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holylulusworld · 4 years ago

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Longing

Title: Longing

Bad Bitches Bingo Square Filled: Fake Dating & “I tried, I tried so hard. Why couldn’t you?”

Written for: @badbitchesbingo

Summary: He never was yours in the first place.

Pairing: former Dean Winchester x fem!Reader, Jo Harvelle x fem!Reader (implied/fake dating)

Characters: Lisa Braeden, Sam Winchester

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: angst, unrequited love, language, longing, sadness, bisexual reader, a kiss or two among girls, Jo being a good friend and more, look Lisa is great too in this story

Divider by @firefly-graphics

2021 Bad Bitches Bingo masterlist

Longing. One simple word describes the feeling burning in your chest.

Once upon a time, it was only you and him. Whenever he needed a shoulder to lean on or a body to use, he found shelter in your world. A world he decided to avoid like a plague for months.

You didn’t have it in you to tell his new girl months ago he promised you the same things he whispers lovingly in her ear now. It pains you to watch them do all the things he denied giving to you.

Not that you ever would be the girl he could bring home. While the girl he has on his arm tonight wears shoes costing more than your car, you struggle to pay for your study and rent at the same time.

“Born with a silver spoon in her mouth,” Lisa mutters, wiping one of the tables. “He’s a fool, Y/N. Everyone believed he would ask you to become his girlfriend one day.”

“I’m not the kind of girl he could bring home, Lis,” you avoid looking at Dean and his new girlfriend. You can’t blame the girl for falling for his charm and his cocky smile. Who could deny him when he looks at you with those emerald eyes, making you weak in the knees?

“You are worth ten Dean Winchesters,” Jo walks over to hand you a drink, smiling shyly at you. “Your shift is over, babe. Don’t do this to yourself. He’s not worth it.”

You give your friends a cracked smile before you walk toward the next empty table to wipe it clean.

“Y/N, go home and sleep it off. You have an important test in not two days,” Lisa tuts. “You can make it out of this shithole of a bar. We are counting on you.”

“You know, being smart and working hard doesn’t make you worth a Winchester,” the sadness in your eyes forces a tiny sob to leave Jo’s lips.

“Come here,” she throws herself at you, hugs you tightly, hands lingering a bit too long on the small of your back for a friendly hug. “You will find the best guy one day. I swear, in a few weeks you will not remember Dean Winchester and his new girlfriend.”

“Oh, believe me, I will remember him. His new girl seems to love to post everything they do on social media. For a guy hiding from the press and hating social media, he loves to pose with that girl.”

“Forget that bastard,” Lisa jerks her head toward Sam, Dean’s younger brother. Said guy leans lazily against a wall, eyes searching for his latest adventure. “Why not fucking his brother to get even with Dean?”

“I won’t stoop so low, Lis,” you glance at Sam. It’s not as if he’s not an attractive man or that you do not have a size kink, though. You just don’t want to be another notch in Sam’s belt. It’s worse enough you ended up being the latest conquest of his elder brother. “Sam is nice, but I’m not in the mood for a one-night stand with a guy.”

“How about you ask him to fake it? I bet he’s nice enough to show Dean what he’s missing out,” Jo nods eagerly. “Right, Jo? Fake dating is the new revenge fuck.”

“I will not ask Sam to do so,” you cry. “He’s a Winchester, his brother’s most loyal fan. Sam would never lie to his big brother. Not for me or any other girl. It’s out of the question I will ask a Winchester for shit.”

“He’s looking at you, Y/N,” Lisa whispers while watching Sam size you up. “I bet he wouldn’t mind lying to his big brother or, you could still fuck him.”

“No,” is your final answer. “I’ll call it a night. My shift is over, and I wallowed enough in self-pity for one night. I’ll grab a snack on my way home and forget that I ever dared to dream Dean Winchester would see more in me than a pair of holes he can use.”

“Hey, are you done for tonight?” Sam jogs after you, touching your shoulder gently. “I could drive you home, Y/N.”

“Sam, just leave me alone,” you don’t turn around to face Dean’s baby brother, too fed up after you saw Dean with that girl. “I’m not in the mood to tell you to get lost, okay.”

“I thought, as you and Dean didn’t match—” you twirl around to glare up at Sam.

“You thought what, Samuel? After your big brother decided I’m not good enough to bring me home to your parents you believed you can drag me into your bed or car to get a taste too? What the fuck is wrong with you Winchesters? Is any girl a whore you can use to you?”

“Whoa, I didn’t mean it that way, Y/N. I just,” Sam watches you wipe a few tears off your cheek, sighing deeply. “Dean said you were only friends with benefits. That you called things off.”

“I didn’t do shit, Sam. He—he used me whenever he needed someone to talk, rant, or fuck. I was stupid enough to believe I was more to Dean than a pair of legs ready to spread whenever he wanted a quick fuck. When I told him that I love him, he never even looked at me again.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry. Now I feel like an idiot,” Sam wants to touch your shoulder to comfort you, but you flinch away. “Sorry. I always had a thing for you and wanted to ask you out. I would never—” Sam swallows thickly when you choke out a sob. “Listen, I’m sorry. This was a stupid idea. Dean, he lied obviously.”

“Well, Dean is the great pretender,” you quip, watching the door of the bar fling open. Dean is stumbling out of the bar, alone. His girl is nowhere to be seen, but you don’t have the time to ask yourself why she’s not with him right now. “He made me believe we are friends, and then he made me believe we could be more than friends.”

“Can I drive you home? No catch promised,” Sam offers but you shake your head. “Y/N, come on. It’s dark and I won’t let you walk home.”

“I got a car, you know. Only as I’m working at a bar to make enough money to pay for my study doesn’t mean I don’t have a car,” you turn back around to walk toward your car. “I suggest you and your brother look for a new bar. I don’t need to see his latest conquests every night. He could’ve at least showed enough compassion to not rub it in my face.”

“New job?” Dean lazily leans against the counter, grinning when you roll your eyes. It’s been four weeks since the unhappy encounter with his brother and you had hoped Dean stays away from the bar you are working at. “Are you a bartender now, sweetheart?”

“Barney called in sick, and I can handle making drinks,” you try to act professionally and ignore the glint in Dean’s eyes and the way he licks his lips. “What can I do for you?”

“I’d like to ask you to not fuck my brother, but you already did so—” you slam your fist onto the counter, cause Dean to flinch at the sudden motion.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? I turned Sam down, or did he tell you he scored just like you?” you sneer, shaking your head. “I thought Sam is a better man. I was wrong, again.”

“So, you didn’t fuck?” Dean tries, leaning closer to search your face. “Why did he give me a black eye then? He came home from the bar, punched my face, and called me a coward.”

“I told him the truth, Dean,” you wipe the counter, ignore Dean tries to get your attention. He impatiently taps his fingers onto the counter, calling your name. “Sam didn’t know you dumped me, Winchester. That’s what happened that night.”

“Oh—” brows furrowed Dean watches you walk toward the other end of the bar counter to poor a girl a drink. The girl giggles, eyes glued to Dean’s face. “I see, that’s the reason he punched me. Sammy always had a thing for you.”

“He said the same,” huffing you walk back to place an empty glass in front of Dean. “Name me the drink or leave the bar counter. Only paying guests are allowed to lurk here.”

“Whiskey, neat,” he says, eyes glued to your lips now. “I told you we can’t be a pair that night. Father, he would never let me be with someone like you.”

“Yeah, I got that,” you pour Dean a drink before you turn around to check on the bottles, or at least pretend to do so. “You know, it would’ve been nice to know so months before I fell in love with you. You only told me so when I admitted my feelings, Dean. That wasn’t fair.”

“It was all I had to offer,” twirling back around you shake your head. “It could’ve worked out, without you catching feelings. I’m allowed to have flings and lovers.”

“I tried, I tried so hard. Why couldn’t you, Dean? It could’ve worked out if only you weren’t a selfish trust-fund prick using any girl you can find. We were friends before you kissed me. You started all of this, Dean. We should’ve stayed friends and never crossed that line,” you look at Jo walk toward the bar counter.

She heard your conversation and decided it’s time for plan B. Or rather plan Jo. She straightens her back, nods at Dean before she walks straight toward you to cup your face gently.

“Baby, I thought you will come around later,” you are too stunned to react when Jo presses her lips softly to yours. “Damn, I love those lips against mine. Well, not only against my lips.” she giggles, looking at Dean, giving him a wink. “Do you have anything interesting to discuss or can I ask my girlfriend about her latest test.”

“I-it went well,” you stutter, feeling your cheeks heat up. Jo grasps your hand, squeezes it tightly to silently tell you to play along. “Thanks to you and your encouragement, baby girl. Thank you for the great back massage and the orgasms.”

“Anytime, babe,” Jo smirks when Dean’s face falls. “Oh, you don’t look good, Dean. Is something wrong? Are you sick?”

“I just need another drink, I guess,” he doesn’t look at you when you peck Jo’s lips, telling her to wait for you in the back. “Or the whole bottle.”

“On its way,” you coo, grasping for the bottle to place it in front of Dean. “Pay now before you can’t walk straight, Winchester. I’m not your friend anymore and won’t take care of you.”

“Not even my friend anymore, huh?!” Dean must watch you follow Jo to the back. He glances at the bottle, shaking his head before he slams money onto the counter to leave the bar. “Fucking great, dad. She just found a new lover…”

“What was that Jo?” your friend giggles, giving you a wink before she bursts into laughter. “I mean, not that I would mind you kissing me but that was—”

“I heard Dean and thought I should jump in and save you. It’s called fake dating, babe,” you nod, glancing at Jo. The quirky blonde stretches her body, and you admire the way her nipples strain against her thin shirt. “I mean, we can always go on a real date. I don’t mind kissing a hot chick.”

“I don’t want to ruin another friendship, Jo,” your friend leans back in her chair to search your face. “Maybe after I licked my wounds and got better I’m ready to go out again. If I’m ready, you are the first person on my bucket list.”

“I’m taking you up on that, babe,” she grasps for your hand to squeeze it gently. “He’s not worth it, Y/N. Always remember, other mothers have hot daughters to hit on.”

“I know,” you close your eyes for a moment. “I wish I could tell my heart to not long for him any longer. I hate this feeling and the longing for someone you can’t have…”

While you wipe your eyes you miss the longing look Jo gives you. You are right, it’s an awful feeling to long for someone you can’t have...

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#Longing #badbitchesbingo #jo harvelle x fem!reader #former dean x reader #angst #unrequited love #heartbreak #fake dating #dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction

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sky-falls · 4 years ago

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I’m Home

Pairings: Rowena MacLeod x Reader , Ex!Jo Harvelle x Reader

Summary: While in a hunt Reader was struck by a curse causing for her to forget about her relationship with Rowena and only remembering her time with Jo.

Warnings: kinda angsty, Jo is still alive here so i guess this is an AU

A/N: I wrote this back then and never really got the courage to post it. This used to be a small fic or idea I have, I decided to turn it into a full on one-shot. Anyways here it is, hope you guys like it! This is my first 2.5k words fic, also feedback will be appreciated! (P.S. I’m in love with both Jo and Rowena)

It was supposed to be an everyday normal hunt; we get a case, track the monsters, go in, and get out in one piece. But everything went south when you were flung across the room with some kind of spell. And upon hitting the wall, you immediately blacked out. The last thing you heard was someone screaming your name.

You woke up to see Sam sitting on a chair beside your bed reading a book, probably doing some research on a case. You tried to sit up only to be hit with waves of pain all around your body. "Oh god-" You yelped. Sam looked up from the book and rushed over to help you, "Take it easy, you've been out for three days."

"What the hell happened?" You groaned. "I feel like shit."

"Well that happens when you get thrown across the room. You wouldn't wake up even after Rowena gave you some of her potions." He chuckled.

"Who?" You asked. "Potions? What are you guys up to? Are you buddies with a witch?"

He just stared at you as if you just said some crazy unbelievable story. "I-I'm sorry what?" He stuttered.

You rolled your eyes at him. "You got some earwax stuck on your ear?" You joked. "Anyways where's my lovely girlfriend?"

