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the-hinky-panda · 2 years ago

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The Tremont Tempest: Chapter 1

Author’s Note: So Chapter 1 was originally posted for the October Fic Fest 10/21: Lycanthropy. At the time I wasn’t sure if I was going to continue it or not so since I am, I went through and added a couple things to this version but nothing major has changed. I figured I would post this as I’m currently working on Chapter Two.

Rating: PG (eventually Explicit)

Summary: With the decision to put Ricky and Sabo in prison for rape and Detective Muncy transferring to Manhattan SVU, Captain Mike Duarte needs a fresh start to take down BX9. That’s when you happen to call, the new Dean of Students at the Bronx River High School.

X349 Bronx River High School

Tremont Ave

Captain Mike Duarte is back to square one.

Well, less that square one now that Muncy left the Bronx Gang Unit to pitch her hat in the ring with the Special Victims Unit, and he was down a detective. But since he finds himself back at the beginning of building a case against BX9, and eventually Oscar Papa, he decides to take a different approach this time.

Family members of BX9 were getting him nowhere. They were either loyal and kept their mouths shut or they were scared and kept their mouths shut. Either way, no one is talking. Jilted girlfriends and baby mamas left high and dry with no support are more than happy to spill the dirt on their on again/off again paramours, but the information tends to be one sided and blown out of proportion. He had been thinking of finding a source he could tap that would be the most unbiased when the answer landed in his lap, or rather his hand.

You had called him, the new Dean of Students at the Bronx River High School in the middle of Tremont. A lion tamer reaching out from the lion’s den.

How you got his number is a question he intends to ask as he approaches the pale yellow building that houses the Bronx River High School. He passes through the metal detectors, just the first lines of defense before having to check in with a front desk security guard behind bullet proof glass, and then buzzed through three metal doors. It’s easier to get into the 44th precinct where he works.

You come out into the small waiting room to greet him, shaking his hand firmly and thanking him for coming on such short notice. He tries to hide his smile as he follows you down a narrow hallway to your office at the way you’re dressed: a nicely tailored gray suit with a pale pink blouse and a pair of beat up Converses. Your hair is dark and curly, only partially pulled back by a dark, glossy barrette. You’re practical and that gives him some hope that this might be a good place to start the rebuild of the case.

“I’m sorry I don’t have much,” you motion to the mostly empty office. “This is my first year as a principal and I haven’t had a chance to set up my office yet.”

“A desk, a couple of chairs, looks good to me.”

You give him a tight smile and he notices the boxes stacked neatly under the window. Every single one of them is labeled in neat lettering, all in the upper right hand corner of the box. Fiction books. Nonfiction books. ELA 11. AP Lang. Decorations.

“You were an English teacher?” He points the boxes behind you and you follow the motion.

“Oh, yes. I was. For twelve years actually.” There’s another tight smile. “I got promoted this school year. Our previous Dean of Students retired early and when the position opened up, the head principal, Dr. Caban, really wanted me to take it. So,” you shrug, “I did.”

He starts to ask why exactly you called when there’s a knock at the door. A tall, thin man in a nice suit and tie steps into the office.

“Ah, speak of the devil,” you say. “Captain Duarte, this is Dr. Caban.”

He shakes the principal’s hand. “I was just getting ready to ask why I was called in? Gangs don’t usually conduct business in schools. Gang members don’t typically even go to school.”

“True, but we’ve been seeing an uptick in some tagging around the school.” Dr. Caban retreats back to the door. “This is more her thing, than mine. I personally don’t know how much help you can be, but she’s surprised me more than once with her approach on issues in the school. So, just let me know if you need anything, Captain.”

Duarte watches Caban give you one last, briefly lingering look, that you fail to notice. It could simply be that you’re focused on arranging folders and papers on your desk and just miss it or it could be a one-sided thing. The more he studies your face, pretty in a natural, earthy way, the more he hopes it’s a one-sided thing with Caban. But then his brain catches up with those feelings, reminding him of all the reasons to not go down that road. His job is too dangerous and he can handle putting himself in danger but not another person. He can’t have another person’s blood on his hands. Not again.

“Okay, Captain, this is why I called you.” You slide a couple pictures over to him. “Like Dr. Caban said, we are starting to see more and more graffiti pieces in the bathrooms, hallways, and classrooms. There was a big surge of BX9 tags after Sleep died and the other two members were charged with rape, but nothing happened per say in the school when it came to blatant gang activity.”

He shuffles through the pictures. There were lots of BX9 tags, along with variations of honoring Sleep’s death, the most common one being “RIP Zzzz.” But then he sees a completely unfamiliar tag. “LCTRP” with two dog ears framing the top of the letters, one of the L and the other on the P. “What is this?”

“This is what I need your help with.” You take a seat behind your desk. You’re sporting a smile that is verging on a laugh. “This is so ridiculous that I hope you don’t think I wasted your time with this. Because of the big surge of BX9’s tags, it’s started to encourage other wannabe gangs to pop up. Most have completely fizzled out but these guys, I’m afraid they’re going to get themselves hurt or worse if they keep up with this nonsense.”

“So it’s a new gang?”

You do laugh at that. “You could say that. They’re a bunch of Harry Potter fans trying to pass themselves off as gang members. LCTRP, which is clue one they’re not actually gang members because really, try spray painting that on a subway wall, which stands for ‘lycanthrope.’ They’re paying homage to Remus Lupin, a character from Harry Potter who was a werewolf.” You sadly shake your head. “Moony would not be impressed with this behavior.”

He actually has to chuckle a bit at this as well even though most of what you said in reference to Harry Potter means nothing to him. “When book nerds go bad, huh?”

“They can’t even really go bad. We found out about them when we caught one of them cleaning their own graffiti off the bathroom walls after school. He told me about the group but is refusing to give up the other members. That’s where you come in.”

“You want me to find the rest of the group?”

“Yes. Just scare them, though. I have a feeling these kids are just playing with something that they don’t actually understand. And with BX9 being so prevalent, I don’t want them to become cannon fodder.”

“So why call me for a group of kids playing at being thugs?”

Your good humor slips slightly. “Because I know you’ve been chasing BX9 for quite a while now. I was born and raised in the Bronx. I love this borough and will do anything I can to help improve it. I figure you wouldn’t be working in gangs if you didn’t feel the same way.”

He nods and you continue.

“Kids talk, have disciplinary and truancy issues, the parents have a lot of interaction with the principals here, it could be a good ground zero for you. Catch these kids at the recruitment stage. That way you can get names of the recruiters, work your way up through the ranks. And if you’re involved at the ground level of recruitment, numbers aren’t being added to BX9’s ranks. That is, if you want to approach it that way.”

It’s a good offer, one that you’ve clearly thought about and rehearsed. This is important to you. Even if it doesn’t shake out, at least he has a connection in the Tremont neighborhood. “Alright. I’ll do it.”

Your smile comes back. “Great! If you want, I can walk you down to our resource officer’s office and get you a security shirt. If he’s around, he can also get you set up with a radio and keys too. That’ll give you access to all areas in the school.”

“Fantastic.”

You both stand up and head out of the office. You stay a couple steps ahead of him, your pace brisk and confident. You nod to a couple kids along the way, tell a couple to go back to class. The kids act like they know you, have known you, for a while. They greet you, are respectful towards you, most even smile when they see you. He can see why Caban wanted you in the position of Dean, you already had established and positive relationships with the kids. You unlock the door to the security office and turn on the light. It’s the size of a cubicle, filled with monitors but no one is in there watching them.

“Resource officer on break? With the rest of the security team?”

You laugh shortly. “You’re funny. Our officer is shared between three other schools and our security team consists of two retired cops who are either golfing or taking a nap in the custodian’s closet. I was hoping someone would have been here but alas.”

That’s a disaster waiting to happen. He makes a mental note to bring in a couple of his guys to also act as security officers around the school. If he’s going to stir the pot, he needs to make sure there’s going to be enough hands on deck to handle what’s going to come to the surface. You hand him a polo shirt with the school name embroidered on it along with a jacket with the same embroidery.

“All the radios sit on chargers over there until someone heads out of the booth. Other than that, I would suggest you conceal carry your weapon for the time being.”

“And should I wear stylish kicks like yours?”

“When an all team call goes out on the radio, I’m running to the location. Can’t do that in heels.”

“So wear my running shoes.”

“Yes,” you smile widely, “Wear your running shoes. I’ll have a badge, key cards and keys ready for you tomorrow morning.”

You turn off the lights and hold the door open for him, locking it when it closes. “School starts at 7:15 so if you want to show up around 7 that should be good. We let out at 2:30. You do what you need to do and let me know if I can help in any way. I’ve taught just about every student here except for this year’s freshmen, and I’ve probably taught their older siblings in that case.”

“Great. It’s nice to have some insider information.”

“If you don’t have any questions for me, I’ll let you look around the school, get the layout down. Wear the security jacket though so no one reports a stranger wandering the halls. It’s pretty straightforward though: cafeteria back there, classrooms down the hallways. There are staircases in the middle of each wing and in the main lobby that lead to the second floor. The basement houses the gym, weight room, and pool.”

He pulls the jacket on and stuffs the polo shirt into the pocket. “I do have one question for you. How did you get my number?”

You give him a slightly confused look. “I just called the number on the back of your business card.”

Back of his business card? “I think I would remember you if I had handed you a business card with my personal number on the back.”

“Personal number?”

“Yeah, you called my private cell phone line. I’m just wondering how you got that number?” Ever since he had worked undercover and Sleep and Ricky had found out where he lived, he always made sure to keep his information private. The Dean of Students at a high school having his personal cell number didn’t raise too much worry but if you had it, who else had it?

You clench your jaw and cross your arms, clearly annoyed. “My friend gave it to me. She told me to call and have you come out to the school. I’m now wondering if your number wasn’t given to me by accident.”

“Who’s your friend?”

“Grace Muncy. We grew up in the same neighborhood, over by Little Italy here in the Bronx.”

Muncy, of course. He knew she wouldn’t leave the gang unit high and dry. She knew how hard he took the DA’s decision to go with the rape charges and not pursue the route that could have lead to Oscar Papa’s arrest. She didn’t want to leave him completely empty handed and she didn’t.

She handed him you. He’s going to have to send her a box of cannoli’s for that.

“Muncy doesn’t do anything by accident. Which also means, she must trust you a lot.”

A touch of sadness comes into your eyes. “Yeah, I trust her quite a bit too. Her and her brother are good people. You know they’re moving, right?”

“Yeah, I do.” He sighs. “But I know where she's going and the people she’s going to be working with. They’ll do right by her.”

“They better.”

He laughs quietly at the threatening tone in your statement. He absently wonders what an investigation would look like with you and Benson in the same room, both strong-minded women laser focused on an issue. “Well, I’m glad you called. I was running out of options of where to restart the investigation. So, thank you.”

“Well, thank me after you deal with the wolf pack and your real investigation starts. I don’t know if it'll be worth your time, Captain.”

“Mike.”

“What?”

“My name, it’s Mike.”

You repeat his name, a habit most likely born of having to memorize so many student’s names. You tell him your name, to make it a fair exchange, before letting him have a run of the school. He watches you as you walk down the hallway back towards the office and nod to a student, who throws up his hands in defense, but you calmly point down the hallway and the kid reluctantly goes. Duarte continues to watch you and just as you turn the corner, the kid passes by him.

“Don’t even, bro. She’s a ball buster for sure.”

Duarte cracks half a smile. He does have a type, that’s for certain. “Yeah. What do you know about ball busters?”

“Enough,” the kid mutters before going into the classroom two doors down.

He’s going to have to send Muncy two boxes of cannolis.

#captain mike durate #mike duarte #mike duarte x reader #mike duarte x you

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deancasforcutie · 6 months ago

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#the amount of things like #not to bring it back to the Dean cave or den or whatever er but Sam #didn’t even know that existed #and yet there were two chairs #it’s canon Dean and Cas also have movie nights #like #same thing with music like it’s canon at one point Dean gave that mixtape to Cas #how often do they just sit around and listen and deans explaining it #like god #and again Cas knew that gun was under deans pillow #sure he could use angle powers as generic as that is #or he’s just been in deans room enough times and was trusted to be in there #to know (via @wigglebox)

Cas knew Dean would keep the colt under his pillow. Sam didn't.

#dean winchester #castiel #destiel #spn meta #12.19 #13.16

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mishapocalyse · 2 years ago

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Instill Inside Me—Fear

Demon!Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Language, bit o’ blood and gore, mentions of self harm, abuse. Demon Dean is a huge dick at this time.

Description: Dean breaks out of his restraints and torments you while Sam is away on a hunt. The two of you play a haunting game of hide and seek. Will he find you?

Reader discretion is advised. Enjoy.

Instills Inside Me-Hurt

Instills Inside Me- Lonliness

Instills Inside Me-Comfort

You had seen him, Dean, tied to a chair in the safe room below the bunker. You never dared going down there alone. Chalking it up to you being afraid to see what the older Winchester had become of himself.

You’d been studying in the commons area, with your several stacks of books surrounded you like a makeshift fort. Writing endlessly in the journals, making notes on the latest hunt you and Sam were working on.

There had been a den of vampires sighted in a nearby town couple miles outside Pasadena, California. Sam was on it with Castiel while you, sat here in the safety of the bunker, sending them research and conducting your own about a certain ball of demon joy a floor beneath you. Sam wanted as much information as possible on how to save Dean from the demon flowing through his veins. Yet, you didn’t know how much or if there was any.

There wasn’t.

The only thing about how to get Dean un-demoned was to pump him full of sanctified blood and hope for the best. You had written countless notes on the matter and were so in sync with your research that you were startled when you had seen that it was almost 10PM.

You yawned and stretched, pushing your books aside. You heaved a sigh-pushing in your chair as you headed for the kitchen to make you a cup of tea to help you sleep. You barely made it to the kitchen when the lights cut out. Everything then was enveloped in an antagonizing red glow.

Then the alarm began to blare throughout the bunker. It lasted a few seconds before that too was shut off by a loud crash, and your breath hitched. Either someone stupid was breaking in.

Or he had broken out.

You swallowed spit and forced yourself to move against the wall in an attempt to sneak off somewhere and hide. You wouldn’t be caught out in the open, surely not by Dean.

Especially not Dean, you corrected yourself. You managed to slip up the steps into the upstairs hallway when you heard Dean most likely kick through one of the downstairs doors.

You stifled a scream, pressing your back against the wall again keeping quiet while you found yourself slipping into a vacant room and under the bed.

“I know you’re here you little bitch, could practically hear your boots fucking shaking above me. Come out now and I promise I'll be gentle with you. Make it quick, y'know." He hollered.

You did not make a peep while you huddled beneath the bed of the many rooms on the second floor. The way you quickly learned how to limit your breathing made it easier for you to hide. Sam had even taught you in his free time how to sneak around without making a sound.

Of course, you knew that if Dean did find you--it would be much worse than what any monster you have hunted in the past. This was not the older Winchester you worked with just a couple months ago. Whatever was inhabiting his body now, the demon inside him, made his aggressive, made him lash out against the people who love him, and made him have this terrifyingly strong urge to kill anything and everything in his path.

Covering your mouth with your hands your eyes widened when his shadow went past the door.

"I'm not playing this game with you Y/N. When I find you and oh boy, I will. I'll carve out your fucking innards and hang your skull on my mantle." He growls, kicking through what sounded like Sam's bedroom a few doors down. You heard him grunt when he didn't find anything. His footsteps retreated to the room across from Sam's.

SLAM. SLAM.SLAM.

He was in. Another grunt and groan, he was off to the room next to the one you were in. You had to act fast as he broke his way through the door. You slipped out from your hiding spot as he was having trouble with the door in front of the one you were in.

This was not where you wanted to be. You could hear him cursing as you open the door ajar, wide enough to wear you could slip through. He slammed through the door and went inside as you took off down the hall.

"Where the fuck are you?" He screamed, throwing over the bed.

---A Few Hours Later---

You were inside a closet, tucked away where you knew he wouldn't find you. Or so you hoped. Hidden behind the water heater, you pulled out your phone, beginning to tap away at the screen to Sam.

S.O.S Dean's got out and he's looking for me.

You hit send and tucked the phone back into your back pocket. You leaned your head back against the wall and prayed. Oh, how you prayed that Sam would get home soon. You prayed to Castiel to hear you and appear out of thin air to save you. Dean, as much as you could hear from where you were had been pacing, throwing objects around and yelling.

"You think you're so fucking smart huh? You little bitch. Do you think that I wanna kill you? I've seen the shit that goes on in my head. I can watch and witness all those fucking memories of finding you a bloody heap on the floor. I have. I've seen them all. All the times I would stumble in a catch you slitting your fucking wrists like the weak little girl you are. I would have to clean you, set you straight, make sure you're all fixed up. What about me? When have you ever done that for me? You selfish little whore." Your hands covered your mouth as you stuffed down the urge to cry. You knew he didn't mean it. It was the demon that he was brought back as.

