#she ripped out his vocal cords once btw

[weirdfangirlifoundinmydumpster]

:hiding all the preston pictures I have:

So anyways uh- quick question do you know anything about preston

I KNOW THAT HES THE HOTTEST I HAVE EVER SEEN!!

[bunniekittiee]

The Loudest Silence

Based off of @heavenlymorals ‘s post that Bi-Han had an injury to his throat that caused the raspiness. I did some research on throat illnesses and for this one, I went with acute laryngitis. Also this isn’t proofread so ignore any errors! I suck at endings btw.

It was unknown how Bi-Han got ill as he hardly ever got sick, but he was suffering. He attempted to cover his illness and continue his regular activities, such as hard training and practicing his ability to withstand the cold of the Arctika. But at night, he ran a high fever and his body was wracked with coughs until he was coughing blood. His mother was worried, extremely worried. She stayed up many nights to help Bi-Han by giving him tea to sip on and rubbing his back. She made sure he slept elevated so his coughing would not persist as long.

However, his father was not happy that Bi-Han was sick. He blamed himself for not strengthening his immune system, and he encouraged Bi-Han to freeze the illness out. His mother thought otherwise, so they argued over the course of action. She wanted Bi-Han to rest and recover, he wanted him to continue training and get over his illness in the cryomancer way.

“He is going to be the Grandmaster one day. How can he be a leader if you coddle him?” His father spat as he lifted his hands up in irritation.

“It is not coddling if I’m taking care of him because he is ill. He’s coughing blood! He can barely stand up, let alone train.” She replied with her face twisted in irritation. “I will not let you push our son until he is severely ill. He needs to rest.”

They bickered while Bi-Han listened, his body fighting for him to stay in bed but his mind told him he needed to train. He needed to prove his father wrong. His father was always harder on Bi-Han than Kuai Liang and Tomas who did not have to prove themselves as much as Bi-Han had to.

That was the downside of being the first-born son.

And he resented his brothers like hell for it.

Kuai Liang snuck into Bi-Han’s room with soup, using his hands to keep it warm. “I brought you something to eat, brother.”

Bi-Han looked at him, unable to talk as his throat was inflamed shut. His vocal cords felt like they were being ripped out of him when he made an effort to speak. He shook his head when Kuai Liang came closer with the soup.

“Why not? Are you not hungry?” He asked.

Bi-Han sighed in frustration as he was unable to communicate why he didn’t want to eat. It wasn’t that he was not hungry, it felt like sandpaper going down his throat when he ate. It was painful and uncomfortable.

He tried to communicate with his eyes, but eventually gave up and grabbed something who write on next to him. His mother made sure he had something to write with as she understood he had a hard time telling his family what he needed.

Kuai Liang looked at the paper when Bi-Han held it up and nodded. “Oh, I see. I’m sorry brother. I’ll leave it in the kitchen for now. Is there anything else you might need?”

He shook his head once more and made the motion to shoo Kuai Liang out. His brother listened and closed the door behind him, making Bi-Han sigh again.

He felt like death. He was sure Death would claim him. He wanted to rip his own throat out. The overwhelming urge to sleep took over him, and he closed his eyes.

Groggily waking up, Bi-Han slung his legs over the edge of his bed. He still felt horrible, but he knew his father was right. He needed to try to freeze the sickness out somehow. As he began to get dressed, he felt lightheaded as the corners of his vision began to fuzz. He shook his head slightly. He could not be weak. He could not show weakness.

Despite how much as his body yearned for his bed, he had to make an effort to improve his health. So he trudged out of his room and quietly padded down the hall as he swallowed his built up saliva in his mouth. It hurt horribly when he did, but he could not help it.

“Bi-Han! What are you doing up?” Tomas asked him as he approached Bi-Han. He narrowed his eyes at Tomas and opened his mouth to say something but he could not get a sound out. His vocal cords throbbed, and he rubbed his throat. Glaring at Tomas, he pushed past time and tried to make his way outside.

That was, until Kuai Liang stopped him.

“What are you doing, brother? You need to be resting. Why are you going outside?” Kuai Liang questioned as he stood between Bi-Han and the door.

The eldest brother wanted to explode. Everyone was getting in his way. His brown eyes burned into Kuai Liang’s as he moved his brother to the side. He began to go outside into the snowy tundra while his brothers followed behind him.

“You cannot go outside! It will worsen your condition.” Liang said worriedly as he caught up next to Bi-Han. “Please go back inside.”

