#spn songfic

[deepdisireslonging]

Wanna *Beep* You Tonight

Dean and the Reader are caught in traffic after a case. The Reader convinces Dean to agree to the best way to pass the time.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, voyeurism, this poor car, cream-pie, situational humor

Word Count: 1630

Note: Yes, I used two Little Mix songs back-to-back. They’ve got really inspirational stuff. Only one more song-fic for the Summer Playlist after this one. Let me know how you like the fic, the series, anything at all in the comments and with your reblogs. Happy reading!

“Beep Beep” by Little Mix

“Oh, come on!” Dean reached for the horn, but snatched his fist away. It wouldn’t have done any good. 

Leave it to Sam to find a hunt in Vegas. Then ditch you and Dean so that the impala could get stuck in traffic after the big fight let out. 

“Why are there so many people?” You asked for the fifth time. Taking your elbow off your eyes, you sat straight in your seat. “Who drives out of state after the fight? Vegas is an oasis of hotels for a reason.” With a huff, you motioned at another traffic bailer. “See! Go back into town. And stop gumming up the works for the rest of us.” You were quietly jealous of the dust cloud they left in the wake.

Music was no good. Dean’s cassettes were long out of your favor. And he didn’t appreciate your adaptor for you could play your music. In the quiet that took all the air in the car, you could hear the music and arguments from the cars around you. Dean was mostly content to lay back, cross his arms, get comfortable, and take a nap while traffic was frozen. You were too fidgety. You flicked the air up and down. Checked the radio stations for levels of static. Poked Dean’s keychain to make it jangle. 

“Would you mind not fondling all my buttons?” Dean cracked an eye to glare at you. 

“I thought you liked it when I fondled your buttons,” you mumbled. As he grinned, your face lit up with a smile. He didn’t move when you slid to sit immediately by his side. “Hey, Dean-“

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Lack of privacy.”

“It’s dark.” You rolled your eyes towards the windshield. “The stars are exhausted of this night. It’s dark as heck out there.” With a whine, you looped your arm under his. “No one would see us,” you whispered in his ear. Turning on the charm, you nuzzled your nose against the shell of his ear. “We may be gridlocked, but the thought of you is driving me wild.”

Dean barked a laugh. “It is too late at night for those kind of pick-up lines-“

“The thought of you sliding your hands all over me. Over my chest. Around my waist. C’mon. We’re stuck on the 202, I love making love to you. I’m going stir crazy in here. And if you won’t help me out, I’m going to take care of myself.”

His eyes snapped up just as you snapped open your jeans. Fascinated, he watched as you pulled them down just low enough to reach in between the denim and the cotton of your underwear. After another thought, you removed your jeans entirely. Your other hand reached for your chest. To your delight, Dean’s hand slid up the steering wheel and squeezed. You closed your eyes and rolled your hips. Starting cold like this wasn’t a good way to come to a finish, but the lust in Dean’s gaze was plenty of heat to start your fire. 

“Tell me what to do, Dean,” you hummed. “If you won’t touch me yourself, tell me where to move.”

“Move-“ Dean licked his lips and cleared his throat of the squeak, “move your hand into your hair.”

“Like this?” Purposefully, you took your hand out of your pants and threaded your fingers into your hair. You imagined how Dean liked to tug when he had you in his lap or on your knees. Biting your lip, your hips rolled. 

Dean shook his head, his breath coming out short. “No. The- the other one. Put the first one back.”

“Okay.” You switched which hand was in your hair, and which was playing with your breasts. 

“No- for fuck’s sake.”

When you opened your eyes, Dean was leaning over you with a glare. 

“Brat.”

“Always.”

He crowded into your space further, pushing you down to lay across the front seat. At your neck, your collarbone, the valley of your breasts, Dean sucked and kissed from one target to the next. You writhed beneath him. Your hands gripped his arms and tugged at the hem of his shirt. He pushed them away. Eventually, he trapped them above your head so he could ravage you without you getting in the way.

“Hey-“ you moaned when your mouth was free. “I thought- I thought you didn’t want to do this? To many people and all that.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

“Alright then.” He grinned against your skin. Then he sat up, taking you with him to land on his lap. He guided you to grind against his growing bulge. When his head fell back, you took the opportunity to latch your lips around his pulse point. His hips jolted into you. Of the hands guiding the rolling pace of your hips, one slid up to continue the kneading of your breasts that you had started. Already you were panting. And Dean’s breath came out in puffs on your cheek.

He grunted as your hands fumbled with his belt. The zipper. A long groan rumbled against your skin as you brought his length into the open. With Dean literally in your hands, you weren’t taking any chances that he would draw this out. You immediately pulled your panties to one side and sank down his length. Dean gripped your shoulders. Though whether it was to slow you down or to force your body down further onto his cock, you couldn’t really tell. He bit at his knuckles to keep from crying out as you seated him inside you fully.

“Don’t do that.” You kissed his fist and pulled it away from his face. “Wanna hear you. Wanna make every car hear you for a mile around.”

He chuckled, closing his eyes to the pleasure of your slow opening movements. “Noise ordinance. Cops-”

“Fuck the cops. I’m fucking you and there’s nothing they could do about it.”

That may have been true, but there was something Dean could do about it. He gripped the back of your head, bringing you close for a kiss that stole your breath. And your focus. Before you knew what, he was thrusting faster than you could control. You broke from the kiss with a strangled grasp. With his large arms wrapping around your waist, there was nothing you could do except hang on for the ride. You reached back, one hand finding the steering wheel.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the couple in the car next to you had stopped arguing. You couldn’t see their faces through the tint of their windows, but you knew they were watching. It made your walls clamp around the cock within you.

“Dean-“

“I know. I see ‘em. ‘S what you wanted, isn’t it? Having the whole highway know how impatient you are?” He forced your shirt over your chest so he could kiss between your breasts. “Come on, Sweetheart. Show ‘em what we’ve got.”

His movement sped up, making you cry out. Your earlier threat to make Dean loud enough for the highway to hear began to ring true as his thrusts began to falter. He hugged you close, muffling his moans with your chest. It made your hand slip, catching on the gear shift. A twist of his hips, and you saw stars as he speared the point that made your mind mush.

