thought dean was joking about that!”

you shook your head, “unfortunately, it’s not a joke, finnigan. it’s very real...”

“well, is it this bad for all girls?”

“no, actually. some girls only bleed for a couple of days, and it’s very light. they can go without cramps, puking... lucky bitches!”

that’s when the boys fell silent, even seamus himself. until he raised an eyebrow,

“is it bad that i’m kinda curious? you know—to see how it feels to... bleed... down—there...”

dean furrowed his eyebrows, but neville nodded his head in agreement.

“well, boys... i can’t make you bleed out your dick for seven days straight... but, i can punch you guys in the stomach with full force and show you how cramps feel!”

collectively, they all disagreed, which caused you to fall into a fit of laughter.

“but—it can’t be that bad, right? i mean, everyone can get a stomach ache...” dean questioned, but unsure of what he had just said.

“let me put it to you like this, thomas. imagine the weasley twins sneaking a muggle laxative into your morning pumpkin juice...” you started, “but that stomach pain for a whole week.”

dean put his head down, finally understanding. no wonder you had talked about almost shitting your pants.

that’s when the door swung open, revealing a surprised hermione,

“y/n! where are your clothes?! boys are in here! and plus, they’re not even supposed to be in here, anyway!” she snapped, immediately storming over to your closet, and pulling out a random shirt, throwing it at you.

“but, it’s too hot! and, any tightness hurts!”

“i don’t care! i couldn’t imagine sitting around with ronald and harry with my—lady parts hanging out!”

you chuckled at her hidden shaming, quite used to it by now. “oh, whatever, granger! it’s the same difference as a bathing suit! lighten up!”

seamus and dean snickered at the look on her face, and the way she stormed out.

“she’s right, y/n. not about—you know, we don’t care... but, just—seamus will be talking about it for the rest of his natural life if you keep your clothes off any longer.” neville stated, standing up and taking his sweater off. he passed it to you, making sure not to touch you in anyway that would make you uncomfortable.

you smiled at the kind gesture. sure, it was a sweater, and you probably should choose the lighter t-shirt that hermione had snagged out for you. but, it was neville’s sweater, so, how could you refuse?

you slipped it on over your head, and pulled your hair through the hole. it was quite comfortable, and you were just the right amount of warm and cool. so, it worked out in the end. “thank you, longbottom. that was sweet.”

his face turned red at the small grin etched upon your face, but he shook it off and sat back down on the floor.

you all began talking again, not even noticing when seamus had gotten bored and ancy, and started snooping in your drawers. but, his eyes went wide at the sight of something in your drawer. he picked it up, and stared at it for a moment.

“uh... y/n...” he started, voice a bit shaky, “what’s this?”

he held it up, and you, dean, and neville all looked over.

“that’s a tampon, finnigan. i use it when i’m on my period so the blood doesn’t leak out.”

he took a beat of silence as he connected the dots, and his eyes seemed to widen even more,

“and... you have to put this where exactly?”

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lengthofropes · 4 years ago

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POVs series

Part 4: Dean

words: 2,2k; rating: teen and up

summary:

Dean’s POV, since Cas is gone, then got back from the Empty.

Intentionally written as scattered thoughts.

Slowly, from grief, to the ending that they both deserve.

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1. What shapes me? Lines of my bones, enveloped within my skin, so tensed and fragile. The tremble of my hands in the morning, as I try but can’t find you next to me. My old clothes, my new clothes. Corners of my house. My car’s seat upholstery. Soft recoil of my revolver. Food on my plate. Blood in my arteries. My “yes”s and my “no”s and cracks in my voice, as I say so. - I’d drive. - Far away. From here, but where to? I’d watch the sun goes up and down, up and down, throwing it’s rays into side mirror. Lightening the road or leaving it in darkness, disturbed only by the headlights. I’d listen to the sound that air makes, sliced in half by the windshield. I’d listen to the purring of the engine under the hood, gratefully fed with gasoline. Too bad, it’s not clamorous enough. I’d pay dearly. With money, with time, that’s left. With anything. For something so loud, that could muffle my inaudible screams into nowhere. - I’d drive. But where to? - I don’t know where to. -

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2. I can’t drive alone. I keep seeing your gaze on my right. I see it, when I look into the rear view mirror too. Like you’re still here, around, waiting to say something. Or just sitting silently, pervading the air with the appeasement of your presence. Looking at me. How long will it take me to forget how your eyes looked like? How long will it take me to forget what you saw in me? How can I? Now, that I believe in everything you’ve said. - How warm your touch was. - How good does it feel to be “finally free”, remind me? I don’t like the price. -

3. I’d like some certainty, you know? To come to terms. But I keep thinking “If only..” I keep asking “What if..?” ��So many of those. Like there are other paths, and it all could’ve work out differently. They throw me back days ago, then months ago, then years. All my life, since the day I’ve met you. I keep searching for the answer, for the exact point, the moment, when I could’ve say something, do something. And you’d still be here.

“If”s are draining me. They are the lump in my throat, big and barbed. Sometimes it grows so big, it blocks the air from getting into my lungs. And in times like these I wonder, maybe I should just stop breathing at all? Still easier, than to accept your absence. - What if. What if. What if. - And you’d still be here. Here. -

4. Prayers never got me any good. Except of those, that were for you. But you can’t hear me now. You can’t hear at all. I know, it’s no use, I know it’s not possible, I know… I know. But I keep doing this, I keep begging. Not for a solace, not because of compassion. For fairness. Because. You took yourself away from me. It’s not fair, it’s so not fair. How could you do this to me? It’s not fair, can you hear me? It’s not fair! It’s not… - Come back to me. - Bring him back to me. - I don’t know if it is a prayer, I just repeat it over and over. Maybe I’m hoping these words will lose their meaning, if I’ll bounce them against every wall? Every wall of every empty room. I wander around them at night. You stood here, you smiled there, we had an argument, sitting in these chairs. And here, here you touched my shoulder. - Come back to me. Please, come back to me. -

5. How come, it’s been months already? I counted the seconds; they aimlessly wandered around, and then, having nothing else to do, gathered into minutes. It took more courage for minutes to gather in hours, but they did anyway. Hours slowly built up the days, and every seven days made it into a week. - I know, how time works. I’m just not sure, it works for me. - It’s not a straight line, I think. It’s more like a quagmire, and I’m drowning. I looked at myself in the mirror again this morning, as I do every day. I look closely, I check, I perceive. Hey, you’d be proud of me, you know? Little by little, I merge my usual “I” with your vision of me. Because this is the best way to remember you - to live by your last words. - I’d like to tell you, how YOU changed me. [ X ] -

6. Light is blinding me. Heart grew so big, it filled all of my chest, not sure, if there’s a place left to breathe in. Please, let it be real. Please. Please… Not another happy dream, that turns into nightmare, when I’m waking up. Please. - I see you. - Same room, same spot. You. Alive. Your hands are cold. You’re so weak, you can’t stand by yourself, you can’t even speak. But before you passed out, you looked at me. You looked at me, and I saw my own eyes reflect in yours. And that was enough to believe this is real. - I don’t remember… I… - Someone’s shaking my shoulder and saying my name over and over again. I’m sitting on the floor, holding you in my arms. My fingers hurt. I must’ve clutched them into your trench coat too tight. I have no idea how long I’ve been sitting like this. But yes… yes… Sam’s hand is on my shoulder and he’s right, his voice is very quiet, but he’s right. We should get you out of here. We should put you in bed. - I nod. I’m not sure I can speak. -

7. It’s so quiet. - You lay. You rest. You sleep. I’ll watch over you. It’s my turn now. The room is still. Only movement is your chest’s slow ups and downs, as you breathe. It’s just air, nothing more, right? How can the sound of air, filling the lungs, be the most soothing sound in the world? But it is. - It’s our air. We share it. - And I’m crying. I’m crying and I’m crying and I can’t stop. -

8. Sam came back from the store, I stand in the kitchen, taking out groceries and stuff out of the shopping bags. Among everything, I see he bought a super glue, I have no idea, what he needs this for. This is so stupid, this is so fucking stupid, it’s pathetic… but I can’t keep my eyes of it. “Use super glue to strongly bind 2 surfaces together”. I want to come into your room, I want to sit beside you, while you’re still sleeping. I want to smear that goddamn glue all over you, from head to toe, and put myself on top of you, as like I’m the other surface. “Assemble parts and hold together with pressure for 15 seconds or until set”, the directions say. Or, there’s gotta be sewing kit here somewhere? I want to thread a needle and sew you to me. With such large and strong stitches, I darned Sam’s pants like that when I was a kid, I know these stitches are reliable, believe me. Or use a duck tape. Or shove us both into the bottle and threw it away into the ocean. - It’s been two days and nine hours, since you’re back. Someday, I’ll be able to leave your room, leave you out of my sight, and don’t feel growing panic in my chest. - Someday, I’ll believe you’re back for good. For good. For ever. Not today. -

9. Your bare legs are sticking out of your robe. You are strong enough to walk around the bunker, and, of course, the first thing you did is get to the kitchen. Oh, you woke up hungry and just wanted to make yourself a sandwich, I see… You are not cold, but you are sitting on a chair, constantly adjusting this stupid robe, wrapping yourself in it tighter. You weirdo. You know who you remind me of? A cold little sparrow on a twig, who keeps on ruffling the feathers to keep warm. Those legs are sticking out… - I place a huge bowl of hot chicken soup in front of you. “Eat!” I say. “Or I’m gonna start feeding you with a spoon, I swear!” You mutter something dissatisfied about peanut butter and jelly under your nose, but I won’t even listen. "Eat!” I say. Seriously, you didn’t want to wake me up?? So nice of you! Next time consider my near heart attack, maybe? You look sorry and giving me those puppy eyes, and I swear I want to smile so bad. Not just smile, really. To laugh with my full chest, easy and warm. - You breathe. You sleep. Now you eat. Should I ask questions? You’re here. You’re okay. You’re getting better. - You’re getting better. -

