#spn hwc - week 3

[winchesterprincessbride]

The Lore Can Wait

This is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing SPN Hiatus Challenge, Week 3.  The prompt is, “Could you be any louder?”

Sam was up to his eyeballs in ancient texts about sirens when he finally realized you were calling his name.

“Sam! Sammy! Earth to Sam Winchester! Look, a clown!” Giggling at the panicked look on Sam’s face, you winked at him.  “Made you look!” you teased.

“What?” Sam snapped irritably.

“Are you DEAF, Dude?” Dean demanded.  “Come, ON. You comin’ or not?”

It was then that Sam noticed you and Dean both had your coats on.  “Coming where?” 

“To the bar, Genius!  If I do another second of research, my eyeballs will fall out!”  You sighed dramatically.

“I have a lot of research I want to do tonight,” Sam said stubbornly.

“Come ON, Sam! Who’s gonna be my wingman when Dean inevitably ditches me for some bar skank?” You whined.

“Hey!” Dean said indignantly.

“I’m not in the mood,” Sam repeated.

“Nevermind, then.  Forget we asked.  Come on Dean.” You said quietly, walking towards the door, shoulders slumped.

Dean looked at his brother critically. “One of these days when you hit puberty your gonna realize there’s more to life than research and studying the lore, Sammy.”  Leaving Sam to ponder this he walked out to join you in the garage.

“My brother is an idiot,” Dean told you as you drove to the bar.

“No, he’s not, Dean.  He just doesn’t see me that way.  I have to accept it and move on.  It’s pointless to chase after a guy who’s clearly not interested.” You said, trying not to cry.

Dean rolled his eyes.  “Oh, he’s interested.  I’ve seen him checking out your ass more than once.  I know my brother.  He’s interested.  He watches you when he knows your not looking.”

You snorted with laughter. “Whatever. I just want to get drunk and not think about Sam.  Can we do that?”

Once you were at the bar, you knocked shots back like they were water as you rebuffed the advances of one guy after another. None of them were enormous Moose with huge brains, even bigger hearts, and smiles that made you melt.  

Dean had been exchanging come-hither looks with a hot blonde that had eventually led to conversation.  He was on the verge of sealing the deal when he noticed how drunk you really were.  He couldn’t in good conscience leave you here. 

Alcohol tended to act like truth serum for you.  An idea began to form in his mind.  Telling his conquest he just needed to run you home, he promised he’d be right back.

“Where’s the fire?” You demanded as Dean hustled you into the Impala.

“I’m taking you home.  You know, Y/N, you should tell Sam what a moron he is.  He needs to know what a dumbass he’s being.” Dean suggested.

“He sure does!” You agreed. “He would be lucky to have me!” 

Dean pulled up to the bunker, and once you were in safely, he went back to town and his company for the night.

You tripped over the door jam and stumbled over a discarded pair of Dean’s boots. Your purse flew out of your hand and fell down the stairs, spewing its contents everywhere.

“Dammit!” you yelled in frustration.

Sam came running up the steps, gun raised.  You shrieked in alarm, knocked into Sam, and almost succeeded in pushing you both down the stairs.  Luckily one of you was sober, so you managed to stay upright.

“Could you be any louder?” He asked you. “For a hunter your certainly clumsy.”

“Fuck off, Winchester, for someone so smart, your pretty dumb AND blind,” you told him, pushing off him and wobbling down the stairs, your purse forgotten. Sam came after looking confused.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Where’s Dean?”

You sighed dramatically. “Dean’s with his flavor of the minute. He made me come home because he said I was too drunk. Is it hot in here? I think it’s hot. I need a beer.”

You suddenly slipped your arms inside your shirt and wiggled around.  The next minute you produced a black lacy bra which you threw on the floor with a flourish. “Whew, much better!  That thing was pinching me!”

You tottered off to the kitchen to get a beer.  “I TOLD you Dean would ditch me!   I wish HE was the one I liked because I would have gotten laid by now. Shoulda chose him instead of…..oh never mind.”

You fished around in the fridge for a beer, and finding one, uncapped it and took a long swallow.  When you turned around, Sam was standing in front of you, your bra dangling from his finger.

“Who did you choose, Y/N? Who do you like?” Sam asked you in a quiet voice.

“Poor, dumb, oblivious Moose.  You really have no idea, do you?” You reached up and gently caressed his cheek. “Maybe you should check the lore, that’s what you’re good at.” You made a move to walk around him, but his huge hand closed around your wrist and held you steady.

“I’m not nearly as oblivious as you think I am,” Sam growled, slamming his lips to yours and swallowing your yelp of surprise.  You melted against him, and he deepened the kiss, cupping your face as his tongue ravaged your mouth.

“It’s a shame your not into me, because you would get so lucky right now.” You murmured, leaning against Sam for support.  He picked you up in his arms and carried you out of the kitchen towards his room.

“Screw the lore.  It can wait.”

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[summer-binging-spn]

Tom & Jerry?

Word Count: 784

Warnings: None? A little lover’s spat? Charlie is still alive?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Tags: @lucifer-in-leather @ravengirl94 @wayward-mirage @helvonasche @mamaredd123 @myplaceofthingsilove @assbutt-still-in-hell @casbabydontgoineedyou

Author's Note: This is for @deathtonormalcy56  ‘s week 3 of the 2017 hiatus challenge. I sorta did both prompts, Could you be any louder? And Planning their wedding leads to bickering and conflicting ideas. So it’s before your wedding and you’re watching cartoons. Yay cartoons!

“You’re watching Tom and Jerry and our wedding is a month away. You have yet to pick out flowers, bridesmaid dresses, or a cake, don’t you think you should be doing something towards the wedding?” Dean asks, interrupting your cartoon watching.  “Um I don’t think I should,” you mumble, shoveling another bite of Ben & Jerry’s into your mouth.  “Are you kidding me? It’s a month away, and you haven’t picked out any of the important things,” he demands. “Could you be any louder?” you grumble.  “Yes, you haven’t gotten a cake, flowers, or bridesmaid dresses,” he grumbles.  “But I’ve picked out the most important thing,” you grin. 

“What’s that?” He groans.  “My groom,” you say and pull him onto the bed with you.  “Not gonna work this time, we have to choose what we’re going to have at the wedding,” he says, closing your laptop. You groan and lay face down on the bed. “Aren’t you supposed to be excited and bridezilla about all this?” Dean asks.  “No, I don’t wanna,” you whine.  “Well you have to, Charlie is on the way to help you,” Dean grins.  “You have to help me with the cake,” you grumble. You don’t know why you agreed to such an event now.  “I will,” he promises softly.  “Alright,”  “I’m back bitches,” you hear Charlie’s voice bounce off the bunker walls. You stand up and look down at your sweatpants and old tee.  “I have to change,” you mumble, standing up grabbing your nearest pair of jeans. You yank then on and a black v-neck. You grab a flannel on your way out the bedroom.  “I’ll never get tired of watching you in those jeans,” Dean grins, pulling you back into him.  “Alright I have to go pick out brides maid dresses,” you say, wriggling out of his grip.  “You have fun with that,” he says walking back to your room.  A few hours later you return home with leftovers from a girls’ lunch and good news about the bridesmaid dresses.  “Can we have pie at the wedding?” Dean asks, walking towards you. You sit down to think about it.  “That might not be such a bad idea,” you mumble glancing up at him.  “I’ll help you make them,” he smiles.  “Who said I was making them?” you ask,  “Well you make the second best pie I’ve ever eaten, and I’d really love it if you made the pie for our wedding,” Dean whispers. “Second best?” you glance up at Dean. “You know mom’s is the best I’ve ever had,” he grins. “Maybe you should get your mom to make the pies,” you say, crossing your arms. “Mom’s paying for my tux, I don’t think she’ll bake the pies too,” he pouts. “Well that’s too bad, because I’m supposed to be bridezilla,” “I was just saying that most girls would be insane if they didn’t have their bridesmaid dresses yet,” he mumbles, avoiding your gaze. “Well that’s wonderful isn’t it? Making fun of me?” you mumble, avoiding his gaze. “I’m sorry, can we please just agree on this?” he pleads. “I don’t know,” you grumble. “You’re still mad at me for making you go bridesmaid dress shopping today. Aren’t you?” he asks. “No, I’m just frustrated that you think I should be making the dessert for our wedding,” you bite. “What are you two fighting about now?” Sam asks as he walks into the room. “Please explain to your brother that I cannot make the dessert for our wedding,” you look up at Sam. “Dean, why would you ask her to do that?” Sam asks, glancing between you two. “Because her pies are amazing,” he cries. “It’s her wedding too Dean,” “There are going to be what, twenty people there? So how many pies would you have to make?” Dean asks. “Dean that’s not the point, I should be worried about other things. Not pies,” you shake your head. “Like you were worried about the bridesmaid dresses?” he demands. “Dean, I just told them to wear what they wanted,” you mumble. “But you’re making Sam and I wear suits,” he grunts. “If I didn’t you would be wearing a t-shirt, flannel and a jacket,” you state. “So? It’s my wedding,” Dean grumbles. “Dean, just let it go. You’re wearing a suit, I’m wearing a wedding dress, the girls have their dresses, I have something special for that night,” you whisper. “I’m gonna order some pies,” Sam says, struggling to get out of the room fast enough. You giggle at making the younger Winchester uncomfortable. “Good job,” Dean grins, pulling you close to him. You lean on him, exhausted from shopping and allow him to lead you to bed.