Before he could even answer the door opened. Dean peaked in the room and as soon as he saw you sitting up, a smile was quickly painted onto his face. "You're alive!" He cheered as he entered the room. "Gone for three days, who are you Jesus?" He laughed on his own joke. "Very funny Dean, very funny." You replied sarcastically.

"You know what, your evil skank of a girlfriend is worried sick about you. Straight up refused to help us with another case, even went as far as threatening us if you didn't wake up any time soon—'I will make sure you will suffer Winchester if she doesn't wake up'." He said while imitating a Scottish accent.

You laughed, "Since when did Jo had an accent?"

The laughter soon turned into confusion. He turned to Sam trying to find an answer, Sam just looked back at him with the same expression. "Wait Y/N, Jo?" Dean asked. "Is there another Jo? Are we talking about the same Jo?" You replied. "You two are acting weird."

The door opened again and revealed two women walking in the room. A redhead and the girl in question, Jo.

"Darli-"

"Jo!!" You screamed happily. "Babe, look at these two idiotic brothers—they keep asking 'Jo?' when I say my girlfriend. I mean like who else?"

She looked over the two brothers, sharing the same look of confusion written on their faces. She then slowly approached you and checked to see your temperature. "Are you sure you're okay?" she asked with genuine concern on her voice. You rolled your eyes at her question. "Seriously, you three drop the act. Especially you," You point to the blonde haired woman. "It's not nice." You finished before pulling her for a kiss and wrapping my arms around her neck.

The little reunion was cut short when Sam cleared his throat causing for Jo to pull away. "Can I talk to all of you for a second...about the case. Outside." Everyone agreed in unison and rushed outside of the room. "You, Y/n, get some rest. We'll be back in a minute." Dean said before closing the door behind him."

As soon as the door closed Rowena was already on Jo's neck. Her eyes were sharp as a dagger, if looks could kill Jo would probably be already dead on the floor. "Abi!" She screamed as she threw Jo across the hall. Then followed by another spell to stop the brothers from tackling her, "Manatee."

"Give me a good reason why I shouldn't burn you right now." She threatened.

"She was the one who pulled me in for a kiss-" Jo retorted. Clearly not backing out even though she's currently pinned to the wall.

"Stop it both of you." Sam interjected. "Rowena let's talk about this, clearly there's some kind of reason why Y/N thinks Jo is her current girlfriend." He said trying to reason and calm the raging redhead. After a few minutes of contemplating, she released the other woman and the brothers. Once silence was bestowed upon them, Sam started to give his input on the subject. "Think about it, maybe the reason Y/N's memories are all jumbled up is because she hit her head. Hard. I mean she was in a coma for days, there's no other reason why this is happening or-"

"Jumbled up? The lass forgot about me—it's like my whole existence was wiped out! But she remembers that she's her lover? She's her goddamn ex! This is just purely unacceptable!" Rowena screamed.

Sam raised his finger up to his mouth, signalling for Rowena to keep it down. Trying his best to keep the situation under control.

"As I was saying, or she must've been hit by a curse or spell." Sam continued.

"Rowena, you're a witch right? Isn't there a spell or potion you could use to make her remember?" Dean asked.

Rowena's expression softened. "I did try to wake her up with magic when she was passed out for days—I consulted different books but nothing worked."

"So it's not a curse? She just hit her head really hard?" Jo asked.

"That is possible." Sam answered.

"Can't we just tell her?" Dean asked once more.

"We can't. Forcing a person to remember something has a chance of worsening the situation. I think it would be better to just...let it play out," Sam turned to Rowena. "Are you okay with that?"

"Am I okay with that?" Rowena scoffed, offended that the boy asked such question. "Are you nuts Samuel? You want me to let Y/N be with her ex lover, when I'm the current one?!"

"Alright, I get it."

"You said it yourself, none of the spells or potions worked. So what if there's no spell or potion to make her remember, what do we do then?" Jo asked.

Before Rowena could come up with a sassy remark, a small voice interrupted inside of the room. "Jo!" Y/N called out.

Silence befell onto the group. The dread of letting you go is slowly creeping up on Rowena. She would go miles for you - for both of you, but if things doesn't work out; if you can no longer remember, she knew she had to let go. As hard it is to see you be with someone else rather than her, she knew deep down she had to "let things play out" for your sake. And as Rowena watch Jo go inside your quarters, it felt like time is slowly being rewound. Back to the time where she doesn't exist in your world, back to the time where you had Jo. The sound of laughter chimed inside the room—pure happiness and innocence. That's when she knew she had to let go. And so she let go.

Months with Jo felt amazing, it was like living a teenage dream all over again. The winter air filled the rooftop, it pinches your skin as the New Year's Eve slowly approaches. Firecrackers cracked, laughter and cheers from your small little bunker family can be heard faintly in the background. You stared onto Jo's eyes, you can see her talk but none really made sense. Your mind was too clouded. She was waiting for an answer. A yes? A no? Wait, what was it again?

Your memories feel hazy. Your heart was pounding. Screaming. Yearning.

"Y/N?" She asked. Her smile not wavering, as if she was already certain. Certain of what exactly? Your answer?

There's someone.

A figure burned into the back of your mind. Her hands were warm, it was like summer. It reminds you of waves of fire, it flows so gracefully. No, wait. I think it was somewhat bouncy?

Red?

Maybe its because it's December. It's freezing, that's why you yearn for the summer breeze. Your head feels like it was going to explode. How come you can't remember?

Her? But who's her?

Jo's hand squeezed mine as she spoke again, "Maybe it's too early to ask you to be mine again. So don't worry, we'll take our time." You nodded letting my eyes fall on her emerald necklace.

Green? Why is it so comforting? Like orbs staring onto you, onto your soul. It's like...as if it was home.

Cheers erupted from the background as the countdown starts, signalling for a new year.

10, 9

Why can't you remember?

8, 7

Your mind is screaming that it's not her, that this all is wrong.

6, 5, 4

Her soft pale skin.

Her fiery red hair.

Her emerald eyes.

Suddenly...I remember.

Jo turned to you to greet you a happy new year but stopped when she saw tears running down your cheeks. You know she's hoping that it's not what she thinks it is. Hoping that you were just happy to start a new year with her. But she knows. As you let go of her hand to face her, tears started pooling in her eyes. "I remember." You said.

"I know," she replied as her voice cracks. Trying her best not to look weak in front of you but you can see through the facade—her eyes reflect regret, questions, and sorrow. Silently begging for you not to go, to not let her go. She tried to regain her composure before speaking again.

"Why can't we be together..." she whispered.

"Jo, you already know the answer to that." You reached out and cupped her face. "I'm not gonna lie, my time with you was amazing but our story ended a long time ago. That chapter of my life is already closed."

Tears streamed down her face while she take in every word you said, trying to cherish the limited time we have together. The warmth, the love; the what-used-to-be-home kind of feeling.

"Was I too selfish to dream to have you again?" she asked.

"Maybe." You joked.

"So this is goodbye?"

"Maybe." You answered softly as you pull her in for a hug; holding her one last time as the lover she once knew.

The ride home was cold. You couldn't stop thinking how she is. It must be painful to see me 'love' someone else, and to make it worse you went back to your ex-lover. Did you make her cry? Does she hate me for not remembering? Why are you even asking these questions, of course you made her cry! She probably hates your guts too! Probably stopping by to get some flowers will ease her urge to rip your head off plus it'll serve as a good peace offering, you thought to yourself. Well then, you made a detour to the nearest flower shop before you head home.

You stood at the doorstep with a bouquet in hand. Trembling—not because of the cold, maybe because you're finally meeting her again, the love of your life, after forgetting about her for months. You inhaled the cold winter air, gathering some courage before knocking on the door. The pit on your stomach grew as you await for an answer on the other side of the door. Footsteps approached the door and soon the locks were turning. Your heart beats faster every second that passes by. When the door finally opened, the scent of home filled your lungs. And there she stood, with puffy cheeks and eyes red as hell. She must've been crying all throughout the night. "Y/n?" She asked.

"Hi darling," You answered awkwardly. "I picked out a bouquet for you."

She just stood there with a puzzled looked. She must've thought that you're lost or something.

You took fancy bow and cleared your throat. "My queen, Rowena MacLeod, I would like to greatly apologize for causing you such grief," You paused to look at her reaction. Still a confused expression was painted onto her face. You continued, "I'm no good of a girlfriend as I have forgotten who my great beloved is. I offer you a bouquet of flowers as a symbol of my deepest apology and I hope you that you would still take me back as your ever so lovely girlfriend. And please don't cut my head off."

Her eyes widened from the realization causing for you to chuckle at her expression. Shock took over her body and another set of tears started rolling down her cheeks.

You took a step forward, taking her hand and intertwining it with yours. You dropped the silly act this time and shared your feelings.

"Darling, I terribly am sorry for forgetting you. It took me awhile but I'm back now. I must tell you though, my mind and heart screamed for you all this time. I remember seeing your pale skin, your red hair, your emerald eyes—all of you was embedded in the back of my mind; even if it was clouded and it seemed out of reach, I could see. I could feel you. I really am sorry and I hope you forgive me. I'm here now. And I'm all yours, now and forevermore."

She kissed my cheek and I felt nothing but warmth and acceptance. "Ye wee lad, I've been waiting for you all these time."

You offered her the flowers. A smile creeped onto her face as she took the bouquet in your hands. She raised her eyebrow upon realizing what kind of flowers were in it. "Really lass? Calla lilies and tulips?"

"It means humility, devotion and a symbol for a new beginning-"

"I know what it means darling," She said while cupping your cheek. "I must say, you really did do research and I guess this shows that you do listen to me."

"Of course I listen to you!" You exclaimed. "And after what I put you through, it would be rude of me to come back empty handed, also I don't want you to end up hexing my ass."

"Rude, I would never hex you." She said as she rolled her eyes.

We laughed onto each other's arms, enjoying the warmth, the love, the reunion. The laughter died out and the comfortable silence sets in. You leaned in closer to her, resting your forehead against hers. "So...do you take me back?" You asked. "Hmmm," she tilts her head doing a thinking motion.

"Darling," she whispered as her lips inched closer. And before you could come up with a witty remark she closed the distance between us. Her were lips against yours, and it felt like fireworks has been ignited within you. Our lips danced like it was the New Year's countdown, each second passing by only gets more intense. And as if on cue, as the timer hits zero, she pulled away. "Does that answer your question?" she said.

You nodded and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Welcome home darling."

And you replied with a smile, "I'm home."

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thoughtslikeaminefield · 4 years ago

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MJ’s Other Characters of SPN (with or w/o Winchesters) Masterlist

SERIES

Combat Baby - Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: canon divergent - Dean’s sweet, but Jo likes him nasty

Warnings: explicit, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, brief name-calling, exhibitionism, role play, squirting

Words: IN PROGRESS

The Mud On Your Boots - Donna Winchester x Dean Hanscum

Summary: Dean and Donna finally give in.

Warnings: explicit, dirty talk, fluff, consent is sexy, period sex, fisting, blood as lube, shower sex

Words: 8313 - ONGOING

Temporary Scars - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum x Benny Lafitte

Warnings: explicit, Angst, Donna has intimacy issues, Dean’s the sweetest, self-sabotage, sort of established relationship, Benny’s swoony as fuck, Dean’s in love, tags on each part

Word Count: IN PROGRESS

Where Is My Shiny Gun? - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum (voyeur Sam Winchester)

Summary: canon divergent - Sam finds himself in a quandary when he realizes he has feelings for Donna by way of the obvious mutual attraction between her and Dean.

Warnings: explicit, Sam is kinky, Dean is adorable, so is Donna, Dean likes to give Donna massages, Sam directing while masturbating, brief spanking + breast slapping, brief knife play - no blood

Word Count: 7785

ONE-SHOTS

Bad Girls Underneath - Ruby 2.0 x Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: “As convoluted as the spell is, the outcome is a thing of beauty.”

