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[impala1967dwinchester]

Sam Winchester: Fate

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader/Sam

Warnings: Monsters as usual (Dijnn), depression, pregnancy, fighting

Summary: With Y/n on the run, Sam's depression can't help but get the best of him while the fate of his relationship and child hangs in the balance.

WC- 2.677k

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers, This is a part 2 of something I wrote nearly a year ago. "Sam Winchester: Running Away" I

Main Master List // Sam W. Master List

It's weird hiding from the Winchester boys. Weirdly, people are so much nicer to me now. The summer sun in Texas is hot on my back as I walk out of the grocery store. I tried my best to settle down and got a small job at a travel agency. I'm renting a small apartment from an old lady who helped me when I first got off the bus in Bay City.

In the past few months, my body has changed in many ways. I have a larger belly and more cravings than I've ever experienced. I talk to my belly almost every night after I calm down from work. I tell them stories about Sam and Dean. I tell them how their father is a hero, how he's saved the world, and how he has taken my heart with his bright, kind smile.

Like clockwork, every night, there's a message from Sam asking me if I'm doing alright, or begging me if I can just respond. It breaks my heart, but no matter what, I can't bring myself to type back a message. It didn't take long after I walked out of the bunker to know that I was walking away from the person that I love and that my home was disappearing into the background of the Kansas sunset.

Yet I couldn't bear to walk back into the bunker; somewhere in my twisted mind, it told me I had to go. I had to leave it all behind because I wasn't worth it. I wasn't worth the stress, the worry, or anything I might bring down on the Winchester boys.

I thought I had gotten away from it all—the grueling monsters, the death at every corner. I guess I was wrong because one second, I was shopping in a local baby store, and the next, I was somewhere completely different. Some places had air that felt lighter, and some places had my hopes and dreams feel like reality.

There's a warm hand wrapping around my middle. "Good morning, sweetheart." It's a voice I know, a voice I haven't heard in such a long time. One that makes my heart soothe from the racing it's currently doing in my chest. Then, I realize we aren't in the bunker but in a rather nice-looking bedroom. The sound of smaller feet pounding on the ground brings me to look at the doorway. "Anna must be up," Sam says in a whisper, his soft words brushing against my ear and giving me a round of shivers.

Anna comes busting into the bedroom, uncaring to knock on the bedroom door. You think you care but don't after you look at her. Hair as dark as Sams but eyes like yours. A gigantic smile on her chubby cheeks. "MOmmY!" She shouts as she climbs up the bed to get onto your body. You can see Sam out of the corner of your eye. It's a smile you only ever see reserved for you, and you don't know how you managed to be back in his arms and a kid you share together. You're lost in how you got from the store alone pregnant to here in his arms, in bed together with your family.

The feeling stays with you as the day starts, and you watch Sam shift from sweats and a white t-shirt to a pair of shorts and a hawwin shirt. "Aren't you gonna get dressed, baby?" He asks as he catches you staring at him from the bed still. "I… Where are we going?" You ask him, unsure still by the normality of this odd life. "Don't tell me you forgot about the barbecue that Dean invited us to?" He says, a knit-in his brow. You lick your lips and try to think, but there's nothing there, just white clouds that fog your thoughts.

"It's alright if you forgot, babe, just get dressed. It's warm out, so wear that pretty little sun dress you bought a few weeks ago." Sam says as he comes over, planting a kiss on your forehead. "I'm going to get Anna ready, I love you." You stare at the door for a few moments longer, waiting until he's left, and you can hear Sam and Anna talking down the hall. You get up feeling the carpet under your feet and the warmth that radiates through the window.

You do get dressed in the sun dress Sam mentioned. It still had the price tag on it, so you assumed it was the one he was talking about. It fits you perfectly, curved around your hips with ease, and giving everyone who might look at you a perfect display of your breasts. You find a nice pair of sandals and make your way towards the echos of voices.

"There she is," Sam says, happiness and warmth seeping from the kitchen. Anna turns around whipping her head in your direction, she too is dressed in a sundress pinks and purples mixed together with her hair up in braids. "You look good, Mommy," Anna says as she comes over, hugging your leg. You breathe it all in, getting deeper and deeper into it. You aren't sure still unsure how you managed to get here, but you can't say you're mad about it.

The ride to Deans is off, but everything is off for you. Sam can sense it; one hand from the wheel comes to the rest of your exposed knee. "You doin' alright, honey?" he asks, worry laced in his words. You shake your head, giving him more to worry about, but you don't know. All you can think of is the tiny giggles coming from the back seat.

Anna is watching something on a tablet, and her smile glows from whatever she's watching. "Come on, honey. You can talk to me about anything," Sam says, trying to trigger the conversation to continue. "I know, Sam. I'm just trying to be in the moment." You say, and that's the reality of it. Because this moment and the one this morning had been everything you were dreaming about.

"Dean, I just know something is wrong!" I say to my brother as I continue to stare at my phone. The text messages aren't even being read anymore. At least when Y/n was reading them, I knew she was safe; I knew that she was doing alright. I can hear the sigh of frustration fall from my lips as I put the phone back down the library table. "Sam, we can't do anything if she doesn't want us to," Dean says, trying to support both of us.

I lift my head, staring angrily at my brother. "I don't give a shit anymore. I don't care why she ran away. I don't care at all. I just want her back in my life. Now I'm pretty sure Charlie can figure out where she is." I huff out. With a grunt and shake of his head, he's got his phone beside his ear, calling our good friend Charlie.

I can hear the slight argument between Dean and Charlie as I sit, waiting for a quick answer. "I know, but can you just help us. Y/n hasn't been reading." Dean says, looking over at me. "She hasn't been looking at Sam's messages. Can you just give us a location so we can restart this?" Dean finishes. There's mumbling on the other side of the phone, but then I see Dean hidden. "Okay, text that to me, Charlie. Thank you," he says and then drops the phone from his cheek.

ASnxeity has set in when we get to where Y/n has been staying for the past few months. Her car is there, but the door to her apartment is cracked open; my blood runs cold, and just like that, I'm set on finding her. Dean tries to calm me and reminds me that not everything is terrible. She might just be doing something, like taking out the trash.

I glare at him and bring my gun from my hip to sweep through her apartment. Baby books and a few baby clothes are in the living room. Her bedroom is perfect as if she had never made it home. "Is she just taking out the trash now, Dean?" I snark at him, "I was trying to help. So… we have to work this like a case now?" Dean questions, I nod, and just like that, I'm searching for Y/n all over again.

Dean is wearing a Hawaiian shirt, and the kids run all over the house. His wife easily kisses his cheek, and he holds her close to his side. "Uncle De!" Anna screams, and Dean smiles broader and brighter than you've ever seen him. "Hey, kiddo," Dean says warmly as he picks her up and puts her on his hip. "You guys made it." Dean's wife says, and she comes over to give you a hug.

"What about us, baby girl?" a stranger asks. When I turn, I'm struck by the Winchesters' parents—happy, healthy, and very much alive. "Hey, Dad," Sam says happily, hugging his father and wrapping his mother tightly. You watch as the day goes on with absolute ease. Dean talks about adding a new portion to the Winchester auto shop; John lights up with joy at the idea of more business and growth for the business he's known since he was a young adult.

Sam holds you close to his chest as you two dance in the yard, the sky turning purple and orange. You rest your head on his chest and let the movement of your feet guide you into contentment. "You know I love you, right?" Sam asks you as his large hands hold your waist and back. You hum, but you are not willing to open your closed eyes. "And you know you are everything I've ever wanted, right? No matter what happens between the two of us, I'll always want you." Sam says you can feel the tears brimming in your lashes.

"I know Sam." Your voice cracks and gives away the way tears are threatening to fall. "I love you too." As you lift onto your tiptoes in the cool grass, you mutter back and press a needy kiss to his lips. You two are sadly interrupted by John. "Anna is sleeping; if you wanna, you guys can come to pick her up tomorrow." John offers, and Sam pulls me closer. "Thanks, Dad." He tells his dad, then turns to me, "Let's go home." You nod and take his hand in yours.

"What did I fucking tell you!?" I knew she was in trouble; I knew something was wrong. To be the cherry on top, she's pregnant, and she's been taken for whatever fucking reason. "It's just a dinner. We've dealt with enough of them to know the deal," Dean says. I slam the trunk of the baby shut, my molars grinding as I look at the depleted cave that's currently holding my girl and baby prisoner in a fake world.

Of her own imagination.

The silver blade drips all over the ground as I enter the cave. The dark walls hold secrets and horror that I hope and wish Y/n would never experience. It's all a blank somewhere between entering the cave and getting to Y/n. The only thing I feel is the splatter of blood onto my face and my eyes searching for that beautiful face.

She doesn't look like she's been there for too long, but her arms hang above her head, her belly prodding out. I'm stuck standing still over the djinn. Dripping its own blood back onto the dead man, Dean is quick to get over to Y/n, pulling the attachments out of her arm and pulling her down gently.

"Sam, get your ass over here. We… we are gonna have to take her to the hospital." Dean says, and somewhere in my frozen mind, my legs move to get a closer look at her. Her cheeks are a little sunken, but her face is still full of color. I know why Dean said we would have to take her to the hospital.

It's not too long before the large white building in Texas appears in the Impala's view. "I'm going to stop by the emergency doors to help your girl and that baby get some help. I nod and wait for the red letters to appear. A nurse is already waiting for us, and she takes a view of Y/n. "What happened?" the nurse asks, and for a moment, I think of telling the truth, but something else comes out. Something like, "She went for a walk a few hours ago, and then I didn't hear anything back from her." I say, my voice wanting to crack. The nurse nods, and I follow them for as long as possible.

Y/n is stuck in the cold hospital room for way too long. Fluids and IV being run into her system, the baby had been pretty much okay. Besides needing extra fluids, everything was fine, according to the doctors. They allowed me to stay in the room with her. The ICU has too many beeping machines, and there's constantly a team over Y/n making sure her and the baby's vitals are alright.

"Sam," A small voice calls out. "Y/n," I say, alerting half of the ICU floor that she's awake. She smiles slightly and then looks around her surroundings. "Where… why am I here, Sam?" She asks me. The happiness that was once there filters out and hits the bottom of my stomach. "You… Dean and I took care of what caught you," I answer her. "What caught me?" The heart machine starts to pick up speed. "Calm down, baby, please. I need you to breathe slowly and out before I tell you." I say to Y/n. She takes a few breaths and then squeezes my hand, wanting me to continue.

