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Jealous

author’s note: This piece is for @fanaticwritings’ 2.7k challenge! I saw this prompt, and since the other one I chose is inevitably going to end up being super angsty and (more likely than not) sad, I went for something a little more joke-y and fluffy. Hope you guys enjoy!

prompt: “That’s french for go away, loser.”

Bucky Barnes x Reader

   The fancy Metropolitan bar, with a marble bar top and glowing purple lighting, is way busier than you’d anticipated. Sure, it is one of the most popular bars, located in the center of Manhattan - but it’s a Tuesday, for Christ’s sake. 

   “Don’t people have better things to do?” You mutter as you bring your drink to your lips, low enough to only be heard by your earpiece. 

   “Actually, looking at the profiles of this place’s clientele, they probably don’t. Most of the people around you are rich and probably bored out of their minds.” Natasha’s tinny voice enters your ear and you glance over a few faces, noting that she’s probably right - the woman to your left in a floor-length, gold-embroidered Gucci gown is blankly staring at the wall behind the bartenders head as a man in a crisp suit talks at her. 

   “Yikes.” You mutter, and gain a hum of approval from who you assume to be Nat. “How am I meant to find one blazer wearing socialite - who just so happens to sell bombs to bad people - in a sea of blazer wearing socialites?”

   Natasha scoffs. “That’s your job, Y/N. Look for something garish and overpriced. Our guy is notorious for his love of ugly fancy clothing.” 

   You cast your eyes around the room again, landing on a few people who almost match the description but not quite. Suddenly, as you begin to get frustrated, an overwhelming scent of musk and money invades your senses and a voice rings out behind you.

   “Are you waiting for someone?” 

   When you turn around, you come face to face with a young man in a black dress shirt staring expectantly at you, his hand gesturing towards the stool next to you. “That’s none of your business.” You say sharply, turning back to watch the crowd.

   He smiles, sitting down in the seat next to you before flagging the waiter down. “I’ll have a vodka and tonic, and another one of whatever this lady’s havin’.” He orders, then smiles - or rather, bares his teeth - at you, which you catch out of the corner of your eye. “What’s a pretty woman like you doing sitting here alone?”

   “I was enjoying my drink in silence.” You retort, barely sparing a glance at him. When you took on this mission you knew there was a chance you’d get hit on, but you’d been at the bar for almost an hour now and there was still no sign of the target. You suddenly found yourself wishing you hadn’t shooed Bucky away when he’d offered to be your partner tonight.

   “Aw, come on, shouldn’t you at least look at me when I’m talkin’ to you? I did just buy you a drink.” He grins, actually pushing one of your shoulders back to spin your stool to face him. 

   “Va te faire foutre.” You mutter, shoving his hand off of your shoulder. You know you could easily overpower him in a fight, but you don’t want to risk a scene before you’ve completed your mission - this guy is just becoming a nuisance.

   Persisting, he places one hand on your thigh. “What’s that mean, huh? Somethin’ sexy?” 

   Before you get the chance to rip his arm off your leg and snap the bone, a hand appears from your side and grips the man’s wrist, twisting until he’s forced to stand from the stool and crumple slightly.

    “That’s french for go away, loser.” Bucky almost growls at your side, releasing the man who scuttles away, cradling his wrist. When you glance over at him, you notice the gloved hand and smirk slightly, thinking of how painful a super-soldier’s metal arm must feel when it’s gripping your bone.

   “It actually translates to something closer to ‘kiss my ass’, but solid effort.” You smile, standing up from your bar stool as Bucky watches the man crawl away. “Also, you’re pretty sexy when you’re jealous.”

   “I’m still here.” Natasha reminds you, and you can almost picture her grimacing as you and Bucky flirt. You ignore her as Bucky finally stops staring at the man, who has now left the bar. 

   “I wasn’t jealous.” He grits out, but when he turns back to you his jaw is clenched and his hands are still fists, and you reach up and peck him on the cheek. 

   “Of course not, babe.” You say, rolling your eyes, before turning serious as you raise an eyebrow. “I thought you were in Moscow.” You ask, finishing your drink as the bartender arrives with the man’s forgotten order. You slide the vodka over to Bucky, who rolls his eyes but takes it anyway, downing it in one gulp. 

