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Bricks (Supernatural Fanfiction)

This is a prompt from @jensenyourdeanisshowing ‘s writing prompt challenge for 200 followers! (Congratulations by the way)

Prompt: #18 “How do you politely tell someone you want to hit them in the face with a brick?” “One wishes to acquaint your facial features with a fundamental item used in building walls.”

POV: Reader

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel

Relationships: Reader x Castiel

Warnings: Explicit Language, Fluff (No smut, if y’all want some I’ll do that in another part)

Word Count: 1631

Y/N = Your name. Y/E/C= Your Eye Color.

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this and forming a story with a prompt. It’s short and sweet but, I think it gets the point across for what I wanted to happen. For the challenge, we had to keep smut less detailed just for the sake of everyone, but if y’all want me to dive into that at some point, let me know. I hope y’all enjoy! [Also, here is a masterlist of all of my fanfic’s]

You walk out to the bunker’s library where Sam and Dean are sitting across from each other, talking. You are still in your pajamas from the night before, your hair still a slight mess, and you yawn as you sit down at the table with Sam and Dean.

“Hey sleeping beauty,” Dean smirks and looks over at Sam.

“Shut it Winchester. Last night was a long night.” You rub your hands over your face, trying to wake yourself up more.

“Hey, you’re the one that wanted to drink last night, you knew what you were getting into when you tried to outpace me.” Dean laughs as he sips his coffee, Sam doesn’t speak, he just smiles.

You bite back at him, “I can handle my liquor Ken Doll,” you put emphasis on one nickname he didn’t particularly like, “We also, had just gotten back from a hunt that wasn’t exactly easy.” Dean just continues to sip his coffee and snicker.

It makes you angry when he thinks of you so small and fragile, you’re a hunter like he is, and a badass one at that. You easily kept up pace with Dean last night drinking, the hunt was what made you so tired. You were the target for the vampires nest the three of you hunted last night. 30 vampires for the three of you. Every time you’d slice a vamps head off, two more were on you. You were exhausted from the constant running and fighting when the Winchesters were off fighting a vamp at a time.

It also didn’t help that you’d barely slept for the past week, maybe 10 hours over the last 5 days. A girl needs her sleep.

You sit there fuming when the bunker’s outside door opens. You hear heavy footsteps trudge along the iron walkway and start down the stairs. You see the bottom of a trench coat and your heart flutters, butterflies fly through your stomach. You watch Castiel slowly descend down the stairs, walk through the map room and into the library to join the three of you. “Sam, Dean, Y/N,” Castiel nods his head towards the three of you, “Hello.”

You blush slightly as his cobalt blue eyes meet yours. You remember how you look, ratty pajamas and messy hair, and quickly evade your eyes towards Dean. That is a mistake. A big one. Dean sees your reaction towards Cas and loses it, “No way Y/N!” He sits up straighter in the chair, “You’re blushing towards Cas?”

Anger and frustration flows through your veins, “Dean. Shut. Up.”

Dean throws his head back and lays his hand on his stomach as he laughs, “You totally like Cas!”

Sam speaks up with his hand towards his brother, “Dean. Maybe you should cool it.” You had confided in Sam one drunken night after a Djinn hunt. Dean had been off helping out another hunter in the area tracking werewolves when you let out all of your feelings about Castiel to him. You woke up the next morning regretting it, but you knew Sam wouldn’t use it against you.  

Sam is the only person in the bunker that you can confide in. He never makes fun of you, he just listens, absorbing everything until he can respond. He is nothing like his pain in the ass brother.

Dean continues to laugh, he wipes tears from his face, “Oh c’mon Sammy. It’s cute.” He looks towards you and winks.

Your vision turns red as you stand up from the table and point your finger towards Dean, “Listen here Winchester,” you spit out his last name, “You are wrong. I was embarrassed with how I look,” you point towards yourself, “I look like a mess. Now stop being an asshole.”

You love Dean with all your heart, he is the big brother you never had, but with that means he also picks on you like a brother. It is so frustrating, especially when he points out something that is true.

He just laughs at your failed attempt at lying, “Yeah whatever Y/N.” He looks towards Castiel, “You better watch out Cas,” and winks.

“You know what Dean?” You walk out of the bunkers library back towards the hall towards your bedrooms, when you make it to the doorway you flip him off, “Fuck you.”

You walk back towards your room as you hear the boys fighting. “That was SO not cool Dean. Why did you do that to Y/N?” You smile slightly as you hear Sam sticking up for you.

Castiel’s gruff voice speaks in a firm tone, “It’s not nice to make her angry Dean. You do it on purpose.”

Dean scoffs, “C’mon guys…” He trails off, you can only assume that Castiel and Sam are giving him looks that could kill.

When you walk into your room, you shut the door hard, but didn’t exactly slam it. You flop onto your bed on your back and let out a sigh. “God he’s so fucking annoying.” You rub your hands along your face as you hear a knock at your door. Assuming it is Dean coming to ‘apologize’ you grunt out, “Go away.”

“Y/N? It’s uh, me. Castiel.”

You stand up out of bed quickly and walk towards the door, still frustrated from Dean’s remarks you yank the door open. Cas. Castiel, an Angel of the Lord was standing at your door, his brow furrowed with worry. His cobalt orbs met your Y/E/C ones, “Is-is it okay if I come in?” You nod and step back, letting the Angel into your room.

He walks into your room and stands awkwardly in the middle of it, he can sense your anger still lingering. “How do you politely tell someone you want to hit them in the face with a brick?” You mumble, “Because I want to do that to Dean.”

Cas stands in your room, seemingly deep in thought as his eyes are focused on the wall. His eyes meet yours again, “One wishes to acquaint your facial features with a fundamental item used in building walls.” He takes a step towards you, “But I don’t advise that.”

You can’t help but laugh, causing confusion to cross Castiel’s face. “Oh Cas.” You walk towards him and place your hand on his shoulder, “Your seriousness enlightens me.”

He shifts under your hand, towards you. You brush it off as Castiel just not knowing how to handle the situation. “He does that on purpose Y/N. He likes seeing you mad.”

You sigh and walk back towards your bed, “Yeah I know. It’s annoying that I give into it.”

You sit back on your bed, leaving Castiel in front of you facing away. Castiel turns towards you, “Y/N?”

You look up at him, his cobalt blue eyes staring at you, you gasp quietly at this new-found softness in them, “Yeah Cas?”

He wrings his fingers as he asks, “Wa-Was Dean telling the truth?”

You immediately look down at the floor to try and hide your blushing cheeks, “About what Cas?” You know what he is asking about, but you want to play dumb, hoping he won’t ask.

You see his shadow move while he steps towards you. “About you liking me.”

Still looking at the floor you casually say, “Why does it matter Cas?”

Your bed shifts when new weight is added beside you, “Because I want to know.” God he smells good. With Castiel sitting so close to you, you can smell the soft honey and mint scent of the beautiful angel. He pauses, waiting for you to answer. You don’t answer him and he sighs, “Y/N, look at me.” He places his hand on your chin and turns your face, so you have to look at him. His eyes are soft, curiosity and something you couldn’t quite grasp set deeply into them, “Y/N. Was he telling the truth?”

You sigh and whisper, “Yes Cas.” Your chin is still in his hand, so you can’t move to look at the floor again, you just look off towards the door of your bedroom, so you didn’t have to look into his eyes as he rejected you.

“Y/N,” he whispers softly, coaxing you to look at him again.

Tears start to form in your eyes as you look up towards him, words just falling out of your mouth like word vomit, “Listen Cas. Don’t think anything about it. I like you, but I know you don’t like me and I know this can ruin things but, I don’t want to lose you as a fri-.” His lips crash into yours, cutting you off from your rapid fire talking.

The kiss is short, but passionate. Breathlessly you say, “Cas? Wha-What was that?”

He rubs his thumb along your chin and smiles, “I like you too Y/N.”

“You do?”

His cobalt eyes stare into your Y/E/C ones, “Yes Y/N. I do.”

