#dean winchester x oc x sam winchester smut

[welldonebeca]

Stupid Squeeze (2)

WC: 1.9k words Warnings: Semi-public sex. Dirty thoughts.  Oral sex. Size difference. Size kink. Degrading kink. Praising kink. Unsafe sex. Breeding kink.

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Baby was parked in the darkest spot behind the bar, nearly completely hidden.

If they managed to keep their little flower quiet, it would be easy to hide.

Sam glanced at her face, finding her wide-eyed and flustered.

"You can back away anytime, sweetheart," he assured her.

They would never force her into anything.

But she looked at him, shaking her head.

"I just... I've never done it in a car before," she confessed. "I never had the chance."

Dean chuckled, smirking to himself, and Sam let her go, so his brother could kiss her lips.

"Don't worry," he spoke softly. "We are very experienced."

That they were.

Finally, Lily nodded, and Dean smirked before picking her up, leaving Sam to be the one to unlock the door.

His brother lied her onto the seat, spreading her legs and placing himself right there.

Helen was gorgeous. Beautiful.

Her face was cherubic, her round cheeks nearly as attractive as her breasts.

She was full, at every little bit. Her hips, her chest, her cheeks...

Sam could see himself sinking his teeth onto her soft belly on his way to eating out her pussy very happily.

The moment Sam saw her, he'd gotten a hard-on. The curve of her hips, the way her fat ass looked in that tiny skirt.

He could have fucked her right there.

He was surprised when she pushed her fingers into Dean's hair, taking his mind off of his own thoughts.

"No," she whined. "No more teasing."

His brother lifted his hair, and though Sam couldn't see it, he could feel his confusion, and walked near them.

Lily sat up, pouting, growling.

"I believe I was promised some good fucking," she affirmed, at last.

Sam laughed, but she crossed her arms, pouting and he looked at Dean.

Well... she was right, wasn't she?

Dean chuckled, shaking his head and standing up.

"Alright," he stood up. "How do we do that?"

"The backseat can only fit one of us with her," Sam reminded him. "We'll have to take turns."

His brother glanced at him.

"Alright, there," he nodded. "Let me just-"

What now?

"Hey!" Sam interrupted him. "Who agreed you'd go first?"

Dean rolled his eyes.

"House rules, Sammy. It's my car."

He scoffed. As if.

"It's our car," he corrected him. "You just happen to have a monopoly over the driving seat."

They had both been living in that car for their whole lives.

"Well, I'm the oldest," Dean decided. "And I go first."

"No," he shook his head. "That doesn't work like that."

As if he was going to let him take her first!

Dean scoffed, kicking his feet as if he was about to throw a tantrum.

"Dude, every time you go first you are too rough with them," he half whined. "You suck bruises all over them, you bite their tits, you squeeze their hips so hard you leave handprints!"

From the car, Lily whined, and Sam looked over to see her squirming, squeezing her legs together, very flushed.

Oh. Did she like that?

"It's not true," he mumbled, a bit embarrassed.

It wasn't like he marked them... too much.

Dean was just too soft!

He would let any girl top him if he was to have his way!

"Dean-"

"Let's just Rock-Paper-Scissors," his brother decided. "Okay?"

Sam wanted to laugh. Asking for Rock-Paper-Scissors just meant loosing for him!

"Sure," he walked to him.

Sam hit his palm twice, thowing rock right as his brother threw scissors.

There.

His brother grimaced.

"Dammit," he grunted.

But he didn't even fight him.

"Fine," Dean crossed his arms. "Just go."

Wait. Really?

No best of three?

But Dean just sat on the driver's seat, and Sam didn't take any time before grabbing Lily.

"Sam," she whined, taking him from her thoughts.

He looked down at her, holding her by her hips, and pressed her chest against his.

Oh, those tits... he could mark those cheeks.

"Yes, sweet flower?"

She pouted.

"Are you going to mark me too?" she asked timidly.

Sam licked his lips, tempted, before restraining himself.

"Let me check if you're ready for me first," he changed the subject, unbuckling his pants.

It would be a little too hard to take off his pants inside.

Sam took his belt off, shoving it into the car, and guided her to the back seat.

But Lily looked at him with hunger, licking her pink lips.

But he knew just how to fuck in that backseat without much restraint.

If she wanted him to be rough, Sam would love to give it to her.

He tugged on his clothes, quickly revealing and freeing his cock, and her hands were very quick to come to take it.

"Oh," Lily spoke softly.

Her fingers wrapped around him, stroking him slowly.

"It's so big..."

"Turn around, sweetheart," he tilted her chin up. "Raise your ass for me, will you?"

Lily whined, but complied, and Sam sat back a little as she put her knees on the seat.

Fuck, her ass was so gorgeous. Round and so juicy.

He flipped her skirt, pushing it up, and her panties were buried between her ass cheeks.

"Oh no," he faux lamented. "Your panties are ruined!"

They were. Her juices had made the light fabric all transparent now.

He pulled them off, and shoved them into Dean's hand, knowing his brother enjoyed them quite a bit.

"I'll keep these," he decided.

Sam smirked.

Of course he would.

His brother had no shame, taking them to his nose and sniffing them.

"Wet pussy," Dean hissed, looking at her. "Delicious."

Lily whined, and Sam couldn't hold himself, slapping her ass right away.

"You like it, pretty thing?" he hummed. "Bring a drippy slut for us?"

She arched her ass to him.

"Please, Sammy," she shook her ass side to side. "Fuck me?"

His cock throbbed.

How could he say no?

Sam spread her ass to get a better look at her cunt, and took his cock in his free hand, teasing her folds with it.

Fuck, she was so fucking wet, just so slippery.

He pushed the head into her entrance, pushing in, and her cunt squeezed him right away.

The way Lily moaned should have been illegal.

Sam had no patience, just pushing and pushing, engulfed by her wet walls, until he was fully settled inside her.

"Fuck," he groaned.

He leaned over her, covering her whole body with his, and earn a silly moan.

"Sam," her head fell forward.

"Like this, my flower?" he pressed his lips to her ear. "Is this what your pussy needs?"

But before she could even answer, he pulled back and slammed himself all the way into her.

"Fuck!" she cried. "Yes, Sam!"

He growled, burying his face into the crook of her neck.

"Fucking look at you," he pulled back, slamming into her again. "So pathetic, getting fucked by a stranger in his car outside..."

She moaned, silly, her cunt squeezing around his cock already.

"Yes, Sam," she whined.

"You didn't even care that I pushed my cock into you all bare," Sam reminded her. "Don't even care we're not using protection. You really want to be dripping with cum, don't you?"

Lily gasped under him.

"Oh f-"

But he interrupted her, taking his fingers to her clit and rubbing on it hard.

"Fuuuck," she whined.

Her cunt fluttered around him.

"Stupid girl," he rubbed her. "Just a drippy slut for me."

He was going to leave her all stuffed for Dean.

"Maybe we'll even leave a little gift inside you," he teased her, smirking. "Everyone will know you're a knocked-up slut."

She moaned, and he could feel the heat on her neck, as if she was flushing. Her cunt, though, got wetter and tighter.

Oh, she liked that, hm?

"Sam," she whined.

He kissed her neck.

"Why don't you say it, baby girl," he taunted her. "Say you want to be a knocked-up slut."

Lily shook her head, moaning under him.

He clicked his tongue.

No, that, wouldn't do.

Sam took his fingers from her clit and pushed them into her hair, pulling her head back, making her look at him, and buried his cock inside her, not moving.

"Sam!" she yelped.

"If you don't want to be my drippy knocked-up whore, then I'll have to stop fucking you," he reminded her, mockingly. "My cock is bare inside you, I can't risk it, little flower."

Lily whined, squirming, trying to move her hips under him, but Sam was just holding her.

"You're so mean, Sammy," Dean chuckled.

He looked over at his brother, finding him watching them as his arm moved slowly, her panties buried in his nose.

"The poor girl," he lamented.

Sam laughed, shaking his head, angling her to look at him.

"Look at him," he commanded. "My brother is so sweet, little flower. He'd let you walk all over him. He would let you ride him just so he could bury his face in those tits."

Dean moaned, undoubtedly thinking of it.

"But I'm not my brother," he bit her earlobe. "I want to break you. Make you into a stupid little thing that needs cock to live, that needs MY cock to breathe."

She moaned, her cunt squeezing him more.

"Now tell me, my dumb little flower," he made her look at him. "What are you?"

She whined.

"I'm your dumb slut," Lily moaned.

Sam smirked.

"And...?"

She pouted.

"I want to be your knocked-up slut, Sam," she begged. "Please."

Sam couldn't help himself.

Well, she had asked, hadn't she?

He fucked her hard as fast, the sound of his lips slapping her ass echoing loudly.

"Sam!" she moaned, a little too loudly.

She whimpered around them.

"P-ease," Lily moaned.

They laughed together, and Sam closed his eyes at her squeeze.

Fuck, he was getting close already.

He wished he could stay in her forever.

But he had to be a good brother.

Dean deserved a turn.

Sam took his fingers down again, rubbing her clit as he used her.

"You're going to cum for me while I fill you up," he commanded.

She moaned, silly.

"You're gonna cum on a stranger's cock while he knocks you up," Sam laughed. "Look at you."

Lily's cunt squeezed him, fluttering, squeezing.

Sam pressed his fingers harder to her clit, and he closed his eyes when she came right away, drooling all over Dean's fingers and Sam's cock.

"There you go," his brother praised. "Good slut."

Sam groaned, pulling back from her chest, rising from his spot as much as he could and grabbing her hips, fucking her hard and deep.

He was going to paint her insides, fill her up so much his seed would have nowhere to go but into her womb.

He moaned as he released himself, stopping himself from collapsing on top of her, but holding himself back.

The moment his balls emptied inside her, he pulled out slowly to look at the display in front of him.

Fuck, her cunt was all used, swollen and flushed.

"Wish I had a fucking camera," he grunted. "Would keep a memory of the day we put a baby into you."

She whimpered, face down on the backseat, and Dean pulled on his shoulder.

"Hey, you have your fun," his brother grunted. "She is mine now."

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[bklynsboys]

Operation: Hide Our Relationship (?)

pairing: dean winchester x reader

summary: “you know,” dean murmured, his voice barely audible over the engine. "you always look so cute trying to deny we're not together." you jumped, startled, your hand instinctively reaching for the door handle. “what?”

genre: fluff

word count: 0.5k

author's notes: wrote a silly little drabble about how i see dean hard launching his relationship! the man is the biggest blabbermouth & he'd definitely be the first to announce that he's dating the love of his life to the most important person in his life (aside from you, of course), his brother. so, sit tight! i hope you'll smile from the the tooth-rotting fluff <3

THE IMPALA HUMMED WITH THE AFTEREFFECTS OF THE HUNT, THE AIR THICK WITH THE METALLIC TANG OF BLOOD AND THE FAINT, ACRID SCENT OF BURNT BONES. Dean slumped in the driver's seat, his eyes closed, his breathing deep and rhythmic, a stark contrast to the chaos you had just escaped. You sat beside him, your hands trembling despite the adrenaline fade. A thin film of sweat clung to your skin, and your heart pounded like a trapped animal. In the backseat, Sam tried to ignore the charged atmosphere, his eyes darting between the rearview mirror and the darkening road.

He’d suspected for a while. The knowing glances, the easy touches, the way their eyes lit up when they spoke – it was like an open secret, obvious to everyone but them. He'd tried to voice his suspicions, but they’d always laughed it off, their denials as practiced as their hunting rituals.

“You know,” Dean murmured, his voice barely audible over the engine. "You always look so cute trying to deny we're not together."

You jumped, startled, your hand instinctively reaching for the door handle. “What?”

“You heard me, sweetheart.” A lazy grin spread across Dean’s face. His green eyes, usually sharp and focused, held a softer glow. "You look adorable when you're all red-faced and in denial that we're together in front of Sammy."

A blush warmed your cheeks, and you could feel the heat rising in your neck. “Shut up, Dean!” You tried to sound indifferent, but your voice cracked, betraying the giddiness within.

There's nothing more than you want aside from screaming at the top of your lungs that finally, you and Dean were together.

"And you," cheeks still pink from your boyfriend's teasing, you turned your head towards his younger brother in the backseat. "Sam Winchester, stop smirking. I know you're finding this really funny."

Sam merely raised his hands in surrender, shaking his head at your accusation. "I didn't say anything."

Dean chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “See? So cute trying to prove my point.”

Sam couldn’t resist a snort. “Really, Dean? Now’s the time?”

Dean feigned offense, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “A guy can appreciate his own relationship, can’t he?”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “You two are impossible.”

Sam grinned, his eyes dancing with mischief. “Just admit it, you’re totally into each other.”

They exchanged a look, a silent agreement to ignore him. But the truth was written in their eyes, in the way they moved in sync, the unspoken understanding that hummed between them like buzz.

“Can we please just go?” you mumbled, your voice muffled by your hands. "I wanna shower. I stink of graveyard dirt and sweat."

Dean nodded, his expression softening. He reached for your hand, his touch grounding. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

Sam sighed dramatically. “I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything.”

As the Impala ate up the road, the tension eased. With Dean's hand in yours, a promise of safety and companionship, you drifted off to sleep, the rhythmic hum of the vehicle and the gentle sway lulling you into a state of quiet.

[rubyvhs]

nightmare [dean winchester]

pairing; dean w x fem! reader summary; you go on a hunt with the brothers but when it goes to shit, dean can’t help being overprotective. tags; angst, stitching yourself, alcoholic dean, some you and sam in there cause he's the cutest baby, your dad died.

“fuck! sam, quick, get the girls.” dean runs into the impala forcing the engine to roar to life and flashes his lights at the highest setting for the vampires, burning their eyes as the other four get into it and he drives off.

it's quite for the first five minutes, except for the heavy breathing. the two girls that the trio rescued are sleeping peacefully, though you think it's anything but peaceful. their faces aren't relaxed, instead covered in blood and frowning, but their breaths have slowed, at least.

five minutes. that's all it takes before the tension is broken with a, “let me drive, dean.” the older winchester lets out an exaggerated airy laugh for all of two seconds before putting on a straight face and telling him no. “you're hurt, you can hardly keep your eyes open, let me drive, either of us.”

sam is right, dean is hurt way more than both of you combined, he fought off most of the vampires on his own while you took the girls and ran, but he was mostly hurt because he hadn't expected it.

your plan was to get the girls and dip then come back in the morning to wipe them out in their sleep, but you had woken one of them up with the loudest noise you've ever made when one of the girls stabbed you in the stomach with some glass she’d found on the floor. 

again, taken by surprise. obviously the girls thought you were one of the vampires. 

“shut up. it's only a ten minute drive to the nearest hospital.”

“we're going to a hospital?” you don't usually hunt with sam and dean, opting to stay in the motels and do some research, maybe figure out a better plan, but you've never seen them go to the hospital for their injuries, they'd always come home to you bleeding out on the floor.

“for you and the girls, yes.”

“what about you and sam?”

“it's fine.” that shut you up, his strict tone, and stare in the rear view mirror made you slide down in your seat.

ten minutes later you’ve reached 'northwest tawara horspital' and sam is helping the girls out of the impala. dean, while a wanted fugitive, does the same with you. 

but you refuse. “i won't go inside if you two aren't.”

“what?” he moves a little too quickly and holds his side as he winces. god, that can't be comfortable. 

“i won't go inside, we're just wasting time,” sam comes back and stands in the drivers side to talk to you, door open. “see? sam's back, let's get home quickly so we can fix you both up, and me.”

“no, you're going in.” sam was the one to insist this time but you just shake your head and stay planted into your seat. through the corner of your eye you can see both men discussing what to do then they get back in the car with a sigh.

on the drive home it’s mostly silent until you feel your eyes flutter closed. just a few seconds of sleep— but dean’s loud shout of your name wakes you up, “don't close your eyes, we need to fix you up first.” you nod and straighten up, “and what you did back there? fuckin’ reckless, don't pull that shit again. when we tell you to do something, you do it. or you don't come on hunts with us.”

“what the hell? i was the one who decided i didn't want to come with hunts on you guys, you can't take away my choice.”

“like hell i can't!” he isn't looking at you through the mirror, instead focusing on the road because you're on a busy one, but you can still feel his eyes burning into yours. it makes you shrink down in your seat. you hate how much his words affect you, and how visible it is too. 

sam has has never yelled at you really, but even if he had it wouldn't have done much damage, he's too soft for that. dean though... he scares you sometimes, not that he'd hurt you or kick you out, just that he'd be disappointed in you, maybe give you the silent treatment. you don't want that, but you also hate being barked orders at.

“you can't, dean.” sam says to his brother, slapping his shoulder once to ground him back, and it seems to have worked. because you’re not a bad hunter— if anything, you have their back most of the time, you aren’t clumsy or unreliable and what happened had been a mistake that any other hunter would have made. this isn’t about hunting. this is about dean being too controlling.

you thought it was over now that you're at the motel but when he parks baby, he looks back at you, “i can, and i fucking will. you can't act like a child and expect us to let you come on the hunts. you listen to whatever the fuck we tell you to do.” your lips part in surprise, thinking of how to respond, but he doesn't even give you the chance and gets out, slamming the door behind him. 

you don't look at sam as you close baby's door and start walking to the motel. sam catches up and tells you to wait and because you don't have it in you to be yelled at anymore, you turn back and face him.

he says your name, low and soft, “that wasn't an order,” 

shut up before i cry “hey,” he hugs you, your head on his chest and you just let it all out. god, you feel so stupid. you can't believe you were so unprepared and you caused them all this damage. if you had just been in defense mode you would've never screamed, you've been through worst and kept quite. and though you know it’s a little irrational, you can’t help but blame yourself for not being quiet.

“hey, he's just worried about you, he means well, you know that.” you let go slightly and he kisses your forehead, telling you to go into their room and that he'll be in yours to get cleaned up. 

+

walking into the room of the man who just basically called you a two year old is nerve-wrecking. you don't want to be screamed at and god knows you don't want to be treated like a child again. every time you think you’re getting through to dean, or that you’re becoming closer, something happens and he reminds you you’re still young, naive, and only with them because your dad had told them to.

your father is— was a hunter, he used to hunt with john sometimes, and when he heard about the apocalypse that's soon to be here and all the angels that seem to stride onto earth, he wanted to tie up loose ends, so he asked the winchesters to keep you with them until further notice.

then he never came back. but all of this is something you’ve dealt with ages ago. years even. but this? dean pushing you away all the time? acting like you’re some burden? that, you can’t get over.

“hey,” you hear his voice and turn around, not even having seen him walking towards the bathroom. “how you holding up?”

it’s a stupid attempt to make amends, but it works. the second he says anything, it works. it always does.

