#mr. ketch fanfiction

[faith-in-dean]

Kendricks: A Hell on Earth - Three

Summary: Due to a given promise of your parents, you were sold off to be a student at Kendricks University. Nothing seemed right, all the people were stuck up. Your professor was an asshole. An asshole that would wrap you around his finger and make your life hell.

Words: 1058

Pairing: Eventual Professor!Arthur Ketch x Reader

General Warnings: Angst, Violence, Murder, Character Death, Smut, eventual Dub-Con, Unprotected Sex, Cheating, Manipulation, Abusive Relationship 

A/N: I am dying to hear your feedback. Extra warnings for this chapter in the tags. Please check them before reading.

Masterpost

“I'm sorry,” Mikayla whispered when you had joined her on your seat, looking pale.

“Not your fault… but he's so going to kill me,” you muttered, trying your best to make your situation better in paying attention and not complaining for once.

Your stomach was hurting as you waited with anxiety. No idea why you had suddenly felt this bad. Usually, you never were the type to get so anxious about something like this. Well, maybe you were this anxious because you were around serial killers.

Mr. Ketch kept addressing you directly, making a bad example out of you every so often, making you feel even more uncomfortable. He was there to get you. And you were so done.

Once the lesson was over, Mikayla had wished you good luck as you headed to Mr. Ketch, ready to follow him into his office, swallowing thickly.

“Miss Y/L/N, just what am I supposed to do with you? You do not pay attention to my classes, you speak bad about this school and me and disrespect our rules,” he said, locking the door without you noticing.

“I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to,” you muttered, barely able to face your professor.

“We both know that's not true. Well, now we have two options,” a dark grin had spread across his face, “either I hand you over to Dr. Hess and she will decide over your date which will be your death.”

“No… please no, whatever the second option is, I'll do it,” you nearly begged. As much all of this sucks, you actually didn't want to die.

“That pleases me, Miss Y/L/N. Take off your clothes,” Mr. Ketch ordered, loosening up his tie.

“W-what?” only stuttering out these words, you seemed to be able to answer.

“You've heard me. Unless you want me to tell Dr. Hess,” Ketch quirked a brow and headed towards the door.

“No... please don't,” with a quiet sigh you began to undress. You so shouldn't do this. What was he even trying to do?”

“Good girl. Now lean over that desk and spread your legs for me, hands behind your back,” his voice had deepened about a hundred times and when you would look at him, Ketch’s eyes were darkened.

You shouldn't be doing this.

But you did it nonetheless. The wood was cold against your chest and you just couldn't find a comfortable position.

“Should you be doing this?” Your voice was quiet as you got into the position he wanted, feeling him tie your wrists together.

“No one would believe a nobody like you, no one will find out. So I can do as I want to,” Ketch said before his hand landed on your ass with a hard slap, making you yelp.

“You better be quiet or your punishment will be worse,” Ketch had yanked your head back by your hair, speaking right into your ear.

“From now on, you'll do as I please, you'll listen to me and you will do anything I want, whenever I want it. If you don't, I'll hand you out to Dr. Hess,” you felt his finger press into your pussy without a warning, making you squeeze around him out of reflex.

You shouldn't be doing this.

“Not that you'll make any relationships here either way but you are not allowed to get with anyone. You and your whole body belong to me,” he had pressed his fingers deeper into you, beginning to work you open.

“This shouldn't be happening,” you whispered but felt your core becoming hotter.

He was attractive, there was no lie about it. But he was an asshole. An asshole that was now blackmailing you to his finest.

“I don't hear you telling me to stop,” Ketch muttered and you could hear his zipper opening up while his fingers still pressed into you.

He was right, you didn't tell him to stop. And you wouldn't.

He withdrew his fingers only for him to push in his cock, making you gasp.

“We shouldn't do this,” you managed to say as he filled you up.

“Shut up,” Ketch hissed, one of his hands holding onto your tied up wrists as his other hand spanked you once again before he began to thrust into you at a fast and hard pace.

You tried your best to not moan, making it seem like you didn't enjoy this whole situation when in fact, you had enjoyed it a lot.

“Pretending you don't… like this, huh? I feel your pussy drenching my cock,” Ketch managed to say between grunts. He had changed his angle, managing to push in deeper and finally drawing a moan from you.

You wanted to grip onto the table for support, needing something to balance the feeling of being penetrated.

Ketch had spanked you over and over, groaning as he began to pound into you. You couldn't hold back any moan anymore and you were sure that you couldn't hold back your orgasm any longer.

“I'm gonna cum,” you whined, pressing into him a bit more.

“Don't. Not unless I tell you to,” Ketch ordered and you just weren't exactly sure if you could handle it.

He had found your G-Spot, hitting it with each thrust, making it harder and harder to hold back your orgasm. Until you couldn't hold back anymore and squeezed him tight as you came with a loud moan.

“I've told you not to cum,” Arthur hissed and pulled you up by your hair, hand wrapping around your throat, “I'll have to teach you discipline.”

His lips grazed your ear, lightly biting it. Ketch kept you in position like this, pounding into you until he hit his own release, coming with a loud groan as he pressed you back onto the table, filling you up deeply.

As soon as he had been fully spent, he pulled out of you and left you for yourself.

“Good luck freeing yourself. I'll see you for the first fight training on time tomorrow. Or come late and face your punishment,” Arthur said, adjusting himself before he left you tied up and naked in his office.

You were screwed and that not only because your professor has found his way to blackmail you for sex but also because you found it surprisingly hot. And that was wrong in every way.

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[french-vanilla-in-the-clouds]

𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

Arthur Ketch x Reader

Summary: Set during 13.17, The Thing (Ketch & Dean cross the rift)

Arthur Ketch plans to accompany Dean on his mission to save Jack and Mary. Though he doesn’t expect anyone to take a personal interest in his well-being, he’s in for a surprise when a friend of the Winchesters, Y/N, shows him genuine concern and dare he say... care?

Ketch. Deserves. Love. 

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It was decided. Dean Winchester and Arthur Ketch would cross the rift to save Jack and Mary. Sam and Y/N on the other hand would stay behind in case of any curveballs.

“I’ve got Cas and Row on speed dial if anything goes sideways, alright? Just don’t do anything too crazy, or else I’ll totally kill you when you get back,” Y/N said, hugging Dean tightly.

They parted and he clicked his tongue with a smile. “Sure thing kid. Keep the pie warm in the oven for me, yeah?”

“You know it.”

With a final wave, Dean stepped aside to say his goodbyes to Sam.

As the Winchesters embraced, Y/N noticed Ketch standing in the corner of the room. His stance was rigid and it was clear he felt like an outsider to the bunker’s warmth and friendship. As Y/N watched, Ketch caught her eye and nodded in her direction. With a flinch, she turned away and cleared her throat.

Though she would never admit it, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a spark whenever Ketch was in the room. Yes, he had questionable morals, but there was an undeniable charm to him as well. Beneath his coarse exterior, Y/N recognized a goodness that Sam and Dean refused to acknowledge.

At the end of the day, Ketch was only human. A man haunted by his past, seeking redemption. She of all people could understand that.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N approached him. When he saw her coming, he straightened defensively and turned up his chin.

“Miss L/N,” he said politely, nodding at her once more.

“Hey Ketch. I just wanted to say-”

He held out a hand and sighed. “Please, let me spare you the preambles.” Ketch cleared his throat and adjusted his collar nonchalantly. “I am to bring your beloved Winchester home in one piece lest I wish you to hunt me to the ends of the earth and slaughter me through the most graphic means possible. Is that right?”

Y/N blinked. “Actually, I was going to give you this.” Reaching into her duffle-bag, she grabbed a canteen and handed it to Ketch. “I thought you might need it. Wouldn’t want you getting dehydrated out there...” she trailed off, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly.

He looked down at the offering and frowned in quiet surprise. “Ah yes, of course. Forgive me, you American hunters have always been a colourful bunch.”

“Arthur?”

He turned up at the use of his first name. No one ever bothered using it. He was only ever Ketch- a weapon, never an individual.

“Yes Y/N?”

“I know we haven’t always been on the same page.” She stared at the zipper of his vest as she spoke, afraid she’d lose her cool completely if she met his gaze.

“Come on now, I’m no basilisk.” Y/N looked up and saw a slight smile tugging at Ketch’s lips. “You can look at me.”

“Right,” she said, her cheeks warming. “I just wanted to say, be careful. Watch out for yourself and make it home in one piece.” Her words came out in a rush and she winced at her incoherency.

“The bunker isn’t my home,” Ketch sniffed. “This is only just a chapter house where I happen to be freelancing. The brothers Winchester can attest to that.” He was perplexed by Y/N’s apparent concern and couldn’t understand her kindness. Surely it was a trick of some sort... she couldn’t possibly care for him, could she?

Y/N smiled sympathetically and placed a hand on his chest. “It could be. A home, that is.”

Ketch stiffened at her touch, but made no move to pull away. “Thank you for your consideration, Miss L/N,” he said uncertainly.

Y/N looked up at him and smiled. Lifting her hand to his cheek, she whispered “stay safe out there,” before walking away.

For a moment Ketch stood still, caught in a trance. It wasn’t until Dean yelled to him from across the room that he was struck back to reality. “Hey Ketch, what are you waiting for? I’m not about to hold your hand the whole way, so get moving!”

The former British Man of Letters quickly composed himself and waltzed towards the ill-tempered Winchester. “The whole way? Why Dean, are you suggesting we walk into the new world arm in arm? How very chivalrous of you.”

“Shut up. Sam, tell him to shut up.” With a final look of annoyance, Dean crossed the rift.

Ketch rolled his eyes before looking over his shoulder one last time. He saw Y/N send him a small wave and a subtle wink before turning away to talk to Sam. Ketch touched his cheek and smiled. He could still feel the ghost of Y/N’s touch upon his skin. With a renewed sense of purpose, Ketch stepped into the rift. For once in his life, he had something meaningful to come home to.

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Might I suggest Something Borrowed?

I know... he’s an iffy character and has caused the Winchesters grief... but like, he’s also so cool??? I mean, he has a motorcycle!!! Brownie points for you Ketch!!!

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[butiaintgonnaloveem]

Like an Open Book

Pairing: Arthur Ketch x Reader

Word Count: 1330

Warnings: Smutty times and I am not at all sorry. Also not terribly graphic, so it’s cool.

A/N: So, yeah, @wi-deangirl77 and I were having a lovely conversation about Ketch that absolutely devolved into blatant objectification and sexual scenarios. It happens, but then it needed more, so I wrote it and quickly posted it. Enjoy.

You knew this was coming. You’d seen the signs building up for weeks.

“Damn!”

You hear him curse, the hotel suite not providing much privacy. You draw in a deep breath of your own, centering yourself before the storm you know is on its way.

“What’s going on?” 

“Those damned Winchesters.”

“Always,” you mutter, “Why do you let them get to you?”

He squeezes his fist, holding it up as he rubs his knuckles along his lips - one of his tells, “You give them an inch, and they take a mile.”

You tilt your head as you look him over. His perfect posture even more stiff than usual, eyes narrowed in a glare, fingers relentlessly straightening his tie as they always are when he’s anxious. God, the ‘Old Men’ as he and Mick liked to call them would be disappointed that he’d gotten so sloppy.

“You need to relax,” you say, walking over to him and gripping his shoulders in your palms.

He scoffs at your statement of the obvious.

“No, dear,” you lean in to whisper in his ear, “You need to relax,” you emphasize.

He reaches a hand up to catch yours as you massage at this tight muscles, “Is that so?”

“Mhhmm,” you hum, “I believe you’re quite overdue.”

He draws in a deep breath, his chest heaving, “Well then, let’s get on with it.”

Your lips curl. You walk around his side and grip at his tie, pulling him up out of his seat and along as you walk backward to the bed, “Yes. Let’s.”

He keeps his eyes on yours while he undresses, taking the time to fold his jacket and slacks and lay them out. You pick up his tie after he unknots it, sliding the silk between your fingers as you watch him strip layer by later.

“Stop.” You order once he reaches his boxers, “That’s enough.” Then you nod your chin toward the bed, waiting for him to climb in. A slow, lingering look and the slightest shift of his eyebrow is all you get in response, his chin still raised in the usual defiance. You step forward, pushing into his space.

“Come on now, Arthur, don’t make us both wait.” You pinch his chin, your lips close enough to touch, but still held back just enough to make him sway toward you. “It’ll be so good.” You hold his stare, promising everything with your eyes. He finally drops his shoulders, trying to leave some of the tension behind as he climbs into the bed and lies down on his back.

The thing is, he can get out of the knots by the time you make sure they're tight enough.

He knows it, you know it. It’s a game you love to both win and lose.

“Well?” he challenges, arms flexing in the bonds, breath controlled and even. Still far too tense.

“Relax Mr. Ketch, I will take very good care of you.”

His body is laid out, and you look him over like a damn buffet trying to decide where to start. Making sure he’s watching you, you start to strip down, stopping short of removing your own undergarments, then kneel onto the bed. Leaning over him, you trace over his fingers, then down his palms, grinning when he closes his fist to hold your hand for a few seconds. Another tell, a signal really, only you’re privy to.

