#mary found out she was pregnant with sam and grabbed dean and hopped in the impala and she ran.

[soupernatural]

mary took dean for his first drive in the impala. he was soooo small but she held him in her lap and let him wrap his little fingers around the wheel and kick at her legs instead of the gas pedal. he laughed and laughed. she thought “hey, maybe i can do this.”

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Snow Storm: Part 3

Pairings: John Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, swearing. smut

Word Count: 2,995

Aesthetics by @ravenangel33 (top) & @sorenmarie87 (bottom)

Part 1 / Part 2

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“So how did you get into hunting anyways?” You asked as you lay on your stomach across the bar watching Dean teach Sam how to play Pac Man after dinner. The boys had been absolutely in love with your old arcade game machines so you had emptied the quarters out of all the machines, threw them in a bucket and let the boys have their fun. John, who was leaning back against the bar in front of you, shrugged his shoulder before looking away from his sons to turn to you.

“My ex-wife was a hunter all her life. She told me about it all when we started dating. Couple years later we got married, had the boys. She stopped hunting as much after we had Dean and quit completely when she was pregnant with Sam. But one night, when Sam was a few months old, she just up and left. Day of our wedding anniversary, I get divorce papers dropped off with her wedding ring inside and the boys and I haven’t seen or heard from her since.” You looked over at him in shock as you propped yourself on your elbows.

“Wait, she just left you with a toddler and a baby on your anniversary?” He nodded as he turned on the stool to look at you, his arms coming to rest on the bar.

“Mary never really wanted kids. She said she loved the boys, sure but I always knew she thought they were a burden. She wanted to be free to roam the country and go on hunts. The white picket fence dream I had when I left the Marines… well that wasn’t what she wanted in the long run. So she did what she had to do. When she left, I couldn’t afford daycare so I lost my job and then my house and the only thing I knew how to do other than fix cars was hunt.” He shrugged his shoulders as he chugged his beer.

“Jesus, John. I am so sorry.” He shook his head as he let out a semi-polite belch. 

“Don’t be. I got my boys. It’s not easy but we get by.” He fiddled with his empty beer bottle for a second spinning it between his fingers before he spoke. “You want to know the hardest part about all this?” He asked as you rolled off the bar to grab him another beer and you hummed as you looked up at him. “Knowing that one day I’m gunna have to somehow explain to my sons that their mother didn’t want them.” The bottle you had in your hands nearly slipped through your fingers as your eyes found John’s and you could see the dam he had been keeping his tears behind breaking.

“Listen to me. You do not have to tell them anything. What you do have to do is give them all of the love and attention you can give them. You’re a good man, John Winchester- show them that. And when they get to the age where they can really understand, tell them the story the same way you told me. By that point, I have faith that you will have your cookie cutter, apple pie life and it won’t matter to them.” He gave you a weak smile as you set the beer in front of him and you rested your hand on his arm. He laid his hand on your wrist, his thumb rubbing across the back of your hand; his eyes searching your reassuring face and you nodded. “Trust me. I have bartender wisdom.” You joked trying to lighten the mood. You smiled when he gave you a slight chuckle and the two of you unwillingly pulled away from each other.

“Do you have to take a class for that?” He asked as you hopped back up on the bar and you laughed as you lay back down on your stomach. You propped your upper body up on your elbows with your arms out in front of you and smiled when his free hand landed on top of your folded ones. 

“They teach it every February 29th at the learning annex in town.” You laughed as he choked on his beer, a couple tears rolling down his cheeks from his laughter and coughs.

“What’s so funny?” Dean called over to you from the game and you smiled sinfully at the man in front of you as you pat his hand.

“Your dad thinks he can beat me in a game of pool.” You said quickly to avoid the real topic. You sat up, dangling your feet off the bar and crossed your legs. “I told him that girls are always better at using a stick…” You paused just long enough to glance over at John to watch him turn bright red before you finished your sentence. “…for pool. Come on, old man. Show me what you got!” Your feet hit the ground at the same time his hand grabbed your arm.

