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singeramg · 5 years ago

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Ruin Me

Quick little reader insert imagine based off this post. Based off a non-ask...

*Update: Now a full length story! Check out Masterlist for my chapters?*

Pairing: CEO! Henry Cavill x Female! Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: Power imbalance, dom! Henry, sub! reader, fingering, dirty talk...

Song choice: Funny How Time Flies- Meshell Ndegeocello

PART 2 HERE

“ Y/N can you bring me a cup of coffee...please.”

His voice wasn’t raised but his tone told you all you needed to know.

He was not happy. Not happy at all.

He had called you from the phone in his office, not even bothering to call through the door or better yet come to the door himself which he usually did when he needed something from you and was in a good mood. You don’t dwell on it much and you get to your feet, and hustle over to break room to make a fresh pot of coffee.

It doesn’t take long; you wait the ten minutes to brew, taking note that your coworkers are packing up for the night. You look at the clock and realize you better do the same.

Although you have nowhere special to be the last thing you wanted to do on a Friday night was spend more time at the office. You didn’t complain much, the job wasn’t had for you. You hadn’t been with the company long but you were sure you liked it thus far.

You were Executive Assistant to the CEO of Cavill Industries. a company he started with his brothers years ago and had grown to be a world wide force. Henry Cavill may not have been the eldest brother but he certainly was the most determined and invested of the 5 and more so than any man you had met. This was why they made him the CEO.

You also thought that had something to do with the fact that he honestly was the best looking brother out of all of them.

The face of the company.

He had to stand out in a crowd, oh and Henry Cavill certainly did.

You could admit to no one but yourself that you had found him extremely attractive during your third and final interview where you finally got to meet him. If he wasn’t your boss, he would be exactly the type of guy you went for in terms of looks. Tall, dark curly hair, a jawline that could cut glass, dazzling smile and sharp blue eyes that seemed to pinpoint everything

Including any mistakes you made.

He had made adjusting to this new job hard for you.

Pointing out every mistake, forcing you to redo whole reports that people who got paid a lot more than you should have been doing

But nooooo

He ‘trusted ‘ a.k.a could hover over you while you fixed it.’ causing more late nights and overtime than you cared to think about.

Forget a social life, everything had to be about him.

You had to be everything.

In your job interview nobody had mentioned you would be basically in charge of his life.

Dry Cleaning, arranging his groceries to be delivered, you were even his dog walker on the days he brought his cute Akita Kal-El to the office.

Yea that was totally fun in the heels he forced you into everyday.

You had tried wearing respectable flats after your first week with sore feet and he vetoed that almost immediately.

Saying it wasn’t “seemly“ and that you were the assistant to the CEO and you should dress like it. Needless to say half of the time you wanted to slap him. The other time you were ridiculously turned on. I mean despite being an ass sometimes he played right into your masochistic streak. The way he spoke to you, wasn’t nasty but it had a very direct way that left no room for arguing or confusion. Just like with the heels. You normally would have argued your point, maybe even seen if he would come to some sort of compromise but you didn’t with him. You just kept the flats in your car and a pair under your desk for when you were sitting at your desk and for the days he was out of office.

That sort of sneaky was not like you at all. You just preferred to pull off the band-aid so to speak, but Mr. Cavill was not for any of that.

All you said to him when the response he wanted was obvious was a yes sir or no sir.

You made his coffee just as he liked two cubes of sugar, and a splash of cream. He always would like three extra cubes of sugar on the side, adding the extras depending on how his day had been going. The more sugar added the better his day. You walk as smooth as you can to his office, the large dark door. You don’t bother to knock, sliding open the door to his office, begging your heels not to catch on the floor. You sit his coffee on the desk, to his right, and far enough from his hand that he doesn’t accidentally knock it over.

You smooth out your black mid length dress, and try not to fidget with your red belt that gives a retro theme to the look, and you even had a red purse and red blazer to wear with it (which you had ditched mid-morning). You slip back out the door when he doesn’t look at you. You pick up the tablet you use to keep track of everything on a mobile basis. You pull up his calendar and head back into the large office.

The office itself had never intimidated you despite the large solid oak desk in the middle of the room. It felt open because of the floor to ceiling windows that had automatic curtains that came down on command. You actually loved his office despite the fact that you didn't spend a lot of time in it. You re-enter his office, and stand in front of the desk looking down at the calendar.

“Okay before the day ends I would like to go over your schedule for the weekend.”

