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[deans-baby-momma]

The Hunter and The Sheriff - Chapter 2

As soon as he was done chopping the head off of the last vampire, Dean knew what he needed to do.

He and his brother had just obliterated a nest of 15 vampires but it hadn't been easy. He had narrowly avoided getting shoved into a piece of rebar sticking out of a support beam in the seedy and dilapidated barn. Something that would've been fatal.

Dropping Sam back at the Bunker, Dean pointed the Impala northeast. It would take him eight hours but he needed to go, he needed her.

Never in his life had he felt this way, this pull to another person. Even with Lisa, he’d never felt this way; the need, the want, the desire to be in their presence.

But Donna wasn't Lisa. No, Donna knew the intricate parts of his life, his job. She knew that no news was good news so he didn't feel obliged to give her a call to update her all the time.

Not like with Lisa. Lisa always wanted to know his every location, his every move. Yes, she knew about his job seeing as Dean is the one that saved her son from the Changeling that was terrorizing her town but the constant checking in and her incessant need to know every detail of his days. It was overwhelming and made her unattractive.

It killed their relationship before it really began.

But Donna wasn't like that. She understood the life. Probably better than anyone ever had. Except Sam.

Dean didn't even bother calling Donna to tell her he was heading her way, he didn't have to. Their arrangement wasn't like that.

She hadn't alerted him before she showed up at the Bunker three months ago. Didn't mean he wasn'ts exhilarated to see her. And he proved it when Sam went out for some hippy-dippy show across town.

He'd fucked her on almost every surface in the underground shelter in appreciation.

He knows when he doesn't see her vehicle in the driveway that she's still at work. That's okay though; Donna had given him a key to the door.

So after parking Baby in the garage, he grabs his duffel, hoping there's at least one clean set of clothes in there because, honestly, he doesn't remember the last time he changed it out.

He gets in with no problem and heads straight to the shower. He's dirty, sweaty and stinky.

He is standing under the shower, reveling in the fantastic water pressure when something catches his attention. A sound that he can't quite decipher.

But then the curtain is ripped open and he smiles at what he sees. Donna fucking Hanscum stands in front of the hunter, completely nude with a blinding smile on her face.

“Hey-a! This is a great surprise,” she says as she steps into the stall with Dean, her hand rubbing up his arm, across his shoulder and cups the side of his head.

“Wanted to come see my girl,” Dean says as he leans into her touch.

Donna's legs are wrapped around his hips and her back is pressed into the shower wall as he rails into her, his dick spearing her cervix. Her moans are music to his ears.

Neither of them pay any mind that the water has turned frigid, the heat from both of their bodies keeping the lovers warm.

Dean can feel his end approaching but he staves it off because he can feel that Donna is right there: right on the precipice of one of the best orgasms of her life.

He slips a hand between them and starts rubbing her bud.

“Come on D,” he murmurs. “Let go. You're right there baby. That tight pussy is squeezing me so hard. Cum for me.”

He leans back and watches as the blonde’s eyes roll back and her body tenses. Then he feels it. Her warm juices coat his cock and splash against his groin.

Donna goes limp but Dean is ready for it, he knew she would lose all cognition after a climax that strong; he holds her tight, slowing his thrusts until she regain consciousness.

As soon as her blue eyes open, he smiles. “There's my pretty girl. You okay?”

“Oophta. I think I died,” Donna says with a giggle.

“Nah, sweetheart you just squirted,” Dean explains. “Was that your first time?”

“You betcha. It was……awesome!”

Dean smiles and kisses her lips. “Let's see if I can get you to do it again.”

He begins pounding into her willing body again, his fingers massaging and gently squeezing her quivering clit.

Unfortunately Dean meets his end before he can accomplish what he sat out to do but only because Donna starts whispering complete filth in his ear and he can't hold it in.

“Come on, Dean give me all that cock. God it feels good to be stretched around your dick.”

“Fucking my brains out takes on a whole new meaning when Dean Winchester is inside you. Fill me up baby. Shoot all that cum deep inside my cunt.”

“Maybe later we could play around with some of my toys? Oh you like that? Umph! Wanna fuck me with my pink dildo?”

“Oh god Dean! Please fill me up!”

Dean thrusts in to the hilt as he feels his cum explode from his body and floods Donna's pussy.

They laugh together as they both clean up in water that feels like it was piped in straight from Antarctica.

Once out of the shower, they dry off and both fall into bed completely nude and go to sleep.

The next morning Donna wakes to an empty bed. Or so she thought until she feels Dean's tongue flicking her clit.

“Good morning to me!” she exclaims as she looks down to see a tuft of spiky brown hair between her thighs.

Dean hums against her then sucks the nub into his lips.

Donna reaches down and spreads her labia to give him better access to her most intimate area.

Dean takes his right hand from her thigh and inserts a finger as he continues lavishing her clit with the most sinful attention

Hearing her moans and gasps spurs Dean on and he quickly adds another digit to the mix; scissoring her open until he could add a third.

Donna is vibrating from his ministrations, her body shuddering from the pleasure.

“Fuck!” Dean exclaims, taking his mouth off of her and looking down. “I've got my whole damn fist in your pussy Don! God damn! That's hot.”

Donna whimpers but doesn't say anything as she begins undulating her hips.

“You want me to fuck you with my fist? See if I can get my arm in there?”

“Umhmm,” Donna moans, her bottom lip trapped by her teeth.

Dean begins pumping his wrist and flexing his fingers and goes back to nibbling on the soppy cunt in front of him.

He had never met anyone that would even consider this. He didn't think it was possible but as he uncurls his fingers and plays with Donna's inside walls, he was glad that it's Donna who allowed it.

She was a friend, a colleague, an ally.

His dick strains against the mattress as he listens to Donna's moans of pleasure and satisfaction.

He grazes her clit with his teeth and Donna springs up to a sitting position, trapping his wrist underneath her.

“Holy shit!”

“You like that?” Dean smiles up at her, his lips wet with her arousal.

“Yea,” Donna says dreamily.

“I'm glad and I'll do it again,” he tells her. “But baby, you're breaking my wrist.”

“Oh!” Donna says as she realizes what she’s done. She lies back and Dean reluctantly withdraws from her body.

As he rubs his wrist with his other hand, he shifts off the end of the mattress. Before he gets too far, he is surprised when Donna drops to her knees on the floor and takes his cock in her hand.

“I've never thought this about any others, but you got the prettiest dick ever, Winchester. I just want to eat it up.”

Dean can't help but chuckle. “What's stopping ya darlin’?”

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[givekennyabreak]

Can you keep a secret? (Kenny Liu x f!reader)

Summary: Hiding a relationship isn't easy, even more so when your mom is Donna.

Word count: 1.6k. oops.

Request: "HEY! How are you? Kenny stories are fr limited to NONE in here like I've only seen you write about him or the series in general:( so I wanted to request if it's possible smth about reason being Donna's daughter that has a secret relationship with Kenny? And Donna finds out?:) thank you!❤️‍🩹"

Rating: M

Warnings: spoilers for season 1ep7 of From, canon compliant violence, blood mentions, implied some sexy times but nothing explicit, swearing, use of (Y/N).

A/N: This turned out angstier and longer than I expected. Hope you guys enjoy it!!

The station was quiet, for once.

Boyd left early in the morning to check the houses, as usual. The only person who was supposed to be there was the freckled deputy, loitering around waiting for something to happen – ‘Do not go visit the infirmary, please’ asked the sheriff, tired of the one-sided pining going on.

Little did he know, the actual person whom he should be worried about was a little ways far away from town.

“Oi, Kenny!” Boyd’s voice echoed within the station, reaching all possible spaces – including the evidence room, cluttered to the brim with boxes and unused junk,

and the two people who were currently making out furiously in it.

The couple broke the kiss with a gasp; Kenny groaned lightly, panting onto the woman’s neck. The giggle that escaped her was barely stifled, and she reluctantly pushed the man away from her own body, always with the utmost gentleness.

“Go on, before he comes inside.”

Kenny whispered her name, almost in a whine, but gave in as soon as their noses touched and she rubbed them together twice. “I’ll see you tonight, my love.”

A light flush made itself home on Kenny’s cheeks. He kissed the woman one last time, lingering for a few seconds, before he heard Boyd’s footsteps entering the station.

“Over here!” The freckled man shouted back, leaving the room in a hurry and fumbling with his pants. “Was in the bathroom.”

Boyd’s forehead creased slightly. “Do you not flush?”

Kenny blinked.

The older man smiled. “I’m fucking with you. Come on, I need you at the Matthew’s house.”

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“What’s that on your stomach?” (Y/N) jumped. Her mom had the worst habit of sneaking up behind her at terrible times.

Donna did it without a single ounce of regret, though; as if out of a protective instinct or pure sadism, the young woman didn’t know.

“My stomach?” Play dumb, play dumb.

“Yes, your stomach.” Donna crossed her arms over her chest, with that suspicious expression on her face: eyes narrowed, eyebrows up high on her forehead, mouth pressed into a thin line. “Those very dark marks right over there.”

Think fast-

“Oh, the bruises.” She hummed, with an awkward grin threatening to show on her lips. “I bumped into the couch, and the table. You know how clumsy I can be, mom.”

Donna leaned onto the doorframe, watching as her daughter pulled a large t-shirt over her head; a large t-shirt that was not hers, but also didn’t belong to anyone on colony house. “I know you’re a klutz, and I could’ve believed you if those hickeys weren’t fucking patterned.”

The woman felt her cheeks burn, and an embarrassment she never felt before took control of her own body. She tugged at the hem of the olive-green shirt – Kenny’s shirt – and noticed she set herself up to failure.

She could never lie, anyway.

“Mom-”

“No, no. Do not ‘mom’ me.” Donna finally uncrossed her arms, in favor of grabbing her daughter’s shoulders. She looked up at (Y/N), green eyes full of worry. “I’m not angry because of that. I’m not a prude, and I don’t care if you’re getting it on, but I know it’s not someone from colony house because you’ve been sneaking into town for weeks now.”

The blonde breathed in deeply, as her daughter kept silent.

“You know that place only has crazy people.”

The young woman huffed, shrugging off her mother’s hands. They fell limply by her side, and Donna felt the storm oncoming as (Y/N) narrowed her eyes.

“Mom, you know I love you and everyone here.” The young woman said, fists clenching. “But no one, no one in this place is stable. We live with literal monsters; you know what that does to a person, and we’ve seen the worst happen.”

She stepped around Donna, stopping by the door; with a heavy sigh, she touched the slight bulge on the pocket of her jeans. “Please, can you trust me this once?”

A beat of silence followed, and then, the blonde was the one who walked out the door. “If I find out who it is, I’ll shoot them.”

The older woman’s back was all (Y/N) saw as she stood rooted to the ground by her bedroom door. She could hear people cheering, and Fatima’s voice as her anniversary rolled by.

She didn’t have any energy left.

A small sigh left the woman’s lips as she closed her door. She sat down then, her back to it as she took the round object out of the jeans’ pocket; one of the talismans, the one Kenny gave to her as a protective measure.

(“You worry too much.” She mumbled, but grinned nonetheless.

“Better safe than sorry.”)

A scream tore through the air.

A scream of pain; fear, horror, sheer panic.

(Y/N) scrambled to her feet, and opened the door with a harsh yank.

It was dark, but they were inside, right? No one opened anything, right?

A grinning face stared at the woman from across the hall.

A pale face, with lips pulled a little too wide apart to be normal. From somewhere outside her door, a loud shriek sounded and droplets of blood hit her right cheek.

That was enough to make the young woman stumble back and close the door with a loud thud, locking it with such speed that startled herself; on her other hand, the talisman felt heavy. The string tied around it was thin, but firm enough to loop the end around the doorknob three times without falling. A simple knot kept it in place, and (Y/N) stepped back as the doorknob jiggled once.

The footsteps retreated, and another scream echoed downstairs.

It worked.

It fucking worked.

The woman stumbled back, falling on her ass as she heard all the commotion throughout the place she learned to love after all the tragedy that hit her life; her mom, her aunt-

She just hoped they didn’t get Donna.

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Boyd was the first to shout when the van arrived in front of the station.

“What the fuck happened?!”

Donna ushered people in, panicked. “They got in.”

“Where’s Ellis?”

“I don’t know.”

“Where is he?!”

“I don’t know. I’m sorry.” The blonde finally cracked, hands trembling. “My kid was in there too, Boyd. I don’t know where she is either.”

The sheriff’s eyes softened.

“Let’s get these people inside."

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The screams stopped a few hours ago.

The things didn’t try to get inside the room again; they just loitered around, mocking (Y/N) with familiar voices and honeyed promises, hoping she’d be swayed enough to let them in and do their little bloody fuck fest with her disemboweled body laying on the floor.

She knew how they acted; she was there on the first day in the van, she hid in the bushes with Donna as her aunt screamed and screamed-

The first voice she heard was Boyd’s.

It was the only thing that brought (Y/N) back to here and now, as she looked outside her window and saw the sun rising up, up, up in the sky. With trembling legs, the young woman stood up and walked to the door. She undid the knot, tugged on the string and pulled the talisman toward herself.

With a ‘click’, the door was unlocked and pulled open.

There’s so much blood.

On the floor. The walls. The rails.

She tried to step around the crimson puddles, but gave up near the top of the stairs. Slowly, as if trying not to slip and tumble down, (Y/N) descended the steps; the voices grew louder, and a sigh left her lips as she heard Fatima and Ellis amidst the others.

Finally, she arrived at the entrance of colony house, and breathed deeply as she walked out the entrance door.

The voices stopped.

Harsh, bright sunlight hit the young woman’s eyes as she looked out towards the crowd of people standing on the grass. Her eyes flitted around the familiar faces quickly, until two of the most familiar voices shouted her name.

She almost fell down the last step to the lawn as a body tackled hers; the smell of peppermint and sawdust took over her senses as the sturdy, warm body of her boyfriend enveloped hers.

“Kenny.”

“You’re alive.” He whispered, relief flooding through his voice. “You’re-”

“I’m here, love.” She answered softly, talisman still clutched tightly on her left hand. “It worked. The talisman- you- you saved me.”

Warm droplets slid down her neck as Kenny sniffled against her; he had gone through so much in such little time, lost so much.

He couldn’t lose her too.

Donna walked up to the couple, her eyes meeting (Y/N)’s. The young woman smiled at her, teary eyed, as she untangled herself from the freckled deputy. The relief that washed over Donna was overwhelming; she thanked every possible deity out there that kept her kid safe in such a shitshow.

They met halfway; the blonde wrapped her daughter in a tight embrace, and they just held each other there, on the lawn.

“’m sorry, mom.” (Y/N) sniffled, lips trembling. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, kid.” Donna replied, noticing the talisman clutched tightly on the young woman’s hand. Kenny looked at her a few steps away, and she pursed her lips in understanding. “I’m sorry, too.”

“He-”

“I know.” The blonde let go of her, and beckoned the deputy over.

He stopped right beside (Y/N), and took her hand in his, lacing their fingers as if it was second nature.

“Thank you, Kenny.” Donna said, loud and clear. The freckled man smiled, but she held up a finger to silence him. “But if you do anything that makes her upset,”

She looked straight into his eyes. “I will not hesitate to shoot you.”

“Mom!”

Donna held in a smile.

She’d let it slide this time.

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[myloversgone]

What Happens in Vegas…

Summary: Dean and Donna are in a relationship and, when they go to Las Vegas on vacation, she makes a decision that can change everything…

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Warnings: +18 story! Do not read if you’re underage! Smut, descriptions of sex, oral sex (f and m receiving), p in v, dirty talk, little tiny bit of angst and body insecurities. Post series finale. 

Word count: 7,100~ (I’m sorry I have no self-control)

A/N: What inspired me to write this story was Briana Buckmaster’s Instagram post about JIBCon 2023. I used her photos for the header. I hope you enjoy it! 

A/N 2: This story can be read both as a one-shot or as a sequel to On My Way To You. Your choice ;)

A/N 3: I don’t own the song lyrics or the gif I used in this story. If you’re the owner of the gif, let me know and I’ll happily include the source. 

MY MASTERLIST

Since Chuck was defeated, monsters got more rare and hunting became more of a side job for the Winchesters than their main activities. For Dean, that also meant he got to spend more time with Donna.

They’ve been together for almost three years but, for most of that time, they would be away from each other for long periods. With the defeat of their biggest enemy, Donna kept her work as a Sheriff, while Dean became a mechanic, taking jobs mostly in restoring classic cars, and going on hunts from time to time.  

With his job being the more flexible one, Dean would usually go to Donna’s place so she didn’t have to ask for days-off and vacations all the time.

One afternoon, Donna got an early shift; the last one before her long-awaited vacation. She managed to take 15 days off, and she planned to spend each and every second of them with Dean, who had arrived in Stillwater that same morning. 

They didn’t have any specific plans for her vacation but, on the way home, Donna had an idea.

“Dean, I’m home!”, she yelled from the front door as she entered the house.

“Hey, sweetheart”, he greeted, coming from the kitchen to meet her.

“Hey you”, Donna smiled, showing her dimples. She wrapped her arms around Dean’s neck while his circled her waist, squeezing her body against his and giving her a long kiss.

Donna moaned into his mouth. She would never get tired of kissing him. He was so thorough, so passionate and attentive. He would put his feelings in the smallest kiss, and she could always tell how much he cared about her with the simplest touches. 

The woman pushed her fingers through Dean’s hair. It was longer now, for the first time since she met him and, according to Sam, for the first time ever. After a lot of convincing from her part, he agreed to let it grow a little. Everytime a strand would fall on his face, Donna’s heart leaped in her chest. It was the sexiest thing ever. She didn’t know how he managed to look better with age, but she found Dean sexier now than when she met him all those years ago. 

Dean was also sporting a beard, but stopping him from shaving so often didn’t take too much convincing from her part. All it took was one wild night where he ate her out like it was his last meal, and his scruff left burns on her inner thighs. The morning after, when he saw the marks, he felt convinced enough.

“Dang it, thank goodness I’m on office duty today, ‘cause walking and running around with my pants scratching my thighs would be a pain in the ass…”, Donna mumbled in front of the mirror, checking the red marks while getting dressed for work. She shimmied into her pants and Dean came to stand behind her.

“You know you look damn sexy with these burn marks, right?”, he asked, kissing her neck, exposed by the tight bun her hair was tied into. That day, she ended up getting late for work. 

Now, back in her living room, they broke the kiss, and Dean looked at her with bedroom eyes. “How was your day, beautiful?”

She blushed, like everytime he gave her a compliment. “It went fine, but I was counting the seconds to come home to see you, ‘cause I have an idea”. Donna said, smiling and placing a feathery kiss on his lips. She went past him, in the direction of the stairs leading to the bedroom.

Dean turned around to watch her climbing the stairs, openly ogling her ass. He loved that he didn’t have to steal glances anymore.

“Oh, yeah? And what idea is that?”, he asked, tailing Donna, taking two steps at a time to get to the bedroom’s door with her.

She looked at him over her shoulder, proceeding to take off her Sheriff uniform. “How do you feel about going to Vegas?”.

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Dean loved the idea. It was going to be their first road trip together, the first time he was taking Donna on a long journey in the Impala. She didn’t even try to persuade him to fly to Las Vegas, because at that point, she knew all about his fear of planes. Plus, she loved the idea of being on the road with Dean and his beloved car. 