10. Your hair smell of my shampoo. Your hair. Smell of my shampoo. Your clothes are my old ones, but they fit you so good. Soon, when you’re well enough, we’re gonna drive some place nice and buy you your own. It’s selfish, probably, but I want it to happen as late, as possible; not your recovery, of course, your new clothes, I mean. - You look mine in my clothes. - Your hair smell of my shampoo. I’ve realised it just now, when you fell asleep on my shoulder. I forgive you, we’ve seen this movie two times already, it’s okay. And I can pretend I’m still watching it, while shamelessly wander my eyes over you, curled in a ball, covered with soft plaid. - I dare to kiss the top of your head, I dare to cover your knuckles with my palm, carefully, not to wake you up. - You are so warm. -

11. Do I deserve you? - Do I? Your presence in my life. You. All of you. So pure, so perfect. So selfless. I’d say you are full of light, but it’s not quite so. Because you are the light. God, I’m so scared. It starts in my fingertips, they ache, like being pinned with needles. Needles get into my blood flow and make my whole body shiver. - It took me way too long to understand, but I see now… it’s not about you, it’s about me. I know, I know! I remember everything you’ve said. I remember how I tried to believe it, to understand, to accept, to let it all inside me and keep it there. Your simple truth, that I actually mean something. Mean so much. To you. Fucking everyday morning exercises. Look and repeat, look and repeat to self all over again, “you are loved, you are loved, you are loved…” until not scared of the meaning. But… is this enough? What you feel about me? What I feel about you? To deserve you? Do I deserve you, do I? Do I? I… - But you’re kissing me back. - And you shiver too. Are those my needles got into your veins or are those yours? Jesus, do you have the same idiotic thoughts in your head?? God, we are both so clumsy, so stupid, so fucking stupid! We were so dumb, we are both so dumb! We are… We… - WE. - And I’m kissing you. I’m kissing you. I deserve it. I deserve you. I do. -

12. To feel the pulse on your neck with my lips. To smile, when your stubble tickles my ribs. To hear your shuddered inhales right next to my temple. To hold you, closer than ever, and not be afraid to. - It’s something about the heat of your skin, that makes me feel belonged. Safe. -

13. - You told me, you want to grow old with me. -

14. It’s quite hot, but windy today. You rolled the window down, and fresh air immediately filled up the car. We’re driving back home from the grocery store. You’re texting to someone and smiling. Tell them “Hi” from me. We’re listening to the new mixtape you’ve made. It’s awful, by the way. 90’s? Seriously?? Oh, don’t hurt yourself rolling your eyes back. Ok…Okay! I’m shutting up! You’re taking two milkshakes out of the bag, one for you, one for me. We argue on who’s gonna cook today. We drive past the small tidy houses with green yards and gardens, talking over each one of those. Someday, soon, yeah, most likely. That one with blue shutters? Yeah, I like it too. - In between of shifting the gears, I hold your hand. I love you. - Days are like this. -

15. Hello, my name is Dean Winchester. White male, early forties’. I don’t try to recognize myself in a mirror anymore. I don’t ask questions. - I’m just here. - Yeah, there’s grey in my hair, quite a bit, but still. These are my arms, my shoulders, hands. I used to know my hands as lethal, strong and fast, and I’ve always thought, that’s enough for male hands. I mean… they are, yes. But now I’d add, they are full of care, also. Even gentle. They are good for so many things, I didn’t even realize they are so good. [ X ] - This is my face. Here are my freckles and there are my wrinkles. - This is my skin; I live in it.

- It finally fits me. -

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eevvvaa · 3 years ago

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A Supernatural Journey - Part 20

A Supernatural Journey - Masterlist

Serie Summary : After an unplanned event in their road trip, Emily and Eva crossed paths with two brothers. One thing leading to another, the two best friends found themselves in what seems to be a supernatural journey…

Pairing : Dean Winchester x Eva (OC), Sam Winchester x Emily (OC)

Warnings : Dean is an idiot, a bit of teasing, some angst, low-selfesteem, self-hate, some fluff too and comfort TW : panic attack

Words : 15 814

Dividers by the amazing @firefly-graphics

Emily’s POV:

The next day, Eva and I hurried to the pet shop before going to work in order to get everything we needed for our new arrivals.

Therefore, instead of coming home with only food and a fish bowl, we bought some little objects to keep them entertained. So once we were home, we found ourselves building a whole pirate theme fish bowl with a chest making bubbles, some golden pieces and the wreck of a ship. Everything was finally ready for Joey’s and Chandler’s new life. And when we went to work, we weren’t afraid to come back and find them floating on their backs anymore.

The days went by and our fishes stayed alive. Thankfully.

New Year’s Eve came pretty quickly after we came back from our parent’s houses and Eva and I decided to celebrate it with other people. We didn’t have a large enough apartment to be able to throw a party, not that I would have liked it, so we immediately accepted when a friend from high school offered us to join her in town.

Helen was a very kind and caring woman. We had been friends with her since senior year and kept in touch even if we couldn’t see each other a lot. So it wasn’t a problem for us to celebrate New Year with her. We were even happy to.

Eva and I wanted to call the brothers and offer them to celebrate with us but unfortunately they were gone in yet another case.

I had tried to bury deep inside the disappointed feeling I felt when Sam told me they couldn’t get there in time. I had continued to talk with him during the holidays at my parents’ and even if I was getting more and more scared of this warmth in my chest when he would text me back, I was also excited to see him again. Because as much as I tried to deny it, tried to hide from my best friend but also myself, I enjoyed talking to him and the attention he was willing to give me.

I had decided to try and follow my brother’s and Eva’s advice : listening to myself, not overthinking things and seeing where it was going instead. But a part of me continued to say I didn’t deserve any of this and that Sam was going to move on as soon as he'd find out who I really was.

I hated this idea.

Anyway, by 7:30 p.m. we met Helen at the bar so we could catch up before drinking and joining people we didn’t know to scream the countdown together and enjoy the fireworks.

When we met her she wasn’t alone and introduced us to her girlfriend, Heather. She was funny and had dark pink hair that looked really good on her. It was nice to see them. We talked a lot. Remembering things from high school, the parties we had thrown at her house, the love stories from back then, the life we were living right now. Helen told us about her job in the US Fish and Wildlife Service, something she had always been inspired to be and I once again complained about Owen.

Then the topic of relationships came. Like every time someone asked about this, my face turned stoic and inscrutable. No emotions were showing so no one would want to know about me. Not that I would have shared anything on that matter.

If it wasn’t to Eva, I didn’t tell anyone about my crushes. This way no one could tease me about this. No one could use whatever feeling I had, against me. No one could hurt me by using my own feelings. No one could act like Cameron had.

Eva on the other hand had always been more opened about her emotions. She didn’t mind crying in front of people or saying she found a boy cute out loud. I admired her for that because it was for sure something I wasn’t able to do. I never really showed what I felt besides anger when it was too strong.

Therefore, I wasn’t surprised when she mentioned a certain Winchester, admitting out loud that she liked him and waited to see if something was going to happen. Eva shot me a teasing look when she started to explain he had a brother, but I knew she wasn’t going to betray me. I trusted her.

Eva didn’t mention the hunting of supernatural beings when she told them how we had met them, favoring a normal and friendly meeting on our road trip.

Then the night quickly fell on us and it was time to go to the park.

The four of us decided to walk up there. The cold wind froze our cheeks but the little amount of alcohol in our systems kept us warm. Eva and I started to walk a bit behind Helen and Heather. The blonde girl grabbed my arm, intertwining hers with mine and I turned towards her.

She offered me a wide smile that lightened her brown eyes.

“So what are your resolutions for the new year?” She asked me and I immediately laughed.

“None. Why? You have some?” I curiously asked, tilting my head.

Eva thought to herself for a second then nodded at me.

“I want to worry less and appreciate more. I want to learn to keep cool and enjoy the little things I have. I want to be able to do things I love without worrying that something terrible is going to happen. I want to live properly, you know.”

My friend marked a pause before turning her to look at the girls in front of us. The couple was holding hands and smiling at each other, clear love and adoration in their eyes. Then she turned back to me, a little smile on her face.

“And I want what they have.” She declared and I grinned.

It wasn’t a mocking grin but one that clearly implied something.

“With Dean, you mean.” I tried and she looked away for a second, trying to hide her little smile.

Then she took a breath, straightening.

“With whoever wants to have this with me. Even if I wouldn’t mind if it’s with him.” She confessed and my smile grew wider.

She looked a bit embarrassed, proving to me that she started to really like him. I gave her a nudge and she looked at me, slightly raising her eyebrows.

“Maybe you could text him for the New Year. You know, to tell him your resolutions.” I told her, wiggling my eyebrows as much as I could.

She let a small laugh out and a smirk appeared on her face, replacing the confession expression from before.

“Only if you text Sam.” She declared, causing a drop of my stomach at the mention of the younger Winchester.

I swallowed and faked a frown.

“Why would I do that? I don’t have any resolutions anyway.” I explained and she shook her head at me, not buying anything I had just said.

“Could you just stop denying it with me?” She asked me, rolling her eyes a little.

I knew it was no use to argue with her about this. She knew what I thought of the taller hunter but I still refused to completely admit anything out loud. So I gave her a look to make her understand I wasn’t completely denying it, just protecting myself.

She was about to say something else when Helen turned around so she could face us.

“Why are you two always behind?” She asked us and we offered her huge smiles before hurrying a little to be next to Heather.

The four of us finally arrived at the park and we could already hear some music in the distance. The more we walked to the wider space of grass, the louder the music was.

Some blue and red lights were illuminating the trees around a thousand people who were dancing, jumping, singing in rhythm with the music. Some people had beer bottles, others bottles of coke filled with some alcohol mixed with coke. Everybody was smiling and looked happy. Some couples were making out in darker spots, friends were already starting the countdown even if it was in twenty minutes. People were carrying others on their shoulders and were faking fighting.

We made our way through all those people, avoiding getting bumped by guys wearing glitter hats and fake glasses with the New Year on them, and found a brighter spot to stay at.

Eva and Heather started to discuss with a man, laughing a little but turning down his drink when he offered it to them while I talked with Helen.

Then people started to shout and move around, catching our attention. When I turned towards the most of the sounds, I saw a guy on another’s shoulders while this one was standing on a bench.

“TWO MINUTES LEFT!” He yelled above the music and the other people.

Everyone cheered and I felt a cold hand on my wrist. I turned my head to see the person touching me and met my best friend’s eyes. A bit of mischievousness in them.

“I have an agreement for you!” She shouted, trying to be louder than the drunk girls next to us.

