The Reader is in a relationship with the younger Winchester. But when Dean dies, Sam turns darker and darker… and the Reader can’t live like this anymore.
Words: 1300ish
Warnings: Smut, Angst, Swearing (Hold on your seats, and sorry!)
This fic is very important to me, here’s why! 1. It is my first time writing smut, I hope it wasn’t a disaster 2. It is based in Love In The Dark by Adele, as I said before! I think it fits so well with the story. 3. It is setted in Season ¾, when Dean goes to hell. Oh, and I know Ruby is in the gif, but she doesn’t exist in the fic.
You woke up in your motel room, checking the clock on the night table. 4:06 AM. The next thing you felt, the door opening and strong footsteps. Seconds later, the owner of those sounds made the bed dip under his touch. The person groaned, making you shift slightly. Goosebumps attacking your skin. The fact you were giving your back to the door and him, hided the tears rolling silently down your cheeks. His hands catch your hips, bringing you closer and spooning you like pieces of a puzzle. His grip was hard, and, to be honest, it hurt a little.
“I love you,” Sam said, before falling asleep, making your tears flow like a river.
Summary: While the brothers are on a case, Sam recognises one of the suspected ‘supernatural’ culprits on the CCTV footage.
Pairing: Sam x OFC [past friendship]
Word count: 848
A/N: So, this is my first shared OC fic, sorry it’s so short! I probably will continue this at some point, this idea came to me and I decided to write it out quickly
‘So, you said you had security footage of the people who did this?’ Sam asked the sheriff in front of him, his voice professional as he played the cover of an FBI agent.
The man nodded briskly in response. ‘That’s right. Except, I think there’s some technical issues with it.’ There was hesitation in his reply, he almost sounded frightened.
Dean frowned a little. ‘Technical issues?’ he asked, curious.
That usually meant some kind of supernatural tampering was involved.
‘Yeah, uh, the picture is a bit fuzzy for most of it- and, the uh, the woman…her eyes turned completely black.’ He stammered, his voice quiet and uneasy.
Dean and Sam both shared a knowing look at that, it sounded like demons for sure.
Your hunt was going well until you found another car already parked a few miles from the vetalas’ run-down caravan.
Seriously? You’d spent days hunting down these two. Nearly got yourself thrown in jail, too. It was just typical that some other jerk would get there first. Sure, it was possible that the car just belonged to a passer-by, but that was too much of a coincidence to hope for. The location was just too convenient, and you could just about see the metal of a gun abandoned in the backseat. Yup. Hunters.
You narrowed your eyes at the car, slumping back in your seat. If there were other hunters already on the case, it probably wasn’t worth you going to track the vetalas down. They’d be dead before you could get there. And you didn’t particularly enjoy working with others. The few times you’d tried, people had ended up hurt. Or dead. It was better for everyone if you stayed solo.
On the other hand, you had driven all the way out here. And there was no guaranteeing that these other hunters would do a good job.
So you got out of the car and retrieved your jacket from where you’d thrown it in the boot. After you’d checked that your knives were still where you’d left them -one inside your jacket, another strapped to your leg- you set off to trek through the woods.
Why the hell these two had had to pick such an isolated place to hide out in, you’d never know. Well, you did, but that didn’t mean you liked it. You’d be tired out long before you got to fight either of them. And if they’d already been ganked, then you would be incredibly pissed to have walked all this way for nothing.
You’d already scouted out the abandoned caravan that the vetalas were staying in. They’d dragged it out to the middle of the woods, near an old cabin where you suspected they were keeping their victims. As you approached it, you grabbed the knife strapped to your leg, and gripped it tightly.
You approached from round the back, listening carefully. The sound of their voices floated back to you.
“…should we do with him?” one of them said, a deep male voice. Your heartbeat accelerated. It sounded like they’d found another victim. There had been another disappearance earlier which fit their pattern perfectly, and they had never struck twice in a day before, so whoever they had now was probably the hunter whose car you’d seen.
A feral grin stretched over your face. The hunt was back on.
You edged around the side of the caravan, still listening in.
“Go fetch the other one. He can watch him die.” That voice was female- high, and flooded with contempt. There was a muffled yell and then a thud, and somebody grunted. Interesting. It sounded like whoever they’d caught was still conscious. And they were bringing someone else to kill in front of him. You could use that as an advantage.
The male chuckled appreciatively. “Nice touch. I’ll go fetch the other one.”
You took a deep breath, trying to calm down. This was the best opportunity you’d get.
As soon as you heard the man leaving, you risked a quick glance into the clearing. The vetala had her back to you, and the hunter was on his knees in front of her. He was gagged, and his hands bound behind his back. He’d be no use in the fight.
You crept into the clearing, watching her carefully. She seemed to be quite content hissing insults into her captive’s ear. Luckily for you, that distracted her from listening out for anyone else in the clearing. She probably hadn’t anticipated different hunters picking up on the case.
You got to within a few feet of her before she whipped around, growling. With unsettling speed, she lunged at you, sending you stumbling backwards. But the movement had left her off guard, and before she could recover, you sprang forward and plunged your knife into her chest.
The snarl on her lips died as you twisted the blade.
Once her body had crumbled into dust, you looked at the man in front of you. His muscles were twisting and flexing impressively as he tried to see you, but they’d also tied his ankles, and any attempt at movement would have made him fall over.
“Hey. Stay still,” you warned him. “It’s okay, I’m a hunter, too.”
