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spookymultimedia · 2 years ago

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FREDDIE X TRANSMASC/TRANS GUY READER

Fandom: WWDITS 2019

Summary: you met Freddie, become friends and go on an antique mansion tour/coffee date

Involves: holding hands, cheek, head, hand and mouth kisses

It was a cold October morning. You sat on the porch wearing your favorite My Chemical Romance t-shirt, a blue flannel button up, ripped black skinny jeans, green space printed converse shoes, and black fingerless gloves. Your nails were painted red and your hair was in a freshly trimmed wolf cut. You were waiting for Freddie to pick you up for your first date. You met him at a graveyard. You were walking alone early in the morning appreciating the beauty of death when you ran into him. "I'm so sorry." You apologized. He giggled at you and looked at you with those dark sparkly eyes. He had the cutest dimples and hair that was like black coffee. You remembered he was wearing a colorful scarf that caught your eye. You exchanged names, his name was Freddie. It was a wonderful, beautiful name. Freddie. You wanted to tattoo the name on your wrist to remember forever. You were both 23 and shared a fondness over antique things such as graveyards and haunted houses. You exchanged Tumblr urls and texted for a month. You learned that he was from the UK. You asked if he watched Sherlock or Doctor Who and he loved both shows. He was even in the SuperWhoLock fandom and thought that Dean and Castiel are DEFINITELY in love.

It was November when he brought you and your best friend to your first comic con. He was cosplaying The Doctor and you where dressed as a genderbent Rose who was totally a gay trans man. The entire time your friend joked about you two being a couple. On the last night of the con when he finally asked you out on a date. You both were sitting in bed watching The Vampire Diaries. You were leaning on his shoulder while your friend was adding new Doctor Who stickers to their walking cane. He told you that next week he was going to take a house tour of this old mansion and try out this new coffee shop and wanted you to come with him. You agreed to of course. You hugged his arm and he kissed your head. It was just a friendly kiss but you still blushed. When you left the next day and texted Freddie that you got home safe he sent you a lyric from one of your favorite songs:

"We can live like Jack and Sally if we want

Where you can always find me

And we'll have Halloween on Christmas."

You smiled wide against the couch and sent him back a bunch of hearts.

When Freddie arrived at your house he got out of his car holding a bouquet of red and golden mum flowers. He was wearing a long brown trench coat, his signature knitted scarf, a gold brown button up and a dark brown sweater vest. "You look beautiful Y/N." He said as he handed you flowers.

"Oh my god thank you!" You took the flowers and ran inside to put them In a vase. He petted your black cat Loki while he waited on you. Once you were ready you got into his car and texted your friend that you were now leaving for the date. In the car you jammed out to MCR during the drive. The trip to the mansion would be a 30 minute drive. He was a very careful driver, even when you were headbanging and singing Black Parade and NANANA at the top of your lungs. At last you both arrived at the huge mansion. He pulled out a camera from the back seat and got out of the car. There was a small line in front of the mansion for the tour. He held your hand in line and smiled at you. You both commented about the exterior of the house. It had beautiful green stained glass windows, blood red bricks, and a huge black door with a silvery door knocker.

"The knocker was made to keep out vampires," Freddie said jokingly, you laughed.

"Do you believe in vampires?" You asked him. He shook his head, "Nah, do you?"

You shrugged your shoulders, "I'm willing to believe it. Vampire hunting kits do exist."

"If they are real they're probably nothing like The Vampire Diaries." He squeezed your hand before you both followed the group into the mansion. You watched him take photos of the mansion and pointed out little things about it that would make you smile: the huge fireplace, the old fish tank, the woodwork of the floors, the tiles in the kitchen, the old stove; you were in paradise. The mansion had two levels and huge rooms with riveting stories for each. One bedroom was told to be haunted. They weren't even allowed to go into the room because it would be disrespectful to the dead and potentially dangerous. Throughout the whole tour he held your hand so that he wouldn't lose you in the crowd of people. It made you feel safe and less nervous. He was such a gentleman.

Once the tour was over you were both hungry, luckily the coffee shop he mentioned was walking distance from the mansion tour. As you both walked you felt a warmth in your chest. You couldn't hold back any longer. You needed to tell him how you felt about him.

"I love you Freddie. I hope it's not too soon for me to tell you that." You were blushing hard. As corny as you felt you didn't feel any shame or regret saying it. It felt good to say it. He gasped and smiled wide, "I love you too, my dark prince." He kissed your hand. Your heart fluttered. It was like you were king of the world.

"So does that mean I can tell everyone you're my partner now?" He asked. You nodded, your hair bobbing up and down with you. "Of course!"

When you got to the coffee shop you both shared a soup and salad. You insisted on paying for the meal since he spent money on gas but he told you he didn't mind. You both compromised and he let you pay for the coffee separately. You shared a club sandwich which was huge, you definitely wouldn't be able to eat it all by yourself. You had a mocha latte while he had a tall macchiato. The coffee was rich and delicious. During the meal you both made plans for Halloween and possible cosplay plans. You suggested you could be Jack Skellington and he could be a genderbent Sally. He liked the idea but also considered being Dean and you could be Castiel. You pointed out that most people wouldn't recognize the characters but it would definitely be a cosplay you wanted to do with him. You both decided to settle on Jack and genderbent Sally, who Freddie decided would be called Freddie too. You agreed, Freddie would be cute.

During the drive home you listened to I Miss You by Blink182 and Nine in the Afternoon by Panic! At The Disco and the entire album of Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge. When he got to your house the sun was already starting to set. It was 5:30 and you had a pretty late lunch. He stood outside the car and opened his arms for a hug. You leaned with a smile and he wrapped his arms around your waist. "I love you Y/N." You turned to see his face. "Can I kiss you?" You asked.

"Mhm." He smiled. You pecked his cherry red lips and he smoothed his lips over yours. He parted his lips a little bit and you poked in your tongue timidly. He opened his mouth more and allowed you entrance. He tasted like the mint gum he had been chewing earlier in the car. The kiss was slow and sweet as you caressed his tongue against yours. You cupped his cheek and neck softly and his hands rested on your shoulders. After a minute you pulled out and pecked his nose. "Bye." You smiled.

"Goodbye, Y/N."

You went inside and texted your friend that you got home safe and told them that you two were official now.

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rizlowwritessortof · 3 years ago

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Meant To Be - Chapter 9

Dean and Jordan are each trying to escape their painful pasts. Their chance meeting and a dangerous encounter begins a relationship that may give them both a new start.

Pairing: Police Detective Dean Winchester/Jordan Taylor

Word Count: 5547

Warnings: Smutty smut

Aesthetic by @editsbymichele on Instagram; Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Jordan moved her arm, and the unfamiliar tug of the IV finished waking her from a deep sleep. Her eyes opened, focusing slowly on the figure of the man sleeping in the recliner beside her bed. Dean was sound asleep, arms flung wide, an occasional soft snore escaping his parted lips. She smiled, relieved to see him there, safe and apparently uninjured. His vest was draped over a nearby chair, his boots beside it, badge and gun still in place at his waist.

She watched him silently until the quiet whoosh of the opening door made her turn her head that way. A nurse came in, her eyes falling on the peacefully sleeping man, and she quietly made her way to Jordan’s side. “How are you doing?” she whispered, taking her wrist between her fingers to check her pulse.

“I’m good. The doctor said once this bag was gone, the IV could come out – can you do that?”

“Sure!” She worked on that, nodding her head towards Dean. “Looks like you have your own private security, huh?”

Jordan grinned. “I’m very lucky.”

The nurse nodded, her eyebrows raised in agreement. “Yeah, you are. Well, let me know if you need anything else. Doc should be here in a couple of hours, once he okays it, you’ll be able to go home.”

“Thank you,” Jordan whispered back, and the nurse walked back to the door, turning with an expression of appreciation as she glanced back at Dean, pretending to fan herself before grinning and pulling the door closed behind her. Jordan giggled softly, and Dean stirred a little, his eyes opening slowly, squinting as he tried to focus. “Hey, sleepyhead,” she teased, and a crooked smile quirked up one side of his lips.

“Hey, yourself. How are you doing?” His voice was raspy with sleep, eyes heavy-lidded, his hair mussed and adorable, and she smiled affectionately back at him.

“I’m good. Head still pounding a little, but not as bad.” She threw her covers back, swinging her legs around, and hopped off the bed, coming over to crawl into his lap.

“Are they sure, they checked you out?”

She looked into his eyes, nodding. “Cat scan, the whole works. I have a concussion, but everything else is okay. Nurse said I can go home as soon as the doc checks in.” She leaned in to kiss him, and he pulled her closer with a soft hum against her lips.

He slipped his hand just beneath the hem of her hospital gown, fingers trailing over her knee as he laid his head back and smiled at her. “Donna’s bringing some clothes for you, she’ll be here in about an hour. Then we can stop and see Sam, if you want.”

She nodded. “Yes, I definitely want.” She cuddled against him, kissing his neck before settling her head on his shoulder with a sigh. When Donna arrived, they were both asleep in the chair.

She knocked lightly on the inside of the door, and they both stirred, yawning. “Hey, Donna,” Jordan smiled sleepily, not moving from her perch.

“Hey, you two. I hated to wake you, but I think the doc’s on his way soon, anyway. How are you feelin’, hon?”

“A little headache and neck pain, but other than that, I’m ok. I was better when I woke up and saw Dean sitting here and I knew you guys were all right.”

“Oh, hell, yeah. Like they used to say on Dukes of Hazzard, we cuffed ‘em and stuffed ‘em,” Donna joked, and the girls laughed. “Of course, Dean wanted to kill the creep that had you, but…”

“Sometimes it sucks being one of the good guys,” he grumbled, and Jordan smiled down at him.

“Don’t feel bad, I kinda wanted to kill him myself,” she said, dropping a kiss on his nose before sliding off his lap. “You brought me clothes?” Donna held out a bag and Jordan took it with a grateful smile. “Thank you. I’ll get dressed, and then we can go see Sam?”

“That’s the plan, as soon as the doc lets you go,” Dean answered, and she stepped into the bathroom to change.

After an impatient wait, the doctor finally showed up to release Jordan, and they all headed to Sam’s room together. He was sitting up and talking quietly to Sarah when they walked in, and she jumped up to give Jordan a hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay! You must have been terrified,” she sympathized, and Jordan nodded.

“Not something I want to go through again,” she agreed, then moved over to the bed to take Sam’s hand. “I was so damn worried about you.”

Dean came around to the foot of the bed where he could see his brother. “Yeah, even on the ransom call when I demanded to talk to her, it was “I’m okay – how’s Sam?” he grinned. “And you guys have matching black eyes. Somebody needs to take a picture of this.”

“Gotcha covered,” Donna piped up, grabbing her phone. “Get down there next to him, girl, we have to capture this for posterity.”

“Just what a woman wants to do after getting shanghaied and spending the night in the hospital – get her picture taken,” Jordan sighed, rolling her eyes, but she bent down next to Sam so Donna could capture the moment, laughing as Sam whispered some funny comment in her ear. Donna held out her phone with a triumphant grin.

“It’s a keeper!”

Jordan sat next to Dean on the way home, drowsy and content with his arm around her. She looked up at him, confused, when they pulled up in front of her apartment building. “We’re not going to your place?”

Dean hesitated a moment, then turned to look at her. “Doc said nothing strenuous, lots of rest. I just thought it’d be better if you were in your own bed, and we wouldn’t be – you know – trying to do strenuous stuff.”

She giggled, shoving at his shoulder. “It’s okay, you need to get some sleep, too.”

“Yeah, and – Donna and I have a lot of statements to take the next couple of days, and paperwork to do. We’ll have to get your statement at some point, but not until you’re rested up.” He leaned in close and kissed her tenderly. “C’mon, I’ll walk you up.”

He hung around the apartment, chatting with Donna until Jordan had showered and got ready for bed, going in to kiss her goodnight before he left. It didn’t take her long to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

It was late evening when Dean and Donna came home the next night, and Jordan sensed tension between them as soon as they walked through the door. It had been a long couple of days, and everyone was bound to be on edge, so she didn’t ask what was going on.

“Want a beer?” she asked, and Donna shot her a tired smile.

“Not me. I’m heading for the shower and my bed, it’s been a long day.”

Dean rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, I should head out, too. Donna, we’ll talk about this later.”

She looked up at him, her voice sharp. “I’ll walk you out,” she said, and Jordan bit her lip nervously.

“Guess I’ll get ready for bed,” she said softly. “G’night, you two.” Dean was not acting normal at all, and Donna was pissed, and she suddenly wanted to crawl into bed and pull the covers over her head.

“We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?” Dean said softly, and Jordan nodded, noting the death glare Donna was aiming his way. The obviously feuding partners headed for the door, and Jordan walked towards her room, her stomach in knots.

She had barely walked into her bedroom when she remembered she had wanted to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, so she turned and headed back that way. She closed the fridge and heard Donna’s voice raise just enough that she could hear, wishing she had stayed in her room but unable to make her feet move.

“Dean, you know how I feel. I don’t like it at all, you blindsided me with this. You have to talk to Jordan.”

“I know! I will, I just – I have to… there’s just some shit I have to figure out, think about. I didn’t plan for this to happen, at least not this soon. Not right after… I mean, really, we haven’t been together that long, but…”

“Well, you’d better figure it out, and fast. I’m not good at hiding things. And I shouldn’t have to. I wish you hadn’t even told me.”

“I’m sorry! I had to fucking talk to somebody, and I thought maybe my partner wouldn’t be such a dick about it!”

Now Dean sounded pissed, and Jordan felt sick. She rushed back to her room, afraid Donna would come back into the apartment and see her standing there. Her hands were shaking, her head spinning, memories of Darrel’s demeaning and belittling comments echoing through her mind. She crawled into her bed, curled into a ball, trying to ignore them, but they wouldn’t leave her alone. All the old insecurity she had worked so hard to recover from came flooding back, overwhelming her. It hadn’t taken Dean long to get tired of her, apparently. And Donna was upset with him because he wasn’t talking to her about it. How could she think he actually wanted more with her than a casual fling?

She hadn’t felt this small since the end of her relationship with Darrel, and she finally fell asleep, exhausted, dark thoughts haunting her through the restless night.

Jordan stayed in bed the next morning until Donna left, not wanting to see anyone. She moved through her day in a daze, unable to focus on anything but her misery. She was in love with Dean, but something had happened to change his feelings towards her. Maybe last night hadn’t been about the doctor’s orders at all. Maybe it was just the first step in distancing himself from her. And even worse, if they weren’t going to be together, how could they possibly get back to the warm, easy friendship they’d had before? Everything was such a mess, she was a mess, and there was nothing she could do to fix it.

Late that afternoon, there was a soft knock at the door before she heard the key in the lock. Dean peeked his head in, seeing her sitting there, and came in, alone. He looked nervous, and she felt that sick, hollow feeling in her stomach again, dreading what was coming.

“Hey,” he said softly. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay. Where’s Donna?”

“She’s at Doug’s. Wanted to give us some time to talk.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

He came to the couch, sitting down and rubbing the back of his neck before turning his body towards her. He glanced at her before he started talking, then kept his eyes in his lap, his hands fidgeting and rubbing over his thigh occasionally as the words tumbled out. “So, I’ve been kinda messed up for the last few months – I mean, you know that. When I went to South Dakota, when I met you, I was… I didn’t know if I wanted to come back to work, back to Kansas City. Anyway, while I was there, working on my car, I needed a part, and I found this little repair and body shop there. The old guy that owns it was pretty cool, we got to talking, and I told him how I grew up in Kansas working at my uncle’s body shop. He got me a beer and we just sat there and shot the shit for a couple of hours, it was the most I’d talked to anybody for a long time. When I got ready to leave, he said, ‘Dean, I’m gonna give up and retire one of these days. I’d sure like it if somebody like you would buy this place and run it like it should be run.’ Well, I told him, sure, give me a call when you do that, and I’ll see where I’m at.”

He looked up at Jordan again, then back down before continuing. “Well, he called me yesterday. And if we hadn’t just wrapped up the whole mess behind that shooting, I don’t know if I would even think about it. But – I’m burned out. I don’t love my job anymore. I really think I want out. Donna’s pissed at me, feels like I’m abandoning her or something, but – I can’t do this job if my heart and my head aren’t in it. I can cash in my pension and buy that shop, do something I used to dream about when I was a kid working for my uncle. Live in a place where you can walk down the street without worrying about getting mugged. Watch some sunsets, see what real peace and quiet feels like.”

Jordan was struggling not to cry, but her tears were winning, rolling silently down her face, and as she sniffed softly, Dean raised his head to look at her. “So - you’re leaving.” He stared at her, a stricken expression on his face at her obvious distress, his mouth open to speak, but she went on. “I mean, I get it, you’re not happy, and you don’t feel about me the same way I feel about you. I mean, Darrel always said I wasn’t enough to keep a man for long, I should have seen it coming. I should have stayed away from you in the first place.” She started to rise from the couch, but Dean reached out and stopped her with a firm grip on her arm.

“Whoa! Hey, where is this coming from? No – just... Baby, no… God, I fucked this up.” He shook his head. “Damn it, Jordan, I don’t want to leave you. I’m not leaving you. I want you to come with me. But we haven’t been together for that long, and you just got to KC, and I didn’t want you to feel like I was pushing you too fast...” He moved closer, his hands cradling her face. “Baby, I’m so sorry, I had no idea you thought that’s what was happening.”

“I heard you and Donna last night, I thought you were sick of me, I thought you wanted to leave me, and I thought that’s why Donna was mad at you, and all I could think about was the shit that Darrel used to say to me...” Dean pulled her into his arms, holding her tight and soothing her until she quieted down. Then he took her by the shoulders and moved her back, taking her face in his hands and kissing her gently.

“If it’s the last thing I do, I’m gonna erase what that asshole did to you, I don’t care if it takes me the rest of my fucking life. None of it is true. You hear me? And I’m not leaving you. If you really want to stay here, I will work through my bullshit and stay. But if you want to come with me – I told Earl I’d call him back tomorrow, let him know. I know that’s not much time, but...”

After a moment of thoughtful silence, she responded, “So, maybe I could still work for Sam, from home?”

“I’m sure you could. We can talk to him, we can go to the hospital so you can discuss it with him, if you want.”

“And we could go to Molly’s for bacon cheeseburgers and pancakes...”

“And frosty mugs of beer. Yeah. And I thought we could maybe buy a little house, and you could come and have lunch with me at the shop sometimes.” He kissed her nose, then her lips, and a smirk slowly curved his lips. “And maybe I could come home for lunch sometimes, but not for lunch, ya know?”

Jordan blushed, looking up at him from under her damp lashes. “You could.” He kissed her again, lingering over her lips, and she let out a little sigh, melting against him. Her arms slipped around his waist, handfuls of his shirt in her fists as his tongue touched her lips, then slipped between them with a moan.

“Maybe I should stop,” he mumbled reluctantly, barely parting from her lips as he spoke, and she tightened her grip around him with a little whimper.

“Dean… it’s been two days, I’m fine, and I need you...”

He groaned, kissing her again, hard, before stopping to look into her eyes. “Are you sure? That you’re ready? Your head...”

“Please, Dean, I promise, I’m fine.” She slipped her hands underneath his shirt, moving them up his back and dragging her nails gently over his skin. “I need you to hold me, I need to feel you inside me...” She brushed her lips along his jaw line, then down to his pulse point, sucking gently at his skin, and he swore, letting her push him down. She stretched out, her body full length over his, grinding against his erection, her lips crashing down on his again. His hands gripped her ass, his hips rising up to meet her as she moaned into their kiss. She finally raised her head, panting for air, her eyes dark with want. “Maybe we should go to my room… in case Donna...”

Dean nodded, and she climbed off of him, heading to her room with him hot on her heels. He was halfway undressed by the time he reached the room, dropping his clothes in a pile before stretching out on the bed, lazily stroking his cock with one hand as he watched Jordan strip down. “C’mere, sweetheart...” he urged, and she climbed onto the bed, settling over top of him again and raising up to let him guide himself to her entrance. She wasted no time, impaling herself on him slowly, her eyes closing and head thrown back as she took him in fully, her thighs trembling beneath Dean’s hands.

“Feels so good, baby...”

She didn’t move, the sensation of him pressing into the deepest part of her making it hard to breathe, so delicious that she wanted it to last forever. Her hands fell on top of his, clutching, her eyes finally opening to meet his heated gaze. “Dean…” she whined softly, and he shuddered as she clenched around him.

“Whatever you need, sweetheart, just tell me,” he said softly, his hands gently kneading at her thighs.

“Hold me.” He raised up slowly, gathering her close against his chest, fingers trailing over her back as he dropped hungry little kisses on her lips. After a few moments, he laid back, pulling her with him, his lips ravenous on hers as she began to move her hips. She was completely lost in him, the wanton sounds muffled by their kisses making him crazy, and he clutched her tightly to his chest, wanting to feel every inch of her against him.

It was delicious torture, the slow grinding of their bodies together, and Jordan pushed herself up with a soft cry as she neared her orgasm, her nails digging into Dean’s shoulders. He slipped his hands beneath her, squeezing at her breasts before giving her nipples a gentle twist, clenching his teeth as she came, grinding down hard on top of him and quivering around his aching cock.

She dropped down, her heart pounding against his chest, and he stroked his hands over her back, soothing her with gentle whispers and kisses to her forehead. She finally tipped her head back to look into his face, an endorphin-drunk smile on her lips. “Are you good?”

“So good,” she answered with a sigh.

“No headache?”

“Dean, I’m okay. Stop worrying.”

