#joe locke gif hunt

[firetfly]

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𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧!in the source link you’ll find 1,100 medium gifs ( 268 x 151 ) of joe locke in agatha all along. every single one of these gifs was made from scratch by me and for roleplaying purposes. do not: repost the gifs, include in your gif hunts, claim as your own or edit in anyway. like or reblog would be greatly appreciated if you found this useful.

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[esterpacks]

𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒄 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 !: by clicking on the source link, you will find #150 medium sized gifs of joe locke in heartstopper (season 3). all gifs were made by me from scratch, so please, do not claim as your own, repost or edit. like or reblog if you find this helpful. if you enjoy my work, consider supporting me on ko-fi!

[pinacolanagifs]

𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊 !!

𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈? i can't believe my eyes, #883 (268x151) gifs of joe locke starring in the show heartstopper ( season 2, episodes 5 - 8 ) can be found in the source below. if these gifs are found helpful hit that LIKE or REBLOG button !! if you’d like to use these gifs in crackships, gif icons, or edits all i ask is to be tagged in the post. If you’re interested in a commission, feel free to hit me up here 💚 / TW flashing lights, injury, kissing, sexual situations

[gifpacklove]

PUBLIC COMMISSION /  by clicking the source link found below , you will be redirected to #695 medium sized gifs (268 x 151) of Joe Locke in Heartstopper (s02 ep: 5-8). all made by me from scratch. don’t repost / claim as your own !  please do not edit these or turn these into gif icons without my consent. don’t include these gifs in any other gif hunts, use them in crackships. a like/reblog would be very appreciated if you found these gifs useful! / and if you’d be interested in commissioning me , feel free to check out my blog !    

tw: sensuality, fainting, drinks, food, flashing lights.

[galaxygifs]

CLICK  THE  SOURCE  LINK   to  access  449 gifs  (268 x 150)  of  the  actor  joe locke  in    heartstopper (season one, episodes 1 - 4).    please  like  &   reblog   if you’re using.   feel  free  to  crop  into  gif  icons   ( 80x80 )     &   do  not  take  credit  for  my  gifs.  the  rest  of  the  season  will  come  in  a  separate  pack.

[usercatra]

JOE LOCKE GIF HUNT

clicking on the SOURCE LINK you will find 111 194 ( 268x151 ) gifs of JOE LOCKE in interviews and more. all gifs were made by me from scratch, so PLEASE do not claim as your own or redistribute. LIKE/REBLOG if you found this helpful.

[bookuce]

I Hate You, I Love You (Roman Reigns) -- One Shot

Summary: It's Date Night for Mariah and Joe, but it doesn't go as planned. Insecurities were revealed. Words went flying, but it's okay. He's going to make her take it all back.

DISCLAIMER: Outside of the OC, I do not own any character mentioned. The real names of wrestlers are used in my writings. In this, Joe is Roman Reigns. I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO REPOST OR TRANSLATE MY WRITINGS ANYWHERE. THAAAAANKS.

PAIRING: Roman Reigns x Black OC

WARNINGS: Smut, Language, 18+, NSFW

WORD COUNT: 2,435

The front door to Mariah and Joe’s home swung open, bouncing off the wall behind it. “Get the fuck away from me.” She hisses, making sure to slam the door behind her. A shoulder stops it, forcing the door to open and hit the wall again. Dinner didn’t go as planned, and the entire drive home, she and him argued. 

“Quit slamming doors in my fucking house, Mariah!” He shouts after her, slamming the door behind him. Mariah marched angrily up the stairs, her fingers fumbling with her earrings. She just wanted to get out of this stupid outfit.

“Fuck you, Joe.” She spat.

“Ay, watch your mouth.” He warns her. Joe would follow her up the stairs, his feet making thunderous sounds with each step he took. She enters the bedroom, walking over to her nightstand. “You’re always blowing things out of proportion.” That pissed her off. She grabs the lamp on the nightstand, sending it hurtling towards him. He dodges it, turning to watch it shatter against the wall.

“Don’t you dare try to flip this on me! I wasn’t the one eye fucking the waitress all night!” She shouts, pointing at him. “I try to do something nice for your ass—for us, and you make me look fucking dumb! You fucking pig! I fucking hate you!” Mariah’s body was shaking with rage, her body hot with anger. She’d clench and unclench her fists while she glared at him. He looks at her, his brows furrowing. He didn’t play any of that hate shit. 

“Girl, are you out of your goddamn mind?” He says, stomping around the bed towards her. His hand reaches out, but she shoves it away. 

“What did I just tell you!” She shouts at him. He reaches for her again, his advances falling short once more. “Get away—.”He snatches her arm up, yanking her towards him. They were now flush against each other, Joe towering over her. His large hand grasped wavy locks before pulling her head back to look at him.

“Say it again.” He growls.

Her heart was racing wildly in her chest thanks to this argument. Emotions were high, and there was a tingle in her throat. Her chest rose and fell with short breaths. She’d lock onto those brown eyes, tears beginning to fill her own. She’d blink quickly, ridding herself of the blurs her tears caused. She’d swallow back the urge to cry, her stare hardening. “I said I hate you—.” Before she could finish that sentence, Joe’s lips were on hers.

She’d press her lips tight together, protesting his kiss. He’d let go of her arm, his hand immediately reaching around to grab a handful of ass. It was his go-to move every time she stonewalled him. She’d let out a moan, allowing her mouth to fill with his tongue. Her mouth began to move against his own, returning his angry kiss. It was impressive how quickly she gave in to him when she was mad. He was a wrecking ball to every strong foundation she had ever built. Slender fingers travel up the lapel of his suit jacket before reaching around to connect at the back of his neck.

Joe’s hands would move from their places in her hair and on her ass, finding the neckline on the back of her dress. His fingers tried to find the zipper, but he would quickly get irritated with the hunt. They’d wrap around the neck, ripping the dress right down the center of her back. His hands would travel along the growing split, exposing her backside. Cold air rushed at her body, quickly raising goosebumps. His left hand traveled back up, now wrapping around the back of her neck. He’d grip it roughly, pulling her back from the kiss. She’d let out a pant at the unexpected motion but sharply gasped when he shoved her body into the comforter on their bed. He releases her neck, his hands pulling her arms back. He’d hold her wrists in one hand.

“Take it back.” He demands.

She lifts her head, her hair now a mess. “I hate you.” She says again. He’d strike her right ass cheek, causing her to yelp. The sensation from the sting traveled up her back, making her arch. “Fuck,” she says under her breath, letting her head drop back into the thick blanket.

