“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.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“(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.
So many cases, so many hunts were chasing each other without giving any of you a break. And even IF there wouldn’t be a case at the moment, you know your twin brother too well and you are sure that he never would take a break. That’s why you and your younger brother Sam made up that plan to work with Rowena.
“Are you sure it´ll work Sam?” You whisper while preparing dinner. He nods and takes a small flask with a shimmery liquid out of his pocket.
“Rowena said that he has to drink it. And then he will have the break he deserves, at least that were her words.” Sam eyes the flask and then shrugs, emptying it into Dean’s drink.
“Hey Dean, hey Cas. Here, we thought you might be hungry and thirsty.” You say while walking into the library, where they sit and discuss your last hunt. Sam follows you put and carries the four pizza boxes.
“Thank you (Y/N), but you know I don’t eat, right?” Castiel mumbles, but opens the box in front of him. You chuckle as he absently mimics Dean eating his pizza.
“Yeah, I know. What were you talking about boys?” You ask and lean back in your chair, one slice of pizza in you mouth, another one in your left and your drink in your right hand. Sam watches you and Dean, shaking his head about your eating manners.
After awhile, you excuse yourself to go to bed. In your room, you get changed and snuggle under your blanket.
The next morning, you lay awake in your bed, your eyes closed. You hear your door opening and something that sounds like barefoot scuttling over the floor.
“Pssst, not loud Cassie! We mustn’t wake (Y/N)!” Someone whispers and your bed dips down on both sides of your head.
“But Dean…we must wake (Y/N)!” Another whispering voice next to your left ear. “You’re hungry and we can’t cook!”
“Noo! Let’s wake Sammy, (Y/N) is scary when we wake her,” the first voice, apparently Dean, whispers on your right side. A tiny hand lays down on your forehead and you turn your head to the left, eyes still closed.
“CASSIE! You´ll wake her!” The voice on your right gets louder and someone reaches over your head to take away the tiny hand, but you grab around his - way too thin - wrist. “Noo, let go (Y/N)!” The voice begs and you open your eyes with a sigh.
“What the hell…” You mumble as you see the two naked boys, children, on your pillow. You sit up and look at them, your eyes growing wide. “Dean?” The blonde boy raises his hand and smiles brightly. “Castiel?” The other one, black hair and blue eyes and black and blue wings sprouting from his back, lift his hand a bit and looks down.
“Sorry, to wake you (Y/N). We are hungry, can you make breakfast?” the little Cas whispers, looking down at his hand on his belly.
“Okay… okay okay. What the… How?….” You stutter, grabbing your blanket and wrapping it around both boys. “SAM WINCHESTER!” Dean and Cas flinch as you yell your younger brother´s name. “Hey it’s okay, don’t worry.”
“What’s wrong (Y/N), are you-” Sam freezes in your door, his gun pointing at your bed, his eyes wide open. “What the hell?” He gasps and puts away his gun.
“Sam, may I introduce to you: Dean and Castiel!” You point at them and they wave at Sam when their names are said.
“Dean and Cas? But-” He sighs and both of you know exactly who did this. “Rowena,” Sam groans and you nod.
“Okay, Sam you call her and I will try to find something for them to wear and get them something to eat.” You say and he hurries to the library. Looking at your twin and his angel, you chuckle. “Well, boys, how old are you again?” They smile and proudly present you their hands, four fingers raised. “You are four already? Wow, that’s …wow.”
You get out of bed and reach out your hands for them, which they make and follow you to Dean´s room.
“Ohh, this must be the room of a bad guy! So much weapons!” Dean says, eyeing everything, his jaw dropped. You look at them, wondering how much of their memories they kept and then you let them sit down on Dean´s bed.
“Don’t move and don’t touch anything in here. The bad guy will find out and be mad at you Dean.” You say while you get to his dresser, getting out two pair of boxers and two shirts.
“We don’t have clothes for you yet, so you need to wear this until Sam got something for you, okay?” Smiling you help them get dressed, trying to make everything fitting and then you take their hands to go to the kitchen.
Dean and Cas are sitting at the table, drinking their cups of milk and eating some toasts when Sam comes in, his brows furrowed.
“We have a problem, (Y/N),” he says and you raise your eyebrow. “Well, you don´t say! My twin brother and his boyfriend are barely reaching up to your knees and don´t know about hunting and stuff. They’re fucking four years old Sam. Of course we have a problem!” You groan, running your hand through your hair.
“(Y/N) said fucking!” Castiel gasps and clasps his tiny hands over his mouth and Dean looks up from his breakfast, makeing a angry face.
“You mustn’t say something like that (Y/N)!” His comment lets Sam and you exchange a confused look. Getting scolded by someone who perfectioned the swearing feels kinda strange.
“Sorry boys, I won’t say that f-word again, I promise!” You apologize and glare at Sam. “Explain our problem please!”
“Rowena said, that this potion de-aged Dean and let him forget all the negative things about hunting and everything. For him, and Cas, we are just a family who lives here. No memories about bad things. She wasn’t sure WHY Cas de-aged too, but she said something about connected souls. There´s only one downside to this potion,” he mumbles and scratches his head. ”What?” You snap at him and he sighs. “It wears off in around two weeks. Rowena said: ‘You asked for a break for Dean and now you have two weeks.’”
“Well,” you again run your hand through your hair. “We need to get them some clothes and we have to hide all weapons and-” “Hold on (Y/N)! I´ll get them some clothes and you will stay and watch over them, okay?” Sam interrupts you and grabs your shoulders. “Just stay calm. We can handle them.”
You nod and he leaves to get some outfits for both boys while you watch over them.
“(Y/N), what is this?” Dean´s voice sounds from the library and when you enter, your heart drops to your feet. He’s standing in front of the same sword he cut himself with on the first day we moved in here, pointing at it.
“This is a sword and you have to be extraspecial careful! It is very sharp and you can hurt yourself with it.” You crouch down to his height and smile while you explain it to him. A loud clash, followed by a whining from the war room lets you jump and rush into the room.
Little Cas is sitting there, surrounded by different instruments and glass shards, his little wings sprawled on the floor behind him and sniffling.
“Hey, Cas. I´m here, it´s okay. please don´t cry sweetie!” You say and kneel down next to him, pulling him into a hug. He gets a hiccup and your shirt gets wet on your shoulder. “Shhh, it’s okay. Are you hurt Cas?”
“Don´t know, but your glass thingy dropped.” He mumbles and leans back to look in your face, looking sad and guilty.
“Don´t worry about it, it wasn’t important. Now, try to focus little bee. Did you hurt yourself? Are your wings okay?” when you mention his wings, his eyes grow wide and he turns around his head, looking at his wings. You instead look at his arms and legs, if he maybe cut himself at the glass or something, but you can’t see any wounds, just a little bruise on his knee.
“My wings…Why you see them (Y/N)?” He mumbles and looks at you. You shrug and get up to get him away from the glass shards.
“I see you wings too Cassie!” Dean giggles and rushes towards you, confusing Cas even more.
When Sam comes home to the bunker, you two get Dean and Cas dressed and look at each other. Somehow you will survive these two weeks. And actually you did pretty good. Bobby helped you to not get involved in any cases, so you could have some family time, as you called it.
Visits at the zoo, in the park or just sitting outside the bunker, having a picnic. Cas loves to draw pictures for you and Dean, you were extremely surprised, loved to braid flower wreaths for you and Sam to wear.
The two weeks were gone faster than you wished for, and at the end of the weeks, you had a surprise for both boys.
“What about going to this fun festival that´s in town this weekend?” Sam asks you three at breakfast and both children get big eyes and look pleading at you. You nod and everyone grins.
“Sure, we just need to get dressed and then we can go to the festival! And after that we can have your favorite food for dinner and watch some movies.” You say and then you remember something. On exact this day some years ago, you asked Castiel when it’s his birthday. He explained to you that angels don’t have birthdays, at least not trackable ones. That was until you decided to declare this day to be his birthday.
“Would you like this on your birthday Cas? This day will be our present to you, okay?” You say and he beams at you. His big blue eyes are sparkling and Dean and Sam are smiling brightly.
After breakfast, the two boys jump off their chairs and run to the bedroom you prepared for them to stay in, because Dean was too afraid to sleep in his own room. You even had to lock up his usual room.
Rushing after them, you gave Sam an apologetical glance and he made the dishes. You help them to dress up and after around an hour of trying to get a shirt over Castiel’s wings, until he just hid them, all of you were ready to go.
During the walk to the place where the festival takes place, Dean walks nicely next to Sam, holding his hand, but Cas tries to follow bees around until you grab the back of his jacket to keep him close.
The day went by so fast and the four of you are sitting on the huge bed in your room, watching some movies on the big TV you have. Dean snuggled close to you, Cas leaning on Sam’s arm, you smile. You really enjoyed those two weeks and you feel a bit sad that the spell wears off soon, but you are also glad that you will have back your grown up twin.
“(Y/N), can I tell you a secret?” Dean whispers into your ear and glances over at Sam and Cas. You nod your head and lean closer to him. “I kissed Cas, like grown ups do.”
Your eyes grow wide and you stare at him. “When?”
“On my birthday. When he slept in my room,” he mumbles and smiles. You pull him closer and kiss the top of his head.
“I promise not to tell anyone.” you say and the both of you turn your attention back to the TV.
After a while, both boys fell asleep, snuggled close to each other. Sam and you look at them and chuckle.
“I’ll sleep in Dean’s room Sammy. Just leave them here. Goodnight!” You whisper to your little brother and after kissing the boys goodnight, you leave to go to bed.
Cuddled up in Dean´s bed, you think about the last two weeks and with a smile on your face, you fall asleep.
Summary: Lily moved in with Richard and they managed to live a normal life, well, as normal as Richards life could be. Lily gets a role in the show. Richard is plagued with doubts about himself…how can Lily love an old man like him?
Pairing: Misha x Reader, Lily x Richard
Note for the character Lily: Lily is the readers best friend. Read the Prequel to find out more about how they met and how their friendship happened.
Word Count: 2586
Warnings: language (swearwords and stuff), mentioned abusive relationship, violence, fluff, SMUT!
Notes:
NORMAL text = Third Person View on Reader
BOLD text = Misha´s POV
ITALIC text = Richard´s POV
This one is just a little gift for my spn-bestie @mishacollinswife.
In this series, Richard and Misha are singles at the beginning.So none of them both is cheating or anything.
If you don’t like it, just don´t read it. If you DO like it, then I would appreciate if you leave feedback <3
“Don’t ‘dude’ me Rob! It’s not that I got hard on purpose!” I say, a bit louder than I wanted to. “So you get hard seeing me with her, but you can’t get hard for her? …Wow!” “But I want her. I want her BAD! But… I just can’t because.. because I´m scared… “
“Scared?” His raised eyebrow doesn’t make it better. “Yeah… scared.” “Scared of what? You know how it’s done! Your dick won’t fall off from having sex, you know?”
“I don’t know why I am talking to you! I … I am scared that I could hurt her. Like her ex did… I mean, I don´t know everything he did to her, she still doesn’t want to talk about it. But what if I do something that hurts her?… You know..I like-” “GOD, spare me the details!” He yells and lifts his hand in front of my face, the palm facing to me.
“Rich?” Raspberries! “Hey Lily, uhm.. You were awesome!” She looks at me with an odd expression on her face. “Thanks. Uh should we go? The others are waiting at the restaurant.” She says, reaching out to take my hand in hers. Is she still mad at me?
At the dinner table, we sit next to each other. Sitting at her other side is Alex and they are joking. Pushing my food around on my plate, I try to ignore their touches and hugs. Lily seems to be in a good mood. I sigh and put my fork away, reaching into my pocket, my hand wrapping around the small velvet box, only to let it go again and getting up. “Gotta head to the restrooms…” I mumble to no one specific.