“You play with fire, you’re gunna get burned.” He stated; his voice low and heavy and you turned to look into his dark, lust blown eyes with a smirk.

“I got kerosene out back, but I’m out of matches.” With a seductive look, you let your eyes drag down his body. “Can I borrow your… matchbook?” His growl was low in his throat and you pulled out of his grip with a wink. “I’ll wrack ‘em for ya doll.”

“You did more than just wrack ‘em, sweetheart.” He called out after you, his voice hinting a touch of strain and you looked at him across the table with an innocent pout.

“Whoops?” 

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“Come on, darlin’. I thought you said you were good at this game.” You teased a couple hours later. You stood at the end of the pool table feigning innocence as you lazily ran your fingertips down the pool stick you had purposely resting between your legs. John looked up at you through his lashes and growled, focusing hard on the cue ball in front of him.

“I promise you, sweetheart. You are gunna regret doing that.” You shook your head as you walked around the pool table, looking up to make sure the boys were still distracted by the video game. You reached out and let your fingertips slowly dance up his outstretched arm, instantly raising goosebumps on his skin. As you rounded the corner, you put your chest up against his back while letting your nails scratch his shoulder through his worn button up. You could feel his low groan reverberating through his chest as you leaned toward his ear.

“I think I’ll regret this so much more.” You whispered as you slowly let your tongue slide across his neck just below his ear lobe. With a grunt, he dropped the pool stick on the table and spun away from you.

“Boys, time for bed.” He demanded, his resolve completely lost. You stood with your arm leaning against the pool table casually with a knowing and teasing smile as you spun your pool stick between your fingers.

“Tired, John?” You asked in a sing song voice, mockingly. He pointed at you and shook his head as a devilish smile formed on his face.

“Oh, baby girl. It’s everyone’s bed time.” You felt a chill run up your spine as you felt a tsunami of heat flood your core. He looked at his sons, who were still playing the game and growled. “Dean, I won’t ask again.” The older boy looked back at his dad with a slight jump and abandoned his game. He helped Sam jump down from the bar stool and the pair ran toward the stairs, laughing about God only knows.

“I’ll lock up. I’m sure you remember which bed you’re sleeping in tonight.” Without waiting for a response, you turned on your heel and walked away toward the front door. You heard him laugh; a deep, throaty ‘oh’ as he chased after the boys and you smiled victoriously as you turned the deadbolts to lock up. Grabbing the bucket of quarters, just in case you dropped it behind the bar as you quickly threw out empty beer bottles from the bar and put the dirty dishes in the plastic tub for the next day. 

‘Shit, am I really about to do this?’ You asked yourself as you flipped off all of the lights. You were never the type of girl to just sleep around with people. You knew all about John’s reputation since Mary left but for some reason; you didn’t care. As you walked up the stairs, all you could think about in that moment in answer to your nonverbalized question was how badly you wanted his rough hands on you. As your hand grabbed the door handle of your bedroom, he snuck up behind you.

“I told you that you would get burned.” John growled as his hands spun you around by your hips.

“I was hoping for it.” You grabbed the back of his head and pulled him toward you demandingly. As your lips collided, he effortlessly grabbed the back of your thighs and hoisted you up. With one hand holding you up, he ripped the door open, sending it flying and you caught it just in time before it collided with the wall and pushed it closed behind you.

“God, you’re such a little tease.” He growled as you kissed your way down his jaw. Finding his earlobe with your teeth, you bit gently and drew out a gravelly moan.

“That was the point.” You whispered as he tossed you on the bed crawling on top of you with a devilish leer.

“You know… two can play at that game.” He reminded you as he suddenly shifted pace. His lips began slowly kissing your skin working at a glaciers pace down your jaw as he grabbed your wrists from around his neck and pinned them to the bed above your head. “It’s only fair.” He tormented as he worked his way toward your throat. “You have been teasing all damn day.”

“John…” You breathed as you pulled against his hands and rolled your hips to his. He chuckled against your throat as his hips fell heavy against yours.

