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[maximumkillshot]

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Haven't Done this in a bit so LETS GOO

Hello Everyone!

So I haven't done this in a hot minute. But I noticed that my Stray Kids Tags have gotten large enough to do this possibly. I also know I have so many SPN fam as well. Send me your ideas for drabbles, they can be spicy, heart achy, and yes, fluffy as well.

All are welcome!! I want to start getting more fic drabbles out. You can even ask me what I think if X would encounter Y, whatever you want. I'm all ears!!!

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[bamby0304]

Oh my God!! I totally spaced, and in my sleepy haste to get the latest chapter of With Wolves out I totally forgot to thank @moonlitskinwalker & @yourvoiceislikearose for beta-ing it!! @squirrel-moose-winchester, Imma add you to that list, too, ‘cause I know you’ve helped me with stuff lately, and I can’t remember what you have and haven’t read :P Seriously, you three and @kittenofdoomage are life savers. You’ve all helped with ideas, or beta-ing, or encouraging, or whatever. Either way, seriously, thank you!!

[goldendream-s]

Misguided ghosts - paramore (Have you listened to them? They’re amazing!)

wait up by Charlotte Lawrence

+i’ve heard a few songs from them and i really like Misery Business!!

[hurricanelegacy]

✨💛 This is the Amazing Person Award! 🏆Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you're amazing inside and out 💛✨

thank you so much ❤️

[bamby0304]

Eeee!! @yourvoiceislikearose is my bestie!!

You’re an amazing writer 💕 I just wanted to tell you in case no one else has 😘 Pass this around to other writers who you think are amazing as well #SpreadLoveNotHate

Awe thanks, babe. I’ll pass this on to some new writers I’ve been digging : @covered-byroses @yourvoiceislikearose 💖💖

[pascalpvnk]

Pumpkin in the Leaves - Shawn Mendes

Synopsis: Shawn and the little one having some autumn fun

Word Count: 980

Warnings: immense fluffiness, trouble making

(this gif has no correlation to the blurb, I just thought it was cute)

“Dada, one more time! One more please!”

The tiny toddler raises her puffy coat clad arms up in protest. Her lower half is under the crumpled pile of leaves, some of them clinging onto her wind swept curls. Her honey eyes are pleading, and Shawn is huffing under his breath. It’s hard to say no to her when she is quite literally grinning from ear to ear. 

“Pumpkin, I told you that was the last one. We gotta clean them up and put them in the bags. Mama said we have to get inside before it gets too cold,” he lightly pinches her rosy cheek. The sun is inching lower and lower towards the horizon and the breeze is picking up quite a bit. “Don’t want your itty bitty fingers to freeze off.”

Her reaction is predictable, a pout. She flings herself backwards. It’s not a tantrum, but she’s just standing—or rather lying on—her ground. Leaves frame her face, the colors are beautiful in contrast to her complexion and eyes. Like she was made for the season. 

“I wasn’t ready! I forgot that it was the last one,” she mumbles. With every passing second, her expression becomes sadder and sadder. It even gets to the point where her eyes begin to well up with tears. 

“Okay, okay,” Shawn breaks, and her features immediately brighten. “One more time, but you have to pinky promise to me that it’s the last one though, or it’s not a deal,” he warns.

Cheers and giggles escape from her as she tosses fistfuls of leaves into the sky. Wobbling to her feet, she jabs her pinky out at him. It is much, much smaller in comparison to Shawn’s. Hell, it’s probably less than half as long as his. Minuscule details like that make his heart swell, reminding him of how little his baby really is.

Shawn’s pinky finger gently engulfs her much tinier one. The corners of her eyes crinkle in glee.

“You gotta kiss it, daddy. Or else it won’t count,” she points out. Her lips pucker out dramatically as she tugs on his hand.

“That’s my girl,” he smirks, fully knowing that he’s the one who taught her that. 

They both kiss their own hands in unison before Shawn sneakily scoops her up and peppers her face with kisses. Squeals erupt from her as she tries to get away. He stumbles to the tree, recovering from the laughing fit he caused.

“So,” he puts her on the ground, “do you want to watch or are you gonna help me out?”

“I wanna help!” She exclaims. With her mini rake in hand, she starts to pile up the leaves again as best as she can. The plastic toy doesn’t do much to assist her, but she’s still as happy as she can be. This causes Shawn to have to do most of the work, but he doesn’t mind. He gets to spend time with his favorite little girl and they’re both having bunches of fun. 

Within a few short minutes, the leaves are stacked high. Her eyes glimmer with excitement.

Everything about her screams youthfulness. It’s even radiating off of her, and Shawn feels like a kid again. That’s one of his favorite feelings.

“You ready, hun?” He questions. She answers by putting her hands up and giggling. Shawn chuckles along with her as he lifts her up. “Count me down, Pumpkin.”

“Three!” She squeaks as he rocks her forward, lot letting her go quite yet. “Two!” He becomes more exaggerated with his swinging. Clearly he won’t throw her into the pile so roughly, but it’s fun to pretend. “One!”

Shawn draws her back one more time and gently tosses her onto the crisp pile of orange and red. Her screech echoes down the street. Surely it was loud enough to be heard in the house, but Shawn could care less. He plops himself next to her, being careful not to squash her. She snickers as she scoops up some leaves, putting them on top of his head.

“Beautiful,” she beams while sprinkling more in his hair. Some of the leaves stay stuck in his curls, most fall back into the collection. 

“Thank you, angel. I love you.”

You come outside with two mugs in each hand. Steam rises from the hot chocolate mixture into the cool air. You find Shawn and your daughter still being entertained by the pretty leaves. Truly, you don’t care that they aren’t in the bags where they should be. The sight of those two makes you warm from the inside out. The loves of your life. 

“How are my two favorite trouble makers?” You call out. Their heads whip toward you simultaneously with the purest looks of youthfulness. The cold has nipped at their skin and turned their cheeks and noses red, and their matching eyes are as wide open as they could possibly be.

Without a response, they give each other a smirk, get up from the leaves and dash in your direction. You already feel like know where this might be going.

“Careful, careful!” You warn. “There is very very hot cocoa in my hands and if it spills…”

Shawn plucks the cups from your hands and very cautiously place them on the cement. He gives are a quick peck before throwing you over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” Your feet kick behind you as you lightly hit your palms against his back. His little look alike smiles at your struggle. “You little booger.”