I raised my eyebrows at her, waiting for her to continue and she brought me closer to her so she would be more audible.

“Instead of calling one Winchester each, what do you say we call them together?” She told me and I frowned a second, not understanding what she meant for a second.

Then she took her phone out of her pocket and my eyes drifted to the screen. I saw her scrolled down the names, she skipped Dean’s name and stopped at Sam’s. I glanced at her, my eyebrows furrowing, wondering why she hadn’t chosen to call Dean.

“I think Sam will be more inclined to answer a Facetime call than Dean.” She explained, letting a little laugh out at the end.

Before I could argue about the Facetime idea, she was calling him. A weird feeling sat in my stomach when she brought the phone closer to our faces. When I saw myself in the reflection of the phone, I immediately hated what I saw. I looked around, trying to look everywhere but at myself when the man screamed again.

“ONE MINUTE LEFT!”

Everyone cheered again and a little smile took place on my face at the happy atmosphere that surrounded us. The ringing sound of the call continued for a few seconds until it stopped. I looked at Eva’s phone and saw Sam’s face.

His hair was a bit wet and he replaced a lock of them behind his ear, causing a warm sensation in my stomach. I unconsciously replaced one of mine too and immediately wanted to slap myself for my gesture. Then he furrowed his eyebrows, looking closely at the screen, then his face relaxed a bit when a light illuminated our faces.

“Hey.” He told us a bit curious, almost as a question and Eva quickly cut him off.

“Please, go get Dean!” She loudly said and I chuckled at his confused face. I couldn’t help but think he looked really cute, but it was the only thought I allowed myself to have.

As Sam didn’t move immediately, Eva brought her face closer to the phone.

“TEN!” The crowd started to countdown and Eva straightened a little.

“Hurry up, Sam!” She shouted so he could hear her above the noises around us.

“NINE!”

The younger Winchester instantly moved around. I could see the ugly wallpaper of their motel room when he hurried in the room.

“EIGHT!”

“Dean, open up. Phone call!” Sam shouted to his brother, knocking on a door but no other head joined Sam’s.

“SEVEN!”

Sam looked at the screen for a second then knocked on the door again.

“SIX!”

“FIVE!”

“Dude! Eva on the phone, open up!” He shouted again and faced the screen with a little smile.

A warmth rose up my spine at the sight.

Eva and I looked at each other, unsure that the older Winchester was going to show up.

“FOUR!”

The door opened in a quick movement revealing Dean’s bare shoulders and wet face. I glanced at my best friend and saw her taking a breath and swallowing. I wanted to make fun of her but hold myself back.

‘THREE!”

“Hey Ladies!” He told us and I saw a smile reaching Eva’s lips.

“TWO!”

The brothers looked at each other for a quick second and the final number was yelled.

“ONE!”

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” My friend and I screamed at the brothers, along with the crowd.

Everyone cheered and kissed or hugged each other. Some people clapped, others blew party horns. Everyone was making loud noises and when I turned my head I spotted Helen and Heather kissing each other tenderly. I smiled at them then looked at the screen again.

Sam and Dean smiled at us and Eva’s grin grew wider. I knew she was happy to share this with them. And the truth was, I was too.

Dean opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by a detonation. Eva and I flinched a bit at the sound but quickly relaxed when the sky illuminated in a bright green. We raised our heads and another firework exploded in the dark sky, crackling when it disappeared.

The show in the sky continued and Eva smiled brightly at the sight. She turned her phone a little so the boys could see the fireworks too but let us appear in the frame so they could still have a vision of us.

Dean seemed to be marveled by the show, his eyes looking at everything he could see. Sam, on the other hand, looked directly at the camera. I stole a glance at Eva who had her chin raised towards the sky then looked back at the phone. He continued to stare at the camera and a smile stretched his lips.

I tried to convince myself he wasn’t looking at me but at the luminous show on top of my head. But when he mouthed ‘Happy New Year’, I knew he was saying it to me. I felt myself blushing and I was glad he couldn’t clearly see me. I looked away for a second but eventually looked back at him. He was still smiling but was now saying something to his brother.

Maybe this year was going to be a good one after all.

Eva’s POV :

My dream started to fade away as I heard my door squeaking, followed by footsteps. I tried to keep my eyes closed as much as I could, praying to fall back asleep when something jumped on my bed and half-crushed me. Before I could push it away, the weight moved my arm frantically and a high voice reached my brain.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Emily yelled in my ears and I growled loudly before searching blindly for a pillow. When I found one, I grabbed it and threw it at her. I heard her gasp and she hit my shoulder with it in return.

I knew this day was coming. I always liked my birthday but it had never really been a big deal for me. I always enjoyed celebrating my birthday with my family and friends, sharing a cake with them, even the little more attention than usual I received that day. I always liked it but it was a normal day too.

Then Emily came into my life.

Emily never loved her birthday because she didn't like being the center of attention and honestly I understood it but I had another relation with birthdays. It had always been a way to reunite the people I loved all together at the same place. Sometimes my dad came even if my parents weren't together for a long time already.

Anyway, despite the fact that my best friend didn't enjoy her own birthday, she often made sure that mine was great. She had organised many surprise parties for me, some that I helped planning and then acted like I knew nothing about it when my friends screamed 'SURPRISE!'.

Therefore, I wasn't astonished when the brown haired girl jumped on my bed with such joy.

“Wake up, Sleepyhead!” She told me, way too cheerful.

“No, let me sleep.” I growled, trying to hide my head under the covers of my bed, hoping that my friend would go away if I did.

“No, come on, wake up. It’s already 11:00 a.m. anyway, you need to wake up before it’s night again.” She explained, tugging at the sheets and uncovering my head. I hated her for doing that.

“I wouldn’t mind.” I told her, opening an eye while frowning and saw her leaning over me.

I chuckled at her face and she smiled.

“I know you wouldn’t but come on! Both of us are free today so what do you say we celebrate your birthday properly.” She told me and I could see by her smile that she was trying to trick me into getting up.

I smirked and laid on my back, my arm resting on my forehead.

“So since it’s my day, we can do whatever I want?” I asked her, acting like I was just making sure we were on the same page.

Emily thought about it for a second then nodded at me.

“I guess, yeah.” She answered and I grinned at her. She furrowed her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes.

She could feel I was going to play semantics.

“Good. Then I want to sleep all day.” I declared and turned my back to her.

But the brown haired girl didn’t let me. She grabbed my arm and turned me back on my back. I sighed loudly, showing her how annoyed I was and she laughed at this. Then Emily pulled my arm and forced me to sit in my bed. I threw my head back in desperation and she rolled her eyes at me

“Come on, I’ll let you make me watch one of your weird movies." She told me and I raised my eyebrows in surprise. She tilted her head a little, waiting to see if I would accept her offer.

I was sure it was kind of a trick because she knew I would never say no to this kind of proposal, that I would never say no to a movie I liked and she hated. So I smiled brightly at her and she understood my silent 'yes'.

She got up from the bed and walked to my bedroom's door before turning around and winking at me. Well, more blinked considering she had always been incapable of winking, always ending up closing both of her eyes instead of just one. I chuckled at the sight and she left the room, heading to the living room. I grabbed my phone and quickly joined her.

Once in the living room, I walked to the shelves filled with all the DVDs we had. I looked at them, reading the names I knew all too well. We had around two thousands of DVDs because I had always prefered having the object in my hands, being able to choose and put the disk in the DVD player. But there was also the fact I could have all bonuses, deleted scenes and bloopers at my disposal, whenever I wanted.

After browsing through all the titles, my eyes fell on three names. I smiled and straightened a little to speak to my friend in the kitchen.

“Be kind rewind, Rubber or What we do in the shadows?” I asked her and she widened her eyes, like I was speaking Japanese to her.

I laughed and took the three movies in my hands, turning to her so she could see the covers. She pursed her lips at me, considering her choices and probably regretting her previous offer.

“Which one do you think I'll be more able to go through without suffering too much?” She asked me and I rolled my eyes at her face.

Then I looked at the options in my hands, wondering what my friend would like.

After an internal debate with myself, I decided she could appreciate the one with Jack Black. So I put Rubber and What we do in the shadows back in their places and opened the sleeve of Be kind rewind to put the dvd in the player.

When I straightened from in front of the TV, I turned around and grabbed the remote on the couch to freeze the screen on the main menu. Then Emily joined me and put the hot beverages for our breakfast on the coffee table along with some French toasts before taking place on the couch. I sat next to her and she gestured to the TV with her head and raised her eyebrows in question.

“So what did you choose?” She asked me and I grabbed my cup of café au lait with sugar that she always found so disgusting. But for once she had made me one. Maybe her reason was my birthday.

Anyway, I smiled when I took a sip and she offered me her disgusted face.

“Be kind rewind. It's a comedy with Jack Black and Mos Def where they have to perform a lot of cult movies again after they've been erased from the video tapes because one of them was magnetized.” I explained, taking a bit of the French toasts.

Emily stayed silent for a second then moved her head in incomprehension.

“What?!” She said, her voice a little higher and I chuckled, almost choking on the bread.

“Just watch the movie, I'm sure you'll like it.” I told her and pressed the start button.

I nuzzled up against the couch behind, making myself comfortable as the movie started. As the production company's name appeared I smiled, thinking that it was going to be such a simple and yet perfect birthday. Just enjoying the day and watching a movie with my best friend.

Emily didn't make any other comments and decided to give it a shot. I took another sip of my coffee and hoped she would like it.

Emily's POV:

Turned out the movie wasn't that bad and I laughed a few times.

As the credits rolled, Eva smiled, still focused on the movie even if it was finished. I always enjoyed seeing her so filled with wonder in front of movies. It made me smile to know she was carried and moved by the stories told by the camera; like it was the case for me and books.

When the screen turned black, she moved her body to face me and wriggle her eyebrows.

“So? Did you like it?” She asked me and by the little smile on her face, I knew she hoped I had.

“Well, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.” I teased her, looking to the sky a little just to annoy her. But Eva didn't buy it and snorted.

“You're such a liar. I heard you laugh at least five times.” She told me, raising her eyebrows like a mom so I laughed.

“Yeah, yeah. Maybe. And I said maybe, I liked it.” I half-admitted and she immediately cut me off.

“I knew you were going to like it!” She exclaimed and I shrugged, making her shush me with her hand.

