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archiveofvirtue · 3 months ago

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OFFICER ⸻ dean winchester

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

summary / you have been dealing with a series of bizarre murders, stuck as the killer stays unknown to you. When suddenly two FBI Agents enter the New Orleans Police Department where you are leading the case. Dean is very much intrigued by you, due to you being both sharp and attractive. You, however, quickly discover that the brothers aren't who they claim to be. Instead of reporting them, you decide to confront Dean in your own 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 you are," 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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aylacavebear · 4 months ago

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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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guizika · 11 months ago

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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.

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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

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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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welldonebeca · 2 years ago

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Trust Your Doctor

Summary: Nancy Sousa visits her gyno alone for the first time.

He opens her door to a whole new world.

Pairing: Sam x Nancy (OC), Dean x Nancy (OC)

Warnings: Doctor Sam, Nurse Dean. Posessive Sam. Tension. Virginity kink. Virginity loss. Someone is absolutely breaking an oath here. Dirty thoughts. Size difference. Size kink. Pining. Masturbation. Praising kink. Overstimulation. Multiple orgasms. Threesome. A little bit of breeding kink. Cockwarming. Daddy kink. Unsafe sex.

Nancy squeezed her bra strap tightly as she waited for someone to call her name.

The front room was completely empty after the last lady - a pregnant woman - had gone in, and left over five minutes ago.

And yet, Nancy hadn't been called.

The room was in complete silence, so much that was just making her grow more anxious than ever before in her life.

This was the first time she was at Doctor Winchester's office alone. All times before, mum was just by her side.

Right now, though, she was going to go in alone. She was an adult, after all.

It was a little weird to have a male gynaecologist, but he was highly recommended by her mother's doctor, and was covered by her insurance.

After turning eighteen, she didn't feel the need to go back for quite some time. But now, she was thinking that maybe it was time to get on birth control. That meant that she needed to see her doctor again.

Doctor Samuel Winchester.

"Nancy Sousa?" she heard, and looked up quickly, finding a green-eyed man staring at her.

A nurse in blue scrubs was standing in front of her, looking at her with a little smile on his face.

"I'm Nurse Dean Winchester, are you Nancy Sousa?"

The little brunette's eyes stared at him in awe. She didn't know nurses ever came out this pretty.

"Uh..." she mumbled. "Where do I go?"

"I'll take you," Dean smiled.

She nodded slowly, a bit surprised.

Didn’t they have a specific person at the front desk for those things?

Why did the nurse have to come to get her?

And his name…

He threw her a look, and Nancy felt her face burning hot as she blushed.

"Call me Dean, sweetheart," he told her.

She nodded.

"Mister Dean," she corrected herself. "I've never seen you around before."

He raised his eyebrows at the question.

"I'm new," he told her. "Got the job because of my brother, Doctor Samuel."

She looked down at her own hands. Of course. To be this good-looking, he had to be related to doctor Winchester.

"He told me about you," he said, sounding like he was smirking. "You're even prettier than I thought."

Nancy looked at him with wide eyes, surprised and flustered.

"I'd stare at your pussy for free, and Sammy is paid to do that," he chuckled. "Lucky guy."

She choked on her saliva, shocked, but before Nancy could say anything about it, the door to the doctor's office opened, revealing doctor Winchester.

"Thank you, Dean," Samuel said quickly. "Come in, Miss Sousa. I was waiting for you."

Nancy stepped through the door with her face still on fire, and sat down quickly in front of the large white desk in the room.

"I hope I didn't make you wait too long," Doctor Winchester shot her a charming smile.

"Not really," she mumbled. "Uh... the nurse...."

"My brother," he pressed his lips together, looking bothered. "He didn't get the memo that he doesn't have quite that charming of a personality."

She giggled a little, and Sam grinned.

"I suppose your mother is waiting outside?" he asked, writing something down on his computer.

Nancy shook her head, pushing her hair behind her ears.