"You were caught by a djinn," I say, swallowing hard. It took Dean and me about three days to find you and another two beforehand to figure out something was wrong." There's silence from Y/n, and then she looks up at me with tears. "What about our baby?" she asks. I nod. The baby is fine; I did all sorts of tests to ensure everything was good," I tell her.

The silence continues until Y/n brings her attention up from her belly. "I saw a few things." "Did you?" I ask, wondering if she's going to explain. "I saw us, Dean, and your parents. I saw a life I so desperately wanted with you but thought I wasn't allowed to have with you because of our life." She says with a heavy sadness in her voice. "I thought I had to leave to take that burden away from you and Dean. I thought…" She hiccups, and tears roll down her cheeks.

"Baby, you will never be a burden to me, nor will our kid. I want nothing more than for you to come home so I can keep both of you safe and protected. I worried about you every single minute of every single day. It was hard to know that you thought you would be better off elsewhere." I say to her, wrapping her tightly in a much-needed hug.

"How'd you know where I was?" She asks when I release her from the hug. "I had Dean call Charlie," I say without a single ounce of regret. She giggles a little, "It wasn't funny; I'm pretty sure the next time we see the girl, she's gonna slap me across my face." Dean says, making us both look up at him.

"Thank you." Y/n says, "Of course, you're family, after all." Dean says from his spot in the doorway. When can I go home?" She asks, "Let me go get the nurse, and we will figure it out, baby." I say, letting go of her hand before pressing a kiss on her temple and running out to get a nurse.

Completed on: 03/15/24

Posted on: 03/15/24

[impala1967dwinchester]

Dean Winchester- A Promise

Pairing: Dean Winchester x PlatonicFem!Reader

Pov: Dean Winchester

Warnings: Fluff, Angst-ish, Yelling, Cursing, 18+

Summary: When Mary Winchester ruins her relationship with both Dean and Sam. Y/n only wants to help, so she sets something special up for Dean.

A/n- Firefly-graphics for dividers; this is a request from anon.

WC- 1.0k

Dean W. Master List // Main Master List // Requests Master List

Listening to my mother come up with some bullshit excuse was more than I needed in my life at this point. She claims she's not blind to the way the Brits work, but I think that's bullshit. We both think it's bullshit.

Sam had been taken and tortured by these guys, and all the other bullshit they had dragged us into. She was less than understanding of the fake people she was working with. Sam is more than disappointed; he never grew up with Mom. I did, but it's not like four years can make a real change. Mary wasn't the same person I knew so long ago.

"When did you start working for them?" Sam asks he looks so sad, but I can't throw my own anger to support him right now. We had been around a lot of liars, we are liars ourselves. "Since the lake house, it was their case." I stand there dumbfounded that we were somehow having this conversation standing in the bunker.

"You kept that from us." I relive the whole moment, Cass had almost died. Her words just started to mold together. her bullshit lies. A hunter had died, and all for what a better way of doing things. I could never believe that my mother was that type of person. The person who puts herself before others.

"Our whole lives you've been gone. You said that you needed time. No, you said you needed space, so we gave you your space. No, you needed space from us." She stares at me and my younger brother, and I can feel another set of eyes on me. Y/n, a girl we found over eight years ago. She was a young adult, but to me, she was my daughter a daughter that I don't think I'd ever want to walk away from especially not how my mother just did.

"I'm your mother, but I am not just a mom, and you are not a child" My heart nearly jumps out of my chest as I hear the words hit my ears. Not a child, I never got the chance. "I was never a child, so between us and them." Mary desperately tries to back the situation out of the corner it's been driving itself into. "It's not like that Dean." I swallow the words that want to come up, and look over at Sam, "Yeah it is Mary, and you made your choice so there's the door."

I at this point end up just walking away, my heart is broken and the tears burning at the edges of my eyes are hurting more than the anger I'm pushing further down in my chest. My daughter watches as I brush past her and into my room. Slamming the door, that's when the true and real emotion comes falling out of me. The tears fall and the way I just can't catch my breath.

I had just gotten her back, Sam had just started learning about his mother from his mother. All for Mary to go and fuck it all up because she wasn't honest because she lied to both of us. It's hours before I leave my room.

A knock on my door is what had me dragging my ass out of my room. the tears had stopped only a few hours ago, and the only thing that sat in my chest was the burning, boiling anger. I open the door, and there's my daughter Y/n standing with hopeful and sad eyes. "Dean, do you want to maybe come and watch a few movies with me?" She asks her voice cherry and trying.

As much as I would have loved to go out and watch a few western movies with her I just couldn't bare the thought of yelling or screaming at her all because of Mary. Or even worse bumping into her because she hasn't left yet. When I had haven't answered Y/n continued, "I even invited Sam, he's waiting for us." She tires, "Honey, I'm really not in the mood right now, so…" She nods like my anger is something she's used to having to work around.

It burns me, but she smiles, leans in, and kisses my cheek, "That's alright, Dad, you know where we are." With that Y/n is walking away and I shut the door. The way my heart burns in my chest. My daughter and younger brother were trying to get over the yelling and how Mary had burned everyone here in the bunker.

I stare at the shut door, and then at the picture of Mary and I when I was young. I pull out a book, a diary of sorts. I write down everything that happened. All the emotions I wanted to push deep down, all the things that went wrong, and all the things that could have gone right.

My wrist hurts when I smell popcorn being popped in the kitchen. The laughter that's filling the cold and silent bunker. I close the diary and poke my head out of my bedroom door. The laughter grows and it's a mixture of Sams and Y/ns. I can't help but be drawn in by it. I poke my head into my man cave. The lights are all off, the only light coming from the TV. An old western is playing on the screen, and all my favorite treats are on the table in front of the old couch. "Dean?" I hear Sam question, looking away from the TV, "Yeah, it's me." Y/n's eyes light up and she turns a massive smile on her face, she pats the open spot between her and Sam.

"Come sit here and we can restart the movie." She says with cheer in her voice. I can't help but smile in return, "alright" I move quickly, Sam and Y/n are smiling widely up at me. "What made you come out?" Sam whispered, I dig my hand into the bowl of popcorn, "The food Sammy boy." He rolls his eyes, while Y/n curls up into my side. "It will be okay Dad, I promise," Y/n mutters as the movie restarts. I lean down and kiss her forehead, "I hope so honey."

Completed on: 05/08/2023

Posted on: 05/08/2023

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[impala1967dwinchester]

Sam Winchester- Health Nut

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pov: Sam Winchester

Warnings: Healthy, Physical Health, good eating, improving habits, flirting, kissing, exercise.

Summary: Sam notices that Y/n is having a hard time with her health.

A/n- This is a request; I thank Firefly-graphics for dividers.

WC- 1.1k

Sam W. Master List // Requests Master List // Main Master List

She’s is reading through her phone. Her back up against the headboard of the bed at the motel room. She had been with us for forever, it seemed that meeting us wasn’t accidentally, but regardless of that Y/n is the most comfortable person we’ve been around for years now.

Her brows furrow downward, as she bites her lower lip like she’s getting upset by something she’s reading. Dean and I sit at the wobbly motel table in the small kitchenette. Deans not looking at her not that when she first starting coming and staying around he wasn’t eye fucking her on the daily.

Her face changes again. Sadness wipes over her expression, and then she slams down her phone on the scratchy comforter. She stand quickly snatching her phone and slamming the bathroom door.

Dean looks up and towards the door. “What’s up her ass?” Long ago when Y/n wasn’t responding to Dean's flirting and constant harassment Dean learned to just treat her as a sister. A much younger sister who always had an attitude or issue with something. “I’m not sure De, but she seems pretty upset.” Dean looks over the edge of his computer screen looking at me like I’m a dumbass. “Yeah, no shit Sherlock.” He rolls his eyes, “why don’t you go figure it out.” He mutters, probably to himself but I follow his orders.

I get up walking towards the motel bathroom door. My footsteps were heavy against the shag carpet. The bathroom door swings open, and Y/n exists her face red. She wipes underneath her eyes and pushes past me. "Y/n, are you alright?" I try to ask as she pushes past me and walks towards the motel's door. Dean hasn't looked up from the computer screen. "Yeah, I'm just fucking fine Sam." Y/n outbursts don't surprise Dean. I stand there shock written across my face. "Give her some space Sammy."

I give her space so much that I don't talk to her until we're on the road back to the bunker. Dean had given me the keys when we started our drive back to the bunker. "Fix whatever is going on with Y/n, I'm gonna get some shut-eye." He mumbled while slapping the keys into my hand. Dean had crawled into the back, stretching out and causing Y/n to come to sit in the passenger seat.

"Y/n, how are you doing?" I ask, I could be talking about anything, I could be referring to the nasty punch she got on the side of her eye, or I could be referring to the way she had acted nearly three days ago. "Yeah, Sammy I'm doing okay." She answered gleaming looking outwards towards the passing trees, and the white strip on the side of the road that I had watched so many times as a kid, a young adult, and even now.

The sound of the road passes on, and that keeps the conversation at bay. That is until Y/n turns and starts up a conversation with me. "Sammy, do you think I need to eat better?" I sincerely don't know how to answer her question. I slowly brake at the next stoplight and wait for traffic. "What do you mean Y/n?" I ask her, trying to gather more information before answering her rather bland question.

"I'm just asking a simple question Sam, do you think I need to lose weight? Because according to the fucking internet and every single link on Google says that for my weight and height that I'm… I'm just too fat." Y/n goes on and on. Her eyes start to tear up and just as I try to touch her hand softly the horn of the car behind goes off.

I hit the gas and get through the now green light. The conversation lulls, and Y/n out of the corner of my eye is fidgeting with her nails and trying to keep the tears are bay. I pull over the side of the road not giving a shit how Dean in the back seat mumbles about something.

"Y/n, look at me will ya." She doesn't like she can't bare to have someone who cares about her look at her. "Sweetheart, please. I think you just need to not worry about what the internet says. You need to worry about how you feel." She starts to look over at me. Her bottom lip was stuck in between teeth. Keeping the tears at bay. "Sammy" She mutters underneath her crushing breathe.

"Sweetheart, I think that you're beautiful and if you want we can start working out, and eating better foods together… if that's what's concerning you." I reach over and grab her sweaty palm. Kissing her knuckles, "Together?" She questions, I nod my head. "Together Y/n."

It takes a few weeks before Y/n is up to the idea fully. After that night Y/n did a shit ton of research. Wanting to know more about food and how when combined with the proper exercise it's absolutely perfect for your body. After two long weeks, Y/n came into the library with a huge binder. Slamming it down on to the table in front of me. "What's this?" I asked as I set down the current book I was reading through. Y/n takes a seat down next to me, "This is a book of receipes and other artcles that talk about good excerises and food comobination you can use." Y/n is beaming. Beaming with excitement and it's such a contrast compared to what I had only just seen a few weeks ago.

