#supernaturalfanfic

[burntsecrets]

A Hunter’s Guide to Holiday Care

Pairing: Dean Winchester and Reader

Word Count: 1589

Prompt: @fluff-cember Day 2: winter flu

Summary: Dean takes care of you during flu season.

Warnings: Flu symptoms, depiction of illness and physical discomfort, mild language, references to coughing fits and physical weakness, mention of medical care (cold medicine), light humor about illness, emotional vulnerability, caretaking dynamic, intimacy through hand-holding and close proximity

You wake up in a haze, disoriented and sticky with sweat, your head pounding like a drum. Every inch of your body feels weighted like you’ve been cemented to the mattress. The air in the bunker feels too cold, even with the hum of the heating vents overhead, and you burrow deeper under the flannel blanket someone must have thrown over you while you were out. Flu. The nasty, relentless kind.

Your throat is raw, your nose is an embarrassing mix of stuffed and running, and every time you cough, it feels like your ribs are trying to punch their way out of your chest. Perfect. You groan, shifting slightly, only to hear the door creak open.

Dean strides in, carrying a steaming mug in one hand and a bottle of cold medicine in the other. His green eyes scan you critically, but there’s no mocking smirk, no sarcastic comment. He’s wearing his usual uniform of jeans and a faded black T-shirt, but his hair is a little mussed, and there’s a subtle droop in his posture, like he’s been pacing or running errands you don’t remember asking for.

“Well, you’re alive,” he says, his voice a blend of dry humor and something softer. “Barely. Look like crap, though.”

“Feel worse,” you croak, voice barely above a whisper. It’s hard to say more; even talking feels like a monumental effort.

Dean chuckles low, shaking his head as he places the mug on the nightstand and sets the cold medicine beside it. “Yeah, figured. Got your meds, some soup—don’t ask what’s in it; just eat it—and, uh, entertainment.” He gestures vaguely toward the TV on the dresser. You glance over to see a cheesy Christmas movie already queued up. Twinkling lights, fake snow, and actors way too cheerful for your current state fill the screen.

“Is that Holiday in Handcuffs?” you ask, voice barely audible.

Dean shrugs nonchalantly, but you can see the faint flush creeping up his neck. “I remember you said once it was your favorite holiday movie. Figured it couldn’t hurt. Not like you’re watching Die Hard in this condition.”

You let out a weak laugh that quickly dissolves into a coughing fit. Dean’s immediately at your side, placing a steadying hand on your back as you double over. His palm is broad and warm, the pressure grounding you until the coughing subsides.

“Jesus, take it easy,” he mutters, his tone gruff but not unkind. He pulls a box of tissues closer and thrusts them into your hand. “You hack up a lung, and I’m not cleaning it up.”

You wipe your nose and sink back into the pillows, utterly spent. Dean unscrews the cap on the cold medicine, his expression twisting in irritation as it resists. “Stupid thing,” he grumbles, shaking it like the lid might magically pop off. Finally, with a satisfying click, he hands it over, careful not to spill.

“Bottoms up,” he says, watching you like a hawk. You grimace as the thick, syrupy liquid slides down your throat, and Dean snorts. “What, too fancy for cherry flavor?”

“It’s awful,” you manage, wincing.

“You’ll live,” he retorts, grabbing the mug of soup and placing it in your hands. The steam rises in delicate swirls, but when you take a sip, the taste is... underwhelming. It’s warm, sure, but there’s no seasoning, no flavor beyond the faint hint of chicken broth.

Dean notices your hesitation and narrows his eyes. “Don’t even start. I followed the recipe. Mostly.”

“Mostly?” you rasp.

“Okay, so I skipped the part with the spices. Sue me,” he says, crossing his arms defensively. “Not like I keep a spice rack in Baby’s trunk.”

Despite everything, you smile. The soup isn’t great, but it’s warm, and it’s Dean. He could’ve left you to fend for yourself, but instead, he’s here, fumbling his way through what has to be his least favorite role—caretaker.

As the afternoon drags on, Dean refuses to leave your side for long. He keeps himself busy, fussing with blankets, refilling your mug with tea, and grumbling every time you so much as sniffle. When you return from the bathroom, you find Dean, perched on the edge of the bed, stabs at his phone with one finger, muttering something about "Christmas movies" and "Sam's stupid suggestions."

“What are you doing?” you croak, your voice rougher than gravel.

He barely glances up. “Finding something less... sparkly. Seriously, how does anyone enjoy this crap?” he mutters, flipping through the options. “Where’s the explosions? The car chases? It’s all snowflakes and—oh, look, another goddamn mistletoe scene.”

He makes a dramatic gagging noise as another cheesy romantic gesture plays out on the screen. “This is a no-chick-flick zone, remember? Rule number one.”

You muster a weak smile, though it quickly turns into a cough. Dean tosses the phone aside and hands you a tissue like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His hand brushes yours for a moment, warm and steady, and you catch a flicker of something in his eyes. Maybe concern, maybe embarrassment—hard to tell with Dean.

“Is that why you’re still here?” you rasp, dabbing at your nose. “Cause this feels suspiciously chick-flicky to me.”

Dean snorts, crossing his arms over his chest like he’s defending himself from the accusation. “Look, you’re sick. Can’t have you wandering around half-dead infecting everybody else—especially me. This is survival, not sentiment.”

“Uh-huh,” you murmur, raising an eyebrow. “So it’s not because you secretly enjoy the sappy holiday romance?”

His jaw tightens, and he glares at the screen as if it personally insulted him. “Okay, first of all, no. Second, I’m not staying here ‘cause of the movie. I’m staying ‘cause someone’s gotta make sure you don’t die from lack of fluids.”

You laugh weakly, though it fades into another cough. Dean sighs, running a hand down his face. “Fine,” he mutters, leaning back against the headboard. “Maybe I’m breaking my own rule. But don’t get used to it, okay? This is a one-time deal. You’re sick. That’s the only reason I’m letting this slide.”

Your smile softens as you glance at him, his arms crossed, boots propped on the bed frame, a grumble on his lips but undeniable warmth in his eyes. “Thanks, Dean,” you whisper.

“Yeah, yeah,” he says, waving a hand dismissively. “Just don’t tell Sam. He’ll never let me live it down.” 

Hours later, as the sky outside darkens, Dean’s still there. He’s stretched out in the chair beside your bed, his legs sprawled out and boots resting against the edge of the mattress. The TV flickers in the dim light, a cheesy Christmas movie filling the room with soft chatter, though it’s clear his focus isn’t on the screen. His gaze keeps drifting toward you every time you shift or let out a quiet cough, his features softening just slightly in that way he’d never admit to.

“You’re not half bad at this,” you murmur, your voice raspier than usual, the words barely audible over the sound of the TV.

Dean’s head snaps toward you, eyebrows lifting in mild surprise. He snorts, leaning forward and planting his elbows on his knees. “Don’t get used to it,” he says, the usual edge in his tone softened by something warmer. “I’m not about to start knitting you sweaters or reading bedtime stories.”

“Shame,” you manage, offering him a faint smile. “You rock the whole ‘caretaker’ vibe.”