He lets go, and you move your hands down his arms, squeezing and massaging the tension out along the way and paying close attention as his breathing relaxes, each inhale dragging out a little longer, eyes closing a little longer with each blink.

“That’s it,” you whisper, lips hovering just at the hinge of his jaw. You bring your hands down to hold yourself above him, swinging your leg over to straddle him, and now using your lips to make your way lower, tasting him as you go, doubling your efforts when you hit a spot that makes his breath hitch, loving that he gives you the opportunity to see him this way. You feel him flex beneath you, lifting his hips as you pull yours away.

“If you want more you need to use your words, darling.” You demand, voice steady. He inhales deeply, unable to stop the flush from rising in his cheeks, but stubbornly staring you down. You crawl backward, fingers trailing down his torso until you reach the last of his clothing, “It’s more fun when you beg.”

“I’m not a dog,” he argues, his arms twitching above him.

“Of course not, just tell me what you want.”

“You. Always.”

Damn. While it happens more often now that he’s a free agent, it’s still a rush to see him with such an open and earnest look about him. No scrutinizing glares or sharp edges.

“My god, you’re a sap.” 

You lean in to kiss him, using one hand to support yourself and the other to tug at the last barriers of clothing - twisting and pulling, even using your feet to yank them out of the way before lining yourself up with him and sinking down. You each cry out, interrupting the kiss when noises of satisfaction escape at the feeling of him inside you.

You grin against his lips before lifting up and moving back down, constantly changing your tempo, building him up until his head is shoved back into the pillow, mouth gaping at the ceiling, then back down again until he practically snarls at you; his chin quivering and giving away that he's nearly lost his patience and his tolerance for being "helpless.” You stop completely, eyebrow lifted as you stare him down, reminding him that he needs this - wants this. You wait, both of you with panting breaths before he shifts his shoulders and relaxes. 

And then you lift yourself, slowly moving up and down his shaft again, dragging it out for you as much as him.

"Good boy, Arthur," you sass, just to watch his jaw clench at your cheekiness.

His speed never fails to catch you off-guard. His arms wrap around you as his body twists to flip your positions.

“I am not a dog.”

“But you are my good boy,” you scratch your fingers over his scalp.

Lips twitch in a quick snarl before twisting into a wicked smile. “Hmm, you’re going to push too far one day.”

“I hope so,” you nip at him then slide your tongue across his plump lower lip. He moves to support himself above you while you spread your legs wide and shift to settle his hips between your thighs. “I’m supposed to be helping you relax, though.”

“Trust me, my dear, my mind is clear of anything but you.” He holds eye contact with you as he leans down over your chest and tugs your nipple between his teeth, making your back arch with the pull.

“Yes,” you hiss.

From there, he takes you apart, kissing and sucking his way across your skin, his fingers tease between your legs while you try to pull him in with legs hooked around him. Finally, he relents, pushing back into you - slowly, then quickly - his rhythm steady as he drives you both toward the finish. His grunts become shorter and choppy as they always do when he’s close, and you squeeze your legs tighter around him and hold tightly to his shoulders. 

“Yes, baby, come on,” you urge, like always.

But then he pulls away. He slows down again and you catch your breath. 

“You think I’m done?” He keeps a gentle pace, enough to keep the edge right there. You're nearly at the point that you can't take anymore, and that's when he holds you down by your forearms. Rubs his light stubble against your cheek and neck, and growls a whisper into your ear. "Not yet love. I'm not done with you yet."

So, maybe you don’t know all his tells.

[luciisthebest]

Fire Burns Masterlist

Summary: Ketch and the reader meet in a hunt gone wrong. Even though she hates the man with all her heart, she can’t help but be attracted to him. Can Ketch overcome his shortcomings to win the reader over or is the pair doomed?

Pairing: Arthur Ketch x Reader

• Playing With Fire: Part 1

• Scorching Fire: Part 2

[toxic-cotton-candy]

Not to be trusted (Part 1)

Paring:  Arthur Ketch (Mr Ketch) x reader

Warnings:  Cussing. Smut. Unprotected Sex. Fingering. Minor Vampire Violence.

A/N: Soo... This is the first smut that i have written and the first I’ve had the ball to post so please let me know if it is any good. I’d love to hear some feedback but other than that enjoy.

Word Count: 3, 360

You had been a hunter for as long as you could remember being born and raised in the life; both your parents had been great hunters and were always working alongside John Winchester right up until the end. They died on a hunt when they were killed by a Djinn while working with John. He never talked to you about what had happened on that hunt but he did take you in and treated you as if you where his own child. That was how you had become so close to the Winchesters (they were like your big, over protective, brothers).  You were always working with the Winchester’s on the road day after day; it was amazing when the boys found the Bunker as you finally, for the first time that you could remember, had some where to call home.

  When Mary Winchester was brought back from the dead you had no idea you were going to be gaining a best friend but you were so happy to have another woman around. It was pretty amazing when you considered that you spent most your time with a bunch of guys travelling around kicking ass and taking names. When Mary joined the British Men of Letters she set to work trying to convince you to join too; she kept saying that they were going to do great things in the future. After days of Mary trying to get you to join you gave in and decided to give it a shot which was why you stood in the middle of a meeting as Mary and a guy called Mick discussed their next mission and their current progress.  

 You knew how the boys felt about the Brits which made you feel all the more guilty for standing here with them; neither of them knew you were here and if they knew they certainly wouldn’t be happy about it. The only reason you were actually here, in all honesty, was make sure Mary was safe and that the Brits weren’t just using her. You looked down at your hands inspecting the varying scars and scratches that littered you hands finding the current topic, that Mary and Mick were discussing, quite boring.

 “I do find Mick’s constant talking rather draining” a voice, with an annoying yet charming English accent, said beside you causing you to jump slightly in surprise. You had never even heard him enter the room the fact that is caught you by surprise made a smirk appear on his smug face.

 “Y/N Why are you afraid of me?” he asked still smirking as he looked down at you with, surprisingly, laughter in his eyes which sent a jolt of anger through you; how dare he find scaring you funny. But that wasn’t something you had seen in him before as most of the time he was a stone faced bastard showing little or no emotion.

 “Don’t be an idiot; you don’t scare me one bit” you lied with a frown as you looked away not wanting to look at his pretty face in case you accidentally punched it. He was partly right though; he did make you nervous, you didn’t trust him one bit and you were yet to find a reason to trust him. “Oh what a pity…” he said with a grin that sent a shiver down your spine as he took a step closer leaning in, his lips brushed against your ear and his warm breath tickling your neck. “…We could have had such fun” he whispered with a quiet chuckle as he pulled back with a look in his eyes that you couldn’t describe; could it be lust in those dark eyes of his?

 “You’re sick; you know that” you said as the heat rose to your cheeks. It was hard to hide your embarrassment as you turned around walked as fast as you could out of the room his laughter following you till the door slammed shut behind you. You marched all the way to the front door stepping out into the cold night air with a sigh of relief as the cold air hit your face as you continued to walk down the long drive way. You couldn’t help but think of the first time you had met Ketch; honestly you thought he was incredibly handsome in his tailored blue suit with his beautiful features and the way he ‘acted’ like a gentleman. That had changed when he spoke in his typical heartless tone about the ‘messes’ he had to clean up for the Winchesters and the sadistic grin that had appeared on his face.

 You were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of an engine roaring up the drive way; turning you could see the single head light of a motorbike approaching you. The sleek black motorbike slowed down coming to a stop beside you. When the rider pulled off his helmet you let out a small gasp of surprise as Ketch smirked back at you as he rested his helmet on his leg.

 “I found a hunt if you want to join me” he said holding out a hand; you stood there staring at his out stretched hand dumbfound. “Look I know you don’t trust me but this is a great chance to actually get to know me rather than just staring at me from the corner of the room.  Don’t think I haven’t noticed”.

 “Fine” you muttered avoiding his hand as you hopped on to the bike as he handed you a spare helmet; you pulled on the helmet before reluctantly wrapped you arms around him.

 “Hold on” he said just before revving the engine and taking off the speed causing you to tighten your grip around him. You felt his chest rumble with a chuckle clearly amused by the fact you were clinging to him. The two of you had been travelling for roughly an hour and a half when Ketch finally pulled up out the front of an old warehouse. Ketch turned the key and the engine died before he pulled off his helmet.  You looked at him for a second before you pulled off your helmet letting your hair tumble over your shoulders.

 “So what are we dealing with Mr Ketch?” you said looking at him; neither of you taking any notice of how close you were.

 “There are two Vampires hiding in there.  A particularly nasty pair I believe. They have killed quite a few people so far” he said as he kicked down the stand for his Motorbike and hopping off. He held out his hand once again to help you hop off the bike and this time you actually accepted the gesture. “See I’m not going to hurt you, am I” he said with an oddly nice smile but you only raised a brow in question finding his kindness out of the ordinary.

 “Well let’s get to it then” you say ignoring his comment as you walked past him heading towards the main door to the warehouse. You could hear the sound of his boots, against the cement stairs that lead to the door, as he followed you. You felt a tug on the back of your jacket turning to see Ketch had grabbed you and was trying to stop you from going any closer. You stopped before you opened the door looking back at him with a confused expression.

 “Let me go first just in case they heard us… They could be waiting to strike” he said in a soft tone which was quite out of place with his stoney features. You had never heard him try and be kind before which was honestly surprising. You gave him a nod understanding that he was trying to protect you so you thought you should at least give him a chance. He slipped up to the door handing you a knife (or more so a machete); where he got it from you had no idea buy you were glad he was prepared as he quietly opened the door and stepped inside with you following close behind.

 Inside there was barely any light except for what spilt in through the windows from the street lights out side.  You crept along not far behind Ketch your eyes scanning the selves trying to spot the Vamps through the gaps in the shelves but there wasn’t enough light to see much more than shadows. Suddenly a shadow darted to the side causing you to step backwards bumping into ketch; he instinctively placed a hand on your shoulder as he looked down at you with a slightly concerned expression. You pointed in the direction that the shadows had moved just as one of the vamps launched out of the shadows lunging right for you.  You kicked up your boot connecting with the big male vampire’s jaw sending him reeling with a groan of pain; as you did this the other vamp pulled Ketch back. You could hear the sound of his blade hitting the other vamp as you followed suit slash out at the vamp that was, once again, launching at you. The Vamps nails dragged across your arm tearing through your sleeve and scratching your arm but your blade still connected.

   Everything was over in a matter of seconds as you paused, breathing heavily, as the adrenaline hit and when you felt a hand on your lower back glancing behind you to see Ketch standing right behind you. You surprised yourself when you didn’t move to push his hand away; he looked around spotting the barrels all around the warehouse that were labelled as flammable.

 “They choose a good place to clean up after them” he said just as he normally would but his tone was somehow softer than you remembered it being earlier that day. With a nod you both set to work opening and tipping over a few of the barrels before making your way back to the door you came in. The last thing you saw before you stepped outside was the match drop from Ketch’s hand hitting the floor which quickly turned to flame. The two of you paused at his motorbike looking back at the building which was quickly being consumed by searing flames.

 “It’s a long drive to get back…” he said pausing as he tucked  the blades in to a backpack you had failed to noticed on his back. “… Why don’t we find some where to stay the night? ” he said as he stepped closer walking you back till there was nothing but the side of the bike behind you.  You looked down unable to keep eye contact with him as your cheeks flared with heat. You jumped slightly when his big hand jerked your chin up so you had no choice but to look him in the eye.

 “There is no need to be afraid; I won’t hurt you” he said in a slightly husky whisper his eyes had that same look as he had before; it had to be lust or something along those line in those eyes of his.

 “Like I said before I’m not afraid” you said your voice nearly a whisper as your cheeks flared up again but this time he could see the color rise to your skin. That only made it worse knowing that he now knew you were blushing from the small amount of contact he had with your skin.  

 “Well embarrassed then; you shouldn’t be… You are a fine woman after all” he said a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. Within second his lips were on yours, demanding and dominate, as you froze for a split second trying to fight the need to kiss back. Giving in you kissed him back losing yourself in the passion as your hands came up to rest on his chest till the sound of distant sirens caught you attention causing you to pull away.

 “We should really get moving” you said your own voice slightly husky now; you couldn’t help the urge to kiss him again but now wasn’t the time for that. The last thing either of you need was to be here when the Police got here. It would be hard to explain why you were here after they found there were two bodies inside that warehouse which was consumed by fire.

 “Well let’s get going then” he said his accent ringing clear. He helped you back on his motorbike before you both pulled on your helmets and he tore off in to the night. This time you weren’t bothered by being so close to Ketch; you were finding it oddly enjoyable. It was safe to say that this little hunt you went on with him had changed things (hopefully for the better).

 It wasn’t a very long drive before Ketch was pulling up at one of the classy Hotels that the British Men of Letter always stayed at; he parked before hopping off the motorbike with you close behind. The two of you walked in to the hotel with your helmets tuck under you arms. Ketch walked straight up to the reception desk and set to work at getting the two of you rooms; he wasn’t there long before he came walking back over to you.

 “I’m afraid it was the last room they had so we’re going to have to share” he said with a smile that seemed to be a smirk at the same time. He was already walking towards the elevators leaving you to jog to catch up with him. I was safe to say you hadn’t expected this even after what had happened back at the warehouse. You were going to try your best not to let his charms and his hot body get to you. The elevator ride was pretty much silent up until he notice the scratch on your arm; a concerned look flashed across his face once again as he grabbed you arm to get a better look.

