#kitty's21stbdaychallenge

[uselessace]

Chore Negotiation

Pairing: CrowleyXReader

Word Count: 539

Warnings: Slight NSFW content; gender neutral reader (after all pet names dont have a gender, do they?)

A/n: This is my entry for @hiswickedkitty 21st B-day Challenge, Hope you like it!

Prompt: Malibu Bay Breeze: I hear a lot of excuses and not a lot of the dishes being washed.

You rolled your eyes as your husband once again tried to get out of doing his fair share of chores.

“Love I’m just saying this could be holy water!”

“Crowley, my darling, my dearest, my king..” You turned to him voice dipping into the sickly sweet territory.

“Why would I ever keep holy water around just for you to do dishes?” The smile you had was most definitely fake and filled with annoyance.

He looked at you and, presumably, saw the annoyance hidden in your eyes and smile as he slapped on his most charming smile.

“Love of course I’m not saying you were keeping it around.” He removed the almost forgotten basket of laundry from your hip.

“Let me make it up to you.” He huskily whispered, pressing his body against yours.

It would have worked if you couldn't still see the pile of dishes over his shoulder. Two could certainly play at this game.You wrapped your arms around him and pushed your lower half into his. Letting out an obscene groan. Then playfully biting at his ear you started to walk him towards the kitchen.

“I want you to show me just how good you are with those hands while I’m sitting on this table.”

You smirked as his hands trailed down your body tantalizingly slow managing to elicit a low moan from your breathless lips. You hardened both of your resolves as your hips barely jerked towards his.

“Oh trust me Kitten..” He slipped his hand into your pants.

“I’ll show you just how good I am.” He nipped at your neck, if you couldn't see the dishes you'd gladly let him tear you apart in the most delicious way… Maybe you could reward him later?

You made up your mind, after all a reward for him could definitely be a reward for you. You pushed him gently away and turned him around.

“Well then honey show those dishes just how good  your hands are.”

“Later?” He growled pinning you to the table before you could even respond.

“I hear a lot of excuses and not a lot of the dishes being washed. You know I seem to remember you telling me you’d never make excuses to me.”

The frozen expression on his face as he struggled to come up with a non-excuse to continue what he had started was hilarious. It was almost as if you were torturing him, his cheeks were flushed red, and his arousal slowly grinding into you.

“What's the matter My King.” you purred, watching as his eyes went red. Maybe, just this once you could reward first? You smiled and leaned in to nibble his ear.

“After the dishes are done, and done to my satisfaction we can play.” When you said satisfaction his hips jutted forward just enough to make you moan out the last word.

You’d never seen him move so fast before, you almost had whiplash. Smiling to yourself as he carefully did dishes you got up and went to continue laundry. You needed to get that as close to being done as possible before he came looking for his reward.

And judging by the ache you felt down below, you were definitely ready to reward him.

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[thecuriouscrusader]

Good Morning

Pairing: Sam x Castiel

Word Count: 829

Prompt: “You are very endearing when you’re half asleep." 

Tags: Fluff, Grumpy Cas, Idiots In Love, Domestic Life, Established Relationship, Canon Divergence

Summary: Cas is not a morning person, but that’s just one of the things that Sam loves about him.

A/N: Written for @hiswickedkitty‘s birthday challenge, I hope you had a good birthday!

I can’t believe this is my first time writing slashy sastiel?? I love the fandom consensus that Cas is not a morning person, and since I personally think of Sam being the opposite I thought that sastiel would be good for this. Not beta’d so if there are any horrifying mistakes then please let me know.

It was nine o'clock in the morning. Sam was clean, dressed, and sat in the kitchen sipping his second cup of coffee as he read the news headlines on his laptop in search of a new case.

Castiel shuffled into the room in a completely opposing state. His hair was dishevelled and he was still wearing Sam’s t-shirt, which covered him like a night gown, and a pair of boxers. He was fighting to keep his eyes open and he itched his belly absentmindedly as he made his way to the coffee pot. 

It was a sight which Sam adored.

He had been quick to realise that Castiel was not a morning person. When Cas had first become human he had slept a lot because his vessel was trying to make up for years without rest and that greatly affected his mood. 

A lot of the time Sam would stay in bed passed noon because Castiel would cling to him like a baby monkey, and if Sam tried to escape Castiel would groan in protest and try to hug him closer. Sam did not really mind though; it was rare that they got to share quiet moments of bliss. Sam would happily accept his fate and hold Cas in his arms and pepper him with kisses in the hope that it would lighten the smaller man’s mood; it often worked as Castiel would open his eyes and smile wearily. 

On this particular morning Sam had managed to free himself as Castiel had been sprawled out on the other side of the bed because he was too warm under the covers.

Castiel brought his coffee over to the table and sat down next to Sam. He picked up the milk jug and managed to get more on table as he poured it than he did in his coffee. 

"Dean can take care of that” Castiel grumbled. “He’s monopolising the shower again.”

“We have more than one shower, Cas” Sam smirked. 

“But that one has the best water pressure” Castiel pointed out. “Perhaps…I should just go back to bed?”

Sam huffed with amusement. “If that’s what you want to do." 

Castiel pouted slightly as he shuffled closer to Sam. "Do you want to come with me?" 

"Cas, I’ve already showered and got changed-" 

"That’s not a problem. You know how much I enjoy undressing you” Castiel stated. “That was a flirtation” he clarified. 

