#sam gets back home late one night and dean freaks out like you know he's only after one thing men are DOGS and sam's like

[mpregspn]

not even dating, imagine if sam had a male friend. steve who he met jogging. normal human man (dean checked four times) who's also a bit of a nerd. he invites sam to go see some local emo band dean would absolutely hate. sam tells dean he'll be gone on friday and dean sets him a curfew and then stalks them anyway

[sastielsfandom]

The End of Hollandween

Here is a complete list and summary of all the fics I wrote; in order; during October:

Treats In The Making

Summary: Eileen and Sam decide they want to go over the top for Jack for Halloween. Unfortunately for them, going over the top is a lot of work.  

My Babysitter’s Kevin Freaking Solo

Summary: Kevin somehow gets roped into watching Garth’s twins and Jack. He blames Dean.

Dinner And A Show

Summary: Dean is showing Cassie one of his favorite movies while they eat takeout, but gets distracted by something much greater than a movie, Cassie. 

Blending In

Gabriel and Dean find themselves in a mug painting cafe much to Den’s dismay and all to Gabriel’s delight.

Jumping To Cloud Nine

Castiel and Meg find a trampoline and Dean makes it his problem. 

Guinea Pig

Sam wants to do something special for Castiel and decides to surprise him. 

3 And A Half Men

Dean, Adam, and Sam are handed a baby. 

The Phone May Ring, But It’s Not Being Picked Up

It’s not that Peter is avoiding Mr. Stark’s phone calls, it’s just he’s not trying to be lectured for certain things… Like turning off “important” parts of his suit. He knows what he’s doing. (To a degree.)

Fallen Deaf To His Ears

What do you do when you find out you can no longer hear anything around you? You torment your younger brother because you can no longer lose arguments. 

Sleeping Beauties

Exam season is hitting everyone hars, Sam’s not even an acquaintance with sleep anymore. They’re strangers. However, even through his foggy state he can focus on the important things like Jess. That alone had him running to get home.

Extracurricular Activities

Dean tricks Sam and Cas into wearing matching costumes and hopes to kick them out of the bunker for the night. Her plan did not go quite as she expected.

Lonely

Kenji and Darius know each other too well to believe each other’s lies but if they call each other out they’d have to confront their emotions and it’s late, who has time for that?

Keeping Up With Jack 

Everyone is being interviewed about their experiences with Jack. And everyone has interesting stories to tell.

No Escape

Sam can’t handle the forced detox, she knows her time is running out. But she’s not the only one and Castiel can’t sit back and watch any longer. 

Piling On

Superheroes aren’t born in a day, they don’t have all the right answers. Or decisions. Which is why Peter didn’t think too much about the consequences of falling asleep underneath rubble. 

Taking It As A Sign

Dean is a big supportive brother who needs to harp on his younger brother for signing, “Fuck you,” to a pretty girl despite signing all the time. Sam didn’t want to hear it but Dean makes sure he does.

Cat Like Instincts

Magda, Jack, and Elijah find a cat on a walk and decide to bring it home. Dean senses the kids are up to something and wants to prove it despite Sam and Castiel’s wishes not to. 

Morning Chaos

Jack is vlogging a typical morning of course chaos ensues. 

Something About Cars and Such

Dean believes Cas has an addiction to car washes, Castiel disagrees. They’re addicted to something, but it isn’t car washes, it’s something much sweeter and taller. 

Brought Together

A twist on there was only one bed, in fact there were two, but magic kept them from being able to be on different beds. 

Peter Did Not Have It In The Bag

Peter has the brilliant idea to dress up as Spider-Man for a Halloween party. It doesn’t pan out how Peter thought it was going to. 

Superheroes

Dean is rounding everyone up to go trick or treating; cracking jokes the entire time. He may have been the only one laughing, but at least someone was cracking up. 

We’re All In This Together

Dean is curious about Eileen’s Halloween costume and all Hell breaks loose after that. 

Oh How The Corruption Spreads

Castiel is reflecting on Sam’s fate, and needs to do something about it.

Treat or Treat

Dean is not a fan of Castiel and Sam’s version of trick or treat. And runs to Eileen for help. 

Cold Feet

Castiel is human and learning how to navigate their new life as one. Sam is very helpful, but there are some bits that are impossible for Castiel.

Humoring

Dean finds it very funny to throw the most crude jokes at Castiel to see their reaction, but seems to forget, Castiel has a sense of humor too. 

Quality Time Together

Dean misses his brother, but it’s not Sam or Adam. Castiel is a little shit about it though.

Confessions

Castiel goes to Dean for advice and questions the actuality of getting good advice.

Will You?

Castiel turns to Sam for help with the Empty, and is still surprised by Sam’s determination.

The Day We Met

Dean isn’t sure why the Hell Castiel likes Halloween so much until he finally just asks the angel. The answer isn’t all that surprising.

[bloodsalted]

soon as they are in the car and he's seated behind the wheel? the familiarity of home settles in. something reassuring to grip onto. focus on. let his mind hone in on the passing of dotted white lines on the left side of the car. a solid yellow on sam's. they could drive all night. not like he was going to get much sleep anyway. he doesn't like sleeping with sam close. not lately. doesn't say so. never would.

the sensation wriggling around his gut. no. deeper. is unsettling in a way that makes him turn his back to his brother and stare, empty eyed at the wall as passing cars light up their cheap hotel room through equally cheap curtains. least he trusts him enough to turn his back on him, right? that's saying something. normally... with the feeling that sam's stirring inside of him? dean wouldn't dare yield or make himself vulnerable to the cause.

part of him still TRUSTS whatever's left of his brother inside the hollow shell that got brought back from hell. a sliver maybe. but it's there. it's not gone. he'll hold onto it until there's nothing left to grip tight. he'll hold on like he's dangling off the edge of falling back into hell. that's how important this little something soft for sam inside of him is. he failed in so many ways. one tiny victory helps him keep a minute amount of his promise.. or so he lies to himself.

believes it when it matters.

it matters most of the time.

dean doesn't say a word. knows better. knows it's going to go nowhere and he's not sure how much more of nowhere his fucking chest can hold before the weight of it crushes him completely. where's CAS? he needs him. so far? his silent pleas have gone unanswered. maybe the next town over. maybe the next day. the angel will show up. help him fix this. cause he's not giving up hope on sammy. no matter how lost and how god damn convinced sam is that he's fine, better, the way he is. BULLSHIT barely touches the truth on that.

"if it's a portal.. you think we run a risk of getting sucked in? should, probably, figure out where the damn thing goes before we go rushin' in. last thing we need is to end up on another freaking planet or some shit." he breaks the silence with random thoughts about where they're going. which is a sign of something deeper. something he's avoiding. doesn't matter to sam, he knows. used to. not any more.

【༶•⛧┈♛】   ――――    Sam   watched   Dean's   hurried   movements,   the   way   his   brother's   hands   shook   slightly   as   he   packed.   He   recognized   the   nervous   energy,   the   desperation   to   be   on   the   move.   It   was   all   too   familiar.   ❝   Not   much   to   go   on   yet,   ❞   Sam   replied,   his   voice   deliberately   calm.   ❝   Just   reports   of   hikers   and   campers   going   missing.   No   bodies   found,   no   signs   of   struggle.   It's   like   they   vanished   into   thin   air.   ❞   He   began   gathering   his   own   belongings,   methodically   folding   clothes   and   organizing   weapons.   The   routine   felt   hollow   now,   a   performance   of   normalcy   he   no   longer   truly   felt.

❝   Could   be   anything,   ❞   He   continued.   ❝   Wendigo,   skinwalker,   hell,   even   a   portal   to   another   dimension.   We've   seen   weirder.   ❞   Sam   could   feel   Dean's   eyes   on   him,   searching   for   something   —   a   crack   in   the   facade,   perhaps,   or   a   glimpse   of   the   brother   he   used   to   know.   It   was   mildly   irritating   to   say   the   least.

Sam   tossed   his   duffel   bag   over   his   shoulder,   his   movements   fluid   and   efficient.   ❝   We'll   figure   it   out   when   we   get   there.   Always   do,   right   ?   ❞   He   forced   a   smile,   knowing   it   didn't   quite   reach   his   eyes.

As   they   headed   out   to   the   Impala,   Sam   felt   a   familiar   restlessness   creeping   in.   The   open   road   used   to   bring   a   sense   of   freedom,   of   possibility.   Now   it   felt   like   running   from   something   he   couldn't   name.   He   slid   into   the   passenger   seat,   the   leather   creaking   beneath   him,   and   stared   out   the   window   as   Dean   started   the   engine.   The   familiar   rumble   of   the   car   filled   the   silence   between   them.   Sam   could   practically   feel   the   tension   radiating   off   his   brother,   the   unasked   questions   hanging   in   the   air.   He   knew   Dean   was   waiting   for   him   to   crack,   to   finally   open   up   about   what   happened   in   the   pit.   But   Sam   had   no   intention   of   going   down   that   road.

He   knew   Dean   was   struggling,   trying   to   reconcile   the   Sam   he   remembered   with   the   one   who   had   returned.   But   Sam   couldn't   bring   himself   to   care,   not   really.   The   old   Sam   might   have   tried   to   bridge   that   gap,   to   reassure   his   brother.   This   Sam   ?   He   just   wanted   to   get   on   with   the   job.

As   they   pulled   onto   the   highway,   Sam   let   his   mind   wander   to   the   case   ahead.   The   missing   hikers,   the   unexplained   disappearances   —   it   was   all   just   another   puzzle   to   solve,   another   monster   to   hunt.   He   felt   a   cold   detachment   as   he   considered   the   possible   outcomes.   People   might   die.   They   might   save   some.   In   the   end,   it   didn't   really   matter.   The   world   kept   turning,   with   or   without   a   few   more   bodies   in   the   ground.

[holylulusworld]

A gentle scent

AFGO Square Filled: Alpha!Dean Winchester @afgomegaversebingo​

SPNABOBINGO Square Filled: First Rut @spnabobingo​

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 2,5 k

Summary: Dean needs an omega. There is only one place Sam can take him to.

Warnings: angst, language, first rut, late bloomer, dirty talk, cocky reader, needy Dean, Beta turns out to be alpha, true mates, smut, unprotected sex, quickie, implied knotting/claiming, light oral (fem rec), mentions of prostitution (kinda)

A/N: none

Rating: Explicit

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Four days earlier, …

“I’m telling you, man, I feel odd. I got this tingling in my crotch and, I hate to tell you so, but I can smell you, Sammy,” Dean grumbles, as he noses his way up to his brother’s back. “You reek like alpha and omega pussy. Did you do more than get information from that girl at the bar?”

“Dean, what the fuck!” Sam jumps back, growling as his brother’s eyes begin to glow. “Fuck, you look like an alpha, Dean.”

“That’s nonsense. I’m beta all my life. You know that” scrunching up his nose Dean takes a step away from his brother. “You should have a shower, is all. Big guy, big smell.”

“Dude, this is,” the younger brother huffs. “Let me check on you. You act like an alpha, Dean. Maybe you are a late bloomer?”

“Sammy, I’m thirty-two. No alpha presents at that age. This is nonsense. I bet that cute bartender gave me a cold or something. Damn, she was so freaking hot,” Dean croons. He frowns deeply, hating his brother snickers. “Fuck, what is wrong with me?”

“You just crooned, Dean,” Sam deadpans, as his brother points a finger at him. “Maybe the witch last month cursed you?”

“Now I’m cursed? First, you accuse me of turning into an alpha and now you are telling me a witch we ganked weeks ago cursed me?”

“Just saying, you act strange. You sniff at me, my clothes. Your room looks like you are waiting for an omega to step inside,” Dean grits his teeth as his brother mentioned the dirty clothes and food Dean hides in his room. “Dean, you made a nest on your bed. That’s an indication that you are close to going feral. You need an omega.”

“Fuck! No! I don’t want one…”

Now, ...

“A gentle scent,” Dean can barely stand. He leans against the wall next to a red door, panting heavily as he tries to fathom what’s going on with his body. “You’ve got to be kidding me, Sammy. You brought me to this pseudo cathouse. Dude, all of those girls spread their legs for any alpha in a rut. I don’t wanna have my first time with a prostitute.”

“You’ve got not much of a choice, Dean. None of the omegas at the bar wanted to go home with you, an inexperienced alpha. Brother, you are aggressive and deep in your rut. Hell, you almost attacked me,” Sam sighs deeply as his brother struggles to stay upright. “They know how to handle an alpha in a rut.”

“I don’t care, Sammy. Bring me back to the bunker. I’ll sit this out,” he gives his brother a weak smile. “It’s my first rut, right? It won’t kill me.”

“Hello, what?” you stop in your tracks when you find two alphas in the dark alley. You wonder what they are up to, hand creeping toward the hidden knife in your back pocket. “Can I help you, gentlemen?” 

“Oh, do you—” the taller one clears his throat, “ahem, are you working here, miss? My brother is deep in his first rut. He needs help.”

“Fuck, wait,” in a split-second, you move toward the sick alpha to press the back of your hand against his forehead. “He’s burning up. How old is he?”

“Sammy, don’t,” Dean huffs as you move your hands to his side to steady the sick alpha. “I can make it without a willing girl wanting to take knot for money.” The bastard smirks as you lean closer to sniff at him. “Smell something you like?”

“Dirt, booze, sweat, and desperation,” you retort, mirroring his smirk. “If you want to die, fine by me. But if you want to survive this night, follow me home.”

“Follow you home?” the alpha watches you hand Sam a piece of paper before you step away from the alpha in a rut. “Hey, where do you think you’re doing? You can’t just come here, sniff at me and leave.”

“I can and just did,” blowing Dean a kiss you walk off, swaying your hips. “Oh, and just you know. The club is closed for the time being. They had a vermin plague.”

“Vermin plague?” Sam asks. “Wait! My brother still needs help. We will pay you more than the usual price. Please.”

“Not interested. If he needs help, your brother should look for a rut motel. That’s more his style…”

“No. I won’t knock. That’s what she wants,” Dean’s legs are about to give in. His eyes glow and he grits his teeth as he catches your scent. “Fuck, she smells so good…too good.”

“Go there and knock at her door,” Sam grunts, pushing his brother toward your door. “Do you want to die? You’re too old to survive the first rut without an omega. That woman is your only hope. If she’s willing to help you. Call me if you need more money.”

“I hate her,” the alpha stubbornly replies. “I hate being a slave to my instinct. This is shit, Sammy. I want to go home and have some pie not lick a stranger’s pussy.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Sam points at the door. “Go in there and knot that omega. Give it to her good. Let your alpha take over.”

“Dude. That’s just gross,” scrunching up his nose Dean looks at his brother. “You can’t just tell me to have sex…”

“Hello there,” you lean in your doorframe to eye Dean up and down. “What can I do for you? You don’t look too good. It’s been another rough night, huh?”

“How much for knotting?” Dean pants heavily. He’s ready to just pounce on you and knot the life out of you. “Hurry up. Just tell me how much a night will cost me.”