You cut the ropes at his ankles and wrists and sliced through the gag. Then you hurried in front of him, and reached down to help him to his feet.
Holy hell, was he tall. As he got up, moving stiffly, you realised that he towered over you. And he was hot, too. Closely cropped dark blonde hair, a jawline carved from granite, and bright green eyes which burned with worry.
“Thanks, sweetheart,” he rumbled, his voice reverberating through your bones. “I owe you one. I’m Dean Winchester, by the way.”
“Y/N Y/LN. And save it ‘til we’ve saved your partner,” you advised him. “We need to get rid of the other one yet.”
“My partner?” he frowned. “Oh. You heard their conversation.”
You fought the urge to roll your eyes. “Of course. They weren’t very quiet. Now, if I hide, and you pretend to be tied up again, we’ll have the advantage.”
He folded his arms. “Whoa. Who put you in charge? That’s my brother he’s got in there.”
You eyed him threateningly. “You did, when you were dumb enough to let that thing catch you. This is still my hunt, jackass. Unless you have a better plan?”
He shook his head, but still regarded you with something close to annoyance.
“Good. So do it.”
Grumbling beneath his breath, he got back on his knees, and you helped him to arrange the rope so that it still looked like he was restrained. Then you slipped into the trees nearby and hid.
It wasn’t long before he was back, shoving an even taller man with shaggy brown hair in front of him. The tall man- you assumed he was the brother –looked dazed, and his eyes were half closed. Dean tensed up as he heard them come into clearing, and you silently urged him to keep his cool.
“The hell is this?” asked the vetala, leaving the other man to sag against the caravan. “What have you done with Madison?”
He grasped Dean’s shoulder and shook him slightly, making the gag fall from his mouth. He jerked backwards, eyes widening with surprise, right as you leapt into view.
By now, Dean had got to his feet, and both of you faced the creature, gripping your knives. His face twisted into a snarl, and before you could react, he was hauling the other man to his feet and pressing his mouth near to his throat.
“One wrong move,” he threatened.
You glanced up at Dean. He had gone very white, his attention focussed on his brother, and you knew he’d be of no help.
“Sammy?” he said cautiously. The other man groaned, blinking furiously as he tried to lift his head.
The vetala was distracted, eyes flicking around for a retreat, so you nudged at Dean’s thigh, without looking at him. You felt his attention shift to you, and spoke out of the corner of your mouth.
“Count of three. You grab him, I’ll deal with it.”
He didn’t respond, except to tense a little. You took that as acceptance.
“One. Two. Three.”
The vetala was only a few feet away, so he was taken off-guard when you lunged at him and shoved him away from the guy. He snarled, regaining his balance to face you. When you took a quick glance to check that the other man was out of harm’s way, he took his chance.
It happened too fast for you to react. He reached out and grabbed you, hurling you halfway across the clearing and into a tree.
The resounding crack echoed through your skull, and you were unconscious before you could hit the ground.
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You were moving, you noted groggily as you woke up. You were leaning against a window, and the road outside sped past you at a dizzying pace.
As you shifted, a sharp pain pierced your skull, and you moaned. Blinking to clear your vision, you looked at the car’s driver, and were met with the back of Dean Winchester’s head.
He looked in the rear view mirror, his eyes vaguely concerned as he met yours. “Hey. Good to see you awake. How you feeling, sweetheart.”
Your wince as you tried to sit straighter said it all, and he chuckled. “Yeah. Don’t try and move, I’ll patch you up when we get back to the motel.”
“You killed it? And your brother’s okay?” you checked. Your voice sounded like it had been rubbed over a cheese grater.
“Yep and yep. Thanks for saving our asses.”
“Don’t mention it,” you mumbled. Then a thought struck you. “Hey. Where’s my car?”
“Calm down. It’s where you left it. I’ll drive you back to it in the morning,” he reassured you.
Now that your thoughts were a little clearer, you instantly recoiled from the thought of spending the night with these men. That wasn’t how you worked.
“Wait, no. It’s fine. Can you just take me back, please.”
He frowned. “Hey. First, that would be a crap way to treat someone who saved mine and Sammy’s lives, and second, I want to check out that head. You took one hell of a bump, darling.”
“Don’t call me that,” you snapped. “And I’ll be fine. I look after myself.”
“I’m sure you do. But you’re not going anywhere. I don’t even think you’re safe to drive like that.”
“Ugh,” you grumbled. But he was right. Your head pounded like something had trampled over it.
“We’re not that bad company, are we?” he asked lightly.
“No. I just don’t like company,” you said flatly.
“You can accept help sometimes, you know.” He sounded like he was teasing you.
“I know,” you snapped. “I just don’t need it.”
“Sure,” he said, trying to soothe you. “But let me check you out first, okay? You did save our lives, after all.”
You fought the irritation rolling inside you. You hadn’t known that anyone could be this persistent. But you had no way of shaking him- you would just have to stick it out until you could get away.
Characters: Gangster! Dean X Reader, Crowley, Sam, Castiel
Summary: Growing up in a Mob family had always been different. Your family had issues, they were just different than what other families had to deal with. Being in one of the 3 major families had its perks and downfalls. Being in the middle of three families can cause more problems than you had ever thought.
“Y/N, can you just excuse my brother and I for a minute.” Dean got up tossing on a pair of sweats and heading into the hall shutting the door behind him.
