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Winchester Girl Chapter 5

Previously on Winchester Girl

“We love you guys..” You call faintly to them both.

Sam stops and smiles back towards you as he closes the door and you allow a huge long awaited breath to escape you. At that moment, you made a decision. You figured at the time, it was what was best for everyone.

“Well, Finley…I guess we should start packing as well…”

New York, present day.

You hear Dean's alarm buzzing on the side table next to him and roll over. He seems to be snoozing peacefully through it; you try to flatten the thin pillows over your head. Finally, it gives up and you settle back into your spot and doze back off to sleep. Only to be awoken 9 mins later by the buzzing again.

"God damnit!" You curse under your breath.

You roll over again and crawl over on top of Dean, angrily hitting the dismiss button on the screen and he finally begins to stir. His hand comes up from behind you gazing across your ass and up to your waist. You try to pry yourself from his grip but he moves with you as you lay face to face on your sides.

"Look if you wanted some more action, all you had to do was say so…" He grumbles in a low voice.

“Oh, get bent!” you tell him with a smirk as you feel him release you, and you flip back over facing away from him.

You feel the redness crawling up on your face and bury it deep within your thin, all-but-useless pillows. You breathe in the cheap laundry detergent smell and try desperately to suppress the thoughts racing through your head…

Regardless, you know he only had a few short hours of sleep and you allow some time to pass for him to settle back to sleep before you carefully remove yourself and walk to the bathroom. After washing your hands and peering in the mirror seeing the disheveled hair due you have; slicking it back with a hair tie, you quietly make your way back out to the main room where you assume you'll hear Dean snoring. You carefully tuck yourself back into bed, hopeful for a few more undisturbed hours of rest. You grab your phone and peer at the screen making sure you have no missed calls or text messages from Sam. You set it back down quietly on your night stand and pull the covers up, feeling Dean move beside you.

You freeze trying not to disturb him and feel his arm creep up under the covers again. This time though they don't fondle you, they just pull you closer towards him. You suck in quick shallow breath as you try to register whether or not he's awake behind you, or still in a sleep ridden daze.

"..Dean?" You ask in a whisper.

"Hmmm.." He hums, locking his arms around you tighter.

"..Are you.."

"Hard?, Yeah sorry…you uhh, wanna lend a hand with that?" He says through his groggy morning voice.

You scoff and push yourself away from him but he locks his arm down around you tighter.

"I'm just kidding, Y/N, God!" He says less groggy now. "Even if I were, I have a little more self control than that. I mean come on, I lived with you, for what… like a year and half…"

His voice trails off as you freeze yet again taking in his words while trying to free yourself from him.

Disregarding all the alarms in your head, and all the times you sat and suffered through fighting back every urge inside you to be this close to him; you allow the wall you've built up inside you for some time, to come tumbling down.

Cautiously, you roll over and face him; his eyes remain shut as you stare up at his face. The stubble that's beginning to grow in along his jaw and mouth. His perky little pink lips pursed as he breathes comfortably laying in bed next to you. His hair barely ruffled from sleeping on it wet all night. You have to resist the urge to reach up and trace your hand up along his pronounced jaw line and rest your fingers between his plump little pink lips.

"Dean!" You say again in a louder whisper this time.

His amazing green eyes pop open seeing you; and he smiles, before allowing his eyes to flutter back shut and pull you even closer towards him.

You press your face against his huge strong chest and take a deep breath in smelling him. His scent fills your lungs and you exhale slowly before taking another deep breath allowing his warm earthy aroma to fill you again.

(How the fuck do you smell so good?) You think to yourself.

You feel him move a bit and twist over onto his back beside you. It takes everything in you not to pull him back and keep him there longer.

Dean reaches his arms out in a stretch and rubs at his eyes for a moment with a long yawn. You inch back away from him and lay against your pillows watching him through squinted eyes. He finally sits up and looks over to you for a moment before patting your side through the blankets. He then tosses the covers from his huge strong body with a faint grunt and gets up heading towards the bathroom. You wait to hear the ‘click; of the door latch and grab his pillow from his spot burying your face deep within it, breathing in his sweet scent yet again.

You grunt a bit into the pillow with a final breath before tossing it aside, you roll over in your spot and sit on the edge of the bed grabbing your phone and seeing its 6:19am. You open it up and check they’re still no messages from Sam, and assume he and Finn may still be asleep…seeing as he probably did not put Finn to bed at 8 like you asked…

Dean walks out from the bathroom, fully dressed and you turn towards him with a seductive smile. You lean back on the bed eyeing him, watching the smirk creep up across his face.

“Come on, momma. Get dressed, we gotta hit the road..” He says in his low ‘Dean’ tone.

You groan dramatically, face planting against the bed and lay there for a moment longer before finally getting up and heading to get dressed in the bathroom.

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"Man, I can't wait to sleep in my own bed.." you say aloud to no one in particular.

Dean stares ahead at the road.

"I bet.." He replies coldly.

He pulls into a rustic country looking gas station and you follow after him. He heads towards the piping hot roasting oven filled with breakfast sandwiches. You grab two extra large sized coffee cups and fill them to the brim, before making your way to the counter. He hands his stolen card over across the counter to the lady behind the register, and you bite back your lip spying the many brands of cigarettes behind her. You grab the meal Dean paid for and follow him out still dying for a cigarette.

"Dean, I'm gonna hit the ladies room before we go…I'll be right out."

Dean nods heading out towards 'baby' and you duck back into the store and up to the counter again. The lady eyes you suspiciously and you quickly set your gas station breakfast on the counter and pull out your card.

"One pack of red L&M regulars…" you ask through a shameful smile.

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Back outside you spot Dean sitting in the driver's seat enjoying the last bites of his breakfast sandwich as you slide in next to him. He shoves the key in the ignition and begins back towards the road. The only noise filling the air is your sandwich's foil wrapper, crinkling as you unfold it. Dean stares ahead towards the road and sips his coffee, you reach over after a few long awkwardly silent minutes and turn the music up. 'Behind blue eyes' begins to sound over the speakers filling the uncomfortable quietness, and you sit back enjoying your sandwich a bit easier.

'But my dreams, they aren't as empty

As my conscience seems to be…'

You take a sip of the piping hot day old coffee to wash down the sandwich.

'No one knows what it's like

To feel these feelings

Like I do

And I blame you…'

After finishing up your sandwich and feeling not so great about what you just put into your body, you pull out your phone and decide to text Sam to let him know you’re headed home and should be there sometime tonight. The little notification icon at the top of the screen pings and you open and read a text message from your neighbor, Ann.

You’ve known Ann for a while, a married mom of three who was very good at overstaying her welcome, but you allowed it, seeing as she was always lending a hand when you needed it, with Finn. She was nice enough company and even on occasion you had enjoyed drinks with her beside her pool while Finn played with her kids; two daughters that were close to him in age, and an older boy who clearly was a spitting image of his father.

'Who's the house guest?'

You smile to yourself a bit and realize soon enough you'll be the talk of the town with Sam staying and watching Finn…

'Old family friend…Had some other family stuff come up, I’ll be home tonight.'

(A believable lie, though you hope she doesn't dig too deeply into it…)

Your phone dings again, almost immediately after sending the message.

'Oh, no! Is everything okay?

…Damn, so no new bf gossip I can get from you then..?'

You roll your eyes, playing off what you can.

'Nope, we’re fine now… and sorry, nothing like that lol'

(New boyfriend gossip, no. Old boyfriend gossip, well that's another story.)

'What a shame, I was hoping to hear all about his cute little biteable ass..👅'

You peer down at your phone screen smirking to yourself when you hear Dean's deep voice boom from beside you.

"Ah shit!"

You close the phone, completely forgetting to text Sam, and look over to Dean.

"...I think I missed our exit back there. Can you grab the map in the back and see if we can take this next…"

Dean's voice trails off as you reach in the back searching through cassette tapes, napkins, receipts, bags of who knows what, and a few half empty water bottles for the road maps. You open one up and spread it across the seat for him to look at while typing in your address to pull up the Google maps info.

The automated voice on your phone begins barking directions and Dean glares at you.

"Look, you know I don't know how to read those damn things… this will tell you the best route even when you take a wrong turn…"

"I don't need that garbage. Turn it off!" He huffs angry.

You turn the volume all the way down and peer at the illuminated screen showing you to make a U turn in the middle of the highway.

(Well that's not gonna happen…)

"You can text your boyfriend later, could you please tell me what exit I can take?"

You peer down at the paper map between you and Dean with complete and utter dismay.

"Dean, I don't even know where we are here!"

"Goddamn it, just give me it…"

Dean snatches the map, wrinkling it a bit and after trying to focus on the road and the map, tosses it in the back again before taking the next exit. He whips the car into the nearest parking lot and parks it before grabbing the map again and figuring out where to go.

"Thanks for the help, co-pilot." He says in a gruff tone.

"Sorry! I didn't grow up reading these things like you and Sam did, I have no idea what I'm looking for!" You tell him defensively.

"It's a damn map, Y/N. Pretty self explanatory.."

“Yeah, and so are feelings and attitudes, yet here we are!” You yell a bit harsher than you intended.

Dean scoffs, staring intently at the map.

“...And that's supposed to mean what, exactly?...”

“What the hell is your problem, Dean? You were fine like two hours ago, now all of a sudden you've got some sort of vendetta out for me? What the hell did I do?!” You ask shrilly.

He stares at you through glaring eyes. You patiently await his answer…with no luck.

“Just forget it…I don’t care..” You tell him agitatedly, opening the door and plucking the new pack of cigarettes from your purse.

You slam the door behind you and lean heavily against the car, packing the new pack of cigarettes against your palm before plucking one and slipping it hastily between your lips. You fish around in your purse looking for a lighter and hear the driver's door open and slam shut again.

“What the hell, Y/N! You promised you were done with that shit!” Dean calls walking around the hood of the impala.

“I’ve made a lot of promises in my life, Dean!…” You yell back through your gritted teeth.

“Yeah, well in this family, we don’t break promises!” He yells at you.

“Oh, don’t start getting all high and mighty up there on me. You know just as well as I do the countless promises you’ve broken!” You light your cigarette and blow the thick cloud of smoke into his direction as he grimaces and stares daggers back towards you.

“Not like you’re making it very easy to quit, either!” You say through a long drag. “...Typical Dean just shutting everyone out and off!”

You take another long puff as Dean's cold look breaks for a moment. He plucks the cigarette from your lips and flicks it off into the distance.

“What the hell Dean!” You cry, staring shocked at him.

“Don’t start with that crap, Y/N, God..” He screams, turning away for a moment with his hands firmly on his hips.

“You think this is easy for me…think I like showing up at your doorstep, forced to watch you and Sam have your sweet little romantic moments with each other?!”

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” You yell glaring up towards him.

“Oh please!” he says, still loudly, but gentler now. “You and I both know you still love him! And you’re not stupid, you know he still loves you!” He spits angrily towards you.

“I never said I stopped loving him, Dean! But Jesus Christ, I never stopped loving you either!”

You bite back your lip and swallow hard when you realize what you’ve said. Dean scoffs dramatically and turns back away from you, kicking at the ground as he does.

“Don’t humor me Y/N…”

“Fuck you Dean! …You think I meant that to let that slip out!?” You shake a bit with anger, yelling towards his back. "I’m not even the same person Sam fell in love with all those years ago! Hell, neither is he, but I still love you both, regardless of all the time apart!”

Dean slowly turns back a bit, crossing his arms disapprovingly, eyeing you through squints.

“...Since when?” He asks loudly but not in a yell.

“Since…I don’t know, forever!”

“...And you just never thought to ever mention anything of that?” He asks, still staring intently through his squinted disapproving look.

“To tell you what, Dean? Huh? That I loved you, just as much as your brother?!” Your voice begins to grow hoarse from yelling so much.

You throw your purse to the ground and inch closer towards him, screaming up at his pouting face.

“...Tell you about the countless nights I laid wrapped in Sam’s arms, I'd often secretly wish they were yours! Or that when he'd roll me over in the middle of the night, more times than not I was hoping it was your face I'd see, and not Sam’s?! Hell, I didn’t even think you looked at me that way till the day you met me in the shower!”

“Then why the hell did you leave?!” He booms from above you.

“Leave?!” You scream up towards him. “You really think I wanted to go home and watch as it took her three months to slowly die beside me?”

“No, not back then, …with Finn!” He booms with an apologetic look on his face.

“...Because even then, I figured it was just a weak moment of lust, and not that you actually had feelings for me!” You tell him breathless, your throat strained from yelling so much.

“What do you want me to say here, Dean?” You ask, dropping your hands by your thighs. “That I love you? That I’ve always loved you? That I’m sorry I couldn’t read your mind, and tell you sooner?” Your voice cracking a bit as you speak.

Dean's eyes glimmer a bit as he peers down to you and brushes your hair behind your ear. You swallow hard, your heart thumping in your chest and your eyes growing blurry with the tears building in them.

You sniffle and swat his hand away. “Don’t touch me!” You say angrily.

“Why?” He asks loudly, backing you against the car.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You say shoving him away.

He stands staring at you, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

“Alright!” he yells, “I'm not!”

You smack him in the chest before pushing him away a few more times unsuccessfully.

“Asshole!” You scream. “Fuck you!”

You smack him one more time before gripping onto his shirt and pulling him down towards yours.

He engulfs your mouth in his and you pant against him as he backs you carefully against the car again.

You wrap your arms around his neck and eagerly suck at his tongue dancing around your mouth. His hands slide up along your hips beneath your thin leather jacket and you pull him towards you more. He leans heavily against you, pinning you between his huge muscular safe body and the car. You moan against him while he digs his huge weathered fingertips into your waist. You grip a fist of his hair and pull his head back, watching him lick his lips through lust filled eyes as he peers back down at you.

“Please, don’t make me stop..” He grunts in a low whisper.

“...I’m not..I just…” You release your hand from his hair and eagerly await his mouth on yours again with a heavy moan. “...Still fuck you!” You whine in a moan against him.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck me, …I’m an asshole I know…” He says seductively trailing hot wet kisses down your neck.

You groan pushing him away a bit again, and he slams his hand against the side of the impala.

“Fuck you!” You say, holding yourself up against him.

“Yeah..I really wish you would..” he says through a devilish smile.

“Shut, uppp!” You giggle through a sniffle.

His huge hand reaches up and caresses the faint tear streak from your cheek, he presses his big soft lips against yours a final time, then presses his forehead to yours for a moment.

“Think we got time for a quickie?” He says coyly tapping the back window of the Impala.

You laugh wholeheartedly with your eyes closed, as you lean against him.

“Mmm, sorry, you missed your chance this morning..” You tell him through a grin.

“This morning?...” he asks, raising a brow, “Wake and lay, atta girl ..I’ll have to remember that..” He says pulling gently at the waist of your jeans. You caress your hand down the side of his face, feeling the slight bit of stubble growing in along his jaw and gently graze your thumb across his bottom lip.

“So…You’re really gonna get me all worked up and leave me hanging?” He asks with a smirk.

“Shuut, upp!” You say again pushing him away playfully with a loud giggle.

“Alright…alright!... Rain check?…” he says backing up and opening your door for you.

You slide in and grab your purse from the ground before peering back up towards him.

“Rain check..” You tell him through a flirtatious smile.

You reach for the door and he grunts a bit, stopping you.

“..Just uh,...give me a sec..” he says adjusting his jeans.

You cackle loudly as he swings the door closed and carefully walks around the front of ‘baby’, still adjusting the front of his jeans. He carefully leans in towards the driver's seat, and shoves the key in the ignition, the loud rumble of the car beginning to fill the air.

“Bratt..” He mumbles as he shifts the car into drive.

You let another loud cackle spill from your lips and playfully smack him in the chest as he turns around to back out of the parking spot.

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Back on the road, in the right direction this time; Dean picks back up on the conversation from earlier.

“So, what are we gonna tell Sammy?...”

He asks, peering over at you with a suspicious look.

“About what?” You reply quietly, knowing all too well exactly what he's referring to.

“..You know..us?” He says looking back from you to the road.

You whip your head around towards him and allow a heavy exhale to leave your mouth.

“And what exactly would you call ‘us’, Dean?”

He meets your eye for a second with a bewildered brow raise, before looking back towards the road, unsure of what to say.

“Exactly.” you tell him, turning back to face the road beside him.

“There was never any ‘us’ with Sam, there's no ‘us’ between you and I..”

“Hey! Come on! That's not true!” He says defensively.

“Dean, come on, who are we kidding?... You have your lives, I have mine, and frankly I don’t see the two of them merging anytime soon, do you?” You ask frankly, in a level tone.

Dean sighs and digs his thumb nail into the steering wheel.

“I’m just saying..” You add trying to lighten the blow.

“No I see what you’re saying..” he huffs through a sigh. “You know, I really actually do care about you Y/N…” He says softer this time meeting your look. “...I always have…”

“...I know.. But… enough to quit hunting?” You ask faintly, reaching over and grabbing his hand. “Don’t answer that…”

You tell him, peering out your side window with a heavy sigh, avoiding the knowing look Dean probably has for you right now.

(I already know the answer.)

You knew how it sounded, and you knew from his silence he also knew you were right. Dean and Sam dedicated themselves to hunting, you dedicated yourself to taking care of Finn. There was no way the two would ever merge together, especially seeing as Finn didn't have any idea about any of it. Hunting monsters; things that most people had no idea were really out there. It was the huge responsibility that both the brothers decided to take on; that you also had considered doing alongside them. But, a lot had changed since then, and you realized no matter how much you wanted to be next to them in line of battle, up against creatures of nightmares; Finn needed a parent who could provide a safe stable home for him. He was your choice, just as hunting was Sam and Dean’s…

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The bunker, 7 years earlier.

You sit on the couch watching Steve Harvey, a guilty pleasure of yours, eating cereal in one of Sam's oversized tee shirts. You hear the bunker's door screech open from above; Sam and Dean returning from a quick supply run, and Sam greets you with a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

“Hey, babe!” You call through a mouthful of frosted flakes.

“Ah, Steeve! I’ll be right in…” He trails off heading back towards the door.

You look back to the tv screen watching Steve address the live crowd and his ridiculous dating advice he's giving someone; when your phone rings.

You place your bowl on the coffee table and reach for the vibrating phone, reading your nana's name across the screen.

“Hey nannie!” You say joyfully still swallowing the mouthful of cereal down.

The voice on the other end of the line isn't nana, and you sit still in fear as you listen to the words your mom speaks to you over the line.

“...Nana’s.. she's had a stroke. The Doctors are asking everyone to come say their final goodbyes…”

Your heart drops into your stomach as you sit and stare blankly at Steve cracking jokes on the screen.

It takes you a while to process what you've just heard, even after hanging up the phone and sitting uncomfortably perched on the end of the couch. Nana; the lady that raised you in your careless mothers absence, the lady who taught you almost everything you knew, cooking, sewing, manners; all of it. You recall not having seen her for almost a year, as you were staying with Sam but you kept in touch almost daily over the phone. The lump welling up in your throat as you sat thinking about the way she used to hold your hand between the two of hers and tell you,

“You are my light in this dark, scary world Y/N…”

Where was her light now, when she needed you, in her dark scary time?

You wipe back your tears as Sam jumps over the back of the couch beside you pulling you towards him as you stare up at him with the wetness glistening in your eyes.

“Y/N, what's wrong?!” He asks, concerned.

“I gotta go home..” You whine through your squeaky sob filled voice.

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moonlight-rider25 · 10 months

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By the River

Word count: 5411 Warnings: RatedXish, smut, angst, Uhtred Smut,

Previously chapter from Eadith’s lady... ...“I watched you slip into his tent last night…” she tells you with a look of drunken disapproval on her face.

You bite back your bottom lip unsure of what to say next. She sighs and casts her look back out towards the group, you peel back the tent, flap a smidge and peer out with her. Uhtred looks back towards the tent and smiles meeting your eye. Eadith, clearly seeing the interaction, no thanks to Uhtred, cranes her head towards you and allows the tent flap to shut.

“Alright you little Sinner… story time…”

You sit on the ground propped up by a bunched up group of furs behind your head, while Eadith sits cross legged, bunching and un-bunching her skirts.

“That's it, that's all there is to say..” You tell her, the ale bottle staggering to and from between your hands.

You decide there is no better time than now to let it all out, all the times you and Uhtred have spent in secret…though you weren't lying when you said you didn’t know what to make of it. It's not as though you had a definite word to tell Eadith as to what you and Uhtred were. There was never any talk of the future and as you explained the situations to her you also began to wonder what it was exactly you and Uhtred were.

The words and stories still coursing through your mind, you sit up and face her.

“What…what do I do, Eadith?” you ask her plainly.

She stares blankly across from herself still fiddling with her skirts as her face makes little expressions.

“...I don’t know..” she says finally. “...But no more secret keeping!” she says with a giggle.

You join her in laughter and turn back on your stomach after slumping back down towards the furs.

Suddenly, the tent flap opens and Sihtric and Finans' faces appear; unpleasant looks painted across their faces.

“Aye, where's the bloody ale!” Finan asks.

You struggle to get up, as does Eadith before you're both face to face with them. Behind Sihtric’s tall shoulder, you spy Uhtred and Osferths close in toe.

“Where's the ale!?” Osferths asks with a smirk.

Eadith and yourself push through the men and prance back out towards the fire with a new bottle of ale ready to fill the men's cups (as you had finished off the prior one). You sit yourself back in your spot between Uhtred and Eadith, this time not avoiding to keep space between yourself and Uhtred. You watch him place himself cautiously on the ground next you and bat your eyes a bit in his direction. He plucks his cup up off the ground and you pour him a new full cup, your hands brushing against each other for a moment and you smile staring down towards his cup. Once full, you retract the bottle and glance up towards his shimmering blue orbs that are staring madly back at you. Your smile widens and you hand the bottle to Eadith who runs around the circle filling the men's cups.

Whilst busy exchanging dangerous glances with Uhtred, you suddenly hear Eadiths wild giggle uproar over the group, and turn towards her. Finan abruptly pulls her down into his lap as she squeals out in excitement trying to avoid his arms. You watch as the two bicker playfully for a moment before she settles into a spot next to him. Eadith casts you a look, that you know all too well. You shoot her back a warning look before turning away and allowing her to enjoy the ale ridden moment she finally has with her one and only; Finan. She smiles towards you as you smile back and watch slightly sickened, at the two who are flirting with each other all too plainly.

Finan passes the bottle to Sihtric and he pours himself a full cup. You spy Osferths face falling as she watches Finan and Eadith act like idiototic love birds before the rest of the group. You swallow hard understanding the poor baby monk's heart is inevitably breaking before the group.

You look over to Uhtred who's leaning back comfortably against his palms eyeing you devilishly; and cast him a flirtatious eye roll.

You extend your arm out to Osferth, which he ignores before bringing his cup to his mouth and downing the cup. He looks apologetically towards you then places his cup at his feet and stands.

" I think it's time I retire for the night," he tells you with a stoic look. "See you all in the morning.." He says faintly while trailing off towards his empty tent. You turn your head back towards the fire where Sihtric and Uhtred meet you with understanding eyes.

Eadith and Finan are still deep in secret conversations with each other, snuggled up beside the fire and you look down away from them before something sparks your attention.

We're all sitting here while they’re being…Eadith and Finan… your mind racing in a million directions.

If we can so easily dismiss our attention from them…surely noone would think anything of Uhtred and… your thought is cut off by Eadiths shriek. She rocks back in Finans arms and you cast your gaze away from the two, yet again. This time you spy Sihtric who has clearly had enough for the display of affection.

"Those two are far too involved with each other…" Sihtric says before finishing his cup of ale.

"Y/N…care to join me in my empty tent?.."

"Sweet dreams Sihtric!" You call to him, cheerfully with a giggle.

Uhtred laughs quietly to himself as you wave Sihtric goodbye. Sihtric scoffs and makes his way towards his and Finans' tent; leaving you and Uhtred alone beside Finan and Eadith, who are far too busy with one another.

The darkness of night guards their privacy far too much as you look away from their faces across the fire. You stare down at the red orange flame dancing upon the logs and after a long moment look up towards Uhtred beside you.

"Think they'll notice?…"

"Nope…" He answers before you can get the words completely out.

