#sammys sanctuary

[mybatimblog]

i think its funny that every writer seems to agree that when you write a scene within Sammy's sanctuary, you never ever mention the toilet in there

[brachyzoid]

Gonna share some Sammie art over here

My FFXIV Warrior of Light!

[nevaehdavis5675]

Why is there a toilet in my dads sanctuary?

what if someone walked in on him doing his business? I didn't know he had a toilet in his sanctuary XD - Samantha Lawrence

[angelicjackles]

— Gotta earn it.

cw: fem!reader, established reader, nothing but smut. cockwarming in bed mild dom!sam - nsfw. 700ish words a/n: this is just a small drabble, not a full fic. more of a tester fic to find my bearings than anything else!

It was quiet day within the bunker, with you and Sam in your shared bedroom, door firmly closed sealing the pair of you off from the rest of the world in your own little sanctuary. There was nothing to be done today, no hunting or research. As Dean would say you guys were having ‘a snow day,’ so naturally Dean had disappeared off somewhere, Cas was nowhere to be found, no worries about interruptions.

Which is precisely how you found yourself in this predicament, in bed together with some random movie playing on the TV—Sam may have been watching it, but you had other priorities. 

Namely, the fact that you were in his lap while he was buried balls deep in your tight heat.

Neither of you had gotten dressed yet, hell hadn’t left the room yet, so the pile of combined clothes resided on the floor next to the bed where they’d been discarded last night. His warm skin against yours was delicious, he was like a walking talking heater, always so warm and inviting; just like your pussy was so warm and inviting around his cock. 

But he wouldn’t fuck you, nor was he letting you fuck yourself, so you had to sit there cockwarming him as the movie played in the background.

His long, calloused fingertips caressing absentmindedly against your upper thighs, his chin resting comfortably against the top of your head while he watched the movie with genuine interest. He didn’t seem to realise that his little light touches in this current situation was like pouring gasoline on an open flame, pooling heat low in the pit of your stomach.

Without thinking about it you shifted in his lap, maybe just to readjust or maybe to try and entice him into touching you better, the result of which had the head of his cock brushing against your cervix, your walls fluttering around his length as a soft whimper tumbled out of your mouth.

Groaning quietly, his hand left your thigh and landed a sharp slap against your clit, making you cry out softly. “What’d I tell you, honey?” He asked in a low hum, but his lilted tone of voice made it clear he was searching for an actual answer.

“Sammy...” Came your pathetic little plea, rocking your hips into his hand in search of friction. Smack. You let out the prettiest gasp, biting down on your lower lip to stop yourself from crying out in frustrated pleasure. “Uh-uh, what’d I tell you?” He urged again, the other hand that was still on your thigh leaving to curl around your bare hip and hold you still in case you tried again. “Not to move, but—” you didn’t get a chance to finish that complaint before his thumb circled over your clit a few times, making you moan gently, but his hand on your hip kept you from bucking into that touch, forced to just feel that delicious touch. 

“There you go, you gotta earn your orgasm, baby,” he praised in a soft coo, pleased to hear your protests die on your lips. Could always count on his girl being his good little slut.

His fingers momentarily stilled on your clit, making you huff and pout at the loss. “Are you gonna be a good girl and sit still?” he asked in that low, soothing voice. “Or do you want to get off?” 

It wasn’t a threat. It was a choice, one he was leaving to you.

“...I’ll be good.” You mumbled far too quickly, as if getting off was even an option you’d consider. That wasn’t what you wanted, you’d rather have something than nothing. It was just torturous to feel his thick cock buried inside you when you couldn’t enjoy it to its full potential.

A smile curled at the corners of Sam’s mouth, making his eyes soften in the process. “That’s what I thought,” his fingers gave a few extra little circles of your needy clit just to show how pleased he was by your answer, he could have sworn he heard a breathy little murmur of ‘fuck’ slip past your lips, before both of his hands drifted back to their original position on your thighs.

Dropping his head back against the headboard, a soft sigh left his mouth, eyes flickering back to the TV screen, fingers resting stationary on the tops of your soft thighs as his attention returned back to the movie, his cock twitching inside you.

“Be good ‘til the end of the movie and I’ll take good care of all your needy little holes, sweetheart.”

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Sam Winchester, Hero

-warnings// angst, fluff, SMUT, MENTION OF SA!!

-lil summery// kind of my spin on the pilot episode, based when Sam’s in college, best friends to lovers trope

Sam x reader

Part 2

word count// 3330

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Your eyes burned as you continued to read the same line over and over, exhaustion threatening to take over your body any minute "hey you okay?" You looked towards the soft voice to see your best friend Sam, you nodded "yeah I'm just trying to finish this chapter I can't hand in another late assignment" you said stretching your limbs trying to wake yourself up 

Sam chuckled "it's after midnight, you’re gonna end up face down on your desk if you don't get to bed soon" you rolled your tired eyes playfully "I’ll be fine I'll just be another half hour then I'm done, you head on home, I'll be right behind you" Sam shook his head "not a chance this place isn't safe at night I'll wait for you" he said going to sit next to you "Sam sweetie, I'll be fine, our apartment is a ten minute walk at most, plus you know I can handle myself, I've kicked your ass plenty of times" you joked making him smile 

"Alright but I want you to knock on my door when your back home so I know your home safe, I'm giving you forty five minutes and if ur not home by then I'll be back here to haul your  ass home" he said firmly, he was always the worrier, that's what you loved about him the most

"I promise, scouts honour" you promised him with the scouts symbol he chuckled as he moved toward the door "see you at home Y/N" he called as the doors closed leaving you alone in the library, You rubbed your tired red eyes and got back to work, your blinking getting slower until all you could see was darkness and a warm fuzzy feeling take over your body.

Almost an hour later you awoke with a start "oh son of a bitch!" You exclaimed quietly looking at your watch, in a panic you shoved your stuff in your bag quickly before running out the big mahogany doors and taking off in a speed walk down the dark campus towards you and Sam's apartment, hoping he hadn't left yet

You were moments away from sanctuary before you heard the sound of loud foot steps behind you, your heart plummeting to your stomach as you picked up your own pace, you were less than a minute away, the footsteps got closer and your heart was beating a hundred beats per minute

The person behind you grabbed your arm roughly turning you around to face a tall brute of a man, glaring at you his lips twisted in a dirty smile "where you heading beautiful?" He asked his grip on your arm tightening making you wince "none of your business now get your damn hand off me you jackass!" You exclaimed trying to pull your arm away 

"Watch yourself now... the nicer you are to me the better I'll make you feel" the man said licking his greasy lips, your stomach turned and you regretted not leaving with Sam earlier. 

Tears pricked at your eyes as you tried to fight him off "if you touch me I swear I'll-" you started to say before a loud laugh cut you off "you'll what baby? Look at me then look at you, who's got the upper hand here?" he mocked before a third voice interrupted him 

"I do!" The voice said and a fist was slamming against your attackers face knocking the brute out, screaming you turned to see your saviour as the tears streamed down you face, you saw Sam looking back at you concern written all over his face "c'mon let's go" he said quickly taking your bag from you and pulling you tightly to his side making your worries instantly vanish as you cuddled into him 

Sam unlocked the door with his free hand, never letting go of you, he locked the door instantly as soon as you stepped inside "are you okay? I knew I shouldn't have fucking left" Sam told you his voice cracking slightly as his hands cradled your face in them as his green eyes scanned for any visible injuries.

"I'm okay Sammy" you assured him but he shook his head, his shaggy hair bouncing as he did "I'm so sorry I didn't get there sooner, I shouldn't have left you by yourself it's not safe i-" "SAM!" You yelled cutting his rambling off, his eyes snapping down to meet yours "I'm okay, I promise, you got me before he could do anything" you promised him, brushing a stray strand of shaggy brown hair behind his ear

He closed his eyes tightly and sighed loudly, his shoulders remaining as tense as ever, he wrapped his strong arms tightly around you, holding you tightly to him

You rest your head against his hard chest, listening to his heart beating like crazy as he breathed in your scent "are you okay sweetie?" You questioned looking up at him

Sam nodded slowly "I'm doing everything I can right now to stop myself from killing that perverted bastard" Sam confessed, his voice low and serious, you chuckled quietly "Sammy your the sweetest guy I've ever met, you don't have killer instincts in you" 

Sam swallowed thickly... little did you know who he really was, how many monsters he'd killed since he learned to walk "...yeah your probably right, come on let's get some sleep" Sam said changing the subject quickly

You stepped away from the his warm comforting embrace nodding your head, a quiet quiver threatening to leave your lips  "night Sammy" you leaned up to kiss his cheek before retreating to your bedroom.

You shivered as you walked into your dark bedroom, you pulled on an oversized shirt kicked off your jeans before getting into you bed, your whole body shook as you lay, the events of the night finally setting in your head

You let the hot tears fall slowly down your face as you fell asleep. 

You awoke a while later, you heart beating like crazy, your face stung as tears, new and fresh stuck to your cheeks, you tried catching your breath before making your way quickly to your bedroom door and down the hall to your best friends room

You knocked lightly on the door but there was no response other than the small snores on the other side, you questioned if you should just suck it up and go back to your own room but you knew you couldn't, not alone 

Taking a deep shaky breath you opened the door tip toeing towards the sleeping giant, "Sammy?" You whispered in a strained voice, "...Y/N... w-what's going on? Everything okay?" Sam quickly shot up suddenly as though he was wide awake. You tried to control your breathing before replying "y-yeah I uh, I-" you struggled to get out before you broke completely, your whole body shaking as more tears streamed down your swollen face

Sam was instantly pulling you down to sit next to him on his bed, pulling your shaking body tightly into his warm embrace, his muscular arms wrapping around you waist as you lay your head in the crook of his neck, "hey it's okay just breath" he said gently trolling your hair from your face "what happened?" He asked quietly stroking your wet hair behind your ear 

You took a deep shaky breath leaning into his touch "I- I just had a bad dream and I didn't want to be alone, can I stay with you, please?" You begged Sam, your heart racing like crazy, Sam's cheeks flushed a deep red as he nodded his head almost immediately "of course you can, you know you can always come to me no matter what" You smiled squeezing his hand tightly as a silent thank you.

Sam stayed in that position for another while longer, just holding you tightly to him as you slowly regained your breathing and the tears stopped rolling, "you ready to lay down?" Sam asked rubbing his hand up and down your cold arms nodding you move to his side, slowly lowering your self to rest against the cold unused pillow in Sam's bed, Sam turned to face you in the bed,

His hand once again reaching out for your own "I promise your safe here, I would never in a million years let anyone or anything hurt you" Sam assured you making your heart swell, "I know sweetie,  your like my very own superhero" you told him making his lips pull into his familiar grin "night gorgeous" Sam said giving your small hand another light squeeze "night Sammy" you whispered back.

You lay there another few minutes just staring into the dark room, this was different than how you felt earlier in your own bed, you felt safe... you just couldn't trust your mind enough to sleep

You turned to your side to face Sam, his eyes already on you "I can't sleep" you whispered lowly to him your faces inches apart as Sam moved closer his arm moving to wrap around your waist as his green eyes stared into yours "it'll be okay, I'm right here next to you" Sam promised making you smile up at him 

Your hand cupped the side of Sam's face gently as you moved closer, just testing the waters, letting him have time to pull away if he wanted to, but he didn't.