He rolls his eyes, shifting in the chair like he’s trying to get comfortable but failing miserably. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, Chuckles,” he mutters, though the corner of his mouth twitches, betraying the grin he’s trying to suppress. “Next time you get sick, I’m calling Cas. Let him deal with the mucus and misery.”

Your weak laugh quickly morphs into a cough, and Dean is on his feet before you’ve even finished, hovering with an uneasy blend of concern and awkwardness. He rubs the back of his neck, muttering something about getting you more water, but instead, he pulls the chair closer to the bed, then changes his mind again and sinks onto the edge of the mattress.

“You’re gonna break that damn chair if you keep flopping around in it,” you tease weakly, watching as he settles beside you. His presence feels grounding, steady, even if he pretends not to notice the way you relax as he leans back against the headboard.

“Flopping? You’re delirious,” he shoots back, though he doesn’t move to leave. Instead, he stretches his legs out, crossing his ankles and resting one arm along the back of the bed frame like he belongs there. “This doesn’t mean I’m staying,” he adds after a beat. “I’m just... making sure you don’t roll over and die in your sleep or something.”

You don’t call him out on the obvious lie. Instead, you let your hand rest on the edge of the blanket, and after a long moment of silence, you feel the weight of his hand brush against yours. It’s tentative, uncharacteristically soft, and when he doesn’t pull away, neither do you.

The bunker grows quieter as the night stretches on, the low hum of the TV blending with the sound of your slowed breathing. You drift off, comforted not just by the warmth of his hand but by the steady, undeniable presence of Dean Winchester at your side. And as sleep claims you, you know that badass reputation or not, Dean is more than capable of caring for the people he loves. Right now, that person is you.

@spnfanficpond @fluff-cember

[dw19791967]

That Type of Girl Part 3

Pairing: Dean x reader (Eventual), Sam x reader (Platonic)

Warnings: language, unrequited love, angst, mentions of torture, mentions of self-hate.

This is the third fic I have ever written, all mistakes are my own. Please be gentle on me!

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What does one wear to church? I wouldn’t know since I never really went as a kid and as an adult well, once you know who God really is, it can be hard to get past that. 

I decided on a long oversized maroon sweater, black leggings, and boots. I never really was a heels girl. Sure, I could handle a wedge or boots with a chunky heel, but I definitely wasn’t the type to wear six inch heels. I decided to leave my hair in its natural state, but I did twist my bangs together and pinned them back. I can’t braid, no matter how many times I have tried to learn. So twisting two pieces together is my go to, especially to get hair out of my face. I applied my regular makeup routine. I do it for me, not to impress people. I may be overweight and unappealing in other aspects but my makeup is something I am proud of. Years of practice have helped make it easy, and quick.

I walked out of the bathroom ready to go. “Alright boys, let’s do this.”

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When we arrived at the church not a ton people were there. There was a small group gathered. A few women, they seemed to be in their late 20’s and a couple of men who seemed to be around the same age.

“Ok Y/N you ready? Remember, Dean and I will be here if you need us. We are going to try to scope the place out a bit” Sam looked at me. I am glad he was confident in my people skills, cause right now I am not. I do fine talking with people I know and even strangers. But the pressure of trying to force a conversation can be a struggle sometimes. And since Dean didn’t seem too confident in my skills earlier, I have been dreading this. How is it that the man who is supposedly my best friend, doesn’t believe I am capable of doing something I have done a hundred times before. 

“I guess.” I started heading towards the group of people.

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We just arrived back at the motel. Sam sat down next to me “Well we found nothing, we checked all over the place. Nothing suspicious, no sulfur or EMF.” 

“Yeah and all the single chicks were a bust too.” Dean smiled.

Of course he would be worried about chasing tail.

I sighed. “Ok, I talked to a group of people at the church. They mentioned a guy Sarah worked with, his name was Ryan not sure on last name (Sarah was the most recent victim). They also mentioned Sarah had a crush on a dude at the church, Marshall. And last one, she had talked to Rick quite a bit at the church. One of the ladies said Rick has just been in town the last 2 weeks. Something seems off with Rick, but I’m not really sure what.” I looked over the case files again. I always like to make sure I am not missing anything.

“Well since we are at a stand still, I say it’s time to hit the bar. We need a break from researching and thinking.” Dean stood up.

“Maybe you're right, we can take a break and come back to it later.” Sam looked at me. “What do you say Y/N?”

“I think I’m going to stay here, try to figure out what is happening. Something is wrong in this whole equation.” I kept reading the files. I am also not in the mood to see Dean flirt tonight. But I will keep that thought to myself.

“Well party pooper, call if you need us.” Dean patted my shoulder. 

Maybe a break from the boys will do me some good.

I had just changed into a t-shirt and took my makeup off when there was a knock at the door. I figured one of the boys was back and forgot their key.

“I swear you guys can’t survive without me.” I headed for the door.

I cracked the door open. Rick. What the hell is he doing here?

“Hi Y/N, I hope you don’t mind me stopping by. I just wanted to check on you and see if you maybe needed anything.” He rubbed the back of his neck. A nervous tick maybe.

“Um, I appreciate that. How did you know I was here?” This is weird for sure.

“Oh my aunt owns this motel, so I checked with her and she said you were here. She also mentioned you had two guys with you. Are you going to let me in?” He smiled at me.

“Uh, I guess.” I grabbed my knife and stuck it in the back of my leggings. A girl can never be too safe.

“So who are the guys here with you, brothers?” Rick made his way into the room.

“No, just friends. They came to be supportive. Can I get you a beer or water?” I had told the group of people at the church I was a cousin of Sarah’s, since she had no family in town it was an easy lie.

“I’ll have a beer, thanks.” I handed him the drink. “So where are your friends?”

“Out, they should be back shortly.” I was getting nervous. Something was not right here. 

“Oh I doubt that Y/N. You know Dean always enjoys working on his night moves.” Rick's eyes flashed black. Next thing I know everything went black.

Oh I am so screwed.

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“Wakey, wakey sunshine. God, I can’t believe how stupid you are for a hunter. Who the hell lets someone they barely know into their hotel room?" Rick poked at me.

We were in an abandoned warehouse. I was cuffed to a chair. This wasn’t exactly how I planned on my night going.

“Well, what can I say? I’m prone to making stupid decisions. So why don’t we just cut the foreplay. What do you want? ” I smiled.

Whack. Damn. I almost had forgotten what it was like to get the shit knocked out of me.

“You know, all of the women I took. There was nothing exciting about them. I mean they wonder why they are single. Maybe it’s because they are so damn boring. But you, I mean besides being overweight and homely, there's a certain spark to you. And once I found out you were a hunter, well you had to be my next victim.” He smoothed my hair out.

“So are you doing this for shits and giggles or is there a bigger agenda you are playing into?” He made his way over to a table and brought back a knife. Great.

“Oh sweet Y/N, of course I am doing this for me. You see, I have played by all the rules and followed the main man's plan. But it’s time for me to shine and this is just the beginning. So whatcha say, are you ready to have some fun?” Rick started to slice into my arm.

