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jackandthesoulmates · 3 years

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soaked

Author: jackandthesoulmates / tintentrinkerin

Title: soaked

Created for @winklinebingo , @spnkinkbingo

Squares filled: name calling (spnkinkbingo), free space: Watersports (winklinebingo)

Pairing: Winkline (Samjack)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: smut, bdsm themes

Additional tags: Watersports, Degradation, Humiliation, Misogynistic Slurs, Sub!Jack, Brat!Jack, Dom!Sam

Word count: 2,049

Many things that Jack and Sam do in the sheets are a result of them fooling around. Jokes. Giggles, “have you ever?”s. Sam is the one with the experience of course, but Jack is the one with the imagination going places that even Sam didn’t know so far.

First, it was Jack who loved gagging on Sam’s cock, crying and gasping while looking up and so endlessly desperate for Sam’s praise. It was tiny little things of Sam humiliating Jack, letting him go out without underwear in a skirt. Dinner in a fancy restaurant and a vibrator egg deep in Jack’s ass, remote control in Sam’s pockets.

And oh dear, Jack wants so much more. He wants to be spat at, insulted, belittled, being bossed around, cock squeezed in a cage. It’s a lot and sometimes Sam wonders, where all these kinks come from. He’s barely four years on this earth, there was no man or woman before Sam and there’s nothing Jack likes about porn. He doesn’t even read books with overly sexual content. It’s not that Sam is complaining about any of it, no no. He loves it. He loves kinky, submissive, filthy Jack. He loves how pliant Jack becomes after punishment and how hard and loud he comes from just his prostate massaged. Sam is by no means a sadist, he wouldn’t say that. He’s just turned on by Jack, by how much he enjoys himself being beaten and bruised, choked and flogged. There were things even Sam wouldn’t try on Jack even if he begged for it.

Actually, Sam always thought he wouldn’t be into watersports. He doesn’t get behind the appeal of being pissed on, drinking some other person’s urine.

But now Jack mentioned it, they’re in the library, Sam has a whiskey, Jack is good with anything soda, as long as it rots his human teeth (which doesn’t bother him at all, he’s half angel, he heals in no time. If he wants to).

Sam looks closely at Jack, eyes narrowed.

“Is that a request?”, he asks sheepishly.

Jack leans forward and gives him an innocent puppy eyes kind of look that means exactly the opposite.

“Maybe?”, he says, “maybe not…”

It’s his game and Sam knows it. There will be if’s and maybe’s and teasing and pleading in the end. There’s a secret signal. Not a safeword. A safeword use ends a scene. Their secret signal starts it. Sam waits.

There’s a blink, a short drawing of breath.

“I bet you don’t dare to piss on me, old man.”

“I bet you will regret saying that.”

They stare at each other. Sam is fast, his hunter reflexes are strong, even now when he and Dean have retired. He’s out of his chair and on Jack’s throat in a matter of less than a second. His hand grips in Jack’s hair. He winces but looks up at Sam with his bratty glare now.

There it is, “I bet you don’t dare”.

Jack lost all of these bets so far and he knows it very well. It’s the signal, the act of consent. He wants Sam to do it and Sam will. He drags Jack on his hair along the library. Jack whines and laughs in an eerie mix that shows the arousal, the thrill, and the triumph even if Sam rips out some hair at the root. The next bathroom is the one that sued to be Castiel’s along the hall. There are still towels, functioning water tabs, and a bathtub. Sam turns around and forces Jack on his knees.

“You want to be pissed on, you filthy little slut? You don’t even deserve my body’s waste!”

Jack looks up, eyes tearing up and red already, one fist pressed against his lips, the other one tries to loosens Sam’s grip on his hair. Sam crouches in front of him, the look on his face is warm and kind, but the fist in Jack’s hair tightens and he tilts Jack’s head back. For a moment they stare at each other again. There it is. Jack’s jubilant smirk. Sam lets go of Jack’s hair, finally and slaps Jack right across his cheek. The slap isn’t that bad, not meant to hurt the boy, but to humiliate him. Sam’s cock jumps in his jeans when he sees more tears in Jack’s eyes, now flowing over and running down his cheek.

“You think you deserve a single drop of it, huh? Tell me.”

Jack bites his lip.

“I do.”

Another slap across his face.

“Wrong answer. Try again.”

Jack stays silent. Sam knows it’s Jack testing him, Jack wants to be broken. Every single time Sam needs to break his will and his dignity, it needs to be humiliating and cruel for Jack to get off. This is no light spanking and “harder, daddy” scene. It’s not what he needs.

Sam’s slaps now turn harder. He is strong, Jack knows it. Sam bruises him up easily, Jack’s skin uses to be all bright black and blue with yellow blow outs in sharp contrast to his pale, milkwhite skin.

The boy is sobbing now.

“You’re already my convenient little cum dumpster, it’s an honor I use your holes for that. Given the fact you’re still lousy at taking my cock.”

Jack nods with trembling lips.

“I’m getting better”, he says, a little weak now. “It’s so big.”

“You’re damn right it is.”

Sam grants Jack a little relief, cups the angel’s face with his big hands, and brushes away the tears with his thumbs.

“And I’m still so nice with you, right? I give you all of this in my generosity. All I ask for is an obedient little slut, with his holes ready at any time. Are you ready anytime? Are you obedient?”

Jack shakes his hand softly, sniffling and breathing soundly through his parted lips.

“No, I’m not. I’m not ready, your cock tears me apart, sir. And I’m a brat, sir. I don’t obey.”

The smile on Sam’s face is genuine. He likes it when Jack gives in. It’s fulfilling, satisfying.

“That’s right, pet. That’s right. And now you even want my piss. What should I think of you now? You can’t take it. You will fail as you fail with everything. You gulp my precious cum, like you have to. It’s a gift, others would die to get a drop of it. I don’t think I should waste anything on you.”

His boy is crying for real now, sobbing and shaking. It’s always a sight, it’s like watching someone getting purged of all hope. Damn, it’s utter surrender. Sam attempts to get up and turn around, leave crying Jack here on the cold tiles. He could go, have another drink and wait for Jack to return to him like a beaten dog. Sometimes he likes that. Not giving in to Jack’s kinks. Deny him. Only to fuck him into oblivion afterwards.

“Please, sir, please give me your piss… I’m begging you… please I will be good! I will take it like a good boy.”

His pleas make Sam’s heart jump and he turns around, looks down at the crying mess he created, and smirks.

“Didn’t we agree that you’re a pathetic little shit? That you’re bratty and unable to handle me?”

His voice is soft and wooing, laced in pity for Jack.

“Yes, but I want to prove I can do better. Please please please, I need it!”

Sam gives in now.

“Get in the tub. Naked”, he orders.

