#sam winchester x male oc

[suiternatural]

i’m a sam girly until purgatory dean is brought up.

[dumb-zombie-girl]

Two things I wanna say

1. I'm not going to write smut because I'm too awkward to write it

And

2. Instead of writing y/n I'll be using a oc named raven because writing names is a little bit easier

[lacydollette]

OFFICER ⸻ dean winchester

warnings dean winchester x female!oc, heavy smut, oral (male receiving), face riding, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, slight breeding, explicit language, 18+, wc: 3.5k

summary you have been dealing with a series of bizarre murders, when suddenly two FBI Agents enter the New Orleans Police Department where you are leading the case. You, however, quickly discover that the agents aren't who they claim to be..so you decide to deal with it your way.

Dean Winchester adjusted his FBI Badge, his lips curling into a smirk as he and Sam walked into the building of the New Orleans Police Department. They were here to solve a twisted case—a series of weird ritualistic murders rumored to be tied to a witch. And Dean knew exactly who they needed to talk to.

"Officer Y/N Carter," he said under his breath, glancing at his brother. "She's the lead on this case. And from what I've heard, she knows what she’s doing." Sam raised an eyebrow, catching the glint in Dean's eye. "You mean you've heard she's hot."

Dean grinned. "Can't a guy appreciate a woman's professional skills?" Sam rolled his eyes but didn't press further as they approached the front desk. A young officer glanced up at them, clearly caught off guard by the two suited men.

"Agents...?" she asked, her gaze flicking to their badges. "Sir Abney," Dean said smoothly, flashing his most charming smile. "And this is Agent Moore. We're with the FBI, here to see Officer Carter about an ongoing investigation."

The officer nodded and picked up the phone. Within moments, you stepped into the room, and Dean had to suppress a whistle. You were stunning—tall, with sharp blue eyes that seemed to take in everything at once. Your dark hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, and you moved with the kind of confidence that Dean couldn't help but admire..

He didn't try to hide his smug smile. Typical. You had dealt with enough of these guys to know the look-half admiration, half underestimation. "Agents," you greeted them, voice cool and professional. "I hear you're looking into the same case I am."

"That's right," He said, offering his hand. "Agent Abney. This is my partner, Agent Moore." You shook his hand, grip firm, and Dean couldn't help but notice the slight twitch at the corner of your mouth, as if you were suppressing a smile. "Officer Y/N Carter. I've been working on this case for weeks. It's been... unusual, to say the least."

"That's why we're here," Sam chimed in, his tone more serious. "We've been tracking similar incidents across the state. We think your case might be connected." You nodded, your expression thoughtful as you led them to your desk. "Let's compare notes, then."

As the three of you discussed the details of the case, Dean found himself increasingly drawn to you. You were smart, no doubt about that, and you didn't shy away from speaking your mind. But there was something else, too—a spark between you and Dean that you couldn't ignore. You caught his eyes on you several times during your conversation, and each time, you looked back at him with a mixture of curiosity and longing. He had that charm that could probably get him out of most situations, but you weren't so easy.

After the three of you had gone through all the information, you leaned back in your chair, studying them with sharp eyes. "Well, it looks like we're dealing with the same thing—a unknown woman with a serious grudge and a knack for creative murder."

"Seems that way," Dean agreed, leaning forward slightly, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. "You've been a big help, Officer Carter. I gotta say, it's not every day we come across someone as competent as you in law enforcement."

You raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on your lips. "Is that your way of complimenting me, Agent Abney?" Dean grinned, leaning back in his chair. "Just stating the facts, ma'am."

You chuckled softly, but there was an edge of suspicion in your eyes that Dean didn't miss. "Well, I'm happy to help. But don't think I'm not keeping an eye on you two. I've been doing this job long enough to know when something's off."

"Nothing to worry about, Officer," Dean said smoothly. "We're just here to catch this killer."

"Uh-huh," you said, not entirely convinced. But before either of them could say more, your phone buzzed on the desk. "Excuse me, gentlemen," you said, picking it up and turning slightly away from them. The brothers took the opportunity to exchange a glance—Sam's annoyed and Dean's smug.

"I think we're done here," you said, getting up. "I'll reach out if I find anything else. And you two—keep me updated."

"Will do," Sam said, and Dean gave you a nod before they headed out of the station.

As they left, Dean couldn't shake the feeling that you were more than just a by-the-books cop. And judging by the look you had given him, you weren't quite done with them, either. Something told you that these two had a lot more going on than they said.

Back at your desk, you watched the two 'FBI agents' walk out, your mind already working on unraveling the mystery that was surrounding them. There was something about Dean that didn't add up—besides the fact that he was ridiculously charming. When you'd shaken his hand, there had been a spark, a feeling that you couldn't quite put your finger on. And then there was that name—Abney. You were almost certain you had heard it before, but not in any official capacity.

As soon as they were out of sight, you turned to your computer, pulling up the database. You typed in 'Abney' and 'Moore,' then hit enter. A few seconds later, the screen flashed with the results—nothing. No agents by those names in the FBI database. But then, almost as quickly, a few more results popped up—articles, reports, sightings—all linked to two brothers who had a reputation for impersonating law enforcement.

Winchester. Dean and Sam Winchester.

A slow smile spread across your face. Well, well, well. You had them now. But instead of going straight to your superiors, you decided to play this one a little differently. If Dean wanted to flirt, you'd flirt back—but your way.

You quickly reached down into your pocket, pulling out the sleek little paper card that Agent Abney, better known as Dean Winchester, had given you earlier, then picked up your phone. It was time to see just how far Dean was willing to go.

Later that evening, Dean's phone buzzed as he and Sam were going over their next move. He picked it up, frowning when he saw the message. It was from an unknown number, but the address and the time were clear.

"Meet me at this address after dark. We need to talk. – Y/N." Sam glanced over. "Something up?" Dean grinned. "Looks like Officer Carter wants a little one-on-one time." Sam's expression turned wary. "Dean, we should be focusing on the witch, not..."

"Not what? Pursuing all possible leads?" Dean interrupted with a smirk. "Relax, Sammy. I'll handle this." Sam sighed but didn't argue. "Just be careful." Dean winked. "Aren't I always?"

Your apartment was on the edge of the city, in a quiet, upscale neighborhood. Dean arrived right on time, his nerves buzzing with a mix of anticipation and curiosity. As he walked up to the door, he wondered what exactly you wanted to talk about—but something told him it wasn't just about the case.

He knocked, and after a few seconds, the door swung open. You stood there, dressed casually in jeans and a fitted black shirt, your hair loose around your shoulders. The look you gave him was one of both suspicion and something else—something that made Dean's heart beat a little faster and that kept you from not calling him out just yet.

"Officer Carter," he said with a grin, leaning against the doorframe. "What can I do for you?" You raised an eyebrow, stepping aside to let him in. "You can start by dropping the act, 'Agent Abney.'"

Dean's grin faltered slightly as he stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind him. "I'm not sure what you mean." You crossed your arms, your expression unimpressed. "I mean, I did a little digging after you left. Turns out, you're not FBI. In fact, you're not even a cop."

Dean's stomach dropped. He was usually better at covering his tracks, but you had seen right through him. "Look, I can explain—" You held up a hand, cutting him off. "I'm sure you can. But I'm not interested in your excuses. What I'm interested in is why you're really here."

Dean's mind raced, searching for a way to calm the situation. But before he could come up with anything, you stepped closer, eyes locked on his. "And what I'm really interested in, Dean Winchester, is what you're willing to do to keep this little secret between us."

The way you said his name sent a shiver down his spine. There was no anger in your voice, no threat—just a challenge to see if he would accept. And Dean never could resist a challenge.

"What do you have in mind?" he asked, his voice low as he stepped closer, closing the distance between you two. Your smile was slow, sultry, as you looked up at him. "I think you know, Dean. After all, you've been flirting with me since you walked into that station. So why don't we see if you can back it up?"

Dean's breath hitched. He wasn't often caught off guard, but you definitely had the talent. You were sharp, confident, and undeniably sexy. And the offer you were making? Well, it was one he couldn't refuse. He reached out, his hand sliding to the small of your back as he pulled you closer, his touch sending electric shocks to your skin. "You sure about this?"

You didn't pull away. Instead, you tilted your head slightly, lips curling into a sly smile as your hands rested on his chest, feeling the strong, steady beat of his heart beneath his shirt. "I'm sure, Dean. But this isn't just about keeping your little secret—this is about you proving that all that talk isn't just for show."

You could feel his pulse quickening, your words sparking a fire in him that he hadn't felt in a long time. There was something about you—something in the way you looked at him, the way you challenged him, that made him want to prove himself.

"Trust me, sweetheart," Dean murmured, his voice husky as he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. "I never make promises I can't keep." A shiver ran down your spine, your breath catching in your throat as his words washed over you. You hadn't expected to be so affected by him—hadn't expected the way his touch would make your knees go weak.

But you weren't about to let him know just how much power he had over you, not yet. This was still a game, and you weren't going to lose.

"Then show me," you whispered back as you leaned into him, lips brushing against the stubble on his jaw. "Show me what you've got, Winchester." And Dean didn't need any more convincing.

In one swift motion, he closed the remaining distance between you two, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both fierce and possessive. You responded immediately, hands sliding up to tangle in his hair as you pulled him closer, matching his intensity with your own.

The kiss deepened, becoming a battle for dominance as your tongues clashed and your breaths mingled. Dean's hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve, every line, while your nails dug into his shoulders, daring him to take it further.

He backed you up against the wall, the hard surface pressing against your back as his lips trailed down your neck. Your head fell back, eyes fluttering shut as you give yourself to the pleasure. It was intoxicating, the way he made you feel, the way he took control. But you weren't about to let him have it all his way.

With a sudden burst of strength, you pushed him back, flipping your positions so that he was the one against the wall. He looked momentarily surprised, but then his lips curled into a wicked grin, his eyes darkening with desire. "Feisty," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "I like that."

"Good," you shot back, voice breathless but steady as you trailed your hands down his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

You kissed him again, hard and demanding, pouring everything you had into it. Dean responded equally, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you closer, pressing your bodies together. The world outside melted away, leaving only the two of you.

You both stumbled towards the couch, lips never parting, your hands never stopping their exploration. Dean's shirt was the first to go, quickly followed by yours, leaving you both bare to the waist, skin burning with each touch.

You pushed him down onto the couch, straddling his lap as you looked down at him, eyes blazing with lust. "You're not getting off easy, Dean. If I'm keeping your secret, I want something in return."

Dean's hands gripped your thighs, his eyes locked on yours, filled with a hunger that matched your own. "Whatever you want, sweetheart. Just say the word." You leaned down, lips brushing against his as you whispered, "I want all of you, Dean. I want you to make me forget everything except this moment."

And with that, any ounce of restraint you two had left crumbled. Dean's hands moved to unfasten your jeans, his fingers working with practiced ease as he stripped away the barriers between you. Your hands were just as eager, tugging at his belt, then his pants, until you were both bare and aching for each other.

Your eyes admired the men underneath you, his muscular chest heavily raising up and down as he observed you. You were quick to press a few kisses to his stomach before shifting your naked body down so that your lips were on the same level as his hard length.

Desire was burning in your eyes as you peeked up at Dean who was already tensing up, knowing what was bound to happen. Without another second passing your plump lips wrapped around his tip, cheeks hallowing as you began sucking, earning a deep growl from him.

Slurping sounds began to fill the four walls of your living room as you took him down your throat, the noises that left Dean's lips satisfying you. "What a cockslut," Dean grunted. His dirty words making your core tingle, pressing your thighs together as you started to suck him off at your own pace now, getting a slight taste of his precum in the process.

As he started to buckle his hips up just second later and shove his cock further down your throat you knew that he wasn't going to last any longer. Dean reached down to take your hair in his grip, tugging on it as he fastened his movements. You were drooling and spitting already when Dean finally released himself into your mouth, feeling the warmth of his cum on your tongue. You teasingly licked the corner of your lips clean as you stared up at him, and you could tell by the smug look on his face that he wasn't done yet.

Dean harshly pulled your fragile body up to him, his calloused hands pulling at your hips, shifting your frame towards his face with ease. He needed to devour you, and he needed you now. "Can't wait to taste you, sweetheart." He muttered from inbetween your thighs, his warm breath falling against you.

The softness of your skin on top of him, his rough hands gripping tightly on your hips and rubbing your ass cheeks created a familiar sensation you were aching for all day. Every touch of him felt like being electrocuted.

Moans began to escape your lips as he guided you to move against him, your core rutting into his face, tongue now lapping at your entrance as his nose brushed against your sensitive nub. Dean definitely took his time with you, devouring your wetness in smooth motions, his warm tongue licking through you, again and again.

You felt the knot in your lower belly growing as Dean moved up to suck at your clit, while two of his fingers prodded at your entrance before slipping in with ease. You felt so full with his fingers inside you. You arched your back at the intense pleasure Dean was giving you, your sweet whimpers filling the room.

Dean immediately knew that you were on the verge of releasing, until it happened right in front of his eyes. Your legs trembled, hands gripping onto strands of his hair, while his rough grip on your hips forced you to still move against him while you rode out your high.

He let his tongue slip through your folds one last time before pulling back, his lips covered by your wetness, making them glisten in the dimly lit room. "You're addicting." Dean growled, his green eyes staring up at you while you were still catching your breath.

It was just when you were about to move off of him that Dean grabbed your weak-kneed body and threw it back down, back pressed against the soft fabric of the couch. He was still aching for more.

He crawled over you, grabbing your hips and rubbing his tip between your folds before pushing all of him inside, earning something between a gasp and a moan that sounded too good in his ears falling from your lips.