He grinned. “Okay, but I’m taking over from here.” She raised her eyebrows at him, then let out a surprised little cry and pouted when he pulled her off of him, and he laughed as he flipped her to her back on the bed beside him. Before she could say anything, he was snugged up between her thighs and slipping back inside her, his lips silencing her pretended protests. “So, you got a problem with that?” he teased, his lips brushing over hers, and she smiled, arching up a little beneath him.

“No problems here. None.”

He tilted his hips a little, making Jordan’s eyes flutter closed for a moment, and bent to take a nipple into his mouth. She sighed, head thrown back, blissfully enjoying the waves of pleasure washing through her. Dean began to move, slowly at first, shifting his attention to her other breast with a moan as she shifted her hips to meet him. As he began to thrust faster and harder, he raised his head to look down at her, watching her expressions as he drove them higher. She opened her eyes, staring up at him with such heat in her gaze that he let out a growl, capturing her lips in a ravenous kiss, swallowing her cry as she began to come undone. “Let go, sweetheart, I’m right there with you,” he managed to say, burying his head in the slope of her shoulder as he came, everything inside him white hot and throbbing in time with his pounding heart. Jordan was still letting out soft little whimpers when he regained his senses, finally going quiet after a long shudder.

They laid quiet in each others’ arms for a time, neither of them wanting to move. Dean finally shifted himself over, laying on his side next to her, and she turned towards him, a contented little smile on her face, her eyes shining as she looked at him. He let his fingers trail over her cheek, ducking his head a little with a shy smile. “What?” she asked softly, taking hold of his hand. He shook his head with a small shrug of his shoulders, his eyes still averted.

“I don’t know. Just – the way you look at me. Makes me feel like I should, I don’t know, do something amazing for you.”

She laughed softly. “You mean like asking me to run away to South Dakota with you?”

His crooked smile grew, and he looked back into her eyes again. “No, I mean something really big. Rope the moon, slay a dragon, you know – big.”

“You wanna be my hero?”

He huffed out a laugh, blushing a bit. “Yeah. Maybe I do.”

She raised her hand to his face with a soft smile. “Well, you already are.”

“C’mere, you,” he whispered, pulling her close, kissing her with all the emotion he couldn’t express in words. After several minutes, he moved away slightly, a finger beneath Jordan’s chin to tip her head back so he could look into her eyes. “So – what do you say, should we call Earl?”

She grinned, nodding. “Yeah. Let’s call Earl.”

Jordan parked in front of the shop and smiled up at the newly edited sign. Where it used to say Earl’s, now it read ‘Dean’s Body and Repair.” It had been three months since they had moved to South Dakota, bought a nice little three-bedroom ranch with a fenced-in yard and settled in. Dean’s business had taken right off, Earl’s loyal customers staying with him thanks to Earl’s glowing endorsement, and seeing him relaxed, happy and enjoying his work made her heart smile.

It was Friday night, closing time, and Jordan glanced around, making sure no one was around to stop her for a chat when she got out of the car. The coast was clear, so she headed into the shop, turning to lock the door behind her with a smile.

Her heels clacked against the concrete floor as she made her way back into the depths of the shop, her short skirt swinging with each step. Dean was just reaching for a shop towel after washing his hands, his coveralls down around his waist, and she felt that little clutch in her belly that she always got at the sight of his shoulders, bared in the tank top he was wearing. His eyebrows raised with surprise as she approached him, his eyes roaming over her. “Hi.”

“Are you the mechanic I’ve been hearing about?”

Dean’s lips twitched as he smothered his grin. “I’m the mechanic here, yeah.”

“I was told that you’re the best body man around.”

He tilted his head back, his eyes narrowing a little. “You were told?”

She shrugged. “I hear things. I came to see for myself.”

“Okay. So – what kind of work do you need done?”

She walked slowly over towards the Impala, which was sitting in the nearest stall where it was parked after an oil change. Dean watched the sway of her skirt, swallowing hard as she twirled to lean her back against the gleaming fender. “I was hoping that you could just check things over for me, see if I need anything – touched up.” She put her arms out to her sides, hands on the car, trying not to smile as Dean’s eyes were pulled to her cleavage. “Also, I think I might have a problem with my – intake manifold? Is that what you call it? I was told that you have the perfect tool for that kind of work.”

Dean cleared his throat a little. “So, what kind of car do you drive?”

Jordan smiled. “Oh, I’m not talking about my car.”

A smirk was beginning to curve his lips as he walked towards her, stopping in front of her to look up and down her body, slow and deliberate. “Well, from what I can see, your chassis is in perfect condition. But I’d have to get hands-on to be sure.”

“That’s the idea.” Her voice sounded breathless, catching just a bit as his hand touched her thigh, slipping beneath the hem of her skirt.

“You’re a bad girl, aren’t you? That short little skirt, and no panties?”

His fingers were trailing over her hip, squeezing at her ass and then sneaking around to explore between her thighs as she struggled to speak. “I wanted to make you happy.”

She bit at her lip as he stroked his fingers over her, teasing at her clit. “Oh, I’m more than happy,” he said, his voice gravelly with lust. He brought his fingers up to his lips, sucking her flavor from them before reaching for the buttons of her low-cut blouse. “Fuck,” he growled as he opened it to see the red satin and lace bra beneath, and she moved her arms to let her top fall to the floor. “You locked the door, right?”

She nodded, unable to form words at the moment, the heat of his gaze and his touch rendering her speechless. She braced her hands against the Impala again as his fingers traced the edge of her bra, caressing the rounded flesh above the fabric, then tugging the cups down and bending to drag his tongue over a nipple. She let out a soft whine, and then his large hands grasped her by the waist and set her up on the fender before he reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, tossing it out of the way and attacking her breasts in earnest.

Finally he laid her back on the car, staring down at her, his hands roaming over her body as she squirmed, every nerve electrified at his touch. “So fucking beautiful,” he growled, moving to flip her skirt up and pull her legs over his shoulders, bending to bury his face in her pussy with a moan. Already on fire, within moments she was thrashing underneath him, her heels flying from her feet as she shouted his name, coming hard as he drove her over the edge.

Once Jordan had calmed, Dean stood and dragged his forearm over his face, then reached for her waist, lifting her from the car and setting her to her feet. Legs wobbling, she leaned against the fender, watching as Dean, his eyes never leaving her, shoved his coveralls down and unfastened his jeans. He pulled her close again, walking her to the back of the Impala before shoving all his clothing down to his knees and spinning her to face the car. He wrapped one arm around her chest, his fingers kneading at her breast as his other hand covered her sex, holding her tight as he nipped at her neck. “You know what happens when you strut in here in your high heels and short little skirt with no underwear, naughty girl?” he rumbled in her ear, and she shook her head, trembling in his hold. “You get bent over my car and fucked.” At his last word, he plunged two fingers inside her, startling a cry from her lips, his arm around her the only reason she was still on her feet. After a few well-aimed strokes, he pulled his hand free from between her thighs and pushed her forward over the trunk, growling, “Hands on the car, and don’t move.”

After he had arranged her to his liking, moving her legs farther apart and pulling her hips towards him, he lined himself up, one hand on her back to keep her in place as he slowly penetrated her, pressing forward until he was balls-deep and she was whimpering beneath him. “You okay, baby?” he asked softly, waiting for her to nod before he moved, a tiny shift of his hips that made her moan. “If you liked that, just wait.” He pulled back, the slick drag against his sensitive cock making him hiss in a breath, teeth clenched. He pushed forward again with a soft growl, fighting for control for a moment before beginning a quickly increasing rhythm, his hands gripping Jordan’s hips to hold her in place. Each thrust forced a cry from her lips, incoherent begging and long, low moans of his name, spurring him on.

He felt his balls draw up tight, forcing a “Fuck!” from him as he began to flood her with his release, driving into her hard and fast. A moment later, she arched up with a broken shout of his name, her cunt seizing around him and making him swear again, shaking uncontrollably until she dropped to the shining surface of the Impala’s trunk, her breath coming in harsh sobs.

He let go of her, supporting himself with his hand against the car for a moment, waiting for his head to stop spinning. Jordan laid there beneath him, still panting, boneless and limp. Dean stood, pulling his pants up around his waist, and lifted her from the car and into his arms. He walked to his desk chair and sat with her in his lap, cradling her close against him. “Hey, sweetheart,” he whispered, his hand smoothing over her back, dropping a kiss to the top of her head.

Jordan tilted her head back to look at him, a serene little smile on her face. “Hey.”

Dean chuckled softly. “You good?”

She sighed, snuggling back against his chest. “I’m amazing.”

“Fucking right, you are. What the hell got into you today, anyway?” He smiled down at her, hands still stroking over her silky skin. “Not that I’m complaining...”

She shrugged a little, a shy smile curving her lips. “Ever since the first day I met you, I had this fantasy of being manhandled and fucked by a really hot mechanic.”

He blushed a little, bending to kiss her, lingering over her lips for a few moments. “So, did you walk down here like that?”

Jordan giggled. “Ummmm… no. I know it’s only three blocks, but I could just see a little breeze kicking up and me walking bare-assed down the street. And besides, I was afraid Mrs. Murphy would want to stop me and talk about her cat.” Dean laughed, and she continued. “So no, my car is outside.”

“Well, good – I think maybe we’ll drive home together, I think I need to clean the Impala before I take her out. Somebody made kind of a mess on the trunk.”

“Not my fault.”

“Totally your fault.” He kissed her firmly as if to seal his winning of the argument. “So, how about we go home and shower, then hit Molly’s?”

“That is the second best offer I’ve had all day.” She reached her hand to his face, her eyes soft and searching. “You know, I was thinking. Everything that’s happened to us – if I hadn’t been running away from Darrel, and you hadn’t been trying to escape the shit in Kansas City – we never would have met each other. I think it was meant to be.”

“Oh, baby, definitely,” he said as she stretched up to kiss him again. “So – maybe we should try to find your clothes.”

“I have no idea where my shoes are. I think I kicked them off when you were eating me out like a wild man.”

Dean’s laugh echoed through the garage. “You can go home barefoot, I’ll find ‘em later. I don’t know about you, but I’m dying for a bacon cheeseburger.”

“Oh, God, yes. And a beer.”

He wrapped his arms around her for one more squeeze. “Yep. Definitely meant to be.”

#meant to be #chapter 9 #dean fic #dean smut #dean x oc #dean x jordan

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Part One: Abstinence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder. (Rock And A Hard Place S09E08)

Episode Summary: Sheriff Jody Mills enlists the help of Y/N and the Winchesters to help investigate multiple kidnappings that belonged to the same chastity group. The three decide to infiltrate the group for themselves. But things go wrong when Y/N and Dean disappear. Sam and Jody must rescue them before it’s too late. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 5,223.

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NOTE: Yes, this is a repost. I edited a few things around because I didn’t like it when I read it over. Took me a few days to actually get around to doing such thing. Sorry about that, but please enjoy!

Dean wasn’t sure if he should be concerned at the state he found you in when he walked into the kitchen this morning, or take a picture to tease you about this later. It seemed you were in the process of eating breakfast before you somehow fell asleep at the table, your head cradled in your arms as you quietly snored, notifying Dean that you were in a deep sleep. You hadn’t taken a hunt in the past couple of days since coming back from New York, giving you and the boys a chance to catch up on some sleep between looking for jobs and trying to figure out how to fix the mess Metatron made. While you helped when you could, your sleep hadn’t been disturbed all that much. Dean thought this might have been the first time since you started hunting you’ve gotten a healthy amount of sleep.

He could tell because you slept like the dead last night. Dean had to lovingly, but quite forcefully, push you off his chest so he could get a jump start on the day. Normally it was you who slipped out of bed first and Dean eventually got himself up. Instead you rolled over to your side of the bed and slept for another twenty minutes before you got up. You seemed your usual self when you woke up this morning, eyes half-shut and grumpy, signaling to him you forced yourself up against your own will. On mornings like this Dean learned to wait until your first cup of caffeine to speak a word to you. It seemed you had just done that from how the pot was still hot and plenty full for everyone else. But for some reason, you were still exhausted and in need of a little cat nap.

“Sweetheart?” Dean quietly spoke out to you, making sure to keep his voice at a soft enough level so he didn’t disturb you from your slumber. Normally you were a light sleeper on a good day. He made his way over to the table and leaned over to see your peacefully sleeping face. You were out cold. His lips twitched into a small smile at how adorable you looked. Dean knew he was going to get it from what he did next, but to hell with the consequences. He never got the chance to prank you like he did with Sam.

Dean made his way over to the table with a bowl in hand and a little too roughly dropped it down, causing you to wake up abruptly and with a rush of panic. The man snickered to himself behind his coffee cup as he watched you frantically look around the kitchen wondering where the noise came from. When you realized who was to blame for your rude awakening, there was a few second delayed reaction before you rolled your eyes.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” Dean greeted you, smiling from the way you tried to fix your disheveled hair and smooth down your wrinkled top. “Did I disturb you?’

“What? No.” You mumbled. You rubbed your eyes like a tired child and forced yourself to keep a yawn from escaping your mouth. Sam happened to come into the kitchen right as you dropped your arms into your lap. The younger Winchester gave you a slightly confused reaction at your groggy demeanour. Your face scrunched up in annoyance from his lingering stare. “What are you looking at, Sasquatch?”

“Did you get any sleep last night?” Sam asked you out of concern, wondering if a bad nightmare kept you up most of the hours. None of you were strangers to restless nights due to a wandering mind that went to dark places you traveled to. Your entire life was a living nightmare, your past troubles liked to come and haunt you when you tried to sleep. But it seemed that wasn’t the case for you.

“On the contrary, she slept like a drunk baby. I had to pry her off me this morning.” Dean answered his brother’s question for you on his behalf. “And I caught her napping on the table.”

“Before either one of you waste your breath, I’m fine. It’s just…I’m fine.” You reassured the younger Winchester before he could bombard you with his typical worried expression and a follow up question. Despite your lack of a proper answer to explain your exhaustion, you didn’t want them to worry. They liked to over exaggerate things when it came to you. It's always been that way. Lately you didn’t want them looming over your shoulder, asking you every few minutes if you were feeling okay. Before either one of the brothers could drag out this conservation farther, you quickly changed the subject. “How’s Kevin? Has he found anything yet?”

“Jack. He’s on about four days of no sleep.” Dean said. He grabbed the box of cereal and poured himself a bowl while Sam joined the both of you at the table after fixing himself a cup of coffee. “He looks worse than you.”

“Dean, please. You know Sammy doesn’t like it when you flirt with me out in the open like this.” You replied with a sarcastic remark with a little hope the boys might think you were in decent shape after all if you were able to keep up with the petty banter. Despite how you looked. Somehow you thought you might feel worse. “What about Crowley? Do you think he might be lying about the whole ‘Metatron spell being irreversible’ thing?”

“Crowley lie?” Dean pretended to sound shock at such a possibility, causing Sam to scoff between sips of his coffee. While the situation was grim, there was a small silver lining that you might be able to use to your advantage over the demon. “I do know one thing. Next time that junkie’s jonesing for a hit of blood, we got leverage.” You were about to agree with the plan, knowing it was better than anything you had, but the words failed to come out of your mouth. Instead a rather loud yawn escaped first. “Seriously, you want a pillow?”

You rolled your eyes from your boyfriend’s concern hidden behind his behavior. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look so good, Y/N.” Sam shared his concern along with his brother’s. He’d been silent for most of the conversation since settling beside you. It didn’t take much observations to see you weren’t looking that great as of lately. He was starting to grow uneasy with the possibility that there might be something wrong with you. Something deeper than you realized. “Do you feel like you’re getting sick?”

“I’m not sick. I just—I feel like my battery can’t recharge.” You admitted to them, trying to explain how you felt to the best of your ability to them. “I don’t know. It’s probably just stress or something.”

You reached for your bowl of soggy cereal when the room fell into a moment of silence. The brothers glanced over at one another from hearing how you felt. A string of unspoken words were said between them as they processed what you explained about your current situation. You were being held together from the inside out with duct tape and angel grace. Things weren’t moving quick or as efficient as they wanted. Despite wanting to talk about it, Ezekiel remained silent on a possible reassuring update, choosing to stay silent.

You scooped up a spoonful of flakes and stretched out your head to take a bite, only stopping at the sound of a cell phone going off. Dean reached a hand inside his pocket to pull out his phone after realizing it was his own and answered the call. The person on the other line was a familiar one to the boys, you however gave the older Winchester a slightly confused expression at hearing the name he greeted.

”Who’s Sheriff Mills?” You whispered to Sam, wondering why the name sounded a bit familiar, just not enough for you to put a face to a name.

“Jody Mills? The sheriff up in Sioux Falls? We worked on a case with her years back with all the dead people rising in town?” Sam tried refreshing your memory. You thought about it for a second before shaking your head, coming up blank. He tried to resist the urge to pass his brother a look of disbelief as he continued on to try and jog your memory. “She went on a blind date with Crowley and nearly died.”

“Oh.

Jody.” You finally figured out who was on the other line, your fingers snapping at your eureka moment before the call could be put on speaker for all of you to talk to the woman to see what she was calling about.

“Uh…I got a bit of an oddball to pitch your direction.” Jody said. You leaned forward to listen to the call better as you placed your elbow on the table to cradle your head. For a second you swore you heard a faint sound of something crashing in the distance. “A small town I cover outside of Sioux Falls—only crime to speak of being the occasional cow tipping. Then last week, four people go missing.”

“All right, so, what makes you think this is our kind of weird?” Dean asked the woman.

“I’ve got a witness who says he saw someone lift an S.U.V. to nab a girl last night.” She told you the key detail that made her think of the boys and call them for some extra help.

“Huh.” You glanced over at the boys with a rather intrigued expression as the possibility of another case for you to dig a little bit deeper into to see if it might be a hunt. “I don’t know about you, but I’d say that’s definitely our kind of weird.”

+ + +

You and the boys packed up your things and made the drive up to South Dakota to visit the sheriff. You figured it wouldn't hurt to keep yourselves busy while Kevin worked himself to the bone with the tablet. All of you decided to meet at the latest crime scene and go from there while you caught up on details. You were happy to be out of the bunker and moving around. You hoped going back on another hunt might give you a second wind. There was nothing better than a couple of missing people to get the adrenaline pumping. You just wished you knew what was making you so damn tired. You bit back another yawn when the Impala pulled into the parking lot of some diner.

You were the last one to get out when Dean parked the car next to the sheriff’s truck, still moving a bit slower than you intended. The boys greeted Jody with wide smiles and tight hugs after seeing her again. You slammed the backseat door shut and smoothed out your outfit before approaching the woman, giving her a friendly smile. However it seemed she wasn’t expecting to see you. Your smile faltered slightly at the confused and startled expression that crossed her face. It seemed the boys failed to mention about your resurrection from the dead when they called to see how she was after everything that went down earlier this year with her blind date with the King of Hell.

“What’s wrong, Jody? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Dean joked with the woman, finding her reaction at seeing someone who thought was dead was rather funny. She turned her head to look over at the man, demanding an explanation. “Yeah. We felt the same way when I saw her again. It’s a long, messy story.”

“I’m

a ghost. Or a zombie.” You reassured the woman before she could try and process how you were somehow alive. “It really is a messy story. Short version of it all: not really dead, just lost my memory and thought I was someone else for two years.”

“It never is easy with you boys, huh?” Jody felt the need to ask. You could hear the humor in her voice at the trouble that seemed to follow them. “Anyway, it’s nice to see you again, Y/N. Glad you’re not dead.”

“Me too.” You agreed with the woman, smiling at how her personality peeked through her words. From what you remembered about the woman all those years ago when Bobby was still alive, you liked her. And the things the boys mentioned about her during the drive here made you think she was going to be a good friend to have on your side. “Luckily, I’m back and ready to hunt down whatever is kidnapping these people.”

“That’s the spirit. So, car was right over there, ass over teakettle.” Jody gestured over to the other side of the parking lot where the abduction took place, all that remained was the broken glass from the car that was currently being swept up by a maintenance worker. “Now, normally, if somebody would tell me that one guy lifted an S.U.V, I’d tell him to take a flying leap, but after what I’ve seen and now heard…”

“Nothing’s impossible.” You said. You opened up the case file to one of the missing people and skimmed through the information, wondering if there might be something important here to make note of while the boys went through the others. "How does this match up with other missing people?”

“Well, four abductions, strong evidence left at every scene—literally.” Jody said.

“So, the first vic was a pastor?” Sam asked, wondering if there was another more solid connection to the rest of the victims.

“Yeah. Door of his study was punched in. And the next two—an engaged couple.” Jody explained the case in better detail. You looked down at the case file Dean laid open on the trunk of the Impala and the black and white photograph attached. All of the victims appeared to be the small town folk who were innocent at first glance. Someone went out of their way to snatch them up.

“Locked bedroom window was ripped open.” Dean noted the similarly strange and destructive pattern between each kidnapping.

‘And then we have our waitress here with the topsy-turvy ride.” Jody added.

“Any other connection among them?” Sam wondered.

“Yeah. They were all members of Good Faith church here.” Jody said. You narrowed your eyes slightly while you thought of the possibility of what might be might be to blame for this if there was a religious connection to all of this. You and the boys dealt with something like this a little similar earlier in the year. “My church group back in Sioux Falls was in a tizzy over it.”

Dean hummed his response at hearing the sheriff and her new found spiritual faith. You tossed him a dirty look at his reaction to the woman’s faith to God. She had every right to believe in whatever she wanted, even if you didn’t feel the same way. Jody seemed to have picked up on the same feelings you had when she asked him what that was all about. “I didn’t peg you for churchy.”

