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soaringeag1e · 1 year ago

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Escape {64}

Detective!Dean x Victim!Reader

Warnings: Language, Fluff....Then a Ton of Angst {Sorry, not sorry}

Words: 2,124

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After making a breakthrough with the security footage at the convenience store, Styles and Dean followed a few leads. With some luck on their side, they were able to pin who the suspect was that attacked the clerk and took his life. They were even able to get an address and to both of their surprise, their man was home. Within just a few hours of finding the body they had their suspect in cuffs. That chalked up to a good day.

“Great work, Styles.”

“Same goes for you, boss.” The two men share a smile as they descend the stairs outside the precinct. “Tell Y/N I said hi.”

“Will do.” After giving him a nod, Dean pats his friend on the shoulder and then they split, both heading for their cars at different ends of the parking lot.

As Dean makes his way towards the car, he pulls out his phone and clicks on one of the most recent contacts before bringing the device up to his ear. When he makes it to his door, Eddie is driving by, already on his way out of the parking lot, so Dean sends him a wave and that’s when the ringing ends.

“Hey, you.”

“Hey! How was dress shopping?”

“Good. How was your thing?” Dean smirks as he slips into his car.

“Really good actually. I’ll tell you about it later.”

“Okay.”

“But first…did you find a dress?” The silence makes him a little nervous. He begins to think that maybe it turned out to be harder than you expected and that you were disappointed with the entire thing.

“Maybe…” you tease, getting him to light up in the drivers seat.

“Man…you have no idea how bad I want to see you in it.” He tries so hard to picture you in a wedding dress, but he’s sure that whatever his mind is coming up with is nothing compared to what you really look like. That’s what Sam had told him anyway.

“You still have a few months there, cowboy.” you giggle over the phone, getting Dean to smile even bigger. “Are you coming home?”

“Uh…yeah. Just got in the car. But I wanted to see what you wanted for dinner. I figured I could pick up something on the way home.”

“Hmm.” You hum quietly, clearly thinking about what you might want to eat. “How about Chinese?” The way you ask him makes him chuckle. The cute innocence always got him to adore you more.

“You got it, babe.” With that, he turns over the ignition and the car rumbles to life. “Do you need me to grab anything else on the way?”

“Nope. Just need you and food.”

“I love how you put me before the food.”

“It was a close one, but you just barely edged it out.”

“Is that so?” he laughs as he pulls out of his spot and heads for the main road.

“Yep. I’ve been missing you longer than food. But, if you take too long and my stomach starts to eat itself you may be bumped out of the running.”

“Then I better hurry then, huh?” The sound of your laughter makes him feel like he’s already home. Between the score with the case and the fact that he’s heading home to you, he felt like today couldn’t get any better. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too.” Dean focuses on the road but stays silent for a minute and just admires the sound of your voice, replaying what you just said over in his head like one of his favorite songs.

“Alright, I’ll let you go. I’m going to grab food and I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

“Okay. Love you.”

“Love you.”

The chatter down the hall had died down telling Bobby that it was getting later. The night crew at the precinct were starting their shifts and the morning crew had either already left or like him were on their way out the door. He was just taking a few more minutes to file a couple reports and clean up his desk a bit, because he knew that if he didn’t take the time now he would have to deal with it in the morning.

Just as his computer was shutting down for the night, he grabbed his keys from inside the top drawer and stood from his chair, pulling his jacket off the back of it.

“Captain?”

“What is it?” Bobby gave a little attitude because this always seemed to happen. Right as he was heading out for the day he always seemed to get stopped for something.

“There’s someone here that’s asked to see you and Detective Styles.” Huffing as he slides his jacket on, Bobby then glares at the officer at his door.

“Sampson, I’m on my way out the door, can’t this wait?”

“Well…I don’t know.” As the officer seemed conflicted, Bobby decides to give the newbie a break. But just this once.

“Who is it?”

“He said his name is Robert Thare.” And that’s when Bobby was grateful he cooled his head. The name instantly clicked and he couldn’t have reacted faster.

“Let him in.” Thankfully Sampson was quick to show Mr.Thare into the office. The tall man peeks his head in before stepping through the threshold and nodding to the officer before he walks away.

“Hi, Mr. Singer. I’m sorry it’s so late. I almost waited until tomorrow, but…”

“That’s alright.” Bobby grins, stepping around his desk. “What can I do for you?”

“Well, I uh…I found that tape I was looking for. You know, the one that shows Norman coming home and then his friend showing up?” As he tells Bobby, he hands the tape over to him and Bobby treats the VHS as if it’s a precious diamond.

“So….this has that footage on it? You’re sure?”

“Yes. I um…I forgot that I had some stuff put away in a storage unit in town and when I found more tapes I went through them.” he says, looking from the tape to the captain, an uneasiness taking over his expressions. “I uh…I can’t believe that I didn’t turn it in sooner, honestly. After watching it again…I don’t know why I didn’t find it suspicious earlier. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. When you’re not used to spotting those types of things, it’s harder to believe when you see it for yourself.” Mr. Thare nods faintly, looking a little sick.

“Well I uh…I found the footage and then rewound it for you, so you should just be able to pop it in and play it.”

“Thank you.” Bobby tells him sincerely. “You don’t know how much we appreciate this. I’m glad you caught me before I left.”

“Me too.” Mr. Thare says after a few nods. “I um, I don’t know if I’ll be of any help, but if you need anything else….let me know.”

“We will. But I think this might be the extent of it. Hopefully we don’t have to bother you anymore.” The two share a nice chuckle and then Bobby shows the man to the door. He is deeply appreciative of what that man has done for them, but once he was heading towards the front of the precinct, Bobby couldn’t have moved faster. He rushed over to the TV in his office and popped the tape in the VCR and he couldn’t have hit the play button any quicker either.

It was only a few seconds between him hitting play and when Norman's car pulled into the driveway, but for Bobby those were the longest seconds ever, and even then, that’s not what he wanted to see. He knew that Norman was responsible for bringing Cassie back to his house. It was the next car that he was anxiously waiting to see cross the screen.

Then finally, the moment came. The second car whipped up to the house and as the man climbed out of the drivers side, Bobby’s jaw dropped.

Getting food took longer than expected, but now that Dean was finally home he felt himself becoming more relaxed. He couldn’t wait to go inside, share a good meal and tell you about their slam dunk. It’s been a long time since they’ve been able to close a murder case that fast and it seriously made his day.

Hearing the garage door close behind him, he enters the house and goes for the coffee table in the living room to set the bag of Chinese down.

“Babe!? I’m home!” he yells out when he sees you’re not on the main floor anywhere. Figuring you jumped in the shower before he got home, he glances up the stairs before moving towards the front door where he drops off his keys and wallet and then takes off his suit jacket.

“They had some of your favorite egg rolls so I grabbed a couple of them!” He continues talking as he climbs to the second floor. He hopes you’ll hear him coming so he won’t scare you in the process. “I also stopped and grabbed a bottle of wine! Thought that sounded like a good way to celebrate!”

His smile is literally from ear to ear as he enters the bedroom, but sadly it doesn’t stay that way. Because when he does enter the room he’s met with darkness. The bedroom light is off and as he moves further in, it’s clear that the bathroom is vacant as well.

“Y/N?” he turns, his eyes scanning the room as if you’re going to pop out and scare him. But nothing. It’s silent.

“Y/N!?” he calls out as he moves down the hall to your office and he even peeks into the spare bedroom. But again, nothing. There’s no sign of you upstairs.

“Babe!?” Rushing back down the stairs, his heart is now racing from fear. This wasn’t right and the more his mind tried to figure out what was going on, the more scared he got. “Y/N!” he runs into his office, even with nowhere to hide he searches top to bottom. Nothing.

Running back into the other room, he quickly enters the empty kitchen and that’s when bile begins to rise in his throat.

“Y/N?” he calls out weakly, his eyes darting around the house as he leaves the kitchen and enters the dining room. The living room is quiet, only the food sitting there waiting for him. He tries to take a few breaths before he pulls out his phone, but just as he’s about to call you something on the dining room table catches his eye.

His feet slowly take him towards the objects waiting for him. His heart is beating so fast that it feels as if it’s already broken a rib or two. He doesn’t even realize tears have filled his eyes until he stands over the table and a water droplet falls onto the ripped piece of paper in front of him.

Play Me

The words took up the little torn sheet and now shared the space with the tear that had fallen from his eye.

Dean swallows as he picks up the recorder, his recorder, and his thumb shakes as it hovers over the play button. But when it finally pushes it down, he has to fight to keep the contents in his stomach.

Detective

The voice is distorted, as if the atmosphere didn’t already feel like a horror movie.

We both know that I have something precious to you, so listen carefully.

Dean’s jaw locks, his body trembling as he listens to this horrible robotic voice.

If you contact any law enforcement including anyone at that station of yours, she dies. If you reach out to that lawyer brother of yours, she dies. If you do anything other than what I’m telling you to do….well, you don’t need me to go into specific details of what I’ll do to her. So, I hope you’re listening.

Dean screws his eyes shut, his fingernails digging into his palm as his hands clenched into fists. The thought of you in this guy's presence is unbearable. He can’t think straight let alone breathe.

Now, take the phone with you. I’m going to send you an address to where you are going to retrieve a tape. When you get it, I’ll send you another address. Dean glances down at the table, seeing a prepaid phone sitting next to the note.

If you come with any type of backup, wanted or unwanted, I’ll slit her throat. Understand?

I am watching you detective. So if you get any of those brilliant ideas of yours along the way, ask yourself, is it worth her life?

See you soon.

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justkending · 1 year ago

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Small announcement as we all wait patiently for my storytelling bones to revive after summer ended and I’ve gone back to teaching (it’s been dreadful btw, 8th graders are mean).

In between writing my new series coming up, I’ve been going back and rewriting an older series that needed some revamping! This first series is one I loved the concept of, but after reading through it, I was cringing horribly at how cliche and annoying I had written the main character. The story had a good basis, but lord, was I pulling from my limited knowledge of how to make a story intriguing and original.

With all that being said… I’ve gone through and re-wrote it! If you’ve read it in the past and liked it, see what you think on what a more well-seasoned🧂🧅🧄 author can do now ;)

If you haven’t read it yet, it’s ok. I started it again recently and had many epiphanies of my cringey pick-me-girl language I gave my lead… BUT it should be MUCH BETTER now!! And who knows, 3 years from now, I’ll be making it even better. For now, I’m happier with it than before.

I’m hoping to get the first 5 chapters released sometime this weekend after I do a final run-through, but this series should be posted in completion in a week.

Without further ado…. The Protection Program (An adaptation of an original series from 4 years ago.)

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spnexploration · 1 year ago

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Thoroughly enjoyed this series! Lots of twists and turns that had me second guessing everyone

Dazed and Confused

Summary: Dean Winchester grew up wanting to be a cop. When he gets kicked out of the police academy on a fluke though, he turns to a life of crime. After breaking up with Dean and seeing him committing a crime in the act, the reader becomes an officer herself and eventually a detective. Four years after that day, the reader is sent undercover to figure out what Dean is up to. Only she has no idea how far Dean is willing to go to keep her from finding out the truth…

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Word Count: 21K

Warnings: language, scary situations, violence, murder, etc.

A/N: Check out this Cop!AU on Ao3 or below! This series is complete.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

#fic recs #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester angst #cop au #detective au

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ellieslittleburrow · 9 months ago

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Masterlist 🌹🌹🌹

Hi there, welcome. I'm reposting the masterlist on my other account, rusty's lodge and adding the fics i wrote on this one as well.

enjoyyyy ��

MASTERLIST P.2

4am Masterlist

Writing conditions

Fandoms : Supernatural, Walker, The society, Hannibal, Peaky blinders, Sherlock Holmes, The Punisher, The Witcher, and many more!

