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nats-revival · 8 months

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𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 | 𝙚. 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙨

pairing: nepo baby!business owner!ellie williams x afab!business owner!reader

tags: smut, fingering (r receiving), pet names/name calling?? (dirty girl, pretty, good girl, baby), slight praise??, god why is tagging so hard, mild language, unethical business practices??, thoughts are green, ellie lowk an asshole, but both reader and ellie are pretty harsh to eachother, maybe that’s it, bare with me if i forget something pls. 😭🙏

a/n: i wrote this directly on tumblr bc i did NAWT feel like pulling up google docs today saur the format might be a lil off. i was watching this show on netflix called ‘locked up’, and like an episode from season two is what inspired this!!! 😜 the show is good honestly it just drags on sometimes!!! ive actually never actually written smut any times before this (believe it or not hehe) anyways, let’s get into it!!!

P.S - DEDICATED TO @sweetysaccharine YAWP YAWP!!!! <333 HOPE U ENJOY POOKIEEEE

P.P.S - don’t look at the typos or i will find you (IM JOKING)

rumors traveled fast, and sometimes it wasn’t always good. for one, they could be infuriating. a company you’d been toe to toe with for.. quite some time had gotten a new ceo. some young girl. articles appeared online about some kinda nepotism scandal. the photo on the top of the article displayed a photo of the previous ceo — joel miller, and the new owner, ellie. they looked happy. but why were they accused of something as harmful as nepotism? long story short, joel turned his brother down for the position (even though he was the better option) so ellie could have it. favoritism of sorts. but god was she infuriating! her stupid, flashy displays of wealth (that probably didn’t even belong to her) made you so mad! and also, her arrogance and her constant need to compete with you was very infuriating aswell. you had influence, she had money. wouldn’t these things be considered as a double kill in some perfect world? yes. would you ever even consider working with someone like her? absolutely not. you couldn’t even stand being in the same vicinity as her whenever you two ended up at the same social events.

imagine that terrible, ugly feeling of anger that coursed hot through your veins once finding out she’d brought possibly one of the biggest clients you could’ve ever had. it was one thing for her to shove it in your face that she was wealthy but this? she’d completely overstepped. storming your way through the companies large building, you find yourself at her offices door knocking like a madwoman. “open the goddamn door, williams!” you yell as you attempt to open the door on your own. she doesn’t say anything, but you’re just almost certain she’s smirking or something. she opens the door with this.. look. it was weird. a perfect mixture of condescending, arrogance, and ‘i know what i did and i don’t regret it’. “are you insane?” “mm.. yeah. i guess so.” you laugh, dumbfounded by her. “how bout you come into my office for a seat and a drink?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. “let’s handle this civilly, shall we? knowing you, i have the feeling that this could get real ugly.” she pushed open the door with that same condescending/arrogant smile. of course, reluctantly, you walk inside. maybe this could be resolved civilly.

the sound of some smooth music played. it sounded like micheal buble or something. she walks around her desk to pour you a glass of bourbon. she hands it to and you just hold it. “it’s not poisoned, see?” she says before taking a sip. you take a sip and of it before putting the glass on her desk. “so, i realized that.. i have something you want.” the something being that client. “why else would i be here? that was a really petty move and you know that.” she chuckled. “yknow, i could just.. refer them back to you.” initially, you’re in disbelief. ellie? being generous? no way. she must’ve completely lost it. “but! it comes with a price.” of course it does. nothing was free, not in this economy. you kept your expectations low for this very reason. you raise an eyebrow at her. “we could work together. become business partners.”

she turns her music up a little. she dances her way over to you, circling you a bit. “no chance, ellie. how could i ever work with someone like you?” she chuckled again. “why wouldn’t you work with ‘someone like me’? you have something that i want aswell.” “what?” “power. influence. however you may wanna word it. i admire that.” it had to be some sick joke. why would she wanna work with you? “shouldn’t all your daddys money be more than enough to keep you in a position of power?” you quarry, then crossing your arms. a part of you didn’t believe that she’d been the one asking you for help.

