would die to be a fly on the wall in heaven when mary winchester explained to john that she got resurrected and started a delicate love affair with an alternate universe bobby, the next door neighbor and lifelong friend that john has beef with for raising his kids for him. also their masc son is bi and both kids are monsterfuckers
Monsterfuckers am now wracking my tired brain for who dean hooked up with outside of angels
@accidentalshipper - in a 7x13 Bucklemming dubcon special, The Slice Girls - Dean sleeps with Lydia, who unbeknownst to him, is an Amazon (and they are framed as monsters in the ep).
Then there’s the orgy he had with Crowley and the triplets of unspecified gender, which Crowley mentions in 10x01 Black. Crowley is a demon, so…
“Go…Go away! Don´t- Don´t touch me!” You´re screaming, flinching away from his touch. Your eyes are wild, your breaths come fast and shallow and your whole body is trembling in fear.
“It’s okay… I’m not going to hurt you,” he says, slowly approaching you and crouching down to one knee in front of you, carefully reaching out his arms to take your hands in his, holding them firmly. Looking up, your eyes meet his piercing blue ones. “I´m here. They won’t get you, kitten. You’re safe and they can’t hurt you again. I won´t let them come near you. You know you can trust me, right?”
Lucifer watches you, scanning your body for wounds and spreading his arms for you to lean in, just like you always do. Carefully and wincing, you lean close to his chest. He wraps his arms around you and startles when he feels something sticking out of your back and the warm wetness around.
Your head leans against his shoulders and you feel your limbs getting numb. You struggle to keep your eyes open.
“Hey, no kitten. Stay with me,” Lucifer mumbles and tries to wake you up, to heal you, but his grace is almost gone. “Don’t you die now kitten…i need you!” He yells and then the darkness surrounds you.
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She’s just hanging limb in my arms, I couldn’t save her. But I know, she’ll wake up again. I know this place… I once created it to torture. The city of nightmares and blood, a place where one lives his nightmares to an extend that will break them. I never visited this place before, I don’t know anything about it… Just that I created this place and it’s guardians.
(Y/N) ’s moving in my arms.
“Slow, kitten. It’s alright, I’m here.” She opens her eyes and smiles when she sees me. Please kitten don’t smile like this.
“Lucifer… You are alright!” Tilting her head upwards to kiss me, she sighs. “Luci… I died again, right?” She asks and I nod.
“Kitten…I…I don´t know…how often…I will be..be able to see…you die before…I lose my mind..” I am stuttering at the thought of her dying again and fear crawls up in my chest.
“It´s….it´s okay, Lucifer. My…My brothers will find a way to…to get us out of here…” She mumbles and slowly sits up. Hearing some strange noise, I look around, not seeing anything but a writing appearing on the ground.
“Sacrifice… blood….love…escape…nightmares.” Reading those words out loud, I am confused.
“See…I told you they find a way, Luci.” She says, her eyes growing wide of fear when reading it.
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Your heart drops.
Sacrifice the blood of your love to escape the nightmares. You just KNEW that you´ve read about this place somewhere.
“It’s simple, Luci….To get out of here…You have to kill me and sacrifice my blood…to this place” You explain, your voice shaky and hoarse.
He stares at you in shock. “No. I can´t. You…You have to kill me so that you can get out of here, kitten! I won’t kill you…” He mumbles, his voice dying at the end.
Cupping his cheek, you give him an encouraging smile. “Don´t worry. You have to do it…You’re an archangel…I can’t kill you, Luci.”
Just shaking his head and mumbling “No!” The whole time, he clings to your body.
“Lucifer…” You sigh, cupping his face again and kissing him softly. “You saw me dying so much down here…I don´t want you to break…I want you to live and help my brothers. And…someday you will see me again up in heaven, okay?” You whisper while pulling out his archangel blade and laying it into his hands.
