#dean x sis

[jasmines-library]

‘Tis the Season

Summary: It’s Christmas time, and after a long time apart, you and your brothers are finally together to celebrate, even if it is inside a motel room.

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff.

Note: Merry Christmas!

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The Winchesters have never been big with celebrations. Especially since Mary passed away and hunting became the only thing on John’s agenda.This meant that you had never really experienced a proper Christmas before and neither had either of your brothers. Sure they remember snippets of Christmas from when they were younger and your mum was still around but it was never the same after that. John was never there and the three of you were often left to mill around in a shitty motel. The three of you would celebrate in your own little way. You would exchange gifts which, in Dean’s case, were often stolen or given to you by Bobby, and despite their efforts to make Christmas as normal as possible for you it was never quite how you had pictured it. Never how Sam and Dean remembered it. It didn’t help that John had told you when you were heartbreakingly young that there was no Santa Claus.

But this year, something was different. The Winchesters were celebrating.

You strolled down the road, your arm hooked around Sam’s as you admired the lights that had been strung up like bunting between the rows of buildings and hung from lampposts in the street. You wore your thickest jacket: an old blue hand-me-down from Dean, that you were pretty sure Sam might have even owned at one point before he grew taller than your older brother, and hand bundled yourself up with a scarf to shelter yourself from the frosty air.

The streets were quiet besides a few odd couples that greeted you and Sammy with a warm smile or a gentle nod. Most people were at home, celebrating the Christmas holiday.

The frost that blanketed the ground crunched under your feet and made your feet feel like small ice cubes despite the fact that you were wearing two pairs of socks. You and your brother walked quickly back to the motel where Dean was hovering over the stove tucked away in the corner of the motel. The moment you opened the door and were greeted with the warmth of the room and the smell of the food, you couldn’t help but smile up at Sam, as well as chuckle at the sight of your eldest brother. He had donned a red Santa hat and was singing along to the song he had turned up too loud on the radio between taking swigs from beer. He wrapped you up between his arms when the two of you returned with the last of the ingredients he needed before you made your way into the room.

On the nightstand between the two beds, replacing the lamp that had been shoved aside, sat a tree. It was measly and far from extravagant, sure, but you thought it was a nice touch. Dean had spotted it on the way back from a hunt and had insisted on buying it for the motel room. You spent the rest of the day hanging old car air fresheners from the branches as if they were baubles. It was makeshift; but somehow that made it seem even more special and you beamed brightly. You placed the brown paper bag you had been clutching beneath it, making sure to roll over the top to make sure that the contents were hidden.

“Alrighty.” Dean announced “Grubs up.”

The three of you squeezed around the table and began to tuck into the food that Dean placed in front of you on the table. Dean was far from the best chef that much was true but at a time like this you were grateful that he had made such an effort to cook. As the three of you ate between bouts of conversation and fits of laughter, it made you realise how much you missed spending time with your brothers. This was the first time you had truly sat down together in…well forever. Times had been kind of hectic with Sam returning from Stanford and everything with Dad and Dean, you were glad that for a few sweet moments, the three of you could just be a family. For once there was no worrying about monsters. No worrying about who was going to vanish next. It was just the three of you enjoying the little things in life.

Dinner, by far the best one you have had in a while, was followed up with gift giving and the three of you bundled on to the beds, sipping glasses of cold eggnog.

“Okay Sammy,” Dean said as he produced his first gift from his duffel. It seemed the three of you all had the same idea because it too was wrapped in a brown paper bag. “This one is for you.”

Sam unwrapped it eagerly, producing a dark glass bottle of his favourite beer.

“Thank you.” He laughed, producing a bag of his own. “It seems great minds think alike.”

Dean chuckled and he tore open the paper to reveal his favourite drink secured inside a porno magazine by an elastic band.

“Ok. This is for De.” You pulled out a small bag and handed it to him. Inside lay a small keychain in the shape of a pie that you had spotted on a rotating rack inside the gas station which you couldn’t resist buying, alongside a couple of packets of beef jerky that Dean always seemed to keep stashed away in his glovebox.

“Thanks kiddo” He laughed as he hooked the keychain onto his keys.

“And this is for you, Sammy.” You produced another bag and handed it to him, watching keenly as he unwrapped it, pulling out the clear plastic and producing a pair of wired headphones.

“It’s to stop you complaining about Dean’s music in the car.” You prompted.

“Hey!” Dean said with mock hurt. “I think you’ll find I have great taste in music.”

You raised your hands nonchalantly “tell that to him not me.”

“I’m just saying Dean, there are things out there besides mullet rock. You should try updating your cassettes some time. Seriously, dude.”

“You know the rules, Sammy.” Dean shook his head. “Driver picks the music-“

“Shotgun shuts his cakehole. Yeah. I know.” Sam rolled his eyes. “Anyway, enough. This is for you, Y/N.”

Sam rummaged around in his bag for a small white box before handing it to you. You took it gently. It was light in your hand.

“It's from both of us.” Dean added.

You peeled open the box slowly to reveal the insides which almost made you tear up. Inside the box sat a dainty necklace in the shape of a heart. It seemed familiar somehow, but you couldn’t place where you had seen it before. When you picked it up and turned it over in your palm to admire the delicacy of it, you noticed the small hinges on the side so decided to open it.

Inside was a small cut out of an image. The three of you were much younger here. Sammy was still smaller than Dean and you barely reached his hip. The three of you were grinning from ear to ear as you gripped onto each of your brothers hands as they swung you through the air at the moment the image was captured.

“It’s beautiful.” You sighed, looking up at your two brothers. “Where did you-“

“It was moms.” Dean said. It then hit you that you had seen her wearing it in pictures.

“Bobby found it while sorting through some of Dads old stuff that was left around his. We thought you should have it.”

“It’s perfect. Thank you.” You smiled. “Help me put it on?”

“Of course.”

Dean moved closer to you, moving your hair aside so he could clasp the end of the good chain together.

“It looks like it’s always belonged there.” Sam told you when Dean let go of it so it could hang around your neck, settling on the centre of your chest.

“It’s perfect.” Dean told you.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry, Christmas, Boys.”

Although being hauled up in a motel may not have seemed like the ideal way to celebrate Christmas for the average person, just being able to spend time with your brothers was enough for you. You cared not for an extravagant meal and bucket loads of expensive gifts. You were happy to settle with what you had and the fact that the three of you had celebrated like this meant so much to you as it did to them. The three of you may not have much, but you have each other, and that’s worth far more than anything else.

[thepurecinnamonroll]

Can we talk about the fact that when Rory was telling Lorelai about her trip to Florida with Paris, Rory casually slipped in "... Paris and I kissed..." and Lorelai didn't even blink? She was more concerned about the fact that they watched a certain show/movie— and I just think it's hilarious since Lorelai usually has more "intense" reactions when Rory mentions that she kissed a guy or is in a relationship with one

Rory kissed Dean and Lorelai was like "You should be telling me these things" (which is understandable)

Rory kissed Jess and Lorelai was worried since Jess wasn't a very good influence (c'mon y'all— let's not lie to ourselves)

Rory ends up in a relationship with Logan and Lorelai doesn't trust him

But Rory kisses Paris?! Lorelai's like " Omg, you watched a show??? 👩🏻‍🦯"

Does anyone else find this genuinely funny?

[redbird-tf]

Chamomile tea 

Dean winchester x (hunter ) sister reader

Summary: being alone for so long you’ve gotten used to only relying on yourself, a mindset that Dean starts to chip away at. 

Word count: 740

Notes: being creative is hard

Warnings: none

You sniffled, reaching across the table for a new tissue. You blew hard before discarding it in the bin with the dozen others.“Fever not letting up?” You jumped at Dean's voice, You weren't quite accustomed to having company around yet. The three of you were still navigating this new dynamic, which was proving easier for some than others. Just a few months ago Sam and Dean were the dynamic hunter duo, while you still navigated the world solo. You could still vividly recall the moment when John had announced the secret he had buried for years, the secret forced out because of a hunt.

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You remembered the look of shock that overtook everyone’s face and the screaming match that ensued between Sam and John. You could recall standing silently in the corner, feeling Dean gaze upon you from ten feet away. Once the job was done and John disappeared again you expected life to go back to normal, you couldn’t have anticipated the brothers to take you under their wing. “Family looks out for each other” Sam had stated to you, a mentality that you would come to learn.

What you hadn’t seen that night was the quiet devastation Dean had unleashed. He couldn’t pick a fight with John like Sam could, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t just as angry. His entire life he’d been forced into the role of a guardian for his little brother, and now to find out he had a sister—who had been alone in this life—turned that protective instinct into a fierce storm of emotions. The guilt of failing as brother was sallowing him whole and the rage towards John for keeping the truth from him boiled over. Least to say When they checked out, the motel room bore the scars of his turmoil.

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“I'm fine” you stated blankly in response, your attention turning back to the lore book in your lap. You weren’t purposely being stubborn, to you it was true. You had gotten sick before and you'd get over it, no big deal. Dean didn't respond and carried on with his business in the kitchen. The sound of pouring liquid reached your ears, but it didn’t smell like his usual coffee so you assumed he was having a drink. Hearing what sounded like a spoon hitting the side of a ceramic mug you raised your head in confusion. Unfortunately, his back was turned to you, blocking your view of what he was conjuring up.

When he started to turn around, your eyes darted back to your book only looking up when hearing the soft clink of a mug being placed in front of you. You watched the steam rise, a sweet and sour aroma filling the air. “Is that chamomile tea?” A softer voice chimed in as Sam entered the room. “Not for you,” Dean stated firmly, taking a seat across from you. You stared at the drink “What is it?” You asked raising an eyebrow. “Tea, honey for a sore throat, and some lemon for the headaches” Dean explained leaning back in his chair. “Thats pure witchcraft right there, can fix anything!” Sam exclaimed pointing at the mug. “Drink up sis” sam encouraged, brushing his hand over your shoulder on his way to the door.

“You didn't have to do that,” you said softly to Dean. “I used to make them all the time for Sam, it's no big deal,” Dean reassured you. You fidgetedwith the edge of a page. “I'm not dying Dean.” Your tone came off defensive causing Dean to sit up straight. “You don't have to be dying, for someone to make you a cup of tea kiddo” his words prompted you to lift your head to meet his gaze. “I didn't mean…” your words trailed off, unable to defend your previous statement. “I'm your big brother, it's my job to look out for you.” He said with a stern tone. You could only stare at him in silence trying to comprehend his words. “I know it hasn't always been like that, but it is now. I've been a big brother for a long time and Sam’s still learning. i know you are too—just…” he took a deep breath “Let me do this for you, ok?” You nodded silently, noticing how his softened eyes contrasted with the weight of his words.

Without knowing what to say, you lifted the mug to your lips. The warmth of the citrus tea seeped into your chest, and you felt your tense muscles start to relax much like the protective wall you’ve built beginning to chip away. You gently placed the mug down, catching a glimpse of the small smile on Dean's face. “Thank you, Dean” you responded with a smile of your own. He didn’t respond with words instead, he stood up from the table, patting you on the shoulder as he passed by. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself when looking down at the mug in front of you.

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[lunajay33]

Mothers Daughter🕊️

Summary: Being the youngest of the winchesters had its ups and downs, but being the only girl made you miss out on a female figure, so the only thing you can do is ask the men around you about your mother

Pairing: Dean Winchester x lil sister, Sam Winchester x lil sister, John Winchester x daughter

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You never got to meet you mother she died 6 months after you were born, well when you and Sam were born, he was older than you by 5 minutes and still treated you like his little sister but you couldn’t ask for 2 better bigger brothers, they were always there for you and made sure you were okay

Being the youngest and only girl in the family it got hard sometimes, when you were little it wasn’t as big of a deal, John treated you like his little girl and loved you dearly always reminding you that you looked like Mary, your brothers treating you like a princess and let you play with dolls, but as you got older and you got more woman problems it was hard to handle since there was no motherly figure to turn too

You woke up in the motel you were currently staying at with John, Sam and Dean, late at night you got up feeling groggy and your stomach aching so bad, nothing like you’ve ever felt before, you got to the bathroom looking in the mirror seeing how pale you had gotten, thinking maybe it was just something you ate you went to use the washroom but when you pulled down your pants all you see is blood and you panic

You pull your pants back up dropping to the ground when another wave of pain hits your lower stomach

“DADDY!” You scream out scared you might be serious sick

He runs in frantic looking around for danger, probably thinking something supernatural was out to get you, he kneeled infront of you brushing your hair back

“Baby what’s wrong?”

“Somethings wrong, I’m bleeding a lot and….and it hurts so bad” you say breathing heavy just wishing for him to take you pain away

“Oh princess, it’s your period every woman goes through it, I’ll run out and get you some pads and pain killers, drink some water I’ll be right back”

When he left Sam and Dean came and sat with you on the bathroom floor, doing everything they could to comfort you, but you were still confused on what was happening

That happened when you were 14 and after John explained to you what a period was you felt so different from your brothers, every month you had to go through pain while they carried on with hunting, having to go through bouts of random emotions was irritating but what was worse was having your body change and not knowing what to do

“Damn sis your legs are just about as hairy as mine” Dean laughed as we were all sat around in another motel, you felt so embarrassed covering your legs under the blankets

“Dean enough” John said as he saw your bottom lip tremble

“Daddy I don’t understand why do I have to change like this my legs are hairy and my boobs are getting bigger and I don’t feel comfortable”

“Come on princess I’ll take you shopping”

He took you to a drug store find a training bra that fit comfortably and some razors, the drive home was a little quiet

“I’m sorry daddy, I don’t mean to inconvenience you I know you have a lot on your plate right now with this werewolf case”

“It’s not your fault, and you’re not an inconvenience, just wish your mother was here to help guide you on this”

Your mother was a sore topic for the family which is all the more reason you wish you knew her, they barely talk about her

You got back to the motel room and Sam was already asleep but Dean was up watching tv still, John got ready for bed while you sat at the little table working on some homework Dean coming to sit with you, he was 19 so he didn’t have to do any schooling anymore

“Dean can I ask you something?” You sighed putting your pencil down

“Sure kid, what’s got your little head worrying?”