“Oh no, sweetheart, we have all night.” He rolled his hips against yours and captured the responding moan with his lips. He held both of your wrists in one of his hands as the other traced its way down your side, pausing momentarily at the hem of your shirt, rolling it between his calloused fingers. “Tell me you want me to stop, now (Y/N).” He grumbled, his eyes finding yours in the moon drenched room. You shook your head as your eyes danced between his.

“I would be lying if I did.” With a slight nod, you watched his teasing demeanor waive as he let go of your wrists to nearly rip the green cotton material off of you with both hands.

“Good, because it would have killed me to have to.” His lips found yours once more as you grabbed the back of button down he had on and pulled it and the shirt under it over his head, wanting to feel his skin under your fingertips.

“John… I need you.” You moaned as he tossed his shirts across the room and he growled as your nails dragged across the muscles on his back. With a guttural groan and a sharp snap of his hips, his lips found your collar bone as his deft fingers made quick work of your bra. As the lace fabric hit the ground he moved with demanding kisses across your chest; stubble scratching roughly against your skin sending a current of heat and sparks throughout your body, making you wet with anticipation.

You gasped as his mouth devoured your nipple; his tongue dancing across the peak as you arched into him. You tangled your fingers in his soft brown hair, wanting to hold him closer to you and with a slight tug, he moaned around your breast.

“Oh fuck!” Within seconds, his mouth was replaced with his hand as he darted to the other side. You whined as you took one hand out of his hair and reached between your bodies.

“John, I can’t… I need you.” As your hand squeezed around his cock, his hips jolted into you as a groan reverberated from your breast down to your dripping cunt.

“I want to…” He started to say as his fingers rolled your nipples and you groaned and interrupted.

“You had 2 hours of foreplay over pool. Just fuck me already.” In a flurry of limbs he ripped the yoga pants you had on up the seam and groaned when he met a naked pussy underneath.

“Smart girl.” He commented as you undid his jeans with a knowing smile before shoving his jeans off his hips.

“Less laundry.” Without warning, you gripped his hips with your knees and threw him onto his back. As you wrapped your hand around him, desperate to feel him fill you, you dragged him between your slick folds, pausing at your entrance for only a moment. “Tell me you want me to stop.” You said, your voice breathy as you waited. You watched his face, hoping and praying that he wouldn’t and you smiled down at him as his face lit up in a wicked grin.

“I told you, you would get burned.” He growled as he thrust into you, both of you covering the others mouth as grunts and gasps poured from your lips.

“John, fuck!” You gasped as you sat back on his hips, wiggling your hips back and forth slightly to adjust to his filling length. Your head fell back with a low moan as the unexpected size of him ruined you sweetly.

“You good, sweetheart?” He asked as his fingers gripped your waist and you nodded with a smile as you looked down at him.

“Oh baby, we are better than good.” With a jolt of his hips you found yourself on your back once more and he looked down at you.

“Hang on, baby girl.” He said as he started rolling his hips, each thrust coming a little faster and a little harder. “Because I have wanted to feel this tight pussy wrapped around my cock since you were sitting between my legs on that sled.” Your responding shout was lost in a kiss as John picked up a bruising pace and you gripped his shoulders with your nails to hold on.

“God I fucking love your cock.” You gasped in his ear as you reached up and tangled your hands in his hair, giving a sharp pull to draw out a low growl from his chest. He sat back and draped your fabric clad legs over his arms, pounding even deeper into you.

“Damn, you’re so fucking tight sweetheart.” You watched him squeeze his eyes closed as your walls clenched around him with your orgasm near. “I don’t…”

“Me neither.” You reached down and found your clit and with a few strokes you launched yourself into your orgasm. “Oh, fuck John, John, John….” You saw white and you felt his nails dig into your thighs as his hips stuttered while your cunt gripped around him with blinding force.

“I can’t…” he said through grit teeth, his arms shaking in an attempt to stave his release. You gripped his wrist and nodded.