[jayankles]

First Degree Burns Part 3

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Reader (eventually)

Summary: Firefighter!AU. Dean is the new firefighter than has recently moved in, unbeknownst to you. You hear screaming and shouting outside of your house and waste no time to help those in need. You find out your neighbour’s son is still in the house and run in to save him. But can you?

Word Count: 2230

Beta: @misticty – Thanks dude, you are awesome!

A/N – For @thing-you-do-with-that-thing’s Favourite Things Challenge with the prompt: Firefighter!AU. This is Part 3. And it is for her SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge - Week 17 with the prompt: ‘tell me something I don’t know about you.’

Catch Up Here

‘It’s okay, I know how hard it is to lose someone you love.’ A look of sorrow passed over your face as you thought about worse times, a smile mimicked his previous one. ‘I know what it’s like to lose a child, I wouldn’t wish that upon anyone else.’

Dean’s face had grown pale. He didn’t know what it felt like to lose a child but he had lost his mother and Sam’s mother. He couldn’t think about the pain and despair, it was a heartbreaking thought that he didn’t want to conjure, he couldn’t think about losing another loved one especially his little boy.

Dean’s eyebrows were furrowed, they deepen and he tried to decipher what you meant by it. You had lost a child?

He didn’t want to know what that felt like, not in a million years. He had learned first hand that you would do anything for someone else’s child but what was it that you hadn’t done to lose yours. Was it due to natural causes? He knew it would have been rude to ask but his curiosity ran wild. His mind running a mile a minute trying to picture a little girl who looked exactly like you, changing their eye colour, imagining their father to have a slightly different shade.

Of course, the door had opened and a doctor wearing a white overcoat came in.

His name tag, next to his stethoscope, reading Castiel.

‘Mr Singer,’ the doctor walking over to where Bobby was and shaking his hand. 'I would say that it was a pleasure seeing you again but given the circumstances I-’

‘Cas!’ You whined, causing Dean to retreat to the corner of the room where a spare chair was luckily located. ‘My leg hurts!’

Castiel read your charts, scanning all the notes inside the clipboard that was attached to the bed.

'Cas! You were my daddy’s doctor! Tell me something I don’t know about you.’

With all seriousness, Cas deadpanned, 'I’m an Angel of the Lord, and I married a demon.’

The doctor injected the morphine into you, reducing the pain immensely, almost immediately.

Your head started to spin and you couldn’t figure out why but the others around you did. They giggled and tittered as the medication ran through the tube and into your body.

‘But Daddy,’ you whined, hyped up on the morphine, ‘can’t you see it?’

Bobby chuckled as he scraped a hand under his cap and down his face. ‘See what pumpkin?’

‘We – all of us – are on a cloud. We are floating on a cloud.’ Your voice light and breathy. 'Cas is an Angel and we’re in heaven.’

Sam looking to his father, finding a smile on Dean’s face. ‘Is she okay, dad?’ Sam had whispered.

Dean quietly laughed from where he was sitting in the corner of the room. ‘Yeah, Sammy. Y/N’s okay. She’s just a little full of morphine to take the pain away from her leg. It wouldn’t be a surprise if she doesn’t remember this.’

‘Dad where are we going to stay?’ Sam looked around and lowered his voice so that only he and Dean could hear.

Dean exhaled a breath, hoping that he wouldn’t have to answer that question just yet but knew that since Sam had asked he would have to answer.

‘For now, I guess we’ll have to stay at the firehouse. There are beds for when we take 12 maybe even 24 hour shifts; we’ll stay there until then. I’ll try my hardest to find a place but… that is all I can do. Try.’

Dean and Sam were going to suffer, again. This being the second time.

Someone up there must have hated the Winchesters, they must have done something wrong in a previous life.

Your eyes were drooping enough to send you back to sleep. Bobby got up and patted the back of your hand but you didn’t feel it, you didn’t feel the kiss that Jody placed on your head either because you were out for the count.

Bobby and Jody started to retreat from the room, Sam and Dean following their lead, standing and stretching their tired, stiff muscles.

Sam shoved his good hand in his jacket pocket the other held up by the sling standardly issued by the hospital. Underneath the cast, was already beginning to become itchy but if he touched it his arm and recovery could get worse.

You had been discharged a few days later and prescribed some more medication for you to take only when the pain became unbearable.

However, you felt like an invalid with all the titanium rods piercing through your leg. The fracture not quite healed yet which reduced you to being in a wheelchair for the time being. You would only be able to move to the crutches stage when your physio therapist only deemed you fit enough.

Now here you were with a box of doughnuts in your lap as Bobby pushed you into the fire station, looking for the firefighters that had rescued you from next doors burning building.

The friendly woman at the reception desk had given you a warm smile, seeing as you were currently immobile, she typed up the location of the incident and a few minutes later picked up the phone and asked for Lafitte, Fitzgerald, Harvelle and Winchester.

'You got a visitor boys and girl.’ The receptionist had said, you still hadn’t caught her name. She hummed a few times and before telling them to come down to main entrance, where she was currently situated.

The receptionist lead you over to the seats on the left side of room, so your father could sit down, he decided not to protest against the stern looking woman at the front. ‘They’ll be down in a minute.’

‘Dad, do you think they’ll like the doughnuts?’ Even though you had asked about half a dozen times already, you couldn’t help but be nervous and ask again.

‘Pumpkin, for the hundredth time, they’ll appreciate the gesture, they’re getting free food from a damsel in distress, that’s what they do for a livin’, they save people because they like it, it makes them feel good. They did good and they don’t expect anything in return.’

Bobby’s words were wise, they always had been, and you just had to listen and digest what he had said and tell yourself that you were just worrying for nothing. Everything was going to be fine and you were going to thank them for saving your life with doughnuts; tit for tat, right?

A short woman with blonde hair came through the door first, greeting the woman at the front desk with a smile.

Next came a short, skinny man; his aura read friendly as he smiled. He was followed by a larger build man, his physique vaguely familiar. He looked like a big teddy bear. The man beamed as he lay eyes on you – he recognised you.

The woman said four names right?

Just then, two familiar face stepped through the double doors.

Dean and little Sam, still in his cast.

‘Dean? Sam? What? What are you doing here?’ You were bamboozled, your brows furrowed in confusion as you lay eyes upon the people that were in the hospital with you just a few days ago, what were they doing in the fire station?

Dean’s face tinged a shade of pink as Sam ran to be at your side, giving you an awkward side hug with his good arm. The man scratched at the back of his neck as he tried to come up with an excuse to tell you why he was at the station. He contemplated telling you that he was here to see his friend Benny but all he could come up with was the truth.

‘I work and now live here… surprise?’ His words were quiet but he tried to play it off.