It would be far too easy to blame the ale for two mishappenings of the gang tonight, and you're sure you'll be busy, repairing Eadiths reputation and courage in the morning. You look to Uhtred then back down towards the fire again without a word. Unsure that Osferth or Sihtric could be spying from their tents.

"Well…that's quite enough excitement for one night." You say plainly, planting your hands on your knees.

"Goodnight, my Lord." You say quietly before raising to your knees to stand. Uhtred eyes you daringly as you rise from your spot.

"Sweet dreams…Uhtred…" you utter softly under your breath watching his eyes grow with want.

Eadith and Finan watch as you move from the fire and make your way towards yours and Eadiths tent. Uhtred's eyes follow for a brief moment before staring blankly back towards the fire for a few moments. Finan and Eadith focused back on each other, as you hear another shrill giggle escape Eadith before dipping into the flap of your tent. You curl yourself down into your bed on the forest floor snuggling deep into your pile of furs. Just before you roll over, you peer out to see Uhtred's head full of hair, bop back towards his own tent before drifting off to sleep under your furs.

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The shuffling of Eadiths unsteady footsteps awaken you and you roll in your spot watching as she peels the furs from her spot then place them messing on top of herself.

"Well, well, well…" you mumble in a groggy hushed voice.

"Shhhh…, go to sleep Y/N…" She utters in a mumble. "You're not the only one who can keep secrets…" She says with a giggle before tossing herself down into the pile of furs.

You smile to yourself before snuggling back up under your own pile of furs, trying desperately to find a small part that smells of Uhtred for you to drift off to sleep in…

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Within a few hours the relentless sun is shining on your eyes through the faint slit in the tent. You roll over and hear Eadith snoring soundly while trying to fall back to sleep. You toss and turn in place trying to lull yourself back to sleep, with no use. Finally, you lay on your back staring up at the blank tent above you and sigh heavily. Eadith, snoring loudly adjacent to you in her furs; you roll again towards the small slit in the tent and stare out at the dim sunlight. The birds chirp in the distance and hear the horses; tethered to their trees in the distance begin to whinny. You rub your eyes and sit up looking over your shoulder at Eadith yet again; still sound asleep. You take a quiet inhale in and look around the tent for your belongings before throwing them under your arm and making your way out of the tent into the dim sunlight.

Pacing slowly, you follow the hushed sounds of the water through the morning birds calls. You spy an ale cup on the ground by the fire that died through the night and grab it to go along with you. Through the trees you creep slowly trying to trace the sounds of the water rushing downstream you assume. The further you pace the louder the sound of rushing water gets, till you're out of sight from the tents.

Good, at least it's a bit private you think to yourself as you walk further from the campsite. Soon, the morning bird’s calls are being washed out by the sound of running water and you press further into the woods before finally spying the fresh spring; flowing fast just a few yards from where you stand. You creep towards the water in the dim light, careful as to where you step and extend your hand towards the water's edge with the stray ale cup in hand. You reach the shore line and begin to rinse the cup before filling it and bringing it to your lips before you hear a voice.

“Y/N!”

You drop the cup and your belongings, creeping back on all fours away from the edge while peering around through the dim sunlight. Your head casts from side to side trying to locate where the voice came from but soon a faint splash against the dark water gathers your attention.

You hear him chuckle in his deep voice and sit perched on the side of the water clasping your chest still frightened.

“Y/N!” he says again, still laughing.

You take a deep breath in, watching his shadowed figure approach the water line as you sit still grasping your chest.

“What are you doing!” you ask in a hushed voice, your breath slowly steadying.

“Same thing you appear to be doing..” he says with a chuckle still in his voice.

You look towards him, his long hair slicked back with water and his glimmering chest sparkling against the reflection of the water with the early morning sun. He stays put in the rushing water which drowns out most of your voices. Your mind still groggy from sleep, finally snaps to the realization, Uhtred had the same great idea you did… to run down and bathe uninterrupted in the spring while everyone else was asleep. You clear your throat and try to look in a different direction.

“I didn’t mean to disturb you.” you say faintly also realizing your staring right towards his naked body, but inevitably unable to make out any details.

“...Come here…” he says slowly.

Your breath catches in your throat and you whip your head back towards him. You hear him approach from the water and finally see more details as he steps towards you in the dim light. His shadow blocks most of his features but the moment his hand meets your waist you know for sure, this is real; not a dream, not your imagination, not a wish you’ve tried so hard to make come true..

You reach out and pull him against you, his hands gripping firmly at your waist, then his head moves slowly towards you, his brilliant blue eyes glimmering only inches from your face.

“Uhtred!” You whine in a sigh before his lips meet yours finally crashing together as your body spirals out from your control.

His lips meet yours and you allow a hearty moan out from your lungs as you feel him against you.

“”Y/N..” he moans against your mouth as you wrap your arms around his wet neck.

His tongue invades your mouth unapologetically, as his hands roam up the sides of your dress. You cling eagerly to him and press yourself against him hoping you’ll never separate. His mouth searches every crevice of yours as you pant against him, while his hands meet the ground behind you and you lay helpless under him.

Your clothes dampened by him pressed against you, you peer up at his raging blue eyes glimmering above you. His chest rising and falling with his breath as you stare madly back up at the blue orbs that haunt your dreams. Breathless he smiles down at you.

“Y/N.. Care to join me?” he asks in a ragged breath.

…”I thought you’d never ask!” you reply with a faint giggle.

You release him from your grip and sit up slowly. You watch him descend back into the water where you're unable to see any details of his perfectly sculpted body. You lick your lips as you begin untying the laces behind your back. Uhtred splashes playfully and you giggle watching him in the sunlight that glistens off his toned chiseled chest and shoulders, as you reach down and begin removing your many skirts. You drop your outer layer and then your corset watching him as he dances impatiently in the water for you. Finally in your final thin layer you begin to wade into the water up to your calves. Uhtred goes under and then pops back up much closer to you now.

He sits patiently watching you from the water, the sun against his back shines directly on the front of your body. You hold up the skirt of your last layer and wade a bit further into the water, closer towards him. Before the end of your shift gets wet, you take a deep breath and quickly pluck it up over your head and toss it behind you. You’re bare body presented before him, and your breath catches in your throat a bit. You meet his eye for a second before sinking down into the cold water and resurface just out of reach of him. Uhtred slicks his hair back eyeing you and closes the gap in the water between you two.

Your breath is still stuck in your lungs, you're unsure if it’s from the cold water, or being bare naked so close to him. He pulls you in and you clasp your hands around his neck as he hold onto you, pulling you off out towards the deeper water. Soon, you're unable to touch the bottom and cling around Uhtred's huge bulging neck and shoulders trying not to show how fearful you are in the deep waters. He smiles down at you as you cling helplessly against him.

“I won’t let you go..” he tells you calmly through a smile.

You try your best to keep afloat only hanging on to his neck as he walks deeper still into the dark waters.

Maybe not right now… you think to yourself biting back your bottom lip.

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you towards him as he walks further into deep water. Soon, you're completely out of reach of anything around you, and your mind can no longer avoid the danger lurking beneath your feet.

You instinctively cling to him, wrapping your legs around his waist and pull yourself up onto him.

“Uhtred!” you gasp, panicking against him.

He stares into your eyes, calm as ever with a smirk, and you try your best to match his energy.

“Don’t be scared..” he tells you quietly, leaning in towards you closer.

Your core against him as you cling to him helplessly, panting a bit in panic as you cling to the huge strong man you're holding on to.

By now, your fingernails must be cutting little half moons into the skin around his neck. You take a sharp breath in peering around at the open water.

“Uhtred, I don’t like open water!” you tell him with a ragged breath.

He chuckles and you try to grip yourself closer to him, which at this point is virtually impossible.

“I can tell!” he says with a laugh.

You peer into his blue eyes and hold him tightly against you, as if he is the only life raft on the open sea.

Although you try your hardest to understand him being able to find humor in this moment, you frantically peer around at the water, still panicking.

“Uhtred please!” you beg in a worried tone.

You’re sure he can feel you shaking against him, seeing as the whole front of your body down to your core is pressed up as tight as you can possibly be against him.

“Uhtred!” You say again, unable to conceal your fear any longer.

“Y/N!” he says back with a laugh.

“Uhtred!” you say almost shouting now.

He stares you in the eyes and you shake against him.

“Put your feet down..” he tells you through a laugh.

“No! I’ll..”

“Y/N!” he says again, almost irritated this time. “Put your feet down!”

You quake against him, blinking back the tears welling up in your eyes.

“Trust me, and put your feet down…” he says softer.

You close your eyes still clinging helplessly around his neck and place your feet down, feeling the water's floor beneath you, and rising a bit as you regain your feet and stand up.

Your eyes burst open and you see him laughing wholeheartedly at you as you stand a few inches above him. You exhale heavily and back up a few more steps away from him realizing you're on the shore again. You watch as he gyrates with laughter, the water barely covering his waist and you instinctively sink down to cover your bare breasts exposed in the process.

“Uhtred!’ You exclaim a final time, trying not to join him in his fit of laughter but inevitably joining.

He tries to calm himself, still smiling as he creeps towards you on the water's edge. You sit watching him laugh as he creeps further up the edge of the water where you’re seated. He crawls up over your body and you once again cling around his neck. You peer up into his blue eyes sparking down on you and reach your neck up with your lips to meet his.

“I can't swim!” you blurt out against him.

He laughs, placing his forehead tenderly against yours.

“...I noticed,” he says with a smile.

He collides his lips back with yours. You suck in a deep inhale and press your mouth against his. He moans against you, his hand slipping around your back and pulling your body closer to his. You arch up against him, feeling his hard cock pressing against your thigh. You press yourself against him, trying to pull him down onto you but are abruptly stopped when he releases you and wades back towards the deeper water.

…”Do you trust me..?” He asks wiping water from his face.

You sit squirming a bit before slowly standing and allowing him to take in full view of your completely unclothed body. Your skin goosebumped in the cold air and you take deep meaningful breaths as you wade into the cool water towards him. He watches you as you slowly make your way to him, shivering but not from the cold of the water.

You reach out and wrap your hands around his neck, while he reaches up and grasps you by your waist again. You take a final deep breath and feel your feet lift off the bottom of the deep water floor. He reaches down and meets your lips with his, while you wrap your legs around his huge toned waist. This time not being as afraid, as you cling against him. Your aching core brushing up against his chiseled abs as you moan against him. Your tongues intertwine as you comb your fingers through his wet hair devouring his taste and grinding against him.

“I trust you Uhtred..” You tell him through a ragged breath.

His lips eagerly meet yours again. You squirm against him, your body burning hot and warming all the water around you as he wades up again out of the deep waters. He places you carefully on your back, his body concealing yours from the sun shining through the trees above you. You graze your hands along his jawline, feeling his wet chin hair against your fair fingertips as you suck at his mouth relishing in his sweet taste. He reaches down between your legs and you spread them open for him, wrapping them around his waist and urging him towards you.

His head cranes down in the crook of your neck

“Do you want this?” he asks in a kind, breathless whisper.

You push him up enough to meet his lips again and pant against him.

“Yes! I want it, I want you!... …I want you… now!’ You plead against his mouth.

His hand between your thighs trails down closer towards your core and you gasp as his blunt fingertips gently brush against your aching center.

You feel him smile against your lips as he touches you and you moan out against him. His eyes peer down at you glimmering a new blue you've never seen before. You moan and arch yourself back, panting, as his fingers trace the sensitive outline of your center. You reach down trying to find his hard cock to stoke and make him need you as much as you need him. He moans against you when you finally grasp him. You shoot him a devilish look and try eagerly to line your core up with him, pressing your bare breasts out against him as he pants above you.

You line him up and reach your neck up to his lips, feeling the ever slight touch of his huge beating member brushing up against your center. The cold water cascading at your feet as you pant against him and finally feel his huge round tip push through your quaking folds. You cling desperately against him and arch yourself up towards him as you try to fill yourself faster with his huge beating member.

“Uhtred!” you gasp, biting into his shoulder, digging your teeth deep into his sensitive skin as you moan.

He groans out against you and pushes further into your slick aching folds.

You dig your fingers into his huge wet back, below his neck as you thrust up against him. His head cranes up and you watch as his eyes blink open and closed, as he bites back his bottom lip. You crane your neck up and meet his mouth sucking at his swollen bottom lip and finally, he presses you flat against the waters edge. Your back digging into the sand and stones beneath you as you feel his huge ember fill you entirely.

You pant against him loudly as he stares down at you. You suck at his mouth trying to taste his determination for not having plunged deep into you long before this. You dig your heels into his thighs as he pulls out and slams back in against you, sending your whole body jolting as you cling against him. You both moan out, and you dig your nails further into the skin on his back.

“Uhtred!..” You moan against him.

He thrusts deep back in and out again, sending your body cascading into spasms of ecstasy…

~~~~

Hours later, deep in the woods you find yourself in an even more uncomfortable predicament than usual.

"Come on ladies, what's with you today!? Put a little pep in those steps!" Finan calls over his shoulder with more Sarcasm than you care to pay attention to.

Eadith rolls her eyes and scoffs before turning towards you.

"Let's go.." She says with a sigh.

You grit your teeth and brace yourself yet again trying to hold yourself in the saddle from the gyrations that occur from the horse.

Women having babies and riding back home hours later were a goddamn wonder to you at the moment. The truth was; you were sore. Really sore! And with every little bump and jostle of the ride on the horse, your core was not feeling any better.

You tried your best to grin and bear it and couldn't help but allow a smile to grow across your face when you remembered the reason why you were sore to begin with…nonetheless, this ride was traitorous.

Hours later. You finally arrive between the gates of Corfe, eager to get off your house and take a seat on something much more forgiving…other than Uhtred…

The group gathers outside the local tavern and you jump off all to eagerly adjusting your skirts as the men eye you suspiciously. Uhtred has a faint smirk in his face as he sits on his horse still watching you. You play it off and begin unpacking your bedding before the rest of the group while they mount up and tether their horse securely nearby. You gather your belongings over your shoulder and wait patiently for the rest of the group before entering in towards the tavern nearby.

"You alright?" Eadith asks with a suspicious look.

You side eye her as you both pace on after the men waltzing up towards the entrance of the tavern.

"Oh, I’m great!” You tell her through a slick smile. “...Details later…" you tell her hushed as you both watch the men insert themselves through the entrance.

Inside, like much of the other ale house taverns you've stayed in, it is dimly lit, musty smelling and filled with local drunks. Nonetheless, you and Eadith smile politely, tipping your heads towards the ones that notice you, as you trail in after the men before you. Your arms, as well as Eadiths are very full and you accidentally stumble into her as she drops a bag from her filled arms.

“Shoot!” she says bending over and trying to gather the bottles that have rolled out across the floor in front of her. You place your stuff on the dinghy floor and quickly try to gather the medical tonics. A few gentlemen stir and laugh while you and Eadith rush to grab the items near their feet, while another younger looking man, quietly bends down and tries to gather some along with the two of you.

“Thank you so much” Eadith tells the man graciously as she gathers the bottles from him.

The young man, seemingly not too intoxicated and clearly kindhearted, smiles at Eadith with a blush on his face and brushes back his longer hair behind his ear. A heavy set man, one you recall pointing and laughing moments earlier, grips the young kind boy by his shoulder and roars with laughter in his ear towards Eadith.

“Ahh, don’t pay any attention to these witch whores, my boy..” He belts out as the other men nearby roar in laughter.

The young boy's face turns solemn and concerned as the large and clearly very inebriated man turns to face him. He shakes the young boy aggressively by the shoulders and stares deep into his helpless sorrowful face.

“...They’ll suck your soul right out of your johnny and sell it to the devil himself…all while making you pay handsomely for it…” He adds with a loud fit of laughter.

“You watch your tongue!” Eadith spits towards the large man.

He eyes her precariously, up and down her fair dressed body.

“Eadith, don’t mind him, let's just go..” You tell her quietly while packing the bottles into her bag.

She shoots you a daring look, furry and anger built up behind her eyes.

“No, they have no right to speak to us that way!” She says, peering back towards the man.

He casts the kind boy aside and steps closer towards you and Eadith.

“Oh, I don't, do I?” He says with alcohol thick on his breath.

He reaches out and grabs Eadith by the arm in a tight grip, she winces at his touch, while a few other men back you against a table and grip you harshly as well.

“Let us see what I’ll be calling you two she devils, when you’re under me!” He screams around the crowd.

The men around begin to chant and roar.

The ugly fat man is face to face with Eadith; spitting angrily against her face as he speaks, while you feel yourself being lifted up off the ground and drop the satchel of medical bottles again. The men begin to trail down the hallway with you in hand when you hear a voice boom over the fit of evil laugher filling the air.

“Gentlemen!” His deep stoic voice booms over the crowd.

Sihtric and Finan throw a few warning blows to the men who are holding you and they cower away quickly.

“I do not believe King Edward would take kindly to how you’re addressing his own personal healers of Wessex!..” Uhtred speaks directly down to the fat man whose grip has now released Eadith.

You and Eadith gather your stuff from the floor again, quickly. You both peer around the crowd and scurry off towards Osferth who beckons you towards him, away from the gathering of men. You both scurry away towards him, hearing Uhtred's voice address the crowd who have caused more of a commotion than you’re sure they wished. Sihtric and Finan, stand flipping their small hand daggers around in the air as Uhtred continues to scold the crowd of grown men.

“...You and your friends are unwelcome here as long as we’re here..” he tells the fat man peering down into his round appalled face. “Now get out, before me and my men throw you out..” He tells him directly pointing towards the door.

The other men have already backed slowly towards the door, while the little fat leader peers up into Uhtred's eyes, wanting to make a show of his disgrace for the crowd.

“This is my tavern, you and your men are going to have to throw me out if you don’t want to see the sight of me..” He says as bravely as he can.

Uhtred stands above staring deeply down at the troublemaker and wipes a smirk from his face.

“...Very well…” He says turning back to face Sihtric and Finan with a knowing look.

Sihtric and Finan look at eachother and nod, before hesitantly approaching the fat little man, presumably pissing himself by now.

Over the crowd Uhtred's eye meets with yours as you stand beside Eadith and Osferth. He casts you a look of sorrow and pity, with which you tilt your head a bit and bat your eyes towards him. He holds his gaze for a moment before turning back towards the clearly intimidated fat man and instantly pulls his huge arm up back behind his head and swiftly punches the fat man in the jaw; his round little body growing limp instantly as he falls to the floor.

Uhtred huffs a bit before spitting on the man while Finnan and Sihtric grab the limp round body and drag him out the doorway. Uhtred casts his gaze towards you again; as he paces huge strides towards you, straightening his shirt and clutching his sword in his belt. You roll your eyes a bit trying to bite back your smirk as he makes his way over to the three of you.

“Shall I show you ladies to your room?” he asks, a bit breathless as you and Eadith follow him down the dark hallway towards the inn's rooms.

You shake your head a bit at Eadith, who is all too busy giggling herself to death; as you pace into the darkness with Osferth close in toe.

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FINAN | THE LAST KINGDOM 5.10

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Winchester Girl Chapter 4

Warnings: RatedR, swearing, smoking, angst, fluff, smut, violence

New York, present day.

You realize most of your weapons were left in the bar on the counter with your purse, however not being your first rodeo; far from your first, you think about the things you have on you and what steps you should take next. You try and plot out the way from the bar to the nest they must be bringing you to. Their clearly young vamps, their campsite not far from the hub of the nightlife in the town, a rookie move if nothing else.

They pull into the deserted shopping plaza and drive around back to a dark tree covered alley along the fence line. They stop and drag you out of the car, you manage to make a dramatic performance of spitting the dingy rag from your mouth out in the process, and the blonde vamp picks it up and stuffs it back in unapologetically. You feel the little bits of gravel on the rag and try your best to ignore it as any normal person being kidnapped would do. They walk you into the guarded doors and you're greeted by a few more vamps from their nest.

One thin kid, and two older looking adults. Clearly the leaders of the pack; you do your best to act accordingly.

“Well, well, well..what do we have here…?” The older man approaches you, walking circles around, and taking in the full view of you. You cry slightly, trying to impress him with your fear. He grabs a handful of your hair and whips your head back craning his head down to your neck. He takes a long dramatic inhale smelling you and chuckles eyeing the others.

“I love the way they smell when they're scared…” he says with his laughter.

Any moment now, they should be tying you up and leaving you for the night, perhaps even venture back out to try and kidnap some more recruits.

Unfortunately, your thought is wrong; as they gather the most recent, and clearly starving recruits to begin feasting on you. You whine and cry against the gravel covered rag in your mouth., in actual panic this time. The hungry, and clearly novice recruits circle you. You try to count them, two..three…four!

You quickly try to think through the plan in your head again as you watch them circle you; ravaged with hunger.

You know there's a vial of dead man's blood in your waistband; but while being tied up, you have no way of getting to it. A small silver dagger strapped to the inside band of your bra…again renders useless without the use of your hands. One of the rookies jumps eagerly on you and you collapse under the weight of her. She sits, ravenously shaking on top of you and you pant through the rag as you try to pry your hand from the ties. The other three begin surrounding you and your eyes dart watching and counting carefully how many foes you’ll have to defend yourself from.

The ravenous girl on top opens her mouth, exposing her newly erupted fangs ready to take a bite into you. The other starving newbies begin to pull at your shoulders from opposite sides. Regardless of the pain, it does help loosen the rope around your wrists. You feel your ties finally break away, and instantly punch the unknowing vamp to your left, square in the jaw. You knock the quaking vamp off from you and grasp the silver dagger from your bra. The quaking vamp rolls across the dirty floor a few times, before looking up and seeing you’ve stabbed another one of her friends.

She snarls on the floor, watching as you slice through the rope at your legs you jump up and aim it at the three remaining baby vamps cornering you. The elder vamps of the nest notice the racket and emerge from the shadows; forming a tighter wall around you.

(Fuck!)

The door bursts open; Dean armed and ready to clear the nest in a few moments. You breath in a deep breath and lunge at one of the new baby vamps; his fangs aimed for your throat. You stab him in the chest and he falls to the ground instantly. Another newly transitioned vamp nearby leaps from the darkness towards you. You duck and roll to the opposite corner and stand quickly to find yourself face to face with the elder member of the nest.

Dean yells out your name from the other side of the room. He makes his way over to you slicing and slaughtering through vamps in the process. The leader backs you against the wall, knocking the little silver dagger out of your hands in the process. His fangs outstretched ready to turn you, not just drink you…

You hear the plunge as Dean stabs him through the back; straight into his fast beating heart and watches as a small stream of blood begins to pool out the side of his mouth. He falls against the floor at your feet and you stand facing Dean; panting and shivering a bit. The vial of dead man's blood falls from your hand to the ground between the two of you and it's only then you notice the massive pile of dead bodies laid around you.

“..Thanks…” You utter through breaths.

Dean, breathless as well, crouches down wiping the blood from his knife on a nearby t-shirt from a fallen vamp.

“Don’t mention it..”

~~~~

“That was a really stupid move Y/N!” Dean yells trailing in long strides out towards ‘baby’.

“Oh, come on! Neither one of us knew they'd attack in the bathroom!” You cry from behind him. “I was fine!..”

“You know the drill!” Dean shouts angrily. “Stay put and keep your head down till we get there…till I get there! …I knew this was a bad idea!”

“Dean, stop it. I was fine, and you know I’m not completely useless!” You try to plead to him.

“Something could have happened!” He yells.

“But it didn't!” you scream back.

“Well it would have, if I hadn't shown up!”

“Oh, just shut up!”

You angrily rip the door open the passenger side door of the impala, which is stopped by Dean’s huge angry hand. He slams it closed; pinning you between him and the car as his eyes burn down against yours. You pant as you stare back up with anger as your eyes begin to blur a bit with tears well up.

“You don’t know a damn thing about what I’m capable of!” You shout at him.

“Oh yeah!? That's what you think, Y/N?” He screams back.

“Yeah! I could have taken each and every one of those assholes out!”

“Oh, really!?”

“I could have wiped out that whole nest, without you or Sam riding along and getting in the way!”

“You think so?” He yells through a sarcastic chuckle.

“I know so!”

“The hell you could! You’re such an idiot Y/N, Who the hell are you trying to kid here! I know you better than you know you; and we both know you never could have done that!”

“Oh you think so?!” You spat against him, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Yeah! I sure do!”

“If you know me so well, then why the hell aren't you kissing me yet!?...”