Lucifer shakes his head and starts to get up, you in his arms, but immediately drops down on his knees again. “No kitten… I….just can’t lose you..” He mumbles and lets his beautiful, yet bruised and faint wings surround both of you.
“You have to…” You wrap his hand around the handle of his blade and place it right above your heart.
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Shaking my head, I just sit on my heels, clinging to her while she wants me to sacrifice her.
“I… I Can’t do this… Kitten…I’d rather die than to hurt you…” My voice breaks and I just stare at her with tears in my eyes. She really wants me to sacrifice her, to end her life that I can escape.
Staring down at the archangel blade, she placed above her heart, I hesitate. My hands are shaking and I have to blink tears away.
“Do it, Luci.” She whispers and then presses down my hands, piercing her heart while she just smiles and looks into my eyes.
I can feel the blood flowing out of the wound and let go off the blade, just to cling even more to her body and let out all the tears and sobbing.
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“(Y/N)!” You hear your brother’s voices and open your eyes.
“Dean… Sam? Am… Am I back?” Sam nods and smiles happily at you. Dean carefully helps you to sit up and you see Lucifer laying next to you, sleeping.
“He’s still caught in his nightmare…” Sam mumbles and your eyes grow wide.
He should’ve been back already. He did what the lore said. He sacrificed you to escape.
“But… He…he sacrificed my blood, the blood of his love… He should be back!” You yell at Sam and he shakes his head.
“Are you sure, sweetheart?” Dean’s voice sounds sceptical. “He could never have killed you. You know that."
His words let your eyes grow wide.
"No…You’re right. I… I pushed the blade in my heart… His hands were wrapped around it… But I pushed it down….” Your voice breaks when you realize it and you crawl over to shake him.
“Luci… Please wake up now… I’m sorry… I didn’t..mean to…to leave you there…” Trailing off, you lay your head down on his chest and let out the sobs which are shaking your body.
“… ‘ts okay… Kitten…” His voice pulls you out of your thoughts and he lays a hand on your head. Lifting his head a bit, he kisses the top of your head.
“How…did you…” Your eyes grow wide, stare at him.
“I still…had my blade… I just…couldn’t live without you…” He mumbles and wraps both arms around you.
“Sacrifice your blood for your love to escape the nightmares.” Sam recites the lines. “You had to be ready to sacrifice yourself to get out of there. They want you to give your own life, your own blood, that’s the trial in this city of nightmares and blood.” He explains and looks at both of you.
“I just love you so much, my kitten.” Lucifer whispers and kisses the top of your head.
“And I love you, Luci.” You mumble and smile into his chest.
If someone is pretty bored, I just created a supernatural rp server on discord. It’s for fun, so you can join there to play one existing character of the show, or just create an OC to join the bunch
Author:somemaycallmesunshine Pairing: Matt Cohen x Reader Reader Gender:Female Word Count:2k Warnings: fluff (is that a warning?), swearing, reader has self-confidence issues, mentions of anxiety/depression
A/N: Hi, everyone! Sorry this took so long. I first want to thank everyone who liked or followed this story and for everyone who still is reading it despite my absence. It means so much to me. I hope you enjoy this next chapter! (Internal thoughts are in italics)
Summary: You had long dreamt of meeting your hero Matt Cohen and thanking him for changing your life. But now with SPNCon rolling around, you finally get your chance, and it’s more than you could have ever imagined.
You checked yourself in the mirror for the umpteenth time. You didn’t have anything to wear for a day out with your hero so you asked your friend Cecelia, who, just like friends do, let you borrow a cute sundress she brought. But not without the price of grilling you on the details.
“Come on! At least show me a picture of your mystery date!” She pouted.
“It’s not a date, Cece.” You insisted.
She snorted, “Yeah right. What kind of guy asks you on a whim to eat lunch with him alone and tells you how special you are? Not to mention he just met you. Face it, Y/N. He totally asked you out.” She sighed as she flopped onto the hotel bed. “God, why don’t these kinds of things happen to me?”