“Yeah. You know…choking on the ladies’ room floor ‘cause of witchcraft kind of makes a higher power seem relevant.” Jody gave the man a truthful response to her sudden urge to join a church. You offered a weak smile when you saw her eyes direct over to you. “And seeing someone you were told was dead doesn’t help, either.”

“Jody, are you sure you’re ready to jump back into the fray?” Dean asked the woman in a concerned tone of voice, knowing all the things she witnessed last year and the passing of Bobby didn’t help the woman. But it seemed he underestimated her.

“This wackadoo stuff keeps coming. More I know, better armed I’ll be.” Jody gave an honest response to the man’s question. She was a sheriff, after all. If she wanted to protect her town from creatures that went bump in the night, she was going to have some practice in order to do that. You had a feeling from what Jody witnessed over the years, it was going to take a lot to scare the woman to the core.

“Okay, so, we have missing church folk and super strength.” Sam summarized what all of you knew at the moment so far about the case. He decided to take a shot in the dark, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to throw his theory out there. “Maybe angels harvesting vessels? Could be a Buddy Boyle type thing.”

“Wh—angels?” Jody repeated the creature the younger Winchester spoke out in the open like it was nothing. She looked at all of you with disbelief at how casual you were being. “You’re joking.”

“Don’t get your pants on fire.” Dean said, stopping the woman from becoming thrilled at hearing about creatures she thought only existed in the bible. “They suck.”

“You said there was a witness.” Sam said, circling back to what Jody mentioned earlier.

“Yeah, well…” Jody shrugged at the person who was waiting for you to talk to them. She didn’t seem too set on the idea they were going to be any help to you. “More or less.”

You and the boys decided to get a booth inside the restaurant while Jody rounded up the witness so you could speak to them. You sipped the coffee you ordered out of politeness and patiently waited. A few minutes later Jody arrived with your witness, a homeless man who most likely camped out near the place from the looks of him. You offered a friendly smile when the man's eyes scanned across the table to see what this was all about. Jody pulled up a chair while she ushered the man to take the seat in the booth next to you when you slid over to be close to the window. He set his coffee cup down to the table, seeming comfortable enough to give his side of the story.

“Okay, Slim.” Jody said. “My friends here want to talk to you about the missing girl.”

“Honor. Her name was Honor.” The man started off by giving the missing girl’s name, indicating that he knew her on some personal level. And it seemed he remembered her from the kind behavior given to someone like him. “Nice girl. Always left me meatloafs.”

“Slim, why don’t you tell us what you saw that night?’ Sam asked the man, hoping to get to the reason why he was here in the first place.

“I heard a big noise, got woke, and there’s somebody over there lifting a car up—like this.” Slim demonstrated what he witnessed last night, lifting up his arms the way he saw the stranger did to the car, as if the several ton machine weighed nothing.

“And did you happen to see who it was?” You asked him another question.

“I was too far. But I saw a light go off.” Slim made sure to add a small detail he thought was important enough to mention. Sam guessed it was a white light, “Blue. Blue like fire. But not. Then she was—she wasn’t there.”

“Could you think of anything else?” Dean hoped for a little bit more from the man, but Slim shook his head before he looked down to his cup of coffee. He was helpful enough for you and the boys at figuring out what you might be tracking. Dean pulled out a small wad of cash from his pocket and handed over a twenty dollar bill to Slim, hoping to give him a hot meal for his help. “Well Slim, thank you for your time.”

Slim happily pocketed the money and went on his way with the cup of coffee he came over with. You let out a quiet sigh from trying to figure out the proper direction you should be going to figure all of this out. While you didn’t have much at the moment, Slim’s description of the kidnapping might have been something for you and the boys to go off on.

“Okay. So, no white light. No angel.” Sam said, feeling confident enough to cross the creature off the list at the endless other monsters to blame.

“Has anybody talked to the victims’ families?’ Dean asked the sheriff.

“It’s next on my list.” Jody answered.

“Okay, and you said that they were all part of the same church?” Dean’s question was replied with a nod of the head from Jody. This connection, strong or weak as it might be, was the only one you had going for you as a possible hunting ground of where this monster was picking their victims. It was better than anything. Your lips stretched into a frown when Dean looked over at you. “Ready to get your worship on?”

+ + +

You and the boys decided to change out your clothes meant for posing as federal agents in favor of something more casual. The church all four of your victims seemed the usual run of the mill place of worship. You pretended to play along as the new people in town interested in joining to get a better understanding of how things worked. The woman who helped give you a tour of the place was a little too friendly and squeaky clean for your liking. She smiled in delight when you and Dean introduced yourselves as a happy couple "engaged to be engaged" with his little brother tagging along.

You roamed around the church hand in hand with Dean while Bonnie, your overly peppy tour guide, told you all the things Good Faith church offered to its members and the public. Usual things like Sunday school and charities for the homeless. You decided to have a little fun and play into the whole loving couple when Bonnie mentioned the church was perfect for weddings as well. You smiled at her when she occasionally turned to see you and Dean whispering to each other, acting like a couple of crazy kids in love with a religious ceremony in mind. It wasn't that far off from the truth. You did love Dean, and while you wanted to marry him someday, a church would be the last place you'd choose to do it.

After the tour was complete, the four of you made your way to Bonnie's office where she took a seat at her desk before gesturing for the rest of you to follow with the few chairs she had available. Sam missed out when his brother swiftly snatched the chair next to yours, causing Dean to smirk in victory while the younger man awkwardly looked around to find another seat and pulled it up next to the desk.

"We hope you enjoyed the tour." Bonnie said, the smile she greeted you with felt as if it never left her face. It was starting to make your cheeks hurt at the welcoming disposition she carried on. "Any questions before we get you all registered?"

"Yeah. Uh, look," You pretended to be apprehensive from the subject you were about to approach after she had been so kind to you. "Ms. Futchko—"

"Oh, please, dear." Bonnie quietly laughed at the formalities and corrected to you something more casual, wanting to treat this situation like you were among friends. "Bonnie will do just fine."

"We love the church. We do." You cushioned the strange questions you were about to ask her, deciding to pretend and act as if you were a concerned citizen wondering what you might be getting yourself into. "But...well, we've heard that a few members have gone missing. And while my boyfriend likes to think he's Superman," You flashed a quick smile as you reached out to squeeze Dean's hand before letting it rest there to continue milking the little performance on sharing your fake concerns. "We’ve been talking in private about it. And to be honest…that kind of scares us.”

"Let me assure you, with our increased security, Good Faith has never been safer." Bonnie told you, placing a hand to her chest to try and give all of you a better peace of mind. It seemed she was worried about her fellow churchgoer, just in the way a little too religious person thought was the best form of action. Leaving it up all to the chance God would intervene and save the day. "And those people who have gone missing, well, they are front and center in our prayers."

"What a relief." Dean let out a breath at the reassuring sounding news, making Bonnie's smile return after it disappeared shortly from the change in conversation. "Now, you must have been close to them."

"Well, we do share the A.P.U. bond." Bonnie. Dean pretended to be intrigued at hearing such a thing when he asked more about it. "Our chastity group. ‘Abstinence Purifies Us.’”

You pretended to turn your head to another direction when you scratched your nose, the easiest way to sneak an eye roll of frustration at hearing the new connection to the victims. Out of anything, you should’ve seen the virginity angle coming from where you were.

"Wow." Sam laughed and smiled, faking interest about such a group. "You mind if we sit in on that, maybe see if it's for us?"

“I’m afraid it’s members only. I'm sorry, but it can get pretty personal." Bonnie apologized for the inconvenience after offering so many things for you to join, but it seemed this one was off limits for obvious reasons. You, never being the one to miss an opportunity, jumped to it before either one of the boys could back out.

“Then count us in.” You said, lightly smacking your thigh as you grinned.

"Well, I'll be a squirrel in a skirt." Bonnie softly laughed in delight at hearing your eager enthusiasm to join a group, intidicating to her that the three of you were good Christians. You mirrored her behavior as you smiled over at Dean when he squeezed your hand a little too roughly, wondering what the hell you got yourselves into. "I'll be back in a jiff with the papers."

Bonnie wasted no time jumping up from her seat and heading to another room across the way, allowing you to watch what she was doing. She opened up a filing cabinet and shuffled around some papers to find what she was looking for. Your attention fell back to Dean when you felt him softly smack your arm.

“A chastity group?” Dean asked you, wondering if this was really how you wanted to spend your afternoon. And why you needed to drag him into your plan. You knew he would love to do anything else than listen to a bunch of horny virgins go on about temptations and sins brought on by the world.

"It's not a bad idea." Sam seemed to have agreed with your plan of action, figuring out the same possible pattern you had. If you knew who was in the group, you might have a better chance at saving others from going missing. "If all the members were in A.P.U., then maybe whatever took them is stalking virgins."

"And that Slim guy said he thought he saw fire." Dean added another little detail that went together with the virginity part. Something you've dealt with before. "So, what are you guys thinking, dragons?"

You never got the chance to finish the conversation when you saw Bonnie return back with the forms in hand. You cleared your throat and went back to acting casual as if that’s what you had been doing the entire time she was gone during the short period of time. You forced yourself to smile again when she handed you over a clipboard with a piece of paper attached.

"You can just sign here, and your purification can begin." Bonnie instructed you, letting you glance down at the piece of paper. You read the title of the paper and slowly your expression fell as to what you were about to promise. Something you lost several years ago. You bit your bottom lip when Sam mentioned the pledge, only to be taken by someone who had never had intercourse before. "It's a commitment to your virginity."

"I don't think we can really un-ring that bell." Dean thought he was funny with the innocent sounding joke, deciding to humor himself. Bonnie, however, stared at the man with a blank expression. It hadn't dawned on her just yet why you couldn't sign right away. "You know what I mean?"

A moment of silence fell across the room as Dean's smile faded away when Bonnie continued to stare at the man with eyes too wide for his personal comfort. Slowly, the wheels in her head started turning, making her realize the sins you've committed. "Oh. I see." Bonnie's gaze quickly darted away from you and Dean specifically, as if she was trying to hide her disappointment. However, like the good Chrisitan that she was, the woman offered you a chance at redemption. "Well...if you just ask for God's forgiveness for your sins and make a new vow of chastity, well, then you'll be born again as a virgin in His eyes."

"So, you just hit the 'virginity do-over' button, and all is good with the man upstairs?" Dean's question meant to come off as sincere and curious, but he had a way of coming off a little igorent at times. Sometimes he didn't understand the kind of people he was dealing with and how to adapt.

"It's not a button." Bonnie corrected the man. Her tone of voice fell into a softer, and yet slightly colder one as she defended her personal views in a way to make him better understand. "And...this isn't just a piece of paper. I mean, this is your clean slate, your chance to be a virgin until marriage. Isn't that something you want? To be pure for each other until your wedding night, the way God intended?”

You raised your brow slightly from the way Bonnie tried to guilt trip you for doing something thought of as a sin. Premarital sex was the least horrible thing someone could do. However, just to get yourself into this damn group, you decided to pretend and feel remorseful for a second. You looked over to Dean, the both of you nodding your head and shared matching smiles. "Well, you had me at 'clean slate.' Right, sweetheart?" Dean asked you, clicking his pen to be the first one to sign. "Let's do this."

You and the boys signed your names on the pledge and handed over the clipboards back to Bonnie's awaiting hands. She glanced down at the names you scribbled down and smiled in delight. "Congratulations Sam and Dean Winchester, and Y/N Y/L/N. You are all virgins."

You found yourself letting out a quiet laugh at hearing something you hadn't heard in a while. Sam faked his enthusiasm while Dean took it a smidge too far, grinning a little too wide and seeming excited at the news. At least making a show out of it for Bonnie. You knew one thing for certain: this was going to be one interesting afternoon.

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writtenmemxries · 4 years ago

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You lit a fire in my heart

AU in which Dean is a firefighter, Castiel is a babysitter that panics a bit too much, and Jack has no idea that he shouldn’t follow his cat up on a tree.

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Of all the things Castiel could have done that Friday afternoon - go to the pub with his peers, go to the library, go grocery shopping - he was happy to babysit Jack, his best friend’s seven-year-old son.

Ever since Kelly got pregnant after a one-night stand, he had never left her side. They had met in high school, and thanks to their similar characters they quickly got along. They even went to college together. But then, when they were only twenty, Jack was born, and Kelly, going from carefree girl to single mother, was forced to drop out.

She felt the weight of her peers’ gazes on her, always ready to judge her, to point their finger at her, to whisper petty words.

“She forgot the condom, can you be more stupid than that?”

“They say the baby’s daddy left her alone, it was just a booty call!”

“Poor Kelly, she’s twenty and her life is already ruined.”

Those whispers haunted her incessantly, and Kelly couldn’t help but blame herself. But Castiel was always there, with her. He had never turned his back on her, he had never insulted or denigrated her, he had never looked at her with those eyes full of pity and compassion that she hated so much.

He simply helped her. He bought diapers. He kept an eye on the baby when she had to go to work in the small supermarket not far from home. He played with the kid, read him books, watched cartoons with him. He helped her raise Jack.

Still best friends after all those years.

Jack, growing up, often wondered where his real father was, why he wasn’t with his mom, why he didn’t love him enough to stay with him. But whenever his blue eyes met Castiel’s, all doubts suddenly disappeared. Castiel was enough for him. Or, as he called him, Cas.

So when Castiel had to look after the kid that afternoon, he didn’t mind. Or at least, not until Jack decided to play tag with his favourite toy: Gabe. The most annoying cat Castiel had had the misfortune to meet. His fur was red and his eyes greenish, as bright and magnetic as they were sly and mischievous.

“Jack! Be careful, for God’s sake!” Castiel shouted for perhaps the third time that day, but the boy ignored him completely, continuing to jump from one side of the living room to the other, trying to catch the big cat by the tail. His cackles were so loud that even the neighbor next door probably got a headache.

Sometimes Jack was a calm, quiet, polite child. Other times, however, he was a real scamp, impossible to get to sit and calm down.

“No wonder she asked me to keep an eye on him today. I’ve never seen him so freaking spry,” Castiel muttered to himself, adjusting the pot of plants that the cat had dropped with its long tail, hurrying to take a broom to clean the mess on the floor.

It was then that, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Gabe sneaking out of the open window, jumping onto a low branch of one of the big trees in the garden.

“Jack?” Castiel called in a hesitant voice.

There was no answer, and when he saw the front door close behind his ruffled blond hair, he felt his heart in his throat.

“Jack?!”

He ran out of the house, dropping the broom to the ground, scattering the dirt even more on the floor.

To both his immense horror and surprise, Jack was climbing up the tree, strangely nimble, trying to reach the cat, who was looking down at him with indifference. One foot after the other, an uncertain hand grabbing the low and strong branches, Jack managed to pull himself up with a force that one would never expect from such a small and minute child.

“Jack!” Castiel exclaimed, visibly agitated. “Get off the tree immediately!”

“I have to go get Gabe first,” the boy said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, as if he had done it a million times. And maybe he really had.

“Gabe is a cat, Jack. Cats know how to climb down trees by themselves.”

Jack giggled. “Gabe wants me to go get him. We’re playing tag!”

Castiel sighed in exasperation as the boy continued to climb.

Where the hell had he learned to do it, anyway?

“Jack, if you don’t get down here immediately, I will call your mother!” Castiel threatened him, but the boy didn’t seem to care.

“Who do you think taught me how to do it?” he said, shrugging.

Castiel rolled his eyes. Of course it had been Kelly. The same Kelly who had taught Jack to swim and ski has also taken him rock-climbing. Great.

He could almost hear her voice, sweet and calm, say something like, “Those are important skills, Cas!”

And in the meantime, Jack had managed to grab Gabe and was now hugging him, sitting on a branch far too high for Castiel’s liking, with his back against the solid trunk.

“See? I got him!” Jack beamed.

Castiel gave him a forced smile. “Okay Jack, well done. Now can you please get off there?”

Jack’s expression changed in a jiffy. He looked around, then looked down at Castiel, and finally seemed to notice how high he actually was.

Holding the poor cat even tighter, Jack shook his head hard in fear.

He was as frightened as Castiel was, and even though the young man kept repeating to himself no panic, no panic, he was definitely in panic.

All right Castiel, he thought to himself. Calm down. Don’t panic. Call the firefighters. He’ll be okay.

“Okay Jack,” he yelled to make sure the kid heard him loud and clear. “Don’t move from there, okay? I’ll go get help. We’ll take you down from there.”

And in the blink of an eye, he ran into the house, grabbed his cell phone and quickly dialed the number of the fire department.

If explaining on the phone what kind of emergency he was having was embarrassing, seeing a fire engine park in the driveway of Kelly’s house - still unaware of everything - was absolutely ridiculous.

A man, perhaps a couple of years younger than Castiel, got out of the truck and walked briskly towards him. The bulky fireman clothing made him look bigger than he was, but my God was he attractive.

Castiel found himself staring at him more than it was socially acceptable.

The young man looked at him with a smirk. “So, your son likes to climb trees, huh?”

Castiel blushed. “He’s not my son. I’m his- his babysitter.”

He laughed. “Are his parents paying you to train him to climb the Everest or what?”

“Do you get paid to be this funny or what?”

“Oh no, I’m a natural,” the man said, grinning. Castiel knew that that smile shouldn’t have made his heart miss a beat. But it had.

Castiel snorted and rolled his eyes, hiding the smirk that was growing on his lips.

“I’m Dean,” the firefighter said, holding out his hand.

Castiel stared into his eyes, so green and bright.

“Castiel,” he replied, shaking his hand.

Dean gave him another toothy smile, and Castiel couldn’t help but notice how white his teeth were. And so his gaze inevitably fell on his lips, so pink and full. Then it went up to his nose, thin and freckled, and finally it fixed itself again on those mesmerizing green eyes.

Dean cleared his throat, bringing Castiel back to reality. “I’d better get that kid back here, we don’t want him to get traumas from the experience,” he joked, rubbing the back of his neck.

Castiel nodded. “His name is Jack,” he said without even knowing why.

Dean hinted a smile, then went to his colleague, who lowered the ladder to the ground to bring him up to where the kid was. He was watching the scene from above, trembling and with tears in his eyes.

“It’s okay Jack. You can trust me,” Dean said quietly as he got closer.

“You’re a fireman,” Jack noted.

Dean smiled. “I am. And I’m here to help you and your friend Garfield over there.”

Jack furrowed his brows. “His name is Gabe.”

Dean laughed. “Alright, let’s take you and Gabe back to Castiel, okay?”

Jack nodded and let himself be picked up by Dean, who grabbed him gently but firmly with his strong and warm arms, and slowly went down the ladder.

Once they were finally on the ground, Gabe jumped out of Jack’s arms, while the child immediately fell into Castiel’s hug, who was relieved to see that, apart from a few scratches on his hands, he was fine.

“Stupid little monkey, what were you thinking?” Castiel muttered, burying his nose into the boy’s hair, taking in his scent.

“Don’t be too hard on him,” Dean said, watching the scene with a smile tugging at his lips.

Castiel released Jack from his tight grip and held his hand, perhaps to subconsciously prevent him from running away again.

“Thank you Dean, I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

Dean chuckled. “My pleasure.”

He stood there, shifting his weight from side to side.

Castiel watched him, a slight blush on his cheeks. Finally, he cleared his throat. “Well, I’ll leave you to your job, then. I’m sure you have lots of children to rescue.”

“Oh yeah, so many lives to save, kittens to rescue... busy days.” He took a deep breath, looking away. “It’s a shame that my evenings are all boring instead, y’know.”

Castiel’s eyes widened, and he thought he saw a hint of hope in Dean’s eyes, who now stood right in front of him. “Yeah... M-mine too,” he whispered.

“I guess you’re free tonight, then,” Dean said, fixing his eyes into Castiel’s blue ones.

He swallowed. “I am.”

Dean smiled. “Perfect,” he said, taking the pen Castiel kept in his shirt pocket - and if Castiel shuddered at that brief contact, he pretended not to notice - writing his phone number on the man’s hand. “I’ll see you tonight, then?”

The sudden sound of the truck’s horn made them both wince in surprise.

“Dean, you ready or what? They’re waiting for us at the fire station!” his grumpy colleague exclaimed from inside the fire engine.

Dean gestured vaguely with his hands, then shifted his attention back to Castiel, waiting for an answer.

“Sure, see you tonight,” he said softly.

Without furthed ado, Dean headed for the truck, waving shyly at the man before climbing into the passenger seat.

Taking one last look at Castiel, who was staring with confusion and disbelief at the numbers scribbled on the back of his hand, Dean turned to his colleague with a fond smile.

“Bobby, do you believe in love at first sight?”

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 4 years ago

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Scaredy Cat | Dean Winchester x reader

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11. “Are we about to make out in a graveyard?”

40. “It’s bad luck when a black cat crosses your path.” “But he’s just a tiny kitten.”

43. “Pfft. I do not scare too easily.... AHHHH.”

a/n: I heard Dean’s voice the entire time i wrote these prompts and I thoroughly enjoy how this one turned out. Thank you for requesting, anon and I hope you enjoy it!! xx

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You and Dean were on your way to a haunted graveyard and Dean was already over it before you even entered into the graveyard. He dealt with the real stuff everyday. This was nothing.

“I can’t believe you’re making me walk through this thing.” He huffed as you two entered.

Your hand gripped his, “It’s halloween, we have to walk through some kind of haunted house and this one had the best reviews!”

He rolled his eyes at all the effects with fog and strobe lights, “i deal with the real stuff everyday. This is nothing.”

“Dean. You literally are the biggest scaredy cat out of all of us. What are you talking about? You’re by far the easiest person to scare.” You laugh and grip onto his hand even tighter when you rounded the corner. Your instints told you something would be waiting around the corner.