Dean’s arm swoops down around you lifting you up against the car before colliding his huge soft lips with yours. You drink in his flavor and gasp against him. Your arms wrapped up around his neck as your fingers dance through his hair against his scalp. His tongue invades your mouth and you moan against him a bit. He pulls back; your hands dancing in his hair.

“No!” You gasp, pulling him by the neck back against your lips.

Dean sucks at your bottom lip as his hands grip your waist. He slides his hands up your little black satin dress, exploring the curves along your sides. You pant against him, eagerly sucking his tongue into your mouth and devouring his taste.

“Dean..” You say biting back your mouth as you press your forehead against his in a breathless voice.

He cranes his head up, wiping the faint tear marks on your cheek, and stares at you with a dangerous smirk.

“Bratt..”

“Asshole…” You reply, smirking back at him.

“Get your ass in the damn car!” Dean hollars through a smirk, as he walks around the back of ‘baby’.

“Quit telling me what to do already!” You say trying your best to hold back a giggle.

‘Road to nowhere’ by Ozzy starts playing in ‘baby’ as you peer out into the darkness through your window. You pull your legs up and lean against the door and perch your chin on your hand as you feel the wave of tiredness blanket itself over you. Dean taps his thumb against the steering wheel as he stares out onto the headlights against the pavement.

“I still find it all a mystery

Could it be a dream?..”

As your eyes flutter open and closed you decide not to try and shake the memories of Sam's huge arms clutching around you while you drift off to sleep..

“The road to nowhere...

Leads to me..”

Kansas; the Bunker 7 years ago

You turn the corner down the bankers hall towards Sam's room with a load of freshly folded laundry in your arms, halting at his doorway, when you spy the huge man standing over something near the side of the bed.

“What’re you up to..?” You ask, placing the basket of laundry on the end of the bed.

Sam turns around and clears his throat after stumbling over the jumbled words in his mouth. He smiles and moves aside a bit, showing off the cute little bedside table. The tan little stand fully equipped with a lamp, a picture of the two of you framed, and your current folk lore book.

“I uhh, I got you your own so you don’t have to keep your phone and books on the floor anymore…” He says with a faint embarrassed smile. “I know it's not much, but..”

“I love it!” you say with a giggle; walking over and inspecting the easy open drawer.

You peer up at him and smile, he stands uncomfortably smiling back at you. He reaches up and rubs at the back of his neck.

“Yeah?.. I don’t want you to feel like you have too..you know keep it..or…”

You giggle watching him clearly uncomfortable and embarrassed that you caught him in the middle of setting up the kind gesture.

“Relax Sam..” You tell him with a scoff; while reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.

He seats himself down on the side of the bed cradling you in his arms as you press your lips against his.

“It's perfect. Thank you..” You tell him running your fingers up his huge broad neck to his scalp and through his thick long hair.

“Yeah…” he says with a smile as he pulls you down on top of him.

Ozzy's voice booms from Dean's bedroom as you straddle Sam's lap, trailing kisses down his huge broad neck. He hums beneath you and you quickly begin stripping him of his many layers. Your hands trace down his huge chest and you lean in against him; invading his mouth with your tongue, his massive hands stroke your sides as he pulls your shirt from over your head. He breaks his mouth from yours and sucks at your neck as you grind against him moaning.

He flips you over onto your back against the bed, fumbling with the buttons of your pants as you moan eyeing him. He strips off your pants, then thong; onto the floor and you arch your back with your legs up, bracing for his touch. He grabs you by your waist and slides you down the bed towards the edge towards him. The basket of clean folded laundry tumbling to the floor in the process. His mouth instantly at your center, his huge hot tongue curling around your sensitive bud as you groan against the sheets. He grips your asscheeks with his giant hands and holds you still against him. His tongue dances and weaves around all the sensitive nerves at your core.

“Fuck Sam!” you cry out.

He groans against you as you feel his huge fingers release your ass and reach in between your soaked, aching folds. You gasp as the pleasure washes over you. He curls his fingers up inside you and you wrap your legs around his neck as your body tenses and the waves begin to build up inside you.

“Sam!” You pant as you buck up towards him.

“Yeah, that's it, isn't it” he says, pulling his head away and watching you squirm as your high washes over you.

“No, come here!” You pant as he edges you on.

He holds you down against the bed; circling his huge thumb around your sensitive bud and curls his fingers in and out as you come undone on the bed before him.

“Sam!” You squeal.

He groans watching you as you cry out; finally succumbing to the incredible orgasm he prys from you.

“Right there, come on Y/N, cum for me…” he says as his hands gyrate between your legs.

Sam sucks at your core again, lapping you up as you come undone beneath him.

He stands and tosses his shirt to the ground as you pant on the bed under him,

“Come here..” You giggle as he leans down meeting your mouth with his.

He devours your taste and you moan against him still riding out your high. He pulls back with a giant grin across his face and you hear the Ozzy lyrics echo louder down the hallway.

“Oh shit…” Sam gasps, grasping at the blankets and wrapping them over your exposed half. You lay breathless beside Sam on the bed and roll on your side.

‘..You got to, you got to, you got to lead to me..’

The giant footsteps striding down the hallway stopping at Sam's doorway as you bury your head in the blankets next to Sam's giant chest.

“Dude…shut the frickin door!” Dean says slamming the door shut.

“Sorry!” Sammy replies, wiping the glistening juices from his mouth.

You cackle under the blankets as Sam rolls over and pulls you on top of him…

New York, present day.

The car rumbles low and you awake startled as it rolls into the rundown looking motel with a half broken flashing sigh. Dean hops out and strides off towards the office as you try to shake the steamy memory of Sam's magic hands and what they were capable of making you do. You stretch your arms out as a yawn escapes you. Peering at your phone the screen flashes 2:03 AM.

(Must have tried to drive all through the night..) You assume with another yawn.

Dean returns and hands you the key to the motel room, he grabs your bags from the back and follows behind you towards the dank looking motel door. You jiggle the key and the door creaks open, you reach around and flip on the light switch teetering in towards the bed in the middle of the room. You hear Dean drop your bags and dart for the bathroom. It's only then you open your still sleep ridden eyes and see there's only one bed in the room.

Dean reappears a few moments later and grabs a beer from the pile of bags. You rub your eyes a bit and see his arm outstretched towards you; a capless cold beer hovering before your face. You sit up on your elbows and take long meaningful sips.

“One bed?�� You say after a few sips.

“It's 2 in the morning Y/N, you're lucky I even got this.” he replies before slugging the rest of the beer down.

You roll your eyes and set your half drank beer on the floor before regrettably getting up and sleepily heading towards the bathroom to shower.

There's nothing you want to do more right now than slip into a hot steamy shower and rinse the remnants of vamp blood from your body. You lean against the sink and peer into the mirror, shaking your head, you laugh a bit to yourself. You reach up and allow your hair to cascade down over your shoulders, rubbing a bit at your scalp where it was held before.

You start the shower and slip out of your shoes and dress, allowing it to fall to the floor around your feet. Pull back the shower curtain and slip behind it. The hot water instantly settles your body's pains and aches. You allow the water to wash over you and soak your hair. Peering down you realize you forgot your bag out in the other room. Of all nights, tonight you are not going to skip actually washing your body for creature blood; 2am or not. You sigh heavily and pull back the curtain just enough for your face to peek out into the steamy bathroom.

“...Dean?” You shout over the running water.

You wait a moment then finally hear his reply.

“Can you grab my shower stuff out of my bag?... Please?..” You ask, waiting for a delayed response again.

Finally the door knob turns and through the thick steam drifting around the bathroom, you spy his gleaming green eyes peering back at you. He smirks and licks his lips before stepping in a few feet reaching out and handing you your bottles of soap. You grip the shower curtain in your hand and carefully reach out trying not to expose anything more than needed to him.

“Thanks..” you tell him kindly.

“You, know…this is more soap than Sammy and I use in a year..” he says, passing your shower bag over to you through the doorway.

“Oh, come on, this ain't even half of what I got at home..” you reply with a snicker.

He shakes his head as he passes bottle, after bottle over to you.

“Yeah… I remember…” he says, backing away towards the door.

Hearing the click of the door latching shut, you quickly lather yourself up and try to breathe deeply through the steam, unable to stop the memories spiraling around in your mind…

Me too…

Kansas Bunker, 4 years ago

You were just finishing cleaning up breakfast, almost an entire package of Bacon and 4 eggs over easy with 3 pieces of toast smothered in butter for Dean; heart attack special you called it as you placed it in front of him. Along with 2 ham and veggie omelets for yourself and Sam. While Dean denied ever needing cream in his motor oil thick coffee, Sam was pleasantly surprised at the difference a splash of cream could make and soon, he took you up each time you offered it to him. Grocery shopping, cooking, and cleaning was the least you could do while they allowed you and Finn to stay.

Your ex; Finns dad, had ran off on a drug bender for the last time and you decided to abandon the disgusting run down trailer he had inherited from his deadbeat father. You hit the road the first chance you got and never looked back…ending up in Kansas knocking on the bunker door within a few days; unsure of where else to go. Before you could even open your mouth to get a ‘hello’ out, they had carried yours and Finns bags down to your own room. It was dim and the only ‘homey’ touch was a bedside table with an old dusty lamp between the two twin beds. It smelt damp and musty and you sighed a bit, sitting down on the end of one of the beds.

“Thanks guys…” You say as Finn, less than 2 at the time; toddles his hardest up against the side of the bed where you were sitting.

You picked up the crying toddler, who was eyeing Dean and Sam. You tried your hardest to hush him and soon Sam squatted down and began talking in a lighter tone to him. Finn, still unsure and only knowing of men that yelled and cursed in a drunken fit of rage, hid his face into your chest as you patted his back.

“You’re okay, Finn, you're safe..” You said pecking a little kiss on the top of his golden head.

“Muum..” He cooed a bit against you.

You patted his back and realized he had not eaten anything besides a bag of goldfish a few hours prior.

“So uhh.. Are you guys hungry?”

The kitchen hadn’t changed in the slightest; besides being messier than you left it. You started frying up a whole package of bacon, cooking eggs, making omelets, and toasting toast. Just like that, it was almost as if you had never left. Besides the addition of Finn, you all fell back quickly into the routines of life before…

Sam never called the two of you anything a proper name (per usual), and he didn’t have to. Within the first week of your arrival, you found the unfamiliar walls too much and asked him to sleep in bed with you. He did, even if he barely fit on the little twin mattress with you… And you slept better than you had in years wrapped in those huge muscular arms clutching you so perfectly. In the morning, you woke in a daze unaware as to where he had gone. Finn was curled up next to you in his playpen; which the boys had gone out and gotten for you after they realized the bunker was far from baby friendly.

They came home with arms full of huge boxes and a car load of everything imaginable, some far too small for Finn, some too big; a highchair, changing table, toys, walkers, playpen, baby gates, a stroller, car seats, baby monitors, bibs, kid silverware and place settings, a tiny ride on car (Chevy of course) diapers, bath soap, you name it. It was honestly shocking, as much as it was a surprise, and even more of a shock when Sam later confessed most of it was from Dean's well rounded knowledge of parenting; not Sam’s.

Sam remained a gentleman through the years, and allowed you to take it slow as you had just gotten out of a pretty rough relationship and were trying to navigate the single mom life. He never made a move or pressured you through the nights you asked him to lay next to you in the cold bunkers room. However, after about a month of barely being able to keep himself up on the tiny twin size mattress next to you, you moved Finn's playpen into his room next to your side of the bed.

You sat down on the side of it and propped the receiver end of the baby monitor on the side table next to the bed… It took you a moment but you realized; it was the same side table he had brought home for you all that time ago. You ran your fingers across the top of it and smiled to yourself. Finn babbled in his playpen beside you, and you listened intently as the long striding footsteps approached the doorway from the hallway. You pulled the singing toy hanging on the side of the playpen for Finn and smiled up at Sam. He shoved his huge hands down into his pockets and smiled back, watching you two in his room.

“This is…so… such a strange thing to see..” he says softly with a chuckle.

You sit back on the side of the bed and pat the side next to you. Sam hesitated for a moment before sitting down next to you and reached down into the playpen to pull the toy for Finn again.

“You kept the table..” You say quietly pointing to the side table you remember him being so embarrassed about.

“Yeah… I uhh.. I couldn’t bring myself to throw it away…” He says anxiously.

You reach over and pull the little silver knob open, spying a bunch of condoms from different boxes.

“Uhhh…”

You turn and see his face of fear as he reaches over and closes it carefully. You laugh to yourself as you watch the redness build up in his face.

“Sam, it's fine!” you cackle watching him grow redder by the second.

He laughs uncomfortably with you and you grab his hand in yours. You hold it in your own for a moment looking at it; the calluses that have only grown more pronounced, the huge weathered knuckles that must have punched countless monsters in the face…and humans. The lines running in different directions on his palm…You remember laying in bed with his arm over you comparing the lines on your palm to his. You both had a ‘v’ in the middle that met at another line and then abruptly stopped… It was still there; yours and his.

You peer up into his glimmering eyes as he watches you examine his hand in confusion. You smile at him with a giggle in your mouth..

“Your hands haven't changed…”

He eyes you suspiciously and you both allow a laugh to fill the air for a moment. Finn coos and Sam reaches down pulling the singing toy for him again. He sits back up meeting your look again and you allow a long silent moment to pass as you stare at his sweet familiar face. His little drawn up lips sitting right above his chiseled chin, the stubble forming around the curves of his upper lip and on the sides of his cheeks. His hair framing his toned jaw and his eyes peer back down at you the same way they once did…

“You haven't changed a bit..” You say through a smile.

“Is that a good thing..?” he asks sarcastically.

You reach up and place your hand softly against his cheek and pat at his soft skin..

“It's whatever you think it should be..” You say before pulling him down towards you and your lips finally meeting at last. You breathe in his scent as he kisses you back tenderly but cautiously. You reach up your other arm and pull him closer to you, then he finally wraps his huge arm around your waist and pulls you up towards him. You moan against him and allow your hands to linger at his neck when you finally break the kiss. He presses his huge forehead against yours and you lean back towards him.

“...Y/N… I gotta tell… you something..before I…”

Finn fusses in his playpen and you sigh, releasing your hands from around his huge neck. You lean over and pluck Finn from his spot resting him on your hip bouncing him a bit as you try to hush him.

“I gotta go change him..” You say heading towards the doorway.

Sam sits and nods with his signature fake smile on his face as you head towards the hallway. You stop and turn back towards Sam who's pouting at the edge of the bed.

“Well, I guess Ozzy was right…” You say waiting for him to meet your eye. “The road to nowhere lead to you…” You tell him bravely before disappearing back out towards the hallway.

Was it love? It had to be love. Whole heartedly and entirely since the moment he saved you. But you couldn't deny the fact that your heart was never truly just his and his alone… No matter the distance, the amount or time, and now even a kid… You loved him…but not just him…

New York, present day.

You walk out from the bathroom, your hair in a towel and sit on the edge of the bed; Dean grabs his bag heading towards the still steaming bathroom and closes the door behind him. You sprawl out on the blankets and pull your phone out; 2:37am. You climb under the covers and hold your phone screen close to your face scrolling through the nonsense of your facebook timeline; reading about people's joyful adventures and weekends they're having. Most of the people you had known before meeting the Winchester brothers probably assumed you fell off the face of the planet… How were you supposed to make a post about slaying a vamp nest on a Friday night?

You locked your phone and set it on the nearby side table just as you hear the 'click' to the bathroom door. Turning in your spot, you spy Dean approaching from the steamy bathroom. In a white tee shirt and a faded pair of pj pants. His hair; still sexy as all hell, sticking up on end from being wet. He drops his bag and rummages around the bottom of it for a charger. You roll back over facing away from him and try to suppress the dangerous memories that make your core throb.

You hear him curse at the side table as he struggles to plug the phone charger in, then he makes his way around the room hitting all the light switches off. He locks the door and draws the blinds, securing every other entry into the motel room before making his way back over to the other side of the bed. He pulls back the blankets beside you and you turn over on your side towards him, eyeing him with a concerned look.

“I think we’re past being concerned about cooties, don’t ya think?..” He says climbing under the blankets next to you.

You chuckle to yourself and throw a pillow between the two of you. Dean scoffs and reaches up towards the light switch next to him and turns it off.

“I won't try anything if you don’t.. He says with a smirk.

“Oh please, Dean Winchester on his best behavior…that's a first…” You say with sarcasm thick in your throat.

You lean back against your pillow and pull the covers up over your shoulder.

“Oh come on, you've slept in the passenger's seat next to me, a hundred times..” he says with some sincerity in his tone.. “Never tried anything then, did I?”

Dean lets out a long sigh as you raise an eyebrow, even though he can't see you. Thinking back on the realization of most of those times was likely because Sam was in the back seat.. But also recall, on the rare occasion he wasn’t. Hell, at times, you had hoped he would reach an arm over between your thighs and keep it there…just long enough…

You shake off the thoughts and nestle your head down into the pillow and try to drift off to sleep besides the wicked man inches…fucking inches from you. In the same bed as you nonetheless! You squirm a bit and try to empty your mind before drifting off to sleep…

“You don't want me to try anything…do you?” He asks in a rugged whisper.

“Goodnight Dean!” you call sternly from your place.

…try anything no… perhaps just do what you will with me…well thats another story…

Kansas Bunker 4 years earlier

“Pour some sugar on me…

I'm hot, sticky sweet

From my head to my feet, yeah…

…Do you take sugar? One lump or two?"

The lyrics belt out on Dean's stereo as you walk past the closed door towards the bathroom; towels in hand. You bobbed your head to the beat unbeknownst to what was lurking on the other side.

In the shower ‘hall’ you liked to call it; you turned the water red hot and began to undress. You comb through your hair with a wide tooth comb and peer over at Finn's baby monitor on the counter. Hoping the water was warm by now, you slide in behind the foggy plastic curtain and allow the water to soak deep into your hair, along with the pains from living with the two Winchester boys for so long untouched…

You had been staying with the boys for almost six months now, and were grateful neither of them ever tried to pry deeper into the depths as to why you showed up on their doorstep. Your main priority was Finn, and the boys respected and understood that without you having to ever put words to it. Even with sharing a bed with Sam every night, he refrained from making any moves; most of the time you appreciated and admired the personal restraint he had, but you did have your suspicions as to why he never, not even once, tried to push his luck with you…

Deep into your conditioner cycle, leaning over in the narrow stall with a pink razor in hand at your leg lathered in shaving cream; you hear the bathroom door creak open.

“Just a few more minutes..” you call out over the tall shower stall.

You peek out behind the shower curtain and wonder if Finn had awoken from his nap or anything of the sorts. The monitor on the sink tells you he's still asleep; logically, one of the guys must have just not known you were in the shower. You continue on your long cream covered leg and rinse the remnants off.

Dipping your face into the hot water a few more times making sure you got a complete full rise of everything off. You hear the shower curtain jingle as it's being pulled back. You freeze momentarily, unsure of what you hear and bite back the smile growing across your face.

(Jesus Christ, took you long enough!) You think as you remain still for a moment longer, taking your time allowing the hot water to fall over your face a few more times.

“Well, Sam...” You say with a giggle.

Wiping the water from your face, you turn around cautiously spying Dean approaching you slowly with his eyes set on you, filled with lust, want, and seemingly not about to back down. You wipe your eyes again, making sure it is in fact who you think is walking towards you. His green eyes glimmering as you wrap your arms up around his huge shoulders in the foggy stall; he reaches out towards you and effortlessly picks you up pinning you against the shower stall. You moan out against him as his lips meet yours. He's eager and ready, you feel his hard cock pressed up under your butt and groan as he slams his palm against the shower stall holding you with one arm.

Your tongues collide and he invades your mouth ready and eager as you moan with him. You can't help but buck towards him with your aching core as you groan against him. He pulls away, still pinning you against the cold shower wall, breathless as he stares at you.

“...I’m sorry Y/N, I shouldn’t have..”

“Don’t you dare!” You gasp, pulling his face back towards yours.

Dean devours your mouth with his, his fingertips digging into your waist as he holds you up against the shower wall. You wrap your legs around his waist and dig your hands through his soft wet hair. He sucks at your neck trailing down your chest. He grasps your breast with his huge calloused hand. And you grab a fist full of his hair, pulling his head back and meeting his eyes. You buck against him as he pins you against the shower wall, lining himself up with your aching core. You whine anticipating the sensation of him filling you.

Your eyes flutter as you feel his throbbing tip caress against your sensitive core, and he groans watching you take him in inch by inch. You can't help but cry out when you feel him pressed up against you; he reaches his hand up and covers your mouth, muffling your cries of pleasure a bit. He sucks at your neck as he slowly pumps in and out of you, your legs locked around him as you shudder with each thrust. Your stomach coiling as you buck against him, he finally captures your mouth with his again and you suck eagerly as your orgasm builds in your center.

He grunts against you, biting your bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth as you try to hush the rhythmic moans spilling from your mouth.

“Y/N!”

“Dean!” you moan against him as you uncurl in his arms, filled with him as he pants, still holding your tingeing body in his arms.

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The next day, Sam and Dean are packing for their hunt in Indiana; you stand in the hallway peering in towards both boys packing up their necessities for the hunt; guns, clean underwear and socks. Dean meets your eye and your breath catches in your throat. He strides towards you with a faint look of sorrow and lust in his eyes. He extends his arms out and you carefully pass Finn over to him, trying your best to clear the gasp caught in your throat. Sam; only a step behind him, comes in and wraps his arms around you, pulling you against him with a long, meaningful hug. You swallow back the lump in your throat and breathe in his familiar scent with your face pressed against his chest. He pecks a quick kiss on the top of your hair and releases you, taking Finn in his arms and talking in a cutesy voice to him. Dean stands back against the giant dining table, eyeing you with a pained look on his face and regardless of the thoughts or conversations that may lead; hold your head steady as you walk over towards him and embrace him in a hug. The room grows quiet from Sam's cutesy tone talking to Finn, and you allow yourself a long, deep breath of Dean as well.

He feels so much like his brother, but also so different at the same time. You breathe in the same scents of their shared laundry detergent and soap, but it’s not the same, not better or worse, but also not the same. You feel Dean's face nestled in your hair and you try your best to avoid his look when you finally release him from your embrace. You smile at Sam and he hands Finn back to you with a precarious smile on his face.

No one says a word, as they gather their bags and make their way towards the door of the bunker. You stand bouncing Finn on your hip as you watch them walk out the door.

“We love you guys..” You call faintly to them both.

“Well, Finley…I guess we should start packing as well…”

On the next chapter of Winchester Girl

"New York, present day. You hear Dean's alarm buzzing on the side table next to him and roll over. He seems to be snoozing peacefully through it; you try to flatten the thin pillows over your head. Finally, it gives up and you settle back into your spot and doze back off to sleep. Only to be awoken 9 mins later by the buzzing again. "God damnit!" You curse under your breath."

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Winchester Girl Chapter 3

Warnings: RatedR, smoking, swearing, violence, angst, fluff, smut

On the road to New York, present day.

You awake hours later jolted around in the front seat of ‘baby’. You wipe the sleep from your eyes and peer out the window sighting trees and leaves all around you. You turn and see Dean closing his door as you sit up and look further around the car. You open your door and step out into the soft floury dirt beneath your feet. Deans head peers over the top of ‘baby’ and he jumps a bit.

“Whoa, thought you were asleep!” he says, caught off guard. “Just uhhh, emptying the main drain..” he says as you catch his drift and scoff a bit.

You crawl back into your seat and try your best to keep your eyes away from Dean's back…however tempting you must admit…

You reach down under yourself in the seat feeling for your phone and with no luck, finally find it resting on the floor by your feet. You swipe it open; spying 2 missed calls from Sam and immediately, your heart drops.

Dean opens his door and sits down harshly next to you.

“Did you get a call from Sam?!” you ask frantically.

“Yeah, he said he tried to get a hold of you to tell you..”

Your heart stammers in your chest as the lump in your throat begins to well up.

“..That he got Finn off the bus and they were headed for the playground...” He finishes with a blank face.

You sink into your seat with a relieved sigh as the fear washes away from you slowly.

Dean looks you over, a few times with concern painted across his face. He shuts his door and shoves the keys into the ignition.

“You need to go?” he asks through a furred brow.

“Go?” you ask as your mind is still spinning with panic.