“Don’t make me tell you again.” He says, his voice stern. She ignores his warning, remaining quiet. “Oh, now you have nothing to say.” His hand would collide with that cheek again, hitting in the same spot. Riah sinks her teeth into her bottom lip to stop herself from reacting. A red, hand-shaped welt would appear on her skin. “Now, I can do this all night; it’s all up to you.” He boasts, bringing his hand down for a third time.

“God!” She cries out. “I—I take it back!” She moves her hips in an attempt to ease the burn. 

He releases her hands, allowing them to drop to her sides. “Apologize.” He says calmly. Joe shrugs out of his suit jacket, draping it neatly across the bed beside her. He unbuttons the cuffs of his sleeves, folding them up past his elbows. Even though she surrendered, he and she knew he was far from finished. She presses her palms into the soft bedding, slowly pushing herself up.

“I’m sorry.” She breathes. The front of her dress would slip down her arms, exposing her breasts. She peers up from the curtain of messy black hair, her eyes finding her disheveled appearance in the grand mirror against the wall. 

“That’s not good enough for me.” He says, her head dropping at his words. Oh, for fucks sake, she thought. Suddenly, he pulls her head back, causing her to gasp. Her hands reach back for his shirt, barely grasping the fabric. “Say it right. Daddy, I’m sorry. I’ll never say it again. I love you, Daddy. I need you, Daddy. Forgive me, fuck me, Daddy.” He says into her ear, mocking her tone of voice. “That’s what I want to hear.” He confesses. His breath was heavy in her ear, causing her to shiver. She’d move against his crotch, squeezing her legs tight at the arousal she was feeling. She could feel his bulge against her backside and just knew he was aching to free it. She just had to say the words.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” She whimpers.

“Say it again.” He purrs, nodding his head.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“And?” He presses. Joe’s attention now turns to the mirror, a devious smile on his face. He reaches up, pulling the front of her dress down more. 

“I’ll never say it again.” She adds. His large hand cups a breast, massaging it slowly. His thumb would flick her sensitive nipple, causing her to moan. 

“Go on.” He whispers. 

“I love you, Daddy.” She continues, her hips still moving against his. The friction would cause him to give her a moan. Mariah smirked at the reward. 

“I love you.” He replies. His tongue would drag up her neck, flicking her earlobe. If he could, he’d devour her and leave nothing behind. She’d shift her hips once more, the tension in her loins growing by the second.

“I need you, Joe.” She says, opting for his name. He’d drop her back to the bed, and she’d sigh at the relief her neck felt. He’d wedge his knee between her legs, pushing her legs open. “Fuck me.” She breathes. 

“Fuck me what?” He asks. His hands grabbed the tattered dress she wore, ripping it more to expose her lower half to him. She wore no underwear with plans of their evening ending on a good note. Technically, it still was, but the outcome was different now. His hand would find the heat between her legs, his fingers becoming soaked in her wetness. His middle and index would push through her folds, finding her throbbing clit.

“Daddy.” She moans.

“Good girl.” He cooed at her, his fingers massaging the cluster of nerves at her center. She whimpered softly, her hips winding against his hand slowly. “We’re gonna fix that attitude.” He removes his hand from her glistening folds, his hand now having the same shine. He’d bring his hand to his lips, taking both fingers into his mouth. He sucks her fluids off his hand, humming softly at the sweet taste. Riah relaxes into the mattress, sighing softly. 

The unfastening of a belt could be heard behind Mariah, followed by the sound of a zipper. Joe pushed his pants past his hips, his cock flopping out from the confines of his trousers. He’d position himself at her opening before slowly pressing into her. She’d suck in a breath when she felt him insert her, a loud moan shaking her core. “Hush all that up.” He says, teasing her now. His hips move slowly within her, allowing her walls to adjust to him comfortably. “You done ran that mouth too much tonight.” He slams his hips into hers once. 

“F-Fuck.” She stammers. 

“Talking about you hate me.” Slam. “You don’t hate me. You can never hate me.” Slam. “You love me, can’t get enough of me, can’t live without me.” His hands grip her hips. “I don’t hate you either,” He breathes. “But I’ma fuck you like I do.” His hips began to pound into her, causing her to cry out in pleasure. Her hands would feel along the comforter before gathering the fabric by the fistfuls. She pulls it towards her, revealing the black satin sheets beneath the large blanket. 

“J-Joe!” She moans. “Ah, Joe—fuck!” He’d reach down, pulling her head up slightly.

“Look at yourself.” He says, talking about the mirror. Watching him degrade her in the most disgusting of ways only made her more aroused. “Done made me ruin a good dress.”

“I’m sorry,” She whimpers.

“Yeah, you better be.” He groans. “Fuck, Riah.” He lifts a hand to unbutton his shirt. Bit by bit, his shirt would reveal that chest piece she loved to kiss so much. Her fingers now ached to touch it. 

Her legs would begin to tremble with each thrust. Her body became overwhelmed with pleasure. Oh, she was close. “I’m gonna cum!” She chokes out. Her walls begin to clench against him, her legs increasingly getting worse. Suddenly, he pulls out, stripping her of any chance of release. His hand releases her hair, and she drops back into the bed. “Please!” She begs, making him laugh.

“Please!” He mocks her again. “What happened to all that mouth you had earlier, hm? Slamming my doors, breaking my shit.” He tsks at her, his head shaking in disappointment. “Not so tough now, are you?” He flips her onto her back. She’d land with her hands by her head. He grabs the shredded dress, ridding her body of it completely. He balls it up and tosses it to the side.

Mariah covers her face, trying to give herself a moment to compose herself. Her cheeks were hot, her face damp with sweat. Rough fingers wrap around her ankles and pull her to the edge of the bed. She drops her hands from her face, glaring up at Joe. He places both legs on his shoulders. “You can get that look off your face.” He tells her, pressing into her again. Her eyes would close in bliss, a soft sigh leaving her lips. 

Joe begins to lean over her body. The pressure in her abdomen building as he did so. He was folding her in half, and she could only imagine what he had planned. Her legs would slide up his shoulders, crossing at the ankles. His hips would resume their vigorous motions, his cock now pushing up into her G-spot. Her hands would slam the bed three times as she cried out in pleasure at him. “Yes!” She exclaims, pushing her hips up into his. “Oh, God, yes!” Her legs trembled like never before, her toes curling hard. 

“You hate me?” He asks, panting softly.

“No!” She moans.

“Look at me while I’m talking to you.” He growls. She forced her eyes open, meeting those dark eyes she loved terribly. “You love me?” He asks. She nods her head frantically. 