“You brought home a Demone! Dammit, Dean out of everyone you could sleep with it had to be a Demone? We are about to have a meeting about her family in less than an hour, she can’t be seen, let alone mentioned. Unless we want guns pulled out.” Sam bellowed, if he was going to shout you were going to take it as an opportunity to eavesdrop
“I didn’t know that’s who she was! I don’t connect with people, Sammy I went out to see who those new girls in town were and I connected with her. If you expect me to throw that out the window we are going to have a bigger problem on our hands.” Dean was obviously upset about the situation. You were too, you just had the best night of your life with your family’s mortal enemy and now here you were not knowing what to do.
Dean had become a familiar name in your household, after he killed your uncle you were told the Winchesters were people to be avoided at all costs. The head of the Winchester clan was the notorious John Winchester, he had your uncle running for months. From what you were told your uncle had a long standing debt to pay after messing with the Winchesters over 20 years ago. Long story short, your Uncle got the drop on John and killed him in cold blood. Dean was completely in the right to pull the trigger, you had decided that on your own a long time ago. Your father rose to power at that point, your life changing with it.
You were pulled out of your thoughts when the door opened to Dean in a full suit. The things you wanted to do to that man were downright dirty. He caught you staring and began to puff his chest a bit, his shirt hugging his biceps and chest just right. You weren’t afraid to admit it, Dean Winchester was tantalizing in every way possible. There you were in enemy headquarters happier than you had ever been in years, you had to remind yourself he was dangerous. Dean didn’t hesitate to kill the people you loved, your uncle wasn’t the first and he wouldn’t be the last. “Get dressed and stay in this room, so help me you leave this room I will personally drag you back up here and tie you up, understood?” his tone was harsh and unfeeling.
You stood up gathering your clothes, dean’s eyes never leaving your body. This wasn’t the option you would have chosen, but it was the safest option for everyone. He wasn’t the only one from a powerful family in the area and you’ll be damned if he was going to order you around. “Is that a threat or a promise, big boy? I’m into the kinkier things in life anyhow.” You winked at him, turning around slipping your pants and top on. You felt good for a few seconds, powerful even, but quickly regretted the comment when you felt a harsh blow to your rear. You whipped yourself around bumping into Dean, “What the hell was that for? Someone obviously needs a nap.”
“You know what it was for, next time, don’t push my buttons, doll. I’m the one in charge of this family and I’m late to the most important meeting I’ve had to be at in months.” Dean pecks your cheek and starts walking out of the room. “Talk about mixed signals!” You yell after him, deciding that now would be a good point to try and get some sleep since you didn’t expect anyone for a few hours at least. These meetings dragged on forever and you should know, when your family and the Angelos were getting along you were forced to sit and listen to the bickering and negotiating for hours. You crawled into the bed and slowly drifted to sleep to the scent of whiskey and leather.
You weren’t sure what time it was when you heard the door open, it had to be around noon. “Dean?” you mumbled rubbing your eyes trying to wake up. “Get up and get in the closet, now. Run.” His tone was urgent. You tossed yourself out of bed and slid into the closet, closing the door quietly. You began to listen so far you heard 3 male voices there was Dean and Sam but the last one was harder to decipher. It was harsh and gravely, it was definitely an Angelo, but who was it exactly? The stranger was talking about finding you and using you as a bargaining chip to get something they needed from your father. You were at the end of your fuse at this point, you needed out of this house, now. You heard Sam and the other man say goodbye, you opened the door slowly. Your temper was out of hand though, there was no doubt in your mind that the Winchesters were just as bad as your father had said. Dean was just nice enough to grace him with his presence. Stepping out of the closet you walk straight past Dean, ignoring the fact that he was talking to you. You were almost out of the room when you felt a solid grip on your arm. “I’m talking to you ya know. I don’t appreciate being ignored.”
“Funny you say that, I don’t appreciate being used as a bargaining chip or being grabbed for that matter.” You tried to tug your arm back, it was no use Dean had leverage in this situation and no matter how hard you pulled he wasn’t going to let you go until you listened to what he had to say. “What the fuck do you want, Winchester? I wanna go home to Charlie, pack us up and go home where I can protect the ones I love. You were a one night mistake.” The words flowing like venom. Dean started smiling at you “That was cute, wanna say anything else you don’t mean before I explain myself, princess. Go take a fucking seat and listen for once.” His tone was final so there was no point in fighting. Dean let go of your arm and you walk to the other side of the room begrudgingly taking a seat on the edge of Dean’s bed. “I’ll show you what a fucking princess is, just you wait, Winchester.”
“No one is going to hurt you or your family, I couldn’t do that to you. I’m not one for chick flick moments, but I felt something with you. I can’t explain it even if I did I wouldn’t be able to use the right words. Sam and I are going to protect you.”
“What’s this plan of yours? I start school in less than a week, which means I’ll be on campus. My father’s goons will be doing one of their check-ins soon and Charlie isn’t safe without me. I can’t live here and you can’t be there at the house to make sure I’m ok 24/7. I can fight, but I’ve seen how they fight. They ambush people, 1 against 3 isn’t a good ratio.” You rolled your eyes this wasn’t good.
“Then I guess we are going to have a family meeting. Call your dad and make plans to meet here sometime this week at noon. For now you’re staying here, deal?”
You glared at him and asked him for your phone, he had placed it out of reach while he was gone. You had to trust him with your life, but you couldn’t have your phone. I guess it was time to face your dad. You slowly dialed your dad’s number, as usual he answered first ring. “How’s my favorite girl?” you had caught him in a good mood. “Hey daddy, I need to talk to you about something important.”