The whole trip took two days. They stopped in a nice little hotel to get some rest, and three or four times in secluded spaces on mostly empty roads to make out whenever the sexual tension inside the car was too much for any of them to handle.

The rest of the time, they spent singing along to old rock songs on the radio, eating snacks, or chatting. Donna would usually sit right beside Dean, her head on his shoulder while he gently caressed her curly hair. She would fall asleep sometimes, feeling comfortable and safe by his side, but she did her best to stay awake, keeping him company. 

Every once in a while, Donna would get lost in watching Dean drive. The way he owned that driver’s seat, how his long, broad body filled up the space, it was fascinating to her. 

One of those times, Dean caught her looking.

“Why you staring at me, sweetheart?”, he asked, stealing a glance at her, eyes coming back to the road a second later.

“It’s just that- dang it, Winchester, am I the luckiest lady or the planet or what? Still can’t believe you chose me, ya know”, she shook her head, feeling a little emotional all of a sudden.

Dean looked at her again and reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers together and bringing it to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “You chose me too, D. You could’ve kicked my butt when I flirted with ya, or I could’ve been just a one time thing for ya, but you gave me a chance when I was deep down in the hunter life. I had nothing to offer and you still believed in me”. 

Donna was again leaning her head on his shoulder, but she turned her face into his direction. “Watcha talking about? You stood by my side every time, during hunts, with my dickbags exes, you showed me I deserved someone good. You’re not just a pretty little face, Dean-o, you’re my guy”, she said, reaching up to give him a quick kiss.

He smiled against her lips, whispering “I love you, D-Train”.

She placed her head comfortably on his shoulder again. “I love you too, Dean-o. ‘Sides, Jody always told me you had it bad for me. I just needed to check if she was right”.

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They arrived in Vegas before it was dark, and went straight to their room to shower and leave their luggage. The plan was to be quick so they could have dinner at the hotel’s restaurant and enjoy the casino. 

They ended up getting late because Dean decided to join Donna in the shower.

After dinner, Donna watched Dean playing poker for a while, then they went to play pool together. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, watching her moving in the tight black turtleneck and blue jeans that accentuated every curve of her gorgeous body. 

There were two guys playing in the other pool table right next to theirs and, apparently, one of them couldn’t take his eyes off of Donna too, Dean noticed. He would openly ogle her ass every time she bent over the table to play.

Donna didn’t seem to notice it. She took playing pool seriously. She wanted to win and Dean was a great player, so she focused on the game and her boyfriend. Also because he looked freaking amazing, and she couldn’t stop looking at him anyways. 

But Dean wasn’t about to let a random dude ogle Donna, not only because she was with him, but also because the guy was being a freak. So when it was his turn to play, he moved to her side of the table, walking behind her and sneaking one arm around her waist, hugging her. Donna leaned against him, and he gave her a kiss on the cheek. Her smile showed her cute dimples, and she returned Dean’s caress, kissing the corner of his mouth. He squeezed her tighter and said “I love you”, loud enough for the guy to hear. 

Dean played and sneaked a glance to the other table. The weird dude and his friend had left. 

Later in the night, Dean went back to playing cards, but Donna wasn’t feeling like it, so she stayed with him for a while and looked around the casino, observing other guests and thinking about what she wanted to do next. In one corner of the room, there was a karaoke machine.

Dean was focused on the game, but he noticed when Donna left his side. He followed her with his eyes. Her back was turned to him while she talked to a woman, an employee of the casino and, when she turned around, she had a microphone in her hands and a playful smile on her face. 

Suddenly, he forgot all about the cards. Donna had a great voice, but she would never sing in public. Only when it was just the two of them. He’d told her she was really good, but she said he was just being nice. So the perspective of watching her sing in front of strangers made Dean feel excited, proud, and aroused, all at once. 

When the song started, he knew which one it was before Donna could even open her mouth.

I love myself

I want you to love me

When I feel down

I want you above me

I search myself

I want you to find me

I forget myself

I want you to remind me

I don't want anybody else

When I think about you

I touch myself

As she sang, she ran her free hand on the sides of her body, moving with the rhythm of the music, shaking her head and her hips in an exaggerated but very sexy way, in Dean’s opinion. Cards completely forgotten on the table, he turned his chair around to have a better view of his girlfriend.

Donna put all of her powerful voice and confidence into the performance, eyes glued to Dean while she sang. She was doing that for herself, as an ego boost, just to prove that she could (with the help of a few drinks - baby steps), but it was also for him. Dean taught her that it was okay to speak her mind, to talk about sex and fantasies and how she wanted to be touched; how she wanted to feel. With that song, she couldn’t be more clear.

When the music stopped, the audience applauded and whistled. A few women went to the stage to compliment Donna, and even from a distance, Dean could see she blushed when a woman said “you should be a professional singer!”. When the ladies left, she walked back to him and he went to meet her halfway.

“So”, she started, staring at her feet and smoothing invisible wrinkles on her clothes, “what d’ya think about my performance?”, Donna asked, a dimpled smile adorning her features.

Dean was smirking, green eyes sparkling with delight. “Sweetheart, do you even need to ask? That was fucking awesome and incredibly sexy”, he answered, pulling her into a hug followed by a hot kiss.

She smiled against his lips. “Thank you. It’s true, though”, Donna stated when they broke the kiss.

“What is?”, Dean questioned, intoxicated with her taste.

“What the song says”. She watched his still confused expression. He really was inebriated. “I mean, when I think about you I do touch myself”, she whispered in his ear, standing on her tiptoes.

Dean felt her revelation going straight to his cock. If he hadn’t been already head over heels for her before, now he surely was. 

“Jesus fuck, Sheriff Hanscum, you cannot say those things and expect me to not drag you to our room and have my way with you”, he said, circling her waist with one arm and guiding her in the direction of the elevators.

“Oh, well, I’d say mission accomplished then!”, she giggled, excited for what was to come.

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After the night of fun and games, singing and drinking, they were both a little tipsy and eager to be alone. Their room was on the fifth floor and Dean couldn’t take his hands off of her, not even during the short elevator trip.

When they reached their destination, Donna opened the door and pulled her boyfriend inside. She locked the door and turned around to look at Dean, who was standing at the foot of the bed, hands in his pants pockets, staring at her with the most sexy smile, strands of hair falling on his forehead.

She bit her lip, smiling back.

“I had so much fun, babe”, she said, approaching him seductively. “And you look so very handsome all in black”, she raised her head to give him a kiss, and Dean wrapped his arms around her, taking the moment to run his hands all over her curves again. 

“And you look hot as always, D”, he told her, squeezing her against his chest and lifting her chin to deepen the kiss, thoroughly licking inside her mouth, leaving Donna breathless. She threw her arms over his shoulders, sinking her fingers into the longer hair on the nape of his neck. 

Dean broke the kiss and nibbled and sucked lightly on her jaw, making her throw her head back to expose her neck to him. 

Between kisses and kitten licks, Dean would groan and nuzzle her, as Donna pressed her body further into his. 

When Dean’s hands went under her blouse, she stopped him. 

“Wait, Dean. I wanna take a picture. We both look fancy!”, she asked, excited, releasing him and searching for her phone in the tiny bag she placed on the bed when they arrived. Dean gave her a frustrated look, but she winked at him. “I gotcha, cowboy. We are not done. I just need to register this moment”, the blonde reassured.

She positioned the phone on the small vanity opposite to the bed. Dean came closer, resting his elbow on the back of the chair in front of the piece of furniture. When they were both ready, she clicked the button multiple times. 

Donna checked the photos. “Oh, my, we look too serious! Let’s try smiling, okay?”.

Four or five pictures later, Dean was done with it. “God, woman, my face hurts from smiling!”. His grumpy complaint made Donna laugh out loud, and seeing her laugh made Dean laugh too, which resulted in a cute photo of them with beautiful smiles.

“Okay, I think we have enough pics! Lemme choose one to send to Jody and the gals”, said Donna, stretching her arm to grab the phone. But Dean was faster, and he swooped her into his arms before she could reach it. 

She was laughing in surprise, and Dean threw her on the bed, laying on top of her, watching her amusement with nothing but pure admiration in his eyes.

“Damn, my girl is a bombshell”, he stated, taking in every detail of her, luscious, wavy blonde hair splayed on the pillows, rosy cheeks and dimples adorning her pretty face.

She averted his gaze, blushing with his compliment even after all those years. “Am not”, Donna dodged his comment.

“Yes, you are, baby. Beautiful, hot, sexy, all blonde and perfect and mine”, he insisted. She placed her hand on his cheek, thumb lightly caressing his full lips.

Dean leaned down and kissed her deeply, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She moaned underneath him and pulled back to take her top off, exposing her black lacy bra to his gaze. She worked on unbuttoning his shirt then, while he kissed the air out of her.

When Donna was done with Dean’s shirt, her hands traveled down to his pants, unfastening them. She could see the bulge of his erection stretching the cloth. Her mouth watered in anticipation. Her boyfriend was beautiful all over, and the excitement she felt the first time she saw him naked never really faded. It was still there, every time he got out of the shower or undressed in front of her. 

But Dean grabbed her wrists and pinned her hands above her head. By then, she was only in her lingerie. He had worked fast on removing her pants, eager to feel her skin.

Dean’s mouth went to her neck and collarbone, slowly working his way down. When he reached her breasts, he gently bit the meaty part right above the cups of her bra.

“Mmmm, D, your tits are amazing”, he said, voice muffled while still working his magic with his tongue and lips. “I could spend hours using my mouth on them and make you cum with just that”, Dean looked up at her, green eyes glistening, locks of hair falling over his forehead. He looked devilishly handsome.

Donna moved under him, opening her legs wider to fit Dean’s body in between and, hopefully, get some friction where she needed it the most. “I know you could, cowboy, but not today. You’re killing me here”, she pleaded, already breathing hard.

“Tell me what you want, baby girl”, he teased, releasing her wrists so he could use both hands to take off her bra.

“Want you in me, Dean”, she moaned, and the sight of her bare chest and her needy request made his cock twitch in his pants. 

He desperately wanted to fuck her hard and deep, make her scream and sweat under him, but he also wanted to tease her a little, enjoy her creamy skin and generous curves, get lost on her body, smell her, taste her as much as he could. Dean felt like he could spend his entire life with Donna and never get enough of her. 

“I wanna taste you, sweetheart. Can I?”, he kept going, mouth glued to her skin, releasing her left nipple and leaving it sensitive. He was kissing her navel, with his hands on her hips, arms hooked under her knees to keep her open for him.

“Oh, for goodness sake, Dean, just do it already”, she cried desperately, writhing under him.

He chuckled and kissed her lower belly, right above the panty line. “Do you know how much I love your skin, Donna? How soft you are? How the curve of your hips drives me crazy?”, his fingers were digging onto her sides, his huge, calloused hands holding her, then descending to the curve of her butt. “You’re so fucking hot, it’s unbelievable”.

“Stop teasing, dirty boy”, she asked, taking action this time. She freed her legs and got a hold of him with them, using her knees and heels to pull Dean up and reach his mouth, giving him a passionate, open mouthed kiss. She sucked on his plump lower lip, positioning her arms around his muscular shoulders. Dean still managed to sneak his hand between her legs, pressing over her mound with his palm, long, thick fingers easily finding her center.

“So wet for me, D. So beautiful”, he complimented against her lips. Donna sighed in relief and satisfaction, finally having him where she wanted. Well, she actually wanted Dean to fuck her, to fill her up in that way that only him could, but she wouldn’t deny being pleasured by his fingers, not at all. Especially because he knew exactly how to make her crazy with those massive hands of his.

“Oh, Lord, I need to feel you, Dean. Please, honey”, Donna gave him her best Minnesota drawl, knowing that her boyfriend couldn’t deny her anything when she spoke like that. 

She was right. Dean groaned and stood on his knees on the bed, ripping her panties off. Literally. The lacy fabric was turned into scrapes, making her gasp in surprise and excitement. They’ve been crazy in the bedroom before, but not rip-your-clothes-off crazy. She felt herself getting wetter, knowing that anything he wanted to do would be wonderful.

Dean wasn’t as willing to keep teasing Donna as he was before. She was driving him mad with her little noises and her begging, he was almost sending all the tease to hell and skipping right to the main attraction. She used to be so quiet and shy in bed, that having her leading him on was incredibly arousing. 

When she was completely, beautifully naked in front of him, her perfect wet cunt exposed to his sight, making his mouth water, he thought it was time for him to feel more of that amazing skin of her against his. Also, his pants were way too tight with how hard his cock was.

So he threw what was left of her panties aside and started to unbutton his pants. Donna sat on the bed and helped him with it, throwing the piece of clothing into a corner of the room when she was done. 

She kissed his naked chest and down, putting her mouth right where the line of hair started under his belly button. Dean knew what her intentions were, but he couldn’t take it now. Maybe later, definitely later, but first he needed to taste her. 

“No, no, not now. C’mere”, he pulled her up, holding her chin with one hand and taking her hand in his other one. He guided it to the front of his boxers, making her feel how painfully hard he was.

“Look how hard you make me. Lemme taste you now, lemme do it so you’ll be ready for me”, he said against her mouth, his face inches from hers, his hot breath forming goosebumps on her skin. 

“Yes, babe. Do it”, she whispered in response, squeezing and caressing his cock through the thin cloth. 

Dean gave her one more wet kiss, placing his hand on the back of her head and gently pushing her to lay back on the bed. He remained on top of her and between her legs, letting go of her lips and keeping eye contact while snaking down her body.

He started by kissing her pussy, right below the patch of hair she kept neatly trimmed. Then, Dean used his thumb and index finger to spread her lips and expose her clit, immediately putting his mouth on it. With the first contact of the tip of his tongue, Donna was moaning loudly.

“Ohhh, good Lord in Heaven”, she threw her head back, fists holding the sheets tightly.

Dean moaned, knowing very well how the vibration of his voice would increase the pleasure. He started sucking and licking on the little nub, adding a finger into her entrance right after, heart racing in anticipation when he felt how slick and wet she was. 

He licked her thoroughly, pressing his nose and chin into her, fucking her with his tongue and pushing her closer to the edge with every movement.

It didn’t take long for Donna to come, calling his name and holding onto fistfuls of his hair.

Dean stood on his knees again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand while she recovered.  

He removed his boxers, giving her a full view of his perfect body and of how hard he was.

“Jesus H, Winchester. You have no business looking that good”, Donna stated between labored breaths, watching him. Dean chuckled and laid down by her side, supporting his head with one arm and circling her waist with the other to pull her body closer and kiss her.

Donna could taste herself and the whiskey they drank during dinner in Dean’s mouth. She sucked on his tongue, moaning. That man’s mouth was made for kissing, she had no doubt.

He ran his hands all over her curves, enjoying her softness and warmth. He couldn’t help but return to her breasts, giving both a good squeeze and pinching her nipples.

She gasped against his mouth, breaking the kiss. “I want you now, Dean”, Donna said, looking right into his eyes, the brown of her irises glistening.

“You have me, baby”, he answered, positioning his body on top of her and entering her slowly, just the tip first, knowing he was not small and even with how wet she was, he needed to be careful to not hurt her.

Dean asked if she was ok, to which Donna nodded, biting on her lower lip while watching the wide head of his cock stretching her pussy. 

He pushed further, halfway through his length, and she shivered, throwing her head back. 

“Ooooh, fuuuck”, Donna cursed under her breath, sinking her nails into his bicep, the feel of him inside of her too good to handle.

“It’s okay, beautiful, I’ll go slow so you can take all of me”, he grinned proudly, making her giggle.

“Gimme more, big boy”, she pleaded, shimmying her hips to pull him deeper.

He finally buried himself to the root. He could feel all of her, her walls constricting around him, increasing his pleasure almost to the unbearable.

“Wow, D, you feel so fucking good”, he said, kissing her again and pulling his cock almost all the way out, just to push it all in again, making her moan and whimper.

“You too, cowboy. You’re stretching me so good, it’s so hot”, she reached down his back, squeezing one buttcheek to take him deeper. At the same time, Dean angled his hips upwards, pressing right into her clit, and she cried in pleasure. 

Crossing her ankles behind his knees, she made herself even tighter, while Dean fucked her deep, long strokes hitting the perfect spot. 

Donna lifted her torso from the bed, arms around her boyfriend’s neck, and kissed him, pulling his plump lower lip between her teeth. She threw her head back and moaned loudly, and Dean softly nibbled her throat and snapped his hips harder against hers, fucking her into the matress. He could tell she was close and she could feel him too, deliciously pulsing inside her.

To make sure she would come first, Dean sneaked his hand between their bodies and pressed his palm over her mound, pushing her clit against his dick and keeping the upwards movements with his hips, knowing it would be enough to drive her off the edge.

“Open your eyes, Donna. Look at me when you come on my cock”, he commanded between his teeth, jaw clenched in an effort to keep going while she hit her peak.

Donna did her best to obey, even through the fog of incredible pleasure she was in. Her pussy tightened and Dean groaned louder. He buried himself impossibly deep and the angle of his hips was exactly what she needed to cum, shaking and trembling under him, digging her nails into his muscular back, her eyes open and boring into his, pupils dilated and face contorted as her body experienced the strong orgasm.

The tightness of her was enough to trigger Dean’s release, and he guided her through her orgasm while he throbbed inside her. He mouthed a throaty “fuck” when it was his turn to cum, flooding her with his warm seed.

Donna could feel Dean’s cum leaking down her pussy, her ass and the back of her thighs. He was fucking her so deep, keeping his cock buried like he wanted to plant his seed into her. She rotated her hips, adding to both their pleasures and milking him dry. Dean panted and grunted, face buried in her neck, and she knew he had an amazing ride too.

Once they were both done, Dean didn’t move, with half of his body still laying on top of Donna, his softening cock still inside of her. He gave a deep, exaggerated sigh and she chuckled, kissing his shoulder. 

“You ok, Dean-o?”, she teased, the hands that were around his neck now descending to caress his back slowly. 

“Oh, yes. I couldn’t be better. I might need a few hours to be back on my feet, though”, he muttered, face still buried on the junction of her neck and shoulder.

Donna chuckled, and decided to keep pushing his buttons. “Oh, ok. I was kinda expecting you to be ready for another round soon. I mean, I could be on top this time-”

Dean didn’t even let her finish talking and he was already holding her waist and quickly flipping them over, so she would be straddling his hips.

Donna left out a squeal and started laughing her ass off. “My lordy, Winchester, I really learned how to win you over, huh?”, she said, leaning down to give him a kiss.

“You know I’d do anything to have you on top of me”, he said after they pulled apart. 

He pushed her long hair out of the way and placed one hand on the side of her neck, guiding her into the kiss while his other hand was running up and down her thigh, the softness of her skin against his calloused palm a perfect contrast.

“Anything?”, she asked, whispering inches away from lips and grinding her center down his cock that, she could feel, was getting hard again.

“Yes, baby. Anything. Anything to watch you riding me, those beautiful tits bouncing just for me”, Dean reached behind her, holding his cock and guiding it back inside her. Donna took him with a sigh of satisfaction. “I wanna appreciate all of you, D. Every perfect inch”, he stated, thrusting up into her as she grounded down, both of them finding that perfect rhythm, that push and pull that would once more prove how they were meant to be together.

“You’re so amazing, Dean”, Donna said, sitting back on him and guiding his hands to her breasts. “You make me feel beautiful”.

“You are beautiful, sweetheart”.

