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[team-free-will-you-idjits-67]

This Crazy Life (Part 15)

DISCLAIMER: I LOVE JARED AND GEN AND WOULD NEVER WANT THEM TO BREAK UP. THIS SERIES IS NOT MEANT TO TRY AND CAUSE HARM, NO WIFE HATE WILL BE TOLERATED.

DESCRIPTION: Your life changed the moment Jared Padalecki walked through the doors of your shit job, in your shit town. You helped him as much as you could, becoming extremely close. (Characters, Warnings, etc. will change per part.)

CHARACTERS: Reader, Hostess, Jensen Ackles

RELATIONSHIP: Jared Padalecki x Reader

WORD COUNT: 969

WARNINGS: Fluff!

A/N: Ayooo. Another part! 

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You walked out of the bathroom, your hair and clothes still wet but slightly drier thanks to the roll of paper towels you used in the restaurant's bathroom. You scanned the dining area, looking for any more rogue fans wanting to throw more drinks at you. You sighed a breath of relief when you saw him talking to the hostess.

“Jensen!” You called as you walked towards him. His eyes raked over you with concern as he took in your coke stained appearance, “Thank you.” Your eyes began to sting as he closed the distance between you both.

He wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on top of your head, “What happened to you?”

Tears were falling down your cheeks as you blubbered, “A fan.” You sniffled,” She came at me,” a sob erupted from your chest, “Sh-she said I was a whore and the re-reason Jared and Gen broke up.” Jensen squeezed you tighter, “She thr-threw my drink at me.”

He rubbed your back and sighed, “Let’s get out of here.” He began to pull you away, wrapping a protective arm over your shoulders as he started to walk out of the restaurant.

“Wait!” He looked at you quizzically, “I have to pay for the meal I ordered.” You wiped at your cheeks, “It’s not the waitresses fault this happened.”

Jensen nodded, “Okay.” He pulled out his wallet quickly while you fumbled with your purse, tears inhibiting your vision. He walked towards the hostess and pulled out a 50 dollar bill, “This is for her meal.”

Your shoulders fell as you sighed. You didn’t want him to pay but you were a mess and he knew you wanted to get out of there quickly.

“Let’s go,” he said as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders once more.

You calmed yourself down on the short, quick walk back to the hotel. Jensen pulled you into him tighter as you walked through the hotel lobby towards the elevator. Once the silver doors closed, you whispered out, “Thank you.”

You focused on the cool, metallic doors as you felt Jensen stare at you. “Why’d you call me, Y/N?”

You looked down at your feet, “I didn’t want to worry him.”

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to your and Jared’s floor. You walked out, Jensen following behind closely, “Y/N, you should tell him.”

You sighed as you neared your door and pulled your key out, sliding it into the card reader you turned towards Jensen and ushered him into the room. “I will, at some point,” you said as you closed the door behind you both, “But, this is the kind of stuff he was afraid was going to happen. I knew fans would be pissed but, for them to actually come at me in person?” You shook your head as Jensen sat on the end of the bed, “Did this type of stuff happen to Gen or Danneel?”

“Not that I know of, no.” Jensen rubbed his mouth, “They had keyboard warriors come for them but nothing like this.” He looked at you with concern once again, “Y/N, we should press charges.”

You shook your head, “They obviously already hate me enough.” You grabbed your duffle off the floor and fished through your clothes looking for pajamas, “Last thing I need is for some fan to let it out I got them arrested. It will be even worse for me.” You pulled out a navy blue pajama set, “Plus it was just coke. That can wash off of me and out of my clothes. It would be different if she actually hit me, I guess.”

Jensen stood and put his hands on your arms, turning you towards him. You looked up at him as he spoke, “But you also need to draw a line and show these guys that they can’t do things like that.”

You shook your head, “I’m okay. If something else happens, I will. But,” you raised your arm, your pajamas coming into both of your views, “right now all I want to do is shower and get into bed and wait for Jared to be done with today.”

Jensen pursed his lips and then dropped his arms, “Okay.” He started walking towards the door, “I’m going to tell Jared that once the day is over he has to come up here.” Your eyes widened and he raised his hands, “I’m not going to tell him anything. Just that he needs to come up here.” He looked at the door and then back towards you, “I have to get going though, he’s probably noticing I’ve been gone for a while by now.”

You nodded, “Go. I already took enough of your fans' time.”

He shook his head with a chuckle as he opened the door, “They can wait, you are more important.” He left the room and shut the door softly.

You could feel tears prick at your eyes again as you walked towards the bathroom. You threw your pajamas onto the bathroom counter and stripped from your now damp clothes. You cranked the hot water, watching the steam slowly fill the tiled room before you slipped underneath the stream. You sank down, sitting on the floor. The cold of the tiles bit into your bottom and the grout seams were rough against your skin as the hot water flowed over your head.

You sulked as your skin flushed and steam built up in the bathroom.

You were nervous to talk to Jared about what happened, but at least the convention was still hours from being done. You had time to calm your nerves and try to be confident to reassure Jared, but you weren’t sure you were even okay yourself.

You just hoped that things couldn’t get worse.

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[vamp-doll-diva]

Queen of Two Kingdoms - A Vampire Diaries/Supernatural Crossover fanfiction

Title: Queen of Two Kingdoms Author: vamp_doll/vamp_doll_diva Characters/Pairings: Klaus/OC, Crowley/OC, Rebekah Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson, Freya Mikaelson, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel

Rating: M Category: Supernatural/Romance

Mia Winchester meets Klaus Mikaelson and falls for him almost instantly, but she’s also in love with her friend with benefits Crowley. As their worlds collide Mia is forced to make a drastic change which may bring the Winchester brothers, her brothers, in town. How will the brothers take the new Mia? And how will these two worlds join together?

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Never Have I... (Part 2)

Summary: After her threesome with the boys, the reader has a rough day and some stress reliving fun with Jensen in the kitchen...

Pairing: Jensen x reader

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Square: Fuck Buddies

Word Count: 713

Warnings: mature (language, m/f smut, possessive kink)

A/N: Written for @spnkinkbingo​

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“Hey,” said Jensen when you walked downstairs after your shower. 

“Sup,” you said, going to the fridge, adjusting your towel on the way. You took out a beer and chugged half of it down, Jensen sipping on his glass of whiskey in front of the TV.

“Rough day?” he asked.

“What gave it away?” you asked.

“You smell like sandalwood,” he said, making you pause between gulps. “That’s your fancy body wash which you only use when you have a bad day and do a little self-care treatment. Plus you normally don’t shotgun beer.”

“One of our clients dropped us and my boss is blaming me. Dickhead. I should so quit,” you said.

“You know Jared and I could get you in literally any job anywhere in the business,” he said. “Just ask.”

“I know. I’ll think about it,” you said as he walked over. He stopped in front of you, using a finger to untuck your towel, the whole thing dropping to the floor. You finished off your beer and crushed it with your hand, letting out a burp.

“You are so fucking hot,” he said.

“We still doing the fuck buddies thing after the threesome?” you asked.

“You were my fuck buddy first,” he said, cocking his head, eyeing you up and down.

“Jealous Jared got my ass?” you chuckled, leaving the can on the counter. You bent down to pick up your towel, Jensen spanking you. You straightened up and looked over your shoulder. “Or just jealous Jared fucked me at all.”

“I think I’m gonna fuck you right here and now for that comment,” he said. You smirked and leaned against the counter, jutting your ass out, wiggling it some.

“Come and get it then, big boy,” you said. He pushed down his sweatpants and stood behind you, shoving his half-hard cock into your pussy. You moaned and gripped the counter top, Jensen leaning over your back, lips touching your ear.

“You’re mine,” he said.

“Gonna have to prove that one to me, Jensen,” you said. He grabbed both your hips and pulled you back on his cock, working a harsh rhythm. You slapped the countertop and moaned, Jensen pumping his hips forward, one hand sliding over your mouth.

“I don’t want to hear another word out of this mouth unless it’s you moaning my name,” he said. “Understand?”

You nodded and he moved his hand to the back of your neck, pinning you down.

“Fuck, Jensen,” you said. He released your already aching hip and fingered your clit roughly, sharp pleasure hitting you. “Jensen…”

“Take it,” he said, your hips slamming back to meet his. “You want to come?”

“Yes,” you moaned, clenching around his cock that was currently splitting you in two.

“Mine. Say it,” he growled, delivering a thrust that knocked the wind out of you.

“Yours, Jensen. Fuck. Please Jensen,” you said. He rubbed your clit harder, balls slapping against you, jerking you and pinning you until your whole body went numb with pleasure, a sticky wetness filling you up. It started to drip down your legs and you stood up, shakily falling down to your knees, Jensen catching you along the way.

“I think you fucking squirted,” he said. “Fuck, you’re so amazing.”

“Apparently also yours. I like possessive Jensen,” you said, climbing into his lap. He slid his hand up to the back of your neck, pushing you flush against him. “Jensen. Did my fuck buddy get jealous of Jared cause he likes me?”