“You haven’t been home since you moved in with Charlie, what have you been up to, darling?”
You put your head in your hand and slowly started explaining what had happened. So far the conversation was going calmly until you brought up the Winchesters.
“Y/N, are you still there in that house? With the man that MURDERED your uncle.” Your father went from “Calm Scottish man” to “King of Hell” quicker than you had hoped. You inwardly cringed responding as sweetly as you could “Daddy, I’m safe that’s what matters right now. Can we set up a meeting for next week? The Angelos are going to strike 3 weeks from now and if you don’t play nice with the Winchesters we are all in danger.”
“Of course we can, next Monday night I can be there. That way no one will know we are coming into town. I’ll send some people over to the house to watch out for Charlie and I guess you can stay with the Winchesters. Just be careful and you’re taking the semester off, understood?” your dad had finally relaxed a little and that soothing tone came back.
“Yes dad, I love you. Go talk to mom about this whole situation and I’ll see you in a week.” You said your goodbyes and hung up the phone. Relieved wasn’t even close to what you felt about the whole situation. You decided to go find Dean and get a well needed shower and while you were at it maybe some food.
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Monday had come faster than you wanted it to, your father was going to be here in about an hour and you had just jumped out of the shower. Earlier in the day some goons were able to deliver a more suitable outfit to wear for a family meeting considering you’d been stuck in Dean’s sweats and tee shirts. You open the box to a brand new black dress, courtesy of your father. You smiled slipping it on, looking in the mirror you admired how it hugged your body in just the right ways. Sifting through the rest of the package that came for you, luckily the goons didn’t forget your makeup and your favorite heels.
Between Dean and Sam you had actually been having a lot more fun than you thought you would. Yeah there weren’t any more late night drives, but there were drunken conversations, mind blowing sex, and pranks galore. You had grown on Sam as well, considering he decided to get to know you for who you were, not who he expected you to be because of your last name. Apparently he had a bad run in a few years back with an extended family member named Ruby. Luckily you changed his mind on the whole “The Demone family is full of bitches.” concept.
A light knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts “I’ll be right out!” you yell. Finishing your makeup, practically running out of the room, colliding with Dean for the third time today. “We have to stop meeting like this, Mr. Winchester.” you giggle smoothing his suit back out. Dean’s eyes lit up as he takes a long look at you “Wow, Y/N, you look gorgeous tonight.” You weren’t able to contain your smile, “I clean up nicely when I have the tools to do so. We need to get going my dad is going to be here any second.” You slip your hand into his as you walk down to the conference room. Your father and brother were already seated when you arrived, you quickly shared a smile and took your seat at the head of the table. Having called the meeting, you had the pleasure of keeping everyone’s attention and making a game plan.
“Okay, to start out I’d like to make it very apparent we are all here for the same reason, my safety and both families want that. If any of you aren’t willing to do that, excuse yourself for the rest of the meeting.” You waited for a few seconds and no one m oved. Until you all heard the commotion outside the door, you had never watched grown men move that fast. You hit the floor knowing the smartest decision to protect yourself from the oncoming bullets. Over the gunfire you heard a male voice yell to cease fire, that same gravelly voice you heard a week ago in Dean’s room. “Dean we know she’s here, you have two choices we have a blood bath or you give us the girl and everyone lives.” The only way everyone was going to get out of here alive was if you gave yourself up. That meant you may never have the chance to see dean or your family again, but it was worth it to protect them. You slowly stood up watching your surroundings choosing to meet your maker. There he stood in a tan trench coat his black hair slightly disheveled you knew those blue eyes better than anyone in this room. It was no other than your childhood friend Castiel the boy you used to spend countless hours with and here he was practically kidnapping you for his own selfish gain. “Time changes things don’t they Cas? I knew I recognized your voice last week, I was just praying it wasn’t you. Planning to use me as a bargaining chip, real creative Cas.” you were livid, how could someone you used to do everything with want to hurt you like this? Even when your families weren’t getting along you both snuck around to spend time together.
“I guess my people skills are rusty. Y/N, stop acting like we’re kids, we all have shit to do and not all of it is pleasing. Until I get what I want, you’re going to be my little bitch.” He was completely menacing. The fun loving Cas you knew had hardened into a man you couldn’t recognize. While you and Cas were having an impromptu standoff everyone on both sides had stood quietly watching what side would made the first move. Until Dean broke the silence letting out a yawn “Well this has been fun, but she’s not going anywhere, Castiel.”
You held your hand up halting the fighting before it started and turned around gently smiling at Dean. Here he was trying to be your knight in shining armor, but in the end he would only get himself hurt. You threw your hands up spinning on your heels, clearly being over dramatic. “Dean, I’m ok, I’m a Demone for crying out loud. Give me more credit, I’m taking back the crown this time, for all of us.” You walked up to him giving him a bear hug whispering in his ear. “You’ll find me and whatever they are looking for. Be smart, take your time, I can handle whatever they have planned for me. Make this count for something. Now play along.” You kissed Dean hard your lips crashing together. You let Dean go and walked back to Castiel standing firmly in front of him, refusing to show any weakness.
“Take me away warden.” Your eyes filling with fire as you gave yourself up. Not realizing you were just beginning your dance with the devil.
Summary: It all started with him having nothing to do, he read one story and now he was here, sitting in front of his laptop reading all of them, down to the last word. Now, Sam wasn’t one to believe in destiny, nor coincidences but he couldn’t help but think as if it was all part of a plan, there was no way she just so happened to be living mere miles away from the bunker.