“Piss! Damnit Y/N, what is with you?!” Dean shouts angrily.

You swallow hard and grab your purse before stepping back out on the soft ground and pace into the woods a bit out of sight from the car.

You crouch down and relax, while you rifle through your purse for a cigarette, only two remaining in the lonesome pack. You light it up before finishing your ‘piss’ as Dean so kindly put it; and begin back towards the car. You puff heavily at the cigarette and Dean honks the horn impatiently as you stub the other half out and toe it into the soft dirt ground.

You slam your door with a sigh and drop your purse on the floor by your feet; pull your phone out, and immediately dial Sam. He answers in a few rings and you gleefully apologize for being asleep earlier when he tried to call. You reminded him of bedtime, teeth brushing, as well as no snacks for Finn after 8 o’clock. He then puts the phone up to Finn's ear and you hear him babble on through the line.

“Mommy!...I’m so excited to spend the whole weekend with Uncle Sam, he said we can get ice cream, and go to the park again tomorrow, and…” his little voice trails off in the background as Sam reassures you they’re fine and he’ll make sure Finn is well taken care of.

“Thanks Sam, I really owe you one…”

“Anytime, we’re having a blast together (right buddy?)” You hear Finn squeal in the background with glee.

“..Just call me if you need anything, anything at all!”

“I will, I promise Y/N..”

“Oh..and Sam… be safe?”

You hear the dial tone click and pull the phone away from your ear, locking it and setting it beside you on the seat with a sigh.

“..Be safe?” Dean says in a suspicious voice, eyeing you. “Alright, Y/N, What is going on here!?” he demands loudly.

“What do you mean?!” you ask shrilly.

“You know what I mean..” he answers in his deep ‘Dean’ voice.

You sigh and palm your face turning away from him. You knew he clearly had picked up on a common quote you always said in certain situations.

‘Be safe’ … It was how you ended; every phone call, every text, and every encounter, when any of you, were on a hunt. You hadn’t realized till now, but Dean was clearly picking up and recalling the old habits, just as you were.

Dean remains quiet, looking out towards the road and you shift uncomfortably in your seat deciphering the predicament you’ve gotten yourself into. The little details he had remembered after all this time, struck a chord with you that didn’t sit right and made you even more on guard. You shake your head again, wiping at your eyes, caulking it up to an easily digestible conclusion; every time the Winchester brothers showed up at your door, the instinct to run, to hide, keep quiet, and keep Finley safe at any cost was reignited deep within you. No matter how hard you tried to suppress it and forget about it, the moment those two showed back up, it all came rushing back. Regardless of time or space you put between yourself and the life you once lived..it all came rushing right back.

Kansas 7 years ago…

You toss back the rest of your dirty martini and slam the glass down on the bar. You grab your purse, swinging it around your tiny exposed shoulder bidding Millie and Al; the bartenders of the evening, good night. Your heels click behind you towards your car. You take out your phone and the light from the screen blinds you from everything else around you. Checking your facebook status you updated a few hours before. A drinken picture of you with your friend Holly, at the bar you're currently walking out of. You hear a noise in the distance. You click the phone off and peer around the darkness, your eyes not having adjusted from the phone screen yet. Another rustling occurs, closer you believe now. Your heels click faster towards your car and you struggle for a moment to get your key out and unlock your door. Finally it pops open and your voice halts in your throat as you gasp. Holly’s arm flops out from your front seat of the car, her throat slashed and blood everywhere. You let out a blood curdling scream and feel a set of hands around your waist and mouth.

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Your head heaves from pain and you groan a bit. Batting your eyes open peering around in the dim room, hearing a constant ‘drip’ ‘drip’ ‘drip’; coming from the darkness. Panicked, you try to get up and discover your body tethered to a metal post on the floor. You try desperately for who knows how long to untie the rope around you and break free of it; at no use. Between the constant drips and your fearful crying, you have no way to know how much time passed.

You hear the heavy metal door latching closed, desperately trying to choke back your cries. Nothing in your life had ever prepared you for this moment or any of the events that lead up to the life you soon would be leading. Unsure of what to do, you keep your head down and your eyes closed as you hear the footsteps approach. You feel you must at least try and see your attacker; carefully through the curtain of hair falling down over your face, bravely trying to catch a glimpse, or any detail you might be able to use to help describe this creep… if you ever got the chance to, at least.

Fortunately for you, the captor ignores you completely, as you listen intently to the sounds it makes nearby. It has no issue with the towering man's body that’s being dragged in, a few yards from you. You spy the victim's hand rolling out onto the floor and blink your eyes shut as hard as you can, trying with every fiber in your body to remain as still and quiet as possible. The captor ties up its new victim in the same manner you're tied up in, and you begin to hear him rustle awake a bit. His voice low and groggy; he asks where he is and the captor quickly beats the individual in the head, knocking him out cold again.

You shake violently and try to remain silent and still, your eyes squeezed shut so hard it hurts your head and deafens some sounds around you. You try to calm yourself and slowly open your eyes a bit to see the pointed toe of the same shoes you’re wearing. You instinctively snap your head up peering back at yourself standing with a bloodied shovel ready to strike you. You assume you must have screamed, at least for a moment; before everything went black again.

You awake, who knows how much later; seeing a huge man sitting on the ground in front of you, also tied. Noticing you’re awake, he talks kindly and gently to you, trying to get your attention. It takes you a moment to register where you are again and you try not to cry in front of the huge stranger.

“It’s okay, you’re alright.” His voice steady and calm. “Hey, hey, hey! You’re gonna be okay!” He tells you reassuringly.

He’s enormous with a huge head of thick shaggy brown hair. His face bleeds a bit from his lip and nose, though he seems to be completely unphased by his injuries.

“What the fuck is happening..” you sob between breaths.

“Y/N, are you Y/N?”

You nod hesitantly, unsure of what's going on and whether or not you should actually trust him.

“Y/N, I promise, you're going to be alright..” he tells you, still much calmer than you would imagine someone to be in his current state. “I’m Sam, it's okay, my brother Dean and I are hunting the shapeshifter that kidnapped you.”

You can’t handle the information overload and just choke back sobs trying to understand the guy sitting strapped to a pole before you; just as helpless as you are.

“Y/N, do you have anything on you, we could use to cut these ropes?” He asks steady as can be.

Through your sobs and sporadic breaths; you try to think. You knew you had your purse at one point but have no idea what happened to it in the process of being knocked out. You look down your body, assessing as well as you can, if you have anything useful on you and shake your head towards Sam.

“How about your shoe?.. Do you think you can manage to kick your shoe off over to me?” He encourages you kindly.

You gulp back a mouthful of blood and stare blankly at him before struggling a bit, and carefully use your other foot to pry off the tall black stiletto. You kick it as hard as you can over towards him and it lands within his reach…

Present day, New York.

After stopping for dinner, Dean and yourself make a plan to stop somewhere along the road, get ready for the bars, and hunt the Vamp nest tonight. According to the GPS on your phone, (something Dean still refused to trust), you two should arrive at the hotel around 8. Depending on Dean's familiarity of the area, it's a good ballpark idea of when you’ll arrive… most of the time.

9pm rolls around when you finally pull into the parking lot of the hourly motel. The cracked pavement of the lot is mostly empty, aside from the old buzzing neon motel signs. You both step out from the Chevy and look towards the scratched and dented door of your room. You shove a cigarette butt in between your lips and pat your coat down in search of your little pink lighter.

With no luck you lean over around the hood of baby,

"Dean!" You shout out, through gritted teeth.

He turns towards you and rolls his eyes, waiting a long dramatic moment before he tosses his lighter across the hood of ‘baby’. You light your butt and exhale slowly as the faint rush creeps up your body.

You allow a pleasant reassured smile, rest on your face as you walk the lighter back over to Dean who watches you. You allow the sultry look on your face to linger as you cram your hand into your jean pocket and watch him sulk away towards the back of the impala. His cute little ass; just as bite-able as it was the first day you met him…

Kansas, 7 years earlier.

One thing lead to another, and soon enough you find yourself sitting on the hood of ‘baby’ waiting for Sam and Dean to emerge from the bunker for a gas station run. It first started with Sam meeting you at work outside the local wellness center where you worked as a receptionist in a boring 9 to 5 position. It paid well enough, and paid holidays off were a plus, but something never sat right with you as the months turned to years; sitting at the same desk, with the same old faded rolly chair, behind the same outdated computer.

“Hey handsome” you mutter as Sam emerges from the bunker, strolling over to you, spreading your legs a bit before embracing you.

He grabs you tenderly by the back of your neck with his massive hand and leans down, colliding your lips with him. You smile against him and wrap your arms around his huge towering neck clinging against him. He moans against you and you playfully bite at his lip as he groans lounder, digging his huge flingers into your little waist. You hear an audible ‘gross’ and reluctantly pry you head back from his.

“God, can you two please, i'm begging you, keep your damn hands to yourself?! It’s 9am for Christ sake!” Dean booms waltzing over towards ‘baby’.

You pat Sam on the shoulder and turn your heads towards the Winchester brother, sighing heavily. You lean back seductively against the hood of ‘baby’ on your side eyeing the green eyed Winchester; adjusting your sunglasses on your face. You whistle as he approaches the driver's door and lick your lips with a loud smack.

“Sorry,... no can do padre, destiny calls!”

You whip your head around to Sam who's getting in the passenger seat with a thick snicker in his throat. You hop down off the hood of ‘baby’ and Dean sternly reminds you not to scratch her.

“I know! I know!” you cry while walking towards the back seat.

The word ‘dating’ never actually crossed yours or Sam's lips, but for about a year; give or take, you two shared a bed, a lot of steamy showers, ate dinners together in private, and talked about your futures together… But what also happened in that time was a lot of learning and training; slaying, potions, how to craft a hex bag, among many other protective symbols that were useful to know how to draw on walls, floors, and ceilings of buildings you wished to remain unseen in. What could kill what, and what to never leave the bunker without. Your single woman attire of skimpy tank tops and booty shorts soon grew to layered jackets with an insane amount of pockets and steel toed boots lined with daggers under your jeans.

Not to mention the hours of studying lore, mythical beings, Gods and Goddesses, demons, hellhounds, lucifer, crowley, ghosts, ghouls, vamps, werewolves, time travelers, the list could go on forever…They were like mythical professors, and you their current student. Whether or not you wanted to be… Most of the time it was enjoyable enough; Dean and Sam filling you in on the current lead while you tried to decipher from their conversations what the hell is was they were referring to, the hardest part was when they left for the hunt.

The bunker; being cruelest and coldest at night. You were delighted the first time they left early in the morning, to have the whole bunker to yourself and sang your heart out in the shower till the water ran cold. You were allowed to blast your own music, (which was anything besides 80’s classic rock) over the loud system of the bunker. Binged watched netlifx chick flicks and ate ice cream from the tub till 2am…that enjoyment was short lived. Within a month you realize the two Winchester brothers were living a bachelor's wet dream…and frankly, quite sick of having to live in it yourself. Soon, your time alone turned into deep cleaning the bathrooms, dusting places that must not have been touched since the men of letters back in the forties, and adding a few homey touches…such as area rugs, decor that wasn't just books and tools from the twenties. Hanging wall decor, replacing the rancid light bulbs that never complimented your skin tone any time of day, with twinkly lights and most importantly, a proud item you made yourself and hung at the front door reading; live, laugh, hunt. (took you a few weeks of the silent treatment and a few crocodile tears to convince Dean, but you managed.)

It was finally beginning to feel like home… The brothers trusted you more and more with each day, meanwhile; your romantic lifestyle with Sam was beginning to feel more like a roommate kind of relationship. You spent more time alone in the bunker while they were on hunts all over the country, than you did being cuddled in Sam's huge heavy arms.

The more they were away on hunting trips, the more you studied on your own and proudly would present them with new findings, in which they both had their own ways of showing appreciation for. Sam would show his pride in you with a glowing smile, or a long steamy kiss, while Dean would normally roll his eyes or completely ignore the gesture, instead asking if you made anything to eat, more importantly pie…

Present day, New York

Generally, hunting didn't call for fancy clothes or revealing outfits; however more times than not you’re lined up as bait and not doing much of the hunting, rather than the lureing. You drop your purse on the edge of the old gross oversized bed and make your way towards the janky bathroom.

“Let's make this snappy, Y/N.” Dean calls from the other room. “They’re charging by the hour…”

“You can't rush perfection.” You say dramatically while dumping your makeup bag onto the bathroom counter top.

You peek out the doorway and spy Dean at you under his wrinkled brow.

“Give me like 20 minutes..” You say annoyed.

His staring glare holds a moment longer as you meet his look.

“30 tops!” you add.

Dean sighs heavily and you hear him seat himself down onto the old creaky bed as you stare into the mirror and begin slapping serums and creams across your blank face.

Once upon a time, you remember getting ready for a night out at the bars being a fun and joyous occasion. You, Holly, and all your friends; getting ready, crowded around the mirror painting brightly colored liners across your eyes, glittering from head to toe, choking on hairspray, and pregaming shots as pop music blasted in the background. Your efforts getting ready now however, are much less eventful. Instead of a crowded mirror, you now stand alone; gulping down a strong vodka soda and quietly paint the layers of contour, blush, bronzer, liner, and mascara across your face. Instead of catchy dance music in the background, you hear the low hum of the abused TV set in the other room talking about the local weather forecast. As you draw your lips up in a bright cherry red, and top it off with some gloss, you feel those long ago memories stinging slightly, and also realize, even these lonesome days of getting ready will soon too come to an end.

You close the bathroom door and begin to undress from your casual everyday jeans and band tee; slipping into a short satiny black strapless dress, complete with a cropped oversize jean jacket, black heels, and your beloved Steve Madden handbag. Your hair cascades down over your shoulders and the bathroom reeks of the many combinations of products you have smeared all over you. You pull back the door and bit, Seeing Dean sitting on the edge of the bed in a fresh plain tee shirt and your favorite leather brown jacket. He meets your eye and you freeze feeling all but naked in front of him.

“Don’t say a goddamn word…” You tell him. “..I just need help with the zipper..”

For a moment he doesn't move, just stares in your direction. You turn around presenting your back to him and hear him clear his throat a bit as he gets up and makes his way over to you. You stand facing away from him holding your dress in place and stare down at your feet. You feel the heat radiating from him standing behind you, and wait patiently to feel the tug of the dress being zipped up.

“Ya got it?” You ask faintly from over your shoulder.

Dean hesitates and finally, you feel his huge calloused fingers pull the tiny zipper up. His breath tickles the back of your neck and you drop your hands to your side, adjusting the dress securely down your thighs.

You suck in a deep breath and rush back into the bathroom without meeting the judgmental look on his face. You grab your jacket and come back out slipping the long strap of your purse up over your shoulder, grab your phone, cigarettes and lighter and wait for the inevitable remarks to spill from Dean's mouth.

You cast him aside-eyed glare and walk out towards ‘baby’, hearing him lock the door behind you.

He stands by the front door, holding your bags to load into the car. You shut the tv and lights off before bravely making your way towards the door closer to him. He turns around, opening the door a jar and motions for you to walk out first. Cautiously, you step slowly towards the small gap between him and the door frame. You meet his eye with a suspicious look; awaiting the shameful remarks he must have dancing on his tongue for you.

“You uh…You look nice, Y/N..” He says in a low husky voice.

(Nice?... Well that's a new one.)

You pluck the last cigarette from your pack and meet his eyes again as he struts over with your bags in hand.

“Hey, can we stop at a gas station before we hit the bars?” You ask with the cigarette clenched between your teeth.

"Yeah, I'll need to fill up.." Dean pauses realizing the real reason as to why you asked. "Come on Y/N, you gotta quit those." He says in a serious tone.

You sigh as you fall back against the passenger's side door.

“Welp… not tonight!” you say clicking your lighter against the other end of the cigarette in your lips.

Dean shuts the trunk and you hear his footsteps coming closer as your lighter still refuses to ignite. You huff and peer up towards him; as he watches you struggle with the dead plastic lighter. His eyes set on yours with a look you rarely have ever seen in him. He reaches up with his heirloom metal lighter, the flame dancing brilliantly near your face. You swallow hard before leaning in a bit and lighting your butt at the glowing flame. You blink back behind your thickly covered lashes up at him and turn to blow the smoke away from him.

“I’m serious…” He says calmly, capping the zippo and dropping it back into his coat pocket. “...You’re too damn pretty.. to be smoking these damn things…”

You swallow hard again, and peer up again through your thick lashes watching as he stares intently down at you. Your breath catches in your throat and you feel your heart begin to pick up pace in your chest.

“Okay..” you tell him through a small puff. “...I will…”

He scowls a bit peering down at you still, the look in his eyes scares you almost as much as it turns you on.

“Promise?..” he says, still staring.

“...I promise.”

~~~~

Dean opens the door to the bar glowing brightly in neon sighs as you slip in beside him; knowing the plan is to split immediately inside the bar, you allow your seductive smiling face to gleam up at him for a few more moments before he turns away and heads for the pool tables. You lean up against the bar ordering a dirty martini, no olives; the bartender sets the full glass in front of you. Within the hour you've downed three of them and only made a few friends whose intentions seem shady, but they all end up leaving alone. Clearly not a potential client for what you’re looking for.

You make eye contact with Dean for a brief second, he gestures that you should head out. Try another bar around town seeing as this one seemed to not be the vamps hunting ground. You motion your heading towards the bathroom, making sure to leave your purse on the counter knowing all too well, no one will touch it with Dean lurking around the pool table just a few yards away. Also leaving a sign for your monster if he happened to walk in while you were gone, that a ‘drunken woman’ was coming back to the spot.

The door on the stall slams a bit as you walk out from it and dip your hands under the cool water. You spy the mirror above the sink with a splintering crack across the top corner; peering up at the mark as you wash your hands. You smile to yourself imagining a pair of two inebriated women fighting over a man in the bathroom, resulting in a scuffle and one being pushed into the mirror.

The bathroom door is pushed open and in walks a thin young woman with straight blonde hair. She smiles at you as she sets her purse down on the sink next to you. Adjusting her dress and necklace in the mirror, she gestures up towards your own; which is cracked.

“Someone went home with a broken heart…” she says, pointing to the crack above your mirror.

You snicker to yourself as you reach for the paper towels and suddenly a knife is to your throat as your hands still drip with the sink water…

Out in the bar, Dean eyes your purse suspiciously. He glances back towards the bathroom taking note of who walks in and out. It doesn't take long for him to realize you either have a serious case of lady issues (highly unlikely), or… something happened… He strides over towards the bathroom and stops a middle aged woman, asking her if there was a girl in the ladies room meeting your description. She shakes her head and without another moment of hesitation; bursts through the door of the ladies room. Slamming open all the bathroom stalls; discovering white empty pots with you, nowhere to be found. A group of women walk through the women's room door as he meets them wide eyed.

“Sorry, uhh…old habits die hard..” he says with a flustered face before rushing back out the door.

~~~~

You curse under your breath as you stagger carefully in front of the blonde woman, who's holding a knife pressed against your back. She whispers death threats in your ear with gleeful giggles, as you slowly approach a car; full of other vamps you assume. To your delight, there is only one other person waiting in the car for you as she approaches the fake plated black SUV.

Why is it always a black SUV? You wonder to yourself.

She opens the back door and the tall gruff looking man dressed in mostly denim, gets out from the driver's seat and ties your hands behind your back. They push you into the back seat and the man roughly grabs your feet, tying them also together with a few intricate knots. They slam the door with you inside and you peer around the back of the SUV, hopeful Dean is close in toe. They hop in and start the engine and you begin abruptly with the confessions of ‘you're not going to get away with this’ and "where are you taking me” kind of bullshit monsters seem to love. The blonde woman turns around and stuffs an old nappy rag in your mouth to silence you, although she clearly has no idea how to deal with a kidnapping, you pretend it silences you as you try to focus the way to the destination you're heading.

Kansas, 7 years earlier.

“Come on Sam, I’m ready! Please let me come!?”

The past 10 months you’ve dedicated yourself to proving; you're more than just a pretty live in house maid. Sam runs his huge hand through his shaggy hair with a deep sigh. He stands peering down at you as you plead dramatically from your side of the bed.

“Y/N…” he says with a huff.

“Come on, it’s a perfect beginners hunt; ghost haunting an old hotel? What could really go wrong?” You add, pointing to the news article on your phone screen.

He cranes his head looking down at your pleading eyes.

Sam stands chewing at his bottom lip nervously. You crawl over the end of the bed closer towards him and sit up on your knees hugging his chest.

“Pleeeeeease?” You beg.

“Please Sam…”

You unwrap your arms from his chest and reach up for the back of his head, pulling his face down towards yours. His hazel green eyes gleaming with lust as you peck seductively at his mouth.

“...It’s so lonely here without you…”

He moans against you before effortlessly, picking you up. You wrap your legs around his huge strong waist as he leans against you on the bed.

“..You have no idea what kind of things I have to do to pass the time…all by myself…” You softly whisper seductively, running your finger around his thin damp lips.

A smile creeps up across his lips and you pull his head down to you, your tongues instantly dancing in each others mouths. Sam kneels over your little body underneath him and eagerly pulls his oversized tee shirt off over your head.

“..Oh, I can only imagine…” he pants against you, capturing your sensitive exposed nipple in his mouth.

You moan and arch up towards him. He grinds his hard cock against you; bulging in his boxers.

“Sammy!..” You moan through a giggle.

You tug at his shirt and he quickly whips it off over his head, his huge bulging bare chest heaving as he reaches down and plucks your tiny black panties down your legs. His mouth peppers hot wet kisses up your sides before capturing your other breast in his mouth. He groans against you before flipping you over on your stomach and smacking your bare ass. You arch your back and brace for his touch, panting against the pillows. His fingers swiping over your glistening core.

“Sam!!” You cry out bucking your ass towards him.

He groans out, shoving himself into you completely. You cry out against the pillows as your body quivers. He holds your hips in place as he slowly plunges into you; building your orgasm slowly up in your stomach.

“You like that, Y/N?...Better than when you're alone?..” Sam whispers seductively form behind you.

“Faster Sam!” You groan bracing yourself as he begins to plunge quicker inside you.

“Shit, Y/N..” Sam grunts. “Get on your back..”

You feel him pull out as you twist over on your back, he bends your leg up and re enters your pulsating core, grinding up against your sensitive bud as you moan out with each of his thrusts.

“Fuck Sammy! Right there!” You cry out through your pants of pleasure.

He palms your breast in his giant hand and pulls carefully at your sensitive nipple, sending you over the edge as your body constricts with the waves of your orgasm crashing over you. You cry out as he tries to muffle your voice, and after a few more slow trusts, and a final moan; he collapses next to you on the bed. You pant breathless next to him, wrapping his huge sweaty arm around your shoulders and nestle down against his glistening chest, still rapidly rising and falling.

“I guess you're right…” Sam says, still catching his breath. “...I can’t leave you here alone, can I?”

You excitedly straddle his huge waist and press your lips to his.

“So I can go?” You ask through the quick kisses.

He lays limp, kissing you back with a smile.

“Well…” He answers, still panting a bit. “You’ve convinced me…but we still gotta talk Dean into the idea..”

You fall back against Sam's arm on the bed beside him with a huff.

“Alright…” you say, your breath finally steadying.

You get up and dress in Sam's oversized shirt and pull a pair of shorts up over your butt.

“I’m on it!” You say reaching for the door.

“Wait…What…Where are you going?” Sam sits up covering himself a bit, anxiously asking you.

