#supernatural x reader songfic

[deepdisireslonging]

Wanna *Beep* You Tonight

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

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

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

Word Count: 1630

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

“Beep Beep” by Little Mix

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Lack of privacy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No- for fuck’s sake.”

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

“Brat.”

“Always.”

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

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

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dean-“

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

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

“I think I broke the stick.”

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

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

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

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

“They’re starting to move.”

“Good for them,” you breathed.

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

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

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

“I’m not finished.”

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

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

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

“I think they liked our show.”

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

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Masterlist

Other Dean WInchester Fics:

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

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

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

[unique-high]

Somebody's Problem | Dean Winchester x Blk Fem Reader

Summary: Dean couldn't help but think how you were somebody's problem.

No warnings.

A/N: This is a songfic loosely based on Morgan Wallen's song Somebody's Problem lyrics are written into the ff. Short read.

Parties were the best place to get laid. Especially college parties. Dean wasn't a college student, but where there was booze and chicks, he was there. He's got a red solo cup in his hand filled to the brim with warm beer. He's smiling at girls who send him flirtatious winks, but none of them are good enough to pull him their way. He keeps moving through the party. Bodies everywhere, weed lingers in the air and Eric Church played from somewhere. Dean sipped his beer moving through the party until he was out front with a couple who were almost out of their clothes on the front lawn. At least someone would be getting some ass.

A gray-matted BMW pulled up to the party. Windows rolled down, music blasting. Dean sees the 30-A sticker on the back windshield. Two-tone tank top slipping off your shoulder kinda girl when you step out. Dean lowers his red solo cup. For a second, the world stands still.

Ooh, I know where this is going. I already know it. Dean thought.

He watches as you walk past. Throws a look his way. A little smile from gloss cherry-tinted lips. Dean knew the type of girl you were. Likes shopping with Daddy's black American Express, and long vacations in exotic places.

It's like in those few split seconds Dean saw everything as you slowly moved by. He wanted to know your name. Know your favorite color and your favorite song. Shit. This wasn't like him to want to go that deep (that was deep for him). You were just a girl. But Dean's mind saw you as something more than that.

How you were somebody's problem. Somebody's goodbye.

You being the last number that they can't find.

You were somebody's best day. Somebody's worst night.

You were the reason somebody left the porch light on.

Then here was Dean, thinking of your beautiful complexion. You're a shade darker from being out on the beaches of Cancun.

Damn. He's thinking now how he loved to drown in them heartbreaker brown eyes of yours.

Oh, she's about to be my problem.

So Dean gets close to you. You're dancing in a way that Dean imagined was the way a Goddess could dance. And Dean he sips his drink watching you. You pulled him by his shirt, body pressed against his. He liked this. You smell of Jasmine blossom and lilacs, and Dean is crazy about the smell. He wanted to lean into you, to smell more of you, to kiss you, to wrap his arms around your waist and keep you forever.

You're the kinda girl once somebody had you, they couldn't stand to lose you. Kinda girl where your friends tell you “Don't F it up.”

You're the kinda girl that guys try to get your number to sliding through the summer to talking about love.

Dean wanted to be that summer love you'll think about in mid-hot September to harsh winters In December. He wants to be the thoughts that keep you warm in the middle of those cold nights. Dean doesn't think twice when he leans forward a bit and kisses your lips. He tastes of beer. You hold his face between your hands. For Dean, he thought he'd be a face you'd forget somewhere between the tequila shots by the end of the night if the two of you didn't end up upstairs in a bedroom naked between a stranger's bedsheets.

Wherever it led, Dean didn't care.

Dean loses himself in you. Oh, he wanted to try all the problems you were for somebody else.

He thinks he's crazy for wanting that, but maybe he was.

A/N: If you want to request Dean x blk reader my request are always open. :) Thanks for reading!

[vodkori]

Finally//Beautiful Stranger

Beautiful  Stranger

Song Fic

Song by Halsey

Fluff

2.1k words

Dean  x Reader

Your eyes, so crisp, so green

Sour apple baby, but you taste so sweet

When you first met Dean, the first thing you noticed about him was his striking green eyes. Somehow even in the dimly lit bar, you both were in his eyes shown across the room. You were sitting at the bar facing the door when he walked in. He was with his brother, Sam, and his friend Cas–  they were all talking about something and sat in a corner booth in the back of the room, adjacent to where you sat. When their conversation finished, Dean came behind you, hovering to order his drinks. You had been interested since he walked into the bar but what caught your attention was that he only ordered 2 drinks when he had 3 people in his party. It would make sense if he had ordered 2 drinks and water or a soda had 1 of the people with him not been a drinker but absolutely nothing made your brow raise.

You got hips like Jagger and two left feet

And I wonder if you’d like to meet

It took about 10 minutes, and 1 drink with who I could only assume were his friends, but a tall man with Dean, who looked vaguely similar to him, started a conversation with you.  The man chose to sit beside you, ordering a whiskey. The bartender handed him the class and you watched him take a quick swig before exhaling deeply, briefly closing his eyes. “What was that about?” you asked, turning your head in his direction. “I’m sorry, you just took my breath away,” he responds, smirking at you.

You turn an eyebrow up, “I’m sorry what?”

The two of you make eye contact for a second before you both burst out laughing.

“Hey! Was it that bad?” He asks,  catching his breath.

“Oh, yea! And I’ve heard some pretty terrible ones,” You answer. 

“I’m just gonna try again, Ya know, like a normal person this time. Hi, I’m Dean,” He chuckles.

“Y/N, nice to meet you,” You answer.

“Are you here alone, or will someone be meeting you here?” He asks.

“Now why are you asking that?” You ask.

“Just wanna know if I gotta worry about a boyfriend comin’ to try and beat me up for flirting with his girl.” He answers.

“Well, that’s not something you have to worry about.” You state, before asking. “And what brings you here?”

“Just passin’ through with my brother and friend,” He replies.

“Sounds fun.” You take a sip from your drink

“Yea, thrilling,” He grumbles.

“Are you heading home after this?” You question.

“No, I’m not,” He quickly replies.

“Alright then, glad that’s true for the both of us,” You state.

“So am I,” He states. “What do you say about a dance?’

“Truthfully, I’d love to but, as many talents, as I have, dancing is not one of them,” You respond.

“That’s fine, I’ll take the lead,” He smirks.

“Sounds like a good deal,” You laugh.

The both of you go out to the dance floor. Both of you dance for a while, which leads to making out, and soon enough you’re closing out your tab and going back to his motel.

Your voice is velvet through a telephone

You can come to mine, but both my roommate are home

That night led to much more than either of you expected. It wasn’t quite a relationship, and you didn’t know what the man did. When he came through originally he said he was coming through on a road trip, but he seems to travel a lot for work as well. You don’t quite understand but it’s not your place as of now. Whenever he’s in the area he always calls you. At first, it was just sex but it slowly formed to be more, he took you out, and they could almost be classified as dates, the two of you would just spend time together doing more than just hooking up. You both kept learning more about each other, favorite foods, songs, bands, and shows, yes even admitted that Dr.Sexy MD was his favorite. You shared dreams, secrets, hopes, and losses. Every time he came into town you got closer. You always go to his motel room cause you have roommates. You didn’t need to live with roommates, it just made you feel safer than living alone. You had a good job working as a remote administrative assistant. As close as the both of you got you never made it official. You were slightly put off by the secrecy surrounding his job and he had his own reasons. The distance never kept both of you apart. Even though you weren’t officially dating, you’d always call. Giggling like teenagers into the night. Calling just to hear the other, you’d complain about your day but he never did. Trying to feel close to each other despite the undefined distance.

I grab your hand and then we run to the car

Singing in the street and playing air guitar

He had finally asked you to be his girlfriend and you could tell he was finally starting to let you into his world. You had officially met the 2 men who were with him the night you met, his brother, Sam, and friend, Cas. Your dates were often composed of late nights and drives in the dark. Laying on the hood of ‘baby,’ as he so fondly called his car, and looking at the stars, listening to old rock bands, him performing as if he was live in concert. Moments just for the two of you, times where nothing else mattered just lost in each other. Time spent trying to savor every moment. When you became official, coming to you wasn’t a pitstop anymore it was just where he always came back to. But it always came to an end. He’d always leave and go back to wherever he was off to most of the time.

Stuck between my teeth just like a candy bar

And I wonder if it’s too far to say

I’ve never recognized a purer face

You stopped me in my tracks and put me right in my place

He knocked on the door one day in December. It was about 9 o’clock it was already dark, AND CAN SOMEONE TELL ME WHY THIS BITCH WAS COVERED IN BLOOD. Anyway, you slammed the door on him because who is gonna let a man covered in blood into your house? You grab your phone and call Dean he picks up immediately,

“Yes,” He says exasperated.

“There’s a man outside my house, he’s covered in blood, and he looks like you! Do you have an evil second brother or something,” You exclaim.

“Well, I mean, kinda, but the man outside your house is me.” He answers.

“Ok well, I’m not letting you in until you tell me why you’re covered in blood,”  You state.

“I can explain, but please let me in before someone calls the cops,”

“I don’t know, sounds like a you problem, if I were you I’d start explaining quickly,”

“C’mon, let me in,”

“Times ticking”

“Fine, I hunt monsters,”

“Shut the Fuck Up,”

“I’m telling the truth,”

“No. No, you aren’t,”

“Look I promise. I can prove it just let me in,”

“Not until you can prove it,”

“Fine. Cas, buddy, could you come down here and talk to Y/N,”

A flash of light came through in the living room and his fucking friend was there.

“Nope, I’m done with both of your bullshits, you need to get out and leave. I don’t know how you pulled this stunt but fucking leave,”

“I Just proved it please let me in,”

“Fine, but you have to explain better,”

You hang up and Cas leaves. You let Dean in and he gives you what he calls the monster to talk. You allow him to stay the night but he’s gotta stay in the living room while you stay in your room with the door locked, afraid he might be a monster himself even though he did the test, he could be lying. You woke up to him making breakfast for you. He’s taken another shower and is singing along to black sabbath.

“You! Why are you out of the living room? That’s where we said you could stay,”

“Ok, but clearly I’m not a monster or anything. I’ve never hurt you and I never will. I will do everything in my power to keep anything that could hurt you, especially this, away from you,”

“How am I supposed to trust that when I can’t even believe the thing hiding under my bed as a child wasn’t,”

“There aren’t any of those under-the-bed monsters, and if there were you’d probably be dead. Monsters aren’t known just to play games with people,”

“That’s not my point Dean!”

