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[archangel-dimmock]

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Luke grinned and hugged him back. “every minute of energy day though? I think I’m a bit obsessed”

Ry laughed softly as he leaned up to kiss Luke gently on the lips. “No, you aren’t obsessed, love. It’s just a natural reaction to your mate.’

[youngluciusmalfoy]

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↼♕⇀ Lucius let out a small groan as he felt lips on his neck, tilting his head instinctively tilting his head to the side. He glanced over to see who was giving him the kisses. “Mm, Lilly, this is quite the greeting. What did I do to deserve this, huh?” He asked in a quiet voice, his hand reaching back to run along the back of her neck. @prettyxwickedxthings

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I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Masterpost

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Sleip frowned. “Usually this is when people turn around or...you know. Appologize?” He asked with a shrug, moving casually to cover up his front with the towel he had just thrown off. 

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[mrswhozeewhatsis]

The Babysitter - Chapter 1

A/N: This has been in the works for over a year. It started at my NaNoWriMo fic in 2016, and I picked it back up for NaNoWriMo this year. It is finally finished, and I can’t wait to hear what you all think of it! Special thanks to @manawhaat​ and @nitelotus​ who both read this entire monster and gave me invaluable help and encouragement, as well as put up with me angsting about it. I will try to post at least one chapter a day.

Summary: The Winchester boys have been your life since the first time you babysat them when you were 15. Their father was the standard against which you compared all other men. After he died, you kept going for your boys, giving them everything. Now, ten years later, he’s back and you’ve changed. Will things be different this time?

Total length - 65 Chapters, 103k words - Read on AO3

Although this is a John fic, there is a lot of Dean and Sam, too. (So much Weechesters!!) This story has a lot of flashbacks, which will be in italics, and the year of each flashback will be at the start so you don’t get confused. This story is canon-compliant up to about episode 11.22 - We Happy Few, and diverges from there.

Pairing: John x Reader (there will be other side pairings, which will be mentioned when they appear)

Warnings: Canon-level violence and angst. Any other warnings will be mentioned as needed.

Chapter word count: 1104 words

1984

“Something killed his wife, and almost took the baby. He’s in bad shape, Patrick. He needs a firm hand with a gentle touch, and someone to watch the kids. I got no problem with the older boy, but I don’t know anything about diapers,” Bobby said.

“Y/N’s been working at a daycare the past few months to earn spending money. She’s been doing real good there, too. She’ll be good with the kids, and Nancy and me can take care of the dad. Between the three of us, we’ll find the son of a bitch that killed his wife lickety split and get them back to being a normal family before they get sucked in too far. You’ve got my word, Bobby.”

“I know, Patrick. You’re good people.”

You came around the corner, then, to see your dad and Bobby clinking the necks of their beer bottles together. Your dad pulled you under his arm and gave you a good squeeze.

“Hey, munchkin, how do you feel about babysitting a 1-year old and a 5-year old for a few days here at Bobby’s while your mom and I teach their dad a thing or two?”

You shrugged. “I already quit the daycare since school’s out and I figured I’d be on the road with you guys full time, anyway. I can handle a couple of kids, especially with Bobby here to lend a hand if I need it.”

Your dad smiled. “Good girl. I knew we could count on you.”

The rumbling sound of an older car grew as tires hit gravel. By the time the car stopped, you could feel the vibrations of the engine in the floorboards beneath your feet. You went to the door to see who the newcomer was while your dad continued chatting with Bobby. Out of the car stepped the tallest man you’d ever seen, all dark hair and stubbly beard with his shoulders slumped so low you thought he must have the weight of the world resting on them. He glanced at the house with tired eyes, and you thought about what you’d heard Bobby say about his wife.

The stranger opened the rear door of the car and reached in, giving your teenage hormones a terrific view of his ass. You mentally slapped yourself for even having the thought. The man just lost his wife and you’re staring at his ass? You were raised better than that! He pulled a little tow-headed boy out of the car, and set him on the ground near his feet. The boy stayed exactly where his father had put him, his eyes on his dad the whole time. The man reached farther into the car, and emerged with a baby in his arms. He said something to the boy, and the boy climbed back in the car, coming back out with a diaper bag almost as big as he was. The man shut the car door, and the trio approached the house.

You opened the door for them, trying not to stare. The father was drop-dead gorgeous, and his children were beautiful.

“Hey, Bobby. Got somewhere I can take care of Sammy? I think he dropped a bomb in his diaper about an hour ago. Been driving with the windows down ever since.”

You stepped up, thinking that this man probably just needed a break. “I can take care of him for you, if you want. I’ve been watching kids from newborns to 10 years old at a daycare, so I know all the tricks.”

The man looked at your outstretched hands with hesitation, then looked at Bobby.

