#deanie thoughts

[bilehwit]

Thinking about Deanie and Shamura again.... THE most couple of all time in my cult....

[mxltifxnd0m]

heat wave ࿔ s. winchester

summary: heat waves suck in the bunker

pairings: sam winchester x reader, sam winchester x fem! reader

word count: 1.7K

warnings: no use of y/n, not beta'd, fluff, complaining about heat, nudity, suggestive content, one or two dirty jokes

a/n: i made a post about complaining about this heat wave that is happening in my area and decided to write about it. this was intended to be a blurb but it spiraled out of my control LMAO

(also i haven't posted this frequently in like... ever LOL. so please say thank you to sam winchester for being my muse)

please reblog and lmk your thoughts and opinions!! i wanna hear what you guys thought about the fic!

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

You hated the heat. Nope. Scratch that you loathed the heat. Despite growing up in hotter climates, you never grew to like the heat. You can tolerate it, but you've always preferred the colder months, where you can layer all you want and get warm and cozy.  

But with summer, there was so much you could wear until you were almost naked.  

The bunker could only do much to keep out the heat during the summer and keep the heat in when winter rolled around. An unexpected heat wave hit Lebanon, and since the bunker didn't have any AC or windows, it was practically hell on earth in the bunker.

Sam and Dean were out on a hunt, and you were stuck in the bunker due to having a nasty run-in with a witch that left you concussed and bruised ribs. They said the hunt was a quick salt and burn a state over, so they would be back in a few days. But in the few days they were gone, the heat became almost unbearable.

You spent the past few days stripped down to a bra and the shortest PJ shorts you had. You would have strolled around the bunker naked, but you were a little paranoid that Sam and Dean would come home early, and you didn't want to give Dean a free show. The amount of water that you had drunk could be considered criminal, but you managed to sweat most of it.

You even went out and bought multiple box fans for the library, war room, kitchen, and your bedroom (To hell with your boyfriend and Dean's bedroom. They could buy a fan for themselves.) because you could barely stand the stifling heat that managed to worm its way into the bunker.

The heat had gotten to the point where you were sprawled out on your back, starfish styled on the cool tiles of the shower room. This was your only saving grace in this place (and taking cold showers right before you went to sleep). When the tiles below you would get warm and sticky, you would just shuffle (drag) your body slightly to another patch of cold tiles.

You were so focused on cooling down your hot body that you didn't hear Sam calling for you when he couldn't find you in your room. He and Dean eventually found you on the shower floor.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dean's voice echoed off of the shower room walls.

"Finding reprieve from this god-awful heat." You sat up on your elbows to see Sam and Dean standing in the doorway, uncaring of your state of undress. Being a hunter and getting injured in inconvenient places had left you topless in front of the boys plenty of times and vice versa, so it left no room for modesty.

"This bunker doesn't have any AC or windows, and this heat wave has been terrible. You guys need to fix that." You said before sliding back down and moving to a patch of cool tile.

Sam's chuckling made you smile despite the heat. "Considering this bunker was built in the 30s, they didn't exactly have to worry about heat waves or AC."

Your smile dropped as you scowled at Sam's words. "I hate global warming. Also, how are the two of you not sweating your balls off yet?" You had noticed that they were wearing their flannels.

"We just got back and spent the past 10 minutes trying to find you. Safe to say we haven't spent much time in the bunker to feel the heat."

"Well, you're about to Deanie-boy, be prepared to strip." You went to take a sip of water from the bottle you had brought with you, only to find that it was empty.

"You would love to see that wouldn't you."

"It's nothing I haven't seen before." You said before getting up from the floor with a slight groan.

"Besides, I'd prefer to see a strip tease from a different Winchester." You winked at Sam as you walked in between the boys, giving his ass a quick tap as you left the shower room and headed toward the kitchen to refill your water bottle.  

About two and a half hours later, the heat had gotten to the boys, and they were stripped down to their boxers, trying to survive. Dean ended up stealing one of the fans you bought and stashed it in his room, but even then, the fans were just blowing around the warm air that was in the bunker.

When it came time to eat dinner, you guys quickly got dressed because none of you wanted to spend another second in the hot bunker. The cool night air was like a healing balm over the heat wave as you guys found a diner that also had outside seating. After you guys were done eating, Dean drove the three of you around for a while with the windows down in the Impala, not wanting to go back to the stifling hot bunker.

You guys got back home at eleven o'clock, and the temperature in the bunker got significantly better, but it was still uncomfortably warm. You all headed to different bathrooms to shower off the stickiness that the three of you were already feeling.

You took your time in the cold water, not wanting to leave it just yet, but you eventually left the shower once your skin acclimated to the water and started to feel warm to you. You wrapped yourself in a towel and made your way to your room.

Once you made it to your room, you turned on your fan, cranked it to the highest setting, and dropped your towel. You didn't bother with any clothes or getting under the covers because you would throw them off of yourself the second you started to sweat. You crawled on top of your covers and rested your back against your headboard. You wanted to read a bit before you went to bed, so you grabbed your Kindle off of your nightstand and began to read.

About fifteen minutes later, you got a knock on your door. "Babe?" Sam's voice was muffled by the thick door.

"You can come in." You tell him, not looking away from your Kindle.

You heard the door open, and that's when you looked up at Sam entering your room. You caught his surprised expression as he took in your nude form and quickly shut the door. You saw lust flashing through his hazel eyes as his gaze traveled up and down your body.

Sam cleared his throat as he kept his eyes trained on yours. Ever the gentleman. You thought as you smirked at his reaction.

"Did you need something?" You asked, batting your eyelashes at your boyfriend as you placed the Kindle in your lap. Your eyes also wandered up and down Sam's bare torso as he was only in his boxers. His anti-possession tattoo stood out against his tan chest and was littered with scars that had faded with time.

You saw Sam swallow thickly as his eyes flickered from your chest to your eyes. "I was wondering why you weren't in our room?"

It was technically Sam's room before you moved into it. After a couple of months of dating, you found yourself sleeping in his room more often than your own when you initially moved into the bunker.

"As much as I love you, Sammy, I cannot sleep with you during this heat wave."

Sam frowned slightly as he made his way to your bed and sat on the edge of it. "Why not?"

You scoffed. "Because you're practically a human furnace, and as nice as it is sleeping with you during the winter, I just know I'll be soaked just sharing a bed with you."

A dirty smirk wormed its way onto Sam's face as his warm palm landed on your ankle and slowly trailed up your leg. "I'm glad I have that effect on you, but I already knew that."

You narrowed your eyes at him as you wriggled your leg away from Sam's grasp. "Ha, ha, you're so funny." You deadpan. "But I'm being serious. You radiate heat, which isn't fun when we're trying to survive a heat wave."

Sam started to pout at you. "But babe-"

"Nope. Not hearing it." You cut him off and shook your head at him as you moved your Kindle to your nightstand. "You're sleeping in your bed alone until this heat wave is over."

"Now, go back to your room." You gestured to your door.

A small huff left Sam as he got up from your bed. "Fine, but at least give me a goodnight kiss."

You rolled your eyes slightly. "Get over here, you big baby." Sam moved to the side you were lying on and bent down to kiss you.

You intended the kiss to be chaste, but Sam (being the little shit he is) had other ideas. He grabbed both of your cheeks with his hands and pulled you into a passionate kiss.  

It was unexpected, but you melted into the kiss as your hands instinctively went to his chest. He tasted like mint and something that you could only describe as Sam. Sam swiped at the seam of your lips, and that is what broke you from your Sam-induced haze.

You pushed him away from you and glared at him lightly. Sam just had a cheeky grin on his face.

"Nice try, now go to bed."

Sam still had a grin on his face as he bent down again and kissed your forehead.

"Goodnight, baby," He murmured softly against your forehead before pulling away.

"Goodnight, Sammy," You said with a soft smile as he left your room.

You turned to your nightstand and turned off the lamp that illuminated your room. Your room was engulfed in darkness as you shuffled further down your bed until your head hit the pillows. You fell asleep as your fan blew cool air towards your bed.

Little did you know, Sam ended up sneaking into your room once you were asleep and woke up in the morning soaked in sweat and having a moose of a boyfriend wrapped around your sweat-slicked body.

It's safe to say that you gave Sam a very rude awakening that morning.  

[ghostlyfleur]

OKAY I HAD A THOUGHT: Deany-boy not knowing his S/O has a really amazing singing voice, until one day he walks in when they don’t know he’s there and hears them?? I just think it’d be really cute. ☺️☺️

requested by @faerieroyal at my old blog

oh. i like the way you think!

maybe you’re re-organizing the bookshelves, sam’s new and improved organization systems something you’ve long stopped trying to understand, and you think you’re alone at the library, re-shelving huge encyclopedias.

dean stops short at the entrance to the war room, mesmerized by your mindless singing so much so he briefly wonders if you’re actually a siren and didn’t disclose that information in the years you’ve lived with the boys. you’re singing “my jolly sailor bold” from pirates of the caribbean, so in his mind it’d make sense.

you choke on your own voice once you spot him listening.

“now, don’t stop on my account, sweetheart” you feel like you’re choking “think you’d make an extra deadly siren, i can barely breathe right now.”

dean then jokes about how he’d let you manipulate him all you want and you start giggling, his smile widening on his face, completely enamored with his girl.

[waywardxwords]

I Always Have

Summary: Dean reluctantly agrees to visit a haunted house with you.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: Slight language, small mention of claustrophobia, fluff!

