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holylulusworld · 4 years ago

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Bad Boys (6) - She’s ours (FIN)

Summary: New to town, a goody-two-shoes, you catch the attention of not one but two guys. Too bad they are the ‘bad boys’ and your ‘dad’ tries to protect you.

Pairing: Biker!Alpha!Bucky x Reader x Omega!Biker!Alpha!Steve

Warnings: A/B/O, A/B/O dynamics, angst, language, protective alphas, scenting, true mates, fluff, cuddling & snuggling, violence, blood, pregnant omega, Steve freaks out there for a minute

Characters: Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, unnamed deputies

A/N: Reader is Tony Stark's goddaughter. This is an AU/A/B/O setting. I have a thing for Biker /BuckySteve so bear with me.

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“Aw, I like your decoration, Bucky,” admiring Bucky’s room at the clubhouse you hum to yourself, wander around, or stop to pick a few things up. “I like the little bike bookend. Where did you get it?”

“Flea market, doll,” Steve smirks when his friend’s cheeks turn pink. “Bucky likes to go to the flea market and buy useless crap.”

“I like flea markets too,” excitedly you jump at Bucky, tug at his leather jacket to make him look at you. “Do you want to go with me next time? Oh! We could buy some things for Stevie’s house.”

“Please, don’t—” the blonde groans when you won’t stop talking about decorating, the flea market, and how you wish you could all move in together.

“Please—Stevie,” you whine. “I want to find something nice for your house, alpha. It’s nice but needs the woman’s touch. You’ve got no clue how pretty it could look.”

“Like my room,” Bucky states, grinning at his friend. “See, our omega loves my room and my decoration.”

“Except for the picture over there,” pointing at the wall you scrunch up your nose. “Why do the dogs on the picture play poker? They look like drunk gangsters or something. I don’t like it, Bucky.”

“It’s a classic,” defending his picture Bucky mutter under his breath. “None of you got a clue how hard I fought for that thing. There was a punk offering buck after buck for it at the flea market.”

“Did you lose?” grinning you place your hand onto Bucky’s chest. “I mean, you ended up bringing it home.”

“I won, doll. I paid ten bucks for it,” he grins. “Punk had to go home empty-handed.”

“See, no taste—” Steve insists. “None of you will ruin my house with crappy decoration. That’s my last word!”

“B-but, Stevie,” you cry, eyes big and wet now, “you’re not a bachelor anymore! You’ve got a mate now, an omega. I want to feel safe and comfortable when I visit you. Don’t you want me around?” choking on your words you hide your face in Bucky’s chest. “Do you already regret your claim?”

“Great job, Steve. Now she’s crying and I got no house for her to decorate,” grumbling Bucky runs one hand over your hair, tries to soothe you while you smirk to yourself.

None of your alphas can see you played Steve well. “No—no! Baby doll, you can redecorate anything you want to. Maybe even bring that ugly picture with you. I’ll do anything, omega.”

“How often can I visit you?” you nuzzle Bucky’s neck; enjoy he holds you tightly. “I don’t want to disturb your solitary, Steve.”

“I-I want you to move in with me,” Steve blurs out, gasping as you turn around to look up at him with wide eyes. “I mean, shit—uh erm, that’s a bit sudden I guess. We should talk about our bond first. It’s a bit different from normal bonds with one alpha.”

“Can Bucky move in too? Can we buy a huge bed and share it? Oh, I want a large bathtub for us to share too and a shower! Imagine all the sex with could have!” you babble, slowly stepping toward Steve. “Please—alpha?”

“Oh, crap,” Bucky snickers when Steve whines low in his throat. You nuzzled your face in his chest and now the rough biker fights his alpha to not give in to everything you demand. “She’s got your balls in her hands.”

“Perfect, alpha,” smiling you look at the bookshelf. Bucky brought his belongings, including the bookend you love so much. “Right, Stevie? It looks awesome.”

“Yeah, awesome,” Steve gave up the moment you demanded you need three more pillows on the couch. Now you are busy redecorating his living room.

He sighs deeply but tries to remember you are an omega who tries to create a cozy home for her alphas.

“Look at the pictures I placed on the fireplace, Steve. I want to take some of you, Bucky, and me too. I want to fill our house with our love.”

“Uh-she’s in nesting mood,” Bucky whispers. “Do I need to know anything, Steve? Did we get her full of pups already? I think her breasts grew too.”

“WAIT-WHAT?” panicked Steve glances at your chest, tries to figure out if your breasts are fuller. “It’s only a month. I mean, she was in heat but we—”

“Didn’t use anything, Steve,” smirking Bucky watches you usher toward the couch to place one last pillow next to the others. “Do I have to explain how sex works? If she wasn’t on anything, we got her round.”

“Round? Pups?” panting heavily now Steve clutches one hand to his chest. “Fuck—Stark will kill us!”