‘Do you have a minute after so we can talk?’ You asked Dean.

The other fire fighters seemed to take a step back but you spoke again. ‘Sorry, I came here, with the help of my father of course,’ a chortle ran through the station. ‘I brought these as a thank you.’

You handed them to Sam, which was quickly assisted by the short man.

The blonde spoke up, sensing a little nervousness about you, she introduced herself as Jo and then went around to introduce the other two men.

‘That one,’ she pointed to the man with Sam, ‘is Garth. The Louisianan teddy bear over there is Benny and you obviously know Sam and Dean.’

The team had thanked you for the doughnuts and wished your recovery well.

Benny had tipped his head forward, his accent almost making you melt, ‘thanks, Cher, we’ll definitely remember you.’ Then he left.

It was only you and Dean remaining, along with the receptionist and your father.

‘You want me to go, Pumpkin?’

You tilted your head back and smiled up at him. ‘No dad, it’s okay this will only take a second.’

He nodded and took a few steps back anyway, not yet wanting to intrude on the conversation you were about to have with one of the firefighters that had saved his daughter.

‘You said you live here?’ He nodded. ‘So you don’t have a proper place to stay?’ He shook his head. ‘Would you like to live with me?’ His head snapped up from where his eyes had landed to a spot on the floor.

‘Why?’ Out of all the letters of the alphabet and all the hundreds of thousands of words he could have strung together, he chose ‘why?’

‘Because you don’t have a place to stay? Because I have a spare bedroom and no one sleeps in it. So I’m offering to you and Sam because you can’t sleep in a fire station and if it makes you feel better you can stay there until you find your own place.’ With a smile on your face, you argued that it would be a good idea that he stays with you, and now that you knew this information it would ease your mind knowing that he and his son had a place to stay.

‘But I can’t do that Y/N, it’s your house and we’re just going to impose and get in the way, what with you in a wheelchair with a broken leg, in a cast I might add.’

‘Dude, it’s the same size as your house was. It big enough for three of us. I’ve had more people live here at one time before.’ You started. ‘I had friends over here when I needed them the most. And I want to do the same with you. You and Sam, you need someone to be there for you and I want to be that someone. If I can help you, it’ll make me feel better. Please Dean. Just consider it.’

Dean huffed as he mulled over what you were arguing, ‘if I were to consider this proposition. What about him?’

He pointed over your shoulder to where Bobby was.

Rolling your eyes, you groaned and tipped your head back, ‘my dad? He’s not going to there the entire time, only just to check up on me and it’s not like we’re dating and, you know, if we were I’m an adult and I will do what I want.’

It took a lot long than you had anticipated, you and Dean going back and forth why he and Sam should or shouldn’t stay.

In the end, he relented and agreed on the condition that he look after both you and the house whilst he and Sam were living there with you.

‘Deal?’ Dean held out his hand, waiting for you to shake it, you did, albeit with a little reluctance.

‘Deal. You can start moving whatever you have left into the house and I’ll order some take out. Sound good? You know where I live, obviously.’

Dean thanked you for the doughnuts and the living arrangements, telling you that he and Sammy would be over later in the day or tomorrow.

Dean stepped into the room where the other four were, all of them going silent, noticing the huge beaming smile on Dean’s face.

‘When did you suddenly become Mr Warmth and Smiles, Dean-o?’ Jo teased. ‘I mean, you hardly ever do that curling thing with your mouth, I forgot you had the ability to smile.’

The others snickered behind her as she mocked him.

‘Ha ha, very funny, Jo.’ Dean tried to think of a comeback but stopped short, walking over to the window of the fire station. His eyes immediately connected with the image of your father wheeling you away. Dean almost missed the conversation happening behind him.

‘Aw, big brooding bean’s got his eyes set on his little girlfriend out there.’ Benny interjected.

‘Benny, you know she’s not my girlfriend.’

‘Yet. She’s not your girlfriend yet.’

Garth had looked up from Sam’s arm, adjusting his sling, he took a large bite of the sugary doughnut you had bought and spoke over it, ‘I like her, she’s nice, she bought food.’

Dean hummed in agreement with Garth, you had been in Dean’s life for a week and the other firefighters had already started to notice a difference in him, maybe that fire did more good than bad.

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[notnaturalanahi]

Keep it Down!

Pairing: Sam x Reader (it could also be Soulles!Sam if you want to)

Word count: 366

Warnings: SMUT! all the way

A/N: Written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing SPN Hiatus Challenge 2017, week 3

Prompt: ‘Could you be any louder?’

Keep it Down!

Your strangled voice rips through your throat, strong fingers digs harder on the sides of your hip; tearing the flesh and bruising the skin to bring your closer to his body. Sam holds you in place and torturously rotates his hips when the patch of soft curls brushes across the crease of your ass.

“Shhhh,” he warns, going still for a second as footsteps approach and move away. You nod, biting your lips to avoid whimpering.

With both hands Sam guides your movements. Dragging his swollen length out of your tight, aching channel just to jab right back in and your eyes see meet the back of your skull. “Ffffffuuckk!” you cry out.

“Could you be any louder?” he pants in your ear. One of his hands travels up your body to clasp around your neck. “We’re not even suppose to be here, remember…”

“Of course I can,” you joke but your chuckles are cut off by his grasp getting tighter.

“Always so funny, little one.” he whispers in your ear and stops moving.

“What can I say... Oooh.” He drives into you again.

You try to look at him but all you can see from your angle is his sweat soaked hair and his forehead as his grip holds your face straight. He urges your head back almost painfully and his mouth is on yours, tongue roaming aggressively around your mouth before his lips suck on your tongue.

“Nothing, you say nothing!” His strong but heavy thrusts have you pressed against the back of the supply closet door.

“Nothing,” you moan with a smirk, your eyes still on his.

“Always some clever comeback.” Sam lets you lift your head, relieving the tension from your neck. “Guess Imma have to fuck that wittiness outta you, little one” His other hand wraps around your waist, pulling you away from the door, forcing you to hold your own weight with just the tip of your toes.

Your hands hook on his venous forearms. His fingers tighten on your neck and his hips buck merciless. “You gonna shut the fuck up now and come. The only thing I wanna hear is the sound of my sack hitting your ass! ”

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[georgialouisea]

“You’re hired.”

Pairing - Dean X Reader. Sam Winchester, Castiel, Jody, Claire, Donna, Charlie, Alex, Bobby Singer, Mother (OFC)

Word Count - 1500

Warnings - Fluff.

Summary - Dean and Y/N’s wedding planning leads to the perfect wedding day?

A/N - Written as part of @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ‘s week 3 hiatus challenge. Dialogue Prompt “could you be any louder.” Trope - Planning their wedding leads to bickering and conflicting ideas. both were used and I had so much fun writing this.

“Dean, no.” You groaned.

“Yes,”

“No”

“Yes,”

“Dean, no!” Your voice much louder than before.

“Why not?” He whined in response.

“Because It’s stupid and tacky.” You sighed as you sipped on your coffee.

“I think we should take a break from all of this.” Dean threw his hands around over the table full of wedding magazines, guest lists and notepads.

“No, because then we’ll never get back to it…plus the books are heavy.” You reclined in your seat closing your eyes as you blindly lifted your coffee cup to your lips.

“Okay” Dean spoke as he rounded the library table to sit next to you.

“So,”

“So?” Dean echoed.

“I don’t even know where we’re at.” You felt your body slump further down into the chair. You felt all hope of a normal wedding fleeing from your grasp.

“We were on venues.” Dean pulled a book towards you, glancing down as he sipped on his coffee. 

“Which one do you like?”

“I think the church is nice.”

“A Church? We know God … well, Chuck, a Church seems pointless.”

“Well then pick whatever the hell you want,” Dean yelled as he covered his face with his palms.

“For God sake Dean!” You screamed at him.

“Shut up!” Sam added to the raised voices in the room. “Both of you need to take a break from this.”

“Sorry Sammy,” You apologised as he sat opposite you and Dean.

“Go take a break, give me your lists, let me take a look, a fresh set of eyes may help with some fresh ideas.”