“fine.” you mumble and notice he’s finishing supplies to stitch himself up. ouch. you know the boys prefer to do it themselves than help the other out but you’ve always found they need a gentler hand. 

you walk towards him and hold his hand in place to stop his movements, taking the needle from him. he doesn't complain, just drowns the bottle of whiskey. with one hand, the other holding his shirt up. 

when it’s done you hold my hand out for the bottle and he scoffs, as if wasting his alcohol hurts him more than the wound that just got stitched up. he hands it over reluctantly.

you pull down his shirt and decide it’s better if you take a swig too. “does it hurt?” the questions rolls off easily, no matter how angry you are at him. 

“i'll survive.” he shrugs like it's nothing. like the gash over most of his stomach is nothing.

“not what i asked.” dean half-heartedly glares at you but your expectant expression makes him think there isn’t a way out. and there isn’t.

“it's fine, my arm’s just sore.” you sit next to him on the bed, pushing his sleeve up and he hisses, muttering something under his breath and snatching the bottle from your hand to drown it. 

“dean...” it’s surreal. it knocks all the air out of your lungs. you’ve never seen the mark, the one an angel of the lord imprinted on dean’s shoulder, though sam talked about it a couple of times. you clear your throat before he notices the staring and point to the wound, “i think you need to stitch that one too, hand me another needle.”

he does and you get to work. it’s mostly noiseless but it feels like there's something heavy in the air, a confession. though it’s impossible to tell who’s supposed to make it.

“i'm sorry.” you try to hide the surprise on your face by looking down but he doesn't let you, hooking his fingers under your chin and he makes you look up at him. “i was so worried about you.” he lets go, taking a breath in, “the way i felt when you screamed? damn it, i've never felt so scared before and i've been to hell,” he lets out a dry laugh and you smile a little. god he's so perfect.

“i don't wanna hurt you, sweetheart, never, so when i ask you to listen to me it isn't because i'm treating you like a child, i just wanna keep you safe.” there are more words on the tip of his tongue but he shuts up and it doesn’t nothing to help the growing smile on your face. it's more than you thought you’d ever get out of him.

you pour a more of the alcohol on his stitches and pull the sleeve down. “okay, you officially need a shower now, you're all booze and cologne. i need to clean this place up.”

“it's fine, sammy and i will do it.”

“not happening. go get cleaned up, i'll finish here.” you knew that what you’re doing is painfully obvious, but you hope he lets it go, just this once. 

of course he doesn't, instead pulling your shirt up to reveal the various cuts that don’t need stitches, just some treatment, and the stab wound you fixed in the car when they were both too busy sulking in the tension. you’ve gotten a lot better at handling pain since you’ve started with the winchesters.

“when did you do that?”

“doesn't matter, it's done. get in the shower dean, let me clean up and go to sleep.”

“damn it, just answer me when i ask something. when did you do this?”

“car.” you’re scared, tired and you don't want to fight. but he just apologized, for god’s sake, can’t he give it a rest.

you wait for his harsh blow. words that will knock you off my feet, anything really, but he just sighs, letting the shirt go and stands up. you do the same and he embraces you in a hug that you’re quick to reciprocate. so quick you’d already had your arms around his neck before he got his around your waist.

the whiskey burns your nose but it's nothing compared to how your body burns with you so close. “dean?”

“you're so strong, you know?” he takes a beat, a breath, “but that doesn't mean shit to me, i still wanna keep you safe all the time because god knows i don't deserve you but i'm too selfish to let you go.”

you pull away just to see his face. you need to know he means what he's saying. that you’re talking about the both of you in the way you’re thinking. the desperation to convey how he feels to you, it gives you all the confidence in the world to stand a little taller and finally kiss him.

you kiss dean winchester because for the first time in ages, someone cares, someone wants you safe. someone learned from their mistake and did better, someone is fucking perfect and it's dean. 

one of his hands is rough on your waist, the other on you cheek. his tongue, his cologne, it all makes you melt into him. 

then ten seconds later, way too deep into the kiss he pulls away slowly, shakes his head and groans, “why'd you do that.”

you step away him in panic. you were ready for rejection, sure. a small ‘i don't see you like that’, not this.

“i'm sorry, i didn't mean to—”

“no, no, hey,” he steps closer “i just... i don't wanna do this if it's gonna hurt you. i don't know how good i will be if we go down that road and you deserve something good.”

“you are dean,” he licks his bottom lip and it catches you attention, forcing you to bite on yours, “you're good. you're perfect.”

one thing i will not allow in my household is the winchester brothers being insecure that they're not enough (pov it’s all they do). anyways sooo this is for the jensen-a-thon for @artyandink so excited to have my first entry and there’s another one i’ve been working on for a week (hopefully i’m almost done with it). hope you enjoyed this!

[zepskies]

Hey Zepskies!

So I just wanted to ask if you could tell your most fav fav fics for Supernatural.

I’m pretty sure I’ve read all your fics and they are just 🥹🥹SO GOOD!!❤️❤️

But I need more.. so if you could pls pls help me out here🥰

Thanks!!

Oh my goodness, what a great question!!

(And thank you, my lovely. I'm so glad you enjoy my writing. 🥰🥰)

I've actually been doing a lot of reading lately, despite also writing up a storm, working on Smoke Eater.

Here are some of my favorites! They will span Tumblr, Ao3, and FF.net, as I did a lot of my early reading/writing on other platforms.

Now, in no particular order...

Keep in mind, I probably like several fics from each of these authors, but I'm featuring one or two that I very much enjoyed.

**[Minors beware, I'm recommending a lot of 18+ only content here!]

Dean Winchester x Reader or OC:

Stories are Dean x Reader unless noted OC.

Hold On I'm Coming - @ravengirl94

Clear the Area - Alisha Ashton (Excellent 4-part series!)

Unspoken - @thatonewriter15

The Girlfriend Who Remade Christmas - @deanwinchesterswitch

Twenty Minutes or Less - @iprobablyshipit91

Magical Blooms

The First Time Series - @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

The Dangers of Hope

It's All For You

Things Learned and Unlearned

Remind Me - @justagirlinafandomworld

Delicate

The Fallout

Feral - @jawritter

Here For You - @marvelfanfn2187a113

Collared - @spnexploration

Old Man - @kaleldobrev

Creature of the Night - @waynes-multiverse

Friends with Benefits - @deanwritings

Safe - @waywardxwords

Carry On - @acreativelydifferentlove

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Helping Hand - @deanwanddamons

Love Language - @mind-empty-just-fictional-people | @jacklesbrainworms

It Ain't About Pity - @ejlovespie

More to Love - kittenofdoomage

Never Spoken, Always Said

The Widow - @pink-sparkly-witch

Say I'm Beautiful - Lindsey D. Perez

While They Dance On A Pin (Jane Series 5) - shirleypositive72 (Dean x OC)

She's My Cherry Pie - BeccabooO1O

Feral - @luci-in-trenchcoats

Witches - @waywardxwords

Wild Flower - @deanbrainrotwritings

Take a Shot - @rizlowwritessortof

Late Night Show

Lost in You

That’s How It Should Be (Sheriff!Dean)

Girls, Girls, Girls - @spnbabe67 (Dean x OC)

NSFT Alphabet [Dean Winchester] - @chevroletdean

Masturbation [Dean Winchester]

Roots in My Dreamland - @pamwritessometimes

Dean Winchester x Lisa Braeden:

Damages - adventuresinposting

One Step at a Time - FaithDaria

A Dad By Any Other Name - bloodmagik

Sam Winchester x Reader or OC:

Stories are Sam x Reader unless noted OC.

While You Were Sleeping - Avrilando (Sam x OC)

With The Eyes of a Loving Man - Avrilando (Sequel to While You Were Sleeping)

It's Your Birthday - Lindsey D. Perez

If You Give a Moose a Muffin - Lindsey D. Perez

All of Me - ALoversDream

Could Have Told You That One, Winchester - BeccabooO1O

Samnesia - @princessmisery666

Delicate - @ohsc

I'm sure there are many, many more, but here's a starter list for you of my favorite people! 💕

I have several more stories favorited on my FF.net account. (Beware if you try to read any of the stories I wrote there though. Some of those are old as hell and not to my current standard. 🤣)

[deanvhs]

part one :

“Dean?” He doesn’t look up from his clasped hands. He’s hunched over on the edge of the bed and it takes everything in you not to immediately take his hands in yours, but sometimes Dean needs his space, so you just sit next to him. “Sam didn’t mean—”

“Why are you here?” He growls, rubbing his hands down his stubble like he does when he’s irritated or sad. “I’m fine, just get back to Sam. You need to figure out how you’re gonna get out of the deal.” 

Sam’s reaction to Dean selling his souls wasn’t all he thought it would be. His little brother screamed at him, then they had a fighting fest, then— Sam cried. Dean ran over to his room after that but the truth is, you wouldn’t leave him like this if he forced you. He can’t deal with Sam loving him and showing it, he gets too overwhelmed too quickly. 

“I know you’re fine, but that doesn’t mean I’m not here for you. Sam’s your brother too, he’s scared.”

“I know that.” His voice is raising slowly.

“Yeah? Then why aren’t you out there with him. He needs you, you need him, get out there. Stop ignoring Sam whenever he tells you he wants to protect you!” And stop ignoring you when you try to do the same.

He mutters your name but it’s angry, “let it go. Get down to Sam.” You’re sure Bobby and Sam can hear the whole conversation, thin walls, but that doesn’t deter Dean because he slams his fist against the nightstand. Most of the time Dean’s aggressive nature and frustration never makes you nervous but you freakin’ flinch like a twelve-year-old and walk out. 

You can try all you want to help him talk to Sam— to try and give Sam hope that Dean will make an effort to stay alive, but if Dean won’t try with you then you’re just not sure I should be either. Both hunters can tell what’s wrong. “He’s a tough kid, you knew that.” Nodding along, Bobby smiles and leaves. 

“Don’t stop tryin’, please. He won’t listen to anyone else.” 

You scoff. “He’ll listen to you. Whatever you ask of him.”

Sam seems hesitant, which is stupid, Dean sold his souls for him, of course he’ll do whatever he wants. “Not in the same way, he does it with me out of obligation, he does it with you out of love.”

You shake your head. “Sam, that’s not true. Dean doesn’t love me and he sure as hell isn’t forced to look out for you— no matter the extent of your shitty childhood John would’ve never asked Dean to sell his souls for you, that’s all him.” 

He shakes his head like you’re just saying all this to calm him down— which sure, think what you want, but he’s wrong. So wrong. Dean would go to hell (obviously) and back just to make sure Sam is happy and content, and a part of it is because of those words play in a loop in his head every so often (protect Sammy) but the bigger part is because the co-dependency goes beyond needing to be next to each other, and no one put that in Dean. It was all him.

“He does, you know?” You furrow your eyebrows at his words. “Love you. You aren’t just convenient or whatever you convinced yourself of. He loves you.”

“Whatever you say.” You and Dean sleeping with each other once a month doesn’t mean love, it means he thinks you’re easy. It means you’re expandable and nothing more to the Winchesters than a little sister and a good fuck.

[spnbabe67]

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Welcome to my Kinktober 2024 Masterlist.

Day One: Road Head (Dean Winchester)

Day Two: Rough Sex (Jake Seresin)

Day Three: Make Up Sex (Dean Winchester)(JVB)

Day Four: Friends to Lovers (Tyler Owens)

Day Five: Marking (Jake Seresin)

Day Six: Knife Play (Demon Dean)

Day Seven: Pool Sex (Tyler Owens)

Day Eight: Strip Tease (Billy Butcher)

Day Nine: (Semi) Public Sex (Jake Seresin)

Day Ten: Nude Photography (Dean Winchester)

Day Eleven: Caught Masturbating (Jake Seresin)

Day Twelve: Quickie (Dean Winchester)

Day Thirteen: Morning Sex (Tyler Owens)

Day Fourteen: Shower Sex (Billy Butcher)

Day Fifteen: Phone Sex (Dean Winchester)

Day Sixteen: Cunnilingus (Jake Seresin)

Day Seventeen: High/Drunk Sex (Tyler Owens)

Day Eighteen: Fluffy Sex (Dean Winchester)

Day Nineteen: Car Sex (Tyler Owens)

Day Twenty: Uniform Kink (Solider Boy)(AFGB)

Day Twenty-One: Body Worship (Dean Winchester); Multiple Orgasms (AFGB)

Day Twenty-Two: Possessive Sex (Jake Seresin)

Day Twenty-Three: Tattoo Kink (Dean Winchester)(AFGB)

Day Twenty-Four: Cowboy Hat Rule (Tyler Owens)

Day Twenty-Five: Power Exchange (Dean Winchester)(AFGB)

Day Twenty-Six: Dacryphilia (Soldier Boy)

Day Twenty-Seven: Face Sitting (Billy Butcher)

Day Twenty-Eight: Mile High Club (Soldier Boy)

Day Twenty-Nine: Cockwarming (Dean Winchester)

Day Thirty: Against The Wall (Billy Butcher)

(This ended up being 231 pages long, 12pt. font, double-spaced)

Day Thirty-One: Mask Kink (Dean Winchester)

[laurie-stark]

Only A Moment

(not my gif)

Summary: Another hunt goes wrong, but this time it leads to some...unconventional release of anger.

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI

Pairings: Sam Winchester x OC

A/N: you guys on tumblr deserved this too

Once again, the drive back to the motel was silent. A knife could slice right through the tension in the air, and Kath was tempted to try. Bobby had sent them on another demon goose chase, this time in Minnesota. They made it out without a scratch, but only barely. The demon was stronger than average and possessed the body of a little girl. And demon or not, no one wants to hurt a little girl. To Sam and Kath, the answer was obvious. Sam could trick shot the demon back to hell in less than five minutes and they would all be on their merry way. Dean said no. After an hour of back and forth between the boys, Sam decided he was old enough to stop listening to his big brother. The little girl was returned home to her parents before the night was over. And the night was far from over. 

Kath bit her lip in the backseat of Baby the car. She glanced nervously between the two brothers. Dean was stiff as he drove, going well above the speed limit. Sam had his head leaning against the window. It was not often that Kath disagreed with Dean. For most of their lives together she’d follow him blindly. It was second nature. But Sam’s addiction was something they could not find a middle ground on. Dean didn't understand. He was human after all. He didn’t have a disease coursing through his veins. He wasn’t created as the product of all things good and evil. He did not understand. 

The moment Dean pulled into the parking lot, he unleashed weather greater than God on his baby brother. Kath sighed and ran a hand over her face. This was not helping. At this point in their journey, Sam was not in the mood to be chastised. He had saved them, saved everyone. Dean should be grateful. Sam got out of the car while Dean was mid-sentence, slamming the door on his way into the motel room. 

Dean had about a million rules when it came to Baby, and slamming her car doors was a felony. Kath inhaled sharply, not because the sound of the door scared her, but because she could literally see Dean’s face turning a bright shade of red. If she squinted she could see steam coming out of his ears. 

“That little shit!” Dean said, gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles. He moved to get out of the car but Kath stopped him.

“Dean stop,” she said, putting a hand on his arm. “You know as well as I do that we were trapped. If Sam hadn’t done what he did then we’d all be as good as dead.” 

Dean was not listening. “That’s not saying much since Sammy’s already halfway gone to hell.” The sentence stung Kath and it wasn’t even aimed at her. To anyone else, the idea of going to hell was a passing thought. Coming from Dean though, Kath couldn’t believe he’d say something like that. Not after the thirty years Dean endured. For Sam, she might add. Kath opened her mouth to respond but nothing came out. And Dean was already halfway into the motel room. 

Kath entered the musty motel room to the brothers having a catfight. They were shouting so loudly that Kath couldn’t make out what was being said. She almost got trampled by Dean as she walked through the doorway. He pushed past her, got into his car, and drove off into the night. It all happened so fast that Kath got dizzy. She got a grip on her footing and gently closed the motel door, locking it with a click. Sam was pacing across the floor with his hands in his hair. 

“Don’t let him get to you Sammy, he doesn’t get it,” Kath said. She took a few steps towards him so he would stop pacing. It always made her nervous. Sam stopped in his tracks. His hands dropped to his side and he stared at her blankly. 

“Can you shut up?”

Kath’s jaw dropped. In all their years of bickering and pissing one another off, he had never once told her to shut up. In fact, Sam told her on numerous occasions how much he valued her opinions. She was shocked. 

“Well fuck me for trying to be helpful!” Kath threw her hands up in defeat. “You are such an asshole, you know that?” 

“You’d like that wouldn’t you,” Sam muttered under his breath, ignoring Kath’s asshole comment. 

“What?” Kath asked, not hearing what Sam said.

“I said you’re full of shit,” Sam responded. “You think you know me? You think you understand what I am? You have no idea what it’s like to be…to be this.” Sam gestured to himself. “I’m poisonous Kath.” 

“Do I need to remind you that you’re not the only one who learned life-changing information? There is no part of me that’s human! I have been a walking vessel from the moment I was born Sam. So fuck you for saying I don’t understand.” 

The vein in Sam’s forehead was beginning to grow, which meant Kath was really getting under his skin. Normally she wouldn’t dig herself any deeper, but he was rude to her when she just wanted him to know she cared. He had it coming. 

“At least I can say I’ve got some good in me. You’re closer to evil than I’ll ever be.” 

Sam closed his hands into fists. He brought one up to his mouth to bite his tongue. Although his stature would never show it, Kath’s statement hurt Sam down to his core. It was in his nature to be evil and he fought against it in his every waking moment. 

Kath stared at Sam through furrowed brows. She waited for him to respond, to retort with a snarky comment about how she was acting like a brat or a princess or one of the other thousand remarks he’d made before. His silence scared her. His posture was furious, but his eyes were hurt. She knew she had taken it too far. 

“Look,” Kath started. “I’m sorry. We’re both exhausted. Let’s just forget about it.” She didn’t wait for a response. Kath stepped past him to go take a much-needed shower. With one wrong footstep, she accidentally pushed her shoulder against his. The impact made Sam stumble sideways. She hadn’t meant to push him, but he didn’t know that. He was fed up with her and the way she made him feel. Like he was worth something and worthless all at once. 

Without thinking Sam grabbed hold of Kath’s right arm tightly. He pulled her towards him, her back flush against his chest. He felt her inhale sharply. He leaned his head down to the space between her chin and her shoulder. Kath could feel his warm breath tickling her neck. 