“just think about it. me, giving you money. you, drawing power hungry clients in with that pretty face of yours. we’d work together like yin and yang.” she proposed before taking another sip of the drink in her glass. that was her giving a go at an analogy. was it good? she didn’t know. did she care? not at all. “you bullshitting me, williams?” “not at all. all you gotta do.. is say ‘yes’. cmon.” she offers her hand, those pretty slender fingers and that tattoo that peeking from underneath that black button up shirt were just so.. enticing. you were in your head, just thinking. was this a good idea? could i trust her? she probably has bad intentions. but she was so tempting. this had to be one of the seven deadly sins or something.

she snaps infront of your face. “where’d you go?” she asks. “nowhere.” you respond quickly. “so, you taking the offer or not? or.. will i have to convince you?” she takes a step closer to you. temptation taints your brain.

you’re not in control of your thoughts anymore. ellie was.

her hand seeks solace on your waist. “shouldn’t finding business like this be considered illegal?” you whisper to her. “im not a law abiding woman. and quite frankly, i don’t give two shits.” maybe it wouldn’t be illegal if nobody knew. but all you thought about was her. how she smells. how she’s looking at you. how her hands feel on your body. you can’t stop yourself. your lips crash down onto hers. your fingers tangle in her auburn hair as the both of you kiss passionately. she brings you to her desk, knocking stuff over as she sat you on her desk.

glass shattered, pictures were knocked out of their frames, and her computer mouse was.. somewhere. your back arches into her touch as you let out a soft moan into her mouth. she takes the opportunity to slide her tongue into your mouth. in the competition of dominance between your tongues, she reigns supreme. her hands slide up your body and end up on your oxford button up shirt. she doesn’t unbutton it, she rips that shit open. “i’ll get you a new one.” she mumbled as the buttons from the shirt scatter across the room.

“you’d better. or else id have to come back here and get it by force.” “oh please, you’ll be back here for more reasons than a goddamn shirt.” she said as she peppers kisses down to your jawline, then your neck. “don’t leave any marks.” “but why?” “oh, i dunno, cause i don’t want anyone asking me who i had sex with?” “who gives a shit? your workers get paid to look the other way, don’t they?”

well, she makes a good point. and you can’t argue with a point as valid as that. she sinks her teeth into a sweet spot of your neck, making you moan out as she runs her tongue along the new mark. she sticks her tongue out again to run it all the way down to one of your boobs. the sensation makes you shiver. “wore this pretty bra for me, didntcha? you were just expecting this. you must’ve wanted me to touch you like this, didn’t you? dirty girl. must’ve been waiting for me to bend you over this table.” she rambled all while stripping you of your bra, then leaving soft kisses and licks across the valley of your breasts.

she takes her time, making you wait for it. she knew what she was doing to you, and she was going to make you wait. “ellie, you’re going soo slow! you know what i want.” you whine as she leaves kisses and bites all over your exposed skin. “tell me what you want or you’ll get nothing. tell me where you want me.” she whispered. “i want your fingers.” “where?” “you know where.” “tell me or you get nothing.” you hesitate for a moment before saying feebly. “in.. in my pussy..” “that’s a good girl.”

she smiles as she pushes her hands into your slacks. she could feel your wetness. “i got you this worked up, huh? who knew little miss perfect could get this wet over me, a ‘nepo baby’?” she teased with a cocky smile. she slowly slides your slacks and underwear all the way down to your ankles before she applies a delicious amount of pressure to your clit. you gasp, your hand wrapping around her wrist. “oh, you like that do you, huh? you want more? fucking beg for it. cmon.” she applies more pressure to your clit, rubbing small and soft circles as her fingers ghost your sopping entrance. “oh— please ellie, i need more. give me more.” “gonna take more than that, baby.” you whine when she suddenly takes all that pressure away from you.

you let out another whine as you attempt to rut against her hand. her free hand slaps your thigh as she shakes her head in disapproval. “none of that. keep still. you get nothing until you beg like a good girl.” “please, please. ill do anything. just please touch me.” she chuckles at you. she found it cute how you were so desperate to chase that pleasure. “god, you’re so desperate. you need it so.. goddamn bad, don’t you?” she lets out a grunt in the middle of her sentence as she suddenly plunged into your pussy.

as she moves her fingers, she groans at how wet her you were. first she starts with middle finger, then adding her ring finger. her long fingers are hitting that sweet spot in you. she was making you see stars. “listen to yourself. look at ‘er, she’s crying for me.” she coos as she speeds her pace. you moan out. “watch me, baby.” you slowly look down at her fingers plunging in and out of you. sounds of wet squelching fill your ears. you bite your lip and you toss your head back as you let out a moan. you grind yourself down onto her fingers, chasing that wonderful and blissful orgasm.

you felt a pressure building up in your stomach. your eyes were fluttering open and shut. everytime you looked away, she stopped. you made sure to not look away. once that pressure in your stomach felt like it was gonna release, your moans became more broken. “ellie! ellie— oh fuck! ellie! im gonna cum! don’t stop, please don’t stop!” you say between moans as you bring your hand back down to hold her wrist in place.