“Next time, we watch ‘What we do in the shadows’.” She stated and I squinted.

“What is it about, again?” I asked, not sure if I really wanted to know.

“It's a documentary about a bunch of vampires.” She told me, like it was completely normal.

“Yeah, sounds great.” I sarcastically told her and she smiled brightly at me.

“I know!” She said, already excited to show me this movie.

Then she must have seen my face while I tried to hold myself from laughing at her. Her happy smile disappeared a little and she pinched her lips in realization.

“It was a joke, wasn't it?” She more stated than asked and I nodded, closing my eyes.

She sighed deeply and I offered her a forced smile. She moved her head away from me so I couldn't see her anymore but by the look of it I knew she was looking too.

I was about to start a new conversation with her when her phone rang. She quickly grabbed it and turned to me with a smile.

“It's my mom. I'll be right back.” She explained before heading to her room and I could already hear her 'thank you'.

I took the empty dishes and carried them to the sink to wash them later.

After her call with her mother, Eva came back and our day really started.

We fed Joey and Chandler and they looked really happy to have some food. Then we searched the huge wardrobe in order to find a game to play. We found a Clue and realized after ten rounds that it wasn't as entertaining as it was with six people. So we moved to another game and found a quiz, which probably belonged to our parents considering the questions were way too old for us.

After both of us lost at least twice, we decided to get dressed and pay a visit to Mrs McCarthy. The English woman kindly opened her t-door to us and offered to make us a snack we gladly accepted. We stayed with her for an hour and a half, listening to her stories and sharing some of ours. This time, she even showed us some new pictures of her, her husband, her children, and her previous life in England. She was a bit moved by it but seemed nevertheless happy to share this with us. And we were glad she did.

Around 3:00 p.m. we headed back to the apartment and Eva received another call for her birthday so she headed to her bedroom to answer it.

As I poured myself a glass of water, when my phone lit up, revealing a new text. I grabbed it and unlocked it to see who it was. My breath got stuck in my throat for a quick second as I read Sam's name but rapidly got myself together. I opened the messages section and started to read it.

‘Hi Emily. How are you?’

It was so simple and yet it made me feel things. In a way I hated it. I hated the fact that something as simple as a text made me feel strange sensations in my stomach. But on the other hand, it was new. It was kinda new for me to get feelings with a text, and truth was, it scared me.

‘Hi. Fine, you?’

I texted back, something as simple as his.

‘Good. We are back at the Bunker and we wanted to know if you two wanted to come today?’

He explained and my first reaction was to say yes. It had been a long time since I had seen Sam and I would for sure be happy to see him again. But quickly after, the idea of facing him after the whole date thing and the kiss I tried to deny to myself, made me want to say no.

But it was also Eva's birthday and maybe she wanted to stay at home or go out just the two of us, or see some other friends. It was her birthday and I found it normal to ask her what she desired to do for her day.

‘Well, it's Eva's birthday so I'll ask her and get back to you, okay?’

I sent him and hoped my text wouldn't appear too mean, because it wasn't what I wanted. I just didn't want to give him hope I couldn't give him or just commit myself into something I couldn't. But it also protected me from facing the things I felt since a little time.

‘I know and I understand if you girls want to stay together but if you feel like it, the door is open.’

He told me and I found it really nice. As I was about to respond Eva appeared in front of me.

“Who is it?” She immediately asked and I tried to remain calm and act as it wasn't a big deal. Because it wasn't.

“Sam.”

Eva wriggled her eyebrows at me, like I expected her to do and I shushed her rapidly.

“What is he saying?” She continued her questions and I took a sip of water before answering her.

“That they are back and he offered to join them at the Bunker.” I explained and a part of me hoped she would say no, that she would rather spend the day here with me, or even have dinner at Mrs McCarthy but by the small smile that reached her lips, I knew it wasn't the case.

“Sure, that would be great.” She rapidly said and I hid a sigh.

“You're sure? I mean, it's your birthday, I would understand if you want to stay here or even go out tonight.” I tried to give her all the options possible but she slightly shook her head.

“Exactly, it's my birthday and it would be really nice to share this with them.” She told me and I nodded, trying to suppress the uncomfortable feeling that started to grow in my chest.

Eva narrowed her eyes a second and I immediately understood she was seeing right through me.

“You don't want to?” She tried.

I immediately shook my head at her, not wanting to prevent her from having a good time.

“No, no, that's not it. If you wanna go, we will.” I told her and she tilted her head.

She didn't believe me.

“Is it because of Sam?” She softly said and I exhaled loudly, lowering my head.

“I'm not the only one in this story, Em'. So, if you don't wanna go, we won't. Just tell him I would rather spend the day here with you. Or that we have dinner with some friends from high school.”

She quickly tried to find a loophole to my problem and I honestly loved her for this but it couldn't be a solution. Because as much as I wanted to run away, a part of me didn't want to.

So I once again shook my head and this time offered her smile, I hoped she would accept.

“No. I'm just... You know, we haven't seen each other since... you know. And I don't know how to act around him anymore.” I tried to explain, incapable of saying the words ‘date’ or even ‘kiss’out loud.

Eva seemed to understand what I meant and I was grateful for it because I didn't know how I could explain more than that. She pulled a stool towards her and sat on it, completely facing me.

“You do what feels right. You don't prevent yourself from doing things just because you're afraid and you don't deny everything that happened because it wouldn't be fair to Sam. If you want to slow things down between the two of you, tell him, it's okay to do so. But don't let him in the dark, don't ignore him and please, please don't forbid yourself from feeling.” She told me with a firm yet kind voice.

She had always been the kind of person to choose her words to soothe people, to help them and it was the way she was with me too. It had always worked for me. But sometimes I needed someone to tell me, frontally, directly and firmly things in order to pull myself together.

At this moment, she had made the right call because that was exactly what I needed.

“You're right...” I admitted and she smiled widely at me.

“I wasn't too forward?” She asked me, a bit unsure. So I quickly reassured her.

“No, no. It was great, you're right and I needed that.” I honestly told her and I could see her relaxed. I offered her a smile and grabbed my phone again.

“So, I tell him we're coming?” I asked her, to make sure she hadn't changed her mind.

She looked at the table for a quick second and I frowned at her expression. Then she raised her head again and shrugged.

“If you're up for it, sure.” She answered and I waited a second to see if she wanted to add something but she didn't.

Then I realized that Eva hadn't seen Dean since their night at the bar. And I didn't doubt she wanted to spend her birthday with him. This fact helped me make my final decision.

‘We're in.’

I sent to Sam and waited a few seconds before I got an answer.

‘Great. See you later, then.’

‘See you later.’

I put my phone back on the table and smiled at my best friend.

“I told him we are going.” I declared and she let a small smirk appear on her right cheek.

“Thank you.” She almost whispered and it confirmed to me she wanted to see Dean for her birthday.

“So, do we sleep there? Because we have to work at... 8:00 a.m. for you and half an hour later for me. I mean, we're not going to drive all the way over there for, like, two hours. What do you think?” She said and I hadn't thought about that fact.

“Yeah, that wouldn't be so stupid.” I agreed with her and took my phone again.

‘Is it okay if we sleep at the Bunker?’

I asked him and Sam didn't take long to answer.

‘Not at all. You're welcome to stay.’

I smiled at his words and nodded at Eva.

“It's all good.”

Considering the way to Lebanon was a three hour drive, Eva and I didn't wait long to pack a bag and head to the car. Following Eva's advice, I brought my scrub with me because the odds of us being on time the next morning and being able to stop by the apartment before going to work was very small.

Eva took the wheel and decided the music we were going to listen to. Some classic rock I could sing too, some unknown bands she had discovered and some albums from famous actors she liked.

The day was clear but still a bit cold. Thankfully, the car had a heater but I could see the steam forming on the windows. Looking at the trees passing on my right, I let my mind wander a little.

When we passed the 'Lebanon' sign, my stomach tightened and I realized I was going to face Sam. It wasn't that I didn't want to see him again, more the opposite if I was honest, but we hadn't really talked about what had happened between us and I didn't know how I was supposed to act. The easiest way to handle all of this for me was denial. I was pretty great at denial and I could make myself believe nothing had happened. But Eva was right and it wasn't fair for him. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to go back to Topeka. To just enjoy the day with Eva, offering her the gift I had chosen and ignore the younger Winchester.

Eva turned to the left and we quickly found ourselves parking in the garage of the Bunker.

We had arrived, it was too late.

My friend let a long breath out and a yawn before opening the driver's door. I took a quick and deep breath to give myself the courage I needed and followed her movements. She walked to me, handing me my backpack and offered me a smile. Then frowned a second.

“You're alright?” She asked me and I nodded, forcing a smile so she wouldn't worry.

“Yes. You?” I asked back and she tilted her head a little.

“Yeah, yeah.” She answered and I knew by the sound of her voice that she didn't believe me. But she didn't push.

She threw her bag on her shoulder and intertwined my arm with hers, hugging it. I smiled at the gesture and she winked at me, leading me towards the huge metal door.

The door opened in a creak and Eva walked down the stairs first. The brothers were sitting in the library, Sam in front of his laptop and Dean deep in thoughts, a beer in hand. It was a bit strange how welcomed we were in this place, none of them minding if we arrived unannounced.

As the door closed loudly, they turned their heads in sync, smiling when they spotted us. Eva quickly finished the last steps and opened her arms towards them in a happy gesture. I smiled.

“Holà, muchachos!” She declared loudly and I shook my head in exasperation.

Dean chuckled and got up to walk to her.

“Holà, Señorita.” He told her with what I suppose was a seducing grin and my friend smiled at him.

When he was close enough, Eva wrapped her arms around his waist and he hugged her back.

I smiled while looking at them, happy for my best friend, when I felt a presence behind me. I turned around and met a chest I was starting to get familiar with. I gulped and raised my head, meeting some gentle hazel eyes staring at me.

Sam smiled at me, as if he was really happy to see me but eventually scratched the back of his neck in an embarrassed gesture.

Of course he would be embarrassed.

I tried to look away, to ignore the unusual feeling in my stomach, tried to deny any kind of attraction towards the tall hunter, to bury deep inside every ounce of fear of being rejected by him.

I tried.