“John, this is Y/N. She’s Patrick and Nancy’s daughter. She’s 15, and raised in the life, so she knows about protection. I’ve known her since she was ten. They’re good people, John. They’re willing to help.”

Your dad waved since John’s hands were full. “Nice to meet you, John. My wife and I want to help you, and Y/N is great with kids. You’ll all be in good hands with us, I promise.”

John looked you over suspiciously, then glanced at Bobby and your dad again before slowly handing little Sammy over to you. You got hit with the smell of poopy diaper right away and made a face.

“Lord, you weren’t lyin’. I’ll get him cleaned up and smelling like Heaven in no time, sir.” Securing Sammy in your arms, you looked at his brother. “And what’s your name?”

The little boy stood stock still next to his father, staring at you even more suspiciously than his father had, but didn’t say a word.

“That’s Dean. He doesn’t say much these days.”

Looking down at Dean, you motioned for the diaper bag. “Hey there, Dean. Mind if I take that bag off your hands so I can go change your brother?”

Dean gripped the bag tighter and shook his head.

“Dean, let her have the bag or Sammy’s gonna start screaming bloody murder soon.” John scolded. “Not to mention he’s stinkin’ up the joint.”

Dean was still staring at you, holding his brother. He reminded you of one of the kids in the daycare who had also been through a lot, and wouldn’t let his little sister out of his sight.

“It’s okay. I bet Dean would rather come with me and help me, anyway. Isn’t that right, Dean?”

Dean nodded, but still wouldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“Okie dokie, Dean, then follow me and we’ll get your brother all cleaned up.” In the corner of your eye, you watched as Dean followed you, never taking his eyes off of you and his brother. As you settled in the living room, Dean handed you the diaper bag, and you changed Sam’s diaper with Dean’s eagle eyes never leaving you. When Sam tried to squirm, Dean sat down on the floor by his head and played with his fingers to distract him while you finished the job. Once Sammy was all clean, you packed everything away again and looked at Dean.

“Thank you so much for helping me, Dean. I bet you’re great at taking care of your brother, aren’t you?”

Dean nodded, helping his little brother get to his feet. Sammy stood next to Dean, reaching out and smiling at his brother, babbling, “De! De! De!”

Dean gave his little brother a rough smile that broke your heart. “Yeah, Sammy. That’s me.”

With a tentative hand, you reached out and brushed some dirt off of Dean’s sleeve. “You mind if I help you take care of your brother for a while?”

The little boy nodded, but said nothing.

PART 2

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[meganwinchester1999]

Rough Rides and Cotton Candy

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Characters: Reader, Castiel, Sam Winchester and Dean Winchester 

Word Count: 1003

Warnings: Dean’s dirty innuendos (yes that’s a warning), fluff, a tiny bit of angst and implied smut  

A/N: This fic was a WIP that I started over a year ago now and never got to finish it because I had no inspiration until now. Also, this is the first fanfic I have posted in a while so I apologise if it’s not good as I’m a bit rusty when it comes to fanfic writing. This is unbeta’d so all mistakes are mine and feedback is really appreciated. Tags are at the bottom.

You raised your eyebrow and tilted your head in confusion, as soon as you saw what Cas put in front of you, “Really, Cas….you wanna go to a fun fair?”

A blush appeared on Cas’ cheeks, which you always thought was adorable as fuck as you found he blushed a lot usually around you. It was sweet in a way so you always tried to make him blush as much as you could. You got pulled out of his thoughts when you saw him look down, hearing him whisper, “Well I've never been to a funfair before and well… it looks fun from what I've seen.”

You sighed deeply, shaking your head and wondering if you should give in. You obviously couldn't say no to him, however you didn't want to say yes either as the last time you went to a funfair, it didn't end too well.

“Cas…..” You looked up at him and straight into those bright blue eyes that you was always so attracted to, “O-Okay, we can go but let me go and see if we have a case first, alright?”

You saw a massive smile appear on his face as he walked out of your bedroom, leaving you a bit confused as to why he wanted to go to a fair in the first place.

You sighed again, quickly getting changed into some jeans, a plain t-shirt, your leather boots and jacket and also you grabbed a knife just in case before you walked out to the library where you knew Sam and Dean were.

“Hey, you two!” You walked over to the table and saw them both on their laptops, most likely trying to find a case since you all hadn’t been on one for a while.

Sam and Dean looked up, smirking when they could see that you are dressed, “Oh….hi, Y/N.” You saw that Dean was trying not to say something and it got you very curious.

“Right spit it out, what don't you wanna tell me? I can see it in your eyes, Winchesters.” You crossed your arms and stared at them with the resting bitch face that you learnt from them.

Sam and Dean stood up and shook their heads, “Nothing, Y/N.” They started walking out of the library but not before Dean kneeling down to your ear, “One thing I will say to you is fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a rough and bumpy ride.” He grinned widely as him and Sam made their way out of the library and you saw Sam slap Dean on the arm while shaking his head.