“I think I broke the stick.”

“You better not have,” he growled, thrusting harder.”

Between moans that increased in pitch, you managed, “been dreaming all day.” You bounced up and down, finally gripping the steering wheel again, but your hand slipped and accidentally hit the horn, “dreaming about jumping on this-“ The car horn went off, startling the people in the cars around you.

Dean laughed. “Been wanting to ‘beep’ you all night to, Sweetheart.”

Ahead of you, other car horns started going off. It didn’t register for you what it meant. You were too busy chasing release. But Dean managed to crack open his eyes.

“They’re starting to move.”

“Good for them,” you breathed.

Dean reached for your clit. “We better get moving.”

You nodded, squeezing and clamping your walls in any way that zinged you with pleasure. Maybe time slowed down. Or sped up. You couldn’t tell, and you didn’t care. Your vision whited out behind your closed eyelids. Dean hoarsely called you your name. He held you down as he came deep inside. You let your body go limp. Even with overstimulation threatening, you didn’t want to move. You kept bouncing, lazily moving to prolong the sparks of your release.

“Baby, you gotta stop-“ Dean tried to move you, but you wrapped your arms around him. “Traffic’s movin’. I gotta start the-“

“I’m not finished.”

He managed to at least roll you off into the seat so he could turn the key. The Impala roared to life and set off just as the cars in front of you cleared out. His cock still laid against his leg, dripping with him and you.

You scooted close to him and reached out. Nuzzling your nose against his ear, you worked his length until it swelled in your hand.

The people in the car next to you waved at Dean. From the driver’s side, the guy gave Dean a thumbs up, which was returned.

“I think they liked our show.”

You hummed. “Good. If they can keep up with you, they might get another.” You circled your thumb around his slit. The Impala roared again as Dean pushed the gas pedal almost through the floor. He kept up that speed, looking for any hotel so he could finish round two. You both settled for the first dark turnoff that wasn’t crowded with traffic.

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Masterlist

Other Dean WInchester Fics:

Love Like Lightning: Part 1 (Smut) : Part 2

Last of the Season (Food Mention, Fluff, Smut)

In Heaven’s Eye (Smut, Challenge Fic, Demon/Angel AU)

[collarbjt]

Im newb, still watching s06, but I already know the ending of castiel and also saw the script “But still beautiful. Still Dean Winchester.”,

I cant stop imagining whatIF-Cas and Dean’s alive and getting older with his angel….

Maybe there will be some day, Dean realise that how Cas thinks about him

After so long, when he’s being an old man, maybe one day, he‘ll asks his angel wryly, “Still beautiful?”

And ofc Castiel will answer with his voice, “Still beautiful. Still Dean Winchester.”

Maybe it’s Dean’s last day on earth so with Castiel’s real voice, Dean close his eyes, and right after that moment, Dean’s soul and Cas have an eye contact, and they’ll laugh

No ripper’s required, he’ll go to the place wherever he can go with Cas.

Inspired by Lana’s “Young and beautiful” song

SBSD

[cinnamonanddean]

Oh okay so the song that plays as Lex hits Clark with his car is both very gay and very apropos. That's excellent news.

Unstoppable by The Calling

Thank God this show came out when it did. There is truly no better era of music for what they give us.

[according2thelore]

Here's my submission for the @wincestwednesdays July Event Week 3 prompt "Song"! I chose to write a fic based on "Death with Dignity" by Sufjan Stevens, please give it a listen!

Excerpt: "Then finally, his eyes trail over to Dean. His pupils are pin-point thin, and his hair is straggling in his face so Dean can’t see most of what expression lies there.

Sam usually wakes up from nightmares in one of three attitudes: confusion, fear, or calm. A scary, sense-prickling calm that Dean hates more than anything else. Resignation, almost.

Or: Sam suffers from nightmares and touch starvation post-Cage. They do their best to deal." Read it on AO3 here.

i had a lot of fun writing this one, and i hope you enjoy! charlotte is posting some art to accompany this fic later, so absolutely go check it out!

-lizzy

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Spread the word to help a friend and get some art for these fics! 🙏

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Read the full rules and schedule here.

BEYOND excited to announce our official bang art by @milfycas !!!

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[minefield-of-a-ninja]

Blood Sugar Sex Magik

Pollen | Dreams | Fairytales | Zanna | and some things more nefarious.

Pollen

A Fight For Love & Glory - Winchesters x you (female)

Summary: You’re struck by sex pollen, so Sam and Dean agree to help you out.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sex pollen, feelings of guilt, ass play, dirty talk, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 2K

Magic Sex & French Fries - Jo Harvelle x Ruby 2.0

Prompt: Great Big Lesbian prompt: SPN, Jo and Ruby II have to have sex to save the world. Or something. Sex pollen? I don’t care. 😘

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sex pollen, fisting, confuzzled boys

Words: 1K

Bad Girls Underneath -  Ruby 2.0 x Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: Ruby and Jojo get hit by a sex curse again; this time, they need Dean’s help.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, magical-dick/male-gaze bullshit, probably too much commentary and emotional complication, why am I like this, I’m sorry, sometimes I can’t help myself, fisting, brief choking

Words: 2,600

Dreamy/dreams

Cactus - Dean Winchester x Meg Masters x Castiel

Summary: Post-battle, exhausted and wanting, Dean and Meg and Cas take care of each other.

Warnings/Tags: 18+ ONLY, dreamlike sex, a little choking, Dean’s always hungry

Words: 3,200

I’ll Keep Them Still - Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: Dean remembers promises and pictures in his mind. And he remembers her.

Warnings/tags: mature, songfic, angst, dream/afterlife sequences, purple prose, I’m sorry

Words: 1,100

Moving Furniture - Steve!Cas x Meg Masters 2.0

Summary: She’s been gone for a year – sacrificed herself to save Sam and her unicorn – but Cas still dreams about her.

Warnings/tags: non-explicit dream sex, fluff, shmoop, there’s a dog

Words: 2K

If You Don’t, Dear, Confess - Sam Winchester x Rowena Macleod

Prompt: Sam has dream about being seduced by Rowena in the bunker that gets interrupted/woken by Dean?