“I’m gonna take a nap.” You sighed as you stood, kissing Dean, before kissing Sam’s forehead.

After snoozing through your alarm twice it was Dean who woke you.

“Babe?”

“Mhmm?” You groaned in response to his touch. “Sam has some ideas, plus you’ve been asleep for 2 hours.”

“Okay, give me …” You stopped speaking as Dean handed you a cup of coffee, “God I love you.”

“I love you too, come on let’s see what Sammy has come up with.” He held out a hand for you to take.

You pulled yourself out of bed with Dean’s assistance, coffee still in hand. You’d changed into one of Dean’s old shirts and pyjama shorts before your long nap.

“Hey sleepy,” Sam teased as you almost stumbled into the library.

“Hey, so what are your plans Mr wedding planner?” You asked as you looked at him, he sat alone at the table, surrounded by books, this was a familiar scene, yet lore books were replaced by venue and place setting options. Dean sat opposite Sam as he pulled a chair up next to you.

Raising an eyebrow at him you smiled at Dean as he patted his lap. Settling into your fiancee’s lap you closed your eyes as his arms wrapped around your waist.

“I’m thinking a few things,” Sam spoke as he opened two books before him.

“You did all of this in 2 hours?” You questioned wide-eyed.

“Erm…yeah.”

Both you and Dean sat across from Sam as you listened to his ideas, everything he said was what you wanted, the perfect mix of you and Dean.

“How did you do this?” You asked as you flicked through a wedding dress magazine.

“I took both notebooks of your and Dean’s ideas and either combined or compromised your ideas.” Sam shrugged. “When’s Charlie and Jody coming?”

“Erm… the 24th I believe.” You shrugged as you furrowed your brow. “What kind of dresses do you like?” You asked Dean turning to face him.

“Whichever you’re wearing and love.” Dean smiled up at you as you kissed you.

“No thoughts then?”

“Nope.”

“Do you want me to book the venue tomorrow?” Sam asked pulling you from Dean’s gaze.

“Yeah, babe?”

“Yeah,” Dean echoed.

“Okay.”

“Sammy,” You grinned at him, “You’re hired.” You threw him a wink.

A month later you were sat in a bridal shop, your mother at your side, as Jody, Charlie, Donna, Claire and Alex all sat in the waiting room.

“What do you think?” The shop assistant questioned as she wrung her hands nervously.

“I love it!” Your mother squealed.

“Mother, you need to stop this.” You sighed hating the dress you were in.

“What? I love it.” She grinned at you.

“I need more champagne.” You groaned, living the dressing room heading towards the sofa area knowing it was the source of the alcohol. Walking towards the women waiting for you, you rolled your eyes at them.

“Girls, don’t you think she looks stunning?” Your mother asked from behind you.

Jody’s face was enough to send you into a fit of laughter.  “Mother. it’s a no for this one.” You gestured to the Princess style ballgown you were in.

“It’s just not you.” Jody shrugged.

“What do you girls think I should wear?” The question remained in the air as the sales assistant handed each woman a notepad.

40 minutes, 20 design ideas and 10 dresses later you stood in the 11th dress. You’d kicked your mother out at dress number 2. Looking in the mirror you cried, happiness filled you as you realised you’d found the dress you were going to marry Dean Winchester in. The lace mermaid gown fit you like a glove, the sweetheart neckline showed the perfect amount of cleavage, the fully laced gown flowed perfectly from your body.

“Yes.” Donna squealed as you stood before the women.

“Oh my God, you look beautiful.” Claire gushed as you smiled at her.

Looking towards your mother you watched her open her mouth like a goldfish as tears streamed down her face. “Th..at… that’s …i…it” She stuttered out as the sales assistant handed her a tissue.

“That’s the one,” Jody added as she began to cry. Your own tears began to fall as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

Today was the day you were to marry Dean Winchester, your family and friends gathered in the largest hall of the 18th-century hotel Sam had picked out for you, the room you were to marry in was adorned with peonies and roses and satin draped the aisle. Waiting behind the double doors you held back tears, Bobby your stepfather walked you down the aisle. You watched as Sam turned to face you, a grin growing on his face.

“She looks beautiful.” He leant down to Dean. Dean turned to face you as you made your way down the aisle with Bobby. Your eyes met Dean’s as you walked, a smile so bright, so happy filled his face, one that crinkled his eyes, showed his laughter lines and lit up his eyes. Tears fell from Dean’s eyes as you fought to keep your own at bay.

Everyone says their wedding day is the best day of their life. Yours was. You were now officially Mrs Winchester, you were married to Dean, this was your happily ever after.

You and Dean watched as Cas danced with Jody, your family and hunters mixed and chatted, Sam danced with a daughter of your Aunt’s friend.

Dancing across the floor with your husband was the most beautiful feeling, as he pulled you into his chest the song faded into a distant sound as he kissed you.

By 1 am most people had left, both Claire and Castiel were drunkenly slumped in corners. Everyone else seemed to be in their hotel rooms.  

“Clarie, come on sweetie, what’s your room number?” You asked as you hauled her to her feet taking most of her body weight in your arms. Glancing over to Dean you watched as he mirrored your actions with Cas. “Where’s Jody?”

“I’m here!” She shouted from a nearby hallway.

“Can you help me with Claire?”

“God I’ll take her, you go get laid as a married woman.” She flitted her hands in front of your face before taking Claire from your arms. You couldn’t help but laugh as you watched Jody almost drag Claire up a flight of stairs.

“How much has he drank?” You asked Dean as you joined him, helping him to lift the intoxicated angel. Dean pulled Cas’ weight onto him as he tried to walk.

“Here, let me help.” You insisted.

“No, go get Sam”

“No he’s off with a girl, I’m not ruining his night!”

“Cas, you’re going to have to use your legs bud,” Dean grunted as he patted him on the chest.

By 2 am you’d found Cas’ hotel room and settled him into bed.

“God” Dean sighed as he slumped against a wall.

“Come on we have a honeymoon suite waiting for us!” You urged Dean on, a new lease of life sprung into him as he jumped up from the wall.

Dean all but threw you into your suite. “Well, Mrs Winchester,” Dean growled.

“Yes, Mr Winchester?”

“God I love you.” He threw himself on you, you both landed in a fit of giggles on the plush mattress.

“Could you be any louder?” Sam’s voice boomed through the door as he banged on it a few times.

“Go away Sam, it’s our wedding night!” You yelled in response.

“Hell yeah, it is!” Dean growled as he climbed on top of you.

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[the-awkward-writer]

The Night After

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, i don’t know what else…

A/N: This is my third entry for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing’s SPN Hiatus Challenge! Looks like this is turning into a series? Here is the third installment of “The Morning After”! The dialogue prompt is in bold in the fic, so it’s relatively easy to find. Enjoy, my friends!

Dialogue Prompt: “Could you be any louder?”

Trope/AU: Planning their wedding leads to bickering and conflicting ideas

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Read Part I!   

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“What about blue?” You asked Jensen.

The two of you were sat in the living room, catalogs depicting different wedding options placed on the coffee table. Jensen was sprawled out on the couch, and you were sitting on the floor in front of him.

You had moved in with Jensen two weeks ago, and all of the boxes were finally unpacked, so you thought it was a good time to start planning the wedding.

“No,” Jensen said stubbornly.

You looked over your shoulder at him. His nose was practically buried in his phone; he wasn’t paying any attention to you.

“What do you think about me breastfeeding our seventeen future children?” You asked Jensen, turning your body towards him.

“Whatever you say, honey,” was his ingenious reply.

“Did I tell you about that time that I was abducted by aliens when I was six?”

“Go with that one,” Jensen said.

You rolled your eyes, “Jensen!” You whined.

“What?” His voice was chock full of attitude as he transferred his gaze from his phone to you.

“What did I just say?” You crossed your arms over your chest, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

Jensen sighed, thinking about it for a moment, “The color blue?” The statement was phrased as a question.

You got up from your place on the floor, sitting on Jensen’s thighs, “Do you not want to do this?” You asked him. You looked to your left hand where you right thumb and forefinger were twisting the wedding band around your ring finger.