“oh yeah? gonna cum? let go for me. make a mess on my fingers. cmon. i know you can do it.” she said as she kept her pace at that same one that was making you see stars. she’d been rambling something to you, talking you through it as she watched you cum all over her fingers. she helps you ride out your orgasm, a slight tremble in your legs becoming more apparent.

“what do we say?” “thank you.” she smiled as she pulled her fingers out. the sudden loss makes you whine. she sucks her fingers clean and you watch as her tongue runs across the length of her fingers. “still being a tease, williams?” you ask as you look at her while she does it. “mm.. well no, i dont think so. just savouring how good you taste.” when she was finally satisfied, she drops her hands. “so, you finally ready to stop being so stubborn and take the deal?” “not a chance if it means we get to have sex like this.” you respond with a chuckle. “maybe you need to be fucked again, hm?” she ask with a smile.

needless to say, you’d went another time, and on the third you fucked ellie. eventually you come to some sort of agreement after you’d been laid on her leather sofa, naked and feeling like you were floating. the only question you had now is what the hell had you gotten into. “will this turn into a scandal?” you ask. “.. probably not if we keep this under wraps.” she responds as she puts her head in the crook of your neck, pressing soft kisses to it. “plus, yknow i can just pay the media off right? they won’t say anything. not a peep.” she reassured as she smiled softly.

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anxiety-musings · 6 years

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In the Blood ~ Part 1

Summary: You were the daughter of one of the most powerful crime families in your home city. Until your uncle made a power grab, his ambition decimated your family, leaving you an orphan. After almost ten years training in the police force and becoming a detective you are sent undercover. Into your family’s historic rivals, the Winchesters.

Character Pairings?: Sam x Reader

AU: Gangster/Detective AU

Word Count: 4180

A/N: Sorry it took so long to finish up this first part - I got distracted attempting to apply for future study! I also feel like this is going to be either a 2-shot or if it is received well enough we may extend to a mini-series!

Tags: Thanks to @eyeofdionysus who is always there for me to bounce insane ideas off of!

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The captain had called you in early on Monday morning, when he walked in you were laying on the break room sofa, humming to yourself. Shaking his head he walked past you and into his office. You grabbed your coffee and followed him into his office, taking a seat on his much comfier sofa. He sat at his desk and laughed slightly before looking you over.

“Detective, how are you this morning?” he asked, smiling a little too happily.

Your eyes narrowed, “you brought me in early on the worst day of the week and you have an evil glint in your eye. What do you want?”

Your captain chuckled, “You’re going undercover and you’re going to hate it.”

“Where am I being put,” you asked as the captain gave you a look, “no. I’m not doing that. I am not insane!”

“You have to. Commissioner’s orders. He wants you to find out all you can on the feud between the Winchester family and your own. We had to decide whether to send you in or have you train someone but we know that the latter isn’t an option,” the captain smirked, “you’ll be deep cover.”

You finished your coffee before throwing the mug at the wall, hitting a framed photo, smashing both. Rounding on the captain you glared, “You want me to go back, you better hope I don’t get burned or I’m coming back and I’m coming for you and the commissioner.”

“Keep the threats until you’re undercover,” the captain snapped.

“Bite me,” you hissed and walked out of his office, going to your desk and throwing your gun and badge into the top drawer, clearing off the desk and looking back to the captain, “my employment records better be classified. If anyone other than you and the commissioner know, I’m dead.”

The captain sighed as you walked out of the bullpen, walking to the weapons cache and signing out your old guns and holster. You headed to the commissioner’s office and walked in, without knocking. His head snapped up to your very angry face before he held out a file. Grabbing the file you took a seat and began reading, the silent tension in the room growing with every passing breath.