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Her head was on his chest, and Donna drew lazy patterns on the muscles covering his ribs. She always loved the smell of him, but especially right now, when it was a mix of the cologne she bought him as a birthday gift, sweat, and sex. The perfect combination. 

“I love you, Dean”, she bluntly said, lifting her head to look at his face. He’d been toying with her hair, curling the waves between his fingers. He stopped and looked down at her; she was smiling.

He smiled back, thinking that the life he had now was so much more than he ever thought he deserved, that he never thought was even possible. “I love you too, D-Train”. 

She kissed his chest and started to move with the intention of getting up. 

“Where ‘you going?”, asked Dean, not happy with the loss of her body on top of his.

“I’ll be right back, cowboy, just gonna get the PJs I have in my suitcase and-”

Dean interrupted her explanation by moving fast, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling her back to him by her waist.

She squeaked and giggled, having been caught completely off-guard this time. “Dean Winchester, whatta hell ‘you doing?”

With her on his lap, he kissed her shoulder and neck, nuzzling and inhaling her scent before answering. “I’m stopping you from getting dressed”.

“Why?”, she questioned, raising an eyebrow and twisting on his lap so she could face him.

“‘Cause there’s no point. I’m gonna undress you again, probably sooner than later. So, if you wanna sleep now, you better sleep naked and save me the trouble later”, he winked at her, and she pushed her fingers through his hair.

“Fiiine”, she rolled her eyes in fake annoyance and leaned forward to give him a kiss before they would lay side by side, falling in a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

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Donna woke up in the middle of the night with her bladder so full she thought it might explode. Doing her best to not disturb Dean’s sleep, she got out of bed as stealthy as possible, walking to the bathroom but stopping halfway to steal a glance at her boyfriend. 

He was sleeping on his stomach, arms tucked under the pillow. She admired the round muscles on his shoulders and biceps, and how the dim light touched the dip in the middle of his back, accentuating the plain muscles she loved so much. He looked peaceful and so, so beautiful, she could barely believe he was real.

She smiled and resumed her path.

As she was washing her hands after peeing, she got lost in her thoughts, and the resolution to make a big decision settled in her loving heart. But first, she needed to talk to someone.

"Hey, Jack", she called in a whisper, looking up, uncertain of how exactly this thing would work. It's not like she had a personal, direct connection with God before.

Somehow, she knew he was listening, so she cleared her throat and kept going, still in a whisper, deciding it was better to say it out loud than just think.

"Okay, Jackie-boy, I hope things are okay up there and that you're not too busy right now. If you are, you can listen to this message later… or, whatever. Not sure if you have a voicemail or something". She shook her head, feeling foolish but needing to get on with what she wanted to do.

"I just wanted to say that I'm doing something life-changing in a few hours, and I want to ask you to help me with that. I mean, if what I'm gonna do is too crazy, can you please stop me before I do it?", she chuckled and tears filled her eyes.

"I don't think I need to go into much detail, 'cause you probably know what I'm talking about, since you're God and all, so… yeah, if you can just do your stuff and guide me through this, that would be great". Donna took a deep breath and some tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Oh, and I also wanna thank ya, by the way. Whatever happens- doesn't matter how life goes for me… if- if for some reason Dean and I don't… if we don't get to stay together", she stopped herself, the mere thought of being without Dean breaking her heart into a million pieces. "I just need you to know that I'm grateful for every single second I've spent with him so far. He changed my life for the best and I-", her voice broke in a cry of happiness and fear, all at once, "I love him very much. He's the best man I've ever met". She took another deep breath, closing her eyes and wiping away the tears. 

Donna opened the bathroom door and went back to the bedroom. Dean hadn't moved, and she really didn't want to wake him up, but she couldn’t help but curl up into his side when she laid down. Without opening his eyes, Dean turned on his side, making space for her and throwing his arm around her waist. She closed her eyes and went back to sleep, at peace with her decision and hoping for the best.

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The next morning, Dean woke up to the sight of a naked Donna between his legs, lightly scratching his thighs with her fingernails. When he opened his eyes, she gave him a wet kiss on a spot dangerously close to his groin, instantly waking up his dick.

“‘Morning, handsome”, she sang, giving him another kiss, this time on his pelvis, right above the patch of hair framing his cock. 

“‘Morning to you too, Sheriff. What are you doing down there? Trying to murder me?”, he asked, voice thick with sleep.

“Nah, just wanna put my mouth on ya. Ya know, repay what you did for me last night”, she replied, kissing the root of his hard cock. Even though Dean recognized he had great stamina, the way his body reacted so fast to Donna was amazing even to himself. He felt like he was 20 and horny all the time.

“You don’t have to pay me back-”

She interrupted him by holding his cock and surrounding it with her mouth. Donna moaned and sucked eagerly, placing her elbows on the bed to support her weight and lifting her hips to give him a view of her round, full ass.

“God, woman”, he hissed, enjoying the feel of her hot mouth on him. He lifted his head to take a good look at her, the main character of each and every one of his dirty dreams. 

Donna was being thorough, sucking and licking him like a lollipop, taking him as far as she could, dragging her lips around his dick and using her nails on his belly and thighs, making his breath hitch with every move.

Dean couldn’t help himself, so he reached for the messy bun on the top of her head and undid it, holding her long hair in a ponytail and fucking her mouth while guiding her up and down his length. The noises she was making and the feel of her tongue on the vein on the underside of his dick were driving him crazy. He wouldn’t last much longer.

“Fuck, Donna. Fuck, I’m gonna cum”, he warned after a particularly satisfying thrust, feeling that familiar pressure building up.

She sucked him further down her throat and swallowed, and he lost it, thick ropes of cum filling her mouth. Donna drank as much as she could, enjoying Dean’s taste and scent. In the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but think of how much he helped free her from her inhibitions, showing her how good it was to have someone she could trust and feel comfortable to be herself around. 

Jody was the friend to first point out how Donna’s previous relationships hadn’t worked because the guys were assholes, and not because there was something wrong with her. But Dean was the first man to show her there were good guys out there, and how amazing it was to be treated with respect and love, to make her feel desired and sexy. 

She released his softening cock with a pop and started to get up to go clean her mouth, but Dean pulled her from the foot of the bed, grabbing her butt with both hands while he kissed her, shoving his tongue inside her mouth, finding the mess they made incredibly hot.

He licked and bit her lips gently, squeezing her buttcheeks and giving a light slap, making her gasp and hum. 

“God, baby, that was so dirty and sexy”, Dean said, hugging her waist with the intention of keeping her on top of him, but she shook her head, laying on her side of the bed and patting her chest, signaling that he should be the one covering her.

He accepted, placing one leg between hers and making himself comfortable on her breasts. Half of his body was on top of hers and they just stayed like that, in silence for a few minutes. Dean was listening to her heartbeats, while Donna was caressing his hair lazily, watching his post-sex doziness. His eyes were closed but he was awake, she could tell by his breathing. That seemed to be the right moment to put into action the plan she “discussed” with Jack during the night. She took a deep breath, gathering the necessary courage. 

“Dean?”.

“Hmm?”

“‘You awake?”

He chuckled, his deep voice resonating in her chest. “Yes, sweetheart. Ready for another one?”.

She giggled and shook her head. “No, that’s not it. I mean, duh, of course I won’t deny another round, but that’s not what I was going to ask”.

Dean lifted his head a few inches and tilted his neck to look at her. “What, then?”

She looked down to meet his eyes, the clear green making her heart skip a few beats. Donna opened her mouth to speak and blushed deeply, unsure of where to start.

Dean looked worried. “What is it, D? Something wrong?”

“N-no! Everything is perfectly fine! Peachy”, she assured, voice higher than normal. 

“Okay, so tell me”. Dean waited, watching her face.

“Well, the thing is… I love you. You love me. I mean, you do, right?”, Donna asked, suddenly unsure, regardless of Dean having repeated many times how much he loved her. 

“I do, Donna. I love you so freaking much”, he smiled, stretching his neck further to give her a kiss.

“‘Kay, so we love each other, we’ve been together for a while now, we’re here in Vegas… Oh, shoot, Dean, what I wanna ask is if you wanna marry me!”

He stared at her in silence, his mouth opened in shock.

Five seconds later Donna was on the verge of tears, sure that he would say no and/or laugh on her face.

But Dean smiled, and the smile reached his eyes, showing the wrinkles that she found so adorable.

“Are you seriously asking me to marry you in Vegas? With Elvis as a minister and everything?”, he questioned, the playful smile still there.

“Yes. Yes, I am. Please, just answer my question or I think I’m gonna have a heart attack”, she pleaded, frowning a little and bracing herself for the blow.

“And you really thought I would say no to that? Me, Dean Winchester, say no to getting married in freaking Las Vegas?”

It was Donna’s turn to just stare at him, not quite following if that was a yes or a no. Her mind was blank, her insecurities taking over.

“Ask me again, Sheriff”, he said.

“What?”, she shook her head, sure she didn’t understand his request.

“I said, ask me again”, Dean repeated, reaching for her face and lovingly caressing her cheek.

“Okay”, she took a deep breath. “Dean Winchester, do you wanna marry me?”

“I do, baby. I would love nothing more than to marry you”.

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Later that day, after they left the chapel as husband and wife and went to celebrate over burgers and beers, Donna sent a few pictures to Jody. Some she kept only for herself and Dean, so they could look at them every once in a while and relive the memory of what happened in Vegas.

THE END

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9000 followers celebration - sequels

Summary: We learn how Dean’s relationship with his non-hunter girlfriend developed.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Jo Harvelle, Charlie Bradbury, Sam Winchester 

Warnings: angst, language, comforting, fluff, injuries, blood, light smut

Words:  2k+

Divider by @writeyourmindaway​

Sequel to: Out of place

One year later…

“That fucking asshole,” storming down the staircase of the bunker, a box with your belongings in your hands you curse under your breath. “Six years, all for nothing. That fucker!”

“Sweetheart,” Dean rushes upstairs to take the box out of your hands. “What happened, babe?” Dean pecks your lips, looking at you, expecting an answer. “Y/N?”

“I got fired, Dean, that’s what happened.” You stomp your foot before you sigh deeply, sitting onto the cool step of the staircase. 

“What? I thought everything was good at work,” Dean looks at you, wiping a single tear off your cheek. “Tell me what happened and who I have to beat into a pulp or kill. Depends on what that son of a bitch did.” You chuckle before your face falls.

“I asked for a week off and he offered I can stay home for the rest of my life. We argued, I may or may not called him a son of a bitch and at the end of the conversation the security guard had to part me from my boss.”

“What did you do? I mean, you never get aggressive.” Dean gasps, hearing what you did.

“I tried to strangle him after I kneed his crotch.” You grin, proud of yourself. “He whined like a dog.”

“Damn, sweetheart,” Dean grins, sitting next to you. “What will you do now, doc?”

“I thought you’ll hire me,” you pout, leaning your head against Dean’s shoulder. “I live here for free, have spared some money, and know-how to hunt now.”

“No way, Y/N,” you whine, tugging at Dean’s plaid. “I will not let you hunt! I trained you to make sure you can defend yourself when I or Sammy are not around, not for you to go out there and hunt monsters.”

“You have no problem with Jo, Charlie, or Jody hunting monsters! Charlie was a tech-nerd and Jody a Sheriff before they started hunting, just like Donna. Hell, Claire slices vamps’ heads like it’s the easiest thing to do.”

“No more talking to Claire,” your boyfriend grunts. “I don’t want you to get hurt or worse, baby girl. We will find a task for you. How about research?”

“I want to slice a vamp head off,” you poke Dean’s thigh, giving him your puppy dog eyes. 

“Over my dead body, Y/N. I mean it,” Dean pecks your lips, cupping the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. “I promise we will find a way you can help us. I never had someone stitching me up but Sammy. A doctor would be handy.” He smirks, letting his lips linger on your soft pillows.

“Please, D’. I will do as you say if you let me come with you next time. I want to be useful,” you snicker when Dean mouths ‘no’. “Can I not change your mind?” Your hand creeps toward his crotch and you grin as you know, Dean cannot say no to you…

“Not fair,” Dean pants, watching your slide your hands over his chest, a seductive smile on your lips. You batt your eyelashes, slowly rocking your hips. “Baby,” he purrs feeling your warmth surround his aching cock.

“I’ve missed my boyfriend,” you hover over Dean, claiming his lips whilst you roll your hips, hoping you can seduce Dean to take you with him on the next hunt. “I missed his cock too.”

“You’re a bad liar, sweetheart,” he grips your hips, guiding you up and down his length. “I know what you are trying to do here, Y/N.”

“Fucking my boyfriend to make me cum?” You grin. “I wanted to feel his thick length split me open, make me go insane on top of him.”

“Bad girl, lying to the man she loves,” flipped onto your back you giggle. Dean has his arms around your body, holding you close to his chest. “I love you too much to let you join me on a hunt. I want you to stay innocent.”

“Dean, I want to be with you. I accepted your ‘job’, or rather the family business. If you want me to be a part of your life, let me be a part. I promise to stay behind if you tell me so,” you run your hands over his back, loving the way he slowly moves his hips, moaning your name.

“You’ll stay behind, do as I say,” you nod eagerly, cupping Dean’s face to plant soft kisses to his freckles. “I mean it.”

“Yes, Mr. Winchester, Sir…”

“I hate it,” Dean grunts, watching you talk to Charlie. “I don’t want my girl to get hurt. What if the monster wants to hurt her to hurt me?” The hunter paces around the bar, glancing at you now and then.

“Dean, calm. It is a simple salt ’n’ burn. Jo is here, Charlie too. I asked Charlie to stay behind with Y/N. If you want me to, I stick to Y/N’s side the whole time,” Sam offers, knowing his brother is beyond worried.

“You will?” Sam nods whilst Dean tries to swallow the fear down. “It’s a ghost, not a Wendigo. Right?”

“Right, Dean. I promise to stay behind. Y/N wants us to show her the ropes, not hunt the ghost on her own. We will show her how to do it.”

“Okay, you’re right, Sammy,” sighing Dean walks over to you and Charlie, a soft smile on his lips as you lean into his embrace. “Sam said he’ll show you the ropes whilst you watch me kill the evil ghost.”

“AWESOME!” You squeal, turning in Dean’s embrace to crush your lips onto your boyfriends. “I promise to stay behind, be good, and watch my sexy boyfriend kill the ghost.”

“I can stay behind too, take care of Y/N. Sam and you can kill the ghost,” Jo offers, and you wonder why she suddenly acts as if she cares about your safety.

“I’ve got this,” Charlie exclaims, glaring at Jo. “I hunted monsters before too, even followed Dorothy to Oz. No need for you to ‘help’ us.”

“I think Charlie and I are good. I will be careful, use my knowledge and training. Thanks for the offer, tho,” you do not trust Jo but in case she meant well, you stay polite but cautious.

“I am here if you need me,” Jo sips at her beer, ogling Dean when he runs his hands over your back. 

“Sam, it’s not one ghost, it’s a goddamn nest or something,” Dean pants running downstairs to find you. “We need to get Charlie and Y/N out of here!”

“I know,” Sam shoots another round of rock salt at three ghosts. “Shit, I should’ve stayed by her side, Dean.”

“We believed it’s a walk in the park, Sammy. Now let’s hurry and not lose more time.” Dean runs faster when a scream let his heart clench in his chest. He can hear Charlie call your name, followed by another scream and a gunshot.

“Y/N!” Panicked Dean jumps down the last steps, running toward Charlie’s position. “Sweetheart,” he falls to his knees, watching blood seep out of a wound at your arm.

“What happened?” Charlie adds pressure to the bleeding wound while Dean checks on you. “Baby girl?”

“Jo happened, that stupid bitch,” Charlie spats, and Sam’s eyebrows shoot up at his friends’ harsh words. “I told Y/N to stay inside the salt circle I drew at the lobby and to not leave it,” Charlie explains. “I gave her the iron rod.”

“How did she end up in the hallway when you told her to stay at the lobby in a salt circle?” Sam watches Jo run toward the hallway, a scared expression on her face. “Jo – why is Y/N here?”

“I kinda called for help,” Jo shrugs, acting as if she didn’t almost get you killed. “I was surrounded by three ghosts, another was getting closer and I remembered Y/N has the iron rod. I believed I can fend the ghosts off and bring Y/N back to the lobby in time, I was wrong.”

“Interesting,” Charlie gets up to backhand Jo. “Why is the rod in Y/N’s hands if you asked her for the weapon? Why is she here alone if you need help?”

“Dean,” coughing you look up at Dean, cupping his cheek. “You are safe, thank goodness.” Drifting back into unconsciousness you don’t feel Dean picks you carefully up. 

“Sam, Charlie, I need one of you in the back, the other takes the front. Jo, just don’t die,” Dean orders, rushing down the hallway to bring you out of the house.

“Over there,” Charlie fires another round at two ghosts threatening to get close to Dean. “Sam, to your left…”

“I am a warrior now, a real hunter,” you grin, looking at the bandaid at your upper arm. “Look at me, Dean!” Dean paces around the room, worriedly looking at you sit on his bed at the bunker. “D’, I am fine.”

“No, you are not fine, Y/N. I got you hurt,” he sighs, sitting on the bed to take your hand, pressing soft kisses to your knuckles. “What happened while I was away?”

“Charlie heard you and Sam fight the ghosts. She said something is wrong and that she’s worried.” Dean nods, watching you crawl onto his lap to wrap your arms around his body. “Charlie drew a circle with salt, gave me the iron rod, and told me not to leave.”

“But you left,” you nod, sniffling silently. “Why, sweetheart?”

“I heard Charlie shoot a ghost, calling Sam’s name. Then there was a loud bang, I assumed you or Sam fought with a ghost or more. I was worried, torn between leaving the circle and offer help or staying inside the circle to not break my promise.”

“What happened, Y/N? I need to know why you risked your life.” You hear the worry in Dean’s voice, so you cup his face to press your lips to his jaw. “Please.”

“Jo, she called my name. At first, I wanted to stay inside the circle but she screamed for help, telling me she needs the rod,” you shrug, looking at the scar at Dean’s chin, sliding your thumb over the fine line. “I left the circle, followed the direction she gave me but when I arrived in the hallway, she wasn’t there but three ghosts were.”

“I will kill her,” Dean grits out. “I swear she’s dead.”

“The ghosts wanted to attack me, so I hit one with the rod, and another but the next, he hit my arm with a knife or something. I stumbled and crawled away. The other ghost, she threw the rod at me and I do not know what happened after.”

“Charlie found you, drew another salt circle, and protected you until Sammy and I arrived. I am so sorry for leaving you alone, sweetheart.”

“Dean, it’s not your fault, I left the safe place to help Jo. This wasn’t the plan, okay.”

“I love you, Y/N,” Dean presses his lips to yours, holding you tight enough to make you feel his strength. “I will never let you out of sight again, like ever.”

“I love you too, Dean.”

“Did you want to kill my girl?” Dean is angrily clenching his jaw, pointing a finger at Jo. “I am asking you one more time!”

“No, okay! I wanted to show her she has nothing in common with you. She’s a scared girl, not a hunter. I wanted to scare her off but the ghosts were faster than I,” Jo swallows thickly watching Dean storm toward her to wrap his hand around her throat, slamming the blonde into the wall.

“I should kill you,” he threatens. “If not for Ellen you would be dead.”

“Dean, don’t,” you walk into the library, shaking your head. “I think she learned her lesson. You are my man, not hers. No matter what she tries, you love me.”