You’re released onto the mountain and jumped on by the little one. She attacks your sides with her fingers and you trap her in a bear hug. Shawn lies down next to you and joins the now group hug. There’s nothing in the world you’d trade this for. You could spend an eternity with your love and your pumpkin in the leaves.

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[roxyspearing]

Do it like Dean

Sup lovely people? I got something for you :)

This is my entry for @idreamofplaid and her super cool in the bunker challenge. This is also a fill for both @spngenrebingoand @spndeanbingo

Summary: It’s just your boyfriend Jensen giving you a tour of the Supernatural set. What shenanigans could possibly happen?

Word count: 1,509

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Dean x Reader (you’ll see), brief Jared

Warnings: smutty smut smut y’all! Children, turn away now! Sex, oral (female receiving), mild bondage, mild sensory deprivation, mild swearing

Squares filled: free space (spngenrebingo) and sex (spndeanbingo)

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“And....cut!” Comes the call from in front of you, and everyone jumps up on to the set. Props are replaced, camera angles are double checked, make-up retouched. And amongst all the hustle and bustle, you quietly stand and wait for one man in particular to realise you're there. Just as he's headed to his mark, he tilts his head just slightly enough in your direction, and you smile just as widely as he does as he hurries over to you.

“Hey, handsome? Know where a girl can get a bite to eat around here? Plane food is horrendous.”

“Here.” Digging into his pocket, Jensen pulls out a set of keys. “Third trailer on the left. Make yourself at home.”

“Shall do. Am I able to give you a kiss, or will that wreck all your pretty make-up?”

“Jay!” Jared shouts, and the moments passed.

“Try to keep the gag reel shenanigans to a minimum.” You laugh, and with a wave to your second favourite Texan, you grab your bag and head towards the trailers. 

You're just finishing up making two BLT's with extra bacon when you hear voices from outside. Grabbing the mayo, you put a healthy dollop on one, before grabbing a knife out of the trailer’s small but well-equipped kitchen and cutting both in half, as a pair of strong arms encircle your waist.

“Perfect timing.”

“Hmmm, I'll say. A beautiful woman in my sweatshirt, making me a sandwich. All I need now is a beer.”

“You’re one smooth talker, Ackles.”

“How were the vineyards of France?” Jensen asks you, grabbing both plates from the counter heading to the couch.

“They’re no brewery in Austin, that’s for sure.” You laugh, remembering the day you were assigned to cover the brewery’s opening for the paper you were freelancing for at the time. The place was gorgeous, as was the owner, who’d after giving you a dazzling interview for your article, so dazzling that the paper had offered you a permanent job, had asked for your phone number. You hadn’t hesitated for a second to give it to him.

“So, what assignments have you got lined up next?”

“Actually, nothing. For a month.”

“Seriously?!” Jensen mumbles through a bite of sandwich.

“Yep. I’ve called in a couple of favors so that I still get some holiday time at the end of the year, but the next four weeks are all mine.”

“That’s great timing. We’re on hiatus for two and a half weeks once we finish shooting this episode.”

“What’s this one about? Any juicy spoilers you can give me?” Having barely watched any of Jensen’s TV show when you got together, you had taken advantage of an unfortunate stomach bug to try it out.  And that was all that had been needed for you to binge fourteen seasons worth of episodes in a seven week period. You always tried to get Jensen to spill the beans about episodes, but it never worked.

“Yes.. There is a scene, in which I, am....in.”

“Oh my God.” You squeal, throwing a cushion towards his face. “You freaking dork.”

“Yep. Your freaking dork.” Jensen laughs. “Though, I suppose I could give you a tour. Access all areas.”

“Ooo yes! Let’s go!”

“Now?” Jensen exclaims incredulously.

“Yes! Come on !”

Jensen had managed to get the keys to the sets, though you were sure he’d not really had to struggle doing so. You’d been nearly everywhere, Jensen telling you little stories or tricks of the trade for each new setting, and you’d even gotten to sit behind the wheel of Baby. Hand-in-hand, the two of you walked down a hallway before turning a corner to arrive in what you easily recognised as Dean’s bedroom.

“And this...this is where the magic happens.”

“Oh my God!” You laugh, sitting on the end of the bed. “Is that the kind of lines Dean Winchester uses now? No wonder he hasn’t gotten laid in a while.”

“Dean Winchester does just fine with the ladies.”

“Oh yeah?” You smirk, raising an eyebrow. “Well, my apologies, Dean. How’s about you show me just how fine you do?”

Jensen smiled wide at you, but as he realised that you weren’t kidding...holy fuck. His eyes darkened as he took a step towards you, giving you a flirty eyebrow raise of his own.”

“Hiya sweetheart.”

”Hey Dean. Been a while.”

“Yeah. You get lost or something? Because this is my room.”

“Actually” you whisper, standing up and resting your hands on Dean’s chest, “I’m exactly where I need to be.” Your eyes meet his green ones, and that’s all is needed to set the spark between you both alight. One big hand comes to the back of your neck, his lips rough and demanding against yours. His other grasps your hip, pulling you closer into that muscular body of his, and you can already feel how hard he is through layers of denim and cotton.

“Strip. Now” Dean’s voice comes out deep and broken as the two of you break apart, and you find yourself shaking as you move to follow his instructions. You’ve got your t-shirt over your head, unable to see anything, when Dean’s lips latch onto the point on your neck that always makes you weak behind the knees.

“Do you trust me?” Dean murmurs against your skin, and you gasp out a yes. You gasp again as Dean’s hands move to your t-shirt, freeing your arms but keeping it rolled over your eyes, and then he’s guiding you to lay down on the bed. You let out a whimper as his hands slide up your ribcage, just glancing over the swell, and then one hand slips under you and you feel the give of the clasp. Dean shimmys your bra off and then you feel the bed shift as he stands up, and you’re just about to move the fabric covering your eyes when you feel the bed dip once more, a heavy weight above you as Dean straddles your chest, and then he’s taking your wrists and tying them to the headboard”

“Oh God” You moan, Dean’s chuckles meeting your ears.

“Give me time, it’ll be my name your moaning.”