But when he gently put his large hands on the top of my arms to keep me still in front of him, everything disappeared. I was still afraid, afraid that he had changed his mind about me, afraid that he was going to say he didn't want more with me, afraid I was going to disgust him.

As he had read my mind, he gave me another smile, an honest and gentle one, as a way to say 'stop worrying' and he started to lean.

I knew I should have raised my head and put myself on my tiptoes in order to meet his lips halfway but panic invaded my mind and took control of my body. So I lowered my head and he had a movement of hesitation.

That was it. That was the moment he was going to walk away and never talk to me again.

But Sam proved me wrong. Instead of taking a step back and welcoming my best friend, he continued his movement and his lips landed on my forehead.

It wasn't just a quick peck, a small gesture to try and act like I hadn't backed away, it was a genuine adorable gesture. His lips stayed on my forehead a bit more than they were supposed to and the moistness of them left a mark on it when he stepped back.

I didn't doubt I was red as a tomato. I could feel the heat on my cheeks and considering he was now grinning but without a hint of mock, I must have looked really flustered by such a simple action.

I wanted to run away from the situation and the light feelings in my stomach. I wanted to push him away and tell him I didn't feel anything and never will.

But I also wanted to bring him closer to me so he could wrap his strong arms around me, making me feel safe, making me wanted, making me feel great about myself for once.

But I couldn't.

So I just stayed still and gathered my courage to raise my head and really look at him.

That's when I noticed it. The small scratch under his right eye and the bruise on the top of his head, on the left. Such small injuries that reminded me of the warrior he was, instantly contrasting with the previous gentle touch. Even though they were tiny, I wanted to tend them, to brush my fingers against the hurt skin of his face.

But who was I to do so? Who was I to pretend to be able to ease his pain? Who was I to desire such things?

I tried to shut the voice in my head but it was too late, she had made me believe her.

So I took a step back and turned my head to say 'Hi' to his brother.

Eva's POV :

I hadn't realized how much I had missed him. His arms around me, his hands on my back. I closed my eyes and his hands tightened his grip on me, making me enjoy the sensation. Enjoy his scent. Enjoy the warmth in my stomach.

I could have stayed here for hours.

But eventually we had to pull away. Because as much as I wanted to stay in his arms, feeling his body pressed against mine, and just spend the rest of the day close to him, we weren't alone. Sam was here too and I wanted to greet him. Emily was also here and it was the first time she and Sam saw each other again, so I needed to be here for her if she needed help or doubted herself.

And even though it was my birthday, it didn't mean everything had to be about me. So, I slowly pulled away and Dean let his hands slide down my back, keeping the physical touch a little longer. I couldn't help but appreciate it.

I raised my head to offer him a smile, showing I was happy to see him again but quickly frowned when I spotted the huge bruise on his left cheek.

How could I have missed that?

But I quickly raised my eyebrows in realization of how he had gotten this bruise.

“I’m fine.” He said, cutting my thoughts and I offered him a small smile, not really convinced by it.

Dean gave me his 'I'm fine' face. A face I started to know but still didn't believe.

Out of instinct I slowly moved my hand towards his face and gently landed it on his hurt cheek. He let me but hardly swallowed, like he wasn't sure he should.

My brown eyes met his green ones and I understood he appreciated the gesture. I was slowly starting to learn that Dean communicated more with his eyes than with words. Therefore, all the unsaid things between us, the kisses we had shared, the late night conversations, the drunk call, everything was told in his eyes. And selfishly, I liked how I started to read him.

Then he wrapped his fingers around my wrist to lower my hand and blinked, making the transparency of his emotions in his eyes disappear. Hiding back any kind of vulnerability.

Before I could say anything back, I heard my best friend’s voice on my left and took a step back from Dean. His hands leaving my body.

“Hey, Winchester.” She said and we turned her heads to look at her.

She offered a smile and put a hand on her arm before walking to the younger man.

“Hi, Princess.” He said to annoy her and they started a playful argument.

I let them talk and Sam opened my arms towards me, welcoming me. I hugged him too, greeting him as the friend he was starting to be to me. Our hug was friendly and as he pulled away, he gave me a kind grin.

I glanced at my friend, seeing her talking with Dean. I was about to try and know if everything was alright between them, but he quickly cut me off.

“Happy Birthday.” He gently told me.

He didn’t yell it, he just said it, like it wasn't a big deal and I was thankful for it because it wasn’t. Unfortunately Dean didn’t agree.

“What?!” He loudly asked, his voice showing surprise and even a bit confusion.

I bit my lip and met Sam worried eyes, like he was asking me if he had made a mistake. I slowly turned around and met Dean's shocked face, his eyebrows raised in confusion and his eyes wide opened.

“It’s your birthday?” He asked again and I let a breath out before nodding at him with a little smile.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He seemed really confused, even a bit hurt and I shrugged.

I hadn’t really had a reason, it just hadn’t came up in a conversation. But now, at Dean’s face I felt a bit bad.

“I don’t know, it just never came up. But it’s not a big deal, really.” I tried to explain and he shook his head at me, showing me he didn’t agree.

“It’s your birthday, we should have done something for it.” He started to argue and if I didn’t desire something for my birthday, it was a fight.

“No, you shouldn’t. I mean if you wanted to I would have appreciated it but I don’t need a birthday party, it’s okay. January 6th is a day like another.” I gently told him but he seemed to really feel bad about that.

He raised his gaze and probably looked at his brother behind me before an expression of realization illuminated his face.

“I don’t have a gift.” He stated and I gave him a kind smile, taking a step towards him.

“You don’t need one.” I told him but he once again disagreed with me.

He shook his head again and grabbed his jacket on the chair he was sitting on earlier, then put it on. We all watched him and he put the keys of his car out of his right pocket.

“You’re leaving?” I asked him and I knew my voice was smaller than usual.

Please, don’t leave.

He stopped in front of the stairs and nodded.

“I’m gonna find you a gift.” He stated and I stated to find this whole thing ridiculous.

“I told you it’s not a big deal, I don’t need one. No, I don’t want one. Don’t worry about that.” I tried but he started to climb the stairs, climbing the steps two by two and answered in the middle of it.

“I’ll be back.” He said and opened the huge door.

“Dean!”

I tried to make him understand I really didn’t need a gift to enjoy a birthday. Tried to tell him that I just wanted him to stay and celebrate this with me. That I just needed people to really enjoy my birthday, not necessarily gifts even if it was always nice to receive one. I just wanted him with me today. But he didn’t stop and the metal door finally closed and the sound echoed in the room.

I flinched a little at the sound and sighed loudly. It wasn’t how I had pictured my birthday.

I turned around and saw both Emily and Sam already looking at me, both of them offering me a sorry smile and eyes I didn’t really want to have a the moment.

So I shrugged at them and raised my hands.

“Well…What do you guys wanna do?” I asked, hoping they could make me forget about this disappointment for at least a few hours.

Emily's POV :

Dean Winchester was an idiot.

It didn't take a genius to understand Eva wanted him to stay here. But apparently the older Winchester was oblivious to that fact.

Even though she tried to hide it, I could see she was disappointed, even a bit sad. And Eva didn't deserve to feel like this, let alone on her birthday.

So, Sam and I decided to put things in our hands and organized a little something to cheer her up.

We started a light conversation, trying to make her forget about Dean and thankfully Eva took part of the conversation, at least acting like our distraction worked a little.

I didn't feel great at all but it didn't matter. It didn't matter that my head was telling me I didn't deserve anything with Sam. It didn't matter that it was saying he had kissed my forehead because he didn't want to make a fool of himself. It didn’t matter that I was clearly doubting myself again. None of this mattered, I needed to make my friend smile again.

So, after offering her a warm smile, I had intertwined her arm with mine and headed to the kitchen, the younger Winchester behind us.

After sharing some anecdotes about our lives, some funny stories where I tried to avoid Sam’s cute laugh and debating on some art subjects, an hour had went by. But still no Dean in sight.

This man was really unbelievable.

I offered another glass of coke to my friend and searched for some juice in the fridge when I spotted the milk. And realized we didn’t have a cake for her birthday.

I turned around and looked at Eva and Sam talking about a documentary on the Maya’s temples and what they meant, they had seen. I wondered who watched those kinds of documentaries but quickly remembered Eva watched random things on TV or YouTube when she couldn’t sleep at night sometimes.

My eyes fell on Sam for a second, reminding me he was too good for me then I quickly erased that thought and walked to them.

Both of them raised their heads towards me when I was next to them and waited for me to talk.

“We need to bake a birthday cake.” I told my friend and she immediately snorted before she could stop herself. I raised my eyebrows in a fake hurt gesture.

“You gonna bake me a cake?” She asked, like she was doubting I could and she had every right to.

“Well, I can try.” I started to argue and Eva did all she could to suppress a laugh.

At least I was making her smile.

“Em’, I love you and that’s really nice of you, but you can’t cook even with the book in front of you.” She said and unfortunately, wasn’t wrong.

The hunt.

“I can help.” He simply said with a smile and my stomach dropped a little.

I couldn’t ignore him if he was baking with me, right next to me. I needed to find a way to do this alone, or at least without his help because as much as I wanted it, I couldn’t accept any kind of sympathy from him. My mind wouldn’t let me.

Eva tilted her head and spoke to the hunter before I could.

“You know how to cook?” She asked and gently shrugged.

“Well, I know how to follow a recip.” He answered before eyeing me with a smile.

A pressure in my chest appeared but I couldn’t decide if it was because of his gaze on me or because of what my mind was screaming at me.

You’re not good enough for him!

I took a breath and tried to keep the smile on my face when I talked to my friend. The last thing I wanted was for her to see I felt horrible today. It was her day and she didn’t need to reassure me all day.

“Well, what cake do you want? Do you have any suggestion or a request maybe?” I asked her and she thought about it for a second before eyeing both Sam and I.

“No. Surprise me with what you can make.” She answered with a wink and Sam got up from his chair, gently clapping his hands together and walked to me.

I was about to argue with her, ready to defend my honor when Sam spoke up.

“So, any ideas?” He asked me with kind eyes and I quickly looked away, grabbing my phone.

“I’ll make some researches.” I told him and quickly moved away from him, moving behind the counter.

I searched for some easy but tasty cakes, ignoring the ones with three stairs or the fancy decorations we surely couldn’t do and finally found a yogurt cake with some pieces of chocolate in it.

