#benny got eyes on cowboy ass

[pansylair]

cowboying around 

#fallout #fallout new vegas #benny gecko #francis #courier 6 #oc #benny got eyes on cowboy ass #good for him #anyways thats enough art uploads for now #getting close to 2022 work

[thot-of-khonshu]

Detour (Frankie Morales x f! reader)

Masterlist | Kofi

Shotgun Part 1 | Passenger Part 2

Summary: part 3 in the shotgun series. after last year's Halloween, you and Frankie decide to create your own tradition of fooling around in his truck every year

Rating: M, 18+

Content: a Halloween party, alcohol use, drug use (marijuana), car sex, dirty talk, fingering, explicit smut, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, benny still being dumb

A/N: Happy Halloween! I figured I'd check back in on my favorite potheads after last year's festivities.

Your heels clacked on the pavement of the driveway as you ran outside of Benny and Will Miller's house. The Florida air was still humid and sticky, and your body felt heavy and sweaty, but you had to make sure Lexi was okay.

You heard the retching sounds on the pavement from the front yard and saw her bent over in the bushes, her boyfriend Jack standing next to her rubbing her back.

"You good?" You called to her.

"Yeah, I think it's the alcohol or the sushi I had before. I'm fine." She said as she stood up.

"Maybe you're pregnant." Jack suggested.

"No, no." She said quickly, her eyes widened in wild frustration.

"Are you sure?" Jack asked, getting up and laughing, swaying himself from all of the alcohol he had consumed that night.

"We don't need to have that conversation in the driveway!" She groaned, pushing him away.

You stared at them confused that this was even a conversation. The last time the two of you had talked about it you had agreed you were both still feeling too young to have kids. "Is there something the both of you need to tell me?"

"We're trying to have a baby!" Jack shouted dramatically, his arms spread out wide.

"Stop saying that!" Lexi hit him with her white cowboy hat. Out of context with her dressed up as Cowgirl Barbie and him as Metal Ken, this was a hilarious site to see.

"I'm just trying to speak it into existence, babe."

"Well, the only thing you need to be speaking into existence is getting me a water or a Pedialyte." She slurred.

"Got it!" Jack ran back into the house as fast as his drunk ass could. You walked up to Lexi, stumbling over your strappy heels, to hold back her hair as she continued to get sick.

"The Halloween curse continues. Fucking Benny and his hunch punch" She whined.

"No, the curse was broken last year, remember? You got Jack, I got Frankie. We have boyfriends now and don't have to go back into the gross cesspool that is the dating world?" You smiled, remembering how you met Frankie.

"Speaking of, where is loverboy?"

"I'm right here." A deep voice said behind you. You turned around and saw your boyfriend Frankie walking from the doorway wearing his same devil horns from the previous year. He looked over to Lexi concerned, giving you a half smile exposing his dimple as he wrapped an arm around your waist. "You okay, Lexi?"

"Yeah, yeah. Benny's hunch punch just caught up to me."

"That shit is poison. He's gonna have to get his stomach pumped one of these days." Frankie rolled his eyes.

"Benny's an idiot, but he's our idiot." You joked.

"Did somebody just say Benny?" Benny bellowed as he walked outside. He was wearing his boxing shorts and gloves alongside an elaborate face tattoo to emulate Mike Tyson.

"Yes, we were talking about how much we love and adore you, Benjamin." Lexi smiled sarcastically.

"Aw, thanks, Lex. Sorry about the hunch punch. You know how it is, sometimes it punches you right back."

"You're forgiven, just get me a water for my way out."

"On it, ma'am." Benny ran back into the house, running into Jack who was on his way out with Lexi's first water. She did a double take, as if she had remembered asking Jack to get the water in the first place, and then opened the bottle and chugged. You and Frankie exchanged grimaces.

"I think that's our sign to head home." Frankie said to you.

"You don't have to tell me twice." You loved Benny, but his parties could get a bit out of hand and you wanted nothing more than to be home and comfortable with Frankie.

"Goodnight, guys. I'll see you later." Lexi winked while giving you a hug goodbye, still stumbling. "And happy Halloween."

"Happy Halloween. Please, both of you take an Uber home." You replied. As you were walking away, Frankie's hand gravitated to your butt and gave it a playful squeeze. You looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.

"What?" He feigned innocence. "C'mon, let's go home, baby."

After a quick round of farewells in the Miller household, Frankie opened the door for you to his truck and closed it. You rolled the window down, lighting a joint that Frankie had rolled for the both of you earlier.

Frankie hopped into the driver's seat, putting on his worn baseball cap and tossing the devil horns in the backseat as he took the joint from your hand and lit it. You watched him intently, the streetlight illuminating the side of his face and his dimples. He handed the joint back to you and began driving.

"I was thinking..." You started.

"Don't strain yourself." He laughed, looking over at you.

“Hey!" You slapped his shoulder.

"Sorry, go on." He smirked.

"I was thinking maybe we could have a little Halloween tradition."

"What, like every Halloween I have to wear those dumbass devil horns?" He teased.

"No, asshole." You rolled your eyes, smiling. "I was thinking every Halloween, we can dress up, and have some fun and go to a party with our friends. But then we'd get high, and have a good time and...you know, other stuff."

"Other stuff?" He cocked his eyebrow at you.

"Yes. You know, what we did last year." You said quietly, you reached over to him and started carding the curls at the nape of his neck.

"Is that why you wore that dress again this year?" He grinned, knowingly.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You feigned ignorance, setting back in the passenger seat and taking another hit of the joint.

"Oh yeah?" He looked over at you with dark eyes, reaching a hand over to your thigh and pushing up the dress, exposing the white lace of your thong.

"Baby, I'm trying to drive here but you're making it hard to focus." He said in a low, rumbly voice.

"So keep your eyes on the road." You said, placing his large hand in the middle of your thighs, spreading them apart. He groaned.

"Fuck, you're wet already, baby." He said, running his fingers over the damp fabric.

"I missed you all day. I was thinking about last Halloween."

"Me too. You look so fucking hot. And it's driving me crazy." He said, his thick fingers tracing over your heat.

"Frankie." You sighed.

"Yeah, baby?" He said, pressing his fingers against your clit.

"Pull over."

He did as you asked, pulling over to a random deserted parking lot and parking in the corner of the lot. He shut the truck off, and looked over at you with dark eyes, the moonlight hitting his face perfectly.

He moved the hair from your face, taking the joint from your mouth to his lips. "You want a shotgun, baby?"

"Please."

He inhaled and placed his hand back on the back of your head, pulling you in close to his mouth. You felt his soft lips on yours and opened your mouth to him. His tongue slid into your mouth and he slowly pushed the smoke out, the feeling sending shivers down your spine.

"Why don't we put this out for a bit?" He asked, kissing your jaw.

"I can't argue with that." You said.

He put the joint out and began to unbuckle his seat belt, moving his large frame across the center console.

You pulled his baseball cap off and tossed it into the driver's seat. His fingers were still teasing at your slit through the underwear, his beard scratching at the base of your neck as he left small kisses on you and moved his fingers to press circles into your clit.

"Every Halloween, huh?” He breathed, sucking on your pulse point. You moved your hips into his hand, feeling the warmth pooling in your lower abdomen.

"Yes." You whined.

"Every. Single. One." He accentuated each word with a harder kiss. "I'm gonna make you cum in this truck just like I did last year. That's our tradition."

He moved his thick fingers to breach into your cunt, curving to the spot that makes you fall apart.

"Fuck." You whispered, letting out a shaky moan.

"You wanna know a secret, sweetheart?" He growled into your ear, biting at the lobe.

"Y-yes." You said, stuttering.

"Last Halloween, when I drove you home. I went home and fucked my fist so hard, wishing I was fucking this pussy."

You moaned, his words pushing you closer and closer to the edge. The sounds of his fingers fucking into you and his breathing echoed through the cab of the truck.

"God, baby. So fucking wet for me. You're dripping all over my fingers." He said, looking down and watching himself fuck into you.

"Frankie. I'm so close."

"Yeah, I know you are." He said. “And when you cum guess what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna get you on top of me and I'm gonna fuck my cock into this tight little pussy, okay? Gonna fuck my cum deep inside you, baby."

His thumb came back to play with your clit as he continued to thrust his fingers inside you. You felt his teeth biting at your neck, your breathing becoming heavier.

"Frankie, fuck I’m gonna cum."

"Go on, sweetheart. Cum for me. I want to hear you. Nobody out here but us."

You came, loudly moaning his name and grinding into his fingers, feeling him slow his motions inside you as you rode the orgasm.

"That's it. You did so good for me."

When you finished, you were still breathing heavily. Your skin was sticky and hot, but you didn't care. Frankie looked at you, his pupils blown and his mouth in a half smirk.

"Come here." He said, reaching over the console and pulling you onto his lap, the two of you sitting awkwardly and uncomfortably but neither of you caring.

He crashed his lips into yours and you began undoing his belt and jeans. You reached a hand into his pants and wrapped your hand around his length. He was hard and his cock was leaking with precum and you needed him so badly.

"Shit." He muttered under his breath. "Get on top of me, baby."

You did as he asked, moving your underwear aside and positioning yourself on top of him, your bare, slick heat grinding into him. He looked up at you with heavy eyes, grabbing your face and pulling you in for a kiss.

"You're so beautiful." He said, kissing at your jawline and neck.

"Fuck me." You whined.

"Patience." He whispered, grabbing his cock and teasing your folds. "Are you ready, sweetheart?"

"Please." You begged.

He moved his tip into you, his cock stretching you full. You moved yourself further down, until he was completely buried into you and you felt him in your stomach.

You began rocking back and forth, grinding on his cock while Frankie pulled the top of your dress down to reveal your breasts. He took one of your nipples into his mouth and sucked at it, making you grind harder.

You whimpered, running a hand through his hair and tugging. Frankie's hands grabbed onto your hips, guiding you up and down on his length.

"You feel so fucking good, baby. Like you were made to take my cock.” He slid his hands down to your ass, kneading and squeezing at you.

He looked down, watching as his cock disappeared into you. His pace became quicker and he was thrusting harder into you. You could feel yourself getting close again.

"I'm gonna cum." You panted, looking at him with a glazed-over expression. He moved one of his hands to your clit and rubbed tight circles into it, his movements becoming faster and more erratic.

”Cum with me, sweetheart. Fuck, baby I'm so close." He growled, his pace quickening and his grip tightening on you.

Your hips stuttered, and your second orgasm crashed through you. Frankie was right behind you, his thrusts slowing as he fucked his cum deep inside of you. You collapsed into his chest, your bodies sticky and sweaty, but you didn't care.

The two of you sat like that for a few moments, him still inside you. He pulled your face to his, kissing you deeply. When the kiss broke, he was looking at you with a dazed expression.

"That’s a damn good Halloween tradition.” Frankie grinned.

You giggled. "Happy Halloween, Frankie."

"Happy Halloween, sweetheart."

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[bigfan-fanfic]

Like the Real Cowboys Do (Male!Reader x Benny Lafitte x Dean Winchester)

Requested by @capturingthecountryside

Dean smirked into the mirror, checking himself out for the fifth or sixth time since getting into the cowboy getup.

The black cowboy hat sitting low on his brow, the sinfully tight black Wrangler jeans tucked into black cowboy boots, held up with a matching black belt, and his button up shirt still hanging open - he feels like a sexy outlaw or something.

Which is the whole point.

Because, while he usually enjoys the medieval themed LARPs Charlie Bradbury takes him to, she's scouted him out a western one this time.

And what's better, you and Benny Lafitte will be there - Benny began dating you after you helped out his business, and had been inseparable ever since.

And Dean had started to develop a crush on you both when he met you and saw your relationship.

You've mentioned before to Benny about how Dean is always just a little too interested in your life together, always wanting to see you both, and considered the possibility that he might want to be a part of your relationship.

Benny didn't mind too much, but said you should let Dean come to that conclusion and act on it yourself... unless an unavoidably good opportunity presented itself.

Dean knows none of this, and so, he accepted a ride from you both to the LARP grounds, deciding if he can't work up the courage, he'll just have to use his body to seduce you. Hence the graphically tight jeans and slightly-higher-than-strictly-necessary-shut-up-Sammy boots.

Benny sometimes enjoys surprising Dean, so when Dean walks to his kitchen and sees Benny there, he's somewhat surprised but not too much.

"Wow, Dean. Couldn't be bothered to button up?" you tease.

Benny chuckles before Dean can respond. "Real cowboys didn't go around all exposed like that."

Dean rolls his eyes. "Oh really, old timer? Why don't you give me a rundown?"

Benny has him on the ground instantly, taking advantage of Dean's lack of suspicion to wrestle him neatly to the floor, holding him down by the back of the neck like a scolded puppy.

"You're under arrest." Benny drawls, his Cajun accent moving west and a little south and ending up somewhere on the Texas-Arizona border. "Hand me that rope, would ya, darlin?" he smirks at you.

"Aw, come on! Unfair!" Dean whines, but he doesn't bother to struggle against Benny's adamant grip. Benny has him hogtied in under a minute, his wrists bound together and stretched back to meet his ankles, which are crossed, tied, and pulled tight back up towards his wrists.

It's a testament to Dean's own athletic ability that he can withstand his back being bowed so far that his legs and chest lift up off the floor at the strict hogtie.

"Yeah, we knew how to get a man trussed up back then." Benny winks, watching Dean finally start to writhe, though mainly ineffectually. "But we had one more step..."

Dean growls as Benny pulls his own bandana off, flicking out the tails, and tying a knot in the center of it before pulling it between Dean's teeth.

He can still talk after Benny ties it firmly in place, but his speech is thoroughly garbled.

Benny winks at you as he picks Dean up and holds him over his shoulder, his hand resting on Dean's rear, supposedly to stabilize him but clearly with an ulterior motive.

"Another thing about cowboys was that they didn't care too much about traditional ways of doin things. So why don't you and I keep this here outlaw for a while and see if he enjoys being... kept?" He smirks, and you can see Dean's head move as his eyes widen in interest.

"Sounds like a plan, Benny." you smirk, reaching up to kiss him. "But you gotta teach me how to do that with the ropes."

"Sure thing." he winks, patting Dean's ass, making the hunter yelp. "We got our own outlaw practice dummy right here."

And with that, Benny carries Dean outside, and you consider that this LARP just got a whole lot more fun.

#male reader #dean winchester x male reader #benny lafitte x male reader #supernatural x male reader #dean winchester x reader #benny lafitte x reader #supernatural x reader #supernatural headcanons #headcanons

[reality-liver-n0]

Black Lagoon Halloween Headcanons

The Lagoon Company does group costumes for every Halloween and one person gets to choose every year. It started when Revy first joined Dutch and he tried to encourage her to dress up for Halloween because it would be a good boost to “workplace morale.” Revy decided it was bullshit and Dutch only convinced her when he said that if she chose to be something scary, she might be able to get candy from other trick and treaters. Since then whenever she gets to choose everyone dresses up as killer clowns.

On Rock’s first Halloween in Roanapur he literally walked into the office and saw them dressed up and he pretty much passed out. When he woke up and Revy told him the “requirements” on company attire for Halloween he just had to accept it. I fully believe he’s afraid of clowns and sobbed the entire time he had to put on the costume. He can’t really look at them due to his fear of clowns and went the entire night with his eyes closed. However, he did try his best to return the candy but Revy would immediately kick his ass whenever she saw him palming the ground.

Dutch’s choice of their group outfits is mostly either American military or any costumes from movies he’s watched (mainly war ones but at Revy’s insistence he has gained an appreciation for 70-90’s crime/thriller movies).

Benny honestly is so laid back that he doesn’t mind giving the others his turn. But Rock has supported him to not give Revy all of his turns. Revy got pissed at that since she was always able to talk him into giving it to her and not Dutch (Dutch never cared.) So, he just goes with either Scraface or just dressing up in Hawaiian shirts/Florida locals. If he’s really feeling selfish then he’ll have them wear stuff from his college and that’s probably the most happiness he can get in Roanapur. Revy teases him about being nerdy although she sometimes wears his college clothes (when the company is on downtime or sowing chores). Benny never comments on it and the one time Rock did he got slapped. In return, Benny shows his appreciation by making the group wear NYC clothes on Halloween. This is the only loophole he can use since technically it’s still his decision. Whenever the group dresses up either as Floridians or New Yorkers Benny and Revy do their best impersonations. Rock tries his best to do the same but fails, and he gets mocked. Eventually, Dutch has to step in to get some peace and quiet.

Rock’s outfit ideas are unanimously accepted as the best ones out of the four of them. Revy still talks shit but she has way more fun when it’s his year than even her own. But his very first idea was the worst as he thought they could dress up as themselves. He’s still haunted by it and constantly cringes at how bad that was. He still doesn’t blame Revy for roasting the shit out of him for that. Thankfully, since then he’s mastered the group costumes and is quite proud. Every year he chooses something different and are generally based on something mundane with a twist. Like when they dressed up as priests with Revy being the devil that antagonizes them, zombie cowboys, and even post-apocalyptic astronauts.

Rock spends the whole year preparing for Halloween and Dutch even offered to help him get the materials for the costumes (He sends Revy on multiple jobs). Since it wasn’t for an outside client Dutch wouldn’t pay her and he basically had to negotiate a deal so she would do it. She wanted straight cash but he said no and instead gives her guns/attachments/ammo. She’s still annoyed by it but realizes that if she doesn’t do it then Rock won’t be able to create the costumes. He’s the type of person who makes aesthetic boards/picture references/an entire whiteboard of ideas. The others kinda have to accept that he’s a little unhinged in his perfectionist streak and move around or ignore all the stuff he has lying around the office in August-October. The entire night Revy will do a little bit of complaining just because it’s him, but by the end she does say a single compliment which improves his mood for the rest of the year.

Now, Chang is absolutely the biggest ass on Halloween. He goes out of his way to dress like a royal king with real gold just to piss Balalaika off since he’s the “King of Roanapur.” Him and his whole group still wear their sunglasses but they specifically use ones with gold (Chang) or silver (everyone else) frames. Also, he makes all his men wear fancier suits with a lot of embroidery/patterns. To top it off he speaks in Medieval English the entire night and that gets on everybody’s nerves since they can’t understand him. And he has the audacity to be disappointed they can’t appreciate “eloquence.”

In response Balalaika and her men wear their military uniforms with the gas masks. Everybody in Roanapur shits their pants when they see this army of Soviet paratroopers marching down the streets. Balalaika also holds a contest within Hotel Moscow where the person who can scare Chang so that he screams/the one who can make him scream the loudest wins. So, they basically have a war with the triad and try to intimidate/flex on them as much as they can.

Luckily both sides agreed to not use lethal methods but by the end of the night dozens of people are knocked out or kidnapped and put somewhere until the next day. The kidnapping usually results in great embarrassment as they are found in their underwear with other incriminating evidence that ruins their ego. Boris is definitely the reoccurring winner of the contest (he wants to make his Kapitan proud) and the knowledge with his size compared to how quietly he manages to move unnerves every triad member.

The Lagoon company every year ends up in an awkward position between Hotel Moscow and the Chinese Triad since both want to employ them for the night. Dutch at least officially states that they cannot do that as whichever side they go against will weaken professional work relationships and reputation. But the rest of the crew pretty much agree to be with hotel Moscow in fear of themselves being hunted down by an angry mob of military fanatics. They can’t say it aloud but everyone knows it. Before Rock’s arrival, the Lagoon crew stayed out of the whole ordeal until he suddenly he tried to make peace on both sides by proposing a coin flip. Since then, the rest of the company blames him and are sitting ducks for whatever side they’re on and hope for the best.

If they’re on Chang’s side they have to endure both his terrible mediaeval English (Revy has considered betraying him several times because of this) and the outright disregard he has for them. He uses everyone as folly and says good luck while he does a cool backflip or something and leaves them there. But he also does give them sunglasses so that kinda evens it out. He is somewhat bearable due to how many times he says dirty jokes or smart quips in his mediaeval tongue and in the downtime (they’re trapped and know that at least one member of Hotel Moscow is nearby) they actually do try to solve what he’s saying so that’s fun. And to further butter the Lagoon company he gives them a few expensive jewelries which increases their profit. He also does engage with Benny about Star Wars and other nerdy stuff so that’s a plus. It’s just hard to really have fun since they’re constantly either running or holding a place down and choosing where to run next. He did have the great idea to make one of his men the “music man” and all that guy does is run around with a boombox that’s on full blast just far away that he won’t comprise their position but  enough to wear it serves as background noise. There are lots and lots of cars that end up getting destroyed. The most brutal waw when Revy drove the car and Hotel Moscow didn’t even need to interfere, she just crashed because she was fighting Rock.