Sam chuckled. “Yeah, I got that. You’re getting better." 

"You don’t appear to have found any cases” Castiel said as he wriggled even closer to Sam until he was practically sitting in the hunter’s lap. “Please, Sam” he almost whined as he rested his head on Sam’s shoulder and nuzzled his nose into his neck. 

“Alright” Sam sighed dramatically to allow Cas the gratification of believing that he had persuaded him; really there was no way that Sam could pass on such an opportunity. "You are very endearing when you’re half asleep; a perfect mixture between grumpy and fluffy.�� 

"Grumpy? I’m not grumpy” Castiel murmured with a frown. 

 "Yeah, I think after we’ve finished with flirtations we need to work on irony" Sam said as he stood up. 

He offered his hand to Castiel and the smaller man took it and sluggishly got to his feet. He trailed behind Sam with his forehead rested on the small of Sam’s back and his eyes closed. 

Once they arrived at the bedroom Castiel immediately flopped down onto the bed. He fell asleep instantly and started emitting quiet snores.

Sam smiled. Whilst most people might see a tangled heap of laziness Sam saw his beautiful boyfriend feeling safe and happy enough to let his usually well-kept guard down. 

He stripped back down to his boxers and laid next to Castiel. He was even more pleased that Cas’ t-shirt had ridden up to show off his soft lower belly. 

Sam could not help himself. He manoeuvred himself around so that he was straddled over Castiel’s legs and started pressing kisses to the smaller man’s stomach.

“Mmm, Sam” Castiel mumbled as he opened his eyes. “What are you doing?" 

"Loving you” Sam replied. “I just couldn’t resist.”

“Well, you may keep going” Castiel said; he wrapped his legs around Sam’s hips so he would not really have a choice, but Sam was never going to protest.

Sam kissed Cas’ belly for a while longer before slowly making his way up his neck, which he gently sucked and nipped at. Castiel groaned with pleasure and guided Sam upwards so that their lips could meet. 

“I love you” Castiel said between kisses. 

“I love you too” Sam smiled. 

“Spoon now?” Casitel asked meekly. 

“Alright” Sam replied. He kissed Castiel’s cheek and rolled onto his side behind Cas.

Sam pulled Castiel back against his chest and rested his hand on the smaller man’s stomach. Castiel sighed contentedly as he took hold of Sam’s hand.

Sam decided this was definitely the best way to spend a morning. 

[xwing-baby]

Storm

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Sam, Dean, Lucifer, Michael, OMC Alex Moffatt, OMC Benjamin Moffatt, Nephillum!Reader.

Warnings: Angst, none other than that really.

Word Count: 3254

A/N: It’s official, I am the worst at deadlines. THANKS BT! My internet decided it wanted to mess around last night so I couldn’t post this. But anyway, better late than never, right?

This is written for @hiswickedkitty ‘s 21st Birthday Challenge. My drink of choice was Black Russian: “I don’t do karaoke”

Also for @gone-to-fight-the-fairies ‘Supernatural Summer of Superheroes’. My quote was from Gomora: “Touch me and the only thing you’re gunna feel is a broken jaw”

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It was unusual for Sam and Dean to get invited to a party. In fact, apart from a few college ones the brothers had never really invited to a party after all hunters aren’t the most social types. However, now they were in a huge 19th-century mansion on the outskirts of Chicago surrounding by at least forty other hunters of all ages, there were even some little kids as young as three running around with their parents. It was surreal, to say the least.

The house itself was entirely too extravagant for any hunter. Fourteen bedrooms, four reception rooms, a mock-up of a western saloon in the back over looking large gardens, and a garage full of fancy cars and trucks of every make and model. The house was owned by Rachel Barrett, an ex-hunter turn inventor/philanthropist extraordinaire. She was one of the main people who made sure the government never found out about the hunters and invented hundreds of new weapons to help hunters stay under the radar. She was also a close friend of Bobby Singers, though she’d never met the Winchester’s, she invited them in his place.

Neither brother was entirely sure who they knew here, but having been here for half an hour, they definitely knew that everyone here knew them. It was like they were celebrities. One guy even asked for a picture with Sam! 

After a while, people got over the fact the famous Winchesters were there and left them to it. The brothers were now in the bar in a booth with two younger hunters, Alex and Benjamin Moffatt, having their ears talked off about anything and everything. The Winchester’s didn’t really mind, it was nice to talk to people about something fairly normal for a change.

“Who’s she?” Dean asked, noticing a pretty looking girl sat alone at the bar.

“That’s Y/n, gorgeous ain’t she?” Alex looked over and smiled.

“You know, I heard she’s the illegitimate child of Michael, you know the archangel?” Benjamin added, lowering his voice as he spoke.

“Fuck off man, no she ain’t!” Alex scolded his friend slapping his arm, “She’s way too goody goody for that! Look at her!”

“Yeah? She may not look it but she ain’t some angel, man! I’ve seen her, she’s as dark as some black eyed bitch,”

“So she’s a hunter?” Sam asked, now the four of them were staring at the girl.

“Yeah, and an amazing one at that!”

“I heard she killed a nest of vampires alone with just a piece of barbed wire,”

“Will you shut up?” Alex exclaimed, trying to hide his embarrassment at his brother’s behaviour.