“Shit.”

You feel Dean shuffle backwords, til he’s between your spread legs. his fingers brush down your stomach, then he’s undoing your jeans, pulling both them and your panties off in one fell swoop. You can feel his breath on your pussy as he gets comfortable on the bed, and you can’t help but jump as he swipes one thick finger over your damp folds.

“Hmmm....seems someone likes being at my mercy. You’re so wet Y/N, you’re dripping over my bed. Dirty girl. Guess I’m going to have to clean you up.” And then his mouth is on you, tongue zeroing in on your clit like some sort of heat seeking missile.

“Dean!!” You yell, arching your back, before one forearm pins your hips back on the bed. You try to close your legs, but his wide shoulders keep them spread open to his gaze and his touch. You groan as you feel a finger dip into your pussy, before it’s pulled back and replaced by two. Your pussy clenches, desperate to come around his fingers as he continues to lick and suck at your clit. You’re right on the edge, sweating and writhing, when Dean pulls away, and with one quick movement flips you over, lifting your hips up and then he’s sliding into you, one long, hard movement that doesn’t stop until he’s buried in your tight wet heat, and it’s the feeling of his thick cock that makes you come around him. As you gasp for air, and wondering when exactly Dean took his clothes off, the man in question slowly pulls back, until he’s almost about to fall out, before slowly sliding back in, back and forth so slowly that you can feel every ridge, every pulse of his dick inside you.

“Dean.....” You sob, trying to get some purchase on the sheet beneath you, a sharp cry leaving you as he thrusts into you hard. You’ve no choice but to hold on and take it, his cock moving hard and fast, hitting that spot every time, until....

“DEAN!!!!” You can’t help but yell as you come for the second time, so hard and for so long that your vision goes white. As you come back down, you realise your hands have been untied, the blindfold thrown to the floor, soft murmurs in your ear.

“Y/N? Hun, talk to me.” Jensen’s Texan drawl slowly drifts over you, as soft as his hands as they caress your wrists. “Y/N?”

“Jensen....”

“There she is. Here, have a sip of this.” The water is cool against your parched throat, and Jensen has to keep moving it away to stop you gulping it down. “You OK? I know we’ve never done some of that before, but-”

“Jensen. If that’s how Dean Winchester does with the ladies, then we are gonna have to do that a lot more.”

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[bamby0304]

I just found a gallery of Supernatural characters and their cat counterparts!! There’s dogs, too, but I didn’t like Lucifier’s dog, so I’m just showing the cats

First up, we have Bobby:

Look at him and his hat!!

Next we have Castiel:

The eyes!!

Charlie:

Tell me that cat isn’t a Harry Potter fan!! I dare you!!

Crowley:

Yes!!

Dean:

Perfection!!

Gabriel:

Look at him!!

Garth:

If Garth got turned into a were-cat instead of werewolf, he would so look like this!!

And last, but certainly not least, Sam:

THE HAIR!! THE EYES!! THE BEAUTY!!

Dog Version

@crispychrissy @kittenofdoomage @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @moonlitskinwalker @dean-winchesters-bacon @sculptorofbeginnings @maddiepants @squirrel-moose-winchester @saxxxology @sis-tafics @yourvoiceislikearose @curly-haired-disaster

[goldendream-s]

I’m gonna hit ya with our boy 😂 This is what it takes by Shawn Mendes (this is like my fourth thing I hope I’m not annoying you 😱)

jump (ft. Trippie Redd) by Julia Michaels

and no you’re not annoying me at all!! i hope you’re enjoying these songs i’ve answered with though ahah

[seenashwrite]

🎃 HAPPY HALLOWEEN, SPN FAMILY! 👻

Tagging The Nashhooligans - or, for today, The Nashghouligans - and the CASPN Crew, and everyone else I can think of (apologies in advance if I forgot anyone!) (I no doubt forgot people) (#brain farts)

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[deanssweetheart23]

Happy New Year; my best wishes (and an explanation)

My dear friends and wonderful followers,

How are you all? I’ve missed you so, so much. I know I disappeared. Again. Without a warning this time. And for far too long. And I really am very sorry for going incommunicado out of the blue, and making people worry and not reading your beautiful words or posting any new stories, but, please let me tell you.

These past few months have been freaking wild.

Disclaimer: The story under the cut is long. Feel free to ignore it, but, please, let me tell you I am not leaving Tumblr and will write everything I have promised in time. 

Now...

I’m a senior at college this year, so as you can understand, my college life is just one big project after the other. In the past two months, I had to submit four different papers, attend two different workshops as well as a bunch of make-up classes at widely inconvenient hours and I already have two more literary essays to work on along with a literary presentation on Jean Rhys. And because, obviously, I don’t know when or how to stop I am also currently attending eight different online classes because they seemed cool and I really wanted to add them to my CV *rolls eyes at herself*

I also doubled my hours at the gym. I followed a specific medical treatment that made me gain weight last year, and I’m trying to get my butt back into shape now that I’m meds free. And I love it. Don’t get me wrong. It’s a bumpy journey filled with burpees and hours spent on the treadmill (I literally run for an hour nonstop,even my CrossFit instructor is impressed, lol), and painful training sessions at CrossFit and Aerobics class, but it has paid off. I’m definitely getting back to my old self and I’ve made so many good friends over these past few months. It’s a win, isn’t it?

Next on the list: Driving lessons. I’ve been putting this off for a long time (I used to be terrified of getting behind a wheel, to be honest) and I started this September. Granted, my classes are done, but there’s been a strike for the past four months, so I can’t seat the practical exams to get my driving license. Talk about bad timing. *sigh* I think I have mostly forgotten everything I learnt. Anyway, I’m hoping the exams will open sometime in January and I will be able to schedule an examination sometime in April (because there are currently 50000 more people waiting for the exams to restart just like me). Keep your fingers crossed for me, wil you?

A lowkey crush (*spoiler alert* it didn’t end well but I honestly don’t even mind) and the never-ending preparations of traveling to the US because --guess what-- I am visiting my sunflower @trexrambling this April took a bunch of my time and energy (no regrets though, I get to hug Jess again *runs around in circles*)

And most importantly. I had to figure out what I’d do with my future. Like I said, I’m finishing off college this year, so I needed to think, long and hard, what direction I wanted to take with my master’s program and whether I’d travel abroad to study starting September 2019 or in 2020. After many anxiously sleepless nights and hours spent researching different academic programs, I think I have a concrete plan of what I will be doing next and I really, really love it. Wish me luck?  