Sam closed the small gap between your lips quickly capturing you lips with his, you let out a small gasp as your hand flew to grip the back of his neck lightly, his own gripping your waist pulling you as close as possible to him, you let out a quiet moan as Sam moved you to lay on your back, his body rolling to hover above you 

You wrapped you legs tightly around Sam's hips pulling him down so that his covered cock was pressing against your clothed clit, "oh god Sammy" you breathed out pulling his hair slightly 

Sam moved his kisses down your neck causing your eyes to roll "Sam please" you begged tightening your legs around his hips, sam obeyed as he pulled back slightly to pull his grey shirt and off revealing his muscular chest, you ran your hand down from his toned chest down to his pyjama pants, you swallowed the thick lump of nerves in your throat "Y/N, we don't have to do this" Sam told you sensing your nerves 

You shook your head and smiled up at him "I want to do this, with you" you told him as you gently pulled him back down for a kiss, he smirked into the kiss, his hands moving to the hem of your oversized shirt you'd stolen from Sam many moons ago, he pulled the shirt off your body, revealing your bare breasts to him, he instantly grasped them in his warm hands

You let out a small moan of his name, arching your back from the bed "please touch me" you begged, sam chuckled and kissed his was down your chest taking each breast in his hot mouth before continuing his way down your stomach, he dragged your panties down off your legs, gasping at the cold air hitting your core you move to clench your thighs together

Sam's hands caught your thighs quickly, spreading them wider exposing you completely to him "you look so beautiful like this" Sam said his eyes a darker green, bordering a light brown, Sam blew cold air against your soaking pussy before diving in, you screamed in pleasure your hand rushing to gripe Sam's longer hair, "oh god Sammy! Please don't stop that feels so fucking good" you cried out as Sam sucked hour clit into his mouth and inserting his two long fingers inside your dripping hole "you taste fucking delicious Y/N I could stay between these legs all damn day if you let me" Sam said against your pussy, the vibrations of his deep voice and combination of his thrusting fingers causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head "I'm so close Sammy please!" You screamed in pleasure slamming your head back against the pillow behind you as Sam sped up his movements, all that could be heard in the room was heavy breaths and the sounds of Sam's mouth and fingers working you toward your orgasm

You cried out in ecstasy, Sam's long fingers curled inside of you hitting your g-spot repeatedly his lips wrapping around your clit stimulating you completely, you screamed Sam's name as the coil snapped, your orgasm came crashing towards you causing your body to shake slightly, sam carried you through it, not stopping until you gently pushed him away from you, you legs around his shoulders shaking "that was the hottest fucking thing in the world, I've never had a guy do that to me before" you breathed out, still trying to catch your breath

Sam chuckled giving you lips a small kiss "well you have only dated jackasses who clearly have no idea how to please their girls, if I had it my way I'd have you tied to the bed with me down there all damn night" Sam confessed making your heart pound, you looked at him threw half lidded eyes a smirk playing on your lips "I'm not opposed to getting tied up sometime" you said making sam groan loudly as you pulled him into another deep kiss, your hand snuck it's way into his pants and wrapped around his hard cock, you started to move your hand in an up and down motion before Sam quickly grabbed your wrist stopping you

Your eyes snapped to his in a panic and your heart raced in panic, "What's wrong?" You questioned quickly and Sam smiled "nothing it's just… I'd rather be inside you gorgeous" Sam told you and he kicked the rest of his pants off leaving his big hard cock on full display making your mouth water "do you have a condom?" You struggled to ask as your mouth was suddenly dry

Sam nodded, hovering over your bare body to reach into his nightstand, he quickly pulled out a familiar foil package, he ripped it open quickly with his teeth and rolled it onto his erect member "are you sure your okay with this?" Sam, ever the gentleman asked you, his hands ran up and down your waist in a comforting way making you smile  "of course I am Sammy" you confessed wrapping your legs tightly around his hips and pulling him down to you so he was chest to chest to you

Sam leaned down to capture your lips in a sensual kiss, not rushed or hard like the other kisses, you felt him place his covered tip at your entrance, your pussy clenching in desperation to feel him inside you,

Your moan caught in your throat as Sam pushed his way inside you, filling you up, inch by inch

Sam sucked in a harsh breath, his lips moving to attach to your neck "god Y/N your so fucking tight, can already feel you squeezing me" he groaned out hotly against your neck, you giggled softly as your hands ran up Sam's muscled back, he began to move his hips slowly to rest the waters, there was a slight pain but nothing could take away from the pleasure of having Sam so close to you like this "faster Sammy please" you told him arching against him to allow him to push inside you deeper, Sam obeyed and grabbed your thighs, he pushed them up so you knees were against your chest, your calves hanging over his broad shoulders

Sam pulled his hips almost all the way back before slamming back inside you making you scream in pleasure

He continued to slam his cock deep inside you at a fast pace, hitting your G-spot with every thrust his pelvic bone pressing against you swollen clit adding just the right amount of pleasure "yes!" You screamed dragging your nails down Sam's back as white hot pleasure clouded your vision, you knew your orgasm was fast approaching as the coil in your stomach tightened "cum with me baby" you moaned out, Sam quickened his movements feeling his own orgasm crash against him, he moved his hand down to rub your clit quickly causing the band in your stomach to snap, you screamed Sam's name as your juices came flowing out of you, down Sam's thighs as Sam groaned feeling the condom fill with his hot seed 

Sam continued to thrust a few more times slowly to calm you both downs, whimpering when he pulled out you gave him a gentle kiss on his now swollen lips "that was amazing" you said once you pulled away causing Sam to chuckle, he threw the used condom in his trash can "yeah that was the best sex I've ever had" Sam confessed making your heart race and your cheeks turn pink when you giggled “yeah me too”

Sam pushed a stray hair behind your ear, his eyes staring into your own with intensity “I really like you Y/N, your my best friend.. I mean I know we just crossed the line of just friends but I want you, I mean, I want this, not just sex.. I mean I want you.. all of you” Sam confessed before kissing you quickly to solidify his words 

Your heart pounded against your chest as you listened to Sam’s confession, “I want that to Sammy” you said placing your hands on either side of his face, leaning in to peck his kiss swollen lips a couple of times until the smiles on both your lips made it impossible to keep going “so how about tomorrow after your last class we head down the Chinese place for dinner and we can rent a movie to take back home?” Sam asked you nervously “I’d love that” you told him before going to the bathroom to get ready for bed again, this time in the safe protective arms of your boyfriend.

A couple of hours later you awoke to voices in the kitchen, panic rose in your chest before you turned to wake Sam, surprised when all that was in his spot was cold sheets, you furrowed you brows before getting up, you quickly pulled on your over side shirt and panties before stalking towards the kitchen where your boyfriend and another man were talking  “sam?” You called for him making his head snap towards you “Y/N hey what you doing out of bed?” Sam questioned placing his hand on your arm 

You opened your mouth to answer before the other man moved towards you a big flirty smile graced his lips “wow you are so far out of my brothers league” the man said making sam roll his eyes “oh your Dean! Sam’s told me a lot about you” you said making him chuckle “all good I hope” he said before turning his attention back to your boyfriend before staring at you again “listen sweetheart, I gotta talk to your boyfriend here about some family business would you mind giving us a minute?” He asked trying to be as nice as possible “of course I’ll just-” you were cut off by Sam’s big arm wrapping tightly around yours waist pulling you tightly to his side “no, anything you can say to me, you can say in front of Y/N” Sam told him his chest puffed out in anger 

Dean clapped his hands together in frustration “fine, dad hasn’t been home in a couple days” Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes dramatically once again “yeah, he’ll come stumbling back on in soon enough, just like he always does!” Sam said annoyed, his muscled arm around your waist tightening as Dean sighed lowly 

 “alright, dads on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days”. 

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Epilogue

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky comes from a well respected family, he falls in love with a girl who prefers the simple things in life. Follow their journey through the years.

Word count: 1,042

Warnings: angst, heavy use of pet names. fluff. swearing.

A/N: No description of reader other than she has curly hair.

A/N: The love and support throughout this series has been incredible! Thank you to each and every one of you, you’re amazing💞

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A few years after her parents passing away the family were back in the church saying their goodbyes to their uncles and aunts, one by one.

On Georgia’s eighteenth birthday Y/n gave her the metal tin containing the wooden animal toys Grace had given her when she was a child. Georgia though eighteen loved them. Loved the fact that she had something of Y/n’s when she was child.

Now that Natalia had turned eighteen Georgia handed her the metal tin, telling her the same thing Y/n had told her.

Natalia smiling at the thought of handing it down to her daughter that was still growing in her stomach, knowing one day that she’ll be passing it down to her daughter and she’ll continue the tradition.

In the years that followed Georgia had expanded the number of buildings of Grace and Bunny’s Haven, each building having a memorial plaque dedicated to her grandmother she never met, her mom and dad. And even after all the years that passed without her parents being there, people would put flowers in front of the plaque, Georgia even caught a few people saying thank you to Y/n for giving them their freedom back.

“Georgia, come on we’re going to be late” Sammy says from the doorway, looking at his sister as she gets up from her seat.

“Just give me a second, just need to put this folder away”

“New people?”

“Yeah, Billy said they’d be here next week.”

Sammy nods and takes her bag for her, holding the door open they make their way outside where a sleek black car awaits them. Opening the car door for her he mumbles under his breath about how it wouldn’t kill her to say thank you which she sticks her tongue out at him.

Throughout the car ride Georgia’s knee starts to bounce up and down, going over her speech in her head she flinches slightly when she feels Sammy take her hand in his, squeezing lightly.

“It’s going to be fine”

“I hope so”

As the car pulls up to the gate Sammy shakes Georgia’s hand to gain her attention she looks up and gasps. The turn out was bigger than they expected.

Today was the unveiling of the bronze statue of Y/n and Grace hand in hand, Georgia had found a photo of her mom and grandmother when she was cleaning out her childhood home with her brothers, she spoke with her brothers about getting a sculpture to make a statue. It had taken a few years to do it, the sculpture told them that he wanted to take his time as it was a personal project. Georgia’s eyes widened when he told her his name, told her that Y/n had taken him, his sister and dad in. Robbie.

The statue stood tall and proudly with a large cloth covering it in front of the administration building.

“Thank you to all those that came out today, it truly means the world to me and my family. Today we mark twenty years since my parents passed away, and two days ago we celebrated forty five years of Grace and Bunny’s Haven opening, and today we are here to unveil the statue dedicated to my beautiful mom and grandmother who are the whole reason why there are now twenty seven havens darted around not only America but in other countries. My mom had a dream of creating a safe place, a sanctuary for those who were in need, my brothers and I have continued to expand her dream. Our children and now grandchildren are following in our footsteps.”

Georgia pauses when a round of applause begins. “Robbie here has created the statue we are here to unveil today, he didn’t tell me until afterwards that he was here when he was a child with his sister and father, I remembered him remembered running around playing tag with him and the other children, and I remember him being the master of hide and seek” again she pauses as everyone laughs.

“Before the rain comes and ruins our day, boys come on” Jamie, Stevie and Sammy move forward to stand next to Georgia, Natalia starts to a countdown that everyone joins in with, when they get to one the proud children of Y/n and Bucky pull down the cloth, revealing the perfect bronze statue of their mom as a child and their grandmother who they had never met but heard stories about.

The statue stood tall and proudly. Georgia couldn’t take her eyes off it no matter how hard she tried. Well no one could really.

It was beautiful.

“Thank you Robbie, thank you for everyone who came out today, thank you for your donations and support it means the world to us. There are some refreshments available inside, please enjoy the day. Thank you”

After having photos taken by a local photographer who worked for the newspaper, they all head inside. People sharing stories about being there when they were children, telling them how lucky they were to have been able to come to a place where no judgements were made, lucky that someone took the chance on them and helped them.

“You’re going to catch a cold you know?” Billy says making Georgia jump.

“D-do you think she’s proud of us?”

“Of course she is, so is your dad darling” Wrapping his arms around her he pulls his wife into his side, looking up at the statue of his mother in law he smiles softly.

“They’d be proud of all of us Georgie, I just know it” Jamie speaks as he walks over with his brothers.

All five of them stand in the pouring rain arm in arm staring at the statue. None of them knowing that the figures of Y/n, Bucky, Grace are standing behind them in the same stance as them.

Jamie was right. They were proud of all of their children, proud of their accomplishments, proud to call them their children.