“What are you doing?” Kath asked, trying to wriggle out of his grip. Truthfully, Sam didn’t know what he was doing. All he knew was that he was angry and she was there. And from the way her hips pressed back against him, he could tell she wanted something as much as he did. Sam loosened his grip as Kath twisted her neck to look up at him. Kath’s eyes were wide with confusion, Sam’s looked at her with desire. Their lips were dangerously close to one another. Something in the air snapped and it was unclear who made the first move. But the next thing Kath knew, she was kissing Sam with force she didn’t know she was capable of. 

Sam’s hands were all over Kath’s body, turning her so that she was facing him completely. He brought a hand up to cup her chin, tilting it upward so he could get more access to her mouth. All of Kath’s better judgment had flown out the window. She let Sam devour her, tongues clashing and hands flying. The kiss took all the air out of her lungs. Sam leaned back to let them both take a breath before leaning down to kiss her once again. Clarity washed over Kath as she inhaled and suddenly she was very aware of what was going on. She pushed both hands against his chest, putting some much-needed space between their bodies. 

Sam and Kath stood on opposite ends of the motel room. The light above them flickered in time with their laboured breaths. What the hell was that? Kath was unsure, but deep down she liked it. Something inside her burned and ached for more. She stood a little taller, shoulders back a little straighter. Her mind was clear this time and she took one long stride towards Sam. In one fluid moment, she pulled his head down to hers and their lips met again. This time, it was Kath who enveloped Sam in an embrace. The sudden movements made Sam stumble backward until his back hit the wall behind him. He braced his weight against it, letting it hold him up so he could focus his strength on kissing Kath. Neither one of them knew where all this passion was coming from, but they weren’t exactly eager to stop it. Sam groaned into Kath’s mouth as her fingers tangled in his soft hair, tugging ever so slightly. Kath smirked inwardly at that, making a mental note to do that again later. 

Sam’s hands were erratic, travelling from the nape of Kath’s neck down to her waist. He wanted to explore every inch of her. The tips of his fingers made their way underneath her tank top. She gasped at the contact and pressed her body closer to his. She could feel his heart racing underneath his shirt. She wanted, no she needed to feel him. She had never done anything like this before. Sure there was the odd townsboy she’d meet on a hunt, but she had never done anything more than kiss them. She had no idea what she was doing, but at the same time, it felt natural. Kath broke the kiss hastily and started to tug on the hem of Sam’s shirt, signalling that she wanted it gone. Sam slowly placed his hands on top of hers, stopping her. She looked at him confused. Wasn’t this the natural next step? 

“Do you want this?” Sam’s voice was low against her neck. Kath nodded. “I need to hear you say it, Kath.” In all that she knew about sex, she wasn’t aware there was supposed to be talking. Could Sam not feel how badly she wanted this? 

“Please,” Kath said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sam pulled back in surprise. “Please?” He echoed, almost mocking her. A dark smirk fell across his face and he tilted his head sideways. “I can work with that.” 

Sam’s hands grip Kath’s hips tightly and he walks her backwards towards the motel bed. She almost trips over it, landing flat on her ass with Sam towering over her. She is reminded of the last time they were alone in a motel room together like this. She’d wanted him then too. Now she could have him. 

Sam gestured for Kath to move up the bed and she complied. He was impressively large above her. He began to crawl towards her, leaving a trail of kisses up her body as he went. When he reached her mouth he paused and took her in. Kath looked different below him. Fragile, but not breakable. He took her mouth once again, this time bringing his knee between her legs as he did. Kath moaned into the kiss as Sam’s body contacted the place where she was most sensitive. Her body had a mind of its own. She ground her hips against Sam’s thigh. Sam felt his chest seize as she did. He kissed her deeply, then began making his way back down her neck, sucking on the sensitive points. He knew he would leave marks in the morning but right now he did not care. 

Kath was making the most beautiful breathy noises Sam had ever heard. He’d give anything to get her to continue making them. Shirts went flying and Sam’s mouth travelled back down the way he came and eventually, he slid off the bed onto his knees. Kath propped herself onto her elbows to get a better angle of him. Her breath caught in her throat when Sam took hold of her hips and dragged her toward the end of the bed. She let out a small yelp. Sam chuckled. 

“What are you doing?” Kath asked for the second time that night. It occurred to her then that they had no idea when Dean might come back. Sam’s hands ran the length of her legs and the thought left her mind. All of her thoughts, actually. Sam slowly began to unbutton Kath’s jeans. Her heartbeat doubled. As if he could sense it, and maybe he could, Sam stopped. 

“Is this okay?” He looked up at her with his puppy dog eyes. She smiled down at him. 

“Yeah,” she breathed. Sam continued to unbutton her pants, taking an excruciatingly long time. Kath fought the urge to whine at him to hurry up. Once Sam had undone the final button, he tugged at the hem of her jeans. 

“Lift.” It wasn’t a question. Kath lifted her hips and to her surprise Sam pulled her pants and underwear off all at once, leaving her completely exposed to him. The sight of Kath’s naked body made Sam’s mouth water. He stayed motionless by the edge of the bed for some time, just taking her in. She was beautiful. Kath felt herself grow a little embarrassed just laying like a pig on a platter. She sat up and scooted towards Sam, pulling him closer to her. He nestled between her legs while her arms linked around his neck. She took the opportunity to study his face. Loose brown curls fell around his face, and she was playing with the ones at the nape of his neck. Kath took to examining his face with her hands, tracing his eyebrows down to his nose and over the one freckle on Sam’s cheek. 

“What are you doing,” Sam asked in a mocking tone. He gave her a smile that let her know he was kidding around. 

“Just looking,” Kath shrugged. 

Sam ran his hands up Kath’s sides and over her shoulders. “You nervous?” 

“A little,” Kath said, breaking eye contact. “It’s just been a while.”

“Have you never…?” 

“Not never, just not…everything.” 

Sam’s demeanor changed completely. His hands dropped from Kath’s shoulders and he pulled away from her. 

“Oh my God, we can’t, I can’t be your first time.” Sam stuttered over his words. 

“Sam, I don’t care about that,” Kath said. 

Sam started pacing again. “I mean, how have you never? Not once?” 

“When would I have had the time to check this off my bucket list?” Kath asked. “I’ve been hunting  for half of my life, sex isn’t really on the table.” 

Sam stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Kath, who was still naked on the bed. 

“Then how the hell did you learn to kiss like that?” He asked with both hands on his hips. The question caught Kath completely off guard. She started to giggle, which then turned into full belly laughs. Sam let his guard down and laughed with her. When they had both settled down, Kath rose to her feet.

“We don’t have time to care about romances Sammy. The most I’ve ever hoped about my first time is that it’s with someone I trust.” 

“You mean that?” Sam asked after heaving a sigh. 

“Do you think I’d be standing buck-ass naked in front of you if I didn’t?” 

That was an answer enough for Sam. Without another word, he bent down to pick Kath up by her thighs. She yelped as her feet left the ground and she was tossed haphazardly back onto the bed. Another laugh escaped her when she bounced. 

Sam was quick to bring the moment back. He kissed her fiercely, framing her head with one hand and running the other along her bare thigh. With each stroke, he made sure to inch closer and closer to where he wanted to touch Kath the most. He could feel her growing impatient below him and relished in the power. Kath stopped kissing him and finally let out the whine she had been holding in.

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked innocently. Kath only frowned in response. Sam gave her thigh a tight squeeze which caused Kath’s breath to hitch. “Tell me what you want from me.”

“Touch me, Sam.” 

Sam needed no further instructions. He gingerly moved the hand on Kath’s thigh to the depths between her legs. He didn’t have to look to know how wet she’d become for him, but God did he want to. Sam quickly positioned the two of them so he was sitting against the headboard and Kath’s back was against his chest. She was almost sweating from the anticipation. She let out the sweetest sounds when Sam’s fingers finally found her. He started off with a gentle circular motion over Kath’s clit. The sensation was sending waves of pleasure throughout her entire body. Kath sighed and let her head fall back against Sam’s shoulder. Sam brushed the hair out of her face with his free hand. He continued to work Kath into a tizzy and eventually slipped a finger inside. Kath had experienced this before with other men, but those moments did not come close to this. She felt like she was a fire and Sam was the fan that kept her burning. 

Sam coaxed another finger into Kath’s entrance. She moaned excessively as he curled his fingers inside her, brushing them against that sweet spot. 

“You feel that angel?” Sam said into Kath’s ear. 

“Mhm!” That was all Kath could get out. 

“No one’s ever made you feel this good have they?” Sam grinned as Kath shook her head furiously. “And to think that I’m the one who gets to take you, you must be really desperate.” 

Kath’s moans were getting higher and more frequent. Sam felt her core pulsing against his fingers. The tightness in his pants grew. Even in her state of bliss, Kath still had the ability to push her body against Sam’s for the sole purpose of getting him harder. The groan Sam let out was reward enough. In retaliation, Sam continued pumping his fingers in and out and watched Kath get closer to her edge. Just as she was about to fall over it, Sam removed his fingers from her. The loss of sensation left her feeling empty - and entirely unsatisfied. 

“What the hell?” Kath whipped her head back to look at Sam.

“You really thought I wasn’t going to take my time with you?” Sam gloated. He brought the fingers that were just inside Kath up to her mouth, tapping on her lips gently. 

“Open,” Sam commanded. Kath did as she was told and Sam filled her mouth. She took his fingers perfectly. “Atta girl, you see how good you taste? I want a piece of that.” 

Kath’s eyes widened at the thought of Sam being…down there. That was further than she’d ever gone before. 

Sam manhandled Kath into his lap and she straddled him easily. She bent down to kiss him and Sam could taste her on his lips. The desire to have her almost made him dizzy. He pulled away and cupped her face with both hands, looking at her with pleading eyes. 

“Kath please,” he begged. “Please let me taste you.” 

Kath blushed. “Well if you want to that badly,” she said. 

“You have no idea.”

Before she knew it, they were right back where they had started, with Kath lying on the edge of the bed and Sam kneeling before her. The temptation to eat her out for hours was strong, but the urge to make Kath squirm was stronger. Sam began to place small kisses along Kath’s inner thighs while his fingers lazily danced through her folds. She was a whimpering mess. Kath’s hand found Sam’s hair and she started pulling desperately on it so that he would do something. 

“You have no patience, you know that?” 

“Sam, please!” 

“Please what?”

“Touch me!”

“I thought I already am,” Sam smirked. 

“I could touch you here.” He pressed the pad of his thumb against her clit. 

“Or maybe I could touch you here.” His finger traced the outline of her entrance. Kath was moaning loud enough to wake the entire motel. 

“Or maybe…I could do this.” 

Kath’s vision went white. Sam pushed two fingers back into her while pressing his mouth to her clit simultaneously. She cried out and her hands flew down to his hair. She was tugging on it as though she needed to for dear life. Sam groaned against her and the vibrations sent a shiver up her spine. Sam matched the pace of his fingers to that of his tongue and brought Kath closer and closer to her edge in waves. 

“Oh my God!” Kath exclaimed. “I think-” 

Her words were cut off by her moans. The final wave finally crashed over Kath and coursed throughout her entire body. Pleasure from her core extended all the way to her fingertips. She was writhing like crazy and Sam had to use his free arm to pin her down. Only once Kath started to come down did Sam take his mouth away from her. 

Kath was panting heavily. Sam used his discarded shirt to wipe Kath off his mouth, although he knew he’d be savouring the taste forever. He gave her a moment to come back to reality and discarded his pants onto the floor. He joined her back on the bed in just his boxers. Sam lay propped on his elbow beside Kath, absently drawing circles across her arm. Kath eventually came to and noticed the state Sam was in. 

“Where did your pants go?” She asked in a very serious tone. 

Sam laughed at her confusion. “We don’t have to keep going,” he said genuinely. 

“Please don’t stop.” 

Sam’s eyes darkened and he leaned down to capture Kath in a kiss. They became a tangle of limbs and tongues and teeth. Sam pressed his hips against Kath’s and she could feel his hardness against her core. The desire that filled Kath’s head was almost unbearable. She began to push her hips upwards against Sam’s. He shuddered above her and buried his head into the crook of her neck. He trailed kisses down it and then he sank his teeth into her shoulder. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make Kath’s head swim. 

“I need you,” Sam breathed into her neck. 

“Then take me, idiot,” Kath said back. 

Sam pushed off of her to remove his boxers, his cock springing upwards as he did. Sam got off the bed quietly to dig through his duffle bag. He pulled out a condom and slipped it on effortlessly. Kath shamelessly checked his ass out while he had his back to her. 

He was above average for sure. Kath couldn’t help it when her jaw dropped and she stared at him. Sam chuckled at her and gripped her chin. He moved her head from side to side as if he was deciding on something. 

“Hmmm, no,” he murmured. “We’ll put that pretty mouth of yours to use another time. Tonight I’m going to take you until you’re screaming.”

Kath had no idea how to respond to that so she didn’t. She simply laid back down on the mattress and watched Sam tower over her once more. He kissed her once, then tapped her thigh. 

“Open.” 

Kath gulped, then slowly began to spread her legs apart. Sam sunk in between them. The tip of him was pressed against her entrance and Kath’s heart began to race again. Sam held himself up with one hand and used the other to line himself up with Kath. He kissed her again, this time tenderly. 

“Are you ready?” Kath nodded. “You tell me to stop and I will.” 

Kath nodded again and closed her eyes. She opened them again to the feeling of Sam’s thumb tilting her head up. 

“Nuh-uh,” he said. “I want you to watch.” And with that, he pushed himself into Kath. Her jaw went slack and a gasp slipped past her lips. Sam let out the most beautiful moan Kath had ever heard. The feeling of Sam stretching her out took some getting used to, but Sam gave Kath ample time to adjust. He waited for her signal to start moving. Kath took a few deep breaths and then nodded. 

Sam started off with slow, gentle thrusts. This was Kath’s first time, of course, he wanted her to remember it. But with each movement, Sam’s ability to control himself slipped away. He kissed her feverishly and trailed his free hand down her arm to grip her wrist. He pulled her hand above her head, pinning it there with his own. The gesture made Kath euphoric. She could tell he was beginning to lose his grip. Now it was he who was holding onto her for dear life. 

Kath was nothing if not a nuisance. She knew that if she reached her free hand up into Sam’s hair he’d snap. She knew that if she tugged on the loose curls that hung by the nape of his neck she might need help walking tomorrow. So naturally, she did it anyway. Sam groaned desperately into her shoulder and the grip on her hand tightened. 

“Kath,” Sam warned.  

“Just let go,” Kath assured him. 

“I can’t.,” he said through gritted teeth.

“It’s okay,” she promised. “I won’t break.” 

Sam tried to hold on for her sake, but eventually his mind cleared. His thrusts became harder and faster as he took her with a force she didn’t know he was capable of. Still, she trusted that he couldn’t hurt her. They moved in sync together, like a choreographed dance. Kath felt the fire begin to grow inside of her. Sam was hitting the right spot over and over and over. When she couldn’t hold on any longer Sam leaned down and placed a kiss below her ear. 

“Come for me, angel.” 

Kath’s body shook underneath Sam as she fell over the edge once more. Pleasure crashed through her and she was close to tears. Sam’s pace didn’t slow, but the strength of his thrusts did. The hand that was once holding her own gently cupped Kath’s cheek. She opened her eyes and found Sam looking into them. His hair fell around his face, framing it perfectly. His skin was flush and he held an expression that Kath couldn’t place. Time around them slowed with what Sam said next. 

“You are so beautiful.” Sam came inside her soon after.

Kath’s heart seized. The euphoric feeling that flooded her brain moments ago was gone. She was not expecting that from Sam. She was used to his snarky remarks, even the names he called her were usually laced with sarcasm. What he said was genuine. It was vulnerable. It was not what she had signed up for. 

Sam pulled out and flopped onto his back next to her. They were both panting, sweaty messes. 

Sam let out a breathy chuckle. “That was something.” 

Kath stayed silent. Sam took it as post-sex brain fog. He got up and headed to the bathroom to clean up, leaving Kath alone with her thoughts. When Sam returned, she quickly stumbled into the bathroom without so much as a look in his direction. 

Kath looked at herself in the mirror. Her bare chest was decorated with purple marks. Her skin was flustered and beats of sweat trickled down her neck. 

What the hell did they just do? 

Kath splashed water from the sink on her face and finished cleaning up. When she left the bathroom the first thing she did was find her discarded clothes. She folded them carefully and put them on one of the motel chairs. Kath pulled her pajamas from her own duffel and pulled them on. Despite the pit in her stomach, she still made a show of bending over to pull the flannel pajama pants on. She could feel Sam’s smirk burning into her back. 

Sam was sitting against the headboard of the bed he and Kath had just christened. That was some of the best sex he’d had in, well in a very long time. He studied Kath carefully as she pulled her pajama bottoms on, making sure to check out the ass she put on display. He flipped the blanket over so she could get into bed next to him. To Sam’s surprise though, Kath made a bee-line for the other bed. 

“What are you doing?” Sam asked. It seemed to be the question of the night. 

“Going to bed,” Kath responded curtly. 

“Come here then.” Sam patted the spot next to him. 

Kath looked at Sam’s hand, then at him, then at his hand again. She shook her head. 

“No, I’m not sleeping with you,” she said. 

“You just did,” Sam responded with a smile. 

Kath’s expression did not change. “No. We’re not, I’m not…This isn’t going to be a thing. It was just a moment.” 

Sam’s demeanor stiffened. “Oh. Okay.” 

Kath got into her bed and turned away from Sam. At some point during this night Kath had stopped being Kath and started being Sam’s. She hated the feeling that was growing inside her chest. It was just a moment. It had to be just a moment. 

[nikimisery]

Season 1 Episode 6 - Skin

“Darius looked around the club, taking in the teeming, half-naked bodies on the dance floor. Screamer’s was packed tonight, full of women wearing leather and men who looked like they had advanced degrees in violent crime.

Darius and his companion fit right in.

Except they actually were killers.

“So you’re really going to do this?” Tohrment asked him.

Darius glanced across the shallow table. The other vampire’s eyes met his own. “Yeah. I am.”

Tohrment nursed his Scotch and smiled grimly. Only the very tips of his fangs showed. “You’re crazy, D.”

“You should know.”

“Alright, I figure we’d hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight.” Dean’s voice called from outside the car. Because of the case with Mary Worthington, I hadn’t been able to finish my book, so I was busy reading that while he got gas. “Sam wears women’s underwear.”  

“I’ve been listening, I’m just busy.” Sam responded. 

“Busy doing what?” 

“Reading e-mails.” Sam replies, holding up his phone to show Dean. 

“E-mails from who?” 

“From my friends at Stanford.” 

“You’re kidding. You still keep in touch with your college buddies?” Dean asked him, his tone was all disbelief. 

“Why not?” 