You smile wide, he likes you back. You softly lean towards the Angel and gently press your lips against his. Honey and mint overwhelmed your senses as his soft lips were against your chapped ones. He breaks the kiss, panting slightly as he looks into your eyes.

You are overwhelmed with happiness. The Angel that you’ve thought about often, fantasizing kissing his plump lips, snuggling against his chest, liked you back. You snuggle into his side as he wraps his arms around you tightly. You groan into his chest, concern rises in Castiel’s voice, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You look up towards him, “Dean is never going to let this go.”

He smiles, “I’ll smite him if he doesn’t.” You giggle at his comment as he kisses the top of your head.

Anything Dean has to say won’t be able to push away your happiness, he won’t get to your head this time.

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By Dawn and Blood

A/N: I know, I know, I’ve got like 5 stories I haven’t finished, but this one has been stuck with me since… I don’t even know. I need to write it, post it and get it out of my system, so sorry! I’ll get back to the other stories slowly but surely, but for now… I need to write my damn Vikings-story!

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  Story: When Dean and Sam angers a very old witch, they get transported to a foreign land in a foreign time; now they need to find their way back to their own time, whilst Dean slowly but surely gets closer and closer to the Earls daughter, a shieldmaiden.

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 Pairings: Viking!Reader x Dean

Warnings: language, mentions of blood, mentions of swordfighting, mentions of battle

 Chapter 1: the strangers

Sweat dripped into your eyes as you swirled around, shield stretched out before you – your braids stung, as they hit the back of your neck and your opponent, Arvid, grinned widely. He was sweating too, and blood trickled from the cut on his cheek.

“You’ve improved, Y/N Egildaugter.” You snarled but couldn’t help the smile from blooming. You let your shield down and bowed down to Arvid. “I’ve been trained well, Arvid Bardsson.” He grinned and threw his sword to the ground, quickly grabbing you and rubbing your hair harshly. “Your father will be proud to hear of his daughter, I promise you.” You grinned and walked arm in arm with Arvid through Holdgate – your home and your fathers Earldom. People greeted the two of you as you strolled through the square, the scent of burning wood and salted fish hanging in the air. As you reached the main hall, Arvid let your arm go and grabbed you by the shoulders, staring into your eyes.

“We’ll make a shieldmaiden of you yet, Y/N.” you grinned and slapped him lightly on the cheek. “Go tend to your wounds, Arvid. I’ll see you at the feast tonight.” He nodded and let you go, walking towards Helga’s hut – the old woman, who had become the town healer. You turned and went inside the main hall – the scent of wood, furs and mead hung in the air like a blanket, and your father sat on his chair, in a fevered discussion with his right-hand man, Frode. They looked aggravated and your father constantly spilled the mead from his horn. They both stopped dead in their discussion, when they saw you.

“Please, don’t stop on my account. I rather enjoy looking at my father getting a talking to.” Frode grinned widely. “You are still my favorite, dear Y/N.” your father rolled his eyes, but a smile played on his lips, ghosting over his harsh features. “My daughter, this has no bearing to you. Go wash off.” You raised your eyebrows. “It concerns me, if it concerns you, Father.” Frode looked from your father to you and laughed. “She truly is your daughter, Egil. I can see her hands itching for a fight. Let her know.” You father sighed and looked at you with wide eyes.

“We have trespassers. They won’t tell where they came from or who sent them. It is like a trick from the Gods, or the Earl of Dalby has sent them to spy on us.” You nodded solemnly. “What do they call themselves?” You asked. You father grinned. “Curious, are you my daughter? Ask them yourself. They refuse to tell any more.” You frowned. “Have you had them held?” He nodded. Frode laughed again. “You must learn the duties, daughter.” You sighed and nodded. “Alright. I’ll try, father.” You excused yourself and grabbed a shield on your way out, and slid a battleaxe into your belt before leaving the hall again, walking quickly towards the prison-hold.

You were curious. You wanted to see the world, the people, and you wanted to raid and fight; if the prisoners were from a foreign land, like your father so often talked about, they might give you your chance to go.

The wooden door was ajar, and the room inside was dark – you lit a torch on the side of the door and went to your knees. As your eyes adjusted, you couldn’t help but gasp – the men were enormous, like the tales of the frostgiants, and their garments looked foreign and weird. The slightly shorter one was glaring at you, but it looked like his eyes roamed you – he looked curious more than angry. The tallest one, whose hair hung low in his eyes, snorted and turned away.

“Hvem ar I?” you asked, your voice swallowed by the walls surrounding them. The shorter one grunted.

“Listen lady, we don’t talk whatever you are.” You frowned. “You speak the language?” you asked. Both of their eyes snapped to you. “You understand us?” You nodded. He was like a warrior. Broad and dark, and looked like he would be carrying a sword, had he not been bound in the hold. “I ask again. Who are you? Did Earl Dag of Dalby send you?” They both looked confused.

“Uhm… I’m Sam, this is Dean.” He pointed to himself and then the other man, whose eyes were still roaming you – he kept looking at your armor and corset, but his eyes mostly stood fast at your axe. “I know it’s a good axe. I got it for my nameday.” You said with a slight smile. His head whipped up and he blushed slightly. He reminded you of the young boys who had just started growing beards.

“we’re brothers. Are you… Where are we?” the taller one, Sam, asked again. You shifted your weight, so you could cross your legs and sit comfortably. They seemed somewhat sane, and you didn’t feel threatened – more curious than anything.

“I’m the Earls daughter. You are in our home, Holdgate.” The shorter one nodded. He was a pretty man – he reminded you of Bjorn, the fiercest warrior in your homestead. His eyes were curious, and he looked ready to fight, even though his hands were tied behind his back. He looked strong.

“Holdgate?” He asked. His voice sounded like honeymead, like the one your mother made when you were sick. You nodded. “Oh, fuck.” He looked at his brother, who looked equally worried.

“The damn witch sent us to the goddamn Vikings.”

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Let You Be Right

Summary: Dean and the reader are arguing after a bad hunt. Loosely based on Let you be Right by Meghan Trainor. 

Word Count: 748

Pairings: Dean x Reader 

Warnings: Childish behavior (if that’s even a warning) 

You were currently driving through Texas, you didn’t know if it was the heat, driving, or being around each other too long. But you and Dean were arguing like cats and dogs. It started over what you wanted to play on the radio, then it was where to stop to eat, and then where to stop for gas. You knew there was a reason why Dean kept picking fights with you but he wouldn’t say it out loud.

You weren't in the mood for fighting so you finally blurt it out, “What is your problem Dean?”

He was taken back by the sudden question, “The way you handled that Vamp hunt, you could have gotten us killed.”

You scoffed, “But we’re still alive aren’t we?”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Listen, it was a rookie move and you know it. You walked in there with your head held so high that you didn’t think they could have been waiting for us in there.”

You looked at him sternly, “So I’m bad at my job now? As far as I am concerned I saved your ass in there. You had three of them on you and who was the one that knocked the heads off of those pricks. Oh that’s right, me.”

Dean looked right back at you clearly irritated, “I never said you were bad at your job (Y/N). You are a great hunter but what the hell were you thinking?”

You rolled your head back and laughed, “You can try to make me feel bad all you want Dean, but it’s not going to work. So please back the fuck off.”

It was dead quiet in the car and you knew Dean was pissed so you both just kept your eyes on the road. Dean pulled off the next exit and drove towards the nearest gas station. You were beyond irritated at the man next to you and when he finally parked you jumped out of the car. You decided to be nice and ask Dean if he wanted anything from inside.

“Do you want anything from inside?”

He gave no answer, so you asked again. “Dean do you want anything from inside?”

Still no answer, Dean just walked over to the passenger side and started to pump the gas. The fucking asshole was ignoring you. Rolling your eyes you went inside, going down the snack aisle you picked out a few of your favorites. Then you walked over to the drinks and pulled out something for yourself and then a six pack for Dean. Paying for your things you went back outside. Dean was waiting for you inside the car, sitting back down you placed the bag in between your legs. You finally felt cooled down from your argument and decided you were going to make peace with the six pack of beer.