“Do you….i mean I never knew her but…..do you like mom would have liked me?”

He looked surprised not expecting that question, you saw John come out of the washroom seeing Dean expression and your nervous state

“What’s going on?”

“She…..she asked if mom would have liked her”

You were scared that he was going to yell at you, but you were just so desperate to have a mom or even a older strong woman figure to look up to

“Daddy I’m sorry I just…..I feel so different and you always say I remind you of mom, I just miss someone I never knew and it hurts”

“I’m not made princess, I’m sorry you and the boys don’t have your mother but I’m trying my best, and your mother would have loved you, I remember when she found out she was having twins she was so excited and when you were born and we saw you were a little girl she always said she felt this connection with you, how she’d cradle you and you’d immediately relax against her, she had so much planned for you Angel, she told me to wait till your 16th birthday to give you this but it’s close enough” he got up rummaging through his bag pulling out a little box

You opened it to see a silver necklace with a protection charm, just like the one John had tattooed

“I love it, thank you, I hope where ever she is she’s proud of me”

“Hey kid, we’re all proud of you” Dean smiled helping you put the necklace on

“She couldn’t have left me with better protectors, I love all three of you”

“Love you too princess, forever”

You were 22 now and on a run with all three Winchester boys, you had just finished getting the colt back from some vampires and trying to make a game plan so that John would accept you help, Sammy was driving and you and Dean were in the back

“Daddy please just take a break for a second, let us help I…….i miss you” bright lights burned you eyes before everything crashed and everything went black

You opened your eyes to see you were in a field full of flowers, not a worry in the world just the calming feeling of wind in your hair, bees buzzing by, no vampires or demons or anything just peace, then a woman in white appeared next to you

“You’re so beautiful” she smiled brushing your hair back

“Who are you?”

“I’m your mother dear, don’t tell me those boys haven’t showed you a picture of me” you shook your head but then you realized what she said, your mother was sitting next to you

“Mom…..it’s you!” You wrapped your arms around her feeling her warmth that you craved for

“But if it’s really you then…..am I dead?” You asked scared

“You got in a crash, the boys are waiting for you back there but if you want you can stay with me, we can be happy just mother and daughter, you can stay with me”

“But I haven’t lived yet, I don’t wanna leave Sammy or Dean and I can’t leave dad like that, I just got him back”

“It’s your choice baby, but either way I’m always with you” she said pointing at my necklace

A bright light above stung your eyes slowly coming into focus, seeing everyone surrounding you bed

“There she is, god sis you terrified us” Sam said wrapping his arms around you

“Princess why are you crying?” John asked worried your in pain

“I saw her” you whispered still in shock

“I think she still got drugs in her system” Dean laughed

“No I saw her, it was mom” everyone went still

“She said I could stay with her, wherever I was it was peaceful and free of evil but….i had to come back I just got you back dad and I can’t just leave my brothers you’ll tear eachother apart without me here” you smile

“I ain’t leaving anytime soon baby girl”

You went to sit up but pain shot through your body

“Good driving Sam, how is it you all look like you got in a little bar fight and I’m the one in this hospital bed…….any serious damage?”

“Doc said you got a concussion, broken rib and some nasty cuts on your face”

“But I’ll be okay?”

“We won’t let anything happen to you, never again”

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ok im not used to requesting yet so sorry if im doing this wrong but im sad so i need me some early seasons sam fluff, like reader jokingly calling him sammy and he starts acting all weird or something

Sammy Boy

Sam Winchester x reader

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: Request

The hunt was tough given that it was a ghost that haunted a family's home for over three hundred years and there was little know about said ghost. Dean drove the group to a bar a few miles from the hotel. You and Sam walked to a booth in the back of the bar and slid in beside each other. Dean was chatting with a tall blonde and Sam turned to you with a smile.

"How is your shoulder?" He asked, you had been thrown across the room and hit the wall really hard.

"It's alright, just a bit sore." You smiled. "No need to be so worrisome, Sammy!"

Upon saying it, Sam had a deep blush go across his face and he let out a forced cough. He quickly stand up and excuse himself to the bathroom. You sat there, beer bottle in hand and stared at his retreating figure before he disappeared with the crowd.

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You sat on the bed in the hotel, cleaning a gun when Sam walked into the room with his computer. You smiled and turned to face him completely.

"Hiya Sam," You smile but he just stops in his sport before excusing himself to go outside. You turn to Dean, who was cleaning the other guns, with a confused look.

"He has been acting very strange," You said.

"Sam is always strange, man."

You shook your head and looked down at the guns again before going back to cleaning them. Sam was finding any reason to get away from you and you were getting tired of it. Why was he avoiding you and what had you done to be avoided?

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"Sam, you go with her and I'll go with Cas," Dean said, splitting everyone up to cover more grounds to find the remains of a woman who was taunting the residents in a home.

As Sam and you had walked around the graveyard, you walked in silence. It was quiet and it was every bit of awkward as Sam had not been able to handle being in the same room as you for more than five minutes before he awkwardly stands up and trips over his long legs or when he stutters over his words.

"Hey, Sam?" You ask, and he turns to you but accidentally blinding you with the flash light in his hands.

"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to blind you," He quickly apologized over the mistake and then looked down at his shoes. "What's up?"

"You have been acting weird recently," You start before he interrupts you quickly.

"I have not been acting weird. I just have a lot on my mind," He says with a small smile.

"Yesterday you nearly dropped your computer when you saw me," You giggle.

"You bumped into me," He defended himself.

"Or what about the time that you were trying to explain the micro-organisms that were on lettuce when I asked if you wanted a slice of pie with Dean and I?"

"Okay that was because I wanted a salad," He laughed, bumping into you slightly.

You turned to him and smiled, this tall, strong man was failing at hiding what the true reason behind his actions.

"But then I realized why you were acting this way and I came to conclusion that it was because I called you Sammy."

Just as you said it, he cleared his throat and stumbled from a root.

"I realized that only Dean had called you that and your behavior started when I jokingly called you Sammy which you stumbling and clearing your throat is just proving my theory."

His face was a deep shade of pink and his smile was giving him away. He was just confused how you figured it out. After all, he thought he was hiding it pretty well.

"You are correct. It's just strange hearing it come from someone else other than Dean and I kinda just freaked out. I am just not used to hearing it from a pretty girl either so it was just a surprise," He smiled and then laughed awkwardly.

"You think I'm pretty?" You smile brightly.

"I...I mean yeah. You are like really pretty and I just didn't expect you to call me by my nickname. I have known you since we were like 10 and you had never called me Sammy before so it just threw me for a loop," He says, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well, for what it counts, I think you are pretty too, Sammy." You smile and his hand reaches out to grab yours.

"Can we get coffee after this hunt?" He asks.

"Are you going to explain how the coffee bean has special organisms on it?"

"No, I won't."

"Because I wouldn't mind if you did," You smile.

Maybe you should start to call him Sammy a lot more often.

[lanadelnegan]

Ooh girl! Loving your work! I had an idea of a smutty fic with JDM himself. Maybe something with him being scared of showing his jealous side because the reader is his younger girlfriend but can’t help it when a man flirts with her

THANK U THANK U. A jealous JDM? I can do that hehe.

Jealousy, Jealousy

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, NSFW, semi-public sex, car sex (riding), a jealous, possessive jdm, age-gap relationship

A/n: I didn’t even mean for this to turn into such daddy-kink, but it did towards the end. So I hope you’re into that. 🥵

"Can I buy you a drink?" A younger, blonde man smirks next to me.

"Oh, no. I'm good. Thanks though."

"Come on. I insist." Before I can reject him, he plants himself in the stool next to me before motioning to the bartender.

"Um, I -"

"Excuse me, you mind grabbing this pretty lady here another.. On me." He asks the bartender before smiling at me again.

"Names Drew." He tilts his head back swallowing his drink.

"Drew, I'm.. here with someone."

"Nice to meet you, here with someone." He says jokingly as if that's my name but I ignore his lame attempt.

"Look baby, if you are here with someone, where is he?" His head tilts to the side at me and I raise my eyebrows, clearing my throat as I look past him at the much taller man standing behind him.

The bartender places the drink in front of me as soon as Drew turns and notices Jeffrey standing behind him.

"Wow, thanks for the drink man." Jeffrey's large hand grabs Drew's shoulder roughly and I watch his fingers squeeze until the veins on his hands become even more visible.

Drew visibly cringes in pain at the touch and watches Jeffrey finish the drink he ordered me in two gulps.

"I'm more of a whiskey guy, though." Jeffrey smiles at him arrogantly, wiping the corner of his mouth before slamming the glass down on the bar. Drew tries his best to put on the tough guy act but I can see the fear behind his eyes.

"Sorry man, she didn't say she was here with her dad." He glares at Jeffrey.

I make a "yikes" face, showing my teeth and shaking my head. Poor Drew, this isn't gonna end well for him.

Jeffrey chuckles in his face, keeping eye contact with him, and my legs clench a little watching his "Negan" side come out.

We've only been dating for a couple months now, and while I'm sure our age-gap is strange to other people, Jeffrey and I couldn't be happier. I've always dated men my age, but men in their young 20's don't know how to treat a woman. Jeffrey is so good to me.. in every way imaginable.

I've never seen this protective, jealous side of him.. but I think I like it.

"Daddy.." I interrupt. "why won't this weirdo leave us alone?" I talk in a baby voice to Jeffrey, mocking Drew for calling him my dad.

"Wait.. I.. I know you. You play that asshole in the walking dead... Can't fucking stand him." Drew huffs at him.

"Y/n, baby, go wait for me in the car." Jeffrey demands.

Before I go to leave, I stand on my tippy toes and kiss Jeffrey's cheek slowly, glancing at Drew who looks like smoke could come out of his ears any second. Freak.

"That's fucking gross, you know that right?" Drew calls after me as I walk away. "He could be your grandpa! Bet he can't even get it up."

Before I can open the door to leave, I hear a loud bang from behind me. I turn to see Jeffrey's hand bring Drew's blonde head up from the bar top he just slammed it against. "Dude you just broke my fucking nose! Drew wipes the blood from his face.

"Babe, stop!" I call out.

Jeffrey glances at me, still firmly gripping the back of Drew's hair.

"You're lucky my girls watching, or I'd break more than that." He grits out next to his ear.

I've never seen him make that face.. and it does something to me. He looks so hot and.. unhinged.

"Car. NOW." Jeffrey says in my direction as he tosses the blonde man on the ground. He grabs his leather jacket and follows me to the car. We both get in, staying silent for a moment as I try to register what happened.

He sighs, dropping his head and gripping his knuckles around the steering wheel. "Baby, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have act-"

Before he can finish, I'm climbing on top of him like a dog in heat, slamming my lips against his while lifting my black dress until it's bunched around my waist., revealing my red thong. The seat is pushed far enough back to allow me room to comfortably sit in his lip. His mouth parts open and my tongue swipes across his. Fuck, his mouth tastes so good.

I bite his bottom lip when I pull away, letting my fingers tangle through his salt and pepper hair. His hands firmly grab my ass as I grind myself desperately against him. I'm so wet I'm pretty sure he'll have a spot on his jeans. I take his semi-hard cock out of his black jeans and stroke it twice before he's solid in my hand.

The best thing about being with an older man? The size of his cock and the way he knows how to use it. It's big enough to where the tip reaches just above his belly button as it stands against him and my mouth waters at the sight. I lift myself up, wasting no time due to my throbbing pussy needing him so badly, and gently slide down his length. His head drops back slightly as he watches me through lust-filled eyes.

"Fuck, baby. That's it." He talks me through it as I struggle to sit completely with him in me.

I bounce on him while he guides me up and down, squeezing my ass. He looks up at me as I start to slow down, grinding against his cock repeatedly as it hits the right spot.

“You look so fucking good riding me, baby.”

His window is cracked open a few inches and we’re parked right outside the front of the bar. The thought of getting caught makes me hotter as I moan and bite at his ear.

Just as I’m about to come, I hear the bells of the bar doors ring and look to the side, seeing Drew walk out. His nose is bandaged, so someone must have helped him out.

“We’ve got company, doll. You wanna tell him who you belong to?” Jeffrey slams me down onto his cock so hard that my vision clouds and I feel my orgasm rush through me. My mouth falls open just as I look to the side and see Drew walking past the car.

“Daddyyy!” I moan loudly, getting Drew’s attention. He looks at me disgustedly and shakes his head. I watch him angrily get in his car and drive away and smile to myself.

“Fuck. Daddy.. I’m gonna cum.” I cry out.

“Soak my fucking cock baby. Give it to me.”

I cry out louder as my walls contract around him. He kisses me hard and looks into my eyes.

“Fuck, doll. I love you.”

I stare at him wide eyed and can’t believe he just said it. I’ve known I love him since the first week we met, but I wanted him to say it first.

“I love you too, Jeffrey... I.. I want you to cum in me.” I kiss him lips softly this time and I slowly slide myself up and down on him.