“It’s true! Ricky told me,”

“And Ricky is such a reliable source? Such an idiot I swear,”

“I’m going to go talk to her,” Dean decided.

“Do you want to get your head snapped off? She’s a feisty one that’s for sure. Benjy tried to talk to her last year? Didn’t last a minute,”

“Hey! It was longer than that!” Benjamin tried to defend himself but he eventually joined in with the rest of the table’s laughter.

“I bet I can get her to talk to me! Ladies love me,” Dean smirked cockily.

“Yeah?” Sam countered, “Ten bucks says you don’t last five minutes,”

“Oh, it’s on Sam,” Dean laughed as he stood up from the booth. The brothers shook hands and the three men watched Dean as he walked over to the bar. He sat down on the bar stool and opened his mouth to speak but was cut off almost instantly.

“I don’t do karaoke,” Y/n said sharply, not looking up from her glass of whiskey.

“Never asked sweetheart,” Dean laughed. Y/n looked up at this time, saw Dean, and looked him up and down them smiled approvingly.

“You’re a Winchester aren’t you,” She said with a smug smile, “Sam or Dean?”

“Dean,”

“Hm shame, prefer you’re not so little brother more really,” Dean scoffed, not sure what to say. “Chill Dean I’m joking!” Y/n laughed. Dean sighed in relief, getting out of the awkward situation. “What’s your poison choice, Winchester?”

“Beer’d be good,”

“Sure thing,” With that Y/n stood up, jumped and vaulted over the bar. Dean watched in awe as she in the bar flipped them rather flamboyantly then cracked the caps open on the corner of the bar top.

The pair got talking and found they had a lot in common. They both had shitty childhoods, both enjoyed a good burger and although they had very different tastes in music they could both agree that nothing beats ‘Eye of the Tiger’. Sam came over to join them as the party died and eventually Y/n decided she’d had enough too. Dean walked her back to her hotel across the street, leaving Sam to collect the car on his own.

“You don’t have to walk me back, you know I am a big girl now,”

“I’m sure you are Y/n, but I can’t just let a pretty woman like yourself walk about in the dark, can I?”

“I’m pretty sure I can handle myself, Dean,” Y/n teased, turning to unlock the door to her room. It opened with a click but Y/n didn’t go inside. Instead, she turned back to Dean, hand on the door handle still, and smiled. The flirty tension they’d created all evening had been building and building until this moment. They stepped closer to one another. Dean leant in to kiss her. The moment was perfect, until…

“Dean Winchester smells!”

Sam shouted up at them from the carpark and honked Baby's horn loudly. Y/n moved away, burst out laughing and waved down to Sam who was grinning like a Cheshire cat. Dean pouted but ended up laughing too.

“I guess you’d better get going then Winchester, see you next time,” Y/n smiled then pressed up to her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. Dean smiled and nodded.

“Next time,” He said.

Dean watched Y/n go into her room then walked down the steps and over to Sam, slapping him on the arm before snatching the keys to the Impala and sliding into the car.

“You’re such a jerk,”

---

Months passed and the Winchesters never saw Y/n again. It wasn’t rare that a girl stayed in their minds this long but something about her just stuck with them both.

They were on a demon hunt in Connecticut. It was a fairly routine hunt. Dead people, Demon omens, track, capture, and kill. They were at the tracking stage and had finally found their guy. Or girl in this case.

They’d got her into an alley behind a bar. There had already been two casualties already tonight, both the Winchesters and the demon were starting to get tired.

“Sleazy, slimy, good for nothing, hunters,” The demon growled. “Think you’re doing good all the time, I can’t wait until you finally all crash and burn,”

“Just shut up and die already!” Dean complained, launching himself at the demon again. Sam tried to exorcise it but this demon was strong and managed to throw them both across the alley, knocking their weapons in the opposite directions. The boys were both out cold

“Hey!” A woman shouted from the top of the alley.

“Hey, pret-.” The demon stopped and started to choke on air. The demon screamed in panic as they had no idea what was happening. A bright blue/white light flooded the alley in seconds. Sam and Dean quickly covered their eyes as the light pulsed, getting even brighter. Then, as quickly the light appeared it disappeared.

Sam was the first to look up and was amazed to see Y/n stood there. She looked over at them for a moment, eyes glowing white, then disappeared back into the shadows. Sam scrambled and ran after the girl, Dean three feet behind.

“Up there,” Sam whispered pointing to the light that just turned on in the window above them. Dean nodded and ran to the other set of stairs. Pulling their guns from the belts they crept up the metal staircase. They got to the door and tapped on it.

“Y/n, open up,” Dean spoke first. No reply. “Y/n open the door. For god’s sake, we just want to talk,” Nothing. “Please?”

There was still no reply. The brothers looked at each other for a second, silently agreeing on their next move. Sam picked the lock and opened the door. Y/n stood on the other side, gun raised and loaded, pointing at the door.

“What the hell do you want?” Y/n snapped, not wavering from her position.  

“It’s nice to see you too, Y/n!” Dean said sarcastically. “Put the gun down we’re not going to hurt you,”

“What do you want,” Y/n asked again, still not moving.

“Answers would be good! What the hell was that?”

“It’s true, isn’t it?” Sam said, “You’re a Nephilim?”

“Yes,” Y/n glared at the brothers, finally putting the gun down, however, still keeping a strong grip on it in her halter.