“I’ll go to my old apartment in the city, I go there every so often to keep my presence known. My new one is in your surname. Commissioner, why?” you asked, for the first time meeting eyes with your boss.

“I can only trust you with this. We have been lead to believe that your uncle is planning on making a move against Dean Winchester. The feud has been silent for years, why does he want to restart it,” the commissioner muttered lowly, “from now on you’ll be on your own. If you need help you know how to get in touch. And Ana, you know I wouldn’t put you back in danger if there was another way.”

You took a deep breath before nodding, “keep yourself safe. I’ll be fine, just need to make friends with people who want me dead and hope they don’t let slip to my uncle his boys didn’t finish the job.”

“Good luck Miss Taylor, come home safe,” he sighed and walked around his desk, pulling you into a quick hug, “Kaia, you best come back.”

You nodded and sighed, walking out of the office and to an evidence lockup, picking up a set of keys that were kept in a secure vault. Walking to the garage you climbed into your old car and drove into the city. It took less than half an hour to pull up outside your old apartment complex, even in heavy traffic. You took a moment to ready yourself before getting out of your car and walking into the building, taking the elevator to the top floor using your key. As the door opened onto your penthouse, you took a few deep breaths, checking the floor was clear before pulling out an old phone and slumping on your sofa. Scrolling through the contacts your paused before listening to the voicemails, hearing your mother’s last words to you once more before steeling yourself and hitting call on an old name.

The phone rang twice before a gruff voice spoke, “You have a lot of nerve calling this number Taylor.”

“Winchester, we need to meet. I’ll even come to you wearing a bow if you want,” you snapped, rolling your eyes.

There was silence before an address was muttered, “be there within the hour. Alone.”

“See you there.”

Pulling up in your car outside of the warehouse, you checked your guns and looked once more in the mirror. Your mahogany hair curled loosely past your shoulders, brushing the top of the waistband of your jeans, the white vest top clung to your figure as your leather jacket only partially covered your shoulder holster. Your polished, black, heeled boots came up to your knees, as you walked into the warehouse you threw the doors wide. Standing in the middle of the empty warehouse was the man you were waiting for, Mr. John Winchester, leaning against his impala.

“You know, I didn’t think you would actually show up Kaia,” he chuckled, “certainly not alone. Now, what do you want kiddo?”

“I want my uncle to pay. And neither of us want an all out war again, my uncle doesn’t follow the rules and we both know that,” you stated, walking forward. “Luckily for us, he thinks I’m dead. And it’s going to remain that way, or you and I will have problems.”

John laughed, shaking his head before his eyes met yours in a glare. “You’ve been out of the picture for a while kiddo. Ten years ago your daddy bit the dust, you vanished only a year later. Now you come back full swing, we know you went to the police academy and you were a detective. Did they finally kick the mafia kid out and she wants to come back to play the game?”

You stared at John as you pulled out the old phone and played the other saved voicemail, staring directly at the older man as you both heard your little sister ask her uncle what was happening. John flinched at the child’s screams as she begged for her mother to be saved, three shots sounded and the child sobbed. A final three shots were fired before silence and the call cutting out.

“Only reason I joined the police force was to bring him down. They decided I was not suited to the job and kicked me out. I’m getting my revenge, and I’ve heard whispers that he wants to reignite the war. Starting with Dean’s family. Not Dean, his wife and kids.” John moved faster than you anticipated, grabbing your throat and holding his colt to your head. “Why do you think I’m here John? I’m not letting what happened to me repeat itself any time soon.”

John’s grip loosened on your throat as he nodded, “My boys will take your car, get in.”

He stepped into the impala, waiting for you to get in beside him before driving out of the warehouse. You stared at the sky as he drove, nervously fiddling with the phone in your hands. John kept glancing over to you while he drove to his home.

“You know it isn’t going to be safe for you to go back to that apartment of yours. If we spotted you, it’s only a matter of time before you uncle catches wind,” John muttered, “I’ll get you set up properly.”

You nodded silently, “you know my father signed the truce, he didn’t want our families to fight. My uncle thought he went soft and shot him in the back of the head. He got to be the big man, just killed his brother to get there.”