Open to requests from other tv shows i might've watched, so request away 🖤🖤

Supernatural :

One shots :

Sam and dean and John

Coming home late..doesn't keep Dean okay P1.(Angsty Dean x sister reader)

Coming home late..doesn't keep Dean okay P2.(Angsty Dean x sister reader)

Arguing siblings(Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Graduation (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Broken heart (Dean x sister reader)

Cakepops (Dean x sister reader)

Motorcycle accident (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Tummy ache (Fluffy Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Arrested (Angsty Sam x sister reader)

Distant(Sam x sister reader)

The best dad (Sam x daughter reader)

Heartbroken (Sam/dean x sister reader)

I'll do it for you (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Sleep paralysis...Part1(Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Witchcraft (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Fun evening...Part 2(Angsty Dean x sister reader)

Fun evening..Part 1(Fluffy Dean x sister reader)

Social anxiety (Dean/Sam x sister reader)

Eating disorder part 1 (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

ED part 2, Dean(Dean x sister reader)

ED part 2, Sam (Sam x sister reader)

Periods (Dean/Sam x sister reader)

Staining the Winchester car (John x daughter reader)

Hungover Dean ( Fluffy Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Non-binary little winchester(Sam/Dean x sibling reader)

Dean realizes his sister’s lesbian( Dean x lesbian sister reader)

Forever love you, no matter what(Sam/Dean x lesbian sister)

I'm here now, kid (Dean winchester x daughter!reader)

Too young to go on hunts(Sam/Dean/Bobby x sister reader)

Sick (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Pretty girl (Sam/Dean x young sister reader)

psychic abilities (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Homeschooled Part 1 (Sam/sister reader)

Homeschooled Part 2 (Sam/sister reader)

Sir mister judge (Dean x sister reader)

Bites pt1 (angst Dean winchester x daughter reader)

Bites pt2 (fluffy Dean winchester x daughter reader)

The hairdresser (Sam x young daughter reader)

Short hair (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Panicky..(Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Hurtin' kid.(Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Family breakup. (Angst Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Sentimental sister (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

What's that you're wearing?(Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Siblings : sleepover (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Siblings : periods (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Singer sister meets Dean after a long time apart(Dean/Sam x sister reader)

Other characters :

The little secret (Castiel x reader)

I promised i’d keep you safe and i broke that promise(Platonic jack x sister reader)

Savior castiel (platonic castielx sister reader)

Charlie's girlfriend (Romantic fluff charlie x sister reader)

Siblings (Dean/Sam Winchester x sister!reader)

Christmas time (Dean winchester x sister!reader)

Motorcycle accident (Dean/Sam winchester x sister!reader)

Protective John(John Winchester x daughter!reader)

Texts 📱 :

Sam and Dean :

Are you sure you’re feeling better ? (Sam x sick sister reader)

Prank time. (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Night terrors (Dean x sister reader)

I crashed baby...(Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Other characters :

Blackmail Part 1(Claire novak x winchester sister reader)

Blackmail Part 2 (Claire novak x winchester sister reader)

I will never leave (Jensen Ackles/ Danneel Ackles x daughter!reader)

Hannibal :

Poor behaviour Pt1 (hannibal x daughter reader)

Poor behaviour Pt2

It is but a little cold. (Fluff Hannibal x daughter reader)

Anger issues (Hannibal x daughter reader)

Protective family(AU Sherlock Holmes/Hannibal Lecter x daughter/sister!reader)

Peaky Blinders :

Final night in Soho (shelby brothers x sister)

Sherlock Holmes :

His ward. (Sherlock Holmes x sister reader)

His ward. PT2, choice 1

His ward. PT2, choice 2

The detectives (Sherlock/Enola holmes x sister!reader)

Big Sky :

Hurt but safe.(Beau Arlen x daughter!reader)

The Last Of Us :

A father like no other (Joel Miller x daughter!reader)

From stranger to father..(Joel miller x daughter!reader)

Fainter reader(Joel miller x daughter!reader/Ellie x sister!reader)

Home late(Joel miller x daughter!reader)

The witcher :

Geralt headcanons (Geralt x daughter!reader)

Top Gun Maverick :

Balls of fire (Rooster Bradshaw x sister!reader)

Elvis :

I own you. (Smut Elvis Presley x girlfriend!reader)

Classic case of jealousy (Elvis Presley x girlfriend!reader)

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queen-of-deans-booty · 11 months ago

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Your Savior

Pairing: Cop!Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: angst, being taken hostage at gunpoint, fearful of your life

Request by @jessicalynnann: What about cop/detective dean and him and the reader are in an established relationship and she owns a cute little bakery… well what if something happens like she gets attacked but doesn’t tell him and he finds out and is upset but comforts her…

Summary: You have a little bakery that is your pride and joy and a boyfriend on the police force who you're so proud of. He doesn't have a lot of dangerous cases until one day, three gunmen decide to take a bank hostage. A bank that is a couple of blocks from your bakery.

Square Filled: criminal au (2022) for @spnaubingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

You have to bake two dozen cupcakes, a two-tier cake, and a half dozen cookies before the end of the day and you’re working as hard as you can to get that done. You have flour on your apron and face, quiet music is playing from your speaker, and you have your hands elbow-deep in a bowl of batter.

The bell on the front door rings signalling someone walked into your bakery store, and you try to peek out of the room to see who it is.

“I’ll be right with you!” you call out. “Give me one minute!” The person doesn’t wait for you to come out to them so they walk into the kitchen. You’re about to yell at them when you see who it is. “Dean!”

“Hey, sweetheart,” he grins.

Dean is a respected cop that everyone knows. He has been on the force since eighteen, and he’s only gone up from there. He walks behind the counter and kisses you even though some of the flour gets on his face.

“What are you doing here?”

“What, I can’t stop by my girlfriend’s bakery?” You raise an eyebrow at him and he laughs. “No, I just wanted to say hi on my break.”

“Hi,” you smile. “Today has been hectic and I haven’t been open for nearly an hour. I just got this big order in for a birthday party this weekend. I’m trying to get as much as I can done so I don’t have to do it later.”

“Where’s Maria?”

“Coming in late. She has a sick kid at home, and her husband won’t be able to pick him up until after ten.”

“I was going to take you out for lunch but I can come here.”

“No, Maria can hold down the fort for an hour. I’d love to go out to lunch with you.”

“Okay.” He grabs one of the fresh muffins you made and takes out a ten dollar bill which he sets on the counter. “I’ll be back at twelve.”

“Hey, I don’t need your money.”

“It’s stealing. I’m a cop. I uphold the law,” he grins. He leans down and kisses you. “I love you.”

“I love you, too!”

Right before Maria shows up, your bakery filled with customers who are hungry for your sweets. With her at the register, you can focus on the big order which you’re almost done making the batter for. This whole bakery idea is all because of Dean. When you two were in high school, he encouraged you to continue bake. The school held a bunch of bake-offs which you participated in, and everyone fell in love with your food.

Starting junior year of high school, you started selling your baked goods for cheap until you got orders from practically everyone. His family owned a section of a building in the mall for their seasonal work, so they let you use it when they weren't. When Dean became a cop, you made cookies and cupcakes for all the officers in the office.

Being a cop is something you wished Dean didn’t pursue because it’s a very dangerous job, and you’re always worried that he’s not going to come home. He’s mostly a beat cop who does a lot of desk work and will occasionally do the big things like drug busts and hostage situations but those are far in between.

You don’t like it but you know he’s the best person for the job. He’s determined, he loves helping people who can’t help themselves, and he has a passion for the job. Just like you.

Noon comes faster than you think it does, and you start to clean your work space so that when you return from lunch, you can start with a clean area. Dean walks in through the front door just as you’re finishing up.

“Y/N, Dean is here,” Maria calls from the front.

“Coming!” You put the dirty rags in the small hamper and take off your dirty apron. There is some flour on your clothes but not enough to cause you to not go out in public. That’s the reality of being a baker. You have flour on everything you wear. “Where are we going?”

“Razzio’s.”

“Italian food. Yum,” you giggle. “I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Have fun!” Maria smiles.

Razzio’s is located in the same block as your bakery so you two walk over there. The owner knows Dean from when he stopped a robbery fromt aking place, so now he gets free meals and discounts when he comes in. Dean still pays full price for the food even though Razzio doesn’t always take it.

“Dean! Welcome in!” Razzio greets.

“Hey, Raz. Got a table for me?”

“Of course. Window okay?”

“Perfect.”

Dean likes to try everything on the menu so he has Razzio cook him up something new every week without ordering, and every week, you end up loving what he brings to the table. It’s not unusual for Razzio not to lay menus down for you.

“So, I was thinking this weekend, we can take some time off,” Dean says.

“Like a getaway?”

“Yeah. My family has a cabin up north that I’d love to take you to.”

“It will be nice to relax instead of worrying about what orders I need to prepare for next week.”

“See? Win-win.”

“You’re a dork,” you giggle and kiss him.

Razzio is perfect like always, and you walked away with a free meal. What Razzio doesn’t take, Dean leaves as a tip for him. You walk back to your bakery hand-in-hand with a full stomach and a happy heart. You reach his police car when the radio he has strapped to his shoulder crackles to life.

“Unit 27, I got a 10-31 in progress. All three subjects appear to be armed. Please respond.”

10-31. You’ve been with Dean long enough to know that it’s a robbery. Subjects being armed means they have guns.

Dean grabs the small radio and presses the button to respond back.

“Unit 27 responding.” He turns to you. “I gotta go.”

“Please be careful.”

“Always,” he winks.

He kisses you goodbye and hops into his police cruiser. You watch him peel out of the parking lot before going back inside. It seems like not a lot of people have come in while you were gone so nothing bad happened. You resume your baking in the kitchen and slide in two batches of cupcakes into the oven when the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

Something isn’t right.

You walk carefully to the closed kitchen door and peer out of the small window to see three men with big guns inside the store. Maria and the other customers huddle together in fear. Are these the three subjects the same ones that the dispatcher was warning Dean about? How did they escape? Why did they come here? Are they looking to steal some food?

You take your phone out and dial Dean’s personal cell and place it to your ear. Pick up, Dean, pick up. Come on, pick up. You get his voicemail because he’s probably busy with the situation he got called away on.

“Dean, I need you here. There are three men with big guns in the bakery. Please hurry. They might be--”

“Hey!”

You look up and lock eyes with one of the suspects. You quickly hang up and duck down but he has already seen you. The man storms into the kitchen and grabs your arm tightly. You’re thrown off balance that your phone is dropped when he drags you out where everyone else is. You don’t struggle to get away in fear of being shot and let them tie you up.

“Are you the owner?” the leader asks. You nod because you have tape over your mouth. “Where’s the money?” You shake your head and he cocks his weapon. “Where’s the fucking money?!”

You mumble something underneath the tape, and one of the them rips it off you.

“Fuck,” you hiss at the pain. “I don’t have a lot of money. You’re wasting your time here.”

“No, you see, I know you have money. I see you leave this store every day with a bag full of it. Where is it?”

“Not here.”

Like hell you’re going to tell them there is a big safe hidden behind a picture frame in the abc with a bunch of cash stored there. You have most of the cash in the bank but you keep a chunk of it here for emergencies only. You’re not going to give them your hard earned money.

“Okay.” The leader points his gun at you and Maria cries where she sits. “You have until the count of three to tell me where the money is or I blow your fucking head off. Deal?”

The fear has sunk in and you start crying not only for you but for everyone else here. MAria is such a good mother and wife, she doesn’t deserve to be killed. Every customer in here has a life, someone they go home to. You cna’t do that to them. You have no idea if Dean got your message so you can’t rely on him to be here and save you.

“One.”

You look up to answer when you spot someone moving behind him. You look and see Dean’s beautiful green eyes looking into yours. He has four other cops with him that snuck in through the back.

“Two.”

He puts a finger to his mouth to tell you to keep quiet, and you look back at the man who is threatening you with a gun.

“Thr--”

“Wait! I’ll tell you!” you gasp.

“I’m waiting.”

“Okay. If I tell you, you let them go. They have nothing to do with this,” you gesture to the other hostages.

“We’ll see. Where’s the fucking money?”

You look behind the three gunmen and notice Dean and the other cops come out quietly with their guns out.

“Right behind you.”

The leader turns right into the barrel of Dean’s gun. He goes to raise his own to fight but notices the other four cops with guns on them. They are outnumbered and they don’t want to die.

“Man, you three were hard to catch. Why’d you come here?” Dean chuckles. “Lower your weapons. All of you. Turn around with hands behind your backs.”

The three men do as they’re told, and three officers put them in handcuffs. Another ones goes over to the hostages and starts to get the out of their ties while Dean rushes over to you.

“Oh, my God, Dean,” you cry.

“I’m right here, baby. You’re okay. You’re safe now.” Once free, you get up and run into his arms. You break down crying and he smoothes down your hair in comfort. “I’m right here. You’re okay now.”

One of the cops calls for backup so that the gunmen are taken away in three separate cars. Paramedics come to check everyone out, and the money that the gunmen took is being processed to return back to its owners.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Dean asks.

“Yeah. They didn’t hurt us. Well, one of them grabbed my arm hard but I don’t think it’s enough to form a bruise. I didn’t think you got my message. I didn’t think you were coming.”

“I will always come. I will always be here to protect you,” he promises.

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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 4 months ago

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Ties That Bind - Part 9.5: Rewarded

Characters: (AU: first names are as in the show renaming a few last names to fit my story): Reader (Y/N Harvelle), Detective Dean Winchester, Claire Stanford (mentioned)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Smutty smut.

Word Count: 900ish

A/N: Thanks to @blacktithe7 for betaing and helping me rework this series.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

MASTERPOST

Dean hadn’t expected the lights to still be on, when he got back to her place that night. The interrogation and booking of Claire’s parents had taken the better part of the afternoon, and the paperwork took most of the evening. Y/N had had a long day too. With the funeral, followed by an evening shift at work, he had surely expected her to be asleep by the time he got to her house.

Dean walked into the hallway, but had barely gotten through the door before she was in his arms. Almost knocking him on his ass, taking him completely by surprise. She kissed him deeply and passionately as she rubbed her body against his. Instantly making Dean rock hard and aching for her. His hands wandered down her body and cupped her ass, readying to hoist her into the air, but she broke free of him before he could, leaving him out of breath and confused.

“Not tonight, Dean. This is about you.” She spoke slowly in a low seductive tone that went straight to his cock while she worked on his belt and zipper.

“Y/N…” His breath caught in his throat as he reached out for her. Running his hands over her arms, stopping her before she could get on her knees. “You don’t have to do this sweetheart.” He wanted her too. Fuck, did he want her too; to feel her wet, hot mouth wrapped around him, but he also did not want her to feel like she owed him anything. She just smiled at him, standing on her tiptoes to press her lips to his in a searing kiss that practically made his head spin.

“I want too. Let me?” She ran her hand down his chest, over his stomach to the bugle in his boxers, cupping his rock hard length through the material. His let out a slight hiss at the sudden contact, and he couldn’t help but nod. How could he resist her? How could he ever resist her? She was driving him crazy, and he never wanted her to stop.

She smiled at him and bit her lips as she lowered herself down to her knees in front of him, licking her lips as she pulled his pants, along with his boxers, down to his ankles, letting his cock spring free to stand proud an inch from her face. She looked at him like he was a treat she had denied herself forever and was only now allowed to devour.

