#no spoilers under the cut... just an outfit I snagged really fast

[prismbearer]

Took some chances with Feana that I normally did not in EA and now I am actually really attached to her new look.

Also... this fit that I just picked up...

I really do like the drow armor colored in purple with the green notes for her, but I was getting sick of looking at it.

[bjy-on-ao3]

Fic Friday: Hungry Like The Wolf

As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page.)

Bit of a suspension of belief involved in the setup here. I don’t really have a viable reason WHY this would be happening here, but it felt like the best place for this particular concept, so bear with me. Title is after the Duran, Duran song, because the lyrics seemed fitting on the surface, and the name ends being kind of punny.

(Also a thank you to Petaldances for basically beta'ing this for me and catching all my weird little mistakes.)

Summary Reader gets caught up in a passionate and primal game with a certain detective turned Phantom Thief.

Tags/Warnings

Biting, Creampie, Metaverse, Metaverse S*x, Outdoor S*x, Persona 5 Strikers Spoilers, Predator/Prey, Reader-Insert, Rough S*x, Shameless Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal S*x

Hungry Like The Wolf (F! Reader/Zenkichi Hasegawa)

You couldn’t count how long it had been since you started running. Had it been a minute? Five? Fifteen? You weren’t sure. Time was the last thing on your mind as you bolted down the empty streets. All that was on your mind was to run as far and fast as you could. All you had to go on was the burning in your legs and chest and the swiftly passing city blocks.

You stopped, spinning in place so quickly it nearly made you dizzy, and you stumbled, catching yourself before you toppled over.  Your eyes darted about wildly, heart pounding in your chest and your breath coming in out in short, panting puffs. Even if you didn’t know how long you had run for, you had to have at least gained a good deal of headway, right? There was no sign of anyone or anything around you, save for the eerie atmosphere of the metaverse itself. No people, no shadows, no nothing, simply you and the silence of a false city. Though still you felt unsettled, ever sense wired and on alert, waiting for when the silence would shatter into a million fragile pieces.

It was the sound of boot heels scuffing the pavement that broke the silence and set you off again, bolting off down the route you thought best with a quick glance. Yet the sound of boots didn’t die away, as it had when you had first ran, no matter how hard you pushed yourself. No, it echoed in your ears, growing louder and clearer even, and you willed yourself to run faster, lest the game come to an abrupt end. But even with the added talents that came with the strange world of cognition, you could only run so fast and so far before you were caught. Your last choice was to hide, even if it there was no true escape. The thought of capture made your heart drum a somehow heavier rhythm, and wracked your body with pins and needles of adrenaline.

Even if hiding was likely to be a fruitless effort in the end, you had to try. You couldn’t give up without exhausting every avenue available to you and using every bit of your wits. You had no other choice either, not when the sound of your tail was so hot in pursuit, and steadily gaining no matter how much ground you covered. At this rate, it would be only a couple minutes, if you were lucky, before your pursuer caught up with you.

You veered sharply, ducking and weaving past cars and light posts and distorted obstacles otherwise out of place in a typical cityscape. With one final burst of speed, you sprinted through a narrow alley and past the corners of several buildings. Finally, you spied a small alcove amongst one of the building exteriors, and hurriedly tucked yourself into it and the shadows it provided. You flattened yourself back against the bricks, trying to blend in with the darkness. You covered your mouth and nose with one gloved hand to suppress the ragged breaths spilling from your lips, and cast your gaze warily out on the cognitive city.

For an instant, all was still, though the sounds that alerted you to your pursuer’s presence were evident nearby even then. Your breath stalled in your throat as you watched him come into sight, slowing from a run to a cautious walk. Clad from head to toe in black leather and silver trim and metal, he cut an imposing figure. Your eyes lingered over the various weapons strapped and holstered on his person, adding a greater air of menace, before turning your attention to his masked face. Even with the mask, you could tell he was watching keenly, searching for even the tiniest sign of where you had gone. You thought your heart might erupt from your chest when he looked straight at you, or rather straight at your hiding place. You didn’t dare make a sound, didn’t dare breathe, didn’t dare even blink, lest he find you somehow.

