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[ravengirl94]

Imagine: Getting Dean to go Jogging

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,500

Warnings: Language, jealous!Dean, implied smut

A/N: this is my submission for @hannahindie‘s Party Like It’s Pawnee Indiana Challenge! I adore Parks and Rec, and these prompts were absolutely incredible. Congratulations on the followers, hun!!

My prompt is “Jogging is the worst! I know it keeps you healthy, but God, at what cost?” and is bolded below! Enjoy!

"Aww, look who finally made it out of bed," you teased, stepping into the kitchen to find a sleepy looking Dean sitting at the table. His hair was messy, and he was still in just a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, a bowl of cereal in front of him. You were sweaty and tired, but in a good mood after a long morning run.

"I've been up for... Okay, twenty minutes. Shut up," he muttered, scowling. You just smiled and placed one hand on his shoulder before planting a rough kiss on the side of his head, making him grunt.

"What are you so happy about?" he asked, watching you throw ingredients into the blender for a smoothie.

"I'm not allowed to be happy?" you shot back, giving him another grin that had him narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

"Considering you were out exercising and sweating, no. You're usually grumpy when you get home."

"Well maybe today was just a good day," you replied cryptically, the roar of the blender not allowing Dean to comment further.

"You hate running," he continued to prod when you sat down across from him, sipping at your drink.

"It's good for you," you replied, grinning again as Dean's brow furrowed, "and let's just say it's nice to be appreciated."

"Appreciated?"

"Mhmm," you hummed in agreement, enjoying this immensely.

"Sammy, what the hell is she talking about?" Dean snapped over at his brother, who had just strolled in, back from his own run.

"I don't know, what is she talking about?" Sam questioned, looking appropriately bewildered by Dean's question. The two of you had taken different routes today, so Sam legitimately had no clue that a few other runners had pointedly checked you out on their way by. Attractive, male runners.

"Maybe you should come tomorrow and find out for yourself," you quipped, making Sam bark out a laugh.

"The day Dean goes running is the day hell freezes over," he said, still chuckling. Dean was scowling at the both of you, clearly not amused by the teasing.

"Seriously, Y/N, what the hell do you mean appreciated? I appreciate you. I... I got you that ice cream when I bought pie the other day." He was so earnest, so confused and borderline hurt that you couldn't tease him anymore.

"No, D..." you murmured, reaching over to squeeze his hand on the table, "You're great. There were just some guys checking me out today. It felt good to be noticed, that's all. Makes exercising seem worth it." Dean stared at you for a long moment, something unreadable in his expression. Then suddenly he got up, snatching his keys off the counter. "Dean? Where are you going?" You asked, jerking to your feet.

"To buy some damn sneakers!" He shouted over his shoulder, stalking off towards the garage.

Sam made a small choking noise, and then he was shaking with laughter, collapsing into a chair and wiping at his eyes.

"Oh god, I can't wait to see this," he chuckled, "I can't believe it. You might actually get Dean Winchester to go jogging."

"If I knew all it would take was to make him jealous, I would have said something a lot sooner," you replied, still in shock that Dean might actually go running with you. You were half convinced he would change his mind about the sneakers and return empty handed, but when he came home a little while later, he had a couple shopping bags with him.

The next morning you nudged Dean, trying to wake him up gently. He'd asked you to get him up when you got up, so there you were, trying to coax your hunter awake.

"C'mon, D, up and at em," you whispered, kissing his cheek.

"Five more minutes..." He grumbled, rolling over and throwing his arm around you.

"Dean, it's time to get up," you tried again, attempting to squirm out of his hold.

"I can think of something way more fun we could do," he murmured, kissing at your neck, "and I promise we'll both work up a sweat." You moaned a little at the idea, at the feel of his lips on your skin, the hand that was sliding under your shirt.

"Sex after we run," you bargained, "if you're not too tired, that is."

"I'm never too tired," Dean protested, pushing himself up on his elbows and releasing you.

"Hmm... Prove it," you whispered, giving him a quick kiss before sliding out of bed to change. Dean literally rose to the challenge, getting up and yanking a pair of shorts on. You tried not to gawk at the sight of his lower legs, since he practically lived in jeans, and didn't comment as he tied his new grey sneakers. The less you teased him about it, the more comfortable he would feel joining you... Right?

"No way. I am not running with him," Dean protested when he saw Sam waiting by the front door, stretching.

"Oh come on," Sam complained, "this is like a once in a lifetime opportunity."

"Go on," you urged, pushing gently at Sam's shoulder to get him out the door, "he's not a circus animal." Sam grumbled under his breath, but finally left, leaving Dean looking simultaneously grateful, expectant and grumpy.

"You gotta stretch first," you said, leaning down to touch your toes. Dean raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, remaining motionless. "Dean you're gonna hurt yourself if you don't stretch." He sighed, rolled his shoulders, cracked his neck, and crossed his arms, signaling he was finished. You echoed his sigh, realizing you weren't going to get anywhere with that, and yanked open the door. "Okay tough guy, let's go."

Dean surprised you by keeping stride for the first few minutes or so, your footsteps beating out a matching rhythm against the pavement. He was a strong guy, but you didn't think he'd be this decent on the cardio front, since he mostly sat around and ate pie or drank whiskey. He was doing well.

But then he began slowing.

"Fucking shit," he huffed out, his breathing getting more labored with every passing second.

"Push through it," you panted, casting him a worried glance, not daring to break stride, "don't stop, you'll get to the runner's high soon enough."

"This is the worst," he complained, face twisted in pain, "I know it keeps you healthy, but god, at what cost?" You laughed at that, a breathless giggle that cost you precious oxygen and broke your rhythm.

"Keep going," you urged Dean, who was beginning to lag. He needed inspiration, which luckily rounded the corner ahead. You turned back to him again, giving him a pointed look. "That's the guy that checked me out yesterday."

Dean's mouth tightened into a thin line, his expression hardening as he saw the other man running along easily. He muttered something that sounded a lot like "stupid prick" and then kicked into second gear, pushing himself to keep going, his longer legs keeping stride with you easily.

The man nodded in greeting as he passed you, but he definitely wasn't as nice with Dean there. Yesterday he'd smiled and said hello.