Lucky for me, I have a high pain tolerance.

“You see, you were an easy target. Your self esteem is so low. Plus can’t forget your little crush on the elder Winchester. What makes you think he would ever look at you twice?” Rick now started slicing my thighs. “I mean you have a pretty face for sure, but you know Dean prefers his women slim. You will never be that type of girl ya know?”

“Screw you. You don’t know the first thing about me. I mean you do realize anything you say to me, I have either heard or said it to myself a thousand times before? Way to be creative.” I laughed. I have always been stubborn. I’m sure as hell not going to stop now.

“You know, you are really starting to get on my nerves. How about I find a way to shut that pretty mouth up. I doubt the Winchesters would even miss your annoying ass.” Rick punched me in the face.

I spit blood out of my mouth. I hope he gets this over with soon.

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[novafics]

l Tech Angel l

Castiel X Reader

Warnings: Nothing much just fluffy goodness

Summary: Late night research turns into more after teaching Cas how to use the computer.

Word Count: 408

Masterlist

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“I will never understand you humans and knowing how to use all of this technology” it was currently late at night in the bunker, Sam and Dean had long ago gone to bed in preparation for the next days hunt, You and Castiel however decided to stay awake in order to get in as much research as you both possibly could before you all set off in the morning. It was becoming more and more clear that you were getting along much better than your winged friend was.

“You're not even on the search bar Cas” you stated trying your very hardest not to laugh at the angel’s struggles. You would have thought that angels would already know how to do everything before they got down here, them being all knowing beings and all but that has proved to be far from the truth as you watched on as Cas hap haphazardly started typing single letters on the keyboard not understanding how it wasn’t knowing what he wanted it to do.

“Here let me help”, you started getting closer to Cas scooting in next to him and leaning in a little more than necessary just to be that much closer to the angel. “This is how you use it, see?” you stated looking over at him, though due to your height difference you were more likely looking up at him even though you were both sat next to each other. As you looked over towards Cas however you saw that his focus was not on what you were showing him on the computer but instead focused on your face the entire time.

You don’t know whether it was the close proximity you both shared or the love sick face that he had as he stared into your eyes but in this moment you were so thankful of your decision to sit just that bit closer.

You both sat there in a comfortable silence staring at one another as Cas closed the gap between the two of you and kissed you with such intensity it quite literally took your breath away. “Who needs to understand technology when I have the smartest person in the world?” That statement was far from the truth, you weren't the smartest but to Cas he fully meant it and just knowing that fact made you feel so loved and appreciated that you fell more in love with the angel, if that was even possible.

[justmytype95]

Absolutely no one asked me, but my personal head cannon is that Lisa was the first chick to ever do @nal with dean and since he's in denial about being bi it's the closest to experimenting with that while staying safely straight and out of all the women deans been with she's the one that made him feel like that stuff could be safe and normal and that's what kept bringing him back to her

[fullpenguincupcake]

The Enemy Within: A Supernatural fanfic +18

The fluorescent light buzzed above Ethan Kane’s head, casting a sickly yellow glow over the motel room’s faded floral wallpaper. He stood by the window, tugging absently at the collar of his worn leather jacket. Outside, the Nebraska town was dead quiet, save for the occasional rumble of a distant truck on the highway. The room smelled like stale cigarette smoke and despair, fitting for a place where people came to disappear.

Ethan’s fingers traced the edge of the photograph on the cracked wooden desk. A family of three, smiling under a streetlight. The wife’s face had been ripped off, her husband gutted, and their child—a little girl no older than six—disappeared without a trace. The crime scene photos were worse, but he didn’t need to see them again. The blood patterns, the ritual marks carved into the walls, they all told him the same story. Something inhuman had been here. Something ancient and powerful.

He folded the photo and tucked it into his pocket, his jaw tightening as he turned away from the window. His boots crunched against broken glass on the floor—leftover evidence from the last guests who hadn’t made it out alive. Ethan wasn’t afraid of dying, not anymore. But he hated this part of the job: the waiting, the tension that coiled in his chest like barbed wire.

The door creaked open behind him, and he spun instinctively, hand reaching for the gun holstered at his side. His trigger finger twitched when he saw the figure standing there, silhouetted by the dim hallway light. Tall, broad-shouldered, with an aura that made the air feel heavy, like the sky before a storm.

“Don’t shoot,” the man said, his voice low and smooth, like velvet scraping over steel. “I’m not here to kill you.”

Ethan didn’t lower his weapon. “You don’t look like housekeeping.”

The man stepped into the room, and Ethan’s breath hitched. Piercing blue eyes locked onto his, unnervingly calm. There was something about them, something otherworldly that made Ethan’s skin prickle. The guy looked human enough—dark hair, sharp jawline, a black trench coat that probably cost more than Ethan’s entire wardrobe—but there was no mistaking the faint shimmer around him, like heat waves rising off pavement.

“Name’s Cass,” the stranger said, tilting his head slightly. “Cassiel.”

Ethan’s grip on the gun tightened. “An angel? In Nebraska? What the hell are you doing here?”

Cass raised a brow, unimpressed. “Same thing you are, apparently. Hunting.”

“Not yours to hunt,” Ethan shot back, anger flaring hot in his chest. “Humans bleed just fine on their own without celestial meddling.”

Cass’s lips quirked into a faint smile, though his eyes stayed cold. “Funny. I was about to say the same thing about hunters.”

Ethan bristled, taking a step forward. “You got a lot of nerve walking into my investigation like you belong here.”

“Your investigation?” Cass echoed, crossing his arms. “You think you’re the only one who cares about what’s happening in this town? This isn’t some half-assed demon summoning. Someone’s killing humans to reclaim power. And if you’d bothered to look past your own ego, you’d realize you’re way out of your league.”

Ethan’s cheeks burned, but he didn’t back down. “And you think you can do better? Angels haven’t exactly been angels lately.”

Cass’s expression darkened, his lips pressing into a thin line. For a moment, the room seemed to grow colder, the air crackling with tension. Then, just as suddenly, the tension broke. Cass sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Fine. You want to play this game? Let’s play. But don’t come crying to me when your stubbornness gets you killed.”

Before Ethan could respond, a deafening roar shook the building. The walls trembled, and the lights flickered violently before going out altogether. Ethan barely had time to register the sound before the window beside him shattered, glass flying everywhere. He ducked, shielding his face with his arm, and cursed loudly.

When he looked up, Cass was gone.

Shit.

Ethan scrambled to his feet, pulling his gun from its holster. The motel room felt smaller now, claustrophobic, with the darkness pressing in from all sides. He reached for his flashlight, but before he could switch it on, a shadow moved in the corner of his vision.

“Looking for me?” Cass’s voice cut through the silence, closer than expected.

Ethan whirled around, flashlight beam landing squarely on Cass’s chest. The angel didn’t flinch, his blue eyes glinting in the harsh light. Ethan opened his mouth to tell him to watch his goddamn back, but the words never left his throat.

A guttural growl ripped through the air, and the ground shook beneath them. Ethan stumbled, catching himself on the edge of the desk. When he looked up, his heart sank.