Still, she ignored his throbbing erection, kissing and licking his thighs, lightly brushing her cheek against the side of his cock every time she moved, making him more and more desperate.

“Y/N… please.” His hands tangled in her hair. Not pushing nor guiding, just simply needing to feel her. She pulled back a little, looking up at him with those beautiful big Y/E/C eyes of hers.

“Do you want me to touch you, Dean?” She sounded so innocent he couldn’t help but smirk.

“Fuck yes. Do whatever you want to me,” Dean breathed wantonly, hoping what she wanted was to suck him down like he was candy.

His breath hitched as he watched her slowly lick her palm before she wrapped her hand around his shaft. Barely able to close it around him, she started jerking him off. Slowly. Her eyes never leaving his.

His head fell back against the wall, and he let out a needy groan as her tongue gingerly teased the head of his cock.

Her lips felt soft and warm against his skin. Her tongue, hot and wet, teasing him, darting into his slit over and over, making him moan in pleasure as his hand once again found his way to her hair.

He watched her eyes sparkle at him as her tongue traveled up the thick vein on the underside of his cock, making his hips involuntarily buck in anticipation. His breath getting heavier and heavier. How could he be this lucky? She was fucking perfect. And she was right here with him. On her knees. Wanting him every bit as much as he wanted her.

Then suddenly and without warning she took him into her mouth; all the way down. Her nose pressed against his lower abdomen, and Dean’s hips jerked against her of their own volition making, her choke and swallow around him before slowly pulling back. Her tongue running soft and smooth along the vein of his cock, leaving him wet and glistening with her saliva.

Her teeth gently ran over his tip, making him groan loudly, digging his hand into her hair even deeper.

“Jesus… fuck… Y/N.”

She began bobbing her head up and down, taking him down all the way, humming against him in contentment, twirling her tongue over his slit and driving him wild. He had to use every ounce of self control he possessed to prevent him from not grabbing her head and holding her still as he fucked that flawless mouth of hers.

“Y/N… I’m gonna… I can’t…” Dean tried to warn her, but she didn’t stop. Instead, she increased her pace, sucking him down harder, and Dean exploded into to the wet heat of her mouth. She swallowed every last drop, licking him clean, before she allowed him to pull her back on her feet into a bruising kiss.

He could taste himself on her tongue, and somehow that turned him on even more. Her warm soft body pressed against him prevented him from going entirely soft, and he spun her around, pressing her against the wall, attaching his lips to her neck and sucking down on the spot that never failed to make her arch into him.

“Tonight I am gonna make you scream,” he whispered into her ear, his voice drawing a soft moan from her lips. He knew she believed him, and be damned if he wasn’t going to keep his word.

Dean Tag Team

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deanwanddamons · 1 year ago

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Writing Pattern Game

I was tagged by @zepskies and @kaleldobrev ♥️

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

First Lines

Love to Hate You - Soldier Boy x F Supe!Reader.

‘His strength was phenomenal’

Undercover- Prologue - Detective Dean AU

Dean had woken with a start. A sheen of sweat covered his body, his limbs tangled in the sheets.

Undercover - Chapter One - Detective Dean AU

Dean walked through the winding streets of Pasadena, Los Angeles, making his way towards the precinct where he would now be working.

Undercover - Chapter Two - Detective Dean AU

Dean and Benny entered the abandoned warehouse, their Glock 19’s drawn, the flashlights that were tucked up beside the muzzle providing only a small amount of illumination through the dense shadows.

Invisible - Dean x F!Reader (eventual)

Y/N was Bobby’s niece.

Who Ya Gonna Call? - Jensen Ackles x Makeup Artist Reader

“You're going where?” Y/N asked, lightly brushing her thumb over Jensen's skin in order to blend the foundation she was applying to his face.

Right In Front Of Your Eyes - Barista!Dean x Barista!Reader

“How about this photo?”

Down on Dean - Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Hearing the distinct slam of the Impala’s door, Y/N was excited that her boyfriend, Dean, was home from his most recent hunt. She had been waiting in the crow's nest for him, bouncing on the balls of her feet impatiently, knowing what she had planned.

The Sheriff and the Painted Lady - Cowboy!Dean x F!Reader (Kind of)

Y/N stared at her reflection in the mirror. How had her life ended up like this?

No One Will Notice - Demon!Dean Winchester x Y/N

You hoped he would be back. The devilishly handsome man who, when you had first met him, had scared the hell out of you.

Patterns

Personally, I haven’t really noticed any patterns. Sometimes I start with dialogue, other times it’s descriptive 🤷🏻‍♀️

If anyone else notices something I don't, please point it out to me! ❤️

No pressure tags: @waywardbaby @iprobablyshipit91 @waynes-multiverse @wayward-dreamer @justagirlinafandomworld @princessmisery666 @pink-sparkly-witch @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior and anyone else who wants to join in.

#first line game #first lines

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nicksalchemy1 · 9 months ago

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Mientras Respiro, Espero Series Character Introduction

For my series which includes Firefighter AU Dean Winchester x Nurse!Plus-Size!Mexican!Reader, there’s a list of important characters. Here’s a brief description so you know what does what and have a little context for each character.

Mary Winchester. Head of Neurosurgery, 57 years old. I promise, she’s not a pain in my story. She will be rewritten to be a better mom than how she is canonically.

John Winchester. Detective of Lawerence Police Department, also 57. As said for Mary, they will both be written differently than how they are canonically.

Bobby Singer. Fire Chief of Station 6 LFD. 61. Bobby is Bobby.

Rufus Turner, Bobby’s best friend. Fire Captain and Assistant chief of Station 6 LFD. 63. Rufus is Rufus.

Benny Lafitte. Battalion chief and Driver engineer. 32. Benny is one of Dean’s closest friends.

Castiel ‘Cas’ Novak. Fire Commissioner. 29. Dean’s best friend.

Jenny Hoyt. (😉) Divisional Officer and Fire Engineer. 30. Big Sky fans will recognize Jenny and I decided to bring her in. She’s not afraid to be sassy and has a fire in her.

Sam Winchester. Works ADA. 27. Sammy finally has his dream of protecting people without monsters.

Charlie Bradbury. Surgical intern. 26. Your best friend at the hospital. She’s quirky and also the next Einstein. 😜

Dean Winchester. Lieutenant. 31. Your lovely grumpy man. 💗

All these characters and this whole series is inspired by @zepskies own series, check it out!

If you guys have any more questions, feel free to ask. 😊

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detective-writes · 2 years ago

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Introduction and (future) Masterpost!

Hello! My name is Rayx and I decided to revamp a dead sideblog to be something I wanted to try! Here you will find writing but it'll be from requests (either sent in the inbox or DMs)! I will have anon on in but it will be turned off if y'all don't behave.

What I will write, what fandoms I write for, and what I won't write for is under the cut!

Brief DNI: TERFs, H//rry P//tter fans, bigots, prosh//ppers,

Fandoms I'll write for:

Star Wars (The Clone Wars TV show, The OG trilogy, and the recent movies mostly. I have yet to watch the prequels and haven't finished other media.)

Sherlock (Doyle's, Elementary and BBC's mostly.)

Hitman 2016

Hannibal

Fablehaven

Lockwood & CO

Heavy Rain

Red Dead Redemption

Undertale (and any AUs that aren't NSFW)

Supernatural (I haven't watched the finale so please don't spoil anything)

Ace Attorney

Detroit Become Human

Venom (I haven't watched the second movie yet)

Legend of Zelda (I haven't played/watched Tears of the Kingdom)

My Hero Academia (I didn't watch all of it but I watched enough to get an understanding of characters)

Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Egos (is that still the term?)

AFK Arena

More to be added

Fandoms I might write for:

Danganronpa (I've only watched gameplay of THH though)

Attack on Titan

Death Note

Gravity Falls (I'm on the last season but haven't finished)

Rick and Morty

Scooby Doo

Love, Nikki

Slashers (it's under a 'maybe' because I'm not too confident in writing the slashers well but willing to try!)

Cookie Run

What I can write:

Character x Character

Character x Reader

Character Headcanons

Ship Headcanons

X Reader Headcanons

Hurt/Comfort

Fluff

Angst

AUs

Specific Tropes (enemies to lovers, "there's only one bed", etc)

What I won't write:

NSFW (I have a sideblog [ @detective4sideblog ] where I share my NSFW writing and do take requests. This is going to be a SFW blog.)

Inc//stous Pairings (*looks at SWs Clones in specific)

Adult Character x Underage Character

V//re

Over-the-top violence

Anything relating to self harm

Abusive Relationships (even if it's on par for the pairing, I do not feel comfortable writing that)

Ships I Will Write:

Note: Feel free to ask about any I did not list!

Star Wars:

Codywan (Obi Wan/Cody)

Rexwalker (Anakin/Rex)

Padtine (Satine/Padmé)

Obitine (Satine/Obi Wan)

Anakin/Rex/Padmé

Obi Wan/Satine/Cody

Ploit (Plo Koon/Kit Fisto)

Skysolo (Han Solo/Luke Skywalker)

Finpoe (Poe/Finn)

Poe/Rey/Finn

Most other ships you can think of from SWs, feel free to shoot an ask to make sure!

Sherlock:

Mormor (Sebastian Moran/Jim Moriarty)

Johniarty (John Watson/Jim Moriarty)

Johnastian (John Watson/Sebastian Moran)

Mollrene (Irene Adler/Molly Hooper)

Hooperan (Sebastian Moran/Molly Hooper)

Specifically Victorian Johnlock (John Watson/Sherlock Holmes)

I think that covers everything, though there's others but regardless.

Hitman:

Dianseven (Agent 47/Diana Burnwood)

Hannibal:

Hannigram (Hannibal Lector/Will Graham)

I don't know any other Hannibal ships but feel free to inform me, I'll gladly write for 'em :)

Lockwood & CO:

Locklyle (Anthony Lockwood/Lucy Carlyle)

George/Lucy/Lockwood (is this a ship? Either way, listing it)

Heavy Rain

Jars (Norman Jayden/Ethan Mars)

I might write for Norman/Blake if I like the prompt enough but they aren't my cup of tea. Same goes for Ethan/Madison.

Ethan/Grace (*shrugs*)

RDR

Vandermatthews (Dutch Van Der Linde/Hosea Matthews)

Arthur Morgan/Kiran Duffy (I can't remember their ship name atm)

Charles/Arthur Morgan (I can't remember the shipname again)

Most other pairings you can think of that don't break my "won't write" list :)

Undertale

Sansby (Sans/Grillby)

Burger Guy/Nice Cream Guy

Papyton (Papyrus/Mettaton)

Undyne/Alphys

Soriel (Sans/Toriel)

SPN

Destiel (Castiel/Dean Winchester)

Sabriel (Gabriel/Sam Winchester)

Bobby/Crowley

Like I said, I haven't watched the finale...or much past season 5 or 6 so...yeah.

Ace Attorney

Wrightworth (Phoenix Wright/Miles Edgeworth)

Detective Gumshoe/Phoenix Wright

Maya Fey/Franziska von Karma

Larry Butz/Phoenix Wright

DBH

Reed900 (Gavin Reed/RK-900)

Hankcon (Hank Anderson/Connor)

Markus/Simon

North/Markus

North/Markus/Simon

Venom

The obvious canon Venom/Eddie Brock

LoZ

Zelink (Zelda/Link)

Sidlink (Prince Sidon/Link)

Mipha/Link

Mipha/Zelda

Link/Sheik

Midlink (Midna/Link)

Midna/Zelda

MHA

Honestly anything BUT Midoriya/Bakugo.

Egos

Darkstache (Wilford Warfstache/Darkiplier)

Antiaverage (Antisepticeye/Chase Brody)

Anti/Marvin the Magnificent

Chase Brody/Marvin

Schneeplbro (Doctor Schneeplestein/Chase Brody)

Googleplier/Chase Brody

There's more but I'm forgetting them 😭

AFK Arena

Thane/Baden

Treznor/Nevanthi

Idk any other ships so feel free to request

Masterpost:

Will be updated in the future :)

#pinned post #masterpost #writing blog #writingblr #fandom writing blog #requests open #writing sideblog

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thelibrarylesstrektraveled · 2 years ago

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Practically Magic Chapter One - Homecoming

Summary:

Growing up in the same tiny mountain town, Y/N Owens and Dean Winchester despised each other. The only thing they ever agreed on was their need to escape. Life took them in opposite directions and neither of them ever looked back.

So, when their paths cross over a series of gruesome murders in their hometown it was no surprise that old friction heated up again.

Dean never dreamed he’d be teaming up with a psychic, the FBI frowned on that sort of thing, but he was desperate. When that psychic turned out to be Y/N Owens, Dean knew two things for sure. One, Y/N was the real deal and two, he was in real trouble.

Pairing: Agent!Dean x Psychic!Reader, Dean x Reader, AU Dean x You

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Bobby Singer

Warnings: Slow Burn, Serial Killer Elements, Witches, Haters to Lovers, Claustrophobic Elements, Murder Scenes

Author’s Notes: This is an AU taking elements from the film Practical Magic and applying them to a fictional world where Dean Winchester is an FBI Agent. You will find parallels from that movie here, some quotes and other elements that capture the essence of the world of the Owens Witches. Hopefully!

Additional Author’s Notes: This is a unique reader insert story as I have given the reader a physical description including hair color, eye color and body type.

Additional Additional Author’s Notes: This was originally all one chapter and then I realized how long it was so you get two chapters posting at once! Call it an early Halloween present! Thank you all for your enthusiasm in anticipation of this story, hope you love it!