It was a habit you found yourself doing more and more as time wore on.

The thud of Jensen’s phone on the coffee table made you jump and turn your attention to him. Jensen ran his hands down his face, and exasperated sigh forcing its way past his lips.

“What?” You asked.

“I just…” Jensen trailed off.

“Just what?” You pressed, trying to coax an answer out of the man in front of you.

“I just don’t see why we need to have another wedding!” He said, throwing his hands in the air.

You could feel your jaw drop to your feet at his response. “Oh,” you said quietly. “Well then never mind,” you stood up and gathered the catalogs from the coffee table in your arms quickly while trying to stop the tears from flowing. “We shouldn’t do something that one of us doesn’t want it.” You quickly turned on your heel, keeping your head held high, you threw away the catalogs and made your way to the bedroom.

“Y/N, sweetheart,” you heard Jensen call once you were halfway down the hallway.

“You do not get to sweetheart me, Jensen,” you exploded.

“Why the hell are you so angry?”

“Because, Jensen,” you were beyond exasperated, “I don’t remember my own wedding!”

“Neither do I and I don’t think it’s that big of a deal!” Jensen’s voice was rising higher and higher in volume as his sentence went on.

“This is something that I’ve dreamed of for such a long time! I want to remember the day that I get married to the love of my life, Jensen! Is that too much to ask?” Jensen stood in his place for almost a full minute while you were waiting for an answer.

You scoffed at his lack of response and stormed into the room, making sure to slam the door as hard as you could. 

You were going insane.

The whole silent treatment became some sort of sick game between the two of you. You tried to make dinner, you even made up a plate for Jensen, and he refused it. Jensen came into the room while you were moping and completely ignored you as he gathered a pillow and blanket from the bed, probably to go sleep on the couch.

Infuriated, you found yourself stooping to his level. You threw on a large t-shirt, one that you knew Jensen loved when you wore, and paraded around his condo in nothing but a pair of panties and an oversized t-shirt.

When Jensen didn’t even bother to look up from his phone, you felt more foolish than anything. You felt foolish for asking so much of him, and for making yourself look like a complete and utter moron.  

You walked numbly back to your shared bedroom, ashamed with your actions. As soon as you stepped foot in the room, you changed out of the long t-shirt into one of the flannels Jensen stole off of set and a baggy pair of sweatpants.

You laid down in bed after brushing your teeth, knowing that you could get a good nine hours in before work the next day.

Of course, you found yourself tossing and turning for a good hour before you finally gave up.

You flung the blankets off of you with a loud sigh. If Jensen wasn’t going to man up and apologize, then you were.

You padded down the carpeted hallway silently in your socked feet, “Jensen?” You stage whispered, trying to get his attention.

“Jenseeeeen,” you said a little louder.

“Jesus Christ, woman. Could you be any louder?” Jensen finally snapped at you. “I’m trying to sleep.”

“No you’re not,” you say simply. You can tell by the tone of his voice that he was just as awake as you were.

He rolled over onto his left side to face you, “What do you need?”

You looked back to your hands. Your right thumb and forefinger were twirling your wedding band again, “I can’t sleep,” you said quietly.

“Oh thank god,” Jensen said, heaving himself up from the couch.

“What do you mean, ‘thank god’?” You were beyond confused at his actions.

“I mean,” Jensen said, walking over to you and grasping your hips, “I wasn’t any closer to sleep than you were. That couch is so uncomfortable.”

You laughed slightly and buried your head in his chest, “I’m sorry I’m being such a bride-zilla,” your voice was muffled in his shirt.

Jensen’s arms folded themselves around you as he rested his chin on your head. “You had every right to be. I wasn’t trying to help you at all.”

You chuckled slightly, “Are we moving too fast for you?” You asked him, all joking aside.

Jensen pressed a kiss to the top of your head. He took a deep breath, “Yeah,” he said. “It’s just that one day I woke up and had a wife. We moved in two weeks later and now, two weeks after that, we’re planning our wedding,” he said. You could feel him fidgeting with his hands behind your back. He was twisting his ring around his finger with his right thumb and forefinger.

“I’m sorry,” you looked up at him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, “I never wanted you to feel that way.”

Jensen smiled at you, “I know you didn’t. You are just ready for this before I am and I didn’t want to disappoint you by telling you that,” he said.

“You know I love you, right?” You said to him, trying to catch his eye.

Jensen locked eyes with you as he nodded.

“You haven’t done anything to disappoint me. Nothing at all,” you said, running your thumb over his cheekbone.

“Damn, I got lucky,” Jensen smirked.

“And you ruined the moment,” you dropped your hand to your side.

Jensen laughed, “I love you too,” he said.

You stood on your tiptoes to place a kiss to his lips, “You’re such a dork,” you muttered against his lips.

Jensen took your hand, leading you down the hallway, “But I’m your dork,” Jensen said, pushing the door to the bedroom open.

“That you are, Ackles, that you are,” you giggle slightly and slid under the blankets of Jensen’s king sized bed.

Once he was settled you found your usual spot on his chest.

Jensen’s breathing slowed, but his arm didn’t stop the small strokes up and down your arm, “Thank you for putting up with me,” you whispered into the silence.

“I’m not putting up with you,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I’m willingly subjecting myself to your tendencies.”

You giggled, pressing your head into his neck, “I don’t even know what that’s supposed to mean.”

“It means that blue is a great color,” Jensen said, stifling a yawn.

“Get some sleep, big guy,” you patted his chest, “You get kinda loopy when you’re tired.”

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[revwinchester]

Mercy

Summary: Dean is in love with the reader, the only problem is that she’s engaged to Sam.  As Sam and the reader plan their wedding, they start arguing more and more and the reader finds solace in her best friend, Dean.  

Pairings/Characters: Sam x Reader, unrequited Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3673, including lyrics

Warnings: Angst, Unrequited love, Cursing, The tiniest bit of canon typical violence

A/N: This is for two challenges: First, @deathtonormalcy56’s P&P challenge, for which my prompts were “Who needs friends?” which is in bolded in the fic and the song “Mercy” by Shawn Mendes, the lyrics of which are in italics and guided the plot.  It’s also for this week’s installment of the SPN hiatus challenge, hosted by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing.  The prompts this week are the trope “planning their wedding leads to bickering and conflicting ideas” and the line “Could you be any louder?” which is bolded in the fic.

Dean girls beware, my beloved beta’s response to this was “Do you know how hard that is for a Dean girl to read?!?!”

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You've got a hold of me Don't even know your power I stand a hundred feet But I fall when I'm around you

Dean was smiling and he prayed it looked genuine.  This was a big moment for both his brother and his best friend and he was supposed to be happy for them.  Dean was happy for them, really, but his heart was also breaking as Sam got down on one knee and proposed to Y/N.  He watched as Y/N’s hands flew to cover her face in surprise, only her wide, beautiful eyes peeking out above her fingers as she nodded her head.  He watched as Sam’s face turned from nervous confidence to a blinding grin and he couldn’t remember a time he’d seen his brother so happy.  He watched as Sam slid the ring onto Y/N’s finger, a perfect fit, and she pulled him to his feet and surged up to kiss her boyfr- her fiancé.

Show me an open door Then you go and slam it on me I can't take anymore I'm saying baby

When they had first met, Dean thought Y/N beautiful.  Her hair shone in the moonlight as she swung her machete cleanly through a vampire’s neck, the same vampire that the brothers had shown up to take care of.  They’d gone out for drinks after and the three of them had laughed and talked until last call.  They made their goodbyes outside the bar only to be reunited in the motel’s parking lot.  The trio had been together ever since.

At first, Y/N had flirted with Dean.  He had initially been taken with her looks and skill but, as he grew closer with her, Dean learned just how intelligent she was, how tenacious and full of life.  Dean had decided he was going to go for it, he was going to make his move after they wrapped this demon case they were working on.  

They exorcised the demon and finished the job and the trio made their way to one of the bars in town to grab a drink and some food before they hit the road to the next place that would need them.  Y/N asked Dean to order her a burger, winking at him and reminding him that he knew how she liked it before heading to the bathroom. 

