Setting out on a new path is always tenuous, and you arrive at Singer Performance Horses with more than a little uncertainty about your new job as an apprentice. But when you receive a less-than-warm welcome from the head trainer, things seem insurmountably difficult. Can you prove your worth and establish a place for yourself? Or will you pack up and head home empty-handed?
Part 1: Coming Soon!
If you’d like to know more about the setting for this series, I’d recommend watching “Down the Fence” on Netflix. It will give you insight into the world of reining cow horses as well as some incredible horsemen and horsewomen - aka real life cowboys.
I really didn’t know where to go with this so I just ended it. Feel free to add onto it and make a part two, just make sure to tag me so I can see it! Anyway, I hope you all are having a great day/night and I want you to all know that you’re beautiful and worth it.
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Sweat dripped down your chest as you plunged your blade into the heart of the werewolf.
You heaved, looking over at the long-haired man that was tied up across the room. You walked over to him, kneeling down beside him. As you gently shook him you heard a groan.
“Hey? Are you okay?” You spoke softly. The man jumped and sucked in a sharp breath.
“Don’t freak out. I’m here to help.”
He looked at you with wide blinking eyes and nodded.
“Is it dead?”
You nodded and took out your pocket knife, cutting him loose. You knew what came next, the talk. No matter how many times you had to do it, it never got any easier. Knowing that you could be possibly ruining someone’s life.
“Ok this is going to sound unbelievable and you might think I’m crazy but my name is Y/f/n and I hunt monsters-“
“My brother? Where is he?” He shrugged off what you had just said like it was nothing.
“Your brother?” He nodded trying to get up, but you held him down. He looked up at you, surprised you had the strength to hold down a man of his stature.
“I’ll find him, where did you see him last?” You asked him, really hoping to find this mystery brother okay and our of harm’s way. You were taken by surprise as the man gently grabbed your arm but he was interrupted as a loud bang came from outside the barn. You grabbed your gun from your waistband and gave the guy a look you were hoping he understood, which he apparently did, because he slunk back down in his place on the ground.
You stalked your way over to the door, keeping your gun raised. But you found yourself lowering it when the door opened and you saw a familiar face. You had traded out your gun for your fist as it connected with his face.
He looked up at you with confusion.
“Y/n?” You looked up at him, as he towered over your frame.
“Dean.” You huffed. “You’re the brother?”
His expression immediately shifted. “You know where Sam is, where is he?” He rushed out. You rolled your eyes at him and lead him over to the secluded corner of the barn where Sam had been tied up. As soon as Dean caught sight of his brother he ran over to him dropping him to his knees.
“Sam, Sammy? Can you hear me?” You stood behind Dean as he shook Sam awake.
Sam eventually woke up and had gotten himself to stand up. But Dean was still being his overprotective self. You could tell Sam wasn’t crazy about his brother still holding him up, especially because he could hold his own.
Sam had hoisted himself into Dean’s car and shut the door. You took this as an opportunity bring up that past. You knew why Dean was so confused when he had seen you for the first time in forever. You could recall back when you were the little innocent Y/n you had been for so long.
Warning: Smut, Oral (Female Receiving), slight D and S
You opened your eyes, the sun pouring in as soon as you did. You groaned, trying to roll over onto Sam’s chest; keyword trying. You were met with an empty bed.
“Sam?” You called as you wrapped the sheets around you, dragging them with you along the hall as you walked. You didn’t have to worry about Dean seeing you in only a thin sheet because he was out for his favorite holiday, ‘unattached drifter Christmas’.
As you roamed the halls you could smell the smell of bacon becoming stronger and stronger. You called his name again and listened for a response.
“In here.” He called from the kitchen. When you walked in you smiled. There he was, shirtless, in grey sweats, cooking breakfast. His hair was still a little messy but you didn’t mind, you thought he looked good with it like that. Your eyes wandered over to his toned abdomen, then to his pants. You bit your lip mindlessly, those sweats left nothing to the imagination.
You were only drawn out of your thought because Sam had placed your breakfast down in front of you. The food looked absolutely amazing. “Thank you, babe.” You smiled as you looked up at him. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek before grabbing your fork and digging in. Sam was a wonderful cook, hell he was a wonderful everything. But his scrambled eggs were something that could never be matched.
Your death grip on the sheet that was covering you had slowly softened until you completely forgot about it. Sam cleared his throat and you looked up, taking a break from eating your breakfast. He nodded his head at you and you looked down, your whole top front was exposed.
“Not that I don’t enjoy the view but Dean will be home soon.” He said, taking a sip of his coffee and smiling, slightly clenching his jaw; god did you love it when he did that. You just chuckled, getting ready to take advantage of the morning. “Oh, I don’t think he’ll be home for a couple hours.” You smiled looking over at him. He almost choked on his coffee as you stood up, completely forgetting the sheet at your ankles. You watched as he shifted in his chair, so he was now facing you.