“Don’t be stupid Rich.. She won´t say yes…” Looking into the mirror I see every wrinkle on my skin. My beard probably could use a shave too… Why would she want an old man like me… Lily seems to have fun with Alex. Running my fingers through my hair, I sigh again and leave the restrooms. I step into the dining room and see Lily´s head resting on Alex’ shoulder, his arms around her back.
Clenching my fists I head back to the table and sit down, looking over at Lily and Alex, only to see that Lily has fallen asleep and he seems kinda… uncomfortable? He gives me an apologetic glance and carefully lifts her from his shoulder to lean Lily against mine.
“Richie…love you,” she mumbles and a smile spreads over her face. Looking at Jensen, who is sitting opposite to us, I mouth that we leave. He nods and I pick her up, careful not to wake her. Rob follows us to bring our jackets to my car. Lily’s head still resting against my shoulder tilts up a bit and she looks at me.
“Rich? Uhm…what?” I kiss her forehead and smile. “We’re going home, you fell asleep.” She nods and falls asleep again. Rob helps me to get her into the car without accidentally hurting her. “Talk to her!” Rob says when I get into the car and start driving home.
Half an hour later we arrive at home, she woke up on the road, and I help Lily to get upstairs to our bedroom.
“I´ll take a shower, do you need me here sugar?” She shakes her head no and I get into the bathroom. After I got undressed, I stand there, looking at me in the small mirror over the sink.
In this light, my wrinkles are even more visible. I still can’t think of any reason why she would want me! I’m old… at least twenty years older than her. Suddenly, there are arms wrapped around me. I didn’t hear her enter. Hastily, I try to grab a towel to cover me, but she just hugs me from behind, her head resting against my back.
“Richie? Keep breathing…” She mumbles against my shoulder blades and I realize that I hold my breath. Slowly I start breathing again. “Uh… sugar? You..you re…realize that I…I´m naked?” I stutter and my heart pounds against my ribs. “Hmm.” Lily hums and I feel her smile on my shoulder. “So..uhm… I mean… “ Taking a deep breath, I let my arms hang down my side, closing and opening my fists to calm down. “But..But why are you.. I mean.. I´m just..” “Gorgeous.” She whispers completely relaxed. “What?” Looking up, I see my deep red face in the mirror, mouth agape and surprise written all over. She turns me around and I realize that she’s…she’s naked too.
“Su…sugar, I… uhm… why..are you..” “Naked?” Unable to form words, I nod. “To shower with you. I heard couples do that from time to time, you know?” She kisses my chest and a shiver runs through my body.
Slowly, I brush my fingers up her arms and take her face in my hands. My gaze wanders over her parted lips and locks with her eyes. Then her lips crash on mine resulting in a heated kiss.
Her fingers run through my hair, pulling my head down a bit. Grabbing her shoulders, I break the kiss. “Lily, what…” She looks into my eyes. “Richard. I love you, I want this.” She says, trailing my neckline, brushing over my collarbone with her fingers. “But.. Lily, I… “ “Stop talking already… “ She whispers and stops me from talking with another wild kiss. Her hands resting on my chest, she tries to push me back a few steps, but I don’t move. My hands slowly leave her shoulders, trailing down her chest and cupping her beautiful breasts. It’s like a switch turned off and I press my body against her, slowly pushing her back against the wall. “Rich…” She mumbles between the kisses and her hands wander down. “Stop it Lil… “ A deep growl escapes my chest and I grab both of her wrists, bringing them up above her head. “Rich… please…” She moans and I kiss down her neck, leaving small hickeys on my way down to her breasts. Playing around her temples with my tongue lets her shiver.
I take her wrists in one hand and bring the other down her body, brushing softly over her dripping wet core. She whimpers and moans my name. Leaving her breasts, I kiss her again.
“What do you want?” I ask her, my eyes and voice darkened of lust. “Want you…Rich…” She groans when I press my thumb against her clit.
“Don’t move.” I growl and go down on my knees, softly biting her thighs and slowly circling around her sweet spot. Her moaning drives me crazy, her whole body reacts to my touch. Working my fingers into her wet cunt to make her tremble. “So.. close…”
One hand fingering her tight pussy, I slowly kiss my way up, just to start sucking her clit. Looking up, I see her mouth forming a silent O and her head tilting backwards.
“Let’s see what you can take, sugar.” I growl against her pussy and push in more fingers, scissoring inside her, my tongue playing with her dripping folds as I suck heavier.
“Oh fuck Rich!… Soo… good…” Her breath comes jagged and her legs are trembling heavily, her back sliding down a bit against the wall.
“I ordered you to not move.” I growl and move my fingers even more, faster and deeper. Her whole body shakes and her first orgasm hits her hard. “Cumming…cummingcummincumm…” She can´t hold herself up on those trembling legs and slides down the tiles.
I crouch down and tilt her head back a bit by pulling her hair slightly. “Didn’t I tell you not to move?” She looks startled, but then the corners of her mouth tilt upwards to show me a cocky smile. “You…you did. But I didn-” “Next time you obey!” I growl and she nods shyly blushing. Seeing her like this makes me even harder. I bring my mouth next to her ear. “If any of this is something you don’t want, tell me and I stop, sugar.” I whisper and pull her against my chest. She nods again and then I feel her hand caressing my legs, up my thighs and then she wraps it around my thick cock.
“Richard…please…” She moans into my ear and I swallow hard. I help her to stand up, her back pressed against the wall and my hand between her legs. Sliding in my fingers again, I kiss her neck and she moans my name. Licking my lips, I pick up one of her legs, teasing her pussy with my thick cock and then sliding into her tight fuckhole.
“God Lily… Yo…. You’re tight!” I growl and keep rubbing her clit with my fingers to help her relax even more. “Feels… So… good!"
I wait a bit before I slowly start moving my hips, thrusting into her, my shaft filling her up entirely. Her fingernails dig into my back and she bites in my neck to muffle her loud moans.
Her walls clench around me, and I thrust deeper into her dripping pussy. I lift up her other leg and she wraps them around my waist, taking me in completely.
My face buried in her neck, I growl her name. "Rich.. Ahhh… so… deep! Gonna… cum..” She’s a shaking mess. The second orgasm hits her and her walls are squeezing my cock and I pull out to turn her around. One hand squeezing her tits and the other still rubbing her sensitive clit with my fingers, I push in again, going even deeper than before.
The sound of skin slapping against skin, mixed with our panting and moaning fills the room.
“Lily… ’m gonna cum…” I growl against her shoulders and my pace quickens and with every thrust into her tight pussy, my cock throbs even more.
“Cum…with me, sugar….” Softly biting her skin, I muffle my groans while Lily rears up, trembling and screaming my name.
Unloading all of my cum into her, we sink down to the floor, huffing and shaking. I wrap my arms around her and brush her hair aside to kiss her neck, but she flinches at the touch.
“I´m sorry, Lily, I didn’t wan-” “You didn’t, Rich…. it’s just…” My head rests against her shoulder and my fingers intertwine with hers in front of her chest. “It’s alright. We agreed that you don’t have to tell anything.”
Taking a deep breath she just starts telling. “A.. Andy did… He never was…soft and nice after we had… He… He always hit me…saying that I wasn’t good enough that night… Or… or that he should’ve just bought a.. A girl… They could make him feel better than I could.” Her voice is still a bit shaky but firm.
Her head turns around a bit and I can sense a smile on her face.
“I was surprised to be treated like a loved person after having sex and not… well…"
I pull her closer, causing her body to shift and she squeezes my dick with her pussy.
"Hm-hm, I love you Lily, that’s why I treat you as my most beloved treasure in the world. Let’s shower and then head to bed, sugar.” I whisper into her hair and she nods weakly. “Are you alright?” Furrowing my brows, I look at the back of her head.
“Babe, you just made me cum hard three times… I’m a bit exhausted…”
A soft moan elicits her when I get hard again, still inside her tight pussy and stretching her.
“God Lily… ’m sorry,” I mumble. As an answer to me, she starts rocking her hips slowly. Groaning, I free one of my hands to slide it down her stomach until my fingers find her soaking wet cunt. Playing around her sensitive nub I also start moving my hips.
I place some more hickeys on her neck until I can’t hold back and position myself leaning against the wall and turning her around to face me. She slides down my cock again and her back arches when a sudden orgasm hit her as I suck and bite on her nipple. Her walls are clenching around my shaft and I slower my movement, to last a bit longer.
“Ohh yes Rich!” She moans and a smirk appears on my lips. I really am the luckiest man right now. Lily bounces up and down on me while I devour her breasts. I can feel the next orgasm building up in her and add some fingers to my cock inside her.
“Yes daddy fill me up please!” Those words send me over the edge. I can’t hold back and thrust deep inside her again, releasing hot and creamy cum.
“Holy fuck… Lily. That…that was.. amazing… I love you!” Both of us are breathing heavily and Lily’s forehead is resting against my chest. Thank god we are sitting next to the bathtub, so I can let in the hot water. I feel her smiling against my skin and raise an eyebrow.
“What are you thinking sugar?” She looks up and I can’t but smile too. She’s just fucking adorable and beautiful…especially with this blush on her cheeks. “I think about the fact that I love you…unconditionally! And that it´s …well the first time we…see each other naked.” I chuckle. Not the best idea to do when you’re still inside her, Rich! She moans quietly and I shift a bit to slide out of her.
I lean my head back against the wall and she starts drawing on my chest with her fingers. “Lily? This here… I mean US… is this really what you want?” “Yes Richard. Or else I wouldn’t be here, with you! Do you want me here?” Glancing down at her face, our eyes meet. “Of course I want you to be here with me sugar! Why do you think that I wouldn’t want you?” “Well… You were kinda…defensive and withdrawn… I thought you wouldn't…” I cup her face with my hands, kissing her and then looking into her wonderful eyes. “I wanted you since I saw you Lily. I just… I am old, at least twenty years older than you… I just were insecure… “
“Rich…I don’t care if there is an age gap. I love you for who you are! I love you for your smile, for your humor, for your whole personality and I love you because you said you love me even tho you know what I´ve been through or how messed up I am.” She kisses my lips softly. “And I love you because you make me feel like a human being.”
I pull her close to my chest, not only because I just want to hold her, but to hide that my eyes are tearing up. My wonderful and brave little flower…I can’t imagine all the terrible things she’s been through, what he did to her, to make her not feel human…
“I love you so much.” Staying like this for a minute to calm down a bit, I look over to the bathtub and clear my throat. “You can take a bath now, sugar. Let me..” I steady her body while we get up. Wow…her legs are still shaky. Since when am I….nevermind.
I help her to get in the tub and then get in myself, settling down behind her, scrubbing and massaging her shoulders.
Summary: Some months later, Richard and Lily haven’t written lately and he tries to figure out what happened, just to learn that she went back to her ex. Can he get her back? How are Misha and the reader involved? What is it about the rings?
Pairing: Misha x Reader, Lily x Richard
Note for the character Lily: Lily is the readers best friend. Read the Prequel to find out more about how they met and how their friendship happened.
Word Count: 3616
Warnings: language (swearwords and stuff), mentioned abusive relationship, violence, fluff
Notes:
NORMAL text = Third Person View on Reader
BOLD text = Misha´s POV
ITALIC text = Richard´s POV
This one is just a little gift for my spn-bestie @mishacollinswife.
In this series, Richard and Misha are singles at the beginning.So none of them both is cheating or anything.
If you don’t like it, just don´t read it. If you DO like it, then I would appreciate if you leave feedback <3
She’s not picking up… I wonder if she’s busy. Looking down on my phone, I sigh. I’ve called her the twentieth time, something is not right. I think for a moment and then I type in another number. It rings two times.