John nodded and continued driving in silence. He pulled into the grounds of his home, his boys following behind in your car. The door to the manse opened as you stepped out of the car, within the seconds that followed Dean Winchester had lunged at you as his father yelled for him to stop. Dean pinned you to the floor and held his pistol to your face while his father yelled. With him distracted, you twisted and disarmed Dean, throwing his gun aside. You took a step back as Dean jumped to his feet, suddenly being separated by a taller figure as John shook his head.

“Stop it! Dean, Sam, learn how to treat a guest properly. Now get inside, all of you.”

After following the brothers inside you were escorted to John’s office. He took a seat at his desk, motioning for you to sit opposite as both brothers stood against a bookcase, watching you. John stayed silent, scanning the three of you in front of him, his hands folded in front of him, eyes lingering on each of you.

“Father, you can’t be seriously considering letting her stay!” Dean snapped, his glare never lifting from your form. “She can’t be trusted! She’s one of them!”

You tilted your head, looking to the older of John’s children. “You were the one who pulled a gun on me. Take a moment and realise how much of an ass you sound, then hold your tongue, Winchester.”

“If you even think for a second about hurting this family I’ll fill you with lead myself,” Dean snarled.

“Enough.” John’s voice boomed, his glare darting between both you and Dean. “Dean, if you cannot be civil, leave. Kaia came here because she found out about a threat towards us. We’re going to work together.”

Dean fell silent, as you glanced back to him, the harsh facade he put on had cracked slightly and he was staring in confusion. Sam however, had met eyes with his father in some form of silent communication. After a few moments in silence there was a nod from John and then a hand placed on your shoulder. Sam smiled to you and motioned for you to follow him.

You were given a room in the house and shown around. “Why am I staying in your home?”

“My dad wants to keep an eye on you, make sure you aren’t double crossing us. He’s made me your guardian, until we know we can trust you. You’ve been out of the game for a while Kaia, we need to make sure you still remember how to play,” Sam smiled and opened the bedroom door, “This will be your room, mine is just next door. We’ll swing by your apartment to grab your clothes and stuff, then you and I can have a proper chat.” Sam’s voice became very quiet as he spoke once again, “Detective.”

Your eyes widened as you looked to the tall Winchester, “What are you talking about?”

“Hush just now, we can chat after. Follow me, we’ll take my car.”

When you returned to the manse after grabbing your things Sam followed you into your new room and locked the door. You cursed and took a seat as he crossed his arms looking at you with a brow raised. Obviously waiting for your explanation. When you didn’t immediately speak he pulled a chair over and sat in front of you.

“I will wait all night Kaia. You should get talking,” Sam muttered lowly.

“Okay, what do you want to know Winchester?”

Sam’s face told you he wanted to know everything. You sighed and slipped out of your jacket, looking to the younger Winchester. Every possible lie passed through your mind before you realised, if Sam knew you were a detective, he probably knew enough that no lie would work.

“Okay, so I’ll start at the beginning? My uncle decided to make a power grab, tried to intimidate my father. He had my older brothers killed first, some job gone wrong. My father didn’t budge, and signed the truce agreement. The ink wasn’t even dry when my uncle shot him, the truce papers couldn’t be sent back to your father. But my uncle wasn’t satisfied, he wanted to wipe out my father’s side of the family. He killed my mother and baby sister, they had been on the phone to me, telling me to run.” you looked down, clenching your jaw, a fire in your eyes. “That’s when I decided he is going to die, and he’s going to die painfully. I ran and after a staged car crash, thanks to the police commissioner, I joined the police academy. They protected me and I told them what they wanted to know.”

Sam nodded and leaned back, taking his glock out of its holster and setting it on the side table. You watched the older man as he seemed to process everything you were saying. His brow furrowed as you continued.

“I became a detective, using the commissioner’s surname as my own. No one in the precinct knows who I really am. Then I got told I was going undercover because they caught wind that my uncle wants to restart the war, with Dean’s family,” you sighed and watched Sam tense, his eyes locking with yours. “And you wonder why I agreed. Dean has a wife, a son and a daughter and my uncle doesn’t respect the rules. You know if anyone else finds out about what I am, I’m dead and I can’t help your family. Trust me, I want to ruin my family more than anyone, dead or alive.”