Word Count: 1000 give or take a couple words
Warnings: Nada
A/N: Thank you to @desiringspnimagines for betaing this for me and @spnfanficpond for allowing me to find a beta so quickly, the pond definitely has it’s perks I got a beta within two minutes of when the request was posted, to newbies like me you should definitely join
**Additional notes: Y/N= Your Name, Y/H/C= Your Hair Color, Y/E/C= Your Eye Color**
Summary: This is my first threesome story, so let me know if it sucks. You’re Sam’s girlfriend, and Demon Dean breaks into the bunker and you 3 get it on.
Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader
Pairing: DeanXReader, SamXReader (No Wincest)
Warnings: Oh, Lord where do I start? Profanity, unprotected sex, kinda forced sex, shower sex, being tied up, violence, let’s just say all the warnings.
Summary:Jensen films in Vancouver, his wife Ava films in Atlanta.Living and working in different countries is hard but the reunions are definitely worth it!
Characters:Jensen Ackles x Ava Ackles (OFC), Madeleine (Maddie) Ackles (mentioned).
A/N:Text in italicsare internal thoughts. As always, this hasn’t been beta’d, so all mistakes are mine. Enjoy, like, reblog, comment, give feedback – all would be appreciated!
She licked and kissed her way up his body, paying extra attention to his neck until finally, she reached his lips and kissed him passionately. One of his hands caressed her side and back, the other settling on the back of her neck and squeezing gently. She pulled away from his lips and trailed open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and up his cheek. “Tell me what you need, baby,” she purred into his ear, lightly biting on his lobe, and smiling as his abdominal muscles twitched under her thighs.
“Ride me. Slowly,” he groaned.
“From the front or back?” She asked before lowering her head back down and sucking at the soft spot on his collarbone.
“Uhh, fuck!” His hips bucked up, looking for some much needed friction. “Front, Princess. I need to see you when you come!” He growled.
Raising her hips, she reached a hand between her legs and gently grasped his solid member placing it at her entrance, slowly sliding him inside her, both moaning the entire time. When she bottomed out, her hands skimmed slowly up his torso and chest before curling around those broad shoulders she loved so much and gripped gently to keep her balance. Jensen’s hands caressed her knees before sliding up her thighs, over her hips and coming to a stop on her waist. He tightened his hold on her when she began rocking her hips lazily up and down his length.
“Shit, Jensen! It feels so good!” Ava gasped as she set herself a slow and sensual pace.
*Do Not Read if you are Triggered by any of the following Warnings
Warnings:cursing, funerals, using people for profit, unprotected sex/wrap it up kiddos, intentional poisoning, slow death by blood letting, buried alive, rough oral sex, gun/knife play, blood play, necrophilia
A/N:Set Season 6 between Clap Your Hands If You Believe & ..And Then There We’re None
Summary:You and Jensen get hot and heavy (and loud!) in your hotel room.
Pairing:Jensen Ackles x Reader
Bingo Square: Quote J
Warnings:Language, smut, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), face riding, fingering, a little bit of spanking, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!)
Word Count: 2,997
A/N: This is written as a submission for Tell Me A Story Bingo hosted by @supernatural-jackles. The square filled is “Quote J” and the quote used is in bold. This was so much fun to write, I hope you enjoy it! This hasn’t been beta’d so all mistakes are my own.
“Come on!” Jensen said, frustration evident in his words and wildly gesturing hands. He’d pushed and pulled on every switch but the spotlights on the ceiling of their hotel room remained on. Making his rounds to check every switch in the room for the third time, he was becoming desperate.
You’re lying in the big comfy bed looking like a Goddess in the plum, lace underwear set he’d bought you as a present. Well, it was more of a present for him, but whatever. He desperately wanted to be in that bed with you instead of dealing with this shit.
“How the hell do we get these lights off?” He murmured, travelling around the room again flicking all the switches.
“Babe, just come to bed.” You said.
“I won’t be able to sleep with that light on!”
“I can think of something that’ll make you so exhausted, you won’t care,” you bat your eyes at him.
A deep groan rumbled from his chest knowing exactly what you meant. “Just give me a minute,” he said as he appeared at your side of the bed to flick the switches next to you. You can’t help yourself as you reach out and grab at the half-hard bulge you’d been working on with your hands before he decided to turn some of the lights off and get cosy.
A/N: Thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy. lots of love xx
(gifs not mine)
The sun was streaming in through the little slits in the blinds. She had pulled an old nighter - She was dog tired and in need of some really strong coffee. She sighed, stacking the draft papers together, “Finally, these can be sent to print.” she mumbled to herself before running her hands over her face.
“Fuck.” she cursed, remembering too late, she still had make up on her face
Charlie popped her head in the office door, her usual cheery self. Her smile faded the moment she saw Y/N.
“You stayed here the whole night didn’t you.” Charlie said accusingly
Y/N saw two cups of coffee in Charlie’s hand so she grinned reaching for a cup.
“Nauhh.” Charlie said whilst raising her eyebrow and stepping out of Y/N’s reach. “You’re the editor Y/N, which means you can go home and rest. Plus i can’t believe you blew of going to watch Star Wars with me, for this.”
Y/N pouted, “Coffee please.” she set it down in front of her and all Y/N could feel was sadness , yesterday was the day dean had left. she smiled, hiding her hurt, “you’re a great friend Charlie.”