"No, sir, it's just me today," she mumbled.

Doctor Sam hummed a confirmation.

"Of course," he said simply. "A young woman like you needs her privacy."

She nodded, agreeing. It was a little scary to do this, but he was right. She was an adult now, and should consider herself and be treated as such.

"Alright," he looked away from the screen. "Is there anything you're worried about? Any pain, any lump?"

Nancy shook her head.

"And your period?"

"As regular as always," she assured him.

He hummed positively again.

"Any pain during sex I should be worried about?"

She shook her head.

"No pain and no sex," she mumbled.

He hummed a little, looking a little intrigued.

Nancy waited for him to say something about that. It was normal, right, for her doctor to be asking her about her sex life? He was her gyno, after all.

"But I'm dating someone," she said, a little too quickly. "And I may need birth control. Soon."

Doctor Samuel raised his eyebrows, and though he was wearing a mask, Nancy could see he was surprised.

"Well, it is very wise and smart of you to come to me before you do it," he said, finally.

Nancy exhaled, forcing herself to relax.

"Yeah, I... I wanted to make sure I'm doing the right thing," she mumbled.

Doctor Samuel nodded.

"And are you sure you know what you're doing?" he asked. "That you want to do it?"

Nancy frowned, looking at him, though it was hard to read his expression under the mask.

Why was he wearing a mask? Wasn't she supposed to be seeing his face before the physical exam?

"I... I don't know?" she stuttered.

He rested his hands on the desk between them, and she couldn't help noticing how big they were.

"How long have you known this guy?" he asked. "I mean, I suppose it is a guy, that is the only sort of relationship that demands you to get birth control."

She nodded, a little embarrassed.

Yes, it was a guy. She had been dating him since before graduation, she trusted him a lot now, he was both her friend and a really good boyfriend.

"I mean, it's been almost a year?" she answered, confused. "It's enough right?"

Doctor Sam sighed, moving to the computer again and writing something down.

"And do you want the pill, an IUD..." he listed. "Maybe an implant?"

Nancy looked in his eyes, realising he wasn't so sure about the last one.

"Which one is quicker?" she mumbled.

"The pill," he told her. "It's the one I recommend the most for someone in your age group."

She nodded slowly.

"You know, it is the most comfortable one in terms of pain and management..." he listed.

That made her frown, confused.

"Pain?" she asked.

Sam confirmed, looking a little worried.

"Well, you know... The insertion and the adjustment period of the IUD and the implant are really hurtful," he told her.

"Oh," she sighed.

Nancy sat back in her seat.

"And with the pill, you just have to remember to take it every day," he said, looking like he was smiling with the way his eyes were squeezed.

She nodded, and he chuckled.

"And if you forget, you'll get a little bum in the oven," he giggled.

Her cheeks heated up in response, and Nancy clenched her hands at the hem of her dress.

"I should put on my gown," she realised.

Doctor Samuel nodded.

“You can go behind the curtain,” he told her. “I’ll just write you a prescription and meet you there in a minute.”

Nancy shot him a confused look, but hurried up when he raised her an eyebrow.

She distinctly remembered how he usually left the room and only came back once her mother told him she was ready. Maybe undressing behind the curtain was the norm, and he was just trying to accommodate mum before?

The short brunette tried to be quick, undressing in a hurry while she listened to him typing something down in his computer, and put the ugly gown on before folding her dress and underwear, placing them on the chair.

“Are you ready, Miss Sousa?” he asked, and she could see his silhouette as her doctor rose from his seat.

Nancy’s eyes widened once she saw him on his feet. She had never realised how tall and strong he was before.

"Yes, sir."

She watched as he walked around the door and took the things that were supposed to keep her feet up, and swallowed down, a little nervous.

Doctor Winchester slowly pulled the side of the curtain facing the wall open, and looked at her with soft and sweet eyes.

“Lay down, please.”

. . .

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"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.

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