“...To make a pie!”

~~~~

Dean, Sam and yourself; spend the next two days covering a lot of pavement as you make your way to the haunted hotel in Michigan. You pull your phone out trying to show Dean the expertise technology of GPS, which he refuses to believe is accurate and chucks your phone over the front seat behind him.

“It’s a lost cause, Y/N. Don’t take it personally, he's just too stubborn.” Sam tells you from the backseat.

It only took the three of you a few hours to discover long trips in the back seat did not agree with your stomach. Sam being the gentleman he always was, offered up the front seat which made a huge difference; and your stomach was thankful.

“Can we stop soon?” You ask kindly. “I gotta pee…”

“We’re almost there..” Dean informs you in a grumpy tone.

You peer down at your phone displaying the GPS map on its screen, and glance back at Sam showing him the ETA to the Doherty Hotel - Clare MI; not close might you add. You sigh and plop your phone down beside you on the seat, craning your head to peer out the window, as your bladder feels like it may burst with every bump Dean hits in the road.

Hours later, you finally arrive at the giant beautiful doors of the historic looking hotel. Two sets of gray stairs wrap around the center water fountain, leading up to the main entrance's tall white doors. Stone statues of little angel babies in diapers are tucked in around the outskirts of the entrance. Along with a long thin stone walled garden, filled with every color flower imaginable. You follow the two giants up the stairs, lagging behind a bit as they take two or three stairs at a time, compared to your one. You huff a sigh of relief as you meet them at the top and Sam holds the doors as peer in towards the huge marble entryway of the hotel. Dean taps the little desk bell and you all peer around looking for any sort of clue as to what you’re up against in this giant newly refurbished hotel.

In your room, the very first thing you do is rush to the bathroom and pee, while Sam and Dean research through the many files of local reported headlines ‘Local haunted hotel’, and ‘Michigan ghost sightings’. You decide since there are only two computers, and the hotel's wifi seems to be the last thing in the giant beautiful place updated; to take advantage of the giant jacuzzi tub in the bathroom. You make yourself an extra strong vodka soda, and sit in the white complimentary hotel bathrobe on the edge of the tub. The giant tub takes much longer to fill than you imagined and you quickly grow impatient. You suck down more than half of your drink and re enter the shared living space/bedroom, to make another.

Dean and Sam sit undisturbed nearby, clicking and scrolling through the many news articles and files they have pulled up on their computer screens. You peer down at the small collection of historic pamphlets left by the mini fridge and read the name ‘Helen Doherty’ written on a few of them.

“Hey, look up the name Helen Doherty..” You say holding the brochures up to the boys as you keep looking through the piles of papers.

They both peer up and you hear the light clicking of computer keys as you walk back towards the bathroom. You stare out the huge picture window, downing more of your drink and admire all the brightly colored flowers in the courtyard.

The tub finally brimming, you drop your bathrobe to the floor and slip into the bubbly warm water, setting your drink on the side of the tub. The jets of the tub are loud but they lul you quickly into a deep state of relaxation; or perhaps it was the warm glow of alcohol rising in your cheeks. You sigh a deep breath of relief as the water pools from the jets around you. Your whole body, submerged by the tranquil waters.

“I could get used to this..” You utter softly to yourself.

You reach towards the edge of the tub feeling for your cup… You crack your eyes open looking as to where you set it and instead are greeted by an ugly staring old woman, scowling back down at you.

“No sinners in my hotel!” she spits towards you.

You scream, as she shoves you under the water. You try desperately to escape her cold hard grip as you thrash around trying to reach for air. The jacuzzi tubs jets muffling most of the racket as you struggle against her. You try again to scream, thrashing around in the water hoping the boys will hear. You gulp down big mouthfuls of the tub water reaching up towards her scowling face as she holds you firmly under the water.

The lights fading as you begin to pass out from lack of oxygen, your thrashing becoming less and less helpful, you finally see through the bubbling water; Dean's arms slash through the old hag of a woman's shadow. Two giant arms pluck you from the water and you choke and gasp out the water from your lungs. Sam holds your soaking body as you catch your breath.

“You alright?” Dean asks clearly, un-phased by your nakedness.

You nod, spitting more water on the bathroom floor and Sam gathers you in a towel.

“Yeah…I'm good…” You say between coughs.

You peer over towards the tub, your plastic cup floating in the bubbles.

“...Bitch spilt my drink…”

~~~~

“Helen, or ‘Grandma’ Doherty, married to the original owner; Jim Doherty was a big Jesus freak.” Sam informs you and Dean; reading from his laptop screen.

“Says here, she was accused of the suspicious drownings that happened in the 1930’s. Apparently, three unwed maids of the hotel mysteriously drowned themselves in the bathtubs. The same women were also accused to having premarital sex with some of the workers from the hotel, including her husband Jim.”

“Oh great, so she hates whores.” Dean chimes in… “Have to say I disagree with her..” He adds with a smile.

“Say anything about how she died?” He asks, looking back to Sam.

“Uhh…” Sam scans the screen intently. “Yes, looks like she was buried in St. Johns cemetery”.

“Alright, well let's set this ‘hath holier than thou’ bitch on fire and get the hell out of here.” Dean says, taking a long swig of his beer.

A few hours later, the three of you have eaten dinner and are waiting for nightfall to go dig up ‘grandmas’ body and burn her bones. You quietly cross the dark graveyard reading the headstones and trying to locate one reading ‘Helen Doherty’.

“Guys!” You whisper excitedly. “Over here!”

The three of you begin digging the spongy turf. Pile after pile throwing shovels full of dirt to the side. You were very little help compared to Dean and Sam's calloused weathered hands and huge bulging muscles. But you were happy to be included and hunting; regardless.

Finally, Sammy hits the top of a coffin and the two brothers pry open the old dusty old lid. Helens bones lay undisturbed and seemingly, fully intact. Standing back, Dean sets a napkin on fire and drops it down into the deep hole you all spent so much time digging, while you stand beside Sam, watching the flames jump up from the ground below.

“...I thought this would be more eventful…” You say with a disappointed look on your face.

“Babe, you almost drowned..” Sam adds with a scoff.

“Well, yeah… Thanks for saving my ass, yet again, by the way..” You add looking towards the boys.

They shake their heads and smirk.

“But there's no…light, or song that starts playing when you burn them or anything?” You ask.

“No.” Dean informs you regrettably.

“...Huh..” You add nodding towards the bright fire.

The three of you take back off towards the hotel in ‘baby’ and soon you’re getting ready for bed. Dean sprawls out on his own king size mattress while you and Sam snuggle up together on your own. Within a few minutes you hear the soft snoring of Dean coming from the other bed; and feel Sam's hand trail down your stomach between your legs.

“Sam, no!” you say through a laughing whisper.

“Come on he’s asleep, we just gotta be quiet.”

Sam pulls back your hair and presses soft kisses down your neck.

“This is why you needed to come, remember?” He says seductively as you roll over on your back towards him.

“Right, remind me about that again…” You ask, reaching up; meeting his lips with yours.

Sam grips your chin softly in his giant hand and you moan quietly against him as you drink in his sweet flavor. You wrap your arms around his neck and he flips you over on top of him, feeling him ready for you, already.

“Sammy!” You giggle quietly as he reaches around and sucks gently on your neck.

You crane your head a bit and allow your eyes to flutter closed enjoying the sensations he sends through your body.

Your eyes pop open again and you scream. Sam flies out from under you grabbing the nearest silver and swats at the old, white haired, evil woman's face staring back at you. Dean wakes up joining Sam and they stare blankly at each other for a moment; baffled.

“Damnit, we didn’t burn all of the bitch.” Dean says, peering around the room.

You sit up against the headboard of the bed and stare terrified back at the two of them.

“Why the hell does she hate me so much?” You ask, offended.

Dean looks from you to Sammy, and back again.

“Well, you are the easier target compared to him…” Dean adds pointing his silver knife at Sam. “And Jesus, put that thing away, dude!” He adds urgently walking towards the bathroom and away from you and Sam.

Sam straightens his boxers a bit, his dick still firm from moments ago as he clears his throat. You try to hold back the giggle building up in your throat as he climbs over the bed towards you and playfully smacks you with a pillow.

“This is your fault…”

“Is not! You started it!” You giggle back towards him.

~~~~

It doesn’t take long between searching the hotel and doing some more online research to come up with Helens missing item; her antique silver hairbrush proudly on display in the dining room of the hotel. Dean sets it on fire and without thinking twice, sets the fire alarms off in the hotel as well. The three of you pack your bags as quickly as you can, and head out down the fire escape before seeing the fire engines and hotel evacuate out the front doors.

“Why don’t you try and get some shut eye.” Dean tells you without breaking his stare on the road.

Sam is in the back curled up asleep in the back seat.

“Yeah…probably not gonna happen..” You say with a sigh. “Sorry, you're stuck with me.” You add through a smirk.

“Ah, you’re not the worst company.” He tells you through a smile.

“Thanks, Dean…” You say sincerely.

“Yeah…” Dean bites back the rapidly growing smile on his face, peering over to you a few times. “...You got a pretty nice rack on ya too…” he says with a devilish smile.

“Dean!” You smack at his hand making a dramatic ‘boob’ gesture and he sits shaking a bit through his fit of laughter.

Dean drives on late into the night, classic rock playing softly through the radio song after song. You let out a tired yawn and peer in the back seat spying Sammy snoozing peacefully. You smile to yourself and Dean smirks, glancing over to you.

“I know you probably already know this,” Dean says quietly, peering in the rear view. “But uh, …he really loves you…”

“..I know he does.” You answer after a pause.

“Yeah, well…he's not the only one…”

You peer over to Dean and smile, playfully punching him in the arm a bit.

“Oh, don’t get all soft on me now!” You say playfully.

He chuckles a little, peering between the road and you.

“I’m not, I’m just… I just want you to know that,…no matter what happens, …you can always count on us…”

You meet his eye for a brief second and smile.

“Promise?” you ask him; your eyes meeting him for a moment.

“..I promise.”

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Winchester Girl Chapter 2

Warnings: PG13, swearing, smoking, mentions of bad relationships, fluff, angst

Present day, Massachusetts 7:47am

You swing into the driveway and slam your door shut probably more aggressively that your bank account can afford. You swing open your front door and spy Dean and Sam standing ready with concerned looks on their faces. You slam the door behind you and throw your purse onto the chair beside the door before plucking a cigarette from your pack and lighting it quickly.

"Well fuck! Sorry guys!" You say through a long exhale; white smoke dancing around your head.

The brothers remain silent as you puff agitatedly at the end of your cigarette; seemingly passing concerned and unknowing looks to each other. You sulk across the room, plopping yourself harshly down into the brown sofa before pulling your phone out. You peer at its little illuminated screen and take a long drag of the cigarette before speaking.

“You’re on your own, I can’t come..” You say with a long puff of smoke.

"Wait, what?" Dean asks, in a harsh tone.

You lock your phone screen and toss it beside you, taking another long puff from your butt.

"You're gonna have to find someone else to be your bait this time.." You say disappointedly.

Sam glides over and sits next to you on the couch trying his best to comfort you, but as always, comforting was not comforting to you in any situation. Dean, angrily stomps in place huffing, as you take another rip from your butt.

“Why the hell not?!” Dean asks all but kindly.

"Finn's dad called… he can't take him this weekend.." You say through another puff.

You allow a long silent pause as you take a few more drags from your cigarette and snuff it out in the ashtray. Sam sits with a sorrowful look towards you while Dean stands with his hands firmly on his hips, glaring in your direction.

"I'm sorry guys, I didn't mean to let you down.. again.."

"Y/N, you never let us down…" Sam tries to comfort you. Though you know lying has never been his strong suit…

You sit back against the couch and sigh, knowing if they hadn’t stopped last night they’d probably already found a new willing huntress along the way, and gotten to the vamps nest by now. You uneasily chew at your bottom lip and eye Dean as he strides over towards the oversized recliner and takes a seat. He lets out a deep sigh and palms his face, running his fingers through his hair.

“Fucking asshole can buy a half a million dollar house for his skank ass fiance, a palm beach wedding, and fucking boulder sized rock for her hand, but can’t be bothered to see his own son every other weekend…” You huff angrily through your teeth.

“Yeah, you sure know how to pick um, Y/N..” Dean replies with a scoff.

“...Hey!” Sam cuts Dean off, in efforts to defend you…or himself, you’re not completely sure.

He didn’t need to be offended, Sam hadn’t really been ‘picked’, per se, more like fate chose him for you, …after he saved your ass from being just another meal…

“Sorry guys, you’re gonna have to find someone else willing to be bait…” You tell them apologetically. "But, at least I can make you breakfast now."

Your small effort in trying to lighten the mood is pretty unhelpful, but you stand and pace towards the kitchen to begin cooking anyway.

"Y/N, we don't really have time for that.. But thank you." Sam says trailing after you in a few giant steps.

You breathe another angry sigh and brace your hands against the counter. You turn and face the two men blocking everything between you and the living room, with your arms crossed.

"We can get a babysitter…or maybe your mom can watch…" Sam mentions.

Dean meets Sam's eye and he quickly stops anymore mention of your mom.

"I can't afford a babysitter all weekend, Sam." You reply wiping at your forehead.

Dean steps forward a bit taking a seat at the table where he was with Finn earlier.

"Well the kids like, what… 10…12.. can't he stay for the weekend by himself?" Dean asks utterly and completely unknowingly.

You and Sam make eye contact, doing little to hold back the judgment on your face.

"Six Dean! He's six… so, no!"

Sam snickers a little and Dean shoots him a glare.

"Okay…then let's bring him along!" Dean mentions looking back to you.

"Absolutely not!" You and Sam both cry out at the same time.

Dean's eyes grow wide and he dramatically raises his hands up from the table.

"Alright, mom and dad,...well while you two figure out what to do with junior here,... I'm gonna make a few calls…"

Dean stands and walks back towards the living room and you hear the front door creak open then shut again.

You turn back around towards the sink and after a long moment of thinking, notice the dishes drying in the rack beside you. You eye them a bit as you run the water.

"Oh, thanks Sam. …You didn't actually have to do the dishes..." You say softly.

Sam strides slowly towards you and you turn around quickly before he has the chance to put his huge hands around your waist… a favorite move of his he always seemed to do years ago…

"I'm… sorry Sam. Really." You say coldly and abruptly as you look up towards him.

He stops in his tracks, his hands dropping to his sides before he sighs through a slight smirk.

"It's not your fault, Y/N. You're a mom first, I know…"

You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest. Sam scoffs and darts his eyes back and forth from you.

"I mean.. Not just a mom… more of a...hot mom?..." he adds with a slight smirk.

You allow a giggle to escape you and Sam allows his smile to unfold openly across his face.

“I’m serious though..” he adds.

His smile slowly fades as he meets your eyes.

“You’re a really good mom, Finns a good kid. And he's really, really lucky to have you..”

You hang your head and smile, before waltzing away from him, searching for your pack of cigarettes again.

The front door creaks open again and Dean's huge shoulders bob through the wooden doorway.

"Well good news and bad news.." He states in his deep tone as he latches the door behind him.

You flick your plastic pink lighter and inhale again.

"..I don't have to call out of work?" You ask through a clouded exhale..

"God, would you stop, with the smoking?! Dean states, using his hand to direct your cigarette smoke elsewhere.

Dean strides over to take a seat on the couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table.

"Every other chick…lady… ma’am, within a driving distance of here is MIA…so we're back to square one…” he says with a huff. “...Unless…”

Dean smiles; devilishly eyeing Sam over his shoulder. You tip your head towards Sam with an exhale as Sam stares blankly back between you and Dean, hands buried in his pockets as the realization slowly builds up in him.

"Sammy! Break out the little green army men, and comic books; you're babysitting!"

~~~~

With only a few moments of shout-arguing, as to why Sammy was the one to be assigned babysitter; you trying your best to defuse the situation in almost any means possible, then finally Sam and yourself tired of arguing with the hot head, you all reluctantly agree and are on the road towards the Vamp nest.

“So how's your sister?” Dean asks in a lighthearted voice.

“Who knows..” You reply with a scoff.

You allow the long unpleasant quietness to linger in the air for a few moments.

"Where'd you say this is?" You ask peering out the window at the passing road signs.

"New York." Dean says.

Your face lights up and bit, and he notices.

"..State.. Don't get all excited we are not doing any shopping here princess…"

You cast him a disappointed scowl.

"...What?" Dean says with a huff. "...This is not the time for a city shopping trip, no way!" He says in a defensive tone.

You whip your head to the side and stare blankly at him.

"If you're gonna be in this kind of mood all weekend, you can turn right around and drive me home." You say sternly.

Dean shakes his head from side to side, a thick devilish grin growing across his face. You read his tone and sit back in your seat with a huff.

"...Well you could at least let me smoke.."

"Don't even think about stinking up 'baby' with those…those damn cancer sticks…" Dean says as the smirk fades away from his face.

"Well!" You throw your hands up in the air with a scoff, "Can you pull over then? Just for a minute?" You ask turning back towards him.

"Y/N, it's only been a few hours, we got a lot of pavement to chase to get there before tonight." He says calmer but still in his deep Dean tone.

You cross your arms and look back out the window without saying another word.

Dean glances down at his watch and does a few double takes in your direction.

"...We'll stop soon for some grub.." Dean says lower again. "...can you wait till then?"

You sigh dramatically and try to sneak a side eye at Dean's sorrowful look you know he must have on his face right now.

"...Don't have much of a choice now, do I?" You grumble through a smirk.

Dean reaches for the volume dial and cranks it up a few notches as you both settle back into your seats. You watch as the highway signs pass by and watch your phone intently, wishing the time would pass quicker.

Roughly twenty minutes go by in silence beside the roaring of baby's wheels, and classic rock that plays from the car stereo. Dean slows the car and veers off the side of the road. He reaches down into his coat pocket and shines the silver zippo in front of your face, ready to hand it over. You smile gleefully, holding up your generic pink lighter before stepping out of the car and slipping a cigarette between your lips quickly. You suck at the little stick and feel the head rush from not having had one in some hours. You steady yourself against the car and suck long puffs. All too soon, you've sucked down to the filter and you drop the butt to the ground and stub it out with the toe of your boot.

You slide back in beside Dean and he scoffs revving the engine a bit.

"You stink." He says plainly in his Dean tone. You barely shut the door before he slams the car in drive and heads back towards the pavement.

"You stink!" You mock back, rolling your window down a bit for him. "..thank you.." You add quietly.

"You gonna quit the silent treatment with me now?" He asks still harshly, but more jokingly this time.

"Hmmm…maybe…" You add with a giggle as you peer out the window.

You reach over and turn the radio up a few notches again as an AC/DC song begins to blare over the ancient stereo. You and Dean both look at each other and allow a long awaited hearty laugh to leave your mouths.

"You really thought Sam wouldn't fight babysitting, huh?" You ask, peering from the road in front of you and back to Dean's handsome chiseled face. He has a tiny bit of stubble growing in around his mouth and you allow your stare a bit longer than you know you should, as you follow the faint trail down towards the collar of his shirt. He snaps his head back towards you with a wicked smile and you dart your eyes back up to his trying to smile calmly.

"Nah, he's just better at it.." Dean says before looking back towards the road.

You sigh and join him looking out through the windshield at the cracked worn road.

"Oh please…" you say, shifting in your seat a bit. "...we all know ‘daddy Dean’ is just a big teddy bear at heart.." You say confidently.

"Daddy Dean, huh?..." He smiles, snapping his head back towards you for a brief second. "..I like when you talk dirty to me…"

You reach over and playfully push his face away and he chuckles a bit, straightening in his seat.

"I'm serious!" You say through a chuckle of your own.

"I can vividly recall all the times you'd pluck Finn from his highchair and dance with him in the kitchen while making bacon…" you say, recalling the events as if they happened only a few days ago.

You peer over seeing the faint grin on Dean's face as he also can recall the events. You smile down towards your lap and reminisce in the memories that dance through your head.

“...What was that song you used to play all the time?” He asks in a charming tone.

“Banana pancakes!” you blurt out. “I love that song!”

“I hate that song..” Dean says in unison with you. “...Jack Johnonson, disgrace to musicians everywhere…” he jokes with a smile still on his lips.

“Come on, it wasn't that bad..” You add through a giggle.

“Oh it was!..” Dean shakes his head staring out the windshield. “...I only let you play it, cuz Finn liked it…”

You bop your head a bit in your seat, turning back out towards your window.

“...Can’t you see, it's just raaiin…nin….” you hum under your breath.

“...Ain't no need to go outside…” Dean adds after a long pause.

Your smile widens across your face as you flash your head around towards Dean; his eyes darting back and forth across the road.

“It’s a stupid song!” he says, still smirking. “Who even likes pancakes?! Waffles are where it's at!”

You giggle quietly to yourself and look ahead again.

“Especially ‘Banana’ pancakes… if anything…chocolate chip! I mean come on!”

You allow a long cackle spill from your lips, and lean forward in your seat a bit. Dean eyes darting between you and the road, as you try to calm your fit of laughter a bit.

“You know, I… I really miss you guys..” you say, allowing your unguarded words to linger in the air for a moment without meeting Dean's look.

“...Yeah, we miss you guys too..” he says after a long pause.

His giant palm reaches out and tenderly pats your thigh; you swallow hard and freeze. You stare out the window beside you as you feel the red heat rush into your face, enjoying his huge, rough, warm hand resting heavily on your little thigh next to him. You can’t help but give into the fact that any touch from him makes your heart race and your pulse quicken. You try to calm yourself as the overwhelming, senseless urge; to grab him by his chiseled broad jaw, and collide his perfect plump little pink lips against yours, burns in your chest.

He leaves his hand on your leg for what feels like an eternity, but in reality it was probably just a few seconds. Finally, and although regrettable as much as reliving; Dean retracts his hand back and grips at the wheel. You allow a long exhale to escape you as you try to hide the shiver gyrating through you as you straighten your pant legs and pull out your phone. You click the home button and peer down reading ‘0 New Notifications’ and the time reading ‘10:49am’ before sliding it back into your jeans pocket.

“Hang in there, just about an hour to go before we stop for lunch..” Dean says casting you a dreamy apologetic look.