But he looked away, and you could breathe again, still trying to stifle it against your palm. You couldn’t make yourself move a muscle yet, though. Not until he broke into a jog again, and then a sprint, heading down the block. You waited in your hiding spot a while longer, wanting to be positive he was far gone enough that you could no longer hear him anywhere nearby. Finally, you withdrew from your cover, eyes wide as if if it would help you peer more easily through the dusky light. Your heart raged in your chest, unwilling to calm down, and your mouth was dry, your body hot and tingly and jittery all over.

You swept the area once, twice, three times, and nothing met your eyes. Nor did anything alert your ears. A light fog was settling over the area, making it hard to see very far away. Though the same fog would likely impair his sight, too. Staying on edge, you went about getting your bearings to head back to your rendezvous point. Your thought processes were abruptly interrupted, however, by the sudden gnawing sense you weren’t alone anymore. The hair on the back of your neck and arms stood on end, and you whirled in place once more, coming face-to-face, or mask-to-mask, rather, with the man clad in archaic black leather and metal.

Instinctively, you tried to make a break for it. But he seemed to have been expecting that, and before you could dart away again, resuming the chase, his arms lashed out. He caught you half-turned, looping his arms around your midsection and pulling you fast against you. You squirmed and struggled for a moment against the tight embrace, gloved fingers digging roughly but uselessly into the leather of his clothes and failing to accomplish much. His strength suppressed yours, and his hold was a vice you couldn’t pry apart. All your effort gained you was knocking off the wide-brimmed hat topping his head. You stopped, deciding to save your energy, eyeing the man with full attention.

“You know, you’re a lot faster than you look.” His voice was smooth and level, as if he hadn’t been pelting after you in hot pursuit for god knows how long. “But being fast isn’t enough,” he informed you, releasing part of his hold to reach up and pull down the sharply angled mask hiding his face. Mischief and satisfaction gleamed in the dark eyes behind it.

The cocky tone in his voice reinvigorated your will to escape, out of sheer stubbornness or a second wind, you weren’t sure. You punished against his grasp again suddenly, weakened now that he held onto you with only one arm. His mask slipped through his fingers and tumbled to the ground when you tried to take advantage of the perceived moment of overconfidence. But his hand snapped out in a flash, and the arm still wrapped around you squeezed tighter. His fingers curled back to grasp the base of your skull, catching in your hair. Between the strengthened coil of his arm and the new grip above your neck, your chances of breaking free became even more abysmal in an instant.

“It’d be enough for someone who doesn’t know me, Wolf,” you argued. Your words sounded irritable and casual, though the thundering pulse in your ears threatened to block out your voice.

“Shame for you I do then, huh?” Wolf - or Zenkichi, as you knew outside the confines of the metaverse - sounded very pleased with himself.

Between the smooth sound of his voice and how close you were caught against him, the tingling feeling of adrenaline that had rolled through you before during the chase had morphed into something stronger, though just as primal. Ravenous and hot, it let you tense and burning up, waiting to see what would happen next.

He didn’t give you time to retort to his quip, spinning around with you still held tight in his grasp. He leapt forward, and the world lurched and shifted, until you felt the familiar scrape and snag of rugged stone catching your clothes. You were breathless as Zenkichi leaned in, releasing you from his embrace in favor of caging you in against the building wall with his body. A sidelong glance revealed you were back in the alcove you had hidden in before. Looking to Zenkichi, wearing a grin that was equal parts knowing and cheeky, told you he had been well aware of your hiding spot. He had known where you were as soon as he looked straight toward you.Failing to notice you had been only a pretense to lure you into letting down your guard. You had walked right into his hands.

