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Pairing: nomad!steve rogers x female reader
Summary:Working alongside Steve meant following a lot of orders, however this didn’t mean you had the obligation of obeying these orders – Steve didn’t like this. This leads to a lot of unsaid words, emotions and thoughts between you two.
Warning:Angst, fluff, smut – mdom!steve rogers, slight fdom from y/n, teasing, seggual tension, ooc steve rogers, slight praise kink, use of the word slut, p in v (minors dni, you will be blocked).
“I told you not to leave your post. Why do you continue to go against everything I say?” Steve’s voice continued to bounce of the walls of the briefing room as he paced back and forth.
He had been ranting on about your latest mission, which you just got back from. Both of you were still in your attire from the mission.
“Wanda needed the reinforcement, if I stayed at my post – doing nothing, then the mission would’ve been compromised.” You stated calmly resting your hands on the table in front of you.
“That’s what you’re not understanding y/n, Wanda has powers, she could’ve taken care of herself. You on the other hand…” He stopped before he said something which would worsen the argument even more.
“What Steve? Why don’t you finish what you’re saying?” You folded your arms and looked at him with a raised brow.
He released a sigh and pinched his brow but winced when he remembered the deep cut on it. He didn’t mean for to insinuate anything.
“Look y/n, I just didn’t want anyone to get hurt.”
“And no one did, we managed fine.”
Steve’s eyes directed itself to yours and then to your side.
He knew.
He saw you wincing when Sam nudged your side as you made your way off the quinjet limping.
“Lift up your shirt for me.” He said walking towards where you were seated.
You stared at him challengingly, when he raised a brow, you gave in and did as he said.
His eyes were met with a gash which painted the left side of your torso in red. He bent down till he was at your level and gently traced his fingers along the gash. Goosebumps erupted at the feel of his fingers.
You watched as he clenched his jaw and looked up at you.
“This is why I give you orders.” He whispered.
You didn’t say anything, afraid at how he may react.
“We need to get you to the med bay.” He moved your chair forward and put his one hand under your legs whilst the other went to support your back.
“I can walk there just fine.” You said as he stood up with you in his arms.
“You were limping off the quinjet, there’s no way I’m letting you walk to the med bay.” He stated beginning to walk out of the briefing room.
By now everyone had been in their rooms cleaning up and having a rest, which made the compound more quiet than usual. Once at the med bay, he let the nurses tend to you. He waited there the entire time.
Dr. Helen had informed Steve that the gash at your side wasn’t anything to be worries about and would eventually turn into a bruise, but it’ll be okay in a few weeks. He declined Helen’s help to tend to the cut on his eyebrow, claiming he needed to ensure you were taken care of first.
“Alright, c’mon.” He said helping you off the bed and onto your feet.
“I can walk this time, Captain.” You insisted, pushing his hand away.
He took note of the use of ‘Captain’ – which to him let it be known that you were still angry.
“Steve.” He said and put his hand at the small of your back guiding you to your room.
The walk to your room was silent, he waited in your room as you showered.
When you got out of the bathroom, he diverted his eyes away from you as you changed by your closet. He tried his best to divert his mind away from the thought of your body, even though you two shared many moments together.
Once you were dressed, he turned to make his way to his room, but stopped at the call of his name.
“Yes?” He responded turning back to you.
“Come here.” You motioned your head to the couch in your room as you took out your first aid kit from your nightstand.
“You don’t have to-“
“Come here.” You repeated yourself, your voice sterner this time.
He made his way to the couch and sat down, resting his back against the back of the couch.
The couch was low enough so that he was at waist level for you, although his wound was on the opposite side of where you were. The slight movement of you bending over made you gasp in pain.
Steve’s hands made its way to your waist to sturdy you.
“I told you not to.”
You straddle him as you clean the cut, it wasn’t something out of the ordinary. There were many moments where you and Steve had been in the position you were in. However, this time it felt different to the both of you.
The cut was deep, but not deep enough to need stitches.
“It was stupid of you to not get this checked out when we were at the med bay.” You dabbed the cottonwool on his eyebrow a bit too hard, making him wince causing you to pull back and move your hips in the process.
Steve could feel you press against him, the movement of your hips made him start to grow hard.
“You were hurt” He stated gazing from your eyes to your lips.
