#i couldn't get over the way dean reacted when

[jessjad]

More than this

Summary: Y/N and Dean have been together for a while now, but she's not sure if this is going any further. More and more it feels like he only wants one thing from her and Y/N isn't sure if she can continue to give it to him.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 4417

Warnings: 18+ only!!! some smutty smutness (a little rougher in the beginning), a little heartbreak, some angst, fluff and some realizations

A/N: Hello! 😊 So, I had this idea in my head and I really wanted to write it out, but I had to redo it a couple of times until I got it right. Get ready for some feelings. All mistakes are mine!

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"You like this, right?"

Dean murmured roughly into Y/N's ear while he kept pounding her hard into the matress. She was laying underneath him, legs around his hips and taking his rough thrusts with accompanying moans. Yeah, she liked it. Dean knew just how to make her come, how to manhandle her, but she could not answer him. In a way she just wanted it to be over. He kept talking dirty to her and started to grib her throat lightly. With his other hand he took one of her calves and brought her leg up on his shoulder to change the angle, to get even deepr into her heat.

"Oh, I know you like this, sweetheart. Hitting every sensitive spot insight you while I fuck you really hard. Just to keep you on edge." he increased the pressure on her throat a little and started to circle her clit with his thump.

Y/N began to feel a little anxious about the hand on her throat and gripped his wrist with some fear, but that was something that Dean didn't notice while he was chasing his own release. Y/N was sure that he would never hurt her, but that was something knew. Something she actually did not like.

She felt the pressure build in her core and the heat that started to rise up in her body took her mind of the current situation that bothered her. Dean lavished on her nipples with his tounge, intensifying the pressure and in the moment when he let go of her throat, the coil snapped and she came hard on his cock. Screaming his name, Dean's movements began to falter and he too came undone, releasing his sticky seed and filling her to the brim.

The Winchester rolled down of her and layed himself right next to her. Relishing in the feeling of the post sexual bliss, both their breahts came hard while their racing hearts were trying to calm themselfs down again. He closed his eyes and smiled before he turned to the woman next to him, to see how she felt. With one arm drapped over her stomache he gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek, but Y/N didn' react in any way.

"You okay there, sweetheart?" he asked and looked closely at her.

Upon hearing his voice, a smile appeared on her lips and she turned her head to Dean. "Yeah, all good."

To not have to look him into the face much longer she scooded over to him and buried her face in the crook of his neck. Now, laying in his warm embrace and hearing his heartbeat, she felt safe, good. Once this rough side of Dean was gone, she wanted to be as close to him as she could. This is what she wanted to experience more with him and she probably should just talk to him. But she didn't know how. And if she was honest, this was somehow all her fault.

When she met Dean for the first time, she was hooked right away. He had put on a charming smile that reached his beautiful green eyes and right away she felt like a fly who was drawn to the light. Although she couldn't really believe that he was actually attracted to her. She was no model and definitly not perfect, but that didn't seem to bother him at all. And so she had no problem to share her bed with him the first night and it was really beautiful.

A string of dates followed in which they got to know each other better and better and they also kept up their nightly activities underneath the sheets. After a month it felt right and Y/N started to fall for the tall man. Her heart began to yearn for him and she could only hope that he was starting to feel the same way. She felt so comfortable with him, because he seemed to genuinely like her just the way she was. And that led to the situation they now found themselves in.

One night, while they were about to make the bed shake again, she had brought it up that she likes it a little harder sometimes. And Dean, the gentleman that he was, tried to do justice to her wishes. In the beginning they tested it out and at some point they found a grove with eachother. It was fun.

But now, over six months later, this was all there was left. Hard, rough sex. No sweet feelings or romance. And also no emotional intimacy. Even the dates had stopped. They only met at her place or, like right now, here in the bunker at Dean's place.

Y/N knew about his actual job and eventhough she didn't want to get involved with it, it didn't bother her. Dean was saving lives, he was a warior. A frecking hero! And that just made her fall for him even harder. But after all this time, she still didn't know if he was falling in love with her too.

Long after Dean felt asleep, Y/N was still lying awake in bed. There was to much going on in her head. She looked over to Dean and tears began to burn in her eyes. As much as she liked the man next to her, this was not what she wanted. Sometimes he was so secretive and she felt like she didn't even know him. It was as if he didn't want to let her into his heart. As if he didn't want to let her share his feelings.

And so, Y/N knew what she needed to do. She needed to get out of here for a while. Needed to get away from Dean and this entrenched situation. A little distance would probably be the best for now. And with this resolution she stood up. Quietly, to not wake up Dean, she put on her clothes and grabbed her stuff. With one last glance back she decided to write him a little note and a minute later she was out of his bedroom.

On her way out of the bunker she passed by the kitchen. The lights were on and when she looked into the room, she saw Sam sitting on the table, his laptop infront of him and a fresh cup of coffee next to it. He looked up after hearing steps, but smiled as soon as he saw it was Y/N.

"Hey! You still awake?" Y/N asked as soon as Sam noticed her.

"Yeah! Yeah, Cas just called. He is on a case in Michigan and needed some help. So, I try to find him some answers."

Y/N only nodded as she took a few steps into the kitchen and smiled. She admired the cohesion the boys shared. They always helped eachother out if needed. Sam on the other hand noticed her backpack that hung from her right sholder and frowned a litte.

"Are you going somewhere? It's still early in the morning?" the younger Winchester asked and directed his attention fully to her.

"Oh, ehm..." Y/N needed to think fast, 'cause she didn't want to lie to Sam. "... I totally forgot that a good friend of mine invited me to her birthday party tomorrow. And since she lives in Jamestown..."

Upon that realization Sam nodded his head. "... it's a long drive to North Dakota."

"Yup." she agreed.

And it was not even a lie. Her friend Lizzy would celebrate her birthday, but just not for four days. Y/N had already texted her friend to let her know, that she would be there a little earlier and when Lizzy would read the message in a few hours she definitly wouldn't mind it. Since they haven't seen eachother in a long time.

"You know, you could've taken a flight down there too." he suggested and stood up from his place.

"Yeah, but I... actually like to drive. You know? Blasting my music, rolled down windows and the wind blows through my hair..."

"Alright, alright." Sam chuckled. "Dean says the same things, so I get it."

Now it was Y/N who laughed a little. But just the thought of the man who owned her heart, stung to some degree. Maybe she should've just talked to him, instead of running away, but she really didn't know how. The one thing she didn't want, was to mess their relationship up. If this even was a relationship.

"Doesn't Dean at least say goodbye to you?" the tall man questioned, while he looked out into the hallway.

"No!" she blurted out way to fast, what gave her an confused look of Sam. "No, but it's okay. We... have been really busy... you know? So... he needs his beauty sleep."

She said and did some randomly gestures with her hands, so that Sam knew right away what she exactly meant. He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head, getting a little shy.

"Okay, alright. I don't wanna know... that... actually."

They both laughed and inside Y/N were relieved, that he seemed to believe her. Both of them fell silent again and before she could change her mind, Y/N moved forward and hugged Sam goodbye.

"Don't be up to long. Get some sleep, okay?"

Sam hugged her back, the weird feeling in his gut ignoring for now.

"Don't worry, Y/N. I will."

And without looking back again, she made her way down to the garage to get into her car and leave Lebanon behind her.

Dean didn't know what startled him awake, but when he opend his eyes, the sun had just begun to rise over the horizon. He searched his bedside with his hand automatically, but his eyes followed right away. The place where Y/N had slept just some hours ago was already empty. And cold. Only a little note was laying on the pillow, saying that she was gone for a few days. He sat up and noticed right away that her clothes and backpack were gone, too. What was going on?

The older Winchester got out of his bed and went out into the hallway to look for his girlfriend. But he didn't get to far before Sam appeared infront him on his way to his room, yawning his heart out.

"Hey!" he made himself known. "Have you seen Y/N?"

"Oh, hey Dean." answered Sam a little confused and stopped in his tracks when he reached his brother. "She... went out to her friend. Did she... did she not tell you that?"

Dean huffed. "All I got is this little piece of paper." holding the note up to show it to Sam.

"Dean... did something happen between the two of you?"

"What? No!" he blurted out right away, but the look on Sam's face got him a little worried. "Why?"

Sam relaxed his shoulders a little and shook his head in thought. "I don't know... I've met her in the kitchen before she went out and... I had a weird feeling. You know? She... she didn't seem herself... in a way. As if she... was a little on edge?"

"What?" now Dean was confused. "But eveything was fine when we went to sleep."

To that Sam had no idea what else he could say and a weird silence fell between the two men.

"Alright. I'll try calling her. Thanks, Sam."

"Oh, not... not at all."

But Dean didn't hear that anymore. He was already back in his room, grabbing for his phone.

Y/N was finally able to breath. It was a freeing feeling that she had really needed. Lizzy was surprised that she came over so early for her birthday but she didn't complain either. They had know each other for so many years now, that she was happy to get some alone time with her dear friend.

The only times that Y/N felt a little bit guilty was when Dean texted or tried to call her. She was still not ready to take his calls, because she knew that she would give in the second she heared his beautiful voice. She missed him, though. A lot. She missed him so much, that her heart hurt and screamed his name. So that's why she only answerd his messages, eventhough her answers were short and vague. He knew now where exactly she was, but she also asked of him to wait for her to come back. That she just wanted to spent some long needed time with her friends. And he accepted it.

Now, the birthday party was in full swing and banished her bad thoughts. They all laughed, drank a little and just had a really good time. The girls were sitting outside in the backyard of Lizzys house and enjoyed the fairly warm weather. The hours were passing by quickly and for the first time in the last months Y/N felt carefree. But the later the evening got and the more alcohol flowed, the more intimate the conversations became.

Late at night, there were only Lizzy, Y/N and Cathy, another good friend of the girls, left. And Cathy was very expressive, especially about men. She had just told some funny anecdotes about her past relationships and they were all laughing a good amount. But she also talked about her problems with the new man in her life, named Mike. He was older than her and they came from two very different backrounds. But love had still struck them.

"So, it's all good now? With you and Mike?" Lizzy asked.

"Yeah! Yeah, I talked to him. I just had to and he understood it."

Lizzy saw the lightly confused look on Y/N's face and explained. "Cathy had a little problem with their sexlife and she was debating for quite some time if she should say something or not."

'Huh...' Y/N thought. As it seemed she was not the only one who had those problems.

"Our sex was really boring, you know? Like, reeeeaaaally booooring. I mean, I like it slow and intense sometimes, too. It's not a bad thing. But I also really needed the rough sex. You know? When you're just so pent up and you need to release some stress... a good hard pounding can do wonders, right? " Cathy continued speaking and laughed. "And you two know me. I've always been open about what I like and what not. But with Mike... it was difficult, you know?"

"And how did it... go?" Y/N asked.

She didn't know why she asked that, when she didn't even want to talk about it. But maybe this was the right moment. Maybe she should take advantage of this moment and talk to her friends about her problems too.

"Good, actually. Well, I was really nervous in the beginning, 'cause I truly like the guy, you know? But That was also the reason why I wanted to talk to him."

"Yeah..." Y/N agreed, but had to think about her own situation with Dean. Maybe she made this all into a much bigger thing than it acutally was. "...yeah."

But Lizzy noticed the change in her friend right away. She saw the change in her mood and it got her worried a bit. She had asked Y/N about Dean and how their relationship developed, but she didn't fully answer her question.

"Y/N? You okay?"

That question brought back her attention to her friends and she sat herself up a little straighter.

"Yes... I am." she tried to mask it, but Cathy saw right through it.

"Well, THAT sounded convincing..." Cathy turned around and asked silently for an explanation.

"Y/N, girl... you can talk to us." Lizzy tried and then Y/N just felt the urge to talk to her friends what was on her mind.

"Okay, okay, ehm..." now she felt ridicoulous in a way. "Dean and I... it's mostly good, you know? We get along really well and he swepped me of my feet right away..." she smiled, but that faded quickly.

"There is just one thing... and I don't know what to do abut it..." she shook her head and took a sip of her wine, like trying to steal herself. "I get what you're saying, Cathy. About the rough sex and all. I do like that too, but..."

She felt so awkward talking about this, but she also knew that her friends would not judge her or talk her down in any way. And maybe they could give her advice on how to navigate that ship safely into the haven.

"Okay, I'm just gonna say it." with a deep sigh Y/N kept talking. "When I first talked to Dean about the things I like in bed I also told him that I do like it rough sometimes. And with a charming smile he tried to live up to that. We tried different things until we found a grove we both liked, you know?"

Lizzy and Cathy shared a quick look as if they already knew what was coming next over her lips.

"But since then... rough and hard sex is all that's left. It's like... nothing else is existing anymore. We stopped going on dates, we are not talking to eachother anymore like we did in the first few months... all we do when we meet is eat something and then... on into the bedroom."

"Y/N..." Cathy said, but the woman continued talking.

"Don't get me wrong: He is not hurting me or forcing himself on to me or any of that. Not at all. I do like that kind of sex and he knows my body like a violin. But... it feels like it's just sex and nothing more. No romance, no emotional intimacy, no... connection. You know what I mean? And I miss that. I miss the slow, passionate sex. The lingering touches and the soft kisses... we don't have that anymore."

"Do you love him?" Cathy asked after a moment where noone knew what to say and Y/N did not have to think about it.

"Yeah. I do." and that truth hurt.

"Then you should definitly talk to him. Tell him how you feel and that you need more. This is not something you can just... sit out, you know?"

"But... that's the problem. I... I just don't know how. He seems so content and I don't wanna ruin our relationship by causing an maybe unnecessary problem."

"But it's never unnecessary to talk about the way you feel and try to improve your relationship with him. And when Dean loves you too, then he should have no problems with that, right?" Lizzy asked.

Y/N wanted to agree. It made so much sense hearing this from her friends and now she was wondering why she did not just try it. She was even questioning her behavier right know in leaving Dean and not telling him why. Her mind was racing and she felt tears starting to burn her eyes.

"Dean does love you... right?" Lizzy wondered.

But Y/N could not reply right away to her friend. She wiped the tears from her cheek that were now rolling down her face.

"Honestly, I... I don't know..."

After that relevation the other two girls came over and embraced Y/N into a big hug. But none of the three ladies saw the green eyed man that stood in the shadows, looking into the backyard and balling his fists, while he eavesdropped the whole conversation and tried to hold back his own tears.

"You need to talk to him, Y/N."

"I know, Lizzy. I will."