Jack obeys, undresses first, and climbs in, his legs are shaking and he needs to get a grip on the brink of the bathtub to not fall over. He’s clearly aroused too. Jack kneels down, his hands on his legs, palms open and ready to receive. Sam also doesn’t undress at all. It shows who’s in control. He unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. He’s somehow hard already, but not enough to prevent Sam from being able to pee. Jack gasps at the sight. It’s cute somehow because he never seems to get used to the sight.

“Look me in the eyes, pet.”

His blue dazzling eyes look up at Sam, big and glassy.

“Good. You really can’t wait to get pissed on, hmmm?”

“N-no, I can’t … I want it, sir.”

“Open your mouth.”

Jack first looks shocked but then parts his lips for Sam.

“I said ‘open your mouth’. Wider.”

Oh, how sweet he trembles. He obeys again, mouth wide open and his tongue sticking out. Like he has to do when Sam cums in his face. What a beautiful sight he is. So innocent and yet so depraved. Sam rubs his cock a little, he’s nervous about it, it’s new. It’s unexplored. Completely foreign territory. Something he can’t show to Jack now. Jack trusts him and that’s what matters now. It takes him some effort to relax. Truly relax. Release the tension from his muscles, from his jaw, his arms, and let go. The first spurt of piss hits Jack’s chest. He moans in surprise, but doesn’t look away from Sam’s face, keeps his mouth open.

“How does it feel? Being pissed on? Tell me, pet.”

Jack does his best to keep eye contact, even when Sam’s piss is running down his chest now, leaving glistening trails on his white skin. Some drops make it down to his belly button and even his cock. Jack’s erection is massive, twitching and leaking precum.

“It’s humiliating, sir”, he says in a thin voice, “I feel dirty.”

“Good. Very good. You deserve to feel dirty.”

Sam bites his lip while another spurt hits Jack’s throat and gets caught in the strands of his blonde hair.

“Open your mouth.”

Jack obeys. Sam’s piss now splashes against Jack’s chin and his mouth. He comes closer to aim better at Jack’s mouth and tongue. It visible Jack wants to retch, the smell and taste must be a lot, but he stays focused, receiving Sam’s piss.

“Touch yourself.”

Jack moans quietly and squeezes his eyes shut, but he starts jerking while urine is flowing all over his chest and stomach. Even his hand and cock get covered and soaked in piss. It really turns him on, because he starts squirming and moaning in a manner Sam never heard before. He doesn’t have much left, Sam needs to hurry. He covers Jack’s forehead in piss, wets his hair. Then the flow stops and Jack whines.

“Can I cum?”, he asks, gulping down a bit of Sam’s gift.

“Yes.”

“Thank you, sir…”, Jack cries.

His movements get frantic almost, he thrusts in his fist, eyes still shut and his whole body trembling.

“Say ‘thank you, sir, for giving me your piss’.”

“Oh, God… Thank you, sir, for giving me your piss…”

A few more powerful thrusts and Jack spills his cum over his legs. He moans in pleasure, his eyes shine in a slight golden light as it happens sometimes when he loses control. The sight makes Sam hard as a rock. When Jack slowly calms down, he breathes deeply and his head falls back. The smile is back.

“Good boy”, Sam praises.

He gets out of his clothes now. Needs relief.

Jack is used to it being fucked raw, he loves it, as he assures Sam over and over. It’s the stretch, the pain and the feeling of Sam’s cum filling him up. And as a reward for being so obedient, Sam even grants him to rinse off the piss first.

It’s their ritual to take a bath afterwards. Jack loves bubbles. Jack always gets bubbles.

In Sam’s arms he relaxes and raves of the experience. Sam kisses Jack’s neck.

“I’m glad you liked it. For a second I thought you wouldn’t want it to get that far.”

Jack laughs and turns around to kiss Sam’s lips. He doesn’t taste of urine, something Sam is secretly happy about. He loves humiliating and degrading Jack, but he would never like it done to himself.

“Don’t be silly, Sam. I loved it. It was perfect.”

Jack looks at Sam in pure adoration and Sam leans in another kiss, happy to have given his boyfriend something that satisfied him deeply.

Sam would shower Jack in all the love he could give.

#winklinebingo #spnkinkbingo #winkline #samjack #sin is sinning

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bloody, but unbowed by you_idjits

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Or, the one where Sam never goes to Jericho with Dean, but instead pursues law school and a life with Jess. Dean falls in love with a gas station attendant named Castiel.

Six years after they last saw one another, Sam and Dean meet again in a courtroom. A lot can change in six years.

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Dean Winchester's Secret (Angel) Boyfriend by reluctantabandon, Winter_of_our_Discontent

Dean Winchester isn't exactly a team player. So when he starts mentioning a new Hunting partner, Ellen and Jo Harvelle aren't sure whether they should be worried or relieved.

But they're starting to get the feeling there's something important Dean's not telling them about Cas...

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Equinox by luchia

In which Castiel is the weird time-traveling freak who just might be the love of Dean Winchester's life.

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Face to Face with the Skies by quiddative

(Set right after 4.22) Castiel was not killed by Raphael on the night of Lucifer’s release. Instead, he’s sent to the year 1996 and encounters the Winchesters. Unable to return to the present, Castiel resigns himself to traveling with them on their hunts across the states.

Meanwhile in the year 2008, Dean has barely gotten used to being back in the land of the living when he gets the biggest shock of his life; the man he fell in love with when he was eighteen has seemingly come back from the grave as well, claiming to be an angel of the Lord. The thing is, he doesn’t have a clue who Dean is.

(Words: 42k)

Find the River by LoversAntiquities

Barely a month after recovering from the crash that nearly took his life, Dean’s world is rocked once again, this time the result of an even more devastating injury—the loss of his leg. The accident should have killed him, left Sam alone with a car and without his brother. But in the aftermath, Dean finds unanticipated salvation in a gray-suited man who calls himself an Angel and claims Dean’s life is worth more than he thinks.

After Dean’s miraculous recovery, the Angel leaves him to his own devices with a prosthetic leg and a mission—to find out more about this mysterious ‘Castiel’ and the meaning behind why he pulled Dean from the brink of death, why he thought Dean, out of everyone else that day, was worth saving. And maybe, just maybe, Dean can come to accept it as well.

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Season Ticket On A One Way Ride by Darksilvercat

Before Castiel breaks Dean out of the green room in 4.22, he breaks Anna out of prison. With two angels on Team Free Will, the apocalypse takes a different course. Some things change, some things stay the same, and the world is going to Hell in a handbasket, but in the midst of it all, Dean finds a way to hold his family together.

(Words: 44k)

The Law of Equivalent Exchange by awed_frog

“And what’s the point of it?”

“Of love? There isn’t one. Loving is its own purpose.”