“Pfft. I do not scare to easily..... AHHHH!!” He screams as someone jumps out at him. Your instincts had been right.

You laugh and double over, “Oh my god you should have seen your face!”

“shut up. I didn’t expect it.” He mutters pulling you along.

“That’s like the whole point, Dean!” You laugh some more. The walk through the graveyard only got funnier as you went along. Dean was scared by almost every single one. You would scream and hide your face in his arm.

At one point he had pushed you toward a zombie, “Take her! Take her! She’s sweet!”

You finally made it to the end and Dean leaned against the tree, his breathing rapid, “That wasn’t so scary.”

You let out a laugh, “You screamed like a little girl the whole way through!”

He grumbles something incoherently under his breath.

“What? What was that?” You tease, stepping closer.

“I said you’re going to be screaming later tonight when I get my hands on you.” He trades places with you at the tree, pinning you between him and the tree.

“Oh?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

“mmhmm. I’m going to get you back for making me go through that thing.” He mumbles against your lips, kissing you.

“Are we about to make out in a graveyard?”

“We are-” Dean jumps back with a scream as something rubs against his leg. “Something rubbed my leg!”

“Awww! it’s a kitten” You coo, seeing the little black kitten, “Dean, it’s so cute!!”

“It’s bad luck when a black cat crosses your path.” He narrows his eyes at the little kitten, which you’ve now picked up and held against your chest.

“But he’s just a tiny kitten.” You pout, petting it, “He’s just a purring!” You step closer to Dean, but he steps back from you.

“Don’t put that demon cat near me.”

BONUS:

Later that night, you walked into the living room to find Dean sitting in the floor, cat toys around him and the little black kitten trying to catch the string Dean had.

“Aren’t you just the cutest wittle thing ever?” He coos in a baby voice, picking up the kitten and holding him, “yes you are... you’re just the cutest little thing.”

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deanwithscissors · 3 years ago

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Three Months - Part 2

Title: Home Sweet Home

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 7043 (wow oops)

Warnings: Fluff, daddy ackles, swearing, angst, argument, mentions of weight loss, self harm and being used sexually, fingering, mentions of choking, rough sex, unprotected sex

Summary: A sixteen year old memory haunts [Y/N] and causes a disruption between the Ackles’

A/N: i deal with my issues by writing; hence this piece where jackles is calling me out because wow fuck i’m struggling with food rn. also i’ll be reblogging with tags later, still working on that shit lol part 1 *all mistakes are mine*

The Ackles’ took advantage of their first childless morning in months by indulging in morning sex that wasn’t interrupted by kids, shower sex without locking the door and sex against the fridge while making breakfast, which almost ended in the full evacuation of the entire condo block. Their fingers interlocked as they sat at the breakfast bar, scraps of egg was all that remained on the plate from their much needed breakfast.

“Do you remember when everyday started with sex?” Jensen asked.

“You mean when I liked mornings?” [Y/N] unintentionally snorted.

“Oh so that’s why you’re a moody bitch in the mornings now?” His tone was light and cheeky as a devilish grin painted his face.

“Wow and you’re still a dick!” She shot back. Both adults wore goofy smiles as their chuckles filled the apartment.

Fresh air tumbled in through the open balcony door, constant sounds of the city trailing in too, reminding her she wasn’t at home. On edge by the reminder she observed Jensen to ground herself. His hair was longer than it’d ever been and when he dipped his head small pieces would slip across his forehead, every time she’d put her hand through his hair and kiss him sweetly.

“You like the hair?” He asked brow softly cocked.

“It makes you look super soft.”

“You like that?”

“Mmmhmm, but I’m glad that bushy beard is gone. I did not enjoy making out with your facial hair, not to mention the oral wasn’t fun at all.”

“I still made you cum though,” he reminded her.

“Okay, it wasn’t not not fun,” she grinned timidly.

“We’ve got some time til the kids get here, I was thinking-”

“Jesus Jensen I honestly don’t think I can go again.”

“Is that all you think about Mrs Ackles?” He feigned disgust but only admiration showed in his eyes. “What I was thinking is, we could go meet some of the guys and gals,” his brows wiggled waiting for her answer.

“Oh no, I don’t think- we shouldn’t bother them on their day off,” [Y/N] replied as she hopped off the high barstool and headed for the bathroom.

“We won’t be bothering them at all,” he said following behind like a lost puppy.

“I dunno,” she shrugged.

“Oh c’mon they’re excited to meet you.”

“I know but- I just got here,” [Y/N] said halting in the hallway to glance at him.

“You’re right, I’m sorry, that’s too much. How about I just text one of them?” Jensen suggested.

“No, just leave it, I’ll meet them another time-”

“Karl’s always-”

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91 notes • Posted 2021-10-03 17:34:10 GMT

Daddy Ackles To The Rescue

Title: Home Sweet Home

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1358

Warnings: Fluff, daddy ackles, mentions of anxiety and panic attacks

Summary: [Y/N]s having a difficult time handling a morning in the Ackles household, but Jensen’s always there to help

A/N: just wrote this because feeling sensitive and needed some fluff and daddy ackles is my fave <3 ALSO by writing/posting this i’m gonna be so sharp for work, oops lol, another claim i need to put in against jensen😂

Mornings were always hectic in the Ackles household, two parents who hated mornings trying to feed and dress themselves, twin two year old rockets and a firecracker five year old, hectic didn’t even begin to cover it. With three young children the residence was rarely calm or quiet, and near impossible for the adults to have uninterrupted time together, let alone a short conversation, may that be ten at night or two in the morning.

A burning sensation ripped through [Y/N]s muscles flaring up newly discovered aches while her neck and shoulders took the full brunt of the brutal attack. The night had been rough and the parents sleep had been repeatedly disrupted as the twins had a restless night. Jelly legs barely supported [Y/N] as she stood at the kitchen counter surrounded by an array of food and kids as a vicious black cloud descended on her. A basic headache threatened to spill over into a migraine.

“But I don’t want that,” Jade stomped her feet on the tiled kitchen floor, her face twisted in an unhappy frown and arms folded across her chest.

“You’re not getting three packets of Cheetos for your lunch,” [Y/N] fought to keep her tone soft when inside she was cussing to the heavens. Today was just one of those days where everything was overwhelming, Jade who’s typically great, was being bratty and grating at her moms already frayed nerves.

“Mommy,” Finlay tugged at Jensens shirt that [Y/N] borrowed off the floor that morning, she was rushed back to memories of a few hours prior, in bed with Jensen, naked, his lips tickled her neck while his hand danced down her body, then the kids barged in. “Mommmmmy!” Finlay said louder yanking her away from the blissful moment and launching her back to reality.

God give me strength she prayed silently. “Baby shark gimmie a minute buddy, I’m making Jades lunch.”

“But mommy,” Finlay whined at a frequency that pierced through her skull.

“I’m not taking lunch,” Jade huffed and puffed like the wolf from Three Little Pigs.

“Fine then don’t,” [Y/N] sighed heavily as her tired watery eyes searched for her husband. “Jensen!” She called desperate for a quiet moment to escape the rising panic bubbling in her chest.

“Mommy-”

“Finlay what is it?” It took all her might to not shriek at him, however her tone was too sharp as anxiety and resentment spread like wildfire through her veins. “Jensen!” She shouted again as Jade continued to ramble on.

“Up,” Finlay said raising his arms.

“I can’t right now, we need to get Jade to school baby.” As if she had taken his favourite toy away Finlay burst into tears and wailed at ear piercing levels that penetrated her eardrums. “JENSEN!” [Y/N] cried over her toddler and five year old daughter.

Jensen dashed into the room almost immediately with Roe facing the floor in his arms pretending she was a plane, her light brown pigtails bounced and a giggle burst from her mouth as she clutched her dads arm.

“What’s going on?” His deeper daddy tone grabbed everyones attention, even Roes.

A moment of silence surrounded [Y/N], she inhaled deeply and took a second to catch the sobs in her throat before saying “Please just-” her brows knotted creating deep grooves in her skin. She looked at her husband pathetically, “help.”

“Jade go get your shoes-” Jensen organised.

“But da-”

“I’ll take you to school in Baby if you hurry.”

Jades eyes widened, she glared at Jensen then to [Y/N] to find out if that could happen, [Y/N] nodded gently and Jade bolted to find her shoes. Jensen crossed the room in a totally normal way that had his agitated wife crunching her own lip and clenching her thighs together. His broad rounded shoulders and firm biceps advanced closer and her breath hitched when he stood mere inches from her, Roe reaching out to clip her moms nose between soft baby fingers. Finlay insisted on grabbing at the shirt and moaning but [Y/N] was encapsulated by Jensens sprinkling of freckles and glowing green eyes, his presence alone calmed her nerves, each step closer his warmth cradled her. Dipping down he bumped his forehead against hers.

“You okay?” He asked with soft eyes.

“No,” she replied sharply. “Jade is being a brat, Fin won’t leave me alone and he needs changed again, I haven’t showered yet and I’ve gotta do laundry, clean the car, I need to go shopping and, and-” her teeth rutted together, “I’m fucking frustrated!” She clearly was on edge as she usually avoided swearing in front of the kids.

“Well, I’ve already dealt with Jade.” He smirked proudly. “I’ll change Fin, then I’ll take the twins to drop Jade off at school so you can catch a breather, and once I’m home I’ll help fix your frustration issue.”

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Feels Like The First Time

Title: Home Sweet Home

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2256

Warnings: Swearing, dry humping

Summary: [Y/N] enjoys an experience for the first time with Jensen

A/N: this was great to write because it was from memory, sadly not with jensen, excuse me while i go cry like a little baby because i want him so bad :) | gif credit

His massive hands crept under her shirt consuming her waist and electrifying her skin, he pathetically whined like an injured pup when his fingers met the waistband of her jeans. It sat low and exposed the small dips either side of her spine, his fingers plunged into the little dimples driving him wild and forcing him to shove down an eager moan.

His neck gave out for a second as his crotch demanded all the blood pumping around his body, his throbbing hard on was confined painfully under the restriction of boxers and jeans. Her hands tugged at his hair and nails scraping his scalp eliciting moans between his lips as bolts of desire surged though his veins making his heart beat faster and head feel lighter. Their tongues twisted and their crotches clashed as they exchanged moans and groans into each others mouths.

A potent aroma of fresh linen commandeered his trailer, it was like being in a bubble of puffy clouds and baby powder. His back crashed against the cushion on the sofa as she sat legs split on his lap. They were both fully clothed, but this was the first time she'd felt him entirely erect, this was the most they'd had of each other, this was the closest they'd ever been. A slimy stroke of guilt slipped down Jensens throat threatening to separate them, but instinct forced him to hold her tighter as if she'd turn to sand in his arms. He wanted her. He needed her. She was the one, he was sure of it.

A sickening ache latched onto [Y/N]s chest inexplicably crushing her ribs and caging her lungs against the wall of bones. She wanted to leap off him, burst out of his trailer and never look back, but she couldn't. He was magnificent in every way, unlike any guy she'd ever met, he astounded her, rocked her world every time he was near. She wanted to stop, she wanted to abandon the freckled cutie, but he was glorious and set her alight in ways she’d never known. He drew out emotions she hadn’t felt in ages, plus a whole range of new things too, like sheer pleasure and true happiness.

His touch was astonishingly enchanting, his natural scent mixed with the particular cologne he wore always tickled her core, the vibration of his voice rippled over her skin leaving goosebumps in its wake, the bass soothed her soul, the taste of his salty skin and his pure beauty was enthralling, dragging her into a whirlwind of things she didn’t want to face, but also wanted to be smothered by. He was intoxicating and addictive and she couldn’t get enough of his blazing eyes that made her weak at the knees, captivating her in sea of jade and submersing her spirit under a green wave of submission. She would do anything he asked, of that she was sure.

Yeah a bit of grinding was normal, but they were straight up making out and fucking with their clothes on as if it was their first sexual experience. His nerves rattled like it was his first time, he wasn’t sure how far he could go, he didn’t know where they stood, what they were. His hands ached to cup and grope her chest, but he kept his palms in her hair and on her waist. He wanted to strip her naked and kiss every inch of her pale skin to appreciate every little thing about her, he wanted to sink his fingers deep into her warm core and then eventually his complete length, but he held back. Up until this moment he was the one to take the lead, even though he shouldn’t be perusing her, or anyone else, but she hypnotised him in an unquenchable hunger that he had to sedate.

She purposefully angled her hips to brush her taught clit against his stone column creating a tiny ripple of pleasure that expanded from her sweet spot that made her moan into his mouth. Jensen was rock hard and remarkably imposing, a single stroke of fear zapped through her nerves. She’d never cared for size and at five foot one she didn’t really need a significant amount, but the thought of him destroying her with his impressive length sent a bolt zigzagging between her thighs. A muted scream of arousal overpowered her brain, she’d never been this turned on with another person before. He triggered something deep inside of her, a ravenous dehydrated beast, only known to her, was reanimated with a drip of his charming Texan ass. His voice, eyes, lips and fingers brought her to life, he could probably resurrect her from the afterlife too.

Cunt throbbing and dick pulsing, their heads, lips and tongues turned, twisted, rolled, licked and lapped. Jensen firmly raised his crotch into hers, supporting her waist he helped her slide across his length. A nauseating surge of ultimate pleasure capsized [Y/N]. As if her lungs had turned to dust and her throat was stuffed with a rag she tore her lips from his, unable to catch a breath. Her pitiful whimpers consumed the trailer as she tucked her head into the crook of his neck and gasped for air. Hiding from his gaze she was dragged down by shame, a thundering roar of desire silenced her inner voice. Rocking her hips violently she moaned against his throat, her fingernails devouring his shoulders. “Oh fuck- fuck.” Astounded by how close she was to hitting an excruciating climax, after only ten minutes of dry humping, she was hauled into a tornado of questions; Was she really that close? Was this actually happening? Was she really gonna experience this blissful intimacy with him? He was the one.

Losing control of her rigid anxiety ridden self in front of someone was her worst fear, to be so vulnerable and exposed to another human being created a pit so deep in her stomach the final destination was hell, but with him, it didn’t bury down, it floated up. This road with him wouldn’t take her to hell, it’d take her to heaven. Standing up to her thoughts with strength in her heart she blew them away like dust on a shelf. “Oh god, fuck-” she gasped as he slashed at her sturdy walls, his claws sinking into her muscles and piercing her soul. “I’m gonna cum-” she said more so as a question than an announcement. Her mind screeched at her to seize the bucking of her hips, how pathetic must she seem getting off on just grinding against him, but she didn’t have the willpower, she shoved her humiliation deep down and rode him full force, surrendering fully to this moment and opening herself to him like she’d never done before.

Her raw clit crashed against his granite dick catapulting her into territory only she’d explored, up until now. Her moans and death grip shoved him closer to the edge, she was breathy and reeling, the coil wound so tight to the point of pain, any second now it would snap and seduce her off the cliff. His balls tightened and dick twitched at the thought of how wet she was, how close she was and he hadn’t even touched her.

“Fuck,” she gasped. Unrestrained by her thoughts and her only mission to reach the maximum release, [Y/N] lifted her legs slightly allowing most of her weight to be centred on her swollen bud. “Shit, that’s it, fuck, right there,” she growled at the ceiling. Her arms grasped him as if she was out in the open water and he was her only life line. This could only end in one way and a titanic wave was coming after her. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck-”

Her face was flush against his, her lips scraping across his jaw, one hand cradling the back of his neck, the other clutching his shoulder. The moment was here, the point of no return, the durable threading of her coil gave out, ripped apart, tore in two and completely disintegrated as she was shattered into a million pieces and the deepest darkest parts of her were revealed.

She had come before, but not like this. She’d never seen a glimpse of heaven, but Jensen was giving her the most intimate tour of paradise right now. The golden light from the angles blinded her, sending her free falling from the almighty homeland. Her entire body spasmed, crotch now pressed against his stomach as she tried to keep her head above the orgasm that threatened to drown her.

The pathetic whimpers that fell from her mouth annihilated his will power as she turned into a wreak in his arms. Her post orgasm jerks and twitches triggered his spectacular ending, just before exploding, his entire body stiffened and for the blink of an eye he was frozen in time. Immediately followed by a thundering moan that shook the trailer as he came. A small amount of his load spurted onto his stomach, the red t-shirt he wore gaining a darkened patch where the material soaked up his seed.

Enjoying the tail end of an incredible climax [Y/N] rolled her delighted entrance against his stomach a few more times as her yes’ become softer. Jensens arms crushed her ribs and his hands tangled in her hair as he matched her pace with a mellow rocking of his hips as they tumbled down the divine path of gratification hand in hand. Her arms hung loose around his neck, beads of sweat dripped down her back, her chest was heaving, heart hammering and head pulverised rendering her unable to move and do nothing but pant and whine into the crook of his neck.

“Fuck I- I can’t- that just happened,” [Y/N] said breathless and docile.

“Same, I haven’t cum from grinding since I was like- twenty.”

“No I- fuck, it happened so fast.”

“I promise I can last longer than that,” he said lightheartedly.

“I need a minute,” she clutched her forehead sweeping away baby hairs that clung to the sweat around her hairline. It was clear to him she was wiped out and unable to manoeuvre so he barely picked her up, rotated around and released her onto the sofa.

“I’m gonna go and, uh, deal with this mess and change,” he mumbled shyly. She barely waved him away with her hand on her chest and lips curled into the shape of an ‘o’.

By the time Jensen had cleaned himself up, changed and returned to the sofa [Y/N] was aware and alert. “Are you ready to go home?”

“Yeah,” she smiled softly.

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Not National Treasure Again

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1070

Warnings: Fluff, little tiny bit of angst, almost kiss

Summary: Dean comforts [Y/N] while she’s emotional and suffering stomach cramps

A/N: feeling meh, started my period and dying of cramps, wrote this to comfort myself lol - PART 2

Despite the bunker being underground and having no windows to allow sunlight to radiate around the rooms, it never seemed depressing or confining. Quite the opposite actually, it was comforting and warming. Well usually, but not today. Somehow every single light and lamp had dimmed throughout the bunker, the shadows swallowed most of the rooms and hallways in a gloomy atmosphere and a lingering presence of sadness painted the walls and creeped around the corners just waiting to attack.

[Y/N] clutched the pillow as if it was an enemy she was trying to suffocate. The excruciating pain crippled her petite frame, knotted her insides, numbed her lower-back, abdomen and thighs. She grunted into the pillow and held back sobs of anguish as she lay all alone in the dimly lit bedroom cursing a god she didn’t believe in. A grumble of disgust rumbled from her stomach when there was a soft knock on the door.

“Hey [Y/N] you in there?”

“What is it Dean?” She said with an unintentional hiss.

“Can I come in?”

“Fine,” she huffed knowing he wouldn’t leave her alone until he’d seen her.

The door opened half way and Dean popped his head in, his eyes finding her curled up on the bed. “I haven’t seen you in a couple of days and we live together,” a light chuckle graced her ears. “Just checking in, making sure you’re still alive.”

“Yup fucking brilliant,” she said bluntly. Her face scrunched as a wave of pain hit her, an ugly growl burst from her mouth which she buried into the pillow that was now a victim of assault, potentially murder in the near future.

“Oh,” Dean muttered. Now her absence and sharpness made sense. “Do you need anything?”

“No I’m fine.”

“Okay, I’ll ah, just go, leave you be then.”

“Hey Dean,” [Y/N] said before he left, “thanks.” The corner of his mouth turned up in a soft smile and with a silent nod he was gone.

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On the eve of his 26th Birthday, Dean Winchester found himself alone and with time to kill in Greenwich Village, New York. He had been sent to investigate some potentially cursed occult objects that had popped up at a widow’s estate sale. John was headed further south for a salt and burn low-level haunting and wouldn’t be back for Dean until the following day.

As it turned out, The objects in question were neither cursed nor occult related. Just some crazy lady, her seventeen cats, and a bunch of rusty antiques she wanted to pawn off as expensive heirlooms. No one had really shown up for the gig either, making it that much harder for Dean to even pretend to blend in. Seeking him almost immediately, The widow had not only noticed but also taken a liking to Dean, much to his discomfort. Fortunately, however, he’d been able to charm his way out of her awkward sexual advances following an unnecessarily long personal tour of her estate.

January in New York City was cold and dark. The afternoon rain had muted most of the bohemian neighborhood’s appeal. Wandering aimlessly through Washington Square Park, Dean watched wet pigeons shitting on statues and scrounging for soggy bits of food.

Trekking down Bleecker Street, just past NYU’, some college girls in skin-tight jeans and designer rainwear caught his eye. They giggled and blushed when he approached them to ask about local happy hours nearby. Politely they pointed him in the direction of the aptly named Peculiar Pub a few blocks away. And that seemed just about right, given how he was having one heck of a “peculiar” sort of day.

***

Promptly cut off after his fifth consecutive beer, Dean was given a choice to order a $10 burger or settle his tab; he chose the latter. Outside it was still raining, and darkness had begun seeping into the evening sky. Exiting the bar, Dean somehow managed to catch his foot wrong. Stumbling forward, he was unable to stop himself before full on crashing into a petite blonde.

“I am so sorry about that,” Dean began to say, realizing his buzz was much stronger than he’d anticipated.

“CJ? CJ Braxton!? Of all the people to literally bump into!!”

‘CJ Braxton? Oh, Shit!’ Dean thought as memories flashed through his mind.

The alias Dean had used some years back while hunting a shapeshifting TA at Boston Bay College. Caught off guard, Dean rapidly became too flustered to process the absurdity of his luck. Having just physically collided with a once serious now ex-girlfriend.

“Jen Lindley, Wow! I mean, wow, it’s been a long time!” Dean mumbled.