 “What are you doing jerkface” you instantly hissed as he stretched your arm out so he could see it better. You had barely noticed the scratch yourself till he started fussing over it.

 “We’re going to have to get you cleaned up; Mary wouldn’t like it if I didn’t bring you back in one piece” he said with a bit of a tisk. When the elevator door opened he basically dragged you out marching you to the room the two of you were sharing.

 “I’m fine I swear” you protested as he swiftly unlocked the door, swinging it open before pushing you inside. The second the door was shut he took the helmet from you and dumped it with his own on a table sitting in the corner of the room.

 “Bathroom, Y/N, now!” he ordered as he placed a hand on the small of your back guiding you to the bathroom. Once the two of you were in the spacious bathroom he lifted you up and sat you down on the counter top before searching the draws for a first aid kit. You watched quietly as he pulled a first aid kit from a draw and set to work on cleaning up your wound.  “I’m going to need you to take that jacket off” he said softly as he tugged lightly at the sleeve of your olive colored jacket.

 With a nod you shrugged off your jacket; Ketch carefully took it from your hands and folded in placing it next to you on the bench. He took your hand looking at the three narrow gashes that were on your forearm. He grabbed a hand towel covering in a disinfectant before lightly placing it on the wound.  

 “You should be careful” he said as he carefully wiped the area before pulling out a bandage and gently applying it over the gashes. You watched him for a second not even realizing that he had been speaking. He had such a gentle look on his face; the concentration he was putting in to not hurt you made you blush just the slightest bit. “You were impressive all the same” he admitted when you didn’t answer.

 “I was?” you asked surprised that he had said that. You eyes never left his as he stood in front of you looking down at you with his endless brown eyes. That was when you noticed that the look of lust had never left his eyes causing you breath to catch in your throat.

 “Of course Y/N” he said in a gruff voice as his eyes scanned you up and down stopping at your lips. He slowly unzipped his own jacket revealing his black short sleeved shirt that stretched across his broad chest; you heard his chuckle when he noticed you staring at him just before his lips crashed against yours. You could stop yourself from kissing back or stop him as he nipped your bottom lip lightly before he started leaving light bites and kisses all the way down your neck to your collar bone.

 His hands grabbed the bottom of your shirt pulling it up and over your head before his lips were back to you skin. Wrapping you arms around him you let out a hum of approval; he stepped closer standing between your legs as you wrapped them around him. Taking the chance he lifted you carrying you to the bedroom dropping you down on the luxurious bed.  He crawled up to up kissing his way up your stomach to your lips before breaking away to pull off his own shirt. He smirked before reaching behind you unclasping your bra and throwing it to the floor with his shirt; he was quick to be leaving kisses all over your chest till he flicked his tongue over one of your nipples causing you to let out a gasp of pleasure. You felt his smirk against your skin with instantly made you a combination of aroused and annoyed.

 “Fuck” you muttered as he nibbled one nipple while he massaged your other breast his thumb occasionally flicking over your nipple.

  “Oh we will Y/N” he said in a growl as his hands went to the top of your jeans; in a matter of second you were laying there naked as he slowly lowered himself to kiss you. His lips were needy as his hands ran down your sides stopping at your hips; without waiting to get your permission his hand slipped between your legs rubbing up and down your already wet heat causing you to shudder with pleasure.  His finger tips teasing you, making slow circles around your clit, kept you distracted as he slipped out of his pants and underwear lining himself up with your entrance.  

 “K-Ketch” you whimpered as he teased your entrance with his massive member while he nibbled at your neck; no doubt that there would be a mark there in the morning.

 “Arthur” he muttered as he coated his stiff member with your juices. “Please call me Arthur” he said before pushing himself all the way in causing you to let out a loud moan. Your head fell back against the bed eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as he pulled out then pounded into you without allowing you time to fully adjust to his size. It wasn’t long before you reached your first climax as you came around him; your walls clenching around his member.

 Giving you no time to come down from your high he switched the position so you were on your hands and knee while he pounded into you. His hands tightened their grip on your hips as you felt him twitch inside you. Seconds later he had finally reached his release and filling you up with his hot cum.  

 “That was bloody amazing” he whispered as the two of you collapsed back down on the bed panting hard. To your surprise he pulled the blankets up around you holding you close to him as he let of a happy sigh. You said nothing as you found yourself drifting off to sleep in the arms of a man you never expected to trust.  

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Wayward Spells

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean, Castiel, Rowena, Crowley, Mr. Ketch, unnamed witch

Word Count: 4,172

Warnings: None, maybe a little angst but mostly just fluff.

Summary: Witches are bitches, there isn’t an argument there. But when a witch casts a spell on Sam, how do you handle that? 

Author’s Note: Please send in your requests! I like writing for you guys. Also, if you want to be tagged in my future fics, please let me know and I’ll add you. Tagging @ilostmyshoe-79 , @jotink78, @jpadjackles @impala-dreamer for a signal boost! 

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” You asked Sam. You and the Winchesters had just gotten back from an especially long hunt, hunting down a greedy witch who just wouldn’t quit. Of course, a hunt couldn’t end without someone getting hurt, cursed, or worse and that person was Sam. The witch had said some shit in Latin and threw a pink powder at him. She got away before you could kill her. Nothing has happened yet but you weren’t going to stop being concerned for the hazel-eyed Winchester.

“Yes, Y/N, I am fine for the hundredth time.” He walked inside of the Bunker with you and Dean trailing behind him.

“Sorry I keep asking but you know how it is for us. There is always something more to it than meets the eye. I just wanted to make sure my boyfriend was alright.” Sam turned to you and smiled a little, his eyes softening.

“I know and I appreciate it but I am fine. Honestly, I don’t feel any pain or any different from when we left the place.” He tucked some hair behind his ear and you nodded.

“Okay, well, I am going to take a shower and I’ll meet you in our room.” You leaned up and kissed his cheek but he moved his lips to your ear.

“May I join you?” You giggled but heard gagging from the eldest brother.

“I do not need to hear about that.” Dean stalked off to room. You giggled and took Sam’s hand, pulling him to the showers with you. Not every shower you take with Sam, ends with you needing a second one and you were glad that this one wasn’t one of those times.

You took care of each other and made sure that you or Sam didn’t leave a spot untouched. The shower took less than 10 minutes and before you knew it, you were laying in your shared bed in your shared room.

You moved into the Bunker a few months after you met the brothers. You met them while working on the same case. You got there first and ran into them, deciding it was best if you three worked together. A few more months after that, Sam asked you to move into the Buner with him and his brother.

Who were you to deny the 6’4” moose his wishes? So, you did and it was the second best decision you ever made. The first was saying yes to Sam when he finally had enough courage to ask you out on a date. That was when you began your beautiful journey with each other and you couldn’t have been happier than you are now.

Now here you were, a year later, in his arms, content with the silence looming over you. You snuck a glance at Sam and saw he had his eyes closed and you studied his features carefully. His nose was the first thing you noticed because it was so angular and pointy.

His lips were the next thing that your eyes caught. They weren’t as full as his brothers but they were kissable. They were naturally pink and you often teased him for having thin lips but damn, they were skilled.

Your eyes drifted across his face and saw the litter of freckles on his face. He didn’t have as much as Dean had but they were there if you stared at them long enough. He was just a beautiful man and he was all yours.

“You’re staring.” He suddenly said. You blushed and looked down quickly.

“No, it’s called admiring. There’s a difference,” You giggled when you felt the scruff on his face tickle your neck as he nuzzled it. “Sam, that tickles.” You laughed softly. He kissed your neck gently before pulling away and looking at you in the eyes.

“I love you.” He smiled.

“I love you and are you sure you’re okay?” You asked in a small voice. You didn’t want him to be annoyed with you but you wanted to make sure he was okay before you fell asleep.

“I’m sure, I don’t feel anything at all. Maybe she missed me? I don’t know but let’s go to sleep.” You nodded and turned around so your back was facing his chest and that is how you fell asleep: cuddly and warm.

In the morning, you usually got up by the feel of the cold sheets from the side of Sam’s bed. Sam always got up early to go for a run. He tried to get you to go with him and for a couple of times, you did but your body wasn’t used to waking up at the crack of dawn. So, it wasn’t a surprise to see his side of the bed empty.

You got up and grabbed his flannel that he wore yesterday, putting it on. You walked out to the hallway and frowned. It was eerily quiet. Sam was usually back by the time you woke up and Dean was always making noise in the kitchen but you heard nothing.

“Dean? Sam?” You called out, walking into the library. You saw Dean with his back to you, staring at something. You couldn’t see what it was but you didn’t see Sam anywhere.

“Hey where’s Sam and are you okay?” Dean turned around slowly and his eyes were wide.

“We have a problem.”

“What are you talking about? Where is Sam?” You began to get worried and you thought about the spell the witch casted.

“Whatever that witch did, it took a toll on Sam.” He moved and your eyes landed on a 3-year-old boy with long chestnut brown hair and hazel eyes. Once he locked eyes on you, he started crying and got up, walking over to you.

Your eyes widened at the small child that looked a lot like Sam. He seemed like he wanted to be picked up so that is what you did and placed him on your hip.

"Dean please tell me this is not your 34-year-old brother that I have on my hip." The child, which may or may not be Sam, reached out and put his tiny hand on your cheek turning you towards him. When your eyes locked together he nodded.

"My name is Sammy." He said in a small voice. Your heart melted a little at his words and you put a hand on his.

"Dean you have to get him back. I don't know how to take care of a child and I don't know if you do." Your gaze lingered on Sam's before turning to his brother.

"You're forgetting who raised him. I'll call Cas down and see if he can do anything. Maybe Rowena will have something to say since it was a witch after all." At the mention of Rowena's name, Sam started crying loudly and you jumped in surprise but managed to keep a hold on him.

"Dean he doesn't like that idea. Why don't I call Cas and you take care of your brother?" You were about to hand off Sam to Dean when Sam started to whine.

"No! I want Y/N!" You looked at Sam in shock.

"Sam, I don't know how to take care of a child." Sam gave you the biggest puppy dog eyes and since he was a child, he pulled them off even better. You sighed softly and held a tighter grip on Sam.

"Dean call Cas okay?" Dean nodded and went to the books to see if there was a book about these kinds of spells while praying to Cas.

"Okay, Sam. What do you want to do?" You looked at your tiny boyfriend and he smiled.

"Tag!" You knew he would pick a game where there would be running involved.

"Okay," You set him on his feet and bent down to his level. "You get a 5 second head start." Instantly he laughed and started to run away from you. It was so overwhelming to see him like this since he usually carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. What kind of stress can a 3-year-old carry? You shook your head and ran off in the direction Sam went and tried to find him.

Apparently, he wanted to play hide and seek because he was nowhere in sight. You shouldn't be too worried since this is Sam and he was one of the baddest hunters ever known but he was a child now and could get hurt.

"Sam?" You called out and looked in each passing room. Sam wasn't in any of them and you really started to panic. "Sam!!" You called out once more but louder. You heard giggling come from the storage room/secret dungeon and you raced in there. You saw him smiling and standing in the middle of the storage room.

"Your turn!" He exclaimed.

"Sam!" You scolded him. You got on his level and looked at him in the eyes. "You scared me. I didn't know where you were. You could have gotten hurt. I know as a 34-year-old, this isn't a problem but you're not 34, you are 3." His eyes dropped and he put his head down.

"I'm sowwy." He said sadly. You picked him up and made him look at you.

"It's okay. You know I'm always worried about you," He nodded and you thought you could use something to ease the mood. "Why don't we get something to eat. Are you hungry?"

"Yeah I am." He smiled and you carried him as you walked to the kitchen. It was weird carrying Sam when he usually was the one to carry you. It felt nice that the roles were reversed. But you still wanted your boyfriend back to the way he was. When you approached the library, you heard two men speaking and you assumed that Dean was speaking to Cas.

"Hey, Dean, what did Cas say?" You stopped short when you saw Mr. Ketch there instead of Castiel.

"Y/N, darling, how are you?" Mr. Ketch smiled and clasped his hands behind his back. At the first sight of Ketch, Sam started getting angry but because of your hold on him, he couldn't go anywhere.

"What is he doing here?" You held Sam closer to you and away from Ketch. You hated the British Men of Letters for what they did to both Sam and Dean. Why would Dean even call him over?

"Y/N, I can explain." Dean started to say but you didn't want to hear it.

"No, you get him out of OUR home. He does not belong here at all. What you can do is call Cas right now." You glared at both men and stalked off to the kitchen to get Sam some food.

"I don't like them." Sam said in a small voice.

"Yeah I don't either. I hate what they did to you. We are all Hunters and that's not how you treat another. I don't care if you're from London or not." You set him down at one of the tables and since he was shorter than the chair would allow him, he had to sit on his knees.

"Can I sit on here?" You looked over at him and he pointed to the table. You figured that the chair would be uncomfortable to a child's knees so you nodded.