But there was little time to dwell on your mistakes; the hunt had come to a close, and it was time for the hunter to indulge in his prey. Zenkichi reminded you of that clearly as he bent down with his fingers remaining snared in your hair, using his grip to coax your head back. He left a trail of fervent kisses and sharp nips along your throat, left bare by your outfit. Beaten in your game, you gave in, leaning back against the brick, letting him pin your body there. And arching into the fiery touch of his lips. He said nothing, but as his lips skated over your pulse, hammering in your throat, you felt his lips quirk. A satisfied smile that was forgotten about as quickly as it had come as he continued to ravage your neck.

It wasn’t long before the assault on your skin turned you into a mewling mess pushed against the stone, plaint and hot under his lips. There was a fervor fueling the press of his lips, the stroke of his tongue, the pinch of his teeth. The same fervor burning in you as well, roaring through you and boiling your blood. The unyielding buckles of his several belts were hard and unpleasant, pressing into you so forcefully, but another hardness stood out as well, one far more pleasant and enticing.

Your hips twitched reflexively against his when a well-placed bit made you moan openly into the empty air. A hiss slipped through Zenkichi’s lips, and his actions paused for an instant, before renewing with a vigor. The new effort made you cry out all over again. But he was only satisfied with the small tastes of kisses and bites for so long. He was hungry for so much more, and you were all too pleased to surrender and let him devour you.

The world whirled again, and your eyes shot wide with surprise for a second, before Zenkichi’s hand between your shoulders pressed you forward, back against the wall, pinning you place once more. Your cheek and chest met the stone, your mask shielding you from some of the scrape of the bricks, and you stilled again. A shudder of anticipation rolled through you at the slow creep of his hand lower, and lower, tracing over the curve of your back and the swell of your ass. The wandering hand moved back up, joining its twin and curling beneath the waist of your pants, and tugging them down swiftly.

Your own hands, now lying flat against the bricks, dug at the rough service when his hands inched back up, one stopping to roughly knead a handful of your ass, while the other cupped your center through damp panties. Two leather-clad fingers hooked beneath the fabric, pushing it aside before disappearing past it and between your lips, searching. They found their quarry smoothly enough, sinking into your hole to the knuckles, before pumping in and out. A whine a murmured ‘ fuck ’ burst from you, and you clung to the wall tighter, desperate for something the latch onto, even if the abrasive surface made your fingertips sting.

The finger-fucking didn’t last very long though, enough to make you needy and tense, and when he withdrew his fingers from your slick cunt you managed to turn your gaze back and peek at him. You swallowed hard and your pussy throbbed when th sight of him putting two fingers to his lips met your eyes, the material glistening with your wetness. He cleaned each finger quickly, at the same time seeming to relish the taste of you on the leather.

His glance met yours, pupils dilated so wide you could barely made out the color beyond them, hunger and ardor boring into you. It was a wild and intense expression, borne from the cocktail of lust and adrenaline the lust had filled you bow with; one you hadn’t seen before on Zekichi’s face. But it wasn’t frightful, save for perhaps how much it ignited your own desire. Unabled to hold his gaze any longer, you turned back to eye the bricks, another shiver wracking you.

The crunch of leather and the clink of metal behind you made you even more taut with excitement, and you squeezed your thighs together to quiet the demanding ache between them as you waited. The mood was running too hot - searing you both - for you to need to wait very long, though. Even that brief wait felt like far too much, far too long long in your heated mind and surely in his.

You nearly groaned in relief as the thick head of his cock pushed through your soaked lips, and you weren’t sure how you resisted the urge to slam your hips back and impale yourself on his length. Greedy hands latched onto your hips, fingertips digging hard into your skin with each new inch that entered you. A sharp inhale and a heady, feral groan drew your attention, but you didn’t dare capture that primal gaze again, not when you were already so on edge. You might explode from the sheer desire coursing through you if you chanced it.

Hallways inside, Zenkichi threw any shred of remaining patience to the wind, rolling his hips forward and sheathing himself the rest of the way inside, jostling you against the wall. You ignored the jolt and the burn in your fingertips, clinging to the bricks as if they were your lifeline. The only thing on your mind was the length of him buried hard and deep inside, the fullness complemented by a hot ache. He leaned forward, his body pushing more flush against yours, pressing his lips back to your neck.