"My head isn't the only I've been through. You think anyone around you loves you? Sam...Castiel...me? Bobby could give a less of a shit about you. Hell, they all wanted you gone after Charlie died. Yeah they blamed you. It should have been you. " You hitched a breath, holding yourself. Which was a stupid move as he probably knew where you were.

The wall you were leaning against successfully had aa hole punched through as you raced to get up and out the door, you tried to run but you tripped over a stack of books that was strewn across the floor.

Dean stomped towards you, grabbing your foot to slam you into the ground. You writhed around in his hold, managing to kick him the jaw. You got back up onto your feet, only for him to lunge at you.

Overturning the nearby table, you shoved it in his direction. The tears would not stop as you tried reasoning with the man in front of you.

"You don't meant that Dean. Look we can figure out some way to save you. Please don't hurt me." You plead, hands raised as he draws closer to you.

Your heart was going to beat out of your chest, when he comes closer and closer and closer to you. With your hands still raised, the sensation of his rough, gnarled, and calloused hands grasping onto yours, pulling you to him.

The fear you felt as your could not hear his own heart beating, you were face first in his chest, his mouth to your ear, as he whispered something so low, you could barely make it out.

"I'm sorry."

#spn #jensen ackles #supernatural #supernatural x reader #dean winchester x reader #x reader #dean x reader #demondeanwinchesterxreader #spntober #suptober #demon dean #demon dean x reader

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sinfully-chubby · 4 years ago

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Omg I want a request for Sammy Winchester!!!! So here we go: Sam likes when the reader wears his flannels because they cling to her curves and pronounce them? He thinks it’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen so he makes it a point for her to wear them everywhere?

Hey thanks for sending this in. I'm sorry if this is coming late. I got really busy with school and the holidays that came up as well. I had fun writing this and I hope you like and enjoy it.

Curves - Sam Winchester x Plus Size/Chubby Reader

Warnings: Not really to much to warn about. There might be body appreciation and just implied smut, but no actual smut

Word Count: 1,630

The first time he caught you wearing one of his plaid shirts was way before the two of you had gotten together.

Him and Dean had been on a hunt out of state. The hunt was a pretty long one and you had stayed behind, helping them from the bunker. The hunt ended on a pretty good note, they luckily had very few casualties and he was just happy to be home.

Walking through the doors of the bunker, they had made there way down into the building. Once inside they were greeted by you coming form the direction of the library. While Dean had greeted you with the usual flirt, Sam could only stare at you. There you were standing in the map room wearing his flannel shirt. He stared at you enjoying the sight of you in his shirt. It was pretty big on you, but it seemed to not only hug your body, but seemed to be falling of it as well.

He had even let out an obvious gulping sound as he stared. When Dean finally walked away, you had turned your look to him smiling your pretty smile, making his heart flutter at how cute you were. When you greeted him you smiled more tilting your head waiting for a response.

"Hey Sam are you ok?"

Nodding his head he gave you a small smile in return.

"Yeah I'm alright, y/n why are you wearing my shirt?"

When you looked down at the shirt your nervously started fiddling with the ends of it. You looked so cute when your were shy or nervous.

"I don't have any clean clothes right now."

"So why my clothes?"

He wasn't angry, he could never be angry over this, but he was very curious.

"I didn't want to go into Dean’s room. he may have cleaned it, but I'm scared something came to life and lives there now. What with how long he camps in there with food sometimes."

He gives a small laugh at the adjusting the bag on his shoulder.

"I don't blame you, something probably did."

Laughing at that, you both settle down walking further into the room. While talking Sam couldn't help but wonder what you would look like in his shirts all the time.

Sadly it wouldn’t be for another few months until you wore another shirt claiming you once again didn’t have clean clothes. Luckily the next time was after a hunt.

This time you had tagged along, helping out with what seemed to be a den of vampire's. The hunt had been long and tiring and not having enough energy to start driving home so you had decided to crash at hotel for the night. There were only two beds and a pull out couch, so you had decided to take the pull out couch even though Sam had offered up the bed but you had declined, he wish he could have shared the bed with you.

You had called first shower after the hunt was over, of course Dean griped about it. So of course when you guys had gotten there you had went in with your duffel bag hanging off your shoulders.

You weren't in there for to long, but Sam almost chocked on the quick in take of breath when you walked out of the bathroom. There you were standing in the doorway of the bathroom wearing Sams favorite flannel shirt. It was the red flannel. It was unbuttoned slightly and hanging slightly off of one of your shoulders showing off the black spaghetti strap tank top. The shirt came down towards mid thigh showing the small skin tight black shorts.

Letting out an audible gulp he started at you as you toweled off the top of your head. While he gaped at you, Dean was watching his brothers reactions from the small table in the corner of the small motel room. Dean snickers at him laughing at how flustered Sam looked. Smirking to himself Dean, as casually as possible, stood from his chair, grabbed his jacket form the back and threw it on quickly.

"Well I'm gonna go grab us something to eat."

And without another word to you or Sam, he left walking right out the door while you and Sam stared after him.

Once the door was closed you glanced at Sam, nervous about being alone with him. It wasn’t a big secret, Dean knew of course, as well as Jody to. But it didn’t make you any less nervous being around Sam.

Taking in a deep breath Sam gave you a nervous smile as he stared at your bare feet on the floor. It had been a while sense you and Sam had really been alone, sure there where small moments, but people always had a way of either appearing or are already lurking. So in all reality there was never really a moment alone.

Messing the skin around your nails, you smiled at Sam as you went to sit down the pulled out couch bed. You looked nervous as you sat down tentatively on the couch bed. Once you were sure it wouldn’t get crushed or collapse under your weight, an irrational fear yes, but one the worried you none the less.

You sat down trying to get as comfortable as you can as Sam smiled at you.

"Tonight's hunt went by pretty quick. Good thing to."

Sam nodded his head in agreement tapping his thumbs together before responding.

"It was quick and efficient, no thanks to you."

Shrugging your shoulders you smile looking down at your feet, not caring about how the big shirt slipped further off your shoulders. Looking at where the shirt had slipped Sam eyed you s/c skin. Eyes following the parts where your body curved out, and looking at the dip of your low cut tank top shirt.

Now don't get him wrong a shoulder wasn't gonna make him start climbing walls, but when he looked at you all he wanted to do was mark up and enjoy the sounds of pleasure that would come out of your mouth. If he were to continue, what would be stopping him from throwing you to the bed and taking you apart piece by piece.

To say the least the thought was very, very tempting.

"All I did was help with the searching and interviewing nothing to special."

Sam had almost forgotten about the conversation at hand. So standing from the bed he walks over and sits down next to you. Your shoulders brush against each other, a warmth settling in your chest at the close proximity.

"But the help was very much appreciated."

You give a hesitant smile, enjoying the warmth Sams body was letting off.

"I'm glad I was able to help, its better than just sitting in the bunker waiting to hear what happens."

"I understand what you mean, I used to worry about all the people who went on other hunts, and when they didn't report back I would get concerned."

Nodding your head you lay your head on his shoulder letting a small smile grace your lips.

"I worry about you guys all the time. But I worry about you the most."

For once Sam feels sheepish as he smiles at you feeling a little flushed at what you had said.

"You worry about me?"

You feel heat rising to your face as you duck your head once more raising your hand to scratch at the back of your head. It wasn't like a weird awkward thing, of course you worried about Sam. After all you did love the giant moose man even if he didn't know.

"Of course I do Sam, what you and Dean do isn't easy, and is definitely very dangerous."

He nods his head at that, he could see why you would be worried. Reaching out to you, he wraps his arm around your back grabbing your other shoulder and pulling you towards him in a hug.

"It's alright y/n I know the feeling. Even though you don't hunt a lot, your life is still in constant danger. Even just by knowing me and Dean."

Leaning into the hug you lay your head on his shoulder.

"Yeah well you can't get rid of me that easily."

Smiling a each other you let out a small laugh.

"I wouldn't want it any other way."

Almost like being drawn towards you. Sam leans down kissing you softly. Your surprised at first but lean into the kiss more. Deepening the kiss Sam and you move further onto the little pull out couch Sam's arms wrapping themselves around your waist and pulling you into his lap. Thighs spreading wide as you settled down, pressed tightly to Sam.

To say the least the night ended pretty well. That is if you minus the ruined sheets and maybe the broken pull out bed. In the end Dean didn't come back to the hotel room that night, Sam and you never got any sleep.

But ever sense then you and Sam have been going steady. There have been times when things seemed to hit rough patch, and times where you would hate your body so much that it made you sick looking at yourself.

But Sam's always had a way of helping you though it as much as he can. In the end if one of Sam's many plaid shirts went missing he would always find you wearing one. Looking as beautiful as always.

His favorite part is how he can always admire those curves.

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samanddeaninpanties · 3 years ago

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Title: Lion’s Share

AO3 Link

Square Filled: Claiming

Ship: Dean/Jack

Rating: E

Written for the @winklinebingo

Tags: Dubious Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Dean Winchester, Alpha Jack Kline, Alpha/Alpha, Omega Sam Winchester (mentioned), Anal Fingering, Rimming, Anal Sex, Knotting, Top Dean Winchester, Bottom Jack Kline, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Dean Winchester, Jealous Dean Winchester, First Time, First Kiss, Banter, Arguing, Violence, the violence is fairly mild it’s mainly just the set-up for the sex, Wall Sex, Age Difference, Barebacking, Mentioned Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Mentioned Jack Kline/Sam Winchester, Come as Lube, Porn, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Heart-to-Heart, Manhandling, Claiming, Mating Bites, Loss of Control, Roommates, oh my god they were roommates, POV Jack Kline

Summary: Jack is drawn to unmated omega Sam. His asshole alpha brother Dean is having none of it.

(A.k.a "Knot the omega you are looking for")

“What the fuck is this?" Dean snapped, throwing a bouquet of wildflowers at Jack as he stormed into the man-cave.

Jack caught it but his bowl of Reese’s Puffs cereal spilled and tumbled to the floor. He scowled at Dean and placed the flowers on the arm of the La-Z-Boy recliner. "Don’t tell me you don’t know what flowers are.”

Dean rolled his eyes. "Why were they in Sam's room?"

"Because I gave them to Sam. Why were you in his room?"

"Putting his laundry in there. That's not the point. I'm pretty fucking tired of you constantly putting moves on him."

Jack raised an eyebrow before turning his attention back to the TV. "Sam's an unmated omega.”

"And you just conveniently didn't notice my scent marking?"

"Is that supposed to mean something to me? Your scent is inescapable, Dean. It’s everywhere.”

Dean snarled and grabbed Jack by his shirt collar and heaved him up out of the chair. "You’re too smart to be so fucking stupid. I meant on Sam."

Jack's breath hitched at Dean's fury but he raised his chin, stomping out any hint of weakness. "No, I didn’t notice."

"Well you should, Jack. Because it’s my knot that gets him through his heats. So I'm gonna tell you straight up: fuck off," Dean said.

Jack swallowed a groan and tried to extricate himself from Dean’s grasp. "No. Your agreement is out of convenience, not love. Maybe Sam wants to explore his options."

Dean forced Jack backward and slammed Jack against the brick wall by the open door. Sam could come back from the supply run any second and -

“Get off me," Jack panted and shoved Dean’s chest, hard.

The push sent Dean off balance but he didn't let go of Jack. He thrust Jack back into the wall and pinned him there. "I don't care what you think you have going on with my brother. He's not available."

Jack’s insides turned into liquid. "How do you know? Have you asked him what he wants?"

"Sam is mine. My brother, my omega, mine." There was a pounding in Jack’s blood, a click in his head. Dean’s lips were rosy; fuckable. Maddeningly distracting. Really, Dean’s whole face screamed omega at first blush but Dean had been quick to put those thoughts to bed.

"He’s never stated that. Can you blame me for trying? Sam's so pretty." Jack sounded needy and mindless rather than confident and in control.

"I don't blame you. I'm just telling you enough is enough.”

Jack quit trying to escape. It was fruitless. Dean was bigger and stronger and he just couldn’t. "Did you really think that if you ordered me to stop I’d obey?"

"Maybe I should put you in your place then."

Jack jolted, dick straining. Disgusting. Shameful. And so hot. His eyes wandered to the Foosball table, the unfinished bar, Dean’s toys, his whole domain. He was just another thing in Dean’s den to be used as Dean saw fit. "If you're trying to scare me it’s not going to work.”

Dean snickered. "Thought so. You dirty boy. Moaning and whining like a bitch in heat while I touch you."

Jack was dripping inside his pants. It didn't even matter that Dean was laughing at him, his dick, his knot, knew what it wanted. "You’re not my type,” Jack lied because he wasn’t ready to inflate Dean’s overblown ego just yet.

"Your type seems to be oversized omegas but we're going to fix that, aren't we?" Dean maneuvered Jack so he was facing the wall. “You want me to fuck you, Jack? Claim you?"

"Dean," Jack keened, canting his hips. His mind was stuck on claim claim claim. Such a derogatory word to use when playing with another alpha.

Dean dragged his teeth over the nape of Jack's neck. A threat, a tease. So unfair. "Bet you wish you could get wet for me." He snaked an arm around Jack's body, found his cock. Squeezed it. "I should keep you both.”

Jack groaned, rocking against Dean’s hand. Dean’s hand was fire, it was a brand. "You don't even like me."

"Who said I don't like you?"

"You did with your attitude. All the glaring and baring of teeth," Jack rasped and looked over his shoulder so he could gaze into Dean’s piercing eyes.

"Yeah, well. Maybe if you didn't choose to sniff around Sam... “ Dean pushed Jack's shirt up and over his head and threw it on the floor.

Jack drifted away from the wall, facing Dean to give him better access. "It was like that before I 'sniffed around Sam.'"

"Whatever." Dean started on Jack's pants. Once Jack was naked, Dean roughly grabbed Jack’s chin and consumed him with a heated kiss. His free hand stroked Jack. Slow. Torturous.

Until it wasn’t.

Dean let out a growl that shook Jack down to his bones, his innermost parts. He manhandled Jack back into position, nose facing the wall like he was a naughty child in time-out. And then Dean was sinking to his knees.

“What are you - oh!” Jack’s body threatened to collapse when Dean pulled his cheeks apart and buried his face between them, forcing his tongue into Jack’s hole. A place he’d never let anyone. A place that was only Jack’s.

Dean was deadset on barreling through any boundary Jack had ever had without bothering to ask him if it was okay. And Jack couldn’t even be mad, no one had ever made him feel this wanted, this desirable.

“Two little omegas,” Dean purred against hot flesh. His tongue was slippery-wet, fucking in and out, making Jack’s toes curl. Too much, not enough. “All for me.”

“Not an omega.”

“You will be when I’m finished with you.”

Jack wanted to laugh at the sheer idiocy of Dean’s statement. The certainty. Dean was letting his inner alpha run wild and dominate every part of their interaction and it showed. “You’re delusional.”

“Nah. I just know a knot-slut when I smell one,” Dean said and went right back to destroying Jack with that wicked tongue. Dean’s hand found Jack’s cock again and pumped him expertly as he ate Jack out. “Come on, baby. Give up the goods, make a mess in my hand. You know I need it, we need it,” Dean said, using his alpha voice.

Jack’s window of opportunity, his chance to fight tooth and nail, was long gone - not that it ever would’ve ended differently. Dean was too strong and Jack didn’t really want to get away, even if it meant the humiliation of being taken and claimed rather than being the one doing the claiming.

Dean wanted him, a turn of events he wouldn’t have expected a few short weeks ago. Actually, he wouldn’t have thought it possible twelve hours ago -

“Jack,” Dean said, nipping Jack’s ass cheek. Jack came with a soft whine into Dean’s hand, his sloppy, tongue-fucked hole clenching greedily.

“Oh, baby. You can do better than that,” Dean purred. Dean waited a few beats before pressing two come-slick fingers into Jack.

“I don’t understand.”

“Gotta scream for me, Jack. Gotta beg me real sweet.”

“Dean, no,” Jack said, his voice wavering as he fucked himself on Dean’s hand.

“Nuh-uh, try again. Dean, yes.” Dean added another finger and Jack was afraid he’d break, that he was being pushed beyond his limit, beyond what his body could take. His hole felt so small with Dean inside him, how on earth was an alpha cock supposed to fit?

“Can’t -”

“Yeah, you can, baby. And you will. And you want it.” When Dean started to withdraw his fingers Jack tried to turn and see - but Dean was prepared for that. “No moving. Not yet.”

Jack huffed and settled. “You’re really starting to get on my nerves, Dean.”

“Welcome to the club,” Dean said, his giant hands using Jack for support as he returned to his feet. He only removed his hands long enough to rid himself of his clothes, tossing them into a messy pile, and then he was back to crowding Jack against the wall. And oh, Dean’s cock burned even hotter than his hands. He humped between Jack’s cheeks, making his home near Jack’s hole. Ready to claim it properly any second. “That’s how you make me feel all the time.”

“So, I was right! You can’t stand me,” Jack said, trying to avoid the sting, trying to ignore the ache and embarrassment. He’d been told more than once he was too sensitive for his own good. His hurt was confirmation, proof the criticisms were correct.