Still, as busy as these past few months have been, I am happier than I have been in a while.

I feel so active, so present in everything that is happening in my life and it’s just heartbreakingly beautiful. I know many of you know I went through a rough patch this autumn (I still can’t thank everyone who reached out enough), but I think I went through what I went through for a good reason. I’m doing good now, I’m going out a lot (I’m feeling such wanderlust, it’s ridiculous) and I smile and laugh even more than I used to. I’m more than okay with that.

However, I do miss writing. A lot.

So, no. I am not going away or giving up Tumblr or anything. I know lots of things have changed since the last time I posted here (Tumblr’s guidelines being one of them), but my intend to share my words with you is the same. 

As promised, I will finish my series rewrite, Against All Odds (it’s actually written, I just have to make some small adjustions) and write the epilogue to Somewhere Only We Know. 

I will write the AU about Italy that’s been in my mind forever. The college AU fake-dating fic based on Take My Hand will also happen as well, but I will have to adjust my outline since it can’t be a Christmas story anymore for *coughs* obvious reasons. Since these two stories will be long, these are my writing plans for now, but I have some more ideas I’m hoping I’ll be able to put into actual words eventually.

And, of course, I want to get back to reading your stories and interacting with all of you. All I’m asking you is to, please, be patient with me. It’s going to take me a while to balance everything, and I still might fall a little behind here, but I will be around. I can’t give up on you, guys.

Anyway. This is what I had to say. To the ones who read all of this, thank you. You have shown me so much love and appreciation and have given me so much joy over these past couple of years I could never, ever thank you enough. 

Here’s to a brilliant,. healthy and wholesome 2019, filled with endless moments of pure joy, infinite happiness and unconditional love.

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[pascalpvnk]

um if ur still taking blurbs.... 54,37,38 🥺

1.1k of best friends to lovers that has been sitting in my inbox for two months (I’m so sorry) and being put together piece by piece. I’m kinda really not satisfied with how it turned out but it is what it is. I hope that at least you enjoy. (masterlist linked in bio)

Warnings: fluff, swearing, teasing (in a friendly way), lactose intolerance, a tickle fight, confessions of love

14*: “Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”

37: “You look like you need a hug”

38: “I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies”

“Do you want a bite?” You ask, offering a heaping spoonful of your cookie dough ice cream. The marble top of the island is cool against your bare elbows. Shawn leans on it as well, getting down to your level but with much space between you. It’s the only barrier separating you two apart. 

He gives you a smug look. “You’d be fucking insane to think I’d bite ice cream,” he smirks, clearly thinking he’s hilarious. You try your absolute best not to crack a smile, but the combination of his dimples popping out, eyes crinkling and his own intoxicating smile, it’s pretty damn impossible. Your fingertips reach over to playfully shove his shoulder, and he releases a string of giggles.

“Stop playing! You know what I mean, goose,” you resist the strong urge to boop his scrunched up nose. “It’s gonna melt so please just eat it.” Offering him the spoon once again, you expect him to take it in his hand. 

The words “my pleasure” roll off his tongue and are as sweet as honey, making you feel all warm and tingly inside. Instead of taking the whole utensil between his fingers, he wraps his lips around the end of it, taking the scoop of ice cream away. His dark, chestnut eyes bore into yours and you could stare into them for hours on end. Blood rushes to your cheeks and a bit down south, the sight of him making you melt in place of the ice cream.

He hums quietly, but you definitely don’t miss it. “That was good. I can see why it’s your favorite.” He’s using the same silky tone that he had before and it’s driving you nuts. You bite the inside of your cheek and nod before shoving some ice cream into your own mouth. Anything that can help cool you down will be useful. 

You constantly debate with yourself whether or not you should tell him how you feel. But you don’t think you could survive if you ruin the friendship you already have if he doesn’t feel the same. When he pulls shit like this though, it’s pretty difficult to contain yourself and shove those words down. But then again, the things you’d do just for him to give you a chance are infinite, within reason of course. 

“You okay? You’re kinda flushed.”

Your attention snaps back up to him. Yeah, you got lost in your head again. Blinking a couple times, you come up with a fib on the spot.

“Yeah, just starting to get a stomach ache. Yunno,” you pause, “…lactose sensitivity or whatever.”

Shawn shakes his head and laughs, “you never learn, huh? It’s okay though, I love you still, but I’m taking this away from you.” He takes the bowl and backs away out of your reach. Your stomach flutters at his words. I love you. Not exactly the context you want it, since he’s your best friend and not your boyfriend, but it’s better than nothing. Anything from him is better than nothing at all.

You put on your best pout, not expecting him to actually confiscate your precious bowl of ice cream. 

“Awe, you look like you need a hug,” he teases, totally mocking your pouty face. Without another word, he sets down the bowl and starts toward you. Everything in you begs that something snapped and he’s just going to kiss the shit out of you and confess his heart to you, but it’s much too good to be true. 

Shawn swiftly throws you over his shoulder as his fingers attack your sides. Your body freezes before you begin to squirm. You hate it when he tickles you. It makes you feel helpless and like you can’t breathe. Plus he makes you ugly laugh when he tickles you hard enough. But then again, you kind of love it. You love it when he laughs back and the feeling of his hands on you is addicting. You’re mad at yourself for loving it even a little because you know damn well that you only love it that little bit because you’re so in love with him.

After a few seconds of cackling, losing your breath, and almost peeing yourself, Shawn tosses you on the couch. He stalks across the room to the TV like nothing happened. 

“That wasn’t a hug, you bitch,” you pant.

“Shush, I’ll hug you in a second. Pick a movie, anything but Disney, though.” He shuffles through the cases he has in his hands, eyeing the other movies that are in the cabinets. 

“Even after knowing you for forever, I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies. You’re literally a child trapped inside a man’s body.”

“But you love my body so it’s okay,” he smirks. 

“Shut the fuck up. Maybe I don’t love you at all, huh? With your cocky, Disney hating ass.” Oh the lies that slip past your lips. 