(Words: 61k)

A Different Kind of Falling by Lyrial

“I will do it then,” Castiel said with confidence that he did not truly possess. “I will pretend to be a hunter and gain the trust of Dean Winchester so that we may locate Michael’s grace and restore him. I might not be as familiar with humanity as Balthazar is, but I am still a master tactician. I am certain that deceiving a few humans will be well within my capabilities.”

As the humans would say, famous last words.

(Dean is the fallen archangel Michael. Castiel is sent on a mission to restore him to his angelic self. Things get complicated, however, when Castiel finds himself falling for Dean.)

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a turn of the earth by mishcollin

Dean’s your typical half-orphaned, monster-killing 22-year-old until a trenchcoated stranger crashes into his back windshield one September night, claiming he’s an angel that knows him from the future and that he’s on the run.

Frigging fantastic.

(Or, in which Castiel gets stuck in Dean’s timeline preseries and Dean kind of hates it—until he doesn’t.)

(Words: 95k)

My Roots Take Flight by KismetJeska

After forty years in Hell, Dean’s more than willing to accept the offer: become a guardian angel and earn his freedom. But his new ward seems destined to hunt alongside Sam, and there are secrets in Heaven that the angels don’t want found out. Dean’s going to have to choose between his duty and the people he loves- and to work out just where Castiel fits in.

(Words: 126k)

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Hello! I have an idea for the ficlet (feel better btw!). Okay: HS AU with popular!Dean and popular!Cas, they're those two annoying guys who make funny (but also obnoxious) comments in every single class, and make stupid, flirtatious remarks to each other like "Cas looks pretty hot today guys" or "I'm totally dating Dean, everyone" etc. Only thing is, they're secretly in love, but neither will admit it. I've had this idea for a while and I'd LOVE for a talented author to execute it.

Aaaahhh it’s been too long since I’ve done a High School AU and I’ve missed it. Thanks for this one and thanks so much for asking me to fufill the prompt! I hope I do it justice :)

AO3

“Please take your seats quickly. I want to discuss your quiz scores so we can go over any questions you may have before the final test.” Ms. Mills said with a stack of papers clutched against her chest.

Dean stretched his arms above his head as he flopped into his usual seat on the third row, next to the wall so he could lean up against it in times of extreme laziness. He sprawled out accordingly, dropping his backpack to the floor and draping his letterman jacket over his seat until the air conditioning kicked in during the middle of class like it usually did.

“Hey, hot stuff.” Dean said with a nod as Castiel sat down in the seat next to him.

“Good morning, Dean.” Castiel said, barely looking up as he aligned his binder and world history book neatly on the small desk in front of him.

“How was that student council thingy yesterday?” Dean asked, popping a piece of gum into his mouth.

“Absolutely dreary without your shining personality to brighten all of our days,” Castiel murmured, completely straight-faced.

Dean winked as Ms. Mills began talking again.

“Some of you need to look at your notes from the beginning of the year again,” she said as she began passing back the quizzes. “And some of you need to remember that - if you want full credit on the final test - the answer to ‘What are the seven wonders of the ancient world’ is not ‘Castiel Novak’s Ass’ written seven times.”

She frowned when she got to Dean’s desk, dropping the paper on his desk as the rest of the class laughed.

Dean clicked his tongue and made a finger gun at Castiel with another wink.

“Really, Dean? Don’t be childish.” Castiel said, just loud enough for everyone to hear. “We all know that’s not true. I haven’t done any squats in at least a month.”

Dean hummed as he leaned back in his seat, obviously inspecting Castiel’s rear end. “Hmmm. Doesn’t show.”

“If you two are quite finished -” Ms. Mills rolled her eyes and made her way back up to the front of the room and rested a hand on her hip. “Now, did anyone have any questions on anything that you’d like to go over?”

Dean leaned forward and raised his hand.

“Besides you.”

Dean let his hand drop to rest above his heart in a faux-wounded position.

“Ms. Mills. I’m shocked and offended that you would deny me my right to receive an education. I wouldn’t dare waste your time with trivial questions.”

Ms. Mills raised an eyebrow.

“Mmhmm. What’s your question.”

“I noticed that you maked me down on question twelve? We had to name one of the causes of Enlightenment?”

“Again, the answer is not ‘Castiel Novak’s Ass’.”

The class broke out into laughter again as Dean leaned back in his chair and did - yet another - finger gun at his best friend.

“You can pay me after class,” Dean said teasingly.

Castiel nodded seriously.

“Cash or credit?”

The laughter finally died down, ending with a long sigh from the front of the classroom.

“… anyone else have any questions?”

***

Dean leaned back against the wall with the rest of their gym class while Castiel and Meg, who had been elected by Bobby (who’d be damned if any of the students called him Mr. Singer) stood up front, picking teams for dodgeball.

“Ruby,” Meg said with a lazy wave, and Ruby skipped over to stand next to her.

Dean smirked as Castiel pretended to survey the rest of the group before pointing at directly and predictably at Dean.

“I guess I’ll take that fine specimen over there.”

Dean flexed as he practically pranced over to his friend, posing next to him while the rest of the class either chuckled or rolled their eyes.

“Raphael.”

“Anna.”

“Abaddon.”

“Jo.”

The choosing continued until there was no one left and both teams had made their way over to their prospective sides for a pre-game huddle.

“Alright, here’s the plan,” Dean said in as loud of a whisper as he dared. “When the whistle blows, Cas, you stay behind and I’ll run ahead so that you can stare at my ass.”

Jo snorted.

“C’mon, Dean. Be serious -”

“No, no,” Castiel interrupted, holding up his hand. “He has a point. I think it’s a worthy sacrifice.”

“You guys are ridiculous.”Jo said, shaking her head. “Anyway, I think we should all run for it and damn the consequences.”

Castiel nodded along as Jo spoke.

“Yes. In all seriousness, Jo’s correct. As team captain, I think that we all should do whatever we can to get our hands on those balls.”

“Cas, you know you can always get your hands on my -”

“Shut the fuck up, Dean,” Jo said in exasperation.

***

Dean stripped off all of his football gear and took a quick shower before running back outside to the bleachers where Castiel usually met him after practice. He didn’t always stick around after school, but when Cas had student government stuff after, he’d watch what was left of Dean’s practices as they tended to go longer.

“How was practice?” Castiel asked, snapping his book closed and hopping off the bleachers to fall in step with Dean.

“Same old, same old,” Dean said, tugging up his shirt to rub at his damp hair. “Coach yells, we run, Lucifer trips Michael, and Benny tries to set me up on a date.”

Castiel tucked his book under his arm and nodded. “Sounds exciting. And you said?”

“That all a man will ever need is a cool drink of water like yourself.” Dean placed a hand over his own heart, bowing his head in reverence.

“A good answer,” Castiel said, nodding in his approval as they neared Dean’s car. “So, what’s your mom making for dinner tonight?”

“The best goddamn mashed potatoes you’ll ever have.”

“Wonderful.” Castiel grinned as he opened the Impala’s passenger side door and slipped inside. “I’m starving.”

They drove the ten minute drive to Dean’s house with the radio turned all the way up, singing the lyrics of various love songs to each other as dramatically as they could, with Castiel reminding Dean to watch the road as needed.

“Mom!” Dean shouted as he opened the front door. “Do we have enough food for a plus one?”

He dropped his backpack and stripped his shoes at the front door, watching Castiel do the same.

“Of course!” he heard from the kitchen. “Who’d you bring?”

“Adonis reincarnate.”

“Dean, you know Castiel is always welcome.” Mary said, and poked her head out from behind the doorframe. “Hello, Cas.”

“Hi, Mrs. Winchester.” Castiel waved before turning to Dean with a raised eyebrow. “Adonis reincarnate, huh? That’s a new one.”

Dean grinned.

“Only the best for you, babe.”

***

“Listen, Dean.”

Dean looked up from where he was shoving all of his clean laundry into its respective drawers while Cas lay on his bed.

“Yeah?”

Castiel’s hands drummed on his stomach.

“I was thinking… what if we went on a date?”

Dean paused and turned completely around, a pair of boxer shorts still in his hand.

“What?”

Castiel propped himself up on his elbows and licked his lips.

“You know. A…. date. You and me. Doing something together.” Dean watched Castiel pause and clear his throat. “Would you want to?”

Dean tilted his head and let a slow smile creep across his lips.

“Cas, I think that’s an amazing idea.”

Castiel’s mouth fell open, and an even wider grin split his face.

“Wait - really? You think?”

“Absolutely! You’re a genius! People will think that’s hilarious!”

Dean burst out laughing at the thought of everyone’s faces at school when they found out. It would really be the icing on the top of the cake for a lot of people. Not only would they flirt with each other at every opportunity, but now an actual date? Incredible.

“Right. Yeah.”

Dean glanced over at Castiel, who was looking away, his smile nearly gone.

“No, it really will be funny! Jo will probably die laughing. It’s a great idea, Cas.”

Castiel chuckled, but even that sounded forced, like he no longer found his idea funny.

“Thanks,” he murmured, flopping back down on the bed and staring out the window.

Weird.

Still, even though it would be a joke, the idea of going on a date with Cas… it was nice. Nicer than he’d thought it would be.

Not that he’d ever…you know.

Thought about that.

“So, what did you want to do for it?” Dean asked, though he already had a list of possibilities that he was running through. Dinner and a movie was up there at the top of the list, just because of how incredibly cliche it was.

“I don’t care,” Cas mumbled, picking up his book again and turning to his bookmark. “You decide.”

Dean tossed the boxers into his top drawer and rubbed his hands together.

This was going to be the best date of his life.

***

It was not the best date of his life.

It was…okay. Very average, if he had to make a guess.

Definitely by no fault of Dean’s, he finally decided. He was making sure to go out of his way to be especially flirtatious with Castiel on their date by holding doors open, being more touchy-feely than usual, and absolutely drowning him in pet names.

Cas, however, wasn’t playing off of him as well as he usually did.

“Here you are, sunshine,” Dean said, opening the passenger door for Castiel with a flourish. “I hope you enjoyed the meal.”

“Thanks,” Castiel said, sliding into the seat and shutting the door himself, nearly wrenching it from Dean’s grasp.

Dean pressed his lips together as he walked over to the other side of the car to let himself in.

“You doing okay?” he asked and started the car, sparing a glance over to Castiel.

Castiel let out a breath and shot him a quick smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Yes. I’m fine. Just a little tired, I think.”

“Oh, okay.” Dean drummed his fingers against the steering wheel as he drove, the silence making the drive a little more awkward than it usually was.

“And here we are,” Dean said cheerfully when they stopped in front of Castiel’s house. “Home sweet home.”

Castiel smiled and leaned his head back on the head rest. “Well, thanks Dean. It was a fun date. We should - what are you doing?”

Dean paused in the middle of opening the driver’s side door.

“Um, walking you to your front door, of course.”

“Oh,” Castiel ducked his head and the dim lighting made it almost look like Castiel was blushing. “Dean, you don’t need to do that. I think I can find my way on my own.”

Dean scoffed and shook his head, as if the very thought of such an act wounded his honor.

“What kind of gentleman would that make me? Please.” he winked and quickly shut the door behind him to get to the other side of the car before Castiel opened the door. “It’s my pleasure.”

Castiel looked up at him as Dean opened the car door, and Dean’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat.

Oh. Well.

He’d probably just had a little too much fun pretending to be on a date with him, is all. It was just muscle memory for him by now.

Castiel climbed out. Dean shut the door. The two of them walked up to Castiel’s porch.

Just like they would do on a real date.

“Again, thank you, Dean. It was fun.” Castiel said, smiling at him from just a foot away.

“Are you gonna leave me without a goodnight kiss?”

Dean wasn’t sure why he said it, probably because that’s what he did at the end of every date, but the moment it was out of his mouth he knew there was no taking it back. Part of him wasn’t even sure that he wanted to.

Castiel’s lips pulled into slight frown, and Dean realized that’s where he’d been staring for quite some time now.

“What?”

“You know. Goodnight kiss.” Dean pointed to his own lips with a smile.

“Why?” Castiel was squinting now, like he usually did when he didn’t understand something the teacher was saying or when he was working out a math problem.

“To like, make the date official. It’ll be funny.” Dean shrugged.

Castiel’s frown deepened.

“No.Goodnight, Dean.”

“Oh, come on, Cas!” Dean reached out and rested a hand on his forearm as Castiel turned away to open the door to his house. “It won’t mean anything. Just a kiss so we can tell people we did!”

Dean could see Castiel’s grip on the doorknob tighten minimally, and when Castiel looked back with a face full of hurt -

Dean took a step back.

“That’s why I’m saying ‘no’.”

And Dean was left alone on the porch.

***

Dean closed the door to his house as quietly as he could, and rubbed at his eyes in confusion. Something had gone very, very badly and Dean’s mind was experiencing a little too much turbulence for him to figure out what exactly that meant or where it had happened.

“Dean? Is that you?”

Dean rubbed at the back of his head as he made his way into the living room, following the sound of his mother’s voice.

Mary was sitting on the couch with a book in her lap; her hair was pulled back into a messy and reading glasses rested on the tip of her nose.

“Hey, mom.”

Mary looked up and smiled.

“Hey, hun. What were you up to?”

Dean sighed and flopped down on the couch next to her, resting his hands on his stomach.

“Went on a date with Cas.”

“Oh? And how’d it go?”

Dean shrugged and made a noncommittal grunt.

“Well, what did you do for the date?”

“Dinner and a movie.”

Mary raised her eyebrow.

“Really? I thought that was something you only did on first dates.”

Dean frowned and glanced over at his mother as she calmly turned a page in her book.

“It- it was a first date.”

Mary made a face at Dean and tutted as she shook her head in disappointment.

“You’ve never taken your boyfriend on a proper date? Dean.”

Dean sat up.

“Wha - but I - we’re not - it’s not like -” Dean steepled his fingers together and pressed them against his lips. “Wait, what…what makes you think that Cas and I are dating?”

“Well,” Mary pursed her lips thoughtfully and folded a dog-ear in her book. “Besides the intense amount of flirting that’s sort of a giveaway? Two things. One is the way that you look at him.”

“The way I….” Dean trailed off, a question in is voice.

“The way you look at him. Dean, the way you stare at Castiel reminds me of the way people stare at stars. It’s like there’s nothing else in the world you’d rather be looking at.”

Dean felt the a light blush begin crawling up his neck.

“Oh. Um. What’s the second thing, then?”

Mary smiled.

“The way he looks at you.”

***

“Cas! Hey, Cas!”

Dean shoved his way through the crowds of lunch period, trying to catch up to his best friend. Castiel had been extremely successful in avoiding him throughout their classes and even the teachers had noticed that he’d sat on the opposite side of the room from Dean instead right next to him as he usually did.

“‘Scuse me. Pardon me.” Dean used few well-timed elbow jabs until he could finally tap Castiel on the shoulder. “Cas. Hey.”

Castiel glanced over his shoulder and squinted.

“Oh. Hello Dean. How did everyone take the news about our date last night?” he asked, folding his arms in front of his chest and not bothering to hide the slight venom in his voice.

“I uh, I haven’t told anyone.” Dean said, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Look, can we talk?”

Castiel shrugged.

“Sure.”

Dean grabbed Castiel by his hand and led him outside where there weren’t so many people surrounding them before.

He took a deep breath, quickly running through the major points of long speech that he’d prepared in his head. It was full of eloquent apologies and deep confessions that he hoped would help Castiel realize how he felt and maybe help him forgive what an ass he was.

“Will you be my boyfriend?” Dean blurted, then slapped a hand over his mouth.

Castiel’s eyes widened almost comically.

“What?”

“Shit, wait. That was supposed to come last.” Dean licked his lips, feeling the panic set in. “Look, Cas. I’m so sorry about last night. I played it off like it was just a joke but…I don’t think it was. I don’t think any of this has been a joke for me and I’ve just been too much of an idiot to realize it. What I’m trying to say here is, I uh, I really like you, Cas. I don’t want any of this to be pretend anymore. I want you to be my boyfriend.”

Castiel continued to stare, and Dean didn’t blame him for taking his time while he digested the word-vomit that he’d just dumped.

“So…” he said finally. “The date was real?”

Dean shrugged, letting himself smile a little.

“It should have been.”

Castiel nodded to himself and slowly reached out to grab Dean’s hand, giving him plenty of time to move back if this wasn’t something he wanted.

He wanted it.

“Then I think I’d like that very much, Dean.” Castiel murmured, intertwining their fingers together with a grin.

“Awesome.” Dean breathed a sigh of relief and squeezed his hand tightly, not bothering to hide how giddy Castiel’s simple answer had made him. They were holding hands. Of course, they had before, but all of those times were just screwing around being funny.

This wasn’t funny anymore.

It was so much better than that.

It was real.

“So, uh, Cas?” Dean said, ducking his head a little to hide his playful grin.

“Mmmhm?”

“If that date was real, does that mean I can get a goodnight kiss now?”

Castiel raised an eyebrow, a teasing look on his face as he slowly leaned in, causing Dean’s heart to nearly burst from his chest in anticipation-

And pressed a finger against Dean’s lips.

“I never kiss on the first date. I’ll see you later, darling. ”

Dean laughed as Castiel slipped from his grasp and walked away, a slight skip in his step.

“Then I’ll pick you up at eight, hot stuff!” He called after Castiel’s retreating silhouette.

A few meandering students paused and stared at Dean curiously.

“That’s my boyfriend.” Dean said with a nonchalant shrug and the biggest goddamn smile that he’d ever had on his face.

#spn #destiel #destiel fic #its-the-tenerife-sea #whelvenwings #high school au #hope you like it!#sometimes I write #there's a read more in case mobile doesn't let you see it

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Where the Trees Grow #2

Here’s the second part of my entry for @brothersapart‘s contest! You can read the first part here, if you haven’t already. Also, I’ll probably be posting this to my AO3 account soon, so just letting you know. Enjoy!

“It’s just a checkup we’re doing. Making sure everything is running smoothly,” Dean told the chief police officer. He had on his FBI get up, Sam and Jacob safely tucked away in an inside pocket. He watched the chief as she finished up what he assumed was paper work. She paused and looked at him.

“Everything’s great. Well, other than the theft and break-ins here and there, but nothing we can’t handle ourselves.” She had a southern accent, but it seemed faded from years of living in the north. Dean nodded and stood. He reached in one of his suit pockets, the one below his brothers and felt around for his small business card.

Jacob and Sam felt the jacket move as Dean reached a hand in under them. Every movement Dean made was noticeable in his pocket. Even more so in the inside jacket pocket. The two sent each other a look, but remained silent.

“Thanks for your time and if anything bad or strange comes up, just give me a call with this number,” He winked as the chief took the card. She smiled.

“I’ll make sure of it,” Dean left the office with a slight frown. Still no case. He should probably see that as a good thing. It meant nothing was out there killing people, but he had to admit, he could go for a good hunt right about now.

As Dean headed towards the front, a commotion caught his attention, taking place near one of the desks. As he turned to see the source, he was met by a very strange sight. A man, with bright green hair, was yelling in some accent Dean couldn’t place. He looked like he had jumped in as many mud puddles as he could and ran through many a bush on the way over here. He was waving his arms all around, trying to get his point across and make the officers listen to him.

“No! You don’t understand! I left my friend out there all alone with that thing! He needs help!” His eyes were pleading and desperate, but the officer just shook his head.

“I’m sorry, but we can’t do anything unless he’s been missing for more than 24 hours or if you have evidence he’s in trouble.” The officer stared at him, as if waiting for the man to hand over some sort of evidence. The green haired man deflated.

“I-I don’t…” He trailed off and looked down at the ground. Dean decided he’d had enough of this and walked over to the two of them with the confidence of a real FBI agent.

“Hey, couldn’t help but overhear,” The man turned to him and Dean whipped out his badge for both of them to see.