“Aw, sweet alpha,” chuckling you pat Dean’s cheek. “All you had to do was ask nicely and come here. This is your first time, huh? How old are you, sweet cheeks?”

“Ask nicely?” he grumbles. “I’m dying in front of your door, sweetheart. Can I please come in and knot you for money? We can talk later.”

“No,” you coo.”

“No? But you said—” Dean gasp as you roughly cup his crotch to squeeze his painfully hard cock. “What?”

“Come in. Get out of your clothes, and give me that cock,” you fist his jacket roughly to drag him into your apartment. “I hope you’ve got a knot worth my time.”

He follows you inside like a puppy, purring and crooning as you unbutton your blouse on your way to the bedroom. “Nice home. How long do you live here?”

“Do you want to have a date or knot me, alpha?” he growls as you shimmy out of your skirt, smirking to yourself. “Come on. Be more vocal.”

“I wanna knot you,” Dean is on you before you reach your bedroom door. He’s pressing you against the wall, sniffing along your neck while his hands paw at your chest. “Give me that cunt. I want to fuck you, knot you, and mark you with my cum.”

“All you had to do was ask,” you repeat, chuckling as he kneels behind you to bury his nose in your cunt, inhaling deeply. “Go ahead, have a taste.”

“You’re going to be mine tonight. I’ll slide right into your slicked cunt and make you scream my name,” he grunts, teeth gathering your panties to drag them down your ass. “Sweetheart, you’re a dripping mess.”

“I have a thing for virgins, sweetie,” you press your pussy into his face mewling as he begins to lap at your pussy. “I never had an alpha who never knotted an omega before. Makes me all tingly.”

“What are you talking about, woman! I’m not a virgin.” he gets up from the ground, standing behind you, lips pressed to your ear. “This is all so frustrating.”

“Do you want to have fun now or not,” you twirl around to cup the back of his neck. “Yes or no.”

“I need you,” he whimpers as you move your other hand to his crotch to gently run it up and down his cock. “Please. This is—I never.”

“You need to knot me good, huh?” husking the words against his lips you give in to your needs. “I smelled you at that bar, but you were gone before I had the chance to have a taste of you.”

“You stalked me?” he easily lifts you off of your feet, smirking as you eagerly wrap your legs around his waistline to let him carry you into the bedroom. “Shit, you’re as needy as I am, ‘mega.” Dean mutters as you are busy grinding into him. “Don’t slick my pants.”

“Get out of your fucking clothes then and give me that knot,” it’s your turn to tug at his clothes, growling as he struggles to place you on the bed. “Now!”

“Lemme just…fuck!” you tug at each other’s clothing, tear the fabric off of your bodies to feel your skin pressed against his. “Shit, I wanna knot you so bad. Let me just get out of those fucking pants.”

He struggles to get his pants down, muttering and cursing under his breath while you already shimmy out of your panties and drop your bra to the ground. “Hurry up or I’ll start without you, alpha.”

You crook your finger, lure the alpha. “Fuck don’t do this. I-I can’t tame that beast inside of me. Damn, does an alpha feel like this close to an omega all the time,” he all but growls. Dean can barely think straight as he crawls between your spread legs. “Usually, I’ll take my time but I’m about to cum all over you.”

“Alpha, stop wasting more time,” you grasp for him, trying to drag the heavy alpha on top of you. He yelps as you move your hand to his cock to stroke him. “I need you inside of me.”

“You need me, sweetheart,” he grins down at you, forgetting that his alpha wants to take over, consume Dean’s mind and just live for his instinct. He wants to breed, knot and claim. “Mine, fucking mine.”

“What? Hey! Oh, fuck me,” your hands fly to his ass as he lines himself up, thrusting hard the moment the tip finds its goal. “Shit. Condom.”

“No time, ‘mega. Need to breed this cunt,” a throaty purr leaves Dean’s lips. He nuzzles his face in your neck, already moving before you get the chance to respond. “Your womb is going to be a warm place for my pups.” 

“I don’t even know your name,” you’re a panting mess. “We should not plan to have pups, dude. Hurry up and make me cum.”

“You’re a demanding little omega,” he grunts in your neck. His lips ghost over your mating gland and you fear, he’s too lost in his instinct to stop himself from doing something stupid.

“Fuck me like an alpha. I deserve to get fucked well and rutted into. Now move your ass and make me cum,” you demand. “Harder. Faster.”

“Shit…omega. I’m gonna break ya if you don’t stop talking like this,” he rocks his hips faster, groaning as he feels his balls tightening. “I wanna knot this cunt and make you mine. I can’t hold it for much longer. You feel too good.”

“I-I’m close, please…” you fall faster than expected. It’s too late to stop Dean from coming inside when you feel the knot in your belly burst open. “Fuck…that was fast.”

“You are telling me…”

“Fuck, how’d I end up here,” he groans in your neck. “Oh, hello there…” Dean lifts his head to look at you lying underneath him, still sore from last night’s activities.

“Little puppy followed me home and wanted to knot me,” you push against his shoulders. “Get off me, you’re heavy. My legs are cramping, and I don’t feel my ass.”

“Little puppy…knot…oh…yeah,” Dean grins now, remembering the last night. “You begged me for more if I recall right.” 

“I told you to get off me,” Dean doesn’t move an inch. He stays on top of you, grinning. “What?”

“You’re bossy, sweetheart. Last night you begged me to fuck you harder. Now you act as if you didn’t want my knot,” he finally rolls off you, groaning deeply. “Damn, being alpha is exhausting.”

“You really are a virgin,” you yawn as you lazily stretch your sore body. “You were still going at it after I passed out on you.” you hiss, feeling pain shoot through your neck. “WHAT THE FUCK!” you freeze when you move your hand to your neck.

“Huh? What’s wrong? Do you need more?” he jolts up on the bed to look at your naked body, smirking lazily. “I can go for another round, though.”

“Did you—did you bite me last night?” Dean struggles to take his eyes off your naked chest, humming as you grab his hand to press his fingers to the mark he left on your neck. “UH, a love bite. Is all. No worries.”

“No worries, asshat?” you punch his nose. “You fucker claimed me. That’s a permanent mark. Holy fuck! I don’t even know your name.”

“Name’s Dean,” clearing his throat Dean glances at the mark he left. “Can’t we undo this?” you gape at him, mouth hanging open at his stupid question. “I guess not…”

“No, we can’t undo this, you fucker! A claiming mark is permanent. We mated and now you,” falling back on your bed you groan deeply. “This wasn’t how I wanted to spend my week off. Fuck!”

“Week off?” he curiously watches you slam your fists into the mattress. “Sweetheart, are you on a vacation? I thought this is your apartment.”

“I kinda borrowed it…” you roll to your side. “I’m just rolling through town and…ya know. I was looking for fun and then I scented you.”

“Rolling through town,” he repeats your words. This time Dean sits a little straighter to look you up and down, smirking as his eyes land on a small, well-hidden anti-possession tattoo at your left inner thigh. “You’re a hunter.”

“And?” 

“I’m a hunter too,” Dean huffs as you turn to pick your clothes up.

“I got that, idiot. The tattoo, your strength, the scars. I was horny, not stupid last night,” he chuckles at your comment. “What do you want to do now, genius. You just claimed me.”

“We could try to do it again…I mean the sex was good and I slowly get used to having a knot,” as you look over your shoulder Dean gives you puppy dog eyes. “There’s still a lot I do not understand.”

“Aw, my sweet innocent puppy wants me to teach him everything about his knot,” you coo. “Come here, sweet puppy. I’ll tell you about the bees and flowers…”

“Wait. What is she doing here?” Sam watches you toss your bags into the trunk of the Impala. “Dean, I said you shall knot her not bring her home.”

“I kinda claimed her, okay. Now shut up Sammy and let me bring my omega home…” Dean opens the door to the passenger seat for you, humming to himself as you pat his cheek. 

“Thank you,” pecking his lips you smirk against him. “Sweet puppy…”

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[mersuperwholocked-lowlife]

Could you write a Dean Winchester x Non-Binary child coming out/comfort fic? I came out as bi in 2017 and knowing that Dean is canonically bi makes me happy. He’s been my comfort character for almost 5 years now and with everything that’s been going on lately, I just need a comfort fic right now

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hello! thanks for requesting! i tried my best and hope it works out! whatever is going on in your life, it will get better, and i love you, i see you, i appreciate you, i'm here for you ❤���

also misgendering people doesn't make you cool, doesn't make you funny or popular, it makes you ignorant. it makes you stupid.

(gifs are hard to find omg)

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Your arms were wrapped around yourself, keeping your tears at bay as you sat in the middle of your bed. The lights were off, it was nearly pitch-black, the only light shone from a small, dying night light your father had given you when you were 5. He said it was to scare the monsters away.

Dean wasn't home, or so you thought. Sam was out, it was silent in the bunker.

Days at school weren't easy, living in a small town in Kansas was especially difficult. No one here understood the definition of non-binary, no one cared to learn. Your days were filled with anyone and everyone misgendering you, calling it a phase, calling you crazy.

Not only were you the crazy non-binary whatever, but now you've become the freak who likes both and all genders. Not that you told Dean yet, unsure of how he'd react.

You'd known your dad was bisexual for years, but you didn't know how he'd feel about it, especially right after you had just come out as non-binary.

The bunker was your safe space, Sam and Dean always showed love to you, no matter what.

"Knock knock," Dean opened your door slowly, as your head shot up.

"Hey, Dad," your voice was barely above a whisper, as Dean made his way next to you on your bed.

"Tough day?" he asked softly.

You nodded before you rested your head on his shoulder.

"Everyone at school bullies and misgenders me," you felt Dean tense up, frowning.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" he wiped the tears off your cheek, stroking it before making eye contact with you.

"I don't know... I didn't want you to be disappointed in me, I know it's dumb," you sniffled.

"You know I can never be disappointed in you, right?"

"I know, it's... you and Sammy always go through all this trouble to make me feel safe, and loved. I can't even defend myself against these people at school, what does that say about me?" more tears were visible in your eyes as Dean pressed his lips to your forehead.

He stroked the back of your head, holding you tightly.

"All this says about you is that you're kind, and you're a good person. Better than those sons of bitches at school. I will always love you, no matter what pronouns you use, who you identify as, anything. As your father, it is my job to always love, protect, and accept you for you," you held back a sob, as he continued holding you, rocking you softly.

"I think I'm bisexual," you cried.

"And I still love you as much as I did before," he replied.

You let out a soft cry, as Dean stroked your cheeks, looking back into your eyes.

"What do you think about homeschooling?" he asked.

"Won't it be complicated? With hunting, and-"

"We have a Sam Winchester across the hall, we have a Kevin Tran on speed dial. I think you'll be okay. What do you say?" you could see a small smile grow on his face.

"It's the middle of the year," you said again.

"Who cares anyways? If you want to stick by hunting still-" he paused for a second, while you nodded softly.

You still wanted to be like your dad.

"Then who cares about whatever the fuck Pythagorean theorem is?" you laughed softly, wiping away your tears before sniffling.

"Thank you, Dad," you said softly.

"Anytime, kiddo. Now what do you say we go bully Sammy?" you nodded, as he pulled you up, running out of your room, with you close behind.

[adhdeancas]

For the Saileen wedding festivities...

Cas and Dean are lying quietly in bed, settling in for the night early because (they’re old) they have to wake up early in the morning. More wedding stuff to be done, and Garth is coming over to start making centerpieces. It’s almost comical how quickly their lives turned around from fighting God from an underground bunker to arguing with a florist over the price of chrysanthemums (too damn much; Cas won that fight though). 

Cas snuggles closer, his head nudging under Dean’s chin, and sighs. “Oh, Sam asked me to be his best man today.” he says sleepily, trailing a finger up Dean’s softly padded ribs. 

“What?”

“Sam asked me to be his best man,” Cas repeats, confused, because he recognizes a less than positive tone in his husband’s voice. “For his wedding?”

Dean sits up suddenly and looks at him. “What? My brother asked you to be his best man? What the fuck?”

Cas squints at him. “Sam and I are very close friends, Dean. I don’t think it’s that extraordinary.”

Dean has a hand on his hip. This is not going well. “And what am I, huh? Chopped liver?” Cas opens his mouth to reply but Dean holds a hand up. “Don’t answer that. I’m his fucking brother, we’ve literally been to hell and back-” another more insistent hand up to hold against Cas’s interjection which was most certainly going to point out that he and Sam had also been to hell and back together. “Oh fuck no,” he climbs out of bed, already pulling on his pajama pants where he discarded them before getting in bed. 

“Dean, where are you going?”

“To talk to my brother.”

“Dean, it’s late and-”

“Cas, I’m going to talk to my brother. This is bullshit. You’re the one who’s always saying I should talk more, well,” Dean throws his hands up, and he would look adorable if he weren’t so angry, with his rucked up hair and pajama set and wild eyes. No, scratch that, he does look adorable. 

Cas rolls his eyes and gives up. “Okay, well, drive safely.”

Dean waves him off, already halfway out the door. 

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Sam is not expecting any visitors. 

He’s halfway down into his place next to Eileen on the couch, ready for his first ever viewing of The Exorcist (it hit too close to home growing up, but he and Eileen are working on picking up on the shit they missed out on because of hunting), when he hears someone pounding on the door like there’s been a murder. 

Given the fact that any of his friends and family members would be much calmer if there’d been a murder, he can assume it’s not that. Given the fact that they have a perfectly functioning doorbell six inches from their doorknob, Sam can guess who it is.

“Coming!” Sam rolls his eyes and turns to give Eileen an apologetic glance. 

One second - Dean’s at the door. He signs and leans in for a peck. She pulls him into a kiss that really should not happen right before he opens the door to his brother, but he’s not complaining when he pulls away after a few seconds. 

Hurry back. There is a devilish glint in her eyes that Sam recognizes.

Yes, ma’am. 

Sam leaves his fiancée with a scrunched up nose at being called ma’am and pulls open the front door. Dean freezes midair with his fist raised, halfway through another thudding knock. “What the fuck,”

Sam and Dean had made a deal after the first month post-chuck, and that deal included no non-emergency unplanned drop-ins after 8:00. Dean had agreed to it only after they both installed Life360 on their phones and got automated (and supernaturally modified) alarm systems for both their houses. So this was a breach. 

“You asked Cas to be your best man?”

Sam sighs. He should’ve known his brother would freak out over this. “Yeah, we’re-”

“I thought we were good, Sammy! I mean I know I was a little uptight at first, with the moving out and the figuring stuff with Cas out and all that, but I thought we figured that out! We did the boundaries and that shit, Sammy you took me to fucking couples’ therapy!”

“It wasn’t couples’ therapy, it was group therapy, and it was for both-”

“I don’t give a shit! And then you ask my husband to be your best man instead of me? Your own damn brother?”

Sam blinks. “Dean.”

“What? You got a problem, you come talk to me about it! Isn’t that what we fucking decided?”

“Dean, listen,”

“No, it’s bullshit!”