"You are taking me so fucking good," Dean began praising and kissing you, his breathy voice making you clench around his cock. His hips met yours with every thrust as he found the perfect pace to fuck you right through it. The friction between you electric.

You felt his hands grabbing your breasts as they bounced with each thrust, playing gently with your nipples, adding extra pleasure to your body. It was raw, it was intense, and exactly what you both had wanted. "Yeah, just like that..." Dean muttered in between his own moans, his fingers finding their way to your clit, moving them in circles, and forcing another orgasms out of you.

As your walls clenched around him you could tell by the way his movements got sloppier that he wasn't too far from releasing himself again. You pulled him down, lips hungrily devouring eachother as you moaned into his mouth, "you fill me up so well."

Dean pounded into you a few more times before he spilled inside you, little droplets of sweat had built up on his forehead as you brushed his hair back with your hands, his hips still moving painfully slow, some of his seeds spilling out of you.

He then collapsed right next to you, his body tightly pressed against yours while your heart was still racing from the intensity of what you two had just shared. Dean's arms wrapped around you, holding you close as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, his own breath coming in ragged gasps.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke, content to just hold each other, to let the silence stretch between you two. Finally, you pulled back slightly, looking at him with a satisfied smile. "Well, Dean, I think you've more than earned your secret."

Dean chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver through you. "Glad to hear it. But something tells me this isn't the last time you're gonna hold something over me." You grinned, leaning in to brush your lips against his. "Maybe not. But you know what? I'm okay with that."

Dean's smile softened as he looked at you, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair out of your face. "You're something else, Y/N Carter." "So are you, Dean Winchester," you whispered back, "So are you."

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The Curse That Changed Your Life - Part 2 Chapter 1

With the witch taken care of, your hopes of being human gone, and dealing with sensations and emotions you hadn't before, life didn't seem like it was going to get much better. How would he look at you in the morning after what you'd said to him? What would you do after this? What would the next month hold, and how much like a cat were you? There were far too many questions you didn't have answers to and didn't want to ask. Would you find any answers in the month to come? Only time would tell.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OC Reader/You

18+ MDNI Due to Content

Word Count: 7325

Warnings: Fluff, Dean being a sweetheart, Dean being Dean, Flirting, Dirty thoughts - not too graphic, Reader being "bratty", Nothing actually happens, Mature themed.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 1

It was past noon, and you were still sleeping. You’d been up long into the morning hours attempting to scratch the itch Dean had inadvertently started. Hours had passed after he’d left, and you’d lost count of how many times you had cum before exhaustion had taken hold.

Your body was sore as you glanced at the clock, half asleep, before finally crawling out of bed. Relief washed over you when you didn’t feel the symptoms of your cycle. You grabbed a comfortable change of clothes and headed for a shower, needing to wash the last few days, and especially the night before, off of you.

Your ears twitched with sounds from around the bunker, including the other four occupants and a male voice you didn’t recognize. After closing the bathroom door, you attempted to strip out of your clothes, even with all your muscles screaming at you as you did. The hot water pouring down over you, though, with the pressure, helped things relax a bit. 

Even after washing, you stayed under the steady stream, letting the heat soak into every tender spot on you. The bathroom was full of steam when you finally climbed out and dried off. You dressed in a comfy pair of sweats, a baggy shirt, and a pair of socks, then headed to the kitchen for coffee, even if it was almost one.

You made it as far as the war room before you got startled by a stranger in a trenchcoat.

“It’s okay, it’s just Cas,” Sam told you, now standing almost next to you.

“Is she the cat girl you and Dean found?” Cas asked quite curiously.

“Yes, Cas. Her name is Y/N. Don’t treat her like a cat, though,” Sam told him.

“She’s adorable,” Cas cooed. Cas had a thing for cats, and you were part cat, and that was enough for Cas to find you just as cute.

Dean had been sitting in the library but made his way into the war room after hearing what had been said, “Come on, Y/N, how about some coffee?” he suggested, setting his hand on the small of your back, guiding you in that direction.

Once the two of you were in the kitchen, “Thank you for that,” you told him, grabbing a cup out of the cabinet.

“Anytime, Sweetheart,” he chuckled, setting up the pot to brew for you.

“I’m sorry, about yesterday,” you mumbled shyly, setting your cup down near the pot before sitting at the table.

Dean sighed and sat across from you, “You don’t have to apologize. I’m not mad, and I’m not upset about it.” He took note of your expression and how droopy your ears had gotten. “Look, I was serious. I want to get to know you, and I didn’t want you to regret me staying yesterday. It’s the only reason I didn’t.”

“Thank you,” you told him, but this time there was a softness with your words.

“You’re welcome. We don’t even have to talk about it, if you don’t want to,” he replied before glancing at the coffee pot, then headed over to it.

“I’ve just never had that happen before. Knowing the curse can’t be broken…” you trailed off, trying to put your thoughts into a coherent sentence. “If I was with anyone, I could see that time being a problem,” you sighed, fidgeting with your fingers as you leaned on the table.

He returned to his spot across from you, setting your cup down near your hands. Before you could thank him, though, he set his hand over yours, and you stopped fidgeting.

“Hey, I’m sure there are plenty of things about what you are that you haven’t completely figured out yet. I know I already said it, but I’ll say it again. I do want to get to know you. I hunt monsters for a living, and I’m okay with weird. Although, I don’t see you as either of those things,” he told you as he gently rubbed your wrist with his thumb.

“Why would you even want to get to know me? You could have literally any woman you wanted,” you blurted out quietly. Then, you wanted to kick yourself for saying it. There were times your mouth ran away without you, and now was one of those times. Often, you wondered if you had lost that between-brain and mouth filter that most people had.

Dean was a little shocked at first, but then he started laughing, making you look up at him, as your ears perked up at the sound. He looked utterly amused at what you had just said, like it was a joke or something. No matter how adorable and handsome he looked while laughing, it annoyed you slightly.

“I’m serious, Dean. You’re sweet, insanely attractive, strong, and caring, and you put everyone else before yourself. And don’t even get me started on your eyes or the way you smirk,” you told him quite seriously, which only made Dean laugh more.

He was laughing so hard that it had drawn the attention of the others, who were now standing in the kitchen near the doorway. Dean was attempting to catch his breath, his hand on his chest, but you had narrowed your eyes, crossed your arms, and were just staring at him.

“Everything okay in here?” Charlie asked cautiously.

“Oh… my… God,” Dean said between laughter and trying to breathe, “She’s fucking adorable.”

All their eyes were on you now when Sam spoke up, “What’d we miss?” he asked, completely puzzled, seeing the difference in your and Dean’s demeanor.

You made a quiet growl of annoyance before grabbing your coffee, moving past the other four, and heading out to the library, your tail flicking with your annoyance.

“Dean, what the hell just happened?” Cas asked, just as confused as the rest of them.

It was at that point he realized that you had been utterly serious, and he stopped laughing, now looking toward the doorway you’d gone through. “Apparently, she doesn’t understand why I like her and want to get to know her,” he answered, still in some shock and mostly with a blank expression as his mind raced.

“That doesn’t explain much,” Eileen told him, crossing her arms.

Charlie motioned for Eileen to follow her, and the two found you in the library, leaving the guys in the kitchen.

“Hey, what happened?” Charlie asked softly, sitting next to you as she set her hand on your shoulder.

You’d been staring at the coffee in your cup, lost in your thoughts, “I just don’t get it. I’m not even human. Why’s he even interested in me? He could have anyone. Hell, he could have someone human.” You mostly rambled it all out, but Eileen had been able to at least read your lips from where she had sat down.

Eileen and Charlie shared a look before Charlie put her attention back on you, “He may act like this big macho guy, but… deep down, he’s just a big teddy bear. I’ve seen the way he looked at your missing person pictures. I swear, he likes you far more than he’s letting on.” “Still doesn’t explain why me,” you mumbled before taking a sip of your coffee.

“You don’t treat him like he’s a monster because of what he does. You stand your ground and don’t let him get away with stupid stuff. Sam shared with us how the two of you have been over the last month,” Eileen explained.

It was something you hadn’t considered. You’d never looked at or thought him a monster for being a hunter. It was weird, but he wasn’t a monster. If anything, you had seen him more like a silent, invisible hero who looked out for everyone.

“Y/N, you’re sweet too, even toward him. Even I’ve seen it. You’ve got a good heart,” Charlie told you, giving you a sweet smile. “Pretty sure the ears and tail only attract him to you more,” she added with a giggle, “I know it would me.”

You blushed at her compliment and couldn’t help but smile a little, “Thanks, guys,” you replied, finally looking up at them.

Maybe I can’t have normal, but perhaps that’s not a bad thing either. 

The more you thought about what they had said, the more you realized that there was nothing normal about Dean’s life. Sam and Cas came out to the library, sitting down where they had been, but Dean wasn’t with them, which puzzled you a little.

Did I upset him with how I reacted?

Your gaze drifted to the hallway that led to the kitchen, still thinking about what the girls had said when Sam pulled you from your thoughts.

“He’s cooking you breakfast. He feels bad,” Sam chuckled, his nose now stuck in a book.

“Can I pet you?” Cas asked, smiling like a child.

For a moment, all you could do was blink at him blankly. Angels are weird. 

“No, Cas. She’s not a cat,” Sam told him without looking up from his book.

“But, her ears, and her fluffy tail. Please,” he practically begged.

“Uh, do angels understand, um… erogenous zones on humans?” you asked, now staring at Cas in a mix of shock and embarrassment.

“Not really,” Sam sighed, looking up at Cas now. “Cas. You can’t touch those. She’s not like a cat like that, okay?”

“Oh, so they are for fornication,” he said as realization washed across his face.

All you could do was blush deeply and stare at your coffee. You wanted to thank Sam but were too embarrassed to even open your mouth at the moment. Yeah, you were used to guys at the club, but this environment was very different, as well as the way they interacted with you.

Charlie chuckled, finding Cas funny. That was mostly due to how he spoke and the terms he used. Sam just shook his head, but at least Cas understood. The aroma of bacon, eggs, sausage, and toast began wafting out of the kitchen. Even from the distance you were, you could smell it. 

You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply through your nose, purring softly with how delectable it smelt. Cas watched you, head cocked and amused, mainly at the fact that you were purring. Without hesitation, you grabbed your cup and headed into the kitchen, still purring softly. You refilled your cup before sitting down at the table.

“You really know the way to a woman’s heart,” you purred, the scent of bacon making you salivate and your stomach grumble.

The tips of Dean’s ears turned red, and he didn’t turn to look at you when he answered, “Uh, thanks,” he chuckled out nervously.

You had gotten over being shy once you’d decided to go into dancing. Knowing that Dean did want to get to know you, there was no point in shying away from him or pretending you didn’t find the man more than attractive. With the type of men you’d had to deal with for over the last year, Dean was the sweetest one by far. 

Your tail began swaying playfully at your side as you took a sip of your coffee, just watching him for a moment. “Do I make you nervous?” you finally asked him, a playfulness in your tone that he picked up.

At first, he didn’t answer. So, you just listened, more to his heartbeat and breathing than anything. Just as you smirked a little, he answered you, “I just don’t want you to bite my head off for saying the wrong thing.”

Realization finally dawned on you. You’d sort of yelled at him that first night and had been firm in shutting him up when he’d said certain things to you. “I’m sorry about that. I just,” you sighed and looked down at your coffee. “I just didn’t want to deal with a guy making comments about my looks after dealing with all those guys at the club. You’re different, and I know that now. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?” you asked, feeling a little guilty.

Dean plated up the breakfast he’d made you, joining you at the table as he sat across from you. For a moment, he just looked at you as you smiled down at the plate of food. “I’ll forgive you. On one condition,” he replied, cocking his head to the side with a smirk that had you wondering what evil little thoughts were running through the man’s head.

“Depends on the condition,” you replied back, deadpanned.

Your lack of reaction only made him chuckle and lean back, “That I get to compliment you, and you can’t yell at me.”

You completely relaxed, almost finding his request somewhat cute, “Okay,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders before you began eating.

He was pretty surprised that you had agreed so readily to what he’d said and even debated testing the waters, at least until he looked at you eating. Your ears weren’t droopy anymore. Now, they were standing normally, but the softness in your expression and the way your tail swayed lazily next to you made him realize you were relaxed, content. 

You ate quietly, knowing he was watching you, but didn’t point it out. It felt different, and that was what mattered to you. He wasn’t eyeing you like you were some piece of meat. He was looking at you like you were a person, and that meant more to you than you had words for. 

“Breakfast for lunch was amazing, thank you,” you told him with that soft smile as you stood, dirty dishes in hand.

“Anytime, Sweetheart,” he replied, smiling up at you.

Since he cooked, I’ll do cleanup.

The thought made you smile as you began doing just that. Dean watched as you gracefully moved around the kitchen. He couldn’t help but have other thoughts on his mind, as well as all the questions he so desperately wanted to ask you. 

The silence between the two of you wasn’t awkward as you hummed quietly, washing the dishes now that the counter, island, and stove were cleaned up. 

“You know, the ears and tail only make you cuter,” Dean mused from the table.

You almost appreciated the way he’d said it, even if those kinds of compliments weren’t something you were used to. A mischievous smirk pulled at your lips, “Are you trying to figure out what will make me blush?” 

“Oh, Sweetheart, if I wanted to make you blush, you’d know,” he replied, and you could hear the smirk in his tone, not even needing to look over at him.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you chuckled, rinsing what you’d washed. “So, what do you want to know about me?”

There were some things you’d shared with not only the brothers but also with the girls. However, you’d kept a lot to yourself, not wanting to get too comfortable in a place you figured you wouldn’t be staying once the witch had been taken care of. Now, though, things were different. The curse couldn’t be broken, and you were still coming to terms with that.