He finally looked up at you, his blue eyes giving direct contact, that you couldn’t hold and went back to the glowing tablet, where the sun was starting to set outside.

“You have a dinner meeting tonight which starts at 6:30pm; a 30 minute commute time which means you need to be out of here in the next 45 minutes, if you would like to arrive with your 15 minute grace period as normal.”

He doesn’t say anything at first, then takes off the reading glasses off his face and tosses them on the desk.

“Continue.”

“ Not too many things on the agenda for this weekend except for family brunch on Sunday. Your mother requests you arrive on time this time.”

You regulate a smirk to the side of your mouth.

“I’ve arranged for a bouquet of flowers to be delivered to your house by 9am for you to take over there to her.”

“I don’t suppose I have any missed messages from today?”

You look at him confused.

“Ummm....no. Were you expecting a call?”

He sighs and rubs the temples of his head, clearly upset something.

“No...yes...don’t worry about it. You’ve already arranged for a car for me?”

Yep, he was upset and he was not about to share it with you. You didn’t press him, only prayed it didn’t result in a hell of a clean-up for you later. You had been the bad guy with no less than 4 woman, all of them glaring and spiting nasty vitriol at you when you wouldn’t give them access to Henry. You had seen them all come and go.

“Yes.”

He looks you over, getting to his feet, walking over to the door you knew to be an en-suite bathroom and keeping his extra changes of clothes.

“ Do you have any plans for tonight?”

He asks you suddenly and puts you on the spot. You don’t even have a lie to cover up how pitiful your life was, but you had to try. He didn’t need to know you don’t have anything planned tonight but a glass of wine and catching up on your TV shows you missed for all the overtime you’ve been working.

“Yes.”

“Like what?”

He asks almost immediately as if knowing you were lying. You had to try and get out of some crazy overtime he was known for. You didn’t want another late night in the office.

“Ummm...”

As noted earlier you didn’t think well on the spot. He raises an eyebrow at you.

“You know I don’t appreciate liars Y/N. Anyhow if you are done lying to me, the meeting for tonight requires a...feminine touch.”

“Feminine touch?”

You echo. He goes into the closet and you can hear him changing. You try not to think about him behind the wall.

“Yes. The people I am meeting with require a bit of finesse. The negotiations always go better when we bring our women to the meetings.”

“Soo... would you like me to call someone for you. I can have a dress sent over in their size to smooth the deal over.”

He laughs at you.

“No. Grab your things and call the car service to get here in 10 minutes.”

“ What stop the press? Are you putting me out of the office before you for once?”

You quip at him. He comes from around the corner his attire changed into a black button down shirt, left with the top few unbuttoned. He adjusts the sleeves and looks up with you.

“No you are going with me Y/N and we must hurry, you are going to require another dress.”

“But...”

“No buts. I need you and you are wasting time.”

He picks up a black suit jacket, his cologne hitting you with an umpf he walks by you to get to the car...

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The dinner had gone great from what you could tell. You saw a whole other side of Henry. One that was only observed under the rarest of occasions.

At least for you.

Overall you weren’t asked for much, Henry had bought you another black dress only this one was a bit more leggy than you were used to around such important people. Its spaghetti strapped and sweetheart neckline, offering way more cleavage than you would ever consider wearing around him, but Henry had literally come in with you, pulling it from the rack along with a few other choices and this was the tamest all the options he left you. You damn near had a panic attack in the dressing room. The women in the boutique had fixed your hair and makeup in the little amount of time you had, once again at Henry’s behest. You hadn’t be so pulled together since... well you couldn’t remember....

Henry had even been nice to you all evening, but you knew it was all an act, even if your body did respond to the compliments and lingering looks, the smile he would shoot you, he had even let his hands skim across your lower back.

You did your best not to read into anything. Had even gone along with the little game he was playing, being over sweet, playing with the curls on the nape of his neck, your hands lingering on his arms. Enough to suggest without being outwardly desperate and trashy. You were ever the smiling damsel to his associates, laughing at the jokes, ignoring the sexist comments about your dress or the ‘arm candy’ they referred to you as, despite it pissing you off.

You stayed to yourself most for the ride back to the office, and he stays quiet as well. Only then once the car parks do you realize in your haste earlier you left your keys upstairs. He insists he needs to come up as well to grab some files from his desk. You offer to bring them back down but he insists. You scurry to your desk, not finding them in the drawer where you usually kept your purse.