Dean drops his hand, watching Jo slump to the floor. “I love Y/N, Jo. If I ever get to know you tried anything to hurt my girl again, even if it’s only a nasty look, you will feel my wrath.”

“Fiancè,” grinning you wiggle your fingers in front of Jo’s face, meeting her angry eyes. “I will become Mrs. Dean Winchester soon,” you say.

“In your face, bitch,” Charlie exclaims. “Y/N is Dean’s girl, not you. Now move your treacherous ass out of the bunker and never come back.”

“My words exactly,” Sam nods, helping Jo up, grabbing her bag on his way to guide her out of your home.

“When did you get engaged? Was the proposal romantic? Did he tell you how much he loves you?” Charlie looks at the ring, squealing in excitement. “In her face!”

“He proposed at his room, holding my hand,” you swoon, watching Dean nervously rub the back of his neck. “It was romantic, he had a single red rose, kneeled and all.”

“I had to show Y/N this,” pressing one hand to his heart Dean smiles, “is the place where she belongs.” Charlie sighs deeply when you jump into Dean’s arms, kissing the hunter fiercely. 

Dean looks at you in his arms, watching you touch his heart. “Where I belong…”

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[arsenicpanda]

Your favourite Riverdale episodes for Bughead?

Omg, thank you SO MUCH for humoring me!  Now then, favorite episode for just bughead?  Ooh, that's a tough one, so many good choices!  I'm gonna give you top six becaue I suck at choosing.  Actual thoughts under the cut.

- 1x06: This and 1x05 are the OG bughead episodes, but I pick this one over 1x05 because it has The Kiss, among other things.  Like, Jughead trying to break through the orderlies to get to Betty?  Amazing. Betty taking Jughead with her to go see her sister?  Excellent.  Jughead climbing through that window and making two literary references in quick succession?  Fantastic.  Betty's face and Jughead's sigh after their first kiss?  I love it.  Jughead has clearly been wanting to kiss her for SO LONG, and Betty has a face of, "Oh, I didn't realize how much I wanted that, but it turns out to have been a lot."  And Jughead's adoring face at Betty's "The car!"?  Iconic, he loves her brain so much, thinks she's so amazing.  It also has Jughead's "We're all crazy" and "We're not our parents.  We're not our families", which are both SO GOOD.  And Betty opens up to Jughead and is so vulnerable with him!  And it's a good episode for their investigations too, with the SoQM and then the looking for the car in the rain.  Bonus points for Jughead's scandalized reaction to what looks like, of all things, brick weed.  As an episode, it really showcases both a shared interest (solving mysteries) and a willingness to be vulnerable and honest with each other.

- 2x12: The dynamic duo back again!  I love how, when the chips are down and Jughead needs someone's help, he goes to Betty, even when they're not together.  He trusts her, and she is completely down to help him immediately.  And help she does!  They do some great investigation here, it's so fun, and they look great while doing it!  Betty's dress is gorgeous, and Jughead's Serpent jacket over his suit jacket is such a hilarious look in concpet and yet it somehow works!  Also, Betty immediately noticing that something is wrong with Jughead at Veronica's Confirmation party and going to find him because she's worried was just the sweetest, as was Jughead's "She's one of us" (or whatever he said to that effect) when Betty was voting with the Serpents.  Also?  Betty not freaking out when Jughead said he cut Penny was quality.  She is not afraid of the fact he is a crazy person!  And, of course, there's their first time together, which is so slow and sweet.  Jughead apologizing for being a dumbass and Betty going "I can handle it" about his ~darkness~ was so pure, as was his "Or you could stay. ...Stay."  The way he put his hand on her dress!  So tentative, so sweet.  And also?  The way they just got RIGHT to it, with Betty straddling him immediately and Jughead making the quickest work of that dress.  And Betty's "I want all of you tonight" while hiding the Archie kiss secret!  She didn't want to ruin the moment, this closeness with him, so she lied, which is pretty classic Betty, tbh, and a great contrast to Jughead's admission of doing some stuff with Toni "but not everything" and also being like "she's a pal" because what a great way to describe a friend.  Also, omg, Jughead apologizing Betty for her getting dragged into the witchhunt against the Serpents and him was so sweet!  Also amazing was when Jughead said that Sheriff Keller suspected him of decapitating the statue and Betty just replied with a playful smile, "And...did you?" because she knows him, she knows he'd pull some crazy stunt like that but also believes him when he says he didn't.  And we get jealous Betty, which is QUALITY.  And the fact that they're both like, "So, have you, uh, done anything with Toni/'anyone'?  Not that it's my place.  But, uh, have you?", just trying to be nonchalant but they are INVESTED and QUIETLY NERVOUS and JEALOUS BUT IN A WAY THEY FEEL BAD ABOUT.  This is the closest we get to pining bughead, and I love it, I will take it.  They continue to be so vulnerable with each other, it's precious.

- 2x19: RISE, DARK BUGHEAD, RIIIIIISE!!  We get some quality bughead investigation, and also they TIE CHIC UP IN A BASEMENT WITH DUCT TAPE AND INTERROGATE HIM!  Jughead punches him to try and get him to talk, and Betty's reaction is just to gently cup his face!  Betty briefly chokes Chic and Jughead is just stading there supportive!  They are 100% down with each other's extreme measures, just completely on the same page there.  I love seeing each of them going full The Ends Justify The Means, and this episode I get to see them go about it TOGETHER, how amazing is that?!

- 3x16:  Ok, their morning spent talking together, drinking coffee or tea or whatever, at Betty’s window because THEY LIVE TOGETHER OMG!  They’re fucking PLOTTING in the goddamn MORNING; when I was a teenager I dragged my ass through mornings, but these two are like, “Let’s discuss ways to defeat Gladys the Drug Lord,” just completely awake.  These are the things they talk about in the morning!  They are so fucking weird!  Also, the adoring face Betty gives him and the nose boop, too cute.  While I’m not big on Seventeen in terms of music (I don’t think they pull off the singing, which I don’t fault them for because musicals are HARD in terms of the vocal range they demand.  Also, Jughead just sounds off somehow and it distracts me.), I love it as a bughead moment.  I appreciate their desire for something normal, it’s so sweet, even if I think that they wouldn’t be very good at living “normal” lives at this point; I think they crave investigations too much.  Also, Jughead getting on his knees in a way that is very proposal-esque (his second pseudo-proposal!  Third time’s the charm, so WHEN DO I GET IT???) is QUALITY.  And Betty just does such a great job of comforting the saddest Jughead.  Also also, they BURN DOWN THE TRAILER AND HAVE SEX IN FRONT OF IT WHILE IT BURNS!  That is LEGENDARY, that is the kind of quality, mutual fucked-up-ness that I want in my ships!  And it’s preceded by Jughead being all, “I’m okay because you’re here with me”, the sweetest fucking sentiment.  Also, the return of the crown sweater, if just for a moment.  This is just Betty and Jughead being a team, being willing to do crazy things to help each other, and also they are apparently turned on by arson, which is just amazing.

- 4x16:  A whole episode of Betty and Jughead being smug and gloating, I literally couldn’t ask for more.  Everything about them is amazing in this episode and the gloating whodunnit scene, the way they set each other up for each piece of their explanation, and also Betty’s “the worst thirty-six hours of my life” and then they hold hands and it is FUCKING PRECIOUS.  Also also?  Betty and Jughead both going to extremes to protect/avenge the other.  Like, they both go full The Ends Justify The Means, with Jughead literally beating the shit out of Bret both as a method of information extraction and, lbr, just regular vengeance in Betty’s name and with Betty waiting in the darkness of Donna’s room to surprise her, rip her grandmother’s legacy from her, and leave like a boss, all because Donna tried to kill Jughead.  Like, Betty promised to go after Donna specifically, and she did, saving her info for personal blackmail that she can guarantee will work as opposed to relying on the justice system, which can be shaky.  These are both fucked up things to do!  Jughead’s especially, tbh; it isn’t official police brutality because there are no cops involved in the beating, but it is certainly adjacent to that since Charles let them in and turned a blind eye to their actions and then used their actions/threats to his benefit.  That’s fucking dark as hell and I love it (within a fictional context, of course, and even in that context I’m only chill with it because Bret has the money to otherwise escape all consequences).  And then, after they’ve both done all that, they’re so soft together in a couple of other scenes, it’s the cutest thing ever.

- 4x19:  DARK BUGHEAD YESSSS!  Granted, it’s fictional dark bughead, but I love that not only did Jughead write a dark story where he and Betty are murderers who do things like kill their friends to get rid of the weak link after Betty’s comment of “Or we could kill him”, and not only do we get to see those scenes, but Betty was completely on board with this story.  Not only was she on board with the original killing of Mr. Honey, but she was like, “Ooh, we killed Reggie to keep him from cracking under pressure and revealing our dark truth, how very sexy of you, Jughead”. They are so weird!  And Jughead’s “So no one is going to know the perverted truth about us...but us” was hot as hell, as was the fact that he followed it up by tugging her bak by her ponytail to kiss her while having his other hand lightly resting on her neck.  That is some explicit G-rated stuff!  Also, they were absolutely about to makeout in front of an open door in the Blue and Gold before they were interrupted by Kevin.  That is so wild!  Also, Betty editing Jughead’s work is always a win.  He values her opinion so much!  She loves his writing and thinks it’s amazing despite the fact it isn’t very good!  I love it, I love them.

[440mxs-wife]

Mixed Signals

Pairing: Dean x Reader

You were sitting in the library, plunking away on your laptop, searching for a case. After a couple of hours, you still hadn't found anything, but your stomach was growling from hunger. You went to the fridge to survey its contents. Zero. Zilch. Nada. Nothing but Dean's last slice of pie, which you knew better than to touch, Sam's last yogurt and a few slices of moldy bread. Ugh, time to go on a supply run, you thought.

Dean was in the garage, tinkering with the Impala again. You let him know that you were running into town for some groceries, given the current state of the fridge. To your surprise, he asked you to wait while he washed his hands, because he wanted to go with you.

"Seriously, Dean? You never want to go on a grocery run, you just holler and tell me not to forget the pie. What gives?" you asked.

"Nothing 'gives', I'm just tired of being cooped up in the bunker. Besides, it gives me a chance to spend time with my best friend, on the highway, jamming to some tunes," he smirked.

"Fine, let's go," you relented. Best friend. That's how he sees you, but you see him as something more. You've had a crush on Dean for quite some time. It's been that way ever since Bobby sent you to assist the boys on that vampire hunt all those years ago.

Dean Winchester. His sexy green eyes, sharp yet usually stubbled jawline, perfectly kissable lips were what haunted your dreams every night. For you, though, it went beyond the physical. He was smart, kind, strong, tender and had a kick-ass sense of humor. He was highly protective of those most important to him, yourself included.

When you were with him, he made you feel like you were the most important person in the room, the only person. Problem was, that feeling was experienced by the countless women from the bar scene who happened to catch his eye. Judging by what walked out of his room the morning after, you knew you didn't measure up. For the moment, you pushed those thoughts out of your mind and focused on buying food for the bunker.

About an hour later, you and Dean returned from the store and hauled everything to the kitchen. Sam joined you shortly thereafter to help put things away. He told you and Dean that Sheriff Donna Hanscum had called while you were out. She asked you to call her back when you got home from getting supplies.

While you were putting things away, you called Donna back, putting her on speakerphone. "Hey there, Sheriff D, what have you got going on up there? How can we help?" you asked.

She went on to explain about crazy things happening in one particular house in a relatively quiet neighborhood. Lights flashing, hearing something scratching within the walls, beds shaking and flying objects.

You looked at Sam and Dean to see what they thought it might be. "We think it might be a poltergeist," you remarked. "We're on our way up to see you and then we can interview some witnesses. Over and out, chickie," you said as you ended the call.

Thirty minutes later and you were in the back seat of the Impala, headed up the highway to see Donna. Every so often, your eyes would wander to Dean as he tapped his hands on the steering wheel in time with the music. Occasionally, his eyes would flick to yours in the rearview mirror, but by that time, you had dropped your gaze.

You had opened your book to start reading, when you heard Dean talking about what he was going to do post-hunt. "Since we'll be in the area, I'm going to head out to that little dive bar on the edge of town. Good music, good brews and hot chicks. Awesome combo, wouldn't you say, Sammy?" he asked.

Sam was so absorbed in his research that he hadn't heard Dean at first, but you had heard him. "Hmm? What? What'd you say, Dean?" he replied.

"Never mind," Dean muttered. His eyes drifted to you in the back seat. He saw you staring out the window, arms folded across your chest, your book open, but forgotten for the moment. For a brief second, Dean thought he saw a tear coursing down your cheek, but as quickly as it appeared, it was gone. He furrowed his brow to think that you may be upset about something. "You okay back there?" he asked you.

"I'm fine," you responded softly. You replaced your bookmark and snapped your book shut. You returned your attention to the scenery zipping by. After a while, your eyelids drifted closed, your light snores filling the quiet of the back seat.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Dean looked back at you through the rearview mirror. He could tell by the gentle rise and fall of your chest that you had fallen asleep. You looked so peaceful, so relaxed, which he didn't see very often. You were always so busy taking care of things in the bunker for them, in addition to hunting. You barely had any time to yourself, what with research, laundry and keeping the boys well-fed.

When you did get a moment to do what you wanted, you usually ended up falling asleep in your book or to something on Netflix. Then he or Sam would prod you awake long enough for you to drag yourself to your room and fall back to sleep.

He took another look at you in the backseat. Your full, pink lips looked so cute, especially when they got all scrunched up as you research through the lore books. Your honey-and-green eyes seemed to sparkle when you found some obscure fact that helped to crack the case. He glanced down at your strong, yet delicate hands folded across your chest. He imagined what it would feel like to have them running over his body. That particular thought made Dean shift uncomfortably in his seat a little.

The Impala eased into a parking space in front of the Redstone Motel. Dean asked Sam to go get a room, while he tried to wake you up from your peaceful nap. He brushed your cheek with the back of his hand. Suddenly, you stirred and as you turned your head, your lips brushed the back of his hand. This small action sent an electric shock to his system at the point of contact. Dean tried again to wake you by gently nudging your shoulder, and your eyelids fluttered open. "Hey," you said as you stretched and gave him a halfway-still-sleepy smile.

Dean chuckled. "Hey there, sleepyhead. Sam's getting us a room, then we'll have to change into our Fed suits to go meet with Donna," he explained. As if on cue, Sam returned to the car and told Dean which room you all would be in.

You got out of the Impala and retrieved your bag from the trunk. "They only had one room left, with two queen beds and a couch," Sam explained as you all walked into the room.

"Oh. I guess I'll take the couch then," you volunteered, a little disappointed at not having your own space. You went into the bathroom to get dressed in your Fed get-up. The outfit consisted of a white, button-down blouse, a navy blue pinstriped pencil skirt and black high heels. You ran your fingers through your hair, shaking it out, trying to add some fluff to it. A swipe of mascara, some lip gloss and you were good to go.

You looked over at Dean, who was having some trouble fixing his tie. "Here, let me help," you said as you took over. A swoop here, a tuck there and you cinched his tie in place around his neck. Being this close to Dean, you could smell his aftershave. It was so intoxicating, that you had to blink several times to keep your focus on fixing his tie. You nervously cleared your throat. "There. All better now," you teased.

Dean reached up with his hands to clasp yours and gently brushed his lips against them. "Thank you," he whispered. As you turned to get your FBI ID badge, Dean couldn't help but think of how sexy you looked, even if it was your Fed threads. Whoa, where did that come from? he silently wondered.

"You're welcome," you mumbled. Blushing furiously, you gave him a quick smile, put your FBI badge in your pocket and headed back out to the Impala. What the hell was that?!? you asked yourself. One minute I'm helping him fix his tie, the next minute he's kissing my hand?? I'm so confused, you inwardly groaned. By the time you had finished your internal monologue, Sam and Dean had returned to the car, and you were on your way to see Donna.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

At the station, Donna briefed you on what was happening at the house. It was a man and his two children that lived in the house where all of the strange things were occurring. His name was George Anderson, his daughter, Hannah was about 10. The baby of the family, Andrew, was about 7 years old.

You watched the family through the one-way glass. George was sitting on the edge of his chair, while Hannah and Andrew were drawing pictures in the corner. Donna came up behind you as you observed the situation. "What do you think?" she asked, placing her hand on your shoulder.

"Not sure yet," you murmured. "Why don't you let me go in there and talk to them? By myself," you suggested as you locked eyes with Dean. Donna shrugged and agreed, then unlocked the door for you.

You introduced yourself to George, who warmly shook your hand. Hannah immediately jumped up and rushed to her father's side, looking ready to do battle on his behalf. You reached out your hand to her for a handshake, but she ignored it and glared at you before going back to her drawing. Andrew briefly looked up at you with his big, brown eyes and then returned to his crayons.

As you and George talked, it was more of a conversation than an interrogation. You tried to put him at ease by slipping in a couple of jokes. It seemed to work, as he was more willing to talk about what was going on in his house. George even came back with some jokes of his own that made you laugh. It made Dean more agitated, because it looked to him like you were flirting with George. Fortunately, Donna was keeping an eye on Dean, which let you do what you needed to do.

You stood up to leave, then shook George's hand again, and this time Hannah allowed you to shake her hand. Before you made it to the door, you felt a tug on your skirt. You looked down and saw Andrew handing you his drawing. You knelt down to his level and studied the picture he had drawn. It looked like he was telling you about everything the poltergeist was doing in the house.

All of a sudden, you felt a searing pain in your head and a wave of dizziness crashed over you. It almost knocked you over, but you were able to regain your composure. You tried to return the drawing to the young artist, but he pushed it back to you, eyes wide with fear. You nodded at him in understanding, caressing his cheek to soothe the young boy. "Thank you very much, Andrew. I think this will help us so that we can help your family," you said softly. You handed George your business card, and asked him to call you if anything more happened.

George and his children left the station, and you relayed your conversation to Donna and the boys. For some reason, you thought Dean looked a bit annoyed with you about something, but you had no idea what. You all agreed to keep working on the case to try and figure out how to get rid of the poltergeist. On that note, you, Sam and Dean walked back out to the Impala.

As soon as you reached the car, Dean took hold of your arm. "What the hell was going on in that room?" he demanded.

You looked down at his hand on your arm, so he released it. "What do you mean, I was talking to George, trying to figure out what was going on in his house. What did you think I was doing?" you shot back.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe a bit of flirting going on? Laughing and telling jokes, cozying up to the kids. Why don't you just sleep with him and get it over with?" Dean retorted.

"DEAN!!" Sam yelled.

You reached up and slapped Dean across the face. "You jackass. How could you say something like that to me? Your so-called 'best friend'?? I was trying to gain his trust and that of his children. Something of mine that you're coming dangerously close to losing," you snapped. Tears threatening, you turned and stormed back into the station to ask Donna if you could bunk with her tonight.

"Dude, what the hell?" Sam demanded. "Why would you say that to her? You know how this works. What would you think if the situation was reversed and she came at you like that?" he asked.

Dean thought about it a minute. "I would think she was....Oh Chuck," he said softly. Dean looked over at his brother, who was smirking. "What, Sam? What?" he snapped.

"I knew it! You like her. You have feelings for her," Sam said in a sing-song voice.

Just then, you and Donna walked out from the station. Dean could see your eyes were all red and puffy, probably from crying. He tried to go over to talk to you, but Donna blocked his progress. "Not now, Dean. Talk to her later," she said forcefully.

