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castiwls · 5 months ago

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one day - d.w

Paring; dean x reader

Requested; anon

Synopsis;Dean winchester and you had always been close. Destined to fall in love almost, yet nothing good can last forever.(kinda based on the book/series 'one day')

Warnings; mentions of death

Notes;complete truth ive never seen or read the book so I reseaeched it as well as I could. This genuinely made me tear up writing but I hope you enjoy :)

Masterlist

[2005]

“Here.” Dean nudged your shoulder with him before passing you a beer. You smiled mumbling a small thanks before looking back to the horizon in front of you. The sun had just started to set casting the field in an almost golden glow as you both sat quietly.

His leg pressed against yours as he sat down, your backs against the side of his car. A long breath left his lips as he leaned his head against the car for a moment his eyes moved from the sky to watch you as you slowly sipped on the drink, a small smile playing on your lips.

‘When did you say you were leaving again?” You turned your head tensing slightly when you realised how close he was now. A small blush grew on your cheeks as your breath seemed to catch for a moment before you managed to compose yourself.

If Dean was affected by the sudden proximity he didn’t show it. He hummed quietly pursing his lips in thought for a moment. “Monday. Dad said to meet him in Jericho.” You nodded a small pit of disappointment growing in your stomach. Monday was only three days away.

“Monday.” You repeated taking another sip of your drink. Dean’s arm curled around your shoulder shifting you slightly closer. “I wish you’d come round more.” You sighed reaching down to intertwine your fingers with his. “I miss you.”

Dean’s eyes trailed down to where you’d intertwined your hands and he gently squeezed your hand. “You could come with me.” His eyes lit up slightly at the idea.

You sighed. “Dean we both know that's not possible.” He seemed to deflate slightly before blowing out a breath. “I know, I know.” He shook his head, a small chuckle leaving his lips. “Plus, I think Bobby would actually kill me.”

A laugh of your own espaced your lips. “That’s very likely.”

Dean couldn’t help the smile which spread across his face again as he watched you laugh beside him. The sound alone left his heart fluttering, he’d always prided himself on his ability to make you smile no matter the situation.

He’d quickly learnt that one of his favourite things was seeing you happy and he’d do anything to make sure that happened. After a moment you fell quiet, your head resting on his shoulder as he squeezed you closer.

He leaned down pressing his lips to your head for a long moment before settling back against the car.

Truthfully a large part of him was dreading your impending goodbye. Hunting was taking up more and more of his time and in turn, he found himself with less and less free time and in turn less time to see you.

The selfish part of him wanted to take you with him. Keep you by his side at all times but he knew you didn’t want that. You’d spent endless hours as kids and teenagers talking about your future plans and hunting was simply something you weren’t interested in.

Sure, you had the training and you knew more than enough to take on the job but it had never called to you in the way it seemed to Dean.

The sun continued to set casting the world into greyscale as you both continued to sit there, mindlessly talking about anything and everything.

A small yawn escaped your lips as you placed the bottle down beside you. Dean’s hand squeezed your shoulder. “Ready to head back?” He stretched his free arm over his head before moving to stand.

He held out a hand to you, which you quickly grasped. You stumbled slightly as you stood placing a hand on his chest to steady yourself. Dean grinned. “One drink and you're already falling over.”

You shook your head swatting at his arm. “Shut up.”

He laughed wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Someone can’t handle her drink.” He teased. “Dean!” You scolded. “I can handle my drink just fine thank you very much.” You pulled back from his side after a moment moving to stand in front of him.

You studied his face for a moment, memorising every inch. “When will you be back?” He sighed pushing his hands into his pockets. “Soon. I promise.”

He took a small step forward. “I’ll phone, every night alright.” He pulled a hand from his pocket reaching up to gently brush your jaw. “Be careful. Please.” You hated him hunting. You’d find yourself spending most of your days in an anxious haze waiting with bated breath to hear his voice. To know that he was alive.

He brushed his thumb over your cheek. “I always am.” He leaned down pressing his lips to your head. “You're not getting rid of me that easily.”

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“You sure you can’t stay just one more day?”

Dean laughed quietly shaking his head. “Afraid not.” He wrapped an arm around your waist, sighing gently. “Duty calls.”

Your arms wrapped around his neck, one of your hands running through the hair at the nape of his neck. His thumb rubbed small circles on your hip as he watched you, his heart picking up slightly as your fingers skimmed the back of his neck.

“I’ll call you later okay.” He pulled you closer resting his chin on your head. You closed your eyes relaxing into his hold. “Okay.”

You stayed like that for a while before eventually pulling back. Mumbling a soft ‘bye’ he dropped his hands from your waist.

You watched from your spot as the Impala disappeared around the corner. You stood for a moment longer before turning and walking back into the house, mentally praying to whatever was up there that he’d come back safe.

[2010]

The click of the motel door pulled your attention from the article you’d been reading. Dean smiled holding up a take-out bag before walking over and placing it down on the table. He moved behind you placing a hand on the table. “Find anything?”

“Nope.” You sighed turning to face him. He let out a sigh of his own before reaching over to shut the laptop. “Hey.” You protested reaching over to reopen it, though Dean was faster. He pushed the laptop across the table. “You’ve been at it all day, it's late.”

You pursed your lips before nodding. “Okay. I’m done.” His grin brightened pressing his lips to yours for a moment. The action still left you breathless even after months. You’d both danced around each other for so long that you weren’t entirely sure when you crossed the line from best friends to something more.

For the longest time you’d tried to push your feelings down. Tried to ignore the way your heart seemed to pick up whenever he was in the room as you were afraid of getting hurt. Your anxiety over him leaving was bad enough when he was simply your friend you couldn’t imagine the mess you would have been should you have been something more.

But over the last year, since his death and later resurrection, you’d found yourself joining him and Sam more and more. At first, you’d simply claimed you were catching up for lost time but over time you’d found yourself enjoying it.

You’d never seen the appeal of the fast-paced life until now.

It also finally allowed your relationship with Dean to develop and move away from the cycle you’d both been stuck in.

You hummed quietly as he pulled back. “C’mon, it’s gonna get cold.”

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The smell of coffee drifted throughout the house as you slowly made your way downstairs. Music played softly from the kitchen as you passed through the small lounge, a tired smile growing on your lips as you leaned against the archway.

As if sensing your presence Dean turned, a grin on his face. “Mornin’ sweetheart.” You mumbled your own greeting before he turned back to the stove. Crossing the room you wrapped your arms around his waist sighing softly.

“You're up early.” Your check rested against his chest as your eyes glanced to the clock in the kitchen. 09:04 am. Dean hummed. “Couldn’t sleep.”

You frowned slightly pulling back. “I noticed.” You moved to stand beside him. “You know you can talk to me right.” You placed a hand on his arm. “You don’t have to handle this alone.”

Dean stayed quiet, his grip on the pan tightening slightly. “I know.” He murmured.

The apocalypse hadn’t been easy on any of you. Dean especially. Losing Sam shook you all hard, harder than you’d imagined. It had gotten easier but he still had his moments. You both did.

You watched him for a moment longer mentally sighing. You hated when he’d close up like this.

Leaning up on your toes you pressed a kiss to his cheek before pulling back. “I’ll get the plates.”

Dean nodded, a small smile pulling at his lips as you brushed a hand over his arm. He watched you from the corner of his eye, the feeling of grief which had consumed him since the night before seeming to melt away just slightly as he watched you.

The world had always seemed that much brighter whenever you were around, he supposed that was why he’d spent years begging you to come with him. Even now when his whole world crumbled around him the one constant he had left was you and you’d stayed.

He’d never imagined being able to live a normal life, it simply wasn't something that he’d seen as possible. Yet now he had that, he couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone else.

Leaning down he flicked the heat off turning to watch as you moved around the small kitchen. You turned, smiling as you caught his eye. “Done?”

“Mhm.” He nodded, opening his arms as you approached him. You settled against his chest, your arms wrapping around his neck as he went to your waist. You stayed like that for a moment before you pulled back slightly looking up at him.

His eyes seemed to sparkle almost in the morning light as he stared fondly down at you. “You know I love you right.” He pressed his lips against yours for a moment. “I know.” You whispered leaning your forehead against his.

This was his heaven.

[2015]

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been in a hospital, but wandering the halls now he remembered why he disliked them. The white walls seemed too bright on his tired eyes as he made what must have been his fifth trip down to the coffee machine that day alone.

He’d long since stopped caring about how long it had been since he’d first stepped foot inside the building. Sam had mumbled something about him needing to go and get some sleep - something about how he was only going to make himself ill but he couldn’t find it in him to care.

The hunt had gone bad. Really bad.

None of you had noticed the fifth vamp. None of you had noticed the way it had managed to get behind you until it was too late. Dean kept replaying the moment over and over in his head, every time he closed his eyes all he could see was the moment you hit the floor. The way your body had gone limp in his arms.

The memory left bile rising in his throat as he pushed a random button on the machine.

He really needed a drink.

The doctors had told them you were stable. You’d been in surgery for hours and even that had been touch and go.

There had been blood - so much blood.

Shaking slightly he grabbed the cup before setting off back to the lifeless room which had become his home over the last few days.

The monitors beeping had ingrained themselves in his brain and it seemed no matter where he was all he could hear was the sounds of the machines currently keeping you alive.

Shouldering the door open he paused for a moment. If he really thought about it he could just trick himself into thinking you were asleep and that you weren’t clinging to life by a thread.

Sitting down in the chair beside your bed he let out a shaky breath, bringing the cup to his lips he took a long sip. The liquid burned as he swallowed.

Placing the cup down he reached over to grasp your hand in his. The skin was cooler than normal as he rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. “You gotta wake up Sweetheart.”

His eyes slowly moved from your hand to your face as he leaned closer.

For the first time in a while, he felt truly lost. Normally you’d be the one to comfort him in these situations. When his dad died you’d been there and the countless times he’d lost Sam it was always you who’d be standing not far away, waiting to pick up the pieces and mend what was broken.

Yet now you weren’t there.

Drawing in a breath he felt a tear fall from his eyes. He quickly wiped it away before brushing a hand over your head. “I can’t do this alone.”

His voice was quiet as he spoke. This wasn't supposed to happen. You were supposed to get old, and maybe have a few kids (hopefully with him). Hell, you were supposed to get married - something you’d always talked to him about.

But now all that seemed like a distant fantasy. Something which a few days ago had been so in reach was now nothing more than a distant fantasy. Something which the realistic part of him knew would never happen.

He fell quiet after a moment, his eyes glued to your face as he pulled every ounce of strength he had not to break down then and there.

His free hand slipped down into his pocket. His fingers grasped the small box before pulling it out. Dean stared at it for a moment, fresh tears gathering in his eyes as he flicked the box open.

The ring glistened under the white light. He started at it for a moment longer before snapping the box shut.

Standing from the chair he ran a hand through his hair as he slowly paced the room. The beeping continued quietly in the background until suddenly the room fell quiet.

It must have been less than a second yet he still paused, a frown growing on his lips before the beeping returned - this time louder and more instant.

Within a minute the room was swarmed. Doctors and nurses all talking over each other as he stood there, frozen. He barely registered someone taking his arm and pulling him from the room in his daze.

No. No. No.

His body refused to move from where the nurse had left him quickly telling him to stay there. The world almost seemed to slow down as he watched on from his spot.

“Dean.” Sam’s voice broke him from the daze. He sounded breathless as he planted a hand on his brother's shoulder, a pained look on his face. “Sit.” He pushed his brother into a chair before falling into the one beside him.

He placed his head in his hands.

After what seemed like an eternity a doctor - one Dean recognised - emerged. His face is natural as he came to stand before them both. Sam practically shot out of his seat as the doctor sent Dean a glance.

He whispered something before pulling Sam a few feet away. Ignoring them both he stood slowly walking towards the doorway. The room was mostly empty now except for a nurse who paused upon hearing his footsteps.

She sent him a sympathetic look before gently brushing past him. Just as he went to step into the room a hand on his shoulder stopped him. “Dean.” Sam’s voice shook slightly as he turned to face his brother.

The doctor stood beside him, a solemn look now on his face. “She’s okay” Dean looked between the two. His fist clenched at the silence. “She’s okay.” He was more instant this time.

The doctor sighed, swallowing thickly. “I’m afraid not. She lost too much blood. We did what-”

“She’s fine.” Dean cut him off stepping closer. His eyes hardened as a burst of anger seemed to bubble over. Sam quickly stepped between the two as Dean’s voice began to rise in volume.

“She’s fine. You said she would be fine.”

His hands shook slightly as he felt his brother push him back until he hit a wall. The words continued to fall from his lips, each more frantic than the one before. “I’m so sorry.” The man said before turning and walking away.

Dean watched before turning back to his brother. Sam swallowed, his eyes glassy as he stepped back. His eyes darted over to the room door before looking back to Dean.

“You need to say goodbye.”

At that moment the dam inside him snapped. The anger faded to pure despair as he ran a hand through his hair. “I can’t. I can’t. She’s not…” He shook his head. The world left the bile climbing back up his throat.

“Dean.” Sam sighed watching as his brother moved back to the room doorway. “I’ll give you a minute.”

Dean barely glanced back before stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him.

You looked peaceful.

Steeling himself he moved back over to his seat. Taking your hand in his he sat for a moment. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered. He slipped out of the chair, the floor hard beneath his knees as he shuffled closer.

Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the box again carefully opening it before pulling the ring out.

He didn’t bother to stop the tears which threatened to fall as he gently took your hand in his, slipping the ring onto your finger before placing your hand back down on the bed.

Leaning up he placed his lips to your cheek.

“I love you.” His lips brushed your cheek gently. “I’ll never stop loving you.”

Leaning his head on the bed he finally broke down.

Intertwining your fingers, he felt the cool press of the ring against his skin as his whole world finally crumbled down.

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zepskies · 1 year ago

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Hey Zepskies!

So I just wanted to ask if you could tell your most fav fav fics for Supernatural.

I’m pretty sure I’ve read all your fics and they are just 🥹🥹SO GOOD!!❤️❤️

But I need more.. so if you could pls pls help me out here🥰

Thanks!!

Oh my goodness, what a great question!!

(And thank you, my lovely. I'm so glad you enjoy my writing. 🥰🥰)

I've actually been doing a lot of reading lately, despite also writing up a storm, working on Smoke Eater.

Here are some of my favorites! They will span Tumblr, Ao3, and FF.net, as I did a lot of my early reading/writing on other platforms.

Now, in no particular order...

Keep in mind, I probably like several fics from each of these authors, but I'm featuring one or two that I very much enjoyed.

**[Minors beware, I'm recommending a lot of 18+ only content here!]

Dean Winchester x Reader or OC:

Stories are Dean x Reader unless noted OC.

Hold On I'm Coming - @ravengirl94

Clear the Area - Alisha Ashton (Excellent 4-part series!)

Unspoken - @thatonewriter15

The Girlfriend Who Remade Christmas - @deanwinchesterswitch

Twenty Minutes or Less - @iprobablyshipit91

Magical Blooms

The First Time Series - @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

The Dangers of Hope

It's All For You

Things Learned and Unlearned

Remind Me - @justagirlinafandomworld

Delicate

The Fallout

Feral - @jawritter

Here For You - @marvelfanfn2187a113

Collared - @spnexploration

Old Man - @kaleldobrev

Creature of the Night - @waynes-multiverse

Friends with Benefits - @deanwritings

Safe - @waywardxwords

Carry On - @acreativelydifferentlove

You're Home

Helping Hand - @deanwanddamons

Love Language - @mind-empty-just-fictional-people | @jacklesbrainworms

It Ain't About Pity - @ejlovespie

More to Love - kittenofdoomage

Never Spoken, Always Said

The Widow - @pink-sparkly-witch

Say I'm Beautiful - Lindsey D. Perez

While They Dance On A Pin (Jane Series 5) - shirleypositive72 (Dean x OC)

She's My Cherry Pie - BeccabooO1O

Feral - @luci-in-trenchcoats

Witches - @waywardxwords

Wild Flower - @deanbrainrotwritings

Take a Shot - @rizlowwritessortof

Late Night Show

Lost in You

That’s How It Should Be (Sheriff!Dean)

Girls, Girls, Girls - @spnbabe67 (Dean x OC)

NSFT Alphabet [Dean Winchester] - @chevroletdean

Masturbation [Dean Winchester]

Roots in My Dreamland - @pamwritessometimes

Dean Winchester x Lisa Braeden:

Damages - adventuresinposting

One Step at a Time - FaithDaria

A Dad By Any Other Name - bloodmagik

Sam Winchester x Reader or OC:

Stories are Sam x Reader unless noted OC.

While You Were Sleeping - Avrilando (Sam x OC)

With The Eyes of a Loving Man - Avrilando (Sequel to While You Were Sleeping)

It's Your Birthday - Lindsey D. Perez

If You Give a Moose a Muffin - Lindsey D. Perez

All of Me - ALoversDream

Could Have Told You That One, Winchester - BeccabooO1O

Samnesia - @princessmisery666

Delicate - @ohsc

I'm sure there are many, many more, but here's a starter list for you of my favorite people! 💕

I have several more stories favorited on my FF.net account. (Beware if you try to read any of the stories I wrote there though. Some of those are old as hell and not to my current standard. 🤣)

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emo-markie · 2 months ago

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*:･ﾟ✧ Supernatural oc/reader fic recs

I like to read. So I read. A lot. This is my curated selection of fics that make me feral. I highly recommend checking out the creators!

REMEMBER TO READ THE TAGS!

Last updated : October 10, 2024

red means work in progress

blue means complete work

(sorted by alphabetic order)

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SAM WINCHESTER

Birdcage Fires by FallingDomino on Fanfiction.net

Rating: M

After finding a naked girl on a lonely stretch of California road on a stormy night, Sam doesn't have long to try and help the amnesiac girl before Dean drags him back into the life of hunting. Over the past three years, he never really forgot her, but when they reunite, the brothers discover something much more sinister about the night Sam saved her. Sam/OC, Before S1, skips to S4

Complex by NeQuittezPas on AO3

Rating: M

Sam Winchester will do whatever it takes to save his brother from Hell. When all else fails, he tries a spell—and botches it. Cassandra Holmes awoke from uneasy dreams and found herself transported to a fictional universe. Cass wants to go home. Sam wants his brother back. Maybe, working together, they can both get what they want.

Pie and Consqeuences by SteelRigged on AO3

Rating: T

Dean’s eyebrows were popping off his face. He looked at Sam, who had pie falling off his nose, and swallowed a smile. "You're getting slow, Sam," Dean said, and patted his brother on the shoulder. Sam wiped pie from his cheeks and chin. Veronica's rage had caught him off guard. She was one of the few people from his past he was still on good terms with. At least he thought they had been on good terms. At least neutral terms. Not pie in the face terms. “Oh Sammy, Sammy, Sammy,” Dean muttered, glowing with pleasure. “Don’t worry. I’ve been there. You probably deserved it.”

pythia - a supernatural rewrite by uncouth-the-fiffth on AO3

Rating: T

John goes missing. Like every time you use your Gift to track him down, it's hardly for his own sake. If it weren't for Dean, trembling under that too-big jacket on your stoop and working up the courage to even say Sam's name, you'd happily never think about their father ever again. Or what you're doing to Sam's life by pulling him back into the hunt. If it was up to you, John Winchester would never be heard from again. But the boys need you. So, you go.