“Why didn’t you say? Someone with your power could be really helpful right now and-“

“Just because I’m Michael’s daughter doesn’t mean I want to help! My dad’s a deadbeat- left my Mom for dead when she was eight months pregnant. For all, I care Lucifer can fuck the world and everyone in it,”

“Seriously? You can’t really think like that! Lucifer will destroy the world!”

“Yes, I know what an apocalypse is, Dean!”

“But you are a freakin’ archangel Nephilim! Who knows what you can do! You could be the end of all this,”

“No, just no. I’m a normal, bog standard, run of the mill, hunter, I will never help you because I have nothing to give to your death wish mission,”

“You killed that demon with a look,”

“So?” Y/n exclaimed. Dean opened his mouth to speak but Y/n quickly started to speak again cutting him off, “This is why I don’t come to these stupid ‘holiday retreats’ of Ricky’s! I don’t want any more suicidal fucktards like you two running in trying to recruit me like I’m one of the angels! From what I’ve heard Dean Winchester, you’re more than friendly with one so why don’t you pull him out of your bed and fucking use him! I’m not a weapon. I’m not special. I’m certainly never going to help kill Lucifer!”

“Y/n I’m sorry-“

“No, you’re not! Now get out before I kill you- permanently,”

“Y/n-“

“Get out!” Y/n screamed. A light bulb smashed in the corner startling, Sam and Dean quickly got the picture and left.

With a heavy sigh, Y/n sat down on the couch. Head in her hands, she took deep breaths to calm herself down. She knew what she was, of course, she did, but whether she chose to accept that was completely different.

 “Lucifer,” Y/n snarled as the grace inside her tingled at the familiar feeling of being around an archangel.  Lucifer appeared, perched on the arm of her couch with an evil grin on his face.

“Hello, Doll. Long-time no see! How’s your Mom?”

“Dead, you asshole,”

“No need to be bitchy about it, missy. Uncle Luci is only here to help,”

“Touch me and the only thing you’ll feel is a broken jaw,” Y/n growled stepping backwards, away from Lucifer. He rolled his eyes and gave a dramatic sigh.

“See this,” He motioned between them both, “Is why we don’t hang out more. You’re all bite and no banter, aren’t you?”

“No, actually it’s just you’re the devil and I don’t tolerate assholes,”

“Such horrible names! And to think we’re family, too,” Lucifer said ran his fingers through Y/n hair. She flinched and stepped backwards, unfortunately cornering herself between Lucifer and the wall.

“We’re not family,” She spat, putting her hands out in front of her trying to keep him off.

“Such a naughty girl! What would your daddy think?”

“Get off me!”

“Oh shut up,”

----

“Let my daughter go, Lucifer,”

“Michael!” Lucifer exclaimed, “So happy you could make it!”

“Brother, let her go. She has nothing to do with this,”

“Nothing to do with it! Oh, Michael, she has everything to do with this! A little archangel Nephilim like her would be very helpful for you wouldn’t it? Thought I might just bring her down here, show her how much fun she could have with her Uncle- after all we’ve got a lot of catching up to do,”

“Get off me, you creep,” Y/n shrugged Lucifer’s hand off her shoulder.

“Oh sweetie, that’s not very nice is it?” Lucifer grabbed Y/n by the hair, yanking it tight so her head snapped back up to face him- facing the ceiling. Y/n yelped and struggled a little, but it only made the pain worse.

“Let her go Lucifer!”

“What’s the matter baby bro? Scared I’ll hurt her?”

“No, you wouldn’t do that,” Michael said, sounding rather confident however as soon as he finished the sentence Y/n screamed as thousands of harsh electric shocks coursed through her body. Lucifer laughed down at her. “Lucifer! Stop!” Michael barked.

The pain immediately stopped but Y/n was left sobbing with pain in the chair, her ponytail still wrapped tightly in Lucifer’s hand, her head still being pulled backwards. It was becoming harder to breathe and very uncomfortable.

“Lucifer, let her go,” Michael said angrily, his eyes flashed blue and thunder cracked through the room. Lucifer laughed loudly.

“Try all you want baby bro but the girl is mine. Finder’s keepers,”

“Don’t be so childish Lucifer,”

“Does Dad know about your little love child?” Lucifer asked, Michael stayed silent, “Of course he doesn’t. Or she’d be dead a long time ago wouldn’t she?”

“She’s under my protection Lucifer,”

“You bastard,” Y/n spoke up, “You never protected me! My mother died and you did nothing. I tried to have a normal life, I had a family and a fiancé but they all were murdered by demons! I became a hunter and you did nothing!” Y/n was shouting now, tears streamed down her face as all the pain of her life came flooding out, “You did nothing! I thought I was some kind of freak because of my powers. I killed people, innocent people, because of it. You never did anything to help me! But I suppose now I can control it, now I can be your perfect weapon, I’m useful,”

“You were with the Winchesters, they’re a great threat to you,”

“Don’t pretend you care,” Y/n spat.

“That’s right Y/n, he doesn’t care,” Lucifer coaxed her on.

That was the final straw. Y/n had had enough. She took a deep breath to prepare herself.

Just like with the demons before, Y/n shut her eyes and let the barrier between her soul and archangel grace break down. The power of the mixture flowed quickly through her and she felt light. A large orb of power gathered in her hand glowing white and blue. Both Lucifer and Michael laughed, knowing what she was trying to do, but neither was prepared for the power she could amass. The anger, the hurt, the despair and the pain that had been collecting inside her erupted in an enormous fashion.