As Georgia, Billy, Jamie, Stevie and Sammy head back inside Y/n and Bucky take one last look of their children and smile at each other before returning back to their family who was waiting on them on the other side, hand in hand.

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𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙵𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙴𝙳 | bartender!dean winchester

Summary: Dean Winchester needs a job after his little brother left for Stanford, and he’s good at mixing drinks. You happen to work at Harvelle’s Roadhouse, which is the place he chose to work at. He finds a family. He finds a new life. But he also finds you. But you have problems of your own.

A/N - My first reader series, do make sure to comment and/or reblog feedback. Set with S1/2 Dean cause I love our baby boy 😁 and pretend group chats exist on old phones lol

A/N - Sorry guys again, posting’s gotten erratic! But here’s chapter four!

four - cosmopolitan

The sun had begun its slow descent below the horizon, casting long shadows across the road as Sam Winchester drove through the seemingly endless stretch of rural America. The familiar hum of his car’s engine was a comforting constant amidst the turmoil of his thoughts. The message from Dean had been cryptic enough to stir his concern. It had been a while since Sam had seen his brother, and the Roadhouse, a legendary haven for hunters, seemed an unusual place for Dean to spend his time.

Sam had left behind more than just academic life; he had temporarily stepped away from the normalcy he had fought so hard to achieve. The quaint college life, with its predictable routines and its bubble of safety, was a stark contrast to the unpredictable and often dangerous world of hunting that he had grown up in. As the miles slipped by, he found his mind drifting back to those times — the thrill of the hunt, the camaraderie with Dean, and the constant struggle against forces that most people didn’t even know existed.

The Roadhouse itself was something of a legend in hunter circles. He had heard about it from Dean and their father, John Winchester. Run by Ellen Harvelle and her daughter Jo, it was a sanctuary where hunters could find rest, resources, and most importantly, a sense of community. Sam’s curiosity was piqued, and he found himself wondering what had driven Dean to this place. Dean had always been the more steadfast of the two, embracing the hunting life with a fervor that Sam had never fully shared. For him to seek refuge here suggested something deeper was at play.

As Sam pulled up to the Roadhouse, the building’s rustic charm was immediately apparent. It stood proudly against the backdrop of the fading light, its wooden exterior weathered but sturdy. Neon signs flickered in the windows, and the sound of classic rock music wafted through the air. Sam’s heart quickened with a mix of anticipation and anxiety as he parked the car and stepped out.

He pushed open the heavy wooden door, the creak of the hinges announcing his arrival. The interior was dimly lit, filled with the scent of aged wood, spilled beer, and the faint aroma of fried food. A jukebox played softly in the corner, and a few patrons were scattered around, engaged in hushed conversations. Sam’s eyes quickly scanned the room, landing on a familiar figure hunched over the bar. Dean.

Dean Winchester, with his rugged good looks and perpetual aura of confidence, looked strangely out of place in his solitude. His shoulders were slumped, and his usually bright eyes were shadowed with fatigue. Sam felt a pang of concern; it was rare to see his brother so visibly weighed down.

“Dean,” Sam called out, his voice cutting through the ambient noise.

Dean’s head snapped up, his eyes widening in surprise. “Sammy?” He slid off the barstool, a genuine smile spreading across his face as he approached his younger brother. “What are you doing here?”

Sam returned the smile, though he couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. “I got your message. Thought I’d come see what’s going on.”

Dean’s expression flickered with confusion. “Message? I didn’t send you a message, Sam.”

Sam frowned, pulling out his phone to show Dean the text he had received. It was brief, but enough to raise his suspicions: Need to talk. Roadhouse.

Dean stared at the screen, his brow furrowing. “I didn’t send this. But since you’re here, it’s good to see you, man.”

Sam couldn’t help but chuckle at Dean’s characteristic nonchalance. “Yeah, it’s good to see you too. But seriously, what’s going on? Why are you here?”

Dean shrugged, his smile fading slightly. “Just needed a break. Figured the Roadhouse was as good a place as any to clear my head.”

Sam didn’t buy it for a second. He knew his brother too well. Dean was evading, deflecting. “Come on, Dean. You don’t take breaks. What’s really going on?”

Dean sighed, glancing around the room before motioning for Sam to follow him to a quieter corner. They settled into a booth, the worn leather seats creaking under their weight. Dean took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the table.

“It’s Dad,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “We had a fight. A bad one.”

Sam’s heart ached for his brother. He knew all too well the strain their father’s relentless drive had put on them both. “What happened?”

Dean ran a hand through his short-cropped hair, frustration evident in every movement. “Same old story. He’s obsessed with finding the demon that killed Mom. And he expects me to be right there with him, every step of the way. I just… I needed some space, you know?”

Sam nodded, understanding all too well. Their father’s obsession had been a constant shadow over their lives, dictating every decision, every move. “I get it, Dean. I really do. But you know you don’t have to carry this burden alone. We’re in this together.”

Dean’s eyes softened, the tension in his posture easing slightly. “Thanks, Sammy. I just… I don’t know. Sometimes it feels like it’s all on me. Keeping us together, keeping Dad from going off the deep end.”

Sam reached across the table, gripping his brother’s shoulder firmly. “We’re family, Dean. We look out for each other. Always.”

Dean gave a small nod, the corners of his mouth lifting in a faint smile. “Yeah, I know. It’s just hard sometimes.”

For a moment, they sat in comfortable silence, the bond between them a palpable force. Sam felt a surge of protectiveness towards his older brother. Despite Dean’s tough exterior, he was still just a man carrying the weight of their family’s legacy.

“So,” Dean said, breaking the silence, “how’s life at Stanford? Still planning on marrying that girl of yours?”

The question brought a genuine smile to Sam’s face. “Jess is great. She’s been really supportive, even with all the craziness. And yeah, we’re still planning the wedding.”

Dean’s smile widened, a rare moment of unguarded happiness. “That’s good, man. I’m happy for you. You deserve it.”

Sam’s heart swelled with gratitude. Despite everything, Dean had always been his biggest supporter. “Thanks, Dean. It means a lot coming from you.”

As they caught up on each other’s lives, the Roadhouse continued its quiet hum around them. Ellen Harvelle moved behind the bar with practiced ease, her sharp eyes taking in the brothers’ reunion. She had seen many hunters come and go, each with their own stories, but the Winchesters held a special place in her heart. She knew the weight of their family’s mission and the toll it took on them.

“Hey, Ellen,” Dean called out as she approached their table. “Two beers, please.”

Ellen nodded, her expression softening. “On the house, boys. It’s good to see you two together.”

Sam smiled gratefully. “Thanks, Ellen. We appreciate it.”

As Ellen brought over the beers, she lingered for a moment, her eyes flicking between the brothers. “You boys take care of each other, you hear?”

Dean nodded, raising his bottle in a silent toast. “Always do, Ellen.”

With a final, approving nod, Ellen returned to the bar, leaving the brothers to their conversation. Sam took a sip of his beer, savoring the cold, bitter taste. It had been a long journey, both literally and figuratively, to get here. But as he looked at Dean, he felt a renewed sense of purpose. No matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.

“So, what’s the plan?” Sam asked, leaning back in his seat.

Dean’s eyes glinted with mischief. “Well, I was thinking we could have a few, get wasted.”

Sam laughed, shaking his head. “You never change, do you?”

Dean’s grin was infectious. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, Sammy.”

For a brief moment, it felt like they were kids again, dreaming of adventures and making plans that defied the expectations of their reality. The Roadhouse, with its walls steeped in history and its patrons seasoned by life’s battles, seemed to embrace them in a cocoon of camaraderie and understanding. Here, amidst the shadows and the flickering lights, they found a sense of normalcy, however fleeting.

The jukebox in the corner switched to a familiar tune, and Dean’s face lit up. “Remember this one?” he asked, tapping his foot to the beat.

Sam chuckled. “Yeah, Dad used to play it all the time on those long drives.”

Dean’s eyes took on a faraway look, as if he were back in the Impala, driving down endless highways with their father at the wheel. “Those were the days, huh?”

“Yeah,” Sam agreed, though his memories of those days were tinged with a longing for something more. “But we’ve got a lot of good days ahead of us too.”

Dean clinked his bottle against Sam’s, a silent agreement passing between them. Whatever the future held, they would face it side by side.

As the evening wore on, the Roadhouse filled with more hunters seeking respite. The conversations grew louder, the laughter more boisterous. Sam and Dean remained in their corner, catching up on lost time and revelling in the simplicity of being together.

When Dean was mid whiskey and mid conversation, you came back from a supply run, swinging the keys to your car on your finger. His attention was immediately caught by your infectious smile, his lips parted as he took you in, the halo he always saw around your head contradicted by the sinful amount of beer he knew was in the shopping bag you carried.

Sam’s eyes followed Dean’s, and his foot tapped his older brother’s with a smirk. “Who’s that?”

Dean snapped out of it, licking his lips and his eyes briefly followed your heavenly, sinful ass in those jeans before contradicting himself. “Who’s who?”

“Yeah, you heard me.” He laughed, shaking his head. “You’re looking at her like she’s God’s gift to men.”

“She’s no one. I mean, she’s someone, but not like that.” Dean swollen, then smirked slightly. “She’s hot.”

“Knew it.”

“Look, can we change the subject? Don’t want anyone sharing my secrets like we’re in Mean Girls.”

Eventually, the topic turned back to their father, and Sam felt compelled to ask, “Do you think Dad’s okay?”

Dean’s expression grew serious. “Honestly, I don’t know. He’s been so focused on finding the damn demon that I think he’s losing sight of everything else. But we’ll figure it out. We always do.”

Sam nodded, though he couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. Their father’s obsession had driven a wedge between them more than once, and he feared what might happen if it continued unchecked. But for now, he chose to focus on the present, on the fact that he was here with his brother, and that they had each other’s backs.

As the night deepened, the Roadhouse’s patrons began to thin out. Ellen and Jo moved through the room, tidying up and exchanging friendly banter with the remaining hunters. Sam and Dean finally stood, stretching their legs and preparing to call it a night.

“You got a room here?” Sam asked, following Dean towards the back.

“Nah, I’m hooked up with a friend,” Dean replied. “I’ll see if Ellen’s got one for you.”

Ellen appeared at that moment, as if summoned by their conversation. “Need a room, Sam?”

He nodded gratefully. “If you’ve got one, that would be great.”

“Of course,” she said with a warm smile. “Anything for a Winchester.”

As she handed Sam a key, she added, “You boys get some rest. Tomorrow’s another day.”

Sam and Dean thanked her, then made their way to their respective rooms. As Sam closed the door behind him, he felt a sense of peace settle over him. Despite the uncertainty and the challenges that lay ahead, he knew they would face them together. And that made all the difference.

Lying on the bed, Sam stared up at the ceiling, his thoughts drifting back to Stanford, to Jess, and to the life he had momentarily left behind. He missed her, missed the normalcy of their life together, but he also knew that this was where he needed to be right now. With his brother, navigating the complexities of their family and their shared destiny.

He closed his eyes, the sounds of the Roadhouse fading into the background. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, but for now, he allowed himself the luxury of rest. He was home, in a sense, and that was enough.

As the night stretched on, the brothers drifted into a restless sleep, their dreams filled with memories of the past and visions of the future. The Roadhouse stood as a silent witness to their reunion, a testament to the enduring strength of family and the bonds that could never be broken.

The Roadhouse buzzed with the usual hum of conversation and clinking glasses, but in a quieter corner, Ruby and Meg were engrossed in a conversation that had nothing to do with hunting or the supernatural world. Their connection, an unexpected development in the turbulent lives of hunters and demons, had grown stronger over time, becoming a source of intrigue and tension for both.

Ruby, known for her badass demeanor and sharp tongue, was an enigma to many. She exuded confidence and danger, her presence a stark reminder of the dark world they lived in. But beneath the tough exterior was a complexity that few had the opportunity to see. Her interactions with Meg had begun to reveal layers of vulnerability and conflict that she usually kept well hidden.