A/N: Day 3 of the #flufftober2023 (@flufftober) prompt challenge! The prompt is: "Wait, you love me?" - "I always have." Side note: if you are on my tag list, I am planning/attempting to post once a day during the month of October. I know that’s a lot of tags and mentions, so if you’d like to be removed you can do so through the Tag List linked in my bio.

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Haunted Houses weren’t really Dean’s thing…well, of course real haunted houses were. But this was different. This wasn’t haunted by real spirits or monsters; mostly just local high school and college students who needed extra money in the fall so they dressed up like ghosts and ghouls. 

Dean had always hated the idea of actually visiting a haunted house. “You’re gonna pay money to go into an old building and have idiot kids try to scare you? Seriously? That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard.” 

“It’s not just a haunted house, Deanie,” you had egged him on with the nickname he didn’t seem to appreciate. “It’s the pumpkins, and the apple cider, and that fun feeling of experiencing fall and Halloween as a kid.” He had just rolled his eyes. You loved getting under his skin, and as much as you would tell Sam you didn’t know why, you knew (and Sam knew, for that matter).

“Would you two just kiss already?” Sam had teased you from the kitchen of the bunker one night after you had poked and pushed on Dean so hard he had given up and retreated to his bedroom. 

“Ew,” you had forced yourself to shudder at the thought. “Don’t make me puke.”

He laughed so hard he tossed his head back as he did it. “Yeah, okay. The tension between you two is about to make me puke, so do me a favor and just keep it outta the main living areas, got it?” He wasn’t able to dodge the sponge you had been washing dishes with as you tossed it right at his head. 

So here you stood on this October night in the bunker looking at Dean blankly. You blinked twice. 

“You comin’ or not?” He drawled with mock frustration as he pulled his army green jacket over his red and black buffalo plaid flannel. He grabbed the keys off of the counter top and looked at you expectantly. 

“You’re taking me to the haunted house?” You still didn’t believe him. 

“I was plannin’ on it, but you better hurry the hell up before I change my mind,” he grumbled but couldn’t hide the tug at the corner of his lips as you practically squealed and ran by him to get your jacket. 

“Dude,” Sam eyed his brother as soon as you were out of ear shot. 

“I don’t want to hear it,” Dean held up his hand and went to wait for you in the Impala. 

“What made you change your mind?” You finally asked as Dean pulled the Impala into a parking spot in the dirt field. There were tons of other cars—this wasn’t just a haunted house, but a haunted trail as well and you could hardly hide your excitement. 

“I was tired of hearin’ you bitch and moan,” he shot you a cheesy, over exaggerated smile with his eyes squinted. You rolled your eyes and flung the door open. “Hey, careful with my Baby!” He chirped, his face suddenly morphed into a small scowl. 

“I’m not gonna hurt your precious car, Deanie,” you teased as you met him by the front of the Impala. Each step you took almost had a skip to it, and you couldn’t help yourself as you slipped your arm through his and linked it just at his elbow. 

You weren’t sure if you imagined it, but you felt like his demeanor softened. The two of you walked like that as your boots crunched against the gravel and dirt. There were quite a few others there and a line had formed. The trail was dark but lit by yellow glowing lanterns strung from trees and solar path lights on the ground. 

“Fifteen dollars per person,” there was a teenaged boy at the front of the line with a cash box. Dean’s scowl returned. “Cash only.” He added on at the end. 

“Seriously? Fifteen bucks?” He looked at the kid who just pointed to the sign taped to the front of the table he was at. It read in printed font, ‘$15 per adult’. “Great,” Dean fumbled in his back pocket for his wallet. 

“I got it, Dean. You brought me here and I know it’s not your thing,” you reached for your cross body bag to fish out the money. 

“I got it,” Dean huffed as he retrieved a $20 and a $10 from his leather wallet. “Here.” He handed it to the kid. The kid nodded you both into the event. “What first? Trail or house?” 

“Hmm,” you pondered, your excitement had returned. “Let’s do the trail first.” Your eyes wandered for a second and a squeal left your lips again before you could reign it back in as your gaze noticed a booth just ahead. 

“Jesus Christ,” Dean mumbled, but there was a slight chuckle tucked behind it. 

“Apple cider!” You practically pulled him towards the stand. There was no line, so you were under the lights of the vendor almost immediately. “Two apple ciders, please.” This time, you were sure to pull out your wallet first. 

“That’ll be six dollars,” the woman returned with two cups of cider. You handed her the cash and handed a cup to Dean. 

“Cheers!” You beamed as you clinked your paper cup against his. You noticed a small eye roll from him, but he obliged and took a sip. 

He made a sour face. “Why do you love this stuff?” He rubbed his lips together to get the sweet sticky substance off. 

“I think the real question is, how do you not love this kinda stuff,” you threw back at him as you looped your arm back through his and slowly walked towards the trail. “Halloween is so magical, Dean! It’s literally the best time of year. I think they’ve even polled people on that and determined it is actually the majority's favorite time of the year.”

“Yeah, well, they forgot to poll me on that one,” he grumbled. “We fight this stuff every day. Not this stuff, because it’s fake. But the real deal—the kinda stuff that could kill us. How are you not jaded by that?”

You took a moment before you answered. Your feet stopped moving, so Dean’s stopped too. He turned to look at you as your arm fell out of his. 

“When I was a kid, my Dad loved Halloween. I swear, his whole mood changed when fall rolled around. He built a wooden casket and rigged it with fishing wire to open when our front door opened. We scared every kid that came to our house. And kids would literally come from all over to get spooked,” the memory brought a smile to your lips. “I didn’t even want to trick-or-treat half the time. I just wanted to be at home with my Dad scaring the local middle schoolers. My Dad could be difficult,” your smile fell for a moment as other memories tried to make their way through—memories that Dean was well versed in at this point in your friendship. “But when Halloween came around? Man, those were the best days.”

Dean was silent as his eyes watched your face. He saw the emotions ebb and flow as you spoke. He nodded once. “Okay, then,” he said simply. “Let’s go get spooked.” This time, he held his arm out for you to link yours through, causing you to smile. 

The trail ended up being more hilarious than terrifying. But you and Dean had thoroughly enjoyed watching others jump and yell as they made their way through. 

Next up, the haunted house. This was a little bit different than the trail, as the hallways were so tightly constructed, only one person could walk ahead at a time. You shuddered slightly as you waited, but it was enough for Dean to notice.

“Oh, come on,” he teased as he glanced over his shoulder at you. “You’re not scared, are you?”

Your face scrunched at him as you gave him a slight nudge. “Not scared,” you emphasized. “Just jumpy…” sounds of other haunted house goers ahead of you erupted from just inside the corridor–it made you excited all over again. 

It was your turn to enter the main hallway next. They paused between groups to give everyone the full experience. Dean led the way with you closely behind. The house was even darker than outside, if possible, so it took your eyes a second or two to adjust. 

There were fake cobwebs and a strobe light tucked away somewhere that sent flashes of light in the hall. Screams filled your ears, and you weren’t sure if they were from other patrons or if there was an audio playing in the background—probably the latter. Your eyes danced around in sensory overload as you tried to take it all in. As Dean rounded the first corner, you missed the memo that there were holes cut out in the wall, so when the first pair of hands reached out followed by someone growling behind the plywood, you couldn’t help the way your body jumped or the scream that followed. 

Dean tossed his head back in laughter and turned briefly to look at you. Your heart beat pretty hard against your chest, but you still reached out to swat at him. He surprised you by catching your wrist with his large palm and carefully pulled your arms so they were around his middle. He held them there, and you realized he was giving you something to hold onto. 

“Alright, Kat Harvey,” he referenced your favorite Casper-loving character from the classic ghost movie. “You’re alright.” The hum of his voice vibrated through the layers of clothing on his back. Even though you didn’t feel scared anymore, you couldn’t pull your arms away. 

You inched behind Dean throughout the rest of the haunted house, laughter erupted from both of you as teenagers tried to scare you. It was refreshing to see Dean laugh—truly laugh—and it made you smile. 

As you exited the house, he released your hands he had clutched against his middle and cleared his throat. “That was…”

“I know, I know,” you rolled your eyes as you shook off the empty feeling you felt without his touch. “It was lame, you can say it.”

He hesitated for a moment as he looked back to the house and then shrugged towards you. “Nah, I was gonna say it was actually kinda fun.” A smile tugged at his lips. 

“Oh…” you grinned back. “Yeah, it was fun. Thanks for bringing me here, Dean.” You tucked a fallen strand of hair behind your ear and turned to head back to the parking lot. 

“Where are you going?” He asked. When you turned back, you noticed he hadn’t moved from his spot. 

“Uh…back to the car? That was all you had signed up for…heck, you kinda threw me a bone agreeing to do both the trail and the haunted house.”

“Nuh uh,” he shook his head. “I spent thirty bucks to get us in here. There’s a pumpkin carving booth over there. You said ‘pumpkins, apple cider and haunted houses’. We’re doin’ all three, dammit,” he said firmly but followed it up with a smile. 

Your eyes beamed at at him and you bit your bottom lip gently before striding back over to him, “God, I love you.” Your breath caught in your throat after the last word and you froze. With widened eyes, you refused to meet his gaze. 

There was a long pause that felt much longer than it probably was. But very quietly you heard his voice, “Wait, you love me?”

You paused again, but put on your big girl panties and turned to him slowly. “I always have.”

His eyes watched you closely for a moment, and then he moved to you so smoothly. His lips brushed against yours for a moment before he pulled away, but went in for another. 

“I love you, too,” he murmured gently just as your lips parted. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach before he held his arm out for you once more. “Let’s go carve some pumpkins.” He smiled at you, and this time you knew it was different. It was a smile of contentment. Like everything he had needed, had come to fruition in that moment. 