"And if he doesn't understand it, then he is not the right guy for you."

The little goodbye scene kept playing over and over in Y/N's head. She had really awesome friends who tried to help and protect her and in the end, this little hide out was what she had needed. Because one thing became really clear to her and that was that she loved Dean. Her heart was his and she wanted at least fight for it.

But now, sitting in her car in the bunker's garage, nine hours later her nerves were starting to get to her. Maybe Dean was angry with her for leaving him so suddenly. Maybe he didn't wanted to talk to her anymore. Maybe, maybe, maybe...

She took a deep breath and stealed herself before she finally got out. With her bag over her right shoulder Y/N stepped into the war room, but the bunker layed erriely dark and quiet. Putting her bag down she went to look for Dean or Sam, but could not find any of the men right away. Which was weird, because she had told Dean that she would be back this evening. When she went down the hallway to the bedrooms she saw a light after turnig the corner to where the Dean Cave was.

Her heart started to race a little, but when she reached the door and opened it, she didn't know what to say or think. The room was enlightened by a lot of candles. The two armchairs were standing on a wall and a big pull out couch had took in their place. On a sidetable were some brugers, fries, drinks and an apple pie, ready to be eaten. What was happening?

By the sound of Dean clearing his throat Y/N was startled a little, but her eyes found him only seconds later. He was wearing dark Jeans, a black shirt and her favorite brown and grey checkered button down. He smiled, but also he seemed almost a little shy.

"What..." Y/N couldn't quite believe it and was touched at the same time.

"To much?" he asked with a wry grin.

"No! No, I... love it."and she really did, her heart was mealting on the spot. "But... why?"

Dean sighed. "Okay." he came over to her and took her hands in his.

But he did not really know how to start this conversation. In his mind he had time to think about it and in the end he had decided to just wing it, when the moment came. Only now this idea was probably not the best one he ever had.

"I'm so bad at this..." he grumbled to himself, but Y/N had still heared him. "I'm sorry... Y/N."

The woman furrowed her brows a little in confusion. "What?"

"I should've noticed something. I should've realized that... something was not right between us."

"Dean..."

"I know I've been really busy lately with my work. We didn't have a lot of time for us and... god, I should've at least noticed the signs during our sex...."

Now Y/N took a step back and looked at the man infront of her questioningly. "What do you mean?"

Dean's eyes widened. "Crap..." he uttered and scratched his head. "I, ehm... after you'd been gone for four days, I followed you to Jamestown to see you."

"You did?"

"I felt like I had to. You didn't answer my calls and I had the impression that you were pulling away from me. That I was about to lose you. So I wanted to talk to you one last time."

"But..." now she was really confused. "I did not see you. You weren't there..."

"I was... but I didn't get the chance to make myself known. You were sitting outside... with your friends..."

She needed a moment before she realized what he just had said. He was there and had heared everything she was explaning to Lizzy and Cathy. He knew it now. He knew what was going on in her.

"Oh god..." an uncomfortable feeling rose within her and she touched her forehand to collect her thoughts. "I wanted to talk to you, Dean. I really wanted to. But I just didn't know how and I didn't want to..."

"I love you." Dean cut her off. "Y/N... I love you."

His words started to sink in and tears began to build in her eyes.

"I should've told you that way sooner, but... like I said, I'm really not good at this. But that's not a good excuse either. And I don't wanna lose you over something that we can fix without any problems."

He touched her cheek and tried to catch the now falling tears with his thump.

"You are so important to me... and I hope you will never feel like you can't talk to me again.

And to prove his point, he kissed her. A little cautious at first, but Y/N gave in right away and so he could deepen the kiss. It felt so good, she had really missed that, but she was still a little nervous. She layed her arms around his neck and buried her hands in his hair. Dean embraced her into a tight hug and moved from her lips to her neck. She moaned softly and goosebumps rose all over her body.

His hands slowly made their way down to her hips and landed on her bottom. He gentle squeezed and massaged her ass, while she rubbed herself on him. It felt like they were back at the beginning months ago, when they started dating. The lingering touches, the soft moans. As if they had all the time in the world.

Their clothes fell slowly piece by piece to the floor and after Dean brought Y/N down on the couch, the underwear was all that was left. But Dean kept holding her tightly in his arms, kissed her slowly but very passionately. Legs and arms intertwined it felt like they were trying to become one, not just physically but with their minds, too. Like Dean tried to connect their souls with eachother.

When the rest of the fabric fell, Dean kept eye contact while he entered her with slow and deep strokes. He moved with passion and desire as he put his hand under her hip to change the angle, to be even deeper connected to his girl.

"I love you." he said again, after he picked up some speed.

"I love you, too." Y/N answered as she came closer and closer to her climax.

And while they both came undone, her heart was bursting with love for this man, who loved her back just as much.

A/N: I don't know why, but I really loved this. 🥰 I hope you liked it too. And to anyone who came across this, let me know what you think. I'd appreciate it. 😊

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[zepskies]

Hey could I please request headcanons for how Dean would react to reader texting him "she's busy" as a joke, yk kind of like

Dean: Hey baby

Reader: She's busy

I really hope this makes sense and isn't so confusing 😭😭

Ooh I think I know what you mean. 😏

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F. Reader Word Count: 850

Imagine: Texting Dean when he's on a hunt.

Once again, Dean sighed while he waited on his brother.

They were stopped at a 7-Eleven gas station after a hunt, but Dean had long ago filled up Baby's tank. Sam was inside, grabbing a few snacks for the road tomorrow. Supposedly.

Dean fished out his phone from his pocket and texted him.

Hey, Driving Miss Daisy. You good in there?

A couple of minutes later, Sam responded.

Yeah, just getting a few things.

Dean rolled his eyes. Right.

For half an hour? What, you taking a shit or something?

Sam's response was testy, just as Dean predicted.

Dean, give me a minute. Jesus.

Dean sighed, with a roll of his eyes. He scrolled back into his texts and found your name. He was a couple of states over from Lebanon, but still within the same timezone. You should still be awake back at the bunker.

He decided he wanted to hear your voice, let you know that he and Sam were going to catch one more night of rest here at the motel before they made the long drive back home.

But...you didn't answer when he called.

Weird. You were typically a night owl, either watching something or plugging away at your laptop. He tried texting you instead.

Hey, baby. You up?

He eventually saw the three gray dots pop up. You were typing...

She's busy.

Dean frowned. What the hell?

Had you invited someone over? Like Jody or Donna?

But neither of them would've replied like that...so he texted back.

Stop messing around.

Dean tried calling you again, but it went directly to voicemail this time. In came another text from "you."

She'll call you back, dude.

Dean's jaw ticked with annoyance. And despite himself, unease began to creep in and churn his stomach.

What the fuck is this?

She's in the shower. I'll tell her to call you back, no worries.

All right. WHO is this?

Ooh, are you the boyfriend? Yikes lol.

A deep, slow breath made it through Dean's nose. He closed his eyes, counted to ten, reminded himself that he did, in fact, love you.

Then he responded.

Babe, if you don't call me in the next 30 seconds, there's gonna be hell to pay when I get home.

Dean checked his watch and actually counted. About ten seconds passed before his phone rang with an incoming call...from you. He answered.

"Promise?" came your teasing voice. When it ended on a giggle, Dean rolled his eyes and rested his head back on the seat. He blew out a frustrated breath.

"Oh, trust and believe. You're gonna fuckin' get it this time," he said, though his lips curved on a reluctant smirk. You full on laughed at him then.

"You make it too easy," you replied.

He knew this. It wasn't the first time you'd teased him, and he knew it wouldn't be the last.

Still, he couldn't help being a bit irritated this time.

"You know, how would you like it if I did that to you?" he asked. "Wouldn't be so fucking funny then, would it?"

"...Okay. You're right. I'm sorry, baby," came your more contrite voice. But he could still hear your smile. Could imagine the way you might soothe a hand along his arm, if you were here.

"How about I make it up to you?" you offered.

That worked a slow smirk onto his face. "Yeah? What did you have in mind?"

For the next few minutes, you purred into his ear about all the things you'd been thinking of while he was gone. Daydreaming about the talents of his hands, lips, and tongue.

In particular, you reminded him about a certain birthday wish that he still hadn't claimed from a couple weeks ago, when he and Sam got wind of this hunt.

Two weeks really was too damn long, in your opinion. (He agreed with you.)

Now with a half-straining bulge in his jeans, Dean licked his lips and tightened his hand on the leather wheel of the car.

"All right. Sounds like a plan to me, sweetheart," he said, deceptively breezy. As if you'd just told him you planned to make tacos for dinner.

"When are you getting home?" you asked.

He heard the tone of your voice, like black silk. It sent a tendril of heat down his spine, raising the hairs on his forearms.

"Tonight," Dean said. Deeper, a note of gravel in his words. "I'll see you tonight."

"Good." Once again, he heard the smile in your voice. "I love you."

He sighed, and raised a hand to card through his hair.

"Love you too...even though you play too fucking much," he muttered the latter bit.

Your laughter once again reached his ears, reluctantly making him smile.

He hung up with you just before Sam finally opened the passenger seat door and climbed in with two hefty grocery bags. Did he do a whole damn shopping spree in there?

...Whatever. Dean shook his head and started the car.

"Change of plan," he said. "We're heading home."

"What? Thought we were gonna catch a few hours of sleep. It's a long drive, Dean," Sam said, earning his brother's gaze.

"Yeah, well, you'll live," Dean snarked. A more devious grin spread across his face. "I've got a date."

And she's about to get punished.

The Impala's tires screeched as Dean pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road.

AN: Ha! This one was fun. 😘 Thanks for the prompt!

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What If

Dean Winchester x Reader

You make assumptions after a night in Dean's bed that prove to be false

Warnings: Mention of steamy times, cursing, hurt feelings

Heat was the first sensation that hit you. The heat of a warm body curled up to your back. A strong arm laid across your stomach and warm breath hitting the back of your neck as he slept. How the hell had you ended up in this position when the two of you had simply set out to watch a movie last night after Sam had gone to bed?

You'd been in your room, laid across the bed reading a book Alex had sent you for your birthday. It was pretty good so far but you knew you wouldn't get far in it when you heard Dean singing lightly as his footsteps got closer to your open door.

You slid a bookmark in place and laid the book on your nightstand before your green eyed best friend ever Madeira to your door. You glanced up about the time he knocked “What's up Dean?” He smiled slightly “Well Sammy's gone to bed but Claire sent me a list of the top five rated horror movies. The top two we have on streaming”

A grin split your face “Go get them up, I'll grab drinks and meet you in the TV room” he winked at you “that's my girl” then turned to walk off down the hall.

You let out a sigh if only he knew what it did to you when he did shit like that. That wink, calling you his girl. The way he always invited you to watch movies, go for late night drives or how gentle he was patching you up after hunts. You shook your head to clear those thoughts out, he was your best friend. Yeah he was drop dead gorgeous but you couldn't help that you had eyes. You wouldn't ever cross a line he'd never acted as if he wanted to cross and risk that relationship.

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You were sitting next to Dean on the couch, your feet were curled up under you and Dean's favorite blanket was draped across you both. About halfway through the second movie a jumpscare actually got to you and without thinking you curled into his side, hiding your face in his chest.

He chuckled lightly as he tucked his arm around your body “Oh come on sweetheart. I've seen you take on shit a lot scarier than that and not blink!” You looked up at him and stuck your tongue out, trying to ignore just how close your faces were “Bite me Winchester. Real life doesn't bother me because if it can touch me and hurt me I can touch it and hurt it”

He shook his head “You're something else” you raised an eyebrow “What you mean by that” he raised his hand that wasn't curled around you to push your hair back that had fallen into your face “Beautiful, smart, badass. Pretty damn close to perfect” you could feel your cheeks warm slightly. It wasn't unusual for Dean to compliment you but it always made your stomach flip. “Oh shut up” you pushed against his chest hoping to turn this semi flirtatious moment into a teasing one but damn him if he didn't cup your chin gently and lift your head to meet his eyes before a smirk slipped onto his face “Make me”

You don't know what came over you at that moment. Maybe temporary insanity? Regardless you found yourself moving forward until your lips met his. It was just a simple kiss but something you'd dreamt of for far too long. It didn't take him even half a second to react. His hands went down to your hips, pulling you over into his lap and when the action caused a light gasp to leave your lips he slipped his tongue into your mouth rolling it against yours in a way that had you melting into him.

When you ground your hips down against his and a deep groan left him that was when reality set in. You were currently straddling your best friend, making out with him and damn near dry humping on the couch. You broke the kiss and damn near jumped off his lap. “I am so sorry Dean. I don't…I don't know what was going through my head”

He stood up, adjusting his jeans as he did so and your eyes flicked down to see a bulge that made your legs weak. The look in his eyes, damn how many waitresses and barmaids had you cussed over the years for having that look focused on them and now you couldn't think straight. “I wasn't exactly shoving you off” he replied taking a step closer and when you didn't back up he quickly covered the space between you pulling you into his arms “You're my best friend Y/N. Besides Sam no one on earth means as much to me as you do but that kiss was….fuck…if you want then this never happened. We'll turn on a different movie and nothing more”

“Or?” You asked, feeling your heart leap into your throat. A smirk slipped back onto his lips “Or we could go to my room and talk” “talk?” You repeated and he nodded “nothing has to happen”

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A moan of Dean's name left your lips as he kissed a trail down your neck, his fingers slipping inside of you easily. “Fuck I love hear you say my name like that” he teased. It didn't take him long to find that one spot inside of you that had you clenching around his fingers and your legs shaking around his wrist.

He continued to pump his fingers lazily in and out of you as he worked you through the orgasm. When you weakly pushed at his wrist he caught your eyes before licking his fingers into his mouth, those sinful lips working as he sucked your juices off his fingers. “Taste as good as you look” you shook your head with a laugh “Take your pants off and get up here Dean” he grinned “Yes ma'am”

He stood long enough to slip his pants off then crawled up the bed, kissing his way up your body until he got to your lips. He caught them in a searing kiss that let you taste yourself on him. He pulled back enough to meet your eyes “Are you sure about this?” You nodded and felt his hardness pressed against your inner thigh “I want this”

He pressed another kiss to your lips before lining himself up with your entrance. When he slipped inside of you a moan left both of you at the feeling. He dropped his head down against your chest once he was fully inside of you to give you time to adjust. His lips left a trail across your collarbone “you feel so damn amazing sweetheart” After a moment the discomfort of the fullness of his gave way to pleasure so you turned his face to kiss him “Move Dean”

He began to roll his hips tentatively against yours and when your reaction was your eyes rolling back slightly at the feeling that was all the clearance he needed. “Eyes on me, beautiful. I want to see you come undone” it took you a minute to focus your eyes back on him and when you did he smiled almost shyly “look at you Y/N. Damn you're perfect” he pulled almost completely out of you then slammed back in. Your hands went to his shoulders, fingernails cutting into the skin as he sat a grueling pace that filled the room with the sound of skin hitting skin and both of you moaning the other's name.

When you felt yourself reaching that peak he bit down gently on your neck “Let yourself go baby. I'm not far behind. I want to feel you come around my cock, please” Dean Winchester of all men begging you to come? Christ, that pushed you over the edge with a scream of pleasure ripping from your lips.

His thrusts faltered slightly and through gritted teeth he asked “Don't you have an iud?” You nodded and he buried himself inside of you with one final thrust. The feeling of him coming worked another small orgasm out of you that had your legs shaking around him.

When he pulled out you whimpered slightly and he apologized with a light kiss “Just gonna grab my shirt to clean you up some baby ok?” You nodded weakly and felt the bed dip before Dean was knelt between your knees “Open up for me beautiful” you slowly spread your legs and he smiled “you look so fucking gorgeous like this. All fucked out” he used his shirt to clean you up as best as he could before tossing it back to the floor.

When he laid back down next to you he ran a finger down your side which caused you to squirm. “I'll go to my room once my legs work” He slipped his arm around you to pull you back against him “Take your time. No rush”

Every insecurity and what if started to flip through your head. Dean wasn't a settling down type. He didn't like attachments because he knew that put a target on them. He cared about you enough as a friend to put himself in danger. This wouldn't work. Either he'd not want this and feel some sort of obligation from your years of friendship or worse he would feel for you what you truly felt for him and it would end with him getting himself killed to keep you safe.

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It took some work to slip out the bed without waking him but you managed it and slipped your clothes on quickly. You needed a shower and to get the hell out of the bunker for a few minutes. You just needed to clear your head. It was supply run day. Groceries were needed and mail needed to be checked. You'd tell Sam to let you handle it. That would give you breathing room.

When you parked your car back at the bunker Sam came out to meet you and help with bags. When you glanced behind him he shrugged one shoulder “Can I ask something that may not only be none of my business but may be uncomfortable too?”

You nodded “We've known each other for a good chunk of our lives so I'd say yeah” he grimaced as he ran a hand across the back of his neck “I heard you and Dean last night so I thought…I don't know what I thought but did something happen? Because he seemed upset that you left while he was asleep”

“Sam, I didn't want to make things weird for Dean. You know my feelings” he nodded “but did you ask him his or just assume?” You didn't have to say anything Sam saw the look in your eyes. “He's in the library cleaning guns. I've got the bags”

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You could hear the clinking of metal when you got closer to the library. You stopped right inside the doorway and watched Dean for a moment. The way he handled the guns was a thing of beauty. He could probably break them down, clean them and put them back together in his sleep at this point.

He didn't look up from the colt before saying “You made it back in one piece” you nodded lamely “Dean can we talk?” He laid the colt down and raised his eyes to meet yours “Let me guess where this is going. You had a good night but don't want nothing to change”

You swallowed hard under the intensity of his stare “Can I talk without you putting words in my mouth?” He waved a hand to say go ahead “Dean you're my best friend and I love you, I fell in love with you. Last night was fucking amazing but I don't want to make you regrets things, you don't do love, you don't do relationships”

“because why? Dean's a man whore that just bed hops? Because Dean is incapable of love? Because despite us being best friends for over a decade there's no possibility that I fell in love with you too? There's no possibility i fucking wanted to wake up with the woman I love in my arms?” You flinched at his tone despite your heart flipping at his words “You love me?” He stood up and walked around the table “How could I not?”

You took a step back putting your back to the wall. He stood right in front of you, leaning a hand on the wall just over your head but giving you room to move “I love you Y/N. I'm in love with you. Last night was everything. Now what other demons are lurking in your head cause you know I don't mind taking on each and every one of those sons of bitches”

“What if you get hurt protecting me?” You asked and he smiled “baby I'd do that now but I know for the most part you can handle yourself and don't act like you're not self sacrificing either” you laughed despite yourself “What if you get bored of one woman?” He grinned “unlikely but we can always role play sweetheart. Believe me I mean it when I say you're fucking perfect for me”

“What if…” he cut you off by saying “What if you stop giving me excuses and let me kiss you? We could both die tomorrow and if that happens it happens but I'd rather have a day knowing you were completely my girl then live the rest of our lives just having part of you. I'm yours, you mine?” You nodded “Always. Now kiss me” He grinned “Yes ma'am”

[lacydollette]

TEAMING UP ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairing: exbf!dean x huntress!reader

warnings: heavy tension, mention of guns, dean being cocky, explicit language, lowkey a lil angsty, maybe fluff (?)

Dean moved carefully through the forest, keeping his steps light, always on high alert for any signs of the werewolf pack they were hunting. The brothers had tracked the attacks to this abandoned barn in the middle of nowhere. It was the perfect hideout—isolated, hidden deep in the woods, far enough from any town that no one would hear the screams. His grip tightened on the silver knife in his hand, they were close now.

He glanced over his shoulder to make sure Sam wasn't too far behind. They had split up to cover more ground, but something about this hunt felt off. He couldn't shake the feeling that they weren't the only ones out here tonight.

That feeling was confirmed when he heard the faint rustle in the bushes ahead. Instinctively, Dean tensed, his body ready for a fight as he inched closer to the noise. He barely had time to react before something lunged at him, slamming him back against a tree with a force that knocked the breath from his lungs.

Before he could get a grip on what was happening, he felt cold steel press into his chest, and a fierce hand gripping his throat. Whoever had him pinned was strong and definitely a combat master. And as his eyes adjusted to the shadows, he recognized the face glaring up at him.

"y/n?"

His voice came out rough, startled. It had been years since he'd seen you—his ex, the one who'd walked out of his life after you’d both decided your worlds were too dangerous to pull love and feelings into the mix. The one who never left his mind, no matter how much time passed.

You blinked, shock flashing in your eyes before it hardened into something more familiar. You stepped back, releasing him, but the gun stayed firmly in your grip, aimed at him as you spoke. "What the hell are you doing here, Dean?"

Of all people to run into on this hunt, it had to be him. It was like the universe was playing some kind of sick joke on you. You hadn't seen Dean in years, not since you both decided to go separate ways. Too much baggage, too much history. You had moved on. At least, that's what you kept telling yourself.

He rubbed his neck, a small smirk tugging at his lips despite the fact that you had nearly taken him out. "Nice to see you too, y/n. Still got that charming bedside manner, huh?"

Your eyes were cold, all business, just like you had been when you first met on a hunt years ago. You hadn't changed much—still fierce, still sharp, still... fucking beautiful. The moonlight highlighted the determination on your face, and for a second, Dean almost forgot where you two were.

"I nearly shot you," you said frustrated, trying to get rid of the thought of almost killing your ex boyfriend. Dean shrugged, his smirk fading as he let out a breath. "Wouldn't be the first time."

Your jaw clenched, and he could see the wheels turning in your head. He didn't know whether you were more annoyed that he was here or that he'd caught you off guard. Definitely both.

"This is my hunt," you snapped, eyes narrowing at him. "I've been tracking this pack for weeks.", "Yeah, well, so have we," Dean replied, meeting your glare. "Sam and I are here to take them out. Same mission, different day."

Your eyes flashed with anger, and for a second, Dean thought you might shove him back against the tree again. You had always been like this—stubborn, independent, never one to back down. It was one of the things that had drawn him to you in the first place, even if it was also the reason you couldn't make it work. You were too much alike, both hunters, both living lives that didn't leave room for anything or anyone else.

You stepped back, shaking your head. "I don't need your help, Dean. I've got this." Dean crossed his arms, his expression serious now. "Really? You're gonna take on a whole werewolf pack by yourself?"

You glared at him, and he could tell you weren’t in the mood for his questions. But he wasn't about to let you get yourself killed, even if you wanted to do this alone. There were too many of them—he and Sam had already counted at least five, maybe more, and even someone as tough as you couldn't take on that many without backup.

"Look," he said, trying to keep his voice calm, "I know you don't want me here, but we're on the same hunt. Let's take these bastards out together, and then you can go back to pretending I don't exist."

You scoffed, your grip tightening on your gun while you rolled your eyes at him. You didn't need anyone else. You had always worked best alone, and you weren’t about to let anything—or anyone—get in your way. Dean's temper flared for a second, but he held it back. "Look, I'm here to finish the job. That’s it.”

You both stood there, staring each other down, the tension between you thick. It was the same as it had always been, that push and pull that had kept you together—and tore you apart in the end. Eventually you gave in, at least it would be quicker this way, right?

Dean couldn't stop himself from watching you as you approached the barn. You moved like a shadow, silent and sharp, every step calculated, your eyes scanning the area like a hawk. You were damn good—one of the best hunters he knew. But that didn't make him worry any less. The werewolf pack all of you were up against wasn't just dangerous—it was reckless, and there were too many variables that could go wrong. Dean knew that better than anyone.

You had always been independent, always insisted on doing things your way, and normally, Dean respected that. Hell, he admired it. Yet he couldn't shake the knot of worry tightening in his chest.

It felt like old times, like you were slipping back into the partnership you used to have, it was like no time had passed at all. You still got under his skin, still made his heart race in ways he didn't want to admit. And as much as he tried to focus on the hunt, on the job, he couldn't ignore the pull he still felt toward you.

There was unfinished business between you two—there always had been. And deep down, Dean knew that no matter how hard he tried to move on, some part of him would always be tied to you. You weren’t just part of his past. You were part of who he was, whether he liked it or not and he had to keep you safe.

Dean glanced over at you, his jaw tight. "Get behind me." You shot him a look, the fire in your eyes flickering to life. "I don't need you to babysit me, Dean. I've got this." He gritted his teeth, trying to keep his voice steady, but the frustration was bubbling up inside him. "I'm not babysitting you. I just don't want you to get yourself killed." You stopped in your tracks and turned to face him. "You don't think I can handle it?"

"That's not what I'm saying," Dean growled, stepping closer. "I know you can handle it, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna stand here and watch you get torn apart." Your eyes flared with anger. "I don't need your protection."

“y/n I just want yo-“ he started, wanting to explain himself, yet you couldn’t help the frustration growing inside you. You always hated when he got too protective. For some it may seem caring and sweet, which it definitely was, but it made you feel weak, like Dean didn’t trust you. So before he could finish his sentence, you turned on him, shoving him hard against the nearest tree. He stumbled back, surprised, but he didn't resist.

Your arm was pressed against his chest, face just inches apart. "I've been doing this a long time," you hissed, voice low and dangerous. "I don't need you swooping in like some knight in shining armor. I'm not the damsel here, Dean." His lips curved into a smirk, the familiar cocky grin he knew would rile you up even more. "Never said you were, sweetheart. But if you wanted to get rough, all you had to do was ask."

Your eyes narrowed, he was so annoyingly attractive like this. Dean could feel the heat between the two of you rising, the space between you growing smaller, charged with a tension that had been brewing for years. You were still pressed against him, body close enough that he could feel the warmth of you against his chest.

"Don't start with me, Dean," you warned, but your voice had softened, just a fraction. Dean leaned in slightly, his grin still in place. "Who's starting? I'm just trying to be helpful."

You faltered for a split second, and Dean saw it—the brief flash of confusion in your eyes, the way your breath caught in your throat. You felt your pulse quicken, not from the argument, but from the way he was looking at you. That look—the one that always tore down your walls, no matter how hard you fought to keep them up. You hated that about him. Hated how, despite everything that had happened between you, despite how far you had come on your own, he still had this hold over you.

Your grip on his shirt loosened just enough that he could feel the tension in you melting away, little by little. For a moment, you stood there, locked in place, the world around you already forgotten. Dean's eyes flicked down to your lips, and for a split second, he wondered if maybe—just maybe—they could pick up where you two left off, despite everything that had happened.

His eyes pierced yours as you tried to remind yourself of the reasons the two of you didn't work, the reasons you had left. Dean was trouble. He was chaos. But when his eyes had flicked to your lips, every rational thought disappeared. It was like all those years apart hadn't changed anything. You still wanted him, still felt that magnetic pull whenever you two were close like this.

Your breath hitched, and you leaned in, your lips barely an inch from his. The heat between you was undeniable now, thick and electric, pulling both of you closer. Dean could feel his heart pounding in his chest, everything else fading into the background. It was just you and him, like it always had been. But just as you were about to cross that line, a voice cut through the tension like a blade. "Uh, Dean?"

You two immediately jerked apart, snapping back to reality as Sam emerged from the shadows, his face a mix of shock and confusion. His eyes darted between you two, lingering on your form, and the look on his face said it all—he hadn't expected to see you, not after all these years.

"y/n?" Sam's voice was thick with surprise, his brows raised. "What are you doing here?" You quickly pulled yourself together, straightening your stance as you brushed off the tension that had almost swallowed you whole. "Just... hunting," you said coolly, but your voice wavered just enough that you could tell Dean noticed.

Dean cleared his throat, trying to shake off the heat still coursing through him. He shot a quick glance at you, walls back up in an instant. You kept your face neutral, but inside, you were cursing yourself for almost letting it happen. You had almost kissed him. After everything, after all the time you spent trying to move on, you had almost let yourself fall back into Dean’s orbit.

Sam's eyes flicked to his brother, and Dean could see the question there, unspoken but loud. He didn't have an answer for him—not right now. All he knew was that something between you and him had shifted, and no matter how hard you both tried to deny it, you couldn't go back to pretending like nothing had happened.

Not after this.

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tags: @gibson-g1rl @beausling @figthoughts @chevroletdean @titsout4jackles @deansbite @sugardean @deansbeer @supernatural-wolfie @hischrrypie @angelicjackles @littlelamy @nuemanfilms @starzify

[mellohiizz]

wanted to talk about odyssey duo and my um. view on their dynamic and relationship.

probably going to be a pretty long yap, but i really wanted to talk about them since there's been some talk about them after the last uu video. it caused me to think deeper into their relationship and i wanted to write it down.