He smiles up at me. “Yea? You want daddy’s cum in you, baby?”

I nod and bounce on him faster.

“Cum in my pussy, daddy. Please!”

“Baby, fuck. Fuck. Ahhh.” He moans and his dick pulses, shooting strings of hot cum deep inside me.

I stay on top of him, kissing him as he comes down from his high. His seed leaks out while his cock is still in me and I feel it run down my legs.

“I need strange men to hit on me more often.” I breathe heavily, teasing him.

“Funny, doll.” A loud smack lands on my ass. “I promise they won’t fuck like you like daddy does.”

[kwinsispn3]

in your arms

@coffeeandbatboys requested: I love your writing! Could you do a Winchester Sis fic where reader gets shot and dies in Dean's arms but comes back later and reunites with her brothers? Maybe set early on in the show? Thanks!

Pairings: Winchester brothers x little sis reader

Disclaimers: blood, open wounds, character death, angst

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: thank you sm!!! this was fun to write :)

Three weeks of work, and the hunt was nearing the end. Sam and Dean were hunting down an incredibly vicious skinwalker. Y/n, however was left out of the hunt of course. She was still too young to be involved, only 16, which she believed was old enough. No matter what, she couldn't convince her brothers to join the team yet, they wanted her to wait until she was older, and stronger. There was still a lot of time, training, and work to do before they'd feel safe bringing her along.

Of course, they would never feel safe bringing their little sister along on any hunt, no matter how simple. But, they had accepted long ago that this was the pattern of their life. Y/n would be involved in it one way or another, as unfortunate as it was. They had tried a few times letting her stay with friends of the family, but it always ended in something or someone tracking her down aside from Sam and Dean. It was always something. They felt safer anyways keeping her close.

Normally y/n would be hanging out at the motels while the brothers were out dealing with a hunt. But sometimes if they were in the middle of something on the go, like tonight, she'd have to wait in the car. Dean had hightailed it to the location where they had last sighted the skinwalker, everyone was very on edge since they knew it had multiplied by now.

Dean parked the impala far away from the abandoned property that was now a police crime scene. Y/n rested her arms across the shelf of the backseat, while she watched her brothers gather their weapons from the trunk. She let out a big sigh, she reveled in the moment of peace and quiet before the storm of the hunt began. Even though she was going to wait in the car, it was still agonizing not knowing if her brothers would return alive.

Dean walked around the car and opened the back door where y/n was sitting. She looked up at him stunned as he held out a gun for her to take. "Here. There's 6 silver rounds in there, just in case."

"In case of what?" She tried to hide the fear in her voice.

"Don't worry. You shouldn't have to use it, but these things are nasty. If there's a chance one finds you, don't hesitate... You remember how to turn the safety off?"

"Yeah." She looked down at the gun crowding her grasp. "Hey." Dean nudged her. "It's gonna be okay. We'll be outta here before you know it."

She only nodded in response. Dean leaned in and placed a kiss on her forehead, something he normally didn't do before hunts like this. Y/n picked up on both Sam and Dean's tense energy as they prepared to go into this hunt. She watched attentively as they walked towards the house, hoping and praying everything would go as planned.

It had been around 15 minutes of silence in the car. Y/n listened, not knowing what she was listening for, but hoping she wouldn't hear anything. She didn't want to hear anything. Any sounds of distress would not be good. She did another 360 check of her surroundings, making sure she didn't have anything sneaking up on her. Out of nowhere, a blunt force shattered the backseat window causing y/n to jump out of her seat, screaming. A coyote appeared in the window, jumping through the window into the backseat. Y/n knew it wasn't safe to leave the car, but was cornered and had no choice.

Y/n left the other back door open and started running with her gun clutched tightly. She pumped her legs with every ounce of force she had, knowing an animal on four legs was gaining on her quickly.

"Sammy!! Dean!" She called out as she got closer to the house, hoping one of them would hear her cries for help. She wasn't close enough, the coyote caught up and jumped on her, knocking her down to the ground. She hit the hard ground with a thud, turning herself over so she could fight back. The coyote pinned her small frame, she struggled underneath it, putting her arms up to stop it from doing any damage.

Sam came running out the back door of the house. "HEY!" He shouted to distract the animal. A shot rang out from his gun, nearly missing the coyote. The coyote stumbled back and started to shift, Sam saw it starting to change its form and helped y/n up. "C'mon, we gotta get inside." His voice urgent as he practically dragged y/n with him.

The two of them reunited with Dean once inside. Dean looked shocked to see y/n with Sam, looking between the two of them. "Dean, there's two of them now. There could be more for all we know." Sam said over y/n's heavy breathing.

"What happened!" He said in a stern voice.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It broke through the window and I didn't have anywhere to go... and... oh my god." y/n stuttered frantically, pausing in fear when she realized she dropped her gun and how mad Dean would be.

"Ok, ok, slow down. Did you try to shoot it at all? Where's your gun?" He demanded.

Y/n dropped her head in defeat, not wanting to look up at the disappointment she could feel all over his face. "I'm sorry, Dean. I dropped it..." she sniffled.

"The dog jumped her, came real close." Sam chimed in, taking some of the heat off y/n. Dean sighed heavily. "Alright, you stay behind us, you hear?" Y/n nodded in response, trying to keep her composure.

All were waiting in silence, knowing the skin walkers had gotten them cornered, right where they wanted them to be. Sam and Dean were fuming with anger, mostly at themselves for not seeing this coming. Now they had another objective besides taking down the enemy, protecting y/n. This was the last situation they wanted to be in.

One of the dogs came blasting through one of the rooms in the house, tackling Dean to the ground. Sam was split between making sure y/n was okay, and helping Dean. Sam saw y/n's scared expression looking at her brother being trampled by the wild beast, so he rushed over to kick it off of him. The two were distracted fighting off the first skinwalker, they didn't notice the second one creeping in behind them.

Three gunshots echoed through out the house suddenly, startling everyone. Sam and Dean covered their heads, not being able to see where it was coming from. Sam finally brought up his gun, aiming it at the first one with a clear shot. "Dean, look out!" with that, Dean rolled over as Sam took out the dog with a silver bullet. Both brothers stood up, standing their ground as they eyed carefully for the other predator. They finally spotted its form behind a broken wall, holding y/n's gun, pointed right at them. Dean didn't hesitate and fired every round he had at the creature before it had a chance to make a move.

It spasmed as it hit the ground, earning a relieving sigh from them. Then they remembered y/n... and the three random gun shots they didn't see.

"y/n?!!" both men turned around swiftly to find y/n lying still on the floor, huffing for air.

"y/n/n??! Hey...." Dean threw his knees down to the floor as he gently scooped up his sister into his lap. Both of their faces dropped when their eyes caught the blood that saturated her hands. Dean followed the trail of blood to her torso, seeing one bullet in her chest, one in her stomach. Y/n let out a whimper as his hand brushed past her wounds. "Ok, ok, ok, it's not that bad. Okay? You're gonna be okay." Dean's voice broke.

Sam looked at his brother and sister in disbelief, knowing Dean was wrong. She wasn't going to be okay. There was too much blood, there was no way she'd make it to a hospital in time. He crouched down next to his sister.

"Dean? Am I gonna die?" y/n let out with tears flooding her eyes.

Dean didn't know whether to lie or not. He did know that nothing could make the situation any better, so his best approach was to give comfort. "You're gonna be just fine, okay?" Dean's eyes welled with tears, seeing his sister so scared.

"I'm scared... it hurts too much." y/n let her cries go, gasping as she felt the life leaving her body. She wanted to hold onto her brother so desperately, but she felt weaker by the second and it was the most terrifying feeling. Everything felt out of her control.

"I know, I know... Listen, this isn't the end. We're gonna get you back y/n/n, we're gonna find you." Sam reassured her. Y/n's breathing grew more and more shallow, the color started to drain from her face. She looked up at both her brothers through glassy eyes. Their words turned into muffled noise, her throat fell dry, and everything became blurry. That was when she knew.

"I love you." she let out, barely a whisper as her lips mouthed her last words.

Dean looked down at his sister with doubt as the tension left her body and her eyes drew shut. He patted her face ever so slightly, knowing he wouldn't get a response but trying anyways.

'Y/n."

"y/n..."

"C'mon... Dammit, NO!!" Dean was in hysterics.

Y/n's arm fell to the side, catching Sam out of the zone he was in. Sam gingerly reached for her hand, looking up at the horror in front of him. Their baby girl. If anyone should ever have to feel that pain and be so scared, it didn't deserve to be her.

He casted his attention away from the messy scene and focused up at her face. "We're gonna get you back, bug... We'll find you. I promise."

.......................

2 years had come and gone. The days were long, the nights were longer. Sam and Dean were strangers to life without their little sis, she was their light. After she had passed, they realized just how dour the world was without her presence.

The aftermath of that hunt was the hardest. Dean carried y/n back to the impala, laid her body along the backseat. They buried her the next day. The brothers went mute for the next few days, neither saying a word to each other. Not knowing what to say, not in the mood to say anything.

Dean was the first to eventually speak up. "We gotta find a way." He said while nursing a beer at the motel kitchen table.

Sam was laying across one of the motel beds, he perked his head up, knowing exactly what Dean meant.

"Yeah. And how do you propose we do that?"

Dean returned with a bitch face, not needing any of the attitude Sam was throwing his way. He then lowered his head, wishing he had an answer that made sense.

"What're you thinking... Crossroads demon?" Sam thought.

"No! We're not pawning off anyone else." Dean slammed his bottle down. The two argued for what felt like hours, discussing any possible way they could get y/n back. Eventually, they both threw in the towel, reaching a dead end in their ideas.

Come 2 years later, they were still chasing a trail, one they continued to chase to different dead ends. After talking to every source, reading every book, forum, looking into all sorts of lore... it all lead to nothing.

Everyday felt like the same agonizing pattern, over and over. Sam and Dean's bond was growing strained. No one ever realized it, but y/n was the glue that subconsciously held everything together. No matter what, y/n was their constant beacon of hope in the dark. It didn't feel whole without her. Both brothers wanted to keep holding onto the hope that they'd find away, but it kept growing more and more difficult. The thought of giving up and moving on was something they avoided with every ounce of strength they had. It scared them to even think about moving on.

.......................

Y/n's view of her brothers hovering above her grew blurry, until her eyes shut against her will, leaving her with darkness. Moments later, she shot up, eyes open. It was dark, she couldn't tell where she was, and then she spotted the moon. It illuminated the night, glowing in the fog that surrounded the cemetery she stood in. Y/n looked around in confusion, not remember what happened or how she ended up there. She slowly stalked around the stones, shooting her head in all directions.

"Dean?"

Where was Sam and Dean? What happened... a cemetery? Maybe a salt n burn? "Dean, Sam? Hello?" She called out into the nothing. Her heart started to race with slight panic, feeling a rush of fear coursing through her veins.

"Hello y/n." A voice called out from behind, a soft voice. Y/n spun around on her heels, her gaze met with that of a young woman. Confusion fell upon her.

"How do you know who I am?" y/n was wary.

"Oh, I know everything about you."

y/n took a shaky step back. "It's okay, don't be afraid. My name's Tessa. I'm a reaper." She slowed with a light voice.

Y/n frowned. "A reaper? Wha- am I dead?"

"Yes."

"No. No, I can't. Not yet." Her mind raced a mile a minute, trying to remember what happened.

"It's going to be alright, y/n." Tessa tried.

"No, it's not!" "I want Dean." She then whispered to herself.

Tessa slowly came closer. "Listen, I know how you feel. But I'm afraid there's not much I can do."

"Please, not now.... I'll make a deal." y/n begged.

She shook her head, coming close to y/n. "Little Winchester, though I can help with that, I suggest otherwise. Though, I can already see the hurt the world is going through."

Y/n look up at Tessa. "What do you mean?"

"Without you, the- well.... I wish I could say more, but, you'll see soon enough." Tessa stopped.

"What? No! I want to know what is going on!" y/n demanded answers.

Tessa huffed with a small smile. "Let's just say, you're still needed in this world. So, just this one time, you got very lucky little one."

"I don't understand, reapers don't just... 'do a girl a favor' just like that? What's your game?" Y/n whined.

"Don't worry, one of you will see me again someday." Tessa breathed out. She started to reach out for y/n.

"One of us? No... what, you can't! No, stop!" y/n suddenly full of fear towards the reapers words, and the fact that she was trying to get to her. Y/n fell backwards trying to get away, falling into a pile of dirt. It felt like it sucked her into the ground, before feeling a hand grasp hers tight. It pulled her up through the dark ground, then suddenly feeling like she was suffocated by dirt. Her body jolted out of the trench, landing harshly on the ground. She coughed up dirt remnants and took some greedy deep breaths, blinking her eyes open to look at her surroundings.

Y/n looked around, seeing she was on the cold ground of a cemetery in the middle of the night. She looked up at the sky as the sun started to rise, allowing her to see the atmosphere more clearly. Her gaze fell to the ground next to her, seeing a deep half-filled hole in the ground with no marker.

'An unmarked grave?' she thought to herself. The events of the moments leading up to her death quickly flooded back. The memories of the reaper were erased. Y/n's hand went to cover her mouth in shock and fear, feeling confused and lost.

"Dean? Sam? Where are you?!"

........................

Sam and Dean had finished another hunt. They were reluctant to take this hunt, seeing as it was in the same area y/n had died in. They hadn't been back since they buried her. With each hunt they found, they put all their energy into killing every monster they could amidst finding a way to get y/n back.

