#mobster!sam winchester

[holylulusworld]

It’s Sam to you

Title: It’s Sam to you

Square Filled for @samwinchesterbingo​: Mafia Sam

Square Filled fo @spnaubingo​: Dean/Pamela

Square Filled for @spnfluffbingo​: Mafia AU

Summary: A long-gone love returns to ruin your relationship.

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Mobster!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Ruby, Pamela Barnes

Warnings: angst, language, self-doubts, established relationship, shy reader, Dean is a douche for a moment or two (he means well, though), fluff

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“Dean, what’s the surprise,” Sam has you tugged in his side. He kisses your hair, hating that he must break another promise. He wanted to take you out. This weekend should’ve been only you and him.

Now his father planned one of his huge parties. You know, the kind of party you only ever hear about behind closed doors or see in movies. John Winchester invited half of the mob, and the other half wished he invited them.

“Sammy, come on. It won’t be a surprise if I tell you about it, right?” Dean grins as you hold tight onto Sam. You don’t like too many strangers around, especially when your boyfriend of four years planned a special getaway only to tell you last minute you need to attend a party first. “What’s wrong with you, sweetheart? Don’t you like me anymore.”

“I’m just—” you bite your tongue. Dean likes to tease you all the time. You are a little shy when it comes to meeting new people or being around too many people at once. You feel self-conscious and insecure sometimes. “It’s nothing, really. We had plans, is all. You are Sam’s brother, of course, I like you.”

“Aw, your girl likes me, Sammy,” you don’t like the way Dean acts tonight. He’s a bit grumpy, loud, and well, an ass, once in a while. But tonight, it’s more than that. Dean’s eyes seem to be glued to you, and you don’t like this one bit. “How about I show you the surprise. Are you ready?”

“Dean, I’m not five years old. Just tell me why you are grinning like you are on the best stuff ever,” Sam sighs as you hide your face in his shoulder. He doesn’t like that you feel uncomfortable tonight. Sam wanted this evening to be special, and now, it’s ruined thanks to his father and Dean. “If you don’t tell me why you ruined my night, I’ll just leave.”

“Fine. Fine,” Dean points at a woman standing next to his fiancé. A beautiful brunette. She’s wearing a red dress with a long slit on her left side, revealing he leg and even her panties. “How about we got to Pam and talk to our special guest.”

Your boyfriend is not in the mood for games but agrees to get it over with. He takes your hand and guides you toward Dean’s fiancé Pamela and the mysterious woman Dean was talking about.

“Pamela, babe. Look who I found,” Pamela turns to flash you a smile. She’s one of the few people in Sam’s life you feel comfortable around. “Sammy and Y/N.”

“You look beautiful tonight,” Pamela pecks your cheek. “Don’t let her get to you.” She whispers and you furrow your brows.

“Sammy,” the brunette coos. She steps closer toward your boyfriend, smiling wildly as you can only watch her kiss him on the lips. You swallow thickly, feeling like someone just punched you in the guts.

Sam seems to be as surprised as you are. He allows the nameless woman to place her hand on his chest and chat him up. Your hand slips out of his hold as you take a step back.

Sam is talking to the woman, missing that you excused yourself to run toward the restrooms, slamming the door shut behind you.

Tears stream down your face as you remember the name he just breathed out as if it was a prayer he forgot about. Ruby. Sam’s former fiancé and the woman breaking his heart. She left him eight years ago, and he has never been the same again since then.

You take deep breaths and try to blink the tears away. “He’s your boyfriend, Y/N. Sam loves you. Go back out there, grab his hand and act as if you don’t feel threatened by his beautiful and self-confided ex-girlfriend.”

It takes you five more minutes to find the strength to leave the restrooms. You gulp in more air to calm your nerves.

“There you are, sweetheart,” Dean casually strolls toward you, acting as if he didn’t just push Sam’s ex-fiancé into your boyfriend’s arms. “We should talk.”

“About what, Dean? The gorgeous woman you invited to the party to make sure Sam will leave me,” you sniff, wiping your eyes. “Why would you do such a thing? What have I done wrong that you want to break my heart?”

“You see, I like you, sweetheart. You didn’t do anything wrong,” the elder brother sighs deeply. He hates to do this to you, but he must protect you and Sam. “Y/N, you are a cute, smart, and nice girl. And therein lies the problem. You are too nice; a good girl living in a different world. Sam is a dangerous man, a mobster and he killed people.”

“I know,” Dean gasp as you jab two fingers into his chest. “After our first dates, Sam told me about his…profession.” You lick your lips. “Sam knew things are going to get serious from that point. He never lied to me, Dean. Your brother gave me choice.”

“You know…everything?” cocking his head Dean watches you intensely. “He never said a word. I thought you still believe he’s the family lawyer or crap. Why did Sammy never tell me so?”

“Why are you asking me, Dean? He’s your brother. All I can say is that Sam wanted me to know what I get myself into when I fall in love with him,” you wipe your eyes. “I guess this doesn’t matter now. You brought the one girl he never forgot back into his life.”

“Y/N, I—” the mobster huffs as you can’t even look him in the eyes. “I never wanted to hurt you, sweetheart. I did what I thought is best for you and Sam.”

“There you are,” Sam calls out your name. “Baby girl, I was looking for you. You said you want to go to the restrooms half an hour ago. I was worried sick.” You don’t look at Sam when he cups your face to peck your temple. “Never scare me like that again. My father invited all those dangerous people. I don’t want them to touch a hair on your head.”

“I didn’t think you’ll notice that I’m not around any longer,” you quip.

“What do you mean, Y/N?”

“You looked pretty occupied with your ex,” Sam presses his lips to your cheek. “Maybe you should go back to her. Your brother is right, I’m not the kind of girl you want to keep around.”

“What are you talking about, baby?” you can hear the panic in Sam’s voice as he looks down at you. His features soften seeing the tears run down your face. “Y/N, I love you. I talked to Ruby and made sure she gets that I’ll not tolerate that she kissed and touched me in front of my girlfriend.”

“A girlfriend who worked for an attorney lawyer,” Ruby spats behind your back. She stalks toward you and Sam, her hands balled into fists. The look on your face tells you she’s not the kind of woman taking rejection well. “Did you know that? Huh, Sammy?”

“It’s Sam to you,” you smirk as Sam twirls around to growl in Ruby’s direction. He rises to his full height, or so it seems, as your boyfriend looks so much taller (if that’s even possible) when he glares down at his ex-fiancé. “Of course, I knew about her internship at Cole Trenton’s office. That’s how we met.”

“Wait, you met at Trenton’s office,” Dean laughs as you simply roll your eyes at Ruby’s question. “I knew she will get you into trouble.”

“Gosh, Ruby. Were you always dull?” this time you laugh. “She was at a restaurant with a friend. Trenton started an argument and I stepped in. The moment I laid eyes on Y/N I knew she’s the one for me.”

“It was more like you loved that I threw my drink in that asshole’s face,” you chuckle as Sam ignores Ruby and turns his attention back toward you. “What? It’s true.” 

“Maybe,” Sam gives you his puppy dog look and the smile he reserves for you. “I was enchanted by you, baby girl. I had to fall for you.”

“Same,” Dean makes an odd noise when his brother hoists you up to press you against the wall behind you to kiss you fiercely. His hands paw at your ass and you wrap your arms around his neck to kiss him back. “Fuck, we should leave the party and go somewhere else, baby.”

“Yeah,” you breathlessly reply. You feel like the most beautiful girl in the world as Sam looks at you with soft eyes, and a sexy smirk on his lips. “Where do you want to go?”

“I did not forget about the getaway we planned. Let’s say our goodbyes to Pamela and my father. He will understand that I need a few days off,” he pecks your lips, smirking as you eagerly kiss him back. 

“You shouldn’t carry her around like that,” Dean interjects. “How about you take the back entrance and I explain to father that you had to leave. This is all my fault, Sammy.”

“We will talk about this later,” snapping his head toward Dean your boyfriend narrows his eyes. “I get that you are always worried about me, but I’m a grown man now. No one tells me who I’m allowed to fall in love with.”

“Sammy…I’m sorry.”

“You better are,” while Sam carefully helps you stand, Ruby calls his name once again. Your boyfriend ignores her. He acts as if she’s not even around. “I will go on vacation with my girl and don’t want to hear from you or father for the time being. We will have a serious conversation when I’m back in town…”

Sam takes your hand to guide you away from his brother and a fuming Ruby.

“And just you know, Ruby. If I ever see you near me, my family, or my girl again, you won’t like what happens.”

“Sam are you sure that this is okay?” you look at the cabin, smiling as it’s beautifully nestled in the woods. “Sam?”

“It belongs to our family, baby,” he pecks your hair. “We can stay as long as we want to. No one is going to disturb us here. No phone calls, no annoyingly and overprotective big brother, and no business. Only you and me.”

“Only you and me,” you smile up at Sam. He cradles your face with his hands, kissing you slowly. 

You will spend a whole week at the cabin, talk about the past, what happened at the party, his family and planning your future.

The day you return, you're wearing his ring and a bright smile. 

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[avada-kedavra-bitch-187]

Tryna find a fic where John Winchester used to be with reader but now she is either with Sam or dean and she had his baby and he didn’t know till she showed up married to Sam/dean at his wedding

Like he wouldn’t acknowledge that they were together and engaged and he gets with someone else

Its disposable by @holylulusworld

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[dreamerbouquet]

MY BABY GİRL

Mobster!Dean Winchester x Daughter!reader

SUMMARY: Mobster Dean Winchester's daughter is attacked by a rival gang.

That evening, Dean Winchester rushed through the door of his mansion, angry and worried with the news he received. As he started climbing the wooden stairs to go upstairs, he met his right hand man, Castiel.

"Dean she's fine, calm down." Cas said, knowing that wouldn't calm him down. He knew Dean's anger. Now it was his daughter that was at stake. Dean ignored Castiel and continued walking quickly. His right arm followed him. "she's sleeping, the doctor said it's nothing serious," he said.

When they reached the end of the hall, Dean slowly entered his daughter's room and found her sleeping on the bed with her knees pulled up. He approached her to see her face, but the lights in the room were dim so he couldn't see y/n's face properly.

Dean turned to Castiel, fists clenched, "how did this happen?" asked.

Castiel said, "Henry said two cars cut off the front and back of them. They shot him before he could get his gun and he passed out. He doesn't know what happened to Y/n." he replied

Dean looked back at his daughter, "she was supposed to have bodyguards with her," said. He clenched his teeth and got angry at himself.

"Dean, we didn't know this would happen. The road to school has always been safe and Henry is not only a driver, you know, but also a good bodyguard." Castiel said.

"Until he gets shot," Dean scoffed harshly. "So how did they get attacked, Cas?" He waited for an answer from his right arm.

Castiel tensed at the question, "he changed course," he said.

"What?" Dean frowned.

"Henry said there was work on the road so he changed route to go somewhere else. I had the road checked and there was no work for today, so that's-" Castiel was cut off.

"It was a trap," Dean finished. He clenched his jaw. "And he did it without telling anyone? This is my daughter Cas, she can't just change course!" He was mad that his man was behaving so irresponsibly.

Castiel remained silent, thinking Dean was right.

"Find them now!" Dean said in a stern tone. Cas nodded and walked out.

Dean paused for a moment to cool his anger. They hurt her baby. Who dares to do this? He took off his jacket and placed his gun on the drawer before lying down next to his daughter. She combed her disheveled hair back to see her daughter's face better. Dean Winchester was turning into a completely different man next to his daughter. Y/n stirred and slowly opened her eyes "daddy?" His voice was very tired.

"This is me honey, it's okay, I'm with you," she smiled at her daughter and patted her shoulder.

You closed your eyes tightly and leaned your head on your father's chest. What happened came to your mind and you began to cry silently. “I was so scared..” you mumbled.

Dean wrapped his daughter in his arms and kissed her on the hair "shh it's okay baby, it's all okay. You're safe." he said as he continued to hold her.

You took a deep breath and said, "They shot Henry, dad.." You couldn't speak any more when you started crying again.

"hey hey it's okay y/n, henry is fine, don't worry about him" Dean wanted to see his daughter's face "baby can you look at me?"

You snuggled further into your father's chest and shook your head no. You didn't want him to see you like this. "You'll be upset, and it'll make you angry.." you said.

"It's okay, I won't get mad." Dean lied to his daughter. They've already pissed him off.

You slowly raised your head and looked at your father, but quickly looked away.

Dean clenched his teeth when he saw his daughter's face. A desire arose in him to find those who touched his daughter and kill them slowly. It hurt his heart to see his 17-year-old little daughter's face like this. He wanted to punch himself for not being able to protect her. He had a band-aid on his forehead, his right cheek was bruised and his lip was split. He moved his hand to his daughter's cheek and Y/n' flinched at his touch. "It hurts." He said quietly without looking at his father.

Dean wanted to know what was going on with his daughter, "Honey can you tell me what's going on." he said

After pausing for a while, you started to explain. "They blocked our way with the car, a few people got out of the car and then they… they opened fire and Henry was shot," you said and stopped, feeling the fear you felt at that moment again.

You looked at your father and shook your head. You continued to explain calmly, "I got scared and quickly fell to the ground, then the door opened and someone grabbed me and dragged me out. I tried to run away, I tried to hit him but he held me tight, Dad," Dean clenched his teeth and continued to listen. "He started hitting me." you said and looked away.

"Come here," Dean held his daughter, "it's okay honey, it's okay, just keep sleeping, I'm here." Y/n snuggled up to her father. As always, he felt safe and fell asleep.

Dean was still with his daughter when the sun started to appear on the horizon. She held her daughter tightly all night without sleeping. This shouldn't have happened to him. He had been threatened with his daughter many times, but he was never hurt. He was angry at himself, angry at the bodyguards. was distracted from his thoughts when his daughter began to stir next to him. In between her sleep, Y/n turned away from her father and turned to the other side, continuing to sleep. Dean covered his daughter and carefully kissed her on the forehead. He slowly got out of bed, took his coat and gun and left the room.

Dean went to his room. As he was leaving the room after taking a shower and getting dressed, his phone rang. It was Cas calling.