(putting it here just in case: not targeted at anyone. just yapping about the codependent silly guys that i hate.)

the thing about odyssey duo, to me, is that yes, they are in some ways unhealthy. they're codependent and messy. but that doesn't mean that they're "toxic" or their friendship is not working.

they're both flawed characters with destructive traits. parrot is dry and unable to express his emotions properly, which leads to misunderstandings over his intentions. wifies is not a saint either, he's stubborn and can get very pushy when it comes to his own decisions. (insisting on dean leaving without explaining anything and trying to do it without parrot knowing, burning the compass to forcefully keep parrot from going to farlands)

but the main thing about them to me is that if you really look into it, they're both trying to make it work. they do care about each other and have both shown it more than once in different ways.

they both did and said things that aren't great. but it doesn't make one or the other good or bad. yes, parrot came out quite cold and uncaring a couple of times, but it doesn't automatically makes him a bad person, or means that he's mistreating, or even 'abusing' wifies in any sense.

if we're pushing it to that point, you could say wifies also used parrot in a sense of wanting to feel human and wanting someone who would 'want him back' without knowing his real self. (im being dramatic with this, obviously)

parrot comes off as uncaring because of how dry and unable to show his actual emotions he seems to be. which is a valid character trait considering how often he just couldn't because of the circumstances. parrot is someone who's very goal oriented. when he needs to focus on something, he locks in. it's the only thing he thinks about and everything else goes to the back of his mind.

which also brings me to the point of the way parrot deals with grief. one thing is how often parrot just couldn't express his grief over losing someone. he grieved luigi, yes, because it was one time he actually was allowed to take a little bit of time to actually process the fact that someone died in front of him. and even then, instead of fully allowing himself to grieve, he had to focus on other things.

same goes for dean. dean's death was pretty much shock value for both parrot and viewers, and parrot tried to grieve him too. but during it, he was interrupted by literally the number one threat at the time.

so of course when another loss comes into picture, parrot doesn't allow himself to grieve him. he acknowledges his loss ("your leader just killed my best friend"), but there was no time for him to actually let himself properly grieve wifies or even allow himself to react. they were in the middle of dealing with the mafia, and he needed to focus on that instead.

we only see the impact wifies' death had on him by the end of the episode. where he does listens. he lights the beacon despite expressing his indifference to them the whole episode. that, once again, shows that he does care.

he was hesitant on letting wifies go through with joining the mafia in the first place. he agreed because he trusted wifies to be safe and know what he's doing. it was already shown to us that wifies is parrot's weak point. he tried so many times to keep wifies away from the danger simply because he didn't want to lose him. back in the video where clown was hunting parrot, there was a very clear parallel between branzy being clown's weak point and wifies being parrot's. the difference in that was parrot knew clown wouldn't have hesitated to kill wifies.

they both changed the ways the go about things for the other. they care, but unfortunately, they were doomed by the narrative. the universe screwed them over by putting them into circumstances where they just wouldn't have worked it out.

in conclusion, because this is already very long, yes, odyssey duo are messy. they're not the healthiest duo, and they do have issues. but they tried to overstep those and work, and that's what i like about them.

[agirlwithdemonblood]

Stitches of Trust

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Summary: After an incident in the woods, Dean is the only one who can save me.

Warnings: Attacked reader, knife, blood and lots of it, stitches, swearing, comfort ❤️

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The path beside the bunker was my favorite place to be, the way the sun dipped below the horizon casting long shadows through the trees always calmed me down. It's been a tough week, and this walk was my brief escape from everything I had to deal with.

My feet stopped abruptly when I heard a loud rustle in the bushes. Before I could react, a man stepped out in front of me, eyes cold and menacing. I tried to grab my gun, but it was too late. He rushed forward and pulled me to his chest, knife pressing roughly against my throat.

"Give me everything you got." he hissed.

Panic surged through my veins. My mind raced, but my body was frozen still. When I hesitated, the knife moved down and slashed my side. Pain flared, hot and intense. I gasped and tried to fend him off, to get a head start and run home but his grip on my arm was too strong.

He ripped my bag from my back and shoved me on the ground, another slash landing across my arm. The world blurred as he disappered into the shadows, leaving me there to bleed out.

My hand clutched my side, blood seeping through my fingers, my phone slipping from my pocket. With trembling hands, I tried to call Dean but I couldn't muster up the strength and the phone fell beside me. I reached forward, managing to type out a quick message before the world started to go dark, my eyes shutting heavily. "Help..."

Back at the bunker, Dean heard the faint ping of his phone. He glanced at the screen, his blood turning cold instantly at my message, "Help..."

He stood from his spot as his chest tightened, different scenerios playing through his mind, but he knew he needed to focus, he needed to find me. He grabbed his keys and bolted out the door, muttering to himself, "I'm coming sweetheart, hang on."

He drove frantically, scanning the pathway as he called my name but heard no response. Finally after what felt like forever, his headlights caught a figure lying on the path, bright blood all around it causing his heart to nearly stop.

Slamming on the breaks, he quickly kicked the door open and rushed towards me, dropping on his knees beside my lifeless body. "Y/N! He shouted, panic filling his chest at the sight of my blood covered body. "I'm here, it's okay, i've got you."

My eyes fluttered at the sound of his voice, slight relief washing over me but the pain was still overwhelming. "D-Dean... I.."

"Shh, don't talk sweetheart." he spoke urgently, "Your safe now, I gotcha."

His eyes widened at the sight of the wound on my side, blood seeping out into the dirt below me. Without hesitiation, he tore his jacket off and pressed it to my side to stop the bleeding, earning a hiss of pain to fall from my lips. "I'm sorry, just keep breathing, okay? Stay with me."

My breath came in quick, shallow gasps as the attack replayed in my mind, the fear and pain twisting my thoughts like torture. "I-I couldn't stop him, I wasn't quick enough" I whispered, my voice trembling.

Dean's eyes softened with a mix of concern "Hey, look at me" He spoke firm, but with a hint of comfort behind it. "You did everything you could. None of this is your fault."

He took my hand tightly, his touch warm and steady, "We're going to get you through this, just keep your eyes on me alright? Focus on my voice."

Very gently, he lifted me into his arms and carried me to the Impala, every step was incruciating, but I trusted him with my life. He drove faster than I've ever seen him drive, face twisted with concern, hand pressing on my wound as much as he could.

When we arrived, he rushed towards the couch and laid me down, apologizing underneath his breath when I groaned in pain. The first aid kit was placed beside me, Dean's shaky hands pulling out the gauze and antiseptic.

I watched with half closed lids as he cleaned and stitched my wounds with practiced skill, he's done it many times for me before but this time his touch was so gentle, his focus unwavering despite the worry etched on his face.

"It's going to be okay." He murmered, more to himself than to me. "You're okay now, your safe."

I couldn't stop the tears that rushed down, a mix of pain and gratitude overwhelming me. He glanced up, eyes wide with panic as he quickly stopped what he was doing. "Shit, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

I shook my head rapidly and grabbed his hand, pulling it to chest for comfort. "Thank you. For saving me, for being here."

He smiled softly, hand tightening on mine, "Don't thank me. I'll always be here for you, you know that right?"

I nodded and relaxed my head on the pillow, wiping the tears that stained my cheeks. As he finished stitching my wound, he cleaned up and bandaged me carefully, pressing a gentle kiss against my head as he stood up to pull a chair beside the couch where I lay.

He stayed by my side, hand gripping mine tightly while I stared at the ceiling, eyes filling with tears.

"I thought I was going to die out there." I looked towards him, my voice barely above a whisper.

Dean's expression softened, his hand moving to my forhead to brush the hair from my face. "I won't ever let that happen." He stated, voice thick with emotion. "I'll always come for you, Y/N, always."

I nodded, tears flowing down my cheeks as I bit my lip. "I was so scared."

He leaned forward, thumb brushing away the tears from my cheeks, "I know. But you're safe now. You're here with me."

"Dean.. can you lay with me?" I whispered.

He smiled warmly and nodded, climbing beside me on the couch before opening his arms and hugging me tightly to his chest. His heart was steady and relaxing, a reminder that I was alive and safe.

As I drifted off to sleep, Dean remained by my side, watching over me with fierce determination. In the quiet of the bunker among the shadows and stitches, our friendship turned to love, forced by trust, care and the unspoken promise that we would always find safety and comfort in each other's arms.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!

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[according2thelore]

I absolutely adore the ES/LS verse! The characterizations are so spot on! Do the ES guys ever find one of the early Supernatural books (a hunt that they already finished) that somehow got left in the library (maybe by Charlie?) and read it before saying anything to the LS guys about it?

ooh, i love this idea!!!!

i would LOVE for ES!Dean to be snooping around in either LS!Dean or LS!Sam's room and finding the book buried in the nightstand, clearly forgotten, but also clearly dog-eared and spine cracked. he almost puts it back down, absolutely gobsmacked at the naked, oiled up men on the front looking broodily into the distance.

but then, a thrill runs through him--equal delight and intrigue and shock--because is this porn?? drugstore mommy porn that you can find in the little brackets next to the till, with the sale "stickers" printed onto the cover?? why the HELL does LS!Sam have a beat-up, clearly well-loved copy of middle aged lady porn at the bottom of his nightstand?!?!

he is practically giggling as he opens to the natural fold in the spine, and notices the pages peeling away from the glue at the bottom, like this book has been held open on this page for hours.

he's expecting to see lines and lines about fabio's rippling pectorals or the governess's wet petticoat, so he has to do a double take at the first lines on the page.

Dean watched Sam as his brow furrowed in concentration. Ever since he got out, he found that his eyes got stuck on Sam more than usual, and he couldn't look away. He didn't want to, not really.

Dean missed this: the simplicity of everyday life, and the profound mundanity of Sam sucking ass at pinball. Sam's mouth twisted down in a scowl as the tiny, tin prospector behind the glass casing jumped with a mechanical ping.

Struck Out! The digital display read.

Not. A. Word. Sam snapped, fumbling in his pocket for a quarter, and Dean busied his mouth with his beer bottle to hide his grin.

It was comforting, in a way sleep and drink and sex no longer were, that Sam still looked like his six-year-old self when he was pissed. Dean would've ripped a werewolf limb-from-limb for that kid--hell, he did, once. After the Pit, Dean was just grateful that Sam still let him within arms-distance. Could he smell the blood? Could he tell that Dean tried to trick himself into thinking he was spilling it in Sam's name?

Dean--

dean lets a few pages flip, heart racing, and the pages stop abruptly, stuck open on another clearly well-loved passage.

Anna's tits were small, but it didn't stop Dean from doing every red-blooded man's duty. He bent his head and sucked a rosy nipple into his mouth, the heat of her body making his cock throb. Anna reacted with a gasp, hands sliding into Dean's hair and keeping him there. Her leg slipped off his waist, and knocked against the well-worn leather of the Impala's front seat.

dean collapses. what the fuck???? this is porn. badly written, loaded with a weird undercurrent, middle aged lady porn about HIM. and older sam has it BOOKMARKED buried in his NIGHTSTAND. and not even that, some kind of weird emotional trauma was the most visited page, with paragraphs about how sam looked as a toddler. dean's eyes go over those lines a few more times, disturbed at how this could've been pulled from his own brain.

his first instinct is to show ES!Sam right away, and get his feedback, and it isn't until he's standing in front of ES!Sam with the book in his hands, about to hand it over, that he realizes there are pages of "dean"--or maybe actual dean--waxing poetic about some chick's "wet curtains," followed by a few pages of dean watching sam sleep and thinking about how "he can never tell him everything."

not to mention, a few paragraphs worrying about some girl named ruby and a few chapters of sam staring at dean askance, before plotting about how to make some guy named alistair's head explode.

"'heaven and hell'?" ES!Sam asks, fingers brushing the cover skeptically. "what kind of name is that?"

and ES!Dean snatches the book back. "um. actually, nevermind." but ES!Sam finally wrests it from him, and dean winces when the book opens--not at the awkwardly emotional pinball scene--but right on the scene where dean "thrusts his passion into the wet cavern of anna's heat."

ES!Sam's eyebrows climb higher and higher, eventually looking up at dean completely and utterly flabbergasted.

"read the back," ES!Dean says, defeated, and sam mouths the words that dean has practically already memorized. We rejoin intrepid monster-hunting brothers Sam and Dean Winchester in a thrilling new adventure. The Winchesters must find out why the angels Castiel and Uriel seem to want the prophet Anna Milton...

they sit down and dean watches sam's face as he reads it, occasionally lifting his head to ask about certain characters or lines, or to repeat the most egregious ones ("did they seriously call your dick your 'flesh rod'?")

when it's over, dean reveals that he found it in LS!Sam's nightstand, buried under random detritus, clearly forgotten. ES!Sam immediately snaps the book shut.

"but that doesn't explain why only my sex scene was bookmarked," dean wonders, while sam Will Not Look Him In The Eye. "or why there were practically highlighted fucking passages about how precious you look standing next to a pinball machine."

ES!Sam presses his mouth together because those are exactly what parts he'd highlight. he'd want to be reminded that dean loves him, straight from his own brain. this fictional version of dean's view of him was surprisingly touching throughout the whole thing, but sam is going to be dead before he says any of this.

he shrugs.

they slap it on the library table later that night, right in the middle of the LS!Winchesters talking in hushed tones about something. they both stop in their tracks, their eyes slowly turning to look at the book cover like they're in a horror movie.

"you swore you BURNED THEM." LS!Dean explodes, jumping to his feet, and LS!Sam immediately jumps on the book like he's jumping on a grenade.

"i did!" he stammers. "you know i hate these fucking things! i must've-uh--missed this one. i completely forgot about it! i have no idea where he found this."

LS!Dean tries to tackle him, fighting to wrest the book from his hands, but LS!Sam is fighting him like a bobcat, trying to shield the book with his body.

"what's the 'pit'?" ES!Dean asks.

the two of them freeze. LS!Dean's head slowly turns.

this was so fUNNN!! thank you so much! <3

-lizzy

[ES/LS verse explanation/masterlist]

[kwinsispn3]

Inches

Pairings: Dean & Sam x sister!reader

Word Count: 623

anon request: Hi!! I absolutely love your writing, and I was wondering if you’d write a fiction about Sam and Dean’s sister cutting her hair? Just a one shot story would be so cool:) (I just donated about a foot of my hair and was wondering how Sam and Dean would have reacted to their sister doing that) Thanks!

(not my gif!)

Y/N had always loved her long luscious locks, no particular reason, she just always had preferred having longer hair. This is most likely because John always had her hair kept short growing up, because he did not want to deal with the maintenance that long hair came with. Once her father was no longer around, she just let it keep on growing.