"You okay?" You asked when Dean dropped back, turning to see him right behind you, though nothing appeared to be wrong. "You're kidding me," you muttered, realizing that he was physically obstructing the other runner's view if he happened to turn to look at you. "You're actually insane, you know that?"

"Your ass is mine," he growled, and then he was bolting past you, forcing you to pick up speed to keep up with him.

Dean did better the second half of the run, though you were pretty sure he was just motivated to get back.

"Four and a half miles," you said proudly, giving Dean a high five as the two of you stepped into the bunker. Sam was already in the kitchen making breakfast, and turned expectantly when you appeared. "He did it," you announced, grinning at Dean, who was looking pretty damn proud of himself even if he was limping a little and breathing heavily, "we ran the whole way."

"Who knew those bow-legs could run," Sam said with a wry smile.

"And he looks good in those shorts, too," you added, eyes trailing up Dean's body. The combination of the runner's high, the fact that Dean had gone running, actually running, out of sheer jealousy and possessiveness, and the way those shorts hung from his hips... It made your earlier bargain sound better and better. "My man the athlete," you whispered, stretching up on your toes to kiss him. Dean kissed you back, his mouth hot, skin salty with sweat, and pinned you against the counter with his hips. And with you in yoga pants and him in those shorts, you could feel everything.

Sam cleared his throat loudly, and Dean lifted you up, your legs hooking around his waist as he carried you down the hall.

"You sure you're not too tired?" you teased when he reached his room. He growled in response and tossed you onto the bed, following closely and kissing every inch of bare skin along the way.

"Never too tired," he reminded you, grinding his hips into yours, his hard length making you gasp and arch into him. "And if this is the reward, I might be talked into going again."

"I think that can be arranged."

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[deanssweetheart23]

Crazy, Stupid, Love

Title: Crazy, Stupid, Love

Summary: When the girl Dean’s been in love with for years returns home from a disastrous date, he takes it upon himself to make her feel better. But things do not go as planned and feelings he’d kept under wraps for years begin to surface. Which is a bad thing. Right?

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Cameron (OMC, mentioned)

Word count: 2191

Warnings: Language, a smudge of angst and fluff. So much fluff, guys. 

Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog‘s Romcom Fluff Challenge and @hannahindie‘s HanCelebratesWithPawnee challenge. Ladies, thank you so much for granting me an extension and allowing me to combine your two wonderful challenges. I hope this was worth the wait.

Special thank you to my twin @ravengirl94 who’s helped me so much with this. She’s the best. 

My prompts for this were “I’m wildly unhappy, and I’m trying to buy it, and it’s not working” from Crazy, Stupid, Love (I am so in love with that movie btw) and “I’m fine. It’s just that life is pointless, and nothing matters, and I’m always tired.” (Both are included in bold in the text below. Gif’s not mine. x )

Without further ado. Enjoy <3

The kitchen was a mess, filled with empty pans, dough-dusted spoons and muffin-stuffed cooling racks while specks of splattered batter and flour painted the surface of the counter in shades of white, the homely image reminding Dean of mornings he used to spend by his mother’s side while she baked his favorite pie or cut the crust off his sandwich.

Tightening his grip around the glass he’d been holding, Dean felt his heart clenching painfully at the memory and waited for the all too familiar feelings of homesickness and grief to wash over him like they always did, but Y/N caught the subtle change in him and reached over to graze his arm with her fingertips, the light pressure enough to ground him back to Earth, back into the moment he got to spend with her.

It was one of the things he loved about her, the way she could read him like an open book, how she accepted him for all he was, taking in mistakes and wounds and scars and giving nothing but smiles and affection in return.

Y/N was warmth and comfort to him and that was partly the reason he’d been glad that he was the one she sought for after that date of hers went terribly wrong. He’d been glad because she trusted him enough to be vulnerable around him, trusted him enough to let him in, let him wipe that look of disappointment off her face with a silly joke and a forehead kiss, and tell her that, God, she deserved so much better than Mr. Ballsy, the guy who thought buying her a drink would land him a one-way ticket to her bed.

Because Y/N did deserve better.

She deserved a guy who’d love her with every single beat of his heart, one who’d long for meaningful conversations and movie nights with her, and, even though he had given up on being that guy a long time ago, he’d be damned if he didn’t move heaven and earth to make her happy.

So, he leaned against the counter, sipping some of his whiskey, and watched as she moved around the kitchen in a Zeppelin shirt that had once been his, humming something that sounded awfully like Simple Man under her breath.

“You know,” Dean licked his lips, one brow up in complete amusement, “I still don’t get why you love muffins so much.”

“Um. Because they’re delicious, ridiculously easy to bake and pretty to look at.”

“I dunno, sweetheart.” He smirked, heat dancing in his eyes as he grabbed a cinnamon muffin from a platter nearby. “You know me. I’m a pie guy.”

“And yet, you’re eating my muffins.” She gushed, hands on her hips.

“Just trying to make sure they’re edible, Y/N.”

“Mhmhm. You’re a real knight in the shining armor, aren’t you?”

“Knight in the shining armor is my middle name and you know it, kid.” 

She smiled then, that smile of hers that was so pure and sunny and real, and it warmed his heart.

“There’s that smile.” Dean beamed, wrapping his warm fingers around her wrist to pull her flush against him, large hands coming to cup her face. “Don’t you ever let anyone make you feel like wanting something more than a quick roll between the sheets is pointless, you hear me?”

She nodded.

“Yeah. I hear ya, D.” Eyes filled with gratitude and something else, something that looked awfully like love. “Thank you. For tonight.”

He grinned.

How could he not?

“Anytime, kid.” He whispered, lips on her temple in a sweet kiss. “Anytime.”

Dean let out a deep sigh and ran a hand over his face tiredly, casting a quick glance on his night-stand.

0:00 and Y/N still hadn’t returned.

Or called.

Or texted.

Because she was on a date.

With a douchewad named Cameron.

Cameron for fuck’s sake.

And yet, he’s the one who got the girl, Winchester, the small voice in the back of his mind reminded him.

“Oh, bite me, you dick.” Dean growled through gritted teeth.