"Yeah. What do you want to eat? What should a 3-year-old eat?" You looked through the refrigerator and saw some carrots that you knew Sam always ate and some bread. You would just have to give him some toast and carrots until you could go shopping. You didn't know how long the spell would be for Sam. You hoped not long if Castiel showed. You put the bread in the toaster and started to peel the carrots.

"I hope you're okay with carrots and toast for right now. I know it isn't much but I'll have to go shopping for more."

"That's okay. I like that." You smiled and finished with the carrots, cutting them up and giving it to Sam. When the timer went off, you took out the toast and put a thin layer of butter, just the way Sam liked it and handed him it on a plate. You sat down next to him and sighed.

"Why in the world did Dean call Ketch over here? He's lucky I'm not kicking his ass." You growled out.

"I want Cas." Sam said with his mouth full. You giggled and handed him a napkin to which he took.

"Me too."

Castiel, if you can hear me, please come down here. I need you. Sam is in trouble and I don't know what to do. I don't know if Dean called you or not but please hurry. We need you.

You heard footsteps come from behind you but you didn't bother to look because of the look on Sam's face. He had a scowl on it but continued to eat.

"Don't give me that look, Sammy." You heard Dean sigh.

"Is he gone?" You said without turning around.

"Yeah he's gone. Look, Y/N, Cas wasn't coming and he seemed to know a lot about everything so I thought it would do us good if he helped."

"No, you don't get to come up with that excuse," you turned around to face Dean. "They tortured him, Dean; broke him into pieces and you expect me to believe that you couldn't have called anyone else? Call Crowley! Rowena! Another Hunter! Anyone but them." You crossed your arms and glared at him.

"You don't think I know this? But you should hear the things my mom says about these guys. They are good hunters and I just thought they could help." Dean tried to explain it.

"Then bring your mom here. She can get what we need if they have it. I don't want him in here again." You got up and grabbed the empty plate in front of Sam and walked to the sink and washed it. Sam carefully jumped down from the chair and ran to you, hugging your legs. He looked over at his big brother and frowned.

"I don't like them. They hurt me." Sam locked eyes with Dean and Dean sighed heavily.

"I'm sorry Sammy. It won't happen again." Just then you heard a flutter of wings and you saw, from the corner of your eyes, a man in a brown trench coat.

"Took you long enough." You said quietly. You turned around and picked Sam up off the floor and put him on your hip.

"My apologies. Heaven was persistent I stay but I managed to get away for a while. Who is that?" He looked at Sam.

"Sammy." He pointed to himself and smiled.

"That's Sam? What happened?" Castiel walked closer to him.

"That's why you're here. We were hunting a witch and she said some shit in Latin, blew a pink powder at him and fled before we could catch her." You explained to him. Castiel tilted his head as he put two fingers to your boyfriend's head. Castiel was scanning the spell the witch casted.

"It looks like it isn't permanent but it could last a while if she isn't killed soon or reverses it. It seems as if his memories are all intact but he's just changed bodies. Do you remember what she said?"

"I don't. All I heard was a bunch of jumble. My Latin isn't that well. That's why Sam was teaching me. Do you remember?" You looked over at Dean.

"No I don't. My focus was solely on protecting you two and killing her." You sighed and rubbed your face in frustration.

"Okay then we need Rowena. Maybe she knows the witch. After all, you did sleep with her, Dean." You looked at him.

"Yeah before I found out she was a witch. How am I supposed to know the girls I sleep with are monsters?" Dean defended himself.

"Never mind that. We need Crowley because he might know where his mother is." At the mere mention of his name, Crowley appeared.

"I heard my name being called." You all turned towards the demon. Once he laid eyes on Sam, he started laughing, more than you ever seen him.

"Hey! Stop laughing! It's not funny!" He pouted.

"Sorry moose, it's pretty funny. I heard from my mother of this happening and I had to see if it was true." You glared at Crowley and he started to clear his throat, trying not to laugh anymore.

"Please go get her. I would love to have my boyfriend back." You looked at Sam and he was getting sleepy. Oh, right, kids needed naps.

"I'm tired." Sam rubbed his eyes.

"Right, let’s go put you to bed." You glared at all the men in the room and left to your shared room. You walked to the bed and laid him down, tucking him in.

"Will you stay with me?" You smiled softly and nodded, getting into bed with Sam and pulling him in. It was weird to be the big spoon when it was always Sam who held you. You closed your eyes and immediately fell asleep. Man, taking care of a child really tires you out.

A tiny hand, lightly hitting you in the face was what woke you up. You grumbled and opened your eyes, seeing Sam as a small child still.

"Rowna is here." Sam said. It was cute how he couldn't pronounce h her name right.

"Sam, what happened? You're all dirty!" Sam's face had smudges on it and he had what looked like sticky hands.

"It was Dean." You chuckled at that explanation and got up. Sam got down from the bed and ran in front of you, running out into the hall and to the library. You smiled as you watched him try to run, it was really cute. When you got into the library, you saw the redhead with the men from earlier.

"Ah you're up. Where's little Sammy?" Rowena smiled at you.

"Right here," You picked him up and walked over to her. "We were kind of hoping you would know which witch did this to him and you could help us kill her."

"Oh no, dear, I can't let you kill her. I know the witch that did this. She's trouble but I'll get her to reverse it." Rowena smiled sickly sweet.

"How?"

"Just leave that to me," She looked at her son. "Take me to her, Fergus." Crowley rolled his eyes and in a minute, him and the witch were gone.

"Okay. I'm going to give Sam a bath. Whatever you did to him Dean, made him really dirty." Dean only smirked but you didn't want to know. You turned around and made your way to the bathroom. You decided to go all out and make this the best damn bath Sam has ever had.

“Alright, do you want me to give you a bath or do you want to do this by yourself?” You asked Sam as you set him down in the bathroom and got out your bubble bath necessities.

“I want you.” Sam giggled. You nodded and turned the water on, pouring the bubbly substance into it, making the water soap up quickly. When the water got high enough, you shut it off and turned towards Sam. You laughed at the sight of him; he had his shirt half off with his head stuck somewhere in the middle. You reached over and helped him out of his shirt, doing the same for his pants and underwear.

It was strange, not seeing rippling muscles whenever Sam got naked. You hoped that this spell would be reversed pretty soon. You picked Sam up and placed him inside the warm, soapy water, smiling at him enjoying himself.

He “picked” the bubbles up and blew them away from his hands. He giggled when some landed on your skin or outside of the tub. You were just happy that Sam was happy. Sam covered his face with the bubbles and you broke out in a grin.

“Where did Sammy go?” You asked as if you didn’t know where he went. He giggled and moved some soap away from his face.

“I’m right here!” He let out a screech of laughter when you began tickling him in the tub. Suddenly, a knock came from the door and you got up, wiping your hands on a towel before cracking the door open. You were sure Sam didn’t want anyone else in the bathroom.

“Hey Rowena found the witch and she’s here.” Dean stood on the other side of the door.

“Oh great, let me finish with Sam and we’ll be there as soon as possible.” He nodded and walked back to where he came from, presumably the library. You shut the door and sat next to the tub again.

“Hey, Sam, we need to cut bath time short. Rowena and the witch who cursed you is here. She’s going to fix you.”

“Okay.” You smiled and washed his hair and body for him before rinsing him off and draining the tub of the water. You wrapped Sam in a towel and dried him off, picking him up after you wrapped him in it.

“Sorry, Sam, I don’t have any clothes for you. This will just have to do and we’ll go to bed, just you and me.” You gave Sam a sympathetic look and sighed.

“S’okay. I like how you take care of me.” Sam said slowly.

“Well, I like taking care of you.”  You gave him a big kiss on the cheek and carried him to the library where Dean, Castiel, Rowena, that witch bitch, and Crowley stood.

“Nice attire.” Dean scoffed.

“Dean, I don’t have any clothes for him so a towel will have to do,” You gave a cold look at the witch who put Sam in this mess in the first place. “You’re so lucky to have Rowena as protection otherwise I would be kicking your ass so hard, you will feel me for weeks.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she pays for what she has done. Now do the spell.” Rowena stated. The blonde witch sighed sadly but started to say some jumble mumble words in Latin. She waved her hands around a bit and a purple mist formed. Shooting her hands forward, the mist surrounded Sam and when it cleared up, Sam was out cold.

“What the hell did you do to him?!” You checked to make sure Sam wasn’t in any harm physically before trying to hand him over to Dean so you could kick that amateur’s ass.

“Whoa, easy there.” Dean held you back from doing any damage.

“Relax Popeye, he’s fine. He’ll be better by the morning.” The blonde rolled her eyes.

“Okay, I think it’s time for us to leave. Fergus?” Rowena smiled and grabbed a hold of her friend’s arm before all three of them disappeared.

“Cas, can you check to see if he’s okay?” With a nod, Cas put two fingers to Sam’s forehead.

“He will be back to his normal self in the morning. All he needs now is rest.” You let out a breath of relief and looked at Dean.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you earlier because of Ketch. You were doing what you thought was right and I shouldn’t have singled you out when I’ve made worse decisions.” You bit your lip.

“Don’t worry about it. Right now, you need to take care of Sammy. I would but he’s naked and I don’t want to be there in the morning with you two.”

“Fair enough. Thank you, Cas.” You gave the Angel a smile before walking back to your room. Setting Sam down on the bed, you took the towel away and tucked him in. You got in next to him and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

“See you tomorrow, my love.” You whispered before closing your own eyes and passing out.

--

“Wake up, babe.” Your eyes fluttered when you heard the deep voice you’ve been wanting to hear and a pair of lips on your neck.

“Sam?” You opened your eyes and saw that your boyfriend was his usual 6’4”, muscly, tall self again.

“I’m right here and I believe I owe you many times for taking care of me.” He pressed a kiss to your neck but that could wait until later tonight.

“Before you get all dominant on me, how are you feeling?” He pulled away and stared into your eyes with so much love.

“I feel perfectly fine. Thank you for taking care of me.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“Mhmmm, no problem. I like taking care of you.” You mumbled against his lips.

“How about you let me take care of you? Multiple times?” You giggled and nodded, letting him go to town on your body. You were just glad Sam was back to his normal, gorgeous self.

[supernaturalfreewill]

Introducing Mr. Ketch. S12 E08 gifs and gif set by @supernaturalfreewill​ Follow for more gifs and fanfiction!

[ltleflrt]

Why I Ship it

Destiel: Seasons 4-13 (and I’m sure future seasons will add to it)

Dean/Cain: Daddy Dom Kink

Dean/Donna: dorky badass foodies in love

Kean or Mr Klean or Dean/Ketch: all the hate sex

DeanJo: pretty sure that was canon’s intent and I fell for it hook, line, and sinker

Sabriel: fanfiction writers make an excellent case

Sam/Jody: ok yeah there’s a bit of a maternal vibe there, but in a kinky way

Samwitch: size kink, but also kindred spirits who took different forks in their roads

(also I have a thing for Sam being with older women)

Saileen: EVERY EILEEN EPISODE - c’mon look at those fuckin’ heart eyes

Sam/Ruby: duh Jared and Gen 5ever, but also the possibility of her turning him dark side, or him turning her light side 

[faith-in-dean]

Kendricks: A Hell on Earth

Summary: Due to a given promise of your parents, you were sold off to be a student at Kendricks University. Nothing seemed right, all the people were stuck up. Your professor was an asshole. An asshole that would wrap you around his finger and make your life hell.

Pairing: Eventual Professor!Arthur Ketch x Reader

General Warnings: Angst, Violence, Murder, Character Death, Smut, eventual Dub-Con, Unprotected Sex, Cheating, Manipulation, Abusive Relationship (Some of these are not final and there might be warnings that need to be added as the story goes on. Not every warning counts in for every Chapter) University AU - British Men of Letters Style

Part One 

Part Two 

Part Three

[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

Choices - Part 2: I Bet My Life

Characters: Y/N (reader), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mich Davis, Arthur Ketch, Castiel, Garth and Beth Fitzgerald (mentioned)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: torture (not all that graphic), implied smut, secrets,

Word Count: 3900ish

A/N: This is 1 out of my 13 entries for @mamapeterson / @mrs-squirrel-chester’s Album Fanfiction Challenge where I chose the album “Smoke and Mirrors” by Imagine Dragons. The song prompt for this fic is: I Bet My Life

It is part two of a three part story - the two first fics are entries for the same challenge and the third is gonna be an entry for @plaidstiel-wormstache’s Push yourself challenge. The song I am writing for, for her challenge is also an Imagine Dragons song so their music is gonna be a theme throughout this series.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Thanks so much to always brilliant @blacktithe7 for betaing this for me.

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You had lost track of time. You had no idea how long you had been in this white room with a single mirror on the far wall. You also didn’t care. You just stared defiantly at the mirror. You knew it was a window and the brits that had taken you were hiding behind it, plotting your fate. All you cared about was staying alive, staying the distraction for as long as it took for them to get far, far away. You would never tell them anything.

At first, the british guy with the weird beard had tried. He talked to you, asking you questions. You never answered. You just sat there staring at him, soaking up his every word without as much as flinching. He didn’t know anything. You had nothing to fear.

Well that wasn’t exactly true. What came after the first brit was another. Clean shaven, dead eyes, and with no empathy what so ever. He beat you with your hands tied behind your back, but you kept getting back up. You placed yourself back in the chair, looking defiantly back up at him, only to let out a painful scream when he jammed the needle into your neck with a cold grin on his face.