White light filled the room and the angels were banished. Even though they’d gone Y/n didn’t stop. The walls around her began to crumble and fall, the ceiling collapsed and the power in Y/n’s hand shot up into the night’s sky. A loud explosion like sound echoed through sky and light flashed, lighting the entire country up for a few seconds.

Y/n should have been worried, but she had one thing on her mind. Dean.

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Sam and Dean arrived back at the bunker just as the storm erupted. Thunder and lightning shattered the peace and rain hammered down hard and fast. The rain was relentless. The previously dry ground was starting flood with the volume of water that was being chucked onto it from above. The bunker was starting to leak in places. Buckets and pans were scattered around catching drips coming through.

It wasn’t uncommon for large storms to come and go across the south but this time it was different. It seemed as if the storm was focused on the bunker. Lightning struck the trees of the forest surrounding it and thunder cracked over the top without ever moving away. It had been like this for hours.

Dean had his whiskey and a classic car magazine. Sam had a coffee and his laptop. All was well, and nearly even peaceful if it wasn’t for the lashings of rain and huge eruptions of thunder shaking the bunker. Suddenly, the power went out.

The brothers immediately stopped what they were doing. Sure, if this was a normal building they wouldn’t mind but the power system for the bunker was guarded with heavy and very powerful magic. It couldn’t be affected by bad weather or a broken line.

A large, loud crack of lightning light up the bunker and a black figure appeared in the centre of the room. The figure faded in and out of focus for a minute. Almost instantly, the boys had their guns ready and loaded. The figure finally managed to manifest itself properly. It was Y/n. She immediately collapsed to the floor, shaking and barely breathing. The power came back on as her body hit the ground. Sam and Dean put down their guns and ran over to her.

“Y/n?” Her face was barely recognisable. Her skin was as white as paper and blue lines covered the majority of her neck and jaw. Her eyes were open but glazed over- constantly switching between the white glow that they saw and their usual colour. Occasionally her once strong body would twitch and jerk, making Sam and Dean jump a little. They had no idea what was wrong with her, they’d never seen anything like this before. Her mouth was moving and very quiet noises escaped every so often.

Sam and Dean helped her sit up, thinking that might help a little. Her skin was boiling to the touch, almost so it was unbearable for either of the brothers to touch it for more than a minute. Her head lolled forward and her eyes closed, the brothers feared the worst for a minute but suddenly her head snapped up. Her breathing becoming harder like she was scared or running from something. She looked at Dean and smiled, everything going calm.

“Hey-, “ She started to speak. Her voice was hoarse and broken. But she was cut off as large lightening like lines erupted from her. Sam and Dean quickly jumped out the way, now more concerned than ever. White bolts of light licked the walls and floors, making all the light bulbs explode and books fly off the walls and burn as they fell.

Everything was dark. The storm outside had stopped. Lights from the corridor and the entrance cast large shadows over the walls in the library. Everything was still.

“Y/n?” Sam asked peering around the chair he’d been pushed behind. 

“You okay?” Dean asked, moving towards the girl cautiously. Y/n was lay on the ground again. Blood pooled around her as burns and cuts began to appear on her body. “Y/n!”

More injuries appeared but after a few minutes, everything stopped. The brothers looked down at the girl. She wasn’t breathing. Dean hung his head sadly, sitting back away from her. The pair sat in the silence, neither daring to say a word and still trying to work out what happened. 

“Thought you said you didn’t like chick-flick moments?” Y/n whispered. Her eyes slowly opened and the brothers gave a sigh of relief. “Is your offer to help still open?”  

“We’d be honoured to have you on the team,”

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[i-am-fandoms-and-satan]

I’m not a Damsel in Distress, I’m a Damsel doing Damage (Gabriel x OC)

A/N: My first posted fanfiction. *cue maniacal laughter* HAHAHAHAHA– *chokes* *coughs* I’m good. Okay. So, I’d like to consider this an excerpt from the SPN fanfiction that I hope to finish sooner rather than later, but, of course my first finished and posted one is for a challenge. Whatever, I’m just glad I was able to write something. Anyways! A very special birthday to @hiswickedkitty, and I hope you all enjoy! (I found the gif on google)

Warnings: canon-typical violence, a perverted vampire, and Gabriel with his innuendos

Tom Collins - “I’m a damsel, I’m in distress, I can handle this. Have a nice day.”

Diana woke with a small groan to the sound of silence in an open room, which immediately set her on edge because she was seldom in open areas, let alone asleep in them. It didn’t help that her last memories were of her being on a hunt with her brothers and Cas, not to mention that she was chained to a chair, or that her head throbbed something awful. Yeah, it was all pretty unsettling.

Blinking her eyes open as she forced herself fully conscious, Diana took stock of her surroundings and her fuzzy, pain-filled memories.

She had to suppress a snort at her predicament. Knocked out by a nest of vampires and dragged to a desolate warehouse. How cliché. Yet the hunt itself was nothing to scoff at.

Vamps, while common supernatural beings in lore, were not something the average hunter would often come across. However, her being a Winchester made her a rather big target for any supernatural being that functioned with logic or reason.

Testing her restraints, rope fortunately, Diana kept a lookout for anything that could indicate she was not alone.