"I just want to--" he started.

"I said not now, Dean. I'm going to take her back to your motel and get her bag. She's bunking with me tonight," Donna declared.

"We only have the one key, so we'll follow you and let her in," Dean said softly in defeat. Donna nodded, and you all took off for the motel.

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Back at the motel, Sam gave you the key to let yourself in to get your bag. Dean stayed in the car, his forehead leaning on the steering wheel. He was still trying to make sense out of what happened outside of the police station. He wanted so badly to apologize to you for his accusations, that he knew you were only doing your job.

Is Sam right? Do I have feelings for her? he asked himself. He thought back to everything that's happened since the job started. From seeing you asleep in the back seat, your lips brushing his hand when he tried to wake you up. To helping him with his tie, his lips brushing your hands, seeing you in the interview room with George and the kids....to that awful accusation.

Dean looked up when he heard the doors on Donna's cruiser close. At least she's safe for the night, he thought. Sam went into the room, leaving the door open for Dean. He got out of the Impala and sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard. Sam was in the shower by the time Dean came into the room.

When Sam came out of the bathroom, Dean was just staring off into space. After Sam got dressed, he sat on the edge of his bed, facing Dean. "Look, Dean. I know you're upset about what happened earlier. Give her some time to cool off, it'll be fine. You'll apologize to her, and you'll go back to being best friends," he explained.

"That's just it, Sam. I don't know if I can go back to being just best friends. I think you were right. I was jealous of her and that guy. And she was so good with those kids, I just know she'd be an incredible mother. I wanted to be George, I want it to be our kids she's so good with," Dean finished.

At that moment, Sam's phone rang, with the display showing Donna was calling. "Hey, Donna, what's going on? Is everything okay?" he asked.

Donna frantically explained that while you and she were talking on the way to her place, that the pain in your head came back. This time, you had a vision of George and the kids. Objects were flying around, and when George tried to run with the kids to the front door, a lamp cord tripped him. He hit his head and was knocked unconscious. You could see the two terrified children crying, huddled together near their father, trying to get him to wake up.

You convinced her to do a drive-by to make sure everything was okay. The closer you got to George's house, the more intense the pain became in your head. That's how you knew something bad was going to happen, unless you took action. When you got there, you bolted out of Donna's cruiser before she could stop you.

"The front door opened for her, then it slammed shut. I tried to go in after her, but it was locked. She's trapped in there with that-that thing, those two babies and their father. Sam, Dean, you have to hurry, please!" she sounded close to tears.

"On our way, Donna," Dean affirmed, already in the car. Sam had his laptop open, reading some information about George's house. "Okay, here it is. The previous owner of the house was a man by the name of Lawrence O'Donnell, who died in 1913. There have been three or four other families that bought the house after he died. They all ended up selling the house when he started to terrorize them," Sam finished.

"Sounds like old Larry didn't want anyone to live in the house with him even after he was gone. So how do we kill it?" Dean asked.

"Salt and burn, just like normal. But we have to hurry. These are different than a run-of-the-mill vengeful spirit. Poltergeists don't care if they have the right person. They'll go after anyone and everyone," Sam finished.

Dean's hands tightened around the steering wheel as he mashed down on the accelerator. Sam continued to research until he found out where Mr. O'Donnell was buried. Finally he found it, and gave Dean directions on which cemetery to go to.

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Back at the house, you found a hiding place for the kids so they would be out of the way. Once that was done, you tended to George's head wound. The sleeve on your overshirt was torn a bit, so you ripped it off for a makeshift bandage. You told George just to stay there, that the kids were safe, but you were going to look around a little.

Your eyes started scanning the area, looking for hidden dangers. More power cords or some sharp object with the potential to fly across the room. You crawled towards the front door to see if you could open it and escape. Before you could put your hand on the knob, a vase came flying at you and you ducked just in time. It broke above your head, showering you with the broken pieces.

You shrank back to your previous position and felt in your back pocket for your phone. You managed to get connected to Donna and push the speakerphone button. But that victory was short-lived, as the phone was yanked out of your hand and went skittering across the floor.

The next thing you knew, you were flying across the room and being held in place on the opposite wall. You tried to move, but it was no use. A figure appeared in front of you, a man dressed in a Victorian-era suit and had a large handlebar mustache. His hands were inching towards you to grab your throat, when flames started to creep up and consume his body. His gut-wrenching screams filled the room, until he was completely gone.

You were no longer held to the wall, so you made your way over to the door to open it and let Donna in. She came rushing in and started to check you for injuries, but you waved her off and told her to check on George.

While the EMTs were assessing George's condition, you called for Hannah and Andrew to come out of hiding. You told them it was all over, and that their daddy was going to be okay. With tears in their eyes, they came running towards you and threw their arms around your neck. You held one in each arm, rubbing up and down their backs and whispering comforting words in their ears. You looked up and happened to catch George's eye, at which time he mouthed the words, "thank you".

The EMTs wheeled George out of the house, while Donna took one child in each hand and led them out to her car. You looked around the room, trying to come to grips with what happened here tonight. Silent tears streaked down your face as you realized just how wrong things could have gone. Among your last words to Dean were that he was a jackass and you had slapped him. If you somehow hadn't made it out alive tonight, you knew he would've blamed himself for all of it.

As if on cue, Dean burst through the front door, with Sam close behind. Dean rushed over to where you were standing, placed his hands on your shoulders and looked into your eyes. Without a word, he gathered you into his arms and held you close to his chest. It was then that you gave yourself permission to be comforted and sank into his embrace.

Tears flowed freely now, soaking his T-shirt. Dean kept a firm hold on you, whispering soothing words in your ear. He softly apologized over and over for what he'd said earlier outside of the police station. You drew back a little and placed a hand gently on his face where you had slapped him. You rubbed your thumb across his cheek to try and soothe away the hurt. You also hoped he knew that you weren't angry with him anymore.

"I'm so sorry, Dean," you started. "I shouldn't have--" he cut you off.

"Shh, that doesn't matter right now. I'm just glad that you and everyone else is okay," he replied. "You wanna get out of here?" he asked. You nodded. He kept an arm around your waist as he guided you out of the house and over to the car.

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Donna took care of things on her end, and the kids were reunited with their father. You all got cleaned up and decided to go to the bar to celebrate another successful hunt. You were gathered around the pool table in the back, with you and Donna playing against Sam and Dean. The first round of drinks went down pretty fast, so you volunteered to go and get the next round.

You gave your drink order to the bartender and paid, leaving a few dollars for his tip. As you stood waiting for your drinks, a man sitting next to you started a conversation. He introduced himself, and you reluctantly did the same.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful lady," he slurred.

You rolled your eyes at such a lame pick-up line. "I'm here with a group of friends, and really not interested. I just want my drinks, okay?" you explained.

"Doesn't mean we can't have a little fun, you and me," he continued, this time stroking a finger down your arm.

"Listen. I tried to be nice about this, but here's the deal. Get your filthy hands off of me, leave me alone, or there's going to be a problem," you seethed. By this time, the bartender had made eye contact with Donna and silently signaled that you may need some help.

Dean came walking over and snaked his arm around your waist. "Hey there, sweetheart, what's taking so long?" he asked as he kissed your temple. The guy who had been hitting on you got up from his barstool and stumbled out into the night, mumbling under his breath.

"Thanks, Dean. I tried to tell that guy I wasn't interested, but he wasn't listening," you explained.

"Eh, all in a day's work," Dean replied. Sam and Donna had also come over to pick up their drinks and take them back to the pool table. For some reason, you and Dean kept hanging out at the bar for a bit.

"You know, you should be careful," you told him.

"About what?" he asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"That stunt you just pulled, pretending to be my boyfriend? You've probably ruined your chances of taking one of these lovely ladies back to the motel with you," you replied.

"There's only one lovely lady I'm interested in taking back to the motel with me," he said huskily. His arm snaked back around your waist, as he traced your jawline with his index finger.

You placed your drink on top of the bar and abruptly broke free of his embrace. Dean called out after you, but you kept running towards the door, out of the bar and into the cool night air. When you got to the Impala, you stopped and leaned up against the driver's side door. You tried to catch your breath, while simultaneously trying to collect your thoughts.

Dean caught up with you and was moving in towards you again, but you put your hands up. "Wait, Dean. Just a minute," you said.

"I don't understand. What just happened back there?" he asked.

"Well, I'm glad to know I'm not the only one that doesn't understand," you answered. "First, I hear you talking to Sam about picking up chicks in the bar. Next, you kiss my hand after I'm done fixing your tie, then you get upset at how I handled the witnesses. You're killing me with these mixed signals, Dean!" you exclaimed.

On a softer note, you continued. "You and I have been best friends for a very long time. But, Dean I have to tell you something....I'm in love with you," you blurted out. "I love your eyes, your smile, your laugh, your--" Dean cut you off by closing the gap between you and crashing his lips against yours.

"I love you too, sweetheart. Sorry it took me almost too long to figure it out, but I'm so glad I did," Dean replied softly. His mouth was back on yours in an instant, moving hungrily as if your lips were his last meal. Then he grabbed your hips and pulled you flush against him, earning him a gasp of surprise from you.

"Dean?" you whispered as his lips trailed a series of kisses all over your neck. "Yeah, darlin'?" he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "Do you think maybe Sam could stay at Donna's place tonight?" you asked. Dean stepped back to pull out his phone and sent Sam a quick text. "Done. Now where were we?" he grinned as he dipped his head to reclaim your mouth.

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Twin Peaks s01e01 “Traces to Nowhere”

Happy New Year, and welcome back to Twin Peaks, friends. Before we dive further into the mystery of Laura Palmer, I would like to tell you about my friend Jason. Jason was a pal of mine in high school. We used to hang out, listen to music, watch TV, and smoke. He lived with his girlfriend at the time who was also my friend. This may sound sappy, but around these two, I genuinely felt like the best version of myself. I miss those days incredibly. Jason also happened to be the first person to ever introduce me to Twin Peaks. One night, he and a friend were watching the movie as I came over to buy a bag. On that day, I discovered what was to become my newest obsession, one of which would stick with me for the next eighteen years of my life. Sadly, Jason and I fell out of contact and we lost track of one another.

I mention this because I recently heard through a mutual friend that Jason died two years ago. I'll not go into the details, suffice it to say, it was too soon. I always wanted to track him down to say hello, and now I'll never get the chance. While my friendship with Jason was immensely rewarding, one of the most persistent things he left me with was a love for Twin Peaks. Much of my personal philosophy comes from Twin Peaks, and it continues to inform the person I am today. If it weren't for Jason, I wouldn't be me. Therefore, I would like to dedicate this article in his memory. To Jason Walton- My friend in the stars.

Thank you for allowing me that moment, friend. Now if you remember, we left off on kind of a spooky note. Through some sort of line of sight, Sarah Palmer was given a vision of a gloved hand retrieving James' half of the heart necklace from where he and Donna had buried it. Dale Cooper, after a long day of detection, has turned in for a night of sleep at the Great Northern hotel, which is exactly where today's episode begins.

I've read in the past that you can tell right away when David Lynch is directing, or in this case, when he isn't directing. This is not a complaint about director Duwayne Dunham's work, but there is a clear departure from the slow wave of emotions that permeates the pilot episode. However, the more straightforward procedural pacing works much to the episode's credit. Being written by David Lynch and Mark Frost, this episode is drenched in Twin Peaks tones and textures. I'd go as far as to say Dunham does a damn fine job following the hard act that is David Lynch.

We start with a pan across Cooper's hotel room. As I've done with my Doctor Who reviews, I found myself trying to see this scene as though it were my first time. You watch Twin Peaks for eighteen years, and you tend to forget just how strange the decor at the Great Northern truly is. Off-camera we can hear Agent Cooper talking to Diane through his recorder. As the camera searches across taxidermied deer hooves holding hunting riffles, and ornate nature paintings, we fall upon Cooper, hanging upside down by a pair of metal hooks around his ankles. It's never explained why he's doing this, but for some reason the late '80s and early '90s had a weird thing about hanging guys upside down as so form of exercise. Michael Keaton did it in Batman, Patrick Bateman had one, and even Dale Cooper. Perhaps it was quick way to indicate both athleticism and eccentricity.

Cooper, hanging about in his hot dad garters and boxers dismounts from his perch with an ease that is both impressive and sexy. Before ending his recording session with Diane, Cooper waxes philosophical about Marilyn Monroe and the Kennedys. In a way, this is Lynch and Frost drawing parallels between the deaths of both Monroe and Laura- two blonde women surrounded by powerful men and mystery. It's fitting when you consider that Lynch and Frost's first collaboration was in the form of a Marilyn Monroe biopic which never came into fruition. In many ways, the project laid some of the groundwork for what would become Twin Peaks.

Starting his day right with a balanced hotel breakfast, we're treated to yet another fascinating glimpse into Cooper's diet. As Sheriff Truman says later in the episode, he must have the metabolism of a bumblebee. Cooper orders a breakfast he refers to as "hard on the arteries," which is as hard as he wants his eggs. He wants his bacon super crispy- cremated. It may sound as though I'm exaggerating, but I've always loved watching Cooper order breakfast. He seems to revere food in a way not regularly seen on dramatic television. The morning coffee is more than one of the best, it's "damn fine." People have complained that the way people talk about food in Twin Peaks is weird. Sure, maybe in life creamed corn isn't an allegory to pain and suffering, but we've all been there when someone is having a similar reaction to the stuff. Food is personal, and it's a part of everyone's lives, why wouldn't characters talk about it?

Arriving at the tail end of Cooper's order is Audrey Horne, who has seemingly grown a good six or seven inches of hair overnight. Out of all of the mysteries in Twin Peaks, this was the least perplexing. Somewhere between filming the pilot and the first episode, Sherilyn Fenn grew her hair out, and it looks stunning. Everything about Audrey is stunning. Her eyebrows are stunning. That sweater is stunning. But at the moment, it is she who is stunned by Agent Cooper. Just as charmed by his eccentricities and his slicked black hair, she approaches Agent Cooper and asks to join him. Immediately Cooper sizes up that she finds him attractive, she's not exactly hiding it, and neither is he for that matter. For many fans, this is the moment the ship of Cooper and Audrey set sail. I personally always prefer the version where Cooper does the adult thing and doesn't date a high schooler.

After questioning Audrey, Cooper heads off to the Sheriff Station where they seem to still be having their breakfast as everyone he encounters has a mouthful of donuts. I'd also like to note the weird guy with a welding torch and ladder near the entrance. Twin Peaks is a lived in world filled with these people toiling away. Sheriff Harry Truman, mouth full of donuts, can't get a word in as Cooper flies into the room. After spelling out the itinerary, Cooper disappears to "urinate." This marks the first of many references to Dale Cooper's pee. Much like Tom Hanks, our favourite FBI agent is passionate about pissing. It's one of those life things, like food, that Twin Peaks likes to celebrate. Sometimes it's really nice to have a good piss, therefore sometimes Twin Peaks is about having a really good piss. I'm being completely earnest here.

Dr Hayward arrives to the sheriff station to report the findings of the post mortem. Unable to carry out the procedure himself, he outsourced the job to a nearby colleague. I've always admired the way Warren Frost plays this scene. His sadness seems to come and go in waves of realisation. There are the same echos from the pilot episode present here. From the report we learn that Laura died from a loss of blood from numerous shallow wounds. She had bite marks on her shoulders and marks on her arms from having been bound. She had also had sex with at least three men the night of her murder. The doctor also concludes that there is no doubt that Ronette was also present. As Dr Hayward relays this grizzly tale, his eyes wander to the photo of Laura. Pangs of sadness wash over his face as he questions who could do such a thing. He was the doctor present at her birth. She was his daughter's best friend. Laura was family to him.

On the other spectrum of family, we join the Johnsons at their incomplete home. Unable to just ask Shelly if she would do his laundry, Leo has to play mind games. He asks her if she did his laundry and chastises her as if catching her in a lie because his bag of nasty truck cabin clothes are still dirty. Eric Da Re is not a great actor, but there's something perfect about that. Leo is a big asshole that gaslights his wife, I don't expect much depth there. The only good thing I say about him is they got rid of his awful perm from the pilot. Even the way he pinches her cheek is controlling and unnatural. There's clearly no love between them, which is why when she discovers a blood-stained shirt in Leo's laundry she hides it. With Laura recently dead, and his behaviour as of late, this could be evidence. When he comes back later in a frenzy to find said shirt, he flies into a rage at its absence.

We're back at the Sheriff Station where we learn James Hurley owned the other half of Laura's necklace. As compared to Bobby's interrogation, James is Mr Manners. He answers all of Agent Cooper's questions with a quiet intensity. He admits to shooting the picnic video, and to owning the other half of the necklace, but not knowing who dug it up. He was also aware Laura was taking drugs but tried to get her to stop. On the night she died, James picked Laura up on his motorcycle. Acting strangely Laura disembarked from his bike, a disagreement ensued, Laura told James she loved him and disappeared into the woods. Cooper seems pleased with this information. We're then shown slow-motion picnic footage of Laura smiling at the camera. A somewhat cheesy "Help me," is played over the sound of wind and haunting music. It's a sort of fourth-wall-breaking that makes Twin Peaks feel as though not only the town, but the show itself is haunted by the late Laura Palmer.

Bobby and Mike, freshly arrested from their fistfight with Ed argue in their holding cells about the money they owe Leo Johnson. After being briefly questioned by Agent Cooper, they're both sent away with a warning not to harm James. James is also released into the custody of Big Ed, who confides that he believes the bartender, Jacques Renault,  slipped a Mickey in his drink. Ed wasn't just meeting Norma that night, he was also staking out Jacques' activities as a suspected drug dealer.

Speaking of Norma, we're given a brief but intense encounter at the general store between her and Nadine. At this point in the show, Nadine is completely bonkers. While I don't feel like she becomes any less touched in the head, we do begin to see more depth to her than just Ed's crazy wife. Wendie Robie is so good as Nadine, that Peggy Lipton only really need to react in kind as Nadine goes on about her drape runners. You can tell there's a quiet rivalry between the two women, both of whom resent one another for what they represent to one another. Norma is the woman Ed loves, and Nadine is the woman that stole him from Norma. When Nadine emphatically mentions the cotton balls that will make her drape runners completely silent, Norma can only stand as if in disbelief. It's the epitome of "weird flex, but ok." It doesn't help that all of this cotton ball talk is nestled into a conversation about Ed being in intensive care. Nadine exits as soon as she entered, leaving poor Norma looking confused and slightly violated.

Speaking of forbidden love, we're given a great scene between Donna Hayward and her mother, Eileen. We learn that despite her grief for Laura, and the guilt it makes her feel, Donna is finding herself loving James. Despite the nightmare that surrounds her, this love for James is like a beautiful dream. Eileen encourages her to invite James over for dinner, which she does. When watching James meet the Haywards I couldn't help but think of Eraserhead. In both, we get two entirely different, albeit very Lynchian "meet the parents," scenes. While James isn't asked to carve any manmade chickens, the awkward politeness permeates both scenes. There’s a sort of wholesomeness that borders on absurdity. Watching James make small talk in his big boy sweater is about the cutest damn thing that you almost forget how violent and terrifying Twin Peaks can be at times. This is something lifted straight out of the Waltons with it's cheesy Americana and good-natured sincerity. Of course, not everyone is as pleased about this new pairing as Mike and Bobby spot James' bike outside Donna's house.