“Yes! I love you, Daddy. I love you so much!” He was once again bringing her close to her climax. The closer she got, the louder her moans became. “I’m—I’m—.”  before she could finish that sentence, he’d stop his hips. She let out a scream of frustration, earning a smug grin from her man. He was edging her into insanity. He moves her legs off his shoulders, now wrapping them around his waist. 

“Simmer down.” He says, reaching up to fix his bun. Oh, this asshole, she thought. Hairs stood wildly on his head, but he slicked them back against his head. 

“Joesph, if you don’t fuck me, I swear to—.” She says, her voice catching in her throat. His hips started moving again, this time extremely slow. This pace did nothing but quickly build her up again. Joe lets out a huff of his own, drawing close to his climax, too.

“No one gets me like this but you.” He tells her. “I don’t give a damn about  anyone but you.” His hips begin to pick up speed again. He leans over her again, his fists pressing into the mattress. “Don’t fucking embarrass me like that again.” He says through clenched teeth. His hips collided with her own, filling the room with loud claps of flesh against flesh.

“I’m sorry.” She apologizes again. “I’m close, God, I’m so close.” She whines. Her walls began to spasm around his length again, but this time he powered through. He could feel his hips starting to tighten, his thrusts now stuttering. He would give her three more pumps before releasing in her. Her body would erupt with tremors with her orgasm, her back arching off the bed. “Thank you,” she breathes. “Thank—.” Joe would turn her head, playfully pushing it into the mattress. She’d swat his hand away, earning a laugh from him. He pulls out, stepping back from between her legs. Pain would shoot up her legs now that she was finally able to rest them. She winces slightly.

Mariah pushes herself onto her elbows, her chest quickly rising and falling. “Clean yourself up.” He says, fixing his pants. She’d scoff gently, watching after him. He was walking toward the door. He needed water.

“You owe me a dress!” She exclaims after him.

“I know.” He replies, halfway down the stairs. 

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Yeah, lmao please tell me what you think. I plan to cry about it later LMAO. This is literally my second time writing smut. I hope this was good @kawaiigladiatorwolf. Your request was random to me and I don't take them really, but I figured I'd give it a try. 🤷🏾‍♀️

I'm not a fan of y/n and find it hard to follow at times, so I did what was comfortable to me!

Enjoy!

[siremasterlawrence]

Factory Reset !

Detective Harrington in early morning of the first Friday of the week pours himself a cup of joe as his cellphone begins to vibrate in his pants as he alerts himself about the importance of the day.Jays phone rings after he takes a inhale of the aroma traveling straight through his nostrils and his nerves rush in to overdrive sendings him in shivers as he wakes up for the morning.The minute he presses a answer call button placing the cellphone by his ears as a buzz worthy sounds vibrating through his ears in to his soul as he stops cold and he mindless stares ahead.A young man’s voice enters his ears leaving him to his core as his mind begins to spin in to a new atmosphere and whirling in to the sky everything fades out of existence like his soul jumps. He cannot fight the idea that something he is off in to a new life like his life has changed completely in a matter of seconds falling out of his body as he transported through time and space. A man appears in the midst of his darkness he is being called to him like a moth to a flame his feet begins to life and he is going insane deserving my absolute control over everything.

“Detective Harrington Welcome!”

“Where…where am I?”

“You are being processed”

“For what? I never asked for this?”

“So what my friend”

“Your white ass did”

“I am about to break you “

“No stop!”

“SHUT UP!”

“You are fucking pig”

“A white piece of shit “

“Look at me”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“You arrested me “

“I don’t remember “

“You deserve this”

“You framed me”

“What if I did ?”

“Take a deep breath”

“Heavy and heavier “

“Stand your ground “

“Lock your house down”

“Go to your office “

“Close the door “

“Good boi”

“Mmmmm”

“Go kneel on your desk”

“Bark like a dog”

“Smile for me”

“Change your clothes “

“Go to the train station”

“Step on it”

“Travel to this location “

“Take three rides and get off the train”

“Walk down to the street and down the block “

“Enter the alley side door and greet me”

“Watching the suspect enter the train sir”

“Good job officer “

“Advise “

“Make sure he gets off at three stops “

“Guide me! “

“Give him a shove “

“Yes Master”

“Sir Yes Sir”

“Officer Harrington “

“Oh Hey!”

“Are you alright?”

“I am drunk! I think”

“You’re fine”

“I promise”

“Take our hands”

“Ok we need to get you help “

“You are high”

“No! I don’t do drugs “

“You did yesterday “

“No! I can’t “

“I wouldn’t “

“Guys! Wait”

“Where are we?”

“Guys!”

“Who are you ?”

“Master “

“Why are you calling him that?”

“Flick the lights on”

“Yes Master”

“The fuck!”

“Take the needle”

“Firmly “

“Inject him”

“Woah! Wake up “

“Must obey “

“Must submit “

He stops cold at fainting on his new masters command he hits the floor as his eyes are whirl around and slide back his eye balls in to an upper position inside of his socket and he succumbs. The man exits the shadows in to the lights in a super fashion knelt next to him placing his palms on him rubs his stomach slowly but steadily waking him up and he stirs back to reality.

His body loves the sensation of my hands on to bin with love crawling on him as he cock straightens upward hard with pleasure in moments of rock hard nature throbbing him to the side.Harrington can’t help but smile taking up his hand in mind as he kisses or slowly up to his neck and flowing to his lips in time to meet his neck and the two are forced to kiss as they are connected.

The man points to his bed wear he lays out new clothes for him to which Jay felt a very renewed desire of this life to begin yet ever again as our lips connect them again and with that he held on to me with craving he cannot and will not control.Sitting down on my bed just watch him go on his transform removing his shirt over his head, letting his pants drop exposing his underwear to the world, his dress shows kick off and he quickly dresses now in all back a sign of submission to his Nubian king.

I am on the scene Master Lawrence “

“Find him, hunt him down”

“With pleasure”

“Use every skill in your book”

“Use your badge correctly “

“I will bear him to he submits “

“Good boi”

“Mmmm! I love being bad”

“I tracked him down”

“Go off grid “

“Capture him”

“Yes Master”

“Rub through it”

“Bring him to the station”

“Enslave him and my fellow cops “

“Yes Master”

“I love you “

“Will call you soon with completion “

The end

[imhereonthekitchenfloor]

The smallest man who ever lived? Joe Alwyn lock your doors and cover your windows because I will be hunting for you

[dxstielhehe]

Title: Touch

Summary: Castiel found out that Dean was touch starved.