You settle back in and stare out towards the windshield at the road before ‘baby’, reminiscing about the times that now seem so far from your grasp…

~~~~

The faded sign on the front of the rundown dinner screams ‘food poisoning’, but you know it's no use trying to urge Dean to go elsewhere. You both step out from the car and hear the doors slam shut behind you. Digging down into your purse you grab a cigarette out of its pack and place it between your lips. Dean meets your eye, gesturing he’ll meet you inside and you suck deep inhales of the cigarettes poison nectar; unlocking your phone screen and ensuring you have no missed calls or messages from Sammy. Inside, you motion to Dean, you're running to the bathroom and he casts you an impatient look.

You wash your hands and freshen your appearance before turning and heading back out.

Dean's face looks pissed, per usual and you apologize under your breath before sitting down across from him. He slides the discolored scratched up plastic menu in front of you, and you flip slowly through its waxy pages.

“You didn’t get any calls from Sam, did you?” You ask, grazing through the menu.

“No, should I have?” Dean asks with a cold tone.

“No! No, I just wanted to make sure..” You close the menu tapping your fingers impatiently against the confetti resin tabletop. “I just want to make sure Finns alright…” your voice trails off as Dean motions the waitress over to your table.

“...You know what you want right?...” he asks, plucking the menu away and handing them irritably with a huff to the heavy set waitress.

Your eyes grow wide; realizing you hadn’t even considered food yet.

“What can I get ya..” the large woman asks in a grumpy unpleasant voice.

“I’ll take a double bacon cheeseburger with a side of fries, and what the hell…” Dean says in a quick breath.. “...Extra large Chocolate milkshake.” he adds with a wink to the woman.

She presses hard against her pad of paper in her hand and tilts her glasses back up on her face before looking over towards you;

“And for the Mrs.?..”

Yours and Dean's eyes meet for a second before he clears his throat and blushes a bit.

“Oh no, we’re not..” You try to express plainly. “..I’ll just take a house salad..” You say after tripping over your explanation.

Dean fidgets in his seat, clearly uncomfortable.

“..Sorry honey, we’re out of iceberg...” The waitress states pushing her glasses up her nose again.

‘Oh, alright…ummm.” You peer over to Dean who flashes you another impatient look.

“How about the chicken salad?.. On a brochure bun?” you ask hopefully.

“We’ve got bread..” she says scribbling at her pad.

“That's fine.” you add quickly.

“Wheat, rye, or white?...” She asks.

“Actually, know what… Scratch the chicken salad, can I just get a grilled cheese, white bread, and a side of pickles?”

The woman irritatedly scratches out the line on her pad and jots the new order down.

Dean flashes you a look of disappointment and you scrunch your smile upside down a bit.

“Drink?” the lady states coldly.

Dean sighs and palms his face with a sigh. You nod in agreement and look back up at the lady with a big smile.

“...Any chance, you got any spirits?”...

The dinner's speaker system squeaks with local ads as you sit in your chair chomping small loud bites from your pickle. Your second vodka soda sits on the edge of the table near your arm; nearly empty again, as you stare off over Dean's shoulder. He sits back in his seat staring out the window. One arm hangs beside him while the other is propped up on the back of a metal chair. You take another tiny bite of your cold cheese sandwich and close your eyes, chewing thoughtfully as you feel your buzz rise in your chest.

“I can’t believe you still eat that crap..” He states with a chuckle.

Interrupting your empty thoughts, you blink your eyes a few times before meeting him.

“Me? What about you, Mr. Two pounds of bacon a day…” You reply, dropping your pickle on your plate and wiping your fingertips.

“I’m surprised you haven't had a heart attack yet!”

Dean chuckles a bit again.

“Ah, we’re all gonna die one way, or another…” He says gruffly, taking a gulp from his milkshake.

A taylor swift song comes on over the squeaky speaker and you begin bouncing your head a bit to the beat of the music. Dean stares at you disapproving and you flash him a slight smirk as you chew with your lips closed. His eyes quickly fall from you back out the window; clearly set on something coming through the dinners front door. You stop your head bobbing and swallow the dry cheese down, with the last sip of your drink and place the cup near the edge of the table, hopeful for one more refill.

Behind you, the doors chime as you hear the high pitched giggles of customers coming in and walking up to the bar in the front. You roll your eyes and glare a bit from the side towards the group of presumably jailbait girls seated at the counter.

Probably skipping school for some ‘pop’, or maybe even ice cream you imagine.

Dean's eyes are locked on the group of girls; who are squealing with excitement and giggling, while talking to the heavy set woman behind the counter. You look straight ahead towards him shooting him a very disapproving look. His tongue darts out and drags across his bottom lip as he watches them. You grab your cup sitting at the end of the table and swirl the melted ice around a bit slurping at the tiny remnants of anything in the cup. You reach over and poke him in the chest. His gleaming eyes, meeting yours after a long pause.

“Put your tongue back in your mouth, grandpa..” you tease him, placing the cold plastic cup back down.

His gaze wavers back between you and the girls sitting precariously on their bar stools.

“Oh stop, you’re just jealous.” he tells you, still staring intently.

Your hand falls a bit harder than you had anticipated and you clear your throat avoiding Dean's look.

“Easy there killer, it was just a joke..” he teases watching you fumble a bit to recover.

“You're despicable.” You say with a scowl on your face. “Those are children!”

You peer back over towards the group; correct they indeed were in getting some ice cold pop… as children would be…

The large woman's eyes; meet yours and you gesture to the cup again. She rolls her eyes dramatically, not trying to hide it any bit and makes her way over to the table again. Dean's head snaps up when she intersects his view and he gives you a concerned look of disapproval.

“You really think you need a third?” he says through his tight lips and glaring eyes.

“What? I’m not driving!” you state plainly with a shrug.

The lady pours you another vodka soda, spilling half the soda and leaving the rest of the can on the table.

“Oh, um… can you leave the bottle too?” you ask kindly.

She drops the bottle back down on the table and Dean's look is tearing through you as you sip through your little red straw, while adding more of the cheap vodka to your cup.

“I don’t wanna hear it…” You tell him, taking a test sip of your drink. “You have your flaws…” you add, eyeing the jailbait group of girls at the bar, “..I have mine..”

A long pause settles between you and Dean as he sits back in his seat trying his best to stop eying the girls.

“Well..” he says with a long heavy breath. “...At least you’re not a puker..”

“You would know..” you add quickly through eager sips.

Dean's eyes meet yours and you try your best to paint a pleasant face for him. He reaches his hand up behind his head and rubs at the back of his huge broad neck for a long moment before you finally see the smile creeping across his cheeks. You finish the cup quickly and refill it, picking at Deans fries which are cold now.

Before long you get up and use the restroom again before meeting Dean back out at the car. The bright hot sunlight burns your eyes as you step out of the dinner. You pluck your oversized shades from your purse and plop them over your face before reaching for the pack of cigarettes. Flipping open the little red box, you’re down to three left. Eagerly awaiting the disapproval of Dean when you’ll have to ask him to stop for more.

Dean taps impatiently out his window and you suck at the butts filter harder, trying to fill your craving before hopping back into the car for who knows how long. You settle in and Dean peels back out onto the highway with the radio turned up and the windows down. You pull back your hair, and strap it in a messy bun on top of your head to keep the wind from whipping it all around. You grab your phone out of your jean pocket again and peer down at the time ‘1:45pm. Soon, Finn would be getting off the bus in front of your house not knowing Uncle Sam would be waiting for him at the front door.

You swipe open the screen and dig through your contacts searching for Sam's info. You open it, and send a text reminding him what time Finn gets off the bus. Impatiently, you shake your leg waiting for a response.

“They’ll be fine..” Dean says without having to ask.

“I know…I just..” you don’t finish your sentence as you feel the jump from the phone buzz.

‘Got it.’

“See, quit worrying Y/N..” Dean says in a hushed voice, while peering through the rear view.

You lock your phone and suck in a harsh breath hearing the words he utters. Although you had had plenty of practice keeping your feelings concealed for so long, the time spent apart and certain things that this monster of a man uttered, were now painstakingly hard to swallow. You set your phone back down on the seat and feel the warm glow of the alcohol radiating in your chest. Your cheeks grow warm and you press them gently trying to extinguish the redness that may be appearing because of it.

With a long exhale you reach down and kick your shoes off before crouching in your seat and tucking your legs up under you. Sitting like a child in the front seat, Dean cranes his neck slowly over to look at you with a glare.

“I know… you hate it..” you say, getting yourself comfortable.

“..Old habits die hard…” You add remembering how upset he used to get with you sitting like that in the front seat.

‘It's not safe, and you’re gonna smell up ‘baby’ like feet!’

Like he had any right to be complaining about your feet, they were roses compared to his and Sammy’s. And safety! Yeah right! Between the countless times he had died, cheated death, been brought to the brink of death and back, was he really anyone to bark orders about safety?

Where was safety during all the times you had been sent into the darkness alone to lure out the waiting monsters? Or how about when you were the only one small enough to squeeze between the live electrical boards at the bunker? What about being outnumbered and ‘voluntold’ you were easier to lift when needing to reach up high, or even better; to be boosted through an abandoned house window, to let the giant lumberjacks through the front door… For two individuals who constantly put themselves in thoughtless danger every day of the year, they sure had an odd way of prioritizing safety…

Safety was in numbers, it was being prepared for the worst and hoping for the best. It was learning hand motions, and code words, for more uses than you'd like to admit would come in handy. Most importantly, it was about knowing when to ask for help when the outcome was less than bleak; a notion you remembered, being thoroughly driven into your brain; while still absent from theirs, even after all these years…

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Winchester Girl. Chapter 1

Warnings: Rated PG13, swearing, smoking, fluff, angst

Present day, Massachusetts 11:49pm.

…"Well, aren't you two a sight for sore eyes."

You take a deep breath and swing the door open for the two towering men to slip in between. Latching it behind you, you exhale heavily and slowly turn towards them, they both stand with a solemn look on their face as they stare back at you.

"Glad to see your two smiling faces…" You say sarcastically as you cross your arms over your chest.

"...So what's the occasion, boys?"

Sam wipes his hand over his mouth and begins to stir anxiously before you. Dean keeps his eyes set on you, hands deep in his pocket with his usual stoic face resting in place. You roll your eyes and turn towards the doorway of the small kitchen; adjacent to the living room.

It wasn't much and it sure wasn’t fancy, but it was yours and you were proud of it. Left to you by your gran, you couldn't complain of the slightly run down two bedroom home you had once grown up in with your mom and sister. Strutting over to the fridge, you swing the door open and closed with a smack. Returning only a moment later with two beers in hand. You cautiously extend them out towards the boys and they take them without a word while you seat yourself down against the fake leather sofa. They pop the covers off, resting them on the China cabinet nearby, and take long sips; still refusing to utter a word. You peer towards the TV and grasp your vodka soda, from the side table. You take a long sip from the cracked, repurposed KFC straw facing away from them.

"..Gonna make me drink alone?" You ask coyly, still looking towards the small flat screen.

Finally you hear their footsteps approach from the back of the sofa and watch Sam ease into the old, tan, oversize recliner, somehow still making it seem small. Leaving Dean to perch uneasily at the opposite end of the sofa by your feet.

You sip from the straw without meeting their precarious looks and clear your throat.

"Look I got a 9 to 5 to get to in the morning, and PTA after school, can we please skip the guessing games, and get to the point?"

Sam rubs his brow as Dean stares blankly down towards the coffee table and they stir anxiously.

"We didn't mean to intrude, Y/N, we just need a little help on this one.." Sam finally utters apologetically.

"No shit, I assumed that much. Why else would you two lumberjacks show up unannounced at my door?"

You state coldly reaching down towards the coffee table for your pack of L&M reds. You pluck one from the pack and toss it back on the table. You place the slim white cigarette between your lips and feel around your pants pockets for your lighter. Fishing down into the crease of the couch, only coming up with stale goldfish and matchbox cars; you sit up and reach further into the gritty couch crevice. Finally hitting a familiar feeling with your fingertips, you peer up to spy Dean's hand extended with his shiny metal zippo lighter ready, inches from your cigarette. You reach over and puff eagerly, lighting it on the flame and peer up into his glimmer green eyes for a brief second before sitting back against the couch crossing your legs again and exhaling slowly.

"When are you gonna quit those, Y/N?..." Dean asks, snapping the lighter closed and dropping it back in his jacket pocket.

"Oh, save it.." You say after taking another long inhale. "...100% of non-smokers die too… especially in this line of work."

Dean stares daggers at you as you flick the end of the cigarette into the ashtray. You boldly meet his look again, bringing the butt of the cigarette to your lips and sucking at it again.

"Vamp nest." He says coldly in his deep intimidating voice. "A big one…" He says craning his head over to eye Sammy.

"They, uhh, apparently have been targeting young women…" Sam adds, once meeting Dean's look.

He swallows and brushes the stray hairs from his face as he stutters to get the words out.

"Where?" You ask, exhaling a vast white cloud of smoke from your mouth directly towards; Dean who grimaces.

"About a day's drive from here.." Sam answers with a nod.

You flick the ash into the ashtray beside you again and turn back towards the TV.

"..Think it can wait till tomorrow morning?" You ask with another puff thick in your throat.

It was Thursday night, you were mom free Friday after 8am to Sunday at 5pm. Sam and Dean both know and most of the time, respectfully understand this; after all, it was obviously the biggest reason you weren't as active in hunting, as you wanted to be.

Sam remains silent, nodding in his seat after taking a long sip of his Bud Weiser. Dean looks back towards you, and you slowly meet his eye, taking a sip from your straw.

"It'll have to be, won't it?" He says with a devilish look in his eyes.

You crack a sarcastic smile through the straw in your mouth and roll your eyes as you turn back towards the TV.

You finish your butt and stub it out, leaning forward on the couch before getting up and making your way towards the linen closet to grab sheets, pillows, and blankets for them. You hear them mumble low in their thick deep voices, not as quietly as they probably imagine; and make sure to slam the closet door shut, signaling your return. Your arms full of bedding for them, you see Dean relaxed against the back of the couch with his feet kicked up on the coffee table. His arm outstretched against the top of the plush sofa where you had just been. They both turn towards you with curious looks on their faces.

"So, one in the recliner, one on the pullout…" you say slowly, rounding the couch. "...That or you can share the pullout…" you add through a smile, placing the bundle of blankets on the couch.

They both crack a smile and you look around trying to make sure everything is in order for them.

Dean eyes you again with a daring look; “...Sammy can’t bunk with you?” He says with a snicker.

You glare towards him with a warning look.

"Feel free to use the shower…help yourself to snacks.." You gesture towards the kitchen.

"You uhh… you got any of those little foil wrapped things? …come in a two pack?" Dean asks with a smirk.

You exhale a quiet sigh, biting back a smirk, and watch as Sam tries to hide his own smile creeping across his face.

"Pop Tarts?" You ask through a snicker.

Dean's face lightens up as he allows his smile to grow across his lips.

"Yeah! Those little devils are delicious!" He tells you, straightening up against the couch a bit.

You allow the laugh to linger in the air as you stride towards the kitchen. You reach up into the cabinet and grab the two boxes perched on the faded painted shelf; brown sugar for Sam and Chery for Dean. You swing the cabinet shut and walk back out into the living room, kicking a few action figures to the side in the process. You hold up the two foil covered packages and they both beam a smile in your direction. You toss them their pop tarts, hearing them eagerly tear into their packages as you head for the bolt lock on the front door. You fasten it and dip back into the kitchen against the doorway swatting at the light switch on the wall. You hear Dean's eager hum as he indulges into the breakfast snacks; while reaching for the metal cord on the lamp beside the couch. You grab the remote from the coffee table and toss it in Sam's lap, who's also enjoying the child's snack.

"Don't stay up too late," you tell them, brushing your fingers through Sam's thick head of hair as you trek back towards the hall to your room. "Finns an…"

"..An early riser, I know… we know!" Dean remarks through his mouthful.

“...God, you need a haircut..” You joke towards Sam.

He chuckles a bit and you trail away from the two down the hall.

You walk past your doorway and stand quietly for a moment watching Finley sleep soundly, with the gentle blue hue of his dinosaur nightling on his bed stand. You pace back towards your room and quietly shut your door behind you before slipping into an old oversized tee shirt, and drop your bottoms to the floor. You plug your phone in, and place it on your nightstand before rotating the little knob on your lamp; the room growing dark. The hushed murmur from the TV in the living room, fills the air as you roll over in bed and sigh a deep exhale of relief.

As much as you hate to admit it, there is a huge sense of relief knowing the two Winchester brothers sit out in your living room tonight. Not a goddamn thing to fear; burglar, ax murderer, or the creatures that haunt most people's nightmares; would be getting very far into your house tonight. You recall a time where you spent every night with that kind of reassurance… but it had been years since then. Regardless of how many nights alone you spent in your bed reminding yourself not to worry of things that may go bump in the night…your past had a funny way of always showing back up at your worn out New England door. Little did those tall handsome Winchester boys know that a little part of you each night was always hoping they would...

~~~~~

The sun peeks through the faded shades as you hear the little peppering footsteps tear down the wooden hallway. You roll over in your bed peering at the alarm clock 5:12 am glows back at you. You sigh, turning back over and groaning against your pillow.

“Oh nice, he let me sleep in 12 minutes today..”

You pull the blankets up over your head and sigh again trying to shake the sleep from your head…then your heart drops into your stomach

"Ahhhh!"

The blood curdling scream that haunts your nightmares. You burst from your bed and rush towards the living room, completely forgetting your attire and the fact that the two Winchester boys are…were still sleeping in the living room.

"Uncle Dean!" Finn yells, sprinting across the living room floor.

"Finn! No!" You shout rushing towards him, but it's too late; he lands feet first in the middle of the pull out, where Dean's limp half covered body lays. Dean jumps, as Finn's body lands in the middle of him.

He grunts and coughs rolling over and sitting up, eyeing you who stands in nothing more than your old tee shirt, barely covering your butt.

"...Sorry!" You say lifting Finn off of the impressively gorgeous looking man and placing him on the floor beside you.

Sam, hearing the commotion stirs awake from his rest and tosses the blankets from his huge torso sitting up in the beaten up recliner. His bare chest and giant shoulders, glistening as he reaches over for Finn.

"Heeey, buddy!" Sam says through his sleep ridden voice.

Finn scampers over and crawls up into Sam's lap, perching himself on the large flat arm of the old tan chair.

"Oh, jeeze, watch your feet bud…" Sam says adjusting the blankets over his lap.

You curl your lips up into a tightly pinched smirk and cover your mouth realizing how exposed you are standing with your back to Dean.

"What are you guys doing here?" Finn asks in his innocent little voice.

"Uhhhg.. were, we uhhh…" Sam stutters looking from yours and Dean's face for an answer.

Dean rolls over in his spot sitting up and batting his eyes, still not sure as to what the hell is going on around him.

"Uncle Sam and Dean are just in town on business, so they stopped by to say hello!" You lie coyly through your best mom face.

Finns face peers up at you with a slight scowl.

"Why can't they ever visit when I'm not in school?" He asks with a frown.

"Uncle Sam and Dean's work is everyday, buddy.” You try to console the sad little face peering up at you. “They don’t get weekends and vacations like you do..." You add, turning on your feet to head towards the kitchen. You grab a pillow from Dean's bed and playfully smack him with it as you walk by.

"Why don't you go get dressed and let Uncle Sam and Dean clean up the living room. You call over your shoulder heading towards the kitchen.

You turn the faucet on, and dump the coffee grounds from the day before. You hear Finn's footsteps putter back up the hall and hear the groans of the men stirring.

"You guys got about 90 seconds to make yourself decent before he's back out here…" you call from the kitchen.

The water trickles into the dingy coffee maker and you grab the hand towel nearby, eyeing the many empty beer bottles placed on the counter..

"..We're decent.." You hear Dean argue in a slurred groan.

"Mmmm… I'm sure.." You mumble to yourself through a smile, tossing handfuls of empties into the recycling.

They clink against each other and you hang the hand towel back up on the slim metal rack before shutting the cabinet door.

"...More decent that you are…’mommy’…" a deep growl of a voice echoes from behind you.

Spinning around, you see Dean standing in the kitchen doorway in his jeans and Grey t shirt; his hair messed a bit from sleeping. You scowl at him backing up against the kitchen sink and flash him a sarcastic smirk.

"Sorry, I was too busy saving your.. ‘pitched tents’ from major injury…" you tell him, biting back a cackle. "...my bad!" You snicker.

He looks you up and down leaning against the wooden doorway with a thick smirk on his face. Crossing his arms, he allows his eyes to linger up and down your long legs. You spin around choking on your laughter a bit and reach up on your toes towards the cabinets quickly realizing your oversized tee... is not over sized enough. You lower yourself back down, inching carefully towards him before standing directly between him and the small space between him and the door frame.

"...Cups are up there.." You tell him, reaching up and ruffling his bed head. “..Help yourself.."

You mutter quickly walking behind the back of the couch by Sam who's buttoning up his flannel.

You hear Dean mutter something under his breath, as you pass by Finn in the hall who's proudly wearing a superman cape over his ninja turtle housecoat.

"Is she wearing pants?!" Sam asks surprised.

"Nah..nope.." Dean answers before he's greeted by Finn's wonderful outfit choice.

You pop a pair of loose Nike shorts on and fly back out past the couch again. Dean still propped up against the doorway of the kitchen.

"You make a better door than a window.." you tell him, slipping again between him and the wooden frame.

He snickers but says nothing else as you reach into the freezer and pluck a couple frozen Waffles from the box. You plug the toaster in and drop them down into the metal slats before pressing down the handle. Out in the living room you hear the giant plastic tote of action figures; crash onto the floor.

"Finn!" You sigh heavily, reaching up in the cabinets for three mugs. "You need to make sure to clean all those up before school today, hear me?"

You grab the still dripping coffee pot and pour the mugs full. A small 'mmmhmm' coming from the living room as you wipe up the coffee splatter. You hand Dean his brimming cup of black coffee and grab the cream from the fridge adding a dash to yours and Sam's mug.

"Uhg, thanks..Y/N…you didn’t have to do..." Sam says with a slight smile as you hand him his mug.

You sip eagerly from your own cup and swipe your pack of cigs off the coffee table from last night, shooting him a knowing look. He smiles and nods as you pop a cigarette between your lips and peer around the living room for the remote you tossed in Sam's lap. He nods with a grunt through his mouthful of coffee and reaches beside the recliner, handing the small black TV control to you.

"Thanks!"

You aim it at the small screen and flash on Finns current favorite Netflix show. You swipe the butt out of your mouth and step over towards Finn who's all too busy with ‘Thor’ at the moment.

"Keep it down, babe. It’s still early for Uncle Sam and Dean, okay?" You tell him, pressing a kiss on the top of his golden brown hair.

He nods and begins clashing the plastic action figure into an unwilling opponent and you pop the butt back in your mouth. You realize once again your without a lighter;

"Fuck!" You blurt out.

"That's a bad word, mommy." Finn tells you plainly.

"Yes, it is baby, I'm sorry.." You rush back towards the kitchen where Dean has moved enough out of the way of the door and light the propane stove. It ticks a few times before igniting and you crane your head down towards the flame inhaling to light your cigarette on the hot blue wave.

"Yeah…that seems safe.." Dean sarcastically remarks watching you.

He takes a long sip of coffee and you remember the Waffles in the toaster. As if on instinct; they pop up and you grab a plastic superhero plate from the clean dish rack and plop the Waffles onto the plate. Along with a cup of apple juice and the smallest fork you can find in the utensil drawer; you place them at the table and call over to Finn for breakfast.

Finley darts through the kitchen with Iron man and Thor battling midair. He scoots sideways into his seat, making sure to prop them up and watch him as he eats.

You turn towards the counter, cigarette in hand gulping back the rest of your coffee and pour another cup.

"Mommy!"

"Right, syrup…"

You turn back towards the fridge and grasp onto the sticky bottle of 'real Vermont syrup' clanking it onto the table next to Finn.

"Not too much!" You remind him as you strut back out of the kitchen.

Dean takes a seat at the kitchen table with Finn and you hear a muffled; "Whoa buddy, that's enough..don't ya think?"

Sam folds the bedding up and meets your eye.

"Oh, don't worry about that!" You tell him, taking a long puff. "I gotta throw it in the wash first."

You hold the cigarette between your teeth and reach out over Dean's pull out filling your arms with the mismatched linens. Sam hesitantly hands you the 'neatly folded' sheet and you smile through your cigarette.

"You guys hungry?" You ask as you exhale making your way up towards the hall, throwing the pile of laundry in your arms onto the floor in front of the washing machine.

"Uhhh, no were…were fine, thanks Y/N.." Sam says shyly.

"I got more poptarts." You say walking back out to the living room.

Sam chuckles a bit, shaking his head; you both turn towards the kitchen hearing Dean's chair screech against the floor as he hears you mention 'pop tarts'.

"Well…I'm fine.." Sam adds with a chuckle.

You take a final long puff from your L&M and snuff it out in the ashtray.

"Sorry Sam, I'd make you an omelet or something if I had the time.." You tell him apologetically.

You stop for a moment, crossing your arms and stare up at the tall man before you; taking in all the little details you remember…

His brown hair framing his face, his eyebrows flustered up when he talks, his little thin lips puckered as he listens to you speak, and the faint stubble trying desperately to grow in around his mouth and chin. He's got a few more pronounced wrinkles around his eyes and mouth, but other than that all you can see is the man you once fell in love with.

Sam's eyes dart back and forth as his smile falls away from his face then reappears again.

"It's fine, seriously Y/N..were fine."

He tries to meet your eye, showing his sincerity.

"Fine, and dandy!" Dean mutters loudly through a mouthful of pop tarts from the kitchen.

Both you and Sam laugh a bit hearing Dean in the other room. Sam clears his throat a bit and sets his mug down on the coffee table and exhales with a slight rock in his step before meeting your eyes again.

“Well you look, uh, good.. Been taking care of yourself?” he asks hesitantly, stuffing his hands down into his jeans pockets.

You pause a moment, craning your head to the side a bit as you watch him shift uncomfortably.

“...Trying to..” You tell him with a playful scoff.

He smiles and meets your eyes again for a moment, before shifting away quickly. You sigh and turn your face down to the floor, spying his hands anxiously fidgeting within his pockets. You look back up holding your gaze on him for a moment.

“You don’t gotta be nervous Sam…” you tell him, shaking your head a bit. “...It's just me…”

He scoffs with a quick smirk, plucking his hands out from his pockets and planting them firmly at his waist. Finally he sighs and meets your look, without darting in different directions.

“You look good too, Sam. I’m glad to see it..” You add still watching him from your spot.

You sigh and shake your head a bit glancing at the clock on the wall beside the door.

"Shit!” You gasp frantically, “I gotta hop in the shower!"

"Bad word mommy!" Finn reminds you from the kitchen.

"You're right, I'm sorry baby!" You call trailing back down the hallway.