You don’t see them. You panic and look for them intensely.

Oh you hoped you didn’t leave them at the boutique where you changed dresses.

“Y/N. Could you come in here please? I would like to discuss something with you before you leave.”

He calls to you, the voice losing the soft tone he had with you all night, this only serves to make your blood run cold. Have you done something wrong? Said the wrong thing to the wrong person and cost him millions of dollars? You needed your job, and hoped pretty badly that this wasn’t the end of it.

You honestly couldn’t tell if you missed it or not. You disregard the thoughts you are having and push them back in your mind, offering to sort them out later. Preferably with alcohol nearby. You look into his office and see that he is standing behind his desk. Once you come in, thinking he needed something from you.

“Close the door.”

You close the door behind you, the lights on a dim shade, enough for you to see but not enough to over power your eyes.

“Did you need anything from me, because it’s late and I should be heading home...”

He surprises you by cutting you off in a tone that was even softer than any other time he had used with you before.

“I just wanted to say thank you for accompanying me tonight y/n.”

“You are Welcome. I’m just going to go...”

You smile and turn to leave but his voice stops you with a sharp tone that makes you freeze.

“Did I say you could leave?”

You feel your face get hot and you turn back around to face him. The lighting only showcasing the angles of his face, making you ever more nervous.

“No but Sir it's 12am...”

“I know what time it is. You are so stubborn all the time. Can’t even take a simple compliment.”

“I thought you were done.”

You shrug, and immediately regret being so nonchalant with him., his gaze intense.

“I wasn’t. Now before you interrupted me, I was saying thank you not only because you came with me but for playing your role so effortlessly. I didn’t expect you to be so ...reciprocating to me.”

“I figured that would be best. How would it appear if you showed up with a staff member we rather than a significant other like the other at the table.”

“Well your quick and astute observation saved me tonight.”

“All in a day's work. Now if I can just get out of these heels tonight and maybe into a pedicure tomorrow I will have made this all worth while.”

He surprises you by coming from behind the desk where he had been standing, coming to stand in front of you.

And you cursed yourself because it was back again.

The arousal you fought with every lingering look and touch he gave you tonight. How honeyed his words were with you, combined with the animalistic power you knew was just boiling under the surface.

“I have had many secretaries before and none of them take your position as seriously as you do. You put a lot of effort into your job and does not go unnoticed.”

Having him so close was unnerving. Especially when you had his direct attention. You can’t hold eye contact and look down at the floor. Henry touches your chin, his fingers tilt your chin up and you lock eyes. It wasn’t the first time you noticed the space of brown in his left eye, but the first time you were close enough to appreciate it.

You feel your pulse quickening.

“I don’t think I told you how beautiful you look tonight.”

He blinks slowly and you don’t breathe at all as his lips move toward your own. He is seconds away from kissing you, tension heavy in the room.

“Wait....Henry...I just...I Can’t go there.”

You say it out loud and it’s like someone let the air out of your balloon. He lets your face go and looks at you confused, for the first time you see just Henry. Not your boss, not the CEO who always had to be ‘on’ and in charge, you just saw Henry. His face was open and unguarded.

“It’s not that I don’t want you. It’s just you are my boss...”

Henry moves suddenly, and yet simultaneously time slows as he crashes his lips onto yours. The odd duality of soft, yet firm, calming yet passionate overtakes your mind and short circuits you. His hands are holding the side of your face on one side and behind your neck. His kiss steals what little breath you had away. You almost forget why this would have been such a bad idea but he pulls away.

“Darling, Didn’t anyone tell you? The boss makes the rules...”

He resumes kissing you and you offer little in the way of resistance as he picks you up, in fact you lock your legs around his waist and he deposits you on top of his desk. Everything you had been feeling for him was bubbling up in that moment. You were caught in being wanted to be treated like silk and wanting to toss him down and take exactly what you wanted in no uncertain terms of hatefucking him for all the jackass behavior he had exhibited since you started 6 months ago.

You slide his jacket off his broad shoulders, tossing it to the room, igniting the soft thud it makes when the expensive thing lands in a heap on the floor. He pulls your hips toward the edge of the desk and his large hands are hot as they slide up your skirt over trembling thighs and his lips move to your neck. He finds the sensitive spots there quicker than anyone ever had while also moving his fingers to play with your clit through the lining of the black lace panties you were wearing.