“Richard? What’s wrong?” “Hey (Y/N).” I say, unsure what to say. “Uhm… Do you know if Lily is at work today or something?” Taking a deep breath and holding it, I wait.
“I haven’t talked to her in like… a week or so, sorry Rich. Did you try to call her?” “Hm-Hm, twenty times, only today… Could you do me a favor and check on her? Last time we talked she sounded… different,” I say and she agrees. “Thanks. Just call me or something, okay?”
After hanging up, I stare at the phone in my hand. Why are you not picking up your phone sugar?… What happened?…
Around an hour later, I get a text message.
‘It´s bad Richard.’
It takes less than an hour to pack some stuff and call Misha to organize a flight. She needs me.
‘Any details please?’
We have to wait around two hours to board the flight. The whole time, I´m just sitting there, tapping my foot on the floor and stare on my phone again.
“Rich, cal-” “Dont tell me to calm down Collins!” I growl when my phone vibrates.
‘Andy. Lily´s back together with him. She looks bad.’
“FUCK!” Growling I throw my phone into my bag. I run my hands through my face and hair and drop back to my chair. “Fuck…”
“Rich.. There has to be an explanation. We´ll figure out-” “Just shut up, please.” “Rich-” “No, Misha. She told me she loves me, she even agreed to move in with me!”
An announcement for our flight halls through the airport and we get into our plane.
Some hours later, I didn’t pay attention, we land. (Y/N)´s waiting for us at the airport.
“Do you want to stay at my place or-” “Where does he live?” “Rich, maybe you should wait until tomorrow?” Is she crazy? We know what he did to her and she asks me to WAIT? “(Y/N), I want to talk to her, nothing more.” She sighs and agrees to stop at his address.
Standing in front of the apartment door, I hesitate. What if she didn’t love me? What if…
“Why does this fucker keep calling you, huh? You’re MINE.” I hear his voice and a strange noise. I knock and his yelling stops. “Go, open the door and tell them to fuck off.”
Slowly, the door opens just a split, but it’s enough to see Lily’s face. This asshole… The little part of her face I can see is bruised, a little cut on her lip seems fresh.
“Lily…” “Richard, plea…please leave.” She whispers, her voice filled with fear and her eyes focused on mine. Those beautiful green eyes, teary and with dark circles underneath. “Lily, let m-” She shakes her head and closes the door, leaving me standing there, my fists clenched and my heart breaking. No I won’t leave her! Waving at Misha who stands next to the car, signing him to come closer, I hammer my fists against the door.
Lily opens again, this time Andy is standing behind her. “Fuck off, she doesn’t want you!” He growls but I ignore him, just looking at Lily. She shakes her head and freezes when he grabs her by her shoulder. “Lily, are you here because you want to? Do you love him?” I ask, looking into her pleading eyes. “I… Please…” She mumbles and his grip tightens, squeezing her shoulder. “Lea..Leave Richard.” Her whispering voice tears my heart apart. “No, Lily. I won´t leave, not until I made sure that this asshole can’t hurt you again.” I cup her cheek, very careful to not to hurt her. “Lily, I love you. I just want to know that you are safe.” Andy grabs her wrist and drags her away from the door, letting her wince. “She’s safe and now leave, or you´ll have to be carried away!”
“Rich, come on. Don’t let him provoke you!” Misha says and places his hand on my shoulder. “Come on.” I let him drag me away, but after just a few steps, I turn around and put my foot into the door to prevent it from being closed. “Rich!” Misha signs (Y/N) to call the police, just in case something happens, and then he follows me back to the door.
“Hey, Andy. Does anyone know that you hit your ‘girlfriend’?” I shout, trying to make him come out and assault me, while Misha tries to get Lily out there.
And Andy does come out and my heart falls to the bottom of my feet. He’s pointing a gun at me. It’s the first time I am actually praying. And then I hear a gunshot. “RICH!” It´s Lily´s voice. I prepare for the pain, but… there is none. A quiet whump in front of me lets me open my eyes again, expecting the worst, only to see Andy lying there, he’s dead. “Rich!” Lily calls my name again and I run over to her, wrapping my arms around her and holding her close.
“Lily.. I was fucking scared when… What happened..I mean-” She cuts me off by kissing me. “Richard? The cops want to talk to her.” Misha says but I refuse to let go of her. “Rich, it’s okay. I have to talk to them, but I´ll go with you wherever you want when I am finished, okay?” Lily whispers and looks in my eyes. I nod and she walks over to the cops to answer their questions.
“What now, Rich?” Misha asks, looking at Lily and then at (Y/N). “I don’t know, at first I need to know if she’s alright. And then we can…” I sigh, my eyes always fixed on Lily.
After a while, she turns around, hurries to come back to me and hugs me. Carefully I lift her head with my hand, looking at her beautiful face. It’s covered with bruises, the little cut in her lip is bleeding again. “How are you, Lily?” My voice actually is a bit shaky, but she smiles reassuringly. “Now I am fine. Thank you Richard.” She places a soft kiss on my lips and then leans her head against my chest.
(Y/N) takes us to her place. We left Lily’s stuff back there, she didn’t want anything but her purse and her guitar. Wearing some of (Y/N)´s clothes, she’s sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of tea and leaned against my shoulder. (Y/N) is sitting on Misha´s lap and ruffles his hair.
“So.. what’s the plan now Lily? You can’t go back into your flat, he sold it. I could let you stay here for a while, if you want to.” I shake my head. “I might have an Idea.” All three of them look at me. “What about you move in at my place Lily? Just like we planned before… well before him.” I mumble. Lily stays silent for some minutes, probably thinking about my offer.
“You could do the same, (Y/N). My house is way too big for just me living there, you know.” Wrapping his arms around (Y/N), Misha smiles and kisses her when she nods yes.
“Well, if you really want me to move in Rich… I would love to. But I need to find a jo-” “Already taken care of. Only if you agree to that of course, but we can discuss it later…You really want to move in?” I can feel my heart pounding in my chest like crazy. She nods and I kiss the top of her head again.
Another five months later, everything is settled and Lily officially moved in at my place, unofficially, she moved in the day we arrived here.
“Richie? Have you seen my phone?” She’s been looking for her phone for almost ten minutes now. “It’s here, sugar!” I say while drinking my coffee and scrolling through Twitter.
Ping! Huh, a message from Misha.
‘You think she likes this ring?’ There is a photo attached to it, showing a delicate silver ring with a dark blue sapphire on top.
‘She´ll love it. What about mine?’ And I send him a photo of the ring I got for Lily yesterday. It’s a simple golden ring, half a heart engraved on it and an ember in the middle. The one for me also is a simple golden ring, the other half of the heart engraved and an emerald in it.
“Rich, I can’t find it!” I hear her voice echoing through the house and can’t but smile. The first days after she moved in here were, well considering what she went through, real bad.
She didn’t want to be a burden to me, so she tried to help me doing chores and wanted to start a new job instantly. I really had to convince her that she needs some rest and that she never could be a burden for me. Every time someone made a quick move around her, she flinched and looked like a scared Bambi.
It was hell to see her like that. Slowly her bruises were healing and she became happier, day after day.
I love her deeply and I can’t imagine life without her, so I want to ask her tonight.
“Rich! I need my damn phone! Did you… what?” She stops in track and looks at me, her eyebrows raised. I was staring at her again. Clearing my throat, I point at her phone laying on our kitchen counter.
“You put it here when you woke up and made coffee. Sugar, you okay?” She gives me her usual, and utterly adorable, ‘you kiddin me?’ look and I chuckle. “I am about to act a kissing scene and tomorrow a makeout scene for the first time in my life Rich. Of course I am NOT okay!” Her voice a bit higher than usual, she sighs. “Don’t worry sugar, you’re going to be great!” I get up when she gets her phone and together we leave to get on set.
“ACTION!” Jensen’s Voice halls through the set and it begins.
It’s the scene where I cower on Sam’s bed in the bunker, my mouth stitched close and my arms around my knees.
Lily and Misha, playing a female hunter and Castiel, come into the room, wanting to help Gabriel, who I am playing.
“Sam…What happened to your friend?” Lily asks, slowly stepping closer to me, carrying medical supplies.
The last scene we’re shooting today is the scene where Lily’s character confronts Chuck and he tells her about his feelings for her. And they have to kiss.
“Cut!” Jensen grins after shooting the last scene for today. “That was awesome guys! Let’s round up and get something to eat.” Everyone agrees and I take Lily´s hand in mine.
At the dinner, we chat and everyone agrees that Lily did awesome today, just like (Y/N) did. “I kinda envy Alex now.” Misha says, frowning. “Why does (Y/N) play the love interest for Jack? Couldn´t we just cancel the Destiel plans and make her Castiels love interest?” “Better than seeing your girlfriend fake making out with your series-dad!” I joke and see Robs face turn dark red. Lily hits my shoulder and laughs. “Well, I need to see if Rob could do me good, don’t I?” Lily is joking, I know it, but somehow… “Lily, I …you know.. I mean..” I stutter and look at her. “Don´t worry, Richie. You´re my number one!” She smirks and winks at me.
This time it’s my face that heats up and I look down at the floor.
Later, we leave the restaurant and head home.
“Rich, everything alright? You were quiet at the dinner.” Lily asks and looks at me, her face full of worry. “Uh, no… Everything alright, sugar. Maybe a bit tired.”
While Lily is in the shower, I sit on our shared bed, reading a book, trying not to think about this afternoon and the ‘make out’ scene of Lily and Rob. It was nothing much, but even if those were fake kisses, they made me jealous, I wanted to show everyone that she’s mine, that only I can make her…”Richie? What are you thinking about?” Lily’s voice startles me and I put away my book, looking at her.
Oh…raspberries…. Try to focus on her face Rich, just don´t look at anything else… just her face… Not like the one night… please don´t do it again…. You can´t…
“Richie?” Clearing my throat, I sit up a bit more and lean my back against the headboard. “What?” “You were staring… Don’t you like my sleepwear?” She asks and looks down at herself.
I let my gaze wander, look at her newest sleepwear. It’s a thin negligee, reaching just until beneath her lace panties. I swallow hard and shuffle on the bed. “You look beautiful sugar! Uhm.. do you… would you…uhm…come to bed?” Stuttering and with shaking hands, I lift the blanket for her to slip under and cuddle against me. Her head´s resting on my shoulder, the blanket only covering our legs, I stare up to the ceiling, trying to avoid looking down at her chest.
Her hand rests on my thigh and she kisses my neck. Again I have to swallow hard, feeling her touch, feeling her hand wander up to rest on my bare chest. “Richard?” “Hm?” I place a kiss on top of her head, trying to ignore the fantasies that are bubbling up in my head.
I pull up the blankets to cover us, especially her almost exposed breasts, and hastily wrap my arms around her. “It’s cold, we should…uhm just cuddle and try to sleep, shouldn’t we?” My voice has darkened a bit and sounds quite raspy.
“What´s wrong Rich? Did I do something wrong?” I shake my head, still trying not to think about her breasts pressed against my skin, my hands slapping- “Nope, all good, sugar.” I clear my throat as she snuggles close against me, her leg laying on mine, brushing against my- “Uh, excuse me, I need.. uh I have to get… Uh…” Mumbling, I crawl out of the bed and leave to get a glass water.
Come on Rich! You love her. It’s not bad that you can't… I try to breathe, slowly breathing in and out. You can do it. Just go back to bed and show her… make her… uhm.. Just go to bed!
Entering the bedroom again, I close the door and walk over to the bed, my eyes locked on her. Lily´s still sitting there, leaning against the headboard, the blanket slipped down and exposed her beautiful body once again.