Meg, on the other hand, was a stark contrast. With her flirtatious and friendly nature, she had a way of making even the most hardened hunter feel at ease. Her playful banter and mischievous glint in her eyes masked a depth of cunning and intelligence that was not to be underestimated. To Ruby, Meg was a puzzle—one that she found herself increasingly drawn to, despite her better judgment.

They sat at a small table, the ambient light casting a warm glow on their faces. Meg’s laughter, a light, musical sound, filled the air as she recounted a humorous story about a hunt before she got to the Roadhouse.

“And then,” Meg said, her eyes sparkling with amusement, “the guy actually thought he could outrun a werewolf in those ridiculous shoes. Can you believe it?”

Ruby smirked, her dark eyes glinting with amusement. “People are idiots.”

“Yeah, but it makes our job more interesting,” Meg replied, leaning back in her chair, her gaze fixed on Ruby. “So, what’s your story, Ruby? Why does a badass like you hang out in a place like this?”

Ruby shrugged, trying to maintain her usual air of indifference. “Maybe I’m here for the company.”

Meg’s lips curved into a teasing smile. “Is that so? And what kind of company are you looking for?”

Ruby felt a flush creep up her neck, caught off guard by Meg’s directness. She wasn’t used to feeling this way—unsure, off balance. “Good company,” she said evasively, taking a sip of her drink.

Meg’s gaze softened, a hint of genuine curiosity replacing her playful facade. “You know, Ruby, you don’t always have to be the tough one. It’s okay to let your guard down sometimes.”

Ruby’s eyes flickered with a mix of emotions—surprise, uncertainty, and something deeper that she couldn’t quite identify. “And what makes you think I have my guard up?”

Meg leaned forward, her expression earnest. “Because I see it. You act like nothing can touch you, but I know there’s more to you than that.”

Ruby’s heart pounded in her chest. This was territory she wasn’t accustomed to navigating. Feelings, emotions—they were dangerous, unpredictable. But something about Meg made her want to take that risk, to explore the unknown.

“You don’t know anything about me,” Ruby said, though her voice lacked its usual bite.

“Maybe not,” Meg conceded. “But I’d like to.”

The sincerity in Meg’s eyes was disarming. Ruby looked away, struggling to keep her composure. She was Ruby, the demon with a mission, the one who always had a plan. Yet here she was, feeling vulnerable and exposed.

“Why?” Ruby asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Why do you care?”

Meg’s smile was gentle, devoid of her usual flirtatious edge. “Because I see something in you that’s worth knowing. Something real.”

Ruby’s mind raced, her internal conflict intensifying. She wanted to push Meg away, to protect herself from the potential pain and complications. But a part of her also longed for the connection, for the possibility of something more.

“You don’t know what you’re getting into,” Ruby warned, her eyes darkening with intensity.

Meg’s gaze remained steady, unflinching. “Maybe not. But I’m willing to find out.”

The weight of Meg’s words hung between them, heavy with unspoken possibilities. Ruby felt a surge of emotions—fear, hope, desire—all clashing within her. She had spent so long guarding herself, building walls to keep others out. But Meg was chipping away at those walls, and Ruby wasn’t sure if she wanted to stop her.

Their conversation was interrupted by Jo Harvelle, who approached their table with a knowing look. She had been observing the growing bond between Ruby and Meg with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

“Hey, Ruby, Meg,” Jo greeted, her tone casual but her eyes sharp. “Mind if I join you?”

Ruby glanced at Meg, who gave a slight nod. “Sure, Jo,” Ruby replied, her voice neutral.

Jo pulled up a chair and sat down, her gaze shifting between the two women. “I couldn’t help but notice you two seem to be getting along pretty well.”

Meg grinned. “We’re just having a little chat, Jo. Nothing to worry about.”

Jo raised an eyebrow. “Right. Well, Ruby, can I talk to you for a minute? Alone?”

Ruby hesitated, glancing at Meg. “Sure,” she said finally, standing up.

Jo led Ruby to a quieter corner of the Roadhouse, away from prying eyes and ears. She turned to face her, arms crossed. “What’s going on, Ruby?”

“What do you mean?” Ruby asked defensively.

“You know what I mean,” Jo said, her tone serious. “You and Meg. What’s going on there?”

Ruby sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I don’t know, Jo. I really don’t.”

Jo’s expression softened slightly. “Look, Ruby, I know you’re tough and all, but feelings are complicated. And they can get messy if not handled properly. Look at Dean and our golden girl, he can barely keep a lid around her.”

The Roadhouse had long emptied of its usual patrons, the last lingering traces of conversation and laughter dissipating into the night. The dimly lit interior was a stark contrast to the darkness that enveloped the world outside. It was after closing time, and only a few stragglers remained, lost in their own thoughts or nursing their drinks in solitude.

You sat at a table in the corner, your mind a whirlwind of emotions. Dean Winchester, the enigmatic hunter with a devil-may-care attitude, had captured your attention from the moment you had met. His rugged charm and unwavering determination had drawn you in, despite the dangers that lurked in his world.

Tonight, however, there was a tension in the air that you couldn’t ignore. Dean’s usual easygoing demeanor was tinged with unease, his eyes darting towards the door with a mixture of anticipation and dread. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding, a gut feeling that something was about to happen.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching, the familiar creak of the door signaling an unexpected arrival. You turned to see a figure silhouetted against the dim light of the entrance—a figure you recognized all too well.

John Winchester.

Dean’s father, a man shrouded in mystery and shadow, stood in the doorway, his presence commanding attention. His eyes scanned the room, settling on Dean with a mixture of disappointment and frustration.

“Dean,” John said, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. “We need to talk.”

Dean tensed at the sound of his father’s voice, his shoulders stiffening as he rose from his seat. “Dad,” he said, his tone guarded. “What are you doing here?”

John stepped further into the room, his gaze never leaving Dean’s face. “I came to talk some sense into you, son. You can’t keep running away from your responsibilities.”

Dean’s jaw clenched, his fists balling at his sides. “I’m not running away, Dad. I’m just… taking a break.”

“A break?” John’s voice rose with incredulity. “This isn’t a vacation, Dean. We have a job to do—a duty to our family.”

Dean’s eyes flashed with anger. “I know that, Dad. But I can’t do it anymore. Not like this.”

John took a step forward, his expression hardening. “You think you can just walk away from this life? From everything we’ve fought for?”

Dean squared his shoulders, his gaze unwavering. “I’m not walking away, Dad. I’m choosing to live my own life, on my own terms.”

The tension in the room was palpable, a silent battle of wills playing out between father and son. You watched, your heart pounding in your chest, unsure of what to do. Dean’s infatuation with you had been evident from the start, but you had never imagined it would lead to a confrontation of this magnitude.

As the argument escalated, John’s frustration boiled over. In a sudden burst of anger, he lunged towards Dean, his hands outstretched as if to grab him. Instinctively, you sprang into action, placing yourself between them with a forcefulness you didn’t know you possessed.

“Stop!” you shouted, your voice echoing through the room.

John froze, his eyes narrowing as he regarded you with a mixture of surprise and disdain. “And who the hell are you?”

“I’m someone who’s not going to let you lay a hand on Dean,” you replied, your voice dripping with anger. “He’s had enough of your controlling bullshit, and I’m not going to stand by and watch you bully him into submission.”

Dean’s eyes widened in surprise, his gaze flickering between you and his father. He had never seen you like this—fierce, unyielding, and utterly fearless. In that moment, he felt a surge of gratitude and admiration, mixed with a newfound sense of protectiveness.

John’s expression hardened, his fists clenched at his sides. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. This is between me and my son.”

“No,” you said, stepping closer to John until you were mere inches apart. “This is between you and me. And if you think for one second that you can intimidate me, you’ve got another thing coming.”

The room seemed to hold its breath as the standoff continued, the air thick with tension and uncertainty. You refused to back down, your eyes locked with John’s in a silent battle of wills. But you won, and John turned on his heel, walking straight out without a word.

You now knew why Dean was such a lost soul.

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Jurassic World: Camp Fam - Next Generation

I was board, so I made a next gen for the Nublar Six, based on my personal headcanons and ships so if you don't like Benrius and Kenlynn, then please don't come at me. This is all just in good fun.

Enjoy!

Emily Bowman (Benrius)

Emily was nine-years old when her parents were unfortunately killed in a freak dinosaur attack, leaving her orphaned. Darius and Ben responded to the call and took her into their care. She stayed with them for a little while whilst Social Services began sorting out her situation, wherein during that time, Emily gotten to get to know Darius and Ben and what they do; how they locate dinosaurs, care for them, and ship them off to private island habitats funded by Dr Mae Turner and Mantah Corp, now under Kenji’s full jurisdiction. She even began to conquer her fear after making friends with a Maiasaura she named Ursa.

She was eventually put into a foster home, but the conditions were poor, so she decided to run away and return to the Sanctuary, via stealing the mum’s credit card to book a plane ticket.

Darius and Ben were shocked to see Emily and horrified to hear about the living conditions. After sending her to bed, they had a long talk about how they had once talked about adopting and raising a family, agreeing they both adored Emily and didn’t want her to go. So they gave Emily the good news the next morning that they would adopt her into the family and she said yes.

Fun Fact: Ursa the Maiasaura is a direct nod to concept dinosaurs that would eventually become Bumpy, as Maiasaura was one of the many plausible candidates.

2. Julia and Xavier Kon (Kenlynn)

Despite their ups and downs, concerning Brooklynn’s line of work and Kenji's inheritance of Manta Corp, Brooklynn tries extra hard to live in the moment and not take her time with her family and friends for granted and Kenji works hard to ensure that the Kon family name is redeemed through his work. Regardless of their hardships, they work well together and support each other through their struggles.

Julia Kon is the more extraverted of the duo. She takes after her father, enjoys skating, archery and isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty, preferring physical activities to staying coped up indoors all day. Her brother Xavier is more closed off then his sister. Younger by two years, he prefers technology and hacking to climbing and being outdoors.

Despite their differences, two things they have in common is their love for their family and their association with dinosaurs. Namely the herd of Parasaurolophus living by their father’s climbing camp. Every month, Kenji would take the family camping at the cliffs and the kids would play with the baby Parasaurolophuses. One in particular took a real shine to the children; Brooklynn affectionately named her Nightlight, due to how Xavier would snuggle her tightly due to his fear of the dark when they went camping.

Fun Fact: Julia and Xavier are named after Brooklynn and Kenji's original concepts for Camp Cretaceous, Jules and Xi respectively. Also, Kenji and Ben used to have different roles, with Ben being the strong, athletic character while Kenji (at this point in time, Xi) was the shy, nerdy type. They since swapped roles, with Ben becoming the shy one and Xi taking the role of the rich kid and was renamed Kenji.

3. Katie Gutierrez-Fadoula (Yasammy)

When Sammy and Yaz got married and talked about starting a family, they realized there were some complications: Sammy's encounter with the Scorpios Rex damaged her reproductive organs and left her unable to carry a child to term, and Yaz was uncomfortable with the idea of ordering a doner. So in the end, they agreed to adopt.

Katie loves her moms and her life at the ranch. She enjoys spending time with Angel and Rebel, who they were able to rescue and keep on the ranch (best cattle dogs Sammy ever had), tending to the cows, chickens and the stray Pachycephalosaurus that had been hanging around the ranch lately, who she has named Bonehead. She came out to her mums as trans when she was 13 and they wholeheartedly support her through her transition.

Fun Fact: Katie is a sorta merge of Sammy and Yaz's concepts. Sammy was originally meant to be male and Yaz's name was originally Katie.

Anyway, those are my versions of the next generation of Camp Fam. I hope you like them and again, this is just all in good fun; I'm not trying to start any shipping wars.

Take care peoples.