Dean hadn’t told Sam about his feelings for Y/N and he was about to when their waitress joined them at their table.  The boys ordered their food and a round of beers and before Dean had a chance to talk, Sam was slipping out of his chair and making his way toward the bathroom, too.  

While they were both gone, the waitress came back with their beers and tried to flirt with Dean.  He politely declined her advances and sipped his beer while he waited for Y/N to get back.  Dean finished his beer before either Y/N or his brother returned to the table.  He shrugged out of his jacket and left it behind as he went to check on Y/N.  He rounded the corner and entered the small hallway that housed the bathrooms and stopped dead in his tracks.  

Sam had Y/N pressed up against the wall.  Her hands were tangled in his hair and they were locked in a passionate embrace.  To say that Dean was shocked would have been an understatement.  He stood at the end of the hallway not sure what to say or do.  “I…” he began, startling the amorous pair.

“Your beers are getting warm,” Dean said, brushing by Y/N and his brother and pushing his way into the bathroom.  He didn’t need to use the bathroom but he did need a moment to himself.  Dean had really thought he’d had a shot with Y/N but it would seem that he wasn’t the only Winchester who was interested in the beautiful woman and he had been too slow.

Please have mercy on me Take it easy on my heart Even though you don't mean to hurt me You keep tearing me apart Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart 

The first month of their engagement saw Y/N and Sam at the sappiest they’d ever been.  More often than not, Dean found himself out in the bunker’s garage working on the myriad of cars and bikes the Men of Letters had left behind.  He loved his brother and he loved Y/N but that, that second part, was the problem, wasn’t it, and he knew that he wouldn’t do anything but bring the happy couple down without being able to tell them why.  

They could tell something was off with Dean, though, and every so often one of them would seek him out.  

Dean was up to his elbows in grease and oil as he gave one of the bunker’s cars a tune up when Y/N approached him.  “Hey there stranger,” she called out from the doorway.

Dean grunted noncommittally, hoping she would go and leave him in peace.  He knew he’d eventually have to face Y/N and Sam but for now, he’d rather bury himself in his work and since the lovebirds were talking about giving up hunting for a few months and getting “real jobs” while they planned their wedding, no one in the bunker had been looking for cases.  Unfortunately, luck wasn’t with him and he soon found himself wrapped into a tight hug from behind.  

“You’ve been spending a lot of time out here, recently,” Y/N commented.  “Everything alright?”

 He wanted to say “No.”  But instead he plastered a smile on his face as he maneuvered out of Y/N’s arms and turned to face her.  “Yeah, sweetheart, everything’s fine,” he lied.  “These cars aren’t going to keep themselves running, is all.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Dean’s answer and he couldn’t blame her, his excuse sounded hollow even to his own ears.  “Look, Donna and Jody and the girls are just about here,” she told Dean.  “Sam and I are going to tell them about the engagement and then we’re going to have a nice dinner together and watch a movie or two tonight.  Come hang out with your friends!”  Y/N flashed her best puppy dog eyes at Dean, a look she had picked up before she had met the Winchesters but had perfected after watching Sam in action.

“Who needs friends?” Dean scoffed.  Y/N looked hurt by his words so Dean backpedaled.  “I’m kidding, I’ll be in in a little bit, ok?  If I lose track of time, come and get me when the grub’s ready.”

Y/N brightened up and pulled Dean into another hug which he returned half heartedly.  “You’re my best friend, you know that right?” she mumbled into his shoulder before pulling away.  If Y/N noticed his lack of enthusiasm, she didn’t mention it as she bounced back into the bunker.

I'd drive through the night Just to be near you, baby Heart old and testified Tell me that I'm not crazy

Dean was on a job about seven hours from home.  It felt good to be back out in the world and tackling a case, even if his partner on this one didn’t have the intelligence, training, and natural skill of his brother or Y/N.  The case had turned out to be just a run of the mill salt and burn but figuring out whose bones to burn hadn’t been the easiest and Dean’s fresh eyes had been just the boost the hunter on the job had needed.  

They had just finished packing up their bags and were about to head out to the cemetery when Dean’s phone rang.  Normally, he’d let it go to voicemail at a time like this but he glanced at the screen and saw it was Y/N.  He hit the green “answer” button and pressed the phone to his ear as he exited the motel room and walked around to Baby’s trunk to throw his overnight bag in there.  “Hey sweetheart, what’s up?”  

He paused at the Impala’s trunk.  Y/N was in tears on the other end of the phone.  A million thoughts raced through Dean’s head: Was she ok?  Was Sam ok?  Was one of them hurt?  Where was Sam?  Why was Y/N calling him instead of her fiancé?

The other hunter looked at Dean impatiently.  Dean knew that they were burning moonlight but he couldn’t seem to say that to Y/N.  Instead, he listened to her sobs, making out what words he could as he cooed reassurances into the phone.  When he had heard enough to realize that Y/N and Sam had had a huge fight and that his brother had stormed out of the bunker and wasn’t responding to calls or texts, Dean made a decision.  “I’m coming home,” he told Y/N, “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Dean hung up the phone and turned to the hunter who had called him in on the case.  “You know which bones you need to burn, right?”

The hunter nodded, confused.

“Good, I’ve gotta get back.  Emergency at home.”  Instead of getting into the other man’s car, Dean jogged around to the driver’s side of his Impala and got behind the wheel.  He started the car and peeled out of the parking lot, leaving the other hunter in the dust.  Dean drove straight through the night, pushing Baby as much as he dared on the mostly empty roads.

He was home in five and a half hours.

I'm not asking for a lot Just that you're honest with me My pride is all I got I'm saying baby

A few months passed and things fell back to normal among Y/N, Sam, and Dean.  Y/N and Sam still weren’t hunting but they weren’t arguing too much, either.  Sam didn’t want to rely on credit card scams to pay for their wedding so he and Y/N were both working in town, Sam answered phones and made deliveries for a florist and Y/N was waiting tables and tending bar.  

Whenever Dean would leave for a case, things in the bunker would get tense but he didn’t know why.  At least Y/N didn’t call him in tears again but when he’d return, sometimes still covered in guts and gore, Dean would notice that she seemed to be walking on eggshells around Sam.  He never asked about it but, usually, by the time he had a meal, a shower, and a nap, Y/N and Sam were back to their regular selves.  

After one particularly grueling hunt, Dean got back around mid-day.  Sam was already at work but Y/N didn’t have to go into the bar until later in the day.  She was in the kitchen when he got home and, after his shower, she set a sandwich down in front of him.  Dean took a bite and thanked her through his mouthful of food, looking up into her sad eyes.  

Dean swallowed quickly and asked, “What’s got you so down?”

Y/N tried to assure him that it was nothing but Dean knew her too well.  Eventually, she confessed.  “I miss hunting, Dean.  I miss being out on the road and chasing down the bad guys.  I miss helping people.”  Y/N paused, looking down at the table for a minute before she continued, her eyes downcast.  “I hate working at the bar,” she whispered.  “You know those assholes who would hit on me, no matter what, even if you and Sam were around?”

Dean clenched his fist at the reminder and he nodded.  It happened every now and again that a man wouldn’t take “no” for an answer and it had nearly ended in violence more than once.  

“Well, it would seem that a lot more men turn into that kind of guy when they know you have to be nice and can’t leave before your shift is over.”

Dean saw red.  He wanted to follow Y/N into work tonight and punch any guy who even looked at her the wrong way.  Instead, he asked, “Have you told Sam any of this? 

Y/N laughed a little.  “Not about the guys, no.  He’d go ballistic.  But the other stuff… Sam’s so set on paying for this wedding ‘the honest way’ but I’ve mentioned it here and there.”

Dean could tell that she was lying and he was pretty sure she’d mentioned it more than “here and there.”  Knowing Y/N, she’d probably even brought it up every time Dean took a case.  It would explain the tension whenever he got back.

“Look, I’m sorry, Dean.  I didn’t mean to pull you into the middle of all of this.  Sam’s your brother, it’s not fair.”