“Dean? Is that you?” Y/N’s soft voice traveled through the walls of the bunker and caught him off guard, prompting him to swear crudely under his breath.

“Yeah, I’m –I’m right here, sweetheart.”

Seconds later, Y/N was leaning against the doorframe, arms folded in front of her chest and eyes shining under the low lights.

“If I even think about going out on a date ever again, I need you to punch me.”

“Whoa, there, kid.” Dean held up his hands, concern sneaking its way into his voice. “What happened?”

“Oh. You know. Nothing.” Y/N grounded out in frustration as she plopped down on the bed next to him.  

“Y/N.”

“No, Dean. Really. I’m fine. It’s just that life is pointless, and nothing matters, and I’m always tired.”

“Well, as long as you’re not being dramatic about it.”

“Shut up.”

He chuckled at her eloquent response, brittle yet amused, and draped a hand over her hip to pull her closer, until she was snuggled into him, then dropped a kiss in her hair, chin resting at the top of her head.

“I take it that date of yours didn’t go well, huh?”

Rubbing at her forehead, she huffed out a breath, not quite a laugh.

“Honestly, I don’t even know why I agreed to this.” She sighed, eyes closed. “All that guy wanted was to get laid. And he was just so obvious about it.”

Green eyes turning misty.

A clench of his jaw.

“Did he-”

“No. God, no, It wasn’t like that, D.” She explained and lifted her leg over his own, a silent reassuring gesture. “He was just…desperate to get it on, that’s all. Said a few hurtful things when he realized I wasn’t going to go back to his house.”

“Son of a bitch.”

“S’ okay, D.” She whispered, soft and warm as she looked up at him. “I shouldn’t have gone in the first place.”

“Sweetheart, don’t you dare-”

“No. Look. I’m not saying that because I believe what that asshole said or whatever. I’m just being honest with myself.” She cut him off, pressing her hand to her cheek. “I wasn’t even excited about the date, man. I was just…”

Scowling in confusion at the way she’d bit her tongue, he raised an eyebrow and puckered his forehead slightly.

“You were just what, kid?”

“Nothing.” She breathed out.

“But you said-”

She cracked a small, sad smile.

 “Doesn’t matter.”

And Dean could see that she was lying, could tell there was something she wasn’t telling him because he knew her like he knew the back of his hand but-

“Tell you what.” She said suddenly, biting on her bottom lip. “You hungry?”

“I could eat.” He replied, eyes going narrow. “Why d’you ask?”

She got up then, brow up in delight.

“When was the last time you and I made something together?”

“You have scented candles?” Dean gasped, as he stared at Y/N, amusement crinkling the corners of his eyes.

They were in the war room now, sprawled across the sofa she’d sneaked in there months ago, and even though Dean believed that he’d forgotten what being happy felt like, he realized, as she smiled at him leaned against the armrest, legs thrown over his lap and cheeks pink from all the whiskey she’d been drinking, that there, in that moment, he could taste the happiness in his tongue, could feel it wrapping around him like a warm coat on a cold winter’s day.

“Dude, I have so many of them.” She cackled, fingers curled at the bottom of her glass. “Lavender. Apple. Rose. Honey and nectarine blossom.”

“Honey and what?”

A chuckle.

Head shaken in delight.

“Nectarine blossom. It’s…a peach. Kinda.” She took a long gulp and winced as the alcohol burned down her throat. “Ask me how much I paid for it.”

“How much did you pay for it?”

She leaned forward and grinned then, looking at him through the rim of her glass.

“42$.”

Dean’s jaw dropped to the floor.

“You’re fucking kidding me.”

“Nope.” She mumbled, biting on her bottom lip to keep a straight face on. “You know that fancy shampoo I always buy?” A nod. “‘S supposed to be coconut and vanilla scented and it costs about 30$.”

“Sweetheart, what the hell?”

“I dunno, man.” She shrugged, throwing her head back quite dramatically. “I guess I’m just wildly unhappy, and I’m trying to buy it, and it’s not working.”

“Crazy, Stupid, Love?” Dean implored, incredulous. “That’s what you’re going with? Seriously, kid?”

“Yep. But to my defense, I never thought you’d actually get the reference.” She said, lips curled up in a playful smirk as a flush crept up his neck.

“I’m not… It’s not like –look. You fell asleep watching it one night, I tried to turn the TV off, I got curious. Let’s not make a big deal out of it.”

“Right.” She mumbled with a smile. “Anyway, I’m not,” she waved a hand, “wildly unhappy or anything. I just… I like doing little things for me. This job, you know how it can be…”

“Yeah,” Dean whispered, scraped and a bit razed, then locked a hand around her knee and gripped, “yeah, I do.”

There was one, two, three long bits of silence and then-

“I used to-” he started, scrubbing a hand over his mouth, “when we first took you in I used to wonder if you hated me sometimes.”

“Hate –Dean, why would I hate you?” she blinked, head titled as confusion floated across her face.

Glancing away, he scratched the back of his neck.

“Because you had a good life and I…” he cleared his throat, quietly “I took that away from you. Dragged you into all of this,” he gestured with his hands, “this shit-show. Put you in harm’s way.”

“Dean, that’s not… My old life ended the moment that vamp attacked me.” She ducked her head. “But you… I never hated you. You took me in when I had nowhere else to go. You helped me mend and I,” she drew a breath, “even if I could go back, I wouldn’t want to.”

“You can’t know that, sweetheart.” he retorted, but there was no accusation there, just the desperation of a man that wanted to make sure he wouldn’t have to lose her like he’d lost every other person he’d ever cared about, wanted to make sure she’d be the one to stay.

“Yeah, I can. I do. You and Sam, you’ve given me a family.” She told him, soft and sweet as she placed her hand over the one that was still lingering on her knee. “That’s all I need.”

And Dean knew he probably shouldn’t have said anything else, knew that he should have changed the subject and bottled everything up because there was no way this would end well, but there was something about the way she was tucked against him, the way they were both so intimately interlaced into the moment, all limbs and heat, and he just couldn’t let it go.

“And what about what you want, Y/N?”

She didn’t say anything.