“Well, what exactly do you tell them?” He asked. “You know, about where you’ve been, what you’ve been doing?” 

“I tell them I’m on a road trip with my big brother and his girlfriend.” His words made my cheeks hot as I hid my face further in my book. “I tell them I needed some time off after Jess.” 

“Oh, so you lie to them.” 

“No, I just don’t tell them… everything.” 

“Yeah, that’s called lying.” Dean stated. “I mean, hey, man, I get it. Telling the truth is far worse.” 

“So, what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life?” Sam asked, but Dean just shrugged his shoulders, electing not to answer him. “You’re serious?” 

“Look, it sucks, but in a job like this, you can’t get close to people, period.” Dean explained to him. My heart dropped when he spoke. Did that mean we couldn’t be close? We’re we close? 

“You’re kind of anti-social, you know that?” Sam asked him. “And what about Freya? We’re close to her.” 

“Yeah, whatever.” He replied. “She’s with us, it’s different.” Right…

“God…” Sam trailed off, reading another e-mail on his phone. 

“What?” I asked, sitting my book aside. 

“In this e-mail from this girl, Rebecca Warren, one of those friends of mine.” 

“Is she hot?” Dean and I both asked at the same time, causing Sam to roll his eyes, but he ignored us. 

“I went to school with her and her brother, Zack. She says Zack’s been charged with murder. He’s been arrested for killing his girlfriend. Rebecca says he didn’t do it, but it sounds like the cops have a pretty good case.” 

“Dude, what kind of people are you hanging out with?” Dean asked.

“No, man, I know Zack. He’s no killer.” 

“Well, maybe you know Zack as well as he knows you.” I leaned out of the window where I could see Dean. 

“Be nice to your brother.” I told him, but he just made a face at me. 

“They’re in St. Louis. We’re going.” Sam said, making Dean chuckle a little. 

“Look, sorry about your buddy, okay? But this does not sound like our kind of problem.” 

“It is our problem. They’re my friends.” Sam argued. 

“St. Louis is four hundred miles behind us, Sam.” Dean tried, but I cut him off. 

“Dean, just get in the damn car. What’s the worst that’s going to happen? You get to tell Sam you were right?” I asked, but instead of answering me, he just huffed, getting back into the drivers seat and pulling back out onto the road. 

                “Oh my God, Sam!” I heard a peppy voice call from the front door we had just walked up to.

             “Well, if it isn’t little Becky.” Sam said.

             “You know what you can do with that little Becky crap.” She responded. Oh, I like her.

             “I got your e-mail.” Sam told her, pulling back from a hug.

             “I didn’t think that you would come here.” She said, just a Dean stepped forward, extending his hand.

             “Dean. Older brother.” He said. She shook his hand before speaking.

             “Hi.”

             “Hi.” He responded, smiling. Stepping up, I ‘accidently’ bumped into his shoulder as I did.

             “Freya.” I said as I shook her hand.

             “Oh, you must be the girlfriend.” She said with a smile. I was confused for a second before I remember what Sam had said he told his friends.

             “That’s me.” I said, smiling back at her.

             “We’re here to help. Whatever we can do.” Sam told her.

             “Come in.” She said, opening the door wider for us to enter.

             “Nice place.” Dean commented from his place beside me, looking around the house.  

             “It’s my parents’. I was just crashing here for the long weekend when everything happened. I decided to take the semester off. I’m gonna stay until Zack’s free.” She told us.

             “Where are your folks?” Sam asked.

             “They live in Paris for half the year.” She began. Of course they do. Must be nice. “So they’re on their way home now for the trial. Do you want a beer or something?” She asked as we followed her into the kitchen.

             “Hey –“ Dean began, obviously about to accept her offer but Sam cut him off.

             “No, thanks.” He said, earning a bitch face from Dean. “So, tell us what happened.”

             “Well, um…” She began. It was clear she was uncomfortable discussing what happened, but she pushed her way through it. “Zack came home, and he found Emily tied to a chair. And she was beaten up and bloody, and she wasn’t breathing.” She paused, tears forming in her eyes. “So, he called 911, and the police—they showed up, and they arrested him. But, the thing is, the only way that Zack could’ve killed Emily is if he was in two places at the same time. The police—they have a video. It’s from the security tape from across the street. And it shows Zack coming home at 10:30. Now, Emily was killed just after that, but I swear, he was here with me, having a few beers until at least after midnight.”

         “You know,” Sam began. Every time he starts a sentence out like that, one of us ends up getting shot at… This is gonna be good. “Maybe we could see the crime scene. Zack’s house.”

         “We could?” Dean asked.

         “Why? I mean, what could you do?” Rebecca asked.

         “Well, me, not much. But Dean’s a cop.” Sam responded. There it is. There’s that pesky little catch. Oh I love this already.

         “Detective, actually.” Dean said, a grin on his face.

         ‘He’s loving this.’ I told Val.

         ‘Yeah, but he’s cute though.’

         ‘Hush, you.’

         “Really?” She asked him, making him nod. “Where?” OHHHHHH what’s he gonna say?

         “Bisbee, Arizona.” He told her. “But I’m off-duty now.”

         “You guys, it’s so nice to offer, but I just – I don’t know.”

         “Bec, look. I know Zack didn’t do this. Now, we have to find a way to prove that he’s innocent.” Sam explained.

         “Okay. I’m gonna go get the keys.” She said, turning and walking away down the hallway.

         “Oh, yeah, man. You’re a real straight shooter with your friends.” Dean snarked at him as soon as she was out of earshot. I lightly smacked him in the chest, but he just grabbed my hand, holding it to his chest as he rolled his eyes.  

         “Look, Zack and Becky need our help.”

         “I just don’t think this is our kind of problem.”

         “Two places at once? We’ve looked into less.” Sam said.

         “It’s true, sugar.” I piped up.

         “You’re supposed to be on my side.” He said, turning to me with his puppy dog eyes and a pout.

         “You’re so cute.” I told him, patting his cheek, but he just scoffed at me, kissing the back of my hand before dropping it and ushering us out the door after Rebecca. 

                “You’re sure this is okay?” Rebecca asked Dean for what had to have been the hundredth time.

             “Yeah. I am an officer of the law.” He responded, stepping into the house and taking a look around. The smell of blood assaulted me the moment the door was open. It was so strong, everywhere around me.

             “Bec, you wanna wait outside?” Sam asked, gently.

             “No. I wanna help.” She said, ducking under the police tape and entering the house. Dean could see my hesitation as he watched me from his spot inside.

             “Princess?”

             “I’m good, I’m good. Just strong.” I said, tapping my nose. I didn’t want to say too much in front of Rebecca, but he understood what I was saying.

             “Maybe breathe through your mouth?” I just nodded at him as I stepped in, following his eyes as we took in the room. I was right, there was blood everywhere, all over the walls and the furniture. There was so much.

             “Tell us what the police said.” Sam said.

             “Well,” She began, eyes tearing up again. “There’s no sign of a break-in. They say that Emily let her attacker in. The lawyers – they’re already talking about a plea bargain.” Looking around the room, she let the tears fall. “Oh god…”

             “Look, Bec, if Zack didn’t do this, it means someone else did. Any idea who?” Sam prodded.

             “Um…” She trails off, shaking her head as she thought. “There was something, about a week before. Somebody broke in here and stole some clothes – Zack’s clothes. The police – they didn’t think it’s anything. I mean, we’re not that far from downtown. Sometimes people get robbed.” Sam had started to walk away as Dean and I walked over towards the windows. There was a dog barking outside which had caught Dean’s attention and I joined him at the window, looking out. “You know, that used to be the sweetest dog.” Rebecca remarked from behind us.

             “What happened?” Dean asked her.

             “He just changed.”

             “Do you remember when he changed?”

             “I guess around the time of the murder.” I shared a look with Dean as she finished talking, both of us thinking the same thing. At that, we turned and found our way back to Sam, who was stopped in the hallway, looking at a picture of himself, Zack and Rebecca that was framed and hanging on the wall.

             “So, the neighbor’s dog went psycho right around the time Zack’s girlfriend was killed.” Dean began.

             “Animals can have a sharp sense of the paranormal.” Sam answered.

             “Yeah, maybe Fido saw something.”

             “So, you think maybe this is our kind of problem?”

             “No. Probably not.” He began. “But we should look at the security tape, you know, just to make sure.”

             “Yeah.” Sam said, smirking at his brother.

             “Yeah…” Dean trailed off as Rebecca rejoined us. “So, the tape. The security footage – you think maybe your lawyers could get their hands on it?” He asked. “Cause I just don’t have that kind of jurisdiction." I giggled a little to myself as he spoke, causing him to poke me in my side, making me jump.

             “I’ve already got it. I didn’t wanna say something in front of the cop.” She said, making Dean laugh a little. “I stole it off the lawyer’s desk. I just had to see it for myself.”

             “All right.” He said grabbing me, pulling me after him out of the house.  

                We were back at Rebecca’s house playing the security tape. Dean was sitting on the couch, I was on the arm rest next to him, his arm resting around my hips and Sam was sitting in the arm chair across from us.

             “Here he comes.” Rebecca said, pointing to the TV. The tape was showing Zack going into the house.

             “22:04, that’s just after ten.” Dean started. “You said time of death was about 10:30.”

             “Our lawyers hired some kind of video expert. He says the tape’s authentic. It wasn’t tampered with.” She told him. I had been intently watching the tape when I noticed his eyes. Sam must have noticed it too because he spoke up.

             “Hey, Bec? Can we take those beers now?”

             “Oh, sure.”

             “Hey.” He said, getting her attention. “Maybe some sandwiches, too?”

             “What do you think this is, Hooters?” She sassed at Sam before leaving the room.

             “I wish.” Dean said. I smacked him in the back of the head as we got up to walk over to Sam. He retaliated by pinching my ass, causing me to glare at him. Of course, he just shrugged. “What is it?”

             “Check this out.” He said, rewinding the tape to show Dean what we had caught.

             “Watch his eyes.” I said as Sam hit play.

             “Well, maybe it’s just a camera flare.” Dean said.

             “That’s not like any camera flare I’ve ever seen.” Sam said. “You know, a lot of cultures believe that a photograph can catch a glimpse of the soul.”

             “Right.”

             “Remember that dog that was freakin’ out? Maybe he saw this thing. Maybe this is some kind of dark double of Zack’s, something that looks like him, but isn’t him.”

             “Like a Doppleganger.”

             “Yeah. It’d explain how he was in two places at once.” Sam said just as Rebecca brought us the beers. We left shortly after that, Sam telling her we needed to get some sleep, mull over what we had learned. We were in the car, driving to the motel when Dean spoke up.

             “Princess, can you talk to dogs?”

             “Ummm… what?” I asked.

             “Dogs, can you talk to them?”

             “The hell do you come up with these questions, Winchester?”

             “Just answer the damn question.” He said, rolling his eyes at me.

             “No?” I said. “Why are you asking?”

             “Well, you know…” He started “You got claws and fangs, Valkyrie said she’s your wolf, you get all growly…” He trailed off. “You know, just forget I said anything.”

             “Yeah… sure.” I said as we pulled up to the motel.

             “I’ll go get us a room.” He mumbled as he all but ran out of the car.

             “Dude, I think you embarrassed him.” Sam chuckled.

             “He did it to himself.” I defended. “No one told him to ask me that.”

             “He likes you, you know.”

             “What makes you say that.”

             “He’s different with you.” Was all Sam was able to get out before Dean rejoined us, pulling the car over to a parking spot in front of one of the doors. He got out of the car and opened my door, before walking to the trunk to get our bags.

             “Only two beds, no couch. Looks like you’re stuck with me again, Princess.” He didn’t look at me when he said it, but I could still hear Sam’s words ringing in my ears.

             “Whatever will I do?” I said dramatically, hand on my chest. “Sam, save me!”

             “Alright, that’s enough.” Dean cut me off as Sam laughed at us, walking into the room. I just rolled my eyes at him as I turned to walk away, but he stopped me, a hand on my arm, pulling me back to him.

             “Did you just roll your eyes at me?” He asked, pushing me back against the car, caging me between his arms.

             “Maybe I did.” I said, looking up at him through my lashes.

             “What did I say about that, baby girl?” His voice was low, gravelly, as he spoke to me.

             “That I would regret it.” His hand had slid from the car, down to my hip where he pulled me into him, roughly. I could feel every single inch of him against me. He moved to nestle his head into my neck, leaving little nips with his teeth as he moved.

             “Did you think I was kidding?” He whispered against my skin. My breath caught in my throat as my hands tangled themselves in his hair.

             “Dean…” I whispered, arching my back into him. I could feel the smirk on his face when he felt me move.

             “You guys coming?” Sam’s voice called out from the motel room, causing me to jerk against Dean. He let out a groan, letting his forehead fall against my shoulder.

             “Yeah, Sammy.” He yelled back. He raised his head from my shoulder before leaning it against mine. He took a deep breath before backing up, picking up the bags and walking into the room. I had to take a minute, my legs were shaky and I needed to steady my breathing before I could even think of moving.

             ‘The hell was that?’

             ‘That was your bond with the older Winchester. It will only grow stronger.’

             ‘What kind of bond. What are you talking about?’ She didn’t answer me as I finally gathered myself enough to follow him into the room. I didn’t bother with a shower, just went into the bathroom and changed into Dean’s flannel before falling into bed. Sam was already snoring away and Dean was laid down by the time I got done and crawled into bed myself. When I got under the covers, Dean wasted no time in grabbing me, pulling me into him. I turned to face him, my head resting on his chest when his hand came up, lifting my chin to look at him.

             “Good night, Princess.” He said, lowering his face to me, lips grazing mine. I don’t know what came over me at that moment, but I couldn’t handle just a small, chaste kiss, so before he could pull away, I reached up and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him closer to me, pouring emotions I didn’t even know I was feeling into that kiss. He gripped my neck, deepening the kiss causing me to let out a small moan in the back of my throat. His hand slipped down my neck, fingers grazing my skin till they came to rest on my thigh, pulling on it till it laid across his waist. His grip was tightening the longer he kissed me, pulling me into him. There was nothing quite like kissing Dean Winchester. He pulled his head back, lips moving across my cheek and down to my neck, nipping and sucking at the skin there, pulling more sounds from my throat. I couldn’t help the roll of my hips when it happened, but he didn’t seem to mind, pulling me into him even more.

             “Baby girl, we gotta stop.” He said, making me whine. “I know, I know. I’m sorry, but I am not going to have your first time with Sam 4 feet away from us.” He whispered against my lips.

             “That would be great.” Sam’s voice piped up, causing me to jump in Dean’s arms.

             “Holy shit, Sam, I thought you were asleep.”

             “Surprise!” He said sarcastically. “Now shut the fuck up and go to sleep.”

             “Sorry!” I squeaked out, hiding my face in Dean’s chest. He was just laughing throughout the whole thing. Placing a kiss to my forehead, he settled down and pulled me to lay on his chest. My eyes drifted closed. I’ve always had a hard time falling asleep, but here, in the arms of Dean Winchester, I had never felt more safe, more content… I fell asleep before my thoughts even finished. 

                “All right, so what are we doing’ here at 5:30 in the morning?” Dean asked, annoyance dripping from every syllable he spoke.

             “I realized something.” Sam said, walking away from us towards the house we were parked behind. “The videotape shows the killer going in, but not coming out.”

             “So, he came out the back door?” Dean asked him, coming up to lean against the hood of the Impala where I was. He had his jacket in his hand, wrapping it around my shoulders before settling next to me.

             “Right. So, there should be a trail to follow. A trail the police would never pursue.”

             “Cause they think the killer never left.” Dean started, picking up Sam’s trail of thought. He handed me a Chai, though I must have really been out of it, because I don’t even remember stopping to get it, but I smiled up at him gratefully, nonetheless. “And they caught your friend Zack inside. I still don’t know what we’re doing out here at 5:30 in the morning.”

             “I was comfortable.” I grumbled, leaning into Dean’s warmth.

             “Blood.” Sam said. He had been looking around, checking the outside walls and surroundings for any sign that our target had come this way. “Somebody came this way.” He continued, pointing at the telephone pole, blood smeared on it.

             “Yeah, but the trail ends. I don’t see anything over here.” Dean told him, looking at the ground around the Impala. An ambulance drove by at that moment, the loud siren splitting into my head causing me to whine against Dean’s shoulder. “You okay, Princess?”

             “That was just really loud.” I told him, nodding my head to let him know I was okay.

             “Has it always been that way?” He asked me, ushering me up to follow his brother, who had walked off to investigate where the ambulance had gone.

             “It’s been getting worse, but I’ve always had really sensitive hearing.”

             “Worse, how?”

             “Everything is more intense.”

             “We’ll have to see if we can figure something out for that.” He said before we reached where Sam was standing, observing the scene. “What happened?” Dean leaned up and asked the woman standing in front of in the ever growing crowd.

             “He tried to kill his wife.” She answered him. “Tied her up and beat her.”

             “Really?” Sam asked.

             “I used to see him going to work in the morning. He’d wave, say hello. He seemed like such a nice guy.” She said, watching the guy get loaded into the back of a police car. Sam just shook his head before he put his hand on my back, guiding me away from the crowd, Dean right behind us.

             “Hey, I’ll be right back.” Dean said over his shoulder as he walked away, towards the cops surrounding the house.

             “You two seemed…” Sam began, trailing off. “Awfully cozy last night and this morning.” I couldn’t help the blush that hit my cheeks.

             “He kissed me…” I told him, hiding my face in the cup Dean had gotten for me.

             “I know… I heard… though I REALLY wish I hadn’t.” He said, voice colored in annoyance, but his eyes were teasing.

             “No, before that.”

             “Oh?”

             “The night we finished up the Bloody Mary case? Remember that?”

             “Yeah…” He said. “Oh wait, when he told me to wait in the car?”

             “That would be it.”

             “And?”

             “Do you really want me to talk to you about my romantic feelings towards your brother, Sasquatch?" I asked incredulously.

             “Hey, you’re my best friend. He’s my brother. And while the two of you together, literally makes my head hurt, I couldn’t be any happier for either of you.” He said, all hints of teasing were gone. “All we have is each other. I remember, when I was still with Jess…” he began to say, pain evident in his tone. “Sometimes I needed to talk to someone about it. The good, the bad, the completely unimportant little things…”

             “I don’t know what we are. He kissed me. We made out last night, but I don’t KNOW anything.”

             “Have you asked him?”

             “Really, Sammy? Asking Dean to talk about feelings? That’s gonna go over well.” I answered him sarcastically.

             “I think…” He began, seeing Dean jogging back towards us. “You’d be surprised what you could get out of him, if you just asked.”