“The names Dean Perry,” he turned towards the officer and nodded at him. “I’ll take it from here if you don’t mind.” The officer shrugged and left. Greenie—Dean’s nickname for the guy, an obvious choice really, considering—suddenly had a huge smile on his face.

“Wait! Are you saying you’ll help me!” He stepped forward a bit, and Dean stepped back. Not wanting him too close in case anything happened to his tiny passengers. Dean held up a hand and Greenie froze.

“Before I help, I need to hear the whole story.” Greenie nodded and opened his mouth as if to start talking, but closed it when Dean put his hand up again. Man, this guy was excitable. And loud. He hoped Sam and Jacob were doing okay. Sounds tended to be a lot louder for them at their size and the guy’s voice was loud even for him.

“Not here. Let’s head somewhere away from these cops,” he motioned around him and Greenie nodded.

***

Dean put a gentle hand on top of his pocket as the two sat down in a booth at a nearby diner. He knew he was keeping them in their longer than planned, but he was sure they forgave him considering they might have a case and all. Even so, the hand lingered there for a second, as a reassuring gesture. He felt two light taps against his hand and smiled before dropping it onto the table.

“So, you have a name?” Greenie smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Names Jack, or well Sean, but Jack is fine!” Dean raised an eyebrow, wondering how someone got Jack from Sean, but decided not to comment on it. He wasn’t here for friendly conversation. Dean leaned back in the booth, arms crossed a little lower than normal as to not hit his bros. He nodded.

“Alright, now tell me what happened. From the beginning if you don’t mind.” Jack took a deep breath.

“Well, I decided to take a trip to America to meet up with Mark, a good friend of mine. We’ve hung out before, but never just the two of us, so we decided to go on a camping trip for a few days.” Dean raised a hand up, causing Jack to pause.

“Where are you from?” Jack blinked, before his eyes widened.

“Oh! I’m from Ireland! Glory greatest country!” He yelled, but then saw the look Dean was giving him, making him realize where he was and who he was talking to.

“Oh, um, sorry. Just a sort of inside joke thing,” He laughed awkwardly. Dean shook his head; this guy was all over the place. At least he could finally place the accent, the Irish was now very apparent to him.

“Alright, well if you could continue?” Jack nodded, seeming to have gotten over the awkwardness rather quickly, going right back into his story.

“I got to America a few days ago, and the two of us headed out here to camp out. We had decided we wanted to camp all natural, instead of in some campsite designated area, which in hindsight probably wasn’t a good idea. Especially considering…” He trailed off and bit his lip. Dean gave a gentle look, seeing the pain in his eyes, and urged him to continue. Jack took another breath, this one shakier.

“Everything was fine the first day. We set up camp, told a few stories, made a ton of dick jokes. It was nice just hanging out. But yesterday… yesterday was different. We both suddenly felt like we were being watched. We kept hearing things. Like the leaves rustling, but not, if that even makes any sense. It didn’t get to bad until nightfall though. We started hearing something along the lines of footsteps, coming from the distance. And I swear we both caught sight of a tree move and then disappear. I know it sounds crazy, but we really did see it. So, we ran. The footsteps followed us and then…” Jack looked down.

“Mark told us to split up, for me to go get help while he stayed back with that thing. I didn’t want to, but I did. And now it’s been several hours and I still haven’t heard anything from him! And I tried going to the police station, but you know how that turned out. Please say that you’ll help me?” Jack, finished with his story, was practically begging now. The helplessness in his voice quite apparent to Dean.

The story told to him was definitely in the field of the supernatural. Although he had never heard of a tree moving or disappearing, there was something going on here. He chanced a quick glance towards his suit. Mentally looking at the inside jacket pocket that held his brothers. He looked back up at Jack and stood up.

“I have to make a call real quick, but I’ll be right back.” Dean left towards the bathroom before Jack could even nod. Jack watched the agent leave, hoping he wasn’t calling anyone to take him to the looney bin. Though he wouldn’t exactly blame him. The story was pretty crazy.

Dean made sure the bathroom was empty before opening up his jacket and sticking a hand inside his pocket. He felt two tiny weights plop onto his fingers and a tap indicating they were ready. He took out his hand and brought Sam and Jacob to eye level. They’re hair was disheveled from being in his pocket so long, which he would have poked fun at, if not for the situation they were in at the moment. He didn’t want to keep them out in the open any longer than he had to, but he also wanted their input.

“So, what do you guys think?” Sam tried petting down his messy hair, hating out it was at the moment. Jacob didn’t bother, knowing they would be going back in the pocket in a minute. The youngest bit his lip.

“I think we should check it out. I mean, I’ve never heard of a tree moving and disappearing before.” Then again, he was still fairly new at this. Even compared to Sam, who had been out of the game for thirteen years. He looked back up at Dean, who nodded.

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. Sam?” He turned his attention to his other brother, who had finished patting down his hair. He nodded as well.

“Sounds like a case to me.” Dean smiled.

“Well, looks like we got ourselves a case then.” He lifted a finger and rustled Sam’s hair, knowing it would annoy him. Sam let out an annoyed ‘Hey!’ before he stuck his hand back in his pocket, feeling their weights leave his hand. He then exited out of the bathroom, thankful no one had walked in. He went over to Jack, who he noticed was checking his phone.

“Still nothing?” Jack jumped, startled, before turning and seeing Dean standing over him.

“Your back!” He stood and then looked back down at his phone.

“No, still nothing.” He looked sad, so Dean placed a hand on his shoulder, making Jack turn his attention to him.

“Well, I’ve decided to look into your case.” Jack’s face lit up brighter than his green hair. His blue eyes shining.

“Really! You’re going to help me find Mark!” His hand slipped of his shoulder and his arms crossed.

“Well, I’m gonna go find your friend. I don’t know how dangerous it will be so you’re staying here.” Jack’s face deflated for a second, before he stood straighter, a look of determination now on his face.

“No way! Mark is my friend, I’m not going to sit back and wait!” Dean sighed.

“Look, you already did your part. Now let me do mine.” They stared at each other for a moment and Jack looked away. Dean smiled, thinking he won, but when Jack looked back he had on a sly smile.

“Alright, you can go on your own. Just make sure to call if you get lost!” He turned as if to leave and Dean suddenly realized he had no way of knowing where their campsite was or where they had split up. And Dean had a feeling that even if he had already known where to go, Jack would have found a way to tag along anyway. Dean groaned.

“Fine.” Jack turned around, a grin on his face.

“Alright! Let’s go save Mark!”