Warning: none, I'm afraid I'd be cringe

Dean Winchester was exhausted after the long hunt. All he wanted to do was flop down on his bed and pass out. But as he entered the bunker, Castiel was waiting for him in the map room.

"Cas, what's up?" Dean asked, stifling a yawn.

"I just wanted to check in, see how the hunt went," Castiel replied.

Dean gave him the basics - vampire nest cleared out, no major injuries. As he spoke, Castiel walked over to stand close by his side. A bit too close, in Dean's personal space bubble. He took an involuntary half step back.

"Well, I'm beat. Think I'll hit the hay," Dean said, eager to escape to his room. But as he turned to leave, Castiel reached out and hugged him.

It was brief, nothing more than a tight squeeze around Dean's shoulders before Cas withdrew. But it caught Dean completely off guard. He froze, arms stuck out to the sides, brain short-circuiting.

Castiel didn't seem to notice Dean's reaction. He just smiled and said, "I'm glad you're safe. Goodnight, Dean." And with that, he strode from the room.

Dean remained frozen in place for several long moments, replaying what just happened in his head. Cas... hugged him? Dean couldn't remember the last time he'd been hugged. Probably mom, years and years ago. As an adult, physical affection wasn't really something he did.

Shaking himself from his daze, Dean retreated to his bedroom. But he couldn't stop thinking about the hug. Cas's arms around him, the warmth and pressure of another body holding him close. It stirred something unfamiliar in Dean's chest, something he didn't want to examine too closely.

He laid awake for hours, unable to shut his mind off, replaying every moment of that brief embrace over and over. The feeling of being... cared for? Cherished, even? It was foreign but not entirely uncomfortable. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone.

The next morning, Dean emerged from his room still deep in thought. He made a beeline for the kitchen, hoping coffee would help clear his head. But Cas was there, poring over some old tome at the map table.

"Hello, Dean," Cas said without looking up. His casual greeting sent a jolt through Dean. He tried playing it cool as he poured a mug of joe.

"Mornin'."

Dean turned to leave, not wanting to get pulled into conversation. But Cas's voice stopped him. "Dean, may I speak with you for a moment?"

Reluctantly, Dean sat across from the angel. Cas regarded him with an unreadable expression. "You seemed distressed last night, after our interaction. Did I do something to upset you?"

Dean felt a blush creeping up his neck. Dammit, why was Cas bringing this up? "No, man, you didn't do anything. I was just tired, is all."

But Cas wasn't convinced. He tilted his head, gazing intently at Dean. "You froze. Your heart rate and breathing increased dramatically. You've exhibited signs of avoidance this morning as well."

Dean looked away, unwilling to meet those piercing blue eyes. "It was just... unexpected, okay? Didn't mean anything by it."

"Physical affection makes you uncomfortable," Cas concluded.

Dean shrugged, eyes fixed on his coffee. He hated this subject being analyzed.

After a moment, Cas spoke again. "Dean, would you like a hug?"

Dean's head shot up in alarm. "What?! No, Cas, come on."

But Cas was watching him closely. "I think it could help you. May I?" He stood and took a step toward Dean.

"Really, man, it's fine. Let's just drop it." Dean stood as well, backing away instinctively.

Cas followed, worry evident on his face now. "You're touch starved, Dean. Don't try to deny it, I can see the signs. Please, let me help you."

Dean was backed against the table, heart pounding. His mind screamed at him to run, but his legs wouldn't move. Cas halted a foot away, hands raised slightly in a non-threatening gesture.

"May I hug you, Dean?" His voice was unbearably gentle.

Dean swallowed hard, eyes locked on Cas's. After a long moment, he gave the tiniest of nods.

Cas closed the distance slowly, wrapping his arms around Dean's rigid frame. Dean stood frozen, every muscle tense, not daring to breathe. But Cas just held him securely, one hand rubbing soothing circles on his back.

"It's alright, Dean. You're safe," Cas murmured. Gradually, delicately, Dean began to relax into the embrace. His hands came up hesitantly, fingers curling into the fabric of Cas's trench coat.

Cas hugged him tighter, resting his cheek against Dean's hair. "I've got you. Let go, Dean, I've got you." And with a small choked sound, Dean melted into Cas's hold, arms wrapping desperately around his waist.

He buried his face in Cas's shoulder, whole body wracked with silent sobs. Cas cradled him gently, letting him get it all out, whispering reassurances the whole while. At some point Dean's legs gave out, and they ended up on the floor together, Cas's arms still shielding Dean from the world.

Eventually the tears subsided, leaving Dean exhausted and empty. But he felt... lighter, somehow. Cas gently urged Dean to look at him, brushing away the last remnants of tears with his thumb.

"Are you alright?" Cas asked softly.

Dean took a shaky breath. "I don't know. But...thank you, Cas. I think I needed that."

Cas smiled tenderly. "Of course, Dean. Any time you need comfort, I am here."

Their eyes caught and held for a long moment. Dean saw all the compassion and care shining in Cas's gaze, and knew it was directed entirely at him. Something shifted inside, some puzzle piece slotting into place. Dean's heart swelled with a feeling he dare not name.

All he said was, "Thank you, Cas," but he hoped his eyes conveyed everything else he couldn't say. The angel regarded him with such understanding and affection. In that moment, Dean knew he was truly cared for.

[lfc21]

Elf on the shelf - Day 5

TW : Fluff, children

Summary : The adventures of the elf on the shelf was a task Joe had found a great fondness for.

Christmas with a family was so special. Every year was filled with more excitement, more presents and sometimes even more members. Christmas for you was spending more time with the people you loved so dearly, the people you could laugh, sing and cry with all in the space of one hour. You weren't always so keen to join in with the latest trends but this year you felt a change was worth it, you contradicted your more traditional self and followed what your friends who where also mums where doing.

Elf on the shelf. At first you didn't really find the amusement out of staying up late every night to make a wonderful fairytale scene of an elf's adventure but you where wrong. You and Joe spent hours working out what every day could entail. At first it was hard, you where sure your kids knew it was you who was really doing it but the more days that went by the more you loved seeing there excited faces and gummy smiles. Joe had become the most creative, he was sending you all kind of ideas he had stolen from Andy and Rachel Robertson's elf and was constantly on the hunt for more and more ideas online. Your husband had started a fondness of creating the magical stories for his children, and it made it all the more better that it was from his actions.