Your breath hitches in your throat and Henry grins against your lips, letting you take a second before he kisses you again. His fingers dance around before latching to the hemline and yanking them with enough force that they are torn from your body. Your hips sting from the pull, but you are more than turned on. You fumble with the buttons on his shirt, and don’t look at the skin revealed, but he doesn’t let you take it off him and instead pushes one of his fingers inside of you, you lewdly moan, and grasp his biceps quickly, having been taken off guard. It wasn’t that you weren’t wet, because you were plenty wet, your now ruined panties had been testament to that, but you had expected more of a playful teasing, but as one of your last coherent thoughts, you knew this man never wasted time.

He was a do-er...

And right now he was doing you. The amount of focus and precision he took in his work, pouring over contracts, logs, inventory and the like, he was putting in on you. As his finger moves in and out he is staring at you with such intensity you think you might explode.

“You are dripping baby girl. Melting right into the palm of my hand to be exact.”

He removes the finger that had been inside of you, raising it to his lips, tasting you from it, and you shudder. He kisses you again, you closing your eyes, then you hear in his deep tone like melted chocolate, luxurious to your ears,

“Open your eyes and suck them.”

He held two of his fingers and you opened your mouth. He wanted to hold your gaze.

“Get them nice and wet for me.”

You suck on them, imaging the girth that had been teasing you for months in his sacks, was what was actually in your mouth. You had wanted so badly to taste him and feel him you reach down, palming his obvious erection and you hear him growl. It was your turn to smirk, and as soon as he felt that smirk, he pulled his two fingers from your mouth and thrusts them into you.

You whimper and the one hand you left on his bicep clenched in, digging into his skin. His fingers glide in and out almost painfully slow. You need faster.You try to move your hips to make him move but he chuckles.

“That won’t work y/n. We do this at my pace. Be still or I will stop.”

He didn’t go any faster, his movements deliberately slow. You could tell he was getting a kick out this, and you whine again.

“Beg kitten.”

He whispers in your ear, his thumb teasing your clit again.

“Please.”

He moves a little faster.

“Come on love. You can do better than that.” Teasing.

“Please Henry...”

He slaps your thigh with a sharp tap and it sends the zing of arousal.

“That's not what you call me. Try again.”

While your brain is shorting out, you fumble on what he wants from you.

“I..i don’t know sir...”

He rewards you by speeding up more. Your torso drops backwards, your head follows as you rest back on your elbows, and legs move wider, making your dress bunch up around your hips.

“There you go. There’s what I was looking for. Now beg me to make you come.”

You worry your bottom lip, ignoring how your chest heaves, pulling against the black fabric of the dress.

“Fuck! Please sir please let me cum.”

“That’s more like it. Begging me like the dirty little slut you are.”

He speeds up, his fingers curling inside, tapping that spongy space that made your eyes cross and your vision blur. You didn’t think you would like being called a ‘little slut’ but it was more of a turn on than you had ever thought it would be.

“Sir let me cum please let me cum.”

His dexterous fingers speed up, his thumb rubbing your clit and you were glad no one else was in the office as your moans echo throughout the room.

“You want to be my good girl hmmm?”

You nod furiously, the edge of your orgasm coming up rapidly, as your walls begin their tell-tell sign of fluttering.

“Good girls wait until they have permission. You hold it.”

It was damn near impossible, but you try to focus on anything but how good his fingers feel. He pulls your body back up from the desk with his hand gripping behind your neck. His lips crash on your again, he lingers around your lips you breathe heavily against his lips.

“I’ll be your good girl!”

You yell.

“Good. Cum then come for me.”

It’s like the world goes silent and all you can focus on is his fingers as your orgasm pulls you under. It’s an out of body experience where you could hear your moans and groans of Henry’s name, where you were literally shaking, but you could bring yourself down. Destroyed, Henry is whispering praises in your ear. Calling you his and how good you were for him. It doesn’t take long to come back down, but when you do you feel wrung out, and as Henry pulls away, you notice the sheen of fine layered sweat on his forehead. You feel self conscious as he stares down at you, and without the haze of lust in your eyes it settles in you that your boss just gave you one of the best orgasms of your life and hadn’t even taken off his pants.

Pants that were currently begging you to be taken off. He begins to chuckle and you realize you’ve been staring at his cock outline, and he was laughing at you. He unbuttons his pants, and finally takes off his shirt the rest of the way, finally revealing the god sculpted body that he clearly worked for.