Sending two quick prayers out and hoping that Cas and her brothers were all right, she stretched to grab one of her many hidden weapons when the atmosphere shifted ever so slightly. She wasn’t alone anymore.

“I gotta say fellas,” Diana smirked, “hitting a girl, especially playing dirty like that, is extremely uncalled for.”

The air stilled.

Then a fang melted from the shadows.

The supposed leader gave her a smug look, “Were you not about to do the same to us?”

Her smirk grew, “Touché.”

The vampire nodded in reply, his light hair falling in his dark eyes.

Diana inhaled, “So,” she dragged out. “What happens now? I doubt you plan on keeping me alive for long. It could be good supernatural cred: capturing a Winchester and using her as a blood bank, but what would be the cost? I could end up escaping and ganking you all.”

It was the vampire’s turn to smirk. “No,” he breathed as he placed his hands behind his back. He walked closer to Diana, to the point where either one could lash out at the other were Diana not bound to her seat. “I was thinking something safer for my nest and one where you don’t live nearly as long.”

“Ah,” Diana nodded in understanding. “Bait.”

The vamp’s smile turned malicious. “Precisely.”

Nodding slowly, she tilted her head up to look him in the eye. “That’s going to be rather difficult considering my boys aren’t as stupid as most think. How do you plan to pull it off?”

“Well, that, my dear,” he leaned over her, “would be telling.”

Taking a strand of hair that had escaped her ponytail between his fingers, he watched as it slowly fell back into place, before brushing her cheek with the back of his hand.

Diana was plotting his murder at this point. Not that she wasn’t already planning it. Very few could call her endearing names, and fewer still could touch her or her hair without collapsing to the floor in pain or worse.

She put on a smile for him. He didn’t need to know that he had made her angry otherwise he’d keep his guard up.

“Well, I’m going to die anyway so what’s the harm? And please, ‘Diana’ is fine.”

You would have thought he was already in her pants with the smile that crossed his face and the dark glint in his eyes, though, he kept his actions gentlemanly for the moment.

“Then I insist you call me Seth.”

Forcing herself not to spit in his face or gag, she batted her lashes. “So, Seth, what’s your plan to get rid of the Winchesters for good?”

She could practically see his ego inflate as he puffed his chest out. That’s it, let your guard down you lecherous narcissist.

“You, Diana, are going to call your brothers and that angel with the information that the nest has cleared out. Give them some evidence and your word that we’ve left, and we can strike when their guards are down.”

“And if I refuse to cooperate?”

His expression screamed bloodlust, “Your brothers listen as I rip your throat out. Although,” his expression morphed back to a sophisticated calm as he caressed her cheek with the pads of his fingers, “it would be a shame to harm one of such beauty.”

She watched him carefully as she replied, “Every rose has it’s thorns.”

He grinned wolfishly, “Indeed. Beautiful and deadly is a poisonous combination. I’ll be sure to keep an eye on you personally.”

Diana felt ready to rip his throat out just to shut him up, as well as tear his wandering hands off. But she had to be patient, wait for the right moment to fight back.

“I’d rather turn you than kill you,” his hand traveled down her jaw before gripping her neck. “However, should push come to shove, I’ll paint the floor with your blood.”

He squeezed slightly to get his point across before releasing her and turning to face a vamp walking up to him.

Seth, took Diana’s phone from the man’s outstretched hand before turning back to her as more vampires moved into sight.

Nine vamps versus one Winchester. Well, that seems rather unfair.

She watched warily as the phone dialed Dean’s number on speaker.

Dean picked up after the first ring, voice tinged with relief and slight worry. “Diana, where have you been? You were supposed to be back an hour ago and Cas said–”

Diana’s eyes flickered up to Seth’s as she replied, “Cas is right, but that’s not important right now.”

He was close to blowing up, “What do you mean ‘that’s not important’?! You’re in–”

“A funky town, I know. Listen we were right on the vamp theory, but they must have caught wind of us. They cleared out.”

The line went quiet except for some muffled arguing.

“Cleared out,” Sam’s question came through the phone. “You sure?”

“Yeah, I found their warehouse on the outskirts of town, but it’s barren save some spilled blood and other miscellaneous objects.”

“All right, then we’ll see you back at the hotel?”

“Yeah, but first, Sam, am I on speaker?”

A pause.

“You are now, what is it Dia?”

Diana felt her ropes slack slightly as something heavy and leather-wrapped was pressed into her hand.

She gave Seth a wolfish grin as she replied with minor sarcasm, “I’m a damsel, I’m in distress, I can handle this. Have a nice day.”

Seth hardly had time to express his rage or even register her words before she planted a solid kick to his ribs which sent him crashing to the floor as the phone skidded into the overbearing shadows.

The other vamps had time to respond to the now free and furious Winchester girl, but none were prepared for the kickback that came with threatening her life.

A resounding snap of fingers and a harsh golden flash of light left only the fangs nearest Diana and Seth in one piece, but she fixed that problem in their confusion.

The nest was almost cleared out, save for the leader who was now on his feet.

Oh, he was livid.

His eyes burned like dark stars as they pierced Diana, but her cold fury wrapped her in its protective cocoon.

“You,” he seethed. “You wretched, vile–”

“I wouldn’t insult her if I was you buddy,” a hand was placed on the vamp’s shoulder. “You’ve got no idea who it is you’re messing with.”

