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inknopewetrust ยท 2 months ago
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๐–๐ž๐ฅ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐Š๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ญ๐จ๐›๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’! ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ญ๐จ๐›๐ž๐ซ ๐ˆ ๐š๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐ข๐ฉ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ง, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ˆ ๐š๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐จ, ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ž๐ฑ๐œ๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐! ๐๐ž๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐ˆ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐œ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐ž๐š๐ซ. ๐ˆ ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฉ๐ข๐ž๐œ๐ž๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ญโ€”๐ฐ๐ž ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ž๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐Ÿ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ, ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ?
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๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค ๐ข๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–+, ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ. ๐๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฏ๐ข๐ž๐ฐ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ๐ข๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐.
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๐Ž๐œ๐ญ. ๐ˆ - ๐Œ๐ข๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ซ ๐’๐ž๐ฑ [๐ƒ๐ž๐š๐ง ๐–๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฑ ๐…๐ž๐ฆ!๐‘๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ]
๐Ž๐œ๐ญ. ๐ˆ๐ˆ - ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ž๐๐ข๐ง๐  [๐’๐œ๐จ๐ญ๐ญ ๐Œ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฑ ๐…๐ž๐ฆ!๐‘๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ]
๐Ž๐œ๐ญ. ๐ˆ๐ˆ๐ˆ - ๐๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ฌ๐ž ๐Š๐ข๐ง๐ค [๐€๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐“๐š๐ซ๐ ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ๐ž๐ง ๐ฑ ๐…๐ž๐ฆ!๐‘๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ]
[๐”‰๐”ฆ๐”  ๐”…๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ž๐”จ]
๐Ž๐œ๐ญ. ๐•๐ˆ - ๐’๐ž๐ฑ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ง [๐ƒ๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ƒ๐š๐ฏ๐ข๐ ๐‹๐จ๐ค๐ข ๐ฑ ๐…๐ž๐ฆ!๐‘๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ]
๐Ž๐œ๐ญ. ๐•๐ˆ๐ˆ - ๐•๐ข๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ [๐„๐๐๐ข๐ž ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ฑ ๐…๐ž๐ฆ!๐‘๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ]
[๐”‰๐”ฆ๐”  ๐”…๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ž๐”จ]
๐Ž๐œ๐ญ. ๐ˆ๐— - ๐‚๐ก๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  [๐’๐œ๐จ๐ญ๐ญ ๐Œ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฑ ๐…๐ž๐ฆ!๐‘๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ]
๐Ž๐œ๐ญ. ๐—๐—๐ˆ๐— - ๐‚๐จ๐œ๐ค๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐  [๐€๐ฅ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ž ๐’๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ฑ ๐…๐ž๐ฆ!๐‘๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ]
๐Ž๐œ๐ญ. - ๐‡๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐’๐ž๐ฑ [๐’๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ž๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ฒ ๐ฑ ๐…๐ž๐ฆ!๐‘๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ]
๐Ž๐œ๐ญ. - ๐Œ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐›๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง [๐ƒ๐ž๐š๐ง ๐–๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฑ ๐…๐ž๐ฆ!๐‘๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ]
๐Ž๐œ๐ญ. - ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐‘๐ข๐๐ข๐ง๐  [๐‚๐จ๐จ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ ๐‡๐จ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ฑ ๐…๐ž๐ฆ!๐‘๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ]
๐Ž๐œ๐ญ. - ๐…๐จ๐ซ๐›๐ข๐๐๐ž๐ง [ ๐–๐ข๐ฅ๐ ๐‚๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ฑ ๐…๐ž๐ฆ!๐‘๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ] [๐‘๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐š๐ฅ ๐ƒ๐š๐ฒ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ]
๐Ž๐œ๐ญ. - ๐‹๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ž [๐ƒ๐ž๐š๐ง ๐–๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฑ ๐…๐ž๐ฆ!๐‘๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ]
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๐…๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ, ๐ˆ ๐ฆ๐š๐ฒ ๐š๐๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐ฌ. ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐ง๐ž๐ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’โ€”๐ง๐จ ๐ญ๐š๐  ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐›๐ž ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ง๐จ ๐ซ๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐›๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐.
๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐›๐ž ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐š๐ญ ๐Ÿ•:๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ ๐๐Œ ๐‚๐’๐“, ๐”๐’๐€, ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฏ๐ข๐๐ž๐ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฏ๐ž. ๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐š ๐๐š๐ฒ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š๐ง๐ฒ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐จ๐ง, ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐›๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ž๐ ๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ง๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ฏ๐ž๐ง๐ข๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž.
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zepskies ยท 1 year ago
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Series Masterlist - Smoke Eater
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Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Readerย 
Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but heโ€™s also known to break a few hearts. Heโ€™s starting to crave something heโ€™s never had, though. Something stable. Something real.ย 
Thatโ€™s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.ย ย ย 
AN: "Smoke eater": a self-appointed slang term for a firefighter.
Get ready for an AU! Several SPN characters will make their appearances: Sam and John Winchester, Castiel as "Cas Novak," Ellen and Jo Harvelle, Jack Kline, Benny Lafitte, Gordon Walker, Meg Masters, Chuck Shurley, Nick (yes, even him), and more!
Series Tags/Warnings: (**18+ only!) There will be a lot of heart, a lot of fun, drama, heartbreak, protective Dean, and even a murder mystery. Rating for eventual smut, perilous situations, and other chapter-specific tags.
๐ŸŽต Listen While You Read:
The Smoke Eater Playlist: YouTube || Spotify
Chapters:
Part 1 - Class and Style - Podcast Version!
Part 2 - Lieutenant Winchester
Part 3 - Got a Hold on Me
Part 4 - Rocky Road
Part 5 - Twitterpated
Part 6 - Just Casual
Part 7 - Cherry Pie & Lemon Drizzle
Part 8 - Likewise, Baby
Part 9 - Do Not Disturb
Part 10 - Toil and Trouble
Part 11 - Heart of the Home
Part 12 - All in the Family
Part 13 - Boiling Point
Part 14 - Message in a Bottle
Part 15 - The Good Part
Part 16 - Break Down the Gates
Part 17 - The Real Deal
Part 18 - V for Vendetta
Part 19 - Sacrifice
Epilogue - Easy as Pie
Series Complete!
Bonus One-Shots:
Something Real** Now that you and Dean are officially engaged, you take some much needed time off together for a family vacation. But even with the wedding set for next year, the two of you are still at odds when it comes to one key part of your future togetherโ€ฆ
(Want to listen to the podcast version? Keep scrolling below!)
๐ŸŽ™๏ธ Podcast Fics:
Listen to Part 1 in podfic form!
(A "podfic" is where you can listen to the story narrated.)
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(Cover image and narration by @talltalesandbedtimestories)
Or listen to the official Idling in the Impala episode of Smoke Eater Part 1 on YouTube:
Or listen on Spotify.
Listen to the Idling in the Impala podfic episode of the sequel story, Something Real below:
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watchthedeadboys ยท 3 days ago
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The history book on the shelf
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Is (not) always repeating itself
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Supernatural vs Dead Boy Detectives
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1asbrightasthestars3 ยท 2 months ago
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I'm going to fucking kill myself
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moose987 ยท 4 months ago
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Why does this ๐Ÿ‘† also work for them ๐Ÿ‘‡
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integra1127grimmreaper ยท 2 years ago
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*PARTNERS IN CRIMEย Pt 1
*Maybe Baby - P.I.C Pt2ย 
*Love, Pissed Situation - P.I.C Pt3ย 
*Partners In Crime, Partners In Life, Partners Forever - P.I.C finalย 
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moose987 ยท 1 month ago
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Itโ€™s giving when Dean meets a siren that takes the form of a male detective while hunting for strippers ๐Ÿคท iykyk
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supernaturalistthings ยท 8 months ago
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Roadhouse
Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Warnings: +18 contains smut
Summary: You have had feelings for Dean Winchester for a while and never thought you guys would be more than friends but on a case Dean's jealousy gets the best of him and the truth comes out.
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You set your takeout box on the desk and sigh, putting a hand to your head to rub between your eyebrows looking for some kind of stress relief. Detective Bass eyes you and sets his takeout box on the table separating the two of you and leans in, setting one of his hands on the table. His gaze is intense and it puzzles you further.
โ€œWe will figure this outโ€ he finally says
He was partially correct, he just had the wrong โ€œWeโ€. You and Dean would figure this out, you had been on this case for two days now and still hadn't pinpointed what exactly was attacking the women in this town. You were utterly exhausted, this cheap pencil skirt keeps riding up, the fluorescent lighting is giving you a headache, and the autopsy results are starting to blur.
โ€œHey you want to turn inโ€ he says, reaching around the table to rest his hand on your thigh. Don't get it twisted, Detectives Bassโ€™s sharp features, dark hair, and lean build could make any woman's head turn however you have had a certain hunter on your mind and had for a while now. As if on cue you hear a familiar voice say
โ€œHope i'm not interruptingโ€ Bassโ€™s hand flinches back as Dean stands in the doorway with his hands in his pockets.ย 
He tensely walks forwards and takes a seat on your side of the table. Straightening his suit out as he does. He sends a look laced with daggers into your profile and you tense. You know he's as annoyed about this case as you were and try to let it go.
โ€œYou're not, we were just finishing up actuallyโ€ You reply. You stand up and start to gather the files on the table when you look over. Dean's eyes aren't on you but on the detective across the table, His jaw is locked and his hand is clenched in a fist so hard that his knuckles are turning white. You turn your attention back to the papers and then look up and make direct eye contact with the detective. He was looking directly at you with his hand running over his bottom lip and chin, if you didn't know better you'd say that was lust in his eyes.
โ€œWell it's been a pleasure working with you tonight Agent Seagerโ€ฆโ€ he says referring to you, โ€œ... it's just been wonderfulโ€ He reaches a hand out intended for you to take, and you do. You shake his hand and he looks so deeply into your eyes, he might be able to see through you.
The silence is interrupted by Dean clearing his throat and standing and reaching his hand out to shake the detective's โ€œPleasures all mineโ€ their hand meets and the tension is palpable. Dean is intense right now and it makes Bass shift on his feet. Your confusion was probably written on your face. Dean drops his hand but not his gaze and you put your hand on his upper arm to break the match. Dean looks at you annoyed, rolls his eyes and starts making his way towards the door with you following behind. You try to match his pace as you two hastily head toward the exit.
The big exit doors open and as soon as they do Dean turns back and without saying anything grabs your hand and starts literally walking you to the car. You're struggling to keep his pace and your mind is racing at his touch, but also his demeanor and why it is the way it is. You both come upon the car. You open the door and get in and slam it behind you, fueled by Dean's attitude. He does the same and you finally cut the tension as the engine roars to life and he pulls out of the parking lot.
โ€œWhat is your issue?โ€ You say snarkily
He says nothing and stares at the road ahead, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.
โ€œWhateverโ€ you say after realizing from the length of his silence that he had no intention of answering your question. You sit and contemplate what you could've done to annoy him so much and anticipate seeing the motel come into vision. But it doesn't. A run down roadhouse does. Probably even the gnarliest bikers wouldn't even touch this place yet, here we are. You snap your head in his direction the second he parks and say
โ€œWhat in the actual hell are we doing here?โ€ He rolls his eyes and looks over in your direction in one swift motion. He looks down your entire body and back up again to meet your eyes. This isn't unusual. You have caught him doing it before but never so blatantly and certainly not while harboring such annoyance for you, or what you thought was annoyance. You had always wondered if it meant anything to Dean the way you hoped it had.
It was hard to care that he was annoyed with you when he looks as stunning as he does. His tie is now loose, his jaw is sharp, his hair is slightly tousled from running hand through it occasionally on the drive to the roadhouse. It was possible you were also giving him a subconscious once over and he must have noticed. He smirks and his eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes.
โ€œI'll forget you let Detective Bass have the pleasure of undressing you with his eyes if you join me for a drinkโ€ he says still smirking and with a bluntness that stirs something inside of you but you're quick to retortย 
โ€œI didn-โ€
โ€œYes or no..โ€ he says interrupting and without breaking eye contact, still smirking.
Your mind is racing with all the possibilities right now, swimming with all the endless ways this night could unfold. All you can say is
โ€œYesโ€ with that he grins a jackpot smile and opens his door to get out you're too stunned to move when your door opening breaks you from your thoughts. You turn and see Dean's hand stretched out for you to take. You follow your eyes up and meet his green ones and they're a shade that you've never noticed before with an apparent sparkle. You take his hand and allow him to lift you out of the seat of the impala. He shuts the door behind and you and you take one last glance at each other before you both head hand in hand into the rundown roadhouse.
He opens the door for you and and you're confronted with a loudly playing โ€œNight Movesโ€™ by Bob Seager, rainbow strobe lights and the smell of cheap beer and cigarettes. You look over at Dean with a look that says really? and he saysย 
โ€œOh cmon, give it a chanceโ€ and with that he takes his hand that was previously holding yours and grabs your waist and pulls you to him. You're tucked firmly into his side and he walks the both of you over to the bar and orders a beer, a shot of whiskey for himself and a tequila cran for you. Your favorite, he noticed.
The first round comes and goes and so does a second and half of the third before you need a bathroom. You wait for Dean to finish a genuinely engaging story, all of them have been you love just talking and getting to know him without the thought of the world's doom on your shoulders. Right now it feels like only you two matter and every word that spills from his beautiful lips fuels this. You say you'll be right back and he smiles as you silently slightly struggle to lift yourself off the seat, It felt like you had been on for way too long.
You make your way to the bathroom and open it up and find it's not as gross as you were expecting. Shocked and pleased, you head to the sink and look at yourself in the mirror. Your hair is slightly disheveled from running your hands through it while talking with Dean, your dress shirt had opened an extra button and your skirt was becoming a little too short. You looked kinda hot in a messy sort of way but you decided to straighten yourself out and splash some water on your face to hopefully offset the alcohol coursing through your system at the moment.
You rest your hands on either side of the sink and try to compose yourself with use of your reflection when the door you thought you locked behind you opens and shuts. You quickly turn around to face the intruder and are met with Dean. He's staring at you in a way that takes your breath away and urge to curse him out for barging in. He looks at you the way you've always wanted him to look at you. Heโ€™s breathless himself when he slowly reaches his hand behind him to turn the lock on the door.