The look on his face says he is going to ruin you and you are going to like it.

Only then, as he begins to work on the zipper to your dress, do you look to your left on the desk and see your keys sitting there...

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A/n: Hope that was what you were looking for @thiccgeralt Hope this met your expectations and thank you!

I am thinking of coming back to this, but honestly I am waiting until @laketaj24 finishes her CEO! fic The Rules, because its so freaking wonderful and I don’t want to ruin anything by stealing any thunder with a CEO fic OR Ficlet I would plan on doing. BTW if you haven’t read The Rules then please do yourself a favor a go over to her page and check out all of her work. You will not regret a second of it....

However I am tossing this out to see if there would be any interest in a continuation of this fic. Let me know and as always thank you for reading, re-blogging, and liking!

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queen-of-deans-booty · 7 years ago

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Lean, Mean, Killing Machine- P.1

Characters: Sam x Colt!Reader, Dean, Rowena

Word Count: 2,569

Warnings: some angst? maybe, not a ton. Some fluff? Probably more than angst. Nothing too bad in here.

Request by @gabbie7-11: Can you do a Sam X reader where Rowena says you boys keep breaking this gun so I'm going to make it harder for you to break it or demons to break it. And she turns the gun into a woman. And she can kill any monster. she and the boys go off killing demons and monsters and she falls in love with Sam. It's a crazy idea I know but I figured if anyone can write cool story out of a crazy idea it's you.

Author’s Note: This is part one of a mini series. I will post the other parts when I have them done and will work on them shortly. If you want to be a Queen or apart of the Sam Fam, let me know and I’ll add you to the lists! So sorry this is out so late, I hope whoever requested it, that you like it!

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“Rowena! Come on! I know you’re in there!” Dean said as he pounded on the door. Rowena was spending time in a city the boys have never been to. She was at a motel which was the safest place for her to do her magic without anyone being suspicious.

“Dean, how do you know it’ll work?” Sam said, holding the broken gun in his hand.

“I just do. If she can get the Mark off me, then she can fix this,” Dean said, pounding on the door once more. “Rowena!!”

“Alright! You guys are like termites. You never go away.” Rowena said once she opened the door. She rolled her eyes and let the Winchester’s in, already knowing why they were hear.

“We need your help.” Dean said, not liking that he admitted defeat.

“Oh, right, you broke your little toy… again.” Rowena said, taking the Colt out of Sam’s hand and examined it, seeing how much damage the Winchesters managed to do to it this time.

“Hey, it’s not our fault. Maybe you just suck at fixing the gun.” Dean sassed, crossing his arms.

“Well, if you’re going to be like that, then there is the door. Good luck trying to find someone else who can fix it.” Rowena said, looking at the brothers.

“No, Rowena, Dean didn’t mean it. Look, can you fix it or not?” Sam said, sighing.

“Of course, I can fix it. You boys keep breaking this damn gun so now, I’m going to make it just a little bit harder for you or anyone else to break it.” She said, placing the gun on the floor of the room, stepping back.

“What are you going to do to it?” Dean asked looking at Sam who shrugged.

“Be quiet, I need to concentrate.” Rowena said, closing her eyes and sticking her hands out. She started to mutter words in another language. Sam and Dean looked at one another and they had no idea what was going on, what she was saying, or what was going to happen when she was done.

The building started to shake a bit before the lights started to flicker.

“What is going on?” Dean said, taking out his gun he always carried on him.

“Rowena! What is going on?” Sam said but Rowena was far too gone to answer him. She kept muttering words, things falling off the shelf due to the shaking of the building. As suddenly as it started, the shaking and the flickering lights stopped, everything going silent and still.

Rowena smiled and stopped muttering, turning to the boys who had no idea what was going on.

“There, it’s done. If you break this version, I’m not fixing it anymore.” She said, blowing out the candles that were burning when the brothers walked in.

“What did you do? Nothing happened.” Dean said, but he was cut off by the broken Colt rising in midair. Sam and Dean watched as the gun started to melt in the shape of a person, solidifying when it was complete. What was left was a woman, you, naked with no emotion.

“Boys, here is your gun.” Rowena said, looking at you. You stared at the men who scrambled to take off their jackets. Sam was faster and he draped the jacket over your shoulders, you not moving at all. You knew Sam and Dean by heart, since you were always the one fighting with them, killing monsters with your bullets. It was nice to finally meet them in person.