Dean reached out and took Y/N’s hand in his.  It fit so well, he thought.  Dean shook his head, trying to clear his mind of thoughts like that, they were dangerous, but before he could stop himself, the words came spilling out.  “Do you really love him?”

Please have mercy on me Take it easy on my heart Even though you don't mean to hurt me You keep tearing me apart Would you please have mercy on me I'm a puppet on your string And even though you got good intentions I need you to set me free Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart

A couple of weeks after the incident in the kitchen, as Dean had taken to calling it in his mind, Sam and Y/N had a weekend off at the same time.  It also happened that Dean had caught a case near by.  It looked to be a milk run, a werewolf or two, and Dean was happy to have his brother and Y/N back on the job with him.  There had been an excitement in the Impala, Y/N was practically buzzing to be back out there hunting.

On the first night of the hunt, they retired back to their motel after dinner.  The trio needed to conduct a few more interviews the next day and they figured by nightfall they should know who the wolves were and where they would find them.  

They had booked two rooms and Dean walked into his looking forward to a night with the latest Casa Erotica and the magic fingers.  He showered and settled into his bed, starting off in boxers and a t-shirt.  He was about to turn on the magic fingers when he heard shouting through the wall.  

“Would you just LISTEN to me?” It was Y/N’s voice.  “I hate working at that damned bar.  I MISS this Sam; so much.”

Sam’s response was quieter but his voice was no less intense than Y/N’s had been.  “We decided that this would be the best way to do this.  Work and save for a year so that you could have the dress you want and the cake you want and the venue and the people that you want.”

Y/N laughed and her voice was incredulous when she finally spoke again.  “No, Sam, we did not decide.  You decided.  Don’t you dare pin this on me.  You decided we should work and save.  You decided that I wanted a dress.  You’re the one with visions of cakes and venues and dresses.  I want to hunt.  I don’t give a damn where we get married, Sam; Elvis could do it in a 24-hour chapel the next time a job takes us through Vegas for all I care.  I want to be out on the road with your brother, helping people and making a difference.”

“You don’t give a damn?” Sam’s voice was cold and acidic.  “Well, Dean’s right next door, then.”

A moment later a door slammed and someone was pounding on Dean’s door.  Dean figured his brother had stormed out again and was looking for a place to cool down.

“Could you be any louder?” Dean sassed when he opened the door, looking toward where he expected to see his brother’s face.

Instead, Dean was met with a clear view of the almost full moon in the sky.  His gaze traveled downwards a little until he took in the crying form of Y/N.  Dean knew he should walk her back to the room she was sharing with Sam, maybe even stick around and try to get them to listen - and actually hear - one another.  But he didn’t do that.  He opened the door wider, letting her in and, once Dean had closed the door, he opened his arms to Y/N.  She hugged him tightly.  

“You heard all of that, then?” she sniffed.

Dean rubbed her back and walked her over towards the bed.  She was still in her fed suit from earlier so once she was sitting, he crossed to his own bag and pulled out another pair of boxers and another t-shirt.  He tossed them to Y/N and went into the bathroom, shutting the door and giving her some privacy to change if she wanted.  Dean brushed his teeth extra well and came out a few minutes later to find Y/N curled up and asleep in his clothes on one side of the king sized bed.  

Consuming all the air inside my lungs Ripping all the skin from off my bones I'm prepared to sacrifice my life I would gladly do it twice 

The next argument started while Y/N and Sam were in the bunker’s library.  Dean was in the kitchen making dinner while the couple was working on some research for a case Y/N and Dean would be leaving for the next morning.  That had been their compromise: Y/N left her job at the bar and was hunting with Dean again while Sam was still working for the florist and helped with research when he could.  Both had seemed mostly happy with the arrangement.

Dean wasn’t sure what they were arguing about this time but when the voices began wafting into the kitchen, they were really getting into it.  

“You know what, just go,” Sam was saying.  “You always run off to Dean whenever we fight, anyway.”

Hearing his name brought into their argument, Dean put down the spatula he was holding and made his way into the library.  “Sam, that’s uncalled for and you know it.  You both handle your disagreements better when you’ve had a little time to cool down and think.”

Sam was standing near one of the doorways.  “Yeah, and last time it took the two of you all night to ‘cool down and think,’ I guess.”  The younger Winchester turned on his heel and stalked away, down the hall towards his bedroom.

Y/N looked up at Dean, fear and anger in her eyes.  “You shouldn’t have done that.  I didn’t need your help.”

She took off after Sam, leaving Dean alone in the library.  “I’d do it again in a heartbeat, sweetheart,” he said into the empty room.

Please have mercy on me Take it easy on my heart Even though you don't mean to hurt me You keep tearing me apart Would you please have mercy on me I'm a puppet on your string And even though you got good intentions I need you to set me free

Y/N and Sam had worked through some of their issues, it seemed, after the last argument but something still wasn’t sitting right with Dean.  One afternoon when Sam was home from work and Y/N was making a supply run, Dean approached his brother.  “Sam, can I talk to you for a minute?”

Sam sat up straighter immediately and looked suspicious.  “What’s going on?”

“Cool your jets; I just want to talk, man,” Dean replied as simply as he could.

That only made Sam’s face grow even more concerned.  “You never want to just talk, Dean.  What’s wrong?”

Dean sat down opposite his brother.  “I’m gonna go.  For a couple of months,” Dean started.

Sam was surprised to say the least and tried to interrupt his brother.

“Sam, let me get through this,” he pleaded.  When his brother closed his mouth and nodded, Dean continued.  “I want to get back to the basics.  Living on the road, one motel to the next, hustling pool or cards to pay for the room.  You and Y/N, you’re doing better but you’re obviously still working on some stuff.  Hell, I’ve got my own shit to work through and it’ll probably be better for everyone if we work on it separately. 

Sam’s eyes went wide in realization but Dean pressed on.

“It’s not forever; I’ll be back.  I just need some space and the open road beneath my Baby’s wheels.”

A silence lingered between the brothers for a moment.  Finally, Sam spoke.

“You’re in love with Y/N.”

It wasn’t a question and Dean didn’t respond, but his silence spoke volumes.

“For how long?” Sam asked.  He didn’t seem angry or upset, just curious, like all of the missing pieces were falling into place.

Dean took a deep breath and looked his brother in the eye.  “Since the first time we met her.”  Dean stood from the table.  “You’ve got an amazing girl, so don’t fuck things up with her.”

Sam stood, too, and crossed around the table to Dean, pulling his brother into a tight hug.  “You be safe out there.  Call if you need anything - research, backup, anything - I’m serious.  And come home safe.”

Dean squeezed Sam.  “I will, little brother.  Someone’s got to stand up as best man for your scrawny ass at your wedding.”

I'm begging you for mercy, mercy Begging you, begging you, please, baby I'm begging you for mercy, mercy Ooh, I'm begging you, I'm begging you

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It Should Have Been You: SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge 2017 - Week 3

Author: @supernaturallymarvellous

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 831

Warnings: None

A/N: This is my entry for Week 3 of the SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge 2017 being hosted by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing.  The prompt given is in bold.

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"Ow! What the hell was that for?!" Your open hand had connected with the back of Dean's head just a few seconds earlier. All of the pent-up rage that had built up over the previous few hours had finally got a chance to be unleashed and Dean had barely stepped over the threshold of the motel room door before you were on your feet, striding across the room and taking your aggression out on him. "Could you be any louder? It's obnoxious and tedious and I'm fed up of it." "What are you talking about you? I haven't even seen you for at least eight hours.....how can I have done anything to bother you?" "Thin walls, Dean. Really really thin walls." It took a few seconds but realisation finally hit as to just what you meant. Memories of the previous evening started to come back to Dean, pushing their way through his hangover. After taking care of your latest hunt, you and the brothers had made your way to one of the less crappy looking bars in the small town. Fun had been had by all; drinks were drunk, pool was played, hustles were made, and potential conquest after potential conquest was turned away. See, a deal had been made - that night was just going to be about the three of you, hanging out together and relaxing before heading out early the next morning. But then Dean had to ruin it all. 