Ignoring his request, Bi-Han stepped through the snow as the icy winds burned his throat and nasal passages. His head hurt badly now.

Kuai Liang told Tomas to get their mother while he followed Bi-Han. “Please brother, we don’t want your illness to become worse.”

“Obey my orders.” Bi-Han guttural voice that had not been used for a week rang in the air. He regretted speaking as his throat felt like it was being scraped with sandpaper and a knife. Kuai Liang was taken aback a little bit from the sounds of Bi-Han’s voice. It sounded painful. Bi-Han clenched his jaw and continued stepping through the snow while Kuai Liang lingered behind him.

The Arctika itself was always chilly with its freezing winds and the snow that seemed to never stop. But it had cold spots that were icy compared to the normal coldness. That was where Bi-Han was headed. It was easier to focus his power, and he hoped that the extra chill would help him freeze his illness out.

Kuai Liang warmed himself up from the bitter cold as he followed him. Tomas trailed behind the two brothers, shivering and the tip of his nose and cheeks turning red. He did not understand how Bi-Han could withstand it so easily.

Reaching the cold spot, Bi-Han threw himself onto the ground and began to cover himself in snow. His teeth chattered and his bones ached from the snow, but he knew he could focus his powers better this way. He had to freeze it out one way.

“Brother!” Kuai Liang kneeled down next to him and attempted to get the snow off of him, but Bi-Han smacked his hands. “You are going to get even more sick!”

Despite Tomas and Kuai Liang’s blabbering, Bi-Han sunk into the snow more and began to focus on the freezing temperatures. The cold. The ice that was beginning to frost over him. He needed to get his illness out quick.

He closed his eyes and blocked out his brothers’ pleas and focused on his heartbeat. His bones now ached to a great extent. His throat felt like it was being shredded by a cheese grater with every breath he took.

Bi-Han was not sure if he fell asleep or if he passed out. All he felt was someone pick him up which woke him up from his sleep. He assumed it was Kuai Liang, and Bi-Han grumbled quietly.

He felt warmth engulf his body, but it did not feel good. Going from extreme cold temperatures to hot made him feel like he was on fire. He groaned in pain, his throat flaring up again as he felt like his skin was being engulfed in flames. He fluttered his eyes open, and there stood his mother. She was worried, he could tell by the scrunch of her eyebrows. He saw a glimpse of his father approaching, but his eyes felt heavy. Bi-Han soon passed out once more.

When he opened his eyes again, he glanced around and saw that he was in bed with multiple blankets stacked on him. Near his bed, his mother slept. He felt his heart lurch as his worries consumed him. Was she okay? Did something happen?

Her eyes opened when she heard Bi-Han shifting around, and she got up quickly to tend to his needs. “My son! How do you feel?”

Bi-Han had a pounding headache, his limbs felt heavy, his bones hurt, he was not in any better shape. If not, worse than before.

He explained this to her on the paper pad and she sighed. “I told your father that freezing it out would only worsen it. I was right. You are officially on bed rest, Bi-Han.” She said as she gently pushed his stray hairs back from his forehead. “You are not going anywhere. You will not resume training. You will not get up from this bed, do you understand me?”

He wanted to argue and tell her that he could do it, but with the way he felt, he did not feel like doing anything. He just nodded his head at her while she sighed again.

“I don’t know what I would do if I were to lose you, my love.” She told him quietly. “You are my life. As well as Kuai Liang, but you are my life.”

Bi-Han suddenly felt tired, his eyelids starting to drag down as his vision blurred. He was once again entering his dream state that was empty. Void of any dreams. Just darkness.

It had taken three weeks for Bi-Han to fully recover. His mother fought hard for his father to give Bi-Han the adequate amount of recovery time. His father respected her wishes and granted Bi-Han time to rest. As much as he wanted his son to continue his training and work, he did not like to see him so severely ill. He saw how sickly Bi-Han looked after he tried to freeze it out of him. Bi-Han was pale with blue veins slightly showing through his skin. His body was limp and deathly cold. He thought for a moment that his son had perished by his own bad encouragement. But Bi-Han persisted.

As a future Grandmaster should.

Bi-Han began to feel better halfway into Week 3. He felt more energized and did not have to worry about falling asleep out of nowhere. Kuai Liang and Tomas were joyous to have their brother back even if he was grouchy. They had missed Bi-Han accompanying them to training and his moodiness that only made them annoy him more.