You hesitated for a moment, fiddling with your hands. “Cece, what if it’s not all it’s cracked up to be?” You asked, your voice low and hands shaking. “What if this is just a game? What if he’s just using me?”
Cecilia frowned, “You know he’s not.” But your unconvinced expression told her otherwise. “Y/N, you’ve gotta be a little more hopeful about this. This is someone new, this mysterious and probably hot and handsome stranger asking you out on a friggin’ date for god sakes! It’s like a dream!”
“And what if that’s all this’ll be? Just some stupid dream that ends up being a complete nightmare?”
“I don’t think that’ll happen.” She replied. “Not everyone is like Barron, you know.”
You sucked in a deep breath, knowing that what she said was true but the doubt still lingered in your mind. You weren’t one for fairy tales and happy endings. They just didn’t happen to you. And you weren’t going to start believing in them now just because some gorgeous guy supposedly asked you out.
You turned away from the mirror to face her, changing the subject. “How do I look?” Truthfully, whatever your friend said, you felt a little strange. You never dressed up for anything really and it was one the first times in your life you ever put that much effort into make up and hair. Your reflection almost made it seem like you were a completely different person.
Cece gave you a wink, “Rawr.” She made a sound similar to a purring cat. “Trust me. He won’t be able to resist.” You grabbed a nearby pillow and threw it into her face.
“Hey! What the hell?”
“You’re crazy.” You snorted.
She smirked and kicked at your heels, “Yeah but you love it. Now get going or you’re gonna be late for Prince Charming!”
Matt fiddled with his collared shirt and tried combing his unruly hair once more before turning back to his friends, Richard and Rob. “There. How do I look?”
“Like a friggin’ archangel.” Richard snickered and pinched Matt’s cheeks. Matt swatted his hand away and Richard’s snickers turned into full on guffaws.
Rob shook his head, “I still say it’s a little weird. You met her yesterday, right?” Matt nodded his head and he continued, “So what – do you like her or something? I mean, it’s not like you to wanna just pick girls up on a whim.”
“Um no. Girls wanna pick him up. I mean, have you seen the ass on this guy? He’s fucking blessed.” Rich snorted.
Matt rolled his eyes and ignored his friend. “It’s hard to explain. It was… It was a feeling, you know?” He paused for a moment, biting his lip to help collect his thoughts but they all traced back to your smiling face. “It was like God was opening this door of opportunity and I had to take it – seriously, you’re a fucking perv, Rich.” He scoffed as he watched his friend collapse in tears.
“Face it. You walked right into that one though, dude.” Rob smirked.
Sometimes Matt wondered why he was best friends with those psychos but he couldn’t help but love them. He sighed and glanced at his watch and his eyes widened, “Shit! I’m gonna be late!”
As he bolted out the door, he heard Richard holler, “Use protection, Matty!” And he flipped him off.
You couldn’t stop the thrumming in your heart as you waited in the lobby. You tapped your toes on the ground and checked your phone to try to calm yourself down but it still didn’t seem real. Matt had asked you to lunch and half of you thought it was a dream you were more than excited to experience and the other half thought it was too good to be true.
Maybe I was just dreaming it all up. You thought as your heart sank but just as it had, it lifted and raced as you spotted the all too familiar face enter the lobby.
Several heads turned as they saw him and some folks who had gone to the convention gasped and squealed upon seeing him but once he spotted you, yours was the only face he saw. He dashed to you, bypassing the spectators nearby and that was when you realized you hadn’t dreamt it at all. It was a reality and you were about to live it and you didn’t know whether you were bursting from excitement or trembling from that nagging fear that you would mess it up.
“Y/N, hey. Sorry for being late.” Matt remarked, giving you a quick hug. “Rich and Rob kept me but hopefully you didn’t wait too long.”
You shook your head, “No I didn’t.”
Matt’s nervous expression turned to one of relief as he sighed with a grin, “That’s good. I would’ve hated it if I worried you.”