He’s quiet for a moment and you worry that you played too much and hurt him. Quietly, he puts a movie into the DVD player and sits down on the end of the couch that is opposite of you. 

“Shawn,” you test to see if he’s okay, “hey, I was kidding. You know I love you. Well, I love you more than you probably know considering I’m in love with you but I-”

Everything following your word vomit seems like it’s in slow motion. You can feel your heartbeat in your throat. His expression completely changes from blank to shocked. He locks eyes with you and your entire being shatters when it isn’t a look of mutual endearment, just cold shock. You feel so stupid.

“Disregard that! Everything I just said, forget about it and let’s watch the movie. Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.” You would give a lot in this moment to be able to sink into the sofa. 

His silence scares the ever living shit out of you. Typically, you can sit together in silence for hours and be comfortable, but you probably haven’t ever felt more uncomfortable in your life.

The audio from the television distracts you as he scoots closer to you and cautiously puts his head on your shoulder. It takes you off guard. Your eyes well up with tears and you’re unsure of how you feel in this very moment.

“I can’t just be your best friend if I feel the same way,” he whispers.

With everything coming together in the most beautiful way—much more beautiful than you could ever imagine—with the physical and metaphorical warmth of him on you, you couldn’t feel more comfortable. Comfortable with him and comfortable to know that he will be with you even more in the future. Comfortable with the fact that he is your future. 

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[roxyspearing]

Even hunters like fireworks

Just a quick little thing I whipped up for @spngenrebingo

Happy Independence Day to all my American followers :) and there’s a little nod to SPN 5x16 in here

Summary: It’s been a while since you got to do something normal. So when your case finishes early July 4th, you’re determined to get the Winchesters to enjoy the day.

Word count: 450

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam

Warnings: minor swearing, mentions of old injuries

Square filled: Fourth of July

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“OK, I’ve got coffee, I’ve got bacon, I’ve got- what the hell is this?!” You exclaim, the motel door still open behind you.

“Case is finished. No reason to stick around, so once Sammy finishes sorting out that Disney princess hair of his, we are out of here. I’m just gonna stick these bags in the car, if you can just get out the way.”

“No.” Dean stops in his tracks at the sound of your voice, green eyes rising to meet your steely gaze.

“What do you me...”

“I mean, No.”

“What’s going on?” Sam asks, coming out the bathroom to find you and Dean in a stare-off.

“I’m not actually sure.”

“What’s going on Sam, Dean, is that today is the fourth of July. It’s a goddamn national holiday. So if everyone else is getting the day off, then so are we.”

“Y/N, I don’t think monsters take days off.”

“Maybe not. But we’ve been running ourselves ragged for months. If it’s not a bunch of dick angels, it’s another demon making a play for hell. And that’s before we get to any of your day-to-day, I’m a monster just because I am. And now it’s fourth of July, none of us have a broken arm or a spectacular black eye, so we will drop the bags in the car, but then we are going to a bar, drinking beer, eating burgers, and then we shall use one of our many fraudulent credit cards, get some fireworks, and find ourselves a field. Because damn it, even hunters like fireworks!!” You breath out raggedly as you come to the end of your little speech.

“Actually, that that does sound fun.” Sam pipes up, and bless his heart, he digs in deep and flashes his puppy dog eyes at Dean.

“Oh my Go- fine! We will do fourth of July. Happy?”

“Yeah.” You and Sam say.

“Good. Y/N?”

“Yes, Dean?”

“You’re still blocking the frigging door.”

“Is that long enough?”

“I think so...unroll a bit more wire.”

“Oh my god boys! You’re both giants, you can just run over here!” You yell from your perch on Baby’s hood.

“If my Baby gets damaged...” Dean yells back.

“She’ll be fine!” Sam’s already jogging back over to you, and you reach into the cooler for another bottle.

“OK! Fire in the hole!” Dean yells, and the world seems to stop for a second, and then the sky is filled with colour as the fireworks go off. Sam and Dean are transfixed, their faces looking younger then usual.

“Almost as good as 1996.” Sam laughs.

“Maybe even better.” Dean replies, meeting your eyes. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Dean?”

“You were right. Even hunters like fireworks.”

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[katymacsupernatural]

Bandages

Dean Winchester x Reader

1300 Words

Written For: @spnfluffbingo and for my Give Me four Challenge requested by @nurse-sarahrn

Square Filled: hurt/comfort

Her words: bandaids, socks, moon, worried. 

“It’s just a scratch!” Dean argued, warily eying the first aid kit you had just brought in from the kitchen. Placing it on the bed beside him, you stared down at him.

Dean’s hair was freshly washed, no longer full of dust, debris, blood and guts. The cuts on his face were still slightly oozing, his eye already swollen shut. He held one arm to his side, and although you knew it wasn’t broken it still scared you.

His favorite maroon shirt was splattered with blood, his along with the monsters and a little bit of yours as well. It was ripped in multiple spots, and you knew he would be heartbroken when you threw it away.

He looked a sight, and while you knew none of it was life threatening, you were still worried for him. Without saying a word, you reached into the kit, pulling out the package of band-aids, along with a couple of bandages. “Y/N, you don’t have to do this. It’s not that bad. Nothing that a shot or two of whiskey and sleep won’t cure.”

Sighing, you placed your hands on your hips, letting Dean know that you weren’t joking. “Dean, the cut on your forehead is still bleeding. You haven’t even given me a chance to check the rest of you over. So we can do this right now or I’ll drug your drink and do it while you’re asleep. Your choice.”

Rubbing his hand against his face, he hissed when it connected with the cut. “Fine. A band-aid or two. Some aspirin, and you next to me when I sleep. Those are my conditions.”

“And I accept,” you assured him. Pulling the kit closer to him, you helped him out of his ruined shirt and t-shirt, your eyes widened at the cuts lacing across his chest and arms. “Dean, this is definitely much more than a scratch or two. Let me call Cas, get him to heal…,”

“No!” Dean exclaimed, grabbing your hand and forcing you to meet his gaze. “Cas is busy trying to find Michael. I’ll survive. Especially if I’m under your wonderful care.”

“Compliments will get you nowhere,” you tried telling him. “But we’ll try it this way first. If I don’t like how things are healing, we call Cas.”