"Hey Dean, we found them now we're in the warehouse." Cas said.

"Okay. Wait until I get back." Dean hung up the phone and put it in his jacket pocket. Before leaving, he opened his daughter's door and checked. He was still sleeping. He closed the door slowly and headed towards the warehouse to hold accountable those who did this to his daughter.

When you woke up you couldn't see your father. You sat on the bed and stared blankly at your room. What happened yesterday started to come to your mind one by one, you sighed and slowly got out of bed. Every part of you was aching. You went into the bathroom to take a shower. When you took off your sweater, you saw yourself in the mirror for the first time. You were horrified by the bruises and wounds on your face. Bruises were also starting to appear on his arms. What happened came back to his mind again and again; The men forcing you out of the car, beating you. When the gunshots echoed in your head, you closed your eyes tightly. You took a deep breath and soaked yourself under the hot water.

As Dean wiped the blood off his fists, Sam walked over to him "Hey how is y/n? She must have been scared" he asked.

"Yes it is, Sam," Dean's face softened at the thought of his daughter. He left the bloody cloth in his hand and began to open the folded sleeves of his shirt. "Let's increase protection, I don't want this to happen again." he said.

Sam nodded, "well Henry, after what he did-"

"I kicked him out," Dean interrupted his brother. His face hardened again. "He put my daughter in danger Sam, I don't need men like that" he grabbed his jacket and got dressed "He's lucky I only kicked him out." he said while straightening their collars.

"look tell you what, how about we take y/n to bobby's farm? She likes it there, I think it'll be good for her." Sam offered.

Dean looked at his brother "that's a good idea Sammy, we haven't been there in a long time, she must have missed the horses."

#Dean winchester #Mobster!dean winchester #Dean winchester × daughter!reader #sam winchester

[sammysgirl1997]

I need help finding a fic. It's a mobster sam winchester x reader fic. Reader was sold to Sam from pimp!Michael, Dean is sorta estranged from sam and there's something reader needs to do(something mysterious, I don't know what, I didn't get that far. But alluring to reader is special in some way) sam keeps his distance at first but they obviously start to like/fall for each other..... oh! And reader has a maid she's really close too, that's all I can remember I really hope someone knows what I'm talking about! Please help 🙏

#supernatural #mobster #mobster!samwichester #help plz #sam and dean #mob au #sam winchester #sam x reader #find a post #find again #the winchesters

[rewritetheages]

Posting in April!

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Fic title: Snitches and Talkers (Get Stitches and Walkers)

Author: @thebatmandiaries

Artist: @zybynarx

Rating: M

Warnings: Graphic Violence 

Tags: Prohibition Era, Major Illness, Hospitals, Organized Crime, The 1920’s, Mob Related Violence

Summary: Dean Winchester was a lot of things, but a criminal wasn’t one of them. The closest he got to illegal activity was the speakeasy he owned. So getting tied up with the mob wasn’t something he ever planned on. But a brush with a blue eyed mobster, along with Sam’s increasing medical bills may change all of that. 

#rewrite the ages #spn #author: thebatmandiaries #artist: zybynarx

[waywardsummoner46]

Supernatural Masterlist

Series~

Welcome Home, Sister

Lucifer!Sam and Michael!Dean x sister!reader  

Summary: When your brothers leave for what appears to be a simple salt and burn, what the hell went so wrong for them to turn around and say “yes” to Michael and Lucifer? Regardless, they’re hunting you down and are about to reveal a life-changing secret…

Oneshots~

Welcome Home, Sister

Lucifer!Sam and Michael!Dean x sister!reader

Summary: Sam and Dean said yes, now the archangels using them as meatsuits are hunting you down and are about to reveal a life-changing secret...

(Un)Pleasantville, Part Two

Justin Smith!Sam x sister!reader (daughter!reader?) Castiel x reader

Summary: Arriving at Charming Acres instantly affected Sam, you just didn’t realise the extent until he left without a word, is now pretending to be Justin Smith (who died by the way) and is claiming you’re his daughter. Last time you checked, you guys were siblings, so what the h-e-double hockey sticks is going on here?

Family Love

Sam x sister!reader, Dean x sister!reader

Summary:   It was days like this that made all the hunting, all the suffering and the pain worth it. The bonus being? Hugs.

Unnecessary Syllables

HunterCorp!Sam x sister!reader x HunterCorp!Dean

Summary:   After your brothers, Castiel and Jack had left to find the Occultum, you were forced to stay back with the posh and spoilt versions of your brothers... it would all be so much easier if they didn’t push every single one of your buttons, wouldn’t it?  

Victorian Vexation

Sam x sister!reader x Dean

Summary:   Waking up, you find yourself in a room you don’t recognise and with people trying to force feed some amber “medicine” down your throat. Who are these people? Where are you? And why do these Sam and Dean lookalikes keep saying the just want their sister back?  

Big Brother’s Here, Darling

Michael!Dean x sister!reader

Summary: A failed attempt to kill Michael had him repossessing your brother, but with it brings events from the past that you’ve tried to ignore (and can’t completely remember) and a very self satisfied archangel.  

Five Years Can Change a Person

Mobster!Sam Winchester x Sister!reader, Mobster!Dean Winchester x Sister!reader

Summary: Five years ago, your life changed forever. Five years ago, your house burnt down and with it... your family. No matter how over-bearing your brothers were, you loved them nevertheless and their loss affected you insanely. Now content with your new family though, seemingly moved past the past, the ghosts of your brothers walk into the bar. How are they alive? How is that possible? You tried to wrap your head around it but are they the same as they were?  

The Other Side of the Coin

Loki x Reader, Gabriel x Reader

Summary: Gabriel had been off for weeks, and now you finally found out why...  

A New Beginning and a Lost Mate

Pairing: Michael!Dean x Angelmate!Reader

Summary: After another day in yours and Anael’s attempt at a human life, Michael shows up and grants you something that you’d been craving for centuries. Anael refused to take him seriously so Michael disregarded her. One on one, he admitted that he’d had a mate who was the most loyal lover and soldier he had... you. You from his world that died, and he’d tracked you down to finally grasp his lost mate once more...

#supernatural x reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader

[talesmaniac89]

Charity Heist 12 - aka. All Chained Up With Nowhere to Go

A Supernatural Heist AU - Masterlist

Pairing: Hitter!Dean x Thief!Reader

Summary: The Singer & Winchester Retrieval Agency is the best group of con artists in the world. But even though Y/N can crack safes, scale buildings and infiltrate even the most secure locations, she still can't find a way to deal with her all consuming feelings for the group's greek god of a hitter; Dean Winchester. How will she handle their next big heist, when she's forced to get up close and personal with the man of her dreams?

Warnings: Idiots in love, smutty thoughts, a lot of swearing and a ton of bad jokes.

Watch the trailer here

A/N: This story is 50% jokes and 50% dirty thoughts. No deep angst, just fun and action! Inspired by the series Leverage.

Y/N = Your Name | Y/E/C = Your Eye Colour

Start Here - Last - Next (Coming soon)

Making your way to the back of the night club, you looked at your watch and held your breath for a second as you listened out for trouble. Sam would have made it to the guards stationed out front by now, but you didn’t hear any signs of fighting. Which should mean you were good to go. 

So, with one last glance towards Dean, who was setting up close enough to react if you called for help through the comms, but not close enough to be spotted, you slipped around the corner and rolled your shoulders as you faced the wall. 

Surveying your surroundings you smirked at how goddamn easy they’d made it for you. The building was from the 1950s or 60s, by your estimation. God how you loved architects from the ‘golden era’. 

Their hard-on for the Brutalist style of architecture meant you were left with plenty of sharp angles and ledges to use when scaling the wall. And this building was no different. All blocky and filled with unnecessary little ledges and windows that were nearly too close to each other, all the way up. Like your own little stairway to heaven. 

If heaven was the roof of an abandoned nightclub that was… 

Shouldering your bag of tools, you slipped on your gloves instead. Choosing to free solo the climb. Sure, you did have climbing gear in the bag for scaling walls. But using any of them on that wall would be an affront to Charlie’s genius. 

So, instead you easily scaled the simple structure in a few short minutes without getting any tools out of your Mary Poppins bag of thievery. Not even slightly winded from the easy climb as you hoisted yourself up on the ledge and looked down over it with a smirk. 

Suck it Catwoman. 

With no time to waste you quickly, and quietly, made your way across the roof, looking for the skylight featured in Charlie’s blueprints. Keeping low so as to not be seen by anyone passing by, as the completely flat roof left little in the form of blind spots if someone were to look up at the wrong moment from across the street.

Luckily, the skylight itself was easy enough to spot. Even though it was covered in a grimy layer of dust and dirt from years of being left unattended, some parts of it still caught the bright sunlight and reflected it back at you. And, like the sneaky little thief you were, you could spot anything even remotely shiny from miles away. 

Skylights, apparently, included. 

Slowing your pace, you dropped down along the edge of the glass and squinted through the layer of dirt, looking for… Well, more dirt. Just this time in the shape of the mobster who was stupid enough to get himself caught. Your earlier high from scaling the building faded at the thought of having to rescue the master of sass himself as you frowned at the dirty glass, looking for a spot that was clean enough to look through. 

Once you finally found a dime sized spot, however, your smile returned. Twisting into a smirk as you looked down at Crowley in the middle of the room. It warmed your little thieving heart to see the smug bastard chained to a chair with, from what you could tell, some kind of cloth shoved into his mouth to gag him. 

Apparently you weren’t the only one who didn’t appreciate the mobster’s style of ‘communication’.  

Better yet, they clearly didn’t see Crowley as the big bad he made himself out to be. Either that or Sam was really wowing the crowds out in the front of the nightclub… Since the room was free of guards. Leaving your little damsel all on his lonesome.

Which made your job a hell of a lot easier. Since it meant you wouldn’t have to silently knock them out one by one before rescuing the chained up princess. 

Sitting down cross-legged on the roof next to what looked like one of the easiest glass panels to remove, you pulled your bag of tricks off your back. 

Though you didn’t mind just watching Crowley’s misery through the dirty skylight, time was of the essence. If not for the mobster, then for your friends on the ground. Which meant you needed to work fast, instead of making Crowley suffer some more. Which would have been fun. Especially since you’d have front row seats to the show. But alas, duty called, and you’d long since lost ghosting privileges against that cruel bitch, so you had to answer.

With one last smirk down at the chained up mobster, you quickly pulled out your pre-calculated lengths of rope and additional harness hooks. Expertly putting on your full rappelling gear and triple checking your knots as you mentally did the math, trying to calculate how high up you were. 

Charlie’s blueprints had included an approximation of the height from the ceiling to floor, so you should have just enough rope to make a safe and soft landing. But sometimes those blueprints were rounded down. Which could leave you a few inches short. So you still eyed the floor warily, before deciding that… Fuck it, it was a close enough match to your pre-determined rope length. Letting you shave a few minutes off of your prep. 

Pulling on your harnesses, you triple checked that everything was in working order with a few sharp tugs. Allowing yourself a pleased hum when everything stayed unmoving and taut under your expertly trained fingers. 

Fuck 50 shades… Christian Grey had nothing on your rope work. 

Next up in your backpack of wonders, you pulled out the throwing knives Charlie had designed for you. Using one to loosen the panels you’d be rappelling down through before tucking the other blades away safely inside your sleeve. Just in case you had to face off with a goon while rescuing the damned Scotsman. 

The silicone holding everything in place was old. And so, you could luckily make quick work of it the old school way, without involving other gadgets to soften the bindings or cut through the glass. Soon enough you held the first glass panel gently between two gloved hands. Grinning victoriously at the pane before just as gently placing it on the roof beside you and working on the next one.

The last thing you needed was glass dropping down onto the concrete floor below and alerting the guards. Even if it would have been funny to see Crowley’s reaction. Or even better yet, having the panel knock the mobster out completely. At least then you wouldn’t have to actually listen to him as you saved his ass. 

Luckily they were big enough, so after removing just four of the sturdy glass panels, you had just enough space to safely let yourself rappel down through the skylight. 

“All set, got eyes on our damsel. I’m moving in now,” You whispered out into the empty space around you. Knowing your earpiece would catch your words and transfer them right into the ears of both Sam and Dean. 

Giving it a beat, you waited for Dean’s confirmation and held your breath hoping you wouldn’t hear from Sam. Afterall, the youngest Winchester had his piece muted unless necessary so that his own grifting wouldn’t interfere with your infiltration as he talked circles around the guards out front. If he answered you, it would mean quietly and carefully was out the window and Dean would have to go in guns blazing. 

“Coast is still clear, Sam’s keeping them busy…” Dean’s voice ended on a hesitant note that had your body tense as you waited, holding your breath in case your hitter had been spotted talking to himself by an eagle-eyed guard. Yet, as he continued speaking, you let your body relax with a soft smile. 

“Stay safe (Y/N)...” 

“Always Dean, you know me. Risk-averse as fuck,” You shot back with a small grin, knowing your words would have the mercenary rolling his eyes and Sam doing his utmost to not do the same. After all, considering part of your job description was rappelling down buildings, crawling through claustrophobic ventilation systems and dodging lasers, you were the furthest thing from ‘risk-averse’. 

Crouching by the side of the now open section of the sky light, you took a breath to steady yourself without waiting for any response from either of your ground based backup. Knowing neither would want to reward your absolute comedic genius with an answer anyway. 

Instead, you refocused on your task at hand; hooking your harness lines up to the sturdiest pipes and concrete outcroppings you could see. 

This was it. The best part of the job. 

Looking down at the ground three full floors below from the theater styled open concept of the nightclub, you smirked at Crowley’s bound form. Still completely unaware that you were about to drop down and rescue his ass. Luckily the skylight was focused directly on the middle of the dance floor. Saving you time as you wouldn’t have to slow your descent to deal with the two levels of balconies and seating areas surrounding the dancefloor where Crowley was chained to his chair. 

A straight forward leap of faith would do just fine. 

And they were just so much more fun than stupid slow and steady descents. 