“Tons won’t kill you, alpha,” humming happily you nod to yourself. “I’m done here. Can we go to the bedroom now? I wanna cuddle with you on the new bed you and your friends built.”

“S-sure,” Steve’s eyes drift toward your belly and he swallows thickly. “Uh-Y/N are you on birth control?” you giggle at Steve’s words but don’t answer his question. you brush past him, grinning as he follows you like a nervous puppy. “Omega? Doll?”

“I wasn’t when we mated if that’s what you are trying to ask, Steve—”

Steve’s head is spinning when you walk upstairs, giggling as Bucky runs after you to sniff at your neck. “Damn me, omega. You smell like us. Stevie, I think we filled her good.”

“I-I need a minute here, Buck,” Steve pants. “Go ahead. I’ll be right with you, guys…”

“Where have you been Steve? Y/N was waiting for you for half an hour,” Bucky tuts. He growls when you hide your face in the cushions. “Look what you did! She wanted to cuddle with us on the nest she made.”

“We need to use one of these,” Steve place a paper bag filled with pregnancy tests onto the bed. “I want to know if she’s pregnant.”

“Alpha,” you purr low in your throat. Before he can blink you snatch the bag from the bed to hide it behind your back. “Can’t you scent me and tell me if I’m expecting?”

“I can barely focus on anything, doll. All I want is to cradle and scent you right now. I-I need to know if I filled you with pups,” the alpha purrs, much to Bucky’s amusement.

The brunette sits next to you, a shit-eating grin on his lips. “Steve, just scent our omega. Her scent changed and this means our girl is expecting.”

“How’d you wanna know, Buck?”

“I read books about omegas and true mates. She smells more like me and you now. I think we both filled her with our pup,” humming you snuggle closer to Bucky to hide your face in his chest.

“Please, alpha,” you whine, hoping Steve’s not mad at you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I was in heat and lost control.”

“Baby doll,” Steve purrs low in his throat, ready to pounce on you. “I’m not mad, Y/N. This is just a little overwhelming. I finally found my true mate, mated her to share her with my best friend and now she’s pregnant. I need a moment to realize I need to change my life.”

“I want my big bad biker to cuddle me,” whimpering in distress you look at Steve. “Please.”

“Alright, doll. Let me kick my boots off and we can cuddle.”

After joining you and Bucky on the bed, Steve sighs deeply. He scents you, excessively, purring now and then.

“So—who’s going to tell her godfather we got her pregnant?” Bucky grins when you look at Steve. “Guess she wants you to volunteer…”

“Look what the cat dragged into the sheriff’s department,” the deputies growl. “Pity the sheriff couldn’t get rid of us – huh? Maybe you change your mind and want us to take care of that sweet little omega?”

“If you want to keep your teeth, you will shut your cakehole right fucking now,” Bucky grits, hands already balled into fists. “You are talking about our true mate, the mother of our pups.”

“Pups?” the deputy gasps, looking at you hide behind Steve. “You got her pregnant? What a pity. The girl looked like she likes to take dick—” Bucky’s fist breaks the deputy’s nose with one precise punch.

While the man stumbles backward, pressing one hand to his bleeding nose, his friend tries to help him but ends up pressed against the wall by Steve, the blondes arm against his throat.

The alpha grits his teeth reveals his true intentions. “Back in the old times' alphas defended their omegas by ripping their concurrent’s mating gland out with their teeth.” He grins, feeling the deputy struggle against his strength. “Good thing the old times are over – right, Buck?”

“Right, Steve. I mean, some people should watch their backs and mating glands if they don’t want to end up in a dark alley,” the brunette grins at the other deputy. “I have a thing for knives and always wondered how deep I can cut a bastard until he bleeds out.”

“T-this isn’t necessary,” the deputy looks up at Steve before he tilts his head in submission. “My friend was just joking. He likes to run his mouth.”

“I will tell you this one last time,” Steve growls. “She’s ours. Our true mate and you will stay the fuck away from her.”

“So—,” Tony clears his throat. “You are pregnant by two alphas, great. I will get a godfather of the year medal this time.”

“Please don’t be mad, Tony,” you sniff. “It’s not your fault nor theirs. I wasn’t on anything and gave in to my instinct but Steve, Bucky, and I got a nice house. We can raise our kids there.”

“I heard you gave my deputies hell,” your godfather smirks at Bucky. “Good job, boys. Next time break a few bones.”

“Tony,” Pepper tuts her alpha, but she gently pats his hand. “Don’t encourage them! Soon they will be fathers! Now let’s talk about the nest and anything else, Y/N. How far are you?”

“Two babies,” Steve watches you lie in the middle of your shared bed. “We need to tell the gang we are going to be fathers soon, Buck. No more dangerous stuff for us. Y/N needs reliable alphas.”