“Help yourselves to whatever!” You call out down the hall, spinning the dial of the shower on.

~~~~

Some time later you dash back out towards the living room, your hair flung up in a towel. You pick up Finn's sticky Waffles plate and drop it into the sink before grabbing a third cup of coffee. …Or you would have, but you spy the empty pot instead.

You dump the dripping coffee grounds into the trash, and start a new pot before dashing back out to the living room for your pack of cigarettes. Finn sits on the floor in front of Dean and Sam who are both fully dressed now and sipping their coffee.

"Sorry…" Dean calls from behind his mug. "...didn't mean to finish it on you."

"It's fine, I'm making a new pot.." You say reaching down between the couch cushions for your lost lighter.

Dean takes a long dramatic sip with a long smack at the end and Sam chuckles in his seat, clearly amused with the cartoons playing on the TV.

"Oh here.." Dean says, patting himself up searching for something in his jacket.

He extends his hand out, with his treasured vintage zippo extended towards you.

"Oh…thanks, but.." You stand before him with your finally recovered; plastic pink lighter in hand.

You light your cigarette and pull down the towel from your head marching back off towards your bedroom.

"Finn, try and use the bathroom before we go, please!" You shout from your room. “And change…you cant wear pjs to school!”

You slick some mascara on your lashes and dollop your armpits in some cheap ladies antiperspirant. You smear on some chapstick and brush through your hair just in time for Finn to appear at your doorway; eager and ready for the day as usual. You crouch down a bit, and plant a big sloppy kiss on his cheek before ruffling his hair into place.

"Alright, you ready!?" You ask gleefully.

Back out towards the living room yet again you snatch Finn's lunchbox and stuff a snack pack, some knock off veggie chips, an apple, and a tiny water bottle into the black and yellow batman lunch box.

Sam and Dean stand, looking towards you as you throw your purse over your shoulder and step into your flip flops. You help Finn with his backpack and turn back to face the two men.

"I'll be back in like 30..." You say, remembering to grab your pack of cigarettes and lighter off the coffee table.

"Y/N…do you…is there anything we can do?..."

"No you're fine, I'll be right back!" You tell them frantically, peering down at your phone.

Sam elbows Dean, who tries to hold back the scoff, turning towards you.

"..I can take the kid.." Dean says as he clears his throat.

"...In ‘baby’!?" You ask with a snicker.

They peer out the window, then back towards each other.

"..No, we'll be fine, don't worry about it." You tell them again.

They both sigh and you turn towards the door ushering Finn out.

"Y/N, we can help, just tell us what to do.." Sam says calmly in his reassuring tone.

The door is only ajar when you stop; sighing a deep breath before closing your eyes for a quick moment.

"Okay, fine.. go do the…dishes or something.." You reply before shutting the door behind you.

"Dude, I don't remember her being this…this.."

"Give her a break, Dean." Sam says with a long exhale. "She's a mom, now, and, …she's doing the best she can.."

~~~~

You bite your lip sitting at the red traffic light watching the clock tick onward in the dash.

"Come on…Friday…you can do this.." You mumble under your breath through a deep sigh.

You dig your nails into the back of the pleather steering wheel as you sit agitated in your seat.

"Mom?" Finn asks from the back seat.

"Yeah, bud?" You reply, peering towards him in the rear view.

"...where's my homework folder?"

You roll your eyes as another deep breath courses through you.

"..probably on the kitchen floor where you left it…" You reply regrettably.

The light finally blinks green and you roll out through the intersection. The crossing guard waves you on into the line up beside the school, and you park the car before jumping out and opening the back door for Finn.

"It's alright, it's Friday we'll get your homework to Mrs. Barnes Monday morning, okay?"

Finn hops out with a frown on his face. You straighten his hair once again and help him loop his arms through the straps of his backpack. You kneel down eye level to him and peer up into his bright little blue eyes.

"It's Friday!" You cheer quietly to him.

He casts you a small, meek smile.

“Mom, can I stay with you this weekend?” Finn asks with a slight heartbreaking frown.

“No, babe, it's daddy's weekend, you know that..” You tell him apologetically.

“Just tonight then?” he pleads. “Just to say bye to Uncle Sam and Dean?”

You sigh, unable to give him an answer you or he wants to hear.

“Please?”

You bite back your bottom lip peering up into his sad little blue eyes.

“...We’ll see them again. We always do..” you huff in a regrettable tone.

“It’s not fair!” Finn protests angrily. “Why does dad have to ruin everything!?”

“Hey, come on…it’s not his fault…”

You stand back up pecking a kiss on top of his head and usher him down the sidewalk towards the front of the school.

"I'll see you Sunday!" You call cheerfully, as he angrily strides towards the front door.

You stand with your arms crossed watching, making sure he disappears between the two giant blue doors before you allow your gaze to drop.

You sigh as you regrettably sulk back towards the car, recalling what you told him; ‘we’ll see them again..’ hopefully…

You shake the thought from your head. The sun is already beating down at full force under the bright blue skies as you pluck the doors handle and seat yourself against the driver's seat. You turn the key and flip the AC on; its cool air blasts against your face as you shift the car into reverse. You back out and head towards the wretched red light that never allows you a free pass. You stare off into the opposite direction of traffic and wait patiently; when your phone rings. You fish around in the passenger side seat for the vibrating brick and click the green answer button.

"Hello?..."

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moonlight-rider25 · 11 months

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Gimme, Gimme, Gimme..

..A Winchester boys series, featuring you as the reader, Sam and Dean?..

..Hunting cases together...

...angsty backstory...

..You can pick who you end up with...

What do you think?

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I laughed way too hard

Peak comedy, this show is a comedy.

#the last kingdom #uhtred of bebbanburg #uhtred #uhtred ragnarsson #the last kingdom uhtred #uhtred the last kingdom #alexander dreymon #fanfic #tlk uhtred #tlk #finan tlk #tlk finan #finnan #finan the agile #hild #hild tlk #tlk spoilers #tlk season 5

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Saint among Sinners

Chapter 7, in the Eadiths lady series.

Word count: 3344

Warnings: Your guess is as good as mine

Read chapter 6 “Spill the beans’ leading up to this chapter...

Uhtred strokes your cheek where your tear has fallen. You grasp his hand and lean your cheek softly against his huge weather palm.

“Please?” You ask again.

He casts his gaze down to his hand wrapped around yours and chuckles quietly to himself. He leans in against you, pressing his forehead to yours and you breathe in his safe familiar scent. You caress his cheek tenderly and peer into his blue sparkling eyes glimmering back at you. He slowly turns his head away from you and peers down at his lap.

“First…I need to know...” He says quietly avoiding your look.

Your heart quakes in your chest, you try desperately to remain calm as the butterflies in your belly begin to bounce around. He looks up to you with a wide grin. Your eyes light up waiting to hear what he's to say.

“...How come you're so good at this, faking an ailment thing?” He asks, unable to keep his face even any longer.

You exhale heavily and laugh wholeheartedly at his remark.

“Believe me, twas not an easy task!” You giggle.

You sit vibrating with laughter for a moment. He looks from your eyes back to your hand in his, laughter still thick in both your throats.

Once you’ve finally settled, you squeeze his palm a bit and try to look him seriously in the eye.

“So?.. Do we have a deal, my Lord?” You ask him plainly, trying not to show too much eagerness on your face.

“…I suppose I could sacrifice…. a day or two?” He asks sarcastically.

You giggle loudly at his remark. Clasping your hand over your mouth so as to not draw attention to you.

“Three?!” He teases dramatically looking back to you.

His big hand comes down upon yours, grasping your hand now between his. He stokes tiny circles around your knuckles and smiles madly.

“Longer!?” He asks with a snicker. “Please tell me, how long, woman?!” he chuckles, leaning playfully against you.

He brings your hand up to his lips and plants a tender long kiss on your knuckles where he just rubbed tiny circles. You gaze up into his stunning glimmering eyes and smile.

“As long as it takes.” you tell him.

He watches you carefully, peering deeply into your eyes as you gaze back up at him. His hand cups your chin softly and he slowly begins closing the gap between the two of you. Your eyes flutter shut and you hold your breath feeling him inch closer.

“I don’t think we have that much time..” He utters softly against your lips.

Your tender moment is quickly disrupted as you hear Eadith approaching, yelling her excitement of finding the herbs for your tea. Yours and Uhtred's eyes grow wide and you squeeze his hand tightly.

“You better be as good at this, as I am…” You whisper against him before he stands quickly pacing away from you.

“Eadith!” You call out, remembering to grasp your belly again. “Over here!”

She rushes over happily, Finan struggling to keep up with her, plops down next to you beside the tree, where Uhtred had just been.

“I’ve got it!” she hums gleefully. “All we need now is a fire, some hot water, and your belly should be good as new!”

You smile politely at her, remembering to keep your belly clasped. She spins around in her spot towards Finan, who's still huffing out of breath, and Uhtred, who's trying to hide the devilish smile dancing on his face.

“Could you two, go gather some firewood?” She pleads kindly.

Uhtred clears the laughter from his throat and smacks Finan on the back before heading off in the opposite direction.

“Of course my lady” Finan huffs, reluctantly following after Uhtred.

You sit trying to hide your own grin watching Uhtred's bad performance and quickly wipe it away as Eadith turns her attention back to you.

“You know, Eadith…I think I’m fine now, really.” You tell her.

“Nonsense!” She assures you, “I’ve got everything you need right here!” She tells you calmly, sorting through the plants from her bag.

“No Eadith!” You tell her more eagerly.

She stops and looks confused at you.

“It was just…lady troubles. That's all.”

“Oh!” she replies. “Well, in that case…” she continues happily “..We mine as well have some tea!”

~~~~~

Gathered around the fire, the day begins to drift away and the men; besides Uhtred, are visibly growing anxious. You try your best to act accordingly and Eadith tends lovingly to you, none the wiser. The fire crackles loudly and a spark drops out in front of you on the ground, you instinctively snuff it out with your shoe.

Uhtred sips water from his tin cup and meets Sihtrics eye. He swallows the sip dramatically, nodding towards him.

Sihtric watches as you do, and stands to face Uhtred.

"Lord, I believe lady Y/N is fine to travel, now's time to get moving before nightfall." He tells him in a concerned tone.

"Eh..you know Sihtric.." Uhtred begins.

The others turn their attention to him, including yourself.

"...I was thinking we might as well just make camp here for the night…" Uhtred replies stoically, peering off into the distance facing away from the group. "...Perhaps we could indulge ourselves a bit on the ale we have at hand…"

In seconds the men's faces light up meeting one another's eye, with delight painted across their faces. Finan leaps over the campfire heading towards the bags loaded up with many bottles of ale.

"I thought you'd never ask, my Lord!" Finan cackles, holding bottles up in the air.

Osferth, Sihtric, and Eadith waste no time joining Finan in dishing out the ale. You peer around the group with a satisfied smile when your eyes lock with Uhtred.

He stares in your direction, making no mind of hiding it from the others. You stare back watching and hoping the happiness you feel at this moment is also being felt by him as well. At least more so than any regret he may have; not be early on his arrival back to Wessex this time.

Eadith hands you a cup of ale and your stare with Uhtred breaks. You smile back at her as she giggles happily.

"I wonder what's gotten into him?" She says before taking a sip, gesturing towards Uhtred.

"...Who knows?.." You reply, hiding your smirk as you bring your own cup to your lips; your eyes meeting back with Uhtred who's also being handed a full cup of ale.

~~~~~

The moon looms far overhead beyond the tree leaves while the fire roars before you. The group has and still is indulging themselves with the stolen ale Finan has been able to acquire from past towns. Regardless of how it became, you're glad to have another night under the stars with the group.

Osferth, opening up from the drinks, has made himself quite comfortable beside Eadith. His arm wrapped gently around her neck as he wavers a bit back and forth listening to her as she speaks. Finan and Sihtric shout out a laugh in unison, seemingly sharing some grand story with Uhtred calmly beside them. Uhtred sits watching you from across the fire, and as if he's able to read your thoughts; looks around the group assuming they're all too intoxicated to make much note of his moment towards you.

Ale in hand, he seats himself beside you and pours you both a fresh cup. Eadith let's out a hearty cackle from beside you; you meet Uhreds look before laughing amusingly to yourselves.

"Would be ashamed to cut all this short." He says softly with a chuckle.

You nod, joining him in his amusement; watching the others.

"Hopefully Finan has enough stored away for the next few nights," he adds, taking a sip. "Otherwise we will be in a hurry…to get to the next town at least and stock up!"

You giggle madly at his words, unfortunately, drawing the attention of the others, over to the two of you in the process.

"AY!" Finan calls out from across the fire. "What are you two love birds doing over there!?"

Your heart sinks into your stomach and you feel your cheeks flush with red. Uhtred, also feeling the tension, stirs uncomfortably and turns his body towards the fire a bit.

Finan gets up and hobbles over to Eadith and Osferth. You're sure he can hear the beating in your chest as you finally exhale the lump in your throat down slowly.

Finan mocks the two entangled in each other before dramatically sitting himself blunting down between the two of them. Eadith cackles and scoots closer towards you, squishing you closer towards Uhtred. You inch carefully as Uhtred does nothing to move away… but instead, gently places his hand on your lower back. You allow yourself to enjoy the moment for a few brief seconds before turning your head toward Uhtred, and peer up lustfully at his big blue eyes. He smiles gently down at you with a smirk dancing across his face…

You both jump when Sihtric places himself on the other side of Uhtred, breathing a hot wave of ale breath on you. Finan chews thoughtfully on the end of a stick then points playfully to Eadith.

"I'm watching you!" He says sarcastically, pointing between Osferth and Eadith. The crooked circle bellows in laughter as cups are refilled; Uhtred's hand refuses to leave its spot on your back…

So badly you wish to spin your head around and grip his face between your hands and meet his lips with yours. Devouring his mouth, feeling his hot tongue against yours before pulling back and spying his brilliant blue eyes sparking down at you asking not to stop…, but instead you sit still, feeling his huge warm body so close to yours, and the soft tickle of his beard scratching at your temple. Before you can hear the words he tries to mumble, Osferth casts his hand in your direction.

"Us?!" Osferth states, still swallowing down his mouthful of ale. "What about those two?!" He says with a laugh pointing towards you and Uhtred.

You freeze, feeling your throat swell up yet again. The fear makes its way down toward your stomach.

"Can't I ask the lady if she's feeling better?" Uhtred quickly, and smoothly fibs.

His hand falling away from your back as the group seems to accept his lie well enough. The others mumble to themselves as you swallow hard, raising your cup to your mouth trying to hide the redness on your face that has formed. You try to relax again back towards Uhtred's hand but it has disappeared; not as quickly along with the knot in your stomach.

Osferth finishes his cup as Finan eagerly cheers him on.

"Now… sleep," the baby monk replies, tipping his cup upside down.

"Aw no, not yet!" You protest as eagerly as you can, trying not to sound too eager to spend more time next to Uhtred.

Sihtric drains the remains of his cup into his mouth before also agreeing and standing to join the baby monk.

"No! Come on, stay up with us!" You cry again; this time Eadith joining in your plea.

Uhtred makes no comment but begins to stand and walk towards his tent along with the others.

"Aw, forget them ladies…. They're not fun… we can have a good time just the three of us…" Finan jokes.

You and Eadith make eye contact knowing being alone with Finan in the middle of the woods is the very last thing you should be doing…

"Please!" You both beg now. "Don't go, come on, stay here!"

"And do what?" Sihtric snaps, his hands placed firmly on his waist.

You and Eadith sit quietly for a moment trying to come up with a reason…

"Oh I know!" Eadith cries out cheerfully. Let's play a game!"

Osferth strides back over the circle around the fire and seats himself, again by Finan who 'huraws' his return.

"What game?" The baby monk asks hopefully.

"Umm…" Eadith wavers a bit trying to think of one.

"Stones!" Finan pipes in.

"No, we are not playing your made up game Finan!" You tell him with a laugh.

"Oh I know!" Eadith says turning towards you. "What's that game we used to play in the field…back…when we were at…Madam Ells!?..." Eadith asks you through staggering words.

"Uhhhm…" you rack your brain trying to understand.

"Saint amongst Sinners!" She blurts out finally.

You raise an eyebrow at her and peer around the circle; clearly no one else has ever heard of the game.

Sihtric and Uhtred make their way back over and sit down around the fire as well, Uhtred much further away than before, but still beside you.

"Saint amongst Sinners? Well, clearly the Saint is baby monk..game over!" Sihtric states with a laugh.

"No, it's fun!" Eadith assures him all too gleefully. "We all go around the circle naming off ‘sins’ we've never partaken in…" She begins to inform the group.

"Oh yes, I do remember this." You add. "We all start with our hand out, palm open. One by one we all go around the circle and name something bad you’ve never done, but, believe the others may have. If you have, you close your palm and you're out for the rest of the game, but the last person with their palm open is the Saint!"

"Oh… I get it," Sihtric says plainly.

"You do?” Finan says with a straight face. “Well, could you explain it to the rest of us?" He shouts through a laugh across the circle.

"It's easy, watch, Eadith and I will start…" You tell them; sitting with your hand out palm open.

"I am a Saint, for I have never stolen…" you state.

The others copy your open hand and look blankly at each other.

"Now, if you have ever stolen, you close your palm and you're out." Eadith tells them.

She looks to Finan whose hand is still open.

"So you're out Finan, close your hand."

"Why! I've never stolen!" He argues.

"Where'd you get all this ale from?!" She asks with a cackle.

"That's not stealing…thats…its" He tries to reassure the group.

"Stealing, and you're out!" Replies Sihtric as the group roars in laughter.

"Dumb bloody game.." Finan spats sarcastically.

Eadith goes next, "I am a Saint, for I have never told a lie to my mother…"

You reluctantly close your hand and eye the circle seeing you're the only one.

"Dumb game isn't it!" Finan says with a smirk.

"How have you all never lied to your mothers?" You ask shocked, eyeing the others around the circle…

"Hard to lie to your mother when you haven't got one,” Osferth tells you apologetically.