The motel was in their rearview mirror as Dean drove through the town. Sam looked up and out the window as he felt the car stop. He looked over at Dean, confused to see the car stopped in front of a cemetery. "What are you doing?"

"It's been 2 years... I thought, y'know." Dean left his words unfinished.

The realization came to Sam's face, watching his brother's anguished expression as he left the car. He followed behind Dean up the path to the resting site where they laid y/n, underneath the willow tree in the cemetery. Dean stood above the glowing green grass that hid behind the sun's partial shadows. Sam shuffled behind in silence, flooded with the unbearable memories from that day.

"What're we gonna do Dean?" Sam asked.

"Not now, Sam."

"I-I'm serious. Our leads keep getting colder, I can't make sense of anything else."

"Hey! Can we do this later? Seriously." Dean gritted his teeth, longing for a silent moment.

"Look, Dean. I know you're scared we're not gonna get her back, but we-"

"We are gonna get her back. No one said anything about-"

"Hey wait, what-" Sam interrupted.

"Sam, enough. Okay!" Dean grew agitated.

"Listen, I wasn't gonna say we weren't gonna find a way...." Sam stopped. He kneeled down, looking intently at the ground.

"What?!" Dean looked over his shoulder.

"Why is there... dirt, everywhere?" Sam looked up, turning around when he heard the familiar sound.

"Sam! Dean!"

Dean perked up as he recognized the sound of y/n's voice, sounding through out the air. "y/n!?"

"Dean!"

"y/n!"

The voices bounded back among the grounds before y/n's figure appeared from around the trees. Tears gushed from Sam and Dean's eyes as they caught sight of their sister in the distance, running at them.

The weight on y/n's chest disappeared as she was able to discern her two brothers. Tears shed from her lids as she got closer, opening her arms and practically falling into Dean. He engulfed her grasp with strong arms, lifting her up and bringing her close.

"Oh my god!" Dean breathed out heavily, letting out a thankful sob. "I was so worried."

"Me too. I was so scared..." y/n whispered into Dean's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, y/n/n. I'm sorry I wasn't able to protect you. That never should've happened." Dean apologized, all the guilt and sorrow built up over two years came flooding out.

"It's okay." Y/n could care less. She didn't see it as her big brothers fault. This job was dangerous, and she unfortunately saw first hand. "That doesn't matter now, I'm here." She caught sight of Sam's glossy eyes approaching her.

"Sammy!" She loosened her grip on Dean, leaning over to Sam who was there, ready to embrace her. His large frame overtook her and held on tight.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this." Sam mumbled in her ear. Y/n waited until Sam lowered her from his hug. "Wait, how long was I gone?"

Sam and Dean looked back at her in shock, finally coming to their senses and wondering how she got back.

"Two years."

Y/n stood in bewilderment. It didn't feel like she was gone for two years, what had happened during that time. How were Sam and Dean?

"I-I don't understand..." she breathed out with eyes welling up.

"It's okay, it's okay. We're here. We're all here now." Sam placed a comforting hand along her shoulder, reassuring all three of them.

"It didn't feel like two years... how did I get back?" y/n asked confused.

"You don't know how you got back?" Dean asked just as lost.

Y/n shook her head. "Can you remember anything about what happened." Sam asked.

"I remember- the pain. And, and Dean... Then, it's all nothing." y/n tried to focus.

Sam and Dean shared a look, knowing something must have happened on the other side for y/n to just come back like that. Another thing they would have to figure out. For now, the relief that filled them to have their sister back was enough.

"It's okay, we'll figure it out." Dean said rather quickly. "I'm just glad you're back, kiddo." y/n was pulled into another needy hug.

"I love you." y/n quietly spoke into Dean's shoulder.

"Yeah, me too kid."

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Works by @ghosts-cyphera

Bloodied Bullets, Soft Confessions: “I guess I’d been lucky so far.”

Pornstar Ghost:  All genuine, from both of you

Works by @peachesofteal

Dead Disco: The one that’s always left behind

Light On: Simon has a new neighbor

Through Me (The Flood): Still, even in this moment, you leave him breathless

Works by @lvrxly

Singledad!Ghost: "Eh, I kinda like your son more than you, he's less broody," You tease

An Odd Feeling:

Works by @chaosandmarigolds

Among the Bullets Ch.1 Pt.1, Ch.1 Pt.2, Ch.2 Pt.1 , Ch.2 Pt.2: “Adrenaline makes the body do some pretty insane things, sir.”

Pre-K Universe

Works by @tojisun

My Baby Swinging: Simon and his pretty little sweetheart’s adventures

The Apple that rolled over to The Tree

It Takes A Rampage (to be a dad)

HockeyPlayer!Simon

Works by @bi-writes

Final Girl

Pregnant!Reader Snapping at Simon

Clean Up Call

Works by @writersdrug

Training For Two

Tea and Cigarettes

Works by @halcyone-of-the-sea

Sole Survivor: “Who’s the guy with the mohawk?”

Digging Gaze: But he was afraid, as well. Terrified

Cherry by @barefoothighlander: Ghost finds out about your side gig

The Captain by @as-is-above-so-below: Ghost’s wife joins the team on an op agaisnt his wishes

Bleeding Out Pt.1, Bleeding Out Pt.2 and Bleeding Out Pt.3 by @constantcrisis19: A bomb almost levels the entire town. Ghost extracts you.

Oneshots & Multichapter and Price’s Birthday by @rileyslibrary: An entire collection of Simon Riley oneshots

The Things I Never Said Pt.1 and The Things I Never Said Pt.2 by @lvlyghost: When the inevitable happens, you run

Ghost in the Austrian Asylum by @prazinos: The two of you want him as well

Painless Bruises by @tacticaldiary: Avoiding Simon’s gaze is harder than it’s ever been

The Experiments by @diaryofanidiot: Forced to fight and claw her way to live

The Accused by @amoristt: You fucking ran. What choice did you have?

Badges of Honor by @clairdelunelove: Ghost always recieves the biggest stickers

King!Ghost x Princess!Reader by @hyperactively-me: Stubborn Princess who warms up to the King

Ghost x Civillian Masterlist by @sim0nril3y: How he met his civillian and fell in love

The Twins by @princessdimondheart: He saw his own eyes

How many fingers am I holding up by @sprout-fics: “Don’t hate me for this, Si.” You think weakly

Lime-Sized by @imperihoe-writes: Sighing happily, she wiggled a bit deeper into his embrace

Bodyguard!Simon x Popstar!Reader by @xo-cod: Simon looks on in pride

Phantom Frost Line by @diejager: You’re a new face, unknown to Ghost and he isn’t too keen about the news

Nothing’s New by @thewriterg: He held you like he always will and as he always had

Unmasked Love by @springtyme: she turns her head to look over at you with an excited expression on her little face

Welcome Home by @babygirl-riley: but when she was around wow, he would make sure everyone knew who she was

Odds On by @bits-and-babs: The smirk that had been threatening to break finally cracks across your lips at the confirmation of your victory

His Heart, His Light, His World by @thexsilentxwordsmith: "You deserve it all, Simon. Every once of it."

Unexpected by @dammn-dean: Simon felt a pang of something up his spine, similar to jealousy but close to disappointment in himself.

If Only You Would Have Trusted Me by @ltghosty: That was the only thing that helped you come to peace with the things you were forced to do in order to protect your family.

Husband!Simon by @ahqkas: he didn’t hesitate to scoop the smiling baby up into his arms

Glory Days by @sstormyskyesss: If you weren't focused on calculating the best strategy out of this particular setback, you’d be able to see the stars in Simon’s eyes

Simon Riley Collection by @starstruckmiraclekitty:

Cure For Me [zombie!ghost] by @groguspicklejar:

Who Wants to Live Forever by @writeforfandoms: Then his lips twitched. “Took you long enough.” 

Vegas Wedding by @ceilidho: When he stretches an arm up to scratch his upper back, you almost whimper at the way his arm bulges. 

Secret Haven by @lightwing-s: and the moment his eyes caught yours you could clearly understand his message.

Lovely by @daisies-daydreams: “Even though this isn’t on my finger while I’m at work, I’ll always act like it is,” you reassured him

Homeward Bound AU by @writeforfandoms: You spared a brief thought of thanks that your mother had taught you everything about this job. 

Firefighter!Simon Riley by @thelaisydazy: He loves the ones handed over the counter by the cute worker that smiles at him and fusses over the dog every morning.

Simon’s Favorite Hair by @lovifie: And in that moment, with your hair still in his hand, he knew he was in trouble.

Coffee Shop by @sinkovia: His life was good, and he couldn't ask for more

The Next of Kin by @soapybutt17: Many eyes had lingered on you when they heard your last name

Nurse by @jayybugg: Ghost stayed silent. His eyes stay trained on you, no words or sounds coming from him.

Gold Rush by @midnightarcheress

Soft Spot by @cordeliawhohung

Hatred For You Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt.5 by @mangowafflesss

Dad!Simon by @tacticalgirlboss

Accidental Sugar Baby Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3 by @brainoutofstock

Special Eye on Singlemom!Reader by @bi-writes

Meeting Single-mom!Reader by @zvdvdlvr

Russian Roulette by @writingangst

No More by @mayflysdie

Footballer Simon by @dante-mightdie

Transferrable Skills by @dragonnarrative-writes

implied fat!reader x bluecollar!simon riley by @drgnflyteabox

Was Warm by @eevee-of-eternity

Ghosting Series Pt.1, Pt.2 by @bittersw33t-lotus

Weird by @fivechapters

Beaded Bracelet by @manicrouge

The Poor Decision by @ceilidho

Dividers by @cafekitsune

[adderallinfluenced]

thorns

gabriel x reader

TW WARNINGS: violence, torture/manipulation, cursing, blood, drugging

When her brothers find out about her and Gabriel’s relationship, they get into an argument. She storms out, finding herself in a bad situation, and Gabriel saves her.

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Dean paced the motel, anger written all over his face. Sam sat in the chair across her, brow furrowed. They’d found out about Gabriel, or rather, her relations with him. Needless to say, they weren’t happy.

They were working on a rather tricky demon case at the time, planting them down in the middle of nowhere. Gabriel’s company while she did research was a welcome one, until Dean had walked into the two of them getting busy.

Her brothers harsh voice cut her through her thoughts.

“Have you got anything to say? At all?” He snapped, “I mean, fuck, Y/N. After all the freakin’ bullshit his feathered ass put us through?”

“What he put you through.” She snapped, “Not me. He’s not like that, Dean.” He really wasn’t. He cared about his family, and he sure cared about her, as far as she knew. Bringing her little gifts, taking her to different places and giving her the chance to finally unwind from constantly moving from city to city.

Dean scoffed, “How long have you been fucking around behind our backs, then?”

“God, what does that matter? It doesn’t change anything.”

He didn’t reply, staring daggers at her. He gritted his teeth, biting back something harsh. If looks could kill, she thought to herself. She rolled her eyes, “Just under two years,” she muttered.

“Are you kiddin’ me?” Her brother stared at her. “Two freaking years?”

“Do you even know what he’s capable of?” Sam’s voice cut in. He’d stayed mostly silent up to that point. “I can’t even count how many times he killed Dean; and I lived through it over and over and over. He’s immortal, Y/N, with the power to do nearly anything if he just thinks it.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” She threw back sarcastically. He rolled his eyes and sighed.

“My point is, he’s going to get bored at some point. They all do. As much as I love you, I really doubt you’re the exception here.” He finished.

“You guys hang around Cas.” She pointed out.

“He’s.. Thats different. It doesn’t matter. He’s bad news, sis. Nothing good happens when he’s hanging around, and you should know it.” Dean added. That fucking hypocrite, she thought.

“Can’t be that different, I’d almost say it’s very similar. Especially for you, Dean.” She retorted. Her patience was paper thin.

Hues of red crept up his face. Her jab had clearly hit the target, but it only pissed him off further. “That has nothing to do with this.” His voice was low, dripping with anger. “Why can’t you just listen to me for once? After everything I’ve done for you, I feel like you owe me this one.” He added.

“Like I owe you- Christ, Dean. Quit acting like dad. Just because you’re older doesn’t mean you’re in charge.” She hissed back at him.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Y/N. We’re just looking out for you.”

“Yeah? Controlling who I can and can’t see is looking out for me?” Her blood was boiling.

“Yeah, it is. Would it be so hard to listen? Are you capable of that?” How dare he?

“Dean-” Sam began, but her harsh tone cut him off.

“Screw you, Dean. I’m out. You can figure this out-” she motioned towards the mess of research papers on the coffee table, “by your damn self.” She stood up, and despite their protests, grabbed her keys and slammed the door behind her. She was hot with anger.

Making her way out her car, she unlocked it and slipped inside. It was a dingy old thing, but at least it was hers. She turned the key, and the engine rolled over, hesitating to start. Not now.. A couple more tries and it finally roared to life. She sat there for a couple minutes, thinking.

She pulled out, deciding an aimless drive was what she needed. Are you there, Gabe? She prayed out to him, I need someone to talk to. Silence. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting. He rarely did answer her prayers.

She turned the music up, allowing that to distract her further. She tapped her fingers against the wheel to the beat. The sun was setting, casting hues of purples, oranges and pinks across the sky. It was getting late.

Ahead in the road was a small bar and grill, and her stomach rumbled. She didn’t see herself going back to the motel anytime soon, so dinner sounded like a good idea. Grabbing dinner if you want to join, Gabe, she prayed to him, pulling into the parking lot.