“Aw, you’re such a softie, Steve,” Bucky whines when you look at your alphas. “Fine, I’m all soft for her too. What happened to us? We used to be stone-cold bikers and now we are putty in a girl’s hands.”

“Not just a girl, Buck,” smiling Steve looks at his friend. “Our omega, my friend. I think it’s time to grow up and be good alphas.”

“Agreed,” offering Steve a fist bump Bucky grins. “Now let’s take care of our omega. She needs us.”

THE END...*and yes I made her pregnant, sue me...*

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supernaturaldesires · 4 years ago

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A Descent Into Insanity - Chapter One

Based on request by @sweetpotato-97

Could ask for a fic of Yandere Dean with a reader who sees him as a best friend and a form of brother for them, of course in the beginning Dean was not a yandere but he changed with the passage of time?

Note: the reader in a way is innocent and does not know that Dean is in love with them.

Pairing: None (yet)

Characters: Dean & Sam

Warnings: none, other than a slightly protective Dean

Word Count: 1,802

One Year Ago

As you pulled up to the old abandoned shack, you checked against the photo in the newspaper on your passenger seat. This was the place, without a doubt. You had stopped about 150 yards away to avoid drawing any attention or raising any alarms within the shack. If the stories you’d heard from the townsfolk were true, you were expecting just a couple of vamps, max three. It appeared to be a relatively new nest since the attacks only started a couple of weeks ago, out of the blue. You reached into the backseat, grabbing your machete and hip-flask. You took a swig of whisky from the flask for good measure before shoving it in the glove compartment and heaving yourself out.

There was a gravel path leading up to the shack, but you opted to walk along the grassy verge in an attempt to keep as quiet as possible. When you were about 50 yards from the shack though, you noticed a ‘67 Chevy Impala tucked behind some large shrubs, just off the path. Strange. It wasn’t a large town and all of the attacks happened within a couple mile radius of the shack, so you couldn’t imagine much need for the vamps to have a set of wheels. Nevertheless, you pushed on.

As you approached the front porch, you noticed that the door to the shack was already open, creaking back-and-forth with the breeze. It was at that moment you heard a blood-curdling scream, followed by shouting. Armed with your machete, you launched through the front door towards the noise.

Two beheaded bodies already lay on the floor, and ahead of you there were two figures wrestling on the ground. “Sammy!” Shouted the man who was pinned to the ground, trying to fend off the snarling vamp with his bare hands. His machete lay on the ground nearby, but just out of reach. Without a second thought, you flew forward, thrust your machete down on the vamp, slicing clean through its neck. The head bounced off the man’s shoulder, to which he jumped up, shuddering and wiping himself down. “Hey, thanks man-” He looked up at you for the first time and blinked. “Oh, my bad. Sorry, didn’t mean to assume.” You lowered your machete, wiping the blade on the clothes of the dead vamp. “No biggie,” you shrugged in response. “You get used to it in this line of work.” You flashed him a knowing smile.

Another man entered the room through a second door, to which you instinctively raised your weapon again, but he immediately stopped and raised his hands in self-defence at the sight of you.

“He’s good,” the first man said. “That’s my brother. All good, Sam?”

“Yeah,” the tall man said, running a hand through his shaggy hair. “There was another one in there but I managed to catch him off-guard.”

“Sweet. Well, this young lady saved my ass before I became a vamp snack,” the first man chuckled. “Thanks for that, by the way, um...?”

“Y/N,” you said. “As I said, no biggie. I wasn’t expecting such a big nest, so if you guys hadn’t got here first, I’d probably have been the meal anyway.”

Both men laughed at that. “I’m Dean, this is my baby brother Sam. Come on, let me buy you a drink to say thanks.”

Present Day

“Dean, can you please put a different tape on now?” Sam moaned for the fifth time. “I swear this is the tenth time I’ve heard this song.”

“Sorry Sammy, you know the rules,” his brother smirked. “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.”

Sam turned in his seat to face you in the backseat, hoping to get some back-up but he knew he was outnumbered when he saw you playing air guitar.

“She’s got eyes of the bluest skies, as if they thought of rain,” you sang along gleefully. “C’mon Sammy, how can you get tired of Guns ’n’ Roses? I could listen to this all day!”

Sam groaned, shifting back to face forward and slouched grumpily against the car door. “Don’t encourage him, Y/N,” he grumbled. “And I’ve told you, not even Dean’s supposed to call me Sammy, you’re definitely not allowed.”

You leaned over the back of the front seat, throwing him a pout before motioning a tiny violin between your thumb and forefinger. Dean roared with laughter as Sam grunted, folding his arms with a strop. “Tell me we’re nearly there, at least.”

“Only another 50 miles to go, little brother,” Dean hummed. He shot you a cheeky look and you knew exactly what was coming next. You both sang at the tops of your lungs:

“WoooooOOOoooaahhh sweet child of mine!”