"Alright, do you have something you want to start with or can I offer a few things?" I ask, taking the binder ans sliding in front of me, she's right the first twenty pages are just pages of healthy recipes, better food portions and less greasy food like Dean eats. "there's a few pages in the back where you can write down your thoughts." Y/n says as her hands brushes up agasint mine.

Y/n had never been fat, or chubby. She was perfect, perfect just the way she looked. But if she wanted to get into something that I did every morning like a run or some yoga I would love nothing more then helping her along the road.

I write down a few things. Things i had learned from eating 'rabbit food'. "We can do one of these recipes tonight, portiong control is as good as a place to start as any Y/n." I said closing the book after hooking out the recipe. "Okay Sammy," We sat in silence for a few moments, before the sound of my chair scratching the ground echoced through the bunker.

"Sammy, wait…" I turned and looked down at Y/n, She looked happy and sad at the same time. An expression I wasn't too sure about. "I just wanted to… to um say that I was sorry for how I acted on that hunt a few weeks ago… I know that you were just…" "Sweetheart, You don't have to apologize to me. I fully understand, now how about we get to cooking together. Y/n gets up and kisses my cheek. "Okay Sammy."

Completed on: 05/22/2023

Posted on: 05/22/2023

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[impala1967dwinchester]

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[impala1967dwinchester]

Dean Winchester: Tough Act

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Platonic!Teen Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: Anger Issues, damsel in distress archetype, Dean being supportive, hugs, advice from someone older, teen reader, easy target, copying Dean's actions and his attitude, Reader is a Nephilim.

Summary: Tried of being the easy target Y/n takes on some of Dean's more rage endured attributes.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/n- firefly-graphics for dividers

Main Master // Dean Winchester Master List // Requests Master List

The Winchester brothers tend to make some people feel smaller than them. Maybe that's simply because they're bigger than life, and dealt with everything that chuck has decided that they need to deal with.

Long before Jack was brought around the bunker it was me. The first Nephilim that the Winchester had ever met. I was constantly told to be in the back. To stay away from the danger, rather than being able to stay and fight I was forced to stay in the back seat of the Impala.

When I was with Dean and Sam it usually ended with the two of them having to save me. Save me like I was some damsel in distress. According to almost every monster that I got caught by I was "The rarest of types" and "The best to add to their collection."

Just like that, I was forced to be saved by Dean and Sam. I was too soft and was always forgetting where I was, and what I was trying to do. It caused me to have to be saved by Dean, or Sam. Tall lumberjacks trying to come and save me from monsters that were more into figuring out how to use me to reach the top of their social ladder.

"When we tell you to stay in the car we mean it, Y/n," Dean yelled at me from the front seat of the car. I rolled my eyes biting my tongue from saying anything. Being a young adult made things harder to try and get around. I was nearly half the age of Dean and Sam, so there was some disconnect, but they were the only examples I had in my life. I had only had them in my life for the past few years.

I wondered why Dean never saw it coming.

"Dean, let it go. At least we got her out safely." I heard Sam whisper to his older brother. But regardless of Sam's words, or his soft eyes looking back at me through the rearview mirror. The anger was boiling up. I was tired of being treated like a princess, like a beautiful set of very breakable china in a store. I wanted to just be a hunter with Dean and Sam.

I was mostly just tired of the way my life was leading. I was tired of being saved, tired of getting yelled at by an over-protective Dean. I was tired of getting looks from Sam that were always so pitiful.

"No, I'm serious Sam. This has to stop, when we tell her to stay at the bunker or stay in the damn car she just needs to listen." More yelling from Dean as he talked about me like I was wasn't even there.

"I mean for real it's as if she wants to get hurt every single goddamn time. Like she wants to be saved. Like she's some damsel in fucking distress Sam." With a frustrated sigh, I looked up into the rearview mirror.

"You do know I'm here right?" Anger was starting to boil over, a tipping point of no return. "I'm right fucking here Dean. You don't get to be a dick all the damn time just because. And Sam you don't help at all. You're just… you I'm not fragile. I can fight for myself." I rambled on. Wide eyes looked on, whether it was from the cursing or simply because I was right I won't ever know.

From that point on I decided that the only way to not be a loose link between the three of us was to become more like Dean. Dean was calloused, and strong, shot first then ask questions. He didn't take a shit and I really never saw him get caught off guard by anything.

The next hunt. It was vampires, something that took skill and a strong person to deal with. I had been doing some work on my ability to stay focused on the plan at hand. Dean wasn't going to bring me along with him and Sam. As always Sam was a loving person and convinced him that they would need me regardless.

I listened to the plan. Then followed through. Splitting off to make sure that we were able to corral them into a more manageable area. I worked hard and fast, beheading vampires as I went along. Not caring, blood splattered across my face. I moved forward with a hot rage behind my movements.

When I finally managed to get to the center of the old ran-down barn that they were using as a nest. Dean and Sam were there, looking identical to me. Blood across their faces, and weapons. Sam gave me a small nod seeing that I had made it through my section. "Oh look she made it through," Dean said, a little too rough and loud.

I wasn't trying to gain anyone's respect… well maybe I wasn't. I'm honestly not sure anymore. I just wanted to prove myself to Dean that I was strong and just as capable as either one of them was.

So I took the chance. Sam had gotten the last two vamps tied up. We just wanted information on where they were hiding the partners of the deceased we had looked at in the morgue.

Trying to get information out of these assholes was trying to pull teeth. It was like watching paint dry, and I was getting more and more frustrated with how neither Sam nor Dean was making the process go any faster.

I took my chance here.

While Sam and Dean were talking about how to make 'the vamps talk' I moved in front of the half dead, and half-alive vamps. They were the scum below the king of hell, nasty horrible monsters. With my knife in hand, I went up to vamp. "How about this. When those two come back they're not gonna be nice, but if you tell me where the girlfriends are I'll let you go right now." offering a deal that had a death date they didn't know about.

"What makes you think we believe that you'll let us go." The vamp spits out into my face. I swallowed my pride and anger. "Because I'm not the Winchesters." Confidently the two started to rip out names. Once they were done with the long list of names, and locations they looked up at me with eager eyes of being able to make it out alive.

"Hey what are you doing so fuckin' close to them Y/n." I heard Dean yell in front of the doorway. "Oh, nothing." With that, I lived through each other heads. Mouths move as they hit the ground with a loud thud. I left to shocked men in the barn and walked out of the car. Grabbing onto the map.

"What the fuck was that?" another loud yelling moment from Dean. "Oh shut it, Dean. They told me where the girls are we don't need them after that right? Or would you rather play with your food some more?" I questioned him.

It was still after the incident there with the vampires and a few more incidents that the importance of my own life was starting to fly through the door. I was turning into Dean, a true killer. One with a solid plan, but with nothing afterward. I was becoming different, so I half excepted Sam to be the one to knock on my bedroom door in the bunker.

But when opened the door it was Dean. Slumped shoulders and a little bit of sadness written on his face. "What do you need, Dean?" Keeping my words curt.

He sighed heavily and looked into my room. "Why don't you just come in instead of peering in." I offered. The silence between Dean, I, and the walls were growing on me. causing me to freak out more. A quiet Dean was scarier than anything.

"Hey Kiddo, I think we need to talk about something." Kiddo that was new. I thought as I sat on the edge of my bed, and Dean stood akwardly in the middle of my room. "Go sit down you're giving me the fuckin' creeps," I mumbled. Talk about what? I thought to myself.

"So what are you here to talk about? I haven't been annoying you guys with having to save me recently. Tired of not being able to yell at me?"Attitude thick between my words. Dean's face didn't change, not anger fluttered passed.

"I've noticed that, but it was never annoying. I was… I was just worried about your safety that was all that was ever about Y/n." Dean said softly into the thick air between the two of us. "I think and so does Sam that maybe you've become too calloused. You aren't being very respectful of your own life anymore." Dean continued on. "respectful of my life?" I repeated back to Dean.

"Let me rephrase. You're starting to act a litt… a lot like me. It's worrisome to both of us. You're starting to do things without any real evidence for doing so, shooting first and then asking questions. You must know that doesn't work Kiddo." Dean said looking at me.

"You do that all the time though Dean. I was tired of being treated as if I were a delicate flower. I was tired of getting yelled at by you. I just want to help and this way it works. I just do the damn hunt, and we save the people we're supposed to save." I said with a mumbled breath.

Dean got up quickly moving to sit next to me on the edge of the bed. "Y/n that's not the right way. I shouldn't have yelled, I'm not good with the whole parenting and protecting thing. I just wanted to make sure you were safe, but I never… we never showed you how to protect yourself. I'm sorry that you thought that the only way you saw through did t become more like me." Dean apologized, opening his arms up to a hug.

There were tears brimming at the edges of my lashes. I fell into the hug, the relief of knowing that I didn't have to act like this anymore. Felt like elephants had just been lifted off my shoulders. "It's okay Y/n. We can work through this. We promise we won't treat like you can't do the job, I promise to be better and teach you." Dean said hugging me harder.

Completed on: 03/21/2023

Posted on: 03/21/2023

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[impala1967dwinchester]

Jensen Ackles- New Girl

Pairing: Jensen x Mrs.Ackles, Jensen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Home Wreaker, cheating, married and cheating, scandalous, almost getting caught, feelings, accidentally being a home wrecker, therapist, implied smut, roughness.

Summary: Being Jensen's secretary comes with a very odd relationship. One that Jensen seems perfectly fine with.

WC- 2.9k

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers

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"I need you in my office in five," Jensen said to me over the speaker from the landline. Five minutes was a long enough time for him to change from being pissed off and ready to blow off steam on yelling at me. His words echoed in my mind.

I'd been working with Jensen for the past 6 months. Everything was cosher until the workload got harder, and the stress on Jensen got worse. When he had hired me, it was "Yes, sir", and "Yes, Mr. Ackles right away Mr. Ackles." But now it wasn't anything but a few words to me every day. The office was bleak and so was Mr. Ackles's attitude.

I hadn't the slightest clue as to what was truly ever going on with my boss. You'd think that I would, I'd hear gossip or find something out, but that was never the case. He was so damn secretive about nearly everything.

Five minutes never seemed so fast. I bumped my leg, my heel ever so slightly hitting the carpet floor. I kept my eyes on the right lower corner of my computer screen. Watching the clock tick by. You could say that this was a waste of time and you might be right. You could say that I could be working on something, but it would be worthless especially if I knew that was where this was going.