   “Change of plans,” He offers, turning to survey the crowd before turning back to you. “Also, couldn’t miss the chance to see you all dressed up, doll.” 

   You ignore the flush that rises in your cheeks, clearing your throat as you begin to sip your second drink. “So, do you have anything new to tell me or did you simply come here to injure perverts?” 

   He laughs, the corners of his blue eyes crinkling up the way they do when he finds something genuinely funny. As you reach up to tuck a loose strand of dark hair behind his ear, Bucky speaks again. “I do, in fact, bring news.” 

   You raise an eyebrow, glancing over him to check if there’s something obvious you’re missing. “Well?” You ask, narrowing your eyes at his cocky smirk.

   “The man you’ve been looking for is currently unconscious in a very nice car out back, waiting for us to go collect the hard-drive and bring him back to Fury.” Bucky says this all very quickly, reaching over and prying your drink from your hands as you process the information.

   “Excuse me?” You finally say, and he finishes your drink as well. Damn the super-soldier metabolism, you think, watching as he’s entirely unaffected by the concentrated alcohol.

   “He happened to be in the men’s room when I came in, and, uh, I happened to put him in a headlock as I was reaching for a hand towel.” Bucky replies casually, tugging his jacket cuffs down and readjusting the collar.

    “What in the-” You begin to retort but his head snaps up, towards the door of the bar, before he grabs your hand. 

   “You can yell at me for sabotaging your mission later,” He says, voice low, looking you in the eyes. “Or we can do this right here and face a horde of Riccardi’s mob connections.”

   You sigh in resignation, pulling a $20 bill from your purse and dropping it on the bar, allowing Bucky to pull you towards the back of the bar. Once the two of you are out of the back door, sat in the back of an expensive car sent by Tony Stark, you lean over to your boyfriend and place your lips close to his ear.

   “I love you dearly, but if you ever headlock one of my targets again and then dump him in a car without consulting me first again, I’m gonna reconsider this whole dating thing. Got it?” You whisper, and he turns to face you, kissing you quickly and nodding. 

   “Got it.” He sighs, holding your cheek with his flesh hand and pushing a strand of hair out of your face with his gloved hand. 

    “As much as I hate to interrupt this... Touching moment,” Natasha’s voice coming through your earpiece startles you, causing you to jump back in your seat. “But you need to focus of the arms dealer and almost-mob-boss you currently have unconscious in the trunk of a Stark Company car.” 

   You roll your eyes, looking over at Bucky and sighing. “We’ll figure it out.” You say, before pulling the earpiece out and dropping it on the seat next to you as Bucky leans in to kiss you again. 

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The One

Summary: At Charlie’s wedding, Dean realizes who he wants to spend the rest of his life with

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Cas, Bobby, Charlie x Trish (OFC)

Word Count: 1,259 

Warnings: FLUFF, bad dancing, two bad words, potential inconsiderate joke

Prompt: "Well, I guess I’ll just gouge my eyes out.”

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“I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Charlie Bradbury squealed and kissed her new wife, Trish. The crowd of family, friends, and loved ones erupted into cheers and applause. Charlie and her bride ran back down the aisle, glancing at her friends in the second row. Sam, Dean, you, Cas, and Bobby all gleamed with joy for your friend’s monumental moment. The two brides practically skipped to the double doors. Dean grabbed your hand and let his lips press against your knuckles, as you continued to watch the happy couple.

Before the doors slammed shut, Charlie yelled, “See ya at the reception, bitches!”

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You walked into the reception hall and could not believe your eyes. The room was decorated with every bit of nerd-dom you could imagine. From Star Wars to Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Sherlock, Star Trek, Merlin, Marvel, DC, they had gone all out to make this wedding their own.

You took your seat in between Dean and Cas and watched the newly-weds share their first dance.

“They look so happy up there,” you whispered, leaning your head to rest on Dean’s shoulder.

Dean kissed your forehead. “Yeah they really do.”

