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ultravi0lence14 · 7 days ago

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CRIMSON AND CUPID

DEAN WINCHESTER X CUPID!READER

SUMMARY: afraid of love, dean winchester doesn’t know what to expect when a rogue cupid comes fluttering around his world

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

valentine’s day was the worst time of year for dean. he thought it was stupid; a whole damn day dedicated to sappy couples who had a perfect opportunity to flaunt off their relationships. sam said he was being a love grinch, that the day could easily be used for platonic love other than one for significant others. though dean still disagreed, brushing his brother off with a shake of his hand.

the whole month of february was just awful, and dean tried to stay in the bunker as much as possible when the week of the 14th came up.

though luck was never on his side, and funny enough, on february 13th, dean winchester desperately needed to leave the bunker to go and grab a case of beer.

he really thought he had enough, but when he opened the fridge to a vacancy of craft deliciousness, he realized he’d have to venture out into the public on possibly the worst day of the year.

the day before valentine’s day.

what was worse than the actual day itself? the day where whipped saps run around town, trying to find the nicest flowers and the cheesiest gifts imaginable. call dean a mope, but he fucking hated it.

when he walked towards the beer section in the grocery store, people watching as he saw the copious amounts of flowers and chocolates being bought, dean had to laugh to himself. why was everyone freaking out? to him, it wasn’t an actual holiday, so why was everyone acting like it was fucking christmas.

as he turned around a corner, nearing closer and closer to the freezer section, dean noticed something. . . off.

there, hidden in one of the aisles, was the sweetest looking girl he’s ever seen. in a white satin slip dress, she looked as ethereal as the light shining off of her. glossy waves encased her like a halo, and when she turned around, rosy cheeks and soft features greeted him.

it wasn’t the clear beauty that was emanating from this girl that caught dean’s attention, it was the sparkly twines of pink flowing light that were shooting from her fingertips.

every couple of minutes, you’d outstretch your hand and ribbons of soft pink would glow from your hands. dean knew that if he were a normal person, he wouldn’t catch on to what you were doing. but he wasn’t normal, and what you were doing wasn’t exactly that either.

in fast strides, dean walked over to where you stood and clamped a solid hand on your shoulder, making the muscles in your body tense and your frame to jolt a little. you weren’t expecting anyone to see you, but when you turned around and saw who was behind you, the heart beating in your ribcage dropped to your toes.

dean winchester was everything you expected him to be. tall, muscular, and broodingly terrifying.

the piercing green of his eyes glared into your soul, making you realize that he saw what you just did. face paling and eyes bulging, you gaped up at him as his hand stayed firm on your shoulder, making it look like two long lost friends talking when in reality it was anything but.

“what are you and what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he quietly seethed, finger catching underneath the strap of your dress and making you shiver. “i saw that glowy shit come off your hands. now either you tell me what you just did or we can go outside and deal with this accordingly.”

when he said deal accordingly, you knew he meant him killing you. so, with bated breath, your hand pried his off your shoulder, holding on tightly and fluttering your wings until you were both sat inside of his car.

dean jumped out of his skin, hand instantly shooting to the angel blade he always kept on him like it was a gun. when you put your hands out in defence, dean decided to sit back and listen for a moment.

because how can a girl so delicate and pretty be up to something evil?

looking as calm as he could possibly be, you decided that now would be a good time to drop the other shoe. “i’m a cupid, not evil. i swear, look!”

enthusiastically, you pointed to the couple shuffling awkwardly side by side in the parking lot. you could feel the love radiating off of them both, but you could also smell the fear weaved in between the cracks.

kind of like the fear dean harboured.

a flick of your palm sent those familiar pink ribbons from your fingertips, them going directly towards the couple. when they latched on to the two, the boy’s hand tentatively reached over and grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together and staring at her with a loving smile.

triumphant, you turned towards dean and felt your smile lessen as his unimpressed face came into view.

“are you kidding me? that’s all you’ve got? i’ve seen circus clowns put on a better performance than that.” crossing his arms over his chest, dean smirked smugly at you. “to prove your point, you need to do better than that, sweetheart.”

pouting, you leaned against the door of the impala and mirrored dean with your arms against your chest. “really? you don’t believe me?” the man shook his head in defiance, and you knew that the next words that were to come out of your mouth were going to be a low blow.

“well then, how would i know that you’re absolutely petrified of love?”

stunned to silence, dean couldn’t speak. he just stared at you, eyes impassive and vacant, while an absolute war waged on in his head.

“that’s right,” you continued, sitting up in your seat in an act of defiance. “you, dean winchester, are horribly scared of love. and before you say anything,” you cut off as he opened his mouth to speak. “i know your name because i’ve been briefed on you, because i can see into your heart and soul.”

“scared of love you are, dean. is it because of your parents? you don’t want your lover to tragically die like your mom? or because your dad swore he would stick by her and get her justice but ran off and slept with over women? hell, he even got one pregnant.” your words were right on the money, and dean was starting to believe you more and more as time went on.

“or,” you continued, staring back at him with a fire in your eyes. “is it because of the hunting? you don’t want to bring any woman into the life you live? the life that your father forcefully carved for you? he never showed you love as a child, didn’t he dean? so in all honesty, you don’t even know what true love looks like.”

your words left dean speechless, and as he watched the mid february sun bounce of your loose curls, he wondered what you could see when you looked into his heart.

“don’t act like you know me.” was dean’s shaky response, hands going to clutch the wheel so you didn’t see the tremors. “you don’t know anything about me, nothing at all.”

“i know enough,” you whispered, the scent of roses reaching dean’s senses as you brushed your fingers against his stubbly cheek. “i know you were expecting some big baby in a diaper, but us cupid’s come in different forms, and have different purposes. mine, is to help.”

shaking his head, dean looked back at you, his green eyes slicing through yours. “what does that even mean?”

“it means that i am here to stay, and i may not be under heaven’s orders anymore, but i can guide you in the right path, i swear it, dean.” your words did little to comfort him, but your presence brought a comfort to the boy he didn’t know existed. that was until he realized what you actually said.

“wait. what do you mean not under heaven’s orders anymore?”

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sacr1ficialang3l · 8 days ago

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Can you read my mind? (I've been watching you.) 𓆩♡𓆪

DEAN WINCHESTER X CUPID!READER

SUMMARY: Dean and Sam get a little unexpected help with a weird case. 2.3k

WARNINGS: none. first meeting. fem!reader. dean being wary of the supernatural but weak to a pretty face.

NOTES: VERY late valentine's post. I was struck with inspiration at 2 in the morning. Idk if Valentines are a thing or if i made them up but whatever. This is my first time writing for supernatural and my first time writing a fanfic in years pls be nice. Enjoy<3

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” You sigh as you materialize behind the brothers, making them almost jump out of their skin. “Love all over the place.”

You ignore their flabbergasted expressions as you look around the crowded plaza. It was Valentine’s day, and the whole place was decorated with pink and red hearts, the white streamers hanging from the trees moving with the breeze as couples and groups of friends walked around.

“Who are you?” You ignore the shorter one’s question as your gaze focuses on two kids sitting on a bench.

You could feel how much they liked each other, but they sat facing opposite ways, hands on laps and eyes stuck to the ground. You sigh and swiftly move your manicured hand towards them, pink nails shining under the sunlight. You can feel the brothers’ wary eyes on you, but you simply watch as the boy on the bench suddenly gets a notification on his phone.

“I just won two tickets for the My Chem show tonight.” He announces to the girl, voice incredulous. As they both start celebrating, the boy shyly looks up and invites her to go with him. She says yes, and after a few giggles and babbled words, they get up from the bench and leave.

You can’t help the little squeak that comes out of your mouth, your pastel pink wavy hair bouncing as you give a little jump. You immediately turn to the Winchester brothers, covering your mouth with your hand

“Sorry. You would think that after so many years on the job I would get used to it.” You sigh, twirling a lock of your hair with your fingers. “But sometimes it still manages to make me all giddy.”

You turn around just to find a gun being pointed towards you, barrel pressed to your stomach as green eyes bore holes into your head. Who you assumed was Dean Winchester was glaring at you, scowling, while his brother tried to block civilians from noticing the firearm in his hand.

Who would’ve thought green could be so beautiful.

You chuckle, not intimidated at all, which only made the brothers look even more confused.

“What the fuck are you?” Dean asks, the gun digging a little deeper into your skin.

“Are you Cupid?” This time it is Sam, his eyes studying your tiny pink dress, pink hair, and pink boots. But more importantly, the little bow and arrow that hung from your back.

You give the tall guy a cheeky smile.

“You must be Sam, hm? I’ve heard you’re the smart one.” You look back at Dean, delicate hand wrapping around the gun that was still being pressed against you. “Why don’t we put this away before you hurt someone.” You keep your eyes on him as you lower the gun. He lets you, a lost look on his face as to why he is letting you.

You take a step back and smile again, all rosy cheeks and fluttering eyelashes. “To answer your question, I guess you can call me a cupid, but I’m not the Cupid.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” Dean’s eyes roam up and down your body.

“We’ve met Cupid before.” Comes Sam’s explanation. “So, you work for him? Are you an angel?”

You hum softly, pouty lips pursing. “I don’t work for the Cupid you met, the angel. But you humans also call my boss that.” The brothers’ expressions stay equally clueless. “I work for Eros, the-”

“Greek god of love.” You send Sam a sweet smile for his right answer.

“And desire, yes!”

“So you’re a Goddess.” Dean affirms more than asks, and when you turn back to face him you are struck with his beauty once again. Both brothers were drop-dead gorgeous, but something about the sharpness in the older one’s features made you want to ask if he was in any way related to Lady Aphrodite.

“Oh, no. Gods no.” You shake your head, making the multiple silver jewelry in your ears clink. “We work for Eros. Think about us like a version of Artemis’ hunters.”

“Yeah, because that gives me so much clarity.” Dean’s voice was breathtakingly deep, it reminded you of being in Lord Ares’ presence. (Happened once, never again.)

“Gods are incredibly powerful, but they often need help from mortals to do certain deeds. Artemis’ hunters, Hecate’s priests and priestess, so on and so forth.” You explain quickly. Sam seemed to understand you perfectly, Dean still looked a bit like he wanted to shoot you. “We don’t have an official name like that, but you can call us Valentines.”

“So you, what? Go around making people fall in love?” He asks with skepticism. You sigh. Everyone always had the same wrong idea.

“We don’t make people fall in love, we simply… present them with opportunities.” You chuckle and turn to look around the plaza, teeth biting down on your lower lip as you try to look for an example. You find a blond guy who was messing around with his friends near an ice cream shop. Right behind him, a girl in roller skates was moving his way.

“See those two?” I ask the brothers, pointing towards the pair. “If I didn’t intervene, they would never cross paths. But their auras, they are compatible, and they’re both lonely.” You squint, concentrating. Aura reading wasn’t as easy as fake witches made it seem. “But if I just…” Once again, you move your hand delicately towards them.

Suddenly, Blond Boy's friend's milkshake falls to the ground. It causes Blond Boy to take several steps back, getting right in Roller Skates Girl’s way. She immediately tries to stop, but it makes her lose her balance. Blond Boy’s hands are instantly on her waist, preventing her from falling on her back. They look at each other, eyes lingering, and your job is done.

You turn to the Winchesters with a satisfied smile, your flowy skirt dancing around you as you twirl, and they just stare back at you with wide eyes.

“I can’t tell how I feel about it.” Declares Sam, making you snicker.

“If it makes you feel better, I can assure you I can only influence circumstances.” You sigh, looking back at the two lovebirds. They’re already exchanging numbers. “Whatever happens from here on out is in their hands.”

That seems to do the trick, at least for the younger brother. Dean still looked like he was going to reach for his gun anytime soon. You sigh again.

“Look, I am not here to cause trouble.” You raise your hands in surrender, bracelets sliding down your wrists. “I came to talk.”

“Why would you want to talk to us?” You start to walk down the plaza, a little skip to your step. You stop right on the edge of the plaza where you could look down at the sea, waves hitting against the asphalt in a calming manner. Both brothers share a confused look before following you.

“You two are here for a hunt, right?” You ask walking down the edge of the shoreline, go-go boots click-clacking against the cobblestone. “The deaths that have been happening? People killing people they love?”

“What do you know about it?” You turn around at Dean’s accusatory tone. His gun was back in his hand, and it makes you roll your eyes. His eyebrows raise in surprise.

Looks like there was an edge in between all that sugar-covered whimsy after all.

“You know, everyone says you are distrustful, but damn.” You tsk. Why was it always the cute ones that had the biggest attitude problems? “I wasn’t going to intervene, but when I found out that the Winchesters were in my zone, I had to do something. You two are kind of famous for wiping out any supernatural beings you come in contact with.” You continue to walk down the shoreline. When you get to a light pole, you twirl around it until you’re facing the brothers again. “Any other day, I would’ve just hidden until you finished your job, but it is Valentine’s. The boss likes us to be extra active today.”

It looked like Dean wants to retort, but Sam interrupts him. “What do you know about the case?”

Your smile fades a little, and you let go of the light pole, your shiny eyes dropping to the floor.

“You’re looking for an Anti-Valentine, or that’s what we call them.” Your cheeks blush with shame. “They’re like us, Eros’ followers, but they…”

“Turn evil?” Dean guesses sarcastically, and you nod.

“Why would they want people to kill who they love?” Asks Sam, crossing his arms. “I mean, you look like you love love.”

That makes you giggle. “It is… hard. To do this job.” You lean back into the light pole, looking out at the sea. “There’s only so many times you can make two people who are perfect for each other meet, only for them to cheat or hurt each other before you start to have doubts.” You bite your lip, doe eyes glossing with sadness.

“And that makes them turn evil?”

“Well, most Valentines have had doubts at some point in our lives. But Anti-Valentines, they start to think humans don’t deserve love. They start getting angry and hateful, and it starts to poison them.” You swallow harshly, looking down at the floor before your eyes meet Dean’s green one, and the heavy weight on your chest turns a little lighter. Huh. “Valentines can’t manipulate mortal’s emotions, but Anti-Valentines… They've learned how to blind humans with anger. I think you humans may call it a rage blackout or something.”