#brothers apart #brothers adopted #markiplier #jacksepticeye #supernatural #jacob andris #part 2 #Giant/tiny #gt

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redrackham87 · 7 years

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92 Truths

Rules: Write 92 truths about yourself, then tag 25 people

I was tagged by @se-feliz-be-happy !! :D Wow, THIS IS A LOT. Here we go! :D

LATEST…

[1] Drinks: tea and Coke Cola and water (literally three, sitting beside my hands right now. this is how I roll.) [2] Telephone call: the drug store calling for not me XD [3] Text message: M [4] Song you heard: “some nights” by fun [5] What do you think?: about what?

HAVE YOU EVER…

[6] How do you do it? how do I do what? (i’m missing something, aren’t i?) [7] He has cheated on: no? [8] He kissed someone and lamented: i do not understand this whole section of questions. XD [9] How do you do? how do you do [10] Depressed: i get down but i get up again (yes i did just do that) [11] Got drunk and thrown up: it has happened once ever and now i can’t have a certain drink without gagging XD

LIST THREE PREFERRED COLORS …

[12] red! [13] blue! [14] hmm... green or purple or silver?

IN THE PAST YEAR…

[15] made new friends: yes, and i’m not even exagerrating when i say, they’ve changed my life <3 [16] fallen for love: i started watching teen wolf and saw stiles, so yes [17] laughed until you cried: lawd yes. often! [18] discovered that someone was talking about you: yes! but it was good things, so i got all warm anf fuzzy. <3 [19] met someone who changed you: see #15 [20] discovered who your real friends are: ??? [21] kissed someone on your facebook list: if you think i’m kissing anyone outside of dreamland, and especially anyone from my real life, you know nothing, jon snow XD

GENERAL…

[22] How many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: i barely, barely use FB, but most - i cleaned it out several years back to people i’ve actually met/keep semi-in touch with. i keep in touch with like, 10% of that by this point, but oh well. XD [23] Do you have any pets? well, not myself, technically, but i’m living with dogs, so YES [24] Do you want to change your name: naw. i sometimes think about having a different one, but mine is just fine. [25] What did you do for your last birthday? a most excellently chill girls night

[26] What time did you wake up? wake up or get up? XD it was before 10, let’s say. [27] What were you doing at midnight last night? driving home [28] Name something you can not wait for: MEETING JEREMY RENNER [29] When was the last time you saw your mother? january :( (and not july) [30] What is one thing that you wish you could change in your life: employment would be nice [31] What are you listening to right now: “come away to the water” by adam levine and friends from the hunger games soundtrack [32] Have you ever spoken to a person named Tom: yes. i miss him. [33] Something that is getting on your nerves: WHY IS HAVE THEY NOT VOTED SANDRA OFF. I SWEAR IF SHE WINS SURVIVOR A THIRD TIME - [34] most visited website: google (also probs youtube, twitter) [35] elemental: i like water!

[36] high school: i attended one, yes [37] school: hogwarts obviously [38] Hair Color: dark blondeish [39] long or short hair: currenlty more short [40] Do you have a crush on someone: have you seen my tumblr? it’s almost entirely people i’m crushing on XD [41] What do you like about yourself: i try to always finish what i start [42] piercings: yes! ears [43] Type of blood: i have no idea [44] nickname: red, bess, kr [45] marital status: cute (aka fictionally married to dean winchester)

[46] Zodiac sign: gemini [47] pronouns: she/her [48] fav television program: lost, supernatural, survivor, grimm, parks & rec, better off ted - you should know by now i will never pick just one [49] Tattoos: nope! [50] right or left hand: my left hand is inept

FIRST…

[51] Surgery: nope! [52] piercing: we did this question! oh - ears. that’s it. XD [53] Best friend: T or “wifey” or - i’m not picking just one [54] sport: HAHAHAH SPORTS [55] vacation: um... i s’pose christmas last year? it was holidays. actual out of the country vacation? like... 5 years ago?! idek. [56] pair of coaches: what is this question.

RIGHT NOW…

[57] eat: just had a yogurt! [58] drinking: tea and coke and water. still. [59] I’m about to: make myself stop watching chopped and screwing on tumblr and get writing because i have not all day [60] Listening to: 8tracks mixes! [61] waiting: for the washer to finish so i can stick on a new load [62] do you want: a healthy bank account XD [63] Getting married: oh to a real person? someday absolutely! [64] career: haha career (theoretically: graphic design)

WHICH IS BETTER…

[65] hugs or kisses: is there a third non-touching option XD [66] lips or eyes: oh lawd, eyes [67] shorter or taller: taller because then you don’t need to ask random strangers to help you get things off the top shelf in the grocery stores XD [68] major or minor: i assume we’re talking about constellations - i don’t have a preference between ursa major or ursa minor. they’re both pretty. XD [69] romantic or spontaneous: yes. [70] good arms or good stomach: well, since my first thought was sam winchester exercising, i’m going with arms and back, mmm. (this right here) [71] sensitive or strong: who says i can’t have both? [72] connection or connection: yes? [73] troublemaker or hesitant: no?

HAVE YOU EVER…

[74] kissed a stranger?: once and it was awkward as heck *shudder* [75] did you drink strong liquor ?: what, like ever? yes. [76] lost glasses / contact lenses? i don’t wear glasses, but i constantly lose and break sunglasses. so it’s probably really good i don’t wear glasses. [77] rejected someone?: yes :/ [78] had sex on the first date?: nooooooo no no no. no. [79] break someone’s heart?: i hope not, but probably [80] Your heart was broken?: yes [81] been arrested?: no! [82] cried when someone died?: yes. [83] Falling for a friend?: kinda, but i was like 14, so eh. it never was a thing.

YOU BELIEVE IN...

[84] Yourself ?: some days, yes. some days, very no. if i’m being super honest, this is a very constant battle for me. :/ [85] miracles?: YES, with all my heart. [86] love at first sight?: see: dean winchester (no but for serious: for some people, yes!) [87] Father Christmas?: define. ;) [88] Kiss on the first date?: not for me, no. [89] Angels?: yes

OTHER…

[90] name of the current best friend: we did this question! somewhere up there ^ [91] Eye color: green or blue or greenish brown blue with yellow depending on the day (i’m not even joking) [92] Favorite movie: PRINCESS BRIDE, avengers, pride & prejudice, walter mitty, man from uncle, star wars, back to the - I’M NOT PICKING JUST ONE

tagging: THIS IS A LOT. XD whoever wants to play! go! do it! (but also: @rhea-silverkeys , @thatgypsyfangirl , @brianoftheforest , if you wanna!)

#woof that was a lot!#author meme #get to know me meme #about me #i actually managed some serious answers #in among the sarcastic/silly ones #everyone be proud XD #OKAY I PROMISE I'M GONNA GO DO WRITING NOW #life things

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satans-satin-panties-blog · 6 years

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"Puppy boy"

Prompt: Dean and Sam are working on a vampire case, when all of the sudden they get a phone call from an old energetic friend. An old friend that makes Dean feel weak in the knees for.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, a lil' but of Sam x Reader

Warnings: Slight smut implied, profanity like hell, is it considered fluff? Tongue porn.