The guests stayed silent as they awed over the love that resonated between the two women, but soon after, the real party began. Upbeat music thundered through the hall and more and more people started to get up to dance. Everyone seemed so happy and carefree up there, dancing their worries away.

“Uh, guys,” Sam began, “is that Eileen over there?”

You laughed. “Yeah, Sam, I think it is. Go talk to her!”

“Should I? I don’t want to push anything.”

“Sam, a conversation doesn’t do any harm. Go for it!” Sam smiled, let out a deep breath, and walked over to Eileen.

“I am going to go ask those children why they insist on calling some kids a duck and one kid a goose.” Without another word, Cas left the table, and you and Dean were the only ones left.

“Ten bucks says the kids get Cas to play Duck Duck Goose with them.”

You snorted. “I would definitely pay to see that.”

The night went on, and the dancing continued, but you and Dean were so engrossed in each other that nothing around you mattered. The two of you talked nonstop for almost the entire night.

“And that’s when I said, ‘I’m Batman.’” You shook with laughter. You could not get enough of Dean. When you finally calmed yourself, you noticed he was staring at you.

“What?”

“Nothing. You’re just gorgeous.”

“Whatever, Dean. You are the pretty one in the relationship.”

“Oh, please, Y/N. I’m serious. I could look into your beautiful eyes for a lifetime if I could.”

You blushed. “My eyes? Dean, your green eyes are absolutely perfect! There is nothing better than your eyes.”

“I think we’re both lucky then.” You and Dean said nothing for a few moments. You just looked at each other, taking in the art that sat before them. After a bit of silence, Dean spoke up. “You know, I’ve been thinking—”

“Uh-oh. You’ve been thinking?” you joked.

“Haha. Anyway, I—”

Just then, something caught your attention. As the first three beats of the next song came on, you squealed.

“It takes two to make a thing go right!”

“OH MY GOSH, DEAN, I CAN’T NOT DANCE TO THIS SONG! I’ll be back, babe!”

Before Dean could get another word out, you ran to the dance floor and started dancing your heart out. You flailed your arms and hopped off beat, and you were causing the whole party to watch you wig out to your favorite song. A few people dug your energy and joined in on the crazy. Eventually, more and more people danced to the 90s hit.

“Y/N, what the HELL are you doing up there?” Dean called out from his chair.

“I’m dancing, Dean. You should try it!”

“You look like you escaped an insane asylum!”

“If you hate it so much, look away because I’m living my best life!” you responded, out of breath but never taking a moment to quit dancing.

“Well, I guess I’ll just gouge my eyes out.” But Dean didn’t look away. He wasn’t even a little embarrassed. He watched you truly enjoy yourself, affection filling his heart. Dean barely noticed Bobby taking a seat next to him.

“Your girl has no shame.”

Dean couldn’t even turn away from you when he replied, “Not even a little.”

The two of them sat watching you get your freak on, when Bobby spoke up again. “She’s the one, huh.”

Dean felt like the air got sucked from his lungs. He nodded slowly and turned to Bobby.

“I’ve never met someone so full of life and joy. Because of her, I’m actually excited to wake up in the morning just to see what adventure is in store for us. Sometimes it’s planned; sometimes it’s a shock to us both; sometimes the adventure stays at home in front of the TV. Bobby, she has this glow, this energy, that I’ve never seen before. Her smile and laughter are what I live for. She’s always seeing the bright side of things and reminding me that everything will work out. I never thought I was a hugger until I had a(n) Y/N hug. Now I can’t get enough of them. But her eyes. It doesn’t matter what she says about them, I’ve never wanted to look at anything more than I do her eyes. Most of all, I am in love with her strength. She has the confidence to dance like a freaking idiot without a single thought of what anyone thinks. But more than that, she’s tough, brave, resilient, and a fighter. Bobby, I have to marry her!”

Bobby chuckled. “Slow down, ya idjit! Boy, you got it bad. You can worry about that later, but right now, she’s alone up there, and it’s a couple’s dance. Why don’t you show her how much she means to you?”

Dean looked back over at you. You wiped the sweat-stuck hair from your forehead and slowly made your way back to the table. Dean smiled at Bobby. “Thanks.”