Warnings: explicit, magical dick/male gaze bullshit, probably too much commentary and emotional complication, why am I like this, I’m sorry, sometimes I can’t help myself, fisting, brief choking

Words: about 2600

Because You’re Worth It - Sam Winchester x Rowena Macleod

Prompt: Sam Winchester ends up with his hair cut shorter than it has ever been.

Warnings: crack-ish, mature, fluff, Dean being insensitive about Sam’s glorious mane, Rowena saving the day

Words: 790

Cactus - Dean Winchester x Meg Masters x Castiel

Summary: Post-battle, exhausted and wanting, Dean and Meg and Cas take care of each other.

Warnings: explicit, rimming, choking, dreamlike sex, Dean’s always hungry

Words: 3200

Carrion - Ruby 2.0 x Sam Winchester

Summary: While Sam sleeps, Ruby plays.

Warnings: explicit, dark contemplation, somnophilia

Words: 341

Celibacy, Interrupted - Jody Mills x Sam Winchester

SPN Kink Bingo Square Filled: Facials

Warnings: blow job, cum on face, sam has no refractory period bc this is fic

Word Count: 573

Foxholes - Annie Hawkins x Bobby Singer/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Summary: Annie recalls time spent with each man and what their facial hair told her about them.

Warnings: mature language and references to sexual activity

Words: 349

If You Don’t, Dear, Confess - Sam Winchester x Rowena Macleod

Summer 2019 Follower Celebration Prompt: Sam has dream about being seduced by Rowena in the bunker that gets interrupted/woken by Dean?

Warnings: mature

Words: 629

I’ll Keep Them Still - Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: Dean remembers promises and pictures in his mind. And he remembers her.

Warnings: mature, songfic, angst, dream/afterlife sequences, purple prose, I’m sorry

Words: 1069

I Know All Your Graces - Donna Hanscum x female reader, mentions of Dean Winchester x Donna + reader

Summary: @fandommaniacx asked – Donna x fem!reader with the line “that sounded a lot better in my head” please?

Warnings: explicit, fisting, breast play

Words: 689

Magic Sex & French Fries - Jo Harvelle x Ruby 2.0

Summary: @icemankazansky asked: I LOVE YOU, TOO. Great Big Lesbian prompt: SPN, Jo and Ruby II have to have sex to save the world. Or something. Sex pollen? I don’t care. 😘

Warnings: explicit, sex pollen, fisting, confuzzled boys

Words: 995

Meanwhile… - Sam Winchester x Jody Mills

Summer 2019 Follower Celebration Prompt: I don’t even remember your rules, but listen Sam and Jody hooked up while Dean was banging the porn star.

Warnings: explicit

Words: 500

Moving Furniture - Steve!Cas x Meg Masters 2.0

Summary: She’s been gone for a year – sacrificed herself to save Sam and her unicorn – but Cas still dreams about her.

Warnings: non-explicit dream sex, fluff, shmoop, there’s a dog

Words: 2037

Not Fade Away - Emmanuel!Cas x Meg Masters

Summary: During a pit stop for gas and snacks, Meg promises to keep an eye on Emmanuel while Dean does his shopping.

Warnings: mature, Meg shenanigans, coming while clothed

Words: 357

The Prerogative To Have A Little Fun - Donna x Jody, Donna x Jody x Sam + Dean (kinda)

Summary: @cracksinthewalls asked: Donna’s visiting Jody for the weekend and the boys swing by on their home from a hunt. Dean mows the lawn, Sam fixes a leaky showerhead, Dean makes dinner, and they both do the dishes. Meanwhile, the ladies sit back and enjoy the domestic display. Really, really enjoy. In fact, once the boys drive off to head home, they decide to help each other work out their frustrations. 😉

Warnings: mature, men doing manly things, inspired by Shania Twain’s song “Man! I Feel Like A Woman”, voyeurism

Words: 995

Smokestack Lighting - Sam Winchester x Rowena Macleod

Summary: It’s been a long time coming, and the dam finally breaks.

Warnings: explicit, height difference, sex magic

Words: 2201

Till The Clock Struck On The Twelve - Jo Harvelle x Ruby 2.0

Summary: Jo and Ruby hit the town. Ruby dons a necktie and insists on being called Daddy for the night.

Warnings: mature, purple prose, male gaze forbidden, Daddy Kink

Words: 325

Whiskey, Leather, and Lace - Arthur Ketch x female reader/character

Summary: She doesn't love him.

Warnings: explicit, bondage, panty gag, orgasm control

Words: 400

You Want It, You’re Wanted - Sam Winchester x Gabriel

Summary: Mutual gratification is the name of the game.

Warnings: mature, Wartenberg wheel, tiny bit of blood

Words: 323

#supernatural fic #donna hanscum fic #benny lafitte fic #jo harvelle fic #ruby 2.0 fic #castiel fic #meg masters fic #rowena macleod fic #jody mills fic

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crashdevlin · 5 years ago

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Cave Quid Optes Masterlist

Author’s Note: Cave Quid Optes is part three of the series of series that started with A Hard Ten and a Soft Four. This is gonna hurt, y'all. I'm sorry. I am so sorry. ‘Cave Quid Optes’ means ‘Be careful what you wish for’.

Summary: Everything is great in 2029. Everyone is happy, life is good. What could possibly go wrong?

Pairing: Dean x plus-sized!Reader, Sam x Madison, Charlie x Kyra, Darkest Timeline!Sam x plus-sized!Reader (noncon), Darkest Timeline!Dean x Jo Harvelle,

Story Warnings: 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!! unprotected sex, fingering, oral (fem rec), bad things, noncon, held hostage, drug use, mentions of suicide and infanticide,

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Prologue Not My Home Down but Not Out Smile Escape Hiding Out of Luck Road Trip Granted Highest Power Safe TBA

#cassie teaser #cassie wrote a thing

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team-free-will-oneshots · 6 years ago

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Sleepover (Friends Forever)

Title: Sleepover (Friends Forever) Summary: Jo Harvelle considers you one of her closest friends. Little does she know, your feelings for her go a lot deeper than just friendship. Based on ‘Sleepover’ by Hayley Kiyoko. Pairing: Jo Harvelle x Fem!Reader Warnings: light angst/pining, some swearing, ends with fluff Word Count: 2.7k

note; pride month may be over but i’m still gay. also this does not fit into the canon timeline at all, i realise that, just go with it pls lmao

Masterlist

“Hey, can you help me with my zip?” Jo asked, holding up her dress as she ducked her head into the room. Your head shot up, and you swallowed hard before nodding.

“Y-yeah, of course,” you said, forcing a smile to your face as you stepped into the bathroom where Jo was getting ready. Your brothers, Sam and Dean, were working a case against a particularly powerful warlock and needed someone to seduce him. As their little sister, they insisted that you were out of the question (despite your protests), but Jo was all too happy to volunteer - it gave her a chance to get out of the bar and finally get in some hunting, much to Ellen’s ire.

Such thoughts fled your mind as Jo turned around, sweeping her long hair away from her neck as she ducked her head. You rested a hand on her shoulder, your touch featherlight over her warm skin as you dragged up the zip with shaking fingertips. After clasping it, you stepped away like her touch burned you. And in a way, it did - Jo was like the sun. Bright, beautiful, and sure to cause you pain if you let yourself get too close. Of course, it might have been too late for that.

“Thanks,” she said, casting you a grin as she turned to the mirror and ran her fingers through her hair, sighing. “Do y’reckon you could work some miracles with my hair, as well?” she asked. “I might know my way around a gun, but a curling iron? A little out of my league,” she remarked, and you laughed.

“Mine too,” you admitted. Not the only thing out of my league, your mind added wistfully, watching as Jo tossed her hair back over her shoulder, so carelessly beautiful you couldn’t help but stare. You lowered your gaze. “But I’ll try. Here, sit down,” you said, dragging a chair into the room that Jo promptly plopped herself onto. The curling wand was already heated, so you ran your fingers lightly through her long tresses, the gold strands spilling like silk through your fingertips. You ignored the warmth of her body as she leaned back against your waist, closing her eyes as your fingertips gently parted her hair.

“Feels nice,” she murmured, eyes falling closed and a contented smile gracing her features.

“It’s easier when the other party’s not struggling,” you said with a laugh, and her eyebrows creased in puzzled amusement.

“Sounds like there’s a story there,” she prompted, and you couldn’t bite back your grin as you curled a lock of her hair around the wand, holding it there for a moment before letting it fall down in a neat coil.

“Back when we were kids… Dean was off on a hunt with Dad, and I needed someone to play princesses with. Sam stepped up - but he didn’t realise that entailed a makeover, as well,” you said, smiling fondly at the memories as you picked up another section of hair. “I think he still has the scars.”

Jo laughed, a sound that made your heart leap along with the sparkle of delight in her eyes.

“I’d pay good money to see that,” she said.

“Wish I could help you out, but Sam burned all the pictures I took with my shitty little disposable camera,” you informed her, and she pouted playfully.

“Too bad,” she lamented. You nodded, letting the last piece of hair fall as you grabbed a hairbrush from the sink. Jo hummed as you ran it through her hair, and you ignored the way her smile made your heart race. Wasn’t it just your luck to have a crush on a straight girl?

Well, it wasn’t like the Winchesters, in general, had particularly good luck with women - you supposed you could’ve drawn a shorter straw than this.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Jo asked, raising an inquisitive brow and jolting you from your thoughts. You shook your head.

“N-nothing. There, all done,” you said, putting down the brush as you stepped back and squirted a fine mist of hair spray over your work. Jo half frowned, not convinced, but let it go as she got to her feet and ruffled her hair. Her frown was erased with a pleased grin.

“It looks great! Thanks!” she exclaimed, shooting you a cheeky smile that lit up her whole face and ignited a wave of swirling butterflies in your stomach. You cleared your throat, smiling back tamely as you tried to stop yourself from imagining those soft, smiling lips meeting yours.

Not gonna happen, you reminded yourself. She’s not interested. Stop it.

Her face fell, and she sent a stern look your way, folding her arms and leaning against the wall.

“Okay, come on. Something’s wrong. What is it?” she demanded, her voice taking on a hard edge. You laughed dryly.

“It’s nothing,” you insisted, and she rolled her eyes.

“You’re being weird. Spill.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “It’s nothing - really. Just… feeling a bit alone, I guess,” you said vaguely, and Jo’s mouth curved into a sympathetic frown. She reached forward, her hand finding yours, warm and soft and firm as her fingers twined with your own.

“Well, you’re not. You’ve got me. Friends forever, right? Us girls gotta stick together,” she said, winking at you. An empty smile stretched over your face, contrary to the aching in your chest.

“Right. Friends forever,” you murmured. How were you supposed to explain that even when she held your hand, there was no erasing the blue feeling that had overtaken you? Every one of her smiles, her carefree laughs and affectionate touches had you wishing, longing for something she could never give you - how were you supposed to explain that to her without making her feel uncomfortable? You cared about her - god, you cared about her so much, and you couldn’t risk losing that - couldn’t risk ‘making it weird.’

“You ready?”

Dean’s voice rang from the bedroom, and Jo looped her arm with yours and dragged you in with her. Your brother whistled when he saw Jo, his eyes raking her up and down, and you fought back the urge to roll your eyes. She smirked, pulling away from you to twirl once for him. He raised his eyebrows, licking his lips once before shaking his head.

“Damn, Jo. You clean up nice,” he remarked stiffly, and she threw him a flirty wink that made your heart sink. Of course she was interested in your brother - that seemed to be just your luck. The cherry on top of the cake, as it were.

“I know,” she replied confidently, before spinning back to you with bright eyes. “C’mon, let’s go gank this son of a bitch,” she said, and you gulped, nodding nervously and snatching your gun from where you’d left it on the bed.

“Right. Let’s go.”

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“Well, that was easy!” Jo exclaimed as the two of you stumbled back to her bedroom, exhausted and sticky with sweat and splatters of blood. You chuckled, kicking off your boots and peeling off your socks as you ran your fingers through your hair.

“I’ll say - did you see his face when you pulled that knife on him? I’ve never seen a guy so torn between panic and arousal,” you snickered, and she beamed.