It didn’t look too hard to bake and I assumed my friend would like it. I turned around to show my friend my choice but met Sam instead.

I instinctively took a step back and cleared my throat.

“You found something good?” He asked and I nodded, showing him my phone.

He nodded as he read the recipe and offered me a warm smile. I tried to give him one back but quickly turned my head towards Eva when she spoke up.

“You guys found your happiness?” She asked us and Sam answered before I could.

“Yes, I’m sure we’ll manage to cook you something great.”

I approved with a smile and he opened a cupboards to find the ingredients needed.

Eva’s POV:

As Sam and Emily broke eggs and added flour in the mixing bowl, I took a sip of the coke the younger brother had offered me.

They seemed to have a good time even if at first they looked a bit embarrassed around one another. But now, after having to talk and ask for ingredients, they seemed more comfortable.

Emily tried to grab the chocolate chip in a cupboard above her head but failed so Sam helped her and they smiled at each other. I grinned too, looking at them and my phone rang above the music in the background

They turned their heads towards me and I quickly gave them an apologetic look. I took my phone out of me pocket and smiled when I saw it was my Dad. I got up of my chair and told them who it was before quickly leaving the kitchen, heading to the room I was staying in.

After my Dad wished me a happy birthday, a friend from Highschool called me too and I smiled again, appreciating people remembering it was my birthday and asking me how I was.

Once I answered to the texts and finished my calls, I walked through the corridors towards the kitchen but quickly slowed down when I heard Sam talking.

“Dude, where are you?” He asked and I stopped at the corner of the hallway.

No one answered him so I assumed he was on the phone.

“You’re kidding, right?” He continued and I frowned, wondering who was on the other side of the phone.

“She’s waiting for you, just come back here.” He said and I froze.

I knew I shouldn’t hide and listen to his conversation but now I was pretty sure he was talking to Dean about me.

“No she didn’t say it but it’s written all over her face.”

I took a step back.

Was it that obvious?

“Come on man, she already told you she doesn’t want your gift…No, that’s not…Dean, just stop being an idiot and get back here, celebrate with her…” Sam tried to convince his brother and I appreciated it.

“Just hurry up, they have to leave early in the morning…Work…Just… don’t screw it up, man…Yeah…Okay…”

Sam loudly sigh and I guessed he ended the call. I heard his footsteps going away from me and I rested the back of my head on the wall behind me.

Screwing what up?

I didn’t like to spy on people, it wasn’t who I was but I couldn’t help myself and listen to him when he was talking about me. I took a deep breath and moved away from the wall when I heard a flapping of wings behind me, making me jump.

“Hello Eva.” A deep voice told me and I put a hand on my heart to keep it in place.

I turned around and met Castiel, standing behind me. I smiled at him.

“Hey Cas.” I told him and he offered me a gentle smile.

“I heard it was your birthday. Happy birthday.” He automatically said and I couldn’t help but have a little grin.

“Thank you.”

I looked at the ground for a second, remembering Dean was missing today but quickly looked back at the angel. He tiled his head.

“You seem sad and disappointed.” He simply said and I frowned.

So everyone could see it. Or maybe angel could read minds?

I shook my head and tried to erase my thoughts and slightly shrugged. Not knowing what to tell him.

“Just…Dean left and I had hoped to spend the rest of the day with all of you.” I tried to explain and he nodded one time.

“He’s trying to find you a present you would enjoy.”

“I know. And he didn’t need to but apparently he doesn’t seem to agree.” I explained and the angel continued to nod at my words.

“It’s important for him.” Castiel told me and I furrowed my eyebrows for a second, wondering what he could mean by that, why it was important to Dean.

But instead of continuing this conversation, I smiled at him, moved in the hallway and started to walk to the kitchen. I turned my head to the celestial being and tilted my head.

“You’re coming?” I told him and he followed me through the bunker.

Around 9:00 p.m. Dean was still not back.

Emily and I had to leave early in the morning, too early. So, since the cake was ready and everyone was hungry by now, except Castiel, we decided to start eating without him.

I cooked the meal with the help of the younger Winchester and we all at together, discussing, sharing stories, some music in the background. Even if the older hunter wasn’t here, we had a great time and I was happy to be here with all of them.

When Emily brought the cake to the table, it wasn’t beautiful, it didn’t look like the ones on Instagram but I loved it nevertheless. Sam, Em’ and Castiel sang a little and I couldn’t stop smiling. Some tears even reached my eyes a little, their kindness warming my heart.

Then the time for gifts came and to my surprise, Sam had found a little something for me.

A book.

A book about movies which explained the influence they had on their time and how it changed some things in our society today. I was amazed by how interesting this gift was and I couldn’t wait to read it. I thanked Sam so much and I wondered where he had found such an awesome present.

Then Emily walked to me with a huge smile. I raised my eyebrows, waiting for her to say something but her grin just grew wider and she offered me her gift.

When I tore the wrapping paper apart, I started to squeal and jump on my chair. I immediately ran to her and hugged her tightly, thanking her over and over. She laughed and I let her go after kissing her cheek at least four times.

I grabbed the hat and put it on my head, my smile never leaving my face.

Indiana Jones’ hat.

Emily had offered me Indiana Jones’ hat! It was mine now and she couldn’t have found a better gift. I had wanted this for years, since I was ten and now it was mine.

I kept the hat on my head all night, until we had to go to bed.

And we did around 10:00 p.m. We had to leave at 5:00 a.m. and therefore wake up at 4:30 a.m. And since I needed a lot of sleep and that we had a three hours drive, it wasn’t the best idea to go to sleep at 2:00 a.m.

So after thanking everyone again, we wished each other a good night and went to sleep, even if Castiel wasn’t going to.

I don’t know for how long I laid in my bed, eyes closed but trying to fall asleep but it seemed like forever.

I was starting to finally falling asleep, my eyelids getting heavier and my body weaker when I heard a soft knock on my door. I flinched at the sudden sound and immediately opened my eyes, meeting only darkness.

Then the door opened and the light in the hallway slightly illuminated the room. A tall and broad form appeared in the middle of the door and I quickly recognized Dean.

I leaned on my elbows and quickly reached for the lamp on the nightstand. I turned it on and it revealed the older brother, a plastic bag around his right wrist and two plates on his hands. He offered me an apologetic smile and walked to me after closing the door with his foot.

“Hey.” He told me and sat on my bed.

“Hi.” I whispered, putting my back on the wall behind me.

Dean handed me a plate with a piece of the cake in it and slightly shrugged.

“Peace offering?” He tried and I smiled at him, accepting to the cake.

“I’m not mad. But thanks.” I told him, grabbing the spoon and playing with the cake a little.

Dean sat next to me, his feet on top of the cover and his back on the wall. He looked at me for a while and finally broke the silence when I took a bit of the cake even if I wasn’t hungry and had brushed my teeth.

“Did they bought you a birthday cake?” He asked and I smiled lightly at his attempt of starting a conversation.

“No. Your brother and Em’ baked it. It’s not that bad, honestly.” I told him and he raised an eyebrow before grabbing his spoon and taking a bite of it.

He nodded while chewing and my smile widened at his face.

“Yeah, you’re right. It isn’t.”

We stayed silent again, eating the cake in our plates. I didn’t want to make him feel bad, it wasn’t the purpose at all and I hated this silence between us. But I had been really disappointed. Of course I had spent a great night, I had enjoyed the time just the four of us but I had spent most of the time looking at the door, hoping to see him come back.

As Dean put his plate on the nightstand on his side, he turned to me, sighing loudly.

“I really screwed up, didn’t I?” He asked me and I raised my head to stare at him, shaking my head.

“No, it’s okay. Really. I just…wished you had listened to me and stayed here, that’s all.” I explained and he clenched his jaws slightly.

“I know.” He admitted, dropping his gaze for a second then looked at me again.

“I’ll make it up to you next year.” He told me and I raised my brows in surprise.

“Next year?” I repeated with a wide smile and he looked at me with a confused gaze.

“Yeah. Why? You’re planning on going somewhere?” He wondered and I immediately shook my head.

“No. No, I’m not.” I reassured him and we shared a smile.

Dean hadn’t stayed this year but now I sure looked forward to next one. I smiled widely at him, happy that he was planning on still talking to me next year.

I put the almost empty plate on the floor and sat crossed legged on the bed, turning to face the hunter.

He played with the plastic bag for a second then spoke again.

“So, what did the team offered you? I’m know they had gifts, unlike me…” He said and I put a hand on his lap to reassure him.

“I said it before but I’m gonna say it again : I didn’t need one. If you had one, cool. But if you didn’t, totally cool too. I don’t need gift to enjoy a birthday.” I tried to explain to him and I could see at his face that he was going to argue with me.

“But you had a normal childhood. I’m sure you always had gifts and huge parties. I didn’t want this to change just because you were with us today.” He explained and everything became clearer in my mind.

He didn’t want me to have a birthday less great than the ones before. My face softened and I gently squeezed his thigh.

“That’s where you’re wrong. I didn’t have huge birthday’s parties with so many people that I didn’t know all of them. It was simple, small and just…nice. There was my mom, brother and my step dad. My dad when he could come and some friends. I never had a lot of friends so it was just the important people, you know? I never had huge parties with expensive gifts and sometimes I didn’t have gifts at all. Or not much. But it never bothered me because I was with the people I loved and it’s the only thing that mattered. That’s why I didn’t care if you had something for me or not.” I told him and he looked surprised when I did.

Dean listened to every one of my words and furrowed his eyebrows a second before speaking.

“You’re dad wasn’t around?” He hesitated to ask me and I shrugged.

“After my mom and he broke up, he moved away and I stayed with my mom. He was there for me but he couldn’t always come for my birthday and stuff. But it’s okay, we’re good now, everything is fine between us and he called today.” I said and he nodded, before lowering his gaze a little.

Something was bothering him.

Before I could ask him what he had in mind, he cut me off, clearing his throat.

“Anyway…I…I got you a little something.” He said, playing with the plastic bag again.

I straightened and offered him a smile, trying to not repeat once again that he didn’t have to. He searched the small bag and pulled out a little black envelope, handing it to me.

“Thank you.” I whispered, a little shyly and he chuckled.

“You didn’t open it, yet.” He answered and he wasn’t wrong but I really appreciated the gesture.