A couple of field journalist were huddled around a desk as she was going to drop of the drafts in the printing room. “Hey guys. What is the commotion about here?”
One of the interns looked up at her and smiled, “Morning Ms Y/L/N. It’s about a crash from last night . A car got hammered by a truck. It was a total wreak. From what i heard a passenger was seriously injured.” Another journalist piped up, “A black ‘67 Chevy Impala was the car involved.” I felt my stomach drop with fear, “Winchesters, i think. Damon, no Dean. He was severely injured.”
At the sound of that , her coffee fell to the floor with a splash and she bolted out the door. She wasn’t sure how she got into her car, or how she drove to the hospital frantically, without causing an accident. she raced inside, her chest heaving from the panic and her heart thudding rapidly in her ears.
“Winchester. Dean.” she said, out of breath at the front desk, banging her fist on the counter with impatience, “Dean Winchester , damn it.” i yelled, in state of full panic.
She saw Sam at the corner of her eye and she raced towards him, she clutched onto his arm and his eyes went wide, “Y/N.” he whispered. He was battered and bruised- purple marks splattered across his face. He looked helpless and as if he’d been crying for hours. He enveloped her into his long arms, she nestled her head into his chest for comfort and the tears began to fall- hot and fast down her cheeks. She held on for dear life, He bent down to kiss her forehead.
“We will find a way to save him Y/N. He’ll be okay. I promise.” She was still sobbing, barely holding it together. She wanted to believe Sam so badly yet she knew the odds were against them.
“Sam i want to see him. I need to see Dean.” she sniffled, her eyes puffy and red - still filled to the brim with tears
She saw him lying in the bed, as she entered the door. She couldn’t take it. there were so many tubes , the life support machine moving his chest up and down for him. She felt like yelling until her lungs burnt and her voice was gone, she wanted to drive to the cliff and jump off, maybe seeing him so weak and fragile would hurt her less. She sucked in a breath and held it at the thought of how much pain her Dean must be in.
The clock was ticking by slowly like a painful reminder; she put her hands over her face, leaning into them. She glanced towards dean, taking him in. His skin was battered all over- the bruises were bright purple and then there was that big slash on his forehead. She had to look away. She reached for his calloused hand lying beside him and rubbed them between hers. His body was freezing. She let out a little laugh- she knew how he hated being cold. She settled her head next to his hand on the bed in the small ward and their memories washed over in waves.
-flashback-
Dean, he blew into town like a storm- knocking her over with his sparkling green eyes and his boyish smirk. and when he left, she was a wreck .
She was working at the library for the summer- experience always looked good on college applications- her mom said. She also promised herself she had to get out of there, explore the world on her own accord.
The bell rung on the door as he walked in and she hadn’t realised she’d been holding her breath when he looked at her- his green eyes staring into hers like he knew all of her secrets.
“Can you direct me to the Greek mythology section Sweetheart?”
When she heard his voice, her mouth went dry. She was unable to speak, she just gestured in the direction and he grinned and winked as he walked into the aisle. She was sure her heart stopped beating.
She kept stealing glances at him from beneath her lashes, his cheeks were flushed from the heat outside, She found it odd at how quickly she committed the contours of his face to her memory. She could see a shadow of a scar on his eyebrow, she was dying to know how he got. He caught her looking and a slow lazy smile tugged on his lips. She blushed scarlet, embarrassed at how take she was with this handsome stranger.
He came to the library daily, some times with his little brother, Sam. He’d make any excuse to talk to the pretty librarian. He told her his name and when She told him hers, he toyed with it in his mouth, saying it softly- again and again.
They spent most of their evening together, he’d wait for her outside her window and they’d just drive , sometimes to an open field were they’d look at the stars , hold hands and kiss. She’d look over to him and a feeling would wash over her- she could have sworn in that moment everything in the universe was aligned. Yeah , she was falling in love for the guy with the dangerous green eyes. People said, never to get in the back of cars with handsome bad boy strangers but here she was, coming undone by the beautiful, smart Dean Winchester. He was as skillful as a musician playing the strings, he made her feel things she had never even dreamed of experiencing, she felt like she was flying too close to the sun but who cared, she loved it.
He didn’t show up to the library one evening and then he didn’t show up outside her window either, she was worried. She knew what his family did, what if he had gotten hurt. Poor Sammy. She couldn’t sleep all night, wandering about him.
She was opening the library the next day, she had dark circles around her eyes and her nails bitten down to the bed. She saw him walk across the lot into a black Chevy. She threw the keys to the other assistant, Benny who had just walked in behind her. She ran out and called out to him.
“Dean!” she was furious, she saw duffel bags in the car as she got closer, she wanted to yell but all she managed was a sob, “You were going to leave without saying goodbye.” He looked shocked to see her standing in front of him- wide eyed and feisty.
“Y/N. look.”
She cut him off, “Save it Dean. I don’t want excuses.” She turned on her heel, about to walk away when he gripped my wrist and spun her around to face him.
His eyes were soft and glassy, like he had so many things to say but couldn’t find the words. He crashed his lips to hers and she could feel the air getting lighter, it was dissolving around them as the cool breeze blew through her hair. his lips molded with hers and she didn’t want to let go, he was hers and she was his.
But he had to go, he had to go with his father, he had to go with Sam. Sam needed him more than she did, she knew they were meant to be together and that someday they’d find their way back.