“What does he mean fasten your seatbelt?” You mumbled to yourself, sitting down and waiting for Cas to hurry up.

After, what seemed like forever, Cas finally came running into the library and hugged you tight, “Sorry it took me so long, Sam and Dean wanted to talk to me...about something”

You had noticed he took a long pause and that made you want to ask about what Dean said to you. But, you decided to leave the subject of that for now until you felt like it was the right time.

“Oh it's fine, Cas no need to apologise.” You smiled softly before kissing his cheek, “So, let's go to the fair then.”

Cas suddenly held your shoulder and before you knew it, you were both at the fair, “Damn it, Cas give me some warning next time before you fly us somewhere.” You bent over, feeling dizzy and feeling like you was about to be sick which is what always happened when Cas flew you anywhere. It had only happened once before and you thought once was enough

Cas tilted his head and you could see that he had a worried expression on his face, “I'm sorry, Y/N I will remember for next time and don't worry I'll heal you.” He touched your forehead and after feeling something surround you, you felt a whole lot better.

“Thanks, Cassie.” You slowly stood up and looked around, “Right what do you wanna do first?” You saw him look around with a look of amazement and wonder at all the rides and stands there were. You would have been lying to yourself if you didn't find it cute.

After, about a minute, he pointed to the bumper cars and that is where your amazing night began. You and Cas tried everything out, including him trying cotton candy for the first time, which was hilarious, and being with him actually made you forget about your bad experiences with fairs.

The last ride you both went on was the ferris wheel, which had been your favourite since you was a little girl. Once, you and Cas got to the top and it stopped, you looked around and saw the beautiful view all around you. Up until that moment, you had nearly forgotten how breathtaking it was being at the top of the ferris wheel with people walking on the ground underneath you.

“Y/N…” You had heard Cas say which pulled you out of your old memories. You had turned to face him and without any warning, his lips were on yours and he was gently kissing you.

‘Oh my god Cas is actually kissing me.’ You thought to yourself and you couldn’t help but kiss him back. You found he was a better kisser than you thought he was going to be and it was better than all of your dreams about him.

Soon enough, the kiss started to become more deeper and frantic as you both needed more and you both didn’t need words to say how you felt because you poured all the love and feelings in to the kiss.

Before you knew it, you were both suddenly back in the bunker, in your room and you found out that night that Dean was right about one thing. You definitely did have a rough ride but you loved every second of it.

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Kat smiled as she served a customer, laughing a little at the joke he told her. She then moved down the bar and lent on the counter. 

“What can I get you sweetheart?” Kat asked, looking at the customer in front of her.

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Ry chuckled a bit as he wrapped his arms around his husband’s shoulders. “We are married so one would think that you would think abut me naked.”

[revwinchester]

Mistletoe

Summary: The reader gets Dean (and Cas and Sam) back for his Halloween prank.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Other Characters: Sam Winchester, Castiel

Word Count: 1000 on the nose

Warnings: Extreme prank war, lots of kissing, one chaste dude on dude kiss that neither of the dudes are particularly happy about

A/N: This is a continuation of my Halloween With Dean Drabble Challenge fic Don’t Mess With Baby.  You don’t HAVE to read that first but it’s only 999 words and gives some context for what happens here.  There’s not a lot of room for exposition with a 1000 word limit.  Thanks to @torn-and-frayed for hosting another drabble challenge and for letting me bend the rules on this one and write this as the second part!!

Don’t Mess With Baby

Mistletoe - 

As you had promised, Dean had slept in the Impala the night after his faked death and then he spent a few nights sleeping on the couch once you had returned to the bunker.  He was expecting retribution but you had decided to let him stew, first.  Your payback plan had to be just right and November had come and gone without even the smallest hint of revenge.  Now, a week into December, you were ready.  

You had called on an old friend to get you what you needed and, after you shared your idea, the trickster angel was happy to make it happen.  “Mistletoe,” Gabriel had laughed, “that’s genius.”

Dean wouldn’t know what had hit him until it was too late.

The smell of coffee drew the brothers out of their rooms.  You had just finished hanging the mistletoe in the kitchen’s entryway when Sam rounded the corner into the library.  He stopped and looked around, taking in the decorations you had hung as well as those that had yet to go up before shaking his head and walking towards the kitchen.  You were still in the doorway so, as he tried to pass through, you pointed up.

“Mistletoe, Sam,” you told him and tilted your face to the side, tapping your cheek.

Sam chuckled and leaned down, giving you a quick peck and ambled towards the coffee pot.  

Dean had arrived in the library just in time to see his brother kiss you.  “What was that about?” he asked.  His voice was gruff with sleep but it wasn’t accusatory; he just hadn’t seen your affection displayed like that, before.  

“I’m putting up some Christmas decorations and Sam and I were under the mistletoe,” you explained with a smile.  