“Truthfully I’m surprised you remembered.” You admitted.
His eyes grew wide before he frowned, “And forget about you and our special day together? Keep dreaming, Y/N.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “Speaking of that, I made us a reservation in an hour so shall we go, m'lady?” He drawled in a fake British accent, holding his arm out.
You hooked your arm in his and nodded. He squeezed your arm against his as you both headed for the parking lot.
You were dreaming. You had to be. There was just no other explanation as to why Matt not only asked you to have lunch with him but followed through with his plans and took you to the quaintest restaurant you’d ever seen. It was like a little slice of Italy with pictures of olive groves and Tuscan villas decorating the walls and the sweet smell of garlic and tomatoes wafting through the air. They had the sweetest staff and you both wound up in a corner booth a ways away from the other customers.
“Any friend of Rob’s is a friend of ours.” The owner, a tiny Italian woman who looked like a grandma grinned at you as she took your orders.
“I’ll have the special.” Matt remarked before turning to you, “What would you like, sweetheart?”
You blushed at the nickname but Matt didn’t seem to notice the effect he had on you. Nevertheless, the waitress was awaiting the response and you didn’t want to keep her waiting. You glanced at the menu, hiding behind its pages before ordering the same thing and the woman left you both alone.
“I don’t think I said this yet but you look beautiful.” Matt grinned.
You almost thought it was his goal that day to make you blush constantly. You fiddled with your sleeves as heat rose into your cheeks, “You’re just saying that –”
“Trust me. I’m not. You really do look great today, Y/N.”
You ducked your head, feeling even warmer, “Thanks. You – you look great today too –not that you don’t look great everyday! Im sure you look amazing everyday – oh God, I’m digging myself in a hole aren’t I?”
Matt chuckled, amused. “I’m glad you think so, sweetheart.” He winked.
You were pretty sure your face was now officially on fire so you hid your face behind your hands. “I just need to shut up. I’m such an idiot.”
“Hey, no, Y/N.” Matt frowned, “Look at me.”
You shook you head and he sighed. “Y/N, please.” His voice grew serious and you peeked behind your hands for the briefest moment before relenting and letting them drop. Then you lifted your gaze and met his green orbs as he replied, “Thank you.”
You nodded, feeling your throat run dry as he continued. “You’re not an idiot, okay? I know we don’t know each other much but trust me when I say you aren’t. And for the record, I didn’t mind the rambling. I thought it was adorable.”
You flinched, reliving the words that made you feel humiliated. “Sorry about that…”
“You don’t have to apologize, you know, for anything. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“But –”
He put his hand out and placed it over yours which easily shut you up. “Y/N, it’s okay. You have nothing to apologize for. Alright?”
Your throat seemed to swell and your eyes sting from the unshed tears that always seemed to appear at the drop of a hat. But Matt didn’t seem to mind. He tilted your chin up, allowing you to gaze once more at his handsome face. His eyes searched yours, awaiting a response so you nodded your head.
He beamed and his whole face lit up. “Well alright.”
Before you could say anything, the waitress returned, bringing over your plates of food. Upon seeing you both, she rushed with placing the plates in front of you before disappearing with a knowing wink. And just like that, you were blushing all over again.
“Man, Rob wasn’t kidding when he said this place was good.” Matt sighed, patting his belly as the both of you walked out of the restaurant.
You nodded, “I don’t think I can even eat dinner.”
“Tell me about it. I’m not even sure I could eat breakfast tomorrow, but do you know what sounds pretty good right now?” He asked and you shook your head. “A nice, cold pint. I could go for a pale ale or something to cool down after all that chow.”
You gestured in front of you. “I saw a bar a few blocks down if you wanna check it out.”
Matt’s eyes sparkled as he turned to you, “Only if you check it out with me.”
You wrinkled your nose in displeasure, “Okay, but… I’m not much of a beer person.”
“You’re kidding.” He deadpanned.
“It tastes like piss.”