If they’re on Hotel Moscow’s side they’re basically moving with the group as a whole. Balalaika debriefs everyone then they move out. She would probably plan a bit more than Chang and just generally use the Lagoon company better in incorporating them. The real downside is how serious everything is. Like they’re sitting there and it feels like they’re going to war which is not as fun as Revy hoped it would be. Also, Balalaika always finds a way to fuck with Rock and give him the most meaningless/pointless jobs. Literally his most popular position is just time keeper where he says the current time aloud. Revy gave him so much shit for that but got punished by getting the job of being on guard duty for the time keeper (nobody is even anywhere close to him so they’re just forced to be handcuffed together). Dutch is the most respected and is assistant for battle tactics. Rock regularly tries to pipe in but somehow gets worse treatment so he finally stopped. Benny is the most out of place in terms of personality and he tries to make jokes to ease the tension but they fall flat. So, he goes right back to his techie stuff. If Revy somehow manages to not be punished, she serves as the joker card near the front lines. She basically distracts, jumps around, retreats and repeat. It is somewhat fun since she gets to team up with Boris and anyone else nearby and constantly bounces off them or work in tandem. So, she’s the annoying fly to keep the triad on edge and in general has a way different battle style than the soldiers.

And that’s about it for Halloween in Roanapur. I’m not sure if I’ll create a new post or edit this one if I do get any ideas about other minor characters in the series. I just wanted to focus on the most notable ones. Also, I have no clue where these super specific headcanons came from. They just randomly appeared in my mind. I have high doubts that any of this is canon or even a close assumption of it but I wanted to have fun in my delusions for a bit.

Thanks for reading this whole mass of text and I hope you all have a great Halloween!

#black lagoon #revy #rock black lagoon #benny black lagoon #dutch black lagoon #lagoon company #Mr. Chang #balalaika #happy halloweeeeeeen #big boy post

[the-fiction-witch]

Girls p31 birdy

TV SHOW THE QUEENS GAMBIT COUPLE BENNY WATTS X READER RATING SMUT AF

"Fuck come here" he groans grabbing my face and kissing me not so much aggressively more passionately I happily kissed back our kisses turning lustful fast, our toungues battling like an intense chess game his hand moving up and down my body cupping my breasts, my ass my hips, my thighs anything he could get his hands on he pulled back kissing down my neck and he pushed me down flat he smirked as he kissed down reaching my breasts "tonight, or well.. today. No tricks. No kinks. No toys and dirty minded evil. Just you and me."

"Okay" I smiled 

He continued to kiss down my chest his hands grabbing my breasts firmly "fuck! You don't usually let me feel them this much. Umm I miss it. You have such great tits. Beths jealous of them you know?"

"Is she?"

"Why do you think she sits around in crisp white t shirts with her nipples poking out, she's jealous of your perfect tits." He smirked as he groped and fondled my breasts in his hands at times making sure to rub on my nipples to harden them making me squirm rubbing my legs together "ohh my little baby bird likes when I fondle her titties?" He smirked going a little harder every so often rubbing my now rock hard nipples making me get wetter and wetter with each of his rubs giving the little nips friction "oh. No. My baby bird likes when I play with her nipples" he smirked rubbing mercilessly with one hand and moving his other to stoke my pussy "fuck your so wet!" He groans diving into my chest kissing my skin and rubbing in my nipples, he took one in his mouth to he tly play with my nipple with his tongue but I pushed him away 

"Benny!" I giggled playfully shoving his hair 

"Yeah you want my head further south baby bird?" He cooes kissing below my breasts and down my stomach and I nodded "okay. Sing for me then little bird" he smirked kissing my thighs softly and gently, slowly getting closer to where I wanted his attention, once he has kissed everywhere outside that he could he kissed my mound and outer lips making sure to gently suck on them every so often I giggled as his facial hair would poke and tickle me as his mouth worked 

"Benny" I whined which he took with an evil smirk giving my clit gently soft kisses being slow and precice he held my thighs open giving me no room to move or squirm as he got much more passionately and aggressive with his kisses sucks and licks eating me like I was his last meal holding me tight so I could squeeze my legs around his head every so often making eye contact with me to fuel his ego I knew how close I was twisting my fingers in his hair as he worked but be began to slow before pulling back 

"Sorry baby, my mouths getting tried. But let's see how you do with just my fingers" he smirked pulling back replacing his kisses with intense rubs on my clit using one hand to hold open my outer lips and attack my clit, his other hand three fingers working fast and hard to finger fuck me making me squeal quiet loudly "come on your I've cum from my fingers before" he smirked I pushed his hand away and flipped us over so he laid on the bed with me over his thighs pinning his arms beside his head "awww my little baby birdy gonna ride me till she cums?"

"Maybe" I smirked "but first" I smirked kissing down his neck and chest making sure to leave a hiki on his V 

"Uhhh come on baby bird don't be evil" he groans "just a little lower and your cute little kisses will be much more appreciated" he smirked "come on I want that sexy lipstick around my cock" he groans 

"My cowboy need me that badly"

"I always need you that badly" he groans 

I smirked and moved down gently and softly stroking my hand up and down his shaft making him groan I pressed tiny soft kisses to his shaft to drive him crazy where he wanted so much more "uhh come on baby bird more!" He pleads so I smirked and took only his head into my mouth gently sucking and swirling my tounge a little "uuuuhhhhh fuck! Ummmm I love your mouth baby!" He groans holding my jaw stroking my cheek as I worked, I quickly took every inch of him inside my mouth hollowing my cheeks and gently sucking to which he grabbed my hair twisting his fingers in my strands of hair "fuck! Baby bird I'm so close! Uhhhh your mouth is so heavenly" he groans so I smirked and pulled away "baby bird!" He whines as I replaced my mouth with my hand taking a firm grip on him moving fast and hard "uhh! It feels good but I want that pretty mouth back"

"No, you got fat too overexcited" 

"Did I? Like you did when I was rubbing on those hard little nipples? Or when I was burrying my head in my little birdys pretty pussy?" 

"You know talking like that is a one way ticket to sleeping on the sofa"

"Yeah? I thought my little birdy loved me. And I know you won't pass up opportunities to torcher me" he smirked 

"Maybe." I smirked "maybe you're fun to torcher" i moved to sit over his lap moving my hips to gently rub my pussy against his erection

"Yeah? Well maybe I just love my little baby bird so much I'll let her torcher me however she wants" he smirked holding my hips to move me harder and faster "uhhh come on baby bird. I need you" he groans I giggled pulling him to kiss me our kisses hot and heavy make outs his chest pressed against my own I smirked into the kiss moving my hips up and he worked into my movements with his own until he slipped inside me "fuck I've missed you" he groans between kisses "I missed my sexy little baby birds pussy so badly. Uhhhh been jerking off imagining your sexy pussy since you left new york"

"But you had harry and beth to keep you company"

"They don't compare to you, besides they left pretty early wanted to go snuggle back in kentucky together, so I'd just… lay awake at night in my big bed all alone, hoping my little birdy would flutter thought my door and come take care of me" he smirked pulling me close nuzzling into my neck as I gently began to bounce 

"I missed you too Benny" I groaned as I got faster and faster he held my hips often bouncing me too, moving his hips up to meet with mine between our lustful kisses 

"Fuck baby bird I'm gonna cum!"

"Already?"

"Your too good to me"

"I'll remember that, I won't be so nice next time"

"Yeah? Then neither will I" he smirked rubbing on my clit mercilessly as I bounced, it became an explosion of passion, bouncing, grinding, digging and scratching our nails down each other, moans and groans abundant as we heavily made out I hit my own first crawling down his back biting his neck hard as I tightened around him feeling pleasure wash over me like a wave, he wasn't far behind me pulling me into an intense kiss as he pushed my hips so he was as deep inside me as possible his hips moving in odd angles and ways as he bucked hard inside me leaving us both holding on tightly to each other gasping for breath "I love you so much baby bird"

"I love you too Benny" I giggled giving him a kiss.

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Cowboys frenrey pls and ty? :>

once again i failed to drabble. here's 1400 words about it. rated T mostly for swearing; also contains some mild sensitivity about weight. and hey, happy valentine's day! :)

Gordon dodges left, right, swings around the corner with his gun grasped in sweaty palms to press his back to the wall, breathing heavily. It's no use— he's cornered. He can hear his enemy approaching slowly, toying with him, and he grits his teeth. He's not going down without a fight.

He times it, listening to the double-breaths of his advancing adversary, mapping out his surroundings, counting down—

He darts out, gun up. "Say howdy to my little friend!!" he roars, unloading the last of his bullets, but it's not enough, not even close.

His enemy's first shot grazes his jaw but it's fine, he's had worse, that won't be enough to take him down; two whiz past his ear in quick succession; and then another hits, dead-center, the left lens of his glasses.

"AUGH," he shouts, dropping to one knee. "Ya got me—"

Another shot ricochets off his forehead. Gordon falls to his ass, trying not to laugh.

"Ooh, hittin' a man while he's down, that's—"

His enemy shoots again; this one gets caught in his hair somewhere. He obediently slides all the way to the ground, snickering. He's gotta try to remember that's there next time he's low on ammo.

"Okay, pardner, I know for a fact that was yer last bullet—"

"Benny," Joshie says.

"hell yeah," Benrey says, and Gordon peeks up to see him passing his nerf gun up to the five-year-old riding on his shoulders. "get him bro."

"Hey! No, that's not fair," Gordon protests, scrambling to his feet as his son fumbles with the gun, his tongue out and eyes focused under the brim of his cowboy hat. "You can't share weapons, that's, uh, against the, the sheriff's law—"

"FUCK the sheriff," Joshua announces, and fires.

Gordon takes it like a champ— which is to say he dramatically clutches at his chest with each bullet, dropping back to his knees. "Ooh ah ow oof ough… okay, bud, think you mighta killed me this time…" Joshie fires the last bullet in his clip. It bounces off Gordon's forehead; he chuckles. "Oh, no, actually, now I'm dead. Thank god for that last bullet, huh."

"Dead people don't talk," Joshie informs him, leaning precariously over Benrey's head and incidentally shoving Benrey's hat down over his eyes. Benrey smirks slightly and offers Josh yet another nerf gun, despite the fact that there are only supposed to be three in the house right now.

"better, uh. better hit him again," he says.

"Pretty sure horses don't talk either," Gordon points out, and gets a bullet to his right glasses lens for his trouble. "Owugh, I— you've blinded me! I, I'm gonna need eyepatches—"

"Don't tell my horse what he can do! He's special," Joshie commands as he shoots a couple more nerf bullets into Gordon.

"yeah, you saying i'm not special?"

"No, you're definitely special," Gordon says wryly. "I'm saying you aUPFLUGH—"

Joshie shrieks with laughter as Gordon spits out the nerf bullet that got him right in the mouth. He takes a second on the floor himself, wheezing into his arms. "Okay. Okay, I'm definitely dead, cowboy, you got me."

"DADDY DEAD," Joshie screeches, and Gordon surreptitiously lifts his glasses to watch him. He's got his hands fisted in Benrey's hat, who holds him firmly in place by the legs until Joshie flips forward out of his reach in a somersault. Gordon barely has time to panic before Benrey, his hat still covering his eyes, catches the boy neatly in his arms and sets him gently on the ground. "DADDY DEAD DADDY DEAD DADDY—"

"Whoaaa, kid, relax— oof,” Gordon wheezes, catching Josh in his arms just before he leaps his whole weight onto Gordon’s chest. He’s almost getting to be too big for that. “Yeah, Daddy dead. What do we do next, partner?”

“Ummm.” Joshie’s eyes go unfocused for a long second as he thinks. Horribly fond, Gordon sits up with him and bounces him a few times til Joshie smiles, gap-toothed and sweet as he looks up at Gordon. “We put your dead corpse on the horse!”

Gordon snorts, eyeing Benrey. He’s at least half a foot shorter than Gordon (and hasn’t even bothered fixing the hat still covering his eyes). “I don’t think the horse can carry me, bud, I’m not exactly cowboy-sized like you.” He flicks the brim of Josh’s hat, who pouts.

“But we gotta bring the bad guy back…”

“Aw,” Gordon says, grazing his son’s cheek with his knuckle. “Well maybe you can walk the bad guy back instead? I promise I’ll go back to being dead as soon as we get back to the saloon.”

“no i can do it.”

“YES,” Josh shouts, leaping out of Gordon’s arms to do a little dance. “DEAD DADDY HORSE RIDE, DEAD DADDY HORSE RIDE!”

“Woah, Benrey, you don’t have to,” Gordon starts, but by the time he’s gotten to his feet Benrey’s already sunk to his knees, his back to Gordon.

“nah s’cool, i can do it,” he says mildly. Joshie continues marching around him, hollering his little head off, as Benrey glances back over his shoulder at Gordon like his eyes aren’t still covered by his stupid hat. “unless you’re too scared? josh did it and he’s a baby. you a baby?”

“I’m not a baby,” Gordon says at exactly the same time and with exactly the same intonation as Joshua. They glance at each other, eyebrows raised in identical surprise, as Benrey audibly stifles a laugh.

“ok then get on,” he goads.

Gordon rolls his eyes. “Fine. But if you fu— if you mess up your back doing this, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“mleuh mleuh mleuh,” Benrey says just loudly enough to be heard as Gordon hesitantly steps forward.

Gordon’s a big guy and has been for a while. Besides Coomer and his mecha-implants, it’s probably been something like a decade since anyone carried him, and he kinda doubts Benrey’s gonna be the one to break that streak. But Joshie’s parading around them excitedly and Benrey’s waiting on him, so Gordon awkwardly shuffles forward until he’s practically straddling Benrey’s back while also trying kinda hard to not actually touch him.

“yo,” Benrey says. Gordon glances down at him to find that his stupid face is still covered. “d’you wanna fall.”

“No,” Gordon snaps. “If you’re just gonna drop me—”

“no, m’saying you— you gotta hold on,” Benrey says. “like, up here.” He pats his shoulders. “y’know, like a. hug.”

“This,” Gordon says, backing away, “is so stupid—”

“No! Daddy!!” He feels tiny hands push at his calves. Joshie turns his face up to him, puppy dog eyes on full, and aw, dammit. “You’re dead, you gotta do what I say! Y’gotta hug Benny so you can be safe and we can bring your corpse to the saloon!”

“yeah, s’about safety,” Benry agrees, and the shit-eating grin is only a little obvious in his voice. Gordon groans at the ceiling.

“Fine! Just don’t fuc— just. Just don’t drop me,” he warns, and wraps his arms around Benrey’s neck and shoulders.

Immediately, Benrey’s arms hook under Gordon’s legs. There’s a moment of intense disorientation as Benrey’s knees unbend and Gordon is actually lifted off his feet and into the air, all his weight resting on Benrey’s back and arms.

“Holy shit,” Gordon yelps, breaking his seven-hour-long streak of not swearing in front of his impressionable kid. He unthinkingly tightens his grip around Benrey’s neck, sure he’s gonna fall, til the other man grunts. “Oh— sorry, I—”

“s’cool,” Benrey says, clearing his throat. He hitches Gordon higher onto his back and suddenly Gordon’s almost comfortable, his legs resting on Benrey’s soft hips, his front pressed all along the warmth of Benrey’s back, Benrey’s arms surprisingly solid and his hands cupped berneath Gordon's thighs for support. “i gotcha.”

Gordon makes some kind of noise that he hopes is lost under Joshie’s cheering. Benrey can just fucking pick him up, like it’s easy? No way. It's gotta be some not-human shit or something, Gordon's a full-grown adult—

"you good, man?" Benrey asks, and although he's clearly trying to hide it Gordon can hear a bit of strain in his voice. Not alien shit, then— just Benrey, holding him up. Gordon's not sure what to think about that.

"Yeah," Gordon murmurs instead. He leans a little more into Benrey; he's surprisingly warm. It's nice. "You?"

"yea," Benrey says quietly.

Carefully, balancing himself so he doesn't fall or destabilize Benrey, Gordon tweaks Benrey's hat back into place. Eyes clear, Benrey blinks and looks back at him, startled; for reasons Gordon himself doesn't know, he offers him a smile.

He can feel Benrey swallow. As Joshie cheers and directs them towards the kitchen, Benrey smiles back.

i've got some longer-form stuff to work on in the immediate future but if you like, feel free to send me a "drabble" request with 1-5 words and 1+ characters :) thanks for reading!

#hlvrai #hlvrbtaiisa #frenrey #saint writes

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All my SPN art/fic prompts in one place:

Updated whenever I add a new art prompt on twitter.

-Sam "accidentally" gets Dean a matching tan trench coat to wear with his fed outfit on a case with the three of them.

-Cas is hiding a cat in the bunker, and incorrectly thinks he's being sneaky enough Dean doesn't know.

-Cas in casual flannel hunter attire.

-Sam teaching Jack (And a reluctant Cas) how to ride a bike while Dean helps (heckles) from the sidelines.

-Charlie dressing up Cas with the intent of dragging him to comic con.

-Dean asleep on Cas’ lap on Baby’s hood under the stars.

-Cas burning breakfast while Dean hovers despairingly.

-Cas, Eileen, Dean, Jack and Sam go bowling for a case, but end up really enjoying themselves.

-Dean working under the hood of the impala, explaining shit, while Cas just looks more confused than he ever has in his life.

-Jack got hurt doing something with Dean they for sure shouldn't have been doing, and Dean is trying to help him patch up before Sam or Cas can see them and find out.

-Dean laughing his ass off while Cas is struggling/stressed stuck in one of those paper finger traps. (Bonus: Sam in background like "You could literally just break out of that...")

-Dean curled up on his bed watching Jeopardy and guessing all the answers, unaware of Cas just watching him in awe as their arms lightly touch.

-Eileen and Cas excitedly comparing knife fighting styles.

-Sam gives Cas a guinea pig.

-Cas and Dean back again on that dream dock from season 4, just chillin'.

-Cas rescues and relocates all the poor abandoned beehives Cain left behind when he died.

-Cas washed his tan coat with a red towel and now is stuck with a pink coat. (Bonus: Dean thinks this is the funniest thing that has happened in recorded history. Cas is confused/alarmed by his reaction.)

-Dean using a reluctant Cas in place of an engine hoist.

-It's Chuck's season 15 "The Trap" predicted future, but Cas shares the mark with Dean and they both get buried in that Ma'lak box together.

-Dean napping in a hammock in the sun. Cas is in an Adirondack chair reading a book.

-Dean teaching Cas how to tie a tie for the first time.

-Dean and Cas in the back seat of the impala, huddled together for warmth as a snowstorm that stranded them rages outside.

-Dean going alone to bury Benny's body in his old grave after Benny decided to stay in Purgatory.

-Cas putting his coat around Dean's shoulders when it is freezing cold. (Bonus: Eileen offering Sam her coat when he is freezing cold on a hunt.)

-Dean struggling inside with groceries, pizzas, AND rare magic relics because he refuses to make 2 trips.

-Charlie giving Cas advice on how to woo Dean based on the flirting techniques Dean taught her when they first met.

-Dean collecting different blue ties whenever he finds one that catches his eye and sneaking them into Cas' drawer when he isn't looking. -Sam finds the bloody handprint jacket and tries to be helpful by washing it and has to comfort Dean through one of the worst panic attacks of his life.

-Dean looking at a string of unanswered texts to Cas after he told Mary to leave during the BMoL drama, trying to convince himself he's not desperate enough to use prayer.

-Bobby gives six year old Dean a stuffed animal, and he cries because he hasn't had one since they burned in the fire. (Even though he tries to insist he's too old for one.)

-Random SPN art/fic prompt: Dean packing up the like five personal items Cas had in his bunker room after "Despair" and finding the picture of him (both of them?) in a cowboy hat.

-Dean takes Cas to buy winter gear so he blends in during a case at a ski resort. "Dean... I don't feel the cold." "You're going to look like a lunatic. Put on the damn hat."

-Newly human Cas frustrated that he consistently loses one sock in the dryer EVERY time, but it's just Dean stealing his socks to fuck with him.

-It's the episode Moriah, but Dean actually DOES use "The Equalizer" on Jack. (Right in front of Cas and Sam.)

-Jack is going on a date. Sam, Cas, and Dean each give him some advice one on one. The advice is progressively worse from each of them.

-Dean quietly struggling but doing his best to learn ASL using youtube videos after Eileen is back.

-Sam walks in to find Dean two feet away, staring into Cas' eyes, tears streaming down his face, hands clenched in agony. Jack is watching.

Sam: "Staring contest?" Jack: "Yes." Sam: "Dean... you know he doesn't have to blink-" Dean: "SHUT UP I'M GONNA WIN."

-John gives Dean the impala and he is so excited for like .03 seconds before he realizes his dad is leaving him too.

-Dean goads Cas into helping him move everything in the bunker two inches to the left while Sam and Jack are gone. Sam is annoyed but Jack is wildly disoriented and concerned.

-French Mistake universe Jensen/Jared return to their lives to find most of the crew dead and their credit cards maxed out.

-During the weeks Dean spent looking for Cas in purgatory, Dean prays to Cas every night. Until one night he decides it's not worth it.

And Cas spends all night worried Dean died, until Dean resigns to starting up again the next night.

-It's "Carry On". Cas slips away from heaven and cuts out his grace, planning on living out his life with Sam and Dean. He's fully human. He gets there just in time to meet Sam. On his way back from the barn. Too late. Dean's gone.

-Jack moves back into the bunker and adopts another snake. It escapes and Cas and him look for it for hours.

They find the snake on the kitchen floor with Dean standing on the table trying/failing to look casual about it.

-Sam watches Cas make and slide Dean a cup of coffee in the morning. "Cas, why do you always make Dean a cup of coffee in the mornings?" "I like the taste of coffee." "You never make yourself a mug-" And realizes and Dean is just dying.