Dean kissed the nape of Jack’s neck, dragged his lips along it. Jack’s body was a treacherous thing because he arched into the contact like the slut Dean had proven him to be. “It’s complicated. C’mon Jack, don’t act like you don’t get it. Sometimes love can be hateful. We hurt people we love more than we hurt people we couldn’t give a damn about.”

“Shut up, Dean.”

“Aw, baby. I have what you need,” Dean crooned and began pressing his cock into Jack’s ass.

The impossible stretch made Jack’s eyes water. “I can’t,” Jack choked out. He squirmed as Dean sank deeper and Jack’s inner alpha screamed at Jack to fight. To push Dean away. Out. “You have to -”

“Relax.” Dean soothed his big, callused hand over Jack’s lower back. “You’ll work yourself into a panic if you don’t.”

“No, Dean, you don’t understand. We were wrong to try. Alphas aren’t made to fit a knot,” Jack said, his last words breaking and twisting into a moan.

“Feels right to me. Looks awesome, too.” Dean grabbed the meat of Jack’s ass. Spread Jack’s cheeks as he continued to glide in, punching the air out of him with each thrust. Jack could only ride the waves of discomfort in hopes he came out the other side relatively unscathed. “Your hole is doing the work it needs to do. I’ve got you.”

“Okay, Dean,” Jack groaned. Nodded. He ached more than anything but Dean believed Jack could handle Dean’s cock - so Jack could trust him.

“I wanna take you hard,” Dean panted, licking a hot stripe along Jack’s neck.

“You really wanna mess me up, don’t you?”

Dean laughed and shoved in brutally, cock pulsing with the need to knot. “Only in the best ways.”

“Please shut up.” The pace was quick. Bruising. There was a choking relief at being fucked.

“Oh, I got a ‘please’ this time? Gotta mark this on my calendar, write it down in my diary. ‘I dicked Jack so good he said please. Can’t wait to do it again.’”

“You really are an asshole,” Jack said, face flaming from humiliation as Dean cackled like a lunatic. Dean was teasing Jack and it wasn’t nice - but he’d said something very important, too. Something Jack needed clarification on. “Do you wanna fuck me again, though?”

Dean hummed. Kissed the lobe of his ear. Breathed into it. “Hell yeah.”

Jack whined and yelped as Dean’s next shove hit just right. “Dean, you’re killing me.”

“Better start working on your stamina, kid, because I have no interest in going easy on you. Ever,” Dean promised as he plunged deep into Jack.

Jack came unexpectedly with a sob, lost as Dean fucked him through the aftershocks. “Dean - please. Please can we -” his voice cut off, moaning as Dean pulled out of him. His ruined hole clenched on nothing. An eager, hungry thing.

“C’mon,” Dean ordered, tugging Jack away from the wall and over to the recliner. Dean sat first, patting his lap expectantly. “Sit on me, baby.”

Jack didn’t need to be told twice. His legs were desperate for a break. He scrambled onto Dean’s cock as fast as his body would let him, moaning as he sank down, taking everything. His puffy, abused hole so happy to be filled with Dean’s giant cock. “You have to come, too, don’t leave me alone,” Jack finally rasped, rolling his hips.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be with you in a minute,” Dean purred. Squeezing the globes of Jack’s ass.

When Dean’s knot started to inflate it was bigger than anything Jack had imagined, it filled up every empty space and then some, and Jack thought he’d scream or stop breathing altogether when Dean’s knot almost popped out and he dragged Jack closer to him, making sure his knot and come stayed in. “Told you. I’m too small,” Jack said faintly as more of Dean’s come shot inside.

“I disagree,” Dean said in his smug alpha tone then bit down on Jack’s neck, leaving a raw, tender wound. A claiming mark. “Mine.”

“Dean. I didn’t say you could do that.” There was a not-so-secret part of him that liked it, that just needed to be forced. Playing with Dean made him feel insane.

“You didn’t have to.” Jack smacked Dean’s chest and he caught Jack’s wrist in his tight grip.

“Need more training, huh? Maybe when my knot goes down I should tie your feisty little ass up in my room, keep you near me always.”

Jack bared his teeth. “Dean, you can tease me all you want, it doesn’t change anything. I’m an alpha. Not an omega. I’m going to keep wanting what I want.”

“You still want Sam.” Relief trickled into Jack. It wasn’t a question. Maybe they were getting somewhere, maybe there was hope this could end without too much drama or tears. “I get it. Anyone with half a brain does.” Dean faltered, fell silent again. Jack tried to give Dean room to think, tried to wait. For a few seconds, anyway. He wracked his brain for a solution. Couldn’t leave Dean alone. Coax it out of him. Jack tossed his head, gazed at Dean through his lashes, and milked Dean’s knot. Come on, Dean. You can do it. And then - success. Dean’s eyes softened and he let go of Jack’s wrist. “You got under my skin in a way others didn’t. Hasn’t done great things for me. I know Sammy loves me. But I could just stick with him the rest of my life and be happy - I don’t think the same could be said about him. So, yeah, maybe I was feeling a little, uh, threatened by you or whatever.”

For a heartbeat, Dean looked so damned sad. Little boy lost. It was gone in a blink but Jack had seen it. Dean’s insecurities, his fears, laid bare for Jack. “You know he doesn’t need to choose, right? If Sam needs more than just you… he could have it all? We could share?” Jack placed a hand on Dean’s cheek. “I won’t try to replace you, Dean.”

Dean hummed. His gaze roamed over Jack, making Jack’s heart jump. “Maybe you could have a supervised session. If you can earn it. I want you all to myself right now, though.” Dean didn’t give Jack a chance to pout, pulling him into another life-changing kiss.

“If you want me all to yourself, fucking me with the door wide open was a bad idea. What if Sam sees?” Jack croaked when the kiss broke. Dean tweaked Jack’s nipples, growling playfully. Even if Jack wasn’t full of Dean’s knot, he had a feeling Dean wouldn’t bother locking them away somewhere safe and private.

Maybe that was a good thing.

Jack let himself melt into Dean and drifted off on his knot.

#winklinebingo #winkline #deanjack #dubious consent #alpha!dean #alpha!jack #alpha/alpha #claiming #this was posted on ao3 last month but i forgot to make an official post so here it is now #writing #tori writes

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katsukikitten · 4 years ago

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Wholesome Frat AU, Clearly aged up, college au, main characters are Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, Jiro, Mina, and of course you my dear reader. Sexual themes, mentions of drugs and booze through out.

AHEM

Chapter 1

Denki lies upside down off his bed, staring at his phone when another invite to a party comes through. It's from a classmate he shares notes with and one of the few non toxic dudes on campus. A smile forms on his face, his fingers ready to fly across the screen to confirm his Friday night to be golden and one to remember.

Or maybe wish to remember as alcohol and maybe some weed numb his senses.

But then the location comes through, a frat house that's notorious for ignorance and low key rape culture. He turns it down claiming to study and sighs. Staring at his shared four walls from the top bunk.

"What's going on with you? No one wants you to keep their bed warm tonight?" Sero teases passing him up a beer before starting the next round of his game. Preferring to get buzzed and troll in Apex lobbies than find somewhere to be tonight.

Their phones buzz at the same time, Kirishima coming through on the group chat.

Big Red 🦈 : Any plans tonight boys?

Boomboi 💣 : Fuck off, busy.

Tape dispenser 🎞 : Apex

Zaptos ⚡: got invited to a party but location is sus af. You bro?

Big Red 🦈 : Yikes 😬 Keepin some ladies safe. Don't like the scene here…

Tape dispenser 🎞 : Same

Zaptos ⚡: Same

Boomboi 💣: FUCK OFF!

Denki and Sero both smirk at their phones before moving on with their Friday night with small talk of Instagram stories and received risque snapchats. As the beer fridge gets dwindles their thoughts seem to grow.

"Okay, listen. Here me out!" Denki says as if Sero would ever come off defensive. He finishes his eighth beer before continuing.

"What if we started our own frat? Like...like a fucking wholesome one."

"Dude not only does that sound impossible but what would we call ourselves?" Sero chuckles nursing his seventh beer. Denki pauses for a moment, trying to think of something, anything great.

"Alpha Kappa Wholesome." He smiles, "Yea that's it!"

Sero laughs from his bottom bunk earning an angry faced Denki to put half of his body over the side of his bed.

"I'm serious man! We could kick out whoever doesn't match our values. This college is supposed to be about making 'lasting connections' with fellow heroes! How are we supposed to do it when we are cooped up in our tiny dorm!" He gestures to their cramped room. A set of bunk beds and desks with their TV and shared dresser on the far wall. Sero looks around, this sure as hell wasn't like the dorms at UA that's for sure.

"Okay well two people isn't enough for a frat, man." Sero lets the dream die before it can bloom, running a hand through his raven hair. Denki scrunches up his face before he remembers where his crush stays. It's as if a light bulb lit up atop his upside down head. He jolts himself falling from the top bunk crashing into the empty beer bottle. They clink in protest but thankfully non break, just roll beneath the bottom bunk.

"But there is a sorority of only four and we have four friends in our group!"

Denki decides now is a good time to face time them. Kirishima answers first with a shout that he's gonna step outside, the roaring party and flashing lights die behind the shutting door while Bakugou is illuminated by the light of his screen glaring into the camera while a meek looking girl hides.

"This better be fucking good." Bakugou growls.

After an hour and a half of screaming Denki finally convinces Bakugou that sharing a house with the three of them as opposed to a rando was a much better idea. Reminding him that he had done it for three years in highschool surely he could last two more. He agrees but refuses to help argue with the dean meanwhile Kirishima is GLOWING with excitement over the idea formulating with his sober mind the best way to handle the notorious harsh Dean.

It takes petitions, several meetings and almost til the spring break to come down to this, the final meeting. Bakugou, who has attended every meeting and true to his word has said nothing. Denki nervous as a sinner in church, Sero who's sweating bullets and Kirishima all sit in the room with the board, treasury and the Dean in a final meeting of sorts.

Kirishima gulps and before he can explain the benefits the frat will have to offer the Dean stops him with a simple show of his hand. Taking a report from the secretary of treasury to look over, he just needed the monetary excuse to back up his favorite word.

"No." He clears his throat, "Unfortunately funds are too low to be able to support another fraternity." The Dean leaves it at that not even bothering to offer they join something preexisting.

Three of the four men accept defeat, mentally communicating that they did a good job trying. But the fourth man dreamed of his own room, of his own space to do as he pleased. And all without threat of being charged with murder. Although the fourth man would never admit that the reason he spoke up wasn't totally about the room, it was the look of defeat, anguish on his friends faces that had the room heating up a degree or two and smelling heavily of boiling sugar.

"Oi, toupee." The hot head let's his seat fall back to all fours, fixing the Dean a withering look, "You said something about not enough money huh?"

The Dean swallows thickly carefully thinking out his next sentence.

"Why, Yes its…." Bakugou interrupts before the Dean can even finish his thought.

"Pretty sure I'm the reason this campus is gonna be swarming with fucking no name extras next year." Katsuki's smile widens as his hand pops, "If you deny this request with the money I'm making you then I'll participate in the university sports festival with another college's across my fucking chest."

The Dean visibly sweats, Bakugou really was a hard student to land. His brash attitude and unapologetic behavior was popular among the younger generation bringing with it an influx of applicants and donations. It hadn't even been 24 hours since his announcement did it crash the admin and donation site. He panics, not even sure if there is any real estate available on or around campus in order for him to legally allow this fraternity to flourish. As if reading his mind the secretary of grounds offers him a file, an old run down home within a decent walking distance of the main campus. The Dean exhales the breath he didn't realize he was holding.

"Let's not act so rash. It has just come to my attention that we have some extra funding to be able to purchase a place for you all…" He looks over the file, he hopes this is enough to placate the hot head, "But it will need some old fashioned sweat equity, if we can secure it. The town has been kind enough to offer us first dibs to real estate within a certain radius of campus and if they like our offer you hardworking men will have your 'Alpha Kappa Wholesome home."

"They better like your offer." Is all Bakugou says before standing, "We get the keys in a month, got it?"

He doesn't give the Dean time to rebuttal, he just leaves while the other shocked three follow suit. It isn't until they are in the courtyard does their excitement hit them all at once.

"HOLY SHIT BAKUBRO ALWAYS COMING IN ON THE FUCKING KLUTCH!" Denki shouts, tackling Bakugou into a hug, Sero and then Kirishima wrap their arms around the yelling hot head who threatens to blow them up.

"I owe you a fucking drink!" Kirishima shouts lifting the group and twirling them

"OI OI OI SHITTY HAIR PUT ME DOWN!"

After that promised drink and a month of waiting the four musketeers stand before their new home. The house is trashed, easily a short sale of a foreclosure as the rent went higher but their wages stayed low. The amount of work to make this place semi decent was going to be astronomical at best.

Bakugou is thoroughly unimpressed, scoffing as Denki runs up the porch. The vision is clear in the electric blonde's head. The massive porch is clean, with a swing and some chairs, string lights hanging from the wooden ceiling while the half wrapped around, second story porch is draped in endless artificial star light cloaking the house in cozy warmth.

Dneki opens the front door and plume of dust rushes out around him, the other two follow suit. Taking the steps two at a time as they rush into the house. Harsh garnet stares after them before glancing at their luggage. He decides to leave it all stepping inside.

Their imaginations run rampant as they stand beneath the large archway to the main living room while Bakugou begins to second guess opening his mouth. That or getting more money from the Dean. Before displeasure can leave the hot head his friends turn to face him, their eyes shining and smiles stretched wide, wide enough it begins to hurt Bakugou's own cheeks. They encourage him to step into the home more, telling him what will go where. For a moment his smile is soft, tender as he looks at these three idiots seeing the bright side of everything before he steels back into his normal self.

"Oi! Quick acting all googly eyed. We've got a lot of work to do and a lot of fucking money to raise."

The four friends spend majority of their spring term picking rooms and doing basic cleaning. Bringing only one of the two full bathrooms up to par, trying their best to keep up with the old big house. Even after all of them picked their rooms there were still three bedrooms and a den with a door left. They brain stormed adding recruits but Bakugou shot the idea down despite Sero being elected the president of the frat.

Spring boils into summer, bringing with it the promise of cold hard cash. Bake sales and lunch deals thanks to Bakugou's cooking skills brought in a large amount of income, so did the odd jobs Kirishima, Denki, and Sero found themselves doing. Still they find themselves short.

"Shirtless carwash!" Denki announces earning a glare from Bakugou. Kirishima pipes up before the idea is blasted sky high.

"Think of the money man. The community around here is soccer mom's and freshly graduated college kids and I don't know about yall but when I go for a run or hit up the corner store after a good run I'm being stared at."

"That's a valid point Bakugou. I've seen how they flock to you for baked goods, they've been staring at your arms and eyes man." Sero adds voting yes to the idea making it three to one.

Just as Kirishima said, woman and even some men, flock to the area for a car wash. Some even coming back twice in one day! The cash flow is good but still a bit lacking. Denki wipes the sweat from his brow as he wonders how they will get enough to be able to get decent light fixtures and a working fridge in the dorm. Let alone anything aside from a blown up mattress and folding chairs in the living room. He scrolls through his social media on his break and comes across the miracle he has been asking for.

A lovely summer picture of four women in bikinis, three of them his housemates have lived with before. Mina Ashido, Jiro Kyoka, Ochako Uraraka, and then there is the new woman, you.

But what makes the picture that much sweeter isn't even the content itself, no it's that gorgeous caption just beneath it.

"BASIC BITCH CAR WASH! Help us raise money for an apartment so our sorority doesn't get disbanded!"

An idea formulates in the electric blondes head so quickly he thinks sparks fly from his ears. A dangerous smile forms on Denki Kaminari's lips.

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha au #bnha college au #bnha wholesome frat au

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holylulusworld · 5 years ago

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Monster

Summary: He’s a monster, you are his prey…Right?

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader, former Carson Brady x Reader

Characters: Detective Jimmy Novak, Zachariah, Lisa Braeden

Warnings: angst, scared reader, characters death, murder, blood, kidnapping, violence, smut, unprotected sex, dub-con, cock warming, possessive Dean, lies, dark!fic, OOC Dean, obsession, mentions of cheating (not Dean)

A/N: Lyrics in italics by Walking on cars – ‘Monster’

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Divider by @firefly-graphics

Monster. Usually, monsters are face- and nameless creatures but the monster haunting your nightmares has a face and a name.

His name is Dean Winchester, and this is the story of how you tried to escape him…

Eight months earlier…

A noise followed by the sickening sound of someone’s death screams wakes you from your dreams. When you finally blink your eyes open you can hear hushed voices and desperate sobs.

You can hear your husband beg for his life and someone chuckle at his words. Your hands are shaking, and your legs are like jelly, but somehow you manage to dial 911 to call for help.

For a moment you believe this was only a nightmare and you will wake soon but then a blood curdling scream let your breathing quicken again.

The voices grow louder, and you can hear someone get closer to the bedroom. Panicked you kneel to flatten to the ground and crawl under the bed.

You know, anyone entering the bedroom can see the unmade bed, but you pray you can by yourself and Brady some time by hiding.