The joint had definitely seen better days, but that wasn’t going to stop her from enjoying a few drinks and food. Letting out a sigh, she parked the car, waiting. Thoughts ran rampant in her mind. He wouldn’t get bored, she assured herself. Would he? She shook her head, trying to clear it. Briefly, she wondered if she should just head back to the motel. Demons were crawling through this town like termites to a tree. And it’s getting late, she added to herself; but she didn’t even want to think about her brothers at that moment. I’ll sleep in the car if I have to, she decided, stepping out onto the pavement.

She stepped inside, finding a seat at the bar. The bartender slid a menu over to her, flashing a friendly smile, “Haven’t seen you in here before. Just passing through?”

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” She replied, looking through the menu. “I’ll start with a vodka cran, tall. Thanks.” Sliding the menu back to him, he took it and nodded. She took in the surroundings of the small diner. It was rather slow; a couple folks took up the corner table, a pair played cards, another couple enjoying a dinner. Apart from chatter, and the dusty jukebox in the corner, it was relatively quiet. Almost peaceful.

“Tall vodka cran for the lady.”

The bartender was back. “Name’s Dusty, by the way.” He added, leaning against the bar. He eyed her curiously.

“Nice to meet you.” She wasn’t necessarily in the mood to talk, much less personalize with someone. “What do you recommend for a bite here?” She added, hoping he took a hint.

“You can’t go wrong with our burger.” He replied. “Want me to put one in for ya?”

“That’d be great. Thanks.” She sighed in relief when he turned back. Normally, simple conversation didn’t bother her, but she was too fed up with nearly everything to care.

She pulled her hand up to her forehead, rubbing her temples in frustration. Everything’s been going good for her thus far. They’d moved from hunt to hunt, executing each one damn near flawlessly. Her and Gabriel had grown close, too, and she felt as if she was in deep with the archangel. It was nearly every other day they’d see each other, the two dodging around her nosy brothers. Until that last time, she reminded herself.

Dusty made his back over, plate in hand. She turned her attention over to him. “Here’s that burger for you, Y/N.” He smiled, sliding the plate over to her. She froze, I never told him my name.

“I- Uh, thanks.” She tried playing it off. I need to leave. She wasn’t about to take any chances. All she had was her knife.

“I left something in my car. Keep an eye on that burger for me?” She attempted to lighten the awkward mood with a laugh, lifting herself up off the barstool, she made her way for the door. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, her heart pounding.

The man who had been playing cards stood at the door, blocking her way.

“Leaving so fast, Y/N?” His eyes were swallowed in darkness. Fuck. She reeled her arm back, swinging and making contact with his jaw. Surprise lit up his face, clearly not inspecting that from her. She pivoted around him, reaching for the door when another hand grabbed her arm, yanking her back.

Grabbing her knife, she twisted around to meet Dusty, only his eyes her black as well. She tried to stab through to his side, another demon grabbing her from behind. She struggled against them, shooting a glare up at Dusty.

“I’m betting you aren’t really Dusty, are you? Let me go.” She hissed at him. He laughed.

“Name’s Acteus, sweetheart.”

Acteus? That was the ‘ringleader’ of the demons they’d been tracking. She was in way over her head. Gabriel? Please help me, she prayed desperately towards her archangel. No response, yet.

“So now what? Kill me?” She snapped back at him.

“Kill you? No, I’m just here for some fun. You Winchesters are a pain to kill anyways.” He chuckled. When he stepped closer, she brought her foot up in a kick, meeting with his groin. He doubled over, and she tried to pull herself free.

“You bitch.” He looked up at her, pissed. Pulling his arm back, he hit her square on the side of the head. The world spun, and she slumped over, darkness shrouding her vision.

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When she woke, she had no idea where she was. The room contained a rickety table, a thick door and concrete made up each wall. Her skull itself felt as it was throbbing from where she’d been clocked over the head.

Dusty- No, the demon; Acteus, circled around her. The dirty concrete stung on the cut across her cheek, the ropes digging into her wrists. This is fucked. He twirled a fancy knife around in his hands, and dropped to a crouch in front of her, a smile plastered across his face.

“You don’t have to make this hard, sweetheart. We just have a couple questions for you, that’s all.” She didn’t respond.

He reached down and grabbed her face, directing her attention on him. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to tell us what we want to know. Cooperate, and we won’t have any problems. Got it?” He let go of her, pushing her head back into the floor. Her head collided with the concrete, sending dizzying stars into her eyes, and a groan escaped her throat. He stood up, and she remained silent.

“Got it?”

She flicked her gaze up to meet his. “Fuck off,” She hissed, and before she could say anything else, his boot collided with her ribs harshly. A loud crack echoed through the room, knocking the wind out of her lungs. She tried to catch her breath but all that came out was a weak wheeze, and she whined in pain. Gabriel? I really need your help here.

“You Winchesters are so stubborn.” He scoffed. “Speaking of, where are those brothers of yours? Where there’s one pest, there’s more, and I will not be taking ‘I don’t know’ for an answer.” He growled. He paced around her again, waiting for an answer.

She opened her mouth to say something snarky, and was cut off by another sharp kick to her side, and yelped. She looked up at him with rage in her eyes, and he clicked his tongue at her.

“You’ll have to be quicker than that, Y/N.” He drawled her name out mockingly, “my patience is very thin right now.” He crouched over her once more, pulling his blade back out. He lifted her shirt up slightly, revealing deep bruises already forming over her side. “That’s going to be a bitch to heal,” and he placed the tip of the blade over her skin.

“I won’t ask you again.” His gaze was fixed on her.

“They were at the motel down the road. How the hell am I supposed to know where they are now? We finished up our hunt here.” She lied. He cocked his head to one side, not breaking eye contact, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Is that so?” He lifted the knife up off of her, and her confidence grew.

“Liar.” He pushed the blade deeper, drawing blood, and in one swift motion, sliced down her side. She cried out in pain, her vision blurring. Gabriel, Cas, anyone. Please help me, she begged silently. She refused to give him any information. He stood back up, his boots making contact with her fingers, and they cracked under the pressure, sending white hot pain through her hand. When he stepped away, two of them were at an awkward angle.

“Oops. Did I step on you?” He sneered. “You don’t have to make this hard. You want out of here, I want answers.” He started, “I think we can make a fair compromise here, hm?”

Between her head, her side, and her hands, the pain was unbearable. Tears welled at her eyes, betraying her monotone expression.

“I hate you.” She hissed through her teeth. Another harsh kick.

“Wrong answer.”

He retreated back a couple steps, and threw the knife onto the table. “I’m not done with you yet.” He headed for the door, and paused, “If I were you, I would heavily consider cooperating.”

He was gone. Her mental walls broke down, tears falling down her cheeks, her whimpers echoing around the room. She was growing weaker by the second, and she knew it.

Everything hurt. Blood was oozing down her side, welling into a puddle on the floor. She couldn’t move her fingers, and her head felt as if it were about to split open. Exhaustion clung to her every sense, and she closed her eyes. I’m so sorry, Gabriel. For a moment, there was peace. The pain subsided, briefly.

In another flash, she was yanked back to reality. On one side of her, a man- no, demon, held her down. In front of her, she was face to face with Acteus, a syringe in his hands, injecting her with.. something. Her veins felt as if hot lava were running through them, and she struggled to catch her breath. He slapped her across the face, hard.

“You think you can die and have an easy way out?” He laughed, “I will bring you back over and over again until I don’t need you anymore.” They both let go of her, and she flinched away from them. Her heart was racing, it felt as if it her about to pound out of her chest. Her senses felt sharper, and she felt the aching pain of her wounds intensify. What the fuck did they give me?

“How about this Gabriel?” He asked curiously. “Word through the grapevine says he’s grown quite fond of you.” He eyed her, looking for any sort of reaction.

“What.. about him?” Her lungs felt like they were lit on fire, each word was a struggle.

“Don’t play stupid with me.”

“Does it matter?” Why does he care? She wriggled against the rope restraint on her wrist, casting a glare up at him. I won’t give him the satisfaction of breaking me.

“Oh, it does. He’s been quite a pain for us lately. Do you realize how much that archangel is worth?”

He smirked, placing his now bloodied boot over her side, applying pressure. She tried to move away, but he had her pinned. The pain was dizzying, icy cold darkness blurring the edge of her vision. Gabriel, if you can hear me… She silently begged, please help me.

“Come on, at least put up a little fight. I almost feel bad for you.” He stepped off of her, retreating a couple steps. The lights flickered, briefly, catching his attention. She could hear glass shattering from behind the door, the sounds of a fight filling the silence. Gabriel? Acteus stalked over to the door, locking it. He grabbed his blade from the table and turned back to her. He bent down and grabbed her by the hair, holding her down against the concrete.

“Those brothers of yours just can’t stay away, can they?” She flicked her attention up to him, with a more bewildered look in her eyes. No, it can’t be them. There’s too many demons up there. What if they.. She cleared her thoughts. I can’t think about that right now.

“Expecting someone else, Y/N?” He tightened his grip on her, pushing a knee into her side. “Come on, you don’t think we’re dumb enough to leave the place unwarded, hm?”

He clicked his tongue, “Well, I can’t imagine they’ll get too far. But just in case,” He pushed into her side more, deep pain causing darkness to cloud her vision as she cried out. “It might be best if I make sure there’s nothing left for them to save, hm?” He pulled his blade back out, pressing it against her throat. She tried to struggle away, but there was nowhere to go.

The lights flickered once more, and the door behind him splintered apart. Acteus jumped up, kicking her harshly to the side to face the intruder. He held his knife up, but faltered. Shock was evident in his face, but just briefly. His confident demeanor returned.

“Gabriel! What a surprise-” His voice was cut off as the archangel grabbed him by the throat, slamming him up against the wall. He swung his knife out towards his attackers side, stopping when Gabriel grabbed his wrist,

“How’d you get in here?” Acteus choked out, his hands struggling to pull Gabriel’s own off of himself.

“Wrong wards, dumbass.” His voice was laced with venom. She’d never seen him this pissed off before; angry, upset, irritated, sure. But this was a level of pure, unbridled rage she’d never seen.

“Hey- Come on, this is all a huge mistake. I’ll let her go, you can let me go and we’ll be on our way? This won’t happen again.” He rambled, and for once, there was fear behind his eyes.

“You’re right, it won’t happen again.” Gabriel righted his grip on Acteus’ throat, and the air crackled with energy. Sugar, close your eyes. Gabe’s voice echoed through her skull, and she screwed her eyes shut. The room lit up harshly, she felt heat radiating from the two. Acteus’ screams filled the room, filled with fear and pain, worse than nails on a chalkboard. As awful as the echoing sounds were, she had no empathy for him. Between the chaos in the room, her injuries and exhaustion, it was too much.

The light died down, and she opened her eyes to see Gabriel, and what once was Acteus. There was nothing left of him. Sleep and darkness lulled along her senses, and she couldn’t bare it further. She closed her eyes, the last thing she heard was Gabriel’s voice, begging his father to spare her, and comforting her as he desperately worked on her wounds. She slipped into nothing.

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Sunlight filled the room. She groggily opened her eyes, finding herself on her bed. Gabriel was sat on the of the bed, eyes fixated on the door. Keeping watch, maybe? She tried to sit up, groaning as her weak and sore muscles protested. His head snapped towards her direction, and he moved to her side.

“Woah, easy sugar,” He murmured, resting his hand on her shoulder. “I couldn’t heal you completely. You…” His voice trailed off. “The damage was too extensive. It’s been just under two weeks.” He finished carefully.

“Two weeks..” She echoed. Then it hit her. Her memories came crashing down, Acteus, that room, her fight with her brothers, the… damage he’d done to her. She lifted her cover up, and then her shirt, inspecting her side. Apart from light bruises, there was no evidence of any trauma. She looked up at him, “You came.”

“I almost lost you.” He whispered.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily, Gabe.” She replied with a weak laugh. His concern didn’t falter. She reached her arms out to him, pulling him closer to her. “I thought I was going to die in there.” She admitted. He moved to where he was lying next to her, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

“You almost did. I mean, fuck, I almost lost you. What if I had showed up a few minutes later?” He murmured.

She sighed, “I don’t know, Gabe. I’ve been able to take care of myself up until now. They took me by surprise, I guess.”

He stared at her, his golden eyes reflecting his emotions like panes of glass. He pressed a soft kiss on her forehead.

“How did you find me? I thought he had wards up.” She asked.

“He did, he just did a shit job at it. Your muttonhead brothers could do it better blackout drunk.” He replied, slight amusement edging his tone. Oh my god, my brothers. She hadn’t spoke to them since she’d stormed out of the motel, she realized.

“I was getting your prayers, sugar. I just couldn’t find you. Do you know how many buildings I tore up looking for you?”

She didn’t reply. She thought he’d just been busy, or ignoring her. No wonder he was so pissed, even before finding her.

“Sam, Dean- where are they?” She asked. Had it really been two weeks?

“Oh, they’re here. They weren’t happy to see me, and that’s an understatement. They won’t leave, something about not trusting me, or something.” He mumbled that last part.

She suppressed a giggle, “I can’t imagine why.”

“Do you want me to grab them?” He asked. She really didn’t, not yet. She wasn’t quite ready to talk to them. The comfort of her bed, along with Gabriel holding her was not something she wanted to abandon yet.

“No. I think I’m too tired.” She laid her head against his chest. “Rest with me?” She asked, peppering soft kisses along his neck. He sighed, melting into her touch.

“Sugar, you’ve been resting for two weeks, and archangels don’t sleep.” He replied, matter-of-factly.

“Okay, alright. But I can’t imagine you’ve done anything short of stressing and sitting right at the edge of my bed for the last.. two weeks.” She threw back at him. She knew she was right when he didn’t respond.