I highly recommend checking out the author's other fics here: uncouth's spn fics

The LightBringer by I_Am_A_Silver_Lining on AO3

Rating: E

Waking in the body of Lucifer, having their memories and powers, should have been horrible. And it was... ...Until it wasn't OR Kore wakes up as Lucifer, powers, memories and all. She is still herself with a little something sinister sprinkled in and decides to rip up the script and throw the apocalypse out the door. However, her True Vessel seems to still believe she wants to get in him, but he'd MUCH rather have it the other way around... OR OC invades Supernatural and takes over the world one piece of trash at a time. with ART

This Untraveled Road (series) by BAPWarrior18 on AO3

By Fate or Free Will

Rating: M

In the year 2003, a witch unleashed a powerful spell that drastically altered the fates of thousands of girls and women around the world. Some were killed. Some were protected. Many went about their lives or deaths unknowing of their transformed purpose. However, each were meant to be soldiers in the war against evil. Each were meant to tip the scales in the favor of good. For one in particular, there would have been no tipping of the scales… if not for some higher being’s determination to piggyback not only on the spell, but on the things that had already been set in motion by demons. OR In which the Winchesters meet the original breed of hunter, causing tiny ripples that turns their world on its head. And brings forth the war of change. For better or worse.

War of Change

Rating: M

THE ROAD SO FAR… The Winchesters met their bespoke Slayer, shifting the balance of their lives and unknown to them, the fate of the world. The Catalyst awakened new paths, altered goals, and shifted motivations. Like a drop in a pond transforming into a tsunami. As intended. Six Special Children survived Cold Oak. Four Slayers fought at the opening of the Devil’s Gate. One Slayer met death and lived. One Slayer confessed and vanished. All the while, two beings of undefined purpose watched and plotted. None could have predicted the drastic turn of events caused by the union of Slayers and Champions. NOW Demons and hunters scramble to make sense of the new world order. Some revel in the change. Some attempt to fix the balance. Others struggle to carry out carefully constructed plans. In the meantime, the Winchesters navigate what it means to be Champions. The Catalyst comes to understand her true gift. And the purpose of The Connected becomes clear.

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DEAN WINCHESTER

one of these nights by uncouth-the-fifth on AO3

Rating: E

“S’ a good night,” Dean tells you, beaming, “we can do another round, right?” “Hell yeah,” you shrug, and raise your empty glass, “Here’s to alcohol poisoning, baby.” “Yeah,” Dean echoes, almost slurring. “Baby."

This Curse On Our House by Sonny13 on Fanfiction.net

Rating: M

Faith has battles in her bones and nothing left to lose; a dangerous combination, but perfect for a hunter. But she's got demons out for her blood, convinced she can break some kind of curse, and they call her the Child of War - whatever that means. Things might be a little easier if Dean Winchester wasn't so damn frustrating.

Toil and Trouble by LittleGreenPlasticSoldier on AO3

Rating: M

What’s the best way to infiltrate a coven? Be a witch. What does a modern witch need these days… Dean is going to be your familiar. He really wants to be a dog. He's not going to be a dog, and it works out way better and messier than either of you planned.

“Yeah, I have a Great Dean.” by LittleGreenPlasticSoldier on AO3

Rating: E

Dean is a good boy.

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CASTIEL

Angel 101 by kittenofdoomage on AO3

Rating: E

The angels are dying out in huge numbers, and Castiel, searching for a way to save Jack from being used by them, and to also save them, is called by another angel to assist in what he thinks may be the solution.

Branded by ObliviousApple on AO3

Rating: E

Basically, the first time Cas ever touches you, a brand appears on your arm. A brand that says his name in Enochian. Come along for the ride as you try to stop the apocalypse, save the Winchester's from their own idiocy, and fall in love with our favorite feathered bastard. Spoiler alert: the brand is a soulmate mark. Who saw that coming?!

David by therev on AO3

Rating: T

What if the person who found amnesiac!Cas when he stumbled out of that river in Colorado had been a man and not a woman? And what if when Dean caught up with him, he found that Cas had a husband? And what if he was a real character and not the throw-away that they made Daphne?

Empire State of Mind by saprrowed on Fanfiction.net

Rating: M

Rating: E

Castiel makes a friend in New York City. And like many New York sitcoms, this is a story about nothing.

Feathers by enter_the_phantom on AO3

Rating: T

The giving of feathers and the revealing of wings is a sacred act for an angel, and it's something Castiel doesn't take lightly. But if there's one human he'd enter into such a close bond with, it's Abby Singer, the Winchesters' hunting partner and adopted sibling. Whenever he's around them, he feels things he's never felt before, and as strange as these new emotions are, he doesn't want them to stop. Unfortunately for him, Abby isn't the most receptive to his presence. They've been stubbornly opposed to his awkward attempts at friendship ever since they first met. In fact, it feels like he's the only one who can't seem to forge a relationship with the prickly hunter. Even more unfortunately, it doesn't seem to matter anyway, because another angel has already beaten him to it.

Gas-n-sip by eratothemuse on AO3

You just needed a job. Who knew that getting one at your local Gas-n-Sip would end up like this? (Set in 9x06 “Heaven Can’t Wait”)

Guardian Angel by ZonateBiscuit on AO3

Rating: M

When you feel lost, you begin to pray. Charlie Crivens is lost, but she's not sure anyone can hear her. Slow build Castiel/OFC

I Was A Stranger And You Welcomed Me by dorkilysoulless on AO3

Rating: E

Whoever he is, he's either homeless or hitching. He's also too damn pretty not to take home.

The Love Story of the Runner Up by Margo_Kim on AO3

Rating: T

“So you saw a white man in a trench coat pop out in an alley,” Paul says, “and you thought, what, ‘I want to see where this is going’?” “If you get hung up on details like that,” Miguel says, “it will take a very long time to get through this story. For a very weird era in his life, Miguel dates an angel who is in love with another man.

The Original Cambion by thereluctantshipper on AO3

Rating: E

Just as they're gearing up to stop the apocalypse, Bobby, Dean, Sam, and more importantly, Castiel, meet the original Cambion, a half-demon half-human hybrid. And she wants to... Help them? OFC insert, starts roughly S5E16, will not follow story all the way through.

Questions and Answers by lacqueluster (GG_and_MM) on AO3

Rating: E

Castiel is becoming increasingly uncomfortable in his vessel. He comes to you with some questions.

Where Angels Fear To Tread by OrigamiDoll on AO3

Rating: E

Reader meets the Winchesters and Castiel when they roll through town on a hunt. They inadverdently expose her to the supernatural and turn her world view upside down. Soon, her house becomes a frequent detour for the boys and a friendship begins to blossom between the reader and Team Free Will. Castiel finds himself fascinated by the reader. Where will things lead?

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CROWLEY

Dead Body Moving by NeQuittezPas on AO3

Rating: M

Nell never expected to return from her cross-country roadtrip, but when a fellow camper goes missing during her stay at the Grand Canyon, she may live far, far longer than she expected.

Like I'm Not Made of Stone by ProlixInSpace on AO3

Rating: E

In ancient Mesopotamia, one careless death-goddess invents a cruel curse. Its singular victim can never die, but will rather live the last single year of a random human life somewhere in time, every year, forever and ever. In Hell, a belligerent soul takes centuries of abuse from Lilith herself, and is molded through her cruel tutelage into something darker, more ambitious, and cleverer by far than your standard-issue demon. A pair like that can only become more than the sum of their parts.

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GABRIEL

alexa, play candyshop (bass boosted) by bumbleberrysky on AO3

Rating: T

You knew there was a reason some divine power brought you to the Winchesters all those years ago, but to this day you still have no idea what that reason is. It's something you're destined to find out soon though, especially when you return to the bunker after months away and find not only a new face, but one that belongs to someone who up until that point you'd thought was dead. What does his return have to do with the changes you're suddenly experiencing in yourself? Will you finally find out the reason you'd been brought here in the first place? Maybe... Chuck works in mysterious ways after all. [divergent around s13/the end of s13-- will likely have spoilers]

Along For the Ride by MyPurpleSkies on AO3

Rating: T

Danielle Awenasa Callaghan thought being a hunter was complicated enough. That is until she joins the Winchesters along for one hell of a ride that involves repeatedly saving the world from danger, falling for a Trickster that's more than he seems, hiding the fact that your godfather isn't exactly human from the boys you're beginning to see as part of your family, and discovering that she and the King of Hell share a mutual appreciation for David Bowie's music. Not to mention being told by a cupid that she's met her soul mate already. Oh, let's not forget that she nearly died and was saved by some mysterious stranger that Death refuses to tell her the identity of.

I Want to Tell you by lacqueluster (GG_and_MM) on AO3

Rating: E

He can’t tell her when she’s drunk. That wouldn’t be right. He’ll tell her tomorrow. He’ll bring her coffee and let her shower and then he’ll sit her down. Tomorrow. It’s definitely time. He has to get this off his chest and tomorrow is the day.

Kibble by The_White_Rabbit42 on AO3

Rating: T

Sam and Dean ask Gabriel to cat sit for you, and it leads to a surprising discovery.

Third Time's a Charm by The_White_Rabbit42 on AO3

Rating: E

Gabriel unexpectedly comes to your aid and reveals a part of himself you never expected to see.

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SIBLING OC

Dynamics of an Asteroid by NeQuittezPas on AO3

Rating: T

Sam thumped a photo album down onto her desk. Beneath the thin film of dust, the cover was dark burgundy. Margo recognized it at once. “Ah.” He was here for the other reason, then. The one she’d always dreaded, even if she’d imagined it more than a few times over the years. He was here because that photo album contained pictures of Margo from the time she was born through the time she was in high school. A rare few of them even showed her together with John Winchester—Sam’s father. And also, incidentally, her father. She was not prepared for this conversation.

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CHILD OC

Along Came Sophie by LaceyoftheTypewriter on Fanfiction.net

Rating: T

Dean is still fighting supernatural crime with Sam when a pretty young plot twist named Sophie Gardner shows up claiming to be Dean's 15-year-old daughter. As she worms her way into his heart, he comes to realize what exactly he's been missing, and how far he'll go to fix what's broken.

Light of mine by TheTardyOwl on Fanfiction.net

Rating: T

A Fledgling is almost killed during one of Michael and Lucifer's explosive arguments. Gabriel steps into the role of Caretaker for the little Angel and discovers that his new charge isn't what he expected.

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PLATONIC OC

Student Housing by darkshrimpemotions on AO3

Rating: T

Sam decides to rent out rooms in the bunker to college students. Finding yourself in a housing bind just before the start of your sophomore year, you decide the dirt cheap rent is worth the risk that your landlords might be serial killers.

#oh god people will know how much freak i am :')#supernatural #spn #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #crowley #gabriel #supernatural x reader #spn x reader #supernatural x oc #spn x oc #supernatural x you #spn x you #spn fanfic #emo-markie

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spnbabe67 · 2 months ago

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Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Welcome to my Kinktober 2024 Masterlist.

Day One: Road Head (Dean Winchester)

Day Two: Rough Sex (Jake Seresin)

Day Three: Make Up Sex (Dean Winchester)(JVB)

Day Four: Friends to Lovers (Tyler Owens)

Day Five: Marking (Jake Seresin)

Day Six: Knife Play (Demon Dean)

Day Seven: Pool Sex (Tyler Owens)

Day Eight: Strip Tease (Billy Butcher)

Day Nine: (Semi) Public Sex (Jake Seresin)

Day Ten: Nude Photography (Dean Winchester)

Day Eleven: Caught Masturbating (Jake Seresin)

Day Twelve: Quickie (Dean Winchester)

Day Thirteen: Morning Sex (Tyler Owens)

Day Fourteen: Shower Sex (Billy Butcher)

Day Fifteen: Phone Sex (Dean Winchester)

Day Sixteen: Cunnilingus (Jake Seresin)

Day Seventeen: High/Drunk Sex (Tyler Owens)

Day Eighteen: Fluffy Sex (Dean Winchester)

Day Nineteen: Car Sex (Tyler Owens)

Day Twenty: Uniform Kink (Solider Boy)(AFGB)

Day Twenty-One: Body Worship (Dean Winchester); Multiple Orgasms (AFGB)

Day Twenty-Two: Possessive Sex (Jake Seresin)

Day Twenty-Three: Tattoo Kink (Dean Winchester)(AFGB)

Day Twenty-Four: Cowboy Hat Rule (Tyler Owens)

Day Twenty-Five: Power Exchange (Dean Winchester)(AFGB)

Day Twenty-Six: Dacryphilia (Soldier Boy)

Day Twenty-Seven: Face Sitting (Billy Butcher)

Day Twenty-Eight: Mile High Club (Soldier Boy)

Day Twenty-Nine: Cockwarming (Dean Winchester)

Day Thirty: Against The Wall (Billy Butcher)

(This ended up being 231 pages long, 12pt. font, double-spaced)

Day Thirty-One: Mask Kink (Dean Winchester)

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iamleesi · 7 months ago

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★ 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ★

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aylacavebear · 4 months ago

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Soulmates? Yeah, right, pft. - Ch. 6

When you turn sixteen, and your soulmate's name doesn’t appear anywhere on your body that you can find, you figure you had to be the only person on the planet who didn’t have one. Most of the town shuns you, so you stick close to family. Your Aunt Ellen raised you after your parents died in a car crash when you were two, but what happens when the Winchesters return to town and buried secrets begin to come to light?

Pairing: Mechanic Dean Winchester x OC Reader/You

Word Count: 3517

Warnings: Angst, some Fluff, Confrontation, Dean being a sweetheart.

A/N: This is my non-Supernatural fic I'm attempting. Please let me know what you think, as I always love hearing from my readers.

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You moved slowly as you unpacked the things Dean had packed and brought down there. He’d remembered so much more than your mind had even considered, like toiletries. It felt odd, being in this underground home built to not only hide you but keep you safe and taken care of.

The hours passed slowly for you. Dean had left you there around one-thirty. When your stomach began grumbling for nourishment around five, you dragged your feet as you explored the kitchen. It had a lot of non-perishables, like powdered milk, canned meat, vegetables, and fruits. There were potato flakes, too, along with a slew of other boxed items you didn’t feel like looking through.

Cereal it is.

This house was eerily quiet compared to the one above ground, and your mind took mental notes of it as you ate. You couldn’t hear any car or animal. Not even a cricket. Refrigerators typically have a hum, but this particular one didn’t, making the kitchen a vacuum of sound. Each bite of cereal you took seemed to echo in the silence, amplifying your solitude. I need some sound, any sound.

You ate quickly, the silence becoming unbearable. You needed some sort of noise to silence the silence that seemed to be getting too much on you. After you grabbed your phone charger from the bag in your room, you plugged it in, turned on your playlist, and sighed in relief when the first notes of Back in Black began playing, filling the void with a familiar comfort. The music, familiar and comforting, was a lifeline in the sea of silence, easing your unease and loneliness.

It would still be a bit before Dean was due back, so you headed to the room with the computers, wanting to see if anyone had been there while you had been gone earlier. Plus, it’d give you something to do. Earlier in the day, you’d put both keys on a necklace chain and wore it under your shirt; plus, it made it easier not to lose them.

Settling into the chair in front of the monitors, you clicked around on different things, finally finding the saved recordings. You found it interesting how the live feed was up on the other three monitors while you fiddled around on the fourth, looking through the saved files.

Luckily, there was nothing there that you had to worry about. It was either you or an animal of some kind outside that had tripped the motion sensor to record its movement. That was when you came across the one where Dean had spent the night, and furrowed your brow, confused as you watched him in the recording.

Your classic rock playlist continued to play in the background as you watched him. He stayed on the couch for a while, laying there, but in a way so he could easily look toward the top of the stairs. An hour or so later, he got up and paced a little before heading up the stairs. Different cameras picked him up, so you played the recordings with his movements. He stood in your doorway, which you left open.

The camera that was in your room picked up the front of him. He brought his right hand up to the front of his left shoulder, rubbing it slightly. You weren’t entirely sure why he would do that, unless perhaps he was sore from work, even though it had been an easy day.

You could see that he was mouthing words, but the camera didn’t pick up sound, sadly. He crossed his arms and leaned his shoulder on the doorframe, just watching you, for at least an hour. Dean never went into your room, though. He walked through the house, checking the doors and windows, then stood in your doorway again.

Why would he do that? Does he know something else that I don’t? Maybe he was just worried about me.

When you realized, through the recordings, that he had only gotten four hours of sleep that night, you were determined to make sure he got decent sleep tonight. Then you sighed, as he hadn’t said he’d stay with you.

If he does stay, he can have the bed. I’ll take the couch.

Glancing down at your phone, you sighed again, knowing he wouldn’t be back for at least another half hour. One recording did catch your eye, though. It was one while Dean was sleeping, and it had several linked recordings from other cameras.

At first, you didn’t see anything as to why the camera would activate, even after you replayed it half a dozen times. On that next play-through, though, you felt sick as the chill of goosebumps ran down your body out of fear.

There was a silhouette of a man outside the window of the living room where Dean was sleeping. You watched all the connected videos, and they had caught not only the man’s appearance, but also the vehicle he had driven there in, with the license plate number.

You were going to take down the information and give it to Jodi, but you had no way of getting it to her without using your phone or leaving the safety of this home-like bunker. Just as you leaned back in the seat, several of the outside cameras got a red line around them, signifying motion. It was a car you didn’t recognize, but Dean got out of the passenger seat, with a bag in his hand. You got closer to the screen, squinting a little, noticing it looked like an overnight bag. You smiled, relieved you wouldn’t be alone, but also that it was Dean who had showed up and not some stranger.

The car that had dropped him off drove away shortly after, which relieved you. You watched him move through the house, locking doors behind him. When he reached the secret door, he looked over his shoulder, then did the secret knock he’d come up with earlier. You excitedly ran to the main door, popped it open, and then ran up the stairs, opening that door as well, still smiling.

“You made it,” you began, but he put his finger to his lips, meaning for you to keep quiet, so you nodded and went back down the stairs. Dean followed you after he closed the door.

Is he worried someone is listening? Did someone follow him? Did he see something while he was outside that the cameras didn’t? Did someone tell him something?

You had so many questions but were keeping quiet until the two of you were inside the bunker. Once he tossed his bag on the floor near the couch, you practically tackled him in a hug.

“It’s so quiet here,” you told him, doing your best not to cry, again.

Deam was surprised, but he smiled softly and wrapped his arms around you, “Hope it’s okay if I spend the night. Might not be so quiet then.”

You pulled back and looked up at him curiously, with your arms still around the back of his neck, even if you did have to stand on your tiptoes to do so. “You’d really stay down here with me in the silent underground solitude?” you asked, puzzled.

The laughter that erupted from deep in his chest made you have to let go and take a step back. You weren’t entirely sure why he had found your question so amusing, but hearing him laugh like that made you smile.

It took Dean a few moments to catch his breath, which almost made you start laughing, “Sweetheart, you’ve got your own secret hideout. Why wouldn’t I want to hang out here with you? It’s like having your very own personal Bat-Cave, like Batman.”

At least now you understood why he had found your statement so funny. And the more you thought about what he said, you laughed hard at it. “Thanks. I really needed that,” you finally told him, now smiling and far more relaxed than you had been all day.

“Now, did you eat?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, around five. Oh, and tonight, you’re sleeping on the bed. I saw you stayed up last night and watched over me. There’s no need to do that down here. So, I’m going to make sure you’re comfortable and actually sleep tonight,” you told him, crossing your arms.

He tried not to laugh, and it came out as a quiet chuckle, “Sweetheart, you sleep in your bed. I’ll take the couch. No need to go to any extremes.”

You rolled your eyes, “Only if you answer a couple questions,” you told him, raising an eyebrow.

“What questions?” he asked, looking mildly curious but also almost worried.

“Why did you rub your shoulder last night? We had an easy day at the garage,” you asked cautiously. You knew there was a possibility that whatever it was could be personal.

He sighed before he sat down on the couch. Well, more like plopped down, so you sat on the far side, near the arm. “It’s my soulmate’s name. That’s all,” he answered quietly without looking at you.

Now you felt really bad. You knew that was a touchy subject for him. Much like you, but in almost opposite ways. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was that personal. You can have the couch,” you replied quietly.

“It’s just a sore subject, for both of us,” he replied, motioning to the two of you. “If you want to talk about it, we can, but that means we both share stuff. Keep it fair. If you don’t want to, we can talk about other stuff.”