Words ghosts over your skin, muffled, and when they reached you, they were gravelly and breathless, but shaky. “Didn’t think you’d be so into this.” The words were quiet, almost as if he were speaking to himself rather than you. “Fuck, didn’t think I’d be so into this.” The rest came as an afterthought, punctuated by a growling moan.

You couldn’t bring yourself to refute his words, even silently, nor did you want to. Your moans half-stifled by the bricks were enough on their own, not even considering your inability to think about much else other than his dick driving in and out of you.

His hips rocked harder, faster, and his breath grew heavier, broken when he pressed more sloppy bites and kisses to your skin. Some were careless enough that might have caused you to wince, had you been in a less aroused state of mind. As it was, each new sensation, whether painful or enjoyable, blended together into a swirling ball of desire and heat that made you more lost with each one. The desperate rut of him against you, the tight grip on your hips sure to leave a few finger-shaped marks, and the smothering heat of his body, contrasting with the cool, rough stone in places where your bare skin touched it. It was all pushing you faster and faster towards the peak and threatening to shove you over.

Beyond the pair of you, the world stayed silent and still, shattered by the myriad of shamelessly obscene sounds pouring from your mouth and Zenkichi’s. The rustle of leather joined the sound of skin slapping together rhythmically and the gasp of panting breath. He was saying something in your ear, something you couldn’t quite make out, unsure whether it was a curse or praise or complete gibberish. You cried out his name, or rather, the name you were supposed to call him then, ‘ Wolf’. The word rolled so easily off your tongue, again and again, like some strange prayer.

Everything was adding up, your breathing shorter and more ragged, and you couldn’t keep yourself from grinding back into every hard thrust. A sharp, unexpected slap on your ass made you hiss between your teeth, but otherwise just encouraged you to buck back into him with more enthusiasm. Your belly and the muscles in your thighs felt so achingly tense, and your legs quivered beneath you. You found yourself fleetingly thankful the weight of his body held you to the wall. The thought was swept away though as the sensations peaked, and you weren’t sure if you could it much longer.

In a single, smooth motion, Zenkichi wrapped one arm around your waist, his fingertips skimming over your skin until the gloved digits found your clit, rubbing quick, tight circles. It was the final puzzle piece you needed to come undone, nearly screaming your satisfaction to the empty block. Zenkichi cursed into your shoulder, your cunt intent on enticing him to spill himself inside of you and join you in ecstasy. By the pitch of his hot breath, and the several following crass words, he was having a hard time resisting it.

His fingers stroked you through your orgasm, the waves of bliss ebbing into oversensitive pulses that made you squirm and try not to thrash your head against the stone, whimpering. His hands stiffened and stilled with his hips as he finished, a few last thrusts pumping you so full of cum that when he stopped moving, a warmth trickled down one of your inner thighs.

You whined when he moved to pull back, unsure if you were protesting his withdrawal or how it made you shudder with lingering oversensitivty. Zenkichi rested a hand on your shoulder after pulling out, and you felt his breath washing over your skin, making goosebumps rise on it all over again. You were loathe to move and shattered the serene, exhausted moment, and the pleasant haze that accompanied it. But there was a time to bask and relax, and you could do that later, once you had taken your leave from the metaverse.

Zenkichi stepped back, and you heard him redoing his belts and adjusting and smoothing his own outfit. You turned to face him, slowly, leaning against the wall and holding onto the bricks to ensure you stayed on your feet. You realized your mask was crooked, half on, half off of your face, surely thanks to the position you had been in.

When he looked up from tucking himself away and sorting out his clothes, Zenkichi’s face twisted into an expression of concern, a hint of guilt tinging the look. You matched the expression with one of confusion, unsure what was its cause. “What’s that look for? What’s wrong?” you asked worriedly, though it came out tired and soft. You glanced all around you, unable to discern what had made him so concerned.

“Shit, can’t you feel it. Your cheek.. and your hands.” he began, and you lifted one hand, palm up to see what was trying to get across.