You reached down and pulled a beer from one of the plastic rings and handed it to Dean. When he pushed it away you started to feel bad, you sighed and gave up. He was acting super childish and you wanted your boyfriend back. You wanted to joke around with him and kiss him, but with him ignoring you that wasn’t going to happen. You were sick of arguing for the night and you decided to let him be right.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Dean didn’t respond. So you spoke a little louder, “I’m sorry Dean, you were right. I shouldn’t have gone into the nest head first.”

Dean finally looked at you, “Damn right you shouldn’t have.”

You thought he would have been a little more caring but you should have known better. He probably hated you for putting his life at risk all because your pride got the best of you. You thought you were invincible and didn’t think about the other person with you. Starting to sniffle a little bit you turned your head towards the window. What you didn’t expect was Dean’s comforting hand on your leg rubbing up and down. You turned to look at him with tears still in your eyes.

“I’m really sorry,” you said rubbing your eyes.

Dean nodded, “I know. What can we do to fix this?”

Stopping at a red light, you looked over at the man sitting next to you with red light casting over him.

You smiled, “Just kiss me you idiot.”

Dean complied immediately and placed his lips on yours. “Better now?”

You smiled again and nodded, “so much better.”

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The Littlest Winchester

Author: @justawaywardwinchester

Description: Y/N and Dean prepare for the newest member of the Winchester family. Little do they know, she was closer than they thought.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Baby Winchester

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of pregnancy, birth, labor pain. And SO. MUCH. FLUFF.

Word Count: 1621

A/N: This is my first fic! Domestic Dean is my JAM, and my baby fever has been off the charts lately (I’m getting married in a couple months, don’t judge me). So come wallow with me! Thank you so much to my wonderful Sammy #jensenyourdeanisshowing and my beautiful twin @team-free-will-you-idjits-67 for the beta!!!! 💜💜💜💜💜

You felt like a whale. No, not even. A blimp. A fucking Goodyear blimp at a football game.

Looking down at your gigantic belly wondering if you would ever see your feet again, you felt your insides move. “Woah there, little one. Watch where you stretch those legs!”, you chuckled to yourself.

Nesting mode was in full overdrive. You couldn’t help yourself but arrange and then rearrange everything in her room. The blankets always seemed out of place, the clothes needed to be organized in the closet, and the stuffed animals needed to placed perfectly in her crib. And the house would never be clean enough.

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Dean had never seen you look more beautiful than you did in this moment, while you were humming to yourself and folding onesies, using your beach ball of a belly as a makeshift table. He leaned against the door frame to watch you, a warm smile coming across his face. The subtle hue of sundown only accentuated your pregnancy glow. Every now and then, you would place your hand on your belly reactively as she squirmed around inside you. You had been carrying his daughter for what seemed like a lifetime and he was so incredibly anxious to meet her.

“Hey, baby.” His soothingly deep voice made your heart flutter.

“Dean! What are you doing home?! I thought you were spending the week with Sam?” You set down the clothes and practically ran to him. He was only gone for a couple of days, but you missed him much more than you thought you would. He was trying to get in one last run with his brother before the baby came and your social lives vanished.

“I couldn’t stay away from you two any longer. Sam understood. He may have laughed at me first, but he understood. After all, it is kind of a big deal.” He smirked. He pulled you to his chest and kissed the top of your head. Then he stepped back and crouched down in front of you. With both hands on the sides of your belly, he gently rested his forehead against you and spoke in a low, velvet tone. “Hey, baby girl. Daddy missed you.”

You beamed down at him and ran your hand through his hair. “Well, you’re just in time to help. Will you hang the last of these clothes in the closet?”

He rolled his eyes playfully as he grabbed a few outfits and started to put them on hangers. You asked him about his time with Sam during the last, albeit short, retreat. He told you they took the Impala out to the lake and spent some time fishing. Taking another handful of adorably small newborn clothes, he told you how Sam kept tangling up his line on some reeds. You threw your head back with laughter, picturing the giant moose of a man grappling with a silly fishing rod. He turned back toward the closet, boasting about a whopper of a fish he almost snagged, when he heard you cry out.

“HOLY MOTHER OF…!” you exclaimed. A monster contraction rocked through you like lightning.

“Y/N?!? Are you alright?!? Talk to me!” Dean was panicking while you remained silent, trying to breathe through the pain.

After it passed, you started counting. Dean just stood there watching you. Ten minutes later another one came, crashing through you and causing you to double over.

Your tall, gruff, and let’s be honest, Adonis of a husband was turning to mush right in front of you. “Sweetheart! Please tell me what’s happening! What can I do?!”

“I’m fine babe” you assured him once you came down from the scorching pain. “It was just a contraction. They’re only ten minutes apart, but I think it’s almost show time.”

“Are you sure?! We can head to the hospital right now!” He started to scramble for his keys and your hospital bag that was already by the door.

You just stood there for a second, amused at him running around like a headless chicken. “Dean.” You rolled your eyes. “I. am. fine. I promise.” you insisted. You tried reaching out to him as he rushed by you. “Dean, please stop.” The man was a tornado, trying to pack his own bag and make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything. “WINCHESTER!” you hollered to break him from his daze. He halted, staring at you like he was waiting for you to combust. You brought your hands up to his face and stared into those emerald green eyes that sent you over the edge every single time. “Aren’t you supposed to be the fearless one?” you teased. “We are going to be relaxed and calm and fine.” You took a deep breath in, giving him a look that he should follow suit. You both exhaled and regrouped.

You went to pick up your bag, but he reached it first. “Nope. No way you’re carrying that.” You glared at him for his reprimand. The Impala was already running. He threw the bag into the backseat and you slowly lowered yourself into the front seat.

God, you were huge.

———

With vision blurry and beads of sweat rolling down your face, you took a deep breath and pushed as hard as you possibly could. “You’re doing great, sweetheart. We’re almost there.” He said quietly trying to ease you through the pain. He was cradling you while you labored to bring his daughter into the world, not even flinching when you squeezed his hand with all your might. In between your contractions, he marveled at you, mystified by your feminine power. A goddess of strength. He was in absolute awe over you and how you were a freaking warrior; more so than when you were hunting all those years ago, and that was saying something.

One final push brought the sweetest sound you had ever heard. Her cries pierced your heart and the tears began to flow. They placed her on your chest, still messy from birth, but you didn’t even notice. You kissed her head and sobbed quietly as the hormones consumed you. Dean watched you with his own tears falling, thanking his lucky stars a thousand times over for giving him this life.

The nurse took her away to be cleaned up and you whimpered after her. “I’ll bring her right back, Mrs. Winchester.” She was back after what seemed like far too long and placed her in your arms. She was warm and smelled like heaven. Her pink beanie and hospital blanket swaddled around her was almost too much. You were sure your heart was going to explode.

“Baby,” you said, looking up at your husband, “Are you ready to meet your girl?” The tears spilling from his eyes silently answered your question. “Daddy, meet Piper. Piper Isabel Winchester.”

Dean tore himself from staring at her face to look at you, still stunned that she was actually here. The miracle you had both been waiting on for nine long months was really here and finally in his arms. “Piper?” He asked. His eyes sparkled with adoration as he looked back at his new baby girl, who had begun to stir. Without looking up, a large smile spread across his face. “Awesome.” he whispered, not wanting to wake her.

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It had been barely a month since you returned home as a family of three. Sleep was all but a distant memory. You felt like your head had just hit the pillow when your daughter’s cries came from the bassinet once again. “Dean.” you mumbled. “Get her so I can feed her.”

He buried his head deeper into his pillow and groaned. Nothing. She kept wailing. You grabbed your pillow and smacked him with it. “Okay! I’m up!” he growled. He got up and reached over next to him, gently cradling her as he came back to bed. He placed her in yours arms so you could nurse her.