He stood up and met you halfway. He took your hand in his and led you back to the floor. He placed your hands around his shoulders and let his fall above your hips.

“What’s all this, Romeo?”

“It’s a couple’s dance, isn’t it?”

You hummed in response and swayed slightly side to side, allowing the sweet melody of Norah Jones’ “Come Away with Me” to flow through you both.

You looked over at Charlie and Trish. Their eyes remained closed as they kept their foreheads close together, the love between them radiating to everyone surrounding them.

“I want that with us,” Dean whispered. “I want a life with you by my side ‘til the end. I want to have the privilege of calling you mine for the rest of my days.”

You looked up at him, nothing but adoration in your eyes. Dean leaned in closer, just enough to brush his lips against yours for a moment. The kiss was so gentle yet explained to you everything he wanted you to believe. He held you close as you danced together, moving in sync leisurely to the slow song that carried out the night.

“Is this a proposal?”

“Not yet, but it’s coming. For now, I’m going to hold you in my arms and love you with all my heart.”

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Idiot

A/N: This is written for the amazingly talented @fanaticwritings and her writing challenge! I was bestowed with the great prompt of: Stop filming this, idiot! And I think it turned out super cool!

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Pairings: Dean x reader

Warnings: language, FLUFF, mentions of drinking 

You were woken up by a loud thump and groaning – you shot straight up, sleep forgotten, and stared into the dark room, you called your own in the bunker. The door was open, and a little light from the hallway shone in, illuminating the large body of whoever had tumbled into your room. You groaned, and turned on the light, which made the body on the floor make a loud hissing sound.

“noooooooo…” You could barely hear the grumble, because the dude’s face was mushed into the floor. You got up, wrapped your sheet around your naked body, and walked to the body on the floor, crouching down. The air around the man on the floor smelled like the inside of a hobo’s mouth, mixed with the lovely stale stench of a dingy bar – complete with smoke and old beer. He turned his face a little, a small squeak sounding, as his sweaty cheek scraped the floor.

“Dean?” A smirk fell on the edge of his lips, like he was holding on to a secret. He could give the Mona Lisa a run for its money.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He slurred. You groaned and sat down, crosslegged next to him. “Why are you drunk? Or, more pressing, why are you this drunk” you gestured to his fallen frame on the floor, “and in my room, on the floor?” He groaned and rolled around, so he was on his back, the light from the hallway lighting up his face.

“I don’t know.” He mumbled. You raised an eyebrow at him. “Alright, drunky, let’s go.” He groaned as you took hold of his arm, but refused to move – he did, in fact, seem to make his body heavier than before, which made it harder than ever to get him off the floor.

“Dude, come ooon, help me out a little! You gotta go to bed!” He grumbled and looked at you with big eyes and a pout. “I wanna go in your bed.” You let his arm go, and it fell to the floor with a loud smack. “Dean, stop that. You’re acting like a baby.” He whined and you rolled your eyes at him. Of fucking course, now he wanted to be in your bed. When he was drunk and had mucked up at a bar. Not when you wanted him in your bed – which had been every night for the last two years of your life – and when you wanted him to want to be there.

Love was a bitch.

Dean rolled over and tried to get up on his elbows and knees, but fell flat to his face with a soft ouch. You couldn’t help but laugh, and pulled your phone out, turning on the camera and the flash to film Dean’s very shitty endeavors. He glared up at you after the fourth fall and a few amazingly timed curses.

“Why are you filming this, you idiot?” he hissed, reaching out to grab you and your phone. You giggled and jumped out of reach. “Because you’re damn adorable. And Sam would kill me, if he found out I didn’t film this.” He groaned and finally managed to get to his knees, leaning back on the balls of his feet, and pointed at you.

“You’re goddamn lucky I love you, or I would have snapped your phone in half.” You took a step back, eyes wide and let your phone fall down to the floor next to you; unbeknownst to you, still filming.