“Ok, ok, 2 days ago you wouldn’t even consider the fact that I could hurt you right?”

“... yea,”

“The existence of monsters and what my day job is shouldn’t change that, I’ve never proved that I could hurt you what you found out wasn’t a lie to hurt you or manipulate you it was only to keep you safe. Please believe me, I love you and couldn’t stand to put you in danger knowingly,”

“Then why’d you show up last night? Letting me know and ‘putting me in danger,’”

“A shapeshifter impersonated me and with that, he had my memories. He knew who you were and where. After I ganked him I had to make sure you were ok,”

“Fine but it’s gonna take time for me to trust you completely again,”

“I can accept that, but please don’t kick me out your life,” He says stepping closer to you.

“I can agree to that,” You reply nodding, “As long as you promise to tell me the truth from now on,”

“ I can agree to that unless it puts you in immediate danger,”

“I can call that reasonable,” you state.

Used to think that loving meant a painful case

But you’re right here now and I think you’ll stay

Oh, we’re dancin’ in my living room, and up come my fists

It was hard trusting him again. He never gave up on earning it again though. Every time you flinched from hearing a noise because you became paranoid he was there. And every time he’d do all the checks and tests to satisfy your now active imagination. He stopped hunting for a while to be there while you accepted your new reality. At that time because of the break, you allowed Sam to stay with you and Castiel to pop in whenever he wanted. You became close with both of them as well and began to take care of all of them making them home-cooked meals and nice beds to sleep in. You created a beehive in your garden for Cas to watch the bees whenever he came. You all enjoyed the downtime and you came to trust Dean again even more than you had before the whole monster business.

Beautiful stranger, here you are in my arms and I know

That beautiful strangers only come along to do me wrong

And I hope, beautiful stranger, here you are in my arms

And I think it's finally, finally, finally, finally, finally safe

For me to fall

Soon after he returned to hunting he asked you to move in with him. In a fucking bunker, like some sort of doomsday prepper. He also explained the Men of Letters. And you agreed, after convincing, to move into his cement box with him as long as you could decorate. After you moved in you ended up getting a dog and a cat. The dog you named Fitz after Garth and the cat Jojo after Jody. You also took Cas’ Bees with you of course. Everyone loved having pets around and the fact they didn’t have to worry because you were there to take care of them when they were off on hunts. You were able to provide them with the comfort of a home and they gave you a family and a sense of community. You always felt safe with them. You had found your place in the world, with the love of your life, 2 amazing friends, everyone they picked up along the way, your fluffy companions, and a permanent home. The two of you went on to live pretty happily, of course, Dean died about 100 times along the way and the world almost ended a few times. But after all, was said and done the bunch of you ended up getting your apple pie life.

[1000roughdrafts]

Dean Winchester X Reader Masterlist

Some of my works are 18+, which I'll write as such here, but please heed the warnings on the individual posts as well - All under the cut :)

One Shots xx

Angst

💙 Us - request: Can you do a deanxreader songfic to the song us by Regina spektor

💙Goodbye ~ After Dean takes on the mark, his relationship with Y/N starts to fall through the cracks. She’s had enough of him taking out his stress on her, and after years of silencing her pain, she finally lets him know why  it’s time to say goodbye.

💙How Do I Become Enough ~Reader and Dean right about her doubts, she feels somewhat isolated and annoyed. No cheating, necessarily, but think along the lines of Dolly Parton’s Jolene  

💙Intrusive Thoughts ~Dean was supposed to visit Y/N while she was at work, but when he didn’t show, she got worried. After finally getting ahold of him, she was relieved to know that he was alive. But when another full day passes by without a word, her mind goes into overdrive about what could have happened to him.

💙Voicemails ~ this is a small, angsty thing, and it is 100000% self indulging so please feel free to just ignore it.

💙 Illicit Affairs - Request from anon based on Taylor Swift’s song Illicit Affairs <3

💙  Promise Me This Is Forever -  this is for @allywritesblog and #allyswriting event, and im using the quote "promise me this is forever" :)

Fluff

💙 Phone Calls With Dean ~ just a random thing I wrote for a story that didn’t pan out, no real plot to this.

💙Shooting With Dean ~ Dean takes you out for target practice, but something else is on his mind.

💙Time ~Soulmate AU, Y/N has had the ability to pause and unpause time for likely her whole life, believing she was the only person with such a power. One day, she learns that not only is that not true, but the other person is her soulmate. 

💙 Salted Baseball Bat - Anon Request: "'They said that gluing salt to a baseball bat to fight ghosts was a stupid idea, but who's laughing now?' you say as you whack the ghost again."

💙 Criminal - DeanxReader request from @rileynicole1967 based on the song Criminal by Britney Spears

💙 Cat-astrophe Written for @spnfanficpond​‘s unfic challenge with the prompt “I may have accidentally sort of adopted 5 cats.”fluff, stern!Dean, 

💙  Baby Winchester 2021 - Reader finds out she's pregnant, and tells Dean in a cute, fluffy way.

💙  Just Another Day - Fluffy Dean x female!reader Valentine's Day post

Flangst

💙 We're Gonna Get You Through This - reader is triggered back to a horrible memory and explains to Dean why waiting to have sex is best for her. 

💙Currently untitled ~ Request: could you do a deanxreader fic where she goes out on a date (maybe to a bar) for drinks with a guy and towards the end of the night, the guy (you pick the name) starts being rough with her cause he’s drunk and hurts her, then dean finds out somehow and comes over to kick his ass then admits his feelings for her?

💙 A Boring Holy Cross Tattoo - A Fic inspired by Cards Against Supernatural with the cards “Dean has 99 problems but ____ ain’t one.” and “A boring holy cross tattoo”.

💙 Amnesia - Request from @rileynicole1967​ : Deanxreader one shot or series ;) based off the song “amnesia” by 5 seconds of summer but in the readers pov and at the end he comes back for her and it’s all fluffy and cute.

💙 Half a Man - Follow up to the Amnesia request from @rileynicole1967​ - this one takes place the same night as Amnesia, but in Dean’s perspective and based on the song Half a Man.

18 + / Smut One Shots

💙Downtime ~ 18+, smut; After weeks of hunting the same witch, you and Dean decide to take a weekend break, but you didn’t expect what was in store for that weekend.

💙Punishment ~ 18+, smut; After embarrassing Dean at an important dinner, he punishes you with a cold shower.

💙 Size Matters - 18+ Smut DeanxReader request from anon, where reader has a size kink

💙 Poison  -  DeanxReader request from @kaitlaitlaitl​ based on the song Poison by Alice Cooper

Mini Series xx

💙 Movie Monsters Part One | Part Two ~ You’re teamed up with Dean, a man you’ve always found obnoxious, to find out the path of a new monster. Of course, things don’t always go as planned. (Complete)

💙 Never Have I Ever Part One | Part Two  ~ Part Two is pure smut; College!AU - Dean gets jealous of the attention he thinks you’re receiving from Cas during a small party at your house and doesn’t know what to do with it, so he leaves the room to keep drinking. 

💙 Hope is a Dangerous Thing... Part One | Part Two ~ The renowned author of a best-selling crime novel, Y/N Y/L/N, was thrown into a whole new world after her parents were brutally murdered. Their killer never found, Y/N took things into her own hands, meeting the Winchesters in her journey for justice. Even years later, she struggles to let anyone close in fear they’d leave or worse.

💙  i hate u, i love u (1) Slowburn au/Y/N has been in a relationship with Nick for the last 5 years. They’ve had a rough go. There’s been good and bad times, but she finally realizes that the man she thought she loved has been abusing her. Dean offers her a safe haven when she feared she had nothing else. (this may be abandoned, but we will see)

💙Reverse Supernatural  ~ request; “Hi!! I have been tossing an idea around for a bit… What if… Now hear me out… What if the Reader was the experienced hunter and she/he has to save Dean and/or Sam who have never known the supernatural existed…?” (only part one is out right now / ongoing / might also become abandoned)

Series xx

💙Family Secrets ~ 18+ ; Your uncle Bobby, and adoptive father Rufus, had a secret. A secret they never wanted the Winchester’s to find out. They had done a good job of keeping you from crossing their path, but now that they've both passed away there is nothing they can do about the brothers finding out their secret; you. (ongoing BUT I really want to and am seriously considering taking it down to rewrite it - this was the first thing I ever wrote and it's... it shows lol) 2/22/24 A/N: I want to return to this series, but since it was pretty much my first fic ever, I really want to rewrite some of the episodes and make it pace better. I understand that that might not be the best solution, however, so maybe I’ll just add inbetweeners or something. Just know I want to come back to finish it and may change some things along the way 😊

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Pieces

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, John Winchester [Mentioned]

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1494

Summary: Baby please release me, let my heart rest in pieces.

Tags/Warnings: Songfic, Break-Ups, Established Relationship, Long Distance Relationship, Love, Angst, Domestic Dean Winchester, Pre-Canon Timeline, Hurt, Mentions of Injury, Mentions of Death, Fears, Lyrics,  Pieces // Rascal Flatts,

Notes: Dean is my bby boy

SONG LINK // HALLOWEEN MASTERLIST

You could hear him on the phone, talking low enough that whatever he was saying was just unintelligible from the distance you were at, no doubt in an effort not to wake you. As he went quiet you assumed the call had ended and decided it was time to make yourself known and stop loitering. He was pottering around your kitchen, making a sandwich which didn’t surprise you considering he’d almost eaten you out of house and home over the last few days, yet he stopped as you came in, smiling at you for a moment before he went back to his task. You smiled back, moving to take another couple of slices of bread out of the packet so that he could make you one too. He took them without question, allowing you to rest back against the kitchen counter as you watched him.

He looked good this morning, then again he looked good every morning in your opinion. But today there was definitely a marked difference. The black eye he’d been sporting had started to fade, the yellow hue of it blending more with his sun-freckled complexion, and the busted lip he had was now healed – something he had teased was from all the gentle kisses you had laid upon it. At that thought your heart squoze in your chest. Not because of how nauseatingly cute it was but because you were sure that that version of him was going to be gone again soon.

Four days. He’d been here only four days and yet you knew that was the most he’d allow himself to give you before he headed back out on the road, looking for whatever it was that would no doubt have him come back to you bloodied and broken at some point in the future.

You knew it was coming, that he would leave you whether you wanted him to or not. And yet you decided to test the waters anyway as if the answer might be different as you asked, ‘So who was on the phone?’