When the door creaks open you cover your mouth with your hand, barely breathing to make sure whoever is entering the room does not find you before the police arrives.

You can hear sirens in the distance and your heart beats faster. A man steps closer to the bed, looks around the room before he touches the sheets.

“We have to go!” A voice calls for the intruder of your home. “Let’s go. He got what he deserved boss, no need to wait for the cops to arrive.”

Your breathing evens when you watch the man leave your bedroom.

Someone slams the front door and you rush to the window, hide behind the curtains only to see Dean Winchester, ‘the Dean Winchester’ leave your house with another man.

This can’t be, this is a nightmare. There is no reasonable explanation why the notorious bachelor and billionaire came to your house to attack your husband.

“Brady…” Just now you find the strength to run out of the bedroom to call your husbands name. “BRADY!” Running into his office you fall to your knees as his lifeless body lies on the floor.

Someone rammed a knife into his heart. There is no life in his eyes and you start shaking, as the cops break through the front door.

“Ma’am…Mrs. Brady? We need you to come with us…” You feel hands on your body but the voices calling your name can’t reach you. “Ma’am…we need you to leave the room.”

“Mrs. Brady, did you see the attacker? Anyone?” A cop in a cheap suit asks and you nod. “Do you know the attacker?”

“I saw him before. We…we don’t know him; I mean I never met him in person but…” Sniffling you feel your legs give in and the cop needs to steady your body.

“It was Dean Winchester. There was another man, but he was too far away, already entering a car. I can only tell; he was taller than Winchester…”

Your eyes search for any kind of sympathy in the cop’s eyes, but they changed to cold orbs the moment you let Dean Winchesters name slip.

“Ma’am. I think you dreamed or something.” Huffing another cop check on you. “She was asleep and dreamed Dean Winchester came to her house and killed her husband, Jimmy. Can you believe this?”

“Don’t make fun of her, Zachariah. She was asleep, heard someone hurt her husband and confused the attacker with Mr. Winchester.” The man named Jimmy pats you shoulder, but there is not compassion in his eyes either.

“Yeah…I…I think that’s what happened.”

Your instinct tells you that there is no one in this room believing your story, even worse, you have the feeling none of the cops would start an investigation against Dean Winchester.

“I…I read a magazine and he was on the cover.” It’s not a complete lie, though.

The posture of the first cop changes, he seems to be more relaxed and oddly, he gives you a soft smile.

“This must be it, ma’am. I guess you saw two men leave your house and that’s it. Do you have cameras?” You know Brady installed three hidden cameras in the backyard and four in the front yard.

They are well hidden and only you and he know where to find the cameras, so you do the only thing coming to your mind – you lie.

“No. Unfortunately we don’t have any security cameras. I…I always wanted one, but Brady believed no one would ever break into our house…” Now the tears fall, and you grasp for a chair to sit as your legs give in. “I can’t help you…”

“That is not a problem, Mrs. Brady. We will do our best to find your husbands murderer…” You know the cop lies, just like you know that Dean Winchester came to your house to kill Brady.

“Of course, you will. You are the good guys after all…” The words leave a bitter taste on your tongue but you can’t scream bloody murder as you are surrounded by people protecting your husband’s killer.

“We are ma’am…” Helping you back up the cop named Jimmy leads you out of the room. “It’s better for you to wait upstairs. We need the forensics in here…”

“O…Okay. Do you need anything else? Coffee? My statement?” Sniffling you wrap your arms around your trembling body.

“Not now, Mrs. Brady. We can talk about everything later…much later…”

Much later never came. Every time you called the department no one seemed to know anything about your husbands’ case.

Here you are now, at his burial. Not many people came. His parents died years ago, just like yours. Brady never made many friends on his way to one of the most important security companies CEO. It’s only you, the priest and three or four people who worked for Brady.

Over the last days you got to know the firm is reported to be bankrupt. Brady lost all your money, which means you’ll lose the house too.

“We are sorry for your loss, Mrs. Brady.” Before she goes Lisa Braeden hugs you tightly. “He was a great boss, not someone yelling at his staff. I packed all the cops didn’t take. I’ll send it to your house.”

“Thank you for coming. I know most of the people are mad at Brady, including me.” Giving you a sad smile Lisa shakes your hand before she follows her former colleague.

A man stands a bit further away. He’s wearing a black suit and a cold shiver runs down your spine when he turns to walk toward a black Impala - the car you saw that night…

“Another one?” The bartender asks as you slam the manila folder shut. “Hard day?”

“Where shall I start?” Huffing you point toward your black dress. “My husband got killed. I have to pay for his burial with money I do not have. The company my father helped him built is bankrupt. I have to move out of my house at the end of month and the killer…”

“Is still out there?” A man asks and you nod silently. “Didn’t the cops help?”

When you turn to face the man, you are close to lose consciousness. Dean Winchester sits right next to you, still wearing the black suit.

“No. I didn’t see the killer. Only two shadows…that’s all…” Lying you turn your attention back toward the papers in the folder. Your hands are shaking as you look at the big red numbers.

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t worry about money, Sweetheart…” His voice is smooth, and you must admit if he weren’t your husband’s murderer you would even call him sexy.

“I am not pretty or a girl. I am a widow with a huge amount of debts, a house which isn’t mine any longer and I found out that Brady fucked his assistant for over eight months…” Angrily slamming your glass onto the counter you stare at the bottles behind the bartenders back.

“Another one for me and the lovely lady.” Dean snickers, moving closer to have a look at the papers. “Maybe I can help? I am good at helping a pretty woman out.”

“I don’t think you want to help me, okay. You don’t even know me.” Closing the folder you turn to leave. “I’ll handle this…”

“Do you have any lead? Maybe footage of the killer?” Dean steps closer, into your personal space and you take a step backward as you get an uneasy feeling.

“No. I have nothing against the men coming to my house to kill my husband. I have nothing against anyone…” Meeting Dean’s eyes you feel his hand grab your upper arm.

“Sweetheart, you look so sad.” He’s stepping closer, strokes your cheek with his hand as he tightens the grip on your arm. “I could make the sadness go away.”

Your heart races, your stomach protests but your brain has an idea. If the cops will not help you find any proof to make sure Dean Winchester gets arrested, you have to do something.

“I…I don’t know how you could help me…” His lips brush over yours and you are suddenly too aware what he has in mind. “Mr. …”

“Call me Dean, Sweetheart. Now tell me…” His hands wander to your waist. “…do you want me to make everything better?” Aware that you throw yourself into the lion den you look up at the green-eyed man.

“How could you make things better? Can you make the man killing my husband rethink things? Can you make sure my husband does not bang his secretary and knock her up?” Huffing you try to step backward but Dean’s hands have a tight grip at your body.

“I could…” His lips brush yours and you need to take a deep breath to press your lips to his soft pillows.

“Make you scream my name tonight and tomorrow; I’ll pay for your debts and make sure that woman is out of your hair…”

“She wants to sue me to pay for her baby…” Now you swallow hard as his hands wander to your ass, groping it roughly.

“How long since he fucked you properly, Y/N?” A shudder let your body go stiff.

You never told him your name…

“Months. Brady spend most of his time in his office, day and night. If he even came home…” It’s not a lie this time.

That was your life for the last ten months. It’s not as if you and your husband were still a happy couple but this doesn’t mean you can let his killer get away with what he did.

“Come with me, Y/N. I’ll give you the night of your life and more…” Self-confident much…

Your body reacts to his touch and you try to keep your mind somewhere else as Dean slips two fingers into your slit.

He didn’t wait until you reached his house. He had you pressed to the backseat, his face between your thighs the moment you entered his car.

To your shame, your touched-starved body craves his attention and the squelching sound of your pussy sucking his finger in is proof enough.

“So wet already, Y/N. I’ll make you writhe on my dick in no time. Fucking perfect…that’s what you are…”

Dean groans and you would even call the moment he crooks his fingers erotic as he looks at you with piercing olive eyes and you shudder under his gaze.

“Feels so good…” You don’t have to lie. Physically it feels good, but emotionally you are close to punch his face. “More…”

“You’ll get all you want, Baby Girl. Damn, you are dripping for me. I bet Brady boy never made you feel that good…” Truth to be told, he didn’t.

“Brady was more the ‘get it done and work more’ kind of guy…” Your hands find purchase in Dean’s hair as he brushes his fingertips over your sweet spot.

“Shame you married that idiot. Always should’ve been with…” Dean clears his throat, pressing his thumb to your clit. “You should’ve been with someone like me, worshipping you and your body…”

You are a goner only seconds later but after your high, the shame and guilt fill your chest with hurting. Brady barely had the chance to rest in his grave and you are on the backseat with his murderer.

Only to find a proof he killed your husband… You replay in your mind.

“Yeah…” Pressing the word out, forcing it to leave your mouth you look at Dean who slides his fingers out. “He was more into business and fucking someone else…”

“I’ll never cheat on your, Sweetheart. I’ll make you mine.” He’s covering your body with his tall frame, pressing his erection against your lower belly and you close your eyes before you spread your legs.

“I want you, Dean…” Your voice almost cracks as you feel his cock nudge at your entrance.

Unlike your husband Dean slowly inches into you, takes his time to press soft kisses to your neck, your collarbone and it takes all your willpower to not cry as the intimacy is too much.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N. Love the way you feel around me.” You barely realize Dean started to move on top of you.

All you can do is to close your eyes and forget you are even there, but his lips press against yours and his cock hits the right spot force you to stay with him.

The coil inside your belly threatens to tighten and you wrap your legs around his waist to move with Dean. You hate it feels good, you hate that Dean will give you what Brady never even tried…another orgasm…

Your face contorts in pleasure before you can stop it. Your body gives in as you cry out Dean’s name and you feel another wave of guilt wash over you when he comes inside of you, moaning your name repeatedly.

“You’re mine, always were meant to be mine…” Your blood freezes when you feel Dean press his lips to yours. “I know you saw me, Sweetheart.”

Now your body goes stiff as Dean smirks, looking down at you in his arms. “It was too easy to get you. I thought you would fight me, scream and scratch me when I want to bring you home…”

“Home…” Lips quivering you look up at Dean, but his features soften.

“Home, Y/N. The place you belong to.” He’s nuzzling his face into your neck, humming as you are not able to move. “For two years I tried to make Brady see you belong with me. It was me; you know…”

“I…I don’t understand.” Scared you look push against Dean’s chest. “What do you mean?”

“The blind date, the day you met Brady. You were my date, but that bastard slit my tires open, I came too late and before I had the chance to ask you out again…”

“You…you were my date? But my friend said…” Stammering you feel Dean rut against your, groaning as his cock twitches one last time.

“Brady paid her, okay. I wanted to tell you, but that bastard made sure no one gets close to you and then you were married after your trip to Vegas…”

Your world seems to cave in realizing Dean killed Brady as he believed you are meant to be with him.

“Is that the reason you killed him?” Voice trembling you hiss as Dean rests his head onto your chest, still not pulling out. “Dean…”

“I came to talk to him after I caught him red-handed with his secretary, Y/N. I swear, I never intended on killing him. I gave him an ultimatum to tell you what he did and set you free.”

Nuzzling your breasts Dean sighs. “Never thought you would come with me like that.”

“I…” You want to push him off you, want to scream but Dean killed your husband and he could lash out and do the same to you. “This wasn’t the plan…”

“I know you wanted to find proof I killed that bastard, but you must know, he never loved you. Brady only kept you around to torture me, to proof he won for once.” While your mind is racing Dean keeps on talking.

“I caught him with that whore. He promised her marriage, and that you will be out of his life soon.” You wiggle underneath Dean, try to force him off your body but he won’t budge.

“Stop lying…Brady would’ve never…” Dean’s lips silence your protest, even when you try to bite him he slips his tongue into your mouth, making you pant for air when he finally breaks the kiss.

“I do not lie, Sweetheart. I have no reason to do so. I killed your husband, stalked you and yes, I would’ve taken you with me tonight against your will, but I do not lie, never will lie to you.” There is honesty in his eyes and words as he presses his lips to your temple.

“How can I believe your words…your lies…”

“That night, I came to talk to him like men should do. I offered to save his company, give him enough money for his whore and him. I only wanted you in return…” Huffing you press your hands to his chest.

“Lies…”

“No, Y/N. I told you I do not lie…not to you.” Weakly angling your hips you groan as his cock is still buried inside of you. “He made fun of me and my love to you. Brady said that no one should be that obsessed about a useless girl like you. That Lisa is…forget it.”

“He would never…” Sniffling you look anywhere but into Dean’s eyes. “Liar…”

“He was the liar, not me.” Dean gets angry, grabs your chin to force you to look at him. “I told him to forget about you, that he can have anything he ever dreamed off, but he said that Lisa wants you gone…and he meant gone.”

“Gone…I…oh…gone…”

“Your fine husband wanted to kill you to prove he only loves her. That monster had the guts to tell me you will be dead and gone soon. I lost my composure and…”

“Killed my husband…” Covering your eyes with your hands you try to process what Dean just said. Did Brady plan to kill you? Would have gone that far or is this a sick game Dean tries to play with you?

All you know is that you need to be smart, need to hide all you have in mind is to escape this dangerous man.

Months later you are on the run. One night you could sneak out of the restaurant Dean brought you to. Before you had to pretend to give in, to play his girl, even agreed to marry him to make sure you can find proof he killed your husband.

Unfortunately, there was nothing you could have used against him. – Not that the cops would’ve believed you this time.

Especially after you saw the cops coming to your house that night to talk to Dean at his office not days before you ran away.

Benny, Dean’s right hand confirmed that Brady tried to get rid of you, still, Dean is a dangerous man. He’s not the nice billionaire he tries to pretend.

Dean Winchester is the kingpin of whole Kansas and you had no other choice than to run before you never get the chance to.

Before the engagement ring at your finger seals your fate…

Monsters are not real. They are residents of nightmares or urban legends.

Monsters shouldn’t find you when you ran away.

Monsters shouldn’t call your name softly.

Monsters shouldn’t press a shotgun to another man’s head as he tried to make money by calling your fiancè.

“Get away from my fiancé, piece of shit. Selling her position to me. Kidnapping her. Restraining her. Tossing her into your trunk.

While you shake in fear, glancing up at Dean he slams the handle of the gun into the man’s face.

“I’ve got you, Sweetheart. I was so worried when you ran away.”

He’s securing the shotgun before he removes the makeshift gag your so-called friendly neighbor stuffed into your mouth to make sure you can’t call for help.

Check the locks, shut the windows down

This monster's back in town

The song replays in your mind as Dean cuts the ropes around your ankles and wrists open. He doesn’t seem to be angry, or in the mood to get rid of you.

Dean, the monster killing your husband gently checks on your sore wrists and ankles.

“We have to clean the sore skin, Y/N. I’ll have a first aid kit in my car. Never scare me like that again.”

This monster's back in town

Danger knocking at my door

He has you in his arms a moment later and you know for sure – Dean will never let you out of sight again.

“I’ve got you, Sweetheart. I know you were scared when the cops came to our home. Jimmy said you recognized him.”

“I thought you would hurt me…” Dean’s lips press a soft kiss to your hair as he carries you toward the waiting SUV.

“I would never hurt you, Y/N. You’re my girl. Jimmy came by as he finally had proof that Brady planned to kill you. I asked him to help me find Lisa. She admitted that Brady had a plan to get rid of you.” Shaking you hide your face in Dean’s chest.

“He did…” Your voice is weak as you know there is no way the man holding you in his arms will ever let you go.

“I will make you see there is no reason to be afraid of me. All I want is to love you…”

Check the locks, shut the windows down

This monster's back in town

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First Love

High School Dean x High School! Plus size! Reader

Summary: Dean is the mysterious and sexy boy of your high school. And you’re just, you. But what if the playboy’s eyes shine only for you? Can you trust him?

Warnings: High School AU, fluff, slight angst, mentions of bullying, smut, protected sex, car sex (MUST BE 18+ TO READ THE PART BETWEEN WARNINGS)

Word Count: 3679

A/N: Both Dean and the reader are 18 for the sake of this story, so there is no underage sex nor anything like that (even though in most European countries the age of consent is around 15, I didn’t want to make anybody uncomfortable). Also changed the request slightly, because I didn’t think she would let him have her virginity just like that, so they both have some, although limited, experience.

This story was requested by my sweet @prettysourabbie, and I hope both she and you guys will enjoy this fluffy smuttiness. FEEDBACK is gold, you know the drill. Thank you for reading! xx Full request here: Hey beautiful! I saw that you have open request! Yayyy you are a bop of a writer! Can I request a High school Dean Winchester x high school plus size reader, where the reader is Garth younger sister and she really quirky and shy and dean starts catching feelings and takes her on a date and takes her virginity?? Fluff, smut, dorkyness haha I’m sorry this is so awkward turtle! ☺️💕🤘🏻

Dean Winchester Masterlist __ Masterlist

You heard whistles from somewhere behind you, but you didn’t bother to turn around. You knew the drill. Whenever somebody catcalled or whistled near you, it was never actually at you. It was either at one of your hot friends or some random chick walking down the corridors or streets. Not that you specifically minded. You weren’t a pet to come when somebody whistled. But, you thought, it would be nice if somebody actually found you attractive enough to show it.