Sam sighs and closes the door behind them, backing Dean up onto the porch. The cool spring made him hug his arms close to his chest. If Sam didn’t know better, he’d say Dean was shivering, but he did know better, so he knew his brother was shaking. And that meant that he was actually really fucking nervous about this. Shit. “Dean, I didn’t ask you to be my best man because I want you to give me away.”

Dean blanches. There’s a beat of silence where they both just look at each other. “What?”

Sam shrugs, feeling weird about saying it now. “Yeah, well, Eileen said that walking down the aisle at the end made her feel like she was an animal at a circus, so we decided I would.” He pauses, sure Dean’s about to make fun of him for another gender non-conforming move at his wedding, but he’s still too shell-shocked to be a smart ass, apparently. “And generally, the person who walks down last has someone give them away…”

“Yeah, like their dad.”

Sam raises his eyebrows. “Yeah, I don’t think Dad and I are really there… yet.” Or that they ever will be, but there’s no need to go into that now. Dean always gets this constipated look on his face when they talk about John. “Besides, I kinda want the person to give me away to be the guy that raised me, so…” he shrugs again. “I want you to do it.”

Dean has gone completely silent and he’s staring up at Sam either like he kicked his puppy or he’s just named himself the Pope. 

“Uh, Dean?” He waves a hand in front of his face. “You in there? Breathe.”

Dean frowns at him but obeys and takes a deep, shuddering breath. “You want me to walk you down the aisle?” he whispers hoarsely. 

Sam laughs, recognizing his face for the I’m-trying-not-to-break-down-crying face now. “Yeah, man. You’re my big brother. Of course I want you in my wedding. I just… I want you to be in the right place.”

It takes another few seconds of staring, but then Dean breaks into a wide grin and pulls him into a bone-crushing hug. “Fuck, Sammy, of course I’ll give you away, you fucking princess,”

Sam barks out a breathless laugh, not even sure if Dean’s trying to insult him anymore with the pet-name. “Great.”

Dean pulls back. “Does this mean I don’t get to make a best man speech? Because I’ve already got half my jokes planned.”

Sam grins. “Unfortunately, you can still make a speech. Just keep the sex jokes to a minimum, okay?”

Dean chuckles. “That ain’t your call, Sammy. Eileen’s gonna love it.”

“Shit, so it’s gonna be really bad.” Dean winks at him. He’s gonna need to make sure he drinks before that speech. “Alright, now can you get off my fucking porch? I love you and all but you’re ruining date night.”

Dean rolls his eyes and pats him on the shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, old man, go and enjoy your boring old stay-in date night like the nursing home patient you are.”

Sam fixes him with a bitchface. “You act like I don’t know you’re about to go crawl into bed with your husband and go to sleep just so you can wake up early and do the crossword before Garth gets there.”

Dean freezes only a second, but Sam wins. “Shut up.” he says quickly, finally retreating back to where the Impala’s parked on the street. “Tell Eileen hi for me!” he adds excitedly. 

Sam grins and waves. It’s only when he’s going back inside to Eileen that it hits him how fucking lucky he is, to have a brother who cares so much and a family all around him like this. The love of his life sitting on her phone with a bowl of popcorn and m&ms in her lap waiting for him. He sits back down on the couch and signs Sorry about that - wedding stuff to Eileen. 

She rolls her eyes. He freaking out again? 

Always.

Such a brother-of-the-groom-zilla. 

Sam laughs and grabs a handful of popcorn, signing again once he’s stuffed it in his mouth. Ready to make demons fun again? 

Eileen nods, grinning. No talking about how you would hunt the monster better this time. 

Sam scoffs. Like you won’t. 

Eileen laughs and presses play.

[tweedlydumbtweedlydoo]

the Original Vampire | Elijah Mikaelson x Winchester!reader

Requested by @nalledimessi​ / Summary: You finally tell the truth to your supernatural killing brothers; you’re dating the Original vampire Elijah Mikaelson. 

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“What is your story?” Elijah asked as his fingers ran up and down your arm. You were laying on his chest between the sheets of his bed. 

You hummed as you stared up to him with a soft smile, your index finger caressing his cheek, “If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” You whispered against his lips. 

He chuckles, pulling you closer against his chest, “That’s such a cliche.” 

You sat up next him, holding the sheet against your chest, “If I did tell you, you’d never forgive me.. You wouldn’t look at me the same.” 

He furrows his eyebrows as he stares at you, “It can’t be that bad.” He sits up and leans back against the headboard and reaches for your hand, but you pull away, tears already forming. 

“I should go.” 

Elijah is confused with the change of emotion in you. The two of you had been dating for close to three months now. He’d met you in a bar located in the French Quarter and the two of you had been inseparable since. 

You hated lying to him like this. You knew his secret; He was a vampire, an original vampire. The same one you and your brothers were hunting at the moment. You, Dean and Sam had drove down to New Orleans after hearing word vampires were taking over the French Quarter. So far during the two months, you’d killed 2 vampires and were no closer to killing the original vampires. Thanks to you. You’d kept your brothers away this long, sending them in the opposite direction. 

You were really going to kill Elijah that night you met him. That was your plan but he’d shown you a side of him, the good side that you couldn’t believe he was this evil vampire everyone spoke about. 

“You don’t have to go so soon.” He reaches for your arm, stopping you, “What is bothering you?” 

You shook your head, slipping your arm from his grasp, “It’d be better to be kept a secret.” You gave him a begging look, “Please just let this go.” 

He gives you a nod and waves his hand toward the door, “Then go.” 

You silently thanked him and hurried to get dressed.

“Will you still come to the party this evening? You are my date.” He asks, getting dressed himself. 

Shit. You’d completely forgot about the party tonight. You wondered if you could get passed your brothers tonight to attend. “Yes, I’ll be there.” 

Elijah came to your side after you’d completely dressed and put his hand on your cheek, “You can tell me anything.” 

“Not this.” 

~ 

“Where the hell have you been?” Dean stood from his seat at the table, anger written all over his face. 

You shrugged him off, tossing your jacket on the bed, “I was following a lead.” 

“We were worried sick.” Sam closes his laptop in front of him, “We tried calling and you didn’t answer.” 

“Sorry.” You mumble, sitting on the bed to slip your shoes off, “Phone died.” 

“Well, we got a good lead.” Dean tosses the paper next to you, “Hope you brought a fancy dress with you.” 

You picked up the piece of paper and read it over. 

“Cause we’re going to a party tonight.” Dean smirks. 

It was a poster for the same party you’d be attending tonight with Elijah. The same party that the Mikaelson’s were throwing at their home. Oh this wasn’t good at all. 

“Go get ready. We leave in an hour.” Sam orders. 

“We can’t go to this party.” You stand and look between the both of them, “We’d be walking straight to our death.” There would be multiple vampires there, you just knew it. 

Dean waves you off, “I think we’ll be fine.” 

“No, I don’t think you guys understand.” 

They have a look of confusion on their face, “Please. Elaborate.” 

“Yes please, elaborate, little sister.” Dean huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Never mind.” You shook your head, “forget I said anything.” You head for the bathroom but Sam stops you, “Is there something you know that we dont?”

You shook your head, “No.” 

“You wouldn’t lie to us, would you?” Dean asks, skeptical. 

“Fuck you, Dean.” Looking between the two, “I’m going to get ready.” 

~ 

Sam and Dean made sure you were packing heat underneath your dress. Mostly wooden bullet filled guns and a couple wooden stakes in case you were to run into a vampire. How were you supposed to walk in there and not be spotted by Elijah? it was his family’s party and he’d be expecting you, looking for you in the crowd. 

You knew as soon as Sam and Dean laid eyes on one of the Mikaelson’s, they’d be dead. Oh god, what did you get yourself into? 

You followed behind the two brothers, sick to your stomach. You just had a feeling this night wouldn’t end well. “Should we get a drink first?” You suggested. 

Dean nods, “I could use a drink.” He lead the two of you toward the bar and was preoccupied by ordering, giving you time to look over the place. You spotted him instantly at the balcony above the courtyard. He hadn’t noticed you just yet. 

“Going to find a bathroom.” you said to Sam, who gave a nod, “Be careful.” His attention was then back toward the bar.

You quickly slipped through the crowd, looking back up where you’d spotted Elijah. He was already looking down at you with a smile. You returned the smile and headed up the stairs toward him. 

“You look stunning.” He compliments, leaning in for a kiss, but you’ve grabbed his arm and lead him toward his bedroom, “This morning wasn’t enough for you?” 

“We need to talk.” You quickly turned around to shut the french doors behind you. “I don’t have time but you and your family are in trouble.” 

“In trouble? What the hell is going on?” 

You glanced back at the door, Sam and Dean would be looking for you soon, “Elijah..” 

“Tell me why my family is in trouble.” He growled, becoming protective of his family and taking a step toward you. 

“I’m not who you think I am.” 

“Then tell me who you are.” He didn’t know if he could harm you if it came down to it. His heart was yours and the thought of harming you in anyway, made him sick. “I told you earlier, you can tell me anything, my love.” He gently caresses your cheek with his knuckles, “Who are you?” 

Your eyes became glossy as you stared up at him, “We.. me and my brothers are hunters. We hunt the supernatural and we got word of vampires taking over the French Quarter. The night we met, I was going to kill you but you showed such.. such a different side of what I thought vampires were. You showed me compassion and kindness.” You let out a soft sob, “I fell for you, Elijah and I couldn’t do it. I’ve tried to push them in the opposite direction from you and your family, but they saw the poster and they’re here.” 

He couldn’t help but grow angry at what you’d just told him. You lied to him, betrayed him. “you lied to me.” He took a step away from you. 

“Elijah please.. I wanted to tell you.” You begged, “I wanted to tell you so many times but I just didn’t know how.” 

“You betrayed me. Me and my family. We opened our home to you! We trusted you.” 

“Elijah, please. You have to know keeping you and your family safe was my main priority. I’ve kept them in the opposite direction so they wouldn’t find you. I’ve been feeding them the wrong information for weeks.” 

“Why not tell me the truth? Why lie to me?” 

“Because if you knew the truth you would have killed them.. or killed me. I couldn’t risk my family getting hurt either. But I wanted to protect both your family and mine.”

“So they are here now to kill my family? You brought them here?” 

You shook your head, “I would never. They saw the posters Rebekah put up this morning about the party.” 

“I wish you would have told me the truth sooner.” Pulling out the phone he starts to dial Klaus’ number to warn him. 

“Elijah I’m so sorry.” You let out a soft sob and hung your head. 

“Shh shh..” He gathers you in his free arm. He could see the hurt on your face and deep down he knew if you’d wanted to kill him, you’d done it already. “It’s alright.” He kisses the top of your head. 

“Niklaus-” He started but was interrupted as Sam and Dean bursted into the room, guns drawn, “get away from her!” 

Elijah went into protective mode, pushing your body behind is. 

“No-” You tried to interject, but it was too late. Sam pulled the trigger and the wooden bullet went straight through Elijah’s heart. You watched as he landed on his back with a thump, his body going grey with death.  

“No!” You cried out, “No! What did you do?!” You dropped to your knees next to Elijah, “No No no..” You gripped his hand in yours, laying your head on his chest and sobbed. This is what you’d tried to protect him from but you’d failed. You failed him. 

“Get away from him, y/n!” Dean ordered. 

“What the hell are you doing!” Sam went to grab you by the arms but you shook him off, falling back at Elijah’s side, “You killed him!” 

“Yeah I did!” Sam yells back, “That was the damn plan!” 

“What the hell is your problem?” Dean asks, reaching for you. 

“Don’t fucking touch me!” Your hands gripped Elijah’s shirt, your head going to his chest, “I’m so sorry.. I’m so sorry Elijah.” 

Dean and Sam had no idea what was going on and were confused with your outburst. Why were you crying over this mans, not man but vampire’s body? You’d think they’d killed the love of your life. 

“Oh my god.” Sam is the first to realize it, but Dean lags behind, “What?” 

Elijah gasps as he comes back to life, your name the first thing on his lips, “y/n” 

Your hands went to his face as the grey disappeared, “oh Elijah.. what is.. you’re alive?” Your hand went to his heart. The wound was still opened. 

He growls in pain as he pulls the bullet from his chest, examining it, “It’s not white oak.” Tossing it away from him, the wound healing, “You can’t kill an original vampire without white oak.” 

Sam and Dean are flabbergasted, that was not in any of their books. “You’re alive.” You sobbed, wrapping your arms around him, “I thought I lost you.” 

“Shh.. it’s alright my love.” He wipes a tear from your cheek, “I’m alright.” 

“What in the hell is going on?” Dean is still not caught up. 

“You’ve been screwing with our investigation this whole time, haven’t you?” Sam asked as he put the gun back in his holster, “Leading us in the wrong direction?” 

Elijah slowly pulled himself off the ground and helped you to your feet, “I love him, Sam.” 

“you gotta be fucking kidding me.” Dean growls, “you in love with a vampire?!” 

You flinched at his outburst. Elijah’s arm protectively wraps around you, “He’s been nothing but compassionate and kind.. He’s not like the stories dad would tell you. He’s a good man and yeah I love him.” 

Dean starts toward you but Sam grabs him by the shoulder, “Don’t Dean.” 

“You’re not on her side.” Dean looks at Sam in disbelief, “You can’t be okay with our little sister being in love with a vampire!” 

“She loves him, Dean, what the hell are we supposed to do?! We kill him, she’d never forgive us.” Sam looks at Elijah, “You love her?” 

Elijah looks down at you with such admiration and wipes a stray tear from your cheek, “With everything I have.” 

Sam takes a step toward Elijah, giving him a warning point of his finger, “If.. If one hair on her head is ever injured because of you, mark my words, the next bullet that goes through you will not be wood. It will be white oak.” 

Dean can’t believe his eyes. His little sister in love with an original vampire and his brother just going along with it. Saying it’s okay. Deep down he knew Sam was right; if they were to kill him, you’d never forgive them and they would lose another family member. You and Sam were all Dean had left and he couldn’t lose either of you. He steps up beside Sam, “That warning comes from me too.” That was his way of giving you his approval. 

Stepping away you gather Dean in a hug. His body stiffens at the affection but he returns the hug, “Thank you.” 

“I’ll kill him y/n. I’ll kill him if he hurts you.” He whispers to you. 

You nodded, “I know.” You give him a soft smile and then turn to Sam, giving him a hug. 

“We’re going to head back to Kansas. I assume you’re staying here?” Sam asks. 

You nod and return to Elijah’s side, “I’m staying here.” 

Elijah holds his hand out toward Sam, “If you two ever need help on a hunt, I’m willing to lend a hand.” 

“We won’t need it.” Dean grumbles as Sam shakes his hand and thanks him for the offer. 

Dean doesn’t shake his hand right away and Sam nudges him, “Fine, whatever.” He huffs with a shake of Elijah’s hand. 

Sam and Dean returned to Kansas to find another case while you stayed with Elijah in New Orleans. It felt like a cloud had been lifted from your shoulders. No more lying to Elijah or your brothers; Everything was out in the open and you’d had their approval which made it even better. 