“Let’s,” you beamed back at him as you tucked your arm through his. He leaned towards you for one more kiss before you made your way to the pumpkin carving station. While you weren’t sure what this meant or how your life was about to change, it didn’t matter at that moment. You had pumpkins, apple cider, haunted houses and Dean Winchester at your fingertips. And with that, you couldn’t think of a more perfect autumn evening.

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[apocalypseornaw]

Real or Not (Pt 3/5)

Dean Winchester x Reader

You and the boys meet up with Camila

@lacilou you wanted pain

A/N: remember before you get too mad at Dean there's 2 more chapters!!

If there was one thing you'd learnt in your life especially as a hunter was using the fake it till you make it method. Bobby always said to keep your shoulders squared and head held high, even when you were terrified because it put forth the idea that you weren't.

You'd been silent the entire two hour car ride. You didn't want to speak to Sam nor Dean. You'd even taken the backseat saying you just had a small headache and wanted a quick nap. Rather Dean believed you or not you weren't sure.

"Maybe he doesn't care" the moment the thought slipped through your mind you felt a little bit of guilt for having such little faith in the man You'd spent the last few years in the bed of and so long before that as a friend to. He cared he just didn't assume to think you would lie to him.

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You actually almost dozed off about the time you felt the impala slow down and looked up to see Dean was pulling into a motel parking lot. You took a deep breath the moment you spotted Camila's mustang. You could do this, you were pretty damn professional when it came to the job, people were at risk.... kids. You could swallow anything you threw your way if it meant saving kids.

Sam glanced over his shoulder at you and you could see the unspoken question in his eyes "Sure you ok?" You gave him a small smile as Dean parked. You climbed out slowly, smoothing a hand down over your hair. You could do this.

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The moment the door to room three twenty two opened you heard Donna's voice flash through your mind "No one can make you feel bad about yourself unless you let em"

Camila was well if you were being honest nothing short of gorgeous. She was five foot nine so she was leggy, dark black hair was braided back in an intricate style leaving her bright blue eyes clear. The moment she spotted Dean a smile split her face and you felt your heart drop. You could do this.

She walked over to the three of you, her attention clearly on Dean as she said "Thanks for coming. I knew I needed backup as soon as I figured out what I was dealing with" Dean nodded "Sure thing" then turned towards you "You remember Y/N don't ya?"

Camila's eyes narrowed slightly when she looked at you but schooled her features before Dean or Sam saw it "Of course! You're Vivians niece" you forced a smile onto your face "That'd be me" Dean reached out and pulled you into his side "Well since we're all caught up want to update us on the case?"

If looks could kill you'd either be in heaven or hell just from the way Camila stared you down once she realized you and Dean were indeed together and it wasn't just a rumor floating around the hunters mill.

"Of course Deany" you felt yourself bristle but held it in. Kids were at risk, you had to remind yourself that.

The location of where the kids had to be was narrowed down to two places. You stood next to Dean, across the table from Camila and Sam. Like it or not this was her case and her lead. She smiled at you "Y/N, we both know these two work best as a team as why don't they take one location and we take the other" there was something in her eyes, a challenge. She thought you'd back down.

You returned her smile fully "Guessing we're taking your car then because mines home at the bunker" She nodded "Of course"

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You were at the trunk of the impala taking one of the impromptu flamethrowers Dean held out. You were hoping your feelings weren't showing on your face but those hopes were dashed when he said "Y/N, you good?"

You nodded "Aces" he stared at you for a second then nodded "Be safe, come back to me in one piece" it probably shouldn't have bothered you but when he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead instead of your lips you felt your stomach drop. He kissed Jody, Donna and Charlie on the forehead, not you.

You refused to fight before a hunt so you smiled "You too" then walked over to where Camila stood, very much looking like she was planning to feed you to a changeling.

"Ready to go?" You nodded as you heard the boys shut the doors of the impala. The moment the engine roared to life her smile dropped "a little strange he doesn't kiss you before a hunt, he always called it a good luck charm when he was with me" you felt your mouth fall open at her comment but once again that overly friendly mask fell into place "I'm kidding of course! I know this is a little awkward"

You laughed lightly but the only thought you had was to knock her perfectly white teeth down her throat and say you were joking. Instead you climbed into her car and shut the door.

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You walked through the abandoned warehouse slowly, checking every corner. The further you walked the more you were beginning to think the boys had caught the action. Camila was nearby, you could hear her footfalls echoing.

"Ya know Y/N, how long have you been with Dean?" You rolled your eyes before saying "Should we really be discussing my relationship mid hunt" she let out a bark of laughter "Oh come on sweetcheeks. It's apparent thr boys caught the fun. Why can't we talk a little"

You spun on your heel to see she was about two feet from you "I've been with Dean a few years" she nodded slowly "when did you move into the bunker" you shrugged "a few months after they found it" "so right after me and him broke up?" You shrugged again "Don't keep up with other people's relationships"

You started back walking, with intentions to head outside but stopped when she said "Funny that timeline is around the same time I told him to move on that I wasn't coming back to him" You felt your shoulders tense "What are you trying to say here Camila?"

She walked around you to be facing you before a smile slipped onto her face "Dean got with you because he couldn't have me. Want me to pull up the emails from us talking? Of him telling me how he loved me?" You knew your face had fallen even before she said "Oh honey did you think he followed up this" she motioned to herself then to you "With that?"

You'd taken enough, you swung on her felt a sense of satisfaction when it connected solidly. Instead of trying to swing back she simply cradled her jaw and smiled despite the blood dripped from her now split lip "I hit a nerve. You know I could have him back tonight. He loved me more than Lisa or Cassie. I went through thinking he wasn't what I wanted but he is, and you need to face it"

"If he still wants you why is he with me then?" You asked, mustering every ounce of false bravado you could. She took a step towards you "Did you know he was looking at rings at one point? He would've stopped hunting if I'd asked. Does that really compare to you and him? Has he even said he loves you?" You didn't reply but your face must have shown because she made a tsk tsk sound "You poor thing"

You could feel your hands shaking by that point and damn her she grinned "Oh feel free to hit me again! I can play victim then! Dean I don't know what happened she just attacked me" you motioned to the door of the warehouse "Leave now"

She motioned around "What, are you gonna walk?" You squared your shoulders and got nose to nose with her "If Dean wants a two faced bitch over an honest woman so fucking be it but I won't be disrespected" she cackled like a mad woman "You're a crazy bitch" before turning and walking out.

You waited until you heard her mustang pull over to let the tears that had been threatening to escape fall. She'd just picked at every fucking insecurity you had. Maybe she was right, if Dean loved her enough to even consider giving up hunting maybe you should take yourself out of the equation.

You walked out into the cool night air about the time your phone started ringing. It was Dean. You answered it "Hello?" The voice that hit your ears made your heart freeze over. Camila replied "Told ya" you hung up and stared at your phone before hitting Donna's number.

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You climbed into Claire's car and knew she had questions from the look in her eyes but luckily she didn't say anything besides "You headed to Donna's?" You nodded slowly before turning off your phone. Dean's number kept calling but you refused to hear Camilas voice any more. She'd won, you'd lost the man you loved.

@psychicbouquetblaze-stuff

@lacilou @saranghaey @stoneyggirl2 @marimarvelfan @roseblue373 @suckitands33 @backtotheshitshow @jackles010378 @leigh70 @diagnosedpsychosis @badassbitch-21

[writings-of-a-demigod]

“Morning sunshine” Dean greeted you as you walked into the kitchen.

“Morning Dee” you greeted back.

Walking to where he’s making breakfast for all of you, you stepped on your tip toes to give him a kiss on his cheek.

“Do you mind setting the table kid?” he asked you.

“Yeah sure thing.” You took everything you need to get the table ready, then got some fresh juice from the fridge and coffee to fill the cups for whoever needed it.

Dean brought two plates filled with eggs, bacon and hashbrown for the both of you and then got another one for pancakes. Your mouth watered at both the sight and the smell, you didn’t realize you were hungry. Dean took a seat across from you and saw the look on your face.

“Well dig in kid.” He chuckled at the sight of you wolfing your food down.

“This taste amazing Dean.” You commented with your mouth full.

“Where are your manners Y/n? don’t talk with your mouth full you know that.” Sam’s voice came from behind you.

Dean was smiling at you, your eyes winded when you heard Sam’s voice. You turned your head so fast. “Sammy!”

He gave you a look “What did I just say?”

Dean was having a blast at this. Sammy was just returning from his morning jog so he started on his breakfast. As you were eating Dean pointed at you.

“So how’s the new job? Are you getting bored yet?” he asked.

You shook your head “No, I’m not. It’s actually pretty fun working there. Why? Are you missing me here?” you smirked at your older brother.

“Nah we didn’t, I just thought you would be bored out of your mind there.” He replied.

“He’s lying Y/n/n. He keeps saying ‘I hope that place burns down’.”Sam made a loud point.

When Dean gave him a look he just laughed, and you joined in. You finish your food then got up from your chair leaning to hugged Dean from the back, you kissed the side of his head.

“Aww I miss you too Deani. Don’t worry the weekend is almost here we are going to have so much fun! That you will be sick of me” That earned you a smile.

[autistic-inmate]

SUPERNATURAL LUCIFER X FEM!READER

(Reader is referred to as sister)

- You joke around with Lucifer and your brother, Dean, doesn’t like it :)

fluff 😇

1.2k words

I walked into the room that my brothers were in, "Where's Clarence?"