***

Jen insisted on bringing Dean back to her apartment, conveniently located right around the corner. As they walked, Jen rambled on about her life; Her Grandmother’s cancer was in remission. Both she and her best friend Jack had gotten into NYU. College was amazing, and everything in Jen’s life seemed to be going according to plan.

“I really like what you’ve done with your hair!” Jen gushed as she hung up Dean’s jacket.

As if on cue, Dean reached up and nervously ran his fingers through his short hair.

“Oh yeah, I had to cut it- didn’t wanna start looking like a hippie or som’thing,” Dean slurred.

Jen’s apartment was a large studio with a fire escape facing the park. It was way classier than any place Dean had ever lived in his entire life. Once, Back when he was CJ, he’d experimentally glanced at some New York apartment listings. Pretty instantaneously, his jaw had hit the floor as it dawned on him just how freaking expensive they were.

“Can I offer you some tea, coffee, water Or?” Jen paused, looking past her refrigerator to stare back at Dean.

“Umm, do you have any Beer?” Dean asked out of habit.

“Beer!?” Jen’s eyes grew large, and her face twisted with worry as more information rebooted into Dean’s brain.

In 2003, heartbroken from mistakenly placed trust in Cassie Robinson, Dean had decided to try something new. Instead of being just another version of himself, CJ Braxton became the polar opposite of his real personality. Swearing less, studying more, and trying to eat a little bit healthier, Dean had gone so far as considering the many ways he depended on alcohol. Acknowledging his family’s history of poor coping methods, he’d made a solid attempt at staying teetotal for the remainder of his time undercover.

“Water! Water, is a much better choice? I don’t know what I was thinking there for a moment,” Dean trailed off as Jen crossed the room and wrapped her arms tightly around him.

“Umm.” Dean gulped, hugging her back weakly.

Jen pulled away some but still managed to catch Dean’s eyes, staring intensely into them with concern.

“What could’ve possibly happened with you these past few years-? That you would decide just to throw away your sobriety?” Jen inquired softly.

“Oh. Just- I dunno, life.” Dean retorted.

Jen reached for his hand, weaving her fingers lovingly within his. Leading him away from the kitchen and over to her couch. Dean allowed himself to be pushed into a sitting position and for Jen to rest her head on his shoulder.

“I know it’s been years since we last spoke CJ, and for my own part in that, I am so truly sorry. I hope that you can still find it within yourself to trust me, though-and that you might- still confide in me some of these heavy emotional burdens that have taken their toll on you?”

Jen stared at Dean, searching for any scraps of either validation or truth.

Dean paused; in his gut, he knew that he hated having to lie to her but the actual truth? Her knowing about that was out of the question too.

His mind swam, recounting everything that had changed since leaving Boston and breaking things off with Jen. Dad had thrown himself further into the job, isolating himself and leaving Dean to hunt solo most of the time. Sam had left him for Stanford and quit hunting altogether.

He thought all the way back to that call about some grisly murders upstate in Nyack, NY. How he’d actually wrestled over leaving Jen and what they had at the time. Until he was hit by the undeniable realization that CJ Braxton was a joke and no one could ever love him as Dean Winchester. Before he knew it, there were tears in his eyes, and he was powerless to stop them.

The next thing he knew, Jen’s lips were on his, and her gentle hands roamed under his shirt. Clothing was shed while the kissing continued growing into deeper needier touches.

Things heated then, and before Dean could grasp onto much less unroll a condom, they were passionately entwined. Something inside of Dean snapped, and he gave himself over entirely to their act of passion.

***

Dean awoke alone around 4 AM in the unfamiliar and too dark apartment. His phone buzzed loudly from his discarded jeans’ pocket. Reaching down, Dean flipped open his phone to a text from John, informing him that it was time to leave NYC at last.

***

Jen tried to be patient in the office waiting room, but her heart was fluttering in her chest. She had taken three home pregnancy tests, all yielding the same result. What could the additional lab work prove to her that she didn’t already know? Despite exercising ‘her rights to choose,’ her decision had been made long ago. She would keep this baby, knowing that it was probably the last piece of CJ Braxton that she could ever hope to obtain.

#spn fanfiction #dawsons creek #implied/referenced alcoholism #dean winchester #jen lindley #dean winchester is cj braxton

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fancat-not-fangirl · 5 years ago

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It’s Not You Pt.18

a/n: I’m back!!! HELLO EVERYONE I MISSED YOU!!!!! A great big thank you to those that wished me a great vacation! Maine was awesome, although it was pretty cold and rainy. We rented a house that was right by the beach, and the view was amazing. Don’t even get me started on the sunsets. There were so many hermit crabs omg they were so cute (but terrifying at the same time). Having seafood for a week straight got kinda old though. But I doubt you want to hear about me rant about Maine, so without further ado, here is chapter 18 of It’s Not You! I hope you enjoy!

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His mom was home.

Cas had mixed feelings about that particular fact. On one hand, of course he was happy and excited that his mother was home. After all, he had been looking forward to spending the winter holidays with her for months. But on the other hand, how was he supposed to tell her about what he and Dean had found out? How would she react?

Cas was terrified that his mom would never look at him the same way again. Absolutely terrified. What if she thought that Cas was afraid of her?

The time for thinking and worrying was brief as the front door was soon swinging open and Claire was stepping inside the house, bringing a cold gust of wind in behind her. Cas scrambled up off the couch as she set her luggage down in the foyer. She started unwrapping the scarf from around her neck, also taking off her coat and sighing in relief from the lack of weight.

Cas waited until she was done and as soon as her boots were off and she straightened back up he was launching himself at his mother, wrapping her in a hug. His mom smelled so incredibly familiar. Comforting. Like cookies and s’mores and clothes fresh out of the dryer. He loved it. He loved her.

And her voice. As soon as she breathed his name into his neck, Cas melted. Even though it had only been mere days since he’d last seen her, it had felt like years.

But it was too soon that she was pulling away, smiling up at him as her eyes then went past him and caught onto Dean, who was leaning against the wall, softly smiling at the reunion in front of him. Cas grinned and stepped aside so that Claire could bustle her way past him and pull Dean down into a tight hug. Dean hadn’t been expecting that by the looks of it, and Cas almost laughed out loud at the shocked look on his soulmate’s face. But a split second later Dean was smiling again and wrapping his own arms around Claire.

“Merry Christmas, Claire,” Dean said as they pulled apart. “We were lost here without you.”

Claire gave him an amused look and patted his cheek. “Merry Christmas to you too boys. But I doubt you had too much trouble here. After all, the house is intact. You both are alive. What could possibly have gone wrong?”

And as they all stooped down to pick up the luggage she brought in from the car, Cas exchanged a look with Dean. If only she knew.

Which she soon would.

Cas’s stomach flipped a bit at the thought of what was to come, but he plastered a grin onto his face and took one of the bags from his mom’s hands, insisting that he’s got it. “I bet you’re tired, mom. Dean and I’ll make dinner. You go rest a bit.”

“What about your presents?”

Cas smiled at her. “After dinner.”

“If you say so.” But as Claire turned away, Cas caught something on her face. He didn’t know how to place it. The only thing he could have possibly called it was dread.

“You okay, mom?”

Claire looked back up at him and smiled, the previous haunted gaze vanishing. Maybe he had just imagined it. “I’m just tired. Don’t worry about me.” And with that, Claire gave them one last, adoring look before making her way upstairs. They could hear the shower turn on, and soon, his mother’s off-key singing filled the house.

Rolling his eyes, Cas set out to help Dean unpack some of the luggage. All of the dirty laundry they immediately put into the washing machine, and the various books and pens they brought up to her rooms.

“Your mom’s really bad at singing,” Dean whispered under his breath to Cas as they walked past the bathroom, which was radiating the wrong notes and tunes of Jingle Bell Rock. Cas rolled his eyes. “Tell me about it. Sometimes, it sounds like someone’s strangling a cat with a severe case of bronchitis.” At Dean’s amused laugh, Cas’s eyes widened. “Don’t you dare tell her I said that.”

Dean smiled devilishly. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it, angel.”

Pointing an accusing finger at his soulmate, Cas threatened, “No, I mean it, Dean. One word about that to her, and you’ll be the one that’s getting strangled.”

Dean laughed again, and Cas firmly decided that if Dean even breathed in Claire’s direction with the intent of telling her what Cas had said, he would make sure that Dean never saw the light of day again.

Future plans of revenge were soon forgotten though as the boys stared down at an empty kitchen.

“So,” Dean started, opening the fridge. “Nothings changed, has it? We still only have leftovers?”

Cas mentally kicked himself. Of course nothing changed. He and Dean hadn’t gone to the store after their trip to IHOP, and the few meager pancakes wouldn’t nearly be enough for a full dinner.

“What do you want to do?” Dean asked, closing the fridge and not even bothering to open other cabinets to see if they contained anything dinner-worthy. “If you want, I can make a quick trip to the store, get us the stuff we need. Or,” Dean offered, “We could always order take-out.”

Cas thought for a moment. His mother would be done in the shower in around twenty more minutes. That didn’t give them much time. Dean would only make it to the store by that time. Of course she could wait until he got back and they prepared dinner, but that would take too long. Take-out it was.

“Sushi?” Cas asked hopefully. He hadn’t had sushi in a while. In fact, the last time he’d had it was weeks back, when he was at college. Not unlike his preference of hamburgers, Cas only liked specific sushi. And so did his mom. Which made ordering all the more easy.

“Sure,” Dean shrugged, taking out his phone and going on the nearest sushi place’s website. Cas didn’t need to see the menu to know what he wanted. He always got the same rolls, as did his mother.

Dean seemed to have a harder time deciding.

“There are hundreds of them here!” He gestured helplessly at the menu. “How am I supposed to choose one?”

Cas smiled and gave the confused Dean an amused look. “Choose two then.” As if that solved his problems.

“That doesn’t help me whatsoever!”

Cas chuckled. He leaned over Dean’s shoulder to read the items on the menu. Reaching over, he pointed to one of them. “That one. The Godzilla Roll.”

“Should I get that one?”

“No. The opposite. Stay away from it.”

“Well gee, that really helps me narrow it down. Thanks a lot, Cas.”

Cas playfully hit Dean’s shoulder, but when Dean gave him an injured look, he smiled and leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek.

“You know what, whatever.” Dean grumbled. “What’s this one with?” He picked a random roll on the menu and skimmed through the ingredients. “Avocado. Sure. Fish? What type of fish is this?” Before Cas could answer, Dean raised a hand to cut him off. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll get it anyway.”

And half an hour later Claire was coming down the stairs just as the doorbell rang with their delivered order. Paying the shivering delivery man, Cas took the bag into his hand and kept the wallet in the other, shutting the door behind him with his foot. He didn’t mention the fact that he lost his balance and almost went crashing down onto the floor with their food.

He set the bags down on the table, taking out the boxes and chopsticks, setting them before each person. Dean warily eyed the mess of a roll before him. Taking the chopsticks into his hands, Dean gave his roll a suspicious poke. Looking up at Cas, Dean asked cautiously, “Are you sure this is what I ordered?”

“I don’t know Dean,” Cas laughed and sat down before his own rolls, which beckoned him to eat them. “What did you order?”

“Do you think I remember?” Dean mumbled, and Cas and his mother laughed.

Patting Dean’s hand, Claire grinned at him. “If you don’t like it, you can always have some of mine.”

Dean gratefully looked at her before his gaze turned to Cas, who already had his chopsticks in hand and whose first roll was halfway to his mouth. “Don’t you look at me, Dean. You’re not getting any of my food.”

Dean stuck his tongue out at Cas, who did the same before stuffing his face full of food. Claire followed, cramming as much of her salmon into her mouth as she could. Dean was left staring helplessly at the monstrosity in front of him. He picked one up and examined it from all sides, as if checking to see if anyone had rigged a bomb to it. Determining that it was safe, he put it into his mouth.

Cas and Claire looked on in anticipation as he chewed and then swallowed. His face remained impassive for a moment, then it split into a grin. “This is actually pretty good. I don’t know what the hell it is, but it’s really good.”

They all laughed and dug in, silence filling the room as they focused on their food.

The silence didn’t last long, because soon, Claire began fidgeting, throwing them nervous glances, and Cas had to know what was wrong. “Mom, are you sure everything is ok?” So maybe he hadn’t imagined the look she had on her face before she had gone to shower.

Claire sighed. “Boys, I have to tell you something.”

Cas froze, and from the looks of it, so did Dean. Did something happen to Gabe? To Sam? There had been plans that they would spend New Years together with Sam and Gabe. Were those plans off? Did something else come up?

Claire seemed to shrink in on herself. Oh, this was bad. Did something bad happen at work? What if she got fired?

Seeming to just want to get it over with in one, big breath, Claire braced herself before blurting out, “Dean, I’m the nurse that messed up the medications for your mother.”

Oh.

There was a moment of silence. Nobody moved.

Then, Cas and Dean stole a glance at each other and, seeing the look on the other’s face, burst out laughing. It would have been a momentary thing if only they hadn’t then looked at Claire’s face, which, with it’s shocked and horrified appearance, sent them into another fit of laughter.

Cas didn’t think he’d laughed that hard since the time that they had their whole Soulmate Screw Up thing back in October. But now he was cackling just as uncontrollably as he did that day, if not more. Because this really was hilarious. The thing that he had dreaded telling his mother for days had been the very thing that she had been dreading to tell him. As if he didn’t know everything already.

Dean seemed to find this situation just as hysterical, and had now almost fallen out of his chair with the wheezes of laughter that were coming out of him.

The only person that seemed to find the entire ordeal unamusing was Claire, who was sitting rooted to her chair, an expression of utmost bafflement and terror slapped onto her face. She was looking between the laughing boys as if they had suddenly gone insane. But who could blame her? She had just confessed to being the one that deprived Dean of a mother, and instead of the expected reaction of shock and anger, she had gotten cackles and howls of laughter.

“That was the last thing I was expecting,” Dean managed to get out amid cackles. “Tell us something we don’t know.”

If anything, Claire looked more confused. “What? But I don’t-”

Regaining his ability to form complete sentences without breaking into fits of laughter, Cas cleared his throat. “We already knew that, mom.” Before she could say anything else, Cas launched into an explanation. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about on the phone. We found Mary Winchester’s files in our basement, and so we tried calling you so that you could tell us if you were the nurse assigned to her. But,” Cas gave Dean a guilty look before continuing. “We couldn’t get ahold of you, so we assumed the worst and got into a fight.” Seeing the wide-eyed look of worry on Claire’s face, Cas quickly added, “But it’s ok now. It wasn’t even that big. We’re ok. I promise.”

There was a brief moment of silence.

Claire smiled. “Well then, that just makes my job a hell of a lot easier.” She visibly deflated, the stress seeping out of her. It was obvious that she hadn’t been looking forward to breaking the news to them after- after what?

“Wait, mom, why did you decide to tell us this now?” Cas asked.

“Your brothers, that’s why.”

Cas and Dean shared a look. Sam and Gabe knew? How had they found out? Did they have a fight as well?

“You know that amulet that Gabe only wears on special occasions?” Claire directed the question at Cas, who nodded. “I never told you boys this, but it belonged to Mary Winchester.” Cas heard Dean suck in a breath. “She gave it to me as a thank you gift of sorts. Something I can remember her by. And when he was a kid, Gabe loved it. He’d always steal it from me and I’d catch him wearing it around the house. I don’t really know why. He was a strange kid.” Cas snorted in agreement. That was an understatement. “So I gave it to him with the promise that he wouldn’t lose it because it was very important. And then he started wearing it on holidays and to parties and such. And so he wore it on Christmas. And Sam recognized it.”

Dean looked like he was thinking, then interrupted Claire. “Would this amulet look like some type of weird face with horns on it? Maybe a bronze color?”

Claire nodded.

“In all of the pictures of my mom I’ve seen, she always wears it.” Dean said. “No wonder Sammy recognized it.”

Giving him a small smile, Claire continued. “Gabe couldn’t remember how he got it, so he and Sam decided to call me. To ask me if I knew a Mary Winchester. I said I did. And it all escalated from there.” Cas and Dean both winced. They had wanted to keep it a secret from Sam and Gabe for this specific reason. So that they wouldn’t cause any rifts between them. But unfortunately, it couldn’t have been avoided.

“After a lot of accusations and, I’ll admit, a little screaming, I explained everything and they understood. That’s when we decided that you both had to know as well.”

Dean snorted. “The irony. When we found out, all of us decided that Sam and Gabe didn’t have to know.”

Claire’s brow furrowed. “‘All of us’?”

And so Cas and Dean told her more specifically the story of how they found out. From how Cas was upset after she left, to them going to the basement to look at photo albums, to the spilling of the files (Claire had them swear that they put all the files back in order), to the broken record, and to Dean storming off to his father’s, coming back the next day with apologies and presents.

“It seems as if your boys’ break wasn’t as boring as I had thought it was,” Claire said at the end. “I leave you two alone for one day and this is what you do.”

Cas and Dean both gave her their guiltiest looks. They hadn’t meant to cause so much trouble. But, if it made him feel better, Cas did admit that even if they hadn’t had their argument, they still would have found out the truth sooner or later. Even if sooner had come a little too quick for his liking.

Claire suddenly gasped. “Speaking of presents, I have some for you two.” She shot out of her chair and quickly flew up the stairs and into her room. Cas too, had gifts to give, and he also rose from the table. Instead of going up the stairs, though, he went down, and into the basement. Next to the place where he had hid Dean’s presents were Claire’s, and Cas grabbed them and padded back up to the dining room, where he saw Dean and Claire already there, presents in tow.

Dropping into his seat, he slid his gift across the table to Claire. “Merry Christmas, mom.” A present came sliding back to rest between him and Dean. “Merry Christmas, boys.”

They watched her open their presents first.

Rustling and crinkling filled the room as she unwrapped Dean’s present for her. Her face filled with adoration as she removed a salmon pink, painstakingly knit hat from its wrappings. It was obviously made by Dean. There were loose ends sticking up in places, and the pattern was a little uneven, but Cas knew just how long Dean had spent on it.

Dean looked somewhat bashful as he watched. There was no doubt that he was nervous. “I know how much you like knitting,” he said quietly, “so I decided to try my hand at it. I know it’s not the best, but…”

But Claire obviously loved it. She immediately pulled it over her head and struck a pose for them. “How do I look?”

Cas laughed. “You look as great as always, mom.”

She beamed at him, and then at Dean, who was practically glowing with relief. She gave him a wink. “If you ever want me to teach you some tricks of the trade, you just let me know.”

Dean grinned. “I’d like that.”

Next was Cas’s present.

Claire gave the soft package a curious look as she stripped it of its paper. She let out a small gasp as she pulled out a onesie. It was bright red, and was peppered with small reindeer heads. The hood had antlers on it, and when Cas had seen it at the store, he had immediately known that it would be perfect for his mother.

“Oh, I love it, Cas.” She whispered, examining it from all directions. Her face lit up when she saw the sewed in Claire Novak on the left breast pocket.

“Dean helped me with that,” Cas admitted. “I suck at sewing.”

Claire instantly excused herself to go put it on, and when she came back, both Cas and Dean barely held onto their laughter.

“And that’s not even the best part,” Claire’s eyebrows rose at Cas’s words. “I got one for each of us. Including Sam and Gabe. So that we could all be matching on New Years. Kinda like in those magazines where the entire family has a matching onesie set.”

Dean hadn’t been on board right away with that idea, but after lots and lots of pestering on Cas’s part, he had finally relented. And it was a good thing, too, because Dean looked absolutely adorable in a onesie.

Cas didn’t think Claire's smile could get any bigger, but as soon as he was done talking, it proved him wrong.

He and Dean both received lung-crushing hugs from his mother, as well as way too many cheek kisses.

But now it was their turn. Unwrapping the paper around their gift, Cas and Dean both let out exclamations of surprise at the sight of what was inside. It was a box. A puzzle box, to be exact. And on the cover was a picture collage of them. No wonder his mom had taken so many photos.

There was one of them cuddling on the couch. Another had them kissing under the mistletoe. Others depicted them outside, making snow angels or building snowmen.

There were dozens of them, all arranged perfectly.

They opened the box and were met with hundreds of puzzle pieces that no doubt organized themselves to make that collage on the cover of the box.

“How did you-?” Dean got out, picking up puzzle piece after puzzle piece, as if to make sure they were real.

Obviously enjoying their surprise, Claire grinned. “I have my ways.”

Then it was Cas and Dean’s turn to wrap Claire in hugs, although they refrained from giving her too many cheek kisses.

“Let’s build it now?” Cas suggested, glancing at Dean for approval. His soulmate nodded, and they were about to leave for the living room when Claire stopped them with a stern look. She gestured at the still messy table, and the boys sheepishly put the puzzle down and started helping clear the table.

Claire insisted on doing the dishes this time, and shooed them away to go do the puzzle.

They pushed the half-built Death Star aside and decided to focus on making the puzzle. But, seconds before spilling all of the pieces onto the floor, Dean snapped his fingers and his eyes brightened. “Fort! We should totally build a fort!”

“A fort? Here?” Cas hadn’t built one of those in years. Not since he was still in elementary school. But back then, the forts could be small and he’d still be able to fit in them. He didn’t know how they would both manage to squeeze themselves into one now.

But Dean was fully confident in his fort-building abilities and nodded. “And then we can make the puzzle in the fort!” And the excited gleam in Dean’s eyes flushed all of Cas’s doubts away as they began assembling a fort.

Dean was in charge, that much was obvious. He’d point at the coffee table and gesture at Cas, who took it as an order to move it in the direction that Dean motioned at. He instructed Cas to get as many blankets as possible, as well as pillows and chairs. While Cas was getting the materials, Dean was pushing couches together and lugging chairs from halfway across the house.