“Well,” Dean began, turning on the bench seat so he could face you. “What do you like to do for fun?”

That made you pause, just as you were placing the last clean dish in the drainer. It’d been a while since you thought about doing anything for fun. “Um, before the curse, I liked reading and watching movies,” you finally answered.

You set the last dish in the drainer, dried your hands, and then sat across from Dean. “What kind of movies?” he asked, quizically, now turned toward you.

“You’ll laugh,” you replied with a chuckle.

“Maybe, but I still want to know,” he smirked.

“I like Disney movies, sci-fi, action, adventure, and even the occasional chick flick,” you told him, smiling a little at the ease of being able to just talk to him.

He did laugh, only a little, though. “Don’t tell Sam, but I like Disney movies too,” he told you, holding his hand up near the side of his mouth as he practically whispered the words to you like it was some big secret.

“Dean, I already know you like Disney movies. You admitted to me how much you love Dorey,” Sam chuckled, startling Dean, which only made you giggle a little.

You had heard him come into the kitchen but had kept your attention on Dean, and now you were glad you did. The look Dean gave his brother was a mix of deadpan and bitch face, making you stifle another giggle. 

“Bitch,” Dean said flatly.

“Jerk,” Sam chuckled, shaking his head in amusement, grabbing three beers from the fridge. “If you two want to talk uninterrupted, there’s always the Dean Cave,” he added as he headed back to the library.

“What are they looking for?” you asked when Sam left, looking back at Dean.

He sighed, and his smile faded, “They’re still trying to find a way to turn you back.”

“It might not be so bad, being stuck like this, as long as I didn’t have to go back to dancing,” you told him, tilting your head just a bit with a small, soft smile.

“You’re welcome to stay here. You’re great at research,” he replied, biting his lip for a moment, attempting to hide another interested smirk.

You chuckled quietly, reading him a little easier these days versus the first day you’d met him, which felt like so long ago now. “So, why me? Why do you even like me or want to get to know me? You didn’t answer me earlier,” you asked, a little hesitantly. 

It was something you had wanted to hear from him. There was what the others had said, but to you, those were just what they speculated. You needed something from him that would allow your mind and emotions to calm themselves and let him get close. 

Dean didn’t seem surprised by your questions, but he did look like he was attempting to find words, “Let’s take this to the Dean Cave. I’d rather not have Sam walk in and give me more shit.” 

That made you chuckle quietly. The way the two interacted with each other was interesting, to say the least. They were joking around one minute and giving each other shit the next, but all on a playful familial level. Seeing the connection between the two always made you smile, as it was heartwarming to you.

“Alright,” you replied, wondering what Sam would give him shit about that had to do with your questions. 

He took your hand in his and led you to the Dean Cave. The others in the library watched in amusement as the two of you passed through the war room. The Dean Cave, as he had named it, was like a man cave. It had a foosball table behind the small sofa, which had two recliners sporting each side. There was a bar he’d quickly put together past that on the far wall. In front of the sitting area was a small coffee table, and in front of that was where his pride and joy sat—a huge flatscreen TV on a small shelf. There was a bookshelf that held vinyl records and cassettes of his favorite music and a jukebox nearby that only played vinyl. He’d even hung some AC/DC and Zepplin posers on the walls, as well as a framed vinyl record of Kansas’ Point of Know Return album. You had found the poster of an Impala adorable, along with the neon beer signs and posters, with four kegs hanging from the ceiling.

Dean poured himself a drink while you sat on the small sofa near the armrest, your tail swaying lazily over your lap with how you sat. He offered you one, but you declined, at least for now, so he sat on the other side of the small sofa. 

He sipped his drink, formulating what he wanted to say to answer your question while you watched him. That wasn’t making it easy for him to think as clearly as he would have liked, as he kept glancing over at you.

“I’m not good at… this,” he finally admitted, sighing.

“I’m not gonna judge you or yell at you, even if it doesn’t come out how you want it to,” you tried to reassure him.

He rubbed his free hand down his face with a groan, leaning forward where he sat, “When I got to your hometown and started asking about you, everyone had such nice things to say about you. It was, well, kinda like I got to see you, through their eyes.” He knew it sounded stupid, but it was true.

You tilted your head a bit, just listening, now even more curious than you had been before. It was a perception you hadn’t considered before now. 

“Then, with how you covered your tracks after you left,” he paused, chuckling a little, “it impressed me. Not a lot of people are that smart. Hell, took me a year and a half to find you. When I wasn’t working on another case, you always seemed to drift through my mind.”

He’s far sweeter than he shows anyone.

Dean sipped his drink again, unable to look over at you, “But, then I saw you dance,” and a smirk played along his lips at the memory, “and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Yes, I want to get to know you, but I want to do far more than just that.”

Not much made you blush, but that did, and he did catch it out of the corner of his eye, only increasing the devilish smirk on his lips. With your line of work, not too many things affected you in a sexual way, but his words had shot straight to your core. A light warmth radiated through your body, and it was difficult not to think about him in far too many ways that didn’t include clothing.

“Sweetheart, you have no idea how hard it was to walk away from you last night. I was awake, hearing you alone in your room,” he groaned low, licking his lips at the memory, only making you shift slightly in your seat with what his words were doing to you. 

He took a breath, then finished his drink before he looked over at you, that seductive smirk still on his damned lips, “I just don’t want you to think that’s all I want from you.” Even with that look of want in his eyes, the sincerity of his words was what made your heart flutter. 

Your lips had parted slightly, attempting to calm your breathing, but you quickly closed them and had to look more at your lap. He’d managed to completely distract your thoughts at this point. You wondered if he even considered the fact that you hadn’t been with anyone since before you’d been cursed. 

Dean watched you, seeing how his words had affected you. It was better than the outcome that had played through his head. He tended to think of the worst possible outcome so he could prepare for it accordingly. The longer you stayed quiet though, allowed worry to slip into his mind.

“Say something, please,” he asked quietly, going to retrieve himself another drink.

The time had slipped by, and you hadn’t realized how long you’d been quiet, lost in your thoughts. When your gaze finally did find him, you could tell something was bothering him. “Sorry, your answer surprised me,” you explained, attempting not to blush, again.

He raised an eyebrow as he made his way back to his seat, “How so?” he asked, and you could hear the curiosity he had.

“I just, I never thought anyone would want to get to know me, not since the curse anyway,” you explained, trying not to sound shy, embarrassed, or nervous. “Let alone anything else,” you added, very shyly, unable to explain further how you meant it.

Dean smiled that happy, ear-to-ear smile, setting his drink on the table and debating his next move. He didn’t want to rush anything, no matter how badly he wanted you, in every way you’d let him have you.

He turned in his seat so that he was sitting more to face you now, taking in all the little things most people overlooked. Your tail was flicking, far more playfully than he would have thought, given your demeanor. Even your ears twitched and moved in a similar manner. There was the light blush still in your cheeks while you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. He also saw the mix of hope and desire in your eyes, even if you couldn’t meet his gaze. 

“Tell you what. Why don’t we just talk about regular stuff and let me get to know you before you think about anything else,” he offered, happy you were still sitting there thus far and hadn’t rejected him.

Somehow, you managed to take a deep breath, although it was shaky. Slowly, you looked up and into those wonderfully beautiful emerald green eyes that almost sparkled in the dim light. “Thanks. I’m just not used to talking to people anymore,” you admitted, giving him a thankful smile.

So, the two of you took turns asking and answering questions. The two of you had quite a bit in common, surprising both of you—love of classic rock, red meat, bacon, pie, and sleeping in. You like country, at least some of it, among a few other genres, which he wasn’t a fan of. Whereas he enjoyed working on cars and you found it to be more of a chore. 

You were surprised to learn that he liked chick flick kind of movies, like The Princess Bride. He loved Westerns, though, and his pout when you told him you didn’t like them was adorable. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his fear of flying when he hunted monsters, but you did understand his reasoning for it. He had no control over the plane. At least when he was hunting, he could control himself and most of the situation with whatever monster he was up against.

Dean shared some rather dark things from his past, explaining his reasoning for drinking like he did sometimes. It made sense to you. You’d even turned to alcohol to drown out parts of your life since you’d been cursed. It was nothing like the horrors he had gone through, though.

You shared some of the things that had happened to you since you’d started dancing at the club, like breaking the one guy’s nose. Dean found your stories amusing, mostly because you put men twice your size in their place for overstepping boundaries. 

“Were you two gonna spend all night in here or join us for dinner?” Charlie asked, popping in the doorway, making you both jump.

“Who cooked?” Dean asked, looking over at her.

“Sam, why?” she asked, confused.

“I’m not having rabbit food for dinner,” he stated, deadpanned, making you giggle.

“It’s healthy, carnivore,” Charlie sassed back at him like a little sister, “Besides, he made baked chicken to go with the rabbit food.”

Dean grumbled a little but looked over at you, “Hungry?”

“A little,” you replied, trying not to chuckle at how adorable he was being.

He rolled his eyes but got up anyway, holding his hand out for you to take, “Come on, unless you’d rather just the two of us eat in here,” he suggested, giving you quite a playful smirk.

You could no longer stifle the giggle, looking up at him, “You’re adorable,” you teased playfully, taking his hand.

Dean gently pulled you off the couch, “Well?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“We spent the last how many hours in here? The least we could do is have dinner with everyone,” you replied, shaking your head slightly in amusement.

“Come on, lovebirds,” Charlie teased as she headed to the kitchen.

You watched as that mask of his began to come back up, and you sighed a little, “Hey, why do you do that?” you asked softly but curiously.

“Do what?” he asked, acting as if he had no clue what you were referencing.

You narrowed your eyes at him, “That. You put up this face or mask. It’s like you don’t want anyone to know what’s really going on with you.”

Dean grumbled a little, looking away from you and letting go of your hand, “I don’t want Sam to tease me, alright,” he told you, then headed to the kitchen, leaving you standing there, a little confused.

His words played out on repeat in your head as you made your way to the kitchen. They were all sitting around the table with Charlie sitting on the island, her plate in her lap. Dean had saved a seat next to him for you, so you sat there. There was some conversation during dinner, but your mind was still on what Dean had said. You listened, though, noticing how Dean teased his little brother about things with Eileen. It was all out of love for each other, and you knew that, but you wondered why Dean didn’t want to be teased. 

Why does he seem to need to act so macho around everyone, even if he does know how to be silly and goofy like a little kid sometimes? 

It was a question you wanted to ask but weren’t going to do that in front of everyone. 

“So, are you two officially a couple now?” Charlie pipped in, making Dean nearly choke on the drink of beer he’d taken, “Or is this one of those, friends-with-benefits sort of arrangements?”

Something you’d learned about Charlie, she was just as mouthy as you used to be. Without missing a beat, you responded, “Hard to be a couple when he hasn’t asked me to go out with him. Can’t even be friends with benefits since he hasn’t made a move in that regard either.”

You kept a straight face and a serious tone, which only made what you’d said turn Dean’s cheeks a deeper shade of red as Sam, Charlie, and Eileen laughed. You had thought about bringing up that he’d been the one to turn you down, but understanding his reasoning, that seemed cruel, so didn’t.

“Oh, you’re askin’ for it now,” Dean glared at you, but you saw the mischief in his eyes, so you gave him a playfully challenging smirk.

“Should we go find a motel for the night?” Sam chuckled, unable to help himself.

You shrugged as if it didn’t matter, “He hasn’t made a move, so it probably isn’t necessary,” again managing to keep that serious, nonchalant attitude, even though you were really enjoying this. Dean sucked his teeth, with a look of debate as he stared at you. That alone made it almost impossible to keep a straight face. You could see the way his jaw, tongue, and lips moved with his thoughts, the mental debate going through his head. 

Without looking over at him, barely keeping that serious tone, “What? We got to know each other, and neither of us ran off,” you shrugged. 

What you didn’t plan on was what Dean did next. He had slipped his hand behind you, and his fingers found the base of your tail where it met your spine. Your eyes went wide, your body freezing at his touch. He smirked as he rubbed that spot, similar to how he’d rubbed the spot near your ear. 

Your cat-like reflexes kicked in, and you moved not only out of your spot but halfway across the kitchen in one swift motion, glaring at him. All he did was smirk, leaning his elbow on the table and resting his chin on his palm.

“What’s wrong, Sweetheart? You can dish it out but can’t take the heat when you’re the target,” he asked, smirking at how pleased with himself he was.

“At least I kept my hands to myself,” you retorted back, crossing your arms, but the way your tail swayed playfully completely gave away your mood.

The others stayed quiet for now, watching the scene unfold before them, utterly amused.

“Oh, I didn’t know there were rules to this game,” Dean feigned ignorance.

Technically, there weren’t any actual rules, you both knew that, and no matter how embarrassed you were, you weren’t about to admit that.

“Just remember, Winchester, turn about is fair play,” you told him and quickly left the kitchen. 

You weren’t upset. God, you were far from upset. You needed the space to compose yourself. He probably had no idea how badly he’d just turned you on. The spot was still tingling where he’d touched, and it was sending ripples of warmth to your core, causing your walls to clench around nothing.

It took you rubbing that spot, through your clothes to get the tingling to finally stop, letting out a breath of relief. At least you’d eaten most of your meal. Your mind could no longer focus on anything other than Dean’s hands. The way he’d touched that spot had you daydreaming about his hands on every inch of your body while you leaned your back against the map table, hands gripping it next to you. 

So much for not thinking about him like that! 

You berated yourself mentally as you took slow, deep breaths, focusing on anything that was in the room to keep your thoughts from running away in your mind. Then, an idea struck you, as a devilish smile danced across your lips, and a low, mischievous chuckle came out.

Time for some payback.