"Not sure, said he had some angel business to deal with." Dean muttered as he continued to stare at his laptop screen. I sighed and fell down onto one of the chairs "I'm booorreedd." I whined and nobody said anything, "Ok I guess I'll go annnd.." I paused while I thought about what to do, "Find a case." Normally they would 'advise' not to because it could be dangerous on my own, but they didn't even look up. Maybe I should elaborate, "Actually you know what? I'm gonna go find a vamps nest." Ok they definitely wouldn't let me go alone. But I still got no answer.

"Ignore everything I just said, I can't be bothered. I think, I'm just gonna go talk to one of the angels." I hoped that would get their attention considering they dislike most of them. "Hey, I should go talk to the devil, I mean he's probably pretty lonely." Ok that must have gotten there attention. Nope, still nothing.

Alright well, "Lucifer. You know? Satan?" That caught their attention and Dean glared at me but I smiled innocently. Sam looked at me over his laptop, "What? Sorry, I'm just trying to figure this out and I feel like I haven't slept in years, did you say something about Lucifer? Has something happened?" I could tell I hit a bit of a nerve by mentioning his name but how else was I supposed to get their attention. "No, well yes I said I should go talk to him 'cause he's probably lonely." I smiled innocently at them again but they didn't look very happy.

"Don't even joke about that. I don't want you anywhere near him." I could tell Dean was serious but I didn't understand why. Well, I did, I knew why. He's killed people, he wanted Sam as a vessel, he tried to start the apocalypse and he is Satan. But I know a side to Lucifer that they don't, a side to him that's not all death and destruction.

I was about to speak but I felt the temperature drop. I saw the panic in Sams face and Dean reached for his gun by instinct. "You called, darling?" Oh joy, Lucifer is here.

"What a pleasant surprise." I turned to face him with the fakest, most cheesiest grin I could manage. "You were thinking off me so damn much that it basically came to me like a prayer, why were you thinking about me, Y/N?" He smirked as he walked closer to us and I rolled my eyes. "I was thinking about how much of an ass you are, my brothers here were agreeing." I smirked right back at him and he scoffed "I know you like me really and you enjoy my company more than anyone else's, you're not fooling anyone." He shrugged slightly like what he had just said was painfully obvious.

"Ok that's enough, I can't take it anymore. Lucifer what the hell are you doing here, really?" Dean looked pretty mad that I was joking around with the devil but who can blame me, he's quite funny when he's not trying to start world war three.

"You act like I'm about to try and start the apocalypse Deany, I mean c'mon, I'm totally over all that now." He smiled like he just told Dean he'd bought him some flowers and baked him a cake. "Right of course, I'm sorry for assuming the worst from the literal devil, you must've just popped in to give me chocolate and watch a movie with us." Dean spoke sarcastically and Lucifer pretended to be offended and shook his head. "Wow. I know you don't like me, but that was harsh. I mean, I really did come here to watch a movie. Not with you exactly, but that is the reason. I can't believe you think so lowly of me Deano." Lucifer matched Deans sarcastic tone and it just pissed my brothers off even more, meanwhile I found it to be good entertainment.

"First of all, stop adding letters onto my name. Secondly, if you mean that you came to watch a movie with my sister? You can forget it. I won't let you get anywhere near her." Aaaaaand protective brother mode is officially on. "I'm already near her." Lucifer scoffed as he walked closer to me and threw his arm around my shoulders. "Dude get your big ass arm off of me." I tried to shrug his arm off but he added another arm so he was giving me a really weird side hug, successfully trapping me in his arms.

However before I could complain anymore, a sudden gunshot echoes throughout the room and it makes me flinch. Lucifer let go of me with a grunt. "Ouch." He pouted like a child that didn't get his own way.

I turned to look at him and realised that Dean had shot him. "Was that really necessary, Dean? I can handle myself against big ole pouty satan over here." I felt him poke me at the insult so I looked back at him to see him still pouting and I giggled. "Yes. It was completely necessary. I told him that I wasn't gonna let him near you, Y/N. I don't like how close you two seem, all buddy-buddy and shit, it's not right. Has he got you under some sorta spell? Do you need help, Y/N? 'Cause I definitely do not have a problem with killing the devil himself." Dean looked between the two of us practically giggling like a pair of school girls.

"Yes Dean, he has me under a very powerful spell." He didn't look impressed with my sarcasm. "Whatever, but you hurt her and I swear I will find a way to end you." And with that promise he left the room. We both looked at Sam and it was pretty awkward for a second before he cleared his throat "Yeah, Well I- erm- I need to carry on with this, so.." He got up and walked out with his laptop.

"Wow. You know, you could be here to kill me and both of my brothers just left me to be murdered." I joked and turned around to face him.

"You know I'd never hurt you though, right? You are one of the very very few humans I can tolerate." His smirk was replaced with a genuine smile as he looked down at me. "I know." I nodded and it was quite for a moment as I looked at him, taking in his features. Damn, his eyes are so pretty and his hair looks so fluffy, I want to just run my hands through it so fucking bad.

"So," I cleared my throat like I was trying to get rid of the tension in the room. "What movie do you wanna watch, Luci?" My eyes widened slightly as I realised what I had called him, but it was too late, he had already heard it. "'Luci' huh?" I was about to start apologetically rambling before I noticed a grin spread across his face. "I like it, but only from you. I don't want some demon walking around calling me 'Luci ', it'll ruin my reputation." He chuckled, "Oh and I'm 99.9% sure that you forgot I can read your thoughts, your eyes are pretty too." His smirk was back as he cockily walked out of the room, leaving me stood on my own in embarrassment.

[my-proof-is-you]

Now That We Don’t Talk - Teaser

Coming soon!

Summary: When you started dating Jensen Ackles, things were damn near perfect. You were so compatible, and you fit into his life seamlessly. After Supernatural ended, though, Jensen got a new job. Pretty soon, Jensen also got a new life. And you no longer fit in it.

Jensen x You

Inspired by the song Now That We Don’t Talk by Taylor Swift

Forevers:

@divadinag @lynne1993 @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce​  @onethirstyunicorn @sammykb1994 @lilulo-12 @mellorine-paprika @tranquility-or-chaos @collette04 @hoboal87 @chevyharvelle @miraclesoflove @defenderrosetyler @babypink224221 @calaofnoldor @beatifuldisaster018 @coffeebooksandfandom @supernatural3002 @lainxcas @mylovelydame21 @mrsdeanfuckingwinchester @lovely-lynns-likes @ppeachygemss @screechingartisancashbailiff @metalfangirl @vicmc624 @polina-93 @hobby27 @sexyvixen7 @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad @lyarr24 @amelia-song-pond @donnaintx @spnbaby-67 @traceyaudette @gh0stgurl @fiftyshadesgrl @tapedeck-hearts @lacilou @foxyjwls007

Deanies/Jensen:

@tftumblin @deans-baby-momma @akshi8278 @weepingwillowphoenix @playingdeep17 @justanotherwinchester @flamencodiva @caligraphee @miufel @lovely-lynns-likes @smokinserious @squirrelnotsam @mother-dearest-loves-me @mrspeacem1nusone @allonsy-yesiwill @jensenackels512 @deandreamernp @siospins @thoughts-and-funnies @440mxs-wife @deandreamernp @love-yourself-first-tfw @siospins @bicowboywuvhugz @muhahaha303

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Kinktober Day 6: Chastity- Michael

Summary: Michael thinks humans and their sexual ways are disgusting but maybe he’s just a bit of a hypocrite

Word count: 4,757 words (god damn my longest one yet. Idk how this happened)

Note: this is not what chastity style Kinktober fan fics are usually like but this is my take 😅. This fan fic also ended up being a bit more sweet then I expected

It wasn’t completely unknown how a lot of angels viewed humans, it was usually with disdain but that disdain did vary. Some saw them as more like an annoying little sibling you have to look after, others saw them as stupid apes that were good for a laugh and sometimes sex, but others, like Michael, saw them as disgusting and a mistake.

Michael and Lucifers views on humans were not as different as they seemed. Michael was just better at hiding it and following orders. The main difference was that even though Lucifer saw humans as disgusting mistakes, he was also similar to Gabriel where he could still get a laugh and have some fun.

Some thought Michael was more like Raphael where yeah sure he didn’t like them but he was mainly pretty indifferent, but no, Michael really did hate humans. He saw humans as disgusting creatures who run on nothing but primary urges. Urges that make them kill, fight, gorge and fuck. That was one thing Michael truly did loath about them, how casually they treated sex and sexual desires.

Michael believed his father created humans to enjoy sex with one person they cared for and to create more humans and that was it, not to fool around, masturbate and use sex in a primal and almost feral way. The way humans treated sex was disgusting.

Chastity, that’s what Michael believed in, to stay pure and good. Humans were supposed to be beautiful children, not these disgusting animals.

Now that Michael had lost his grace and had to live with the Winchesters, he had been on edge and grumpy every second of the day. Dean Winchesters sexual antics made everything worse and today it was especially bad.

“You have a good night, Deanie Beanie?” You ask smirking at him. Teasing him with both the nickname and his scruffy hair as he walked through the bunker door.

He replied simply with a smirk and a wink as he walked through the bunker, likely to have a shower.

Lucifer, Gabriel, Sam and yourself look between each other and snicker and slightly roll your eyes. Raphael seemed pretty indifferent as he continued drinking his coffee and reading his book, not really caring about human drama. However as per usual, Michael scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“That’ll be you one day, Mikey.” Gabriel slapped Michael on his shoulder laughing.

Gabriel often liked to tease Michael about his views on sex, especially since Gabriel is literally a porn star. It had been stressful having four archangels now living in the bunker and trying to get their grace back, but one thing that made it easier was when you all teased Michael. Despite being the oldest out of all of you, you’d all tease him like he was the youngest.