Chapter One: Homecoming

Word Count: 2697

Masterlist Practically Magic Masterlist

“My darling girl, when are you going to understand that being normal is not necessarily a virtue? It rather denotes a lack of courage.” – Aunt Francis Owens, Practical Magic

Home. You were going home. After nearly eighteen months on a book tour that hit every state in the union and another twelve in L.A. working the film adaptation, Y/N Owens was going home.

The Witch in the Well had been a labor of love. A twisted fairy tale that was more than a little autobiographical. It shot to the top the New York Times best seller list and stayed there for a year. Like a comet streaking across the heavens, it came out of nowhere and took the world by storm. There were whispers early on calling you the next J.K. Rowling. Frankly, that was a can of worms on far too many levels. All you wanted to do was write, tell stories. To have enough success to pay your rent and buy a new pair of boots.

Your publicist had never seen anything like it. Everything was a green light. You were King Midas, everything you touched turned to gold. Unbelievable good luck. One in a million. A lightning strike! You had your suspicions that your family had used their collective mystical influence to tip the scales of the universe in your favor. Of course, you had no real proof. They were far too crafty to leave any sort of detectable evidence.

When you pressed the issue with your grandmother over a bottle of apple wine, she gave you the only confirmation you’d ever get.

Bah! People pray morning, noon, and night for the tiniest thing! Pray to make a yellow light. Pray the football team wins the big game. Pray the wife doesn’t notice the lipstick on the husband’s collar. Your book is brilliant and bound to be a success. It was only a matter of the right people seeing it. Call it luck if it suits you, but the universe has a way of balancing itself. After all this time, I’d say you were due for a bit of the good stuff.

Good stuff indeed! One minute you were renting a room above a garage in Portland, tending bar at night while you wrote during the day. The next you were checking your luggage on a first-class flight bound for New York. You had interviews on the morning shows and meetings with Hollywood executives in five-star restaurants. Five minutes of fame turned into a full-blown career that was not showing any sign of slowing down.

Of course, you’d never been any damn good at slowing down anyway.

A smile curved your lips as your foot pressed the accelerator. The Italian sportscar increased its already impressive speed, smooth as silk as it hugged the sharp curves of the narrow, mountain road. Blood red with leather seats, state of the art sound system, and a ridiculous amount of horsepower. Sex on wheels, it was purely to show off and you knew it. Going home was never easy for you. It meant facing reminders of a difficult childhood.

When your publicist suggested using your hometown as the location to launch the release of your second book, you immediately refused. It was tiny, remote, and no place you ever wanted to go back to. Unfortunately, you used it as the setting for your story. It put Silverton on the map in a big way. With the excitement already buzzing around the movie, it made good business sense to have a big bash for the next installment right where is all started. So, you relented. But you’d be damned if you were going to slink back quietly. Go big or go home. In this case, both.

You were too deep into Pink’s latest album to notice the blue and red flashing lights in your review. It took the sirens sounding to finally catch your attention. “Fuck,” you muttered, noting your speed at well over 100 mph. You quickly slowed down and pulled over to the side of the road. A simple charm for luck with the law passed your lips as you reached into the glove box and rolled down the window.

“Ma’am, do you have a valid reason for driving fifty over the speed limit?”

The registration and insurance papers kept sliding away from your fingertips. “Damn it,” you cursed, stretching further into the car. “Sorry, officer… this is a new car and I’m not really used to it.”

“Yeah, we don’t get many Maserati’s…. Y/N?”

You whipped your head around at the sound of your name in the pleasing baritone voice. The sheriff’s uniform and mirrored aviators suited him. No longer the boy you grew up with, still you’d recognize him anywhere, “Holy shit… Sam?”

He removed his sunglasses and smiled that lopsided smile that was oh so familiar. “Y/N Owens. It’s been a long time.”

“It’s been a lifetime.” You gave him an appraising once over. You had to admit, the years had been good to him. The Sam you remembered was a lanky, shaggy haired, over-grown puppy dog. A bit of a goofball but top of the class smart, and sweet as could be.

That first day of grade school, when everyone else avoided you like the plague, Sam came right up to you. Unbothered by the rumors that swirled around your family since before you were born.

“Hi, is it okay if I sit here?”

You looked up from your untouched lunch and saw a boy from your class standing beside you with a tray in his hands. You were completely alone. All of the other kids had clustered together on the other side of the cafeteria. Even the tables surrounding yours were empty. You were used to it and learned to be content with your own company. But being used to it didn’t make it easy.

“Hey, Sam! Over here!” A group of boys called to him, but he didn’t acknowledge them. He just kept smiling expectedly at you.

You always had a little trouble making friends. You seemed to say the wrong thing all the time. You’d blurt out secrets having no idea they were never meant to be uttered. Gran called it your gift, but it didn’t feel like one.

But Sam seemed different, felt different. He felt kind. When he smiled his eyes smiled too.

You shrugged, turning your attention back to the well-worn book in your lap. “Sure.”

“What are you reading?”

You held up the cover for him to see. It was one of the Chronicles of Narnia series.

Sam dug into his mac and cheese, “Cool! That’s a good one. Voyage of the Dawn Treader is my favorite, though.”

Your eyes widened. You were an advanced reader for your age, most of your classmates hadn’t even heard of those books let alone read them. “Mine too! I’ve read it like ten times!”

He grinned at you, “I’m Sam, by the way. Sam Winchester.”

You smiled back, a genuine smile for the first time that day. “Y/N Owens.”

“Sam Winchester turned Johnny Lawman. You look good kid; the badge works for you.”

“Kid.” Sam repeated with a smirk, “We’re the same age, Y/N. Although I’d say time’s been better to you. I found three gray hairs this month.”

“You poor bastard.”

“Seriously Y/N, this car,” he ran his hand over the open window, “The book selling business must be booming.”

“It is, but don’t be too impressed. It’s a rental,” you confessed. “A bribe actually, from one of the studios vying for the production rights.”

Sam whistled, “Life in the fast lane, huh?”

“Something like that. Figured what the hell, if I had to go home, may as well be in style. Besides, I only have it for a few days. The dealership in Denver is picking it up at the end of the week.”

“So, you’re staying for a while?” Sam couldn’t help sounding hopeful. “I was surprised when Viv said you were having your release party in Silverton. I didn’t think you’d come back, like ever.”

You weren’t sure how to answer. Sam was right, you never intended to come back. But now that you were just a few miles away from home, you felt a pull you hadn’t expected. The closer you got, the stronger it got. Something down deep was saying you were right where you needed to be.

“There’s just no telling what the future will bring.”

Sam chuckled, “Yeah okay, well you keep this beauty under eighty or your future is going to include a hefty speeding ticket.”

You winked, “No promises.”

He patted the roof of your car and put his sunglasses back on as he straightened to his impressive height. “Welcome home, Y/N.”

Silverton, Colorado. A bustling mining town when the west was wild, now little more than a brief stop on the tourist trail. A collection of historic store fronts lined main street. Largely unchanged from the day you left, except for the miraculous addition of the upscale bar in the Hotel Baker. Smack in the middle of everything stood The Compendium.

The ornate, two-story building once housed the general store and had been in your family since Silverton was first settled. Generations of Owens’ had provided the community with everything from dry goods to ammunition, usually with a bit of mystical advice on the side. Not all that different from today. When your grandmother, Vivienne took it over she moved the magic out of the shadows and put it front and center.

Hells bells, everyone knows what we are anyway! Time to come out of the broom closet!

Gran’s motto was if you couldn’t find what you were looking for in her store, it probably wasn’t worth finding in the first place. Which is how an eclectic shop like hers was able to draw customers from five states over. Gran was a finder; it was her gift. Misplaced car keys, missing estate documents, lost loves. You need something impossible? Odds were Viv Owens had it in her back room.

You checked your reflection briefly in the front display window, your eye catching a huge poster advertising a book signing and launch party. A blown-up picture of you from the dust jacket of the book stared back. Your nose wrinkled. You’d spent most of your life in this town trying to go unnoticed, now you were about to step into the biggest spotlight Silverton had ever seen.

Determined to play your part, you squared your shoulders and pulled open the leaded glass door. The place was packed. Just like the rest of downtown, there were people everywhere. Not even the Winter Festival brought this many strangers to town. Your publicist was right, this was going to be big.

You wove your way through the crowd, noting the impressive display of The Witch in the Well booksin the middle of the main floor. It fit right in with the rest of Gran’s inventory of altar tools and curios. It smelled the same, dusty books and candle wax. It felt the same.

One of Gran’s many cats stopped grooming itself to peer at you. It’s bright, amber eyes gleaming against thick, black fur. With the indifference of bored royalty, it flicked it’s tail and sauntered off towards the back of the shop. You followed.

“The cards said you’d be along today.”

“So did the itinerary I sent you,” You replied, stepping through the velvet curtains that hid the entrance to your grandmother’s office. The massive, white dog that was stationed at her feet came up to greet you. You rubbed behind her ears affectionately,

“And I texted you this morning.”

She kept her silver head bent over the ledger, entering numbers long-hand, as she plucked up a tarot card and held it up for your inspection.

Daughter of Swords. Truth and courage.

“Fair enough.”

Viv snorted and shut the ledger with a definitive snap. “I like the red,” she said, waving a hand at you, “That color always suited you.”

You ran a hand through your newly cut and colored locks. You never liked the way you looked. Your hair was a mousy cross between blonde and brown. Your short frame always seemed to carry extra pounds and your dark eyes made you look more serious than you were.

When the L.A. stylist asked you what you wanted her to do, you gave her free rein.

“Anything, just not this.”

“Let’s try this again, Sweetness. How do you want to feel?”

You stared at your reflection, determined that it would never be the same. “Strong.”

She cut your hair short, very short. Leaving a long, dramatic side-sweep of bangs in the front and dyed it a deep auburn. It transformed your face from somber to sexy. Made your eyes seductive and accented cheekbones you never noticed before. You worked with a trainer. While you never met the Hollywood standard, you did develop some muscle mass and a new appreciation for your body. Flaws and all.

“Thanks, Gran.”

Vivienne Owens stood from her desk. You’d always admired her effortless beauty. Wand slender with thick silver hair and deep, brown eyes that matched your own. She took your chin in her hand and gave you a long, hard look before nodding with approval.

A mischievous smile split her face and she winked. “Welcome home, darling girl.”

You smiled back and watched as she plucked a dry-cleaning bag from the coat rack and disappeared behind the carved dressing screen in the corner.

“You know you’re tempting the gods by hosting your shindig on Samhain.”

You perched on the edge of her desk, petting the black cat who had decided to reappear. “Donna thought it would be clever marketing to have it on Halloween night. You were the one who offered up the shop as a venue.”

Her voice was muffled through the rustle of clothes, “Its practically a blaspheme. Your cousins in Connecticut were particularly scandalized. I don’t care what your publicist says, it’s simply not done.”

Your ears perked up, “Connecticut? You mean Agatha and Aiden?” Your fingers stilled in the cat’s fur, “They aren’t coming, are they?!”

“Y/N, everyone is coming. The entire Owens clan has already R.S.V.P.’d. Which reminds me, the house is already filled with wayward relatives, so you’ll be bunking in the carriage house.”

“Fuck me.”

“Another blaspheme,” she admonished you. “I should charge you for that.”

You made a face at the screen. You were a grown woman, damn it. You were entitled to speak as you pleased. “Put it on my tab.”

“Rates have gone up, its twenty for the f-word. And don’t roll your eyes.”

Viv came out from behind the screen, smoothing her hands down her sides. The dress was elegant, just a simple wrap in black paired with silver jewelry. Perfection. Your Gran could have given Jackie Kennedy a run for her money.

“Got a hot date?”

Viv smiled and a man’s voice came through the thick curtain, “Knock, knock.”

Your eyes widened as a familiar face came through from the store, “Fuck me.”

“That’s another twenty.”

“Y/N, good to see you,” Bobby held out a wide hand to you, “Sam mentioned you were back.”

You shook his hand. Your eyes darting between the pair, and you wondered how long this had been going on. “Sheriff Singer.”

He chuckled, remarkably good natured. He wore a suit, an actual suit! Beard trimmed, hair combed, spicey aftershave. Almost unrecognizable from the man you knew growing up.

The Bobby Singer you remembered was a scruffy-looking, whiskey soaked, hard ass.

“Bobby is fine. Sheriff Singer is what the kids call me when I bust ‘em for drinking beer behind the bleachers.”

“Bob and I are going out for dinner,” Viv informed you as Bobby helped her into her coat. “Lock up when you leave and take Juno with you. Her kibble is in the mudroom, she gets three scoops.”

Bobby couldn’t help smiling at your bewildered expression. “Have a nice night, Y/N.”

The happy couple sailed out through the curtains, and you frowned down at Juno who thumped her tail in response.

“It’s great to be home.”

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winchest09 · 3 years ago

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Red

Pairing: Detective!Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 3819

Summary: Dean Winchester was a hardworking detective, and after a case had been dropped onto his desk, and a fresh murdered body had shown up in an alleyway, he needs to get to the bottom of all the killings. When he heads over to The Red Chip Casino in search of some clues, it's not just his money that he's gambling.

Rating: 18+ (Dark themes)

Warnings: [SPOILERS BE HERE. DO NOT READ IF YOU WANT NO SPOILS] Violence, descriptions of murder, death, insinuated smut, language, dark themes, kissing, guns, knives, blood, murder, swearing.