Instead, she just looked at him, Y/E/C eyes burning into his with a ferocity he’d only seen a few times before, in stolen glances and warm smiles, silly looks over breakfast and loud laughs that echoed from the backseat of the Impala, then slid next to him, thighs brushing up against each other’s.

Her fingers began to twiddle with the edges of his leisurely.

When she spoke again, it was almost a whisper.

“I got everything I want here, too.”

He blinked at that, all the things he’d been trying to keep under wraps for years dancing at the tip of his tongue.

“Kid,” he started, low and rough at the back of his throat as he angled his body towards hers “am I-”

“Yeah,” she said, all openness and warmth. “You’re… Yeah.”

He smiled, a breathy, bittersweet smile for all the time lost, all the wishes about to come true, and clasped a hand at the side of her face, tipping forward.

He saw it then, saw the answers and the light and the love trapped within her gaze, and, pressed his lips on hers in the gentlest of kisses, wondering how he could have been so blind.

It was a warm kiss, just the right pressure of mouth on mouth, slow and sweet enough to pull a happy hum out of her and so, he kept going, fingers tangling in her hair as her hand slid up his back to pull him closer, kept moving his lips against hers until he worked his tongue into her, thorough and ardent, wanting to taste, wanting to feel everything.

“Jesus,” he rasped out when he pulled away, forehead braced against hers, “Jesus, kid, if you don’t walk away right now, I’m never going to stop.”

She beamed.

She actually beamed at him, that expression she always wore when she knew she could get Dean to do just about anything gracing her features.

“Sounds like a plan.”

And it was.

God, it was the best plan he’d ever had.

A/N: I swear I did not make the prices for the scented candles up, they’re all here. That’s right. I bookmared the link because I knew you wouldn’t believe me. Love y’all.

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[pinknerdpanda]

Guilty Pleasures

Word Count: 1,500

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam (mentioned)

Warnings: Slight language, fluff, Adele, poor food choices to name a few.

A/N: This was written for two challenges. The first one was for @sdavid09’s “What If” Challenge - link to my prompt is here. The second was for my sweet @hannahindie’s Party like it’s Pawnee, Indiana! Follower Celebration - my prompt is bolded below. Congratulations Hannah! You deserve all the followers and all the love! I hope you like this, sweets! Love you! Xoxo

A/N 2: Masterbeta’d by my soul sister @wheresthekillswitch. Thanks Boo...love you! :)

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As always - feedback is so appreciated! :)

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Guilty Pleasures

Alone time is not something that happens regularly (if at all) for you.  If you aren’t in the middle of a case or researching for it, you are driving to one or looking for a lead. On the rare occasion that there’s nothing supernatural on your radar, your days are filled with supply runs, laundry and all of the other adult responsibilities that too often go neglected when you’re on the road.

And through all of it - every monster, every pit stop, every greasy fast food meal - your best friends, Sam and Dean Winchester, are there. Always. Without fail; for better or for worse.

Most of the time, the knowledge of their unwavering presence in your life is the rock to which you cling. And it’s not that you want to get away from them; they are the closest thing to family you have left in this world. But there are times when you dream of having every square inch of your top-secret-super-fortress to yourself (in part so you can call it that without Dean giving you side-eye).

Sure you all have your own rooms, and there has never been a time when you’ve felt like living with the boys has been uncomfortable. But there is just something inexplicably appealing about being able to take the longest, hottest shower you can stand, without worrying that you are using up all the hot water; walking around the bunker muttering to yourself and wearing nothing but your t-shirt, with no fear of Dean catching you and giving you a hard time. It’s the little things, really.

So, when your last hunt had resulted in a sprained wrist and a mild concussion and another case hot on it’s heels, you were more than happy to accept Sam’s offer that you lay low at the bunker while he and Dean took care of whatever was snatching people from their beds at night.

Yesterday was the first day back. You’d slept in, stretching and yawning into the cool silent darkness of your room. You’d lazed in bed, playing on your phone until you were ready to take on the day. Having the bunker to yourself was everything you’d hoped it would be. You’d sat in blissful silence on the floor of the tub during your shower while the scorching water rained down on you, slowly cooling the longer you’d sat. Without Sam’s eyes - the most judgmental shade of hazel you’ve ever known - there to guilt you into portion control, you’d inhaled an entire platter of homemade nachos all on your own for dinner.

Today has gone even better; another hot shower and this time you decided it was the perfect opportunity to brush up on your shower karaoke skills. You’d given Adele quite the run for her money; girlfriend had you Rollin’ in the Deep and Settin’ Fire to the Rain and not a Winchester within earshot to give you hell about it.

Now that you're all scrubbed and polished and shaved and plucked and moisturized, it’s time for dinner. You pad into the kitchen, your bare feet thudding lightly against the concrete floor. The large fridge is not-so-surprisingly void of any real food; unless ketchup, beer, a box of baking soda, and a collection of takeout containers, all of indeterminate spore growth, qualify. The freezer yields a slightly better selection - an expired TV dinner, two bags of frozen veggies that you are fairly certain had recently doubled as ice packs, and half a box of Snickers Ice Cream bars. Yahtzee. Grabbing two Snickers, you close the door before reaching back into the fridge for one of the three remaining bottles of beer.

Your make-shift dinner seems to be desperately calling out for a Netflix binge-a-thon of Doctor Sexy, MD, and what kind of person would you be to deny your ice cream this one last luxury before it passes into the great beyond known as your belly?

Four episodes, two snickers bars and a terribly intense cliffhanger later, your bladder has convinced you it’s time for a break. While you’re washing your hands, you carefully examine your reflection in the mirror. Have those blackheads always been there? You scrunch up your nose in disgust and rummage through the medicine cabinet. Finally, you find your charcoal deep-cleansing mask, opening the lid you breathe in the minty freshness. Ah, yes. Those tiny blackhead-bastards don’t stand a chance.

You apply a thick layer of the cold, black mud to your face before closing it back up and replacing it in the medicine cabinet. The worst part of any face mask is the waiting, but you decide you can make it through almost half of a Doctor Sexy MD before you have to go rinse it off. Besides, is there a better way to spend the time than ogling Dr. Sexy from the comfort of your own bunker? You decide there isn’t.