The brothers seem to be processing your words. Dean studies you slowly while Sam looks like he’s racking his brain for any information on Valentines. If you hadn’t been so sad, you would totally be flirting with Dean right now. Yes, Eros was the God of love, but everyone seemed to forget he was also the God of desire. You could be a hell of a vixen when you were in the mood.

“So, how do we kill it?” Asks Dean, always ready to fight. It was hot.

“That’s the problem.” You sigh for what felt like the millionth time in the last hour, twirling around the light pole once again, cheeky smile returning to your face. “If I tell you how to kill them, I tell you how to kill me.”

Dean’s eyebrow raises, but his mouth twitches into a half-smirk. He looks you up and down one more time before his tongue runs over his lower lip, earning an incredulous huff from Sam.

“So, what’s the deal?”

“I’ll tell you how to find the Anti-Valentine and how to kill it, and you promise not to come for me after.”

“You got yourself a deal, sweetheart.”

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Dean was soaked in black blood when you appeared in front of him again.

Sam and he had just finally killed the Anti-Valentine, after being thrown against walls and dodging heart-pointed arrows for what felt like hours. Looks like those little bows aren't only for the aesthetic.

So while Sam and Dean looked a little worse for wear as they tried to catch their breath, there you were, in the middle of a filthy warehouse looking like a literal goddess. Pastel pink hair perfectly styled, shiny lips and shiny eyeshadow, your pink boots not getting dirty at all even as you walked through the dirt on the ground. The worst part was how you were pink everywhere. He wasn’t talking about only your clothes and hair. Your cheeks, your knees, your elbows. The palm of your hands and your pouty lips. Made him wonder, just how many other places were pink too.

“Nice to see you two are as good as they say.” You walk close to where the brothers are leaning against a wall. They were covered in blood and grim, slight cuts all over from when they weren’t quick enough while avoiding the Anti-Valentine’s arrows.

You stand right in front of Dean, and there is a halo of light around you. You were literally glowing. You were just so glad the Anti-Valentine had been taken care of. You would’ve done something about it before the Winchesters got into town, but Valentines couldn’t attack other Valentines, even if they were evil.

“Happy to meet your expectations, sweetheart.” Dean grunts, hand pressing to his side where there was a long gash.

You extend your hand towards him with a grin, palm up and ring-clad fingers waving. “My blade, please and thank you.”

You had given the brothers your celestial bronze dagger to use against the Anti-Valentine with the promise that they would give it back.

“What if we ever need to kill another one of these, hm?” It is impressive how Dean managed to look so hot when he was slowly bleeding out from his side. “Or another Greek creature.”

You smirk, and with a little jump you land in front of him. You lean in, biting your full lower lip and blinking up at Dean, long eyelashes fluttering. “Then I guess you’ll have to give me a call, sweetheart.”

You softly press a hand to Dean’s chest, making his breath hitch. You subtly wrap your hand around your dagger in his jacket’s pocket. When his eyes drop down to your lips, you press your hand harder against his torso. Gods, he was firm.

In less than a second, all injuries in Dean’s body were cured. Even the gash on his side. He looks up at you in surprise, and you swiftly take a step back, dagger in hand. You let out a dreamy giggle, taking a step towards Sam and pressing a finger to the tip of his nose, making a little “boop” sound and curing him instantly too.

You take another little jump back, facing both brothers as you brush your hair behind your shoulder and dangle the dagger between your slender fingers. With one last giggle, you wink at Dean.

“See you later, boys.”

You disappear in a cloud of pastel pink smoke, leaving behind a smell of caramel and red velvet cake.

And you knew you were gonna see them again. After all, you had a soft spot for pretty things.

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loverslantern · 1 year ago

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The Hunter and the Witch~ Dean Winchester x f!reader

Description: Sam confronts Y/N on her feelings for his brother.

Warnings: basically none but it is a little angsty. Sam playing cupid. Also Sam might be ooc- sorry

Tag list: @jesllianaquilesrolonsworld @okayiamkassandra ,

@fablesrose , @ada--44

A/N: Hi! To start off thank you so much for all the support recently I’m truly grateful for you all and i’m so happy to say I have people who seem to enjoy my writing. But on the writing note I just wanted to acknowledge a sort of plot hole:

if you have read the series up to now you probably know that it was said Y/N has a job and kept it (just doing it basically on her laptop alone) even when she went with the boys to find their Dad. I did this because I wanted a sense of independence for her as I felt like this made sense, would she drop anything to help them yes but I also don’t think she would be so quick to give up her life since she had her own house and didn’t hunt 24/7. Now as we are a little bit further into the story I don’t think she would have this job anymore but I also don’t know how to write it into the story and i don’t think i want to write a half chapter just on it (tho this might change). So for the sake of the story you can decide why she dosnt have this writing job anymore,for me I see it as she secretly quit after the skin walker hunt because she realized where her focus needed to go and how tiring hunting full time was. I also don’t think she ever brought it up to the boys out of fear of making them feel guilty, tho they probably figured it out and didn’t say anything either.

Anyways sorry for the rant i’ll let you read this now! And Happy thanksgiving to any and all who celebrate

Word Count: 819

A fool in love

(Master list, Previous Ch, Next Ch)

“Here you go” Sam says, placing a cup of tea in front of me having picked up our drinks from some local place as we sat in the library trying to find a new hunt or any clues to where his Dad could be.

He didn’t have a third cup with him, Dean having not joined us deciding instead to go find a “lead” in a bar.

“Thanks” I mumble before bringing the hot drink to my lips.

He sits down in front of me, shuffling in his chair awkwardly. “Are you okay?” I laugh lightly at his odd movements. He clears his throat, “Yeah, I, uh…can we talk?”

“Of course” I smiled at him, my eyebrows scrunched together slightly.

“Promise you won’t get annoyed” He starts off. I laugh, “Okay? But I don’t know if I can exactly promise anything when I don’t know what you’re gonna say.”

“Just…promise” He held out his pinky to me, something he knew I took very seriously. I smile harder, linking my pinky with his, the very sacred promise now in effect. He studies my face carefully as if to see if I was really serious even with the pinky promise.

He bites the inside of his cheek going silent for a beat before finally speaking, “Why don’t you just tell Dean you love him?”

“Sam-“ I sigh, not knowing what to say. We’ve had this conversation before, years ago, where it was established that Sam knew my feelings for his brother.

“Why would I confess to someone who doesn't feel the same way?” I finally say.

“But he does!” He practically yells, getting weird looks from those who sat around us- library rules and all that. His face flushes a deep pink with embarrassment, “Why is it so hard for you to believe that someone loves you, that he loves you?

“Look where he is right now, at a bar probably getting some girl's number or even leaving with her to hook up. He clearly doesn't feel the same for me as I do him.” I explained, a little frustrated. He doesn't say anything for a while again, “I think he does that to avoid his feelings for you.”

“Yes you think but you do not know and I…” I sigh, “I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

“Don’t you notice the way he stares at you? He couldn’t keep his hands off of you” He points out, referring to the Hook Man case. “That was for a cover” I answer simply.

“There were a lot of times where there wasn’t an excuse for a cover up, like the armchair.” The mere mention of me sitting on Dean's lap makes my face feel hot.

I don’t have anything to counter that, I mean it was just to amplify me being his girlfriend for a cover. That’s what it was.

He becomes all sassy and self assured as he speaks, “See! Deep down you know I'm right, you just don’t wanna admit it. And you know what I noticed?”

“What?” I humor him, making eye contact.

“Every time you get hurt or there’s even a little bit of concern towards you he stops hiding his feelings. It’s like suddenly no other woman exists, only you.

You have to have noticed that at least.”

I bit on my bottom lip in thought, he’s right. I can think of numerous occasions where Dean had ignored very attractive women when I was hurt or in the prospect of danger, exactly as Sam said.

No.

Nope.

Dean Winchester is not in love with me, it isn’t true.

“You know a couple months back” I begin, “I forget which hunt it was. But it was only like a month of being on the road with you guys and through that whole time it hadn’t mattered the circumstance, even when we were in the middle of hunting, or where we were, either way Dean was flirting or hooking up with some girl. And every single time I would feel this…this…pang in my heart or maybe like my heart had dropped into my stomach. Which only made me feel more like a fool.

So it got to a point where I just decided, you know what, I'm gonna force myself. I'm going to pretend that I don’t have feelings for him. That it doesn't pain me to see him like that with other women.

“Did it work?” He asks me, his eyes having a certain solemn look to them.

I sigh for the upteenth time, “No. For some stupid reason I can’t stop loving your brother.” He turns his eyes down towards the table.

I try to catch his eyes, “Do you get what I’m saying?”

He looks back up at me, “Yeah. My brother’s an idiot.”

I choke on my laugh, taking a deep breath before I speak, “Maybe. Or…maybe it just isn’t meant to be.”

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cheynovak · 1 year ago

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Forest Green Eyes - PART 5

Castiel & Y/N Winchester

Warnings: smut implied - hurt - angst - cursing

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

Words: 1928

This story takes place after the SPN finally. Jack asked Castiel to go back to earth to be the guardian angel of Y/N. Cas accepts this task but only to discover that Y/N is the biological child of Dean.

Part 6 soon (Final)

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Castiel pulled the cover over them while Y/N snuggled by his side. “This is going to change things, isn’t it?” He asked. “Well, I hope so, more of this. More of... Us” She answered drawing circles on his chest.

“Us, sounds good.” He said. Minutes later Y/N felt asleep while Castiel kept listening to the music that was still playing in the background.

The next morning Y/N woke up in Castiel’s bed alone, it took a second for her to realize he wasn’t there with her. But the second she smelt the bacon in the air she knew that he was in the kitchen making breakfast. This made her smile.

Y/N got up went back to her room to find some new clothes and took a quick shower before she going to the kitchen. She grinned stepping into the kitchen, looking at Cas his broad shoulders, already dressed and wearing an apron. “Hi handsome.” She kissed his shoulder while she wrapped her arms around his waist. “Good morning, hope you’re hungry.” He said while turning to her to kiss her.

Cas watched Y/N’s every bite mesmerized by her. “Castiel, you’re staring.” - “Sorry” he said shyly.

“Y/N last night, how.... was it.. for you?” She looked at him a little startled “I mean, was it good? I know that even though I'm much older you are the one with more, eh, experience.”

“You’re doubting yourself Cas? It was amazing, truly.” The angel smiled softly. “Good”

“Well what are the plans for today? She asked while finishing the last bits of her plate. “Unfortunately, I’ve been summoned to heaven.” He said. “Jack wants to talk to me. Will you be ok here?” She nodded, kissed him and before he left, she made sure his tie was straightened.

With Castiel gone Y/N had nothing better to do than go grocery shopping. But not before she stopped at a coffeeshop for a to go coffee. When she got out, she heard a familiar voice. ”Y/N? Y/N is that really you?” - “M-mom?” The woman dropped everything she held and sprinted towards Y/N and hugged her like her life depended on it. “How, why are you here?” Was all Y/N could force to come out of her mouth. “Well, I left your dad a couple of years ago. And been moving around since then.” She said with tears in her eyes. “I’ve been looking for you. And when your picture was posted on the social media page of that bar, I knew I had to drive over here." Both women decided to have a drink and talk more.

Y/N forgave her mother.

‘Mom, there is one question I always wanted to ask.” Her mom nodded like she already knew what Y/N was going to ask. “Who is my real dad?” Well, he was a guy I met at the bar. Real charming fella. He worked for the FBI had a case in town, well and after that he left.”

“You look so much like him. Unbelievable.” - “If he worked for the FBI we might be able to track him.” she said softly under her breath. “You want to go looking for him?” said her mom startled. “Well, I don’t know if I want to talk to him. But at least know who he is.” She answered honestly.

Meanwhile in heaven:

“Jack, you wanted to talk to me? What’s going on? Is this about Y/N?” The angel asked worried. “Nothing wrong Castiel, I wanted to tell you that I’m glad that the family is finally united. I mean we had to pull a lot of strings to finally make you two fall in love.”

“Make us? You mean you planned this all along?” Cas asked raising his voice. “Well, heaven made sure John and Mary fell in love. Even Jess and Sam was their doing.” Jack said not entirely understanding why Castiel was upset. “Winchesters always need a little help to find their soul mates. And since I wanted you to be happy, and you are only happy on earth, I figured why not help a little.” He said proud. ” Cas, you always come back to heaven because you feel that I need you in case there is a mission. Well, I made sure there was a mission on earth.”

Castiel’s eyes widened: “W-winchester? So, she is...” - “...Dean's daughter.” Jack completed his sentence. “Jack! Do you have any idea what you did! How, how am I going to be able to explain this to her? What, how did you helped, us?” Castiel asked defeated. Jack explained that he made sure a couple of different cupids crossed your way. The father and son from the car dealership, the man at the bar, the bartender, even Steve Y/N’s ex boyfriend. “I asked them to slowly awake the feelings she had inside. Not to force her to love you! Know that!”

“Does, does Dean know about this?” The angel asked. “No, I figured it would be best for him not to know he has a child. Not yet."

“What about me? What did the cupids do?”

“Nothing, you fell for her. That was a risked I had to take. I hoped you had a type. Their power wouldn’t work on you.”

Back on earth, Castiel had visited heaven for almost a week and Y/N was so kind to let her mom stay with her for the time being.

“Cas, you’re home! How was.... Work?” She asked while the angel walked through the door. “Work?” he asked. Y/N signed toward the main room. “Ah, eh, work was fine.” And faked a smile. “So, this is the handsome fella who looked so smitten in the pictures?” Her mom called them out from inside the room. Castiel was a little in shock to see her mother in the bunker.

“Right, Cas this is my mom, mom this is Cas my eh boyfriend.”

“Castiel, it’s nice to meet you Mrs.” He said politely while offering her a hand. “Oh, call me Nancy. You have a special place here Castiel. Thank you for letting me stay.” The rest of the night went smooth. Y/N and her mom talked about the lost years and Cas occasionally smiled or agreed with what Y/N told.