The seconds before a jump always made you feel like you were in one of those action movies Dean loved making you watch in your downtime. Even though he spent every second criticizing every single action hero for their shoddy gun work. Not that you were any better. Any break-in scene was always heavily peppered with your own expert opinions. 

Taking one last breath you stood up and rolled your shoulders before turning until your back was facing the open section of the skylight. And, with no hesitation, you stepped back. Letting yourself freefall down into the building. 

You were Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible. Just hotter, not out of your mind, and with actual skills. You were James Fucking Bond, and for once not a damn Bond girl. You were grace personified. You were… 

Fuck.

The harness snapped taught just a few inches off the floor, cutting off your internal monologue as effectively as it cut off your oxygen.

You were winded. 

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Luckily, the slightly botched landing was done behind Crowley. And even when winded, you were a professional, which meant he wouldn’t even know you were there until you wanted him to know. So the Scotsman didn’t get to gloat at your less than graceful entrance.

Unhooking your tether, since you knew you couldn’t carry the fully grown man back up, you took a second to poke gently at your slightly sore torso with a grimace before you cleared your throat to alert Crowley to your presence. Taking a bit of pleasure in seeing the big bad tense up in fear until you strolled nonchalantly up from behind him, coming into view from behind his chair. 

Yet, as soon as he saw it was you, and not the people who had given him all that fancy new silver jewelry that locked him to the chair, the mobster visibly relaxed in his seat. Leaning back with what you thought was a smirk through the oily cloth the bad guys had used to gag him as you scowled at the infuriating Scotsman. 

Nodding his head, Crowley asked you, non-verbally, to remove the gag in his mouth as you just smirked down at him. For a second, you considered just leaving it there. But you knew it would only buy you a minute, at most, until you picked the locks on the cuffs and chains locking him to the chair anyway. And that minute of him staying gagged would probably just lead to more sass once he could remove the gag himself. 

It just wasn’t worth it. 

Sighing in defeat, you grimaced as you pinched the outside of the cloth with two gloved fingers. Not wanting to be anywhere near the mobster’s mouth as you gingerly removed the oily cloth that had clearly just been grabbed off of some of the debris lying around in a desperate attempt to shut the talkative Scotsman up. 

As soon as the gag was out, however, you really wished you’d left it in. Or one better; decided to just knock the damn irritating man out so you could rescue him in peace. 

“Here to help me darling?” Crowley sounded relaxed and confident as he spoke up without even as much as a thank you. Throwing you that trademark smirk as the chains clanked with a small wave of his fingers in your direction. Huffing you dropped to your knees and shrugged off your backpack again with a roll of your eyes. You wanted to be out of there fast. If nothing else, just to not have to be around the self-proclaimed king of the underground. 

“Oh… Honey. You need a lot of help. But I can’t help you. Once we get out of here, go make a therapist rich somewhere. Preferably far away from me,” You snapped back as you pulled out your lock picking set. Sneering up at Crowley as he chuckled dryly at your comeback. 

“Concerned for my well being are you? That’s sweet (Y/N). Once this job is done you should come work for me. Keep an eye on me from up close and… Personal,” Crowley’s words were peppered with enough innuendo to make you gag on it as you shuddered visibly at the idea of being anywhere near the mobster for an extended period of time. 

Sure, you knew it was all just… Harmless, with Crowley. He wasn’t interested in you. He was only interested in your reactions. Because though you could put up a good front when you needed to, you could never hide your disgust whenever the mobster flirted with you. 

Throwing him another sneer, you placed the extra picks between your teeth to keep from cursing the man out. As you glanced up at him before refocusing on the locks that needed picking, your features twisted into a small smirk as you noticed the bruises forming under his eyes for the first time. 

At least they beat him. 

Getting to work, you made easy work of the first chain shackling his feet to the ground. Not wanting his hands loose whilst you worked. Luckily the bad guys had made use of standard industrial padlocks to lock the chains around his feet. Even if they’d gone a little overboard by having four separate locks on the damned things. 

Not that it mattered, you could have opened the laughably simple locks with nearly anything. While blind folded. Though, you didn’t let that on, as you pretended to focus on the locks. In some vain hope that the man in his damned tailored suit would shut up and let you work. 

Though, you should have known better. 

It was Crowley. If he stopped talking, it probably meant he was dead. Or worse… Scheming something. 

“Don’t you feel sorry for me?” The mobster prodded, clearly having noticed your little pleased smirk at seeing him bruised and beaten. Which… Hell. Why would he even ask? Your smirk should have been answer enough. If Sam hadn’t profusely forbidden it, you would have already socked him one yourself, for putting your whole operation in jeopardy.

“I have no sympathy for criminals,” You spat back between clenched teeth to keep the spare lockpicks in place as you got to work on the next padlock, having already made short work of two of the four chaining his legs to the chair. 

“You know, (Y/N), you’re technically a…” Crowley just drawled back, throwing the defense you’d offered up to Dean only hours earlier right back in your own dumb face, though he had no way of knowing. And, unfortunately, also bringing back memories of the explosive results to follow in the closed and private gun range. Which left you with little mental capacity to think of a good comeback as your fingers trembled around the lock picks before cutting off Crowley’s words with a growl. 

“Shut. Up,” Spoken through gritted teeth, your words came out with a little less sass and a whole lot more anger, which thankfully, for once seemed to temporarily shut the mobster up. Even if it was because he was busy musing over what had made you so angry just so he could use it as ammunition against you in the future. 

Taking a deep breath through your nose, you absentmindedly sucked on the two lockpicks you’d placed in your mouth. As if the taste of steel and the fresh dose of oxygen could push away any thoughts of Dean’s lips… Or his arms, or body or… Damn it. Even through the taste of steel on your tongue you could still taste that hint of spiced peppermint. 

Forcing yourself to focus, you removed the two picks you’d been biting on from between your teeth and instead bit the inside of your cheek as you made quick work of lock number three and four, leaving Crowley’s feet free. Though his hands were still both handcuffed to the chair. 

You were a goddamn professional. 

You’d done well so far at keeping the memories of the gun range or closet from interfering with the job. Sure, things had been awkward in the truck, but you’d still done what High School Musical taught you and kept your goddamn head in the game. 

There was no way in hell you’d let Crowley destroy your flow this close to the finish line.

“Take your time darling, I’ve got all the time in the world,” Crowley drawled. As if you weren’t already picking the locks in fucking record time. Though, for once, you were nearly grateful for his damned sass. Since it forced your thoughts back into the not-exactly-safety of the abandoned nightclub instead of the much more dangerous territory that was the bunker’s gun range. 

“Do you enjoy it?” You just mused back as you moved up to the first pair of handcuffs chaining his left hand to the arm of the chair. Taking your damn time with positioning the lock so you could see the keyhole, just to piss the mobster off a little bit more. 

You took your victories where you could find them, and Crowley had just served this one up on a silver platter. Though he put up a good front, you hadn’t missed the slight urgency to his lazy drawl. Nor the little nervous glance of his dark eyes towards what you guessed was the door behind you; keeping an eye out for any uninvited guests crashing the party. 

Which, in fairness, you would have been too. If you didn’t trust Sam to have your back. Or at least warn you if he couldn’t stop the mobsters outside from coming to check on their hostage situation. 

“Enjoy what pet?” Crowley seemed slightly amused as his eyes watched you expertly place your picks in the small lock on the side of his shiny new silver bracelet before rising to meet yours with that same cocky smirk back in place. 

“Being an insufferable ass,” You snapped back just as the handcuff on his left wrist clicked open. 

“Of course… Why do you think I do it all the time?” Crowley chuckled, following his words up with yet another example of his trademark insufferableness, as he got in your way by pulling his now free hand across his body to use his still tied up right hand to rub away the irritation left by the cuffs. Stopping you from continuing your lock picking as you rolled your eyes at the big baby.

“A hard childhood? Past trauma? Some Freudian level shit with your parents? Actually... I’ve met your mother. That does explain some shit. But still… Shush, I don’t want to know. Take it up with the therapist I told you to hire,” You shot back as you pushed his free left hand away to give you access to the last lock keeping him chained to the chair. Keeping up your rant until you heard the satisfying sound of the final lock clicking open to stop Crowley from shooting in with even more sass and delaying your work.

“Or you could come work…” Crowley started again as he gently massaged his now free right wrist, but before he could even get the words out, you held up a hand. Both in refusal, and because the voice you’d hoped you wouldn’t hear until you were safely out of range of the nightclub was coming through loud and clear in your ear; Sam.

“(Y/N), two of them are coming your way. Couldn’t stop ‘em. Dean…” 

Zoning out whatever orders Sam had for your hitter, you quickly turned on your heel to face the door Crowley had been eyeing warily just moments earlier. If you’d been alone, you’d be able to evade them easily. But you weren’t, and you doubted Crowley could just poof out of the room while you ran for cover. No matter how much he dressed like a budget cruise ship magician.

Your only choice was the rear entrance. 

Which was probably also the entrance Dean would be rushing in through to provide you backup based on the few words you caught between Sam and him. With any luck, you’d reach the door before the mobsters came to check up on Crowley. Or at the very least, you’d have Dean providing some cover fire for you while you got the hell out of dodge.

“Get moving Crowley, we’ll have company any minute now,” You hissed towards the mobster who quickly got to his feet and looked to you for direction. Looking wide eyed and lost as he stood frozen in place, eyes focused on the main door. Which had you once more rolling your eyes at the clueless Scotsman.

“The back door! What are you waiting for? A fucking invitation?” You stage whispered as you nodded towards the door at the other end of the dance floor behind Crowley’s chair. 

Pushing him forward, you followed closely behind him across the open, empty concept of the former nightclub’s main floor. Fuck, you hoped the goons coming to check weren’t carrying guns. There was barely any cover to hide behind at all. Though, if it came down to it, you’d totally use Crowley as a meat shield. Because fuck that.

You weren’t getting shot just because that fucking idiot wanted to play Cinderella at the ball with a shiny new suit in the middle of a damn con.

“Where’s your backup?” Crowley’s question was staggered and broken between heavy breaths as he hurried towards the back entrance, at much too slow a speed for your liking. 

“I’m not really the… Fighting type,“ He clarified when you chose to keep running instead of answering him. Urging him forward with a not so gentle push, you kept your ears peeled for the sound of the door behind you opening, or the booted stomps of some cartoonishly large goons chasing after you. 

You just knew they’d be cartoonishly large. It was part of the damn ‘goon’ job description. You were nearly 99% sure the big bads of the world came together once a year to have goon casting calls. To find the biggest and baddest next generation of villainous himbos to do their bidding through some criminal parody of the X-Factor.

“Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve. You just keep running,” You huffed back as you eyed the rear entrance. You were nearly home free. Yet, just as soon as the thought struck you, you heard the unmistakable click of a door opening somewhere behind you. Followed closely by the surprised shout leaving the angry mobster as he spotted you across the dance floor.

“I think you mean cards,” Crowley shot back with just a hint of that same snark. Before the sight of the goons charging towards him, and by extension you, finally lit a fire under him making the mobster speed up. Sprinting towards the door at a speed that could have gotten you the hell out of dodge before the damned goons showed up. But of course he waited to become fucking Flash Gordon until the threat of more oily cloths being stuffed down his gullet became very real. 

Fucking typical. 

“Nope… I mean knives,” You spat between sharp breaths as you dug out one of the throwing knives you’d stashed in your sleeves while still up on the roof, spinning on your heel to get the biggest, baddest and maddest goon into view before throwing the small, lethally sharp knife at one of your two pursuers. 

He was, of course, just as cartoonishly large as you’d suspected him to be. Which made him an easy target for your pretty much perfected marksmanship. Hitting him in the upper thigh, you grinned as the big guy stumbled over his own feet in shock. Clutching at his injury, he growled at you once, before his legs failed him and he crumbled to the floor with a muted scream.

With any luck, on his side, the deep cut to his femoral artery wouldn’t kill him. But he definitely wouldn’t be able to walk for the next few weeks.

Biting back the need to shout timber as the big lug fell, you dug out another knife and threw it at goon number two as you kept running backwards towards the door. Not taking as much time to line up your shot, since the second giant was quickly gaining on you. Your knife flew towards his knee, but after seeing his colleague crumble, the big guy was on the lookout for more of your little stabby projectiles, and just barely dodged it as he kept rushing towards you. 

Fuck.

Just as you were about to take out another of your precious knives to waste on the damned slippery bastard rushing you, the room, and goon, in front of you was suddenly bathed in light. The sharp light blinded the goon for just long enough that you could turn to face the source of it. Sighing in relief you squinted towards the sudden brightness spilling into the slightly dim nightclub from the rear entrance. 

The cavalry was here. 

Leaving your knife in your sleeve, you shot Dean a grateful grin. Even though you couldn’t fully see him, just the outline of him; all bowlegs and muscle. In front of you, however, Crowley nearly came to a full stop as you crashed into him. 

Seemingly not realizing that the only creature on God’s green earth with such a damned near perfect silhouette was Dean Winchester. But… Then again, Crowley was probably not constantly daydreaming about the Greek God of a mercenary like you were. Though you wouldn’t put it past him. You had seen him attempting to flirt his way into getting Dean to join his crew more than once.

“Idiot! That’s our backup!” You hissed at the mobster, pulling him forward by the arm. Before just as quickly forcing his head down with a rough hand as you watched Dean line up his shot from in front of you as the goon behind you started charging forward again. The gleam of the silencer nearly blinded you fully as you crouched low and kept running for safety. Reaching Dean just as the slight whistle of the silencer signaled that the bullet had left the barrel and buried itself in the shoulder of the mobster that was still standing. 

Looking up at Dean from where you were crouched next to him, you raised an eyebrow. Dean was an excellent shot. But that one didn’t match his style. A shot to the shoulder wouldn’t take that giant of a man down fast enough for you to get away. Yet, before you could question your sharpshooter, you watched as the second goon came to a full stop. His feet unsteady under him as a hand went up to his shoulder; a look of anger, tainted by complete confusion on his big dumb face. Before he promptly, and not-so-gracefully, fell flat on that very same face. 