A/N: I really hope you enjoy this oneshot of mine, something that entered my head not to long ago and then wouldn't leave. Let me know your thoughts if you have time! <3 Also, massive thank you to my wonderful girls, @deanwanddamons & @cockslut-padalecki for going over this and being my beta’s. I love you both to the moon and beyond <3 ______________________

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Standing at the bar of the busy casino hotel, Dean Winchester nursed a tumbler of whiskey. It had been a rough night, an evening of dead ends and no fresh leads for his case. It was frustrating to say the least, knowing that a serial killer was on the loose and all that was ever left behind was a single white card and a smudge of red lipstick. He knew that the killer was female, even though the rest of his colleagues thought that this was a ploy to throw them off the scent of the real murderer. Of course they did check the make up smeared card for any DNA but unfortunately, the system came up blank. This enticing individual was still a mystery.

As his fingers gently and periodically tapped on the side of his glass, he allowed his green eyes to scan over the crowd. He had just come back from the latest crime scene; a body had been found in an alleyway not too far from this establishment with a small dagger embedded into his heart and the same calling card left on top of his bleeding chest. He was the seventh victim in a three week period. As soon as this case landed on Dean’s desk, it had never left his head. There was something so interesting and riveting about this one, he was unable to let it go and yet he was unable to put his finger on why.

His intuition as a detective had brought him to this hotel and gambling establishment; The Red Chip Casino. It wasn’t too far away from where the deceased had been found, and after having a look on one of his many maps, he had identified that whoever this bloodthirsty individual was, they were working around the area in radius and this place was directly in the middle. Of course, that could be incorrect and what the killer wanted him to believe. Still, his gut had never steered him wrong in the many years he had been on the force and he wasn’t about to stop listening to it now.

The place was full of gamblers and drunken individuals losing all their money. There were businessmen, rich and poor alike. There were husbands who were swayed way too easily by the female staff to part with more of their chips and there were many other men, like the group to the right of him, on their bachelor party just looking for a good night out. But Dean could look through that veil of illusion. This was a feeding ground for the huntress that stalked in the shadows before hiding in plain sight. She was clever, calculated and always seemed to be one step ahead.

After a few minutes of examining the sea of people that made up the bustling crowd, his eyes landed on her. A body that held confidence, power and made him stand up just that little bit straighter. She was elegant, beautiful and she stood out like the lightning in a wild storm. He continued to watch, transfixed, as she strode through the people, men and women parting as if she were someone of importance. He noted how her gaze was trained on the bar, one long leg perfectly being placed in front of the other as her black heels clicked loudly against the marble floor. Dean couldn’t resist staring, his darkened irises raking over her body and appreciating the alluring crimson dress she was wearing. It hung off her shoulders, cut off just above her knees with only a little cleavage on display.

Red had never looked so beautiful.

Without giving him so much of a second glance, she sat herself down on the stool next to him, raising her hand in signal towards the bartender, the obvious sign that she wanted a drink. As Dean continued to study the situation in front of him, he noticed that this captivating woman didn’t even have to speak her order, the man was standing just a few feet away from them both already preparing a whiskey on the rocks. That made the detective realise that she was either a regular to this hotel, or she was quite close to the individual who was filling a crystal tumbler with ice.

He couldn’t help another, lingering gaze. She was wonderfully beguiling; her hair was pushed to one side which showed off the tear drop diamond earrings perfectly. Her make up was pristine, not a line or black smudge in sight. Her wrists were also elegantly wrapped in gemstones and gold, and yet she lacked an engagement or wedding band. The woman next to him was one of status and she was one that was fiercely independent; that much was obvious.

“See something you like, detective?” Her voice startled him slightly, his eyebrows reaching his hairline when her words sunk in. He clenched his jaw, ticked his head to the side as he clicked his tongue against his teeth.

“How do you know I’m with the law?” His response was smooth, his voice deep and authoritative, but quiet enough that only she would hear. His gaze quickly moved from her to the barkeep who came to stand in front of them, sliding the ordered alcoholic beverage across the mahogany surface. He kept his vision trained on it, watching as this woman’s freshly manicured nails wrapped around the crystal.

“Well,” she started, before bringing the edge of the glass to her lips, stopping to take a lucrative sip. As she placed it back down onto the white square napkin that had been provided, she glanced back at Dean, a seductive stare from under her lashes. “Your badge is on the inside of your jacket and from the way you’re leaning, it’s visible for all to see. And your dressed down attire makes me think you’re higher in the ranks than an officer.”

She kept eye contact the entire time and he couldn’t help but feel a little heat rush through his body at her confident tone. He had been rumbled, and he was very impressed. But still...he refused to give his position away so all he did was respond with a smirk, a move that caused the woman in front of him to raise a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.

“So is it Detective? Or should I call you… Captain?”

“How about you call me Dean?” It was a clear statement, one that avoided him from revealing his title to a complete stranger, no matter how captivating she might be.

“Well, Dean, you still haven’t answered my question.” With her reply, she brought her drink up back to her lips and took another generous sip, an action that he mimicked resulting in him finishing his liquor.

“I don’t know your name,” he fired back, his smirk still pulling at one corner of his mouth as he pushed his glass away from him with two fingers. The detective heard how she let out a low chuckle, musing into the amber liquid, her fingertips generously sweeping the edge of the glass in a circular motion.

“You need that bit of information to answer a simple, flirtatious enquiry?” The woman in red softly asked, crossing one leg over the other as she angled her body to face him fully. He had managed to get her full attention and he couldn’t help the way his emerald orbs dropped from her face, to the plump swells of her breasts.

“It’s a fair trade,” he simply responded before their eyes met and he held onto her stare.

When Dean had come to this casino, he had come looking for clues about his case, not for a hookup. Yet as he stood there with this alluring woman next to him, he couldn’t help the way his body responded to her. Maybe he did need to let off some steam, he had been working incredibly hard lately and with no woman waiting for him at home, he hadn’t exactly had a lot of chances to get himself truly and utterly lost between the legs of the opposite sex.

“Hm,” she hummed, choosing to finish off her whiskey with elegance before sliding the glass next to his empty one. It’s then that she smirked, her eyes holding an emotion that enticed him. “Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N,” he smoothly responded, enjoying the way her name rolled off of his tongue. “I was actually thinking about how you appear to control the crowds without so much as a word.”

Dean turned to rest his back against the counter, his head nodding towards the crowds who were currently cheering, laughing and creating a bedlam of noise as they gambled their money away. With this, Y/N also turned in her seat to quickly glance out to where he was looking and she smiled knowingly, her fingers coming to play with one of her bracelets on her wrist.

“I’m a regular,” she states simply before turning her attention back to him. “They know me.”

“Everyone?” The detective questioned, his eyebrows only slightly knitted together as he tried to work her out.

When she shrugged in reply, he found himself trying to work her out. Y/N was an enigma, and he found that completely and utterly fascinating. Normally women would be falling at his feet; one flash of his smile or upon hearing the first note of his deepened voice would be enough to have any lady hook, line and sinker. But she was different, like she was almost immune to his charm and that had him intrigued. She was a challenge, and he was more than ready to take it on. If anything could come of this frustrating evening, it would be enjoying a fine liquor before ending his night lost in a land of orgasmic delirium.

“Can I get you another drink, sweetheart?” he offered, his hands leaning against the edge of the bar as his eyes stayed trained on her. To that, she smiled and he couldn’t help but reciprocate the action; the evening was going just the way he wanted it to.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Y/N responded smoothly, her fingers coming to play with the singular tearstone diamond that hung around her neck, the chain threading through her grasp, “same again.”

With that, Dean signalled the barmen before gesturing to the empty glasses. With a simple nod, the worker turned and grabbed the bottle of whiskey from the shelf before quickling refilling both of the tumblers in front of him. The detective could only smirk when he noticed she was drinking the same brand that he had been. She’s a woman with taste.

Sliding his dollars down onto the mahogany wood, he pushed them forward, not caring to see if the worker took them or not as all of his attention was now back on the woman next to him. She brought the brown liquor to her lips once more, the ice clinking against the crystal as they slid closer to her mouth. He couldn’t help but imagine using those very same cold cubes on her body, teasing between her breasts and leaving a trail of whiskey tainted water behind; a trail he would happily lap up with his tongue.

“So, are you workin’ a big case at the moment, Mr Detective?” Y/N asked with a seductive tone, her forefinger catching the stray droplet of alcohol that wanted to cling to her lower lip.

“I’m off duty, enjoying a little downtime,” came his casual response, one shoulder coming to meet his ear in a laid back shrug. Of course, he didn’t want her to know the truth, that he actually came here to see if he could find any clues to the elusive killer he was hunting.

“In the middle of a busy casino?” Her chide earned her a widened grin, and he had to give it to her, she was intuitive. But he wasn’t stupid, nor had this been his first time in front of a very attractive woman who would be asking for more information about his job. The less they knew the better.

“Might feel like playing cards later,” he lied, giving her his best poker face, one he had spent many years perfecting. After a moment of silence between them, one that was spent with gazes locked as the seconds passed, it was a deceit that she believed.

“I’m sure I could think of something more thrilling you could be doing,” she spoke up in a suggestive manner before her eyes fell on the rest of her drink. Her fingers slowly curled around the glass, before she quickly and promptly finished the remains. Dean felt his jaw clench slightly, a familiar excitement already building within him at the prospect of him getting his own way. His evening was certainly going the way he had hoped.

“Is that so?” He mirrored her movements, taking a hold of his glass with the ever so tempting alcohol resting inside. Yet just before he took a sip, he couldn’t help but falter his actions due to the distraction Y/N was now providing.

Her empty tumblr had been abandoned and she had since reached into her purse to pull out a compact, and a ruby lipstick. Dean could not help but be drawn to her mouth, watching as she slowly repainted the soft skin, her lips looking as tempting as a fresh glass of water on a hot summer's day.

Red had never looked so beautiful.

Placing her make-up back where she had retrieved it from, she glanced up towards the detective from under her lashes, “Fancy a private nightcap, Dean?”

“Depends on what you’ve got to offer,” he chuckled low and deep, giving in to the temptation of the alcohol in front of him. “I only like the best.”

“Oh baby,” Y/N bit into her lower lip when she slid off her barstool, her hand coming to rest on the detective’s shoulder. Leaning in closer to his ear, her breath brushed over his skin as she whispered, “I am the best.”

With that, she walked away, her heels once again clicking against the marbled floor. And he watched her go. He feasted his eyes on the way her hips were swaying, how her hair was bouncing and not once did she look back. Confident, he thought, even though he had been coming onto her, it appeared that she had gotten him hook, line and sinker. So he didn’t waste another moment, wanting to lose himself in euphoria to forget the stresses his case was bringing. He knocked back the last of his whiskey and took off in hot pursuit of the woman who had all of his engines running. The elevator doors had opened, she had stepped inside and turned, her finger hovering over the penthouse button when she spotted him metres away. With one foot outside his metaphorical stairway to heaven, she followed through with her actions giving Dean just enough time to slip in beside her before the crowds were shut out.

Within the first movement of the box they were standing in, Y/N was on him, her palms pushing on his chest until his back collided with the golden railing behind him. Her mouth connected with his, kissing him with fervour before she sneaked her tongue past his bottom lip in a teasing manner. Dean couldn’t help but drink her up; she tasted like the liquor she had been drinking and it was intoxicating. She was intoxicating.

His hands caressed her sides, his thumbs coming to grace the side of her breasts before he cupped her face, his fingers entwining in what hair they could reach. The detective spun them around, now pushing her against the wall which was rewarded with a little moan leaving her, a sound that delighted him and one he hoped to hear more of. He pulled back from her mouth, his kisses trailing now down her neck to stop on her bare clavicle; sucking and biting, hoping to leave a mark. Yet before he could get too enthusiastic, the doors opened and his attention was drawn away at the sound. They had arrived at the penthouse and his eyes widened slightly at the sight. She was definitely a woman of power.

Y/N bit into her reddened, and swollen bottom lip before she pushed him backwards into her space, an action he enjoyed. As she stalked towards him, it was then that she slowly rid herself of her heels, her gaze trained on him the entire time. Her dress was next, the material peeling from her skin, teasing as it gradually dropped to the floor. Dean instantly hardened at the sight of her; her breasts were bare, his red marks littered her collarbone and she was left in just her black lace panties. He couldn’t help but swallow as his brain tried to come up with the words he wanted to say. It wasn’t often he met a woman that held this kind of confidence on their first encounter, one that wanted to take control and steer their ship, and he was more than happy to oblige. It was refreshing to say the least.

Within seconds, her fingers were pushing at his jacket, pulling it down his arms just halfway which allowed him to finish off the job. Discarding it onto the floor by his feet, his hands rested on top of her hips, her bare skin feeling warm beneath his touch. She once again began to kiss him with vehemence, her mouth feeling like a sin all in itself, as she worked on loosening his tie. He felt how she pulled on it, and he was waiting for the break where she would pull it up over his head but it never came. Dean felt her body shift slightly yet her mouth never left his as she continued with her intense pursuit of pleasure. This was where he grew a little impatient and took back some control, pulling away to remove the small piece of material so this show could get further down the road. Yet as he opened his eyes to start pulling away, he noticed how Y/N’s were already open and her attention was on the small ornamental dagger that she was now clutching in her hand. The silver glinting in the golden lights of the penthouse.

As if someone had pressed the slow motion button on his life, he saw himself quickly dodge backwards as she lunged for him in fury, her weapon missing his chest by millimeters. He reached for the gun he had tucked in the back of his pants, the cool metal already feeling delicious in his palm as he brought it around to point at her in warning. Y/N backed off slightly, but her red smudged lips were curved into a malicious smirk; she knew what she was doing, this was her plan the entire time. In that brief and short moment, he noticed a photo on the cabinet to the right of him. It was a picture of the victim he had just seen hours earlier on the cold, wet concrete of the alleyway, a dagger through his heart. Dean had been right with his investigation, he had been correct in thinking this was where the killer retreated to every single time, he had accurately predicted the gender and movements of the prolific murderer.

A momentary lapse in concentration caused the killer to take another lunge at the detective, but his reactions were quick and he managed to grab the wrist that held the dagger, disarming her before twisting her arm around and forcibly pushing Y/N away from him. She stumbled and hit the edge of the couch, her body hunched over as a loud and unsettling laugh left her. She was enjoying this.

“It’s you?!” Dean announced, the feeling of disgust and naivety flooding through his veins as he kept his pistol trained on her. If only he had looked closer at the signs. If only he had looked closer at the situation they were in back at the bar, maybe he would have clicked onto this sooner.

“You wanted the best, right?” she mocked, almost singing the words as she slowly straightened her spine.

The detective kept his sights set on her, watching for any flinch and any sudden movement, knowing in his gut that one was about to happen. Like he predicted, Y/N fastly spun on her spot and Dean had already identified that she was holding a gun in her palm and she was going to fire it. She must have had it hidden down the side of the couch she had been bent over. With fast reflexes, and with no remorse, he squeezed his trigger and shot first, the bullet he had fired piercing her heart.

She stood in shock for a second, her facial features twitching as blood started to pour from her wound, down her naked torso into a puddle by her feet. Her own weapon dropped to the floor before she followed, rolling onto her back. Dean slowly moved forward, his pistol still pointed down at her as he watched how she struggled for breath, as the evil light in her eyes started to slowly fade and the detective couldn’t help the flair of anger that tore through him.

“Oh sweetheart, you may think you’re the best,” he growled, using his right foot to kick away her gun just in case of some miraculous recovery, “but you have never met a Winchester.”

With her lipstick smeared over his own mouth, the detective slowly crouched down next to her and watched as she struggled to stay alive, as she sucked in her last breath and he smirked, as her life left her body. His gaze then moved to the ever growing pool that was staining the cream carpet that the killer was lying on, and he moved his foot away so as to not get stained by her malevolence.

Finally, after weeks of trying to track her down and to avenge the poor unfortunate souls that had perished at her hands, he had delivered justice. Of course, he would have loved to have put Y/N behind bars and seen her rot away in a cell for her crimes, but this almost felt poetic. Dying by an injury to the heart, just like her victims.

After a moment, Dean stood and moved just a few feet away, one hand reaching into the pocket of his pants to retrieve his cell. It was time to call this in. As the dial tone sounded in his ear, his eyes once again dropped to the tricking claret that was staining her skin, the rivers of life creating intricate patterns across her body before joining the large puddle beneath her.

Red had never looked so beautiful.

I really hope you enjoyed this oneshot! It means the world to me that you’ve read it, so thank you. xox Tags will be separate <3

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soaringeag1e · 1 year ago

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Escape {69}

Detective!Dean x Victim!Reader

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Secrets

Words: 1,945

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9 Months Later

A couple of quiet knocks gets Dean to look up from the picture frame in his hand and he smiles at the man in the doorway. Feeling even more at home with the familiar face.

“You settling in, okay?” Dean slowly begins to nod as he looks around the room. “Feel like you never left?” It’s then that Dean’s eyes look through the window to Bobby’s right, his smile fading a little.

“Kind of.”

“Yeah.” The elder breathes before taking a few more steps into the office.

“I’m surprised you never gave my office up.” he admits, setting the picture he was holding down on his desk.

“Well,” Bobby shrugs. “There was a part of me that knew you would be back.”

“What about the part that didn't know?” His father figure remains silent for a moment, seeming to think about the answer though Dean is sure he knows exactly what he was feeling.

“I thought that maybe you needed the out and that you might go and find something else that made you happy.” Hearing that warms Dean’s heart.

“What if I did?” he asks, just curious on what would happen if the last option actually happened.

“Well, then I would give your office up. Eventually.” They both share a light laugh. “That or turn it into a storage room.” Dean grins at his boss before setting another picture on his desk and then reaching back into the box to grab the next frame that needed a home in his office. "Well, you know where to find me if you need something." Bobby informs him as he slowly backs out of the room. "And uh…" he pauses, getting Dean to look at him. "Let's try not to get shot on our first day back, huh?" Despite the darkness of the past year, Dean’s able to chuckle at the joke. Grateful, Bobby grins and then leaves Dean to finish getting settled.

His smile grows a bit as he looks down at the picture in his hand, his thumb gently brushing over the woman in the white dress as he lets that good memory play in his head. Not long after, he sets the frame down, right where he knows he'll always be able to see it.

Continuing to empty his box, he gets everything set up the way he likes and then he takes a seat in his chair, the familiar comfort almost feeling new for how long he's been gone. As he looks across the office and his eyes land on his former partner's desk on the other side of the glass, Dean has to take a minute. He knew coming back wouldn't be easy but he also knew that Eddie wouldn't want him to give up his career because of what happened. Dean was good at what he did and he knew this is where he belonged despite losing an amazing partner and friend.

Deans eyes gently close and he inhales deeply through his nose. His attempt to push away his emotions isn't the greatest but it's enough for him to carry on with his day.

As his computer wakes up after its long slumber, Dean's surprised to see that everything was the same as he left it. Files were sitting in the same spot on his desktop, his background picture was still that of a Zeppelin concert he attended years before he got his badge. Bobby really left his space untouched.

Clicking on a few links, Dean waits patiently while some documents get uploaded on his computer. It's then that he catches his phone lighting up out of the corner of his eye, the notification getting him to grab the device and investigate more.

Movement was detected at his front door, the new doorbell camera working to its full potential. Though, after finding out that Cassidy tampered with the previous camera, it isn't that it didn't work, it's just that he had skills that Dean never knew about. It turned out that the day you had heard someone knocking on the door was in fact Cassidy testing out his plan and clearly it worked way too well.

As the little camera shows his front porch, Dean grins. His brother Sam stood there in a loose shirt and his infamous jogging pants. A few seconds later you had come into view wearing your jogging pants and a hot pink workout top, locking the door before looking into the camera and blowing a kiss.

"Love you."

His smile growing, Dean lightly presses the speaker button on his phone. "Love you too." You smile brightly knowing he has an eye on you and then the two of you turn to step off the porch. Sam takes a second to look into the camera himself, waving to his brother before he takes off jogging to catch up with you.

Knowing that you're safe with Sam, Dean is able to relax a bit more before he dives into his first day back at work.

The two of you would usually spend an average of thirty minutes on your morning jogs. It didn't happen everyday considering the fact that Sam had to work most mornings, but when you both had some free time, it was definitely on the to do list. Another must have was a pit stop on the way back home. A nice little coffee shop run by a sweet older couple that have lived in town since they were kids. You and Sam felt like family going in there every time you were able to go out and you loved it.

“Oh! And can you make that decaf, please?” Sam looks at you a little confused, though you don’t notice as you’re paying for the two drinks. But as the barista nods and then steps away to start your drinks, Sam clears his throat, watching you put your card away.

“Decaf?” As if you didn’t hear him, you then pulled your phone out checking to see if you’ve heard from Dean at all, but everything seemed quiet. “When do you get decaf?” After slipping your phone into the pocket on the side of your pants, you look up at your friend, shrugging softly.

“Since I don’t need the extra kick.” your smile widens a bit before you step around him, waiting at the far counter for your order to be done. But Sam? He’s stuck in his spot for a few more beats, his mind fast tracking through his years of knowing you before he spins on his heel and moves to the end of the counter with you.

“Hold on,” Placing his palm on the counter, he looks at you with doubt in his eyes. “I’ve seen you wired off your ass before and you’d still take some extra shots over decaf.” A soft sigh falls from your lips and you look away, watching the barista make your drink. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Sam.” You say with an annoyance already in your tone.

“Y/N…”

“Shit, Sam, I’m fine!” The little outburst has him pull back a bit, looking at you with concern and slight disbelief and that clearly deflates you. “I’m sorry. I’m just…I’m a little tired and I think when I get back home I’m going to take a nap, so I just don’t want any caffeine right now. It’s not a big deal.” It’s then that Sam’s drink is set up on the counter and he reaches for it, but none of that takes away the concern he has.

“You feeling alright though?”

“Yeah.” you answer in a whisper before reaching for your drink and thanking the team behind the counter.

“Hey,” Lightly grabbing your elbow, Sam’s face is soft, his expression even softer, almost heartbreakingly so. “You can tell me anything. You remember that, right?”

“Of course I do.” your voice is as gentle as his touch. Despite that response and the fact that you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, something didn’t feel quite right. But he didn’t want to push you anymore than he already did. “Is it okay if we start heading back?”

“Sure.” Though still concerned, Sam nods and gives you a soft smile. One that disappears as you start to head for the door.

Unfortunately for you it wasn’t only Sam that could see something was going on with you. Over the next few days Dean had picked up on the slight differences in your behaviors as well. You expressed to him and Sam both that you were just tired. Maybe you were coming down with something or maybe you had some kind of bug that just knocked the energy out of you. Either way, Dean took care of you as such. He tried to let you rest as much as possible, even brought you food in bed to keep you from exerting yourself too much. He begged you to go see a doctor multiple times and it wasn’t until just the night before last that you had told him that you in fact went to see someone. The only thing he didn’t know now was the fact that you knew what was wrong with you. You just weren’t sure how to tell him.

So as the sun slowly rose, the bright orange beams coming through the blinds in the bedroom, Dean's fingers worked the buttons on his dress shirt. His eyes kept lifting to the mirror, catching sight of you sleeping peacefully under the covers behind him. He used to close the bathroom door while he got ready for work in the morning, but you usually couldn’t be disturbed, and if you were, he loved the sight of your sleepy self sitting up and smiling at him from the bed. Though that was always dangerous in itself because he would just want to call in on those days and climb back in bed with you.

Once his buttons were done and he fixed his collar, he doused himself with a little cologne and then turned to leave the room. Slipping his dress jacket off the hanger, he slowly makes his way towards the bed, smiling softly as your face comes into view.

“I love your cologne.” your voice barely makes it out of the blankets, but it’s enough for him to hear.

“I didn’t think I put that much on.” A low moan escapes as you stretch under the covers. “Is it too much?” You disagree with a light shake of your head and a low grumble.

“It’s perfect.” you smile up at him as he sits at the edge of the bed and leans over you. A deep gravelly hum rolls up his chest just as his lips meet yours.

“How are you feeling?” he asks in between kisses and you answer in the same way.

“A little better.”

“Yeah?” Kissing you once more, this one lasts a little longer before he pulls away and just looks into your eyes. “Have you heard back from the doctor yet?”

“Not yet.” you lie as best you can, feeling guilty for not telling him the truth, but you aren’t ready to tell him. You can see how much it’s bothering him, especially after that last answer. He’s clearly concerned and of course looks worried which makes you feel worse.

“Maybe you should call them? Check in with ‘em.”

“I can try.” you lie again, hoping it’ll make him feel a little better. You can tell he’s pleased with your answer but that fear won't go away until you tell him what’s going on. The unknown is always a scary place, but sometimes the known can be just as scary.

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Masterlist

Hello there, peeps! 🥀🥀❣❣ Welcome. Ellie or Rusty here! I write for multiple fandoms, mostly Supernatural

Materlist on Rusty's

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Siblings (Dean/Sam Winchester x sister!reader)

Christmas time (Dean winchester x sister!reader)

Top Gun Maverick :

Balls of fire (Rooster Bradshaw x sister!reader)

Hannibal

Protective family(AU Sherlock Holmes/Hannibal Lecter x daughter/sister!reader)

S.W.A.T :

Drunk rookie (Team x Platonic!reader)

The witcher :

Geralt headcanons (Geralt x daughter!reader)

Enola Holmes :

The detectives (Sherlock/Enola holmes x sister!reader)

The Last Of Us :

A father like no other (Joel Miller x daughter!reader)

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queen-of-deans-booty · 5 months ago

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Halt & Catch Fire: Part Four

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: You're done being a puppet in their plans. You're done letting them control you. You're finally going to take back your life by becoming something you didn't know was possible. your eyes are opened to something better and God forbid anyone who disrespects you.

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

The next morning, reports of another death come flooding in. Some college girl died in her room with the doors and windows locked. The girl's dorm is blocked off with yellow caution tape. Where Sam and Dean lifted it to go underneath it, you yank on it to break it so you can get through. The detective on the case is there, and she starts spilling the beans when she sees their FBI badges.

"Delilah Marian, the roommate, found her this morning after an all-nighter at the library."

"Strangulation?"

"Yeah. Some sicko used the power cord from the computer."

There is a nail kit on the bed so you grab the nail file and try to peel the device off your neck. Dean sees this and snatches the file to which you give him a deadly glare.

"Stop," he hisses.

"Maybe if I was let go, I'd stop."

"No."

Sam clears his throat loudly and gives you both a side-eye glance. "Suspects?"

"None yet. The odd thing was the door was locked."

"Have you talked to any of the other girls who live here?"

"Most of them have already left for spring break, but the roommate was really helpful. She gave us all of Julie's passwords. Nowadays, the only way to find out anything about teenagers is through social media. Trust me, I got two of them. Excuse me, agents."

"Vengeful spirit, much?" Dean says once the detective leaves the room.

"Yeah, but is it Joey or another ghost?"

"I don't know." Dean takes his EMf reader out and scans the computer. Again, like a Christmas tree. "First, it possesses a truck, then it possesses a computer? Both are machine-related kills."