“Cum, baby, cum.” You panted. With a few harsh, panicked thrusts, he came; spilling inside of you with a grunt and your body quaked as the aftershocks of your orgasm ripped through you, milking him dry. He dropped your shaking legs and leaned forward to lay on you, propping himself up slightly on his arms.

“Well, that wasn’t how I wanted it to go.” He huffed with a slight chuckle as you rested your forehead against his chin and you laughed.

“We can do it right tomorrow then, how about that?” He tilted his chin with a smile and kissed your forehead as you wrapped your arms around him. The two of you laid there for a minute, catching your breath as you ran your fingers over his back before he chuckled.

“Sorry about your pants.” He joked and you shook your head.

“They weren’t my favorite ones so you’re good.” He sat up and looked down at you with a smile as he brushed a few sweaty strands of hair out of your face.

“There’s something about you, (Y/N). I don’t know what it is but I like you.” You smiled up and moved your hands up to cup his face as you wrapped your legs around him.

“Well I sure hope so; you’re still inside me.” He rolled his eyes and tried to pull away and you hugged him tighter. “No, stay; I like you, too.” He chuckled once again and you tilted your head toward him. 

“You’re trouble.” He whispered as he rested his forehead against yours; knowing that both of you already knew that but neither of you knew what it actually meant.

“I know but we will figure it out.” With a nod his lips found yours gently. You pulled away and looked up at him with a smile. “You’re sleeping with me tonight?” It came out as a question but you both knew it was a statement. He nodded as he sat up and pulled out of you. You pulled off your sweat and cum soaked, ruined yoga pants and used them to clean up as John pulled up just his boxers and tossed you his shirt. As you climbed under the blankets, John got in behind you and pulled your back against his chest with a sigh.

“Sweet dreams, baby.” He whispered as he kissed your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you. You smiled and kissed his arm.

“Sweet dreams.”

Part 4

[crusadedean]

I’ll Be Home For Christmas | Dean x Reader

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,372 Words

Warnings: Daddy!Dean, fluff, maybe a little angst?, mention of pregnancy, bad language 

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A/N: This piece is for Kari and Ida’s 12 days of Christmas challenge by  @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @thing-you-do-with-that-thing the prompt is Wishing Upon A Star.

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You were on the balcony by the room of the crappy motel you were currently staying in. You looked into the dark night sky as tiny snowflakes speckled down slowly. It was your favorite time of the year again, but you didn't really have anyone to spend it with. You never really did in the first place, but it never failed to be your favorite holiday. As you were looking into the sky you noticed a shooting star pass by. You were quick to close your eyes.

"I wish me, Sam, and Dean could have a normal happy Christmas for once." You silently wished.

"I think I could make that happen." A familiar voice said from behind you before you could react your world turned black.

You woke up in a haze, not really remembering anything that happened the night before. You sat up on the bed you were currently in. An arm wrapped itself around your waist pulling you back down into a laying down position. You looked over glad to see your husband, Dean.

"Get some sleep the kids are going to be in soon." He whispered, "You know how excited they get with Christmas."

You cuddled into him agreeing, before trying to sleep, but the gods were against you. The door to your bedroom creaked open. You pretended to be asleep hoping the small children would leave you alone if they thought you were asleep. There was tiny padding against the wood floor that came to a slight halt, which meant at least one of the kids made it over to the bed. You felt movement on the bed, but you were still holding out in hoping they'd leave you alone. 

A tiny hand came up to your face opening one of your eyelids, "Mommy, can we open presents now?"

You pulled the hand away from your eyelid gently before opening both eyes on your own and grunted, "Baby it's too early. How about you and your sister sleep with me and Daddy, then we can wake up open presents and have breakfast."

Your son gave you his best puppy dog eyes, "Pleeeease."

Before you could answer him there was a knock on the door.

"Alright," You groaned, "Sweety, why don't you and Ava go downstairs while I wake daddy up. Do not answer the door."

"Okay, mommy." He smiled over at you before hopping off the bed and walking over to your daughter, Ava grabbing her hand as they skipped out of the room.