The distant murmur of voices coming from the living room catches you off guard and you freeze, straining to hear more clearly. Soon, the Dr. Sexy MD theme song is sounding through the cavernous rooms of the bunker and you breathe a sigh of relief. I must have clicked the wrong button and it kept auto playing.

Just as your turn the corner, the sound of a small sniffle makes you freeze again. You press your back against the wall, just outside of the doorway leading to the living room. You survey your surroundings for something to defend yourself with, but come up empty. The theme song ends and the room is silent for a split second; maybe you’d imagined it all?

You summon your courage and square your shoulders before entering the room. The room is empty. You are ridiculous, y/n.  You roll your eyes and make your way to your seat. Suddenly, Dean’s head pops up from behind the couch and you both scream.

“What the hell, Dean?” You suck in a few breaths, trying to slow your racing heart.

Dean’s green eyes are wide with shock and you can see his hand trembling slightly as he rounds the couch to face you. You’ve rattled him and the sight of it is strangely satisfying. “What the fuck is wrong with your face?!”

“You sure know how to make a girl feel all warm and tingly inside, Winchester.” You scowl at him, and the movement feels off, as though your skin is too tight; the face mask. How could you forget the face mask? Dean looks horrified, and he reaches up with one finger to poke your cheek.

“It’s called pampering, Dean.” You bat his hand away. “You could try it sometime, old man. Why are you back already?”

“Well, aren’t you a pocketful of sunshine, sweetheart? Case turned out to be a dud, but Sammy decided to hang back so he could catch a lecture at the college there.” Dean sniffs and rubs roughly at one eye.

“Are you…” you squint, leaning closer to him. “You are! You’re crying!” Now it’s your turn to poke at his face with your own finger.

“I’m not crying, okay?” He swats your hand, the muscle in his jaw twitching. “I’m just allergic to jerks.”

“Doctor! Isn’t there anything you can do?”

“I’m sorry Janet, we’ve done all we can for him. It’s his turn to fight now.”

The TV interrupts him and Dean’s eye crawl toward the sound, his head not exactly turning as he sucks in a quick breath. You study his face carefully and are surprised to see that he looks crushed. You are unable to contain the giggle that escapes your lips. Dean’s gaze snaps back to you.

“What’s so funny? This is a serious moment, y/n. I haven’t seen this one yet.” Dean’s voice is soft and tinged with emotion.

“I just didn’t realize you were such a fan, Dean.” You purse your lips together in an effort to sober your expression. Just when you think you know him, Dean Winchester continues to surprise you.

“It’s a compelling story.” He crosses his arms over his chest, his brows drawn together.

“Well, I tell you what. How about I go wash this off,” you wave a hand in front of your face. “And then we can watch it together.”

One side of Dean’s mouth quirks upward and he nods. “I’ll grab some drinks.”

Fifteen minutes later, your face is feeling refreshed and squeaky clean as you settle in next to Dean. He reaches up, tugging the throw blanket down as you pull your legs up on the cushions, wedging your feet under his thigh. When you are both covered and comfortable, you point the remote at the TV and hit the button to restart the episode from the beginning. Dean reaches up, wrapping his hand around yours.  

“What’s wrong, Dean?” You look at him, puzzled. His face is serious and his jaw is set.

“When this is all over, this never happened. You understand? Sam can never know about this.”

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[hillywooddestiel]

Shots!

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam

Warnings: excessive drinking, language

Word count: 683

Description: The unknown bottle of alcohol that the reader finds is a little stronger than she and Sam anticipated leading to a little bit of drunken behaviour.

A/N: Ok so I actually struggled with this prompt for @hannahindie 's 400 follower challenge quite a bit. I had a few ideas but in the end they didn't fit in a way that I was happy with them. But then I had this little idea. It's not much but I think that the prompt fits into it quite well and the idea made me laugh. The prompt is in bold below. Also, I've now got over 60 followers! What even?! xx Masterlist

Story:

"I'm telling you, I saw it!"

"They're not real! Maybe you were drunk."

"I was not, Sammy. I am now though..." You trail off into a fit of giggling. You've spent the last hour and a half trying to convince Sam that you did indeed see a witch riding a zebra on a hunt. Either that or a weird, striped horse that made yipping sounds. While doing so, the two of you have managed to reach the bottom of another three bottles of beer each. This is on top of two more beers and some unknown bottle that was just labeled as 'Shots!' that you'd found at the back of a cupboard in the kitchen. Whatever it was, it had been strong and neither Sam or you could see straight anymore.

Unaware of all the fun, Dean enters the library to see what all the noise is about.

"Uh, what are you guys doing?" He asks, very confused as to why you're crying because you've been laughing so much and rolling around wheezing on the floor.

"We're drunk!" Sam proclaims when he's done giggling.

"I can see that. Why is she on the floor?"

"Cos she fell, duh..." He starts laughing again. Dean rolls his eyes so hard you can almost hear them and makes a small tsk sound.

"Oh no, I wouldn't do that kind sir. He's the king of this bunker! I'm so sorry your Highness." You slur while grabbing onto Dean's leg in an attempt to get back up. After your third time of falling down, he picks you up himself and drops you into your seat. "Oh, you're too kind sir."

"How much have you had exactly?" Dean asks rhetorically, knowing full well that you only get very proper when you're absolutely off-your-face drunk.

Dean leans over and picks up the large bottle, squinting at the hand written label and sighing. He gives it a sniff that he soon regrets, coughing and quickly putting the cap back on.

"The hell is that?" He splutters. "Smells like fucking gasoline! Are you thick or something, why would you drink it?"

"Ahem, as the king of the bunker," Sam gives you a small nod, "I declare that everything that you are saying is stupid! That stuff is amazing and you are going to drink it with us."

"Yes sir, you must drink it and be merry!" You raise your glass in the air triumphantly, spilling its contents on the table.

"Gee I'd love to but unfortunately you two have downed the whole thing." Dean says sarcastically, replacing the bottle on the table.

"Oh no! Sammy, what have we done?" You're eyes fill with tears now.

"It's fine Y/N, I didn't want any." Dean reassures you. It doesn't help and you're now bawling like a baby.

"We drank everything and now you can't join in! I'm so sorry Dean." In your hysteria, you grab onto Dean's t-shirt and let it soak up your tears.