You slipped off the chair, passing out cold on the floor cold. You had no way of knowing how long you had been out for when you heard a familiar voice calling your name.

“Y/N. Hey, Y/N/N. Come back to me baby.” Dean gently stroked your hair away from your face, making you force your eyes open.

“Dean,” you gasped as you stared into the pair of green eyes you had missed so much the past 3 years. You gasped, and your heart almost stopped for a second. “You found me. How?” you rambled as Dean proceeded to check your wounds.

“I’ll always found find you,” Dean answered almost as if nothing had happened between you , as if you hadn’t been seperated for 3 years. In that moment, you didn’t care. You threw your arms around his neck, clinging to him for dear life, and Dean hugged you back just as tightly. You’re entire body hurt from the beatings you had taken, and your blood smeared across his jacket, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was the man that you had never stopped loving was here for you.  

“Come on. Let’s get you out of here,” Dean smiled, pulling away from you a little before leaning back in, pressing his lips against yours, and you froze.

He felt different somehow, but he was still the same. Maybe it was just your mind playing tricks on you. You hadn’t been in his arms for so long, maybe you had just forgotten what it felt like. You remembered him as being more tender than that. Maybe it was just or imagination, or maybe the rougher, more demanding feel of his kiss had to do with the Mark. Maybe it was just him being angry you left like that but unable to express it to you in any other way. Still, something was holding you back. You had to make sure. So when Dean helped you back on her feet, you stopped him by grabbing his wrist and forcing him to face you again.

“Thank you for coming to my rescue, Captain,” you smiled at him, praying he would give you the right answer.

“Of course sweetheart,” Dean smiled back at you, and you fought your tears, telling yourself this could mean two things. You had no idea which you wanted it to be, but you had to know.

“I still love you, Dee,” you let out a slight sob with your words, and Dean’s expression softened as he stepped closer to you.

“I love you too, Y/N/N,” Dean spoke as he started leaning in, but just like that, you moved. You knew the man in front of you wasn’t Dean. You had no idea what or who he was but you felt sick to her stomach as you replayed the feel of his lips on yours over and over in your mind. Your fury made you stronger, and your knee collided with his crotch with immense force. The man instantly fell to the floor, moaning in pain.

“Y/N what the…” he started before you kicked him in the stomach silencing him again.

“You're not my Dean,” you hissed before kicking the imposter again. You might not have seen Dean for almost 3 years, but you had known him all her life. Dean didn’t tell anyone that he loved them. The words were as if cursed to him, and you knew that even if he felt them they would never pass his lips, especially if he did. He was too afraid to loose the people he cared for to ever vocalize his love. “He would never say that!”

You swung your leg at his face this time, but the man grabbed your foot, pulling harshly, forcing you on your back, and within seconds, he was on top of you with his hands wrapped around your neck. The cross slowly appeared on one of his hands as his shape started to change. You struggled beneath him to no avail. You passed out just as Dean disappeared entirely before your eyes, and your captor took his place.

“We have the entire weekend to ourselves, and this is what you wanna do with it?” Dean chuckled as you pushed the DVD into the player before turning around, rolling your eyes at him.

“You got a one track mind Winchester,” you mocked, giving him a push so he landed on his ass on the couch.

Dean chuckled, wrapping his hand around your wrist, pulling you down next to him. You squaled in surprise as he quickly rolled you onto your back, pinning you beneath him and kissing you breathless.

“Not in the way you would think,” Dean whispered as he stared deeply into your eyes.

If you had any air left in your lungs, it was gone now. You felt the tears press against your eyes as you cupped his face. Dean had never said that he loved you, and he didn’t have too. Not when he looked at you like that. You knew how he felt. Still, you could see him struggling. He wanted to tell you, but you knew he couldn’t. The last person he had said those words too was his mother, the night before his entire world turned on it’s head, the last night he was allowed to be a kid, the night his mother died and his dad changed forever.

“You know, Mal kinda reminds me of you. Maybe that’s why I love the show so much,” you spoke softly, running your fingers through his hair, and Dean smiled, pecking your lips.

“It that right?” Dean asked as his lips wandered down your jaw to your neck, making you gasp before you spoke again, your voice thick with lust and emotion.

“They say a captain’s heart belongs to his ship,” you froze when Dean stopped kissing you and pushed himself up just enough to look down into your eyes.

For once in your life, you couldn’t read him, and you felt yourself starting to panic. You were ready to compare the ship to Baby when Dean brushed your hair away from your face with the hand he wasn’t using to hold himself up. He gently cupped your cheek as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your lips when he spoke.

“I guess that makes you my Serenity then.”

Your eyes filled with tears as you wrapped your arms around Dean’s neck, pulling him down into a deep kiss, forgetting all about the show playing on the TV as you began pulling at his shirt.

“Make love to me Captain,” you begged, making Dean chuckle slightly his hands wandered up your shirt.

“As you wish, Serenity.”  

Soon pain and despair became all you knew. That man’s face, excruciating pain, and the world going dark. You wanted to give up, but you couldn’t. The longer you lasted, the longer the head start for them. Until it happened again.

“Hey. Jeez sweetheart. I am so sorry.” Dean’s voice sounded through your haze as the ropes around your wrists and ankles loosened. “That’s it. That’s it. Look at me. Hey,” your eyes slowly opened to the feeling of Dean’s hands on your face. He was kneeling down infront of you, smiling softly, but pain was evident in his eyes. You let out a strangled sob. You would take the pain of the knuckles, the ice water, the fire, and the beatings over this. Seeing Dean, knowing it wasn’t him, knowing that he wouldn’t come for you because he had no idea what had happened, that was worse. You weren’t sure how much more of this you could take. You weren’t sure how long you could look into the eyes of the man you loved more than you own life, knowing it wasn’t him and that you would never see him again.

As soon as you were free, your instincts took over. You kicked him in the chest, making him fly backwards. You jumped off your chair, but too late, he was already back on his feet.

“Y/N/N stop! It’s me, Dean,” the man in front of you pleaded with you as he got out of the way of your fist.

“You’re not Dean!” you hissed before swinging again, but this time the man grabbed your fist, pulling you closely against him. “Y/N it’s me!”

You kicked and screamed, desperate to get away but too weak to do anything about it. “Let me go! You’re not him. I will never believe you. So stop appearing like this. I hate you. Get away from me!”

Much to your surprise, the man released his hold on you, throwing his hands into the air, and he sprang backwards. You placed yourself in a position ready to attack should he come near you again, but he didn’t. Instead, he started talking.

“Do you remember the first night Sam and I stayed at your house? My dad left us with your dad to go take down a wendigo?” the man started, and you shook your head in disbelief.

“You have been watching us for that long? You are all sick!” you hissed at him, backing away further.

The man didn’t follow you. He just stayed in place with his hands still raised as he kept talking.

“That weekend was the anniversary of your mom dying. Bobby… you’re dad, he tried to calm you down, but you ran off into the junkyard. You were 4 years old. I was 6, and Sammy was 2. I followed you. Do you remember?” Dean asked, and tears started flowing down your cheeks as you nodded. There would be no way for them to know all of this would there?

“Dean found me hiding in an old truck,” you sobbed, and the man in front of you smiled.

“Yeah. Yeah I did. You were crying. You wouldn’t stop no matter what I did, so I told you my mom used to sing me this song when I was little and that it helped me calm down.” Dean took a step forward, but you still backed away.

“If you’re really him, if you’re Dean, Prove it,” you hissed at him, and the man looked at you sadly.

“Sweetheart, that’s what I am trying to do,” he pleaded with you, but you didn’t give. You and Sam were the only two people who knew what that song was.

“Sing it to me,” you insisted, and the man rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“Seriously Y/N?” he begged, behaving not unlike you would expect Dean too, but it still wasn’t enough.

“Sing it!” you ordered, and the man raised his hands in defense once more.

“Okay. Just remember, you asked for this,” the man sent you a small smirk, and your heart skipped a beat as he started singing, softly, and slightly off key.

“Hey Jude, don't make it bad

Take a sad song and make it better

Remember to let her into your heart

Then you can start to make it better

Hey Jude, don't be afraid

You were made to go out and get her

The minute you let her under your skin

Then you begin to make it better”

Dean stopped when you took a step forward. Your heart was beating a million miles per hour, and the small smile he sent you knocked the wind from your chest. You couldn’t believe it was really him. You’re entire body was shaking, and you wanted nothing more than to run straight into his arms.

“Is that enough? Did I prove I am me?” Dean asked, still staying in place, waiting for you to make your next move.

You struggled to regain control of your breathing, completely ignoring the tears that kept streaming down your face as you took another careful step towards him, remembering where your captor had failed the last time.

“It is really you, Captain?” you asked, and a huge smile spread across his face as he held out his arms, inviting you into them.

“It’s me Serenity,” his words had barely left his lips before you were across the room and in his arms. Dean instantly wrapped his arms tightly around you, holding you against his chest as you cried. “You’re safe Y/N/N. Let’s get you out of here.”

Dean smiled, cupping your face before letting you go completely, and your hands flew to hold on to his wrists.

“You came for me,” you sobbed, and Dean gently pressed his lips against yours in a chaste kiss.

“Always,” he promised quietly before pulling his spare weapon and handing it to you. “Can you move?”

Knowing what he asked of you, you nodded quietly. “I can try.”

“Stay close,” Dean ordered pulling his own weapon, before nodding to you and heading for the door. You followed Dean through the corridors, hiding when people in suits crossed your path, right up until the moment a door opened in front of you.

“Sam!” You rushed past Dean, throwing your arms around his younger brother who instantly hugged you close.

“No third degree for him huh?” Dean teased and winked at you as you released his brother. You were going to snap back when you saw the man behind Sam, and you instantly raised your gun.

“Y/N, no. Stop,” Sam stepped in front of you, blocking your shot. “Mick’s with us.”

“He is one of them!” you spat, your eyes finding Dean’s, pleading with him to see reason, but he only rested a hand on top of your gun, helping you lower it.

“I know. But he is also the one who called us here,” Dean explained. “He is going to create a distraction for us while we get you out of here. If you kill him, our job will be harder,” Dean smiled, making you glare at him.

“Fine! I trust you,” you pointed at Mick who were still looking like a deer caught in the headlights, “I just don’t trust him.”

“He is not coming with us,” Sam assured you, before nodding to Dean, doing the silent communication thing that they did, which still hadn’t stopped annoying the shit out of you. However, before you could yell at them, you felt a sharp pain shoot through your body from the wound on your arm. An electrical current rushed through your veins, and you let out a pained scream. You felt as if your body was being ripped apart from the inside, and you lost all control of your limbs, barely being able to focus on the world around you tumbled towards the ground.   

“Y/N!” Dean called out your name, catching you as you fell, preventing you from hitting the floor.

“What the hell is happening, Mick?” Sam yelled, but all you could do was cling to Dean who was trying to get you to focus on him.

“They must have put an electrolyte in her arm,” the brit answered.

“A what?” Dean looked up from you, speaking in unison with Sam.

“We use them to terminate rough operatives. They are put in when loyalty is put in question,” Mick explained, but you didn’t hear anything else, not until you felt the knife dig into your arm.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart,” Dean mumbled, and you knew he was the one controlling the blade, which put your mind somewhat at ease before your world went black again.

***

You moaned, feeling as if every part of your body had been run over with a steamroller when you started coming too. It took you a few moments to remember what had happened or where you were.

They hadn’t brought you to the Bunker but to one of your dad’s old cabins. You instantly pushed yourself off the bed, suppressing a scream of pain when you landed on your feet. You slowly made your way down stairs, clinging to the rail as you went. You could hear the brother’s arguing in the living room, and you knew you had to tell Dean the truth. Not just for her sake, but for his.

“Why the hell was she there in the first place?” Dean growled, as Sam answered him more calmly.

“There’s only one way to find out isn’t there?”

“How in the hell can I ask her that? She left never wanting to see me again, and I can’t really blame her.”

Dean sounded so tired, but you barely focused on his words. You just stayed in the doorway staring at his arm peaking out from his rolled up sleeve. Dean hadn’t seen you, but Sam had, rising from his chair and walking over to you to help you sit down.

“Y/N, you should be in bed,” Sam spoke softly, but your eyes never left Dean’s arm.

“Sam? The Mark? It’s gone?” you inquired with tears pressing against your eyes.

“Yeah for close to two years now. Are you okay?” Sam kneeled down in front of you, and you broke down crying as Dean nervously moved to squat down next to his brother.

“We stayed away for two years for no reason.”

Tears were streaming down your face, and you could see the confusion on Dean’s face.

“I’ll… I’ll go make some calls. Try Cas again.” Sam quickly excused himself from the room, leaving you and Dean alone to talk.

“Hey. Y/N/N. It’s okay,” Dean said softly, but you pulled your arm away when he tried to touch you.

“No it’s not,” you hissed, more at yourself than him, but he had no way of knowing that. You saw the hurt expression on his face when he pulled back a little, and you instantly grabbed his hand.

“I’m so sorry Dean. I left to keep her safe from the Mark. Not from you. I know I must have caused you so much pain. I never meant too,” you rambled, and Dean quickly leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours, effectively stopping your stream of words.