Looking at your palm, you realized what had caused his distress. The stone had taken more of a toll on your hands than you had noticed in the moment. You winced, out of reflex rather than real pain, the high of your orgasm still faintly lingering and dulling your own concerns. They were going to hurt tomorrow though, you were sure of that. Reaching up to your face gingerly, you found it was similarly scraped and scuffed, though only on the side your mask had been askew.

“Ah, it’s fine, it’ll heal.. and it was totally worth it,” you dismissed, trying to dissuade the guilt mixed with the concern.

“Are you sure I didn-”

“I promise, I’m alright,” you interrupted him before he could fuss any more. You had wanted your little game as much as him, maybe more, and you weren’t going to let either of you regret it over a few scrapes and bruises.

“We should get out here though,” you noted, at least fixing your own clothes. “That was fun, but we probably shouldn’t stick around.”

[queen-of-deans-booty]

We Were Bound To Meet

Characters: Sam x FBI!Reader, Dean, Henrikson, Brianna (OC)

Word Count: 3,056

Warnings: no warnings here, maybe talk of a boyfriend wanting to kill a girlfriend but he was a monster so, maybe that’s why (<that wasn’t spoilers), fluffy Sam at the end

Request: Can you do a fluffy Sam fic where him and the reader are soulmates and they finally meet each other and instantly click? Sorry if this bad!

Summary: You’re the best in The Bureau but only because you were a hunter. you knew how to protect yourself, to make sure that the cases got solved before anyone with prying eyes had a chance to see. You knew you just had to take on this case and you were glad you did. 

Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long to be out. If you want to be a Bean or a Queen, pop me an ask!

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“Y/N, you’re wanted in conference room 3C.” Your assistant, Brianna said from the half open door to your office. You looked up from your desk and you sighed. You were busy with things right now and didn’t need another assignment on your plate.

“With who? What is going on?” You asked.

“They didn’t say, but I’m assuming it’s another case.” She said with a look of sympathy on her face.

“Great, this is just what I need.” You grumbled under your breath, minimizing your tabs before locking your computer and making sure the confidential files on your desk were put away. You got up and left your office, watching as Briana took her seat again at the desk right outside your door.

“Good luck!” Brianna said before you disappeared around the corner. You walked down the hall, people glancing at you as you passed. You were well known at The Bureau and even more so since your recent promotion. You walked into conference room 3C and everyone that was already inside turned to look at you. It looks like you were the only person they were waiting on.

“Sorry if you were waiting on me, Hendrickson.” You said as you took a seat, waiting for them to begin.

“Alright, now that we’re all here, I would like to discuss the case I’m going to be assigning one of you on,” Hendrickson said. You wondered what kind of crime was going on in the world today and if it was human related or monster related. “We have two victims brutally stabbed in Cedarburg, Wisconsin.”

You perked up on the name of the city. You were doing some investigating on your own and your case just happened to be in Cedarburg. Could it be your case is the same as his? You didn’t say anything but kept on listening.

“One of the victims was identified, but the other has yet to be. The weirdest thing about this is the markings they found on the bodies of both victims.” Hendrickson said, taking out pictures from a folder and passing them around. When they got to you, you looked at them and your mouth went dry.

Carved on the man’s body were Enochian symbols that you recognized for your lore books. See, the thing with you was that you weren’t just a normal FBI Agent. You were also a hunter. You became a real FBI Agent to blend in more. Of course, you had double the work and barely got enough sleep, but you got access to all kinds of cool equipment to help you on cases.

You became a hunter when your ex-boyfriend was bitten by a vampire and got turned. He tried killing you and nearly did, but you got away just in time and killed him. After that, you read up on everything about vampires, moving from one kind of monster to the other.

Soon, you were hunting alone, trying to make ends meet with what little materialistic things you had. You didn’t lead an honest life, like most hunters don’t. You stole a lot and had fraudulent cards, but you always made sure nothing could be traced back to you in case the FBI or the police found something.