Rolling his eyes yet again, Dean bends down and lifts you out of your seat to carry you like a child in his arms.

"Hey, where are we going?"

"You are going to bed to sleep this off. And don't expect any sympathy in the morning when you have a killer hangover."

"But I don't wanna go to bed!" You pout but, by the time Dean reaches your door you've already dozed off.

"Urgh, I feel like a bomb has been dropped on my head. What the hell happened last night?" You clutch your head and squint at the bright lights in the kitchen.

"Good morning Y/N! You and Sam both got really drunk and had to be carried to bed." Dean replies very enthusiastically. And very loudly. As he hands you a coffee you hear the sound of Sam throwing up unfortunately coming from his room and not the bathroom. "Well you can go clean that up princess."

"Shh! Could you be a little quieter please?" You wince.

"No!" He shouts back, taking his breakfast to his room.

"Fuck you!" You mumble, falling asleep again at the table.

Published by @hillywooddestiel 03.09.17

[jarpadandjensenaremyheroes]

Alcohol

A/n- This is for @hannahindie’s Han Celebrates With Pawnee challenge! This is honestly one of my all-time favorite shows, and I was so excited when she posted this. Two of my favorite shows mashed together. Sort of. I picked April Ludgate’s quote, “But then I remembered alcohol existed.” It is bolded in the fic. Thanks to @queen-of-deans-booty for the help/inspiration with the fighting part! I hope you guys like this one. This is unbeta’d, so any and all mistakes are mine.

Characters/Pairing: Cas, Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,170

Warnings: Verbal altercation; I would say arguing, but they’re literally yelling and screaming at each other. Little bit of angst, but fluffy in the end.

“You know Dean, you can be such a fucking asshole sometimes!”

“Are you kidding me?! Oh my god, you’re actually serious right now. Y/N, how many times do I have to tell you this? If you are being threatened, I’m going to knock someone on their ass!”

“Oh please! I was hardly being threatened!”

“That dude had his grubby hands all over you!” he bellowed.

“HE WAS A DRUNK FRAT BOY AND I COULD HAVE HANDLED IT WITHOUT GETTING THE DAMN COPS INVOLVED!” you screamed back at him, finally losing what little cool you had left.

You and Dean had gone out for the night, just to hit up a bar or two. But the night was cut short when some drunk kid got a little too handsy with you after you turned him down. You were fully prepared to shove him off you when Dean flew in and knocked the poor kid out. He probably broke the kid’s jaw with as many hits as he landed. Before you could even fully process the situation, the bartender came over waving a baseball bat at Dean’s head, screaming about the cops being on their way. You dragged Dean out of there as fast as you could and the two of you hauled ass back to the bunker.

As soon as you got inside the yelling between you had commenced. Sam and Cas tried to intervene once, but quickly left after the rather loud “fuck off” you threw in their direction.

Now you were standing on opposite sides of the war table screaming at each other while Sam hid in his room and Cas left the bunker altogether.

“What the hell is this all even about? Huh, Dean? Cause from where I’m standing it really looks like you just don’t trust me! Like you see me as a weak, helpless woman instead of the goddamn hunter that I am!” Your voice rose both in pitch and volume the longer you went on, and you couldn’t contain your anger any longer.

“Y/N it’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just-”

You cut him off before he could explain himself any further and possibly piss you off even more. You needed space and you needed it now. “Just leave me the fuck alone right now. I need to cool off.”

You missed the utterly heartbroken look on his face as you turned your back on him and walked out of the bunker. But he didn’t try to stop you, so you just kept on walking. You fished out your bottle of whiskey from your hidey hole in Baby’s trunk, and continued out into the woods. All you wanted was some god damn peace and quiet for a little while.

After you had finished about half the small bottle, Cas came to you with a flutter of wings.

“Can I sit with you for a moment?” he questioned.

You could hear the hesitation in his voice, almost as if he was afraid of you. It broke your heart and you sighed in defeat, patting the grass next to you. He sat down with a thud and you grabbed the angel’s hand.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you earlier. It wasn’t fair. You didn’t deserve that. I know you were only trying to help…”

He gave you a small smile and squeezed your hand in his. “I know you didn’t mean to. You were just angry with Dean. He’s very sorry, by the way. I can feel his emotions. He thinks you hate him.”

“I could never hate him, Cas. I love him. But sometimes I get so frustrated with the way he treats me. I know he doesn’t mean any harm by it, but I’m a big girl. I can hold my own against a monster or two and I can sure as hell hold my own against some drunk idiot. I just wish he would trust me more before he jumps in to ‘save the day’ when it doesn’t need saving.”

Cas threw an arm around your shoulder and gave you a quick hug. “You should go back in soon. He’s worried about you. You’ve been gone for a while.”

“Yeah… I’ll come in just a minute.”

He nodded and flew away, presumably back inside to tell Dean that you were safe. After a few more moments of collecting yourself and another long pull of whiskey, you made your way back to the bunker. It was quiet when you walked in and you figured Sam was still in his room, avoiding any further backlash from you or his brother.

You found Dean pacing the floor in the library, muttering to himself about something. As soon as he saw you though, his whole demeanor changed. He moved to stand 5 feet in front of you and then abruptly fell to his knees, tears in his eyes and clear streaks where previous ones had already fallen.

“Baby I’m so sorry. I never should have jumped in like that. I know you can handle douchebags like that, and you can handle monsters and demons and everything else this shit world throws your way, but I can’t stand it. I can’t stand seeing you in danger. I can’t breathe when someone or something threatens you. You are the one thing in my life that keeps me grounded, keeps me sane. You have no idea how happy you make me, and all I want is to love and protect you and give you everything you could ever want. But I can’t handle you getting hurt or…or…worse…” The last word came out as barely even a whisper, and all resolve you might have had left you.

You rushed over to him, dropping to your knees in front of him and pulled him into your arms just as a single choked sob tore it’s way from his throat. You ran your fingers through his hair and up and down his spine as he whispered into your neck.

“Please don’t leave me. I love you, Y/N. I need you…”

You quickly quieted him. “Shh baby. I’m not going anywhere. It takes a hell of a lot more than one stupid fight to scare me off. I love you Dean, and you aren’t getting rid of me that easily.”