I crawl under the blankets, pull them up again and lay my arm around her shoulder. When I look down, I see that one of her sleeves slipped down her arm along with a lot of the fabric, uncovering her breast. She cuddles against me, her chest pressed against my body, her hand again resting on my thigh.
I feel my body tense up, feel the heat running through my veins. My brain again conjures images of her body, kneeling in front of me, my hand on her back, a rosy mark on her butt, fitting the shape of my hand. No! I swallow hard, trying to suppress those pictures, those fantasies.
She sighs and somehow I hope that she’s given up to seduce me, but apparently… I was wrong. Her whole attire today, everything she did and now this outfit… It seems as if she WANT to get me to sleep with her…. I already want to pull her close and lay down to sleep, but she straddles my hips and I can’t move.
“Lily, I ..” I can only stutter when she places her hands on my chest and leans down to kiss me. Her hips are moving slowly while she kisses me.
A tie around her wrists, an eyefold and a gag… My hands slapping her breasts and her ass… Seeing her face looking up to me while she's… blinking my eyes fast, I look up into her face, pushing away my fantasies again. My hands fisting the bedsheets next to me, I feel her grinding on my dick but I just can't…
I stare at her breasts, one of them completely uncovered, when her hands are wandering around on my skin, caressing and stroking every inch of my body… Almost every inch.
“Lily, what… What are you doing?” I huff out. “Richard, I want you… I thought you would like… Don’t you want… Too?"
I spread my arms for her to lean in. "Sugar, I…” I mumble, looking down at her body and stay silent.
“Okay… Good… G'night then, Richie.” she whispers and lays down, her back facing towards me. I lay down too, pulling her close to cuddle. She pulls the blanket up and falls asleep very fast.
Sighing deeply, I curse myself for being like this, for… Ugh… I Lay awake a long time, eventually falling asleep after some hours.
Waking up the next morning, I wake up to an empty bed.
“Lily?” I mumble, reaching out to the nightstand to grab my phone, I find a note.
'I went to work early. See you then. Love you. L.'
Great… She’s mad at me… I get up and get ready for work, meeting the others on set.
Jensen and Jared look at me and furrow their brows. Alex just greets me with a very grumpy “Mornin’.” Walking to the make up compartment, I freeze when I hear voices.
“He didn’t want me. I wore a damn negligee! What did I-” Fuck. She saw me. Walking by me, she kissed me and gave me a slightly off smile. “Morning Richie.” She mumbled and left to practice her lines with (Y/N) and Misha.
“Damn, Rich! You messed up, you know that?” Rob says and pats my shoulder. “Hmmm, 'know,” mumbling, I look down at my feet.
“What happened? Didn’t you tell me she was the one you love, you want to marry and make a lot cute little babies with?” I nod. “Yes. And I do love her!” “And when she literally sat on your dick, you didn’t do her?"
Silence… I avoid looking at him, blushing. "You do realize that you need to have sex in order to make babies?” I nod. “And why did you reject her then last night? I mean, if she had done that for me, I would ha-” “I couldn’t get hard!” It’s said. He stares at me, his mouth dropped open.
“You… WHAT?” Looking down, I run my fingers through my hair.
“I couldn’t get hard… It’s.. I just..” Fuck!
Here I stand, trying to find words to tell my best friend that I can’t get hard for my girlfriend, the woman I want to marry, just because I… Because I… Hell, I can’t even admit it to myself!
“Just what Rich? You don’t love her? You don’t think she’s attractive?” I shake my head.
“Guys! We need you on set, NOW!"
The next hours are hell. She’s ignoring me and I can’t blame her. And then it’s time for the one particular scene to shoot. A makeout scene for Chuck and the character that Lily plays.
Jensen and I are directing together and after we yell “Action!” Rob and Lily are awesome.
Rob slowly pushes her against the wall behind her, and he seems like he’s whispering to her all the time, not loud enough to get caught by the microphones. His hands caress her whole body, leaving out the very private parts, then he lays a hand on her mouth, Lily’s eyes go wide as Robs body presses her against the wall. I already want to yell cut, but Jensen holds me back.
“Don’t be scared, my beloved.” Rob whispers and when his hand wanders down to her throat and they move in rhythm, I tense up.
I want to drag him away from her, want to be the one to press her against the wall. I want to be the one whose name she whispers while I have her trembling around me.
“Chuck… please I..” Lily whispers and Rob turns her around, kissing her, his hands under her butt, picking her up and Lily wrapping her legs around his waist.
My pants suddenly feel a bit tighter and I swallow hard. Rob fists her hair and pulls her head back while Lily moans his name… As fast but silent as I can, I get up from my chair and leave the scene. I have to calm down… I have to…
“Richard?” It´s Misha. Crap. “Shouldn’t you be directing this scene with Lily and Rob?” I try to cover my crotch with my jacket. “Uhm, yes, but I just wanted to.. Uhm…” Misha raises an eyebrow and looks down at my hands, clinging on to the fabric of my jacket. “Why are you-” “Rich!” Great… Rob. Misha shrugs and leaves when Rob approaches me. “What?!” I turn around and look at him, a wide grin plastered on his face. “Lily was awesome!” “‘Course she was.” I mumble, shifting uncomfortable when I again feel electricity run through my veins and I have the urge to punch him. “What´s wrong Rich?” He asks, looking down at my hands. “You don’t have a…, you know …a … bo..boner, right?” I swallow hard and he stares at my face. “Dude!”
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.
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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.
Other tags: wincest, incest, masturbation, master/slave dynamics, submissive Dean, mentions of knotting, mentions of underage sex, public sex
Summary: Monsters have taken over and established a slave trade. Dean is caught during a hunt and sold at auction. Sam is able to procure ownership of his brother, but now the two of them must navigate this new dynamic.
Written for SPN Dystopia Bang and fills master/slave square for @spnkinkbingo
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.
Warnings: angst. Seriously…like–way too much angst.
Summary: in one of the most heartbreaking moments of Dean’s life, he and Team Free Will say their goodbyes. (Dean’s POV)
She’s so beautiful. The way the light shines on her face makes me have to catch my breath every time. I look at her and it’s like staring into the sun, though I can never look away.
She does this thing when she’s thinking, she’ll just nibble on her lip without even noticing she’s doing it. Her skin smells like gentle lavender like the flowers just bloom under her skin. And her eyes–oh, those eyes take me somewhere far away with every glance.
On the horizon, I can see the sun beginning to set. The water is practically still, though the breeze still blows softly through her hair. She’s a force of nature all on her own.
As I study her with tears in my eyes, I watch the final colors left in the sky make her skin glow. Never have I longed for someone the way I do her, and I know that I never will again.
I’m considering creating a website that is solely devoted to my SPN series rewrite “Wayward Hearts”. I think it might be fun to have it available almost as a book, to post art I’ve made, fan art I’ve gotten (which still blows my mind), share my writing process, and make it an all around experience for those who want to dive back into the Supernatural world.
Welcome to my series rewrite masterlist! I hope you enjoy and find yourself wanting to join the hunt with me and share our heroes’ journey together.
“Wayward Hearts”
Summary: As Sam and Dean begin the search for their father, a chance encounter with another hunter will change the roads ahead. Riley Munroe is a hunter, raised by her father after her mother tragically died when she was only six months old. Brought together by loss, grief, and the family business, Sam, Dean, and Riley join forces. They’ll find that their stories are intertwined and lean on each other as they search for answers and to avenge those they’ve lost. They’ll face evil, darkness, and hell itself…as a family.
Getting back to the family business over the next couple weeks. With all the fandom drama going on and no more SPN to feed our hunger for more…I hope this series rewrite helps fill the void.
Stay tuned and keep a look out for new chapters coming soon :)
But, I’m having surgery next week and will be on bedrest for 2-3 weeks. So…I’m thinking that might be a good time to get back into writing the SPN series rewrite “Wayward Hearts”.
I think about this series all the time and I’m constantly missing being a part of the story of Sam, Dean, and Riley. My life has been so chaotic (in mostly good ways) that I just haven’t had the time or energy to work on it. But, with no work, the kiddo out of town, and time off school…I think it’s as good a time as any to bring back our heroes. We still have at least a season and a half to go!
I will have more information for you over the coming two weeks. I’m eager to get back into this rewrite and to get back on the road with you all.
I love you, my friends and I hope you are all well and safe. Keep a look out for updates on our series :) (yes–it’s ours)
Check out the SPN series rewrite “Wayward Hearts”<—and get all caught up before we continue the hunt.
Dean flashed you a cheesy grin. “You did good out there tonight. Proud of you.” His cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, but he still seemed mostly sober.
He was checking out the group of women up at the front of the bar, who wore more revealing clothing than you dared.
You envied their confidence. Sometimes you wished you had the grit to do that stuff.
Dean didn’t fake reluctance to leave you or Sam. He knew what he wanted, and he knew how to get it. When he finished his drink, he made his move, leaving the table, and you and Sam with it.
The younger Winchester smiled at you awkwardly. You could tell he wanted to leave as well—he and some girl at the bar had been making googly eyes at each other since he walked in—but was conflicted on leaving you.
“Sam,” you said impatiently. “That girl has been giving you the eyes since we walked in. And don’t think I don’t see you sending them back. If you don’t get up now, I’ll push you over there.”
You were glad that women weren’t assuming you and Sam—or Dean—were together; it made everything much less complicated. Both of the Winchesters were way out of your league. You were more likely the sister they never had.
He was a little surprised, and a little amused by your attitude. “Oh, really?”
“Don’t test me,” you joked.
He laughed, collecting his jacket and walking away.
Your deluding smile fell from your face once you were alone. Bars were usually their choice of festivity, but they mostly just made you uncomfortable.
You were now alone, as both of the boys hit on some chicks and snuck off to get laid. You were used to it. It wasn’t your ideal celebration, but if it made them happy, you’d bear it. You supposed they just assumed your interests matched theirs. Even if all you wanted to do was go home and sleep.
Anyway, the faster the Winchesters both left with broads, the faster you could leave. It was just that simple.
You sipped your whiskey that Dean had paid for. It was strong, and hard to swallow, but in small portions it was tolerable. You appreciated the gift, even if it wasn’t your preferred drink. Dean had a big heart, and you wouldn’t ruin your sweet moments with him because you were feeling picky.
You let your mind wander to a darker place.
You were still coming to terms with hunter life. And from what you’ve gathered, it was cruel, unfair, and thankless.
The Winchesters didn’t sugarcoat it, either. Everything that society looked down upon—the suspiciously cult-ish tattoos, borderline or over-the-line alcoholism (a line you were uncertain where Dean fell), and cheap clothing with leather jackets—was a signature of a hunter’s life. Not to mention the trigger-happy hands, suspicious glares, and their off-putting, dark looks.
It opened your eyes.
That “gothic” girl you saw in your neighborhood? That might have looked like a satanic tattoo, but it was actually an anti-possession tattoo that she got because she was terrified of the demons that wanted to kill her. And those knives in her pocket and backpack? That was for her safety, and probably yours, too.
Or that shady alcoholic up the street? Werewolves brutally murdered his friends, and he has to live with the survivor’s guilt. He drinks while obsessively researching how to hunt them down. Though he’ll likely die of a failing liver before ever taking on the pack.
The point was…
Looks weren’t always transparent.
And, well, you were everything hunters weren’t.
Your pain tolerance was pathetic, for one. Tattoos? Big nope. You hated all things needles, and despite tattoos looking cool, you liked to avoid pain, thanks.
Second, your wardrobe. As if that wasn’t blatantly obvious.
And, last, you were a hopeless lightweight. A few shots and you were tipsy. Dean thought it was hilarious.
Still, you drank your whiskey, feeling guilty that you hated it.