And when Cas returned with armfuls of blankets and pillows, Dean slipped a pillow from the pile and swung it at Cas’s head, prompting a pillow fight.

You would think that these were two five year olds instead of students at college age.

Claire had bustled in at one point to see what the noise was about. At the sight of the LEGO Death Star sitting on the floor in the middle of their playful battle, she had shrieked that they immediately move it away, out of harm’s reach.

The pillow fight turned into a wrestling match, and the boys rolled around on the floor, trying to pin the other to the ground, crashing into most of the objects that were positioned as the inner structure of the fort. Cas had almost succeeded once, having tickled Dean into submission and trapped his arms to his sides, he was seconds away from announcing victory when Dean had heaved himself upward and turned them over so that their positions were reserved. He grinned fiendishly and straddled Cas’s waist, pinning his arms to the ground with his hands. Cas struggled against him but resistance was futile.

“I win,” Dean declared and leaned forward, lowering his voice to a whisper. “What’s my prize?”

Cas stuck his tongue out at him and tried bucking Dean off but the older boy held fast, only leaning down more and more until their noses almost touched. They didn’t move for a moment, savoring the closeness. And then Dean’s soft lips were pressing onto his own, moving slow and sweet. Cas relaxed into the touch, kissing Dean back with such love and affection that his head swam.

Dean loosened his grip on Cas’s wrists, bringing one hand to Cas’s head before running it through the messy hair there. Cas took the opportunity to lunge forward and flip them over, this time pinning Dean to the floor and pinning his arms to the ground, using Dean’s own previous position against him.

Cas beamed down at the struggling Dean. “Guess you don’t win after all.”

But then Dean wormed his hand out of Cas’s grip and pulled Cas down, their lips meeting again. This kiss was just as sweet as the last one, more even. It was sunshine and snow angels and Christmas trees and songs on the guitar.

It was home.

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End a/n: As I mentioned in the update I am leaving again, this time for two weeks. Again, I won’t be able to post anything during that time so you guys will have to wait a bit for the next chapter. Spoiler alert! It will have Sam and Gabe in it! Get excited!

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magssteenkamp · 5 years ago

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“Unexpected help from Spirit”

Title: “Unexpected help from Spirit”

Pairing: Dean x OFC, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer’s Ghost

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: swearing I guess? This is my first fic not sure what else to say…

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a FanFic since I read such a lot of them I thought well I should do that… little did I know what a process this is, to all the #fanficwriters out there you guys are awesome!!! Special thanks to @thehunterwholived, my heart twin who was my Beta readers and to @jay-and-dean for all the Tumblr tips...

Summary: This story plays out in SPN Season 7 Episode 19 - “Of Grave Importance”

Meet Cat, she has the ability to see and communicate with the spirit world but has learned at a young age to hide it. She meets the Winchester brothers at The Pier Front restaurant where she is helping out the owner for the day. She can see Bobby and tries to hide it but he realizes that she sees him and he tries to get a message to the brothers...

Chapter 1 - First meeting…

Cat’s POV…

My name is Catori La Fae or Cat to everyone other than my mother. I’m 29 years old and for as long as I can remember I have been able to see and communicate with spirits. My parents never realized how aptly they named me since Catori means “Spirit”. I learned from an early age to keep quiet about my abilities. No one wants to know that they are being followed around by a deceased relative, I mean what if you wanna go to the loo?

I’ve lived in Bodega Bay all my life and currently, I have the pleasure of helping a friend out in a little restaurant on the pier. Although my Mother still runs The Crow’s Nest Hotel in town, I like to help out the owner of The Pier Front restaurant, Sally, especially since I get to have my favorite Coconut Cream Pie on the house, Sally, makes the best pies. It's a warm sunny afternoon with the lunch hour rush in full swing, I walk over to two new customers that just sat down in a corner booth in my section. The first thing I noticed was the surly old mad standing next to one of the seated men and the second was that both men were really good looking.

But as I walk away I can feel his stare at the back of my neck and I know my hope was in vain. Returning with the brother's drinks I can see the resemblance now… I overheard them talking about Annie being late for their meeting. *Here you go, gentlemen* I say placing their drink order in front of them. Chewing on my lip I wonder if I should mention that I know Annie and that she was staying at The Crow’s Nest Hotel. Annie Hawkins approached me a week before after hearing gossip about my “gift” asking me about the old Van Ness House and the stories about it is supposedly haunted. *Are you waiting for Annie?* I ask them then try not to cringe when they turn to me with sharp eyes. *Do you know her?* Dean asked, trying to hide his suspicion but you could hear it in his voice thanks to your natural sensitiveness. *Oh, she stays at the hotel in town that my mother runs. I have met her there and recommended this restaurant to her actually.* Sam smiles *Would you be able to give us directions, should she get held back and then we can meet her there? She’s an old family friend.* The old trucker next to me mumbles something that sounded very much like idjits and I tried not to react to him. *Let me get your food for you and then I will be happy to give you directions* and with that, I turn to collect their orders.

One was taller than the other by a couple of inches by the look of him leaner, but cute with longish shaggy brown hair and a boyish smile when he looked up at me. The one that really caught my attention and who the older man was looking down at, was ruggedly handsome with the most gorgeous green eyes I have ever seen. He had short auburn hair that was currently tousled from running his fingers through it before giving me a smile that could melt the panties right off a girl. I cleared my thoughts, flicked my thick plait back over my shoulder and smiled at them.

* Hi my name is Cat and I’ll be your waitress.* handing them the menu’s I continue *Can I recommend the Smoky Clam Chowder made with homemade bacon and our famous Coconut Cream Pie for dessert?* With the mention of Bacon mister gorgeous perked up and mister cute rolled his eyes. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the old man with a weathered truckers cap on looking at me with interest. Oh no, they always know I can see them… I try to ignore him while I give my full attention to the men taking their orders. Mister gorgeous orders first giving me an appreciative look and biting his lower lip before saying, *Well Cat since you recommended it, I will have the Clam Chowder, Pie, and a beer, please. Sammy, are you going to be eating rabbit food again or will you listen to the beautiful lady’s recommendation?*

“Sammy” rolling his eyes at mister gorgeous grumbles *It’s Sam, Dean you know it, I’m not a kid anymore.* Sam looks at the menu and then smiles at me *Don’t mind my brother, I’ll have the grilled line fish with a garden salad and ice water, please.* He says handing me the menu back. I take Dean’s menu I repeat the order back to them and when they nod their approval I answer *Great I will be right back with your drinks.* Turning around the man in the trucker’s cap is standing in front of me bracing myself. I keep my chin up and walk through him while shuddering and hoping that he would think that he made a mistake and leave me be.

Dean’s POV…

Dean watches her walk away, sliding his tongue over his lower lip and biting it. Her dark brown french plait swinging down her back. He’s never seen ice blue eyes like hers and he definitely appreciates the curve of her ass in those tight jeans she was wearing. Sam kicks his brother under the table to get his attention. *What?* Dean growls, as Sam, gives him his best bitch face. *I was just enjoying the view.* Dean smirks at his little brother taking a swig of his beer. Then sitting uncomfortably pulls out Bobby’s old flask placing it on the table to the side of them. Sam, rolls his eyes at his brother *Really Dean?* Dean shrugs and gets comfortable while waiting for Cat, was it… an apt name since that plait of her’s was swishing like a cat’s tail… Sam continues and forces Dean out of his musings.

*Look what I found* Sam pushes his smartphone towards Dean showing him an article about Dick Roman. He has funded more archaeological digs. *What could he be looking for?* Sam wondered out loud what the Leviathan was up to. *No clue man.* Dean says sliding the phone back to Sam and smiles when he sees their sexy waiter walking his way with the food and by the smell of it, it’s gonna be good. *Who cares at the moment a pretty lady is bringing me food that smells amazing* Seeming to have heard the last bit of the conversation Cat smiles at them while putting the dishes down in front of each of them. *And I promise it will taste just as good as it smells.* She winks at Dean who immediately starts tucking in *Mmh things good…* Dean mumbles with his mouth full and Sam just shakes his head and takes a bite of his fish which melts in his mouth.

Smiling up at their waitress Cat Sam says *Thank you this is really good.* She smiles at them and then goes to turn when she seems to remember something. *Oh I still have to give you directions, let me write it down for you and I will be right back.* With that, she swings around and rushes back to the counter. Dean swallows the delicious Clam Chowder and takes a swig of beer. Sam looks at Bobby’s flask then up at Dean. *You know Bobby and Annie had a thing right?* Dean frowns *Wait really?* Sam shrugs *Yeah… it was a foxhole thing. Very Hemingway.* taking a sip of his water. *Huh, she and I went Hemingway this one time too.* Dean looks down at his food. Now it’s Sam’s turn to cringe saying *Well that happens…* Dean looks up at Sam surprised. *Wait what you too Sam?* Sam looking apologetic stumbled over his words *Um, well um, we were working on the same case... both stressed… what can I say I didn’t have a soul.* he says shrugging. Dean takes a deep breath *That’s a lot of Foxholes* and sees Cat walking back from the counter with a piece of paper and a slice of pie. She seems to be frowning at something over his shoulder but he only had eyes for the pie in her hand at that moment to see the flask on the table move slightly.

Cat’s POV…

I go over to the counter, grab a to-go container and an extra big piece of Coconut Cream Pie. I also grab some cutlery and napkins, putting everything into a paper bag. I ring up the bill and walk back over to the guys keeping my eyes on them ignoring the trucker in the hopes that he will not try to approach me or want me to do anything for him. *Here you go, gentlemen, Dean* giving him a wink *an extra big slice of pie and the bill for you Sam.* Dean peeks into the bag with a huge grin he looks at me and then Sam. *Sammy tip this beautiful lady well, she’s awesome!* Sam laughs at his brother’s antics and hands me back the bill with some cash. *Well hope you find your friend guys and if you decide to stay awhile I will probably see you again.* You give them a wink and just as you are about to turn around your eyes meet the trucker’s *I know you can see me girly, no use in trying to ignore me. I need to let these boys know that I am still here, you need to let them know "Bobby" is still around!* Briefly closing my eyes I shake my head and walk away. Only to hear him shouting Balls!! In frustration at my back…

I almost stumble when I see the trucker move the flask on the table and I try my best to hold my composure as I place the slice of pie in front of Dean with as big a smile as possible to hide my reaction to what clearly seems to be a spirit that’s following the men *it must be connected to the flask if it can move it…* looking over to Sam still smiling I had him the note with the directions to The Crow’s Nest Hotel *Here you go Sam, may I call you Sam? The directions that you asked for. Tell my Mom, Morgan, that I sent ya and you shouldn’t have any problems.* Sam smiles sweetly *Sure only if I can call you Cat.* At the same time, Dean takes a bite of the pie and gives an almost pornographic moan making Sam blush and look at his brother. The trucker looks at him and once again I hear a faint idjit. I give a laugh while looking at Dean *That good huh?* he looks up at me emerald eyes sparkling *Are you kidding me this is awesome!!*

He takes another bite and groans again with his eyes closed and his head was thrown back. I smirk at him and Sam rolls his hazel eyes at his brother *Do you want to be left alone with that pie Dean?* Dean looks up at Sam, giving him a dirty smirk. *If it was any better you might just have to, yeah!* We all laugh and even the trucker seems to find Dean’s antics funny looking down at him with a half grimace half-smile. He clearly seems fond of the guys there is no mistaking that, I can feel the proud love for them coming from him.

I made the mistake of watching him too long and he suddenly looked straight at me. Shit!!! I quickly looked at Dean who had finished his pie and was licking his spoon clean. A little bit of coconut cream was left on his chin and I had the sudden urge to lick it off myself. Shifting my weight and clearing my throat I motion toward it. *You have a little something there.* I point to my chin and he smiles, swipes it off with a finger and pops it in his mouth, sucking his finger clean. Fuck that’s hot! Come on Cat mind out of the gutter…* He pulls his finger out with an audible POP! *Anything else I can get you guys?* Dean looks down at his now empty plate. *Can I get one of those slices to go?* He looks up at me hopefully while Sam laughs, finishes his water and looks at me. *Looks like it will be one more slice of pie to go and the bill please.* I smile nodding at Dean *Sure you can be right back with the bill and your pie.* As I turn I catch the eye of the trucker and he gives me a knowing look. I have been caught out...

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deanieweaniewrites · 5 years ago

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A Party and a Stripper Truck

Rated: E

Words: 1917

For the @supernaturaltropecelebration Halloween mini! My trope was ‘Sexy Costume’

Also shoutout to the Profound Bond Discord for some help with this. Thanks to @nickelkeep for telling me to write about the Stripper Truck, because that made this about 10x better so ily

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Tags: Sexy Costumes, Unestablished Destiel, First Kiss, First Time, Early-Season Vibes

“Dean, why don’t you wear a costume for Halloween?”

Dean nearly jumped out of his seat when the familiar deep voice of his best friend came from behind. He thought he was alone in the motel room, Sam being out for a food and beer run. He turned around and saw Castiel standing right behind his chair. “Dude, first of all, you scared the shit out of me. Secondly, I hate Halloween. I have to live through Halloween every day of my life.”

Castiel took a moment to think about that. “I thought you were telling Sam about crashing that college girl’s Halloween party and wearing a costume.”

“Okay, I was mostly joking. I’m not gonna wear a costume. Also, she’s a grad student.”

“Are you still going to go?”

Dean shrugged. “Probably. What’s better than free booze and a bunch of grad student girls in sexy costumes?”

“I could name a few things…”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Right, ever the heavenly prude.”

Castiel narrowed his eyes at Dean before disappearing with the sound of flapping feathers. Dean turned back around in his seat and took a swig of his beer, frowning when he finished it off. Oh well, Sam would be back with more soon.

Dean just grinned and ignored Sam while he was lectured on why going to the party was stupid. Dean was an adult, he could do whatever he wanted. Maybe he actually wanted to enjoy Halloween this year. Screw research, he wanted to have a good time.

When the evening came around, Dean just shrugged with a smug smile at Sam, who was pulling a major bitch-face at him for leaving. Dean checked the address he had scribbled on a napkin when the woman throwing the party had given him. He usually didn’t interact this much with people involved with cases he was working, but who was he to turn down this opportunity?

Dean didn’t even remember her name. She was an acquaintance of the family who was being haunted, and she had recognized Dean and Sam in a diner, having seen them at the family’s house when the police were investigating. Dean had put his charm on and earned himself an invitation to her Halloween bash.

Dean took a cab to the party, knowing damn well he’d be too inebriated to drive Baby back to the motel room. The house was already booming with bass, and young adults were pouring out of the front door onto the lawn. Even in the cool Tennesee evening air, almost everyone was in extremely revealing costumes. Dean took in the sight of all the exposed skin with a smirk as he stepped out of the cab and handed the driver a wad of cash.

He stuck his hands in his pockets and waltzed up to the front door, slipping his way inside to find the booze. As he made his way inside, a hand grabbed his shoulder.

“Hey, you made it.”

Dean’s head snapped around and he grinned when he saw his inviter standing there in a sexy cat outfit. Basic, but sexy. The black bodycon dress hugged her curves nicely. “Hey, yeah, I made it.”

“Where’s your costume?”

“Eh, I’m not really a costume guy.” Dean shrugged. “Where can a guy get a drink around here?”

“Over here.”

Dean followed the girl into the kitchen and found an array of drinks. He poured himself a rum and coke and surveyed the area. There were a few couples making out in dark corners, girls in little groups, chatting up a storm, and guys stalking the floor, looking for a lay for the night. Dean almost wished he went to college just for nights like this.

“Do you remember my name?” The girl asked, taking a swig of her beer.

Dean chuckled. “You remember mine?”

“Nope.”

“Dean.”

“Sarah.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, again, Sarah.” Dean grinned. “Got anything planned for tonight.”

“Well, there’s the costume contest, and then the winners have to perform on the stripper truck.”

“The what?”

Sarah chuckled. “It’s exactly what it sounds like. It’s a big truck with dancers in it. You get in the truck and watch. It’s a stripper truck. The sexiest costumes have to dance. I think I’ve spotted a couple winners already. The dude in assless chaps is really killing it.”

Dean laughed. “Please point him out if you see him, I’ve got to see that.” He knocked back the rest of his drink and picked up a shot off a tray as it passed him, throwing it back. “I think I’m gonna survey the field a little more. Come find me if you need anything.” Throwing Sarah a wink, Dean disappeared into the crowd to see what other kinds of costumes he could find.

All of the standards were there. Sarah had the sexy cat, along with at least five other girls. There were devils, angels, and zombies everywhere. The men seemed to all go along with careers rather than creatures. There were sexy policemen, firefighters, priests, and even some guys that were just shirtless.

Dean mingled around the party, laughing at the drunk shenanigans. He played beer pong with a group of guys and beat their asses at it. They challenged him to a game of pool, and Dean only agreed to it with a bet. Dean walked away from the game $100 richer.

A few hours into the night, a voice came on over the speaker system announcing that the winners of the costume contest were being crowned. Dean slowly made his way back to the living room, the voice continuing on the microphone. By the time he made it to where it was being announced, the winners were being sent to the stripper truck. Dean huffed and walked outside to see a line forming behind the truck. It was about five people deep now, so Dean hopped in on it quickly. He had to see what kind of costumes won this contest, and the idea of a stripper truck was too good to pass up on.

Unfortunately, there was a $10 admission for the truck, but Dean just used some of the money he won from pool to get his spot. There were three costume contest winners, so seven spectators were allowed in at a time. Dean hopped into the truck with a grin. The first thing he saw was a girl in an awesome Lara Croft costume. She looked the part and nailed the costume and makeup. The second winner was a classic playboy bunny costume on one of the bustiest, curviest girls Dean had ever seen. All Dean could see of the last one was from the waist down, and he was in assless chaps.

Dean grinned widely and took his spectator seat. It was then that the man in chaps started turning around, and Dean’s face paled. “Cas?”

Castiel turned quickly towards Dean, nearly knocking his own cowboy hat off of his head. “Dean?”

Dean stood up. “Cas, what the hell are you doing here in...that?!” He gestured to Castiel’s outfit, which consisted of a cowboy hat, a brown leather vest with fringe, and chaps that only covered his legs and crotch, leaving his ass fully exposed.

“I tried to find you here, and then these girls, they said I needed a costume, so they gave me this and...now I’m here.”

Dean buried his face in his hands, trying not to stare at any of Castiel. “Oh my god, dude. We’ve got to get you out of here.” Just when Dean was about to start pulling Castiel out of the truck when the door closed and music started pumping. The other two winners pulled Castiel to the middle and started dancing around him.

Castiel looked like a deer caught in the headlights until one of the girls whispered in his ear and took his hand, urging him to dance. It took a few seconds, but soon Castiel started bouncing a little to the beat of the music. The angel turned to Dean, following the girl’s movement of swinging his hips back and forth to the beat.

Dean met Castiel’s eyes and his cheeks went beet red. It was hard not to notice how hot Castiel looked in the costume. He tried to avert his gaze, but Castiel’s stare on him was too heavy. Maybe it was the buzz of the alcohol or the atmosphere of the stripper truck, but Dean really wanted Castiel to himself right now. The look on the angel’s face was certainly giving Dean clues as to what he wanted.

The truck drove around the block before returning in front of the house. Castiel had gotten into the dancing by now, grinning as he swayed around between the two girls. But as soon as the truck stopped and the doors opened, he was being pulled away by Dean.

“Dean, I-”

Dean pulled Castiel behind the truck and grabbed his vest. “Please tell me I’m not seeing things and that you were starin’ at me how I think you were.”

Castiel paused, hands moving to Dean’s sides. After waiting for a moment, he leaned forward and captured Dean’s lips in his own, pulling him closer.

Dean let out an internal sigh of relief, his eyes slipping closed as he kissed Castiel back. When the angel pulled away, Dean opened his eyes, slightly breathless. “Come back to the motel?”

Castiel nodded quickly. “I think that would be a more appropriate setting than behind a truck.”

Dean laughed and rolled his eyes. “Dork.”

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Thirty minutes later, Dean and Castiel were tumbling back into the motel room, hands all over each other, making up for all the time they insisted that they were “just friends”. It was heated, passionate, and a declaration of unspoken love. The door slammed closed and the bed squeaked from their weights underneath it. Breathless moans began when Castiel started opening himself with lubed-up fingers. Breathless moans turned to grunts and groans of pleasure, the bedsprings moaning their own complaints.

Dean held his lover’s hips and swore at the feeling of leather against his thighs. The fucker didn’t even take the chaps off. The pair desperately grabbed at one another, catching each other’s lips at every chance they got. Castiel came unraveled on top of Dean, all of that angelic poise and grace slipping away.

When Castiel came, light filled the room for a brief second. Dean’s brain short-circuited when he came as well, fingers digging into the angel’s hips. After something as life-altering as that, there wasn’t much more they could do except strip off Castiel’s chaps and curl up together under the blankets.

That was, until the bathroom door opened and a mop of brown hair poked out. Sam had a hand over his eyes. “Don’t say a word. I’m getting another room.”

Dean snorted and laughed hard enough that he threw his head back against the pillow as his poor brother ran out of the motel room. “Aw, poor Sammy.”

Castiel looked to Dean. “You think he’ll be okay?”

“He’s fine. Not the first time he’s gotten stuck in a bathroom while I’ve gotten down and dirty.”

“So, it was good?”

Dean hugged Castiel close. “Cas, that was awesome. Hey, happy Halloween.”

Castiel narrowed his eyes. “I thought you hated Halloween.”

“If you’re going to dress up like that, it’s my new favorite holiday.”