‘Oh, uh my dad,’ he said clearing his throat and dropping his gaze to the sandwiches on the table in front of him. As his smile faded your suspicions were confirmed, solidified by the sadness that came to his eyes as he looked at you as if he was preparing whatever speech he’d been planning out in preparation for the moment.

‘Yeah?’ you asked, watching as his face flicked again with melancholy.

‘Yeah, he’s uh caught a case down in New Orleans,’ he said, skating around the details as always as if that was going to make it hurt any less.

‘And he wants you to join him right?’ you asked which was finally enough to make him look up at you, offering a sad smile as he did.

‘He uh, needs me to get there asap…is that alright?’ he said and you fought the urge to roll your eyes given it was hardly as if you had any say in the matter.

He was always going to leave that was the way this situation worked. Even if you did work up the nerve and ask him to stay you knew it would never be right. He’d never be happy staying here with you, even if that was what he wanted deep down. That was why he could only ever give himself a few days. A few days of the life he wanted before reality called and he had to leave again. That was the problem. He could grant himself that slice of normality and use it to fuel him until he could come back to you. But it didn’t work like that for you. Whilst your fleeting pockets of time together fuelled him they drained you. They gave you hope, hope that was always yanked away after a few days, replaced by weeks of worrying and fretting about him. Until finally he’d end up on your doorstep again looking more fragile than when he had left.

‘Fine,’ was all you could think to say.

‘Cool,’ he replied before the two of you fell quiet. He finished up your sandwich, popping it on a plate as he sat down at your kitchen table with you following suit. You watched him as he started to eat, taking a sip of the beer you hadn’t noticed he’d gotten out of the fridge even though it was far too early to be drinking. You picked at your sandwich, feeling as uncomfortable to bring up what you wanted to as he had been not five minutes ago. It didn’t take long for him to notice your hesitance, your eyes meeting before you dropped your gaze and said, ‘Actually I’ve been thinking.’

‘Yeah?’ he said taking a swig of his beer though his eyes never left you.

‘Yeah,’ you said quietly finally looking at those hypnotic green eyes, the ones that made your stomach flutter each time they looked at you. Yet now they didn’t make you feel that way, they made you feel sick, the prospect of what you were going to say making your heart hurt.

‘I don’t think you should come back here,’ you said quietly. He looked at you, hurt swirling in his eyes before it disappeared, his jaw tightening as if to stop whatever he wanted to say from coming out.

‘Right,’ he said tightly. It made you nervous as though you needed to tell him why, like he deserved that much at least.

‘I mean don’t get me wrong I love having you here but then you have to go and-’

‘I get it,’ he said flatly the hurt in his voice only spurring you on with the idea that you needed to explain. To tell him it wasn’t his fault, that if things were different want nothing more than for him to stay.

‘Dean,’ you sighed.

‘It’s fine,’ he replied.

‘No, it’s not. None of this is fine!’ you said, shriller than you intended for it to be which you could tell from the way he looked at you panicked. It made tears sting your eyes and you dropped your gaze hoping they wouldn’t spill over.

‘Dean I don’t want this. I don’t want any of this but I can't keep doing it. Every time you go I think I’ll be okay and I tell myself I can do it again but then you show up covered in blood and broken and you let me fix you and then…and then you’re gone again and six weeks go by and it’s all I can think about. All I can do is wonder what you’re out there doing and I think maybe this time is it…maybe he’s not come back yet because he’s dead.’

He closed his eyes at that trying to ignore the guilt that gnawed at him when he heard the way your voice came out strangled and breathless at the thought of losing him. You could feel a sob building inside you, threatening to spill out any moment but you pushed it down, hoping it wouldn’t bubble over, ‘and then…and then you come back again and it starts all over again…I just…I don’t think I can do it again.’

You fell silent, your chest heaving as everything spilt out of you. He didn’t say anything and that only made you feel guiltier even though you knew that there was nothing either of you could say that would make it better because the thing that would fix it for you would ruin him. Like the way this was ruining you.

‘I’m sorry,’ was all you could whisper.

‘Me too,’ Dean agreed, placing his hand on the back of yours, ‘I didn’t mean to hurt you.’

‘I know…and I wish it didn’t,’ you said clasping your hand on his, hoping he wouldn’t blame himself though you knew he would, ‘I wish I was the sort of person who could just love you and I do. I mean I love this when we’re like this…but I can't.’

‘I know,’ he said sadly.

He didn’t say anything then, instead, he pulled from your grasp and started to get rid of his half-eaten sandwich and empty beer bottle. You sat there in silence, allowing him to press a kiss to your temple before he left the room. You didn’t chase after him because you couldn’t make yourself. Because if you did it would only start another cycle of this worrisome hell you were living. It would only break your heart into smaller pieces when he came back or didn’t.

You had to let him go.

I don't wanna see you anymore, I'm just not that strong, I love it when you're here, But I'm better when you're gone.

I'm certain that I've given, And, oh, how you can take, There's no use in you lookin', There's nothin' left for you to break.

Baby, please release me, let my heart rest in pieces.

DEAN TAGS

@caitlin1996

[jareaulover]

My Writing Masterlist

Mostly Making this so I can pin it and have access to everything I've written, but also so that anyone who wants to can also access everything I've written!

Also remember: My ask box is open so feel free to drop some requests, prompts, etc. You can find my request rule here

Okay, Masterlist is under the cut!

Criminal Minds:

3 times Aaron and Spencer were friends with benefits (+ 1 time they were more) | Hotchreid, Smut, Tumblr / AO3

Oatmeal and Orange Juice | Hotchreid, fluff, Tumblr / AO3

Hits Different | Will x JJ x Emily, fluff and angst, Songfic Tumblr / AO3

If I Can't Have You | Hotchreid, angst, smut, eventual fluff, AO3 / Tumblr: One Two Three Four Five

Hotchreid Hatesex | Hotchreid, smut, very light angst, Tumblr / AO3

Last Kiss | Spencelle, angst, Songfic Tumblr / AO3

Will and JJ's Blended Family | Wilifer, Fluff, slight angst, Tumblr / AO3

Don't Call Mom (Always Call Mom) | Wilifer, but mostly focuses on Henry and JJ, Angst, Tumblr / AO3

I Want You Back | Willifer, angst/fluff AO3 / Tumblr

Confessions are a Bitch | Willifer, angst AO3 / Tumblr

He's Not Going to Take Anything Else From You | Willifer, angst and fluff AO3 / Tumblr

100 (Alternate) | Hotchreid, angst with a teensy bit of fluff AO3 / Tumblr

It'll Be Alright | Hotchreid, fluff AO3 / Tumblr

I'll Find You | Hotchreid, angst and fluff AO3 / Tumblr

Will's Diagnosis | Willifer, angst/fluff AO3 / Tumblr

Henry's Baby Sister | Willifer, slight angst, mostly fluff AO3 / Tumblr

Don't Go Breaking My Heart | Willifer, fluff/angst AO3 / Tumblr

Love Under the Tree | Jemily, fluff AO3 / Tumblr: 1 2 (3 4 5 6)

Rejection | Hotchreid, angst AO3 / Tumblr

South Park

☼= Stylennyverse Series

Only the Beginning | K2, Fluff AO3

Lets Make This Interesting | K2, Smut AO3

Out of My System | Stylenny, Smut and Fluff AO3 ☼

Play it Again | Kenjorine, Fluff. Songfic AO3

Established | Multiple Ships (Each chapter a different ship), Fluff, wee bits of angst, AO3

You Belong With me | Style, Fluff. Songfic AO3

Craig Tucker's List of Stuff to try (Bedroom Edition) | Cryle, smut/PWP AO3

Discussions | Stylenny, fluff AO3 ☼

Birthday Boy | Stenny, light smut and fluff AO3

Confessing | Bunny, fluff AO3

Birthday Cake | Crenny fluff, AO3

I'll Be Your Gift (Give You Something Good to Celebrate) | K2, smut AO3

Sticky Sweet | Stylenny fluff and a wee bit of angst, also sexual themes AO3 ☼

Sold (16/?) | Stenny, smut fluff and probably a littel angst. Crack treated seriously vibes lol AO3

Are You Leaving With Him? | Kenjorine, fluff. Songfic AO3

Emotionally Stunted Baby | Cryle, angst with a happy ending. AO3

South Park Omegaverse Oneshots | Multiship, smut AO3

Wrong Number | Cryle, angst with a happy ending. AO3

Trouble In Paradise | Stylenny, Angst AO3 ☼

Supernatural

Willow | Destiel, fluff, hint of angst if you squint, Songfic Tumblr / AO3

Messing with Other’s toys is Never a Good Idea | Crowley x Reader, angst with a happy ending, Tumblr / AO3

Mr. Winchester's Personal Assistant | Destiel Fluff, wee bit of angst, eventual smut, AO3 (i haven't actually posted it to Tumblr yet)

All Grown Up

What to do when your girlfriend has depression. | Kimi Finster/Lil DeVille hurt/comfort, Tumblr / AO3

[the-and-sign-anon]

I Found You

Pairing: Gabriel x reader

Word count: 1,011

Song: I Found You by Andy Grammer

Masterlist

On the way I was crowned the king

Felt the wind underneath my wings

Gabriel had set himself free when he left his family. He made his own choices and took the time to feel the wind underneath his wings. The archangel didn’t have to answer to anyone or explain himself.

I been high and I been low

Played the fool and the star of the show

There were some lows of course, but nothing that outweighed the highs. He’d become the Trickster, starring in his own pranks and entertainment. He found just as much enjoyment playing an innocent janitor or diner customer as he did when he could reveal himself for the genius he wanted everyone to believe he was.

Gone along for a wild ride

And I can say looking in your eyes

That it all would have been a waste

But I found you on the way

Choosing to help the Winchesters fight his brother might have been the stupidest thing he’s ever done. But it led him to you. He knew from the first time he looked into your eyes that he’d just been wasting time waiting for you. Granted, he thought it was less than ideal that you met with an angel blade pointed at his face, but it was good enough for him.

I found cynicism

I found criticism

You were a bit of a cynic compared to your best friends. Sam and Dean held out hope that you could all beat Lucifer, but you never really believed it. You kept fighting, but you never hoped you could win, even with Gabriel’s help. He learned this from your endless criticism of him.