Mr. Ackles only ever called me into his office, when he was going to fuss and yell at me. He was a great employer when he was 'a nice' employer. There is always something about him coming back from lunch with his wife.

Something about his wife made him furious. No matter what he'd come in guns blazing and a few moments later he'd call me in. I realized at the start of my employment what it really meant when he called me into his office.

I was a paid therapist at those times. He vented to me about his wife, and how he wish 'I could somehow get out of this ridiculous relationship.' I slide the wheeled chair back, shaking the bravery onto my face as I went into the lion's dens. I let my heels glide me over to his door, knocking only once.

"Come in." It was quick and cold. Not loud and robust like I expected to come through the door. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Mr.Ackles had taken off his dress jacket it was laying around the edge of his chair, and had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. A look that would nearly have me at my knees if he was anyone else.

He was my boss, and yes we had an odd relationship when it came to me coming into his office, but I couldn't and wouldn't think of my boss as a hot older gentleman. It would go against everything I believed in, and for starters, you can't be in love with your boss.

"Mr.Ackles," I said, from here I wasn't sure what was going to happen. I was never truly sure what sort of plans came into his head while he waited in his office for me.

Would today be another day of wasting hours of listening to him come to the same conclusion that he hated his wife? That he wished for something and someone different in his life. With Mr. Ackles being the head of his company, I think it was rather hard to deal with everything that came with running a business and treating your life like you were walking on eggshells.

I had only met his wife once. Slightly orange hair that was longer than mine, tall and demanding behavior as she walked into the halls. On the prowl for her husband, searching through rooms and halls. Until she came to my desk. Now, this was at the very being of my employment. She gave me a rather snotty look, before looking me up and down and scoffing. "Hello, may I help you?" I was still new to the job and new ways of being a secretary. With a roll of her eyes, and a hand placed on her hip. "I'm here for my husband. I'm Mrs. Ackles" She said.

I rang her husband and heard the saddest sigh ever over the phone. A sigh of disappointment, sadness. I'm not sure what was sad, the yelling made the conversation hard to listen to. She came out speed walking down the hallway. "You can fuckin' deal with him." and with that, she had never walked back into the office.

"Mr. Ackles. I can sit down if you need me to." I said softly. I never wanted to yell, for too many reasons but one of them. Was simply because I wasn't like his wife. He had yet to look up at me from his desk, his eyes cast down on the wood pattern. I took a moment and waited for some sort of something to come out of his mouth.

I moved further into his office. Closing the door behind me, and walking past the chair that was laid out for people. I stood next to the side of his desk, hopping up onto the desk. My legs were crossed and my skirt rose up on my thighs. My skin showing off, and not on purpose. "I'm here, whatever you need Mr. Ackles," I said softly again. You don't need to rush him.

"It's Jensen, Y/n." He said finally, but his gaze was looking down at his wooden desk. I reached out, "Okay, Jensen. Can we talk about what happened?" I said. My hand landed on his shoulder blade. I felt him shiver at the touch I swallowed thickly. Worried that maybe I had crossed a line, an invisible line. He moved under my touch my hand slipping from his shoulder blade and made into my own lap. Jensen was leaning into his big office chair, but it wasn't big enough.

I tried to come up with some words, but sometimes silence is better. "You know she's always so worried that I'm fucking you." Jensen said, my first inticst was to ask why, ask how she had come up with a conclusion like that. "I can't tell if she's saying I'm fucking you over, or she truly thinks that I'm fucking you." My hand came up to my hair fingers running thorugh it. Worry was written on my face. I could feel it, and I knew that Mr. Ackles could see it.

"Why would she think that, sir?" I asked. Jensen looked over me, and for the time I noticed something I had never seen before. Freckles, that were littering his cheeks, and nose. If I had the time I'd count and recount them every day. I shook my head trying desperately to get out of my own thoughts. "I'm not sure, maybe she is jealous of just how much time we spend together? Maybe she is jealous of how pretty you are?" Jensen said. My heart quickened in my chest I swear he could hear it.

"I'm not as beautiful as she is though. She shouldn't worry about me, I'm nothing in comparison to her." I said quickly, say only what is right to say, not what you feel in this type of satin. I didn't realize just how close I had gotten myself to Mr. Ackles. Not even more then a arms length away from each other.

God, I had never realized how good he smelt. His cologne was everywhere in this room, about him was like a drug. The closer Jensen and I got the more my heart raced in my chest. "Maybe I should just do what my wife is accusing me of doing. Maybe I should let myself take what I want after all these months." He said. It was loud and clear. "Maybe I should just drag you over my desk and fuck you raw, like my wife thinks." Jensen said. My mouth was left gapping open.

All sorts of thoughts ran throw my head before I felt the softest touch on my exposed skin. I looked down to see a giant hand nearly wrapping around my thigh. "I'm sure she... I'm sure she doesn't think you're doing anything like that with me, Mr. Ackles." I muttered. "Why because I'm your boss?" Mr. Ackles asked. I was chewing at my lip. Thinking about how to get out of this. Jensen seemed perfectly fine with having his hand wrapped around my thigh.

"Yes," I whispered as I continued to look down at his hand on my thigh. His fingers moved, squeezing at my flesh. if I was smarter, if I didn't want this I would have moved already, but at last, I'm still sitting here on his desk, with his fingers playing at my flesh.

"So, are you saying you wouldn't love me to fuck you with my fingers?" Jensen hinted. My words weren't working, and neither was my mouth as I tried and failed to come up with something to say to Mr. Ackles. There could be a thousand things that happen. We could get caught, he could fire me after everything because he realized that he fucked up, or he... we could continued whatever this new relationship is.

"How about you just relax and come here," Jensen said pointing towards the center of the desk. He pushed a few things out of the way and made room for me. I didn't move at first too scared that if I did, everything that had been said in the small space would prove untrue. He waited until he grew impatient. "Come now, I promise you," Jensen said softly, reaching out his hand so I could take it. I hopped down from the desk with his help before moving in front of him. Jensen moved back in the office chair, the wheels helping move him back to give me room to hop onto the desk once again.

Once again I was sitting at his desk. I tried to cross my legs, but Jensen stopped that. Pinning them instead next to each of his thighs. My heels dug into the office chair as I realized how exposed I was to him. "Look at you, doing so good for me." Jensen praised me, his words felt like smooth honey rolling down my back. Making me relax more into his touch.

"I noticed that you shut the door behind you when you came in," Jensen commented, I turned to look at the door. I bit my lips before turning back around and looking down at him. "Did you do that on purpose? Did you think that something was going to happen?" Jensen questioned me. I shook my head, not trusting how my words might come out.

"You'll have to answer me sooner or later, don't go forgetting you work me now Y/n." Jensen said, as he brought his hands further up my legs. Caging me in with his body, as I caged him in with my legs. "You know I should have seen it beforehand." He continued. "You're always so sweet to me, letting me ramble on about how shitty of a relationship I have with my wife. I bet you wanted to take advantage of that. Did you want to take advantage of your boss huh?" Jensen questioned me. I shook my head. "Oh you poor sweet thing." Jensen teased. I swallowed hard, as I wondered how faar he would elt this go.

"Are you worried we might get caught?" He asked. For the first time, my words came tumbling out of my mouth with no regard for how small or timid they might sound. "Yes, I'm afraid we might get caught," I whispered. "Oh no sweetheart. We won't get caught because you're going to be real quiet." He said encouruaging me to agree with him. "wuiet?" I asked. "Yeah, quiet. So I can fuck you." Jensen said.

His fingers twitching as they got closer and closer to my waist. "Mr. Ackles, don't you think this has gone to far. I wouldn't wanna upset.." i was shushed by Jensen. One finger coming up to brush up agasint my lips. My attention had drawn out and began to focus on his long pointer finger. I felt my eyes cross as I looked down the bridge of my nose.

"Like I said Y/n, it's Jensen. Frankly, I don't give a shit what Mrs. Ackles thinks. Unless you care about whatever boy toy you've got waiting for you at home? If you have any boy toy waiting for you at all." Jensen said. "No I don't have anyone waiting for me at home," I said quietly. Thinking and reminding myself just lonely I indeed was. this job was everything that I had. It was the most interaction I had with anyone in a while now. I didn't have a shit ton of girlfriends, so there wasn't much of leaving the house and getting shit-faced drunk before rushing back home for work on Monday morning. I didn't have a boyfriend that was excepting me back home after my work day ended. I didn't even have an animal that I took care of.

Mr. Ackles was my life in an odd and obsessive way.

"Y/n come back to my baby. I know you must feel lonely, and I can fix that for you." He said, his hand turning and cupping my cheek. "But you've got to keep it our little secret." He said eyes big, not willing to open up to anyone or anything. This was the closest we had to trusting each other.

"Okay," I said. It was simple. Saying it was simple, but what happening was far from simple. It was what you read in fantasy novels or romance novels. "Good," he said before he was leaning in,. I melted as he got closer to my touch. Excitement was running through my bones, and I breathed in one last time before his lips were on mine.

I had expected something different. With Jensen's rough exterior, I was expecting the same as how he would kiss or touch me. Everything led to something new that I was discovering. His lips were plump and soft when they came in contact with mine. He was cradling my cheek, there wasn't an ounce of pressure behind any movement he made.

There was no tongue that came busting into my mouth. Nothing forced, as Jensen's lips came lifting off my mine. "Now, that wasn't too bad was it?" he asked me. There was a twinge in his eyes, something had shifted in him as he kissed me. I could feel just how hot my face was. Just how much the blush had covered over my face.

"Aren't you just a cutie?" Jensen teased as he left my immediate space. I shook my head, "Mr. Ackles..." I tried to say but was stopped by a strong arched brown looking back at me. "It's Jensen dearie." He said but urged me to continue. "Jensen are you gonna touch me soon?" I asked, my words of course are timid, but enough to make him laugh.

A heavy, deep laugh from the bottom of his stomach. "Are you getting a little frustrated with how sweet I'm being with you?" He questioned me. "Hmm" Humming, I took a deep breath, and leaned into him. Kissing him deeply, all while I let my finger roam around him.

Undoing the buttons of his collared shirt, my hands glided over the white tank top covering his warm skin. "Can you take this off?" I asked innocently. "Of course anything for you." He said leaning back and stripping from the collared shirt and the tank top. Warm-toned skin came into view. Abs that weren't super toned were definitely there to be seen. I let my hands do whatever they wanted to do. Grazing over his skin down to meet the ridge of his dress slacks. Playing ever so slightly with the belt that held them nicely on his hips.

"No, not yet dearie." He said swatting my hands away from his belt. "You already got something, now why don't we make it fair and you lose some more clothing." He commented. I bit my lip and blinked a few times before reaching for my blouse. "Do you want the pleasure?" I asked him dragging the motion out. He didn't think too hard and for too long. His fingers took over control of my blouse. Undoing all of the buttons until the only thing that was left was my bralette. A dark purple that hung nicely to my skin tone.

"Purple? A very naughty color for you to be wearing to work don't you think?" Jensen said as he cupped my breasts in his hands. "I would have never thought about this when I hired you." I shivered at the thought as he continued to play with my breasts through the thin purple lace. "Whatever you say, Jensen." I huffed out. The teasing of his fingers and hands. Warm flesh against warm flesh was wonderful.

"I have all sorts of things planned for your sweet thing," Jensen said before letting his face fall into the valley of my breasts. His lips and mouth teased, licking, and sucking at my skin. My hand came into his hair, a slight pull and tug here and there as I couldn't help but moan at each of his teasing licks.

"What am I going to do with you, Mr. Ackles?" I said through moans of pure enjoyment. Jensen lifted his head, looking up at me through thick lashes. "You aren't sure what you're going to do with me, but I know what I'm going to do with you," Ackles said. Leaning up to kiss me softly.

Completed on: 01/25/2023

Posted on: 01/26/2023

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[impala1967dwinchester]

Can I request a Dean x platonic reader fic?

Like y/n is a daughter figure for Dean and after him and Sam discussion with Mary because she was working with the Brits, y/n is trying to cheer him up with movies he likes. Dean in the beginning is kinda " yeah I'm not in the mood", but after see what she is doing he join in the thing.

Here you go lovely, I hope you enjoy it. I haven't written Dean in a long while it was a nice refresher.

[impala1967dwinchester]

Hello! I couldn't help but say that their stories are amazing. I wonder if you could write something between Sam Winchester x reader. Where the reader discovers that her health is bad and needs to improve her habits. Sam decides to help her with food, in addition to exercising together.

🤩☺️

Here you go lovely! I hope you enjoy, and my requests are open!

[impala1967dwinchester]

Heyy there, I was wondering if you could make a Dean x platonic teen reader where y/n is tired of being a easy target and some kind of "damsel in distress" because of her powers, so she decides copy some of Dean tough actions ( like the anger and shot first ask later he had in some moments along the show), because she thinks this way is easier to survive along supernatural beings. Dean seeing this mirror attitude that even him isn't exactly all proud of, give her some advices about it.

Here you go lovely!

[impala1967dwinchester]

Hello, I'd love to give you a Supernatural fanfic request but I didn't quite understand how that works- could you maybe explain to me how and where I can do that? :D Thanks and have a nice day :)

That sounds lovely. So sending in requests at least to me is fairly easy. You can do the same thing you did by sending me this ask. If you don’t feel comfortable with people knowing what you’re wanting to request you can always head over to my dms and message me privately. Regardless of where you send the request I’ll be able to see it and respond with the fic.

You’re welcome and I hope this helped.

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 1k followers. I didn’t have anything planned for this, so I might finish something that was in my drafts and bring that out for all of you.

Again thank you for 1,000 followers

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#5

Sam Winchester: Maid of the King

*Credit to acethetreasure13-blog*

Pairing: Au!King!Sam Winchester x AU!Maid!Fem!Reader

Summary: When Y/n was sent to the castle, she didn't realize she'd be put on as the King's maid. Something clicks with the bachelor, the lonely kings find something of worth in Y/n.

Warnings: Back in time setting, cursing, falling in love.

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers and headers. Yes, I know most Kings in the past didn't have the opposite gender as maids or something along those lines.

Word Count: 1.5k

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#4

Dean Winchester: Self-Confidence

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Curvy!Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: Bullying, body shaming, growing confidence, supportive Winchester, fluff.

Summary: Getting picked on by a bystander of a monster. Dean helps you realize you don't need anyone else's opinion.

WC-1.8k

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers, This is for @winchestersbitch-dm I hope you enjoy and thank you for the request.

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#3

Jensen Ackles- Like Always

Pairing: Jensen A. x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: FLUFF, SFW, Cuteness.

Summary: When Jensen gets back from a long convention all the reader wants to do is play with his long hair.

WC: 590

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers, This is for @anon, hope you enjoy. Also no disrespect to Danneel and Jensen I love them, but for this fiction they aren't together.

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104 notes - Posted April 14, 2022

#2

Dean Winchester: Switcheroo

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pov: Dean

Warnings: Smut, Switching of bodies, Being cursed, Horniess, 18+ Warning. NSFW

Summary: With Dean and Y/n being under an intense curse after a rather bad interaction with a witch. Sam tells them it might take a few days for a cure to be found.

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers; This is for @winchestersbitch-dm I know that it's taken a while for your request to come to life. I hope you enjoy it regardless.

Word Count: 2.4k

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135 notes - Posted March 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Sam Winchester- Math Class

Pairing: AU!Math Teacher!Sam Winchester x Virgin!Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warning: Virgin! Reader, smut, flirting, dom/sub nature, inner thoughts.

Summary: After a harsh day in University, the rainfall leaves Y/n in a rather new setting with her professor.

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Word Count: 3.4k

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Dean Winchester: Self-Confidence

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Curvy!Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: Bullying, body shaming, growing confidence, supportive Winchester, fluff.

Summary: Getting picked on by a bystander of a monster. Dean helps you realize you don't need anyone else's opinion.

WC-1.8k

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers, This is for @winchestersbitch-dm I hope you enjoy and thank you for the request.

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"Come, Dean, do I have to go with you on this damn interview," I said as we both stood in the motel's small kitchen. "Yeah, I need your back up Y/n. You have to come with me, Sams going to the morgue to check out the body. I can't be going to the old lady's house. I'll get checked out." Dean fusses.

I roll my eyes and give up on fighting with Dean. My body wasn't the best or really anything good. I went through my duffel and grabbed the only clean and folded clothes in the bag. It was the FBI suit I wore when going to interview people.

But recently people have started to judge me. With their eyes and how to speak to me. "Oh sweetie, I can help with your umm. your issue." One lady said to me only a few hunts ago, and a time before that, a stupid jock was staring at me and Dean as we pretended to be together. He came up to Dean and asked him "Dude did you even check her out before you started sucking her face." and then just walked off. It was starting to get to me and this damn FBI suit wasn't helping either.

I looked at myself in the shitty motel's bathroom mirror. I could see every disgraceful stretch mark and every horrible piece of flapping fat that hung in the wrong places. I hated the way I looked, and I hated the way I felt when I looked at my body. I was disgusting and maybe everyone I had met was right.

"You just need to work harder and get healthier." That's what they all said.

I got undressed and wiggled the tights on, and then that pencil black skirt. It squeezed my hips and thighs together, and no matter what I always got a damn rash between my thighs. Next the shirt. That also gave me trouble. It was either always crinkled, or never loose enough. Half the time it was both. I slipped it over my arms and over my head. When the shirt fell it was ugly, and I was ugly in this outfit.

I shook it off as best I could. Bare a good face, a happy good face. "You almost done in their shortcake?" Dean complains. I look at myself before digging through my makeup bag. Just grab your mascara, and walk out. "yeah I'm coming De." I yelled.

I pocketed the makeup and opened the bathroom door. Dean was standing there looking at me. "You look good, now let's go." He said rushing us out of the door. I rolled my eyes once again.

The drive to the interview or questioning was quiet. Dean didn't play his music and every time I'd look over at him he was already looking at me. "Dean you got something to say." I questioned, "Nope... No. I don't have anything to say just wanna get some info so I go hunt this damn monster." He said.

The rev of the engine was cut short when Dean put the car in park. He was quick to get out of the impala and make his way towards the door of the old lady. I sat for a moment before gathering the last bit of courage I had. I opened the door and took a steady first step with the kitten heels.

I walked fast to keep up pace with Dean's long legs. He was buttoning up the last button on his jacket. Before knocking on the door of the older lady. It wasn't long before we stood and waited for her. She came to the door.

"We're from the FBI, we have a few questions," Dean said to the older lady. "My name is Agent Amber, and my partner is Agent Clint," Dean said pointing toward me. Her eyes grazed over me, my body and she shook her head. She went back to look at Dean.

"Come in." She says sweetly to him. I followed behind him, but I can feel the dirty look she was giving me. "Ma'am we just have a few questions regarding what you told the police about the murder you saw across the street," Dean says. "Yeah, I told the police all I knew. My neighbors were just the sweetest people. Always walking, going out for runs." The older lady says her eyes casting over to me.

"Well we have just a few questions," I said, trying maybe to force this along a little further. "Well ask them, I have very important things to do." She answered. Dean looked over at me slyly. I kept my face expressionless.

"Ma'am please just answer the questions," Dean says. "Yes of course. Well, that night I saw some weird glowing, and lots of noises coming from that house." The older lady said looking past the two of us and into the window.

"Have you felt any cold spots, Ma'am?" I asked, still watching her from the window. "Cold spots? What the hell are you even asking?" She answered. I swallowed the disrespect.

Letting Dean asks the next question. "My partner here just wants to know if anything has seemed out of the norm that night," Dean said. "Oh, well your partner should have just said that instead of asking crazy questions. Besides the odd glowing coming from their house over there. "

The older lady turned out to be just a dead end. She was harsh and her words cut deep regardless if she was talking with Dean or me. We left her house with my tail between my legs. I was annoyed, and so many more things that counted all towards my weight and how I looked in the eyes of the people.

The ride back was a quiet one, and Dean had that pondering look on his face. The one that said he was going to figure out what the fuck was going on. When we made it back to the motel Sam was back. The light on in the motel was on, and you could hear the sound of the tv playing from outside the door.

When we walked in Sam was deep in his books, and laptop trying desperately to figure out what was going on in this far-off distance town. "Did you guys find anything useful, 'cause I found shit?" He said. "No, the lady was fucking rude as shit. I think she was just rambling off to Y/n, and I." Dean answered

I plopped down onto one of the beds. My feet hurt from the small heels, and my thighs were burning. Everything felt uncomfortable. Everything felt wrong.

I felt the bed drip, and there were Dean's shoes. We sat together our shoulders touching. "Hey." He said softly,. "Hey Dean." I answered. "You doing okay?" Dean asked. I brought my gaze over to Dean's face, up to those green piercing eyes. "What do you think, Dean?" I asked. Answering a question with another question is a great defense against anybody without the last name of Winchester.

"I'd say you aren't doing okay at all. I'd say you haven't been doing well for a long time Y/n. I'd even beg to differ that you're going through it mentally." Dean said. "You think Dean?" I said, fumbling with my fingers. My hands were sweaty and everything was getting hot. These damn clothes were killing me. Suffocating me.

The silence between us was deafening. So I took the out I had and went to get up. Sam was still enthralled in his books and web searching that he didn't notice his older brother reach and grab for my wrist as I tried desperately to get away from the conversation and Dean's grip on my wrist.

I wiggled my wrist away from Dean's grasp. "Y/n, I know what you're trying to do." He said to me. The expression on my face was unexplainable. A mixture of confusion and being seen. Maybe being seen for the first time in my entire life.

You see I had always had issues with my body, and well everything. I'd never spoken about it, towards anybody. The boys were at the top of that list. They didn't need my trauma and bullshit from my past. We had a job that couldn't be interfered with by what I thought were silly excuses.

"You don't have a clue what I'm doing, Dean," I said back my voice hurt, and feeling small. We stared at each other for a moment. The way Dean was looking at me made me feel like maybe I was just overreacting.

"Y/n, come back and sit down. Talk to me." Dean said sincerely. The clothes were bothering me, but his outreached hand Deans was tempting me even more than the itch of the black pencil skirt.

"Okay, Dean," I said giving in.

"I heard the way that older lady was talking to you earlier today. Is that what's put you into this mood?" Dean asked. I shook my head. 'It's a mixture, Dean. I've always looked like this." I said looking down at my bulging thighs as they pushed the fabric of the skirt more than it could take.

"Look like what?" Dean questioned not seeing where I was going. "Like an ugly fat mess. One who doesn't understand anything. Like that old lady said." I rambled off still looking at my pudgy thighs and stomach that I could feel and see through the shirt.

"Y/n, you honestly think that you're an ugly fat mess?" He questioned me. I shook my head. "God Y/n, you don't even see it, do you? You catch people's eyes because you are just you, you're comfortable in your body out in the real world." Dean said pointing out towards the motel's door.

Iv gave him a confused look. "Y/n, sweetheart. You're a beautiful human being. I won't sit here and say that I understand at all how you feel, but I'm here to tell you that you have to ignore the old ladies that we saw today. She's old and thinks it's her right to be rude to anyone who doesn't fit her thinking. Ignore people like that, Y/n. You're amazing and honestly, I'm sorry that I didn't say something sooner."

Dean said his words sinking into my mind. Was he right?

"Ignore those old fogeys?" I questioned Dean. He laughed but shook his head. "Yeah ignore the old fogeys. Ignore old people in general actually" Dean said correcting himself. I thought to myself as we sat there. It had been an easy conversation, a smooth and rather clear one. One that made sense even in all the confusing feelings that I still felt towards myself. Tomorrow's goal was to ignore the fogeys and love me, myself, and I.

Posted on: 09/04/22

Completed: 09/04/22

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[impala1967dwinchester]

Jensen Ackles- Like Always

Pairing: Jensen A. x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: FLUFF, SFW, Cuteness.

Summary: When Jensen gets back from a long convention all the reader wants to do is play with his long hair.

WC: 590

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers, This is for @anon, hope you enjoy. Also no disrespect to Danneel and Jensen I love them, but for this fiction they aren't together.

Main Master List // Jensen A. Master List // Request Master List

Jensen had already been away for so long now. He'd left during the start of winter here in Vancouver. Starting getting ready to film his new star show. "The Boys" is something that honestly both of us were scared of at first.

But eventually, everything fell right back into place. No longer the big hotshot in his own tv show. Jensen took the back seat enjoying the fact that he didn't really have to do much of anything. Besides, call me every night, and grow his hair out. Something that I'd never seen. Besides photos, his mother was more than welcome to share them with me. His hair grew so long that it was starting to become a new thing that fans were falling in love with.

Honestly, I could see why. It framed his face better and made him look even more handsome. every night we'd chat until I fell asleep I missed him dearly. Every night I dreamed of just him being home and in my arms again and my hands dragging through that beautiful dirty blonde hair.

My surprise came home to me last night. A large boutique of flowers. A handwritten note from him.

"I'll be home soon enough my dear, I can't wait to be there. XOXO." A simple note as ever he made words as simple as those become much more than they ever meant.

I sat down the note and fruit basket along with the flower meant Jensen wasn't too far from home. I clicked through the tv, selecting a cheesy romantic comedy to fall asleep to. I let the plotline and crappy lines take me away and into my dreams.

Where all I imagined was the love of life in my arms that pine wood scent in the air. The warm after-effect he left when he'd get up to get something from the kitchen.

It was always like magic when I'd dream about Jensen and I'd wake to kisses from him, or his hands detangling my messy bedhead. I awake to the man I loved kneeling in front of me. A heartwarming smile I was greeted with sent butterflies into my stomach.

"Hellow sweetheart." He said to me with a kiss on my forehead. "Baby, you're home!" I said excitedly. "Your hair!" That was my next comment. He laughed softly.

Grabbing the blanket on the edge of the couch. He laid down, his head falling into my lap. "I missed you Y/n," Jensen said as he softly hummed. I smiled down at him, his fluttering eyes, and long eyelashes. "Would you run your fingers through my hair?" He asked.

My smile widen and I couldn't help but fall more in love with him. His child-like features beaming through. Freckles that burnt through his skin. "Of course baby," I said. Guiding my hand past his jaw, up to his cheek, and into his hairline.

Silk was what his hair felt like. Perfection in all the best ways. He sighed in delight. The small wrinkle lines on his forehead released and his rheumatic breathing came forth. He fell asleep as I guided my fingers through his hair over and over again. Not bothered by the silence of our apartment. Or by the heat that was radiating off the both of us.

I just lived in the moment, and for once it was all worth it. Worth it just to have my Jensen in my arms, just to be able to do the simplest thing for him by just gliding my fingers through his hair.

Posted on: 04/14/2022

Completed on: 04/10/2022

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[impala1967dwinchester]

Dean Winchester: Switcheroo

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pov: Dean

Warnings: Smut, Switching of bodies, Being cursed, Horniess, 18+ Warning. NSFW

Summary: With Dean and Y/n being under an intense curse after a rather bad interaction with a witch. Sam tells them it might take a few days for a cure to be found.

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers; This is for @winchestersbitch-dm I know that it's taken a while for your request to come to life. I hope you enjoy it regardless.

Word Count: 2.4k

Main Master List// Dean W. Master List// Request Master List

The feeling that came to my forehead was like a hundred pistols going off in my head. Banging in my skulls as my vision blurred, I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me. I fell to the ground hitting my shoulder on the way down, and just barely being able to see or even hear Y/n, or Sam.

When I woke next I felt lighter almost. Like I had been out for a few several months. Gone without a nice burger in a while. I was laying in the infirmary in the bunker.

Looking around the bright bunker lights burned my eyes for a moment before it went away. I stretched and took a moment to live in the silence of the bright room.

For living in a bunker, underground. It was really a bright room. I went to swing my legs over the side of the cot-like bed. Hair tickling my shoulders. 'What the..' I thought before jumping up from the bed in panic.

This must have been a prank from Sam and Y/n. Nice way to wake up. Looking like Sammy wasn't exactly going to make me a ladies' man.

I ran over to the sink a mirror was always there, had always been there. You see it wasn't me looking back in the reflection. It was me inside, in my mind, but outside the skin that made 'my body' was Y/n's.

I brought Y/n's hand up to her face. Feeling her soft and supple skin under my even softer hands. Her hands were so small, a button nose and plump lips. I rubbed her eyes. A wave of tiredness fell over me, but rather than sitting down and letting myself be calm. A thought clicked in my mind.

'If I'm in Y/n's body then by quick math she should be in mine.' Right. That was the thought. I shook my head and sighed heavily before taking the first few steps in finding Y/n and Sam.

I heard the two talking as I reached my way towards the library. "Is he .. are you... Is Dean awake yet?" I heard Sam ask. I laughed. I hadn't noticed it but as I walked Y/n's hips swayed and Y/n's breasts bounce in the tight tank top she had on when we had left for the hunt in the first place.

I looked down, Y/n's breasts were a medium size, taut, with nipples that were bound to cut through the skin-tight fabric of the tank top.

"I don't know Sam." It was my voice I heard not Y/n's. Such is an odd thing for a curse to do. To only transplant the mind and soul, but not the voice. Regardless I made my way into the library. "Oh, so he is awake." I heard Sam say.

The hair that Y/n usually had pinned up was sitting at my shoulders. It was soft something you wouldn't mind dragging your fingers through no matter the circumstances.

"Stop thinking dirty thoughts, Dean." I heard myself say. "I wasn't." It was meant to be a quick retort, but regardless of my words, Y/n's body had called me out. Her breasts were betraying my every word.

"So get this," where the next set of words that cleared the concerning clouded air of its rather naughty nature. "Y/n was telling about what the witch had said to you before you collapsed Dean." I hummed, Sam continued. "I looked up a few things and even had to call in a favor with Rowena.

She said that it might take a few days for her to get all the necessary ingredients to break this curse. And for now, just try and be as normal as you can." Sam said.

"Normal as you can!" I heard Y/n shout. My voice bounced off the cinderblock walls of the bunker. 'Damn did I always sound like an asshole?' "I've got a dick now and all of the sudden I just have to deal with it for a few days. Dean's gonna be all over my body and you know it Sam." Y/n roared as I saw the veins in my neck pop out.

The most surreal part of this whole situation so far was watching my own body get mad. Watching the way my muscle flexed under the immense pressure of my anger. How my hands and finger trembled under the frustration.

"I mean, you do have a nice set of knockers," I said almost reaching up to grope them. My hand was slapped away, and a frustrated groan came about from my body.

"Sam, please is figure this out before Rowena gets here in three days," Y/n asked. I just laughed, slightly swinging my shoulders watching the masses on my chest swing with the motion.

"Dean, Y/n." Sam started combing his fingers through his hair before coming up with an idea. "Make both of each other a promise. Dean, you won't touch or imagine or even think about anything having to do with the current body you are in. Y/n, just don't try anything you've thought of trying before because you wondered why guys did it." Sam said. "Shake on it." I heard Y/n. Reaching out my hand, I rolled my eyes and shook my hand. "Deal."

We went ways after that separate. I drifted into the kitchen and heard the loud steps of my 'actual' body drift away probably into what I would assume would be Y/n's room. I made a sandwich one as I would normally make. Lots of processed meat with no added vegetables. Just lots of bread and meat.

I had barely made a dent in my sandwich before a rather slamming urge to throw up was in the back of my throat. Setting my food down I wiped my forehead. Giving up, there was no use. I couldn't eat as I wanted, couldn't touch and explore what I think was a gift from that witch.

As much I hate witches, sometimes just sometimes they are awful helpful. I was bored so I made my way to my room. I let the small feet carry me to the door with the golden shining 11 on it. I swung the door open the waft of days old pizza, dirty laundry and half-drank beers lingered in the room. This was my home though, my peace at heart.

I let my body sink down onto the memory foam bed. Sifting through the wrangled sheets I found the remote to the tv. I let my fingers aimlessly click through channels until I landed on my favorite show.

"Dr. Sexy M. D." A show that was truly my guilty pleasure. I watched for a moment until I got a tingling sensation between my thighs. My body got hot, and I had this fighting urge to rub my thighs together to relieve myself of that sensation.

I reached around the room looking for my phone. I pulled up the messaging chat, hovering over Sam's name, and then over to Y/n's name. My body reacted as a scene between Dr.Sexy and a nurse began to get heated.

I sat there, trying to not think of anything that made me hot and bothered. It didn't work, the tank top I was wearing was so sheer that I could see my bare nipples under the fabric. I could feel how hard they were under the fabric. As I tried desperately not to drag the palm of my soft hand over them.

A sensation I don't think I wouldn't mind. Dr.Sexy continued to play on the tv as I pressed on Y/ns contact taking the deepest breath before typing out what you could only imagine would be the most embarrassing thing to say to someone.

"Okay so I know we agreed on not touching our current bodies, but um... What exactly am I supposed to do with that great tingling sensation feeling between the legs??" I panicked, I sat up on the bed. My back leaned into the headrest. Pulling my legs up and together so that my knees were under my chin.

A ding from my phone. A response to my desperate question hopefully being answered. "Good glad I'm not the only one with a currently bad situation going on right now. The tingling sensation of your (my) pussy. How about we give consent to helping each other through some pleasure. It's a one-time deal until Rowena gets back." Y/n typed out.

Sighing came out as a breaking of my breath. And the thought of Y/n with my cock in her hand was sending me into waves of heat, and complete and utter wetness between my legs. I answered quickly.

"Yes. Please just help me." It was sent and within a matter of seconds, there was a knock at my door. "Come in." There was Y/n in my body. No shirt put sweats on. The raging hard-on that I only ever got when I thought of bending Y/n over the library table, or the cold metal table in the kitchen.

"We can lay next to one another and help each other. No touching the other person, and we never talk about this to anyone else. Do you understand Dean?" She asked. I shook my head trying to hold back a moan. There was something about the grey sweats and how demanding she was being that had only made the wetness between my legs even worse.

She walked over to the other side of the bed. Sitting down she stripped herself of the grey sweats. Leaving her in just my boxers. "Damn do have a really nice looking ass don't I?" I chuckled trying to make humor out of the rather very uncomfortable position we were both currently in.

"Come on Dean, let's just get this over with. So we can both sleep and get a day closer to having Rowena and Sam fix this damn thing." She rolled her eyes and settled next to him. "You're going to have to take off those leggings. I could see how much your already wet. My leggings are ruined now." She said

I swallowed and shimmed the tight leggings off my legs. I let my hands rub up against my legs. The smooth skin stopped when I felt the lace fabric of the underwear I was wearing.

We guided each other through the first bit. Making each other more comfortable with the idea of touching what isn't really your own. The moans that came from my own body only pushed further the extent of how my current body was reveling in the ecstasy of the delicate fingers that rubbed and fingered the soaking hole between my wide spreads legs.

The same legs that were dropped over the much less smooth legs of my actual body. My back arching as I fingered myself closer to completion. Just like that, I felt a much larger hand fall over mine. "I'll teach you the right way to do it," Y/n said. It freaked me out as I remembered that Y/n was in my body and I was in hers.

My own hands gave a satisfaction that I would call close to eating the most delicious pie. Y/n inched closer to me, the larger fingers finding their way into the slick-filled gaping pussy that I had been working for a while now. With the larger and more forceful fingers, I came quicker and closer to the edge than I had in the past thirty minutes of me working my own.

"How about I teach you something that will have you drowning in babbles of words to your ultimate orgasm," Y/n said Her fingers stopped pulling them out I whined in frustration.

"Please, anything just keep going." I moaned out, a plea for continuance. Before I knew it two larger hands were on my hips, flipping me to my stomach, and arching my ass into the air. The slapping sound was next, as I felt the large length of my own cock play with the entrance of my pussy. Collecting the wet juices that lined down my thighs.

With a great force and slap to my ass. Y/n plunged her cock into me. It took my breath away and forced me to focus on the sensation of her pulling out and pushing back into me. Nothing elt better than her slapping my ass and rubbing the pain away.

The large hands came up my back and grabbed a hand full of hair arching my back and pulling my body even more humanly possible to her as she trusted into me. Each thrust harder and faster than the last. I moaned and fought the urge to come undone there at that moment.

"I feel you squeezing me. You don't have to hold back, we might as well cum together." She said as she continued to pound her cock into me. I couldn't help it any longer. I let my toes curl, and my eyes roll back as I felt myself drift into sweet bliss. I heard her struggling moans behind me as I collapsed forward letting the orgasm take its gracious toll.

We both laid there for a moment before she pulled out from behind me, taking my hips and once again flipping me over. Now on my back, I watched as she lowered down. Pushing my legs over her shoulders and taking the first lick of my stretched and sore pussy into her mouth. I moaned with overstimulation, and she groaned as her tongue played at the entrance of my pussy.

"A well-deserved treat after a great bit of exercising" Was the last thing she said to me before she slipped up the bed, giving my pussy a slap before going to grab a washcloth. Not like I needed, not after she ate me out like that.

"You know I'm glad that witch cursed us," I said Y/n wiped gently at my aching and sore pussy. "Yeah, and why is that Dean," Y/n asked. "Because I was too much of a coward and creep to ever say anything about how I felt directly to you. I think that witch might have had a few clues to how I felt towards you." I said slipping under the covers.

Y/n flung the washcloth to the corner of the room before also climbing the covers. "I'm glad that the witch cursed us. Because I'd been wanting to have sex with you for... Well since I Dean first met you."

Posted on: 03/13/2022

Completed on: 03/13/2022

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[impala1967dwinchester]

Sam Winchester- Math Class

Pairing: AU!Math Teacher!Sam Winchester x Virgin!Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warning: Virgin! Reader, smut, flirting, dom/sub nature, inner thoughts.

Summary: After a harsh day in University, the rainfall leaves Y/n in a rather new setting with her professor.

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers

Word Count: 3.4k

Main Master List // Sam W. Master List // Teachers Pet Master List

"Alright, the class you've been assigned your project for the semester. I want you to take your time you've got more time than you really need. Remember I'm here to help you." Mr. Winchester said as he went back up to the front of the class.

His suit fitting nicely around his frame, his jacket sitting on the coat rack at the front of the door, and his white long sleeve shirt crimpled at his elbows. Something about the way he stood was so damn attractive. Nothing would be better than to be stuck in a room with him and let him know just how much I fantasize about him.

Another time and another place.

"I know that some of you are going to hate me, but that's okay. I'm always here for you to ask for help." He said winding around the lecture room. Math was never my strong suit. I was taking a higher level of math for my degree, but it didn't matter then I was now In my second year of college. I still needed a tutor, so I'd have to ask Mr. Winchester later into the year seeing as we'd only started class about two days ago.

At the end of class, we all ventured out of the classroom. Bags swinging over shoulders, and little banter between other students as they walk in groups together. One by one we ventured out and made our way to our separate destinations

I hadn't realized but during the entire day, the rain had pounded harder and harder on the glass windows. I hadn't realized just how much that I really did fantasize about Mr. Winchester.

As I walked outside, the sky that was originally a bright blue was now skimmy on a dark grey. The clouds had clouded the sun, and it was starting to trickle. My apartment wasn't that far, so my only way of getting home was my two legs.

I reflected on the way that Mr.Winchester had walked around the room lecturing. Most of his words were really just thrown out. My eyes deceiving me and if I'm being honest I wasn't one bit mad about it.

The way his lips looked, the fluorescent lights hitting them a certain way. Making them just that more attractive. Imagine them sucking at the supple skin of my throat. His hands wrapped around my hips pulling me as close as he can get me.

I should probably state that if Mr. Winchester ever picked on us, one of the many girls that drool over him. It would most definitely not be me. I wasn't one to expose myself in front of a huge class setting for even in a small setting. He'd never know and that was just fine with me. Anyways I liked my far-fetched dreams that replayed over and over in my head.

I watched the rain start to pour down faster. I watched as students ran out to their cars, and under the covers of bus stops. Amazing most of us were already in our early twenties and yet not a single one of us besides the teachers had an umbrella with us.

I wasn't afraid of the rain or the thunder that was soon to follow. I checked that I had my bag all zipped up, and my phone was in my back pocket. I walked out and just let the rain do its thing. I walked and let my eyes follow down to my feet. Watching where I stepped worried I might be ruining my shoes.

It felt like being in a waterfall. The way the droplets felt falling down my face, and the way they soaked my clothes. It didn't matter that the temperature was slowly dropping, and I couldn't feel my fingertips. Everything felt heightened. I slipped past people, that were running to their cars. I pulled out my headphones, the music paring nicely with the free feeling I was enjoying.

I set my volume louder than usual, but I didn't care. I just wanted to enjoy the time in the rain. I didn't care about the passing cars that splashed water as they passed. It wasn't until I was stopped. A black sleek car passed me and then backed up. I took a deep breath, a fear of mine when coming to college was the whole idea of getting kidnapped, and nobody being able to find me.

The car's passenger window rolled down. The face that I was met with was not one that I was expecting or knew how to process. "Y/n?" It was Mr. Winchester. Shocked for a second I didn't respond, so he called my name out again. "Miss Y/n?" I blinked "Mr. Winchester, it's good to see you out of class." I said.

Internally rolling in m pre-dug grave of embarrassment. "Yes it is Miss Y/n, but may I ask you wh you're out in the pouring cold rain?" He said, his tone was sweet something different from in class. I looked down at my wet shoes and soaked pants.

I just shrugged my shoulders. " I walk to class every morning, so I have no other way home. Yeah, that's why." It was a hesitant answer but that was the truth.