Today was one of Joe's most creative days yet, what he needed to do was so simple. Whatever it was that occupied his mind was something he was becoming very proud of. You had just put your two boys to bed to notice that Joe was rooting threw your makeup. Confusion was the one thing to take control of your expressions.

"What are you doing?" You asked with a laugh as you softly shut your bedroom door. You weren't actually sure if Joe knew what any sort of make-up was and by the face he was pulling you knew he had definitely been shortened for answers.

"I need one of those things" he explained whilst holding out his index fingers and pointing to his left eye.

"What an eye?" You asked sarcastically with a laugh as you placed yourself next to him on your large shared bed as he crouched over your vanity table.

"Funny" Joe dryly replied with a pull of his tongue. You watched as his large frame dug through the piles of makeup that sat placed in the drawers. "You put it on your eyes" he added as he looked further. "Looks like a pencil" he again added as he started to work harder into working out what it was he was looking for.

"Eyeliner" you loudly announced with a laugh as you jumped of your bed and went on a search for the product in question.

"Oh yeah" Joe replied with a smile as he watched you pull open the second drawer.

"Here" you said as you handed him the black Eyeliner he was searching for. He grabbed the small product before pulling off the lid and taking a closer inspection.

"Yes I think that will work" Joe said to himself with a smile as he pushed the lid back on with a pleased expression. He turned to you with a slightly cheeky smirk and a laugh.

"What are you going to do?" You asked as you looked up at him from your seat on your large plush bed. Joe's hands locked into yours as he stood in front of you as he felt his skin on yours.

"Put Eyeliner on the kids face and make it look like their elves have done it" he explained with a laugh as he finished his reply off with a soft kiss to your nose. You giggled to yourself as you thought of how creative your husband truly was. "Do you think it's a good idea?" Joe added with curious eyes.

"Yes I definitely do" you said with a laugh as you pulled him down onto the bed with you. Even though your husband was double your height and was certainly not light he became putty beneath your touch and affection. His head fell into the cruck of your neck as he inhaled the comforting scent of yourself.

"I love you" he mumbled as you felt his lips linger on your neck as he spoke the words you felt addicted too. You ran your hands through his dark hair as his lips kissed once more on your neck.

"I love you too" you said with a whisper as you looked down at the familiar man.

"Don't say I love you too, it sounds like your agreeing" Joe explained with a laugh as he sat up on his forearms and rested over you.

"Who do you think you are? Hardin scott?" You questioned with a laugh as you couldn't understand where his poetic and romantic side came from all of a sudden.

"Shut up" he shot back with a giggle as he pushed up from the bed and got up with a slight jump in his step, he styled a mischievous grin with hopeful eyes. "You can help me" he instructed with that smile you fell hopeless for. You got up from the bed with him as you followed along his footsteps towards your children's bedroom.

"Shhhh!" You whispered as a shout as you pushed your finger on his lips with your other hand intertwined with his. He carefully opened the door revealing your two beauties sleeping peacefully, you knew this task wasn't going to be easy but you knew it would be worth it.

-

As the sun came up and the birds started to embrace the cold weather your mind started to wake up for the world. You wriggled closer to joe as you felt his warmth close to yours.

"Good morning" you mumbled into his broad chest as quietly as possible as the idea of hearing anything above a whisper made you want to cry.

"Hey babe" Joe mumbled with a smile as he kissed your head and placed his arms tightly around your back. You shut your eyes and felt the peace of the morning tranquility take hold of your mind. As you felt yourself drift of into the sleep you wanted to presume you heard the sound of small footsteps and the opening off your bedroom door.

"Mummy! Daddy!" Your two sons screamed as they jumped onto your bed with there small legs and cute pyjamas. Joe quickly sat up as he knew his children where about to explain the adventures of their elves.

"Good morning" He replied with a laugh as he rubbed his eyes and watched you slowly sit up next to him.

"Look what the elves have done to us!" One of your boys shouted as he pointed to his face. His face was filled with random pieces of black Eyeliner with the most random doodles on. You quickly hidden a snigger as you couldn't ruin the magic of Christmas.

"Oh no!" You quickly said with enthusiasm as you lifted them both in bed with you.

"Their naughty elves!" Joe explained with a cheeky wink towards you as he looked back down to his sons. The two boys where completely besotted of the adventures there to little elves where going on every night.

"You should tell them off daddy" they suggested with a smile as they looked up to their father in the cosy warm bed. The Christmas lights where twinkling through the window and decorated the room you called your own. You embraced the three boys with love and joy as you couldn't wait to spend everyday like this with them.

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Can't keep a secret pt 6

This and next chapter will mainly focus on the arrowverse part of this fan fic. Hotch is talked to and mentioned but not quiet there.. yet ;)

Parings: Aaron Hotchner x reader Barry Allen x reader (past)

Warnings: kidnapping, mentions of pedophilia, and, mentions of murder.

I'm not linking 5 chapters here's the masterlist

I ran into S.T.A.R labs finding Felicity sobbing as Caitlin and Cisco tried comforting her. All three stopped as soon as I walked in and stared at me. 

"Felicity," I whispered and she ran over to me. She wrapped her arms around me and continued sobbing. "We're going to find him, I promise." 

"I know," Felicity responded. " I just-- is he okay? He could be dead or-- or people from the league could've killed him," she started rambling. 

"Felicity," I said as she continued. "Felicity!" 

"I can't lose him, I can't," she muttered as I held her. 

"And you won't!" I responded. "Between all of us we'll find Oliver and Thea. But I need details." 

Felicity took a deep breath and paused. 

"It's okay, take your time," I smiled as best I could as I sat her down. 

"We were hunting someone for A.R.G.U.S when the coms went out it happens sometimes-- not often-- but he always figures out a way they all do," she choked out. "but w-when he didn't come back I called Barry. Then Barry couldn't find him and-"

She stopped and started sobbing. I wrapped my arms around her and let her cry into me. 

"Shh it's okay," I responded. "Oliver is okay, so is Thea." 

Everyone else looked down. I could feel the depression in the room. It's almost like I was the only one still convinced they were alive. Cisco was trying to rub Catlin's shoulders as she cried but she still continued to sob. 

I released Felicity and ran over to the computers. 

"We already checked the traffic cam footage," Caitlin whispered. 

"You did but I didn't," I responded as I pulled up every traffic cam in Star City. "There are things you guys may have missed." 

I spent the next few hours going over all the traffic cam footage over and over again. There has to be something, even something small. Joe came to join me and helped. He didn't say anything which was nice. I wasn't in a talking mood. I had a great night with a man I really liked only to have it demolished by finding out my siblings were missing. No matter how mad I was at Oliver or how estranged our relationship was I love him and I don't want to lose him. 