“What did you just say…?” Dean looked confused and groaned as he got to his feet, swaying slightly in his place. “I said, I’d snap your phone in half.” You shook your head and stepped a little closer to him. “No, no, no. Before that part. The reason why you didn’t do that?” He frowned and rubbed his forehead before sending you a smile, that could have lit up the darkest corners of hell.

“I said I love you.” He stepped a little closer to you.

“But…” You couldn’t find the words. It was like your tongue was trying to bind knots on itself, making you incapable of speaking.

“But what?” He stepped another step closer to you. “But you… Bang other people… You act like an annoyed big brother to me all the time. I just don’t understand…” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, before stepping another step towards you – you were now so close, your chest almost touched his.

“Yeah, I’ve been a little shit, haven’t I? Listen, Y/N…. Okay, here goes.” He sounded embarrassingly sober now, and his demeanor had changed from drunk of his ass to shy, teenage boy asking his crush to prom. “I’ve been trying to forget you a little bit. Not like.. You as a whole, perfect person, but the you I had in my head. Because that you… Holy shit, that you is something. I’ve built you up, and I can’t get you out of my damn head, which made it really fucking hard to get laid. The reason I came here tonight was because I accidentally said your name… The girl I was making out with was not happy.” You chuckled. “Anyway, I thought I’d come in here and be this cool dude, who could with no problem tell you my feelings, but… Well, you see how well that went.” He gestured to himself. “So that’s that. I love you, I’m drunk, but I really, really love you, and I have for some time now. I love you more than my car.”

After this spiel, you stood, staring up at him in the dim room, raking your brain to come up with an answer to him. You didn’t really want to do this with him drunk, or you sober. He cleared his throat. “By the way, your phone is still recording.” You glanced down at the screen on the floor, and saw the seconds tick in with a smile on your face, before bending down and ending the video.

“How about you sleep in here tonight, you complete and giant dork?” You asked with a smile. He grinned back, flinging himself onto the bed and patting the space next to him. He toed his boots off and got comfortable, as you rolled your eyes at him, getting in the bed next to him.

“I’ll take that as I didn’t fuck everything all the way up?” he whispered in the darkness, as your arm found his waist.

“Nah. You only fucked up in a minor way, and not with me.” He entangled his fingers with yours.

“Thank god, or I might actually have to snap your phone in half.” You smiled into the darkness, that now felt comfortable. Like home.

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Walk Away

author’s note: This was written for the lovely @fanaticwritings’ 2.7k challenge! I’m super happy to be part of this, and as you all know I’m a SUCKER for some angst, so I just had to have this prompt! I am not super happy with the ending, and it’s a little shorter than normal, but I hope you enjoy anyway! Also, sorry for cutting the deadline so close... I had a lot of family stuff going on.

prompt: “You should have walked away, when you had the chance.”

warnings: mentions of guns, violence, blood, but (way) less graphic than Supernatural.

wordcount: 680

Dean Winchester x Reader

   The abandoned farmhouse is eerily silent, the only sound being the wind whistling through the cracks in the wooden walls. You clutch your handgun to your side, tucked against a wooden panel with your ear positioned next to the doorway. The silence that surrounds you should be comforting – nothing there means nothing dangerous, but as a creaking sound echoes around the room again, you narrow your eyes and rest your finger on the trigger.

   Another creak, closer this time, and you whip out of hiding, pistol-barrel first. A hand clamps down on the metal of the gun and pushes it down and away, forcing your reflexes to kick in; you use the momentum of the push to turn and kick the stomach of your attacker, wasting no time to spin and re-aim at-

   Dean. 

   “Easy, tiger.” He rasps, hand on his stomach as he regulates his breathing.

    “Shit, Dean.” You exclaim, mildly annoyed, before a glance around reminds you of your situation. “What are you doing here?” You ask, lowering your weapon. 

   “Isn’t it obvious? I’m here to rescue you.” The cocky smirk accompanying the statement could have fooled anyone else, but you know Dean better than he knows himself – you can see the concern hiding in his green eyes. 

   “I told you not to come-” You sigh, but he cuts you off, and you can see the irritation seeping into his face. 

   “No, you left a note and ran away in the middle of the night.” He corrects, eyes narrowing, but you ignore the dig and keep talking.