Meanwhile, Dale and Harry find their way at the Martel residence to speak with Josie about her language classes with Laura. Through body language alone, Cooper deduces that the Sheriff and Josie are an item of sorts, as indicated at the end of the pilot episode. Pete is his usual charming self, offering up a cup of Joe to our boys. We're given another Cooperism as he asks for his coffee "black as midnight on a moonless night." That's pure poetry. We don't learn much from Josie here, other than the fact that Laura used to tutor her English and that she seemed distracted the last time they met. The biggest takeaway from the scene is that somehow Pete accidentally brewed a pot of coffee with a fish in the percolator. This is easily one of the most iconic scenes from the original series. Jack Nance was a treasure, and I will never not feel absolute delight when he comes rushing in just a touch too late- they've already tried the coffee.

Josie is called away for a phone call from the ice queen Catherine who informs her that shutting down the mill for the day cost the company more money than it was worth. After hanging up with Josie, we can see Catherine is in a strange motel, sipping champagne with Ben Horne. They're clearly working against Josie, but it's no secret that neither of them trust one another. Everyone is playing the double secret con, and it doesn't make a whole lot of sense. However, we do learn that the two are on again off again lovers. On the other side of town, Deputy Hawk follows up with Ronette's parents at the hospital. The Pulaskis don't have much information other than the fact that Ronette used to work the perfume counter at Horne's Department Store. As he is leaving, Hawk sees a suspicious one armed man skulking around the morgue. Following his gut instinct he starts tailing this mysterious figure through the dark halls of the hospital. Upon entering a room alight in a trippy dayglo black light, Hawk finds himself alone. Whoever this mystery man was, he disappeared into thin air.

A lot of this episode's theme seems to centre around the relationship between the parents and the high schoolers. Along with her conversation with her own mother, we get a scene between Donna and Sarah Palmer. Sarah, still sick with grief, seems genuinely pleased to see Donna until she sees Laura's face superimposed over Donna's. As she's pulling her closer she gets another vision, this time of a creepy grey-haired man sitting at the edge of Laura's bed. Sarah goes into full-on panic mode in a way only Grace Zabriskie is capable of delivering. Leland rushes in to whisk Donna away from the traumatic experience. In his own home, Bobby is getting a stern lecture from his father, Major Garland Briggs. The Major awkwardly tries to treat Bobby with some tough love, but ultimately misses the mark. Bobby's problems are bigger than anything his poor parents could fathom. The Hornes also experience a bit of domestic turmoil with Ben confronts Audrey about how her conversation with the Norwegians cost their family greatly. But unlike the Briggses, if Ben wanted to understand Audrey's rebellious nature, he only need look in the mirror.

Let's take a moment now to consider Laura Palmer. She was a troubled teenage girl with a drug habit, yes. Add to that being homecoming queen, in Spanish club, tutoring immigrants, caring for Audrey's special needs brother, and even heading Meals on Wheels for the elderly and shut-ins. It's the Meals on Wheels program that brings Cooper and Truman to the Double R Diner, where Laura used to work. We learn that Laura didn't just head the program, she created it. If any fictional characters were gunning for sainthood, Laura would be high on the list. It's easy to see why losing her has wounded the town so completely. The Log Lady approaches Cooper about Laura Palmer informing him that her log saw something the night Laura died. However, Cooper's reluctance to ask the log directly leads to her leaving before relaying the log's message.

Fresh off her shift from the Double R, Shelly returns home to Leo who has just put a bar of soap into a sock. He questions her about the bloody shirt, but she feigns ignorance. He tells her he's going to "teach," her about respecting people's property as he advances toward her with the sock swinging over his head. We can only look on hopelessly as the brutish Leo approaches a cowering Shelly. The scene graciously cuts away, as we know what comes next. The episode concludes in Dr Jacoby's bizarre Hawaii themed office (or maybe apartment, maybe both). Inside a fishtank sits three dried out puffer fish filled with blinking lights like paper lamps. After putting a tape into his stereo he dons a pair of giant headphones revealing a taped conversation from his former secret patient- Laura Palmer. He pulls coconut from a palm tree and settles in to listen to his tape. He opens up the coconut to reveal the other half of Laura's necklace. It appears that Dr Jacoby was the one following James and Donna into the woods.

The contents of the recording are revealing, not just about Laura, but also about Dr Jacoby. Laura's flirtatious nature indicates that we can add one more sexual partner to Laura's list. She mentions how James is sweet but too dumb to talk to her about her problems like Jacoby is capable of doing. But part of the brilliance in the scene is that you can also sense that Laura is acting for Dr Jacoby. Fulfilling the role of a young helpless girl who loves him, so that he may fulfil some role she needs. Whether it be a form of protection or just a soundboard for her problems, she had him wrapped around her finger. So what is this ritual of Jacoby's? Are these the actions of a killer reminiscing over the trophies of his hunt, or a man grieving the real, if not inappropriate relationship he had with a young girl? As the tape continues, we hear Laura talking about a man in a red car who can really light her "F-I-R-E." She continues to make a confession about a mystery man, but the audio drops out, leaving us only the doctor's perplexed face to clue us into what she said. The credits roll as we're left wondering.

Truth be told, I could have written this review without having to rewatch the episode. I try and rewatch Twin Peaks in its entirety at least once every one or two years. However, I am glad I did revisit this one as there are lots of little pieces of minutiae I may have overlooked. More than anything, I was curious to weigh Dunham's directing against David Lynch's, and I have to say, it's not bad. The tone is correct for the series and the emotions are played for real. It's always going to be different because the two directors are different people. But as certain episodes in season two prove, some directors begin to parody Lynch's style, adding weird for the sake of weird. But this early on, it is as though Twin Peaks is a juggernaut of unstoppable creativity. Even the duller storylines take on the energy of the greater mystery. Lynch only directed a handful of the original series episodes, which is why the next episode I'm reviewing is an especially exciting one. Not only is episode two (aka the third episode) directed by David Lynch, but it also begins to introduce some of the more metaphysical elements of the series. You could almost say that Lynch directs the most important episodes, and my god is this next one a doozy.

Well, friends, that's all from the world of Twin Peaks for now. I'll have the next review up soonish, but not before the new Doctor Who review. Speaking of which, it is now less than an hour until it airs! Who else is excited? What a great way to ring in the new year! See you all soon!

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pov rp: i try to wink at u but i close both eyes like jinsoul in this gif <3 SBJDWBDJWBDJ hello im xan im 22 & from the est timezone i use she / her pronouns & ur watching disney channel. is this super late ? yea...but thats super on brand for me its fine its fun its sexy so * jugkook vc* let’s get it !

— jung jinsoul. she/her. cis female. | was that niko seo i just saw in the hideaway lobby ? i hear the twenty-two year old spends most of their time working as a waitress, but i’ve always just seen them scribbling poetry on napkins. they live in 3A and i often see them in the halls. they always give me a vibe of making wishes on falling stars, silk ribbons adorning messy ponytails, and breakfast at midnight.

BACKSTORY

so miss niko was born in a teeny tiny suburban town in north carolina to a pair of  young high school sweethearts ! unfortunately her mom passed away during childbirth so it was a very bittersweet arrival into the world for baby niko

her dad was a mechanic who never made it to college since his girlfriend got pregnant towards the end of their senior year. they got married before niko was born though because they were pretty serious abt raising her right but they never really got the chance to /: but her dad loved his job he loved working with cars & it was something his own dad did before him plus it was a job the town really valued since it was so tiny ( u really only needed one of everything )

when i say tiny i mean everyone knows everyone tiny. growing up the town kinda pitied niko bc of her mom dying so to compensate everyone kinda tried to do their part in raising her ! her neighbors were just as much of a parent to her as her own dad was, and everyone had stories abt her mom so niko kinda appreciated how small the town was.....sometimes

that changed as she got older ! when she started high school her dad kinda entered a rough patch & started drinking more with his buddies, started working less, and niko started getting calls from the sheriff at 2 am like “hey we’re gonna keep ur dad for the night he didnt do anything crazy but he got a little too drunk u can pick him up tomorrow” sort of thing 

she was there for him every time but it got kinda overwhelming knowing everyone was in her family's business & how much kids would gossip at school or adults would give her sad looks

basically she kinda just....became very disillusioned with her reality & began to realize no one around her was really.....happy or had big dreams and their entire lives revolved around this tiny town which scared her

but also ? it had started becoming her life, too. she was voted prom queen senior year, she had a job at a diner where the same people ate everyday, she’d been dating the same boy for four years and everyone talked about how they’d probably get married soon. she’d become exactly like everyone else without even realizing it....she didnt have some big dream.....she didnt even have plans for college she was just so stuck

and then disaster hit the summer after she graduated high school. her dad had crashed right into a tree on a rainy night trying to drive home after a night out drinking & died on impact. the news honestly didnt feel real to her until her grandparents were helping her clear out her house so she could come move in with them 

which is when she finds her mom’s old diary ! and boy was that thing . fat & juicy ... it had all four years worth of her mom’s high school years inside and niko became ...obsessed with it. all she did that summer her dad died was read her mom’s old diary learning more abt the woman from those pages than she ever had from the mouths of everyone in her town

 thats how she found out her mom had always dreamed of moving to some city like seattle and starting this new life once she found out she was pregnant with niko ! so niko was like ok this has to be a sign....told her grandparents she loved them but she couldnt stay in north carolina.....and boop ! she pretty much disappeared from the town, didnt tie up any lose ends ( including her bf of four years who she was kinda engaged to ? JSDBJBDJ ) because she just had to leave that bad. 

cue a scene on bus with niko looking out the window as some dramatic song abt new beginnings plays . JSDBJSBDJW seattle was truly her new start at 18 ... and all she wanted to do was just ... reinvent herself 

so she did ! first thing she did was get a job as a waitress bc uh ur girl was BROKE broke but she knew she was good at serving. the first year was.....pretty rough there’s no sugar coating it niko was struggling bad, probably living in some questionable apartment when she wasnt coach hopping at her coworker’s places. despite all this she was....insanely happy she really believed ( and still does ) seattle is magic !

she was working at a diner ironically, just like she had been back home, but this diner changed her life about a two years ago. one day one of her regulars ( a very well off lawyer who worked downtown ) told her she was way too pretty and charming to be serving at a place like this & that he had a buddy who owned an upscale restaurant near his job downtown & that he could probably get niko a job there if she wanted

so she was like UH hell yes....showed up the next day at this fancy restaurant, charmed the pants off the owner, and the rest ? is history !  she moved into hideaways a bit after getting this new job & has been there ever since <3

PERSONALITY + TIDBITS

personality wise niko is kinda ....hard to figure out. she doesnt do it on purpose, she’s just still learning about who she is and what she really wants. back home in north carolina she was kind of the small town golden girl, loved by everyone type of deal but also very romanticized by those around her ??? ppl thought she was brilliant and knew so much about everything when the truth was she just knew a little about a lot. she would read to escape the suburban boredom of her reality & took a special interest in things like art and poetry and astronomy. shes the type to want to share the stuff she’s learned with those around her

in seattle since no one knew her the way they did back home, niko decided she wanted to keep it that way. because of this and because shes so hesitant to talk about her family sometimes she can come across as mysterious but she’s a surprisingly open person !! she’s naturally super curious and friendly and she’s found it really helps to be the kind of person people want to get to know and trust when working in the service industry. she’s got the type of aura about her that makes you feel as if maybe you’ve known her forever, even if she’s only told you one thing about herself ( which is often the case) . can probably make anyone feel at home within five minutes of talking to her & you won’t even realize how she’s doing it. her boss swears she’s charming enough to sell honey to a bee ! 

she’s also got a flighty side though that comes out when you get too close. niko’s great at relationships when they aren’t deep, but the moment you start and figure her out and see past the smiley walls she’s got up she recoils fast. in a way she’s terrified of anyone knowing too much about her because she’s scared that once they do they’ll pity her, and niko can’t stand being pitied. she’s also super good at dishing out affection but not so good at receiving it. the type to fall in love then right back out of love in one day. kinda a heart breaker bc of this but she doesn't mean to be, she just gets infatuated kinda easily & isn’t very good at keeping things serious ever since literally running away from her long-time ex in north carolina JSBCSJBDJW 

some fun facts: she wants to get a cat and name it cat so bad but she’s not sure she’d be a good pet mom so she just settles for petting stray cats in public. 100% that weirdo crouching in the street making kissy noises because she saw a cat and wants to pet it. she can name just about every constellation & loves to sit outside and look at the stars on clear nights, usually while smoking a joint . she’s a hardcore lightweight .... im talking one tequila shot and she’s floored ... two glasses of wine and she’s taking her top off  then crying kinda deal like she CANNOT handle her liquor so she tries to keep partying to a minimum. she’s got a collection of napkins from work were people have scribbled their phone numbers onto as well as a collection of napkins niko herself has scribbled on. she mostly writes poems and sometimes she even leaves a napkin with a poem on it behind at a table like a little gift for whoever sits there next. she’s probably always writing poems for all her friends or infatuations so if you’re in her life....you’ve gotten one at some point ! 

the only thing she brought with her from north carolina were all her records. she’s got a pretty extensive collection that ranges from donna summer to louis armstrong to led zeppelin & when she finally got a record player of her own in seattle it was probably the best day of her life <3 she really likes to watch scary movies but also they scare her so bad so it’s a cycle of oh yes lets watch this.....fuck why did i do that.....im sleeping with the lights on rinse & repeat. she really likes to cook ! she learned at a pretty early age out of necessity but now she does it for her own pleasure also because of her growing interest / knowledge in the restaurant industry. her wardrobe is 95% thrifted and 5% stolen from miscellaneous people ( her dad, old boyfriends, hookups, friends, etc. ) is a notorious hoodie thief so dont lend her yours......

and this is WAY too long im.....so sorry this literally always happens aha <3 yes i ramble but thats bc . i have a lot to say and i also have a lot of love to give ! spare some plots ? we can im on tumblr but i am 100% easier to reach on discord ��@ EL i love u 💖✨🌙#8172 so hit me up there & lets get this show on the road baby ! 

[ohnoitsthebat]

Ambrolleigns? 😏

vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

To quote Sheriff Donna, “Darn tootin!” lmao. I love all of The Shield boys, and I want all of them to be happy. Ambrolleigns was a ship that I was kinda sorta known for loving back when I was an active member of wrestling fandom. I just. Can you imagine. Picture it–Sicily, 1912.

Okay, for real though. Seth, Dean, and Roman making their way back to the hotel after a brutal show. They worked a 6-man tag, in which Seth fucked up his knee (not too badly, but enough that he needed to be helped to the back). Ro’s got an ice pack pressed against Seth’s knee, blue-gray eyes searching Seth’s brown ones while Dean rummages around in the room’s tiny fridge for the 6 pack of beer he put in there earlier. He brings one for Roman, one for Seth, and one for himself. When Seth declines, Dean tips the bottle toward Roman.

“I’m good. Thanks, though.”Dean shrugs. “I’m drinkin’ it, then. I earned it.”

They don’t make love that night, not properly, but Dean and Roman do take care of their boy. Roman cards his fingers through Seth’s long, sweaty locks and kisses him softly, while Dean settles himself between Seth’s legs, nuzzling and kissing his inner thighs, before working his way up to kiss the tip of Seth’s cock.

Uh…sorry, got carried away there. Whoopsie. LOL. Thanks for asking, babe!

[deans-baby-momma]

The Hunter and The Sheriff - Chapter 3

Dean didn't want to do it, he tried to stave it off as long as he could but when Donna touched his balls while his cock was being squeezed by her tight throat his cum shot out of him like a bullet.

Donna hummed as he throbbed and pumped her gullet full, swallowing every single drop and licking the remnants from his member as she slowly backed off.

“Mmmm delicious,” she purred as she sat back on her feet and looked up at him through her eyelashes.

He smiled down at her in adoration. Dean felt as if he had died and went to Heaven, again. Only Heaven was a busty, full-figured woman with curly blonde hair.

Dean helps Donna up off the floor and they flop onto the bed once again, giggling and laughing at the wet spot on the sheets.

They lay in bed the rest of the night and regaled each other with stories, from Donna growing up in Hastings to Dean telling her about almost being taken out by a sharp piece of metal.

The sun was just beginning to rise as the two lovers dozed off to sleep, wrapped in one another's arms.

The sun was blinding and he could hear birds chirping outside as Dean’s mind woke up. He smiled as he remembered where he was and why he was so fucking tired. After driving eight hours to get to Donna, they spent the rest of the night fucking like animals…. just like Donna had said.

Dean never knew Sheriff Donna Hanscum was such a vivacious and spirited lover. She was so reserved and shy before but god damn if Dean would complain. He knew he has met his match and he was fucking loving every minute of it.

Donna’s head was on his chest and her arm was draped across his stomach, her fingers tickling along his side. He opened his eyes and looked down at the mess of blonde curls that were littering across his body.

“I wanna take you out,” he rasps. “On a date.”

Donna’s head whips up and she looks at him stunned.

“Really? Like, for reals?”

“For reals,” he chuckles. “I wanna treat you right. Doug 1 and 2 didn’t do it and I don’t think any man has ever treated you like you should be treated.”

“And how’s that?” Donna asks, bringing her hand up to his chest and putting her chin on it to look up at him.

“Like a fucking goddess, Don! You are the epitome of someone who should be cherished and treasured.”

“Are you just saying that because you’re fucking with me?” she asks and then laughs. “That statement could go either way. Either you’re joking with me or it’s because you have been literally fucking me?”

“You’re adorable,” he says with a smile and kisses her forehead. “I like you Donna. Hell, I think I have always been attracted to you but, in this life, you know sometimes you just have to put things to the side and deal with them later.”

“Are you saying you want to be my boyfriend?”

Dean rolls his eyes but there’s a smirk on his face. “Well I am a boy and I think I’m your friend. So I kinda already am aren’t I?”

“Oh honey. There ain’t nothing boy about you. You are all man. 110% man. You’re my manfriend.”

“So does that make you my womanfriend?”

“Yep,” Donna says and then pushes herself up. Dean misses the heat of her body next to his but he definitely enjoys the view of Donna’s ample bosom bouncing with her movements. He savors the sight as she stands and turns toward him, still in her birthday suit.

His eyes rake over her body, from her robust but shapely breasts over her plump tummy and down to the motherland. Her mound is neatly trimmed with just a faint tuft of blonde curls hiding the most delicious pussy he’s ever had. Her thighs touch but to Dean, that just makes her even more sexy.

“Oompha,” Donna says and grabs his attention back to her face. “You keep looking like you're going to devour me and we’ll never get out of this room.”

“That a bad thing?”

“It is when I got the evening shift and I need to get ready,” Donna tells him.

“Oh, yea. I guess so,” Dean says as he sits up in the bed, his back against the headboard. “Well, while you are out keeping the wonderful townspeople safe, I need to run some errands myself. Where’s the nearest men’s store?”

“Wal-Mart is-” Donna begins but stops and pinches her lips together as Dean throws the sheet off his body and stands on the opposite side of the bed. Her eyes are automatically drawn to his cock, swinging between his bowed legs. “-I just can’t get over how that fit inside me. It’s so thick and long and..” she trails off into a whimper but then shakes her head and brings her eyes back to Dean’s face. “Wal-Mart is 15 miles east of here.”

Dean smiles, the first genuine smile he can remember in a long time. Donna is just so pure and good. She is completely adorable.