-After his wings are restored, Dean has Cas fly him back in time just so he can purchase a replacement of that wine colored carhartt shirt his loves, because it's discontinued.

-They're not together yet. Dean comes home to find a single rose in his room, like Cas was going to give the manager from Heaven Can't Wait. Only Cas could have left it. Bonus: This idiot can't figure out what it means.

-Post Despair, Sam walks by room 7b one evening and overhears Dean inside. He sneaks a peek and Dean is just sitting against the wall, eyes closed, bottle in his hands, "telling Cas" about his day.

-It's not that Cas CAN'T fly, it's that it'll burn him out with the rest of his grace and he won't survive it. They're surrounded. Cas grabs his hand and it's over before Dean even knows what happened.

-It's Tombstone, but it's not Cas. It's just a shapeshifter or leviathan. Dean doesn't test him and gets himself killed, from his brief perspective, by Cas' hands.

-Jack starts flying Cas around as often as he can because he notices Cas misses being able to fly badly.

-Dean never wears sunscreen because Cas always just heals him at the end a long day outdoors. The first outing after Cas is human Dean gets the worst sunburn of his life. Bonus: Sam made sure Cas wore his sunscreen, so he's fine.

-Cas returns to the bunker s15 after Mrs. Butter's leaves. Jack is distressed that Cas missed it all. The first night when everyone is asleep Cas finds Jack in the map room with an un-carved pumpkin, a poorly wrapped Christmas gift, and a smile for him.

-After Cas is taken by the empty and Chuck is defeated, Dean can't bring himself to talk to Sam about it. He ends up going to Jody and breaking down, telling her everything and letting her comfort him.

-Charlie dresses up Cas as the 10th Doctor for Halloween ("You basically already dress up as him anyway!") and afterwards Cas won't wear anything BUT converse.

-Cas comes back to the motel room to find Kaia with a salt filled shotgun aimed at Dean. Claire is painting his nails while Dean looks ready to murder everyone in a five mile radius.

-Sam, Dean, and Cas trying to walk on a frozen pond and none of them even halfway have their footing.

-Season 8. Dean for some reason ends up hunting, like ACTUALLY hunting deer. Things go wrong and then worse. Dean ends up disarmed and running from an angry territorial buck. Cas straight up has to fly in and smite a deer for him. (Prompt by Matt)

-"Goodbye Stranger" but Cas doesn't break out of it in time. He just stands there after it's done, expecting it to reset like it always does in the warehouse. Another death. A new Dean. Except it never does. He comes back to himself and it's too late.

-Cas' bunker closet consists of one tan coat, a suit, three blue ties, a single pair of shoes, a sentimental cowboy had and thirty seven old band shirts he's stolen from the back of Dean's closet when he's not looking.

-Dean keeps putting "kick me" post-it notes on Sam's back and Jack and Cas keep just obeying them because they don't know not to. Bonus: Eileen figured it out a long time ago, but thinks it's even funnier than Dean does.

-Cas starts entering Dean's dreams like he did with the dock in season 4. He helps Dean fight back the nightmares every night while he sleeps.

-Dean burns both of their cowboy hats when he can't have a proper pyre because The Empty didn't leave him a body.

-Set in the episode "Carry On". Sam having to pull his brother's boneless cooling body up off that nail. Having to drag him out and cover it. He's never built a pyre alone. He's never been the one to wrap the shroud. And he's never burnt Dean before.

-Sam drags Cas and Dean out to investigate a case at a resort, but there is no case, Sam is just forcing Dean to take a god damn vacation the only way he knows how.

-Human Cas, established Destiel. 

Dean notices Cas buys this fruity strawberry shampoo, and he hates it. But seeing it's what Cas likes, he buys it next time they’re out. 

Cas notices Dean buys this fruity strawberry shampoo, and he isn't a fan. But seeing it's what Dean likes, he buys it when they run out again.

Sam snuck the shampoo in there to fuck with them.

-Months after the empty took Cas, Dean has to move Cas' truck. When he turns it on, THE MIX TAPE™ is playing. Dean barely keeps it together.

He needs a distraction, maybe something with Sam. He opens his computer and searches. A pie festival. Perfect.

-Claire calls Dean and prays to Cas individually for backup on a case. When they get there she locks them both in a warded closet and tells them they can't come out of the closet until they 'come out of the closet'.

-Dean's Birthday: Cas surprises him with a Betta fish and Dean has literally no idea what to make of it.

-Dean's birthday: They host a surprise party for him, but he has the reflex reaction like being woken up in Tombstone.

-Dean's birthday: He's turning 12 and they're at Bobby's and he's making sure it's the best he can manage.

-Dean's birthday: It's the year Sam is away at college. His dad is hunting separately. He is alone.

-Dean's birthday: Dean walks into an utterly destroyed bunker kitchen and is presented a plate of cookies by an excited and flour covered Jack. (Bonus, Cas helped and is somehow more of a mess.)

-Dean's birthday: Cas/Sam/Eileen/Jack are all celebrating with him at a diner.

-Dean's birthday: Cas gives him a mixtape.

-Dean's birthday: Crowley sends some sort of clearly thoughtful but wildly demonic present to his doorstep.

-Dean's birthday: He's choppin off vamp heads, blood flying, wearing a blood splattered birthday hat.

-Dean's birthday: Dean comes home to find one of every type of pie that can be bought laid out across the map table with like 30 cans of whipped cream.

-Dean's birthday: Cas and him sitting, watching the sun set. "Was it a good birthday?" "It was."

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UPDATE: As the number of prompts has now exceeded 300, they can be found in this google doc list instead.

#every time one of you sends me art from this list #i grow stronger #I have a folder of it on my computer #i look at it when I'm sad to feel happy

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in your expert opinion what are some of the most destiel-heavy episodes of spn? i stopped watching around season 7 and have no interest in engaging w the plot of the show at all but i’m in the mood for some gay yearning ykwim

Hi anon! Thank you for reaching out to me about this, I’m, no-joke, very flattered. I’d seen a couple posts on this same question, very thorough and detailed lists on Destiel-centric episodes, but at the moment I cannot find any of them, that would’ve answered your request much faster. So, in advance, sorry, my reply is probably coming in extremely late, but I did write this from scratch, so yeah.

Even though storylines in SPN can be very shitty and hollow, I do feel that to get the full Destiel experience -that long-drawn yearning- one would have to watch the entirety of the show, even if Cas isn’t in the episode or if there’s no explicit mention of their relationship/bond because it gives you a better understanding of them as characters and of how their relationship affects the narrative.

Now, you mentioned you stopped around S7, which is completely understandable and justified given the Dick plot game was very weak and, in my opinion, annoying (so little Cas!). I’m going to start listing from S7 in case you want to refresh your SPN before jumping straight into unseen episodes. Also, since you mentioned no interest in the plot and are specifically craving those sweet crumbs of gay yearning, I’ll skip most one-sided / too subtle episodes and cut to the chase.

Lastly, I hate spoiling things, but you’ve probably seen it all on Tumblr. I tried to keep the episodes’ descriptions short, as it might come in useful. Stuck to key words, quotes and/or little comments.

 Season 7

7x01 – Meet the New Boss: Godstiel, sincere apology. Cas: “I'm gonna find some way to redeem myself to you.”

7x02 – Hello, Cruel World: Mourning. Trench coat melancholy. The heart-wrenching eulogy: “Dumb son of a bitch.”

7x17 – The Born-Again Identity: Emmanuel!Cas, reunion, longing, hurt.

7x21 – Reading is Fundamental: Honey!Cas, hug, hurt, reunion, that painful SORRY (board game) scene.

7x23 – Survival of the Fittest: Honey!Cas, forgiveness, adorable, wified Cas. Dean hits us with: “Nobody cares that you're broken, Cas!" but also “I'd rather have you, cursed or not.”

Season 8 (this season is so good and Destiel is the driving motor of it, I swear. If you can, watch it complete.)

8x01 – We Need to Talk About Kevin: Dean in Purgatory looking for the angel.  Cas is referred to as “your [Dean’s] angel.”

8x02 – What’s Up, Tiger Mommy?: HUG!!!, Purgatory reunion, face touch, very romantic. Monster: “ You'll find your angel there.” //  Dean: “Let me bottom-line it for you. I'm not leaving here without you.”

8x05 – Blood Brother: Cas vs. Benny cat fight lol. Dean: “Cas... we're gonna shove your ass back through the eye of that needle if it kills all three of us.”

8x07 – A Little Slice of Kevin: Cas comes back from Purgatory, but before that Dean starts seeing him in places. Very tragic; hallucinating your dead significant other trope. Has That boner scene. Dean: “I did everything I could to get you out! EVERYTHING!” Cas helps Dean see what truly happened in Purgatory and not his self-altered memories. PACKED!

8x08 – Hunteri Heroici: Hilarious, romantic, intimate. Dean and Cas have an heart to heart. They actually communicate. Cas “I’ll watch over you.”

8x10 Torn and Frayed: They work a case together, and when I say heart eyes…

8x17 – Goodbye Stranger: THIS. EPISODE. Dean “I need you.”

8x19 – Taxi Driver: Separation. Naomi to Dean: "You're hoping Castiel will return to you. I admire your loyalty; I only wish he felt the same way."

8x22 – Clip Show: Lack of trust, hurt, tense interactions. Romantic too (basically, Cas gets Dean an apology basket).

8x23 – Sacrifice: Meaningful conversation and a gay couple hit by Cupid parallel. Dean “So this is it? E.T goes home?"

 Season 9

9x01 – I think I’m Gonna Like it Here: Dean prays to Cas IN.A.CHAPEL. Worry, longing, separation. Dean “Please, man, I need you here.”

9x03 – I’m No Angel: Human!Cas and jealous!Dean.

9x06 – Heaven Can’t Wait: Human!Cas TEXT-BOOK LONGING. GAY AS FUCK. Gazing, touching, they even TALK (for real).

9x09 – Holy Terror: Adorable Cas, flirty vibes, happyish, funny. Cas: “Cas is back in town!”

9x10 – Road Trip: Cas comforts Dean, Cas and Crowley bitching at each other, overall protective!Cas.

9x18 – Metafiction. Cas finds out about the Mark of Cain.

9x21 – King of the Damned: Hug, strong boyfriends vibes.

9x22 – Stairway to Heaven: Cas gives up an entire army, for Dean. Metatron about Cas “He's in love………………………. with humanity.”

9x23  – Do You Believe in Miracles?: At this point, it’s canon stated that Cas will do anything and lose everything if that means saving Dean. Metatron to Cas “You draped yourself in the flag of heaven, but ultimately, it was all about saving one human, right?”

 Season 10

10x01 – Black: Demon!Dean and sick/brokenhearted Cas in a slutty robe missing his man.

10x03 – Soul Survivor: ICONIC. Angel on Demon action! Cas turns down Hannah because he’s too gay and in love. Intimate Deancas talk.

10x05 – Fan Fiction: No Cas, but Destiel references. 

10x09 – The Things We Left Behind: That.Lunch.Date. Deancas introduction to co-parenting.

10x14 – The Executioner’s Song: We get Daddy Murder aka Cain. This is a Pivotal episode to understand Dean’s character development. Plus, it has Deancas interactions.

10x16 – Paint It Black: No Cas, but Dean opens up in confessionary; repressed BISEXUAL AS FUCK.

10x18 – Book of the Damned: Charlie meets Cas. Gay energies everywhere. Cute domestic little scene.

10x20 – Angel Heart: PARENTING! Essential to understand Cas from this point forward.

10x22 – The Prisoner: Just… just watch it. One of THEE Destiel episodes.

10x23 – Brother’s Keeper: No Deancas interactions but it’s the finale, and I recommend watching it because next season takes off literally right from here. No time jumps.

 Season 11

11x02 – Form and Void: Could skip to the very end which is when Cas comes back.

11x03 – The Bad Seed: Cursed!Cas. Dean takes care of him, even wraps him in a blanket. He also cradles his face. Extreme Hurt/Comfort. Jacting joices rejoice.

11x10 – The Devil in the Details: Could skip but has Casifer in it. Interesting to see his dynamic with Dean.

11x18 – Hell’s Angel: Casifer. Dean "It? It's not an it, Sam, it's Cas!"

11x23 – Alpha and Omega: Huggg! Cas willing to go on a guaranteed suicide mission with Dean. Very tender and sad.

 Season 12

12x02 – Keep Calm and Carry On: ANOTHER HUG! Dean presents his boyfriend to his mom<3 Soft and romantic.

12x09 – First Blood: Reunion hug<3, Cas pining… as in he counts his every minute without Dean.

12x10 – Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets: Direct parallel with canon couple. Crystal-clear mutual affection. One of the best. Angel Ishim to Cas about Dean “I'm gonna help you. I'm gonna cure you of your human weakness same way I cured my own… by cutting it out.”

12x12 – Stuck in the Middle with You: A dying Cas confesses his love. “I love you. I love all of you.”

12x19 – The Future: We find out Dean gave Cas a MIXTAPE!!! Very romantic and full of yearning, also worry and what could be seen as a betrayal (ish…).

12x23 – All Along the Watch Tower: Hands down, one of the most distressing Destiel episodes. Cas dies.

 Season 13

13x01 – Lost and Found: This is the worst because you have Dean trying to assimilate Cas’ death. Core of Dean’s widow’s arc. Jack introduction, that’s their new kid.

13x02 – The Rising Son: Widow’s arc (you could skip it, but why would you?).

13x03 – Patience: Widow’s arc (you could skip it, but why would you?). Dean to Sam “He manipulated him, he made him promises, said, ‘paradise on earth’ and Cas bought it and you know what that got him? It got him dead! Now you might be able to forget about that, but I can’t!”

13x04 – The Big Empty: Continuation of widow’s arc and Cas wakes up in the Empty. The Empty to Cas: "I know who you love. There's nothing for you back there." // Dean to Sam “I need you to keep the faith, for both of us. ‘Cause right now, I… Right now, I don’t believe in a damn thing.”

13x05 – Advanced Thanatology: Suicidal and hopeless Dean gets his win. Cas comes back. Gives me the chills.

13x06 – Tombstone: COWBOY BOYFRIENDS!

13x14 – Good Intentions: Happy and fun Destiel scene. So Very Married.

13x23 – Let The Good Times Roll: Season finale, Dean talks about retiring (plans include Cas of course) and just very nice to see them interact.

Season 14

14x03 – The Scar: Reunion.

14x08 – Byzantium: Deanand Cas dealing with their child’s death, then bringing him back by Cas making a deal with the Empty. IMPORTANT EPISODE.

14x09 – The Spear: Cas uses the royal We – married behavior.

14x10 – Nihilism: Dean is stuck in his own mind, and Cas and Sam try to bring him back. Cas “Please, you have to -- you have to try to remember, because the people in your life -- in your real life, out there -- we need you to come back.”

14x12 – Prophet and Loss: Dean gets his very own Dr. Sexy, aka Dr. Cas.

14x14 – Ouroboros: Basically another date (their kid tags along) and They TALK. Very intimate and established marriage vibes.

14x18 – Absence: Shits starts to go south. [ Dean: “Who cares what Jack said? We don't know what happened! But I swear, if he did something to her, if she is -- (points to Castiel) Then you're dead to me. (Castiel looks crushed after Dean says that).]

14x20 – Moriah: Tense and very upsetting. Relationship very damaged.

 Season 15 (I would advise watching the entire season because it relies heavily on Destiel. They’re the heart and the emotional motor leading the plot onwards.)

15x01 – Back and To The Future: Deancas’ in the aftermath of their kid’s death. Tension gets worse.

15x02 – Raising Hell: Tension rises, this is very intense. Cas “Dean. You asked, "What about all of this is real?" We are.”

15x03 – The Rupture: Breaking point ends in divorce.

15x06 – Golden Time: Painful phone call which speaks volumes about the current state of their relationship at the time. Also, good to see where they’re standing and how they’re coping.

15x08 – Our Father Who Aren’t in Heaven: Strained relationship so obvious they’re offered couples’ therapy.

15x09 – The Trap: MASTERPIECE. Back to Purgatory. Can (and is) taken as Dean’s love confession (because it is). 

15x12 – Galaxy Brain: So married. Little domestic date, you can see LOVE written in their faces.

15x13 – Destiny’s Child: AU!Dean and Sam. Not a yearning episode per se, but AU!Dean? SO GAY.

15x17 – Unity: God reveals that the only act of free will in any universe he ever created has been Cas choosing Dean.

15x18 – Despair: Cas confesses his love to Dean.

#Anonymous #thanks for coming to my ted talk #im posting this at 2:30 am so i'll most likely reblog it at a more reasonable hour ..in case anon is closer to my time zone #why am i even saying this..im sleepy #destiel #answered #destiel episode guide #there might be number/name mistakes because again sleepish.forgive me #long post

[americachavez]

did cas really tell dean to kneel before their new god? did that actually happen? i thought him beating the shit out of dean in that alley was the most unrestrainedly horny thing this show had ever done ACTUALLY you know what scratch that new question: top horny moments from the cw's supernatural (2005 - 2020)

getting this ask feels like my sins of the last week have been weighed against the Trials I Have Gone Through since the premier of supernatural on the wb in september of 2005 and I’m not sure if it is a punishment or reward

some notes before we begin:

the ep with dean’s male siren was like, conceptually horny but not actually that horny because the dude was uglie. I’m sorry to this man

all you sam girls out there. I respect you but I do not respect jared padalecki who is JUST tall and has zero sex appeal. but those eps where he’s like, drinking ruby’s blood and then eating her pussy are. you know. I’ll give you that

I am ONLY UP TO SEASON 10 so fair warning this is not comprehensive but the horniness does seem to drop off sharply after the mark of cain is no longer in play lol gotta love a good demon murder tattoo plot

this is easily the most insane thing I’ve ever done, including the destiel manifesto

S1 EP12: the scene where dean gets healed by the faith healer, on his knees with a hand in his hair and looking somewhere between religious ecstasy, brain death and an orgasm. starting this list off great

S1 EP22: azazel possessing john winchester. no I will not explain further if u know u know <3

S3 EP10: dean being taunted by a dream version of himself, this is where we first got the daddy’s blunt little instrument line. still burned in my hippocampus a good 13 years later thank yew

S4 EP1: dean crawling out of his own grave covered in grave dirt. hot. the HANDPRINT. HOT. also tangent but this reveal after the s3 finale was WILD back in 2008 I hollered in my dorm room after canvassing for obama. simpler times man

S4 EP 1: cas’ intro scene. the barn. the shadow wings. the hair??? getting stabbed in the chest by the man you just pulled out of hell. getting aaaallll up in that personal space. his little eyebrow. “you don’t think you deserve to be saved.” OUTRAGEOUSLY FLAMING

S4 EP02: “I dragged you out of hell I can throw you back in.” <<< this angel tops. mark dean down as scared and horny etc

S4 EP16: this ENTIRE EPISODE but specifically the part where dean tortures alastair as some kind of foreplay and then alastair kicks his ass. carved you into a new animal. jesus.

S4 EP16: wait I forgot about the part where cas also gets his ass kicked and looks all....hm. dazed and covered in blood while he’s on his knees and about to die. yeah.

S5 EP4: I mean this entire ep is unfairly horny considering everyone is dying of a zombie plague and hasn’t showered in like, 4 years but if I had to pick one hmmm. the dean/dean interrogation scene with the panty kink yeah I know it’s not original but hm. it happened. also misha collins just being able to convey that CAS IS A FLEXIBLE SLUT with a single roll of his shoulders. who SAYS this man can’t act!!!!!

S5 EP18: the ALLEY SCENE. DEAN DOESN’T FIGHT BACK. CAS HOLDS HIM UP OFF THE GROUND AND THEN THROWS HIM ACROSS THE ALLEY. WHY DID EVERYONE THINK CAS COULDN’T TOP. you all had brainworms.

S5 EP18: when cas locks dean in the panic room to stop him from saying yes to michael and “well cas not for nothing but the last person who looked at me like that I got laid” I hate this show. wait I think the blow me cas line is in this episode too what the fuck were they on here

S6 EP5: the scene where dean gets turned into a vampire. between the old dude who I think calls dean a pretty boy (??) and soulless sam....watching??? no ******* but there were just some absolutely foul energies in that scene and I still do not understand WHAT they were thinking

S6 EP20: cas doing a double smite on two demons by slamming them to the ground and then shoving another demon back in its vessel and then smiting him in the same motion. TOP. ENERGY.

S6 EP22: season 6 is possibly cas’ horniest season because he’s like, going through angel puberty after getting his first boner for dean, but the final cas eps are. whoof. cas eats a bunch of souls and proclaims himself to be a new god in order to handle said boner, and then the season ends with cas telling them to bow down and profess their love to him, their new lord, or he will destroy them. note: the way this is framed makes it look like cas is only staring at dean while he says this, even though sam and bobby are also there. the season ends with dramatic zooms on both cas and dean’s faces respectively. this made me actively regret ditching this show after s5 lol

S8 EP??: literally EVERY SINGLE PURGATORY FLASHBACK. cas dean and benny are all purgatory hot in the “pop 10 cranberry pills and risk the UTI” kind of way but also. dean being the hot girl bottom between two tops who hate each other. I really. whew. I need to go take a shower.