“Y/n.” He warned. You knew what you were doing, though. If you kept at this hopefully he would just fuck you right on the kitchen table. “What?” You asked innocently, running your hands along your body. You stopped at your breasts, thumbing your nipple. He shifted in his chair once again, this time he moved his legs closer together.
“Stop.” He spoke in a tone, it wasn’t one that you could explain but you could tell you were getting to him. Just the look he gave you alone was making you wet.
You never broke eye contact with him as you brought your hand down to your pussy. “Oh Sammy.” You moaned
That was all it took before he was out of his chair and grabbing you by the waist. “Oh, Y/n. I’m going to make you regret you did that.” You smiled up at him before desperately going for his lips. You kissed him with a bruising force. It was all so hot.
He suddenly pulled away. With his hands still on your hips he backed you up onto the table. Your knees caught on the edge and forced you to sit down. He kissed, more like sucked, a trail down to your pussy.
You looked down at him and he made eye contact with you.
“Please Sammy.” You barely got to finish before his mouth attacked your clit. You cursed under your breath as he sucked your cunt. You squirmed under his bruising touch, but he held your hips down. His tongue licked and swirled making it hard for you to contain yourself. Your moans became ragged as you neared your edge. Sam stopped only for a moment.
“Hold it.”
You didn’t think you could, and you were right. White dots exploded behind your eyelids and the coil that was tightening in your stomach was finally about to release.
“Sam I can’t” And with just those words you came undone beneath him.
Sam stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You lightly smirked at Sam, you had disobeyed him. You knew what happens when you don’t listen to him.
“I want you on the bed, ass up in 15 seconds.” He snarled, his eyes raking over your body one more time.
A/N: Yeah I know it´s almost christmas and its not christmas related sush thats coming latter
When I was a kid, my mother used to warn me about the creatures that hid in the dark. She didn’t tell me enough to give me nightmares. But enough to sleep with one eye opened.
Back then I dreamed of having an ordinary life, as my mother would have wanted for me. However, the result of every decision I made inevitably led to the hunter life. Yeah, I may have been taught to fear the dark, but that didn’t mean that I wouldn’t fight it. I worked alone, making alliances with fellow hunters I bumped into. They were temporally though… Until I crossed paths with the Winchesters.
Of course I’d heard of the legendary Winchesters before. They had shaken things up more than once. Nevertheless, they always ended up fixing it. Anyways, I never thought I’ll ever meet them, or that I’d be so fond of them. Neither did them. After our case together we seemed to be playing hide and seek. We’d look for big cases that the other would be probably digging in and followed the lead. As a result, the three of us closed lots of jobs together, making memories on the way. Maybe it was because I was too shy to actually ask them if I could join in. Or maybe it was because they were… well… dudes… It came to a point in which it was ridiculous how often we got together (almost every week. Not very common among hunters).So finally when my car had been smashed in one of the hunts…
It was dark outside. From the back seat of the impala I could just see a blur of tress. I pressed my forehead against the cold glass of the window, and let out a sigh.
“What’s the matter freckles?” Dean asked looking at me from the mirror.
“Well, my car has been smashed to death! But that’s fine because I can just steal another one” I mumbled, but raised my voice again “What worries me is that I had everything in there. All my fake ID’s, my clothes and my weapons… I don’t even have money! What I’m supposed to do! "
The youngest of the Winchesters let out a cough "You can always stay in the bunker with us. I mean, there’s enough space, and we could just make you new cards"
"Really?” I wanted to make sure I had heard right
"(Y/N), after all our time together we have gotten really attached to you. You know we would do anything for you. You are like a sister to us"
“I agree with Sammy” Dean butted in “You always say you want a place to call home. Come to the bunker, you’ll love it. And if you don’t want to, we can help you either way. We have a lots of nice rides in our garage”
They have told me about their inheritance. Still, it all seemed sureal. I couldn’t help but smile like a fool.
“How could I say no! Of course I want to go with you” you threw your arms around Sam’s neck from the back seat, resting your head in his shoulder
“I love you guys” you whispered. The silence allowing it to be heard by both brothers. Dean smiled at you and ruffled your hair. Sam’s hand patted your own
“Let’s get going then!” Dean declared while turning on the radio, music blasting from the speakers.
I love them as if they were family, and since I’ve moved into the bunker everything seems better. However, what changed my way of seeing the world, what has made me want to be the best version of myself, was something else. Well, someone.