Smirking to yourself, you went to your room. Sam didn’t look at you as anything other than an innocent that needed help with a curse. Charlie looked but respected that you weren’t into girls, and Eileen was completely into Sam. Cas, being an angel, wasn’t into “fornication,” as he had called it. 

You went through your drawers, finding the cutest, skimpiest sleep outfit you had. The smirk never left your lips as you changed into the short night shorts and a halter tank top that went with them, both in a beautiful shade of deep purple. You liked these little shorts since they hugged your hips, giving plenty of room for your tail without having to modify them. 

I don’t have to touch him to get to him. I was being nice before. No more Miss Nice Girl.

Everything important was at least covered, even if you bent over—although barely. You braided your hair so that more of your backside showed. You smiled to yourself as you put your other clothes away before heading back toward the kitchen. Before you reached the end of the hallway, you could hear them in the library, so headed that way.

Charlie was the first to see you from where she was sitting, and the look in her eyes was all hunger as she licked her lips, eyeing you up and down. That got everyone else’s attention. Eileen just rolled her eyes and went back to her book. Sam found it fairly amusing but his eyes went to his brother, who would have been drooling if it weren’t for the fact that he was attempting to keep his composure. Cas was just confused.

“Too bad you aren’t into girls,” Charlie sighed, having a hard time not looking at you and focusing on the book in front of her. “Lucky fuck,” she mumbled under her breath.

Dean licked his lips, sucking his bottom one between his teeth before letting it out slowly, leaning back in his seat and eyeing you from head to toe. 

“Sorry, Charlie,” you chuckled, finding a seat across from Dean and making eye contact with him. “What? You’ve seen me in far less,” you smirked playfully, yet teasingly. 

“Barely,” he shot back quickly, although you did notice how his eyes had gone a shade darker.

“Told you, turn about was fair play,” you bantered with a light flirt before turning your attention to Sam, “So, anything I can help with?”

“Yeah, but it's got nothin’ to do with research,” Dean mumbled under his breath, and you were the only one to hear it.

Before Sam could answer you, you turned your attention to Dean, “Oh, smartass? At least I’m keeping my hands to myself.”

“And, that’s my cue,” Sam stated, quickly standing, grabbing his stuff, and going to his room, Eileen right behind him.

Cas and Charlie were both watching the two of you, completely curious about how this was going to turn out.

“Sweetheart, you seemed to like it when I didn’t keep my hands to myself,” Dean smirked, leaning on the table so he was that much closer to you.

Why does he have to smell so damn good?

“Probably as much as you enjoy undressing me with your eyes,” you sassed back with a smirk to match.

For a split second, he looked shocked that you had even noticed, but he quickly recovered his composure. “It’s the gentlemanly thing to do. I won’t take advantage of you,” he said in a low, deep tone that felt as though it vibrated through your body.

So far, he was winning this little teasing match, and you knew it, but you weren’t quite ready to back down just yet. You gave a nonchalant shrug, “We were alone for the last almost five hours, and you never made a move. I’d say you just prefer to tease me, that you aren’t that good and can’t please me,” you sassed with a challenging tone.

Charlie moved her hand to cover her now gaping mouth, in utter shock that you had gone there. All Dean did was smirk, leaning back in his chair. “Care to test that, Sweetheart?” he asked seductively, pushing the matter. All he was waiting for was the challenge at this point.

Cas was about to open his mouth, but Dean held up a hand, silencing him. Dean knew that Cas would have been able to convince you to retract your earlier statement, and he really wanted you to push this.

You leaned back in your chair, taking in his expression, his relaxed nature, and how evenly his heart was beating. It was enough to make you second-guess pushing this, but that stubborn side of you wasn’t about to give in, not yet. You crossed your arms over your chest, thinking.

“What’s the matter? Worried your little accusation isn’t accurate?” he teased you, egging you on.

Narrowing your eyes, you leaned a little closer, “You’re nothing but talk. I don’t believe you know how to please,” you said fairly defiantly.

“God, you’re sexy when you get bratty,” he smirked like he had the most indecent things running through his mind. “Challenge accepted.”

“Wait? What?” you asked, a little taken aback at the route he’d gone. Yeah, you’d meant to push him, but you hadn’t intended for it to come out as a challenge. Well, at least not in that way. You were challenging him, but it had been mostly because you wanted him to make a move on you and not with how he’d done it earlier in the kitchen.

“And that’s my cue,” Charlie said, gathering her things. Cas, I suggest you go do whatever it is you do somewhere other than around these two.” Then she went to her room. Cas disappeared out of the library as well.

Dean was enjoying watching you squirm, so to speak, from the other side of the library table. “You see, you challenged me by saying I couldn’t please you, that I was all talk. So, I accepted your challenge. I’ll enjoy proving you wrong,” he explained in that deep, seductive tone that made you swallow hard and almost whimper.

You were attempting to mentally prepare yourself, but he never moved. He just sat there, watching you with a look like he was having all sorts of things play out in his head. Dean grabbed the book off the table and began reading it, sipping his beer occasionally, and you were utterly dumbfounded at the moment.

“If that’s your ide-” you began, but he cut up off without even looking over at you.

“I’ll do it, when I’m damn good and ready and not a moment before,” he told you in an almost commanding tone that left no room for argument.

Now you glared at him as your tail flicked with your agitation, “Yeah, read a book, you might learn something,” you snapped, more annoyed than you wanted to admit before you stormed off to your room. You could hear him chuckling as you closed your door, more like slammed it.

Unfortunately, now you wanted to hit something, but that meant going through the war room to get to the gym, passing Dean again. You paced back and forth, your ears back, your tail flicking with each step. 

Why does he have to do that? With what he told me earlier, why wouldn’t he want to? Was he bluffing that he wanted to? No. I heard his heart rate. He was telling the truth. So why hesitate now? 

The questions ran circles in your head as you paced back and forth with your anger. Eventually, the need to hit something and get the anger out overrode not wanting to see Dean at the moment. Angrily, you opened your door, headed down the hall, through the war room, and down the other hall, seeking out the gym. 

Dean smirked, watching you storm through the war room, shaking his head slightly in amusement. He did want to do all sorts of fun, adult activities with you, but he was going to do it on his terms. Not get goated into doing them by your bratty attitude, no matter how badly he wanted to fuck the brat out of you. He also wanted to go slow with you, love you, and that scared the shit out of him. 

The punching bag did help, even though you were stronger than a regular human. At least you didn’t break it. It was something you worried about when you saw how well-used it was. You laid into it until your muscles were sore, and your breaths came out in heavy pants. 

At least I’m too exhausted now to be angry.

You meandered back to your room, not paying attention to anything around you, grabbed a pair of sleep pants and a baggy shirt, and then headed for the bathroom for a shower. Finding the door closed, you sighed, then went looking for another one. The bunker had several, you’d just only ever used the closest one. You could at least tell it was Dean in the bathroom, and he was showering.

Great, now I’m trying not to picture his firm, naked body dripping with water.

Rolling your eyes, you followed your senses to the next closest bathroom with a shower, closing the door behind you. It felt nice, the hot water over your skin, the heat on your sore muscles. You washed in a decent amount of time, getting the sweat off your body before finally getting out of the shower. After drying and dressing, you headed back to your room, making a mental note of the empty bathroom and Dean’s closed bedroom door. 

With a silent sigh, you closed your door behind you, turned off the light, and crawled under the covers. 

Hell of a day. Embarrassment yesterday, good conversation today, and now a looming challenge I can’t get out of my head. Your gaze went to the ceiling as you rolled onto your back. That wasn’t exactly how I had hoped things would go when he said he was interested in me.

And with that thought, you allowed yourself to drift off to sleep.

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Hey! I'm Guilherme, a Brazilian reader and writer. Well, English is not my first language so there may be some writing errors, but I will try to do my best.

I write for fun, maybe it takes a while because I have some other things to do.

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Requests: Open

Characters I write for:

MK1 - Bi-Han (Sub-Zero), Johnny Cage, Syzoth and Tomas (Smoke).

JJK - Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuuji, Megumi Fushiguro, Sukuna.

SPN - Castiel, Crowley, Dean Winchester, Jack Kline and Sam Winchester.

Tokyo Revengers - Ken Ryuguji (Draken), Takashi Mitsuya and Shuji Hanma

The Boys - Billy Butcher, Frenchie, Homelander, Hughie Campbell and Kimiko.

TWD - Daryl, Glenn, Negan and Rick.

Scream - Billy Loomis and Stu Matcher.

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Don't Speak, Epilogue

Pairings: Adam x f!Reader, past dark!Winchesters x f!Reader, past!Dean x Claire

Characters: Reader, Adam, Claire, OCs, Special Appearances by Jack and James Novak, mentions of Bobby, Ellen, Jo, John, Sam and Dean

Warnings: aftermath of fire, aftermath of kidnapping/held prisoner, non-graphic descriptions of childbirth, aftermath of non-con, babies, mostly fluff but with some sprinkles of angst, happy ending?

WC: <1500

beta’d by the wonderful, lovely, @writethelifeyouwant

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Part 23

November

As the train jolts to a stop, you shush the baby at your breast, hoping that it won’t jostle him awake. You’re glad to finally be back in Boston, and in only a matter of days you, Adam, and William, will be on a ship heading back to London. Two sets of blue eyes are waiting on the platform– searching the crowds amidst the smog from the train. You gesture to Claire to look out the window and watch as elation fills her, catching a tear falling down her cheek as she lays eyes on her family.

There is a hesitation for a moment before the two of you move from your seats. 

The fire not only claimed the lives of the brothers that night, but also some of the new servants who were still unfamiliar with the layout of the manor. No one was entirely sure how many lives the fire claimed; all of the bodies were too damaged and disfigured by the fire for anyone to be able to tell one from the other.

You and Claire had been confined to the same boarding house that Adam had escaped to for several weeks while Bobby tried to salvage keepsakes from the Manor, and Mr. Finch sorted through John’s will, determining what was to be done with the Winchester Estate. You’d always known that the family were wealthy, but you hadn’t ever fully comprehended exactly how much money they had. John had made plans to ensure that you and Claire and your children were to be taken care of if something had ever happened to the brothers. However, you doubt that he’d expected for his sons to die the way they did.

You and Claire both only wanted one thing: to be reunited with your families. No one in town seemed to mourn the loss of the Winchesters, but there was gossip that made its way through as you and Claire kept up appearances of the heartbroken widows. There was no funeral to speak of, only two caskets filled with charred remains and the conflicted feeling of anguish and joy, knowing that now you and Claire could move on with your lives. 

It took over a month to settle everything. While John had made contingencies for the brothers’ demises, you expect that he never imagined that they would die together, or within only a few months of his own untimely death. Adam could, according to Mr. Finch, lay claim to the Winchester fortune because John had left documentation that Adam was his bastard, but Adam declined, opting to let you and Claire split the money instead. With the estate finally settled, you were free to leave Kansas. Claire had written to her father, and the four of you made your way towards Boston.

You had barely made it out of Kansas when you’d gone into labor. William James Winchester came into the world screaming. A wave of emotions flowed through you as the wailing infant was placed in your arms, tears pressing against your eyes, and you let out a choked laugh as you realized that you’d finally fulfilled the Winchester's plan for you - a legitimate male heir. Dark chocolate eyes and tufts of dark brown hair answered the question that had been in the back of your mind ever since Adam informed you that the baby couldn’t be Sam’s. And though you hated to admit it, you were happy knowing that the father wasn’t your husband or his brother, but their father.

It took longer to recover from the birth than you’d expected, and the mental and physical exhaustion of being held prisoner by the Winchesters and your escape had finally caught up with you and Claire, as well. The decision was made to halt your journey until the end of October, giving you and Claire more time to recover before continuing on to Boston.

As Claire’s eyes lock with her father’s and brother’s, a smile that you haven’t seen in ages grows across her face. You know that she hadn’t explained everything that had happened during the year she’d been gone in her letter, unwilling to let them bear the burden or guilt of knowing that they easily could’ve spared her the trauma. You’d written a similar letter to your family, though you wonder if they would believe the half-truths that you spun. You aren’t even sure you care.

You had early on in your captivity come to terms with the fact that while your parents hadn’t–at least you hoped–known what plans the Winchesters had for you, they had still abandoned you. Part of you wonders exactly what John had said to your father to make him agree to allow you to marry a complete and total stranger. You suspect that he’d offered to pay off their debts, after all that’s why you were at court that evening–to find a prospective husband who could help your family with their debts.

Tears fill your eyes as you watch Claire reunite with her family. Captain Novak’s lip quivers as she shows off baby Amelia, pressing a kiss to Claire’s forehead as she wraps her arms around him. You and Adam stay back, giving the family time to themselves, before Claire calls you over. There’s a flush on Jack’s cheeks as his eyes meet yours, and part of you wants to assure him that you understand that what happened between you was not his fault, but John’s. 

You spend the next few days helping Claire get reacquainted with her family, assuring her that you and she are bonded for life, and that once the children get older, you can visit each other and, when the time comes, explain their parentage. The two of you promise to write at least once a week, and you tell her that no matter what, she’ll always be your sister.

Tears are aplenty as you arrive at the docks. With The Perdition no longer making transatlantic voyages, Adam books you on The Wayward, a much faster ship not much bigger than the Novak's, and promises you will be home in less than a week. When you arrived in Boston, the three of you didn’t have much more in the way of luggage than the clothes on your back, but as you board, you need two extra deckhands to help bring everything to your staterooms.

With a tearfilled final hug, and a last look at Amelia, you and Claire reiterate your promise to see each other again as you're told you must start boarding. You push William’s pram up the walkway, Adam’s arm linked around yours to keep you steady as you say goodbye to America and the horrors that it brought you.