“Of course sweetheart. Whatever makes you happy.”

Seeing Dean like this didn’t make you happy. Not at all. But you went to work, cleaning each and every cut, applying band-aids when needed. He stayed still, only hissing slightly when the alcohol stung, always your stubborn hero. Laying your hand on his bare shoulder, you reached up, dabbing at the worst cut. The one above his eye. “This one is the worst,” you told him. “It will probably sting.”

“Not with your gentle touch,” he muttered through clenched teeth. As you press the cleaning pad gently against the wound, you could see Dean’s entire body straighten. You could hear his teeth gnashing together, but he stayed quiet.

“I think this one will require something more than a band-aid. I think we have a butterfly in here somewhere.”

Placing the butterfly carefully on the wound, you hoped it wouldn't scar. Pressing a kiss softly to his cheek, you stood up. “There, that looks a little better.”

“Think I'll live? He chuckled, gingerly pulling another t-shirt over his head before unbuttoning his jeans.

“I believe so. Why don't I get my brave patient some whiskey and then he can sleep it off.”

“As long as you're back to sleep with me,” he winked before he attempted to climb in bed. Groaning, he flopped down, and you wanted to do nothing more than pamper him and take away his pain.

“I'll be right back,” you promised, shutting the door quietly behind you. Sam's door was shut, light peering out from the crack, and you hesitated. Wondering if you should check on him as well. But his injuries had been less severe than Dean's, and you knew he had probably already taken care of himself.

Heading to the library, you poured two fingers of whiskey into a glass, taking a healthy sip before adding more. Turning back down the hallway, you open the bedroom door, only to find Dean sound asleep. Shuffling as quietly as you could, you slipped into the room, setting the crystal glass on the nightstand beside him.

You always loved watching Dean sleep. Even with the cuts and bruises on his face, he still looked so handsome. So innocent. Softly, you ghosted your lips over his cheek, noticing the smile that crept on his face. Making sure the blanket was pulled up, you slipped out of the room, letting him sleep.

Heading through the garage, you picked up one of his spare coats, wrapping it around your shoulders. With a flashlight you made the short trek down the tunnel, sitting down at the edge as soon as the night sky came into view. Wrapping the coat around you, you peered up at the moon, your thoughts troubled.

You hated seeing Dean like this. He was always so tough, so in control. But because of your stupid mistake, he had gotten beaten up, and you were worried that it was worse than he was letting on.

A tear slipped down your cheek as you stared up at the stars, wondering if this was really the life for you. If you were tough enough to hunt. To handle the lows along with the highs.

“It's freezing! What are you doing out here?” Dean called out. Hastily wiping away the tear, you faced him, pasting a smile on your face.

“Just needed some air. But why aren't you in bed?”

He sat down gingerly next to you, wrapping his good arm around your shoulder, pulling you against him. “I couldn't sleep. You weren't there.”

“Go back. You're sore, and this cold weather won't help. I'll be in soon.”

He didn't budge. You hadn't expected any different. Leaning closer in his embrace, you stayed quiet, enjoying the moment.

It was a couple minutes later he finally spoke. “Y/N, I think I know you well enough to know when you're worried. I just want to know why.”

Sighing, you knew Dean wouldn't give up until you gave him an answer. An honest one.

“Dean, do you think tonight was my fault? And honest opinion please.”

Grunting, he slid around until he was facing you. Reaching over, he grasped your hands. “First of all, no I don't. We all make mistakes, but my getting hurt was mine, not yours. Please don't think that.”

“I can't help it!” you exclaimed. “I grew lax, and because of that, you're hurt. And I just worry that maybe this isn't  the life for me.”

“Bullshit,” was his reply. “You're one of the best hunters I've ever known. Sam and I feel a lot safer with you by our side. And as for you and I? I can't imagine you not with me sweetheart.”

“I just don't want to be a liability.”

“Never. Unless you make your sore hunter stay out here any longer.”

You shook your head. Standing up, you reached down, helping him to his feet. “I'm ready to crawl into bed.”

“Don't forget socks!” He exclaimed, and you glanced up at him. “You've been out here all night. You're feet are gonna be freezing, and I don't want to be your heater tonight”

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[sbawnmendes]

Who are your closest friends on here? I’m a new blog and need to follow some good blogs

it depends on what youre looking for as far as content goes but here are some that are most definitely worth a follow! 

@achinglyshawn @accioalena @adelaidebaby @babyshawwn @bluerroses@begginyouformendes @coveredinpoutine @certainlyshawn @darlingmendes @esoltis280 @flickershawn @fallininyou @fallininjapan @ffsshawn @gentlemanmendes @gentleshawn @getwaytooinvolved @hufflepuffshawn @holdinbackmendes @illumendes @infiniteshawn @josiahvandien @kidinruin @lostinshawnslight @lovinmendes98 @mendes-shawn @manipulatemydecisions @nervuos @nocturnalmendes @nightlyshawn @nervousroses @onmyshawn @pattinsonshawn @planstonightbaby @queenhawa22 @rosesfool @reciprocatemendes @she-got-particular-taste @shawn-mendes-thirst @song-bird-shawn @shawnfrickfrackingme @sippingchai @sincerelyshawn @smallerinfinities@siennarossi @shawnsinmyblood @thugshawn @t-i-n-y-d-i-n-o @torontogawd @thelatelateshawn @thedailyshawnmendes @undertheniall @vibesofshawn @wordsandshawn @wanderingmendes @whispermendes @xshawnie @yourvoiceislikearose 

i definitely forgot some but here are quite a lot of them ❤❤

[bamby0304]

With Wolves- Ch.13

Series Masterlist

Bamby’s Masterlist

Summary: Known as The Omen, your reputation puts fear in some of the most dangerous and deadly Alphas. So when you’re caught and sent to the worst maximum security facility unknown to man, no one expected an unclaimed Omega to walk through the gates in shackles and an orange jumpsuit. Word circulates, and before long there’s a price on your head. Who will claim the untamed Omega?

A/N: Last week I missed posting on Wednesday and got chapter 12 out on the weekend, so I guess it’s still a little fresh and everything. I didn’t want that to keep me from posting this chapter on Wednesday and get back on track. So, here we are. Also, thank you to @crispychrissy and @yourvoiceislikearose for looking this over!! Love you girls!! :):)

Warnings: Explicit language. A/B/O dynamics. Okie, so… angst. Like… talk of past abuse and implied sexual assault… but not Y/N’s. Then fluff?? Cheating??