Training had its difficulties as he did not have the stamina built up anymore. So he had a somewhat difficult time attempting to adjust to his usual regime. However, he was used to not talking. His body may have been recovering well, but his throat still had flare ups. No one expected him to talk. But it frustrated him to no end trying to communicate without speaking. No one seemed to understand him. And sometimes it was hard keeping his side comments to himself.

One day, Tomas had accidentally smacked Kuai Liang in the face with a stick, causing the brother to have a large red mark across his cheek.

“By the Gods! Kuai Liang, I am so sorry!” Tomas apologized to him as Kuai, annoyed, told him it was fine.

“You imbecile.” Bi-Han rasped. “You need to watch where you are swinging objects.”

Tomas and Kuai both jumped on surprise, eyes wide as they swiveled their heads to Bi-Han.

“Brother, your voice…” Kuai Liang said in shock.

“It’s different.” Tomas breathed as they studied Bi-Han who was a little surprised himself. His voice was altered from his illness, and he did not expect it. It was deeper than normal with some raspiness to it. He sounded much older and a little intimidating.

“Be quiet, both of you.” He rumbled. Both of his brothers obeyed his orders.

Bi-Han used his voice more, even surprising his parents. “Your voice is new.” His father told him. “A future Grandmaster with a voice like that will bring him success.”

Bi-Han debated on whether his father was telling him the truth or not. He was used to his original voice, and he did not want any changes to it. It wasn’t anything special, but it was his regularity. Now, he had a much deeper and raspier voice that didn’t sit well with him.

Would he admit he was insecure? Absolutely not.

But his mother noticed he used his voice less despite being fully recovered. And she did what mothers always do best.

“My son,” she said to him one day while she helped him apply creams to his face. His face was breaking out from stress, and he was irritated because of it. “Your voice is lovely. It may have changed due to our sickness, but you sound intimidating. You can use that to your advantage, especially when you are Grandmaster.”

The cryomancer did not have that thought cross his mind. His mother was right, he could use it to his advantage. Bi-Han had always been on the much colder side with his personality, so having a voice like that would only add to his demeanor.

Brown eyes staring at his mother’s, he nodded his head. “I had never thought about it that way. Thank you.”

She smiled at him softly, continuing to rub a bit more cream onto his face.

Kuai Liang and Tomas had the hardest time adjusting to Bi-Han’s voice. They never fully got used to it, and if Bi-Han snuck up on them, he often surprised them.

He scared Tomas so bad that the poor kid swung himself off the side of one of the hills around the Arctika. His powers were definitely tested that day on whether he could control his smoke enough to bring himself up the large hill again. Bi-Han found is amusing while Kuai was worried about Tomas being hurt.

Bi-Han utilized his mother’s advice for many years, even after she had passed. Growing from a teenager to a fully-fledged man who was now the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, he had much practice with altering his voice to sound more imposing on others. Sometimes, he used it on his siblings. But Kuai Liang always rolled his eyes and told Bi-Han that he was not scaring anyone.

But they never were used to his voice. How gravelly it could sound and how it would change throughout the day. His voice sounded much different in the mornings than in the afternoons.

He was thankful he had gotten ill those many years ago. It worked out in his favor despite how much pain he had to go through. But he thought it worked out in his benefit.

[boozenboze]

*distant shouting once again*

You have full ability to reject this!

Can we get a Task Force 141 with Male Reader that's a Naga (basically a person that has a snake body below the waist instead of legs) They can transform their body from human to Naga form

The Task Force gets sent to retrieve info, while they're told someone was the demolition with no other info then their callsign being 'COBRA', yes in all caps, and not to attack the one with a blue (darkish) vest.

They run into them just ripping someone diagonally in half with their bare hands. After tearing out their victim's vocal cords with their mouth. While crushing someone into a pancake with their giant tail.

The reader is really nice btw, just a sweet Boi.

Thank You great work btw!

Snake

TF 141 x Naga!Male reader

COBRA a man in a deep blue vest.That was some of the only information that 141 had received from Laswell before leaving for the mission.The man had no other information,no name,no picture,anything that you’d expect to be on a persons file about them wasn’t there.

“Your saying not to attack this guy,why exactly?”Gaz asked as Laswell sighed on her end.

“I’ll explain later,and just a heads up if you hear slithering at any point just stay low alright?”Laswell spoke in a firm tone which made them know she was being dead serious.

“Alright Laswell,were going out.”Price said as Laswell didn’t respond, seemingly had left her laptop.

“Alright y’all heard the woman lets move.”Price said as Gaz walked swiftly behind him as well as Ghost and Soap.

“Laswell said we have to get to third floor,thats where the documents should be eh?”Gaz asked as Soap responded.