Dean looked above your head and flashed you a grin.  He sauntered over to where you were standing and pulled you in close.  “Looks like we’re underneath the mistletoe, now,” he observed and then pulled you in for a kiss.

You giggled and kept your mouth closed, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips.  “Get your morning breath out of here,” you chastised as you winked at your boyfriend and ducked out of his reach to finish decorating.  

Later that afternoon, Cas was in the bunker.  He and Dean walked out of the kitchen together before both men suddenly stopped.  “What the hell?” Dean asked, looking toward Cas, “I can’t move.”

Castiel tried to take a step forward but found that he, too couldn’t maneuver through the doorway.  When Cas tried to fly, you giggled and both men looked to you with confusion and concern written across their faces.  

“Did I forget to mention that it’s enchanted mistletoe?”  You asked innocently.  “Once two people are under it together, they can’t leave until they’ve kissed.”  You shrugged.  “Oh, and after each kiss, the mistletoe ups the ante… It’s gonna take more than a little peck.”

Dean looked at you flabbergasted.  “Why would you hang something like that in here?”

You gave him a pointed stare and you saw the moment that it clicked in both of their minds, that this was your revenge, and another laugh bubbled out of your lips as you watched the two men.  

Determination colored Dean’s face and you could practically read his thoughts.  ‘I’m not going to let her win.’  The hunter turned to the angel and he pressed his lips to Castiel’s for a few seconds, both men standing stiff as boards until they came tumbling out of the doorway.  

Dean immediately turned back towards the kitchen and reached for the mistletoe, only to find that his hand passed right through it.  

“Oops… Only the person who put it up can take it down,” you snickered.

You pulled Dean under the mistletoe with you and, after he had refused out of principle, he kissed you soundly, his tongue snaking into your mouth.  After that, Dean took care to avoid the hanging plant.

The brothers took a case and were out of the bunker for a few days.  As soon as they had gotten back, Sam had gone for a shower and Dean was putting their mucked up clothes into the washer so you had told the boys you’d see to dinner.  After a few minutes in the kitchen, you screamed.  

Sam and Dean came running, both making it into the kitchen’s entryway at the same time.  They were frozen in place, their eyes sweeping the room.

You grinned at the brothers.  

“You’re not hurt,” Dean breathed.  

“Nope,” you replied, “but you’re stuck under the mistletoe with your brother.  Better get kissing and, oh...” you paused as if you were realizing something for the first time, “that kiss we shared last time was really hot… I can’t imagine what it’s going to take for you two to get out.”

Sam turned to Dean with wide eyes and Dean looked at his brother with a matching expression.  “No way,” Sam said, shaking his head.

“Not happening,” Dean agreed.  “What will it take to get you to take this damn plant down and let us out?”

You pretended to think about his request for a minute, though you already knew what you wanted.  “Declare me the winner of the prank war,” you replied simply.

Dean was quick to comply.  “You win.  Hands down, you came up with the best prank.”  Dean looked to his brother who was nodding his agreement.  

You approached the Winchesters, dragging a chair behind you that you could stand on to pull down the mistletoe and break the enchantment.  “And I get to drive the Impala whenever we go anywhere for the next month,” you added.

“What?  No!” Dean sputtered.  “Anything else you want is yours…”

You stepped back and pulled your phone out of your pocket.  “Then you two better start making out.  Don’t mind me, I’m just gonna snap a few photos, maybe take a quick video.”

“You know, on second thought, you can drive for two months if you want.”

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[deansleather]

Pale and Flustered

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Prompt: Past Perfect by Louden Swain or @mrswhozeewhatsis Louden Swain mini-bang. Also for SPN Angst Appreciation Day 2017 

Summary: As Dean reminisces about the losses of his past, he can’t help but feel immense pain and guilt.

Word Count: 1278

Warnings: ANGST!!, mourning

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A/N: I loved having this song as inspiration; this is a Dean that I’ve wanted to write for a long time but have never had the inspiration for. Let me know what you think because FEEDBACK IS ADORED AND NEEDED!

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“Always just smiles /Always for the lens /Always for your friends /Always for their sake /And now It's takin' all I can muster /Just to wake up all pale and flustered /The cards been folded, I busted /The plates are stacked and the shelves aren't dusted /Take it back and adjust it /The faint nostalgia cannot be trusted.”

Past Perfect - Louden Swain

           I sat on my bed, sighing deeply as my eyes closed. The thick paper of the pictures felt especially heavy in my hand in that moment, as if the weight of the world had come to rest upon them: upon me. I had tried drinking it away earlier, but the feeling in my gut stuck with me, just like the nagging voice of my conscience. I looked away from the picture for a moment, up to the cheap mirror I had hung up across from my bed. For a while, I would swear that someone was standing beside my bed, watching me, planning my demise right beside me. The mirror was the only way I could trust that I was truly alone; somehow, that wasn’t much better of a feeling.