“Damn right,” she said brightly. “But did you see yourself in there? I think I had some competition,” she teased, and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Yeah, right. Too bad for him, I don’t play for his team,” you said with a laugh, before freezing as you realised exactly what words had fled your adrenaline-fuelled mouth. She paused, and you could see her mind racing behind her eyes as she quirked an interested eyebrow.

“R-really?” she asked, voice soft, teeth tugging on her lower lip as she appraised you thoughtfully. You kicked yourself.

Fuck, your brain hissed. Fuck fuck fuck - you made it weird, right on, Y/N. Look at how she’s looking at you! You done fucked up!

You smiled nervously. “I- um- I mean-” You sighed - there was no use trying to cover it up, now. “Well, yeah. That’s… is that okay?” Your voice was timid, and it seemed to snap her from her thoughts.

“Yeah, of course!” she was quick to assure you. “You’re still Y/N - friends forever and all that, right?” she said, tone a little too bright to be genuine. You felt a pit in your stomach, and you nodded.

“Yeah. Friends forever,” you mumbled. “Look, um… can you not mention it to Sam and Dean just yet? I haven’t really told them, and…”

Jo’s all-too-bright smile fell into one of empathy, and she stepped forward to touch your shoulder, fingertips lingering a little too long on your arm as she ran her hand soothingly down its side. Her touch sent shivers down your spine and raised goosebumps on your skin, and you were grateful for the long-sleeved flannel that hid your reaction to her caress.

“I get it,” she said quietly, and there was a raw, turbulent sincerity in her eyes that you couldn’t quite place. She cleared her throat, ducking her head and shaking it once before her eyes met yours again, composed and steady. “I won’t mention it.”

“Thanks,” you said quietly, and the two of you held eye contact, caught in a lingering moment of peace and familiarity that seemed to belong only to the both of you. You were lost in her eyes, wide and warm, only accentuated by the smudge of black eyeliner beneath them. She’d sweat off most of the makeup she’d been wearing for the case, leaving only a hint of smeared red lipstick fading from her lips and the faint, glittery sheen of highlight on her cheekbones, blending into the sweat that had her hair clinging to her temples.

She was beautiful.

You were startled out of your reverie when you heard a rapping at Jo’s bedroom door, and the two of you quickly drew away. Jo crossed her arms defensively, sighing, before responding;

“Come in!” she called, voice laced with irritation. The door swung open to reveal Sam, whose eyes sought yours.

“Sorry. Y/N, Dean and I are ready to head off when you are,” he declared, and you sighed.

“Just let me shower first,” you muttered, but Jo was quick to interject.

“Why don’t you stay here the night? There’s plenty of room, no need to rush off right away,” Jo protested, before shooting you a sly smile. “Besides, Y/N and I have plenty of catching up to do.”

Sam shrugged. “Sounds good to me - I’ll let Dean know,” he said, smiling once before turning away and letting the door fall shut behind him. As you heard his footsteps fade, Jo looked to you.

“Well, I dunno about you, but I’m ready for a shower,” she declared.

“Dibs next,” you replied, a smile stretching over your face. “Should I go find an air mattress or something while you’re busy?”

She scoffed. “Why would you need that? My bed’s plenty big for both of us. Watch out, though - I hog the covers,” she said, winking before walking into the bathroom, the door swinging shut in time with the sway of her hips. You blinked. She wasn’t… she wasn’t flirting with you, was she?

You quickly shook the thought away. No - impossible. You were reading too deeply into things. There was no way she… not after she’d looked at Dean like that… no. She wasn’t flirting - just being friendly, you thought decisively, settling back onto the bed and scrolling through your phone as you waited.

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By the time you’d both cleaned up, you were all but dead on your feet - as easy as it might have been, a hunt was a hunt - exhausting. You stumbled to the bed with leaden feet, running your fingers through your damp hair as you collapsed next to Jo, sliding under the covers and swallowing back the butterflies as Jo curled in close to you, her body heat quickly warming you up far more effectively than the steam of the shower. You felt nervous sweat prickle on the back of your neck as her legs wound with yours, bare skin on bare skin.

“I can’t remember the last time I had a sleepover,” she mused, and you laughed.

“Me neither,” you whispered, voices soft in the darkness cloaking the room. “What do people even talk about?”

She shrugged, chewing her lower lip as she considered. A mischievous grin crossed her face, and she nudged you playfully. “I know. Who do you have a crush on?” she asked in a teasing, sing-song voice. You rolled your eyes, hoping to cover up the panic that had flared in your chest at the question.

“Me? I think I should be asking you,” you countered, giving her a knowing smile and fighting to keep your voice even. Her brow furrowed.

“What do you mean?”

You raised an inquiring eyebrow. “I saw the looks between you and Dean. What’s going on there?” you asked, forcing yourself to keep your tone casual. Jo stared at you for a moment, before the comfortable silence was broken by the loud peals of her laughter.

“You- you think I like Dean?” she demanded. “No no no no no, I mean, we flirt sometimes, but- it’s nothing like that,” she chuckled. “There is a certain Winchester I happen to like a great deal, though,” she said, a shy smile spreading over her lips. Your brows shot your hairline.

“Sam? Really?” you asked in surprise, and she rolled her eyes, shaking her head. You made a face. “My dad?”

She slapped you playfully. “No, you idiot!” she said in exasperation. You looked at her expectantly.

“What? Then… who?” you asked, overwhelmed in your cluelessness. She rolled her eyes, but her playful demeanour turned tentative and nervous as she prolonged her silence. You saw her swallow, pressing her lips together as her fingers nervously fiddled with the bedsheet. The springs creaked as she shifted closer, the two of you almost chest to chest when she finally raised her gaze.

“Take a guess,” she whispered, before leaning forward to seal her lips to yours.

You froze against her mouth, and she drew back anxiously, but as soon as her lips left your own you were leaning forward to catch them again. She smiled into the kiss, her mouth soft on yours, tasting of mint toothpaste as your hand found her waist over the thin cotton fabric of her sleep shirt. Jo hummed pleasantly, her hand moving to rest on your cheek and her thumb smoothing over your skin as her tongue found yours, playing a teasing game of touch-and-go that had your heart racing and your hands shaking as you lost yourself in the taste of her, in the soft press of her body against yours. You could smell the apple scent of her shampoo, the freshly laundered smell of her clothes as she ran her hand down from your cheek to find a home at your neck, sneaking around to thread through your hair as she tilted your chin back so she could move her lips to your jaw, kissing down your throat…

Pulling back breathlessly, you exchanged astonished smiles as your chest quickly rose and fell, desperate for the air it had been deprived of during your sweet kiss.

“I-I thought you were straight,” you managed to gasp, and Jo’s face twisted in amusement.

“Did that seem straight to you?” she teased, raising your hand to her lips and grazing a kiss over your knuckles. “‘Sides, I thought you were straight.”

You snorted, and she grinned, her hand moving down to rest on your hip as she leaned in and rested her forehead against yours. Although the two of you were blanketed in the night, the room felt the furthest thing from dark - Jo still shone like the sun, her touch burning and her eyes gleaming bright with passion as they found yours.

“What happened to friends forever?” you breathed, and Jo smirked.

“I can think of something better,” she whispered, before surging forward to kiss you.

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watermelongirl01 · 2 months ago

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Sweet Rescue - 01

Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: None, I think.

A/N: I hope you like it, please let me know if you do!

Your parents always warned you about the dangers of driving late at night, but did you listen?

It all happened too fast. As you were waiting for the red light to change, out of nowhere you felt a violent impact on the left side of your car, launching you across the empty street. Shattered glasses splattered down your face and you instinctively squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the worst, only opening them again until your car finally came to a stop.

The front of your car was completely destroyed, which is likely the reason why your legs felt trapped. You tried to move them to get out of the car, but it didn’t work. Your eyesight started to get blurry. You reached up to touch the side of your head and immediately felt a wave of nausea wash over you when you looked at the blood on your fingers.

There was no room to move, your throat felt dry and tight, refusing to let you scream for help. Your phone was nowhere to be found, and with each passing moment, your eyelids grew heavier, as if sleep was pulling you under.

You weren’t sure what the handsome firefighter was trying to tell you, you weren’t even sure when they arrived at the scene, let alone who called for them.

The only thing you were sure of, was that the man in front of you had the prettiest green eyes you’ve ever seen in your entire existence.

Suddenly, the shock wave left your body, and all the noise came back. The blaring sirens and flashing lights complicate your vision, their brightness finally blinding you. For the first time in what felt like forever, you blinked again. The dryness in your eyes stung a bit, giving you a hint of how long you had been frozen at that moment.

“Sweetheart?” A deep and raspy voice caught your attention.

“You have pretty eyes.” He flashed a smile at you.

You saw how he gestured for the other firefighters to help him get you out of the wrecked automobile.

“Don’t move your head, sweetheart, my friends here are going to take good care of you.” He pointed at two women who seemed to be the paramedics.

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“Oh God, I came as soon as I heard.” A worried redhead barged into your hospital room. “Are you okay boss?”

Charlie has been there since you opened the bakery. Doesn’t do a lot of baking but she’s really good at managing business.

“I’m okay, they just wanted me to stay the night to monitor my contusion.” You reassured. “I will be discharged in a couple of hours. Just remind me to never drive at night again.”

The redhead sat on the end of the bed. “What happened?”

“A drunk driver, luckily the street was empty, it was just me, so it wasn’t a big accident.” You quickly explained.

“I heard the firefighters got you out.” She narrowed her eyes. “Pretty? Hot? Spill it.”

You chuckled while shaking your head. “Pretty hot, I would say.”

“We’ll have to thank them to save the best boss ever.”

“Oww, I knew you cared, Charlie.” You said placing a hand on your heart.

“Well of course, if you die I become jobless.”

“Touching words Charlie, they are really heartwarming.”

“No, really boss, I’m glad you’re fine.” She smiled softly, grabbing your hand between hers. “I should come back to the bakery, and make sure Donna hasn’t burned anything, but I will come back in a few hours to get you home, got it?”

“Got it.”

You waved goodbye to her and smiled to yourself. There was nothing much to do but stare at the white, sterile walls around you. No phone to distract you, it was probably destroyed in the accident. You’d been planning to replace it anyway, though not before buying the new refrigerator for the bakery, paying the bills, and—oh right—baking the wedding cake for your aunt, along with cupcakes for that birthday party. Damn it, you were way too busy to be hospitalized.

Before you could spiral further into your thoughts, a throat clearing from across the room caught your attention. You looked up to find a tall, green-eyed man staring at you.

Those eyes

“Hey, I'm Captain Winchester, I don’t know if you remember me, but I —.” You interrupted him.

“The firefighter who pulled me out of the car, I remember.”

He smiled widely. “You do?” He chuckled a little. “I came to drop some patients and found out you stayed overnight, so I came to check on you.”

“Yeah, apparently they wanted to monitor my head injury and the concussion, but they will discharge me in a minute.”

“It was a pretty nasty cut, huh?” He pointed at the baby pink Hello Kitty band-aid covering your tiny wound.

You laughed a little embarrassed. “Hey, it could’ve been dangerous, I almost died out there.”

“Not on my watch, sweetheart.” He leaned on the end of the bed, getting closer to you. You struggled to breathe.

Your hand traveled at the tiny band-aid in your head, suddenly remembering your choice of style.

“You know, they didn’t have normal ones, so they gave me no choice.”

“The hospital didn’t have regular band-aids and forced you to use a Hello Kitty one?”

“Yup, those bastards.” You frowned, not able to hide your smile.

He narrowed his eyes at you, calling your bullshit.

“Fine, I chose it, but it was because it’s the only band-aid that fits my personality.”

He chuckled. “That I can see.”

Captain Winchester stayed for about half an hour, chatting with you. He would have stayed longer, but one of the paramedics—Jo, as you had learned—came looking for him.

“Dean?” You looked up in surprise at the blonde girl standing in your doorway. Captain Winchester seemed equally caught off guard. “The guys are waiting for you. They want to rest.”