That was when you remembered the man from the night before, on the recording, “Maybe another time. There’s something I need to show you,” you told him, somewhat worried at how he’d react.

Dean followed you into the room, puzzled but silent. He watched the recordings from behind you, but you would glance up from time to time. You could tell that he was very clearly upset and angry. It was worse than when he was around Cole earlier. Dean’s jaw was clenched, his arms crossed over his chest, and he looked beyond pissed. You were sure you saw fire behind those emerald green eyes of his as he glared at the monitor.

“Azazel,” he said in a low, almost inaudible growl.

You turned back to the monitor, remembering the name from your parents' letters. Now, you had a face you could put to a name.

That night, Dean pulled out two phones and explained they were burner phones so you could still communicate with the outside world. He also handed you a piece of paper with several people’s numbers. You recognized all the names but not the numbers. So, he explained that everyone had burner phones now so that you could talk to them, as could Dean.

You wanted to ask him how he knew to do something like this, but at the same time, you weren’t sure you really wanted the answer. You just nodded in understanding while he explained it. Then he helped you get a pillow and blanket for him to use on the couch for the night.

Once that was set up, he slipped off his shoes near the door, then sat down on the side of the couch where his pillow was. You chose to sit on the coffee table again, not wanting to invade what was now his bed.

The awkward silence hung between the two of you, but Dean looked more confused than awkward. You just weren’t sure what to say or ask. Sure, you had plenty of questions, but you already felt bad that he got dragged into this huge mess surrounding you and your past. “What’s wrong?” Dean finally asked with a sigh, noticing how you wouldn’t look at him.

“A lot,” you mumbled, fidgeting with your fingers in your lap. “I feel bad. You got dragged into my mess.”

Dean sighed again, then held his arms open, “Come here.”

You looked up at him, slightly puzzled, but he motioned with his fingers for you to go to him. Biting your lip nervously, you finally, but reluctantly, got up and moved over to the couch next to him. Dean pulled you against him, gently holding you close.

“You didn’t drag me into this, Sweetheart. There’s still a lot you don’t know and right now really isn’t the time to go into all those details. I can tell you’re overwhelmed. What can I do to help you relax?” his words were soft, and you found yourself calming the more he spoke.

“I’m just scared, and this place was so quiet when you were gone, and so… lonely…” you admitted quickly.

He took a shaky breath, “Hopefully, it won’t be lonely while I’m here. Still didn’t answer my question, though,” he chuckled at the end, a bit playfully.

For a bit, you thought about his question and couldn’t help the light blush that crept into your cheeks, “This is helping,” you mumbled shyly.

With where your head was on his chest, as well as your hand, you felt his heart rate increase a little and found it odd. You again reminded yourself that he had a soulmate, and it was nothing more than him, perhaps being nervous about your reply. So, you mumbled an apology.

“I wish you’d stop apologizing already. If it bothered me, I’d tell you. I like spending time with you, and no one should have to go through something like this alone,” he told you, and you pouted.

You opened your mouth, about to apologize again, then closed it. His wish had effectively stopped you from being able to respond at the moment as your brain attempted to think of what else to say. You began absentmindedly playing with a tiny crease in his shirt and didn’t notice how his breathing got a little heavier as you continued to contemplate a response.

“So, um, you want me to just let you get some sleep then?” you finally asked, not sure of another topic to broach at the moment.

“Or, we could have a drink, and you can relax so you can sleep,” he suggested a little playfully.

Leave it to your best friend to think of you like he always seemed to do since the two of you had gotten to know each other. There were days, like today, that it felt like so much longer than roughly two months. Then there was how you felt around him, especially within just the last day. He gave a sense of safety and comfort you had only ever gotten from the adults in your life, up until him.

“I guess so,” you mumbled, lost in your thoughts again, trying not to let your mind drift past him only being your best friend.

“You’re so stubborn,” he chuckled in amusement before shifting, causing you to move so he could get up.

You glared playfully at him as he went to the kitchen and pulled two beers out of the fridge. He popped the tops, smirking in that playful way as he made his way back to the couch. You shifted a little, making room again so he could return to his seat.

“Thanks,” you told him, taking the beer he handed you before sitting down again. “I’m not always stubborn.”

Dean chuckled, seeing the way your lips frowned into a pout, “You know, you’re adorable when you pout like that.” He shifted a bit so that he was turned more to face you, his arm over the back of the couch with his leg bent at his knee on the cushion. So, you did the same but kept your hands in your lap, one of them holding your beer.

“I know it’s a touchy subject, but… When you do find your soulmate, I don’t mind telling her what an amazing guy you are. And… I’ll understand that we won’t spend as much time together,” you told him with a soft smile. The strange part was that you almost felt a sense of heartbreak after those words left your lips, but you hid it well.

The smirk he had turned into a soft smile, “Only as long as I get to do the same for you.”

“Fair,” you replied, managing to give him at least a small smile. “How long are you staying for?”

“Uh, yeah, about that,” Dean began, then trailed off, looking away from you, debating how to answer you. “Someone followed me, at least to your driveway, but they drove past. I uh, we’re sort of stuck down here, together.” He finished, sounding nervous and apprehensive again.

At first, you weren’t entirely sure how to feel about that. It would, of course, be nice not to be alone, but you had figured Dean would have the freedom to come and go as he wanted. You wanted to apologize but remembered he wanted you to stop doing that, so you didn’t. You knew there was plenty of food, even if most of it was things you weren’t used to eating. At least neither of you would go hungry.

You stared off toward the floor as you sipped your beer, thinking about the predicament that both of you were in. Books and lots of movies, even if they were on VHS, could occupy at least some of the time there. Showering would be simple enough; you figured the two of you would just take turns. What about maybe needing alone time? Does Dean need someplace more private than the living room? He already said that the bedroom was mine and he wasn’t going to sleep there and have me on the couch. Maybe we could hang sheets so he had a more secluded spot. We could even rearrange if he wanted to.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to upset you about being down here with you,” he said, pulling you from your thoughts.

That was when you realized you hadn’t even commented on what he’d said. “No, no, no. It’s nothing like that. I was lost in my thoughts,” you quickly replied apologetically, meeting his gaze.

Why does he have to look at me like that? Almost like… No, he has a soulmate. He’s not thinking about me. He’s thinking about her. Now stop it, brain.

“Care to share, Sweetheart?” he asked with that smirk of his that always made you smile.

“Just, stuff, that’s all,” you replied, a little shyly, looking away from him. “I’ve never lived with anyone before, not like this anyway.”

Somehow, you managed to explain to him the things you’d been thinking about but focused more on making a more private space for him in the living room. He at least seemed to like the idea or perhaps it was appreciation that you thought of him like that. You weren’t quite sure.

“We can do that tomorrow if you’d like,” he suggested when you finally stopped babbling about the thoughts that had been in your head. At least he didn’t seem upset with you, which was a relief. “Why don’t you go get some sleep, though? It’s late.”

“Only if you promise that you’ll sleep and not stay up all night watching over me,” you replied, crossing your arms and attempting to look serious.

That, of course, only made him chuckle, “You’re adorable when you act like that. I promise I’ll get some sleep, just not gonna promise on how much.”

You playfully smacked his shoulder before cleaning up the two empty beer bottles. For a moment, you stood in the kitchen near the trash, not wanting to feel what you were feeling. Quickly brushing it aside, you went back out, standing near the hallway.

“Then, I’ll see you in the morning,” you told him, giving him a half smile.

“Night, Sweetheart,” he replied, and you turned from him to your room.

He has a soulmate, you repeated in your mind as you got ready for bed, then slipped under the covers. You didn’t want to feel anything more than friendship toward him, but it was getting difficult. The chain with the keys was still around your neck, but you had left the door open in your closet to the security room. It was for Dean, in case he had wanted to go in there. You thought perhaps it might help him relax, knowing he could watch what was going on outside the bunker, or Batcave, as he had called it.

Your thoughts were still on him as you felt yourself drifting off to sleep. The way you felt in his arms and how easy it was to talk to him. The idea of living with him made you happier than you wanted to admit, to anyone, but more to yourself.

The last thought on your mind before sleep overtook you was you and Dean, lying in your bed, and he was holding you close. A happy smile even crossed your lips lazily just as the blackness took you for the night.

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samuelsdean · 5 months ago

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There Would Be No Us

pairing: sam winchester x reader

summary: demon blood, and the power it granted people, but also the terrible price it exacted. you knew—sam knew firsthand—about it. you wouldn't be here today hunting those sons of bitches if sam wasn't fed that stupid thing all those years ago. sam knew the consequences, and yet. sam, fueled by grief and a desperate needto exact revenge for dean, wasn't immune to its allure.

genre: angst

word count: 1.5k

author's notes: i hope y'all have your tissues ready because this one hurts. that's it.

THE RHYTHMIC PATTER OF RAIN AGAINST THE MOTEL ROOF WAS A FAMILIAR LULL, ONE YOU'D GROWN ACCUSTOMED TO OVER THE PAST FEW MONTHS. But tonight, it felt more like a funeral march. Sat on the threadbare bed, you stared at the chipped paint on the wall, the stillness amplifying the gnawing emptiness in your chest. It had been hours since Sam left, hours filled with the echo of him slamming the motel door shut and the roar of the Impala starting and driving into the rain. You had watched him your concern growing with each passing moment. It had been what? Two? Three months, going on four, passed since Dean had been dragged to Hell, and the toll on Sam was clear.

Another lead, another dead end. You knew the routine by heart now, the crushing disappointment that followed every failed attempt to get revenge for Dean. Tonight, though, the weight felt heavier. It's been months since that fateful night Dean died, and you'd seen the flicker of desperation in Sam's eyes before he left, a desperation that morphed into something colder, harder.

Sam had become increasingly reticent lately, spending more and more time huddled over his phone in hushed conversations with Ruby. Out of all the people—if you could even call her that—Sam chose to trust her over you. You who have been by his side forever. You who have loved him ever since. He’d brushed off your questions about her, your comments, claiming that if anything she knew more about Lilith and hell, more than you ever could. But the way his demeanor shifted whenever he ended those calls, a mixture of guarded hope and grim determination, made you doubt his explanation, made you doubt him.

Today’s lead was different. There was a frantic edge to Sam’s voice when Ruby called, a rawness that had you rushing to the motel window as soon as the Impala’s roar faded into the night. Now, you paced the tiny room, Dean's worn leather jacket slung at the foot of the bed, his scent clinging to it a faint comfort in the harsh silence of the room, a constant reminder of your fruitless search to avenge the older brother. A choked sob escaped your lips, the sound echoing through the empty room.

Where was Sam? What was going on? Could you really trust Ruby? A million questions swirled in your mind, threatening to drown out the faint hope that flitted within you. Your eyes settled on Sam's unmade bed, his blanket unkempt and his pillows askew. But before you could reach for it, to fix it—the man deserved a clean bed to lay down on—the door creaked open, and Sam walked in, his hair dripping from the rain.

Relief washed over you, momentarily erasing the apprehensions that had been churning in your stomach. "Sam!" you exclaimed, rushing to his side. "Did you find something? Anything?" you finally asked, the silence pressing down heavy.

He looked at you, his face etched with weariness, but there was a speck in his eyes that hadn't been there before. A hint of something you couldn't quite define. "Maybe," he said, a tight smile playing on his lips. "We might be closer than we think to killing Lilith."

His words were a ray of light in the darkness, but you couldn't shake off the unease that lingered. As Sam pulled you into a hug, the damp chill of his clothes did little to dispel the coldness that had settled around your heart. There was something more to this story, a secret Sam was keeping from you. And you knew, with a bone-deep certainty, that whatever it was, it had the potential to change everything.

You clung to Sam, desperately trying to ignore the unsettling chill radiating from his body. His embrace felt different, tighter, almost frantic. You pulled back, searching his eyes for answers, for the warmth you used to find there.

"Sam," you started, your voice a modicum of a whisper, "what happened?"

He nodded, avoiding your gaze. "We… I think I might have a lead this time, a good one." He rummaged in his jacket pocket, pulling out the half-empty vial you had just noticed stuffed in his pocket. Your breath caught in your throat.

"What's that?" you managed, your voice trembling.

"It's… something Ruby gave me," he mumbled, his eyes flickering back and forth between you and the vial. "It helps me do things, you know, fight demons." He offered you a strained smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"What?" you continued, holding your breath. "What do you mean? Does it work like holy water? I-I don't... I don't understand."

A wave of nausea washed over you. It's not what you think it is—you hoped it wasn't what you think it is.

Demon blood.

Demon blood, and the power it granted people, but also the terrible price it exacted. You knew—Sam knew firsthand—about it. You wouldn't be here today hunting those sons of bitches if Sam wasn't fed that stupid thing all those years ago. Sam knew the consequences, and yet.

Sam, fueled by grief and a desperate need to to exact revenge for Dean, wasn't immune to its allure.

"Sam," you pleaded, your voice heavy with concern. "Are you sure about this? Ruby… I think you should stop this. Stop this madness."

He wavered, then set the vial down with a sigh. "Look, I know you're worried," he said, his voice softening a touch. "But this is the only way. We can't just sit here doing nothing."

"There has to be another way, Sam," you insisted, reaching for his hand. You could feel the tremor in his fingers, a cold confirmation of your suspicions.

"There isn't," he said, his voice hardening. "This is what it takes. I have to avenge Dean, I promise. We just have to…" his voice trailed off, his eyes flicking to the vial again, a flicker of desperation crossing his face.

"Sam," your voice sounded shaky. "Stop this. You're scaring me."

He finally looked up, his eyes resolute. "I need to do this. I can't just sit here."

"And you think demon blood is the answer?" Your anger flared, hot and sharp. You knew the stories, the dangers. He knew himself and both of you knew Dean wouldn't want this.

"It helps," he muttered, his voice flat. "It keeps me focused, keeps me going. It makes me strong"

You knew that wasn't entirely true. You'd seen the way his eyes gleamed after he was with Ruby, a feverish energy replacing his usual stoicism. You'd seen the way he flinched from touch, the dark circles under his eyes deepening. It was more than focus, it was dependence.

Anger turned to a deep well of sorrow. You loved Sam, a life tangled with his amidst the chaos of their hunter's life. Now, that love felt choked by his descent into this dangerous territory.

"Sam, if we lose you too…" your voice cracked. You reached for his hand, but he pulled away, his eyes filled with a cold, angered flicker you didn't recognize.

"You won't," he said, his voice infused with a dangerous power. "We can't give up on this. Not now, not ever."

The venom in his voice sent a shiver down your spine. "Isn't this giving up?" you challenged, your voice barely a whisper. "You're literally taking something from the monsters you've been fighting your whole life! To do what? Fight them? You're sacrificing yourself on a gamble!"

He looked away, jaw hardening, staring daggers at the wall behind you.

"Have I ever given up on you, Sam?" You broke down.

He shook his head, but wouldn't meet your gaze.

"No, never," you pressed on, sniffling. "Then don't force me to do it now. Don't make me watch you do this."

The silence that followed was heavy with a finality neither of you wanted to acknowledge. You reached for him again, but this time, he didn't flinch. His hand was cold and foreign in yours, devoid of the warmth you used to know. His eyes, once filled with love and pain, were now blank and unfriendly.

"We'll find Dean," he said, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. "But it won't be us."

A single tear escaped your eye, tracing a warm path down your cheek. You nodded slowly, stunned at how easy it was for the man you loved to choose someone else, to choose Ruby—demon blood—over you.

You watched as Sam grabbed the vial, a chilling smile dancing on his lips. As he tipped back his head, the love you held for him turned to a hollow ache. You were losing him, piece by agonizing piece, to the very thing both of you hunted on almost a daily basis.

There would be no fight for Dean together.

There would be no us.

You were left alone, a solitary figure in the flickering motel room, the only witness to the anomaly Sam was becoming.

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The Sorority Ceremony (V)

WC: 1.1k words Warnings: Stanford times. Fluff. Praise kink. Overstimulation. Exhibitionism. Vaginal fingering. Thigh riding. Daddy kink.

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Sam walked to Antoinette's front, quickly sitting on the little seat under her and covering her pussy with his mouth, eating her out, desperate to feel her taste again, to make her scream more.

Fuck, he needed to keep her to himself, needed to be the only one tasting her pussy, fucking her cunt.

Her small hands moved to his hair, tugging, crying and screaming so loudly he knew everyone was loving watching every second of it.

"Sam," she arched her hips in his direction, both chasing him and pushing him away. "Sam."

He didn't stop and pushed his fingers inside her, thrusting hard. Eager. Hungry.

Sam squeezed her thigh together, sucking her clit and moaning as he felt his face wet from her juices, and watched as she arched back, crying out loud and squeezing his fingers again, gushing into his fingers, and drank from it with gusto.

His face and dream were dripping completely.

His brother Dean always said he was a messy eater.

Sam couldn't help himself, climbing up her body and kissing her lips, devouring her as his hand moved the way he wished his cock could be doing, and she mewled into the kiss.

"Sam," Annie whined, clinging to his shoulders as he pulled away from her lips.

He opened his eyes, staring into hers, and smirked at her half-closed gaze.

"Please," she reached for his pants, weakly pulling on his shirt and reaching for his belt. "Please, need it."

Sam pulled his fingers away and slapped her pussy, earning a loud moan from her.

Fucking hell.

That little tempting minx.

When he looked at Brady, he rolled his eyes. There was a girl kneeling between his legs and sucking his cock.

"She just had her sixth," he moaned, pointing at the board. "Antoin. Four to go."

Sam nodded, taking a bottle of water from the hands of a redhead girl with a wicked smirk, though he ignored her, pushing his hair back as it started to mat down from sweat.p

He watched Annie with the corner of his eyes as Jess walked to her side again, giving her water and snacks.

"Are you going to fuck her?" Brady asked, and he turned right back to him, finding him with the same girl sitting right on his lap, fingering her. "She's begging, Sammy."

The girl clung to his friend’s shoulders, moving her hips, grinding against him and moaning softly.

"You're gonna cream your pants if you don't fuck her," he smirked.

Sam scoffed. He had self-control, come on. What was he thinking?

"She's gonna cum," he remarked, pointing at the girl on his lap.

Brady moved to pay attention to his own girl, and Sam adjusted his cock in his pants, trying not to grunt at the small stimulation.

Fuck, he was harder than he ever remembered being.

Sam needed to fuck Antoinette.

But this was her ceremony, all about her, not about him.

"Bring me the toys," he decided.

Sam caressed Antoinette's thigh with his fingertips just as Jess placed a seat and a box by his side.

He wouldn't cream his pants, but maybe it wasn't that good idea to drag this.

"What colour are we on, pretty girl?" he asked.

He watched her face and licked his lips as she nodded.

"Green," she whined.

Sam hummed slowly.

"Such a good girl," he praised her, ignoring how Jess was looking at him.

Annie nodded, and he reached for the long vibrating toy, slowly teasing her folds with it before tapping on her clit, smirking when she jumped a little bit.

"Gotta give you number seven, pretty girl," he reminded her, increasing the speed as he tapped away.

She whined, long leg shaking by his side, and he licked his lips, watching her.

"Want me to make you cum quick, Annie?" he asked softly.

He pressed the toy to her clit and held her hips down, kissing her available skin as she moaned again, a little weaker and needier.

"You're doing so well," he spoke softly. "Such a good girl, giving me everything, giving me a show..."

Antoinette sucked in a long breath, followed by some soft little sounds, needy, and he reached for the box, pulled a dildo sealed inside a plastic bag, and took it from inside, pushing it into her pussy.

It was far too thin and short to be anything like Sam's cock, but couldn't help imagining it was.

He knew he was going to get off imagining himself fucking her, he just did.

"Sam," she whined.

He watched her pussy squeezing around the dildo, and smiled.

Such a sensitive girl.

"Cum for me again, baby," he kissed her knee again. "Go on."