I've been the zero the hero

And I have been the villain

“Just because you’re helping now, that doesn’t mean the past has been forgotten. I’m not okay with what you did to Sam and Dean. Even if they see you as a hero after this, I still know you’re a villain too.” You’d cornered him one evening to tell him exactly why you were so cagy with him. It actually got to him, which was a first.

I've lost more than a heart could take

But I found you on the way

You knew you had been a bit harsh with him. He’d lost more than you imagine. Family was a touchy subject for you, but you knew he’d left his brothers and father because he couldn’t stand to see them fighting all the time. But now he was discovering a new family of his own.

Oh, it all would've been a waste

But I found you on the way

After his brothers were locked in the cage and you climbed in your car, Gabriel followed. Over the months you spent together trying to save the world, it became a habit for him to ride with you wherever you went, even though you both knew flying was faster and easier.

“You should know something, Y/N. I didn’t just join this fight to put an end to the feuding in my family. I also did it to be with you. I knew that everything I’d done, all the hiding, betraying my family by leaving; it was worth it to meet you.”

On the way

I was the given the keys

To the city they were mine to keep

Over time every lock will change

But you'll love me all the same

“For now, Gabe, let’s just find a place to stay. After today, I think I need to sleep for the next fifteen… days, I guess.” He dutifully stayed quiet while you drove. He had waited this long to love someone like you; he could wait a little longer to know how you felt.

When you did reach a hotel, you checked in, stumbled to the bed, and collapsed there. Gabriel tossed a blanket over you and helped pull your boots off. As you drifted off to sleep, you mumbled something he almost missed.

“For what it’s worth, I love you too. No matter how long I live, that’ll never change.”

I found pessimism

I found skepticism

“Can we really do this, Gabe? I know Dean’s out now that he’s with Lisa, but you’re an archangel for pete’s sake! How are we supposed to live a normal life?”

“Have I ever told you you’re a pessimist?” When Gabe slung his arm over your shoulders and gave you that trickster smile, you couldn’t help but smile back.

“I would say I’m a realistic skeptic, but I’ll give it a try. For you.”

I been the corner performer

And sung in front of millions

You worried sometimes that Gabriel might get tired of you one day. He was an archangel who’d been all over the world and met incredible creatures you could never imagine. So what if he decided you weren’t enough? What if he had bigger things waiting for him?

I've lost more than a heart can take

But I found you on the way

On the way I'll have won the race

If the one thing that I can say

I found you

You stood in the doorway to the kitchen one evening, watching your angel dry the dishes. He had managed to weasel his way into your life and become your whole world. You would have to ask him some day how he did it.

“I know you’re there, darling. Come here.”

“I hate it when you do that.” You pushed off the doorframe and came closer.

“No you don’t.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” You stepped up beside him and wrapped your arms around him.

“You know I love you, right? That you are worth more than everything I lost to find you?”

“Yeah… I think I got pretty lucky. I definitely won in the love department. When I say the love of my life is an angel, I’m actually telling the truth.” You gave him that same proud half smile that made him fall in love in the first place. Yeah, leaving Heaven to find you was worth every minute alone.

[chlodavids]

Dangerous Angel that stole his heart pt1

Single! Jensen Ackles x reader

Summary:The reader is a Victoria Secret Angel, a singer and actress . The Supernatural cast come and sees a fashion show. Jensen falls in love.

Face claims for reader:

No hate to Danneel or his family. This is pure fiction

Characters:Jensen Ackles, Reader, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Cortese, Misha Collins, Vicki Collins and the rest of the Supernatural cast

Rating:13+

Word count :321

Jensen's POV

So we are going to see a fashion show. I wonder what brand "I think

"Jensen are you listening to me" asked Jared

"What were you saying"

"Dude. We are going to see a Victoria Secret fashion show." Jared says

"Are not you married"

"yes, but Gen and the rest of the cast is going"

"ok"

So I got ready into my suit

{this is mish, Jared and Jensen's outfits}

"So Jared. Who is one of the models"

"Y/N L/N. She is a singer, actress and model." Jared said

"Cool. When are we leaving"

"I don't know" Jared mumbled

"question in which show did she act."

"in Sam and Cat, Victorious, Hairspray" Jared

*

Your POV

I am nervous. Because I am singing my new song dangerous woman while I am modeling

I am wearing a red lacy bra, blue underwear and a nude leather skirt. {insert gif}

"y/n. Your on in 2 minutes" the stage manager says

I got into position and waited till they started.they started playing and I started singing

Oh, yeah

Don't need permission

Made my decision to test my limits

'Cause it's my business

God as my witness

I stare right into green eyes as I came to to to the end of the runway

[emily-the-fae]

Every Day is a Lullaby

A oneshot. This honestly came to my mind yesterday night, I do not know how well the idea turned out to be.

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Arthur Ketch x OC

Warnings:probably language, blood, injury, background character death, brief mentions of sex, angst mith mix of fluff

Rated: T

Mr Ketch has many sides, likable and repulsing - but which one of his faces is truly his is sometimes an uncertainty even for him.

Harper reflects on the changes on their relationship as they get out of a hunt gone wrong. While Ketch reconsiders some of his past choices... And reasons why he is still alive.

If he's a serial killer

Then what's the worst

That can happen to a girl

Who's already hurt

I'm already hurt

The first time Harper met him was a coincidence. It was long before the whole nephilim thing, long before she found out what kind of man he was, what kind of hunter he was. Yet even back then in the span of their first couple of meetings  she felt he was no good.

A stupid hunting coincidence.

Harper was not used to hunting alone. She did that to herself - separated herself from the Winchesters. However much she loved Sam and Dean, she could not bear continuously being around them, not after everything that happened. Not after Charlie. Because no matter what Dean said or how Sam reassured her - it was her fault. Charlie was a great friend. Charlie had the brightest soul. Harper was late to help her and now Charlie was no more. It was all Harper's fault.

Driving away and going head first into hunting was the outmost Winchester way of dealing with the guilt and grief. Hunting alone while slowly coming out of her lowest phase - those were the circumstances under which Harper met Arthur Ketch.

The first time it happened it was a coincidence - two hunters choosing the same target is not uncommon. Harper was already on spot and all in the fight when he arrived. "Are you insane going into a whole vampire nest alone?" - those were the first words she ever heard from him. She might have been slightly insane, but he sure was a damn psycho. To be honest if not for him she would have probably ended up dead or turned in that vampire nest that night. Harper hates being honest about it.

The second coincidence happened just a few days after the first one - she would later on doubt if it was a coincidence at all. Perhaps it was. Harper would never really know - what she did know though was that he still had a small scar left above his left eyebrow - a mark of where she hit him with the grip of her gun, thinking it was the witch that was creeping up to her and absolutely not expecting to hear a male voice swearing after her blow. Arthur had not known her for 24 hours in sum and they were already making a scene after a hunt - Harper almost pitied she had not knocked him out straight away.

What happened on the next day? He caught her in the town and suggested to team up to avoid "future confusions". Rule number one how to become friends with Arthur Ketch: hit him in the face. Harper wasn't going to become friends with him - with any hunters for that matter - but fate seldom cared what Harper was going to do anyways.

Harper definitely lied to herself when she said that they were going to be only friends or that she was going to hate him after all the British Men of Letters invasion story. She didn't. Not with the way they met in the first place: him ripping her out of the claws of the angry remnants of the vampire pack - slightly concerned greyish blue eyes and a British accent was what greeted her at dawn that day, even though mid in fight she had accepted she would not see the sun again. It seemed symbolic how he saved her from giving up, from herself. And certainly not after the way their relationship went from mutual curiosity to blind semi-professional trust. Harper did not need a "friend" to console her: if she had wanted that she would have stayed around Sam - she needed someone unfeeling but understanding enough to see through her and consciously let it be.

She remembered it clearly - three hunts into their relationship - a month after their first encounter - they were sharing a hotel room. Two beds, late night after a hunt, she lied on her side and quietly cried. It was a demon hunt. The memories were too much. Arthur came into view and stared at her for a couple of moments before walking to his own bed.

- I'd say you can talk about it when you want to, but I doubt you will ever feel the necessity, - a brief caress of his hand against her shoulder. He did not try to relieve her, he allowed her to get to her own way of coping. For that Harper was grateful more than ever. - We all have skeletons in our closets, it's the downturn of the job.

Oh, dear Arthur, we are both now  aware you knew far too well what you were talking about. Harper doubted any hunter had a closet cemetery as large as Ketch's.

Yet... Even after that - the awkward reuniting with the Winchesters, being pulled away from him as she came back to her old friends and witnessing, luckily from a safe distance, how the man she grew to trust without actually knowing him, uncovered darker and darker sides of his personality. What was worst - after she refused to join the BMoL, he would continue to sometimes keep her hunting company, going on like nothing happened. Like nothing changed. Why worst? It let the image of the heartless killer that she should have seen before her now connect and combine with the image of the man who would patch her up on her darkest nights and put a firm hand on her shoulder when Harper was too deep in memory to restrain herself. His presence around her became a reassurance in itself - because he did not have to know to understand. And because he simply had not been there - looking into his eyes Harper wouldn't get reminded of the times when everything was still right, wouldn't get reminded of that one time everything went very wrong. Probably those were the main qualities that helped him win a spot in her heart. Those and his unending casual flirting.

And now? After everything was over, after his very dark side was revealed, the confessions were made and the redemption was played, what did she think of him? The hunter, turned out just a very well trained assassin - he had served the British Men of Letters, he had served Asmodeus - now here he was separated from any commanding he ever had, living a hunting life of his own and sometimes collaborating with the Winchesters. Therewere many dark moments forgotten for the sake of peace. Many more had yet to come up - judging by how Ketch treated his own history and interests of others.

" - I wonder where Mick went, he was always so nice... Nicer than you, anyways. Pity he went away all of a sudden, - Harper mentioned once after a hunt.

- He did not go anywhere. I shot him in the head just like Hess ordered, - Ketch seemed calm and cold as steel. " Sometimes Harper thought that leaving BMoL would change him, but moments like that she realized how slowly the changes - if any - would have to occur. That night she simply walked away, not saying another word.

If anyone ever asked Harper how Arthur's spot in her heart had shifted after all the mess he had caused? She would say that he never even had one... And think that truth to be told there was no flame hot enough to burn him out of her chest - his name carved on her ribs would have been easier to get rid of than the bittersweet affection she harboured for the moral wreck of a man named Arthur Ketch.