Some dumb floozie caught his eye and he had practically bounced out of the booth, throwing down a handful of bills and sauntering over to the cheap, trashy blonde who started lapping up his attention. That just left you and Sam nursing the last few drops of your beers before heading back to the motel. It had been ok for a few hours until you heard the slam of a door and high pitched giggling coming from the room next door. Rolling your eyes, you wriggled further down into the bed as if that would stop you from hearing what was about to happen. Sam was doing the same thing just a few feet away from you. Dragging your pillow over your head in a vain attempt to block out the sounds of Dean's lovemaking had barely helped and you had been subjected to a terrible night's sleep, punctuated by moans and breathless whimpers. It didn't help that a touch of jealousy was fueling your anger and resentment towards Dean's latest conquest. For the longest time, you had had a crush on Dean and you had a feeling he felt the same way. Sure there was flirting from both sides; late night binge watching often turned into the sharing of a bed, waking up cuddled close to each other although fully clothed - it just so happened that neither of you had ever made a move, not wanting to ruin the wonderful friendship and working relationship you had developed. "What do you want me to say, Y/N? You want me to be sorry.....because I'm not but......" Cutting Dean off mid-sentence, you let out the upset you'd been holding inside. "I don't expect you to be sorry, Dean. I just expect a little respect. Not just for me but for Sam as well. It's bad enough that you dumped us at the bar but to have to listen to you going at it all damn night....." "I'm not sorry but I have one regret. I wish it had been you." Hearing those words snapped you out of your foul mood. Unsure that Dean had actually heard the words you thought he said, you simply stared at him. It took a few seconds for you to find your voice. "Say it again. Say those words again." "I wish it had been you. It should have been you. It's been you for a while now and no matter how many women I take to bed, I spend each night wishing they were you. You drive me crazy; every time you speak, every little touch. Dammit Y/N - everything you do makes me want to slam you against the nearest wall and show you how much of an effect you have on me." Licking your lips, you could practically feel the lust coursing through your veins. You took a few steps closer to the man who had just made your heart skip a beat. Grabbing the collar of Dean's jacket, you pulled him towards you, intent on making you for lost time. It was at that moment that Sam chose to walk out of the bathroom, breaking the tension that was hanging in the air. Jumping apart, you moved away and reached down to lift your bag up from its position on the bed. Grabbing the keys to Baby straight out of his hand and ignoring the odd look you were now attracting from Sam, you stood on the tips of your toes and whispered into Dean's ear..... "We'll continue this later......"

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SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge - Week 3 Masterlist

PROMPT 1:  “Could you be any louder?”

Reader Fics

Dean x Reader

Pieces of Us - New Orleans by @torn-and-frayed

It Should Have Been You by @supernaturallymarvellous

B Rated Restaurants by @roxy-davenport

Hot Neighbor by @docharleythegeekqueen

Stroke of luck (Part-4) by @percywinchester27

Sam x Reader

The Lore Can Wait by @winchesterprincessbride

Keep it Down! by @notnaturalanahi

A Helping Hand by @kittenofdoomage

“Could you be any louder?!” by @eringva

OC fics

Mick x OC

Laughter by @caterpillar-sam

Ship Fics

Haunted House by @femmewinchester (Sastiel)

PROMPT 2 (Trope/AU): Planning their wedding leads to bickering and conflicting ideas

Reader fics

Jensen x Reader

Planning Frustrations by @katymacsupernatural

Jared x Reader

Wedding War by @deansleather

BOTH PROMPTS IN ONE FIC

Reader Fics

Sam x Reader

Conflicts can’t stop true love by @legion18993

Mercy by @revwinchester

Dean x Reader

I Love You, Still pt. 4 by @allfandomxreader

Jensen x Reader

The Night After by @the-awkward-writer

[gayrackham]

Laughter

Week 3 of SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge

It’s the middle of the night, they are curled on Jude’s bed and laughing so hard their bellies hurt, when Dean bamgs on the door.

“Could you be any louder?” he asks them. “Some of us are trying to sleep.”

Jude and mick look at each other and Jude has to stop herself from giggling.

“Nope, man, sorry. Can’t do,” she answers him.

Dean just groans on the other side of the door.

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SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge - Week 3.

I don’t know if I have told you this recently but you guys rock. I am amazed with how many amazing stories you can produce in a week. So without further ado let’s go over the rules so we can get to this weeks prompts shall we?

The new prompts will be posted every Wednesday around 9 pm CET / 3PM EST every week (yep changed that!You now got a full week!). You got till Wednesday the following week at 8pm CET/2pm EST to post your fic.

This week’s duedate is Wednesday June 14th - 8pm CET/2pm EST.

Let’s recap the rules shall we?

- Everyone can join in!

- You can write as much or as little as you want.

- All actors, characters, ships, types of readers, ocs are allowed. As long as it ties to SPN we are good.

- AUs are welcome also

- Two prompts are given each week. You can use both or just one or you can write a fic for each. You can skip any weeks you’d like as well. All optional.

- Mention the challenge in the A/N and use the hashtags #SPN HIATUS WRITING CHALLENGE 2017 AND # SPN HWC - WEEK 3 within the first five tags

- You can tag me but I will not promise I will read nor reblog all of them.

If you want on the Weekly Masterpost you have to post by 8pm CET/ 2pm EST Wednesday the 14th of June and add your fic to this doc, where it fits!

Any Questions feel free to send me an ask.

PROMPT 1 (Dialouge prompt):

“Could you be any louder?”

Prompt 2 (Trope/AU):

Planning their wedding leads to bickering and conflicting ideas

Link to entry doc (just in case): https://docs.google.com/document/d/1PobrDrCbBq3zBL4qBPJN84Gk33dVGe3spptbh4pSlbE/edit?usp=sharing

Wanna get on the weekly prompt taglist? Add yourself here: 

Challenge taglist: https://goo.gl/forms/6Y8hXcRnVBA95hyO2

Challenge Taglist

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SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge - Week 6

Thanks to each and everyone who has participated so far. I am so glad you guys seem to be having fun with this! This week was a bit slow but I am guessing people were busy with angst day. To those who asked yes. This challenge can be combined with any other challenge as long as it is okay with the other host/hosts. Have fun y’all!

This week’s duedate is Wednesday July 5th - 8pm CET/2pm EST.

Let’s recap the rules shall we?

- Everyone can join in!

- You can write as much or as little as you want.

- All actors, characters, ships, types of readers, ocs are allowed. As long as it ties to SPN we are good.

- AUs are welcome also

- Two prompts are given each week. You can use both or just one or you can write a fic for each. You can skip any weeks you’d like as well. All optional.

- Mention the challenge in the A/N and use the hashtags #SPN HIATUS WRITING CHALLENGE 2017 AND # SPN HWC - WEEK 6 within the first five tags

- You can tag me but I will not promise I will read nor reblog all of them.

If you want on the Weekly Masterpost you have to post by 8pm CET/ 2pm EST Wednesday the 5th of July and add your fic to this doc, where it fits!

Any Questions feel free to send me an ask.

PROMPT 1 (Dialouge prompt):

“ If you really loved me there wouldn’t be a choice.”

PROMPT 2 (Gif prompt) :

Link to entry doc (just in case):  https://docs.google.com/document/d/1RLVYwXuWJulCxbE_lV1xpqtlqGjIt-_-3-gn5MUO-Hc/edit?usp=sharing

Challenge taglist closed cause tumblr already breaks my links! A link to each weeks prompts can be found on my SPN HIATUS CHALLENGE PAGE

ALL TAGS NOW COMES FROM MY SIDEBLOG @thing-with-that-thing-writes since the list breaks the links. 

[the-awkward-writer]

Hey can I write seasons of love (one of my fav musicals!!) for either Jensen or Misha x Reader. I am having a hard time deciding on this one lol. Btw. I miss your writing. I hope you are doing good and are just busy

“Seasons of Love” is yours! Thank you so much for joining! Take your time on choosing! It doesn’t really matter! And I’m really sorry that I haven’t been writing. I just haven’t been feeling like myself for a while and I took a little break but I will be doing week 9 of the SPN HWC, and the next part of BATB is coming this weekend. ❤️

Join my challenge!