As you arrived at the bunker, you jumped out of the car and stretched your legs before hauling your overnight bag out of the backseat. “I’m jumping straight into the shower, I still stink of werewolf.”

“Yeah I know,” Dean remarked, scrunching his nose comically. You punched him playfully in the arm, which he then clutched in feigned agony, staggering.

“Whatever, tough guy,” you huffed as you made your way into the building.

After showering and feeling refreshed, you pulled on a pair of joggers and an oversized hoodie and made your way to the kitchen. Sam was already sat at the table, staring intensely at his laptop screen and scribbling notes.

“I’m feeling pancakes, Sam, you want some?” The tall man just shook his head, his eyes not moving from the screen. “You know you’re allowed to relax every now and then, right?”

The elder Winchester sauntered into the kitchen then, also looking much fresher. “Did I hear pancakes?”

“Yep, you know where the ingredients are,” you smirked, plopping down into the chair opposite Sam.

Dean threw an irritated look at you before reluctantly rummaging through the fridge. “Asshole,” he muttered.

“Jerk,” you retorted without missing a beat. “You boys up for a drink tonight? I fancy going out, celebrating our victory in taking out that pack.”

“Sure,” Dean answered. “Let’s get some grub in us, then we can head over to the bar.”

Sam continued tapping away at his laptop. “You guys go ahead, I’ve just found this interesting article about this new legal case over in Wisconsin. Check it out, so this guy-”

“Yawwwn,” Dean interrupted. “Sometimes I wish I’d just left you at Stanford, you nerd. Anyways, Y/N and I are gonna go have some fun. Maybe you can look up the definition of the word sometime, Sammy.”

You and Dean had settled at a table at the bar, chatting about everything and nothing for about an hour, already four drinks in. You couldn’t forget that impressed glint in his eye when he first realised that you could not only hold your drink, but could also keep up with him quite easily.

You were howling with laughter as Dean told you a story of Sam losing a rabbit’s foot and the chain of unfortunate events that followed. “So I’m there on the phone to Bobby and I could tell Sam was mucking around behind me doing some stupid shit but I wasn’t really paying attention. Next thing I know, I turn around and he’s looking at me with that goofy puppy-dog face. ‘I lost my shoe,’ he says. Dropped it down a damn drain, the dumbass.” You wiped the tears of laughter from your face, shaking your head and taking a swig of your drink. “Anyway, gotta go empty the tank. I’ll be back.” Dean pushed away from the table and headed off to the men’s room.

One of your favourite AC/DC songs came on the jukebox, so you started tapping your foot and bopping your head along with the music. You didn’t really notice the stranger approach you until he helped himself to Dean’s seat. “Hey there, little lady.” You looked up at the guy, he was your typical jock-type, wearing a football jersey and a baseball cap. He was a little broader than Dean, but several inches shorter. “Can I get you a drink?”

“No thanks,” you said, smiling politely. “I’m here with a friend, just having a good time.”

��Yeah, I saw your friend,” the guy scoffed. “I promise you, come with me and I can show you a real good time, sweetheart,” he said with a wink.

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “I said-” your tone was harsh now, your words sharp. “I’m here with my friend. I’m not interested.”

“Aw come on sweet cheeks, I saw the way he was looking at you. He ain’t interested in you like that. I mean, he’s a fucking fool for it, but I’d be happy to step into the shoes if he’s too much of a pussy to fill them.” He tried to wrap an arm around you then, and you were just about to shove him off when his whole body was suddenly ripped away from you, and the next thing you knew, he was on the floor.

Dean towered over him, his eyes sparking with anger. “Did you not fucking hear her when she said she’s not interested?” By now, the rest of the bar had fallen silent, all eyes on the unfolding scene.

“Hey, dude, chill out,” the guy muttered. “It’s not like you were making a move.”

Dean grabbed the collar of the guy’s shirt in his fist, getting right in his face. You jumped up, preparing to intervene. “What I do is none of your fucking business, if you come near her again, I swear-”

“Dean!” You shouted, grabbing his other fist which had raised, ready to take a swing. “Leave it.”

“Oi!” The manager peeked out of the backroom, having heard the commotion. He jabbed a finger at Dean. “Get out of my bar, now!”

You could see the fire in Dean’s eyes redirect towards the manager, but you tugged at his shirt. “Dean, please! Just leave it. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Dean paused for a moment before releasing the guy’s shirt, letting him fall roughly to the floor. He turned his attention back to the manager, eyes like daggers. “You oughta get some better clientele in here, mate, instead of little bitch boys.” You hooked your arm through Dean’s and dragged him out the front door. He let you pull him away, but all the while throwing glaring looks between the manager and the man who had tried hitting on you.