[sammylovesbendy]

how did sammy's first day down in ink hell go?

i imagine he hid in his sanctuary for a while

[supernaturallyedsheeran]

Strength in Darkness

SYNOPSIS: After a brutal meet with your boyfriend, Dean Winchester is set to keep an eye on you - but after the attack, you find yourself noticing things; things that you can't recall where they came from, or how you got there.

PAIRING: fem!reader x Dean

WARNING: physical abuse, alcohol abuse, bodily arm, hospitals, drunk driving

CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester, f!reader

WC: 5385

FANDOM: Supernatural

You’re curled up on the couch, an ancient book resting on your lap, the soft glow of a nearby lamp illuminating the piles of paperwork surrounding you. The air is thick with the scent of aged paper and a hint of herbal tea. Your mind is deep in lore, deciphering the nuances of a long-forgotten legend, when a sudden knock at the door jolts you back to reality.

You glance at the clock—perfect timing. You knew they were coming.

With a sigh, you set the book aside and rise, the warmth of your cozy sanctuary giving way to the cool, unwelcoming hallway. You pull the door open, and there they are: Sam and Dean Winchester, their familiar silhouettes framed against the dim light outside.

Sam smiles wide, "Hey you!" He grasps you in a tight hug. You and Sam were comfortable with each other, best friends, you dared to think. "Hey Sammy!" You reply cheerfully, easing into his bear hug

“Hey,” Dean says, his voice a mixture of casual charm and urgency. You look up to the oldest Winchester, a smile tugging at the side of his mouth. You and Sam had a great relationship - able to talk about anything; whereas you and Dean were always at an arms distance - able to talk but something was always itching between you two.

"Hey yourself" you reply back, through a gentle smile. "C'mon in, Bobby said I'd expect you."

In the kitchen, Sam pulls out a folder, flipping it open to reveal a collection of newspaper clippings. “There have been a series of disappearances in a nearby town. All young kids. 'm thinking Shtriga?"

You absorb the information, your mind already racing with possibilities. After a brief discussion, you realize you could use a break—especially if it means some time with Dean.

“Let’s grab some food first,” Dean suggests, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Sam noticed the way Dean glanced at you "You two go ahead, I'm in a groove and I wana finish this bit" This was Sam's way of staying and letting you and Dean have a moment together.

“Sounds good,” you reply, and as you and Dean head out, a nagging feeling tugs at your gut. Paper bags of fast food in hand, you and Dean return to the Impala, setting back to the house to finish work with Sam. A feeling tugs at your stomach - you can't quite shake a feeling of unease.

As you reach the parking lot, you catch sight of your boyfriend’s car idling at the far end, a familiar figure slumped in the driver’s seat, watching. Your stomach twists. He wasn’t supposed to be around today.

“Is everything okay?” Dean asks, noticing your sudden stillness.

“Yeah, just… a bit of a situation,” you mutter, trying to shake off the anxiety. You don’t want to spoil this moment, not when Dean is smiling at you like that.

You and Dean climb into his Impala, the rumble of the engine a comforting sound. You chat easily, the tension from earlier fading as the city lights blur past. But in the rearview mirror, you spot your boyfriend’s car trailing you.

Dean seems to have noticed the car too, glancing feverishly into the mirror and tightening his grip on the wheel. "I think we're being followed." He says through gritted teeth. You stare in the mirror and let out an anxious sigh. Your stomach flips. You know that car too well. The busted headlight. The rusted bumper. "Pull over." You state to Dean. "What?" He's caught off guard - he wouldn't stop for someone trailing them - they could be anyone. "Dean stop the car." You state more sternly. He listens, pulling off into the dirt shoulder of the road. You get out of the impala and walk towards car coming to a halt right behind you. Dean follows, scrambling out of the car and catching up to you.

“What the hell are you doing with him?” Your boyfriend’s voice is sharp, echoing across the stale air. He exits his car, clearly intoxicated.

“Just grabbing a bite,” you reply, trying to diffuse the situation. “You know Dean and Sam—”

“Yeah, I know who they are,” he interrupts, stepping forward, his body tense. “What’s going on here?”

Dean straightens, his chest puffed out ready for a fight. “Just getting food. You got a problem with that?”

Your boyfriend’s jaw clenches, and you can see the struggle within him. He glances at you, searching for support. “You need to come with me,” he says, a note of desperation creeping into his tone.

“No, you're drunk, you need to go home.” you say firmly, stepping closer to Dean, who stands ready but calm.

“Why are you with him?” your boyfriend snaps, incredulous. “This, this, wana-be in his souped up car!”

“souped up?” Dean scoffs, a hint of indignation in his voice. “I appreciate you noticing”

The tension escalates, your boyfriend lunges at Dean, who sidesteps easily, a trained reflex. Your boyfriend falls onto the trunk of the impala.

“Stop!” you yell, fear gripping your heart as you watch the chaos unfold.

You rush in, pushing between them just as Dean lands a solid hit, and your boyfriend retaliates with a shove that sends you stumbling backward.

“Enough!” you scream, your voice rising above the tumult. “This is insane!”

Both men freeze, the air thick with tension and confusion. You look between them, anger and worry clashing in your chest. “I'll come home. Just leave Dean alone.”

Dean lowers his fists, confusion flickering in his eyes. Your boyfriend steps back, breathing heavily, arrogance creeping in as he processes what just happened; a wicked smile crossing his lips. "Good choice." He says flatly. His hands grip your upper arm tightly as he drags you towards his car, the pressure of his grip leaving marks on your arm. The tattoos on his arms giving you a sick feeling. They looked so familiar. "Get in." He hisses - he opens the passenger side door and throws you in.

“Take it easy man." Dean warns, stepping towards you in the car "Dean, it's ok. I'll be back at the house in a bit." You try to remain calm as tears are building in your eyes. You know what is about to come in the next few hours, trapped in your boyfriends house. "I'll call you when I'm on my way" You say with a sad smile. "Hey," Dean tries to convince you to stay, falling short. Your boyfriends car tears away, leaving Dean and the Impala in the dust.

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You creep quietly through the front door, your heart racing and your body aching. The familiar scent of home hits you like a wave, both comforting and suffocating. You want to feel safe, but the memories of the past hours claw at your mind, reminding you of the struggle, the fear, and the bruises now hidden beneath your clothes.

The sun is beginning to set, casting long shadows in the cold hallway. You take a deep breath, willing yourself to calm down. You hear voices coming from the kitchen - Sam and Dean. Just hours ago, you’d been torn from their presence, yanked away by your boyfriend’s desperate rage. The thought makes your stomach churn.

As you step into the room, their heads turn. Sam’s brow furrows in concern, and Dean’s expression shifts from casual to serious in an instant.

“Hey, we were worried,” Sam says, standing up. “What happened?”

You force a smile, hoping to mask the truth. “I’m fine. Just—got caught up in some stuff.”

Dean narrows his eyes, his instincts honed over years of dealing with danger; having watched the scene unfold as you were torn from him hours prior. “You sure about that? You look—”

“I said I’m fine,” you interrupt, a little too sharply. The bite in your voice surprises even you, but you can’t let them see.

Sam steps closer, his concern deepening. “You can talk to us, you know.”

You shake your head, feeling the weight of your bruises pressing down on you. “Really, I’m okay. Just tired.”

“Okay, if you say so,” Dean replies, though doubt lingers in his voice. He watches you closely, and you can feel his scrutiny, like he’s trying to peel away your facade.

You move toward the kitchen, hoping to put some distance between you and their piercing gazes. As you pour a glass of water, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of the window—your hair a mess, eyes dark with exhaustion, and the faint outlines of bruises peeking just above the collar of your shirt. Panic rises in your chest. You can’t let them see.

“Need any help?” Sam asks, entering the kitchen, clearly sensing your unease.

“No, I got it,” you reply quickly, turning slightly to hide the way your shirt shifts, revealing a bruise on your side.

Sam’s eyes narrow as he observes you. "What happened?”

You take a deep breath, grappling with the choice before you. You could lie, could push them away again. But the thought of facing them alone is unbearable. The walls feel like they’re closing in, and suddenly, the weight of your experiences crashes over you like a tidal wave.

“Okay, fine,” you say, your voice shaky. “I—he took me. I was with him for a while, and… things got out of hand.”

Sam’s face falls, and Dean’s expression darkens. “What do you mean, ‘out of hand’?” Dean asks, his tone sharp and protective.

You bite your lip, trying to maintain control. “It’s nothing. Just some yelling and—”

“Show me,” Dean says, his voice gentle yet firm.

You hesitate, the memories clawing at you. But when you meet their concerned gazes, something inside you breaks. You pull your shirt up slightly, exposing the dark bruise blooming on your side. Dean’s breath hitches, and Sam’s eyes widen with fury and heartbreak.

“What the hell?” Dean growls, fists clenching at his sides. “I’m going to—”

“Dean, no,” you interrupt, panic rising. “It’s not worth it. I just want to forget it for now, ok? Get back to the case." Your insides flutter, you feel weak, upset, mad. A fake smile graces your lips. "It's ok. He's passed out anyways." The boys silently agree, hoping to ease your emotions by pretending nothing happened. The night continues on, Sam and Dean casting worried glances between each other. By now, the sun has set and everyone had settled in for the night. You in your room, Sam on the couch and Dean in the guest bedroom. You couldn't sleep - your mind playing tricks on you, the creaks of the house imitating steps walking towards your door. You tried, and failed, to convince yourself if someone had snuck in the house Sam and Dean would be the first awake and you were safe.

But you weren't safe from the torment of your boyfriend. You wanted out, so badly, but you knew worse things were waiting if you left him. You couldn't remember a time when he wasn't yelling at you or talking down to you - in fact you couldn't remember a time when you'd ever been separate from him... He always found you and berated and beat you, made you feel small for even thinking you were worth more. There were no more 'good days' to pretend on anymore - you knew you were stuck in hell, and now Sam and Dean were aware of it too.

As you lay there, staring at the ceiling, your phone lights up, a soft glow illuminating the marks on your arms. It buzzes gently.

3:27am - outside now.

Your stomach falls, and a lump forms in your throat. He was angry you left again - angry you returned to your own home with two other men in it.

Feeling like you were outside your own body - you do as the text reads. You throw on your shoes, and a sweater, and quietly work your way downstairs, missing the creaky steps and broken pieces of floor boards that made sound. You hear Sam rustle on the couch in his sleep, you gently turn the knob, as not to wake him. The cold air reminds your body to wake up. You feel empty, and outside of yourself. The headlights of your boyfriends car pointed towards the front door illuminate you as you step into the brisk air. Your wrists hurt, like a cold metal hung around them - like your body was telling you what was coming.

He's waiting inside the running car, passenger side door open, begging you to step inside. As you do so, you gently shut the car door. The creaking engine sputters as he reverses the car out of your driveway and onto the dirt road. He says nothing, which you know will lead to screaming. Anytime he was quiet with you in the car meant a world of anger was boiling beneath his skin.

Unprompted, his fist flies across the car interior and slams into your lip, splitting it open immediately.

You inhale the pain, trying to not make a sound - if you cried or screamed, he would continue to beat you.

"Got somethin t'say?" He slurs, staring at the road ahead, the car picking up speed. "Whorin' aroun' with 'em brothers?"

He wanted to fight. The bars were closed to the next best thing was you.

You stay silent, the tears streaking down your hot flushed cheeks as you pat your bloody lip with your sleeve.

"Answer me bitch!" He spits, landing another blow, this time on your head. "No!" you scream, breaking your silence. He smiles, he's broken you again and knows now you will fight to protect yourself - it's what he wants. He wants to watch your struggle against him.

The car slows, and limps off to the side of a dark unlit road. In his intoxicated state, the car rolls gently, and comes to a stop in a ditch, against a wire fence.

You fight against your seatbelt to get out of the car before him, but as you hear the click of the belt release, he already has a fistful of your hair, pulling your face to his, his tattoos shining in the light of the cars interior.