“Thanks babe. You can go back to sleep now. I’ll put her back when I’m done.” You could see what no sleep had done to Dean and it was not pretty. “Really, it’s fine. Go back to bed. At least one of us should get it while we can” you chuckled quietly.

“Nah, it’s alright. I’ll keep you company” his warm smile melted you on the spot. You nursed Piper as he beamed at you, his heart overflowing with the sight of his two favorite girls together. He never imagined having one woman who held his heart, let alone two, and never one that he would have made with his love.

You aimlessly chatted and reminisced about the old days, voices low as to not wake her.

Once she was done, you placed her back in her bassinet. Feeling absolutely drained, you climbed back into bed and snuggled up into Dean’s chest. His muscled arms wrapped around your waist. “Y/N?” You felt his voice rumble in his chest.

“Yeah, babe?” Your eyes were closed, already half asleep.

“I love you” he murmured.

You opened your eyes and pulled away to look into his. “I love you, Dean. More than anything.”

With a kiss on your forehead, he pulled you back into his chest and rested his head on the pillow. Soon, he was softly snoring.

You closed your eyes and focused on Dean’s chest, rising and falling with every breath. Your heart was unconditionally full. It was going to be a steep learning curve, settling in with a newborn. After all, she was a Winchester. You knew you were going to have a troublemaker on your hands.

You couldn’t wait to see where this new adventure took you, Dean, and now the littlest Winchester.

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[queen-of-the-avengers]

I’m Not Playing These Games

Characters: Steve x Reader, Tony, Clint, JARVIS

Word Count: 1,410

Warnings: So much fluffy steve

Summary: You, Tony, Clint, Natasha, and Sam are all on a team to see if you can hide Cap’s shield without him knowing. It’s your turn to hide his shield and this is what happens.

Author’s Note: This is my first time writing Peter. I hope this doesn’t come off as forced. I don’t know. Let me know what you think of this fic. If you want to be tagged, check this document out! Thank you to @jensenyourdeanisshowing for giving this story a look over!

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“Okay, it’s your turn to hide it. And be quick because he’s coming back.” Tony said to you with a mischievous grin, while shoving Steve’s shield in your hands. You grinned and held the heavy piece of metal, looking at the design.

“Then you better stall him. I know the perfect hiding place.” You smirked before running off with the shield. This is one of the things you, Tony, Sam, Clint, and Natasha love doing while Steve was away without his shield. You teamed up against Steve and whenever you can, you hid his shield in places Steve wouldn’t normally look. It was hilarious to prank him since he’s the most innocent one of the group. That’s what he gets for being stuck in the ice for 70 years.

You quickly hid the shield even though it took a while to get it where you wanted it to be. With the help of JARVIS, you got it in place and was back downstairs just in time to not be suspicious.

“Where were you?” Steve asked when you walked into the main room. You looked at Tony and Clint before looking at Steve.

“Bathroom.”

“Oh, okay. Well, I brought home food if you’re hungry.” You smiled and walked to Steve, kissing his cheek. That was a normal thing you did to him so he didn’t think anything of it.

“Thanks, Steven.” You grinned before walking to the kitchen. You knew he hated it when you called him by his full name but after a while, he only let you call him that name. Anyone else and he would punch their lights out.

You had a crush on the superhuman for a while now but never said anything. He flirts with you from time to time but it was never anything serious. You knew he had a hard time adjusting to the modern world, and you’ve always thought that adding a relationship to that wouldn’t be good for him so you left it alone.

You grabbed some of the food that Steve brought you and walked back over to the couch and sat on it, looking at Tony and Clint. You knew they wanted to know where you hid the shield, but you would tell them once Steve left.

“Hey, Steve, you mind doing something for me?” You spoke up, catching the cap’s attention.

“Sure, what do you need?” Steve is always one for helping out and you love him for that.

“Can you please go in my room and grab my box of video games? Didn’t I promise you that I would teach you to play some of them?”

“Hell yeah. I’ll be right back.” Steve grinned before leaving you alone with the other two men.

“Where’d you hide it?” Tony asked of you the second Steve was out of sight.

“On the roof. I had JARVIS help me pose it as a satellite.” You grinned.

“You did not. We always kept it in the house.” Clint said.

“I know which is why I didn’t.” You said with a smart tone of voice.

“He’ll never find it up there.” Tony grinned right before Steve came back with the box of video games. Tony and Clint got up and left, leaving you and Steve alone.

A few days had passed and there hadn’t been a word of the missing shield. You knew Steve would need it soon but you didn't know when he would go looking for it. You were just glad you picked Steve’s shield to hide instead of Thor’s hammer. That shit can’t be hidden even if you buried it in concrete.

There weren’t any missions going on so you decided it would be a good time to relax and play some video games. You loved playing video games but you think Peter had something to do with that since whenever he’s over, he would play with you.

Steve, on the other hand, went looking for his shield. He checked the places he thought he put it but it wasn’t there. I mean how could he have lost a large, bright red, heavy shield?

As he was looking through his room, he stopped short. He knew the other Avengers teamed up against him to hide his shit and he knew that one of you hid his shield. He rolled his eyes and walked out of his room since he knew it wouldn’t be there. He decided to check the hiding places he knew of already even though he knew it probably wouldn’t be there.

“JARVIS, where is my shield? I know one of them hid it and I know you know where it is.” Steve said to the computer system in the tower.

“Snitches get stitches, Captain,” JARVIS replied as Steve groaned. They even got JARVIS on their side and without his help, this could be impossible. Tony had a lot of secret compartments in this tower that he didn’t know about. Steve shook his head and put his hands on his hips, trying to think of where it might be.

Realizing a way to figure it out, he sought you out. Out of everyone in the tower, you were the easiest to crack. You’ve been kicked out of poker night because you would be the first to lose every single time. You’ve been the last to know about important things because you would always spoil it for everyone else. You weren’t allowed to watch a movie first that everyone else wanted to watch because you would spoil that too.

The only reason you were on this secret hiding team was because you loved pranks and the only thing better than gossiping was seeing Steve or whoever else squirm because of something you did. You were trying to prove yourself worthy to be back in these groups and on these teams and you figured if you could prove to Tony and the rest with this game, they would let you back on.

You just started a new game when you heard Steve’s heavy footsteps walk towards the room you were in. Your eyes widened when you knew what he was coming to you for. If he got to you, you knew he would get you to talk and you needed to prove yourself worthy.

“Y/N!” Steve yelled for you and you immediately sprung off the couch, running for the door. Before Steve could get to the door to the room you were in, you booked it out of there, running away from him.

“I’M NOT TELLING YOU!!!” You yelled, trying your best to get away from him. Steve grinned maliciously and sprinted after you, knowing he would catch you. He was way faster than you, Natasha, Sam and even Clint. You looked behind you to see Steve gaining on you and you squealed, trying to run faster.

“No! Get away from me!!” You yelled and you spotted the elevator that was open. Someone must have gotten off. That or JARVIS decided to help you out and open it for you. If you could make it to the elevator, you would be free of Steve.

Just as you were about to reach the elevator, Steve’s arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into him. You screamed in surprise and immediately, Steve started to tickle your side. Everyone knew you were ticklish and you hated it!

“Tell me where my shield is,” Steve said with a smile, moving his fingers over your sides and stomach. You squealed in laughter and tried to get away from him and to the elevator but you were much weaker than him, especially if you were being tickled.

“I don’t know! Steve stop!!” You laughed but he wouldn’t give up.

“I know you know where it is. Tell me!” You thought you could handle the feeling, hoping that someone would come to your rescue but you couldn't take anymore.

“Okay! Okay! On the roof! I hid it on the roof!” You confessed and immediately Steve backed off. The elevator doors closed and you knew that you were off this team. JARVIS would tell someone and if not him, then Steve would.

“You are kicked off the team!” You and Steve turned your head and looked down the hall to see Tony peeking his head out of a room he was in.

“Steven!” You yelled, hitting him in the chest. All he did was laugh as started towards the roof to get his shield back.