You really did love your new life with the Winchesters, basically considered them your brothers now, but they tended to find their newfound protective role a little too seriously sometimes. You decided it wasn’t worth an argument this time, instead letting Dean cool down as you both made your way back to the bunker.

Chapter Two =>

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queen-of-deans-booty · 7 years ago

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Female Winchesters

Characters: Dean x Reader, Amanda (Reader’s sister), Sam

Word Count: 3,022

Warnings: just fluff here with a side of implied smut at the end for all you Dean girls

Request: Can I request one where the reader is a badass chick and she hunts with her little sister and they're basics like the female Winchesters and a pairing of Sam, Dean or Cas? If you don't mind. :)

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“Amanda! Would you hurry up? The spirit is going to end up killing more people! Who cares if your hair is perfect or not.” You said, rolling your eyes. Your younger sister was a pain in the ass sometimes. You were the more chill one, being ready in .2 seconds.

“I’m coming! God, you’re worse than mom, you know that?” She said, coming out in her FED suit. She was the tallest person ever, coming up to 6’. You were barely 5’7 and even though both of your parents were short, she still managed to be a tall ass motherfucker.

“Don’t compare me to mom. It was bad enough she brought us into this life.” You said, pulling on your jacket.

“I know. But hey, we had each other. That’s all that mattered.” She said with a smile.

“You’re right. Now come on, I’m sure that this family needs two FBI agents on their doorsteps after their family member just died.” You said, grabbing the keys to your 1967 Chevy Camaro that you just loved. Your mom owned this when she was growing up and she happened to give it to you on your 18th birthday. You were so excited since you practically spent your life drooling over this car.

You got behind the wheel and once Amanda was in, you took off, already knowing where you were going. You put in your favorite cassette tape full of your favorite songs. Amanda reached for the stereo but you swatted her hand away with a tsk.

“Nope, you know the rules, Mandy,” You said, using her childhood nickname you gave her. “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts her cakehole.”

“Come on! You’re always the driver! Give me a chance!” She complained, hitting you in the arm.

“Hey! I’m trying to drive her. You can walk, if you would like to,” You said with a grin, glancing at her to see her pouting. “Hey, come on, don’t pout. I’ll let you drive on the way back to the motel.”

“Great!” She said with a smile, in a much better mood.

“You’re a dork.” You giggled.

“But I’m your dork.” You got to the victim’s house in no time, knocking on the door and waiting.

“I really think we’re dealing with something much more than a spirit.” Amanda said as you two waited.

“And I don’t. So, we’re going with my lead first and then when something else attacks us, then I’ll know to listen to you.” You said right when the door opened. A man, Ashton Kelly, answered and he looked horrible, pale and red-rimmed eyes as if he wasn’t eating or getting enough sleep.

“Hi, sir, I’m Agent Carson and this is my partner Agent Right. We’re here to ask you some questions on your wife’s murder.” Amanda said, this part she had memorized. You both showed him your badges before putting them away quickly.

“I already talked to two of your Agents. They just left a few minutes ago.” He said, sniffling. You frowned, looking at Amanda with curious eyes. The real FBI wouldn’t give a rat’s ass about this and you didn’t know any other hunters besides Ellen Harvelle and Jody Mills but they are states away.

Plus, they would have called you if they would be taking this.

“I’m sorry, sir, this is a follow up. I know it may seem quick but they just called me and realized they left out some very important questions. Do you mind if we come inside? We’ll only take but a moment of your time.” You said, trying to convince Ashton to let you in.

“Alright, fine, I guess if it’s necessary.” He said, opening the door wider and walking to the living room.

“Did you know someone else was here?” You whispered to your sister.

“No, did you?”

“No.” You walked inside the house and to the living room where Ashton was sitting and drinking coffee to stay awake. Poor man lost his wife and now has lost himself.

“I’m so sorry for your loss, Mr. Kelly.” You said with a sigh, sitting down on the chair across from him.

“Thanks, what kind of questions did you need answered?” He asked, wanting to get this over and done with.

“Right, well, why don’t you tell us what you told the other Agents?” You asked gently and he sighed, telling you and your sister what he told the other Agents. When you were all done with the questions, you stood up and walked to the door.

“I wish you the best of luck moving forward Mr. Kelly.” You said with a smile, walking out the door with Amanda.

“Thank you.” He said, shutting the door.

“Who else is here? Do you recognize the names Angus and Young?” Amanda asked as you handed her the keys to the car. Ashton gave you the names of the other Agents but you figured if they were hunters, they wouldn’t give their real names.

“Wait, Angus Young is the lead guitarist for AC/DC.” You said, getting inside the car.

“Of course, you would know that.” Amanda teased, getting behind the wheel.

“Well, of course, I would. AC/DC is my favorite band. You know this,” You said, with a smile. “Hey, stop of at a diner, would you? I’m starving and I am craving some pie right now.”