Later in bed.

Castiel was holding Y/N in his arms. “Cas, don’t you think it would be nicer to move your stuff to my room? You know, share a room?” Y/N asked while letting her fingertips stroke over his arms and chest. “If you want to, sure.” He kissed her head. “But first” she got up and straddled him, placing a knee on each side of his hips. “I’m going to show you how much I missed you.” She said while placing open kisses on his neck. Castiel let out a moan placing his large hands on her thighs, while Y/N hands moved down and kissed him all over his torso. “I can’t believe I had to miss you this week. The bed was so empty without you.” Like a man possessed he sat up holding her neck with one hand while his other held her hip, kissing her hard. Pushing her closer to him so that she had no choice but to grind on him. “Oh Cas, so needy?” She teased with her lips still close to his. “I want you too, baby.” she said nearly breathless while sucking and licking his neck.

But then Castiel remembered what Jack had said about the cupids.

“Y/N, stop... STOP! “He raised his voice, pushing her of him, leaven her completely stunned sitting there. “Cas? What’s wrong?” She asked with a worried look. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” He said not even looking at her. “Did something happen?” She asked holding his face in her hands trying to make him look at her. “No, no I ... I just don’t want...” He said removing her hands from his face. “You don’t want to have sex?” pausing “Or don’t you want ... me?” This question made his eyes shoot up. “Oh god, no, no that’s not what I meant. I’m just really tired Y/N” She nodded. “Heaven, it was a lot, I just want to lie down holding you watch you fall asleep. If that’s ok” He couldn’t bring himself to tell her that if it wasn’t for heavens “help” she probably didn’t even want to be with him.

“Yeah, yeah sure.” She still wasn’t certain about his answer but trusted him to tell her the truth when he was ready.

The next morning Castiel looked better. “Why don’t I drive to the supermarket and see what I can come up with for breakfast?” "Great idea, shall I empty your closets and put it in boxes? So, we can move them to my room? Y/N asked." “Perfect!” He left through the door.

“Need a hand?” Your mom asked? “I’d love to help instead of sitting here doing nothing." A couple of minutes later you hear your moms voice “That's him! This is your father!” Y/N turned around to see what she was talking about. She was holding a picture, the one they took at Bobby’s place with Ellen and Jo. She found it in one of Castiel’s drawers. She showed you “This is him and this taller one, that was his partner. And is that...” “... Castiel” you finish the sentence with her. “I don’t know any of the other people. But I’m damn sure that is him!”

Castiel came home, you were sitting at the table with the picture and the list he made long time ago that you found while emptying all his drawers to find answers, the list where he compared your looks and characteristics to Dean’s. You asked your mother to leave for a while so you could talk to Castiel. “Hi, I didn’t find eggs. But they had pie for dessert tonight.” He said while looking at the bag.

“Apple pie? Like I don’t now Dean’s favourite?” She asked bitsy. Castiel stopped and looked over to her. He saw the picture and the list. Y/N stood up, showing the picture to his face reading the list angry. Then looked him dead in the eyes. ‘Did you know?” His silence said enough. Y/N puffed “How long?”

The angel looked down. “DAMMIT CAS, how long!”

“I noticed very early on similarities. So, I thought...” Y/N didn’t let him finish “So you thought if I can’t have Dean, I’ll take the next best thing?”

“What?! No, no that was never my intention Y/N!” She wanted to believe him but had a hard time.

“Jack, he just told me the truth.” And so did the angel begin to explain everything Jack had told him hours ago. “So, you mean that this, us, isn’t real?” She asked with tears in his eyes. “That’s why you pushed me away last night.” It all makes sense now. “It didn’t feel right. I didn’t want to hurt you.” She huffed again. “Great fucking job Cas.”

“So, what happens now?” The angel asked with a shaky voice. Y/N looked at him, emotionless “I think your mission on earth is over Castiel. I think... you should go back to Jack and tell him to leave me alone.” She said this and the tears in her eyes started to shine. “Y/N please, don’t.” He begged. Y/N got up, letting the picture fall out of her hand in front of Castiel. “I’m going for a walk. When I come back, I want you gone.” She said without wasting another look at him.

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certaimromance · 8 months ago

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࣪ ִֶָ☾. Love or seal?

Dean Winchester x Hunter!reader

Summary: An avenging spirit is killing married couples, so the Winchesters think it's a good idea to use you to pretend to be one and take down the ghost. But the act becomes all too real before you know it.

Words: 1,8k.

Warnings & Tags: fem!reader. mentions of murder, death, violence. so much teasing. a little of angst with happy ending. dean from the early seasons but soft and chaotic (a bit simp). sam being cupid and forgotten lol. english isn't my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).

Note: I've always been a Dean girl and I'm so excited about this. I love the concept of "Frenemies to Lovers" with its more playful and cutie version from the earlier seasons, I hope I described it well.

This is my second time ever writing here, i'm still new.

You took another look in the mirror and walked a few laps around the dingy motel room, trying to swallow the act. It seemed ironic to wear such a fancy dress and high heels in a place like this, but it was all so you could solve the case and prevent more deaths. After all, it was your job to catch the ghosts and put them to rest.

It had been a long time since you'd been out on a date or worn anything other than your usual jeans and leather jacket. Buying yourself a cute dress and wedding rings with one of your fake cards had been entertaining, the closest thing to a normal life you'd had in years.

“Come in, I need help with the zipper on my dress.” You said after hearing a couple of knocks on your door.

You were still standing in front of the bathroom mirror, waiting for Sam to show up to help you so the two of you could leave soon for the restaurant where you both had reserved a table. The strange thing was that the cold hands you felt running down your back and zipping you up were not his, but those of his older brother.

“What are you doing here? Where is Sam?” You turned around to look at Dean once your dress was closed. It was then that you noticed he was wearing a suit and the ring.

“In the room.” He replied, moving closer to you so he could look at himself in the mirror and adjusting his tie with difficulty, he was not used to wearing one at all and felt suffocated.

“Why are you dressed like that?” You asked him after looking him over from head to toe and inevitably biting your lower lip. He looked good, all dressed up and dapper, you could even smell the scent of cologne wafting off him.

“I'll be your husband for tonight.” Dean smiled at you.

You frowned when you heard that the younger Winchester would no longer be your fake husband, because that was not what you had all agreed upon. Sam had always been more husband material, and you trusted him enough to have some physical contact if necessary. On the other hand, you saw Dean as someone who was far from the prototypical perfect partner, and you could barely talk to him without arguing about your differences, never having touched him except for sparring practice or taking away the gun he kept stealing from you. You couldn't deny that both brothers were attractive, but they were almost equally far from meaning anything romantic to you.

“We flipped a coin and I got the job.” He added to the explanation, noticing the confusion on your face.

Finally you nodded, realizing that once again they had not been able to reach an agreement and had had to put luck in the middle for the choice of roles. You didn't mind going with Dean, you had already been on several hunts with him and trusted his skills, but having to impersonate his wife was weird.

“Can you...?” He tried to ask you, pointing at his tie and all the trouble it caused him.

You let out a small laugh at seeing him so confused over a simple tie and went over to him to take it off. You had to tie it all over again because of how badly he had done it before.

“This looks very wife.” He commented as he saw the delicacy with which you were trying to fix his mess.

“I hope the spirit feels the same and is looking forward to slaughtering us.” You replied, taking a step away from him as you finished.

You two said a quick goodbye to Sam and then hopped into the Impala, which took you to a shiny restaurant near the road where the ghost appeared.

“Don't embarrass me, please.” You said to him as soon as you both sat down at the table and placed your order.

“How could I, darling?” He smiled innocently at you and took your hand on the table, caressing the ring on your finger.

You didn't say anything, just smiled back and kept your thoughts to yourself. You couldn't believe he actually called you that, sounding almost like a husband, even though you knew it was because of the acting, it gave you a funny feeling in your stomach. The most you'd gotten from Dean Winchester in all the years you'd known him was a "good job" and a strange smile, followed by a lot of questions about your careless decisions. You alone were far enough away from marriage, let alone someone like him.

“You look very handsome tonight.” You told him as you saw he was drinking water, causing him to almost spit it out in surprise.

Usually you never complimented him, barely looked him in the eye, talked about anything other than hunting, or even laughed at his jokes. It seemed that his presence didn't matter much to you because your interests were more aligned with Sam's and you got along better with him. That bothered Dean a lot, he hated being so invisible in your eyes.

Now, however, you didn't take your eyes off him and even gave him compliments that left him speechless to continue the performance.

“At least the food is good.” You said absentmindedly as the waiter brought the plates.

“And the company?”

You looked into his eyes, trying to understand if he was playing with you or if he was really hurt by your lack of emotion. The strange thing was that you didn't know if it was one or the other, his greenish gaze was a mystery.

“The best company, of course.” You gave him a smile and picked up your glass of wine to make a small toast.

“How affectionate you are now.”

“Yes, I feel almost as if today is the last day of my life.” You said with irony.

Dinner went off without a hitch in a quiet and strangely pleasant atmosphere. You couldn't help but be surprised by Dean's friendliness, it was the first time you had a civilized conversation with him. The first time he held your hand and you noticed how green his eyes were.

Suddenly, everything he said, silly or not, made you smile. The only rational thing to do was to attribute it to the glass of wine he had decided to drink. In general, you didn't allow yourself to drink alcohol, let alone in the middle of a hunt. But now, for some reason, you thought it would help your nerves and relax you a bit.

“Where did you leave the car?” You asked once they left the site and the time to travel the road of death was approaching.

“In the corner over there...I hope.” He answered without really being sure. For him, it had all happened so fast when you two arrived.

“My feet hurt. Don't play with me now.” You said, hating the high heels you were wearing.

At that moment, the hunter stopped and motioned for you to sit on the bench by the exit. Unsure, you obeyed and frowned as he knelt down to gently remove your shoes.

“Happy now?” He asked he asked, holding your heels in his hands.

“I can't walk barefoot.” You claimed, putting on a fake sad face and lowering your gaze to his arms.

Dean shook his head instantly.

“No, don't even think that I'll carry you.” He warned confidently, folding his arms.

A few minutes later, he was silently leading you to the car, snorting at every opportunity to give in so easily to your wishes.

“This looks very husband.” You pointed out with a smile and a teasing tone.

“I would offer you to the spirit right now.” He replied, looking at you with narrowed eyes.

“How lovely you are, my dear.”

The two finally got into the car and headed for the exit. Dean had received a message from his brother telling him that he had found the name of the ghost woman and her grave with her husband, who was the cause of all his resentment against happily married couples, and to top it off, he was buried on top of her.

“Sam is going to burn the grave and everything will be fine.” He said trying to comfort you as he saw the concern on your face. “Maybe the woman doesn't want to kill anyone today.”

“You have too much faith in a murderous spirit.” You sighed and tried to remove the ring from your finger, but it stuck. “And you should take the ring off.”

“Are we getting divorced so soon?” He replied in a joking tone, with his eyes on the road.

You looked at him seriously, this was no time for jokes because everything was going wrong. If Sam didn't dig up those bones soon, they were probably going to kill you both and the plan was going to fail completely. It was supposed to be easy and you were terrified that it wasn't anymore.

“Come on, don't be like that. You were laughing so hard with me.” He smiled at you.

Before you could respond, a pale woman in a blood-stained wedding dress appeared in the back seat. You could barely say Dean's name when the ghost's hand came around your neck and began to choke you. After a few moments, you couldn't even breathe and everything became a blur.

You didn't want to die, at least not at that moment. Not without having lived a life as good as the night before everything went to hell. You still had too many things to do to go like that, let alone in front of him, you couldn't let that happen.

“Don't move.” The hunter said to you before drawing his gun and disputing you to the back seat.

The ghost disappeared for a few seconds and then reappeared just ahead of the road. A braking maneuver as the woman was beginning to burn in front of the two of you almost made you jump out of your seat.

Sam had succeeded.

“Are you okay?” Dean asks, looking at you with concern.

“Yeah.” You said, still trying to catch your breath and process everything that had happened.

“And my thanks for saving you and not letting death part us?”

At any other time, you would have simply made a sarcastic comment and emphasized that it was all thanks to her brother. However, the recent experience had changed something in you and made you kiss his cheek.

Before you could completely pull your face away from his, he put his hand on your cheek and pulled you close. You felt his lips move over yours and responded without hesitation. A big part of you had been thinking about this moment all night and was more than happy it was happening. It was like the perfect ending to a fake marriage date, minus the killer ghost part, and it made you smile in the middle of it.

“You didn't flip any coin, did you?” You asked as you broke away from the kiss for a second.

“No, I didn't.” He admitted, leaving a kiss on your head and making you smile even more.

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ecstxsyy · 19 days ago

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BITE ME. | S. WINCHESTER ❦︎

Sam uses his size to his advantage.

based on this comment.

(requests for v-day event are closed!)

18+ mdni!

sam winchester x fem!reader

warnings: porn with no plot, p in v, light biting, unprotected sex.

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SAM WINCHESTER has the biggest size kink ever, he loves how much he towers over your small frame. You were average height but Sam was just huge, and he used it to his advantage as much as he could.

When you have sex, he uses his weight to pin you to the mattress below you, plowing his cock into you. Your eyes roll back into your head, his dick was much like the rest of him, absolutely huge. Your legs shook around his waist as you clawed at the rose petal-ridden sheets.

The night started as a Valentine’s Day date, the two of you left Dean to do some research on a case while the two of you got dinner and rented a separate motel room. Sam wanted to give you a special night, no matter how crazy your life is.

“Fuck, Sam. You’re so deep,” you cried out, Sam took this as his queue to hoist your legs over his shoulders, giving him an even deeper angle to pound into you. You nearly screeched at the change of positions, his tip bullying your g-spot. Sam hung his head into the crook of your neck when he got an idea, he sunk his teeth into the side of your neck, biting you lightly. This pulled a loud moan out of you, your cunt clenching around his cock.