“Yeah she did.Say don’t ya think its weird we haven’t any enemies?”Soap asked as the four of them hid behind a corner.They were about to keep going until they heard a few screams,a slam and gunshots.

Ghost had peeked down the hallway they previously came from and heard a faint slithering sound.

“What the hell...?”Ghost muttered as he saw something in the corner of his eye.A tail, a snakes tail to be exact.The thing sbout it was that it didn’t look like a normal sized one it was huge.The tail moved making it’s way down the other hallway of the building.

“Captain there something(someone) over there.”Ghost mentioned as Price turned his way.He waved his hand signaling them to follow him as they wen back down the hallway they had came from.They were about to ambush the person but froze in place at what they were witnessing.An h/c haired male holding a soilder upside down,as another soilder was being crushed by the mans pure black tail.

“Just tell me where the files are and I may let you die painlessly.”COBRA spoke with venom lacing his voice.The guy didn’t say anything and only stared in fear as the males pupils sharpened before grabbing his other leg and ripping him in half.His intestines and guts all spilled out of him and 141 watched in horror.The man in the dark blue vest,standing right in front of them just ripped a fully grown adult in half.They could only watch as the other soilder continued to squirm in the males grip.COBRA tightened the grip he had with his tail as the mans face visibly turned red.Blood poured out of his eyes before his head blew clean off.

“I think im gonna throw up.”Gaz whispered as he covered gis mouth and clenched his stomach in nausea.Soap wanted to pass out as Ghost could only stare with wide eyes.Price never saw anything like this.A man whose lower body is built like a snake wasn’t anything normal.At least it wasn’t normal to him.The man let out an audible sigh as his form began to shrink.He was now normal sized,previously standing at atleast 7 feet tall and now being 5’6, now that his build was more human like.The male stood there for a moment before turning around only to be met with looks of horror,awe and confusion.

“Uhh....Hi?”

I’ll be making another part to this

[wayward-marvel-sommer1196]

Hunters and Happily Ever Afters

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Trigger Warnings: SPN canon violence, self-doubt, kissing, SLIGHT smut, implied smut, swearing

Word Count: 2435

A/N: This was written for Jen’s Disney Challenge AKA @deanjensengirlmaggie. The movie I chose was Sleeping Beauty. This didn’t really turn out how I originally planned but I think it turned out OK, not great but fine I guess. As always feedback is welcomed and if you want to be added to my tag list let me know. BTW Happy Birthday Jen. Oh, and just ignore the crappy little intro to smut at the end. It’s awful I know. That was my first attempt at something sexual so please be gentle. Enjoy! Also please ignore any mistakes I did my own editing and did a crappy job as im tired as hell

Summary: When you and the guys go after a witch in Anaheim with a Disney fetish you get caught in the crossfire. With you under a sleeping curse and the guys having only 72 hours to track down and kill the witch for the cure to work, will they be able to make it in time to save you? More importantly, will Dean’s true love’s kiss work to wake you up? 

“Guys we totally need to hit the beach after this hunt,” you said.

“UH Y/N how about no,” Dean said.

“Come on we’re in Cali and its fucking summer and fucking beautiful. Prime beach weather.”

“We are not really beach people Y/N. Anyways let’s focus on the case. We are still an hour out from Anaheim.”

“Fine. Three women all about Y/H, long Y/H/C, and Y/E/C. All dead in mysterious circumstances that no one can explain.”

“First vic ate a poison apple. Second vic had her vocal cords ripped out. Third vic had all her toes cut off,” Sam said.

“Woah. Back up. Did you say toes?” Dean said.

“Yeah. All ten cut cleanly off,” Sam said.

“Any who, all deaths happened while each victim was alone, so no one has a single clue what the hell is going on here,” you said.

“So, we thinking witch here. Because this seems witchy to me,” Dean said.

“Yeah,” you and Sam said in unison.

Something about this case seemed familiar. The way these women were killed you couldn’t help but think you had seen or heard it somewhere before. All you knew was this witch seemed to be killing women every other day and needed to be stopped. But at least you had one thing down for sure. You knew the type of women she went after. Women like you.

Once y’all reached Anaheim, it finally hit you why these deaths sounded so familiar. All the Disney signs and little kids wearing Disney t-shirts, these deaths were happening just miles from Disneyland. These deaths were fairytale related. Well, not the nice happy ending ones that everyone knows and loves but more closely relates to the Brothers’ Grimm versions of each stories.

“FAIRYTALES!!!!” you shouted causing both men to jump in their seats.