I grabbed the wrapping and slowly opened it, making fall the contents in my hand.

A small gasp passed my lips when a silver bracelet landed on my palm. I carefully observed it, brushing the jewelry with the tips of my fingers.

It was beautiful.

“Oh my god…You shouldn’t have…” I whispered, amazed by the beauty of his gift.

“You like it?” Dean asked me, a bit unsure.

I quickly raised my head, confused by his hesitation and he was already looking at me. I offered him a huge smile and frantically nodded.

“Yes. Yes, Dean, it’s beautiful. How?... Where?” I tried to ask him where he had found this gift but he didn’t answer.

I continued to look at the bracelet, turning it, when I spotted a square with what looked like a ‘Y’ in it. I squinted, wondering what it was when I realized it was a symbol from a movie. My brows rose and I opened my mouth in surprise.

“Wait, is that?..” I started and Dean finished for me.

“The Flux Capacitor.”

I gasped again, amazed by the jewelry with one of the Back To The Future’s symbols. I took the silver chain and opened it, ready to lock it around my wrist.

“Let me.” Dean said, taking the thin jewelry between his thick fingers.

I offered him my wrist and he wrapped the chain around it, brushing the tips of his fingers against my skin. A shiver ran on my arms and he smirked, letting my hand go slowly. I admired the chain around my wrist and couldn’t erased my smile.

I moved closer to him, wrapped my arms around his neck and he hugged me back.

“Thank you Dean, I love it.” I told him and he exhaled loudly in relief.

“I’m glad you do.” He said back and I nodded in the crock of his neck.

I pulled away and he was smiling at me. I grazed the jewelry on my forearm with my fingers and my gaze fell on the plastic bag on his lap.

“But why do you have a whole bag?” I wondered and he snorted, dipping his hand in the bag and pulling a stuffed lion and a bunch of candies out of it.

He handed them to me and I couldn’t help but giggle like a little girl. That was how Dean made me feel. Like a little girl. And now with the gifts he was offering me, I felt even more like a child.

He frowned a little, probably doubting his idea of presents and played with a Milky Way bar, a candy I liked.

“I wanted something else in case you didn’t like the bracelet.” He explained and took some candy bars in his hands.

“Those are my favorite.” He said, showing me the Milky Way bar and one with caramel in it.

I grinned at him and grabbed the stuffed animal, pressing it to my chest.

“I love every one of your gifts.” I told him and he let a breath out before smirking a little.

“Thank you, really. But you can take a candy if you want to.” I said and he hesitated before grabbing a Twix, unwrapping the candy bar and took a bite, some caramel landing on his chin.

I laughed.

“So, what did the nerds offered you?” He asked me, cleaning himself.

I bend on the bed, grabbing the book on the floor.

“I’m sure it’s Sam’s.” He immediately said and I chuckled, nodding.

“It’s about movies.” I started and explained to him the topic of the book. Dean looked a bit curious by it and I told him he could read it if he wanted but he quickly shook his head, saying he didn’t like to read. I didn’t really believed him.

Then he asked me what Emily had offered me and I couldn’t make my smile disappear. He frowned in curiosity and I got up from the bed to take the hat on the desk. Dean raised his eyebrows and I put the hat on my head.

“A hat?” He asked, not convinced.

I quickly raised my hand and shut him up.

“Not a hat. The hat. Indiana Jones’ hat.” I told him, making him understand he should be excited instead of neutral. And thankfully, when I said the name of the hero, he straightened.

“No way!” He exclaimed, pulling the empty wrapping away.

I nodded rapidly and walked to him. I sat next to him on the bed and pulled away the hat from my head before gently placing it on his.

What a mistake.

If I thought Dean Winchester was a handsome man, seeing him with the prop of my first fictional crush made him my ultimate fantasy.

I took a deep breath and he talked about how an awesome gift it was but all I could focus on was his face and how much I wanted to kiss him. He licked his lips and turned his head to look at me.

“You’re alright?” He wondered and I nodded slowly but didn’t say anything.

I hesitated but eventually started lean on him, slowly enough for him to stop me. He waited to see what I was going to do and I gently lifted the hat so I could have a better look at his face. He started to smirk and I understood he was giving me his consent.

I smiled at him and moved closer. He rested a hand on my waist and when he raised his head a little, offering me his lips, I finally closed the distance and crashed my lips on his. Dean brought me closer to him, making me lay half on top of him and deepened the kiss.

It was always something different with Dean’s kisses, always a new sensation, a new experience.

His breath from his nose landed on my cheek. I mimicked his action and we half opened our mouths, tasting each other and the sweetness of the candy bar. Dean brought me even closer to him and pulled the hat away, giving him more space to move his head and having better access to kiss me.

We didn’t kiss long as I stopped it before things could get too much heated. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to kiss him all night, because kissing him was one of the best feelings in the world, I just didn’t want to do it tonight. We had to leave in the morning and if something was to happen between Dean and I, I didn’t want to leave three hours later.

So I gently pulled away, his lips pursued mine, wanting more, and I bite mine before hiding my face in the crock of his neck, a bit out of breath. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me for a moment, hopefully understanding the silent reason why I had stopped our kiss.

After a moment I straightened and met his eyes, his beautiful, kind, green eyes. I smiled at him and he did the same.

If I couldn’t give myself to Dean tonight, I wanted to at least spend the night in his arms. If he was willing to.

I reached for my phone and his hand slide down to my hip. I looked at the time and saw it was already 11:23 p.m. I sighed and put the phone away, turning to Dean who was already looking at me, a soft expression on his face.

“Since it’s still my birthday, can I ask for one more thing?” I tried and he raised his eyebrows at me, then narrowed his eyes.

“No, I won’t let you drive Baby.” He said with a serious tone and I let a laugh escape my lips.

He kept his serious face and I smirked at him.

“One day, I will.” I told him like I was sure of it. He let a chuckle out and his hand on me tightened his grip.

“Over my dead body.” He stated in a low voice and I smiled even more, loving the challenge for driving the Impala.

But it wasn’t what I wanted to ask him, so I quickly shook my head and took a deep breath. Dean’s eyes were still on me and I hesitated.

“I wanted to ask you…since you didn’t spend the day with me, maybe you could spend the night.” I tried and a mischievous look reached his eyes.

I immediately understood what he had understood and a grin spread his plump lips. I quickly put my index on them to shut him up and shook my head.

“No funny business, just sleeping.” I told him and he raised his eyebrows, moving my hand from his face.

“Hey, you’re the one who kissed me.” He said with a smirk and he was right so I blushed a little

“I know, I know, but… Just, will you please say yes and stay here with me?” I tried, clearly embarrassed and he laughed again.

“Yeah, okay.” He answered and I moved away from him so I could go under the covers.

Dean sat on my bed and undid his shoes. I covered my legs with the sheets. He got up and started to pull the cover away when I straightened.

“You’re keeping your jeans?” I asked, a bit puzzled.

He froze and looked at himself.

“Hey, you’re the one who said ‘no funny business’.” He told me and I rolled my eyes, laying on my back.

“Yeah, but I want you to be comfortable. Come on, loose the pants.” I said with a wink and he offered me a seducing smile as he unbuttoned his jeans.

I couldn’t help myself and stole a glance or two when he undressed until he was only wearing his boxer and black t-shirt. My breath caught stuck in my throat a second when I looked at him and met his charming gaze.

Dean joined me under the covers and I tried to not show him how nervous I was.

The hunter turned off the light and moved in the bed to get comfortable. I laid on my left side, facing him even if I couldn’t see him and I felt like he was facing me too.

We stayed silent for a moment and my mind drifted away, wondering what Dean could want for his birthday, what his previous ones could look like and when it was.

“What would be the perfect gift for you?” I asked in a low voice and I heard him take a breath through his nose.

“A ticket for a Led Zeppelin concert.” He quickly answered and I grinned at his answer.

“Of course you would want that.” I let a little laugh out and frowned when I realized they weren’t going on tour anymore.

“But they don’t do concerts anymore…” I told him and he chuckled.

“You asked for the perfect gift not a possible one.” He answered.

“Fair enough.”

I was about to ask him what he would want that I could actually offer him when he cut me off.

“I have another impossible wish.” He started and I heard his voice had changed.

I put my hand on his arm, showing him I was listening to him and he continued.

“I would want the people I lost to be here that day…” He whispered and I could feel the emotions in his voice. I brushed the tips of my fingers on his arm, giving him some comfort.

“My mom…Bobby…Hellen, Jo. Even Ash. But also the ones who are still there. Sammy of course, and Cas. But also Jody and the girls, Charlie, even Garth..” He said and I bite my tongue when I noticed he hadn’t mentioned his father.

“You.” He murmured and my heart stopped a second when he mentioned me.

I gently put my head on his shoulder and caressed his forearm.

“Even the annoying woman who saved my brothers’ life.” He said with a little of humor in his voice but I could hear the smile and gratefulness in it.

He let a sigh out and I raised my head.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel bad…” I whispered and I felt him shake his head.

“You didn’t.” He assured me and I didn’t really believed him.

He moved in the bed and my head fell on the pillow.

“We should sleep, it’s getting late.” He said and I knew he was right so I hummed.

I turned around, my back facing him and I felt him brought himself closer to me. His front gently met my back, his whole body pressing against mine and he put his left hand around my waist, his fingers resting on my belly.

My top was a little raised and one of his fingers were brushing my skin. Slowly, Dean pushed the hem of my t-shirt and his hand sneaked under it, his warm palm now flat against my stomach, making it tightened a little.

“Is this okay?” He whispered, his breath landing on my neck, sending shivers all over my body.

I bite my lip and nodded.

“Yes.” I answered and moved closer to him, feeling every inch of his body against mine.

I pulled my bottom back and pressed my ass cheeks against his crotch.

“Is this okay?” I innocently asked back and he pulled harder his hand on me.

“Yeah, but don’t move too much or we gonna have a problem.” He said and I let a little laugh out.

I turned my head, bending my neck a little and I felt his nose brushing my temple.

“A little one?” I tried, clearly starting to tease him and he gently gripped a bit of my skin.

“More like a big one.” He said in a cocky tone and I let a chuckle out.

I knew I shouldn’t do that but I couldn’t help myself and grinded my bottom against him, earning a grunt from him and his hand firmly holding my pelvis, making me stop any movements.