“That’s what I thought.” She added, stifling a yawn. “Just for an another hour or two?” She kissed right below his jaw again, and he took a deep breath.

“You drive a hard bargain, sugar.” He murmured, running his fingers through her hair.

“Thank you for saving me, Gabriel.”

He didn’t respond, humming and pulling her body close. She closed her eyes, the rising and falling of her angel lulling her to sleep.

[reigningqueenofwords]

Paintings

Pairing: Castiel x Winchester!Reader Word count: 1,953

Read on AO3

Sitting in the room that your brothers had set up for you, you tilted your head as you looked over the canvas in front of you. You were surrounded by some finished pieces, pieces you’d started and were waiting for new inspiration for, and then some pieces you hated and just never threw away. You were wearing a pair of old jeans and a tank top, not caring about the amount of paint that currently covered you. 

There was a knock on the door before it opened. When you looked over your shoulder, you were met with Dean’s face. “Sis, we kill things for a living, so please tell me why you paint like this?” He motioned around as he stepped it. 

“Like what?” You raised an eyebrow at him, looking innocent. 

He played Vanna White at your current piece. “Like you just ripped a guy’s heart out and decided to paint with it?!” He said simply. “It’s weird.” He shuddered. “It’s like the murder room in here.” He explained. 

You blinked. “Huh.” You shrugged. “I never thought of it that way.” You admitted. “Maybe it’s my way of working through things we see? You drink and jack off to Busty Asian Beauties. Sam nerds out. I paint.” That was your best theory. “And spend time with Cas when he can.” You pouted. He’d been somewhat busy lately, leaving you little time with your boyfriend. 

“Hopefully he can take you out soon. Get you away from this.” He motioned to your work again. “Can’t you paint something with life?” He asked. 

“I could try, but it probably wouldn’t be any good.” You told him. 

He rolled his eyes. “You’ve got talent, so stop trying to pretend you don’t. Anyways, dinner is done.” He moved towards the door. “Can you take a break from blood and guts to eat with your older brothers?” He teased you. 

“Give me five minutes to put the covers on my pallets and clean my brushes.” You smiled. “And get me a beer?” You asked him, going to work on cleaning up. “And not one of those alcohol free ones you’re hell bent on me drinking.” 

“You’re my baby sister, so sue me.” 

Stopping what you were doing, you stared at him. “Dean. I turned thirty two months ago .” You laughed. “I’m not a baby!” 

“Shuddup.” He muttered before leaving you alone. 

“Wash your hands.” Sam told you as he set things out on the table. “I know your hands are covered in paint.” 

You chuckled. “Jokes on you. My hands are clean, Sammy.” You showed him when he looked up at you. “Had to clean my brushes.” You explained. “Need any help?” You offered. 

He smiled. “Nope. We’re good.” He sat down as Dean brought over three beers. “I actually cooked dinner. No takeout tonight.” He said proudly. 

“Oh, impressive. And I was so getting used to the bad Chinese and Taco Bell.” You teased, getting yourself comfortable. “And thank you for the real beer.” You told Dean, lifting it to your lips. 

Cas appeared a moment later. “Oh, you’ve already begun dinner.” He sighed. “I was hoping to take Y/N for a date.” He explained. “Perhaps another night.” He noted, sitting down. 

Dean nudged you. “Go on.” He told you. “Or he’s going to pout like a puppy who lost his bone.” He teased his best friend. It had been weird as hell when you first started dating him, but over time...he was okay with it. “Besides, that ‘another night’ might not happen for weeks for all we know.” He pointed out. 

“You sure?” You looked between the boys. “You cooked.” You reminded Sam. 

He smiled, nodding. “I can easily put the leftovers in the freezer.” He assured you. “Go.” 

You got up, moving to hug each of your brothers. “You’re the best. Love you. I promise I’ll work on that ‘life’ painting tomorrow, Dean!” You kissed his cheek, making him chuckle and shake his head. You got to Cas and held out your hand. “All yours!” 

Cas’s face lit up as he stood. “I am looking forward to our date. I’ve missed you.” He said sweetly before he kissed you. 

Dean made a face. “Dude.” He said jokingly. 

“Going!” You laughed, tugging Cas out of the room. “Let me change and then we can go. Did you have someplace in mind?” You asked as you neared your room. “So I know how to dress.” 

“You are fine in what you are wearing.” He chuckled. “Although, I would suggest shoes.” He pointed out. “I find I enjoy when you are covered in paint. Means you had a good day in your ‘studio’, which I know makes you happy.” His blue eyes traveled over your body as he spoke. 

You blushed and looked at him. “Can I show you my latest work?” You asked shyly, wanting to see if he thought the same thing as Dean. 

He beamed. “Of course.” He nodded, letting you tug him in the direction of your little studio. “I always enjoy seeing it.” He had simply watched you work for hours on end before, observing you. It was beautiful. 

Opening the door, you let him in and shut it behind him. “Dean doesn’t get my work.” You told him. “Says it looks like I took a guy’s heart and painted with it or something.” You traced your fingers gently over the outside of your new canvas. “Asked me to paint something with ‘life’.” You sighed. 

“What is more full of life than blood?” Cas asked. When you looked at him, eyebrow raised, he smiled at you. “Blood truly is life.” He pointed out. “Without it, humans would die, animals would parish.” 

You nodded at that. “That is a very good point.” You agreed. “Dean calls it the murder room.” You shrugged. “I dunno, just wanted your opinion. I never noticed it until he said that. I like my work. It speaks to me. Except for those.” You pointed to the corner. “Those are my disowned works.” 

He chuckled lightly. “Why do you keep them?” He asked, curious. 

“Inspiration to do better?” You guessed, chewing on your lip as you looked around. Slowly, you smiled at him. “I have an idea…” You moved to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “And I need the help of a certain angel.” You flirted. 

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. “And how may I help you?” He asked, voice low. 

Pecking his lips, you grinned. “Strip.” You patted his chest. 

“Strip? As in, remove my clothing?” He asked, wanting to clarify things.You nodded as you slowly pulled away, taking off your tank top. 

Both of you stripped, eyes never leaving each other as you did so. “Now, pick some paint.” You pointed to where there was a bunch of new bottles. “No more than say six. Don’t want it to get muddy.” You moved things out of the way as he looked over his options, wanting them to be perfect. Once there was enough room, you set up as many canvases as you could fit in the area. 

“Are these okay?” He asked, turning with two bottles in each hand- teal, dark blue, emerald green, and a color that reminded you of his eyes. 

“Perfect.” You nodded, excited. “Give me two.” You reached out, getting dark blue and emerald green. “Now shoot streaks all over the place. On these canvases.” You told him. 

“And this will create ‘life art’?” He asked as he opened his two bottles. 

You did the same. “It’s the start.” You explained. “Move around to get some all over.” You told him, not staying put. Once you felt there was enough, you stopped. “That’s good. Can you put these over there?” You handed him your bottles and motioned to the ones that were opened. 

Castiel nodded, taking them. “Of course.” He agreed. “Now...what?” He was curious as you walked across the canvases towards him. 

“Now, you’re going to lay me down on these and we’re going to enjoy each other.” You ran your hand over his chest. “We’re going to make a painting with our bodies.” Kissing him softly, you smiled. 

His hands gripped your hips. “I will not object to that.” He told you, kissing you lovingly as the pair of you moved to lay down. 

Dean was walking by your room when he heard you laughing and paused. He furrowed his brows, moving towards it. “Sis?” He called out before opening the door. “Oh, come on .” He instantly left. 

Walking into the kitchen, your hair was wet and you were wearing your bathrobe. Cas wasn’t that far behind, a smile on his face. He was dressed in his own clothes, but his hair was also wet. “Please erase that image from my mind.” Dean down the last of his beer. 

“Hey, you asked me to create a life painting.” You smirked. 

“I didn’t say ‘make babies in paint’!” He countered, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. “I want to forget that sight.” He groaned. 

Cas furrowed his brows. “We were not ‘making babies’.” He told Dean. “I have no wish to lose her to childbirth.” 

You giggled as Dean put his head on the table. “I think you’re breaking him.” You told your boyfriend. “Let’s just get my ice cream and go watch a movie.” You said as you got a bowl. “I’m sure it’ll pass, Dean.” You told your older brother. “You’ll be okay.” 

He shook his head, not moving it from the table. “I regret telling you to make ‘life paintings’. Please, stick to your murder work.” He turned his head to look at you. 

“I might. Depends on if these sell.” You shrugged. 

That made him sit up. “Sell?” He asked, curiosity piqued. “What are you talking about? You’ve never mentioned selling your work before.” 

You nodded, finishing getting your ice cream and putting it away. “It was Cas’s idea. Said that my talent should be shared, and it might be a good way for us to make some spare cash.” You turned to lean against the counter, bowl in hand. “So, I’m going to ask Sam to help me figure out how to sell some stuff online.” You explained. 

Dean smiled at that. “See, told you that you have talent.” He said proudly. “You got a ton of work in there you can sell.” 

“Except I requested she keep one of our pieces.” Cas noted. 

“Please never mention your ‘pieces’ again.” Dean said over his shoulder. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to find something to take my mind off...that.” He moved to the fridge to grab another beer before leaving the two of them alone. 

Running through the bunker when you heard Dean get home from a supply run. “Dean!” You were nearly jumping with excitement. “Guess what?!” You squealed. 

“What?” He laughed, loving seeing you like this. 

“Everything. Sold.” You told him. “In just the time that you were gone.” You gushed. “Cas and Sam and helping me get everything wrapped up. The buyer is in the city.” You explained. “All. One. Buyer.” 

His eyebrows went up. “One?!” He grinned. “That’s amazing. You sure it’s legit?” He didn’t want you getting screwed over. 

You nodded. “He’s sent half the money already.” You told him. “We meet him about dinner time. And, then after, I’d like to take my big brothers out to celebrate.” 

“What about Cas?” He asked. 

“We’re going away for a few days, leaving Friday.” You told him happily. “Going to Greece. Saving on airfare, thankfully.” 

Dean hugged you, happy for you. “You’ll be in a museum one day.” He beamed.

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Stay - Dean Winchester x Reader

You and Dean are forced to share a bed after a hunt, and you talk in your sleep. You end up saying too much, and you confess your feelings for him.

It was late evening when you and Dean pulled up into the parking lot of a cheap motel on the border between California and Oregon, and you were both exhausted.

It had been a long day. You two had set off in the morning for a hunt, a simple case all things considered (a stubborn poltergeist), but you had been on hunt after hunt for weeks with barely any rest and it was starting to take its toll. Dean had insisted Sam stayed at Bobby's since he had a broken wrist that needed to heal and you had agreed, hence why only the two of you had set off on this case.

Now that it was over, you felt like you could sleep for three days in a row.

"Maybe we should actually get out of the car…?" Dean suggested, neither of you moving.

You let out a chuckle. "Right. I'm so tired I can't think straight."

"Let's sleep in tomorrow, alright? Don't come knocking at my door before midday."

"Don't you come knocking at my door before midday!" you smiled, finally getting out of the car and grabbing your bag, heading toward the motel.

As soon as the receptionist saw you he plastered a fake smile on his face and welcomed you with an enthusiastic Good evening! that sounded way too cheerful and proceeded to tell you that you two were lucky, the motel only had one room left.

"Does the room have separate beds?" You asked, glancing at Dean out of the corner of your eye. When you and the Winchesters went on hunts you would usually get your own room while Sam and Dean shared one.

"I'm afraid not, there's only one bed…" the receptionist trailed off and Dean immediately interjected: "We'll take it." He moved his gaze to you: "We're exhausted, I don't feel like driving in search of another motel. Let's just stay here."

You nodded. You could barely stand and you certainly didn't feel like driving, either.

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"Dean? Do you mind if I shower first?" You asked almost timidly, looking around the room. It was small and fairly spartan, but at least it smelled and looked clean.

"Go ahead, I think I'll go get some food at the vending machine down the hall. Want anything?"

You could have eaten, but at the same time you really were not in the mood for junk food, so you shook your head and went to take a shower. When you were done, you changed into a pair of shorts and a large T-shirt, feeling even more sleepy.

"I feel like a new woman," you muttered as you exited the bathroom and reached Dean, sprawled out on the bed, munching on some kind of bar.

"I take it hot water actually works this time?" he grinned, referring to the last hunt when you stopped at a motel with horrific bathrooms.

"Yeah, decent water pressure too. Go ahead, I'm done!"

Dean nodded and left, while you made yourself comfortable under the duvet. Then it hit you. Only one bed, not even that big. And you and Dean, sharing it. Sleeping really close to each other. Practically touching.

You closed your eyes and sighed, hoping falling asleep wouldn't prove difficult. You were worried you'd stay awake, feeling self-conscious about your proximity… but then, you heard him sing in the shower and started to gradually relax. His voice was so comforting. It was so deep and husky, so beautiful…

You drifted off to sleep.

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"Hey, Y/N, are you-"

Dean emerged from the bathroom and stopped talking when he noticed you were out like a light. He smiled to himself and turned off the lights as he made himself comfortable beside you.

He felt a little odd. You two had shared a bed before, but a much bigger one and a long time in the past. He propped himself up on his elbow to take a good look at your relaxed face. You deserved a break, after the long month you had had.

He was tempted to reach out and brush a strand of hair away from your face, but he didn't want to wake you. He let out a little sigh, turning on his side to face away from you. Lately he had been feeling way too strongly about you, and he was worried. He was worried because he didn't want to fuck up and ruin your friendship, but at the same time he longed for you, and with each passing day it kept getting harder and harder to keep his feelings to himself.