“What? What about fairytales Y/N?” Dean said.

“The deaths. I knew they looked familiar, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on why that is until now. All these deaths are somehow related to fairytales,” you said.

“I don’t remember anyone dying in fairytales. Not like this anyway,” Sam said as he leaned forward. Dean threw him a look and y’all just shook your head and ignored him.

“Well, these are more related to the Brothers’ Grimm versions of the stories. The originals before Disney got ahold of them. The poison apple is Snow White, the taking of the vocal cords is Ariel, and the cutting off of the toes is Cinderella well more like her step sisters but her story none the less,” you said.

“So, you’re telling me this witch has a Disney killing fetish?” Dean said.

“Yeah pretty much,” you said.

“That’s just fucked up,” Dean said and you and Sammy just nodded your heads in agreement.

“This next part, however, Dean, you are not gonna like. This witch needs to be drawn out and the only way to do that is to use me as bait,” you said.

“Hell no. Ain’t happening. Not on my watch,” Dean protested.

“It’s the only way Dean. Plus, I fit her type pretty much to a T,” you said.

“I hate to admit it, but Dean, she’s right. I hate using people as bait but she is perfect and this may be the only way to draw the witch out,” Sam said.

After a little more back and forth between the three of you and Dean protesting, he finally gave in. It was a reluctant giving in, but one none the less. However, he didn’t hesitate to sit there and pout like a four year after losing at which you had to smile at. You weren’t sure why Dean put up such a fight. He had to know this was the only way. He’s gone down this road before and didn’t put up such a big fit. What made you so special?

You guys split up different local areas that the witch might be hiding out. After sifting through so many pages of different buildings you decided to take a quick break and surf the web. That’s when you came across a place that would be a perfect hideout for the witch.

“Guys, I think I found something. There’s this attraction at the actual park that’s under construction which means its empty. That would be the perfect hideout for her considering her fetish and all,” you said.

Both guys agreed and all three of you hit the road. You wanted to ask Dean why he put up such a fight about you being bait but realized it may not be the best time.

You had started developing feelings for the older Winchester about a few months back after he saved you from a werewolf. The way he patched you up and took care of you with such gentleness, completely opposite of the way he usually was, took you by surprise and stole your heart. Ever since then you had gotten a little flirty with him and he would reciprocate but that was it never anything more. He left you confused on where he stood. So maybe him fighting for you like this was a sign that he felt the same way. You would have to discuss that after this meeting, now wasn’t really the appropriate time.

Once you arrived at the park it was after dark and everything was closed so y’all snuck in. You told the guys to hang back and went towards the attraction and the witch came out.

“Can I help you?” she said.

“Uh I was told you could help me with a spell to get my boyfriend to tell me truth,” you said.

“Yes, I can hold on a moment.”

When she turned around you grabbed your gun from your waistband and aimed at her, but before you could shoot she flew it out of your hands. You went running for it went she flung you in the opposite direction. At this point the guys had noticed the fight and had started running their way towards you.

“You hunters are all the same,” the witch said with a sickening grin forming on her lips.

Before you could get a word out or move an inch she hit you with some sort of magic that knocked you out cold. When the guys saw this, they busted through the gates and went charging towards the witch. They drew their guns only to have them flung to the same place yours was.

Dean went running towards you and tried to shake you awake but you wouldn’t wake up.

“Now, now boys, she’s under a sleeping curse. And this Sleeping Beauty only has 72 hours before she never wakes up again. However, this fairytale has a twist that you’ll need to figure out,” the witch said and then vanished.

Dean grabbed you from the ground and held you tight whilst he and Sam ran back to the Impala. He gently laid you down in the backseat and placed a kiss to your forehead whispering that they were going to figure this out.

While back at the hotel Sam looked up the fairytale of Sleeping Beauty and noticed the cure was true loves kiss. But since the witch said there was a twist he knew there was something more. Since she sounded so confident that she would win and using the knowledge he already knew about witches Sam guessed the twist was they had to kill the witch before true loves kiss would work.

“Dean I think I figured it out,” Sam said.

“Ok, hit me with it,” Dean said.

“Well the fairytale of Sleepy Beauty state that the only thing that can wake her up is true loves kiss,” Sam said. At this Dean gulped. He has loved you since he laid eyes on you and when you were attacked by that werewolf it only reinforced the matter, but he didn’t think you felt the same way.

“However,” Sam continued. “The witch said there was a catch to this so taking what we already know about witches, how their spells usually die with them, I figure we now have a little over 70 and a half hours to track and kill the witch and get you back here to kiss Y/N.”