His eyes don't leave yours. He takes a few steps forward until you can feel each other's breath fanning over each other's cheeks. You can't think of anything else other than the hue of his green eyes, the few freckles he has, and how kissable his lips look.
โ€œYou drive me crazyโ€ฆ and you have for a while nowโ€ he says as he lifts his hand to brush some hair from the sides of your face.
โ€œWhat-โ€ you say, feeling like you're gasping for air.
โ€œI can't see you with anyone elseโ€ฆ ever'' there's a brief silence and then he tilts his head and whispers against your neckย  โ€œi adore youโ€ฆ you have no idea what you do to me..โ€ his hands slowly and tenderly grasp your waist and youโ€™re having trouble deciphering if this is actually happening or if that third tequila cran has you hallucinating on the sidewalk somewhere. All you know is his hands feel really real on your waist and his breath on your neck travels all the way down to where you want him most, that also feels very real.
โ€œSay anything..pleaseโ€ฆ I'll take anything right nowโ€ฆโ€ He pulls back without taking his hands away from your waist, thankfully, the feeling is electrifying. His face has a tinge of worry of doubt and you can't stand it.
โ€œI feel the sameโ€ฆโ€ You say taking the sides of his face into your hands. You watch as the doubt is erased from his face and that jackpot Dean Winchester grin creeps its way onto his face once again.
โ€œ...I have for a while nowโ€ you say with your own grin. Proud of stealing his line and finally admitting your feelings to the man you adore. He leans in, sealing your lips and in this moment it feels fate. His hands move from your waist to the sides of your face as if he can't possibly get enough of you. The kiss is passionate, tender, everything you both ever wanted. Your hands ignite wildfires across each other's bodies as you explore and feel what you had both wanted more than anything for a long time now.
He places his hands on the sink behind you, caging you in and breaks the kiss to look down and steady himself. He feels ravenous right now and it's taking everything in him to not rip your clothes off and take you right here. You're not making it any easier as that is exactly what you want right now, it's exactly what you need. He looks up with his mesmerizing green eyes and says
โ€œYou have no idea how bad I want you right now...โ€
โ€œNothings stopping you...โ€ you say in a whisper hovered against his lips while you regather the sides of his face into your hands. He kisses you again but this time with no sign of an end or hesitation. You pull his tie with both hands until it's undone and throw it to the floor. The kiss is feverish and intense. You love the feeling of him and he feels the same.
You start to undo the many buttons on his dress shirt and he starts to do the same to you almost as if in a race. You fling it off his shoulders and pull it down his strong arms. You help him slide yours down your shoulders and sneak a quick glance as it falls to the floor. You're both panting, desperate for air but even more desperate for each other. He carefully moves his hand over your breasts through your bra and just like that you're a moaning mess.ย 
โ€œI want to see youโ€ฆ all of youโ€ he says as he puts his hands back to your waist and turns you so you're facing the mirror. He unclasps your bra while standing behind you and slides the straps off your shoulders and as you watch as it falls off your frame onto the floor. He's kissing your neck and has his hand on the other side. His free hand is trailing its way from your nipple, to your stomach, to the ends of your now very ridden up pencil skirt.
He pulls it up all the way to your stomach and starts rubbing you through your panties. Soft circles to match the soft wet kisses all over your neck, the other hand moves down your chest and cups your breast and massages. His touch is euphoric and all you want is him. You can feel that all he wants is you from his hardness pressed onto your backside.
โ€œYou'll never want another man after what I'm going to do to youโ€ฆ I can promise you that sweetheartโ€ฆโ€ he whispers against your neck, while continuing to place soft hypnotic kisses, and rub circles over your clothed clit. You can see yourself unraveling through what glimpses you can catch in the mirror. You're rested against his toned chest with your head thrown back and eyes screwed shut moaning and gasping out Dean's name. He has just found his new favorite song.
When he pulls away, you snap your head to look in the mirror just to catch his devious eyes before he turns you once again to face him. He leans down and simultaneously reconnects your lips and lifts you so you're resting on the edge of the sink. His hands are on your thighs and he's standing between them. You guys are kissing all over each other. It's heavenly. You're both grinding against each other and you start to undo his pants and tug them down. He helps and pulls them the rest of the way down.
He's already hard and he's big. Bigger than you'd ever had. You take him into your hands and start pumping him eliciting a string of moans and grunts that only fuels you more. Heโ€™s wanted this for so long and it was about to happen. He takes himself from you and looks at you with a question, are you sure? You nod wanting nothing more. He smiles and kisses you again. He hooks a single finger around your panties and moves them to the side. He slides himself along your slick folds, relishing the feeling.
He slightly pushes the tip in and moves in and out slowly giving you time to adjust. He's panting and gasping at the tightness. You're grasping at his shoulders and loving the sensation. He pushes in further and you're singing his name in praise. He starts to move and then moves feverishly. You both have wanted this for so long you can't get enough. Youre hand are running everywhere over eachothers bodies and hes holding you in his strong arms as he fucks you. You can feel yourself unraveling and judging by the slight sloppiness of his thrusts, he's almost there as well. You tighten around him and cum which seems to set him over the edge and the next thing you feel is him spilling out of you.ย 
You're both a mess and simultaneously rest your heads on each other's shoulders trying to catch your breath.
โ€œThat was-โ€
โ€œAmazingโ€ he cuts you off and picks himself off your shoulder still breathless and gives you a quick kiss. Neither of you move, unsure if you ever wanted to leave this bathroom, this moment. You just stay in eachothers eyes for a bit.
โ€œWe should get goingโ€ you say with a smile crossing your arms around his neck
โ€œSo eager for round two?โ€ he replies with that signature smirk grabbing your waist and pulling you off the sink to stand. He holds you there.
โ€œIf that's what it takes to get us out of this place faster than absolutelyโ€ you say with a laugh and it earns one from him as well. You both redress yourselves, helping each other along the way. Youโ€™re both smiling and giddy and it's just comfortable.
You both go to walk hand and hand out of the roadhouse bathroom and as soon as the door opens you're both greeted with an embarrassingly long line of skeevy bar patrons, all shooting daggered stares you and Dean's way.ย 
โ€œWorth itโ€ he says while looking at you, dare you say lovingly.
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xan-izme ยท 1 month ago
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Dubble life 13 (ATSV x reader x batfam)
summary: You can't get a break. Not even for a second
TW: Angst, mental health issues, cursing, hallucinations, mentions of death
Bruce was the world's greatest detective. And a father. So, he was bound to pick up on a few things. He had suspicions of you hiding something. But he assumed it was due to it being an effect of losing your mother.
But ever since Jason began to stay at the manor longer than a day or two(which was surprising) he began to notice small things. He began to notice how you two would often be together. Not as often as you were with Damian of course. But wherever you were Jason was there as well.
He assumed you two were just getting along. And he was happy about that. But he would catch you two giving each other small knowing looks. The two of you whispering to each other or giving each other signals.
Yes, everyone else in the house does this with each other as well. But the way you and Jason would do it was more like a secret. A secret only you two would have with each other. Maybe it was some inside joke or some odd bonding thing you two had.
Bruce tried not to pry into your life too much. Especially after the argument you two had.
But the more he sat and thought about the argument instead of sulking. Something he said to you ticked you off. Of course, his words got you pissed, but he has this, itching feeling that his words meant far more than you led on.
So, he put you in therapy. And might have bribed the therapist to install a nanny-cam so he can see and listen in on your sessions. . . yes not his most honorable moment. But that itching feeling just kept growing and growing.
So, every session you had. He was watching. And he was slowly seeing you in a more, brighter light. You would laugh as you crack up jokes. Your smile made him smile. The way you would play with some of the toy's Mrs. Dean had warmed his heart. (He might have bought a few dozen plushies to give to you soon)
You spoke about him. And you had no resentment. You even spoke about how you wanted to apologize to him. How you felt like you were in the wrong.
Bruce honestly felt like he didn't deserve you at this point. You were so kindhearted. You spoke about him and everyone else with so much love.
But don't think Bruce didn't pick up those small moments of hesitations. When Mrs. Dean would try and dig deeper into you in any emotional way involving just you. There would be this, small pause that felt like more than a minute. The look in your eyes. The same look he saw you with at that party with your mother's side of the family.
He knows that look far too well.
You hate yourself.
This realization. Kind of broke him a little. His little girl hates herself. Why didn't he see this sooner? he feels like a fool. He's trying to piece everything together. Why would you hate yourself. Your perfect. A little broken. But that just makes Bruce love you more.
As he's trying to piece things together. To understand fully of what was going on with you. There were always blank spots that he couldn't fill in. This was a puzzle. I not a hard one but not easy either. He was able to dig deeper in on you.
He went as far as to hacking into your phone. Yes. His overstepping it but he wasn't going into your messages or socials. Only your call history and photos. It was very sad to see most of your recent calls were to your mother's number, of course those calls were not answered.
Your photos were filled with family pictures and- odd. Pictures that seemed to be in an almost hidden file was filled with unfamiliar faces. He scans the faces through his system. But he found nothing. That, that was odd.
Tim walked into the Batcave, he wanted to report to Bruce and tell him he was going to be playing games with you tonight instead of going out on patrol. As he walked down the stairs. He hears what sounds like a recording of a woman talking.
He's brow arched up curiously as he reached the bottom of the stairs. Bruce doesn't seem to notice him yet.
"You don't seem to be the type to hold a grudge."
The voice of the woman who spoke just now was unfamiliar to Tim.
"Oh no. I hold grudges."
Another voice spoke. Younger. It sounded a lot like. . .
"If I fully give you my trust and loyalty. I expect it not to be broken or abused."
It was you. A recording of you speaking to someone. Why would Bruce be listening to this.
"Uh . . .Bruce?" Tim finally spoke up. Bruce turns around, looking a little like he was caught off guard. Too focused on listening to the recording. Tim walked closer looking confused.
"What are you-" Tim was cut off as your voice was heard once again.
"If I give my trust and loyalty to someone. I give them my heart."
Tim frowns. He's realizing what Bruce was listening to. "Is that- Are you spying on Y/n's therapy sessions?"
Bruce was quick to shut off the recording. Letting out a deep sigh.
"Weren't you the one who didn't want us to invade her privacy?" Tim was reasonable. You going to therapy is actually a good thing, because at least someone in their family was going to therapy.
But just to find out Bruce was spying on your sessions was just. . . disappointing.
"For a good reason." Bruces statement just angered Tim even more.
"Good reason? Bruce, she's a 16-year-old girl who's pouring her heart out to someone you paid to listen to her problems. If you were going to just going to do this. Talking to her would have been a better option." Tim crossed his arms with a deep frown.
"She won't talk to me Tim. . . she's hiding something." Bruce sighed as he looked back down at the recording.
"That doesn't mean you should be doing whatever this is!"
As Tim and Bruce argued, Dick came down with a box of pizza and a smile.
"Hey, I brought Pizza-" Dick cut himself off as he stumbled upon Tim and Bruce arguing.
"Whoa, whoa. What's going on here?" Dick walks up to the two with a slight nervous smile. Tim doesn't look all too happy.
"He's been spying on Y/n's therapy sessions!" Tim's words caused Dick's smile to slowly drop.
"Oh. . . oh Bruce that's not. . ."
Dick was trying so hard not to give Bruce a look of hard judgment. But in his attempt to do that his face forms cringe.
A school trip to a museum was giving you Daja'vu from your last field trip. Didn't go well due to the result of getting bitten by a spider and having long-lasting trauma from there on out.
You stared at a painting, a spider devouring a butterfly who was unfortunate enough to be caught in its web.
"Kind of a sad painting don't you think?" Someone spoke up.
You turn your head and see Jason. You don't seem surprised; you slowly turn back to the painting.
"Didn't think paint museums were your thing." You say as your eyes stayed trained on the spider eating the poor butterfly. Jason couldn't help but chuckle. "What do you think my thing is exactly?" He asks as he tilts his head while staring at the painting with you.
"Bird cage maybe. Isn't that where a bird like you should be?" You spoke almost mockingly. "Actually, I feel like that painting over there would be more of your taste." Your head jesters to a painting behind the two of you. Jason glanced back to see a painting of a bird being attacked by a black snake with green eyes.
What was painfully ironic about the painting, was that the bird was a robin.
". . ." That was a personal jab. Jason would usually get angry and curse someone out. But this was you, and he honestly understands your hate. Even when you say something cruel, he knows it's not aimed to him directly. But to yourself.
Jason stared back at the painting of the spider and butterfly. Then stared at you. You stared at the painting with, sympathy . . .?
No. Thats not it. Empathy maybe?
"The butterfly, do you feel bad for it?" His body facing you while his eyes stayed focus on your expression.
"It's the spider I pity."
Jason's brow raises from your words. "The spider?"
You stay silent for a moment.
"People hate the spider, for something it can't control. Kind of unfair if you ask me." Your stare didn't seem to be focused on the painting, seeming to be beyond that.
"Your weird" Jason mumbled. Not fully understanding what you were meaning.
Suddenly your spider senses spiked up. You were quick to grab Jason and pull him away causing you two to fall to the ground, right before a bomb was set off.
Jason was quick to get onto his feet
"Stay." Was all he said before running off. You got off the ground and scanned the area before running off to try and help others to get up and evacuate. Your spider senses were going crazy. People were screaming and the building was shaking.
you were so distracted you didn't notice something rolling to your feet. A smoke bomb. But the moment you noticed it, it was too late. Red smoke exploded into your face.
The sound of a ticking clock, the lights dimmed. You were in a chair, blinking a few times. Trying to process how you got here, you look up to see Mrs. Dean. Sitting on the chair across from you.
". . . Mrs. Dean?" Confusion was quick to take over you.
The air felt eerie, and oddly damp. You glanced around and see your in her office. You see Mrs. Dean talking. Her mouth moving but you heard nothing.
"I- I can't hear you-"
"Do you blame yourself?"
You stayed silent for a moment, Confused. You were getting this, unsettling feeling, causing you to grip the onto the chair you seem to not be able to get off from.
"What?" You spoke, almost in a whisper
"Well, it's quite common in this situation for a patient to feel a sort of guilt"
Your brows furrowed by Mrs. Deans statement.
"What situation. . .?"
Mrs. Dean doesn't answer. She freezes almost. No movement. Like she's been paused.
Your surroundings glitch.
And you're standing outside. In the rain, ruins around you. You couldn't process anything. Because you were staring down.
Starring down at a motionless body. The face. She doesn't have a face.
Where is her face. She's supposed to have a face, right? why doesn't she have a face? What is it supposed to look like?-
. . . who is this?
Your supposed to know who this is. But you don't. Why can't you remember? This isn't right. . . .
different faces glitch onto the woman. But none of them were right.
Why can't you remember?
what's wrong with you?
Why can't you remember?
Suddenly your body began to move. Your hands slowly move up to reveal blood. Your breathing increased, panic, dread. Utter dread.
"AAAAHHHHH!!!"
"Shit!" Jason struggled to hold you down. Bruce shouted for Dick to open the pod to get you out of this hallucinating state you were in due to the fear toxin. Your blood curdling screams echoed throughout the Batcave.
Your body thrashed as you screamed and cried. Your screaming was throwing Jason off. And it hurt. It hurt seeing you like this more than he would think. Bruce took hold of you and told Jason to grab a syringe to knock you out.
Bruce held onto you tight. You screamed out.
"Please! No- NO NO PLEASE NO!"
Jason ran back with the syringe and stuck it into your neck. You flinched, your head falling back as your eyelids slowly close.
"Mama . . ." You whispered, only audible for Jason and Bruce to hear. Giving the two men a few seconds of silence before Bruce quickly carried you to the pod.
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l1tw1ck ยท 2 months ago
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Not a Suspect
Bottom!Dean x Top!Male Reader
โ˜† Word Count: 1,292 โ˜†
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probably ooc/plot dependent, I haven't watched in a while ๐Ÿ˜ญ
CW: Non-Con, First Time Bottoming, Anal Fingering, Humiliation, Overstimulation, Semi Rough Sex, Blood Mention, Daddy Kink, Creampie
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โ€œWhat the hell do you think you're doing?โ€ Your hand is pressed against Deanโ€™s neck, his back against the wall. You lifted him a few inches in the air in order to meet your eyes. You caught him snooping around your room.
โ€œI- I thought this was my uncleโ€™s house!โ€ He smiles sheepishly. You're so much stronger than he is, he wasn't expecting to be put in a chokehold. โ€œThe door was unlocked soโ€”โ€
โ€œSave it. Iโ€™ve seen you and that other guy hanging around town snooping for information about that incident. You must think Iโ€™m a criminal, huh?โ€
โ€œThat's not the case, sir, I umโ€”โ€
โ€œDid you come to that conclusion after you searched my things?โ€ You click your tongue then look him up and down. โ€œIโ€™ll let this slide though. As long as you make it up to me.โ€
โ€œI uh, I have forty dollars-โ€
โ€œHmm.โ€ You place him on the ground and turn him around. You grab his wallet from his back pocket and find an ID. Your old jobs gave you the skill of knowing what's fake and what's real. โ€œOf course. I knew you weren't a real detective.โ€ You laugh.
โ€œIโ€™m an undercover investigator!โ€
โ€œUh huh.โ€ You find a secret pocket and find his real ID. โ€œThere we go. Dean Winchester.โ€
Deanโ€™s ears burn red. He can't believe he's in this situation and that he can't fight back, something about this is making him feel timid. Sam warned him not to do this but he didn't think he'd feel so helpless against you. Heโ€™s fought much stronger and scarier creatures than you but it's different when it comes to humans. You can't figure out their motives so easily.
You drop his wallet and lean over, unbuckling his belt then forcefully pulling his pants down. โ€œHey! What are you doing?!โ€ He flails around defiantly.
โ€œStop moving.โ€ You use his belt to tie his wrists together.
โ€œIโ€™m not gay!โ€
โ€œYou really think I care, sweetheart?โ€ You pull down his boxers. โ€œBesides, Iโ€™m sure youโ€™ll enjoy yourself.โ€ You spread his ass open and spit on his rim before forcefully shoving a finger inside him.
โ€œFuck!โ€ He cries out. โ€œStop!โ€
You chuckle. โ€œI know your type. You gag at the mere idea of having sex with another guy.โ€ You force another finger inside him and start stretching him out. โ€œThen, once you do, you love it like the little slut you really are. Trust me.โ€
His entire face is red with humiliation. โ€œYou're wrong.โ€
โ€œWeโ€™ll see about that.โ€ You find his prostate. Dean moans, his knees buckling. If it weren't for your hand on his waist, heโ€™d probably fall. โ€œThere it is.โ€ You say gently, your husky voice making him feel strange. You continue to prod at his prostate, reveling in his strained whimpers. Heโ€™s trying so hard not to make a sound. He clenches his fists and aggressively bites down on his lip as you continue to pleasure him, although he doesn't want to admit that.
He will admit that it hurts. A lot. Dean rests his forehead on the wall. He hates how good it feels despite everything, your thick fingers stretch him out so well. His face is so hot it feels like he has a fever. โ€œAhโ€“โ€ Dean gasps. โ€œNo- noโ€”โ€ He shuts his eyes tightly and lets out a muffled moan as he comes, splattering the wall with his cum.
โ€œGood boy~โ€ You praise him, slowly sliding your fingers out. It feels like Deanโ€™s head is going to explode. โ€œIโ€™m a little too impatient to keep going.โ€
Dean gulps at the sound of your belt falling to the ground and your fly being unzipped. There's nothing he can do to stop you. You take out your hard length and press the tip against his rim. You lick your lips and begin to force yourself inside. โ€œYou're tight, baby.โ€ You groan, pressing your chin on his shoulder. His palms begin to bleed from how tightly he's clenching his fists, it's too painful for him.
โ€œFuckโ€”โ€ He breathes out. You're big.
โ€œIt hurts, doesn't it?โ€ You coo, reaching out for his weeping cock. โ€œLet me help you.โ€
Dean moans as you begin to roughly stroke his dick. โ€œSto- stopโ€“โ€ A single tear runs down his cheek. You're reaching so far inside him. He rolls his eyes back as you bring him closer to his climax.
โ€œItโ€™s all in, baby.โ€ You bottom out. โ€œHowโ€™s it feel?โ€
โ€œIt fucking hurtsโ€“โ€ He hisses, more tears running down his cheeks. โ€œYou bastardโ€“ ah~!โ€ He comes once again.
โ€œYou're cute when you whine.โ€ You slowly pull back then shove your cock back inside. Dean rolls his eyes back and lets out a slutty sounding moan. You grin and start thrusting in and out of him at a steady pace. You look at his beat red face, his mouth remaining open to let out his pathetic moans. โ€œโ€˜S good, isn't it?โ€
Dean shakes his head despite his body betraying him. โ€œNo- No~!โ€
โ€œYou're not good at lying.โ€ You place your hand on his throat, lifting his head up. โ€œAdmit it. You like getting fucked.โ€
He bites down on his lip and rips a bit of skin, blood trickling down. You lean in closer and lick up his blood. โ€œYou like how Daddy spreads open your tight hole, don't you, baby?โ€
He lets out a muffled whimper, his cock weakly spurting out another rope of cum.
You chuckle. โ€œI know Iโ€™m right.โ€ You let go of his neck and stroke his dick again. โ€œYouโ€™re just a pretty little cock whore.โ€
โ€œNnh- No-โ€ He moans. Dean is well aware of the fact that his lies are completely unbelievable. He doesn't want to like this at all.
โ€œYeah? You really think you're not? You think you're not into this?โ€ You laugh again. โ€œNo, Dean, you're a slut who loves taking cock. You love how it feels to have a cock in your ass. Admit it.โ€
โ€œI don't- I don-โ€ He pauses, drool spilling from his lips as you stroke his sensitive cock.
โ€œBe honest, slut.โ€ You rub the tip of his length with your thumb. Dean has another orgasm. Heโ€ฆHe really does like it.
He whimpers adorably. โ€œDon'tโ€ฆDonโ€™t stop.โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s what I thought.โ€ You say smugly, smirking. He shivers. You let go of his poor length and pull out. You turn him around and lift him up by his thighs, pushing his back against the wall. He looks at you in embarrassment as you slide your length back inside him and roughly fuck him.
Dean moans more freely than before, his eyelashes fluttering like a hand fan. He wraps his arms around you for stability. โ€œFuck~! Wai- wait~!โ€ He gasps.
โ€œI can't control myself, your cunt feels too fucking good.โ€
He mewls. You lean in and sloppily make out with him. Youโ€™re driving him insane. You slide your hand up underneath his shirt and rub your thumb against his nipple. He moans into your mouth. His nipples have always been sensitive but it feels even better in this situation.
You pull away and let out a groan. โ€œGonna come, sweetheart, right in this tight ass of yours.โ€
โ€œMmh- yes~โ€ Dean really feels like a slut now. You were right.
You chuckle and let out a low sound of pleasure as your thrusts slow to a halt, your cock spurting hot ropes of cum into his cunt. โ€œThere you go, getting your ass stuffed is a much better job for you.โ€ You pull out and drop him onto your bed. โ€œShould I call you a cab?โ€
He shakes his head. He doesn't want to leave. โ€œCan I stay?โ€
You chuckle. โ€œSure. And you know what? I know a few things about that incident you're looking into.โ€
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billiewena ยท 1 year ago
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THREE YEARS SINCE NOV 5TH, 2020 as summed up by Supernatural (sequel to this and this)
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[image ID: screenshots of Supernatural paired with screenshots of various tweets, news headlines and Tumblr posts.
A screenshot of Ed and Harry in SPN 3x13 Ghostfacers saying "You gotta be gay for that poor dead intern" with a screenshot of Misha Collins at the SPNNJ 2023 convention saying "I got a call from Warner Bros and they were like hey uh...is there any world you just let it go?" This is in reference to an incident in 2022 where Misha accidentally made headlines after a comment that seemed to be referring to his sexuality. His comments at this year's panel imply that the studio in fact did not want him to retract the comment and make the apology that he posted, but to instead just roll with it.
A screenshot of Bobby saying "Time travel?" and Dean saying "Yeah" in SPN 6x18 with a headline that says "Jensen Ackles' Explains The Winchester's Multiverse Twist & Supernatural Connection." This is about the series finale of Jensen's Supernatural spinoff "The Winchesters", in which it is revealed Dean and the Impala somehow traveled the multiverse to the alternate timeline the show takes place in.
A screenshot of Dean in SPN 15x08 saying "He's back, and he's out of control" with a screenshot of Misha Collin's first Tumblr post in seven years, a video with him and his brother being a public nuisance on public transportation. Also included are screenshots of various Tumblr users reacting with tags from various tumblr users. becauseofthebowties: "mishacollinsofficial tumblr account back from the dead???" myboobsarentsentientbeings: "this is the first thing he posts? after nearly 7 years???" casismybestfriend: "RED FUCKING ALERT MISHA IS BACK ON TUMBLR" cannabiscasgate: "who the fuck gave you back your password"
A screenshot of two news anchors in SPN 14x20, with one (named Jack) telling his co-host "I love you" and her replying "Jack?" with screenshots of the Destiel/Supernatural Confession meme trending multiple times this year with other current events topics like Russia, Titanic, etc. There is also a screenshot of a post by saintedcastiel that says "I cannot believe that since we started using the destiel meme as a breaking news alert that there hasn't been ONE destiel news anchor AU fic where they're co-anchors on the morning news. cas confessed on accident while they're on air and dean doesn't know how to respond so he just reads the next thing on the teleprompter."
A screenshot of Dean in SPN 5x14 as Cupid says "I-I was just following orders" with a screenshot of an anonymous Tumblr ask to user luxshine. The ask says "Hey! I was wondering if you have any updates on the LATAM dub situation and if you were/will able to contact the dub director". luxshine says "Hi! Well I could get the translator (you know, our dear rogue translator) and he told me that while he doesn't remember it completely (because he translates a lot of series) if Dean said "And I you" it's because the script he got said "And" I you" and the video he saw said "And I you" because he doesn't add stuff." This is in reference to a change in Spanish LATAM dub of Castiel's confession SPN 15x18, which added a line where Dean reciprocates, which was previously suspected to be a change added by the LATAM dubbing director or translator
A screenshot of a detective from SPN 8x08 saying, "[Chuckles] Whatever you say Scully" with a screenshot of the tumble blr blog ao3topshipsbracket's poll "AO3 Top Relationships Bracket - Round 2 Side 1" with Fox Mulder/Dana Scully (The X-Files) vs. Castiel/Dean Winchester (Supernatural.) In the final results from 51,514 votes, Mulder/Scully won by 53% and Castiel/Dean won by 47%. In early 2023, Tumblr added a polls feature which has led to numerous content, debates, and bracket polls similar to this.
A screenshot from SPN 11x15 where Dean says "No money, no glory" with a headline that says "Supernatural creator Eric Kripke gets 'zero' residuals from Netflix"
A screenshot of Dean rising from his grave in SPN 4x01 with a screenshot of a post from the official CW Supernatural Instagram with a clip from the pilot episode and the caption "And the story continues..." and a comment from a user that says "THE STORY CONTINUES?? WTF ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL US?? I HAVE ANXIETY YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME." For context, no one is sure if the post was supposed to reference new content from Supernatural or not but it has led to speculation.
A screenshot of SPN 8x01, with the onscreen lyric "Another year has passed me by."
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alltimefail ยท 2 months ago
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Hi @netflix and @warnerbrostv! I'd like to talk about the show Supernatural and how its history and legacy can provide some insight on why you should reconsider your decision to end Dead Boy Detectives after one singular season.
Supernatural is undoubtedly one of the most successful television fantasy franchises, but many don't know that it was nearly cancelled after season 2. Thankfully (and luckily) for the network they didn't go through with cancelling the show and by season 4 it was regularly breaking viewership records. A show that was nearly cut short in its prime - much like Dead Boy Detectives - became one of the largest and most recognizable fandoms across social media platforms between the years of 2010 and 2014. The show was so wildly popular that a confession scene between two of its leading characters (Dean and Cas) is STILL used today in a meme format to circulate everything from fandom news to world politics and current events. You can't go to a single comic-con without running into something relating to Supernatural, and ever since its conclusion there has been an opening in the market for a show to take its place.
I can say with absolute certainty that, given the proper time to flourish, Dead Boy Detectives would be the show to fill the spot Supernatural has left behind. It has loads of charm alongside a sensational balance of action, whimsy, heartwrenching character development, and horror. Furthermore it is objectively better with representation than Supernatural was, which is always something embraced in fandom spaces (which are diverse and filled to the brim with queer, neurodivergent, and/or a wide range of people of color).