“You were so mad earlier, I thought you were gonna leave…”

“No sweetheart. I’m never leaving you. I just needed to clear my head. You know, step away from the situation for a little bit? It helps you think a little better.”

“So you did some thinking, huh?” he chuckled, pointing to the half empty bottle of whiskey on the floor behind you.

“Well, I was going to, but then I remembered alcohol existed,” you said as you flushed red in embarrassment.

Dean laughed at your retort. “It’s insane how much alike we are.” He kissed your forehead as you released each other. Without any further speaking, Dean led you to your shared bedroom; undoubtedly to show you just how sorry he was.

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[hannahindie]

Party like it’s Pawnee, Indiana! Follower Celebration

jellGuys. GUYS. I’ve hit 400 followers. I am totally floored that in the three and a half months that I’ve been writing, I have gained so many amazing people. You guys are the best. And because you’re the best, I want to see what you can do with those creative brains of yours! So I propose a challenge!

 A PARKS AND REC WRITING CHALLENGE.

 Parks and Rec is one of my favorite tv shows, and I’m pretty sure if Ron Swanson and Dean ever met it would be a glorious day. Below the cut  are 45 Parks and Recs quotes and rules for the challenge. I look forward to seeing what you guys come up with!!!

The Guidelines

-Reader inserts are preferable. If you would like to do something different that’s fine, but please no Wincest or Samifer. If you’re into that kinda thing that’s a-okay, but for this particular challenge, I’d rather you didn’t.

-You don’t have to be following me, but I would love it if you did! Because friends and stuff.

-Please send me the person’s name and the quote number. For ex. “Ron Swanson, number 5.” If you know who you’re writing for, please let me know that as well. If not, that’s okay.

-Supernatural only for this challenge, please!

-There’s not a hard due date, although I’d like to get everything in by September 3, just so I can get a masterlist put together. That seems like a long time, but I’m busy and you’re probably busy, so I want to give you plenty of time.

-If your fic is over 500 words, pleeeeeease use the “Keep Reading” option.

-Anyone can participate, but if you are going to write something NSFW, please only do so if you’re 18 or older. If I can tell you aren’t, I will not reblog it. I’m not trying to be mean, but you precious angel babies need to stay precious angel babies for a little longer, and I’m not gonna participate in corrupting you.

-Write any genre you want! I love all kinds, and I like to make people laugh and also destroy their souls with angst, so give me your best shot. The only thing I ask is that if there are adult themes, to please note that in your warnings/Authors Note.

-Tag me! @hannahindie If I don’t respond within 48 hours (this can include a favorite, comment, or reblog), then please send me an ask or a message. Tumblr tags can be pretty finicky, and I don’t want to miss anything!

-Use #HanCelebratesWithPawnee in the first five tags when you post.

 If you have any questions, please let me know!!

  Ron Swanson

 “Any dog under 50 pounds is a cat, and cats are useless.”

“Clear alcohols are for rich women on diets”. 

“I’m not interested in caring about people.

“There’s only one thing I hate more than lying: skim milk. Which is water that is lying about being milk.” 

Ron: “I’m hungry.” Leslie: “Okay, well don’t be such a baby. I cooked you some bacon for a trail snack.” Ron: “I ate it already.” Leslie: “What?” Ron: “I could smell it in your purse before I even parked my car. And now it’s gone, and I hate everything.”

“Just give me all the bacon and eggs you have. Wait…wait. I worry what you just heard was: Give me a lot of bacon and eggs. What I said was: Give me all the bacon and eggs you have. Do you understand?”

 Leslie Knope

“Calzones are pointless. They’re just pizza that’s harder to eat. No one likes them. Good day, sir.

“I stand by my decision to avoid salad and other disgusting things.

“You know my code, hoes before bros. Uteruses before duderuses. Ovaries before broveries."

“The only thing I’ll be waving is your decapitated head on a stick in front of your mother!"

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m about to endorse ten beers into my mouth, ‘cause this has been an incredibly stressful evening."

Doctor: “Are you two a couple?” ”No. Tragically, we are both heterosexual."

“Everything hurts and I’m dying."

“I’m fart, and I’m smunny, and I’m a prize."

 Ann Perkins

“Jogging is the worst. I know it keeps you healthy, but God, at what cost?”

Ann: “Oh, I have a good idea!” Leslie: “What? Ann: “Why don’t you ask him about his penis?”

“3...2...1...and my shift’s over. What the fuck is your problem?!“

“This seems like the kind of place a Ska band would go to shoot heroin.”

“Right now my gut is telling me we're going to listen to Mariah Carey the whole way home.”

Leslie: “See there's more things to look at on the internet other than naked guys, Ann.” Ann: What?

 Ben Wyatt

“I don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are. ...Actually, it’s going to bug me if I don’t.”

“I feel great, I ran a 5K this morning.” ”Really?” ”No, I threw up in the shower.

“Stick to the list and you’ll do great. I have total faith in you. ...There’s like a 30% chance they’ll both die.”

“Mr. Feinstein, with all due respect...You are a major dick.”

“I have been kinda tense lately. Just thinkin’ about the new Star Wars sequel”

 Andy Dwyer

“I have no idea what I’m doing, but I know I’m doing it really, really well.”

“I’m fine. It’s just that life is pointless, and nothing matters, and I’m always tired.” @deanssweetheart23

“When I get bummed out, I take my shirt off because the bad feelings make me feel sweaty.”

“I tried to make ramen in the coffee pot and broke everything.”

“I’m not crying, okay? I’m just allergic to jerks."

 April Ludgate

“Yea...I’m trying to find a reason to be annoyed by it, but I’m coming up empty.”

“But then I remembered alcohol existed.”

“I declare that everything that you are saying is stupid.”

“I guess I kind of hate most things, but I never really seem to hate you.”

“I wanted to make fun of stupid people while I get drunk, my two true passions.”

 Chris Traeger

“If I keep my body moving, and my mind occupied at all times, I will avoid falling into a bottomless pit of despair.”

“I am 100% certain that I am 0% sure of what I’m going to do.”