Yes, it was a pain in the ass to wash, brush, and pretty much everything else. Keeping it out of the food she was eating, getting it caught in car doors, finding hair EVERYWHERE.

Despite that, she didn't mind keeping it long. It was always fun to see others reactions when they would see her hair sit at the base of her hips. Although it baffled her brothers all the time.

"Doesn't it bother you at that length?" Dean would question.

"You just wouldn't understand...Well, maybe Sammy would." Y/N would laugh.

"I think you'd be much more of a help on hunts if you didn't have that wizards hair holding you back."

"It does NOT hold me back! It's just hair."

Y/N had heard pretty much every comment there could be made about her long hair.

Lately, she had been contemplating cutting it, something she never thought she'd think about a few years ago. After turning 20, she felt that she wanted to make a change. So much of her identity was built around her hair, and she wanted that to change. With that, she booked a haircut. Y/N didn't tell her brothers, she didn't want to or need too. She knew right away they'd have their comments and make it a big deal, so she decided to make it a surprise, after it was all finished.

The ladies at the salon raved over her hair, and were excited to help Y/N with her desired new look. In the end, she had a little over a foot of hair cut off. Looking in the mirror, it felt so freeing, so much weight lifted off of her shoulders... And she loved it. It was not too short, it sat just below her shoulders with some new layers to add some style. She couldn't stop looking in the rear view mirror of her car on the way back to the bunker.

As she approached the door, she didn't know if Sam and Dean would be in the library or off somewhere else inside. Y/N took a breath and smiled to herself as she walked inside.

"I'm back!" She announced, coming down the stairs.

"Cool, uh... Where were you?" Dean asked, standing up from his seat at the library table. Sam glanced up as well. Y/N didn't say anything, instead she walked into eye view, shyly looking at them both.

"Wha- Y/N, when did you?"

"You cut your hair?" Sam got out, appalled.

"We don't know for sure, Sam. That could be a wig." Dean joked.

"No, yeah. I had an appointment today... been thinking about cutting it for a while."

"Wow." Both almost said in unison.

"Sooo, um. What do you think?"

"I think it's great!" Dean exclaimed.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I think it makes you look more grown up. It looks nice on you Y/N/N." Sam smiled, walking over to get a closer look. "Now you don't have to worry about it getting in the way all the time."

"Yeah, nothing or no one can grab onto it while you're running away........ it won't get dragged into your food... I won't be finding it in my food." Dean went on.

"Thanks. I really love it, glad I went through with it." Y/N giggled.

"As long as you're happy, we're happy." Sam grinned.

[v3nusxsky]

Hello miss, hope your having a nice day

Can you write a lady lesso x female reader (both already dating) that reader find out that a few students are writing a fanfic of her and lesso, of course the students get in trouble but there was one she was interested about. So she's reading it(p.s. it's like a smut, fluff her and lesso fanfic) turns out lesso was behide her seeing ever single word. You can figure out what happens next

Reenact it 18+

*Authors note~ hehehe this is made my brain smile soooo much honestly I love this idea*

Trigger warnings~ dom l sub r enchanted strap oral daddy kink degrading praise

Prompt~ see ask^^^

There wasn't much that went around the schools of good and evil that the two deans didn't know of. So when you caught wind of a story being written of two staff members you immediately went to Leo to see if she knew of it. She did not. But you and your girlfriend were incredibly curious humans so it was only natural you both began to look out for clues on what was going on. Just so happened you managed to over hear something being said about you and your girlfriend in the bedroom. Instead of reacting you waited to drag out more inform

"Leo! Leo? love?" You murmured as you entered your shared chambers. "Dove?" She muttered not really looking up from her work. "The story! It's about us" you blabbered on about all the information you'd heard, "and then I managed to find this!" You handed the written paper copy of said story.

Leonora took in every word that was written, it was really well written, the characters were very much accurate but the fact some students were writing of her and your sex life was a little intimating. However when she got to the bit about the enchanted strap on her mind began to wonder. You stood in front of her observing the reaction, after all you'd already read it and became rather needy for her. Leonora began to formulate images but soon enough images weren't enough she needed the real deal and she was going to have it.

Just like that, the fanfic was tossed aside as she stalked towards you. "Oh my needy little dove, did that story have an affect on you by any chance?" She purred continuously walking forward causing you to step back until your back hit the wall. "Fuck" you muttered looking into her almost jet black eyes, "mhm please" you murmured look from her lips to her eyes and back down to her lips.

You love when Leonora kisses are driven by her need for you, the way she take control and knows just the perfect amount of roughness to use as your tongues fight one an other. Ultimately, you lose but you don't mind, just kissing Leonora is a win in itself. You couldn't help but whimper into her mouth when she pressed her toned thigh against your soaked, clothed cunt. "Leo" you gasped int between kisses, "take me to bed... please" you murmured against her lips as she lifted you up to carry you to the bedroom without your lips leaving hers.

You were thrown to the middle of the bed with a squeal, "Leo!" You giggled feeling her magic working against your body, you soon lay bare. "Leonora!" You gasped causing your girlfriend to adopt her stern authoritarian voice normally used with the Never's, "no dove not Leo, you read the book what do you call me?" She purred crawling over your body. "Daddy" you whimpered not realising how much that word would effect you. "Good girl dove, so good for daddy aren't you?"

Your girlfriend was always an attentive lover, always making sure to shower you with compliments and kisses to all the skin within her reach, but she also knew how to bring out the rougher sides too. Tonight was clearly the latter, she sunk her teeth into the creamy white skin of your inner thighs before soothing it with her tongue. "Daddy please" you whimpered, "please more?" Happily obliging with your pleas she brought her lips to your pretty cunt. You both moaned as you felt her tongue rub teasingly down your slit, "oh fuck Leo" you whined only to be met with a pinch to your right pert bud of your breasts, "fuck daddy god" you mewled. "Not god baby just daddy taking good care of her best whore" she murmured before going absolutely feral on your cunt. Tongue lapping eagerly at your slick until you came all over her with whined and whimpers that honestly were loud enough to wake the neighbours, if you had any.

"Daddy please more please I'm good I please" you mewled in your post climax state, you watched your girlfriend adorn her strap. "Now dove, daddy's done something new here, and I want you to be a good slut and get on your knees for me" she barked her command as you scrambled to comply. "Tongue" she quipped and you obeyed as she rested the strap on it. The taste of a realistic cock hit your tastebuds and you moaned in sync with Leonora before wrapping your lips around her. "Oh fuck dove, your mouth feels soo god, can feel it wrapped around me" she muttered as she began thrusting the length down your throat. "Take it baby take daddy's cock in that pretty mouth of yours!"

The vibrations of you spluttering and sucking her dick had her hurling over that edge and realising her hot cum into your mouth, "don't waste it dove, god yes fuck we are doing this again" she moaned as she worked her way back down. By the time she pulled her semi soft cock from your swollen lips your jaw was aching and your eyes demonstrating just how fucked but needy you remained. "Daddy" you whined with the best puppy dog eyes you could muster. "Oh dove we aren't done you know what happens next" she murmured stroking the member, coaxing it to become hard once more.

You decided to aid your lover and create a bit of a show, you made sure to get into position extra slowly. After all you were hers so presenting your body to her was rather thrilling, her new friend became rather strained due to your little show. "Fuck dove I'm so hard it hurts" she mumbled coming to settle behind you. A quick harsh smack was delivered to your perfect behind. "Oh fuck it jiggles" she muttered almost giddy about it like a child is over a toy. "Daddy" you whined, wriggling your ass teasingly.

With an animalistic growl Leonora gripped your hips hard enough to bruise before slipping her strap into your slick heat. "Oh fuck daddy yes god more" you whined as your walls stretched around her member. "Dove fuck you feel so good. So warm and tight god such a whore for daddy aren't you. A pretty little slut for me to use" she muttered to you trying to give you time to adjust to her length but finding it incredibly hard to focus on anything other than how amazing it felt to be inside your cunt. You rocked your hips backwards with your pleas, "daddy more move god please use me daddy I'm yours. Wanna be your cum dump. Make me take it daddy! Oh god fuck a baby in me please" you whimpered and whined not really thinking over what was spilling from your lips.

Leonora's thrusts we're perfectly timed and the way she felt inside you was truly amazing. You couldn't get enough of her, walls fluttering around her. "Good slut, let daddy fill that pretty pussy up with my load. Take it all for me my precious cum slut, Dove fuck I need to cum" she panted to you while thrusting in that little more forcefully. "Please cum daddy I will take it, I want it! Please! Wanna be pregnant with your baby please please pleaseeee" you mewled happily as your walls clenched around her cock, draining every last drop of her seed into your cunt. "Oh fuck daddy yes god more more gonna cum daddy" you whined before cumming all over her cock.

She began to slow her thrusts to work you both down form the highs you had. Only then when you were both fully satisfied did Leo slip from your core and quickly inserted a little vibe to stop her precious seed from seeping out your folds. "Now you're gonna have daddy's seed nice and deep inside you my good whore" she murmured to you. A dopey smoky adorned your lips as you remained well and truly fucked dumb. You almost missed your lover come to hold you and kiss your head while showering you with praises. Recreating and reacting the story was one of her best ideas, and that magical strap would be coming out more and more in the future.

Word count~ 1505

[notanettelmao]

Code Breaker pt.1

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(A Teen Wolf Rewrite)

Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Supernatural Warnings: usual TW and SPN stuff Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x reader Word count: 1,7k

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Stiles was securing pictures of the victims with missing hearts that he secretly photocopied from his father's folders to his board with magnets when Y/N ran into his room. 

"How did you get here so quickly? Peter lives on the other side of town-" Stiles eyed her curiously, but then he noticed Y/N breathing heavily and trying to catch her breath. The corners of his mouth twitched as he tried not to laugh.

"I ran," Y/N said in between breaths. Stiles shook his head and then turned back to his board to mark the places where the victims were found on a map. Y/N took a few steps closer to the board to get a better look. 

"He's making a circle around Beacon Hills, but slowly so it's not noticeable. These cases are all almost six months apart from each other. I don't know how my dad didn't realize they are somehow connected." Stiles said, showing her the dates on the files. 

"So he is smart. Which means he has to be sane. Which kinda makes me worried he is not rogue, just power hungry." Y/N sighed and pulled out her phone from her pocket, holding it in her hand and staring at it.

"Are you going to call your brothers to help us?" Stiles asked. Y/N bit her lip, thinking, and then nodded.

"I might have to. I don't know how they will react if they find out about me being friends with three werewolves. Especially Dean." She sighed and sat down on Stiles' bed.

"Castiel healed Peter, right? So if he comes with your brothers, he could tell them all three are friendly? Even though one looks like he could murder you with his eyebrows." Stiles smirked as he sat down next to her. Y/N rolled her eyes. 

"He looks like he could murder you even without those eyebrows. Have you seen him shifted? His eyebrows go missing. It's actually hilarious, but don't mention it around him. He doesn't like it." Stiles had to put a hand over his mouth to keep himself from laughing, while Y/N texted her brothers instead of calling them, even sending them a meet-up place because she just didn't trust Kate.

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The black Chevy Impala took longer than expected to arrive in Beacon Hills. Two weeks, to be exact. Two weeks full of the friend group getting chased and attacked by the alpha.

 Y/N was impatiently waiting at the motel Dean told her about when they drove her here a few weeks ago. When she finally spotted the car, she stood up from the stairs she was sitting on and waved at her brothers. Both of them were smiling at her, as they exited the vehicle. She knew the smiles would quickly disappear when she would tell them why exactly she called them here.

"Y/N/N! You look like you are finally getting enough sleep!" Was the first thing that left Dean's mouth. Y/N rolled her eyes. 

"You look like you still drink way too much in your free time," she said back with a grin, spreading her arms to hug him. Dean squeezed her so hard she couldn't breathe, then took a step back and let Sam hug her. At the same time, Roscoe came into view. Stiles was sitting behind the wheel, Scott in the passenger seat, and the two grumpy-looking Hales were squeezed in the back seat. Y/N had to stop herself from laughing.

"So, will you finally tell us what is so urgent that we had to drive all the way here?" Dean asked as he pulled his duffle back from the trunk. Sam, who was watching the new arrivals, turned to look at his sister. 

"Yeah. These guys will help me with that." She waved her hand toward the blue Jeep. Dean finally turned to look at them. Scott was giving everyone his kicked-puppy look, Stiles was awkwardly rubbing his neck, Derek just frowned at everyone and Peter smirked when the brothers looked at him.

"Who are they exactly?" Sam asked. Y/N sighed. She then pulled the keys to the brother's booked room from her pocket, turned around, and walked towards the door while speaking.

"I will explain everything when we are inside, we don't need people knowing you are in town, even tho Baby will give you away anyway." All of them followed her inside the room. Sam and Dean each picked a bed and placed their duffle on it to claim it, then they both sat on their own bed. Scott and Peter sat down at the two chairs next to the small table that was in the room, Derek decided to stay near the door, Y/N guessed it was for a quick escape in case Dean decided to shoot them full of silver, and Stiles made his way towards Y/N. He had his arms full of the researched materials she told him to bring. 

Y/N cleared her throat and then looked at everyone in the room.

"So, Dean, Sam, these are Scott, Stiles, Derek, and Peter." She motioned to each of them with her hand.

"Everyone, this is Sammy," Y/N pointed to her long-haired brother, who was eyeing the Hales suspiciously. She realized he must have heard about them in the past, along with the pictures from when the fire happened.

"And that one there-" she looked at Dean, "- that will put the gun away!" She frowned at Dean when she realized he was holding his gun, ready to shoot.

"Is Dean." When he didn't put the gun down she sighed and walked up to him, taking it from his hands. She then proceeded to pull another two from his duffle, just to be safe. Stiles eyed the guns and swallowed nervously, realizing he was the only one without superhuman strength or hunter training in the room. 

"Y/N, why are we in a room with two werewolves?" Sam asked, not looking away from Peter. Dean was staring right at Derek, who was staring back at him with an even more intense stare.

"I always wanted a dog-" she started, making Stiles snort. Derek shot her an offended look. Y/N just grinned at him and then turned to her brothers.

"I know you guys don't like working with supernatural beings, but you made the exception with Cas, so now trust me with these three."

"Three?" Dean asked, immediately turning to stare at Stiles.

"Oh, not me. I'm just 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones," he motioned towards Scott. Dean gave his sister a look.

"Really? The one with the puppy eyes is the were?" He sounded so done with everything that Y/N wanted to laugh. 