Before stepping onto the deck of the ship, you turn around a final time so that you can give Claire another wave, but instead of finding her, your eyes land on a pair of green ones. You lose your footing, nearly falling off the ramp and into the water, with only Adam’s arms keeping you from doing so.

“Y/N!” he exclaims as he pulls you back to your feet, face filled with concern. 

“I saw–” 

Your breath hitches, heart pounding in your chest. It isn’t possible. He is dead. Buried. There is no way he could’ve survived the fire. And if he had somehow managed to, why would he wait months to come find you and your son? You look back out onto the dock. Maybe your eyes are playing tricks on you. You can’t go back, not when you are so close to escaping for good. 

For a moment, you convince yourself that it was nothing–an illusion–but as you start to turn, he’s there, watching from only a few yards from where Claire is standing. His eyes lock on yours as terror fills you, and you want to scream a warning to Claire. How doesn’t she see him? How can’t Adam? Before you can make any decision, Dean gives you a sad smile and a small nod before disappearing into the crowd.

“What, Kitten?” Adam turns you to face him. “What did you see?”

When you look out onto the dock, Dean has disappeared. The Novaks give another wave, and you decide that what you saw wasn’t him, but a figment of your imagination.

“Nothing,” you shake your head. “I’m just– I’m tired, and ready to go home.”

Adam links his arm in yours and presses a kiss onto your forehead as he leads you up the ramp once again. Stepping onto The Wayward, you decide to leave all memories of the Winchesters behind you, instead, focusing on your new life with Adam and William, and being reunited with your family.

But as you settle into your room that night with Adam, those green eyes still haunt you. You’re mine, sweetheart, echoes in your ear when you finally drift off to sleep.

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Author: Achilles, he/him & they/them pronouns

Status: Hobbyist, low writing activity

Writing: OC x Canon, Reader Insert, Original Fiction

Requests/Suggestions: Open

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Faith Seed | John Seed | Joseph Seed | Jacob Seed | Sharky Boshaw | Hurk Drubman Jr | Adelaide Drubman | Jerome Jeffries | Mary May Fairgrave | Eli Palmer | Grace Amestrong | Joey Hudson | Staci Pratt

Dean Winchester | Sam Winchester | Castiel | Charlie Bradbury ||| Joel | Tess ||| Wade Wilson | Tony Stark | Pepper Potts | Bucky Barnes | Steve Rodgers | Thor Odinson | Bruce Banner | Natasha Romanoff | Clint Barton ||| Harley Quinn

The Doctor (4, 9-15) | Jack Harkness | Rose Tyler | Donna Noble ||| Sweeney Todd | Mrs Lovett ||| Geralt of Rivera | Jaskier/Dandelion | Yennefer of Vennenberg ||| Hakon | Aiden | Lawan | Frank ||| Alvin Murphy | Roberta Warren | Addison Carver | Cassandra | Sarge | George St Claire

Mo | Dustfinger ||| Penelope Featherington | Benedict Bridgerton | Anthony Bridgerton | Colin Bridgerton | Eloise Bridgerton | Violet Bridgerton | Kate Sharma | Edwina Sharma ||| Jason Voorhees | Michael Myers | Bubba Sawyer | Brahms Heelshire | Thomas Hewitt

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Jack Morrison | Gabriel Reyes | Cole Cassidy | Genji Shimada | Hanzo Shimada | Mei ||| Sans | Papyrus | Asgore | Undyne | Mettaton | Queen ||| Gary ||| Calax Gothard | Domino Swift | Lola Del Carmen | Sonoya Vernilion ||| Asra | Nadia | Dorian | Portia | Muriel ||| Merlin/Hamish Mycroft

OC's: David Thorn (Slasher), Z (God Symbiote), Xander (Robot)

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Tropes I enjoy writing:

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— sfw & nsfw

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— pregnancy related topics

— self harm topics

— incest, paedophilia, zoophilia, necrophilia and any of that nasty crap

— non-con

— infidelity

— Characters I really don't know or care about </3

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Rules and Q&A

I'm very strict about no minors - if you are underage or "ageless", I likely won't answer your ask at all and if I do, it will be strictly SFW.

If you are 18+ I'm more than happy to write NSFW content, however if your ask isn't clearly NSFW themed, please indicate that you're looking for it!

I do write sensitive subject matter at times, so please block the tag(s) UHCGtw and/or UHCGexplicit if you do not wish to see this content. These are for possible trigger topics and more hardcore topics/definite triggers respectively.

I prefer headcanons, but feel free to request drabble or send an ask/message from your OC to be answered! ❤️

I will not answer NSFW asks sent on anon.

What fandoms/characters can I request? Are there any you absolutely WILL NOT write?

📌GAMES

Obey Me!

Lucifer

Mammon

Belphegor

Beelzebub

Asmodeus

Satan

Leviathan

Diavolo

Luke

Simeon

Love & Deep Space (LaDS)

Caleb

Sylus

Zayne

Xavier

Rafayel

Final Fantasy

Cloud Strife

Aerith Gainsborough

📌ANIME

Naruto Shippuden

Naruto Uzumaki

Sakura Haruno

Kiba Inuzuka

Sasuke Uchiha

Kakashi Hatake

Menma (OOC take)

Madara Uchiha

Ino Yamanaka (Shippuden or RTN)

Rock Lee

Itachi Uchiha

Deidara

Pein

Hidan

"Tobi"

Obito Uchiha (AU take)

Hinata Hyuuga

Sailor Moon

Usagi/Sailor Moon

Rei/Sailor Mars

Inuyasha

Inuyasha

Kagome Higurashi

Sesshomaru

Kikyo

📌TELEVISION

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Crowley

X Files

Dana Scully

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Buffy Summers

Spike/William

Angel

Please feel free to ask if you don't see a fandom/character you're interested in! This list is incomplete at this time!

Do you have OCs that you write?

You bet I do! If you're interested in writing with me in this regard, please let me know. You can DM me for this. 😊 As most people won't be looking for this, I won't list them here.

Are there "taboo" topics for you?

Mostly the obvious - I will not write inappropriate content that involves minors in any way. I don't typically write gore either, but this is not "taboo" per se. I'm pretty open about sensitive topics so... As in my header, anything that might be sensitive or a trigger will be tagged as such. Please block my UHCGtw and/or UHCGexplicit tag if you do not wish to see this content.

You haven't answered my ask! What's up with that?

I'm a human (unfortunately). Sometimes a prompt will be difficult for me to brainstorm or I will be uncomfortable answering it. Sometimes I'm just lazy or living life. If you do not receive a reply, please do not DM me, but feel free to resend the ask in case it was missed.

Can I request specific genders/identities for my asks?

Absolutely you can!

Please note however that there may be inaccuracies or variances as I, myself, am a cisgender, bisexual female with male preferences. I'm happy to write something outside of this (i.e. homosexual, transgender specific, male!MC etc.) but I lack these experiences in my personal life—so please be kind. I will do my best! 😊

*** This post is a WIP and will be updated accordingly! ***

[burningflamescurse]

"Whispers of the Past"

Dean Winchester x Fem!OC (Evelyn) (Lyn) (Thompson)

Series Summary: A Case gone wrong years ago for Evelyn and her old hunting team has Haunted her for years, the horrors of that fateful day still engrained into her mind; Meeting the Winchesters was just some slither of hope for Evelyn, distracting her from her own bloody Past. That is, Until one day her old mentor's Partner calls her up and mentions that someone is killing off the rest of the members from Evelyn's old Hunting Team, she feels the memories pooling back into her mind and she is forced to recount everything that she just tried so hard to forget to the two people she trusts the most.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, OC's.

Chapter Summary: Evelyn gets a call from her Old Mentor's Partner, Madi, though it's not the happy reunion call that Evelyn expected to get from her.

CW//TW: mentions of Murder, mentions of Insanity, mentions of mental disorders, mentions of Child abuse, Past Child abuse, Past Mentions of Grooming, Kidnapping, torture, Murder, mentions of Ghosts and a Vampire Nest, panic attacks, Nightmares, flashbacks, Hallucinations, Obvious relationship between Dean and my OC, concussion, head wound, visions, Convulsions, Evelyn murders someone, mentor OC goes insane, drugging, the Police think Evelyn murdered some of her teammates, Dean Defends Evelyn, Evelyn and Sam are best friends.

A/N: Credit for the Header goes to @valeska-25

7 Years ago, Lebanon Kansas; 3:25 AM

Evelyn was so confused, so lost, no one had known that one of their own was compromised, it was supposed to be a Simple hunt. Sightings of a Wendigo, or what was thought to be one based on the descriptions that civilians had given to them, of course it wasn’t that, it was an illusion caused by a demon so it could Infiltrate their Most Vulnerable place, their leader.

Evelyn’s mentor, Chris Thompson, the one who took her in; Driven into Pure Insanity by a Demon, Cursing Chris with Hallucinations of every Tragedy he experienced in his short Hunter life, and now he was hunting all of them down, Chris started with Evelyn’s younger brother, Shooting him directly in the head before anyone of them could calm him down, at first evelyn was frozen, but then Madi shook her out of it.

“Lyn! Come on, we gotta go kid.” Madi Ushered Evelyn with her hand, trying to get the young hunter to run, because Whether Chris was her mentor or not he was going to kill them all out of Insanity if they stayed there. So, Evelyn started running as fast as she could, trying to keep up With Madi; though eventually she couldn’t, because Chris started Firing off his Shot gun blindly Shooting bullets at them, hitting a couple of trees.

Madi was forced to let go of Evelyn and go their separate ways and Split from each other; Fortunately Evelyn had enough Experience to be okay on her own; Right before they Split up Madi had Called out towards Evelyn, “Lyn, try and get far away from here, I Promise I’ll try and find you!” Madi’s Voice was Strained, twinged with fear, Evelyn focused on running, Pacing herself.

And that’s what led to now, she could hear Gunshots firing off in the distance, the Demon had really done a Number on Chris’ mind. Evelyn was panting, Struggling to pace herself to keep from running out of breath; finally she Reached a Cliff, Seeing Madi Stand there with a few others of their Remaining Hunting Team. Madi was Trying to calm her lover down, Placating him as his Shaky fingers held onto the Shotgun.

“None of us are here to harm you Chris! You need to calm down, this is all just in your mind!” Madi’s Voice was bordering on calm and Panicking for her Husband who was currently still Hallucinating, beside Madi was Evelyn’s Best friend, Hailey who was shaking Clinging onto the only other male team member alive, Lucas. Lucas, Pushed Hailey Further behind him as he spoke firmly, Trying to knock some sense into Chris. “Dude, your fucking Scaring the only two Kids here!” he shouted.

Evelyn’s Shaky steps were heard on the Snowy Ground, Crunching as she showed herself with her hands Raised, she was trying to keep herself calm as to not spook Chris into Killing anyone or just firing off Shots Randomly. Suddenly Everyone’s voices were speaking, one over each other, almost shouting until Chris Shakily stepped away Shooting off the gun, the bullet Pierced through Evelyn’s leg but then Flew straight into Hailey’s head, Killing her Instantly as she collapsed into Lucas’ arms as he shouted out of anger and Shock.

Chris Stepped back too far and ended up Toppling Over the edge of the cliff, Reaching out one more time for Evelyn to save him but She was frozen in shock; Watching as her mentor fell over the edge, not a single one of them Knowing whether or not he was dead or not, no one saw him hit the ground or any rocks.

Suddenly the memory was changing, the sky Had turned into a blood Red in Evelyn’s eyes, Chris’s Dead hand Reaching up holding onto Her face, Sinking his Sharp Nails that were Now Claws sinking into her cheeks and Jaw as his Voice now Distorted and Gravely speaking into her ear, engraving it into her head. “It’s all your fault.” his voice said before his mouth opened wide and he was about to—

In a Flash She Rolled out of bed with a Half Scream, onto the cold floor of the Bunker, Landing Harshly on her stomach; Evelyn’s eyes were wide with Fear, Tears Threatening to Spring from her eyes at the Harsh memory that had changed into a Horrific nightmare due to her screwed up mind. Evelyn Sat up on her hands and knees, Breathing Slowly as she Realized she was safe and sound in the Bunker, safe with the Winchesters.

Meeting the Winchester Brothers was Pure Luck for Evelyn; after Spending so many months and years running from her past, Seeing Two People Offering you something so safe and so Stable was like a breath of Fresh air. Especially being with Dean Winchester, It was like He was the closest thing to safe for Evelyn, yes she knew it was an Irrational way of thinking, but it was the feeling she felt when hunting with Dean, like nothing could Hurt her Ever Again.

Sam had become her best friend in the years she spent with them, especially since she was a Great help in Researching all the lore they needed for a Case; Evelyn also felt Safe with Sam, it was easy for her to forget all about that Horrible day when she was hunting with the Winchesters; but now just seeing how easily her mind could change up her memories, she couldn’t help but Have flashes of that day once more in her mind.

Evelyn stood up from the floor, her legs Shaking a bit as she maneuvered herself to the Mirror In her room, Seeing herself; Evelyn almost gasped at what she saw staring back at her, Evelyn’s Face was so pale and Sweaty, this nightmare wasn’t like any normal one she had on a good day; Usually when she had these type of Horrific nightmares it meant something bad was about to happen in the next few days; and Evelyn was now having a gut Feeling some bad shit was about to go down right here in Lebanon.

Evelyn picked up her watch from the nightstand right next to her bed checking the time, 9 o’ clock in the morning it was about time she got up and got Ready for whatever the World Had planned for her today; She Grabbed her usual Outfit from the Closet, a Light Jacket, some Jeans, Regular Tennis Shoes and her usual black belt which she used to hold some of her Weapons during Cases. Evelyn Sat them down on the Bathroom counter before Turning on the shower.