“You’re always craving pie.” Your sister said, rolling her eyes as he put in her own cassette tape. Some tooty-fruity bullshit started playing and you rolled your eyes, grimacing. You didn’t like this kind of music at all.

“I’m on my period right now so if I want pie, I’m damn going to get me some pie.” You said, leaning back and let your sister worry about the traffic laws for once.

When you got to the diner, you gasped loudly, seeing the car you parked next to.

“What is it?” Your sister asked. You jumped out of the car and stared at the most beautiful black car you’ve ever seen. Your car was a beautiful black car but it was a Camaro. This was an Impala, your dream car.

“This is a 1967 Chevy Impala, Mandy. I’ve always wanted one and look at how beautiful she is!” You touched the side of the car and a giggle escaped you. You couldn’t help it. You got very excited about these kinds of things.

“Okay, come on, let’s go before the owner sees you trying to molest his car.” Amanda said, taking your arm and dragging you inside the diner.

“But Amanda!” You said once you entered. Some of the patrons looked at you but you didn’t notice it.

“No buts. You already have a car that is beautiful.” You were allowed to seat yourself so you walked to the far corner of the diner to speak about the case in private.

“Mandy, listen to me. I want that Impala. I know how to hotwire a car. I mean, I love my car but come on, that’s basically a sex car.” You said as you passed by two unbelievably handsome men. You were too busy to fully appreciate their looks. But as you passed, Dean snapped his head to yours when he heard you talking about his baby.

“There is no way in hell she is stealing my baby.” Dean said, getting up from the booth.

“Dean, come on, she was joking.” Sam said, trying to calm his brother down but Dean had his mind set. Sam sighed and also got up, following him to the table that you and your sister sat at. You two always like to sit on the same side since you found it easier to talk about things in private.

But today was not one of those days.

“So, you really think it’s a spirit?” Amanda asked, looking at the menu.

“I know it is and I’ll tell you why,” You started to say but you never got to finish the sentence because the men you passed by earlier sat across from you two. With a closer look, you were awestruck, honestly. The spikey-haired one was so damn attractive, freckles scattering his cheeks, making his beautiful green eyes pop out.

The longer-haired man was also attractive as hell with mesmerizing hazel eyes, but you were more leaning towards the older looking one. You felt your sister kick your leg and you were going to scold her for interrupting your admiration of the man but she spoke before you had a chance to.

“Who are you guys?”

“Why were you talking about my baby?” Green eyes asked. Damn, even his voice was perfect. You could definitely see it sending ripples through you if he decided to take it down a notch or so.

“Your baby? I’m sorry, you must have us confused with someone else.” You said, a polite smile on your face.

“He’s talking about his car, the Impala you mentioned earlier.” Hazel eyes said with a chuckle.

“Oh, she was just kidding you know.” Amanda said, trying to apologize for you.

“I wasn’t.” You muttered but Green Eyes must have heard you and he snapped his eyes to you.

“What was that?” He asked.

“Who are you guys?” You asked with a smile, probably pissing him off even more.

“I’m Agent Angus and this is my partner Agent Young.” Hazel eyes said with a smile.

“Wait, you’re Angus and Young?” You asked, your eyes widening with a smile.

“You know us?” Agent Angus said with a worried glance to his partner.

“You do realize Angus Young is the lead guitarist for AC/DC, right? I’m not stupid.” You laughed.

“You like that band?” Green Eyes said with a smile.

“Oh, please, don’t get her started on it.” Amanda said with a groan.

“Pushing that aside, are you the men that visited Ashton Kelly?” You asked.

“How do you know that?” Green Eyes asked suspiciously.

“See, Mandy, I told you there were other Hunters on the case.” You said, slapping your sister in the shoulder.

“I never said you were wrong about that.” She argued back.

“You’re hunters?” Your gaze was back on Hazel eyes and you nodded with a smile.

“Yes, sir and I guess we just happened to come a little bit too late for this.” You said, seeing the waitress come over. Finally, I am starving.

“What can I get you ladies today?” The waitress said with a smile, looking at the two men who have yet to tell you who they really were.

“Just skip the lunch, give me some pie, please. Like a whole pie if you have it. Preferably cherry but I will take blueberry if you don’t have cherry.” You said, staring at her. She nodded and write that down, looking at your sister.

“And for you? The same?” She asked.

“Oh, God no, I can’t put that in my body. I’ll just take a salad, please. Thank you.” She said with a smile. The waitress smiled and nodded, leaving to go put those in. You looked at the men to see them staring at you and Amanda with wide eyes and open mouths.

“Oh, sorry, I’m just really craving pie right now. Girl problems, you wouldn’t understand and I have to apologize for my sister here. She’s such a health nut. Like come on, have a little fun in life.” You said with an eye roll.

“You know, keep saying that because one day, you’re going to be all fat and I’m still going to look smoking hot and then I’ll be the one that laughs.” Your sister said, sticking her tongue out at the end.