I also think it's fair to remind you that one of your most popular "Nerd" shows, Stranger Things, is coming to an end after a 10-year-run, leaving behind yet another gap to fill, but this time on your very own platform.
It isn't too late to reconsider the cancellation of Dead Boy Detectives. The fanbase is dedicated and hungry for more, and we know you are currently sitting on finished season 2 scripts, making it impossible for the writers to take this story anywhere else for quite some time. The scripts are there, the cast, crew, and writers love what they do and want to make more... there's simply no reason to not give Dead Boy Detectives the chance it deserves - this time with an entire fandom that wants nothing more than to consume this show, market the hell out of it, and buy merch relating to it (another win for you).
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Oh and did I mention that Steve Yockey was a co-producer on Supernatural as well? You know, that wildly popular show I just told you about that lasted 15 seasons. You are sitting on a golden goose; Steve Yockey and Beth Schwartz, among the other talented writers, cast, and crew, know what they're doing.
Give this show its time and market it well and you will have a hit on your hands. Frankly just based on the steady, continual fandom growth since Dead Boy Detectives' release in April and the vocal outrage over its cancellation just in the last 24 hours, I'd argue you already have a hit on your hands that rivals several shows you currently have on your platform.
Dead Boy Detectives has one of the most active fandoms of the year - do the right thing by them and bring Dead Boy Detectives back. It isn't too late!
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โ€• pairing: sam winchester x plus size!reader
โ€• summary: sam winchester was never comfortable with pda, but while on a hunt, sam is shaken with the harsh reality that he's needy, and the only person that can fix it was you.
โ€• warnings: kissing, making out, dry humping, marking, teasing, needy sam winchester.
โ€• wc: 1288
โ‹† a/n: more old writing sigh, but i guess i can say i kind of like this one but i kinda didn't know a lot about sam's character when i wrote this because i was only in the earlier seasons then, but now since i've watched the show three times, i feel like i can say that i know his character like the back of my hand!
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You had no idea what was up with Sam that day, but he couldn't seem to keep his hands to himself. He wasn't usually a PDA type of person, opting to keep the kisses pg, meaning only cheek, temple, or forehead kisses. You had no problem with it, because if he wasn't comfortable with doing it out in the open or if he was afraid it would make him look unprofessional, you had no reason to try and push him to do anything he didn't want to.
When the affection happened in private, it just made it all the more special, both of your senses heightened and a lot more pleasurable when you two made love.
You never usually joined the brothers on hunts per Sam's request, only staying behind in the hotel room to offer some emotional support afterwards; but this time, you felt like going on an adventure. Dean was more than happy to humor you, but Sam was a bit more skeptical. He knew that you were your own person, that he truly had no say over what you did, so all the hunter asked was for you to stay close to him; easy enough, right?
At first it was a little difficult seeing how there were many places you three had to go, and it was giving Sam some anxiety, not only that, but he was feeling a type of way that he couldn't put his finger on. He thought it may have been is psychic abilities, but one touch from you and his skin lit on fire, he instantly knew that he was horny. When he got into your shared hotel bed together, his crotch pressed into you full rump, it took every bone in his body to not jump you right then and there, to keep his wondering hands placed tightly in yours.
You could sense something was off with your lovely boyfriend when you had gotten into the Impala, and instead of Sam sitting up front with his brother, he chose to sit in the back with you, one hand on your thigh. You found it a bit strange, but nonetheless welcomed the out of the blue affection. But you didn't welcome it when all of you split to go investigate different parts of an abandoned house, Sam hot on your heels.
As you were turned around, you felt Sam wrap his arms around your waist, his head buried in between your shoulder and your neck.
"Sam?" You questioned, the energy detecting device in your hand slowly lowering. He dragged his large hand down your fluffy stomach, resting it over the zipper of your pants. "Sammy?" You asked again, but this time your voice was higher pitched. He always acted this way when he was needy, but it was never out in the open like this, not when somebody could easily walk in and see your compromising decision.
"I justโ€” I just want you so bad. . . I don'tโ€”" Sam rambled, pulling down the zipper of your fly. "You couldn't wait to do this?" You breathed, your head slightly tipping back. "Why did you think I picked the farthest room in the house?" Of course he lead you hear with an ulterior motive, why wouldn't he? He was smart, strategical, and you'd be lying if you said that you were tempted to give in.
"Sam, we can't, I'm sorry." Your hands fell over his sneaky one's, pulling your zipper back up and placing his hands back on your waist. He audibly groaned when you turned around threw your arms around his neck. His pupils were blown out, his expression was that of a kicked puppy. "Baby, you know that I want this as much as you do, I always will, but not in public." You sighed, pushing some of his hair out of his face. "I know. . . Can Iโ€” can I just kiss you?" He asked, his hands sliding lower before resting on the swell of your ass.
"Dean's gonna be real mad that we haven't got anything," You teased running your fingers through his hair, but you showed no hostility as his lips ghosted over yours. "It'll only be for a couple of minutes. . ." He mumbled, pressing his lips onto yours. It felt so great to kiss you, like your touch was slowly extinguishing the fire that had been burning in his stomach for the past two days. He couldn't help that his palms gripped your ass aggressively, rubbing you crotches together. You moaned quietly into his mouth, Sam hiking up your thigh so that he could get a better angle. His growing erection was pressed against your heated cunt, the friction driving both of you nuts.
"You said only kissing. . ." You breathed against his lips, arousal becoming more prominent in your panties. He only groaned in reply, his head tipping back so that his neck was exposed to you. You attached your lips onto is most sensitive spot located just under his ear, Sam bucking his hips against you. You were muting yourself by making marks that wouldn't easily be seen, but Sam was forced to bite his lower lip to silence himself. The worst part about doing this in not only a potentially haunted house, was that it was extremely empty, sound basically bouncing off the walls. You knew Dean would never allow Sam to live this down if he were to catch the two of you.
The tingling sensation of an orgasm was barely in your grasp, but it was enough to detach yourself from his neck and collarbones, only placing a kiss there which your lipstick left a mark.
"Sam, ____?" Dean called out. "You guys got anything?" Your eyes widened as you pushed Sam off of you, giving him a look of apology. "Uhhโ€” no, there's nothing here!" You shouted back, licking your sleeve and wiping the makeup off his lips. "Alright well I explored all of downstairs and most of the upstairs and I got nothin', so I think we're done here." His voice was a bit closer, but now by a lot. "Okay! So are we gonna go?" You asked, straightening up Sam as he stood there with a stupid smile on his face. "Yeah! I'm goin' to be in the Impala, so you guys better hurry up!" He concluded, his voice growing fainter as he walked back down the stairs."Sam," You growled, "I'm going to kill you." You glared, now wiping off your lips for any smeared product.
"I'm sorry honey, I got a bit carried away." He apologized, but he didn't even sound remotely sorry. You just scoffed, grabbing your things with the intention of leaving. "Sure." He only laughed, following close next to you. "Don't act like you didn't like it," He teased. You only rolled your eyes, but it provoked a small grin on your lips. "Well I hope this'll sedate you until we get back home." You poked, both of you now walking down the old stairs. "Maybe, but seeing how your butt is looking in those jeans, I may be tempted to do it again." You groaned, "I'm going with Dean next time."
As you guys were about to get into the car, your eyes landed on your lipstick mark that you had placed on the side of Sam's neck. You felt your stomach fall into your ass but it was already too late, Sam had gotten into the front seat of the car while you got into the back anxiously. You watched Dean look at Sam's neck before smirking wolfishly, making eye contact with you in the rearview window.
"Looks like you guys got a lot of things done." He said, his voice full of amusement.
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ninii-winchester ยท 4 months ago
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Deepest Desire
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Pairing : Dean Winchester X Reader
Word count : 2k
Warnings : angst, heartbreak, feelings of betrayal, alcohol, strong language, spoilers. Unedited.
A/n : This is a Supernatural x Lucifer crossover fic. Iโ€™ve only ever watched a few episodes of Lucifer. This is a work of fiction, I donโ€™t own Supernatural or Lucifer. They belong to CW and Netlfix respectively.
I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORK, TRANSLATE IT OR POST IT TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.
Another day, another hunt. But it was nothing crazy. With Chuck being gone things are as normal as they could be. Y/n's friend had called in for help and she was happy to go. On her way back to the Bunker, her car stopped abruptly and wouldn't start. She slammed her hand on the steering wheel before calling Dean, filling him in on the situation.
"If only you'd let me take baby I would've been home by now." She groaned over the phone and she heard him laugh on the other side.
"My bad, sweetheart. You can take it next time." He chuckled before he added, "I'll be in an hour tops okay? Get some place safe."
"Yeah I see a bar its uh.. 'the tipsy tavern' I'll be there."
She hung up the phone and made her way towards the bar. It wasn't too far from where her car stopped, just a walking distance. She went inside and it was, well, typically how a bar is. She scanned the place thoroughly, her eyes landing on a woman with blond hair. She seemed troubled. She kept looking over her shoulder, continuously fidgeting with her hands.
Y/n walked up to her and slid in the stool beside her. The woman slightly jumped at the action and it didn't go unnoticed by her.
"Hey are you okay?" Y/n asked her, the woman eyed her cautiously before nodding.
"I'm fine." She replied curtly.
"Are you sure? You seem distressed." Y/n pressed hoping she could help somehow. The woman sighed, looking at her.
"Youโ€™d think Iโ€™m crazy."
"Try me." Y/n said mentally scoffing, what could this woman tell her that would be more unbelievable than what she deals with on a daily basis.
"I'm not from here."
"So you're a foreigner, are you lost?" Y/n questioned.
"No you don't understand." The woman seemed frustrated. "My name is Chloe Decker, I'm a detective." She said and Y/n nodded, urging her to continue. "I'm from LA. But this isn't my world." Chloe didn't know what it was about the woman infront of her that made her want to trust her.
"Your world?" Before Chloe could answer a man in a black suit takes a seat on the side side of Chloe.
"Well hello there. Made a new friend, did we detective?" The man spoke in a British accent.
"This is uh.." Chloe trailed off not knowing her name so Y/n quickly told her name. "This is Y/n." The man opened his mouth to say something but Y/n interrupted him.
"What do you mean this isn't your world?" She questioned.
"Well you see darlin' we were on a case, an then an explosion went off and we were here. I can feel the change in the cosmic energy around us." The man spoke.
"How do you feel the cosmic energies?" Y/n questioned the man.
"My bad lady, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Lucifer Morningstar." He said with a smooth voice.
"You're Lucifer? Like the devil Lucifer?" She questioned.
"Yes." He replied. "The devil Lucifer."
"That can't be." She said mostly to herself.
"I know it sounds implausible but-"
"You're dead. We killed you this isn't possible. You're not Lucifer. You can't be." She whisper yelled at the man who claimed to be Lucifer.
Chloe looked back and forth between Lucifer, the smirk on his face was long gone and it was morphed into a serious expression,
"Can we rewind back to when she said we killed you'." He said looking at Chloe who seemed even more troubled. "Who even are you?"
"God, this day couldn't get any worse." Y/n sighed. The trio had now shifted to a table for four. Chloe sat beside Lucifer and Y/n infront of him. She had foregone the glass and was now directly drinking from the bottle of whiskey. She needed as much as alcohol she could to process this.
"So, you're telling me, you hunt monsters and Lucifer of this universe was locked in a cage in Hell and then your..boyfriend's brother let him out and he wreaked havoc so you pushed him back inside and later killed him when he came back?" Chloe asked tasting the words on her mouth because it sounds absurd when said out loud.
"I know it sounds weird when you put it like that but yeah." Y/n said with humorless chuckle. "You weren't locked?" She asked Lucifer.
"No, Father just kicked me out from Heaven, I ruled Hell for a while but then I got bored so I came to Earth and I'm detective's partner now."
"Wow, so you're not a dick like he was. Our universe's Lucifer should've learned a thing or two from you." She scoffed. "Anyways, so if you have your mojo you can't teleport yourself back to your universe?"
"Mojo?" Chloe questioned.
"His powers." Y/n clarified and the former nodded.
"You I haven't actually tried if they're working." Lucifer admitted.
"Bit slow, aren't you?" Y/n sassed Chloe snorted, she found it amusing, this woman is sassing the devil himself.
"You seem so unbothered it's like it's just another Tuesday for you." Chloe commented and Y/n muttered a small 'tell me about it'. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she answered call the call. It was Dean.
"Hey I'm almost here. I saw your car and I'm heading to the bar now." He said.
"Alright cool. See you soon." She said hanging up. She looked at the couple infront of her. "Dean's here, I'll ask him if we can help you somehow."
"Thank you so much, Y/n." Chloe said gratefully smiling at her. The former nodded and mumbled a quick, 'I'll be back' before leaving the bar.
She waited a few minutes before she saw the black Impala pulling up. She watched her boyfriend get out the car and she made her way towards him.
"Hey gorgeous." He cupped her cheeks and pulled her in for a kiss. "I could've come get you inside. You didn't have to wait outside." He said against her lips. She pulled away and bit her lip. Dean groaned as he recognised her expression.
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"So you're telling me this Lucifer is British." Dean said looking at his girlfriend incredulously. The two of them had went inside and Y/n took her previous seat while Dean took one beside her.
"That's all you gathered from what I've told you?" Y/n asked her boyfriend and he shurgged. "Anyways, they need our help and i think we should help him."
"Really? You want to help the dick that possessed Sam and almost killed all of us twice?" Dean snapped. Lucifer seemed offended but he didn't comment.
"De, he's not him. That asshole is dead." Y/n added. Dean rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair, his gaze scrutinising Lucifer. He then looked at Chloe who seemed helpless and then at his girlfriend who was sporting a pout.
"Fine." Dean sighed. "We'll help, but that doesn't mean I trust you." He warned the devil who raised his hands in surrender.
"Lucifer why don't you see if your mojo works in this universe as well?" Y/n suggested. Lucifer closed his eyes doing God knows what.
"Woah woah stop." Dean said to Lucifer, then turned to Y/n, "What if he's as juiced up as the one we encountered and blows up the place?"
"You're right, I guess." Chloe chimed in and turned to her partner, "why don't you do the thing?" She said to him and he smirked, it's clearly something he loves doing.
"The thing?" Y/n questioned.
"It's nothing harmful. I promise." Chloe replied.