Bamby

You’d managed to find a little nook in the library where you could sit on the floor and hid behind some shelves. It was a decent space, not small but not overtly big. It was wide enough for comfort, and ignored because there was no danger of violence occurring. A fight that might arise in you little hiding place would end up out in the open… the people in the fight would then end up in the Pit.

Maybe ten, fifteen minutes had passed since you seated yourself on the ground. There was a window above you that offered a view of the blue sky. You watched as birds flew passed, free… you missed being free.

“Hey.” You didn’t have to look up to know it was Sam.

He waited just a few seconds for your response before deciding to take a seat by your side. You didn’t look at him. You didn’t offer a shred of attention. Instead you remained looking out the window, aware of his presence but not willing to justify it.

There was another pause before he sighed, giving in to the silence. “I didn’t realise he’d done that to you. I know you guys knew each other before ending up here. I didn’t think it had ended like that.”

Still, you remained silent.

“You hate him. You’d kill him if you could.”

Those words got a reaction out of you.

Head spinning, you looked at him with a hard glare. “Do you think I’m just some cold blooded killer? Does everyone think I just mindlessly kill any Alpha I deem fit? If that was the case then I would have killed Cas. We never would have been friends in the first place. I wouldn’t have gotten close to him. I wouldn’t have been put in that situation. Contrary to what people assume, I don’t just kill. There’s always a reason, always a purpose, always an incentive. Whether that be anger, money, self-defence or bloodlust, there is always a reason.”

It was his turn to stay silent as he sat there, watching you. Try as you might, you couldn’t decipher the look in his eyes, but you didn’t really want to. His words had your mind whirling along with all the pent up feelings you’d been suppressing for far too long now.

“You know, I haven’t even killed as many people as you might think. And they weren’t all Alphas. Some of them were Betas. Anyone who wrongs an Omega deserves to be punished. Castiel is just lucky I didn’t get to him in the outside world.”

He continued to watch you with that unreadable expression as he asked, “You didn’t see him after… after what happened?”

“No,” you scoffed as you looked to the window. “I don’t know if I stayed clear from him to keep myself out of trouble. Or maybe he stayed away from me to stay alive. Either way, I didn’t see him again. He called, messaged, tried to explain that it was an honest mistake, but I didn’t believe him.”

“You think he was lying?”

Rolling your eyes, you turned back to him then. “It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

“You ever think the Alpha just happened upon you? You were close to your heat and he was in rut…” he noted cautiously, taking note of your easily pressed temper. One wrong move and he would be in deep shit.

“So, what, you think he just sniffed me out?”

“Possibly.”

You gave him a pointed look, ready for him to explain away your next words. “Castiel told me to meet him by an abandoned building in the industrial part of some out-of-the-way town.”

Instead of trying to find a plausible reason to the situation, Sam fell silent once more which did not make you feel any better.

“What kind of person did you think I was before we met?”

He paused a moment before shrugging. “I thought you were a myth. A story told to little Alphas to keep them in check. Which clearly doesn’t work.” He gave you a light grin.

Unable to stop yourself, you chuckled softly.

“To be honest, other than the myth part, I thought it was all blown out of proportion. Dean and I did some damage in our day, but most of the stuff people said about us was bullshit. We came here with a reputation we didn’t know what to do with. People either wanted us dead or wanted us on their side. We had to fight tooth and nail to get where we are now. Kind of like your story, right?”

You nodded lightly. “I’m not the monster people think I am.”

“You’re not the weak Omega girl, either,” he noted. “Guys underestimate you. Just because of your biology. Either everything is bigger than it really is, or everyone thinks you’re playing pretend.”

Looking up at him through your eye lashes, you found his calm demeanour easing your own temper. “You never thought that. You and Dean… you were never scared of me, but you weren’t condescending either.”

“We’re not here to judge or rule over people.”

“You’re Alphas. Pack Alphas.”

“Benny and Dean knew each other out in the real world. He knew my brother could lead him, and he knew he would be safe with us. There was no risk of betrayal or anything complicated. Bobby was already here, didn’t really hang out with anyone other that Rufus, but he took us in without blinking an eye. Kind of became a father figure. And Kevin… he didn’t have an easy beginning here.”

“What do you mean?”

“Remember Lucifer?”

You rolled your eyes, remembering your first day locked up. “How could I not?”

“Well, you’re not the only one he’s badgered. Kevin… he’s weak. I’m not going to lie or beat around the bush. They guy is easily pushed around and before he made friends he was easy pickings. Fresh meat.”

“Bacon,” you recalled the name Lucifer had called him.

Sam nodded. “It started off as teasing, but there are guys around here that… let’s just say they don’t care where they put their knot. Omega, Beta, Alpha. Whatever they can overpower is theirs.”

Blood running cold, you looked up at Sam with wide eyes. “Are you trying to tell me that Kevin was-”

Cutting you off, Sam shook his head. “Almost. Dean and I put a stop to it. After what I went through I couldn’t stand to see him suffer, too.”

After what I went through…

You weren’t sure what that meant, but suddenly you felt sick. Sam was a big guy, a strong Alpha, and a little scary at times, he didn’t look like the type that was easily overpowered…

“Sam…” You reached over to rest a hand on his arm.

Not needing you to ask the question, he went on to explain, “Dean and I spend a lot of time in the Pit and sometimes we have our off days. For Dean that means the brink of death. For me… Lucifer…” His eyes turned to meet yours then. “The staff around here really don’t care about what happens to us, especially down there.”

Your heart broke. He couldn’t and wouldn’t say the words. To be honest, you didn’t want to hear them. You didn’t want his trauma voiced. If Sam told you exactly what he’d been through you weren’t sure you’d survive. Even now, listening to him, watching the broken look in his eyes grow as he fell further into his memories… it was chipping away at you.

“Hey.” You lifted your hand to cup his face, turning him to look at you completely. “Tell me you’re safe now.”