"You think we're dealing with a 'Ghost in the Machine'?"

"Maybe, but if it is the same ghost, they usually anchor themselves to a place or a thing. How is this one jumping from one machine to the next?"

Sam takes Julie's laptop so he can search through it later.

"Come on, let's go find Delilah." She's not hard to track down since she stayed to see what the outcome of the investigation would be. She's eager to talk if it means they catch her roommate's killer. "We really appreciate your help, Delilah. We know this can't possibly be easy. Did Julie, by chance, know a student named Billy Bass?"

"Everyone knew Billy. He was the President of Sigma Theta Delta, one of the biggest frats on campus."

"Did Julie know Billy's brother, Joey?"

"I don't think so. I didn't even know Billy had a brother."

"Did she have any enemies? Any reason why someone might want to hurt her?"

"No. Julie was really popular and super-sweet. I can't imagine anyone wanting to hurt her."

There's something she's not telling you. You know a liar when you see one.

"You know we're federal agents, right? Lying to us is a big-time offense," you cross your arms.

"I'm not lying, Agent. There's just... nothing else to tell."

"Mmhmm."

Dean is hungry (there's a shocker) and Sam wants to break into Julie's computer so they take this to the cafe on campus. What if you were to run away? Would they be fast enough to catch you? Maybe not but they have that damn remote. If you want to get away, you need to get that remote.

"Alright, a café au lait for the lady." He hands Sam a coffee cup. He has a lot of food you know will only go to him. You don't eat or sleep. "For me--"

"A heart attack?"

"This is unreal. Look at this. I got Italian. I got Chinese. Serve yourself froyo. College is better than Vegas. What do you have?"

"Unfortunately, a lot of nada." Dean slaps your hand away when you try to grab a cookie off his plate. You don't eat but that doesn't mean you don't think cookies aren't delicious. "I hit up Julie's Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Instachat, Snapchat, and A.I.M. There is nothing but posts on Rush and 'Fifty Shades of Grey', the movie, not the book."

"Yeah. I didn't get half of that."

"It doesn't matter," Sam scoffs. "Now I'm going through her deleted files."

"You can do that?"

"Yeah. I mean, nothing ever really gets deleted from the Internet. You knew that, right?"

"Yeah," he nods.

"He didn't know that. I bet his nudes are just floating around on the internet somewhere," you say.

"If you put them there, I'm gonna kill you."

You smirk.

"Here we go. This might be something. it's a deleted Instachat from last night right around the time of death with someone named PrincessElsa8. 'Liar. I know. You'll pay.'

"Well, this Princess Elsa's a bitch. What's 810?" Dean asks when he looks at the screen.

"I don't know. Maybe a date?"

"Or a time of day. Maybe an area code?"

"No, the area code is for southeast Michigan. You know what?" Sam types something into Google. "Here we go. There are three addresses in town that have 810 in them."

"I'll see if I can get this to go," Dean gestures to his food.

You're almost half-asleep in the back seat as Sam and Dean drive around town looking for the addresses. When they realize it's not the house they're looking for, they move on to the next one. Luck would have it that the last house on the tour is the one they need. A woman walks out of her house and makes her way down the sidewalk.

"Yeah. You got it. Thank you Detective Petranzyk. We will keep in touch." Sam hangs up the phone. "So, PrincessElsa8 is not some crazed cyber killer. She is a third-grader from Lake Nebagamon, Wisconsin, who is obsessed with Frozen, and she was fast asleep when the Instachat occurred."

"Who say that coming? A hack job. Shocker," you sigh. The woman who left her house is carrying a garbage bag that she takes to the nearest utility pole. The pole is covered in flowers that she yanks off and shoves into the bag. "Someone's angry."

"Come on." You three get out and approach her. "Excuse me, ma'am. May we ask what you're doing?"

"Um, throwing away dead flowers. Is that a crime?" she asks when she sees the badges.

"It's not a crime, just a little strange seeing as how they aren't dead."

"It's not so strange when it feels like they're taunting you. My husband was killed in a car accident here nine months ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

Boo Fucking Hoo. Get over it, lady.

"Thank you. We were newlyweds. We never even made it to our first anniversary, and to have to be reminded of that every time I look out my window or leave the house..."

"That's understandable. Forgive me, but did you notice anything weird after your husband's death? Any strange disturbances?"

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"Do you have any idea who is leaving the flowers?" Dean asks.

"Some teenage girl. I think she goes to the college near here 'cause she's always in Greek letters."

"Do you know her name?"

"No, but she has long red hair."

"That little minx," you say. "I knew she was lying."

Dean calls Delilah but she isn't answering the phone. While you wait for her to call back, Sam looks up the woman's husband who died in the car accident, Andrew Silver. Again, you sit at one of the cafes on campus so Dean can get more food.

"This is Agent Grohl again. Listen, I know I told you to call at your earliest convenience but scratch that. Call ASAP."

"Look at this. Andrew Silver, a twenty-nine-year-old High School teacher was killed in a fatal accident. The car burst into flames. Silver's body was burned beyond recognition, and he is believed to have been killed upon impact."

"So, Andy dies at 810 Downs Drive, then he torments Julie with 810 on her computer. What's his beef with her?"

"Yeah, and what's his connection to Billy?"

"Does it say where he's buried?"

He wasn't. He was cremated."

"So, no bones and he's not tethered to any object that we know of. How is Andrew haunting his victims?"

"Are you gonna eat all that?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, do you want some?"

Sam rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Dean can eat almost anything and it doesn't matter how much of it he eats. It amazes you how much he can put away. He's almost done with his meal when he gets a phone call from Delilah, and she is terrified out of her mind. You meet at her dorm and learn that her friend, Kyle, was killed in the rec room on the first floor. Dean stays downstairs to gather more information from the detective while you and Sam talk to Delilah in her room.

"Are you okay?" Sam asks.

"Not really," she whimpers.

Dean walks into the room five minutes later. "Death by decibel. Kyle's brains were jellied by his speakers. Oh, and get this, the clock on his stereo stopped at 8:10."

"Again?"

"Mm-hmm." He turns to Delilah. "Look we know you're the one leaving the flowers at Andrew's accident. So, why don't you just tell us what happened to Andrew that night?"

She looks nervous but keeps her mouth shut. She knows something.

"Delilah, please. This is the third death in five days. Who knows who's gonna be next?" Sam pleads.

She still won't talk so you're just gonna have to make her. You grab her hair and yank her head back forcefully. She gasps and stares at you with fearful eyes.

"Spill. What did you do to Andrew?"

"Y/N!" Dean yanks you off her and she begins sobbing. "That's enough!"

"Okay, I'll tell you," she cries. "The car accident wasn't exactly an accident."

"You just have to be forceful sometimes," you say and shrug off your husband. "Tell us what happened."

"My friends and I were on our way back from a party and they were all on their phones, the driver included. I'll spare you the gory details but we ended up almost crashing into Andrew. He went off the road and we didn't. He crashed into that pole and we didn't. We watched as the telephone line fell onto his car, electrocuting him to death. It started a fire and we didn't want to get caught. Not to mention Kyle was driving with a suspended license. Billy was worried about going to jail but Kyle convinced everyone it was okay to run. I wanted to go back but no one else did. Billy made us all promise not to say a word.

"I shouldn't have let them talk me out of it. It was wrong, and now we're being punished." Sam takes out two salt containers and hands one to Dean. He doesn't bother handing one to you. "Seriously, what are the chances that three out of the four of us die in one week? It can't be a coincidence."

"It's not a coincidence. It's a ghost. It's the vengeful spirit of Andrew Silver."

The brothers begin salting the room while you stand in the middle of it with your arms crossed.

"A ghost?"

"Yeah, they're real. This is sort of what we do."

"So, you're like Ghostbusters?"

"They are, I'm not. They're kind of forcing me to be here," you say.

"Shut up," Dean snaps at you. "First things first, you need to stay inside the salt circle while we take care of him, okay?"

"How do you take care of him? Please tell me you know how to take care of him."

"Did you not hear him when he said this is kind of what we do? Of course, we know how to take care of a man ghost."

"As blunt as she was, she's right. Usually, a ghost is tied to a place or an object. If you get rid of the object, you get rid of the ghost. With Andrew, it's different."

"What's he tied to?"

"We're working on it, but if we can figure out how he's traveling, we can figure out how to stop him."

"You know, this might be a Shocker situation. The paper said that he died from a collision, but Delilah says that he died from electrocution. Maybe that's how he's surfing. He's using the power lines as a conduit," Dean says.

"That would make sense with the computer and stereo kills but not the pickup. I mean, the truck runs on gas."

"Then it has to be something else, then."

"Alright, I'll go back to the accident site and check it out. You two stay with her."

"Take me with you."

"No, you're staying with me," Dean says and grabs your arm.

"Touch me again and I'll break that arm," you snap and yank your arm out of his grasp.

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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 4 months ago

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Ties That Bind - Part 10: Can't Lose You

Characters: (AU: first names are as in the show renaming a few last names to fit my story): Reader (Y/N Harvelle), Detective Dean Winchester, Krissy Chambers, Timmy Chambers, Ben Braeden, Random Kids at The Clouds, Castiel Novak (mentioned), Detective Benny Lafitte (Mentioned), Bela Lafitte (mentioned)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Chaotic work environment, fighting (verbal), smut (not implied but not overly graphic either in this one).

Word Count: 4100ish

A/N: Thanks to @blacktithe7 for betaing and helping me rework this series.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

MASTERPOST

“Is it always this crazy here?” Dean quickly moved out of the way of a teenage girl chasing a younger one down the hall.

“It’s girls. Girls are always crazy.” Ben shrugged. “And I think Y/N is alone right now. Cas is at supervised visitation with Caleb and his parents. Patience and Kaia had soccer practice so the tem are with them.”

“Hmm,” Dean frowned as he quietly followed Ben into the kitchen to find Y/N at the stove with a young boy sitting at the counter. She was clearly trying to help him with some homework while simultaneously trying to make lunch and yelling at the girls to stop fighting.

She didn’t notice Dean or Ben before she swore and ran from the stove towards the window just as a football suddenly crashed into it, luckily without breaking it. She twirled around, almost running straight into Dean’s chest.

“Hi?” he tried, but he hardly got a response, just a quick nod before she was out the door, yelling at the 3 teenage boys to take their game elsewhere unless they wanted to spend their allowances paying for a broken window.

Dean quickly shrugged off his jacket and headed for the stove, sending Ben a quick nod and grin when the boy’s eyes opened wide in surprise.

“You’re staying?”

“It is my day off. Besides, it looks like you guys need a hand.” Dean smiled as he started assessing the damage Y/N had done to the food without really paying attention to it. It looked salvageable.

She returned from the garden half out of breath, and Dean smiled at her when he saw the clear surprise on her face at finding him in the kitchen.

She walked up behind the kid at the counter, who Dean just then noticed was staring at him, and ruffled his hair a little as she sat down next to the kid addressing Dean.

“What are you doing here, Winchester?” She had a teasing tone in her voice, but she looked exhausted. Dean wanted nothing more than to wrap her in his arms and kiss her until she relaxed, but he knew this wasn’t the place. He just had to save that for later.

“Helping you out,” Dean replied just as a loud bump sounded from down the hall, followed by the voices of teenage girls yelling from down the hall. Y/N jumped back onto her feet. “Go deal with the posse. Ben and I got this. Right?” Dean winked to the kid, stirring the pot next to him.

“Right.” Ben smiled brightly, clearly happy for the vote of confidence Dean was showing him.

“Okay… erhm,” Y/N shifted lightly on her feet, glaring at the kid next to her before bending down. She took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Timmy, this is Dean. He is a friend of mine and Ben’s. He is gonna stay here in the kitchen with you guys, and maybe he can help you out.” she sent Dean a questioning look as she finished the sentence, and he sent her a reassuring smile.

“Of course. What are you working on buddy?” Dean addressed Timmy, but the kid just stared down into his book.

“Timmy doesn’t say much, but he can point. He understands everything,” Y/N quickly explained before running down the hall as the yelling started to increase.

After a few minutes, Dean let Ben take over in the kitchen so he could sit down next to Timmy and try to help the boy with his math. Eventually, he earned a few smiles and nods from the boy.

Ben roamed around the kitchen, glancing over at Dean every so often to make sure he was doing the right things. Dean sent him a few encouraging nods and smiles, making Ben beam with pride.

“Who are you?” Dean looked up to see a young girl with unruly dark brown hair standing before him. She had a hard look in her eyes, but she still seemed a little unsure of herself, broken somehow. Yet still defiant.

“Oh relax, Krissy. Why do you have to be like that all the time?” Ben snarled from the kitchen. Dean quickly interrupted before the girl had a chance to bite back at him.

“It’s okay. I would be wondering too if I found a stranger in my home,” Dean addressed Ben before smiling back at Krissy. “I’m Dean. I’m a friend of Y/N’s. I’m just here to help her out for a bit. Is that cool?”

“I guess.” Krissy moved around the table and took a seat on the other side of Timmy. He looked up at his her before looking back at Dean. “Krissy is my sister,” the boy spoke quietly but the pride in his voice was evident, and Dean smiled at him.

“You’re lucky. She seems very protective of you,” Dean replied before looking up to see Y/N standing in the hall with a choked expression on her face. “I’ll be right back buddy,” Dean promised before walking out to Y/N, who immediately took his hand and started dragging him into the office.

“He spoke to you.” Dean looked at her, confused by her sudden outburst.

“Timmy? Yeah. Just a sentence, but yeah. He did. Why?” A big smile slide across her face before she threw her arms around Dean’s neck. He immediately wrapped his arms around her almost by instinct, his heart skipping a beat with her sudden display of affection.