           Looking into it, I almost laughed at my appearance. I was pathetic. It had been days since I’d left my room, and that was only to grab some sustenance so I could attempt to keep myself alive. I was pale, my hair disheveled and wild, the bags under my eyes vivid blue. This happened annually, every time the new year came around. I had gotten through another year of life, but how many had I left behind? I hated myself in that moment, but I hated myself in most moments, so that wasn’t too much of a burden. It was more than self-hatred then; it was feeling the hatred of the entire fucking world on me. I tried. I did, I tried so hard to be good, only hunting to “save people.” What a crock. Hunters use the job as some sort of sick band-aid, something to make up for the shitty person they became. Nothing could ever fix what I’d done to the world, to the people I supposedly loved.

           There was the whole “gang” in one of the pictures, when there was still enough people to be called so. Ellen, Jo, Bobby, Sam, Cas, and I, all standing and looking like the end of the world was upon us. I guess in our minds it was, and to some of us, our end was sooner than we wanted to believe. Jo and Ellen were the first to go, but Bobby wasn’t much longer afterward. More pictures, further back now, showing a fuzzy scene of Sam, Kevin and I, taken when Cas was messing through my phone, clueless. I had it printed not long after he died; I had no way to keep a part of his mom. Even longer ago, a selfie taken by Charlie including Sam and a blurred me, refusing to be caught in the act of “selfie” taking.

I wished now, more than ever, that I would’ve just taken the damn photo. Let Charlie have that moment, just one period in time, where sacrificing for us made sense, where I wasn’t such an ass that doing much of anything for me was senseless. On and on it went: Dad, Rufus, Pamela, not to mention the countless others who never got captured on film. In my mind, these were memories of picturesque bliss, a perfect time of liveliness and safety, but it’s so paper thin. Every damn moment of our life is filled with agony and suffering, no matter how pretty it looks on paper. A gentle rapping came at the door then, Y/n peeking her head in slightly with a gentle smile. She gave a soft wave, and I attempted my normal smirk. Peeking at the mirror, it was obvious I had failed.

“Heya,” Y/n greeted as naturally as possible, her voice barely audible as she tested the waters. “I haven’t heard from you in a few days, and we live in the same place.” She laughed nervously. “Just wanted to make sure everything is…alright.” I nodded, shrugging as a response. Y/n swallowed, easing her way into the room, sitting at the foot of my bed. She glanced around at my surroundings and for the first time I took inventory of what I had been living in; muddy and blood-soaked clothes strewn across the floor, empty bottles of cheap beer that tasted more like rubbing alcohol than a relaxer, crumpled up napkins all over from the copious crying I had tried to hide, dust on every piece of furniture (probably including myself). I was the worst scum of the earth, but my room was definitely a close second. She glanced down at the photos, nodding as she began to understand. She cleared her throat.

“Rough few days, I take it?” I nodded. She shuffled, rubbing her hands together as she continued. “Maybe you just need to get out a little, huh? Sam and I were planning on maybe going out, getting some drinks, celebrating the New Year like most people do, since we’re pretty good on cases. What do you say?” I just shook my head, rubbing my eyes in exhaustion. I had forgotten how draining it was to interact with people who care; they don’t give up. “Well it feels wrong to just leave you here by yourself, Dean.”

“Y/n,” I finally grumbled. “Just go.”

She looked around my room, sighing as she got up with hands on her hips.

“Fine,” she muttered. “But I’ll be damned if I’m leaving you in these conditions.”

She began at work, leaving the room and returning with a clothes basket filled with cleaning supplies. She began dusting, even going as far to grab the pictures from my hands and wipe the storage grime off them. Gingerly grabbing each napkin, wrapper, and bottle from the floor and nightstand, she tossed them in a garbage bag. By the time she was done, the bag was easily half full. She never stopped and I never moved; it felt like she was on fast forward all around me, while I was too stuck in my own head to catch up. Finally, all the clothes were in the hamper and all the trash in a bag, the room felt new again; I wished I could say the same for myself.

“Alright,” she sighed, looking at me with sad eyes as she stood in the door frame with the garbage and basket in hand. “Are you sure you’ll be okay tonight? It’s really no problem for me to stay home, I don’t care that much about it.”

“Y/n.”

“Fine, fine,” she relented, her tone quickly turning to pleading. “Just…please take care of yourself, Dean. We’ll be home soon.”

I nodded, Y/n mustering the best smile she could as she left. I shut my eyes tightly, managing to get my creaky joints moving quick enough to stand up and catch her before she left for the night. As she passed my door, I grabbed her by the arm. It was about time I started appreciating the people I loved while I still had them.

“Hey,” I mumbled, my voice barely functioning. “What you did was…nice. Thanks.” Y/n nodded, her glittery makeup shining as she looked up at me.