Dean was still asleep during this you felt bad for waking him up early. He had been picking up extra shifts at the garage to afford gifts for your kids. You had offered to take more shifts too, but he wouldn't let you. You loved him to death, but you were scared sometimes he overworked himself.

"Dean," you lightly shook him, "It's time to get up. The kids want to open presents and I think your brother is here."

He groaned turning away from you, you giggled reaching over and giving a small kiss on the cheek. 

"C'mon babe Mason and Ava are eager to open their presents."

He moaned once again before getting up and putting on a pair of pants. He leaned over giving you a quick, but sweet kiss on the lips.

"Good morning, beautiful." He smiled before walking out of the bedroom. You figured to answer the door for his brother, deciding to get out of bed and follow him out.

When you reached the bottom of the stairs all the Winchesters were there. Greeting your husband with hugs, you smiled at the view. He got so happy when they were all in one place. Once they were all done saying there hellos to both you and Dean you all went into the living room where your kids were silently waiting in front of the tree.

"Ava, Mason say hi to everyone."

The kids turned their eyes away from the Christmas presents and looked at their family.  Mason was the first to get up, he bolted straight for his grandpa. He was John's little partner in crime. Ava though was always a little shy. She slowly walked over to you hiding behind your leg. You looked down and picked her up, taking her over to her favorite family member, Jess. Jess was currently holding her and Sam's newborn little girl. Noticing you walking towards her with Ava put a smile on her face. They talked to each other for a few before you helped Ava welcome the rest of the family.

"Presents, presents," Mason yelled as he ran back to the Christmas tree. You all chuckled at his excitement, setting down Ava she bolted straight after Mason. Everyone sat down exchanging presents before opening them.

The living room was a mess, full of wrapping paper and toys scattered throughout it. After opening presents you and Mary made breakfast for everyone as the kids-and some adults-played with their new toys. The rest of the day was filled with conversations about your new niece and watching the kids enjoy Christmas.

Now everyone was gone leaving the small house completely silent. You stood looking at your kids who had both crashed out on the couch, you never knew how the had so much energy to go all day, they always refuse naps. You were about to start picking up the mess everyone had created when you felt a pair of arms slip around your waist, knowing it was Dean.

He kissed you on the cheek before saying, "Why don't you go get ready for bed. I can take care of this mess and the kids. You've been going all day."

"I can help, Dean. You've done a lot today too."

"I'm fine, sweetheart. Now get upstairs before I carry you up to that room myself," He smirked over at you before walking away over to Mason and picking him up. You watched with joy in your eyes, he was perfect. This was too perfect, all of the sudden all of this seemed too much like it was too good to be real. Your mind started to feel hazy again and your vision was blurry. Suddenly your head started pounding, you reached up grabbing it trying to find a way to ease the pain. Then in an instant, it was all gone, you looked back up and it was clear. There you were still on the balcony of the cheap hotel, none of it was real. You turned around quick remembering you heard a voice before all of this happened.

"Merry Christmas," It was Gabriel, The Trickster, one of the biggest dicks among all archangels, well that may have been exaggerating it a little but still.

"What the hell was that?" You questioned with a yell.

"A present, in return I expect you to put your dogs on a leash."

"What are you talking about," you glared at him.

"That boyfriend of yours and sad eyes, lead them away from me. Tell them you found a better case or that you think there's nothing here. I don't care what you do just get them to stop looking for me."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because I gave you a gift." He said matter-of-factly.

"What kind of gift was that if it was taken all away?"

"Well, I mean you and Dean could have it. You're just both too stubborn to give up hunting."

"Is that so? You going to bring John, Mary, and Jess back to life too if we give up hunting."

"Now that I cannot do, but the marriage, kids, you could have it all. In fact, you've already started on one of those." He hinted.

"What?"

"You're pregnant, so you might want to start thinking about giving up this whole hunting thing. Does that count as a present now? If so mind telling your boys it's time to hit the road?"

"I'll do it, just get out of here. Go terrorize some other town. When there's nothing happening, we'll leave."