"Okay, I called you here because we have a werewolf problem. And also rogue hunters problem. You pick which one is worse." Y/N said. She pulled a few folders from Stiles' arms and spread them on the bed behind Sam. Dean stood up from his bed and walked over to take a look. 

"There have been many attacks in the past month, starting with two days before we arrived here and I stayed. It started with Laura Hale, the one that became alpha after the fire. Derek felt the bond snap and arrived from New York the day after it happened. Overnight some hikers found half of Laura's body in the woods and reported it to the police, that's how Stiles got to know about it and he decided it would be a smart idea to go look for the still missing half, along with his asthmatic best friend. As you already know Scott got turned. The alpha bit him and no one since then, so he doesn't want to build a pack." Y/N started explaining, while the brothers looked through the opened folders. The Hales patiently waited for Y/N to explain everything. Stiles took a few steps forward so he was next to Y/N again. She nodded at him.

"He is trying to make it look like Peter did it, but we have evidence that it wasn't him. There were attacks around Beacon Hills where the dead people were missing a heart. Peter was still comatose at the time of those attacks, and even if he wasn't, he is a born wolf." Stiles continued where Y/N left off.

"Yeah, born weres don't feed on hearts, they don't need them to survive." Dean shot both of the Hales a look, before looking back at his sister. 

"What else happened?" He asked.

"Well, there was an attack at the video store in town, two of our classmates were present, but they don't know what it was. He has the powers of both, bitten omega and born alpha. He can fully shift into a wolf. But because he isn't a born wolf, the form is deformed. He looks like something from a really bad horror movie." Y/N cringed at the memory of the alpha running after them in the school a few days ago. 

"So you saw it?" Sam asked. The three teenagers exchanged looks. 

"We, uhm, we kinda.. were chased by it?" Scott said, but it sounded more like a question. Sam and Dean both looked at their sister with a look that could kill her, both taking a breath to say something, but she was quicker.

"Nu-uh, you don't get to say stuff. You guys get chased every single time you hunt something. This was one time only okay." She put her hands on her hips, frowning at her brothers. 

"Is there anything else that happened? Or is that all?" Sam asked after a minute.

"Oh, he actually bit the girl that was at the video store, but she didn't turn. She's currently being treated at the hospital because she is not waking up either." Scott informed the brothers. 

"I tested her. She's safe. Also from what Stiles, Peter, and I found yesterday, we have a name for the alpha guy. It's Ludensky." Y/N swallowed.

"Wait. Ludensky? As in the guy I shot last year, that thanked me for freeing him of the werewolf curse?" Dean asked, which made everyone look at him. Well, except for Y/N and Sam.

"Yup. That's the one." 

"Son of a bitch," Dean let out. 

"We need a plan to get rid of him. Anyone has any ideas?" Sam asked. The room was silent until Peter cleared his throat. 

"I might have, but I'm not sure if any of you will like it."

[hebrokein30]

for @wincestwednesdays week 2 -- blood

They are a real weird bunch, is what they are. It's what all've been saying. Listen, I'm not into that whole...gossip, ya know. But hell...

I mean, Sam - he's alright, I guess. The Boss, the younger ones call him. Look up to him. He gets the job done alright. Gives those of us hope who've lost it or whatever. Spoke to him a couple of times too, seemed nice enough. Regular guy. Hands out a lot of books every time. Calm and collected. Twitchy. Though I've seen the look before. You get used to it.

The guy with the trenchcoat is...well. I've seen my fair share of angels. He seems like a kitten, compared to them. But I won't be fooled. I watch him when he watches us. Still like stone. Unnatural. He hides his power well though, when he talks to his humans.

Especially...listen, I don't wanna talk bad about someone who rescued us. Not my place, not my habit. Call it a hunter's wary instinct. That brother of Sam's seems a little off. Not in - I think it didn't help that he went all cozy on Michael the second we got here. Never comes out of his room too. Can't say I blame him, but it makes it a lot harder to get a read on him. Seen him in the kitchen a few times though. Sam says its 'his space'. Weird, right. What kinda hunter has his space in the kitchen. He tells us that a lot, Sam does. "Leave him be", "He is trying to...", that kinda thing. Always making excuses.

One day, I came out of my room to run into one of my guys, Dennis, laying it onto Dean in the hallway. Confused kid. He was real rough, all worked up, spitting venom like a snake. Accusing him of helping Michael, you get the drill. Weird thing is Dean didn't really step up to defend himself. Just stood there, ready to block an attack if there came one but. His face did a weird thing. Guilt, I know that well. Bitter too. It's when the guy clocked him - square in the jaw, I saw the blood flying, and fast enough for neither of us to react - that Sam stepped into the hallway. Couldn't even blink, he had Dennis pinned to the wall in no time. Do that again-, but Dean had collected himself and laid a hand on Sam's shoulder and talked him down and hell. Sam pulled Dennis away from the wall and shoved him into the library room Don't touch him again you hear me?. Message received. I remember the look in his eyes when he turned to Dean, jaw squared. Anger, but a brief one, born out of a pointless argument. They had seen worse fights. Worry, confusion. Protectiveness. Fierce protectiveness. That one sat deeper, rekindled more recently. Neither of them had noticed me yet, the way I was standing in the shadows.

What are you doing?, Sam had said, his eyes all over Dean's face, his busted lip where blood was dripping onto that robe he liked to wear. Can't block a lazy punch anymore?

Dude, not funny, Dean said and gingerly touched his lip, Kid's got me good, alright. Sam reached out a hand, pulled Dean's aside, tipped his chin up and thumbed at the cut, very gingerly. Difficult to read his face now, the way his hair made a shadow of his eyes. Loosing your touch? A little smile. Dean had gotten still the moment Sam's skin had touched his face. He hummed. Sam's brow furrowed and he stepped closer, right into Dean's space, close enough their bodies were almost touching. Damn. I knew it was time for me to get outta there. Good thing I was there to safe you then. Dean scoffed and swatted at him, but half heartedly, and then he pulled Sam even closer still and--okay. I looked around for the nearest door but the only one near enough was the one Sam had shoved poor Dennis through. No chance I was going that way.

Sam, the hunters.... I turned around to find Sam sucking on the thumb he used to wipe away the blood on Dean's face. There was a weird pressuring sensation in my throat. I wondered if I was gonna hurl. Sam's eyes were low and dark. He reached for Dean again and pulled him closer by the back of his neck. Dean's breath was coming fast, his face had gone very red. Sam laid his forehead against Dean's, who made a soft noise in his throat. Any moment now I was gonna hurl right there in this hallway. Sam tipped lower, pushing Dean's face up slightly. He...kissed Dean's chin, tongue coming out to, oh hell, lick at the drying blood there, lower, then up again, following the fine trail to the source and hovered there, mouths only barely apart. I dared not move. The last time I felt this inadequate in a place was...hell, since before the apocalypse. The times when I would use to walk into my parents doing things I didn't understand at the time. Damned I was if I didn't understand now.

My room, in ten, Sam said, low. He pulled Dean close and for a moment I thought-- But-, Dean was panting. Sam released him and leaned away a fraction. His eyes never left Dean's face, the trail of blood and spit he left there. Messy. Go.

He didn't have to say twice. I didn't care anymore if they saw me. Be surprised if they did. Turned tail and left the way I came. Don't know what took me so long to do it.

Weird bunch, like I said. Sometimes I wonder what the others saw to make them think the same. But gossip is not really my style. Make of that what you will.

[jessjad]

Rightfully deceived

Epilogue

Summary: When a marriage promise forces Y/N to step up for her younger sister, she gets something she always wanted. But when the truth comes out, her new husband Dean is not so happy about the mix-up. Will she loose it all? Or will she be surprised in the end?

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1079

Warnings: none really.

A/N: I hope you all had wonderful holidays and a good start into the new year! 😁 And here is the end of my story. All mistakes are mine! Enjoy!

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One year later...

It was late November again, a bitterly cold wind was blowing across the country and the first snow had already fallen. A sight that always made Y/N wistful. She looked out the window across the white fields and icy trees to the horizon, behind which the sun had now almost disappeared. The orange-red light made the snow sparkle. Her mom had loved winter, which made the memories of her death bittersweet.

A lot had happened in the last year and Y/N had often wished she could exchange a few words with her mom, ask her for advice or just hug her. She had been the good soul of her clan and had cared for everyone. A trait that the young woman hoped she had inherited. But there was no way to talk to her anymore and so Y/N had to do a lot of things alone for the first time.

It had often been difficult or even frightening, but Millie had always been by her side and supported her from woman to woman. But not just her. Dean hadn't left her alone anymore either. Although it wasn't always that easy for him too. But each situation had strengthened their relationship more and more.

When Y/N thought of her husband, she couldn't help but smile. She had loved him for so long and her heart almost burst with happiness because Dean had also loved her before. Even if it took him a long time to realize it. And he had tried to explain it to her over and over again. The Alex incident had been followed by many long nights of conversation. Honest, open hours full of feelings and affection. There had been days when she no longer believed that this was even possible.

The door behind her opened and Dean walked in, carrying some firewood under his arm. As soon as he saw his wife standing at the window turning to him with a loving smile, he had to smile too. What kind of year had it been? It had had its ups and downs and often wasn't easy, but they had persevered through everything together.

It had shocked his clan when Dean had shot Alex. Many people didn't understand it at first, but there were enough witnesses on the tower who could confirm the necessity. But it probably hit Cassie the most. In the days that followed, she seemed completely different. She had withdrawn and appeared thoughtful. After about four days, she had sincerely apologized to Y/N and Dean for her behavior and told them that she couldn't stay here any longer.

Y/N had reacted to this with mixed feelings. After all, Cassie hadn't tried to drive her away or kill her. And even though she was offended by her behavior, his wife had shown compassion. In the end, she could understand what it was like to be in love with someone for a long time without those feelings being reciprocated. But Cassie couldn't stay any longer and so they let her go.

"You okay there, my love?" asked Dean as he put more firewood on the fire.

"Yes, yes. It's just this time of year and the snow." Y/N answered and turned back to the window.

Dean stood up again and came over to her. He put his arms around her from behind and looked out into the wintry world with her for a while. He knew that it made her a little melancholy, but that also passed.

"I just prefer summer." she turned around in Dean's arms. "Especially when you're on the high seas."

He had to chuckle at that and hugged his wife a little tighter.

Y/N had accompanied him on many business trips and in May Dean had extended the business trip by three weeks and had taken her to France. Also so that he could show her the stars on the open sea on clear early summer nights.

"We can do that again next year." he replied, which earned him a beaming smile from his wife.

"But you know it won't be as easy as this year, right? After all, we're not alone anymore."

Dean smiled now. "Which probably makes it even nicer." He gave her a quick kiss on the lips and let go of Y/N to go to the second door in the bedroom, which was open a crack and gave a small glimpse into the room behind it.

They had had to switch bedrooms three months ago and had now moved into a larger room because they simply needed the extra space. And they were also closer to Sam and Millie, who had finally gotten married in July and were now overjoyed themselves.

"How is he doing?"

"No! Stop, Dean! You're gonna wake Connor up!" Y/N whispered loudly with a chuckle as she saw how Dean attempted to open the door a little further.

"He'll be fine." He replied, but hesitated for a second before he opened the door a little more.

Y/N came over to him and both looked to the small bed in which their son lied and slept peacefully.

Dean pulled Y/N to his side and she hugged him back. He placed a kiss on her hairline, enjoying the warmth she gave off. The last year had so many firsts for them and sometimes he couldn't believe how happy he was now. Dean looked at Y/N and knew that she was a big part of this and he would do anything to not lose her again.

"He has your eyes." The woman said lovingly.

"And he has your nose." Dean countered with a smile.

"Come on. We should let him sleep as long as he does so calmly and peacefully." Y/N said and turned away from the door again.

Dean did the same. "You're probably right." But his wife couldn't go far before he took her back into his arms. "Actually, I was thinking about something." Dean grinned.

"And what is that?" although Y/N already had an idea.

"I'm sure Connor would like to have a little sister." he wiggled his eyebrows and Y/N laughed. She pressed herself a little tighter against him and looked at him lovingly.

"I'm not sure if it will work that quickly, but we can practice anytime if you want." Now she wiggled her eyebrows and Dean laughed.

"That's sounds like a solid plan to me, sweetheart." Dean agreed and begann to kiss her with all his heart.

A/N: And now we're truly at the end here. I'm a little sad now, tbh. 🥹

It has been such a ride and I wanna thank all of you who have joined me on this. And I want to thank everyone who left me feedback or reblogged my story. I was so overwhelmed with the responses and I felt so blessed. I appreciate you all so much! 💜 And I hope we see us again in february to my new story. 😁

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August 2023 Angel Fish Awards!

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Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words. (Click here to learn more about how to nominate a fic for an award!)

Nominated by Anonymous

Tangled Fates by @outofnowhere82

Nominated by @katbratsupernaturalwhore

Factory Reset by @talltalesandbedtimestories

The build up, the sass, the care she took, the pegging, the focus on description, the deliciousness... Mmmm I wanna eat him up!

Love; For the First Time by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Adorable first time fic. Good build, sweet and fluffy and steamy!

Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

An Imagined Life by @imagineteamfreewill

This is the fluffiest fluff to ever fluff AND IT HAS IKEA!!! I mean, I couldn't ask for anything more!! *heart eyes forever*

I'm So Sorry, Sammy by @bobwess

(AO3 link) ANGST!!! So much angst, man. Y'all know I love John Winchester, but even I can acknowledge he was not a great dad. Usually, I avoid fics with the "John's A+ parenting" tags because I have very strict ideas about his incompetence as a father. This story really shows a way that I can see in canon John would be especially crappy as a dad. No pairing, just a seriously angtsy genfic showing teenage Sam being a BAMF and Dean's heart breaking. (Sort of happy ending, though! You know me. lol)

Nominated by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Why I Do It by @kazsrm67

This drabble and it's companion piece (from Dean's POV) is short and incredibly sweet. It's a lovely little slice of life for the boys and the reader. I always love when we get to see Dean happy, and he is, in this fluffy piece. Happy, loved and taken care of - us Dean girls can't ask for more. A highly enjoyable read!

Nominated by @glygriffe

Imperfections by @thewritingspot /@troize

Seeing Lucifer in another light, as an insecure middle child in a big family fired my brain cells! And of course, Gabriel being himself even as a kid. (And also: Art!!!)