A Nice hot Shower was exactly what she needed to Start the day.

Evelyn quickly washed her face in the sink, trying to add a bit of Color to her face; she didn’t Need Dean and Sam to Start Aggressively Questioning her about what was wrong. Evelyn Stripped out of her Pajamas and Stepped into the steaming hot Water that was Pouring into the Shower instantly Soothing her Tense Muscles; it felt nice, at Least to Take a short break from all the Stressful things she Experienced as a Hunter.

Evelyn Spent Thirty minutes in the shower before turning the water off and Stepped out of the shower Wrapping a towel Around herself; looking in the mirror she saw that after a nice hot shower she did have more Color in her face, she wasn’t as Pale as before. Evelyn Quickly slipped on her outfit before Exiting her room, immediately making her way to the Kitchen in the Bunker.

Of course as usual, Dean was already up and in the Kitchen fixing a Fresh cup of Coffee; Evelyn couldn’t help but smile at his Behaviors, Yeah he was a little weird but that was the way she loved and she hoped he would stay that way forever.

Evelyn Immediately slid Past him wanting to Pour herself a bowl of Cereal, “Morning.” Dean’s Voice Greeted her ears, still Albeit Sleepy no doubt due to waking up a bit too early; Everyone knew not to wake up Dean before he usually wanted to wake up, he was an angry sleeper. Evelyn Shot him a Small smile before Replying, “Morning, Dean.” she Greeted, Pouring her bowl of Cereal and Settling down at the Kitchen Counter.

Of course as always Dean Some how Sensed that something was wrong, Settling down Besides Evelyn one one of the counter Stools, Gently Placing his hand On her shoulder. “Everything okay, Sweetheart? You seem tense.” Dean Noted, she couldn’t understand how this man seemed to already sense that something was wrong with her.

Evelyn couldn’t tell him why though, he wouldn’t see her the same way, he’d only see her as some Common Monster who Murdered someone. She would do whatever it took to keep her secret a secret, hidden deep inside her where no one would see or hear it.

“I’m fine Dean, Just didn’t get too much sleep last night.” she replied, giving him a Reassuring Smile to Prove that she was okay.

Dean Obviously Didn’t believe her but Didn’t Push at the Issue, that would only make Evelyn Shut him down Real Quick; he had learned that he couldn’t Push her too hard, so he Just Nodded with A Quick Response, “Okay, if you say so.” his voice was soft with Understanding letting her know that she could talk to him if she needed to.

Evelyn let out a happy sigh at the fact that he wasn’t Pushing the issue, chewing on a bite of her Cereal as Sam finally walked into the Kitchen, Tussling his Bed Head Hair as He Rubbed the sleep from his Eyes.

Dean was about to Say some Snarky Remark about Sam’s hair and how he would be Glad to cut it, but Evelyn cut him off lightly smacking Dean’s hand as she scolded him, “Dean, Shut up.” her voice sounded more like a Mother cat hissing at her kitten. Indeed Dean did shut up after Evelyn’s scolding.

Sam snorted trying to keep his laugh in at how fast Dean Had shut His Mouth, She really did have the Hunter wrapped around her little finger. “Morning, Sam.” Evelyn Greeted before she took another Spoonful of Cereal into her mouth.

Sam Smiled back at her as he Poured himself a Cup of Coffee, “Morning, Lyn.” he Replied; Evelyn almost Flinched at the use of her nickname, Bringing up flashes of her old Memories again. Lyn was the Nickname Chris had given her, he was the only one who saw the Potential in her as a Young Hunter; so he took it upon himself to Train her and Evelyn’s Late Best friend, Hailey.

Evelyn Quickly Composed herself before the Brothers noticed her Unusual Behavior, Finishing up her Bowl Of Cereal and washing it off in the sink right before her Phone Started Ringing in her Pocket.

Both Sam and Dean watched With Raised Brows as she Plucked her phone from her Jacket Pocket, Slightly frowning at the Familiar number that Lit up the Screen; Evelyn looked up for a moment, Smiling Apologetically at the Brothers, “Excuse me boys, I need to take this Real Quick.” She excused herself walking off to her Room, Locking the Door Behind her.

Evelyn Took a deep Breath before Answering the Call, “Madi?” she Answered, keeping her eyes On the door just in case one of the Boys Wanted to Eavesdrop on her Phone Conversation. “Lyn, How are you doing?” Madi’s Soft, motherly Voice chimed over the Phone; sometimes just hearing her voice Healed Evelyn.

“Uh, I’m good. I um.. I’ve been Living with the Winchester Brothers for a while now.” Evelyn Shared, sitting down on her bed. Madi let out a Surprised Gasp on the other end, “John Winchester’s Boys? You must feel so lucky. Girl, I heard through the Grapevine you’re dating one of em’.” Madi’s voice was high Pitched and full of Excitement.

Evelyn Gave a little Chuckle, “Uh yeah, Dean.” was her short Reply, on the Other End Madi gave a Full belly laugh as she Responded. “Girl, I knew it.”

It was silent for a moment on both Ends before Evelyn Started Speaking, “So Madi, Why did you call me; I know it wasn’t for a Social Call.” She stated, Madi never Called Her out of the blue like this; not if it wasn’t anything Serious. Madi sighed on the other end, “You’re Too smart for your own good, Kid.” her soft voice said before she got to the main issue.

“It’s Chris.” She said, her voice becoming Softer for a moment, Like she was struggling to say the words To Evelyn.

“Madi? What is it?” Evelyn asked, as Far as She knew Chris was Presumed Dead, no way someone would survive that High of a Fall off of a Cliff; Especially one that had Jagged Rocks on the way down.

“Lyn.. Chris—He’s alive.” that one Sentence, Shocked Evelyn to her core; Chris was Alive? He wasn’t dead, her Knees shook threatening to give out on her as the news sunk into her brain.

Madi wasn’t Finished though, her Voice began speaking again, Telling Evelyn a Shocking New Discovery.

“And He’s Killing Everyone on that Old Hunting Team, he already Got Lucas; Mutilated him.” her voice was strained.

Oh, Shit.. this is bad.

[abovepaygradebelowwonder]

Welcome all! Stark here, and I'm looking for some discord partners. Generally, keep things ranging from 2-3 paragraphs. Sometimes, it's longer, rarely ever shorter. Replies range from daily to every few days. Between health and my job, I don't always have availability, but try to at least send messages outside of the rp.

Currently looking for partners to double. I typically write the male role but don't always wanna be stuck with it. Would love to write against some of my wanted characters.

Fandoms: Marvel (MCU, NMCU), DC (Gotham, comics, Smallville), Stranger Things, Pacific Rim, The Walking Dead, Supernatural, What We Do in the Shadows, Detroit: Become Human, Good Omens, Stargate Atlantis, Hellboy, Sons of Anarchy, Underworld, House, Resident Evil, Call of Duty, Top Gun, Ted Lasso

Pairings: MxF, primary canon x OC

Like to write against: (current wants)

Donal Logue characters (Quinn/Blade, Harvey Bullock/Gotham, Kevin Tidwell/Life, Hank Dolworth/Terriers, Alex Balder/Max Payne, Declan Murphy/Law& Order SVU)

David Harbour characters (Hellboy, Jim Hopper/Stranger Things, Alexei Shostakov/Marvel, Doug Dennison/Sleepless, Santa/Violent Night, Jack Salter/Grant Turismo, Frank Masters/The Equalizer)

Jon Bernthal characters (Frank Castle/Marvel, Sam Rossi/Sweet Virginia, Shane Walsh/The Walking Dead, BJ Rose/Grudge Match, Griff/Baby Driver, Ethan Sawyer/Those Who Wish Me Dead)

Rodney McKay (Stargate Atlantis), Coach Beard (Ted Lasso), Dewey Finn (School of Rock musical), Beetlejuice (Musical)

Like to write for: Peter Parker, Matt Murdock, Eddie Brock, Steve Rogers, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Jim Gordon, Jonathan Byers, Steve Harrington, Negan, Carl Grimes, Rick Grimes, Connor, Dean Winchester, Jax Teller, Chibs Telford, Chris Redfield, James Wilson, Jake Seresin, Bradley Bradshaw, Jamie Tartt, Jason Scott, Simon Riley

Ocs: Several on standby but am always willing to make one up with a wanted FC if you want to play one of my wanted characters.

[findyourrp]

🩸18+ Roleplayer Male Here, seeking out fellow 18+ Roleplayers! Looking for a Supernatural, MxM, Oc x Canon Roleplay! I’d love to use my Oc against Dean Winchester, set post season 15 in a universe Dean never died!

Ever since that day, the day where Dean nearly died for once last final time. He’s been different. Him and Sam had decided that was their last hunt, after weeks in the hospital and that rod leaving a nasty scar on Dean’s back they decided they were done. Dean was forty-one and Sam was thirty-eight, it was time for them to live their lives. Dean at the very least, Sam had a girlfriend for about a year, something he kept on the down low, during their final year of well everything. They moved to the nearby town, just in case a situation had arose, the one that once deemed them mysterious but now treated them like regulars.

Sam had moved in with his girlfriend, Dean getting his own apartment a few streets away. They had some form of peace. Dean became a firefighter, still having that urge to save people. Anyways, there had still been hunters across the country, killing monsters. But as of late Dean’s noticed something, more and more hunters are disappearing and there’s been seemingly more and more cases from the alerts he gets on his computer. Somethings happening. And one night, while out of state visiting an old friend, a man had came to the door, a hunter, covering in blood and god knows what, he was hurt. The injuries looked inconsistent, like a pack of different monsters had done this.

Just a plot I’d love to do! I’m fairly literate I’d say, regularly breaking the discord text limit! My oc is a bottom and I can provide a form for him if needed!

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[ao3feed-destiel-02]

The end of our time

The end of our time https://ift.tt/kOXFdl4 by Salfisherybcffs Dean has been possessed by angels and demons, died 118 times, been sent to hell, and so much more but somehow the hardest thing for him to do is express his feelings. Very very short chapters Done from two POVs, all odd chapters done from current Dean POV, all even chapters done from past Dean POV Destiel endgame but other dean couple featured (past dean x oc) Words: 3810, Chapters: 7/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Original Supernatural (TV) Character(s) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester/Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Internalized Homophobia, Past Abuse, Angst, Everyone Is Gay, My First Fanfic, Hurt/Comfort, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Original Character(s), Underage Drinking, Homophobic Language, Homophobic John Winchester, POV Multiple, Not Canon Compliant, Fluff and Angst, Bisexual Dean Winchester via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/Z5KLhsj July 11, 2023 at 02:13PM

[aylacavebear]

The Traveler - Chapter 2 - Earth 1997 PT 1

You're from a specific dimension, Solaris Eclipse. It was a dimension of magic. When your kind, the Eldrathiren, turned fifteen, your unique power would awaken within you. Most times, it was something small, levitation, teleportation, creation, elemental manipulation, and things like that. Once in a while, a fifteen-year-old would just disappear, and those were called Travelers. None of them had ever returned. Your parents had told you stories about them, and you hoped that wouldn't happen to you.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 4505

Pairing Eventually Dean Winchester x OC Reader/You & Sam Winchester x OC Reader/You

Warnings: Angst, Scary Situations, Separated From Family, Some Fluff.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 2 - Earth, 1997 Pt. 1

The odors and sounds were slightly overwhelming as you attempted to take in your surroundings. There were at least building-looking things here, some plant life, although much smaller than you were used to. It was near sunset, or that was what you had assumed when you looked up at the sky. At least it wasn’t grey like the last place you had been.

I don’t want to be a Traveler.

Just then, something moved about fifty or so feet in front of you, and you quickly covered your ears. It was loud, although it didn’t seem interested in you. You wanted to cry and ran along the side of the building you were near, having no clue you’d been seen. 

You plopped down on the hard ground that felt nothing like anything you’d sat on before, folded your knees up in front of you, and began weeping quietly, still covering your ears. You didn’t hear someone walking toward you, nor did you see them, as your face was buried in your knees.

“Are you okay,” a male voice said, although you didn’t understand him.

You looked up, confused and sad. He looked like a young boy. He had clothes on, but he didn’t have any distinctive features of your kind. The tears fell down your cheeks again. 

“I just want to go home,” you mumbled through sobs. 

He tilted his head as he looked down at you, then crouched with his arms resting on his knees, “I won’t hurt you. You look scared.”

His tone was gentle, even soft, which made you hope he wouldn’t hurt you. You had no idea where you could run in this strange place or how to get out of this particular dimension. When he reached out and took your hand, you let him. He then led you around to the front of the building, unlocked one of the doors, and led you inside. Just as he closed the door, another loud sound came from outside, and you covered your ears.

“I think I have something that might help,” he said, although you still didn’t understand him.

You watched as he went to a bag and rummaged through it, then pulled out something you didn’t recognize before he returned to you. He gently moved your hands from your ears, and his eyes widened when he saw them.

“Oh-, uh, here,” he said, then slipped the thing in his hand over the top of your head. 

It held your ears flat, quieting some of the sounds, “Thank you,” you replied quietly.

“I still don’t know what you’re saying, but you can’t be a monster. You seem too scared,” he chuckled, and you wished you could understand him.

You tilted your head, looking at him for a moment before you looked around the room. It reminded you of a tiny home, but with much different furnishings, although, they were similar at the same time. When you turned your back to him, he gasped.

“Oh my god! You have a tail, too?!” he said, surprised, causing you to look back at him and tilt your head in confusion. “I have to call my brother. He’ll know what to do.”

His words and tone puzzled you, so you just looked around at everything. The textures felt similar but also different. The boy went over to an object and put it to his ear, then spoke into it for a bit before he put it back down. 