With that, the asshat of an archangel was out of your sight as you stood there stunned wondering how the hell you were going to tell Dean what just happened.

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[fictionalabyss]

Hunting.

Pairing : Dean x missing!reader, Sam, Mary, John

Word count : 761

Warning : Angst. Au - Boys weren’t raised hunters.

Final part to 3am.

“It’s absurd to think Mr Winchester would kill his wife.” Sam stood in the courtroom in his best suit. “Look at him.” He gestured widely, turning to Dean. “He’s barely holding it together, they were trying for a child, for all he knew, she was pregnant when she disappeared.”

Dean choked back a sob, having not even considered that, and it hurt. The idea of losing not just his wife, but an unborn child killed him.

“Look at him.” Sam said again. He hadn’t told Dean everything he would say to the jury because he wanted a few reactions to be genuine, like this one. “She was his life. Sure, he got into trouble as a teen, but she made him a better man. He’d still get drunk, get a little rowdy, but he was harmless. He’s a family man, working on his family only to have it ripped away from him. He will never hold her as she sleeps, he will never sing to the child they could have had, like his mother did to him.” Sam heard their mother sniffle in the stands, and their father’s faint whispers trying to calm her, though his own voice shook.

“Can you really live with letting a kidnapper, and possible murderer get away free, without justice, while this man,” He gestured to Dean again. “this loving husband, has spent the last six months mourning his missing wife, without a word of update, from a prison cell? There is no evidence to prove he did it, because he didn’t. He’s innocent.”

Dean tuned out most of the trial, he couldn’t take hearing how they thought he killed his wife. He answered questions when asked, and let his brother do the rest. And then came the verdict that shattered his world.

“We find the defendant, Dean Winchester, Guilty.”

Mary cried out, but Dean sat there numb. He couldn’t believe it. With no body, no evidence, they still found him guilty of something he didn’t do. “Dean.” He squeezed his eyes shut, tears running freely down his face. “Dean!”

He opened his eyes and saw the hazel  from his brothers looking back at him. “Sammy-”

“It’s not over, Dean.” Sam shook his head. “I’ll fight this with everything I’ve got, everything I know. I swear, Dean. I won’t leave you in there, and we won’t stop looking for her.”

Dean nodded, he hadn’t heard  his sentence, and he didn’t care. It couldn’t be worse than how he was already living, a shell of a man without you around.

Getting up as the bailiff stood in front of him, he took one final glance at his mother who cried against her husbands chest. Then he walked out, not knowing when he’d see her again.

“Winchester!”

Dean looked up from the bed of his cell. “Yeah?”

“Come on, let’s go.”

Dean furrowed his brow. “Go where?”

Walking in, the guard grabbed him and shoved him out. “Just get moving.”

An hour later, he was walking out the door, and there stood his father by his pickup truck. “Dad?”

John smiled. “Hey, son.”

“What-” He was confused. “I mean, I was good, but-”

“Model prisoner.” John smiled, and pulled him into a hug. “Your brother’s been working his ass off. They didn’t tell you?” Dean shook his head. “Well, in that case, Happy birthday, Dean.”

“Thanks dad.” Dean chuckled. John motioned to the truck after letting his son go, and Dean moved around to hop in. “Where’s mom?”

“Busy. Sammy’s finishing up you being out, so I came to get you.” John hopped into the driver seat and both doors shut. “Also was tasked with giving you this.”

“What is it?” Dean asked as John tossed some folders into his lap. His face paled when he saw your name. Opening it, it was the case file. “Dad-”

“Your mother and I haven’t been sitting on our asses for the last 5 years, Dean.” John pulled away from the prison, and was quiet until he was past the gates. “We’ve been hunting.”

“Hunting what?” Dean looked up, confused, then back at not just your file, but the other files with it. “Who are these people?”

“Hunting what took your wife. All those people went missing the same way.” He looked at his son. “We told you we’d find her, Dean. Even if it kills us, we’ll hunt the son of a bitch that took her down.” He reached under his seat, and handed his son a gun. “Thank god your brother is a lawyer, we’re going to need one.”

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