Never Say Goodbye by @zepskies

It's a soulmate AU series, but it's also a reader insert that stays close to canon. Sweet and angsty and smutty... A little bit of everything all rolled into one satisfying story.

Untitled ask prompt by @sugaraddictarchangels

This ficlet is the only Jess!Lucifer representation I've ever seen and it's so refreshing to see early seasons' Lucifer under that light!

Nominated by @heavenssexiestangel

Between the Three by @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell

This fic was written for me in all senses of the word, and I love how she characterized Arthur, Mick, and Dean and the different ways they react to being parents-to-be. Of course, the smut is great, but I also love how they clearly all love each other and want to be a family.

The Great 'Nah-Duh' of Dean Winchester by @ladyknightskye

I love this fic because it gave me Gadreel/Dean without having to write it myself, and also because it's well written and I love how soft Gadreel is... And the fact Dean has his Bisexual Awakening with him? LMAO!

Nominated by @iprobablyshipit91

Never Say Goodbye (series) by @zepskies

I’m an absolute sucker for soulmate AUs and this one was amazing. The reader and Dean's relationship was built beautifully and I loved how the ending ‘fixed’ things!

Baby Spoon (series) by @deanwanddamons

This really made me feel so many emotions. Seeing Dean so happy and having the relationship he deserves made me so happy despite everything.

The Prettiest One by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

This was literally so adorable and made me laugh so much. It’s such a good one to go back to and read over again.

Carry On (series) by @jawritter

This was just the perfect fix-it fic we all needed after *that* ending. It wasn’t rushed and it by no means sugar-coated what happened. There are some real struggles and a lot for both the reader and Dean to overcome but it’s damn worth it!

Pack (series) by @spnexploration

This is a story I’ve definitely gone back and reread a few times and it’s so close to the end, I can’t wait to see the final chapters. Overprotective Dean is always perfect but I really enjoy the pack dynamics in this and Maddie is a brilliant addition!

Heart of a Hunter Saga (series) by @muchamusedaboutnothing

Where to even start with this, every single stand-alone story in this saga is excellent in its own right and combined together this whole story is amazing. I love Dean and the reader's relationship and how they’ve managed to carve out a family life that works for them. Brilliant!

Baby, We’ve got a Problem (series) by @deanwritings

I love the unique concept of this, Baby getting turned human, and the implications this has particularly for Deans's relationship. I’ve read it a few times as it’s so easy to go back to and enjoyable to read.

Always You and Me by @deanwinchesterswitch

I just loved this story and how it built up. The dialogue is hilarious and while I did guess what was happening, it in no way detracted from how awesome this story is.

Hold On I’m Coming (series) by @ravengirl94

This was one of the first firefighter Dean fics I read and I loved it. The relationship the two of them have and the twists and turns are just perfect.

Captives of the Court by @impala-dreamer

This story instantly got my attention. I loved the way the story moved between what was happening now and what had happened to lead up to that point and how everything came together at the end. Amazing story.

The One That Got Away (series) by @pink-sparkly-witch

This story just hits you in the feels. It’s not finished but I’m so in love with Dean and the reader already and can’t wait to see how their relationship progresses!

Midnight Espresso / Devour Me (series)by @zepskies

There was something so sweet about these two stories that I instantly fell in love with the reader and dean in this. I connected with the plus-sized reader but Dean is so sweet and adorable. I just loved it.

Collared (series) by @spnexploration

I’ve been reading this story from pretty much when it started being posted and I’ve loved every second, I’m so excited and sad that it’s ending. It’s an amazing story full of protective Dean which I live for and it’s just perfect.

The Last Call by @kasimagines

I could have nominated so many of Kasimagines' stories but there’s something about this one that just really hits me and I’ve read it so many times. The loyalty Dean shows despite the years is beautiful and the effect John has on them all is heartbreaking.

Dream On (series) by @talesmaniac89

There’s something about this fic that I just absolutely love. It’s a comfort fic I’ve gone back and read so many times. Dean's overprotectiveness and worry and concern for the reader is just adorable.

Miscommunication (series) by @winchest09

This is another story I’ve read so many times. I love the story and the British reader really resonates with me being from the UK! I love the confusion between the same words meaning different things to British vs American, it makes for some interesting conversations!

If You Want It To Be (series) by @zepskies

This got me feeling so Christmassy in July! It was just such a lovely heart warming story, I adored it.

Nominated by @mariekoukie6661

House of the Rising Sun by @kittenofdoomage

MAFIA AU!!!! This has been a joy to read for the first time and it's always a joy to reread!!!

Nominated by @thoughtslikeaminefield

The Hero Always Gets A Kiss by @fandomoniumflurry

I’m a sucker for ChesterVelle, heroes, and kissing. This is one of my old faves I like to re-read every once in a while.

No Title by @stusbunker

This is sooooo Sam, and it's sooooo swoony and real. It's fucking electric.

Factory Reset by @talltalesandbedtimestories

This is so. well. written. So sexy. So good for Dean. He deserves this so much. This writer did their research but this doesn't read like a manual. It's thorough and intimate and exactly what Dean should have every day — someone taking care of him.

No Title by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

For the love of god, he’s just Like This, isn’t he? Like always. In canon, in headcanon, in fic — ALWAYS. And I love the way this writer objectifies him.

Nominated by @inenochian

Restless Wanderer by intothesilentland (AO3 only)

This story is such a beautiful soft romance set in 19th C Cornwall. Beautiful portrayal of Dean and Cas!

Nominated by @salt-n-burn-em-all

The Talismen series by Lochinvar (AO3 only)

Gives us insight into people who helped the boys grow up into the men they became. Not always Hunters, more like strangers who sometimes didn’t know exactly how much they helped until years later, if ever.

Nominated by @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

Hunter’s Throne (series) by @ladyknightskye

It’s such a beautiful story and I love the angel-human lore. It’s so complimentary to each other and that bond is just so Cas and Dean. They have got to talk. It’s part of what’s we readers love about them because once they do, it only gets better and fluffy! I loved it so much I posted about it on my blog to advertise it because it is worth the read and keeps to the essence of the show.

THANK YOU ALL, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

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Collared part 33

Pairing: Dean x Reader eventually

Series summary: Sam and Dean save a woman from where she has been held as a slave by a witch. But things turn dark whenever they try to take her magic collar off, leaving them with a slave to look after and a curse to break.

Episode summary: The boys come back

Warnings: Nothing particularly in this chapter.

Word count: 1.6k

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Part 32 <- -> Part 34

A message came in from Dean: We got him

You stared at your phone. They were alive. They had Azaneth. It was... over.

You couldn't seem to think. Couldn't seem to function. You just sat there.

What.

Even.

Was.

Happening.

You stared off into the middle distance.

You didn't notice the next message on your phone.

Or the next.

You did, eventually, notice the incessant ringing noise. You looked at the phone. A second later you worked out how to answer it.

“Hello?” you asked.

“Thank Christ,” Dean said. “Are you ok?!”

“Umm, yes.” You shook your head, trying to snap out of your haze.

“Sorry if I woke you, we were just worried something might have happened.”

“I wasn't asleep,” you mumbled.

“Everything ok?” You could hear the mounting panic in his voice.

“Yeah, I'm fine. I was just... lost. For a minute there. But I'm fine.”

“Ok, sweetheart. We’ll be back soon.”

“Ok.” You hung up.

You stared around the room. It was like it was different, but it looked the same. You felt a bit relieved, especially at hearing Dean's voice and knowing they were safe. But it was like your body couldn't work out what emotion to feel, so had decided to feel all of them. All at once. You couldn't get it straight in your brain.

You sat and stared at the door.

Eventually, there was noise from outside. You suddenly panicked, remembering that Sam and Dean had told you that Azaneth would have other demons working with him. You tried to remember what they'd told you to do – hide! Stab!

You grabbed the angel blade and ran into the bathroom, breathing heavily. You got into the shower cubicle and crouched down, clutching the blade in front of you. Your hands shook.

You heard the motel room door open. You willed yourself to be still and quiet.

“Y/N?” you heard Sam call. “It's ok, it's us.”

You stood up and went to the bathroom door, still clutching the blade in front of you. You got there just as Sam did. You dropped the blade with a clatter and jumped to wrap your arms around him in a hug. His arms came up and held you, “Hey, hey, it's ok. We're ok.” You could see some cuts and bruises on him, but he looked generally ok.

He let you go and led the way back into the main room. “Probably should’ve taught her about holy water,” Sam was saying to Dean. You couldn't see Dean yet, Sam's broad shoulders blocking your view. He moved to get something out of a bag and that was when you saw Dean.

You sucked in a sharp breath. Dean's eye was swollen and blood was dripping down his face from a cut on his forehead.

Dean’s eyes flew to yours when he heard your gasp. “It's ok, sweetheart. Probably looks worse than it is.”

“I'm just about to get him cleaned up,” Sam said, bringing the first aid kit over to Dean. “If it makes you uncomfortable, that's ok. You could go wait in the bathroom if you want.” You shook your head and moved closer to Dean.

“Oh,” Sam said, almost to himself as he stood up, “I forgot the antiseptic.”

You reached out as if to touch Dean's face, but stopped yourself. Your breathing started to get shallower and faster as you stared at the blood. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Dean took your hands in his and held them. “Bambi, look at me.” You didn't react. He moved one hand to cup your cheek, “Y/N, look at me. Look at me properly.” You managed to tear your eyes away from the blood to look into his eyes. “I am ok, ok? I will be ok. Take some deep breaths for me, sweetheart. Sam and I are ok. Head wounds always bleed a lot, they're melodramatic. Sammy's going to fix me right up. We came back, and we're fine.”

You slowly nodded. “You came back.”

Sam had returned and was waiting by your elbow, probably waiting for Dean to finish. Dean dropped his hands and you returned yours to your sides. “Alright Mr Melodramatic,” Sam joked, probably trying to cheer you up, “Let's fix this before you cost us a cleaning fee on the room.”

Sam worked methodically to clean the wound and then glue it together with the special wound glue. He bandaged it carefully. You watched, half fascinated and half horrified. “Alright,” Sam said to Dean, “how about you go clean up the rest of your face in the mirror?” Dean nodded and headed to the bathroom.

Sam gathered up the rubbish from his ministrations and threw it in the bin. He then turned to you, “How are you going?”

“I'm fine, all I did was sit in a motel room.”

He looked at you critically, “Dean tells me you didn't sleep last night, did you get any today?” You shook your head. “Have you eaten anything?”

“A little.”

His look deepened.

“A Mars bar,” you admitted.

He went to the fridge and pulled out 3 ready meals he'd bought yesterday. “Which one do you want?”

“I'm ok,” you said, feeling awkward and a bit all over the place still.

“Y/N, you haven't slept, you haven't eaten and I don't think you've drunk much water. Your brain has no energy, no rest and a day of being flooded with stress hormones. It is no wonder you’re feeling freaked out and one step away from a panic attack.”

You wordlessly pointed at the one you wanted. He removed the plastic and put it in the microwave.

Sam offered one to Dean, who glanced quickly at you before accepting. You had a feeling they were only eating so that you would, but hey, if that made them eat then that was good too. The three of you sat on the floor, although you tried to tell the brothers to eat at the table.

You watched Dean wince when he twisted to the side to reach his napkin. “What happened?!” you asked, immediately worried.

“Jeez, you fuss more than Sammy and he is in peak form tonight,” Dean said with a smirk. He continued in a gentler tone, “I’m a little beaten up but I’m ok. I’ve had far worse.”

“What happened?” you asked quietly. “On the hunt, I mean.”

“Well, you know, fairly normal. Azaneth had quite a lot of defences and lackeys around, so we had to despatch them to get to him, and then we had to beat him. Plan worked well but, uh, I did have to distract him so Sammy could surprise him with the cuffs.”

“And getting beaten up was how you distracted him?” you asked, dual edges of amusement and worry in your voice.

“Hey, I was doing some beating up him too!”

Sam sniggered, “He landed a couple of blows, at best.”

“Alright, well, I’m gonna shower and get the rest of this blood off me,” Dean said, getting up and throwing out his empty container. He disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door.

“How about you get some sleep?” Sam said to you. “It’s super late.”

“I see what Dean means about your fussing,” you joked.

“Dean thinks anyone not actively attacking him is fussing.” You smirked at his joke. “Come on,” he said, “I’ll turn around and you can get changed.”

You got ready for bed at his urging and then stood awkwardly at your blankets between the two beds. Sam was busying himself repacking things into bags, which he probably didn’t need to do but you figured he was trying to avoid the impression he was staring at you. You were grateful. You got down on the floor and into your bedding.

You felt uneasy. You knew the boys were ok, you could hear Dean in the shower and still see Sam. But you couldn’t shake your fear, couldn’t relax. You tried to force yourself to close your eyes, to let sleep happen.

SCREEEEEECH came a loud noise from outside. It was probably just a car taking the corner too fast, maybe showing off for their friends. But it freaked you out. You sat up, heart racing and looking around wildly.

Sam came and sat on the floor at the end of his bed, near your feet. “It’s just a car,” he said reassuringly.

“I know.”

“How about you lay back down and try and get to sleep?”

“I’m too scared,” you admitted quietly, not looking at his face.

He reached out slowly and took your hand, holding it in his own. “I’ll wait with you, if you’d like.” You bit your lip and then nodded, slowly easing yourself back down on to your pillow. He gave your hand a squeeze and you shut your eyes.

He held your hand, sometimes rubbing gentle circles with his thumb, until you fell asleep.

---

“She ok?” Dean asked Sam quietly, seeing him sitting on the floor near you, your hand in his.

“Yeah, she’s pretty freaked out, but I got her to sleep.”

“She mention anything specific?”

“Nah, I think it’s just all of it. Stress of leaving the bunker, being left alone, worrying about us, worrying about him.”

“Yeah,” Dean replied. “Wonder how she’ll go overnight. We should get some sleep now, not sure how long she'll stay asleep.”

Dean looked at your sleeping face. He hated how scared you’d been on the phone, how worried about him and Sam. Hated that he'd had to leave you alone when you were scared. And then your face when you'd seen his injuries, he wished he'd been able to hide them from you.

He wanted to reach out and stroke your frown away, but that was a line too far. You wouldn't appreciate him doing that.

You were still so fragile, although you’d shown strength today that he hadn’t known you’d had in you. He was proud of you.