“Hunting is my workout, Mandy, you know this,” You said, turning back to the men who were still staring at you. “Who are you guys really? I’m Y/N Y/L/N and this is my sister Amanda.”

“I think I’m in love, Sam.” Dean muttered.

“Excuse me?” You asked, your eyebrows raised.

“What he means to say is, I’m Sam Winchester and that’s my brother Dean.” Sam said with a smile.

“Winchester? Oh! I’ve heard about you from a woman named Ellen Harvelle. Wow, you two are badass. Just as well, we’re badasses too. Just ask Jody Mills. We made her police training look like a baby taking its first steps. Easy.” You said with a grin, ignoring the pains coming from your uterus.

“Sam, honestly, I think I’m in love.” Dean said, still looking at you.

“Dude,” Sam whispered but you giggled, never taking your eyes off Dean.

“So, the case, do you want us gone or not?” Amanda asked. Almost immediately, you and Dean started to protest until Sam nodded, holding his hand up to quiet you two.

“Fine, you can work with us if it means that much to you.” Sam said with a chuckle, looking at Amanda who smiled. You and Dean smiled each other and Amanda was amused at the fact you were actually falling for a guy.

To be fair, you were kind of a slut, always having a new man in your bed almost every night but you would stop that if that man was Dean Winchester. He was gorgeous and if the stories you heard about him were true, he was an amazing man.

“Great!” You said with a smile, watching as the waitress brought over the food. You immediately started digging in the pie, moaning at the taste. It was so fucking good. You looked up to see Dean staring at your pie, licking his lips. You smirked and snapped your fingers, catching his attention to your eyes.

“Want some?” You asked. He nodded and Sam laughed, seeing how smitten his brother was. That didn’t happen with Dean at all. You cut a big slice and put it on one of the spare plates.

“Wait, hold the fuck up,” Your sister said, making everyone look at her. “You don’t share your pie with anyone, Y/N. Not even me.”

“I’ll make an exception.” You said to Dean, winking at him. He smirked and took the pie you offered, eating it.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” Amanda said, eating her salad.

“so, the case, what have you got so far?” You asked the brothers, eating your pie.

“Our motel room has all of our evidence and theories if you girls want to follow us there?” Sam asked, looking at Amanda who blushed a bit under his gaze.

“Yeah, I call riding with Dean.” You said, swallowing your bite.

“What? Can’t handle my music?” Amanda teased.

“What kind of music do you listen to?” Sam asked.

“Not the rock bullshit she plays.”

“I’ll ride with you.” Sam said with a shrug, glad to get away from Dean’s music.

“Awesome! I’m done so let’s go. I get to ride in the cool car.” You stuck your tongue out to your sister, passing her the keys to your car.

“Hey, have a party. Go nuts.” She said and you and Dean left the booth, walking out of the diner.

“They left the payment with me. Just like her.” Amanda said, taking out her wallet.

“Don’t worry, I got it.” Sam said, putting money down. She smiled at Sam and bit her lip shyly.

“Thanks.” Sam nodded and smiled, standing up and grabbing his jacket. You and Dean got in his car and immediately turned up the best kind of music ever. You sang along to the hits of AC/DC and Led Zeppelin all the way to the motel room.

You hated it was such a short drive but you enjoyed it nonetheless. When Dean parked, he turned off the car but he didn’t move to get out. Neither did you. You were the first ones there so you had to wait for Sam and Amanda.

“This is such a nice car. Sorry about me wanting to steal it. I didn’t mean it.” You said, chuckling.

“Yeah you did.”

“I did a little.” You said with a giggle.

“You have a nice car too. Love the color.” Dean said. The air was thick with sexual tension even though you only met minutes ago. You shook your head, sliding close to Dean and staring into his eyes.

“Do you feel it?” You asked.

“Yeah, what do you want to do about it?” He asked.

“This,” You said, hooking your legs over his legs and settled on his lap. His hands went to your hips and your hands fisted in his hair, pulling his lips to yours, kissing him hard. He returned the favor, kissing you with just a much passion as you were giving him.

You moved your hips over his, feeling just how big he was. And this was contained in his jeans. You couldn’t wait to see what he looked like when he was naked. You snaked your tongue in his mouth but he tried to take the dominance.

Your tongue fought to dominant and he won, sliding his tongue in your mouth, exploring every inch. You moaned and pulled away from him to kiss his jaw, down to his neck. You sucked some purple marks on his neck and the noises he was making sounded too good to not stop.

You couldn’t wait to hear what your name sounded like out of his mouth. You kissed back to his lips but he bypassed your lips and went straight to your neck, giving you a show of what his mouth could do. You moaned softly and Amanda picked that time to pull up next to the Impala.

They got out and looked at the Impala to see you and Dean all over each other.