Warnings: mature

Words: 620

Fairytales

Hark and Hush - Purgatory Dean x wolf spirit in a female body

Summary: This is the story of how Dean Winchester hunted, became enamored with, and slew the ancient spirit of the Big Bad Wolf.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, stalking, blood, gore, rough sex, character death

Words: 2,200

More Nefarious *dubious consent

His Sword - Michael/Dean x female prostitute

Summary: Michael takes some time to remind Dean who’s in control.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, edge play, bondage, knife play, blood play, choking, rough sex, name-calling, character death

Words: 2,300

Supernova - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Since Dean’s had the Mark and the Blade, he’s pulled away from you, afraid of hurting you. You miss him, and you’ve had it. One night you push him to the edge.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, bondage, blood play, biting, bruising, knifeplay, rough sex, dubcon/mindfuck

Words: 2,500

Zanna

Just My Imagination - Dean Winchester x female Zanna

Summary: After Mary leaves the boys a second time, Dean needs a reset, or to blow off some steam – something. He heads out on a snowy evening the night before Christmas and finds just the right thing.

Warnings/tags: mature, Hallmark channel fuckery

Words: 2,800

[brinleyparke]

Hawaii Five-0 Fic Ideas/Prompts Masterlist

Steve gets a CornerShot for the armory.

Career day at Grace's or Charlie's school (Grace or Charlie asks Steve to come)

Veteran's day at Grace's or Charlie's school:

Grace or Charlie have to write a letter to a soldier. Grace or Charlie writes one to Steve.

One of Grace's teachers asks her if her Uncle Steve could come and talk about what it means to serve your country and about the meaning of sacrifice.

Nahele tells Steve he wants to join the Navy

Grace tells Danny that she wants to join the Navy bc she wants to be like Auntie Catherine. (McRollins)

Charlie tells Danny that he wants to join the Navy bc he wants to be like Uncle Steve. (Gen, McKono, or McRollins)

Early season 1 – Steve's thoughts on fireworks

After seeing how he reacted when he thought he heard real gunfire (when it was really coming from a video game) in 4x07, I thought about how he'd react to fireworks (especially in season 1), which they seem to have pretty often in Hawaii. Also based on the song "A Soldier's Memoir" by Joe Bachman

Spn x-over: (gen or McKono or McRollins) Maybe John Winchester knew Joe or John McGarrett. While on a case in Hawaii, Sam and Dean notice the name in their dad's journal. Even if Joe never met John W., he knew about him from John M. telling him about him. When Steve and Danny arrest Dean and maybe Sam, too, Joe tells them to let them go.

Spn x-over: Steve is open-minded and trusts his gut and believes Sam and Dean are good guys.

Spn x-over: Maybe Steve's house is haunted, or maybe there's a case that's weird. He remembers seeing something in his dad's stuff. He finds what he's looking for. It's a piece of paper or a sticky note or something that says "John Winchester" with a phone number and says, "Call this number if anything weird happens," or something along those lines.

Reacher (TV show) x-over: Post 3x20 – Reacher decides to go to Hawaii because why not? He ends up getting framed for murder again because that's just his luck. Five-0 gets the case. Steve sees Reacher and looks like he's seen a ghost. Steve believes that Reacher didn't do it. The Five-0 team thinks Steve isn't thinking straight. It's up to Steve, Reacher, and Catherine to prove Reacher's innocence.

Steve goes to Jersey with Danny (gen)

Renee tries to convince Lou to give Steve a chance, to get to know Steve.

Alicia Brown/Steve

Steve has a son and names him Freddie.

Chin remembers Steve as a teenager.

Slight AU where Steve adopts Nahele.

AU where Chin is Steve's partner instead of Danny (I love Steve and Danny's partnership, but I just think it would be interesting to see what it would be like if Steve and Chin were partners since Steve's dad and Chin were partners.)

Steve and kids from cases/crime scenes

Ellie tells Lynn about Steve.

Season 2: Kamekona notices Steve has lost weight.

Kelly (Freddie's widow) and her daughter come to Hawaii. Her daughter wants to know more about her father. Kelly knows Steve was a big part of Freddie's life, so she wants her daughter to know him, too.

Since they never said what her name was, I think maybe the daughter could be named Stephanie. Maybe Kelly did it as a way to show Steve she didn't blame him for what happened to Freddie.

Kelly (Freddie's widow) gets a new job somewhere and sees or finds something she shouldn't, so now she and her daughter are in danger. Being too scared to call the police and not knowing who else to call, she calls Steve. Steve tells her to get on the first flight to Hawaii. She and her daughter make it to Hawaii. Steve protects them.

NSFW: Steve has sensitive nips (gen, McKono, McRollins, Noelani/Steve, Alicia Brown/Steve, or Lynn/Steve)

NSFW: Steve/Kono/Adam

NSFW: Steve has a nice ass (McKono, McRollins, Noelani/Steve, Alicia Brown/Steve, or Lynn/Steve). See evidence below.

Songfic/Fan video Ideas/Prompts

McKono Fic Ideas/Prompts

Sick!Steve Fic Ideas/Prompts

Ideas/Prompts Based on Specific Episodes

H/C Fic Ideas/Prompts

Pre-series Fic Ideas/Prompts

[prentissluvr]

omg spn songfic with howl by florence + the machine bro im a genius the absolutely insane parallels that one could draw between monstrosity and love / literal and hypothetical monsters etc etc. bro.

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass it on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love! <3

sorry for answering so late!!

i only have 4 "actual" fics i've ever written in total, so i also included my fave one-shot/drabble of Destiel!Steddie (because i'm spn trash in this, the year of our lord 2023)

these are in order of my faves!

A Recipe for Disaster - not my original story obv, since it's a Princess Diaries 2 AU, but I went WILD steddie-fying it and I LOVE LOVE LOVE how it turned out!!!!

Several Notes of the Most Amiable Nature and

(Reprise) (Several Notes epilogue) - 5+1/secret admirer/modern-ish AU! the first real fic i've ever written and i love how it came out sm!!!

my "steddie but make it destiel" drabble - spn 04x01 but make it steddie; Dean!Eddie, Castiel!Steve, and Bobby!Wayne

Eddie, Baby - songfic idea i had kicking around in my head for the longest time from hearing the song of the same name by Felix Hagen and the Family; Steve singing a confession to Eddie at open mic night at a gay bar in Indy!

no pressure tags to some of my fave fic writers!! (though I'm sure you've been tagged already): @metaldeads, @kissesforcas, @sayesayes, @strawberryspence, @steveshairychest, @undreaming-fanfiction, @stevesbipanic and anyone else who would like to!!!

[deadwright]

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I tagged 8,369 of my posts in 2022

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I sent 1 gift in 2022

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

147 notes - Posted February 18, 2022

#4

hey!! sorry to bother but I was wondering if you have read any steddie fics at all or that you enjoyed..... I am very afraid of going into the tag without guidance and wanted to ask if you have any recs (I follow very little people in the fandom) !! :o) thank u anyways hope u have a good day

hello bestie! you're so right tbh i'm fighting for my life in this tag, but here are all the steddie fics that i really like so far (under the cut):

You Children Of Today (Are Children of the Grave) by CaptainHoney (E)

Fall Forever (and Never Look Behind) by CaptainHoney (E)

aka @grandmastattoo: chief steddie understander and purveyor of incredible fics and playlists. this series is my top favourite ever!!!!!

Promethean by CaptainHoney (E)

the tags say dead dove do not eat but boy did i FEAST

Whole Lotta Love by stereobone (E)

one of my favourite writers, all their fics are fantastic. speaking of:

Keep It for Me by stereobone (E)

i'm going to blame the full sobbing wailing breakdown i had over this on the fact that my wedding is also coming up, but who's going to believe me? certainly not me.

Some Things Cosmic by stereobone (E)

this got me in my feelings so bad oh my GOD i would do anything to make this real

Play It Right by stereobone (E)

every little character detail of this is just. i could chefs kiss until my fingers bleed about it all.

You're the Driver, You're the Road by stereobone (E)

Are You Flagging? by soidade (E)

one of the most popular steddie fics on ao3, if not thee most

stereoscope by seraphy (E)

just finished this one and woof! heavy on the delicious steve angst. i love when stranger things fics dive into the endless trauma so this one got me good.

make a deal with god by mcalpines (T)

SO very funny, one of my favourites ever!

Easy, Easy, Easy by judasofsuburbia (E)

what can i say, i adore a deeply comforting happily-ever-after future fic.

misgiven by palmviolet (T)

another good stranger things writer, their current wip has me hooked (more on that later)

Mutual Future by knell (E)

another funny one! i love when men are stupid <3

The Worst Mixtape Ever Made by nbfutureboy (M)

songfics can be so hit or miss, and this is an absolute hit. embarrassing for me that i genuinely love all the songs on the titular mixtape though.

See the full post

196 notes - Posted July 19, 2022

#3

edward teach and the 5 stages of grief

the soundtrack to blackbeard's daily breakdowns.

[an our flag means death mix]

208 notes - Posted March 28, 2022

#2

the tv tropes entry for goncharov (1973) is pretty interesting since it's obviously referencing the heavily edited tv version

katya wouldn't be just a 'mysterious woman' if they hadn't censored her relationship with sofia, despite how essential it is to the film. hope the resurgence of interest will highlight the misrepresentation that tanked its box office success in the first place

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7 (for the writing ask)

Hi! And thanks so much for the ask!

7: If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

I do use song lyrics! However, I don't have much overlap, unfortunately; I've written and posted four songfics across two fandoms and all of them were different songs/artists: Red Barchetta by Rush, American Pie by Don McLean, Demons by Imagine Dragons, and Goodbye Earl by The Chicks.

However, since that's kinda boring and a bit of a non-answer, I'll add bonus content (from my planned writing, not just my published stuff) under the keep reading, in case there's interest.

Thank you again for the ask either way! :)

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Most common artist (planned fics): Taylor Swift. (This is absolutely hilarious given who I am; I know next to none of her songs. But all of the ones I do know are so Destiel-coded that I have about four planned.) Also, Kansas makes multiple appearances, while somehow avoiding Carry On Wayward Son.

Most common genre (planned and published fics): either various categories of rock (Blue Öyster Cult, Pink Floyd) or musicals (selections from Jesus Christ Superstar, Beetlejuice, Heathers, Wicked, etc.)

Most common universe with songfics attached (planned and published fics): Definitely Supernatural. I have some for Stranger Things, Good Omens, Walking Dead, etc., but SPN has most of them.

[team-free-will-oneshots]

First Love Never Die (Second Chances)

Title: First Love Never Die (Second Chances) Request:  Can you do a deanxreader song fic to first love never die by soko and can it be angsty and fluffy - anon Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: angst, canon violence Word Count: 3.8k

note; here you go, i hope this is what you were after and that you enjoy! xx

Masterlist

“It’s over, Y/N. There’s- there’s nothing we can do. You should go - you don’t need to be around for what happens next.”

Dean’s words were like a knife to your chest, and you shook your head vehemently as you slammed the lore book in front of you closed.

“Dammit, Dean, there’s still time! We can find a way-”

“There’s no saving me, Y/N! The hellhounds are gonna come for me, they’ll drag me to hell, and that will be that,” Dean said firmly. His jaw was clenched, and you could see the hint of tears in his eyes that he was quick to blink away. “It’s not a matter of months anymore, Y/N. It’s- it’s hours.”

Your boyfriend’s voice cracked, and you felt a sob of desperation claw its way up your throat. You swallowed it down - you couldn’t break, not right now, not in what might be Dean’s final hours.

“If you think that’s gonna stop me, then you don’t know me at all,” you shot back, but your words fell flat, clumsy and heavy on your tongue. Dean sighed, running his hands over his face as he shook his head.

“C’mere,” he murmured. Your eyes lingered on the yellowing pages in front of you, before they once again found Dean. You wanted to argue - wanted to tell him to stop acting like he was already dead, that you’d find a way out of this, that you had to. But your words died on your lips at the look in his eyes, and before you knew it you were across the room, his arms folding around you as he crushed you to his chest.

Your hands fisted in his shirt as you clung to him, burying your face in the crook of his neck as you breathed him in, memorising every facet of this moment; the press of his lips on your temple, the gentle, soothing caress of his hands on your back, the murmured reassurances he breathed in your ear. You didn’t realise you were crying until Dean gently pulled away, his warm, calloused hands cupping your cheeks as he leaned in to kiss away your tears.