You knew all your owners and Sam and Dean were the most special people you’ve ever came to know.

“Why did you turn it into a woman? What are we supposed to do with her?” Dean asked, looking at you. The jacket was covering your most intimate parts but you knew he was still visualizing what he just saw before it was covered.

“Y/N is her name and she can kill any monster with a touch of her hand. If you break her, which I made it hard to, I am not fixing her. Once she is broken, she goes back to gun form. Be warned, she can bleed and break bones like a normal human. She may be able to kill anything but she, herself, isn’t invincible. Now, leave because as you can see, I am very busy.” Rowena said, pushing you into Sam’s side in an effort to get you three to leave.

“What just happened?” Dean said as he walked out of the room.

“Thank you, Rowena.” Sam said right before Rowena slammed the door in Sam’s face.

“Alright, then, what do we do now?” Dean said, looking at you. You stared back at Dean and he looked confused, reaching out to touch your shoulder to make sure you were real.

“I’m glad to see your leg is doing better.” You finally said, making Dean jump back from surprise.

“Wait, how did you know I hurt my leg?” Dean said, looking at his brother who shrugged.

“I was there when you hurt it. You used me to kill that monster but not right before he sunk his claws into your leg.” You said, remembering exactly what happened like it were happening right now.

“Wow, okay, what else do you remember?” Dean said.

“Everything starting from the very beginning when Samuel Colt was building me. I know all of my owners and everything they’ve ever said and done in my presence.”

“Great, we were just on our way to a case so you can test out your new powers for us.” Dean said, walking to his side of the car.

“Agreed.” You said, reaching up to take off your jacket.

“Whoa, why are you taking off the jacket?” Sam said, stopping you by putting the jacket back on.

“I don’t feel comfortable with clothes. I am usually naked and you didn’t complain before when I was the gun.” You said, frowning.

“Yeah, but you’re a woman now. It’s not normal to walk around naked. Come on, we can get you some real clothes.” Sam said, ushering you to the back of the car. You got in and looked around. After Sam got in, Dean took off. It was weird, being in human form. You didn’t know much about humans except how to speak like them and how to fight like them.

Your eyes drifted over to Dean, to see the same tense expression he always held, but you didn’t know why he was like that. Then your eyes moved to Sam and you gave a tiny smile. Sam was your favorite out of the two. He was strong, caring, always cleaning you but you also liked how Dean called you sweetheart.

You were more of Dean’s gun than Sam’s but you felt the need to protect them both. You were always an expert at protecting the ones who needed it and now that the Winchesters had you, you would do everything in your power to protect them. If they died because of you, then you didn’t know what you would do.

Dean stopped the car and you noticed you were outside of some stores, one of them being for clothing.

“Okay, wait here, I’ll get you some clothes.” Dean said, turning off the car.

“How do you know what will fit if I am not with you?” You asked, making him look at you.

“Sweetheart, I’ve been with women that look like you, I know what will fit.” Dean said, getting out of the car, leaving you and Sam inside.

“Sorry about Dean, you know how he can get.” Sam said, turning his body to face you.

“Yes, I understand.” You said, looking at Sam with a smile.

“So, you think you can do this? Do you know how to use your power?” Sam asked.

“Sam, you underestimate me. I am fully capable of killing things. However, there are 5 things in creation that I cannot kill and that would be Archangels, God, Death and his Horsemen, Eve and Leviathans. However, considering four out of the five I listed are gone or dead, I think your chances are pretty high when it comes to protecting you.” You said, sitting perfectly still.

“Look, you don’t have to worry about Dean and I, we can take care of ourselves.” Sam tried to say.

“No, Sam, Samuel Colt made me to protect those who own me. You two own me and it is my purpose to protect you.” You said, looking over at the shops to see Dean emerge with clothes in his hands. When Dean entered the car, he passed the clothes onto you.

“Here, these should fit.” Dean said but by the time he was finished speaking, you were already out of the jacket, slipping on the underwear he gave you. Sam and Dean coughed, seeing as how you were still naked from the waist up and tried to shield you to whoever was passing by.

You didn’t think anything of the stares you were receiving, parents covering their children’s eyes from you. You handed Sam back his jacket with a smile, when you were done.

“Here you go. Thank you for keeping me warm.” Dean sighed and he started the car, peeling away from the stores to get back to the case.

“Of course.” Sam said, shrugging the jacket back on himself.