“Oh, sorry,” Dean muttered, glancing at his watch in confusion. “I kind of lost track of time.” He turned back to Jo. “This is the lady from the accident. Jo is, well, you know her.” He gestured to you. “Jo’s the paramedic who helped you.”

“I remember. Thank you so much, Jo,” you said, offering a genuine smile.

Jo nodded, her expression briefly softening. “That’s my job, but glad to see you’re okay.” Her focus quickly shifted back to him, barely acknowledging you.

Dean gave you a small smile, his fingers tapping on the bed rails. “I should get going, but I’m glad you’re alright.” He hesitated for a moment, then added, “Need a ride? There’s room on the truck.”

Jo raised an eyebrow at his words, clearly confused by his offer.

“Oh, my friend should be on her way. But I appreciate it, really.” You smiled at him.

He returned the smile, more warmly this time. “Alright. see you around, then.”

“Bye, Captain,” you said, your voice soft as you watched him leave.

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“See you around? Are you stupid, Dean?”

“Jeez Sammy, I’m sorry, my mind blocked for a moment, okay?.” Dean looked up at his brother, feeling slightly offended.

“Clearly, how are you gonna see her around if you didn’t even ask for her number.”

“I’ll ask Cas, he’s a doctor there, maybe he can get me her phone number?.”

“No, he can’t, it’s against the hospital policies.”

“What if I invite him a beer in exchange?” Sam shook his head in disbelief.

“A bribe? That's illegal.”

“No, it’s not.” His fingers grabbed the bacon on his breakfast plate.

“Of course it is Dean.”

“It’s not illegal if you don’t get caught.”

“That’s not how it works, and you know it.” Sam massaged his temples with his fingers.

“Fine! I’ll ask Jo if she can do a follow-up and help me get her number.” The older brother took a bite out of his bacon, shrinking his shoulders.

“No, bad idea, don’t ask Jo.”

“Why not?” Dean looked at this brother in utter confusion.

“Just don’t, trust me.”

Dean's mouth opened to argue back, but before he could say something a soft voice interrupted him.

“Excuse me? I'm looking for Captain Winchester.”

And there you were, looking beautiful, a different band-aid adorned your forehead, this time it didn’t have a Hello Kitty on it, it was simple in a pretty cherry red color. You were juggling with a bunch of pink pastry boxes, Dean recognized the logo, it was from his favorite bakery.

“You’ve found him.” You smiled when your eyes found his green ones.

He immediately stepped forward to help you with the boxes, noticing there were at least six of them, each in a different size.

"This is for you," you said, offering him a warm smile. "Well, for all of you," you added, glancing at the curious firefighters who were watching. "It’s just a small way to say thank you for saving my life."

"Oh, sweetheart, you didn’t have to do this," he replied, smiling at you.

“It’s really no trouble,” you said with a shrug, your voice softening. "I didn’t know what to bring, so I grabbed a little bit of everything, pie, cupcakes, cinnamon rolls, cookies, I hope you like it." You clasped your hands together. "It was baked with a lot of love and a big thank you."

"How do you know it was baked with a lot of love?" came from Jo’s voice, echoing from the doorway as she leaned against the frame, arms crossed.

Dean winced, but you didn’t seem bothered by her tone.

"Uh, I baked them." you said, smiling softly.

"Do you work there, sweetheart?" Dean asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Well, kinda," you chuckled lightly. "I actually own the place."

"You own the bakery with the best pies in town?" Dean asked, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice.

"I don’t know about the best pies in town," you said with a small laugh, "but yeah, I own it."

"Awesome." He said.

"Excuse my brother." A deep voice said from behind him. A tall man with long hair stepped forward and offered his hand with a smile. "He really does love your bakery. I’m Lieutenant Sam Winchester."

You shook his hand, handing him a piece of paper as you did. He glanced at it, looking slightly confused.

"I wasn’t sure what would be enough," you explained, suddenly feeling a little shy. "But being there during the accident, seeing all of your faces, it just made me feel like I had another chance. So, I wanted to give you something to show how much I appreciate what you did for me."

You took a deep breath, watching his expression carefully. "For the next year, you can go to my bakery and get anything you want. My treat."

Sam blinked, surprised. "What? That’s too much, Are you sure?"

You nodded with a smile. "Yes, absolutely. I’ve already talked to all my employees. If I’m not there, they’ve been instructed to let you take whatever you want every morning. No charge."

"That’s really kind of you," a voice said from behind you. "We really appreciate it."

"Sweetheart, this is Chief Singer, Bobby Singer." Dean said, introducing you.

"A pleasure, Chief. You have the finest firefighters in town." you said with a smile.

Bobby grinned. "That I know." he replied, clearly proud.

You glanced at Dean, suddenly reminded of your to-do list. "I really should get going. I need to take care of some things for the insurance company."

"Let me walk you out, sweetheart," Dean offered.

You nodded, gathering your things as you made your way toward the door, stopping to say goodbye to everyone in the room.

"Thanks for the pie, beautiful," Dean said teasingly.

You felt your cheeks flush. "Thanks to you, for rescuing me and for checking on me."

"Always," he said, his smile softening. "I’ll be there tomorrow, first thing in the morning."

"I’ll make sure to be there."

"You better." he said with a playful grin.

And he stood there watching her leave the fire station, her red high heels clicking against the gray concrete floor and hips moving side to side as she walked out.

“Oh my god, you really like her.” A voice coming from behind him said.

“Shut up, Sammy.”

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s been a year already.” The younger sibling looked at him, placing a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “It’s okay to move on.”

Dean simply nodded.

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ao3feed-crowley · 6 years ago

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Harder Than it Looks

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2M84G8x

by reigningqueenofwords

Words: 2043, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Taking Azeroth by Storm

Fandoms: World of Warcraft, WoW - Fandom, Supernatural

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, Gen

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, John Winchester, Gordon, Crowley, Lucifer, Ruby, Castiel, Meg

Relationships: Jo x fem!Reader

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2M84G8x

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Crowley

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ao3feed-destiel-02 · 1 year ago

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Wayward Daughter

Wayward Daughter https://ift.tt/v3AuO6D by seniaasaysstuff05 Where Alexandra Potter is finally found. Mysteries are unraveled and chaos Insues. Watching the Series, Supernatural x Harry Potter. FEM! Oc x Dean Winchester x Castiel. Chapters will show bits and pieces of all the seasons. But will mainly focus of Alexandra and Dean’s romance. Crossposted from my wattpad @moonromano. Only on Wattpad and Ao3. So if you see this on any other platform, please let me know! Words: 810, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Cain (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Jessica Moore (Supernatural), James Potter, John Winchester, Rowena MacLeod, Meg | Demon Possessing Meg Masters, Barty Crouch Jr., Regulus Black, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Harry Potter, Original Supernatural (TV) Character(s), Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Daphne Greengrass, Ginny Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Oliver Wood, Azazel (Supernatural), Balthazar (Supernatural) Relationships: Dean Winchester/Original Female Character(s), Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester/Reader, Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Draco Malfoy/Theodore Nott/Blaise Zabini, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Regulus Black/Barty Crouch Jr., Regulus Black & Sirius Black, Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Ellen Harvelle/Bobby Singer, John Winchester’s A+ parenting - Relationship, Charlie Bradbury/Jo Harvelle, Cain & Dean Winchester, Gabriel & Rowena MacLeod, Gabriel/Rowena MacLeod, Donna Hanscum/Jody Mills Additional Tags: watching the movies, watching the series, Season/Series 01, Reaction, Protective Dean Winchester, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Domestic Fluff, Romance, Established Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Stanford Era (Supernatural), Alive Jessica Moore (Supernatural), Protective Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Parental Ellen Harvelle, Parental Bobby Singer (Supernatural), lily potter is salty asf, Parental Rowena MacLeod, Mark of Cain (Supernatural), Parental Gabriel (Supernatural), Badass Death the Horseman (Supernatural), Fix-It, John Winchester Has Issues, Sam Winchester's Demonic Powers, Original Character(s), Married Ellen Harvelle/Bobby Singer, Angels are Dicks (Supernatural) via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/z8VsLag January 07, 2024 at 04:20PM

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ao3feed-castiel · 6 years ago

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Harder Than it Looks

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2M84G8x

by reigningqueenofwords

Words: 2043, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Taking Azeroth by Storm

Fandoms: World of Warcraft, WoW - Fandom, Supernatural

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, Gen

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, John Winchester, Gordon, Crowley, Lucifer, Ruby, Castiel, Meg

Relationships: Jo x fem!Reader

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watermelongirl01 · 2 months ago

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Sweet Rescue - 02

Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: None, but let me know if I missed something.

A/N: Please, please let me know if you like it, I appreciate all your comments.

5:00 am.

You woke up from a restless sleep, you had something in mind and there was only one thing you wondered about.

Did you have enough pie?

Captain Winchester had said he would be there first thing in the morning and expressed a deep love for your pie recipe. You knew you shouldn’t let on how excited you were about seeing him again, and it was probably best if he didn’t know you cared that much.

But you did care, So fuck that.

You needed to be sure to have all the pie you needed.

5:30 am.

You slipped into your robe and made your way down the stairs that led directly from your apartment to the bakery below.

Sure, you could’ve used your kitchen upstairs, but where was the fun in that? Living right above your shop meant you didn’t have to worry about dishes, especially when Donna would be downstairs to help in the shop’s kitchen.

You opened your apartment door and descended the familiar stairs. The cold and the quiet darkness greeted you as you reached the bottom. The large glass windows of the shop let in just enough light from outside to guide your steps toward the kitchen door, where the smell of dough still lingered in the air.

6:00 am

You preheated the oven while you start with the pie fillings.

The kitchen was getting warmer and warmer and your arms started to get sore from kneading the dough.

6:40 am.

The first batch went to the oven.

7:30 am

You set the pies down on the table.

You’d probably gone a little overboard, apple, pecan, cherry, peach, pumpkin, rhubarb, sweet potato, banana cream, lemon meringue, and a few experimental flavors you hadn’t even tasted yet.

Damn, you really went all out.

You sat in front of the pies, trying not to overthink it, but the self-doubt crept in. Was this too much? You didn’t want anyone to think you were some obsessive bitch. Your mind spiraled, Maybe you should’ve just stuck to the basics, and the lecture looped on repeat, getting louder and louder.

Then, you heard the unmistakable sound of a car pulling into the driveway, followed by the rhythmic stomp of boots hitting the ground.

Your eyes went wide with horror. Charlie was here.

Panicking, you ran, making sure everything was off as you rushed upstairs. You jump into the bathroom, turning on the shower.

——

“Oh hey, boss.” The redhead flashed you a grin as you walked into the bakery.

“Hey, Charlie. How’s everything going?” You returned the smile, trying to shake off the lingering nervousness.

“Just opened. Looks like you’re ready for the day, showered and everything.”

“Yeah, I slept through my alarm, so I figured I’d better be presentable.”

“Uh-huh, sure. Was it really for looking presentable, though? Or for washing away the evidence of the hundred pies you baked? Did you even sleep last night?” She placed a hand on her hip, her teasing grin never fading.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You furrowed your brows in exaggerated confusion, trying to play it cool.

“Oh, come on. Poor Donna walked in and nearly had a heart attack when she saw all those dishes.” She laughed, shaking her head.

“Well, poor Donna will be getting a bonus this month.” you said with a shrug.

“Oh, I already made sure of that.” She grabbed her apron and tossed yours at you. “But seriously, what’s all this about?”

“The hot firefighter,” you said nonchalantly.

“Oh, he’s coming today? That’s why you baked for an army?”

“I just didn’t know which pie is his favorite,” you muttered, a little defensive. “Be honest, am I an over-the-top weirdo?”

“Oh, honey, you’ve always been one.” She smirked. “But don’t worry, I’m sure you will be his favorite pie flavor.”

“Oh, shut it.” You rolled your eyes as you headed for the kitchen.

“I’ll let you know when your hot firefighter arrives,” Charlie called after you, her voice full of mischief.

——

“Excuse me, I’m looking for the owner of this place.”

The redhead frowned in confusion, looking up to meet a pair of bright green eyes.