And Annie did, a little quieter this time, whining and squirming, and Sam was surprised when another orgasm followed after that one.

He was ready to pull the toys away, to give her a break, but her voice grew louder.

"Don't stop," she begged. "Don't stop, Sam. Please, please."

Her body shook over on the chair again, on the 9th orgasm, and Sam pulled the toys away, setting her aside and caressing her body as she calmed down.

To his surprise, Antoinette reached for his shoulders and held him close.

"Can I sit on your lap?" she whimpered. "Please, Sam?"

"Just one more, Sam," Jess announced.

Gosh, she deserved a little break.

"Of course, sweet girl," he kissed her cheek.

He sat down on the chair and caressed her back as Annie put her face in the crook of his neck.

"How do you feel?" Sam asked. "What's your colour?"

“Green,” she mumbled.

He nodded along, and caressed her hair, raising his eyebrows when she started grinding against him.

"Annie?"

"Want your cock," she begged. "Please, Sam."

He closed his eyes, feeling his cock throbbing inside his pants.

Fuck, he was going to cream his pants if she continued to do that.

Sam moaned darkly.

Fucking hell.

"Behave, baby girl," he grunted, pushing her hips away from him, dropping one of his legs and making her straddle just one of his thighs. "You know I can't, not here."

"Please," she insisted, rubbing herself on his leg. "I'm good. I'm so good."

Antoinette continued to rub herself on him, faster, with her desperate little sounds growing louder and needier.

"But I need it," she cried. "Need your cock, please."

Sam closed his eyes, zoning out everyone else in the room.

"Just one more, princess," he caressed her back. "Just one more and we go to my room, and I'll fuck you."

Annie clung to his shoulders, moving her hips faster, moaning into his shoulder.

"Daddy," she moaned softly. "Daddy, daddy..."

"Cum for me, baby girl," he kissed her temple. "Cum for daddy."

She did, wetness damping the fabric of his pants, and body quivering all through.

"Ten!" someone shouted into the room. "Antoinette!"

"Antoinette is a sister!" Jess announced.

Sam didn't even pay attention to them, standing on his feet while carrying her, and could hear when Brady laughed loudly.

"Antoinette is getting fucked!" he announced, making Sam roll his eyes.

“Daddy,” she whined.

“I’m taking you upstairs, baby,” he kissed her neck. “Don’t worry.”

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Bella's Masterlist of Matt Murdock, Frank Castle, Michael Kinsella, & Sam Winchester Series & One Shots

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Only A Moment

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Summary: Another hunt goes wrong, but this time it leads to some...unconventional release of anger.

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI

Pairings: Sam Winchester x OC

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Once again, the drive back to the motel was silent. A knife could slice right through the tension in the air, and Kath was tempted to try. Bobby had sent them on another demon goose chase, this time in Minnesota. They made it out without a scratch, but only barely. The demon was stronger than average and possessed the body of a little girl. And demon or not, no one wants to hurt a little girl. To Sam and Kath, the answer was obvious. Sam could trick shot the demon back to hell in less than five minutes and they would all be on their merry way. Dean said no. After an hour of back and forth between the boys, Sam decided he was old enough to stop listening to his big brother. The little girl was returned home to her parents before the night was over. And the night was far from over.

Kath bit her lip in the backseat of Baby the car. She glanced nervously between the two brothers. Dean was stiff as he drove, going well above the speed limit. Sam had his head leaning against the window. It was not often that Kath disagreed with Dean. For most of their lives together she’d follow him blindly. It was second nature. But Sam’s addiction was something they could not find a middle ground on. Dean didn't understand. He was human after all. He didn’t have a disease coursing through his veins. He wasn’t created as the product of all things good and evil. He did not understand.

The moment Dean pulled into the parking lot, he unleashed weather greater than God on his baby brother. Kath sighed and ran a hand over her face. This was not helping. At this point in their journey, Sam was not in the mood to be chastised. He had saved them, saved everyone. Dean should be grateful. Sam got out of the car while Dean was mid-sentence, slamming the door on his way into the motel room.

Dean had about a million rules when it came to Baby, and slamming her car doors was a felony. Kath inhaled sharply, not because the sound of the door scared her, but because she could literally see Dean’s face turning a bright shade of red. If she squinted she could see steam coming out of his ears.

“That little shit!” Dean said, gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles. He moved to get out of the car but Kath stopped him.

“Dean stop,” she said, putting a hand on his arm. “You know as well as I do that we were trapped. If Sam hadn’t done what he did then we’d all be as good as dead.”

Dean was not listening. “That’s not saying much since Sammy’s already halfway gone to hell.” The sentence stung Kath and it wasn’t even aimed at her. To anyone else, the idea of going to hell was a passing thought. Coming from Dean though, Kath couldn’t believe he’d say something like that. Not after the thirty years Dean endured. For Sam, she might add. Kath opened her mouth to respond but nothing came out. And Dean was already halfway into the motel room.

Kath entered the musty motel room to the brothers having a catfight. They were shouting so loudly that Kath couldn’t make out what was being said. She almost got trampled by Dean as she walked through the doorway. He pushed past her, got into his car, and drove off into the night. It all happened so fast that Kath got dizzy. She got a grip on her footing and gently closed the motel door, locking it with a click. Sam was pacing across the floor with his hands in his hair.

“Don’t let him get to you Sammy, he doesn’t get it,” Kath said. She took a few steps towards him so he would stop pacing. It always made her nervous. Sam stopped in his tracks. His hands dropped to his side and he stared at her blankly.

“Can you shut up?”

Kath’s jaw dropped. In all their years of bickering and pissing one another off, he had never once told her to shut up. In fact, Sam told her on numerous occasions how much he valued her opinions. She was shocked.

“Well fuck me for trying to be helpful!” Kath threw her hands up in defeat. “You are such an asshole, you know that?”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you,” Sam muttered under his breath, ignoring Kath’s asshole comment.

“What?” Kath asked, not hearing what Sam said.

“I said you’re full of shit,” Sam responded. “You think you know me? You think you understand what I am? You have no idea what it’s like to be…to be this.” Sam gestured to himself. “I’m poisonous Kath.”

“Do I need to remind you that you’re not the only one who learned life-changing information? There is no part of me that’s human! I have been a walking vessel from the moment I was born Sam. So fuck you for saying I don’t understand.”

The vein in Sam’s forehead was beginning to grow, which meant Kath was really getting under his skin. Normally she wouldn’t dig herself any deeper, but he was rude to her when she just wanted him to know she cared. He had it coming.

“At least I can say I’ve got some good in me. You’re closer to evil than I’ll ever be.”

Sam closed his hands into fists. He brought one up to his mouth to bite his tongue. Although his stature would never show it, Kath’s statement hurt Sam down to his core. It was in his nature to be evil and he fought against it in his every waking moment.

Kath stared at Sam through furrowed brows. She waited for him to respond, to retort with a snarky comment about how she was acting like a brat or a princess or one of the other thousand remarks he’d made before. His silence scared her. His posture was furious, but his eyes were hurt. She knew she had taken it too far.

“Look,” Kath started. “I’m sorry. We’re both exhausted. Let’s just forget about it.” She didn’t wait for a response. Kath stepped past him to go take a much-needed shower. With one wrong footstep, she accidentally pushed her shoulder against his. The impact made Sam stumble sideways. She hadn’t meant to push him, but he didn’t know that. He was fed up with her and the way she made him feel. Like he was worth something and worthless all at once.

Without thinking Sam grabbed hold of Kath’s right arm tightly. He pulled her towards him, her back flush against his chest. He felt her inhale sharply. He leaned his head down to the space between her chin and her shoulder. Kath could feel his warm breath tickling her neck.

“What are you doing?” Kath asked, trying to wriggle out of his grip. Truthfully, Sam didn’t know what he was doing. All he knew was that he was angry and she was there. And from the way her hips pressed back against him, he could tell she wanted something as much as he did. Sam loosened his grip as Kath twisted her neck to look up at him. Kath’s eyes were wide with confusion, Sam’s looked at her with desire. Their lips were dangerously close to one another. Something in the air snapped and it was unclear who made the first move. But the next thing Kath knew, she was kissing Sam with force she didn’t know she was capable of.

Sam’s hands were all over Kath’s body, turning her so that she was facing him completely. He brought a hand up to cup her chin, tilting it upward so he could get more access to her mouth. All of Kath’s better judgment had flown out the window. She let Sam devour her, tongues clashing and hands flying. The kiss took all the air out of her lungs. Sam leaned back to let them both take a breath before leaning down to kiss her once again. Clarity washed over Kath as she inhaled and suddenly she was very aware of what was going on. She pushed both hands against his chest, putting some much-needed space between their bodies.

Sam and Kath stood on opposite ends of the motel room. The light above them flickered in time with their laboured breaths. What the hell was that? Kath was unsure, but deep down she liked it. Something inside her burned and ached for more. She stood a little taller, shoulders back a little straighter. Her mind was clear this time and she took one long stride towards Sam. In one fluid moment, she pulled his head down to hers and their lips met again. This time, it was Kath who enveloped Sam in an embrace. The sudden movements made Sam stumble backward until his back hit the wall behind him. He braced his weight against it, letting it hold him up so he could focus his strength on kissing Kath. Neither one of them knew where all this passion was coming from, but they weren’t exactly eager to stop it. Sam groaned into Kath’s mouth as her fingers tangled in his soft hair, tugging ever so slightly. Kath smirked inwardly at that, making a mental note to do that again later.

Sam’s hands were erratic, travelling from the nape of Kath’s neck down to her waist. He wanted to explore every inch of her. The tips of his fingers made their way underneath her tank top. She gasped at the contact and pressed her body closer to his. She could feel his heart racing underneath his shirt. She wanted, no she needed to feel him. She had never done anything like this before. Sure there was the odd townsboy she’d meet on a hunt, but she had never done anything more than kiss them. She had no idea what she was doing, but at the same time, it felt natural. Kath broke the kiss hastily and started to tug on the hem of Sam’s shirt, signalling that she wanted it gone. Sam slowly placed his hands on top of hers, stopping her. She looked at him confused. Wasn’t this the natural next step?

“Do you want this?” Sam’s voice was low against her neck. Kath nodded. “I need to hear you say it, Kath.” In all that she knew about sex, she wasn’t aware there was supposed to be talking. Could Sam not feel how badly she wanted this?

“Please,” Kath said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sam pulled back in surprise. “Please?” He echoed, almost mocking her. A dark smirk fell across his face and he tilted his head sideways. “I can work with that.”

Sam’s hands grip Kath’s hips tightly and he walks her backwards towards the motel bed. She almost trips over it, landing flat on her ass with Sam towering over her. She is reminded of the last time they were alone in a motel room together like this. She’d wanted him then too. Now she could have him.

Sam gestured for Kath to move up the bed and she complied. He was impressively large above her. He began to crawl towards her, leaving a trail of kisses up her body as he went. When he reached her mouth he paused and took her in. Kath looked different below him. Fragile, but not breakable. He took her mouth once again, this time bringing his knee between her legs as he did. Kath moaned into the kiss as Sam’s body contacted the place where she was most sensitive. Her body had a mind of its own. She ground her hips against Sam’s thigh. Sam felt his chest seize as she did. He kissed her deeply, then began making his way back down her neck, sucking on the sensitive points. He knew he would leave marks in the morning but right now he did not care.

Kath was making the most beautiful breathy noises Sam had ever heard. He’d give anything to get her to continue making them. Shirts went flying and Sam’s mouth travelled back down the way he came and eventually, he slid off the bed onto his knees. Kath propped herself onto her elbows to get a better angle of him. Her breath caught in her throat when Sam took hold of her hips and dragged her toward the end of the bed. She let out a small yelp. Sam chuckled.

“What are you doing?” Kath asked for the second time that night. It occurred to her then that they had no idea when Dean might come back. Sam’s hands ran the length of her legs and the thought left her mind. All of her thoughts, actually. Sam slowly began to unbutton Kath’s jeans. Her heartbeat doubled. As if he could sense it, and maybe he could, Sam stopped.

“Is this okay?” He looked up at her with his puppy dog eyes. She smiled down at him.

“Yeah,” she breathed. Sam continued to unbutton her pants, taking an excruciatingly long time. Kath fought the urge to whine at him to hurry up. Once Sam had undone the final button, he tugged at the hem of her jeans.

“Lift.” It wasn’t a question. Kath lifted her hips and to her surprise Sam pulled her pants and underwear off all at once, leaving her completely exposed to him. The sight of Kath’s naked body made Sam’s mouth water. He stayed motionless by the edge of the bed for some time, just taking her in. She was beautiful. Kath felt herself grow a little embarrassed just laying like a pig on a platter. She sat up and scooted towards Sam, pulling him closer to her. He nestled between her legs while her arms linked around his neck. She took the opportunity to study his face. Loose brown curls fell around his face, and she was playing with the ones at the nape of his neck. Kath took to examining his face with her hands, tracing his eyebrows down to his nose and over the one freckle on Sam’s cheek.

“What are you doing,” Sam asked in a mocking tone. He gave her a smile that let her know he was kidding around.

“Just looking,” Kath shrugged.

Sam ran his hands up Kath’s sides and over her shoulders. “You nervous?”

“A little,” Kath said, breaking eye contact. “It’s just been a while.”

“Have you never…?”

“Not never, just not…everything.”

Sam’s demeanor changed completely. His hands dropped from Kath’s shoulders and he pulled away from her.

“Oh my God, we can’t, I can’t be your first time.” Sam stuttered over his words.

“Sam, I don’t care about that,” Kath said.

Sam started pacing again. “I mean, how have you never? Not once?”

“When would I have had the time to check this off my bucket list?” Kath asked. “I’ve been hunting for half of my life, sex isn’t really on the table.”

Sam stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Kath, who was still naked on the bed.

“Then how the hell did you learn to kiss like that?” He asked with both hands on his hips. The question caught Kath completely off guard. She started to giggle, which then turned into full belly laughs. Sam let his guard down and laughed with her. When they had both settled down, Kath rose to her feet.

“We don’t have time to care about romances Sammy. The most I’ve ever hoped about my first time is that it’s with someone I trust.”

“You mean that?” Sam asked after heaving a sigh.

“Do you think I’d be standing buck-ass naked in front of you if I didn’t?”

That was an answer enough for Sam. Without another word, he bent down to pick Kath up by her thighs. She yelped as her feet left the ground and she was tossed haphazardly back onto the bed. Another laugh escaped her when she bounced.

Sam was quick to bring the moment back. He kissed her fiercely, framing her head with one hand and running the other along her bare thigh. With each stroke, he made sure to inch closer and closer to where he wanted to touch Kath the most. He could feel her growing impatient below him and relished in the power. Kath stopped kissing him and finally let out the whine she had been holding in.

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked innocently. Kath only frowned in response. Sam gave her thigh a tight squeeze which caused Kath’s breath to hitch. “Tell me what you want from me.”

“Touch me, Sam.”

Sam needed no further instructions. He gingerly moved the hand on Kath’s thigh to the depths between her legs. He didn’t have to look to know how wet she’d become for him, but God did he want to. Sam quickly positioned the two of them so he was sitting against the headboard and Kath’s back was against his chest. She was almost sweating from the anticipation. She let out the sweetest sounds when Sam’s fingers finally found her. He started off with a gentle circular motion over Kath’s clit. The sensation was sending waves of pleasure throughout her entire body. Kath sighed and let her head fall back against Sam’s shoulder. Sam brushed the hair out of her face with his free hand. He continued to work Kath into a tizzy and eventually slipped a finger inside. Kath had experienced this before with other men, but those moments did not come close to this. She felt like she was a fire and Sam was the fan that kept her burning.

Sam coaxed another finger into Kath’s entrance. She moaned excessively as he curled his fingers inside her, brushing them against that sweet spot.

“You feel that angel?” Sam said into Kath’s ear.

“Mhm!” That was all Kath could get out.

“No one’s ever made you feel this good have they?” Sam grinned as Kath shook her head furiously. “And to think that I’m the one who gets to take you, you must be really desperate.”

Kath’s moans were getting higher and more frequent. Sam felt her core pulsing against his fingers. The tightness in his pants grew. Even in her state of bliss, Kath still had the ability to push her body against Sam’s for the sole purpose of getting him harder. The groan Sam let out was reward enough. In retaliation, Sam continued pumping his fingers in and out and watched Kath get closer to her edge. Just as she was about to fall over it, Sam removed his fingers from her. The loss of sensation left her feeling empty - and entirely unsatisfied.

“What the hell?” Kath whipped her head back to look at Sam.

“You really thought I wasn’t going to take my time with you?” Sam gloated. He brought the fingers that were just inside Kath up to her mouth, tapping on her lips gently.

“Open,” Sam commanded. Kath did as she was told and Sam filled her mouth. She took his fingers perfectly. “Atta girl, you see how good you taste? I want a piece of that.”

Kath’s eyes widened at the thought of Sam being…down there. That was further than she’d ever gone before.

Sam manhandled Kath into his lap and she straddled him easily. She bent down to kiss him and Sam could taste her on his lips. The desire to have her almost made him dizzy. He pulled away and cupped her face with both hands, looking at her with pleading eyes.

“Kath please,” he begged. “Please let me taste you.”

Kath blushed. “Well if you want to that badly,” she said.

“You have no idea.”

Before she knew it, they were right back where they had started, with Kath lying on the edge of the bed and Sam kneeling before her. The temptation to eat her out for hours was strong, but the urge to make Kath squirm was stronger. Sam began to place small kisses along Kath’s inner thighs while his fingers lazily danced through her folds. She was a whimpering mess. Kath’s hand found Sam’s hair and she started pulling desperately on it so that he would do something.

“You have no patience, you know that?”

“Sam, please!”

“Please what?”

“Touch me!”

“I thought I already am,” Sam smirked.

“I could touch you here.” He pressed the pad of his thumb against her clit.

“Or maybe I could touch you here.” His finger traced the outline of her entrance. Kath was moaning loud enough to wake the entire motel.

“Or maybe…I could do this.”

Kath’s vision went white. Sam pushed two fingers back into her while pressing his mouth to her clit simultaneously. She cried out and her hands flew down to his hair. She was tugging on it as though she needed to for dear life. Sam groaned against her and the vibrations sent a shiver up her spine. Sam matched the pace of his fingers to that of his tongue and brought Kath closer and closer to her edge in waves.

“Oh my God!” Kath exclaimed. “I think-”

Her words were cut off by her moans. The final wave finally crashed over Kath and coursed throughout her entire body. Pleasure from her core extended all the way to her fingertips. She was writhing like crazy and Sam had to use his free arm to pin her down. Only once Kath started to come down did Sam take his mouth away from her.

Kath was panting heavily. Sam used his discarded shirt to wipe Kath off his mouth, although he knew he’d be savouring the taste forever. He gave her a moment to come back to reality and discarded his pants onto the floor. He joined her back on the bed in just his boxers. Sam lay propped on his elbow beside Kath, absently drawing circles across her arm. Kath eventually came to and noticed the state Sam was in.

“Where did your pants go?” She asked in a very serious tone.

Sam laughed at her confusion. “We don’t have to keep going,” he said genuinely.

“Please don’t stop.”

Sam’s eyes darkened and he leaned down to capture Kath in a kiss. They became a tangle of limbs and tongues and teeth. Sam pressed his hips against Kath’s and she could feel his hardness against her core. The desire that filled Kath’s head was almost unbearable. She began to push her hips upwards against Sam’s. He shuddered above her and buried his head into the crook of her neck. He trailed kisses down it and then he sank his teeth into her shoulder. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make Kath’s head swim.

“I need you,” Sam breathed into her neck.

“Then take me, idiot,” Kath said back.

Sam pushed off of her to remove his boxers, his cock springing upwards as he did. Sam got off the bed quietly to dig through his duffle bag. He pulled out a condom and slipped it on effortlessly. Kath shamelessly checked his ass out while he had his back to her.