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Blood

Summary: The reader finds out Sam is drinking demon blood again and is not happy. In an attempt to get him to come along without a fight, she decides to let him be with her one last time before his detox begins...

Pairing: Demon Blood!Sam x reader

Square: Demon Blood!Sam

Word Count: 701

Warnings: mature (language, rough m/f sex, demon blood addiction)

A/N: Written for @spnkinkbingo​

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“Sam,” you breathed out, pinned against the bed of the motel you were staying at for the night. “Sam I’m still mad at you.”

“I know,” said Sam. He bit your neck and you shuddered. 

“Sam stop,” you said. “I’m not in the mood.”

“I am sorry I went on that demon hunt by myself. Happy?”

“You’re not sorry. You’ve been such a dick lately,” you said. He pouted but quickly kissed you, a faint whiff of metal taste hitting you. You pulled back and sighed. “Sam, you’re hurt. You taste like blood.”

“I’m fine,” he said. “Trust me.”

“Sam,” you said. It took a moment to put it together. Blood. Demon hunt he ditched you and Dean for. You sat up and whacked his chest. “Are you high on freaking demon blood right now!”

“I need it,” he said.

“No. No you do not need it. It’s so many levels of wrong,” you said. Sam dropped his head to your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your back. “We can fix this. We’ll detox you right this time.”

“Okay,” he said softly. He nipped your shoulder and nuzzled into your neck. “Please. Let me. Please. I’m so...it’s going through my right now and I need to get it out. Please. One last good thing before I get thrown in a hole for a week.”

“...Fine but make it quick,” you said.

“Quick and rough. I can do that,” he said. “Very, very, quickly.”

“It doesn’t need to be-“ you said, Sam pinning you back on the bed. You yelped when Sam yanked down your leggings and underwear. He lined himself up with you and thrust in fast and hard. It almost hurt but you were wet enough and you weren’t about to stop him. When Sam got in a certain mood things got fun. On demon blood?

That was very, very fun.

“Baby hold on,” he said. He put his palms under your ass and picked you up, standing with you. You kicked off one leg of your leggings so you could wrap them around your waist. He pushed you back against the nearest wall, nearly slamming you into it.

He hiked you up and rut upwards, nailing your g-spot. Your bottom lip quivered and he bit at it, tugging and pulling while thrusting over and over. He grunted and hot wetness filled you up. He started to slow and he rubbed your clit fast, pushing you into a sharp orgasm. He took a few deep breaths and pulled out, carrying you into the bathroom. 

“Sam,” you said, catching his arm when he set you down and started to leave. “Stay.”

“I’ll have to take a pass,” he said. “I’m not going through detox again.”

“It didn’t work because we let you out too early last time,” you said. “This time will be different.”

“Y/N,” he said. He washed himself off and you took the opportunity to take care of yourself. 

“Don’t go,” you said quietly. 

“Don’t try to change me and I will.”

“Alright,” you said. He nodded and you took off the last of your leggings and underwear, leaving them in the bathroom. You exited to the room and went to your bag, taking out a new pair. “Hey Sam? Toss me my dirty stuff?”

“Here,” he said, throwing it over to you. You pulled on the fresh pair and he walked over while you put them away. “We going home now?”

“Yeah,” you said. “If that’s okay.”

“Yeah, let’s go,” he said. You waited until he went past and took out the syringe from your bag. 

“Sam?” you asked. He turned around and you stabbed him with it, Sam hitting the ground. You opened the door to the room and stuck your head out, Dean getting out of Baby. “He’s down.”

“Good. Now put on some pants and help me get the lug in the dungeon before he wakes the hell up.”

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[samdyke]

top 5 scenes/episodes/arcs that deserved horriblebreakdownnatural go!

OKAY MICKEY I DID THINK ABT THIS A LOT and these are Not in any particular order but i have thoughts SO (below the cut bc its long)

1. sometime in s2 (after having met max for sure like seeing his powers be used for something violent & learning he also has psychokinetic abilities) sam shouldve had a full meltdown about his powers this is a PRIVATE MELTDOWN he goes to the woods or smth in the middle of the night and just loses it. full screaming at the sky “what the FUCK is HAPPENING TO ME” yes his psychic abilities would act up during this display and he would cause like. a crop circle or knock over trees and that would freak him out even more so hes like crying and trying to calm down because he’s terrified of what will happen if he Doesnt calm himself down. there’s a lot of choking down tears here because he just wants to be fucking normal, he tried so hard, and he has no idea what the hell is inside of him. he slips back into the motel before sunrise and dean never finds out about this one. like this post was Correct

2. okay this is SIMILAR but not the same hear me out. PRE swan song, as in the night between dean agreeing that sam can say yes and try to fling himself into the pit and it actually happening, sam shouldve been able to fully lose it. because holy fuck???? what the goddamn fuck is this? this breakdown potentially all happens at bobby’s house once again alone - he goes out to the scrapyard and looks up at the sky and prays to god to help him, asks why this is happening to him, why god wont do anything. please. please. there is, of course, no answer. this is sam’s last night as sam, and if things go well he’ll spend the rest of eternity locked in hell with lucifer; i think he’s entitled to a little screaming and crying and desperation

3. i gotta say like. fitz was right on the money with a post soul-fixed sam dean having a complete and utter meltdown like this. its just like......sam couldnt process for so long and dean was absolutely repressing everything for the year he lived with lisa and ben and to truthfully recognize what sam went through and everything.....horriblebreakdownatural MUST include both of them having a very late night hazy crying fit because once DEAN starts crying about how he never shouldve done it he shouldve said yes to michael or found another way sammy oh god you were so good im ao sorry you did it but i shouldve protected you i shouldve protected you then sam would also cry i think. they need this. its catharsis

4. i personally think dean should have had a breakdown after learning that mary was a hunter. not then and there in the past because goddamn no time (hah), but there’s no fucking way he would’ve been able to cope with thee mother mary, angelic perfect figment of comfort and home, the pure martyr for whom his entire life was ruined, was actually. a killer. a hunter. and she hated it. i think maybe he would be telling sam about it and it would hit suddenly and he would just feel sick, this is the kind of breakdown where you’re throwing up bile and you cant catch your breath and maybe youre crying?? but thats not the point its the absolute crushing weight and sickness when you learn that someyhing in your life has irrevocably changed in the worst way

5. cry harder repression boy: i want that tearful horrible painful breakdown from dean that we were all waiting for after despair. when he processes what cas said? and what that MEANS? oh i wanted the full breakdown here. this isnt something he can drink away because cas is fucking DEAD and cas loved him, he’s deaf Because he loved dean, like. i think that it would be jack asking where cas was that would actually seal this particular breakdown deal and dean would have to flee to go privately lose his shit which is of course not that private. think a prayer like purgatory 2.0 but 20x more desperate, which turns into threatening chuck because rage is the natural companion to grief

honorable mentions: sam after expelling gadreel (this would be horrible. imagining sam sobbing about killing kevin is genuinely making me ill), dean after leaving cas in purgatory (a prayer that turns to desperate painful screaming at the sky which sam hears but they never talk about), dean after getting cas BACK from purgatory (to cas), sam learning that he’s lucifer’s true vessel, at some point i think dean or sam shouldve had a car meltdown (u know screaming at the top of your lungs while barelling down the highway, crying, lots of obscenities).....theres def more but these simply came to mind. feel free to share w me your epic horriblebreakdownatural moment suggestions

[jay-and-dean]

Don’t look down, Baby   Part 1/3

Dean x reader

Summary :  Dean told her to ignore the “thing” between them and to jump in any guy’s arms. Any of them but him.

When we think of a guy our Y/n could be with, longing for Dean, it’s usually a nice dude, a little boring, right ? Because who can compete with Dean ? Now, what if this guy was as badass as Dean ?

Characters : Dean Winchesters, Sam Winchester, Reader, Abraham Hale (OC)

Warnings : Angst, jealous Dean, Smut (unprotected sex -you’re smarter than this !-, oral, also kinda lame sex if it’s a warning), cheating, swearing, smoking, drinking... More warnings in the second part.

Wordcount : 6k (yes, just the part one... now you get why I cut it.)

Note : So for the Aestetic, I used the face of Jax Teller from Sons Of Anarchy, and you have to know, even if Abraham Hale looks like him, he is totally an OC.

This is writen both in Reader and Dean’s Pov. Dean’s thought are in italic. 

Text divider by the talented @talesmaniac89​

Jay’s Masterlist

September 16, 10:33pm

 Dean’s POV

           I always thought that when Y/n finds a guy, it would be the perfect douche I wanted for her. Some nice dude named Robert, a cop maybe, or a realtor with a friendly family.

           He would annoy me to death with his stories about growing up in a farm, and call her Pumpkin. He would worry a little when she goes out with us because he thinks we drink too much when we’re together.

           He would tear her from me and I would hate him for that. She would skip a hunt to meet his parents, another to spend a few days in the cabin he rented… But even if it breaks my heart, it would be exactly what I want for her, so I would let her go.

           I had it all planned.

           But, of course, she didn’t play by the rules.

           And that guy is no Robert…

           His loud manly laugh tears me from my thoughts. His tattooed hand wraps around his whiskey glass and I turn my head to that waitress that always gives me warm smiles, she’s staring at him now, with the sweetness that was once for me.

           Abe.

           Ex-gang member, Abe. Bad guy turned good. Raised by the widow of a gang member, in a violent environment, he already had a criminal record at fourteen, started selling guns before he was officially allowed to drink, ended up in prison at Twenty-two.

Sweet smile Abe. Reformed bad boy with an attitude. Became a hunter after he met a vampire gang and slew them to the last. Now defender of the good citizen, he found his fight, and the hunters talk about him as one of the bests.

Afraid of nothing and ready to fight, charismatic, alpha Abe. His muscular arm in the back of my girl, his long blond hair falling on his face when he lights up a cigarette in a grunt of content while she touches his neck.

Abe. My new nemesis.

“So Dean” he says with his deep voice hoarse from smoking too much. “How did you meet my girl ?”

I met her on a hunt, invited her to my room and took her on that wall. Do you remember, Y/n ? Don’t look down baby, look at me.

“On a hunt.”

“That’s how I met her too” he smiles and kisses her temple. “Seems like we have a lot in common.”

“Looks like we do” I state.

           Her eyes darken and she turns her head, I know how to read her, she is pissed, and I don’t even know why. I did nothing, I said nothing, and her rock-and-roll version of prince charming is worshiping her, so what causes that bitterness ?

What is it, baby ? Am I missing something ?

“So I heard your brother and you have this fucking palace ?” he gives me a corner smile, smoke coming out of his nose.

“Who told you that ?” I grunt.

What is the point of a secret bunker if it is as secret as a freaking tweet ?

           He chuckles and takes a sip of his whiskey, not answering.

           Abe never answers all the questions he is asked, maybe it is some cool thing for guys like him, maybe it is his way of look mysterious or powerful. What is sure is, as annoying as it is, it freaking works. But each time he smirks with his eyes lost in the bottom of his glass in a little huff instead of speaking, I get closer to losing it and smashing his pretty face on the table.

“I told him” she says almost coldly. “Like you did all your friends, Abe is my boyfriend, Dean.”

I nod. What can I say, she’s right after all. She’s always right…

           She was right about that cop being the bad guy the first time we hunted together, right about the fact that my so-called bond with Amara would fade the second she gets whatever she wanted. She was right about Jack being a good kid but dangerous enough to need to be watched and educated instead of pushed away. Right about Mary hurting me more than I admitted…

She was right when she said I was wrong. The day I told her we shouldn’t sleep together again, that she should just ignore that thing between us and jump in any guy’s arms. Any of them but me…

I really say that : any of them. I did.

Did you choose Abe just to annoy me, baby ? To prove a point ? You had to bring a guy who would beat me at my own grumpy-loner-badass-crap-drink-too-much game, right ?

“That place sounds sure awesome, because Y/n keeps coming back to it” he states, not letting me know the true meaning he puts in that sentence, his piercing blue eyes free of any emotions on the surface.

“Well it’s home for her” I say, and that bastard chuckles. “Is it funny ?”

“Not at all !” he says with a warm and kind laugh, and a friendly tap on my shoulder. “You should relax Dean, you look like the bar is full of demons !”

I stay stern, I know I should probably look friendly, but I rarely hated someone nice that much.

           He gets up and kisses her head before he walks away, his manly way to move catching women’s attention, and some men’s too. One of his hand goes through his blond hair while he walks to the bathroom with the other hand deep in his jeans’ pocket.

“So… Abe, huh ?” I ask, the second he’s gone.

           I should be more coherent, I know. I want her gone, but I want her for me. I was sure I was ready to see her with someone else, it’s been three years. Three years ! After we only made love six times. She is not mine, she never was.

And I thought calling her Baby in my head would make me strong. It’s a weird feeling, like I could let her be happy, but still feel special. I would have been the passion of her youth, the one that died young and of which she would think a little when she rocks her baby in her pretty house…

I had somehow romanticized my heartbreak.

But that doesn’t feel romantic at all. And all I can think of is that he is passion too, I’m not dead, and I just have to see him touch her and imagine them at night…

“Yes” she says, still with that bitterness in her voice. “You could make an effort, Dean. He has been nothing but nice, and you act like he’s an enemy.”

“I haven’t decided if he is one yet.”

She rolls her eyes and shakes her head in disapproval.

I recognize hurt. My Y/n, when she’s hurt, she gets angry. Always. And I made her angry so often. Her irritation is growing, I can see it in her burning eyes.

“You can’t do that” she says low. “You can’t treat him like that, no one gives you the right.”

“And him ?” I dare asking, staring at her reddened face. “Does he treat you right ?”

Her eyes fills with tears again and her jaw clenches.

“Better than you did, you mean ?” her words feel like a stab in my heart.

 Reader’s POV

           I didn’t want to say that, it came out by itself.

           I’m thin-skinned lately. I feel like I could cry or scream any moment, all the time. My emotions have always been loud, my sensibility overwhelming, but for a few weeks I’m drowning.

           The fact that I decided to try to get over Dean Winchester probably caused that.

A long time ago, I thought living with Dean without ever having him would be the worst, then I saw him with other women and was convinced I was mistaking before : the worst was definitely that. How wrong was I ?

           The worst is having had him. Not once, but several times, each time a little more intimate. More kisses, more touches, more suspended seconds watching in each other’s eyes… Until we spent that night together, that last night, and he fell asleep against me for the first time.

           It was over. It was too much for Dean, and not enough for me.

           Dean Winchester can’t belong to anyone, not again. He doesn’t want to be a boyfriend, and he doesn’t want me to be his girl ; who am I to insist ?

“Well, that’s a minimum” he answers in a soft groan after a little while, and my heart breaks because I just did what I swore I would never do : Reproach him for any of it.

“I’m sorry” I sigh, thinking of those weeks after the last night, when I had to hide the worst pain I ever felt because I didn’t want him to feel bad about not wanting me.

I still do... -feel that pain and try to hide- because Abe or not, I still live with Dean and he doesn’t deserve to carry my pain on top of the world on his shoulders.