“Tranquilizer pellets, Charlie and I’s latest invention. Forget knocking out an elephant, one of these bad boys pack enough punch to knock out the whole damn zoo,” Dean grinned in answer to your unspoken question. The smile made the seasoned mercenary look much younger, as green eyes shone with the joy of getting to play with one of his toys. 

Though he might be a trained mercenary and one of the most dangerous men on the planet, at his core, he was still just a big kid. And the bigger the gun, the happier Dean Winchester was. 

“Please don’t tell me Charlie thought those up to knock me out the next time I decide to just say fuck it and have 6 espresso shots in one coffee again?” You asked, ignoring Crowley’s protest as you nearly shouldered him out the door. Too focused on Dean’s carefree smile to even bother looking over at the damsel you’d just saved. 

“Can’t tell you sweetheart. I’ve been sworn to secrecy,” Dean shot back with a laugh as he shut the rear entrance behind you and placed a warm hand at the small of your back, leading you forward as you tugged Crowley along by one of his stupid tailored suit sleeves. 

“I knew it,” You huffed jokingly before letting your smile drop as you looked back towards the still thankfully shut rear entrance. 

Time to get the hell out of dodge.

“Sam, the job’s done. Mind calling us an uber?” You called out into the headset, knowing the younger Winchester would have been listening in and was probably already on his way from your earlier comments to Dean. 

“Already on my way, get back down the road, half a block away. I just saw the rest of them run into the nightclub, so hurry. They’ll start swarming soon,” 

The sound of Sam’s truck door slamming shut acted as the full stop to his sentence as you started speeding up. As soon as Sam’s words reached you, Dean’s hand applied some pressure to the small of your back, rushing you forward as you both decided to ignore your much slower third wheel while hurrying away from the not-so-abandoned nightclub. 

Crowley, however, seemed to have gotten the message as he quickly tried to fall back into step with you. Ignoring the hard look Dean sent him as he instead grinned at you between huffs of air. 

“Going back to what I was saying before we were so… Rudely interrupted,” He said between breaths as he struggled to keep up with Dean’s much speedier steps where the hitter was nearly pushing you down the road. God, even when running he had to take the time to be obnoxious. Instead of saving his breath for, well, breathing. Which the normally desk bound mobster seemed to sorely need to focus on. 

“No,” Your tone was flat and clipped as you cut him off again. Not wanting to hear more of his bullshit as you longed for the relative safety of Sam’s truck, and the far off future where you no longer had to listen to the king of sass. 

“I’m just saying darling… You seemed so worried for my safety in there. Things like that… Move a man,” He continued, despite your quite clear rejection. Completely ignoring the burning looks Dean was sending him, though it was much harder for you to ignore, as Dean’s hand that had previously rested softly on your lower back snaked around your waist to pull you closer to his side and away from Crowley. Making it much harder for you to sprint forward and away from danger.

“You can take that job offer and shove it…” Before you could finish spelling out your creative new filing system idea to Crowley, you were interrupted by the squeal of tires as Sam’s big truck pulled up next to you.

“Get inside, now,” 

The urgency in Sam’s tone was doubly underlined by the shouts coming from back at the nightclub, where the rest of the mobsters had seemingly found their knocked out buddies and were busy flooding out of the back entrance of the building. 

Swallowing your words, you instead let your irritation fuel you as you wrenched open the door before, unceremoniously, shoving Crowley inside the backseat. Frowning as you realized you would have to sit next to him, you still slid out of Dean’s hold on you and into the backseat of the truck after the mobster. 

However, as you reached for the door to wrench it back shut, Dean stopped you with a big hand holding the door open. His green eyes were still burning a hole in Crowley, who barely even seemed to notice him as he was busy trying to remember how to breathe. Before sending you a weary eyed look after shooting a final round of daggers at Crowley as he shut the car door and ran around to the passenger side. 

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As soon as Dean slid into his seat, Sam gunned it down the road. Not caring if the loud roar of the car engine caught the attention of the mobsters that had now flooded into the street half a block back. 

You were home free. 

Taking a deep breath, you leaned back in your seat, closing your eyes to take stock of your losses. You’d managed to grab your backpack. But the new ropes for your shiny new harness were lost. As were two of your favorite knives. Bastards. Maybe you could take it out of Crowley’s paycheck? It was his fault after all. 

As you opened your eyes to suggest that the costs of the rescue mission would come out of Crowley’s commission, you were instead left tongue tied. As Dean’s brilliant green eyes cut off your words where he’d twisted in his seat to throw you one of those unfair boyish grins that always knocked the breath out of you. 

Damn him and his… Everything. 

“Nice work (Y/N),” He grinned. Still completely ignoring Crowley next to you, as his whole body radiated with the adrenaline of getting away more or less unscathed. By the time the two guys that had clocked you had time to share your descriptions with the rest of Evil Inc. they’d all be behind bars anyway. 

“Of course! Did you ever doubt me?” You shot back, mirroring his adrenaline fuelled smile with one of your own. Now that you’d made it safely out of there, you were practically bouncing in your seat from the straight shot of energy to your veins that a good getaway always gave you. 

“Yes… Yes we did. Several times… Actually, we doubt you most of the time,” Sam shot back as he focused on the road. Only looking away to send you that tried and tested shiteating grin that only little brothers had perfected through the rear-view mirror.

Yet, before you could throw some insults back his way, the proverbial elephant in the room decided he had to be the center of attention. Which honestly was nothing new. Sometimes you swore Crowley was a figment of your collective imaginations, and if he didn’t make you pay attention to him, he’d just fade from existence. 

Though you knew that was all just wishful thinking on your end. 

“She was… A vision. I offered her a job you know? With certain benefits,” Crowley shot in, sending you a sleazy wink. 

It was his turn to ignore Dean. Pretending he didn’t see the daggers the trained mercenary was sending his way. The mobster was clearly playing with fire. If the look Dean was sending him was anything to go by, your hitter was only seconds away from ripping his spine out through his throat. And that was a very real threat when coming from the Dean Winchester.

Though, even with his death imminent so soon after you saved him, you didn’t like Crowley enough to warn him. As you instead resorted to just audibly gagging at his words in lieu of another no. Since the word didn’t seem to exist in his dictionary anyway. A visible shudder running through you at the thought of working for the mobster. You’d already been someone’s thieving little lap dog and you were done with that life thank-you-very-much. 

“Ok, so the benefits can be negotiated. If nothing else, having someone who can remove a pair of handcuffs in just a few seconds could be very useful…” And though it seemed like he meant it like an actual offer, you weren’t an idiot. It didn’t really take a genius to hear the clear sexual innuendo in his words. The insufferable bastard just wouldn’t stop. 

“She’s busy,” Dean shot back instead of you. As if he thought you were incapable of turning down what was clearly a bad job yourself. Hell, you’d rather work as a damn unpaid intern than get paid stacks of money to work for Crowley. 

Which, actually… 

Technically your current gig was unpaid. Some jobs just also happened to line your pockets when you were getting money back from the bad guys. They were bonuses, really, not a steady paycheck. So you really would rather work pro bono than for the figurative devil next to you. 

“Not. Interested. I work for the good guys now, not scum,” You spat back, sending Dean a little smug smirk as if you showed him by shutting Crowley down. Which was the weirdest thing to be smug about, but hell… You’d had someone speaking for you every day of your life until you were 15, and you weren’t on the look out for a new puppet master. Not now, not ever. 

“But bad is good! I don’t know why you reacted so harshly in there. You should embrace your bad side; the world loves a bad girl… I know I for one do,” Crowley hummed as you cringed internally. Damn it, you’d known he would try to use your earlier outburst of anger against you. But it still took everything you had to not let the panic show on your features as you instead rolled your eyes at him. 

Ignoring Crowley’s endless ranting about how bad girls were the best thing since sliced bread, you instead turned to face Dean. Not wanting Crowley to repeat the words he’d said earlier, in case they would make Dean remember the gun range like you had, you kept your expression neutral as you spoke up over the damn mobster where he seemed moments away from composing an ode to wicked little women. 

You wouldn’t let Crowley mess up any more of your day. Not just when everything seemed fine between you and Dean… Or even better than fine! They seemed back to normal. 

“Dean… Can I borrow your gun?” Raising your volume to be heard over both the roar of the engine and the incessant chattering of your rescued damsel, you held your hand out and batted (Y/E/C) eyes at your hitter in mock innocence. 

“Sure sweetheart,” Dean said without missing a beat, reaching across his body to unholster one of his many firearms, before stopping his hand midair right as he was about to hand you the loaded weapon. A raised eyebrow and soft smirk telling you he knew the answer to his question before he’d even asked it. 

“... Why?” 

“Let me shoot him,” You growled back, sending a head nod in Crowley’s direction as you tried to reach for the gun that Dean was keeping just out of your reach. The threat of violence finally shutting Crowley up as Dean shook his head with a chuckle. 

“Not until after we finish this job (Y/N), and not in my car,” Sam shot in, not wanting to risk his older brother agreeing with you that violence was, as always, the answer when dealing with Crowley’s kind. 

“Damn it… You’re no fun,” Pouting you crossed your arms and sank back into your seat like a petulant child. It was gonna be a long ride. And, considering you’d have to interrogate the Scotsman to find out how the hell he managed to get himself caught, it was shaping up to be an awful day. 

So much for Charlie’s magical Princess Leia buns. The fates, and that sadistic bitch, mother nature, had once more decided tormenting you was their ultimate favorite pastime. 

Oh joy…

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mutuals are welcome to tag me in anything ever, send in countless memes whenever, message me at any time and request my d.iscord. basically if we're mutuals, "bug" me whenever and however you want 🤍

my formatting is simple, and i'm fine with icons, iconless, gif icons or gifs. answered asks can always be treated as a starter, feel free to rb them or start a new post to create a thread!

accessibility: lmk at any time if you need me to adjust anything for your comfort, it won't bother me at all. on my end, it would be super helpful if you don't use tiny icons or courier new font with me.

shipping and dynamics of all kinds are my lifeblood, so lmk at any time if you're interested in shipping with me.

there will be a heavy focus on my original characters, with canons taking a backseat by default. please do not try to interact with only my male muses.

originals.

amarande floresca, pureblood vampire, camila queiroz, secondary.

aspasia, the dark urge / seldarine drow druid, tbd, primary.

aspyn verona, hunter, sasha luss, secondary.

aurora provenza, black market doctor, danielle rose russell, primary.

booker darcy, hunter / half demon, chris evans, primary.

briar kesta, reincarnation of aphrodite, danielle campbell, primary.

callan wisteria, private investigator, dylan o'brien, primary.

cassiopeia claremont, reincarnation of the goddess of the stars, claire holt, primary.

fern roque, serial killer of abusive men, bruna marquezine, secondary.

julieta noi, ghost hunter / streamer, kitty chicha, secondary.

luminita, gifted vampire, demet özdemir, secondary.

magdalena primrose, mortician / exorcist, alexandra daddario, primary.

nimue, ancient forest witch / shapeshifter, megan fox, primary.

opal undergrove, witch, yaya dacosta, secondary.

rhysand eoin ó cuilinn, vampire, chace crawford, primary.

river mihal, werewolf, alina kovalenko, secondary.

sila prakenskii, mobster, tor thanapob, primary.

varina leucothea, siren princess, dakota johnson, primary.

canons.

caius, twilight, regé-jean page, secondary.

damon salvatore, tvdu, giancarlo commare, secondary.

edward cullen, twilight, gong jun, secondary.

emmett cullen, twilight, michael evans behling, primary.

isabella swan, twilight, antonia gentry, primary.

jack ryan, bioshock, jensen ackles, test.

lara croft, tomb raider, yaya sperbund, primary.

sam winchester, supernatural, jared padalecki, primary.

stefan salvatore, tvdu, paul wesley, secondary.

#📍 #minors & personals dni. #if breaking a mutual following please hard block.

[souldug]

ㅤㅤsouldug, an independent and selective multimuse featuring both canon and original characters. barely managed by 𝒌𝒊𝒌𝒊, twenty8+, she + her. open to most fandoms, with a deep love for original characters. will be trigger heavy, please proceed with caution. important to note: while i have canons available, my ocs will always take precedence!

ㅤ𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬: aurora, briar, callan, emmett, nimue, rhys (oc), sila, varina, woojin.

ㅤ𝐶𝐴𝑅𝑅𝐷ㅤ&ㅤ𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒ㅤ&ㅤ𝑅𝑂𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅ㅤ&ㅤ𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒ㅤ&ㅤ𝑃𝑅𝑂𝑀𝑂 .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ‹ㅤklaeus, elenaes, etherealstuffㅤ›

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmobile muse list:

FILM.

gabriella montez, high school musical, vanessa hudgens, test.

caius, twilight, regé-jean page, secondary.

troy bolton, high school musical, zac efron, test.

LITERATURE.

edward cullen, twilight, gong jun, secondary.

emmett cullen, twilight, michael evans behling, primary.

isabella swan, twilight, antonia gentry, primary.

ORIGINAL.

amarande florescu, pureblood vampire, camila queiroz, primary.

aspyn verona, hunter, sasha luss, primary.

booker darcy, hunter / half demon, chris evans, primary.

briar kesta, reincarnation of aphrodite, danielle campbell, primary.

callan wisteria, private investigator, dylan o'brien, primary.

fern roque, serial killer of abusive men, sofia carson, primary.

julieta noi, ghost hunter / streamer, kitty chicha, secondary.

luminita, gifted vampire / twilight, demet özdemir, primary.

magdalena primrose, mortician / exorcist, alexandra daddario, primary.

nimue, ancient forest witch / shapeshifter, megan fox, primary.

opal undergrove, witch, yaya dacosta, secondary.

rhysand eoin ó cuilinn, vampire, chace crawford, primary.

river mihal, werewolf, alina kovalenko, secondary.

sila prakenskii, mobster, tor thanapob, primary.

solveig, primordial forest spirit, emilia clarke, secondary.

varina leucothea, siren princess, dakota johnson, primary.

woojin choi, kumiho, sung hoon, primary.

TELEVISION.

damon salvatore, tvdu, gavin casalegno, secondary.

sam winchester, supernatural, jared padalecki, primary.

stefan salvatore, tvdu, paul wesley, secondary.