Odd. Wonder what that was. I guess the people here talk to objects. Maybe they’re alive or something.

Your mind was swimming with questions you wanted to ask, but you had no idea how to do so with the language gap. 

“Okay. My brother’s on his way. Are you hungry or thirsty?” he spoke to you again, and you frowned a little.

He seemed to understand that you couldn’t understand him, so he went into what you guessed was an area where food was prepared. He pulled a cylindrical container out of one of the cabinets, then filled it with a clear liquid that came out of what you could only assume was the water source. Then, he brought it to you.

Your eyes went from the liquid to him, then back to the liquid, “You drink it,” he told you. Even if you couldn’t understand him, you put the container to your lips, letting the water quench your thirst, even if it did have a slightly funny taste to it.

After finishing the glass, the boy seemed to smile happily, “Want some more?” he asked, and again, you tilted your head. He laughed a little, then refilled it and brought it back to you. You smiled a little, drinking half of it. “Thank you,” you told him.

That was when the door opened, catching your attention. Another man was standing there. He seemed a little older than the one who had been nice to you. You weren’t quite sure what his expression meant. He looked intrigued, confused, worried, and almost mad. You looked back and forth between the two of them as the older one quickly crossed the distance to the younger one.

“What were you thinking? Why would you let something like that in here? It could kill you!” the older one said, somewhat angrily to the younger one.

“Dean, she’s scared. She was crying, and she just appeared out of thin air. We need to help her. Dad saves people. She needs to be saved,” the younger one replied persistently.

The older one groaned, then rubbed his hand down his face. You watched the two of them curiously before you went and sat down on one of the beds, setting the container of liquid down on a small table.

“Sammy, she has a tail. She’s not human,” the older one said, glancing at you.

“She has cat ears, too,” the younger one chuckled, “The cars were loud outside and were hurting her ears, so I gave her my beanie to help.”

“She has ears, too?” the older one asked, raising an eyebrow and glancing back at you, “What’s her name?”

“I don’t know. It’s like she doesn’t understand me. She doesn’t speak English,” the younger one replied, now looking at you as well.

The older one sighed before he came and sat across from you on the other bed. You watched him, tilting your head again in mild curiosity. Then, you took in his features. He had emerald green eyes, reminding you of the wings of the Flutterbugs from back home. You wondered if they shimmered in the sunlight like the wings of the bugs did.

“I’m Dean, that’s my little brother Sammy. How did you get here?” he asked you, and all you could do was sigh, not understanding a single word he’d said. When you frowned and looked down at the floor, he gently set his fingers under your chin, lifting it so you would look at him. Part of the scent you’d been following caught your attention, but you still couldn’t place exactly how to describe it.

“Dean,” he said, then pointed to his chest with his other hand, pulling you from your thoughts.

It was like he could see that you were trying to understand him. He repeated the word again, slowly. It took a few tries, but you finally managed to say the word he’d been coaxing you to say. Then, he pointed to himself, repeating the word. After that, he pointed to you.

“Y/N,” you told him. It took him a few tries, and you repeated your name slowly as he had done his until he could pronounce it.

Well, it was something at least. Now you knew his name. 

Dean looked at his younger brother, “Alright, we’ll help her. She doesn’t seem to be like what we hunt.” The younger one seemed utterly elated at whatever Dean had said. You desperately wanted to talk to them and find out if they could help you. Over the next several hours, both brothers taught you words for things, including their names. It was slow in the beginning until you understood the patterns of the sounds and how they worked together to form the words. They had a much harder time with your language, so you stuck with theirs.

“Do you like pizza?” Dean asked you as he reached for what was called a phone.

You shrugged your shoulders, as you had no idea what pizza was. Sammy, staring at your tail, pulled your gaze to him, and you blinked at him quizically.

“Can I touch your tail?” he asked, more curious than anything.

“Sammy, that’s rude,” Dean told him sternly.

You watched as Sammy looked sad, almost upset with himself for even asking the question. “It is okay,” you replied, remembering what words to use.

His entire face lit up with happiness, which made you smile, “How come you have fangs?” he asked, reaching out and touching your tail.

“My… people. We all do,” you answered. 

“So, you’re like a cat and a human,” he mumbled as he gently held your tail in his hands, watching as the tip of it flicked back and forth lazily because you were relaxed.

Dean hung up the phone, then looked from his brother to you, “Pizza will be here in about twenty minutes.

You nodded, mostly understanding him that food would somehow show up at their place soon. So far, you had managed to cover names, and ages, learned that their father was out on something called a job, that they were brothers, names of the things in the room, and that you were on a place called Earth. The things outside that had made the loud noises were called cars, and people here drove them. This place was utterly bizarre to you.

When the pizza did arrive, there was a knock on the door, to which Dean went over and opened it. He handed another man some paper and then took two square objects from him before closing the door and setting the objects on the table. You sniffed the air. It smelled delicious, and your stomach growled. 

“Sounds like you’re hungry,” Sammy chuckled, making you giggle a little, “Dean, I bet she could eat half of one of those.”

Dean chuckled from the table before bringing over a plate with two triangular objects. You sniffed again. It smelled utterly delicious, and you hoped it tasted as good as it smelled, “Dig in, Sweetheart.”

You looked up at him for a moment. You didn’t know that last word, and he instantly realized your confusion. “It’s just something nice to call someone. Like, uh-, Baby, or Honey,” he explained.

“Oh, uh, thank you, I think,” you replied, somewhat unsure of what else to say.

He laughed a little before he got himself a plate of food, Sammy doing the same, and then the two sat across from you on the other bed. You didn’t want to seem rude, so you waited till they sat down before you set the plate on your legs, picked up one of the triangular pieces of what was called pizza, and took a bite. 

Your eyes widened as you savored all the flavors, wishing you could put an understanding to them, to know what they were called. The brothers watched you, then smiled, seeing how much you were enjoying it.

Sammy got up and grabbed a small, black, rectangular object that had what looked like buttons on the top of it. He pressed one, and a square object began making noise as a moving picture appeared on the front of it. You jumped slightly as your head snapped around, staring at it. You barely noticed Dean smack the back of his brother’s head.

“You could have warned her,” Dean told him sternly.

“Sorry,” Sammy told you, feeling bad he’d scared you.

“It is okay,” you replied, utterly fascinated with it, not taking your eyes from the moving picture box on the other side of the room.

You shifted on the bed so that you were now completely sitting on it, cross-legged, although you had slipped off your shoes. You placed your plate in your lap and stared at the moving picture box, then slid off the thing called a beanie that had been on your head. The sounds weren’t so bad and didn’t hurt your ears. Dean stared at you.

“I told you, she’s a cat girl,” Sammy told him, matter of factly.

“Yeah…” he replied, his voice trailing off.

“What is… a cat… girl?��� you asked, not looking over at them, attempting to mimic the words Sammy had used.

Sammy giggled while Dean smirked, then seemed to shake a thought from his mind before he got up and grabbed several rectangular objects with pictures inside them. You watched him out of the corner of your eye as he turned pages, then set one of them in front of you.

“This is a cat,” he told you, pointing to a picture.

You looked down at the picture. It was a small, furry creature with ears and a tail similar to yours, just not as fluffy or the same color. It was sitting on a person’s lap. You then looked back up at Dean, slightly puzzled.

“A cat girl is like a girl with cat, uh, features. You know, ears, tail, canines,” Dean explained.

You tilted your head a bit and thought you noticed the tips of his ears turn a pinkish color. Now, you really wanted to learn more of their language so you could learn more about this creature called a cat. However, now that he was this close to you, you could have sworn you could smell something similar to the scent you had been following since your birthday.

“Is that… bad?” you asked, almost worried.

This time, he laughed, and Sammy chuckled, “No. You don’t seem bad. So being a cat girl isn’t bad.”

When he went and sat back down, you nodded a little before looking down at the picture he’d left in front of you. Then, a loud noise came from the moving picture box, causing you to jump slightly. You’d almost forgotten about your pizza until your plate nearly fell off your lap, which you caught quickly. 

“It’s just a movie,” Sammgy giggled, and Dean smacked the back of his head again.

“She doesn’t know what a movie is, and I have no idea how to explain one to her. Be nice,” he told him. 

You only understood some of their words, so you returned to enjoying the pizza and whatever a movie was on the moving picture box. The three of you ate in silence while you focused on the moving picture box. It was one of the objects in the room that the brothers hadn’t told you what it was called. Dean had gotten himself some more pizza at some point. You wanted more but couldn’t seem to pull yourself from what you were watching.

“Did you want some more, Sweetheart?” Dean asked you.

For a moment, you had to think, and remember what the proper response in his language was, “Yes, please.”

He took your plate, adding a couple more slices before returning it to you. You nodded, unable to remember the word for “thank you” in their language.

You ended up eating another three slices after the four you’d already had, completely focused on the moving picture box, which Dean had told you was called a television or TV for short. Sammy had also fallen asleep, but Dean was just watching you. It was far past dark, and you’d normally have been sleeping already, but the TV had your full attention. Watching it was also helping you learn more of their language.

“If you want, you can sleep there. I can share with Sammy,” Dean told you, pulling your gaze from the TV.

“Do you usually share a bed?” you asked him, not wanting to intrude. It was also easier to use their language with as much as you had watched already.

“No. Not usually. I don’t mind, though,” he replied, giving you a soft smile.

You noticed what was called a couch that was against one of the walls of the motel room, “I can sleep over there so you can have your bed.”

Dean furrowed his brow a bit, “It’s alright, Sweetheart. Sleep in the bed. I insist.”

You sighed, feeling bad for intruding into their lives like you had, even if you were thankful for their kindness, “How does sleeping work here?”

He looked at you, slightly puzzled, “Don’t you sleep in a bed where you’re from?” he asked, not understanding your question at all.

You turned to face him, your hands in your lap, “Well, you and Sammy are boys. I am a girl. Do I need to dress a specific way?” you asked, being entirely serious, wanting to be as respectful as possible. You didn’t sleep in clothing at home, but you weren’t at home either.

When the realization hit Dean, you giggled as a blush found its way from the tips of his ears, down his neck, and into his cheeks. “Preferably clothed.”

He got up and rummaged through a cloth bag, then pulled out a pair of pants and a shirt before walking back over to you, “Here. You can wear these tonight. Just, uh, change in the bathroom, with the door closed,” he told you, still blushing.

“You’re nice. Thank you,” you replied, taking the clothes from him and heading into the bathroom.

Thanks to the amount of television you’d watched, you understood the concept of a bathroom in this world. You flicked on the light, only jumping slightly as you saw your reflection in the mirror. You looked filthy. After stipping down, you grabbed what was called a washcloth, wet it with warm water, and began cleaning the dirt off yourself. If only you had something to brush your hair.

After getting clean, you dressed in the clothes Dean had given you, although the pants didn’t have a spot for your tail. Since they were a little baggy, you tucked your tail inside them, then pulled the waistband over the base of your tail before pulling on the slightly oversized shirt he’d let you use.

Dean’s eyes were on you when you exited the bathroom, your clothes in hand, “Thank you,” you told him softly before sitting back on the bed opposite the one where Sammy was sleeping. Dean’s lips curled up on one side in a smirk that seemed happy, then he frowned.

“What happened to your tail?” he asked, completely puzzled.

“Oh, uh. I didn’t want to ruin your pants, so just tucked it inside,” you answered plainly, as you had no intention of keeping his clothes, so you didn’t want to rip them just for one night.

“Doesn’t that mess with your balance?” he asked.

You giggled a little, getting comfortable against the headboard, “Nope. My balance comes from how my bones are in my back and the muscles around them,” you explained.

“Huh. I always thought cats got their balance from their tails,” he mumbled, seeming to be lost in thought, which made you giggle again.

“I want to learn about cats,” you told him, and his gaze met yours.

“How come?” he asked, curious.

“Because you said I’m like one. I’m curious,” you answered, smiling a little.

That made him chuckle, “There’s a library in town. I can take you there after I take Sammy to school tomorrow.”

You furrowed your brows, slightly confused at a couple of his words. You hadn’t heard them yet, nor did you have any clue what they meant.

“Oh, uh. School is where kids go to learn things from adults. A library is a place that is full of books where people can read,” he explained.

For a moment, you thought about his words, doing your best to understand, and you partially did, “Do you go to school?”

He laughed a little, “I’m supposed to, but helping you is more important. Now, why don’t you try to get some sleep,” he told you, turning off the television, much to your disappointment.

You sighed and crawled under the covers on the bed, snuggling up with the pillow. It wasn’t like home, but it wasn’t bad either. The pillow was fluffy, and the coverings were soft and warm. It wasn’t long before sleep found you.

----------------------------------------- Dean’s POV From the moment he’d gotten the call from his little brother, his mind had been racing a million miles a minute. He had thought his brother was smarter than letting some monster into the motel room. Now, he had to leave the girl he’d been flirting with to deal with this. Then, he saw you. Even as dirty as you were, he thought you were beautiful, the tail of yours only adding several dirty thoughts. 

He’d kept a straight face, though, trying to get to the bottom of why Sammy had even let you into the room. Then, he felt bad for you and did what he could to bridge the communication gap. Seeing your ears only made his thoughts worse, as did Sammy’s comment about you being a cat girl.  

Dean had gone with easy stuff, teaching you words for the things in the motel room and ordering something simple for dinner. Watching you watch TV and eat pizza for the first time was hilarious and adorable. You even seemed to catch onto English easier the longer you watched things.

He knew he had blushed when you asked about dressing a specific way. Hell, his thoughts had gone to all sorts of fantasies, but he kept it as professional as he could, even finding you something of his to wear to sleep in. When you had come out of the bathroom cleaned up, it took everything in him not to let his jaw hit the floor. You looked adorable and beautiful in his clothes, which were a bit big on you.