You saw your window of opportunity to become a police officer and took it, joining the team in only a few short years. You still hunted but made sure your game was higher than ever, ranking in the top three officers of your class.

You were a police officer for about five years before moving into the FBI and starting from the bottom, but you made sure you worked your ass off and it payed off. You were very well respected in the FBI and you were very smart. Being a hunter almost all your life helped in that department and you were able to look at cases in a new light, often solving them on your own.

Now, you knew how to really cover your tracks and used your own computer at work for supernatural related cases. Your work computer was encrypted and set up on its own VPN server, so there was no way any research or hacking could be linked back to you. Even the phone calls, e-mails, and documents you worked on were all protected from prying eyes and after eight years of doing this, you were safe.

And now, the case being presented to you was the same case you were researching. They just didn’t know about the supernatural like you did.

You passed off the folder to the agent next to you and looked at Hendrickson. He gave you and the other agents in the room more information regarding the circumstances of the murders and who might be suspects. The only reason the FBI was called into this was because of the markings. Local authorities were concerned that it might be some kind of religious cult or fanatics, so the FBI was called in to investigate it.

You had to be the Agent in charge of this otherwise it would be a lot harder for you to do your job as a hunter.

“So, any volunteers on this one. It’s a tough one, but you’re all my best Agents.” Hendrickson said.

“I’ll do it,” You said, making everyone turn to look at you. You made sure to answer, careful to not sound too eager about it.

“Y/L/N, this is a tough case. Are you sure you’re up for it?”

“Yes, I’m fully aware of what might happen and the circumstances on this case.” You said, leaning back in your seat.

“Then you’re going to need some help. Round up a team and then you can—”

“I’m sorry, sir, but I would like to work on this alone. I’m the best when it comes to figuring out these kinds of cases and no offense to anyone in here but I’d work a lot faster if I were alone.” You said, cutting off your boss. He stared at you, his mouth in a thin line.

“Alright, you have one week to figure this out or else I’m sending a team of my own agents out.” He said, sliding the folder over to you.

“Trust me, sir, I’ll only need a couple of days.” You said, grabbing the folder and getting up. You left the room, leaving the other Agents speechless. People knew you worked fast and some were baffled how you were able to solve these cases so easily but they never questioned you. You kept to yourself and the only person who may have had an inkling about what was going on was Brianna.

She was the only person you trusted since you saved her from a spirit haunting. She didn’t question it, but it solidified her trust in you. She never told anyone, which you were grateful about, and she didn’t ask questions to know more. She left well enough alone and you were happy about that.

You walked back to your office, passing Brianna on the way.

“Hey, was I right? Was it another case?”

“It’s more than a case. It’s my kind of case.” You said, winking at her before walking into your office. She got up and rushed after you, closing the door behind her.

“Your kind of case? Could I see?” She asked. Just because she didn’t ask questions didn’t mean she wasn’t curious. You nodded and handed her the folder to which she opened and shuffled through the photos and notes.

“What are those markings?” She asked.

“Enochian, angel symbols. You don’t want to know.” You said, taking the folder back.

“You know what, I think you’re right. I figured you would take the case so I booked you a first-class ticket to Wisconsin in the morning. It leaves late tonight.”

“You are a life saver. Keep the office alive for me until I get back, yeah?” You said with a smile.

“You know I will.” She said with a laugh.

24 hours had passed since you grabbed the case before anyone else could. You were in the motel room you snagged, even though Brianna booked you at a hotel. Motels were safer because they had less security which means you could bring in your weapons with an even lesser chance of someone seeing you.

When you got there, you saw a beautiful, sleek black car in front of a room and you wondered who owned it. You weren’t a big car fanatic but you could appreciate them visually. You shook your head and walked into your room, taking your duffel bag of weapons before shutting the door.

You got out the case file and opened your encrypted work laptop to use your abilities of an FBI Agent to do some research on the case. Another benefit of being an FBI Agent was the unlimited database access and no chance of being arrested for hacking a federal database. You knew the ins and outs of each program and were able to make quick work of accessing them.