You were tired. It was dark out, and you could already feel the whiskey in your system. You just wanted to go home.
So the last thing you expected that night was for a guy to hit on you. You, feeling unlike yourself—and very drunk—warily flirted back.
He was charming. Thing was, with your buzzing vision, all you noticed were his eyes and handsome smile. You didn’t notice the more important things, like, say… the roofies dissolving in your drink.
Too bad you hadn’t—because you wouldn’t have let him breathe down your neck like he had been… or breathe at all, for that matter.
Your words slurred, and you leaned into him when he stood. “Hey, hey, h-hey, mister. Wheeere ya’ goin’ off to?”
You were smashed.
You didn’t feel too hot, either. You were practically dangling off his shoulders as he helped you from your chair, and your stomach churned. “I don’ feel so guud…” you slurred, keeling over to vomit on the pavement. Huh. You were outside?
You made out two shapes that looked dubiously like him. Albeit one may have very well been a trash can. “Yeeuur kindouf prr…retty.”
He snickered, though you weren’t sure what was so funny. “Just let it sink in,” he said. “It’s okay, babe.”
What was he talking about? You frowned, troubled. “Doe… don'ttt… calmeh that.”
There was only a muddy sense of direction. You fizzled in and out of consciousness, and your memory escaped you.
You were completely at this man’s mercy.
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You woke up feeling like hell. The lights… the sounds…it was all too loud.
Your head felt like a crushed soda can. You turned—inch by inch—trying to get a view of the entire room, tied up—which, yeah, was a big red flag—and leaned awkwardly against the wall. When you finally saw behind you, you met the eyes of multiple other women in your same predicament.
The previous evening was a haze. Your mind was still catching up with the present, much less the past.
Something in the shadows of the room moved, and you watched as two figures loomed over an unconscious woman covered in dark, bloody bites around her neck and chest.
“Vamps,” you spat. But it came more like “vamffptss” through your gag with a few lisp-y expletives.
They spun around, smiling to themselves. A vampire crouched down to your level, taunting you, “Ah, so there is more to her than a pretty face! Who would have known? Are you a hunter, babe?”
A memory clicked as he said that. You might say it rang a bell—an alarm bell, anyway—but you couldn’t place it. His voice was bouncing around in your head and it was hard to focus.
“Sssgrew you.”
He stood, gave you a smirk, and drove his foot into your abdomen. Hard.
“Wow. I mean, you were a little feisty at the bar, but I never would have envisioned you’d have so much kick.” He winked at you, then turned back to his goonies. “Alright. Ship ‘em. Mark the pretty ones. They’ll be worth more.”
You puffed, still recovering from the harsh blow, as a skinny redhead yanked you up by the ropes. He was watching you like one looks in a microwave at their meal.
You thrashed. It was a weak move, hardly knocking him back on his heels, but it was also a minor triumph.
Then said vampire punched your throat, and all smugness disappeared.
The lead vamp turned to see the commotion and erupted, “Are you kidding me? Christ—get the gag off her, will you?!” When the others looked at him in alarm and skepticism, he barked, “She’s no use to us dead! Do you want her suffocating?”
Carrot Top worked the gag from your aching jaw, and you just laid there, winded, like a dead dog.
The Lead Vamp grabbed the shirt collar of your redhead attacker. “Hey, maybe don’t punch 'em in the throat next time. They’re gonna squirm a little—it’s what they do. So ignore it.”
“Yessir’.”
“Good. And, hey, guys—bag the ugly ones. I got a client for them.”
You coughed, propping yourself up by the elbow. You were concerned. Am I ugly?
The redhead vamp kicked you down by your arm, hissing, “Not you. We got a special guy for you. Likes the fighters.”
You were so tired and weak and helpless. Couldn’t do anything but lay there. You could only watch as the other vamps manhandled poor, terrified women.
“Leeches,” you said, earning you a foot to the face.
“Do yourself a favor and shut up.”
It was hard to not comply. As your head lolled, you spat blood at his feet. You would not go down easy.
He hauled you up, and his punch cracked like a whip.
You stared at his bloody knuckles, feeling your own arms twitch. The ropes were loose. You wondered briefly if you could even run—
Another strike had your vision swimming with stars.
“Hey. I got a question—huff—” You said, taking the punches like a champ and distracting him. “Has anyone ever told you—uff—that you look like—guh—Strawberry Shortcake?”
The ropes worked off your wrists and when he swung, you ducked—or fell, more like—away from his swing. Breathless, you pulled yourself to your feet to run.
The adrenaline was really the only thing keeping you going. Thing was, adrenaline didn’t give you accuracy, it just gave you strength. And little that strength was.
And, woah, was the ground spinning. You gagged as you watched the hallway sway. You were not in any shape to run, but you sure as hell tried to. You stumbled down the hallway, your knees giving out multiple times before you couldn’t pick yourself up again.
The vamp’s yell echoed down the hallway. “You’re not a hunter anymore, little lamb! You’re the hunted!” It probably wouldn’t take much for him to follow the sound of your hummingbird heart.
That was enough encouragement to get anyone on their toes. Even someone who was shaking like a leaf.
Whatever roofie they’d given you, it was enhanced. Everything was so hot and bright and loud. You wished the world could just be quiet. Your heart was beating so loud you could feel it in your teeth.
You clambered to the exit, reaching for the doors to push them open.
Just then, a hand pitched you backward, pulling down on your shoulder. You yelled out, petrified.
“It’s me, it’s just me,” Dean whispered quickly, easing you through the door, around the corner, and to where Baby was parked.
Your heart was still jack hammering in your chest as he pulled you in for a hug. You were high as a kite on adrenaline.
“Been looking all over for you.” The pitch in his voice was more stressed than usual. You were like a little sister to him.
You leaned into his embrace. It was warm and solid and safe. And it was exactly what you needed to ground yourself.
“He drugged me,” you blurted. “He drugged me. I couldn’t—he just—”
He paled. “Did he touch you?” When you paused, his expression darkened. “I’ll rip his lungs out. I’ll kill every single one of them. I'll—”
“He didn’t touch me,” you interrupted. “Not like that.” You rested your forehead against his chest.
“Thank god.”
“But I think they would’ve.” You practically melted as he smoothed your hair down. “They’re human trafficking. Selling women as blood bags.”
Dean turned to Sam, who was leaned up against the Impala, and nodded at him. Sam took that as his cue to go ahead without Dean. “I got Sammy on it right now. You sure you’re alright?”
His arms around you were the only thing keeping you standing. “Just tired. And my head really hurts.” Gunshots went off behind you, and you flinched. Your ears were still sensitive.
“Sounds like nothing a little sleep can’t fix.” Dean patted your back and opened the back of the Impala.
You crawled in and fell asleep before Dean could even pull out of the parking lot.
You tried following your heart, once, as a senior in college with straight A’s, a bright future, a career so close you could almost touch it. You were so close to satisfaction. So close to that diploma.
And all at once, that dream ceased to be. And all you could think was my heart must be very very lost.
It all began on a cloudy Friday evening, you were just about to end your shift with the dogs. It was a tangled mess of leashes when you made it back to the animal shelter. Sweat and dog hair covered you, and after a good shower of puppy kisses, you finally untangled yourself from the mass of dogs and return them to their rightful cages.
You refused to meet their sad eyes. You made that mistake, once, and had spent half an hour reassuring each heartbroken dog that they were, indeed, a good boy.
“I’ll see you guys in the morning!” you promised with a wave and a jangle of your dog whistle, and after a reply of barks, you left the building at dusk.
The road was silent, the street lamps weren’t on yet, and the clouds had become heavier in the sky. You had read in the forecast it was going to rain, but hadn’t expected this.
The tightness in your chest only continued to build as you made it to the campus. The sun was just barely visible behind the storm clouds that had rolled in. The wind had become cool, and the wind had picked up, sending chills up and down your spine.
Perhaps it was just a combination of paranoia and reasonable worry for a woman walking alone at night to her college dorm, except your blood chilled the moment you unlocked your room and entered.
The hair on your arms and the back of your neck were on end. Your eyes adjusted to the dim light, and you realized that the window was open, and the harsh breeze was whipping past you.
You laughed it off, feeling silly. Though that night you slept with your cover tight against your chest, back against the wall, and your little silver paring knife under your pillow.
The next day, you experienced the same fear. Except, this time, it was sunny out.
What was triggering these feelings of dread? It was like you couldn’t focus anymore. Everything just felt… itchy. That was the only way you could describe it.
With each day that passed, the source of your terror was slowly revealing itself. Little, weird things that wouldn’t be so noticeable to an outsider, but as someone who valued cleanliness and order, it might as well have been an elephant in the room.
Things were never as you left them. On Sunday morning you couldn’t find your hairbrush. Monday evening, your bed was mysteriously unkempt, even though you’d recalled making it that morning. Tuesday, the caps of your perfume bottles were all off and littered on the floor of your bathroom. Someone had been in your dorm.
You didn’t have a roommate.
You called the police at midnight on Wednesday, and they showed up to your dorm to find you locked in the bathroom. They chalked it up to a wild imagination. You were three floors up, after all. Nobody was breaking in. You were just a stupid, homesick college student.
Right?
Pah, it wasn’t like you were a senior, or anything. Or that you’d ever even cried wolf in the last three years of living alone. But yeah, sure, call it paranoia.
Three weeks later, there was a knock on your front door.
It startled you enough to send you on your ass. You stared at the door from the floor, and it loomed over you like a bad dream.
Your stalker had been your shadow for almost a month at that point. A gaze that burned into the back of your skull, even when there was no one around. You wanted them to keep their distance.
You stood like a whisper, careful not to make any noise as you tiptoed to the peephole of your door. This was it. There would finally be a face to your terror. Someone you could blame.
A weird combination of disappointment and relief washed over you when you saw two FBI agents instead. Your fear of it being your stalker morphed into a fear of the justice system. Had they come to laugh at you just as the police had?
When they knocked a second time, you opened the door.
They showed you their badges and introduced themselves. “Mind if we come in?” Agent Young asked. He had longer, brown hair and kind eyes. You couldn’t hold a gaze with him worth your life.
Strangers in your home, even authorities, made your hackles raise. What the helllllll was all you could think as you welcomed them into your tiny dorm as your legs shook.
A million questions raced around your head at once.
“Could we ask you about the death of your professor? Mr.Cleveland?”
Your heart plummeted and all hope died within you. Oh. This was about that whole freak-show. “What about it?” you said. Your feet shifted.
“Well, it’s said that you were there at the time of his death. Is that true?” Agent Scott asked. He was more intimidating—more rough around the edges—but you supposed he was just professional.
“Um. Uh, yeah. It…” the agents were watching you with intrigue, and you looked to the carpet. “It was horrible.” And it was. It was bloody and scary, and all your fault because you had just stood there—watched as the professor died right in front of you.
Upon seeing your haunted look, Agent Scott spoke a little gentler. “Did you see what happened?”
“I—yeah… I saw it all. He—he had been helping me with something. An essay. I was flunking and he suggested a one on one.” That had only been a week ago. Your grades had suffered as you juggled your classes. When Mr.Cleveland died… you abandoned college altogether and let the dog whistle collect dust.
“I don’t know… he just…” started dying at your feet. You hadn’t even tried to pick up a phone. You just stood there, and you watched. Your breath picked up. “…he just—”
Agent Young’s voice was sympathetic. “He started coughing up blood?”
“Yeah. I didn’t—I didn’t know what to do. I kept thinking about…” the stalker, you thought. I couldn’t stop thinking about the stalker. “I froze and, a-and I just watched—”
“Easy, easy. It’s okay. We just need to know the details,” Agent Scott said.