"Dean…"

You mumbled something unintelligible and Dean rolled on your side to face you. "Sorry, did I wake you, Y/N?"

Silence. The room wasn't completely dark and he could see the expression on your sleeping face hadn't changed. Huh. Must be talking in her sleep.

"I wonder if Dean has realized…"

Dean stiffened. What were you talking about? "Realized what?" he whispered, suddenly attentive.

"I am so in love with him…"

Dean's eyes widened and he sat up in bed, feeling more awake than ever. "You… you're in love with Dean? Since when?"

You didn't say anything at first, but eventually muttered: "I can't even remember… it's been so long…"

He reached out with his arm with the intention to wake you, but then stopped. He couldn't do that.

"I am in love with Dean… but I'm not good enough for him… so I'll never tell him," you mumbled. "He's so handsome… and strong… and he has the biggest heart… how could I not love him?"

Dean couldn't believe your words. He wanted to ask more, but he suddenly felt guilty about questioning you when you didn't even realize what you were doing. And what you'd said about not being good enough hurt, because it was the other way around. He believed he didn't deserve someone like you.

You went silent after that, and Dean tried to get to sleep.

Despite his exhaustion, he stayed awake for almost an hour, tossing and turning and wishing it was morning already.

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"Dean, you look tired. I hope I wasn't moving in my sleep, keeping you awake."

He cleared his throat and shook his head. "You weren't moving in your sleep," he replied, looking down at his plate. Instead of scarfing down breakfast like he normally would, it was taking him forever to get through his eggs and bacon. You had almost finished your pancakes.

"Well… did you have trouble sleeping?" you asked curiously, eyeing him intently. He did look tired, but still gorgeous. The only thing that gave away his lack of sleep was the bags under his eyes, and even then, he looked better than 99% of the population.

"I… well… it's just…"

You raised an eyebrow. He had been acting odd all morning, ever since you woke up. You had moved closer to him while you slept, and when you opened your eyes you realized you were snuggling against him, but he was asleep and you had moved away immediately, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. But maybe he had noticed, and that was why he was acting weird?

"I'm sorry if I got too close to you in bed… I just move a lot when I sleep and-"

"No, that's not it," he cut you off, biting his lip. "You were talking in your sleep last night."

"Oh God, did I keep you up? I'm so sorry, Dean! You should have woken me-"

"No, it was only a few minutes, you didn't speak for long. But you said… something."

You didn't like where this was going one bit. Pretending to not be affected, you gulped down some coffee and waited for him to elaborate further.

"You said some things about me, and… they were all compliments, huge compliments, and you also said…" Dean hesitated. He hated the thought of potentially making you uncomfortable, but he just had to tell you. He couldn't pretend he hadn't heard, especially because he was in love with you, too! "You said you were in love… with me." he whispered, staring into your eyes as if he was mesmerized.

You tensed up immediately and dropped your fork. You could deny it, sure, but you doubted Dean would believe you. Despite not remembering what you'd said in your sleep, you were sure everything had been 100% the truth.

You were in trouble.

"I…" You lowered your gaze, feeling extremely embarrassed. You were at a loss for words.

"Y/N, please, look at me."

You gingerly looked up, not sure what to expect, but Dean's gaze was warm and loving and he was smiling.

"It made me happy… to hear you say those things."

"Oh…"

He reached out his hand to grab yours and squeezed it lightly. "And… it also made me sad."

Of course. He's going to say he loves me like a sister. "I'm sorry, Dean…"

"Sorry?" he frowned. "No, it's… I meant it made me sad because you said you weren't good enough for me, and that's a lie. I think the opposite."

What?

"I think I am not good enough for you."

You must have looked puzzled, because Dean smiled before adding: "I feel the same way you do."

You blinked. You must have misheard. "You-what?"

Dean let out a little laugh and reached over, gently pressing his lips on yours. It only lasted a moment, but he tasted good. Like coffee.

"I'm in love with you, Y/N," he said firmly. "And… I'm happy we shared a room and I'm happy you talk in your sleep, cause God knows how long we would have gone on pretending if this hadn't happened."

You couldn't believe it. As Dean stared at you expectantly, you willed yourself to say something to break the silence. "I guess we can keep sharing a room from now on?"

Dean laughed and reached over again, this time whispering in your ear. "You can count on it, sweetheart. Now what do you say we leave the diner and make up for lost time?"

You got up so quickly you almost bumped your knee against the table and as you followed Dean outside you silently thanked all the gods you didn't believe in for your useless ability of sleep talking.

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Why Can't I freakin' Have a Pair of $3 Headphones?

Pairing: Sam x Sister! reader

Warning(s): Reader being a slight brat, stern Dean (really just a lil crack post)

Description: Sam buys something that his sister wanted; However, Dean doesn't know.

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        "Hey Dean, can I get these?" (Y/n) asks with a puppy-eyed smile as she walks over to her brother, who was currently deciding between two brands of booze from the alcohol walkway. Sam stands beside him, leaning on his left leg with his arms crossed, and a bored expression resting on his face. Dean barely looks up from the cooler before shaking his head adamantly. 

        "No." Dean grumbles.

        "What? Why not?" She protests.

        "Because we're only getting stuff that we need."

        "And beer is an necessity?" (Y/n) bites back.

        "Of course beer is an necessity. Now, put them back." Dean orders audaciously. His eyebrows curl over his stern gaze and his lips mold tightly into a pout.

        "Why can't I freakin' have a pair of $3 headphones?" She replies back just as childishly. 

        "Because I said so. Why do you want them so badly anyway?"

        "So I can listen to stuff without having to blare it out in the open." 

        "What do you have to hide?"

        "Ugh, just forget I said anything!" She breaths through her nose like an angry bull. She tosses the compact plastic seal onto a nearby shelf before peevishly marching to the end of the aisle.

        "I knew that would get her," Dean snorts dryly to Sam, only to realize he was not impressed with Dean's ethic. "Sheesh, sorry..." Dean blows out, then strolls across to the next lane while whistling a tune.

        As (Y/n) turns to follow behind Dean, out of the corner of her (E/c) eye, she could see Sam reaching in the half empty water section of the shelving to retrieve the headphones she threw. He nonchalantly places it in his coat pocket and she couldn't help but to smile slightly.

        When walking back to the Impala with the few groceries in hand, Sam casually bumps into his sister's shoulder. He grabs the neatly bagged device from his jacket and sneakily places it between (Y/n)'s fingers. "Don't tell Dean," He whispers, giving a warm smile.

        "You're the best," She laughs before giving him a hug from the side.

        "Very inconspicuousness, (Y/n)." Sam says with a proud grin as Dean gives them the stink eye from over his shoulder.

        "Right. Sorry," (Y/n) replies after letting him go, her cheerful mood not going unnoticed by Dean as she places the bags in the trunk and gets in the car without a complaint.

        "What did you do," Dean questions Sam as he slams the back hatch closed.

        "Just fixed what you caused," Sam shrugs with a small smirk.

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        "Uh, (Y/n), what are these?" Dean calls from across the room. His sister looks up from the novel she's reading on the bed and the color drains from her face. Dean limply dangles the cord from his index finger, anger dancing in his hazel orbs flamboyantly. 

        "Headphones," (Y/n) mumbles loud enough for her older brother to hear.

        "Did you get these behind my back?" 

        "No!" I mean, kinda..."

        "Kinda?"

        "Sammy got them for me."

        As if hearing his name, Sam enters through the main door with a couple of fast food bags soaked at the bottom with grease. He freezes on spot in the open doorway as the tense atmosphere radiates off his siblings. He slowly closes the door with the back of his heel, glancing between his brother and sister questioningly. "What's going on?"

        "What are these?" Dean instigates, showing the headphones to Sam with a slight swing. 

        "Earbuds."

        "Sis said you got them for her."

        "Yeah, I did," Sam sighs as he sets the bags down on the small kitchen counter top. "What's the big deal?"

        "She's too young-"

        "Don't start that bull crap, Dean. If I didn't trust her, I wouldn't have bought them for her. Look man, I know the real reason why you don't want her to have them," Sam says with the roll of his eyes, "Your being a stuck up though. (Y/n) can handle her own, and if she encounters somethings that makes her uncomfortable, she knows what to do. Right, (Y/n)?"

        "Dude, all I want is to listen to music privately on my way back from school. You're acting like I'm going to do something horrible," (Y/n) responds.

        Dean releases a long breath before placing the wire in his sister's lap. "Your right, I overreacted. You can listen to music as much as you like," He remarks while taking out a wrapped burger from the bag and handing it to her.

        "Thanks Dean."

        "But (Y/n)," He comments as he takes a bite out of his own burger and tosses Sam his salad carrier. He groans in delight, juice dripping off his stubbled chin before wiping it with the back of his hand. "If I find anything in your search history... your grounded for life."

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Have A Little Faith - Dean Winchester P3

Title: Have A Little Faith - Dean Winchester Part 3

Words:

Relations: Dean Winchester X Reader

TW: SPOILERS S1E12

Prompt:

Follows Faith Episode. Season 1 Episode 12.

Part 2

I pulled up to the motel and helped Dean to the door of Sammy's room. He knocked before Sammy opened it and let us in. "What the hell are you doing here?" Sammy asked, happy to see Dean again. He even smiled at me as I helped Dean take a seat.

"I checked myself out, I checked her out too," Dean replied trying to seem tough.

"You've been doing that since we met," I chuckled making Dean smile.

"Are you crazy?" Sammy asked Dean showing his concern.

"I'm not going to die in a hospital when I can just bring my hot nurse with me," He gestured to me making me scoff.

"You know this whole 'I laugh in the face of death thing, It's crap, I can see right through it," Sammy added making me smirk.

"Yeah whatever dude," Dean shrugged him off.

"Alright, so I guess I should be going." I piped up.

"Wow, wow wow." Dean stopped me. "Your shift isn't over, you're still my nurse," Dean smirked at me.

"I'm not your nurse," I rolled my eyes with a laugh.

"Would you like to be?" He added suggestively making me laugh. "Aw come on, you were the one to convince me to leave and now you're going back?" He questioned. I shook my head. Dean had an idea. "You're going to walk away from a dying man? denying him of the help he needs," He asked giving me a guilt trip.

"You suck, Dean." I gave in making him smile. I walked over and took a seat beside him. "Is that okay?" I asked Sammy.

"I guess so, I'm Sam," He added. I smiled and shook his hand.

"I'm Y/N," I replied softly.

"Yeah, so I've been scouring the internet and calling all the contacts in Dad's journal," He informed Dean.

"For what?" Dean asked adjusting his sitting position.

"For what'd help you," Dean scoffed but Sam was serious. "One of Dad's friends, Joshua, called me back, heard about a guy in Nebraska, a specialist." Sam was adamant that Dean could be saved and it was something I needed.

"You're not going to let me die in peace, are you?" Dean added making me giggle.

"I'm not gonna let you die, period," I smirked at this. "We're going,"

"Alright whatever, but first we sleep." Dean shrugged. "Y/N's sharing a bed with me in case I get cold," Dean cheekily added.

"I will not, Y/N is sleeping on the floor," I replied in the first and third person making Sam chuckle.

"You're going to deprive your patient of warmth and comfort?" He added acting shocked. I pretended to think about it.

"Yep," I quickly added making Sam laugh. Sam got up and went to the bathroom.

"I promise I won't do anything, just please stay in the bed with me. I don't want you being in pain on the floor and it would help to have you beside me if I need you to help me with the bathroom or something?" Dean explained in a concerned yet helpless tone. It was easy to see that he didn't want Sam to see how dependent he now was on me.

"Okay," I replied softly making him smile.

"You won't regret it," He added.

"I think I will," I commented with a chuckle making him slightly laugh. Sam came out of the bathroom and saw us both smiling.

"I thought you would have resisted him longer than that," Sam joked making me laugh.

"Me too but it's those eyes," I added with a laugh. Of course, I had noticed the angelic eyes of the angelic man. His green eyes are so precious and perfect yet the rest of him is roughed and handsome. It must be true what they say about the eyes being a window to the soul.

"Oh, so it's my eyes that you like?" Dean questioned with a smirk.

"Shut it, you've made two comments about my butt today and it's only 2 so you can't say anything," I retorted making Sam laugh.

"I like her," Sam chuckled referring to me. I looked at him confused but I still had a smile on my face. "I like anyone who can shut my brother up," He added. I was a little shocked to find out they were brothers but now that he mentions it I can see some similarities.

"You can wear one of my shirts to bed, my bag's just on you're left," Dean commented on changing the subject. I looked over to see a duffle bag on the floor I picked it up and put it between Dean and me. I pulled the handles away from each other and as the bag wasn't zipped up I saw a gun inside. I saw the guys share a glance.

"Nice, a double-barreled shotgun," I commented pulling it out of the bag. "It has a nice grip to it but it feels a little lopsided. Have you changed the choke?" I asked quickly from the concealed love I have for guns.

"You know guns?" Sam asked impressed.

"Damn, she's hot," Dean unknowingly slipped out but I chose to ignore it.

"Yeah, I got into them after my dad showed me his handgun collection," I shrugged and both of the guys looked impressed.

"If I live through this, I'm keeping you," Dean added making me laugh.

"Maybe I'll have to make sure that doesn't happen then," I said and handed him the gun making him smirk. I will admit I'm teasing him and playing hard to get but with a face, body, eyes, attitude and smirk like his you know he can get whatever he wants anyway. Dean put the gun aside and went into his bag. He pulled out a plain grey shirt and handed it to me before pulling out clothes for himself. I got up and offered him my hand. He took it and I helped him to the bathroom. I led him inside but before I left he smirked at me.