After you lay down, he turned off the lights in the motel room and lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling. He knew that if he had let you, you probably would have tried to stay up as late as you could just watching the TV. He needed to think, and you needed to sleep.

How the hell am I gonna explain her to Dad if she’s here when he shows back up?

Dean sighed, his arm over his forehead before he turned and looked at you. For a moment, he could have sworn you were purring but couldn’t be sure from how far away he was. He wanted to learn more about you and planned to do just that the following day. You looked so peaceful as you slept. He couldn’t imagine going through what you had n such a short amount of time, let alone at fifteen, and on your birthday of all days. It took him another couple of hours before he finally passed out.

The following morning, Dean woke to find Sam shaking him, “Dean, she’s purring. You gotta hear this,” he said in a hushed but excited whisper.

He let his little brother pull him off the couch and over to the side of your bed. You were, indeed, purring, “Can we keep her?” Sammy asked, looking up at his brother.

“She’s not a pet, Sammy. She’s got a home and family out there somewhere,” he replied, although he wouldn’t have minded keeping you. “Now, get ready for school. I’m gonna stay here with her and see if there's anything that I can find to help her get back home.”

Sammy groaned quietly before he did what his brother had told him to. Dean, however, stood there, just watching you sleep. You looked peaceful, almost happy, and a small smile had played along his lips. You moved in your sleep, now lying on your back, your ears twitching a bit. 

“You should wake her up. That way, she doesn’t wake up here alone,” Sam told him, pulling him from his thoughts.

Dean sighed, wondering how long he’d been standing there watching you. Then he crouched down next to your bed, gently shaking your shoulder. “Y/N, hey, wake up, Sweetheart,” he told you softly.

You yawned, then stretched, your arms over your head before looking at him sleepily, “Morning,” you replied with a content smile.

He smiled at you, “I didn’t want you to wake up alone here. I have to take Sammy to school, but I’ll come right back with some breakfast.”

“Okay,” you replied, sitting up in the bed, stretching again.

“Morning, Y/N,” Sammy told you with a happy grin, “When you purr, it’s cute,” he giggled.

For a moment, you looked at him, entirely puzzled by what he might have meant, and then you smiled a little, “I make that sound when I’m happy or content, and it happens when I sleep.”

“Can we keep you?” he asked, and you found him utterly adorable.

Dean smacked the back of his head just as you were about to answer him, “You are both nice, but, I want to go home. My parents are probably worried.” Both brothers picked up on a hint of sadness in your tone.

“I’ll see what I can find today to try to help,” Dean told you, then looked down at his brother, “You ready?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, looking at the floor, then up at you, “Will you be here when I get out of school?” Sammy asked, looking hopeful.

“I do not know. I do not have a choice when I end up in a new place,” you replied quietly, then looked down at the bed in front of you.

“Well, I hope to see you before you go,” Sammy told you, then hugged you.

It surprised you, but you smiled softly and hugged him back. It made you miss your parents and the others in your village, but you did your best not to let it show. Dean caught it all, though, as reading people was something his father had been teaching him so he could be a better hunter. He didn’t say anything, not about that.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” he told you, realizing he hadn’t explained how to read a clock or what time was.

“Okay,” you replied, giving them both a small smile, then watched the two of them leave.

On the way to take Sammy to school, the two talked, although Dean was more in his head than focusing on the conversation. He was still attempting to come up with a way to help you get home, but he had no idea how to open a portal to another dimension. Then there was the issue of if their father showed up while you were there. He had no clue how he was going to explain that one or how the man would react to you. 

----------------------------------------- Chapter 3 - Earth, 1997 PT. 2

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Queer!Sam headcanon

So basically Sam always knew he was different from Dean in how he views people and relationships. In college, he learns about different labels and has a bit of a moment when he realizes that that's the thing he felt that made him different

He doesn't find the label that fits him best but he knows he is more than open to being in a relationship with a man. He's just content to have figured it out so he can feel more normal about it. Anyways, he has Jess and he loves her so it doesn't matter much.

Only that before he knows it, he doesn't have Jess anymore. She accepted and loved him and he doesn't think he'll ever be that happy again. So he's back on the road with his brother. His brother who doesn't know.

He still doesn't have a label and he is so caught up in his grief for Jess that saying anything to Dean would just be unnecessary and complicated. So he doesn't.

And they are on the road for a while. It's just easier for him to pick up women as it is, he tells himself. It doesn't help that he still doesn't have any experience with men and it feels kinda late to start now. (He knows Jess would call him a dumbass for thinking that way. He misses her.)

Anyways, he doesn't look stereotypically queer and only rarely gets a second look from some gay guys who must have outstanding gaydars. He always freezes before he can smile back.

Dean only notices on a subconscious level. He even makes fun of Sam by calling him gay for being too emotional. Sam almost laughs every time, he's not emotional cause he's gay. He's in touch with his emotions because he had to do a lot of soul-searching to figure out that he's gay. So yeah, Dean is spot on and oblivious at the same time because Sam doesn't fit his image of 'queer', he never really sees it.

This goes on for ages. Sam had already resigned himself to never saying anything about that part of himself when they get a case in the middle of nowhere and run into a guy Sam knows from College. Worse than that, a guy who was in the lgbt group he and Jess joined for a few meetings. A guy with dimples and a smile to die for who is smart enough to give Sam a run for his money.

Naturally, Dean won't stop teasing him for freezing up when the guy talks to them while simultaneously thinking it's probably just because Sam is embarrassed that he never actually finished law school.

Meanwhile the guy, let's call him Sebastian, is just delighted to see Sam again and won't stop talking to him, no flirting with him, Sam realizes. Dean is having a field day just watching the whole interaction and Sam is praying to the universe itself that Sebastian won't accidentally out him.

Thankfully the guy wasn't in Stanford for nothing and gets the hint. He doesn't out Sam, but he keeps flirting to keep him on edge. At first, Sam kind of resents him for what he represents.

They keep working the case, Sam wants to skip town as quickly as possible but he also kind of doesn't which is objectively worse. Dean won't leave him the fuck alone and he is really not having a good time anymore. Everything about him he had buried a while ago threatens to rise. They just keep running into Sebastian who is working on their case but as a lawyer. He suspects something is up and keeps trying to follow them.

Sam is torn between wanting to see him and wanting him gone, flattered by the attention and uncomfortable with it. Once, Sebastian catches him alone and asks him why he doesn't want to come out to Dean. He assures Sam that living as one's true self is always better, even if it's complicated sometimes. And Sam believes it because he knows it's true. He doesn't get a chance to answer because Dean interrupts them but now Sebastian is firmly on his mind and won't leave.

The case turns a little heated, law enforcement figures out that they aren't actually cops. Sebastian is there as they get questioned. He suspects that something weird is going on and manages to request a minute alone with the brothers.

He wants to hear them out on a gut feeling, even though he doesn't really trust them anymore. He also still flirts with Sam despite not having gotten a response so far. Only that now there is a certain bite behind it rather than the usual charm because he does think that Sam might be guilty despite not wanting to believe it.

Only that then, Sam has officially had enough for the week. He sits up straight and holds eye contact, and he flirts back.

Dean's jaw is practically on the floor at this point. Sebastian just gets kinda pissed off that after all his chances Sam chooses to take him up on it now of all times. It's enough to make him listen to Sam who swears they are innocent and that they can prove it. The Cop hears the last part as he walks back into the room and is visibly not impressed.

Sebastian believes him enough to call in a couple of favors though, he gets them out temporarily and swears he'll lock them back up if they can't prove their innocence but Sam just genuinely thanks him and doesn't react to any show of emotion, again.

They drive to the crime scene. The entire time Sam hears Dean's comments from the police station ring through his head. 'The one time you are the one to flirt us out of a situation and its with a dude. Seriously don't you feel kinda dirty?' He had said it jokingly enough, mostly trying to stifle his awe at Sam's sheer audacity and the ridiculousness of their situation.

But it hadn't made Sam feel bad. Like at all. The fact that Sebastian trusted him enough to give them that chance left him feeling warm and fuzzy even though the man's expression at the moment was anything but.

It had felt good to answer rather than just permit what was happening to him, it had felt good to see Dean's smug expression knocked off his face, it had felt good to say what he'd been thinking since they first ran into Sebastian. And if Sebastian looked just the slightest bit flustered in his surprise then that was just another bonus.

"Handcuffs look good on you, Sam. It's a shame the circumstances aren't different or I'd appreciate the view a lot more."

"Well, I'd say let's have dinner first but as you can see, I'm a bit tied up at the moment. If you get us out of here, however, I think you could enjoy more than just the view."

He wasn't entirely sure what had possessed him but he didn't regret it. Dean seemed to have decided it was a purely tactical move on Sam's part and Sam was okay with that. Though obviously it just added fuel to Deans teasing. His suggestive comments reaching new heights, no matter how murderous a glare Sam shoots him.

Finally, they get back to the crime scene but the monster is there too. They are just done explaining their proof to a skeptical Sebastian when it attacks again. Obviously, a desperate and bloody fight ensues. The thing attacks Sam and Sebastian shoots it, which just makes it angry. It turns to attack him instead, Dean tries to stop it and gets thrown around. At the very last second, Sam figures out what to do and kills the thing (by, idk, stabbing it with the bone of a previous victim?)

Whatever happened in the blur of the fight, by the end of it they all are thoroughly shaken. Sebastian got hurt pretty badly and Sam ends up half carrying him outside. Dean got away with a sprained ankle, he and Sam were both covered in scratches and bruises though. Naturally, Dean jokes right away that Sam should start thinking of ways to make what happened up to Sebastian, Sam just shoots him a look.

Once they had brought a safe distance between them and the chaos, Sebastian had started to feel better. He thanks them but he also demands further explanations, this time they give him full truth. He is also still clinging to Sam, going for more physical contact than necessary even though he stopped with the flirting. Sam just lets him and quietly figures that the guy won't be interested in him anymore after what happened. He lets himself enjoy the closeness while it lasts.

Dean is watching them with an unreadable expression but he doesn't call Sam out on it. After a while of just sitting in his car with them in the backseat, he starts to get uncomfortable with all of their staring. He asks Sebastian where they should drop him off and quickly makes it clear that he intends to skip town early the next morning. Sam feels dread settle over him.

They reach Sebastian's place and watch him get out. The car door had just closed behind him when Dean made one last joke, telling Sam to kiss his damsel in distress goodnight before they move on. Similar to how he felt in the police station, Sam has had enough. His jaw tenses and the last of his resolve melts away. Dean will just have to deal, he decides.

With one last glare at his brother, he gets out of the car in a split second and decides to do just that. He stops Sebastian just a few steps further down the sidewalk. His brain hasn't really caught up to what he is about to do just yet, stuck again on what Sebastian had said about being true to oneself and on how pretty the man's sharp features look under the streetlight as he glances up at Sam, eyes wide with surprise.

"I don't want to hide anymore," Sam blurts out. Quickly followed by, "I'm sorry I didn't flirt back sooner, for what it's worth, I really really wanted to." That earns him the biggest smile he could have hoped for and before he knows what's going on, he is being kissed by soft lips and his hands are pulling somebody elses' suit jacket closer to him. It's soft and desperate at the same time, they both still have blood on their faces and fear in their bones and it's perfect.

Just as Sam finds himself thinking how well worth the wait this was and how he never wants it to end, somebody presses down on their car's horn. Hard. He sighs and pulls away, already knowing it's Dean who is having his world view flipped. Sam refuses to feel bad.

Foreheads resting against one another, Sebastian asks him to come inside with him. Sam agrees.

Fighting the urge to flip off his brother as they approach the house, he shoots him a self-satisfied smirk over his shoulder instead. There's still time to face the consequences in the morning, he decides.

It's more than just a momentary attraction though, this man is somebody who understands Sam, who knew Jess. Weirdly enough, he thinks Jess would have approved.

He thinks about how Jess always swore bookclub was boring and went every week anyways. He thinks about how Sebastian did the same, up until Jess died he knows now, insisting that it was no fun without her sarcastic commentary. Sebastian didn't mention how he still can't pick up a copy of pride and prejudice without tearing up.

He thinks about how they had so much in common back at Stanford and how much his life has changed since then, but he hasn't changed. Not in the ways that had made them connect in the first place at least.

That's probably another reason for him to go with Sebastian. Had it just been anybody, he would have let it all slide in favor of not coming out to Dean but it's been too long since he felt a connection with anybody. Something tells him Sebastian feels the same and he wonders how the other mans life has changed, if he too sometimes felt like nobody knew him.

When you fight one apocalypse after the next, there is no need to discuss whether you prefer reading Hemmingway or Wilde. But that was what Sam has always wanted, the privilege and freedom of having genuine discussions about trivial things and essentially the time to care about them.

Of course Dean knew him, they knew each other, they'd go to the end of the world for each other. They just don't have particularly much in common beyond that. If he attempts to discuss books with Dean, he will get smacked over the head with the book he's talking about. And really he can't even blame Dean for not having the energy it takes to pretend to care. It's just how their lives are but Sam can still want something more.

He texts Dean to pick him up in the morning and quickly loses his jacket, eager to get his hands back on everything he knows he can't have.

It wasn't until almost fifteen minutes later as Sebastian was pushing him down on his mattress (with the lights on and in perfect view of the window, he realized the next morning) that he heard the rumble of the Impalas engine as it left the driveway behind. Then and there, he really didn't give a damn.

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(Part two coming soon)

Part two will focus on Deans reaction and the morning after btw

I know there is only a really small fanbase for this kind of ficlet but damn I had fun writing it. No wonder it's much longer than it was supposed to be *sigh*. Feedback is more than welcome!