Your ex-boyfriend, Max, was a great guy behind closed doors, he would adore you, braid your hair, play games with you, and such, but as soon as his friends were around him, he would act as if he didn’t know you. It broke your heart, and after a few weeks of suffering, you ended things with him.

Max acted all surprised, telling you that you were the best girl he’s met, but that was until one of his best friends called at him in front of the school, and Max ran towards them as if he wasn’t in the middle of a sentence. You knew you were better off without him, but it still stung.

The whistles could be heard again, and you sighed in frustration. You turned around from the book you were just reading, The Rise of Silas Lapham by William Dean Howells, and looked at the boy who was whistling like crazy.

Dean fracking Winchester.

He had a smirk plastered on his face, and when you finally turned around to face him, he wiggled his eyebrows and sent you an air-kiss. You looked around yourself, confused because Dean Winchester couldn’t be doing this at you. No fucking way.

But when you saw there was no girl in a 3-meter radius, you turned back at him, your brows high up on your forehead.

“That some kind of bet?” You hissed at him, not really wanting the other students around you to hear your conversation. You didn’t need to be embarrassed in front of the whole school. Again.

It was Dean’s turn to raise a brow.

“A bet, what are you getting at, doll? I thought you looked cute so I whistled. Easy as that,” Dean shrugged, and you rolled your eyes at him, before you shut your book with a thud, swiftly put it in your bag and walked towards Dean.

“First of all, catcalling doesn’t work on anyone, so you should maybe get up next time and actually tell a girl you like her. And secondly, we both know that a boy like you would never be interested in a girl like me, so stop pretending and stop being a dick. T’was nice talking to you, Dean, see you at class,” you mumbled as you stormed out of the study room.

Dean watched you leave, confused as hell as to why you’d think he was joking or playing some kind of games. You were the most real person at the school, and beautiful on top of that. Well, if catcalling wasn’t enough, Dean promised himself to think of something better to let you know just how interested in you he really was.

—-

Coming home, you slammed the door and huffed out a breath, falling on the nearest chair. You brother came out of his room hearing somebody was home, and when he saw you, he frowned.

“What happened to you?” Garth asked, worriedly watching your face.

“Nothing, it’s just… Why did nature give you such metabolism that you can eat a fucking country, and you still won’t gain an ounce, while I look at a pizza and I’m five pounds heavier? It’s just not fair, that’s all I’m saying. Maybe if I was thinner, boys would actually be interested in me and not just as a part of a bet,” you murmured under your breath, keeping your gaze glued to the pillow on your chest.

“Some fucker is playing games with you? Tell me which and I’ll beat the shit out of him, that’s why I’m your big bro!” Garth almost shouted, and you had to smile a little. He would always protect you, even though you were pretty sure you would be more successful in taking somebody down than Garth.

You still smiled up at your big brother and shook your head at him.

“I’m fine, Garth, trust me. Just a few more months and then I’m outta here. Brown is waiting and with that lots of new opportunities. I won’t have to hide anymore, because I’ll find real friends there, some that won��t judge me because I read too much or because I’m sometimes emotionally unavailable. Or because they think I’m fat. None of this will matter, and I seriously cannot wait to get out of this shithole and get the party started,” you laughed, and Garth joined you, sitting on the arm of the chair, kissing your hair.

“You’ll do great there, Y/N. And you’re not fat, you’re a woman. You know, I think the world needs more girls like you, not starving themselves just for some boys to like them. You are you, and I love you for it, and soon, there will be a guy who will love you unconditionally, I promise you that,” he whispered against the crown of your head and walked out fo the living room back to his den.

You sighed and stood up, walking towards the mirror on the wall, staring at yourself. You could see a lot of imperfections, sure, but you also saw a beautiful human being, and you knew that while here, at the small town high-school in the middle of Kansas, you were misplaced entirely, you would fit right in Rhode Island.

—-

Next day at school was going typically, you were smart in classes and alone in the hallways right to the lunch, where you once again sat by yourself. But you didn’t mind it, you could at least read your book and not be bothered by some petty drama, like which pink was more pink of the two pinks. You couldn’t roll your eyes harder even if you tried, hearing that conversation coming from behind you.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in front of you, and while you didn’t really care what happened, you still looked up aware that if somebody was fighting (which was very likely, considering the amount of testosterone coursing the young men blood systems) you wanted to be as far away as possible from that.

But looking up, you saw Dean Winchester, standing on one of the tables, looking around the room frantically, trying to find somebody. And then his eyes landed on you. He smirked and yelled.

“Y/N Y/L/N, I tried to do this yesterday, but you are one tough cookie, doll. So here I am, making a fool of myself in front of pretty much the whole school by yelling uncontrollably at somebody who is sooo not interested in me, but I gotta try anyway. Would you please, please go on a date with me? And before you say no, I just wanna warn you that I’m gonna stand here and yell until you actually agree on going out with me, so, please? Pretty please? Prettiest please?-“

You were pretty sure even your ass was red from the embarrassment, and to spare you at least some dignity, you just yelled a quick yes for god’s sake, and ran away from the room. What the hell was he thinking?

You got your answer pretty soon, because Dean followed you out of there, yelling your name as he ran.

“What?” You snapped at him when you were far enough from the canteen.

“Why do you keep doing this? I just wanna go out with you and spend some time with the most interesting girl in the whole town. Why do you keep pushing me away, Y/N?” Dean asked, and for a moment, you really believed the words he said. But then you remembered that while you were the one people laughed at, Dean was one of the most popular boys at school, with his charming smile and mysterious green eyes.

“Because I know you are making fun of me, Dean. Look, I know that a guy like you would never be interested in somebody like me, so I really don’t get what you’re getting out of this, you know?” You mumbled as you bit your lip, a habit you had whenever you were nervous.

Dean didn’t answer you, and when you looked at him, you saw him staring at your lip, licking his instinctively. Without another word, he swiped his thumb along your lips and freed the one you were biting, before he leaned in, and kissed you.

Your first reaction was to push him away, but the way his lips felt against yours, the velvety touch of skin on skin, and his hand finding its way to your waist, you couldn’t move. And a small part of you didn’t really want to walk away from that.

He didn’t deepen the kiss, he just stood there, kissing you, until you both needed some air.

You could feel yourself blushing, and before you knew it, you were biting your lips again. You could hear Dean growl before he whispered,

“If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself, doll.”

You gasped looking deep into his eyes, and he leaned in again, this time only kissing your cheek before he gave you one of his famous smiles.

“I’ll pick you up at 7, alright, pretty girl?”

All you could do was nod, and he didn’t push you to talk, probably because he knew what effect he had on girls. You always heard from your classmates how he made them swoon, and until now, you didn’t really understand why. Sure, he was a pretty boy, but damn those lips, they were to die for.

The evening couldn’t come soon enough.

—-

While there was still a nagging voice in your mind, that Dean wasn’t in it honestly, you tried to look your prettiest just in case he actually did mean it. You wore light flowery dress reaching above your knees, you curled your hair and even applied some make-up to look presentable. You checked yourself in a mirror, and even you had to say you didn’t look the worst.

Garth has been fretting like a mama bear since both your parents were out of time and this was officially your first date after your break-up with Max. He assured you like a million times that you looked lovely and that any guy would be lucky to have you.

When you heard a knock on the door, you wanted to go and open, but Garth was faster. He skipped through the living room to let Dean in, giving him the “big brother speech”. You rolled your eyes at that because seeing that even though 2 years younger, Dean was indisputably stronger than your brother. Hell, even a 5-year old girl was probably stronger than your brother.

But Dean listened to Garth carefully, and when Garth hissed something to Dean’s ear, you could even see Dean’s eyes going a little wider and him nodding in understanding at your brother. That made you chuckle and to spare Dean any other trauma, you pulled him out of the house, yelling at Garth that you’d probably be late.

Dean grabbed your hand in his and pulled you towards a classic-looking car, all shiny and polished.

“This is my Baby, well, technically, it’s my father’s, but he promised that the second he gets a new car, Baby will be mine, so…”

You squeezed his hand, still looking at Baby.

“Well, she’s a beaut, I totally get why you wanna keep her,” you said admiring his car. In return, Dean admired you.

“Do you know that you’re the first girl who actually likes her? All the other girls always tell me that I should get something nicer and more out of this time. I knew you were special, Y/N,” he smirked at you before opening the door for you to get in.

The night was beautiful, and the more time the two of you spent together, the more things in common you found. Despite Dean acting like a tough guy at school, he was a dork, in reality. A huge dork at that. He would tell you dad jokes until your stomach hurt, he would tell you all about his favourite rock bands, the majority of which you’ve never even heard, singing you his favourite bits.

In return, you talked to him about your favourite things, such as reading and writing, your slight obsession with Disney and Marvel, which he said he totally understood and told you that your second date would be a movie marathon.

It was well after all that that he asked you something personal.

“Why did you think I was making fun of you, Y/N? I just can’t understand that. You’re so beautiful, and I honestly thought you were out of my league, that’s why I never asked you out. You’re so damn smart, hella funny, and so hot that I have hard times not creaming my pants just looking at you in that dress. I just, is somebody making fun of you, or something?” He sounded so genuine, and his voice was so broken that you had to smile at him.

You caressed his cheek before you kissed his cheek.

“I thought you were out of my league, you know? And yeah, I’ve been having some issues with the barbies of the school, but nothing I can’t handle. I just thought it was another of their stupid jokes on me, you know? But getting to know you, I really misjudged you, Dean, and I’m sorry for that,” you whispered to his ear, and he visibly shuddered.

You bit your lip and looked at him, this time doing it 100% on purpose. And the reaction you wanted to see came very soon.

Dean almost leapt out of his own seat in Baby, capturing your lips with his, kissing you senseless. You could feel his hand on your naked leg, just being there and massaging little circles into your skin.

He deepened the kiss, not giving you the chance to get away from him even if you wanted. And you enjoyed every second of his dominant personality.

You grabbed the lapels of his jacket, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

When you both felt the need to breathe again, he only pulled an inch away from you, looking you deep in the eyes.

You could see it all in them. He looked at you like you were the only girl in this universe, and you believed him. You wanted him just as much as his lusty eyes wanted you.

You surprised him when you climbed out of your seat and opened the door to the backseat, laying on your back, and biting your lip, inviting Dean to join you.

His surprise didn’t last long, though. He couldn’t miss such an opportunity with the girl of his dreams, and he was glad there was a box of condoms hidden in the car. Not that he had that much experience, but his father made it very clear when Dean became 16, that a boy always needs condoms, just in case.

He jumped in the backseat behind you, his body laying on top of yours, and he claimed your lips again. There was more urgency this time, and while he was laying on top of you, trying to not crush you with this weight, you tugged at his clothes to finally get him naked.

It wasn’t like you’ve had too much experience in that area, but you knew what your body wanted, and you wouldn’t deprive it anymore. Not with Dean’s presence overwhelming your every sense.

He got the message, and so he was soon without a shirt, with his jeans around his ankles. He rolled your dress high, but before he could get past your stomach, you stopped his hand. He looked at you quizzically raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe, I should just leave the dress on tonight? You know, we don’t have to lose time by me getting all the way naked, and all,” you said, not looking at Dean.

He frowned at you before he took your chin between his fingers and he turned your head to face him.

“Don’t hide from me, Y/N. You’re beautiful, and I’m gonna prove it to you. And not only tonight. I wish our first time wasn’t in a car, because I can’t show you just how much I appreciate you and your body here, but I promise, next time I’ll devour all of your like I should because you’re the best girl. My girl,” Dean husked and bit your shoulder to prove his point.

And you didn’t protest anymore because his honest eyes wouldn’t let you.

Warnings: smut starting

Your dress went flying to the front of the car, just like your bra and your panties, and although you had the need to hide from Dean’s prying eyes, you didn’t want to ruin the moment. So you just laid there, palming his growing erection, and when you thought it couldn’t get any hotter, Dean dived in on your chest, sucking one of your nipples in his mouth, moaning as he went.

You arched your back, the pleasure overwhelming you, especially when you felt his right hand travelling further down your body until he found your wet core. He groaned at the feeling of your slick on his fingers, and he started to tease your clit, preparing you for him.

You managed to pull his member out of his boxer-briefs, gasping at the girth of him. Where you thought Max was pretty well equipped, Dean was packing, a lot. It was like comparing a sausage with an arm. For a second, you were worried how he’d even fit, but the longer he played with your pussy, the fewer worries you had. Your brain was turning into mush, and you were enjoying every second of it.

Dean’s fingers pushed inside you, and you breathed out a low moan. Dean was breathing heavily, your soft hand on your dick was not helping his current situation. When you squeezed him especially hard, he moaned and bit your neck, licking it after, and sucking a hickey there, to show everybody you were his. Because there was no way in hell, he would let you get away after this.

“You want this, sweetheart? We can stop right now, no shame in that. I want you to feel comfortable with me,” Dean said breathily, and ceased his movement for a second.

But your hooded eyes with blown pupils and your puffed out lips were telling him all he needed to know.

“I know we can, but I really don’t wanna stop, Dean. Unless, of course, you want to stop, and in that case we totally can, no pressure,” you smiled at him sweetly, and he kissed you again, unable to keep to himself.

He didn’t say anything but rummaged the front seat before pulling a silver package in his hand, tearing it apart and getting the rubber on himself.

He looked at you once again, and you nodded, wordlessly, just wanting to feel him, finally.

He teased you for a moment, gathering the slick escaping your core before he slowly pushed in, letting you breathe out the slight discomfort of having somebody so think inside you. Once he was bottomed out, he waited before you raised your hips, signalling you were ready for a movement. And Dean obediently listened.

He withdrew from you before thrusting in again, repeating this motion before you were trembling underneath him. But it was a skilled slick of your clit that sent you over the edge, crying out his name loudly, your eyes squeezed shut.

Dean knew he would never see anything as pretty as you coming on his cock. And it was this sight in combination with your tight pussy that was his undoing. He came with a grunt, spilling inside the condom, and letting his sweaty forehead lean against yours.

Warning ending

“Well, that was something else, Y/N. How are you feeling?” Dean asked attentively, laying down next to you, cuddling you from behind.

“I couldn’t be better, Dean. Thank you for tonight, it is a night to remember,” you whispered, snuggling closer to his firm chest.

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You woke up to the sound of four feet fluttering on the wooden floor of your bedroom. You could hear your husband’s heavy breathing, so you knew he was still deep asleep, and when you opened your eyes, you could see your 5-year old son and your 3-year old daughter staring back at you, mischievous grins plastered on their faces.

You smirked at them, and that was their undoing. They both squealed loudly, jumping on your bed and effectively waking their dad up.

“What are you doing here, you little monsters?” he rasped, catching his daughter in his arms and tickling her until she was screaming for mercy.

You laughed at their antiques and the way your son tried to save his little sister from the tickle monster.

“What are you laughing at, pretty lady? You think the tickle monster can’t get you too?” your husband asked you, and your children stopped what they were doing, looking at you, before they both jumped at you, while their father tickled the hell out of you.

“Stoooop, please,” you yelled, trying to shimmy out of bed.

“Oh, you’re not getting away that easily, m’lady. I told you on that first date that you were mine, and there is no way I’m letting you go,” Dean rasped at you, and while you were still laughing, you shook your head at your husband.

He promised to show you why he thought you were the best girl, and he has been doing that for the past 12 years. Your first love was indeed the best love.

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sorenmarie87 · 4 years ago

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Eiffel for you

Summary: Your next door neighbor joins you and your father for dinner.

Pairing/Characters: Benny/Adopted Daughter!Reader. Dean/Reader (Crush hinted at). Leon, Claire and Ada (All OC’s)

Square Filled: Neighbor AU (Fluff)

Word Count: 632

Rating: Teen and up.

Warnings: Benny doesn’t like the reader’s ex. Mentions of past cheating. Taking a baseball bat to someone’s car. Pick-up lines.

A/N: Written for @spnfluffbingo. Beta’d by the lovely @iflostreturntosteverogers

Written for @fictionalabyss and 'Den of Sleaze prompt challenge' and the prompt was "If we were both squirrels, I'd let you store your nuts in my hole."

"God, it's like they aren't even trying anymore." You looked up from your phone, grateful that your dad was still in the kitchen.

"I thought you said you were done with the dating apps." Dean took a sip of his beer as you shrugged.

"I am, or I was but you know how Claire is. She's convinced things will be different this time around." You huffed and then rolled your eyes. "C'mon, even you could come up with something better than 'If we were both squirrels, I'd let you store your nuts in my hole."

The left side of Dean’s mouth pulled up into a smirk. It was a good line, Dean had to admit. He was mentally adding it to his list of pick up lines.

"I know that look on your face all too well chief, please tell me you're not plannin' on usin' that on the next woman you try to pick up at the bar."

"What, I would never." Benny chuckles from the kitchen as Dean takes another swig of his beer.