“Don’t mention it,” she assured, patting my cheek lightly. “If you need anything, just call me.”

“You coming, Y/n?” Sam called from the library. Y/n looked back, smiling at me and waving as she ran towards him.

“Yup! Here I come!”

I stood in the door frame until she was no longer in the hall, quickly shutting my door and leaning my back against it. I took as many deep breaths as I could manage, before my knees gave up and my back slid down the dark wood of my door. I couldn’t be sure, but I just hoped that they had left before they heard my sobs ring through the bunker’s desolate halls.

~~~~~~

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[mrswhozeewhatsis]

Homesick

A/N: This is my third (and final, unless I get a bug up my butt) submission for the 2017 Louden Swain SPN Mini Bang. I have loved this song since the first time I heard it! It’s short and cute and adorable and it makes me happy. If you haven’t heard it, check it out here. Sadly, I couldn’t come up with a truly happy SPN scenario, because, well, you know. Hope this comes close to the feeling behind the song, though. As always, many thanks to the best betas in the world, @manawhaat and @littlegreenplasticsoldier who make me think and constantly challenge me. ♥♥♥

Summary: Set during the Pilot episode, while Dean is showering off the sludge from his dip in the river. Sam thinks about what home means to him.

Pairing: Sam x Jess

Warnings: Angtsy cuteness and fluffiness. You’ll see what I mean.

Word count: 852 words

Jericho isn’t that far from Palo Alto, relatively. Sam’s been all over the country, knows distances in terms of Zeppelin albums and pit stops to gas up the Impala, and Palo Alto to Jericho didn’t even make his butt fall asleep. If he’d “borrowed” a car, he’d be worried about the cops stopping him, that’s how close to home he is.

Home. What a concept.

Even knowing that he’s so close doesn’t stop his desire to be back home, though. He doesn’t want to be here with Dean. He gave this up. He’s been safe and blessedly normal for over 3 years, now, and to be dragged back into it is stressing him the fuck out. He should be back home with Jessica. He needs to be back home with Jessica. More than anything, though, he wants to be back home with Jessica. Even knowing he’ll see her in a day or so, he aches.

He's never felt a longing like this to be somewhere specific before. Sure, he’s wanted to be anywhere other than where he was, plenty of times, but he’s never had a point on a map he could aim towards. No true North. There was never an image of a specific door he’d go through to see a specific person whose eyes would light up when they saw him. He thinks this might be what feeling homesick is like, but it feels strange.

When he first got to Stanford, he was sort of homesick, but it was very different. The home he dreamed of didn’t have a shingled roof or four walls. His internal compass could have doubled as an industrial fan. Back then, home was four tires on the road, his brother making mac ‘n cheese with marshmallow fluff, and a line of weapons to be cleaned. This feeling is for the comfy couch in his living room, the leftovers in his fridge, the king-size bed he actually almost fits in, but mostly, the woman he shares it all with.

God, he misses Jess.

Sam looks around the motel room. It’s musty and dark, there are newspaper clippings and copies of pages from lore books tacked to the walls, and there’s a thick salt line on the dirty carpet. It’s the epitome of a long hunt; it’s what he pictures when he thinks of his dad, and of his childhood. Just being here feels like slipping on an old coat that he outgrew. Dean hums Ramble On badly in the shower making Sam grimace. Dean can’t hold a tune to save his life.

Jess sings pop tunes in the shower, and her voice carries through the rest of the apartment, making him smile every time. She always gets the words wrong. Maybe it’s intentional. She makes up silly lyrics, singing them seriously when she notices Sam watching her, putting on what looks like a professional concert with a hairbrush in her hand. Her smile takes over her face, her eyes bright, her jaw open wide showing even her back teeth as she belts Kelly Clarkson or Maroon 5. Sam always laughs, never able to take his eyes off her.

When she finally ends her performance, he always pulls her into his lap and kisses her soundly. She kisses him the same way, whether it’s after a lazy afternoon together in bed or a day apart, like she can’t get enough of him. He always thought someday they’d find a shortcut kind of kiss. A quick peck to say, “Have a good day,” or chaste little kisses that say, “I love you but I have to go or I’ll be late.” That never happened, though. No matter how late they are, Jess always makes time for a kiss that warms him from the inside out and says, “I love you no matter what else is going on.” Let the world crumble; they will kiss.

The shower turns off, and Sam tries to bring himself back to the present. Dean doesn’t emerge from the bathroom right away, though, so his thoughts wander again.