“He has only ever spoken to Krissy, or me, or Charlie the entire time he has been here. You walk through the door, and he speaks to you? Do you have any idea how amazing that is?” She was babbling, and Dean couldn’t help but laugh, feeling more than a little proud by the way she was looking at him.

“No, but you clearly do, sweetheart.” Dean grinned letting out a small surprised sound when her lips crashed against his. It didn’t take him long to respond to her, pulling her impossibly closer, kissing her back. He didn’t let her pull back before Ben’s voice sounded through the house.

“Lunch’s ready.”

Dean’s heart skipped a beat when he saw the genuinely happy smile on her face as she stayed in his arms, looking up at him.

“Stay? Cas will be home soon, but you helped cook, and I will be off in a few hours. We could drive home together?”

Dean smiled, loving how she thought she had to convince him, like it was a chore for him to be around her in an environment where she shined. Dean loved seeing her with those kids. He loved seeing how much she cared for them and how much they cared for her. He didn’t even hesitate for a second before answering her.

“I would love that, sweetheart.”

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Dean took a deep breath as he watched her walk through the house to let her dog out of his kennel and into the yard. He had doubted whether or not he should have come in or not for the first time in a long time.

Everything had been fine between them before they left for Benny’s. She had been laughing and had laced her fingers through his as they walked out to his car. She had seemed so happy, but sometime during the evening that had changed. Dean wasn’t sure what had caused it, but he knew he wanted to fix it.

He watched her stand in the doorway to her garden, waiting for Santo to return and did the only thing he knew how to in the moment. He showed her he cared. Wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and pulling her against his chest, he pressed his lips against the side of her head and lingered a moment longer than he had too.

“Are you okay, Y/N/N?” he asked quietly as he finally felt her lean into him a little.

“Yeah. Just tired. I’m fine, Dean.” There was something in her voice that kept Dean from believing her, but he also didn’t want to push too far and make things worse.

“Do you want me to leave?” He hoped with everything in him that she wouldn’t want that and drew a small sigh of relief when she answered.

“No. Stay. I am just in a weird mood.” She tilted her head up to look at him. The look in her eyes was something Dean couldn’t quite read.

“Okay. I’m gonna take a shower.” He sent her a small smirk, hoping he could cheer her up. “Do you wanna join me?”

“Not tonight. Go ahead. I’ll be up soon.” Her smile looked forced, making Dean feel all the more hopeless.

“Okay.” He pressed his lips against hers in a chaste kiss before heading upstairs on his own.

Dean’s mind didn’t leave her as he showered, wondering and worrying about what he could have said or done wrong. He hated this. Seeing her unhappy. Her happiness meant more to him than anything else in the world. The thought that he may have done something to jeopardize that happiness left a pit in the bottom of his stomach.

When Dean returned to the bedroom wearing only his boxers, she was already under the covers with her back to the door. Dean closed his eyes for a moment, trying to decide his next move. He let out a deep sigh before wandering over to the bed and crawling under the covers. He pulled her tightly against him and breathed in her scent.

He felt her tighten up for a moment before relaxing in his arms.

“Are you sure we’re good?” Dean mumbled against her neck, worried about her initial reaction to him.

“We’re good.” She turned around in his arms to face him and pressed a kiss to his lips before he had a chance to think too much of the sadness in her eyes. Her kiss was passionate without pushing for anything more. She kissed him like she wanted to do nothing else for the rest of the night, and Dean was more than happy to oblige.

He couldn’t tell how long he had been kissing her for or even how she ended up almost on top of him. He just knew that she was. When they finally broke the kiss, he took a deep breath and looked down at her. He enjoyed the way her head rested against his chest while her fingers drew small patterns on his skin.

Her index finger circled the scar on his left side below his ribcage a few times, and Dean closed his eyes. He was starting to piece together what had happened. He remembered seeing her freeze up for a moment when Bela called out DJ’s full name, Dean Joseph Lafitte, after dinner when he almost knocked over a lamp in the living room. Y/N and Bela had disappeared into the kitchen while he and Benny were talking in the living room after DJ had been put to bed. Y/N had been quiet for the rest of the evening after that. He knew what was coming, but still he waited. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to know, but still he worried. He worried that the dangers of his job would be to much on her. That she would leave.

She stayed still in his arms, the only thing moving was her fingers as they traced over his skin. Her voice was low but relaxed when she finally spoke.

“How did this happen? It’s a bullet wound right?” She tilted her head, resting her chin against his chest as she waiting for him to speak. Dean took a deep breath and tightened his grip around her slightly, almost afraid that she would disappear right before him if he didn’t hold on to her.

“It’s an old wound. The only time I’ve ever really been shot…” Dean started but immediately regretted his choice of words when he saw her eyes widen.

“Really been shot?”

“Yeah… I mean I’ve been grazed a few times, but…” Dean twisted his upper arm so she could see the scar. “See just burns. Nothing serious.”

Dean saw the tears starting to form behind her eyes, and he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms back around her. He hated this. He loved his job, but the dangers of it… He didn’t want to burden her with those.

“I’m okay sweetheart. We don’t have to do this…” The stern look on her face stopped him, and he nodded as she spoke. “I need to hear this Dean.”

He closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath before he started talking. “It was 5 years ago. I had been a detective for a little over 6 month, and Benny had been my partner since day one. He erhm.. He’s a few years older than me, so he taught me the ropes. We became friends quickly, and I was the first he told when Bela got pregnant. He was so excited…” Dean took a small pause. Remembering that day was not as easy as he thought it would have been, and Dean was grateful for the loving expression on Y/N’s face. The soothing touch of her hand drawing circles on his biceps helped keep him calm and allowed him to keep going.

“He was on an undercover assignment, and he got made. I was his backup, but I was never supposed to go in. So I wasn’t wearing my vest. When things went south… me and a few other guys ran in. One guy almost got away. So Benny chased him, and I took after a minute later. He had Benny on the ground aiming at him when I caught up. So I took a shot.. Only… It was the first time I fired my gun at someone. So I didn’t... He went down, and I was dumb. I didn’t check on him. I went to Benny. He was hurt pretty bad. I just didn’t pay attention. The guy got up and knocked me out of the way. Then he aimed at Benny again… So I jumped in front if it. Some of the other guys showed at that point. I don’t remember much… It would have been my fault if DJ had grown up without a father. If I had just done my job in the first place…” Dean’s voice sounded more strained now. The memory of that day combined with the knowledge of what could have happened was taking a toll on him.

“Sssh you don’t have to say anything else… It’s okay. I get it.” Her hands cupped his face, and she leaned up, pressing her lips against his. Dean closed his arms around her and held her close as he fought back the tears, tears of happiness that she was still here. She wasn’t running or screaming at him. She still wanted him.

Dean rested his forehead against hers, gently rubbing her nose with his. “You’re amazing you know that?”

“Yes.” She grinned, making Dean chuckle.

“I am not sure how you do it,” he added, more serious this time, giving her a small squeeze.

“Do what?” She looked so adorably confused. It made Dean smile.

“Accept this. My job… I… If I knew you were getting shot at... I’m not sure I would ever let you leave the house.” Dean watched her expression change slightly. She suddenly looked a little more pale, but she took a deep breath. Dean instinctively knew she was gonna tell him something he didn’t want to hear.

“There have been shootings at the Clouds. Kids being involved with gangs and stuff. Never at our house,” she quickly added since she must have felt Dean tense up beneath her. She took another deep breath before she sat up, leaving Dean more than a little confused. He pushed himself up onto his elbow, watching her as she lifted the hem of her tank top to just below her breasts before taking his hand and guiding it over her creamy soft skin. He instantly felt it. The scar he knew was there but had never really given much thought to until now, and he froze as he listened to her words.

“A mom came at me after a court date last year. I had testified saying I believed her to be violent and that I recommended that her two kids would be placed in permanent foster homes. She called my name, and I turned without thinking… She had a kitchen knife, and she almost pierced my lung.

Dean felt every ounce of color drain from his face. The thought of her in a situation like that chilled him to the bone. It scared him more than taking that bullet ever would. The thought that he… that she… It was something he couldn’t even fathom. His grip got a little tighter.

“Is that the only time that’s happened?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No.”

The fear he felt morphed into a near palpable rage.

“I don’t want you going back there.”

“Excuse me?” She pushed free of his hold and stared down at him. “Did you just tell me what to do? To not go to work?!”

Dean knew he should take the words back, but he couldn’t. His fear that something would happen to her overwhelmed him, making him restless. He pushed himself up off the bed and started pacing the room. He needed to make her understand. He needed her safe. He had to make sure that she was safe.

“Dean. Would you stop pacing like a caged lion and fucking talk to me.” Her voice was high pitched, and Dean turned around to look at her to see that she was now standing in front of the bed, staring him down in challenge. She misunderstood everything, and suddenly Dean felt as if he was back to square one with her. She was looking at him like she wanted to kill him and her temper only fueled his.

“You can’t go back there. I don’t want you to work in a place like that. You could get hurt.” His words came out a lot harsher and angrier than he intended them to. He saw the rage in her eyes, in her entire body by the way she tensed up.

“Then I don’t want you to go back to work either. You are in way more danger than I will ever be.” She was screaming at him now, and Dean fought the urge to kick the chair beside him.

“It is not the same thing dammit. Being a cop. It is who I am Y/N…” She interrupted him, throwing a pillow at his face before he could get out another word.

“Being a social worker is who I am. I never thought you would be like this. Controlling…”

Dean glared at her. She didn’t understand. This wasn’t what it was about. He didn’t want to control her. He loved how strong and independent she was. Hell as stunning as she was, her real beauty was in her strength and capacity to love. He needed to make her understand. This wasn’t about control. This was about keeping her safe.

“God Dammit Y/N. It is not about control. I can’t lose you. Why can’t you see that? I don’t know what I would do if I lost you. I love you.”

Dean froze as soon as he realized the slip, and she stopped. The anger on her face disappeared instantly, and he could see the tears build behind her eyes. Fuck. What had he done? He didn’t want to tell her like this. He had known for a while, and of course he was going to say it. He just hadn’t wanted it to be like this. Not screaming at her. Not when they were having their first real fight.

“What did you say?” Dean couldn’t read her expression. What if she didn’t feel it? Should he take it back? He couldn’t. Even if he could, he didn’t want to. He slowly stepped towards her, his eyes never leaving hers as he took her hand in his. “I love you, Y/N. So fucking much. And I am sorry for being an ass, but the thought of seeing you hurt… it scares the shit out of me.”

He saw her watery eyes, and he was sure she was going to kick him out. That this would be the end. He opened his mouth to make it easier for her. That was the least he could do after how he’d just behaved, but she spoke before the words could leave him.

“I love you too, Dean.” Her eyes found his, and he lost control. He needed her, needed to show her how he felt. His lips crashed against hers. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. The kiss was passionate and heated, but soon the feeling of her in his arms was no longer enough. He needed to feel her. All of her. So he lifted her off her feet and gently lowering them both back onto the bed.

His lips and tongue began exploring her skin as he slowly undressed her, drawing soft moans from her. He soon had her gloriously naked before him. His eyes never left her perfect body as his fingers moved in and out of her wet heat, his tongue dancing over her clit, pushing her towards her high.

Fuck he loved watching her. Loved making her feel good. Loved that she let him. He wrung every last drop of pleasure he could from her before he was content. He watched her as he got up to remove his boxers. Her chest heaved, making her soft perfect breast sway a little. Her body glistened with sweat. Her hair mushed up and was almost curly from the perspiration on her forehead. Her eyes glazed over with lust and love as she reached out, calling out for him. Dean immediately obeyed her wish. He lowered himself down on top of her, kissing her deeply as he slowly pushed his cock inside her. Staying completely still for a minute, he was content to just feel her wrapped around him in every sense of the word. Her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Fuck he loved her.

Then he started moving. Slow, languid thrusts graced over her sweet spot, making her moan against his mouth. Dean had no idea how long he fucked her like that. Could have been a minute. Could have been hours. He didn’t care. He pulled back from their kiss to look her in the eye.

“I love you,” he repeated. He felt the effect his words had on her as she clenched down around him, clawing his back. “Dean, please…”

Then he let go. Fucking her into the mattress. Chasing both of their ends until she fell apart beneath him, screaming his name. Her walls squeezed down on him hard, pulling him with her over the edge.

“Jesus Christ…. Y/N/N.” Dean rested his head against her neck, letting her run her hands soothingly over his back.

“I love you, Dean.” His heart fluttered at her words, and he slowly pulled out of her before rolling them both over until she was resting back against his chest.

“I love you too.” He held her for a moment, letting his mind wander before speaking again.

“Sweetheart?” A contented sigh was his only response. “If things ever get dangerous like that again, promise me you won’t go alone. Take Cas with you. Promise me you’ll call me.”

She rested her chin on his chest and studied him for a moment. She didn’t seem angry this time, more like she was trying to read him. Make sure he was not trying to order her around, and when she seemed content that wasn’t the case, she spoke.

“I promise. If you promise me something?” Her voice was soft, but he felt the seriousness in her tone.

“Anything,” Dean gently ran his hands up and down her naked back, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Be careful. Don’t do anything stupid. Come home to me.” Dean could see the tears build behind her eyes, and he quickly leaned down to kiss her tenderly, pouring his every emotion into it.

“I’ll always come home to you.” Dean pulled her back against his chest, holding her tight, silently wishing he could keep that promise. He was going to do his damnedest to do so. No matter what happened, he would always fight to get back to her. She was his home now.

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