             “Hey.” Dean’s voice called out, effectively ending the conversation. “Remember when I said this wasn’t our kind of problem?” He asked us.

             “Yeah.” Sam and I both answered at the same time.

             “Definitely our kind of problem.”

             “Ohhhhhh Sasquatch, he’s saying he was wrong!!!” I said, swatting him in the arm, earning a glare from the older Winchester.

             “Hush, you.” He said, putting his hand over my mouth. I giggled, but didn’t say anything else as I listened to them talk.       

             “What’d you find out?” Sam asked him, amusement in his eyes as he watched us. Dean still had his hand over my mouth, so I stuck my tongue out and licked his palm. What I’m not going to tell you is how the taste of his skin on my tongue made my brain short circuit. Pulling his hand back, he made a disgusted face, but then a smirk pulled at his lips.

             “Brat.” He said, stepping closer to me, crowding me against the Impala before he turned, leaning against it as he spoke to Sam, his arm around my waist, holding me against him. His fingers had found their way under the hem of my shirt, slowly stroking the skin on my hip bone. Very distracting, if I do say so myself. “Well, I just talked to the patrolman who was first on the scene, heard this guy, Alex’s story. Apparently the dude was driving home from a business trip when his wife was attacked.”

             “So, he was two places at once.”

             “Exactly. Then he sees himself in the house, police think he’s a nutjob.”

             “Two dark doubles attacking loved ones in exactly the same way.”

             “Could be the same thing doin’ it, too.” Dean said. I looked up between the brothers, Sam deep in thought, before I spoke up.

             “Shapeshifter?” I asked, Dean shrugged, but Sam looked up to meet my gaze.

             “Something that can make itself look like anyone?” He asked me.

             “Every culture in the world has shapeshifter lore.” Dean said.

             “You know, legends of creatures who can transform themselves into animals or other men.” I finished.

             “Right, skinwalkers, werewolves.” Sam said, listing a couple of the creatures we knew of for certain.

             “We’ve got two attacks within blocks of each other. I’m guessing we’ve got a shapeshifter prowlin’ the neighborhood.” Dean said.

             “Let me ask you this…” Sam began. “In all this shapeshifter lore, can any of them fly?”

             “Not that I know of.”

             “I picked up the trail here.” He said, gesturing to the back of the house. “Someone ran out of the back of this building and headed off this way.”

             “Just like your friend’s house.”

             “Yeah. And, just like at Zack’s house, the trail suddenly ends. I mean, whatever it is just disappeared.”

             “Not necessarily.” I said. Both boys turned to look at me when I spoke. “When I was on my own, sometimes I would sleep underground to get away from the elements.” I explained.

             “Well, there’s one way to go down.” Dean said, pointing to the manhole not too far away from us.

             “Great….” I began, trailing off. “You guys are gonna love this.” I watched the brothers struggling to get the manhole cover off before I intervened. “Move, move.” I said, reaching down and with one hand, pulled it up and tossed it aside over by the building.

             “You couldn’t have done that earlier?” Sam sassed at me.

             “You guys were doing so well…” I giggled. Sammy Winchester’s bitch face was in full effect, causing me to laugh even harder, but Dean came up behind me, grabbing me, pulling me into him.

             “Real cute, princess.”

             “I thought it was.” I said, stepping away from him as Sam started down into the manhole. When it was my turn, I started down the ladder as Dean spoke up.

             “Eyes up, Princess. Focus.” He said.

             “Yes, sir.” I told him, looking up at him from where I standing on the ladder. He bit his lip at that, but didn’t say anything. His eyes had darkened as he nodded at me. I reached the bottom and looked around, waiting for Dean to join us. Sam had his flashlight out, pointing it in every direction he could, before accidently shining it right in my eyes. “Fuck, Sasquatch!” I said, holding my hand up to my face. It had burned my eyes and now I was having to adjust to the sudden, bright intrusion.

             “Hey, your eyes…” he said.

             “What about her eyes?” Dean asked, having just joined us.

             “They flashed when the light hit them. Like an animal.”

             “Let me see.” Dean demanded. I knew it wasn’t going to be fun, but I would let him see regardless, so I lowered my hand and looked at them as Sam directed the flashlight beam at me again. “Holy shit, they do.” He said. Sam hadn’t shoved the light directly into my eyes that time, so the adjustment wasn’t as bad.

             “What’s wrong?” I asked, seeing the worry clouding Dean’s face.

             “It’s nothing…” He said trailing off, but when I grabbed his arm and forced him to look at me, he sighed. “They just reminded me of the video from last night.” I dropped his arm quickly as he spoke, backing up a little. That video was of a creature who was running around, brutally murdering people… I couldn’t be like that, right?

             “Hey, hey.” Sam said, grabbing both of my arms, making me face him. “You’re not like this thing, okay? Having a similar feature doesn’t mean you’re going to go around killing people, okay?” He had hit that one right on the head, I thought to myself.

             “How do you know for sure?” I asked quietly. I tried to reach out to Val, but she was suspiciously quiet right now.

             “Look at me, Princess.” Dean said, coming to stand beside us. I turned my face to look up at him. “You are nothing like this thing.” He began, bringing his hand up to my back, running his fingers up and down my spine. “You’re a pain in my ass, but you are good. You are so good.” He encouraged.

             “You are kind and you do everything you can to help someone.” Sam continued. “That thought alone makes you one of the good guys, regardless of what you are.”

             “Promise?” I asked, looking down at the ground. Sam pulled me into a tight hug, like he was trying to shield me.

             “We both promise.” Dean’s voice came from behind us, his hand still on my back. Closing my eyes, I nodded my head, fighting the tears before I pulled away, running a hand over my face.

             “Fuck…” I said, pulling away from Sam. “I’m sorry. We have a murderer to catch.” Chuckling a little as I looked around, my eyes flashing so I could see better.

             “I bet this runs right by Zack’s house, too.” Sam said after a brief pause. He cleared his throat before continuing. “The shapeshifter could be using the sewer system to get around.”

             “I think you’re right.” Dean said. He had walked a little ways away from us exploring, and was now knelt down on the ground. "Look at this.” He was pointing at a small gooey pile of what looked like blood and pieces of skin.

             “Is that from his victims?” Sam asked, watching Dean take his pocketknife out of his pocket and lift up a piece out of the pile.

             “You know, I just had a sick thought. When a shapeshifter changes shape – maybe it sheds.”

             “That is sick.” Sam said as I scrunched my nose at the thought.

             “Let’s get out of here.” I said to the boys, leading them back to the ladder and out of the sewers.

             “Well, one thing I learned from Dad, is that no matter what kind of shapeshifter it is, there’s one sure way to kill it.” Dean said, opening up the trunk and propping open the special compartment with that shotgun.

             “Silver bullet to the heart.” Sam answered him.

             “That’s right.” Sam’s phone ringing cut off the conversation as he pulled it out, answering it.

             “This is Sam.” He said, turning to walk away from the car.

             “Who is it?” Dean asked me.

             “Rebecca. And she doesn’t sound happy.” I told him.

             “What’s she saying?”

             “She’s yelling at him for lying to her. She talked to the lawyer, found out you weren’t actually a cop.”

             “Bec –“ Sam started but she cut him off again.

             “Damn…” I trailed off looking at Dean. “She is big mad at him.” Dean chuckled a little as Sam hung up the phone and rejoined us by the car.

             “I hate to say it, but that’s exactly what I’m talking about.” Dean began. “You lie to your friends because if they knew the real you, they’d be freaked. It’s just – it’d be easier if –“

             “If I was like you, two.” Sam cut him off.

             “Hey, don’t bring me into this.” I said.

             “Hey, man, like it or not, we are not like other people.” Dean told him, ignoring me. “But I’ll tell you one thing. This whole gig – it ain’t without perks.” He said, holding out a gun for Sam, handing me one as well before putting his Colt in his jeans, closing the trunk and walking back towards the sewer. Once we were back down in the sewers Sam took up the lead, heading further down the tunnel.

             “I think we’re close to its lair.” Dean quipped.

             “Why do you say that?” Sam asked him.

             “Because there’s another puke-inducing pile next to your face.” He said, pointing with his flashlight to the pipe running right next to Sam’s head.

             “Oh, God.” Sam said, completely disgusted. He jumped back a little when he saw it, causing me to giggle a little.

             “Hush, shortcake, or I’ll pick you up and rub your face in it.”

             “You wouldn’t…” I trailed off, backing up away from him a little.

             “Looks like it’s lived here for a while.” Dean cut in.

             “Who knows how many murders he’s gotten away with?” Sam said. I smelled him before I saw him. Dirt, blood and something tangy, wild and overall unpleasant. “Dean!” Sam yelled out causing both Dean and I to spin around finding the shapeshifter there, still looking like the dude that had gotten arrested earlier, standing behind Dean. I started moving before I even realized what I was doing, but the shapeshifter punched Dean, right in the side of the head, causing him to crumple, before I reached him. Sam pulled his gun out, shooting after him, but I wasn’t watching to see if anything connected. As soon as I reached Dean, I dropped to the ground next to him, pulling him up to a sitting position, wincing as my hand touched his shoulder, Sam right behind me.

             “Get the son of a bitch!” Dean growled out, pushing me away as he stood up. He was pissed. We raced over to the ladder, heading up and out of the sewers in pursuit, but when we got topside, we didn’t see him anywhere. I tried following his scent, but there were so many people around and we were right next to a park, I couldn’t pick it up.

             “All right, let’s split up.” Sam spoke up.

             “All right, I’ll meet you around the other side.” Dean said, turning and taking off before I could say anything.

             “I’ll head into the park, look there. Meet you at the car?” I asked Sam, watching him nod at me, then turn and walk the opposite direction his brother took. I jogged over to the small park, trying to pick up the scent, find a trace of his face, anything to help with locating him, but came up empty. After several minutes, I made my way back to the car, beating the boys. I was leaning against the drivers side when I caught sight of Sam, Dean appearing a few seconds later.

             “Hey.” Dean called out, causing Sam to turn to face him. “Anything?”

             “No. He’s gone.”

             “All right, let’s get back to the car.” Dean spoke up, pausing to let a car pass, before he crossed the street.

             “You think he found another way underground?” Sam asked.

             “Yeah, probably. You got the keys?” Dean asked, Sam stopped walking and looked at me before turning to his brother. I could feel the uncertainty and tension rolling off Sam, but I couldn’t place why.

             “Hey, didn’t Dad once face a shapeshifter in San Antonio?” Sam asked him.

             “Oh, that was Austin.” He said. I remembered reading about that in John’s journal. “It turned out not to be a shapeshifter, it was a thought form. A psychic projection, remember?”

             “Oh, right. Here ya go.” Sam responded, tossing the keys to Dean. When he threw his hand up to catch the keys, it hit me. The smell of dirt and blood and that wild spice I couldn’t place. Not leather and pine. This was NOT Dean. “Don’t move!” Sam yelled, turning back around and raising his gun. “What have you done with him?”

             “Dude, chill. It’s me, all right?”

             “No, I don’t think so. Where’s my brother?”

             “You’re about to shoot him. Sam, calm down.” He said, turning to me next. “Nik, tell him.”

             “You aren’t Dean. Sam calls me by my middle name, not you. You’ve never once in the whole time we’ve known each other called me Nik.”

             “You caught those keys with your left.” Sam said, cutting me off and drawing the attention back to himself. “Your shoulder was hurt.”

             “Yeah, it’s better. What do you want me to do, cry?” Okay, so that was something Dean would say, but the smell, coupled with the nickname… I was convinced this wasn’t Dean.

             “You’re not my brother.”

             “Why don’t you pull the trigger, then? Hm?” ‘Dean’ said, goading Sam on. “Cause you’re not sure. Dude, you know me.”

             “Don’t.” Sam said as ‘Dean’ took a step towards him. I was silently watching, trying to figure out what was going on when he hit Sam with a crowbar, knocking him out before turning on me.

             “Come on, doll. It’s your turn.” He said, walking towards me. I could do this, It’s just Dean’s face, not actually Dean. He lunged at me, swinging the crowbar towards my face, but I caught it before it connected with my head, pushing him back against the car. He recovered fast, bending, then swinging his leg in a wide arch, knocking my feet out from under me. I landed on my back, head cracking against the pavement, causing everything to lose focus for a moment, but a moment was all it took. He was on top of me, straddling me. He was stronger than I was expecting and caught off guard, he got my arms gathered in one hand and trapped against my chest.

             “Sorry, doll. This will only hurt for a moment.” He said, then everything went black. 

                When I woke up, I could feel my arms tied up above my head, chains wrapped around my body where I was sat on the ground, secured to a metal beam. There was no give, so I couldn’t wiggle around to get any leverage and I could barely breathe.

             “Where is he?” I heard Sam’s voice breaking through the silence, but he sounded far away. “Where’s Dean?”

             “I wouldn’t worry about him.” Came Dean’s voice, the shapeshifter. “I’d worry about you.”

             “Where is he? Where’s Freya?”

             “You don’t really wanna know.” He said, laughing to himself. “I swear, the more I learn about you and your family – I thought I came from a bad background.”

             “What do you mean, learn?” Sam asked, a groan coming from the shapeshifter after a second.

             “He’s sure got issues with you. You got to go to college. He had to stay home. I mean, I had to stay home. With dad.” He corrected himself. “You don’t think I had dreams of my own? But dad needed me. Where the hell were you?”

             “Where is my brother and Freya?”

             “I am your brother. Don’t worry about pretty little Freya, I have plans for her.” He said, pausing for a second. “See, deep down, I’m just jealous. You got friends. You could have a life. Me? I know I’m a freak. And sooner or later, everybody’s gonna leave me.” I heard shuffling and what sounded like footsteps before Sam spoke up.

             “What are you talking about?” I could hear the confusion in his voice.

             “You left. Hell, I did everything dad asked me to, and he ditched me too. No explanation, nothing, just poof. Left me with your sorry ass. But, still, this life? It’s not without it’s perks.” He laughed. “I meet the nicest people. Like Freya. You know, you don’t know half of the deep, dark, depraved things he thinks about her. If it wasn’t for her, Dean would bang little Becky if he had the chance. Let’s see what happens.” I heard more shuffling and then more footsteps before the shapeshifter came into my view.

             “Oh good, you’re awake.” He said, stopping next to me. He knelt down, lifting his hand to run the back of his fingers against my check. “You’re skin is so soft. You should hear the thoughts he has about you.” He said, his hand had slid down from my face, tracing the vein in my neck before skimming down my chest. He then gripped my shirt in his hands, yanking it open causing the buttons to fly everywhere, exposing my bra to his disgustingly greedy eyes. “The things he wants to do to you, what I want to do to you, how I want to mark your skin up, make you feel me for days…” He trailed off.

             “Please…” I said, tears springing to my eyes. “Stop.”

             “You don’t really want that, do you, doll?” He asked, rough hands cupping my breasts tightly, causing pain to shoot through me. I tried to kick my legs out at him, get him away from me, but he moved to sit on them, pinning them down. I couldn’t move any part of my body and the panic was starting to sit in. My eyes were glowing, I could tell that much, and I could finally feel Val in the back of my head again.

             ‘Let me in. Relax and let me handle this.’ She whispered in my head. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, but I let my instinct guide me and I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, in the same moment, he had ripped my bra in half, completely exposing me to the air. Next thing I know, it was like I was riding backseat in my own body. I could see everything, hear everything, feel everything, but I wasn’t in control. Valkyrie took over my body.

             “Get off of me.” She spoke, a deep growl coming from my chest, causing him to pause. His eyes widened as he lifted his head to look at me. She lifted my legs, causing him to fall backwards before she kicked out, sending him flying back. When he stood, I swear he almost looked scared before his face hardened again, eyes sharp as he took me in.

             “I’ve got business to attend to, but when I get back. You’re going to regret that.” He threatened as he stomped out, leaving me tied to the pole, my shirt hanging open and limply on either side of me. She gave me back control as soon as he was gone. I have no idea how long I sat there, trying so hard to get out of the chains before I heard Sam curse from the other room.

             “Damn it.”

             “That better be you, Sam, and not that freak of nature.” I hear Dean’s voice speak up, immediately causing me to tense up again.

             “Yeah, it’s me.” Sam laughed. I could hear more rustling before I heard footsteps. “He went to Rebecca’s, looking like you.”

             “Well, he’s not stupid. He picked the handsome one.” Dean’s voice spoke up again. What he said was funny, I won’t lie, but I couldn’t get past the way the shapeshifter spoke using his voice. I could hear the sound of ropes and more rustling.

             “Yeah, that’s the thing. He didn’t just look like you, he was you. Or he was becoming you.”

             “What do you mean?”

             “You mean, like the Vulcan mind meld?” And he calls Sam and I nerds…

             “Yeah, something like that. I mean, maybe that’s why he doesn’t just kill us.”

             “Maybe he needs to keep us alive. Psychic connection.” Dean said. I could hear the ropes fall and Dean helping Sam up. “Where’s Freya, she’s not in here, she wasn’t back there.”

             “I don’t know, he wouldn’t tell me. He said he had plans for her.”

             “That fucking thing better not have touched her. I’ll kill him.”

             “Dean, I’m sure she’s fine. She’s stronger than both of us combined and smarter too.”

             “I’ll skin it alive if he hurt her.” Dean growled out.

             ‘You need to tell them you’re in here.’

             ‘I can’t…’ I whimpered in my head.

             ‘Then I will.’ She said as another deep growl released from my chest.

             “Did you hear that?” Dean said. “It came from in here.” I could only hear the sound of their footsteps before the brothers came into view. Sam noticed me first, the color draining from his face as he got Dean’s attention. When his eyes locked on my frame, the fury I could feel radiating off him was almost suffocating. “I’m going to rip the skin off his bones.” He said, making his way over to me. The moment he reached me, he picked up the pieces of my shirt, trying to cover me, but not completely succeeding. “Are you hurt?” He asked, looking over the chains, trying to figure out how to get me out.

             “No…” I whispered. He paused at that, eyes searching my face as he noticed my hesitation to interact with him. He started to back away, his hands held out in front of me like a peace offering, before he spoke again.

             “Sam, I’m gonna look for a key. See if you can find another way to get her out of those.” He said, eyes still on mine. I tried so hard to hold his gaze, but I was having a really hard time right then. When he reached the door frame, he turned and headed out into the rest of the sewer.

             “Are you okay?” Sam asked softly.

             “I’m fine.” I answered.

             “Freya, are you okay?” He asked again. This time, I just looked up at him trying to fight the tears in my eyes.

             “I will be.” He didn’t say anything else, just walked around behind me, tugging on the chains.