“Don’t be disgusting, Gabriel.” Michael glared at his younger brother.

“You know you’re kinda hot when you get all flustered, Michael.” You pile on with the teasing, both you and Gabriel smirk at each other.

“Hey, that’s my dad, sort of.” Sam commented, feeling conflicted.

“Well then I know where you and Dean get it from, Sammy.” You lightly flirt and wink at him, rustling his overgrown hair.

“You are shameless.” Michael jabs, causing the rest of the table, surprisingly even Raphael, to chuckle and throw a few ‘ooohh’s’ your way.

“Don’t feeling jealous, Mikey, I’ll flirt with you whenever you like,” you wink at him, beginning to stand up, “now if you don’t mind, I’m gonna have a shower and start to get ready for the day, gentlemen. You’re welcome to join me, Michael.” You smirk at him as you send a wink his way.

“Shut up.” Was all he managed to angrily grumble out as you blew him a kiss while you walked off.

The nice warm shower really did to wonders for the stress all this archangels business had caused you. Now getting into some comfy bike shorts and top stolen from Sam you were officially ready to start the day and actually get some things done.

You were looking for your car keys are you hear an angry knock on your door. You assumed it was Michael but were still surprised when you open it to find it really was him. While Michael may make snide comments here and there, since losing his grace he’s never really been overly combative.

“Taking me up on that shower offer Mikey? Sorry to disappoint but I’m all done.” You continue yet again to make fun of him as your hand touches his chest.

Grabbing your wrist he lightly pushes you back into your room and closes the door surprisingly gently. Even when he’s mad he’s still very stereotypically angelic.

“Look I am forced to be here and I try to be a civil as possible but you need to stop. I know my father has told me not to judge humans but to respect them but I can not do that with you.” He told you sternly, more feeling like you were being told off by a patient teacher then you were by an archangel of the lord.

“Why me, Michael? Why not Sam or Dean or Gabriel? They screw around a lot more than I do. Is it because I’m a woman?” You ask him now getting more than a little fed up.

“Yes! But also no.” He stated, almost confused.

“Firstly, it’s because you say such suggestive and vulgar things to me directly and that needs to stop. Secondly, women are supposed to be soft and delicate, it’s how my father created you to be.” He further explained, hoping to straighten this all out but not realising he was just making it worse.

“I’m not sure if I should feel insulted or a little turned on.” You replied honestly as you thought of his words.

“There you go again! Can’t you even attempt to be less vulgar!” You retorted, now beginning to get worked up.

“What and be like you, daddy’s boy?! Huh? Walk around preaching chastity and purity and abstinence?”

“Yes!” Michael yelled, now officially feeling aggravated.

“You walk around in tight clothes or clothes stolen from a man who is not your husband! You make sexual comments, lewd jokes and touch every one of us. Why just last week you managed to sit in Sam, Deans and Lucifers lap all in one night! Why can’t you just be good and pure?”

Wow, you didn’t know why but this little rant of his was really making you want to tease him. You wanted to see if you could pull a little blush from the archangel. Smirking devilishly you began to enact that plan.

“So you’ve been watching me very closely then have you, Mikey? Looking at my body and how I touch people? God it must be so hard for you, starting to be more human everyday. I mean before you saw humans as being no more than animals, filthy creatures and now you’re noticing what one of us wears and how we act.” With every word you walk closer and closer to Michael, him walking back as you walk forward. Now he sits on your bed, watching you with almost awe in his eyes as you continue.

He sits on your bed, with his hands almost submissively placed on his knees, you lean down and whisper into his ear.

“I bet losing your grace, becoming human, has been really hard on you,” accentuating the word ‘hard’ with a squeeze of his thigh, “I mean you’re so pure and a man of such chastity, it must be difficult now such primal urges are slipping their way into your body and your mind.” Now looking directly into his eyes, you place your other hand on the side of his face.

“Tell me, what do you think about when you see me in those tight clothes? How does it make your body feel? I bet you get real excited and I bet you count down the hours until you can go to your room and have a nice shower. Somewhere private where no one would even know how hard you were and how good it felt to be human and to finally touch yourself. I bet you have, I bet you wished I would sit on your lap or touch you just a bit longer.”

Michael wished he could push you away and walk out the door but he was frozen, it was all true and he hated himself for not being able to deny it.

Seeing that he doesn’t move you now sit on his lap, like you said he wished you would. Not even realising he’d done it, his hand naturally slips around your waist.

“Do you want me to be a good girl for you, Michael?” You ask taunting his as your lips make their way to his ear.

“Or do you want to be a good boy for the me, baby?” The question making his eyes close and a little moan escape his lips. Noticing the reaction you’ve had on him you smirk and begin to softly kiss his neck.

The feeling of your soft lips and the way his pants begin to feel tighter and tighter pulls him from the trace-like state you’ve put him in. He suddenly stands, almost making you tumble over, as he walks out your bedroom door. Not saying a single word, just leaving in a hurry.

*******

That night the boys decide to go out to a bar, everyone needing a break from the bunker. The only one missing being Michael. The rest of the group didn’t care at all but you were hoping he’d come out, hoping you’d be able to tease him some more. He wasn’t even in the entrance of the bunker when you went to leave so you couldn’t even tease him with the tight low cut shirt and short skirt you wore.

Your outfit wasn’t a total loss and you knew it would get a reaction from Michael because of how every single one of the other men in the group seemed to react, even Raphael and Cas gave you a look over.

You always had a great time with the boys but honestly right now all you could think about was Michael.

Quickly excusing yourself you went to the bathroom of the bar that was luckily empty. You quickly snapped a photo of your outfit in the bathroom mirror of the bar and sent it to Michael.

‘If you really want to be a good boy for me you’ll be waiting in my room on your knees 😇😘’

You sent the message and quickly went back to the boys to let them know you were heading off.

God the whole drive home you were feeling antsy. You would barely sit still as your pussy began to throb just thinking of Michael on his knees.

When you walked through your bedroom door you let out a moan seeing just that, Michael had even taken the liberty to remove this shirt. Having this perfect angel on his knees in nothing but his grey sweats was enough to make you cum there and then.

As you walk through the door his face shoots up and you swear you could see his dick twitch in his pants. Finally getting that blush you wanted from him, his eyes raked over your body as you bit your lip and started circling him.

“You really are an obedient little soldier aren’t you, Michael?” You whispered hotly in his ear as you stood behind him, hands on his muscular shoulders.

“Yes.” Was all he could moan out as you began massaging his shoulders and kissing his neck.

“You were such a good boy for me, waiting here on your knees. But have you always been a good boy, Michael?” Your tone becoming dangerous as you raise up and tug his hair back as you do, looking him dead in the eyes.

Despite being a fierce warrior of heaven, you accusing the archangel of being anything other than your good boy shot fear into him. You could see this fear in his eyes as you stared at him for a little while longer.

“I’m gonna ask you something and if you’re lying, I’ll know.” You tell him with a warning tug on his hair, causing a moan to escape passed his now open lips.

“I’ll tell you anything, y/n.” He assures you as his filled eyes seem to become doe like.

“How many times have you touched yourself since you’ve been here, Michael.” You ask him in an authoritative tone.

Both fear and shame run over his face as that cute blush of his becomes deeper.

“Five times.” He answers you shamefully.

“Five times? You’re just as filthy as I am Michael.” You taunt him as you now make your way to stand in front of him, both hands now on either side of his face.

“Dirty little boy. No worse than us humans now. Not as pure and filled with chastity as you seem, baby.” You smirk now as his face is filled with shame, tears beginning to well in his eyes.

“Aaawww, is the little angel gonna cry? You feel so dirty and now it’s making you cry? You were a naughty boy, Michael. Now you tell me every dirty little thought that went through your mind and maybe you’ll be forgiven.” You taunt and chastise him. Despite your words being filled with taunts and threats Michael seemed to like it, he seemed to crave your touch and your approval.

“I don’t want to be bad… I- I’ll tell you. Please just make me feel good, please.” He begged you, never feeling this need before and not fully know what your touch will do but knowing he needed it.

“Begging like a little whore now? I think I told you to tell me your dirty thoughts, not to beg me to fuck you.” You scorn him as you rip his head back.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Little tears beginning to fall as he tries to think of where to start.

“When-when w-w-we were at the bar I thought of you sitting on my lap and how you’d feel on me and if you’d rub yourself against me. When you were cooking for us and I saw you bend over the counter, I thought of ripping your clothes off and having my way with you.” Every fantasy he admitted seeming to hurt him to say, as if he was admitting the terrible crimes.

“Was that all or was there more? Come on and be a good boy for me.” You ask him softly now, stroking his cheek.

“No, there’s three more. New fantasies came to me every time I touched myself. I feel so ashamed.” He tells you, now genuine worry on his face.

“That’s a lot of dirty thoughts for my sweet angel.” Wanting to tease him some more but also starting to feel a little bad you walk away from him and bring over the small lounge chair in the corner of the room.

You sit on it comfortably with your legs spread nice and wide, Michael getting a view of your lacy black panties just barely covering your pussy, making him bite back a moan as he stared.

“You sit between my knees and place your sweet little head on my thigh and tell me the rest, baby. If you’re good I’ll let you touch my pussy. I still need to punish you for touching yourself but I will reward you if you tell me your other dirty fantasies.” Hearing this Michael begins to rise but is quickly stopped.

“Uh uh, crawl over.” You tell him, pointing to the ground.

Ever the obedient soldier, he follows your order perfectly. Crawling between your legs, he finds home resting his head on your thigh and looking up into your eyes.