He snorted, “Only if you haven’t tried the good stuff.” You didn’t look convinced and he smirked, “That’s fine. I’m up for the challenge. I’ll school you on good beer and in return, I’d like you to do something for me.”
“What’s that?”
“I want you to stop speaking so negatively about yourself.” He replied and though you opened your mouth to object, he continued. “I know it’s hard and I know you don’t want to do it, but it would make me really happy if you stopped criticizing yourself when you’re a strong and beautiful woman. Okay? So can you do it? Please? For me?” He batted his lashes at you and you turned to mush.
You bit your lip, wishing you could not only refuse him but stop yourself from turning scarlet again but it was as though your mouth betrayed your mind. “So you really think I’m strong?”
He nodded, “And beautiful.”
“… Fine.”
Matt grinned and his eyes twinkled with glee. “Perfect! And for every negative comment you say about yourself, you gotta find five things you like about yourself.”
Your eyes widened, “Hey! Wait a minute! I didn’t sign up for that!” You hollered but he was already bounding ahead of you, skipping like a child.
“You’re not gonna regret this! I promise.” He called out as you chased him into the bar.
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**
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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.
Summary - Reader is having some peripheral experiences with a few Demons the boys are hunting and they stop by to interrogate. Since she’s also the town bartender, they’ll get their Hunter’s Helper from her, too. And maybe Dean will get a little more.
A/N - Somebody, somewhere in the fandom, wrote a hot little number once about getting caught listening to Def Leppard in Dean’s room. I love Hysteria, too! And of course Dean will get more; just have to wait until Part 2 is all. Sorry!
You had Hysteria on full blast in your workshop. Climbing the iron stairs to the second level of your metal sculpture, you dropped the mask of your welding helmet, opened the valve and lit your acetylene torch. You had loosely attached the new piece and were coaxing the intricate lines of molten metal along the flame’s path, adding both security and beauty to the area.
Your workbench was covered in tools and scrap metal, and the perimeter of the cavernous room was lined with finished pieces, most standing at least three to five feet tall. You were ambitious with the size of your latest project. And although it was hot in the industrial studio, you never took chances with your work and were in full coveralls to protect from any stray sparks. A few more strokes and you’d be done with this section.
So here is part two of the lost series I’ve been working on. I hope you guys enjoy this. This idea brings tears to my eyes. The only thing I can think of is being in Dean’s shoes. Anyways Like, Reblog and follower for more stories like these.
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.”
Song-based request (Ida Maria’s I like you so much better when you’re naked) by the ever beautiful, inside & out, @writingthingsisdifficult
Character: Sam x FemReader Words: 7500 Warnings/Content: smut, crisis of confidence, fluff, cuteness, fun, goofball Sam, smut! Summary: You are back home-side and celebrating when hapless Sam walks into your line of very-friendly fire.
“YOUR/NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME!”
“LOUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!!!”
“LALALALALALALAL-”
“YAIAYAIAYAIAYI-”
“Do you mind?”
“Ugh, piss off Joel,” Louie swipes at the grumpy drunk, “I’m welcoming my buddyyyyy hoooOOOOOOME!”
You both resume running on the spot and stick your arms out beyond each other to trot in for a rick-rocking hug.
“Ooooh missed your guts!!”
“Missed yours more Botch! I had to do it all in this godforsaken town,” she grinds out and pulls back to look at you beam at her, “without you!”
You wrap an arm around each other and start to walk to the island bench you’ve always leaned on. “Yes, tolerating my absence without me,” you laugh, “what self-fulfilling pain.”
Louie squeezes you sideways, kissing your temple, and pulls her stool close to another so you can sit together.
“What’s this?” you wonder, picking up your short drink.
“A gin!” she exclaims. “For my fancy pants traveler.”
“Aw, you remembered! Well,” you say, downing the shot in two gulps, a breathy groan matching the noise of you slamming the glass, “truth be told, I’m home my dear Louise. I want a bourbon.”