The rogue angel loomed in the doorway, its massive frame blocking out what little moonlight filtered through the windows. Its skin was pale and cracked, glowing faintly with a sickly green hue. Blood dripped from its fingertips, splattering against the floor with a wet thud. Sharp teeth gleamed in a wide, predatory grin.

“Found you,” it snarled, its voice dripping with malice.

Ethan raised his gun, firing without thinking. The bullet hit the creature square in the chest, but instead of hitting flesh, it ricocheted off, embedding itself in the wall behind it. The rogue angel laughed, a sound so unnatural it sent shivers down Ethan’s spine.

“Is that all you’ve got?” it taunted, stepping closer.

Ethan’s mind raced, trying to think of a plan. He glanced at Cass, who stood motionless, his eyes fixed on the creature. The faint shimmer around him had grown brighter, his presence filling the room like a living flame.

“Cass!” Ethan barked, desperate for any kind of help. “Do something!”

Cass didn’t move. Instead, he tilted his head, studying the rogue angel with an eerie calm. “You’re bleeding grace,” he said softly, almost conversationally. “It’s killing you.”

The rogue angel’s grin faltered, its glowing eyes narrowing. “Shut up.”

“No,” Cass replied evenly. “You’re burning out. Even if you kill us both, you won’t survive much longer.”

Ethan didn’t understand what was happening, but he could see the effect Cass’s words were having on the creature. The rogue angel took another step forward, its movements jerky and erratic.

“Stay out of this,” it growled, its voice cracking.

“Make me,” Cass said, his tone as smooth as ever.

For a moment, it seemed like nothing would happen. Then, with a deafening roar, the rogue angel lunged.

Ethan reacted on instinct, diving out of the way as the creature barreled past him. He hit the ground hard, pain shooting up his side, but he ignored it, scrambling to his feet. He grabbed his knife from its sheath, ready to fight, but Cass was already moving.

The fallen angel stepped forward, his trench coat billowing around him as if caught in an invisible wind. His hands glowed faintly, runes appearing on his skin like tattoos coming to life. The rogue angel hesitated, its glowing eyes flickering between Cass and Ethan.

“Choose,” Cass said, his voice commanding. “Fight me, or run.”

The rogue angel snarled, its body trembling with rage. It chose poorly.

Ethan’s breath hitched as the rogue angel lunged at Cass, its massive frame cutting through the dim motel room like a shadow come to life. The air crackled with tension, the faint hum of celestial energy filling the space between them. Ethan tightened his grip on his knife, his eyes darting between the two beings locked in a deadly dance.

“Cass!” he shouted, but the fallen angel didn’t turn. His focus was razor-sharp, his movements fluid despite the creature’s erratic attacks. Runes glowed brighter on his skin, their light casting eerie patterns across the cracked walls.

The rogue angel snarled, its jaws snapping inches from Cass’s face. Ethan’s heart pounded, a mix of fear and something else he couldn’t name—something hot and primal that curled low in his gut. He hated this feeling, hated how helpless it made him feel, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding before him.

Cass sidestepped the creature’s strike, his trench coat swirling around him like a storm. His hand shot out, fingers brushing against the rogue angel’s arm, and with a sharp crack, the creature stumbled back, howling in pain. Its glowing eyes flicked toward Ethan for a brief moment, and for an instant, he felt naked under that gaze, as if the monster could see every secret he’d ever tried to bury.

“Stay back, Ethan!” Cass commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos. “This isn’t your fight!”

Not my fight? Ethan clenched his jaw, resentment simmering in his chest. Like hell it isn’t. He wasn’t some bystander, some fragile human waiting to be saved. He was a hunter, damn it, and if Cass thought he’d just stand there and watch while the bastard almost took his head off…

Before he could think better of it, Ethan surged forward, his boots slamming into the fray. The rogue angel swung wildly, its claws raking the air where Ethan had been a second earlier. He ducked, his body moving on pure instinct, and brought his knife up in a smooth arc. The blade connected with the creature’s side, sinking deep into flesh that sizzled and smoked upon contact.

The rogue angel screamed, a sound that scraped at Ethan’s nerves like rusty nails. He yanked his knife free, ready to strike again, but Cass was already there, his presence commanding and unyielding. The fallen angel’s glowing runes flared brighter, their light almost blinding, and with a single motion, he shoved the rogue angel back, sending it crashing into the far wall.

“I told you to stay back,” Cass said, his tone sharp but not unkind. His blue eyes met Ethan’s, and for a moment, the world seemed to shrink down to just the two of them. The intensity in those eyes was overwhelming, a mixture of anger and something softer that Ethan couldn’t quite place.

“Yeah, well,” Ethan retorted, his voice rough, “looks like I’m making this my fight now.”

Cass’s lips twitched, almost like a smile, but the expression was gone as quickly as it appeared. The rogue angel was stirring, its massive form shifting as it pushed itself off the floor. Its glowing eyes fixed on them, fury burning bright within its hollow sockets.

“Stay close,” Cass murmured, his voice low enough that only Ethan could hear. “And whatever you do, don’t look away.”

Ethan nodded, though the command made his stomach twist. He didn’t like being told what to do, especially by someone who—what? Wasn’t even human? But as he moved to flank the creature, his pulse quickening with each step, he found himself oddly comforted by Cass’s presence. The fallen angel was calm, steady, a counterpoint to Ethan’s own frantic energy. It was strange, how easily they fell into sync, despite their differences.

The rogue angel charged, its roar deafening. Ethan dove to the side, rolling to avoid its massive claws, while Cass stepped forward, his hands glowing with celestial energy. The runes on his skin pulsed, their light growing brighter with each passing second. The creature tried to dodge, but Cass’s movements were precise, calculated, and with a flick of his wrist, he sent the rogue angel stumbling backward once more.

“Now!” Cass barked, his voice cutting through the chaos.

Ethan didn’t hesitate. He lunged forward, his knife aimed at the creature’s exposed flank. The blade sank deep, and this time, the rogue angel’s scream was tinged with desperation. It lashed out, its claws grazing Ethan’s shoulder, but he gritted his teeth and held on, driving the knife deeper until the creature finally collapsed, its glowing eyes dimming to ash.

For a moment, there was silence. The motel room seemed to hold its breath, the only sound Ethan’s ragged breathing and the distant hum of Cass’s fading runes. He straightened, wincing as pain lanced through his injured shoulder, and glanced over at the fallen angel.

Cass was watching him, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he stepped closer, his movements measured and deliberate. Ethan tensed instinctively, his bodyprotest ing to the proximity, but he didn’t move away. Couldn’t move away. There was something about the way Cass looked at him, something that made it hard to breathe, hard to think.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Cass said finally, his voice soft but laced with warning.

“Yeah?” Ethan challenged, his voice rough. “Why’s that?”

Cass didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached out, his fingers brushing against Ethan’s injured shoulder. The touch was fleeting, almost accidental, yet it sent a jolt of awareness through Ethan’s entire body. Heat pooled low in his belly, and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe.

“Because,” Cass murmured, his voice dropping dangerously low, “you could’ve gotten yourself killed.”