You hacked into security cameras of the surrounding buildings from the crime scene to see if they caught something. You frowned, seeing something on a traffic cam. You watched the playback, seeing the same black car in the parking lot outside run through a red light before stopping in front of the crime scene.

You looked at the time stamp and saw this happened only a few hours ago.

Two men got out and you lucked out that the angle of the traffic cam caught exactly what they were doing. You didn’t know who they were or why they were there but they were messing with the corpse, the one with the Angel symbols carved in it.

You took screenshots of the parts you needed and printed those out on your portable printer you brought with you. You grabbed the pictures and your badge along with your pistol before exiting your room. You walked a few doors down where their car was parked in front of. You rapped on the door and waited for someone to answer.

When it was opened, you stared into a pair of brilliant green eyes. He wasn’t dressed to go to sleep, he was in the same outfit you saw him wearing in the traffic cam footage.

“Yes, hi, I’m Agent Y/L/N,” You started, pulling out your badge to show the man who you were. “And I would like to ask you a couple of questions. Do you happen to be rooming with another man?” Green Eyes stared at you and for a moment and you saw a flash of panic before he shuffled behind the door. He opened it wider and walked over to his jacket that was hanging on the back of a chair.

He pulled out something and flashed you a badge of his own. You were an expert in fraud and forgery, and you knew a fake badge when you saw one. You nodded and he put it away, looking behind him as a man exited out of the bathroom, only a towel around his waist.

Your eyes met and it was like something sparked inside of you. Even from the distance you were at, you could tell that his eyes were a vibrant green speckled with a shade of brown that made them sparkle no matter where he looked. He was also well defined but you weren’t focusing on that as much even though you definitely wanted to.

There was something about this man that made you feel safe, like he was a good man despite what happened to him in his life.

“Oh, I’m sorry, is there a problem?” Towel Guy said, grabbing a shirt before tugging it on to cover up despite your borderline lewd thoughts.

“Yes, I’m Agent Y/L/N,” you said, flashing him your badge. “I would like to ask you and him some questions if that’s okay.”

“Yeah, of course, just let me get dressed and we’ll be right out.” You nodded at Towel guy and Green Eyes closed the door before you could say anything. You heard hushed whispers come from inside but you turned to look at the car in question. You walked to the car and around the back, looking at the license plate. Yes, same plate. They didn’t even think to ditch the car.

You walked to the side and peered inside the car but didn’t see anything too alarming aside from no seatbelts.

“What can we help you with?” You straightened up to see both men outside, Green Eyes with his arms crossed and Towel Guy leaning against a pillar.

“Yes, do you realize this car was at the scene of a crime?” You walked over to the two men and held out the pictures for them to see. “I’m doing an investigation on this case and I would like to know what you were doing there.”

“Do you realize we’re also FBI?” Green Eyes said, showing you his badge before Towel Guy reluctantly showed you his. Yep, totally fake badges.

“Do you realize that FBI badges are gold and not bronze plated like yours are? Do you realize that your pictures are smudged like it was printed off a crappy printer at Kinkos? Do you realize that impersonating an FBI Agent is punishable up to three years in prison and/or being fined a ridiculous amount of money?” You said, seeing the color drain from their faces.

“Agent Y/L/N… we can explain.” Towel Guy said, stuttering a little. You looked at him and felt that spark when your eyes met. You had no idea how dangerous these guys were but damn, why did it feel like you knew this man already?

“You should start with your names and why you were at that crime scene.”

“My name is Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean.” Towel Guy said.

“And if we tell you why we were there, you wouldn’t believe us.” You looked at Dean and bit your lip. Maybe they were hunters.

“Try me.” You said, relaxing your posture a bit, not feeling threatened by them.

“There is an Angel here, killing people and carving Enochian symbols on the victim’s chest. We don’t know why yet, so that is why we went to the crime scene.” Dean said, laying it all on the line. Yes, they were hunters and if you were to work with them, you would get this done a lot faster.