"Y/n dear." Lucifer calls her and she looks at him, he leans a bit towards her making Dean's protective side take over.
"Hey back off." Dean growled but Chloe put a hand over his arm.
"Its okay." She reassured him.
"Tell me Y/n, what is it that you truly desire?" Lucifer asked but his smirk dropped.
"Am I supposed to feel anything or should I just tell you?" She questions.
"This usually works." Lucifer says. "I think I don't have my powers here."
"What were you even trying to do?" Dean questions.
"He can read into people's heart, find their deepest darkest desires." Chloe answers. "Things that you never tell anyone."
"Well maybe it didn't work because I don't have a secret desire." Y/n commented making Lucifer and Chloe look at her in disbelief.
"Everyone has something they desire." He retorted. "Things they never tell anyone."
"I agree but mine isn't hidden or a big secret, for me its Dean." She shrugged. "My deepest desire is to have a normal life with him a house, family, kids, the whole nine yards." She spoke as if it wasn't a big deal and Dean swore he felt himself fall for her all over again. He pecked her temple and Chloe gushed at them.
"Interesting." Lucifer commented.
"If you can feel the cosmic energy around here I'm sure you have your powers. Why don't you try it on Dean?" Y/n suggested.
"I think she's right." Chloe added.
Lucifer faced Dean and the latter shifted a bit under his observing gaze. "Tell me Dean, what is it that you truly desire?" He questioned the Winchester and Y/n watched in anticipation awaiting his answer. A few seconds passed before he answered and nothing could've prepared her for Dean's answer.
"Amara." That one was enough for Y/n's world to come crashing down on her. She felt herself tear up but she cleared her throat before speaking.
"Well at least your still have your powers." Chloe could hear the heartbreak in her voice and gave her a sympathetic look. Lucifer, who found this situation amusing, asked,
"Who's Amara?" Dean sucked in a sharp breath, glaring at the man in front of him, who just smirked in return. What could you expect from him, he's the Devil after all.
"Your Aunt." Y/n snapped unintentionally.
"Why, must you be this childish?" He asked, feeling offended.
"No literally. Amara is God's sister, the darkness. She was here a while back before we locked her up." Y/n explained her voice void of any emotion.
"I've never heard of her. She didn't exist in my universe." Lucifer replied. He pinched the bridge of his nose before adding, "one thing I've realised you lot's universe is way fucked than ours."
"I'll call Sam and ask if we know a way to open a portal to another universe. Excuse me." Y/n said getting up from her chair and walking out the bar. Dean immediately trailing behind her.
"Baby, Y/n." He called out for her but she didn't stop. She let tears fall free now that she wasn't in front of a crowd. "Sweetheart listen to me." He caught up with and turned her to look at him. He hated seeing her cry and hated it even more when he was the reason for her tears. "I can explain, please just..-"
"What's there to explain, Dean?" She cried. She harshly wipes her tears. "Do you want to add salt to wound, tell me it's pitiful that you don't want me as much as I want you?" She let out a sarcastic laugh. "You know what I realised?" She asked rhetorically. "It's always something before me, your car, Sam, Amara, hunting. I'm probably the last thing you need in your life." The moment she said that Dean felt like someone had shot him in the heart.
"No baby, don't say that." Dean begged holding her close. "It's not true. I want you more than anything in this entire world." She scoffed before pulling away from him.
"I need to call Sam. Even if he's been harmless until now, we don't need another Lucifer prancing around our world." She put some distance between them before calling Sam.
"Harmless, my ass." Dean muttered as he kicked the dirt on the road.
He needed to make this right, he wouldn't be able to live if he ever lost her and he needs her to know that. He has to make it right and he will be damned if he didn't.
Part 2
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taylormarieee ยท 27 days ago
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~Entranced~ sam winchester
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Summary: You were a belly dancer and a singer, when Sam and Dean had to investigate you because your sister had gone missing, he couldnโ€™t help but be entranced by you. In other words, he couldnโ€™t help but want to get into your pantsโ€ฆ
Word Count: 3.4k (wowzers)
Pairing: Sam Winchester x WOC!bellydancer
Warnings: porn with plot, long ass story line, obsessed sam, wingman dean, enticing reader, mentions of death and demons, typical supernatural tingz, smut, sexual tension, dirty talk, pet names (sweetheart, pretty lady, etc.) pussy whipped sam, sam drunk off readers love, reader is in love with sam, creampie, oral (male and fem receiving), cowgirl, use of 18+ language, MDNI!!!! enjoy cuz he's been on my mind for a long time.
A/N: ok hey guyyssss! Iโ€™ve been fantasizing about Sam ALOT lately like specifically season 2 Sammy so enjoy this smutty whoretastic slutty ass fic because I was indeed ovulating๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜
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*thump thump thump*
you smile as your body and hips move to the rhythm of the song. you were dancing and singing your heart out. mostly getting hollered at and whistled at along with a string of cheers. you laugh and smile as you move to the beat.
all of a sudden you feel yourself being watched. yes, that sounded stupid as there were hundreds of people watching you but these certain pair of eyes were burning. you could feel it.
you look around and walk all over the stage and that's when you see him. a man in a black suit along with another hot guy staring the same lust full daggers your way as everyone else.
but the other one, his hair was long and such a luscious brown. his eyes held one of admiration, as if you were admiring the mona lisa at an art gallery.
you liked him. he was cute, sexy even and that you certainly couldn't deny. when you got done with your performance you asked one of the security guards if they could kindly bring the two boys over to you backstage.
"hello boys, anything I can help you with?" you ask as you wipe off some sweat from your face.
"how'd you know we needed help?" the shorter one asked with a smirk on his face as he steps closer to you.
"well for starters, your both dressed in suits, sat in the back of the club all mysteriously, staring daggers right at me and shall I go on?" you list with a smile on your face.
you shift your weight from one foot to the other as you glance between the two of them.
the both of them look at each other and then chuckle. "guess you got us there" the taller one states with his charming smile.
"what are your names again? and who do you work for?" you asked as you sat down gesturing them to sit as well.
"oh I'm detective roadkill and this is detective showers." dean speaks out with a smirk.
"were FBI." he says as your face scrunches up into one of concern and confusion.
"why would FBI agents show up at our little club, no ones done anything wrong I hope, one of the main reasons we have security." you say with a dry chuckle.
"no no, not at all, uhm were looking in to the disappearance of your sister melisa?" sam asks.
"I-I don't feel like talking about it. she's not gone, she's dead." you say with tears prickling in your eyes.
"how would you possibly know that? police never found a body." dean says.
"exactly, main reason why I don't believe she disappeared or it was some freak kidnapping. even if she was kidnapped, she's been gone for 3 weeks, what are the possible chances she is alive? hm?" you say pacing and throwing your hands about.
"I know she's dead. I can feel it. It's a sibling thing, you two wouldn't understand." you explain.
"oh trust me, I get it. see I have this brother. means the world to me and yea he can be a real pain in the ass sometimes." he says with a chuckle which causes you to giggle too.
"I love him regardless because no matter how much we argue, I know he means well and just wants to protect me." sam finishes.
dean looks at him and you hum. they really thought you were stupid. you knew who they were, you just hated how these hotties could lie to you.
"sam, dean. this was a really fun talk but I don't know where my sister is." you say smirking at them with their confused faces facing you in return.
"H-How did you-"
"how did I know? oh it's pretty obvious, see word gets around that some fbi agents are asking around for my sister and then I find out you two are hunters? yea I am one of the ones that knows what's going on around here. what really goes bump in the night. what really lurks in the shadows when your not paying attention. my dad was a hunter, just like you guys. just like your dad." you say circling them as you go to pour them a drink.
"wow, that was-" sam starts.
"smart? impressive? amazingly cool?" you ask handing them the drinks.
"I was going to say hot. That was really hot but you know, those words work too." he says chuckling.
"aww thanks sam, I really appreciate it." you respond as you take a sip of your whiskey.
"ok seriously, we wanna help you. If you really know what's going on then maybe we can still save other people including your sister." sam states.
"now did you smell any sulfur in her house or maybe saw black smoke or maybe she was acting aggressive and erratically before her disappearance?" dean asks scooting up in his seat more.
"uhm not that I can recall. she was normal. my sister was a kind soul, she would never even hurt a damn fly. I mean the first week of her disappearance I thought it was her douchebag of a boyfriend. ex-boyfriend i should say, that ungrateful son of a bitch." you say with spite.
"oh so was he a suspect?" dean asks.
"ofc he was! He was the main suspect, but it was also stupid for the cops to think I would kill my own sister, like that's insanity." you argue.
"alright so, if it's not ghost or demonic possession..." dean starts.
"then what the hell is it?" sam asks. all of you shrug and sit in silence for a second.
"hey I got a question for you." dean asks you. you look up at him and nod with a hum.
"you think sammy could stay with you tonight?" dean asks. your eyes widen and sam turns to dean with a incredulous look.
"no it's fine." he turns to you and says. "I don't understand why I can't just stay at the motel dean, what the hell are you doing?" he whisper-yells to dean.
"you've been making googly eyes all freakin' night, just stop stressin' and get laid. trust me you need it. your veins popping out." he says as he clears his throat.
"so, can he? It would be really appreciated, see I have stuff to do and I don't want him to be in there alone, so maybe he can keep you company? plus we have no clue if whatever this thing is an M.O. and might come after you too." dean convincingly explains which persuades you to say...
"yea sure dean, sam it's ok. I'm cool with it, you can stay with me, i've got a cozy house." you say with a smile.
"plus I gotta get up outta here anyway, shall we?" you ask swaying your hips as you walk towards the door and walk out leading sam and dean out the back.
they watch your ass and hips sway and that beautiful little outfit you belly dancers always wore. sam couldn't keep it in anymore, he was entranced. obsessed. lured in like a moth drawn to a flame.
"here take m-my jacket. you must be cold." sam offers. you smile and accept it with a thank you, after all you were wearing a bra like top that covered little.
your hand brushed his for a mere second and it felt like electricity surged through you both.
you slide your arms through the sleeves of his jacket as you walk towards your car. your keys jingling in the process as they dangle from your hip.
you unlock the car and prop yourself in the drivers seat as same props himself in the passengers seat.
"oooo it really is cold out, thanks again for the jacket sam, don't know what I would do without you." you seductively say, without the intention of trying to be seductive but thankful instead.
"yea n-no problem. just me being me." he says as you start the engine turning up the A/C and backing out the parking lot.
sam looks out the window and notices dean in the impala with two thumbs up and a smirk on his face to which he rolls his eyes at and begs to god you don't see deans childish acts.
~ TRENTON, NEW JERSEY, 2007, 10:26PM @ YOUR HOUSE~
"get cozy, looks like your going to be here for a while." you say with a smile, shrugging off his jacket to place on the coat rack.
he takes off his shoes and makes his way immediately towards your fireplace and your couch.
you watch him trudge over there and sit down his tall lean figure finally shrinking just a bit but when he sits back up his broad shoulders are back on display.
โ€˜god what was wrong with you.โ€™ you thought, you just couldnโ€™t get him out of your head.
but luckily the same goes for him because you racked his brain since the moment his eyes laid a glance at your face.
you were so enticing and enchanting, of course a guy like sam couldnโ€™t resist, he was whipped for you so badly and you didnโ€™t even know it.
โ€œare you hungry sammy? can i even call you sammy or is that a you and dean thing?โ€ you ask bringing over a bowl of grapes and some wine for you and a beer for him.
โ€œyou can call me whatever you want- i-i mean yea! you can call me sammy i donโ€™t mind.โ€ he stutters out nervously
you him again and take a sip of the wine straight from the bottle. sam watched as your plump and glossy lips wrap around the top of the bottle wishing it was his dick instead.
he gulps as he watches your throat bob up and down as you swallow the wine.
he quickly takes a swig of his beer and you watch his Adamโ€™s Apple bob up and down. you watched as he wraps his lips around the beer bottles top wishing it was your clit.
the tension in the room was clearly escalating just a tiny bit. 'was it just you or is it hot in here.' you thought.
you take another sip of the wine and tuck your legs under one another as if in a criss-cross motion.
"so, what do you wanna do now? dean said he won't be back for a couple of hours." sam asks.
"honestly I usually shower and go right to bed after long nights like these, but I wasn't exactly expecting company so i'm stumped here." you say with a slight chuckle.
"yea sorry to be such a burden." sam says with a playful roll of his eyes. you scoff not seeing his eye roll and take his statement the wrong way.
"look i never said you were a burden, i'm just confused on how to entertain a fucking hunter sam." you speak with slight aggression in your tone.
"look, i was just joking with you. If you took my statement the wrong way i'm sorry. I'll totally leave." he says getting up to go grab his jacket.
'n-no sammy wait. I-fuck. I didn't mean that, i'm sorry. It's just been a really long day and I'm just stumped ok, please stay?" you apologize.
"ok, if you want to go take a shower and rest that's fine by me, i'll stay.' he says standing quite dangerously close to you.
you inhale his scent for a second, his scent bringing you comfort and warmth. you don't even realized you closed a few inches in the gap between you two.
"w-what are you doing?" sam asks. his hands stuck at his side just itching to touch you. you take note of it.
"do you wanna touch me sammy?" you asks seductively. you glide your hand up and down his chest as you stare up at him with your seductive eyes.
"w-what?" he stutters out nervously. he gulps as your hand goes lower and lower.
"I said, do you want to touch me sam." you repeat your previous question. "I know you want to, your hands are twitching." you say smugly.
"fuck, uhm yea. I do, very badly." he says as he moves his hands to grab your waist. you moan at the warmth of his hands on your body.
"I know you wanna kiss me." you whisper in his ear. your on your tiptoes as sam is much taller than you.
you grab his belt to pull him closer and that was his breaking point. his lips are immediately on yours in a feverish and desperate pent up kiss.
you both fumble with his belt and trip over each others feet. you both eventually fall to the floor letting out a fit of giggles and laughs at your clumsy shenanigans.
"fuck, your so gorgeous you know that?" sam compliments. you smile and kiss him again.
"and your so handsome, thank god your parents got together." you say with a grin as you unclip your bra.
he unbuttoned his nicely pressed shirt and unbuttoned and unzipped his dress pants.
your both crawling towards the couch now, sam ripping off the cushions and you taking off the rest of your outfit leaving you in your underwear only.
pretty black laced panties to match your outfit. his eyes bulged out of his head at the sight of you. your body was gorgeous. everything about you was gorgeous, your personality as well.