“You’re going to be okay,” he whispered, his thumb running soothingly over your cheekbone. “I promise.”

You felt your face crumple as you stopped fighting the sobs ripping from your throat. “I don’t care about me - I just want you. I need you to be okay, Dean, I can’t-”

He shook his head, eyes heavy with pain. “Shh… it’s okay.” His voice was soft, kind. You longed to lose yourself in the honey of his words, to bring yourself to believe they were true - that this wasn’t the last moment you’d spend with him. That somehow, everything would be okay.

“I love you.” Your words came out as a whimper, and Dean swallowed hard as he rested his forehead against yours.

“I love you more,” he breathed. And then he was kissing you, his mouth urgent and passionate over yours, and you knew that this was it. But if this was going to be your last kiss, then you’d be damned if it wasn’t epic.

You pressed your body close to his, one hand on his shoulder as the other threaded into his hair, pulling him to your height as his tongue sought yours and his hands found your waist. His fingertips clawed into the flesh of your hips, and you almost believed that if you held one another tightly enough, then nothing would ever separate you. Not even the hellhounds that were surely tracking him at this second.

Dean moved his hand back to your cheek, holding you like you were something precious as he slowly pulled back, eyes closed as the taste of you still lingered on his lips. He placed one last long, soft kiss to your mouth, and then... he was gone.

---

4 years later

You woke up screaming.

Your nails clawed at empty bed sheets as you threw yourself upright, hair clinging to your forehead and sleep clothes drenched with sweat. You were too scared to close your eyes again, terrified of the sight you’d be met with; Dean, screaming and twisting in agony as invisible beasts sliced at his chest, his shirt blossoming with blood as the life slowly drained out of him and his eyes turned glassy. You’d hear Sam’s cries next to you, hear Lilith’s icy laugh as she stood idly by and watched…

It took you a few moments to calm down - a few deep breaths, a few minutes to wipe the sweat from your face, to test your shaky legs until you could make it to the shower and wash the last clinging remnants of your nightmare away.

As you stumbled to your bathroom, you tripped on your boots, laying where you had left them at the foot of your bed the night prior. They were crusted with dried blood, and the clothes you were still wearing had fared no better. You stripped them off, tossing them in the laundry hamper before stepping in the shower and letting the scalding water cascade over your skin.

You’d almost forgotten about your werewolf hunt last night - that was probably what had dragged up the memories you’d worked so hard to bury.

When Dean had died, you and Sam had gone your separate ways. He only reminded you of his brother, and vice versa - there were only painful memories between you both. The two of you had started off by checking in with each other every few days - a text here, a phone call there. But somewhere along the line he stopped replying, and you stopped trying.

And so, you’d made the decision to leave hunting, and all that came with it, behind. To give normal life a second chance - like Dean had always wanted for you.

You’d done well so far - found yourself a house in a nice neighbourhood, a job that you enjoyed, even a few friends that you’d meet for coffee every now and then. Life wasn’t perfect by any means, but you didn’t lose anyone anymore; not in the way you had as a hunter.

But even though you’d vowed to leave that life behind, when the victim of what was clearly a werewolf turned up on your own street, you weren’t about to just ignore it. Though you were a tad out of practice, it hadn’t taken you long at all to track the monster and put a bullet in its brain before it had the chance to claim another life.

That doesn’t matter now, you reminded yourself. It was dead - a non-issue. And you’d go back to your ordinary job, in your ordinary life, and you’d put the past behind you once again. This was your second chance - you weren’t letting one hunt pull you back in.

When you stepped from the shower, raw and red after scrubbing the dried blood from your skin, you stripped your dirtied sheets and tossed them in the hamper to join your clothes. As you prepared your laundry you flipped on the TV, rolling your eyes as you saw that it was another press coverage of the one and only ‘Dick Roman.’

You’d just left the washing machine when you heard a knock at your door. Sighing, you gave yourself a once over in the mirror and ran your fingers through your hair before heading to answer it.

Another impatient knock resounded as you approached, and you rolled your eyes. “Calm down, I’m coming!” you muttered. The person on the other side started speaking before you’d even had a chance to fully open the door.

“FBI, my partner and I need to ask you a fe- Y/N?”

Your heart stopped as you saw him.

He looked exactly the same, albeit a little older. His mouth was slightly agape, eyes bulging in shock as they raked over you, drinking in the sight like a parched man gulped water. You felt your heart leap to your throat as you struggled to find the words to reply, but only one word was on your mind.

“Dean?”

“Y/N,” he breathed again, your name an echoed prayer on his lips. Sam cleared his throat, and you blinked away your stupor as your eyes turned to the youngest Winchester. His hair was longer, and Christ, was he always that tall?

“What- what are you doing-” You couldn’t string together a coherent sentence, and you immediately stumbled away from the entrance, fingers fumbling for the vase of holy water you always kept by the door. You threw it over him, and his shocked expression shifted to one of annoyance as the water rolled down his face and drenched his suit. Dean sighed loudly.

“Not a demon,” he said, before pulling a blade from his pocket - silver. He cut his palm. Nothing.

“Listen, Y/N, can we come in?” Sam asked, and you blinked as you nodded vaguely, stepping aside in disbelief as the Winchester brothers stepped over your threshold, easily passing over the devil’s trap you had hidden beneath the welcome mat. Somehow the three of you found yourselves sitting in your living room. They seemed so out of place there - two halves of your life colliding, two different worlds meeting where they were never supposed to converge.

You didn’t speak, just stared open-mouthed at Dean as he made himself comfortable on your couch, fiddling with his thumbs as he avoided eye contact.

“So-uh- you probably have a few questions,” he said with a nervous chuckle, and your brows shot to your hairline.

“A few? You- I thought you were dead, Dean! What the hell happened?!” you demanded, and as you saw him search for the right way to explain, you felt your eyes brimming with tears. He was alive - Dean Winchester, your first love, the man you would have traded your soul for… he was back.

And so, he explained. He told you stories of angels, of Lilith and Lucifer and Michael. Of Alpha monsters, of his brother losing his soul. Of leviathans, and their quest to stop them. You leaned back in your chair, blinking as you struggled to take it all in.

“Wait, so- angels are real?” you demanded. “And- and you’re friends with one?”

Dean nodded sheepishly, and you exhaled sharply.

“Wow. Wow. How- how is everybody? I haven’t been in contact with anyone since… well, you know. How are Ellen and Jo? Bobby?” you pressed eagerly, and your stomach plummeted as you saw the brothers’ faces fall.

“They… they didn’t make it, Y/N,” Dean murmured, jaw tight. “We- we only lost Bobby a few weeks ago, actually.” His voice was low and gruff, and you swallowed hard.

“Oh,” you replied thickly. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” Dean’s voice was heavy with sorrow, and you skittishly tucked your hair behind your ear as his words sunk in and weighed on your heart. Suddenly, your eyes shot up to meet his as you latched on to the one thing he hadn’t explained.

“You- you were only gone for four months?” you checked, and Dean nodded.

“Yeah..?” he replied slowly. You set your jaw.

“And you didn’t think it would be a good idea to, oh, I dunno, let me know that you were alive?” you demanded, and guilt flared in Dean’s eyes at your words.

“I- I wanted to call, but you… you changed your number,” he said weakly, and you scoffed.

“You know very well you could’ve found me without that,” you shot back. “What the hell, Dean? All these years, I- I thought you were dead! In hell! Being tortured!”

Dean closed his eyes, and he shook his head. “I’m sorry. But with everything going on… Lilith and the seals… I thought you’d be better off without me. You’d finally found a normal life for yourself, a good life for yourself, you… you got a second chance at all this, Y/N. I couldn’t ruin that for you. I’d never be able to live with myself.”

You clenched your jaw, but his voice melted your heart. Even after all these years, he knew exactly the words that would make you crumble. Besides, you couldn’t find it in yourself to stay angry at him - not after missing him for so long.

“That should have been my choice,” you said softly. Dean nodded.

“I know,” he murmured.

The three of you fell into a long silence, and by the time Sam cleared his throat, you’d almost forgotten he was there.

“Uh- look, the reason we’re here…” he began, and you sighed shakily, snapping back to reality.

“The werewolf, right?” you checked, and he nodded.

“Yeah. You have any leads?”

You chuckled. “Sorry to burst your bubble, boys, but I ganked that son of a bitch last night. No more case - sorry.”

Sam’s eyes widened in surprise, as did Dean’s.

“What happened to the normal, apple pie life and all that crap?” Dean asked, and you managed a smile.

“You really think I’d ignore a werewolf attack in my own street? Of course I took care of it,” you teased, and he huffed an amused sound.

“Right. Right… I guess we should… uh… I guess there’s no reason for us to stay here, then,” Dean muttered, but his hopeful eyes found yours. You licked your lips nervously.

“I mean… you guys can stay a bit longer, right? Catch up? You- you can crash here for a while, if you don’t have anywhere to be. I’ll bet it’s nicer here than any motel you’ve stayed at for a while, right?” you suggested, and Dean grinned.

“Yeah, I’ll say,” he said with a snicker, and you smiled warmly.

“Great. Awesome.” Another silence. Your eyes found Dean’s, and your heart skipped a beat as you lost yourself in their depths. They seemed… different. Older. Wiser.

“Well… I feel like walking,” you announced, getting to your feet. Your eyes wandered to Dean. “Do you feel like coming? I’d really like to talk, I mean… it’s been a long time.”

He flashed you a half-smile as he nodded, pushing himself up. “Make yourself comfortable, Sam - the wifi password is on the router if you need to do any research or anything,” you said, and Sam nodded.

“Yeah, great - thanks, Y/N,” he said, and you left him to sort himself as you and Dean made your way onto the street. The two of you walked for a bit, skin soaking in the sunshine as your feet thudded on the pavement.

“Nice place you got,” Dean said eventually. “Nice neighbourhood,” he added, nodding to the flourishing greenery, the kids kicking a soccer ball in the nearby park. “You- you seem really happy here.”

You smiled. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s really nice. It was nice to get away from it all, you know? Hunting, I mean. I got a second shot at a normal life. And it’s... good,” you told him, and he smiled tightly.

“Yeah. Well, I… I’m glad you’re happy.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “Wow, long time no see, huh? Four years…”

Dean nodded, whistling. “Time flies, huh?”

You half shrugged. “I guess,” you allowed. “Sometimes, it… doesn’t feel like it. I- I still get nightmares. About the night the hounds- well, I’m sure you remember.”

Dean chuckled dryly, and you could hear the pain behind his words as he responded. “Yeah. I remember.”

“Four years, and I still cry sometimes. Kinda lame, right?” you asked weakly, and Dean shook his head.

“No, I get it,” he said. “They say you never forget your first, right?” he said, shooting you a cheeky grin. You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. First loves never die, all that. I never expected mine to die and come back,” you teased, and he laughed quietly.

“Yeah.”

You watched him for a moment.

“You seem… older,” you remarked. Dean snorted.

“Gee, thanks,” he said sarcastically, and you shook your head, traces of a smile ghosting over your lips.

“No, I mean… your eyes. You’re, what, thirty-two now? Thirty-three? You don’t seem it. Before, you were just a boy who was trying to fill his dad’s too-big leather jacket. Now… you’re a man with the weight of the world on his shoulders.”

He chuckled darkly. “Yeah, well, forty years in hell will do that to ya,” he joked, but it fell flat. Your eyes widened.

“Forty years? But I thought… four months…” you spluttered, and Dean nodded.

“Up here, yeah. But downstairs time moves... differently.” You saw Dean’s jaw twitch, and before you could process exactly what he’d gone through, Dean was changing the subject.

“Well, I’ve spent a long time wondering what you were doing, who you were seeing…” He glanced at you slyly. “Found any guys who can compare to me?” he asked, shooting you a wink.

You sniggered, but shook your head. “No… I’ve been on a few dates here and there, but… honestly, I’m not sure I can ever love again,” you murmured, before chuckling to yourself. “God, that sounds lame, doesn’t it?”

Dean shook his head somberly. “No, I get it. Believe me, I get it.” His eyes were soft, trained on you as you tucked your hair self-consciously behind your hair.

“Ever wish you could go back to it?” you asked. “Back to when… everything was easier? When it was just us and Sam and whatever the monster of the week was?”

Dean smiled fondly. “Yeah. All the time. Things have changed a lot, huh?”

“I’ll say,” you murmured. “But… I guess it’s all worked out, right? I got my second chance, here. You got yours. Hell, Sam even got his. It’s… it’s good, isn’t it?”

He sighed. “Sure,” he murmured. The two of you reached a park bench and sat together, the tree branches an interwoven canopy above you as you rested your feet. Dean’s knee bumped yours, and even after all these years, the contact sent sparks flying across your skin. You glanced at his face, and found yourself snared in his gaze as his eyes locked on yours. He exhaled shakily.

“Y/N… I’m sorry I never came to find you. Really,” he said, and you gave a sad smile.

“It’s okay. I get it - I do. I probably would have done the same,” you told him. His hand found yours, warm and large. You interlocked your fingers and squeezed gently. “But I’m glad you’re back. That you’re alive.”

You felt tears spring to your eyes and blinked them away, laughing and rubbing at your eyes before they could fall. Dean’s hand caught your wrist, and he leaned forward to gently wipe a stray drop from your cheek. His eyes bore into yours, and suddenly he was kissing you.

Dean’s mouth was soft and tender on yours as you leaned into him, tasting the salt of your tears as his hand moved to rest on your cheek. Your hand fell to his chest, gripping the tie of his suit as you pulled him closer, falling into old rhythms as easily as breathing - when he kissed you, it felt like you’d never been apart. Like those four years had never happened, that when you opened your eyes you’d be the way you once were - bright-eyed and hopeful... back in that room... striving to save him from-

You pulled back abruptly, and Dean licked his lips, ducking his head.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have…”

“No, it’s not- it’s not that,” you said. “Dean…” You sighed heavily, and he ran his thumb over the back of your hand gently, eyes searching yours and imploring you to continue.

“The reason I’ll never love again… it’s too terrifying, Dean. I- I haven’t let anyone in since you, because I’m terrified that I’ll lose them. Like I lost you. That’s why- us, it can’t… we’d never work, not anymore. It’s why I can’t go back into hunting. I couldn’t risk losing you, not like that. Not again,” you whispered. “I- I’ve got something good here. We both got our second chances, without each other, and I think… I think we should take them.”

Dean’s eyes fell closed, and he withdrew his hand from yours, pinching the bridge of his nose as he nodded.

“Yeah. I get it. Trust me, I get it.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, and he shook his head.

“No, don’t apologise,” he said. “You’re right. We- things are different now.”

You nodded. “Yeah,” you mumbled, though you couldn’t ignore the pain squeezing in your chest. It felt like your heart was breaking as he got to his feet, rubbing his jaw absentmindedly.

“Well… we should probably get back,” he said, shooting you a tight smile. You exhaled, plastering a smile on your face in return.

Your walk back to the house was silent, and the moment you entered, Sam was speaking quickly - something about a lead on the leviathans, that they had to go, now-

“Okay, okay, Sam, calm down!” Dean said slowly, rubbing his temple. “I… you two finish up, I’m grabbing a glass of water,” he said, heading to your kitchen.

You and Sam say your goodbyes, and although they’re hurried, they’re paired with a warm hug and empty promises to keep in touch. He made his way to the Impala as you stood in your entryway. When Dean returned, his face was set in a smile a little too wide to be totally genuine.

“Well, it… it was great seeing you again,” he said weakly, and you nodded.

“Yeah. You too. Stay safe, alright?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, yeah… you too, y’hear?”

You smiled, genuinely this time. “You know me, up to all sorts of mischief these days,” you teased, and he chuckled before pulling you in for a hug. You buried your face into his neck, clinging to him desperately and wishing the moment could last forever. But of course, it didn’t, and when he pulled away, his hand found yours. He squeezed it gently, and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Seeya, Y/N.”

“Seeya,” you managed, watching as Dean walked to the Impala and slipped into the passenger seat. The car roared to life, and you leaned against the doorway, raising your hand up in a half-wave that Dean returned as he pulled away from the curb. You watched as the sleek black car rolled down the street, and when it vanished from sight entirely, you unfurled your clenched fist to see the piece of paper Dean had stuffed into your palm before he’d let go.

A phone number was scribbled on it, and you couldn’t help but smile at the message scrawled beneath it.

Just in case - we deserve a second chance, too. 

_________

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[demonologist-in-denim]

Oh that I would go through storms Know that my soul is better for it Oh my heart to face the pain My mind would move past yesterday

Oh I just want to be a better man Oh I just want to be a better man As I go

“Better Man” by Judah & The Lion

[stargazedwinchester]

Don’t Belong To No Man pt.2 | Lucifer

Part two to a request from evanfan96! Sorry it’s taken me a few days to finish this but i’ve been so busy irl that I haven’t really been able to write much, but here it is! I hope you enjoy it <3

Word count: 1,527

Warnings: None

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You fell into your slumber not long after your head hit your pillow. Your tears tired you out, Hell, your mind tired you out. You were so uncertain on what to do with Lucifer, the thoughts dabbled through your mind, thoughts that you would have never gave any attention to until last night. But you weren’t ready to give up yet.

  A knock at the door was all it took to gather the attention from Dean. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Who the Hell would knock at this time of night, and who could it be? Different scenarios entered Deans’ mind, constantly moving to the worst one. For all Dean knew, the person on the other side of the door could well be his mother. Sam entered the lobby of the Bunker and scratched his head. “Who’s that?” He asks, Dean turning around and shrugging his shoulders. “No idea.” He says, and another rap on the door begins, but louder this time. “Alright, I’m coming, I’m coming.” Dean gets up out of his chair, locking the iPad. He jogs up the stairs and Sam slowly follows behind, reaching to the back of his jeans, readying himself. Dean unlocks the door and peaked outside. “Dammit.” He huffs, and opens the door fully. “What the Hell do you want?” He asks, Sam standing to attention. “I just want to see Y/N, that’s all.” Lucifer holds his hands up, surrendering. “I’m not here for you little fanboys, I just want my girlfriend.” Dean puckered his lips and looked to the floor. “One sudden move and-”

“You’ll kill me, I know.” Lucifer puts his hands down to his hips, and Dean swings the door open for him. “Why didn’t you pop in like you usually do?” Sam questions, and Lucifer smirks. “Because if I did that, the both of you would jump out of your skin. You wouldn’t let me see Y/N.” He explains, and Sam nods. “Good point.” He chuckles, and Dean makes his way down the stairs, Lucifer trailing behind. “Where is she?” He asks either of them, and Dean points toward the hallway. “Down there. 3rd door on the left.” He wavers him away, and Lucifer smiles. “Thanks, guys.” He says, before walking down the stairs towards your bedroom.

Lucifer opens your bedroom door softly, careful to not wake you. His eyes inspect your sleeping body, hoping you’re still asleep. He carefully treads to your bed, and sits on the edge of your bed. His eyes are glued to your peaceful face, it’s the calmest he has seen you in months. After all of the fighting and arguing, it made him realise how inferior he made you feel, how he broke your heart and hurt you so deeply. He scooted closer to you, and stroked your hair, as if he was apologising, without words. Without giving it a second thought, he nudges your forearm to wake you. “Y/N. It’s me. Wake up.” He whispers, not wanting to startle you. “Y/N.” He nudges again, but a little forceful this time. He stands up, and then kneels one leg over the bed, he turns you onto your back and notices you’re not responding whatsoever. You suddenly awake, gasping for air. “Y/N?” He’s panicking now, darting his eyes all over your now static body, he rapidly moves off of your bed and steps back, unsure of his actions and what to do. The last 4 years you have spent together, he has never had to witness the horror that is seeing you gasp for air and practically hold on to dear life. And as much as he would try to heal you of your heart problems, you always refused. You hated the idea of relying on an archangel, and would rather deal with the consequences instead. He races to the door and frantically searches for the door handle. He opens up the door and finds Sam on the other side, and they both step back. “What’s wrong?” Sam asks, switching his attention to you. “Is she okay? What did you do?” Sam bombards him with questions, and he huffs. “Nothing! I didn’t do anything! I tried to wake her up and she’s just like... this. I need to get her to a hospital!” He almost yells, and pushes past Sam. Sam chases after him. “Dean!” He calls, hoping it would grab Deans’ attention.

“What?” He calls back, his mouth stuffed with pizza. Lucifer scoffs at him. “Hello? Hospital. Now.” He demands, and Dean immediately places the pizza back down onto his plate, and moves quickly towards Lucifer. “What happened?” He asks, glancing at Lucifer. “I tried to wake her up but she’s unconscious. She has had heart problems since she was a little girl, maybe she had a problem and...” He trails off, his mind flooding images of you. “I don’t know, man. Just drive me there.” He begs Dean, and he obeys.

--

The brothers and Lucifer arrived at the hospital, and raced to the front door. Lucifer carries you bridal style, and Dean calls for help. “Can I get a nurse or a doctor?!” He screams, startling people around him. The receptionist got up out of her seat and attended to the Winchesters needs. “What’s wrong, sir?” She asks, alarmed. “My girlfriend, she has heart problems and I found her like this.” Lucifer pleads, and she nods. She makes her way back to the desk, and they follow. Answering the questions, you were quickly given a private hospital room, with IV bags attached to your arms. The boys waited outside due to doctors needing to examine the exact problem.

After a few hours, they tended to themselves, Dean found a vending machine full of chocolate and bakery-style food, while Sam sat with a book he found underneath the chair he sat on, and Lucifer kept to himself, twiddling his thumbs and looking around, crossing his legs. The doctor re-emerged from your hospital room, and joined with the Winchesters. Sam looked up, and instantly recognised him. He put the book down. “How is she?” He asks, looking over at Lucifer, then back at the doctor. Lucifer sits up properly, sitting impatiently to see you. “Can we see her?” He asks, and the doctor nods. He explains what had happened during the time you were asleep, and the reasons why this happened. Lucifer gets up out of his seat, and immediately rushes to your room. The doctor doesn’t mind though. Dean and Sam follow.

They waited what felt like more than 4 hours for you to wake up, they spoke among themselves, while Lucifer sat next to your bed, keeping his hand onto your arm. You open your eyes gently, the bright lights suddenly blinding you. Lucifer glances up at your face again, then gasps. “Y/N?” he asks with importance, not knowing what can happen. “Luci?” You say weakly, Sam and Dean dash their eyes over to you, and they chuckle. “Are you okay?” Sam asks, slowly making his way over to you, and Dean stands up. “I think so.” You say, and you look at Lucifer. “Why are you here?” You retort, unintentionally moving your arm away from his grasp. He watches you move, and places his hand back down onto his lap. “I found you gasping for air in your room. I asked these two to take us to the hospital.” He explains, and you smile a little. “Oh.” Was all you could make out, but it was okay, no one expected you to speak a whole lot. “Here, I got you some candy. Your favourite.” Dean mentions, leaning towards you and giving you a candy bar. You smile at him, and take the bar. “Aw, thanks Dean.” You say, genuinely grateful. “Come on, Sammy, let’s give ‘em space.” Dean says, patting his brothers back, and they exit the room, closing the door behind them.

The room felt empty, even though your boyfriend was still there next to you, he was still looking at you, admiring each and every feature. “Y/N, I-” He starts, then unsure what to say. “Thank you for taking me here.” You say softly, and he grins. “It’s okay, Y/N.” He replies, staying silent for a while. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I won’t ever speak to you like that again. Ever.” He says, his eyes glossy. “Don’t worry, Lu, I know you didn’t mean it. We all get angry sometimes.” You spoke, reaching out to hold his hand.

“I want to leave everything in the past. Every argument we’ve had, every disagreement. Anything we have had that we’re still holding on to, I want to leave it all. I want to start fresh. After today... oh man, it scared me. It scared me bad. I don’t want anything ever happening to me, or to you, and have a disagreement be our last conversation.” Lucifer looked up at you, and you were already staring back down at him. You nod your head. “I agree, Luci. Let’s do that.” You smile, your heart warming.

“I love you too much to lose you, Y/N.”

“I love you.” You reply, and he plants a kiss onto your lips.