“Oh, you must be the firefighter,” she said with a smile, her expression lightening.

“How did you know?” Dean asked, a little surprised.

“A hunch.” She smiled again and knocked on the door behind the counter. “Hey, boss, the hot firefighter is here.”

Damn Charlie.

Dean’s gaze followed the sound of the door opening, his eyes falling on you as you emerged from the kitchen. Your ponytail was neatly in place, your skin glowing, and your perfect lips tinted in a soft pink.

“Hey, Captain,” you greeted, your smile warm.

“You can call me Dean, sweetheart,” he replied, his eyes twinkling.

“Dean it is.” You took two large pastry boxes and set them down on the counter with a graceful motion. “I pre-selected some pies for you, but feel free to pick anything else you like from the display.” You gestured toward the desserts on the display refrigerator.

“You sure about this?” Dean raised an eyebrow, eyeing the boxes. “Sweetheart, this is a lot of food. You’re losing money.”

“It’s okay, really,” you said with a reassuring smile.

“You sure?” he pressed, clearly not convinced.

You nodded. “And it's not entirely free. It's for the small price of saving my life.”

“But that’s my job.” He chuckled. “Tell you what,” he added, suddenly more serious. “I’ll take all of this if you agree to go on a date with me tomorrow night.”

You flashed him a bright, teasing smile. “You have yourself a deal.”

“Amazing.” Dean lifted the pastry boxes effortlessly. As he looked around, he noticed a box of bakery business cards sitting on the counter. “Is this your number?” he asked, pointing to the cards.

You shook your head. “It’s the bakery’s number, you call there if you want a three-floor cake for your quinceañera.” you said, reaching under the counter for your card. You shoved Charlie out of the way with a playful shove and handed it to Dean. “This one’s mine.”

“I’ll make sure to call you,” he said with a wink.

“You better,” you replied with a sly smile

“Bye, redhead.”

Charlie looked at you with a big smile on her face. “Look at you, all lit up like a Christmas tree.”

——

Jo sat in the common room, watching Sam arrive alone. She raised an eyebrow, confused.

"Hey, Sam!" she greeted. "Did you come in alone?" In all her years at the firehouse, she'd never seen the brothers show up separately.

"Oh, yeah. Dean wanted to stop by the bakery before shift, and I had some errands to run here." Sam explained.

"He went to the bakery and left you behind?" Jo’s tone was more indignant than she intended.

"Well, it's not like that. I do have my own car." Sam tried to clarify, but Jo wasn’t listening. She was too focused on Dean’s absence.

"Amazing. All that just to chase the baker’s skirt?" Sam blinked in surprise.

"Uh, no. I actually think it’s more than that," Sam replied, shifting uncomfortably.

"What do you mean?" Jo asked, leaning in, skeptical.

"I just think he’s ready to date again after the Amara thing." Sam said quietly.

That left Jo momentarily speechless. But before she could react, Dean walked into the firehouse, holding a box of your baked goods. Behind him, a few of the firefighters eagerly followed, eyeing the treats.

"Unbelievable. All this for a dozen of overpriced cookies?" Jo muttered.

"Oh, they’re not overpriced," Dean said with a grin. "And totally worth it. You should try one."

Jo shook her head, refusing the offer.

Dean smirked at Sam while holding up a card. "And guess who has a date tomorrow?"

Jo sighed, rolling her eyes as she turned and headed towards the locker room.

"What’s her deal?" Dean asked, glancing at Sam.

Sam just shrugged.

A sudden emergency interrupted the brothers' conversation, forcing Dean to leave everything on the kitchen table, your personal card included, resting there on top of the pastry boxes.

“Don’t touch my pie!” he shouted, rushing toward the truck.

In the chaos, as firefighters scrambled to manage the scene, your card was knocked to the floor and landed near Jo’s ankle boots.

She looked down at it, her mind racing. For a moment, she considered picking it up, but she quickly dismissed the idea. Instead, she nudged it away with her foot, pushing it down the kitchen aisle. No one would notice, and no one would be hurt by it. Dean would have more time to heal, away from any distractions, and you wouldn’t become just another notch in his belt.

It wasn’t that she hated you, but seeing that card made something twist uncomfortably in her chest. She wasn’t blind to what was happening between you and Dean, but she wasn’t about to let him fall for someone like you, not when he needed space, not when he still had so much to work through. But that moment wasn’t just about protecting Dean’s heart, no, it was about protecting her own, too.

She quickly washed away any sign of guilt on her face and followed everyone to the trucks.

——

"Where the hell is it?" Dean was frantically tossing items around the kitchen.

"Oh, God, Dean!" Bobby's voice cut through the chaos. "What are you doing? Look at this place."

"I left it here, and now it's gone."

"Food doesn't last long around here, son."

"No, not the food, the number. Her number." Bobby raised an eyebrow in confusion. "She gave it to me, and now it has disappeared. I haven't called her yet, and she's gonna think I’m just another player."

"But you kinda are," Bobby said.

It was true. Since the whole Amara thing, Dean had been... well, a little too generous with his attention to women, leaving a trail of broken hearts in his way. But this was different. Bobby had never seen Dean like this before.

"Not the point, Bobby." Dean sighed, clearly frustrated.

Bobby, looking a little too pleased with himself, placed a hand on Dean's shoulder.

"Let me tell you what, son. Your truck’s almost out of gas. Why don’t you and the boys take it to the station, and fill the tank? And hey, make sure you take the street that passes near the bakery, just to, you know, say hello."

Dean’s eyes lit up, a grin spreading across his face as he grabbed his jacket.

"You’re a genius, Chief."

Dean quickly gathered the crew and jumped into his truck, headed straight for you. Bobby stood watching him go, a satisfied smile on his face. He glanced at the pie Dean had been saving for himself, shrugged, and cut himself a piece before heading to his office. After all, he was alone. No one would ever know.

——

“Uh, Boss?” Charlie’s voice floated in as she gently knocked on the kitchen door.

“Yes, Charlie?” You didn’t look up, still focused on decorating your cupcakes.

“Remember that hot firefighter?” she asked, peeking in.

You raised an eyebrow but didn’t stop piping icing. “Yeah?”

“I think you might want to go outside,” she said, a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Confused, you looked up from your work. “What? Why?”

Donna appeared beside Charlie, quickly swiping the pastry bag from your hands. “I’ll finish these for you. Go on.”

You raised your hands in mock surrender. “Fine.” You stood up, but Charlie stopped you.

“Let me fix this.” She patted your head, brushing away what was probably powdered sugar. “Go.”

Still confused, you walked toward the door, but as soon as you saw the red glow outside, everything clicked. Your glass door was tinted red from the reflection of a massive fire truck parked in front of your shop.

And then you saw him.

Dean.

He was wearing his navy firefighter jacket, the one with the logo of his station on the sleeve. He looked unreal.

You opened the door, trying to act casual, though your heart was racing. You took a quick glance at the fire truck again, then back to him.

“Captain?” you chuckled, your voice betraying a touch of nervousness. “Everything okay?”

Dean took a step forward, glancing around before entering your shop. “Sorry about blocking your driveway, Sweetheart. I just... didn’t want you to think I’m some player for not texting you.”

You blinked, caught off guard, but nodded for him to continue. You had noticed his lack of texting, but with the craziness of the shop, you hadn’t had time to think about it.

“I lost your number,” he said, a genuine tone of sorrow in his voice.

You smirked and held out your hand. “Your phone, Captain.”

He pulled out his cell and handed it to you without hesitation.

“No password?” you teased, glancing at him while you added your number.

“Got nothing to hide, especially not from you, sweetheart,” he said with a playful grin.

You raised an eyebrow. “We’ll see.”

“Date’s still on for tomorrow. I’ll text you the details.”

“Just don’t lose the phone,” you shot back, your lips curling into a smile.

He grinned. “Oh, that’s funny, sweetheart.” Then, before you could say anything else, he leaned in and brushed a kiss on your cheek. “See you then.”

“Bye, Captain,” you called after him, a flutter in your chest as you watched him walk away.

“Marry him.” Donna said behind you, you just rolled your eyes and laughed.

Dean got inside the truck and looked at his brother with a big smile on his face.

“What?”

“Oh, you’re going to fall so hard.”

“Is that a threat, Sammy?” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Whatever lover boy.”

——

You paced back and forth in your living room, anxiety bubbling up as you glanced at the clock. You’d already changed outfits four times, and you still weren’t sure if you’d chosen the right one.

Donna and Charlie had decided to stay past their shifts to help, but you were still second-guessing yourself.

“I’m sure he’d like you even if you were wearing a potato sack,” Donna said, her voice light as she sipped her wine.

“You think?” you asked, eyeing yourself in the mirror.

“Of course. Girl, he’s smitten,” Donna replied, her confidence unwavering.

You traced the hem of your red dress, frowning as you considered her words. You glanced in the mirror, smoothing your hands over the red dress you’d finally settled on. It hugged you in all the right places.

“Hey, the bakery’s closed,” Charlie said as she entered, but she stopped in her tracks when she saw you. “Oh, he’s going to lose his mind. You look very hot.”

You smiled. “Thank you, Charlie.”

“I’m glad we stuck with this one after the hundred dresses you tried on.” Charlie’s teasing tone made you roll your eyes.

Before you could answer, your phone buzzed. You checked the screen, it was Dean. He’d arrived.

Donna and Charlie wasted no time, ushering you toward the door before you could glance at yourself in the mirror one more time.

You stepped outside, and there he was leaning casually against his Impala, a bouquet of flowers in hand. The sight of him stopped you in your tracks. His head turned at the sound of the door, and his breath visibly caught the second he saw you.

Dean’s gaze swept over you, slow and deliberate, his green eyes lingering as if he were memorizing every inch of you. He straightened up, his usual confidence faltering for just a moment as his lips curved into a lopsided smile.

“Hey, Sweetheart.” he said, his voice deeper than usual. “You look…wow.”

Heat bloomed in your chest as you walked toward him. “Hi, Dean. These are beautiful.”

“They’re nothing compared to you,” he said softly, handing you the bouquet without breaking eye contact.

“Let me get them in water so we can get going.” You turned to head back inside, but before you could, Charlie popped her head out the door.

“I’ve got it,” she said, grabbing the bouquet and shooing you back outside. You didn’t even notice she followed you downstairs.

Dean opened the car door for you, His hand brushed your back lightly as you slid inside, the small touch sending a spark through you. As you slid into the passenger seat, you smiled at the familiar scent of leather of his car apparently named Baby.

Even at the restaurant, he was attentive, pulling out your chair for you to sit on.

“Tell me about you,” he said, leaning forward. “I want to know everything.”

You smiled, your nerves starting to ease. “Well, I inherited my bakery from my grandparents. It’s been my passion since I was little. My parents moved away, so it’s just me keeping the place running.”

Dean nodded, his eyes never leaving your face. There was something in the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the room.

His expression softened. “That’s impressive. Takes guts to keep something like that alive.” he said quietly, and the sincerity in his voice made your breath hitch.

“What about you?” you asked, trying to shift the focus back to him.

“When I was four, my family was in a fire,” he began, his voice steady but tinged with something deeper, you instinctively reached out, placing your hand on his. He dropped his gaze to where your fingers touched, his lips curving into a small smile.

Dean’s expression softened as he took a deep breath. “When I was four, my family was in a fire. I’ve admired firefighters ever since and followed them around. That’s how I met Bobby, our chief. He took me under his wing and helped me get started as a Junior firefighter. And now years later, I’m the Captain.”

You gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “You’re really determined, aren’t you?”

He chuckled. “Guess I am. But when I’m not on shift, I work on cars. Baby keeps me busy, and I fix up my friends' cars too. If I wasn’t a firefighter, I’d probably be a mechanic.”

“Funny. If I wasn’t a baker, I’d have been a ballerina,” you said, grinning.

He raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Oh, really? I think you should still do it. You’d look amazing in a tutu.”

The evening unfolded with laughter, easy conversation, and lingering glances. There was undeniable chemistry between you two, sparks flying every time his hand brushed yours, every time you caught his smile.