“Can you at least try ?” I beg, low, seeing my boyfriend getting out of the restroom but stopping next to the door to talk to someone he obviously knows.

“Yes” Dean answers. “I’m just… He’s a hunter and…”

“He’s a good man” I assure him, looking at Abe walking toward us above Dean’s shoulder. “He comes from a dark place, like us, but he is a good man.”

 September 21, 08:12pm

 “That place is crazy !” Abe says, sitting at the table of the library. “I have never seen anything like this.”

           While Sam tells him a little more about the bunker, I look at my boyfriend.

           I stare at him, trying to get rid of that uncomfortable impression, that feeling screaming that he doesn’t belong here ; because if he doesn’t belong in the bunker, then he probably just has nothing to do in my life.

           A lot of memories cross my mind, like it happens a lot lately.

The memory of entering the bunker for the first time and deeply knowing that, as long as I am welcome here, this would be my home. Because it just feels right and because, even if I’m not the granddaughter of Henri Winchester, he trusted me with this place, as much as he trusted his family. That man actually welcomed me like Mary never really did, like I was just as legit as blood.

At his frank smile, the memory of meeting Abe crosses me too. I was alone in this hunter bar, trying to get information for a case. I hadn’t told Sam and Dean that I would go there, because I know how much uncomfortable the hunter community makes them. And I was introduced to him : Abraham Hale. I found him so beautiful, with his mischievous smile that seemed to mock the entire world, his wheat blond hair and his tattoos. Something felt so safe about him, not because he looked like a bad boy, but because he was light and happy, laughing at everything and taking nothing seriously… All that Dean wasn’t.

I loved his wild energy right away. Abe was like the drums in a rock song, like summer wind. In his arms, I forgot about Dean for a few seconds a day during the first weeks. We spent days sleeping and having sex behind the curtains of that motel room, hiding from summer heat, and nights drinking and listen to rock music...

But now I look at him, his bright blue eyes seem pale next to the deep green looking back, and his beauty is bland.

“Thank you for showing me your home, Treasure” he says, putting a tender hand on my back like he always does.

And my eyes cross Dean’s.

           I know what he’s thinking, he’s cringing at the nickname, and that reminds me why I am with Abe : Dean never gave me a nickname, he never called me anything else than my name, he will never and even when others do, he thinks it’s lame and cheesy.

 Dean’s POV

           That hurt on her face again.

Baby, you can’t look at me like that each time he calls you Treasure . I don’t like it, but you’re supposed to do.

           This is much harder than I thought, and I was aware it would be impossible.

           Each and every one of his actions makes me face my own contradictions : The more loving he is, the more I want to push him away from her. But the more she seems distant and to have her head in the clouds, the more it eases the pain. Am I selfish enough to hate her happiness even though I love her ?

           I was in control, during those three years not touching her, my heart was aching with craving and my soul was screaming at me to make her love me. But as much as the heartbreak was constant, I had chosen it. I was in control.

           I never realize that it was only bearable because she was still here, my partner, my best friend, my roommate. Mine.

           Now she took it back. She raised her middle finger right in my face and decided she wouldn’t be mine anymore.

And that is a whole new level of pain.

           I don’t sleep when she’s not home, and sometimes food just won’t let me eat it. She texts during our movie nights and wears that pendant he gave her. I hate that pendant because it reminds me I never gave her a present. Not once in all those years.

“Another drink ?” Y/n asks him with the bottle in her hand.

“Don’t you drive ?” I cut him before he answers and I see her eyes shoot me with imaginary bullets.

I’m sorry Baby but it’s movie night tonight, can’t he just leave already ?

“He’s right” she says giving me a little hope that she will ask him to leave soon. “You should stay for the night.”

My breathing gets stuck in my lungs.

No Baby, don’t do that to me. Please.

“With pleasure !” he smiles.

 September 21, 11:49pm

 Reader’s Pov

           He grabs my thigh to lift it a little and grunt in my ear. His kisses are hot on my neck, his heavy body moving cautiously on top of me.

           My eyes are on the ceiling, my hands on his sweaty muscular back and I wait.

           Damn, what is happening ? He’s close, I am going to fake it ? I swore I would never fake, I swore if the guy can’t get me there, he should know, but… Abe is not the problem, I am.

           I just watch the ceiling wondering what is wrong with me. He did everything right, nice foreplays and those love words he always has for me. But nothing seems to turn me on anymore, and without the need and the pleasure, his thrusts are just uncomfortable and I feel weird.

           Come already.

           I sigh. I know what is making this impossible. Dean. This fucker is the last I had in my own bed, the only one in fact. And everything reminds me that Abe is not Dean fucking Winchester !

“You okay Treasure ?” he pants in my ear, nibbling at it.

I’m not a freaking snack, what is it with his mouth and teeth always ?

“Yes” I fake a moan. “I’m close Abe, come.”

Just don’t be loud, that would be so awkward.

           When he loses rhythm, I close my eyes at the relief, it won’t be long now, make it stop. He shakes a little and grunt loud, filling the condom inside of me ; and, to make my fake moans credible, I clench my walls around him one time or two, rolling my eyes at his proud groan.

           Sex with Abe used to be so much more than this. I'm getting frustrated. Did I break something in me ? Why can't I enjoy anything anymore ?

           He rolls on my side, panting, and smiles tenderly at me. He’s beautiful, I have to admit that, and he’s nice and loving.

“You’re amazing” he hums. “I guess I can’t smoke in your bedroom ?”

“I don’t mind” I answer sincerely. “The air co is magical, just, don’t smoke more than one.”

           He sits on the bed to get his pants, his beautiful tattooed back on me. The smoke flies in pretty wreath. I put my hand on the lion tattooed on his back. It suits him, with his solar attitude and his confidence, his beautiful blond hair…

           Yet I keep longing for my wolf.

 Dean’s Pov

           Now I know I could kill him. And now I know what the limit amount of pain I can take is.

           I pace my room like a crazy man. He is taking her, my Baby. He is sinking inside of her and stealing pleasure. Does she wrap her legs around him like she always did with me ? To push me deeper. Is she as responsive ? As lost in pleasure as she was ? With that way only she has too beg for more with her entire body, voice strangled and arms caging me the best she can…

           Is she…

“F-fuck…” I whine, holding my heart.

I think I just felt it break.

Baby…

Breathing is painful now, I feel like I’m drowning.

Baby… Why did you have to do that to me ? I know I hurt you but your revenge is unbearable.

I sit on my bed, still holding my chest.

I can’t take it, you know.

“Shit” I grunt.

How can this kind of familiar panic attack be back ? How can this hurt so much ? It’s not Hell, it’s not Purgatory…

“It is Hell” I say out loud.

Loosing you, Baby. It’s Hell. Do you love him ? Because…

“Fuck, I love her” I whine.

 September 28, 06:05pm

             Sitting in my “Fortress of Deanitude”, I wait. The tray with snacks is there, beers too, and Netflix is ready for our next episode of Stanger Things.

           But there is a big chance she won’t come. Our movie nights are getting rarer and rarer, like our time together in general. And this place is slowly becoming a Fortress of Solitude…

           You never know how much you need something until you lost it, right ? I was stupid enough to think I could be stronger than the need for her and now look at me, alone in that big empty room in a bigger emptier bunker.

           All I can think of is how much each day pulls her closer to him and further from me. They are building memories in which I’m not, they are building an intimacy that I lost three years ago. She will forget me and he will have her, maybe even make her change a little, until one day she is among those people who talk about their personal tastes by saying “we”. “We prefer red wine”.

           Ew.

           Is he going to change my girl, for real ? Make her love Led Zeppelin a little less, make her a little less her, make her want other things, another life, need me less ? Our things will become unimportant and be replaced by all kind of other things I have no idea about.

           I take a long sip of my glass. It’s not like I had my word to say anyway. I lost her. I lost her in the worst way possible : willingly.

           But just when I’m about to get up and go put the snacks away, she opens the door, panting a little, like she had ran.

“Dean” she says entering the room. “I’m sorry. There was an accident on the road and the traffic was disturbed.”

You were at his place, Baby, and you ran to me ?

A little smile lights up my face when her presence revive my heart.

“It’s okay” I say.

“I’m late, but I have…” she takes her hand out of her purse. “Giant skittles !”

“You found them ?” I smile, sitting straighter when she hands me a bag.

Our things are not all gone. And she still cares about me and about our time together.

“Yup ! I made Abe stop in every shop yesterday.”

So you think of me when you’re with him, Baby ? Have you ever thought of me while he was inside of you ?

“Sit” I pat the armchair next to mine. “Let’s find out if Dusty’s girlfriend exists !”

“I really hope !” she exclaims, taking off her jacket.

I try not to look at her, but when she quickly takes off her jeans to slip in her pajamas pants, I swallow hard. Those thighs could have been for me, and I could have watched the show while holding her.

           She sits with her knees up against her chest in the big chair next to me, and takes a beer. My eyes are glued to her, looking for anything unusual, and fearing it more than anything in the same time.

“What ?” she calls me out of my thoughts.

“Nothing, I…” have no idea how to finish this sentence.

“I’m still okay you know ?” she says without looking at me, playing with the label of her beer bottle. “You always stare at me like something had happened to me. I know what you think of Abraham, but he doesn’t treat me bad.”

 Reader’s Pov

“I’m sorry” he sighs. “You know how protective I can get. Especially with you…”

A chuckle escapes me and I know he doesn’t like it, but protective with me ? He broke my heart. He ripped it and threw it on the floor because I had said those words.

“Yeah…” I nod, nibbling at my lip. “You won’t find bruises on me.”

He doesn’t answer.

           When did we become like this ?

           After a silence, he hands me candies and presses play. But, chewing on sugar and my eyes on the screen, I keep my full attention on him.

           I have everything any girl would want : A lover with hot blood, beauty and a heart of gold. But I'm not any girl, and the only thing I want is Dean Winchester. The genius who thinks he's dumb, the scared little boy who lost his mom, the leader, the victim of his fate, the killer, the loyal friend, the rebel, the torturer, the perfect brother, the wary hunter, the crappy dancer ; grumpy Dean, childish Dean, stubborn Dean, all of Dean...

           I look at him and my eyes travel down his neck, his beard is fighting to grow back there but I know he won't let it. The slow movements of his chest are mesmerizing. My eyes go down, to his thighs and crotch...

           I really shouldn't let myself look there but his smell and aura are like a mermaid song and I'm drowning. His strength is radiating of him and I feel myself respond to it in everyone of my heartbeats.

           He could make me scream. He always did, so easily. Dean made me cry of pleasure more than once, sometimes without any effort, the brushes of his fingers, the burning of his kisses... And when he finally buried himself inside of me, it was like a firework in Heaven. He never had to do anything really special...

           And now I wonder : Is something broken about me ? Abe is passionate and loving, we used to work great, he was easy as whiskey. And he loves me. Why am I unable to enjoy any of it lately ?

           My eyes trace the bump in Dean’s pants and I remember the simple ecstasy of feeling his cock twitch for me. Dean... I bite my lip to hold back the moan hanging on my tongue. His thigh moves a little, strong muscles hidden in his jeans, and I think of his stomach contracting that time he came on my tongue. I…

“I see you” his deep serious voice hits the air like thunder.

I look up to meet his eyes and realize I have been staring at his crotch, licking my lips and probably visibly holding back moans.

“Do you need something ?” he asks with a proud aura on his face.

I want to punch that expression off of his perfect features.

           I look down and sigh. Yes, I do. I need him, not only want like I would like to think, but need indeed. I need him to feel my body, to make it alive, and to hear my soul breathe again.

“Dean…” I just say.

Like it was an answer or reproach but of course, he hears it for what it is.

           A call.

           So he gets up, suddenly so tall that he eclipses the TV, the light and my will. He comes in front of me, standing there, making me look up timidly through my lashes. His strong hand lands cautiously on my cheek, gently holding my face while I lean on his touch.

           I can resist him. I can.

           I think of Abe's sweet smile, of his deep voice and his arms around me. I think of this night he told me about jail and I tried all I could to make him feel safe again, that was a beautiful moment... We are something beautiful Abe and me. We are going to make it right, to make it count. Right ?

           As my heart fights itself, playing all the love songs I know at once in my head in a deafening dim of emotions, my eyes fill with tears. I know what is going to happen, and the cruel god writing my story can stop there, the end is already obvious.

           I can't resist Dean. I just can't.

           And Abe will cry, right ? He trusts me. He will take his bag and yell maybe, the sun inside of him will get clouded, he will drive away. Then I will let my body slide on the door frame, unable to hold my weight up, because I will have broken the only man that ever truly loved me.

           I look down to hide the pain from Dean, but he knows me better.

"I can leave" he says.

But it's the last thing I want because I miss him, I miss him like a part of me died years ago and I still feel empty and cold... I miss him when I'm alone, and even more when I'm not.

           When he's about to move, take a step back to leave me alone, I grab his belt and hold him in place firmly. I have no plan, no solid thought, but I know I can't be away from him for now. He smells both like the most familiar home and the wildest dream.

           My other hand grazes the fabric of his jeans on his thigh, I close my eyes for a second and a little whimper escapes me. I started touching Dean less than a day after meeting him, and it seems I can't be around him without having my hands on his body.

           He hums, staring down at me, bow legs slightly parted like he needed balance, like he was gripping the floor for both of us. Dean had always been my anchor. His shoulders look wider from down here and I want nothing more than letting my hands grab his butt to rub my cheek on his crotch like a cat marking its territory.

"Touch me like you need it, Baby" he murmurs and a little sob escapes me unexpectedly.

He never ever called me Baby.

           He never gave me any nickname like he never gave me the place I thought I could take in his heart. And Abe, he calls me Treasure. He welcomed me in his heart...

"What's wrong ?" Dean asks like he didn't know.

Dean Winchester is the world's greatest hero, saved basically everyone's life without any reward, and for this he is a saint ; and still, he's the one that is going to be the end of me. Hero or not, he's my villain.

"Everything is wrong, Dean" I answer in a broken voice. "Everything."

He squats in front of me and my hand panics at losing my grip on his belt so it grasps his flannel like my life depends on it.

"Not everything" he whispers, bending to let his poisonous lips graze my skin.

My treacherous mouth opens in reflex at the proximity of his, making him respond by biting my lower lip. I whimper again and pull him closer.

"I got you" he states, letting his burning lips trace down my chin and my neck followed by his thumb, scratching my skin with his short nail. And I catch fire.

I let my head falls back and I surrender totally.

           That's how bad he is for me : I could let him break my heart again without an hesitation, after it took me years to recover just enough to just function. And oh, I will. I will shatter the heart of the man that trusts me just to let Dean selfishly remind me how much I love him.

           His breath is burning my skin, spreading in the fabric of my t-shirt when he buries his face on my chest, opening his mouth wide to pretend to bite my breast, hand cupping my sides like he had missed me for real. I let go of the plaid fabric to grip the short strand of his hair like I can.

"Dean..." the moan I have been holding comes out, filling the room with sin and the echo of future lies.

"I got you" he repeats.