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Ring! Ring!

Sam and Dean both turned to the ringing phone on the counter, the lip of the beer bottle kissing Dean's after he was nursing it for a while. Dean hasn’t taken his first sip and when he was about to, he got interrupted, great! That was enough to make his lip twitch.

Ring! Ring!

“that’s for you, Sammy.” Dean muttered, indicating for Sam to pick up the phone with a his beer bottle. Sam sighed, “fine, but you keep looking at the case.” Dean hummed in response as Sam placed his half empty beer bottle down beside his laptop.

Getting up off his seat Sam walked over to the counter and answered the call in mid-ring.

Rin-

“Hello?”

A soft female voice came through the speaker making Sam arch a brow and glare at his brother who was scrolling down on a page about Vampires, taking small sips of the beer to focus.

“uh, hello, who is this?”

Sam asked with a stern voice as to cover his confusion. Hearing that Sam didn’t know who was calling, Dean turned to Sam with an arch of his own brow. Sam shrugged to his brother, waiting for the soft voice to answer.

“Well, I don’t know if this is the right number but, this is [Y/N] [L/N]…is this Dean Winchester?”

Sam's heart dropped almost as quickly as his jaw. Dean saw his sudden change of expression and got up from his chair, getting close to Sam and trying to hear the conversation.

“who is it Sammy?” Dean asked, his lips pursing and brows furrowing. Worried that it might be someone of the wrong crowd.

“Hello?” [Y/N] asked again, her tone now worried.

Sam ignored his brother and shook his head, “Sorry, [Y/N], just wasn’t expecting this to be you. This-“ he smiled slightly, remembering his old friend that use to care for him and his brother like a mother. “This is Sam.”

Now it was Dean's turn to do a jaw drop. It also seemed like the air was knocked out of his lungs. “it's h-her?” he gasped out, his mouth gaping open and clos as he just blubbered out slurs that didn’t make sense. It took all of Sam’s strength not to laugh at his brother’s shock.

“oh my God, Sammy! You sound so different. Jesus, it’s been such a long fucking time! Gosh I miss you two. Is Dean there? I bet he has a stupid look on his pretty lil’ face!” [Y/N]'s loud laughter could be heard from where Dean stood beside Sam. Making Dean hold his jaw shut and narrow his eyes in a pout because he already knew what [Y/N] must be laughing about. But honestly, Dean was just so tired and drained, and hearing the voice of an old friend made him feel awake. Especially since that old friend was the girl that could make him blush by a simple kiss.

Dean's face instantly started to grow pink, making him shake his head and chuckle dryly to shrug off the funny face Sam gave him as he continued to talk with her.

Dean could still feel her soft lips press down on his, feathery soft, like they weren’t there. The warmth and tingles were enough to make him know she was there. One hand on his chest, the other on his cheek. Thumb tracing his jawline making his stomach churn. The taste of whisky and cheap cherry chapstick.

Dean slowly dragged his tongue on his full lower lip, swearing his taste buds could still pick up the taste of her tongue. Maybe it wouldn't matter too much to [Y/N] because she had a few sips of whiskey and gets really affectionate when she's thankful.

Dean had comforted her, listened to her and talked to her. Maybe it wasn't that big of a deal.

Dean sighed, his tongue back in his mouth bit still buzzing with the taste of [Y/N].

“Wow, really? That’s great to hear [Y/N]! I knew you’d make it. Heh, yeah, I’ll give it to him.”

Dean was yanked away from his memory as Sam handed him the phone, “oh uh, thanks, Sammy.” Sam nodded, a small smile on his face that felt so good after a stressful month of hunts.

Putting the phone to his ear, Dean couldn’t help but smile too. He could already feel the girl's sunflower vibes. “hey, you numbnutz!” Dean said into the speaker, hearing [Y/N] laugh at the whole pet name, and even do the whole spit and chuckle thing. “yeah yeah, what’s up puppy boy?” Dean chuckled at his own pet name, his smile growing as he lowered his head to hide his blush from his brother who was glaring at him over his laptop. Sam wasn’t good at pretending. Dean gave a nasty glare to his sibling before grabbing his beer and turning his back from Sam's laser eyes.

“oh you know the usual, hunting.” Dean said quite nonchalantly, even making his voice a little deeper. [Y/N] hummed, “of course. What’s it this time? A ghost that’s tickling people and stealing socks?” Dean arched a confused brow. “No, a little dry there numbnutz. We’re hunting a Vampire’s nest.”

A few seconds of no answer making Dean's stomach knot in small anxiety.

“mhmm, that’s rad. It’s been a while since we’ve partnered up right?” [Y/N]'s bubbly tone sounded less focused. “yeah, it has been, five years in fact. [Y/N], are you even listening to me?” Dean asked with a suspicion. Out of habit again--and maybe in another hope to still taste you on his lips--Dean dragged his tongue over his lip, brows furrowed with confusion. There was a small groan, and the sound of something being dragged on alsphalte.

The noise made Dean straighten up and his muscles tense. That sounded a little too erotic for his liking.

“[Y/N]?”

Another grunt, and a few seconds later a response.

“Yep, sorry Dean, just taking care of a little something. You were saying-ah!” this time it was a really erotic moan, followed by breathless profanities. Dean’s grip tightened on his bottle, leaning on the counter. Dean was just glad that he was turned away from Sam. He was starting to get a little too aroused and memories of the fine girl played in his head.

“You okay? It sounds like your dragging a body.” Dean joked with a shaky voice that he hoped [Y/N] couldn’t hear. “hah! You’re really good at this, I am dragging a body. I just keep losing grip, and shit it is heavy. I’ll need some help. Winchester, Look out of your window.”

“what?” Dean turned on his heel to Sam who looked up at his brother confused.

“I’m outside, gotta help a bitch sometimes. Stop being rude!” [Y/N] cackled, hanging up.

Walking over to the window, Dean pulled away the curtain, looking down onto the parking lot, he saw a familiar small female. Her hair messy, and sticking to her forehead and cheeks, her face sweaty and black with dust.

[Y/N] was looking up with a grinning face, seeing Dean, she started to wave and pointed to a big black bag she was holding in her left hand. She mouthed something that didn’t take a genius to understand.

Vampire!

“son of a bitch.” Dean muttered in surprise as he rushed out the room and down a flight of stairs to greet his old friend.

#dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean x you #dean winchester #sam x reader #sam winchester x reader #fanfiction #dean x y/n #smut #drabble #supernatural #sam winchester

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