You roll your eyes at his words and go back to cleaning his wound.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you with my words earlier.” He said letting his hands massage your waist up and down.
“I know.” You give him a small smile.
“I care about yo-, the team.”
Although his words were meant to be thoughtful, you couldn’t help but feel a sting that he changed his words at the last moment.
“You best be on your way then… to get some rest!” You went to move from straddling him, but his hands tightened at your waist pulling you back down into his lap.
“You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I do.” You gave him a tight-lipped smile.
Steve gently lifted you off him like it was nothing.
He got up from the couch and made his way to the door, you watched him from where you were, with the first aid kit still in hand.
“Good night y/n.” He said walking to your door.
“Good night.”
And with the closing of the door, he was gone.
The next day Steve hardly acknowledged you. At breakfast he sat the furthest away from you, when you went to talk to him, he dismissed you saying he was needed in a meeting with Tony.
He’d basically did everything he could to avoid you.
At night he would normally come to your room, talk for a little – which would result in him sometimes sleeping in your room, but that night he hadn’t come to your room.
After that, you didn’t try to interact with him.
This behaviour continued for the rest of the week.
Avoiding you at training, making excuses to not talk to you and keeping away from you entirely. Although that never stopped the two of you from looking at each other longingly. There was nothing but Steve’s own thoughts stopping him from talking to you.
The idea that he needed to stay away from you in order to keep his professional life and personal life from mixing had solidified in his mind.
You were causing him to feel things he had been trying to keep away from.
Being Captain America to him meant committing to helping his country to the best of his ability, and for that to happen he couldn’t be emotionally involved with you.
It was now Saturday morning, Steve had been sitting and pondering on these thoughts when you walked into the livingroom where he, Natasha and Bucky were sat.
“Any plans for this weekend y/n?” Natasha asked as you walked into the room.
Your eyes met Steve’s briefly before looking to Natasha’s.
“I’m having dinner tonight with someone.” You said only intending for her to hear, although thanks to Steve’s super hearing, he heard it too.
“Is that so? And whom might the lucky gentlemen be?” Natasha said happy at the news.
“Someone I met this week through training.” You answered sitting down on the couch next to her.
Steve looked in your direction at the mention of that. He usually was the one to train with you. So, if it weren’t for him avoiding you this week, then you wouldn’t be going to dinner with someone tonight.
He continued to listen to your conversation with Natasha and took note of the time you would leave for your date.
“Something wrong Steve?” Bucky asked once he realised Steve hadn’t been listening to what he was saying.
“No, everything’s just fine.” He grumbled while looking to you.
Towards the afternoon, you were looking for Natasha to ask her opinion on your dress for your date when you heard Steve and Bucky talking.
“I don’t know why you’re doing this. You both clearly like each other.” Bucky said with a sigh.
“Because Bucky, its too dangerous. I care too much about y/n to involve her in the trouble that may come with me being Captain America.”
“No one is going to hurt her. She’s more skilled than I am in combat, and she has a whole team of assassins, spies and superhero’s looking out for her all the time.”
It was in that moment Steve realised that maybe, just maybe allowing himself to be with you isn’t a bad thing.
“Maybe you’re right Buck.” You heard him say softly.
You walked away from the conversation with an idea in your mind. An idea that would make Steve Rogers surely lose his mind.
The time for your date was nearing and you were almost finished getting ready. A knock at your door caught you attention as you were trying to zip up your dress.
You were in the bathroom and called out loud for whoever it was to come in.
In your bathroom were big mirrors which allowed you to be able to see who it was behind you.
“Steve?” You said his name.
“Hi.” He greeted, letting his eyes roam your body.
“You look beautiful.” He said walking up behind you, till his front was pressed against your back.
You watched him in the reflection of the mirror as he let his hands settle on your hips.
When he came to your room, it was his intention to speak to you and let you know the reason behind his recent behaviour.
“Is this what you’re wearing for your date?” He asked, with a hint of anger in his tone.
“Yes.” You replied shakily as his one hand made its way to your exposed back.
Your skin was smooth on his fingertips, Steve felt himself grow hard at the thought of what you would feel like against his body, writhing beneath him in pleasure.
“Do you mind zipping up my dress?”
His eye’s met yours in his reflection.
He moved your open hair to the side and traced his fingers from your collar bone to your back.