Ethan swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. “I guess we’ll never know, will we?”

Cass’s eyes darkened, the blue seeming to burn brighter in the dim light. Without warning, he closed the distance between them, his body pressing lightly against Ethan’s. The fallen angel’s scent invaded his senses—something clean and otherworldly, mixed with the faintest hint of smoke. It should have been strange, wrong even, but instead, it felt like coming home.

Ethan’s breath hitched as Cass leaned in, his lips brushing against Ethan’s ear. “You’re reckless,” he whispered, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down Ethan’s spine. “But I suppose that’s part of what makes you… fascinating.”

Ethan’s pulse raced, his brain struggling to keep up with the rapidly escalating situation. “Fascinating?” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. “That’s one way to put it.”

Cass pulled back slightly, his piercing gaze locking onto Ethan’s. There was something in those eyes—something raw and unfiltered—that made Ethan’s heart pound harder. The tension between them was palpable, a living thing that crackled in the air like electricity.

“Tell me, Ethan,” Cass said, his voice dripping with temptation, “what would you call it?”

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ supernatural masterlist ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ dean winchester, sam winchester, john winchester

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ dean winchester. ੈ♡˳

tba.

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ sam winchester. ੈ♡˳

tba.

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ john winchester. ੈ♡˳

tba.

[nayeliq1]

Let Me Keep You

Rating: Explicit

Length: 10k

Pairings: Dean/Cas

Status: Complete

Summary: The one where Dean and Cas are self-sacrificing idiots, forcing them to finally use their words and admit some truths.

Read Prologue under the cut or continue on Ao3 or Wattpad

Prologue

The word was burning.

Not literally. Not yet.

Maybe it wouldn't. Not this time. Not if Cas managed to go through with this.

Of course he had known what Dean was planning. When they'd been told there was a way out of this that required nothing more than the sacrifice of a single willing life, Cas had instantly been sure what would be going through Dean's head. When he'd looked at him, it had simply confirmed what he already knew.

Of course Dean would plan to make that sacrifice. No hesitation, no questions asked.

No thoughts of himself, no thoughts of those around him. 

No selfishness, no faith that someone would miss him, would even care.

Of course, Dean hadn't told any of them that he would do it, but he didn't need to. Cas knew.

He also knew he'd rather die than let that happen. It seemed almost convenient that that was exactly what he could do - die to keep Dean from doing it himself.

The choice had been easy. It hadn't even been a choice, really. 

There had never been anything more important to Cas than Dean's life. 

He didn't tell Dean. For the same reason Dean hadn't told any of them. He knew they'd just try to talk each other out of it, claiming they should be the one making that sacrifice so the other could live.

Dean would never understand that to Cas, giving his life to save Dean wasn't a sacrifice at all. That he'd also be saving the rest of humanity in the same stroke seemed more like a convenient side-effect.

He just needed to act quicker than Dean. 

He had everything planned out in his head, the materials he'd need, the words he had to learn, the silent goodbyes he had to say.

He knew Dean would be furious with him, would rage and curse and grieve. But it didn't matter. It would be too late by then.

And Dean would live. He'd live and move on eventually. He'd forgive and forget and find peace. Maybe even happiness.

At least that was what Cas kept telling himself. 

~oOo~

Everything had gone according to plan, the candles placed in a circle throwing their flickering light on the walls of his room at the bunker, illuminating the marks that had appeared on his body as he recited the words, marking him as a soul worthy and willing to sacrifice its light for the life of many. 

He didn't linger long studying the tattoo-like markings littering his chest though -it was of no consequence anyway- simply pulling his shirt back on and buttoning it with practised, swift fingers, the cut on his palm already healed. 

The familiar weight of his trenchcoat felt comforting as it settled on his shoulders, his hand feeling in its pocket for the square shape of the mixtape, closing around it like a lifeline.

He didn't even need to check to know that his angel blade was there, ready to be of service one last time. 

He had everything he needed, just as he'd planned.

His mind was made up, his prayers spoken, his goodbye letters written and securely placed in the drawer of his bedside table.

Just as he'd planned. 

He had not planned for the door to suddenly burst open, pushed so forcefully it slammed against the wall, the rush of air blowing out some of the nearer candles and bathing the corners in darkness. 

He hadn't planned for Dean to stand in the doorway, his expression a mixture of worry, disbelief and anger.

He hadn't planned for his heart to constrict quite so painfully at the sight of those green eyes staring at him, so hurt as they took in Cas' surroundings, so desperate and accusatory as they met Cas' own.

"You did it, didn't you?"

[cluelessteam]

{~Supernatural Masterlist~}

{~No Pairings~}

Transported into Supernatural:

Ethereal Bonds

A Rift in Reality

Welcome to the Hunting Life

A Hunt for Answers

Unraveling the Mystery

Facing the Ultimate Evil

A Bittersweet Farewell

[unhingedeandm]

Sexy Sweet Yummy - a Castiel x Jeremy Fragrance fanfiction (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/325416985-sexy-sweet-yummy-a-castiel-x-jeremy-fragrance?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=unhingedeandm&wp_originator=XJE0fjW7hUxG%2FakX5Tg6tcWra3v7JmKefP10dCbN5tOiyuBb4nFfCoekPqPNcakI7G8GRTq6gP8e5PxD%2BNZxfJeU1Y6n4nOrQYA3DLbw9R7PPMhiBJMyKwnPEla5E%2Fro A tale of lust, from each side of the story. After Dean's betrayal, Castiel looks for ways to heal. He ends up in the arms of a sexy sweet German, named Jeremy Fragrance. Stay tuned for weekly updates

Adding two new chapters tonight, Jeremy Fragrance fans be warned, his time may be coming to an unexpected halt....

[mink-of-chaos]

Updates!

Hello! Just a quick post to a life update and new account that I'll be using. I know I disappeared for two years but I'm back and in a lot better place mentally and physically. Recently I've been getting back into my true love of writing and writing FanFics. SO! I will be starting a new writing account @thecursedwriterofbebbanburg

As the name suggests it will be an account mainly for The Last Kingdom stories as well as other genres and fandoms such as : Sherlock, Marvel, The Walking Dead, Supernatural, Star Wars and maybe some FNAF Security Breach! I'm looking forward to sharing this with you guys and hope that some of you will join my on my new journey as a public FanFiction writer!

[followafallingstar]

How you meet Michael - Cordelia

Summary: On Michaels first day off since working with Dean and Sam he goes for a walk and sees you playing in the water with your sisters. When he noticed that you were staring at him he investigates and finds a new purpose to fight for. A soulmate.

Pairing: Michael/reader, Michael/witch

Disclaimer: soulmate au

Soulmate au: God created a soulmate for each one of his children. For angels finding their soulmate is one of the most honorable tasks they could achieve due to the amount of luck they must have since the soul of a human mate can be sent to earth at any time during the existence of humanity. But when an angel does meet their other half their loyalty to god switches to their mate, protecting them at all costs. Feelings such as love and lust are only acceptable and archivable for angels when they meet their soulmate and that only to the mate too so acts of unloyalty or cheating don’t exist in their world.