“Yes,” he said softly, his grip loosening to play with the back of your hair.

“Want to be my permanent fuck buddy?” you asked. You leaned forward and kissed him quickly, booping your nose against his. “Jensen. I mean-”

“I know what you mean and yes,” he said with a smile, pulling you into a kiss again. “I wouldn’t mind the occasional threesome with Jared. That was fun. But at the end of the day-”

“I’m yours,” you said. “And you’re mine. Got it?”

“Yes I do, sweetheart. Yes I do.”

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A/N: Read Part 3 here!

[jawritter]

You and Me...

Chapter 10

***SERIES WARNINGS**** Rape, non-con, male!rape, injury, violence, description of injury caused by rape, nightmares, self-harm, panic attacks, implied female non-con, language, ass hole Jensen, hurt!Jensen, dark fic, smut. If there is anything else I will add it as I go.

***Chapter Warnings*** Nothing really, some angst, hints of a panic attack possibly. That’s about everything, this chapter is pretty light.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jared x Reader

Word Count: 1509

A/N: Anyway, all mistakes are mine, please don’t copy my work, Feedback is golden. If you want to be added to the series tag list, or my tag list just let me know! I hope you enjoy this one. This is something I actually did and witness, and I realize this one might be hard to read because it is a little heavy.

Summary: It’s funny how one choice you made can change your whole life. One mistake can alter your course, and set you on a path that forever will haunt you. Two people find themselves getting through one of the hardest trials of Jensen’s life, on just one small promise. You and Me. We’ll get through it together…

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You should have been glad, you should have been relieved… But you weren’t.

They were finally releasing him from the hospital.

Paperwork was signed, medications to help with pain had been called into the local Walgreens that Jared would have to pick up once Jensen was home and settled in.

Jensen was going home… To his home… Not yours.

Which shouldn’t have been as big of a letdown as it was, but here it is. There’s no way to change it. 

He wants to go home…

Jared had tried to talk him into staying at your apartment in downtown Austin, but he refused. Said he wanted his life to be back to normal, and that he wanted to go home. 

You didn't blame him. After everything he'd been through if the roles were reversed, you'd be the same way. You would be lying though if you said you weren't just disappointed. 

"Y/N, if you can help him get into some fresh clothes? I'll go pull the car around so he doesn't have to walk all the way through the parking garage," Jared said, grabbing his keys. 

Everything seemed to be moving in so fast yet in slow motion. Jared hurrying around to get everything ready to take him home, nurses coming in and out, signing paperwork, unhooking IV’s, giving instructions.

This would be where you left Jensen today.  

It honestly made you a little sick. 

You didn't like the thought of him in that big house all by himself, trying to take care of himself. He could barely move around this morning he was so sore. He overdid it yesterday, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

What if he had another nightmare, and there was no one to be there with him? 

Turning, you grabbed the black pair of boxer briefs and slipped them over his feet pulling them up to his knees. Along with a black pair of jogging pants. He watched you quietly while you worked.

When you were done he stood in front of you pulling his boxers and pants up before changing his shirt. 

The two of you just stood there and stared at each other for a moment. There was so much you wanted to say, but you just couldn’t make yourself do it. 

He licked his lips and looked down at the floor. 

"You're not mad that I'm not going with you are you?" he asked, sounding more than a little like a scolded child.

"No, I'm not mad, I don't like the idea that you're gonna be by yourself when you still can't even bend down to dress yourself, but I’m not mad at you for wanting to put your life back together, Jensen," you told him, and he nodded his head. Looking up at you he took a long deep breath.

"I know you're right, but If I don't get some sort of normalcy, if I don't do this I'm never gonna get past what they did to me. I can't let fear rule me,” he said, closing the small distance between the two of you. With some effort making himself put his arm around you, even though you know his ribs must have been screaming in protest. 

That’s what he seemed to be complaining most about his morning was the soreness in his ribs.

Slowly and carefully as you could, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Helping to steady him a little on his feet.

"Just promise you'll call Jared if you need something," you tell him, looking deep into his forest green eyes. 

There was an emotion there, the first you had really seen out of him since coming to the hospital when you found out what happened to him, but you couldn't pinpoint what that emotion was. It was too masked. The light that was once in his eyes was still gone, and that bothered you. 

"I'll be fine."

His eyes travel to your lips then back up to your eyes. 

Slowly, so slowly at first, you didn't know what he was doing he leaned in toward you, brushing his lips so softly against yours that you almost didn't even feel him. Then taking a deep breath he closes his lips around yours in a hard kiss. 

It was hard and quick, full of different emotions that you couldn’t even name. It was intense, but it was short. He pulled away and it seemed almost as quick as he’d started. 

Your lips tingle where he had touched you. Even in that very short time his lips were on yours it was like something had ignited deep down in your gut, burning deep down into your soul. 

Grabbing his phone from the table next to the bed you put your number into his contacts. He watched you closely but didn’t stop you, still standing with his arm around your waist breathing heavily. It must have taken some mental effort to actually do what he just did. Still, hopefully, it was a sign that this wasn't completely goodbye, and you had to hold onto that, or you weren’t going to survive the ride home. 

It was going to kill you. 

At least it felt like it was.

You slipped his phone into his pocket before looking up at him. 

"If it gets bad call me... Please don't stay there alone," you tell him, your voice barely above a whisper as you fought against the tears that threatened to fall past your defenses.

For just a moment you thought you saw his resolve waver. The walls that he'd built up around himself about to give you a slight crack to peek in when Jared came back to the door. 

"Ready Jay...." 

He froze in place, seeing the position that the two of you were standing in. 

"Hell yeah. let's get out of here," Jensen said, still looking at you. 

Letting go of you he turned and walked away, holding himself up straighter so that if there was anyone watching they wouldn't be able to even see that he was injured. 

Jared looked at you giving you an apologetic smile, then turned and followed his friend. 

You felt like your world was falling apart around you. You didn't understand why, but you did.. Taking a deep breath you fight back tears as you grab your purse, and head toward the parking garage.

 “You let your heart get involved, idiot,” you think to yourself. “Now he's gone, and any chance you had of being with him is gone with him.”

Getting into the car you make the short drive back to your apartment.

 When you finally stumbled through the front door you poured yourself a glass of the strongest whiskey you can find in your house, and sit down at your kitchen table, kicking yourself for letting yourself get attached to him.

You knew better than that, but you let it happen, and now you had to deal with the heartbreak.

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That night, about five glasses of scotch, and a shower later you were sitting in your dark living room, only the light above the stove shining through the open floor plan of your apartment, strumming ideally at the guitar sitting across your lap. You were just about to try and go to bed when your phone started ringing. You didn't recognize the number, but it had an Austin area code so you answered it. 

"Hello." 

At first, there was just silence. 

"Hello?" you say again a little louder, listening closely you could hear what sounded like someone crying on the other end. 

"Y/N? Can you come to get me?" 

You would have recognized the deep, rough voice on the other end of the phone if you were clinically dead. You were on your feet in a moment. The light buzz you had drank yourself into long gone.

"Where are you? What's your address?" you grab your purse and fly toward the door. 

An hour later you were both back at your apartment. 

"Sorry, it's so small," you tell him as you take his bag, and place it on the foot of your king-sized bed, helping him sit down on the edge of the bed. 

"It's fine," he says. reaching around and grabbing your waist. Pulling you to him so he could rest his head on your stomach, letting a huff air out. His shoulders were still tense as he sat there holding onto you.

"This is so embarrassing. A grown ass man, in my damn 40's, and I'm too chicken shit to stay by myself," he said as you run your fingers through his hair, laughing a little at his smart ass tone. 

"You're not a chicken. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

You were so relieved that he was there that you really didn't care what had brought him there. Selfishly you never wanted to be apart from him again. Inwardly you curse yourself for being so attached to him. It was something you couldn't control any more though. If you were really honest with yourself you didn't want to try to control it. It just was. That was how it would always be. 

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[cass-trash]

Winter Distress

Castiel x Reader

A/N: This is pretty similar to You’re My Drug but the gif gave me some feels.

Summary: Castiel has gone for long walks in winter ever since your death.

Warnings: angst, fluff, implied smut.

Word count: 996

Castiel walked through the snowy forest with a frown spread across his face, his hands limply fell at his side as the snow crunched underneath his shoes with every step. He followed the same path as always, his eyes glued to the cliff not too far from him.

“You don’t have to torture yourself like that.” Dean said, his eyes filled with worry as he watched his best friend slowly walk down the spiral staircase, snow stuck to his dress shoes and leading a trail from the door to the library.

The angel shrugged out of his trench coat and threw it over one of the creaky wooden chairs as he walked past. The brothers both looked at him in confusion, knowing he never took his coat off. “I’m not torturing myself, Dean.” He sighed, picking up one of the lore books that had been piling up.

“Where do you even go?” Sam asked, looking over his laptop. “You’re out there for hours and you don’t answer your phone.”