"Hey, (Y/N/N) check this out," Joe said and I moved closer to the screen. "Suspicious enough for you?" 

"Is that Slade?" I asked sincerely as I saw the familiar eye patch and ruffled hair. 

"Slade as in Deathstroke?" Barry asked. 

I nodded and Cisco put the video up on the monitor.

"That's definitely him," I sighed. "This was recorded 2 hours before Oliver went missing. He cut the camera." 

"That doesn't make sense," Caitlin said pacing around the lab. "Didn't Oliver cure Slade of the mirakuru and lock him on Lian Yu?" 

"Oliver has a lot of enemies," I responded. "anyone could've recruited Slade and given him the mirakuru again." 

"But who?" Caitlin asked. "Who knew Slade was even there?" 

"A.R.G.U.S," I responded, taking my head in my hands. " Felicity said they were chasing someone for A.R.G.U.S when everyone went missing right?" 

There was a short pause as everyone looked around the room. 

"Whatever this is, A.R.G.U.S has something to do with it," I said finally and Joe shook his head. 

"I don't think it's A.R.G.U.S," he said and I glared at him. "Maybe someone who was a former agent but there's no reason they would kidnap Oliver, Thea, Diggle, and Roy." 

I nodded my head, " you're right." 

Caitlin immediately ran to the computer and started looking through every single file. 

"It's 5am. Do you think Jitters is open yet?" I asked and Joe nodded. " Coffee is a must have right now. send me your orders. Let Felicity sleep though. I know what she wants." 

"Take my car," Joe said, handing me the keys and I looked stunned. "We can't risk you running into your team. use the drive thru." 

"I'll be right back," I nodded and bolted outside S.T.A.R labs. 

It wasn't until I got to the car I let the tears fall. Soft sobs escaped my lips as I laid my head on the steaming wheel. I was exhausted and scared. Scared for my siblings, scared for my friends, but selfishly I was scared for Hotch. What would he think of me when he found out? I knew he would. I can try to leave the past in the past but does it really ever stay there? I sat in the car for a few moments before turning my phone on. I didn't have any missed calls from Hotch, luckily. I didn't need to be reminded of what had happened just a few hours ago. 

I turned on the car and made my way to Jitters without incident. I ordered the coffee and waited for the order at the next window. I wasn't sure what time it was but the sun was just starting to come over the horizon painting the sky a beautiful orange and blue. The girl handed me the coffee and I raced back to S.T.A.R labs. As soon as I threw the car in park my phone started going off. I quickly grabbed it hoping it was someone with information about Ollie but saw Hotch on the caller ID instead. I reluctantly answered it. 

"Hello," I muttered, wiping my tears as if he could see me. 

"Are you okay?" He asked and I felt a sob threaten to come out my throat. 

"Fine, I'm fine," I stuttered as more tears came down my face. 

"Where are you?" He asked and I shook my head. "What's going on?" 

"You know I can't tell you that," I whispered. 

"Please," Hotch murmured and I looked down. 

I wanted to tell him so bad. My brother is the Green Arrow and his arch nemesis has escaped from a prison and kidnapped him along with our sister and his best friend. That would go over well. Maybe he'd immediately run to his bosses and turn us in, or maybe he'd keep the secret and put his life on the line. 

"I-I can't," I replied and Hotch stayed silent. 

"I just want to help," he responded simply and I felt myself break down. 

"My brother and sister are missing," I managed to say. "We can't find them."

"I can gather the team," Hotch responded and I felt my heart hurt. 

"No," I snapped. "It's too dangerous." 

"Then let me help you," Hotch replied. 

"No," I replied. "I'm sorry Aaron. I really am but I have to do this."

"You can't do this alone," He replied. "I tried." 

"I'm not alone," I replied.

There was a long pause before Hotch finally spoke. 

"I'm not going to stop trying," he managed to say and I cried. 

"I know," I responded. "I'll be back, it'll only take a few days." 

"I know it won't," Hotch sighed and I cried. "I'll file a family emergency with Strauss. She's probably going to call you." 

"I may not answer," I said. "I have to get this coffee in, Aaron. I have to go." 

He didn't respond as I hung up the phone. I was so distraught between Oliver and Hotch complicating things. Just a few hours ago I was hunting serial killers and now I was tracking down a villain we put down years ago. I was crying with my head in my hands when someone knocked on the window. 

I looked up and saw Barry red eyed staring at me. I opened the door and he took the coffee. 

"We found Deathstroke," he said and I jumped up. 

"Where?" I shouted. 

"He's in Central City," Barry said and I swear I turned green from anxiety. "Joe thinks he's looking for you." 

"Then let me be bait," I shouted, jumping out of the car and slamming the door. 

"No," Barry replied. 

"No? what do you mean no?" I snapped, ripping my coffee from the tray as we marched in. "You know it's the best plan." 

"I'm not putting you in danger," Barry responded as we walked into the cortex. 

"To hell with that!" I screamed smacking something on the desk causing it to go flying. "If you can't beat Deathstroke with your speed you're not the superhero I thought you were." 

"Oliver beat me," Barry muttered, hanging his head. "And Slade--" 

Barry paused and touched my tear stained face softly. 

"Slade trained him okay?" Barry shouted. "I'm not letting you go on some suicide mission." 

"Fine," I blinked. "Then I'll do it myself." 

Barry protested but Joe stopped him as I grabbed my suit and ran off to an empty room. I was trying my best to hold myself together as I held the kevlar in my hands. I slowly slipped it on. It was a lot more comfortable than I remembered. I wonder if Cisco had anything to do with that. 

I admired my bow for a moment before slipping it on my back. Then I slipped my mask on and walked out to the Cortex. 

"Wow," Barry said. "It's been awhile since I saw that on you." 

"at least 3 years," I laughed. "Am I doing this alone or are you giving me some back up." 

" We're coming," Barry sighed. " I don't like it but everyone else thinks it's a good idea." 

"Because it is Barry. You're going to be right there," Caitlin smiled and took a seat at her desk. "She's not going to get taken." 

"Please stay safe," Felicity muttered and held my shoulders. 

"I will Felicity I promise," I smiled and grabbed her hand. "I'll bring them all back, we will bring them all back." 

"I know," She smiled and I hugged her. "I love you (Y/N) you've always been like a sister to me." 

"I love you too Felicity. You've been like a sister to me too," I smiled as we parted. "Ready?" 

Barry nodded. 