The group roars with laughter, yet again.

~~~~~~~

After a few more rounds of the game it's clear; Osferth was in fact the leading Saint among Sinners in the group. Leading with not having laid with anyone outside of wedlock, not having shamed another publicly, and never telling a white lie… Beyond killing another being in or out of war, that round you found yourself winning. It was now Eadiths turn again, and with the ale flowing steadily she flashed you a quick devilish look and began with her hand open in the circle.

“I am the Saint among Sinners, for I have never lay beneath a blanket with Y/N..”

You’re sure the group could hear your heart slamming in your chest and you carefully eye the circle of hands before you, watching Uhtred reluctantly fold his hand closed and retract it from the view of the others.

You hold your breath in your throat as eyes grow wide meeting each other's looks, quickly followed by inaudible stammering and shouting from across the circle.

You flash Eadith a very disapproving look and try your best to be heard over all the men now shouting around the fire. Eadith, whos far too inebriated to appreciate your looks of terror, force you turn your attention to Uhtred; whose face is painted with a thick smirk as he takes a long sip of ale. You flash him a look of ‘help’ while he eyes you and downs the rest of his cup's contents.

Leading Eadith, the group begins chanting; “Uhtred, Y/N, tell us” while Uhtred and yourself grow restless in your seats.

“There's nothing to tell!” You shout desperately.

Uhtred shakes his head towards the group and lays back against his elbows on the ground. You turn your attention back to him and anticipate with a heaving heartbeat his words. His eyes avoiding yours makes your pulse increase even more..

“It just so happens…”

“It was just one time!” You interrupt him, shaking noticeable.

“...When we all thought Eadith was ill, and it was cold…we ended up under the same blanket in the horse stalls because it was cold!...”

The others ‘ohh’ and ‘ahhing’ over the lie you choose.

“It was just that once…and I’m not sure why Eadith is so adamant on forcing my hand in sharing the story seeing as she already knows…”

You flash her quick look of ‘stop it’ before adding “Who needs another drink?!”

Everyones cup raises and you quickly take the chance to lock arms with Eadith, hoist her up, and begin making your way towards the tent, to grab another stolen bottle of ale.

Eadith laughs as you guide her towards the tent flap.

“What in God's name are you doing?!” You ask in a rasped whisper.

Your heart; still beating rapidly in your chest as you cast the tent flap closed behind the two of you. She leans against the thick tree limb holding the structure secure. Laughter still in her throat, she shakes her head a bit from side to side. You pour her a cup, well knowing she doesn't need a refill and take a long sip from the long bottle neck. You wipe your mouth in disapproval and stare back at her with rage and disapproval in your eyes.

…“I told you…You're playing a very dangerous game Y/N.” she says aftering taking her own gulp from her cup.

“Eadith!” You snap coldly.

She rolls her eyes dramatically, turning her back towards you slowly, peering out from the tents flap back towards the men gathered at the fire.

“You and I were once unbreakable…” she begins with a sad tone in her voice, still staring out towards the men around the fire. “You’re like a sister to me… And still are… Or so I thought…”

You allow a heavy sigh to escape you before shaking your head. She turns back and your look has turned a bit softer now.

“...I’m not sure anymore…What I am sure of, is the secrets you’re are keeping from me these days…” Eadith says with a solemn look on her face.

“Eadith…If there was anything to tell… I would tell you…” You say slowly, before taking a long sip from the bottle. “The truth is I don’t know what to make of Uhtred and myself..”

She rolls her eyes yet again, gathering her dress ready to make her way back towards the group. You lock arms with her, carefully urging her back behind the faint barricade of the tent.

“Alright yes…some things have happened…” You tell her quietly.

She crossed her arms a bit, wavering in place balancing her cup in her crossed arms.

“I watched you slip into his tent last night…” she tells you with a look of drunken disapproval on her face.

You bite back your bottom lip unsure of what to say next. She sighs and casts her look back out towards the group, you peel back the tent flap a smidge, and peer out with her. Uhtred looks back towards the tent and smiles meeting your eye. Eadith, clearly seeing the interaction, no thanksthe lasto Uhtred, cranes her head towards you and allows the tent flap to shut.

“Alright you little Sinner…” Eadith says with a smirk. “Story time…”

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Ale House Maiden

Purely TLK sumt! Featuring reader, Finan, Sihtric, and Uhtred.

Word count: 6019

Warnings: Rated X, swearing, light bondage, unprotected sex, all the jazz...

You've been serving at the Cookham ale house for as long as you can remember; a career choice your mother thought would fit you well seeing as your greatest qualities in life were your big bosoms and your ability to flirt with any man near. She wasn't wrong; and through the years the job served you well. Especially when intoxicated men became regulars leaving handsome tips for you. A few of those regulars in more recent years were none other than Lord Uhtred and his men.

The moment they stepped through the ale house door your heart nearly leaped out of your chest. They were all devilishly handsome; their hair, their voices, their demeanor and the courageous ways they carried themselves, their huge toned bodies that towered over normal towns folk… not to mention their especially kind tips of silver. There was nothing that you loved daydreaming more, than the mere image of one of those strong men taking you in their arms and having their way with you up against the wall, or on a table, or even outside behind the ale house…

It was an especially rowdy night at the ale house, and you were nonstop from the moment its doors opened. A celebration of sorts was happening within the town and along with it, many eager paying individuals ready to celebrate by getting drunk. Your forehead damp from the hustle in the ale house, you poured several more cups full of fresh ale, gathered them in your arms and set out for the table to place them at. Squeezing your way through the crowded ale house and over a few passed out drunk on the floor, you made your way over, and set the large cups of ale down with a thud. You felt the eyes of the men heavy on you, as they usually were, while you unloaded your arms of the cool drinks.

"Is there anything else I can get you gentlemen?" You ask without looking up.

"I'll take a tall drink of you lassy!" His thick Irish accent cuts through the rowdy ale house as he speaks.

You glance up towards him, his glistening brown eyes peer up at you. You try your best to compose yourself after realizing who it is that's speaking to you; Finan. You'd know that voice anywhere. You smirk and dramatically toss your hair back behind your shoulders exposing your well rounded and exposed chest. His eyes light up, and the other men near him lean closer getting a better view.

"Make that two!" Shouts another man near Finan.

"Ayee, yer married, ya fool!" Finan teases the Dane looking man you know of as Sihtric.

You giggle to yourself and bite back your bottom lip, eyeing them dangerously.

"Perhaps after closing, darlings." You wink as you tell them flirtatiously.

A few of the other men begin cheering, hooting and whistling towards your comment but you dismiss it to natural manly behavior. You smile pleasingly and begin to depart from the table when you bump into a rather large man.

"My apologies." You say discreetly, trying to weave through the sea of men.

But he stops you. His giant rough hands on your shoulders; you stare up in disbelief before you. His piercing blue eyes stare down at you, turning your insides to goo just being so close to him.

"My lord!" You say clearing your throat.

He chuckles to himself and eyes you devilishly.

"What can I..do for you?" You ask sheepishly.

"Oh, no! No not at all.." You reassure him in a shy voice.

"Are my men giving you a hard time?" He asks with a smirk though his huge calloused hand.

You swallow hard peering into his deep blue eyes and try to maintain a steady breath. He releases your face, his thumb trailing down across your chin, he slips between you and others heading back to his table.

He releases your shoulder with one hand and traces his thumb along his bottom lip, deep in thought as his eyes trail up and down you.

"Well let me know if they do.." He says, finally; in a raspy whisper.

Stunned, you fumble your way through the crowd back to the bar and down a lonely cup of ale. You wipe your hands on your apron and begin pouring more drinks for the eager men sitting before you. Your mind spins from the events that just happened but your muscle memory kicks in and drinks are being served as usual. Men smiling and ogling over you leaving you handsome tips in the process.

He stands still for a moment still eyeing you. Then cranes his head down closer to yours and places his hand on your chin gently pulling your face towards him.

A little while later you hear the shouting of men begin to start a brawl in the middle of the ale house; you roll your eyes and sigh looking around to see if anyone is breaking it up. Of course per usual, the onlookers are doing no such thing; other than shouting them on, and encouraging the behavior. You toss your arms full of ale onto the closest table and rush to the center of the room. Two very drunk individuals are shoving each other around the circle of shouting men.

"Out, come on we can not have this in here!" You shout over the crowd.

Shoving your way through the formed circle of men you reach the center and see the two inebriated trouble makers.

"ENOUGH!" You try to yell louder over the noise "GET OUT, OUTSIDE WITH YOU! NOT IN HERE!" You shout louder.

You yell in pain and cover your face. You pull your hand back and see the bit of red dripping from your fingers. Your eyes wetten as you swallow the mouthful of blood. You spit on the floor and grip your white apron with shaking fists.

"STOP IT NOW!" You demand as loudly as you can. Your voice is still not heard. But instead the larger of the two is cast in your direction and his big bald head smacks into you.

"GET THE FUCK OUT YOU BASTARDS!"

Your words are of no use as the two men grasping each other by the shoulders fling one another around the circle.

The crowds yelling settles a bit as the attention has been taking from the men to you. And swiftly you see a table of men get up at once and grab the unruly men in the middle of the circle. Their presence opens a wide hole in the sea of men and they pluck the belligerent fighters from the floor and drag them outside.

A dark figure emerges from behind, casting a large shadow on you. You hear him plunk himself down at a seat by the bar without a word.

"Damnit!" You yell as you spit again.

"Sorry…I'll be right with you.." You inform them over your shoulder, still trying to steady the bleeding. Your rag finally turning less and less red, you spin around and spy Uhtred sitting at the bar waiting patiently with a handsome smile painted across his face.

You breath wavers, uncurling your clenched fists, you wipe your face again with shaky hands. Seeing more redness still forming at your lip, you storm off back to the bar and rinse your mouth a few times with some water. But the redness still remains.

You bite back your grin, trying not to wince at the pain as you eye the heroic warrior sitting so patiently watching you tend to your bloody lip.

"Oh dear", you snicker "Can I help you?" You ask, your voice full of laughter.

"Perhaps.. but I believe I should help you first." Uhtred grins and extends his arm out towards you.

You inch closer to him and he reaches out grabbing a clean rag from behind the wooden bar. He dips it in a nearby cup of ale and gently dabs it over your swollen bottom lip. You cringe at the sting and instinctively reach up clutching his huge arm.

"It's alright." He whispers to you calmly.

You release his arm and he cautiously tries to dap at your lip again, even softer this time.

"...Thank you." You tell him.

He smiles and continues to cater to your swollen lip, you can't help but stare madly into his gorgeous blue eyes, watching his two perfect pink lips turn up a little as he tends to you.

"What's your name?" He asks.

"...Y/N" you tell him faintly.

"Well, Y/N…" He allows his words to linger in the air for a moment. “You’re going to be swollen and sore for a bit but I do believe you’ll recover just fine…” A smirk turning up at the corners of his lips.

You relax against him a bit, comforted by the tone in his words. A smile spreads across your face instantly stinging your lip and flees, all too quickly.

"Thank you, my lord.. I suppose I am in your debt…"

His smirk grows into a smile.

"Please, call me Uhtred.'' He tells you with a grin. His eyes twinkle in the dim light as they peer back at you. “..Though I hate to inform you, your debt will have to be paid to my men.."

He pulls his hand away and drops the stained rag on the table before you. You cast him a look of suspicion and he laughs leaning against his elbows on the bar. His face only inches from yours; he sits peering into your eyes for a moment and it makes your mouth go dry.

"Your men?" You ask, swallowing down the harsh lump as best you can.

"Mmm, mmhmm" He hums quietly before taking a long dip of ale.

You peer around the side of Uhtred's head and spy Finan and Sihtric standing watching you from a distance.

"They were hoping since they cast those bastards out; as you so lovely put it…" Uhtred places his ale cup back down on the table. "...That you would make good on your promise…" He says with a mischievous smirk.

Your eyes peer back towards the incredible handsome man addressing you.

"What promi…."

Your face fills with redness and you feel the heat rising in your chest. Uhtreds stares at you with a charming and equally malicious look as you come to the realization.

You run your hand through your hair and take a long sip of Uhtred's ale holding it in your mouth wondering how you landed yourself in such a spot. If only all things were as easy to conjure if only by daydreams and imaginings.

"Your men?" You ask after a large gulp.

"Mmm"

"Sihtric, and Finan?" You take another large gulp of the ale.

"Mmmmhmm."

"Wish me to bed!?"

Uhtred casts his look down towards the table and you finish his remaining ale in his cup for him. He shakes his head and looks back up grinning ear to ear at you.

You pour another full cup of ale for Uhtred and grab another for yourself as well, gulping its coolness down in disbelief.

"...I can't disagree with them." He says, shaking his head again.

"No?" You ask him, bringing the cup to your lips again.

"Why do you sound so surprised?.." he asks, staring back at you. "You’re beautiful, tough,…bonnie, as Finan would say." He chuckles as the words escape him.

Uhtred leans back in his seat and taps lightly on the table.

"Well…" you say before taking another long sip.

His face is soft but still smiling and you can't help but stare back into his delicious blue eyes.

"..Well?" Uhtred asks in a smooth mysterious voice.

"No, I can't.."

"...Well they're going to have to wait till I shut down the house.." You tell him with a sly smile, reminded by the stinging of your lip instantly.

You place your cup down by his hand and allow your fingers to graze past his huge calloused knuckles. He grabs your hand and pulls you closer toward him in a smooth, gentle motion.

"We'll be back then.." He says only inches from your face.

He releases you and stands gesturing to the others before heading out the door. Finan and Sihtric keep their eyes on you till the last second before disappearing into the darkness.

"And no more brawls tonight!" Uhtred calls out over his shoulder before disappearing along with them.

You slump down behind the bar and clutch your chest. Your head whizzing in every direction. (What on earth have I gotten myself into...)

*******************************

The rest of the night spirals by in a furry. You do your best to keep your focus on the tasks at hand, but it's nearly impossible to keep calm knowing what's in store for the end of the night. You keep replaying the conversation in your mind wondering if it was all just a bluff, then your heart drops out of your stomach thinking about standing and waiting for no one in the darkness after you lock the ale house up. Drink after drink floats from the bar by your hands and before you know it, the bar has died down. You try your best to cast the rest of the men out and tidy up the few remaining cups from the tables. Your mind is almost at ease before you hear the door open and footsteps entering.

You turn and see them standing and watching you; lust and wonder heavy in their eyes. You clear your throat and dump the cups into a pail. Sihtric and Finan stride towards you and lean up against the bar.; slick smirks on their face as they eye you devilishly. Uhtred appears from behind them, his arms crossed and not so impressed looking. You swallow hard meeting his eye.

"Why the long face?" You ask leaning forward against the wooden bar on your elbows.

Finan and Sihtric carefully watch your movements and seem to be pleased.

You allow your hips to dip and dance for their amusement and you hear the two whistle and hoot in response. Uhtred, clearly unamused by their comments, slams his fist upon a nearby table, and you spin around startled.

"Well, come boys…" you tell them, waltzing out from behind the bar and towards the back rooms of the house.

"She is a lady and will be treated like so!" He commands them in a deep low voice.

Uhtred smirks but says nothing.

You feel the smile creeping up across your lips and bite it back.

The men look at you, and you point them in the direction down the hall.

"Second room on the left.." You tell them.

They skitter away eagerly and you turn your head back to Uhtred. He inches closer gripping at your waist.

"You don’t have to do this, you know..." He tells you quietly.

He shakes his head a bit, the smirk emerging at the corners of his lips. You roll your eyes, leaning in against him, playing with the straps on his chest.

“Is that a hint of jealousy I detect in your voice?” You ask him with a giggle.

" ..I would.." you pause staring up towards him wondering if you should utter the words on your tongue. He returns the mournful look towards you and you swallow hard trying to gather the words once again.

You suck a deep breath in and exhale with a sly grin on your face.

"...I would gladly take you over those two, anyday…" you tell him quietly.

He grips your hand in his and brings it to his mouth pressing a soft kiss on it. You pull your hand away and replace it with your own lips. The touch instantly hurts your lip from earlier. Uhtred pulls back gently feeling your swollen lip graze against his. You peer up into his glimmering blue eyes and he watches as your chest rises and falls with each deep breath. You reach up and pull his head closer, colliding your lips together again, regardless of the pain it's causing you. He pecks gentle kisses on you at first. Being mindful of your swollen lip, but before long, has his mouth enraged upon yours. His tongue tangles with yours as you moan into him.

His hands slide up your sides gripping the ties of your dress before unlacing the back and prying it from your body. You gasp against him and he pulls his head back taking in the view of your naked chest as he peels your dress down over you. He chuckles under his breath and licks his lips before pulling you back towards him; sucking and kissing at your neck and shoulders. You wrap your hands around his neck and moan softly against him as your core quivers from his touch.

He breaks his mouth from your chest and spins you around. Tightly held in his arms against him you feel his hard eager cock pressing gently against your ass. He unties the rest of the ribbons down your back and allows your dress to fall to the ground. He presses hot wet kisses over your bare shoulders. You reach up entwining your hand in his hair; his hands come out from behind cupping and groping at your tits. He spins you back around and looks you up and down in your nakedness. His hand winds down over your bare ass, and he pulls your thigh up around him. His fingers graze against your wet core and he snickers watching you groan and pant at his touch.

"Go settle their needs…" He tells you, his fingers edging into your wet core.

You groan against him as you feel his warm blunt fingers slide inside you for a brief moment.

You meet his eye and smile brightly at him, he places you softly down on the ground unwrapping yourself from him and smacks your ass as you stumble down the hall before him.

“..Keep that for me, yeah?”

Your legs wobbly as you make your way down the dark hall; a grand grin painted across your face. You wrap lightly on the door and Finan opens it with a lustful smile. He swings the door open and pulls you in admiring your body. You swallow hard and he takes your hand gently in his. You stand naked in between the two tall muscular men, they've striped their outer clothes off but only you stand naked between them.

“But that mouth…” he tells you in a whisper, then pecks a small gentle kiss on your lips.

Sihtrics fingers trace long gentle strokes down your shoulders followed by light wet kisses. He grips your hips firmly and grasps at your naked perky ass. Finan stands a few steps back, enjoying the view. You smile flirtatiously at him, enjoying Sihtrics mouth; hot and eager upon your sensitive skin. You bite back a gasp as Sihtric presses himself against you forcefully, his hands slither out from behind you and go in opposite directions. One up to cup your breast and the other down between your legs at your wet core.

Sihtric mumbles low against your ear.

“She's ready for us, already.” he informs Finan with a chuckle.

Finans tongue darts out of his mouth and licks his lips. You meet his eyes and gleam at him, allowing Sihtric mouth to caress down your neck and shoulder. Finan shifts in place and swiftly removes his thin shirt swiftly up over his head. His chest speckled in hair gleams with a thin layer of sweat and he tosses his shirt to the side watching you. His arms flexing as he does and you giggle quietly watching him with a smirk. Finan smiles back at you and makes sure your watching him while he tugs at his waistband. His cock stands protruding against the thin layer of fabric. He pulls his pants taunt against himself and thrusts dramatically in your direction before smiling and reaching his hand down into the thin layer of fabric against his hard cock.

Finan sucks a deep inhale in and meets your eye, while his hand in his waistband strokes his hard cock slowly.

“Oh no,” Sihtric purrs seductively in your ear. “He likes to watch…”

“Ay I think she also likes to watch…” Finan says in a low husky tone.

Sihtrics fingers creep down between your legs and make small quick circles around your swollen mound. You groan quietly, instinctively reaching out towards Finan, but Sihtric keeps you in his grasp.

Sihtric cups your ass and you instinctively jump up into his arms. He engulfs your nipples with his mouth and you let a low moan escape you. He sucks and laps eagerly at your chest, backing you towards a tall standing workbench and places you carefully on it. His mouth swiftly moves down the front of your body and you tangle your fingers into his hair as he makes his way slowly down between your legs. You lean back against the cold bare wall, arching your core towards him and he moans happily nipping at your thighs. You watch as Finan admires the sight of your bare chest rising and falling rapidly.

“..Can’t disappoint him now can we?” You giggle against Sihtrics' neck.

Sihtric begins slowly at first, licking soft laps at your wet core. You moan against him pulling at his head, but he takes his time and builds you up slowly. You feel his warm soft tongue dart out and drag across your sensitive clit and gasp. He reaches up with a hand and begins tracing tiny quick circles around your bud. Lapping and sucking gently around his fingers. You pant against him, eagerly trying to edge him on to move harder or faster. Finan is busy at work in his pants, breathing heavily as he watches you enjoy Sihtric.

You flash Finan a devilish smile and turn yourself around against Sihtric. His arms caging you as he takes in the view of your nakedness.

You feel Sihtric smile against your wet throbbing core; and he stops. He rises up meeting your face, his hand still circling your eager clit. He presses his hard cock springing from his pants against your wet entrance and you wrap your arms around his neck desperately trying to encourage him towards you. He snickers, then plunges his fingers in between your wet aching walls and you cry out against him.

“She's ready for you.” Sihtric laughs over his shoulder.

Your eyes burst open as his touch escapes you. Sihtric is quickly replaced by Finan approaching you. His gleaming chest rising and falling as he places his hands firmly against your thighs. You pant against him and he grabs a handful of your hair, snapping your head back staring deeply into your eyes.

“Easy there kitten,” Finan whispers. “We're just getting started…”

His huge rough fingers dance across your wet mound swirling and rubbing against your already so sensitive clit. He reaches his hand up and sucks your wetness from his fingers. You swallow a heavy moan down your throat watching him eye you viciously as he does. He releases your head, grabbing at your ass and scooting you towards the edge closer to him. You buck towards him feeling his hard cock press gently into your thigh. He cups your face, keeping your eyes set on his.

“You have very beautiful eyes, my lady” He tells you slowly. “I want to see what they look like with my cock resting deep inside you.”

You groan against him, bucking forwards still, searching for his cock with your hands, you line him up with your entrance and buck against him. His strength outweighs yours but the tip of his cock urges you to push further. You dig your fingers into his trim waist pulling at him to get closer. He beams down at you, holding himself back from you.

A low chuckle erupts from deep within him.

“We can do this all night, if you'd like…” He says with laughter dancing in his tone.

You swallow a hard dry lump down your throat and try to relax against him. He smiles devilishly and takes your hands pressing a light kiss on both of your knuckles. You watch him as he wraps a piece of rope around your wrists intricately, binding your hands together. Your breath slows a bit, he watches you carefully.

He places your bound arms around his neck onto his huge broad shoulders. Unable to do much more, you intertwine your fingers in his thick hair, tugging at it watching his eyes flutter as he growls low. He holds your jaw with one of his hands and digs his fingers into your waist with his other.

“...Behave..” He says in a low growl.

His eyes are full of lust and determination. You lick your lips, eyeing his twitching cock only inches from you. You buck towards him and he pulls out of reach. You bite your lip meeting his eyes and buck towards him again, your ass nearing the edge of the table; yet he pulls away further. You grip another handful of his thick black hair and pull harshly at it. He smiles as he groans out. You release your fist of hair and his head curls back with a grand smile on it.

“...That… is not behaving…” he tells you through a smirk.

You grasp huge handfuls of his hair with both hands this time, pulling him towards you with all your might.

“..Then give me what I want, damnit…” You breathe heavily against him.

He smiles and reaches down between your legs, watching your eyes flutter open and closed as you moan softly against him. You feel his hot tip finally at your entrance, your core aching with anticipation. You swallow hard peering back into his deep brown eyes filled with lust and he watches you carefully…presses himself ever so slowly between your sore soaking folds. You groan against him, biting at your bottom lip trying to keep your eyes open for him to watch. His face studies you carefully watching as you take him inch by inch. Finally you feel him pressed against you and you explode with a moan against him.

His face turns up into a devilish smile and he sits for a moment pressed as deep as he can be inside you. You pant against him and he pulls back a little before starting to thrust slowly and harshly against you. Your body jolts with each thrust and you moan against him, digging your fingers into his sweaty scalp as you buck towards him.

“Faster!!” you pant against him.

Your core slowly builds and twists up into a long awaiting spill.

He grunts against you, his mouth catching your neck and sucking hard against your damp sensitive skin. He grips your thighs and pounds harder against you, your moans and his grunts filling the thick air around you.

“Right there Finan!” You cry through your breathlessness. “Don’t stop!” Your walls clench tight around his cock inside you knowing your own climax is just upon you. He groans a loud moan and stops abruptly.

“No! Don’t stop!” You cry again, thrashing against him.

He pulls himself out, his cock dripping with the murky white seed. He pants watching you with a smug smile as you squirm angrily aginst him. He picks you up and you buck against him, your wetness covering him as you twist insatiable in his clutch. You pant against him and he drops you to your feet. You collapse against him, your legs tingling and unable to hold you. He steadies you carefully before unhooking your arms from around his neck and uniting your wrists. He flashes a final devilish grin before inching aside while you almost collapse completely, before grasping onto Sihtrics' now bare body taking Finans place.

Sihtrics fingers dance at your soaking core and you groan while squirming against his huge hand. He flips you around onto your stomach and gently bends you against the table. You pant against the hard wooden surface and feel his fingers trace carefully between your slick throbbing folds.

“Do it!” you demand through your breaths. “Do it now!”

You moan against the table arching your back up towards him and feel his throbbing cock as he lines up with your soaking entrance. He plunges himself deep into your wetness, you groan loudly as your body jolts against his. You brace yourself. He squeezes your ass as it jiggles against his thrusts and arch your back as he dips in and out of your aching core.

“I’ll have to personally thank all the Gods for your plump little feisty ass when I meet them” he tells you before smacking your other cheek.

He grunts as he slams wildly deep within you. You feel the waves building within you again and push harder against him with every thrust. Your breath staggers as he collides against you, he smacks his hand harshly against your ass again and you cry out against the table. Your climax builds more and more with each thrust as you moan out in pleasure. His thrusts quickly turn sporadic and ravenous as you hear him grunt from behind you.

Sihtric smacks your ass hard and you groan out.

“I’m so close!” You moan out.

Your body quivers against him and the table.

“Cum, Sihtric, cum for me!”

“Tell me to cum!” He shouts through his grunts.

He smacks your ass hard and your cry out

He slows and pulls himself out, you feel the hot seed spill out over your ass and lower back and squirm under him, your own orgasm quickly disappearing away as he pins you between himself and the table. You moan against the hard surface and pant wildly.

“Christ, tell me to cum!” He demands again.

“Fucking bastards!” You mutter to yourself, while prying your shaky body from the table.

They chuckle as they clothed themselves and you grab someone's nearby shirt before fleeing the room.

“Thank you, my lady!” Finan calls happily down the hallway after you with a laugh.

You wrap the man's shirt around you barely covering yourself and step out into the lit main room of the house. A smile grows across your face when his eyes shoot up and meet yours. He sits shirtless against a large wooden chair covered by a large fur, his blue eyes sparkling; peering back at you, his chest sculpted perfectly and his muscles bulging as he shifts restlessly in the seat.

(Fuck) you whisper to yourself as you step cautiously towards him. He extends his hand out to you and you intertwine your fingers with his as you seat yourself carefully down, straddling one of his legs and gently rubbing your wet core against his huge string thigh. He groans softly gazing at you with heavy lust filling his eyes. You lean in against him and he catches your mouth with his finger.

“...Keep that pretty little mouth for me?” he asks in a husky groan, tracing little circles around your lips with his thumb.

You reach up caressing his strong jaw in your fair little hands, and smile.

“Of course.” You answer him with a giggle.

He smiles back and pulls you against him, capturing your mouth hungrily and forcefully. You moan against him and he plucks the shirt down over your tits, his hands kneading and stroking them. You trace your hand down his toned chest to the opening in his pants. You eagerly pry at the ties concealing him and finally his huge hard cock springs free. He groans against you as you carefully grab his cock and feel him twitch slightly against you. He grasps your tiny face and his tongue invades your mouth hungry and wanting. He groans against you as you stroke him up and down.

You pry your lips from his, and quickly replace your fair little hands with your hot wet mouth. He bucks up towards you and groans happily; his huge hand gently urging your mouth down further around his throbbing cock. You moan against him, your own core pulsating and eager to feel him inside you finally bring you to your long awaited orgasm. He sucks in a sharp breath as he thrusts himself down your throat. You choke back his throbbing cock, squealing slightly and he releases his hand from you. You pop up panting and place yourself on top of him, he inches down in the chair against the fur allowing you better access to him.

You hover over him, aligning yourself with him, and he twitches his throbbing cock against your soaking entrance. You whine out and he sucks your nipple into his mouth.

“Uhtred!'' You moan as you lower yourself down on top of him.

You feel your walls quiver as they wrap eagerly around him and he squeezes his rough fingertips into your hips. He grunts and thrusts up against you, sending a shudder through your body. You grind yourself hard against him, bouncing up and down on him. You pant and groan loudly as you ride him and he thrusts with you, making your orgasm grow quickly and wildly. With each motion, you feel your stomach clenching tighter and your walls clutching faster against his cock. You dig your nails into his shoulders, riding him hard, he grunts with you and soon you feel your climax coming to a head.

“Look at me Y/N, look into my eyes.” he pants breathless against you. “I want to see your face..”

He grasps your face and pulls you down close to his, sucking at your neck and jaw.

He thrusts up against you as you come undone on top of him. He moans watching you spill over his throbbing cock and you feel him shift his pace faster. You collapse against him, panting as you come undone on top of him. He holds you carefully, still plunging deep within you, letting you ride out your high limply on top of him. You shiver and then relax against him, before he lifts you effortlessly and spins around setting you on the table. His mouth catches yours and he devours your sweet sounds as he thrusts hard and fast against your aching core. You cling against him, wrapping your legs around his waist and pant as he fills you completely again.

“Uhtred!” you cry bucking hard against him. "I'm so close!"

“Right there!” you squeal.

“Do it again” He says in a husky moan.

You grind against him and pant trying to keep your eyes open as you feel the knot inside you begin to erupt.

You reach up clutching his huge strong neck and grind against him as he plows hard against you. He carefully clutches your throat with his huge hand sending a whole new kind of sensation down to your core. You gasp quietly as he rocks in and out of you watching your eyes flutter open and closed. Another orgasm tightening up in your stomach as he bucks against you.

“Uhtred!” you squeal again.

He thrusts sporadically, finally releasing his hand from your throat and you moan out loudly. You buck up against him as the waves crash through your core again, leaving your legs tingling and your stomach uncurling. You rock against him as he moans into your bare shoulder. You feel the hot heat burst out inside you and groan happily against him. He gradually slows his pace, panting against you. You pull him back, colliding his lips with yours again. He pants heavily against you, resting his forehead to yours. After a long moment of catching his breath, he slowly pulls out; his tip dripping in cum as he leans over you panting. You reach down and grasp his twitching cock and he groans low against you. Your core throbs from pleasure and he leans down, capturing your mouth a final time with his.

“Uhtred..” You pant against him.

He smiles coyly against your lips exhaling heavily.

“...One more time?..”

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