"god damn your beautiful." he whispers as he sinks into the couch and you climb on top of him.
"thank you sammy. can you please fuck me now." you ask.
with a primal like growl, sam rolls you over so he's now on top of you. "oh sweetheart, gotta prep you first. don't think you can take big ole me by yourself now can you?" he teases as he kissed down your body.
after an agonizingly long trip downwards, his lips finally coming in contact with the place you've been wanting him most all night.
his warm breath hits your soaking entrance and his skilfully long tongue teases your clit.
"f-fuck sammy, pleasee-ngh- please just fuck me I'll be a good girl for you p-please." you beg as you feel one finger slot itself inside of you.
you moan out at the feeling. the feeling of pain and pleasure combined as he stretches you out. 'fuck you haven't felt this good since your last boyfriend.' you thought.
your brain was soonly erased by the feeling of sam's second finger entering your dripping hole. his lips whispering dirty things into your cunt as he licks and slurps your cunt.
you tug on his hair and cry out his name, how can someone fingers and tongue work so skillfully together at the same time.
"yes sam! right fucking there, fuck fuck fuck-ngh-ugh! yea yea, holy shit daddy!" you scream out.
he moans into your cunt at hearing you call him daddy. you were a lot younger than him, he was 5 years older than you. he loved this dominance he had over you, but he became feral whenever you tugged his hair.
desperate to get off as he ruts himself against the couch. a feeling of ecstacy washing over you and determination washing over sam. he was going to make you cum and then he was gonna rearrange your guts like never before.
your walla clench and tighten around him and he groans at how rough your tugging on his lucious brown locks. your crying his name out like a prayer over and over again.
you moan one last time before silently letting out a scream as you convulse and shake as your orgasm floods your entire body.
"oohhhh fuckkk!" you moan out as your orgasmic feeling washes away intensely.
"was I good baby?'" sam asks curiously. his lips stained with your arousal and essence. you grab his face pulling him closer to you as you kiss him sloppily getting a taste of yourself off of his tongue.
"you did amazing baby, now lemme help you. looks painful." you suggest staring at his rock hard boner through his boxers.
a wet patch on the front from his precum and getting himself all worked up.
you let him sit on the couch normally and tug his boxers down slowly. he whines when the refreshing air hits his tip.
his tip is a pretty color, a nice hue of pink. ready... waiting to be sucked and fucked on.
you lick the precum around his tip and on his shaft. you engulf his tip in your mouth wanting to get more of a taste and he moans. he watches your pretty lips engulf him and swallow him whole.
he holds the back of your head pushing you down further and getting lost in the haze of lust. he moans out your name a little louder each time you gag around him.
your throat was so wet and so warm. your saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth. you mascara surrounding the under parts of your eyes as tears stream down your face in slow motion.
your head bobs faster and faster, you gagging each time but you didn't care you wanted to taste his cum inside your mouth, you wanted it so deep down your throat that you wouldn't stop until he was crying.
you wanted sam winchester and sam winchester wanted you.
he pushes you off him quickly when he feels his release approaching.
"no no wait i'm gonna cum! I don't wanna cum like this, I want it inside you. wanna creampie you and give y-you babies." he whines out.
you smirk and kiss him softly, "ok sam. gimme all your babies, come inside me like a good little boy hmm?" you asks seductively as you push sweaty strands of hair out of his pretty face.
you climb back on top of him and sink slowly down on to him. you cry out a bit at the pain of the stretch, he really was a big boy.
"he whines and the grip on your waist tightens. you moan and feel his cock slowly piercing you more and more and the feeling of pain easily subsides once he's in you all the way.
"I'm going to start moving now ok sam?" you confirm and he nods with a hazy smile.
he's drunk of you. eyes and mind entranced by you. filled with you. he's literally inside you. he's encompassed by you, your smell, your words. everything.
sam winchester is a simp for you and there's nothing that could change his mind.
your bounces start off slow and then they rapidly speed up in pace. your both moaning and groaning, incapable of holding them in any longer.
you needed to hear him as he needed to hear you. he honeslt ydidn't think hearing you moan could get him any more harder but it did.
you were both close now, on to your second orgasm of the night while trying to get him off on his first.
"sammy I-fuck-ngh. I love you so much sam, please give me your babies please!" you scream out as you gush all over his cock. "come on cum in me please!" you scream out.
sam groans as his climax hits him like a wave, he explodes. loads and loads of semen just squirting inside you. you sigh a sigh of happiness and content.
he was filled to the brim with cum and it was just never ending. he stays inside you for a bit, slowly but weakly thrusting up into you to keep his cum inside you.
your both panting and out of breath. he smiles and you do to giving him a long and passionate kiss.
"hey." you say with a giggle
"hey beautiful." he says chuckling.
"wanna go upstairs with me to you know, rinse the night off?" you asks with a smile as you slowly slip off his cock, hissing as you do so.
before sam can even respond your losing your balance causing you to fall over. you grab onto the fireplace mantle for stability as sam gets up to help you.
he grabs on to your waist and holds you there before smirking and picking you up bridal style.
"let's go get that shower huh? and then you are going to bed pretty lady." he says with a smirk.
your face is flushed even more than before and your flustered before wrapping your arms around his neck and snuggling into his embrace.
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Heart | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader (Eventual ? ;) )
Warnings: canon violence, canon gore, SMUT 18+ MDNI, elements of dom/sub, oral (m and f receiving), orgasm denial (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (donโ€™t be stupid. wrap it up.), face riding (f receiving), begging, cockwarming
Word Count: 6046
A/N: Giving the people what they want. AGAIN. MINORS! GO AWAY!!! SHOO! TAKE A JUICE BOX AND A STICKER ON THE WAY OUT!!
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โ€œHere he is, Detective,โ€ the young mortician said to Sam as she pulled the body of a man out of a cold locker. The man had stitches running along his chest, stomach, shoulders, and throat; some reminiscent of deep bite marks.
โ€œThatโ€™s a pretty nasty bite,โ€ Sam commented. โ€œYou know what bit him?โ€
The young woman averted her eyes. โ€œI havenโ€™t quite determined that just yet.โ€
โ€œCโ€™mon, Doc,โ€ you pleaded. โ€œOff the record.โ€ You left Dean back in the motel room once he promised you heโ€™d stay put.
โ€œOkay,โ€ the mortician began, โ€œway, way off the recordโ€”โ€
โ€œSure,โ€ Sam nodded.
โ€œIf I didnโ€™t know better, Iโ€™d say the guy was attacked by a wolf. But unless I know that the zoo is missing one of their lobos, Iโ€™m going with pit bull.โ€ She eyed Sam cautiously. โ€œI like my job.โ€
โ€œYeah, I hear you,โ€ Sam chuckled.
โ€œOne more thing. This guy, was his heart missing?โ€ you asked.
She seemed surprised. โ€œYeah, how did you know that? I havenโ€™t even finished my report.โ€
โ€œLucky guess,โ€ you shrugged.
You and Sam left the morgue and began the drive back to Dean.ย 
โ€œHowโ€™ve your nightmares been?โ€ you asked Sam while he drove out of the morgueโ€™s parking lot.
He turned to you quizzically.
โ€œWhat? I hear you up at three in the morning,โ€ you smirked.
โ€œI get up early anyway. How do you know I still have โ€˜em?โ€
โ€œYou donโ€™t have a great poker face, Sammy. When somethingโ€™s bothering you, I can literally see the wheels in your head turning,โ€ you replied.
He sighed. โ€œIโ€™ll get over it.โ€
You shot him a look.
โ€œItโ€™s justโ€” Itโ€™s not just Jessica anymore,โ€ he explained. โ€œItโ€™s my dad, itโ€™s what Meg did while she took me for a joy rideโ€”โ€
โ€œThat sounds dirty, man,โ€ you cut in.
He gave you a playful glare. โ€œItโ€™s like I told you. Iโ€™m scared as hell.โ€
You stayed silent for a moment. โ€œHey, youโ€™re still you. And thatโ€™s all that matters.โ€ You turned to face him in your seat, putting a hand on his shoulder. โ€œYou havenโ€™t gone all โ€˜sith lordโ€™ on us yet. And I honestly donโ€™t think you will. You justโ€ฆ you donโ€™t have that in you.โ€
His lips curled into a sad smile once more. โ€œThanks, (Y/N/N).โ€
โ€œAny time.โ€
โ€œAny update on you and Dean?โ€
โ€œOh, would you look at that, weโ€™re here,โ€ you smirked as Sam pulled into the motel parking lot.
He glared at you. โ€œ(Y/N)โ€”โ€
โ€œI know, I know, weโ€™ll talk later,โ€ you giggled. You headed into the brothersโ€™ motel room. Dean was cleaning his guns on his bed, and you explained what youโ€™d seen and found out from the mortician to him. The lawyer youโ€™d examined wasnโ€™t the first heart-free corpse, but he was the first man. Over the last year, several women had gone missing; their bodies washed up on shore, but were too deteriorated to make out anything besides the fact that their hearts were missing. The lunar cycle was exactly right for a werewolf killing as well.
โ€œAwesome,โ€ Dean grinned.
Sam rolled his eyes. โ€œDean, could you be a bigger geek about this?โ€
โ€œIโ€™m sorry, man, but what about โ€˜a human by day, a freak animal killing machine by moonlightโ€™ donโ€™t you understand? I mean, werewolves are badass. We havenโ€™t seen one since we were kids,โ€ the older brother protested.
โ€œOkay, Sparky. And you know what? After we kill it, we can go to Disneyland,โ€ Sam snarked, making you giggle.
โ€œYou know what the best part about it is? We already know how to bring these suckers down.โ€ He held up a silver bullet. โ€œOne of these bad boys right to the heart. So, whatโ€™s our next move?โ€
โ€œTalk to the girl who found the body,โ€ replied Sam.ย 
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The girl who found the body had sharp, angular features and beautiful dark hair. You could tell Sam was slightly enamored by her from the second she let you into her apartment. The woman introduced herself as Madison. She showed an older man whoโ€™d come to check on her out of the apartment and motioned for you to take a seat at her kitchen table.ย 
โ€œYou must be pretty shaken up,โ€ started Sam. โ€œYou were Nate Mulliganโ€™s assistant, right?โ€
โ€œFor two years, yeah,โ€ she nodded.
โ€œSo, you knew all about him?โ€ Dean questioned.
โ€œProbably knew more about him than he did. Nate wasโ€ฆโ€ she trailed off, smiling uncomfortably, โ€œhe was nice.โ€
โ€œBut?โ€
โ€œNothing, really. Iโ€” He had a few scotches in him, and he'd started hitting on anyone in a five-mile radius. You know the type.โ€
You looked over at Dean, given that was the one thing about him you disliked. โ€œYeah, I do, actually.โ€
Dean noticed your look, and he shrank a little at your apparent disappointment. โ€œDid, uh, did he have any enemies?โ€
โ€œWhat do you mean? It sure looked like an animal attack,โ€ she said, shifting uncomfortably.
โ€œNo, yeah, weโ€™re just covering all the bases. Anyone that might have had a beef with him โ€“ a former client, an ex?โ€
You noticed her discomfort and pressed further. โ€œWhat is it?โ€
โ€œWell, this is embarrassing, but my ex-boyfriend, Kurtโ€”โ€
โ€œKurt have a last name?โ€ Dean cut her off.
โ€œMueller,โ€ she answered. After we broke up, he went kind of nuts. Heโ€™sโ€ฆ well, heโ€™s kind of been stalking me. He got it in his head that something was going on between Nate and I. He showed up at my office.โ€
โ€œWhat happened?โ€ you asked.
โ€œKurt got into it with Nate; threw a punch before security grabbed him. I was lucky to keep my job,โ€ she explained.
โ€œWhen was the last time you saw Kurt?โ€ Dean asked.
โ€œA few nights ago. Actually, the night Nate died. We were all grabbing drinks at this bar, and Kurt showed up,โ€ Madison replied.
โ€œAnd?โ€
She shook her head. โ€œNothing. It was like he was watching me. Then he was gone. To tell you the truth, he scares me.โ€
โ€œI can understand that,โ€ you told her.
She gave you a smile.ย 
Madison led you out of her apartment, and Sam wrote his number down for her to call you if she needed anything.ย 
***
As night fell, Dean suggested you head to the ex-boyfriendโ€™s house to investigate if he lived in a creatureโ€™s lair. Upon arrival, you discovered Kurt wasnโ€™t home. However, you felt uneasy. You chalked it up to the fact that you were breaking and entering, but youโ€™d never felt anxiety in a situation such as this previously. It almost felt like something was watching you.
โ€œ(Y/N/N), you okay?โ€ Sam asked you upon noticing your discomfort.
โ€œYeah, Iโ€™m fine. Letโ€™s justโ€ฆ hurry this up. I got a bad feeling about this.โ€
โ€œOkay, Skywalker,โ€ Dean quipped.ย 
โ€œAnything?โ€ you asked, ignoring his comment.
โ€œNo, nothing but leftovers and a six-pack. No human hearts behind the Haagen-Dazs either,โ€ he replied. You suddenly heard a door open and close followed by a crashing sound coming from outside. You shared a brief look with Sam before running out to the balcony. Down the wall of the building, there were claw marks in the concrete wall, sliding all the way down to the ground.
You cringed at the sight. โ€œThatโ€™s just great.โ€
Seconds later, you heard a gunshot. You ran down the fire escape and out of the apartment, heading toward where you thought youโ€™d heard the gun fire off. When you arrived at a dark alley, you saw the boot of a person sticking out from the shadows. Cautiously, you approached, only to find the body of an incredibly mauled policeman.
โ€œIโ€™ll call 911,โ€ Sam told you and his brother.
Dean bent down to the corpse. โ€œIโ€™d say Kurtโ€™s looking more and more like our Cujo.โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t know, man, his apartment didnโ€™t scream โ€˜creatureโ€™s lairโ€™ to me. Aside from the fact that itโ€™s a standard bachelor pad,โ€ you remarked.
Dean eyed you unamusedly. โ€œIโ€™m gonna ignore the implication there that all men are animals.โ€
You grinned. โ€œIโ€™m glad you caught my drift.โ€
โ€œGuys, if heโ€™s out here, we better check on Madison,โ€ Sam said, interrupting you.
***
When you arrived at her apartment early in the morning, the older man youโ€™d first seen in Madisonโ€™s apartment when you initially visited him peeked his head out of his door. โ€œWhatโ€™s going on?โ€ he asked.
โ€œPolice business, Glen,โ€ Dean responded.
Madison opened the door, her face drooping slightly when she saw you. โ€œWhat is it?โ€
You shot a look over at Glen.
โ€œWell, maybe we should talk privately,โ€ Sam suggested.
She nodded, still confused, and led you into her apartment. โ€œCoffee?โ€ she asked.
Sam accepted happily, as did Dean. You still felt uneasy, and thought you might vomit if you had something to drink.
โ€œHas Kurt been here?โ€ Sam asked her as she poured a cup for each of the brothers.ย 
โ€œNot exactly,โ€ she replied.
โ€œWhatโ€™s that mean?โ€ you asked.
โ€œWell, he was outside last night. Justโ€ฆ looking. Just looking at me. Has he done something?โ€
โ€œWeโ€™re not really sure,โ€ Sam answered honestly.
โ€œItโ€™s probably nothing, butโ€ฆ we just donโ€™t wanna take any chances. In fact, one of us should probably stay here with you?โ€ Dean suggested. โ€œJust in case he stops by. Where does he work?โ€
โ€œHe owns a body shop,โ€ she replied.
โ€œYou mind grabbing that address for us?โ€ย 
She nodded and started out of the room.
โ€œThanks,โ€ Dean called after her.
โ€œAlright, you go. Iโ€™ll stay,โ€ said Sam once she was out of ear shot.
โ€œCโ€™mon, (Y/N),โ€™ Dean said.
โ€œWhat?โ€ Sam questioned. โ€œNo pushback? You always wanna hangout with the hot girl.โ€
โ€œYeah, wellโ€ฆโ€ the older Winchester trailed off, โ€œNot this time, I guess.โ€
โ€œYou guess?โ€ Sam scoffed. โ€œWho are you, and what have you done with my brother?โ€
Dean just rolled his eyes, and a smile tugged at your lips. You thought you may have something to do with Deanโ€™s change of heart.ย 
โ€œBundle up out there, alright?โ€ Sam said to you and Dean, shooting y0u a knowing look when his brother had turned away. You grinned back at him and followed Dean out of the apartment when Madison returned with the body shopโ€™s address.ย 
Dean started the drive to Kurtโ€™s place of work, and you eyed him thoughtfully.
โ€œWhat?โ€ he asked without even turning to look at you.
โ€œI wouldnโ€™t have anything to do with your change of heart about staying with the cute girls, huh?โ€ you asked, already knowing the answer. However, a large part of you just wanted him to say it out loud.
He flickered his eyes over to yours, never turning his head from the road. โ€œNo, โ€˜course not,โ€ he replied.ย 
You deflated slightly, although you knew vulnerability was difficult for him. You really and truly just wanted to hear how much you meant to him.
โ€œAlright, fine,โ€ he grumbled after a moment of silence. โ€œItโ€™s got everything to do with you.โ€
A smile spread across your face, heat rushing to your cheeks. โ€œGood. Iโ€™m glad.โ€
*** Later that day, you discovered Kurt hadnโ€™t been to work in a week. But because Dean was โ€œreally good,โ€ if he did say so himself, he found out he was probably frequenting his favorite strip club.
You didnโ€™t mind going; you enjoyed hyping the girls up. If you were a stripper, youโ€™d much rather a girl stuffing ones in your bra than a creepy fifty-year-old man. Although, you were slightly concerned about the way Deanโ€™s eyes were glued to the ass of the woman dancing in front of you. You couldnโ€™t lie, though, she was hot. As long as he looked and didnโ€™t touch, you were content.
The pretty girl in front of you bent down to take a ten dollar bill from your hand, wiggling her hips seductively as she did so. You held her gaze as she stuffed the bill in her bra with a few other ones she already earned.ย 
Dean suddenly seemed slightly possessive. He threw an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side.
โ€œJealous much?โ€ you asked.ย 
He used the arm around your shoulders to push your face towards his, kissing you wantonly. You hummed against him just before he pulled away. You nudged his nose with yours, sighing happily. You turned back to the girl dancing only to see the man you knew to be Kurt taking a seat at the opposite side of the stage from you and Dean. You gave Dean a look, and he immediately took out his phone to call Sam.
โ€œI found him,โ€ Dean said, eyes on the girl dancing in front of the two of you. โ€œOh, yeah, my eyes are glued. Look, Sammy, I gotta let you go. I, uh, I donโ€™t wanna... don't wanna miss anything.โ€ He handed a dollar bill to the stripper and smiled widely when he hung up the phone.ย 
After about an hour of generously tipping the strippers and having a few drinks, Kurt got up from the chair across from you and Dean. When heโ€™d gotten a significant distance away, you and Dean wordlessly got up from your chairs to follow him. However, not before you turned and said, โ€œBye, girls!โ€ to the dancers. The one that had been predominantly dancing in front of you and Dean waved and blew you a kiss. You blew one back, grinning.ย 
You followed Kurt back to his apartment and sat outside, waiting for him to make a wrong move. You readied your gun, jerking to attention when you heard glass shattering. You looked back up to see the lights in Kurtโ€™s apartment were off.
Dean breathed out, โ€œWhat theโ€”?โ€ and you motioned for him to follow you up the fire escape. You hurried into Kurtโ€™s apartment through the shattered window only to find Madison over the top of Kurtโ€™s mauled body. She turned her electric blue eyes toward you and growled, bearing sharp, bloody fangs. She lunged at you, throwing you to the ground. Dean shot at her and missed, and you used her distraction to get a knick in at her arm just above her elbow with a knife you had stored in your sleeve. She howled in pain and ran out the open window.ย 
โ€œMotherfucker,โ€ you cursed, uncocking your gun. โ€œDean, start wipinโ€™ down your prints, we gotta get outta here,โ€ you told him. He tossed you a handkerchief and you took care of the floor where youโ€™d been knocked down by Madison, the fridge from when youโ€™d first gone to investigate Kurtโ€™s house, the countertops; everything. When you were done, Dean helped you climb out of the window without touching the sill or knicking your legs on a piece of broken glass.ย 
As the morning sun rose, you called Sam.ย 
Samโ€™s immediate response to your call was, โ€œYou guys okay?โ€ย 
โ€œYeah. Itโ€™s Madison, Sam,โ€ you said, cutting straight to the chase.
โ€œWhat?โ€ he asked.
โ€œYeah. Howโ€™d she get out without you noticing?โ€ you questioned.
โ€œ(Y/N), Iโ€™ve been here the whole time. Sheโ€™s in bed, asleep.โ€
โ€œWell, she wasnโ€™t an hour ago. Check her right arm below her elbow. I nicked her with a silver knife,โ€ you told him.
Sam hung up the phone immediately after. You instructed Dean to go to Madisonโ€™s apartment, and he did so. You knocked on the door of her apartment, and the door opened to reveal an upset Sam and Madison tied to a chair by her wrists.
โ€œHow you doinโ€™?โ€ Dean smirked bitterly, strolling into the apartment.
โ€œWeโ€™ve gotta talk,โ€ Sam told the both of you firmly. You eyed him questioningly as he led you and his brother into another room. โ€œShe says she has no idea what Iโ€™m talking about.โ€
โ€œSheโ€™s lying,โ€ Dean responded simply.
โ€œOr maybe she really doesnโ€™t know sheโ€™s changing, you know? Maybeโ€” maybe when the creature takes over, she blacks out,โ€ Sam argued.
Dean deadpanned, โ€œLike a really hot Incredible Hulk. Come on, dude, she ganked her boss and her ex-boyfriend. That doesnโ€™t sound rash and unconscious.โ€
โ€œYeah, but what if it was, Dean? I mean, what if some animal part of her brain saw both those guys as threats? Hell, the cop, too.โ€
The older brother scoffed. โ€œWhat are you, the Dog Whisperer now?โ€
โ€œLook, man, I justโ€ฆ I donโ€™t know, there, there, there was something in her eyes.โ€
โ€œSam, donโ€™t let your attraction to her cloud your judgment,โ€ you stated.
He scoffed. โ€œYou know I donโ€™t do that.โ€
โ€œDo you? This isnโ€™t seeming like a completely rational argument, dude,โ€ you argued calmly.
โ€œ(Y/N), I just think it may be something she has no control over. You can believe me or notโ€”โ€
Dean cut Sam off. โ€œEven if sheโ€™s telling the truth, itโ€™s not gonna change anything. She canโ€™t control it. Thatโ€™s bad news.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m not putting a bullet through some girlโ€™s chest who has no idea whatโ€™s happening,โ€ Sam argued, voice rising slightly.
โ€œSam, sheโ€™s a monster, and youโ€™re feeling sorry for her?โ€ questioned Dean.
โ€œMaybe I understand her.โ€ Sam paused, and his voice quieted down. โ€œLook, there might be another way we can get the job done without having to waste her.โ€
โ€œAre you thinking what I think youโ€™re thinking?โ€ Dean asked.
Sam seemed to understand and took his dadโ€™s journal out of his jacket. โ€œDadโ€™s theory โ€“ โ€˜lycanthropy might have a cure if you kill the werewolf who bit you, severing the bloodlineโ€™.โ€
โ€œMight have a cure,โ€ Dean emphasized. โ€œMeaning โ€˜who the hell knowsโ€™?โ€
โ€œIโ€™m not sure about this one, guysโ€”โ€ you sighed, scratching your neck.
Sam shrugged. โ€œItโ€™s worth a shot.โ€
โ€œWe donโ€™t even know where to start looking, all right? I mean, the puppy that bit her could be anyone, anywhere. It couldโ€™ve been years ago,โ€ Dean replied.
Sam seemed to realize something. โ€œNo. I donโ€™t think so.โ€ He led you back into the room where Madison was still tied up. โ€œMadison, when were you mugged?โ€
She seemed not to want to answer. Either she really had no clue what was going on, or she was a damn good actress.
โ€œPlease. Itโ€™s important, all right? Just answer the question,โ€ Sam begged.
Reluctantly, she said, โ€œAbout a month ago.โ€
โ€œDid you see the guy?โ€ the younger brother pressed further.
โ€œNo. He grabbed me from behind.โ€
โ€œDid he bite you?โ€
Madison seemed taken aback. โ€œHow did you know that?โ€
โ€œWhere?โ€ Sam continued, ignoring her question.ย 
She still looked scared, but was honest anyway. โ€œOn- on the back of my neck.โ€ย 
Sam showed her he was setting his gun down and slowly moved behind her. He gently brushed her hair away and exposed a scarred lump on the back of her neck.
โ€œOh, thatโ€™s just a love bite,โ€ Dean snarked. โ€œBelieve me, that could have been a lot worse. Where were you at the time?โ€
โ€œWalking home from a friendโ€™s loft,โ€ she said.
โ€œLet me guess. Not too far from Hunterโ€™s Point?โ€ Sam questioned.
Madison nodded, eyes bleary in confusion. You could tell some of this was beginning to make sense to her, and agreed to sit with her while the boys went into another room to talk.
โ€œSoโ€ฆ you really have no idea, do you?โ€ you asked, sitting in a chair across from her.
She didnโ€™t answer you.
Your tone immediately shifted. โ€œLook, lovebug, I donโ€™t think you get whatโ€™s going on here. Iโ€™m gonna need you to answer my questions, okay?โ€ย 
She scoffed. โ€œWhat, about the fact that you guys think Iโ€™m a fucking werewolf? You realize you sound insane, right?โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re a pretty good actress, Iโ€™ll give you that,โ€ you said. โ€œAndโ€ฆ if you are telling the truth, Iโ€™m sorry. Iโ€™m sure you didnโ€™t ask for this.โ€
She was silent for another moment.
โ€œBut you have to understand how this all looks, okay?โ€ you continued. โ€œPeople that are connected to youโ€” Kurt, the lawyer that was creepinโ€™ on youโ€” they wind up dead. Then, you attack me after you kill Kurt, and things are just supposed to be all hunky-dory now? Just because you say you canโ€™t remember?โ€
You seemed to have grabbed her attention. โ€œKurtโ€™s dead? Oh, my god.โ€ She began to cry softly.
You were conflicted. She seemed to be genuinely reacting to what you were saying, and you wanted to believe her. However, every instinct within screamed at you to put a silver bullet through her chest. โ€œMadisonโ€ฆ can you at least understand how this looks to me? Whether you think Iโ€™m crazy or not, do you at least see where Iโ€™m coming from?โ€
She laughed humorlessly through her tears. โ€œYou mean, if I was a deluded psycho who pretends to be a cop hunting for monsters? Yeah, Iโ€™d understand where youโ€™re coming from.โ€
The boys emerged from the room. โ€œAlright, (Y/N), youโ€™re with me,โ€ Dean asserted.ย 
*** You and Dean went to Hunterโ€™s Point, the werewolf that had โ€œmuggedโ€ Madisonโ€™s assumed hunting grounds, and searched for the monster. You heard a woman scream, and the two of you ran in the soundโ€™s direction. The woman, presumably a hooker, was being dragged across the pavement by her ankles toward the werewolf.
โ€œHey!โ€ Dean called.ย 
When the creature looked up, you and Dean shot at it multiple times; each hit landing in the center of the creatureโ€™s chest. The hooker immediately scrambled away, not even sparing a glance to you and Dean.
โ€œHey, donโ€™t mention it!โ€ Dean called after her.
โ€œTake it easy,โ€ you scolded. โ€œSheโ€™s scared.โ€
The two of you turned back to the dying creature on the ground, and you discovered it was Glen, Madisonโ€™s neighbor.
โ€œIt happened... again,โ€ Glen coughed.ย 
You knelt beside him.
โ€œWhere am I?โ€ He asked you. โ€œHโ€“help me. Oh, god. Oh my god.โ€ He choked again, coughing up blood.ย 
โ€œAlright, easy, Glen. Just take it easy,โ€ Dean told the man.
You and Dean watched as the older manโ€™s eyes glazed over and his shuddering subsided. Your heart almost broke for him; he truly seemed to not understand what was happening to him.
***
The morning after laying Glen to rest, you and the brothers sat outside Madisonโ€™s apartment in the Impala. You planned to wait out there till the next morning to see if Madison transformed, or if you really had cured her.ย 
Dean was explaining Glenโ€™s death to Sam. โ€œIt was sort of sad, actually. Glen had no clue what was going on. Hey, why do you think he turned Madison instead of just killing her in the first place?โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t know. I mean, he kind of seemed to have a thing for her,โ€ Sam suggested.