You feel his hot alcoholic breath against your face, the thumping pain in your lip and head amplifying.

"Please," you start to plead as he forces your face to his and he starts messily kissing you, feeling his other hand make its way up your thigh to the top of your pants.

You fight against him, his body pressing heavy against yours. You feel your leg free, and you kick up. You hit him right where it hurts.

"G'off me!" You scream, struggling as he pulls back. You manage to open the car door and fall into the metal fence, the dewey grass wetting your hands and face.

Before you know it, he's already back on top of you landing blows where he can, laughing and smiling - his tattoos the only thing glinting in the moon light. You crawl towards the road, your sight filled with tears and blood as you find the asphalt you curl up into a ball, sheltering your head from his kicks.

It feels like hours have passed. Your boyfriend spun his tires leaving you on the road. You feel your body, sore, broken, bloody. The cool concrete icing your cheeks as your head stares down the road, waiting for anything.

Your eyes flutter open again, some sun has peaked over the mountains, bird song beginning. The dewey grass beside you glinting in the sunrise. Your eyes close again as you hear the roar of an engine coming from afar. A smell fills your nose - of dirt and wood...a smell that doesn't match the asphalt and grass you cling to.

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Somewhere in the distance, a car approaches. The faint rumble grows louder, and you hear the screech of tires as it skids to a halt. Footsteps rush towards you, and a voice breaks through the fog of your mind, sharp and urgent.

“Hey! Can you hear me?”

You can't open your eyes; the light piercing your vision like daggers. A familiar voice looms above you—Dean Winchester. Relief floods through you, but the pain quickly overwhelms you again. You try to speak, but your throat feels raw, the words lost in a haze of agony. You can't talk or move. It's like you were outside your body watching Dean's horrified face move over your body.

“Just hold on,” he says, his voice firm yet laced with concern. “I’m going to get you help.”

You feel strong arms lift you, cradling you gently, as a wave of pain crashes through you. The feeling of safety is immediately replaced with a feeling of sickness - no more warm arms around you - your body feels limp, likes its suspended in air...cold metal clinging to your wrists, the smell of dirt filling your nose again - the sound of silence, like a car was never at your rescue.

When you next awaken, the sterile scent of antiseptic fills your nostrils, and the bright overhead lights make your head pound. You’re lying on a hospital bed, an IV drip attached to your arm. Panic grips you as you try to sit up, but a sharp jolt of pain shoots through your body, forcing you back down.

“Easy there,” a voice cuts through your panic, and you turn your head slightly to see a nurse beside you, their expression a mix of relief and worry.

“What happened?” you manage to whisper, your voice hoarse.

“You were found on the road,” they explain “You’ve got multiple fractures, broken ribs… it’s bad. But you’re going to be okay.”

You can’t help but feel a wave of despair wash over you. “My boyfriend… he—”

“Don’t worry about him,” they interrupt, "He went to go find the person that did this to you, your boyfriend brought you here."

You try to think back to what happened - your boyfriend didn't bring you here - Dean did. Didn't he? You couldn't remember being transported anywhere. The phantom feeling of metal on your wrists crept back up - you look at your wrists...nothing but finger print bruises.

“I’ll be back,” the nurse says, and then they're gone, leaving you alone with the stark white walls and the beeping of machines. The loneliness creeps in, but you cling to the hope that Dean will come back.

Hours pass, your mind swirling with thoughts of your boyfriend and the pain you endured. You think of Dean, of how he’s always been there, fighting monsters—both supernatural and human. You can’t shake the fear for what might happen when he confronts your abuser.

Just as exhaustion begins to pull you back under, the door creaks open. Sam steps in, his expression a mixture of relief and concern. “Hey, how are you holding up?”

You manage a weak smile, grateful for his presence. “Dean… he went after him.”

Sam’s expression darkens. “I know. He shouldn’t have gone alone. But he’s not one to back down from a fight.”

You wince, imagining the confrontation. “He can’t do this alone, Sam. It's not his fight."

“We'll find him,” Sam reassures you, his voice steady. “You just focus on getting better. We’ll make sure you’re safe.”

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Days had passed and you had been discharged and sent back home under the watchful eye of the Winchesters. They had decided against continuing with the case, and handed their research back to Bobby to give to another hunter. Their immediate concerns were of you, and your safety.

As you sat in your chair, staring through the TV, your casted arm resting on your chest, you can't help but think back to when you and your boyfriend had gotten together. Something kept tugging at your mind, you couldn't actually place where you had been together. Where you had met.

Your furrowed brow, and stale expression caught the attention of Dean. He and Sam were sat at the kitchen table, Sam reading into lore while Dean sipped a whiskey, leaning back into his chair. He sat up, and walked over to you, taking a seat beside you.

"Hey" he stared down at you, arms crossed, bringing you back from your thoughts

"Hey" you reply flatly. "Whats up?" He questions, sitting across from you.

"Dean when was the last time you were here?" You question, looking up at him

His expression falters, his eyes looking up to the ceiling, thinking. "That's a good question. Couple months ago, why?"

"A couple months ago." You repeat. "Why were you here a couple months ago."

Again, he falls short to reply. He shrugs. "A hunt, I assume?"

You shake your head - you turn to look back into the kitchen where Sam was, to find he was no longer there. Like he had silently gotten up and exited.

"Dean--" You turn your attention back around to question him again to find he too disappeared. You were back in the car, with your boyfriend, speeding down the road.

"Got somethin t'say?" He slurs, staring at the road ahead, the car picking up speed. "Whorin' aroun' with 'em brothers?"

He wanted to fight. The bars were closed to the next best thing was you.

You stay silent, the tears streaking down your hot flushed cheeks as you pat your bloody lip with your sleeve.

"Answer me bitch!" He spits, he aims to land another blow but this time you know it's coming - you dodge it which only makes him more mad. "Don't!" you scream, breaking your silence. He smiles, he's broken you again and knows now you will fight to protect yourself - it's what he wants. He wants to watch your struggle against him.

The car slows, and limps off to the side of a dark unlit road. In his intoxicated state, the car rolls gently, and comes to a stop in a ditch, against a wire fence.

This is all too familiar. Your instincts kick is as you land the first punch and unclip your belt. You manage to make it outside the car before he does, and you begin bolting down the cold dark road.

You hear him yelling after you - you hear the car restart and struggle to turn around, spinning out on the grass. He eventually gets the car out and turns it to face you, gunning it for you.

You know you can't outrun the car, his headlights coming brighter and brighter at you, the engine roaring, screaming to life, your ears bursting at the sound. "Dean!" You shout

The head lights blind you as you close your eyes ---

When you next open. your eyes, the sterile scent of antiseptic fills your nostrils, and the bright overhead lights make your head pound. You’re lying on a hospital bed, an IV drip attached to your arm. Panic grips you as you try to sit up, but a sharp jolt of pain shoots through your body, forcing you back down.

“Easy there,” a voice cuts through your panic, and you turn your head slightly to see a nurse beside you, their expression a mix of relief and worry.

“What happened?” you manage to whisper, your voice hoarse - your body sending cold shivers through your veins - you've been here before.

“You were found on the road,” they explain “You’ve got multiple fractures, broken ribs… it’s bad. But you’re going to be okay.”

You can’t help but feel a wave of despair wash over you. “My boyfriend… he—”

You blink and suddenly Dean is sitting at the end of your bed - the monitors beep faster, your heart quickening, your mind failing to understand what is happening.

"You need to wake up" He says sternly, looking at you with intense eyes. "Wake up!"

Tears start to well in your eyes you try to sit up, but you're restrained, your wrists, with an IV in one, now have metal cuffs scratching marks into your skin, hanging above your head. Your blood slowly trickling into a bag, hanging beside you.

You blink the tears away, breathing ragged as your world comes back into view, the smell of dirt and wood filling your nostrils.

You look around, dirt floor - old basement? The only light that filled the scene was a small lantern tucked away on a crate in the corner of the dishevelled room. You were suspended, hanging by your wrists.

"Dean, " You call out, hoarse - your mouth dry, your head pounding, body weak and empty.

You blink and suddenly Dean is standing at the end of the room - the hospital monitors beep faster in your ears, your heart quickening, your mind failing to understand what is happening - you've been here before.

"You need to wake up" He says sternly, looking at you with intense eyes. "Wake up!"

Your head bobs again, fighting against an invisible force, trying to keep you unconscious.

You hear a commotion above you - dust floats from the ceiling as someone walks on the floor above you - a panicked pace - you hear shuffling, yelling, and something heavy drop - you see more dust fall as someone makes their way across the floor.

You give into your heavy eyes, and close them again - tears slowly streaming down your cold cheeks.

You blink the tears away, breathing ragged as your world comes back into view, the smell of dirt and wood filling your nostrils.

You look around, dirt floor - old basement? The only light that filled the scene was a small lantern tucked away on a crate in the corner of the dishevelled room. Newspapers hanging on the walls of disappearances - like Sam had shown you in the kitchen. You were suspended, hanging by your wrists - a pale man suspended next to you, tattoos decorating his arms. A chill shoots through you.

"Dean, " You call out, hoarse - your mouth dry, your head pounding, body weak and empty.

"She's down here!" A familiar gruff voice finds it's way into the darkness. A flashlight fills the room, you squint your eyes like you were seeing the sun for the first time.

You can't open your eyes; the light piercing your vision like daggers. A familiar voice looms above you—Dean Winchester. Relief floods through you, but the pain quickly overwhelms you again. You try to speak, but your throat feels raw, the words lost in a haze of agony. You can't talk or move. It's like you were outside your body watching Dean's horrified face move over your body.

“Just hold on,” he says, his voice firm yet laced with concern. “I’m here, you're ok.”

Something floods over you - reality sinks in and your body finally begins to feel like it's back within itself and you can feel every inch of your skin.

You hang limply, your wrists raw and aching from the restraints.

The scent of earth and decay fills the air, but just as despair threatens to swallow you whole, Dean's voice breaks through again.

“Hey! Stay with me, I’ve got you.”

Dean’s figure emerges from the shadows, his eyes fierce and determined. He rushes toward you, cutting through the silence with the swift motion of a knife. The moment he’s close enough, you see the tension in his jaw, the fire in his gaze—a promise that he won’t let you suffer any longer.

“Dean,” you whisper, your voice barely audible, but it feels like a lifeline.

He comes before you, his hands gentle as he works to free you. “Just a second, okay? I’m here. You’re safe now.”

With a final tug, the restraints give way, and you collapse into his arms, the warmth of his body grounding you amidst the chaos. He pulls you close, cradling you against him as if you might shatter. “I’ve got you,” he repeats, and the sincerity in his voice melts away the lingering dread.

You cling to him, your breath shaky as the memories of your torment flood back. “I thought… I thought...” Your mind swirls with the stories that had flooded your mind...how long were you there? How did they find you?

“You’re okay,” he replies, his grip tightening. “ We’re getting out of here.”

As he helps you to your feet, the shadows begin to retreat, the weight of the djinn’s influence dissipating with every step you take beside him. You glance up at Dean, his expression unwavering, and in that moment, you realize that you’ve not only survived the nightmare; you’ve emerged stronger.

As you reach the door, the dawn breaks outside, spilling golden light into the darkness of the basement. You step into the warmth, letting the sun kiss your cold face.

"I thought we lost you." Dean muttered, his voice wavering. "I thought..." his voice catches in his throat. He shakes his head, clearing the thought from his mind focussing back on you.

"How long have I been there" you ask shakily, still clinging to Dean as he places you in the back of the Impala. "Why was I there." "Djinn." Dean said flatly. "We've been looking for you for weeks. Sam found the trail." His eyes met yours. "We were on a hunt a couple weeks back and...you went missing." His eyes started shining as he stared at the bruises on your body "I'll never forgive myself for taking my eyes off you."