Having a hunt right now, having Dean show up right now, with everything that’s going on back home, makes him nervous. He aced his LSATs, he’s got the interview of his life on Monday, and he’s one paycheck away from having enough money for the ring he picked out. That’s why he had the dream, he’s sure of it. He’s planning a future, and Dean crashing into his living room right after that stupid dream is just a coincidence. It’s his fear that this hunt, Dad being missing, and everything he’s left behind will crash into that future that he wants so badly. The thing that killed Mom is long gone, so the dream is just a manifestation of his fears.

There’s absolutely no reason for him to worry. He’ll be home, and Jess will be alright, and he’ll feel like an idiot for worrying. He just needs to get through this hunt, find Dad, and then he can have his interview, take care of Jess, and enjoy being home again.

Once he’s home, they’ll be alright.

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[demondean-for-kingofhell]

If You Only Knew

CHAPTER 7: INCARCERATION

INFILTRATION || WITNESS || INHIBITIONS || MANIPULATION || 

EXPANSION || SUSPICION

“What the fuck do you mean ‘You don’t know’, Cas?!” Sam roared, one huge hand sweeping across his desk to send nearly everything on it flying.

Cas and Sofia both cringed away from his wrath.

“Somebody fucking answer me!” he screamed, his face turning red with his anger. A muscle in his jaw twitched and he turned a hateful stare to Sofia when she cleared her throat.

“Sam, we had no choice. We had to get the shipment out of there! I thought she was right behind us I swe-”

“THAT’S NO FUCKING EXCUSE!” The house was bound to come down around them with the force of his fury. He sat back, running agitated hands through his hair, a sure sign that his anger was still raging just under the surface. “Okay...let’s just use our heads here. She doesn’t have a record. The DEA seemed more intent on getting to the Russians. “She was injured because you two left her unprotected!” He sat heavily in the chair, his weight pushing it back several inches as he felt the reality of the situation close in around him. “She’s in the hospital, no doubt. They’d want her alive for questioning.”

“Boss…” Cas started. “You can’t be thinking what I know you’re thinking.”

“Novak,” Samuel’s eyes burned like embers as his gaze bore deep into the mind of his friend, “if I were you...you’d shut the fuck up.” Sam growled in response, fingers tapping across the wood desk, where just last week you’d let him-no. He couldn’t think about that now.

Sam stood, towering above his desk. “I am going to see her.”

“Sam.” Sofia stood, panic laced her voice. “You can’t! There will be agents everywhere!”

“Good! It’ll only serve to frustrate them when they realize they’ve got nothing on me!” He spat, pointing an accusatory finger in her direction.

“Suspicion alone will let them hold you for twenty four hours.” Cas interrupted him as he paused to take another breath.

“So let them hold me...I don’t care! I won’t leave her there to suffer alone!” Sam was already on his feet, headed for the office door.

Sofia started to follow but Cas rested a hand on her forearm. “Sam, I didn’t want to tell you this…” she sighed and jerked out of Cas’ grip.

“Sofia! Please, for fuck’s sake, just fucking stop with the conspiracy theories! She’s not a narc!” He spared one glance back at her, his lip curled up into a snarl. “As it is, it would be hard for her to steal me away from you. I’m not yours to hold onto. Never have been. Never will be.” Sam tore his jacket out of Sofia’s desperate grasp.

She blurted the words out anyway, ignoring Cas’ desperate whispered plea, “She saved that agent, you know. Smith! From the DEA!” Her chest rose and fell rapidly, a smile twisting dark red lips with the certainty of her accusation. “She pulled him to the floor when the Russians opened fire!”

Sam only let out a breath, could’ve been a laugh. It wasn’t. “Castiel...out of consideration of our friendship, I advise you to keep your bitch in line. I don’t enjoy putting pups down.”

Cas grabbed her bicep when she pushed past him, advancing on Sam. “Dammit, you’re gonna fucking listen to me! Something is wrong with her!”

“Sam, it’s true. I saw her drag him to the ground, a stray bullet caught her on the way.” Cas spoke slowly, deliberately.

He stopped one last time, hand on the doorknob. “Novak, last chance.” The weight in his voice was lost on them both.

“What the fuck?! You’re choosing her over us?!” Sofia nearly screamed. Sam didn’t even blink, didn’t make any other move except to draw his gun, firing a single round that buried itself in her chest.

The long moment between the concussion of air and her shocked expression did nothing to change the expression of the man holding the trigger. The rest of the scene fell to pieces around them.

“Fuck, fuck!” Cas caught her as she fell, trying to stem the flow of blood. “Sam what the fuck, man?! Oh, God, Sof…”

Sam watched her draw in a wet sounding breath, and dialed 911 from his cell, tossing it to Cas.

The harsh growl bit out between Sam’s teeth as his fingers clutched the door, “Save her then. But next time...if she makes it, do as you’re fucking told.”

Getting shot was a bitch. You were cuffed to the bed, in order to protect your cover in case any of Sam’s thugs came sniffing around. The pain meds had you groggy, in a near constant state of half consciousness.

Yet Dean insisted on briefing you and making sure you were okay. Apparently, the Russians had been taken into custody and it seemed they would flip on Sergio any time just to get a softer sentencing.