    “-because this is something I have to do, by myself.”

    “Dammit, Y/N-”

   “-I don’t need saving, Dean!” You finally burst, lowering your gun and raking a hand through your hair.

   “You think I don’t know that?” He asks, face finally set into a grim line and all hints of his smirk gone. “You think I haven’t seen you kick ass enough times to know you can handle yourself?” 

   “Then why are you here?”

   “Because I care about you! And you can’t do this alone!” 

   “It has to be me! I have to do this- This witch killed my parents, Dean. She took everything from me. I have to be the one to do this.” Your voice verges on desperation, now, your eyes pleading as you rest your gun on your thigh.

   “Not alone.” Dean replies, tone firm as he matches your steady gaze. “I’m not losing you too.”

   You finally drop your stubborn gaze as his voice cracks, biting the inside of your lip as you think over the (very close to a goodbye) letter that you left him. 

   “I can’t lose you either. That’s why I... I guess that’s why I couldn’t tell you I was doing this. I knew you’d insist on coming. If this witch ends up killing you-” 

  You’re cut off by the sound of a floorboard creaking and you whip around, gun at the ready, to meet the face of the witch herself. Her white blonde hair is pulled into a long braid that rests almost halfway down her dark purple dress. The scar on her cheek – the one you’d managed to give her in your raging grief – stands out against her otherwise perfect features. She looks the same,

  “Oh no, don’t stop the love confession on my behalf.” She teases, icy blue eyes almost glowing in the darkened room. “What will you do if I kill him?”

  With a flick of her wrist, Dean goes flying into the back wall and stays stuck to it, arms plastered to the wood and a murderous glint in his green eyes. 

  “Let him go, you bitch.” You spit out, turning off the safety and holding your finger over the trigger. 

  “You know, that’s almost exactly the same expression you had when you…” She trails off, her fingers trailing over her scar. “Well, you know when. That was right after you saw me slitting your dear mommy’s throat, wasn’t it?”

   A cry of outrage tears out of your throat, the threat of tears stinging your eyes as you press the trigger. In the blink of an eye, though, the spot where the witch was standing is empty and your body is thrown against the wall, next to Dean.

   “Let me guess, an illusion?” Dean grits out, murder in his eyes, and your heart flares painfully with how much you love him.

   “Smart boy.” The witch replies, stepping out of the shadows of the other room. You struggle against the force holding you to the wall, but nothing happens and she sighs as she watches you.

   “You, however... I don’t know, I guess I just expected more,” She drawls, almost disappointedly, pulling a bundle out from her belt and unwrapping it in her hands. “I mean, you’ve spent so long waiting for this moment, this grand revenge scheme, and... This is it?” 

   She looks back up at you, eyes glinting, and you catch sight of the dagger in her hand. You know from your research that it is an athames, and you know from the nightmares that plague you at night that it is the same one she killed your parents with.

   You tug at the force again, jaw clenched and eyes wide as you glance between her and Dean. His eyes meet yours, his brow furrowed, and you can feel the panic clawing at your throat as she takes a step towards him. 

   “It seems you’ve figured out how this is going to go, then.” She says, her smile curving the ends of her lips as she gestures between you and Dean with her dagger. “Twelve years ago, a demon asked me to take two lives with this dagger, in exchange for a strengthening of my powers,”

   “It seems we will be repeating history, today. I no longer answer to demons, but... This is too good to pass up.” 

   Your heart pounds as she steps towards you, her eyes focused on your neck and her dagger glinting in the moonlight. Dean lets out an almost-growl, straining against her powers. 

   “You touch her and you’ll be dead before you hit the floor.” He warns, voice low and jaw tense. 

   The witch huffs. “You know what?” Her mouth hardens into a scowl, eyeing Dean. “Really, all I need is to kill her. Finish off the family. I’ll make this easy on you - walk away, Winchester. Right now. Return to Sammy dearest, live your life, blah blah blah.” 

   She steps towards you, trailing the tip of her dagger over your collarbone and watching with delight as a thin trail of crimson pops up along the line. “If you leave now, I won’t come after you.”