"Dean" you start, cupping his face with your hands. "It's not your fault." You smile painfully at him, sincerely knowing your words are true.

You settle into the back of the Impala, the comforting rumble of the engine a soothing balm against the remnants of fear still clinging to you. Dean drives the Impala, while Sam sits in the front seat, glancing at you every so often.

Deans jaw is clenched tight, the weight of guilt heavy on his shoulders. You can see the storm brewing in his eyes as he glances at the road ahead, lost in his thoughts.

“God, I should have been faster,” he mutters, almost to himself. “I should have gotten to you sooner.”

You shake your head, reaching out to touch his arm, grounding him in the present. “Dean, this isn’t your fault. You saved me. That’s what matters.”

He turns to you, his eyes searching yours for a hint of absolution. “But you went through hell because I wasn’t there.” He shifts his eyes back to the road, shaking his head.

“I don’t blame you,” you insist, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “You fought for me. You risked everything to bring me back. That’s all I see.”

For a moment, he looks away, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face before he meets your gaze again, the tension in his muscles slowly easing. “I just wish I could’ve protected you.”

“Dean, you did protect me,” you say softly. “You brought me back from that nightmare. I’m here, and I’m okay because of you.”

His expression softens, and you can see the burden lifting ever so slightly. As the familiar landscape of the road unfolds before you, you lean your head against the window, watching the world blur past. The sun begins to comes into view, casting a warm glow across the horizon, creating a sense of safeness within the Impala.

“Let’s just get home,” he says, the hint of a smile creeping onto his lips. “I'll feel better when we're there."

You nod, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. As the Impala speeds toward the bunker, you realize that while the scars of your experience may linger, the terrors that haunted you for the last several weeks won't ever grace your mind again. You were safe with Dean, and he would always be there to save you, time and time again. Nightmare, or reality.

"You need stay awake" He says sternly, looking at you with intense eyes. "Wake up!"

Your head bobs again, fighting against an invisible force, trying to keep you unconscious.

"I can't," you whisper, giving into the shadows that envelope your body in a cold blanket. "I'm so tired."

“Easy there,” a voice cuts through your panic, and you turn your head slightly to see a nurse beside you, their expression a mix of relief and worry.

“What happened?” you manage to whisper, your voice hoarse - your body sending cold shivers through your veins - you've been here before...

[shadystranger]

Dean holds Sam and cradles his face from a place of "you're made for me. You're made of me, Sammy; it must be you. It'll never be anyone but you." And Sam goes mad over him to the point he cuts down pieces of himself to fit Dean: because he's the one thing Sam has guaranteed for himself. Dean provides a sanctuary to Sam (who's constantly othered) that's deposited as the sole refuge from perpetual alienation; it's the only home he belongs to, and he'll do anything to preserve it. (Which is why he literally seems and acts reminiscent of an estranged man when Dean is dead & is visibly lost)

When the Devil himself rises, Sam turns his eye away, finding priority in Dean's calling to him, it's the only thing that matters even though he just did the one irredeemable act man could ever do. But in this moment Dean takes the place of the never-present God, and through his unwavering acceptance of Sam it's a lifeline handed to him that enables Sam to preserve, Dean transcends his status as a brother or father and steps in to personify faith: the intangible unquestionable higher spirituality you appeal to to repent and push on. To some people, their guardian is the hanker they base their self around and the load bearing they fall back on; to others, it's their idol/passion, and to many, it's religion. Now imagine having all of these in one person. It's not crazy that Sam is this self-deprecatingly devoted to Dean. His "I have Dean" when he's stripped of every possible thing becomes a necessity that is life threatening. He must have Dean when he's stripped of every possible thing at all costs. And most of the time, he is the fact.

Dean is Sam's lighthouse, a beacon he instinctively returns to. One that needs to be around. Because it always has been around. Every action Sam does, even the erosion of his own identity, is to sustain its withholding in his life.

[wally-franks-stan]

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[moonlightisdancing]

Something Old, Something New/j.t.k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 3495

Content Warning: [18+ Minors DNI] wedding/soft/girl-dad jake, soft twin moment, uncle/aunt talk, mention of alcohol, very light pirate play (if you squint), fingering (private and sorta public), accidental edging, bondage, hot wax, oral (f receiving), biting, sword play (no blood or cutting), praise, breeding

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“We ask that all guests please stand for the bride.”

Jake’s standing at the altar, waiting for the moment he’s anticipated since the day he met you. Josh is his best man, Sam and Danny standing behind Josh as groomsmen. Your sister is your maid of honor, Josie and Ronnie are your bridesmaids. Your daughter stands alongside Josie holding a basket filled with red and black petals. Everyone’s turned to the doors behind them, eagerly waiting for you to walk down the aisle. This will be the first time anyone but your mom has seen you in your elegant dress. Your dress is long, black and lacey, a more gothic approach to incorporate you and Jake’s aesthetic. You slowly stride down the aisle, looking at Jake as if he’s the only person in the room. He starts to tear up as he turns away facing Josh.

“Oh man, I can’t- she’s so gorgeous.” Jake mumbles to Josh as he drags his fingers across his eyes.

“Jake, you got this. She does look beautiful.” Josh pats his twin’s shoulder and spins him around.

“Daddy, are you sad?” Your daughter lets go of Josie’s hand and walks towards Jake.

“No, baby. Daddy’s not sad, both of my girls are just too pretty.” Jake picks her up and places her on his hip, he takes the basket out of her hand so it doesn’t hit anyone.

“Daddy! My basket!” She giggles as Jake hands it off to Josie.

“Aunt Josie’s gonna hold it so you don’t get Mommy with it, okay?” He says kissing her forehead as she nods in agreement.

All of the guests are giggling at the exchange between Jake and his daughter as you make your way to the altar. Jake turns and hands off the little one to her Uncle Sammy. It’s no secret her Uncle Sammy is her favorite, he lets her play with Rosebud and Sam had started teaching her piano on the weekends. Once Jake returns his attention to you, he grabs both of your hands and whispers, “You are so gorgeous.” Emotions have visibly taken over the room as you stand with Jake, the bride and groom before their entire family. Josh and Danny have little tears in their eyes, and Sam would if his niece wasn’t trying to make him giggle. You can’t see the girls behind you, but you can hear sniffles amongst your side. Jake’s instructed to give his vows, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folded up piece of paper.

“I hope these words make sense, I had Josh help me write it since words are kinda his thing,” He chuckled and the room followed suit, “My beautiful girl, as I stand here, my heart overflows with an intensity of emotion that words can’t describe. I have loved you with every beat of my heart, and I will continue to pass the day I die. I promise to be your unwavering support, your protector and your greatest admirer. You are the fire that ignites my spirit, and the melody that sings in my heart, lighting an eternal flame marked forever by our love. I am deeply in love with you and cherish every day I get to call you mine.”

After the room coos and tears up, you��re instructed to give your vows. Josie hands you a folded paper.

“I didn’t ask Josh for help, but now I’m wishing I had…” Everyone laughs again, riding the ups and downs on the rollercoaster of emotions. “Jacob, from the depths of my soul, I love you. You are the anchor that keeps me grounded and the strength that lifts me up. The moon guiding me through darkness. I promise to continue giving you my unconditional support and love. In your arms, I have found my home, my sanctuary. You are my soulmate and I am eternally grateful to call you mine. I love you forever, my darling.”

Jake’s eyes were glazed over with tears, one blink would release the floodgates. The two of you exchange “I do’s” before you hear the magic words, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. Mr. Kiszka, you may kiss your bride!” Jake wraps his arm around you placing his left hand at the small of your back, his right arm at the nape of your neck. He presses you into his body with all he has, holding onto you for dear life. The room fills with joyous crying, clapping and cheering as the two of you kiss for the first time as husband and wife. The kiss engulfs you, melting away the background noise and again it feels like you and Jake are the only ones in the room. He pulls away and whispers into your ear, “I can’t wait until later.”

After the ceremony everyone heads to a nearby beach for the reception. The beach is set up with tents and tables for guests to sit at. The center pieces for the tables are tiny glass skull bottles filled with sand from Tybee Island, where Jake proposed to you. The bottles are sealed with white wax, surrounded by chains and ship rope. There’s a barrel with a helm resting against it, topped with a big glass bottle that says “leave us a message.” Guests are encouraged to write you guys a note on some aged paper and pop it into the bottle for you to read later. The night is spent celebrating with one another, dancing, laughing, drinking, making memories.

“Alright, we ask the bride and groom to make their way to the dance floor for their first dance.” Jake takes your hand as you guys work your way to the front of the party. At Last by Etta James starts playing as Jake pulls you close to his chest. The sun has set, the autumn air is crisp and lit by fairy lights hanging around the edges of the canopies. You rest your face on Jake’s shoulder and your moves melt together. He leans his head closer to your ear and whispers, “A little longer and I can have you the way we both need.” He kisses your cheek and presses his face into you, shivers are sent down your spine.

As the night progresses, you reach the fun part, garter removing and bouquet tossing. You guys decided on tossing a plastic skull with a black rose in its eye instead of a full bouquet of flowers. Your sister catches the skull but opts to hand it off to Josie, “I will NOT be the next one married, you have fun with that Jo!” Josie giggles and takes the skull from your sister, placing it on her table as they return back to their seats. A chair is brought up for you to sit in, prepping for Jake to remove the garter from your thigh. Hot in Herre starts playing as Jake gets on his hands and knees, looking up at you with brown doe eyes. You mouth to him “We should do this later.” He giggles before sticking his head under your dress. You always felt that this was an awkward thing to watch at the few weddings you’d been to, but you never imagined how weird it would feel being the one in the chair. Jake decides to play dirty with you where everybody’s watching, but none of them can see. He drags his tongue all the way up your leg, teasing the inside of your thigh before you feel his teeth bite at your skin. He’s nowhere near the garter, purposefully trying to get a rise out of you in front of everybody. Catching on to his game you don’t give in, Jake gives up and drags the garter down your thigh, kissing your ankle before sliding it off your leg entirely and removing his head from under your dress. He stands up, tosses the garter and kisses you on your lips. For the remainder of the night you can’t help but think about your after party, just you and your husband. As the night wraps up, everyone says their goodbyes, Sam hangs behind with you, Jake and your daughter.

“Her overnight bag should be in your car, Mom said she put it in there before the ceremony.” Jake says to Sam.

“Yep! Right in the front seat! Mom set up her car seat too, I was afraid I’d put it in wrong.” Sam still hasn’t figured out the car seat yet even though it’s been 3 years.

“Okay, baby. You’re gonna spend the night at Uncle Sammy’s, Mommy and Daddy will see you tomorrow.” Jake picks up your daughter and squeezes her, swaying back and forth, rapid firing kisses on her cheek, giggles escaping from both of them.

Sam gives you a hug, “Congratulations, you look gorgeous.” Jake hands off the child to you so you can say goodbye. While you’re hugging her and kissing her cheeks, Sam hugs and congratulates his brother. He grabs his niece from you, “Say bye-bye to Mommy and Daddy.” He waves his arm so she follows suit. As they’re walking away you hear her ask, “Uncle Sammy, I can play with my Rosie tonight?” He’s too far away for you to hear now, but you see his shoulders bounce in a chuckle.

“You ready, baby?” He looks at you with heavy eyes, grabbing your waist.

“Always.” You wrap your arms around his torso.

There’s a black SUV waiting to bring you guys back home, Karen made sure a ride would be set up so you guys could enjoy your night and celebrate. You guys get into the SUV, and before the driver pulls off Jake is all over you. Luckily there was a divider between the two of you and the driver, granted it was just a sliding window, that doesn’t stop Jake from warming you up. He starts kissing any bit of your skin exposed, touching you in any way he can that won’t elicit too much attention from the driver. He runs his hands up your dress, dragging his rough fingers over your skin making his way to your hips. His lips are moving up your neck from your chest until he reaches your ear, tucking his thumbs into the waistband of your panties, he nibbles your ear.