Seth whirled to see a shorter man with a smirk on his features, but the man’s eyes burned like holy fire.

Lashing out, Seth was met with a snap of the man’s fingers and air.

A sigh came from behind him, and he wheeled to see the same man with light brown hair standing beside Diana.

“Honestly,” the man’s voice was sarcastic and light as he spoke using his hands, “you should listen when being spoken to. It’s very rude to ignore your enemy.”

Diana smiled, “Yes, but his mistake is our advantage.”

The man pointed to her. “Correct, five points to Slytherin.”

“Who are you?” Seth ground out.

The man gasped, clutching his chest in mock hurt. “I’m wounded. You don’t know me?” He inhaled deeply, “The pain.”

Diana scoffed causing the man to smile.

“But that’s no concern of yours considering you’ll be dead soon. You know, as opposed to undead.”

Diana nudged him in the ribs, “That’s enough out of you, Whiskey.”

‘Whiskey’ chuckled in reply, holding up his hands in surrender.

Diana sighed, “Let’s get this over with so I can get back to the boys.”

She began striding over to Seth, the machete swinging in her grasp and dripping slightly with blood.

He wasn’t ready to go down without a fight.

Luckily, Diana anticipated his fight or flight instincts and turned his wild slash into her own hip toss.

He hit the ground with a thud and Diana firmly held him in place to prevent him from escaping or fighting back too much.

He snarled at her, but she just bared her teeth in a wolfish grin.

“You’re lucky I have places to be and my morality gets in the way otherwise I’d torture you for the stunts you pulled,” Diana growled at him. “That being said,” she raised the machete, “never touch me again.”

With a sickening schlik the hunt was over.

Diana sagged to the floor momentarily before reaching for the outstretched hand before her.

She grinned, “Thanks, Gabe.”

“From what I could tell, you had it handled, Sugar. Though I don’t appreciate what he was doing, or what he was thinking.”

She frowned, anger and other mixed emotions flashing in her eyes. “What was he thinking?”

Gabe scowled, “Trust me, Babe, you don’t want to know.”

Diana smiled softly before pecking him on the cheek, “Well thank you for watching out for me.”

He hummed, “Father knows you need it.”

She scoffed, “You can blame my brothers and yours for that.”

He rolled his eyes, “No need to remind me.”

She chuckled, “Yeah, yeah, now fly away Candy Angel before Cas or anyone else notices a presence that shouldn’t be here.”

He pouted, “Love ‘em and leave ‘em. That’s cruel even for you, Diana.”

That drew a laugh from her, “Just go Gabe, I’ll see you around.”

He smiled cheekily, “You should order some pizza next time.”

Diana’s cheeks blazed as she turned to swat empty air.

“Gabriel!”

A silent laugh warmed her up as an invisible force pressed a kiss to her temple and a pair of golden wings stirred the air around her.

“Love you to, you stupid Pizza Man.”

Needless to say that the rest of Team Free Will were relieved to have their youngest walk through the hotel room’s door later that night and they all had to listen to Dean’s heated lecture about never doing something like that again which Diana made no promises to much to Dean’s chagrin.

They would head back to the bunker the next morning for some pie, but for now, Diana really needed wanted a shower and sleep. So she got just that regardless of the fact it was already four in the morning.

She woke up in the afternoon to two snoring older brothers, an angel with his nose in a book, and a Kit Kat resting on her nightstand pinning a golden bird feather down.

Not that she needed any hints to who gave her the candy anymore.

[luciisthebest]

Revenge

Characters: Demon!Reader, Sam, Dean. No pairing.

Summary: The reader died because of the Winchesters, now it’s her turn to get her revenge.

Warnings: Angst, Torture, mentions of blood, major character death, language.

Word Count: 1,398

A/N: This is for @hiswickedkitty’s Birthday Challenge. Happy early birthday darling here’s some angst. For this challenge I ordered a Screaming Orgasm also known as the quote “After all that you’ve done to me, I hope you drop dead.”

The world was a cruel place. It had a played a cruel joke on you, but now it was your turn. Smirking down at the two unconscious men in front off you, you kicked the closest one’s leg. “Wakey wakey.” You cooed.

A groan escaped his lips as he started to come to. His eyelids flutter and then opened, revealing bright green eyes. “Such pretty eyes.” You laughed as he struggled against the ropes binding him to the chair. “Good luck with that.” You teased him as you walked over to the other man’s chair. “Oh Sammy. It time to wake up.” You used a singsong tone, as you ran your fingers through his long hair.

“Get your hands off him you bitch.” Dean yelled from behind you.

“Such fire.” You laughed, turning back to Dean. “Now I think it’s time you and I have a little talk.” You ran a finger down his jawline.

“Yeah how about you let us go, and I kill you.” Dean spat at you glancing over at his brother.

Your eyes followed his gaze. “Oh don’t worry about little Sammy. My quarrel isn’t with him. Well, not as much as it is with you.”

At the sound of your voice, Sam started to come to. “Dean?” He groaned.

Walking back over to Sam, you gently lift his chin up, forcing him to look into your eyes. “Shhh Sam, it’s all going to be ok.” You smiled at him and then let your eyes turn black. Sam gasped and jerked his chin out of your grip.

“Get away from him you black eyed bitch!” Dean roared.