His hungry hands seize my jeans and tear it open, fighting the metallic button's resistance brutally. The fabric hurts my lower back in a last resistance but is ripped off of me the second after, taking my panties in its way.

           And before I can sit straighter now that I'm on the edge of the chair, before I can talk, think or breath. Dean's anaconda arms grab my thighs firmly and his burning breath is on my folds.

"Wh-" I start but what can I say now.

He kisses my folds like no men ever did : like he was in love with that part of me. An open mouth kiss, tongue eagerly lapping my juice from my entrance to my clit.

"AH !" I scream, arching my back but Dean doesn't take a second to breathe, burying his face on me.

I squirm, licking my lips like I was kissing him back but the place he is devouring can only respond with throbs and getting soaked, which is does.

           I'm panting, I'm being eaten by the flames of that indescribable pleasure that is back. My stomach is shaking, my temples are beating so loud. I suck a breath when he sucks at my clit, moist hand gripping the leather of the chair.

"Dean" I moan again in the subdued light of the warm room.

He answers with a hum, and his nimble tongue pushes at my entrance, making my thighs shake violently in the vise grip of his arms.

           I can't escape what Dean does to me so I let go.

           My whole body falls backward when I come, harder than I have in years, holding his hair so tight it might hurt him, legs shaken by electricity, back arching and chest fighting itself to breath. My sensible clit seems to have nerves in my whole body and I fall silent, covered in sweat, suffocated by a forbidden crushing orgasm.

           I whimper desperately, limp and lost, panting in the chair like I didn't realize yet what just hit me. But Dean knows what he's doing, he knows where this goes.

           He opens his jeans, I can feel it even though I don't see him, my head still back, moaning at the caresses of his tongue on my neck. I bite my lip hard, hand moving from the arm of the chair to his, to feel his eagerness.

           And he grabs my thighs harshly, making me fall on the floor with him and holds my back when I can't, keeping me against him.

"So wrong..." I whisper in a dying echo of my disgrace.

His hand grasps my face firmly and makes me look at him. His eyes have this fire in them, he clenches his jaw when I roll my lips a little, wetting his craved cock on me, dying of being finally filled by him.

"Keep your eyes on me" he groans, grabbing his length to guide it at my throbbing entrance.

"Dean..." I moan, fingers reaching his stomach under his clothes to feel it tremble.

"Eyes on me baby" he repeats low.

 Dean's Pov

           She can't think of him. Not now. I need her with me, I need her for me.

Feel me, baby.

           I smile slightly when she dives her unfocused pupils in my eyes. She's perfect and I love her ; but I must say when she seems to surrender so completely to my touch, that's when forgot why I asked her to stay away.

           When I enter her, her phone lights up once again in her back, on the floor. I groan loud as she wraps me like only she can, like she was trying to suck me inside her core. She's shaking, she's fighting to keep her eyes on me and I'm fighting that urge to grab her phone and shatter it in a million pieces against the wall.

           She gasps, her body threatening to fall back so I hold her.

That's it baby, stay with me, feel me, let me take you like I used to when you were mine.

My hand fists her hair and my mouth gets attracted to her pulse point so I bend to suck at it, barely thrusting for now, just enjoying to be inside of her, feeling her pulsating with desire, the concrete hard floor digging in my knees.

           Her arms wrap around me, she cling to me and I try to ignore my jealousy shouting at me.

Baby, you try to ignore me but can he do that to you ? Can he turn you into a purring cat like that ?

"Dean" she moans, clenching around me, her thighs trying to get herself even closer so she takes me impossibly deeper.

"Say you want me" I murmur against her skin in a voice I barely recognize.

"I want you" she gives in, exhaling in my ear.

           Behind her, her phone lights up one more time with a text : "I found us a case in California, Treasure."

=> PART 2

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4am Food Coma

Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader

Word Count: 1,784

Warnings: insomnia, just some familial fluff. 

A/N: This is as much of a feel-good story as I can write late at night. Haha. I hope you all like it! 

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You sighed as you stared at the drab bunker ceiling. Your body was practically aching from exhaustion, but you mind was racing. Random, deep-rooted memories flashed through you, some causing your heart to pound with regret. This lifestyle had really been taking a toll on you lately, and you knew it was only going to get worse.

You pulled the scratchy, plaid blanket up to your chin and sighed. You could go back to your room, but Dean was snoring to heavily on the other side of the wall. You typically fell asleep before him, but tonight, you just couldn’t get your mind to shut off.

Grabbing your phone beside you, you unlocked the screen and checked the time. 3:34am.

“Well, shit,” you muttered to yourself with another sigh. There was no way you were going to get any sleep at this point. You had promised Sam that, in the morning, you would go with him to some outdoor clothing store a few towns over, and he was always up at the ass crack of dawn. So, that meant you probably only had an hour or so of time to get any sort of shut eye.

The tip-tap of heavy feet approached you from behind the couch. You turned toward the noise, sitting up a little to peer over the back of the couch. In the scarce light, you found your oldest brother approaching you.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing up, sweetheart?” Dean asked, shooting you a concerned look. You sighed and leaned back onto your makeshift pillow.  

“My mind has decided that now is a great time to replay every horrible thing that’s happened in every hunt I can remember. It’s making me nuts. You know me, I’m the one who is always saying that what’s in the past can’t be changed, just let it go. I’m not usually one to dwell, but here I am.” You watched Dean as he plopped down on the edge of the couch, lightly leaning against your feet.

“Sounds like a helluva nightmare, Y/N. Anything I can do to help?” That was a great question, and usually the one you were asking your brothers. You pursed your lips, then gently shook your head.

“I dunno. I think I just need some sort of distraction. I’ve tried watching TV, but my mind just drifts off into another world.” You rolled your eyes. “And I promised Sam I’d go to that store he loves. He wants to leave early. I’m going to be a zombie.”

Dean chuckled as he watched you, probably laughing at the dark rings that were undoubtedly plaguing your eyes. He patted your ankles and smiled.

“I have an idea. Grab a sweatshirt and meet me at the car.” You furrowed your brow as you watched him launch to his feet.

“Wha-wait. What? No. I’m not going out like this. Dean, it’s almost four in the morning! Where are we going?” You slid out from under your blanket. You were clad in baggy pajama pants covered in cat silhouettes, and a tank top that absolutely did not match. Not to mention the quarter sized hole under your right armpit.

“Relax, Bitz, no one’s going to care where were going. Just grab a sweatshirt and some shoes. You have five minutes.” You rolled your eyes at your big brother. He was always up to some sort of shenanigans. But, the two of you were a lot alike, so you usually trusted his crazy schemes.

“Fine, but I’m not going to say I’m excited until I know where we’re going.”

“Calm down, Bitz. You’ll like it.” Bitz, short for Itsy Bitsy, was the nickname Dean gave you when you were too young to talk. Since you were the youngest, and quite obviously the smallest, he thought it was funny. But over three decades later, he still called you by that nickname more than he ever used your real one.

One more unsure sigh left your lungs before you turned towards your room, in search of a jacket.

“I remember there was a place just like this in Omaha. We always stopped when we drove through. I totally forgot this place was here.” You peered down at the menu of the dodgy diner. Dean sat across from you, studying the same menu.

The two of you sat in the corner of the small eatery, only joined by an older man at the bar, obviously a trucker, and a homeless man drifting off on the other side of the building, still half-clutching a cup of coffee.

Dean smiled and nodded, peering up from his menu. “Yeah, it hasn’t changed a bit. It’s like they are all exactly the same. Still better than Biggerson’s, though.” You laughed.

“Yeah, definitely. Their milkshakes are the best! I’m hoping they still are.”

Dean grinned. “Well, let’s find out. I’m not going to eat a big meal then go back to sleep. But, I’ll never deny an Oreo milkshake.” Dean slammed his menu shut and nodded. “What’s your poison? No, wait, lemme guess. Mint chocolate chip?”

Your eyes lit up. You hadn’t had a mint chocolate chip milkshake in years. Most places in the middle of nowhere didn’t have that flavor. Vanilla, chocolate, or strawberry, you cold almost hear a waiter say in their ‘I don’t want to freaking be here’ tone. But this small chain in the center of the country had them, and they were heavenly.

“It’s like you know me or something!” you teased him, before closing your own menu.

Dean chuckled as he eyed the server as they approached your table. “It’s like we’re related.” He winked, before turning to the exhausted young man. He couldn’t have been older that twenty.

“What can I get you?” he droned, his eyes half open. You glanced over at your brother, then back to the young man.

“A mint chocolate chip milkshake please,” you beamed. You smiled, realizing that you were already starting to feel better. You watched as Dean ordered, feeling like you didn’t have a care in the world for the first time in a while.

You all had been hunting for months without any sort of real break. No wonder your mind was on the verge of exploding. You definitely needed to have more breaks and distractions to counterbalance the violent, crazy crap you dealt with day in and day out. But, your brothers were work horses, so that always proved a little difficult.

“Hey, do you think drinking a giant, sugary milkshake is going to be the solution to get me to sleep?” you realized, leaning back in your heavily cracked booth.

Dean shrugged. “Sugar actually helps in a weird way. You eat or drink a bunch of it, fill yourself with sugar, then crash and sleep. Or, the shear amount of food will put you in some type of food-induced coma.” You nodded slowly. It did make sense, weirdly enough.

“Do you think that’s the healthiest thing to do?”

“No, Bitz. But it doesn’t hurt every once in a while. It’s healthier than pulling an all-nighter, then running all around town the next day.” That was true. Plus, there was no way you were going to say no to sugar, whether it was just before sunrise, or sunset. You hadn’t hopped onto Sam’s kale salad bandwagon quite yet.

Within minutes, the server returned with your glorious milkshakes, and a full refill container. The moment your treat was placed down in front of you, you smiled up at your brother in thanks.

The next twenty minutes were quiet, other than the ravenous slurps that came from your straws. Dean finished a few minutes before you, instantly leaning back in his seat.

“Holy shit, that hit the spot.” He smiled as he closed his eyes, instantly in a food coma. You giggled.

“How you didn’t get a single brain freeze baffles me,” you teased, scooting your cup a little closer. A thin line of red light beamed along the horizon, reminding you that you had basically pulled an all-nighter. But, you didn’t care nearly as much as you did before. A sense of peace had enveloped you, or maybe it was the beginning of your own food coma. Either way, you felt a heck of a lot better.

“Thanks, Dean,” you whispered, offering a frozen smile. Dean returned the gesture and nodded.

“Hey, it worked when we were kids. I was sure it was going to work now.” You furrowed your brow.

“What?”

“Yeah, when we came to one of these as kids, Dad would let us order milkshakes. I know you remember. But, what you probably don’t remember is that once you got back in the car, you were out like a light. I don’t even know if the sugar ever got a chance to get to you. I think it was just the comfort food or somethin’.” Dean laughed.

Now that you thought of it, you didn’t really remember the ride afterwards. You just remember waking up just after sunrise, either in the car or arriving home. And, well, that would explain why.

You closed your eyes for a minute, feeling the intense fullness in your stomach. Maybe you were skipping the sugar high yet again, and satiety was leading you straight to real exhaustion.

“Wow, you’re a lightweight,” Dean poked as he lifted from his seat, tossing some money onto the table. You huffed out a chuckle, a little too tired to come up with a witty comeback. “C’mon kid, let’s get you home. You’re going to need some sleep if Sam is going to drag you all over hell tomorrow—uh, today.”

You nodded as you slowly slid out from behind the table. Your brother was already five steps ahead of you, stomping his way towards the door. You slowly followed behind, smiling as you watched him toss a five-dollar bill onto the sleeping homeless man’s table. Then, he opened the door, and waited for you to exit with him.

The moment you settled into your seat, you leaned your head back, resting your head on the top of the back rest. Your eyes were heavy, and your body was practically deadweight. Dean peered over at you as the engine roared to life. He patted your shoulder before putting the car in gear and heading for home.

A long, shuddered sigh left you as you settled into your seat. It was going to be a good twenty minutes or so before you were home. But, your eyes weren’t going to stay open for that long. So, you closed them as you yawned. Within moments, sleep slowly enveloped you, and you weren’t going to fight.

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Not Blood But Family

Word Count: 1,922

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (brief), Sam Winchester (mentioned), OC Character, Reader

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, some slight fluff

A/N: me: hey i should post at least once a week   also me: hey guys i’m back from a random ass hiatus

A/N 2: enjoy the dog poop

A/N 3: lisa’s daughter btw

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You shot your eyes around the darkened room, squinting as you tried to make out any figure, seeing if there was anyone who was being held captive with you. Unfortunately for you, you were all alone. You could barely make out the bruises on your wrists, the rope burns caused by being tied up for days. 

“Hey!” you yelled.

“Hey! I know you can hear me! What the hell do you want from me?!” you screamed as loud as you could, more annoyed than scared.  

Ever since you found both your mother and younger brother dead, you’d given up any emotion you could show, mainly numb inside.  

“Ugh,” you groaned softly, laying your head back against the wall as you leaned against it, closing your eyes for a moment. 

Everyone always warned you, don’t hitchhike, and now you’ve learned your lesson.

---

“Did you just take a picture of me?” you squinted your eyes, sitting chained up to a chair as you saw a bright light flash.

“Freak,” you scoffed.

He ignored your comments, grabbing a fistful of your hair, pulling it up as you grunted, clenching your jaw.

 He just chuckled, pushing you back. You could feel the blood trickling from your forehead as you breathed heavily.

“If you’re trying to sell me, no one’s gonna buy me. I’m a pain in the ass,” you struggled against your chains.

You were met with a blank expression from the man, having not said a single word to you. 

“If you’re planning on killing me, at least give me the decency of some good conversation,” you laid back in your chair.

You heard his phone ring as he turned his back to you, picking it up.

“Yes, sir. I have (Y/N) with me. I’ve sent a picture to you to send to Dean Winchester,” you poked your head up, hearing an unfamiliar name before be hung up.

“Who’s Dean Winchester,” you asked.

“You’ll find out soon enough... or not,” he shrugged.

You could feel a slight panic in your chest as you stiffened, seeing him walk towards you while clutching a knife.

“Keep that away from me,” you tried and tried to pull your chains, trying to stay away as he grabbed you, pressing the knife against your shoulder.

“Let's have some fun.”

---

“Hey. Hey!” you groaned as you squinted your eyes, hearing someone calling your name in a distance.

“Wake up, (Y/N), please,” you felt him out a hand on your shoulder, cutting open the ropes tying you down.

“Hmm, who are you?” you winced softly, your body ached from all the miniature cuts all over it.

“I’m… I’m here to help,” Dean said. He debated whether or not to tell who he was, pushing your arm around his shoulder.

“How do you know who I am?” you groaned. You blinked your eyes, fading in and out of consciousness.

“Just stay quiet. Come on,” you breathed heavily as you took a step forward, falling onto him completely.

“(Y/N)?!”

---

“Holy shit!” you groaned, sitting up in the bed as you looked around cautiously.

“(Y/N),” you tensed slightly as Dean wrapped his arms around you tightly.