             “There’s a lock up here, securing the chains to the top of the poll.” He explained. Dean reappeared a few seconds later with a large pipe wrench in his hands.

             “I couldn’t find a key, but this should break the lock.” He handed it over to Sam, ensuring he stayed where I could see him at all times. The loud clanking of metal against metal rang in my ears making me flinch every time Sam swung at the lock, until I finally heard a thud where it fell to the floor, the chains loosening around me and my arms falling to my sides. “Can I help you, princess? Please let me help you.” He all but begged, but still he didn’t come any closer to me until I nodded. “Sam, your shirt.” He said. Sam pulled off one of his shirts, handing it to Dean without question, as they both worked to get the chains off me. I kept my eyes glued to Dean the entire time. Logically, I knew that this was the real Dean. My Dean. Not the monster who had touched me, who had hurt me, but my mind just wouldn’t make the connection. I couldn’t help the flinch every time he moved and I could see the hurt in his eyes, but he never said anything about it. When the chains were finally gone off of me, he helped me sit up further, pulling the scraps of my shirt and bra off of me, Sam turning his back, before he helped me slide into the shirt his brother had handed him. “Can you walk?” He asked.

             “Yeah.” I whispered, moving my eyes to the floor.

             “Don’t do that.” He whispered back. “Don’t ever be afraid to look at me, please.” He said, his fingers grazing my chin before he seemed to remember himself and dropped his hand.

             “I’m sorry.”

             “Do not apologize.” He said sternly, slightly pushing me towards Sam. “Let’s get you out of here.” Sam wrapped his arm around my shoulders as we followed Dean, trying to locate the exit. He found a small window at the top of the wall, leading out into the street, turning and pointing it out to us. “Here.” Sam let go of me long enough to push open the window and pull himself out. He turned back around to me, reaching out his hands for me to hold onto as he helped me out of the window, Dean following right after.

             “Come on. We gotta find a phone, call the police.” Sam said, arm wrapped back around me.

             “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You’re gonna put an APB out on me?” Dean asked, but Sam just shrugged.

             “Sorry.” He said as Dean walked past us, looking back and forth down the alley before heading left.

             “This way.” He led us down the alley and out into the street, in front of a few stores before the news caught my attention. I tugged on the back of Sam’s jacket to get his attention, his eyes settling on mine in confusion before I nodded towards the TV in the window.

             “Man! That’s not even a good picture.” Dean complained, noticing what we were looking at.

             “It’s good enough.” Sam responded, pulling me along with him away from the news.

             “Man!” Dean exclaimed, following behind us and into another alley.

             “Come on.” He said. “They said attempted murder. At least we know –“ Sam trailed off.

             “I didn’t kill her.” Dean finished for him, my stomach dropping at his words. It wasn’t him.

             “We’ll check in with Rebecca in the morning, see if she’s all right.”

             “All right, but first, I wanna find that handsome devil and kick the holy crap out of him.”

             “We have no weapons. No silver bullets.” I spoke up for the first time, causing both brothers to stop walking.

             “The guy’s walkin’ around with my face, okay?” He said to me, a little harshly, but I knew it wasn’t directed at me. “It’s a little personal, I wanna find him. He hurt you.” His words caused me to look at the ground again, hearing a sigh leave him.

             “Okay, where do we look?” Sam asked.

             “Well, we could start with the sewers?” I tensed under Sam’s arm at those words.

             “We have no weapons. He stole our guns, we need more.” Sam said, reiterating my words.

             “The car?” I asked quietly.

             “I’m betting he drove over to Rebecca’s.” Dean answered, less venom in his voice, his eyes softening when he looked at me.

             “The news said he fled on foot. I bet it’s still parked there.” Sam spoke up.

             “The thought of him driving my car…” Dean trailed off, getting worked up again.

             “All right, come on.” Sam said, tugging me with him.

             “It’s killing me!” Dean called from behind us and despite everything, I felt myself giggle a little, causing a soft smile to grace Dean’s lips for a moment.

             “Let it go.” Sam told him as we continued making our way to Rebecca’s house. 

                We were running down an ally lined with garage doors as we rounded the corner, finally finding what we had been searching for.

             “Oh, there she is! Finally, something went right tonight.” Dean spoke, but as soon as the words were out of his mouth, a police car pulled into sight on the other side of Baby. “Oh, crap.” He said, turning around to head back in the direction we came from, but another one was pulling onto the end of that street as well. He paused, spinning in a circle trying to find us a way out. “This way, this way.” He said, moving towards the fence on the opposite side of us.

             “You go. I’ll hold them off.” Sam said, pushing me towards Dean, making me trip and fall, right into Dean’s arms.

             “What are you talking about? They’ll catch you.” Dean said.

             “Look, they can’t hold me. Just go, keep out of sight. Meet me at Rebecca’s.” He said, motioning for us to move. Dean had ushered me over to the fence, his hands on my waist, lifting me up to get over the fence. “Stay out of the sewers.” Dean was up and coming over the fence now, hand on my arm to guide me away. “I mean it. Take care of her.”

             “Yeah, yeah!” Dean yelled back, pushing me ahead of him and out of the backyard we had climbed into. I could hear the police cornering Sam back behind us.

             “Don’t move! Keep your hands where I can see them!”

             “Come on, Princess. Let’s find somewhere to lay low for the night.” He said, guiding me down the road and to a motel we had seen a few blocks down. He led me into the lobby, leading me to a chair in the corner. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.” I nodded at him, but didn’t speak. He just sighed before walking off to get us a room. I took in the lobby of the motel I was sitting in, pale red walls, pink plastic chairs, a yellow phone sitting on the desk. Soon enough, Dean was coming back to get me. “They only had one room left, a single. I’ll sleep on the floor.” He said, helping me stand up, but again I didn’t say anything. He led me out of the motel and down the row of doors till we reached our room, unlocking it, then holding the door open for me to go in first.

             The first thing I noticed was, like he said, the single bed, sat right in the middle of the room, up against the wall. The second thing was the small fridge, sitting right on top of a very suspicious looking stain on the carpet. Dean brushed past me, walking up to the small round table and sitting down at one of the two chairs in the corner.

             “You probably want a shower.” He said. “I can run down the road and grab you some clean clothes while you’re in there, if you want.” He was trying, so hard, I could tell, but I just couldn’t make myself respond to him.

             ‘You’re closing yourself off to him.’

             ‘I don’t mean to. I’m trying.’

             ‘Breathe.’ She said to me.

             ‘I am.’

             ‘No, Freya, darling, breathe him in. Take in his scent. Smell him. It will help.’ Her words confused me, but I didn’t question what she was saying.

             “What?” Dean asked, he could tell I had been talking to her again. Instead of answering him, I made my way, slowly, across the room to stand in front of him, closing my eyes tightly. “Are you okay?” He asked quietly.

             “Don’t move.” I told him. With that, I leaned closer to him and took a deep breath. At first, all I could smell was the gross, damp motel room and the sweat on our skin, but slowly, leather and pine started to make it’s way into the air. Dean. It really was him, sitting here in front of me. I couldn’t stop myself as soon as his scent hit my nose. I crawled into his lap, burying my head in his neck, my arms wrapping around him and I just let go. Sobs tore through my body as his arms came up to hold me close to him. He didn’t say anything, he just held me as I cried, running his hand up and down my back, pressing kisses to my hair. I don’t know how long we stayed like that before I was able to get my crying under control, but he was patient with me.

             “Can you tell me what happened?” He asked me, causing me to tense again. “Please. I need to understand what happened.” He begged me. I couldn’t deny him that. I needed to tell him.

             “He was stronger than I expected. We fought for a minute, but he ended up knocking me out. When I woke up, he had me chained up to that pole. I…” I trailed off, tears stinging my eyes again. “When I first woke up, he was with Sam. I could hear them talking… then he came into the room I was in, talking about you and what you think about me… then he…” I paused, my breath catching in my throat.

             “Shhhh… you’re safe now, you’re safe.” He whispered, running his hand down my hair. “What did he do?”

             “He… ummm.. He ripped my shirt open… and then he… he touched me… He squeezed me… he hurt me…” I said, tears escaping my eyes again. “I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t make him stop…” I cried out, willing my body to stop shaking. I could feel the anger in Dean’s body as I spoke, but he kept himself in check.

             “Did he do anything else?”

             “No, he didn’t get a chance to. Valkyrie made him quit.” I told him.

             “What do you mean?”

             “I don’t know how, but she took over, like she was controlling me and I was just along for the ride.” He pulled back and looked into my eyes at that, worry clouding his features.

             “Can she do it whenever she wants?”

             ‘No. Only when you let me, or when you and yours are in grave danger.’ She whispered in my mind, so I relayed the message to him.

             ‘Can I speak to him?’

             “She wants to talk to you.” I could see the hesitation in his eyes, but he nodded his head, regardless. I lowered my head, closing my eyes before I let her take control, just like I had in the sewers.

             “Hello, Dean.”

             “Val.”

             “You don’t need to fear me. I wouldn’t ever hurt our mate.”

             “It’s not me, I’m concerned about.” He replied.

             “Let me explain. Freya and I, we are the same. Two souls combined in one body. Her needs and wants are my needs and wants and vise versa. If she dies, I die. If I burn, she burns. We are one. But that is not why I wanted to speak to you.”

             “What is it?” I felt him sit up a little straighter.

             “The shapeshifter, he really scared her. But it’s your scent that calms her. Your likeness may have been what caused her pain and distress, but only you can get her through this. Be patient with her. She needs you now more than ever.”

             “My scent?”

             “She can explain. Promise me you’ll take care of her.” He nodded at her words. “Use your words. Promise me.” She said, a little more harshly to him.

             “I promise. I will take care of her.” His voice was hard, determined. With a nod, my head dropped and Val moved to the back of my mind again. It was almost like I could see her curling up in my head, like a puppy getting ready for sleep.

             “I’m so sorry.” I told him, lifting my head back up to look at him. I was almost afraid of what I would see there.

             “Don’t be sorry, Princess.” He began. “She’s just worried about you, same as I am.” He shifted beneath me. “How about that shower?” He asked. Nodding, I stood up off of his lap. He stood up as well, going to head to the door.

             “Where are you going?” I asked him.

             “Just to get us something clean to wear. I’ll be right back. 10 minutes.”

             “Yeah, okay.” I said, sitting down on the bed.  

             “Why don’t you head to the shower while I’m out?”

             “No. No, I’ll wait for you.” I told him. He looked, tilting his head a little before he nodded, slipping out of the door and closing it behind him. I sat there, stuck in my head while I waited for him to come back. It’s crazy how something simple as your sense of smell can change everything for you. I wasn’t scared of Dean. No, I knew he would do anything to keep me safe, but I was scared of what would have happened if Val hadn’t of taken over like she did. I was mad at myself for letting me get caught in that situation in the first place. One thing is for sure, I needed to get better at hand to hand combat. I needed to ask the boys to train me. Help me understand how to defend myself better. Claws, fangs and brute strength could only get me so far, as tonight proved. I was still in the same position when he got back, my instincts driving me as I lunged, knocking him into the door, my arm braced across his throat.

             “It’s me, Freya. It’s me.” He said. His scent hit me as soon as he finished talking and I jerked back, dropping him in place.

             “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” I repeated over and over to him, falling back against the bed and onto the floor. I pulled my knees into my chest, wrapping my arms around myself.

             “Princess, it’s okay. I’m okay. Look.” He said, taking my hand, placing it over his heart on his chest. I could feel the warmth seeping into my palm and I could feel his heart beating into my hand.

             “I’m sorry.”

             “It’s okay, everything is okay.” He said, standing up and pulling me up with him. “Let’s get you in that shower now.” He told me, guiding me to the bathroom. He sat me down on the toilet before turning the water on, getting it hot enough before turning to leave. My hand shot out, bragging him by the wrist before he could leave, but as soon as I touched him, I dropped his hand again.

             “I’m sorry.” I whispered.

             “What do you need, princess? Tell me.”

             “Don’t leave me…” I whispered back. He paused for a moment before he nodded. He seemed to know exactly what I needed as he reached down to pull Sam’s shirt up and over my head, before he knelt down on the floor in front of me. He reached up, unbuttoning my jeans before pulling them down my legs. His eyes stayed on mine the whole time, being respectful of my boundaries, but also making sure he was being attentive. He opened the curtain and helped me into the shower before closing it behind me. I made a move to stop him, but he spoke up, cutting me off.

             “I’m just getting undressed. I’m not going anywhere.” He assured me. I could hear his clothes hitting the ground before the curtain opened back up and he joined me. He ushered me forward under the water, stepping right up behind me. His arms came around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. I could feel myself relaxing into him the longer we stood there. He eventually pulled away, reaching up to grab the shampoo, squeezing out enough before putting it back. His hands made their way up, massaging the shampoo into my hair, kneading his fingers into my scalp. When he was done, he gently turned me around, tilting my head back so he could wash the shampoo out. Next he grabbed the soap, palming it in his hand before he began to lather my skin. When he reached my chest, though, I couldn’t help but freeze, remembering the pain that the shapeshifter inflicted on me.

             “I’m not going to hurt you.” He whispered.

             “Dean…” I started, trailing off. I was having a hard time telling him what I needed. What I needed from him.

             “What is it, Princess.”

             “I need you to do something for me.”

             “Anything.” And I could tell that he meant it. In that moment, he truly meant it. If I wanted him to go out, right now, and rip the spine out of that shapeshifter, he would find a way to do it. If I asked him to get on his knees and wash my feet, he’d do it. He’d do it for me.

             “I need you to erase his memory.”

             “What do you mean?”

             “What he did…” I trailed off. “I need you to replace it. I need to know your hands, not his. I need to know how you feel, not him.” I said, tears stinging my eyes again. He turned me around to face him cupping my face before he leaned down, pressing his lips to mine. This kiss was different than the others we had shared. It wasn't hot or demanding or needy, it was sweet and caring. It was gentle. 

                        “Show me what you need.” he said, pulling back from the kiss. I nodded, leaning up to kiss him again as I gripped his wrist, moving his hand down my neck and over my collar bone. I broke the kiss is his hand reached my chest. 

                        “Here,” I told him, holding his hand across my breast. “He squeezed so hard, it hurt so bad…” I trailed off. He didn't say anything, not at first, just stared down at me in quiet contemplation for a moment before he spoke.

                         “Do you trust me?” 

                         “Completely.” I answered him. He nodded his head before he reached around me to turn off the water, pulling the curtain back and guiding me to get out of the shower. He grabbed one of the towels, wrapping it around my body before drying himself off, leaving his towel in the bathroom. He guided me into the room, pushing me towards the bed.

“Lay down for me.” He said, his hands only leaving me to help up on the bed, following me before settling above me once I reached the pillows. “If you want to stop, for any reason, at all, you say the word and this ends.” he told me, pushing my hair back from my face. I nodded at him, lifting my hands to cup his face and bring him down to me. His weight was comfortable, safe, as he laid on top of me, his scent surrounding me, calming my broken mind. His kisses were still sweet as he moved his lips against mine, never taking more than I would give him. Pulling away, he trailed his lips across my cheek and down my neck, nipping and sucking at the soft flesh below my ear. It shot heat straight through my body, making me arch against him. Once again, his hand found my body, starting at the top of the towel, where it was tied together. Pulling back, he looked at me, hand resting on the towel, waiting for me to say yes or no before he moved.  

“I’m okay.” I whispered, moving my own hands up to help me undo the towel. It fell away from my body, falling open against the bed under us.  

“Beautiful...” He whispered against the skin of my neck, his tongue darting out to lick up a drop of water left over from the shower. His hand found it’s way to my hip, fingers trailing fire along my skin as he moved higher. When he reached his destination, he pulled back. “Here?” He asked, palming my breast in his large, calloused palm. I nodded my head as he started to move, his hand gently kneading the skin, thumb brushing over my nipple. He was so gentle in his actions that I almost started crying again. He pulled back from my neck to look at me again. “Okay?”  

“Okay.” I whispered back, arching against him again when his thumb swept over me again. He bent down, attaching his lips to my throat, before moving lower, leaving kisses and nips across my collarbones until he reached the valley between my breasts. He left open-mouthed kisses, trailing the skin with his tongue before he made his way to my right nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud before sucking it into his mouth. I couldn’t keep in the sounds that made their way out of my mouth, my back once again arching into him, seeking everything he was willing to give me. His thigh moved between my legs, pressing up against my core as he continued his ministrations.  

“So sensitive...” he said, pulling back to move to the other side, not wanting to neglect it. “I wonder if I can make you cum, just from this?” He wondered out loud to himself. When he sucked my other nipple into his mouth, causing my back to arch again, it made me grind down on his thigh, shooting pleasure through my entire body. I let out a moan at that, my body deciding to repeat the motion before I could even comprehend what was happening. “There you go, good girl.” He whispered, gripping my hip with his free hand, guiding me to move along his thigh. “Take what you need.” I found his lips on mine again as I kissed him, but this time, I let my desperation leak into it. His tongue made it’s way into my mouth, licking deep as it caressed mine. I didn’t know if I was doing it right, but when I sucked on his tongue, the deep groan it pulled from his chest fueled my actions. I could feel the tension building in my lower stomach, the knot was tightening and I was so close to coming undone when he pulled away. “You’re doing so good for me.” He whispered, his mouth finding my nipple again right as that band snapped. Sounds I never knew I could make had left me, my hands gripping his shoulders as I saw stars. I’ve had orgasms before, but never one given to me by someone else. I couldn’t even begin to explain how intense the moment was as he helped guide me through my high. When I slumped back limply against the mattress, he leaned down, kissed me softly before brushing the hair away from my face. “That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” He said to me before helping me get the towel out from under me, cleaning me up and raising to get the clothes he had picked up for us. He helped me get dressed, sliding my shirt over my arms, pulling my underwear up my legs before he threw on a pair of boxers. I pulled back the covers, motioning him to join me, and as we settled I turned to him.  

“What about you?” I asked him, concerned that I had gotten off, but he was left unsatisfied.  

“What about me?”  

“You didn’t... you know.” I gestured down to his legs but he understood what I meant.  

“This wasn’t about me. I’m perfectly fine.”  

“Are you sure?”  

“Sleep, princess.” He said with a kiss to my hair. I swear, I don’t know what it is about this man, but it was like my whole body heard his command and was just like, sure, okay, yeah. I fell asleep before I even fully settled against him. 

The next morning, I woke up, reaching out for Dean, but the bed was cold. Raising my head, I found a note on the bedside table, written in Dean’s messy handwriting. 

‘Princess, I know Sam told me not too, and you’re probably going to be really mad at me for it, but I went back to the sewers to find this son of a bitch. I didn’t want to wake you or make you go back down there with me after everything that happened. You don’t need that kind of shit. I got this. I’ll be back before you know it.’ 