“Can I take these off?” He whispers in your ear, tugging at your panties for approval.

“Anything you want, Captain.” You respond, waiting for any response regarding the pet name .

“Oh, naughty. You wanna walk this plank tonight?”

“Only if you help me control the waves.”

He slowly starts to pull your panties down your thighs, you lift up off the leather seat so he can slide them down your legs and off of your ankles. He raises them to his nose, taking in your scent , “If you make any noise, these go in your mouth, understand?” You shake your head ‘yes’ as he tucks your panties into his pocket. He puts his hands back under your dress, reaching for your exposed clit. Jake starts to work soft circles over you, just enough to make you writhe under his touch. He kisses up your neck again, making sure to leave marks, your breaths become sharp as you try to keep quiet. He drags his fingers down between your folds, collecting your slick on his fingers. Lingering his ring and middle finger at your entrance, he locks eye contact and pulls the top of your dress down with his free hand, exposing your left breast to the cool air. He keeps his eyes locked with yours watching for any sign of discomfort as he works his calloused fingers in, moving his warm tongue across your nipple. His thumb finds its way to your clit, you feel yourself getting closer but your orgasm is put on standby.

“We’re here, Mr. and Mrs. Kiszka.” The driver taps on the tinted window.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, baby. You know I don’t like doing that to you. Let me help you.” Jake mutters as he removes his fingers and helps you pull your dress over your breasts.

You guys stumble out of the van, Jake gets out the same side as you and picks you up bridal style. He carries you inside, flicking on the light with your heel. He sits you on the couch and gets on his knees to take your heels off, kissing the top of each foot after removing them.

“Tell me when you’re ready.” Jake’s rubbing his hands up and down your calves.

“I’m ready, Captain.” You giggle and reach down to run your fingers through his hair.

He stands up and grabs your hands, leading you off the couch, picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder. As he’s carrying you into the room you see an array of items splayed out across the dresser’s surface. A lit candle, rope and a sword to be exact. He gently tosses you onto the bed, making quick work to remove your wedding dress. You’re sitting naked on the bed as Jake goes and grabs the rope from the display.

“If it’s too much, tell me.”

“I will, Jakey.”

He lays you back on the bed, situating your legs open, tying each ankle to a bed post with a single column tie knot.

“Is that too tight?”

“No.”

Jake nods as he reaches up for your hands, tying them together in a simple handcuff knot, pushing them up above your head, body on full display. He goes back to the dresser and picks up the candle. You guys have only tried wax play once before, but it turned out well enough for you to agree to trying it again. Making his way back over, he hovers over your body tipping the candle at an angle. The hot wax drips onto your sternum and down your belly, earning Jake an audible gasp. The look in your eyes is one of pleasure and excitement. He lets a few more drops of wax find their way onto your skin, pooling in your dips. Once he’s satisfied with the coverage, he blows the candle out and returns it to the dresser. Impatience settles in while Jake’s waiting for the wax to solidify, he starts kissing you from the tops of your feet, trailing up your leg until he reaches your thigh, gently biting the flesh.

“Do you wanna try something old, or something new?” His eyes find their way to your face between the valley of your breasts.

“Something new.”

He stands back up and reaches for the sword off of the dresser. “It’s not sharp.” He drags the blade across the back of his arm to ensure you, but you know Jake would never do anything to harm you. He’s waving the sword in tiny figure 8s in front of himself as he walks towards you. He drags the cold blade up your leg and presses it on your clit, pulling away and gently tapping you with it, you jerk your body up. The sword finds its way to the wax pooling on your stomach as Jake scrapes it off with the back of the blade, squirming under the cold metal.

“You’re such a good girl, you know that?” He bends down and bites your stomach, cooling the sting with the blade.

Jake undoes his belt with one hand, placing the sword beside you on the bed with the other. He begins getting undressed, standing before you entirely unclothed. His cock is hard, hanging between his thighs begging to be touched. Jake slowly leans over you, his cock pressed against your stomach, he places a hand to your cheek as he passionately kisses you. You move your hands down trying to feel him under your fingers, but he’s quick to push them back where they belong.

“No touching.” He whispers.

He resumes kissing down your body, working his way down your neck and sternum making his way to your center. He licks a stripe making sure to pay extra attention to your previously neglected clit, lapping at you like he hasn’t tasted you in months. Jake’s looking up at you, eye contact being held between your breasts as he slips his fingers in where they once worked. You gasp at the feeling of his fingers stretching you out, waiting for him to replace them with something bigger. He slowly thrusts in and each time going as far back as he can reach, curling his fingers straight into what feels like your soul. Your grip starts to tighten around his fingers slowing his pace down, he places his free hand on your lower stomach to hold you down. Jake removes his lips from your clit, replacing them with the palm of his hand.

“C’mon, baby. Cum for me.”

He brings his body up more to let you taste yourself off his lips. Leaning in for a kiss, the taste of his whiskey kissed breath and your slick push you over the edge. You’re crying out his name, begging him to fuck you senseless. Jake slides his body back down lining up with you, working his cock in with his fingers still pumping inside. Your eyebrows scrunch together.

“Jake, too much, it’s too much.”

“Baby, I’m sorry.” He quickly slides his fingers out, leaving just his tip at your entrance. “Is this better?”

You nod, cheeks bright red from the heat. He pushes slowly until you take him entirely. Jake reaches for the sword and slides it in between the rope knotted around your wrists, he rips up with all his strength snapping the rope. “Do you want to touch me?” He asks as he tosses the sword on the floor and loosens the rope around your wrists. You reach up, locking your arms around his neck, moving your back off of the bed. Jake wraps his body under your arms around your torso, digging his nails into the space just shy of your armpits on either side. His grip is so tight, you’re positive you’ll have finger-shaped bruises on both sides before he’s done with you. You feel a shift in Jake’s demeanor, like something primal has woken up inside of him. Sweat starts beading up on his chest and forehead, his body temperature rising as he continues thrusting into you as fast as his body lets him move. He bends back and releases the rope from the bed posts, freeing your legs.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

You do as instructed, wrapping your legs around Jake’s back allowing him to hit your spot from a different angle. He moves one of his arms down to toy your clit, hoping to make you cum again. He messily flicks back and forth with his thumb, his pace growing faster and less coordinated. He starts to swivel his hips, his cock dancing inside of you. The movement’s feel like something you’ve seen before, it dawns on you he moves the same way on stage. The knowledge of Jake mimicking these movements becomes enough to bring you to the ledge, waiting to push you into the crashing waves. He feels you tightening around his width, pulling him under with you. He holds onto you like an anchor in a storm, taking him fully in you as your body thrashes like a ship, leaving you feeling like nothing more than a piece of driftwood yearning for land to rest on. Jake releases inside of you, the final set of waves to push you to shore, letting out a deep guttural moan. Jake’s weight is on top of you as he slowly comes back to his senses. He pulls out and lays beside you, pulling you into his side, peppering your temple with soft kisses. Silence washes over the dark room, moonlight barely poking through the curtains. He drags his fingers through your messy hair in attempts to comb it out.

“You felt so good. You’re always so good to me, my love.” He always makes it evident he worships the ground you walk on and the air you breathe.

He sits up out of bed, mindful of helping you get cleaned before he’s too tired. He grabs a towel and makeup wipes, he wipes his seed gently from your flower before wiping your running makeup off of your face. He tosses the towel on the floor on top of his dirty laundry and throws the wipes into the can below your bedside table. Jake grabs you back into his arms, barely pulling the covers over the both of you, snuggling his face into your neck as you fall asleep to the beat of his heart.

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Sammy Lawrence Dating Headcanons !

Extra note: Hello! This is my first time ever really posting stuff like this, so pls don't make fun of me I started Tumblr a while ago :(

Probably writes music about you, really the whole vibe of the melody depends on your personality. If you're a very cheerful and bubbly type of person, it would be up-beat and happy. If you're a laid-back type of person it would sound chill and maybe even calming.

I feel like Sammy would try to keep your relationship with him very secret around the workplace, maybe even rumors circling around about you two being to close for comfort. I also could imagine Wally Franks teasing Sammy about the whole rumors about you two, but he brushes it off.

Rants to you about how annoying his co-workers are, and shit talks Joey Drew with you.

Lets you use his secret sanctuary if you ever need to, mostly Incase if deadlines were stressing you out. You could even catch him in there a lot of times playing some of his favorite melodies to try and stay composed.

You have to calm him down sometimes when things frustrate him. Like if one of the pipes broke again and it flood the stairwell, Sammy would be so mad on the inside he could pop a blood vessel. Though, you were there to re-assure them that they would get out, hopefully soon.

Sammy drinking ink was something that worried you, fearing his addiction would get him severely sick one day you try to stop him as much as you could. Since this whole animation studio was filled with ink sources you could never fully stop him from getting another source. Asking Gent workers to deny him if he ever asks where the ink was stored. But alas, it never worked.

[samanddean76]

Up! Up!

Rating: Gen | Word Count: 607 | Pairing: Sam & Dean

Sam’s body drifted in the gentle current as he hid amongst the kelp.  Trying to keep his giggles to the bare minimum so Dean wouldn’t have a trail of bubbles that would lead directly to the little merboy.  Sam flicked his tail, as he tried to maintain his current position, while he and Dean played his favorite game, hide and seek. 

Sam looked around his world with wide eyes, just before he ducked behind a thick cluster of seaweed that slightly swayed to and fro, his tail swishing as he kept himself hidden from view.  Little hands reaching out to steady himself, grasping at the coral that had grown up from the sunken Spanish Galleon, a long-forgotten remnant of the humans of old.  A means to move about what they considered a rather hostile environment, but one that Sam called home. 

A school of purple basslets erupted out of their hiding spot and swam past Sam, causing a burst of delighted laughter to push up and out.  Sam watched as the bubbles swirled towards the surface, and he realized his error.  He quickly dove further down into the seaweed, hoping to avoid detection.  But alas, he was caught. 

Hands reached out to capture him and gathered him close, just before Dean’s chuckle surrounded him.  “Heya Sammy.”  Sam giggled, as his small arms wrapped around Dean’s neck, just before he made his long-standing request. 

“Up!  Up!”  Sam’s giggles turned into bouts of joyous laughter as Dean cradled him close and then shot towards the surface, not stopping until he erupted out of the sanctuary that the sea afforded them.  The bright sunlight glinting off all of the myriad scales that covered their tails.  The iridescent coloring came to life as Dean twisted in a spiral, while he held Sam close.  Sam’s little hands clutching onto Dean’s neck as they dove, Dean’s form gracefully arching as it cleanly broke the surface, and they drifted back down, his tail being used to guide their descent. 

They spent the remainder of the afternoon that way, Sam trying to hide, but always being caught when he would marvel at the natural beauty that surrounded them.  Dean holding him tight as he would give Sam all that he asked for, and rocket them up, until Sam was red-cheeked from laughter.  As the water grew darker when the night settled in, Dean steered them towards their home, a large cave at the foot of the coral reef in which they wiled their days away. 

Dean held Sam close, rocking him gently as his tail swished back and forth, while he told him an inspired bedtime story.  A fantastical tale where they grew up and got their legs.  How they would emerge from the sea and walk upon the land.  Helping those who needed their assistance.  Sam always tried to stay awake, some nights he managed to, but other nights he would immediately drift off to sleep and awaken in his half of the giant clam shell that served as their bed.  His seaweed blanket having been tucked carefully around him by the brother that he loved with all of his heart.  The one who would protect him, guide him, and ensure that he grew up to be big and strong. 

Yes, Sam loved his watery world and all the games that he could play every single day, but he could hardly wait to grow up. 

But for now, he would learn, and frolic in equal parts, while he reveled in all of the glorious bounty that surrounded him.  Knowing that as long as Dean was near, he was safe. 

And would remain so, forevermore.

Art by Threshie that inspired this joyous fic

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