   Dean looks at you, his green eyes glancing between you and the witch and his brow furrowed. The hesitation makes your heart fall into your stomach, and you can tell what he’s going to say before he says it.

   “How can I guarantee you won’t kill me?” 

   She barks out a laugh, turning to look at you. “Apparently your loverboy doesn’t actually care for you.”

   Your gaze falls to the floor - of course he should take the out. He has to go back to Sam, to Cas, to his life. But you can’t ignore the sharp stab of pain you feel at him leaving you. 

   The witch stalks over to him, narrowing her eyes before shrugging. “You walk through that door, I have no reason to kill you. I finish what I started, then I’m gone.”

   He pauses, the muscle in his neck tense, before nodding tersely.

   “Seems like he isn’t willing to die for you. I knew he was a smart one.” She smirks, waving a hand, and Dean slides down the wall and his boots hit the wooden floor with a thud. He glances at you, eyes soft and almost sad, before turning and walking out the door.

   You take a deep breath in, watching him leave, before the witch turns to face you again. She lifts the dagger, muttering a few arcanic words under her breath, before pressing the tip into the flesh of your chest, right above your heart.

   You cry out, tilting your face towards the ceiling as a few hot tears run down your cheeks. Is this it? You can’t help but wonder, the burn of the blade against your chest almost too much to bear, before her hand stills and her eyes narrow. 

   The metallic sound of a gun being cocked resonates through the empty house, and you release a breath of almost laughter as the witch turns to face Dean. 

   “And here I thought you were smart,” She mutters, raising an eyebrow. “But I’m a witch, darling, bullets don’t work on me.”

   Dean doesn’t respond, his eyes trained on the growing spot of red on your chest and the tear tracks on your cheeks. His jaw clenches, the muscle in his neck ticking, before he makes eye contact with you.

   “I’m okay.” You reassure him, but the witch takes Dean’s distraction to raise a hand, and you watch with horror as the dagger flies through the air and sinks into his side. You watch him to cry out with horror.

   “No!” You shout as Dean groans, sinking to the floor, though you notice that he keeps the pistol out in front of him despite the pain.

   “My aim’s a little off, but I-” 

   She doesn’t finish her sentence before the witch-killing bullet hits her forehead. Thanks, Sammy, you think, remembering the day he’d discovered how to make them.

   The second she hits the floor, the force keeping you against the wall dissipates, and you push yourself over to where he’s still crouched. Your shaky hands rip his shirt, tugging it away from where the dagger sits in his flesh.

   “Take a guy out to dinner first.” He wheezes as you pull his shirt away, and you take a deep breath as you examine the wound. Not life-threatening, you determine, and sigh with relief as you use the scraps of his shirt to press around the wound, staunching the bleeding.

   “You should have walked away, when you had the chance.” You say, jaw clenched, and he scoffs. 

   “And missed the chance to add to my scar collection? No way.” He retorts, but you shakily wipe at your face and his face goes somber instantly. “Hey, I’m okay.”

   “She could have killed you.” You say, scolding yourself as the tears begin to fall again. 

   “I’m right here, sweetheart.” Dean reassures you, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek, and you hold it in place between your shoulder and your head. “God, when I saw her holding that knife, I thought...” He trails off, and you know what he’s going to say because you’d thought he was dead when she’d thrown the knife.

   “No more life-threatening heroics, okay?” You manage a shaky, tearful smile, and he nods, grimacing as you help him stand.

   “Okay.” He agrees, wrapping an arm over your shoulder and holding you close as you press a kiss to his lips. “You have to promise the same, though.” He mutters into your hair as he holds you, and you laugh softly.

   “Okay.” You help him walk, pushing him in the passenger seat of the Impala, and going over to the driver’s seat. “Let’s go home.”

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Greetings! I bring news!! So the date for submission for my 2.7K writing challenge has been extended!

Now you have to submit on or before 21st of August. This was in the light of some of you asking an extension. So write on (and most importantly have fun)!

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Reminder!

You have only two days left for the submission of your fic for my writing challenge! Please ensure you submit it by 21st otherwise I will not be able to include it in the challenge masterlist!