The zip seemed so little in his fingertips as he zipped you up.
“Is that alright?” He asked huskily.
You nodded in response.
Your body pressed into his, letting your butt press against his hard cock.
His reaction surprised you as his fingers made their way around your neck, squeezing gently.
“You don’t know what you do to me.” He murmured while pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head.
“Is that so?” You ask.
It wasn’t often that you got to see this side of Steve. He was only ever physically affectionate when it was the two of you, late at night sharing a bed. You hadn’t yet crossed the boundaries of sleeping with each other. All you ever craved was each other’s affection and warmth.
“Mmm-hmm.” He hummed.
You turn around slowly, his gaze on you is fixed and filled with lust. You make the bold move of trailing your hands down his chest and to his jeans.
“If you really wanted me to know what you’d do to me, you would’ve shown me by now.” Your hands moved in a slow motion teasing his cock through his jeans.
He moaned at the contact; this was the furthest you two had gotten in terms of being physical.
“You make it hard for me to keep control around you princess.” The nickname made you smile; your hand movements hadn’t stopped – in fact Steve was now beginning to thrust his hips into your hand.
“I would let you do whatever you want to me. Fuck me till I’m senseless, make love to me till I’m begging you to stop… but it’s too bad that our interests lie in different places.”
You stopped all movement and stepped away from him.
Looking to you in a confused daze, he watched as you walked out of the bathroom and into your room to retrieve your purse.
“Thank you helping me with my dress Steve, but I should get going. I wouldn’t want to be late.” You walked towards the door and opened it, you looked back to him – he was now stood in your room watching after you with desire.
The truth was you hadn’t really gone for your date. When you overheard the conversation between Bucky and Steve you cancelled the date and set about a new plan.
You knew what Steve was going to do; besides Bucky, you were the only other person to know him like the back of your hand.
You informed Natasha to be the one to tell him where your supposed date was going to be. Like a man on a mission, you saw him walk into the bar looking around for you.
As soon as he spotted you, he walked in your direction. There you were sat, with a glass in your hand.
As he neared, you set the glass on the bar top and leaned on your elbows as your supported your head up.
“Took you long enough.” You murmured.
“Where’s your date?” He asked.
“He just arrived.”
You motioned for the bartender to come your way, you ordered Steve’s favourite drink – even thought you knew it wouldn’t affect him one bit.
“Take a seat.” You patted the chair next to yours.
He listened to you and sat down.
“So, what are you going to be having for dinner?”
That’s when it registered in Steve’s mind.
“You little minx.”
The waiter took your menu’s away. Steve hadn’t stopped gazing at you the entire time.
“We have a lot to talk about.”
“We do.” You agreed.
His blue eyes meet yours; he takes that moment to really look at you, the women he’s come to feel so much for.
“I’m sorry for how I’ve been towards this week.” He explained shaking his head briefly.
“I accept your apology… I genuinely thought I’d done something to push you away from me, and that’s the last thing I’d ever want.” You said in honesty.
“You could never do anything to push me away.” He reached forward and took your hand in his, “I thought my choice would be the best thing for us.”
He took a moment to form the right words to say.
“I always had this idea in my head that love had to wait. I’m too consumed in the life of being Captain America. Steve Rogers barely exists to me anymore.” His tone was low as he said this.
It was hard for him to admit, being a part of S. H. I. E. L. D had taken its toll on Steve. His been playing the role of a superhero for so long that he could barely recognize himself.
“Steve Rogers exists to me. The boy from Brooklyn who wanted to help those who needed it most, I see him in you every day.” You assure him.
“Sometimes its not a bad thing to be selfish. You of all people have earned that choice.”
This is why Steve feels the way he does towards you. You always knew the right things to say.
“Everyone I’ve ever cared about has been affected by this. Peggy, Bucky – the whole team, which is why I thought by pushing you away I would be keeping you safe.” He explained giving your hand a gentle squeeze.
“You don’t need to push me away. I’m here, always.”
“I know princess, and I realised that I’d rather have you close to me than far away.” In that moment the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.
“So, what did you think about my plan on you?” You asked leaning on your door.
“I liked your plan, especially the beginning of it.” He rested his hand on the wall behind you, trapping you against his body.
“Is that so?” You asked with a raised brow.
He smirked at your words and brought his lips to yours.