“Keep going, baby.” You tell him as you stroke his hair.

Closing his eyes and almost purring he begins to get lost in your touch but continues telling you.

“I saw you and Sam kissing and grabbing at each other in the training room and thought of myself in Sams place. When you and Gabriel were baking I thought of what your tongue would feel like all over my body, and then this morning when you said I join you in the shower, I thought of how gorgeous you’d look over covered in soap and how soft your body would feel under my hands.” With that last confession spoken, Michael let out a big breath and broke eye contact from you. Feeling so anxious from letting you know his fantasies.

“Wow, baby, those were some really delicious fantasies, we might have to make some of them come true one day. For now however you can have a little reward for being such a good boy and telling me all of that.” You coo at him as you gently stroke his hair.

Spreading your legs even wider you beckon him towards you with a curl of your finger. Slowly leaning up towards you, you take his face in your hands and plant a kiss on his perfect lips. Starting off slow and sweet, the kisses get more and more heated, the hands on his face move to his neck and in his hair and he begins to stand up further on his knees, slotting his body to press against yours.

When you feel him begin to grind onto you, quickly you push him away and break the kiss.

“You wanna touch my pussy, Michael?”

Michael first looks at you with excitement but then with worry as he looks away ashamed. Feeling bad you take his face in your hands.

“Baby. You’re not a bad boy for wanting those things or wanting to touch me.” You reassure him sweetly.

“But you said I’d be punished.” He tells you weakly, sounding like a scolded child.

“Oh sweet boy. I need to punish you for touching yourself not because your sexual urges are wrong but because you’re my good boy, your cock his mine, your pleasure is mine. I decide when you cum and if you’re a bad boy and cum without my permission I have to punish you. Do you understand, baby?” You ask, stroking his face.

“I understand.” He replies, face now full of intrigue.

“Now do you want to touch me on the chair or on the bed?”

His face lights up like a kid at Christmas, acting like those were the best words anyones ever said.

“Bed! Bed please!” He quickly replied excitedly.

Giggling at his excitement, you leave the chair and take his hand in yours, leading him onto the bed. As he sits on the bed like he had done early that day, you begin to strip out of your already pretty minimal clothes. Putting on a bit of a show for him his eyes never leave your body as he watches each item leave your body until you’re left naked in front of him.

Crawling on the bed you sit with your back against the headboard and open your legs for him, making sure he can see your whole pussy.

Turning to kneel between your legs he just stares at you in awe, almost too nervous to do anything.

“You don’t have to know what to do, sweet boy, you just touch me wherever you like, I want you to just learn and feel me.” You reassure him as his hands slowly creep up your inner thigh.

“I think I’m beginning to understand the beauty my father saw when he created humans, you’re so beautiful and unique. Soft and sweet skin and body. So beautiful.” Michael sighed, mesmerised by you as his hands began to wander, staring at your body in marvel and awe.

His hands reach from your inner thigh and over your hips, squeezing them as he went. Once he reached your stomach he held his hands there for a second in thought, just staring. Slowly he began to move again, one hand moving to your breast and the other moving to your pussy.

The hand that was on your breast began to gently squeeze and his finger gently rolled over your nipple. His other hand swiped through the spread lips of your pussy, gently and experimentally.

You don’t think he realised what he was doing to you and you tried your best to stay as quiet as possible to let him have this moment. You bit your lip trying hard not to make a sound but once he rolled your nipple between his fingers and his light touches brushed over your clit you couldn’t help the little gasp that left your lips.

Michaels eyes lit up as he looked up to you, excited he was able to make such a pretty noise come out of you. Lightly grazing over the spot again he noticed that that was what was making you feel so good. He continues to gently rub his fingers over this spot again and again, each time you make one of those pretty noises.

He looks between your face, your breasts and your pussy, so excited and eager.

“Ooohh, Michael you’re doing so good. Keep going and you’re gonna make me cum.” You smiled down at him sweetly.

“Can I? Please? Can I make you cum?” He asks you excitedly as his fingers move a little faster.

“Yes! Be a good boy and make me cum, baby!” You shout out in utter euphoria. As the pressure gets tighter and tighter you forget this was supposed to be an experience for Michael. Cumming hard your hands fly to his hair and your mouth collides with his again, kissing him with heated passion as your body shakes.

“You did such a good job, sweet boy.” You tell him gently as you stroke his face, still coming down from your high.

“I still have to punish you but then I’m gonna ride your cock, my sweet angel.” You tell him, biting your lip as your hand makes contact with his cock for the first time, rubbing him over his sweat pants.

This new feeling is so exciting to Michael his head flys back just from your light touches.

“Yes! Yes! Punish me then aaa-ah then-then. Make me cum! Please!” He managed to get out as your strokes become faster.

“Okay, sweet boy,” you whisper in his ear “you take off your pants, place your hands on the desk, legs apart and bend right down for me, okay?” You instruct him gently.

Without even responding he’s quick to follow your every command. You watch him with great interest as he follows your instructions perfectly.

Slowly you walk up behind him and hold onto his hips tightly, pulling his ass back into you, earning a small yelp from Michael.

“Okay, sweet boy. I’m gonna spank you 5 times, once for each time you came without my permission and you’re gonna count with every hit. Can you do that?” You ask him sweetly as you rub his ass.

“Yes. I can do that, I’ll be a good boy.” He replies weakly, his head now low and ass pushed out further.

Standing beside him you put one hand on the small of his back as your other hand hits his left cheek with one big slap.

“Aah, one!” He calls out.

Another smack hits his right cheek now.

“Two!” He calls again.

Switching sides between each hit he counts each time.

Whack!

“Three!”

Whack!

“F-ffoour!”

“One more, baby.” You coo in his ear, his head getting lower and lower with each slap.

This last hit was the hardest by far, even stinging your hand a bit.

“Fuck! FIVE!” He shouted as loud as he could.

“Ooohh. Did you just swear, baby? That wasn’t very sweet and pure of you, my good boy. That’s something a bad boy would say. I should punish you again, shouldn’t even let you cum.” You tease him as you crouch down in front of him.

Fear falls to his face as he takes in what you’re saying.

“No, no, no. I’m sorry, please, please, I’ll be a good boy!” Michael pleads with you, now on his knees in front of you.

“Okay, baby, I won’t punish you, but good boys don’t use that kind of language. Okay?” You tell him, stroking his hair.

“Yes, y/n.” He simply replies, looking into your eyes.

“Good boy. Now you lay down on the bed and I’ll make you feel really good.” You tell him sweetly as you kiss his cheek.

Almost running to the bed he lays on his back right in the middle, eyes never leaving you as his chest heaves up and down. Slowly you make your way over to him, teasing him as much as he can. Once you approach the bed you straddle his hips and begin to grind down on him, earning you a gasp as his hands flew to your hips.

“Are you ready, baby?” You ask him, lightly tracing patterns on his chest as you continue to grind your bare pussy on his bare cock.

“I’m ready.” He sighs out, his eyes beginning to close.

His eyes open again as you begin to lift your hips off of him, lining him up with your entrance. You slowly sink down on him and his hands tighten on your hips.

As you bottom out you look down at your sweet angel and see his head fallen back, eyes closed and muttering in enochian, he looked so beautiful.

Slowly you started grinding on him and his muttering turned to moans and groans as he opened his eyes to look at you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He gasped out as your grinding picked up speed.

“So are you, my sweet angel.” You tell him as you lean down and kiss passionately.

As your grinding turns more into humping Michael starts to get the rhythm and pushes his hips up into you at the same pace, looking at you in marvel.

“Guess you don’t think I’m so impure anymore, baby.” You tease him once again as you lean yourself down to his neck and begin to bounce on his cock.

At this new position his groans become louder and his gasps more frequent, you could tell he was close.

“No, no, no, nooo… you’re pure and perfect and divine! Aaa-aah! Please y/n I’m gonna cum! Please I wanna be a good boy please! Let me cum!” He pleads loudly.

Sitting back onto your knees and placing your hands on his chest, your thrusts slow slightly in this new position, making Michaels breath slow too.

“You remember that spot you touched before, baby?” You ask him panting with each thrust.

“Yes, yes, yeeesss.” He gasps and groans out, enjoying this pleasure but trying so hard not to cum.

“Touch me there and make me cum and then you can cum, baby.” You command him as you take his hand and guide his fingers to your clit.

Again following orders so well, he rubs you there nice and fast as your thrusts pick up again. Knowing you were so close you take his other hand to throw it onto your breast.

“Yeh, just like that, baby, aaa-aah! Oooh! You’re making me feel so good, Michael!” You praise him as you begin to feel yourself come undone.

“Aaaah! Michaaaeel!” you scream out as your orgasm takes over.

Quickly following yours Michael grabs onto your hip tightly and fucks into you with a few more hard strokes before releasing himself inside of you with a loud groan.

Panting loudly you fall down beside him and tiredly pull the blankets over both of you. Looking up at him you give him a sweet kiss to his soft lips.

“How you feelin, Mikey?” You ask him in a soft blissed out voice.

“Amazing.” He simply states, holding you as he looks up to the ceiling continuing to catch his breath.

“You know, when I have my grace back I’ll have more control and I could make love to you even better.” He tells you sweetly as his face now turns to you, cupping your cheek.

“Sounds fine by me.” You tell him smiling as you kiss him again.

“But for now let’s get you into the shower, angel boy. Let you see what I look like covered in soap.” You whisper into his ear as you both rush off to the shower.