‘I’m gonna kill him.’ 

‘He’s doing what he thinks he needs to, to protect you.’ 

‘I’m still gonna kill him.’ I jumped up, throwing on the clothes he had left and rushed out the door, following his scent that still lingered in the air.  I really need to get myself a cell phone... I followed his scent until it led me to the same manhole cover I had pulled up yesterday, but just as I was about to go down it, I heard voices coming up from inside.  

“Rebecca?” Dean’s voice called out. “What happened?” I could hear her crying and the rustling of what sounded like rope coming up through the opening. 

“I was walking home, and everything just went white. Someone hit me over the head, and I wound up here just in time to see that thing turn into me. I don’t know, how is that even possible?” She asked him.  

“Okay, okay. It’s okay.” Dean told her, the sound of ropes hitting the ground reached my ears. “Come on. Can you walk?” There was a pause before he spoke again. “Okay, we’ve gotta hurry. Sam went to see you.” The sound of their foot steps got louder as the reached the opening of the manhole. Rebecca was up first, noticing me as I offered her my hand to help her out.  

“Are you okay?” I asked her, hoping he didn’t do to her, what he did to me.  

“Yeah, I’m okay.” She answered me.  

“Did he...” I trailed off, having a hard time finding the right words. Dean was up out of the manhole and watching our interaction.  

“Did he touch you?” Dean finished for me. I shot him a grateful look before turning back to her.  

“No, no he didn’t touch me.” I let out a sigh of relief as she spoke. Good.  

“We need to move.” I spoke up, turning back to Rebecca. “How far to your house?” I asked her.

Reaching Rebecca’s house, I could hear the shapeshifter speaking to Sam in the house, taking off running, leaving Dean and Rebecca outside.  

“I must say, I will be sorry to lose this skin. Your brother’s got a lot of good qualities. You should really appreciate him more than you do.” I heard him pause as I snuck into the room. “Cheers.” I could hear a scuffle break out in the house, signaling a fight. “Oh, you son of a bitch. Not bad little brother.”  

“You’re not him.” Sam’s voice echoed out.  

“Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass.” the Shapeshifter said. I decided to make my presence known then, stepping into the room. “Well would you look at that.” He said with a grin, turning towards me. “Just couldn’t stay away, could you?” His arrogant tone completely contradicting any tone that Dean had ever spoken to me with.  

“You know where you made your mistake?” I asked him, keeping his attention on me as Dean snuck into the room behind him.  

“What’s that, doll?” He asked, stepping over an almost unconscious Sam, making his way towards me. 

“You touched me.” I growled out, flashing my eyes as Dean stood up behind him. 

“Hey!” He yells out, causing the Shapeshifter to turn around. Before he could even make a move, Dean had sunk two shots straight into his chest, knocking him back into the wall and onto the floor. 

“Sam!” Rebecca yelled, rushing over to him, cradling his head in her lap. Dean made his way over to me, cradling my head in his hands turning it back and forth for a second, before nodding to himself before he walked over to the dead shapeshifter, looking down at him. I joined him, noticing the necklace he had taken from Dean. I reached down, yanking it from around his neck before going to check on Sam.  

“Sasquatch?” I asked, placing my hand on his shoulder. “You alive?”  

“Fuck you, shortcake.” He wheezed out with a laugh.  

“Fuck me? That’s not very nice, Samuel.” I told him, relieved he was okay enough to joke with me. It was over, at least for now, and we all made it out alive. Grabbing his arm, I hauled him up, bracing him against my shoulder. “Jesus Christ you’re heavy.” I joked with him. He really wasn’t heavy, at all, and I had no problem hauling him outside to the Impala, but his small laugh followed by a groan of pain was totally worth it.  

“Are you calling me fat, Freya? Now who’s not being very nice?”  

“Can it, Winchester.” I said, helping him out of the house and down the steps, Dean and Rebecca right on our trail.  

“Are they always like this?” She asked Dean.  

“Worse.” He joked, laughing a little when I flipped him off over my shoulder.  

“Can I ask you a question?”  

“What is it?”  

“Is she...” She began. “Is she like him?” I heard her ask him. She must have been talking about the shapeshifter.  

“She’s nothing like him.” Dean all but growled out at her.  

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean be offensive, she just... her eyes.”  

“She’s not a monster, Rebecca. She’s special. She has such a beautiful soul, you have no idea.”  

“If she has someone like you, defending her like this, I think I can kind of grasp the idea.” She said as we reached the Impala.  

“I’m going to put you in the backseat, Sasquatch, so you can lay down, okay?” He nodded as Dean opened the door for me to lay him down. Once I got him situated, Dean opened the passenger door for me to slide in. He said something else to Rebecca, but I was too focused on Sam to listen in. Once he got in, he started the car and drove us back to the motel we stayed at last night. We got Sam in and on the bed, housekeeping thankfully had come in and changed the sheets while we were gone.  

“Can you get the first aid kit?” I asked Dean as I got Sam’s shirt off, heading into the bathroom to get a towel and washrag to clean him up. One thing the boys didn’t know about me, is that I had studied nursing before I was homeless. I never because a certified nurse, but I knew my way around the medical field well enough. Dean brought in the first aid kit from the car, opening it and laying it on the bed next to me.  

“What can I do to help?” He asked me.  

“Take this,” I said, handing him the damp cloth. “Clean the blood off of his face. I need to see how bad those cuts on his eyebrow and lip are.” I told him. He didn’t question me, like I expected him to, just got straight to work. Sam had passed out on the bed, exhausted by the day's events as we worked, but the sting of the alcohol pads I used woke him up with a hiss. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m almost done.” I told him, pushing him back down onto the mattress. He stayed awake the rest of the time, idly chatting with Dean as I worked. I wasn’t paying attention to them, focused on the job in front of me. He ended up needing 2 stitches in his eyebrow, but his lip would be fine.  

“Okay, all done.” I told him, clipping the last stitch.  

“Where did you learn how to do all of this?” Sam asked.  

“I studied nursing at Duke for a little bit before everything.” He seemed shocked at my words.  

“Before...” He said, pausing and thinking to himself. “How did you get into Duke before you turned 18?” Dean had perked up at that, intently listening to our conversation now.  

“I graduated high school at 15, got into Duke at 16, and then when everything happened when I turned 18, I couldn’t stay in school anymore.” I explained.  

“Oh, so you’re like... smart, smart.” Sam said, chuckling to himself.  

“Shut up, Mr. I got a 174 of my LSAT at Stanford.” I joked back.  

“Nerds.” Came Dean’s voice, making both Sam and I laugh.  

“You’re calling us nerds?” I asked him, disbelief coloring my tone. “You’re the one who compared the connection between you and Mr. Dead dude to a Vulcan Mind Meld.” Sam started laughing when Dean’s face turned red at my words.  

“What else was I supposed to call it?” He asked with a scoff. Glaring at us, but there was nothing but amusement in his eyes.  

“I don’t know, but calling us nerds after that...” I trailed off, joking with him, but he just lunged at me, pulling me into him and tickling me. “Get the fuck off me, you fucking neanderthal!” I yelled at him, scrambling away from his fingers, laughing so hard I was almost crying at that point. “Sam! Help me!” I cried, my pleas going ignored.  

“You’re on your own, shortcake.” He laughed out. “I’m injured.”  

“Assholes!” I laughed as Dean finally ceased his assault, kissing me on the forehead before he rolled off me, where we had fallen onto the floor.  

“Time for bed, kids.” Dean said, getting up, pulling me with him.  

“Kids?” I scoffed at him. “I’m like 2 years younger than you, and I’m older than the living tree, lying on our bed.” It didn’t even register to me what I had said as he raised an eyebrow at me.  

“Our bed, huh?” He joked, making my cheeks heat up as I dropped my head.  

“Oh god.... What did you guys do? Fuck you, I’m not sleeping here. Give me the fucking keys. You guys are gross.”  

“Nothing happened, Sammy, calm down.” Dean told him.  

“It’s too cold for you to sleep outside, Sam, lay your ass back down. You need to rest.”  

“You take the other side, Princess, I’ll lay here.” He said, pointing to the floor right next to where he wanted me to lay.  

“Are you sure?” I asked, I was more than okay with sleeping on the floor, but he just nodding, shushing me up with a kiss.  

“I’m sure.”   

“So, this is what you do?” Rebecca asked. We were at her house the next morning, getting ready to head out. “You and your brother, his girlfriend – you hunt down these kinds of things?” No one bothered to correct her and tell her I wasn’t his girlfriend.  

“Yeah, pretty much.”  

“I can’t believe it. I mean, I saw it with my own eyes. And, I mean, does everybody at school – Nobody knows that you do this?”  

“No.”  

“Did Jessica know?” She asked him. I could feel the sadness coming off him at that question, but he kept his expression light.  

“No, she didn’t.” He answered her.  

“Must be lonely.”  

“Oh, no. No, it’s not so bad.” He said, turning to glance back at us before turning back to her. “Anyway, what can I do? It’s my family.” She laughed at his words, but they made something warm wrap around my heart and settle in my chest.  

“Well, you know, Zack and me, and everybody at school – we really miss you.” She said, reaching up to pull him into a hug.  

“Yeah, me too.” He said, pulling away from her. 

“Well, will you call sometime?” She asked.  

“It might not be for a little while.” He told her. She nodded, waving to Dean and I. We both waved back at her as Sam joined us back at the car, walking around to the passenger side. 

“So, what about your friend, Zack?” Dean asked.  

“Cops are blaming this Dean Winchester guy for Emily’s murder.” He said, leaning his elbows against the roof of the car. “They found the murder weapon in the guy’s lair, Zack’s clothes stained with her blood. Now they’re thinking maybe the surveillance tape was tampered with. Yeah, Becca says Zack will be released soon.” He smiled at us before getting in the car. Dean winked at me as he opened my door for me before settling in the front seat, starting up the car and driving away. We had reached the outskirts of town before Dean spoke up again.  

“Sorry, man.”  

“About what?” Sam asked. 

“I really wish things could be different, you know? I wish you could just be... Joe College.”  

“No, that’s okay. You know, the truth is, even at Stanford, deep down, I never really fit in.”  

“Well, that’s cause you’re a freak.” Dean said with a smirk.  

“Yeah, thanks.” Sam said sarcastically.  

“Well, I’m a freak too. I’m right there with you, all the way.” He said, making Sam laugh.  

“Yeah, I know you are.”  

“Freya is definitely a freak.” He said laughing a little.  

“You wish...” I trailed off, winking at him in the rearview mirror, causing him to smirk at me.  

“You know, I gotta say – I'm sorry I’m gonna miss it.”  

“Miss what?”  

“How many chances am I gonna have to see my own funeral?” He said flashing a smile at Sam.  

“Fucking weirdo.” I mumbled with a small smile, just loud enough for him to hear, barking out a laugh as he pushed his foot down on the accelerator. 

[maddiehu7]

My angel | Castiel |

Chapter 1

"Hey Bobby the phones ringing!" I shout from another room

"Well then answer idgit!" He shouts back I roll my eyes getting up from my comfortable position on the couch walking over to the phone picking it up I see a random number but answer it anyway

"Who is this?" I question suspiciously

"Mia? Mia listen to me" I hear none other than my dead brother speak i stare ahead in shock for minute starting to tear up before realizing it's probably a demon or shapeshifter

"This isn't funny call again and I'll kill you" I say angrily hanging up the phone

"Who was it?" Bobby asks coming into the room but when he sees me crying he comes over concerned

"Hey kid what's wrong" he says in the most gentle voice he could

"Some demon pretending to be Dean called...it was so nice to hear his voice" I say sniffling

"I'm sorry" Bobby says pulling me into a hug which makes me cry more melting into him.

It's been a couple hours since my meltdown and I'm back to sitting on the couch watching tv well Bobby's in the kitchen making something when I hear a knock at the door

"Really again I have to get up" I sigh out but stand up regardless heading to the door

"Wh-" I start to say stopping when I see my brother at the door smiling at me

"Surprise" he says

"I-I don't..." I stutter out but he interrupts me

"Yeah me neither but here I am" he says walking in I slowly grab the silver knife behind me slashing at him with it but he catches my arm putting it behind my back

"Mia!" He shouts but I swing back hitting him in the face

"Mia! It's me!" He says groaning stumbling backwards

"Hey what the hell is going on" Bobby runs in but stops when he sees Dean

"My ass" I say back to Dean speed walking towards him

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait!" He says pushing a chair infront of him holding his hand out I go to push it out of the way but Bobby stops me looking at Dean curiously

"Your name is Mia Elizabeth Winchester your 23 and your my sister our dads John Winchester" he says speedily

"Anyone could know that" I spit back

"Um....ok ok you've never had a boyfriend because dad, me, and Sam wouldn't let you,  um you love books, you rebellious like Sam but worse never following dads orders but staying anyway Because of me, um the scars on your left arm there from-" but I stop him moving the chair reaching out and touching his shoulder he smiles but I go to swing the knife again Bobby pulling me back again Dean swiping the knife from my hands

"I'm not a shapeshifter!" Dean yells

"Then your a revenant!" I yell from Bobby's arms

"Alright if I was either would I do this with a silver knife?" He says pulling up his sleep cutting himself I look at him bewildered that he's not in pain

"Dean?" I say starting to tear up

"That's what I've been trying to tell you" he says smiling walking towards me I immediately pull him into a tight him starting to ball

"Hey hey it's ok" Dean says laughing slightly with relief I just hug him tighter hearing his voice and finally hugging him again after all this time, I pull back after a minute tears still falling down my cheeks Dean smiling swiping them away meanwhile he tears up a bit himself

"It's-it's good to see you" I say sniffling

"Yeah, You to" Dean says coughing subtly wiping his tears

"Hey I'm here you know" Bobby says from the side me and Dean laughing Dean going over and hugging Bobby

"How'd did you bust out?" Bobby says pulling back confused

"I don't know I just uh woke up in a pine box-" Dean speaks but gets interrupted by Bobby throwing holy water on him

"I'm not a demon either you know" he says spitting water out I laugh

"Sorry, can't be to careful" Bobby shrugs

"So tell us everything" I say looking at him expectingly

~~time skip~~

“That don't make a lick of sense" Bobby says confused walking into the living room

"Yeah your preaching to the choir" Dean says back me and him following Bobby

"Dean your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop, and you've been buried four months even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit” Bobby says

"I know, I should look like a thriller video reject" Dean sighs saying what everyone was thinking

"What do you remember?" I question carefully

"Not much, I remember I was a hellhounds chew toy...and then lights out then I come to six feet under that was it" he says looking away from us I look at him sadly

"Sam's numbers not working hes-uh- he's not..."

"Oh he's alive as far as we know" Bobby says easing deans worries

"Yeah just up and left me though in a time of need but yeah he's alive" I say rolling my eyes

"What?" Dean looks at me confused

"Oh yeah I lost both brothers it was real fun" I say with fake enthusiasm Dean just looks at me sorrily

"These months haven't been exactly easy, you know for him or us...we had to bury you" Bobby says looking at Dean

"Why did you bury me anyway?"

"We wanted you salted and burned- usual drill- but Sam wouldn't have it" I sigh out

"Well I'm glad he won that one" Dean says looking down at himself

"He said you'd need a body when he got you back home somehow that's about all he said" I say

"What do you mean?" Dean asks confused

"He was quiet...real quiet, then he just took of wouldn't return our calls we tried to find him but he didn't want to be found" i say looking down still missing him even though I'm beyond pissed he left me

"Oh damn it Sammy" Dean groans out

"What?" Bobby questions

"Oh he got be home ok but whatever he did it is bad mojo" Dean says looking at me and Bobby

"What makes you so sure?" I question

"You should have seen the grave site it was like a nuke went off then there was this-this force, this presence, this I don't know but it-it blew past me at a fill up joint...and then this" Dean says taking off his coat lifting up his shirt sleeve I come over curiously

"What in the hell?!" I say blown away by the handprint in bedded in deans shoulder

"What in the hell is right" Bobby says looking incredulously at the mark

"Yeah it's like a demon just yanked me out or rid me out" Dean shrugs

"But why?" I say confused

"To hold up there end of the bargain" Dean grits out

"You think Sam made a deal?" I say nervously

"It only makes sense” Dean says looking at me

"Fuck" I sigh out running my hands through my hair

[goest-and-fuckest-thyself]

Okay, I’m ready to run away now

[supernaturalsbtch]

Would anyone be interested in a castiel x OC story? The story would be based in season 4 when Castiel is first introduced. I've tried looking at other seasons and episodes to see a different time that I could introduce my OC but didn't like any where else. So, season 4 it is. But instead of my girl being related to the Winchesters or knowing them her whole life like how most stories are, she is instead a friend of Pamela's. Pamela calls her to help with a seance that contacts Castiel. My girl is actually a witch of some kind and helps Pam whenever she is in need of it. This is where She gets involved with the Winchesters and Castiel. Over time feelings are discovered and what not lol. So let me know what ya'll think of a story like this :D I wouldn't write every episodes unless the are really important to the relationship of Cass' and my girl. I also would probably add/change somethings in the story just to spice things up.

Can't wait to see how ya'll feel about it!

[welldonebeca]

Stupid Squeeze (3)

WC: 1.7k word Warnings: Size difference. Smut. Semi-public sex. Degrading kink. Body worship. Breeding kink. Praising kink. Multiple orgasms. Overstimulation. Aftercare. Don't be like Lily, don't trust strangers like that.

Lily whined when she felt some tugging by her side as Sam left, feeling stuffed to the brim with his cum.

No one had ever filled her so much, no cock had ever been so deep inside her.

She followed the hand, moaning as she sat down and the cum started leaking, but it had no time to escape her.

Dean's cock was inside her before she could even identify his presence, but Lily was quick to toss her arms onto his shoulders when he sought her lips for a kiss.

They were going to spoil her for any other men, Sam and Dean.

He pulled back, kissing his way down her neck.

"Missed me already?" he chuckled against her skin.

Lily whined.

Fuck, he was so big.

Sam was big, but Dean... Dean was so thick. It was as if she hadn't even had a cock in her, he was stretching her so much.

"My brother made you all messy, I see," he squeezed her waist. "Hear how slippery your pussy is?"

Dean held her in place, pulling back, and trusted sloppily into her.

Fuck, the squelching of her cum filled cunt was the most vulgar thing she could have heard.

They were going to spoil her for any other men, Sam and Dean.

He pulled back, kissing his way down her neck.

"Missed me already?" he chuckled against her skin.

Lily whined.

Fuck, he was so big.