He leaned into your hand. “They won’t touch me anymore. No one will. Dean and I made sure of that. But that doesn’t mean I’m safe. I’m never going to be safe.” His eyes stared into yours with an intensity that had your heart racing and skipping and going a little crazy.

“Sam…”

Lifting his own hand, he brought it up to yours. “I know you’re with my brother. I know it’s his mark you wear.” His eyes dropped to your neck then. “But I feel it, and I know you do, too. There’s something connecting us, and as long as it’s there I’m never going to be safe. Because I know every second you spend in this place is a second too long.”

“You can’t… you can’t talk to me like that, Sam.” You pulled your hand away, letting it fall to the ground.

“Why not?”

“Because, it’s like you said, I’m with your brother. I am with Dean. It might not feel or seem like it, he might be being a dick right now, but that doesn’t change the facts. There’s no going back from this.” Raising your hand, you let your fingers graze your mark.

He followed you, his own fingers brushing the scarred bite on your neck. You shuddered at the feel, eyes instinctively fluttering closed as you tilted your head slightly. The light ghosting of his rough fingers on your skin sent shivers all throughout your body. You could feel the tingle settle between your thighs as your lips parted on a wanting breath.

“Your skin is clammy,” he noted. “The drugs are changing you.”

“Hence the mood swings,” you mumbled.

This was so wrong. So very, very, very wrong. Sam was not your Alpha. He was not the guy you should be sneaking around with. Part of you in that moment wondered if you’d come to this spot just for him. It suddenly felt as if, after seeing him out in the yard, you’d wanted nothing more than this.

If you weren’t so submissive right now you might have climbed him like a tree. Although, if you were so submissive you probably would have realised just how wrong you were being and left him. He was not your Alpha. He was not Dean. But he was with you.

Dean had made himself clear. He was stubborn and impossible. You knew the only way to get through to your Alpha was to give him whatever he wanted. You couldn’t do that. You literally couldn’t, because what he wanted was out of your control. You couldn’t stop the medication, which meant you couldn’t keep yourself out of danger, which meant he wasn’t going to stop worrying about you, and that drove you insane.

“You’ll be going into heat soon.”

Whimpering lightly, your eyes opened to meet his. You refused to say the words, because you refused to sound so weak… but you were scared. These drugs were changing you in dangerous ways, and your Alpha was being too pigheaded to help you. Maybe things would change if he knew how dangerous the situation was, but you doubted it. You got the feeling Dean didn’t let things go so easily, no matter the situation.

Sam watched you carefully. “Have you heard the about the Pack Claim theory?”

You shook your head. “No.”

“It’s this theory that if the bonds are strong enough not to over power one another… an Omega can be claimed more than once.” His eyes turned back to your neck where Dean’s mark lay. Finger grazing the scar, he went on, “It’s not practised anymore because Omegas need to be strong in order to survive each claim made on them. It was also used in less pleasing ways, but once the Omega population began to dwindle those practices were made illegal.”

Watching him with wide and curious eyes, you tried to take in all the information he’d just laid on you. It wasn’t every day you found out that the way you lived, the way everyone lived, wasn’t the only way.

“Dean would never agree to it,” you noted without any real thought.

The corner of Sam’s lips lifted into a little grin. “You really don’t know the guy if that’s what you think.”

“You tried to kill each other.”

“Because he took you without so much as a word to me. We always talk about everything. We’re always on the same level.”

“Equals,” you remembered the conversation you’d shared with Dean in you cell a week ago.

His fingers lifted to brush against your cheek as his eyes wandered all over you face, lingering longer on your lips. “Exactly.”

“It’s just a theory.”

“True.” He nodded. “But you need an Alpha. You need stability. Dean isn’t going to calm down until everything else settles. He’s not going to be the guy you need. Not like this.”

“I feel like you’re trying to convince me…”

“Not for anything malicious,” he assured you. “I don’t want you because you’re an Omega. I couldn’t care less about the reputation all that would bring. I want you because I like you.”

“You don’t know me.”

“I like what I’ve seen so far. And you like what you’ve seen,” he noted without some much as a hint of smugness in his tone.

Not realising what you’re doing, you nodded. “I do.”

He leaned in a little more then, watching you carefully, waiting for you to pull back. But your admission had you frozen on the spot, wondering why you were bothering to fight him. Why were you trying to fight your own attraction and instincts? There was something inside you that was drawn to Sam. It had always been drawn to Sam. Dean was a part of you, you cared for him more deeply than you’d cared for anyone, you felt that same connection with him as you did with his brother. But Dean wasn’t here and you needed contact. You needed an Alpha.

When Sam’s lips brushed against yours in a breath of a kiss you were lost.

A flutter of emotions clouded your thoughts, and all you could feel was the press of his lips to yours as he deepened the kiss, drowning you and your senses in him. It was a relief, as if this had always been right. As he cupped your face and held you against him as his kisses turned bruising… you knew there was no turning back.

Pulling back, he leaned in once more to press a gentler kiss to the corner of your lips before he moved until his hazel eyes met your own gaze. There was a simmering heat there, but it wasn’t overbearing or controlling. It was a background glimmer against the relief and hope that really shined.

“Let me talk to my brother.”

“He’ll kill you.”

“I’d rather die than live with a brother that hates me. I’d rather die than live knowing I can never have you the way he does. This feels right. You can’t deny that.”

“No.” You shook your head. “I can’t.”

Lips turning up into a smile that bordered a grin, he leaned in once more to catch your lips in a kiss that lingered a little longer than necessary. Then he was pulling back and shifting to his feet before he stood before you.

“I’ll go talk to him. Figure this all out. You should… you should go-”

You gave him a short nod. “I’ll be in my cell. You just come find me. If you don’t… Dean will.”

“If I don’t, it didn’t go down well.”

“Just don’t get dead.”

He chuckled lightly. “Promise.”

Then, without another word, he turned on his heels and left. You waited a moment longer before pulling yourself up and starting for your cell, hoping that whoever came to find you would be a bearer of good news and not bad.

If someone had told you just a few months ago that you would be locked away in a maximum security prison filled to the brim with Alphas, that you’d be claimed by one and sneaking kisses with another… you would have thought that were insane. But here you were, looking up at Sam with the same relief, because while Dean felt right, he didn’t feel complete.

Maybe there was some truth to that Pack Claim theory…

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