You paused, then. Something didn’t add up. “Wait… why is the FBI interested in a guy that died of a lung disease?” When the agents exchanged glances, you squinted at them, your anxiety briefly replaced with confusion.
“We don’t think it was, erm, lung disease,” Agent Scott said. “We think he might have been…” He searched for the word a little too long for your liking. “…uh, poisoned.”
“Poisoned?” you yelped. “Who could have… oh god, that makes me a suspect, doesn’t it?”
“Unfortunately.”
Your stomach sank, and that anxiety returned. “You guys have to know I wouldn't—I would never—”
“If we thought it was you, you would be in custody,” Agent Scott informed you curtly.
Agent Young frowned at his partner as if to say not helping and then turned back to you. “We just want to know what you saw that day. Anything weird? Strange noises? Smells?” He narrowed his eyes. “Is there anyone you know who would want to kill Mr.Cleveland?”
This was your chance to tell them about your stalker. If there was anyone who could help you, it was the FBI.
Yet you clammed up. "No, not really,“ you blurted. "Nobody I can think of, honest. Not to be rude, but I have finals tomorrow. Could you… leave?”
Who were you kidding, your grades had dropped so low lately that even finals wouldn’t save you. But they didn’t know that.
…probably.
They offered you a trained smile that didn’t reach the eyes. “Of course. We’ll get out of your hair. If you think of anything else, here’s our card.” And with that they left the room.
The tightness in your chest did not ease.
///
That night, you had dreams of monsters and of evil people that could poison someone and smile. You dreamed of your stalker, and them laughing as you choked on your own blood.
You woke up in a cold sweat, eyes snapping open to the glow of an agape window. It was shut when you fell asleep, but it was open now, blowing in a breeze that chilled your blood.
Your dog whistle was gone.
It was a fear like no other. Your gut was screaming at you to launch for the phone. You did, automatically dialling the number on the business card that laid discarded on the other end of the room. You had memorized it after hours of staring at the numbers, debating whether or not to call them, then ultimately deciding not to with anxiety gnawing away at you.
They answered it on the second ring.
“Hello?” said a gruff voice. Agent Scott.
“I remembered something,” you blurted. “You-you said to call… if I thought of something…” You trailed off when you saw the clock. “Oh god, it’s three in the morning. Maybe this can… this can… this can wait…” It couldn’t wait.
“No, wait. What is it? Might be important if it’s got you up at three in the morning. Unless it’s just finals?”
You shook your head and then realized he couldn’t hear that. “Not finals. Someone’s been stalking me for the past week. I thought… maybe, I was paranoid. I was… constantly told that I was paranoid. But someone was in here while I was asleep. And might… might still be close.”
“Okay, you got a knife?”
“A knife?” You squeaked.
“Yeah. A knife. To defend yourself.”
“Oh. Right. Right, okay. Uh. Well, uh, I have a paring knife?”
“You have… a paring knife,” he repeated.
“Um, yeah? Is that okay? The dorms have rules against big knives. For safety reasons. It’s a silver p—”
“Silver? Okay, you know what? That’s fine. That’s good. Use that. Is it sharp?”
“Sharp enough, I hope.” You ran over to your cabinet, pulling out the knife and holding it to your chest. Your ragged breaths were loud in your ears. “Now what?”
“Well,” he said, and you could hear an engine starting in the background. “We should be there in a few minutes. Stay on the phone, you hear me?”
“I—should I have called 911? This has never happened to me—”
“You’re doing fine. Now, what made you so sure that someone had been in your room?”
“Well, the open window. I live up a few floors. There is no way they could have opened it unless—”
“Unless someone had been in your room. Alright. Just sit tight, okay? Don’t hang up.”
“O-okay.” The agents will be here soon. They will help me. You had the knife and phone held so close to your chest and tight in your fist that your knuckles were white.
I will not die.
Without warning, you choked. It was wet, coppery, and lukewarm on your tongue. You clawed at your neck for air. You fell to your knees. The phone clattered on the wooden floor’; it buzzed with muffled shouting, but you couldn’t pick it up, nor could you answer.
Just then, a massive shadow crawled in from your window, and it grunted like an animal. You barely had enough strength to look at him as trails of red spit hung from your face.
The man had claws. The man had claws. The man—the thing, had—for the love of God, inch long claws.
Down the hallway, there was a muffling of running feet. They would be too late. You realized then: you were probably going to die. You were no fair match.
You could feel the monster’s breath on your neck when the beast abruptly fell down like a sack of potatoes, howling and twisting.
Blindly, you stabbed it in the chest with all your strength, twisting the blade and then collapsing once again into a fit of retching.
The agents burst into the room.
But instead of moving to help you, they tore the room apart in search of something. You couldn’t help but sob in despair. Why weren’t they helping you?
But when Agent Scott whipped out a little bag from your drawer and lit it on fire, the choking miraculously ceased.
You melted into the floor to catch your breath again. For a minute everyone just breathed. You really appreciated the minor break.
Agent Young helped you up, closely inspecting your heavy, slightly bloody, zoned-out face, and decided you were okay.
You licked your lips, still not processing any part of the last hour. “What,” you said, “just happened.”
The agents exchanged looks.
You looked at them. Really looked at them. “You’re not FBI, are you?”
Agent Scott shrugged at his partner. “You gonna give her the talk, Sammy, or should I?”
///
“Were-witches,” you deadpanned. Monsters, hunters, hex bags, and were-witches.
“Yep,” Agent Scott—or Dean Winchester, you were now learning—said. “He probably got a whiff of you covered in dog hair or something. You’re lucky we got here in time. The pervert was, I kid you not, jellifying human hearts with dark magic. Like, alive. And then he’d make you regurgitate—” He caught the hard look from Agent Young—Sam—and shut up. “But, yeah. Were-witches.”
You frowned. “I can accept witches and werewolves, but… were-witches? For real?”
“Trust me, we didn’t know they existed either,” Sam informed you.
Dean laughed to himself. “Hey Sammy, should we call him a son of a witch or a son of a bi—” His smile faltered with both Sam and your glaring. “Get it? Witch jokes? Dog jokes? Sheesh, okay, you guys are seriously no fun.”
Sam sighed. “We should probably take the, um, dead werewitch, out of here.”
You followed his eyes to the heap of fur on your floor. Seeing your stalker dead was a major weight off your shoulders. It was such a relief that you felt high.
Sam was still talking. “—and you have finals?”
You sobered. “Right. Those.” Like you would do anything except bomb them.
Sam must have known the look. “You haven’t studied, have you? At all.”
Shaking your head, you slumped into the mattress. “Nope. This stalker thing screwed me up big time. There’s just no way.” You sighed. Sam’s dark look made you squint at him. “What?”
“I just, uh, know the feeling,” Sam said.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he said thoughtfully. “I got a free ride to law school before the hunting life took me away. I was already a hunter, I didn’t have a choice. But you still do. You can still have that life you want.” He tapped the card, still on the desk from his last visit. “Stay out of trouble and call us whenever. Especially if it’s three in the morning.”
Right then, you noticed the dog whistle was back, as if it had never left. Realization hit you like a brick to the head. “You did that! You blew the whistle.”
“Yeah, well, I knew it was a werewolf. So I took a gamble and… borrowed it. Guess I didn’t think you’d miss it—it was pretty dusty.”
“You stole my whistle!”
“Hey, no, I borrowed it—”
“You gave me a heart attack! I thought the werewitch had stolen it! That’s what set me off and made me call you—not the window!”
Dean cracked a smile. “Hey, it saved you, though, yeah? If I hadn’t taken it, who’s to say I could have saved your damsel ass?”
“Jerk.”
“Bitch,” Dean said automatically.
You blinked in surprise at the speed of his reply.
His eyes widened. “Sorry. That's… uh, Sam usually says that and I respond with…”
You laughed. Really laughed. You doubled over, struggling to breathe for the second time today, but this time it was welcome. The Winchesters inevitably joined in as you howled. You wiped away your tears of laughter, occasionally breaking into a smaller fit.
“You good?” Dean asked, grinning,
You sighed, the hysteria wearing off. “God, it wasn’t even that funny! You just caught me by surprise. Thanks, though. For saving me, and all.”
Dean smiled, patting you on the back. “No problem, kid.”
You settled into a comfortable silence. You were still trying to calm down as they watched you with looks of fondness.
“Are you going to be able to sleep?” Sam asked.
You knew what he meant: were you going to be able to sleep alone? And honestly, you had a feeling you would sleep like a baby tonight. However, you had no purpose staying here anymore. “Would I be stepping too far if I asked to come with you? Just for the night.”
Dean gets home sometime in the middle of the night. After a quick shower he slides in bed next to you, all warm skin and damp hair, naked. You’re awake - you have been since the Impala rumbled into the garage. But you feign sleep a little longer, reveling in the way his touch feathers along your skin, in the soft kisses laid from your shoulder to your neck.
“Honey, I’m home,” he whispers, his breath hot against the shell of your ear, his fingers skating over your peaked nipples. You sigh as he takes your earlobe between his teeth, the rush of hot-cold desire cutting through the last of your sleepiness. His teeth drag along your jawline as his hand travels lower, his palm sliding over the give of your stomach, fingertips creeping lower.
Title – The Men Who Hunted Her Pairings – DeanxY/N, Sam and Y/N friendship Word Count – 5,453 Warnings – Violence, non-con, cursing, being drugged SPNMixedBingo Square filled – Kidnapping
“Who’s calling you at this hour?” Sam questioned, looking up from his laptop. Dean picked up his phone and looked at the caller ID. He saw the name across the screen and rolled his eyes.
“Fucking Y/N,” he growled savagely. Sam instantly frowned.
When Dean and Y/N got together, Sam was nervous. It was like watching fire and gasoline join and when it was good, they were quite the pair to watch. They were an unbeatable force on the hunt or in the bar, and the unbridled passion they had for each other was unlike anything he’d ever seen.
But when they fought, it was just as bad. The hoarse shouting, the uncontrollable fury, sometimes even the thrown punches. There were things said that was downright unforgivable to many but for them, it was just who they were. They were as furious as they were passionate.
The last fight between Dean and Y/N was a vicious one. The screaming went on for hours. It got to the point where they didn’t even know what they were fighting about anymore. Sam didn’t know what they were fighting about anymore. And when Dean bluntly told her to get out, she left without saying a word. That was weeks ago. Sam and Y/N kept in touch behind Dean’s back, but Dean was miserable. He knew Dean regretted throwing Y/N out of the bunker, but his stubborn pride was in the way of asking her to come back.
The radio silence between Dean and Y/N had been hard on Sam, but at least Y/N was still speaking to him. Or was until four days ago. That’s when she went off the radar. If she was calling now and calling Dean, something was wrong. Before he could say so, Dean already had the phone to his ear.
“The fuck do you want?” he growled fiercely into the phone.
“Don’t hang up!” Y/N’s whispered voice begged as soon as he picked up the call. “Please, please, pleasedon’t hang up!”
“Y/N?” Dean asked, evident anger vanishing instantly. Her hushed begging suddenly confused him.
“Please,” she sobbed uncontrollably. “I know you’re mad at me, but please don’t hang up. Please. I don’t know what else to do. I don’t know who else to call. Please don’t hang up. Please.”
“Hey, hey, hey, calm down. Talk to me. What’s wrong? What’s going on?” Dean asked worriedly. Sam stood up and walked closer to his brother so he could hear the call. Something was most certainly wrong. “Baby, slow down, I can’t understand you.”
“… grabbed me from behind, I didn’t even see them…supposed to be hunting a ghoul…hit me in the head, knocked me unconscious,” Y/N got out between strangled sobs. Dean stood up and promptly went for his keys; Sam followed closely behind, grabbing his laptop along the way.
“Who has you? Who are they?” he demanded impatiently.