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Bookcaseninja’s 300 Follower Challenge

As the title says, I reached 300 followers today!

So in honor of that, I’m going to start my first ever challenge!

And the theme of the challenge is soulmate AUs!

About the Challenge:

Fics are due October 1st.

You must be following me in order to participate. This is a follower challenge, after all!

There is no word limit.

Please don’t get too carried away with the angst. If you do choose to write some, that’s fine, but it must have a happy ending.

No A/B/O or incest of any sort, please.

Smut is also okay, just make sure you tag it accordingly.

You can use one of the AUs listed in the links below the cut or you can use one of your own, just specify if you’re using one of your own.

You must use one of the pairing listed below the cut.

And have fun!

How to Enter:

Send me an ask containing your pairing and the soulmate AU you wish to write.

How to Post:

Please put all relevant info (title, pairing, fandom, warnings) at the top your fic when you post it.

Tag me and send me a link to it so I can find it. If I haven’t reblogged it, it means I haven’t seen it.

 Use the tags #Bookcaseninja’s300FollowerChallenge or #Bookcaseninja’sSoulmate!AUChallenge as one of the first five tags on your fics.

Pairing and AUs below the cut

Pairings:

Reader Inserts:

Any character from Supernatural or Star Trek AOS/TOS

John Kennex

Vascar, a.k.a, Black Hat

Siberius Vaako

Gavin Magary

John Grimm

Vincent Stevens

Danny Gallagher

Dredd

Diana Prince

Steve Trevor

Ships:

McCastiel (Castiel/Leonard McCoy)

Reapnex

McKirk

McSpirk

I’m also open to any of these ships with reader inserts, such as McCastiel x reader.

Soulmate AUs:

Here, and here.

Tagging: @queenmismatched, @annathewitch, @yallneedtrek, @musikat18, @goingknowherewastaken, @xx-multi-fandom-imagines, @jensenyourdeanisshowing

[waywardnerd67]

Kiss Me

Summary: After dancing around, one another Dean and Katherine final go out on a date. Ship Pairing: Dean Winchester x Katherine (@dean-winchesters-bacon) Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 547 A/N: As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

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Katherine was swaying her hips to the song on the radio as she finished baking a couple of pies for the guys. Dean had called her saying they were finishing up a case nearby and she invited them to stay at her place instead of some dingy motel.

As the pies were cooling she went back into her bedroom looking over herself one last time. She smoothed out her blue blouse that brought out her eyes and turned to the side looking over her curves covered by her favorite pair of jeans. Her light brown hair was pinned back away from her face and she touched up what little make-up she had on.

She met the Winchesters years ago and instantly became good friends with them. Sam and she would talk about books they had recently read, and Dean would go on about the latest monster he killed. She loved them both, but her heart only belonged to one of them. Katherine heard a knock at the door.

Walking towards it she looked through the peephole seeing Dean shuffling from one foot to the other seemingly nervous. She opened the door chuckling, “Did you forget how to use the door?” she asked looking around for Sam. “Where’s Sam?”

Dean looked down at her with rosy cheeks and a bashful smile, “Sammy is doing some research at a motel. I thought maybe… we could um… we could go out just the two of us.” He stammered biting his lip.

“Go out? Like a date?” Katherine questioned as he nodded.

He brought his arm from behind his back holding out some flowers for her. Her mind was reeling from the notion of him wanting to go on a date with her. She motioned for him to come in as she took the flowers from him.

They walked into the kitchen as she grabbed a vase filling it with water. She heard a small gasp from Dean as he was hovering over the pies cooling on the counter. “You made pies. Mmm…” He moaned smiling happily.

“We can have some later and one of them has to be shared with Sam.” She said as Dean pouted.

Dean took Katherine to a small restaurant for dinner afterwards walking along the street eating ice cream cones and talking. They found a bench to sit on looking up at the stars quietly enjoying each other’s company. When they were walking back his hand slipped into hers lacing their fingers together. Everything about them seem to fit perfectly together and Katherine sent up a small pleading prayer that she was not dreaming.

After a slice of pie, Katherine settled into Dean’s side on her couch as they watched a movie on Netflix. She noticed he kept looking down at her and his fingers were fidgeting nervously against her arm. “What is it Dean?” she asked.

“I don’t want this night to end, but I know I have to leave in the morning. For the first time I don’t want to screw this up and I’m scared that I’m…” Dean stopped when Katherine placed her finger over his lips.

“Dean, shut up and kiss me.” She said smiling up at him.

His smile was breathtaking as he leaned in pressing his soft lips against hers.  

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Followers’ Favorite Fics for 1500

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WRITERS OF TUMBLR ASSEMBLE.

First of all, who doesn’t enjoy a little alliteration? (I know Jim Halpert does!)

I’m getting close to my 1,500 follower milestone and for my follower celebration I want to celebrate YOU-- the badass humans and writers of Tumblr! I know a lot of you guys write your own fanfiction, and that’s honestly a huge part of why I get on Tumblr! (and, you know, why I joined in the first place) So I’m using it as a thank you for reading my work or just tolerating my ridiculous hype and sexy man posts. 

I don’t know about you, but I’ve read some fics that I’ve saved so I can selfishly reread them over and over again, some that have changed my life, and some that have made me sit here like

So with that being said...all you really have to do is TAG ME in your favorite work you’ve created so far. And then, you know, there’s a few other guidelines. haha. I’m a liar.

I’ll be petty and go first. Why? BECAUSE IT’S MY CHALLENGE AND I CAN! Muahahahahaha. Also, if someone else was doing this for their challenge, I’d want to know what their favorite works are.

Fav things I’ve written so far:

Fav. One Shot: Magnolias in the Country (Supernatural; Dean x reader angst)

Fav. Series: I’m No Hero (Marvel; Bucky x reader)

You don’t have to be following me but

Here are the rules:

This is OPEN TO ANYONE! TAG YOUR WRITING FRIENDS! Tag me in your absolute fav fic you’ve ever written or try your hand at writing for the first time!

I would prefer it be your favorite one shot, BUT I can’t help what your wonderful heart is proud of. It can be a series, but try to point out a specific part that was your fav. Like “part 7”. If you choose to shoot me a series, keep in mind it’ll take me a while to get to it because I’m forever behind on notifications.

It can be any genre-- fluff, smut, angst-- just tag the warnings accordingly.

Please, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD, use the “Keep Reading” function if it’s over 500 words. It’s a beautiful tool :) And, unfortunately, I might not reblog if you don’t use it because I hate to clog my followers’ dashes.

It can be ANY FANDOM. Yep. I’m into SPN and Marvel, but I would never hold it against you if you wrote something for another fandom. Everyone has their favs, and who knows? Maybe someone will see your story on this masterlist (or vice versa), and you’ll find new friends to follow!

TELL ME WHY it’s your favorite or why you’re especially proud of it. Because I’m nosy and love hearing about why things matter to you. You can be as detailed or vague as possible. If it’s cool with you, I might even include a snippet of your explanation in the masterlist. Idk friends, I’m making this up as I go.

Haven’t written anything, but always thought about it?? Now’s your chance to give it a shot!! Writing has been such a wonderful outlet for me, and some of my friends that hesitated to share their stuff at first have really taken off with it. There’ll be no judgement from any of us, and this is a great chance for you to get your feet wet! Don’t ever let your fear of it “being bad” hold you back-- I promise whatever you create will strike a chord with someone and they’ll love it.

Try to send me an ask to let me know you’re wanting to participate! This will help me be a little more organized, keep an eye out for your tag, and make sure I include everyone that wants to participate. But definitely make sure you tag me in the A/N and use the tag #CapsFollowerFav1500

Make sure you tag me/send your submission by August 31.

YOU GUYS are the reason I’m almost to 1500, so I want to celebrate you, spread good vibes, and give you a never-ending list of kick ass stuff to read. You’re always here to cheer me on or build me up, and I want to help spread your work/HYPE you up in any way I can. So thank you for being you.