"Yeah, you would." Benny and you answer in unison.

"You know what, shut up." You chuckle quietly as you type out a response and set your phone off to the side with the screen down.

"Please don’t tell me you’re talking to Leon again."

“I know better than that.” You shake your head and even though you can’t see him, you hear him as he sighs in relief.

"I don't know what I'd do if you were."

“He apologized papa.”

“That’s all that boy ever did, and how does he repay you?”

“By sleeping with Ada, his coworker. There’s one piece of that story you always forget. I dumped him and took a baseball bat to his precious piece of shit car.”

"Remind me to never piss you off." Dean muttered into his beer and you grinned.

"I can and will go all Carrie Underwood on your ass."

He was just finishing up the last bite of shrimp etouffee when his phone started ringing. .Dean excused himself from the table and answered it. You smiled to yourself as you cleared the table and moved to the kitchen to put the dirty dishes in the sink. You reached for the cabinet, intending to get plates for dessert when you heard your phone go off. You figured it was just another message from the dating app, and ignored it for now.

“You need some help in there, mon petite chou?”

“I got it.” You cut the pie into eight pieces and placed two pieces aside for you and your father.

“Thank you guys for dinner, and I hate to cut out before dessert but Sammy needs me to babysit.” You heard a chair scrape across the floor and Benny pulled Dean in for a hug.

“It was nice seeing ya, Dean. You’re welcome here anytime, you know that.”

“Hey munchkin? I’ll see you later.” You poked your head around the corner and held up one finger. You found the aluminum foil and wrapped the pie pan up.

“Take this with you.” You smiled and walked back into the dining room. “It’s your favorite, pecan pie.”

“You spoil me Y/N, you know that right?” Your face flushed as Dean pulled you into his arms and wrapped them around your waist. You could feel his lips brush over your ear as he whispered something into your ear. You pulled away with your face still flushed and darted for your phone as soon as Dean was out the door.

You unlocked your phone and saw that it wasn't a message from the dating site like you thought. It was a text from Dean. You tapped it open to find just a simple sentence. Are you french? Because Eiffel for you.

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katymacsupernatural · 5 years ago

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The Lies of Men Chapter 13

Dean x Reader AU

Story Summary: Y/N is married to a very wealthy bank owner. After his true colors show through, Y/N runs to her police officer brother for help. Instead, she finds his friend Dean, who offers his support. Set in the 1940′s.

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It was only a couple of moments later that there was a knock on your door. Hastily wiping away the tears that had fallen, you cracked the door open slightly. “Hey there,” Dean spoke softly, his gaze searching your face, his hesitant smile faltering at the tear streaks. “How are you holding up?”

You stepped aside, letting him join you in your room. You hoped it wouldn’t upset Amelia, having an unmarried man in your room. But you and Dean had been through so much already, you felt so close to him. “It’s rough, but I have no choice, do I?”

“Sweetheart, you always have a choice,” he insisted, brushing your tear away gently with his knuckle. “You’re being so strong, so brave.”

“I don’t feel brave,” you whispered. “Hiding out here, letting your brother and his coworkers handle it.”

You sank down on the bed, staring at the window as rain started to fall outside, the sky cloudy and turbulent, much like the feelings churning inside you. “Y/N, you are brave. Taking the first step to leave Lawrence, letting me, and Sam help you was brave.”

“Do you think Sam will be able to figure something out?” You asked. “Or is this all going to be in vain?”

“Sam’s good at what he does,” Dean pulled the plush chair over in front of you, sitting down and taking your hands in his. “As much as it chafes me, the best course for us right now is to sit and wait. Let your body heal.”

“My body is fine,” You insisted, but you knew the bruises were still there. Your body still ached, but it was a reminder that you were doing the right thing.

“Listen, if I stay in here much longer I bet Amelia is going to have a meltdown,” Dean chuckled. “Why don’t we head down, find a game or something to pass the time?”

“I do like cards,” you agreed, thunder cracking overhead, the rain coming down even harder. Taking a deep breath, you followed Dean back down the stairs, staring at the dark green wallpaper, wondering how long you would end up being stuck in here. You had been a prisoner in Lawrence’s house for so long, and no matter how much you tried to shake the fact, you were starting to feel like a prisoner here as well.

The day passed slowly, like honey being poured. You sat in the Den, across from Dean, trying to keep your mind on the card games in front of you. But Rummy and whist didn’t do much to hold your attention.

Amelia spent the morning chattering, talking to both you and Dean while playing along, never noticing how quiet both of you were. She talked about her house, and remodels she wanted done. She talked about a ball that she was supposed to attend next week, and how she hadn’t had a chance to go shopping for a gown yet. She was nice, but exhausting at the same time.

It was a relief when she went back to talk to her housekeeper, leaving you and Dean alone. “She’s nice,” you announced as Dean stalked the cards up, mindlessly shuffling them in his hands.

“Yeah, she is,” he agreed. “If you can handle that sort of bubbling personality all the time.”

Standing up, you stretched your back before making your way to the closed curtain. The room seemed dim, even with the chandelier fully lit. Pulling back the curtain, you watched as the rain continued to fall. Puddles filled the cobblestone streets, the cars splashing through them as they drove by. “How did they meet?”

“Sam and Amelia?” Dean seemed surprised you wanted to know as he came to stand beside you. Both of you stared down at the street, wondering if the cars parked across would play a part in your story. “Um, let’s see. It was a formal dinner event I think. Sam, as always, was running late because of a case. Amelia’s family was holding the event, and she ran out after her dog right as he was pulling up.”

“Oh, that’s horrible,” you gasped. “And the dog?”

“Survived. Sam swerved, nearly hit a tree, but I guess that was it for them. Love at first sight.”

“Must be nice,” you whispered, wishing your marriage had turned out that way. Instantly chastising yourself because if it had, you never would have realized how much you cared for Dean.

“Y/N, you can still have that,” he insisted, his hand resting on your waist. “We’ll get this figured out, and then maybe...you and I could..,”

Just then there was a knock on the door, startling both you and Dean. He stepped back, the warmth of his hand falling from your waist as he smoothed down his cream colored sweater. You could feel your anxiety start to settle in as the maid quietly walked down the hallway. Your pupils dilated, your heart rate sped up and your hands started shaking. “Y/N, what is..,” Dean started to ask, but immediately he knew the cause of your distress.

“He can’t get you in here,” He assured you. “But, just to make sure, why don’t you go...through that door? It leads to the servants stairs. You can go up to your room, and I’ll meet you there.”

Your mouth suddenly dry, you did as he suggested, pushing open the heavy door just as the maid’s voice came muffled through the walls. “Go,” Dean whispered, and you were gone. Up the narrow and steep stairs, tiptoeing down the hallway.

Tears were streaming down your face as you leaned against the door. From the second floor you couldn’t hear the conversation going on below. You had no idea what was going on because you had run away. You were so sick and tired of living like this. Always afraid, running away instead of facing your fears.

Sinking down on the soft, downy bed, you let the tears continue to fall. They were tears of fear, sure. But they were also tears of frustration and anger. Anger at yourself for acting this way. Sniffling, you pulled out your handkerchief, wiping at your nose before tossing it to the side.

“Y/N?” Dean’s questioned outside the door before pushing it open. “Are you okay?”

“Just peachy,” you muttered.

He hesitated at the door for a moment before coming inside. “It’s alright. It was just Amelia’s seamstress arriving. No harm done.”

“Dean, this is so stupid,” you muttered. “Running because of a stupid knock on a door. How am I supposed to live like this?”

He stayed silent for a moment, his hand reaching out and grasping yours. “You’re not. It’s not fair for you to have to live your life in fear.”

“What would I do without you?” You whispered. Dean was staring down at you, his green eyes soft and full of compassion. Something you weren’t used to, and it was confusing and addicting at the same time. Your hand still shaking slightly, you brushed it against Dean’s cheek, feeling the slight rough of his beard growing back.

“You’d survive,” he assured you. “You’re strong, and resilient. Even without me, you’d..,”

You wished he was right, but you knew different. Instead, you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his, needing the contact.

His hand crept up, curling around the nape of your neck, pulling you closer to him. Your eyes closed, and just as you started to really enjoy the kiss, the front door slammed open. Sam bellowed Dean’s name, and Dean quickly pulled away. “I wonder what’s up? Sam should be at work for a couple more hours.”

Dean stood up, striding towards the door. “Why don’t you stay here? I’ll let you know what is going on later.”

You shook your head, standing up and smoothing out your pants. “No. I don’t want to hide.”

Dean reached back, grasping your hand and pulling you close to his side before the two of you began the trek down to where Sam was waiting.

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ms-rampage · 4 years ago

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Eden’s Gate: Left Behind Chapter 18 - Carry On

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Angels and Demons.

Word count: 3k

Summary: In the penultimate chapter Kate tells all of her friends that she has to leave Hope County due to a family emergency across the country. She has a hard time telling John because of how close they’ve gotten.

Guest OCs: Paige Winchester, Sarah Dunham, Alissa Connors, Layla Michaels, Becky Taylor, Ashley Saunders, Ivan and Isaiah Wren, Ryan Cho, Dylan Paulson and Kevin Baker.

Guest characters: Lilith, Archangel Gabriel, (Supernatural, in a dream), Sam, and Dean Winchester, Castiel [mentioned], Eli Palmer, Wheaty, Mary May, Nick Rye, Grace Armstrong, Pastor Jerome, Raphael, Michael and Lucifer [mentioned].

Note: This chapter is a clusterfuck. SMGDFH.

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Kate and Morgan are on their way to the Wolf’s Den. They’re planning on telling all of their friends, everyone they’ve come to know during their time living in Hope County.

They’re leaving, they don’t know for how long, not sure if they’ll ever come back especially with the Cult running around, and destroying shit.

They make it to the Wolf’s Den, parking the car by the grassy area, and they make their way up the small mountain.

“So what are you gonna tell Wheaty?!” Morgan asks, trying to keep herself from slipping down the grassy hill.

Kate sighs, “I don’t know. Probably “Hey I’m gonna be leaving Hope County, I’m not sure how long I’m gonna be gone, it’s a family emergency and they need me, and Morgan because she’s family as well”. I don’t know something like that, or along the lines”.

“Aww you see me as family?!?” Morgan says in a sarcastic but also heartful kind of way.

Kate rolls her eyes, “Well duh, I’ve known you for over 10 years. We’ve traveled together”.

They go down the stair of the Wolf’s Den, the Whitetails being the first on their list to say their goodbyes even though they still have two months to do so.

They get to the bottom of the steps, and Kate almost walks into Wheaty.

“Hey!!” he says loudly, startled by their unexpected visitors.

“Hey Wheaty” Kate greets him with a smile.

“Morgan, Kate. How are you two doing?” he asks, in an awkward tone.

“We're doing great, but we unfortunately have some bad news” Morgan says, walking past him, and sits down on a chair.

“What’s the bad news?” he asks, looking back and forth at them.

Morgan raises her eyebrows at Kate, telling her to explain to him why they have bad news.

Kate clears her throat, “We uh. Unfortunately, we have to leave Hope County”.

Eli walks in as she says this.

“Leave Hope County?!?!” the bearded man asks loudly.

“Yeah, I got a call from my uncle, and there’s a family emergency, and they need mine, and Morgan’s help” Kate explains to them.

“What kind of emergency?” Eli asks, “If you don’t mind me asking”.

“It’s just my great aunt, she got into some trouble with some sketchy people. She made a few deals, and we have to help her out of it” Kate further explains.

“We’re gonna be leaving in a few months. Because that’s when the “deadline” expires, and we have to help her hold off it” Morgan adds.

They’re both great liars. No one. Not a single soul can know of the evil monsters in this world.

Vampires, Demons, Werewolves, Ghosts, Ghouls. That shit will only freak people out, and only a small handful of people can know, and hunt these monsters.

The people in Hope County will never know, or understand what Kate and Morgan do for a living.

What their families have been doing for generations. Saving people, hunting things, the family business.

It was a close one with John getting possessed, Kate was glad Castiel worked his angel magic, and wiped his memory of the whole thing.

One of the perks on being besties with an Angel of the Lord.

Kate clears her throat again, “November 2nd. That’s when we’re leaving for Jackson, then we’re going to Pennsylvania because that’s where she lives”.

Eli, and Wheaty look back and forth at the two huntresses.

“As much as we don’t want to leave, especially with the Cult terrorizing everyone” Morgan says.

“A lot of shit going on” Kate adds.

They stayed at the Wolf’s Den for another half an hour, and they moved on to all their other friends.

Luckily Nick Rye, Grace, Pastor Jerome and Mary May were all at the Spread Eagle.

You can cut the tension with a knife, after what happened several months early with the whole atonement bullshit, and Saleos.

Mary pretty much glared at Kate the whole time, Nick and Grace didn’t even look back to look at her, and Pastor Jerome just looked like he didn’t want to talk about what happened that day.

“Hey” Kate says, greeting the Holland Valley business owners, and residents.

“Hey” Mary says with a hint of anger in her voice.

Morgan takes the lead with this since none of them want to hear Kate out on this.

“Listen” she starts off, “Kate and I are leaving Hope County in a few months. Family emergency, we’re telling you guys because we don’t want you guys to think we just, up and left Montana out of selfishness”.

As Mary cleans glasses, “So after everything that has happened. You’re just gonna leave like the fucking Cult is gonna let you?!”.

Morgan and Kate both look at each other, then back at Mary.

“Oh wait. That’s right you can because you’re fucking dating John Seed” she yells angrily towards Kate.

Kate snaps back, “Okay first of all I didn’t even fucking know he was involved with that shit!!”.

“Bullshit!!!” Mary snaps, almost breaking a glass “You seriously didn’t even know about the Cult, or the atonements?. Or any of that shit?”.

“What John did to me was un-fucking-forgiveable” Nick says, “I’m surpised you defended him, and was still dating him after all that. Hell I don’t know why you even got with him in the first place”.

Nick doesn’t even look back at them when he says this, not even turning his head in the slightest.

“I broke things off with John shortly after that. I never spoke to him after all of that” she defends herself but it wasn’t good enough.

“That still doesn’t make things any better Kate!!” Mary adds, “I don’t know if you’re blind, or just stupid for defending that man. After what him and his family have done to all of us, and you still justify his actions”.

“I’m starting to think you two leaving is for your own selfishness” Grace says, not looking back at them.

Pastor Jerome turns to them, and says “Some of us can forgive you, but we won’t forget. We won’t forget the pain the Seeds have done to us all. The wrath, pain and sorrow they put on all of us will be justified”.

Kate and Morgan turn around, and are about to leave the bar. Kate’s surprised Jeorme didn’t bring up her citing an exorcism during her atonement.

Mary mutters as she’s cleaning glasses, “I thought you would be like your mother when I first met her. But turns out you're both the same”.

Kate stops, and turns to her, “What did you say?!?. My mother?!?”.

She walks up to the counter, “What do you mean “I would be like my mother?”.”

“Mandy, or should I say Mother Amanda. She was a part of the Cult, she was The Mother, Joseph picked her. They were the Mother and Father of Eden’s Gate” Mary says, “That was 6-7 years ago”.

“Bullshit!!” Kate yells, Morgan tries to hold her back, “My mother would never be a part of a fucking Cult. Be a goddamn peggie?!. Fuck no!!”.

Mary scoffs, “She betrayed us, she betrayed the Cult, and look what happened to her. Joseph had some of his followers kill her”.

Kate's voice starts to tremble, and takes a deep breath “Lies. all fucking lies!!!. She wouldn’t let a bunch of inbred hillbilly motherfuckers kill her”.

Morgan practically drags Kate out of the bar, and back to their car.

“Kate, you have to calm down!!!” Morgan tells her.

Pacing, aggressively scratching her head, “That’s all bullshit. My mom would never join the fucking Cult. I know she’s not dead, I know it. My uncle Brent said he needed her help as well with the whole thing with Aunt Flora”.

“Okay. Kate you need to relax. Let’s go home, and you can sleep for a bit. Then we can tell the others later”.

Morgan puts Kate in the passenger side, and drives them home.

Kate goes into her room, and tries to sleep for a bit.

1:30 in the afternoon, and she still has a lot more people to tell about her departure in a few months.

Tossing and turning in her midday nap. She had a very eerie about an old enemy demon that at one time needed to harvest her soul because she was, or she still is the true vessel to this particular demon.

Lilith the first demon to be created by Lucifer himself.

That bitch demon that her cousin Sam had killed several years earlier, she was resurrected by Crowley, or Alister, or Asmodeus one of them demon fuckers brought her back, along with Abaddon.

-The dream-

Unable to sleep even her own dream, or should I say nightmare, Kate has a hard time sleeping.

“Hello Katella” a female voice says.

Kate wakes up, sitting up in her bed, and sees Lilith.

“What do you want?!?” she asks, angrily. Narrowing her eyes at the demon.

“You already know what I want” she says, walking towards her, and sitting at the edge of her bed.

“And you already know the answer” she replies, “It will always be no”.

“I will get you to say yes” she replies in a threatening tone.