This kiss was something you both have craved since the moment you knew life would be dull without the other. Steve knew the moment his lips touched yours that there was no going back on how he felt for you.
“I love you so fucking much.” He murmured against your lips, bringing his hand up to touch your face.
“I love you too.” You giggle as he trails kisses from your kisses from your lips to your neck.
“I don’t think Tony would appreciate the PDA if he were to check the camera’s.” Your eyes go to the camera in the corner pointed in your direction of the hallway.
“We need more privacy then.”
He clasped your room doorknob in his hand, very clumsily opening it while trying not to break contact from you as he kisses you.
Once successfully in the room, you put your hands on his broad shoulders to briefly pull him away you.
“I want you to do whatever you want with me.” You stated referring to your conversation from earlier.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
“More than I’d ever been before.” You smile as he lifts you off the ground before you can even finish your sentence.
“The number of times I’d wish to have you beneath me in this bed.” He said settling you down on the bed carefully to not hurt your injury from the mission.
“Show me then.” You said boldly.
Steve’s mind couldn’t form a response as he began to start undoing your dress and getting rid of his attire.
“Your body is something only angels would carve so perfectly.” He growled out while gazing down at you.
You were perched up on your elbows, in nothing – naked to Steve’s roaming eyes.
“I could say the same about you.” You say biting your lip at the sight of him.
He smirked at your expression and situated himself between your legs.
“This is all yours.” He said taking your hand in his to trail down his body. His hand settled yours on his hard cock. You gasp at how hard he is – Steve’s size was enough to have you unconsciously roll your eyes to the back of your head.
“You do this to me.” He said taking note of your hungry eyes.
His fingers made their way to your pussy, “So fucking wet for me already.”
You moaned at the contact and bucked your hips forward, Steve chuckled at your movement.
“So impatient.” He teased you more by adding pressure to his fingers, “Lets see if I can make you cum like this.”
He teased your clit, moving his fingers in an 8 symbol. He picked up speed on it as your began to moan more and more louder.
“That’s it princess, let me hear you.” He encouraged, now teasing the entrance of your pussy with his fingers, in a slow motion his finger delved inside of you.
He hissed at the tightness you held around his index and middle finger.
“So fucking tight.”
You were getting close to your cumming as he left his thumb tease and occasionally circle your clit.
“I can feel you clenching on my fingers, you gonna cum for me princess? You gonna cum on my fingers?”
You nodded your head in response as he stared at your intently.
Your eyes soon rolled to the back of your head as his fingers still moved inside of you. Steve was laying small kisses on your cheek, calming you down from the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm.
When you refocused your eyes, you saw Steve now between your legs, moving his hand up and down his cock while looking at your body.
He let his tip tease your sensitive clit, smirking as you still moved your hips forward.
“You still want more hmm?”
He teased your clit by lightly slapping his tip against it.
“Beg for it.” He demanded in a stern tone.
“Please give me your cock Steve, I need to feel you.” You begged as you peered up at him.
Your words seem to do something to him as he took his tip and slowly entered you.
A gasp escaped your lips as he stretched you open.
“Slowly baby, we’ll go slow.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead as his hips moved more towards yours.
The sting of having his big cock in you was enough to make the pain pleasurable.
He didn’t stop till his pelvis met yours, completely making you feel full of him.
“You’re doing so good for me.” He praised.
When he went to pull back, he didn’t move back completely – he was still deep inside you when he thrusted forward.
He continued this sweet torture till you were clenching around him.
“Faster Steve, please.” You gasped out with his hand around your neck.
He didn’t waste time picking up his pace. The only thing that could be heard in the room were the slapping of your skin against one another, the moans coming from you and Steve and lastly the slight hitting of your headboard against the wall.
With each thrust Steve was going faster and harder. He went from making sweet love to you, to full on fucking you like his dirty little slut.
“Steve- fuck. Cumming.” Was all you managed to get out as your orgasm hit you.
Steve was moaning into your neck as his own orgasm hit him. He kept the same pace and motion as he came in you. He only stopped when the pleasure became too much, and his cock was sensitive.
He moved back and laid his forehead against yours, looking deep into your eyes. In that moment there was nothing else in your world except you, Steve and the love you had for one another.