You felt a sense of relief washing over you, feeling a safety that you haven't felt in a long time as you exhaled softly.

“W-Wait, who are you?” you asked.

He stood up, sitting in front of you at the side of your bed.

“You don't remember me, but I knew your mom, a-and your brother,” your face dropped, frowning as you scooted a little away from him.

“Who are you,” you asked again.

“My name is Dean Winchester,” he said.

You thought back for a minute, trying to think where you heard that name before.

You remembered, hearing the man saying his name.

“That… guy mentioned you,” you started.

“Well, I have some bad blood with his boss and they were trying to use you to get to me,” he explained.

You stayed quiet for a moment, before talking again.

“Why me? I don’t even know you,” you shook your head.

His face dropped slightly, looking at you as you ran your fingers through your hair, slightly nervous.

“My friend is coming, everything will be cleared up, okay?” Dean asked.

You nodded, wrapped your arms around your legs as you exhaled sharply, laying your head on your lap.

You heard the noise of something fluttering, as you frowned, looking up. You jumped back, seeing a man appear in front of you.

You could feel your heart racing as the man reached two fingers on your forehead, his eyes glowing blue.

You felt a sense of warmth over you, feeling warmth in your body as it healed. You gasped softly, seeing visions with Dean inside your head. Everything from the years that past came back to you as you pulled away from Castiel, pushing yourself off the bed.

“Dean,” you remembered.

“Yeah, it’s me,” he took a step forward, walking to you.

You shook your head, stepping backward. He turned his head to the side, slightly in shock.

“You’re Castiel,” you said.

“So then where’s Sam,” you asked softly.

“Sam’s at this place we live at. This bunker,” Dean replied.

You continued to stand there quietly, running your fingers through your hair as you turned your head away from Dean.

“I heard that… Lisa’s gone,” you tensed as your mom’s name fell from his mouth.

“Yeah, so is Ben,” you kept your emotions of both anger and grief hidden.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry-” he started.

“Shut up,” you glared at him.

“(Y/N), I-” he tried to speak again, only for you to cut him off once more.

“I said shut up, Dean. Thanks for the help, I’ll be on my way,” you began heading for the door as Dean stopped you.

“Why are you acting like this?” he asked.

“Like what?” you rolled your eyes.

“Why are you acting so cold? So different?”  he crossed his arms.

“Don’t start with me, Dean,” you scoffed, crossing your arms.

Dean motioned to Castiel, telling him to leave as he nodded.

“What happened?” he asked.

“What happened? My family is dead, Dean,” you spat.

“I know, I-I’m sorry-” 

“Saying sorry won't bring them back. It was your choice to leave, you had to know that this was a possibility,” you crossed your arms as you glared at Dean.

“The only reason I left was because I wanted to keep the three of you safe. I couldn't have done that if you guys were with me,” he tried to explain while you kept ignoring his words.

“You don't owe me an explanation. You’re not my dad you don't owe me anything,” you could see the look in his eyes fade away.

“I know I’m not your real dad, but that doesn't mean we're not family,” he started.

“You're just a guy that lived with us for a year, who had a past,” you knew you were hurting him, and hurting yourself while at it. 

You couldn't let your guard down and you knew it. Even if Dean was there for you when you needed someone the most, when you had boy problems, school problems, things somehow your mom didn't understand, he always helped you. With all the late nights you spent crying, trying to convince yourself that you don’t need help, he was always there by your side. 

Not that you would ever admit that. Dean was the only person your mom dated who cared about you and Ben.

“You know that it’s deeper than that, (Y/N). I’m sorry I left, I’m sorry I erased your memory of me. I was just trying to keep you safe,” he said.

“Stop apologizing,” you shook your head.

“Will you come back with me?” he asked after a moment of silence.

“W-What?” you were slightly taken aback by his question, not sure why you were so surprised.

“We have a home now. A sort of home, it’s a bunker. But we live there, and there's more than enough room for you to live with us,” he explained.

“Are you… even after everything I just said?” you frowned.

“Yes. You're still 17, you still, technically need a legal guardian. I know that you’re not happy with me, but I’m gonna fix that. Come live with us,” he said.

“What if I say no?” you raised an eyebrow.

“I know you’re not going to. You hate being alone,” he replied.

“I’ve been alone for a year, I can-”

“I’m sorry you had to be alone for so long. Please, come with me,” he begged again.

You could feel your eyes watering slightly as you frowned, biting your lip nervously.

“Dean, please stop,” you wiped your face with your hands, closing your eyes as you took a deep breath.

“Stop what?” he asked, frowning slightly.

“Why do you care about me?” you whispered softly.

“What do you mean?” he crossed his arms, taking a step closer to you.

You looked up at him, your eyes red and watery as his face dropped.

“I’m not… I’m not your kid o-or anything, why do you always try to take care of me?” you closed your eyes, feeling a tear escape down your cheek.

“(Y/N), listen to me,” he put his hand on your cheek, wiping your tear away. 

“I know I’m not blood, kid, but I’m still your dad, you’re still my kid. Nothing’s gonna change that, no matter what. I love you so much, kid. I’m still your family and you’re still mine. I would never leave you, I-I would never hurt you,” he continued to stroke your cheek, while you kept your tears at bay.  

“My real dad didn’t want me,” you whispered.

“That’s cuz he’s an idiot. Come here,” he wrapped his arm around you tightly as you shut your eyes, letting your tears fall freely while you let out a shaky cry, holding onto him tightly.

He kissed your forehead softly, then rested his chin on the top of your head. 

“I got you, you’re safe now,” he said softly.

“You’re okay now.”

---

You shot up in your bed, looking around cautiously as your breathing was labored. You looked around, before remembering that you were at the bunker as you let out a breath of relief. 

Maybe I should tell Dean

No stop bothering him and just try to sleep

Nightmares weren’t uncommon for you, whether it was about Lisa and Ben, or about any event that happened to you in the past year. You were alone, nothing was ever easy, and most people were the absolute worst. 

You found yourself trying to stop your hands from shaking as you rested your head on your lap, hearing the door open as you looked up.

“Dean?” you asked. 

“What are you doing up? I thought you went to sleep hours ago,” he sat down next to you on the bed. 

“Well, I did, it’s just…” your voice drifted off, trying to figure out how to explain your nightmares without Dean having pity on you. He already gave you a home, a place to feel safe.

“Your nightmares?” he asked.

“How did you know?” you frowned.

“Because it’s normal. Come on, I’m staying with you tonight,” he laid down in the bed, wrapping his arm around you in a protective manner. 

You yawned softly, snuggling up into Dean’s side as you closed your eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep. 

“Thank you, Dad.”

Dean smiled softly, kissing your forehead.

“Anything for you, kiddo.”

[hoboal87]

Baby Mine

Title: Baby Mine

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader, Jody, Alex, Claire, Bobby

Word Count: 1600+

Summary: You and Sam prepare for the birth of your son.

Warnings: post 15 x 20, fluff, implied dom/sub relationship, non-graphic descriptions of labor, breastfeeding.

A/N: This is my super late entry into @superbadassnatural​‘s #333 badass followers challenge. My prompts are “I didn’t expect it to be this big,” and “this is disgusting”

A/N 2: This is set in the same universe as “The Tie,” and “Carry On,” but it can be read as a stand-alone.

No Beta, all mistakes are mine. I have tense issues, I know.

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Miracle’s head lies on your lap as you do your best to remain calm. You can feel the wetness of her nose against the small sliver of your exposed belly. It was unseasonably warm for South Dakota in the spring, and if you could’ve you would’ve been walking around naked all the time. Growing a Winchester has not been an easy task, and your doctor informed you at your last check up the baby will be at least 9 lbs.

Nine. Freaking. Pounds. You’re going to be pushing a nine pound baby out of your body, and Sam was already talking about having another one in a few years! You can’t even imagine wanting to go through all this again. Even though Jody and the mothers you’ve befriended over the last few months have assured you, that you’ll forget about all the bad, all the sickness, all the discomfort you’ve been feeling the second the baby’s born.

A clattering from your bedroom pulls you out of your head, giving you a moment of reprise. Sam’s muffled swears have you giggling as he frantically tries to pack your hospital bag. Jody had advised you to pack one over a month ago, but you and Sam had been so focused on making sure the nursery was ready, as well as warding your home, that you hadn’t gotten around to it yet.

Another grunt comes from the hall as Sam seemingly runs into your bathroom, and then into the nursery, where the baby's coming home outfit was luckily laid out on the changing table. By the time Sam makes it back into the living room, he’s nearly out of breath, eyes falling on you as your face scrunches in pain.

You’ve been in the early stages since last night, but you’d woken up to much more intense contractions a few hours ago. Sam takes your hand in his as you wince as a contraction rolls through you. He eyes the watch on his wrist, Dean’s watch, keeping track of the duration and time between each wave of pain.

“Y/N,” Sam whispers, calming himself when your eyes connect to his. “I think it’s time.”

“Alex said 5 minutes,” you huff, rubbing your swollen belly and giving him a pained smile. Having a nurse in the family was the best thing you could ever ask for. Alex, on the other hand, probably wishes she wasn’t, especially after Sam started calling her in the middle of the night with the most ridiculous questions that you’d ever heard of. You’d finally gotten him to stop, apologizing to Alex for another 3 a.m. frantic phone call about the possibility of the baby being born extra appendages.

Once Sam had adjusted to the news of your pregnancy, he dove deep into research, not that you were expecting anything else from him. Parenting magazines cover your coffee table, multiple books on pregnancy and birth are stacked on his bedside table, and he’d watched every youtube video relating to pregnancy and taking care of a newborn.

“I know, but baby we’re getting there. You’ve gone from 10 minutes to 7 in the last hour. The parenting book said–” You roll your eyes, your inner brat coming to the surface after months of being stifled. “Babygirl,” Sam tone changes, and you instantly relax at the phrase you haven’t heard in nearly a year. “Don’t think I haven’t been keeping track of all the punishments you’ll be getting as soon as you can handle it.”

It's just the distraction you need, and your eyes divert to the car seat against the wall.

Sam had tried and failed twice already on installing the carrier in the back seat of the Impala, spewing profanity as you watched, chuckling from the front porch. After nearly an hour, Sam gave up on the car seat, and joined you on the porch, his hand splaying softly over stomach. He leaned over, and placed a sweaty kiss on your lips, it was moments like those that Jody told you to cherish; and both you and Sam made it a point to do so.

“Then you better figure out how to properly install that in the back seat,” you sass.

An annoyed laugh leaves Sam as he glares at the yet-to-be defeated carrier, hesitating now to leave your side.

“It can wait.”

“It really can’t, babe,” you chuckle softly.

It’s less than an hour later that you and Sam pull up to Sioux Falls General Hospital. He’s holding you steady as you waddle towards the check-in desk. An orderly appears with a wheelchair, and wheels you away as Sam hands over all of your pre-registered paperwork. Alex is by your side before you realize it, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. She helps you dress into a hospital gown, and Sam rejoins you just as you take a seat on the bed.

Sam watches helplessly as your face contorts as another contraction rolls through your body. You squeeze his hand tightly, sure that you’re leaving crescent-shaped marks on him. This one is different than the others, it’s more intense, and longer-lasting than the others had been.

“Y/N, look at me, baby, you’re doing so good,” Sam praises as you whimper through the contraction. Sam leans forward and presses a kiss on your forehead as the pain subsides. “You’re so strong, Y/N.”

“I didn’t expect it to be that big.”

Five hours later, you’re cradling your newborn son against your chest. Sam’s behind you, whispering praises in your ears and holding you tight against him. You present your breast to the babe, encouraging him to latch on, and to your delight he does so quickly. Sam makes a joke about how Dean was always a boob man, and you comment how his namesake must’ve inherited his predilection as well.

Sam tenses behind you, and you quickly realize your mistake. Dean was always on your mind, and moreso Sam’s, but you rarely, if ever, said his name out loud. It seemed to pain Sam to hear his brother’s name, so you avoided it as much as you could. But now the baby is here, and you wonder if it's a good idea to name him after the fallen Winchester.

Sam’s hands are wrapped around your still swollen center, and you turn your face to his. Tears are escaping from his hazel eyes, and when they meet your Y/E/C ones, he gives you a small smile.

“We don’t have to name him Dean,” you offer, even though you honestly couldn’t think of a more fitting name for your son. “If you don’t–”

“It’s not that, baby,” he sighs, wiping at the fallen tears. “I just– I miss him. Dean should– he should be here. He should be here to meet our son.”

You nod, and focus your attention back on the newborn, suckling gently at your breast. One of Sam’s hands leaves your stomach, and his fingers brush against the infant’s soft skin, remarking that he’d never seen a baby with so much hair, and that he looked so small. You chuckle, and remind him that if he had to push a nine-pound watermelon out of his body, he wouldn’t think it was small.

Sam concedes, unable to contain his laughter, and the brief tension that was in the room disappears and doesn’t return. After little Dean is finished, you and Sam take turns counting his fingers and toes, cooing at your son as you take in all his features.

A nurse returns, and you reluctantly let her take Dean away to be properly cleaned, weighed and measured. She instructs both you and Sam to sleep while you can, joking that you’ll be getting very little from now on. Thanks to Sam being a human incubator you curl up against him and let all of the exhaustion from the last 24 hours finally catch back up to you.

You're woken by Sam a few hours later, informing you that Jody, the girls, and Bobby are outside. Sam slips from behind you, and disappears out of the room for a moment before returning with your found family. Jody’s eyes are filled with tears, throwing her arms around you, congratulating you as Bobby claps Sam on the back.

The same nurse returns with Dean as everyone settles in their places around the room. Jody instantly fawns over the baby caressing his chubby cheeks before allowing Sam to pick him up and hand him over to her.

Jody makes a solid promise to spoil the boy rotten. Claire’s body language changed when Alex handed baby Dean over, and after a few minutes, didn’t want to seem to let him go. Bobby becomes impatient as Claire refuses to pass the baby on. Finally, Sam steps in, plucking the baby from her arms, and walking over to Bobby.

“You ready to meet your grandson?” Sam asks, and a smile you’d never seen before appears on Bobby’s face. Sam places the swaddled baby into Bobby’s arms, and you’re sure you see a tear slip down his cheek.

“Looks like he’s takin’ after his momma,'' Bobby laughs. “Lucky boy, hopefully you won’t be an idjit like your daddy and uncle,” he sends you a playful wink. “Just know you ain’t alone, kid. You got more people who will love and protect you than any other kid in the world.”

“Did you tell ‘em?” You ask, trying to move into a slightly more comfortable position.

“Tell us what?” Jody asks from the chair beside your bed.

“Y/N and I, we want you and Bobby to be his godparents. If anything were to ever happen to us, we want you to take care of him.”

“Well, maybe you can tell us his name first,” Claire pipes up, and you hadn’t even realized that you hadn’t told them yet.

“Dean,” Sam eyes his son still in Bobby’s arms. “Dean Robert Winchester.”

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Hello! Could you do hand-holding #37 with Saileen please?