If he's as bad as they say

Then I guess I'm cursed

Looking into his eyes

I think he's already hurt

He's already hurt

Despite that Harper never dared pursue a relationship. Why? She was very sure with people like Ketch the only right strategy was not to expect them to be capable of attachment. The flirting, the sweet promising looks he would give her after a well-accomplished hunt... Harper would dream of believing them to be genuine. She was very well aware thinking him in any way genuine was a risk she was not ready to take. She knew Ketch would not mind letting that affair happen - he made that quite clear. She also knew it would mean absolutely nothing to him apart from some company and a warm body in his bed. Arthur Ketch was cold, unemotional and taught himself well not to get attached to anyone - and even if that was not true, he tried his damn best to make it seem so.

Harper sometimes hoped she saw it in his eyes: a silent "please keep safe" when they would part after a hunt, a sparking "I missed you" when they would meet once again. Arthur sometimes hoped she would see it too - very deep in his soul, deeper than he would ever be able to admit even to himself.

In other words, the outcome of the new hunt would have presented itself sooner or later anyways. They were actually quite lucky to have it present itself the way it did.

The werewolf did not seem such a hard target - away from bigger packs, alone terrorizing the neighborhood - just because he could. Problem and solution crystal clear - a hunt where one clearly sees the root of evil is a blessing for a hunter that's used to all the versions of heartbreaking stories. What Harper did not so clearly see was the gun in their opponent's hands. To be more precise: she did see it, but a little too late.

Two gunshots rang at the same time: her silver bullet hitting right into the monster's heart and his normal one - ... Ketch fell against the wall, sliding down to the floor: his left shoulder bled, the bulletproof vest, even though being pierced in the thinner area, had preserved him from being too deeply injured - but not kept completely safe from wounding.

Several seconds of silence - making sure the werewolf is not a threat anymore - realisation and fear finally hitting Harper.

- Ketch?... Ketch?!... Arthur! - the hunter was too disoriented to answer and his silence was taken as a bad sign. - Oh Lord, Arthur, no! - gone are the self-restraint and professional coldness: the moment she sees blood on his chest, she rushes to his side, forgetting about everything else in the world. She needs to make sure he will be fine. He has to be. - Arthur, please, don't die on me! Arthur! - she calls for his attention, the hunter slowly regaining his senses.

For a moment there he believes he hears Tony. This reminds him of some of his unlucky hunts from the years before, though back then he had certainly had it worse. Besides this definitely was not Tony.

Tony would have said "Ketch's down" and carry on with the hunt, eyes on the target, and when the deed was done she would pass him with a short "How is it?" - more out of politeness than genuine caring. That was exactly what she did the only two times he had been seriously injured infront of her.

- Ketch, answer me right this instant, don't you dare fading out! - panic in her voice, genuine. The idea of someone caring as much as to panic at the thought of his death seems too good to be true - for him at least. Arthur feels hands investigating his chest, checking for the wound: cold thin fingers running over his blood-covered skin. Not Tony - Harper.

- I'll live, darling, it's nothing too serious, - attempting to sound confident, but his voice is rasp. It's nothing serious, but it hurt nonetheless: the blow on the shoulder was much harder than anticipated and the bleeding needed to be stopped.

Harper looks into the light blue, borderline grey eyes - he is staring up at her, his gaze unguarded only for a moment that lets her see the uncommon softness and hope in his expression - just for a moment - she believes the things she guessed about him were true, she believes the pain visible in his eyes is true, only by accident revealed to her. The state lasts only a couple of moments - but even that is more than enough for his visible emotions to imprint into her mind.

Arthur Ketch was able to feel. Arthur Ketch could be in pain. Arthur Ketch was capable of needing help.

I said "Don't be a jerk, don't call me a taxi"

Sitting in your sweatshirt, crying in the backseat ooh-ooh

I just wanna dance with you

Hollywood and Vine, Black Rabbit in the alley

I just wanna hold you tight down the avenue ooh

I just wanna dance with you

It was a wonder that the hotel clerk did not stop them on their way - Ketch looked positively dying - Harper was quite sure there was no legal thing that could have happened to him that would have explained this appearance. This was the reason normal hunters chose motels: less suspicion. Harper briefly wondered where he got the money to maintain his former lifestyle, since he was stripped of the BMoL funding, but she guessed there were other sources on his side and he was just too stubborn to change his ways.

When they stumbled into his hotel room, Arthur made a move to drop himself on the bed, but Harper grabbed him by the collar swiftly, dragging him away in the other direction.

- Ketch don't you dare stain the sheets, they'll report us, - she mumbled, pushing him to enter the bathroom and dropping him to sit on the edge of the tub.

He would have laughed if the sudden movement had not caused sharp pain to shoot through his damaged shoulder, making him wince. Alexandra. He had wondered for so long whom Harper reminded him of and out of all moments they shared it was this that made him realise. The memory reappeared in his mind so vividly now.

"Artie, no! Don't go to your room, you'll stain your carpet! Mum will kill us!" - and the older girl held him under his arms, guiding him to the kitchen.

He still remembered it: the years before school, before Kendricks, him and his sister mostly alone in the house with parents constantly away. Alexandra had brought him up before Kendricks had. Alexandra had a lovely voice, she would read him bedtime stories, she would sing to him, she was kind and caring - probably the only human being in his life that ever seemed to care. When he went to Kendricks was the last time he had ever seen her... Well, alive. Alexandra was kind and caring - and that was probably the reason why she had not made it through the training. In fact her death might have been the only reason why he survived and made it to the top - having no one care about you has a benefit: you don't have to care about anyone too.

After his sister's funeral life had never felt the same and Arthur had been quite certain before that it was for the better. Now, watching Harper rush about, trying to find the medical kit to help him, he thought that he had been terribly wrong all the damn time.

How long has she known him? A couple of years, not more, but the relationship between them reached beyond the borders of friendship or companionship. That little american hunter - the first time he saw her he thought she was suicidal, the second one - bold and full of sass. The following months proved her well capable of combining both while turning out to be so much more, one of which being: to be able to love Arthur Ketch. Of course he knew she loved him - this was among those traits in her that he openly treated with polite contempt and deep down envied more than anything.

He watched Harper come to his side, sliding his hunting gear off his shoulders - her movements so gentle, her eyes filled with worry and guilt.

- I'm so sorry Arthur, I should have... - you're always sorry. You always think it is your fault and none else's. This was most probably the main reason why it was so easy for him to openly reject her feeling: they both knew she loved him, they both knew he saw it, he toyed with her so many times, being suggestive, flirting. "As long as I enjoy the physical aspects of having an affair, the emotional attachment that other people believe necessary to form is rather pathetic" - he told her once. He actually said that, those were his words. I would like to fuck you as long as you shut your disgustingly human little heart. She stared at him for a moment, her beautiful face almost successfully hiding the hurt - then turned away silently, shrugging her shoulders. He was being a jerk. Harper never stopped him from that, Harper seemed to take it all in and believe he was right, believe that her feeling for him was utterly pathetic. That it was her fault.

- It was no one's mistake, love, it was an unlucky accident. Besides it didn't turn out that awful, - he trailed off. She was cleaning his skin over the wound now, preparing to apply stitches. Arthur could sense a little shudder in her at the word "love". He was so used to saying it that he forgot about all the connotations it held. Lord, was he bad at this.

Harper continued her work silently. She felt him studying her face and prayed to be finished as quick as possible - she did not need another heartbreaking hope and she had already made the mistake of looking into his eyes that night. When the last stitch was done, she turned away to put the materials aside and sensed him straighten up behind her back - Harper felt he wanted to say something else, but she could not give him that opportunity. She almost thought he would die that night - seeing him on the floor made her blood run cold - she did not need any more pain to add to the aftermath of the shock.

- I'm going to my room, but please call me if you feel worse during the night, - she spoke, not turning to face him, ready to walk out of the bathroom. Harper felt his hand grab her wrist in a rushed movement and turned abruptly only to see him staring back at her with unguarded softness in his eyes. The only time she remembered Arthur look at her like that was when she twisted an ankle during the hunt all due to his mistake. It scared her a little to see that expression on him.

- Why won't you just stay to keep an eye on me? - his voice low, with an undertone she so often heard when he flirted with her.

- You're a big boy, Ketch, we both know that even stitching you up was superfluous, you can perfectly well tend to yourself, - a smile. Harper tried to brush it off jokingly, ready to make her leave, but his grasp on her wrist only grew stronger.

- Stay.  At least for this night. Please, - the smile disappeared from her face. He sounded wounded, he sounded like he really pleaded. Harper broke away from his grasp, taking a step back.

- You don't need a... - she shook her head.

- But I do, - he stood up, taking a step towards her, not letting her increase the distance between them. His fingers came up to caress her cheek gently. - Harper, stay, - she shut her eyes, standing still and quiet for a couple of seconds, seemingly fighting back emotions.

- You don't mean this, - she said, looking up at him sharply and confidently, but in a moment, failing to restrain herself, she continues more quietly and softly. - Why do you have to be so cruel to me? - he could see tears brimming in her eyes.

They stood frozen in front of each other, her face so close to his, her eyes watering - not because of this particular evening, but because of all those times before he had behaved in similar nature. It was the first time she had so directly addressed the issue of her feelings for him. "Why do you have to be so cruel to me?" She seemed to be waiting for an actual answer. Why was she always so kind to him? Like he was normal, like he didn't hurt her? Arthur leaned down, his hand still cupping her cheek, his lips touching hers gently and firmly.

Harper closed her eyes - not as a girl would do in a pretty romantic movie - she shut her eyes, pressing her eyelids together, holding her breath, shuddering. A single tear ran down her cheek.

When they parted, though his face still stayed just a few centimeters away from hers, Harper opened her eyes again, her breath shaking.

- Arthur...

His free hand circled her waist, pulling her closer to him, as his fingers slid away from her cheek,  moving behind her head, running through her hair. Arthur leaned close to her ear, his breath ghosting over her neck.

- Because I hate how you make me feel like I can still have a life, like not everything is lost. I hate how you make me feel worth being cared about and able to care. I hate how you make me feel, - he said that rushed and quiet. Pressing his front to the side of her head, breathing deeply.

- And what if you are lying? What if this all is for the sake of one night? I'm tired of guessing if you have a soul or not, Arthur, I'm too worn out, - she wispered after some time, leaning her forehead into his uninjured shoulder.

- Then trust me this one time. I promise. Please.

- Why?

- Because I need you. I need you to feel alive.