“I don’t know… I don’t… They keep drugging me…” Y/N said, trailing off.
“Baby, I need you to take a deep breath for me,” Dean said desperately. Y/N nodded despite Dean not being able to see her.
“I’m so tired,” she whispered fearfully, wearily leaning her head into the heel of her palm.
“Y/N, listen to me. Where are you?” Dean asked forcefully.
“I don’t know! I don’t know where I am!” she sobbed. “They had me in the trunk when they brought me here! I… I was able to… to fight… to hide… I knocked one of them out… I grabbed his cell phone, and I’m hiding, but they are looking for me… They…”
Y/N’s anxious voice was cut off when a loud banging was heard along with two or three male voices shouting furiously. Y/N covered her mouth to muffle the harsh sound of her breathing, making herself as small and as quiet as she could. She hugged the cell phone to her chest to hide the light as well. After a few minutes, the sound went away, and she pulled the phone back to her ear only to hear Dean shouting for her.
“De….” Y/N whispered. The profound relief Sam saw in Dean’s face when he heard Y/N’s whisper would be something he’d remember forever.
“How many are there?” Sam asked eagerly when Dean couldn’t speak.
“Five…. No, si…six. six of them,” Y/N whispered. Sam cursed under his breath.
“Well, that’s how they got her. No way she can take on six guys by herself. Y/N… Are you on a cell phone?” Sam asked while Dean gathered his raw emotions together.
“Ye… yeah. I stole it from one of them… I had to get to you… I had to get help…” Y/N said quietly. Sam nodded.
“Do you remember how to turn on the GPS?” Sam asked, flipping his laptop open.
“Ye…yeah,” she answered. Within minutes, Sam saw the blip show up on the screen.
“Perfect. We have it. Keep the phone with you, okay? We’re coming.”
“There you are!” an agitated voice bellowed behind her as she slipped out of the cracked window. Wide eyes looked back, and she dropped just as a gun went off above her head. Without wasting any time, Y/N took off running through the long grass and into the trees that surrounded what she now saw was a cabin inside the woods.
“Did you get her, Jackie?” a rough male voice frantically asked. A third male cursed as he saw her running in between trees.
“Bitch is in the woods. We got to stop her before someone finds her and she starts talking,” a younger male voice said. A sinister laugh echoed in the opening.
“Butch! Mikey! Marlo! Gear up! Looks like we’re going hunting…”
“Keep going straight, then at the third left, take it,” Sam said. His eyes kept bouncing between the map in his hands and the blip on the screen in front of him. They had been driving for roughly 45 minutes, and they were already out of Kansas and into Oklahoma. Dean was going 20 over the speed limit just to get to her as fast as possible.
“I never should have thrown her out,” he muttered fiercely under his breath, gently shaking his head. Sam dared an apprehensive glance up at his older brother, taking in the clenched jaw and the raw emotion he normally saw hidden from his eyes.
“You didn’t know this was going to happen, Dean,” Sam commented quietly. Dean’s hands tightened on the steering wheel.
“If anything happens to her, I will never forgive myself,” Dean growled furiously.
“We’re gonna find her, and we’re gonna destroy the assholes who took her,” Sam said, his voice so dangerous Dean had to glance at him.
“Damn straight.”
Y/N ran as fast as her bare feet would let her go on the floor of the woods. She ignored the torn skin and puncture wounds she was getting from the sticks and stones stepped on along the way. She used her arms to help launch herself over a dead tree that had fallen and continued running. Having not eaten in over a week, she had no idea where the energy was coming from, but she knew she couldn’t stop.
If she stopped, she’d inevitably die.
She heard an apparent gunshot in the distance and paused her running to look around at her surroundings. Nothing looked familiar; it was all trees and underbrush. Y/N nervously looked at the phone and was relieved to see it still had service. She couldn’t be that far from modern civilization if the mobile phone had service.
The faint sounds of someone shouting met her ears. She darted a look behind her in fear then started looking for something she could use as a weapon. Spotting a length of wood, she followed it with her eyes to see it was embedded into the carcass of a dead animal. Moving carefully, she slid over to it and pulled the old arrow out of the decaying corpse. Thankfully, the flinty tip was still sharp. Breaking the used arrow in half, she tossed the worthless half aside.
Then she climbed up the closest tree and hid.
“Splitting up was a bad idea, Jackie,” the rough voice of Marlo grunted out. He held the double-barrel loosely in his hands and frowned as he walked by the trampled ferns, kicking at them as he went.
“Oh, shut up, Marlo. If you can’t take down one bitch, then there’s something wrong with you,” Jack said, using his pistol as an extension of his arm to lift up some low-hanging branches out of his way. Jack bristled at the direct insult.
“It ain’t that and you know it! This ain’t just some bitch!” Marlo growled. “This a hunter! An’ she ain’t all drugged up like you been keepin’ her!”
“Whatever, man, she’s just like the rest of them. Just a toy we can dispose of when we’re done with her,” Jack said gleefully, looking back at Marlo with a lewd grin. When Jack turned back around to face front, Y/N dropped down on his plump shoulders and brutally stabbed the arrow into his throat.
Marlo shouted frantically in surprise as he watched blood spurt from the ragged wound in Jack’s throat, the two tumbling to the ground. Y/N snatched up Jack’s pistol and raised it, but Marlo was faster, shooting off a round from his shotgun.
Buckshot scattered and Y/N cried out as some of it embedded itself into her battered body. As Marlo racked another shot ready, Y/N fired off two shots of her own. The hoarse cries from the burly man in front of her echoed off the trees. Somehow, he was still standing. Shoving Jack’s now dead body away from her, she got herself in a better position and with wide eyes on the wounded man, she fired again. She hit her mark as Marlo’s body dropped hard onto the wooded ground.
Panting hard, Y/N remained frozen, listening anxiously for any sounds of the other men who were after her. Hearing nothing, she slowly stood up, a sore arm covering her chest. Little red spots started to show up across her dirty white shirt from the buckshot that caught her. She hissed as she moved, looking down at herself to see at least six spots where there was now embedded metal in her skin.
“Dammit,” she muttered savagely.
Moving gingerly over to where Marlo lay, she pulled the shotgun toward her and patted down his shallow pockets for more ammo. She was able to find six more shells. With shaking hands, she slid them into the pocket of her now torn and stained jeans before turning away. Making her way back to where Jack lay, she dug around in his pockets next. Nothing.
Y/N took a moment to swallow back the abject despair threatening to overwhelm her. She was aching all over, desperately tired, hungry, so very thirsty, and four of her captors were still in the woods looking for her. She pulled the phone out of her back pocket. Still had four bars of service, still transmitting the information. Shoving it back into her pocket, she stood uneasily from her crouched position and heaved a sigh.
“Where are you, Dean?”
“We’re close. Turn into this park,” Sam said, pointing to a side road on the left. Dean took the turn at speed, leaving tread marks on the road behind them. The brothers looked around carefully at the drive, noting the hunting lodge motif that seemed to engulf the area.
“They took her to a hunting ground, where no one would be bothered by the sounds of gunfire,” Dean growled impatiently. Sam opened the glove box and started digging through their fake IDs until he found their Ranger ones as Dean proceeded up to the security stop. Handing Dean his, Sam took control of the worsening situation to cover for Dean’s uncontrolled rage.
“Evening, boys. Can I help you?” the security officer politely asked. Sam lifted his ID, nudging Dean to do the same.
“Yes, Sir, we’re looking for a group of men who may be staying on your property who may be hunting outside the limits set for the active season. Tell me, have you seen any groups of say five or six men come in and rent out a private cabin?” Sam asked. The officer frowned slightly, turning to pull a clipboard off the side of the wall of his hut.
“Well, Ranger, now that you mention it… We did have a group of six guys coming up here in the middle of the night about four or five days ago. Thought it was odd they came in so late. A couple of them were acting kind of nervous, constantly looking over their shoulder and whatnot,” the officer said. Sam nodded and glanced stealthily at Dean, undoubtedly noticing his eyes narrowing.
“Yeah, those might be our guys. What cabin are they in? We’re going to pay them a surprise visit,” he asked. The officer flipped up the papers and read the paperwork in hand.
“Looks like they are staying at the Ravenwood Cabin. It’s the one that’s farthest back in the woods. Just follow the yellow trail all the way to the back, and then the black diamonds to get to the drive,” he said, promptly handing the boys a map. Sam took it and nodded.
“Thanks, Officer…” he started.
“Thoroughbred. Good luck in there, and be safe,” he said, punching a button to lift the gate. Dean forced himself to drive slowly through the gate but once he was out of sight of the security office, he picked up speed.
“Of course, they would pick the cabin farthest out,” Dean ground out through gritted teeth. Sam glanced at his laptop and saw the red dot had stopped moving. He compared it to where they were, then looked up and pointed eagerly.
“Keep going straight and keep your ears open.”
Y/N limped to a stop and leaned back against an overgrown tree, reached into her pocket, and pulled out the stolen cell phone. She was down to two bars of service. She prayed it was enough to send out a GPS signal to Sam. She stuffed the cell back into her pocket and looked down at her feet. They were torn up, bleeding heavily in some places. If those guys who took her had dogs, they would certainly be able to find her. She had to keep moving.
She desperately needed a break, though. Y/N was exhausted, and her last bit of energy was tapped. She could feel her battered body starting to shut down involuntarily. Y/N knew if she didn’t find a safe space to hide soon, she could be in real trouble.
Shoving away from the tree, she relentlessly pushed through the wooded area, desperately trying to find anything that looked familiar. Nothing but trees, brush, and branches surrounded her. She had walked for another fifteen minutes before she heard it. Freezing in place, she listened intently. Footsteps, and not in a cadence she recognized. With a terrified look behind her, she started to run frantically.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are…” she heard a maniacal voice shout. It only made her run faster and harder in the opposite direction. Glancing nervously behind her to see if she could spot the man chasing her, she stumbled awkwardly and as she tried to right herself – a strong hand lashed out and viciously grabbed her arm. She felt a sharp pain a second later in her neck.
“Gotcha,” a different male’s hateful voice said in her ear. Without rational thought, Y/N thrust the butt of the shotgun into the man’s face, shattering his nose. He cursed loudly, dropping her arm, and frantically grabbing his broken face with both hands. Y/N then spun on him and fired indiscriminately in his direction. She heard the man cry out as dark spots danced in front of her eyes. She fired again for good measure and heard a hoarse grunt before she turned uneasily and blindly started to stumble away, inadvertently dropping the shotgun in the process.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck fuck FUCK she thought anxiously. Okay, we’ve dealt with this already. Take deep slow breaths. Slow your heart down. Control your movements. We can handle this. We beat the drugs once; we can beat them again.
Only this time, she wasn’t as positive.
“Wait, did you hear that?” Sam asked impatiently. Dean slowed the Impala down and listened intently through the open windows. Pulling the car off to the side of the road, he shut the engine down. The brothers listened intently to the world around them, hearing the wind blowing through the leaves and the odd cricket when suddenly
BANG! BANGBANG!
Dean’s furious eyes narrowed.
“They’re hunting something out in those woods,” Sam said, critical eyes on the tree line. He leaned back, vainly trying to see what was there.
“What are the chances it’s her?” Dean asked stonily. Sam turned to look back at the laptop, shrugging.
“It’s possible. She’s in the woods somewhere,” he responded. “Her signal is moving slowly, but I can’t pinpoint an exact location in the woods here.”
“Then we’re going in,” Dean said impatiently, opening his car door. Sam slapped his laptop shut and shoved it under his seat before following suit. When he got to the trunk of the car, Dean already had it open and a shotgun pulled out. He reached in and grabbed his own sawed-off, shoving shells into his pockets. Dean grabbed his pistol and shoved it into the back of his jeans along with a throwing knife. Sam grabbed his own pistol, then reached over to grab one of their empty backpacks and shoved a canteen and the first aid kit inside it. Dean looked at his brother with a raised brow.