“It’s okay. You’re here now. Y/N, you need to slow down. Who is she? Who were you protecting?” Dean looked at you, clearly desperately trying to understand.

“I…” you stopped.

He was still a hunter. You would always bet your life on him, but for a second, you doubted if you could bet hers as well. The truth was, he wasn’t only a hunter, and he had the right to know.

“I got pregnant that night, Dean” you looked down. You couldn’t bare to look at him. “The night I tried to bring you back home. She’s a little over 2 years old now, and she was who I was trying to protect from the british assholes. I have been hiding with Garth and Beth ever since she was born.”

You stared at your hands. Dean hadn’t let go. If anything, he was holding on tighter, but you still didn’t dare to look at him. The silence in the room made it harder to breath, and the thoughts that ran through your mind were deafening. What if Dean could only see what she was? A cambion. A monster. What if he would never be able to forgive you for walking away? What if…

“What’s her name?” Dean’s voice were thick with emotion, and his words shocked you enough to look up at him. He didn’t seem angry. He was crying, but he wasn’t angry.

“Kaylee,” you answered making Dean let out a small laugh, giving you the courage to continue, “Kaylee Winchester.”

“And she’s… She’s good?” Dean asked, there was so much pain and hope in his eyes you could barely breath.

“She’s a kid. She is stubborn and smart. She is so smart Dean.” You felt the tears run down your face when you saw the proud smile on his lips. “She has powers, but she has only ever used them to move toys around and never around anyone but me, or Garth, or Beth. Not until…” your words trailed off, and you started crying.

Dean pulled you into his arms, holding you as he slowly put two and two together. “They came for Garth didn’t they?” Dean asked, and you nodded against his neck. “You tried to hold them off, but…”

“They caught him. Kaylee saw and… She flicked the man through the air. I don’t think she meant to kill him. I got the other one. I held them off so they could get away. That’s how I got caught. Kaylee is with Garth and Beth,” you cried against Dean’s neck, and he soothingly ran his hand up and down her back.  

“She protected her family Y/N. That’s not a bad thing,” Dean spoke quietly, just as Sam’s voices sounded through the room.

“I’m sure the Brits won’t see it that way. If they found Garth once they can do it again. Y/N, do you know where they are?” You looked up to see Cas and Sam standing side by side with equally worried expressions on their faces.

You looked from Sam to Cas, your eyes meeting the angel’s. “I’m not going to hurt her Y/N,” Cas swore, “regardless of what else she is, she is your and Dean’s child. Let me?” Cas stepped forward holding out his hand in offer to fix you, and you nodded.

Cas pressed his fingers to your forehead, and a warmth rushed through your body before all the pain disappeared completely.

“Thanks Cas,” you mumbled before Dean gently cupped your face again, forcing you to look back into his eyes.

“Can you take us to her Serenity? Will you let me met my daughter?” His words broke you. Tears streamed down your face as you nodded, “yes”. You threw your arms around his neck, saying the words you had sworn you would never say to him, but you couldn’t hold them back any longer.

“I love you, Dean.”  

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Stuck in the Middle (with You)/Awesome Crowley

[For a meta about Reservoir Dogs and Tarantino’s use of gay subtext, click here.]

I don’t want to be the person who ruins everyone’s fun, so I’m saving my one big criticism of this episode for last. This meta is completely positive, even saccharine, until the very last paragraph. Also, I’m borrowing one of my favourite AO3 tags as a title because, let’s face it, Crowley was the real hero of this episode and where the action was, and that’s perfectly okay and long overdue. Crowley’s been around for years now, and he’s gone through huge bouts of character development, and yet we still know next to nothing about him and he’s often treated like an afterthought, both by our heroes and by the writers. This episode finally (finally!) corrected that, because no matter how intriguing and plain beautiful everyone was, Crowley was magnificent - as I fully expected him to be.

After all, they’re good - but he’s Crowley.

Like anyone with eyes, I loved everything about this episode, and especially how it was filmed. I have to say - this is the first episode in a long time that actually had me in tenterhooks about a possible character death, because you never know, right? Theoretically, Crowley could die, and so could Cas. Theoretically. And also the music, did I mention the music? I think that scene of Cas crawling away from Ramiel and the shot of Ramiel stabbing him - that’s just become my favourite Supernatural scene ever, bar none. It was so powerful and dramatic and visually magnificent and that damn music - wow. 

I adored that symbolism, because Cas’ been a Christ figure for a while now, and seeing him like that, on his back, defeated and stabbed by a lance - you can’t get more Golgotha than that. Beautiful stuff.

I also loved that this episode was, in a way - off-centre. Sam and Dean were there, of course, but the story was not focused around them. The real protagonist was the supernatural world itself - Cas, Crowley, Ramiel; even Lucifer, to me, was more present than he’s been in a while, what with this vague threat of his child hanging over the world, and him taunting Crowley and flashing his red eyes at this most undemonic demon in the very last scene. The truth is, I love everything about Sam and Dean, and that includes the incredibly talented actors who play them, but I feel the show could benefit greatly from approaching their story from a different perspective every once in a while. I’d love to know more about their childhood, for instance, or about this world of monsters and hunters around them; and a completely Outsider POV episode is, at this point, something I’d probably sell half my soul for.

Anyway - lately, this show reads like very good fanfiction, and considering how engaged, loving and talented this fandom is, this is high praise. I particularly appreciate the fact they’re going back to important plot points and filling them in with completely new details - after all, we’ve been wondering for years what’s up with demonic eyes, or how Crowley became king in the first place (or, at least, I know I did). This new class of demons appearing out of nowhere - creatures powerful enough to wield an archangel’s weapon - that’s incredible stuff. I’m guessing we’ll see more about them, and I can’t freaking wait.

So, yes - Ramiel was spot-on. Jerry Trimble managed just the right mixture of underwhelmingly normal and terrifyingly amoral - so much so I’m sort of sad we didn’t get to see more of this character, even if everything about him, including his death, was handled just right - there was no room for anything more.

My one slight criticism there would be the fizzling nature of Cas’ abilities. For instance, didn’t we establish that Cas can smell lies? So why couldn’t he guess Mary was hiding something? And what about demons’ true forms? I always assumed Cas could see that (was it ever stated in canon? it must have been), and I was therefore almost disappointed that Cas couldn’t recognize Ramiel for what he was. Maybe it can be explained away by him slowly becoming closer and closer to a human being - I don’t know. In any case, I’m truly appreciating how obsessed everyone seems to be with him lately. After years of taking angels for granted, we’ve got two characters in short succession fangirling over angels (in a creepy, murderous and definitely non-con way, but still) - and, yeah, I know that basically everyone spent the entirety of Supernatural pointing out how different and unique Cas is, and I’m grateful for that, but it’s also nice to get a reminder that angels are awesome (in the other sense of the word) in and of themselves.

(I’m still loving Mr Ketch, by the way. Aaaaaw.)

Let’s now come to our unsung hero: Mr Crowley.

Crowley was magnificent in all this. And we’ve now learned he never seriously planned to become King of Hell - my headcanon, which I’m considering confirmed, is that Crowley simply wants control. He’s been tortured for a century or more as some demon tore his human soul out of him, and he’s never putting himself in that position again, which is very sensible of him, and also very Scarlett O’Hara.

(Then again, he is his mother’s son.)

So, well, there he was, sort of loyal, licking the right boots, quietly ammassing a fortune in paintings and cursed objects and rumours and secrets on the side, when suddenly one of his craziest schemes actually works and Lucifer disappears and Ramiel doesn’t want the throne and Crowley realizes he’ll probably be safer sitting on it than he would be taking orders from some mindless, blood-thirsty underling who doesn’t know the first thing about governing a kingdom.

It breaks my heart, really.

And this is why I’m guessing, really, that the reason that demon was so gleeful about the possibility of killing Sam - I mean, sure, he’s Sam Winchester and all, but she had to know, because everyone does, that Sam and Dean are under Crowley’s protection. That no matter what he says, he considers them friends. And since he basically stole the throne from her (sort of), I’m thinking she was careless because this was a kill she was really relishing.

(Sigh.)

Also - look, as happy as I am with Cas finding his place - with his speech, with Dean’s soul-shattering Let’s go home, this dark side of the mirror is now hurting more than ever, because Crowley keeps risking everything so that Dean can live, and can keep choosing someone else over him. And I don’t think Dean is rude and obnoxious because he doesn’t notice - I think he’s rude and obnoxious because he does notice, and he doesn’t know what to make of it. Like Cas, Crowley sees right through him and loves him for who he is, and that’s something Dean just can’t accept.  

(“Your problem is that nobody hates you more than you hate yourself.”)

This doesn’t mean Crowley’s love isn’t skewered, borderline toxic and an enabling mess, but it’s still love, and it’s still directed at Dean’s true self, and it’s still - this is now definitely confirmed - completely selfless, like human love is supposed to be.

(Breaking the Lance of Michael to save Cas - that was -

Also: recognizing Dean’s impatience and anger for what they were, and choosing to do the right thing even against his own interests -

- because, of course, Dean’s got a history of saying the wrong thing when he can’t deal with reality and other people’s feelings. That We don’t have time for your - for you was Nobody cares you’re broken all over again, and Crowley already gave his answer to that when he pointed out the Winchesters - and especially Sam, of course - have got plenty of faults of their own: And yet, I endure.)

And maybe Lucifer’s still got it, or maybe he simply watches the show, because he knows exactly where it hurts: “Do you really think they care about you? I mean, think about it, Crowley. They kill your kind. And you know... you know...it's only a matter of time before they come for you.”

(What worries me the most about this statement is that there’s no traditional happy ending in sight for Crowley; there never was. The only question at this point is which way this is going to go. Will Dean be forced to kill Crowley? Will Crowley sacrifice himself for Dean? Or will he, finally, become human? After all, Lucifer’s right: no matter what Crowley does or doesn’t do - and saving Cas’ life by destroying the most powerful weapon left on Earth, that’s a big favour to pay back - as long as he’s a demon, the Winchesters will never fully trust him, or even accept him. But if he were to become human...

It’s a big gamble, sure. Then again, Crowley’s much less calculating than he’d like people to think.)

From a Destiel point of view, someone should probably look at that diner scene again and check how it was shot - because I’ve got this feeling that the first time, it was from Cas’ perspective, and we spent a lot of time learning about what Dean wants in his sexual partners - but the second time, we saw it from Mary’s perspective, which means we spent more time actually noticing the way Dean looked at Cas. Also hearing Dean describe Cas as ‘shy, but devastatingly handsome’. Mh.

Again, all the kudos to the title, which basically refers to everyone except Sam and Dean, because, as I said, this wasn’t about them and yay!

The weapons and the gadgets and the special effects! Heart-eyes and grabby hands over here. More, please.

(Though I’m slightly disappointed that the Lance didn’t break the shovel’s handle on impact, but whatever.)

Immortal creatures collecting paintings instead of repeating high school for all eternity - much love for that.

Crowley calling everyone out on their shit, including the screenwriters’ indulgence in silly rhymes - aaaaw. You do you, sweetheart.

(The fact Crowley was genuinely saddened by the prospect of Cas dying - *cries forever*.)

“I don’t have friends.”

Mary - Mary continues to be an interesting character and also someone I wouldn’t invite over for dinner, which is perfectly fine and much better than the alternative. Though I am slightly disappointed by the fact she didn’t even try to come clean about the Colt. Guess her brand of unhinged is the same as John’s, after all - birds of a feather and all that.

Finally: the big Destiel moment. Look, I have to say - I’m as excited as anyone that Cas was fully recognized as family (because, yeah, no matter what Dean said, this was like the first time they don’t leave Cas out somewhere to die?) and I’m ecstatic by this confirmation that Cas understands what love is and feels it himself -

- but one, I’m worried about the effect this will have on Dean and two, I’m getting really tired of the ambiguity.

Because, well - this is the first time Dean hears it flat-out: he changed Cas, he destroyed Cas in almost every way that matters, in fact, and Cas is grateful for it and considers him family. Will this lessen the guilt Dean’s been experiencing for years, or will it increase it? Knowing Dean, I’m not optimistic.

And as for the other thing - look, no way that I love you was a singular, and directed at Dean. I’m just thinking from a translator’s point of view here - if I had to dub or sub something like this in a language with normal pronouns, I’d never use a singular - not in a million years. Cas’ never said anything like this before, he wasn’t looking at anyone when he said it, the sentence was preceded and followed by plural yous, and imo the only reason they included it at all (instead of going directly from You’re my family - which was clearly a plural - to I love all of you) was the usual subtextual bs they’ve been having fun with for eight seasons. Because this episode, like so many other Supernatural episodes, could have been 10/10 TV instead of the 9.6 it got on IMDb if they’d only stopped being weird about this. Don’t get me wrong - I love the uncertainty and the drama and the UST and this classic I’m not good enough for you so I won’t even try trope - love them - but they could still make it textual without ruining any of that. One conversation between Sam and Mary would be plenty enough. Two sentences and a half, and it’s canon, and Dean and Cas are still oblivious, and we’ve still got everything - but BAM - it’s not possible or probable queerbaiting anymore, it’s not this thing that mostly makes me bitter and gives me anxiety - no, now it’s a beautiful love story and everything’s alright with the world. 