Kate scoffs, rolling her eyes “I won’t let you harvest my soul, my body. I won’t let you. No matter what you do”.

Lilith stands up, walking in front of the bed, and says.

“I know how much you love your sister. Paige. Her and Abaddon are basically counterparts, just like how Sam and Lucifer, Dean and Michael. You and I”.

Kate stands up from her bed, “Paige will never let Abaddon harvest her soul, and I won’t let you. The whole thing with Sam, Dean, Lucifer and Michael was a different story”.

Lilith’s eyes turn white, “I will harvest your soul. No matter what. You’re my other half, my true vessel.”

“You need my consent to harvest my soul. You can stay in that meatsuit of yours”.

Lilith scoffs, walking towards her “I don’t need your consent. I can just harvest your soul. Just like any other demon”.

“Not while I’m around” a male voice says, “Stay away from my human”.

Lilith stops, and turns around. Sees Archangel Gabriel.

She groans in annoyance, rolling her eyes “Of course. One of Heaven’s feathery boys”.

Even though this is all a dream, Kate is relieved that her Trickster Archangel best friend is here.

He narrows his eyes at the demon, “As Kate’s guardian Angel. I won’t let you anywhere near her pure, good soul”.

Lilith laughs softly, “And what are you gonna do about it?!?. By the way how was being tortured by Asmodeus?”.

She smirks, and that was a huge mistake the first demon ever to be created has ever said.

“He fed off of my grace for years!!” he yells, his eyes turning purplish white.

He banishes Lilith away with a bright light. Kate covers her eyes from the blinding light of the Archangel.

Turning back to face the Archangel, he stares at her with those whiskey color eyes.

They stare at each other, “Gabriel?” she whispers.

He slowly approaches her, placing his hand on her cheek. Kate practically melts to his touch.

Sighing softly, closing her eyes. The heat radiating off this angel is very comforting.

Gabriel slowly pulls her closer to him, and-

-end of dream-

Kate wakes up from her very good dream, she’s been having it for a couple weeks now.

It always ends the same way. Gabriel banishing Lilith to Hell probably, caresses her cheek, and pulls her in closer to him.

Probably to kiss her, because Gabe is her guardian Angel, Michael being Paige’s and her mothers is unknown probably Raphael.

That dream is probably telling her something, a sign or some kind of foreshadowing.

Later that day, her and Morgan leave to hang out with their group of friends. 3:30pm.

They all go to the campsite they went to several months earlier when Kate first met Wheaty.

“You guys are leaving?!?” Sarah asks.

Kate and Morgan nod their heads, “Yeah, we are”.

“How are you guys gonna get out?!” Ivan asks.

“We’re not sure yet” Morgan answers.

“We’re driving out. Obviously” Kate says.

They all sit around an unlit bonfire, chatting. Going over their two friends that are leaving. As they're talking, a Cult truck stops near their campsite.

4 peggies come out, all male, rifles in hands. They approach the group of young adults.

“Kate Winchester!!” one of them calls out.

The group of friends turn to Kate, except Morgan her eyes are locked on the 4 peggies.

“What do you want?!?” she asks.

“John wants you to go by the church. Now” another peggie answers.

Kate and Morgan turn to each other.

She gets up, and they guide her to their truck, climbing into the backseat, and they drive out of the Whitetails, and back to Holland Valley.

Dropping her off in front of Falls End church.

Unsure what John wants, or what he wants to talk about.

She walks inside, and sees John with his back to her, standing in front of the panel.

Having flashbacks to 5 in half months ago, when all that shit happened.

“Hey John” she says, her voice echoing.

He turns around, a huge smile on his face.

“Hello Katie” he says, with enthusiasm, and excitement in his voice.

She walks towards him, swinging her hands at her sides, clapping them.

“Soo” she says, “Why did you call me here?”.

He sighs loudly, echoing throughout the church.

“It’s a surprise” he says with a hint of malice in his voice.

Kate raises her eyebrows at him, “Really?. Am I gonna like it?!?”.

John chuckles at her cuteness, the innocence in her voice. How cute, naive and innocent she sounds.

“You’re gonna love it” he says with emphasis on the word love.

“Well I look forward to seeing it” she replies, stepping closer to him.

He stares at her with a smirk, “Well to give you a few hints, it might ring a bell, and it’s gonna be very engaging”.

Kate awkwardly chuckles at him, and John notices something is off about her.

“Darlin’. What’s wrong?” he asks, moving her hair away from her face.

Stammering over her words, trying to hold back tears.

“Its-It’s nothing” she lies, John catches on.

“Don’t lie to me sweetheart. What’s wrong?” he places his hand on the back of her head.

She looks down at the ground, and before she could tell him. Her phone rings, she pulls it out, and sees her sister's name.

Her eyes widened at her phone screen, she looks up at John.

“I’m sorry I really need to take this” she tells him. He nods his head.

She steps away, standing near the front door of the Falls End church, and answers her phone.

“Hey!” she says into her phone.

Paige on the other end, sounding like she just woke up.

“You called, and gave me a very lecural voicemail” she says in a groggily voice, “What’s so important?”.

“Uncle Brent called me. Him, aunt Laura, our cousins, and Barbara need our help” she explains to her older sister.

“For what?!” she asks, voice still groggily.

“Our great aunt Flora made a deal with a demon, and she needs our help” she whispers, so that John can’t hear her.

“Okay. So we head back to Jackson, and leave when?” she asks.

“November 2nd. That’s when we leave to Philly” she whispers to her.

Paige sighs, “Okay. I’ll call Brent, and get more details. But we’re gonna talk out our issues, and you’re gonna have to leave school”.

“Well I graduated, and have my Master of Science degree in Psychology” she tells her, “So me leaving school won’t be necessary”.

They hang up, and Kate turns back to John who is leaning against the panel. His head tilted to the side. Smirk on his face.

“Sorry that was my sister” she tells him.

He can still see the sadness, and worried in her eyes.

“Katie, darlin’. Answer my questions, what’s wrong?.

She sighs, looking down at the floor, “I have to leave Hope County”.

The expression on his face changes from happy to sadness mixed with anger.

“No. No you can’t leave me” he tells her, his voice getting upset, “Why are you leaving me?!?”.

“I don’t want to. My family needs me” she further explains to him, “They need my help. A family member is in deep trouble with some sketchy people”.

John shakes his head, tears starting to form in his eyes, “You can’t leave. I love you, I need you” his voice going hoarse.

“You mean a lot to me. You changed me Kate. I love you, I need you here with me”.

Kate starts to cry, her eyes going red. “I love you too. I can’t leave my family hanging. I’ll come back when we return from Pennsylvania. I have never loved, or cared for anyone before. You’re my first real boyfriend, you took my virginity. Everything we’ve done and been through was all real”.

John tries to smile through his tears. He loves Kate, he really does love her.

He never wanted her to go through any pain. He wants her to stay in Hope County with him.

But he knows how family oriented she is, and that’s why he loves her. He wants to have a family with her. Grow old together in the ranch house, or maybe move to the West Coast, and start their family.

The possibilities are endless for them, but he unfortunately has to accept that she has to leave in a few months, and he wants to spend every moment with her.

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 5 years ago

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Heathers | Sweet Pea

A/N: As I said, I was rewriting Riverdale’s Heathers episode with focus on Sweet Pea and Reader as JD and Veronica Sawyer, and the rehearsals for the musical rather than everything around it (and if it’s the drama around it, it’s drama between Sweet Pea and Y/N). We’ve been robbed of the masterpiece that is Sweet Pea singing Meant To Be Yours. I mean??? That song is amazing in both the off-Broadway and the West End prodcution and Sweet Pea would’ve looked SO HOT singing it and going all completely mental! I did add some characters as friends of Y/N that are part of the musical too since I wanted an appropriate character to play Martha other than Toni (????) who really does not fit the role of Martha Dunnstock. So, I think it’s going to be a six parter and I’ll try to upload one every night at 7pm. (can’t promise anything though) Lemme know if I need to make a taglist and who to put on it! :) Enjoy, kiddos!

Words: 1711

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Y/N

Warnings: cursing, angst

Act one: Freeze Your Brain

Every year we do a different musical at Riverdale High. Last year, we did Carrie, but this year, we’re doing my favorite musical ever: Heathers. If Cheryl Blossom hadn’t claimed the role of Heather Chandler, I would’ve auditioned for it. Mainly so I could yell ‘Shut up, Heather!’ at pretty much any given moment. But I did get the role of Veronica Sawyer which is kind of a more important role than Heather Chandler. I mean, Heather does die quite early on. “I’ve asked Evelyn to step up as co-director,” Kevin Keller, who always directs the musicals, says at our first day of rehearsals. I liked him as director in last year’s play and I think he and Evelyn will be a good team on this year’s musical too. However, Betty Cooper does not agree with that. “Why don’t we introduce ourselves and the parts we’re playing to get Evelyn up to speed with everything?” Cheryl gets up from her chair, clearly wanting to be the first one to go. “I’m Cheryl Blossom and I’m obviously playing Heather Chandler.” I roll my eyes at her. Being ‘theater-nerd’ means not getting along with the popular kids such as Cheryl Blossom and Betty Cooper. It’s not that I hate them, I just don’t want to be friends with them. I mean, it wouldn’t click between us anyway since all I ever do – according to most jocks – is talk and think and dream of musicals. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think they’re assuming I always sing when I speak. Misconceptions about theater kids. “I’m Veronica Lodge, and I play Heather McNamara,” the rich girl with the raven-hair introduces herself. To be honest, Veronica did play Chris in last year’s play and she was honestly amazing. Her voice is to die for. I would ask her to join the drama club, but I’m too scared to. “Betty Cooper, I’m playing the third Heather; Heather Duke.” Then Reggie Mantle clears his throat, clearly wanting to go next, “Reggie, AKA jock Ram Sweeney. Going to bro it up with my bud Arch here. Just two single straight dudes doing some theater.” Once again I have to roll my eyes back at the annoying toxic masculinity-filled jock behind me. “And I play Kurt Kelly,” Archie then says with a small smile. He seems to be annoyed by the antics of his bro. I chuckle at the two boys, earning a glare from them. “You do know Kurt Kelly and Ram Sweeney are actually fake outed as gay by JD and Veronica, right?” I ask them with an amused smile on my face before turning back to Kevin and Evelyn. “I’m Y/N, and I play the ever so lovely Veronica Sawyer. Outcast, turned Heather, then blowing up my boyfriend.” Margot and Ella, my two best friends from drama club give me a sly grin. They both have the same idea as me; neither one of these guys knows the script yet. “Hi, I’m Sweet Pea,” a guy behind me then says. He’s one of the only Serpents with a vital part in the musical. The other Serpents are part of the ensemble, which is also important. But Sweet Pea’s role is one of the biggest, along with mine. “I play Jason Dean, or JD. Veronica’s bad-boy love interest who apparently blows up?” I turn to look at him and give him a nod that tells him he should believe me when I say Jason Dean gets blown up in the end. My eyes glance down to his neck where his Serpent tattoo prominently decorates his skin. I don’t mind the Serpents as much as the other Northsiders did. I didn’t mind when they transferred to our school whilst others picked on them and nearly got them suspended. I don’t hate them but I’m not friends with them either. I just don’t care. I mind my own business, which is theater most of the time. “I’m Jodie Smiths,” the girl next to Margot says. Jodie is also part of the drama club, but we’re not really great friends. I mean, we tolerate each other, and we do what we’re told when we have to do a scene together. But it’s not like I would invite her for a milkshake at Pop’s after rehearsals. Not like I do with Margot and Ella. “I’m portraying Martha Dunnstock in Heathers.” “Fangs,” another one of the Serpents raising his hand as he speaks up, “Hipster dork.” “Toni,” the girl Serpent then speaks up, “New wave girl.” “I’m Josie,” another Northsider girl goes, “And I’m the republican girl.” “Hi, my name’s Margot and I play the role of Stoner chick.” “And I’m Ella, playing the role of preppy kid.” I give my two best friends a wide smile. I’m proud of both of them for making it into the cast even though most of the popular kids claimed the other roles. A few other Serpents and Northsiders tell Evelyn – and the rest of us – what their role in the ensemble is, but I don’t even listen anymore. I’m too filled up with excitement to get started on my favorite musical ever. And then nerves start kicking in when I think of all the scenes I’ll have to do with Cheryl Blossom, Betty Cooper and Veronica Lodge, but mostly the ones with Sweet Pea. I have to make out with Sweet Pea. On stage. “Okay, let’s get started on vocal warm-ups and we’ll sing a few songs from the script to get us started,” Kevin suggests as he claps his hands. “Y/N, Margot, Ella and Jodie, why don’t you guide us through vocal warm-ups?” The four of us nod and get up off our chair, urging the others to do the same. We then teach them the sounds we always make during drama class to warm up. “Good!” Kevin then exclaims when we tell him they’re ready. “Let’s start with Beautiful then. Veronica Sawyer, take it away.” I nod and head up the stage, along with the rest. We don’t know any choreography yet, but it’ll be better if we’re up there to sing the songs. “September 1st, 1989. Dear Diary: I believe I'm a good person. You know, I think that there's good in everyone, but—here we are! First day of senior year! And uh... I look around at these kids that I've known all my life and I ask myself—what happened?” That’s how Heathers: the musical always starts, and that’s how this adventure starts too. “And you know, you know, you know Life can be beautiful You hope, you dream, you pray And you get your way! Ask me how it feels Lookin' like hell on wheels... My God, it's beautiful! I might be beautiful... And when you're beautiful... It's a beautiful frickin' day!” I belt out the last note just like Barret Wilbert Weed does on the cast recording of the Broadway show. I feel like Barret Wilbert Weed or any other Broadway actress I’ve looked up to since I was a child. The ensemble belts out their last note too, getting Kevin, Evelyn and Sweet Pea up on their feet and clapping. I’m not entirely sure whether it’s just for me or for the entire cast, but it still gives me a wicked feeling of pride. “Y/N! I was obsessed with everything you put in that performance!” Evelyn exclaims when the clapping had died down. “Damn, girl! I’m so glad we casted you!” I can hear Betty scoff behind me, but I don’t care. All I care about is that they liked what I did with the song. Even though it’s just what I always do in my shower when I sing that song at the top of my lungs. “Yes! And ensemble was good too!” Kevin then adds to give them some compliments too. “Let’s just go in order of songs, so Candy Store next!” he informs, so I get off the stage and grab my water bottle to drink. I just have one line to say, but no singing in this song, sadly enough. I only go back on when Fight For Me is on and stay on for Freeze Your Brain. I hadn’t heard Sweet Pea yet as this song is his first one in the whole show. “I've been through ten high schools They start to get blurry No point planting roots 'Cause you're gone in a hurry My dad keeps two suitcases packed in the den” My eyes widen a little when his voice chimes through the auditorium. He has a nice singing voice. Pleasant to listen to. Very soothing. “Care for a hit?” he asks, spoken this time, but still part of the song. It takes me away from my thoughts about how good his voice is. “Does your mommy know you eat all that crap?” I shoot back, and then he goes back into singing. My breath hitches in my throat when his voice grows louder and the notes get higher, but he hits them perfectly. I figured he could sing a bit since he got cast as JD, but I didn’t expect him to be this good. My knees even buckle a little at the way he sings ‘Veronica Sawyer’. All of a sudden, the boy becomes more attractive to me than he already was. I mean, he’s not bad looking, but the fact that he can hit all of those notes makes him twice as attractive. He makes me jump out of my thoughts when his voice grows softer and more vulnerable. “Just freeze your brain Freeze your brain Go on and freeze your brain...” His eyes meet mine when he goes, “Try it,” in a spoken voice, just like Ryan McCartan who sings it in the off-Broadway version. Then applause bursts from the auditorium, making me jump a little. I had almost forgotten we were still in rehearsals. “Damn, you’re good,” I mumble, and hope he doesn’t hear. But judging from the little smirk that pulls at the corner of his mouth, I think he has. From that moment on, I knew this musical was going to change things in my life. Whether it was making new friends or playing the role of my dreams, it will change everything.

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thran-duils · 4 years ago

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Devils Look Like Angels (Ch. 13)

Title: Devils Look Like Angels (Chapter 13) Summary: Fem!Reader x Psychotic!Castiel. An unhinged, criminal, supernatural artifact collector extraordinaire… and the reader caught his eye. It will not take her long to realize that beneath the charm and mystique is a crazed killer who will go to great lengths to woo her. Words: 1,916 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Stalking, angst, death/murder, violence

Author’s Note: There is one more chapter after this!

Chap 12 || Chap 14 || Masterpost || Fanfic masterpost

The door swung open before you had even had the opportunity to knock. Castiel was standing there beaming, dressed as fashionable as ever.

“Come in,” he told you cheerfully, stepping out of the way to allow you room.

Your foot crossing the threshold sent a shiver through you, feeling as if you were walking into the lion’s den. Sam and Dean were down the street and were ready to come in if this took too long. You told Dean twenty minutes was the cap if you had not texted them yet. Sam had protested to that, believing that was too long to wait. But you told him you may need time to console and that required tact, which in turn required time.