“We don’t know what shape she is in. We should be prepared,” Sam explained gently. Dean’s eyes narrowed as he studied his brother, then he reached over and grabbed the other empty backpack and did the same. Dean added a blanket to his pack, while Sam added extra ammunition and a flare gun to his.
BANG! BANGBANG! BANG!
Gunshots rang out again, causing the brothers to look at the woods sharply. Dean slammed the trunk to the impala hard and racked the first shot in the shotgun.
“Let’s go, Sammy,” Dean snapped viciously as he led the way in.
Y/N blinked rapidly, desperately trying to clear her vision as she forced herself to move. She tripped and stumbled awkwardly into a nearby tree, scraping the skin off her arm in the process. A whimper escaped her as she forcefully pushed off the tree and forced her legs to keep moving. She had to keep going, she had to keep moving. She refused to die out here in the woods; she had to get back to Dean.
She wiped a hand across her neck and felt a small trickle of blood. She knew they injected her with whatever illegal drug they had been doping her with. She wiped her hand on her jeans, then reached behind her to grab the stolen pistol from the back of her pants. She didn’t know how many bullets she had left in it, but it made her feel comfortable having it in her hand.
She pressed on then, shoving away from the tree and moving slower than before as she made her way into the woods.
I can’t… I CAN’T…she thought miserably. A strangled sob got stuck in her parched throat as she stopped moving and leaned against a tree. Her breathing started growing ragged, almost like she couldn’t get enough air. She started yanking at her shirt, vainly trying to pull it away from her neck.
“I can’t… I can’t breathe,” she whispered brokenly to no one in particular. She pushed off the tree she leaned wearily against and attempted to walk again. She stumbled awkwardly with every few steps she took. The blurred vision and the dizziness told her the drugs were almost at full effect. It wouldn’t be long before she blacked out completely.
She felt an unknown hand grab her shirt to stop her, and with quick maneuvers made on instinct, she had it off her exhausted body in moments. With the remaining energy she had, she thrust her hand upward and felt the heel of her hand connect roughly with the nose of the person behind her. The sickening crunch and following yowl of pain was music to her ears. Y/N fought through the blurry vision and dizziness to grab the man’s head and forcibly bring it down sharply to her uplifted knee. She cried out herself at the violent contact, her entire leg aching terribly from the hit, but the man was unconscious and wouldn’t be bothering her anymore.
Four down. Two left.
Dean held up a hand with a closed fist when he heard the shrill cry of pain. He recognized that sound anywhere. He and Sam locked eyes, and Dean moved his fingers toward the direction he heard the sound coming from. Sam nodded and turned toward it. Slowly and silently, the two hunters crept forward until a gunshot had them running.
The following scream had Dean seeing red.
Fiery pain tore savagely through Y/N’s abdomen, ripping an agonized scream from her burning throat. She staggered her steps, colliding into a tree before collapsing into the brittle leaves on the dirt floor of the forest.
“Y/N!!!!” She heard someone shout frantically. Pulling on all the strength she had left, she yelled back.
“I’m here!!” her hoarse voice cried out. Y/N put both hands on her stomach and pressed, feeling lightning hot pain race through her, riding her veins down to her leg. She felt something warm and sticky there. When she lifted a hand to see what it was, she was mildly surprised to see something red on her fingertips.
She dropped her hand back to the bleeding wound, a hoarse groan ripped from her as complete exhaustion finally took hold. Her stinging, blurry eyes slowly drifted shut, tears making tracks through the dirt and blood on her face.
“She’s over here!” a gruff voice close to her shouted frantically. She listened carefully for the footsteps to come closer to her, but instead, she heard another gunshot. Shouting. Angry voices and crashing foliage. Flesh hitting flesh and another gunshot.
Y/N tried to hang on but felt herself start to drift. Between the drugs and now the gunshot wound, her desperate grip on reality was slipping fast. She felt her head fell back and her mouth open, which was helpful. It made breathing a little easier.
“Y/N. Y/N can you hear me? Y/N!!” she scarcely heard someone say, gently grabbing her face. She tried opening her eyes, but they wouldn’t listen to her. Her harsh breathing started to come in painful little gasps.
“I’m here,” she desperately tried to whisper. Everything sounded so distant, so far away from where she was right then.
“Dean!!” the voice shouted, fear lacing the word. Sam, then, she thought wearily. Her arms were getting heavier, numb even. Even the unbearable pain was going away. She hoped this was just the drugs making her feel this way. She didn’t want to die.
“You’re not gonna die, Y/N. Just hang on. DEAN!!” Sam shouted. That’s nice, she thought distractedly. She heard the distant rustling then the pain was back, sharp and engulfing her. She gasped, her eyes flying open to stare right into the brilliant green of Dean’s frantic ones as he relentessly pushed on her stomach wound.
“C’mon baby, you gotta stay awake for me,” Dean said, his voice filled with anguish and fear. Over his shoulder, Sam was on his phone. No doubt he was calling for help. Y/N’s eyes drooped.
“De…. Dru…gg…ed…” she got out through a pant, then grimaced as a violent wave of pain ran through her body, causing her to shiver violently. Dean’s eyes instantly started looking over her face and neck, before spotting the pinprick on her neck that was bleeding slightly.
“Drugged? They drugged you?” he asked frantically, but she was already out. “Babe? Y/N!? Y/N!!”
Dean started to panic, pushing two fingers into her neck to find your pulse. He found your pulse beating too slowly, but at least it was beating. He had no clue what kind of drug they gave her. Sam hung up the phone and turned back to his big brother.
“We need to get her to the road. They can’t land life flight in the woods,” he said, looking down at Y/N.
“They drugged her, Sammy. See if any of them have any drugs or syringes on them. I’ll start taking her to the car,” Dean demanded, moving to pick Y/N up bridal style so he could carry her. Sam nodded and started going through the pockets of the men around them.
Minutes later, Sam ran up to him with a syringe in his hand. Together they got Y/N to the car, then made it to the main road just as Rescue was pulling up.
The first thing she was aware of was the beeping of the heart rate monitor. The second was the heavy warmth around her hand. She could tell it had been there a while, that she had been there a while, simply by the ache in her joints and muscles. What she wouldn’t give to just stretch and instantly feel everything pop and move back into place like they were naturally supposed to be.
Instead, she tried opening her very heavy eyelids to see where exactly she was.
The hospital room she was in was dimly lit, just a lamp in the corner on the lowest setting. It looked dark outside the window, so it was either really late or really early. When her tired eyes caught the sleeping man in the chair next to her, a contented smile played on her face.
Dean looked tired. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his clothes were rumpled. He was sleeping soundly on his folded arms, one eager hand wrapped around hers in a very tight grip. Suddenly, whatever they were arguing about before seemed so unimportant. She couldn’t even remember what it was about. All she really wanted more than anything right then was to see his gorgeous eyes and his charming smile.
Gently squeezing the hand he had a secure grip on, she tried to call his name with no success. Her throat was dry and scratchy, so any sound came out sounding broken and crackly. Thankfully, the door to her private room opened then and Sam walked in with a cup of coffee. When he realized she was awake, he smiled fondly at her with wet eyes.
“Hey, Y/N,” he said quietly, walking over to the opposite side of the hospital bed that Dean was resting on. He leaned down and gently kissed her on the top of the head, knowingly causing her to close her eyes and grin at him. “Welcome back.”
Sam then walked around the hospital bed to where Dean was and set his coffee down on one of the tables in the room. He put his hands on each one of Dean’s shoulders, squeezing slightly.
“Dean… Hey, I need you to wake up for me,” Sam said soothingly, rubbing his arms to gently wake him up. The older Winchester still woke with a jolt and a slight groan. Y/N watched him, eagerly waiting for him to look up at her.
“Look who’s awake, Dean,” Sam said softly. Dean immediately looked up at Y/N and his eager face broke into a relieved smile when he saw her pretty eyes looking back at him. He carefully moved from the chair to the side of her bed and gently pressed a chaste kiss to her mouth. Y/N pressed her hands to his face, needing to feel him, his skin on hers.
“Hey, baby,” Dean whispered tenderly. Y/N sniffled in response, carefully slipping her hands to his flannel shirt, and fisting it tightly. Sam had taken a step back, pouring some water into a cup with a straw for Y/N. He willingly handed it over to Dean who then took it and carefully held it out to Y/N. She took a few long sips of the water and attempted to clear her sore throat of the crude clogging it.
“Are they dead?” she asked, her pleasant voice sounding raw and painful. Dean nodded.
“Yeah, they’re all dead. You’re safe now,” Dean said, running his hand over her hair. “And I am so sorry…”
“No apologies,” Y/N mumbled, gently interrupting him. “You didn’t hang up the phone and got me away from them. That’s more than enough.” Dean shook his head, intentionally avoiding her eyes.
“If I never told you to leave, you would never have been in that position,” he said regretfully. Y/N couldn’t argue that one. Instead, she just took his hand and interlaced her fingers with his.
“Lesson one in learning how to fight correctly: don’t kick each other out of the bunker,” she whispered tenderly, a gentle smile playing on her lips. Dean simply shook his head, swallowing hard. Y/N carefully studied his face. “Hey,”
Dean looked up at her, taking in the cuts and bruises scattered across her face. The guilt in his heart weighed down heavily on him and she could see it in his eyes. She pulled his face back down to hers and eagerly pressed their lips together again.
“I don’t blame you, Winchester,” she whispered fiercely against his lips. “But if it makes you feel better, I forgive you.”
Sam watched from the far side of the hospital room as his big brother and Y/N took the time to thank whoever listens to them that she made it out of this horrible ordeal alive. The drugs that those men kept pumping her full of took three full days to get out of her system. Thankfully, there should be no lasting damage to her. The gunshot wound was superficial, but thanks to the drugs, bled a lot. She’ll have an ugly scar, but she’ll live to talk about it.
It was the rape kit they had to do on her that infuriated the brothers. The doctors inadvertently discovered the need for it when they were prepping her for surgery. It took everything Sam could do to control Dean and his relentless fury. He was on the receiving end of a few punches before he invariably got Dean in a hold that stopped the violent attacks.
“Listen to me. HEY! LISTEN to me!” Sam shouted furiously at his brother once Dean was pressed up against the wall with his arms pinned. “Stop. You’re going to get kicked out of the hospital if you keep this up. The guys who kidnapped her are to blame for this. Not you, not me, and not the medical staff, alright?”
Dean stormed out of the hospital with Sam and Y/N’s doctor watching with frowns on their faces.
“Is he going to be okay?” they asked Sam. He didn’t know how to answer that, so Sam just shrugged. He told the doctors to do what they had to do for Y/N and he’d sign whatever paperwork was needed. Sam ended up sitting with Y/N for almost two days before Dean made his way back. When he arrived, he looked like he hadn’t slept and reeked of smoke and gasoline.
“They won’t be able to hurt her again,” he said as he stared at Y/N from the foot of her bed. Sam simply shook his head and sent Dean to the hotel room he rented to get a hot shower and some sleep.
Sam knew this was going to be new nightmare material for both his brother and Y/N. Dean’s overwhelming guilt would be enough to inevitably create new scenarios in his head that wouldn’t be real. He’ll wake up screaming horribly in the middle of the night thinking he didn’t save Y/N in time. And since Y/N had the Winchester habit of not talking about things, she’d be reliving this in her dreams as well. All Sam could do is be prepared to help them as best he could from the sidelines and remind them how to avoid getting to this place again.
Which does, in fact, start with not kicking each other out of the bunker during a fight.