If you have posted the fic and it wasn't read by me, do let me know!

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@hunterswearingplaid This was beyond adorable!!! Dean is such a sweetheart, I'm all mushy now :''') Such a wholesome fic. Thank you so much for taking part in the challenge!!!

Ask You Out (Dean x Reader)

Summary: Dean says something interesting when he comes to visit the reader like every other day.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: this was written for @fanaticwritings 2.7K follower challenge! My prompt has been highlighted. Have fun! :)

You were bored.

It was already 11 a.m., Dean should have gotten here by now.

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Reminder for those taking part in my writing challenge! You have 8 more days left!

Submissions must be made on or before 12th (your time) If you are unable to post for some reason, do let me know!!

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HI!!!! Congrats!! I'm so excited for you! Here's my list: 1.) Scientist AU 2.) "I don't want to scare you, but I love you" 3.) "That was fun. Now back to suffering" and girl, I'm a Supernatural Sam Girl Specialist through and through so you can count on that lol

HELL YAS, love!! Sam girls all the way (Jk Dean is

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duDE HI I WANNA WRITE SOMETHING WITH THE SUNSHINE BOY SAM FOR UR CHALLENGE !! MY THREE PREFERENCES FOR PROMPTS ARE: 'Class reunion AU', 'That was fun. Now back to suffering', AND 'Think of me when you’re upset and it’ll all be okay.' LOVE U 🌞💖

JAYEE YAS! YOU’RE WRITING FOR MY BABY BOY💕 😌 You can have the class reunion AU aksjabsbs can’t wait to read it 💖💞

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You never fail to deliver, Helen. This is fantastic. So perfect, the song, the settings the description. Love it 💙

Thank you for taking part in my challenge!

Little Miss Sweet DreamsTN

Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 1.3k Warnings: Drinking? Implied smut (kinda sorta not really) Challenge: This was written for @fanaticwritings 2.7k challenge! Prompt: Rockstar AU A/N: Thank you so much for letting me participate girlie! I’m sorry I whined so much to get it out but it’s here and honestly, I don’t hate it. GIANT thanks to @queen-fierfly for giving me this idea ‘cause I was in such a block for it. The song mentioned is Sweet Dreams TN by The Last Shadow Puppets. I started writing this long before the challenge existed in a pitiful attempt to drown my sorrows away for not attending an Arctic Monkeys concert. This has been a long AU. Enjoy!

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Microphone heavy in his hand, sweat beginning to form on his eyebrow, breath caught in his throat and ears filled with their cheers, filled with joyous clapping and screaming. One breath, two, and he feels a pat on the back. He climbs up the three steps, pushes the curtains wide open and begins.

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Hi, ash! This is coming from my primary blog, but if you'll let me partake in your writing challenge (which I hope will pull my uninspired ass from my writer's slump), then my story will be posted on @original-wintersoldier with the rest of my Avengers Imagines. 1. "So, I mean nothing to you at all?" 2. Particular Taste 3. Star Crossed Lovers AU . Let me know if there are any of these spots open!! xx

Hi, Kenzie!!! Of course you can take part! All three of them are available so you can have the first one acc. to the order of preference! Thanks so much for taking part, sweetheart! Also, just let me know which character you'll be writing for?JOIN MY WRITING CHALLENGE

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Hi! Congrats on the 2.7k! That’s huge!! Can I join the challenge with either the gouging eyes one, the I keep hurting people it’s what I do, or the if you keep biting your lip I’m gonna have to bite it for you? (I can’t remember them word for word..) Thank you so much!!

Thank you!!! You get the ‘Well, I guess I’ll just gouge my eyes out.” for Dean.

Can’t wait to read your work!

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hey so i've actually finished one of the prompts - is it okay if i post it now? I know you said on/before august 12th but i wasn't sure how far before you meant.

Two people have already posted their stuff so you can go ahead and post it if you want to!

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Oh! I just had a really good idea for a Bucky one that's “That’s french for go away, loser.”, so if that's not taken could I have that one as well?? Thank you!!!

You'll be writing both? Woohoo! The prompt is all yours! Can't wait to read your stuff 💙

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