โ€œMaybe his primal instinct did, too. Maybe he was looking for a little, uh, hot breeding action.โ€ Dean wiggled his eyebrows.
โ€œYeah. Something like that.โ€
โ€œSo?โ€ you questioned, leaning over the back of the seat.
Sam eyed you quizzically. โ€œSo what?โ€
โ€œMadisonโ€ฆ?โ€ you urged.
โ€œOh, whatever.โ€
You lightly shoved his shoulder. โ€œDonโ€™t โ€˜whateverโ€™ me, kid, you liked her.โ€
โ€œ(Y/N/N), she thought I was a stark-raving lunatic,โ€ he deadpanned.
โ€œYeah, a stark-raving lunatic that saved her life,โ€ you challenged.
โ€œYeah, but she doesnโ€™t know that.โ€
Madison suddenly appeared at Samโ€™s rolled-down window. โ€œYou know, for a stake-out, your carโ€™s a bit conspicuous. What are you still doing here?โ€
โ€œHonestly? Uh, weโ€™re pretty sure youโ€™re not gonna turn tonight, but weโ€™ve gotta be a hundred percent, soโ€ฆ you know, weโ€™reโ€ฆ lurking,โ€ explained Dean.
โ€œI know this sounds crazyโ€”โ€ Sam began.
Madison cut him off. โ€œSure does. Well, if weโ€™re gonna wait it outโ€ฆ we might as well do it together.โ€
She led you and the brothers back up to her apartment. Madison seemed to hesitate before she spoke once inside. โ€œYou were telling the truth, werenโ€™t you? About everything. What you didโ€” it was to help me.โ€
Sam nodded.
โ€œI did all of those horrible things,โ€ she said remorsefully, โ€œwhen I turned.โ€
โ€œYou didnโ€™t know,โ€ coaxed Sam.
โ€œSo, when will we know for sure? Moonrise?โ€ she asked.
โ€œNo, I donโ€™t think so,โ€ the brunet answered. โ€œYou turned middle of the night last night. I think weโ€™ve gotta hang in until sun-up.โ€
You watched Sam carefully, and Dean gave a tiny nod. โ€œWell,โ€ the older brother began, โ€œit looks like weโ€™ve got ourselves a few hours to kill. Poker, anyone?โ€
โ€œAlways,โ€ you said.ย 
***
Several games later, the sun sank, and the moon rose. Dean laid his gun on the table, and Madison and Sam watched him with unease.
โ€œOh, no, you guys talk,โ€ Dean chuckled awkwardly.
***
Hours later, the sun came up.
โ€œDoesโ€” Does this mean it worked?โ€ Madison asked hopefully.
Sam sighed in relief. โ€œYeah. I think so.โ€
Madison threw her arms around Sam. โ€œOh, God, thank you. Thank you so much.โ€
Dean cleared his throat, and you jabbed him with your elbow at his interruption of their moment.ย 
Madison laughed. โ€œYou, too, Dean. Thank you. Same to you, (Y/N).โ€
You nodded. โ€œWell, Dean and I have some, uhโ€ฆ stuff to go do.โ€ You pulled on the older brotherโ€™s jacket, lugging him out of the room. โ€œBye, Sam, bye, Madison.โ€
โ€œSmooth,โ€ Dean commented once you were out of the door.
โ€œLook, I didnโ€™t wanna be in there any longer than necessary. Room stunk of sexual tension,โ€ you chided.
โ€œBetween me and you, or Sam and Madison?โ€ he smirked.
You scoffed, โ€œSmooth,โ€ mocking his earlier statement.ย 
***
As soon as the door to the motel room was shut, Deanโ€™s lips were on yours. You shoved his back against the door, pushing his jacket down his shoulders. You bit his bottom lip eagerly, and he moaned into your mouth.
โ€œ(Y/N), what are you doing to me,โ€ he groaned.
โ€œShut up,โ€ you ordered, tugging his hair harshly. You shoved him down onto the bed and teasingly ghosted your lips over his clothed chest all the way up his neck and stopped just before his lips. He tried to lean up to kiss you, but you wouldnโ€™t let him.ย 
โ€œStop teasing,โ€ he growled, almost sounding pitiful.
You tsked. โ€œYou didnโ€™t ask very nicely.โ€ You rolled your hips over the hardening bulge in his jeans, and he groaned again.ย 
โ€œ(Y/N), please,โ€ he whined.
โ€œThereโ€™s my boy,โ€ you grinned, leaning forward to kiss him. His hands were all over you in an instant, and you kissed down his neck. You got his shirt off before taking his pants off and palmed him through his boxers.
โ€œ(Y/N), stop it,โ€ he begged.
โ€œStop what?โ€ You took your hand off, worried youโ€™d done something wrong.ย 
โ€œTeasing,โ€ he whined. โ€œJust touch me, please.โ€
Youโ€™d never seen him so spaced out before. The shit-eating grin returned to your face, and you went back to dragging your fingers along the underside of his shaft through his underwear. โ€œI am touching you,โ€ you playfully said.
He thrusted up into your hand. โ€œOh, god, you know what I mean.โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t, actually,โ€ you cooed.ย 
โ€œ(Y/N), please suck my dick. Please, sweetheart. I need you,โ€ he begged.
โ€œAtta boy,โ€ you said, happily taking his boxers down his hips. You began teasing the tip of his penis with your tongue before taking the whole thing into your mouth. You sucked on him earnestly, and his hips stuttered, trying to thrust up into you. You held his hips down firmly, but couldnโ€™t keep his hand from winding in your hair. You felt he was close to ejaculation and quickly took your mouth off him.ย 
โ€œWhat the fuck?โ€ he questioned, chest heaving.
You gripped the base of his cock harshly. โ€œWatch your mouth,โ€ you said lowly.ย 
โ€œOh, god, sorry, sweetheart. Iโ€™m sorry.โ€
You grinned at the thought of having such a tough and strong man turning to absolute putty in your hands.ย 
โ€œI-I wanna touch you. Please,โ€ Dean heaved, clawing at your shoulders.
You slinked up his body, sitting gently on his stomach. Dean pushed your shirt up, running his hands underneath it to get to your breasts. He groaned as he squeezed one in each hand, and you threw your head back at the feeling of him tweaking your nipples.
โ€œSweetheart,โ€ he started, โ€œRide my face. Please.โ€
Heat flooded between your thighs at the thought. โ€œOkay,โ€ you said, suddenly feeling nervous. You pushed your jeans off and hovered over his face. You were afraid to settle onto him completely, but that trepidation was quickly subdued by Dean grabbing your hips and pulling you down onto his lips, his large hands firmly keeping you there. You moaned instantly when his tongue immediately found your clit, sucking harshly.ย 
You eagerly rolled your hips against him, half trying to escape the immense pleasure and half trying to move toward it. Your orgasm approached quickly, and you screamed his name as you came.
When he finally released you, you moved off him to reveal a shit-eating grin spread across his glistening face. You gathered up the slick that had collected on his mouth with two of your fingers and shoved them into his mouth, and he sucked them harshly. You got back on top of him, settling right over his hardened dick.
โ€œYou ready for me, baby?โ€ you asked.
He responded by thrusting against you, catching you off-guard. You gasped and lined up with his cock before slamming down onto him. You rolled your hips in time with his, and he pulled you down to his lips to kiss you. Deanโ€™s erratic thrusts were making you dizzy, and he soon rolled over on top of you to finish getting the both of you off. You dug your nails into his shoulders, and he buried his face in your neck as the two of you came together.
Gasps and moans filled the room around you as you both rode out your highs. Dean stayed fully inside you, even after he came, and adjusted the two of you to where you were lying on his chest with his dick still inside you. Completely content, you fell asleep on top of Dean.ย 
*** The next morning, you woke up before Dean as usual. His cock had softened, but was still nestled firmly inside you. You gingerly slid off him and moved to go get showered and dressed, only to have him grab your hand as you tried to step away to get a fresh set of clothes.ย 
He hummed, โ€œMorning,โ€ and pulled you back down to him.
You giggled and yelped as you came crashing down back to the bed next to him and pecked his lips. โ€œHi, handsome.โ€
He kissed you again. โ€œYโ€™know,โ€ Dean started, kissing you once more. โ€œIโ€™ve neverโ€”โ€ kiss, โ€œโ€”let anyoneโ€”โ€ kiss, โ€œโ€”besides youโ€”โ€ kiss, โ€œโ€”do that to me.โ€ย 
โ€œWell, good. Iโ€™m happy to be the one and only,โ€ you smiled against his lips, standing once more.
Just as you and Dean had finished getting dressed and were going to head for some breakfast, there was a pounding on the door. You opened it to reveal a completely breathless Sam.
โ€œ Sheโ€” she turned,โ€ he said.
โ€œWhat?โ€ you asked, shocked.
โ€œI couldnโ€™t grab her in time,โ€ he continued sadly.
Dean came up behind you and put a hand on your waist to let you know he was there. โ€œWeโ€™ll find her, Sammy.โ€
Sam continued to panic as you headed down to the Impala. He told you Bobby knew severing the bloodline wouldnโ€™t work, and any other hunter heโ€™d called said there was no way to cure a werewolf.
โ€œHow come she didnโ€™t turn when we were with her?โ€ Dean asked.ย 
โ€œDeanโ€”โ€ Sam began.
Dean cut him off. โ€œSo, what, you put her to bed and then she wolfed out? Maybe sheโ€™s gotta be asleep to turn.โ€
โ€œWhat the hell does it matter, Dean? Look, weโ€™ve gotta find some way to help her, some legend we missed or something.โ€
โ€œSam, I donโ€™t think so, man,โ€ you chimed in. โ€œSomebody wouldโ€™ve known about it.โ€
โ€œWell, then we have to look harder! Until we find something,โ€ he protested, welling up with tears.
โ€œSammy, I donโ€™t think weโ€™ve got a choice here anymore,โ€ Dean sighed. โ€œI hate to say it. Sheโ€™s a sweet girl, but part of her isโ€”โ€
Sam cut him off. โ€œEvil? Yeah, thatโ€™s what they say about me, Dean! So me you wonโ€™t kill, but her, youโ€™re just gonna blow away?โ€
Before Dean could argue, Samโ€™s phone rang. โ€œMadison, where are you?โ€
Upon hearing that, you and the brothers quickly got to and into the car without needing to say a word to each other. โ€œAlright, hold on, Maddie. Weโ€™re coming to get you, just stay where you are,โ€ Sam told her before hanging up the phone.
*** Back in Madisonโ€™s apartment, she sat clad in a shirt Sam had been wearing the day before at her kitchen table. Deanโ€™s favorite gun sat before her, and she eyed it, emotionless. โ€œI donโ€™t remember anything. I probably killed someone last night. Didnโ€™t I?โ€ she asked hesitantly.
โ€œWe donโ€™t know that yet,โ€ you reminded her.
The brunette looked up to Sam. โ€œIs there something else we can try to make it go away?โ€
โ€œWeโ€™ll find something. I mean, thereโ€™s gotta be some answer, somewhere,โ€ Sam tried.
Deanโ€™s voice rumbled through the air. โ€œThatโ€™s not entirely true. Madison, you deserve to know. Weโ€™ve scoured every source. Thereโ€™s just no cure.โ€
Madison turned back to Sam and then looked over to you. โ€œIsโ€” Is he right?โ€
The younger Winchester stood and turned away, choked up.
โ€œWe thought about tying you up, but one day, youโ€™re gonna bust out,โ€ you told her. โ€œAnd thenโ€ฆ someone else dies.โ€ You paused thoughtfully. โ€œIโ€™m sorry. I am.โ€
โ€œMe too,โ€ Dean added.
Shakily exhaling through her tears, Madison resigned herself. โ€œSo, I guess thatโ€™s all there is to it, then.โ€
Sam turned back to her. โ€œStop it. Donโ€™t talk like that.โ€
Your heart broke at the sight of Madison picking up the gun and walking it over to Sam. โ€œSam, I donโ€™t wanna hurt anyone else. I donโ€™t wanna hurt you.โ€
โ€œPut that down,โ€ he begged.
โ€œI canโ€™t do it myself. I need you to help me.โ€
A tear slipped down Samโ€™s cheek. โ€œMadison, no.โ€
โ€œSamโ€ฆ Iโ€™m a monster.โ€
โ€œYou donโ€™t have to be. We could find a way, alright? I can. Iโ€™m gonna save you,โ€ he said, although you know he didnโ€™t believe what he was saying.
โ€œYou tried,โ€ she sighed, crying harder. โ€œI know you tried. But this is all there is left. Help me, Sam. I want you to do it. I want it to be you.โ€ย 
He shook his head. โ€œI canโ€™t.โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t wanna die. I donโ€™t,โ€ she continued. โ€œBut I canโ€™t live like this. This is the way you can save me. Please. Iโ€™m asking you to save me.โ€
Sam shook his head again, and Madison watched him intently. Cautiously, Dean walked up behind Madison and gently took the gun from her. Sam immediately stormed off to another room.
You exchanged a look with Dean before following his younger brother.ย 
โ€œSam,โ€ Dean said, holding up the gun. โ€œ Iโ€™m sorry.โ€
The brunet shook his head, still crying. โ€œNo, youโ€™re right. Sheโ€™s right.โ€
โ€œSammy, I got this one. Iโ€™ll do it,โ€ Dean replied bravely.
โ€œShe asked me to.โ€
โ€œYou donโ€™t have to.โ€
โ€œYes, I do. Please.โ€ He held out his hand for the gun, tears flowing steadily now. Dean couldnโ€™t seem to manage handing it to him, and you carefully took it from his hand. Sliding a hand up Deanโ€™s back to comfort him, you held the gun out to Sam.ย 
Standing with Dean, rubbing circles over the middle of his back with your thumb and tucked into his side, you watched Sam walk out of the room.
โ€œJust wait here,โ€ he told you. His whole body tremored, and his face shone with tears. He hesitated a moment before moving toward the other room.ย 
Now that it was just the two of you, Dean clutched your hip harder and allowed a tear to roll down his cheek. You stood by him silently, allowing him to allow himself to feel for a brief moment. And then, you flinched at the horrible sound of a single gunshot coming from the next room.ย 
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