RELATIONSHIP:Dean Winchester x Reader, (past) Steve Rogers x Reader
SETTING:This is a AVENGER X SUPERNATURAL CROSSOVER AU
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters at all. There will be BIG changes that are opposite from the ending from the show and movie
A/N: If there’s any grammar issues or anything, please forgive me ^_^
Also a big shot out to @joannaliceevans-fanficblog who help beta this chapter but also help me with the ideas. Love you!!
BIG FYI THIS IS SORTA A FILTER CHAPTER SO HOPEFULLY IT WON’T BORED YOU GUYS!! :)
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I’m on the edge of my seat as Dean confronts her & when he moves closer with the gun, I’m almost holding my breath even though I’m 99.9999% sure that he’s not going to use it. I can’t say I’m 100% because of what Castiel told him. I was relieved that Sam came in when he did, yelling for Dean to put the gun down. And I feel for both of them, they both have been through so much in their lives & have been hurt repeatedly. I can see both of their sides & understand the way they both feel. Do I wish she had told Dean & Sam more about herself, some of who she was, or more of her past & that she had powers, or at least that she was pregnant, but I can understand why she didn’t. Not only did Tony & Fury specifically warn her about doing that, but I’m sure she was worried & scared of how Sam & Dean would react to it. And with Dean, you can’t really blame him for feeling hurt & angry at finding out that she was different from Cas & not her, that she had been lying to them, to him for over a month & considering who they are & everything they have been through, is anyone surprised that he would think the worse.
When she tells them, “My name is Y/N. I was kidnapped by Hydra, but not recently. I was kidnapped when I was 15 and used as an experiment.” & shows them part of her powers & goes on, “I was one of the three that survived. They wanted to use us as weapons to destroy and take over the world until the Avengers came and destroyed the camp. I was saved and trained with them. I’m one of the Avengers.” I let out a sigh of relief as Dean lowered the gun. But my eyes widen when Sam says, “Dean, she’s telling the truth,” & I’m shocked when he says, “I found out not too long ago when I saw her burning her uniform and everything related to avengers. I didn’t ask about it. When I went to see what she was burning, I saw the Avenger symbol and some photos,” I can almost feel Dean’s hurt & anger growing as he asks, “And you didn’t tell me?!” But Sam’s right when he says, “Dean, she has her reasons for not wanting to say, and if she wants to tell us, she will,” & I’m glad that at least he understands. I wasn’t expecting Dean to ask, “Then tell me what else you are hiding from me?” I know her answer, “I’m pregnant,” shocks him as he says, “You’re wha-what?” When she says, “I’m pregnant about two months now,” & Sam shows the partially burnt photo & asks, “Is he the father?” I can imagine the look of disbelief & surprise on Dean’s face as he grabs it & says, “Captain America is the father?!” I’m tearing up along with her as, “Yes, but he decided that his selfish desire to be with his past woman is more important than us, so I see no reason to stay at a place to be reminded every day. I’m just a person he uses when he’s bored,“ & I’m hurting for both of them as Dean leaves the room, yelling, “You got to be kidding me! What the hell did I get myself involved in!?"
When she tells Sam, “I’m sorry for lying. I wanted to live a peaceful life away from being an Avenger. I was lost and confused until you saved me. I wanted to believe my lies so much that I started to believe this was my life.” I know that she’s being truthful & speaking from her heart & I want to believe Sam when he says, “I understand. Just give Dean some time. He will come around, I promise. Is there anything else you want to tell us?” but part of me is worried that it’s going to take Dean a good bit to accept everything that he just learned & that by the time he does something else might happen, hopefully, I’m wrong. I was glad that she told the Sam about faking her death & what Tony did for her & again, I’ve got my fingers crossed that if Sam was looking into her past, he’ll stop & if he wasn’t this will keep him from trying to look up anything about her. The last thing she needs now is someone the slightest hint that she’s alive & then going out looking for her. I don’t blame her for wanting to leave her past behind her, for not wanting to go back. To get to start her life over & raise her baby, without people constantly reminding her about Steve or trying to tell her what Steve would want, or how she should do things. When Sam says that they will keep her secret & that she can stay there as long as she wants, I believe him, but the question is does Dean feel the same? Does he want her to stay? Is he going to be able to deal with what he’s found out? Those questions make me nervous because we all know that if she feels that he doesn’t want her around she won’t stay. And her thoughts & feelings have me tearing up along with her, I can’t blame her for not knowing how to face him for how she’s feeling.