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I got you 🖤 to make this authentic I smoked a fat ass blunt just for you anyways I did the characters you requested plus a few extra and I decided to do small HC/ drabbles cause I have to many imagines atm 🤣 anyways also I added nuada from hellboy 2 cause he's pookie all the way @horny4bj-blog

Characters included:

Hellboy (2004)

Prince nuada ( hellboy 2, 2008)

Daryl (Alexandria timeline)

Sam (supernatural)

Dean (supernatural)

Castiel (supernatural

Lucifer (supernatural)

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Masterlist

Hellboy:

Honestly was not surprised when he walked into him room one day to it smelling entirely of weed. Honestly he was mostly impressed because not only did it smell. But when the door opened all that came out was smoke.

Like damn.

When he went to venture further he was also not surprised when he saw you sprawled out on the couch with like 6 cats laying on you.

You didnt register him calling your name until he threw a candybar at your face

This is pretty much how it went

“Hey???” “…” “Hellooo??” “…” “Hey!” “Ow fuck what do you want.” you say as you open the candy bar and take a bite

Honestly he doesn't really care but he expects you to share you weed with him. If you don't he will lowkey just take it without asking and deal with you later. (no he won't pay you back hes always magically broke when you ask him to 😒)

As for you being on the couch he tells you to move over. If you don't he moves you himself.

He finds it funny to mess with you when you get to the point when you think everything is in slow motion And your basically not registering anything the way your supposed to

Like one time yall played Uno. And you were at the point you couldn't even read the cards and you were slumped over leaning on the back of the couch like a corpse thinkin the number 6 was the funniest shit on earth

And what did he do.convinced you to give him your cards so he could read them to you.in your state you agreed. That prick (this is based off a true story i have a lot of these adafia if you see this. Fuck you I should have one that game 🖕)

Yeah naw i dont have much for him he's just an asshole who also smokes so he don't really care yall end up watching a lot of movies though.

Nuada:

Now he's interesting with this idea lmao

He's confused as fuck cause he don't really do shit that could alter his mind, he want to stay sharp and ready for anything (boring fuckaaaa)

He at first acts like a disappointed mother

“ now why would you go and do this to yourself knowing what we have to do.” “because I'm a whole ass adult and it makes it more fun.” “that's besides the point (name)” part of a real argument yall had at one point

Yeah like don't get me wrong he doesn't hate weed he just thinks it makes you act dumb

He's lowkey right though

But anyways back to the prompt. When he walks in and your just spaces out in your bed he just shakes his head and goes to do what he needs to do.

If you are logged somewhere is his way this man with nudge/kick you with his foot until you move and if you don't he will just use his foot to roll you out of the way.

He acts like he doesn't care and to be frank he doesn't have the energy to put into caring about something so dumb so he leaves you alone.

But then there was the one time that he accidentally ate an edible.

He took that shit like a champ though and was able to function decently, but for the most part he was just chillin just silently staring off into space

He says he would never do that again. But you decide not to say anything when you notice some of your edibles missing.

Bro thinks he's slick 🤣🤣

Sam:

Ok gonna be honest his brother is dean. Need I say more

He knows what to do he pulls up with the munchies and some red box movie

If your slumped on the couch this man will sit on the floor

Y'all can talk for hours even if he is sober

Or you pass out from him typing on the computer cause I mean that sound is just relaxing.

Honestly don't have much for him he's just a chill guy

Dean:

He don't walk in

He's slumped with you on the other side of the couch

He eats all the damn munchies

He refuses to watch anything besides old Scooby doo reruns.

(he has a crush on the hex girls)

He's literally just a grown up child when he's high (not much different then normal)

Yall are laughing high people

The jokes are hilarious

Cass

He walks in and sees you on the couch looking half dead and he's confused

Like really confused

“Are you ok?” “huh?” are you ok??” “HUH??” “nevermind.”

He doesn't know what to do so he does nothing 😭😭

If you ask he will get you snacks

He's kinda hard to talk to so if you are laughing its at him not knowing anything

(these are getting short cause of my beautiful bong so its not my fault blame daisy that's my bongs name.)

Lucifer:

Ok let be honest here

He's lucifer he's hilarious

If you wanna feel like your gonna suffocate from laughing then he's your guy

He doesn't even try to be funny he just says out of pocket shit.

All the time

I haven't seen much of his character yet but he's already a favorite

I don't think he would light up with you unless you peer pressure him

Yes you have to peer pressurethe damn devil to smoke the devils lettuce with you.

If yall do he just spaces in and out while your on your phone on that couch unmoving

But during this spacing in and out he just says weird shit

I dare you to show him the dark crystal afterwords tho just trust me.

Daryl:

This man could not give less of a fuck

He's used to seeing people on all sorts of shit so some weed don't scare him

He just goes about his day

He will sit and chat with you

He's a horrible high sitter tho

If you get to high he's your worst nightmare

Will throw fake spiders and shit at you knowing your on that couch to see you jump

He's lowkey funny tho 🤣

He might smoke with you once in awhile

It's rare tho he's more of a drinker

Anyways that's all for today hope you enjoyed dis shitz

Edit: sorry I sounded like a fuckin idiot here also sorry I forgot Crowley and carol 😭😭 I wrote for nuada took a break forgot it was nuada and gaslit myself into thinking I wrote for Crowley 🤣🤣

didnt mean to but its really late and I'm to lazy to write for them rn so I hope you enjoy what I got down please forgive me🖤🖤 also sorry nuadas there you didnt ask for him I was just living it up with daisy at that moment.

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NB!Harry Ch 10

AO3 link, Chapter 1 Ch 9; Ch 11 Finally writing the scene I planned three chapters ago

After, they lay on Haze's bed, just holding each other.

Draco was on his back, Haze all but on top of him with their head on his shoulder and one leg hooked up on his thigh. The hand Haze had rested on Draco's chest was playing with one of his shirt buttons. Draco had one arm behind his head, while the other hand was drawing idle patterns over Haze's upper arm.

Content, the two could have lain there all night.

And then Pansy started banging on the door.

"Are you kids using protection?" She called.

Haze felt heat bloom across their face and turned to hide in Draco's chest. Draco just rolled his eyes.

From somewhere else in the hall, somebody—Dean? —told her, "Leave them alone, Pansy. I'm sure they can figure it out."

There was laughter, and it sounded like someone was shoved into the wall. As it seemed like they intended to stand around outside the door indefinitely, Draco moved to get up, holding a finger to his lips.

He didn't have to worry about being quiet on the way to the door, as no sound could get out, but he still crept slowly over. Once there, he glanced back at Haze—who had sat up to watch—and winked at them.

Yanking the door open, Draco scowled at the crowd in the hall. "Do you mind?"

They all jumped, and someone squeaked. Draco leaned against the doorway and braced on foot on the inside of the door, keeping it closed as much as possible so no one could look in.

Pansy recovered first, "Yes, actually. I came to bring you these." She proudly offered a large box of condoms.

Carefully maintaining his mask of disdain, Draco looked from her to the box and back. Unsure he would be able to speak without cracking up or dying of mortification, Draco simply arched a questioning brow.

She knew him too well.

Draco stared her down, unwilling to break, as she grinned back, very pleased with herself.

Pansy had just opened her mouth—to deliver what was sure to be the killing blow—when Haze stepped in. They moved between Draco and the doorframe, fitting perfectly under his arm.

With a split second to analyze the situation, Haze decided to roll with it. Feigning delight, "Oh! Thanks!" They took the box from Pansy before she could react. Haze glanced at Draco and back to her, "We were just saying we needed to get more."

Then, Haze kissed Draco on the cheek and slipped back under his arm and into the bedroom.

Draco smiled deviously, winked, and shut the door in Pansy's stunned face. He turned back to find Haze sitting on the edge of the bed once more, the absurdly large box of condoms on their nightstand.

Haze's eyes met Draco's and they both promptly collapsed to the floor in laughter. As in the hall earlier, they couldn't seem to stop laughing. Every time the two gained some semblance of calm, they would look at each other and crack up once more.

They were both on the floor, holding their aching stomachs, unable to contain choked mockery of the thirty-second conversation. In all honesty, both knew the interaction hadn't been that funny, but this, laughing on the floor together, was the best feeling in the world.

By the time they'd exhausted themselves, the crowd in the hall had long since dispersed. Lying with their heads together, legs in opposite directions, both looked up at the ceiling, breathing slowly returning to normal.

After a long moment, Draco looked over to Haze. "I should probably go."

Haze turned to look at him. They didn't want him to go yet, but they also couldn't bring themself to ask him to stay. Afraid he'd say no, even more afraid he'd say yes.

Draco reached a hand over, brushing their curls away from their face. "Some other time. When you're ready. We don't have to do anything till you're ready."

Propping himself up on an elbow, Draco leaned down to leave a gentle kiss on their forehead. "Goodnight, Mon Ange."

And then he was gone.

Haze vaguely recalled saying goodnight, assumed that they had gotten undressed, and supposed they must have made it into bed. But all they knew for certain, was that they couldn't stop smiling.

~~~

Draco didn't go to his own room.

In fact, before he could overthink it, he went clear to the other end of the hall and knocked on a door he had never in his life considered approaching.

Draco instantly regretted it. He contemplated running, but his own room was too far away, and there was no one else in the hall. After ten agonizing seconds, Hermione Granger opened the door.

Already in her pajamas, curls still dripping from her shower, she took one look at Draco and sighed. She opened her door wider and beckoned him inside with a tilt of her head.

She closed the door and went over to her trunk without a word, not even looking at him.

"Right." Draco was seriously reconsidering all of his life choices. "I, um, well..." He had never been this nervous in his life, and Hermione just dug a beaded bag out of her trunk and then proceeded to rummage through that. "So, I've done... things before but, like, not... and I was wondering if you, um..."

Hermione finally found what she was looking for. Pulling her whole arm out of the bag, she tossed it back in her trunk and held out a book to him.

Draco reached for it hesitantly. Mutual Pleasure was written in black letters across some very suggestive-looking flowers.

"It isn't a library book. I actually bought it for Haze, but I suppose you should probably read it too."

Draco could have hugged her. "Right. Um... Thanks."

She nodded at him and turned away. Feeling dismissed, Draco went to let himself out.

Before he made it to the door, however; she called after him. "And Draco,"

He turned back to look at her. She was standing at her bed, covers thrown back like she was about to get in, as if her next words were an afterthought.

"I'm really glad Haze has you now, but do keep in mind, they have six big brothers and two very scary sisters who will hunt you down should you ever think of hurting them."

She was smiling at him... which made her words all the more chilling.

"I'll... keep that in mind." Draco opened the door. "And, for what it's worth, I'm glad they have all of you too."

She gave an approving nod, and Draco left.

~~~

For as wonderful as the evening had been, Haze's nightmares hit even stronger.

Similar to the mental storm that came with an episode, memories of the past assailed them. The difference with nightmares was that, rather than their conscious being bombarded with the memories, Haze's unguarded mind was immersed in them. Reliving them moment by moment.

One minute, Haze was curled in on themself, shaking and crying in their bed, the next, they were in Draco's arms once more. They weren't exactly sure when or how it happened, but they were too grateful to question it.

Draco's soft humming and fingers in their hair were a balm on Haze's soul. They buried their face further into Draco's neck, hands tightening in his shirt.

After a while, Haze had the distinct feeling of moving, but they refused to leave the safety of Draco's neck long enough to check.

~~~

Haze woke again to Draco's fingers ghosting over their cheeks; their nose; their lips. Light was streaming in through their bedroom window and Haze felt so grounded, it took them a minute to realize Draco was lying on top of them.

Blinking blearily, they un-fisted one of their hands from Draco's shirt to rub their eyes. Looking down, they saw Draco smiling at them, one arm across their chest, chin resting on his hand. His other hand had moved to stroking their cheekbone.

"Good morning, Mon Ange."

If Haze had been any more awake, they would've blushed. As it was, they took the hand that had been rubbing their eyes and put it against Draco's face, pushing lightly and grumbling at him.

Draco laughed and kissed their palm. Then he moved his hands to rest on either side of Haze, lifting himself up to place a gentle kiss on their cheek.

Haze gave a soft sigh of contentment, then a sound of protest as Draco rolled off of them to sit at the edge of their bed. Lunging, Haze wrapped their arms around Draco's waist, refusing to let him move any farther.

Chuckling, Draco tried to turn in their grip, running a hand over their head. "Haze, it's time to get up. We have to get ready for class."

Haze made another sound of protest, burying their face in his side.

"Come on, Mon Ange, we both need a shower. I'll meet you in the common room in twenty minutes."

Haze whined at how long that would be. They knew they were being childish, but they couldn't help it. Draco made them feel safe and he was trying to take that away.

Sighing, Draco twisted, grabbing Haze under the arms and pulling them around to sit sideways in his lap. They went willingly, moving their arms to wrap around Draco's neck. Before Haze could lean into Draco's neck, however; he grabbed their chin, forcing them to meet his eyes.

"Haze, listen to me. You can shower and get dressed here and meet me in the common room in twenty minutes," He paused, making sure Haze was listening and understood, "Or you can come shower and get ready with me."

Draco watched Haze's face as they seriously considered it. They had come to terms with their body, for the most part, even if they weren't sure who they wanted to be yet. But Haze was still afraid Draco wouldn't like what he saw; that he would change his mind.

They needed the safety of Draco's arms, but the fear of losing him won out. Wilting, they slowly moved to stand.

Draco stood with them, not letting them go yet. He squeezed them tight for a moment, kissing their forehead. "I'll see you in twenty, Mon Ange."

He pulled back, watching as Haze nodded at the floor. Heart panging, Draco took their chin once more, turning their face up to place a gentle kiss on their lips.

Pulling back, he stroked Haze's jaw, giving them a gentle, reassuring smile until they gave him a weak one back. Only then did he turn to leave.

It broke Draco's heart to leave Haze like that, but he refused to push their boundaries.

He would have gladly carried them back to his room; showered them; clothed them; gave them as much love as possible. But he would wait for Haze.

This was still new to them, both the relationship and their self-exploration. Draco knew they needed time, and he was willing to give it. He had waited this long, after all.

Draco started. Pausing as he washed his hair, the thought hit him like the Hogwarts Express.

He loved Haze.

He has for a long time now.

As terrifying as that thought was, it also brought him a great deal of peace.

Draco resumed his shower, picking up his pace. While he knew it was far too soon to tell Haze, he was determined to show them.

He would worship them until they believed him when he told them they were beautiful. Would make them see that he would love them no matter how they looked, who they wanted to be, or what they identified as.

He loved Haze.

In any and every form.

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