S8 EP17: if I get canceled for including the crypt scene on this list I blame you bud. but dean on his knees begging a brainwashed cas to stop killing him WAS sexy. how many times has dean been on his knees in this list wait there’s another one coming up next jsldjfsldkjf

S9 EP2: abaddon getting dean on his knees (YEAH) and pulling his hair and praising him for always coming when called HELLO???? the only thing that ruins this is dean says “I can’t tell if we’re gonna fight or make out” because this is the CW and they won’t let him say fuck

S9 EP6: ah. this entire episode is Emotionally Horny but the horny horny part is when they’re in the car and dean is telling cas to unbutton his shirt and. watches. I know this was on my destiel manifesto but I need it here too

S9 EP9: cas, covered in blood, slitting another angel’s throat and eating his grace after getting tortured. that shot alone made me understand why this website was so goddamn horny for misha collins for nearly a damn decade

S9 EP11: MARK OF CAIN BABEY. cain watching dean beat up a bunch of demons as an audition for taking on the mark, while crowley also is a fucking voyeur to the whole thing. cain is also a hot silver fox with daddy energies. I said what I said

S9 EP 16: dean getting the first blade. he’s chained to a pillar and being menaced by a foppish dandy who wants to add him to his “collection” (WOW). dean then kills him with the blade and whew. murder is sexy sometimes

S9 EP21: dean being pinned against a wall by abaddon’s power, then using the mark of cain to break her hold, calling the first blade to him psychically and then killing her. god the mark of cain is hot

S9 EP23: dean waking up with the demon eyes NUT

S10 EP2: demon dean beating up that dude with the boring backstory and kicking his ass. really was a go on baby I got your flower moment because I hated that dude and I love demon dean

S10 EP3: demon dean being chained up and taunting sam about how his brother is gone, then hunting sam through the bunker. demon dean in general was VERY fun for me, someone who loves trash

S10 EP9: dean going berserk and killing a bunch of pedophile rapists/child abusers. I’m sorry I know this show is trying to preach morality at me about monsters and unnecessary murder and humanity or whatever but we blew past that like 8 SEASONS AGO. also the mark of cain is sexy

S10 EP14: the rest of this list is really gonna be mark of cain stuff isn’t it look I’m here to have fun. cain and dean’s fight. cain continuously tossing his mane of hair back and taunting dean with the picture of what he’s going to become, who he’s going to kill. dean begging cain to tell him that he can stop, and then ultimately killing him. rip daddy.

S11 EP4: again I have not watched this however. every shot of this episode is PRESTIGE TELEVISION because driving a muscle car is sexy. and especially the shot of dean all beat to hell and begging his car to start and giving her a little kiss from his fingers to her dash. ugh. masculinity.

S12 EP10: the bearded salt-and-pepper daddy look returns, only it’s an angel this time and he’s wearing a vest and shirtsleeves and he swordfights with a hot redheaded lady in a suit and an eyepatch. this show is good sometimes!!! and oh fuck lol I just realized this is the same guy who played krissy’s hot hunter dad in s7 probably the first guy who’s hotter as an angel than a hunter. huh.

S12 EP 11: dean riding larry the mechanical bull to “broomstick cowboy.” I have no idea where this factors into the ep but I have seen. the youtube clip

S13 EP23: from what I can tell s13 is way more emotionally horny than boner horny, although dean burning cas’ body was sexy. but the horniest part was dean saying yes to michael and then michael taking over and saying “thanks for the suit.” we are going to ignore the silliest fight scene in existence as well as the final shot ending on a FREEZE FRAME like a goddamn tiktok

S14: not gonna pick a specific moment because I have not watched yet!!! but michael dean is hot. idk why michael is weirdly hot and I cannot stand any iteration of lucifer on this television programme. it should be the reverse but I’m forever an older sibling stan apparently. someone who is catholic could probably explain this better.

S15 EP13: genevieve padalecki and danneel ackles fight flirting as ruby and anael I CANNOT BELIEVE THEY HELD OUT ON THIS TILL THE LAST SEASON

I know I am missing things but this is already an absolutely incomprehensible screed. I know I’m missing shit from the latter seasons but give me time I’m pacing myself

#reply tag #spn tag #literally no one read this lol this is insane #Anonymous

[supernatural-jackles]

Owe You One - Part 4

Title: Owe You One - Jefferson’s Starship

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 7,067

Warnings: Minor Angst, Sexual Harassment, Self-Loathing, Anxiety, Fluff, Smut, Friends with Benefits

Summary: Dean Winchester has been your best friend and neighbour for the last year. A year of finding comfort in random drop ins and casual conversations, but neither of you know the pasts that the other has. Not fully. Pasts that come back to haunt you, and ruin everything you want in life. Can you find what you’re seeking in a couple of favours and a good time between the sheets or is history doomed to repeat itself?

Owe You One - Masterlist

Squares Filled: Bartender!AU ( @spndeanbingo) FWB Relationship ( @spnfluffbingo)

A/N: Part 4!! I hope y’all enjoy this part!! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated!! Happy reading!!  

 You stirred away at the pot you had on the stove, getting dinner ready for yourself. It was Friday night, and you had just gotten home from work about half an hour ago. You changed into your comfortable pyjamas before deciding to cook yourself a nice dinner. You were going to curl up on the couch for a little while and maybe turn in early. You had nothing extensive planned. Nothing but your PVR and previous episodes of The Walking Dead to catch up on.

 You reached for a bowl in the cupboard next to you, placing it on the counter before pouring your pasta into it. You heard three loud knocks at your door, pulling you from your meal for a moment. You placed it back down on the stove before heading over to the door, opening it up. You rolled your eyes with a smile when you found Dean standing there with a smile playing on his lips. You walked away from the door, letting him walk in without protest.

 “You want something to eat? I made enough pasta for two,” you pointed out. “Four cheese.”

 “Oh fuck yes,” he nodded, taking a seat at your counter. You reached in the cupboard, grabbing another bowl before pouring some into it. You took two forks out of the drawer, bringing Dean’s bowl over first before your own. You hopped on the chair next to him, looking forward to tasting your meal.

 “Thank you for this,” he smiled, taking a forkful.

 “You’re welcome,” you beamed, taking your own bite.

 “So what are you up to tonight?” he asked nonchalantly.

 “Stuff,” you answered smuggly. “What do you want?”

 “How do you know I want something?” he claimed, his voice went up half an octave.

 “Because you didn’t call or text before coming over tonight. You usually do if you just want to hang out for the night. So I’ll ask again, what do you want, Winchester?” you chuckled.

 “Okay, I have a huge favour to ask and seen as how you’re wearing your cute comfy pyjamas, I know you aren’t doing anything tonight. I also know for a damn fact that you would never let any guy see you in those so you’re not getting laid tonight.”

 “Thank you! I get the point,” you scoffed playfully, taking another bite.

 “I need help at the bar tonight. Sammy’s gonna be late and all I’ve got is Benny. You’re the only one that I can trust,” he stated. “I’ll pay you, of course. And whatever tips you make are yours.”

 “So you want me to bartend at Jefferson’s Starship tonight and I get paid?” you chuckled. “Actual money?”

 “What, you think I’m going to pay you in sex again?” he laughed, shaking his head. “‘Cause I can if you want me to. A little touchy touchy-”

 “Shut up, Dean,” you giggled, shoving him a little. “How late do I have to stay?”

 “Just until Sam gets in,” he assured you. “Not all night.”

 “Alright, let me eat. Then I’ll go get changed. You’re lucky I like you,” you side-eyed him.

 “I owe you big time,” he breathed out in relief. “Like huge, sweetheart.”

 “I’ll take you up on it at some point,” you winked. “Really though, you don’t owe me anything. Remember, you helped me out of a very low point. That isn’t easy.”

 “I still owe you a little. You literally never go out to the bar,” he pointed out with a sad smile.

 “You are more than right. Remember that,” you winked. “How was your day anyways?”

 “Eh, it was okay. Pretty busy as usual. I kept to myself at my station. My dad worked on what he needed to do. I fixed up a couple of cars and got all my paperwork done so I don’t have to do any this weekend. Fresh start Monday morning,” he explained to you. “How was your day?”

 “It was okay. Boring as hell, but that’s my job for you,” you shrugged.

 “So you were going to use this time to unwind, huh?” he said sheepishly. You could see the guilt he felt sores across his features. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

 “It’s okay, De. I should probably try to get out more anyways. Sitting at home alone isn’t going to do me any good,” you breathed out.

 “I mean, you’re not entirely wrong. Sometimes alone time is what you need. But in this case, you’re coming out. Not to mention, I own the bar,” he smirked.

 “Yeah yeah,” you tried not to smile.

 You managed to eat your pasta in record time. You figured you’d do the dishes in the morning after your breakfast. You knew Dean had to be there soon, and you didn’t want to leave him or Benny screwed. This was a job for you and you were going to work with professionalism.

 You grabbed something comfortable and presentable to wear to the bar. A pair of dark skinny jeans with a rip in the knee. You pulled on one of your white shirts and threw one of your red flannels over it to keep with the Winchester look. After that, you grabbed your comfortable boots and your bag, heading out the door with Dean by your side.

 Dean opened up your door for you and you slipped inside. There was a part of you that wondered if this was a good idea. After all, he and his brother owned this bar; his family. Last you knew, his family hated you. All but Dean. You didn’t want Sam to walk in and kick you out or worse, yell at you in front of everyone. You didn’t want to ruin their business. This was important to both of them because they started it together. You weren’t going to be the one to come between them. You were simply going to help your friend out and go on your way home. If Dean wanted to join you later, that was fine. But you weren’t supposed to mix business with pleasure.

 Dean parked in his designated spot out the back of the bar. There was a spot for him and a spot for Sam. No one else had access to park back here. You kicked your door open, circling around the car to the front. Dean motioned for you to follow him to the doors around the front of the building.

 The second you walked into the empty bar, you smiled to yourself. This bar wasn’t like any of the bars you had been in and you had been in many of them during your college days. They wanted their place to feel like home in some sense. There was a jukebox in the corner that played only classic rock. Lots of room for people to dance. Enough tables for people to sit. Booths for those who had bigger groups. Couches and chairs set up around the tv. By the actual bar, he had stools set up all around and a tv up on the wall so people could watch from there. He had all his liquor on display and coasters stacked, ready to go. All his glassware was branded with the bar's name, and a cowboy hat. This place was something to be really proud of, that was for certain.

 “Well well, look who it is,” Benny smiled. “I’ll be damned if it isn’t miss Y/N walking in for the first time in forever.”

 “Hi Benny,” you grinned

 “Hiya darlin,” he beamed. “What can I get for you tonight?”

 “I’m working tonight,” you told him, circling around the back of the bar. “Boss needed and extra set of hands.”

 “If you need help with anything, Y/N, just let one of us know. I know you know what you’re doing,” Dean nodded.

 “You’re damn right I do,” you said confidently. You grabbed an apron from the shelf beneath the cash register. You had a notepad, a pen and a cloth in there, ready to get to work. It had been a long time since you had stepped foot behind a bar, but you were sure you were going to snap right back into it pretty quickly. “Let’s do this.”

 It wasn’t long before people flooded into the bar. Some people just getting off work, having a drink to wind down. Others coming in in groups. The three of you worked in a perfect sync with one another. Pouring and mixing drinks the fastest you could get them to the customers in a timely manner. In record time, you had about fifty dollars in tips. The night was just getting started.

 You glanced around the room as soon as the first rush died out. Everyone was distracted in some way. A group of guys watching a game on the couch by the tv. A few women sitting at a table, gossiping about their week and their husbands. Then there was a few loners sitting at the bar, sipping away at a beer or a glass of whiskey. Trying to unwind after the week. You wiped down the counter top.

 “Hey there,” a man greeted you, taking a seat at the counter right in front of you. His smile was wide as he placed his hands on the countertop.

 “What can I get for you?” you asked, taking a deep breath as you tucked your cloth back in your apron.

 “Your phone number for starters,” he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows twice. You wanted to scoff but you were working. You weren’t about to ruin Dean’s business because some guy decided to hit on you. Not to mention, he wasn’t that cute. A man like him would be just like the rest of them. They’d get off and you’d be left finishing yourself off in the shower. You weren’t doing that again.

 “Your drink order, sir?” you corrected him, trying to keep your tone in check.

 “Whiskey neat,” he stated. “And that phone number.”

 “Whiskey it is,” you declared, putting the glass down on the napkin in front of him. You reached for the bottle of whiskey behind you, knowing full well he was staring at your ass. He was treating you like you were easy and that wasn’t okay with you. You weren’t doing that anymore. No more shitty guys.

 “Don’t play hard to get, baby,” he frowned. “I saw you eyeing me the second I walked in here tonight.”

 “Enjoy your drink,” you said, your voice void of all emotions. You walked away from him, taking your cloth once more before heading out to the customers area to begin cleaning up empty glasses and bottles. Dean and Benny were still working behind the counter, serving people. It had slowed down a little more. They still had the odd person come up to them.

 You wiped down every table, gathering all the empties. You snapped back into bartender mode pretty quickly. It was something you had done for years during your college years. Dean ran a really nice bar. Everything was really clean, but you also had a feeling that his brother had something to do with it. You took note of what needed replenishing to bring it out during your next trip. You gathered up what you could, placing it on the bar to move to the back when you had the chance to. You wiped down your last table before heading to the back. You could feel the creepy guy’s eyes on you and that told you to move quicker.

 “Baby c’mere,” he cooed, standing up. Your heart began to pound in your chest. You needed to move quickly.

 “Not interested,” you stated clearly, backing away from him. He was a big guy now that you saw him compared to you. He was tall and had a strong build. His hand made its way down to your ass, tugging you into him against your will. You tried your hardest to shove him off of you, but he barely budged. “Get off of me!”

 “Hey! Hey!” Dean shouted, making his way around the bar. “Hands off of her. Now!”

 “We were just getting to know each other, right baby?” He smirked, tugging you in once more. Hearing him say those words only angered you more.

 You pushed him once more, successfully getting him off of you, but not getting as far as you would have liked. “Get the fuck off of me.”

 Dean stepped between you and the douchebag, getting in his face a little more. You could see it in the way his jaw clenched that he was pissed. When Dean was pissed, no one wanted to be near him.

 “House rules. Respecting others, especially women is the second on that list. Sexual harassment is unacceptable. Get the fuck out of my bar,” he warned him, “I’m not going to ask you again.”

 “Whatever, she’s a cheap piece of ass anyways,” he scoffed, throwing down a bill on the counter before grabbing his jacket, heading to the door.

 “You okay, sweetheart?” Dean asked as he turned to face you. His hand came up to the side of your head.

 “Yeah,” you nodded.

 “You want a drink,” he offered you, smiling softly.

 “No thank you. I’m good,” you smiled before heading around the back of the bar to finish cleaning up. You also knew you’d be safer behind the bar and that was where you wanted to be.

 “You sure, darlin’?” Benny raised his eyebrow. “I can make you a mean drink.”

 “I’m sure. I don’t drink,” you stated, placing the empty bottles in the bin.

 “Since when?” Dean furrowed his brows. “We got drunk together a few months back.”

 “Since whenever,” you shrugged.

 “I feel like there is more behind this then you’re leading on,” Benny side-eyed you with a bit of concern.

 “There is, but we’re dropping this now, okay?” you smiled, heading over to the counter to serve the next customer.

 As you handed the customer their drink, Sam walked into the bar. His hair was a bit of a mess and he looked to be in a bit of a rush. You stiffened a little. After all, Sam had to know all about you now. His mom had to have said something to him. He had always been nice to you, but that was back then. There was a whole other side to you and your family now. Sure, Sam was nice, but he wasn’t going to be happy you were here if he knew anything.

 “Hey,” Dean greeted his brother. “How’d it go?”

 “Good,” he smiled to himself. “Place is picked out and booked. We officially have a date.”

 “Don’t leave me in suspense, Sammy. Wedding date now,” Dean chuckled, wiping down a glass.

 “September 15th,” he grinned widely, reaching his hand up to the back of his head.

 “I’ll save the date,” he nodded with a big smile. “Congratulations, little brother!”

 “Thanks, De,” he shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big deal.

 You stood behind the bar awkwardly, not knowing if you should say something, or go do something else. You didn’t want to be in the way of him. This was his business too. You pulled your cloth back out, and decided to head back out to the floor to wipe down the tables again.  

 “Dean, what is she doing here?” you heard Sam say.

 “She’s helping us out because I asked her to,” Dean stated.

 “Dean, you know-”

 “Sam-”

 “No Dean, if mom or dad was to walk in right now, you’d be in so much shit,” he stated. That was your queue. You weren’t welcomed and you weren’t going to ruin a family business. You had no idea why you even agreed to in the first place. Mary told you that you were never going to be good enough for her family. Why did you think you’d be good enough to work at her son’s bar?

 “Sorry,” you breathed out, as you untied your apron. “I’m- I’m gonna go, Dean. I don’t want to ruin your business or your relationship with your family. You don’t have to pay me for tonight.”

 “Y/N, wait,” Dean called out as you began to walk away.

 “Dean, it’s cool,” you nodded, assuring him it was.

 “No, it’s not cool, Y/N. I invited you here tonight,” Dean declared, walking over to you. “My mom and dad don’t own this bar. Sammy and I do. I’ll tell you again. I don’t care who your mom is or was to my parents. I care about you and who you are to me. If Sammy has a problem with it, then he can stow it for tonight. You are welcome in this bar.” His hands made their way to your arms, holding you in place.

 “Dean, I’m not worth the trouble, okay?” you smiled weakly, pulling the few bills out of your pocket, handing them to him. “This is yours.”

 “No, they are yours. You earned them tonight. All tips are yours,” he stated.

 “Y/N, please stay,” Sam called out.

 “Please, sweetheart,” Dean pleaded, holding his hand out for you to take. “You’re off the clock. Just hang out with us for a little while. You said you needed to get out more.”

 “You want a drink Y/N?” Sam offered, grabbing a clean glass from beneath the counter.

 “Okay,” you nodded. “Water would be great.”

 “W-water?” Sam furrowed his brows.

 “She doesn’t drink,” Benny added in.

 “Ah, okay,” Sam nodded.

 You walked around the bar, taking a seat on the stool behind the bar. Sam placed a glass of water with a few ice cubes on the counter in front of you, giving you a soft smile. You knew he was trying to keep a smile on his face to keep you around for the night. It was forced at best.

 “So, no guy in your life right now, Y/N?” Benny questioned you. “You usually have someone-”

 “Nope, I don’t. Not right now,” you smiled at him, bringing your water up to your lips. Great, even Benny knew you got around, you thought to yourself.

 “You want someone? ‘Cause you know, I’m single and you’re-”

 “Benny, knock it off,” Dean warned him. “She doesn’t need another guy hitting on her tonight. House rules.”

 “What? ‘M I not good enough for you,” he teased playfully before serving the next customer.

 “You’re not my type,” you giggled. “My track record states that I only go for dicks. You’re a nice guy.”

 “So Y/N, I gotta ask,” Sam started, taking another stool, sitting close by. “I know you grew up with your mom-”

 “Sam,” Dean called out, his voice laced with a bit of anger.

 “It’s okay Dean,” you assured him.

 “Was it just you and your mom or was your dad ever around?” he questioned. You knew he was curious, and he didn’t seem to want to cause any harm to you. It was a simple question. Nothing you hadn’t been asked a hundred times before.

 “No. It was just me and my mom. I never knew my dad, in fact, I’ve never met him or know his name for that matter. My mom always told me he didn’t want anything to do with me and that was why he wasn’t around. He didn’t want me and that’s why it was the two of us. I have no idea who my dad is, or if he’s even alive at this point. I never knew anything about him,” you shared with him.

 “Were you ever curious?” Dean added in, stepping closer to you and Sam.

 “Yeah, of course I was. I grew up without a dad. The kids at school were terrible to me because I didn’t have one,” you began. “I mean, look at me now. I’m a mess ninety five percent of the time. I just wish my mom would’ve been straight with me. But at the same time, my mom slept around a lot. She had a new boyfriend every month. I doubt she even knew who my dad was.”

 “Do you think she was hiding it from you?” Sam brought up.

 “In some ways, yeah. I asked her when I was eighteen, before I left for college and she said there was no point. My dad was probably dead.”

 “If you ever wanted to find out more, Y/N, I’m sure I could do a little digging for you,” Sam offered you. It was a kind gesture but it wasn’t worth it.

 “I’m not worth that kind of trouble, Sam. I don’t want to cause any more issues with your family than I already have.”

 “Your mom’s issues weren’t your fault, sweetheart,” Dean reminded you.

 “Dean’s right, Y/N. What your mom did in the past has nothing to do with you. It bugs the hell out of my mom because you look like her. It’s still wrong that she treated you the way she did. You’re nothing like your mom,” Sam said with a sad smile. It was really nice to hear those words coming from Sam. Especially now that you were here. You didn’t want him to hate you like his family did.