I felt Barry grab me and suddenly I was in the middle of the street very dizzy. I pinched my nose and steadied myself. Barry grabbed my hand steadying me. 

"How can you handle that Barry?" I grunted as I felt better. 

"Just used to it I guess," Barry said and I laughed. 

"I could NEVER get used to that," I responded, which made Barry laugh. 

"I'm going to check around," Barry yelled. "Be careful." 

"I'll be fine Barry," I smiled as he ran off. 

I decided to take a look around. I was careful to listen to every single sound. I watched Slade kill my mom and though Oliver decided killing was not an option, when I thought about Slade and what he did; I decided if I ever saw him I'd immediately put an arrow through his skull, no matter what Oliver thinks. I rounded a corner and saw Slade sitting down with his hands behind his back. 

"I knew I'd meet you again Slade," I growled before feeling something smack my head. Things went dark after that. 

I groaned awake to a pounding head and a cage. Great. I got taken, damn me for being so rusty. 

"(Y/N)," I heard Oliver's voice before I saw him. 

"Ollie," I muttered. "I'm sorry I was looking for you." 

"I know," was his simple response. 

"Slade is involved," I said and Oliver shook his head. 

"Slade's a prisoner just like us," he replied and I cussed to myself. 

He wasn't sitting down with his hands behind his back. He was tied up and sat down to make it look more normal. 

"Been a long time," Thea smiled from a cell next to Oliver. 

"Yeah," I half smirked. "That's my fault." 

"Well now's as good a time as any to talk so..." Thea started. 

"I don't think now is the best time, Thea," Roy said and I laughed. 

" How's Felicity?" Oliver asked and I bit my lip. 

" A mess," I said. "She really loves you." 

"I don't think that was in any doubt," Dig replied, making everyone chuckle a little. 

"Do we know who took us?" I asked and Oliver nodded. 

"I've never met him before," Oliver said. "He called himself the Fox." 

"The Fox?" I asked and Oliver nodded. "Did he have red hair? Large beard?" 

"Yeah how did you-" Diggle started. 

"He's an unsub my team tracked down a while ago," I said and tapped my chin with my hand. "But it doesn't make sense, everything is about the female child. He's a pedophile." 

"Wait, so he's just a normal person? " Roy asked and I nodded. 

"So you're telling me we fought a mirakuru army, killed the count, defeated the league of assassins, and we got beat by a serial killer called the fox?" Diggle said and I snickered. 

"That sounds right," I said and Diggle laughed. 

" You have to work on your aim man," Dig said, making the room burst out laughing. 

"You know it's great we can have a laugh while we're sitting in cells after being kidnapped," Roy said as he laid back against the cell bars. 

"Oh we're kidnapped, what is it? Tuesday?" Thea laughed and I nodded to her when suddenly there was lightning and wind in my face before my cell door opened. 

I blinked and everyone was stepping from their cells and Barry was standing in the middle of the room holding keys. 

"I knew you wouldn't fail me Bares," I smiled and hugged him. 

"Don't hug me just yet," he muttered. "I-I have good news and bad news; which would you like to hear first?" 

"Ya know some good news would sound absolutely amazing right now," Thea said. 

"Karl Arnold will be spending a long time in prison," Barry said and I smiled. 

"and the bad news?" Roy asked and Barry shifted uncomfortably. 

"He gave Slade mirakuru and now he's destroying the city," Barry said and Oliver tensed up. 

"So we have 1 over-hyped super soldier against 1 super speedster and 5 combat trained vigilantes who were trained by the guy who was trained by Slade?" Roy said and Barry put his finger up.

"This Karl dude was also working with Reverse Flash," Barry said as he slipped his mask on. "So I'm a bit busy. By the way (Y/N) your team is evacuating people into the precinct."

I ran my hands up my face and through my hair.

"Of course they are," I sighed. "Is Aaron with them?"

"Yes," Barry replied. " Derek and Spencer went to S.T.A.R labs."

"Where did Karl get the mirakuru?" I asked as Barry ran off. "He's not some criminal mastermind. He's a pedophile that killed families. Nothing more."

"There's got to be something more to it than that," Roy said and I shook my head.

" I mean he's a sick fuck but he's human. He hates my team but that's it," I shrugged.

" He might be part of the problem but he isn't the problem," Oliver snapped. " Let's go, coms are working now so stay in touch and call if you find Slade. He's mine."

Oliver walked off leaving us stunned but he was wrong. Slade was not his. Slade was mine and I fully intended to kill him.

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Two Truths And A Lie

Pairing: Dean x OC 

Word Count: 1,679

Summary: Dean meets Holly while working a case and decides he wants to get to know her a little more than his usual one-night stands. 

A/N: A little one and done that I couldn’t get out of my head until I wrote it down. 100% Inspired by this Instagram Reel by Tyler Gaca who I’m obsessed with. 

Another dirty, old motel room. Another creaky bed and lumpy mattress. Another case in the books for Dean Winchester.

And now he found himself in bed with a girl who’d caught his eye the second he’d knocked on her door earlier in the week. 

His hair was twisted and spiked out in every direction after having her fingers tangled in it the entire time he’d been finishing her with his mouth. Holly’s hair wasn’t any better. 

Dean turned onto his side and wrapped his arms around her as she nestled her cheek against his chest. 

They laid there quietly for several happy minutes before either of them spoke. 

“So, this is what you and your brother do?” she asked. 

Dean twisted his neck to press a kiss to her temple. 

“Have sex in seedy motels?” he asked, a little confused by the question.

“What? No… kill monsters.” 

“Oh,” Dean said, grateful to not have to talk about his sex/love life and/or lack thereof, with this girl he didn’t really know. 

“Yeah… we hunt the things that go bump in the night,” he said with a sigh.

“Hmm,” she said. She lifted her head up and saw his flannel hanging half off the end of the bed. She sat up and started to climb down the bed for it. 

Dean’s eyes hung on the beautiful curve of her back and hips and ass as she crawled to the end of the bed. She pulled on the Carolina-blue, plaid flannel but left it hanging open over her bare chest. Dean smirked at her. 

“If you were cold I could’ve warmed you up, sweetheart,” he said as he cupped her jaw and pulled her to him for a kiss. 

She smiled against his lips. “It wasn’t that,” she said as she pulled back from him and sat back on her knees. She fiddled with the buttons. “I just wanted to do that thing basics do in rom-coms where they put on a guy's button-up. Like, it’s how they show the audience these two people just had sex without showing it. Because obviously clothes were removed because now she’s wearing his shirt, and isn’t it cute that she still cares about her modesty? She’s a precocious type-A gal and don’t we just want her to have it all?”