The sun was shining brightly, and the shimmering hues it created were being deflected into the ocean, giving it the beautiful blue color that resembled his wings. Massive, shiny, and paired in six, three on each side. Each one of them is bigger than the lower one. For humans invisible but for you strangely that wasn’t the case, not that you knew that you weren’t supposed to see them.

At first, you were sure he was a freak who didn’t know that Halloween is in October and not in late July but the more you watched the man the more you were sure he wasn’t normal. You asked your youngest sister “Goldie, do you see that?”. While your sister held her gaze in the same direction as you, she didn’t notice anything out of the blue. You frowned, sensing that the man wasn’t just walking around with wings for no reason. Just as you were to turn your back on him and shift your attention to the volleyball you have been playing with in the water, his eyes met yours.

Something about the way he looked at you made you feel vulnerable as if he could read you like a book. And of course, you didn’t know, he could. His eyes wandered, to your dark eyes, your long black hair that was neatly up in a bun, the small silver necklace you wore that had a small star engraved in it, to your blue bikini that matched the color of the water you were in. His color.

His grace flutters and so does his wings. A small yet deep sensation erupts inside of the brown-haired archangel as he looks at you. Your stare didn’t go unnoticed by him, he wasn’t sure why you would give him your attention, maybe you had a sixth sense that could detect supernatural beings, maybe you just found his vessel attractive, or maybe you were that something that was missing.

He could just look into your mind but what would be the purpose of that if you were just a mortal, after all, a lower being? But the feeling didn’t vanish, the feeling of want and need that he felt for the first time since his creation, something he shouldn’t feel.

At first he just wanted to take a walk, take a good look at Earth, the creation his father loved so much. Free time wasn’t something he had a lot when working and living with Sam and Dean in the bunker but when he did have it he tried to spend it wisely. Even if time was something that he had plenty enough of, in the long run that is, as an immortal being.

His feet moved on their own, going down the marble stairs where he had been stopping and walking closer to the beach, his wings folded neatly behind him as he moved.

At the same time, your movement changed too, your eyebrows raised as he came closer. Maybe he was one of your customers at the shop yet that couldn’t be since you remember every single one of your customer's faces or spiritual power. You excused yourself from your sisters, walking out of the water to the nearby beach shop that sold drinks and snacks. As you are about to enter his voice interrupts your busy mind that was occupied with finding out who he could be.

“You are different,” he said. The way he spoke made you shiver, cold and calculated yet so soft. Turning around to him your eyes wander from his sapphire eyes to his wings again. His eyes were fixated on you and as he noticed that your gaze wandered to the space behind him, to his muscles that were his pride and joy the corners of his lips slowly turned up and he gave you his hand to shake.

“My name is Michael,” he said now in a much gentler tone, warm and friendly. You shook his hand, not knowing the future you have been setting for yourself with that move, and answered

“Call me Cora”.

[dw19791967]

That Feeling Part 1

Pairing: Dean x reader (eventual), OFC Tyler

Warnings: language, unrequited love, angst, unwanted kissing.

Trigger Warning: This fic contains unwanted kissing, if that could be triggering for you I would skip out on this one. It is based on some experiences I have had in real life.

*All mistakes are my own!

Sorry for being gone for so long! Had a lot going on. This is going to be part one of a new series. I have no plan of when I am posting and I don't want to make promises I may not be able to keep. Thank you all for your support and love.

-Layla

____________________________

“And where are you off to this evening?” Dean asked me while sitting in the library. 

I went in there to grab my jacket. I figured he would be in his room or out at this point. 

“Going to meet up with a friend, you don’t know them.” I looked at him with a smile on my face. 

Ok, there is a good chance he is going to ask who, what, when, and where. He would never admit it but he was a little over protective of me as I was of him. He and Sam were the first people I had bonded with in forever when we had met two years ago. Sam was a loveable teddy bear, the big brother I had always dreamed of having. Dean….he was different. His cocky attitude, his smile, I knew I was doomed. I knew he would never see me as anything more than a friend so I hid my feelings deep down. I tried to find other ways to occupy my mind instead of dreaming of the perfect life with the older Winchester. That was hard. 

“How did you meet them and where are you going?” Dean didn’t look up from his book. 

“Well it’s a long story but we grew up in the same town and he knew I was living in Kansas now so he wanted to meet up. He’s in town on a business trip. I haven’t talked to anyone from there since I was 16 so I thought it might do me some good to see an old friend. We are meeting at the bar not too far from here but far enough.” I felt like I had to justify myself. Why does he make me nervous?

“Do you need me to go with you?” He finally looked at me. God those eyes. 

“No, I’m a big girl plus I have my knife in my purse if things go sideways which I highly doubt they will. He’s a good guy Dean, don't worry.” I grabbed my jacket and patted him on the shoulder. 

“Sweetheart I will always worry especially when I know you always try to see the good in people.” He went to stand.

I rolled my eyes. “I promise I will be careful, my location is on and you know I will leave if he tries anything.” I grabbed my purse and started heading to the door. 

He grabbed my arm. “Please be careful.” 

“You know I will.” I smiled at him.

_____________________________________________

I was waiting in the bar. I wasn’t nervous before but now I am. The fact that Dean was worried about me was nothing new but it gave me a weird feeling. Nothing bad of course, just a feeling that maybe he does care for me as more than a friend. 

My thinking was distracted when I heard my name called. “Y/N?” 

“Hey, Tyler! How are you?” I stood to give the man a hug.

“I’m doing great, damn you look good.” He winked at me. 

I smiled awkwardly, “Well thanks!” I moved to sit down again. 

“So how have you been?” Tyler asked.

“You know, same old same old, still same job nothing new going on really. What about you?” I suddenly felt nervous. 

“Oh nothing new with me either, hey do you want to get out of here we could drive around for a bit. It’s kinda loud in here.” Tyler moved to stand.

“I guess we can.” I moved to stand as well. 

It wasn’t until we were outside and getting into his car that I felt more nervous than I did before. He drove around and we talked for a bit. Then he pulled off into a field. 

My hunter senses were going off now. What is happening?

“Y/N” Tyler said. 

I looked at him, the next thing I knew he was kissing me. What the actual hell. 

“Please don’t” I said as I pushed him off of me. I got out of the car. 

“Woah hey where ya going?” He got out after me. 

“Listen I don’t know if I gave you the wrong impression or something but I was not ok with that. I thought we were friends?” I asked. I was holding it together fairly well and trying not to cry. 

“Well I just figured since we have known each other for a while now and you were kinda flirty in some of our messages this is where we were headed.” He smiled at me. 

“I’m sorry if I gave you that impression but that was not my intention. I would really like it if you could take me back to my car now.” I hugged my jacket together around me. 

“I’m sorry for doing that. I figured it would be no big deal to you.” He moved closer to me. 

I backed up. 

“It was. You can go, I’ll walk to the road and call an uber.” I am scared now. 

“Y/N please I’m sorry, let’s just talk about this.” 

“It’s ok, just please go ok? I’ll message you later.” I started walking towards the road. 