“You like that?” Sam asked, a cocky smirk plastered on his face. If he wasn't giving you some of the best sex of your life you’d give him a snarky response, but your mind was blank, the only thing you could about was how good he was fucking you.

Sam felt almost drunk on the feeling he got from the look on your face, your eyebrows scrunched and relaxed with every thrust and your eyes looked glossy and full of bliss. He knew you were gonna cum soon but couldn't vocalize it, he could feel your walls tighten and relax around him, pushing him closer to his own orgasm.

When you came, your legs shook, and moans tumbled out of your mouth loudly, the two of you had given up on being quiet a long time ago. Sam rode you through your orgasm, one last clench of your pussy sending him over the edge.

Sam came inside of you with a loud grunt, painting your walls with his sticky seed. He fucked it inside of you for a bit before pulling out of you slowly and collapsing on top of you. The two of you sat in silence for a brief moment, panting and out of breath until Sam decided to run a shower for you.

Once the water was warm, he carried you to the bathroom and began cleaning your sticky skin. He made sure you were completely clean before dressing you in one of his shirts and tucking you into bed, crawling in on the other side to cuddle with you.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”

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sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth · 6 days ago

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You better make it soon before you break my heart (Sam Winchester x female reader)

You and Sam get drunk together and Dean plays cupid.

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Rated T. 3.3k words. Drunk Sam. Margaritas. Crushes. Flirting. Drunk dancing. Dean being a good brother. First kiss.

“What do you think would happen if we started adding margaritas into this?” you ask, already struggling with the word margarita.

“I think—I think that we would probably die,” Sam says.

“Pff,” you say. “Don’t be a baby, Winchester. You can’t live life one foot in, one foot out.”

You’re not totally sure what you mean, but it sounds good. Sam blinks at you, narrows his eyes, making him look more drunk that he already does, with those slightly flushed cheeks and the way his usually so controlled movements are now all over the place.

He looks so good that it almost sobers you up, so you take another big sip of your drink to make sure that doesn’t happen.

You make a face at the strong whiskey taste. You want something nicer, something sweeter. Like Sam? your brain, the mischievous asshole, adds.

Yes, like Sam. Exactly like Sam.

He speaks, breaking you out of your little daydream. “If we drink margaritas now, the only thing we’ll be half foot in is the emergency room.”

It takes you a second and then you chuckle. It’s clever. Sam’s clever.

You lean forward on the table and maybe stare at him a little too intently. He catches your eye, and then looks away quickly. “You’re funny, Sam,” you say, still looking at him. He has the audacity to blush a little, shrugs those big, broad man shoulders of his.

You want to say more. You want to say that he’s beautiful and kind and sweet and so smart and that sometimes he makes you feel like you’re floating, like a cartoon character that’s smelling a pie.

Luckily just then, the waitress comes over. “Can I get you two anything else?” she says, and you throw Sam a look, wiggle your eyebrows.

He sighs, defeated, and orders two margaritas.

Dean finds you about an hour later. You and Sam aren’t sloppy drunk but definitely giggly drunk. You are holding on to your half empty glass and leaning to the side because Sam has said something so adorable and goofy that you are now laughing so hard it hurts your ribs.

Sam is laughing too, a little bashful but then it’s turning into real, actual laughter and it’s the most wonderful sound in the world. It’s so rare to hear him like that. Too rare.

Dean walks up to the table like an annoyed parent who has to pick up his kid from a sleepover because they ate too much candy and then barfed everywhere.

Sam sees him a second later, nods at him, but even though you both sort of recover you’re still giggling.

“How’d it go?” Sam asks, and he’s definitely slurring a little bit, the grin on his face wide.

You want to kiss it. The face and the grin.

Dean sits down, eyeing you both a little suspiciously. “It was fine,” he says, “but the county sheriff is pretty useless. I think he’s a drunk. But then,” he makes a sarcastic face, “looks like he’s not alone in that.”

You know he’s just trying to be a reasonable but you don’t need this buzz kill right now. You can already see Sam starting to feel bad that he was out having fun while Dean was working, but that only happened because Sam finished his research so fast and Dean was slow, because he was busy flirting with that one witness at the station.

No, you’re not gonna let him suck the fun out of tonight.

“Boooh,” you say then push your glass towards him. “Drink and be merry, Dean,” you say and Sam chuckles.

Dean looks down at the drink, a little disgusted. “It has a salted rim,” you say to him, cocking your head. “You loooove that.”

Sam bursts out laughing. You’re not even sure what you said and then you realize the double meaning. Oopsie. But Sam’s laugh is so infectious that you just go along with it.

Dean rolls his eyes pointedly. To make up for it, you raise your arm, wave over the waitress. She joins you, Dean turning around to give her an appreciative look.

“Hi there,” you say, as if you are talking to her for the first time tonight. “Could you please get my friend here the most boring, adult drink you have, please?” you ask her.

Dean smiles at her, already flirting. “Whiskey neat is fine. And I wouldn't mind getting your number as well.”

You look over at Sam, who widens his eyes, looks at you. You’re both used to Dean flirting shamelessly, but that’s fast, even for him.

The waitress returns the smile, checks him out a little. “Coming up,” she says, walks away, looking back to make sure Dean is looking after her. He is, of course.

“Jeez,” you mumble, “get a room.” Dean turns back, looks at you.

“Look who’s talking,” he says and you can feel the violent blush in your face. You hope it’s not as visible under the dimmed light of the bar as it feels, but you can’t be sure.

Dean is kind enough to change the topic, starts talking more about the sheriff and the lack of information he found. You take your drink back from him, taking a big sip and chance a look at Sam. It looks like he didn’t notice. Thank God.

Dean doesn’t officially know about your crush on Sam, but he’s not an idiot, as much as he might sometimes act like one. He doesn’t miss the longing looks you throw his younger brother, how you react like you’re stung by a jellyfish every time Sam touches you, or how once, when a witness was throwing herself at him and Sam didn’t seem totally disinterested, you might have snuck to the bathroom to sniffle a little.

Sam on the other hand seems completely oblivious, which is good and bad at the same time. Good because you’re pretty sure if he were to find out and not feel the same way about you the embarrassment would kill you on the spot. Bad because on the off chance that he does like you that way, he sure as hell isn’t going to be making the first step, not if he’s not absolutely sure you like him back. And you would never tell him because, well, all of the above. Which means it’s unlikely that anything will come of it.

So you drink and talk and geek together, sharing secrets and talking about things you’ve never talked to anyone else about, and you’re pretty sure neither has Sam. And you don’t cuddle or kiss or touch or do any of the other things you would like to do with Sam. No, sir.

You all finish your drinks, Dean scores the waitress’s number and then you’re stepping out into the warm summer evening.

You get into the Impala, you climb into the back without breaking your neck, and Dean starts driving you back to the motel.

Sam plays around with the radio until he finds a station, while you roll down one of the back windows.

“Are you gonna be sick?” Dean asks, glaring at you in the rearview mirror.

“Noo, just like the air, air’s nice,” you say, leaning your head so the night air is hitting your face. It feels amazing, and just when you think you probably can’t feel any better, the station Sam found starts playing Fleetwood Mac.

“Hell yeah,” you say, raising both hands over your head, crossing them there. You hum along, watch the dark country roads go by.

After a minute you look forward again, just to see Sam’s head turning away quickly. Did you just catch him look at you? No, surely not?

You sink a little deeper into the seat.

It doesn’t take long after that to arrive at the motel. You get out, swaying a little. The three of you start walking towards your room, when Dean suddenly stops in his tracks. He licks his lip, then half turns back to the car.

“Actually, I think I left that waitress's number at the bar,” he says. No, he didn’t. You saw him pocket it when you walked out.

You’re about to say exactly that, when he throws Sam the room keys in a high arch. Sam doesn’t catch them, has to bend down to pick them up, and for a second you think he’ll topple. You lay a hand on his arm, which is probably not very helpful, but it’s an excuse to touch him.

“Gotta go back,” Dean says, shrugging, a bit of a grin on his face.

“Dean,” you start, then hiccup a little, and continue. “I’m sure you’ll score another number in the next town.”

But Dean’s already on his way back to the Impala. He turns around as he's about to get in, and now he's full on grinning. "Yeah," he says, "but she could be the one. Gotta be sure. You have to be brave to find love." And then he winks at you and a second later, you and Sam are standing in a whirl of dust left behind by the Impala.

Sam waves his hand in front of his face, coughing a little. Meanwhile you are trying not to scream.

What the hell did Dean mean by that? Brave to find love? You turn to Sam, the internal screaming momentarily under control.

Sam looks down at you. He has the cutest little pout on him. "Inside?" he asks, like it's a full sentence. You nod. Inside.

The walk to the room is short but it allows you to think about what Dean was insinuating.

It would be cruel, what he's suggesting, if he doesn't at least think there's a chance that Sam likes you back, and Dean is many things, but he is not cruel. At least not normally. That means that he knows something, or suspects something.

Your head is spinning and it's not just from the alcohol. Suddenly you're terrified.

You make it to the room, and Sam unlocks it. It only takes him three tries. He's so graceful.

You are leaning against the door frame while he wrangles the door. When it swings open, he looks at you, all proud smiles. Despite your nervousness, you smile back, slap his arm.

"You are, like, a master at opening doors. Amazing form. Ten points."

He nods. "I do unlock a lot of doors," he says, and then holds his arm out to signal for you to go in before him.

You do, walk in, and then, because suddenly you don't know what to do and you're hyper aware of the situation, you just kind of stand there in the middle of the room.

Sam walk in behind you, throwing closed the door behind him and plops down on the bed, face first.

You turn to him and it gives you too good of a view of his body, so you mumble "gotta use the bathroom," and rush off.

You close the door behind you and sit on the closed toilet seat. Okay. Breath.

There's no reason to be nervous. You are alone with Sam, which you have been a million times. You are drunk with Sam, alone, and it's not a big deal.

Except that Dean said that stuff about having to be brave to find love. Did he mean you need to be brave to find love? Did he mean with Sam? Or was he just talking out of his ass and your drunk brain is cooking something up that's not really there?

You sigh. Goddamn, this is really killing your buzz. It's fine. It's better to not do anything you might regret. Tomorrow, when you're sobered up and hungover, you can go back to interpreting Dean's cryptic messages. But tonight you just want to have fun, just for a little longer.

You walk out and Sam's still lying on the bed. You think he might be passed out for a second, but then he raises one hand where it's lying on the bed next to him, giving a thumbs up. "All good," he says, not opening his eyes. "Jus' resting my face."

You can't help but chuckle at that and all the lovey dovey feelings come rushing back, replacing your anxiety. You just want to have a fun drunk night with Sam. If nothing else ever comes of it, you're still damn lucky.

So, to rally the troops, you take out your phone, turn the sound all the way up, and start playing the song you heard in the car, "Everywhere". It starts with that weird tingly noise, and you use that time to walk over to Sam, kicking off your shoes without any major mishaps, and then lean on his back with both arms, and shake him a little.

He makes a noise that's a mixture of a grunt and something you've only ever heard donkeys make.

"No shaking, please," he says, frowning.

"Then get up," you say. "You get up, and no more shaking."

The song starts properly now and you start dancing a little, because it's just too good. Sam finally gets up, kind of. He turns around, leaning up on one elbow.

"Come on, Sam," you say. "Let's dance the drunk out."

He laughs, even though he still looks sleepy. And then he watches you for a moment, and his face becomes incredibly serious.

You stop your dancing. "What?" you ask, and you think he's going to say something horrible.

"Nothin'," he says, and his voice is kind of quiet. "You're just pretty."

A not entirely unpleasant shock goes through you. Pretty.

You try to recover, wave him off. "You're very drunk, Sam," you say and then, because you think if he looks at you for a second longer you'll burst into flames, you jump on the bed without warning.

He ducks his head, scoots out of the way so he doesn't get trampled. You start bouncing on the bed to the beat of the music, doing something with your arms, you're not even sure what.

You sing along loudly to the "I want to be with you everywhere," and the meaning of the words doesn't really reach your brain, because you point at Sam while singing them. It's just your entertainer persona, or what some people would call very limited dance moves, that makes you point at him.

You pull your arm back immediately. Yikes. To cover, you pretend you were just trying to get Sam to dance. "Come on, get up, we are not losing to margaritas! We're stronger than that!"

Sam actually gets up then, and while what he does can't really be called dancing, he is at least moving his body.

You woohoo in his direction, and pick up your own dancing again. Then you make the mistake of trying to take a step to the side, forgetting that you are not on solid ground, but on a cheap motel bed. You foot gets tangled in the thin comforter.

You're gonna fall off this bed and break your neck, you just know it.

But you don't, because there's Sam. He's stepped closer to the bed and is holding you by the waist. You don't fall. You don't die.

You're on the bed and he's standing on the floor, so you're half a head taller than him currently. You're also really, really close to him, and oh yeah, there's the whole hands-on-waist thing.

You swallow. "Thanks," you say, but it comes out quiet and a little cracked. Sam smiles up at you, a little unsure. He could let you go now, but he doesn't. He keeps holding you.

Your brain is desperately trying to find something to say, something to make this not awkward, something to make you stop thinking about Sam's lips so close to yours, the beauty mark next to his nose that you want to touch, his smell, his big hands on you.

What you come up with is this: "Gee, I really get this whole being tall thing now. It's nice." It's one of the more stupid things you've said, but Sam still smiles at it.

"Has its advantages," he says, and then he's looking into your eyes and you're looking into his.

Sam's breathing a little harder. You lean in a little closer because he is so damn magnetic. Somewhere far away the song is starting over.

He clears his throat. "I really want to kiss you," he says.

Jesus, Mary, Joseph and David Bowie.

"I want you to want to kiss me," you reply, and you have just enough working brain cells left to correct yourself. "I want you to kiss me."

He nods. Then suddenly he looks unsure. "But," he says, and you think no, no buts, no buts please, I will start an anti-buts movement, before he continues: "I don't want it to, you know, be like this, I think. I don't want us to regret it in the morning. Or forget it."