Castiel kept his head low, his eyes glued to the pages in front of him. He ignored every single one of their questions, and when it all became too much for him he would pick up his coat and go back outside for another walk.

He thought about all of the times he spent with you walking through the forest in the winter, the two of you had your own secret trail that led to a cliff overhang where you would sit together underneath a tree and talk for as long as you could. It was his favourite thing to do, especially when you come back from a rough hunt. Sometimes the two of you would just go there to get away from Sam and Dean, because apparently they don’t understand the concept of knocking.

“Cas,” You sighed in content, resting your head on his shoulder. The two of you were underneath an old tree where the early stages of snow hadn’t managed to reach just yet. “I missed you.”

“I missed you.” He repeated your words back to you, his arm wrapping around you and pulling you closer to his side. This was the first time you’ve been with Castiel for over a week and a half. You were always busy trying to help find a way to remove the mark of Cain from Dean, and Castiel was always up to something new.

You turned your head the slightest to press your lips against his cheek, your hand held his other cheek in your hand as you pulled his face towards you. His lips brushed against yours softly, to the point where it tickled. You closed your eyes and pressed your lips against his, relishing in the moment while you could. Who knew when you would be able to see him again?

Grabbing at his trench coat lapel, you pulled him closer to you. “I like seeing you without this,” You flirted, smiling against his lips.

Castiel immediately shrugged out of his coat, the garment being forgotten as he pulled you onto his lap. The two of you nipped and kissed each other’s necks, by the end of it you were covered in hickeys, and Castiel couldn’t be more proud. “They’ll know you’re mine.” He growled in your ear.

“I think they knew that ever since they walked in on us,” You said, pressing your forehead against his. “You don’t have anything to worry about, Cas.”

“I know.” He smiled, pressing his lips against yours one more time.

Cas always felt a sharp pang in his chest whenever he thought about you. He’s tried not to think about you, but it was too hard. You were like an obsession to him, and he just couldn’t stop.

He could manage to not think about you for a day or two if he was really focused on something, but no matter what, you always crept into his head at some point.

Standing at the edge of the cliff, he closed his eyes and listened to the wind blow through the trees, creating a quiet whistle. His trench coat flapped in the wind and his hair became tousled. 

Castiel hated winter. It was always cold and wet, and the snow was difficult to rid of when it managed to get into the bunker or Baby. He’d always have to heal Sam and Dean whenever they caught a cold, and he found the whole season to be so exhausting.

He could blame his hatred for winter on all of the tiny reasons, but he knew that wasn’t why. Ever since you died he dreaded the season, it just wasn’t the same when you weren’t there to spend your Friday afternoons sitting outside the bunker’s door with a mug of hot chocolate while the two of you talked about anything and everything. It was a small tradition the two of you had, no matter how tired you were, you would make sure there was time.

Opening his eyes once again, he looked up at the sky, wondering whether you were safe up in your special heaven, and what you were doing right now. He imagined you living in your dream house, the house the two of you would describe whenever you couldn’t sleep. He imagined you curled up in your bed, the television playing in the background. You’d be watching that one television show that you never stopped talking about. 

The sound of his phone ringing in his pocket brought him out of his daydreaming. “Hello, Dean.” He answered, trying to cover up the cracks in his voice. 

“Come home, buddy.” Dean said softly. “It’s getting bad out there.”

The angel glanced down at his shoes, they were completely covered in snow and he hasn’t even realised. “I’m on my way.” He murmured, quickly hanging up and shoving the mobile phone back into his pocket before he turned and started walking back to the bunker.

He was positive he’d be back tomorrow.

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[kingspadille]

Reminder that Dean Winchester's son, Abel Winchester, is an AFAB transman and Chamuel, archangel of love and war, is gay!

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[sissa-arrows]

Just so y’all know I accept fanfiction prompt... mainly for Destiel and Cockles but I can do some other SPN ships (not incestuous ship like Wi*cest and Twi*cest with Jimmy and Cas but all other ships are free game) as well as non shippy fics (want Team Free Will to go to the beach? Or Sam to teach Jack how to swim? Bring it on I’ll write it). I can write for Lucifer too (even if I didn’t post any of the fics I already wrote for this show) and for Captive Prince.

If you wanna take a look before sending me a prompt here is my AO3 account.

Send me an ask (off anon or on your choice) with a quick summary of what you want or a message and I’ll see what I can do. I can write in English and in French.

[team-free-will-you-idjits-67]

In the Light of Death

Description: Death can bring out the best in people, especially Dean Winchester.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester

Relationship: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 4736

Warnings: THIS COULD BE TRIGGERING. Reader gets cut up during the story. Slight Gore. SMUT. 

Author’s Note: This has been a request sitting in my drafts for sooooo god damn long from @shademered. They requested “I would like it to be a Dean imagine! Where the reader is a hunter and been hunting with the Winchesters for about a year and gets kidnapped by vampires during a hunt by herself. And the brothers come and save her before she almost dies! At the end, Dean and her finally admit feelings and end with fluffy smut.” I hope this does justice for what you imagined this story would be like! 

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Throbbing behind your closed lids made you groan outwardly. Flashes of the last twenty four hours played in your mind as you opened your eyes slowly. Light flooded your iris’, causing you to squint until you got used to the bombardment of the flourescent's blaze. 

“Well, well, well.” Heels clicked against the wooden boards, “Look who’s awake.” You turned quickly, ignoring the protests from your sore muscles, towards the high, melodic voice. Seeing the tall, ivory-skinned and black-haired beauty in front of you made you angry as you thought about all the lives she and her nest were responsible for taking.  

“Yeah,” you pulled at your binds, wanting to rub at the blow to the back of your head, “It was a nice nap.” You smugly grinned towards the nest leader, “I really needed that.” 

She crossed her arms, tapping her fingers against her faux leather-clad limbs, “You hunters fascinate me.” She walked around your chair, disappearing behind you. You knew she had stopped when her heel clicks ceased behind you and small chuckles escaped her lips, “When you are about to die, you use sarcasm to ignore your fate.” 

“Oh really?” You tried turning towards her but failed as the ropes constricted with your movements, “So, I’m not the first hunter to try and kill you?” 

Heels clicked against the decaying oak boards of the old barn, the leader coming back into your view with a smirk splayed across her red painted lips, “Oh no honey.” She bit her bottom lip as she stopped in front of you again, “And you won’t be the last.” She sighed and looked up towards the ceiling, her arms dropping to her sides as she continued, “You all come in here, guns blazing, alone, and misjudge the size of my nest.” 

You raised your brows towards her, surprised she didn’t know that you weren’t alone and in fact with two of the most notorious hunters in the United States, and chuckled, “Oh, I’ll get out of here, sweetheart. Trust me.” 

She furrowed her brows, a curled strand of black hair falling into her face as she pouted towards you mockingly, “Oh, is the big, strong hunter going to break out of those binds and kill all of us?” She waved her hands dramatically, “Oh, I’m so scared.” 

You nodded, “Something like that.”

She shook her head, “I don’t think so, honey.” She walked towards you and crouched before running her coal black painted nails up your legs and digging them into the meat of your thighs. “Don’t worry, I’ll make this long and painful for you,” she winked. 

You steeled yourself for the torture to come as you waited for the boys to come to your rescue. The fight you had with Sam and Dean earlier in the day replayed in your mind. 

“Damnit, Y/N! Why are you being so difficult about this?” Dean sighed, “We’ve been by that barn multiple times, there’s no way that nest is holed up there.” 

Sam nodded, agreeing with his brother, “I staked out the barn, there was no sign of the nest.” He pulled his laptop across the bright green motel table top, “There’s an abandoned factory about 3 miles outside of town, I think they’re there.” He cleared his throat, “If the nest is as big as we think, that’s where they’re going to be at.” 

You shook your head and scoffed from the bed you were sitting on, “For a nest of this size to still be around and not have any hunters stop them, they’re smarter than we think. They wouldn’t be somewhere that just ANY other hunter would think they were at. They would cover their tracks and lay low until they could move again.” 

Dean shook his head, “Sammy and I have been doing this for a long time, quite a while longer than you have, Y/N. They’re not at that barn.” He walked towards the grime covered refrigerator and yanked at the door before pulling out a beer, “I know you haven’t been with us long, but just trust us.” 

You scoffed towards the eldest Winchester, “Normally I would,” you stood up, the mattress springs squeaking in protest from the movement, and walked towards the motel room bathroom door, “But, my gut is telling me something different.” You turned back towards the boys before you slipped into the dimly lit room, “And that is something, Dean Winchester, you taught me to follow in this last year.” 

“UGH,” you grunted as the leader sliced at your belly once more. The front of your gray t-shirt was now shredded and dark red, parts of the destroyed cloth clung to your skin as earlier cuts began to dry. 

“Oh, honey.” The leader licked the blade that was coated with your blood, “I’ve got so much more planned for you.” She ran the blade across your cheek, applying soft pressure to cut the plump meat, “I hope you can handle it.” 

You spit at the abhorrent creature in front of you, “Bring it, bitch.” 