He got in his car and peeled out of there. Thank the Lord he left.

 Oh God, what happened? How could I be so stupid? Dean is going to be pissed at me.

I pulled my phone out of my purse. Dean had texted me. 

Dean: 

Why are you in a field?

Are you ok?

I’m on my way.

I sat down to wait. I never expected that to happen….

_____________________________________________

I had been sitting there for around five minutes when I heard the roar of Baby.

My head was down when he got out of the car. 

“Sweetheart?” Dean approached me slowly.

He knelt down to me. “Hey, what happened?”

I  broke. I leapt into his arms and began to sob. I am such an idiot. 

I looked up at him, “I’m so sorry.” I continued to cry.

“Hey hey, you have nothing to be sorry for. Look at me Y/N.” 

I looked at him. He had tears in his eyes.

“Let’s go home ok?” He stood back up. He reached his arm out to help me stand. 

We drove back to the bunker in silence. He held my hand the whole time. I had stopped crying at this point and went into auto pilot mode. 

We walked into the bunker. “How about you go get changed and I’ll meet you in my room, ok?” 

I nodded at him.

I went down the hallway and to the bathroom. I decided a shower was a good idea to wash away the shame I had. What girl doesn’t realize when a guy is going to come onto her, what girl freaks out when a guy kisses her. I guess this girl. 

I was drying off when I heard a knock on the bathroom door. I heard Dean speak “Hey I left your pj’s and stuff out here. I’ll head to my room while you get changed.” 

He was being sweet. Of course he was. He knew I needed him right now. How he could always tell, I don’t know how. 

I got changed then headed to his room. He was sitting on his bed, he moved over when he saw me and opened his arms. 

I laid down and let him hold me. I began to cry again. 

“He kissed me Dean.” I cried into his chest. 

He knew why I had issues, we had discussed that before. 

“It’s ok sweetheart, I’m here.” He kissed my head.

“I just don’t understand, we were friends, we had never discussed anything more. Hell, I've only talked to him for a few months now. I should have known better when he wanted to meet up randomly. God I’m an idiot.”

“You are not an idiot Y/N. You didn’t know. He’s the one at fault, not you.” 

“Who freaks out over someone kissing them, that’s not normal!” I looked up at him. 

“Y/N, it shocked you. You weren’t expecting it and he should have asked in my opinion. Especially if there was no hint of the night going in that direction.”

“I’m just crazy. No one is ever going to love me and at this point I don’t even know if I could handle it. I’m a mess.” 

“You are not crazy! Don’t say that about yourself. You are going to find the guy of your dreams some day, someone who takes it one day at a time on your terms, I promise. And if you are a mess, what am I?” He looked down at me. 

“You are my amazing best friend. I should have taken your talk as a hint of how the night was going to go.” I sighed. 

“You didn’t know sweetheart, and like I said you always try to see the good in people even when I don’t think you should. I was so worried. Especially when I saw you were in some random ass field. That guy is an ass and I would like to punch the son of a bitch in the face. I’m just thankful he didn’t try to do anything more. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you Y/N.” 

“I know Dean and I’m sorry. I am going to look into talking to a counselor. I think that could help. Thank you for coming, for saving me.” I sat up and kissed his cheek. 

He looked at me. Really looked at me. There it was, that feeling. The feeling of being scared about how much I cared about him. What scared me even more was how much I needed him. 

“I will always save you sweetheart, always.”

[rcfanfics]

New here! Hi !

I’m new to writing on tumbler, so bear with me while I try to get a grip on this new platform. That said I’ve read many, many fanfics on here and have written a hand full of them on my google docs. Many of which I’m exited to post. I have posted two on my Wattpad and two on my A03 but wanted to stretch my horizon. So with that let me know which ones you would all be interested in reading. Hell, I might do request who knows! 

Fast and Furious

Z Nation

Supernatrual

The Walking Dead

Criminal Minds

Shameless

Peaky Blinders

The Witcher

Teen Wolf

The Arrow

The Flash

DareDevil 

The Punisher

Marvel 

Shadow Hunters

Pirates of The Caribbean

Twilight 

Batman 

Superman

[justmytype95]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Arthur Ketch/Original Female Character(s), Arthur Ketch/Mary Winchester, Dean Winchester/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Dean Winchester, Arthur Ketch, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester Additional Tags: Love Triangle, Spies & Secret Agents, Slow Burn Summary:

Morgan moved cities for a fresh start- and because she needed the bump in pay to help her make payments on her mounting credit card debt. after surviving a vampire attack which turns out to be more than it seems, morgan is pulled to the world of supernatural, monster hunting, and the men of letters. But the men of letters don't like loose ends, and offer Morgan a job with them to keep her closer. At first the bump in pay seems like exactly what she needs to wipe her slate clean, but slowly Intrigue and tension form and she finds herself torn between the affections of two men.

On the one hand, Dean is fun loving and compassionate, and the two share a mutual attraction, but Morgan doubts he's ready for a relationship, with all the commitment and baggage that goes along with it.

Arthur is harder to win over. Morgan isn't sure if his interest in her is superficial, but they form a bond working alongside each other that makes her wonder where the relationship could go.

[jensenismywholelife]

Sam Winchester Fics

Series

One Shots

[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

Daddy’s Girl*

Jensen x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT ((MUST BE 18 OR OLDER! Please.) Oral Sex Fem!Recieving, Male!Recieving, P in V, Rough sex, orgasm control, unprotected sex (wrap it up boys), over stimulation) Strong Language. Basically porn.

Summary: After a date turned sour, two fortunate souls meet and make each others night.

Word Count: 1.8k

Masterlist

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The apartment was a mess, clothes thrown around. His pants on the floor, shirt on the back of the couch. Her dress made it to the hallway as the decretive jewels and shinnies glistened in the city lights that shined through the master bedroom.

The sounds of panting, the sound of skin on skin, the bed making some noise that gave away their nightly activity.

Her moans gave him a sense of pride, he was making her feel this. That only made the noises carry on louder and harder.

The only lights that were on in the apartment were the living room. The bedroom was dim from the city lights outside and the full moon that shined in the clear night sky.

What started as an innocent night out with friends, she was waiting for her date only to be stood up in the end.

Jensen was one of the patrons of the restaurant that was also stood up from his date. He kindly joined her after noticing her sitting by herself the entire thirty-minute wait for her date.

They hit it off in that first half hour. After having enough to drink Jensen offered to walk her home. She took him up on his offer.

After an incident with some drunk passerby from the nearby sport bars in the area, someone was a little too handsy. Things were escalating quickly, and the drunk began to put hands on her that were not in anyway friendly, so Jensen defended her, and he may have punched his face in.

It wasn’t her fault she found it extremely attractive.

“Fuck me Daddy.” She muttered as a harmless joke.

Needless to say, he heard her. He probably knew she meant it as a harmless joke. But something about how she said it and what she said made his cock harden.

Once at the apartment complex, she began flirting really hard.

“Thank you for protecting me, no one’s ever done that for me before.”

“Well, it was nothing.” He managed to get out.

“I want to thank you properly.” She says.