And, most importantly, sometimes it’s cool to go back and sift through old things we’ve written so we can fall in love with the story and the characters all over again. <3

SORRY FOR SO MANY WORDS.

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Cap’s SPN Crew:

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[team-free-will-you-idjits-67]

Fire (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Another prompt for @jensenyourdeanisshowing ‘s 200 followers writing competition! Congratulations on 300 hun! 

Prompt #8: "One day you'll wake up and realize how perfect she was. But when that day comes, she will be waking up next to the man that already knew."

Description: After the Mark took over Dean, turning him into someone you barely knew, you went to Sam for comfort. You both wanted Dean back, but you weren’t getting anywhere through research. You felt defeated and broken, watching Dean break all of his promises to you. You began to hate the man you used to love, and started to feel for the one struggling along side you. 

POV: Female Reader

Relationship: Sam x Reader, mention of past Dean x Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Demon!Dean Winchester, Reader

Warnings: Explicit Language, Fluff, Implied Smut

Word Count: 2456

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Six months.

That's how long it's been since the mark took over Dean. Your Dean.

He wasn't your Dean anymore though. He was a Demon. A thing you hunted. A thing you killed.

Both you and Sam poured over hours of lore, trying to find a cure for his brother. At first, you were adamant about the research. You wanted your best friend and lover back. You wanted your Dean back. The one who was gentle, caring, and so sweet.

Sam let Dean stay in the bunker with you both just so Dean was still somewhat home. After a while, Dean betrayed you, broke you apart into so many pieces, you had no idea if there was ever going to be a point that you would be whole again.

You understood that the new Demon part of him was what was causing him to make these decisions, but at the same time, it was still somewhat Dean. It wasn't a demon possessing him, Dean's soul had literally turned into a demon's soul.

Dean broke all of this promises to you. Always being by your side, you being his only girl, protecting you at all costs, keeping you safe.

He waltzed around the bunker will all sorts of half-naked women, smirking at you, knowing it broke your heart more and more with every woman. He was reckless when it came to your safety. You and Sam had decided to let him come along on a hunt a couple times, every time resulting in you having broke bones and deep cuts. You were just bait for him to use, he liked watching you get hurt.

You broke away from the research, a shell of a person. Even though this wasn't your Dean, you were never going to be able to forgive him. He still knew what he was doing, he remembered his promises, he chose to do this. He liked watching you suffer.

Sam was there with you through everything. He was your shoulder to cry on, your outlet, and eventually your best friend. You felt like you didn't deserve him in a way, but you both were struggling. You both needed each other.

In the beginning, when Dean really started to break away at you, he and Sam had gotten into a fight. Sam had just finished comforting you for an hour after seeing him walk in with his third woman of the week. You were in the bunkers kitchen, but you could hear their fight in the map room.

"Dean. Why are you doing this to Y/N?"

"Doing what?" You could almost hear the smirk on his face, making your blood boil and tears threaten to escape your eyes.

"You know what you are doing to her Dean. You're hurting her. Not only mentally and emotionally, you are physically as well. What the hell is wrong with you? She was your everything, I would have thought that would have at least stayed the same when you became a black-eyed asshole."

Dean laughed, loudly, "I'm not that same person anymore Sammy." Tears were silently rolling down your face, "I don't need Y/N. Not anymore."

Sam sighed, exasperated, "One day you'll wake up and realize how perfect she was. But when that day comes, she will be waking up next to the man that already knew."

You could hear Sam walking away from Dean as he was laughing, making you run back to your bedroom before either of them could know you heard their whole fight.

Dean would leave the bunker for days, sometimes weeks at a time to help Crowley out, leaving you and Sam alone. Things eventually started to become more between the two of you, but you both always tip-toed around doing anything about it. You both didn't know how Dean would react if he saw you two together.

Sam was different from his brother. He had a different warmth that radiated from him, warming the cold pit in your chest. He smelled earthy and slightly like cinnamon opposed to Dean's leather and whiskey smell. Although he wasn't as into brute force as his brother, he was intelligent. He quickly could solve problems and get you out of situations that could very well harm someone during hunts. His smile was contagious, causing you to smile along with him. Not to mention, he was good looking, both Winchesters were, but Sam didn't show off his looks like his brother did. Most of all, he constantly showed you that he cared about you. Not that Dean didn't, it's just Sam was more open about it. He would show you in front of people anywhere, while Dean was more of a 'behind closed doors' carer.

Sam had slowly put you back together, gluing your broken pieces together.

Dean had been gone for a couple days, both of you had no idea when he would be back. You and Sam were sitting in the bunker's library, sifting through lore. You were reading through lore of Norse God's, while Sam was looking for a way to cure Dean completely, demon and mark.

You were so immersed in your book that you jumped slightly when Sam spoke, "Y/N?"

You looked over at him, the giant moose was softly smiling at you sweat forming on his head, "What's up Sam?"

He cleared his throat, "What do you think about going out tonight? Get out of the bunker, grab some food?"

You smiled, "Like a date?"

He chuckled, "Yeah. I guess like a date."

You went back to your lore and flipped the page, you could hear him sigh thinking you rejected him, "So what time are we leaving then?"

"Uh, wanna say six?"

You looked back up at him and raised your eyebrow, "I don't have to dress up do I?"

He laughed, "No. No fancy places."

You smiled at him, "Then it's a date," and winked.

He was still grinning when he looked back down to the book that was in front of him.

Six o'clock rolled around quickly. You had put on subtle makeup, pulled your hair up into a messy, but cute bun, and wore your classic jeans, combat boots, and flannel. But this was your nice flannel. It hadn't seen a hunt yet, no tears, cuts or bullet holes were in this one. You wanted to look somewhat nice, this was the most effort you had put into your appearance in months.

You walked to the garage to meet Sam, his eyes trailed over you for a second, ending on your face, "You look beautiful Y/N."

You blushed slightly and giggled, "Not as good as you." You eyed him carefully, his classic combo of jeans, boots, and a flannel were on him. His flannel just accentuated his muscles in all the right ways. You caught yourself before you started to drool and walked to the door of Sam's 2006 Dodge Charger. You were kind of surprised he had kept it, thinking it would remind him of his Soulless Sam phase. "Ready to go?"

He laughed, and opened the driver's side door, "Yeah, let's go."

Sam drove you both to a local diner, small, slightly dated, but it had great food.

The waitress seated you both, eyeing Sam in the process. You couldn't blame her, Sam was a good-looking man, but it caused slight jealousy to rise and resonate in your chest. It made you feel slightly better when Sam brushed off the waitress trying to flirt with him.

You both had ordered salads but decided to get a plate of loaded fries to share. Of course, the salads came out first, but it just made you guys eat slowly. You talked for long periods of time in between bites about dream vacation spots, local events you wanted to check out at some point and even joked around.

Nothing about hunting.

Nothing about Dean.

It was nice to forget about everything back at the bunker and be somewhat normal for once.

Dinner had seemed short, but when you looked at your phone, it was 8:40 PM. Your jaw dropped slowly, and you looked up at Sam, "Holy shit Sam. We've been here for almost 3 hours."

He chuckled, "That's what happens when you're having fun," he winked, causing you to blush. He threw cash on the table and stood up, extending his hand towards you, "Ready to go?"

You took his hand and giggled, "Why thank you good sir," you winked, "Yeah I'm ready to go."

You both didn't let go of each other's hands after you got up, or after you walked out of the dinner. You reluctantly let go of each other when you got to the car, only because you both needed to get in on opposite sides. As soon as you were buckled, your hand slid over the middle console and onto Sam's thigh while he got buckled and started the car.

It was nice to be out with Sam. If someone told you five months ago that you would feel the way you do about Sam, you would have laughed.

You decided you weren't going to tip-toe around this anymore. Who cares what Dean thinks? He said he didn't need you anymore.

Sam's hand found yours when he began to drive home, and he squeezed it softly. You were looking out the cars window when he squeezed your hand again and spoke, "What are you thinking about?"