His father hooted, making her jump. Dean broke away from her, the hurt visible in his eyes, he dragged his fingers in her hair, taking in her scent, then down her arm, committing her velvet skin to his memory. He stuffed something in to her hand before jumping into the car, hurriedly.
She watched them drive away, her heart breaking more the further they drove away. She looked down to her hand, to see a gold locket with a slip of paper stuffed inside.
It read : “It will always be you. no matter where we are, who we are. i will always choose you; in a million different life times, in a million different worlds, in any version of reality. I’d find you, just to be with you”
Tears ran down her face like acid.
-flashback end-
She shot up from her slumber, her heart racing and tears filled in her eyes. She looked at dean, his heart rate monitor beating steadily, she fingered the locket and took his hand, “I’m going to save you. I’m not going to let you go again. You found your way back home.”
The rules are as follows: go to page 7 of a WIP, skip to the 7th line, share 7 lines(or however much you want) and tag 7 more writers to continue the challenge.
(Oh, if you haven’t seen the pond yet, and you like SPN, go take a look- it’s a new SPN fanfic network that supports newbies. Like me.)
Okay, so this should hopefully, eventually, be part of a Winchester sister fanfic I’m posting on AO3 .
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“I’m glad you two are okay.”
She wrapped her arms around herself tightly as she left the room. Sam and Dean stared after her silently. When Sam got up to follow her upstairs, Dean stayed where he was.
“You need sleep too, Dean,” Sam reminded him.
“Someone needs to be awake when she has a nightmare. We owe her that much.”
Sam shot him a disapproving look, at which he just shrugged. “You can’t tell me it’s not going to happen.” His voice was bitter, angry.
He moved back in front of the sofa, his arms folded. “Dean, you’re not blaming yourself for this, are you?”
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I’m going to tag a few more guppies because, well, newbies should stick together. None of you have to do it if you don’t want to :)
This is a college AU. Instead of the professor/student relationship, how about a student/student one? Reader x Dean, with some familiar characters thrown in. This will be angsty at times, sad at times, and maybe definitely smutty. ;) Title borrowed from a Martina McBride song. As always, feedback is more than appreciated. ;)
The much-requested Part Four! Hope you all enjoy. Italicized portions are flashbacks.
SUMMARY: Dinner and a walk with your roommate and her family. WARNING: Moment of verbal abuse (if you squint) and a canon flashback WORD COUNT: 2056 TAGS:@screeching-pterodactyl-fangirl@spnfanficpond
Jo crossed her arms over her chest, pouting in the backseat of the vintage car.
“I’ve spent all summer craving that sushi place, because do you think there’s one in freakin’ Nebraska? Hell no. First chance I get to go there, are we going? No. Why?”
Jo leaned forward, whispering where only you could hear her.
“Because somebody’s got her panties in a knot for my brother. Ow!”
You looked down at your nails, pretending you hadn’t just tugged—hard—on a long piece of Jo’s blonde hair. She glared at you and you gave her a smile.
“One night, Jo. We’ll get sushi tomorrow. Or … you know. Soon.”
Jo rolled her eyes, and you settled back in the front seat. Dean climbed into the driver’s side across from you, while Sam climbed in the back with Jo. You glanced back and Dean let out a quiet laugh.
“Dad and Ellen are following in the truck. No possible way we could have gotten all of Jo’s stuff, plus the five of us, in this car. Baby’s good, but she’s not a miracle worker.” “Shut up, ass.”
Dean laughed again, this time with you and Sam joining in, and Dean started the car. You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you when the car started with a roar, then settled into a rumble you could almost feel in your bones. You glanced over and Dean was giving you a wide smile.
“She’s awesome, right?”
You laughed again, nodding your head.
“She is awesome.”
Dean twisted a knob and the car filled with a very recognizable guitar riff. Jo and Sam groaned, both leaning up to voice their opposition, Dean already loudly telling them to shut up, and every one of them fell silent when you reached over, turning the volume up more. You looked from dark brown to hazel to grass green eyes, then shrugged your shoulders.
“What? I like Guns ‘n’ Roses.”
They all blinked in unison, and you giggled at the sight, and Jo and Sam fell back into their seats with no other complaints. Dean nodded, smiling widely as he put the car in gear and slid onto the highway.
It was Christmas Eve and you and Dean strolled along the snow covered streets, admiring the Christmas lights and decorations that painted the city. You weren’t ready to head back to the bunker, not ready to let the night end, not when it had been such a special one. It had been filled with you and Dean sitting in a little diner downtown. You had decided to order every dessert on the menu, along with a bottle of wine, pigging out and laughing until nearly 2am.
There was a small park up ahead of you, snow covering the benches. Strings of twinkle lights were wrapped around the light poles, in the trees and strewn across the walkways and you dragged Dean across the street, over to the swings.
“I haven’t sat on a swing set in… God knows how long.” Dean said, pushing off the small amount of snow that had gathered on the seats, before you both sat.
You smiled at him. The excitement in his expression and the way the lights strung across the pillars reflected in his eyes and shone on the freckles dusted across his cheeks, made your heart sing.
“Did you mean it?”
“What?” You asked, lightly swaying yourself with your feet.
“When you said you saw hope.. you know, for us?”
“Of course. I mean I’m terrified and it’s dangerous, obviously, in this life,” You sighed. “But you’re worth it.” You tried to sound nonchalant, trying not to sound to sappy. “What do you think?”