He was above average for sure. Kath couldn’t help it when her jaw dropped and she stared at him. Sam chuckled at her and gripped her chin. He moved her head from side to side as if he was deciding on something.

“Hmmm, no,” he murmured. “We’ll put that pretty mouth of yours to use another time. Tonight I’m going to take you until you’re screaming.”

Kath had no idea how to respond to that so she didn’t. She simply laid back down on the mattress and watched Sam tower over her once more. He kissed her once, then tapped her thigh.

“Open.”

Kath gulped, then slowly began to spread her legs apart. Sam sunk in between them. The tip of him was pressed against her entrance and Kath’s heart began to race again. Sam held himself up with one hand and used the other to line himself up with Kath. He kissed her again, this time tenderly.

“Are you ready?” Kath nodded. “You tell me to stop and I will.”

Kath nodded again and closed her eyes. She opened them again to the feeling of Sam’s thumb tilting her head up.

“Nuh-uh,” he said. “I want you to watch.” And with that, he pushed himself into Kath. Her jaw went slack and a gasp slipped past her lips. Sam let out the most beautiful moan Kath had ever heard. The feeling of Sam stretching her out took some getting used to, but Sam gave Kath ample time to adjust. He waited for her signal to start moving. Kath took a few deep breaths and then nodded.

Sam started off with slow, gentle thrusts. This was Kath’s first time, of course, he wanted her to remember it. But with each movement, Sam’s ability to control himself slipped away. He kissed her feverishly and trailed his free hand down her arm to grip her wrist. He pulled her hand above her head, pinning it there with his own. The gesture made Kath euphoric. She could tell he was beginning to lose his grip. Now it was he who was holding onto her for dear life.

Kath was nothing if not a nuisance. She knew that if she reached her free hand up into Sam’s hair he’d snap. She knew that if she tugged on the loose curls that hung by the nape of his neck she might need help walking tomorrow. So naturally, she did it anyway. Sam groaned desperately into her shoulder and the grip on her hand tightened.

“Kath,” Sam warned.

“Just let go,” Kath assured him.

“I can’t.,” he said through gritted teeth.

“It’s okay,” she promised. “I won’t break.”

Sam tried to hold on for her sake, but eventually his mind cleared. His thrusts became harder and faster as he took her with a force she didn’t know he was capable of. Still, she trusted that he couldn’t hurt her. They moved in sync together, like a choreographed dance. Kath felt the fire begin to grow inside of her. Sam was hitting the right spot over and over and over. When she couldn’t hold on any longer Sam leaned down and placed a kiss below her ear.

“Come for me, angel.”

Kath’s body shook underneath Sam as she fell over the edge once more. Pleasure crashed through her and she was close to tears. Sam’s pace didn’t slow, but the strength of his thrusts did. The hand that was once holding her own gently cupped Kath’s cheek. She opened her eyes and found Sam looking into them. His hair fell around his face, framing it perfectly. His skin was flush and he held an expression that Kath couldn’t place. Time around them slowed with what Sam said next.

“You are so beautiful.” Sam came inside her soon after.

Kath’s heart seized. The euphoric feeling that flooded her brain moments ago was gone. She was not expecting that from Sam. She was used to his snarky remarks, even the names he called her were usually laced with sarcasm. What he said was genuine. It was vulnerable. It was not what she had signed up for.

Sam pulled out and flopped onto his back next to her. They were both panting, sweaty messes.

Sam let out a breathy chuckle. “That was something.”

Kath stayed silent. Sam took it as post-sex brain fog. He got up and headed to the bathroom to clean up, leaving Kath alone with her thoughts. When Sam returned, she quickly stumbled into the bathroom without so much as a look in his direction.

Kath looked at herself in the mirror. Her bare chest was decorated with purple marks. Her skin was flustered and beats of sweat trickled down her neck.

What the hell did they just do?

Kath splashed water from the sink on her face and finished cleaning up. When she left the bathroom the first thing she did was find her discarded clothes. She folded them carefully and put them on one of the motel chairs. Kath pulled her pajamas from her own duffel and pulled them on. Despite the pit in her stomach, she still made a show of bending over to pull the flannel pajama pants on. She could feel Sam’s smirk burning into her back.

Sam was sitting against the headboard of the bed he and Kath had just christened. That was some of the best sex he’d had in, well in a very long time. He studied Kath carefully as she pulled her pajama bottoms on, making sure to check out the ass she put on display. He flipped the blanket over so she could get into bed next to him. To Sam’s surprise though, Kath made a bee-line for the other bed.

“What are you doing?” Sam asked. It seemed to be the question of the night.

“Going to bed,” Kath responded curtly.

“Come here then.” Sam patted the spot next to him.

Kath looked at Sam’s hand, then at him, then at his hand again. She shook her head.

“No, I’m not sleeping with you,” she said.

“You just did,” Sam responded with a smile.

Kath’s expression did not change. “No. We’re not, I’m not…This isn’t going to be a thing. It was just a moment.”

Sam’s demeanor stiffened. “Oh. Okay.”

Kath got into her bed and turned away from Sam. At some point during this night Kath had stopped being Kath and started being Sam’s. She hated the feeling that was growing inside her chest. It was just a moment. It had to be just a moment.

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hi! so I had a question, how long did it take you to build a following on tumblr? how long have you been writing for spn as a whole (I assume you started with it but I’m not sure I meant when did you start writing on the app mostly) and do you think it usually takes as long as it did for you for other people? (I hope the wuestion made sense)

Hi there, lovely anon!

Oh, these are great questions, and I'm happy to answer. I'm going to be referencing this post, as someone asked me a similar question.

I also talk a lot about my beginning fanfic/coming to Tumblr experience and building a following in this interview I did with the @idlingintheimpalapodcast.

That being said, here's how I got started in SPN fandom and on Tumblr, and 6 Tumblr Tips related to how I've tried to grow my blog:

Learn How Tumblr Functions

Create a Tag List

Posting Schedules, Announcements, and Sneak Previews

People are Visual (Use Images & Design Elements) + shoutouts to blogs I looked to for inspo

Support Your Fellow Writers! Reblog/Comment on What You Read & Enjoy

When I Do Get Engagement, I Reply to Comments and Reblogs

Deeper dive below the cut:

Writing for SPN & Starting on Tumblr

To be honest, I'm a bit late to the party when it comes to Tumblr. I've written for many different fandoms over the 15 years or so I've been writing fanfic, but I've been writing for Supernatural in particular since around 2015. I wrote on platforms like Fanfiction.net, and later I moved over to Ao3.

I dabbled with Tumblr starting in 2021 while I was working on a Billy Butcher x OC story for the Boys (And So It Goes). But after watching the last season of SPN, I got the SPN bug again, so I started dipping back into the fandom.

But I wasn't really that active on Tumblr until January 2023, when I wrote my first soulmate AU series for Dean Winchester, called Never Say Goodbye (Dean x soulmate!Reader).

That started a very fun journey for me in the Tumblr world, engaging with people and making friends here with awesome people! 💕

Now, here are a few tips on what I've learned in building my following. You don't have to do exactly what I did. This is just my advice based on my personal experience here:

Tip #1: Learn How Tumblr Functions

Everything has been a process of trial and error. I have a professional background in content and social media marketing, so that knowledge has helped me a lot with some elements I'll get into later.

But it took me time to learn the Tumblr landscape. I had to figure out:

Why it's important to reblog -- not just your own work in replying to people's comments, but what you read and enjoy. It's what makes Tumblr go 'round.

The different mobile vs. desktop views and functions.

How to format my posts and use hashtags that would best optimize my fics and posts, based on the most followed tags in the fandom I was writing for.

How to create design elements, like banners, dividers, and headers that matched my aesthetic and the fandom.

Make sure my blog is easy to read, visually, and easy to navigate, technically (links to my masterlists, series masterlists, tag list, my fic library side blog, Patreon, etc.).

I'm still adjusting all these things now and then as I figure out new ways to keep readers engaged, and make my blog as easy to navigate as possible.

Tip #2: Create a Tag List

A tag list is a list of blog users that request to be tagged in your upcoming fics. (See this post on tips for formatting tag lists and optimizing hashtags on posts.)

Some authors don't do tag lists anymore because they find it a hassle (and it can be), but even if you're just starting out, advertise your tag list -- I suggest at the end of a fic and in your bio, your masterlist, and/or navigation page. It will get more eyes on your posts, and hopefully more engagement.

I used Google Forms to build up my tag lists because it's easy to use and it creates a Google spreadsheet for you based on the responses you get (an idea I got from another writer who was doing the same thing). You can also create more sheets within the file to organize the responses by character, for example.

On my tag list, I gave readers options to choose which character they wanted to be tagged on based on the fandoms I write for. I also created tag lists for new series to go with the series masterlist. Like I said above, I created spreadsheets for each of these lists within my tag list form master sheet.

Now, you don't have to do it exactly this way. There are many ways to keep track of a tag list.

Some people may think my approach is too much work, but this was very successful for me in building up my tag lists and increasing my following. Staying organized is key! 🤓✌🏽

I have since created a side blog @zepskieswrites for people to follow with notifications on, since my character tag lists are full.

Tip #3: Posting Schedules, Announcements & Sneak Previews

When my blog started to gain traction from my first SPN series, I knew I wanted to post consistently to keep people's interests. For me, this meant once a week (sometimes more if the mood strikes me), to keep that momentum going. YouTube vloggers do the same thing for this reason. They have a set posting schedule and give announcements.

You don't have to post once a week. You don't even have to have a set schedule. That's just what I did last year to increase engagement, but also because I love to write, I was getting inspired, and I made the time for it!

Remember that writing and sharing your work and being a part of the fandom on Tumblr is supposed to be fun! At the same time, what you get out of something depends on how much time you have to put into it.

Basically what I’m saying is, I’ve put a lot of time and energy into my writing and my blog, but only because it’s been very fun to do it! 😉

Now, going back to being consistent. It can help you! When people know they have content waiting for them by a certain timeframe, and they see that you stick to that deadline, they're more likely to tune in and engage with your work.

Of course, real life comes first, always, and things can derail you, but on the whole I make sure that I keep my word when I say I'm going to post something. Tumblr has a scheduling feature that allows you to schedule posts ahead of time, which I use on a daily basis. That can help you as well.

To try and generate buzz around new stories, I give writing updates or announcements, often with sneak previews, and the dates when I plan to drop the upcoming story. When I'm writing a series, on each chapter I give a preview of the next one, so I can try to keep people invested and waiting for the next chapter.

Tip #4: People are Visual (Use Images & Design Elements)

A huge element of successful content and social media is visuals. The first thing people are often drawn to when they look at a web page, an ad, or any kind of digital content is the picture -- and any other visual elements. Then they look at the title/headline, followed by the rest of the story.

This is why I always lead with the title of the story/headline and a GIF or image at the top of the post for a story. Draw readers in with their eyes to the visual, and then the content. I now create my own design elements, including story headers.

When I got started here on Tumblr, I also took a closer look at how other popular blogs I admired were organizing their masterlists, formatting their stories with banners, dividers, tags/warnings, word count, creating tag lists, and more -- both to create their blog aesthetic and to make it easier for readers to enjoy their work on different levels -- the content itself, and the visual elements.

Shoutouts to some of those writers I looked to, who have a lovely blog aesthetic and organization: @luci-in-trenchcoats @deanwinchesterswitch @deanbrainrotwritings @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Form and function is a balance, and they should work together. For example, there are some design/post formatting elements that are getting popular now on Tumblr that I personally don't vibe with, because I think it takes away from the reader's experience.

Like making the entire post or story in small case. Readers that have trouble seeing small fonts won't want to read this.

or making everything in the story lower case. this just bothers me for grammatical reasons. guarantee i will be turned off from reading. 😂

Also, most people browse Tumblr on their phone rather than on desktop. (About 62% according to current Semrush statistics.) So certain things that are small in your desktop version will be even smaller on mobile.

If you have a custom blog design, some design elements may not transfer well visually on mobile vs. desktop, and vice versa. So you'll want to check both versions to see how it looks, and possibly make adjustments.

Now, this isn't to say you have to become a graphic designer if that's not your thing. There are plenty of people who share their lovely designs for free, as long as you make sure to credit them if you use one of their banners, dividers, etc. Check out @cafekitsune and @firefly-graphics, for example.

Some of them even take requests. Just make sure to check their bio to see if they state whether they're currently taking requests or not. (This also goes for writers on fic requests.)

Tip #5: Support Your Fellow Writers! Reblog/Comment on What You Read & Enjoy

This is part of the fun when you start truly engaging with the fandoms you love.

Likes are cool. Comments are wonderful. Reblogs with comments are awesome, because not only do they get that engagement/feedback that they can reply to, but the reblog helps your fellow writers get seen. And while they aren't obligated to, they might be more inclined to do the same for you.

You'll also start to develop relationships within your fandom community. This is how I've made many friends and gained new readers on Tumblr -- by reblogging, sharing, commenting on what I liked about the fics I read. 💜

I try my best to support my fellow writers, no matter how new or how popular they are. Just because a writer has a bigger following, doesn't mean they appreciate feedback any less.

Feedback gives us writers energy and fuels us to write more. It can lead to more inspiration, and to continue the series you might be so invested in.

So if I took the time to read something, if I enjoyed it, I'm usually reblogging it and sharing my thoughts, even if it's just a gif or a couple of lines, or a long raving review. 💖

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Season 1 Episode 6 - Skin

“Darius looked around the club, taking in the teeming, half-naked bodies on the dance floor. Screamer’s was packed tonight, full of women wearing leather and men who looked like they had advanced degrees in violent crime.

Darius and his companion fit right in.

Except they actually were killers.

“So you’re really going to do this?” Tohrment asked him.

Darius glanced across the shallow table. The other vampire’s eyes met his own. “Yeah. I am.”

Tohrment nursed his Scotch and smiled grimly. Only the very tips of his fangs showed. “You’re crazy, D.”

“You should know.”

“Alright, I figure we’d hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight.” Dean’s voice called from outside the car. Because of the case with Mary Worthington, I hadn’t been able to finish my book, so I was busy reading that while he got gas. “Sam wears women’s underwear.”

“I’ve been listening, I’m just busy.” Sam responded.

“Busy doing what?”

“Reading e-mails.” Sam replies, holding up his phone to show Dean.

“E-mails from who?”

“From my friends at Stanford.”

“You’re kidding. You still keep in touch with your college buddies?” Dean asked him, his tone was all disbelief.

“Why not?”

“Well, what exactly do you tell them?” He asked. “You know, about where you’ve been, what you’ve been doing?”

“I tell them I’m on a road trip with my big brother and his girlfriend.” His words made my cheeks hot as I hid my face further in my book. “I tell them I needed some time off after Jess.”

“Oh, so you lie to them.”

“No, I just don’t tell them… everything.”

“Yeah, that’s called lying.” Dean stated. “I mean, hey, man, I get it. Telling the truth is far worse.”

“So, what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life?” Sam asked, but Dean just shrugged his shoulders, electing not to answer him. “You’re serious?”

“Look, it sucks, but in a job like this, you can’t get close to people, period.” Dean explained to him. My heart dropped when he spoke. Did that mean we couldn’t be close? We’re we close?

“You’re kind of anti-social, you know that?” Sam asked him. “And what about Freya? We’re close to her.”

“Yeah, whatever.” He replied. “She’s with us, it’s different.” Right…

“God…” Sam trailed off, reading another e-mail on his phone.

“What?” I asked, sitting my book aside.

“In this e-mail from this girl, Rebecca Warren, one of those friends of mine.”

“Is she hot?” Dean and I both asked at the same time, causing Sam to roll his eyes, but he ignored us.

“I went to school with her and her brother, Zack. She says Zack’s been charged with murder. He’s been arrested for killing his girlfriend. Rebecca says he didn’t do it, but it sounds like the cops have a pretty good case.”

“Dude, what kind of people are you hanging out with?” Dean asked.

“No, man, I know Zack. He’s no killer.”

“Well, maybe you know Zack as well as he knows you.” I leaned out of the window where I could see Dean.

“Be nice to your brother.” I told him, but he just made a face at me.

“They’re in St. Louis. We’re going.” Sam said, making Dean chuckle a little.

“Look, sorry about your buddy, okay? But this does not sound like our kind of problem.”

“It is our problem. They’re my friends.” Sam argued.

“St. Louis is four hundred miles behind us, Sam.” Dean tried, but I cut him off.

“Dean, just get in the damn car. What’s the worst that’s going to happen? You get to tell Sam you were right?” I asked, but instead of answering me, he just huffed, getting back into the drivers seat and pulling back out onto the road.

“Oh my God, Sam!” I heard a peppy voice call from the front door we had just walked up to.

“Well, if it isn’t little Becky.” Sam said.

“You know what you can do with that little Becky crap.” She responded. Oh, I like her.

“I got your e-mail.” Sam told her, pulling back from a hug.

“I didn’t think that you would come here.” She said, just a Dean stepped forward, extending his hand.

“Dean. Older brother.” He said. She shook his hand before speaking.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” He responded, smiling. Stepping up, I ‘accidently’ bumped into his shoulder as I did.

“Freya.” I said as I shook her hand.

“Oh, you must be the girlfriend.” She said with a smile. I was confused for a second before I remember what Sam had said he told his friends.

“That’s me.” I said, smiling back at her.

“We’re here to help. Whatever we can do.” Sam told her.

“Come in.” She said, opening the door wider for us to enter.

“Nice place.” Dean commented from his place beside me, looking around the house.

“It’s my parents’. I was just crashing here for the long weekend when everything happened. I decided to take the semester off. I’m gonna stay until Zack’s free.” She told us.

“Where are your folks?” Sam asked.

“They live in Paris for half the year.” She began. Of course they do. Must be nice. “So they’re on their way home now for the trial. Do you want a beer or something?” She asked as we followed her into the kitchen.

“Hey –“ Dean began, obviously about to accept her offer but Sam cut him off.

“No, thanks.” He said, earning a bitch face from Dean. “So, tell us what happened.”

“Well, um…” She began. It was clear she was uncomfortable discussing what happened, but she pushed her way through it. “Zack came home, and he found Emily tied to a chair. And she was beaten up and bloody, and she wasn’t breathing.” She paused, tears forming in her eyes. “So, he called 911, and the police—they showed up, and they arrested him. But, the thing is, the only way that Zack could’ve killed Emily is if he was in two places at the same time. The police—they have a video. It’s from the security tape from across the street. And it shows Zack coming home at 10:30. Now, Emily was killed just after that, but I swear, he was here with me, having a few beers until at least after midnight.”

“You know,” Sam began. Every time he starts a sentence out like that, one of us ends up getting shot at… This is gonna be good. “Maybe we could see the crime scene. Zack’s house.”

“We could?” Dean asked.

“Why? I mean, what could you do?” Rebecca asked.

“Well, me, not much. But Dean’s a cop.” Sam responded. There it is. There’s that pesky little catch. Oh I love this already.

“Detective, actually.” Dean said, a grin on his face.

‘He’s loving this.’ I told Val.

‘Yeah, but he’s cute though.’

‘Hush, you.’

“Really?” She asked him, making him nod. “Where?” OHHHHHH what’s he gonna say?

“Bisbee, Arizona.” He told her. “But I’m off-duty now.”

“You guys, it’s so nice to offer, but I just – I don’t know.”

“Bec, look. I know Zack didn’t do this. Now, we have to find a way to prove that he’s innocent.” Sam explained.

“Okay. I’m gonna go get the keys.” She said, turning and walking away down the hallway.

“Oh, yeah, man. You’re a real straight shooter with your friends.” Dean snarked at him as soon as she was out of earshot. I lightly smacked him in the chest, but he just grabbed my hand, holding it to his chest as he rolled his eyes.

“Look, Zack and Becky need our help.”

“I just don’t think this is our kind of problem.”

“Two places at once? We’ve looked into less.” Sam said.

“It’s true, sugar.” I piped up.

“You’re supposed to be on my side.” He said, turning to me with his puppy dog eyes and a pout.

“You’re so cute.” I told him, patting his cheek, but he just scoffed at me, kissing the back of my hand before dropping it and ushering us out the door after Rebecca.

“You’re sure this is okay?” Rebecca asked Dean for what had to have been the hundredth time.

“Yeah. I am an officer of the law.” He responded, stepping into the house and taking a look around. The smell of blood assaulted me the moment the door was open. It was so strong, everywhere around me.

“Bec, you wanna wait outside?” Sam asked, gently.

“No. I wanna help.” She said, ducking under the police tape and entering the house. Dean could see my hesitation as he watched me from his spot inside.

“Princess?”

“I’m good, I’m good. Just strong.” I said, tapping my nose. I didn’t want to say too much in front of Rebecca, but he understood what I was saying.

“Maybe breathe through your mouth?” I just nodded at him as I stepped in, following his eyes as we took in the room. I was right, there was blood everywhere, all over the walls and the furniture. There was so much.

“Tell us what the police said.” Sam said.

“Well,” She began, eyes tearing up again. “There’s no sign of a break-in. They say that Emily let her attacker in. The lawyers – they’re already talking about a plea bargain.” Looking around the room, she let the tears fall. “Oh god…”

“Look, Bec, if Zack didn’t do this, it means someone else did. Any idea who?” Sam prodded.

“Um…” She trails off, shaking her head as she thought. “There was something, about a week before. Somebody broke in here and stole some clothes – Zack’s clothes. The police – they didn’t think it’s anything. I mean, we’re not that far from downtown. Sometimes people get robbed.” Sam had started to walk away as Dean and I walked over towards the windows. There was a dog barking outside which had caught Dean’s attention and I joined him at the window, looking out. “You know, that used to be the sweetest dog.” Rebecca remarked from behind us.

“What happened?” Dean asked her.

“He just changed.”

“Do you remember when he changed?”

“I guess around the time of the murder.” I shared a look with Dean as she finished talking, both of us thinking the same thing. At that, we turned and found our way back to Sam, who was stopped in the hallway, looking at a picture of himself, Zack and Rebecca that was framed and hanging on the wall.

“So, the neighbor’s dog went psycho right around the time Zack’s girlfriend was killed.” Dean began.

“Animals can have a sharp sense of the paranormal.” Sam answered.

“Yeah, maybe Fido saw something.”

“So, you think maybe this is our kind of problem?”

“No. Probably not.” He began. “But we should look at the security tape, you know, just to make sure.”

“Yeah.” Sam said, smirking at his brother.

“Yeah…” Dean trailed off as Rebecca rejoined us. “So, the tape. The security footage – you think maybe your lawyers could get their hands on it?” He asked. “Cause I just don’t have that kind of jurisdiction." I giggled a little to myself as he spoke, causing him to poke me in my side, making me jump.

“I’ve already got it. I didn’t wanna say something in front of the cop.” She said, making Dean laugh a little. “I stole it off the lawyer’s desk. I just had to see it for myself.”

“All right.” He said grabbing me, pulling me after him out of the house.

We were back at Rebecca’s house playing the security tape. Dean was sitting on the couch, I was on the arm rest next to him, his arm resting around my hips and Sam was sitting in the arm chair across from us.

“Here he comes.” Rebecca said, pointing to the TV. The tape was showing Zack going into the house.

“22:04, that’s just after ten.” Dean started. “You said time of death was about 10:30.”

“Our lawyers hired some kind of video expert. He says the tape’s authentic. It wasn’t tampered with.” She told him. I had been intently watching the tape when I noticed his eyes. Sam must have noticed it too because he spoke up.

“Hey, Bec? Can we take those beers now?”

“Oh, sure.”

“Hey.” He said, getting her attention. “Maybe some sandwiches, too?”

“What do you think this is, Hooters?” She sassed at Sam before leaving the room.

“I wish.” Dean said. I smacked him in the back of the head as we got up to walk over to Sam. He retaliated by pinching my ass, causing me to glare at him. Of course, he just shrugged. “What is it?”

“Check this out.” He said, rewinding the tape to show Dean what we had caught.

“Watch his eyes.” I said as Sam hit play.

“Well, maybe it’s just a camera flare.” Dean said.

“That’s not like any camera flare I’ve ever seen.” Sam said. “You know, a lot of cultures believe that a photograph can catch a glimpse of the soul.”

“Right.”

“Remember that dog that was freakin’ out? Maybe he saw this thing. Maybe this is some kind of dark double of Zack’s, something that looks like him, but isn’t him.”

“Like a Doppleganger.”

“Yeah. It’d explain how he was in two places at once.” Sam said just as Rebecca brought us the beers. We left shortly after that, Sam telling her we needed to get some sleep, mull over what we had learned. We were in the car, driving to the motel when Dean spoke up.

“Princess, can you talk to dogs?”

“Ummm… what?” I asked.

“Dogs, can you talk to them?”

“The hell do you come up with these questions, Winchester?”

“Just answer the damn question.” He said, rolling his eyes at me.

“No?” I said. “Why are you asking?”

“Well, you know…” He started “You got claws and fangs, Valkyrie said she’s your wolf, you get all growly…” He trailed off. “You know, just forget I said anything.”

“Yeah… sure.” I said as we pulled up to the motel.

“I’ll go get us a room.” He mumbled as he all but ran out of the car.

“Dude, I think you embarrassed him.” Sam chuckled.

“He did it to himself.” I defended. “No one told him to ask me that.”

“He likes you, you know.”

“What makes you say that.”

�� “He’s different with you.” Was all Sam was able to get out before Dean rejoined us, pulling the car over to a parking spot in front of one of the doors. He got out of the car and opened my door, before walking to the trunk to get our bags.

“Only two beds, no couch. Looks like you’re stuck with me again, Princess.” He didn’t look at me when he said it, but I could still hear Sam’s words ringing in my ears.

“Whatever will I do?” I said dramatically, hand on my chest. “Sam, save me!”

“Alright, that’s enough.” Dean cut me off as Sam laughed at us, walking into the room. I just rolled my eyes at him as I turned to walk away, but he stopped me, a hand on my arm, pulling me back to him.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” He asked, pushing me back against the car, caging me between his arms.

“Maybe I did.” I said, looking up at him through my lashes.

“What did I say about that, baby girl?” His voice was low, gravelly, as he spoke to me.

“That I would regret it.” His hand had slid from the car, down to my hip where he pulled me into him, roughly. I could feel every single inch of him against me. He moved to nestle his head into my neck, leaving little nips with his teeth as he moved.

“Did you think I was kidding?” He whispered against my skin. My breath caught in my throat as my hands tangled themselves in his hair.

“Dean…” I whispered, arching my back into him. I could feel the smirk on his face when he felt me move.

“You guys coming?” Sam’s voice called out from the motel room, causing me to jerk against Dean. He let out a groan, letting his forehead fall against my shoulder.

“Yeah, Sammy.” He yelled back. He raised his head from my shoulder before leaning it against mine. He took a deep breath before backing up, picking up the bags and walking into the room. I had to take a minute, my legs were shaky and I needed to steady my breathing before I could even think of moving.

‘The hell was that?’

‘That was your bond with the older Winchester. It will only grow stronger.’

‘What kind of bond. What are you talking about?’ She didn’t answer me as I finally gathered myself enough to follow him into the room. I didn’t bother with a shower, just went into the bathroom and changed into Dean’s flannel before falling into bed. Sam was already snoring away and Dean was laid down by the time I got done and crawled into bed myself. When I got under the covers, Dean wasted no time in grabbing me, pulling me into him. I turned to face him, my head resting on his chest when his hand came up, lifting my chin to look at him.

“Good night, Princess.” He said, lowering his face to me, lips grazing mine. I don’t know what came over me at that moment, but I couldn’t handle just a small, chaste kiss, so before he could pull away, I reached up and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him closer to me, pouring emotions I didn’t even know I was feeling into that kiss. He gripped my neck, deepening the kiss causing me to let out a small moan in the back of my throat. His hand slipped down my neck, fingers grazing my skin till they came to rest on my thigh, pulling on it till it laid across his waist. His grip was tightening the longer he kissed me, pulling me into him. There was nothing quite like kissing Dean Winchester. He pulled his head back, lips moving across my cheek and down to my neck, nipping and sucking at the skin there, pulling more sounds from my throat. I couldn’t help the roll of my hips when it happened, but he didn’t seem to mind, pulling me into him even more.

“Baby girl, we gotta stop.” He said, making me whine. “I know, I know. I’m sorry, but I am not going to have your first time with Sam 4 feet away from us.” He whispered against my lips.

“That would be great.” Sam’s voice piped up, causing me to jump in Dean’s arms.

“Holy shit, Sam, I thought you were asleep.”

“Surprise!” He said sarcastically. “Now shut the fuck up and go to sleep.”

“Sorry!” I squeaked out, hiding my face in Dean’s chest. He was just laughing throughout the whole thing. Placing a kiss to my forehead, he settled down and pulled me to lay on his chest. My eyes drifted closed. I’ve always had a hard time falling asleep, but here, in the arms of Dean Winchester, I had never felt more safe, more content… I fell asleep before my thoughts even finished.

“All right, so what are we doing’ here at 5:30 in the morning?” Dean asked, annoyance dripping from every syllable he spoke.

“I realized something.” Sam said, walking away from us towards the house we were parked behind. “The videotape shows the killer going in, but not coming out.”

“So, he came out the back door?” Dean asked him, coming up to lean against the hood of the Impala where I was. He had his jacket in his hand, wrapping it around my shoulders before settling next to me.

“Right. So, there should be a trail to follow. A trail the police would never pursue.”

“Cause they think the killer never left.” Dean started, picking up Sam’s trail of thought. He handed me a Chai, though I must have really been out of it, because I don’t even remember stopping to get it, but I smiled up at him gratefully, nonetheless. “And they caught your friend Zack inside. I still don’t know what we’re doing out here at 5:30 in the morning.”

“I was comfortable.” I grumbled, leaning into Dean’s warmth.

“Blood.” Sam said. He had been looking around, checking the outside walls and surroundings for any sign that our target had come this way. “Somebody came this way.” He continued, pointing at the telephone pole, blood smeared on it.

“Yeah, but the trail ends. I don’t see anything over here.” Dean told him, looking at the ground around the Impala. An ambulance drove by at that moment, the loud siren splitting into my head causing me to whine against Dean’s shoulder. “You okay, Princess?”

“That was just really loud.” I told him, nodding my head to let him know I was okay.

“Has it always been that way?” He asked me, ushering me up to follow his brother, who had walked off to investigate where the ambulance had gone.

“It’s been getting worse, but I’ve always had really sensitive hearing.”

“Worse, how?”

“Everything is more intense.”

“We’ll have to see if we can figure something out for that.” He said before we reached where Sam was standing, observing the scene. “What happened?” Dean leaned up and asked the woman standing in front of in the ever growing crowd.

“He tried to kill his wife.” She answered him. “Tied her up and beat her.”

“Really?” Sam asked.

“I used to see him going to work in the morning. He’d wave, say hello. He seemed like such a nice guy.” She said, watching the guy get loaded into the back of a police car. Sam just shook his head before he put his hand on my back, guiding me away from the crowd, Dean right behind us.

“Hey, I’ll be right back.” Dean said over his shoulder as he walked away, towards the cops surrounding the house.

“You two seemed…” Sam began, trailing off. “Awfully cozy last night and this morning.” I couldn’t help the blush that hit my cheeks.

“He kissed me…” I told him, hiding my face in the cup Dean had gotten for me.

“I know… I heard… though I REALLY wish I hadn’t.” He said, voice colored in annoyance, but his eyes were teasing.

“No, before that.”

“Oh?”

“The night we finished up the Bloody Mary case? Remember that?”

“Yeah…” He said. “Oh wait, when he told me to wait in the car?”

“That would be it.”

“And?”

“Do you really want me to talk to you about my romantic feelings towards your brother, Sasquatch?" I asked incredulously.

“Hey, you’re my best friend. He’s my brother. And while the two of you together, literally makes my head hurt, I couldn’t be any happier for either of you.” He said, all hints of teasing were gone. “All we have is each other. I remember, when I was still with Jess…” he began to say, pain evident in his tone. “Sometimes I needed to talk to someone about it. The good, the bad, the completely unimportant little things…”

“I don’t know what we are. He kissed me. We made out last night, but I don’t KNOW anything.”

“Have you asked him?”

“Really, Sammy? Asking Dean to talk about feelings? That’s gonna go over well.” I answered him sarcastically.

“I think…” He began, seeing Dean jogging back towards us. “You’d be surprised what you could get out of him, if you just asked.”

“Hey.” Dean’s voice called out, effectively ending the conversation. “Remember when I said this wasn’t our kind of problem?” He asked us.

“Yeah.” Sam and I both answered at the same time.

“Definitely our kind of problem.”

“Ohhhhhh Sasquatch, he’s saying he was wrong!!!” I said, swatting him in the arm, earning a glare from the older Winchester.

“Hush, you.” He said, putting his hand over my mouth. I giggled, but didn’t say anything else as I listened to them talk.

“What’d you find out?” Sam asked him, amusement in his eyes as he watched us. Dean still had his hand over my mouth, so I stuck my tongue out and licked his palm. What I’m not going to tell you is how the taste of his skin on my tongue made my brain short circuit. Pulling his hand back, he made a disgusted face, but then a smirk pulled at his lips.

“Brat.” He said, stepping closer to me, crowding me against the Impala before he turned, leaning against it as he spoke to Sam, his arm around my waist, holding me against him. His fingers had found their way under the hem of my shirt, slowly stroking the skin on my hip bone. Very distracting, if I do say so myself. “Well, I just talked to the patrolman who was first on the scene, heard this guy, Alex’s story. Apparently the dude was driving home from a business trip when his wife was attacked.”

“So, he was two places at once.”

“Exactly. Then he sees himself in the house, police think he’s a nutjob.”

“Two dark doubles attacking loved ones in exactly the same way.”

“Could be the same thing doin’ it, too.” Dean said. I looked up between the brothers, Sam deep in thought, before I spoke up.

“Shapeshifter?” I asked, Dean shrugged, but Sam looked up to meet my gaze.

“Something that can make itself look like anyone?” He asked me.

“Every culture in the world has shapeshifter lore.” Dean said.

“You know, legends of creatures who can transform themselves into animals or other men.” I finished.

“Right, skinwalkers, werewolves.” Sam said, listing a couple of the creatures we knew of for certain.

“We’ve got two attacks within blocks of each other. I’m guessing we’ve got a shapeshifter prowlin’ the neighborhood.” Dean said.

“Let me ask you this…” Sam began. “In all this shapeshifter lore, can any of them fly?”

“Not that I know of.”

“I picked up the trail here.” He said, gesturing to the back of the house. “Someone ran out of the back of this building and headed off this way.”

“Just like your friend’s house.”

“Yeah. And, just like at Zack’s house, the trail suddenly ends. I mean, whatever it is just disappeared.”

“Not necessarily.” I said. Both boys turned to look at me when I spoke. “When I was on my own, sometimes I would sleep underground to get away from the elements.” I explained.

“Well, there’s one way to go down.” Dean said, pointing to the manhole not too far away from us.

“Great….” I began, trailing off. “You guys are gonna love this.” I watched the brothers struggling to get the manhole cover off before I intervened. “Move, move.” I said, reaching down and with one hand, pulled it up and tossed it aside over by the building.

“You couldn’t have done that earlier?” Sam sassed at me.

“You guys were doing so well…” I giggled. Sammy Winchester’s bitch face was in full effect, causing me to laugh even harder, but Dean came up behind me, grabbing me, pulling me into him.

“Real cute, princess.”

“I thought it was.” I said, stepping away from him as Sam started down into the manhole. When it was my turn, I started down the ladder as Dean spoke up.

“Eyes up, Princess. Focus.” He said.

“Yes, sir.” I told him, looking up at him from where I standing on the ladder. He bit his lip at that, but didn’t say anything. His eyes had darkened as he nodded at me. I reached the bottom and looked around, waiting for Dean to join us. Sam had his flashlight out, pointing it in every direction he could, before accidently shining it right in my eyes. “Fuck, Sasquatch!” I said, holding my hand up to my face. It had burned my eyes and now I was having to adjust to the sudden, bright intrusion.

“Hey, your eyes…” he said.

“What about her eyes?” Dean asked, having just joined us.

“They flashed when the light hit them. Like an animal.”

“Let me see.” Dean demanded. I knew it wasn’t going to be fun, but I would let him see regardless, so I lowered my hand and looked at them as Sam directed the flashlight beam at me again. “Holy shit, they do.” He said. Sam hadn’t shoved the light directly into my eyes that time, so the adjustment wasn’t as bad.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, seeing the worry clouding Dean’s face.

“It’s nothing…” He said trailing off, but when I grabbed his arm and forced him to look at me, he sighed. “They just reminded me of the video from last night.” I dropped his arm quickly as he spoke, backing up a little. That video was of a creature who was running around, brutally murdering people… I couldn’t be like that, right?

“Hey, hey.” Sam said, grabbing both of my arms, making me face him. “You’re not like this thing, okay? Having a similar feature doesn’t mean you’re going to go around killing people, okay?” He had hit that one right on the head, I thought to myself.

“How do you know for sure?” I asked quietly. I tried to reach out to Val, but she was suspiciously quiet right now.

“Look at me, Princess.” Dean said, coming to stand beside us. I turned my face to look up at him. “You are nothing like this thing.” He began, bringing his hand up to my back, running his fingers up and down my spine. “You’re a pain in my ass, but you are good. You are so good.” He encouraged.

“You are kind and you do everything you can to help someone.” Sam continued. “That thought alone makes you one of the good guys, regardless of what you are.”

“Promise?” I asked, looking down at the ground. Sam pulled me into a tight hug, like he was trying to shield me.

“We both promise.” Dean’s voice came from behind us, his hand still on my back. Closing my eyes, I nodded my head, fighting the tears before I pulled away, running a hand over my face.

“Fuck…” I said, pulling away from Sam. “I’m sorry. We have a murderer to catch.” Chuckling a little as I looked around, my eyes flashing so I could see better.

“I bet this runs right by Zack’s house, too.” Sam said after a brief pause. He cleared his throat before continuing. “The shapeshifter could be using the sewer system to get around.”

“I think you’re right.” Dean said. He had walked a little ways away from us exploring, and was now knelt down on the ground. "Look at this.” He was pointing at a small gooey pile of what looked like blood and pieces of skin.

“Is that from his victims?” Sam asked, watching Dean take his pocketknife out of his pocket and lift up a piece out of the pile.

“You know, I just had a sick thought. When a shapeshifter changes shape – maybe it sheds.”

“That is sick.” Sam said as I scrunched my nose at the thought.

“Let’s get out of here.” I said to the boys, leading them back to the ladder and out of the sewers.

“Well, one thing I learned from Dad, is that no matter what kind of shapeshifter it is, there’s one sure way to kill it.” Dean said, opening up the trunk and propping open the special compartment with that shotgun.

“Silver bullet to the heart.” Sam answered him.

“That’s right.” Sam’s phone ringing cut off the conversation as he pulled it out, answering it.

“This is Sam.” He said, turning to walk away from the car.

“Who is it?” Dean asked me.

“Rebecca. And she doesn’t sound happy.” I told him.

“What’s she saying?”

“She’s yelling at him for lying to her. She talked to the lawyer, found out you weren’t actually a cop.”

“Bec –“ Sam started but she cut him off again.

“Damn…” I trailed off looking at Dean. “She is big mad at him.” Dean chuckled a little as Sam hung up the phone and rejoined us by the car.

“I hate to say it, but that’s exactly what I’m talking about.” Dean began. “You lie to your friends because if they knew the real you, they’d be freaked. It’s just – it’d be easier if –“

“If I was like you, two.” Sam cut him off.

“Hey, don’t bring me into this.” I said.

“Hey, man, like it or not, we are not like other people.” Dean told him, ignoring me. “But I’ll tell you one thing. This whole gig – it ain’t without perks.” He said, holding out a gun for Sam, handing me one as well before putting his Colt in his jeans, closing the trunk and walking back towards the sewer. Once we were back down in the sewers Sam took up the lead, heading further down the tunnel.

“I think we’re close to its lair.” Dean quipped.

“Why do you say that?” Sam asked him.

“Because there’s another puke-inducing pile next to your face.” He said, pointing with his flashlight to the pipe running right next to Sam’s head.

“Oh, God.” Sam said, completely disgusted. He jumped back a little when he saw it, causing me to giggle a little.

“Hush, shortcake, or I’ll pick you up and rub your face in it.”

“You wouldn’t…” I trailed off, backing up away from him a little.

“Looks like it’s lived here for a while.” Dean cut in.

“Who knows how many murders he’s gotten away with?” Sam said. I smelled him before I saw him. Dirt, blood and something tangy, wild and overall unpleasant. “Dean!” Sam yelled out causing both Dean and I to spin around finding the shapeshifter there, still looking like the dude that had gotten arrested earlier, standing behind Dean. I started moving before I even realized what I was doing, but the shapeshifter punched Dean, right in the side of the head, causing him to crumple, before I reached him. Sam pulled his gun out, shooting after him, but I wasn’t watching to see if anything connected. As soon as I reached Dean, I dropped to the ground next to him, pulling him up to a sitting position, wincing as my hand touched his shoulder, Sam right behind me.

“Get the son of a bitch!” Dean growled out, pushing me away as he stood up. He was pissed. We raced over to the ladder, heading up and out of the sewers in pursuit, but when we got topside, we didn’t see him anywhere. I tried following his scent, but there were so many people around and we were right next to a park, I couldn’t pick it up.

“All right, let’s split up.” Sam spoke up.

“All right, I’ll meet you around the other side.” Dean said, turning and taking off before I could say anything.

“I’ll head into the park, look there. Meet you at the car?” I asked Sam, watching him nod at me, then turn and walk the opposite direction his brother took. I jogged over to the small park, trying to pick up the scent, find a trace of his face, anything to help with locating him, but came up empty. After several minutes, I made my way back to the car, beating the boys. I was leaning against the drivers side when I caught sight of Sam, Dean appearing a few seconds later.

“Hey.” Dean called out, causing Sam to turn to face him. “Anything?”

“No. He’s gone.”

“All right, let’s get back to the car.” Dean spoke up, pausing to let a car pass, before he crossed the street.

“You think he found another way underground?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, probably. You got the keys?” Dean asked, Sam stopped walking and looked at me before turning to his brother. I could feel the uncertainty and tension rolling off Sam, but I couldn’t place why.

“Hey, didn’t Dad once face a shapeshifter in San Antonio?” Sam asked him.

“Oh, that was Austin.” He said. I remembered reading about that in John’s journal. “It turned out not to be a shapeshifter, it was a thought form. A psychic projection, remember?”

“Oh, right. Here ya go.” Sam responded, tossing the keys to Dean. When he threw his hand up to catch the keys, it hit me. The smell of dirt and blood and that wild spice I couldn’t place. Not leather and pine. This was NOT Dean. “Don’t move!” Sam yelled, turning back around and raising his gun. “What have you done with him?”

“Dude, chill. It’s me, all right?”

“No, I don’t think so. Where’s my brother?”

“You’re about to shoot him. Sam, calm down.” He said, turning to me next. “Nik, tell him.”

“You aren’t Dean. Sam calls me by my middle name, not you. You’ve never once in the whole time we’ve known each other called me Nik.”

“You caught those keys with your left.” Sam said, cutting me off and drawing the attention back to himself. “Your shoulder was hurt.”

“Yeah, it’s better. What do you want me to do, cry?” Okay, so that was something Dean would say, but the smell, coupled with the nickname… I was convinced this wasn’t Dean.

“You’re not my brother.”

“Why don’t you pull the trigger, then? Hm?” ‘Dean’ said, goading Sam on. “Cause you’re not sure. Dude, you know me.”

“Don’t.” Sam said as ‘Dean’ took a step towards him. I was silently watching, trying to figure out what was going on when he hit Sam with a crowbar, knocking him out before turning on me.

“Come on, doll. It’s your turn.” He said, walking towards me. I could do this, It’s just Dean’s face, not actually Dean. He lunged at me, swinging the crowbar towards my face, but I caught it before it connected with my head, pushing him back against the car. He recovered fast, bending, then swinging his leg in a wide arch, knocking my feet out from under me. I landed on my back, head cracking against the pavement, causing everything to lose focus for a moment, but a moment was all it took. He was on top of me, straddling me. He was stronger than I was expecting and caught off guard, he got my arms gathered in one hand and trapped against my chest.

“Sorry, doll. This will only hurt for a moment.” He said, then everything went black.

When I woke up, I could feel my arms tied up above my head, chains wrapped around my body where I was sat on the ground, secured to a metal beam. There was no give, so I couldn’t wiggle around to get any leverage and I could barely breathe.

“Where is he?” I heard Sam’s voice breaking through the silence, but he sounded far away. “Where’s Dean?”

“I wouldn’t worry about him.” Came Dean’s voice, the shapeshifter. “I’d worry about you.”

“Where is he? Where’s Freya?”

“You don’t really wanna know.” He said, laughing to himself. “I swear, the more I learn about you and your family – I thought I came from a bad background.”

“What do you mean, learn?” Sam asked, a groan coming from the shapeshifter after a second.

“He’s sure got issues with you. You got to go to college. He had to stay home. I mean, I had to stay home. With dad.” He corrected himself. “You don’t think I had dreams of my own? But dad needed me. Where the hell were you?”

“Where is my brother and Freya?”

“I am your brother. Don’t worry about pretty little Freya, I have plans for her.” He said, pausing for a second. “See, deep down, I’m just jealous. You got friends. You could have a life. Me? I know I’m a freak. And sooner or later, everybody’s gonna leave me.” I heard shuffling and what sounded like footsteps before Sam spoke up.

“What are you talking about?” I could hear the confusion in his voice.

“You left. Hell, I did everything dad asked me to, and he ditched me too. No explanation, nothing, just poof. Left me with your sorry ass. But, still, this life? It’s not without it’s perks.” He laughed. “I meet the nicest people. Like Freya. You know, you don’t know half of the deep, dark, depraved things he thinks about her. If it wasn’t for her, Dean would bang little Becky if he had the chance. Let’s see what happens.” I heard more shuffling and then more footsteps before the shapeshifter came into my view.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” He said, stopping next to me. He knelt down, lifting his hand to run the back of his fingers against my check. “You’re skin is so soft. You should hear the thoughts he has about you.” He said, his hand had slid down from my face, tracing the vein in my neck before skimming down my chest. He then gripped my shirt in his hands, yanking it open causing the buttons to fly everywhere, exposing my bra to his disgustingly greedy eyes. “The things he wants to do to you, what I want to do to you, how I want to mark your skin up, make you feel me for days…” He trailed off.

“Please…” I said, tears springing to my eyes. “Stop.”

“You don’t really want that, do you, doll?” He asked, rough hands cupping my breasts tightly, causing pain to shoot through me. I tried to kick my legs out at him, get him away from me, but he moved to sit on them, pinning them down. I couldn’t move any part of my body and the panic was starting to sit in. My eyes were glowing, I could tell that much, and I could finally feel Val in the back of my head again.

‘Let me in. Relax and let me handle this.’ She whispered in my head. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, but I let my instinct guide me and I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, in the same moment, he had ripped my bra in half, completely exposing me to the air. Next thing I know, it was like I was riding backseat in my own body. I could see everything, hear everything, feel everything, but I wasn’t in control. Valkyrie took over my body.

“Get off of me.” She spoke, a deep growl coming from my chest, causing him to pause. His eyes widened as he lifted his head to look at me. She lifted my legs, causing him to fall backwards before she kicked out, sending him flying back. When he stood, I swear he almost looked scared before his face hardened again, eyes sharp as he took me in.

“I’ve got business to attend to, but when I get back. You’re going to regret that.” He threatened as he stomped out, leaving me tied to the pole, my shirt hanging open and limply on either side of me. She gave me back control as soon as he was gone. I have no idea how long I sat there, trying so hard to get out of the chains before I heard Sam curse from the other room.

“Damn it.”

“That better be you, Sam, and not that freak of nature.” I hear Dean’s voice speak up, immediately causing me to tense up again.

“Yeah, it’s me.” Sam laughed. I could hear more rustling before I heard footsteps. “He went to Rebecca’s, looking like you.”

“Well, he’s not stupid. He picked the handsome one.” Dean’s voice spoke up again. What he said was funny, I won’t lie, but I couldn’t get past the way the shapeshifter spoke using his voice. I could hear the sound of ropes and more rustling.

“Yeah, that’s the thing. He didn’t just look like you, he was you. Or he was becoming you.”

“What do you mean?”

“You mean, like the Vulcan mind meld?” And he calls Sam and I nerds…

“Yeah, something like that. I mean, maybe that’s why he doesn’t just kill us.”

“Maybe he needs to keep us alive. Psychic connection.” Dean said. I could hear the ropes fall and Dean helping Sam up. “Where’s Freya, she’s not in here, she wasn’t back there.”

“I don’t know, he wouldn’t tell me. He said he had plans for her.”

“That fucking thing better not have touched her. I’ll kill him.”

“Dean, I’m sure she’s fine. She’s stronger than both of us combined and smarter too.”

“I’ll skin it alive if he hurt her.” Dean growled out.

‘You need to tell them you’re in here.’

‘I can’t…’ I whimpered in my head.

‘Then I will.’ She said as another deep growl released from my chest.

“Did you hear that?” Dean said. “It came from in here.” I could only hear the sound of their footsteps before the brothers came into view. Sam noticed me first, the color draining from his face as he got Dean’s attention. When his eyes locked on my frame, the fury I could feel radiating off him was almost suffocating. “I’m going to rip the skin off his bones.” He said, making his way over to me. The moment he reached me, he picked up the pieces of my shirt, trying to cover me, but not completely succeeding. “Are you hurt?” He asked, looking over the chains, trying to figure out how to get me out.

“No…” I whispered. He paused at that, eyes searching my face as he noticed my hesitation to interact with him. He started to back away, his hands held out in front of me like a peace offering, before he spoke again.

“Sam, I’m gonna look for a key. See if you can find another way to get her out of those.” He said, eyes still on mine. I tried so hard to hold his gaze, but I was having a really hard time right then. When he reached the door frame, he turned and headed out into the rest of the sewer.

“Are you okay?” Sam asked softly.

“I’m fine.” I answered.

“Freya, are you okay?” He asked again. This time, I just looked up at him trying to fight the tears in my eyes.

“I will be.” He didn’t say anything else, just walked around behind me, tugging on the chains.

“There’s a lock up here, securing the chains to the top of the poll.” He explained. Dean reappeared a few seconds later with a large pipe wrench in his hands.

“I couldn’t find a key, but this should break the lock.” He handed it over to Sam, ensuring he stayed where I could see him at all times. The loud clanking of metal against metal rang in my ears making me flinch every time Sam swung at the lock, until I finally heard a thud where it fell to the floor, the chains loosening around me and my arms falling to my sides. “Can I help you, princess? Please let me help you.” He all but begged, but still he didn’t come any closer to me until I nodded. “Sam, your shirt.” He said. Sam pulled off one of his shirts, handing it to Dean without question, as they both worked to get the chains off me. I kept my eyes glued to Dean the entire time. Logically, I knew that this was the real Dean. My Dean. Not the monster who had touched me, who had hurt me, but my mind just wouldn’t make the connection. I couldn’t help the flinch every time he moved and I could see the hurt in his eyes, but he never said anything about it. When the chains were finally gone off of me, he helped me sit up further, pulling the scraps of my shirt and bra off of me, Sam turning his back, before he helped me slide into the shirt his brother had handed him. “Can you walk?” He asked.

“Yeah.” I whispered, moving my eyes to the floor.

“Don’t do that.” He whispered back. “Don’t ever be afraid to look at me, please.” He said, his fingers grazing my chin before he seemed to remember himself and dropped his hand.

“I’m sorry.”

“Do not apologize.” He said sternly, slightly pushing me towards Sam. “Let’s get you out of here.” Sam wrapped his arm around my shoulders as we followed Dean, trying to locate the exit. He found a small window at the top of the wall, leading out into the street, turning and pointing it out to us. “Here.” Sam let go of me long enough to push open the window and pull himself out. He turned back around to me, reaching out his hands for me to hold onto as he helped me out of the window, Dean following right after.

“Come on. We gotta find a phone, call the police.” Sam said, arm wrapped back around me.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You’re gonna put an APB out on me?” Dean asked, but Sam just shrugged.

“Sorry.” He said as Dean walked past us, looking back and forth down the alley before heading left.

“This way.” He led us down the alley and out into the street, in front of a few stores before the news caught my attention. I tugged on the back of Sam’s jacket to get his attention, his eyes settling on mine in confusion before I nodded towards the TV in the window.

“Man! That’s not even a good picture.” Dean complained, noticing what we were looking at.

“It’s good enough.” Sam responded, pulling me along with him away from the news.

“Man!” Dean exclaimed, following behind us and into another alley.

“Come on.” He said. “They said attempted murder. At least we know –“ Sam trailed off.

“I didn’t kill her.” Dean finished for him, my stomach dropping at his words. It wasn’t him.

“We’ll check in with Rebecca in the morning, see if she’s all right.”

“All right, but first, I wanna find that handsome devil and kick the holy crap out of him.”

“We have no weapons. No silver bullets.” I spoke up for the first time, causing both brothers to stop walking.

“The guy’s walkin’ around with my face, okay?” He said to me, a little harshly, but I knew it wasn’t directed at me. “It’s a little personal, I wanna find him. He hurt you.” His words caused me to look at the ground again, hearing a sigh leave him.

“Okay, where do we look?” Sam asked.

“Well, we could start with the sewers?” I tensed under Sam’s arm at those words.

“We have no weapons. He stole our guns, we need more.” Sam said, reiterating my words.

“The car?” I asked quietly.

“I’m betting he drove over to Rebecca’s.” Dean answered, less venom in his voice, his eyes softening when he looked at me.

“The news said he fled on foot. I bet it’s still parked there.” Sam spoke up.

“The thought of him driving my car…” Dean trailed off, getting worked up again.

“All right, come on.” Sam said, tugging me with him.

“It’s killing me!” Dean called from behind us and despite everything, I felt myself giggle a little, causing a soft smile to grace Dean’s lips for a moment.

“Let it go.” Sam told him as we continued making our way to Rebecca’s house.

We were running down an ally lined with garage doors as we rounded the corner, finally finding what we had been searching for.

“Oh, there she is! Finally, something went right tonight.” Dean spoke, but as soon as the words were out of his mouth, a police car pulled into sight on the other side of Baby. “Oh, crap.” He said, turning around to head back in the direction we came from, but another one was pulling onto the end of that street as well. He paused, spinning in a circle trying to find us a way out. “This way, this way.” He said, moving towards the fence on the opposite side of us.

“You go. I’ll hold them off.” Sam said, pushing me towards Dean, making me trip and fall, right into Dean’s arms.

“What are you talking about? They’ll catch you.” Dean said.

“Look, they can’t hold me. Just go, keep out of sight. Meet me at Rebecca’s.” He said, motioning for us to move. Dean had ushered me over to the fence, his hands on my waist, lifting me up to get over the fence. “Stay out of the sewers.” Dean was up and coming over the fence now, hand on my arm to guide me away. “I mean it. Take care of her.”

“Yeah, yeah!” Dean yelled back, pushing me ahead of him and out of the backyard we had climbed into. I could hear the police cornering Sam back behind us.

“Don’t move! Keep your hands where I can see them!”

“Come on, Princess. Let’s find somewhere to lay low for the night.” He said, guiding me down the road and to a motel we had seen a few blocks down. He led me into the lobby, leading me to a chair in the corner. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.” I nodded at him, but didn’t speak. He just sighed before walking off to get us a room. I took in the lobby of the motel I was sitting in, pale red walls, pink plastic chairs, a yellow phone sitting on the desk. Soon enough, Dean was coming back to get me. “They only had one room left, a single. I’ll sleep on the floor.” He said, helping me stand up, but again I didn’t say anything. He led me out of the motel and down the row of doors till we reached our room, unlocking it, then holding the door open for me to go in first.

The first thing I noticed was, like he said, the single bed, sat right in the middle of the room, up against the wall. The second thing was the small fridge, sitting right on top of a very suspicious looking stain on the carpet. Dean brushed past me, walking up to the small round table and sitting down at one of the two chairs in the corner.

“You probably want a shower.” He said. “I can run down the road and grab you some clean clothes while you’re in there, if you want.” He was trying, so hard, I could tell, but I just couldn’t make myself respond to him.

‘You’re closing yourself off to him.’

‘I don’t mean to. I’m trying.’

‘Breathe.’ She said to me.

‘I am.’

‘No, Freya, darling, breathe him in. Take in his scent. Smell him. It will help.’ Her words confused me, but I didn’t question what she was saying.

“What?” Dean asked, he could tell I had been talking to her again. Instead of answering him, I made my way, slowly, across the room to stand in front of him, closing my eyes tightly. “Are you okay?” He asked quietly.

“Don’t move.” I told him. With that, I leaned closer to him and took a deep breath. At first, all I could smell was the gross, damp motel room and the sweat on our skin, but slowly, leather and pine started to make it’s way into the air. Dean. It really was him, sitting here in front of me. I couldn’t stop myself as soon as his scent hit my nose. I crawled into his lap, burying my head in his neck, my arms wrapping around him and I just let go. Sobs tore through my body as his arms came up to hold me close to him. He didn’t say anything, he just held me as I cried, running his hand up and down my back, pressing kisses to my hair. I don’t know how long we stayed like that before I was able to get my crying under control, but he was patient with me.

“Can you tell me what happened?” He asked me, causing me to tense again. “Please. I need to understand what happened.” He begged me. I couldn’t deny him that. I needed to tell him.

“He was stronger than I expected. We fought for a minute, but he ended up knocking me out. When I woke up, he had me chained up to that pole. I…” I trailed off, tears stinging my eyes again. “When I first woke up, he was with Sam. I could hear them talking… then he came into the room I was in, talking about you and what you think about me… then he…” I paused, my breath catching in my throat.

“Shhhh… you’re safe now, you’re safe.” He whispered, running his hand down my hair. “What did he do?”

“He… ummm.. He ripped my shirt open… and then he… he touched me… He squeezed me… he hurt me…” I said, tears escaping my eyes again. “I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t make him stop…” I cried out, willing my body to stop shaking. I could feel the anger in Dean’s body as I spoke, but he kept himself in check.

“Did he do anything else?”

“No, he didn’t get a chance to. Valkyrie made him quit.” I told him.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know how, but she took over, like she was controlling me and I was just along for the ride.” He pulled back and looked into my eyes at that, worry clouding his features.

“Can she do it whenever she wants?”

‘No. Only when you let me, or when you and yours are in grave danger.’ She whispered in my mind, so I relayed the message to him.

‘Can I speak to him?’

“She wants to talk to you.” I could see the hesitation in his eyes, but he nodded his head, regardless. I lowered my head, closing my eyes before I let her take control, just like I had in the sewers.

“Hello, Dean.”

“Val.”

“You don’t need to fear me. I wouldn’t ever hurt our mate.”

“It’s not me, I’m concerned about.” He replied.

“Let me explain. Freya and I, we are the same. Two souls combined in one body. Her needs and wants are my needs and wants and vise versa. If she dies, I die. If I burn, she burns. We are one. But that is not why I wanted to speak to you.”

“What is it?” I felt him sit up a little straighter.

“The shapeshifter, he really scared her. But it’s your scent that calms her. Your likeness may have been what caused her pain and distress, but only you can get her through this. Be patient with her. She needs you now more than ever.”

“My scent?”

“She can explain. Promise me you’ll take care of her.” He nodded at her words. “Use your words. Promise me.” She said, a little more harshly to him.

“I promise. I will take care of her.” His voice was hard, determined. With a nod, my head dropped and Val moved to the back of my mind again. It was almost like I could see her curling up in my head, like a puppy getting ready for sleep.

“I’m so sorry.” I told him, lifting my head back up to look at him. I was almost afraid of what I would see there.

“Don’t be sorry, Princess.” He began. “She’s just worried about you, same as I am.” He shifted beneath me. “How about that shower?” He asked. Nodding, I stood up off of his lap. He stood up as well, going to head to the door.

“Where are you going?” I asked him.

“Just to get us something clean to wear. I’ll be right back. 10 minutes.”

“Yeah, okay.” I said, sitting down on the bed.

“Why don’t you head to the shower while I’m out?”

“No. No, I’ll wait for you.” I told him. He looked, tilting his head a little before he nodded, slipping out of the door and closing it behind him. I sat there, stuck in my head while I waited for him to come back. It’s crazy how something simple as your sense of smell can change everything for you. I wasn’t scared of Dean. No, I knew he would do anything to keep me safe, but I was scared of what would have happened if Val hadn’t of taken over like she did. I was mad at myself for letting me get caught in that situation in the first place. One thing is for sure, I needed to get better at hand to hand combat. I needed to ask the boys to train me. Help me understand how to defend myself better. Claws, fangs and brute strength could only get me so far, as tonight proved. I was still in the same position when he got back, my instincts driving me as I lunged, knocking him into the door, my arm braced across his throat.

“It’s me, Freya. It’s me.” He said. His scent hit me as soon as he finished talking and I jerked back, dropping him in place.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” I repeated over and over to him, falling back against the bed and onto the floor. I pulled my knees into my chest, wrapping my arms around myself.

“Princess, it’s okay. I’m okay. Look.” He said, taking my hand, placing it over his heart on his chest. I could feel the warmth seeping into my palm and I could feel his heart beating into my hand.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, everything is okay.” He said, standing up and pulling me up with him. “Let’s get you in that shower now.” He told me, guiding me to the bathroom. He sat me down on the toilet before turning the water on, getting it hot enough before turning to leave. My hand shot out, bragging him by the wrist before he could leave, but as soon as I touched him, I dropped his hand again.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered.

“What do you need, princess? Tell me.”

“Don’t leave me…” I whispered back. He paused for a moment before he nodded. He seemed to know exactly what I needed as he reached down to pull Sam’s shirt up and over my head, before he knelt down on the floor in front of me. He reached up, unbuttoning my jeans before pulling them down my legs. His eyes stayed on mine the whole time, being respectful of my boundaries, but also making sure he was being attentive. He opened the curtain and helped me into the shower before closing it behind me. I made a move to stop him, but he spoke up, cutting me off.

“I’m just getting undressed. I’m not going anywhere.” He assured me. I could hear his clothes hitting the ground before the curtain opened back up and he joined me. He ushered me forward under the water, stepping right up behind me. His arms came around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. I could feel myself relaxing into him the longer we stood there. He eventually pulled away, reaching up to grab the shampoo, squeezing out enough before putting it back. His hands made their way up, massaging the shampoo into my hair, kneading his fingers into my scalp. When he was done, he gently turned me around, tilting my head back so he could wash the shampoo out. Next he grabbed the soap, palming it in his hand before he began to lather my skin. When he reached my chest, though, I couldn’t help but freeze, remembering the pain that the shapeshifter inflicted on me.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He whispered.

“Dean…” I started, trailing off. I was having a hard time telling him what I needed. What I needed from him.

“What is it, Princess.”

“I need you to do something for me.”

“Anything.” And I could tell that he meant it. In that moment, he truly meant it. If I wanted him to go out, right now, and rip the spine out of that shapeshifter, he would find a way to do it. If I asked him to get on his knees and wash my feet, he’d do it. He’d do it for me.

“I need you to erase his memory.”

“What do you mean?”

“What he did…” I trailed off. “I need you to replace it. I need to know your hands, not his. I need to know how you feel, not him.” I said, tears stinging my eyes again. He turned me around to face him cupping my face before he leaned down, pressing his lips to mine. This kiss was different than the others we had shared. It wasn't hot or demanding or needy, it was sweet and caring. It was gentle.

“Show me what you need.” he said, pulling back from the kiss. I nodded, leaning up to kiss him again as I gripped his wrist, moving his hand down my neck and over my collar bone. I broke the kiss is his hand reached my chest.

“Here,” I told him, holding his hand across my breast. “He squeezed so hard, it hurt so bad…” I trailed off. He didn't say anything, not at first, just stared down at me in quiet contemplation for a moment before he spoke.

“Do you trust me?”

“Completely.” I answered him. He nodded his head before he reached around me to turn off the water, pulling the curtain back and guiding me to get out of the shower. He grabbed one of the towels, wrapping it around my body before drying himself off, leaving his towel in the bathroom. He guided me into the room, pushing me towards the bed.

“Lay down for me.” He said, his hands only leaving me to help up on the bed, following me before settling above me once I reached the pillows. “If you want to stop, for any reason, at all, you say the word and this ends.” he told me, pushing my hair back from my face. I nodded at him, lifting my hands to cup his face and bring him down to me. His weight was comfortable, safe, as he laid on top of me, his scent surrounding me, calming my broken mind. His kisses were still sweet as he moved his lips against mine, never taking more than I would give him. Pulling away, he trailed his lips across my cheek and down my neck, nipping and sucking at the soft flesh below my ear. It shot heat straight through my body, making me arch against him. Once again, his hand found my body, starting at the top of the towel, where it was tied together. Pulling back, he looked at me, hand resting on the towel, waiting for me to say yes or no before he moved.

“I’m okay.” I whispered, moving my own hands up to help me undo the towel. It fell away from my body, falling open against the bed under us.

“Beautiful...” He whispered against the skin of my neck, his tongue darting out to lick up a drop of water left over from the shower. His hand found it’s way to my hip, fingers trailing fire along my skin as he moved higher. When he reached his destination, he pulled back. “Here?” He asked, palming my breast in his large, calloused palm. I nodded my head as he started to move, his hand gently kneading the skin, thumb brushing over my nipple. He was so gentle in his actions that I almost started crying again. He pulled back from my neck to look at me again. “Okay?”

“Okay.” I whispered back, arching against him again when his thumb swept over me again. He bent down, attaching his lips to my throat, before moving lower, leaving kisses and nips across my collarbones until he reached the valley between my breasts. He left open-mouthed kisses, trailing the skin with his tongue before he made his way to my right nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud before sucking it into his mouth. I couldn’t keep in the sounds that made their way out of my mouth, my back once again arching into him, seeking everything he was willing to give me. His thigh moved between my legs, pressing up against my core as he continued his ministrations.

“So sensitive...” he said, pulling back to move to the other side, not wanting to neglect it. “I wonder if I can make you cum, just from this?” He wondered out loud to himself. When he sucked my other nipple into his mouth, causing my back to arch again, it made me grind down on his thigh, shooting pleasure through my entire body. I let out a moan at that, my body deciding to repeat the motion before I could even comprehend what was happening. “There you go, good girl.” He whispered, gripping my hip with his free hand, guiding me to move along his thigh. “Take what you need.” I found his lips on mine again as I kissed him, but this time, I let my desperation leak into it. His tongue made it’s way into my mouth, licking deep as it caressed mine. I didn’t know if I was doing it right, but when I sucked on his tongue, the deep groan it pulled from his chest fueled my actions. I could feel the tension building in my lower stomach, the knot was tightening and I was so close to coming undone when he pulled away. “You’re doing so good for me.” He whispered, his mouth finding my nipple again right as that band snapped. Sounds I never knew I could make had left me, my hands gripping his shoulders as I saw stars. I’ve had orgasms before, but never one given to me by someone else. I couldn’t even begin to explain how intense the moment was as he helped guide me through my high. When I slumped back limply against the mattress, he leaned down, kissed me softly before brushing the hair away from my face. “That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” He said to me before helping me get the towel out from under me, cleaning me up and raising to get the clothes he had picked up for us. He helped me get dressed, sliding my shirt over my arms, pulling my underwear up my legs before he threw on a pair of boxers. I pulled back the covers, motioning him to join me, and as we settled I turned to him.

“What about you?” I asked him, concerned that I had gotten off, but he was left unsatisfied.

“What about me?”

“You didn’t... you know.” I gestured down to his legs but he understood what I meant.

“This wasn’t about me. I’m perfectly fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Sleep, princess.” He said with a kiss to my hair. I swear, I don’t know what it is about this man, but it was like my whole body heard his command and was just like, sure, okay, yeah. I fell asleep before I even fully settled against him.

The next morning, I woke up, reaching out for Dean, but the bed was cold. Raising my head, I found a note on the bedside table, written in Dean’s messy handwriting.

‘Princess, I know Sam told me not too, and you’re probably going to be really mad at me for it, but I went back to the sewers to find this son of a bitch. I didn’t want to wake you or make you go back down there with me after everything that happened. You don’t need that kind of shit. I got this. I’ll be back before you know it.’

‘I’m gonna kill him.’

‘He’s doing what he thinks he needs to, to protect you.’

‘I’m still gonna kill him.’ I jumped up, throwing on the clothes he had left and rushed out the door, following his scent that still lingered in the air. I really need to get myself a cell phone... I followed his scent until it led me to the same manhole cover I had pulled up yesterday, but just as I was about to go down it, I heard voices coming up from inside.

“Rebecca?” Dean’s voice called out. “What happened?” I could hear her crying and the rustling of what sounded like rope coming up through the opening.

“I was walking home, and everything just went white. Someone hit me over the head, and I wound up here just in time to see that thing turn into me. I don’t know, how is that even possible?” She asked him.

“Okay, okay. It’s okay.” Dean told her, the sound of ropes hitting the ground reached my ears. “Come on. Can you walk?” There was a pause before he spoke again. “Okay, we’ve gotta hurry. Sam went to see you.” The sound of their foot steps got louder as the reached the opening of the manhole. Rebecca was up first, noticing me as I offered her my hand to help her out.

“Are you okay?” I asked her, hoping he didn’t do to her, what he did to me.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” She answered me.

“Did he...” I trailed off, having a hard time finding the right words. Dean was up out of the manhole and watching our interaction.

“Did he touch you?” Dean finished for me. I shot him a grateful look before turning back to her.

“No, no he didn’t touch me.” I let out a sigh of relief as she spoke. Good.

“We need to move.” I spoke up, turning back to Rebecca. “How far to your house?” I asked her.

Reaching Rebecca’s house, I could hear the shapeshifter speaking to Sam in the house, taking off running, leaving Dean and Rebecca outside.

“I must say, I will be sorry to lose this skin. Your brother’s got a lot of good qualities. You should really appreciate him more than you do.” I heard him pause as I snuck into the room. “Cheers.” I could hear a scuffle break out in the house, signaling a fight. “Oh, you son of a bitch. Not bad little brother.”

“You’re not him.” Sam’s voice echoed out.

“Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass.” the Shapeshifter said. I decided to make my presence known then, stepping into the room. “Well would you look at that.” He said with a grin, turning towards me. “Just couldn’t stay away, could you?” His arrogant tone completely contradicting any tone that Dean had ever spoken to me with.

“You know where you made your mistake?” I asked him, keeping his attention on me as Dean snuck into the room behind him.

“What’s that, doll?” He asked, stepping over an almost unconscious Sam, making his way towards me.

“You touched me.” I growled out, flashing my eyes as Dean stood up behind him.

“Hey!” He yells out, causing the Shapeshifter to turn around. Before he could even make a move, Dean had sunk two shots straight into his chest, knocking him back into the wall and onto the floor.

“Sam!” Rebecca yelled, rushing over to him, cradling his head in her lap. Dean made his way over to me, cradling my head in his hands turning it back and forth for a second, before nodding to himself before he walked over to the dead shapeshifter, looking down at him. I joined him, noticing the necklace he had taken from Dean. I reached down, yanking it from around his neck before going to check on Sam.

“Sasquatch?” I asked, placing my hand on his shoulder. “You alive?”

“Fuck you, shortcake.” He wheezed out with a laugh.

“Fuck me? That’s not very nice, Samuel.” I told him, relieved he was okay enough to joke with me. It was over, at least for now, and we all made it out alive. Grabbing his arm, I hauled him up, bracing him against my shoulder. “Jesus Christ you’re heavy.” I joked with him. He really wasn’t heavy, at all, and I had no problem hauling him outside to the Impala, but his small laugh followed by a groan of pain was totally worth it.

“Are you calling me fat, Freya? Now who’s not being very nice?”

“Can it, Winchester.” I said, helping him out of the house and down the steps, Dean and Rebecca right on our trail.

“Are they always like this?” She asked Dean.

“Worse.” He joked, laughing a little when I flipped him off over my shoulder.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“What is it?”

“Is she...” She began. “Is she like him?” I heard her ask him. She must have been talking about the shapeshifter.

“She’s nothing like him.” Dean all but growled out at her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean be offensive, she just... her eyes.”

“She’s not a monster, Rebecca. She’s special. She has such a beautiful soul, you have no idea.”

“If she has someone like you, defending her like this, I think I can kind of grasp the idea.” She said as we reached the Impala.

“I’m going to put you in the backseat, Sasquatch, so you can lay down, okay?” He nodded as Dean opened the door for me to lay him down. Once I got him situated, Dean opened the passenger door for me to slide in. He said something else to Rebecca, but I was too focused on Sam to listen in. Once he got in, he started the car and drove us back to the motel we stayed at last night. We got Sam in and on the bed, housekeeping thankfully had come in and changed the sheets while we were gone.

“Can you get the first aid kit?” I asked Dean as I got Sam’s shirt off, heading into the bathroom to get a towel and washrag to clean him up. One thing the boys didn’t know about me, is that I had studied nursing before I was homeless. I never because a certified nurse, but I knew my way around the medical field well enough. Dean brought in the first aid kit from the car, opening it and laying it on the bed next to me.

“What can I do to help?” He asked me.

“Take this,” I said, handing him the damp cloth. “Clean the blood off of his face. I need to see how bad those cuts on his eyebrow and lip are.” I told him. He didn’t question me, like I expected him to, just got straight to work. Sam had passed out on the bed, exhausted by the day's events as we worked, but the sting of the alcohol pads I used woke him up with a hiss. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m almost done.” I told him, pushing him back down onto the mattress. He stayed awake the rest of the time, idly chatting with Dean as I worked. I wasn’t paying attention to them, focused on the job in front of me. He ended up needing 2 stitches in his eyebrow, but his lip would be fine.

“Okay, all done.” I told him, clipping the last stitch.

“Where did you learn how to do all of this?” Sam asked.

“I studied nursing at Duke for a little bit before everything.” He seemed shocked at my words.

“Before...” He said, pausing and thinking to himself. “How did you get into Duke before you turned 18?” Dean had perked up at that, intently listening to our conversation now.

“I graduated high school at 15, got into Duke at 16, and then when everything happened when I turned 18, I couldn’t stay in school anymore.” I explained.

“Oh, so you’re like... smart, smart.” Sam said, chuckling to himself.

“Shut up, Mr. I got a 174 of my LSAT at Stanford.” I joked back.

“Nerds.” Came Dean’s voice, making both Sam and I laugh.

“You’re calling us nerds?” I asked him, disbelief coloring my tone. “You’re the one who compared the connection between you and Mr. Dead dude to a Vulcan Mind Meld.” Sam started laughing when Dean’s face turned red at my words.

“What else was I supposed to call it?” He asked with a scoff. Glaring at us, but there was nothing but amusement in his eyes.

“I don’t know, but calling us nerds after that...” I trailed off, joking with him, but he just lunged at me, pulling me into him and tickling me. “Get the fuck off me, you fucking neanderthal!” I yelled at him, scrambling away from his fingers, laughing so hard I was almost crying at that point. “Sam! Help me!” I cried, my pleas going ignored.

“You’re on your own, shortcake.” He laughed out. “I’m injured.”

“Assholes!” I laughed as Dean finally ceased his assault, kissing me on the forehead before he rolled off me, where we had fallen onto the floor.

“Time for bed, kids.” Dean said, getting up, pulling me with him.

“Kids?” I scoffed at him. “I’m like 2 years younger than you, and I’m older than the living tree, lying on our bed.” It didn’t even register to me what I had said as he raised an eyebrow at me.

“Our bed, huh?” He joked, making my cheeks heat up as I dropped my head.

“Oh god.... What did you guys do? Fuck you, I’m not sleeping here. Give me the fucking keys. You guys are gross.”

“Nothing happened, Sammy, calm down.” Dean told him.

“It’s too cold for you to sleep outside, Sam, lay your ass back down. You need to rest.”

“You take the other side, Princess, I’ll lay here.” He said, pointing to the floor right next to where he wanted me to lay.

“Are you sure?” I asked, I was more than okay with sleeping on the floor, but he just nodding, shushing me up with a kiss.

“I’m sure.”

“So, this is what you do?” Rebecca asked. We were at her house the next morning, getting ready to head out. “You and your brother, his girlfriend – you hunt down these kinds of things?” No one bothered to correct her and tell her I wasn’t his girlfriend.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“I can’t believe it. I mean, I saw it with my own eyes. And, I mean, does everybody at school – Nobody knows that you do this?”

“No.”

“Did Jessica know?” She asked him. I could feel the sadness coming off him at that question, but he kept his expression light.

“No, she didn’t.” He answered her.

“Must be lonely.”

“Oh, no. No, it’s not so bad.” He said, turning to glance back at us before turning back to her. “Anyway, what can I do? It’s my family.” She laughed at his words, but they made something warm wrap around my heart and settle in my chest.

“Well, you know, Zack and me, and everybody at school – we really miss you.” She said, reaching up to pull him into a hug.

“Yeah, me too.” He said, pulling away from her.

“Well, will you call sometime?” She asked.

“It might not be for a little while.” He told her. She nodded, waving to Dean and I. We both waved back at her as Sam joined us back at the car, walking around to the passenger side.

“So, what about your friend, Zack?” Dean asked.

“Cops are blaming this Dean Winchester guy for Emily’s murder.” He said, leaning his elbows against the roof of the car. “They found the murder weapon in the guy’s lair, Zack’s clothes stained with her blood. Now they’re thinking maybe the surveillance tape was tampered with. Yeah, Becca says Zack will be released soon.” He smiled at us before getting in the car. Dean winked at me as he opened my door for me before settling in the front seat, starting up the car and driving away. We had reached the outskirts of town before Dean spoke up again.

“Sorry, man.”

“About what?” Sam asked.

“I really wish things could be different, you know? I wish you could just be... Joe College.”

“No, that’s okay. You know, the truth is, even at Stanford, deep down, I never really fit in.”

“Well, that’s cause you’re a freak.” Dean said with a smirk.

“Yeah, thanks.” Sam said sarcastically.

“Well, I’m a freak too. I’m right there with you, all the way.” He said, making Sam laugh.

“Yeah, I know you are.”

“Freya is definitely a freak.” He said laughing a little.

“You wish...” I trailed off, winking at him in the rearview mirror, causing him to smirk at me.

“You know, I gotta say – I'm sorry I’m gonna miss it.”

“Miss what?”

“How many chances am I gonna have to see my own funeral?” He said flashing a smile at Sam.

“Fucking weirdo.” I mumbled with a small smile, just loud enough for him to hear, barking out a laugh as he pushed his foot down on the accelerator.

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