She wiped at her face with a cackle, “That was a bad decision.” 

You stared at the popcorn ceiling as you listened to the rhythmic breathing of the boys. Turning onto your side, you looked around the room. The moonlight lit the room faintly, letting you make out the sleeping features of Dean on the bed beside you. One leg hung over the side of the mattress, his face half smashed into the pillow that he bear hugged, his hair disheveled and stuck up at random angles. You smiled and stifled a giggle as you looked at him. 

Even though you were pissed at him, you couldn’t bury your feelings for the goofy, overprotective, older Winchester. 

Sighing, you looked towards Sam, sleeping on the couch, that was far too short for him, with his laptop sitting on his chest. The notebook computer fell and rose with each slow breath he took. 

Your gut feeling nagged at you all night, keeping you up from the peaceful slumber you could be having with the boys. In that moment, you decided you were going to give in and go to that barn. You threw the stale sheets back from your body, grabbed your jeans from the floor and slid them on quickly but quietly. 

Your eyes darted between the boys as you slipped your boots on and grabbed your duffle, making sure you weren’t waking the boys as you slipped out of the motel room. 

You got into your 1972 orange, Dodge Challenger and started the loud engine. You silently prayed that the booming motor hadn’t woken the boys as you put the car into drive and headed out to the barn. 

You cursed at yourself for your dumb decisions as you could start to feel your blood loss begin to affect you, clouding your mind slightly. You only wanted to check out the barn, you didn’t expect for the nest to attack you when you parked your car a mile down the road from the crumbling building. 

The leader snapped her blood covered fingers in front of your face, “There’s no time to pass out on me, hunter.” 

You chuckled, “I’ve still got awhile, twilight.” 

“Boy, you hunters are something.” Her words dripped with annoyance as she continued, “You pretend you’re much stronger than you are.” She slashed at your other cheek with a hiss, “It’s annoying.” 

You looked down at your lap, watching blood drip onto your blue jeans as you heard yelling pick up from deeper within the barn. Her head shot towards the door closing you off from the rest of the nest, but her attention soon snapped back to you as you started laughing softly. “Don’t you wanna check on that?” You teased. 

She shook her head, “Probably just a dumb fight, they’ll settle it or kill each other.” You raised a brow towards her as she shrugged, “I can always make more vampires, but I can’t cut you up like this ever again.” 

You nodded with pursed lips, “That makes sense.” You shifted in your seat, the binds seemingly getting tighter as the noises deep within the barn started to get louder, “But, that doesn’t sound like a little fight.” 

She threw her blade down to the hay littered floor and stomped her foot in annoyance, “Those goddamn idiots.” She stormed towards the door as three other vampires within the nest broke through the oak entryway. 

“Hunters!” They yelled in unison. 

You looked up as Sam and Dean marched into the room with blood soaked machetes. Your stomach did somersaults when you saw Dean walk through those doors, relief flooding your clouded mind. You knew you were finally safe. 

Dean chuckled but his demeanour quickly changed as he saw you, alive but hurt, “Oh yeah, hunters.” He nodded, “And you’re going to pay for hurting,” he raised the blade towards you, “her.” 

You chuckled as the leader turned around to glare daggers at you, “I told you I was going to get out of here.” 

She started to run towards you, Dean following quickly behind, as Sam distracted the other three from the nest. “You haven’t gotten out of here yet, bitch.” She lunged towards you, fangs bared and aimed towards your throat. You closed your eyes, readying yourself for the impact that never came. You opened your eyes as you heard a loud thud against the floor, Dean was on top of the leader, struggling to push the machete down onto her neck. She screamed, “Get him off me!” Pulling the attention of her children of the night. 

Sam was able to slice one vamps head off as the other two darted to save their leader. He followed closely behind to protect his brother, pulling one vampire off of Dean, tugging so hard it slid across the hay littered floor. He lunged towards the vamp as it somersaulted backwards to upright itself, it looked up with fangs exposed as Sam sliced through its neck.

The one on Dean’s back successfully pulled him off the leader and began choking him. Dean swung his machete back with his right hand as his left pulled at the arm around his neck. “Dean!” Sam yelled out as he started to run towards his brother, ignoring the leader getting up from the floor and making her way towards you. 

“Y/N!” Dean rasped out, “Save Y/N!” 

You tugged at your binds, praying they’d loosen as the leaders face contorted with a hiss and she lunged once again. Sam leapt, grabbing her legs just in time, her fangs narrowly missing your throat as she was ripped away from you. 

The vampire fighting Dean shifted his focus as Sam struggled with the leader. He threw Dean against the outer barn wall, wood slabs cracked against the weight of Dean hitting the deteriorating oak. Dean groaned as he hit the floor, his attention shifting towards you as you screamed, “Sam! Behind you!” Dean’s eyes darted towards his brother just as Sam sliced towards the vampire coming up behind him, his free arm still holding the leader to the ground securely as he slashed the vampire's torso. Dean jumped up and tackled the injured vampire away from his brother, hacking its head off as Sam finally got enough leverage to slash at the leaders. 

You watched heads roll across the floor in opposite directions as Dean rushed to your side. You both looked at each other like deer in headlights as he cut at the ropes binding your limbs, “How are you doing, Y/N? Are you okay?” 

You nodded, “For the most part.” You winced when the last rope was cut and you could finally move, your muscles screaming from the abuse they had taken in the last couple hours as you tried standing from the chair.

Dean caught you as you stumbled forward, “Woah there tiger.” He wrapped your left arm around his waist as he chuckled, engulfing yours with his large, muscular arm and supporting most of your weight, “Take it easy. You’re cut up pretty bad.” 

You snickered and then hissed at the cuts that stung along your torso from the movement, “No shit, Sherlock.” 

Dean shook his head with a smile, “Let’s get you back to Baby so I can look at some of those wounds for you.” 

You shook your head, “I’ll be fine until we get back to the motel, help Sammy with burning the vamps.” 

You walked through the barn quickly, taking note of all the bodies that littered the floor. The glistening of Baby’s wax coating in the moonlight became a very welcoming sight to you as Dean stammered, “Ar-are you sure? You might have some cuts that need, uh, instant attention.”

You waved him off as the back seat door creaked open, “I’ll be okay.” You groaned as you slid into the back seat, “Things will go faster if you go help Sam out, and then you can patch me up back at the motel.” 

Dean nodded with pursed lips, “Okay, I’ll be right back.” 

You watched Dean jog back into the barn before leaning your head back onto the top of the bench seat. You closed your eyes for what seemed like seconds, but really had been 15 minutes, enough time for the boys to burn all the bodies and have the barn begin to engulf in flames. Your eyes shot open as Dean shook you softly, “Y/N!” 

“Ugh, what Dean!” You looked towards him as your eyes adjusted in the darkness, worry set deep within his features but relief flooding through his olive iris’ as he sighed, “I thought you had passed out.” He rubbed his mouth as he sat forward in the back seat, “You scared me.” 

“I’m fine, Dean. Just,” you yawned, “tired.” You glanced out the window of the impala, noticing the scenery fly past the windows. You turned your head quickly, your gaze falling on Sam driving Baby, his eyes darting between the mirror and the road. “Wait, you let Sam drive?” You giggled, “You were that worried?” 

Dean bit his lip as he stared at you, “You know what?” He smiled as he shook his head towards you, “Shut up.” 

Sam piped up from the front seat, “He was really worried.” A smile plastered across his face as he watched his brother from the rearview mirror. 

“Eyes on the road, Sammy. I don’t need you killing all of us,” Dean grunted. 

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Dean followed you into the motel room as you heard Sam pull away in the impala. Sam ran to go get the three of you food while Dean cleaned, stitched and bandaged your wounds. You tugged your flannel off slowly as Dean shut the thin, wooden door. He walked over to the table, grabbing medical supplies from the black duffle that took up most of the bright green tabletop. You tugged at your blood soaked, shredded t-shirt as you sat onto the bed you left unmade earlier that night, “Dean.” You sighed, “I need help with my shirt.” 

He nodded, “Yeah, just a sec.” He dug through the bag and grabbed scissors before bringing all the supplies to the bed and dumping them next to you. He took a deep breath and smiled at you nervously, “Are you ready?” 

“Go ahead, Dean. I don’t bite,” you snickered. 

He rolled his eyes with a smile while he gripped the bottom seam of your t-shirt and centered the scissors on it. As he cut up the middle of your shirt, his tongue peaked out between his teeth and rested against his bottom lip as he concentrated, causing you to giggle softly. “What?” He questioned. 

You shook your head gingerly, “Nothing. You’re just a dork.” 

“Oh really?” He slid your t-shirt over your shoulders and down your arms carefully, “Well, this dork is trying to patch you up right now.” 

“I know, Dean.” You looked up towards the gentle giant that currently towered over your sitting frame, “I appreciate it Dean.” 

He scoffed, “It’s nothing, you’ve patched me up countless times.” 