When dinner ended, By the time he walked you to your door, the tension between you was palpable.

“Thank you for tonight,” you said, smiling up at him. “But next time... I think we should go for a burger.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “So, the rumors are true.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What rumors?”

“That you’re going to be my downfall.” He stepped closer, his voice dropping. “I’ve been dying to do something all night.”

Your breath caught as he tilted your chin up, his lips hovering just a whisper away.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice rough and quiet like he was holding back everything he felt.

Your heart thundered in your chest, and all you could manage was a soft, “Please.”

He leaned in slowly, as if giving you the chance to pull away but when his lips finally touched yours, the world seemed to stop. His kiss was soft at first, a hesitant brush of warmth that sent a rush of heat through your entire body.

But when you tilted your head, leaning into him, he deepened the kiss with a quiet groan. His hand slid to the small of your back, pulling you closer, while his other hand cupped your face as if you were something fragile.

His lips moved against yours with a fervor that left you breathless, every motion speaking of the longing he’d been holding back all night. He kissed you like you were the only thing he wanted in the world, savoring your lips every second.

The faint taste of whiskey lingered on his lips, mingling with the intoxicating scent of his cologne. The combination overwhelmed your senses, making you dizzy with how right it all felt.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested gently against yours, both of you struggling to catch your breath. His thumb brushed lightly against your cheek as if he was reluctant to let go.

“You’re even more dangerous than I thought,” he said, his lips brushing yours again in the faintest tease of a kiss.

“Dean,” you murmured, laughing softly, “you’d better not be married.”

The sudden tension in his body was subtle but undeniable. Something flickered in his eyes, gone almost as quickly as it appeared.

“Just joking,” you added quickly, brushing it off.

He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes this time. “I know.” His hand trailing down to his side as if it pained him to stop touching you.

Still, before he left, he stole one last kiss, this one softer, a lingering moment that left you breathless all over again.

“See you tomorrow, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice low and full of affection.

“You’ll see me tomorrow, Captain.”

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holylulusworld · 3 years ago

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Slumber party

Request: Hey so I know it sounds a bit ridiculous, haha but just imagine Sam and Dean coming back from a hunt to find you have a slumber party with Jess and all the other girls from Supernatural? Jo, Ellen, Charlie, Rowena.. can you imagine 😍

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader, Sam Winchester x Jess Moore

Characters: Rowena MacLeod, Meg Masters, Bela Talbot, Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle, Claire Novak, Alex Jones, Donna Hanscum, Jody Mills, Charlie Bradbury

Warnings: getting drunk, games, talk about sex, awkward situations, implied smut

A/N: For my story everyone is alive.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“Alright, who’s next?” Charlie spins the bottle, grinning at you when it points at you once again. “Aw, look! It’s Y/N’s turn again. Now, truth or dare?”

“Charlie, this is not how the game is played! And why does the bottle always point at me? This is five times in a row!” you complain. “I wanna have more drinks, food, and play another game.”

“No, we want to play truth or dare Bela style,” Bela smirks, handing you another margarita. “My recipe, babe. You won’t get drunk but feel like you are walking on air.”

“You are the devil,” looking around the library you narrow your eyes. “All of you are evil.”

“I don’t know about the others,” Rowena coos, patting your thigh, “but I used to be a bad girl, my dear. Now, truth or dare.” The witch sits next to you on a large pillow, joining the circle once again.

“Truth or dare,” Alex and Claire singsong. “And drinks for all of us!” the girls longingly look at the margarita in your hand. “Please?”

“No drinks for you, kiddos,” you sip at your next drink, letting the too-sweet liquid run down your throat. “You are twenty, Claire. One more year, sweetie.”

“Only one,” Claire complains. “Please, Jody? Maybe at least a beer? All of you got drinks all night long.”

“Nope,” Jody pops the p, smirking as both girls sigh deeply. “Next year you can have as many drinks as you want to at our annual sleepover at the bunker.”

“Wait, that’s the first sleepover at the bunker,” Jess snickers when you whip your head toward Jody. “I mean, we can do it again when the guys are out of town to not disturb our party.”

“We should do this every weekend,” Charlie raises her glass. “I usually don’t drink that much, but this is fun.”

“Uh-huh. You only enjoy seeing us all in our pajamas, young lady,” Donna nods her head knowingly. “I bet you like my cute ass the most.”

“Oh, I don’t have a favorite yet,” Charlie lets her eyes wander, checking all of your friends out. “Nah, we are friends. I can’t get into your pants.”

“Why?” Bela asks, handing another drink to Rowena. “We are all friends and, I kissed a girl more than once.” She smirks at Jess. “I bet little miss sunshine over there had her fair share of dirty kisses with girls too.”

“How do you wanna know?” Jess grunts. “I am the kiss and not tell kind of girl, Ms. Talbot. If you want to know more about my dirty experiences, you need to mix me a lot more margaritas, lady.”

“I bet Samuel and you’ve got dirty and kinky sex. He doesn’t carry handcuffs and ropes around only for hunting purposes I assume,” Rowena raises her glass, snickering at Jess’s pained expression. “I knew he’s a kinky man.”

“Rowena, can you just not,” you whisper. “You know Jess doesn’t like to talk about her sex life and, I live here too. I can never face Sam again if I get to know more about his preferences in the bedroom than I already know.”

“Oh, you know things?” now Meg scoots closer to poke your thigh. “Details. NOW! I need to know everything. Maybe I can use a trick or two on Castiel.”

“Ladies, don’t we have a round of truth and dare to play?” Ellen walks into the library, carrying a large bowl of popcorn. “It was Y/N’s turn, wasn’t it?”

“Mom, where is the good stuff? Didn’t we buy more chips?” Jo rummages in one of the bags, cursing under her breath. “Who stole my stuff?”

“Sorry,” munch. Charlie shrugs when the blonde gives her a dirty look. “I didn’t know it was your stuff. I got hungry after three margaritas. What can I say?”

“There is more in the kitchen, Jo. Chips, ice cream, sweets, chocolate. Whatever your heart desires,” now Bela giggles as Rowena exclaims Jo wants a big dick, not food.

“Rowena!”

“What? I can sense her frustration,” the red-head shrugs. “Now, back to the game. Y/N, what will you choose this time? Dare again?”

“Truth,” you grumble. “But lemme down my drink first. I can’t answer one more question about my life without another drink.”

“Cheers to that,” Donna raises her glass. “May all of our sleepovers be blessed with booze, food, and light conversations. May we all be still alive at our next slumber party.”

“Amen to that,” Meg nods, giving Donna a pained smile.

“Bitch, give me another drink,” you slur. “Now, Bela. Hurry or you’ll never be our bartender again, babe.”

“Alright,” Charlie claps her hands, waiting for everyone to join the circle on the floor again. “Y/N, did you already have sex with Dean?”

You choke on your drink, coughing as everyone looks at you, expectantly.

“Come on, spill it. I have a dry spell for months,” Jo complains.

“You will not have sex before you turn thirty-five,” Ellen warns, pointing her index finger at Jo. “I mean it, Joanna Beth.”

“Back to Y/N and Dean,” Meg insists. “So, did you ride his dick? Can his cock keep up with his cocky attitude? I always wondered if the rumors about Dean’s stamina are true.”

“Is he thick?” Bela wants to know. “Come on, girl. Don’t leave us hanging. We all need juicy details.”

“Guys, I didn’t—I mean Dean and I are friends only. He—he doesn’t see me that way. Uh—Dean would never make a move,” you answer honestly. “Why would he? We are buddies, ya know.”

“Nonsense,” Jess interjects, sipping on her third margarita. “Dean eye-fucks you every time he gets the chance to. Friends don’t strip your clothes off with their eyes and imagine you writhe on their cock. I bet he imagines railing you like there is no tomorrow.”

Everyone looks at Jess with wide eyes. The blonde usually hold back when it comes to sex, but now she shrugs, giving you a smirk. “If he’s only a little bit like Sam, you are in for a wild ride, babe. He’ll fuck you so good.”

“Jess,” gasping you watch your friend talk about her sex life with Sam, Dean being into you and Bela’s margaritas. “How do you wanna know?”

“I have eyes?” she says. “Oh-there he is. SAMMY!” she jumps up, to run toward Sam and Dean who, walk into the library, guns aimed.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Dean exclaims, securing his gun when his eyes land on you and the girls sitting on the floor, drinking and joking. “I thought we got intruders. WAIT! Did you plan a slumber party?”

“Kinda,” smiling sheepishly at Dean you try to hide you and the girls planned the sleepover for months. “We thought we could exchange information and have a few drinks.”

“Why don’t you stay?” Jess whines, tugging at Sam’s wrist. “Come on, baby. We can have a few drinks and play games. We got food too.”

“Aw, I wanna braid his hair,” Charlie jumps up to help Jess drag the tall hunter toward you and the others. “Can we Sammy? Please.”

“They are drunk,” the elder brother grunts, smirking when you get up to offer a slice of pizza to the hunter. “But they got nice food and drinks.”

“Will ya join us too, Deanie?” already dragging the hunter toward your large pillow, giggling as he mutters under his breath you feel your heart flutter. “You can sit with me, Dean. The pillow is big enough for the both of us.”

“Look who’s about to cuddle,” Charlie says, watching Dean awkwardly sit down on your pillow, legs spread wide.

“Shut up, Charlie, and braid Sam’s hair. I’ve got this,” you slump down onto the pillow to sit between Dean’s legs.

“Whoa, careful there,” Dean grunts when you rest your back against his chest. You pat his thighs, sighing as he’s warm and smells too good. “Y/N?”

“Shush, just watch Charlie braid Sam’s hair,” you watch Claire, Charlie, and Alex fight over Sam’s hair. “Aw, he will look so pretty. WAIT! We can style your hair too, Dean.”

“Over my dead body, sweetheart. Now, what are we playing?” he asks, looking around the library. “When did you get all the stuff in here? We were gone for like a day.”

“Teamwork, Winchester,” Jo wildly gestures around the room. “We are capable of so many things.”

“I can see that,” Sam grunts. “Jess, a little help here, babe?”

“Nah, let them have fun.”

“Truth or dare! Truth or dare!” Meg snickers when you throw her an angry look. “Y/N was about to tell is if you already fucked.”

“Jess said,” Bela slurs, “you eye-fucked Y/N like insane or something. I forgot.” She sits next to Charlie to watch the others braid Sam’s hair.

“Tell us, Dean!” the girls begin to chant. Jody and Donna stay out of the discussion. They smile to themselves as Dean awkwardly wraps one arm around your waistline, stopping you from grinding your ass into his growing erection.

“That is enough,” Dean raises his voice. “Alright. You will all brush your teeth now, drink water and look for a bed. Just not mine. I will take care of Y/N. She’s drunk, just like all of you. Claire and Alex should already be asleep.”

“Dean, don’t be such a prude,” Charlie whines as the hunter gets up from the pillow to carefully pick you up in bridal style. “Aw, you want Y/N all to yourself.”

“Charlie, you should stop,” Sam warns. “Dean is right. It’s past 4 am. We can extend the sleepover and have a little party over the weekend, ladies.”

“YAY!” everyone cheers. Everyone but you and Dean who carries you out of the library to bring you to his room.

“Dean, I hope you make her orgasm at least twice!” Meg calls after the hunter.

“Oh, my dear. I can tell, he will give her more than two,” Rowena chuckles lightly. “Now, I want one last drink and then, we will call it a day…”

“Drinking, having a party, and talking about sex,” Dean covers you with his blanket. “We are going to have a serious conversation in the morning, Y/N.”

“Why? I wanted to have a party,” whining you watch Dean crawl under the sheets to join you. “Uh—why am I at your room?”

“I must keep an eye on you. Those women are dangerous,” he says, hovering over you to peck your hair. “Next time, invite me too. I love to play truth and dare.”

“Fine, but you’ll pay for the snacks, Winchester.”

“Ya know, we could play another round right now,” watching you turn around he smirks. “Truth or dare, sweetheart.”

“Truth,” you whimper as he leans closer to brush his lips over your cheek.

“Do you want me to make you orgasm?”