I’m feeling a bit anxious & nervous when Sam & Dean start talking & Sam is right when he tells Dean that it wasn’t his place to tell him. When Sam asked him if he would treat her the same knowing who she was, I wasn’t surprised by Dean’s answer, that her being an Avenger had nothing to do with who she is. I agree with Sam when he says to treat her like she was before, but I can understand Dean’s feelings when he says, that he doesn’t like being lied to, especially in his own house. I mean who would, I know I wouldn’t like it, but Dean needs to remember that this is not an average situation, even he has to admit it’s unique. What Sam says next is partial right, yeah Dean likes her, but the only part that bothers Dean about her being pregnant is that the guy left her & ran off for another woman. I’m sure in Dean’s mind he can’t understand how Steve could do that, having a family is something we all know is Dean would love to have, but he feels that can’t have, that he would endanger them.
I’m just starting to think that maybe things will be okay, maybe things between Dean & her will calm down & they can get back to where they were before this happened, she walks in & says, "I just came down here to apologize again and that I will be leaving fairly soon. Tony is currently arranging things for me so you don’t have to worry about me staying" & my jaw drops as she turns around & walks back out. Sam tells Dean something similar to what I wanted to say, "Dean, say something. She shouldn’t be out there alone like this. Y/N is vulnerable right now, and she’s still injured from the hunt. We can’t just let her leave!” except I would have added Dean if you let her go, you’re going to regret it. As Dean goes to her door, I’m almost biting my nails waiting for him to knock & say something & I’m ready to scream
when he stops himself & walks off & I’m shaking my head at what he’s thinking, that he thinks he doesn’t know what he feels for her or if he was just fascinated with you & that perhaps it was best if she left so he could go back to his old life. I wish I could tell Dean not to be a
But then when she leans against the door & whispers, "Maybe it’s for the best that you find out now. I’m someone else’s trash that you don’t need to take.“ my heart is breaking for her & I’m practically
I wish I could just wrap my arms around her & hug her & tell her that she isn’t trash & anyone that doesn’t appreciate her & love her then they need to
I can’t blame her for avoiding the boys & I wish Sam would find a way to make these two be in the same room together. I’m wondering if Sam knows that Dean didn’t talk to her. I keep hoping that something will change, that dean will talk to her before it’s too late & she leaves, but each day that goes by that hope is dwindling & when she gets the text from Tony that it’s time, everything is set up & she starts packing, I know that this is Dean’s last chance to stop her from leaving, but is he going to do it? And I have the feeling that Dean’s not, that he’s going to let her walk out that door & if he does that I hope Sam smacks upside the head. But then she starts writing Sam & Dean letters & I find out that they are on a hunt, my heart sinks. Oh no, there’s no one to stop her from leaving & I’d be willing to bet that in those letters she doesn’t leave a number for them to get in touch with her or tell them where she’s going. I’m tearing up as she goes & stocks up on groceries for them & prepares them some meals & some pies & my eyes fill even more when she bakes one for Dean, oh my!!! And when she cleans everything up, grabs her bags, takes one last look at the bunker & then leaves & closes the door, I’m ready to cry, especially when she gets to town & finds the car that Tony told her about & gets in & drives off!
I’m tearing up again when Sam & Dean get home the next night & Sam finds that she was gone. And when Dean finds the letter & reads it & tries to call her & finds the phone he got her on the table my eyes fill even more, especially when Dean finds the pie she made for him & Dean begins to cry. Maybe Dean can convince himself, but he’s not convincing me when he tells Sam that it’s for the best. When they don’t get any news about her, I’m hoping that Sam isn’t looking for her in a way that will set off an alert & I have no doubt that Dean misses her. I was a bit surprised that Castiel didn’t tell Sam where she was, but if I had to guess I’m thinking that Cas feels a bit responsible for the way she left because he was the one that told Dean she wasn’t normal. At least Sam knows that she’s okay, she’s safe. I love that Tony picked such a great place for her & I’m not surprised how well he covered his tracks doing it. It was a great idea to use Pepper’s company name to avoid suspicion & of course, he tried to buy everything she might need. I’m not surprised that the picture she pulled out was one with Dean & Sam & not any with the Avengers. I mean she was closer with Sam & Dean after a month than she was with most of the Avengers after seven years, other than the good friendship she has with Tony & Pepper. And does anyone blame her for not putting a picture up of the man that left her, if she even has one, I know I don’t. I wouldn’t be shocked if she has gotten rid of whatever he had left behind or if she just left it there for Bucky & Sam to deal with. When she rubs her stomach & says, "Welp, baby, welcome to your new home," I hope that nobody finds her or finds out who she is & if they do they don’t set off an alert about her.