Sam was big, but Dean... Dean was so thick. It was as if she hadn't even had a cock in her, he was stretching her so much.

"My brother made you all messy, I see," he squeezed her waist. "Hear how slippery your pussy is?"

Dean held her in place, pulling back, and trusted sloppily into her.

Fuck, the squelching of her cum filled cunt was the most vulgar thing she could have heard.

"You're just a drippy slut," he chuckled, and she whined.

Gosh, their mouths!

"Dean," she moaned.

He moved back, biting her lower lip.

"You're so fucking used," he moaned darkly, his cock fucking her very slowly. "Wanted us so much you didn't even mind getting into a car to have it."

He took one hand from her waist and grabbed her shirt, pulling it down until her tits were exposed, and she moaned when he put his mouth on her nipple, sucking and biting on it.

"Dean," she moaned, feeling her mind cloudy.

"So bouncy and eager," he moved his hips under her, very lazy.

He grabbed her hips again, and each time their hips met, he made sure to have her tits bouncing.

"You're so soft," he praised. "Those thick thighs, round ass... big tits."

She whined, his teeth brushing against her skin.

"Sweet soft belly, just waiting to get round when we knock you up."

Lily moaned.

Fuck, the idea of getting bred by them shouldn't make her so fucking horny and stupid.

"Look at those tits, Sam," Dean chuckled. "It's like a real-life porn star."

Her face burned in embarrassment.

No one had ever desired her so much.

Sam pushed his fingers into her hair, pulling her head back.

"Our little porn star," Dean hummed, eyes setting on hers. "Maybe we could keep you."

She moaned.

"Yes," she cried. "Keep me."

One night and Lily was spoiled for any other man forever.

"Dean," Sam panted. "We shouldn't."

Was he touching himself?

Dean slammed her down again, and her eyes almost crossed.

"Or we can pay little visits," he added. "Watch as your belly grows."

Her cunt fluttered.

God, fuck...

She was going to cum again.

"Then when that baby is born, we can snatch you up and breed you again."

Lily couldn't keep her eyes open anymore, tossing her head back and crying out as she fucking came just from his cock and his words.

"Look at that," Dean grunted. "She loves it, Sammy. She wants it so, so much-"

He took his hand down, bouncing her just a little bit as his hand moved to her clit, rubbing her fast.

"Dean," she cried.

He moved her quickly, laying her on the seat and lifting her leg, fucking her fast and hard as his finger tortured her, and she couldn't do more than cry, and gasped when Sam shoved his lips into her mouth.

"Shut up," he hissed. "Shut up and take it, stupid squeeze."

Lily wouldn't know where her first orgasm ended and the one right after began, but Dean's was triggered by it.

If Sam hadn't gotten his cum all the way into her womb, then Dean was absolutely doing so.

She was so fucking dizzy as he pulled out, so very slowly, and Sam's lips abandoned her.

She heard so movement and felt him getting her top back to place before he pulled back.

"Hey," Dean panted. "You got any more trail mix?"

She opened her eyes, a little whiny.

Trail mix?

Sam scoffed.

"I have wet wipes and water. We'll have to find food somewhere else."

Lily pouted.

What, no cuddling?

Well... not like there was much space for cuddling in the car.

A hand caressed her thigh and pulled her feet, and she looked forward to find Sam sitting in front of her, and sighed when he started massaging her feet.

"What do you say, baby girl?" Dean spoke. "We can take you for some very late night dinner."

She thought in silence for a moment.

Oh, food would feel good.

As long as she didn't have to get up, right?

"Where to?"

Sam grinned in the dark, and she could feel the car coming to life under her.

"How about some drive-in?" Dean chuckled. "Cause your clothes aren't really appropriate anymore."

Lily looked down at herself.

Her top was alright, but her skirt was just ripped, yeah. No way she could get out of the car without flashing the world.

And yet, all she could do was giggle.

"I'm in."

Sam reached for her, caressing her cheek.

"We'll take you back to your place once you are fed and dehydrated, sweet girl," he told her, very calmly, nothing like the man who had just fucked her stupid. "I have a shirt you can take, I'm sure it'll look enough like a dress and we will walk you to your door." She smiled. He was so sweet.

"Alright."

Sam continued to rub and massage her feet as Dean drove away, and she was grateful when he tossed something over her legs when they approached a lit-up area.

"So, little flower, what can we treat you with?" he asked.

She looked up. Was that Mcdonald's he was driving to? Nice.

"A cheeseburger, fries and a soda, please."

"I think the water would be better," Sam pointed.

Lily pouted.

What? Water?!

But he reached for her, petting her chin.

"If you are a good girl, then you'll drink water," he told her. "You need to rehydrate."

Dean got her both.

Lily had to sit down to eat, and her eyes widened the moment a blob of cum leaked from inside her.

Gosh, why did she feel like she would be feeling them in her for days?

"The seat has seen worse," Dean passed her the bag with food. "Don't worry."

Sam scowled a little to himself.

"Thank you," she opened the bag. "You guys didn't need to do this."

Dean shook his head.

"That's the bare minimum," he scoffed.

Sam reached for her, squeezing her knee.

"What Dean means is that you deserve to be treated well," he told her. "You just indulged us, and it is our turn to pamper you."

Her face burned.

"Thank you," she mumbled.

Lily bit her lower lip, picking up a fry.

"Hm..." she bit the tip of it. "I do have a question for you two."

Sam rubbed her knee.

"Yes?"

"When you were dirty talking..." she spoke slowly.

They said a lot of things. Called her a lot of things.

"Did you not like it?" Dean asked.

"No," she shook her head. "I mean. Yes. I liked it. Sam, stupid squeeze... amazing."

He chuckled.

"Thank you," he smiled. "I thought of it on the spot."

Lily sipped her water.

"But did you mean it?" she asked.

Sam softened by her side.

"We don't think you're stupid," he told her. "Or a slut."

"Or a dumb whore," Dean added.

She squirmed, the words affecting her a bit.

"Thanks," she mumbled. "But... hm... the other bit?"

Dean turned around to look at her, a bit confused.

His eyes widened suddenly.

"Oh," Sam gasped.

The car fell into silence for a moment.

"We don't want to kidnap you," Dean said quickly. "Or hurt you."

She snorted out, laughing.

Well, that was a good thing, she didn't want to be stuck in a car with two men who intended to kidnap her.

"Well, and?" she asked.

Sam bit his lower lip.

"I... hm..." he spoke slowly. "Well... would it be bad if I meant it a little bit?"

His eyes traced her body, and she giggled.

"It was caveman brain," he assured her. "I just..."

"Yeah," Dean agreed.

She giggled.

"Well, don't throw me in the trunk, but maybe we could go out for coffee tomorrow?" she proposed.

They were very nice men. Fun to be around, interesting and hot.

And there were two of them!

Where else would she find such a good pair of specimens?

Sam looked at her, interested.

"Maybe-"

Dean cleared his throat.

"Sam, the business trip was supposed to last until today," he reminded him.

Lily looked at them.

Oh, yes. They were from out of town.

"But we can stretch it a little," Dean added, looking a little cheeky. "We won't be missed until after the weekend."

Helen relaxed, resting on the seat.

Oh, come on... she didn't want to let them go!

"Do you have a place to stay the night?" she asked. "You know, my bed is pretty big."

Sam smiled by her side, and Lily knew she had him.

"Big, is it?" Dean asked. "How big?"

She giggled, biting her lip.

"Pretty big," she assured them. "It fits us three."

More silence, and he sighed.

"Alright, then," he decided. "Lead the way, sweetheart."

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[crushculture03]

Valley Girl and Sammy

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"Bobby Singer? How did i not pick up on this sooner, you said your last name was singer, but I must've not heard you fully" he said.

"Sam, why do you know my father?" she asks, the realization not yet hitting her. "Because Val, my father and your father were best friends" he says, "Wait what's your last name again?'

"Winchester"

And just like the wall that blocked all her memories from childhood and her teenage years, came crumbling down, "Wait your father was John, yes?" she clarifies, Sam nods 'yes'. "Oh my god it's really you, you're my Sammy '' she says, her heart beating faster as a few memories from that fateful summer flash in her mind.

"And you're my Valley girl" he whispers, smiling at the funny nicknames they made for eachother. "How did I not realize it sooner?" she says, "Well to be fair I look different, and if you're like me you blocked all those teenage years because of the trauma we've been through" sam says, "Yeah that's-that's exactly it" she agrees, "Oh my God Sam its you its really you" she smiles and hugs the tall boy, "Happy to be at your service again Valley girl" he whispers.

"Hate to break off the love fest but I need to talk to you Sammy" A deep voice says, the two pull apart and look to find the source of the voice.

"Dean? What are you doing here?" Sam asks, confused on why his older brother was standing in front of him. "Well that's not a very nice welcome now is it Sam? '' he jokes as he walks up to his baby brother and hugs him. "Oh and if it isn't little Val Singer, what are you doing here with him" Dean teases. "You remember me?" she asks, shocked "Of course I do, how could I forget the girl my brother wouldn't shut up about for years" he says, causing Sam to blush.

"Well it's because Sam and I didn't even remember each other till a few seconds ago, guess we blocked out so much that it got lost" she says. "Well that's a shock because that summer was crazy for you two, but back to what I came here for" Dean says and looks at his brother.

Both Sam and Valerie hope they can find out what exactly Dean means by saying "that summer was crazy for you guys".

"Sam dads on a hunting trip and hasn't been back in a few days'', Sam's face drops at the news. "I need your help finding him" the older Winchester asks, "And I guess since your Father knows my father better than anyone, that you can come too pretty girl" dean says and winks a Val, causing her to shift uncomfortably and stand behind Sam.

"Dean I left that life for a reason I'm not going back" Sam says, "Come on Sam he's our father", Sam scoffs "More like he was our drill sergeant , he told me to never come back when I told him I got into Stanford". "Ah come on you know he didn't mean that" Dean says, "Dean, No I have a life here ok? I don't need yours and dads troubles dragging me back in" he snaps and sighs.

"Sam" she whispers, he turns to her and his face instantly softens. "Maybe you should go, I mean don't get me wrong I hate your father as much as you do, at least from what I can remember, but I know if you don't go you'll regret it" she tries to reason with him. "I-I don't know Val" he whispers, she grabs his hand to reassure him, "I'll go with you if you want?" she suggested. "I can't ask you to do that" he says, "Sam look I want to remember everything that happened between us, I just got you back i'm not losing you again, plus I've been meaning to see my father so it's a win-win, we can go to my dads and he can help us" she says, looking at Sam before glancing at Dean. "Fine, but once we find him we come back ok?" he insists, "Ok" she smiles.

"Wonderful now if you guys could stop flirting and start packing that'd be great" Dean interjects. "Shut it Dean" she snaps, causing Sam to chuckle softly , "There's the Singer charm, now hurry up we got a case to solve princess" he teases, she flips him off before her and Sam walk into the complex and go to their respective apartments to pack everything they would need.

After a few minutes the two re-emerge, "Wow took you guys long enough" Dean groans, "Oh shush or the car gets it Dean-o" she teases, from what she can remember Dean absolutely loved this car. "Nobody touches my baby!" he snaps, his face completely serious as he gets into the driver's seat and slams the door shut. "Ignore him, he has a weird thing for the car, '' Sam says as he places his bags and Val's bags in the trunk. "It's fun to mess with him" she chuckles, "Keep doing it, it's fun to watch, plus he knows if he does anything to you Bobby will kill him" Sam says, she chuckles "You're right on that one.

"This is definitely a weird time to say this but even out of that costume you still look like an angel" Sam remarks, causing Val to blush, while she and Sam were packing they had both changed into more comfortable clothes, compared to their cheesy halloween costumes. "Thanks Sam, you look nice too" she smiles, before walking to get into the back seat of the Impala.

Sam quickly closes the trunk and makes his way to the front seat, "Buckle up Buttercups because it's going to be a long ride, and here's what I have so far on dads disappearance, it's not much so I thought we'd take a pit stop and visit our old pal, and Princess's father, in South Dakota'' Dean says, a classic smirk painting his face. "Call me that one more time and I'll put Nair in your hair gel" she says, causing Dean's grin to drop and Sam to laugh slightly. "Shut up" he mumbles before starting the car and peeling out of the parking lot. And just like that the trio was on their way to Sioux Falls South Dakota.

[rubyvhs]

he’s gone [dean winchester]

pairing; dean winchester x reader tags; death, losing loved ones, no dialogue, angst angst angst summary; you lose the love of your life too soon.

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Losing loved ones never gets easy— no matter what hunters tell you. I’ve hunted my whole life, or for the better half of it, and I’ve seen more friends die than I have seen alive, and it never gets easier. I wouldn’t want it to get any easier, that would feel like cheating, and I’m not cheating my loved ones.

Especially not Dean. Because he’s dead. Dean’s dead and I cried and I mourned and I grieved and I almost killed myself— all because he’s gone. It never gets easier. And I wouldn’t want it to because it helps me honor them, which is why I’m at the campsite where I last saw Dean. Before he ran off with Sam and they tried to make a break for it from the hellhounds. I told him it’s no use but Sam thought this would work, I didn’t get involved though.

I asked him for something, that night. For closure. He gave it without a second thought. We drove to this very campsite just at the edge of Texas. My hometown. We walked to same place i last saw my mum before she was taken away from me. 

He let me have it. He gave me a few hours of starting a fire, making food, and talking. We said our goodbyes and I told him to drive off. He did, obviously, and I watched him. 

I watched myself let him go. Force myself to let him go. It worked, it was the closure I needed, I didn’t go crazy like Sam did, I don’t look at every corner and think Dean will be there, I don’t go looking for demons to take my pain away— not to say that it was easy, but it was easier than Sam took it.

I still see him sometimes. When I’m working a case and some kid walks up to me, I start to picture the life I could have had with him. And when I walk past a diner, and when I see his favorite brand of beer in a bar. And when I look at his pictures. Dean never knew this but I secretly took his pictures for years, and I’m glad I did, seeing his face is… I’m happy I, at least, have.

This is why I’m here, at the campsite we sat at exactly four months ago. To mourn. To grieve. Whatever it is, I do it here every second of the month. It's the second of September and I’m letting the fire grow as I sit down next to it. I leave the other chair out just like we did in May right next to me. Every time, I’ve seen him next to me. I’m not stupid, I know it’s impossible, but it’s also easy to pretend he’s right there. So I look over, I smile at him. He smiles back. It feels okay, for just that one day. 

He’s gone, that much is true, but his legacy lives on. I use his FBI names. His tapes. His methods. I bring him up whenever I’m at hunter gatherings and they talk about John. “He raised a damn good son, too.”

“I’m sorry, Dean. I’m sorry.” I let out at the space next to me. I know he’s not there— but I swear he is. He’s right next to me.

He shakes his head and smiles. Mouths I love you.

I cry harder. 

[castiels-babydoll]

Welcome my loves

This blog is dedicated for my story Divine Devotion, a Castiel fanfic, and for Castiel fics in general. There will be smut so under 17 dni with those posts. This account is primarily for Castiel fanfic and Supernatural but I will probably post the occasional ask games to interact with my followers and moots. Further information will be below the cut, please read.

About Me

My name is Cassius and I'm 18 years old. I am a huge lover of Castiel, Misha Collins in general, and celestial beings. I especially love angels and demons. My stories will contain some extreme topics so if you do not like paraphilias and extreme kink do not interact and do not read my smut. I will divulge into that in the themes for my story and fics in the next paragraph. No hate will be tolerated whatsoever so do not come here on my blog spewing it. I will not respect you if you do not respect me. I do not mind asks and moots, I would love them in fact. I hope to make friends within the Supernatural fandom, if you want to know more about me feel free to ask through asks! ^-^ My Wattpad account is Celestial_Lover which is where my story, Divine Devotion, has been and will be originally uploaded. I could not use the same username since someone else has already taken "Celestial_Lover" here on tumblr. I will probably post more frequently here on tumblr than I will on wattpad.

About My Writing

I, as obviously stated before, will only be writing for Castiel, maybe even Jimmy Novak occasionally. EVERYTHING will be x my OC, if you do not like that then do not read my writing. Due to everything being x my OC I do not know if I'll be taking requests but as of right now I will not be so DO NOT send any requests in. They will be ignored and deleted. Please do not hound me about when I will be releasing the next chapter as I have a job and am unmedicated for adhd, it is hard for me to focus/find the time at times. I have a life outside of tumblr so I will not always be posting chapters or fics regularly. I am fictosexual / a fictophile and have a parasocial relationship with Castiel. I love him deeply, truly and intimately, he means the world to me. He's my Celestial Doll.

As for the themes in my story and fics, anything and everything practically. I will be writing smut, romance, fluff, angst, crack, kink, etc. The kinks will more than likely be on the more taboo side and I will also be writing about paraphilias as well. With this in mind, anyone under the age of 17 DO NOT INTERACT, I know I cannot control what you chose to do but I have stated it here and I will on every post that has smut for anyone under the age of 17 to dni. I can't think of anything else at the moment for my writing or content warnings ahead of time but I will add themes and content/trigger warnings to every chapter and fic I post. They will always be at the beginning of the post so you will not be able to miss it unless you purposely chose to ignore it.

With it in mind that I will be writing about paraphilias, DO NOT INTERACT if you are anti para and anti kink. I will not tolerate it. As I have tons of paraphilias myself.

My Supernatural OC

Her name is Cassius Marie Winchester and she is 19 years old. She is 5'2 with green eyes and dirty blonde hair to the top of her shoulders, with a chubby body build. She has a tom boy style and takes after both Sam and Dean, Sam's smart, book worm, history buff side with Dean's attitude, sass and chaos. She likes reading, 80s rock, history and PIE. Her hyperfixation/obsession/quirk are angels and she loves them as well. She is always snacking on candy, and snacking in general, and reading. She has bad anger issues, Intermittent Explosive Disorder, and her love interest is Castiel. She is Sam and Dean's younger sister, as she is also their half-sister; they all share the same father but have different mothers. She is a very deep, true lover and comes off as "crazy" due to her possessive and obsessive tendencies. Like the two boys she has abandonment and daddy issues, Cassius also has Good Girl Syndrome and BPD, in short she has mental health issues along with self harm and alcohol issues.

To know more about her, stay tuned and read the story and fics

I will not be posting links so if you want to find stuff for my story look up "Divine Devotion Chapter *whatever number you're looking for*" on my blog and it will pop up. For fics it will probably be similar just with the title of the fic instead, I am not sure yet. In short, I will be tagging my story chapter by chapter with the story name in the tags and I will probably be doing the same for fics. If you want to find something just look it up through the search on my blog.

[laurie-stark]

Angel of Small Death Series!

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