"You're not going to help me change?" He asked still smirking.

"I can't but I can ask the nurse Sammy if you'd like?" I teased so he glared at me. I walked out but stayed standing by the door in case I heard Dean struggling. I heard Dean groaning in pain quite a few times and I couldn't bear it. I lightly knocked on the door.

"Are you okay?" I asked but heard no reply. I slowly opened the door and stepped inside. Dean was sitting on the lid of the toilet with his head in his hands in just his boxers. I looked at him sadly. I got in front of him and knelt. I put my hands on his knees to assure him.

"I'll be okay," He softly spoke and you could hear so much pain in his voice. More than usual.

"Come on, I'll help you get dressed." I shrugged but he sighed.

"You shouldn't have to," He started.

"Hey, I'm your nurse now remember, I have to look after you," I added. Dean now looked at me and his eyes peered into my soul. He looked so glad but so grateful at the same time. I grabbed his PJ bottoms from the side and scrunched them to the floor so Dean just had to carefully place his feet inside. Once we did that, I stood and offered Dean my hand. I helped him up and smiled at him and I blushed at the height difference.

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[v3nusxsky]

hiiiiii since today is my bday I was thinking if I could request lesso x female reader with loooots of comfort where lesso found out that today is r’s bday but she kept it a secret because she hated her birthdays and lesso felt sad for r so she surprised her 💛 thank u sm

A day to remember

*Authors note~ Drabble time i got this request around my birthday and birthdays are hard for me so I decided to wait until I had healed over my 21st before posting this which is based off my story*

Trigger warnings~ Vanishing Twin Syndrome (VTS) pregnancy loss and the aftereffects on the living twin, grief, that’s all I think?

Birthdays are meant to be joyful and memorable. The one day of the year that’s yours to feel special and loved. Any birthday parties you attended you’d seen parents beaming with pride, celebrating their child. Only on your birthday, your mother cried. In your younger years you didn’t realise that fact, too distracted by the colourful paper and what was inside. But as you grew you became more aware of your mothers tears.

On your tenth birthday you caught her crying in her room, not understanding why she wasn’t happy. You are the big ten now! Surely that’s a good thing? But that is when she told you that it wasn’t just your birthday, you have a twin. Honestly, you could’ve laughed it off if it wasn’t for the constant feeling of loneliness and the unusual attachment you have to your bear given to you at birth. From then on, birthdays became reminders, a day to grieve for you and your mother.

The bigger birthdays were always the hardest, turning twenty one alone, knowing the big celebration should be joint. Weeks of planning should’ve been spent over what cake you’d have, where you’d go, what you’d do, were spent alone wondering what you would do with the day. It shouldn’t be the way that it is and you knew that.

Leonora knew your story, but had fought hard to discover when your birthday was, she simply couldn’t let your 25th birthday slide by unnoticed. You were a quarter of a century old and that needed to be celebrated. Of course she knew you wouldn’t want a fuss, you’d wake up and cry in her arms missing your twin, then she’d manage to convince you to eat something small before you’d crawl back into bed under the mountains of blankets ready to sleep the day away. Well not this year.

On the dreaded day, the routine started as normal, she held you as you cried whispering words of love and reassurance that your twin would want you to celebrate not spend all day sad. This year she couldn’t coax you out of bed for breakfast so she brought breakfast to you, a single pink rose on the tray. On said rose, a little bit of paper tied with a piece of pink string stating, “happy 25th sis! Gods we are old now huh? Celebrate on earth for me, and I’ll celebrate in the sky, forever your twin.”

More tears flowing at the thoughtful gesture from your Leo had you agreeing to get out of bed at least, a small but vital step. After breakfast Leonora dragged you to the bathroom where she pampered her girl after making you promise not to tell a soul, after all she’s still the Dean of Evil. From there she surprised you with gifts, only small but intimate items, loved nonetheless by you which made it worth it. Around the evening the real plan would begin.

After your favourite meal and some more tears, you and Leonora walked hand in hand to the gardens. The stars shining on full display as you stood underneath there glow. “It’s beautiful Nora” you murmured, seemingly mesmerised by the brightest star in the sky. “I figured we’d stand here and wish your twin the best birthday also, I know how much you miss them and we’ll they certainly are the brightest star in the sky dove.”

Most people wouldn’t understand why you cling to the woman, sobbing in her arms at a simple walk under the stars, but you knew she did. “Shh darling, I know it’s okay. I know you miss them sweet girl. It’s okay, I’m here dove let it out” among other reassurances where murmured out in between kisses being dropped to the crown of your head. After some time, soothing classical music suddenly surrounds you causing you to pull back in confusion, “Nora?”

“My sweet little dove, I wanted to make today special for you and well I thought this would be the perfect place and time. Forgive me not being on one knee but here under the brightest star in the sky I wanted to ask you if you would be my wife” she rushed out, it was rare for Leonora to show her nerves but they were soon washed away when you jumped into her arms repeatedly saying yes. The ring slipped perfectly onto your left ring finger, and that’s when Leonora made a promise to never let you not celebrate both your birthdays, the walk under the stars becoming a tradition for you both.

[nalledimessi]

Save me

Hello there friends, I hope everyone is doing well, I know it has been a really long time since I post, I have the terrible habit of stop writing when everything gets too much for me. This pass year my life has been like a roller coaster; I know probably all of you or the majority don't care to much about it but I have to express it somewhere and somehow, but anyway I leave you with this ending of the non-series that I made.  Divider by @firefly-graphics 

Broken Rule

Regrets

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Winchester sister 

Warnings:  Mention of killing, blood, and curses. 

Words:  827

Notes: Listen Save me from BTS 

Tag’s: @valsworldofcreativity @helenasingers @r13mar @elijahs-wife

You crumble next to a tree, your right-hand applying pressure on your bloody open wound. “Damned” you curse watching the blood staring to spread on your t-shirt.  

Leaning your head on the tree for support, you could see the clear sky adorned by stars, what a beautiful night to end up dying, you thought, well at least the constant sadness and emptiness settle on your heart would disappear and you would finally rest, although it will be forever.  

You could hear the footsteps on the dry leaves from both sides getting closer and closer “shit” you cursed, getting up, the tree as your support, taking a deep breath and trying to concentrate to find where the attack would be first “right” you mentioned, raising your gun and pointing that direction.   

“It’s impressive how far you could go with that wound” the ghoul in human form announces appearing on the other side, making you turn abruptly, whining at the sudden movement, pointing the gun at him. “I'm a Winchester after all” you replied proudly trying to ignore the buzz in your ears and blurred look. 

“Oh, I'm aware of it” starting to walk in your direction, a macabre smile on his lips “soon you will stop being one”  

Aiming your gun at him, but failing due your blurred gaze, you knew even you end up killing him, the other ghoul, that isn't too far away would reach you and kill you, lowering your gun and glancing to the sky, forgetting the ghoul in front of you “how I like to see you just one more time”  

Splashes reached your face, getting it wet, making you look in front of you, just in time to see the ghoul’s head drop along his body, reveling a human form “what the hell?” you whisper before fainting. 

Stopping the engine of your car, you release a sigh resting your head on the seat. “Let’s get this over with” you voice worn out.  

“Oh, you’re back” Sam exclaims, excited while watching you descend the stairs of the bunker.  

“Don’t get too excited Sammy” you warm him “just staying until Bobby calls back with a new assignment” you mention once you were close by. 

“Oh” he let out sad “how was your last hunting?” he inquiry, concern.  

“Same as always” passing him by in direction to your room, not giving him much attention or time to chat. “Search, hunt and kill, just to do it all over again” 

“Sis, I’m worry about you” he declared in a tone that make you stop suddenly.  

A sigh left your mouth, turning around to see him, forcing a small smile that didn’t reach your eyes, trying to calm him, after all he was your baby brother “I’m fine Sammy, don’t worry” you state before continuing your way. 

“She just needs a shower, food and a good night of sleep” Dean bring up, while patting his shoulder.  

“I hope you’re right Dean” his gaze fix where you disappear “or she could end hurting herself badly”  

Dropping your duffel bag at the edge of the bed, while at the same time falling face down on it “shit” cursing almost immediately once laying down. 

Standing up, in direction of your bathroom, the reflection on the mirror stopped you from examining your abdomen wound, dark circles under your eyes, pale skin, cuts and bruises where your clothes allowed to see.  

Lowering your head with eyes closed, good reason for Sam concerns, how could you be so reckless? Your mind drifting to New Orleans and to him. 

The ring of your phone distracts you, answering as a reflect, “Hi Bobby, what do you have for me?”  

Giving one last glance to your bedroom, you could notice all the difference between here and your bedroom back in New Orleans, all kind of books scattered around on both rooms, messy bed instead a neat one, closed and dusty smell instead of his, like sandalwood and rum spice. A scent you swear you could smell.  

Denying with your head before passing your duffel bag over your shoulder, starting your way to the garage, trying at all cost to avoid any of your brothers. 

“Y/N” Sam call your name, your hand on the garage knob.  

“Almost” you whisper before turning around, forcing a smile for your own good “Bobby call, a possible Wendigo in Oklahoma” you state.  

“Castiel is on his way, you could rest while he arrives to cure you” he suggests “if we explain Bobby, he will understand, he can assign another hunter” he offers coming closer to you.  

“I can't Sam” making him stop confuse, looking at you waiting for an explanation. You sigh defeated “hunting it's the only thing that keeps me sane” you reveal to him.  

“If this is about New Orleans, you know you can talk to me” he affirms and offer.  

“Yeah” you respond in a low voice, turning around “there’s nothing to talk about” you declared before leaving.  

A familiar scent reaches your nostrils, blinking several times to adjust your eyes to the bright light, some pieces of memory returning, causing you to a seated position abruptly.  

“You’re finally awake” the soft but firm voice express, setting your glance on him.  

“Elijah” you pronounce “what are you doing here?” question him but didn't allow him to finish “Don't get me wrong without you I would be probably dead,” you stop and start looking around “shit! I need to call my brothers; Dean will kill me” you express trying to stand up from bed. 

His hand on your shoulder, stopping you from standing “Calm down” giving you a glass of water “I came for you” turning away from you “they’re here”  

“Y/N!” Sam shout as soon he enters, reaching your side while Dean stand behind watching Elijah. 

“I would leave you alone” he said, with his glance fix in you.  

“Elijah!” you exclaim trying to stand reach him.  

He was next to you in an instant, thanks to his vamp speed, his right hand on your back and his left one on yours “I won't go anywhere” he assures you “I would get another room” caressing your hand before leaving you, Dean glance follow him.  

“So, that was Elijah” Sam state more than question, watching you nod.  

“What the hell is he doing here? With you on a hotel room?” Dean inquired, crossing his arms over his chest waiting for you to answer.  

“He’s the reason why I’m alive, Dean” taking a deep breath, remembering the events “I keep screwing up things,” Sam squeezing your hand, encourage you to continue “there where 2 ghouls instead one, I was able to kill one but I end up several injured, I was chase thought the forest, was about to kill me when Elijah appear”  

“Killing the ghoul and saving you” Sam finish for you “where were you hurt?” lifting your right side of your blouse “there’s nothing here”  

“How?” Dean exclaimed, inspecting where the wound used to be. 

“Vampire blood” you spilled out of your mouth without thinking, to then look to their confused faces “has healing qualities” you stop, taking a sip of the water glass to then continue “but if you die with it in your system, you begin the transition to vampire”  

Before Dean could start a fight, a knock on the door was listen, before Elijah enter the room “my apologies for the interruption, the vampire blood is almost out of her system and there’s nothing to worry about it” he explains approaching Sam, providing a key “you should settle down while your sister rest” he announces.  

“Oh sure, thanks” Sam answer before giving you one last squeeze in your hand “try to rest” glancing at Dean.  

Dean’s gaze changed between you and Elijah, a resigned sigh “Get some sleep kiddo” he orders before leaving the room.  

Elijah starts to walk to the room door, “stay” you shout while his hand settles on the knob. He didn't say anything, just took off his suit jacket and vest, leaving it on a chair to then walk to your side and lay down, he passes his hand under your head, making you use it as pillow, your head set on the crook of his arm. 

“How are you feeling?” he questions you, starting to caress your head.  

“A little tired and sore” answering in automatic, your mind in other things. 

“What is in your mind, darling?” moving to his side to see you.  

You lift your head to see him, your gazes crossing “Too many questions and no answers at all”  

He smiles “I would answer 3 of those questions” kissing your forehead “think wisely darling” he advice you.  

You nod, thinking your questions, after a few minutes “How did you find me?” you finally question him. 

“My sisters, Freya along Rebekah did a locator spell to find you” he expresses “they miss you”  

You open your mouth “they miss me?” you state without thinking.  

“Are you sure you want to use your question?” he questions you, looking you denied of his question and stay quiet for a few minutes.  

“Why are you here?” you whisper, not sure enough to listen the answer.  

“For you,” he declares “it seems you have you have caused a quit impression in all of my siblings, even Klaus express he don't have anyone to fight” he then presses his forehead in yours, a few inches away your face “to be true I’m smitten with you” he finally admits. 

Placing you hand over his cheek “what this means to us?” closing your eyes, knowing the answer of this question could change everything.  

He puts his hand over yours, caressing it, making you open your eyes “Darling, I love you. And I would fight for you, against anyone or anything” he announces watching you directly.” he places a kiss on your lips before standing from bed “we’ll talk about this later” he let you know before the door open reveling your brother with a tray of foods.