“Ah, so this is a tradition for us now?”

Dean chuckled. “Guess so. Night, Cas.”

“Goodnight, Dean.”

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lana-b-bana · 6 years ago

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86. "don't be scared. im right here." Billie Dean x reader where reader can see ghosts and the spirits trying to hurt her plisss thankssdd

The looming exterior of the infamous Murder House sent chills up and down your spine. You craned your neck as you entered the house, the roof seemingly bearing down on you. You could see ghosts and spirits easily, but the house’s sinister atmosphere was clear to anyone. The hallways seemed to close in on you and Billie, and the darkness throughout the house captured your breath.

“Darling? You okay?” Your girlfriend, Billie, tugged on your hand, concern filling your eyes. “I know this place is a lot … Do you need a moment outside?”

Love and affection flowed through your body at her worry, washing away most of your bad feelings. You smiled at her, noting how she still shone like an angel in this dusty house. “You’re sweet, babe, but I’m okay. Keep holding my hand?”

“You don’t even need to ask, honey.” Billie winked and brought your hand to her knuckles, kissing them as a blush bloomed on your cheeks.

“Babe, not the time.”

“Sorry, doll face, but every day is the right time to make you blush so prettily.” She grinned, tugging you to the kitchen and for a blissful moment, you almost forgot why you came to this place. Almost.

See, Billie was visiting this place to talk some sense into Tate—Constance’s willful son. You didn’t know the exact details and you didn’t care to be quite honest, but when Billie offered you the chance to accompany her on one of her haunts, you agreed immediately. You wanted to show off your skills, but you also wanted to prove to her that you could be trusted. That you could have her back whenever she needed it.

So here you were, your breath coming out in shaky exhales as you gripped onto Billie’s hand—what was that?

You whirled around to squint at a doorway. You could’ve sworn a blonde woman was staring at you soulfully, but as quickly as she’d appeared, she’d left.

“Doll? Did you see something? Hell, I knew you were talented, but I didn’t know you work so quickly.” Billie stepped closer to you, looking at the same spot you were. “I feel someone, but …”

“Yeah, I could’ve sworn there was a lady. Blonde, looking like she came straight out of a Victorian movie?”

“Ah.” Billie’s eyes sharpened and the look you adored—the professional, clever look—appeared in her eyes. “Nora? Are you here? I’m here with my girlfriend Y/N. Would you like to talk to us?”

For a moment, there was silence. Pure silence. The old house stopped creaking and you and Billie waited with bated breath for … nothing.

Billie sighed. “She must be shy today. Sorry, baby. But you’ve got quite a good eye.”

You chuckled. The uneasiness you felt toward the house still lingered, but with Billie here and a successful sighting, you were able to push it away. You leaned up to kiss her and just before you closed your eyes, you saw someone over her shoulder. You wrenched yourself away from Billie like she was an open flame and gasped.

“What? Darlin’, what’s wrong?” Billie followed your gaze and turned, but held onto your hand tightly. It’s okay, you reminded yourself. You’re safe. With Billie, you’re always safe.

“Tate. Your mother sent me. She’s quite worried about you.” Billie’s voice was soft, but not as gentle as the sugary sweet tone she saved for you. No one, besides you and her, heard that.

The blond boy with a hateful glare stood abnormally still before frowning. He turned his gaze from Billie to you, ignoring her completely. The anger in his gaze split your body in two, and you swore you could feel his rage feeding into the house. But you had no pity for him. A deeply troubled soul like his could only mean bad things. Billie had told you that most spirits weren’t aggressive, but Tate was someone to watch out for. “What are you doing here?” he spat out.

Billie shifted so she was in front of you. “This is Y/N. She can see spirits who are in limbo. She’s accompanying me to pass on your mother’s message.”

“Oh.” For a moment, Tate’s expression shifted into deep mistrust before returning back to his cold state. “Tell her I don’t care and not to contact me again.”

“Tate, please. Constance loves you, she really does—”

“I said I don’t care! Get out of my house!” Tate growled and grabbed a nearby vase, tossing it widely in your direction. It soared past your shoulder and shattered upon meeting the wall, the crash almost loud enough to mask your yell.

“Okay! Tate, we’re going, just calm down!” Billie tugged you toward the door—but not fast enough. The exit slammed shut as if it was by magic, but you knew better.

The house seemed to rise up on its foundation and came alive, laughing mockingly at you and Billie. But houses couldn’t laugh, so … You focused your gaze, looking past the barriers that stopped humans, to the spirit world. There. You could see the old spirits of the house now. They swirled around you and Billie. One maniac-looking girl reached out to grab your hair, pulling you to her sharply.

“Billie!” A scream tore out of your throat as she gripped your hand.

“I know!” For a second, Billie closed her eyes then opened them, a bright, white light flaring up around you two. The ghost screamed and fell back. Billie spoke about her “white light” often, but you’d never seen her in action before. It was equally mesmerizing and terrifying.

Billie hugged you, pressing your head into the crook of her neck, perhaps to stop you from seeing the violent ghosts. “Don’t be scared. I’m right here,” she whispered into your hair, kissing your forehead. “I promise, darlin’. Nothing’s going to hurt you.”

You mustered up the courage to say, “I’m not.” And you weren’t. Billie’s husky perfume filled your nose, erasing the scent of rotten floorboards. Her silky blouse pressed against your body, and you ran your hands up and down her back. In the eye of the hurricane, you were safe.

Billie scooted you toward the door, gripping it and yanking it open. You both fell into the daylight—the wonderfully bright and warm daylight. It took a couple minutes for you both to get your breath back but when you did, you sat up and laughed breathlessly, your shock falling away. “Well, damn, babe, you didn’t tell me it was gonna be that eventful!”

“I know. I’m so sorry. Are you alright, honey?” Billie ran her hands over you, checking for any injuries. “You were so brave and strong.”

With another laugh, you pushed her hands away. “I’m fine, I promise! But if I could make a little suggestion?”

“Anything.”

“Next time we go to a haunted house, we go to a calmer one? I think visiting one with dogs and cats would be much better, don’t you think?”

Billie’s eyes widened before glittering with amusement. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to yours. The taste of your earlier dinner was faint, but god, was it delicious. “You are magnificent, my darling.”

“I know.” You stood up, dusted yourself off, and reached for her hand. “C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s go home.”

Hand in hand with your wonderful lover, you walked away from the Murder House, never to come back. The dark energy left you with each step you took as you walked towards a better day, a better life with Billie.

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scribeofmorpheus · 6 years ago

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Safe by My Side

Paring: Dean Winchester x Reader

For the SPOOKTOBER 2018 Competition

Requested by @smallmarvel : For your Halloween fic celebration, could I request a little Dean Winchester x reader where they go to a haunted house and Dean is acting all cool but one of the jump-scares get him? And the reader ends up "protecting" him in the haunted house even though Dean said it'd be the other way around.

Words: 3167

Warnings: Playful teasing, uhhh??? Maybe pining? Maybe?

A/N: I wanted the reader to have this playful (almost flirtatious) banter between herself and Dean and I’m not sure if I succeeded but I loved making Cas pop out of nowhere and trying to make it a little more outrageous each time. I sorta changed up the jump scare bit, but it still kinda counts. I haven’t written anything Dean-centric in years so I may be rusty, this was written with the younger, less tortured Dean in mind.

The younger Winchester brother had dark circles under his eyes and was buried beneath a mound of papers and books. He looked exhausted.

"According to the news reports, several people were found dead after visiting a Haunted House attraction in Iowa. Eyewitnesses say they all just collapsed and turned pale. The current theory is that they all suffered from cardiac arrest," Sam informs you and Dean about the latest string of strange deaths that caught his attention. "Which is odd because all the victims seemed perfectly healthy."

Dean offered a cup of coffee to Sam -who accepted it graciously- before he took a sip from his own steaming cup, he looked far more rested than Sam, although you could tell he too was not at his best because he had let his scruff grow out more than usual. You had opted for tea that morning in fear of having a caffeine overdose -your hands were shaking plenty as it was.

"Young, healthy people suddenly dying of heart attacks… sound familiar to you?" Dean quirked a brow at his brother, undoubtedly a reference to a previous case they had worked. "We thinking Reapers again?"

Sam simply shook his head, "Official reports said heart attack, but have you ever seen a heart attack do this?"

Sam pointed at his computer screen and both you and Dean leaned in closer to get a better picture. An image of one of the victims was on display on an online forum run by fans of the occult. The image showed a young man, skin drained of almost all colour, his eyes red and hair a ghostly shade of white. A look of pure horror frozen onto his face as his lips were permanently set in a forever scream.

"Yikes," was all Dean said.

"Yikes indeed, which also means cause of death is not a heart attack or a Reaper."

"Wait, so what you're saying is that this demon or whatever it is, is literally scaring people to death?" You asked, slightly ruffled by the idea of being scared to death. Chills, unwelcomed, crawled up your spine and caused gooseflesh to spread over your skin.

Dean noticed you shiver slightly. His cheeky smile was obscured by his coffee mug.

"Don't worry Y/N, I'll keep you safe," he nudged you playfully with his elbow, and despite the teasing tone, you noticed a hint of seriousness in his eyes.

You rolled your eyes and let out a soft sigh, serving out your signature blend of exasperation and sarcasm. You tried really hard to hide the small smile that tugged at your face muscles but being around Dean always made you feel more vulnerable, exposed. It also made it so you'd have to constantly fight off the blush in your cheeks and the dazzled glint in your eyes every time you were close to him.

You had been an ally to the Winchester brothers for going on two years, and even though you and Dean had undeniable chemistry (like two magnets pushing and pulling against each other), neither of you dared explore it further.

They were hunters and, even though it wasn't by choice, so were you. Besides, Hunters rarely got their happily ever after. And in all honesty, you weren't sure you'd be able to survive it if anything ever happened to Dean while you guys were together.

"The mighty Dean Winchester, my hero..." you teased him back after you managed to compose yourself.

The two of you held eye contact for a while until Sam awkwardly cleared his throat, making you jump a little as you took a seat next to him to look over several newspaper articles on his laptop. An article headline revealed that the house attraction was located on carnival grounds.

"Oh, Sammy-boy, carnivals. Best keep you away from those clowns," you joked.

Sam smiled a little before putting on a serious face, "Please, stop calling me Sammy-boy."

"Not a chance!" you wiggled your brows playfully as you took another sip of your tea.

"The day Y/N stops calling you Sammy-boy, is the day Dean gives up pie," Cas chimed in nonchalantly from the upper floor of the bunker. You and the boys gasped from freight, not expecting Cas to pop out of nowhere like he always does.

"Jesus, Cas! We talked about this. If you keep on popping out of thin air unannounced I'm going to have to put a little bell on your neck so we know when you're around!" You lectured the adorable trench coat wearing angel. He gave you a confused and apologetic look.

"Where would you find a bell large enough? I apologise, Y/N, I simply came here for this book," he held up a book he previously didn't have in his hands and without a word of warning, he blinked back out of sight.

"Oh, and one more thing," Cas popped back in front of you. "Hold onto this for me." He handed you a small ancient looking pendant and then disappeared again.

"Sure," you replied to thin air. "Aaand he's gone."

"Well, that was a very insightful visit..." Sam deadpanned.

"So, everyone up for a road trip to Iowa?" Dean tossed the keys to the Impala gently in one hand.

Sam grumbled, obviously not too keen about the prospect of running into clowns, especially since it was the Halloween weekend. You, on the other hand, were slightly more optimistic. You got to solve a case and celebrate Halloween with two out of three of your favourite people, Cas was away handling 'angel duties' as he had put it. You hadn't seen him in one place for longer than 5 minutes in almost two weeks.

***

When you finally arrived in Iowa and got settled into a quaint but minimalistic motel, you and the boys decided to go to a diner to get something to eat.

"So what's the plan?" You asked as you watched Dean stuff his face with the most outrageously sized burger you had ever seen while Sam gulped down his first cup of coffee of the day.

"Well I was planning on doing some more research at the motel," Sam informed you.

You smiled into your coffee cup, stifling your laugh before it could surface. Sam rose an eyebrow at you while he moved his salad about with his fork.

"What?" He asked feeling a little self-conscious.

"Afraid of running into any clowns, Sammy-boy?"

Dean smiled like a smug squirrel with cheeks full of food at your jab.

"No, just afraid of being stuck with the two of you while you trade flirtatious banter."

Dean choked on his food and your eyes went wide as a blush spread across your face.

“Well that sure as hell shut you up,” Sam leered with delight at his quip.

Once Dean finished with his burger he added: "So I guess that means you and I are going monster hunting."

You turned to him with some alarm in your expression, "Wait… but we don't know anything about this monster. Or how to kill it. If we even can kill it!" You whisper shouted.

Dean rose one brow and tilted his head with a suggestive smirk, "Don't worry. I promised to keep you safe, didn't I?"

You leaned closer to him, "Dean Winchester, my knight in shining armour." You teased

Sam groaned into his coffee.

"Oh, brother..." He whispered before looking towards a waitress and saying: "Check please."

***

"So what's the plan?" You asked Dean as you made your way towards the haunted house.

"I was kinda just going for See monster: attack it."

You shook your head, "Not a plan for that. A plan for that." You pointed at the flashing lights blinding patrons from the windows, blaring otherworldly recordings of screams and cackles next to dozens of paying visitors dressed in costumes of all shapes and sizes.

Finding the real monster on an ordinary occasion would be difficult as is since you didn't know what it looked like, but with the added difficulty of everyone being disguised, that elevated things to near impossible. Not to mention the obvious jump scare attractions and disorienting lights and sounds blaring from the PA system.

Having a third pair of eyes would have been beneficial, but Sam doing research was equally important if you wanted to figure out how to kill this monster.

You unknowingly huffed with exasperation, not looking forward to the cat and mouse act that was undoubtedly going to play out.

Dean didn't seem as bothered by all the potential problems that could arise and simply gave you a nonchalant shrug. "Well in that case, how about: hear a scream, run in that general direction?"

You clapped sarcastically, "Bravo, good to know we're all in good hands."

"Oh, you wish you knew how good these hands were," Dean winked.

You gasped before playfully jabbing his side, making him clutch his side with a coughing laugh, "Ow, your elbow is so sharp… and bony."

“It’s sharpened by years of having to listen to your terrible excuse for wit, Winchester.”

“Wow, Y/N! You wound me?” He placed his hand on his heart dramatically.

“Come on Romeo,” you shook your head at his theatrics. Dean was always more playful around you. You loved that feeling, knowing you brought out a side of him people rarely saw.

As you made your way through the entrance a glum-looking attendant stopped you with a cardboard Stop sign.

"Fifteen dollar entrance fee beyond this point. Halloween special weekend requires patrons to be in costume for free entry." He delivered his lines in a very drowsy monotone, clearly unhappy at his current employment.

"Fifteen dollars?" Dean barked in disbelief, his mouth agape when he looked at you with shock.

"I've got this," you whispered to Dean as you sauntered over to the attending clerk and gave him a heart-melting smile. The clerk didn't look up from his desk so you cleared your throat. He finally looked up, his face caught off guard by the charming smile you had on.

"My friend and I didn't know we had to wear costumes, you think you could, maybe, let it slip... Just this once?" You flipped your hair. When he looked like he wasn't going to budge, you leaned closer and dragged your finger against his name tag. "Please Chad. It would mean the world to me!"

"I'm not supposed to… Company policy," he shrugged apologetically.

You leaned closer and whispered as though you were conspirators, "Aww, come on Chad. I'd be really grateful."

The clerk blushed and stammered a bit, "I- I wish I could but..." He averted his gaze, too shy to look you in the eye for too long.

Dean grumbled disapproving beside you, it sounded a little jealous to your ears. You would be lying if you said that didn't make you feel a little wily

You over exaggerated your pout. Then you saw a stack of name tags laying on his desk. "Hey, can I borrow those?" You pointed at the stack of name tags.

"S-sure..." he handed them to you.

"And a pen?" You batted your eyes innocently. Chad handed you his pen.

You jotted down two names and stuck them on your and Dean's jackets. Yours said 'God' and Dean's said 'Lucifer'.

Dean just gave you a very unimpressed look and you simply wiggled your eyebrows, "What? Too soon?" You joked.

You turned back to the attendant, "Now we're in costume."

The clerk looked between you and Dean and then back to the name tag stuck to your left breast pocket of your jacket, "I guess that counts."

"Thanks, Chad!" You winked gleefully as you made your way into the haunted house.

You heard the clerk whisper something to himself and then Dean cleared his throat and said, "Hey, Chad, eyes back on your magazine pal."

You beamed at his overprotective streak.

***

As you searched the house, slightly tense with anticipation of some sort of scream or attack, you and Dean made small talk as you walked from one overly dramatized room to the next.

"So, you and Chad were chummy. You gonna ask him out on a date? Maybe hunt a poltergeist." Dean huffed, pretending he wasn't jealous.

"No, definitely not." You said straight-faced. Dean's green eyes lit up as a smile danced across his lips. "Vampires are more appropriate for first dates!"

Dean's smile faltered and his ears turned red slightly. You snickered.

You twirled to stand in front of him, "Oh please, Dean Winchester. You know I only have eyes for you." You jabbed, imitating your flirtatious eyelash bat from before.

Dean sighed as he ran his hands through his well-maintained scruff, but then he saw something that made him grin. With curiosity, you turned around and yelped with sudden freight.

"Fuck!" You gasped as a giant animatronic scarecrow looked down upon you.

Dean laughed, holding his sides. "You should see your face."

You punched him playfully, "Jerk! You know I hate scarecrows!"

Dean parried your playful punches and ended up griping you cross-armed against his chest. He didn't notice how tightly your back was pressed to his chest until he felt your body move along with the resounding vibrato from his deep laughs.

He let you go and cleared his throat, his hands unsure of whether to stuff themselves in his jeans or his leather jacket. You wiped the awestruck look from your face and tried to let the smell of the smoke machine wash his musk away from your brain. It was futile. You tried to return to your playful demeanour from before.

"Come on, Mr Funny Guy. Let’s go before I beat you to death with this guy’s robotic arms," you pointed to the scarecrow, making sure your eyes didn't land on its face.

"I'm shaking in my boots."

You scowled at him in faux anger and he shrunk his neck and held up his hands.

"Ladies first," you urged him to open the door.

Dean complied and as soon as the door swung open, a creepy 6 foot Easter bunny with different sized red eyes and blood-stained teeth popped from its hidden trigger switch -a bloodied fake knife in one hand.

Dean laughed at the jump scare and turned to give you a triumphant look. As soon as he did he shouted, "Jesus, Cas!" as he stumbled onto the floor from surprise.

Cas was practically covered from head to toe in black ooze. His clothes partially singed and his torso home to two daggers.

"What the hell happened to you?" Dean asked from the floor.

"Hell happened," he said monotonously before turning to you and asking, "Do you still have that pendant?"

"Yeah," you fished it out from around your neck and handed it to him.

"Thank you. Oh and be careful, I'm pretty sure the only thing that can kill your monster is a ceremony dagger blessed by a witch doctor steeped in alligator blood."

"Alligator blood?" You asked. "Where would we get--"

Cas pulled out a 9-inch knife and handed it to you.

"Thank Sam," was all Cas offered in response before blinking out of existence.

You waltzed over and kneeled next to him, offering your hand. "Don't worry Dean, I'll keep you safe from the big, bad killer Easter bunny… Oh, and the harmless trench coat wearing angel too."

Dean tried to hide his smile when he picked up the irony of your words, but you saw it nonetheless. He accepted your hand, but before you could help him to his feet he pulled you down towards him and cupped your face close to his. And after a tantalisingly long pause, he kissed you passionately, knocking the air right out of your lungs. When your kiss broke your lips were partially kiss-swollen and your face had a blank expression. He had literally rendered you speechless.

"So that's what that’s like," He said hoarsely.

"What?" You asked in a splendorous daze, your whole body tingling.

Dean smirked, "A moment of quiet."

You were snapped out of your moment of elation by his retort and scowled at him again, slapping his chest as you untangled yourself from his strong arms.

"Oof!" He protested.

"Ha ha, Winchester," you helped him off the ground.

When you were standing close together again the both of you tried to hide your blush when it dawned on you both what just happened. You both stepped away from each other clumsily, averting your eyes from each other's faces.

"We've got some hunting to do." You said frantically as you practically shoved the knife at him, storming ahead as you tried to shake the memory of what just happened away.

After some uncomfortable silence, Dean tried to lighten the mood again, "Are you blushing under that scowl?"

You rolled your eyes, "Say's the guy who was jealous of Chad!"

"I wasn't jealous of Chad!" He denied your allegation childishly, waving the sharp knife around dangerously causing you to bob around the knife.

"You know, I don't know how I feel about someone as jumpy as you swinging that sword around."

"It's not a sword and I'm not jumpy!" He waved the dagger again causing you to duck this time.

"I dunno, at this point I feel like I'd be safer with Sam by side. Clown phobia and all!" You quipped.

"Yeah, unless our monsters happened to look like scarecrows or clowns, or both!" He retorted. “Clownish Scarecrows! Ooh, Scarecrow Clowns! Wouldn’t that be something?”

You sighed and turned to Dean. Leaning close to him so he let his guard down. He stalled for a moment, unsure of what you were about to do.

The energy between the two of you had shifted, become more electrified now that you both knew what kissing the other felt like. Your toes were still tingling, but now wasn't the place to address his rash actions and your equally rash acceptance of them. When your lips were merely a hairsbreadth away, you snatched the giant knife and used his weight to flip him onto his back.

"Nevertheless, I still think it'd be better if I took over the role of the knight in shining armour." You said sweetly while he grunted from the impact of the fall.