At this point, it’s incredible how little it would take, really. Or, well - not incredible: supernatural.

[fandomspower]

Destiel fanfics...

Hello guys, how are you doing? Here it is, some recommandations of destiel fanfictions because I read really great stuff on fanfiction.net or AO3 that deserve recognition. So I’ll put the titles, the summaries and some thoughts and opinions about them. Enjoy!

WARNING: all stories will probably contain smut so if you don’t like it... Don’t say I didn’t warned you ;)

-Title: “Destiel Falling” (https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7570824/1/Destiel-Falling), by gaaps: Castiel went into the pits of Hell to save Dean. Now it's Dean's turn to save Castiel. Contains smut, fluff and some angst. Single chapter. Beautiful piece of art, touches you right in the feels with lots of emotional moments and a beautiful hand-writing. YOU MUST READ IT

-Title: Didn’t they teach you stranger danger in school? (https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8308060/1/Didn-t-they-teach-you-Stranger-Danger-in-school) by It.Is.Real: The pointless, plot-less rom-com AU where Dean accidently sends a text to the wrong number and finds himself interested in Castiel. Contains (kind of) smut and fluff. This one is quite particular in its narration but you get used to it, with a cute little relationship and great characters.

-Title: Missing Pictures (https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9615154/1/Missing-Pictures), by pelagia911: AU, A car accident leaves Dean and Castiel in bad shape, but when Castiel wakes up three months later with no memory of his life, Dean has to adjust and decide how much to tell Castiel and how much to leave him to learn again. Contains smut, fluff. A great little fanfic, with a really original story and a good writing!

-Title: Orpheus (http://archiveofourown.org/works/2364347/chapters/5220227) by sysrae: AU, The club is Dante's, the room is the Cage, and Dean is only there because he hates himself. He's buzzdrunk from the shots he had at the upstairs bar, and dizzy from the heat. Ugly music thumps his bones, the juddering bassline overlaid with exactly the sort of discordant techno-trash he otherwise wouldn't stomach in a fit. The Cage smells of sweat, sex and spilled beer, the tight space full of half- and near-naked bodies gyrating against each other and – shit, is that guy actually naked? He is, and the two men sandwiching him on the dancefloor look pretty pleased about it. Dean, in his jeans and tee, is practically overdressed, and as he stands there, equal parts aroused and ashamed, he has a brief moment of clarity. Get out. Go home. Stop punishing yourself.Almost, he does. But through the din and crush, he suddenly feels eyes on him, and when he finds their owner, he remembers why he came. Contains smut, angst, looooots of feels and fluff. OKAY THEN GUYS READ THIS ONE RIGHT NOW YOU WON’T REGRET IT. No seriously, this one is on my top 5, just mind-blowing! 

-Title: Every Inch (https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8985630/1/Every-Inch), by everycoinhastwosides: 'I know you Dean. I pieced you back together. I know what you like, what you want, what you need.'. Contains (kind of smut). Again, a peculiar one concerning the narration, but with lots of feelings and a absolutely amazing writing.

-Title: Closer (https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10550612/1/Closer) by intotheruins: Castiel helps Dean get through a cold, and Dean helps Castiel understand his urge to be closer to the hunter. Single chapter. Contains smut and fluff. UGHGHH this one if one of my favourite destiel fanfic! It’s quite long (maybe a little to much at the begginning?) but totally worth it when we see the result at the end. Gorgeous writing and beautiful story! 

-Title: Say Something (http://archiveofourown.org/works/4509762/chapters/10256823?view_adult=true) , by JhanaMay: AU, No matter how difficult he can be, Dean loves his son. Raising him alone after his mother died hasn't been easy, but with the support of his family and friends, Dean has made it work. Now that Ben is starting kindergarten, Dean hopes that he can finally relax a little, but the challenges Ben faces at school make Dean realize that their struggles are just beginning. When Ben is assigned a new support teacher, Dean finds that Ben isn't the only Winchester who has a problem dealing with change. Contains smut and fluff and a little bit of angst. Guys, YOU MUST read this fanfiction. Another master-piece. The author invented a brillant story, realistic and beautiful like we love them, with a gorgeous writing.

-Title: Shorten the distance (http://archiveofourown.org/works/1035468/chapters/2064625) by GhostGarrison: AU, "Nerdytr3nchcoat" and "Impala67" weren't looking for romance on the dating website called 'dateangels.com'. Castiel was looking for friends and Dean was just looking to get his nagging brother off his back. What they didn't expect to find was each other. I loooove this one, although there are only three chapters, they are really long but allow us to really connect and love the characters as the author portrays them, and it creates something beautiful.

-Title: Bloodied feathers and broken wings (http://archiveofourown.org/works/9276626), by evilwriter37: Castiel is captured and tortured by Mr. Ketch. Sam and Dean have to deal with the aftermath and try to put him back together. Single chapter. Contains torture and lots and lots and lots of angst. Well... this one... is really very painful to read actually, because as it is said in the summary, our Castiel is been tortured and it is really awful to witness (if you don’t like that kind of story, then don’t click really). But since I love angst and see my favorite characters suffer (i’m not even joking), I absolutely love this fanfic!

-Title: The Turmoil (http://archiveofourown.org/works/9843638), by my_soul_is_fire: (Castiel thought Dean understood that these three words were meant for him only. He thought he was about to be free, for he wouldn't have to face Dean's reaction once he'd be dead. But it's not like anything ever goes the way he wants.)Torn between the desire to admit his feelings and the one to keep Dean's friendship, certain he came close to making a mistake, Cas promises himself he will not try to open his heart again.But sometimes, feelings are too heavy to be carried and suddenly, he's a world tumbling down and Dean is left alone with his thoughts and too many words left unsaid, as well with two broken hearts to heal... Contains angst. Single chapter. this fanfiction is a coda from 12x12 (Stuck in the Middle with you), because I’m sorry but the “I love you” scene was totally destiel and I couldn’t help myself at went looking on AO3 and finally found this beauty! 

-Title: A Turn of the Earth (http://archiveofourown.org/works/5138552/chapters/11825306) by mishcollin: Dean’s your typical half-orphaned, monster-killing 22-year-old until a trenchcoated stranger crashes into his back windshield one September night, claiming he’s an angel that knows him from the future and that he’s on the run.Frigging fantastic.(Or, in which Castiel gets stuck in Dean’s timeline preseries and Dean kind of hates it—until he doesn’t.). Contains smut and angst. OH MY CHUCK PEOPLE I can’t even begin to describe my love for this one! It is simply a beautiful work of art that made my cry and laughed and cry again because of all the feelings and it is a story you have to read absolutely!

-Title: Ignore the Butterflies: Best friend advise from Dean Winchester (http://archiveofourown.org/works/6564142/chapters/15018709) by impatient14: AU, What do you get when you add Firefighter!Dean to standoffish-Doctor!Castiel? A thousand other fics, you say? Aaaand what’s your point exactly??!?! Dean likes his doctor, but his doctor doesn’t like him.Accidental friendship ensues, heartwarming bonding type moments occur, and oops!friends become best!friends.But best friends aren’t supposed to feel the way Dean feels about Castiel. He knows this. So he ignores all the things that he can’t help feeling. When he sits and watches a movie with his best friend or when they are arguing about which method of coffee brewing is best, he pointedly doesn’t look at his friends lips, or the adorable way he tilts his head when he doesn’t understand.Dean ignores his feelings.That’s the way he knows how to keep his best friend.Just ignore the butterflies. Contains smut and fluff. And here is the last one for now, another amazing fanfiction, full of feels and with a great writing. The author just tortures us because of the ust but it is so worth it, the creativity and amazingness of the story is mind-blowing.

Here we go, I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did! I’ll probably post other stuff like this if you’d like. Bye dear destiel shippers, love you all!

[luciisthebest]

Leave

Pairing: Arthur Ketch x Reader 

Summary: The reader is tired of how Mr. Ketch treats her and decides to leave. 

Warnings: Angst, Smansgt, smut, unprotected sex, sort of rough. 

Word Count: 1,045

A/N: This is for @faith-in-dean‘s BMoL Writing Challenge. I had the prompt  “No! I won’t be your secret.” This was lots of fun to write, I hope you guys enjoy!

Waking up, you found the spot next to you empty. Not a big surprise but it still hurt, like an idiot you had fallen for Arthur. But a man like him never stayed, to him you were just a convenient lay nothing more. There was no reason to stay, Ketch was long gone and when he needed you again he would find you.

It was always like this. Every time you hoped it would be different, but it never was. Grabbing your clothes off the floor, you quickly threw them back on not bothering to shower. Grabbing your overnight bag you headed for the door, opening it you found Arthur standing on the side, getting ready to knock.

“Ketch? What are doing?” You raised an eyebrow at him confused at why he was standing there.

“So it’s Ketch now? I’m only Arthur when we fuck?” He scowled at you.

This pissed you off. This was just proof to you that you were nothing to him. “You know what? I’m done Arthur! I’m not going to be your call girl anymore. I’m not a toy to be played with and used. And since that’s all I am to you, you can leave and never contact me again!” You shouted at him and then attempted to slam the door in his face.

“Oh I don’t think so.” He caught the door before it slammed. Pushing his way into the room, anger poured off of him in waves.

Backing away from him, you tried to put as much distance between the two of you as possible. You didn’t think he would hurt you but you’d never seen him this angry before. “I want- you need to leave.” You stammered out.

Ketch simply ignored you and moved closer to you. “You think you can get rid of me just like that?” His eyes were dark, like an oncoming storm.

“I figured you would be grateful.” You hissed in response, glaring at him.

“You don’t know a thing. I’ve protected you.” He clenched his jaw trying to contain his rage.

Giving him a look of disdain, you couldn’t hold you anger back anymore. Storming up to him you got in his face. “Protected me?” You shouted. “From what?” You jabbed him in the chest with your finger. “For you information I can protect myself and I’m sick and tired of all this sneaking around! You act like I’m your dirty secret, like if anybody finds out your reputation will be destroyed.” At this point tears were welling up in your eyes.

“That’s not-” Ketch tried to interrupt but you weren’t done with him.

“No! I won’t be your secret. Not anymore. I’m not your toy and I’m not your secret. You’re an asshole Ketch and yet I still love you.“ Realizing what you had just said you instantly started backing away from him again.

Ketch stared at with a look of shock on his face. But before you knew it, a cold mask of indifference settled on his face. “All you need to know is that if people knew you and I were together you would be dead.”

“And that makes this ok?” You couldn’t even meet his eyes anymore. Your heart was hurting and you needed some time alone. “Just go Ketch, stop trying to protect me and leave.”

“I bloody knew this would happen.” You could tell Ketch was about to loss it.

Making your decision, you again picked up your bag and headed to the door. If he wouldn’t leave then you would.

Ketch stepped in front of you before you reached the door. “Get out of my way.” You growled at him.

“I’m can’t let you leave.” He glared at you, daring you to challenge him.

“Why?” You glared back at him as you crossed you arms.

“Because…” Ketch seemed at a loss for words.

“Exactly.” You knew he wouldn’t have a good response. Pushing past him you reached for the door. Without warning Ketch spun you around and kissed you hard on the mouth.

“Because you’re mine.” He growled against your mouth. “And I’m not letting you go.” He whispered as his lips then ghosted down your neck.

“We shouldn’t…” you felt your resolve already weakening. Grabbing his hair you pulled him back up, kissing him.

With one swift movement Ketch already had your jeans unzipped and you were shimmying your way out of them. Reaching down he literally tore your underwear off and tossed them to the side.

“Hey I liked those.” You gave him a pouty face.

Ketch just rolled his eyes and then unzipped his pants. Removing himself from them, he once again pushed up against you. A yelp of surprise escaped you when your back hit the wall. Nothing about this was going to be gentle, Ketch was showing you that you belong to him, and in his own way he was claiming you.

Ketch began to nip his way down your neck and with out warning he pushed into you, filling you up completely.

“You’re mine, and I’m never letting you go.“ Ketch hissed as he began pounding into you.

Moans escaped your mouth as you threw your head back. The pain of your head impacting the wall only heighten the pleasure you were feeling.

“That’s right, moan for me, scream my name.” he growled out as he began to move faster.

“Arthur, please.“ You begged loudly.

"Keep begging like that and I just might let you come.” Arthur grunted, pounding into your harder than he had ever before.

“Please let me come,” you screamed out.

Arthur must have found that satisfactory because he changed his angle just slightly, hitting your g-spot.

“Arthur!“ you screamed as you came hard, clenching around him.

“You’re mine, and you’re never leaving.” Arthur groaned, his thrusts became sloppy as he spilled his seed into you.

Resting his head on your shoulder, he caught he breath. Every so often he placed small kisses on your neck. You almost missed it but then Ketch whispered something you had never expected.

“I love you too.” He said it so quietly you thought you had made it up. But it was real and in that moment it was enough, enough for you to stay and fight for him.