VIDEO GAMES.

aloy, horizon zero dawn, rose leslie, test.

connor, detriot become human, bryan dechart, test.

elizabeth, bioshock infinite, alexis bledel, test.

jack ryan, bioshock, jensen ackles, test.

lara croft, tomb raider, yaya sperbund, primary.

subject delta, bioshock, alexander skarsgård, test.

#📍 #minors & personals dni / #beta only / if breaking a mutual following please hard block!

[holylulusworld]

Fresh Start (4) - FIN

Summary: All or nothing now. Can you and Sam find a way back?

Pairing: Mobster!Sam Winchester x Wife!Reader, Mobster!Dean Winchester x other reader

Characters: John Winchester, Ruby

Warnings: angst, language, blood, mentions of death/torture, violence against Ruby, character's death, John is an ass, a creep, and bad in general, fluff

 << Part 3

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

You grip the door handle to open the door parting you from the woman who tried to kill you. You take a deep breath and close your eyes for a moment, counting to ten to calm your nerves. 

If Sam’s enemies, his allies, and your husband shall respect you, you must walk through that door and prove yourself. This is not easy for you. Not at all. You don’t want to witness torture and violence.

“You can still change your mind, sweetheart,” Dean places his hand on your shoulder. “Y/N this will get ugly. Sam is out for blood. Ruby’s blood. Usually, he wants me to get information out of people.”

“I have to,” you dip your head to look at Dean standing next to you. He offers a cracked smile and sad eyes. “Everyone believes I’m soft and an easy target. Everyone needs to hear that I was part of this. That I stood my ground and-“

“I get it,” swallowing thickly Dean drops his gaze. “My father always gave me the feeling I must prove my worth over and over again. That’s why I turned to Alastair and asked him to become my mentor in…”

Dean is easy to talk to and understands your situation. Dean wanted to run from his family so often, but he knew this would mean leaving Sam behind too.

“Torture,” he nods. Dean barely talks about his time at Alastair’s place. You only know he still has nightmares and hates to be used as a blunt tool to hurt people. “I’ll talk to Sam when this is over, Dean. We can’t keep on running in circles. This includes using you as a torturer. You deserve better.”

“We both do,” he chuckles humorlessly. “Maybe we should run away together.”

“You, me, and that girl from the diner?”

“Exactly.”

“Does she know?”

“I didn’t tell her about my…profession. It’s better this way,” he shrugs. “Let’s be honest. Sooner than later, she’ll have enough and move on to someone else. I can’t marry a nice girl not knowing what she got herself into.”

“Maybe she would understand you didn’t tell her the truth, Dean.”

“We can still run.”

“I can’t…I’m still in love with your brother.”

You stand there in silence next to Dean for what feels like an eternity. Breathing in and out while your heart beats out of your chest.

“I hope he’s worth it,” he watches you open the door. Dean takes a deep breath and forces a cold mask to replace his features. It’s easier to pretend to feel nothing when pain, blood, and death lie ahead. “This is going to be a fucking long night…”

Head held high you step inside the room. Just like Dean, you hide your insecurities and fear behind a stoic face tonight.

“Look what the cat dragged in. I had hoped at least your ugly face got damaged a little more. Like my grandfather used to say. If you want something to get done, do it yourself.”

Another punch hits her face, but she takes it like a champ, you give her that. Her bloody smirk makes you shudder. Ruby spits blood onto the floor. It joins dried blood, spit, and something looking like ripped-out nails on the concrete in the basement. 

This is not a nice place. It’s cold, dark, and filled with the faded screams of the victims of Winchester’s business.

You fight the urge to empty your stomach as Sam gets a knife out. 

“Sam, I-“ you look at Ruby, almost feeling sorry for the broken creature restrained to an old chair. You remember the furniture. It used to stand in John’s kitchen, or at least you think so. 

“Aw, does your little wife want to watch you get your hands dirty Sammy?” Ruby sneers as you look away. “I can’t believe you chose her over me. Look at her. She’s soft and won’t make it for much longer in life like ours. Everyone knows she’s nothing but a burden to you.”

“Watch your tongue, bitch,” you never saw Sam like that before. He slaps Ruby’s face hard enough to split her skin open with his wedding band. “You are talking about my wife and the woman I love. She’s family and you are simply a faded memory. A meaningless one nightstand I forgot about the moment I slipped out of you.”

“You’re a bad liar, Sam,” she coos, batting her eyelashes. Ruby looks like she got under the bus, still, she tries to flirt with Sam. Blood runs down her neck, left arm, and chest. Her nose is bleeding heavily and one of her eyes is swollen, and black. 

“Not me,” Dean whispers as you look at him in horror. “I came here with you, Y/N. I don’t like putting my hands on women that way.”

“It was my honor to avenge you,” John steps out of the shadows. Blood is splattered all over his white shirt, his face and arm, but he doesn’t seem to care. You gasp as he takes off his bloody hand gloves, carelessly dropping them to the ground. “You’ve missed the show, Y/N. We were waiting for you.”

“I told her to wait a little longer,” now you know why Dean distracted you for so long. He didn’t want you to watch the worst part of the show. “This is not for her.”

“She wanted to watch,” you dare not to meet John’s gaze as he steps closer to you to cup your chin with two fingers. “Right? You are one of us, Sammy’s future. You’ll carry his heir soon enough and continue our bloodline.”

“Why don’t you bang her yourself,” Ruby doesn’t shut her mouth. She snickers behind John’s back while trying to wiggle out of the ropes holding her wrists. “I know how you look at your son’s wife. I bet you are creaming your pants imagining having your way with her.”

“Silence,” John twirls around to punch Ruby’s face with full force. You whimper, not wanting him to hurt her even more. “You’ve got no clue what you are talking about. I don’t fuck my son’s girls.”

“Didn’t you stop you from fucking Jess, or Lisa…or me,” she grins up at John. His chest heaves up and down as he stares down at the bloody mess that used to be the woman Sam desired a long time ago.

“Sir, I think Y/N should go now,” Sam protectively steps in front of you to block your view. “She has seen enough.”

“No. She needs to end this the Winchester way,” you feel your legs give in when John pushes his son out of his way to hand you a knife. “Kill that woman. An eye for an eye. A life for a life.”

“I-“ you glance at the knife in your hand. It would be a death sentence to say no to John Winchester, but you are not a killer. “Can I…”

“She’s better with a gun,” Dean steps in. “You remember our training, right?” he takes the knife out of your hand to give it back to his father. “Here, take mine. I’ll help you.”

“I said this is enough,” the room falls silent as Sam rolls his shoulders. “I’m not going to let my wife do such a thing. She wanted to witness Ruby’s punishment, and she did. I’ll end this.”

“Sammy, what?” before Dean can react Sam snatches the gun out of his brother’s hands, unlocks it, and aims at Ruby’s head. “Wait…”

“Goodbye,” Dean presses your face in his chest and tells you to cover your ears as Sam ends Ruby’s life. You are trembling and crying as another pair of hands tugs at your body moments later.

Everything is a haze after the gunshot. You end up in someone’s arms and get carried out of the basement. Too afraid to look at the man carrying you, all you can do is cover your eyes with your hands.

“I’ve got you, baby girl,” it’s Sam softly whispering your name. “I’m sorry. Father can be…” He holds you close to his warm chest, failing to even talk.

“A fucking asshole,” Dean is right behind you and his brother. While John yells your husband’s name, Sam walks upstairs and makes his way inside your bedroom, ignoring his father’s orders. “How can he expect her to stab that bitch? Did he lose his mind?”

“He lost it a long time ago, Dean,” you whimper as Sam places you on the bed. “I told you years ago. When I was fourteen. This will never end.”

“This is all his fault. Ruby got mad as he ended their affair. She wanted to hit him where it hurts. Without an heir, John Winchester will sooner than later lose his empire,” Dean gives his brother a cracked smile. “Charlie dug a little deeper for me. And Ketch knew more than I told all of you.”

“You knew all the time that she wanted to hit him, not me?” Sam shakes his head. “How could you hide this from me?”

“I had to be sure, Sammy. Charlie found everything.”

“So, did he want to touch my wife too?” frowning deeply Sam looks at his brother. “Please tell me she lied, Dean.”

“I wish I could say no. I don’t know, to be honest. Ruby wasn’t wrong, though. He looked at Y/N like he wants to…”

“What will we do now?” you look up at Sam. “I’m scared of John. He didn’t look happy when I couldn’t kill Ruby.”

“We run,” Sam jerks his head toward his brother. “Charlie helped me transfer most of our money to an offshore bank account a few days ago. I knew shit will go down.” He shrugs as his brother gapes at him. “We can take the Impala and get out of this fucking town, Sammy.”

“Better late than never, huh? Lock the door,” Dean hurriedly locks the door while Sam walks inside the walk-in-wardrobe to remove a fake wall. He gets three duffle bags and clothes out, smirking as you look up at him with wide eyes. “One for each of us. New papers, money, clothes, guns, all we will need to get out of town.”

“How…what?” Sam hands you new clothes to wear. Jeans, a t-shirt, a red-checkered flannel, boots, and a leather jacket.

“Dean, I got something for you too. We need to look different. No suits and polished shoes until we got away.”

“I can live with that,” Dean looks at the clothes Sam hands him. “Jeans and plaids. Awesome…”

“I said no detours,” Sam watches a girl run toward the Impala. He huffs in the backseat as she jumps into Dean’s arms. “He found the time to pick up a girl?”

“Get inside, sweetheart,” Dean hurriedly gets back behind the steering wheel. Benny, Castiel, and Gadreel made sure to distract John long enough for you to escape but he doesn’t want to waste another minute.

“Hi,” you watch the waitress Dean met up with for weeks get inside the Impala. She presses a duffle bag to her chest, smiling at Sam and you in the back. “Nice to finally meet you. I’m (*another reader*).”

“Y/N, and this is Sam, my husband,” you watch her buckle up as Dean starts the engine to get out of town. “We glad we finally meet you.”

“So…we are on the run now,” she asks as you watch her watch Dean. She moves her hand to his thigh and softly speaks his name. It’s the first time Dean looks at peace since you know him.

“Not for long, (*another reader*). We will find a place to call home. See it as…”

“A fresh start,” Sam smirks as Dean pushes the car to its limit.

Only a few hours and you are out of John Winchester territory. Castiel, Benny, and Gadreel will make sure your father-in-law looks for you at the wrong end of the world.

“A fresh start,” Dean agrees as you lean your head against Sam’s shoulder. You close your eyes and allow yourself to dream of a better life; away from crimes, pain, and fear.

A life in which you can have a family and a life with the man you love.

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#Fresh Start (4) #Sam Winchester #sam winchester fanfiction #mobster!sam #mobster!sam x reader #mobster!sam winchester #sam x you #sam x reader #sam winchester x y/n

[griefblud]

#𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖋𝖇𝖑𝖚𝖉   :

independent  ,  selective  canon  and  oc  multimuse  featuring  muses  from  𝒕𝒗𝒅  ,  𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 ,  𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍  ,  and  some  𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒐 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔  .  tormented  by  kiki  ,  twenty7  ,  she  +  her  ,  est  .  open  to  most  fandoms  ,  with  a  deep  love  for  original  characters  and  affiliated  ocs  .  will  feature  mature  topics  ;  minors  and  personals  please  dni  .

links  :  carrd  .  atlas  .  other  blogs  :  @elenaed  .  @m1kaelson​  .

     mobile  muse  list:

angelus darcy, supernatural oc. chris evans fc. 

aurora provenza, crime oc. danielle campbell fc.

brooklyn meadows, affiliated oc with fatalflcws. virgina gardner fc.

connor, detroit become human. bryan dechart fc. test muse.

damon salvatore, the vampire diaries. gavin casalegno fc. extremely au, seasons 1-3 only.

edward cullen, twilight. gong jun fc. twilight through eclipse only.

elizabeth, bioshock. alexis bledel fc. test muse.

emmett cullen, twilight. michael evans behling fc. twilight through eclipse only.

estelle delacroix, shapeshifter oc. dakota johnson fc.

ethan winters, resident evil. mads mikkelsen fc. test muse, currently focused on re7.

isabella swan, twilight. camila queiroz fc. twilight through eclipse only.

jack ryan, bioshock. jensen ackles fc. test muse.

lara croft, tomb raider. yaya sperbund fc. strictly follows the survivor timeline.

luminita, twilight. nina dobrev fc.

sam winchester, supernatural. jared padalecki fc. boy!king sam, seasons 1-4 focus.

sila prakenskii, crime oc. tor thanapob fc. mobster oc, his backstory has dark themes.

stefan salvatore, the vampire diaries. paul wesley fc. seasons 1-3 only.

subject delta, bioshock. alexander skarsgård fc. test muse.

victoria, twilight. madelaine petsch fc. twilight through eclipse only.

vladimir, twilight. joseph morgan fc. twilight through eclipse only.

#pinned <3

[maipareshaan]

Someone literally called Dean a mobster lol, and you know about me and mobwife Sam.

Ahh see that is the whole point of mobwife Sam. Its not that Sam is awful hate him oo, no the point is that this pathetic stockholm syndromed adult is a mobwife and he is fine with it. 'Oh no look at Sam's pained helpless face when Dean pulls a gun on Kaia'. Um no he is just annoying, okay boo hoo he is like having a moment where he is like 'this is bad'. But the whole point is that they do fucked up things for family, in this case for their mom. Sam is ultimately pretty okay with it being done for their goal, which there is a scene where he says or agrees to doing anything for their mom. Okay Sam 'i wanna be my brother's little bitch so i am okay with releasing a soul sucking apocalypse enthusiast and i will do it again' Winchester is a mobwife.

#it took me way too long to get what they were saying

[thewincestgospel]

Hello. Do you know of any fics where the boys are civilians, like because Mary didn't die so they never become hunters? But they still end up together?

I got you!

Regular Smegular Winchesters

Aftermath by Lichterin Dean gets in a car accident and Sam is a very worried little brother.

Anywhere Road by paxlux The Winchester boys don’t run no other way.