You nodded, “Yeah, well, I got hurt because of my own dumb decisions.” Yours and Dean’s eyes locked as you continued, “You could have left me in that chair to bleed a little longer as punishment.” 

“Yeah,” he sighed as he gathered alcohol and gauze, pouring the clear liquid onto the sterile cloth, “it was a pretty dumb decision to go alone.” He paused with an apologetic glance, “This is going to sting.” You nodded as he continued, hissing as the alcohol burned against your wounds, “But, it’s something I would have done if I had felt the same way as you, so I can’t blame you for it.” He softly wiped at your cuts, cleaning the dried blood, “Like you said, I taught you to follow your gut this last year you’ve been with us.” 

You looked down at your torso, shocked at all the cuts that littered your stomach and chest, “When did you guys find out I was gone? How did you figure out that’s where I went?” 

Dean chuckled softly, “Well, I got up to pee like an hour before we showed up to the barn.” He sighed as he worked to clean a gash across your chest, “I noticed you were gone before I got back into bed. I checked outside to make sure you didn’t just go and decide to get a midnight snack but when I came back inside, I noticed your weapons duffle was gone.” He shrugged, “So, I assumed that’s where you went after our fight earlier.” 

You nodded, “Well, I guess I’m glad I’m a little predictable then.” 

Dean chuckled, “Like I said, it’s something I would do.” his brow furrowed as he focused on a cut on your side, the end disappearing underneath the bra you were wearing. He glanced up at you and then back towards the cut. “Uh,” he cleared his throat, “Is it okay if I get under there to get at that one?” 

You nodded, “Let me take it off for you.” You leaned forward slightly and bit your lip, trying not to cry out in pain from your injuries as you attempted to unclasp your bra. 

“Y/N,” Dean sighed, “I can get it off, don’t hurt yourself.” He pushed you back up gently and wrapped his arms around your back as he unhooked the clasps with ease. 

You could see the color wash away from his face as he began to panic with the thought of seeing your breasts. You giggled inwardly at his reaction but soon realization hit you as your bra fell into your lap. Embarrassment flooded your cheeks as your nipples hardened to the new, cool air swirling around them and Dean drank in your naked chest. 

You both sat in awkward silence as Dean cleaned and bandaged your wounds. Once he was done, he almost ran towards his duffle that sat on the floor across the room and grabbed one of his t-shirts. “Let’s get this on you and then I’ll clean the cuts on your face,” he said with what seemed like a sad smile. 

You raised your arms as far as you could as Dean slipped his t-shirt over you. Even though the shirt was clean, you could still smell his musk embedded within the cotton. Bourbon and cinnamon enveloped your senses, distracting you from the sting of the alcohol on your cheeks. 

“Dean?”

He looked up from the gash that ran along your right cheek, “Yes?” You bit your lip as you thought about what you were going to say, making Dean smirk with the action, “What’s up, Y/N?” 

You sighed, choosing your words carefully you stuttered out, “Why were you so worried that you had Sam drive us back here?” You looked down at your lap as Dean’s hand dropped from your cheek, “I’ve seen Sam pretty messed up before but you never had me drive us somewhere as you checked on him in the back seat.” You looked back up towards Dean, his gaze directed towards the gauze stained with your blood. 

Sighing, he threw the gauze pad into the pile of dirtied dressings on the discolored carpet and looked up at you from his knelt position on the floor, “I-I care about you, Y/N.” He looked into your eyes, the olive orbs searching deep within your Y/E/C ones, “I have always gotten upset when someone who hunted with us would get hurt, but for some reason tha-that’s like,” he paused and licked his lips, “amplified with you.” He placed a warm hand on your left cheek below the second gash on your face, “I thought the worst the whole way there.” He chuckled as you leaned your head into his hand and placed yours over his, “I don’t think I’ve ever killed vamps faster in my life. I wanted, well needed, to know you were alive.” 

You rubbed your thumb along his slowly with a small smile, “I can’t even begin to describe how happy I was to see you walk through those barn doors.” 

You both stared at each other in that moment with grins fading as feelings began to heighten. You weren’t really sure who made the move first but soon enough, your lips were against Dean’s. His hands cupped both sides of your face as your hand that had previously covered his now wrapped around his neck, gripping softly at the nape. 

Dean broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours with a soft sigh, “Woah.” You giggled together, “I’ve wanted to do that for awhile.” 

You pulled back slightly, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you tried to hide the smile plastered on your face, “I had to almost die for you to finally wanna do that?” 

“No,” he said as he shook his head with a chuckle, “I just didn’t think you reciprocated my feelings.” He rubbed his thumb along your cheek softly, “To be fair, this is also the only time we’ve really been alone before.” 

“You’re right.” You glanced towards the motel room door, “Then why not make the most of it?” 

Dean’s face crinkled with confusion. “What do you me-,” he tried questioning before you cut him off with a kiss. 

Your lips became hungrier, kissing with more passion this time as your tongue slid against Dean’s bottom lip. Heat began building in your core as your tongues melded together. You grabbed at each other, Dean acting more careful than you due to your injuries as he slid you up the bed without breaking the kiss. 

He laid beside you and ran his hands down your body, pulling your leg up over his hip when his hand met your thigh. You both kissed each other like it would be your last time, but you both knew it would only be the first of many.

Dean rolled over you slowly, avoiding placing pressure on your stomach as he pulled at his t-shirt you wore. You sat up slightly, allowing him to pull the shirt over your head because of your limited mobility. He pecked your lips softly before he pulled back and took in your naked chest once more, but in a whole new light. His eyes sparkled as he bent forward, placing soft kisses along exposed skin, avoiding the gauzed areas.

He kissed down your body, stopping when he reached the waistband of your jeans. He looked up at you, asking for silent permission as his fingers hooked themselves into the band. You nodded and watched him as he pulled the denim down your legs slowly, revealing the baby blue panties you wore underneath. 

Dean’s hands ran along bruises in every stage of healing and old hunting scars gently. His eyes roamed your body, drinking in every inch of you as he smiled. “You’re beautiful, Y/N.” 

You blushed from his adulation. “Thank you,” you said in a whisper. 

He licked his lips as he eyed your underwear, pulling the thin material down your legs and fully exposing you to him. 

Heat rushed to your cheeks, shyness taking over as Dean looked you over once more before tugging at his clothes. In what seemed like seconds, his layers flew off his body and to the floor. You stared as he exposed his tanned, toned chest and then pulled at his own dirtied jeans. He stood before you in his boxers, tented from his erection, before pulling them down slowly. His cock bounced in the air as it was released from it’s confines, the length and thickness not going unnoticed by you. 

He crawled up the bed slowly before settling at your side once more, placing a longing kiss on your lips. Dean reached towards your cunt, slowly running his fingers through your slick with a pleasant groan, “You’re so wet for me.” He dipped his fingers into you, scissoring you open as his thumb rubbed small circles over your clit. You moaned softly as he began to work you towards your climax, “I’m going to get you ready for me, sweetheart.” He chuckled, “I don’t wanna hurt you more than you already are.” 

You wanted to laugh but his fingers worked you over expertly, bringing you to your peak within minutes. “Fuck, Dean,” you moaned out as your orgasm washed over you. 

He placed a small kiss to your cheek before getting up and settling himself between your legs. He lined the tip up to your entrance, sliding it through your arousal, “You ready?” 

You nodded haphazardly, side effects still flowing through you from your climax, “Yes. Please, Dean.” 

He obliged, plunging his cock into you gradually until he was fully sheathed inside you. He rocked his hips slowlly with a grunt, “Fuck, you feel so good, Y/N.” 

You gripped his biceps as he continued his relaxed and smooth thrusts, pulling yourself up slightly to catch his lips with yours. Dean worked the both of you towards your climaxes with a steady rhythm. Your moans became louder as the heat within your belly spread through your body rapidly, your orgasm making your whole body tingle and your cunt clench around Dean’s cock. His hips began to falter as he got closer, more grunts and groans falling from his lips before he came with a roar. 

He placed a gentle kiss to your lips before rolling off of you. He glanced towards you and watched you as you laid there with eyes closed, panting. “You okay?” 

You turned your head towards him with a chuckle, “More than okay.” Dean grabbed your hand with a smile and squeezed it tenderly. You laid there for a few moments, enjoying the alone time with Dean before you remembered why you both were alone. 

You sat up quickly and scanned the room for your discarded clothes, your eyes landing on your panties as you stood up from the bed to grab them. As you slid your feet through the leg-holes, you looked up at Dean. His brow was furrowed in confusion, “What’s wrong?” 

You grabbed his t-shirt from the bed and held it out towards him, silently asking your help as you responded, “Sam is going to be back with food any minute.” 

“Oh, crap.” He sat up quickly, helping you put on the shirt quickly before grabbing his clothes from the floor, “I totally forgot about him.” 

You shook your head as you laughed, digging through your duffle for pajama pants, “It would have been pretty awkward for him to walk in here to us being naked, twisted up in the sheets with each other.” 

He threw his t-shirt over his head, “He’ll find out eventually though.”