“Yes…I think…uh—”

“Good choice,” Dean cups your cheek to kiss you softly. “I’ll ask you the same question when you are sober, sweetheart. If the answer is still yes, I’ll make your scream my name…”

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Dominate Me

Title: Dominate Me

Bad Bitches Bingo Square Filled: Free Space - fem!dom

Written for: @badbitchesbingo

Summary: Rich. Powerful. Hard-ass in public. Submissive in secret.

Pairing: CEO!Dean Winchester x Dominatrix!Reader; Bela Talbot x Dominatrix!Reader (brief/implied); Jo Harvelle x Dominatrix!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,3k

Warnings: language, fem!dom, lesbian sex, oral (reader receiving), fingering, voyeurism, bisexual reader, sub!Dean, whipping, punishment, aftercare, John being an asshole, mentions of sex toys, a hint of fluff

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holylulusworld · 3 years ago

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Mother’s Boy

Summary: You want a man, not a mother’s boy.

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Characters: John Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, Jo Harvelle

Warnings: angst, language, Mary being a bitch, harassment, mentions of alcohol abuse, break-up, strong reader, a hint of fluff, remorse, hopeful ending, Sam is afraid of a dry spell

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“Dean why is your mom here too?” you look at Mary sit at your table, in your favorite restaurant. “I thought we wanted to have a romantic dinner, not another fallout with your mom.”

People might get the wrong idea and think you hate Mary.

Well, you hate her. She’s the devil in disguise, hides her evilness behind a fake smile and her friendly attitude in front of Dean.

“She’s lonely since dad left her, okay,” Dean ever the good son tries to talk you into sharing his attention for months. It’s not like you didn’t try to warm up to Mary, you really tried but she’s just evil, and her son doesn’t see it. “Please, for me sweetheart.”

“Baby, I’m trying so hard to like her, but every time we want to be alone, or you bring me around for family dinner, she harasses me the moment you leave the room,” you sigh deeply, already feeling the headache return. “Dean, this can’t go on forever. I talked to Cassie last month, and she told me Mary did the same to her.”

“That’s a lie,” you flinch at Dean’s harsh tone, but don’t give in. Not this time. “Mom would never do such a thing.”

“Yeah, when you are around she pretends to like me or at least tries to not let her façade crumble. Problem is, the moment you are not around, she begins to talk low about me. Hell, she called me a gold-digger, Dean.”

“You have to understand, we met a few months ago and I brought you home. I never bring a girl home, sweetheart,” Dean pecks your cheek, and you swallow the anger bubbling up once again. “Let’s have a nice dinner.”

“Fine,” you let go of Dean’s hand, missing he gasps when you pull your chair, not waiting for him to do so. “Hello Mary, how are you?”

Two can play a game so you put on your sweetest smile, sit down opposite Mary and try to ignore the nagging feeling Dean will never take your side.

“Fine, just fine,” you can hear the venom in her tone and feel her hatred for you with every false word leave her lips. “I hope you are fine too. How’s work at the diner?”

“She works at a library too,” Dean is fast to correct his mother as if he’s ashamed you belong to the working class, not born in wealth like he and his brother.

“For now,” you correct, hiding you study medicine while working three jobs. Dean never asked about your dream or what you want to do in your life.

Honestly, you met at a bar and ended up in the backseat of his car one night.

You never planned to see him again, but the next morning, you woke at his apartment, wrapped in his arms and he promised to never let you go again.

“Oh, do you want to become a housewife after my son proposed?” Mary spats, still that sweet smile on her lips. “I knew you are after his money, nothing else. Why would a girl like you go after my son? He can’t even handle his life without my help.”

“No, I do not want to become a housewife,” you retort. “No offense, I admire every woman who stays at home and takes care of kids, household, and her husband but this is not who I am.”

“Mom, what do you want to eat,” again, Dean doesn’t side with you, ignores Mary’s attacks. “Pasta maybe?”

“What do you want then?” she won’t stop, and you pinch the bridge of your nose, groaning at the pounding in your head and the weak man by your side.

It’s hard to keep your cool when the mother of the man you love harasses you right in front of him, in the middle of a restaurant.

“Well, I study medicine to become a doctor,” Dean gasps when you get up from your chair to toss the napkin onto the table. “I’m almost finished and, I already got a great job offer in New York.”

“New York?” your boyfriend jumps up to grasp for your hand, but you flinch away. “Sweetheart, why did you never tell me about your plans?” Dean steps closer to you; tries to cup your cheek but you won’t have it.

“Dean, you never asked,” you shrug. “What did I expect from a man fucking me in the backseat of his car. I pretend you can be more than a good fuck, but you are not. Thank you for making my decision to move to New York easier. I wanted to take a job here to be with you.”

“Baby girl, what are you talking about,” Dean stammers.

“I need a man, not a boy by my side. I believed you are a man, the perfect partner but I was wrong,” you turn on your heels, ignore Mary has a triumphal smirk on her lips when you give up on Dean. “Go and suckle at your mothers’ tits, because you will never touch me again in your life.”

You storm off, ignore Dean runs after you, calling your name. He reaches out for you, tries to grasp for your arm but you swat his hand away.

“Don’t Dean. I told you your mother is the worst. I guess someone working hard for her money is not good enough for her eldest son, her beloved Deany.”

“Baby girl, please,” he tries one last time, but you give him a sad smile. “You will break up with me, right?”

“I already did, at the table when you did not stand up for me,” you press a soft kiss to his lips, let your touch linger for a moment. “I love you, but I love myself more to not let your mother harass me. If you grow up and find a nice girl again, do not let Mary make her life living hell…”

“Baby girl,” Dean watches you walk away and out of his life, knowing there is nothing he can do to make you stay.

“Wait, you invited mom to your special dinner with Y/N? Dean, that was stupid,” Sam shakes his head in disbelief. “I told you to stop looking the other way when it comes to mom. Dad gave up months ago.”

“Son, Y/N is a great girl. Pretty, smart and she has a nice ass,” John whips his head toward the kitchen to make sure Jess can’t hear him talk about your ass.

“Dad, can you just not talk like that about my girlfriend? Isn’t it enough mom ruined my relationship?” Dean shoots his father an angry look. “What can I do now? I—I love her, and I don’t want to lose my girl.”

“Dean, I hate to say it, but you are the last person Y/N wants to see right now. If you want to get her back, talk to mom first. She needs to realize you are not a child anymore and that you are in love with Y/N,” John pats his son’s cheek. “We are rooting for ya.”

“Maybe you are right,” Dean runs one hand down his face, hoping he can find a way to fix things between you.

“That’s all for today,” you crack your neck, ready to go home, have a warm bath and enjoy a glass of cheap red wine. “We only need to share the tips and call it a day.”

“Uh—this woman is watching you, babe,” Jo jerks her head toward an elegant woman standing in the middle of the diner. She looks around the sixties-style diner, hands clutched tightly to her chest, nose scrunched up in disgust. “Bitch looks like she shoved a stick up her ass.”

“Great, Mary Winchester is the last person I wanted to see tonight,” it’s hard not freak out when the reason for your breakup with Dean stands right in front of you. “Can you kick her out? Use the baseball bat Rufus hides in the back if you want to.”

“She waves at you.”

“I don’t care,” Mary shuffles from one foot to the other. She’s not used to people ignoring he presence and doesn’t know how to react to your behavior. “Why pretend she’s not an awful person. Mary got what she wanted. I broke things up with Dean.”

“Y/N,” she finally moves toward you and your colleague. “Do you have a minute? I need to talk to you.”

“Sorry, but the diner is closed,” Jo says, giving Mary a wink. “A lady like you can effort to go to a nicer restaurant. This place is for the working class, ma’am.”

You hold back a chuckle as Jo continues. “I think my friend doesn’t want to talk to you. I will not let you bully Y/N again. You must be very proud of yourself for destroying your son’s relationship.”

“Y/N. Please, can we talk?” Mary tries once again. “I know you must hate me.”

You scoff at her words. “Hate you?” turning around you give Mary a dirty look. “Why? Only as you ruined my relationship with Dean, harassed me from the first day we met, and refused to get to know me? Do you want to tell me he found someone more suitable for your taste and rub it into my face?”

“Dean doesn’t talk to me since you’ve been gone,” she cries, reaching out for your hand, grasping your limb. “Please, you need to talk to my son. Dean tried to contact you, but you blocked him. You moved out of your shared apartment without looking back and now, he’s not himself anymore.”

“Why should I care?” you fight the lump in your throat. You never wanted Dean to suffer, only for him to see his mother is an awful person. “He’s not my problem. You wanted your Deany all for yourself, now you got him.”

Jo snickers. “Lady, you should leave now. You know, some people work hard to pay for shit. If you would excuse us now.”

“Please, call him. He needs you,” Mary sniffs, close to tearing up. “Dean is drinking too much and barely leaves his apartment. For months he didn’t go to work. He’s a wreck.”

“Well, you wanted me gone, Mrs. Winchester,” you quip, giving her a fake smile. “I’m gone, now if you would excuse me, I got to find a new man…”

“If you mess this up, Jess will kill me. So please, don’t mess up,” Sam hands his brother a piece of paper with your new address.

“You got her address?” with shaking fingers Dean takes the piece of paper out of his brother’s hand. “How’d you get it? I thought Jess doesn’t know anything about Y/N’s whereabouts.”

“She changed her job and address but not her friends, Dean. Jess is still in contact with Y/N, and I checked on her address register. Again, don’t mess this up,” the younger brother warns. “If not, I will have a dry spell for months…”

“Please, baby girl,” Dean knocks again, tries anything to make you talk to him. “Sammy will kill me if I do not fix things with you. I—I got your favorite ice cream and flowers. Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I talked to my mom; told her she can’t talk to you like that.”

“Dean, what do you want here? It’s been two months,” you slowly open the door to face your former boyfriend. “Maybe I’m not alone.”

“Y/N don’t say things like that,” he takes a step toward you to hand you the flowers. “I let you down. Baby, without you in my life, I have nothing. If you want me to, I’ll never talk to my mom again.”

“Dean, I never wanted you to not talk to your mom. All I ever wanted was for you to stand up for me. I tried so hard to get in your mom’s good graces, but I didn’t stand a chance.”

“Oh, I see,” he takes another step toward you to show you the ice cream in a paper bag. “I hate that I hurt you, Y/N.”

“Dean, I don’t want to get hurt even more,” he drops the ice cream to cup your face, eagerly pressing his lips to yours. “Dean.”

“I will do anything to make you see, you’ll come first. I always was mom’s good boy and tried to make sure she’s happy. I know this is no excuse, but I promise, this will never happen again,” you try to resist him. “Please let me in.”

“You’ve got time to talk until I’m done with the ice cream,” he looks down at the ground, wincing as the ice cream melted and there is nothing left to eat. “You’ll get me ice cream, of course. And don’t get me the wrong flavor.”

“I’ll get it for you,” Dean almost runs along the hallways, trips over his feet before he manages to find the exit.

“A toddler in the body of a grown man,” you muse, laughing when he runs back toward your apartment, calling your name. “What’s wrong? Did you forget anything?”

“I forgot to tell you how much I love you,” he’s on you in a blink to kiss you again. “…so much, sweetheart. I’ll be a man for you, not a boy. Promised.”

“Fine, come in and forget about the ice cream, we can talk inside, but—” you smirk, looking at the ruined ice cream, “you will clean the floor in the morning…”

“In the morning?” Dean swallows thickly when you take his hand to drag him into your apartment. “I don’t have a pajama with me, Y/N,” he whispers against your lips.

“We will find something for you to wear. I don’t want you to freeze your ass off on my couch,” he huffs. Dean had hoped you’d let him sleep on your bed.

“Can we not cuddle a bit?”

“Not tonight, Captain Cuddle,” he snickers at your words, still there is a deep sadness in his usually sparkling emerald eyes. “If you want to be my man, you must prove you’ll not let me down again first. Until then, you will sleep on the couch.”

“I’ll earn my place in your heart and your bed again,” Dean follows you toward your living room, silently praying you’ll give him a second chance.

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