 “Okay,” you breathed out. “I’m giving you the okay to take a look. It can’t hurt to find out my family history. And I’m curious as to what my mom hid from me all my life. But I don’t want to make any contact if we find out who it is.” In reality, it was probably good to find out in case you had a family history of cancer or something like that. It was too late now to ever have a father daughter relationship like you dreamed about when you were ten.

 “Deal. You are always welcome to change your mind later on, okay?”

 “Thank you,” you smiled softly at him. “Means a lot to me that you want to do this.”

 “Well well, look who decided to show up for work,” Dean greeted the two people as they walked in.

 “I thought you were short tonight, De?” you furrowed your brows.

 “Chuck and Cas work later so we can go home at a decent hour,” he told you. Both of them walked behind the bar, settling their stuff underneath the cash.

 “Hey,” a man with curly-ish hair greeted you. “I’m Chuck.”

 “Y/N,” you waved at him.

 “So uh, how you doin’?” he wiggled his eyebrows.

 “Chuck,” Dean warned him, shaking his head.

 “Oh shit, sorry. Is she your-”

 “No she’s not my girlfriend. She’s my best friend,” he stated, earning a chuckle from both you and Sam. Dean was very protective over you, and you actually kind of liked that he was.

 “Oh god, that’s worse,” he breathed out sheepishly. “It was very nice to meet you, Y/N.”

 “You ready to head out, Y/N?” Dean offered with a smile.

 “God, yes please!” you beamed, hopping off your stool.

 “I’ll grab your number from Dean,” Sam nodded, giving you a wink. Dean grabbed his jacket as you circled around the bar for the last time. You couldn’t wait to go home and change into your pyjamas. You couldn’t wait to be in the privacy of your apartment so you could finally unwind for the night.

 Dean followed behind you as you lead the way to the impala. It was just after eleven when you looked at the clock in the impala as Dean started her up. It was a long night, and some parts of it sucked, but for the most part, you were glad you did it with Dean there. His friends were also nice people to be around so that certainly helped.

 “You did good tonight,” he smiled at you as he turned out of the parking lot.

 “What can I say, I’m an ex bartender,” you chuckled. “Thanks for asking me to come out tonight.”

 “You’re welcome,” he nodded.

 “If you’re up for it, you wanna hang out at my place for a bit?” you asked him. “Only if you want to.”

 “Yeah, I’d love to,” he agreed.

 It was almost eleven thirty by the time you arrived at your front door with the keys in your hand. Dean stood right behind you, keeping a close distance. You figured after that creepy guy at the bar tonight, he was keeping you close in case something was to happen. You really did enjoy how protective he was of you. He had been ever since that day the two of you made up. It was nice to have someone want to keep you safe from harms way.

 You threw your keys on the counter as soon as you walked in. Dean locked the door behind him and kicked off his shoes on the front mat. You leaped onto the couch, flopping down on your back, earning a laugh from your best friend.

 “Long night, huh?” he said as he sat down next to you.

 “Very! I love being hit on by creepy guys. It’s my favourite,” you joked, moving up to a sitting position to give him more room on the couch. Your couch was big enough for two people to sleep on, but Dean just had to sit close to you.

 “You used to enjoy guys like that,” he teased you.

 “Eh, I wouldn’t say I enjoyed them. I prefer guys with a little more respect. Not guys that grope my ass in a crowded bar while I’m working,” you breathed out. “I don’t know. Lately I haven’t been interested.”

 “In what?” he cocked his head to the side, looking over at you.

 “Dating. Men in general,” you shrugged, leaning against the arm of the couch. “Too much to focus on and I’m a mess most days.”

 “Not even sex for you?” he questioned.

 “Eh,” you smirked. “I’ve got my own ways of handling things in that department. It’s not like any of the guys I slept with before knew what they were doing. I’m just not wasting my time.”

 “Good,” he grinned. “You deserve better than that.”

 “What about you, Winchester? You’re nearly as bad as I am for taking random people home,” you pointed out.

 “Not as of recently,” he confessed, looking down at his hands. “Part of it is how busy I’ve been. No one has really caught my eye. Everyone these days are dating, and settling down. After Cassie, I don’t really want to date right now. Especially since she left things open for when she gets back.”

 “I don’t blame you,” you nodded. “Would you get back together with her if she were to show up at your door right now?”

 “Deep question there, sweetheart,” he chuckled. “I don’t know. I haven’t heard from her since we broke up. Not even an email. If she were to knock on my door, I don’t think I could just settle back in like nothing happened.”

 “That’s understandable,” you nodded. “At least you’ve moved on a little. We slept together.”

 “You’re the last person I slept with,” he admitted.

 “You’re my last too,” you nodded. “We’re doing awesome. Although, I certainly can’t complain. You were damn good. You kept up your end of the bargain beautifully.”

 “Well, technically I owe you one for tonight,” he joked with a smirk. “I know how to drive a good bargain.”

 “I’m down if you are,” you wiggled your eyebrows with a soft smile.

 “Actually?” he cocked his eyebrow.

 “What’s the harm?” you shrugged. “Not like we haven’t before.”

 “I’m definitely in if you are,” he nodded. “No pressure at all. Only if you want to.”

 “You’re too nice to me, you know that?” you smiled at him as you moved over. You threw your leg over his legs, settling down over his lap. His hands instantly reached for your waist as his eyes went wide.

 “I wouldn’t say nice,” he breathed out. “I just care ‘bout you is all.”

 “Well, thank you. I really appreciate that you care,” you smiled. “I care ‘bout you too.”

 “Alright, this is getting too chick flicky for my liking,” he stated, leaning forward. He captured your lips with his in a soft, heated kiss that had you instantly craving more. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders tugging yourself closer to him as your tongue slipped over his bottom lip.

 His hands reached beneath your flannel, pushing the material over your shoulders in record time. You had a feeling this was going to happen fast. It was late after all, and you both had been working since nine this morning. It was going to be a quickie at best and that was more than okay with you. A quick fix to make you both feel good and that would be enough to put you to sleep right away.

 “You’re sure about this?” Dean asked you, pulling away a little.

 “Yes, more than sure,” you breathed out, pushing his flannel over his shoulders. “No foreplay this time.”

 “Got it,” he nodded. “Just a quickie?”

 “Quickie then bed,” you smile at him.

 “Roger that,” he agreed, tugging the hem of your shirt up your body, throwing it to the floor. You did the exact same to his, tearing it off of him as quickly as you could. He bucked his hips up to yours, and you could feel the bulge of him already. The thought of having him once more sent heat pooling in your core.

 You climbed off of his lap, toying with the button on your jeans before shoving them down your legs along with your panties. Dean unbuckled his belt, making quick work of removing his jeans and boxers, pushing them down his legs. His hard cock standing proud between his legs. Fuck, was he perfect.

 “Condom?” you asked him.

 “Wallet,” he nodded, reaching down to his jeans, pulling out the leather pouch. He opened it up, taking the foil packet from his wallet. You stepped forward, straddling him as he opened the packet with his teeth, taking the rubber out. You watched as he took his cock in his hand, rolling the condom down over himself. You reached behind your back, removing the final article of clothing from your body to reveal yourself to him once more.

 “You’re beautiful, you know that?” he smiled softly at you.

 “Dean,” you grinned, shaking your head.

 “You are,” he shrugged. “I like that I’m the one you went home with tonight after all the guys that hit on you.”

 “Thank you,” you half smiled. “You’re sexy as hell.”

 “Hell doesn’t sound all that sexy,” he teased you.

 “Shut up, Winchester,” you giggled. “Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

 “Please,” he chuckled.

 “Then ask me nicely,” you played, wanting to test him just a little.

 “Y/N, will you please let me put my dick inside you?” he let out a laugh, not able to keep a straight face through the entire sentence, making you laugh along with him.

 “I can’t believe you actually asked,” you cackled.

��“Shut up,” he shook his head, trying not to laugh more than he already had. “The things I do for you.”

 “Hey, the way to a girl’s heart is through humor, Winchester,” you pointed out.

 “Yeah yeah,” he scoffed. “Alright, I’m going to touch you now. Make sure you’re ready for me.”

 “By all means,” you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. His right hand came down between your legs, his middle finger brushing through your folds to see if you were ready enough for him. You knew you were more than ready to take him. The mere sight of him had you ready to go. The kissing certainly helped you get there too. He was a damn good kisser.

 “Fuck, sweetheart,” he whispered. “You’re sure?”

 “Yes,” you nodded. “You’re sure?”

 “I am,” he agreed. “Whenever you’re ready.”

 You balanced yourself on his shoulders, moving up his body to get ready. You reached one of your hands down, taking his cock before lining it up with your entrance. Your eyes met with his as you positioned the tip in place. He nodded his head, not daring to break the eye contact you held. You let yourself sync down on him, slow and steady. His eyes fluttered shut as you surrounded him in your heat.

 “Fuck, Y/N,” he breathed out as he bottomed out inside you. You could feel him twitching a little as your walls grew accustomed to him. He finally opened his eyes, meeting yours as a smile played on his lips. He slipped his hands around your back, ready to help you move on him.

 “You feel amazing, De,” you told him, leaning forward, pressing your forehead to his.

 You made yourself more comfortable before beginning to move on him. He repositioned himself beneath you, making it easier for you to ride him, and for him to meet you halfway. As you sank down on him, he thrusted upwards. His grip was tight on you, keeping you close to him. He felt amazing inside of you. Hell, almost better than he did the first time. From this angle, his cock brushed over all the sensitive spots, getting you there a little bit faster than you were expecting him to.

 His lips trailed on your neck, making your fingers curl in his shoulders. Your walls fluttered around him at the sensation. You brought your hand up to his hair, carding through his soft locks as you continued to bounce on him.

 “Shit Dean,” you cried out.

 “Feels so good,” he muttered, pulling away from your neck. “So close.”

 “Faster,” you urged him on.

 His hands slipped down to your ass, pulling you closer to him. He shifted quickly, your back hitting the couch as he fit between your legs. He snapped his hips against yours, picking up the pace to get you both there. One of his hands reached between your bodies, toying with your clit to heighten your pleasure.

 “Dean, Dean, Dean,” you moaned. Your grip tightened around his shoulders, desperate to grab onto something to keep you grounded. You were panting profusely. You felt the tightness growing in your abdomen. You were so damn close.

 “Come for me, sweetheart,” he urged you on. “Let me feel you.”

 Your walls came crashing down around him as you let out a wanton moan. Your eyes fluttered shut as you threw your head back, letting the pleasure course it’s way through your body. Your fingers curled into his back, trying to hold onto something to keep you from floating away. Your vision went white and your body began to shake just enough for you to notice.

 “Atta girl,” he encouraged you as he bucked his hips into yours. You knew he was damn close to the edge. He just needed that final push.

 “Feels so good, De,” you whispered, trailing your shaky hand up into his hair. “Come for me, Dean.”

 “Shit-” he growled, picking up his pace just a little more. He gave three hard thrusts before his cock twitched. His seed filling the condom before he collapsed on top of you, letting out a breath.

 Your hand carded through his hair, playing with his soft locks as you both came down from your highs. You turned your head, looking at the time on the clock above your tv. It was just after twelve fifteen. You knew you had to get up and get ready for bed.  

 “I just realized we did that with the curtains open,” you giggled, glancing over at the big open window.

 “Well shit,” he let out a laugh. “I hope they enjoyed the show.”

 “We should get up,” you told him. “Get ready for bed.”

 “Yeah,” he breathed out, shifting himself up. He reached down, grabbing the base of his cock to remove himself with care.

 You were the first one off the couch, leaving your clothes on the floor. You headed into your bedroom, going straight to the bathroom. Dean wasn’t far behind you, throwing the used condom into the trash in your bathroom.

 “Uh, you’re welcome to stay if you want to,” you offered him. “Or you can go, whichever you want to do.”

 “Whichever you’re more comfortable with. I don’t want to overstep,” he stated, taking a step back.

 “We literally just had sex,” you reminded him. “I don’t know what would even be considered overstepping at this point.”

 “True,” he chuckled.

 “Well, if you’d like to stay, there is an extra toothbrush in my drawer and boxers in the top drawer in my bedroom,” you told him with a soft smile. “I’m going to shower to get the smell of sex and alcohol off of me. If you want to do the same, you know where the towels are.”

 “Alright,” he nodded, turning towards the shower. You watched as he turned the nozzle, setting it on hot. “You shower first and I’ll clean up out there.

 Dean was out of the bathroom, giving you a bit of privacy. You shut the door a little, giving yourself the comfort of being alone to do what you needed to do. You went to the bathroom before slipping into the shower.

 The water was the perfect temperature for you to clean yourself up. You were just going to have a quick shower to wash your body. You could wash your hair in the morning. You just wanted to feel clean. You had the feeling Dean was staying with you tonight, and you weren’t against it persay. You didn’t want him getting the wrong idea. You weren’t looking for a relationship. You hoped it was just sex for him. That you could handle with ease. You didn’t want to do the whole ‘feelings’ thing. Not with your best friend. Sleepovers were normal for friends. Two friends could have sex without it being weird. There was nothing wrong with casual sex.

 You washed your body quickly. You could feel yourself getting more and more tired the more you stood under the stream. You just wanted to get out, brush your teeth and head to bed. Nothing more.

 The water shut off and you stepped out onto the mat you had set out. You wrapped your towel around yourself, making sure it was tight. The mirror was all steamy, and you could barely see. Not that it was going to stop you from brushing your teeth.

 “Dean, you’re good,” you called out, reaching for your toothbrush. The bathroom door opened, revealing Dean in his boxers and nothing else. He was quiet as he went about, gathering what he needed to shower. You tried your hardest to keep your eyes off of him while he moved around.

 He hopped in the shower as soon as you finished brushing your teeth. The mirror was just starting to clear when you turned away, giving Dean the privacy he deserved. You noticed as soon as you were in your bedroom that Dean had thrown your clothes in the laundry hamper. His clothes were set on the chair in the corner of your room, folded nicely.

 You grabbed the first pair of panties from your drawer, and an oversized shirt to wear to bed. You could feel yourself starting to overthink this. You didn’t want anything to change between you and Dean. You didn’t see him as anything other than your best friend. You didn’t want to date him. You didn’t want a boyfriend or a serious relationship for that matter. You didn’t want him to get the wrong impression.

 You got dressed quickly, throwing the comforter back, slipping beneath the sheets. You heard the water turn off, which meant it was only a matter of time before he was joining you in bed. You lay on your back, adjusting the covers over your chest.

 Dean emerged from the bathroom in a pair of clean boxers, shutting the light out. He circled around the bed, following the same steps. He joined you in the bed, resting on his back, looking up at the ceiling.

 “You tired?” he asked you.

 “Now that the lights are out, not really,” you chuckled. “You?”

 “No not really,” he let out a laugh. “That was fun.”

 “It was. And I’m not usually for being on top,” you admitted with a half smile.

 “Why this time?” he questioned, turning his head to look your direction.

 “I don’t know. I guess I feel a little more comfortable around you. I’m not as nervous about some things, like the way I look for example,” you confessed.

 “You’re beautiful,” he said with a laugh. “Hell, I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”

 “What, like that?”

 “That. And sex in general,” he shrugged. “I’ve got what is probably not a good idea. But you said that you’re not looking to date anyone. I’m not ready to date anyone. We’re best friends and speaking from previous experiences one and two, sex is great between us. You’re comfortable with me, and I’m comfortable with you. Why don’t we continue sleeping together? You know, get each other off, try some new things?”

 “Like a friends with benefits kind of thing?” you inquired, furrowing your brows.

 “Yeah I guess so,” he breathed out.

 “How is that going to work, Dean?” you turned to face him. “It literally never works. There are too many rules, and someone always gets hurt in the end.”

 “Not if we don’t let it,” he reminded you.

 “Fair point. If we’re going this, and that’s a big if, Dean. I don’t want stupid rules and shit, okay? Friends who have sex, try new things; whatever. Nothing about our friendship changes,” you declared.

 “Done deal. I can agree to those terms,” he nodded.

 “Good. I’m all for sex, but as soon as something goes sideways, of gets complicated, I’m out, okay?” you breathed out.

 “More than okay,” he smiled at you. “Now, are you going to deny me after sex cuddling?”

 “We had sex like half an hour ago,” you scoffed playfully.

 “Friends are allowed to cuddle, you know,” he reminded you. “It’s not going to hurt you.”

 “Fine,” you shook your head. “You’re big spoon though.”

 “Turn around then,” he smirked.

 You turned over, trying to make yourself comfortable on your side of the bed. Dean slipped his arm around your middle, his chest pressing against your back. You let yourself melt into him, feeling safe in his hold. You knew for a fact that he was going to keep the nightmares away tonight.  

 Maybe after sex cuddling wasn’t so bad after all.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Title: Ride With Me (part 23) Fandom: Supernatural Timeline: 2008 Pairing: Dean x Reader Word count: ±5200 words Summary series: Y/N is a talented horse rider who is on her way to become a professional. In order to convince her father that she deserves the loan needed to start her own farm, she goes to Arizona for six months, to intern at a ranch owned by Bobby and Ellen Singer. Her future is set out, but then she meets a handsome horseman, who goes by the name of Dean Winchester. A heartwarming series about a cowboy who falls for the girl, letting go of the past and the importance of family. Summary part 23: The Flagstaff Horsefair has turned out to be a huge success, but before they go home, an unexpected visitor changes everything. Warnings series: NSFW, 18+ only! Fluff, angst, eventually smut. Swearing, smoking, alcohol intoxication, alcohol abuse. Mutual pining, heartbreak. Crying, nightmares, childhood trauma. Description of animal abuse, domestic violence, mentions of addiction. Financial problems, stress, mental breakdown. Description of blood and injury, hospital scenes, character death, grief. Music: Dean’s ride: Time Has No Mercy - The Common Linnets  Follow ‘Kate Huntington’s Ride With Me playlist’ on Spotify! Author’s note: Thank you @atc74​​​, and @winchest09​​​ for helping me. Also a special thanks to @jules-1999​​​, who has offered me her knowledge about rodeo events like these, and @squirrelnotsam​​​, who knows Arizona like the back of her hand.

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     The final day of the Flagstaff Horsefair 2008 is well on its way, the sun beating down on the market stalls and food trucks. Spectators mix with riders and trainers, some having drinks on the terras, others shopping at the tack and clothing stores. Giggling kids are chasing each other on the grass, the younger ones riding stick horses. Dean smiles at the children when they cross in front of him as he walks up towards the picture stand, slowing his step for a moment in order not to collide with the squealing youthful bunch. 

     By a van with ‘Equestrian Photo’ on the side, he pauses, then moves under the awning. The saleswoman gives out a printed photo to waiting clients on the side, wishing them a good day before she directs her attention to Dean. She greets him with a kind smile which the cowboy returns. Linda knows he doesn’t need help finding the images taken during this event, it’s not the first time the horse trainer has visited the photo stand over the years. Quite a few of the photos hanging on the walls in the Singer’s home and the cafeteria were made by Linda’s boss, the photographer who regularly works horse shows in the region. Ellen usually buys at least one when either he or Jo got on the podium. Dean isn’t interested in purchasing a photo of one of his own rides, though.

     He looks up when the red-haired photographer stumbles into the van from the back entrance, one Nikon hanging from a sling, dangling on her hip, and another one on a monopod with a huge zoom lens attached to it resting against her shoulder. Her curls are wild and it’s clear she’s in a hurry, the next class about to start already.      “Hi, Dean,” she greets, recognizing the familiar horseman instantly.      “Hey.” He nods at her with a smile, his eyes flicking back to the screen. “How’s it going?”      “Good. Busy,” she returns, taking out the battery of the cameras skillfully and swapping them for fully charged ones. “But busy is good these days, ain’t it? You had a few good runs, didn’t ya?”      “Can’t complain,” he admits, grinning as he thinks about how successful this event has been so far.      “Your student gave quite the performance last night,” the photographer smirks, handing Linda the memory card and taking back empty Sandisks to replace them with. 

     Dean looks up at her over the screen, noticing the mischief in her eyes. The way she just emphasized the word ‘student’ tells him that she knows exactly what’s up. He raises his eyebrows and chuckles, flustered. Looks like just about everyone in the business is up to speed at this point.

     “Check out the ones at the bottom of the folder. You can thank me later,” the redhead advises, grabbing a chocolate bar and a bottle of water from the small fridge under the counter before she heads for the back door again. “Gotta run!”

     Somewhat confused, Dean watches her head off to the main arena, before he redirects his attention to the display in front of him again. Stills of last night’s highlights pass by, allowing him to relive the amazing moments. The shots of the actual run are great, although he can imagine that Y/N and Meadow aren’t the most difficult pair to shoot. The Quarter mare is very photogenic with her copper coat and broad white blaze. She’s elegant, much like her rider, who has a fantastic seat, which shows, even on a still image. 

     Curious what the capturer of these images means, the cowboy goes down further, reaching a series of photos that show the seconds right after Y/N finished her freestyle, her arms wrapped around her horse’s neck, hugging her tight. He makes a mental note to pick that one. 

     There are more of her coming towards the entrance, waving at the crowd, but it’s the next couple of shots that has his jaw fall slack. The photographer must have sprinted to the other side of the tunnel before the horse and rider left the ring, because she managed to document the exact moment when he and his girlfriend embraced, Y/N still in the saddle, his arm around her, the emotional release evident. Jo is holding on to Meadow’s reins on the other side, smiling as she watches her friend and her cousin.