“Come on, let’s get cleaned up so you can get to work and I can go buy something to wear on our date.”

They once again share a shower but keep it chaste, only touching to wash each other’s backs.

Donna is dressed in her uniform and Dean is in a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, as he sees her off, opening the door and kissing her deeply before slapping her ass and shooing her out the door.

As Dean watches Donna leave in her patrol car, he smiles once again genuine and actually happy.

‘I could get used to this,’ he thinks to himself.

His phone rings and he sees that it’s Sam calling.

“Hey Sam, everything alright?”

He listens as Sam says he was just calling to make sure Dean was fine since he hadn’t come back to the Bunker.

“Yea, yea. I’m good. Just needed a breather. Ya know, that was a close call on that last hunt. Just needed to get my head back on straight. I’ll be home in a few days.”

Dean stares at the objects in front of him. He shouldn’t have done it but he was bored and boredom leads to mischief.

It just so happens that his mischief was the mistake of going through Donna’s closet. When he found the box shoved in the very back of the room, he should’ve left it there. He shouldn’t have pulled it out and carried it to the bed.

He damn sure shouldn’t have opened it. Because what he found inside not only troubled him but had him questioning a lot also.

He knew the items inside were Donna’s because he saw her name and address clearly on the mailing label. What he didn’t understand was why she would have these in her possession. What was her plan? Had she used these before?

Then he briefly recalls her words while he was ramming into her just a few hours prior. Oh. Oh. Oh! She wasn’t just talking dirty to be talking dirty. She really does have toys….and a few torture devices by the looks of it.

Dean picks up a pair of handcuffs that - sure, a Sheriff needs handcuffs - but not ones with red fur around the bracelets. He jiggles them in his hand, letting them hang from his fingertip and is impressed with the weight of the shackles.

They’re not flimsy like others he has seen and has used with other lovers. Those broke way too easily, but these….these were meant to hold their victims captive and bound.

His dick twitched at the idea of Donna fettering him up and having her way with him. The imagery in his mind had his dick standing at attention in no time. He knew she was going to be gone for a few more hours so he decided to use a couple of the more vanilla items and relieve himself.

Dean quickly found out just how difficult it was to utilize an anal plug on himself. Everytime he began he would tense up and have to start over. Once the little bulb was seated in his ass, he took the tight cock ring and worked it over his throbbing member until it was in place at the root.

He reached over and brought the bottle of lube he’d been using on the plug and squirted a generous amount in his hand before wrapping his fingers around himself. The liquid was cool but assisted in his movements.

As he jacked off, he thought back to just this morning, of Donna standing at the side of the bed, no longer ashamed and bashful in his presence. No she was comfortable in her body and confident and that was the biggest turn on if there ever was one.

Dean could feel his balls begin to draw up as he kept stroking and squeezing and turning his hand just so right at the bottom of the head of his dick. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer and he’d still have time to clean up before Donna came home from her shift.

Donna. The one woman that was getting under his skin. She was seeing the part of Dean that he kept hidden from the world. The Sheriff was unknowingly weaseling her way right into his heart, in ways Dean never could have expected.

As he thinks of the busty blonde Sheriff and the smoking hot body she hides under her uniform, he quickly finds his release, his seed shooting out and landing on his groin and lower abdomen.

He gets his breathing back to normal and works the cockring off his flaccid member before doing the same with the plug.

While cleaning himself and disinfecting the toys with the sanitary spray that he found in the bag, he smiles as he thinks of all the crazy ways he and Donna could use the bag of items.

Noticing the time, he is surprised that in less than an hour Donna would be off the clock; headed to him, and their date….that he still needed to get ready for.

For the second time that day, Dean showers, and steps out onto the rug to dry off and get dressed.

He saunters into Donna’s room with the towel wrapped around his waist, feeling right at home. He didn't have to hide his insecurities behind a mask of masculinity and bravado here. It was refreshing.

He dresses and walks back into the bathroom to toss the towel in the hamper and style his hair. When he hears the front door open, he smiles at himself in the mirror. My love is home runs through his mind and that stops him in his tracks.

When did that happen? When did a good time between two friends lead to love? Sure, they were screwing but he'd fucked plenty of women though the years and he'd never thought of them as love.

Lovers, maybe. Lisa, Cassie, Anna. They were lovers but he never thought of them as his love. Donna was different, though.

Donna knew his life; she understood it. She helped even. They have a mutual bond- a connection. Could that be it?

He felt this way because they understood one another on a deeper level than he'd ever experienced, ‘that had to be it right?’

“Honey, I'm home!” Donna says as she enters the bedroom and strolls into the bathroom where Dean is having his internal conflict. “Heya handsome. You sure look nice. Give me half an hour and I'll be ready for our date.”

Donna strips out of her uniform and underclothes before stepping into the shower. What she didn't notice was Dean still staring at himself in the mirror and not at her, like he'd done since they began their arrangement.

Dean finally snaps out of it and speaks, “I'll be in the kitchen waiting.”

“Sure thing,” Donna responds.

Dean paces in the kitchen as he contemplates when and how his feelings for Donna had changed.

When did he go from being a friend, a fuck buddy to this? To thinking of Donna as his… anything.

Sure they had confirmed their status just this morning but he wasn't expecting these feelings so quickly.

‘Oh fuck! I have feelings. I'm a goddamn chick flick!’

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[thoughtslikeaminefield]

The Mud On Your Boots

CHAPTER ONE

Summary: Until Dean shows up in Hibbing unexpectedly, Donna had been enduring a bit of a dry spell. Then, just as unexpectedly, they find something in each other and fall deeper and deeper into happiness and comfort - and, yes, love.

Pairing: Donna x Dean

Warnings: fingering, dirty talk, fluff, consent is sexy

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six

Donna met the Winchesters at a turning point in her life, fresh off a divorce from a man who ridiculed her eating and her weight – yet her memories of that meeting experience embolden her. Her life was forever changed after meeting the hunters and her now best friend Jody.

Donna’s realized her natural strengths. She’s eradicated the kind of angst from her life that used to fuel her to do better, be better – she’s redefined better, actually. She’s proud of herself and she’s proud of her life.

Since her last boyfriend left for fear of the supernatural and the unknown, Donna’s left romance on the backburner. She finds comfort with her newly found family – Jody always listens and empathizes, and Donna’s slight maternal instincts are exercised by helping watch over Claire, Alex, and Patience.

All that being said, nights like tonight leave her wanting.

“Thanks for coming, Sheriff Hanscum,” Renee says as she releases her boss from a firm hug. “And... thank you for the gifts.” Renee whispers that part – shying away from speaking too loudly about the grab bag of goodies Donna put together for the newly married young couple’s honeymoon activities.

Jody helped her pick everything out as they each bought a few things for themselves. The thought of her new toys waiting for her at home has her at once looking forward to using them and wishing she had someone to play with.

“Aww,” Donna says, tapping a finger to the button of the girl’s nose. “Well, you enjoy every minute of it, doll.” Renee flushes pink, and Donna grins with a squeeze of her hand before letting her go and exiting the reception.

Weddings always make her a swoony, and as she grows older – and less frequently sexually engaged – they also make her amorous. She sighs as the Uber she ordered pulls up, slides inside and sets about scanning her phone for messages and case alerts. She organizes the following day in her schedule and chuckles to herself as she replies to Jody’s request to meet for lunch the following week, declaring “these girls’re gonna give me a fucking aneurysm.”

As she’s about to pocket her phone, it buzzes in her hand. It’s a message from Dean, and her belly flips inexplicably. Dean’s handsome and all, but those boys are like brothers to her. Did somebody spike her beers with Spanish Fly? She’s probably just feeling residual anxiousness from thinking about her toys.

In town for the night

no Sammy

bored outta my mind

Want some company?

Donna hesitates – another inexplicable response to a simple Dean text. Then she shakes her head, laughs it off, and replies.

Sure! In an Uber omw home from a wedding reception

Wanna pick up some beer and pizza?

Two seconds pass, she bites her lip, her phone buzzes, and her face splits into a grin.

Way ahead of ya, D. See ya at yours

Donna finally slips her phone into her jacket pocket with a renewed optimism for the evening. Just because she and Dean aren’t romantic, doesn’t mean she can’t enjoy his company and allow his visit to at least partially fill the void.

“Oh, turn here, hon,” she says to the Uber driver. “We’ll get there a little quicker this way.”

Then she sinks back into her seat for the remainder of the trip.

When she arrives home, Dean’s already inside. He and Sam have keys to both her and Jody’s places now, just as she and Jody have access to each other’s and the bunker. This exchange was supposed to be in case of emergency, but Dean’s never had a lot of regard for propriety.

Donna grins, hearing him singing in the kitchen, as she hangs her coat in her front closet and tosses her keys into the bowl by the door. He’s laid out the pizza, napkins, and paper plates on her coffee table, turned on her Pandora, and, by the sounds of it, is getting them each a beer from the kitchen.

Dean emerges, hands braced in a triangle, carrying two bottles of beer and a half-full bottle of Cholula, his teeth clenching a swinging bag of grated parmesan, looking right at home. He hums something from around the bag of cheese between his teeth, and Donna laughs.

“Ya sure know the way to a girl’s heart, doncha?” Donna jokes as she toes her booties off and takes her hair tie out of her hair, shaking it loose.

The wedding wasn’t formal at all, so she’s perfectly comfortable in the jeans and sweater she wore to the event as she collapses onto the couch and watches Dean deftly drop the parmesan from his teeth in front of her while simultaneously setting the Cholula aside.

“You’re welcome,” he says, handing her one of the beers with that signature smirk. “How’s the wedding?” He flips the pizza box open and scoops up a piece for himself before dropping back into the couch cushions. “Anybody I know?”

“Nah,” Donna answers, pulling a meaty, cheesy slice onto a plate. “One of my newer deputies. I give her three months before she announces her first pregnancy and takes leave.”

Dean shrugs. “Young love, huh?” He folds the slice in his mouth until half of it disappears from view.

Donna chuckles. “Guess so,” she says, taking a healthy bite of her own. “What’re you in town for? Where’s Sam?”

Dean rolls his eyes dramatically and chews his food like it’s all a chore. He speaks around a mouthful when he answers. “Caught a vamp case 20-miles from here, handled it before I even needed to call ya.” He chews some more before taking a giant swallow of food and beer. “Sammy’s off playin’ Chief of the Hunter Clan, or some shit, I dunno…”

“Chief of the what now?” Donna asks, sipping her beer and sprinkling Cholula on her pizza slice. She hears the edge of irritability in Dean’s voice – that all-purpose edge he uses when he’s mad, sad, or scared. Donna’s seen all three incarnations. This one’s hard to pinpoint.

Dean explains with a bit of derision Sam’s new role as mentor and manager of the new-to-this-world hunters. Donna listens patiently, and when he’s done talking, Dean seems less on edge.

“Raised him right, sounds like,” she says, and Dean smiles like he’s shy, dipping his chin to his chest. That, Donna’s never seen – and she decides she likes it.

“Want another beer?” Dean asks before downing his own and standing.

“I’m good – had a couple at the reception,” she answers, and Dean nods as he turns on his heel and heads to the kitchen for another.

Donna watches him walk, bowlegs and strong hips, jeans sat perfectly over his high, rounded ass, t-shirt loose and hanging just right. She unconsciously licks her lips and lets herself fantasize for a few moments about what kind of power is behind those hips and thighs, about the smooth skin of his solid torso, the softness of his shapely lips. She sighs to herself as Dean makes his way back to the living room.

“Let me know when you wanna hit the sack,” he says, propping his feet up on her coffee table and scrolling through her Pandora stations.

Without thinking, Donna replies. “Why, ya wanna join me?” She picks at her slice then takes another bite, keeping her eyes on her task.

Hoo, boy. I said that.

Dean freezes mid-lift of the fresh beer to his mouth and slowly pans to his left to catch her eye. When she looks at him, trying to remain nonchalant, her breath leaves her and teeth slowly press a white seam into her full bottom lip.

Dean’s eyes drop to the action on her lower lip. His tongue darts across his own before he flicks his gaze to meet hers again, and she gasps. “That’n invitation?” he asks, his voice heavy and quiet.

Donna’s breath shakes as she recalibrates in her mind exactly how to respond based on his reaction – not that she had a plan to begin with; she’d really just blurted that out.

Damn red beer…

But his eyes are darker than usual, his voice deeper, his cheeks pinker. And Donna’s getting really warm.

“Is it-” Donna hops up from the couch and crosses the room to the thermostat. “Ya think it’s hot in here?” Her voice is breathier than she’s used to managing so she sounds a little strained.

Dean doesn’t answer, and she hopes for a moment that he’ll forget her blabbering. She doesn’t know how to do this anymore and she certainly doesn’t know how to do it with Dean. Yet, there they are.

“Maybe a little,” Dean finally answers with a soft chuckle.

Donna sighs some relief and fiddles with the thermostat. She wastes approximately four seconds that feel like 40-minutes before Dean clears his throat.

“D?” he says, amusement clear in his voice. “Ya didn’t answer my question.”

Donna pulls a deep breath before turning to face him. “I’m sorry,” she sing-songs. “I’ve had beers and the wedding was so emotional and I’m being… needy?” She rambles as she flits to the couch to take her seat next to Dean. “Just forget I said something so silly.”

Without missing a beat, Dean reaches for her hand. “Whaddaya need?” he asks, soft and suddenly serious.

She didn’t realize she’d sat so close to him this time, facing him, one leg tucked under her rear end, and her hands open in her lap. Dean’s fingers are gentle, warm, and probing as he entwines them with hers.

“What?” she asks, bewildered, letting him touch her, letting her body’s natural reactions get the best of her mind.

“You said you’re needy,” he says, brushing his thumb across the back of her hand.

The way he’s looking at her – she tries to recall a time any man ever looked at her this way. It isn’t love in his eyes, but it isn’t far off, and she’s drawn to that look, bolstered by it.

She shakes her head, holds his gaze, honest and bare. “I just… want.”

“Okay,” he says, nodding, encouraging. “Then tell me what you want.”

Donna doesn’t answer with words. She steels herself, swallows thick then moves over him, slots her thighs on either side of his hips, cups his face in her hands and kisses him. Dean doesn’t even let her lips touch his before he’s got his hands up under her sweater, his fingers burning prints into her skin.

“Sure ‘bout this?” he asks, quiet but without letting up on her body and her lips. “You been drinkin’.”

“I’m good,” she answers, licking his lips, pulling them between her own. “This’s good.”

He nods and doubles down, turns with her wrapped around him, lays her back on the couch. He hovers over her, kissing her mouth, popping the button on her jeans, leaving them barely open before dragging that hand up to cup one of her breasts, brush a thumb over the thin fabric covering her puckered nipple.

It has been so long since she’s had sex. Every inch he touches and licks is off-the-charts hot and she’s already squirming under him, clothed and just 5-minutes in.

“Get this sweater off,” Dean says, shoving it upward and making Donna giggle. “It’s hot in here, right?” He grins, teasing, again before kissing her skin as he exposes it.

She sits up halfway and pulls the garment the rest of the way over her head as he mirrors her actions with his t-shirt. They each toss their clothes anywhere but there and set back to kissing.

Dean braces himself over her with one hand on the arm of the couch above her head as his other hand works at the lace of her bra. First, he slides a finger back and forth, earning a gasp and a sigh from Donna, then he pinches and pulls the nipple between his thumb and middle finger. Before Donna can guess what he’ll do next, his hot mouth is over her other fabric-covered nipple, and she’s arching off the couch.

Her hands are everywhere, and his skin is just as hot and smooth as she’d expected. He’s so solid and meaty and strong. Donna slides her palms over his shoulders and down his chest and belly until her hands are hooked in his jeans. She pops his button this time but doesn’t stop there.

“We really doin’ this?” Dean asks, nipping at her throat and sliding her bra strap over one shoulder. His lips are hot and damp and so good, and she shivers.

“Uh-huh,” she whispers back, sliding a small hand into the front of his jeans and gripping him through his boxers. He groans into her, scrapes his teeth along the column, then takes a mouthful of skin where her shoulder meets her neck.

Donna’s breath stutters again as his lips graze her collarbone and close over her now exposed nipple. “Oh, boy,” she breathes.

She feels him smile against her breast, huff a quiet laugh, lick and swirl around her nipple and pull it between his lips.

“Donna,” his voice rolls over her skin and then he’s at her ear. “I’m gonna take your pants off now so I can get my mouth on ya.” He drops a kiss to her sternum and starts to move down. “Cool?”

“Yeah,” her voice is high and tight when she answers. “Real cool,” she gasps for air as he travels down and down, unsnapping the front of her bra to fully expose her, kissing across her belly, dragging a hand down her side, trailing kisses up along her ribs. “Hoo…” she breathes heavy.

Dean chuckles again. “Been a while?” he asks, smiling up at her from where he’s working her pants open and over her hips.

She’s got her hands in her own hair and she’s staring at the ceiling, counting to ten, trying to steady her breathing. Donna nods and looks down at him. When their eyes meet, she relaxes into the cushions again. Dean looks at her with a kind of reverence she hasn’t seen in too long– and so much heat.

“Been a while,” she confirms with a wide grin, reaching down to run a single fingertip around the shell of his ear. She thinks she hears him purr, knows she sees him close his eyes and nuzzle into her touch.

“Same here,” he says with a satisfied sigh as he rises to kneel and toss her jeans over his shoulder.

He looks down at her, and her belly flips again. His hands skim her knees and her thighs, and he drops to settle between her legs, her knees askew, over his shoulders. “Why didn’t we do this sooner?” He asks, placing a gentle kiss to the satin covering her, holding her eyes with his, deepening the kiss until she starts to squirm again, and he can taste her wet. “Mmm,” he moans.

“Dean,” she gasps, she can’t do anything else. “Wow.”

She’s so wound up, she thinks she might come from this. She is not one of those multi-orgasmic gals and wants the night to last, though, so she holds her breath and tries to clear her mind.

“Oh, honey,” Dean says, pushing one of her legs over the back of the couch to open her wider before using his teeth and making her make a sound like sobbing. “We just got started.”

“Holy…” Donna sends up a prayer that she will, in fact, make it through the night because she’s pretty sure she’s going to want more of this tomorrow and the next day.

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Chapter Two

[maximumkillshot]

She’s a Knockout

Warnings: Some angst, some spoilers for s14, some fluff, cursing because c’mon it’s me we’re talkin’ about, also some allusion to sexy times.

Pairing: Dean x Donna 

Characters: Doug, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Donna

A/N: ONWARD WITH THE 606 CHALLENGE!!! I know I haven’t posted for this in a while, but this submission from @adoptdontshoppets that just started singing to me tonight. The submission is:

“Whatcha doin’ here Dean?” + Dean x Donna + Dean shows up at the sheriff’s office to ask Donna on a date + I vote for fluff ‘cause she says ‘yes.’ Though angst if she says no could be interesting too. 🙂 Maxi’s 606

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Dean’s POV:

“Just go to her, he says, what’s the worst that could happen, he says…” I mumbled to myself as Bon Jovi plays over the radio. My hands are sweating like crazy.

I haven’t talked to Donna since I met with her before I was going to bury myself under the Pacific, which I’m sure she found out by now. I knew that I had to see her though. I like her too much to leave her in the dark.

“Why Donna?” asked my brother to which I blurted.

“Because she’s the only one I needed to see before I did what I had to.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

Sammy smiled at that, “Oh yeah you do. You like her… like… like her like her.”