Arthur felt her let out a deep breath, her petite form pressing itself to his, her arms sliding behind his back to hold him close. She raised her head, freezing for a moment before their eyes met, then leaning up - their lips meeting now less gingerly than the first time.

- Does that mean you'll stay?

- You're such an asshole, Ketch...

- I know.

Harper hid her face in his chest, sobbing quietly, her form shacking, worn out both physically and emotionally. Arthur kissed her temple softly, caressing her back, for once feeling like he did everything right. For once feeling like they had a chance.

Happiness is a butterfly

Try to catch it like every night

It's escaping from me into moonlight

[bisexualcrowley]

Dance with the Devil

Pairing:  Lucifer (supernatural, ooc) x Fem! reader

Summary: Lucifer is being forced from the Winchesters captivity to the cage once again, so he and Y/n make the most of their last moments together

Content/warnings: Angst, forbidden love, mutual pining, songfic, kinda fluffy if you squint? 

Word count: 1,342

“Hey, Luce” Y/n called softly as she paused in the doorway, offering a sad smile as the man she had grown so fond of looked up from his position in the devil’s trap. “I know they say never to dance with the devil, but why don’t you help a girl out and let me give it a try”

Lucifer looked broken in that moment, one leg curled up to his chest and the other stretched out in front of him as blue eyes fighting back tears stared up at his friend, but he mustered a weak smile before getting to his feet, confident exterior returning with the silent steps bringing him to the edge of the devil’s trap.

Taking his movement as a yes, Y/n pressed a button on her phone, Michael Buble’s “You don’t know me” echoing throughout the barren room as she slid the object into the pocket of her jeans and walked slowly to the edge of the circle. 

You give your hand to me And then you say hello Lucifer offered a hand to her, eyes locked on Y/n’s as she paused at the edge of the trap, hesitating momentarily before taking the devil’s hand and being led into the circle. 

And I can hardly speak My heart is beating so

No words were spoken between the pair as they swayed in time with the music, Y/n’s hand moving from Lucifer’s to hook her forearms around the back of Lucifer's neck, his own hands circling her waist and pausing on the small of her back before having a change of heart, and bringing them up to pull Y/n into an embrace.

And anyone can tell You think you know me well

Well, you don't know me

Y/n tucked her head against Lucifer’s neck, sighing contentedly as he shifted his head down to rest his chin on top of Y/n’s. The man trembled as he took a deep breath, trying to commit the scent of her shampoo to memory before he was sent back down to the pit. 

No, you don't know the one Who dreams of you at night And longs to kiss your lips And longs to hold you tight

A hand stroked through Y/n’s hair, down her back

Oh, I'm just a friend That's all I've ever been 'Cause you don't know me

Y/n sniffled, shutting her eyes against the tears threatening to spill down her face.

For I never knew The art of making love Though my heart aches with love for you

The rough denim of Lucifer’s jacket rubbed against her skin, the contrast between it’s abrasive surface and the softness of his head again her’s bring the hunter a strange sense of comfort

Afraid and shy I let my chance to go by A chance that you might love me, too

The pair moved side to side ever so slightly, at this point barely dancing, more hugging while stepping in a circular pattern

You give your hand to me And then you say goodbye I watch you walk away Beside the lucky guy

They fit together so perfectly. Everything they had, everything they had become, it seemed miraculous to Y/n, and knowing they were about to lose it all in less than an hour broke her, unable to imagine a life without the man in front of her in it

You'll never never know The one who loves you so Well, you don't know me

Y/n fought against the doubt in her mind, knowing that she had already messed enough by falling in love with Satan himself, for allowing herself to get close, to be dancing with him right now. Then again, she thought, what’s one more little thing, after all that, and so she opened her mouth to speak

For I never knew The art of making love Though my heart aches with love for you

“Luce, I...” Y/n pulled her head away from it’s resting place on the man’s shoulder, moving to lock her own eyes onto his, a hand sliding onto his cheek as a sob escaped her lips. “Shhhh, darling, you don’t have to say it. I know. I do too.” He whispered, pressing one hand over top of Y/n’s on his face and his other coming up to wipe away the silent tears falling from his love’s eyes.

Afraid and shy I let my chance to go by A chance that you might love me too

Y/n’s breath shuddered as she inhaled quickly, rubbing her thumb over Lucifer’s. “Then you understand why we can’t, Lucifer, no matter how much we want it”

You give your hand to me And then you say goodbye “I know, darling, I know. I just... I wish you didn’t always have to do the right thing, wish we could have this, be happy, with none of the consequences” Lucifer squeezed Y/n’s hand, giving her a tight smile before pulling her into a crushing embrace again as they continued to sway to the music.

I watch you walk away Beside the lucky guy, oh

“Imagine if we could freeze time right now... If we could stay here in this moment, forever.” Lucifer whispered hoarsely, his arms wrapping around to pull the hunter impossibly closer. "I am... It’s beautiful”  Y/n’s words came out as a choked sob, no longer able to hold back the tears which now flowed freely down her face, matching the ones trailing from the devil’s eyes.

You'll never know The one who loves you so You don't know me, hmm

“We’ll find a way to be together again, my love, I promise you that this isn’t the end” Lucifer didn’t believe his own words, but did know that he’d fight like hell to make it happen, and he buried his face against Y/n’s shoulder, stifling a sob into the fabric of her sweater.

You'll never know  The one who loves you so Well, you don't know me

The song faded to an end, but neither body let go of the other, frozen in the crushing embrace long after their legs stopped moving. Minutes passed like seconds, the silence of the room enveloping the couple in what felt almost like peace for a time they didn’t know, and they only released each other when the click of footsteps moved from the entrance of the bunker towards the room Lucifer was held in. Y/n couldn’t bring herself to say anything as she stepped backwards out of the devil’s trap, tears brimming in her eyes once again as Lucifer shrugged his jacket off in silence. His eyes held more emotion than words could ever tell, staring adoringly at his love as he held his hand out, offering the jacket for her to take. Y/n’s face drew into a tight smile when she took the clothing, holding the rough denim to her chest with a silent sob. The footsteps drew closer, and Lucifer tilted his head towards the doorway, a sad smile mirroring the one on Y/n’s face as she nodded back at him, and with a final glance, she left the room, quickly walking through the halls and collapsing against a wall out of sight of Lucifer’s room. 

A sob escaped her lips at the sound of Sam and Dean entering the space and she pressed her forearms to her ears in a desperate attempt to drown out the sounds of whatever hellish thing they had to do to send Lucifer back to the cage.

A shout echoed through the bunker, causing Y/n to wince and draw her knees to her chest, but was followed by silence, and she allowed her arms to drop from her head, drawing the denim jacket to her face once again. She knew the Winchesters would come looking for her, would send Cas to find her eventually, but at this moment in time Y/n couldn’t bear the thought of moving, and so there she stayed, crumpled on the ground of the bunker, clutching the fabric.

You'll never know The one who loves you so Well, you don't know me

[where-dreamers-go]

“Birthday Fun” Spn Gabriel x f!Reader

(A/N: This is purely self-indulgent. A birthday present to me to share. I haven’t written a songfic in years. Maybe four or five years. Also happy birthday to my twin sister ( @ivorydragoness44 ) who helped proofread and edit this with me! You’re awesome!

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1,315 words)

It was your birthday! Congratulations, you had made it through another year involved with hunting monsters and knowing the Winchesters!

Well, you did prefer research over physically going on hunts. Yet, there you were out of the safety of your home and on a motel bed with your laptop. A notebook with notes jotted across multiple pages, more than one tab open on a browser, and the Winchesters out questioning people in town. Not exactly what you pictured doing on your birthday.

Dean had promised to buy a cake for the three of you to have some sort of celebration. Any sort of normalcy in a hunter’s life should be cherished, you couldn’t deny them that. Plus you adored Sam and Dean like brothers.

Stomach feeling as if it was going to growl, you shut off your laptop and headed for the door to go get something to eat.

You opened the motel door to go outside, but was met with what could easily be taken as a jazz club. The aesthetic was there.

“What…?” You laughed.

There were limited ways that could had happened and you were really hoping there was trickery and not a monster involved.

Taking a chance, you stepped inside. People populated the area either at the small tables, the bar off to the side, or the dance floor in front of the dark stage.

Does this place actually exist? You asked yourself.

The moment your shoes stopped where the tables started, lighting directed attention to the stage. Clapping erupted as a lone figure appeared on the lit stage. Their back facing the awaiting audience.

Is that—?

“Ladies and gentlemen…this is Mambo Number Five.”

“Ohmygod. Gabriel.” Your jaw dropped open before your face split into a grin.

One snap and a live band took their place on either side of the stage.

The musicians started to play their instruments to a very familiar rhythm.

Gabriel’s hips followed suit, moving from side to side.

Your shoulders twitched to the beat.

Up on the stage Gabriel spun around to face the audience. All of which were quite enthused. He held up a finger.

“One. Two. Three, four, five. “Everybody in the car so come let’s ride…” He sung and gestured with a finger, beckoning you closer. “To the liquor store around the corner. “The boys say they want some gin and juice, but I really don’t wanna.”

snap

A path of colorful confetti weaved across the floor from your feet, between the tables, and towards the dance floor.

“Beerbust like I had last week. “I must stay deep ‘cause talk is cheap. “I like Angela, Pamela, Sandra, and Rita. “And as I continue, you know they’re getting sweeter.” He threw his hip to the side and you let out a laugh.

The people in their seats were loving it and the ones out on the dance floor were more so.

You took the first few steps onto the confetti as Gabriel continued singing enthusiastically. As only he could.

“So what can I do? I really beg you my Lord. “To me flirting is just like a sport.”

Did someone close to the stage just swoon?

“Anything fly, it’s all good let me dump it. “Please set it in the trumpet.”

You beamed as you reached the edge of the dance floor. At this rate your cheeks were hurting from smiling so much.

“A little bit of—.” You sang out reflexively.

“—Monica in my life, “A little bit of Erica by my side.”

“‘Ay!” You threw your arms in the air.

Gabriel’s smile brightened the stage.

“A little bit of Rita’s what I need, “A little bit of Tina’s what I see, “A little bit of Sandra in the sun, “A little bit of Mary all night long. “A little bit of Jessica here I am,” he extended his arms out. “A little bit of you makes me your man!”

Without fear of embarrassment or anyone bothering you, you boogied your way out on the dance floor. The other dancers easily made room as you allowed yourself a creative outlet. It was your birthday after all. Might as well have fun.