     The next photo shows just the two of them, standing in the gateway facing the arena while waiting for the score, followed by a shot of him lifting her off the ground when the realization of the new PR settled in. The final picture has to be his favorite. It’s one of the kiss they shared. The composition of the portrait is astonishing, the spotlights on the showground illuminating the figures in the center, silhouettes against the vibrant arena. His heart grows, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He never thought he would be able to experience what he felt at that moment again, the great magnitude of pride, joy, and love. But this photo brings it all back, and he has to have it.

     Still smiling at the warm feeling that has settled in his entire body, Dean scribbles down the file numbers on the order form and hands it to the blonde saleswoman, together with a fifty-dollar-bill. The wrangler bought six in total, one to frame and decorate the wall in the cafeteria, four for his girlfriend. The chosen photos are shots of horse and rider in a sliding stop, of the second right after finishing the test when Y/N threw her arms around Meadow’s neck, and of the precious embrace between him and his girl. He got a double print of the kiss they shared, one for her, one for him. 

     It’s a picture that he will cherish, come whatever. A picture he wants to be able to look at when he needs to, to remind himself of what he has got going for him. He knows challenging times are coming, with the ranch, with their relationship. Dean is well aware he’s approaching that inevitable turning point when he has to open up further than the lost boy with a dark past is comfortable with. But this photo, a moment forever frozen in time, will be the beacon he needs to find his way home. 

     Dean takes the envelope with the printed pictures from Linda and heads towards the ring. Jo is due to enter the arena in ten minutes and he wouldn’t want to miss it, for one, because she is going to bust his ass if he’s not there. It sometimes baffles him how his little cousin acts like she can’t stand being around him and yet searches for his approval so often. 

     He takes out the photo he wants to save for himself together with the one he will add to the cafeteria’s Wall of Fame, and slips them in the inner pocket of his denim jacket before he reaches the foot of the bleachers. With big strides, he conquers the steps, looking left and right in search of his friends once he has made it to the top. He spots Benny and Y/N on one of the higher rows when the farrier lifts his hat off his head and whistles. This barrel race is one of the highlights of the event and the arena is almost filled to full capacity, only a few seats left. Thankfully, his girlfriend saved him a spot.

     His smile grows wider when he sees the cowgirl, and deep inside he’s excited to give her the present he just purchased. He can’t wait to witness her reaction.      “I got you somethin’,” Dean announces.      Intrigued, Y/N pulls her focus away from the competitor currently in the ring and looks at her boyfriend, awaiting. He offers her the envelope, placing his now empty hands on his knees, somewhat nervously.      “What’s this?” she wonders, her curiosity peaked.      “Open it,” the cowboy urges.      She does, carefully folding back the seal flap and taking out the prints. When she turns them over, she lets out a stunned gasp, much to her boyfriend’s delight.      “These are amazing!” she says, elated, going through the pictures of her and Meadow slowly.

     The last two photos silence her, however, much like they did Dean when he first saw them on the screen. Moved, she takes in the portraits of the strong bond between her and the man that’s sitting next to her. After a few long seconds, she glances aside, meeting his warm eyes.  This cowboy with a John Wayne reputation - as Jo so poetically put it - sure has his ways. He might not be very vocal when it comes to his feelings, but that’s alright, because he is able to communicate through different languages. A kiss, a dance, his trust, his support. And now these photos. It’s proof of his adoration for her, and it’s more valid than a signature.

     She closes the small gap between them, moving under his hat, and grazes her soft lips over his. Ignoring his Southern friend, who lets out a low chuckle when he notices the lovebirds next to him, the head wrangler closes his eyes and kisses her back. His hand travels into her hair and holds her, making sure she doesn’t go anywhere. He can feel every connection; her featherlight fingertips on his stubble, her cute nose against his, her lashes dusting the freckles from his cheeks. Dean doesn’t need words, but neither does she. 

     When he slowly pulls away from her, he looks at her lovingly, forgetting time for a moment. It’s only when the commentator announces Jo’s name over the speakers, that they return their attention to the arena. The gate opens and his cousin and her horse Bullet shoot towards the first barrel, the animal doing his name justice. The three wranglers of the Gold Canyon ranch get on their feet, cheering on the blonde cowgirl, who goes through the course in record time. When she clocks a new PR, Y/N bounces on her feet, hugging Dean tight and letting out that laugh that he loves so much. 

     They don’t notice Benny’s gaze wandering off to the car park behind the bleaches. He has spotted a beige pickup pulling in. Like a hawk, the farrier follows the GMC truck.      “We’re going over to Jo to celebrate. Are you coming?” The enthusiastic intern calls for Benny’s attention, and he turns his head to face his best pal’s girlfriend.      “In a minute, darlin’,” he says, giving her a smile. “Gonna watch a few more runs.”      “Alright, see you in a bit, brother,” Dean chuckles happily, before his girlfriend drags him towards the exit by his hand. 

     The Southerner watches them leave, then redirects his attention to the beat-up car on the field. A man gets out, his face shielded by a black cowboy hat. His posture seems familiar, he’s not even sure why. Benny narrows his eyes, but the figure is too far away to recognize. Then the frown evens out, his jaw falling slack. Suddenly, it clicks.       “No fuckin’ way in hell…” he mumbles to himself.

     But there ain’t no way, right? He can’t be here. Before Benny can decide otherwise, he bolts towards the steps to get down from the bleachers, hoping to not lose sight of the guy. He better make sure who just set foot on the showgrounds is exactly who he suspects he is, before he breaks the news to his best friend.

     Dean swings the heavy saddle onto Aerosmith’s back, his last horse to compete at this tournament. After this run, all that’s left for him to do is coach Y/N and Joplin for their competition debut, and then they can all pack their gear and go home. Despite that he enjoys horse shows like these, he’s looking forward to his own room, his own bed. He’s looking forward to pulling up the driveway that leads to the place that is his home.

     It has been a successful couple of days. With five horses sold and Joplin likely to add to that number, the Flagstaff Horsefair has proven to be very fruitful. Bobby made good money, and the ranch owner will be able to pay his crew, plus pay off some bills. Then there’s the business deal they landed with Fergus MacLeod. The cowboy might not like the Englishman in the slightest, but if they decide to take on Cain’s training, it will provide a much needed steady income. Dean isn’t delusional; he knows the ranch isn't out of the woods just yet, but it’s a start.

     Humming and relaxed like he always is before competing, he tightens the cinch of the chestnut Quarter, petting him on the shoulder before he takes him out of the stable.      “Good luck, cowboy.”      The man who the words are meant for smiles, peeking into the stable next to him and noticing Y/N through the steel bars. She’s preparing Joplin, brushing her tail. Their starting time is only forty-five minutes after Dean’s, since both are competing in the same class. Sadly, she will not be able to see him ride.      The mare next to his girlfriend pins her ears back and gives Aero a dirty look when the gelding comes too close for her liking. Both snigger at Joplin’s bitchy behavior.

     “You’ll make it back in time to help me warm up, right?” she checks. “I’m kinda nervous, this being my first cutting competition and all.”      “Yeah, of course,” he promises, shooting her a wink. “I’ll be there.” 

     Dean takes his horse outside, the Arizona sun welcoming him with bright light. A force of habit has him check his spurs and the tack before he positions himself on the left side of his horse in order to mount.

     “Chief?”      Looking over his shoulder, he sees Benny approaching. His strides are hasty, his jaw tensed. He checks if anyone is around before he halts and faces the head wrangler, who can read from the body language alone that something is off.      “What is it?” he asks, his brows knitted together.      The Southerner’s piercing blue eyes meet his gaze before he continues whispering. “I hate to do this now right before your run, brother, but--”      “But what?” Dean urges when the farrier hesitates.

     Benny draws in a deep breath and rubs his beard, needing a second to collect himself. He knows that what he is about to tell his best friend will have him shake on his foundations, but he needs to be prepared. He deserves to know who he might run into. The broad-shouldered ranch hand sighs, then delivers the unsettling message.      “Your father is here.”

     As if he just got struck by lightning, Dean stares at Benny, his eyes wide and mouth agape. The announcement rings in his ears, sounding more surreal every time the four words bounce off the walls inside his head. Reality hits him like a raging bull, however. His father is here. His father is here.

     The head wrangler drops his gaze, his eyes flicking over little rocks and lumps of dirt by his feet. Speechless, he takes his hat off and wipes his forehead with his sleeve, realizing he’s sweating. His heart is hammering in his chest, so forceful that it hurts. Panic starts to win terrain, but he pushes it down and nods rigidly, acknowledging Benny’s words.

     “Okay,” he returns after a few long seconds. “Thanks for telling me.”      “If there’s anythin’--” Benny offers, but is interrupted by the man in front of him, who shoves his left foot into the stirrup and swiftly gets on his horse.      “I’m good,” he assures, doing his best to come across as calm and collected. 

     Benny dips his chin, half accepting Dean’s choice to put this on hold for now. The rider has one last horse to compete, so the Southerner understands why he’s trying to keep his head in the game. He wishes he didn’t have to drop this bomb now, but there’s a chance his friend might run into John on these showgrounds. Benny might not know the entire story of what happened all those years ago, but he knows enough to recognize the impact the presence of Dean’s biological father will have. He watches quietly how the horseman pushes his legs into Aerosmith’s flanks and steers the horse towards the warmup arena without another word. 

     Suddenly nervous, Dean is highly aware of all the people who cross his path. He briefly studies them, even though recognizing the man who has been absent for over half of his life scares the hell out of him. Why the fuck is he here? 

     Dean isn’t just afraid of running into his old man; he’s angry. Angry about all the wrong choices that were made, angry about those memories rushing back to him. He stored them in a box and nailed the latch shut. He buried them, dug a hole deep enough to fit all those dark thoughts. He covered the surface with a thick layer of concrete, convinced that all those measures would be enough to lock away what he hoped to never feel again. Hopelessness, frustration, torment, aggression, guilt. But those emotions are now working their way through the cracks, like a weed that just won’t die, working up to the surface and showing its ugly head again. 

     But what has him exasperated the most, is the timing. Why now? His father hasn’t given a damn for fifteen years, fifteen fucking years, and now that Dean is finally getting to the point of allowing himself to be happy, he decides to show up? His fist clenches on the horn of the saddle, his nails digging into his palm. This isn’t fair!

     His insides churn and twist even more when his mind snaps to Y/N. A sudden and heavy uneasiness settles in his chest, almost suffocating him. Shit, what if she runs into him? What if she learns the truth? Dean breathes out a shuddering breath, closing his eyes for a second while tipping his hat down. The panic that has his fingers shaky while he guides his horse into the warmup ring only grows with that thought. No no no, he thinks to himself. He can’t have his father ruin what is supposed to be his love story. He can’t lose this, he can’t lose her.

     Preparing for his final ride goes anything but smoothly. The rider is so lost in thought that he accidentally cuts off another competitor and has to hit the brakes, apologizing to the cowgirl for the misstep. It’s a wake-up call, though; he really needs to focus and get his head straight. Aerosmith is one of the horses he and Bobby decided to hold on to a little longer, hoping the economy will be on its way to recovery somewhere next year so that they can make a better profit. Dean brought the younger stallion along to gain experience in the ring, yet he wants this ride to be solid, knowing a potential buyer could be watching.

     But when he enters the arena, he can’t help but scan the crowd, suddenly aware that one of those pair of eyes is his father. He thinks of Y/N and how nervous she was last night, and suddenly it makes so much more sense what experiencing that kind of anxiety is like. The rider doesn’t even hear the announcement of his name over the amplifiers, he doesn’t hear Jo and Bobby shouting words of encouragement at him from the sideline. What he does hear is his rapidly beating heart, like a thundering echo of an oncoming storm. 

     He glances over his horse’s ears at the cattle in front of them. C’mon, Dean, this isn’t difficult. Separate a cow and let Aero do the work. Two and a half minutes and he will be out of the limelight. Who knows, maybe if they pack fast after Y/N’s ride, he won’t even run into his father. 

     The two herdholders that are in the ring to assist all contestants keep the group of young steers together. Unsettled, Dean swallows thickly and licks his dry lips, his eyes on the clock. When it starts ticking, he moves his hands forward and pushes Aerosmith towards the herd. The game is simple. In two and a half minutes, he has to separate two different heifers from the group and keep the selected cow in the middle of the arena, he and his Quarter the only boundary between the animal and his flock. He and Aero will be judged on degree of difficulty, confidence, and agility, but right now, all Dean is thinking about is surviving.

     Deciding to not make it too complicated for his horse and himself, the horseman doesn’t pick a heifer too far into the herd on the first cut. Without disrupting the gathered bunch, the chestnut calmly makes his way through until Dean has decided on a cow, which he then carefully begins to push to the edge. When he has driven the brindle heifer out, Dean drops the reins and allows his Quarter to take the lead. Aerosmith locks on the lonely animal and crouches, skillfully keeping it in the center of the arena.

     The crowd cheers, because the talented Quarter shows to be quick on his feet, darting from left and right and accelerating fast when his target tries to get around him. The cowboy keeps his balance, allowing his horse to move under him freely. After a few attempts to get past them, the cow yields and the rider signals Aero to back down. He blows out a breath. One down, one more to go.

     The second cut goes according to plan as well. This time he does pick a heifer in the middle of the herd. The Quarterhorse tries not to disturb the rest of the cattle as he separates the one, but splitting the animals is not as clean as the first time. Once the cow is driven to the middle of the ring again, Aerosmith is back in his element and shows off his moves. Dean only has to sit back and let his partner under the saddle do the work, which he’s grateful for, because he feels like he wouldn’t be able to guide his horse in a simple circle if he had to. 

     The buzzer sounds; his two and a half minutes are up. Relieved, Dean exhales; at least he didn’t completely screw up their run. The young gelding really pulled through despite a nervous wreck of a rider on top of him, which just shows what a fantastic horse he is.      “Thanks, bud,” Dean says softly, petting the chestnut on the shoulder.

     The applause barely registers and it’s only when his eyes roam over the audience, that he notices the numbers on the board. 72.5 points; not bad. Normally, he would have been elated with a score like that, but now he just wants to get out of the ring as fast as possible, away from possible prying eyes. He feels like he’s being watched, well aware that his father is quite possibly amongst the people in the crowd. Call him a coward, but he needs to get out of here.

     “Solid ride, Dean,” Bobby compliments when the rider comes through the gate, walking with him. When his nephew fails to respond, he looks up, narrowing eyes taking him in from under his baseball cap. “You okay, son?”

     The troubled rider snaps his head at his uncle. Son. Bobby calls him that all the time and has done so ever since he took the lost boy under his wing all those years ago. Dean has grown accustomed to the title, even found comfort in it, glad to hear that word coming from his surrogate dad. But now the term confuses him. Suddenly, the man who has failed to step up to take care of his children and yet is his only living parent is here, and it is messing with his head in more ways than one.      “Yeah, I’m fine,” he says, quickly averting his gaze and walking on.

     Bobby lets him go, but Dean can sense the ranch owner watching him carefully. Unable to stop himself from scanning the people around the warm-up area, he briefly acknowledges the congratulations wishes from a few of his opponents with a nod and a ‘thanks’. Normally he’s up for a chat after a good run, but not now. He feels like he’s about to lose his mind, and he wants to be alone when it happens. He needs space, he needs air. 

     After a few minutes of hacking, Dean reaches the stables, grateful to find them mostly empty. With the last competition currently taking place in the arena, a lot of competitors already packed their trucks and trailers and left throughout the morning and afternoon. At the other end of the tent two people are tacking up, but they are far out of earshot. 

     In front of Aerosmith’s stable, the rider dismounts and leads the Quarter into his box, making quick work of removing the tack and rinsing the chestnut down. With the saddle on his hip and the bridle in hand, he steps into the storage room.      “How did it go?”

     Dean startles and almost drops the heavy load he was carrying, spinning around to find Y/N in the doorway. Somehow, it completely slipped his mind that she would still be here. The cowgirl is wearing her show outfit again, but traded her black blouse for a denim one this time. Long chaps hang down from her waist, strapped around her legs, her brass spurs barely showing. Her boots are shining and her hair is braided, her lucky hat only just allowing him to behold the playfulness in her eyes. She looks absolutely perfect.

     Clueless and carefree, she waits for an answer, but her happy expression falls slightly when she notices his reaction. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” she chuckles, somewhat self-conscious. “What has you on your toes?”      The cowboy blinks at her a few times before he kicks into gear again, storing away the saddle in one of the tack boxes. “Nothin’. Yeah, it uh - it went alright. 72.5 points,” he says, smiling at her faintly, quick to dodge her unraveling gaze.

     Silence follows and he knows that she’s studying him, but Dean can’t even look at her, not sure how to deal with the worry that he knows is evident on her beautiful face. The second he gets lost in the vision of his girl, he will fall apart, and that’s something the unsettled wrangler can’t allow to happen. He can’t let her see it, she can’t know. So instead, he moves past her through the doorway to fill a feeding net with hay, desperately searching for a way to keep himself busy as he tries to get a hold of himself.

     “Dean? Hey…”      Her voice sounds so warm and kind, that he can’t ignore her any longer. When he has strung up the net, he turns to his girlfriend, wiping his sweaty hands on his jeans. Concerned eyes take him in when he looks up.      “You’re shaking,” she notices, gently wrapping her delicate fingers around his forearms. “What’s going on? Did something happen?”

     Before she finishes her sentence completely, he’s already shaking his head. It’s more denial than an actual answer, refusing to give in to all the contradicting feelings that are pulling the rug from under his boots. She knows him well enough to see that he’s a total mess right now. His mask is faltering and he’s breaking character, unable to deliver the standard ‘I’m fine’. Can he tell her about the disturbing message Benny delivered earlier? She will have more questions, questions he is nowhere near ready to answer. But then again, he can’t lie to her either, not anymore. 

     Dean takes a deep breath in order to collect himself and looks at her as heavy footfalls draw his attention. Expecting Benny, he glances over his shoulder, ready to request if his friend can grant them some privacy, when he catches a glimpse of the person standing in the alley between the stables. Every muscle in his body tenses, an invisible fist squeezing his throat shut. His heart - which has been beating unhealthily fast since the alarming news was delivered to him about an hour ago - now seems to come to a full stop for a few solid seconds. 

     They might be in Arizona, but Dean just froze to the ground, unable to move or speak. All he can do is stare at the man that is his own spitting image, only three decades older. The familiar stranger is wearing a smile on his lips, emotion swimming in weary eyes. After fifteen years of silence, John Winchester stands before his oldest child, a broken voice delivering the words Dean never wished to hear again, and yet missed so dearly.

     “Hello, son.” 

Well, shit... Enough with the fluff. Angst is here!

Also, did you spot my little Stan Lee moment? Does a certain red-haired photographer seem familiar? Yep, that’s me!

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[destielwarrior]

Dean and Cass got married on Valentine's Day. Bobby walked Dean down the aisle while Kelly Kline walks Cass. Sam and Charlie are Dean's best men while Claire and Jake are Cass'. They recreate the Barn where they first met and hold the wedding there. It's Jody who officiates the wedding because she was more of a mother to Dean and Sam than Mary. John is not invited because they all realized that John did not do the best he could.

Dean is wearing a blue tie and Cass is wearing a green one.

Cane is also there with Collete. Because of the parallels they shared and Cane knows, more than anything else, it's Cass' love that saved Dean from the mark.

Crowley is there with Rowena. Finally they have a healthy mother-son relationship. Crowley snickers every now and then while Rowena cannot stop telling everyone and anyone that she played therapist to the couple and played a huge role in patching things up between them.

The barn is filled to the brim. Everyone came to witness the wedding of the century. Everyone excited about this bad ass hunter marrying this dorky angel. They have to witness it themselves to believe that such a love could come to fruition. Everything stood against their love. Even Chuck (writers, c*w) stood against it but the strength of their love defied all.

The ceremony is splendid. It's funny and emotional and profound. Not a dry eye in the room. Even Crowley and Benny can't help their tears. Dean and Cass are sobbing messes because it's too much in a good way. It took so many apocalypses for them to finally get here.

During the reception Dean and Cass wear cowboy hats and dance with each other. Then Dean dances with Charlie and Charlie tells Dean just how happy she is for him. Cass dances with Claire first and Claire in all her Claireness tells Cass that he deserves happiness and kisses his cheek. Then Dean dances with Eileen and Cass dances with Kelly who thanks Cass for taking care of their child.

Everyone dances, eats, drinks and celebrate a love that literally saved the world.

Dean and Cass are married and everything in the world is good.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Attention

TV SHOW THE QUEENS GAMBIT COUPLE: BENNY X READER RATING: SMUTTY

Ever since I was a little girl, the world has looked at me strangely. I noticed it as a child but couldn't really put a name to it until I was much older, even if I didn't know the reason why early on. But I knew that I was being looked at, judged, noticed for myself, and for things I couldn't change. So I decided… if the world is watching, I best give them a show.