You turned towards him, his gaze focused on the dark road ahead, "Us."

His eyes left the road for a second, "Us?"

You looked out the windshield and sighed, "Yeah. Us. I don't think we should just tip-toe around Dean anymore. Who cares what he thinks. He's made it very clear that he doesn't want or care about me." Sam squeezed your hand again, "And honestly Sam?" You turned towards him, "I don't want him either. I don't care about him anymore." You sighed and played with a free strand of hair that was in your face, "I care about you," your voice quieted, "I want you."

You both acknowledged you had feelings for each other months prior, but you didn't know how Sam felt about things now.

He was silent for a while, mulling over what you said, which made you nervous. He looked at you briefly and smiled, "Okay."

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, "Okay?"

He chuckled, "Yeah. Okay. Who cares what Dean thinks. We deserve to be happy." He pulled into the bunkers garage, cut the engine and leaned towards you in the car. He left enough room for you to back out if you wanted to, but you closed the distance between the two of you. Your lips connected, sending a shiver down your spine. He lips were soft and gentle against your slightly chapped ones. You were a little embarrassed that you hadn't put chapstick on before hand but, you could tell that he didn't mind.

He broke the kiss, smiling, as you panted slightly, "Let's go inside."

You smiled and nodded. You both exited the Charger and walked towards the bunker door. Sam's hand slipped easily into yours as you walked into the bunker.

It wasn't long before you made it to the map room, you lead Sam over towards the table and sat on top of it, positioning him in between your legs. You smiled at his confused look, "I want to let things last a little, especially since no one's home."

He smiled and leaned towards you, your lips connected again, but harder and more passionate this time. You melted into him, your hands tangled into his hair, one of his hands on your face and the other on your back when you heard a gruff voice, "Get. Away. From. Her."

Sam whirled around, in a protective stance in front of you, "When did you get back?"

You peaked around Sam's massive frame to see Dean. Eyes black, chest puffing. "What do you want Dean?"

His eyes focused on you, turning back to their classic emerald green, "Why are you kissing my brother. You're not his," he hissed.

You hopped off the table, stood in front of Sam, crossed your arms over your chest and raised your brow at him, "Then whose am I?"

"Mine," he growled.

"The fuck I am." You walked towards Dean with your finger pointing towards him, "I am not yours Dean Winchester. Not anymore. You had your chance. You blew that months ago."

His gaze hardened on you and his lips twisted into a smirk, "I know you love me though Y/N. Remember everything we used to talk about and say to each other?"

You laughed, "Yeah, I do. And remember the things you used to say to me, used to promise to me?" Your finger met Dean's chest, "I don't love you Dean Winchester. Not anymore. You broke me. You will never have me again." You could tell your words were acid, or more like holy water and salt, towards him, but you didn't care.

You turned away from Dean, his mouth agape. You grabbed Sam's hand and smiled softly at him as he spoke to Dean, "I told you Dean. I told you this would happen."

Dean's eyes turned black and he lunged towards Sam. You jumped in front of Sam, hoping that Dean wouldn't hurt you in this very moment. If he did, at least both you and Sam could kick his ass then and lock him in the dungeon for a while. You were looking forward to that.

Sadly, he stopped himself. He almost seemed human in that instant, but you knew better. Demon's like to play games. Without saying a word, he turned on his heels up towards the bunker's garage. You only assumed to go get Baby and leave, which you desperately hoped for, you wanted time alone with Sam.

Sam's hand snaked around your waist, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. You screamed and giggled at the sudden movement, playfully hitting Sam in the lower back and ass. A growl erupted from his chest, "Be careful Y/N. You're playing with fire."

You giggled, "Oh am I now?" You forced yourself over Sam's shoulder, sliding down him and wrapping your legs around his waist as he walked. Your arms were lazily wrapped around his neck as your lips brushed up his neck, along his chin, and stopped just before his lips. You leaned back to look at Sam's face, "Maybe I want to play with fire."

His lips crashed into yours as he walked you both into his bedroom. He threw you on the bed and slowly crawled up towards you and growled, "Then fire is what you'll get."

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Driving home for christmas

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Pairings: Dean x reader

Warnings: language, fluff

Sam grunted loudly, when I sped up the car again, causing us both to jerk in our seats. He glared at me with a dissatisfied sound and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Dean, seriously, could we relax a bit here? You’ll get us killed.” I chuckled and sped up. “No can do, Sammy. I promised I’d be home by Christmas, so I’ll be damned if I’m not home by then.” Sam rolled his eyes and stared out of the window. Snow was falling, cascading down onto the windows and covering the world around us in a soft, white blanket. He couldn’t help but smile a little before talking again.

“Y’know, it’s… Good, to see you like this. I’m happy for you, man.” “Sap.” Sam chuckled. “Maybe. I’m not the one who’s driving at least 15 miles over the speedlimit.” I grinned at him, slowing baby a little. “Fair point. I just… You know, I don’t think I’m a sap, but she came along, and I think I’ve gone soft, Sammy.” Sam nodded absentmindedly. “You have gone soft. It’s not a bad thing. Less beers, more sleep.” I laughed. “If you think we’re sleeping, you’re dead wrong.” Sam rolled his eyes. “Need to know basis, dude. She’s like my sister.” I grinned at him, keeping my eyes on the road, that slowly turned white in front of us. The streetlamps gave the snow on the ground an eerie but comforting yellow light, and everything was so quiet. I jumped in my seat, when Sam started playing a song from his phone with a wide, shit-eating grin on his face. I rolled my eyes. “Seriously? Driving home for Christmas?” He shrugged and grinned even wider.

“It’s the truth, Dean.” I shook my head, but I appreciated it. We weren’t exactly close to home yet, and I had to be careful driving on the slippery roads – the song kinda reminded me of what was waiting. She was. Probably wearing the ugliest sweater, she could find. I smiled at the thought of seeing her again, my body suddenly warmer; I was turning into a grade A sap, and I didn’t mind it, which was the weirdest part of all of this.

Even after two years with her, she still made my stomach writhe; she was slowly Benjamin Buttoning me, I was turning into my high school self, the longer we went on. Sam cleared his throat and pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Dude, how are you still so head over heels?” I snorted. “Why wouldn’t I be? Have you seen her? Been around her? She’s my perfect little rock and roll princess, you know.” Sam gagged. “Disgusting.” I grinned. “You have no idea how nasty we can be.” Sam rolled his eyes again and checked the clock. “Thank god, we’ll be home soon. I don’t think I could take another hour of this!” “Pussy.”

I turned down the smaller road leading to the bunker, barely keeping the wheels on the ground – I was so close to home, I could barely breathe. She was in there, waiting for me, like a damn dream come true. I never thought I’d have tis, much less with someone like her. Our kind of apple pie life.

“Relax, we’ve only been gone for three days, Dean.” “Shut up, Sammy.”

The car almost drove itself home, and I parked and got out in one, swift move. “You’ll get the bags?” I shouted behind me, already moving to the door. “I guess I have to!” Sam yelled back – I could hear his smile, but I didn’t care. I was home.

The smell of gingerbread it me, as soon as I stepped inside, along with the faint smell of pine-sap – a faint sound of Christmas choirs reached my ears, and I almost jumped the stairs to get down. I practically ran to the library, where I stopped dead in my tracks.

There she was. In her pajamas, small cartoonish drawings of Santa, and wearing a pair of awful slippers, shaped like elf-hats. She was humming along to the choir in the background, while she delicately hung ornaments on a small Christmas tree, she somehow had managed to get down here. Her hair was in a messy bun, and on the table next to her, a tray of Christmas cookies was laid out, the scent of them wafting around. Decorations hung from the walls, the bookcases and the ceiling, making the bunker look like something out of a hallmark movie.

I smiled, watching her hang a small angel (in a barbie-sized trench coat) on a branch, before turning to the box of ornaments – she caught sight of me, and a dazzling smile grazed her perfect face; her cheeks were red, and her eyes hone like fairy lights.