Up on stage, Gabriel strutted to the beat.

“Mambo number five.”

Happily, you danced closer to the center of the dance floor.

“Jump up and down “And move it all around.”

Everyone around you circled their hips on cue.

“Shake your head to the sound, “Put your hands on the ground.”

Dancers moved in sync as you readied yourself for the next set of lyrics.

“Take one step left.”

You did.

“And one step right.” You sang along.

“One to the front and one to the side. “Clap your hands once.”

clap

“And clap your hands twice.”

clap clap

“And if it look like this then you’re doing it right.” He winked at you.

You struck a pose before singing along to the chorus.

“A little bit of Monica in my life, “A little bit of Erica by my side. “A little bit of Rita’s all I need.”

The people in the room were all suddenly dancing in sync once again, the only difference was that they were doing exactly what you were doing.

“A little bit of Tina’s what I see. “A little bit of Sandra in the sun, “A little bit of Mary all night long, “A little bit of Jessica here I am. “A little bit of you makes me your man!”

Well, alright, you thought and danced to your heart’s content. Gabe is my absolute favorite!

It was like living in a musical or a dance movie where everyone knew the steps regardless of practice.

You grinned up at Gabriel as you and the others covered the dance floor with various movements. The live band was an excellent touch.

“Trumpet.”

The instrument sounded.

“The trumpet.”

The instruments rose to the occasion.

“Mambo number five,” Gabriel snapped his fingers and you were there beside him. “Ha, ha, ha.”

You both shared a grin.

“A little bit of Monica in my life, “A little bit of Erica by my side. “A little bit of Rita’s what I need, “A little bit of Tina’s what I see. “A little bit of Sandra in the sun, “A little bit of Mary all night long. “A little bit of Jessica here I am, “A little bit of you makes me your man!”

During the next session of instrumental, you found yourself twirling around the stage with him. Kicking your legs out to the beat and whatever felt right and spontaneous in that moment.

“I do,” he grabbed your hand. “All to “Fall in love with a girl like you.” Gabriel pulled you even closer.

The grin on your face could not have been any bigger.

“Cause you can’t run and you can’t hide.”

He twirled you away from him, and then spun you back against his side.

“You and me gonna touch the sky.” Again, he twirled you around in front of him to take center stage as only you could.

The audience had since all taken to the dance floor and were in a joyous uproar upon the sight of you.

You doubted that you would ever have a moment like this in reality, so positive and joyful, that you were not going to waste a single second.

So as the song was coming to a close, you had the crowd jumping and dancing without a single care in the world.

“Mambo number five.”

The musicians continued playing their instruments as the audience lived it up. The song at its close.

“Happy birthday, (Y/N).”

The instruments ceased and you hopped over and hugged Gabe tightly. It was indeed the most memorable birthday that you had ever had, and you were going to cherish it. It was only too bad that Sam and Dean were not there to experience it as well.

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(A/N: “Mambo No. 5 (a Little Bit of…)” is by Lou Bega. I literally first remember listening to that song in 1st grade. I mean, I guess it was a radio version maybe. Not sure, but I really hoped you enjoyed this insert reader whether it’s your birthday or unbirthday!

If you love my writings and want to support me, I have a Ko-Fi where you can buy me a coffee. I would be eternally grateful. coffee

Best wishes and happy reading.)

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[unique-high]

After Hours Fm Raido Masterslist

Welcome to AFTER HOURS FM RAIDO where we bring you the hottest hits and the latest news! I'm your host, UNIQUE-HIGH, and I've got a great lineup for you today, including the brand-new single from Kim Namjoon and an exclusive interview with Kim Hoonjoong. So stay tuned and let's get this party started!

Geto

Dating Bada Lee Would Include

requested: clingy drunk bada

Namjoon x blk fem reader

2. Namjoon x blk fem reader

3. Namjoon x blk fem reader

Tonight We're Dancing |Idol Namjoon x Blk Fem Reader

Yoongi X Blk Male OC

In between the pages of you | YOONGI X BLK FEM READER

Jungkook x you

San & you are the main characters in the K-Drama, nevertheless.

This is how you fall in love intro chapter Mingi ff

Ateez x you songfic

Ateez San x blk fem reader

Ateez with their s/o

Ateez x blk fem reader imagine

Sunscreen | Mingi x Blk Fem Reader

Requested: ATEEZ x S/O sharing their food or drinks with them

BONNET | ATEEZ X BLK FEM READER

REQUESTED ATEEZ S/O YOUTUBE LIVE STREAMER

Plug Daughter | Ateez Hongjoong x Blk fem reader NSFW

This is how you fall in love Mingi x blk tomboy fem reader

Time Stamp RIIZE Wonbin X Blk Fem Reader

Keep Wanting You RIIZE ANTON X BLK FEM READER

Requested: Boyfriend Material | RIIZE SUNGCHAN X BLK FEM READER

(Requested) I could fall in love with you | RIIZE IDOL EUNSEOK X BLK FEM READER

5:46 pm | RIIZE WONBIN X BLK FEM READER

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MARK LEE X BLACK READER | HOME

NCT 127 X S/O WITH LOCS

Hanbin x Blk Fem OC

Stray Kids Imagine

Requested: Cha Eunwoo

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SUPERNATURAL

DEAN WINCHESTER X BLK FEM READER

Somebody's problem Dean Winchester x Blk Fem Reader

[lustfordespair]

DAMN WHIPPING TOGETHER A SAD ASS ONE SHOT AHAHAH IMMA CRY-

[fangirlxwritesx67]

I Didn’t Want to Need You Dean Winchester x Reader 1900 words Warnings: sex, mostly. Feelings, pining, hope.  Song:  “I Didn’t Want To Need You” by Heart. ...

Baby, I never gave my heart to anyone, oh no Used to think that love was a game I used to make it just for fun

It was really something, how perfectly a song could express what you were feeling when you couldn't even find the words yourself. Dean shook his head and pressed the Impala's gas pedal down harder. 

He had a long drive to make in a short time, but it wasn't just the miles he had to cover. He had to close the distance between what he had done and what he wanted to do. He had to try and get back someone he had lost.

When we spent the night together Didn't mean it meant that much Now I just can't live without your touch

Dean remembered the case where they had met, vaguely -- monsters terrorizing a college town, and her younger sister in danger, text messages about the case. 

He remembered her final text more clearly, her offer to take him out to dinner and show her appreciation. Dinner was just another meal, but he never forgot what came next.

The Impala, in a dark corner of the parking lot. 

The way their teeth knocked together during their hasty first kiss. 

The feel of her warm skin under his fingertips.

The sounds that fell from her lips as their bodies came together. 

He could see her face in flashes, in the headlights of passing cars, but he remembered her expressions like snapshots: desire, wonder, passion.

He remembered waking up in her dorm room bed the next morning, and the oddest feeling of being at peace.

I didn't want to need you, no I didn't want to want you like I do I didn't mean to fall Didn't want to care at all I didn't want to need you Like I need you now

Dean remembered thinking that was the end of it, that when he drove away, he'd leave her behind with the case. 

He didn't remember who texted first, or when it became a daily thing. He did recall his surprise when he realized he was falling asleep with his phone in his hand and checking it the moment he woke up, waiting to hear from her. 

I can't get no sleep 'Cause I keep thinking of you all through the night Oh yeah

Dean smiled wryly as the miles rolled away under the Impala's tires. Driving to meet her again seemed all too familiar.

The Winchesters were constantly on the move from case to case, no real place to call home. As often as he could, Dean found ways to take a road that led to her. 

Even once they moved into the bunker, she was close enough that he could see her sometimes. He didn't remember every detail of every night. What he did know was that every moment spent with her was bright. 

Dean could never put into words exactly what she meant to him. They weren't dating, not really, but there was something that kept them coming back to one another, over and over. 

Whatever he called it, what the two of them shared was special. It was different, she was different than anything else in Dean's life.

They didn’t talk specifically about a future together. But he did assume that they had years to figure it out.

My eyes can't wait to see you again My arms can't wait to hold you tight oh yeah And when you're laying here beside me There is nothing else I need Never thought that this could ever be.

He did remember, so clearly, the moment he realized he had been wrong. They had been lying naked in one another’s arms, enjoying that post-sex bliss, when she told him that she was saying goodbye. She was moving back home, back East, after graduation. 

Dean remembered the look of hope in her eyes as she waited for him to say something, anything, that would keep them together. He remembered the way that hope faded when he didn’t -- because he didn’t have anything to offer her. 

I've always been free To leave when I want to leave But it's not up to me anymore I didn't want to need you

Driving back to the bunker, leaving her behind, felt like leaving a part of himself behind. He pounded his fists on the steering wheel, cursing. Why did everyone he loved always have to leave?

Love. 

He loved her and didn't want to lose her. But the life of a hunter didn’t provide stability or safety. He couldn’t ask her to give up everything for him.

When he pulled up at the bunker, he put his head in his hands. One tear slipped down his cheek. He was so torn between wanting her and wanting what was best for her. 

He woke up the next morning with an ache in his chest. He felt hollow and breathless like someone had kicked him. Every time he thought about her, he felt like he was choking.

He didn't know how to plan for a future with her. But thinking about a future without her ripped the bottom right out of his world. 

He paced the halls of the bunker, shaking his head and clenching his fists as he argued with himself. His mind and heart were choked by memories of her, by dreams of the future he had let slip away. 

I didn't want to need you, no I didn't want to want you like I do I didn't mean to fall Didn't want to care at all

It was after midnight when Dean gave up on trying to sleep. 

Finally, he grabbed the keys to the Impala and hit the road. He didn’t really have a plan for what he would say. He just knew that he needed to see her again. 

She knew who he was, knew what his life was. He didn't have much to offer, but everything he had would be hers if she wanted.

He drove all night, letting himself remember all the good times that they had shared. Letting himself dream of holding her again. Letting himself hope. 

I didn't want to need you But I need you now

Dean arrived at her door just as the sun came up. He knew his face was scruffy and his hair was a mess. 

He knocked and she opened the door. His eyes locked on hers. 

Had she gotten even more beautiful overnight?!

His heart was pounding so hard he was pretty sure she could hear it from where she stood. 

“Dean,” she gasped, her eyes going wide with surprise. 

He took one step towards her and held out his hand. Next thing he knew, she was in his arms. She nuzzled into his chest and he felt like his heart stopped. 

He whispered her name, his voice low and ragged.