“I’m sorry, this is the kind of thing she does.” Amanda apologized for you again, walking to the door with Sam.

“No, I’m sorry, Dean does this sort of thing all the time.” Sam chuckled.

“Then I guess we might be sticking around you two a lot longer than this case.” She said with a smile.

“I guess so.” Sam said with a smile, glad to like a girl who was almost eye level with him.

Meeting the Winchesters was the best thing for you and your sister.

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Supernatural Survey

I was tagged by @emilywritesaboutdean and i think there may have been another one or two a little while ago...sorry I am a goldfish when it comes to remembering stuff.

1. What season did you start watching Supernatural? I started watched almost a year ago...so right between 11 and 12.

2. Who was the first character you fell in love with? Dean

3. Who was a character that you hated at first but grew to love? Meg...mostly due to Meg 2.0

4. Which character would you most want to be in a long-term relationship with? Sam

5. If you could go on just one date with one character, which one would you choose? Castiel

6. What would you do on the date? Probably something very traditional...dinner, movie, and then a walk. I like to think it would be like a practice date for him.

7. Which character would you most want to be like? Garth. He is kind and loyal and comfortable in his own skin and despite his quirks, he is a good hunter.

8. Which character would you most like to see brought back from the dead? Well...at this point, if they don’t bring back Cas I will be very upset...otherwise, Charlie or Eileen...or Benny.

9. Which character would you most like to punch? Lucifer...right in the dick. (Right @wheresthekillswitch?)

10. Who is your absolute favorite character? This question seems like cruel and unusual punishment. I refuse to pick one. (Sam, Dean, Cas, Bobby, Charlie, Garth, Benny)

(Questions 11-40 under the cut)

11. Which “Big Bad” do you think was the worst? BMoL was just so sneaky and vindictive. The leviathan were pretty wicked too.

12. Which character are you most like? Probably Donna. She is kind and sweet and it is often misinterpreted for naivete, and also somewhat insecure, but tries hard to get past it.

13. What death hit you the hardest? Bobby’s was pretty bad. And Jo and Ellen.

14. What season finale hit you the hardest? Well, Season 5 was just so stunningly done...but since 12 was my first one to watch without the privilege of getting to jump right into the next one...and with how many people died, probably 12.

15. What are your ten all-time favorite episodes? Bad Day at Black Rock, French Mistake, Regarding Dean, Dark Side of the Moon, Who We Are, Swan Song, Baby, LARP and the Real Girl, Mystery Spot, Plucky Pennywhistle's Magical Menagerie

16. What’s been your favorite season? I loved season 5 and 8 and 12 was pretty great too

17. Who is your favorite angel?

18. Who’s your favorite demon?

19. Who’s your favorite evil character? Abbadon was pretty evil and awesome.

20. Do you have any Supernatural ships? Besides me and Sammy (Or Cas or Dean?) I support Megstiel

21. Who’s your favorite supporting actor? Probably Kim Rhodes

22. What’s your favorite quote from the show? “It’s an alpaca, dumbass.” “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.” “I’ll go interrogate the cat.” “If you want to add glitter to that glue you’re sniffing, that’s fine. But don’t dump your wackadoo all over us, we’d rather not step in it.” “Merry fudgin’ Christmas” “Dean: Is this a fight? Are we in a fight? Castiel: This is... their handshake. Dean: I don't like it. Castiel: No one likes it.”

23. If you could cast one famous actor in an episode of SPN, who would you chose? David Tennant...and then I would want there to be some doctor who joke or reference or something. (or 50 of them)

24. If you could write your own episode, what kind of creature would you like to see included? A witch probably...there is just so much you can do with that kind of character.

25. Who’s your favorite girl that Dean’s hooked up with? Anna

26. Who’s your favorite girl that Sam’s hooked up with? Dr. Cara

27. What are some of your favorite convention moments? Never been...but basically, all of them I have found on Youtube. all of Jibcon8

28. If you were going to guest star (or be a recurring guest star) on SPN, how would you want your character described? I think I would want to be someone that doesn’t know about the monsters under the bed, but that helps the guys in some way and then has to learn the reality. Except she handles it like a badass...kinda like Jody.

29. What do you hope to see in the next season? CAS freaking coming back!

30.-40. If you had to choose…

Bobby or John? Bobby

Bela or Ruby? Bela

Jess or Madison? Jess

Jo or Lisa? Jo

Charlie or Kevin? Charlie

Balthazar or Ash? Ash

Cas or Crowley? Castiel

Ben or Claire? Claire

Jody or Donna? no...i refuse to pick one.

Sam or Dean? see above answer ^^

Tagging some who might like to participate... @hannahindie @captainradicalpassion @karlee-fay-my-wayward-son @trexrambling @fandommaniacx @fandomismyspiritanimal @yourewelcomeforbeingmyfriend

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