"You know, it may be nice to be the damsel in distress for once," Dean joked as he picked himself up.

"Shall we?" He asked.

"After you." You replied.

***

After that night, you and Dean had found it increasingly easier to share more quiet moments together, much to Sam’s chagrin since he usually had to deal with your blatant flirting and innuendos while he was around. Cas just found the whole situation confusing.

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halevetica · 5 years ago

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Help(Ineffable Husbands/Supernatural)

Loud banging pulled Sam from the book he was reading. It sounded like it was coming from the door of the bunker. They never got visitors though. No one knew about the place and those who did, knew how to get in.

"Dean?" Sam called standing to his feet. "Cas?"

Dean emerged from the kitchen, a hand towel thrown over his shoulder. "Not us," he shook his head with a frown. Cas stood behind him equally as confused.

The banging persisted.

Sam pulled his gun from his back and made his way up the stairs.

Dean and Cas stayed below but Dean pulled his gun which was stashed under the war room table.

Sam opened the door to see Crowley burst in with an unconscious Aziraphale in his arms.

"Sam, please, I-I-I need your help," Crowley was practically sobbing.

Sam holstered his gun and allowed Crowley in. "What happened?"

"He...f-fell," Crowley tried to control his stuttering as he carried the unconscious angel down the stairs.

"Come on, bring him in here," Dean urged Crowley to follow him to one of the empty rooms.

"How did he fall?" Cas asked, touching his hand to Aziraphale's head.

"I don't know, one second we were talking over a glass of wine and the next he..."Crowley choked on his words. The sound of Aziraphale's agonizing cry haunted his memory.

"He's been marked. Sandalphon," Cas frowned, taking his hand away.

"He was always jealous of Aziraphale. But I didn't think he could make an angel fall," Crowley's hand gripped Aziraphale's as he spoke.

"He has a lot of sway; he must have worked a spell. Sort of how Metatron did to lock us all out before," Cas explained gently.

"What do we do?"

"How long has he been out like this?" Sam asked next.

"I worked a miracle to knock him out. He was so distraught. He's not cut out for this. He's good," Crowley's tone was sad and angry at the same time.

"I'll visit heaven, see what I can learn," Cas turned to leave the room, but Dean's hand caught the angel's arm.

"Be careful, Cas," Dean's tone was full of concern.

"Feel free to rip off Sandolphon's wings for me," Crowley spat.

A beeping sound came from the kitchen, altering Dean.

"I'll be back. Crowley help yourself to a drink, the bar is across the hall," Dean gestured to another room before hurrying off.

Crowley could have used a drink, but he didn't want to leave Aziraphale's side. As if hearing his thoughts, the once angel's eyes opened.

Sam had to hold back a gasp at the almost clear cat shaped eyes. It was an odd sight on the soft angel.

"Aziraphale," Crowley gripped his hand harder.

"Where-where are we? Sam? Are we in Kansas?" Aziraphale asked, looking around the room.

"I didn't know what to do," Crowley waited anxiously for Aziraphale's response. He could go either way. Earlier he had been angry and hostile.

"Oh, yes, I-I remember now," Aziraphale's head dropped as the memories hit him.

"How are you feeling?" Sam dared ask. He put a gentle hand on Aziraphale's shoulder.

"I'm a demon now, Sam. You don't have to pretend to be nice to me," Aziraphale spat before flinching back at his own tone. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be so..."

"It's okay. Dean went through something similar. You may technically be a demon, but you're still Aziraphale and you're still our friend," Sam offered gently.

"I can't be a demon. I don't understand. I didn't do anything wrong. It's been years since I rebelled and I'm falling only now, it doesn't make sense. I didn't sign up for this. I don't want this. How am I meant to go on?" Aziraphale's tone started as a desperate plea and ended in a nasty sneer.

"Cas went to find out what happened-"

"Sandalphon is what happened. The bastard has always been jealous of you," Crowley piped up then, his own tone nasty. It hurt him to see Aziraphale so bitter and angry and it only fed his anger and hatred more.

Dean walked in then with a cup of tea. "I don't remember how you like your tea, but I remember you rather liked the matcha green tea Sam drinks, so I made you some," Dean held it out hopefully.

Aziraphale took the tea but didn't say anything.

A heavy silence filled the room as the once angel sipped at the hot liquid. Crowley hated to see the pain in his eyes.

"How am I meant to be a demon?" Aziraphale looked to Crowley as if he might have the answer.

"I don't know, angel-" Crowley cut himself off. He couldn't call Aziraphale that anymore.

Tears pricked Aziraphale's eyes at the name, only making Crowley feel worse.

"Aziraphale, how do you feel about lasagna? I just took one out of the oven. Made salad and homemade garlic bread as well," Dean spoke up. He knew how much Aziraphale had loved to eat.

The once angel perked at the idea of food. "Oh I haven't had lasagna is ages."

Crowley could have hugged Dean in that moment. Food. Why hadn't he thought of that. Food always made Aziraphale feel better.

"And I have an apple pie in the oven too, and we have ice cream to go with it," Dean continued as he held a hand out for Aziraphale to take.

"Oh that sounds delightful," Aziraphale nodded, taking Dean's hand.

Crowley stayed back a moment longer, trying to keep his tears at bay. Seeing his angel so distraught was hard for him. He wouldn't love Aziraphale any less, but it was because he loved Aziraphale that he didn't' want this for him.

When he finally reached the kitchen, he paused in the door way to watch as Aziraphale lit up at the plate Dean placed in front of him.

"Oh it smells heavenl- Well, like perfection," Aziraphale cringed at the term he almost used.

"Crowley, dear, won't you have some?" Aziraphale asked, looking up with those cat eyes.

Crowley swallowed, but before he could answer Sam was shoving a large glass of bourbon into his hand.

"Bourbon was your thing, right?" Sam offered a smile.

The demon only nodded.

Sam placed a glass of wine in front of Aziraphale then.

The once angel lit up again as he tasted it. "Brunello, my favorite," he smiled at Sam.

Crowley watched, like he always did, as Aziraphale thoroughly enjoyed the food.

Dean's phone rang, breaking the silence and pulling him away.

"This is delightful. Dean is really becoming a great cook. The things he could get someone to do with a meal like this is..." Aziraphale trailed off with a frown. That wasn't how he typically thought. He should have thought about all the ways he could feed the hungry or how he could help the local farmers by buying fresh ingredients.

"That was Cas. He knows the spell that was used and it can be reversed," Dean said walking in with a large smile.

Crowley practically deflated with relief.

"Oh, that's wonderful news," Aziraphale lit up once again.

"How about a slice of dessert to celebrate?" Dean asked, taking the pie from the oven.

Crowley had to down half his drink to keep from crying. He would get his angel back. Not that he would have ever abandoned Aziraphale, but this wasn't the true Aziraphale.

"Thank you," Aziraphale beamed at the plate of pie and ice cream.

As he dove in, Crowley pulled the hunters out of earshot of the angel.

"Thank you, both. You didn't have to help me. I know I'm not exactly...in a place to ask for it but...truly thank you."

"You've never done anything to warrant unkindness," Sam placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Besides, you guys helped Cas a time or two as he tells it. You're friends, celestial beings or not," Dean agreed.

If you had asked Crowley a year ago if he would ever consider the Winchesters as friends, he'd have laughed in your face. But life had a funny way of playing out it seemed.

Consider buying me a coffee, I would really appreciate it!

#good omens #go #crowley x aziraphale #supernatural #spn #Sam Winchester #dean winchester #Castiel #Cas #one shot #ficlet #my writing-H

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Philophobia

Title: Philophobia

A/N: And finally I release the fic that’s been sitting in the back of my mind forever, but I never had time to work on. I hope that after all the time you’ve waited it’s good enough.I’m sooooo glad I could finally get this out.

Summary: After the reader saves Dean and accomplishes her first djinn kill, the drive home in a celebratory mood, pushing aside the fact that Dean almost died. But later on, the dream the djinn gave him is still haunting Dean, and each of them shares more than they would’ve normally wanted to. Word Count: 3,010

He had never been good at feelings, and he knew it all too well. It was one of the many imperfections in his character. Whenever he sensed someone getting close to him- aside from Sam and eventually Cas- it was his natural instinct to push them away- no matter how churlish and tragic it was- before they got to close for their own good.

“In this lifestyle,” his father had told him “there’s no room for chick-flick moments.” he spat the words out like poison. And with those words, the old man had stunted his motherless son of ever having a true, caring anchor in his life. It would have been different. He had told himself night after night. If mom hadn’t died.

But then he met her. He couldn’t even begin to describe what she was like to him. A maternal figure, a sister, a hunting partner, and his best friend all rolled into one. One moment he would wake up to the aroma of apples, and she’d tell him with a flushed face that she had been baking a pie just for him, and the next she would be decapitating vampires by his side and laughing at his corny, less than appropriate jokes. Not really romantic, he knew. But still enough to make him feel something. Because even with his near tattered flannel shirt hanging loosely from her frame, splattered in blood and dusted with the dirt and grime that comes with this life, she was still more beautiful than he could ever begin to imagine. And as she dragged his drunk, sorry ass home from the bar, he felt his heart flutter in his chest, even with the alcohol in his system. She made him feel things he had never imagined he’d ever feel. And he knew it needed to stop before someone got hurt.

By this case, however, was already too late.

You both knew that you were biting off more than you could chew, working on this case, just the two of you. Sam had insisted on coming along, but you only scoffed, telling him he needed a break, and you were happy to get to see a new monster. Despite how long you’ve been working with them, you had never dealt with djinn before, though Sam and Dean had, and you were excited to get lessons from the elder Winchester brother. So you and Dean set out on your road trip, laughing and singing, trying to push back the fear of what could very possibly happen.

This morning, you had woken up before Dean, stolen one of his flannels, and knocked on the door to his motel room. He had opened the door, still groggy with sleep, and you handed him a cup of instant coffee you had made. He couldn’t stop the smile that lit up his face at your sweet gestures.

“I’d get you pie, too, but it’s not like this place has any.” You soon set off to the warehouse you suspected the djinn was hiding out, unaware of what was to come.

Now, Dean sat, tied to an uncomfortable chair, hands tied behind his back as the djinn holding him captive walked slowly in circles around him. His nose was already dripping with a bit of blood due to the strike to his face that knocked him out for only long enough to give the djinn time to tie him down. Somewhere along the way, the two of you split up to try and find the monster, and he couldn’t help his mind wander to you, wondering if you were okay. Part of him was glad that he was the one here and you were most likely away from harm. But he also worried that, while tied up here, he couldn’t protect you from danger. God knows what he’d do if you got hurt on his watch. He flashed a smile at the female djinn, hiding his fear with charm. “So, what’s going on here? You gonna kill me or what?” The djinn only smirked, stopping her walk around him.

“Oh, deary, eventually. But first, let’s see what scares you the most.”

“Oh, so you’re one of those bastard offshoot versions of a djinn. You feed on fear, huh?” He forced out a laugh. “Go ahead. I’m not scared of you.” The djinn leaned down, a finger on Dean’s chin and eyes examining his face closely.

“Ha. It seems like your deepest desire and your worst nightmare are connected.” Dean was about to open his mouth with a snarky comment, but the djinn cut him off by slapping a piece of duct tape over his mouth. “You talk too much, ya know?” Dean grunted behind the tape. “Who’s this precious (Y/N) on your mind?” A malicious smile ripped across the djinn’s face as she saw the look of fear shatter his once confident face. Before he could cover up his worried face, the djinn’s poisonous touch washed over him, sending him into a dreamy state.

“Dean!” You laughed as he spun you around, pulled you into his body, and pressed your mouths together with a smile. You laughed against his lips. “I made pie.” You nodded towards the counter, presenting him a slice of the fresh apple pie- his favorite.

“Oh, baby. You’re the best.” The bunker was illuminated in a slightly gold light from an unseen source as Dean held your hips firmly against his own, backing you against the counter in the kitchen and diving into your lips again. “I love you.”

“Dean. Oh, Dee, baby. I love you too.” He smiled and dug into the pie, happily, watching your eyes light up, hoping for compliments.

“This is really freaking good.” You only smiled modestly, face flushed at his compliment.

“Thanks, I made it just for you.” His felt heart swell, more full than it had ever been before in his life. It felt as if he was about to burst. “Dean? What’s up?” He snapped back into focus, seeing your big, beautiful eyes watching him with worry.

“Nothing. Just… don’t ever leave me.” Dean smiled down at you, and you smiled back, relieved that nothing was wrong.

“I’d never think of it.” Before he could capture your lips in his own again, the scene twisted manically, and suddenly you were lying in the dark, a few feet in front of him, blood pooling around you as demons circled you, taking their turns torturing you. Their blades sliced at you delicate skin, leaving deep cuts that bled and bled without stopping, and they mocked Dean with their black eyes, grabbing you in ways only Dean should be able to. He tried to hurl himself at them, ready to fight but found himself unable to move. He was frozen- metaphorically and literally, and could only cry out for you.

“(Y/N)!”

“Dean… Help! Why can’t you help me?” The torture got even worse, your cries became raspier, louder, and more desperate as the wounds become more severe. Dean felt his throat close up, his eyes filling with the hot tears that he has held back for so long. Your arm bent back in an unnatural position, a sickening snap filling the dark room, shortly followed by cries of despair. Dean tried to call out, but his voice failed him once again. “It hurts! Why can’t you end it, Dean? Dean!”

“Dean?” Your voice was just under a whisper, as you looked around nervously.

You rounded the corner, gun gripped tight in your hand, ready for combat. You’d tried calling out for Dean, but he never responded, so there was only one explanation. He was captured. Wherever the djinn had taken him, you’d find him, you knew you would.

“Night, night, lover boy.” You snapped into attention, hearing a sickeningly sweet voice coming from a door ahead. That must be them. You crept forward, keeping as silent as possible and going over your plan in your head. If she was in here, you’d shoot at her to distract her from Dean, and then you’d get up close and stab her with the blood-dipped knife, killing her. You took one last breath and pushed open the door, taking aim at the woman- djinn- across the room, firing at her shoulder.

“Stay away from him!” She looked up, hardly phased by the bullet wound.

“Oh, you’re the little (Y/N) that Dean cares about so much, huh?” She circled you slowly, like a cat stalking its prey. Ignoring the glow in your heart at the thought that he cared about you, you lunged forward, taking the Djinn by surprise and grabbing her, lamb’s blood knife at her throat. “Oh, it doesn’t matter if you kill me now, I’ve already got him in a dream. And guess what. You’re the star.” You couldn’t stand listening to her any longer, plunging the knife into her throat and looking towards Dean.

“Dean.” He had a pained look on his face, suffering from whatever dream- or nightmare- the djinn had him trapped in. You rush to him, untying his wrists and shaking his shoulders, willing him to wake up from whatever fantasy world he was trapped in. “Dean, wake up!” You felt him trembling under your touch and continued to call out to him, unsure as to what to do. This was your first time dealing with anything djinn related. Dean had mentioned something about an antidote earlier, but he must’ve kept it on him. You dug through his pockets furiously, finally pulling out the one thing that could save him. You were quick to inject it to him, watching him intently for any signs of him waking up. His expression softened, and he stirred slightly, eyes fluttering open. “Dean…” You let out a breath of relief, dropping your head into his shoulder and wrapping your arms around him. He returned the hug slowly.

“(Y/N)...?” He sounded broken, scared, even. He took a moment to examine the room, a question in his eyes, before realizing what must have happened. He smiled at you, eyes red with tears. “Damn, you did good kiddo.” And just like that, his walls were back up, as if seconds ago he wasn’t near breaking down right in front of you. You wondered what could have been so bad that he was crying, but you didn’t want to pry, especially considering the circumstances.

“Damn it, Dean. You had me so fucking scared.”

“Well, it looks like you had it all under control on your own. I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling particularly homesick right now. Let’s get out of here.” You smiled, helping him up.

“Please. But maybe we could stop for food? I’m starving.”

“Oh.” He chuckled, as if everything was suddenly perfect, draping an arm over your shoulder softly. “You read my mind.”

The night dragged on slowly after that. You had gotten back to the Impala and cleaned each other up, not wanting to walk into a 24-hour diner covered in blood and dirt before you settled in the passenger seat and your trip back home began. The first part of the drive was quiet, a nice quiet. You slept through most of it, finding the sunset and early dusk calming. By the time you woke up, the stars were out, and Dean was listening to classic rock on a low volume. Finally feeling energized for the first time since the hunt, you sat up, cursing your fucked up sleeping schedule.

“Woah, look who’s up!” Dean laughed from his side.

“How long was I out?”

“Only two hours. But I think it’s time for food, don’t you? Gotta celebrate your first djinn kill.” He smiled over at you, and you felt a burst of happiness through your body that he was proud of you. You had come so far since you first started hunting with them. “There’s a diner up here, wanna check it out?”

“Yeah, let's do that.” Half an hour passed, and you were finally clearing out of the neon-lit 24-hour diner after devouring some of the most unhealthy food you’d probably ever eaten, laughing hysterically at Dean’s cheesy jokes and funny stories. Stories about pranks he had pulled on poor Sammy had you snorting your drink. “Yeah, times were simpler then…” His sentence trailed off, but you didn’t want it to dampen the mood and cheered him up quickly. With your stomachs full and a celebratory mood filling the night air, you left the diner with a burst of energy and drove for a few minutes, blasting classic rock the whole way.

Your eyes fixated on his face, studying the features of his jaw, the day-old stubble and the cuts from the most recent hunt. You wanted nothing more than to curl into him and cry, try to forget the feeling in your gut when you thought you may have lost him. You were both far too young to die. And as you looked over at the man beside you, belting along to the music blaring out of the stereo, you felt the same giddy excitement as you had the moment you sat across from him in a booth at the 60’s era diner, cheekily sipping from his milkshake. You knew this feeling, and you knew you had to do something. “Hey, Dean-o. Pull over here, please?” He looked around, trying to figure out why you’d want to pull over here of all places. It was practically the middle of nowhere, just plain open land, the moon casting a soft glow over everything. Beautiful.

“Pull over? I thought you would be in a rush to get home.” Even as he questioned you, he agreed, pulling to a stop at the grassy side of the road. You cast a glance towards him, searching for the right words.

“I… I just wanna look at the stars.” ...and tell you something… Pushing the thought aside, you justified your claim. “It’s not often I get to stargaze, ya know?” Dean laughed, opening his door.

“Stars? Aww. You’re a nerd, (Y/N).” You smiled and exited the car, walking around to lean against the front of the hood with Dean. “Hey, come ‘er.” He helped you to sit on the hood, and you couldn’t help but laugh giddily. It was as if your teenage fantasies were coming true with the man of your dreams.

“We’re gonna sit up here? Really? I didn’t expect you to let me do that. This is your baby, after all.” He smiled, scooting himself back and leaning back against the windshield.

“Well, you get special privileges, alright?” You leaned back with him, your heart pounding in your chest. “So this is what you find fun, huh? Looking at the stars?” You looked up. It was a perfectly clear night, crisp with autumn breezes, and the stars glistened far above your figures. In your head, you imagined them cheering you on. Come on (Y/N)! If not now, when? You might never get the chance.

“Actually, Dean. The stars aren’t why I wanted you to pull over.” Deciding it would just be easier to keep talking, you continued quickly. “Tonight, I thought I lost you. And I realized that I don’t want to lose you.” You took a moment to compose yourself. “I… I love you, Dean.” You didn’t expect a reaction, let alone an answer, and you weren’t waiting for one. But, after a moment of letting it sink in, he shocked you by sitting up and turning to look you in the eyes with urgency, uttering one small word.

“Don’t.”

“What?”

“(Y/N), please. I care about you so, so, so much. You couldn’t even imagine it. But, for your safety...”

“Dean…”

“No, (Y/N), I care about you, I really, really do! Hell, I don’t think I ever cared about someone romantically as strongly as I do about you. But have you met me?” He laughed, such a bittersweet noise. “Do you even know what you’re getting yourself into? Have I ever had a good relationship? Do you know how long it takes me to open up to someone? Shit, (Y/N), I’m horrible. I’m scared of love, of all things.” He was breathing heavily by this point, obviously stressed out about just the thought of it. Not knowing what to do, you lay a hand on his knee in a consoling manner.

“Dean, I’m sorry. You don’t need to respond at all. I just needed to tell you. I wanted to tell you in case anything happens and you…” you couldn’t even bring yourself to finish your sentence.

“But I want to give you a response. You deserve one. I just need you to understand this. Do you know what happened in the dream the djinn had me in? We were together. God, it…” His voice cracked and the sound of it broke your heart. “It was great, (Y/N). We were so in love. But you got hurt. I let you get hurt. And there was nothing I could do to stop it.” He stopped his reflecting and looked back up at you, eyes filled with tears. All the emotional barriers were torn away, and you were seeing what he really felt. “So baby, I want to love you. But you need to help me break down the walls, okay?” You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and letting his face rest between your shoulder and neck. You could tell he needed this. After a moment, you pulled back, and he promptly pressed his lips against yours softly. It was a short, sweet kiss, unlike anything you expected from him. You couldn’t help but giggle a bit, and Dean’s face lit up.

“Dean, I promise. I’ll help you, alright?” He smiled through his tears. You’d never seen the eldest Winchester so vulnerable, and you felt special that he would trust you enough to let his walls down. “I’m yours, Dean Winchester. And you, and all of your mess of emotions and fears are mine.”

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All: @theredheadedwinchester , @solis200213, @music-lockscreen , @bella-ca

Dean: @samanthaharper2018

#dean winchester #spn #supernatural #dean x reader #reader insert #dean x you #dean x y/n #philophobia #dean

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