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prompt: not realizing they're holding hands till someone points it out

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It’s late. Sam’s been sleep-deprived for a lot of his life, but as things have quieted down with Chuck gone and Amara in charge, he’s less used to hunts like this. The whole marathon research thing, up all night and all day hunting down monsters and fighting for your life—he’s embarrassingly unused to that these days.

They’re all piled into a booth at a diner. Cas is mostly asleep against the window, and Dean keeps making googly eyes at him as he drinks his second cup of coffee (Sam is ridiculously glad he’s not the one that has to drive them home tonight, thanks to Dean being a control freak about the Impala.) Next to Sam, Eileen is finishing up her pancakes with a single-minded focus; much like Dean, she eats every meal like it’s going to be her last. Sam sighs, leaning back against the booth. It’s quiet, but a nice kind of quiet. The quiet of a job well-done, of earned exhaustion.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay to drive back?” Sam says when Dean yawns tremendously. “We can stay another night in the motel.”

Dean scoffs. “C’mon, man, seriously? It’s three hours. I could do that in my sleep.”

“That’s what I’m trying to avoid,” Sam retorts.

“It’ll be fine, Sammy.” Dean glances over at Cas and reaches absently out to adjust his coat collar. Cas frowns in his semi-asleep state. “You three can all rest, and I’ll sleep when I get home.”

Sam doesn’t push it any further, mostly because he knows it’s a losing battle with Dean. He does make fun of him a little, though, because they may both be in their forties, but a little brother is a little brother forever.

“You two are disgusting,” he says, glancing between Dean and Cas. “You’re the sappiest couple I’ve ever met.”

“Us?” Dean says incredulously. “You and Eileen are holding hands right now! She’s eating pancakes with one hand so she can keep hold of your gross Sasquatch paw!”

“No, we’re not,” Eileen says, just as Sam goes, “What are you talking about?”

Then they both glance down to see that yes, in fact, they are holding hands. Sam feels himself flush, and Eileen grins in amusement.

“Well,” she says, putting her fork down to sign along for Dean’s benefit. “This is embarrassing. Guess me and Sam are as bad as you and Cas.”

“Exactly!” Dean exclaims. “Everybody in this family is a sappy nightmare. Might as well accept it.”

“Might as well.” Eileen turns to Sam and smiles radiantly at him. He has no idea how she manages to look so astoundingly beautiful even in fluorescent diner lighting, even after a week of minimal sleep and monster killing. She leans in and kisses him soundly, still hanging onto one hand. Sam kisses back, not caring about the other patrons, the waitress, Dean and Cas. All that matters is Eileen, strong and lovely and tasting like maple syrup. All that matters is the wife he never thought he’d have, a woman who knows all of him and has never once been scared, has never once looked away in fear or disgust.

“I love you,” he signs when they separate.

Eileen signs it back, then grabs his hand again and squeezes it tight.

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Under the Texas Sun Part 2

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Story Summary: Having been best friends with Jensen since kindergarten, Jensen has always been there for Y/N when she’s needed it the most. Best friends turned roommates, but will he still be there for her when things turn south? Or will his friendship turn into something more?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Two weeks later and you were completely moved into Jensen’s house. Your tiny little apartment had sold quickly, and you used part of the money towards your photography studio, saving the rest for a rainy day.

Moving hadn’t been too hard. The furniture in your apartment had gone to a thrift store, back to where you had first purchased it. Jensen had let you borrow his SUV, and it had only taken one trip to bring your most important possessions to his house. Your room was on the second floor, on the far side away from Jensen with a perfect view of the backyard. Your own huge walk-in closet and bathroom made it a perfect little oasis when you needed to get away from Jensen. Which wouldn’t be often, since he was still busy filming in Vancouver.

It had taken some getting used to, changing your living space from 600 square feet to over four thousand. His place was huge, and so freaking quiet when it was just you. You loved his living room, with the plush couches and the gigantic TV. A TV you would turn up a little louder than necessary, trying to drown out the silence.

Tonight was just like the other nights. A quiet dinner after a busy day at your studio. Wrapped up in your favorite blanket, you had the TV on while you scrolled through your phone. It was only Wednesday, and you were all ready for the weekend. To have your buddy Jensen back to help fill the void you were beginning to feel.

Just then your phone rang, Jensen’s face flashing up on your screen, and you picked the phone up, grateful for the distraction. “Hey, Jay!” You exclaimed, muting the TV.

You could hear people talking behind him, yelling and horns honking. “You must still be on set.”

“Yeah, it’s a late one tonight,” he muttered. “Just wanted to call and see how things are going with you. Settled in?”

“Fully,” you answered. “Even have my favorite chips in the pantry. Oh, and I bought ingredients for that casserole you really liked. Thought I could have that ready on Friday when you get in.”

You could hear the hesitation in his voice. “Listen, I don’t have much time, but that’s why I was calling. Looks like we’re going to have to work longer this week. I don’t think I’m gonna make it home.”

“Really?” You sighed, trying and failing to keep the disappointment from your voice. “Work that rough?”

“We’ve dealt with colds and weather. Even Baby got stuck in the mud. And to keep the episodes coming in a timely manner, we’re filming Saturday. But hey, I can make it up to you next weekend. Dinner at any restaurant you pick. It’s on me.”

You could hear them calling his name, so you let him go, staring down at your phone long after he hung up. You had been really looking forward to this weekend. To spend some time with your best friend. Some time with someone other than the people who paid you to take pictures of them.

“That’s it,” you muttered to yourself, tossing your blanket off and standing up. You weren’t just going to sit at home and feel sorry for yourself. Instead of sitting in silence, eating a thing of raw cookie dough, you bounded up the stairs, forcing yourself to keep moving. Throwing off your sweatshirt you had stolen from Jensen, you pulled on a low-cut black top, pairing it with your favorite ripped jeans. With a quick dab of perfume and lip gloss, you climbed into your little hatchback, turning it towards your favorite bar.

The place was packed. A group of college kids playing pool in the back and a bridesmaid group giggling like crazy in one of the booths. You took the only stool left at the bar, quickly ordering a whiskey. Downing it, you held your fingers up, ordering a second while you glanced around the bar.

Twangy country music played in the background, muffled by the loud laughter of the college boys. They didn’t hold your attention long as you continued to glance around the dimly lit bar. A couple of older gentlemen were the only other ones sitting in a booth. A group of men about your age took the last of the bar stools, watching the football game on the TV. Nothing that interested you, or could take your mind off of things.

“Fine, I’ll stick with the whiskey,” you muttered to yourself, knowing it was the smart thing to do. Whiskey would give you a headache in the morning, but that was it. A slight reprieve for the night.

That Saturday morning you snuggled deeper into your bed, planning on spending the day tucked under the covers. Sure, you’d probably surface at some point to find something to eat, but otherwise, you felt like staying in bed for the day. Then maybe, later in the evening, you would hit that bar again.

“Y/N!” Jensen called out, pushing open your bedroom door. “What the hell are you still doing in bed?”

Sitting straight up, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. “What the hell are you doing home?”

He sank down on the foot of your bed, and you could see how tired he was. “We filmed through the night to get caught up. Jared and I flew home at three in the morning.”

Lifting your blanket, you offered him part of your bed. Sliding in beside you, he yawned. “I did promise you that dinner.”

You snuggled back down into your bed, relieved to have your best friend back home once again. “We can do that later. Right now you need some sleep, and I could use a nap myself.”

He was snoring softly before you even finished your sentence. His long lashes fluttered against his freckled skin, and you pulled the blanket up over his chest. Laying there, you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were to have such an amazing friend such as him. If only you could find someone like him to fall in love with you.

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[dcforts]

[week 4: selfie together]

1.7k, post-canon, non canon compliant.

Three days to impact (moving out with Cas and a bunch of hunter nerds settling into the bunker to set up the Network), and Dean was still elbow deep in messy drawers, sorting through his stuff in one of the research rooms. He couldn’t believe he had managed to hoard that much crap when he spent there not more than six months every year.

Sam had already taken care of most of it and thrown away a lot of junk when he had moved away with Eileen a year or so ago, so Dean had thought that he would be packed in less than a day with what was left. He was wrong.

He was tackling a bunch of phones and chargers all tangled up together, trying to figure out which ones were still working. Between him and Sam they had probably gone through a hundred or so phones, without counting the burners, their dad’s and those of other hunters, passed on after their deaths.

You had to keep them on, check the messages, write down the contacts – for a long time it was the only way to keep the network going and to make sure that no call for help would ever go unanswered.

Hopefully the Network, with Charlie fancy digital system and stolen tech from the Brits, would make things a lot easier. The bunker would become the hunter HQ that it was always meant to be. And Sam and Dean would still go there from time to time, but it would become more like a workplace than an actual home.

Magazines apparently said you had to keep them separated and all that. So, they were trying.

He wasn’t even halfway done when he found his old phone. It was not too ancient or anything and he used to like it just fine, but for Christmas Claire and the girls had gotten him a new one (“not for work!!” said the note attached to it) so he had just dumped it in here.

It had no SIM card, but there were some police contacts (useful) and the Candy Crush app (not useful). He went on to check the gallery and was surprised to find still some pictures in it.

He snorted, seeing one of the last taken – Sam, drunk on Christmas Day, a paper crown askew on his head, trying to focus enough to play Jenga with someone who was out of the shot. Dean didn’t remember who it was anymore. Sam had the most incredible face on.

Oh, there were pictures from when they went to visit Garth! He had taken them at Frontier Stables in Frederic and Dean and Gertie had possibly been equally excited about riding a horse. There were a bunch of pictures of that day, including one Garth had taken of him where he looked like an absolute dork.

Wow, they must have been at least a year or so older, he had totally forgotten about them. Now, he couldn’t just put the phone down and resume his work. He debated with himself (very briefly) if he could afford a break or not and then flopped down on the floor covered in cardboard boxes to look through the rest of the gallery.

Most of the pictures were cases related, articles and crime scenes, then a bunch of landscapes, an amazing looking burger from that joint in Texas.

There was one with Cas that he had taken one night. Dean’s face was on the foreground, on the left, and he was making a funny face, his index finger to his lips. The red couch was visible behind his shoulders and Cas was by his side, his face turned towards the television screen and lighted by it.

They had been cooped up in Dean’s cave for nearly four hours and all that time Sam was freaking out because he didn’t know where they were and he couldn’t find them. When Dean had checked his phone, he had found fourteen missed calls and a bunch of texts. He had sent him that picture back and written shh it's movie night.

Sam had come bursting through the door two seconds later and bitched at him for fifteen minutes for having his phone on silent and then stayed and watched Back to the Future III with them.

This was before he and Cas even got together – well, officially at least.

It felt like so long ago, back when they were all: fingers brushing, intense gazing, losing track of time when alone together. They were so clueless.

It had sorted itself out though. A couple of weeks after that, Dean had fallen asleep on Cas’ shoulder and Cas had spent the rest of the night holding him and he had done that every night since.

Dean smiled and scrolled down, back in time.

More photos on the road, book pages, his car against a pretty sunset. Then a group selfie that they sent to Jody for her birthday. Sam and Eileen were still living at the bunker then and Sam was holding the phone, on account of having three feet long arms. They were standing in the kitchen, Eileen right next to him, under his other arm and Dean next to Eileen.

Cas had appeared on the door as they were getting in position so Sam he had told him to hurry up, get in the frame and he had come to stand next to Dean, stiff like a statue. Sam had said, a little closer, so Dean had slung an arm around his neck and pulled him towards him.

Right when Sam had been about to snap it, Cas had grabbed Dean’s hand, that was dangling over his shoulder. So of course, in the picture Dean looked like a total idiot, with his eyes wide and his lips slightly parted in surprise. He had even stopped breathing a little and Cas next to him had the audacity to look totally oblivious. Dean zoomed in on his face and cackled at himself. God, and what was up with that haircut he had, did he even look at himself in the mirror.

He went on.

A few rows below there was another selfie. It was just him this time and it was terrible, the sunlight making the picture look all wrong, like there was a filter on it. It was a vertical shot that showed just about his face and shoulders.

It had been early in the morning, he was bleary-eyed and there was a little wrinkle in between his eyebrows because he had been in the car waiting for Sam to come back with their coffee for twenty minutes.

Cas had texted him out of the blue, Can you send me a picture of you? and Dean had snapped it and sent it without thinking and then he had written, what do you need it for and Cas had written back, I just miss you. Dean had almost dropped his phone, then put it away and not looked at it until late that night. Yeah, it hadn’t been one of his best moments.

Finally he had managed to pull out the conversation again. He had typed and deleted miss you too and same and same, man about a thousand times and then ended up writing your turn now.

He remembered that Cas had been quick to reply with an even worse shot than the one he had sent. Some blurry picture he had taken under a streetlight, his face wearing an intense expression, as if he needed to focus to tap once on a screen. Still, Dean had looked at it for an hour before he had gone to sleep. What a sap.

Thinking of that photo reminded him of another one. He wondered if? It took a while to find it, but it was there, almost at the end of the gallery, right after a picture of Jody in a ridiculous sun hat from when they all went to the beach for the weekend.

It was there. Their first selfie together. He snorted out loud.

He had been pacing in the map room, cursing at his phone that was stuck with the camera open. He was trying everything and it just wouldn’t close.

Cas had come look over his shoulder while Dean had been furiously tapping, and that was when the screen had frozen and flashed and the result of that was a picture of the two of them from the most unflattering angle, frowning down at the phone. Two half faces, Dean on the right, Cas on the left. Dean thought it was hilarious.

Cas had said, “I think you took a picture,” because he was a great help as usual and Dean had said, “Yeah, no shit Cas,” and eventually had to restart the phone to make it work again.

He couldn’t believe that had happened more than two years ago.

“I’m done with the inventory of the herbs. Are you done in here?” said Cas, poking his head in from the hallway. Dean very obviously wasn’t done, but he was still smiling, so Cas said, “What is it?” and came to crouch beside him to peer at his phone and the infamous selfie, “Why did we take this?”

Dean laughed, “We didn’t. My phone was acting up.”

"And you kept it?"

"Yeah, of course I kept it," Dean said, tilting his phone away, as if Cas would jump him to delete it.

Cas had other priorities. He kissed his temple.

"Okay," he said amused, then, "Do you need help? Charlie is coming over in an hour to set up the - cables."

There were no cables. Cas clearly didn’t know what he was talking about, but Dean had no idea of what Charlie was supposed to do either, so.

"No, just - wait, let's take a picture," he said, grabbing his sleeve before he could get up. Cas settled once again next to him and Dean opened the camera and held his phone up, then got his other arm around Cas’ shoulders.

The light was not great, like anywhere else in the bunker and they looked exhausted after a day's work but still, not a bad sight, if Dean could say so himself.

He focused on Cas on the screen, the little smile on his lips.

He grinned. He was gonna spend the rest of his life with that face, he thought. Jesus.

"Dean?" Cas called, after another moment of nothing.

"Alright, alright," he said and snapped the picture.

@bend-me-shape-me said #deancassummerprompts21 and I said YES