I pulled up in the usual spot in the parking lot I noticed alot of unusual cars parked up here, then I remembered oh yeah the college is hosting that chess thing this weekend, I climbed off my bike unzipping my jacket as it was far too hot for it pulling off my helmet and fixing my hair checking my lipstick in the mirror touching it up a little, as I did I caught something. Something I was used to feeling eyes on me. I glanced away from my mirror a moment and I noticed a little pastel blue beetle rusted and beaten up it looked like it barely ran, and a man stood there he was tall, a mess of scruffy blonde hair, a youthful face, a speckle of facial hair, a long black leather trench coat, a black silk shirt with an intricate pattern in the fabric that shined silver in the sunlight, a pair of tight blue jeans with a harsh cowboy belt with a knife holster on his hip to boot. A pair of brown dress shoes, an old fraying buffel bag over his shoulder and a brown textured cowboy hat in his hand. He was looking at me but I was used to it, long since learnt to ignore the eyes of horny boys. I hadn't seen him before or the car. He must have been some chess dude here for the thing. I made sure to catch his eyes so he knew I saw him and he nodded to me settling his hat on his head I smirked a little and blew him a kiss before grabbing my keys and my bag holding my helmet giving him a wink and turning around going to walk to my dorm, I could feel his eyes on my arse as I walked away.

I decided to go why no I suppose, I had a shower and got into my little black dress grabbing my thick white belt sitting it in my waist I grabbed the highest black heels I owned and slipped them on with my stockings I did my hair and my blood red lipstick before heading out my room, I walked across campus feeling the eyes of everyone boys checking me out, girls glaring me down, teachers not know what to think I grabbed my sunglasses slipping them on to hide my expression I walked into the auditorium noticing the lack of people it was almost empty a few competitors getting ready, I spotted him the cowboy and at the exact moment he spotted me. A wicked grin growing across his lips, I smirked and slipped my glasses in my bag walking down making sure my heels blacked loudly in the wooden floor echoing in the empty room going all the way down to the row one back from the front sitting myself in the seat just across from where he stood close enough we could see each other and hear each other with only a few steps on the wooden floor and a row of chairs between us. I Crossed a leg over the other and got my pen and paper to make notes he slightly rolled his eyes and stepped closer, closing the gap leaning his arms on the top of the row of chairs between us that evil grin now wide 

"Are you flirting with me princess?" He asked 

"You tell me?" I shrug 

"Yeah? Well I've had my fair share of groopie girls, could say I can read you pretty little things"

"Who are you again?"

"Ooohh.. your mean. What are you writing?"

"Report for class"

"A report? You're a journalism major?"

"Yeah? Why?"

"Wouldn't think something like you'd be eager for a job hidden behind a desk"

"You don't know the kinda reports I do"

"No, I don't. Eager to find out though." He smirked, "you busy after this?"

"Tremendously busy" 

"Even for me?"

"And who are you?"

"Funny" he joked "Benny watts, and that's double T in your report. This shouldn't be long after how about I help you fill out your little report?"

"No thanks. I've got plenty to write about" 

"Humm I bet you do, princess" he smirked checking my cleavage out as he stood there "don't I get something for good luck?"

"I thought this wouldn't take long?"

"It won't but maybe even faster if I had some extra luck?"

"Well if you think it's gonna be that easy, you don't need lucky from me Mr Watts" 

"Checkmate, princess" he smirked "but can't I have some anyway? I had such good luck after your kissy in the car park"

"If it won't take too long, I'll save it. Maybe you can have a little luck while I fill out my report"

"Humm I won't be long princess, Don't get too comfortable" he winked before heading to his game with some other man, I watched him making notes where I needed to on what was going on he was first to finish getting up and smirking at me "you coming?' he smirked 

I rolled my eyes and put my notes away getting up and heading out with him, into the warm sun people going back and forth to their various classes 

"I did say don't get comfortable, I've plaid him before he gets himself wound up very easy to untangle when you open with an attack" he explained as we walked out 

"And you're telling me this because?" I asked leaning against the back of the first bench outside the building

"I thought you were reporting?"

"On the tournament. Not you"

"Really? I'm much more interesting"

"So you keep saying, you've yet to do anything interesting though"

"You are mean" he laughs faking offence "I like it" 

"And I care what you like because?"

"Because I am far more interesting than some backwater chess tournament princess" he smirked, "come on there's gotta be something you wanna ask me?"

"What's with the knife?"

"Hu?"

"The knife. What's with it? You're a chess player? What do you sometimes need to grab a chair leg and widdle yourself a new queen? Or are you just really shit at peeling oranges so felt the need to invest?"

"For protection."

"From what? Chess groupies?"

"Sometimes" he chuckled

"Still not interesting"

"Well you asked me one, I get to ask you one"

"Fine" I rolled my eyes 

"You like attention, Don't you?"

I shrug "I get it, either way, might as well have fun with it" 

"Relax princess," he smirked kissing my cheek "I do to" he winked "if you still wanna fill out that report, I'm here all weekend 401" 

"I think I've got enough for now Mr Watts," I smirked but grabbing the fabric of his silky shirt pulling his lips to my own, he tasted like coke, like mahogany, like dust and antique shops he smelt like that too but an overwhelming aftershave I couldn't name, his hair poked my skin as I moved my lips against his, he didn't move frozen a moment before he kissed back eagerly and confidently like he hadn't been kissed in a while and was a little overexcited about it

 I rested both my hands on his chest feeling the softness of his shirt and the strength of his chest below my hands his hands wrapped around me his arms around my waist and his hands on the small of my back his thumb gently stroking my dress he gently moaned into the kiss pulling me closer to him so there was barely an inch between us our kisses getting deeper and quicker, his hand slipped down and grabbed my butt making him moan into the kiss a little, I slipped my tongue gently across his bottom lip and he happily opened his mouth more his tongue toying with my own battling me as if I was one of his chess matches, the hand that was on my butt moved down slightly just under my butt to grasp my thigh pulling on it sharply so I wrapped my leg around him, his hand instantly returning to my butt taking a grip of me this time rather than just resting his hand there I could feel with his belt pressing against me he was hard for me which only made me smirk more I could feel the burn of many eyes of people watching us and judging everything about us and what they could see us doing I knew the top of my stockings was visible from where he had moved my leg but I didn't care, I pulled back and watched the smile creep across his face 

"You sure you don't wanna come back with me princess?"

"I'm sure, I'll get everything else I need" I smirked grabbing his hat taking it off his head and sitting it on my own "at tomorrow's matches" I smirked kissing his cheek and walking away down the path making sure to shake my ass at him as I went "see you around cowboy"

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[deanirae]

Can you get it inside your head I’m tired of dancing?  

post 8.07 pre 8.08] crack/angst past turned unrequited deancas, implied deanbenny 2,4k [x]

The sun, also currently known as bitch, has got some serious nerve to sit where it always does, not upside down and nine miles to the left as it frankly should on this memorable fuckhat day. Where is the End of Days when it's really called for? When it should be really nigh?

Dean flips the front mirror panel down not to have to deal with at least that one disappointment. He can still see Cas's half-constipated, half-abandoned and kicked in its fluffy ass puppy face in the mercilessly annoying reflection. The obvious choice would be to not grace it with anything right now, but A – he's the one driving so his eyes can't wander off pretty far, especially in the barely sunlit grayness – and B – on his left, Sam is currently roleplaying a twelve year old girl that has her big emotional introspection accompanied by listening to Sarah McLahlan because her mean parents wouldn't let her buy ebola from the internet. Or something.

Point is, he's three hours into ostentatiously moping, trying to quietly terrorize Dean into making peace with Cas on the fly so it won't be awkward and problematique for him anymore. To Sam, Dean is just too inconvenient anytime he's inconvenient. And that, by order of nature herself, demands immediate and final stopping and ballot recounting also.

And Dean's point is, that it's not gonna happen anytime soon.

And Cas's point – assuming he’s still remotely capable of making those –  seems to be dead-set on that 50:50 face thing. And Dean regrets briefly glancing; with more or less the same intensity he regrets his whole life on the crap weather days his bones hurt harder than it should be legal.

Sam, in his hemhorroidal disturbance, reaches out to the tape deck and attempts to put anything on, but Dean feels like exactly zero of his tapes right now, so he swats Sam's hand off with a loud smack. Judging from the faces he gets for that, it's gotta be resonating in their heads a lot.

It's gonna be a long ride to Lousiana, way longer and more exhausting than the freshly puked from Purgatory one. In fact, the closer they get to Lafayette, the more tired he is and they won't start working the vetalas case until tomorrow night because apparently hanging around clubs on fridays is the new hanging downside of trees or whatever cool thing it was vetalas were doing before the rise of the all you can eat buffet of horny dicks certain they're gonna get reverse cowgirls for a two dollar drink. Or reverse cowboys. Fucking cheapskates. Some of them do have it coming. But in severe STDs, not in this.

In itself, waiting for the actual hunt really doesn't need to be a problem. It's just that Sam and Cas are fucked-bent on having it be one because—

“I said I'm going to stay with you and join you on hunts,” Cas finally snaps. „There's no need for this 'backup' as you call it, Dean.”

—Because that.

“Don't air quote it, man,” Dean mutters wearily, because of course Cas air quoted it.

“And there is absolutely no need for you to sleep in a vampire's camping truck when we have plenty of motels to pick from,” Cas rants on, zero deterred and plus ten determined, clearly not tuning into Dean's I don't wanna discuss that vibe.

Annnd because that too, yeah.

“Well I donno, I sure didn't want us to look like some sort of a hookup site for salvation army fashionistas threesome. You'll thank me later. Or you can do it now and shut up when you're done, how's that.”

“A vampire,” Sam interrupts his polished bitchface just to whine it out, which has to be peak brotherly care by his modern standards.

“You two asshats had no problem leaving me in vamp-vegas for a goddamn year,” Dean growls. “I am an adult adult and I need some me-time that isn't you time. And I'm gonna have awesome time while I'm at it. Sue me if that's a crime. Bother my lawyer.”

“You don’t have a lawyer”, says Sam.

“Aren’t you kind of a lawyer?” Dean remembers suddenly. “Or at least close enough for you two to bother each other and not me?”

“No, didn’t get to get there yet, thanks to you,” Sam mutters, also suddenly remembering the past life of his that was never meant to be.

“Oh, I’m sorry”, Dean whines. “Did I set your girlfriend on fire?”

“Fuck off.”

“I thought you missed me,” as if triggered by the word fuck, Cas drops the bomb with an evenness in his voice which hints at many things but Dean's brain is too stop-record screech to dissect them right now.

“What?” he blurts out, confused and affronted both.

“I thought you missed me,” Cas repeats, lower and harder like Dean's a stupid cat that won't spit out what it's chewing.

“Cas, I really don't wanna do this.”

“You kept praying to me to come back, Dean. After you were out of Purgatory. I heard you. Those were quite some prayers. Now you're putting yourself in real danger just to stay away from me. I don’t understand.”

Sam just stares at Dean, the always most helpful thing on the planet that he is. Thanks, Sam. Dean stares at the road. Cas stares daggers through the back of Dean's head. Poor Baby can't just leave this situation so she just keeps on rollin’. Nobody wins that day.

“That was before you told me you were lying your ass off just to kick me out last minute. Your subscription for my prayers and personal Jesus license have now expired, by the way. Like, the fuck does talking to you even do?”

“Fine!” Castiel snaps, so close to throwing his hands in the air for a grand effect but luckily thinking better of it since he's in a car that has a roof among other things. “I understand that you're angry—” he tries to start over, calmer, after a self-collecting breath.

“No, you don't,” Dean mutters.

“But you can't risk your life in the stupidest available way just to get back at me, Dean. Not after everything I've done to make sure you come back safe.”

Well at least he didn't include Sam in that „saving” part.

“You were there, man. You know Benny never double crossed me or you. What the exact fuck is your problem with him?”

A very angry squint-frown precedes the actual answer.

“You were his ticket to Earth. Now your life doesn't hold the same value.”

“Thanks, Cas. That's really swee—”

“You know that's not what I meant, Dean,” Cas growls in a tone that's clearly a final warning.

So final even Sam and his high horse must have heard since he steps in to defuse Cas.

“Cas, I'm not a fan of saying it, but Benny isn't a threat to Dean. I think the guy is kinda trying to settle,” he offers.

Dean smiles a little bit.

“See, Cas?”

“But I'm worried he might have more vamps trying to take him down because he pissed off every fang that ever knew him and then some. This is actual danger, Dean.”

“What?!” Castiel explodes in unbridled rage.

“Sam, have you ever wondered where do snitches go after they die?”

“Dean, you know I'm serious.”

“Ditches,” Dean concludes.

“When exactly were you going to tell me this?” Castiel asks coldly. “After you get killed by vampire avengers?”

“They're all taken care of, Cas. No mean jokes this time. Relax.”

“With your Winchester luck? I doubt it.”

“Oh, come on. It's not like you wouldn't bring me back even if something did happen.”

“Yes, even twice because first I would have personally destroyed you for being so reckless.”

“I know you would.”

“Guys,” Sam tries to placate, “we should all calm down and rethink how to handle it safely. It's not a good time for some jilted lovers tiff”, he begs.

Dean frowns then makes mocking faces at him to communicate that he's being a fucking douche.

“You're a fucking jilted lovers tiff,” he decides.

“We had sex, Dean,” Castiel states accusatorily.

Little does he know, he just broke Sam beyond repair. Now that the cat is out of the bag, the only thing Dean can do is to straighten some things out.

“Once,” he says, raising a finger to accentuate his point. “Cas was sure we were gonna die in the morning. We didn't, but there never was a follow up on that, so,” Dean shrugs.

“You weren't interested.”

“Says you,” Dean huffs. “I’m sorry, do you know me? Being interested in sex is in my top five pasttimes. You behaved like a brick on the other hand and I don’t know how to read concrete.”

“I don’t want to be here, good fucking God,” Sam finally yelps after a successful reboot of his brain.

Dean’s pretty sure nobody wants to be in this car right now and the only goddamn thing that could potentially make him ‘special’ right now is the fact currently Sam’s probably the only person in the Impala who has not lain his mouth on Cas’s dick. Hopefully.

Funnily enough, Cas could easily poof out without lethal injuries, but he’s dead set on staying, judging from the frown on his face that looks like a stock market crash diagram.

“I didn’t exactly see you giving me any signs.”

And set on having this conversation.

“I’m not a cat, I don’t go into heats, Cas. Can we talk about it somewhere more private? Later? Cuz everybody here wants to fucking die right now.”

“Private?” Cas asks. “If you want privacy to talk then why do you refuse to book a room with me?”

“We don’t need to share a room to have a conversation. Unless what you want it to end with is getting back on track with that last night on Earth thing we had that one time.”

“Jesus Christ,” Sam cries.

“Grow up and stow your crap, Sam,” Cas says unexpectedly before Dean could even bother to serve anything in a similar note.

Dean is so thrown off his equilibrium by that he puts the car to an abrupt halt. Only because he’s too deeply wired to not crash the Impala into the first available so he won’t accidentally kill Sam.

That is, if Cas’s words haven’t obliterated him already. He glances at him, just in case. Speechless as holily commanded by the celestial – potentially horny – wrath from the back seat, but at least he’s still breathing.

“Um,” he says, because someone’s gotta, because he’s still the big brother in this demented equation. “Cas, what the fuck was that?”

“Should you, of all people, really need me to be this blunt – now that the worst affairs have been settled, we could pick up where we left off, and hopefully reach a mutual understanding regarding the nature of our relationship so that doubt no longer hinders you. If it’s still something that interests you, of course. Would that be clear and direct enough, Dean?”

Well, that was… long? Long enough citations are probably needed, but, uh, yeah. S’ gotta be addressed immediately or else.

“Cas, that was 2010 and we have 2012 now.”

“It was 2012 when you prayed to me in Purgatory and it was 2012 four days ago. Granted, your feelings towards me might be very complicated, but I still can sense and read your longing,” Cas says with a weary sigh.

“Stop smelling my longing,” Dean responds with a wearier one. “And I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“But I should explain myself to you.”

“I’m real fed up with your explanations, you know that? And we don’t got time for that, either. We need to get to Lafayette because we got a case waiting to get solved.”

“It’s because he’s waiting there for you, isn’t it,” Cas says sadly; not a question. A statement.

Dean doesn’t need to respond. Doesn’t feel like it, too.

Yeah. It’s good to actually have someone waiting for you; someone there.

Maybe it’s not that complicated, after all. Maybe it doesn’t have to be.

Dean starts the car. He’s got a place to go to.

The sound apparently wakes Sam from his stupor. His bright idea of the day, he turns the radio on before the awkward silence can make the universe inside of the Impala collapse on itself and on all three of them. Too late for Dean to react now; might as well get a load of the weather report.

In the back seat, Cas flicks his wrist subtly and the monotone voice sharply cuts off into static for a moment and the frequency bar moves elsewhere on its’ – or rather, Cas’s – own.  Some solitary synthesiser-made sounds drop one after another like tiny steps and Dean realizes he definitely has heard this song before at some point in his life as eighties one hit wonders ain’t no strangers to him. Oh well. Might as well not get any of the wea—

Looking from a window above, it’s like a story of love… Can you hear me?

Is he fucking kidding?!

Came back only yesterday, I’m moving farther away.... Want you near me…

“Are you fucking kidding?” Dean cries out, incredulous.

Tries to turn the radio off but it just won’t die.

All I needed was the love you gave— “You want melodramatic? I’ll give you melodramatic.” —All I needed for another day — Dean reaches out for his phone and starts typing angrily — and all I ever knew, only you.

He puts on good ol’ Fish and hopes it’s gonna be louder than Cas’s synth-pop loving. And starts driving towards where he wants to be cause he’s tired of dancing.

#dean winchester #dean deserves better #destielfanfictionnetwork #destiel #deancas #destiel fanfic #unrequited destiel #one sided deancas #castiel #supernatural #crack fic #crack angst #8.07 #a little slice of kevin #morillon #yazoo #songfic #deanbenny #deanny #benny lafitte #i have briefly respawned after two years #to punch deancas in the tit #this fic is entirely written for #deansrightfulangerissue

[ythankucaptainmccoy]

Triple Frontier: Unwanted Job Chapter 1

So this takes place after the movie Final Frontier, but I am changing some things. Cait/Queen is my OC that will be the main character of this fic. Redfly is alive, and it will be explained how he survived. Catfish doesn’t have a wife or child in this one. Hope you all like it because I enjoyed writing this. It will have more chapters. Warnings: alcohol, swearing, blood, fighting and violence. I do not own Final Frontier or any of the characters other than my OC.

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It was a bright day and going well until Cait heard the bell to her shop door ring, and saw Santiago standing there. He smiled as she put her hand on her hip. “What do you want Pope?”, she huffed. “Why do you think I want something? Can’t I just stop by to see an old friend”, he complained. “Look whenever you show up there is always something you want”, she explained pointedly. 

“Well I can promise you this job isn’t a shit show like the last”, Pope explained. “I knew it!”, Cait exclaimed. “Look last time it got a little out of control”, Pope admitted. “A little! Redfly almost died! If not for my quick draw he would have been!”, she ranted. “Look the boys have already agreed”, he told her gesturing to the shop window. Outside she could see Redfly, Ironhead, Benny and Catfish. 

“No not this time”, she replied shaking her head. “Queen look all you..”, Pope started. “No I will not be dragged into this”, Cait ground out. “Fine”, he growled and stalked out the front door. Cait watched as the others spoke with Pope. She caught Benny’s eyes as Pope threw up his hands in defeat. The shop door opened again as Benny came in.

“Benny, like I told Pope I’m not doin’ this again”, Cait barked. “Whoa easy. I was just wanting to see if you wanted to come drink with us tonight”, Benny conceded as he held up both hands. “When and where?”, she sighed out. “The Wrangler at nine”, he smirked. “Sure I’ll be there, but only to hang out”, she demanded. “Alright we’ll see you then”, Benny chuckled as he left.

When Cait looked back up Catfish was watching her with a forlorn look until Ironhead patted his shoulder. They all piled into Pope’s truck and left in a hurry. It had started to rain a bit when she left her shop, but she knew she had plenty of time to get ready when she got home. Since her clothes were already soaked she ran to the pasture to bring her two horses Chief and Takoda into the barn. Once they were settled she ran back to her small cabin to get ready.

Getting out of her wet clothes and into a steaming hot shower helped to chase the chill out of her bones. Once she was out she braided her hair over her left shoulder. She dressed herself in jeans, tank top, worn cowboy boots and her favorite baseball cap. Giving herself a once over she grabbed her jacket, and ran for the truck.

When she entered the bar she spotted the guys in a corner, but went straight to the bar. “What would ya’ like”, the bartender James drawled. “I’ll take six shots of tequila and then a whiskey n’ coke”, she grinned. The bartender nodded and quickly got what she asked for, and payed him for said drinks as he sat them on a tray with limes. “Thanks James”, she smiled. “Welcome Cait”, he replied. 

Cait made her way to their table and when she sat the tray down on the table she sat down between Benny and Catfish. “Didn’t think you wanted to come along”, Pope shrugged. “I’m just here to drink with ya’ll and relax. This is not gonna’ be like last time”, she chuckled. “So you gonna drink all these”, Ironhead gestured to the tray. “Look first rounds on me”, she replied with a smile. 