Author:somemaycallmesunshine Pairing: Young John!Michael x Prophet!Reader Reader Gender:Female Word Count:3k Warnings: violence, blood, gore, anxiety attacks, ANGST, swearing, death, changes in season 5’s plot
A/N: Hi, everyone! Sorry to kwwp you all waiting. It’s been quite a bit of a crazy couple of weeks for me but thank you for being so supportive of and patient with me. Here is chapter twenty four! Parts of the episodes are weaved in through the plot with some changes for the sake of the storyline. (Visions as well as internal thoughts are in italics) Also credit to the wonderful anons, @homework-is-the-real-killer, @sunfirestrike, and @twentyonebandmembers among others for their wonderful headcanons. I’ll be incorporating them in Crossfire and my “The Mark: Drabble series. *runs and hides*
Summary: Takes place during season 5. With the apocalypse at foot, Team Free Will and the reader are doing everything in their power to stop it. But when their plans take a wrong turn, the reader gets kidnapped by none other than their enemy, Michael the archangel
Summary: Dean’s upset when a Cupid marks him with an arrow but not his soulmate, or so he thinks. As he struggles to come to terms, he calls her everything other than her actual name, though maybe that’s just a part of getting struck by true love.
Warnings: language, name calling, kissing, implied smut (established friends with benefits relationship), fluff
A/N: Something silly just for fun. Enjoy… and Happy Valentine’s Day Written for @howbadcanitbebingo.
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“Stupid, Cupid.” Said Dean, walking into the motel room, stripping off his soaked jacket and throwing it onto the chair.
“What are you muttering over there, sourpuss?” You asked, pulling off your wet clothes since you guys had gotten caught in the rain chasing down the monster of the week.
Which turned out not to be the cupid you ran into, who of course Dean just had to go and make friends with. He wasn’t a fan and he made sure to tell you that every two minutes on the ride to the motel.
There wasn’t much privacy in the room to begin with and since the two of you had a sort of friends with benefits thing going on for a while now, you didn’t care to cover up. You’d certainly seen it all and so had Dean.
“Nothing, sweetheart.” He brushed you off, muttering under his breath, “…dumb, giant baby.”
With Valentine’s day fast approaching, Sam took some time off to go who knows where, doing who knows what with Eileen. Leaving you to deal with one very grumpy Dean. He’d been in a mood since the start of the case and there’d been nothing you could do to snap him out of it. And you tried everything, until you’d finally had enough of his attitude.
“That’s it! What is wrong with you, De?” You snapped, tossing your wet shirt at him, leaving you in your bra and jeans. It hit him in the face with a satisfying slap sound and you giggled at the face he made.
“I’m not even talking to you, nosy parker.” He stated, his eyes lingering a little too long on your chest to just be friends and he muttered again, “…frigging, wingless diaper muncher.”
“You’re obviously not talking to anyone else, old man.” You bickered, putting your hands on your hips and staring at him.
“Don’t start with me, sunshine- And you’re not a hell of a lot younger than me so I’d watch it, dollface.” He said, pulling off his wet shirts and tossing them in the pile on the ground with yours.
It was your turn to cast him a lingering glance. He was the perfect combination of soft and muscular and you bit your lip trying to trap a sigh. Your cheeks heating up too quickly, but he didn’t notice, too busy trying to hide his own growing feelings for you.
“I know but you get so angry when I call you a geezer. It’s adorable.” You smirked, you didn’t know why but you always loved teasing him when he was already annoyed.
“And you think that’s funny, little girl?” He asked with a raise of his eyebrows.
“Uh-huh, plus I think you’re kinda cute when you’re all flustered, tough guy.” You chuckled.
“I’m not the one who’s redder than a tomato right now, jiggles.” He pointed out, finally noticing the hue in your cheeks.
“Whatever, nipple sucker.”
“Hey. You like it when I do that, pumpkin.” He said matter-of-factly, his tongue peeking between his lips as he grinned at you and tilted his head.