"I won't regret it," you say, maybe a little too fast. "And I don't think I'll forget it, either." Because how could you? How could you forget something like that?

Sam nods again, still looking into your eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Super sure," you say, nodding as well. And then, because sometimes your brain does come up with good ideas, you add: "Plus, we could just kiss again tomorrow. That way we won't forget what it's like."

Now Sam is grinning, and from this close it's even better, even more breathtaking. It shows off his dimples and because you're already in too deep, you move your hands up, one landing on his shoulder, one on his cheek, your thumb close to that little valley in his face that shows up when he's happy.

"Okay," Sam says, and you say it as well.

And then he is pulling you in, very, very slowly, like he's expecting you to change your mind halfway in.

You lick your lips, just a little, because you realize your mouth has gone incredibly dry.

And then you're kissing Sam. His eyes close and so do yours. His lips are soft and there's still a hint of salt on them from the drinks. It's perfect.

Your heart is beating so hard than you're sure he must hear it. His one hand leaves your waist, and his arm goes around you, holds you there.

You take your one hand off his shoulder and cup his face with that one as well, because you've never gotten to touch his face like that before.

Sam breaks the kiss, eventually. Your eyes stay closed and it's a good thing he's holding you. You might fall off the bed otherwise anyway, margaritas or no margaritas.

You can tell he's looking at you, so you blink your eyes open. He has a slight smile on his face.

"Can I kiss you again?" he asks. You don't bother saying yes. You pull his face close to yours and do it.

This kiss is a little different. Where the first one was soft and sweet and careful, this one feels a little more raunchy. Sam's breathing out through his nose as if to contain himself, and it's so goddamn sexy. He's pulling you closer and you're pulling him closer, and then suddenly your tongues are meeting and you actually moan a little. You can feel him smile at that. Yeah, you won't forget that.

And then you can hear the Impala pulling up outside. Looks like Dean struck out.

Sam unleashes your lips and you lean down, lay your forehead against his. His hand goes up and strokes your cheek.

"Tomorrow?" he asks, and you nod against him. "Tomorrow."

You're not sure what it means, but it's a promise. A promise you're happy to keep.

I want to be with you everywhere, Christine McVie sings and you couldn't agree more.

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losers-clvb · 10 days ago

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stupid cupid // sam winchester

pairing: sam winchester x best friend!female!reader

summary: after a run in with a cupid, you and sam are in love.

content: fluff, idiots in love, dean is a pestering big brother, suggestive content, implied smut at end, both reader and sam are down bad without realizing it

word count: 4k

note: happy valentine's day my loves! this was supposed to be a bit shorter, but it all just flowed out once i started. i hope you enjoy, i missed writing for sam.

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You felt a nudge against your shoulder, waking you from the light sleep you had fallen into. You opened your eyes to see hazel eyes staring back at you. Sam.

“We’re almost there.” He spoke lightly, not wanting to be too loud while you woke up. You smiled gratefully at him. He was always looking out for you, always doing his best to make sure you were comfortable, safe. That was why he was your best friend.

“Thanks.” You mumbled while stretching out in the backseat of the Impala. Dean was driving, rolling his eyes at the interaction between you two. In his opinion, you and Sam were head-over-heels in love with each other. He had voiced this many times and had been met with a jumble of arguments against it. There was no way you were in love with Sam. You just felt safer, warmer, and happier in his presence. That was how it was with friends.

You pulled the hoodie you were wearing, Sam’s hoodie, tighter around you. Why was the world always colder when you woke up?

“Why, again, did we need to get here so quickly?” You asked. You and the boys had left from a prior case at an ungodly early time in order to get to this town. The specifics of it all had flown over your head at the time, what with your hazy mind and Sam talking faster than you could register. Sam turned to you with a playful narrow of his eyes.

“You weren’t listening to me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. You rolled your eyes and threw your head back in faux annoyance. You two did this often, playfully going back and forth with each other.

“I was listening, up until you tried to make some metaphor about Star Wars.” You groaned out.

“You would’ve gotten it if you had actually watched them when I had asked you.” Sam argued back.

“I did watch them.” You lied. You hadn’t, not really. You had only gotten past the first ten minutes before you were asleep.

“You were drooling on my shoulder.” Sam said flatly, reminding you of the morning following his little movie marathon when the two of you woke up cuddled into each other’s arms. You know, as friends do.

“It’s not my fault they’re boring.” You laughed out.

“They’re classics!” Sam gasped, holding his hand to his chest like he was scandalized by the whole thing. You smiled at him, leaning toward him. He could smell the warm scent of vanilla and coconut from your lotion.

“You’re such an old man.” You muttered, staring him in the eye.

“I’m six months older than you.” Sam argued.

“Still older.” You shrugged, leaning back in your seat. Dean groaned quietly, but it still caught yours and Sam’s attention. You both turned to him.

“What?” You and Sam said at the same time. Dean shook his head, staring at the road in front of him.

“You two.” Dean grumbled. You raised an eyebrow. Sam crossed his arms.

“What about us?” You asked. You should have known what he was going to say next.

“You nerds need to bang it out already.” Dean answered. Immediately you and Sam turned bright red. This wasn’t anything new. Dean would say something about you and Sam doing things that friends didn’t do, then you two would babble on about how he was wrong about it all.

“We’re friends, Dean.” You argued even as the image of Sam naked over you flashed in your mind. Sam avoided looking at you, a similar image of you in his own mind. It didn’t mean anything. It was just something that was brought on by Dean’s words, nothing more.

“Yeah, whatever.” Dean mumbled, not believing either of you. He knew his brother and knew you, even if he had only known you for a few years. You were both very obviously wanting each other. It wouldn’t have changed much. You and Sam shared a bed when the motels they stayed at didn’t have a couch. Sam helped you with those pesky zippers on your dresses. You held his hand in your pocket when it was cold outside. All that would have to change is you two saying those three little words.

But no. You weren’t in love with Sam! You loved him, yes, but as a friend. It was nothing more than that. Yeah, sometimes you wanted to kiss him. And, okay, maybe sometimes your heart skipped a beat when he looked at you. That was just how it was when you spent so much time with each other. Once you stopped helping the Winchester brothers, you would drift away from those feelings.

You felt the tension in the car now. The air was thick with it. You watched buildings fly past as you grew closer to town. You realized Sam hadn’t answered your question about the new case, but you weren’t going to ask again. At least, not while you were still thinking about what his hands would feel like on your hips.

----

“A cupid?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows together. You were sat in a booth at a diner in town with Sam next to you, his arm resting on the backrest of the booth behind you. Dean and Castiel sat across from you two and you chose to ignore the fact that Dean didn’t have his arm slung across the man next to him.

“Yes.” Castiel answered in his usual grumble. You frowned at the answer. You and the boys had to find a kidnapped cupid, something you never thought you would have to do.

“Who the hell kidnaps a cupid? They just want love!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up. Sam laughed at you, watching your movements. Dean and Castiel glanced at each other with knowing looks, but said nothing.

“A demon took this cupid.” Castiel answered.

“It’s always a freakin’ demon.” You sighed out, grabbing a fry off of Sam’s plate. He had gotten extra because you always ended up wanting some after not ordering any. It was just another thing he did to take care of you. What a good friend.

“Not always. I think I remember a vampire beating your ass just last week.” Dean teased. You rolled your eyes at him.

“I had that vamp, you should’ve let me kill it.” You told him. The vampire had, in fact, beat your ass and Dean had been the one to slice its head off. Sam had been the one to carry you to the car even after you insisted you could walk.

“You were too distracted by Sam to kill anything, sweetheart.” Dean smirked, watching as you narrowed your eyes at him. It may have been true, but you didn’t think so. You weren’t distracted, the vampire had just been a little faster than you.

“Do you ever wake up and think, ‘Hm, I’m gonna be quiet today’?” You asked, doing your best impression of Dean.

“I do not sound like that.” Dean argued back.

“That was a flawless impression of you.” You informed him. You looked up at Sam. “Right, Sam?”

“Oh, yeah.” Sam nodded to Dean before looking down at you, smiling. You were smiling at each other now. Dean rolled his eyes and sighed at the sight. Castiel only watched on, head slightly tilted and eyes narrowed.

“Flawless.” Sam said, still looking into your eyes. You breathed out a laugh through your nose before snuggling into his side. The diner was cold, Sam was warm, that's what friends did.

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This demon was proving much harder to kill than most. It was you, Sam, and Dean up against one demon, yet the demon didn’t even seem to be tiring. The cupid was in the corner of the old, abandoned warehouse tied up with runed roping, watching the whole thing go down. When you were thrown across the cement flooring, you landed in a heap next to him with a groan.

“Are you okay?” The cupid asked, worry in his voice. This angel was unlike others you had met. He had a happy-go-lucky attitude about everything, almost a childlike wonder. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye.

“Oh, yeah, just peachy.” You got out in between gritted teeth. Your head ached and you were sure that bruises would bloom across your right hip come morning. You pulled yourself up to your feet, staggering a bit. Looking over the cupid, you noticed a glint of metal near him.

“Give me that.” You demanded, swiping up the weapon. The metal of the angel blade that cool in your hand, the weight of it a bit unfamiliar to you, but it would have to do. Your own knife had been knocked from your hand early on in the fight plus it wouldn’t have done much to the demon. “Why haven’t you used this?”

“I’m a lover,” the cupid said your name, “not a fighter.” You narrowed your eyes at the angel.

“How do you know my name?” You asked, though it was possible one of the boys had said it. Still, history proving, people who knew your name without you telling them were always bad news. The cupid’s face lit up.

“I know all about you! You and Sam, the great lovers!” The cupid exclaimed and you could have sworn there were hearts in his eyes. You paused when you heard that. Lovers? You and Sam? No way.

“We’re friends.” You snapped before turning away to face the fight before you. Sam and Dean were wrestling with the demon, but even with both of them on her, there was a struggle. You rushed over as quietly as you could muster and leaped on her back. She yelled out in surprise and tried to throw you off, but you had her. Finally, the angel blade was plunged into her chest and she screamed in agony. Her body fell to the floor, you going with her. Your elbow crashed into the cement, scraping the skin open even through your long sleeve.

You heard Sam and Dean scuffle over, Sam dropping to his knees to pull you into him. He brushed some hair out of your face and said your name.

“No more demons.” You groaned out. It wouldn’t matter, the demons always seemed to follow the Winchester boys around, but it was nice to hope. Sam laughed lightly and pulled you to your feet. Dean had gone to free the cupid.

“Thank you!” The cupid said happily, wrapping Dean in a hug. Dean stiffened at the touch. He didn’t hug much. You watched with amusement, wishing you had your phone to take a picture of this. There was no way you were letting Dean forget about this.

The cupid then came bounding over to you and Sam, a bright smile on his face. You handed over his blade, which he took awkwardly and magically stowed it away in his sleeve. You flinched into Sam’s side when the cupid reached out to touch you both.

“I’m giving you two a gift.” The cupid had a hand on each of you. Oh no. A gift. From a cupid. That could only mean one thing. You thought back to what he had said earlier, about you and Sam being lovers.

“No, that’s alright.” You said nervously, trying to push the cupid’s hand off of you. “Really, we did it for free.” Sam furrowed his eyebrows at you. He hadn’t connected the dots like you had, but then again, why would he? He hadn’t heard the conversation between you and the cupid.

“It would be an honor.” The cupid nodded. You shook your head again. The cupid moved his hands from you and Sam. You breathed out a sigh of relief. You didn’t know what had happened, but you figured it could be nothing good. The angel only smiled at you, a bit of mischief in his eyes. You narrowed your eyes and felt Sam pull you in closer to him.

“I’ll be going now.” The cupid announced before the fluttering of wings was heard. Just like that, the cupid was gone. You looked to Dean. He was reacting to your interaction with the cupid just as you had with his. You glared at him and grabbed onto Sam’s arm.

“Let’s go.” You grumbled, dragging him with you to the car. Sam ignored the thought of sitting in the backseat with you. It was silly. You were fine, just a little scrape. But the wanting to be close to you didn’t go away. What had this cupid done?

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“The cupid touched you?” Castiel asked, eyebrows pushed together in question. Once Dean had prayed out to him to inform him of the success in freeing the cupid, you had pulled him outside to grill him about the situation at hand. You and the boys had gotten back to the motel an hour ago. In the time between then and now, Sam had doted on you as he always had, but it was different this time. You felt a pull to him, like you only wanted him. It was as if all those feelings you had insisted you didn’t have for him were getting pulled to the surface.

“Yes! And I…,” you paused, swallowing down the bashfulness of your next words, “I’m feeling things.”

“Feeling things?” Castiel echoed.

“Yes! Stop repeating what I say!” You huffed out in annoyance. You crossed your arms and glanced at the motel room door. You didn’t want Sam, or Dean for that matter, overhearing the conversation. “Make it stop.”

“I can’t. If this cupid truly struck you with his arrow, there isn’t anything I can do.” Castiel informed you. You frowned.

“I can’t be in love with Sam.” You exclaimed, whispering the last few words. Castiel raised an eyebrow.

“Were you not before?” Castiel questioned. You scoffed at him.

“No!” You snapped. “We’re just friends.” You insisted. You crossed your arms, but your mind drifted off to think about Sam. You weren’t in love with him, you couldn’t be. You were friends. Friends who were each other’s plus ones to everything. Friends who knew what the other was going to say before they said it. Friends who would die for each other.

“I’ll look into it.” Castiel promised before disappearing. You sighed out in irritation before pushing the door open to the motel room.

“-every time I look at her!” Sam was obviously trying to whisper this, but you could still hear it loud and clear. You looked toward him and Dean, who were sitting opposite of each other on the motel beds. When Sam noticed you, his face burned red. You weren’t supposed to hear that. You couldn’t know that he was in love with you, even if he thought it was from the cupid.

“You, um…,” Sam trailed off, not knowing what to say to fix the situation. You nodded and went to sit next to him. Nope, not next to him, his body heat next to you was too much right now.

“I know.” You said, moving to sit next to Dean. Sam frowned. Why did you move? He wanted you next to him.

“It’s the cupid, he, um, he did something.” Sam said, stopping himself from reaching out to touch you. He normally wouldn’t have hesitated to take your hand in his, you know, as friends do, but he didn’t think it was fair with the current situation.

“Yeah,” you whispered, looking into his eyes. They were so warm, so inviting. You could just give in, wrap your arms around him and let him hold you forever. You mentally shook the thought off. You couldn’t think like this. You had to fight the angel magic of the cupid.

“For the last time, you idiots didn’t need a cupid to be in love.” Dean grumbled, crossing his arms. You and Sam pulled your eyes from each other to glare at him.

“We’re just friends. When we fix this, it’ll go back to that.” You promised Dean, shoving your arm into him. He stood and rolled his eyes.

“I’m gettin’ a drink. Try not to get your love on my bed.” Dean pulled his jacket on and left the motel room. You and Sam said nothing until the rumble of the Impala’s engine faded away.

“I’m sorry.” Sam mumbled, looking at the ground. You blinked at him, frowning.

“This isn’t your fault.” You amended. Sam looked up at you, giving you a small smile.

“I think I really do love you.” Sam said. It made your heart leap, but the nagging thought that this wasn’t really him talking sounded through your head.

“Me too.” You breathed out. You reached out to take his hand and his fingers tangled in yours. With a tug on your arm, Sam was able to pull you to him. You had been too far away for his liking. Now, you sat in his lap, still holding his hand. You had been here before, sitting on Sam, but that was when there were no seats left in a room. This was different.

“Maybe we shouldn’t…,” You began, but trailed off as your eyes fell to his lips. You really shouldn’t. That didn’t matter. It didn’t matter if this was right or wrong. The only thing you cared about was the warmth of Sam.

“Yeah, maybe.” Sam whispered as he leaned into you. He moved slowly, but didn’t hesitate in kissing you. His lips fit on yours in a way you could have never imagined. It was like you were made for each other.

You drew your other hand up to weave into his hair. The kiss deepened, just enough for you to feel how hungry Sam was for you. You hummed out happily when he ran his tongue along your bottom lip. You opened your mouth to let him in. With the help of Sam, you moved to straddle him. This made it easier for you to press your body into his.

You had boyfriends before. This was different. This was like you had been breathing in smoke all your life and Sam was the first gulp of fresh air in your lungs. Everywhere he touched sparked to life, a multitude of colors in his wake. The thought that it wasn’t actually you, that it was some magical force creating this feeling, stopped coming to mind. You only thought of Sam now.

Sam shifted your bodies so you were laying on your back on the bed, him hovering above you. You pulled him down to you, wanting him closer. The weight of him on you made you kiss him deeper. His fingers moved to unbutton your flannel -- his flannel. They slipped as they moved down but that didn’t deter him. You could feel the air rushing over your skin with every inch he exposed. The flannel hung open now, showing your bare stomach and lacy bra.

With his mouth still on yours, Sam cupped one of your fabric-covered breasts in his hand. He tucked his fingers over the edge, the tips of them just barely brushing your nipple. You didn’t know how it had escalated this far, but you certainly weren’t complaining.

You were trying to keep yourself from floating away by latching on to what you could hear. The buzz of the lights, the growl of the radiator, the purr of the Impala. Wait -- the Impala? You wrapped your fingers around Sam’s wrist, trying to pull him off of you, but he was too lost in you. You heard the click of the lock on the door, and finally, Sam got the hint.

It was too late.

“Oh, woah!” Dean laughed out, holding his hands on his hips. “Would you look at this! The lovebirds finally did it!”

“Shut up, Dean.” You grumbled, even as your face glowed red. You felt Sam pull the flannel back together, rebuttoning it with ease. You smiled at him, grateful for him still caring about your modesty even as his brother teased you two. You wanted to kiss him again -- he tasted so good -- but Dean was still standing there. Castiel was behind him, averting his eyes in an attempt to not intrude on your privacy.

“Why the hell are you here?” You asked as Sam rolled over to sit next to you. His arm, out of habit, wrapped around you. You let his warmth envelop you. You were pissed now. First, Dean had been insistent, despite your constant attempts to deny it, that you and Sam were in love. Then, right when you were about to have sex for the first time in months, the idiot walks in and ruins it all. If it weren’t for Sam’s embrace bringing you comfort you would have gotten up and slapped the man.

“Cas here,” Dean gestured to the angel behind him. When he noticed Castiel still looking at the floor, he cleared his throat. Castiel looked up, glanced over you and Sam, and sighed in relief. “Cas has some very enlightening information to share.” Dean finished, winking at you and Sam.

You rolled your eyes and looked to the angel.

“The cupid didn’t have his arrows.” Castiel spoke. You frowned. What? What was he talking about?

“What do you mean?” Sam voiced the question that was running through your head. You were very confused now.

“The cupid didn’t have his arrows when he touched you two. He had no hand in this.” Castiel gestured to the two of you.

No.

No, that couldn’t be true. There was no other explanation for why you and Sam felt so comfortable letting this happen now. You were friends, or, at least you were before all of this.

“You’re wrong.” You objected. Sam’s body tensed up at your words. Was it really that horrible of a thought that you loved him without the help of something else?

“No, I’m not.” Castiel’s words rumbled out. You thought about this, about what it could mean. You were in love with Sam?

It should make sense, right? You had been friends since the first day you met him. He was one of the only people who actually cared for you, and you for him. It was only a matter of time before you two would fall in love.

Sam was feeling the same way. He had always felt this strong pull to you, but he didn’t want to change anything between you two. He would have rather loved you as your best friend than not at all. But this? This meant that the feelings he had tried so hard to shove away were still there, and you reciprocated them.

“See? All of this,” Dean gestured to you and Sam, “is pure sex drive.” He finished, saying the last two words in a mischievous tone. You huffed out your frustration with the older man in front of you. Okay, maybe Dean was right. You weren’t telling him that.

“Get out.” Sam spoke, spooking the whole room. His voice was strong, demanding even. Dean raised an eyebrow at him.

“What?” Dean spat out, an incredulous look on his face. Castiel held his usual glower as he looked between the two brothers.

“Get. Out.” Sam repeated, his words holding a sense of finality. Dean’s face twitched in irritation. His baby brother, talking to him like this? Then, a thought came across his mind.

“Oh, I get it.” Dean’s face lit up with glee at what he had realized. “You,” he pointed at Sam, “wanna get your fix.” A smile cracked through his face and he walked to the door, pulling it open.

You furrowed your eyebrows, initially not knowing what he was getting at. Then you noticed the way Sam was shifting his hips and pulling the blankets over his lap.

Oh.

“Use a condom.” Dean’s final words rang out before he walked out, Castiel scurrying after him.

It was going to be a good night after all.

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honeyryewhiskey · 2 months ago

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it's just a stupid holiday

abt, dean takes his cupid to a valentine's gala, where a rogue angel has been preying on adulterers. you're just excited to be part of the chaos, and dean is trying desperately to keep his focus on the mission and not on his bubbly lovebird wrapped in a little red dress. what could possibly go wrong with this situation? cw, grumpyxsunshine go on a fake date ! dean practicing restraint ! and failing bc this stupid cupid is just so sweet ! fluff ! mentions of violence but no gruesome details, mdni, 18+ 3.9k words

“i still don’t get why it has to be me doing this crap,” dean groans, shifting uncomfortably in his usual seat behind the impala’s wheel. his fingers drum against it as he scowls out the windshield.

sam, sitting to his right, doesn’t bother looking up from the stack of papers he’s reviewing. “because you’re better at the whole…” he gestures vaguely, searching for the right words, “pretending-to-be-charming-with-women thing.”

dean snorts, tossing his brother a sideways glare. “gee, thanks, sammy. real boost to the ‘ol self-esteem.” he rolls his eyes and adjusts the rearview mirror—only to catch a glimpse of you in the backseat.

that stupid dress. that strappy, red, distracting dress. you’re busy fiddling with the silky hem, completely oblivious to the way it hugs you in all the right places.

dean clears his throat sharply. fidgeting with his suit tie, he forces his eyes back to the road. “hey, cupid,” he growls, trying to sound annoyed instead of flustered. “remember, this is a job. we’re not going to this thing to drink champagne and play house. we’re hunting. focus.”

you lean forward, resting your arms on the back of their seat. a playful grin spreads across your lips as you reach out to pinch his cheek. “oh, dean, don’t you worry,” you assure, ignoring his quick swat at your hand. “i’ll be the best hunting partner ever. all business. no play.”

you deepen your voice, mimicking his usual gruff tone. “just like you.”

dean groans louder this time, and sam smirks faintly without looking up.

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the plan for tonight? attend some high society valentine’s night gala as dean’s date, while sam kept watch of the perimeter. honestly all you really heard was sam and dean entrusting you to go undercover on a hunt with them—and you smiled so hard your cheeks ached (to which the brothers again started bickering about whether or not including you was a good idea). then they explained the holiday, humans practically worshipping cupids for a day, the excitement thrummed through you so hard you damn near passed out right there in the middle of the war room.

sam and dean made it sound so straightforward, but as you walked into the venue—your arm looped through a stiff and uncomfortable dean’s—it became glaringly obvious this event would be anything but simple.

red and pink heart shaped balloons spilled out from the entrance, framing a sleek red carpet scattered with rose petals that guided you into the heart of the party. the ballroom was enormous, yet nearly every inch of the room was drenched in lavish decor—flowers, jewels, endless shades of red and pink. a sizable crowd mingled beneath the dazzling display, their chatter blending harmoniously with the soft, elegant symphony flowing from the orchestra on stage.

a small gasp left your painted lips as you took everything in, “this is incredible.”

dean, watching you carefully as your eyes darted from one dazzling detail to the next, murmured, “yeah, sure is.” his voice was barely audible in that soft tone.

you peeled your gaze away from the galore, meeting his with that sugary sweet smile that makes his knees grow weak. “this is really all for cupids and love?”

his brows cock as he considers your words, trying for once to not immediately destroy the innocence beaming from your eyes with his charmingly pessimistic perspective on, well, everything. “yeah,” he clears his throat, his arm slipped from yours, absentmindedly raising his hand to push the stray hairs that had fallen in your face, he hated when anything—anything at all—hid that view. “all of this exists because of what you lovebirds do to us.”

you’ve gotten sharper in the weeks you’ve spent with the winchesters. picking up on what they call sarcasm and double meanings isn’t the easiest, but you’ve become so observant of dean you can almost feel it when he says one thing, and inside guards his true emotions. something in the way his face tightens, how deep of a breath he takes to release the stress, you’re not even sure if he’s aware of these tells but you know better than to clue him in on your cheat codes for decoding this ever-complicated man.

dean sighs, slipping his hands into his dress pants as his eyes scanned the crowd, “alright little angel, let’s—”

you’re about ten feet away before he can finish his sentence, bee-lining to a side table overflowing with chocolate boxes, teddy bears, bouquets, flower-shaped ornaments, and so many little cherubs adorning nearly every item.

a woman dressed in crisp black and white approached you with a polite smile, balancing a platter of dainty, bite-sized cakes. “please, help yourself to anything you’d like. mr. and mrs. nightingale donated all of these lovely trinkets for our guests.”

“uh, we’re good on toys, thanks.” a gruff voice booms over your shoulder. dean snakes one arm around your waist as he reaches out with his free hand, swiping two mini cakes off the platter. the woman shot him a withering glare before turning away.

“here.” he muttered, plopping one of the treats into your open palm, devouring the other in one bite.

“but, dean,” you whine, dropping the cake onto the table and reaching for a plush brown bear sitting front and center.

dean’s grip around your waist tightened, pulling you snug against his chest. the sudden shift made you wobble on the cherry-red heels you’d only recently learned to walk in.

“nuh uh.” he hums, low and firm. “business, lovebird. focus.”

your pouted lips and narrowed eyes meet his steady squint—a silent warning for you to cut it out.

“fine.” you whimper, giving the bear one last wistful glance before turning reluctantly back to the crowd. “what are we doing again?”

“trying to figure out who the next victim is, while sam watches for the angel.” leaning down so only you could hear. his breath on your ear sends little sockwaves down your spine, his tone low to avoid drawing attention from the nearby guests. “think your cupid crap can sniff out any cheaters in the crowd?”

your brows knit as you try to focus your energy on observing with your angel vision. you can’t necessarily see or smell infidelity, but there are glittering strings that exist between connected humans and only a cupid is capable of detecting them.

slowly, the ballroom came alive before your eyes, dozens of ribbons in gold, red, white, and silver weaving through the spaces between bodies. each color represents a distinct bond woven in fate. but the sheer number of people packed so tightly together made it difficult to pinpoint who belonged to what thread. the tangled web shifted and shimmered, overwhelming your senses as you struggled to unravel it.

“i can’t smell infidelity,” you state plainly, your tone clipped as you strain to focus on the red strings in particular. a throbbing begins in your head, growing sharper with each passing second. “There’s red, but—”

the throbbing quickly escalates into a pounding ache, forcing you to release the energy of the room. your vision shifts back to that of a mortal’s as your hands instinctively clutch dean’s arm for support.

he reacts instantly, turning you to face him as his strong hands steady your swaying form at the waist. “hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he asks, voice low but firm, concern flashing in those jade-green eyes as they search your face for an answer.

“i can’t, dean, i’m not really strong enough to read this many people,” your eyes find the floor, feeling too embarrassed to meet his gaze, “the energy, it just kinda pushes me out.”

when cas left you with the brothers, he failed to mention that you were a bit of a heaven reject. a cupid with faulty powers—and the whole issue with you not always wanting to follow heavenly orders. cas saw something in you, at least, and you hoped that the winchesters would, too.

“c’mere.” dean huffs, locking your fingers in his as he guides you down another hall. you step into a smaller room where a few people are scattered about on lavish couches and chairs. standing slightly behind you he places a reassuring hand on the small of your back he leans over your shoulder, “try it in here.”

with a nod you focus again, dean’s thumb rubs against your back soothingly, his other hand tightly wrapped over the top of yours as he watches you with care. again the room is dancing with ribbons, but the power isn’t nearly as overwhelming. “there’s a lot of gold in here.” you speak without looking away from the crowd, a smile finding your lips as you notice the elderly couples bound in glittering gold.

“what’s that mean?”

“purity turned everlasting.” you release his hand to face him, unable to contain the smile on your lips as you describe the phenomenon that makes you most excited to be a cupid, “they were fated with white strings, or bonds, to have something sweet between them, a simple fling or a good marriage. but it could have easily turned red and fragile from something like cheating, and it didn’t. these souls will probably find themselves in the same heaven, now, because of their commitment to the bond.”

dean grins down at you, catching the way your excitement practically vibrates through your body. truthfully, it all sounded like a load of crap to him. but then there’s you—with that unbound energy, one he’s certain no one else—angel or human—could ever replicate. the way your infatuation with love seems so genuine, so pure, it softens parts of him that have been hardened for years, wound tightly in cynicism for the very thing you embody.

before he can stop himself, his mind drifts. he’s already considering leaving sam to handle the case on his own, just for one night, so he can watch you explore this world with that wide-eyed wonder. to see you smile up at him like that a little longer.

and maybe—just maybe—to catch a few more glimpses of you prancing around in that little dress, oblivious to the way it rides up your thighs when you move, or how your bouncing excitement causes… other things to bounce right along with you.

dean clenches his jaw, mentally reprimanding himself as he forces his gaze away from you. focus, winchester. focus.

“so, you’re saying we need to find red bonds or whatever,” he mutters, working to keep his voice steady. “but you can’t see ’em with all those people in there.”

you nod, watching him closely as he weighs his options.

“uh-huh,” he breathes, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “guess that means we’ll have to chat up some of the drunk old birds with loose lips.”

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dean’s plan worked. after about an hour of mingling with the party guests, the two of you find yourselves on the edge of the crowd, watching a middle-aged married couple whom numerous women had whispered about. rumors swirled of the wife and her tennis coach, the husband and his secretary—long trips taken without the other, late nights at the office. all the signs of mutual betrayal.

the exact kind of relationship the rogue angel has been targeting.

“classic,” dean mutters, eyes narrowing as he observes the couple, now mingling on opposite ends of the room. his stance is tall and stiff, locked in hunter mode.

you tilt your head, less focused on the case and more on the glittering display of treats and trinkets catching your eye a few tables away. a quick glance confirms dean is too busy scowling at the couple to notice you quietly slip off.

the desserts are as extravagant as the rest of the party, each treat adorned with ribbons and delicate designs. A small card catches your attention: cordial cherries. intrigued, you pop one into your mouth. the sugary red juice takes you by surprise, spilling down your chin and all over your fingertips.

the flavor is sweet against your tongue, the chewy red center tart in contrast. you reach for another, taking it whole, and another for good measure, needing more of that sugary taste. you hadn’t heard dean approach, closing in on you with a confused scowl etched into his brows.

“love,” dean’s gruff voice startles you, his hand suddenly grasping your sticky chin to turn your face towards his, “you’re making a mess.”

embarrassed, you freeze, cheeks flushed as you glance up at him with cherry-stained lips. dean’s eyes darken slightly, flicking down to your mouth as he brushes his thumb along your sticky chin. without a second thought, he sucks the sugary residue off his thumb, his eyes never leaving yours.

a strange, warm sensation blooms in your chest—and lower—making your eyes widen in surprise. that was a new feeling, and something about dean’s expression told you now probably wasn’t the time to ask him about it.

dean looks over his shoulder toward the couple again, his expression unreadable. looking back to you, he sighs. “bathroom,” he nods to the corner, “now.” he orders, his voice a little rougher than usual.

You pout but follow him obediently, weaving through the crowd until you slip into the lavishly decorated restroom. Dean locks the door behind you, the click of the latch oddly loud in the quiet space. In the mirror, you catch a glimpse of your reflection—smudged lipstick, syrupy streaks trailing down your chin, and little splotches on the swell of your breasts.

without a word dean is behind you, in the reflection his face is blank, barely hiding his agitation. he spins you to face him, his pupils eating away at the green of his eyes. his hands find your hips and in one motion you’re seated on top of the porcelain space between the sinks.

“‘m sorry, dean.” you mumble, looking down at your hands in lap, fidgeting with the hem of your dress. he grunts a ‘mhm’ in response, making that warmth in your center morph into a ball of anxiety. the feeling you usually get after doing something terribly wrong, and dean gets that familiar scowl and grumpy tone.

like he is now, except he usually isn’t this quiet.

he comes back to you with a handful of wet paper towels. his eyes are focused on your lips as he wipes away the lipstick and sticky sugar.

“stop pouting like that.” he grumbles, folding the paper before dragging it down your chin. his hand stops, eyes flicking between your chest and eyes for a moment before he’s handing the paper over to you, “you can get the rest.”

as you dab at the mess on your chest, the silence stretches between you, weighted by unspoken thoughts. your mind drifts back to the couple in the ballroom, their entwined red strings sullied by betrayal.

“why do they do that?” you ask softly, breaking the quiet, “that couple, why do they do that to each other?”

dean shrugs, standing between your legs with his arms crossed. “just what people do, lovebird. it’s not something i can really explain. everyone makes choices for their own reasons, hell, they probably don’t even know why they do that to each other.”

you nod, mulling over his words. “i wouldn’t make those choices,” you say after a moment. “if I could be human, i wouldn’t waste it. What they have… it’s a gift.”

dean chuckles dryly, “and somehow i believe you, little angel. but being human isn’t all kittens and rainbows, mortality sucks. our emotions suck. and making the right choices, it—it’s hard.”

“but you get to feel,” you say, your voice softening. “you get to fall in love. those emotions are what make humans so… special. sometimes i wish i could feel that.” you pause, suddenly shy. “maybe that’s why I’m not a very good cupid. i get too distracted by all these questions.”

Dean’s gaze softens, his arms uncrossing, planting his strong hands on either side of you, leaning closer. “You’re not a bad cupid,” he says gruffly, fighting with himself to sound more gentle than usual. “you care, a whole lot. if it were up to me, i’d say that’s not a bad thing.”

before you can respond, the ring of dean’s phone echos in the room, shattering the tension. he pulls away to retrieve it out of his pocket, scowling at the screen. “sam says the angel’s outside. we need to move.”

his hand finds yours, instinctively, tugging you out of the room and through the crowd. dean is locked into hunter mode again, his entire body on high alert as he’s practically dragging you across the ballroom.

reaching the furthest wall, large windows give view to an expansive flower garden shimmering under the moonlight. a rather beautiful sight, where each bush is perfectly trimmed to line the weaving cobblestone paths. dean pauses at the door, looking back at you with a look that makes you wonder if he’s about to be sick.

before you can ask what’s wrong, he’s dropping your clasped hands, “just—stay in here. keep watch of the people while sam and i handle this.”

“what?” you begin, flustered. sam and dean had spent days prepping you for whatever might happen. you learned how to actually use your own angel blade, the one you only carried around because it was an order but had never intended on using. dean taught you how to shoot his guns, and despite your distaste for their sharp sounds and harsh rebound—you sucked it up because the boys were trusting you. “no! i’m in this, too, remember? i can help—”

“no.” his voice is stern, his mind already made. he was giving you that look again, that made you feel like a helpless baby. it was comforting when it got him to ease up on you for little mistakes, but right now it was annoying. irritating, because you finally felt like you’d get to prove your worth with this hunt.

“dean—” you start, but the door swings shut behind him before you can finish. with an exasperated groan, you rush to a near by window, heart pounding as you watch him dart down the shadowed path.

the moment he’s out of sight, a sick twist of nerves coils in your stomach. seconds stretch into centuries, a burning lump rising in your throat as your imagination runs wild. then, movement catches your eye in the darkness.

dean’s body flies through the air, crashing hard into the ground like a ragdoll.

your breath stutters. you’ve never witnessed a hunt before—not firsthand—but you’ve seen the aftermath. bruises, cuts, even broken bones you’d healed despite dean’s gruff protests against your divine touch helping him.

he struggles back to his feet, but he’s too slow. the angel—a tall, imposing figure in a crisp suit—stalks towards him with eerie precision, circling like a predator toying with its prey. from your vantage point, the angel’s back is turned to you. that’s all the opening you need.

without thinking, you dart for the door. the cool night air sends goosebumps rippling over your skin, the chill mixing with the nervous heat burning inside you. you catch sam out of the corner of your eye, lying on the ground further up the path and groggily coming back to consciousness as he sits up.

stopping short, you kick off one of your cherry-red heels, gripping it tightly in your hand. it may not be a bow, but you’re still an archer—and this will have to do. with a flick of your wrist, you send the stiletto flying through the air.

the heel collides sharply with the back of the angel’s head. he stumbles slightly before spinning around, fury etched into his face as his silver blade flashes in the moonlight.

fear floods your system, making your knees weak. you’re not sure if it’s bravery or recklessness keeping you standing as he charges towards you. but your distraction is enough.

dean is on his feet again, blade in hand. with one swift motion, he drives it deep into the angel’s neck. the being’s body flickers with light before crumpling to the ground, lifeless.

for a moment, everything is still. to stand frozen, gawking at the scene before you as dean slowly staggers back, panting heavily. when his eyes find yours, they’re sharp with anger. with a huff he’s crossing the grass towards you, that grumpy scowl having taken over his pretty features.

“dean, i—i’m sorry, but—”

he closes the distance in two long strides, hands cupping either side of your face. the firmness in his touch makes your breath catch in your throat. before you can say anything more, he gently tugs, pressing two rough kisses to your forehead.

you blink up at him, your thoughts a buzzing, tangled mess.

“save it, lovebird. i know.” he sighs, dropping his hands. his voice is gruff but softer than you expect, his relief shining through the cracks of his frustration. “just never do that again.”

sam slowly approaches, sporting a fresh bruise on his cheek. his expression wavers between amused and impressed. “nice shot, cupid. i told dean you’d come through.”

“shut it, sammy.” dean snaps back, his scowl deepening as he glances over his shoulder at the angel’s body. “let’s get rid of the angel’s body and get the hell out of here.”

you bite back a sheepish grin, slipping your remaining shoe off to follow behind the brothers.

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back at the bunker…

you had tried, several times, to get out of the stupid red dress. the thin straps came loose from your shoulders easily enough. but the damn zipper in the back was just out of your reach, no matter how you twisted or stretched, it remained out of grasp. the nice lady at the dress shop who helped you get into the damn thing, wasn’t around to get you out of it.

with an annoyed huff, you padded barefoot out of your room and down the hall, the hem of the dress swishing faintly with every step. you stopped in front of dean’s door, hesitating for a moment before knocking.

there was a pause, followed by a muffled shuffling sound. the door swung open, dean took up most of the door frame clad in an old band shirt and sweats, his hair mussed from sleep and his expression distinctly unimpressed.

“what?” he grumbles, voice rough and gravelly, clearly annoyed at having been woken up.

“i need help,” you whine, turning your back to him and gesturing over your shoulder. “i can’t get to the stupid zipper.”

he let out a long-suffering sigh, but his rough finger tips brush against your skin as he grips the top of your dress in one hand and tugged the zipper down with the other.

you’re not really used to wearing dresses, and you’re too tired to think about how, y’know, gravity works.

the silky red material drops to the floor, pooling over your feet. “oh.” you mumbled, looking down at the discarded dress.

“jesus,” dean muttered, his voice strained. when you looked back at him, his eyes were fixed firmly on the ceiling, lips pressed tightly together as if trying to keep a lid on something.

a wicked giggle bubbled up before you could stop it. “thanks, dean!” you chirp, abandoning the dress on the floor and darting down the hall in nothing but your pink underwear.

the sound of his exasperated cursing followed you, echoing against the hall as your laughter trailed behind.

#dean winchester #dean winchester x fem!reader #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x cupid!reader #dean winchester x angel!reader #supernatural fanfiction

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s0urw00lf · 19 days ago

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I gave a second chance to Cupid

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

An: in honor of it being the month of love i wrote this inspired by the song cupid by FIFTY FIFTY. Because i think it fits Sam’s lover boy so much.

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Your love life was laughable. Being a hunter and finding a worthy guy was bad enough, and the ordinary guys you met were somehow worse. But it didn’t stop you for longing for love. The kind that made it into hallmark movies or those cute teenage love story books. Your heart clenched every tome you saw a couple out in public.

Any guy you dated in the past seemed to fuel your need for someone to love you the right way. Some nights you even cried in your motel rooms in hopes Cupid would send the right person your way.

You didn’t even know if it was in the books for you to experience love and that idea was what stung the most. But it didn’t stop you from hoping. You hoped to everything up above that you wouldn’t die without having experiencing what it felt like to be in love, and loved back and given the business you were in it could happen at any moment.

It seemed your hopes were answered when you met the Winchester brothers. More specifically the younger one, Sam. He was tall, and incredibly attractive, but not in a hot way like his brother more like in a cute way. Almost like a puppy, and his smile was enough to make you swoon like a high school girl who’d been asked to prom for the first time.

Your feelings for Sam were very obvious to him and even more so to dean who could also see the love Sam had for you. Dean loved seeing his little brother happily in love again after jess passed. Sam looked at you like you hung the stars, and he knew it. He couldn’t help falling in love with how happy you were all the time especially in your line of work, your bright eyes and adorable smile made everything better somehow.

When you and Sam finally got together you loved it. The feeling you had been longing for your whole life. Sam is a great lover, his little dates and notes he sat out for you when he went on runs. Coming home with food he knew you loved so he could surprise you with breakfast in bed.

“Here ya go honey” he placed your food on your lap. You let a giddy smile slip onto your face, “did you really drive forty-five minutes away to get me a chocolate and strawberry flavored pancake?” You asked tilting your head.

“Yep, it’s hard to find places that indulge in your weird food combos” he said. You rolled your eyes playfully “chocolate and strawberry are one of the most used food combos ever” you defended. He gave you a teasing smile “yeah, sure”.

You loved moments like this with Sam, he always knew how to make you feel loved and that was everything you could ask for and more.

#s0urw00lf #sam winchester x female reader #sam x reader #sam winchester headcanon #sam winchester spn #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester supernatural #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader fluff #sam winchester fluff #dean winchester x reader

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ultravi0lence14 · 7 days ago

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CUPID’S HEART SHAPED BOX

CUPID!READER. . . AKA LOVIE

roses. angel food cake. pink & white. lace and bows. satin. archery. born on valentine’s day. love letters. red velvet. romcoms. pink blush. romance novels. glittery wings. victoria’s secret angel. slip dresses. loose curls. cherries.

LOVIE’S LOVE LETTERS

crimson and cupid

soft lace & daisy chains

TAGS: @starzify @whisperingdaze @titsout4jackles @daylighted @deansbeer @bluemerakis @haunteres @figthoughts @sunsbaby @deanangel @beausling @florchids @deanswidow @honeyryewhiskey @h8aaz @dulcescorderitas @misatxox @a-lil-pr1ncess @flow33didontsmoke @s0urw00lf

NAT BABBLES: YAY CUPID READER!!! shoutout to my sweethearts bree and dolly for helping me with the layout💗 my actual princess’ i love you both so much.

#nat writes ˚౨ৎ˚#dean winchester x cupid!reader #ultravi0lence14 #dean winchester #supernatural #imagine #supernatural x reader #fluff #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester imagine #dean x reader #dean winchester one shot #dean winchester fanfiction

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sacr1ficialang3l · 6 days ago

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I'D HOLD THE GUN IF YOU ASKED ME TO ˚୨୧⋆｡

A LOOK INTO CUPID'S WEAPONS.

NOTE: I am supposed to be writing my Thoroughfare inspired fic but instead little cupid has consumed my every thought. A little look into her weapons of choice while I write the pt. 2 of her and dean's story.

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burntsecrets · 10 months ago

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Masterlist of Fics

This is a master list of all the fanfictions I've written.

a = angst 😭 d = dark 😈

f = fluff 🥰 h = humor 😆

s = smut 🔥

SUPERNATURAL

DEAN X READER

The Getaway - One-shot | Dean wants more than friends. You agree. Things don’t go according to plan. 😭

Mother's Intuition - Drabble | Mary is happy to see that she was right after she heard one of her sons calling you by a sweet nickname on the phone because she was convinced that something was going on between you two. 🥰

SAM X READER

Cozy Vibes and Apple Pie 🥧 – One-Shot | Sam and you celebrate your anniversary by spending the day doing all the fall activities you can. 🥰

DEAN x READER x SAM

Dodging Cupid's Arrows – One-Shot | An encounter with Cupid forces you to face your feelings for the Winchester Brothers.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

DAMON X READER

Mistletoe - Drabble | You and Damon decorate for the holidays. 🥰

If Being Hot Was a Crime - Drabble | Damon being his usual sassy self. 😆

DAMON X ELENA

Heart of Stone Masterlist – Series | Damon has been alive since 1864–as a vampire. While strolling through Mystic Falls, he spots the love of his life and the reason why he’s a monster–Katherine Pierce. Only now she’s human and calling herself by the name Elena Gilbert. Damon doesn’t care. He’ll get his revenge on Katherine. Whether she remembers him or not. 😈

AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER

ZUKO X KATARA

I guess that love wasn't enough | AU based on “Just A Dream” version here. 😭

Delicate – One-Shot | First Kiss AU. Set in 2018. Listen to “Delicate” by Taylor Swift

ZUTARA WEEK 2024

Start of Something New – One-Shot | Day 1: Crest Zutara Week 2024

A Fire in the Dusk – One-Shot | Day 2: Dusk Zutara Week 2024

Echoes of Winged Rebellion– One-Shot | Day 3: Echoes Zutara Week 2024

Sacred Ground – One-Shot | Day 4: Reverence Zutara Week 2024

A Song for Her – One-Shot | Day 5: Melody Zutara Week 2024

Flames of the Solstice – One-Shot | Day 6: Festive Zutara Week 2024

Market Mischief – One-Shot | Day 7: Sweet Zutara Week 2024

STRANGER THINGS

EDDIE MUNSON X READER

What It's Like to Spend a Rainy Day with Eddie Munson - Drabble | An Imagine what it's to like to spend a rainy day with your paramour Eddie Munson. 🥰

The Slushie Incident - One-Shot | You and Eddie swear you were going to tell everyone you’re dating. The timing just hasn’t been right. They found out anyway, in the most embarrassing way. 😆🥰

Crush – One-Shot | You end up at Eddie’s, and you reveal your crush to him while he plays doctor.

Guilty As Sin – One-Shot | As the new girl in town, you’ve been warned to stay away from Eddie Munson, the school freak, but the fantasy of being with him consumes your thoughts until you can’t tell what’s real and what isn’t.

Steve Doesn't Know – One-Shot | A secret affair between the reader and Eddie Munson begins to unravel when Steve Harrington, unaware of their relationship, confesses his feelings. 😆

Special Brownies – One-Shot | You and Eddie make brownies in his trailer. His are ✨special✨, though.

Kickstart My Heart – One-Shot | Eddie loves taking you to rock concerts, sharing his passion for music, and showing you off as his cool partner.

SHIPS IN THE NIGHT MINI SERIES

I Never Told You – One-Shot | Pt. 1 Modern-day story. Eddie Munson sparks a friendship with someone he met through a penpal website. After Chrissy’s death and the upside down, he isn’t looking for anything more and makes that abundantly clear. 😭

Is It Over Now – One-Shot | Pt. 2 Modern-day story. Eddie and the Reader meet in person for the first time. After a whirlwind weekend, the Reader is left with more questions than answers. 😭

BILLY HARGROVE X READER

bad idea right? – One-shot | Modern AU (same things happened, just modern-day) | Your situationship with Billy might be over, but you can’t stop from tripping and falling into his bed.

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

Sharp Edges and Quick Quips – Drabble | You, Sam, and Bucky share tense, playful banter before a mission. 😆

BUCKY x READER

Pinned – OneShot | During an intense training session, you seize your chance to catch Bucky Barnes off guard.

GALADRIEL x HALBRAND x SAURON

favorite crime – One-Shot | Galadriel grapples with accepting Halbrand's true identity as Sauron and the fact that everything between them was a lie. Or was it?

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fangirlingfromdownunder · 2 years ago

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Seeking Comfort in Solitude

Summary - Part 29 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends)

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Meanwhile in an undisclosed location…

“Do what you want with me, but you leave her out of it!” Dean spits out while fighting against the ropes around his wrists.

“No, you see, it’s not in her anymore … but it will be. We just need to make sure you know the stakes here.”

“To hell with the stakes! You just stay away from her!” The demon brings his knife up to Dean’s cheek and applies pressure leaving a trail of blood. “Just kill me already!”

“No, we need you alive. We need you to take a message and a gift back to your precious girl. We just need her to know that if she doesn’t hand over the package once it arrives then she can kiss her lover boy goodbye.”

“If you’re gonna kill me anyway, just do it. She’ll never give you what you want.”

A new, deep voice echoes through the room, followed by heavy footsteps approaching, “She will, she’s getting very close to giving in. She’s so desperate to find you she’s willing to offer almost anything. A few more days of this torture and she’ll be ready to give us anything we want just to see you again.”

“Great, more of you asshats…”

A short man comes out of the shadows dressed in a pressed black suit. “I’m hardly grouped with these imbeciles. I’m the King of Hell and you should address me as such.”

“You’re a little short for the King of Hell, don’t ya think? But if you’re the man in charge at least tell me what you want from her?”

“Not much … it’s an insignificant little thing really. And it’s not even so much from her, but you’re incapable of repopulating on your own.”

Dean takes in his words for a second before it clicks, he smirks. “Sorry pal, didn’t the demons give you the memo? She lost the baby. And now we’ve agreed on celibacy.”

“The great Dean Winchester celibate? Well, we’ll just see how long that lasts.” The man paces around the room stroking his chin with one hand. “She’s close to breaking, keep him here another day. Don’t let him out of your sight!” He clicks his fingers and disappears.

Dean pulls at the ropes harder, leaving rope burns on his wrists. Then a bright light fills the room along with a chorus of screams. And then another set of footsteps approaches, Dean steels himself for the hit but it never comes. Instead, he feels the rope loosen from his wrists prompting him to bring them around to his front and rub the burns.

“Hello, Dean.”

“Took you long enough, Cas. How’s Y/N? Is she safe?”

“Yes, she’s safe. She’s with Sam.”

“Good. You have to take me as far away from her as you can.”

“But you love her? You’re soul mates.”

“Yeah, and no doubt set up by cupids the same way my mom and dad were. This bloodline ends with me. I won’t bring a cursed child into the world. And I sure as hell won’t let demons get their hands on it. But I lose all control around her, so you have to keep me away from her. Lock me up, kill me, whatever you have to do, just keep her safe.”

“Dean…”

“Cas, please, I’m begging you.”

“Fine.” Cas presses two fingers to Dean’s forehead to heal him, and he blacks out.

When Dean reopens his eyes he blinks a few times trying to assess his surroundings. His eyes land on his guns adorning the walls, then the picture on his bedside table of you and him kissing. He rubs his eyes, shaking his head as he pulls himself into a sitting position.

“Cas!” He calls out, his voice hoarse.

Seconds later Cas pushes his door open and comes in carrying a Biggerson’s paperbag and beer bottle. “Here. Eat. Drink,” he says matter-of-factly.

“This isn’t far from her, she’s gonna come back. This better just be a pit stop. You’re getting me the hell out of here!”

“You’re a match literally made in heaven, why would you want to leave her? I thought you loved her?”

“I do, Cas. I love her more than anything. And that’s exactly why I have to leave her. She’s not safe with me. The demons want her, not for her blood but for mine. She wants a family. A little child to raise as her own. But I can’t give her that. And she deserves it. She deserves the world.”

“As far as I can tell, you’re perfectly fertile, Dean. Even despite your many deaths.”

“That’s not what I mean. If I have a child the demons will stop at nothing to get it. So, this bloodline has to end.”

“You could get a sperm donor.”

“Cas. Not helping”

“It’s a perfectly viable option. Millions of humans do it everyday.”

“Not me. I won’t raise a child in this life. I was disillusioned before when she was pregnant. I wasn’t being practical. We cannot have a child. And she deserves to get out of this life, and I know she won’t as long as she’s with me. The monsters won’t let us. So, I leave and she gets to move on with someone else who can keep her safe and give her the family she deserves.”

“But, you’re her soulmate …”

“I don’t give a crap about soulmates, Cas! I care about Y/N and her safety, that is all. So, you either zap me somewhere far away right now or at least get me to my car so I can leave myself.”

“Your car’s in the garage … You know this will break her heart.”

“At least she’ll be alive and safe.”

“Very well.” Cas dumps the food and drink on the end of Dean’s bed and disappears.

Ignoring the food and drink, Dean gets up and takes a seat at his desk pulling out a notebook and pen. He starts writing, but only gets as far as ‘Dear Y/N, My love,’ before he tears up and pegs the notepad across the room. Getting up again he leaves his room in search of a stronger beverage than the beer Cas offered. He pours himself a fifth of whisky and then decides to just drink out of the bottle. After taking a few swigs he takes the bottle and makes his way back into his room. He picks up the notepad off the floor, but something distracts him. He notices an unfamiliar small, pink box under the bed.

He dumps the notepad on the bed and drags out the box and opens it. Inside he finds the positive pregnancy test, the piece of paper with the positive results and a tiny jumpsuit that he doesn’t recognise. He pulls out the jumpsuit and stares at it as more tears drip down his cheeks. After a few minutes he shoves it back in the box, closes it back up and pushes it back under the bed.

He stands up again and brings the notepad back over to his desk and sits in front of it. He takes another drink of whisky and brings the pen back to the paper but his mind refuses to cooperate. He finds himself reaching for one of his spare phones instead and staring at her number. His tears fall on the paper causing it to wrinkle and smudge, so he rips off the page, scrunches it up and tosses it in the direction of the rubbish bin in the corner of the room. He roughly wipes his tears away, takes another mouthful of whiskey and picks back up the pen and begins to write.

“Dear Y/N, My Love,

I never tell you enough but you mean the world to me. You make me feel happier and safer than I’ve ever felt in my life and I want nothing more than for you to feel that too. I know you’ll never be safe as long as I’m by your side. With me you’ll continue to hunt monsters and be hunted by monsters, you’ll never get to have the happy family and children you want. That’s not my life; it never will be. My bloodline is cursed and as such it must end with me. But that doesn’t mean you should give up on your dream. You deserve to have all of your good dreams come true, instead of your nightmares.

I don’t want you to worry about me or search for me. I’ve gone somewhere safe, I promise. Now please use this opportunity to do the same. Get out of this life, get a normal 9-5 job, meet a normal man that makes you happy, protects you, and provides for you, and live the life you really want and deserve. You’ll be the perfect wife and mother one day. You’ve been the perfect fiancé. I’ll be forever jealous of the next man you give your heart to, but more than that I’ll be happy knowing that you’re safe.

Dean”

Once he finishes signing his name he takes another mouthful of whisky and gets up to start packing up the only room he’s ever called his own. He starts with his drawers and wardrobe. As he pulls his clothes from their hangers and crushes them into a duffel bag he can’t help but hesitate when it comes to his flannels. He knows how much you like them so he decides to leave a few hanging there with your clothes. Then he moves on to his toothbrush and other hygiene essentials and weapons. He leaves his record player and records behind for you as he knows how much you like listening to them and how they calm you down after a rough day. The last thing he takes before disappearing onto the open road in his beloved Impala is the picture of the two of you from his nightstand. He tries to listen to music but all he can hear is your sweet voice singing along so he shuts it off and drives in silence. No destination in mind, he just knows he has to go somewhere where you won’t look for him and find him.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

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