Bitchface No. 5 - There's a new kid in school and Sam is being a bitch, but Dean doesn't see how the two things are related.

Brother by CleverUsernameHere A few months after his 18th birthday, Sam makes the decision to finally reach out to his biological family. He finds he has a mother, Mary and a father named John. He also learns he has a brother named Dean, who he’s encountered before in a very non-brotherly way

Cheat by babybrotherdean  Dean hates that they’re still doing this.

Close Your Eyes  by sonofabiscuit77 There are some relationships so taboo they’re irresistible… After John and Mary break up when Sam is 11, Sam moves away with Mary and his new step-father while Dean stays in Kansas with John. Fast-forward 12 years and John is dead, Sam’s just returned from Europe, and Dean’s gone and married a billionaire and become a male model. As the boys reconnect, Sam becomes increasingly fascinated by this successful, happily-married version of the big brother he barely knows, a fascination that soon turns into an overwhelming mutual obsession.

Counting Bodies Like Sheep by abeautifullie3 Sam D'Eboli is a mobster. Special Agent Dean Winchester is assigned to take him down. Dean's okay with that double entendre...until he isn't. A connection that won't be denied, and secrets revealed, Dean's objective may no longer be the same as the FBI's.

for you as yet by elanorelle AU. Mary lives. Some things change, some things don't, and Dean's just postponing the inevitable.

Happy Families by majesticduxk Human AU. Sam’s a Fed. Dean’s tied up in the crime world. That makes for awkward family dinners. Lots of animosity there that they work through via fucking hard.

Homecoming by sammyatstanford Dean picks Sam up from the airport when he comes home for summer break.

Kings Of The Field by HandsAcrossTheSea “Uh, is that supposed to make me feel better?” “No, but it means you can make jokes with Dean later about how well he handles balls.” Sam isn’t going to dignify that with an answer, not matter how right she is.

Letting The Days Go By by roxymissrose Ever since Dean pushed Sam away and into a normal life, Dean's been spiraling downwards. He's screwing up on the job. He's never gotten over his dad's death. He's not sure he loves his girlfriend anymore. Sam hates his guts and with good reason, what kind of jerk sleeps with their little brother's prom date? He's backslid and fallen off the wagon, he's worrying his mom to death. The problem is he doesn't really remember living this miserable life

[lover lay down] by ephemerall - He hadn’t realized just how much damage he’d done until Sam backed away from a simple touch.  He’d pushed Sam away for what he thought were all the right reasons, but he was only realizing now that he’d maybe gone a step too far, pushed a little too hard.

Picking Up My Shatter World by blackrose_17 At one time Sam and Dean used to be close then one day it all changed and Dean couldn’t stand to be around his nerdy little brother. Sam was sure that Dean realised his more than brotherly love that he carried for Dean and that’s why he hated the very sight of Sam and he vowed to move on from Dean. Enter Jessica Moore who Sam was sure could be the one to help him get over Dean.

Two years later Sam is unhappily married to Jess and the only joy he has in his life is his son Jaden, until his world comes crashing down around him as he learns the truth that his wife has been having an affair with Dean and the little boy he adores might not be his son. After a confrontation that ends with Sam sole parent of his son, he vows to never let anyone hurt him that deeply again. Can Dean make amends for all the hurt he caused Sam in his strange attempt to protect Sam from the feelings that Dean was sure Sam could never feel for him. Can the brothers overcome years of pain and hurt to see the love they was sure would forever be unrequited was returned all along?

Pink (Is My Favorite Crayon) by plirio Sam’s eighteen now. And he’s a ceremony away from being a free agent, a summer away from being a college student. Apparently, that’s all they needed to start this.

Or, in which all Sam wants this summer is Dean. And Dean’s more than happy to provide.

The Psychology of Genetic Sexual Attraction by  sonofabiscuit77 “…50% of of reunions between siblings, or parents and offspring, separated at birth result in obsessive emotions…” This story begins in 2001 in a garage in Palo Alto when 18-year old Stanford student, Sam Sharma plucks up the courage to ask car mechanic, Dean Cooper, out for a cup of coffee.   Their attraction is instantaneous and overwhelming, and the relationship that develops seems perfect.  Except nothing is really perfect, and this particular love story started a long time before Sam and Dean even met.  Wincest non-hunting AU. This is my attempt at a boys-don’t-know-they’re-brothers story.

Saving Himself by jessie_cristo Sam (17) and Dean (21) got to grow up with their Mom & Dad in their lives; like a normal family. Even if they didn’t grow up in each other’s pockets, alone and always on the move… they are still soulmates. That fact had made them close growing up, but Sam has turned into a typical angsty teen and has been pushing Dean away for the past year. Dean had attributed it to Sam being a brat, but he finds out in one momentous night that his Sammy is no longer a little kid.

A Thousand Miles to Get There by alakewood Dean's not quite sure when it happened, but somewhere along the line he and Sam started messing around – it started with chaste kisses and graduated to more physical expressions of their desire. And, at some point, he fell in love with his little brother. Now, while on a cross-country roadtrip with his family, in the deceptive privacy of their RV, Dean has to prove to Sam that going away to college isn't going to change how he feels.

The Winchester Family by ashwitch AU where the Winchester family runs a city, a plotbunny I couldn't get out of my head after seeing the 300th episode photoshoot

Verses Like Yours and Mine by rivers_bend Sam and Dean are regular brothers--no hunting, no demons--who fall in love anyway.

#wincest #supernatural #dean/sam #dean winchester #sam winchester #fic list #not hunters #alternate universe #john winchester #mary winchester #john/mary #teencest #soulmates #mobsters #cheating #sam/oc #dean/oc #spn fics #fanfiction

[moosekateer13]

Tightrope Masterlist

For @supernatural-jackles tell me a story bingo

Square filled

Quote E:

7. "Why? Why would you risk everything for just one person?"

@winchesterandbeyondbingo square filled: hotel room

Pairing: Mobster! Sam x Mobster! Reader

Warnings Smut, Angst, Philophobia, Mob activities, Enemies to lovers, Drunken Marriage, Unplanned pregnancy, Kidnapping, Torture

Summary: One night in Vegas changes everything for Y/N.

During a drunken haze, she marries Sam.

Little did she know he's the second in command of her rival mafia.

One big rule in her family is that they don't believe in divorce.

Now she has to make a tough decision. Love or blood loyalty.

Inspired by Kelly Clarkson’s Tightrope

You're on the tightrope, I've got my reasons: How did we get so tangled?

You turn, I stay straight; I bend as you break We're so messed up, but I know.

That you and I will fall in time, eventually. Or maybe we'll both die trying.

Chapter 1: Chapter 2: Chapter 3: Chapter 4: Chapter 5:

Chapter 6: Chapter 7: Chapter 8: Chapter 9: Chapter 10:

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[waywardsummoner46]

Five Years Can Change a Person

Summary: Five years ago, your life changed forever. Five years ago, your house burnt down and with it... your family. No matter how over-bearing your brothers were, you loved them nevertheless and their loss affected you insanely. Now content with your new family though, seemingly moved past the past, the ghosts of your brothers walk into the bar. How are they alive? How is that possible? You tried to wrap your head around it but are they the same as they were?

Word count: 2643

A/N: Hello! I am so sorry for my inactivity. I can’t say it won’t continue but I’m definitely out of my writing block. I’m currently working on the next part for Welcome Home, Sister, a Paul Atreides x Reader fanfic and a character list to help you guys get a feel on who I write for. As always, I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think :)

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As a sixteen year old living independently in Lebanon, you sometimes struggled to make it through the day. 

  It’d been this way for five years but you never like to dwell on the past. After the incident, you’d been a lone wolf and even though it came with the weight of Hell to carry, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

  Take today for example, you’d been to school and had a maths test. Somehow, you’d had full marks so you’d been proud of yourself but this one kid in your class was having none of it.

  You’d heard of pick me girls before and she was no different. When your teacher had given you your test back, you’d sat there in shock just staring at it incredulously. She obviously noticed this, but misinterpreted this as you having a shit score.

  So she sauntered over to you, fully prepared to degrade you in front of the entire class but when she noticed your actual score the emotions that filtered across her face were nearly enough to render you hysterical.

  She’d blinked fervently at your paper, before turning and lifting a hand up to the teacher. “Um, sir? I think you marked her test wrong.”

 The teacher paused in his stride and blinked blearily at her. “Melissa, (Y/N) had full marks fair and square, you, however, did not. So get back to your seat and be quiet.” You loved your maths teacher.

  Melissa was having none of it though. She huffed like a petulant child, “Yeah, but there’s no way that she got better marks than me. Like there’s actually no way.” She kept listing the reasons why you were destined to be beneath her until she realised he’d stopped paying attention to her, along with the rest of the class.

  She sat on your desk and leant down to your face. You raised a brow and quirked your head sarcastically. 

  “This isn’t over, bitch. Don’t think for even a second you are better than me. Beat me in another test, and I'll humiliate you so much, you’ll have to leave the school out of embarrassment.”

  This was something you heard everyday but you ignored her and chose to focus back on your test. Flipping through each page you briefly glanced over how the teacher marked it.

  You were about to shut the test completely, but you noticed someone had scribbled something on the side of your page. You knew it wasn’t you because it wasn’t your pen colour, either way you concluded that it was probably your teacher or Melissa that put it there. It was insignificant anyway.

  After that entire fiasco, you’d left school and walked for an hour before you reached where you work: Harvelle’s Roadhouse. It was a bar run by Ellen Harvelle and her daughter Jo. You got along amazingly with both of them as they were the closest thing to a family you had and you cherished them with everything you had.

  Most of the time, you refused to think about life before you were eleven but soon it would be the anniversary of the Harvelles and Ellen’s husband Bobby taking you in off of the streets so in a way, you were obligated to at least consider getting a card or getting some cake or something. Reluctantly though.

  Whilst they’d never pried further about your situation since the night they found your smaller self, crying and aimlessly wandering on the streets of Lebanon, you knew that every year their curiosity became harder to contain but still they resisted. 

  The bar was quite out of the way actually, it was found on one of the roads near the motorway but not obvious enough that it was overpopulated. It was pleasant. 

  Admittedly, it was quite run down but you preferred the more homey feeling it gave off.

  As you approached the bar, you took the time to study the sign. At night it glowed and made the building look ethereal. 

  You’d always been fond of how it resembled Ellen and Jo’s personality in a way. The font and the way it was built was unique and strong as hell, similar to the Harvelles

  Blinking out of your odd thoughts, you gazed towards the open door and noticed Jo leaning against the frame drying a glass with a towel. “You alright, (Y/N)?” she nodded to you.

  A fond smile made its way to your face and you increased your speed then engulfed her into a hug and squeezed.

  “Yeah, I’m alright. You and Ellen okay?”

 She wrapped her arms around you as she maneuvered which hand was holding what, sensing you needed comfort. “We’re both fine. You’re the one who seems off,” she said and let you go.

 You brushed her off and entered the bar, Jo following behind you. “I’m good, seriously. I got full marks on the maths test!”

  “Well, I’m glad. You revised damn well hard for that too,” Bobby suddenly appeared from behind the bar. Your grin widened and you ran at him and engulfed him in a tight hug. “Hiya, sweetheart.”

 “Hi Bobby.”

 Ellen came up from behind you then and joined the hug. “Don’t I get a hug too?”

  You leaned your head back against her and sighed happily. You saw Ellen and Bobby as either your substitute parents or grandparents, honestly it depends on the situation. Jo, you undoubtedly saw as your older sister, there was no debate about that.

  “Course you do.” You all broke it off and after some quick exchanged pleasantries, you got changed and went to start working on calculating the profits. Numbers just don’t seem to want to give you a break today.

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Five years ago…

In your family, there was you, John, Sam and Dean. John was your father but you’d always held disdain towards the man (always being since you were six) but Sam and Dean worshipped the man.

  Sam argued with John on occasion but was overall very obedient. Dean though, was basically mindless, John’s perfect soldier and this grated you endlessly, but you said nothing for years.

  Dean was twenty years older than you and Sam was sixteen years older, nevertheless they were both severely over-protective of you. They could be quite scary sometimes actually, so you learnt early on to suit their standards albeit begrudgingly. 

   John Winchester was a very powerful man. You didn’t realise the extent until that fateful day.

  He’d brought Crowley, an equally powerful man over to your family home that your dad had rebuilt after your mother died in the house fire ten years ago. Crowley had always seemed interested in you and seemingly despised your brothers, this put both of your brothers on high alert.

  When the doorbell rang signifying Crowley’s arrival, Sam and Dean’s gaze turned murderous. You were all sitting at the table, and you were enjoying your cereal when your brothers grabbed a shoulder each and hoisted you up into the air. 

 You squeaked out a protest. “Hey! Lemme go!” Dean took hold of your entire body and pressed you tightly to his chest. “Dean, I’m eleven. I’m not a kid anymore!”

  He ignored you and carried you up to your room with Sam following closely behind. You thrashed and twisted violently in his arms but he was having none of it and tightened his grip on you.

  “Dean, get off of me!”

  When you reached your bedroom door, Sam went ahead and kicked it open. Dean walked in and dropped you on your bed leaving you scrambling to compose yourself. ”Come on, did you have to?”

  He squatted down to your level and had a pitying look on his face. Extending his arm, he began brushing your cheek with his thumb.

  “You don’t understand at the moment sweetheart, you’re still too young, but that man is dangerous and Dad needs me and Sammy to be there with him and for you to be safe,” he chided as though you were an infant. You didn’t give him a verbal response however your mood was accurately represented on your sour facial expression..

  He upped and went to leave but waited for Sam who was lingering. 

  “We’ll only be half an hour, (Y/N). Read the book I bought you for Christmas if you want.” Then he, too, went and left you in your displeasure.

  They shut the door softly but the evident sound of the over-sized lock they’d installed outside of it shook you to your core. Yeah, your brothers were definitely over protective.

  Begrudgingly, you reached for the book Sam bought you that you’d chucked on your bedside table and started reading the back. 

  You began reading it and leant back against your bed but grew bored after the second sentence. So ultimately, you huffed loudly as if something entertaining might unravel… but your wall remained dull.