“I’ll keep quiet, but if you betray us you know the first thing I will do is burn you. To your uncle and my father,” Sam muttered lowly. “I’ve been keeping tabs on you Kaia, since you disappeared. It was smart to use another name, but you have to realise this will end in one of two ways. Either you die or your family are taken out, there’s not an easy out here.”

You nod, “I’m not looking for an easy out, and my uncle best check I have no pulse next time.”

Sam chuckled and stood, as you copied, gripping his arm. He looked down to you and nodded in silence before stepping out of the room, you heard the door lock once more before you opened the window, staring out of it towards the city. As the sun began to set you unpacked the bags you had grabbed from your apartment, leaving one drawer for your weapons, the other 2 filled with your clothing. A knock at the door had you snap your head towards it, John was standing in the doorway watching you. He turned and walked away, you followed him quietly. Within the hour you were introduced to John, Sam and Dean’s closest family, whenever you glanced to Sam he was watching you, as if waiting for you to mess up.

Once you had dinner with the family, Sam pulled you away with him, handing you your jacket and walking to his car. You took a second to take a breath before following the man, climbing into the jeep. Sam squealed out of the manse and began driving through the streets, keeping an eye out for any strange activity in the Winchester’s part of town. He pulled the car over, outside a nightclub and stepped out, motioning for you to follow. As you walked towards the door the people outside stopped and stared, Sam wrapped an arm around your waist and nodded to the bouncer who stepped aside, nodding in respect.

“Stay close,” Sam whispered into your ear as you stepped into the loud club.

You looked around the club as Sam moved you into the VIP section. His hand stayed on your back as you were both given the once over by a security guard, who ignored the guns you both carried. Sam escorted you through the door and up a set of stairs to a quiet room where people were chatting quietly. The room fell silent as eyes fell on Sam, you watched as a flamboyantly dressed man stepped forward, smiling widely.

“My little Kaia! So good to see the little one again! And with a Winchester, tell me, who died?” he laughed, pulling you into a hug, “Sam here requested a new wardrobe for you. Apparently your outfits have grown a little drab, police issue nonsense.”

Your voice was low as you met his eyes, “Gabe, indoor voice. My uncle will want my head on a pike if he learns I’m alive. And he’ll come for you if he learns you knew.”

“Well then, come on into my parlour and we can gossip like old times. Good thing you don’t appear to have changed much…” he smirked and walked back into the room he had originally come from.

Stepping through the doors you relaxed, a breathless laugh escaping your lips as you took in the spectacle. As soon as the door closed you were enveloped in a bear hug by Gabriel, he kissed your cheek and stared at you, a wide smile on his face. You couldn’t help but to return the smile, looking to your old friend and feeling safe once more. Gabe had hidden you for just short of a month after your “car crash”, he kept you safe throughout multiple raids your uncle ordered. Walking through the parlour your hand brushed over the clothing Gabe would painstakingly spend hours working on. Sam watched as your friend walked to a closet and grabbed a suitcase, he began carefully packing piles of clothes, from everyday wear to ballgowns.

“They are all made the usual way and have hidden pockets, you are lucky you haven’t changed much Kaia,” Gabe smiled, looking to Sam, “I do have to ask what a Winchester is doing associating with a Taylor…”

Sam rolled his eyes, “More like what is a Taylor doing with us. She’s under our protection now.”

“You know there are those in this club still loyal to her family.” Gabe’s voice lowered as he met your eyes, “Not your uncle. They want him dead, I’ve been keeping up with the gossip… Kaia, they know. Your uncle has someone in the police department, not in as high a position as your father had but they recognised you.”

Sam looked at you, watching your reaction. You simply nodded and walked towards a desk, reaching under the desk you pressed a button. Gabe’s eyes flicked over to you as you lifted the fake-top on the desk and stared at your things. Looking through the desk you pulled out your old necklace, guns and a file. Sam raised a brow as you handed him the file - as he opened the cover you watched his whole body relax.

“We wondered what happened to the original…” Sam whispered as he stared at the blood-soaked paperwork.