“You’re home.” Her voice was like angels singing to me, and I broke into a smile, running to her and grabbing her, spinning her around. She laughed loudly before I let her stand again, but not letting go. Her eyes found mine, and I could feel it in my chest – I was never good with words, love or anything remotely close to those things, but at that moment, I felt like I was caught in a blizzard, while she was my guiding light to return home. She was frowning.

“You promised to not hurt your face.” Her thumb gently glided over the scrape on my cheek. I chuckled. “Sorry. The rest of me is fine, though.” She smiled, and I was once again reminded of everything, I’ve ever missed in life – she was the missing piece, and I had her, right here, in my arms and hell would have to freeze over before I let her go. Maybe not even there.

“It looks amazing in here. How the hell did you get a tree in here?” She grinned in her own mischievous way, where her eyes glinted a little and the right side of her mouth curled a little more than the left. I could look at her all day. “Cas helped me. So did Jack.” I smiled and looked at the tree – she turned in my arms to look at it too, still wrapped tightly in my arms. “I hate the slippers, by the way.” “Good. I bought another pair for you. And Sam. Jack and Cas are already wearing theirs.” She said with a small kiss on the back of my hand.

“Perfect.”

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Her Strut

Summary: Y/N wakes up hearing a potential intruder in the bunker and goes to investigate.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam-ish

Word Count: 412 (holy heck it’s a shorty)

Warnings: Like, a potential bad word... also really stupid..so

Prompt: Imagine walking in on Dean dancing in his underwear...oops

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You woke up to the sound of metal clanking onto the Bunker’s cemented floor. You sat up suddenly and grabbed your gun from under your bed. You waited for another sound, but nothing echoed through the halls like just before. Sam and Dean weren’t supposed to be home for a few more days; you were supposed to be alone.

You turned to your clock. 7:35? Who breaks in so early? You slipped out of your bed and into some shorts before searching for the intruder. You creaked the door open and peeked out into the hall. You could hear a faint, constant hum coming from the entrance of the bunker. You tiptoed down the hall, checking your corners and listening to the growing sound of music.

Finally, you reached the kitchen, and your jaw dropped. The kitchen was covered in a white haze of flour and pots and pans everywhere. “What the hell?” You muttered.

Suddenly, Dean popped up from behind the counter. Dean Winchester, the man who had saved the world twice, began dancing his heart out to Bob Seger’s “Her Strut” in nothing but his underwear. His plaid boxers moved with his hips as he sang into a spatula.

“But oh they love to watch her strut

Oh they do respect her but

They love to watch her—"

“Oh. My. Chuck.”

Dean stopped dead in his tracks. His back muscles tightened, and his head dropped below his shoulders. He paused the music before hesitantly turning to greet the person behind him.

“Y/N, what are doing?”

“What am I—?  Dean, what the heck are you doing?” You popped out your hip and placed your arms across your chest, trying desperately to keep a straight face.

“Alright, fine! Sam and I made it back earlier this morning. I couldn’t sleep, and when I peeked into your room, you looked so peaceful. I figured that since you do so much for us idiots, it wouldn’t kill me to return the favor. I wanted to surprise you with breakfast.”

“That explains the mess,” you joked, “but, uh, where are your clothes?”

Dean grabbed a pan and covered himself. “Right. Well, I was ready for bed but decided to cook, instead. As for the singing and dancing, let’s pretend that never happened.”

“This was really thoughtful, Dean. Thank you. But I wouldn’t mind if you sang some more.”

“What the hell happened in here?” Sam walked in, shocked. “And where are your pants?”

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Coming Undone

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count:811

Warnings: Swearing, Crowley being an ass, violence, kidnapping(nothing bad or scary) I guess slight spoilers if you are not past season 3, pregnant!reader.

A/N: This is my 1st Dean Winchester x Reader, BUT DO NOT BE DISCOURAGED... I am up to date on supernatural. This was written for the amazing @jensenyourdeanisshowing. As a celebration of her 200 followers ( you go girl ) #Brooklynn's200challenge. My prompt was #36 "Damn you're huge" "You have no idea sweetheart"

You struggled through to see through the brown potato sack, you faught and struggled to your best ability. You were dragged over the rough, hard concrete floor. You knew how to fight, every instinct screamed at you to fight, but you just couldn't bring yourself to fight, too much was at risk. Sam and Dean were on a case and Dean decided to make you stay at the hotel, to be close and also to keep you safe. The last thing before the sack you remember was black eyes, "You soulless son of a bitch! Let me go! Damnit let me go!!" You sobbed helplessly as the demon chuckled darkly.

You were thrown into a hard cold chair and chained down, you felt a hot, almost burning sensation amd your arm as it dragged the blade down your arm, writhed in pain. You struggled, your shackled limps struggling until you felt a sharp sting on your cheek, “Dean will kill you!! You don't know what you've done!”  You warned. You had met Dean a short time after his father died when, he was drinking in a bar and you had fallen victim to his flirts. You met later again on a werewolf hunt in Phoenix, then things got interesting.

You were torn from your thoughts when the door opened and a thick British accent rang in your ears, you knew exactly who was to blame. "Morons! I told you to bring me Dean Winchester's slut, and you bring me a gravid bimbo! What in the bloody hell will that do!!" Crowley fumed. The demon that brought you here had insisted that you were indeed the girl he was looking for. "My Lord, she is the one you are looking for that is Misses (Y/N) Winchester. We followed them on hunts and she stopped coming so we found her at the hotel" the demon snickered.

Finally the bag was ripped from your head making your hair an absolute mess as Crowley approached you. " seriously Crowley!! What the hell is this!" You fussed as Crowley hovered over your pregnant belly, "Damn you're huge" he muttered, that pissed you off not than ever "You have no idea sweetheart. You do realize I am Dean Winchester's wife, and the mother of his unborn child. Did you even think this through Crowley? Do you even understand the gravity of this situation?! You have pissed off the oldest Winchester brother! It's bad enough one of you piece of shit demons cut me, imagine how pissed he will be!" You cautioned.

He chuckled lowly, he unrolled a strip of duck tape and covered your mouth so your screams were low muffles. He looked at you pulling out his phone "Now that you agree, why don't we just have a little chat with Mr. Squirrel " he slowly dialed the phone number and after the first ring you heard your husband gruff voice. "Crowley you sick son of a bitch where is (Y/N)!" He growled and Crowley looked at you and smiled " Misses Winchester can't come to the phone right now, she's a little tied up." He toyed, you making muffled screams for Dean in the background. "I will find you Crowley o swear! And this time I'm really going to kill yo-" Dean was interrupted by the sound of Crowley hanging up the phone. "Well misses (Y/N) it was a pleasure doing business with you." He taunted as he and his demons walked out leaving you alone in the warehouse.

After about an hour of sitting you heard the hum of the impala outside the thin aluminum walls, your muffled screams echoed through the empty building. Sam and Dean ran into the building guns drawn and looking for Crowley, Dean stuck behind to undo your shackles not wanting to waste any time he scooped you into his arms. He pressed you close to him as he muttered incoherent things into yoir temple. "That's it. Your staying in the bunker, you need to be somewhere safe, is the baby alright?" He inquired. "Dean, baby we are fine don't worry." You confirmed as he held you tighter as Sam came running out of the building, " He is gone, the must have some kind of plan.." He suggested. But at that time you didn't care, you just wanted to go home.

Later on that night you were stroking your seven month baby-bump, " Hey there little one" you cooed at your belly as you softly rubbed and slowly started getting off of the sofa. "I am sorry that Crowley got to you, I left you at that hotel all alone..." Dean continued to ramble. " I married you two years ago, knowing what I signed up for, nothing like a demon abduction to start the week with" you soothed. Your husband glanced at you with love and compassion and laid his forehead on yours. "God darlin' where did I ever find a woman like you." He pressed his lips to yours firmly and held you in his arms. Knowing that you had forever, you dozed off into sleep.