“What me? No Sammy. I’m not her true love. I mean we flirt sometimes but that’s it.”

“Whatever Dean we really don’t have the time to argue about this now. So, let’s get this witch and regardless of what you think you will kiss Y/N to bring her back.”

Dean shut up and sat down in front of his computer. He started doing research on this witch to track where she might be, but every so often would steal a glance at you to make sure your chest was still moving up and down. Honestly, Dean had no idea what he’d do if he lost you and he didn’t want to find out.

Tracking this witch proved harder than originally thought. The guys left your side and searched the rest of the amusement park and had no luck. That took a big chunk of time out of what they had left. But Sam realized that Disney had a lot of resorts that people could stay at and that the witch could be staying at one of the more Disney-esque ones.

Lucky for them the second resort they landed on happened to be the right one. They asked the clerk if he had seen a woman matching the description of the witch and he said yes and that she was a strange one. He said that he usually couldn’t give out room information but since he had a bad feeling about this chick he gave it to them.

They reached room 209 with their guns drawn and kicked down the door. The second they entered the witch threw both of their guns across the room and Sam into the book case and Dean into the glass coffee table. Sam was able to break free from the hold and charged towards the witch again only to be flung through the bathroom door hitting his head on the toilet effectively knocking him out.

With the witches focus elsewhere Dean was able to get to his feet and go for his gun. The witch noticed and was able to stop him but with the fight he was putting up when she tried to fling him across the room again she through him towards his gun instead of away from. Dean smiled picked up his ivory gripped pistol and filled the witch with witch killing bullets killing her for good.

He stood up and raced towards Sam and shook him awake. They both looked down at their watches and noticed the time. “Oh shit,” they both said as they realized they only had an hour and a half to get back to you and wake you up. That is even if Dean’s kiss would work. He still wasn’t so sure.

They jumped into the Impala and skidded out of the parking lot faster than a bank robber leaving the scene of the crime. Dean knew they were at least 45 minutes out without traffic so head had to step on it.

They finally made it back to the motel and raced to your room seeing you still laying there peacefully in bed not looking like you were going to die soon. They checked the time and saw they only had 30 minutes left and Dean started to panic. He rushed to your side and grazed his fingers down your face, moving some hair out of your eyes. Just sleeping you looked so beautiful and so peaceful. On the brink of death your beauty still shined through. As he went to kiss you he stopped midway and pulled back.

“What are you doing man? Kiss her. Wake her up before we lose her forever,” Sam practically yelled.

“I can’t. She doesn’t love me Sammy. I’m not her true love. I can’t be. I can’t be anyone’s true love, I’m too broken. Too damaged. All I do is hurt the people I love,” Dean said as he started to break down.

“Dean stop. Ok just stop. You do deserve love. You have it right here. You want to talk about hurting people? You will be hurting her if you don’t kiss her. She will be dead. You love her and you know and she loves you. Come on, I’ve noticed the glances you guys share it’s kind of gross, but the good lovey dovey gross. So be a man and fucking kiss her before I kick your ass for letting her die because you were a coward,” Sam said literally anything he could think of that would light a fire under Deans ass to get him to do what he needed. And it worked.

Dean leaned downed and kissed you soft, plump, pink lips for a second and then let go. After another second your eyes fluttered opened and you awoke. Sam sighed, but Dean had a different reaction. He grabbed your face and smashed his lips on yours, much to your surprise, but you didn’t fight it. His kiss was hard, desperate, needy, but so full of passion. He bit your bottom lip asking for entrance and you laced your arms around his neck and gladly let him in.

Sam huffed and left the room deciding to sleep in the Impala for the night because he knew exactly where that was headed and didn’t need to see that.

When you and Dean part for air, he leans his forehead against yours and whispers in your ear, “Never scare me like that again. I love you and I can’t lose you.”

His words surprised you so you leaned in and said, “I love you too.”

Dean smashed his lips into yours again, but this time he laid you back in bed and let his hands roam your body. “Let me show you how much I love you,” he said. He pulled your shirt off and began kissing down your jaw and your neck down to your chest. He had one hand on your breast massaging it while his other hand continued to roam. Unconsciously you moaned and started to grind your hips into him generating a growl to emit from his lips.

You looked into his eyes and saw his pupils were blown with lust and you leaned in to kiss him again while you let your hands roam. You got to his waist and felt his hardening member causing you to groan again. This was going to be a long night, but a very enjoyable night.

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