She couldn’t help but feel aroused. She meant it all as a harmless joke but in the back of her mind, she really did want a good fucking.

So, she decided to drop the hint, by placing a kiss on his jaw. Missing his cheek by mere inches.

She heard him sigh deeply.

“I can’t just…” he says. “I barely know you, but I feel like I do know you, like I’ve known you my whole life.”

“And I feel like I can trust you with my life. I feel the same way.” She says.

He can see it in her eyes. The want. The need, the desire for pleasure.

“Can I come in?” he asks.

“Yes sir.” She says, leading him in the apartment complex.

In the elevator on their way up to her floor, the gentle touches, caressing her cheek. He places a sweet kiss on her lips. The kiss being friendly quickly turned passionate which in turn, turned hungry and needy.

Their hands explored their body’s, his hands in her hair. Pulling her hair slightly getting a moan out of her.

The elevator dinged on the correct floor. They pulled out of the kiss, now rushing to her apartment, getting quick chances to kiss each other hungrily.

Entering the apartment, slamming the door behind them, Jensen pins her against the door, kissing her hard. Locking the door behind her. Unzipping her dress.

She slides her hands in his blazer, sliding it off of his broad, muscular shoulders. Throwing it on the back of a nearby chair. He worked his tie off of him feverishly, she helped unbutton his shirt.

They undressed each other as they made their way to the bedroom.

His lips never left hers as he backed her to the bed, forcing her to lay down as he towered over her. Peppering kisses from her lips down her jaw and to her neck. Sucking at her collar bone, earning a moan from her sweet lips. He continued down, caressing her bare breast, his lips latched around the nipple. Lapping his tongue around the hardening bud all while sucking hard enough she let out a strangled moan.

Her body was on fire, and he was adding to the flame. Riling her up to the point she was driving herself crazy.

She felt his lips trace down her abdomen, his hands gingerly hooked at the hem of her panties, gently pulling them down. She lifted her hips to help him get the last article of clothing off of her. He even worked his briefs off of him, his hard cock springing free.

He throws her legs over his shoulders and begins to dive in. A broad swipe of his tongue through her soaking folds caused her to hitch her breath in the back of her throat.

He worked her up high fast that her orgasm hit harder than she would have realized. Her legs trembled as her walls clamped around nothing, oozing, and squirting her release to his awaiting mouth. Him not wasting a single drop. Even making a mess in his scruff.

He worked her through the high, bringing her down back to reality. And his lips found hers again, she tasted her release on his lips and tongue.

She felt his hard cock between her folds, teasing her.

They pull away. Knowing full well they want it.

“We don’t have to, we can wait.” He says.

“I need it, I need you.” She moans.

“I don’t have any condoms on me.”

“I don’t either but I’m clean.”

“Same.” He says.

“Now fuck me daddy. Please.” She begs.

His smirk turns dark and lustful.

“Are you sure you’re ready for daddy’s thick cock baby girl?” he asks, his voice practically growled.

“I’m ready, fuck me daddy.” She whines.

“Fuck me daddy…what?”

“Please, fuck me daddy, please.” She pants.

His lips landed on hers with a hungry kiss as his hips thrust his hard cock through her soaking folds with no resistance.

Her jaw dropped as her eyes rolled back in pleasure.

He held that position, allowing her to adjust to his girth.

“You good sweetheart?”

“So good.” She moans.

“Get ready for a ride sweetheart, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” He growls. Beginning a harsh pace.

Her breasts bounce at his force, he grabbed them with a harsh squeeze, squeezing her nipples. Making her squirm under him.

Adjusting his position, he grabs her headboard, slamming into her hard.

Her eyes rolled back, showing the whites of her eyes to him. Her jaw dropping as her heart began to race. The coil in her abdomen about to snap.

“Hold it, don’t you dare come yet.” He growls.

“I... fucking…ah…I…” she pants as he thrusts harder.

He slowed his thrust to just hard and steady thrusts. Slamming into her hard.

“Not yet.” He growls. She let out a moan, close to a scream.

“I can’t…I…” she pants, coming close to screaming.

“Almost baby girl,” he says.

With a few more thrusts he takes a free hand and harshly rubs her clit, her back arched off of the bed as she came with a scream.

Her walls clamed hard around him, bringing him to his end as he filled her up with his release. The force of the pleasure alone almost caused him to collapse on top of her.

He slowed his thrusts to a gentle rhythm. He’s on his elbows, caging her face in with his as he brushed her hair from her sweaty brow. Clearing her face, showing her blissed out expression. He gave her a sweet and gentle kiss on her lips.

“You okay sweetheart?”

She mumbles something, he couldn’t understand it. It made him chuckle.

“Y/N, just nod then if you’re okay.”

She gave him a tired nod.

He chuckles.

He pulls out of her gently, her hips jerk at the sensation. Earning him a proud smirk.

He went to the bathroom, cleaned himself off, grabbed a fresh cloth and got it wet with warm water and cleaned her off.

She jerked at that sensation as well.

He placed a gentle hand on her bare thigh. “It’s okay sweetheart, just cleaning you up.”

She moans sleepily. He chuckles lightly again.

He puts the dirty rags in the hamper and climbs in bed with her, spooning her from behind wrapping his arms around her as she slept.

 She woke up feeling warmer than usual. She felt strong arms holding her and felt scruff against the back of her neck.

She began to stir awake. Feeling the man in bed with her wake with her. She turns her head to see Jensen in bed with her.

Last night wasn’t a dream. She thought.

“Mornin’.” He says tiredly.

“Morning.” She says with a smile.

“You know, I said I was going to thank you.” She adds.

“Yeah, that didn’t work out too well, did it?” he chuckles.

“Well now I wouldn’t say that.” She says. Rolling out of his arms, she climbs over him, kissing him passionately, working the kiss down his jaw to his collar bone, down his chest.

She worked herself down to his soft hard cock that was slowly getting hard at the arousal he was waking up to.

He pulled the covers away so he could see her.

She looks up at him with big, lustful eyes as she wraps her hand around his cock, her tongue tracing up the shaft.

Jensen’s breath hitched.

And her lips wrapped around the reddening tip, her tongue lapping around the head as she slid her head down, working his hardening cock down her throat.

She kept that slow pace until his hips began to find a rhythm of their own.

She notices his hands were kept at his side; she took one of his hands putting his hand on her head. Telling him it’s okay to touch her.

He held her hair back, collecting it with both hands and holding it all with the one as she worked him up.

“Shit, fuck I can’t…”

She moans, the vibrations around his cock bringing him to his end.

She swallowed all he was giving her.

She eventually pulled off of him with a pop, licking her lips.

“Fuck, that was amazing.” He pants. “You are very much welcome.” He adds.

She giggles.

“God you’re adorable.” He chuckles. Sitting up, hugging her tight, kissing her hard.

When they pulled away for much needed breath, they stared intently into each other’s eyes. His hand caressing her soft cheek.

“May I continue to date you?” he asks.

“Why would I say no? that was the best night and morning ever.”

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Be honest, who all needed an ice bath after this. ;D Hehe.

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