[sammygender]

thing is, in canon deans already forced into the role of emotionally supporting and caring for john. you know that journal entry where johns like... dean tried to comfort me which means hes old enough to shoot guns now. if dean was a girl i dont think johns thoughts would jump to the whole intense raise him to be dad's perfect soldier the same. itd be more like Marys dead but at least i have my daughter... shes just like mary fr....... shes so comforting to me...... girls always are said to be more mature than boys and deans definitely an old soul......... itd be like. john going off hunting and leaving his eldest daughter at home to look after his son like a stay-at-home wife <3. john probably doesnt raise girl dean to be a soldier from quite such a young age.

BUT. he still definitely does raise her to be a solider. john respects women (? he thinks he does at least!). women can be just as capable as men, and john's going to raise a strong woman, goddamnit. dean gets these contradictory messages about how she shouldnt be TOO girly, and about how she's cool because she's tomboyish and tough and not some whiny girl, but john also wants her to be a Girl. hes a military man and he still has gender roles ingrained. hes not going to take his 6 year old daughter out to shoot a gun, even though he is going to give her her toddler brother to raise. he is however going to take his 10 year old daughter out to shoot a gun! he wants her to be tough after all. she still has to be a hunter and work to avenge her mother.

its like. i dont know. john is happy he has a Daughter and as a result hes probably less hard on her in the training respect. he like. buys her kiddie nail varnish kits to indulge the fact shes a Girl. hes sweeter with her, at least at first. and kid dean dutifully plays with them a little but also gets the sense that, actually, dad wants a son, and sam's too young to be that yet, so dean tries her best to be both as good as any son of dad's could be AND the reincarnation of her dead mother.

i also think as a result of girl dean, john is harder on sam. sam is probably in some ways more coddled (by dean) and less coddled (by john). john worries about sam becoming too girly (read weak) under dean's influence.... which fucks with dean's head so hard. now sam has to shoulder the entire weight of being His Fathers Son. which is also a weight dean is kind of sort of insanely jealous of. like how in canon johns all like 'i dont think sam has the same killer instinct as dean....' itd be that except combined with classic old-fashioned gender worries. 'sammy hates hunting, and deanie likes it too much. have i gone wrong somewhere?'

[bingbongsupremacy]

Brothers Comfort

Pairing: Brother Sam & Brother Dean x platonic!younger sister reader

Warnings: Very cringe and short. I wrote this when I was in middle school. Originally from Wattpad.

Summary: Your brothers are there to comfort you when you wake up from a bad nightmare.

*Not Proof Read* Supernatural

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Reader's P.O.V.

" Come out, come out, wherever you are, y/n. " A sinister airy voice calls. " I will find you! Wherever you are! Your brothers and dad will never be able to save you. They'll never help you. They'll forget about you. " The voice cackles and a shadow runs past my hiding place. I curl up tighter and whimper with tears in my eyes.

" Leave me alone! " I whimper. " Deany! Sammy! Daddy! " I scream as a dark head peer down at me. The eyes are a glowing red and the teeth on the creature are a mixture of white and sickly yellow.

" They can't hear you, N/N. " The creature laughs. " No one can hear you. You're mine now. "

Shivers run down my back. " H-how do you know m-my name? " I whimper in fear. What is this creature? How does it know me? What did I do to it? Why does it want to hurt me? Where's Daddy?! Where's Deany and Sammy? I want my family!!

" Oh, I know everything about you, Y/n. Everything. I know that you hate life on the road, that you don't like switching schools every week so your father can hunt my kind and others. I know you wish at times that you had a normal family. Oh, but you can't have a normal family, can you little girl? Such big thoughts for a tiny child. " The creature rushes towards me. Before it can grab me, it stops a few feet away with a wide evil grin. " Oh, what the others would do to get you, a Winchester. You and your family have been nothing but a pain for us these past years. You're going to grow up to be exactly like your father and brothers, and that I will not let happen. We don't need more of you in this world. That's why I'll be taking care of you now. Oh, child, this is your end. Your bloody, horrific end. " The creature lets out a sharp whistle that hurts my ears. I wince and my eyes widen as I see other creatures start to appear. There are shadowy creatures, like the one that spoke before, and many many other creatures. Vampires, Skinwalkers, werewolves, and more, all wanting to eat me.

I scream as they laugh and lunge at me. " No! Stop! No!! Daddy!!! Dean!! Sammy!! Help me! Help me!! "

" Y/N! Y/N!! Wake up! Wake up, kid! Come on! Y/N! Wake up! " I hear Dean's voice over the screeches of pleasure coming from the monsters.

" Help me! " I scream. My body is shaken wildly. My eyes snap open as the creature takes a large bite out of my neck.

Dean stares down at me, his eyes wide with worry and confusion.

" Don't let them eat me, Dean! Don't let them eat me! " I beg while sobbing. Big tears drip off my face and onto Dean's shirt as I cling to my older brother.

" Shh. You're okay, Y/N. You're okay. Calm down. You're okay. " Dean soothes. He pats my back comfortingly.

" Don't l-let them eat me. " I hiccup. " Don't let them eat me. "

Dean runs a hand through my hair. " Don't worry, Y/N. They can't hurt you. Nothing can get you. You're alright. You're safe here. "

" Dean? What's wrong with N/N? " Sammy asks sleepily as he stumbles towards us.

" Nightmare. " I hear Dean whisper.

" Oh. " Sammy climbs onto the bed next to me and Dean. " Are you okay Y/N? "

I whimper and shake my head. " N-no. They're after me. "

" What happened in your dream? " Sammy asks.

" Monsters. " I sniffle. " They ate me. And, and you, you guys didn't come. You didn't save me. Y-you didn't save me! " I cry.

Dean sighs. " It's just a dream, Y/N. Sammy and I are right here. The monsters aren't here. Okay? You're okay. "

I nod and pull Sam into the hug. " Don't leave me. Don't let them eat me, please. "

" We won't leave you, Y/N. We'll always be here to protect you. That's what older brothers are supposed to do. " Sammy smiles softly down at me. " We'll always be here to protect you. "

[mxltifxnd0m]

must be love ❥ s.winchester

summary: social media/modern era au with stanford! sam winchester

pairings: established sam winchester x reader, sam winchester x fem! reader

warnings: none really, no use of 'y/n', fluff, slice of life, references to drinking, and one mention of sex

a/n: first social media au so please be nice to be loll. but this was fun to make! and who knows i might make more in the future 🤭

also happy b-day to jared padalecki our cancer king 😩🙌 (him being a cancer makes so much sense to me), and the user: dianhhboo is actually my friend to introduced me to spn and i wanted to add her in the fic 🤭

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[holylulusworld]

Hunter vs Witch

Summary: Sam just can’t stand you.

Square filled for @samwinchesterbingo:

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Witch!Reader

Sidepairing: Dean Winchester x Pie 🙃

Warnings: banter, implied past sexual encounter, fun, enemies to ???, crack, mentions of pegging (no description)

Words: 800

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“Y/N,“ Sam unhappily looks at you. He presses his lips into a thin line and narrows his eyes.

Sam Winchester never was a big fan of you, or rather your attitude.

“Samuel,” you give the hunter a wink. “What brings you here? I thought you never wanted to come back here.”

You just love to rile the tall hunter up.

“You know why I’m here!” 

“How shall I know what’s going on in your pretty head?” you batt your eyelashes. “I was minding my business when you stormed into my establishment, gun aimed and a wild look in your eyes.”

“You kidnapped my brother!”

“Oh, that,” you grin. “I did not kidnap your big brother. I borrowed him.” You correct. “He’s fine.”

“Where is my brother?” Sam raises his voice and unlocks his gun. “I will kill you if you don’t tell me where my brother is. I’ll count to ten.”

“One,” you giggle. “Two.”

“I’m not joking!” pressing the barrel of the gun into your chest Sam sneers. “Three.”

“Four, Samuel.” 

“Five.”

“Six.”

“Seven,” Sam looks around the bar, huffing as there is not a single customer. “Eight.”

“Nine, sweetheart.”

“SAMMY! There you are,” Dean walks out of the small kitchenette in the back of your bar. “You’ve missed all the fun. What took you so long?”

The elder brother buries a fork into the pie you bought for him, humming happily. “Dean?” Sam sighs deeply. “You are alright.”

“Y/N bought me pie,” Dean walks toward one of the bar stools to sit on the bar counter. “I love me some pie, sweetheart.”

“I know you do, Deanie.”

“She…and then,” securing his gun Sam grunts. “What did you mean with I took my time? You were just gone, Dean. I came back to the bunker, and you were gone. Baby was still at the garage, though.”

“Y/N drove me,” Dean shrugs. “She said that the monster she’s hunting attacks their victims while stealing their cars. I didn’t want to put Baby on the line.”

“You could’ve left a message! I was worried sick, Dean,” Sam grumbles. “You can’t just run off with that witch! She cannot be trusted!”

“Oh, come on, Samuel. You got all cozy with Rowena and call me a witch like I’m a bad guy. I only use my powers to kill the big bad guys wanting to feast on your cute ass.”

“Keep my ass out of this.”

“I bet you’d like me to peg your ass,” you smirk. “You always give me submissive vibes. Hmm…yeah. I got some nice toys.”

“Last warning, Y/N,” Dean watches you and Sam with amusement. He chuckles and turns his attention back toward the pie. “Dean, don’t you want to say something?”

“Keep me out of this. Y/N is a white witch and a hunter. If I don’t want to kill her, you should try to do the same.”

“Yeah, you better not anger me,” you lower your voice and point your index finger at Sam. “You don’t want me to use the spell I saved for you.”

“I’m not afraid of your spells,” Sam puffs his chest. “Do your worst.”