“Well, the idea of you and me as a couple… all I see are problems. Big problems. I’m talking… immense danger, chaos, riots in the streets, explosions, natural disasters, a freakin’ avalanche of emotional chaos. It’s really a bad idea. And I’m sorry but… I’m in, for all of it.” He shrugged, like his little speech, that sounded like it came out of a damn romance novel, wasn’t a big deal.
“Like you said, it’s worth it.”
“I said you’re worth it.”
“Yeah, well so are yo-,” Before he could even get the last word out you cut him off him a passionate press of your lips to his.
You giggled as you pulled away from him. “Who knew Dean Winchester was so sappy.“
“Yeah, yeah. Shut up.” He looked down, shaking his head at you, trying to mask the grin making its way across his flushed cheeks.
Sweet Jesus, he is so cute. That man is going to be the death of me. You thought, smiling to yourself.
“C'mon. Let’s head back, it’s fucking freezing out here.” He said with a laugh, standing and holding his hand out in your direction. You laced your fingers with his, following his slows steps away from the swing set.
You noticed a pile of snow that had collected at the bottom of the slide to your left and stopped, an idea forming in your head. You reached out to grab a palmful. “Did you and Sam ever get to play in the snow as kids?” You questioned as you let your hand slip from his.
“Not really, I mean it snowed in different towns my dad was working cases in but, John Winchester didn’t really make "playing” a priority on our daily to-do list.“ He watched you smashing the snow in your hand, forming a ball.
"Don’t even think about it. Don’t do what I think you’re about to do,” Dean warned, watching your lips curve into a smirk.
You turned to look at him, your face holding an expression of mock innocence.
“What would I be about to do?” you asked crouching down and collecting some more snow.
“Y/N,” he said slowly pointing a finger at you. “I know you, seriously don’t do it. You’ll regret it sweetheart."
You held the now perfect snowball in your hand, tossing it into the air slightly.
"Oh will I? You sure about that Winchester?”
Whatever he was about to say next was lost as you threw it at him, getting him right in the chest. He looked at you, exasperated and almost shocked that you actually did it, but you could see the smile hiding just behind it.
“You really shouldn’t have done that babe.” A mischievous smile now gracing his face.
You shrieked running toward the snow covered grassy field, to get away long enough to make another snowball.
“No you don’t!” he yelled, and you could hear his footsteps catching up with yours. You were fast but Dean was so much faster and he caught you in his arms from behind lifting you easily, laughing and spinning you. Your heart fluttered and butterflies exploded in your stomach at the feeling of his arms around you and the warmth of his torso pressed to your back. He set you back down but kept his arms around you until you stopped struggling to get away, still laughing.
His hand pushed down the back of your shirt dropping a bit of snow down it causing you to squeal. Your back arched away from it as you squirmed, losing your footing and falling backwards; taking Dean down with you. He landed flat on top of you with an “unnff”.
He began tickling your sides, the sound of your uninhibited laughter making him smile. God, he loved you.
“Okay okay,” you squealed. “Truce!”
He ceased his attack on your sides. “On one condition.”
“What condition?"
"Kiss me.” He whispered, eyes flickering to your slightly quivering lips. And you did, with lips tasting of chocolate and white wine. Your hand caressed the fabric of his worn out jacket as the smell of cologne wafted to you; with a feeling of home attached to both of them. Light snow began to fall as you kissed the boy you definitely hadn’t mean to fall for, but are so glad you did.
A/N: This one is difficult for me for some reason. Not really sure why. Feedback encouraged and appreciated!
You had just pulled up to a little crappy gas station somewhere in Oklahoma. You weren’t really paying attention. “Alright, I figure we’ll hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south and hit Bisbee my midnight.” Dean said to you and Sam. “Sounds good to me.” You said hopping out of the car to stretch your legs. Sam wasn’t paying any attention to Dean or to you. He was fascinated by his Palm Pilot. “Sam wears women’s underwear…” Dean continued. “I’ve been listening.” Sam replied. “I’m just busy.” “Whatchya doin’?” you asked through the window, sticking your face in the window to see for yourself. He put his palm over your face and pushed you back out the window. “Hey! Rude!” you giggled. He laughed at you. “I’m reading emails!” he said, as Dean joined you outside the car to pump the gas. “Emails from who?” Dean questioned. “My friends at Stanford.” Sam said, and you could see a small flicker of sadness cross his face. “You’re kidding…you still keep in touch with your old college buddies?” Dean scoffed. “Why not?” Sam asked.
Title: Blood is Thicker, Chapter 2 Pairing: Eventual Castiel/OC. Very very very slow burn. Word Count: 4720 this chapter only Warnings: Violence in this chapter. Monster killing. No smut. Tags:@abaddonwithyall@scruffandyarn@ladyfae@kittenofdoomage@spnfanficpond Summary: “She’s a nephilim. An abomination. The only one on earth.“ Was she really the only one, though?
The actress I’m picturing for Gabriella, Ellen Page:
Summary: Sam Wesson has been wrongfully accused of murdering his college roommate. Convicted and sentenced to life without parole, he is on his way to prison when the transport van crashes, presenting him with a chance to escape. Desperate for freedom, he goes on the run. He vows that he will do whatever he has to do to stay out of prison. US Marshal Dean Winchester is on his trail. His job is simple: capture Sam and bring him back to prison. At least it started out as simple. But two unexpected things happen: he becomes attracted to the fugitive and he begins to suspect that Sam is innocent. In a clash between desire and duty, which side will win?