For a minute he just savored the feeling of having her close, of her skin under his hands. She fit so perfectly into his embrace, her head tucked under his chin and her body against his. 

Then he slipped a hand under her chin and tilted her face up to his. Her gaze was locked on him, wide open and hopeful. She was the only person in the world for him.

Their lips met in a searching kiss that started out sweet and ended up desperate. 

Dean leaned his forehead down to hers. He was afraid that if he started to speak, he would start sobbing instead. 

Finally, he choked out a few words: "I need you. Baby, please don't go."

She nodded wordlessly. 

She held out her hand and pulled Dean into the room, closing the door behind them. Inside, he pushed her up against the wall. She threw her arms around his neck as they kissed hungrily. Her fingers ran up into his hair as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

His hands cupped her ass to pull her closer to him. She ground against him where he was already hard. He pinned her hips back with his own and she whimpered.

"Wait," she gasped, "Hang on." 

She took his hand and together they ran up the stairs and to her bedroom. As she locked the door, Dean covered her neck and shoulders with kisses. 

She spun around to face him and reached for him.

"I can't let you go," he said, wrapping her in his arms. "You, me, we'll find a way to make this work. I'm not exactly sure how. My future is always uncertain, but I know I don't want a future without you. 

Please, I need you."

She nodded, hesitant at first. Then she reached up to cradle his face in her hands. "Dean, I've been waiting for you to ask me. I need you too. We can figure out the future, as long as it's together."

He lowered his mouth and kissed her again. Then he pressed her back on the bed. For just a moment, he paused to take in the beautiful sight in front of him. She was naked except for a bra and panties, her skin pale and soft. Her cheeks were flushed and her breasts rose with every heaving breath. Her face had that look that Dean knew so well, of desire and wonder. 

Dean knelt down between her thighs and leaned over her. He ran one hand down over the curve of her waist, caressing her leg as he drew her panties off. She rolled her hips open for him.

"Please, Dean," she murmured. She reached for his shoulders to pull him down to her. 

He kissed her as he rocked into her, eating up all the little soft pleasure sounds that she made. Once she had taken him all in, he dragged back to thrust harder. The way she shuddered underneath him made him groan out a curse and move faster.

He was frantic for her, desperate for them to get lost in each other. Her hands wrapped around his arms, grabbing him, holding him. Their bodies moved in sync, pushing one another, begging one another. Together they were erasing their loneliness and loss. 

She arched up against Dean, her knees shaking and her hands curling into fists. He watched as her eyes glazed over. He watched as she pressed her head back, her mouth dropping open in a breathless moan. 

He watched as long as he could, pressing into her deeper as if he could disappear into her entirely. Then he closed his eyes and let himself go.

Dean felt all of his doubt and fear for the future fade away. All that mattered was being together. All that he cared about was having her, holding her. 

As they lay in bed together, tangled in one another's embrace, Dean felt it again- that sense of peace that he knew he only got from being with her. He knew they had a long road ahead of them. 

But now that he had her in his arms again, he was never going to let her go. He caressed her face with his hand, bringing her eyes to his.

"I love you," he said. "I need you."

... @coffee-obsessed-writer tossed out this song prompt a couple of weeks ago. I listened to it and immediately picked up what she was talking about.  Actually writing it, though, was tougher. I wrote about 3 times as many words as what actually made it into the story. I’d like to thank @thoughtslikeaminefield and @there-must-be-a-lock for dedicating an amount of time to this story that was wildly disproportionate to the finished length! I wrote and rewrote and sulked and wrote and argued and wrote again. Thank you, both. ...

SPN First Last and Always: @dawnie1988 @divadinag @flamencodiva @fookinghelljensensthighs @idreamofplaid @maddiepants @magssteenkamp @onethirstyunicorn   @the-chocolate-moose  @there-must-be-a-lock @tloveswriting

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Midnight

Pairing: Crowley x reader

Word count: 1,430

Masterlist

I know I'm different

Than what you expected

But I've been playing a role

It's time that you know the truth

Crowley always had to play a part. When he was Fergus, he always lied and fought for anything he had. Then as a demon he did whatever it took to become powerful and dangerous, no matter the cost. He knew when you broke down at a crossroads one night and he came to see what was happening that you didn’t expect him.

He tried to play the part of a terrifying demon looking to steal souls, but he just couldn’t do it. He wanted you, a stranger at the time, to see him as a comforting presence; at least for that one night. But he found you countless nights after that, always masquerading as a sort of supernatural guardian for you. Now, after two years, he wanted to come clean.

You may not want me anymore

I'm not what you've been looking for

But under these pieces and parts

Is a beautiful heart and it loves you

“Crowley, you seem different tonight. What’s wrong?” After the first few months you knew each other, Crowley would stop by to see you every few days rather than only when you were having a rough day. He was always kind and thoughtful, and was never distracted. Tonight, he was looking over his shoulder constantly and appeared to be waiting for something.

“It’s nothing, dove. I just have something I need to tell you.” He took a deep breath and steeled his nerves. It was only a matter of time before Castiel and the Winchesters saw you while in town for their case and he needed you to know the truth before then. “I don’t think you’ll want me around once I tell you, but you deserve to know. Y/N, I-”

“Love me? I’m guessing. Unless I’ve been reading all of this wrong. If it helps, I love you and nothing could make me not want to be with you, Crowley.”

“You might want to wait until I’m done to say that. I do love you, but there’s something else too.”

So meet me at midnight

Find me by moonlight

I've been waiting for so long

To feel like I'm whole

“Look, I don’t care what the three of you say. I know Crowley and I’m not leaving him. Ever.”

“Y/N, please. Whatever you think you know about Crowley-”

“I know he’s a demon! I know what he does and exactly who he is. It doesn’t matter to me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m meeting him tonight and I refuse to be late.”

Castiel and the Winchesters couldn’t understand what was happening. When they arrived in town for their case, Crowley appeared out of nowhere and told them to leave immediately. When they finally pressured him into mentioning you, he grudgingly admitted that he kept everything supernatural away from you because he couldn’t see you hurt. They could all tell how much the cold, angry demon loved you, so they tried to make sure you knew what you had gotten yourself into.

More than what you see

Please don't define me

This is bigger than you and I

He knew his love for you would outweigh everything in the end. He’d do anything for you and that wouldn’t change. You could see when you saw him that he couldn’t be defined as just a demon now. In loving you, he had become more than you could put into words.

So give me a chance

And meet me at midnight

He couldn’t afford to wait in warning you when a new threat loomed over the world. He left you a message to meet him at midnight, just like always. He needed to tell you how to protect yourself because he couldn’t keep the supernatural away from you anymore.

Always told what to believe

Now nothing is quite what it seemed

It's a battle of head versus heart

Can't tell them apart like before

When he met you, everything changed. He always knew everything, always knew what was best for himself. But now he was all turned around. His heart was screaming to drown out his head and he couldn’t tell the two apart like he used to. Every single minute was spent thinking of you and he knew he was hopeless now.

But the truth is concealed in the lies

I've decided I'm done trying to hide

“I’ve tried to keep so much from you, Y/N. I should have trusted you with everything after telling you what I am, but I wanted to keep you innocent a little while longer.”

“Crowley?”

“I’m done hiding. I’m done hiding you. I want to show you everything.”

I won't sit back and watch the world burn

When I know it's my turn to fight this war

So meet me at midnight

Find me by moonlight

“Do we have to train at midnight? Can’t we go to your demon hideout or whatever to learn?”

“Dove, what exactly is a demon hideout supposed to be? I really need to educate you on demons. We’re meeting at midnight because that’s what we’re used to. I like it.” He repositioned the angel blade in your hand so it was more comfortable, then set you loose on the practice dummy.

“I guess I’m just glad it’s my turn to help you fight this war. I don’t want the world to burn without me even knowing it.”

I've been waiting for so long

To feel like I'm whole

More than what you see

Please don't define me

This is bigger than you and I

So give me a chance

And meet me at midnight

You understood how studying lore could be boring, but it wasn’t with Crowley. He sat beside you reading through each passage together and sharing details the books forgot. If he wasn’t so focused on worrying about you facing monsters someday, he’d be melting into the feeling of completion you gave him.

“So you went from human to demon, then you almost became human again and now you’re back to your full demon power?”

“I suppose, yes. But it feels less intimidating when you call it ‘demon power.’ I’m more than that.”

“Oh, of course you are.” You know he’s just being dramatic, so you tease him a little. “You’re my proud demon king and so much more.”

Fog starts to lift, is my mind playing tricks?

Cause you look like home

Then I know this real, I trust what I feel

You proved yourself more capable than the Winchesters expected when Crowley was in danger. He was sprawled on the ground trying to gather the strength to stand when you appeared over him, slashing with your angel blade, grabbing the gun Sam tossed to you, and firing at the monsters.

Honestly, you looked like home to him more then than ever before. He figured his head trauma must have been messing with his mind. Why would you feel like home when you were fighting the supernatural for his sake? But he ultimately decided to trust the feeling as you got a free moment to help him to his feet.

That neither of us has to be alone

You don't have to be alone

So meet me at midnight

Find me by moonlight

“Get some rest, Crowley. I mean it. Just because you’re a demon, that doesn’t mean you don’t need to take some time after the fight we had tonight.”

You turn to walk out of the guest room, but your demon calls for you to come back.

“We don’t have to be alone; right, dove? It’s midnight, so we should be together.”

“Of course dear. You never have to be alone.”

I've been waiting for so long

To feel like I'm whole

More than what you see

Please don't define me

This is bigger than you and I

So give me a chance

And meet me at midnight

Crowley watches you help the Winchesters and Castiel pack up and get in the Impala. You don’t mind the boys, Crowley knows that, but you’re both pretty happy to send them on their way. You know they’re still trying to wrap their heads around your relationship, so until they’re ready to stop trying to define it they can keep driving. All that mattered to either of you was that you felt whole together. And you would never stop your midnight meetings, even when they went from moonlit rendezvouses to quiet conversations on your couch between movies.

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First Love Never Die (Second Chances)

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

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

Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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4 years later

You woke up screaming.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your heart stopped as you saw him.

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

“Dean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dean nodded sheepishly, and you exhaled sharply.

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

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

“Oh,” you replied thickly. “Oh.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know,” he murmured.

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

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

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

“Yeah. You have any leads?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

You watched him for a moment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have…”

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

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

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

“Yeah. I get it. Trust me, I get it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah. You too. Stay safe, alright?”

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

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

“Seeya, Y/N.”

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

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

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

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