Castiel’s jacket was hanging on the back of one of the dining room chairs.

“Would you like me to hang your coat?”

“No, I’m okay.”

“Hmm, alright,” Castiel responded, eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

You took in the room, noting the expensive looking rug and portraits. You had been surprised when you entered the neighborhood, seeing the grand houses with their turrets and pristine gardens. Running a hand along the wall panel, you thought of how you would have loved to grow up in a house such as this.

“Did you rent this?”

“It is a friend’s,” Castiel responded, coming closer. “May I get you a drink?”

Clearing your throat, you shook your head, meeting his eyes. You could see the scrutiny beginning to sink in and you knew you needed to move quickly. It was like plunging into cold water being faced with him there knowing what you were about to try to do. But it was crucial that you did this to return to your normal life and that is what gave you the courage to do so.

Facing him fully, you told him, “I have something for you.” You reached into your purse and pulled out the neatly wrapped package containing the bone knife.

His lips curled at the sight of the parcel. “Well, now. How the tables have turned. You have never bestowed me with a gift. Have I rubbed off on you?” He gave you a sly look as he untied the bow. “Although, unlike you, I intend to make use of your well thought out gift.”

You elected to stay quiet as he unwrapped the gift.

His eyes widened in surprise, peering into the box. Reaching in, he began to ask, “Is this…”

Flicking his gaze to you, he murmured in awe, “Bone?”

You confirmed stoically, “The bone from Mesopotamia, as a matter of fact. Not all of it of course, but…” you trailed off.

Castiel was still staring down at it, turning it this way and that slowly, drinking in the sight. A wide grin spread, and he moved to speak but you cut in.

“It comes with a price.”

His smile faltered. “I think you misinterpret the meaning of a gift, kitten.”

“Do you not have reasons for giving me gifts? I believe you expect to woo me to your side when you do.”

“Touche… go on.”

Straightening your back, you told him firmly, “Please stop killing people and involving me.”

He let out a bark of a laugh immediately and you bristled at his curt dismissal of your request. His fingers wrapped tighter around the bone knife, still chuckling to himself.

You kept your eyes trained on him as he placed it back in the box and placed it on the table beside him. Gaze flicking back to you, he moved his arms behind his back and closed the space between the two of you. His musk wove around you at the proximity, your mind fleeting thinking of his arm entwined with yours at the music hall and how you had been enticed by the fragrance then. Now, it made your skin crawl because you were terrified of how he was going to react.

“Kitten. Not only do you obviously listen to me when I talk – I am impressed you remembered my frustration with the location of this artifact – but you went out of your way to bring it to me. You contacted me to do so. I am smitten to say the least. Now, how am I to just… leave us be after this?”

Fear tugged at you hearing him declare that he had no intention of leaving you alone. Despite your fear, you knew you had to continue. This had to be done.

Pushing on, you told him unshakably, “Castiel. It is meant to be a parting gift. That is my wish.”

Castiel’s expression was impassive, his eyes running over your face. It was as if he was waiting for you to break out into a laugh and tell him you were only joking. Every nerve in your body was on alert, ready to bolt if you needed to.

Licking his bottom lip, Castiel inhaled and exhaled slowly. “May I ask why?”

“Our relationship is unstable.”

A small laugh left his lips, as he swung his arm out in gesture to the room. “What a coincidence. I have the deed to the house. We can be stable here. You and me.”

You stammered, “What?”

“I acquired it. Through some forceful means, yes, but I have it.”

He was not getting it. You tried again, trying to sound as firm as you could, “Castiel, I got this gift as closure. I—”

“You do not understand,” Castiel cut in and you closed your mouth as he rushed to explain. “This house could be ours. Permanently. The people here lived owed me a lot of money. So, I came to collect, and they did not have it and they had been dragging their feet for far too long. Really, they were unwilling to pay and it was getting tiresome pretending otherwise. So, I made the decision and they are gone.”

Closing your eyes, you sighed, almost too afraid to ask. “Gone?”

“Dead.”

You turned to leave, not wanting to hear another word. Castiel reached out though, grasping your arm tightly, preventing you from leaving. You turned to him startled; he looked desperate.

“You did not complain about that at the last house in Hot Springs.”

“What are you talking about?” you demanded.

Castiel exhaled loudly, “Well, really I never told you about it. But there had been others who had originally rented out the house and well, I wanted it for you, kitten. It truly was the best house on the lake. So, I got rid of them so we could enjoy time together. And we did! We had a wonderful time.”

Flabbergasted, you blubbered, “Y-y-you what?”

“Killed them,” Castiel told you simply. “Weighted them and dropped them in the middle of the lake. We were such nice house guests and the owners were none the wiser it was not the people who had actually paid to be there. And do not worry your pretty little head because I made sure all the security cameras were on loop, so they never saw who was there.”

You had been at a murder scene. You had slept in a bed at a murder scene.

“So, this is not really any different. And we can be happy here, there is no check out time pressing down on us to rush our time together.”

“No,” you said weakly. Shaking your head slowly, you gained the courage to repeat louder. “No. No we can’t.”

“Yes, we can,” Castiel countered, leaning in closer.

“You’re unstable, Castiel. Not just this relationship. It’s you.” He looked stung, his mouth opening and closing in astonishment. You yanked your arm away and said, “I told you it was sick to send me body parts but then somehow you think I’ll be okay with you murdering people so I can have a house? And you want me to live in this house where you murdered someone, and the cops will surely come looking? Are you even listening to yourself?”

“Y/N, you do not know what you are saying.”

“I am sick of playing games. I am sick of being afraid all of the time!”

Stunned, Castiel took a step back, staring at you as if he did not know you. He recovered, his jaw tight as he stepped back towards you and you refused to step away from him, despite the fact your heart was threatening to burst out of your chest.

“You? Afraid? You asked for tonight! I thought it meant something that you asked! I thought it was going to be a turning point for us, a positive one!” Castiel fumbled, pulling a small box of out of his pocket and your eyes widened in shock. A strong urge to throw up was crawling up your throat, the shock overtaking you quickly as he went to one knee, revealing the diamond ring. “I wanted this night to be memorable. I wanted to tell you how I would like to treat you for the rest of your life, cherish you. Truly. We could grow with each other and make each other better versions of ourselves. I would be happy as long as you were by my side and I hoped you would say the same of me. It could just be you and me if that is your wish…”

He stalled, seeing the look on your face. You did not have to say anything for him to know this was not going the way he thought it was going to. And you were realizing in full how foolish it was to think you could get you out of his mind.

Clearing his throat, Castiel stood up, closing the box. He played with the box in his hands, standing stiffly. “You know, most people appreciate diamonds.” He suddenly tossed the ring unceremoniously on the table, sighing loudly. Glaring at you, he sneered, “Granted, you never wear any of the other jewelry I have sent you, so I should not be surprised.”

His whole demeanor was screaming at you to run.

“I’m going to leave,” you told him shakily, tears pricking.

Castiel continued staring at you, face void of any emotion. You heard his phone buzz in his pocket, and he reached in, pulling it out, looking down at the screen.

A loud scoff left his mouth, his gaze snapping back to you. “Well, it seems your ride is ‘hiding’ outside anyway. I am sure the three of you constructed this… atrocious way to completely destroy this wonderful evening.” You opened your mouth to say something, but he snapped, finally showing some type of emotion, “No, do not speak. Just go.”

He did not have to tell you twice. You kept looking over your shoulder, expecting to find him there reaching out to yank you back into the depths of the house and do away with you just like he had done with the owners. The late sun was security as you stepped out of the house, your feet picking up speed, not quite to a run though.

Tears were falling freely now, choked sobs leaving you as the fear engulfed you.

Sam was halfway out of the Impala when he saw the state of you. “What—”

“Get back in,” you cried. “I just – we need to leave.”

You all but collapsed in the back seat of the car, curling up into a small ball, trying to stifle your cries.

The fear was swirling inside, you well aware you had just made this situation far worse.

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therewasatale · 4 years ago

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Kindred spirits

On Ao3.

There are countless interdimensional service and food establishments across the multiverse. In some cases, the building or the interior itself is travelling from world to world, sometimes buying items in one dimension and selling them in the next one. In other cases, only the opening door appears in different or even multiple worlds, and the interior is situated in some kind of pocket space. Probably because the rent is cheaper that way.

One of these latter places was the "Beasts Den", a small smoky pub which served as a refuge for everyone who was obsessed with exotic or magical animals. It was a strange niche for an establishment but considering the vastness of the universe, it would have been stranger for it not to exist. As it is all people in the multiverse who had that strange gentle insanity which led to someone naming a twenty-meter-long scaled beast with claws longer than kitchen knife and multiple tentacles "Fluffy", had the potential to find this place.

It appeared as an old wooden door scratched and burned multiple times with the letters "Beasts Dean, Animals welcome" hammered into it in metal letters. It was usually found when those aforementioned people were at a low point in their life, and they needed some company aside, or with their little house pets.

And if someone, Rubeus Hagrid was in need of something to get the weight off his mind, and some stiff drinks would have been a great start. Honestly, he would have considered it a great continuation, and probably finish as well, but it didn’t turn out well the last time. He was heading towards the Hog's Head but turned down between two houses when he noticed something unusual. He knew Hogsmead like the back of his hand but he never saw that battered door before. And now he was in front of it in a back alleyway.

He knew he shouldn’t.

Unknown new doors appearing in a wizard village were usually the result of some prankster, or something even more sinister, but Hagrid didn’t care anymore. It looked like an inn, seemed welcoming, and he really, really needed something to drink. He pushed down the door handle, and to his surprise, there was no shower of confetti or fart noise, but it opened into an actual pub.

The room was filled with the smell of something acrid, smoke, alcohol, and thousand more, not many of them pleasant. There were perches, boxes, and cages everywhere, hiding serpentine or furry shapes which watched the patrons with suspicious eyes. On the perches sat a variety of critters from birds seemingly made out of pure crystal to a lemur kind of primate which had membranes under its arms. To Hagrid's surprise the patrons were just as varied as the animals.

There was a person wearing a trench coat and a matching hat, feeding chicken nuggets to something similar to a small demonic dog. There was also a young man around his twenties with a red and white patterned baseball cap playing with a couple of similarly designed small balls and drinking a half-emptied mug of beer.

On the other side of the pub a muscular woman wearing animal pelts was letting her bear drink from her wine glass as she gently petted the animal's head. Hagrid didn’t even get the usual stares regarding his height and stature as he lumbered in. He walked to the counter and took a seat beside a solemn looking brown-haired woman who wore slightly singed thick letter clothing.

The barstool barely creaked under him when he sat down and as he moved around it adjusted to his size. He leaned against the counter and let his earlier melancholy flow back into him. It was a wonderous place, but right now it just reminded him of what he had to give up. He sighed as he raised his hand.

A big man, almost his size stepped up to him on the other side of the counter He had a mass of scars for a face, and an eyepatch, but despite this he wore a surprisingly gentle smile on his face.

"Good evening. What can I get for you?"

"Evening. A pint of beer, and after that keep it coming, please. I had a rough day. "

The barkeep nodded with an all-knowing smile. During his long time as the barkeep in the "Beasts Den" he seen this countless times. In his opinion a good barkeep didn’t asked if the patron didn’t want to speak, and more importantly never judged. He just provided a port in the storm.

"Aren't we all. " Huffed the woman right next to Hagrid. She was drinking sherry from a wine glass and wore an expression just as downcast as his own.

"Mhmm." Answered Hagrid as he got his mug of beer. He contemplated to say something or not, but after a bit of deliberation he decided that he needed it off his chest, and besides if someone, the strange people in this pub would understand it.

"I had to give up my pet. He grew up to be too big, and the principal said I couldn’t keep it around the school where I work as a groundskeeper." The half giant sighed and emptied his glass in a couple of big gulps. "I loved that little rascal. "

"I am really sorry." Said the woman with a gentle expression and patted the man's shoulder. "I know how hard is can be to lose a pet. Sybil Ramkin by the way."

She extended her hand the groundskeeper of Hogwarts took it into his shovel sized ones and shook it.

"Rubeus Hagrid. And yes, its, really hard." Hagrid could feel tears welling up in his eyes. He reached into his pocket and started dabbing them away with his half-charred handkerchief." He…he was feisty, but I know its jut because that’s how he showed his love. I-I will always miss him. I remember when he was little, he always tried to bite off my fingers." Sobbed Hagrid slowly and heaved a mighty sigh.

"It's all right, just let it all out," smiled gently Sybil and petted the man's giant hand.

"My poor Norbert is now away somewhere in Romania in a sanctuary. I don’t even know if he will like it there. Anyway…" Hagrid shook his head and wiped away his tears as he got another pint of beer from the barkeep. "…I don’t just want to vent on you. Why are you here? You said you had a bad day too?"

"Oh yes, I have some problem with poor Thaddeus here." She leaned to her left and patted a big carrier box beside her chair. Something hissed at her as an answer. "He is a rescue, but he is bit cranky, have a dull color and already an adult, so I'm afraid no-one will want to adopt him. I can't keep him with the others because he is really territorial with them. I am afraid I will have to put him down." Sybil sighed and it was her turn to take out a handkerchief and use it to wipe away a couple of big tears from her face.

Hagrid nodded solemnly as he looked at the box, when a sudden wild idea appeared in his head.

"I could take him." He said before his head managed to consider any consequences.

"Don’t say things like that." Waved the woman as she got hold of her emotions. "You don’t even know what he is."

Hagrid deflated a little bit and nodded. It was true, and, he had a habit of picking up all sort of critters without first learning how to properly take care of them. He emptied his mug of beer again before starting to speak again.

"Sorry, I just feel empty after losing my dragon, and…" Sybil choked a bit on her own drink and placed it down between a couple of big coffs.

"Dragon…Your Norbert was a dragon?" She coughed as Hagrid nodded again wondering what became of her.

"Yeah, a Norwegian Ridgeback. He became too big, and I had to give him away to a Dragon Sanctuary. What?" Asked Hagrid because the women were looking at him as intently as if she was trying to stare holes into him.

"How big is too big?" She asked suddenly.

"I…what?" Asked Hagrid completely baffled.

"How about, two feet maybe? No bigger?" Asked again Sybil hurriedly and leaned closer with a very determined expression.

"Uh…If Norbert would have been just two feet long there would have been no problem keeping him, yes. But he wasn’t, and…"

Sybil reached down and raised the small box from beside him, eliciting a disapproving gurgling noise from its resident. Through the holes on its side one could see a serpentine body, little stubby legs, a dull green color, and two suspicious little eyes.

"Have you ever had a Narrowe-Eared Smut?" Asked Sybil as she deposited the box in the lap of his drinking buddy.

Hagrid blinked a couple of times and gently wiggled a finger near one of the holes. The answer was a small but spirited gust of flame.

"Not yet." Answered the half giant with a warm tone in his voice. "But I would like to try."

"Well, I have a small booklet with me." Smiled Sybil gently. "Someone who loves dragons can't be a bad person, and at this point I would do anything to spare poor Thaddeus from the chopping block. " The woman's hand disappeared inside her pockets and she deposited a couple of items into the counter beside her sherry glass.

A golden pocket watch, a couple coal tablets, a small metal spoon, a notebook and a couple chewed up pencils. Finally, from the bottom of the pocket appeared a small booklet titled.

"Swamp Dragons and you: The Narrowe-Eared Smut and its care." She slid the paper towards Hagrid and smiled.

"There, everything is there that you need to know about the breed. "

Hagrid, still a bit shell shocked nodded, and slid the booklet inside his own, just as cluttered pocket. As Sybil slowly put everything back into her pocket, she glanced at the pocket watch she took out the first time, then flushed.

"By the gods, it's this late already? I have to be at the palace in half an hour and I need to change before that. Sorry Hagrid but I really have to go. Hello, dearie." She patted the box gently as she stood up and placed a handful of coins on the counter. "If you have any question find me at the Ramkin residence, you two have a dragon of a time together. " Chuckled Sybill before storming out the door.

Hagrid only caught a glimpse from view outside, but the graffitied alleyway seemed much different from the one which he stepped in from.

"Wai-" The half giant tried to say something, but his talking partner was already out of the door. "Palace? Ramkin residence?" He muttered as he glanced down at the little box inside his lap. "I have never heard of such places."

The strange little creature answered with a small bubbling noise and belched a little cloud of smoke.

"Neither did I heard of swamp dragons. Well…It looks like I have something else to do instead of just moping." Hagrid smiled and placed a couple of coins on the counter before taking the box with him stepping out the door.

He found the alleyway just the same as it was when he stepped in. It wouldn’t be polite from a magic bar to not make sure that people somehow always get home after a night of heavy drinking. Glancing back, he wasn’t even surprised to see that the door had disappeared behind him.

"Well, I don’t really know what happened but one thing I do know." Hagrid looked down at the creature which was trying to scratch out the side of the box. "We are going to get along like a house on fire. " Smiled Hagrid and begin to walk home.

What he didn’t know that it was in fact a hut on fire, multiple times. And more than a few scratches and bites. But despite that, he wouldn’t have traded Thaddeus for all the treasures of the world.

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