“What is it?”, Redfly questioned. “It’s tequila isn’t it obvious with the limes”, she laughed. “Well since we all have one here is to great friends, and great alcohol”, Benny cheered. With that everyone took theirs off their tray, but none, other than Benny and her drank. When she looked back the others downed theirs except Catfish. He almost seemed to be in a daze as his hand tightened a little on the table.

“Whats the matter Catfish don’t like tequila”, Pope jabbed. Catfish shot Pope a look, and went to grab his shot, but Cait’s hand shot out and snatched it. Catfish seemed to watch in awe as she downed his shot. “Too slow Catfish”, she smiled. “Next time I will just have to be faster”, Catfish grunted. “Awe don’t be so sour. JAMES I NEED TWO SHOTS OF TEQUILA OVER HERE!”, she yelled over the music. 

James just shook his head and sent a waitress over with her two shots. “Who are those for?”, Benny asked. “Those are for Catfish if he is quick enough to get them”, she said as she reached for one, but Catfish grabbed her wrist with one hand and downed a shot with the other. She giggled and Catfish’s face lit up with one of the most amazing smiles. Cait could feel her face heating up with a blush and she quickly looked down to hide it behind the bill of her cap. 

The boys talked and told old stories that some she had heard and some she hadn’t as she drank her whiskey n coke. It was about an hour in when someone shouted, “Bull riders wanted!”. She jumped a little at the shout, but got excited. “What’’s that all about?”, Ironhead asked. “Oh that’s how they announce the electric bull is on and ready for the night”, Cait replied.

“Wait you mean like an actual electric bull”, Benny excitedly said. She nodded and laughed as he looked at his brother who just shook his head. “Here hold my drink I’m gonna go tame the bull maybe you should come watch”, Benny cockily stated. She could feel Catfish tense beside her as Benny pulled her towards the electric bull. There was hardly a line and Benny was willing to wait his turn. 

“So I’ll take it you haven’t gotten over the crush you have on Catfish”, he laughed as you blushed. “Shut up I like em, but it don’t mean he likes me”, she argued. “You know you are a good medic and a good shot. We really could use you on this mission. What if one of us got hurt. We wouldn’t have a medic to take care of us like last time”, Benny pleaded. 

“That’s just it I don’t like seeing other people get hurt. I didn’t like it when I was active duty, and I still don’t like it”, Cait responded with a frown. “Look it’s an easy in and out hostage type situation”, Benny told her as the line grew shorter, “Besides you would be able to have time to cuddle up to Catfish”. “I can’t believe you”, she blushed again as she smacked his arm. 

“I’m just saying you should push your limits with him. Go on this mission if anything you can stay with Catfish in the chopper”, Benny joked wiggling his brows suggestively. She playfully smacked him on the chest this time as her face went tomato red. He teased her a little more until it was his turn for the electric bull. 

Pope watched as Benny and Queen joked as they waited in line, but when he glanced over Catfish seemed more tense than he was when she had sat down with them. “Look if you want her then say something amigo. If not someone is going to steal her right out from under you”, Pope admitted. “I don’t like her. It’s just she should be looked after”, Catfish mumbled back. “Oh cut the shit Fish. You liked her ever since Benny introduced you years back”, Ironhead spoke up.

“Well she clearly has a thing for your brother”, Catfish grunted as he nodded to her cheering Benny on. “What? come on Fish you know that Queen is like a sister to both of us. Besides Benny is all for you dating her if you would just pull your head out of your ass”, Ironhead told him as he finished his drink. “Yeah Fish why don’t you just tell her how you feel?”, Redfly asked. 

“I don’t have to listen to this” Catfish said as he ordered another drink. He watched with the others as Benny was tossed onto the inflated mat. Catfish about choked when they announced Cait as the next rider. He got to his feet knowing that he needed to stop her before she got hurt leaving Pope and Redfly chuckling at the table.

Cait jumped onto the bull and grabbed hold of the rope while the other hand went into the air to let the operator know she was ready. Catfish felt his heart fall to his stomach as the bull started to move. He came up beside Benny who was cheering her on as it sped up or turned quickly. He was soon captivated at the way her hips moved as the bull mimicked bucking.

Catfish would be lying if he said he wasn’t turned on right now. He shifted a little as the bull spun again giving him a perfect view of how she rolled forward and back on its back. He looked up right as she locked eyes with him, and shit he was in trouble. It was that split moment where she lost the concentration, and the bull spun throwing her hard onto the mat. 

Catfish panicked when she didn’t move, but soon relief when she got up swaying a little. When she got down she was giggling and clutching her stomach. “Are you okay hermosa?”, Catfish asked as he placed a hand on each of her shoulders. “I...I’m fine..wow I haven’t..done that in..years”, Cait panted between her laughs. Benny laughed when Catfish went a little slack jawed. “What I used to break horses with my family on the ranch”, she stated.

“Well I think that is enough excitement for now”, Benny laughed. When she made it back to the table Pope and Redfly were deep in conversation about the mission. “Hey Pope about the mission...I have been thinking and you all will need a medic”, she confirmed looking at Benny. When she looked at him he had a smug smile on his face that she wanted to slap. “Alright well it’s simple a couple of people contacted us about their relatives being held hostage in a jungle in Columbia. I figured with your all’s help it will be a smooth in and out job”, Pope explained. 

There was only one problem any time Pope brought the team it never ended the way they would like. Cait was only hoping that this time would be different. “Bad news is we don’t leave until Monday that gives us two days to kill here”, Pope explained. “Okay how is that bad news?”, Cait questioned. “Well.. I... Um”, Pope stalled. “What the idiot is trying to say is there is no way we can bring our supplies into a hotel without being noticed”, Redfly supplied.

“So you want to know if you can stay at my place?”, she inquired. “Yeah only if it’s okay with you of course”, Catfish interjected staring the others down. “It’s fine Catfish, but the only problem is if your going to be staying at my place there is only one guest room with two twin beds and a couch, and then there is the couch in the main room. Oh and I may have you all do some ranch chores”, she informed them. “That will be plenty of room, and we can handle it”, Pope nodded. 

After the bill was payed she had the boys follow in their truck loaded down with ‘equipment’ to her cabin. “You can unload everything in the barn the horses won’t be bothered by it”, she instructed. Once everything was unloaded she ushered them into the cabin. Cait quickly got a fire going and was shocked when Catfish brought in more wood from the barn.

Cait showed Pope, Redfly and Ironhead the guest room as Pope and Redfly claimed the beds and Ironhead claimed the couch. “I call dibs on the sofa in the main area”, Benny called out. She snorted when she saw Benny already shirtless sprawled out on the couch watching the fire. Her eyes drifted to Catfish who seemed to get the idea he would be sleeping on the floor. 

“Hey Fish follow me I’ll show you the loft where you can sleep”, she nodded to the small staircase. It was an A frame cabin so when he looked up he wasn’t surprised to see a nice loft with railing that overlooked the main area. Cait watched as he took it all in and then she ascended the stairs. He followed and was amazed at the sight. There was a king sized bed against the far right wall with two nightstands on either side.

When he looked past the bed his breath caught. There was a window almost the size of the opening of the A frame that looked at the barn and the mountains in the distance. “This is beautiful”, he hummed. “Thanks I had the house and barn built with the money we got out of the last job”, she smiled. “So this is where you can stay”, she told him. “Wait you said you only had one guest room”, he said turning towards her as she started back down the staircase. 

“Yeah well you need a place to sleep and I am not going to make my guest sleep on the floor”, she argued. At first it didn’t click then he realized this was her bed. “I will not take your bed hermosa”, Catfish objected. “Catfish no, I can sleep downstairs the fire is warm I’ll be fine”, she huffed. “But hermosa I...”,he started to say. “Frankie Morales so help me you better take the bed and be thankful or I’ll tie you down to it”, Cait challenged. 

Catfish’s mouth fell open and then she realized how suggestive it really sounded. “Goodnight Frankie”, she added as her face grew uncomfortably warm. She bolted down the stairs before Catfish could say anything else. He sighed as he pulled his shirt and cap off to get ready for bed. Cait listened until she heard him crawl into the bed before she hit the main living area.

Cait quickly fished out some blankets from the linen closet and made a pallet on the floor between Benny’s couch and the fire. “So you like tying guys up to your bed huh”, Benny joked. “Shut up you know that’s not how I meant it to sound”, she retorted. “Oh but I bet he would like being tied down don’t you”, Benny laughed. “Benny shut up!” you growled. “Oh so you would like to tie him to the bed didn’t know you were so kinky Queen”, he started to wheeze. 

Benny went to say something else, but was cut off when a pillow hit him square in the face. “Benny this is your last warning unless you want to sleep in the barn. Shut up”, Cait hissed. He threw her pillow back to her and she stretched out to sleep. She willed herself to fall asleep, but sleep just would not come to her. She tried everything, but nothing seemed to help. Finally after taking some old sleeping pills she had she was out like a light.

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Alright first chapter. Hope y’all like it Some characters may be a little OOC because I have only watched the movie once. Let me tell you Pedro Pascal is amazing, and don’t get me started on some other roles he plays in.

#triple frontier #OC #catfish #catfish morales #frankie morales #william ironhead miller #santiago pope garcia #tom redfly davis #ben benny miller #oc x frankie morales

[ravengirl94]

Dust (Epilogue)

Summary: One year later, Dean’s got some big, big plans.

Pairing: Cowboy!Dean x Reader

Warnings: none I can think of

Word Count: ~2,500?

A/N: I can’t promise it’s any good, friends, but here it is! It’s been awhile, so I’m a little rusty! Hope you enjoy. You guys can thank Chris Lane and his song Big, Big Plans for kickstarting my brain. Because wow, it needed it.

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You practically bounced in your seat as Sam slowly inched the truck and trailer into place near the barns. He didn't need to say anything, you knew he was smirking over there at your impatience to get back and see a certain someone.

You wouldn't outright admit it, but you missed Dean the past few weeks on the road. A busy summer had meant some tough choices at the farm, sending you out to a string of shows with a crew of horses while Dean remained at home. He continued the training schedule as well as he could without you and trucked out to a few nearby shows every now and then.

Riding and training without Dean felt like you were missing a limb, but the runs with your horses had gone well and you'd made some decent money and you were returning home feeling victorious.

Sam had gone along to give you a hand, since moving and showing six horses wasn't exactly a one person activity. He finally put the truck in park and turned to you with an infuriatingly knowing smile. You flipped him off and shoved out of the cab, Rowan on your heels, silencing his laugh with a slam of the door.

The barn staff was already convening to get the horses unloaded and settled, and you nodded in greeting as you ducked into the barn, mercifully cool even in the summer heat. Rowan dashed off down one of the side aisles, and soon enough Benny's booming voice greeted the dog.

"Hey, Benny," you greeted, rounding the corner to find the farrier on the floor with Rowan, both of them grinning.

"Hey cher," he said, still patting Rowan, "Dean's in his office."

"Thanks," you replied, trying not to be in too much of an obvious hurry as you walked away. The giant fans in the wide open doors created a nice breeze through the barn and muffled most of the noise, so Dean didn't hear your footsteps as you approached his office. You stopped and leaned in the doorway, and his attention quickly snapped up from the papers on his desk.

"Hey," you said with a grin. He looked so good it hurt. He was wearing a black Singer Performance Horses t-shirt, his hat abandoned on the hook nearby. He was tanner than usual, the freckles on his face more prominent, his hair cropped short.

Dean stood slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. Then he stepped around his desk, grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him into a kiss. You kissed him back, throwing your arms around his neck as he grabbed your hips.

"Welcome home," Dean said, pausing briefly and pulling back.

"Thanks," you laughed, staring up at him in an effort to re-memorize the details of his face. Dean Winchester was a lot to take in.

"I was busy while you were gone," Dean continued, making you raise an eyebrow. In response, he reached around you to close the door and then turn the lock with a resounding click.

"You put in a lock," you realized, tilting your head suspiciously.

"Just for this," he replied, pulling you back to him.

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"Can I open my eyes yet?" you complained for the umpteenth time, slouched dramatically in the passenger seat of the impala. You had tipped your hat down low over your face after Dean had insisted you not look to maintain the surprise he was planning. He considered the request for a moment thoughtfully. It wasn't like you could know where he was taking you, he was just being dramatic with all the secrecy.

"Yeah alright," he finally agreed, watching as you ripped your hat off excitedly, only to frown at the endless blank landscape around the highway.

Good. You didn't have a clue where he was taking you.

"Where are we going?" you asked again, giving him an imploring look. But Dean only smirked, beyond pleased with himself. It had been a year since you came to the farm, since Dean first met you, and he wanted to do something special for it.

Because you changed everything, and Dean had some big, big plans.

You scowled and crossed your arms with a huff, making Dean chuckle.

"Patience..." he advised, already knowing that wouldn't go over well.

"How much longer?"

"Half an hour."

"Please tell me where we're going."

"Not a chance."

"Dean..." you whined, dragging out the vowels.

"You'll like it, just relax," he insisted, adjusting his grip on the wheel. It wasn't often that he had an excuse to take baby out for a nice long drive, not when so many aspects of his job demanded the towing capacity or the storage space of a pickup. Thankfully, this trip had allowed him to take his prized possession out for a well-deserved joy-ride, with the added bonus of confusing you even further about the nature of this trip.

"I'm not really dressed for a nice dinner," you informed him, making Dean chuckle. You were determined to get the answer out of him.

"I told you, we're not going anywhere to eat," he said, making you hum thoughtfully.

"Are we going to see your dad?" you asked suddenly, and Dean barked out a laugh.

"Definitely not."

You huffed in annoyance again, staring out the window at the fields rolling by, eyes flicking to every sign on the side of the road, likely hoping to pick up on some clue. Dean knew there wouldn't be anything obvious to point out your destination, though. There was a sign, but it was simply for a national park, and those weren't exactly uncommon out here. You perked up a little when Dean finally turned off the highway, but were silent until he pulled down the driveway.

"Devil's Garden?" you asked incredulously, reading the sign at the gate, "what the hell is this?"

"You'll see," Dean replied, easing the impala down the dirt road. He had been here once before, mostly to do some scouting and get more information. Then he had gone straight to Bobby, who had given him a long, strange look before agreeing that it was a fantastic idea.

"I swear to god if you hauled my ass out of bed for a goddamn auction on our day off, I'll kill you," you grumbled as you spotted corrals and holding pens. But there was something different in your voice and you sat up straighter, like you knew there had to be more to this place, more to Dean's plans. And it didn't take long. Up ahead there were more gates, more fencing, and at least a few hundred horses. As the impala crept closer, more details made the picture all too clear. The horses were separated into smaller groups, many with brands or paint on their hip indicating age, which ranged from foals to seniors. Some were skinny, bones poking out of their hides where they shouldn't, and others looked healthy as anything, but they all bore long, tangled manes, and they all were wild.

"Are those..." you breathed, hands gripping the dashboard as you craned your neck to see everything, anything, "mustangs?"

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You couldn't stop staring.

There were so many horses, and it broke your heart.

Wild, majestic and proud - only to be rounded up and confined to holding pens. The mustangs were becoming a controversial problem as their numbers climbed and their habitat shrunk. Farmers put up fences, landowners didn't want them around, and more and more the mustangs, something you considered a symbol of freedom and strength, were being viewed as a nuisance.

Dean was standing beside you, quiet, as if he knew you needed a moment to sort through your emotions.

"Are they- are they for sale?"

"Adoption," Dean corrected, "we're here to pick out two."

"Two?"

"Well yeah, I want one too."

You turned to find him smirking at you, which only made you grin.

"Where do we start?"

One of the staff members led you around to a few of the corrals, showing you the different horses, separated into age groups. It was an impossible choice, really, but you were sure that you'd know the right one when you saw it. There were a few that caught your eye, a large grey with a dark mane, a couple paints and bays that tugged at your heartstrings, but you couldn't make the choice.

Until you spotted them.

A pair of horses stood near the edge of one pen, almost shoulder to shoulder. One had it's head lowered, eyes half closed in sleep, but the other was alert, ears swiveling to catch sounds from the workers and other horses. They were dark brown bays, solidly built and in apparent good condition, tails swishing idly.

"They're brothers we think," the girl said when you asked, "they're always looking for each other. The bigger one nearly killed us when we separated them for vetting."

You glanced sidelong at Dean only to find him chuckling, scuffing his boot in the loose red tinted dirt.

"Them, I want them," you said firmly, and when Dean met your eyes, you saw approval in his gaze.

"We'll take em," he agreed.

"Do you want to pick them up when you come for the others?" The woman asked, scribbling down the horses' hip numbers on her clipboard.

"Others?" You demanded, whipping back around to face Dean, who only gave you a cheeky grin before answering.

"Yeah, but we'll use a second trailer. Pulling them from this group will be hard enough on them, don't need to do it again."

"Fair enough," she replied, handing her clipboard to Dean for a signature.

"Who are the others?" You hissed as the woman walked away, leaving the two of you leaning against the fence and watching your two new mustangs. They eyed you back suspiciously, the larger one pinning his ears and snapping at a passing chestnut. You knew to be patient with Dean, that pushing for more information too hard wouldn't get you anywhere, but god was it frustrating.

"When we heard how desperate the mustang problem is," Dean finally began, eyes trained on the wild horses before you, "Bobby offered to take a herd."

"A herd,” you repeated, dumbfounded.

"An entire family. So they could stay together, stay wild and unbroken and in their homeland. The back field behind the cabins will be theirs, to live out their days. We won't ride em, won't break em, just give them a safe place to live."

You couldn't help the tears that sparked in the corners of your eyes, and Dean slid an arm around you, pulling you into his side.

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Dean leaned against the rails of the roundpen, his eyes trained on you where you worked with the slightly smaller of the mustangs, who you had named Gunner. The whole taming wild horses thing was going well, he supposed, all things considered. The transition had been hard on everyone, but things had settled down and the horses were starting to respond. Gunner and Zeppelin hadn't taken kindly to being separated, but everyone agreed that they had to learn to have some independence. For now they lived in adjacent paddocks that Bobby had set up specifically for the mustangs, where they could see each other most of the time.

You'd been brought close to tears by their fear and outrage the first night, slumped, exhausted after a long day on the cabin porch, the horses' panicked calls audible in the distance. Dean had sat there with you for a long time, one hand running back and forth across your back, until finally the calls stopped. The next morning found both horses calm, crunching contentedly on their hay, but they still fell back into their dramatics every now and then.

The days since had brought bruised egos and limbs, frustration and fury, relief and pride. The process of gentling - not breaking - the wild horses was grueling for everyone. Just getting a halter onto them had been a monumental step, and building from there sometimes felt agonizingly slow. Dean had a slightly different approach than you did, but ultimately your goals were the same: build a partnership based on trust and respect.

More often than not Dean would find you sitting in Gunner's pen with your phone or a stack of paperwork or even your lunch, offering and asking him only for companionship. Usually the mustang would ignore you, but lately he’d been getting more curious. Dean had taken to using Kaz to help him with Zeppelin, hoping her model behavior would help the horse understand that he was safe to trust.

Dean bit his tongue before he could call out a suggestion, knowing he would only distract Gunner and that you knew well enough to do your own training. As if you'd read his mind, you turned and did exactly what he would have suggested, a wide grin breaking across your face as Gunner responded appropriately. You had ditched your hat in the late-afternoon heat, hair pulled up into a messy bun, a few strands escaping to fall down to your shoulders. With a start, Dean realized your Singer Performance t-shirt was actually his, the extra length tucked into your jeans. Not a huge surprise, considering you and Rowan practically lived with him now, but it was an oddly welcome sight. He liked seeing you in his clothes.

You ended the training session on a good note, patting Gunner on the neck and leading him out of the pen, back towards his paddock and his brother. Zeppelin whinnied as he heard them coming, and Gunner replied with his own nicker, trotting over to check on his brother as soon as you released him.

"He's looking good," Dean commented, slinging an arm across your shoulders as you joined him.

"That felt really good. I think we made some progress," you agreed, hip-checking him playfully as the two of you set off towards the main house for dinner, "think we can start backing them soon?"

"I think so. Need to go slow, but I think they're ready to try."

"Zep hasn't tried to murder you lately for leaning on him, so that's promising," you laughed, making Dean smile.

"I'm glad you find the thought of my death so funny," he said, pulling you closer and kissing the side of your head roughly. Still laughing, you shoved off of him, jogging a few steps towards the house before turning to face him.

"You almost died once on me, Winchester," you said, smile still on your face but something more serious in your eyes, "no more of that."

"Cross my heart," Dean promised, stopping just in front of you.

"The rest of that is 'hope to die,' dummy," you scoffed, scowling up at him.

"Shut up," he muttered, leaning down and kissing you, long and slow, your arms coming up to circle his neck. He pulled back after a second, staring down into your face and was hit suddenly just how hard he'd been falling. "I ain't goin anywhere," he said, “I’ve got plans.”

“Do you, now?” you asked, tilting your head questioningly. Dean only grinned, his mind wandering back to his cabin, to the ring hidden in one of his boots and the three acres he’d bought from Bobby last year. 

Big, big plans alright.

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