“Follow me,” You said, walking to your room. You looked back at the brothers to see them staring at each other, having a silent communication. “Well, come on.” Sam and Dean followed you to you room and you led them inside.

“I’ve been studying these symbols for a while now and I think I have some leads on where the Angel might be hiding in or who the Angel might be possessing.” You said, sitting at your desk. Both brothers stared at you in shock, not knowing how to react.

“You’re a hunter?” Sam spoke finally.

“Yeah, sorry about the whole ‘you’re going to jail if you don’t tell me’ thing. It was just a scare tactic.” You said, looking at the brothers and smirking at their baffled faces.

“How…? But you’re…?” Sam said, trying to think of the right question to ask.

“Are we in trouble?” Dean asked.

“No, you’re not.”

“Great, I’m going across the street to the bar to get a few rounds before we jump into this. Sam, you coming?” Dean asked his brother. You and Sam both stared at one another and you wished he didn’t go. You felt drawn to him, like it was fate that you and him were supposed to meet.

“Uh, no, go ahead without me.” Sam said. You grinned and Dean shrugged, not seeing the obvious connection.

“Suit yourself. I’ll be back.” Dean said, leaving the room to go drown his confusion in alcohol. Sam sat across from you and it was clear he was curious about you. He opened his mouth to say something, but you spoke before he could.

“I became a hunter when my ex-boyfriend tried to kill me after he was turned into a vampire. I had to fend for myself and tried to hunt alone for a while. I was a bad kid, fraud and theft, like I’m sure you know. Then I saw the opportunity to become a police officer and I took it. I was still hunting, which was harder than it looks, but I made it. Now, because of my skills as a hunter, I’m one of, if not the best, Agent there is. It makes it a lot easier to get access to traffic cams and databases and even to guns and other kinds of weapons. You’d be surprised the kind of secrets the government is hiding.” You finished.

“Wow, you know, I was kind of scared there for a minute. It’s not the first time I was arrested and escaped jail, but the last time we were caught by the FBI, I had to die in order to get out.” Sam said.,

“You died?” You said, not believing your ears.

“Yeah I did and it was a pain in the ass. Oh man, Agent Y/L/N you have no clue what’s out there.”

“Call me Y/N.” You said, sticking your hand out. When Sam grabbed it you gasped, feeling these intense shocks go through your body. It felt like two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together, like you and Sam belonged together.

“Did you feel that?” You whispered.

“Yeah, I did.”

“What does it mean?” You asked.

“It means that we might be spending a lot more time together than I thought.” Sam said with a smile. You didn’t let go of his hand and even when the case was over, you didn’t want to leave. Even though you’d only known Sam for a week, it felt like forever and you didn’t want to give that up.

You were still an FBI Agent, but that didn’t stop you from working with the Winchesters. You believed in soulmates and maybe you and Sam were each other’s. But, soulmates or not, you still had jobs to do and people to save.

But that never stopped your love life before, so why should it now?

The Queens:

@maddieburcham1@ginamsmith  @mogaruke @whit85-blog @inlovewithbja @spn67-sister @kdfrqqg @jarpadandjensenaremyheroes @roxyspearing @supercalifragilistic26 @mishamigose @cobrakai1967@essie1876 @wishedworld @crispychrissy @laqueus-ludovicus@nostalgic-uncertainty @jerk-bitch-and-an-angel@potterhead1265 @starswirlblitz @untitled39887 @ta-n-ja @deans-fallen-angel-boy @scarletluvscas @notnaturalanahi @tahbehonest@stay-in--place @dreaminofdean @posiemax @donnaintx@mikey1822 @alexandriajanae4 @li-ssu @just-another-winchester @obsessivecompulsivespn@emoryhemsworth @newtospnfandom @mizzezm @goldenolaf25  @jessikared97 @wh1sp3r1ng-impala @charliebradbury1104  @queen-of-moons-peace-out-bitches @becs-bunker @atc74

The Sam Fam:

@elma-shay @xxno-wayxx @saxxxology @sinfulfanfictionkitten