“So, what is the case you two are taking me on?” You asked.

“Vampires. There is a nasty nest in Colorado that we need to take care of. A few people have died but you’re going to take care of them all.” Dean said, looking at you through the rearview mirror.

“Dean, don’t boss her around. She isn’t an object anymore.” Sam said quietly but you heard.

“No, Sam, Dean is right. Of course, I will kill them all and protect you and Sam.” You said, leaning your head back.

“Good.” Dean said, looking at his brother before he turned on the radio and sped up. He was itching to kill some vampires.

You got to the run-down mansion in Colorado. It was a big farm house and it was the perfect place for vampires to reside in. You got out of the car and didn’t wait for Sam or Dean before you started walking to the entrance of the place. You would have gotten further but a hand on your shoulder stopped you.

“Wait, we need a plan. We can’t just walk into the front door.” Sam said. You looked at him and Dean who was getting machetes from the trunk of the car.

“Don’t worry about it. One touch from me and they’ll die. You guys can stay here and wait for me.” You said, shrugging out of Sam’s grip. You turned back around and walked to the front door, walking inside.

“Did she just tell us to wait?” Dean said, not believing what he just heard. With one look from each other, they grabbed their machetes and walked into the front door, seeing what was going on in there.

Upon walking in, you made enough noise to wake the sleeping vampires. It was the middle of the day and they needed their sleep but they can sleep all they want when they’re dead. One vampire hissed at you but you didn’t flinch, not once. You walked to him and reached your hand out, touching him in the arm.

He gasped and your eyes glowed a bright orange as did the skeleton of the vampire. When you retracted your hand, the vampire fell to the ground, dead. The other vampires looked at you, some of them not knowing how to deal with you and some of them not caring as they charged at you.

You dodged an attack of one, putting your hand on his leg. Your eyes glowed a bright orange once more, killing the vampire once you let go. You looked up and growled, seeing some of the vampires back up at your presence.

But, you weren’t here to make peace with them. Vampires were bad creatures and it was your job to kill them. You took off in a sprint to them, some of them fleeing but Sam and Dean took care of them easily. You ran at the ones who ran at you, eager to take you down but that would be hard to do when one touch from you is all it took for them to die.

They tried to dodge you while trying to hurt you but it wouldn’t work. Your eyes never changed from their orange, a sign that your power was in full effect. You grabbed onto the arms of two vampires, sending them to their deaths a moment later.

While you were busy with both of them, a vampire snuck up behind you and wrapped a metal bar around your neck, forcing you to a post, pushing the bar against your throat. He was trying his best to not touch you and so far, it was working.

You gasped and reached out for the vampire but the need for oxygen was too great to ignore.

“Y/N!” You heard Sam yell for you but there was no way in hell you were dying today. You growled lowly with what little oxygen was in your lungs as your eyes became a fiery orange, compared to the orange they were before. You grabbed the bar that was holding you hostage, sending your electrical currents through the bar and to the vampire who was holding it.

He gasped, receiving those signals. It wasn’t enough to kill him but it hurt like hell. He staggered back, dropping the metal rod from you. You reached your hand out and grabbed him by the throat, lifting him from the ground. His skeleton glowed a bright orange before he slumped in your hand, dead.

You dropped the vampire to the floor, your eyes going back to their normal color. You looked around the place and smiled to yourself, knowing all the vampires were dead. You looked at Sam and Dean and you walked right past them, out the front door to the car.

“Wait, Y/N, are you okay?” Sam said, following you. Dean looked at the vampires who still had their heads attached. They were dead but not in the traditional sense. He threw his arms up, confused. He walked out of the house, looking at you.

“What the hell was that?” Dean said.

“I’m fine, Sam, thanks for worrying about me. It takes a lot to kill me,” You said to Sam, dusting off your clothes. Sam and Dean had blotches of blood on them but you were clean. You turned to Dean and straightened your stance. “I killed those vampires. You’re welcome.”

You didn’t wait for them to respond to you because you got into the car and let them talk out their problems.

“What the hell?” Dean muttered.

“Dean, I think we found the ultimate weapon. If people know about her, she’s going to be a wanted woman. We need to protect her because we need her.” Sam said to Dean.

“Yeah, but come on, she killed most of them in there! That’s our job.” Dean muttered, pouting that you took all the kills from him.

“You’ll get over it.” Sam said, getting into the car.

“So, where to now?” You asked with a smile. You were always ready to kill.

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