You nodded as you settled on a pair of shorts, “Right. But, I don’t need him finding right after we had sex for the first time by walking in on us.” 

Dean chuckled as he walked over to you, placing a kiss on the top of your head as he wrapped his arms around you, “That’s true.” 

You wrapped your arms around his torso and buried your head into his chest, taking in his musk mixed with burning wood from the barn he had set on fire earlier that night. “We can tell him tomorrow,” you said as you looked up at him. 

He smirked, “Deal.” 

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[fandomsissues]

I’m currently writing a request I received months ago... I haven’t realized it’s been so much time since the last time I’ve written anything.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Mardi Gras

Summary: A year after Jensen’s reign as King for Mardi Gras, the reader has a surprise for him. Only he has one for her as well...

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Square: Anal Beads

Word Count: 946

Warnings: mature (language, smut (fingering, butt plug, anal beads, grinding))

A/N: Written for @spnkinkbingo​​

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“Mr. Bacchus,” you teased, walking around the house in one of Jensen’s dress shirts. “Or should I say King Ackles? Your nearly naked wife is looking for you…”

“Am I going to get a repeat of last year?” he called back. You whipped your head around, smiling as you padded back towards the bedroom. 

“Well last year was your birthday. A king’s birthday,” you teased.

“You teased me for months about that if I recall. I think King Dork it was?” he hummed.

“Yeah but...it is your year anniversary of your crowning. I think a night of celebrating is in order,” you said as you stepped inside the dim room.

“Well,” he said, hands resting on your shoulders, lips brushing over your jaw. “I think I ought to get you naked first.”

“Where are my beads?” you giggled. “I think you owe me some if you want this.”

“I think that’s a surprise,” he said. “Give me the benefit of the doubt.”

“Oh, I don’t think…” you said, Jensen sliding his hand up over the curve of your ass. He squeezed the soft flesh and you looked over your shoulder. “You want to try that?”

“I do owe you some beads, don’t I?” he said. 

“Alright,” you said, reaching behind yourself. You grabbed his hips and pulled him flush against you, his hand sliding around to your front and undoing the buttons of your shirt. He slid the material off your shoulders and you stepped forward, pulling him with you towards the bed. You smirked and turned around, wrapping your hand around his wrist, brushing your thumb over his crown tattoo. “I’m waiting.”

“Lay down on the bed,” he said. Taking your time, you did as he asked, Jensen disappearing into the closet. You spread yourself out, Jensen appearing again very naked and with his hand behind his back. “You are too damn gorgeous you know.”

“Good,” you said, sitting up and spreading your legs wide. He bit his bottom lip and whimpered, quickly crossing the room and pushing you down to the bed.

“I’ll give you a fucking tease,” he murmured. He nipped at your neck, pulling his hand away from his back. You looked to your left, Jensen kissing down your body slowly. “Relax. I treat my Queen well.”

“I don’t think that’ll fit,” you said.

“It’ll fit,” he said. Two fingers slid through your folds and rubbed against your clit. You let out a quiet gasp and sank into it, Jensen revving you up on his fingers. A hum filled the air as you lifted your hips up.

“I want your cock,” you said, reaching down for him. “Jens, fuck me.”

“Slow it down. I’ll fuck you after I get you off,” he said. With a groan you tossed your head back, tensing when Jensen spread your cheeks. “What do we have here?”

He tapped the end of the small butt plug, another small gasp escaping you. 

“Hm, someone was up to no good,” he said. He tugged on the plug, gently easing it out of you. Your toes curled and Jensen smirked, pulling it free. “Did someone find her present early and get ready? You know I wanted to do that.”

“Well you know I can’t be trusted not to play with myself while you’re away,” you said, leaning back on your elbows. You fluttered your eyes when he pressed the tip back inside of you, letting the large bulbous part stretch your rim.

“I should have known better,” he said. “I know how eager you are to have something filling up your holes all the time.”

He pulled the plug out slowly, setting it aside as he sat back on his heels. A dark smile crossed his face as he lubed up the string of anal beads, their size increasing with each rung. You’d not played with it before and were more than interested.

Your breath hitched as he pressed the first bead against your hole and it slid inside. The first few went in so easily you barely felt them. After a few more though they began to widen and felt your hole stretch, Jensen pulling them out and pushing in again.

You threw your head back, relishing in the slowly increasing size until it was almost verging on too much. You put your arm over your face and sucked in a breath as another entered you.

“Last one, baby. You’ve taken me. You can take this,” he said.

“Trust me, this is not the same thing as having a cock in your ass,” you said. He chuckled and popped the last one inside of you, a strangled moan leaving you. 

“You hang onto those,” he said, climbing back over top of you, rubbing the tip of his cock through your folds and against your clit. He smirked while he reached behind himself, finding the end of the beads and pulling gently, the largest one nestled inside your ass tugging against your hole.

“Argh. Fuck me,” you growled, seeking more friction from his cock. He straddled your hips though and kept up with his lazy grinding, tugging every so often on the beads before one slipped out. He pushed it back inside and you gasped.

“I think the King wants to play with you just like this for a while,” he said, flashing you a wink, starting to fuck your ass with the beads in time with his hips. “Just. Like. This.”

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[maverick-gone-home]

Six Crows-Chapter One, Part Two

Two dudes, one bed, and a crap ton of monsters that aren’t that bad.

Warnings:

Swearing

No Cannon Characters (All I did was use the show as a basis and wrote the story in the show’s universe, but it doesn’t really touch the show’s characters at all. Crowley was there for a few lines though.) 

Cannon Typical Violence

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Elijah stood in front of the animal control and care center that would've had people on call for the area that Vincent and the others had been in. It was his first choice, and he was pretty confident that he would find Vincent inside.

He ascended up the front stairs of the building towards the front door, his hands shoved deep within his pocket, one of them gripping the leash and collar.

The rain of last night still hung heavy in the air; puddles were evident on sidewalks and roads, but the sky had begun to clear. Rays of sun gleaned through breaks in the wispy, grey clouds of the late morning.

Elijah reached the heavy mahogany door of the shelter and ran a hand through his bangs, fluffing them a bit before smirking slightly and throwing the door open, entering into the front reception area of shelter.

A small bell rang and a women looked up from behind a desk near the back of the reception area, though this area also seemed to double as a supply shop for numerous animals.

Elijah smiled towards the women, pulling the door closed behind him.

"Hi, yes, I'm here about a dog?" The women looked up from her computer and peered over her glasses at him.

"Really?" Sarcasm leaked from every fiber of her being as she deadpanned the question.

Elijah let out a short, awkward laugh. "Not much else to come about other than cats I guess..."

The lady blinked once. "You got something in particular you're looking for or do I have to give you an adoption application form?"

"Oh, no, my dog got out last night in the storm. I live down near Orchard Street." One lie.

"We didn't get any dogs with tags in last night. I did all the paperwork for the newcomers."

"My nephew got his collar off before he bolted and I didn't notice till I went for the leash." Two lies.

Elijah pulled the collar from his pocket and showed it to the lady.

"You know what he looks like?"

"Yeah, he's a German Shepherd Husky mix. Blue eyes, standard German Shepherd coat look on his back with a cream color from the bottom of his muzzle to his belly." And a truth.

"Maryl!" The lady called to what Elijah presumed was some backroom with a worker who could help him find the dog.

A worker popped her head out of a door behind the desk. "Yeah, Ma'?"

"This guy's the owner of that dog you an' John brought in last night."

"The one with the really pretty eyes?"

The lady ran a hand over her face and sighed. "If that's the one that came in last night from near Orchard Street, then yes. Take him back there to see if the dog's his. Kennel number fourteen if this sheet is right," the women stated while reading a sheet from a clipboard.

The women who had stuck her head out of the backdoor, Maryl as the lady had called her, smiled to him, exited the door she was standing in, and motioned for him to follow her to a different door.

"You got a name?"

"Elijah."

"That's a biblical name, right?" She questioned as they reached the different door. Loud barks could be heard from behind it.

Elijah smiled brightly (though in actuality every smile after the smirk that had dropped from his face before he opened the door was fake), "I think so; my dad was pretty religious."

"Oh, well, it's a nice sounding name, biblical or not," she said smiling while opening the door to a small room with a few leashes, collars, and a door that presumably lead into the place where the dogs were kept.

She closed the door behind him, shutting them into the room temporarily, the sound of barking louder than ever. Placing a hand on the next door, Maryl rose her voice so that she could be heard, "Sorry, it's a bit loud!" Elijah just smiled with closed lips and nodded.

She opened the door and the barks just got louder, "They're just excited-" she stopped short of saying her sentence when Elijah entered the kennel room and the barks fell silent. "That's weird..." She mumbled, closing the door behind her, the latch clicking in the silent room. She glanced down the walkway between the kennels and scratched the back of her neck.

"Well... I'll lead you to kennel fourteen."

"Have they ever done this before?" Elijah questioned as they walked down the corridor of kennels, dogs on either side watching him silently. He knew very well why they had reacted so strangely.