“That was one time-”
“And every other time after that-”
“Shut up or it’s never happening again, dork.” You threatened, feeling even hotter than before.
“I can hold out a lot longer than you can, sweetness.” He bet, sliding his jeans down his thick thighs, leaving him in just his fitted red boxers. The ones with the little black hearts that you’d gotten him. He watched you squirm and bite the inside of your cheek as you filled with need. “Tough noogies, kitten.”
“Tease.” You called him.
“Brat.”
“Jerk.”
“Ass-butt.”
“Watch it, Dean, your Cas is showing… Hoser.” You muttered.
“Excuse me, peanut, what did you just call me?”
“…Honey.”
“That’s not what you said, darling.” He shook his head.
“How would you know, weirdo? You’ve been ignoring me all night; muttering insults every time you think I’m not listening, dick.” You cursed, finally calling him out on it.
“Not everything’s about you, cupcake.” He shook his head.
“Sure it’s not, babe.” You rolled your eyes, if it hadn’t been something you’d done, it had to be about you. Otherwise, you would’ve gotten it out of him by now, you always did. Sam called it your superpower. “You know I’ll get it out of you sooner or later, buddy, and I’d rather not do this all night. I’ve got other plans in store for you, big guy.”
“If you must know, princess, that damn cupid jabbed me with an arrow before he disappeared. So I’m not really in the mood for your teasing. Alright, buttercup?” Dean explained dryly.
“Alright… Why aren’t you with your soulmate then, Casanova?” You continued to tease ever so slightly.
“The butthead didn’t mark her. Said something about karma- I don’t know, he was still pissed that I punched in the face, the cry-baby.” Dean rolled his eyes, he never liked cupids, especially when they greeted him with a hug in their birthday suit no less.
“Oh… Are you sure about that, handsome? I mean, how do you even know who she is?” You asked, chewing on the edge of your thumbnail.
“Trust me, beautiful, I know. I felt it before he even touched me, it’s just more… intense now.” He said, his emerald eyes searching yours for something.
“So what are you gonna do about it, Romeo?” You egged him on, knowing exactly how he was feeling.
“Not much I can do, sugarplum.” Dean breathed with sad eyes, avoiding your gaze.
“You sure about that, stud muffin?” You asked, scrunching up your forehead.
“Yeah…” He sighed.
“Yeah?” You questioned, squinting up at him and grinning like an idiot.
“Uh- what are you getting at, chipmunk?” He replied, mirroring your grin after a moment.
“He marked me too, squirrel.” You admitted, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth and letting it go slowly.
“When?!”
“While you were renting the room, dumby. Cupids don’t mess around with true love, love-bug.” You said, noticing a look of relief in his bright eyes, like a weight was lifted off of his shoulders. “So, good-looking, you like me, eh?” You asked, wetting your lips in antici… -pation.
“Cuddle bug, you have no idea.” He breathed, closing the distance between you far too slowly for your liking.
“Why don’t you show me, squishy.” You pulled him down by the back of his neck and into a needy kiss.
His lips slipping between yours as he struggled to keep up, still shocked that you were actually meant for him this whole time. He loved the idea of that, belonging to each other after craving all of you for so long. You were written in the stars together.
“Pretty girl, wait.” He panted, breaking the kiss but staying close enough to feel your moist breath on his skin. He was having second thoughts already ‘cuz let’s face it, it’s Dean; he never thinks he’s good enough even when he most definitely is. “Maybe we should call Cas, maybe he can reverse this.”
“Is that even what you want, doofus?” You pleaded, just wanting to keep on kissing him.
“No, Y/N/N. Of course I want you, angel.” But he had to ask one last time. “You sure you want me for keeps, baby girl?”
“Shut up and kiss me, tiger.” You moaned, pulling him down to meet your lips again, letting out a small squeak when he nibbled on your bottom lip and unhooked your bra.