He gave me a look. Eyeing me up and down. Looking at my soaked pants, and top. My most likely soaked bag. "I'll drive you home." He offered. "Mr. Winchester, you don't have." He cut me off. "My name outside of the lecture hall is Sam. And Yes I do you're my student after all." He demanded. His jaw was sharp but only for a second.

"Put your belongings in the trunk. Then hope in." Sam said. I looked back at the street, and back at him. I shook my head and walked to the back of the car. Now the rain didn't feel good, it felt anything but. It was sharp and felt like glass. This was going to be interesting, very interesting.

It was silent in the car ride, besides my occasional direction and the rain that had yet to stop. The scent of Mr. Winchester wafted into my nose and brain. A sweet sort of whiskey smell was stuck in my head now. As we got closer my anxiety got the best of me. My hands patting my jean pockets. My brain went into a spaz as I frantically searched for my keys. I felt Mr. Winchesters car come to a stop

I got out of the car, almost falling into a puddle. My hands searched through my bag. "Damn it." I cursed loud enough that I was sure that Mr. Winchester and the rest of my apartment complex heard me.

I grab my bag and went to close the trunk when the rain suddenly stopped. I looked up and there he was. He was taller when he was up close."Miss Y/n? Is everything okay?" He asked. "Yeah, it's fine," I said looking down at my somewhat dry shoes. A raised brow was enough for me to speak the truth

"I think I lost my keys, maybe they fell out in one of my classes," I said. A long sigh under my breath. A Friday afternoon was not a great day to lose a pair of keys at college. Mr. Winchester was rather quick with a solution to my problem.

"You can stay with me." It was a confident response.

I stared blankly at him, my mouth falling open. "close your mouth Y/n, you'll catch a fly." He said. "You'll come to stay with me, until Monday. And then you can go look for your keys in my classroom." He said.

There was;t really any room for argument. He walked me over to the passenger side. Opening the door, and closing it. I tried to steady my rising heartbeat. 'Fuck me' was all I could think of.

He started his car back up, and I looked back at the apartment complex as we drive away. I was in a car with my professor. This could only end one way and that was bad very bad.

I fidgeted the entire way. It wasn't long, but the heat of the car, and the seat made me feel a little bit more comfortable. Once again the car came to a full stop, this time in a parking spot. "Come on, you probably want warmer clothes," Sam said. Grabbing his things, and getting out of the car. I sat but only for a minute. Looking at the interior of his car. A sleek look, but something dark was hiding under the look.

I found Mr. Winchester at his door. A head nod that I was welcome to come inside was all I was received before I walked in. "Mr. Winchester, this is very nice of you," I said slipping my shoes off by the door, and setting my bag down next to them.

He looked up at me from his phone. "like I said before, my name is Sam Miss Y/n." I cleared my throat, but before I was able to correct my mistake Sam was talking. Asking me questions.

"You must be hungry? Would you like anything?" He said, his phone next to his ear. What in the hell is going on. He's brought me to his house and is ordering food. If I wasn't so damn stunned by his looks, I'd be scared that this was like any start of every single episode of 'Criminal Minds'.

"Pizza okay?" Sam said looking back at me. I just shook my head. After that, he showed me to his living room and then ventured away. Letting me view his space a little bit more. He had only a few pictures up on the wall, a flat-screen, and a black leather couch in a mostly white room. Patio doors that lead out to the rain.

"You can borrow my old college sweater and sweats. I'll dry your clothes if you're okay with that Miss Y/n." Sam said handing me a tattered sweater and sweats. Pointing me in the direction of the bathroom. When I got in I locked the door and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was damp on the ends. The bags under my eyes were prominent and showed my tiredness. I looked around me yet again.

Finding a pattern of blacks and white around the bathroom. Regardless I slipped out of my soaking wet jeans and shirt. Taking my bra off as well. Slipping the sweater and sweat over my shoulders and hips, they were large, but as long as the sweats had drawstrings I'd be fine.

I slipped from the bathroom and looked down the hall. Seeing Sam in new attire, not the first one was anything other than handsome. This one felt like I was invading his privacy. He had a pair of grey sweats on that sat low on his hips, and a skin-tight black t-shirt on. One of those shirts that showed all curves of the man's body.

"Oh, I see that the sweater and sweats fit you nicely. They haven't me since, well that was a long time ago." He said, "Where can I [ut my clothes to dry them?" I asked, a timid voice was now the only thing that came out of me. He smiled and came up to me. "I'll just take me for you." He said, grabbing them and walking around me back down the hallway.

The doorbell rang and I stood still worried that it was someone rather important. Sam rounded the corner, "Pizza probably" He said. As he walked away, I watched his hips and how the fabric of the grey sweatpants hug close to his hip bones. Before I could retract my gaze, he turned and I was faced with an even worse idea in my mind. The bulge in his sweat was noticeable but seemed to only me.

"Come grab a slice." He said opening the box, the scent of the food drugs me over. I sat down after a few seconds of staring at the food in front of me. "So Y/n are you like every other girl in my class?" He asked, I didn't understand his question. My face must have shown it. He rephrased his question. "Do you drool over me in class like all of the other girls do in class?" He said taking a bit of his pizza. His eyes trained on me, my quivering lip gave me away. If I say 'no' then that's rude, but if I say 'yes' then he'll most definitely know that I'm just like all the other girls in his class.

So instead I just said nothing, "You know I may teach math, but I know that my question can only have two answers. Saying nothing is one answer that you don't want to say." He said arching a brow. In shock yet another time tonight. " I assigned that project for the semester, do you need any help with that. Seeing you are here with me I can help if you need it." He said, getting up and grabbing a beer from his fridge.

Actually, that would be nice for him to help me now. "Yeah, if you don't mind. It was a little embarrassing asking for help even still." I said, he smiled and came over. Turning the box of pizza around and dragging a chair close to me. I grabbed my bag and pulled out my proper papers for the project. As we worked and as Sam helped me. He got closer, his hand resting on my knee at first then on my thigh inching itself closer to my core.

My brain was in a new and uncharted territory of a place. For every right answer, I got he'd moved his hand higher up my thigh. At one point he stopped and I twitched anticipating the feeling of his rather large hand moving close to my cunt. Nothing happened though, his hand stayed there. I asked a question and he answered. But then he asked a question of his own.

"Did you lie to me earlier?" He asked me. I raised my brow, "I... About what Sam?" He smirked, "About if you were like the other girls in my class?" he whispered in my ear. Like other people were around us, or we were in the library. "I didn't lie, I just didn't answer you," I said confidently. "That the wrong answer Miss Y/n," He said, gripping at my thigh.

"I want the true answer, and I'll give you whatever you want that naughty mind has made up." He said whispering in my war. The hair raised on the back of my neck. "You want the true answer. Yeah, I do drool over you. I drool over you in class, and go home and think of you when I'm alone. I want you to ruin me. I want you to do everything that you'd do with any other girl in your class. I want you." I choked out.

"See how hard was that?" He said. "All you had to ask. I've seen you in class, the way you look at the other girls like you think you'll never get picked. Or feel like you'll always get picked last, but I'm telling you right now. You're the only one that I see in the classroom. You're the one the fidgets, get her course packet done before anyone else. You're the only one that I'd pick out of all of those slut girls. Y/n I can tell that you're innocent at heart." Sam said, before shifting moving to pick me up and set me on his table.

"I saw you look at me when I answered the door," Sam said, I shifted my glace somewhere else, but Sam was quick to bring his pointer finger under my chin. Forcing my face to look in his direction. "For an innocent girl, you sure do act out of character." He said, his thumb brushing over my parted lips. He slipped his thumb only partially in, my lips closing around his large digit.

"For an innocent girl you sure are good at following demands," Sam said, pulling his digits from my mouth. My whine wasn't something I was ready for. And neither was Sam, he laughed and leaned back my legs interlocking around his waist. A boost of confidence was something that came in handy. I took no time in removing his sweater from my shoulders, throwing it across the room.

Forgetting my breasts no longer had something to conceal them. Sam's laugh was cut short, and I felt him inhale a large breath. He stared and looked up at me before reaching out and grabbing teasing at one of my breasts. His hands were soft but large. A confusing mixture of sensations has his cold hands teased at my budding nipple. I leaned back into the wooden table arching my back. Like I was reaching for more of the feeling.

"For an innocent girl, you sure do love the feeling of my hand squeezing your breasts. Maybe I see what an innocent girl does when I slip my hands down her panties and give the pleasure that it looks like she's never hand before." He said. Never in my life had I been with anyone. This was all new to me, and if anything Sam was doing more than a good job.

I queried at the feeling of Sams's hand running down my stomach and slipping under the fabric of his sweats, under the fabric of my panties. There is no other way to describe the way that Sam's fingers ever so slightly grazed over my soaked core. It was like watching lightning strike. It exploded from in. It felt like bliss, but I'd never been so embarrassed before. Sams hand quickly left my breasts, suddenly the feeling of the missing I feel exposed.

But nothing felt more exposed than when I was stripped of my clothing and laid naked, in an apartment of my professor. On a table that was most definitely not meant for activities like this. He spread my legs after ripping the already skin-tight t-shirt from his body. I swallowed and stared at him. But it was cut short by the force of him pushing my legs open, my exposed core getting a gust of wind and sending a shiver down my spine.

He sank down and I lost a view of him, all of him but his shoulder. Then I felt it. I felt the cold gust of air on my core, and then another. It repeated for a few seconds all before I felt the wet strip be swiped up my core. "For an innocent girl, I've never tasted a pussy this sweet." He said, just inches away from my core. He stayed down between my thighs only for a few moments.

I reached down pulling at the long strains of his hair, and I bucked into his face. Nothing was better than this sensation. I hadn't felt that bliss yet, but Sam wasn't done yet. He rose from between my thighs. "Ready sweet thing?" He asked. I shook my head and took a deep breath. Not sure what I was getting ready for.

Was it the tight almost resistant feeling? Or was it the feeling of his hands wrapping around my breast and throat? The crushing feeling of his cock forcing into me. The way his head hung over my shoulder, nipping at my shoulder, and my soft skin around my neck. Nothing felt better than that last thrust, and the moaning in my ear, my nails scraping down Sam's back.

When Sam finally got his breath back, he pulled out. Grabbing a washcloth and cleaning us both up. Looking at me, naked on his dinner table. "You know for an innocent girl, you're the best fuck I've ever had." He said helping me over the table on wobbling legs.

"You know for a math professor, you aren't that smart." An arched brow was a warning, but I continued. "Did you really think I left my keys by accident," I said winking pulling him by the hips, and pulling him down to meet my lips for real this time?

"For an innocent girl"

Completed on: 01/13/2022

Posted on: 01/14/2022

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