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[durenjtmusings]

Interesting. It seems to me that part of being hired to act as a named character on Supernatural should be a down and dirty orientation to Fandom and Fanfiction. I mean-you should know what you are letting your self in for, right? On the other hand, perhaps NOT telling folks is part of the hazing/practical joke ethos of the Supernatural set. "Hey David, did you know Ketch has already been shipped with Castiel and Sam on A03? Here, read THIS!" [read the tags!] - Castiel and Mr. Ketch. by TaymeeLove https://archiveofourown.org/works/9614810 - Mr Ketch by topnotchcockles https://archiveofourown.org/works/9801308 - Catch me (because I didn't know I'm falling) by sureiminsane https://archiveofourown.org/works/9811979

[faith-in-dean]

Kendricks: A Hell on Earth - One

Summary: Due to a given promise of your parents, you were sold off to be a student at Kendricks University. Nothing seemed right, all the people were stuck up. Your professor was an asshole. An asshole that would wrap you around his finger and make your life hell.

Words: 1034

Pairing: Eventual Professor!Arthur Ketch x Reader

General Warnings: Angst, Violence, Murder, Character Death, Smut, eventual Dub-Con, Unprotected Sex, Cheating, Manipulation, Abusive Relationship (Some of these are not final and there might be warnings that need to be added as the story goes on. Not every warning counts in for every Chapter)

A/N: This is a Series I’ve had in my drafts for a long time and finally got around to write. This is a University AU with the twist of it being in the British Men of Letters style. I hope to post this once a week(every Sunday) and am dying to receive your feedback.

Masterpost

Loud noises from downstairs came to your attention. You hadn't thought your parents would expect any guests this day, after all, they would have told you if there was someone coming to visit you.

Usually, they would always make sure you would be at home when they were expecting someone, for whatever reason. But today you were supposed to be at work. Maybe they just forgot.

Sighing, you decided to go and check it out. When you entered the room, a group of suited men and women came into view.

“Uh, did something happen?” You asked, drawing your parents’ attention to you.

“Sweetie, pack your stuff, you're going with these people,” your father said, making you furrow your brows.

“I'm not going with anyone. I'm an adult and can decide for my own,” you insisted, making one of the ladies turn towards you.

“I'm afraid you don't have a chance, Miss Y/L/N,” her eyes lingered on you.

“Oh, watch me,” crossing your arms in front of your chest, you stared her down.

“Darling, please just go with them,” pleaded your mother.

“Why would I?! I don't even know these people!” For whatever reason, your parents were against you and you had no idea why.

“Because if you don't, we'll kill your parents in front of you before we'll kill you,” a man now said, making your heart stop in your chest. Just who were those people and what would they do with you?

“Now, it will be easier if you cooperate and do as your father has asked you. We're leaving in ten minutes, whether we have to force you or not,” the woman said again.

“I hate you,” you hissed at your parents before you stormed upstairs to pack a bag. You surely didn't want to but you also didn't want either of your parents or yourself to die and so you compelled yourself to pack.

The group of people was waiting at your front door when you came back down.

“We're so sorry, darling,” your mother said but you didn't believe one thing and so you just silently followed the people into a black van.

“You're now a member of the British Men of Letters and will learn at Kendricks. Here's a letter from your parents, explaining your situation,” the man said, handing you a letter which you reluctantly opened the letter.

Dear Y/N,

When you read this letter, you might be on your way to London already. You will be starting a career at a one of a kind University. We wish you could have decided for yourself but we didn't have much of a choice. The people you are facing, have helped us once and had us promise to hand you over once the time was right or they would have killed us. Hopefully, you will be treated right and have a good life there.

We love you,

Mom and Dad

Tears were beginning to run down your face. How could they just mindlessly sell you off? Whatever gave them the right to do that? You were heartbroken.

“That's what family is. Nothing but pain but don't worry, you will feel none of that at our school,” the lady said.

Yeah, because they seemed like they were going to be so much better. Why didn't you just run when you could? Probably because you'd be dead at this point.

You had been just as silent as the stick-up-their-ass looking people had been on the whole journey to London.

The building was huge and far from the city in a small forest area. Because they didn't need to be shadier. There wasn't much going on inside the building, a few people passed by but no one said anything.

Eventually, you were lead into a huge conference room, where another few people were waiting.

“Finally we can start,” a man with a straight face, dark brown hair and dressed in a dark blue suit.

Was this place full of people like this? Maybe you should have let them kill you after all.

“I am Mr. Ketch and I will teach you our ways. You will learn about our rules and actions as time goes on. Some will be hard, some will be even harder. But you either live with it or you don't live at all. I'll expect you tomorrow, in our first lesson. Don't be late,” he said before leaving the room.

“What an ass,” you muttered to yourself.

“Two of you will each be assigned with an older member of the British Men of Letters. They will show you to your room, hand out your uniforms and will show you around. I'm Dr. Hess and your mistakes will be delivered to me and I will decide over your punishment,” the elderly woman said.

A blonde lady came over to you and another brunette girl.

“I'm Lady Bevell and will show you around now,” she didn't even wait up for you as she headed off.

All of this place seemed so wannabe great. The people pretended to be better than each other and you were sure you were going crazy already.  

And the uniforms you had to wear? Did they think you were in Hogwarts? Hopefully, your roommate would be better to be around with.

You didn't have much of a room to express yourself in your own dorm, well, what did you expect. But at least it was a quiet place to just focus on yourself for a while.

“I'm Mikayla, by the way. Sorry, we didn't have much time for that earlier,” the brunette introduced herself, plopping down on her bed with a sigh.

“Don't worry about it. I'm Y/N. And this place sucks. What even are these uniforms?” a sigh left you as well.

“Were you also forced here? Also, I wouldn't talk bad about this place too loudly, who knows who listens,” Mikayla shrugged a bit.

“I was. Seems like my parents sold me off,” you scoffed, “you're right. But you seem like a good person to be around with, so I'll rely on you.”

At least one sane person was around you. But just how bad was it going to get?

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[faith-in-dean]

Damn The Twins

Summary: Alexander and Arthur Ketch have been spinning your mind around ever since you had gotten to know them. A tragic event made you think Alexander had been dead for years. Only now the truth would uncover itself.

Words: 1633

Pairing: Arthur Ketch x Reader/ Alexander Ketch x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Talk about Murder, Fighting, Smut, Unprotected Sex, Public Sex (Kind of)

A/N: @melodymishahiddlestan gave me the idea to this fic, it had just taken me a while to get it written cause I’m not really satisfied with how it turned out. Italic are past events. Thanks to @cravingforwords for betaing this for me!

You didn't believe your ears when you heard Arthur was back. For all you knew, the mission of the British Men of Letters in America had failed and nobody came out alive.

Not even their best assassin Arthur Ketch. Which had shocked everyone. But suddenly the man reappeared on the Old Men’s radar and now it was your turn to go and eliminate him since he went against the rules of the Code.

You were still furious with him ever since his elimination of Alexander. And it had been more than a decade since it had happened.

Maybe this was the time for your revenge. Even if you had found him just as interesting back in the day.

~~~

“Hey, Y/N! Want to hang out with Arthur and me?” Alexander asked once you had been able to go from your classes at Kendricks. Of course, you wouldn't say no.

You loved spending every possible second with the Ketch twins and that may or may not had been because you were sort of crushing on both of them.

There was a time you had your troubles getting back into form. You just had to take part in a battle and at your age, it had been more damaging than anything.

And even though it wasn't allowed, Alexander came and snuck in some of your favorite candy that he managed to get on an outing. He stole it because he knew you'd be having a bad time and he surely saved your day.

Arthur wouldn't reveal much of himself whenever you were in private but when you trained together, so many different sides of him came to show.

Arthur was an excellent student. No matter what weapon you handed him, he always hit the target. He always managed to hit the spot he needed to. And if he didn't, things got dirty with him.

No two seconds later he would begin to get mad at himself and needed someone to calm him down before he could continue with his training.

You just had been so torn between them. And they both knew it. And as much as teen boys could, they would keep teasing you about it.

~~~

Through all the years your crush had stayed, though you were becoming more and more fond of the softer Ketch twin, Alexander.

Everybody knew relationships weren't bound to last under the British Men of Letters. If they could happen at all. For all you knew, you could be ordered to kill the other and you wouldn't have another choice. Not even family was spared.

And so it came for the Twins.

Everything you knew, was that Arthur and Alexander were put against each other, one has to kill the other. And you couldn't stress more about the situation.

You liked them both, you didn't want either one of them to die. Though you knew there was no way around it. Your heart was aching as you waited for one of the brothers to leave the room.

“Alexander?!” You jumped up once the door had opened.

“Arthur,” was the only reply you got. And for some reason, that answer made you extremely angry. You knew he didn't have a choice but you also couldn't believe it.

“How could you! You're horrible!” Arthur's head came to face you.

“Oh, what would Alexander be if he was the one leaving that room?”

You didn't have an answer. You really didn't and so you stayed in silence.

“I thought so,” he said and left without another word. And you let him leave. Why would you make him stay if he wasn't the one your heart belonged to.

You felt lost, slowly stepping into the room to see the bloody, lifeless body. Sickness came over you and you quickly rushed back to your dorm. You just needed time for yourself.

~~~

It wasn't necessarily hard to track down Arthur. He had been leaving his traces and with the help of the Winchesters, you were on his back quicker than anyone could have thought.

He had been just on his way to find another witch when you caught him, shooting a bullet right into the tire of his motorcycle.

The bike began shaking beneath him, throwing him off a few moments later. That was your chance.

You were sneaking up and expected everything. Arthur had always been a challenge to fight. Even if you haven't been involved with him, you knew his techniques.

And you knew he would've been ready to fight back. Sure he was.

He had been all over you once you reached him, a fist fight and near wrestling taking over as you tried to follow your task, to eliminate him.

At least that had been on your mind until he performed that one move you only recognized from one person.

Alexander.

But how could it be? Why would he have pretended to be Arthur?

The whole situation had thrown you so off-guard, Arthur - or Alexander - had taken over, his knee pressing into your chest as he pressed a knife against your throat.

“Alexander?” You muttered, looking up at him as you had your troubles breathing.

“Y/N. Took you long enough,” he said, face with a blank expression.

“How… Why?” You asked, keeping your thoughts on the situations you had been in as well.

“I lived, I won, I lied,” Alexander shrugged and you finally struggled yourself free, standing up with him, your body tense.

“Why would you lie about it? What's the point?!” You asked, anger overcoming you once again. All these times of pain and heartbreak and now you were just to accept he had been alive all along?

“Arthur has always been the better twin. Everyone was putting money on his ability. What a shame would it have been if they knew Arthur never made it out of that room?” Alexander pretended as if it was the most normal thing to fake your own death and pretend to be your twin brother.

“You're an arsehole! You knew what I have been feeling for you! You knew I wanted nothing more than for you to come out of that room!” you exclaimed, your feelings taking over you. No matter how professional you wanted to be, Alexander threw it all over.

“Oh? Just what have you been feeling?” he asked as if he didn’t know. As if nothing had ever mattered.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know! You know exactly what I felt for-” before you could even answer, Alexander pressed you against a nearby tree, kissing you deeply as he did so.

At first, you were taken off-guard and no matter how much you knew that you shouldn’t do this, it felt too good to break it. And so you returned the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him in closer.

A few years ago, you had been dying to feel this. You still had been dying to, you just didn’t know.

Alexander pressed against you, his intention clear as he rutted against you. But who were you to push him away? This was all you ever wanted. And so you let him.

Hands explored each other's bodies, tugging at what clothing you had until one of Alexander’s fingers slipped into your pants. A light gasp left your mouth when you felt him press in between your folds, playing at your entrance before lightly dipping in.

His fingers had moved as if you were an instrument he was learning to play, slow and exploring every inch, every side of you, finding spots that would make you feel good. Quiet moans left your mouth, Alexander catching each one in a kiss.

Finally, he began undoing your pants, pushing them down along with your panties.

“We’re in public,” you reminded him but didn’t necessarily stop him. You couldn’t care less where he fucked you, as long as he did.

“That’s the thrill I love,” he had a sly smirk on his face and turned you to face the tree, pulling down your pants just a bit more before he freed himself.

You braced yourself against the tree as much as you could, turning your head to face Alexander as he gave himself a few strokes and finally lined himself up at you vagina, pushing into you all at once.

His hands held onto your waist, keeping a firm grip on you while he slowly began to move.

It felt like everything you ever needed. Nobody had ever felt as good as he did. And it seemed like he fit you just perfectly. Moans left your mouth whenever he filled you up, every inch of him slowly stretching you.

He kept up a slow pace for a few moments before Alexander began to easily pound into you. Your knees went weak and your head fell back as you still tried your best to hold yourself up.

Alexander couldn’t keep back his groans either as he fucked you. He had picked his pace up once more and let one of his hands slide to your clit, rubbing it as he pushed you over the edge.

Your walls contracted around him while your fingers dug into the tree as much as you could as you came, mouth hanging open from the sensation.

He followed not long after, pressing deep inside you as you felt him fill you up, his hot and sticky cum coating your walls.

“I was supposed to kill you, not fuck you,” you finally managed to say after the two of you came down from your highs and dressed up again.

“Well, I’m afraid I can’t let you do that,” Alexander said before easily knocking you out.

Next thing you knew, you were tied to a chair, nothing but darkness surrounding you. Just what did you get yourself into.

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