"No, and I know damn well that this many dogs don't just up and stop barking."

"Well, at least it's quiet," Elijah mused as they neared a kennel with the number fourteen zip-tied to the chain-link.

"Here's the handsome boy!" Maryl's voice rose in pitch as she crouched to the ground to be on the same level as the dog, Elijah standing behind her.

The dog, identical to what Elijah had described, perked his ears at the sound, his head rising to survey the both of them. From behind Maryl Elijah mouthed the words, "Make it look real," to the dog, a cheeky smile akin to the one that had dominated his face before entering the building. The dog huffed (the expression would have been made complete if dog's could roll their eyes), though not noticeably, before going absolutely mental with happiness. Elijah new it was an act, but Maryl was convinced.

"Woah!" She laughed, "Well someone's excited to be going home!" She was still addressing the dog. She turned her head behind her to Elijah, his cheeky grin replace with a simple smile. "He is definitely your dog; me and my brother, John, couldn't get him to do anything, much less be this excited."

"Really? He's actually really well trained," Elijah crouched and gripped the chain-link door with one hand, the other falling between his legs. "Has somebody been a naughty boy?" Elijah babied through the door as the dog licked his hand happily through the fence. "Sit," Elijah commanded, and the dog sat.

"Wow," Maryl was impressed. "He is trained." It is considerably hard to get an over excited dog to sit immediately after one verbal command.

Elijah chuckled, standing, and dismissing the dog with the wave of his hand, causing it to go back to jumping at the door, its tail wagging at an immeasurable rate.

"Well, all you have to do sign some release papers and you can take him home." Maryl grabbed the clipboard that hung next to the door and proceeded to open the kennel.

The dog leapt from the kennel, pouncing onto Elijah, his paws nearly reaching his shoulders. He made a few licks towards Elijah's face, but remained unsuccessful. "Come on Vinney! We talked about this!" Elijah laughed, half-heartedly trying to push the dog down.

"So Vinney's his name?" Maryl questioned.

"Yup." That one wasn't a complete lie, though Maryl did smile and say it was cute. Vinney's collar and leash were eventually put on and they were both walking towards the heavy, mahogany front door after signing all the necessary paperwork, Vinney trotting happily at Elijah's side as they exited.

Once out the door, both of their demeanors changed dramatically. Elijah went back to having a cheeky grin plastered across his face, and Vinney seemed annoyed. Exasperated maybe?

Vinney made a huffing noise towards Elijah. "Yes, it was necessary that I come get you. You might have presented as an alpha, but the East Pack's treating you like an omega. Nobody would have come to get you." Vinney grumbled. "Would you at least try not to piss them off." This went on, Elijah would say something and Vinney would react with a small sound, though the important points of the 'one-sided' conversation included the following(all of which are in order, just some of Elijah's statements are not included):

"Why, yes, Vinney," Elijah used the name sarcastically, "I could get us home much faster, but I'd rather like how quiet you are as a dog."

"Oh, touchy. Doggy wants to be called by his real name: Vincent?"

"I talk like that because it weirds you out."

"Already asking about food? Really?"

"Well I'm sorry, maybe you should have gotten caught by a shelter that gives human food to dogs, because that's definitely how it works."

"Don't tell me not to be a smart-ass, I'm only like this because you make it too easy to be one."

"Yes, there are clothes back at the apartment. Did you think I dumped all you stuff into the street because you didn't come home one night."

"I know you don't live there anymore and that you haven't stayed overnight in weeks."

"I thought it would be nice; just in case."

"I wasn't hoping you'd come back."

"I wasn't."

"Drop the topic or I'll drop you at the compound with all the friends I know you made."

"Don't use that language with me young man."

"What do you mean you're only 3 years younger than me. I might look twenty-six, but that's just because I'm aging well."

"Don't call me 'old man'."

"Asking if I need a cane isn't funny."

"Okay, calling me grandpa is just plain weird."

"And we're back to you complaining about how hungry you are."

"Fine, I'll take us back the quick way if you'll stop talking about how hungry you are."

With that, Elijah took them back to the 'apartment' as they had come to regard it, though really it was just the the renovated basement of a tenement building turned coffee shop. Elijah had made a deal with the owners that he would renovate the basement out of his pocket if they didn't ask any questions about what he did down there. He also paid rent on time, which sweetened the deal.

Elijah looped his hand through the leash and pulled pulled his keys from his pocket, made his way down the small number of steps from the street to the double doors, unlocked said doors, and in rushed Vincent, the dog. He was still on the leash so he couldn't make it very far.

Elijah flicked on the lights of the kitchen/entryway before he crouched to Vincent's level so that he could unclip the leash from his neck.

"I put some clothes in the bathroom," Elijah, removing his shoes, informed Vincent who sprinted through the door to the un-lit bathroom. Said bathroom door was also closed by the dog. Some how.

"Hey! What did I say about running in the house!" Elijah called to the bathroom.

"That if I do it again, you'll smite my ass," a voice answered back shortly after from the bathroom, light flooding from underneath the door. "I'm not really feeling the heavenly wrath, though." The voice chuckled and the sound of shuffling clothes and a belt could be heard faintly from the closed room.

"Yeah, whatever," Elijah answered as he sat back down at the kitchen island, putting his magnifying goggles back on and fiddling with the glove again. "I wasn't going to waste my morning getting you out of the shelter just to obliterate you."

"Sounds like something you'd do." Elijah rolled his eyes. "What? No comeback, blondie?"

Elijah pushed the goggles up to the top of his head, rubbing a hand over his face. He walked to the door of the bathroom. "You done getting dressed pretty boy or do you need help?" Elijah smirked and crossed his arms over his chest as he stood in front of the bathroom door.

The door to bathroom swung open forcefully, a young man with unruly, autumn brown hair a bit shorter than Elijah's stood in the doorway. The collar of his dress shirt messed up and the shirt was also untucked from his casual black pants. In his hand he held a black bow-tie.

"What is this?" he growled, shoving the bow-tie closer to Elijah's face. He took it from his hand.

"It's a bow-tie."

"Yeah, no shit," the young man was shorter than Elijah, not by much, but enough so that he had to tilt his head upward to make eye-contact with him. "Why was it in with the clothes you laid out?" He was still glaring at Elijah.

"Because I thought you should wear it," Elijah looped the bow-tie around the young man's collar, pulling him closer by the fabric and beginning to tie it.

"Oh hell no," and with those words the young man had pushed Elijah away slightly and pulled the the half tied bow-tie from his neck. "You can keep that shit."

"Come on Vinney, just put it on." Elijah pleaded.

"No." Vinney, or Vincent as he preferred, walked past Elijah toward the kitchen island to examine the pieces strewn haphazardly over the counter-top for a distraction. Elijah sighed dejectedly and watched Vincent from behind.

"Somebody was able to keep busy over the weekend without me," Vincent commented as he picked up a stray piece of silver colored metal and changed the subject of their conversation. "Hey, what is this stuff? It looks like silver, but it doesn't burn."

Elijah took the piece from Vincent and placed it down. "It's melted down angel-blade."

"You melted down an angel-blade?"

"I was bored, you were gone for the weekend." Vincent laughed slightly at Elijah's answer to his question.

"Wow, I mean I know how impulsive you can be from staying here for a week, but melting down an angel-blade just to mess around with?"

"I calculated the risks, found none, and said what the hell. Also, I'm not impulsive, I just know how to take risks."

Vincent snorted. "What's it gonna be Eli?"

"Well, Vincent, I'm so glad you asked," Elijah picked up the finger-less glove with bits of the metal on it and put it onto his left hand. His fingers fit into the metal snuggly, creating an effect of claws or blades on each finger. Metal continued down the glove to secure each piece to the glove and the other pieces of metal. It was incomplete, the thumb and ring finger barren of metal. "I'm making an easily concealable way for me to wield the metal of an angel-blade."

"I will say it's cool, but did you actually spend the whole weekend on that," Vincent used his hand to reference to the glove on Eli's hand.

Eli cracked a bright smile while undoing the buckle of the glove, "I'll take that as a compliment, now," he said as he placed the the glove on the island and grabbed his coat, throwing Victor a worn, dark brown leather jacket, "I promised you food, so why don't we go get lunch," he finished. He rolled down his sleeves and fixed the cuffs before pulling on his thick wool blazer that came to his hips and collar that folded around his neck.

Vincent on the other hand still stood holding the jacket Eli had given him. "You had this?"

Eli looked up from his tie, which at the moment he was trying to fix. "Yeah?"

"I thought it was gone."

"It was," Elijah said, finished fixing his tie, "I got it back."

"How in hell did you manage that?" Vincent asked, shaking his head as he shrugged on the leather jacket, fitting nicely over his shoulders.

"Long story," Eli answered, "Now, do you want to go to that burger place down the street, or do you want to go someplace else?"