“My anxiety has kept me up for over 50 hours.”

“My body is finely tuned, like a microchip. And the flu is like a grain of sand. It could literally shut down the whole system.”

“I think you’ve got several options. They’re all terrible...but you have them.”

 Miscellaneous

“I have never taken the high road. But I tell other people to ’cause then there’s more room for me on the low road. - Tom Haverford

“Pawnee is the opposite of hip. People in this town are just now getting into Nirvana. I don’t have the heart to tell them what’s gonna happen to Kurt Cobain in 1994.” - Tom Haverford

“No, no, no, that’s way too much responsibility for me.” - Jean-Ralphio Saperstein

“Yes, I’m a hunter. And it’s “you” season.” -Donna Meagle

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[wwe-spn-twd-blog]

Beautiful - Charlie Bradbury x Reader

Written For: Hancelebratespawnee prompt: Leslie knope 3. You know my code, hoes before bros. Uteruses before duderuses. Ovaries before brovaries

Moeyys 1k fluff fest challenge Prompt: 4. I don’t think you understand how beautiful you are

Warnings: All girl reader, breast massage, vivid description of body parts and language

Y/n stood in front of the mirror wearing her girlfriends favorite bra and panties, Charlie didn’t wear pretty lacey panties but she loved when Y/n did. She was staring at herself in the mirror wondering what Charlie saw in her. She didn’t think she was ugly, but plain she was a plain Jane and Charlie was anything but plain. She was shaken from her thoughts by her girlfriends hands sliding into the cups of her bra. “Oh, there are my big girls” Charlie said massaging Y/n’s large breasts. “Oh yes baby, I thought you were helping the boys” Y/n moaned. “I was but I just told them” Charlie paused to kiss her neck. “You know my code, hoes before bros. Uteruses before duderuses. Ovaries before brovaries” Charlie said laughing at her own joke. “Char do you think I’m plain” Y/n asked, “of course not pretty baby” she said pausing again to kiss the other side of her neck. “I don’t think you understand how beautiful you are” Charlie said. Y/n threw her head back resting it on Charlie’s shoulder, “you are as white as paper but I love that cause as soon as I touch you, you turn bright pink” Charlie said. “Your eyes are so bright and penetrating they pierce my soul, you know exactly how I feel all the time” Charlie said. She was still massaging her breasts and sucking marks into her neck. “I love your plump red lips, they do things to my insides especially after we kiss and they’re even more plump” Charlie said. “Then I love your hair, I love that your bald below the belt” she said, “you know how much I love that soaking wet mound between your legs” she said. “Do I have to tell you how much I love the twins, these fluffy huge mounds of heaven filling my hands, fuck” Charlie moaned. “Speaking of fuck, I wanna fuck you before your insides turn to pudding” Charlie said. “I think we’re already there, you turned me into pudding girl” Y/n said. “In all seriousness pretty baby you know how much I love you” Charlie said, “I love you too, so much more than you’ll ever know” Y/n said.

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[valiantkingdomkitty-blog]

Heartache - Sam x Dean (Not Wincest)

Supernatural Drabble

Part Of: Han Celebrates Pawnee Challenge

Promtp: Chris Treager #1. If I keep my body moving and my mind occupied at all times, I will avoid falling into a bottomless pit of despair.

Warnings: heartbreak and language

Dean laid in bed trying to sleep but each time his brother hit the punching bag the noise echoed through Dean’s room. Sam had just broken up with the love of his life so he wouldn’t put her danger. The BMOL were attacking hunters and Sam didn’t want to get her hurt or worse. Sam told her leave a week ago and he hadn’t been able to focus on anything but hunting and hitting that bag or running. Sam just kept punching the bag, if he stopped moving and started thinking he’d break down. All Sam thought about if he was trying to sleep or research or even eat, was her. “Fuck, stop” Sam said out loud, Sam started hitting the bag with his fists over and over. Sam hit the bag until he couldn’t move his arms anymore. He had no idea that Dean was standing in the doorway watching him. Dean went over to Sam, put his hands on his shoulders and said, “you can’t keep doing this Sam, your burning the candle at both ends man” Dean said. “If I keep my body moving and my mind occupied at all times, I will avoid falling into a bottomless pit of despair” Sam said. “Oh Sammy, no, you can’t punch or will away the pain, you just have to let yourself feel it” Dean said. “A broken heart kills Sam, I know man, I went through it after Lisa, it hurts and it sucks for a long time but you gotta feel it” Dean said. Sam just broke, the tears fell, Dean wrapped his arms around his brother hugging him tightly. Sam buried his head in the crook of Dean’s neck and let go, crying out all the pain.

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Healthy - Sam x Dean (not Wincest )

Supernatural Drabble Written For: Party Like It's Pawnee Challenge Ron Swanson Ron Swanson prompt: 4. Theres only one thing i hate more than lying: skim milk which is water lying trying to be milk

Warnings: Dean being Dean is that a warning

Since Sam's brother Dean was almost 40 years old Sam was worrying about his health. Dean didn't have the best eating habits the more grease the better according to Dean. Dean took care of Sam his entire life and Sam wanted to return the favor by not letting Dean have a heart attack. Sam went with Dean on a supply run, they went to an actual grocery store. "Hey this is a real store" Dean said, "yeah, we're going to be eating healthier especially you, I don't want you to drop dead from a heart attack" Sam said. Dean just grunted he knew better than to fight Sam when he was in this mood. Sam stopped at the milk case and pulled out soy milk, "theres only one thing I hate more than lying: skim milk which is water lying trying to be milk" Dean said. "Dean it's chocolate I promise you'll like it plus it's almond milk" Sam said. After the store they went back to the bunker and Dean went to his room. Sam made a healthy dinner and he assured Dean he'd like it. Sam put the burgers and fries on the plates and brought them to the library, "please Chuck let it be good" Dean said. Sam chuckled and set the plates down, Dean inspected the burger and fries. Dean took a bite, chewed and swallowed "Sammy this awesome man" Dean said. "Good I'm glad you like it Dean, I forgot beers I'll be back"Sam said. Sam walked into the kitchen not just to get beer but to laugh. Little did Dean know Sam had made a veggie burger and squash fries.

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