“I said, don’t move or it’s gonna be hard to follow your rule.” He seriously said, his voice deeper than before.

I hesitated a second but before I could stop myself I answered him.

“Hard, huh?”

Dean pressed me against him with strength and I quickly pinched my lips in a thin line, preventing myself from saying anything else.

“You should keep your pretty mouth shut or I’m gonna keep you awake all night, Sweetheart.” He whispered in my ear and my heart sped up a little.

I didn’t know if it was a threat or a promise but I liked the sound of it. But I listened to him and didn’t reply, knowing that the alarm in a few hours was going to hurt.

So I snuggled up against him, resting my head on my pillow and his hand softened against my stomach, the tips of his fingers tracing some lines on my skin. I enjoyed the pleasant sensation for a moment when I started to feel my eyelids getting heavier. But before I was going to fall asleep, I wanted to hold him too.

So I gently reached for his hand under my shirt and intertwined my fingers with his, bringing our joined hands next to my face. I put my cheek on the back of his hand and he didn’t complain, his arm resting between my breasts.

I took a deep breath and Dean nuzzled against the back of my head, burying his nose in my hair. I felt his breath landing on my skin, awakening some shivers, then felt his lips brushing the skin of my neck. He wasn’t really kissing, just putting his warm plump lips against my skin.

I closed my eyes, accepting all the feelings this simple touch was giving me and suppressed a moan at the sensation. If such simple touches from him made me feel that way, I didn’t wanna imagine how it would feel to have his hands and mouth touching other parts of my body.

“Happy birthday, Eva.” He whispered against my neck and I smiled in the darkness.

“Goodnight Dean.” I answered back and fell asleep in his arms.

Emily’s POV:

I couldn’t breathe.

My breath was stuck in my throat, my fists clenching every second, my heart beating faster than usual. I had tried to control myself all day but now it was too much. I was a ticking bomb, waiting for one last degrading thought to finally explode and destroy everything on my way.

My mind was racing, overwhelmed with insults about myself, hurting thoughts. I wanted to break something, to scream, to cry, to punch someone, to hurt myself. But I couldn’t.

I tried to call myself down, to relax, to remind me that this voice in my head was wrong but I couldn’t do anything but believe it. Believe it when it said I was going to die alone because no one would never love me. That I wasn’t attractive, that I wasn’t good enough, that no one would never desire me, that I was disgusting and worthless.

I turned around in the bed, trying to think about something else and control my breath but he voice was louder, screaming at me that I died, no one would care.

I wanted to cry but no tears left my eyes.

I moved the cover away, my body burning with hate and anger. I hated myself, hated to feel like this but a part of me believed I deserved this, that I deserved the pain.

My fists clenched again, my nails making small cuts in my palm. A shaky breath escaped my lips and hidden behind the demons in my head, a little girl started to cry. I wanted to run to her, take her in my arms and tell her everything was going to be okay, that she was perfect the way she was and that she didn’t deserve any of that. I wanted to hug her.

I opened my eyes in an instant.

I wanted someone to hug me. I needed someone to hug me.

I hesitated, for a long time I hesitated. But after minutes of laying in my bed, torturing myself over and over again, trying to convince myself to not get up and hurt myself, I found the courage or maybe the weakness, I wasn’t sure yet, to get up and ask for help to the only person who was always there for me.

Eva.

I slowly made my way to the number sixteen, hoping that I wasn’t going to wake her up, that she would open her arms for me without questions like she had done before. I took a deep breath before slowly turning the knob and quietly opened the door.

The light in the hallway gently illuminated the room and I took a step towards the bed when I saw two people in it. I froze and just stood there, eyes wide opened, staring at Dean hugging my best friend from behind.

A part of me found them cute and was happy for her but another part took the opportunity to tell me that I was indeed alone.

I took a step back, telling myself that I could handle this alone. I carefully closed the door and walked back to my room.

As I turned at the corner, I gasped when I met Sam standing in the hallway, heading to his room. I froze and he turned his head to me, probably wondering what I was doing awake in the middle of the night.

Before I could run away and locked myself in the bedroom I was staying at, Sam spoke up.

“You’re alright?” He gently asked and I worried that I wasn’t hiding it really well.

I swallowed my pain and nodded.

“Yeah, I’m fine. You?” I answered him and prepared myself to head to my bedroom when he gave me a not so convinced smile.

“You’re exactly like Dean.” He told me and I raised my eyebrows in surprise. I was surely not expecting that.

“What?” I said, a bit confused.

“You say you’re fine but it sounds fake. I can see you’re not fine, Emily…” He explained and I sighed.

I didn’t want to bother him with this, I didn’t know what to tell him. Was I really just like his brother? I didn’t know how I was supposed to take that. Before I could let my mind wonder again, the hunter spoke again.

“Hum…Would you like to maybe come in my room? Watch a movie or read or just…” He scratched the back of his neck, not knowing how to talk to me and I felt even worse to embarrass him.

I quickly shook my head, even if deep inside I didn’t want more than to be held and reassured by him.

“No, Sam. Thank you, but I’m okay, you don’t have to do that.” I lied to him and something in his eyes told me he had seen right through it.

He took a step towards me and carefully place his big, warm hand on my arm. The small touch made me wanna cry but once again nothing came out of my eyes, even though I wouldn’t allow myself to cry in front of him.

“I’ll never force you to tell me what you have in mind but I want you to know that you’re not alone.” He said in a low voice and a shaky breath escaped my lips.

I immediately bit it, preventing myself from making a sound and sunk my fingernails harder in my palm. Sam must have seen it because his hand gently grabbed mines and he brought me to him.

“I’m here.” He whispered and wrapped his huge arms around me, making me disappear in his embrace.

I didn’t fight even if every cell of my brain screamed at me that I didn’t deserve this hug. He tightened his grip on me and I took a deep breath, inhaling his scent. His body wash, something light like a citrus fruit and something that was just so him. His scent was intoxicating and as much as I tried to fight it, tears reached my eyes and a sob suddenly escaped me.

I tried to move away from him to run to my bedroom but he hugged me tightly, one of his hand slowly stroking my hair. He gently shushed me and I cried a bit more, here, in the middle of the night, in a secret bunker, in Sam Winchester’s arms.

He let me cry for a short moment until my body stopped by itself.

Slowly and carefully, Sam unwrapped his arms from my body but kept his hands on me. He gently placed one on the small of my back and gestured to his bedroom’s door with the other. I raised my head shyly and met his gentle hazel eyes, silently asking me to come with him.

“Sam…” I started, my voice a bit broken and he brushed his hand on my arm in a comforting gesture.

“The door is open for you if you want to.” He told me and I stared at him for a second, then at his door and back at him.

I should have said no, but in a moment of weakness, I just nodded at him and he smiled, guiding me to his bedroom.

He opened the door and turned on the light before moving away from for a second so he could turned on the lamp on his nightstand. I wrapped my arms around myself, rubbing my skin with my hands, trying to get back some of the warmth he had offered me.

Sam pulled his cover away, making some space to get in the bed and I lowered my head a bit unsure all of a sudden. Then my eyes fell on my naked legs, making my stomach tightened and the desire to run away and cover myself was immense.

But before I could make a move, the hunter grabbed my hand placed it in his palm.

“Come on.” He said and turned off the main light before gently leading me towards his bed.

He sat first and rested the top of his large shoulders against the wall behind him. He spread his legs a little and I understood he was giving me space between them. He pulled my hand I carefully guided me on the bed.

I awkwardly laid on top of him, my head resting on his firm chest and he closed his arms around me, keeping me warm. He reached for the covers and put it on us before turning off the light, plunging us into darkness.

Sam didn’t say anything, only made sure I was comfortable in his arms.

And I was.

I felt in his arms, the massive muscles wrapped around me, making sure I couldn’t fall into pieces. His steady heartbeat reaching my ears and giving me something else to focus on. His breath landing on the top of my head, his hands caressing my back and my hair.

Why was he like this with me?

I tried to calm down, to focus on the feeling of him, on anything but my thoughts.

“If you don’t wanna talk, you don’t have to. But I’m here to listen to you, if you need to.” He simply said, tracing some circles on my back.

I clenched my jaws and gulped, not knowing how to say what I had in mind, what to say at all.

“I’m not ready to tell you all of this, Sam…I’m sorry.” I whispered and I felt him nod.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry about. I understand, I told you, you could take all the time you needed.” He answered as loud as I had spoken and buried my face in his chest.

“I want you to know, that when you’re ready, I’ll be here.”

I slightly shook my head at his words and felt him tightened his grip on me. Before I could talk myself out of it, I answered.

“Why would you do that?”

Sam took a breath, his chest raising, my head following his movement.

“Because I care about you. Because I like you.” He quietly told me and I straightened, moving away from him a little.

“How? Why? Why would someone like you, like me?! I’m not worth it, Sam. How could want to waste your time with me? How could you ever want me?” I started to raise my voice at him and deep down I knew it wasn’t fair.

The light under the door illuminated enough the room for Sam to see me. He cupped my face between his large hands and made me look at him as much as I could.

“Because you are beautiful. You are intelligent, gorgeous, so interesting and funny. You’re a strong woman, I can see it and you need to in order to be a doctor. You were able to save my life with such a cool head. I respect you, Emily. I do. I like to talk with you, I like to spend time with you and share moments of your life. You make me feel things, Emily. And I want you. Don’t doubt that, don’t doubt yourself Emily because you’re everything I ever looked for in a woman.” He told me and I could hear the honesty in his voice.

Some tears ran down my cheeks and he quickly dried them with his thumbs. His words warmed my heart and made me feel better, lighter, safer. And that was all I desired. I hoped they were true and the hurt little girl in my head told me they were.

I let a sob escape again and the tall man brought me back on his chest. This time I didn’t fight, I even wrapped my arms around him, craving security and attention.

Without another word, the hunter gave me everything I needed. Comfort, strength, safety and affection. He gave me the silent hug I needed and I focused on his heartbeat, the steady sound calming down, as his words sank in my mind.

I took a deep breath and I felt him bend until his lips landed on the top of my head for the second time today. But this time, I wasn’t uncomfortable or worried, I was at peace. At least for tonight.

I closed my eyes and took a breath of his scent.

Sam Winchester was hugging me.

Sam Winchester liked me.

Sam Winchester wanted me.

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