  Then you started hearing voices. It was quiet at first but grew quite loud. 

  You heard your dad shout, “You are not having my daughter, Crowley! This is non-negotiable.” Wait a minute, were they talking about you? This can’t be good.

 A faint mumbling was heard before a gun was unmistakably loaded and you gulped loudly. Glancing towards the picture on your wall, knowing what you’d have to do should things escalate.

  And by the sounds of it, they were. One gun shot rang through the silence, followed by another then fifty more.

  Apparently Crowley had brought his entire gang, probably predicting your father’s refusal to his ridiculous deal but his stubborn attitude was having none of it.

 “Get your sister, now! Benny, Garth, you're with me!”

  You heard two sets of footsteps sprinting up the stairs and your door was ripped open. Your brothers stood in the doorway and just froze. Their mouths open and eyes wide, before they dropped to the floor.

  Out stepped Crowley, draped in an expensive looking suit with a broad smirk on his face. “Hello, (Y/N).”

  You gulped and looked at him in fear. Calculating where the picture was behind you, you began to back away, discreetly edging towards it. Crowley seemed to relish in your terror and his eyes seemed to sparkle with something akin to malice.

 He took a step forward, narrowly missing Sam’s head. Taking two steps backwards, you felt how close the wall was.

  “You know, I would’ve thought you’d have been happier to see me, darling!” he exclaimed. “Moose and Squirrel certainly were not very happy, but when have you ever been similar to them?”

  You squinted at him. The difference between you and your brothers was a sore subject for you. Being treated like a delicate antique compared to how rough and trusted your brothers were, grated you endlessly. Crowley, being the manipulative cow he was, had taken notice of this and understood that if he played his cards correctly then many things could work out in his favour.

  You took another step back and pressed up against the wall. Edging your fingers behind you, you slipped them underneath it and grasped your gun. Fingers shaking you pulled it out.

  “The only thing I’ll be happy about is when you’re dead, Crowley.”

  You aimed, and shot. His eyes widened momentarily and pure fear crossed his face before he fell to the floor, grunting in agony.

  There was still commotion downstairs but it didn’t seem as though any of your family had died. Prioritising your brothers, you rushed towards them and knelt down to them on the carpet.

  You pushed your fingers up under their necks and checked for a pulse.

  They were faint, but definitely present and you heaved a choked sob of relief. 

  Sam stirred then and glinted up at you before his eyes widened. He sat up abruptly, ignoring the throbbing headache he had and grasped your shirt tightly. “You need to leave! He’s rigged a bomb, the house will blow up.”   Staring at him incredulously, you said, “Sam, what? Crowley’s dead! I shot him! He’s gone! He can’t have placed a bomb before entering the house, we’ve all been here!”

  He shook his head and drew your foreheads together.

  “(Y/N), you need to leave. Jump out of your window and climb down the ivy and run as fast as you can, anywhere away from here.” He pushed you with all his might back into your room. He stood up and towered over your quivering form on the floor. “I love you, Dean loves you. We’ll see you again, just don’t forget us.” 

  He faced Dean and slapped him. Dean woke up sputtering. Once he’d calmed down, hee faced Sam and seeing the look in Sam’s eyes, he understood what needed to be done. Tilting his head slightly, he saw you looking on with horror and mouthed “I love you.”

  Then they were both up and reloading their guns before storming back down the stairs.

  You sat there for about five seconds before you determinedly went to follow them but arms wrapped around your waist. “Come on, sugar. Let’s get out of here”

  Gabriel tightened his hold on you and held a rag up to your nose. “Sh, sh. I know, sweetheart. I’m so sorry but this is the only way.”

 Panicking did nothing to help you, but your frantic breaths seemed to draw more chloroform into your lungs and you inevitably found yourself becoming more drowsy before everything went black.

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   Waking up, you noticed how your head was on Gabriel's shoulder. Then you noticed how the air smelt of smoke and you wrinkled your nose at it.

  Raising your head, you glanced around briefly before your eyes landed on a massive burning building in the distance. Flames danced in the distance and smoke swirled in the sky.

  You recognised it as your house and began screaming and thrashing in Gabriel’s arms.

  He tried to sooth you, but even he knew how vain that was. He swallowed his tears and became determined to hunt Crowley’s remaining gang until his dying days. He knew what he had to do.

  If that meant abandoning you on the streets as he did it, then so be it. In the Winchester name, Gabriel had a vengeance and pledged to protect you from afar for the remainder of his days.

  He kissed your cheek and tried to ignore the tears rapidly falling down your cheek. “It’s alright, sh, sh. Let it all out, (Y/N). There we go.”

  Bawling into his shoulder you continued to struggle until your exhausted limbs refused to move and then you were forced into a restless slumber. 

  Gabe continued to walk until he came across Harvelle’s Roadhouse, knowing exactly who ran it and what help they’d willingly give. 

  He knocked the door and wordlessly answered Ellen’s question by handing the last remaining Winchester into her arms.

  With one last kiss to your forehead, he turned and left.

  Ellen took you inside and settled you onto a bed.

 What neither of them noticed however, were the two men watching vigilantly from a distance and how one held a letter with a symbol engraved into it, one that would represent so much more in the future.

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Finishing with your numbers for now, you glanced up and around the bar to see Ellen and Jo gone. Bobby nowhere to be found either. You shrugged it off and went to get yourself a drink from behind the bar.

  Scanning the bar for it, you decided which one you wanted and was about to pour it but the bell chimed, signalling a new customer.

  Instantly, you went to approach the new customer and ask what they wanted, but felt physically ill when you saw it wasn’t just one. There were two…

  Your brothers.

  Sam and Dean.

 You stumbled back into the bar and gripped it tightly.

 They smirked at you.

 “Hello, sister.”

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[talesmaniac89]

Charity Heist 7 - aka. The Scaredy Cat Stratagem

A Supernatural Heist AU - Masterlist

Pairing: Hitter!Dean x Thief!Reader

Summary: The Singer & Winchester Retrieval Agency is the best group of con artists in the world. But even though Y/N can crack safes, scale buildings and infiltrate even the most secure locations, she still can't find a way to deal with her all consuming feelings for the group's greek god of a hitter; Dean Winchester. How will she handle their next big heist, when she's forced to get up close and personal with the man of her dreams?

Warnings: Idiots in love, smutty thoughts, a lot of swearing and a ton of bad jokes.

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A/N: This story is 50% jokes and 50% dirty thoughts. No deep angst, just fun and action! Inspired by the series Leverage.

Y/N = Your Name

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Where were you? Who were you? What the fuck were you?

Your brain was still so far in the fog it was a miracle that you managed to make it downstairs without a damn lighthouse leading the way. Though somehow Sam’s voice in your ear, relaying orders for your every step on the way, kept you focused. While Dean’s eyes burning into your back had spurred you forwards as your fight or flight instinct kicked in. Getting you down the stairs quickly, yet safely. As if you were fleeing from the dangerously attractive weapon’s specialist who was just two steps behind you the whole way down.

Wait… Scratch that ‘as if’. You were totally fleeing. And you were woman enough to admit it.

One second, you’d been opening the door in the office which housed the closet-that-shall-not-be named. If closets that weren’t IKEA made even had names. And the next you’d been downstairs, rubbing elbows with the rich and the wicked. Wanting to bathe in sanitizer to get the stench of their particular brand of evil off of you. 

Successfully running away from your problems once more. Though you had no memory of your latest escape.

Luckily your training had been literally beaten into you since childhood. The joys of going with the mafia as your not-exactly-chosen educational institution instead of, y’know, school. But, it had come in handy for once. As Alicia, was still the star of your one-man show, at least externally. If not, your whole cover would’ve been blown. Just like your damned mind had been.

Why the fuck had you done that? 

At some point, somewhere between the seam in the wall where the safe was and the flimsy safety of the closet, you’d lost your mind. First half of it – and then the other half had set out on a fucking movie trilogy journey to find the first. 

Probably one involving a ring, some tiny hobbits and a wise old wizard. The big, cinematic ending seeing your sense of danger and survival instinct getting thrown into the fucking magma instead of the fucking ring. 

Reckless. Brainless. Stupid…

As Bobby would say; you were an idjit.

Making your way across the crowded floor, you bit the inside of your cheek to not flinch as Dean’s warm palm once more found your bare back. The trained mercenary falling right back into his role just as quickly as you did. Slowly escorting you across the floor, as if you were leaving the party elegantly. Instead of fleeing it like the bat out of hell you were. You were, after all, professionals. Even if you didn’t exactly feel like one. 

That had been dangerous. 

Not to mention the fact that the mafia had been right on the other side of the damn closet door. 

Ok, so maybe your priorities were slightly skewed. You were pretty sure that the amount of firearms the mobsters were carrying would’ve killed you faster than Dean’s lips on yours. But, hell, the biggest danger in your mind still seemed to be your lethally sexy cover date for the evening. Not the big honcho mobster, nor his questionable design choices and gunpowder style of accessories. 

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Taking a shaky breath, you let the cool evening air shock you back into reality as soon as you made your way safely out of the den of thieves masquerading as a charity event. Allowing the fresh air, free of perfume, cigarette smoke and alcohol fumes, to sharpen your mind. 

Letting some of ‘Alicia’ fall to the wayside along with your plastered on plastic smile, you still had to keep your cover intact for a few more minutes. But, luckily, a little pout fit the arm candy character just as well when leaving a party. Alicia was, after all, a party girl hanging off of the arm of a man that daddy dearest totally wouldn’t approve of.

Shaking away the panic and reflection on the kiss that almost was. You instead refocused on the conversations that were actively playing out in your ear as you let Dean lead you out into the large driveway, over towards the waiting valet. Hell, you even managed to throw him a small, genuine smile as he shrugged off his suit jacket and placed it gently onto your shivering shoulders. Not one of Alicia’s smiles that had made your jaw ache and your cheeks hurt the whole evening.

“...That was way too close Sam! Who’s Bobby’s inside man? I’ll… I’ll ruin his damn credit score,” 

Charlie’s panicked voice and not-so-scary threats were enough to fully ground you and turn your small half smile into a full blown one as you relaxed the shoulders you hadn’t realized you’d been tensing. Next to you, the small chuckle disguised as a cough leaving Dean showed that your hacker’s frantic threat had removed some of the tension from his too. The flat palm against your bare back becoming softer, with calloused fingertips playing against your skin, as he led you the rest of the way over to the valet who already had your car at the ready. 

She was a sight for sore eyes. Though you did miss your bike, or even Dean’s Impala, it was always best to use less personal props for your heists. And hell, as you stepped towards the gleaming black Lexus waiting for you, you had to appreciate that she was a beaut. One already warmed up for your getaway, which made her even more beautiful in your eyes. 

Stepping towards the passenger side of the two seater, you allowed Alicia to slip back in place to throw the valet a small, flirty smile. Biting your lip to keep from laughing as the flustered kid rushed to open your door for you and let you sink into the luxurious seats of the car you’d borrowed for the heist.

Well… Permanently borrowed, would most likely be more correct. But hey, at least the former owner was a crook. So you wouldn’t be losing any sleep over it.

“Considering he’s an insider in one of the biggest, baddest mafia groups around, I don’t think he worries about his credit score Char,” You quipped back a few seconds too late. Jumping back into the conversation again for the first time since you left the boss’ office as soon as you slid into the shotgun seat of the luxury car. Watching out of the corner of your eye as Dean slid into the driver seat.

Keeping your eyes focused forward, you listened to the back and forth of the rest of your team to avoid the gaze Dean threw your way. The tension from earlier had returned with a vengeance now that it was just the two of you in the car. 

The older Winchester kept his eyes on you for a second, before just as quickly throwing the car into drive and getting you the hell out of dodge. Hot on the heels of the rest of your Scooby Gang who had made sure to trickle out shortly before you. With Charlie’s panic, and Sam’s calm matter-of-factness in your ear, you could almost forget you were alone with Dean in the car. 

Almost.

Luckily, or unluckily, depending on how you asked. Crowley decided to speak up to further ruin your mood and tear at your frazzled nerves. The cocky voice of your temporary team mate grinding on your already frayed sanity as he decided to take the downtime afforded by the getaway to further annoy you. As was, apparently, his true calling in life. 

“You’re lucky you had me there darling. If I hadn’t managed to get the boss back down to talk to Castiel, you might have lost that pretty little head of yours,” He drawled across the earpiece. Sounding like he expected some sort of participation medal for being able to rub elbows with the worst people you had the displeasure of ever meeting.

“First of all Crowley, don’t talk to me. Someone might think I actually tolerate you,” You gritted out. The last thing you needed, with your mind still halfway in the fog and your whole body on edge with nerves and adrenaline, was Crowley’s special brand of sass. His voice was 50% more grating than usual to your strained mind.

For a second you considered tearing out the earpiece and chucking it out the window of the speeding Lexus. Though the thought of Charlie’s heartbreak at losing one of her little toys stopped you from following through with the idea. Instead you settled on continuing your little attack on the devil you’d been forced to work with. To at least to get rid of some of the built up frustration from the close call and the closed closet. 

“Second of all, I know you might look down on me since I don’t have a doctorate in tea and crumpets from Hogwarts like you fucking do. But if I was taught one thing it was to think before I act. So if I break your nose as soon as I see you… Know that I have thought things through, thoroughly, and am more than confident in my decision,”

“Ouch, that hurts pet. You wound me,” The infuriating Scotsman chuckled. Sounding anything but hurt as you rolled your eyes at the window in lieu of the mobster himself. 

“Like you even have a heart to wound,” You spat back, just as Dean finally spoke up for the first time since his muttered curse at Sam back in the office.

“Shut up Crowley,” Dean’s voice was still rough and slightly breathless, but the hidden ‘or else’ behind the words, still managed to shut the big bad up for a little while. Which was honestly an impressive feat. Since Crowley never stopped talking. 

“What’s your ETA Dean?” Sam shot in, in a weak attempt at stopping Dean from promising actual bodily harm on someone who was technically on the payroll. At least until the heist was completed. Since you needed a guarantee he’d keep his mouth shut instead of turning turncoat the moment you paid up. 