He finally left you alone and you were hovering on the edge of sleep when there was a light knock on the door, and Sam stepped through with a soft smile. You spied an obscenely huge bouquet of roses and lilies in one hand. “Hey, how you feelin’ baby girl?”

You groaned, “Got myself shot,” to tired to even smile back at him, “...hurts,”

“Yeah, I bet.” He seemed relieved that you were cracking jokes. He sat in the recliner next to your bed, the flowers ending up on your bedside table.

“Those are pretty; for me?” God, every word hurt to force out.

“Well, I had other stuff in mind just yesterday, but you went and got yourself shot, baby.” A sly wink was tossed your way and he grinned, taking your hand gently. “No, I just had to see you were okay with my own eyes, and the bouquet was a good disguise for getting in here to you.”

“You’re so sweet.” You croaked, cracking a small smile. “I’m okay.” Three inches to the right and you would have died instantly.

“Good, good.” His expression turned more serious, hazel eyes looking into your own. “Kate, I came so close to losing you yesterday…” he pressed the back of your hand to his lips, you felt them tremble as he bent his forehead to rest on your bedside. You felt yourself softening as his fingers masked your hands and stroked your fingers, his large hand coming to rest gently in yours.

“Kate....” You heard his voice waver, timid for the first time, “I can’t….”

Unconsciously, you felt your fingers wrap his.

“I can’t ever feel like that again.” His eyes tilted up over the edge of the bed and he was human. His hazel eyes weren’t those of the man who ordered hits and kilos of cartel trades. He was just...Sam.

“Promise me?” The pleading was unbearable.

“Sam, I’m gonna be okay. I’m not going anywhere. Promise.” You slipped a weak laugh into your words.

“Kate, I’m serious!” He sighed, almost as if he were talking to a wayward child. “I never should have sent you out on that deal. I can’t believe I even considered it.”

“Please, can we not do this here?” Your free hand went to your chest when you tried to sit up. “We can fight about it later at the house.”

“Yeah, sweetheart.” He let out a small relieved laugh. “That sounds amazing.”  You were surprised to see him hiding tears. “That reminds me,” he kissed your knuckles again. “Sofia said something…”

You were instantly more alert, heart threatening to burst right out of your chest. You tried to control your breathing, in vain. Maybe he would take it as a side effect of the meds you were on. “Said what?” Was all you managed to get out.

“She said you pulled Agent Smith out of the line of fire once the shooting started.” He held your gaze. Suddenly, all the severity of the cartel came back to his gaze in full force. Whether he loved you, or not - he didn’t trust you, not fully. Before, you caught yourself considering the consequences of your actions, you found yourself pitying his lack of confidence in humanity.

You waited him out. Gave him a hopelessly confused look, as if trying to recall the situation. You’d hoped that would never come to light.

He plowed on. “Now...normally I wouldn’t put much stock in anything she says, but Novak says he saw the same.” His thumb rubbed small circles on the back of your hand. “I need the truth, Katie.” There it was again, the hope.

“Sam...it all happened so fast. I turned to run, but he was there blocking my way. Cas and Sofia ran up into the stairwell, shots were fired. I didn’t think, I just...instinct I guess.” You were suddenly desperate to make everything right. You realized you didn’t just need Sam to trust you. You wanted him to. Tears sprang to your eyes unbidden and unwelcome, but you could use them to your advantage. “Sam, I’m so sorry! I-I was just-”

“Hey, hey...sweetheart it’s okay. You most likely saved his life, and even though that’s less than desireable for me...” he smiled, a genuine, full on dimpled smile. “You’re a good person, Kate. You’re the kind of person I want around me. Next to me.”

You jumped when the door swung open, bouncing against the rubber stopper on the wall behind it. Two men with guns drawn were standing in the doorway, eyes trained on Sam. “DEA! GET ON THE GROUND!”

Sam only smiled at you, letting go of your hand and getting to his knees, hands locked behind his head. You forced yourself to sit up, though your chest burned with the effort. “Sam!”

“They can only hold me for twenty four hours. I’ll be back.” He was cuffed and hauled to his feet, one of the agents reading him his rights. “I promise.”

“I love you, Kate.” Sam spoke over the agent, winking at you. Your answering smile returned immediately, heart hammering against your ribs for an entirely different reason.

The one thing that nagged at you was how in the hell either Cas or Sofia had seen you jerk Dean to the ground. You’d clearly seen them both disappear into the stairwell.

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Ry had just come home from work when all of a sudden Luke pinned him against the wall, kissing him like there was no tomorrow. All the archangel was able to do was to let it happen, kissing back with equal fervor. A little while later, Ry managed to pull away, a smile n his face.

“Not that I’m complaining, but is there something up?”