Vincent and Eli made their way to the burger place down the street, Vincent's favorite actually, walking side-by-side. Smiling and making humorous jabs at each other as they walked the short distance in the afternoon air of New York City. It was loud, noisy, sometimes smelly, but Eli loved it. He loved how it all just... Worked. Everything had a place and a job that made everything happen.

The burger place wasn't busy, but it wasn't empty. They had sat in a wall booth, one across from the other. Vincent had ordered the same burger he always got, even though it had been a while since he had gotten the chance. It was the same place Eli had taken him when he first found him, cold, hungry, and alone.

Eli didn't order anything, as per usual of any place they went out to eat at.

"So, Vincent," Elijah began to Vincent, "there a reason I had to get you out of that shelter?"

Vincent gave him a bitch face, but Eli's grin never faltered. "It's not my fault they up and left me," he muttered under his breath.

"I demoted Sean because he failed to mention anything about it in his report."

"You did what?" Vincent asked, bewilderment covering his face.

"Demoted him to cleanup duty. Is something wrong with that?" He tilted his head to the side as he mumbled the last sentence quietly.

"Yes!" Vincent whisper-yelled, as to not upset the quiet restaurant, "He's gonna make it impossible for me to be part of that pack!" He dragged a hand over his face and sighed. "So much for your 'knowing how to take risks.'"

"I guess you'll just have to start staying with me full-time again," Elijah cracked a smile, not much of one, but enough that Vincent was able to catch it.

"Wait one fucking minute," Vincent began, his jaw slack. "You knew I wouldn't be able to merge with the pack if such a high ranking scout was demoted. All so that I would stay full-time at your place."

"Got me," Elijah let the smile consume his whole face.

Vincent hung his head smiling, a laugh breaching his lips slightly, "I'm not sure if I should be flattered or angry."

"I encourage you to choose the flattered option as I planned on reacting better to that one."

"This is what I get for working with a war and battle statistical analysis consultant."

"A new housemate? Because that's what I got."

Vincent shook his head. "Man, you are an insufferable asshole."

"Yet you keep on coming back," Elijah finished as the waitress placed Vincent's food in front of him. His eyes sparkled.

"You better be paying, ass."

Elijah did pay for Vincent's meal. Just like every other meal.

They went back to the apartment after Vincent finished eating, and stayed there for a couple of hours. They had decided they would retrieve Vincent's stuff from the compound tomorrow.

Elijah was almost done with the glove, merely fiddling with the mechanisms at this point, and Vincent was still in the shower, though he had only entered the shower twenty minutes ago. Elijah's phone rang on the marble, much like when Eliot had called him before he had gone to find Vincent. He answered as the shower cut off.

Vincent exited the shower, pulling the curtain back, hardly seeing himself in the steamed mirror of the bathroom. He pulled the soft towel from the wall and dried himself, rubbing the towel over his hair, trying to get it dry, though it was in vain. He sighed, dressing himself as he heard Elijah talking to someone. He pulled his belt through the loops of his dark black jeans, doing the buckle up and pulled on his undershirt next. He did the buttons of his dress shirt, making the collar was straight before lifting the leather jacket up to examine it. He smiled.

"That's a story I'm gonna want to hear," he spoke softly to himself before pulling the jacket on and making his way out of the bathroom.

Elijah had just hung up his cellphone and was grabbing his coat.

"Who was that?" Vincent asked from the doorway that lead to the master bed and bath.

"The police."

"Really? What did they want?"

Eli shoved the glove into his coat pocket before answering Vincent's question. "They found some bodies down near Orchard Street in the Lower East Side. Said it looked up my alley."

"Wait, isn't that where you had the scouting mission last night?" Vincent asked, following Eli as he made his way to the door.

"Did you ever figure out what it was that was out there?"

"It was a full moon, but from what little of its smell I could catch, it smelled like a ghoul."

"Great," Elijah sighed out. "We're gonna take the fast way; I'd rather get there before the newspapers start showing up."

With those words, they left for the crime scene.

welp, that’s that, fam.

[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

A couple of fics to come your way

Yeah, yeah. I’m alive...Just on hiatus due to life being so...shitty lately. BUT!

Either later tonight or tomorrow I’ll post a couple of stories I was able to come up with. One smutty and One an imagine...I think. I know there’s one I finished that I’m really proud of, but I got so much shit going on anymore I can’t keep track of it all. So keep an eye out.

Anyone see Walker yet? I haven’t, I plan on it though. It looks good!

[what-the-shit-is-this]

It's 1925 and Dean Winchester is a hitman for his father's gang, but their rivals have themselves a hitman who Dean can't seem to take his eyes of off.

Hey guys check out my new fic it’s set in the 1920′s and it’s all mafia and shit so yeah go read it I will update I promise

[kingspadille]

I'm writing this fanfic and I've researched for hours and hours to make sure all the info I used is correct please give it a read or a thumbs up or anything lol

Ao3

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It's Supernatural (the show) but just about anyone can read so long as you have a basic understanding of Supernatural. Everything is explained in fic with a Transgender lead!

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Remember When...

Summary: Dean has a nightmare one night while the boys are sharing a motel room...

Pairing: none (Sam & Dean)

Square: Motel Nightmare

Word Count: 664

Warnings: none

A/N: Written for @spnbromentbingo

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“Dean,” said Sam, shaking on his shoulder. Dean had started making those mumbled little sounds in the bed beside him that meant his brother was having a nightmare again. Sam grew up with the sound. It was normal kid stuff at first and having to share a bed allowed them both to pick up on when the other was having them.

At some point they got older and started to ignore the fact they had them, that hunts cause them. At least Dean did. He’d gotten pissed off enough at Sam that Sam rarely woke Dean from one now.

Working a hunt nowadays meant a motel room and they were probably too exhausted to even have nightmares so it wasn’t all that often Sam got to experience Dean having a nightmare up close and personal anymore.

“Dean,” said Sam again, pushing on Dean’s shoulder. Dean’s eyes flew open as he shot up, the mumbles stopping. He breathed hard for a moment as he got his bearings, plopping back in bed with a sigh. “You okay?”

“Fine,” said Dean, grabbing his blankets and turning his body away. Sam climbed back into his own bed, Dean letting out a deep breath. “Stop staring at me.”

“I’m not. Goodnight,” said Sam, pulling the covers back up. It was quiet in the room but Sam knew Dean wasn’t asleep yet.

“Sammy?”

“Yeah, De?”

“Sorry. For snapping,” he said.

“S’okay,” said Sam, the room quiet again. “You want to talk about it?”

“No,” said Dean softly. “But thanks.”

“Alright,” said Sam. He heard Dean roll back over in bed, the sound of rain hitting the roof of the motel. 

“Remember that time we got to stay in that motel that had the big couch? We made a huge fort out of it,” said Dean.

“Yeah. You didn’t get to play though. You had to make me dinner,” said Sam, turning over, giving Dean a smile. “Tuna fish Mac and cheese.”

“One of my worse dinner concoctions,” chuckled Dean. 

“You were a pretty good cook for eight years old,” said Sam.

“Yeah,” said Dean, giving Sam a smile.

“Hey, when we get home, why don’t I cook you dinner, whatever you want?” asked Sam.

“Sorry Sammy but you aren’t a very good chef,” laughed Dean.

“I’m serious. Aside from mom, when’s the last time you had a home cooked meal you didn’t make?” asked Sam. Dean shrugged, looked years younger for a brief moment. “Well I’m gonna make you something. You can decide on the drive home tomorrow.”

“Where’s this coming from?” asked Dean.

“You always took care of me. I got to be a kid. I got to have that because of you. You got to be my parent when you were five years old. So yeah, we’re adults and yeah you’ll pretend we didn’t have this conversation in the morning but I can take care of you too, De,” said Sam.

“Alright, alright. You can make me a crappy dinner if it makes you feel better,” said Dean, closing his eyes, blinking then open again. 

“Dean?”

“Can we stay up a little longer? I still see…” said Dean.

“Remember when we took the sheets off the bed and went up to the second floor balcony?” asked Sam.

“We were gonna use it as a parachute,” laughed Dean. 

“Dad was so pissed,” said Sam, Dean running a hand over his face. 

“Yeah he was. Still worth it.”

“So worth it,” said Sam, catching Dean smiling for a moment before he shut his eyes. Sam told another childhood memory, Dean humming every so often as he became relaxed again. By the third one, Sam could hear the shift in Dean’s breathing again, Dean passed out. “I’ll have to remember that trick for next time. Night, De.”

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Home Bound

Summary: After defeating Chuck, Dean wakes up in the middle of nowhere Colorado four months after dying. He has no idea why he’s alive again or what’s going on. All he knows is his family is gone and he needs to get back home to figure out what brought him back to life and why. It’s easier said than done though in the middle of a brutal ice storm with Dean’s grief threatening to consume him every passing moment. Dean knows if he can just make it home, he’ll be okay again or so he hopes...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 7K

Warnings: language, angst, injury, mention of character death, mourning, supernatural events

A/N: This series is a first for me and is written entirely in Dean’s POV. This series is complete!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3