“We’re one minute out. Do you think anyone noticed anything was off?” Dean’s voice was much more controlled when he answered his brother. Smoothly navigating the fast moving luxury car through the busy streets as he let his business-first mask fall fully back into place. Significantly decreasing the wordless pressure that had been resting like a heavy fucking blanket over the both of you since… Upstairs. 

“No, as Crowley said. We drew their attention. And no one noticed you coming back down. Cameras were doctored. So we should be in the clear,” Sam said, sounding confident in his cleanup job. Which meant you were just as, if not more, confident in your clean escape. 

The kid was a genius.

Didn’t mean you’d forgotten him calling you a kid though. You still predicted sippy cups and bibs in his near future. 

“Did you find the safe (Y/N)?” Sam continued. Dragging you back out of the early planning stage of how you were going to procure enough sippy cups without him noticing. 

“We’re good to go. Will brief you… Later,” You shot back. Hesitant to share anything that could be considered details when you had a possible enemy on the line with you. You trusted Crowley less than you trusted Chocolate Chip cookies to not be raisins in disguise. And you had no trust in those crumbly little bastards.

“So… Where to next?” Crowley shot back in when the line went silent as the rest caught on to the big mobster shaped elephant in the room. Choosing instead to watch as your car drove up to the designated meeting spot just as the big bad finished his question. Sounding like a clingy prom date that wanted to join an after party he clearly wasn’t invited to. 

“Us? Back to the bunker. You? I honestly couldn’t care less… Hopefully hell,” You grumbled as the car came to a stop and you reached for the door handle with one hand. Your other hand going up to turn off the earpiece to not deal with the annoying echo of hearing everything twice now that you were all face to face. However, before you could reach for either one, Crowley spoke up again. His cocky grin clearly visible through the car’s window. 

“Though I’ve heard it’s lovely this time of year, I think you still need me love,” Though you cut off your earpiece halfway through his sentence, you were still forced to hear every infuriating word as you slid out of the car and shot the man a glare when he let his eyes travel the length of your bare legs. 

“Only thing I need is for you to stop breathing…” You huffed as you tugged on the hem of your knee-length dress that still seemed too short around the constant Union Jack Flirt. Before taking two steps forward to stop Dean’s quick move around the car towards Crowley and you. The last thing you needed on a night as fucked up as this one, was for Dean’s ‘protect the family’ instinct to rear its ugly head again when you were still reeling from the almost kiss. 

Forget destroying you; it would pulverize you. 

“Like, right the fuck, now,” You added, for good measure, when the mobster only seemed amused by your annoyed words. His smile not falling even as you feinted a reach down for one of the throwing knives strapped to your thigh. 

Bobby would be furious if you killed a useful tool, which was what Crowley was; a tool. But… Maybe if you just wounded him? Just a little?

“Whoa, whoa… Remember. I’m one of the good guys tonight,” The villain cosplaying as a superhero in front of you said. His hands up in a gesture of mock surrender as he took a step back. Though you were 99% sure it was from whatever look Dean was giving him next to you, rather than your empty threat of making haggis shish kebab out of him.

“And when midnight comes around you’ll lose that glass slipper you call a heart and go right back to being bad again,” Dean jumped in, sounding more exasperated than angry as he reached for your hand and gently pulled it away from where you were seriously considering taking out one of your knives.

Just one little knife wouldn’t hurt Crowley all that much… No, that was a lie. You were an excellent marksman when it came to your throwing knives. It would hurt him, a lot, if you wanted it to. And you really, really did.

“Crowley… We’ll call you. The rest of you. Get the cars into the garage around the corner, we’ll drive back together in the van and get ready to debrief with Bobby,” Sam sighed, taking charge of the chaotic conversation like he always did. Which was probably why he was the one to be the lead on the field. The man not only had a stupid amount of law degrees, but he was also an expert at herding cats. At least when your rag tag group were the misbehaving felines he had to wrangle.

Giving the big guy an overexaggerated pout you dropped the handle of the throwing knife you’d been holding onto. And, at the same time, not-so-subtly, moved your hand away from Dean’s where it was searing hot against your skin. Keeping your eyes on Sam, you missed Dean’s hurt look, though you still felt his gaze on you. But you couldn’t risk looking into those forest green labyrinths that could easily make any girl get lost in them. You needed your mind to be clear. 

Bobby was a man who demanded details, and you couldn’t risk a certain Mr. Winchester short circuiting your brain before you’d shared everything you’d learned during your time in Mobster Land™ - The unhappiest place on earth. 

As with any father figure, Bobby’s disappointment was the scariest thing you knew. And you’d once hid out in an abandoned, supposedly haunted, amusement park for three full weeks with assassins hot on your heels.

“Yes sir, Mr. Boss Man, sir,” You groaned as you shuffled towards the van, or as close to a shuffle as you could get in six inch heels, and right into Charlie’s waiting arms. Stopping to let the redhead fuzz over every part of you and act like a worried soccer mom checking for scraped knees and bruises whilst talking a mile a minute. Leaving Dean, and the forest fire burning in his eyes behind as you wrapped yourself in your best friend’s frantic worry and focused on calming her fears.

Was it cowardly to use your best friend as a shield to hide from your crush? Hell yes. Did you care? Oh, hell no. You’d do it again in a heartbeat. 

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The drive back to the cold war bunker you called your home and headquarters was luckily not as awkward as you’d feared. 

Mainly because Dean always demanded to drive when all of you were in the car. And Sam had an iron hold on the shotgun seat. Which meant Char, Cas and you were all piled into the back. Lounging in the miniature version of Charlie and Sam’s office that the back of the van had been remodeled into shortly after you… Procured it on another job. 

The military grade surveilance van was your home away from home. One you had affectionately nicknamed The Mystery Machine. Though it was a little less 1960's era hippie, and a lot more sleek, black and un-noticeable than its namesake. A kitted-out, mobile HQ on wheels. For easy, on-the-go security breaches and data gathering. 

Need a new identity? We deliver! Fresh and untraceable to your door in 30 minutes, or it’s FREE! Well… Not really. Iron-clad identities were expensive.

And though you preferred your Kawasaki Ninja whenever you got to use her, bikes really did make for faster getaways after all, you didn’t mind the Scooby van. At least it was big enough to house your full little family. So it was infinitely better than the two seater Lexus, where it had only been Dean and you. 

After all, it was thanks to the van that you somehow made it back to your impenetrable batcave safely; without another burning look from Dean. And, as soon as the car came to a full stop in the underground garage, you nearly fell out of the van doors in a mad attempt to keep that streak going. With a poorly thought out plan to run away from one of the best trackers and killers the world knew - in six inch heels. 

Still, your experience of running in heels had been put to good use, for the most part. You’d left the rest of your team standing; confused in the dust of your cowardice and shredded pride. But Dean had of course hurried after you. Probably wanting to throw out some weak excuse about adrenaline to not ruin the team’s chemistry. And you really didn’t want to hear it. 

He’d nearly caught up to you just as you reached your room in the bunker. Leaving you just enough time to make a mumbled excuse about changing out of your undercover gear and into something less… ‘Torture but make it fashion’-esque. Before awkwardly shutting the door in Dean’s face just as he parted those full lips that you’d been so damned close to kissing. 

You knew you couldn’t read too much into the adrenaline fuelled moment you’d shared in the closet. Fear did strange things to those of you who lived on the edge of the law. It was like a drug. One you both craved and needed to avoid. 

So, you’d done the big girl thing; you’d put your whole damn weight on the door like Dean was suddenly a B-grade horror movie villain ready to burst into your room any second. But, instead of demanding to continue the conversation, Dean had just stood quietly outside your door for a few minutes. Before you heard the unmistakable sound of his Oxfords walking down the hallway, back to his own room.

And, like the totally rational adult you were… You’d been left unsure if you were happy he’d given up, or heartbroken that he hadn’t tried harder.

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Though you wanted to let cooler heads prevail and hide out in your bedroom, like the goddamn coward you were, you couldn’t. You still hadn’t clocked out for the night and Bobby would have your head if you didn’t show up to the debriefing. So, you quickly found yourself back around the table with the rest of your ragtag Robin Hood crew. Sulking into a beer bottle you couldn’t even make yourself touch. 

Past tearing the label into shreds that was...

Dressed in your favorite t-shirt and lounge shorts combo you did feel a little more at ease, but you could still feel Dean’s eyes on you. Which made you shift uncomfortably in your seat as your eyes focused on literally anything but the criminally hot weapon’s specialist.

He’d changed too. The suit was replaced with a pair of gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips and another one of his unlimited supply of slightly fitted band t-shirts that was riding up just enough to show a flash of his toned stomach every time he reached for his beer.

Which made it doubly hard to focus on the party debrief going on around the table as the group filled Bobby in over the speaker. First, because of the burning look that silently demanded for you to actually speak to him. And second, because gray sweatpants should be fucking outlawed. Because damn it. 

It was a goddamn Catch 22. 

You couldn’t look up without meeting those burning green eyes, and you couldn’t look down without being caught in a ‘my eyes are up here ma’am’-situation. And after feeling Dean’s obvious arousal as you rolled your hips against him in the closet, you knew the man would make those sweatpants work for him. The feeling of him against you had been… Mouthwatering, for the lack of a better word.

Aaaaand, there you went again. Back into the fucking closet. Damn it.

Keeping your eyes squarely on the speaker playing the part of Bobby, you tried to follow along as Cas shared the juicy pieces of information he’d managed to fool one of the higher ups in the whole charity scam to share with him. As always, Castiel had created miracles with that silver tongue of his. Easily cracking even the hardest nut. 

“So he basically told you everything huh? Including the whole account scam? How did you even manage to do that?” Charlie seemed starstruck as she looked at the grifter wide-eyed. Listening, enraptured, as the usually quiet, stoic man basically gave you everything you needed to move on with your plans, except for the account numbers. That was Charlie and Sam’s job.

“It’s easy,” Castiel shrugged. Though, of course it was, for the still quite mysterious man, who could get anyone to confess to sins as easily as you could scale a wall. Which was also damned easy. For you. So you couldn’t help but lift a doubting eyebrow as you waited for Castiel’s explanation of how easy it really was.

“Just a sympathetic nod in the right places, words that hint to me knowing more than I should… And of course reading the signs. He had a slight scruff and the designer suit he wore was a little crumpled. Clearly he’d been working double time. And, by the way his eyes followed the main boss around the room, he seemed displeased that he wasn’t receiving the praise he should be getting,” Castiel added when his initial statement was only met with raised eyebrows and wry chuckles from the rest of your group of master con-men.

“Yeah… Easy, right,” Charlie nodded. Her voice had a slightly higher pitch as she returned her attention to the papers in front of her. Suddenly seeming very interested in the blueprints as she mumbled something inaudible under her breath. Though it didn’t take a rocket scientist to guess what she was grumbling about; considering her own problems with the art of small talk.

“Next, you said we have the safe location locked down (Y/N)?” The smile on your lips quickly fell away as Sam turned to you. Kicking off your breakdown of your role in the job with the top item on your list, and the most important task you’d had during the party. The safe. 

That fucking safe was the reason for all your problems.

“Yes, it’s where I thought it would be. The back wall of the big boss’ upstairs office. Easy to miss too, a seam at the bottom of the wall is the only indication it’s even there,” The professional thief in you easily took over as you jumped into an in-depth explanation of the office’s layout. Since you had missed your chance to put up any hidden cameras once Sam warned you about the mobsters moving up the stairs.

“But… Unfortunately, since we had to make a quick escape, I couldn’t get actual eyes on make and model,” You sighed, feeling like a failure after Castiel had gone above and beyond. Technically, you’d completed your job for the night, but you still felt like you’d worked on a group project with the smartest kids in class and the only thing you had to show for it was a shitty cover page - drawn in crayon and totally coloured outside the lines.

“Not your fault kid, it’s all on me. Our insider’s on his way to a shiny new prison cell as we speak. You don’t backstab me or my family…” Bobby’s slightly rough around the edges form of comfort still made you feel a little less shitty on the gap in your own information. Even if it didn’t make up for the fact that you should at least have gotten actual eyes on the safe.

“Will not knowing the make and model be a problem for you on go-day?” He continued as you smiled at the speaker, knowing full well the big boss couldn’t see you… Probably.

“No way. I’ve yet to meet a safe I can’t crack. Just means my time estimate for the actual job will be wider. Could be a minute, could be thirty,” You said with a small shrug. And it was true. You’d gotten into harder places than a mobster boss’ safe. 

Plus, considering his decor choices, you were sure his safe would be childsplay. His prohibition era design decisions meant that there was at least a little bit less of a chance that it was a bio-locked safe. Though you’d prepare for the worst either way. Just because he decorated like a stereotypical goon didn’t mean he wouldn’t have the smarts to protect his assets. After all, he was at the top of a very large organization. Which wasn’t something you got with just beauty, and no brains. 

“That’s our girl,” Bobby shot back, making your sunken shoulders straighten a little again as you grinned shyly at the speaker. Praise from Bobby was hard to come by, so it only took a few words from the big guy to make you feel on top of the world again. 

Reinvigorated, you pulled the tablet on the table to you and continued your debriefing as you marked the escape and entrance routes you’d found in the house on the digital map shared with Bobby in whatever strange location he was holed up in. While the others filled in any additional details for you to add onto the map.

Your plan was coming together. 

You knew their weaknesses. You had their identities and information. And you knew, with 100% certainty, that you would be able to break into that damned safe. Now you only needed Sam and Charlie, your super hacking team, to get those account codes, build the plan and layout and find the backdoors into their servers. 

And, as Bobby jumped in with the info he had gathered for the turnabout angle on his own little solo mission, you knew you’d be ready to take them on from both sides at one time. 

These bastards were going down. But first…

Dean’s eyes were once more laser focused on you, now that the next steps were nailed down. You could nearly feel the shift as the mercenary was once more replaced with the man who still seemed hell bent on breaking your fragile little thieving heart with a conversation you really didn’t want to have. So, first you needed to do what you did best...

You needed to run the fuck away. And hide in your room like the coward you were. 

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