“Don’t tempt me, Samuel,” you take a step toward the hunter. “If I’m done with you, you’ll say: ‘Oh no that witch shrank my dick! Help me, Dean. But he won’t. Your dick will be a tiny wiener for the rest of your life.”

“You wouldn’t dare to put a spell on me, witch.”

“I will so put a spell on you and your dick,” Dean snickers behind his brother’s back. “What’s so funny, Dean?”

“You sound like a married couple in the middle of a fight. Just tell me when you get to the make up sex.”

“Eek…I wouldn’t touch his dick with gloves on.”

“I didn’t know you’re into kinky shit, sweetheart,” Dean dips his head to glance at you. “What kind of gloves do you prefer?”

“Dean, you are confusing reality with porn again. Help me here. She just threatened my life.”

“She threatened your dick.”

Sam rolls his eyes at Dean’s comment. “You’re not helping.”

“I didn’t try to be helpful.”

“I got that,” Sam sarcastically says. “I’ll bring her to the dungeon and chain her up. I think Rowena and Castiel should check on her again. I don’t believe for a second that she’s a white witch.”

“Now you made it,” you turn around to walk toward the staircase. “I’ll put a spell on you right now!”

“WAIT! You won’t,” Sam runs after you, calling your name. “I’m warning you.”

“Young love, huh? I guess they will have loud make up sex again,” Dean looks at the half-eaten pie. “I know, sweetheart. We should go somewhere more private and enjoy each other’s company. I can’t have you listen to the noises they are going to make …”

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[blessyourhondahurley]

Suptober day 13 - Do I Dare?

Jo pushes Dean to approach an attractive stranger.

Suptober prompt: Flirt Flufftober prompt: Wrong (…) Fictober prompt: “Come with me, hurry.” Inktober prompt: Rise

(Read on AO3)

“Josephine, come on, please do not make me do this.” He turns his best puppy-dog eyes on for her, but his sister from another mister is unmoved.

“A dare's a dare, Deanie weenie,” she replies loftily, sloshing her beer at him. “And you, my chickenshit friend, have been dared. Rise to the challenge! You've been staring at that guy all freakin' night but you don't have the balls to go talk to him on your own, so now I'm taking charge. Make sure you do it exactly like I told you to.”

Grabbing his shoulders, she forces him to turn and face the bar. Then she slaps him on the back hard enough to propel him forward a couple steps without his permission. Dean looks back over his shoulder and gives her a glare hot enough to peel the skin right off her face if she had any sense of shame or self-preservation. Unfortunately, Jo Harvelle's always been in very short supply on those two characteristics, as well as the quality of mercy. He grits his teeth and marches the remaining few feet from their table to the bar where his unsuspecting (and incandescently attractive) target sits.

He takes a deep breath, blows it out, then takes hold of the man's firm bicep and hisses, “Come with me, hurry,” in his ear, precisely as he'd been instructed.

Shocked by the intrusion, the man turns a pair of brilliant blue eyes on him. “I'm sorry, do I know you?” he asks in a gruff voice that makes Dean's knees tremble a little.

Having completed the dare, Dean is now free to attempt damage control. “Oh, uh, sorry,” he says, blushing. “Wrong person. Thought you were my, umm...” His mind goes blank. “...Brother...?” he finishes, voice trailing off halfway through the word. It's a performance that wouldn't convince a goldfish, and the man he's talking to is having none of it.

“Really?” he asks, one eyebrow cocked in challenge.

Dean rubs the back of his neck and shrugs. “Uh, no. It was a dare... To get me over here, 'cause I didn't have the guts to come talk to you on my own.”

The man takes a long pull off his beer bottle and looks Dean all the way over, a slow journey of those striking eyes from his dusty boots up to his gel-spiked hair. He must like what he sees because he gives a flirty, quirked grin and leans in. “Well, now that you're here,” he whispers in Dean's ear, “what are you going to do next?”

“Can I start by buying you a drink?” he asks, taking a seat on the next bar stool. At the man's nod, Dean lifts his hand to get the bartender's attention. A chorus of whoops and bangs starts up from Jo's table, and he reaches the other hand around behind his new friend's back and flips her the bird. She's never going to let him live this down, but maybe, if he plays his cards right, this guy's gonna make the aggravation worth his while.

[castielmydarling]

Suptober 2023-Day 31: Trick or Treat

Trick or Treat 828 words on AO3 or below Summary: Cas tells Dean Jack's plan for Halloween

Last day! Thanks for reading!

Cas takes a deep breath (even though he doesn’t really need it) before entering the room. He has no real reason to be nervous about telling Dean what Jack wants to do. It’s not really up to him but in a way he feels guilty about not including Dean in the conversation earlier. Plus, he doesn’t really know how Dean feels about Halloween or holidays in general. 

There was that time Sam, Dean and Jack celebrated a year's worth of holidays, including Jack’s birthday, in a week with Mrs. Butters, whoever that was. He tries not to think about being excluded. They both apologized saying it happened so fast, but is a week really that fast? Hmmm…maybe he doesn’t feel so guilty after all. 

Cas opens the door to find Dean stretched out on the bed reading. 

Dean looks up from his book when he walks in and smiles. “Hey, Cas.”

“Hello, Dean.” He sits at the end of the bed. “Can I speak with you for a moment? It’s about Jack.”

Dean sits up, worried. “Yeah, sure. What’s up?”

“As you know, tomorrow is Halloween.”

Dean snorts. “How could I forget?”

“Yes, well Jack has been watching a lot of Halloween movies this year and he was asking about Trick or Treating. He knew when he was born he would have to grow up fast, that he wouldn’t be a child.” A sadness that Dean only sees when Cas talks about Jack’s lost childhood crosses his face. “Generally speaking he’s been ok with it because he knew he was needed for more. However, this year he wants to experience Trick or Treating.”

Dean raises his eyebrows, laughing nervously. “Uhh, I know he’s only been around for about 5 years but he looks and acts like an adult. People usually don’t like it when teenagers do it let alone 20 somethings.”

Cas laughs. “I’m aware. I told Jack as much but he has a solution.” He takes a deep breath. “He says he has enough power to de-age himself for at most 12 hours.”

“What?” Dean chokes. “He can do that?”

“Evidently he can. He tried it for a few minutes yesterday.” He says seriously. 

“What the hell?” Dean stands up ready to find Jack but Cas stops him. “That’s so dangerous, he had no idea what could’ve happened.”

“I know.” Cas says calmly. “Believe me, I explained to him how dangerous it was, especially alone and in secret.” He shakes his head.

Dean sits down a little calmer. “Ok, so what, he wants to be a kid for a few hours and have you take him Trick or Treating?”

“Well,” Cas looks at him hopeful. “He’d like both of us to take him if you’re ok with that.”

“Really?” He asks surprised. They’ve been working on their relationship but he’s still amazed that he wants him there for his special night.

Cas reaches to hold Dean’s hand. “Of course, Dean, he loves you.” He says with a squeeze.

Deany jumps up. “I need a costume.” He says, excited. “I don’t have much time.”

Cas blocks Dean from leaving. “Slow down, Jack and I have already discussed this too.” He says apologetic. “Actually, it was Jack that had costume ideas for all of us in mind.”

“He does?” Knowing Jack it could be anything, Dean thinks nervously. 

“A beekeeper.”

Cas watches as recognition flashes over Dean. His history with bee’s is complicated and it appears Dean remembers that as well. 

“It seems Jack was searching for family costume ideas and found one with a child dressed as a bee and the parents as beekeepers.” Cas smiles. Whatever his history with bee’s is, Jack’s idea does make a cute picture. “He saw it and thought it would be perfect for us. I didn’t want to disappoint him.”

Dean laughs a little uneasy. “No, you’re right. We don’t need to tell him anything about that time, it’s in the past long before he came into the picture.” He smiles. “He would make a cute bee.”

“So you’ll do it?” Cas asks, hopeful. 

“Hell yeah!” Dean says, excited. “I’ve never really done the whole Trick or Treating thing. This will be fun. We’re making the costumes right? Not buying some cheap thing at Spirit Halloween?” He asks somewhat concerned. 

“I don’t know what that is but no. Jack thinks he saw something we could use as beekeeper uniforms in the storage room so he’s already in there looking.”

Dean is out the door before he can say much more. “I’ll help him look!” he shouts from down the hallway.

“Ok.” He says to himself in the empty room, heart bursting with happiness. He may not see the point in going to strangers' homes asking for candy when they could just buy it themselves but both Jack and Dean seem thrilled at the opportunity. 

He’s happy Jack will get to have a childhood experience he deserves. And Dean too for that matter.

[stevie-petey]

I have Spn x Stranger Things thoughts...😭😭 Winchester!Bug & Half Sib!Dustin either both Winchesters or half sibs, Winchester!Bug & Winchester!Dustin, Bastard dad John Winchester & wonderful sunshine mom Claudia, protective older siblings Sam and Dean, Claudia loves Sammy and Deanie, may be her bastard ex's children but still loves both, protective Sam and Dean meeting Scoops-Ahoy-In-Denial-&-Flirting-With-Every-Girl-Ever!Steve, better yet Cas absolutely reading Steve😭😭 Jack and Bug💕💕 Dustin casually dropping a bombshell about his two adult older half brothers🫶🫶🙏🙏 Claudia absolutely babying grown adult Sam and Dean💕💕 the sibling banter🙏🙏 Chief Hopper meeting actual criminals Sam & Dean😭😭🤭🤭 Clueless Cas and Murray pushing Stug together, THE IDEAS ARE FLOWING😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏💕💕💕

ive never watched supernatural so unfortunately i have no clue what any of this means but i LOVE the enthusiasm