Dean chuckled as he leaned against his elbow. “You’ve thought about this a lot.” 

“I’m a film critic, it’s kinda my job,” she shrugged. 

“Is it?” Dean asked, arching a brow at her.

“I mean, it’s just for the local paper, but yeah.” 

Dean laughed. “That’s totally a job a girl in a rom-com would have.” 

She laughed with him and wrinkled her nose. “Yeah…, I guess it kinda is.”

She smirked and jutted out her chin. ”And you’re the blue-collar average Joe my heart wants but my white-collar family insists I need to be practical and marry the wealthy lawyer I just broke up with a few months before meeting you.” 

“‘Cept I’m anything but average, Sweetheart,” Dean said, with the slightest smirk on his lips. 

“Oh, I know. That’s why I’ll choose you in the end,” she said, biting her lip as she watched him. 

Dean got the feeling from the way her hands fidgeted with the buttons of his shirt and her eyes couldn't settle too long on him that flirting didn’t come easily to her. But she was trying and he found that to be damn cute. 

“That shirt looks good on you,” he said. His eyes were trained on her like she was the only thing in the room and it made her breath catch in her throat. 

“Does it?” she blushed. “I’m not sure how my white-collar family will feel about me wearing plaid. Or flannel.”

“If they got a problem with it then I say screw ‘em,” Dean said. “You should do what makes you happy.” 

She looked up from her fidgeting hands and their eyes locked. She held his gaze. “Oh, Dean,” she said, in a sarcastically dramatic tone. “I know my father won’t approve of you but you’re the only man that’s ever interested me. You’re not like anyone I ever met in the private schools my parents sent me to.” She turned and flopped back down against the pillow.

“Well,” he said as he trailed a finger slowly up from her navel. “That’s because I’m a bad boy. I come from the wrong side of the tracks. But trust me, baby, I have a heart of gold.” 

“I’ll bet you do,” she said as she pushed herself up on her forearms and pressed her lips to his. 

He gently reached beneath the open flannel and cupped her breast. 

“Mmm,” she hummed as she grazed his calloused thumb over her nipple. 

“Ready for round two?” he whispered against her ear. 

The next morning, for reasons he couldn’t quite put into words, Dean asked if she wanted to get breakfast. 

“Why do I get the feeling you don’t usually ask that?” she called from the bathroom where she was brushing her teeth with the complimentary motel toothbrush. 

“Well…,” Dean shrugged and pulled a sturgeon face as he sat at the end of the bed and pulled on his boots.

“Relax,” she said with a laugh. “Yes, Dan, I’ll get breakfast with you.” 

“It’s… It’s Dean,” he faltered uncomfortably.

She leaned out of the doorframe, locked eyes with him, and gave him a wink. 

He laughed cautiously. “Ha… very funny,” he said before shaking his head the second she was out of view. “What am I doing?” he mouthed to himself. 

As they headed for the door Dean saw the blue flannel he’d tossed aside last night and scooped it up. 

“Here,” he said, holding the arms open for her. 

She hesitated. 

“You didn’t bring a jacket. Might get cold,” he said sheepishly as he shrugged.

She gave him a small smile before sliding her arms through the sleeves. 

“Thanks,” she said quietly. 

After breakfast Dean had suggested they take a walk around the town. Holly had smiled and said, “You don’t really wanna do that.” 

He chuckled. “No… but I also don’t want you to go.” 

She smiled in spite of herself. “Why don’t we just take a drive in that car of yours?” 

“Ah, now you’re speaking my language,” he said with a grin as they got up from the booth. 

For the first time in a long time, Dean actually went the speed limit. He wanted to draw out every last second with her that he could. Not that he had a destination, but at some point, he was going to have to turn around and drive back. 

They chatted about anything and everything. Music, movies, and Dean even let her in on some cases he and Sam had worked recently. 

“Wait, Nine Inch Nails? You saw them perform at Madison Square Garden?” 

“Yeah, I got the tickets for Sammy’s seventeenth birthday present. Although, they were just as much for me. I was a selfish big brother, what can I say? Sammy never said anything about it, though. First time he ever got drunk was at that show. I thought our dad was gonna kill me.” 

“How did he find out?” 

“We weren’t expecting him to be there when we got back to our room but I guess he wrapped his case up and was waiting for us back at the motel when we stumbled home.” 

She smiled as she watched him tell the story with a grin on his face. 

“Sam could barely stand and I was laughing my face off until I opened the door and saw Dad sitting there at the dinette table,” he said as he laughed at the distant memory. 

“What did you do?” she asked as she laughed with him. 

“Eh, I was used to Dad yelling at me, honestly. So I just stood there and listened. It wasn’t until five minutes in when he shouted ‘wipe that grin off your face’ that I realized I’d been smiling the entire time.”

She laughed. “I bet that had made him even angrier.” 

“Well, it certainly gave away how blitzed I was.”

“What about you? Tell me something about you.” 

She shrugged. “What do you wanna know?” 

“Let’s play ‘two truths and a lie’.”

“What? No, I’m so bad at those games. My lies are always so outrageous that no one believes them or so boring it’s like, why would you even bother saying that out loud.” 

“Come on, it’ll be fun. The whole point is just to get to know each other more,” he said as he reached over and grasped her hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. 

“Fine, um… I had a bagel for breakfast.” 

“Okay… I know that one’s true… we had breakfast together.” 

“Right, okay, um, my tenth birthday party ended in an exorcism…,” 

“Okay…,” 

“And I think I look really good in the color blue…,” 

Dean shook his head slightly and raised his brows as he stared ahead at the road while he pulled his fingers lightly across her palm. 

“Well, I’m gonna guess that the second one is the lie,” he said, still shaking his head.

“What? No, stop. I look terrible in blue,” Holly blushed. 

“So your tenth birthday party ended in an exorcism?” He asked as he wrinkled his brow.

“My aunt gifted me a cursed locket and flies flew out of my mouth. You really think I look good in blue? You’re so weird,” she said as she dipped her chin shyly and tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear.

“Wait, so you were possessed?” 

“Yes, by the ghost of a Victorian woman named Ethel. You’re blushing so hard right now,” she said as she swatted playfully at his hand which was traveling up her thigh. 

“‘Cause I really do think you look good in blue.” He grinned widely at her and she blushed. 

Dean leaned forward, lips almost to hers when a thought crossed his mind. 

“Wait… you can’t get rid of ghosts with an exorcism.”