While you stood in silence, watching Gabe pack and Sam read the file an alarm sounded in the room. Pulling up the CCTV you saw one of your cousins at the door to the club, yelling at the bouncer. Sam and Gabe shared a look as they pushed you through a back door to the parlour. Gabe pulled the suitcase as Sam checked the route was clear. Once you were inside the jeep Gabe put the suitcase in the trunk and smiled to you before disappearing back into the club. Sam revved the engine and pulled away from the club, driving back towards the manse. You stayed quiet as he pulled up, until you saw a car you knew parked out front. Climbing out of the jeep you walked towards the car, upon seeing it was empty you headed towards the manse. Dean opened the door as you approached, he sighed and motioned towards the dining room. Turning through the entrance hall into the dining room you almost ran into the back of a tall figure. As he turned to you he smiled, and you cast confused stares between the men.

“I think we should go to my office,” John muttered looking at you.

The man smiled to you, “Detective.”

“Commissioner?” you asked as he chuckled, “What the fuck is going on here?”

You were escorted to John’s office with the commissioner, they gave each other a look before the commissioner began to explain.

“I have worked with the Winchesters for years, much like how the DA worked with your father. When your father was killed we attempted to extract your mother and sister but were too late, we did manage to bring you to safety though. Using our resources we helped stage the car crash, but we couldn’t simply tell you all of this.” he began, “The Winchester’s have been protecting you since you fled from your uncle. Sam was the head of that operation, we kept this quiet so your uncle wouldn’t find you as easily.”

You looked at John, “Then why the act when I called you? And why did Dean try to kill me?”

“Only immediate family knew of this, so we had to keep acting like you were an enemy. And before you ask, we couldn’t have the commissioner tell you anything because his position would be at risk. Not to mention your uncle has spies in the police,” John stated. “Now, your uncle knows you are alive, and he may know we are protecting you. Sam is going to continue to be your protector, we won’t let your uncle harm you. I promise you this Kaia.”

Nodding you looked to the commissioner who smiled over to you, “Sorry we kept this quiet for so long. You were sent undercover because the police force became unsafe. Your captain worked for your uncle.”

“Knew I hated him for a good reason,” you muttered and ran a hand through your hair, “Thank you for everything, I should go, I kind of left Sam at the car…” you chuckled and shook hands with both men, heading to the jeep to grab your suitcase.

Sam gave you a look of understanding before helping you with the suitcase. Once you entered your room he closed the door behind the two of you and watched you. You began unpacking as he leaned against the door, waiting for the right time to break the silence. As you placed the final dress into your closet Sam finally spoke.

“You know, watching you for the past ten years got tiring. I’m actually surprised you never caught me out,” he began.

You looked at him and laughed, “I knew you were watching me after the first few months. You don’t run into the same person as often as I saw you without them either stalking you or they’re going to kill you. You were around too long for killing so you were watching me,” you shrugged, looking up to the man. “I didn’t know who you were - I had never met you prior, probably why your father sent you since Dean and I had gotten into fights before…”

Sam looked down to you, “You knew I was following you, yet you still…” his gaze dropped to you as you smirked, “Were you drunk that night?”

“Not in the slightest, you were cute and I decided I was going to mess with you. Unfortunately you didn’t come back to mine that night, I would have found out who you were that night. One way or another,” you smirked and stood, walking over to Sam, “You were this unknown quantity following me. But you made me feel safe, I watched you knock a guy out in an alley after he followed me. Not to mention, on a drugs bust you saved my ass by sending the other officers in my direction after my partner left me.”

Sam was looking down at you, his gaze locked onto your own. “I couldn’t let anything happen to you. That was my job.” he muttered, his eyes staring at your lips, conflict in his gaze.

You reached up to Sam’s cheek, brushing his hair back as you rocked forwards onto your toes. Sam’s hands instinctively rested on your hips as you brought his head forward, kissing him softly. His grip tightened as the kiss deepened, Sam pressing closer to you until your bodies were pressed together and he was holding you off of the ground. You wrapped your legs around the man’s hips, his hands moving so one held your ass, keeping you balanced and the other tangled in your hair. You had pulled back for a second, pulling your shirt over your head as there was a knock at the door. Both of you jumped, Sam quickly setting you on your feet as he responded to the knock.

“Yeah?” he called out, still holding you tightly against him.

Dean’s voice responded, “We’re taking Kaia out with the family tomorrow morning. Make sure you’re ready by nine, dress nicely.”

Sam responded with some acknowledgement before muttering how Dean was such a dick. He looked down to you and kissed you softly, “We can discuss this tomorrow. It’s late, you should rest.”

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