It made me squeal when I find out about the couple from Boston, Andy, who used to be a lawyer & now is on the town council & is a part-time professor & his wife Joann, who is a baker with a bakery. And it makes me smile when Joann hires her. I did get a bit nervous for a few seconds when Joann recognize her, but when she tells her that she just wants a peaceful life & Joann keeps her secret, I’m relieved, *WHEW*! I knew that I was going to like Joann, especially with the way she reacts to learning that she was pregnant with Steve’s baby & what Steve did. That’s right Joann, we are pissed at Steve!! But what Joann says to her about leaving Boston, "to start anew from a dark past.” has me wondering what could have happened? She was right not to push, when the time is right Joann will tell her what it is, what happened. I can’t help getting a little hopeful about what she tells Joann about the picture of the boys when she sees it & I’ve got my fingers crossed that something good will come from this.
My jaw drops when Dean & Sam drive into Crested Butte on their way back from Vegas & when Sam says, "Hey, let’s stop for the night and gas up,“ & Dean says, "Seriously, dude, we can drive all night and get home to the bunker," I’m ready to holler at Dean. And when Sam says, "Dean, I’m tired and dirty. I want to shower beside Crested Butte. It isn’t a bad place to stop for the night." I’m almost squealing as Dean parks in front of a motel, Yes!!!! And just as I’m thinking if I should get my hopes up Sam gets out of the car & says, "there’s a bakery over there; I bet there’s some pie,” And I’m wondering, could it be Joann’s bakery & I have my fingers crossed & I’m almost holding my breath that it is. When Dean walks in & Joann comes out from the back & recognizes him from her photo, I’m almost screaming, oh my, oh my!!! Her thoughts have me smiling as she asks, “Hello, welcome to Butte Bakery and Cafe. What can I get for you?” & when she asks, "You’re lucky this is our last one for today. So you’re new in town. Visiting?“ & Dean tells her, "Oh, we just stopped by for the night but will be heading out tomorrow.” & she replies, "Oh well, welcome to our little town. Before you leave, you should stop by and get some food for the road. I think we will have some newly baked pies coming in,“ my smile grows, especially once Dean leaves & Joann calls her & says, "I need some baked pies by tomorrow morning,” & when she says, “Oh, okay, I’ll bring them out at 9 am tomorrow,” I’m so excited, I’m almost bouncing. I’m smiling even more when Joann hangs up & says, "I’m just giving you two a hand.“ Yes, you are Joann, yes you are. Those two need it!
I’m giggling when Sam says, "And you didn’t get me any?” & I giggle even more as Dean eats the last bite & says, "The last one, sorry, dude,“ When Dean stops chewing because the pie tastes familiar, I can’t help wondering if Dean is going to figure it out that she made that pie & that she is in the same town as he is. But my jaw drops when I find out what Sam did, that he got Castiel to show him the town she moved to & then Sam made sure to find a case that would take them through her town, oh my!! I agree with Sam, Dean does deserve to be happy & that Dean loves her & what Castiel tells Sam, that she misses both of them, especially Dean warms my heart & has my hope growing. When Dean walks into the bakery the next day, I’ve got my fingers crossed & I’m on the edge of my seat as Joann greets him & he starts to say, "Um, about the pie?” & when she interrupts, "Hey Joann, sorry I’m a little late. I baked more than I can car….“ & Dean says, "Y/N?” & she turns around & sees him smiling at her & she says, "Dean?“ I’m screaming, OMG!!!! And I’m hoping that they can talk & make up. Oh, I really hope that happens! I love this series & this ending, has me so excited & hopeful! I’m looking forward to seeing what is going to happen next, how it all will play out!
(I hope this makes sense, this is my third time, third day of trying to reblog this. Fingers crossed it works!)