“Language Dean.” You rolled your eyes as you stepped back and admired your handy work. Both men were tied up, wrapped in ropes. “Well I guess it’s time to get to the fun part.” Pulling a knife out, you began twirling it around. “Hmmmm where do I start. Well to make the story short, you two are the reason I died. Now yo-”

“Seriously?” Dean interrupted you. “Sweetheart you’ve got the wrong guys.” He scoffed at you.

Lunging forward, you slammed him farther back into his seat, grasping his throat. “I highly suggest you keep your mouth shut and let me finish talking.” You let go of his throat and gave him a gentle smile. “Anyways, as I was saying. You two are responsible for my death. I’m sure the two of you have heard of and looked for your soulmates. Well I hate to say it, but Dean I’m your soulmate.” You watched as Dean’s eyes widen. “Surprise!” Your voice dripped with sarcasm.

“How is that possible? The angels said Dean didn’t have a soulmate.” Sam’s brows furrowed in confusion.

At his words you doubled over in laughter. “Only you would be naive enough to believe them. They knew if Dean met his soulmate they wouldn’t be able to control him.”

Walking up to Dean, you traced his lips with the tip of your blade. “It’s a real shame too. I would’ve hit the jackpot.” Dean just glared at you, his gaze filled with hate. Removing the blade, you backed away. “But I wasn’t so lucky. You see some demons caught wind that you had a soulmate and went on the hunt. Now I’m sure you can guess what happened next.” You paused waiting to see if either of them would speak. To your surprise Sam spoke up.

“They’re the ones that did this to you weren’t they?” His eyes were filled sadness and compassion.

“One point for Sammy. Yes they found me and when they did they tortured me for information. Information I didn’t have because I had no clue who either of you were. Eventually they killed me and drug my soul to Hell. And Dean you of all people know what that’s like.” You smirked at him, having heard the stories of his time in Hell. “So fast forward to know. Plain and simple I’m here for revenge, you Winchester brothers ruined my life.“You turned your back on them, looking over the table in front of you.

“Look, I’m sorry. But how does that make us responsible? I didn’t have anymore say in who my soulmate was then you did.” Dean actually sounded sad.

Grabbing the sharpest knife off the table you spun around and screamed, “Shut up! After all that you’ve done to me, I hope you drop dead!” Both men flinched at your words. “Oh wait I forgot.” You tapped you index finger on your bottom lip. “You are going to die.” Your eyes turned black and you smiled darkly at Dean.

Once again, you stepped in front of Dean. Taking the blade you traced his jaw. “I’ve imagined this so many times. Sometimes I killed you instantly and other times I drew it out, torturing you until your throat was so hoarse you couldn’t scream anymore. Hmmm what do you think Sammy which way should your dear brother go? Fast or slow, I’m leaving the choice up to you.” You looked over at Sam as you began to push the blade harder against Dean’s skin.

Sam’s eyes pleaded with you. “Please don’t do this.” He begged, struggling against his restraints.

“Pick!” You snapped. “I am running out of patience. One way or another your brother will die. I’m giving you the chance to make it easier.” Your lips curved into a small smile.

Tears were in Sam’s eyes as he looked at you. “Fine I chose…” Sam paused and seemed to think about it for a moment. “I chose slow.”

Your brows rose in surprise. So little Sammy had figured out your game. You had expected him to say fast, and was going to do the exact opposite but now his decision had put your plans to a screeching halt. “Did you hear that Dean? If Sam had his way he would sit there and watch me torture you. He wants you to die a slow and painful death. How do you feel about that hmmmm?” You pushed the blade up against his throat as an unspoken threat.

“I think you’re a sick and twisted bitch. And when I come back, which I will, I will find you.” His voice came out as a croak.

“Promises promises. I’ll hold you to that Dean. I’m always up for a repeat, killing you twice will be my pleasure.” You gave him a wink before removing the knife from his neck. “Now that we’re all finally here, I find that I don’t want to end it so soon. I say we have a bit of fun.”

Fear shine in Dean’s eyes as he watch you walk over to Sam. “For a bad guy, you sure do talk a lot.” He replied sarcastically, obviously trying to distracted you.

You simply ignored him as you moved in front of Sam. “You know, you don’t really deserve this Sam. You can thank you brother for this.” As you finished your statement, you plunged your knife into Sam’s thigh. A yell of pain escaped him, and you stepped back and laughed as you ripped the blade out and watched as the blood began to run out of the wound.

“Sammy!” Dean was yelling Sam’s name over and over, his voice pleading.

Repositioning your knife, you plunged the the blade into his other thigh. Screams echoes throughout the room and tears streamed down Sam’s face. “Shhhh don’t cry Sammy.” You whispered as you ripped the blade out of his leg. “Everything’s going to be ok.” You dropped a gentle kiss on his cheek.

Spinning back around, your blade dripped with Sam’s blood. “You see Dean, this is what happens to people associated with you. You destroy lives. Remember this moment, know that it’s your fault that your sweet little brother is sitting in that chair.” Quickly you walked behind Dean’s chair and once again placed the blade against his neck. “Goodbye Dean Winchester, I’ll see you in Hell.” Using your demon strength you swiped you hand to the side cutting deep into Dean’s jugular.

“Dean! No!” Sam cried out as blood sprayed everywhere.

A sigh of relief escaped you as you watched Dean’s head slump forward and his heart stopped beating. Dean Winchester was dead. Your work for now was complete, now all you had to do was find him in Hell. Then the fun could really begin.

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