“How old are you Sammy, 5?” I asked annoyed… but he wasn’t wrong.

“You’re the one that can’t bring yourself to say you got the hots for Donna, so who’s 5?”

“Wiseass.” I huffed.

“You know we are only one hour away… You could surprise her, ask her out.” said Sam with a smirk.

“No, not gonna happen, okay? She’s into the kind and soft guys, not me.”

“How do you know that?”

“Have you seen her exes?”

“Yeah they’re all dicks who left her because she was just being her… C’mon Dean… I’m sure you’re gonna be surprised.”

“Ughhh fine… fine… But if this goes South, I’m blamin’ you.” I growled as I grabbed my keys.

Which leads me to now. Almost 5 minutes away from the station with my stomach in my throat and heart beating out of my chest just thinking about her smile. Oh shit, there it is, Stillwater PD.

I park Baby in the parking lot… Just thinking, sweating, hoping, panicking… a whole crap ton of panicking. I get the guts to walk up to the station doors and I pull. My feet are so damn heavy. When I go up to the reception desk I see him, fuckin’ Doug. Yeah the blind asshole of an ex-husband of Donna’s, he walks up to me and says “Hey Dean, nice to see you.”

“I would say the feeling’s mutual but that’d be a lie. Why are you here?” I asked defensively.

“I could ask you the same thing,” He commented as he straightened up.

“None of your damn business… where’s Donna? I gotta talk to her.” I said as I looked behind him.

“About what?” He asked…

“About Nunya” I said nonchalantly.

“Nunya?”

“Nunya damn business now where’s Donna?” I growled.

“Hah, good one Dean. Doug, what’re you doing here?” chuckled Donna as she came out from a briefing, it seems.

“Just wanted to check on you,” said Doug.

“Well guess what’s the last thing a cop needs?... Someone to check on them so hit the road, Jack.” I said as I motioned to the door.  

“I was going to take you out to lunch…” Said, Doug, as he looked at his watch, “But since you took forever I guess that’s not happening, yet another thing you can’t do right… tell time.”

I immediately tensed up and went to grab for my gun, then I remembered…. I’m in a police department, filled with police officers…. Not a good time to lose my shit… so I huffed and gave him the best ‘I will murder you’ face I have. 

“You never even told me that you were coming,” She defended.

“I don’t even know why I try with you, I mean c’mon it’s not like you stopped having your love affair with food anyway. And it shows,” He said as he motioned to her stomach and her head fell.

“Hey Detective Asshat Mc’Douche, I believe that there are some other things that you should be worrying about like, oh I don’t know, me calling your superior for being out of your jurisdiction on lunch…” I said as I started dialing the phone, my head nodding.

He grunted and began to walk by me, not even acknowledging Donna, and I threw in, “Oh and one more thing... I don’t know who you’re looking at but Donna’s a knockout… Just because you’re too much of an asshole to see that doesn’t mean that you get to come in here and say shit… Not like you’re exactly the picture of fitness there, Pillsbury Dough Boy .”

Doug looked at his stomach an sucked in his stomach as he walked out and I said loud enough that he could hear, “Believe me chief, you’re gonna need an iron corset to tuck that gut in, sucking it in’s just the beginning.”

Donna started laughing as well as a few other cops and criminals in the department. The man was literally laughed out of the station.

“You didn’t have to do that...” Said Donna through her toothy grin, “What’cha doin here Dean?” she asked immediately after.

“Don’t even mention it, to be honest with you, I’ve been wanting to do that for years.” I said with a relazed exhale, “and I came her to talk with you.”

“About? A new case?” she asked.

“Not exactly.”

“Well I needed to call yah anyway… come on,” smiled Donna as she lead me to the conference room. As soon as she closed the door and shut the blinds she said, “Dean, Sam told me some things, I need to see if they’re true. Something about you wanting to throw yourself to the bottom of the ocean because Michael won’t leave, yah gotta tell me he was just goofin’” she said with pain in her eyes.

I turned my head slightly to the side, “He wasn’t, Donna.”

“Wha.. Why Dean, Why would you do that?!” She near screamed at me.

“I thought that there was no other choice, Donna.”

“And what about Sam, Jack, Jody, the girls, me? You didn’t even drop by to say goodbye.”

“I did… to you,” I said with solemn eyes.

“When…” It was then that it clicked for her, “That spontaneous lunch… I knew yah were actin’ a bit weird… Held me a bit too long that day, why didn’tcha tell me?”

“I knew you’d talk me out of it,” I said as I looked at the hurt and confusion.

“Why me? Why not Jody?” She asked.

“The feelings I have for Jody aren’t the same feelings I have for you…. Which is why I’m here, Donna.”

“Dean, you’re weirdin’ me out here,” she started shifting her weight and I chuckled.

“You’re different, Donna. You are so strong and you are you. You are you and you’re so proud of it. You have every right to be, you’re funny, smart, drop dead gorgeous…”

“Hold on there Winchester, I’m not even pretty let alone gorgeous.” She chuckled.

“Then why is it that I couldn’t leave without seeing your beautiful face again? Hearing your gorgeous laugh? Donna you don’t know how amazing and gorgeous you are and I need to stop acting like I don’t feel like this towards you. The fact is, I’ve felt this way since I first met you.”

“This is a joke, right? Who put you up to this?” asked Donna.

“I’d never joke like this, Donna. I love you…” I let it slip… “Fuck… I just… please give me a shot before I start making a fool of myself here.”

“How do I know if you’re serious here, Dean?” Donna asked.

“You trust me?” I asked.

“With my life.” She said as I closed the gap.

“Dean, whatrya?” She said as I tilted her head up to meet mine. I looked at her as I slowly closed the little space we had between our lips and I kissed her. I kissed her with everything I had. Everything I was trying to say. Before I knew it, she wrapped her hands around my neck as I cradled her head, deepening the kiss. As soon as I pulled away I missed her immediately.

“Wow” she said as she looked up at me with her doe-eyes.

“So?” I said nervously, my hands around her waist, still a breath away.

“I get off at 5” she blushed.

I chuckled as I said, “I’m thinkin’ burgers and chili cheese fries at Big Tony’s Bar?”

She responded with, “What about desert?”

I whispered into her ear before I let her go, “You.”

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TITLE: Shamrocks

A/N: A Dean x Donna St. Patrick’s Day fic. Some angst and comfort here. I love them so.

He hadn’t meant to look.

Well, he always meant to look, but he also knew how Donna felt about him staring at her, especially in such a state of undress. She’d gotten used to it during sexy times, but even then her face flushed a becoming shade of pinkish-red and her shyness took over. He knew he had her damn ex to thank for that, but Dean had no doubt with more time and her ever-growing confidence she’d come around.

But he really hadn’t meant to see what he saw this time. He’d merely thrown a casual “You wanna eat lunch here or in town?” over his shoulder as they got dressed and couldn’t help the double-take and stare that followed.

He barely had time to read the words across the butt of her panties before she slid her jeans on, hiding the treasure from his curious eyes. Had he read that right? The light gray boyshorts with a green waistband and a sparkly green shamrock on each cheek had ‘Shake Those Shamrocks’ emblazoned on them in green glitter?

“Whoa, what was that?” He couldn’t help himself. He knew he risked her turning shy and clamming up or getting irritated with him, which resulted in the same thing, but he had to know. “I’ve never seen those before.”

“What?” Donna glanced over her shoulder to find Dean staring—nearly gawking, if she were honest—and she rushed to throw her green shirt on. “Dean…” Her warning, muffled by her shirt, sounded less serious than she’d meant for it to.

He cleared his throat, a small smile playing at his lips. Tread lightly, he warned himself. She hadn’t been her usual, jovial self since she’d arrived at the bunker the day before, and though he’d tried to get her to talk, she’d brushed it off, feigning happy. He wanted to know what was going on in her head, and teasing too much or pissing her off would only push her away.

He waited until she faced him—fully clothed, he was sad to note—one hand on her hip. “The, uh….shamrocks?” Deliberately darting his eyes to her hips and back, he stared at her, amused.

“Oh.” He saw pink blooming on her cheeks as she turned her back to him, reaching for her jewelry and gun on the bedside table. “They’re nothin’.”

“Not true,” he assured her. “They’re somethin’.”

She swore she heard admiration in his voice. Or was it teasing? “You ready to go? We’ve got a lot of errands to run.”

“Uh huh…”

His smug tone, accompanied by the smile she heard in his voice, grated on her. “It’s nothing, Dean.” She hadn’t meant to sound as harsh as she did, had only meant to shut down the conversation, but she knew she’d overdone it.

“Hey.”

His soft tone, full of concern, popped the bubble of frustration inside of her, leaving her feeling deflated, even as he moved to sit next to her as she sunk down on the edge of the bed.

“I’m…sorry if I…said something wrong.”

It came out nearly a question, and it made her feel worse because Dean had always been so good to her.

“No.” She shook her head, frustrated at herself. “You didn’t say anything wrong.” She glanced at him, his eyes questioning, apprehension written on his face, before she dropped her gaze to her hands. “I was cleaning out the spare bedroom the other day and came across a bunch of stuff that reminded me of Doug.”

The name caused Dean to tense, though he tried not to let it show. They both had a past, and while they didn’t talk about them often, he was always overcome by emotions when Doug was brought up: disgust and a need to punch something with Doug the First (or as he’d come to think of him, the Worst) and regret and sorrow for what Donna had lost with Doug the Second. He didn’t know which one she referred to, but regardless, unlocking old doors always led to emotional strife.

“I’d bought a bunch of stuff, a long time ago…when I thought our marriage could be saved. Cute clothes, jewelry, a whole line of holiday-themed lingerie….sorry, I know you don’t wanna hear this stuff,” she apologized, realizing this was likely the last door Dean had wanted to open.

“Don’t be sorry.” He reached over and gripped one of her hands in his. “Tell me?”

He didn’t want to know, not really. He hated hearing how the Worst had treated her, how he verbally assaulted and abused her, and after the handful of times she’d talked about her marriage, full of aching for Donna and fury at the Worst, he had to go blow off steam by visiting the shooting range or the boxing bag in the gym. But he also wanted to know in order to understand Donna more, to help her regain a healthy view of herself, and because he loved her—he wanted to know everything, even the parts she hated. The Worst had left her feeling subpar, insecure, and less than feminine. Her relationship with the Second had helped heal some of those wounds, as had taking on monsters, her role as sheriff, and helping Jody and the girls kick ass. But his departure had deeply hurt her and left her wondering if any man would respect her as a hunter/sherriff and want her as a woman.

He’d be that man, and he wanted her to know it.

“I’d bought that stuff, determined to try. Doug wouldn’t, and I felt I had to be the one to make something happen, to…fix me so he’d want me…and want to stay.”

He heard the ache in her voice, full of defeat and self-recriminations. The reassurances lined up on his tongue like a freeway pile-up, and it took all the strength he possessed not to butt in, not to try to fix the hurts thrust upon her by some prick who’d never deserved her.

He waited, his thumb lightly rubbing a rhythm against her hand as she spoke.

“I guess I thought…” She huffed derisively before continuing. “…hoped that somehow it’d help. Can’t see now why I cared so much then. I loved him, I know I did, but…it took being away from him to know I was worth more than he ever gave me credit for.”

She glanced at him furtively, his gaze empathetic and intense and patient, which both soothed and unnerved her. “It ended up making things worse though—for me. I’d set aside whatever fight still had my heart hurting, get dolled up, and show up vulnerable. Hopeful. Forgiving. Caring. Desperately wanting things to change. To go back to the way it’d been before he’d shown his true colors and treated me like shit.”

Though he could hear the strain in her voice, she didn’t cry. His heart both ached and raged as she spoke, the images she set in his mind playing like a film he already knew the ending to, even as he wished he could rewrite it.

“I shouldn’t have tried so hard, but I needed to know I’d done everything I could to make it work, and this was my last attempt. It backfired, though. Just gave him better ammunition: new slights, cutting comments, ridicules. I felt foolish. Stupid. As though new clothes would fix my marriage.”

She tried to keep the hurt out of her voice as she scoffed at her younger self, but it bled through, a deep red wound that hadn’t yet healed. She shook her head to brush the pain away and continued.

“After he left, I threw all the things I’d bought into a box and shoved it in the back of the guest room closet. I’d forgotten all about them…until I found them the other day. At first I was going to give it all away, but…I like the stuff I bought. It’s all still brand new, and it’s pretty and fun and sassy.”

“Like you.”

Donna felt her heart clench in her chest at his words, and she raised her eyes to his. Dean stared at her intently, his gaze full of hurt, compassion, and fire. “You amaze me,” he nearly whispered in wonder. “It wasn’t your job to fix him. Or even try to make it work after he treated you the way he did. But still you cared. And forgave. And didn’t for one second let him destroy the incredible woman you are.”

Tears pricked her eyes, and she looked away, unable to hold his gaze.

Dean waited a few moments before cupping her cheek and guiding her back to face him. “You have nothing—nothing,” he reiterated emphatically. “to feel foolish about. A man like that doesn’t deserve to be with any woman, let alone someone as strong and independent and compassionate as you. Hell, I know how fortunate I am you’re here with me, and I don’t ever want to do anything to screw that up.

“You like that stuff? You wear it. It makes you feel good? Buy it all. You wanna eat pie? Just make sure you bring me some.” She huffed a laugh, but he continued. “But don’t ever think there was something else you could’ve done or tried to be to please a bastard like that. You are sexy as hell. You’re smart and strong and funny and I wanna spend every second you’ll let me showing you how much I love everything about you.”

Donna moved so quickly he barely had time to register it before her lips crashed against his, and when she pulled away, she leaned her forehead against his, their noses barely touching.

“Sweetheart, you okay?”

“You betcha,” she murmured, her breath whispering against his lips before she sat upright. “Thank you. Finding all that stuff just made relive some of before, and…I was really struggling with whether to get rid of it or keep it. But stuff him! I’m not gonna let him ruin nice things for me. Including you. I don’t want issues with him to come between us. Next time I’ll try to talk things out. Didn’t mean to be a grumpy-Gus.”

“You weren’t.” Dean raised her hand and kissed it. “But you come talk to me about anything, any time, okay?”

She gave him a thousand-watt smile, the one he held on to when things got bad, and nodded.

“Does that mean you’re keeping all that stuff?”

“I like it….yeah, I think so,” she stated, feeling more like herself again.

“Good. Does that mean you’re gonna shake your shamrocks for me?”

“Dean,” she chuffed with a smile, pushing at his shoulder as she got up and walked toward the bedroom door.

He stared after her longingly. “Does it?”

With her hand on the doorknob, she turned to face him, biting her lower lip. “Maybe when we get back,” she promised, then sashayed out of the room.

[bluestockingbaby]

STOKER

I finished Stoker last night, and may I just say; holy SHIT. I could write an essay about this movie, and here are some things that came immediately to mind. Some spoilers below.

I really want Park Chan-wook to direct an adaptation of The Secret History by Donna Tartt.

I have never been as scared of ANY character as I was of Matthew Goode. Every single scene that he was in made my skin crawl and my breath stop. I enjoy stories about many kinds of murderers (funny killers, sad killers, reluctant killers, hardened killers, accidental killers) but the absolute menace and manipulation was amazing. Even though it was never overdone or hammy, it was almost too intense to watch.

That said, the piano scene and the shoe scene had incredibly sexy symbolism. To me they were more erotic than Uncle Charlie’s scenes with the mother, or India’s shower scene (which was meant to be very disturbing).

I enjoyed how the Sheriff wasn’t shown as dumb, but his limited insight wasn’t enough to save him.

Nicole Kidman was wonderful, and she delivered her speech to India perfectly. The shot of her rage-stalking around the bonfire was some of the best five-second acting I have ever seen.

I’m a sucker for the Full Moon Symbolism when India is out with Dead Rapist Guy at night.

Richard, the just older brother is usurped by his wicked younger brother. Historical parallel or coincidence?

Mia Wasikowska stabs another dude with a pencil in a completely different movie, Crimson Peak.

India ends up taking different tokens from different people and integrating them into herself. The shoes from her father and her housekeeper throughout her childhood, then the heels from Charlie. When she tries to get something from her mother (time and hairbrushing) she is rejected. In the end, she’s taken her father’s sunglasses (back from Charlie, who was literally wearing Richard’s clothes), his gun, but also Charlie’s heels.

Was Richard afraid that Charlie would kill India and her mother, or that he would corrupt India? Richard would have spent a lot of time with India and observed some worrying similarities between her childhood behavior and Charlie’s...

OH MY GOSH I just realized that this whole movie is Hamlet, but the King’s Ghost and Claudius are THE SAME PERSON. I NEED to make a thesis exploring all the parallels and techniques psychosexual tensions, and spiritual undertones, and then I need to write lots of fanfiction exploring all the parallels and techniques psychosexual tensions and spiritual undertones

Although it’s a character study and completely focused on India, we only get to HEAR her thoughts are during a. the opening monologue which seems to be looking back on her transformation and b. the scene where she’s reading Uncle Charlie’s letters and her voice is reading the things that he wrote. The visuals do most of the work and imply so much. Mia Wasikowska plays India as a very impenetrable, internal person, which can be very hard to do in a way that’s both convincing to the audience and interesting to watch. She makes it work stunningly, and it ends up being fascinating.

tagging @harrietvane and @morethanprinceofcats because I’ve gotta talk to someone about this movie, and when I actually get enough energy to make original content I don’t want to just fling it into the internet without actually connecting to someone. morethanprinceofcats has a really good post that talks about why this movie may not be satisfying to some people, and is ableist in how it deals with Charlie (and perhaps India?), so that’s definitely worth checking out as well.

[ao3feed-destiel]

Sexy Substitute Professor P1

Read it on AO3 here!http://bit.ly/2Dpzp9m

by d3athth3kid

I'm sure the tags give it ways, but for those of you whom are like me, and don't feel like reading through them;

Castiel is roped into heading home after 7 years, his former professor convincing him to substitute her History classes while she's away.

There will be family reunions, maybe some porn searches (In the second part) and detailed descriptions of Cassie's body ;)

Words: 1204, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Sexy Substitute History Professor

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Castiel, Lucifer, Halel, Gabriel (Supernatural), Lucifer (Supernatural), Loki, Chuck Shurley, Jody Mills, Bella Talbet (Mentioned), Anna Milton (mentioned), Carver Edlund, Misha Collins, Donna Hanscum, Alex Jones (Supernatural), Crowley (Supernatural), Fergus MacLeod, Meg Masters, Meg Masters (Demon), Michael (Supernatural), Young John Winchester - Character, Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle, Sam Winchester, Pamela Barnes (Supernatural), Constance Welch, Sheriff Mills, William Anthony Harvelle (mentioned)

Relationships: Jody Mills & Chuck Shurley, Jody Mills / Chuck Shurley, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel & Dean Winchester

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Professor Castiel, orange boxer breifs, trench coat, Historian Castiel (Supernatural), Teacher Castiel (Supernatural), Professor Ellen Harvelle, Castiel has muscles, Pseudonyms, lincoln continental - Freeform, Halel - Freeform, Loki - Freeform, Shurley Siblings Are Genious', Wayward Sisters, Bespoke Tailor Lucifer, Pastry Chef Gabriel, Mischief Maker's Pastries, Morning Star's Bespoke Tailoring, Character With Heretochromia, Age Difference, Sheriff Mills - Freeform, Mother Jody, Adoption, Nicknames, Occasional swearing, Swearing

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