The Winchesters had told me about their friend Cas. They always mentioned him when they tell me some of their adventures. Never really explaining who he was or how they knew each other, so imagine my surprise when a dude showed up from nowhere in the middle of the library.
“Whoa!” I took my gun out, pointing to our visitor He didn’t seem to be intimidated by it, rather more confused as to why I was pointing it.
"You can lower the gun. He’s a friend" Dean soothe me “(Y/N) this is Castiel, he’s an Angel. Cas, (Y/N), our friend and hunter partner. Now, whats the matter”
Although the supposed Angel had started talking, and the boys were already engrossed in a conversation, I couldn’t help but stare at the new creature before my eyes.
"Why didn’t you tell me you were friends with a freaking angel?“ I hissed at Sam when the celestial being was gone
"We didn’t? Well I guess it never came out” he just shrugged it off.
That week I didn’t stop asking about when he would give us another visit. I was fascinated with this new discovery, and couldn’t stop reading about it. By the end of that week I was an expert on angels. However, the next time he visited I couldn’t bring myself to interact with him. I didn’t comprehend why being so determinate to socialize with the angel, I failed to talk with him.
Truth is, I was overwhelmed. All my life I’ve believed there was only darkness, and I should fear it. But they forgot to mention what happens in the light. Yeah, even if Dean said they were douches they still were made of grace, pure beings.
At the end, the next time he showed up I made myself go to him.
“Hi” I said awkwardly
“Hello” he answered bluntly
Okay so now what I’m supposed to say?
"So… you’re an Angel"
stupid
"Uhm… Yeah" he said raising his arms as if to cheek.
Another awkward silence.
Luckily, he was the one to break it. “Sam has told me you’re an amazing huntress"
"Well, I’ve in the business for long. And now that I’m staying with the guys it’s…” I looked for the words “…more enjoyable. As enjoyable as it can be at least"
He smiled at me as I started to formulate another question about himself.
Time passed, and every day I was more eager to spend every second of that day with him. I felt an intense impulse to be next to him, not to know more about angels, but him only.
The boys noticed every tiny stretch of the lips, every glance that lingered more than it should, as every small reach for contact, and they always remembered to tease me about it. Soon enough, both of us were in a tangled relation. I knew what I wanted. I knew that I liked him, hell I was head over heels for the guy. However, I also knew that angels are soldiers of heaven, not allowed or made to feel anything.
But oh boy if Castiel wasn’t feeling anything! Yes, he was as confused as a toddler in it’s first day of kindergarten. All this things that were bubbling inside him when he was with you, trying to find excuses to come to pay a visit or to join in hunts whether heaven allowed it or not.
"Hey (Y/N)” Sam called you as you passed by the library “I wanted to ask you something"
"Sure, whats up?"
After putting the book down, he sat straight and with a head movement he guide me to sit in the chair next to him. I couldn’t help but notice that his brows were furrowed, something he does when he wants to talk about something important.
"Whoa we are getting serious” I tried to laugh it off.
He rolled his eyes, the same expression on his face. Before starting, he cleared his throat and put my small hands in his enormous ones, a way to stop me from looking somewhere else than his eyes.
"What are you going to do about…Cas?“
Oh, okay, I definitely didn’t suspect this conversation was heading that way I thought.
"What about him?” I asked trying to sound puzzled about the subject.
“Come on (Y/N), it’s been months. At the end we’ve figured out that…"
"I like the angel” I whispered.
I looked down at my lap, trying to hide from him, from the fact that they knew what was going on in my head. I almost felt embarrassed about them knowing so easily.
"Look (Y/N) I know this must be hard, but you need to so something about it. Sometimes you aren’t on your full potential on hunts because of him. And I understand, trust me I really do, but Dean sometimes isn’t so… understanding"
"I tried you know. God, I’ve tried so many times to push them away, but I couldn’t. Theres a pull inside me that prevents me from staying away from him. Every time I tried to ignore him I felt so–so devastated that it made my need worse! At the end I realize that I can’t help falling in love with him“ I explained. I felt like crying but no tears were coming out.
"Hey, I’m not saying that you have to stay away from him or push him away. You just need to fix it. Maybe it’s telling him your feelings, from personal experience I know that locking them up is even worse"
I laughed bitterly "yeah, telling him that I like him so that he can ask what liking someone is” I continued mockingly “I’m sure he’s just going to feel responsable, because thats what he does, he always blames himself. And I don’t want to add another stone in his conscience"
Sam sighed, running a hand trough his long locks "I don’t know (Y/N), just do what you feel like doing. But do something” he got up and kissed the top of my head “we are always here, you know?” I nodded. He pulled away and went to his room after wishing me good night.
Reason(s) why the show writers made Castiel confess his feelings for Dean even though there were no prior indications that either of them had feelings for each other:
