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Masterlist

Poems📜 Drabbles📝 Fluff 🌸 Smut😈 Angst🥺 Mini-Series📖 Crack/ish🤪 Dark!fic⚠️

📝Another One Bites the Dust

📝The Boys are back in Town (Demon!Dean x Reader)

🌸The Coupon Book of Love(Dean x Reader)

🥺😈Blame The Pot Pie(Dean x Reader) I II III on hiatus

🤪Mascara and Masquerade

Red Sunflowers (Jensen x Wife!reader)

🤪🌸 Paschal Moon (Jensen x Astronomer!Reader)

🥺😈📖 Deuxième Omega Part I  Part II  Part III (Alpha!Jensen x Omega!OFC) *revamp hiatus

😈Eyes on Me (Dom!Jensen x Sub!Reader) I II III on hiatus

😈📖Rain Prologue Part I Part II Part III Part IV Undergoing reconstruction hiatus

😈🥺📖When Reality is Worse than the Lies they told Me Part I II III IV V *hiatus

📖🥺😈Restless Man Masterlist

📝The Meadow (Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader)

🥺📝Haunted (Sam Winchester x Apocalypse!Reader)

😈 Riding the Cavaletto Squarciapalle (Boyking!Sam x Reader)

🥺I’m Not Clean (alpha!Sam x Omega!reader)

😈She’s My Whip (original version) 😈She’s My Whip (Sam Winchester x Reader)-3/21 update

😈A Kiss Upon Your Shoulder (Alpha!Sam x Omega!Trouble (OFC)

😈Regina Coeli, Regina Infernum (Boyking!Sam x Reader) edited version

🥺Damage but not Broken (Sam x Apocalypse!Reader)

😈⚠️ Destroying Angels (Soulless!Sam x Hunted!Reader)

😈Happy Coincidence Chance Discovery(Sam x Piper/Jared x Piper)

😈📖Beyond Seduction (Artist!Sam x OFC!Isobella Tennant) Part I Part II Part III. Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII on hiatus

A Lace Dress -tumblr *SWBB22

La Princesse Vierge -(Pirate!Sam x Reader)

😈🥺Want me to blow your candle Mr. Padalecki (Jared x Wife!Reader)

In the Neighborhood of Lawrence (Jared x OFC)

New York•London•Austin tba

Walker-bingo ‘21

2Fast2Furious tba

😈📖Greetings from Austin (Alpha!Jensen x Alpha!Jared x Omega!OFC) Temp Hiatus

Masterlist

🥺📝 As Time Goes By

📜I Want To With You(pick a Winchester)

😈 Regina Coeli, Regina Infernum (Boyking!Sam x Reader x Knightofhell!Dean ) original version

😈Always with the Scissors (Boyking!Sam x Reader x Knightofhell!Dean)

⚠️😈Regina Coeli, Regina Infernum Masterlist

🥺😈Two Guys and the Girl from the Institution (Sam x Reader x Dean)

⚠️Frau Perchta or Krampus’s Gal-Pal is a Bitch (DeanxreaderxSam)

Not Another Winchester Christmas

Snow Globes and Forgiveness (wincest)

⚠️Winchester’s Folly Masterlist

🤪Show Me The Way To Go Home (TFW x Jaws)

*Bingos 2021

*Walker-Bingo

*J3 bingo

*spnmixedbingo

*Winchestersandbeyondbingo

*Any Fandom Goes bingo

*SPNAU bingo

*Witch!Sam bingo

*How Bad Can it Be bingo

*2022

*SPN Kink events

*Any Fandom Goes Dark Bingo

*SPNABOBINGO

*2023

Walkerverse bingo

Jacklesversebingo

*Tags are open-shoot me an ask

SPN/everything I write

Dean/Jensen

Sam/Jared

J2

Winchester Brothers

Team Free Will

Walker

Soldier Boy

Beau Arlen

Series-let me know which one/ones

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The Ranger (Part 1)

Summary: The reader is trying to enjoy her vacation in the rainy forest in her cozy cabin when an unexpected heat comes on. But things turn dangerous fast and she needs the help of a local forest ranger to get out of it. But she wasn't expecting his help to include claiming her and being her true mate. Because something isn't right and her Alpha is keeping something from her...

Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader

Word Count: 5,300ish

Warnings: language, life threatening medical situation, angst

A/N: Please enjoy this first part!

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This was not an ideal situation. You’d finally done it and taken that solo vacation in the mountains. A cozy cabin in a retreat from the world. The trees had turned already and were bare but the damp, cloudy rainy day would have been perfect to curl up by the wood fireplace and get through that stack of books you’d been meaning to.

Except your heat, your heat that’d always been on schedule since you’d started having them, was three fucking weeks early. You didn’t have any medicine besides a few pain killers meant for headaches, not dangerous cramps, and the cabin only had basics meant for allergies or a cold. You needed heat suppressants soon if you didn’t want to go into a full heat. 

Which again, wasn’t an ideal situation since you didn’t have a flippin’ mate.

You could have tried to trek back to civilization through the winding dirt road but it’d taken two hours on the way in. Two hours of intense cramps? No way were you making that drive.

“Shit,” you said, walking slowly to the service room on the lower floor of the cabin where a radio at a table sat. Because of course you wanted to vacation somewhere without people, that meant no cell service either.

A rumble of cramps passed through you, warmth flaring your insides. You gritted your teeth and grabbed the radio, turning the frequency to the ranger station listed on the sheet on the table for emergencies.

“Hello, uh, forest service? I need help,” you said, closing your eyes as pain radiated up your spine. You frowned for a moment, the radio crackling. “Hello? I-”

“This is station 327, Ranger Winchester. What’s the emergency?” asked a strong, serious voice. You bit your bottom lip as you imagined he was an Alpha, your core quivering at the idea of getting a knot. “Mam? Please respond.”

“M-My heat’s early. It’s real bad and I have no medication. I-I’m in the Vrbo cabin off route 37, Mount Dusk I think it was called. I-”

“This line is for true emergencies. Your heat being a few days early and you being an unprepared Omega is not-”

“Listen asshole,” you snarled, gasping when your stomach threatened to curl in on itself. “It’s three fucking weeks early which everyone knows isn’t normal. I need a fucking heat kit, a strong one, or a fucking knot now and since I’m out here alone, all I got is your ass. So get me my shit and-FUCK!”

You dropped the radio as you bent over, falling to your knees. Something was wrong. Heat’s didn’t come on this fast, not even when you scented your true mate.

You could hear noise through the radio but your head was thrumming, your body grateful for the cold wood floor below you. It wasn’t possible to die from a heat, was it? If you let the fever go you supposed but it took days and days for that to happen and you’d only felt crappy for an hour. Yeah, you’d be just fine. This guy would bring you medicine and you’d be fine.

Right?

You blinked open your eyes when you heard glass break. Crap, you’d passed out for who knew how long. The overwhelming scent of Alpha hit you and despite the pain, you shot upright, staring at the man in the wet raincoat as he reached his hand through the broken pane and undid the lock. He froze when he saw you, his own scent shifting subtly. A hint of fear under the surface.

“Jesus,” he mumbled, raking his eyes over your sweat drenched body. He took off his backpack, pulling out a white box and a bottle of water, cautiously setting them on the ground and sliding them over to you.

“I look that bad, huh?” you said, ripping open the box and finding the medicine you needed, knocking it back with a swig of water. 

“You’re in heat and I don’t want to be accused of doing shit I didn’t,” he said. You narrowed your eyes, hand fisting in your own shirt over your stomach. That shouldn’t have been happening still. Heat medication worked instantly. “What’s-”

You fell over again, clutching your abdomen, head spinning, body going haywire at his scent.

“Please,” you whispered, finding his hard eyes. “I’ll give you whatever you want. I-I need you to-”

“I can’t.” A wracked sob slipped past your lips as something in your broke, pain flooding every single cell. You just needed a knot and it would be bearable. He muttered to himself and quickly you were in strong arms, your own wrapping around him shakily. “I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“I’ll pay you,” you whispered, hating how that sounded but he simply carried you out in the pouring rain, the cold air helping your skin not feel so hot.

“I’m on Novi-Alpha. If I knotted you,, you’d fucking die so I’m sorry but I can’t help you like that even if I wanted to.”

“I’m gonna die from this fucking fever anyways!” you shouted as he opened the backdoor of a rugged looking jeep. 

“One’s a chance, one’s a guarantee,” he said, setting you down, your arms still clinging to him. He eyed you, forcibly grabbing your wrists and pulling them away. “You will not die, understand me? Now let me get you to a hospital.”

You reached for him but he moved away too quickly, closing the door. He ducked into the cabin to retrieve his bag before he was behind the wheel.

“Honey Dusk Hospital is aware you’re in a dangerous heat,” he said, turning the jeep around and driving down the dirt road, way faster than you had.

“Don’t kill me in a fucking car accident on the way,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut.

“This vehicle is meant for these roads, unlike your car. We’ll be on route 37 in thirty minutes, at the hospital in forty five.” You threw your head back, his musky scent filling the small space. 

“Distract me,” you breathed out. “Fuck you smell so good. If you weren’t on Novi-Alpha, I’d climb you like a fucking tree.”

“Whoa lady. Calm down-”

“Don’t lady me. We’re like the same fucking age.”

“You say fucking a lot, you realize.”

“You have your insides tearing apart and tell me you wouldn’t be cursing-” You shouted, bracing yourself against the door panel, feeling him step on the gas harder. “What the fuck is happening to me?”

“...I have an idea,” he said quietly. You flashed open your eyes, looking at his incredible scruff covered jawline, his gaze focused on the bumpy, wet road ahead. 

“What? Are you a doctor? Are-”

“No. I only know my basic medical training.” He frowned, rounding a tight corner. “It’s probably not a heat and you’re just sick.”

“I know what a heat feels like thank you very much.” You shivered violently, the ranger sighing. “What’s your name?”

“Dean Winchester. Try to rest. We’ll be there soon.”

The ranger’s suggestion to rest had, shockingly, not worked. By the time you were speeding down this small town’s streets, you were shaking so hard you literally couldn’t stop. Dean had reached back more than once as he drove with a handheld thermometer, muttering a few f-bombs to himself.

At least he wasn’t the one with a hundred and five temperature. A hundred and five and a half to be exact. You were pretty sure your heat was about to boil the fuck out of you and kill you within the next hour.

Dean said something but you didn’t hear him over your screaming. The next thing you knew he was ripping open the door and running inside a hospital with you in his arms, nearly tripping into a stretcher where a team was waiting.

“She’s fucking dying,” he said as he set you down, the team of doctors and nurses rushing you into a side room.

“You said this heat came on suddenly?” he asked Dean, someone sticking a thermometer in your ear.

“106. She’s too hot,” called out the nurse, the doctor near Dean rushing over, the team suddenly pushing you out of the room and down the hall. You were shoved through a pair of double doors into a bathroom, a silver high walled tub in the corner. 

“I got her,” said Dean, lifting you up and plunging you into an icy cold bath. You screamed as it burned your fiery skin, his hands on your shoulders forcing you to stay inside. “Look at me. Look at me.”

You couldn’t get the words out, taking in his green emerald eyes for the first time. His scent was still all around you, pine trees and vanilla beans, a cozy campfire and aged whiskey, fresh tobacco and soft linen. Your brain went fuzzy, blood pumping in your ears, thrumming in time with your heart. Was it getting slower? Your eyes were getting heavier, that was for sure. 

But he smelled so pretty, so…homey. Rugged. Yours.

“We’re losing her!” someone shouted, just as one last image of his concerned face crossed your mind.

You felt strangely…blissed out when you woke. Satisfied, like you were after being on the receiving end of a knot but also relaxed and floaty, like when you finished a heat. It wasn’t exactly a problem your heat had passed but you remembered a whole lot of pain and a high fever which wasn’t normal. 

So what the fuck had happened?

You stretched in bed and sat up, a doctor in a white coat stepping into the room with a smile.

“Y/N! Glad to see you awake. It’s been a few hours. How are you feeling?” he asked, gently taking your wrist and checking your pulse. 

“Uh, pretty good actually. I take it my heat’s gone?” He hummed, raising your arm up, feeling under your armpit.

“Yes. There’s not many cases a year but some Omegas do unfortunately have a negative reaction.” The doctor put two fingers to your bonding gland on your neck, your eyes narrowing. Why would he be feeling that? 

“What are you doing?” you asked as he pulled them back, glancing at a monitor. 

“Just checking your bond is healing.” You stared at him, the doctor glancing down with a sigh. “You don’t remember, do you? What happened before you passed out in the tub?”

“I remember being dumped in ice cold water and a whole lot of people shouting but that’s it.” 

“You didn’t pass out immediately. We determined while you were on the way here that your heat was triggered by the fact you came into contact with your true mate. Ordinarily, you would have picked up on this yourselves but your Alpha is on medication that has strong side effects. Namely, he was only vaguely aware of who you were through scent but there was no desire to mate as would be the norm. For you, unfortunately there is no recognition on a level that you’re aware of. You understandably would not know you went into heat early because of your true mate.”

You reached a hand up to your bonding gland, wide eyed when you felt…something. You flew out of bed, the doctor trying to stop you but you were quickly in the small bathroom, staring in the mirror.

“What the fuck is that!” you shouted. On your neck was a fresh, pink, bite mark. Someone had fucking claimed you. You angrily spun around, the doctor holding up his hands. “What kind of hospital is this! I’m suing the fuck out of you and this whole place!”

You caught a whiff of something…delectable, an Alpha’s scent somewhere close by. It calmed you, ever so briefly, the doctor sighing. 

“The man that brought you in-”

“The ranger guy.”

“Yes he…well he…there’s no easy way to say this. He is your true mate. Ordinarily we would have used medication to mimic your true mate’s scent but seeing as he was there…when he was told he would be able to claim…” he said as you stalked out, eye twitching. “We were losing you and receiving a claim bite from your true mate was the fastest way to bring your fever down. In emergency situations, true mates are allowed to make medical choice for you if you’re unable-”

“He wasn’t my mate then,” you growled.

“Physically, no but on a metaphysical level, yes. Frankly, the health of my patient, you, is all I care about. We’d like to observe you a few more hours before discharging.” You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes.

“So my heat is magically gone and some random dude hanging out in the hall is now my Alpha?” 

“That’s the more blunt way of putting it. We’ll send home medication to suppress your urges to mate physically. Your Alpha will be unable to knot you until he has completed his Novi-Alpha prescription.” 

“And when will that be?” you asked, tilting your head. The doctor frowned. “When?”

“...You don’t know what Novi-Alpha is prescribed for, do you. That is a discussion for you and your Alpha.” You wanted to argue but he lifted his chin. “Please let me finish my examination and determine if your heat had any consequences.”

Three hours later they finally let you leave, a white baggie in hand that held a bottle of pills you were to take once a week for the foreseeable future. There were well over a hundred inside which made you more than queasy.

What the fuck was Novi-Alpha and why did a guy that looked more than healthy need to be on it?

You frowned when you stepped outside under the covered front entrance, the ranger standing from where he sat on a bench. 

“Hey,” he said quietly. “How are you feeling?” 

“I didn’t give you permission to claim me.” His scent shifted, an edge to it you didn’t like. He narrowed his eyes, a frown growing on his otherwise handsome face. “Oh, don’t you start on that we’re true mates shit. You didn’t ask for my consent.”

“Excuse me but you were the one begging for it,” he quipped back. He took a few steps away like he was heading for the sidewalk, suddenly turning on a dime and getting in your face. He breathed heavily, clenching his jaw. “You don’t feel…this and I get that it’s my fault. I barely feel it myself. And I frankly don’t care about your consent. My mate was five minutes away from death.”

“Oh, I did not sign up for some toxic asshole,” you said, shaking your head. You took a step, Dean grabbing your wrist. He looked ready to snarl, lip curling up. 

“True mates are never, ever bad mates. Stop hating me for saving you.”

“I don’t even fucking know you. This whole situation is your damn fault in the first place.” He twitched his eye, yanking on your arm so you stepped forward. “Get off, ass-”

“I am your Alpha and I’m taking you home,” he said, tugging you along after him, your feet cold on the wet ground, socks already soaked through. 

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” you growled. Dean whipped around and in a second, you were tossed over his shoulder. “Dean! Put me down!”

“You’ll wear yourself out if you don’t calm down.” You growled, punching his back twice. You raised your fist again but felt dizzy, your hands instead gripping him tightly. “Did you listen to the doctors at all? You need to take it easy.”

“Just take me to my cabin,” you grumbled. He didn’t speak again, only grunted once when he opened the passenger door of his truck to slide you inside. You were too tired to deal with this crap. You’d go back to the cabin, sleep for a solid twelve hours and figure out this mate crap tomorrow. 

The roads were unfamiliar as Dean drove in silence, winding and twisting as he drove away from town and off a small road. It was a gravel road unlike the one to your cabin but you perked up when you saw a cabin in a small clearing after only a few minutes. 

“Uh, that’s not my cabin,” you said. Dean put the truck in park, turning it off. “I was out on Mount-”

“This is my house…our house,” he mumbled the last part. You shook your head at him, Dean rolling his eyes. “You need rest, not to sit in a car for hours. I’ll get your shit from that rental and bring it here. We’ll figure out the rest of your crap from wherever you’re from later.”

“Excuse me? We’re mates, as much as that appalls me. We make decisions like where to live together. I have a job, a life-”

“We live here. End of discussion,” he growled. His scent was raw, twitchy. There was no room for arguing. You were ready to fight back but you forced yourself to calm down. He was your true mate and as much as you hated to admit it, he had a point. True mates were never bad to one another. He wouldn’t harm you but good god was this guy protective. 

You frowned when he held up a finger to you and got out. He threw up his hood, rain coming down harder. In a flash he was at your door, picking you up bridal style and rushing you over to a covered porch. He set you down to unlock the door, flipping a light switch before he stepped back. You walked past him, surprised to find the cabin quite spacious and modern.

He disappeared behind you, returning with your white paper bag, now wet. His boots were removed and you peeled off your soaked through socks, following him slowly as he went to the open kitchen area on the right. The bag was set down, Dean moving to his fridge and taking a few things out.

It was open concept, kitchen on the right, living room on the left, a dining table in the front by the windows. There was a hallway in the back and one off the kitchen, probably leading to bedrooms and a garage. A large fireplace was nestled in the corner of the living room and you saw Dean cross into your vision, going to it to toss in a few logs. 

Honestly, it was nicer than your rental had been.

Once he had a fire going, he turned back to where you stood on the front rug, water dripping off of you. His lips pressed into a thin line, looking you up and down not like an Alpha would his Omega. No, he was being very clear. 

You were the stray that’d followed him home he hadn’t wanted. 

“I don’t have to be here,” you said when he approached, staring up at his dark eyes. “This isn’t normal. We’re supposed to be all over each other and clearly we’re not. We-”

“There’s a stew going on the stove. It’ll be ready in an hour. Just leave it alone.” He put a hand on the small of your back, walking you down to the back hall, motioning you to the last door on the left. He flipped on a light, cascading you into a cozy bedroom with soft white bedding and a dark green flannel blanket on top. 

He cleared his throat and went to a closet, pulling out a few pieces including a t shirt, hoodie, sweatpants and pair of boxer briefs. 

“You should warm up in the shower. Bathroom is right there. The laundry room is on the other side of the house, near the kitchen and garage. It’s coming down harder so it’ll take me a few hours to get to the rental and back here. You should-”

“Take it easy. Yeah, I got that.” He nodded, pausing at the bedroom door with his back to you. 

“If it’s any consolation, I’m sorry this happened to you. You don’t deserve it.” You quirked your eyebrow up.

“You’re my Alpha. We’re soulmates. I guess this is supposed to happen.” He was still, the air thick. “I…listen I know I was…I wish I’d been aware of what I’d been saying but…”

He smelled tense, his hand in a tight fist by his side. What the fuck was up with this guy?

“Whether we like it or not, we’re mates,” you said gently. “When you get off that medicine, it’ll feel different-”

“I can never get off it and I can never knot you. You’ll never feel a damn thing for me.” Then he was gone, tearing down the hall and out the front door before you could even move. 

An unpleasant shiver ran down your spine that he was right. 

Your feet moved on autopilot to the bathroom, stripping out of the wet clothes and standing in front of the nicely tiled shower. In seconds you were under hot water, cascading down your back, through your hair. Fingers reached up to your neck, rubbing over your bond.

There were no sparks or flurry in your veins. You were supposed to be able to feel Dean, feel your connection, feel his soul.

But there was nothing. All you felt was empty.

You couldn’t feel the other part of your soul and he blamed himself.

“Fuck that,” you said, quickly finishing and getting dressed in the clothes aside from the sweatpants that were too long.

You found his computer in one of the spare bedrooms, stealing it along with a notepad and pen. Out in the kitchen, you settled into a seat at the island and drew a line down the middle of the pad. One side for information about Dean, the other Novi-Alpha.

With a quick stretch, you cracked open the laptop and got to work.

Three Hours Later

It was dark by the time headlights flashed through the front windows. The computer said it was just after six thirty and you knew you were about thirty seconds away from an argument. Ah, what a wonderful way to spend your first night with your Alpha.

Out of view you heard the door leading from the garage to the house crack open, wet boots against the tile in the mudroom. 

“I’m back!” he called from around the corner. “We’ll unpack your stuff tomorrow. How was…”

Your eyes darted over to the hallway he exited from, his socked feet padding his footfalls on the woode floors that covered the rest of the house. He stared at where you had his laptop, a charger plugged into the side of the island, a stack of papers next to you, your notepad, pen, three different highlighters and a cup of coffee.

“Are…are you working?” He asked, face souring. “You should be resting. I thought you were here on vacation anyways.”

“I am and this isn’t work related.” He narrowed his eyes, not saying anything as he went to the sink on the other side of the island to wash up. 

“Did you eat yet?” You shook your head, typing some more. A heavy sigh left him. He went to a cabinet, pulling out two large bowls. “You really should have eaten something. You nearly died this morning. Your school project can wait.”

“I’m not in college,” you said, jotting down a few more notes before you saved what you’d been working on and signed out of your account. You closed the screen, watching water trail down from his wet hair and soaking his shirt collar. “Why are you wet?”

“Because there’s a thunderstorm outside. It rains here most days,” he said dryly, giving you a side glare as he walked the two bowls of stew over to the kitchen table. You cocked your head at him as you got up, Dean quickly retrieving utensils. “What?”

“You parked in the garage just now and my cabin was far enough away that you’d be dry. Where’d you stop on the way back?” He slammed the drawer shut, eye twitching. “Strike a nerve?”

“I asked you to do one thing. One thing. Rest. And y-you’re writing a research paper or some crap? Sit down and eat your damn dinner.” You would have told him off but truth be told, you were starving a bit. You took your bowl and moved it to the seat across from his, Dean angrily setting down a spoon. A few moments later, a large glass of water was in front of you and he had a bottle of beer on his placemat. Dean sat with a loud thud, shoveling a large spoonful of food into his mouth.

“Why are you wet?” you asked again, crossing your arms. 

“Why does it matter? Fucking eat.” You leaned back, Dean dropping his spoon in the bowl. “Really? This is how it’s gonna be? I’ve been nothing but nice-”

“If this is you nice then I’d hate to see you mean.” You raised your chin, picking up the spoon. “I’ve always heard alpha’s protective instincts are unmatched. You can barely feel whatever this bond is and you’re so worked up-”

“I almost watched you die today.” You closed your eyes and sighed. A small noise made you open your eyes, Dean sliding a small white box over to you. You frowned, lips parting when you saw the newest iPhone inside. “I got you a phone on the account your other one was in your pocket when you took your artic dip. I rushed to the store before they closed. That is why I’m wet. I’d never want you to feel like you’re trapped here, especially when you can’t feel our ‘whatever bond.’”

“Thank you,” you said quietly. You ate in silence, the only sounds coming from the rain on the roof, the clanking of spoons and the quiet thrum of a soft rock station in the living room.

He seemed…stressed. Maybe you should wait for the morning to bring up what you’d found.

But you didn’t get the chance when he picked up and glanced at your notepad. Green eyes scanned over the pages before he gathered up everything you’d been working on.

And tossed it straight into the fireplace.

“Hey!” you shouted, rushing over as he stopped you in your tracks. He leered down, eyes dark. “That was-”

“You will delete everything you saved on that computer. Now.”

“You can’t-” He gripped your arm tight, so hard he was shaking it.

“Do it or I will make your life hell.” He released you, spinning you around towards the computer. You didn’t believe he’d hurt you. True mates were incapable of it. But you didn’t want to tempt him anymore than you already had.

Ten minutes later, your backup was gone and after a through examination by Dean, he took the computer and tossed it into the fireplace as well.

“I know you have questions,” he said quietly, back to you as the flames danced around the melting device. “I never should have gone hiking this morning. You caught my scent in the wind and-”

“Why would you go hiking in the pouring rain? It was raining this morning too. I had my coffee under the covered porch but it was coming down like bullets. No one would be out there willingly.” He turned and faced you, eyes roaming over your body, stuck on how his boxer briefs molded to your legs.

“In another life, we could have been happy. I would have given you everything you asked for. But not this one. I will keep you safe but that is all we are. We don’t get our happy ever after until we’re both dead.”

You swallowed, stepping into the living room, stopping a few feet away. “You hurt my arm just now.”

“I know,” he said, closing his eyes. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again as long as you don’t do stupid things.”

You were getting angry again, Dean holding up his hands. “Stupid shit like try to know my new Alpha who just left me all alone? Sorry for trying to look up your damn social media. Asshole.”

Dean dropped his hands and went back to the fireplace, poking the computer with a poker, shaking his head.

“The more in the dark you are-”

“I’m a corporate forensic analyst, Dean,” you said, Dean’s shoulders stiffening. “Those notes on the computer? In that pad? Those articles? You can burn them all but it’s in my head. I don’t need the internet anymore to figure out what’s going on.”

“And what does your analysis tell you?” he grit out.

“Novi-Alpha is a cancer medication specifically for Alphas. But you don’t have it and never have. So why would an otherwise healthy Alpha take it? Well, it apparently has other uses that the public doesn’t know about…if you’re willing to live with the side effects. Side effects like knotting becoming a deadly activity to the person on the receiving end. The inability to feel your mate. Scent changes. And my personal favorite, if taken without the binding agent that’s given for cancer treatment, it changes your DNA coding without changing your DNA. Apparently law enforcement doesn’t want that news to get out there because it’s a bitch to catch people if they find out they can change their DNA on tests.”

You grabbed his arm and made him face you, a loud crack of thunder echoing in the room. Dean breathed calmly, eyes finding yours.

“Why are you taking medicine to change your DNA?”

“Because I did something bad, Y/N.” He got closer, pressing his chest to yours, forcing you to tilt your head. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

Fingers brushed over your cheek, thumb swiping over the curve of it slowly. “Because your true mate is a monster. And once you know the truth, you’ll want to run away…and I don’t think I’m strong enough to let you go.”

The air was thick with his scent, dark yet pleasant. Painful even. You leaned into his touch, Dean’s green eyes widening ever so slightly.

“Novi-Alpha prevents Omegas from feeling their true mate. But I know you feel me.” You closed your eyes, breathing him in. “You have to tell me the truth eventually.”

“No I don’t,” he whispered. 

“You’ll tell me,” you said, opening your eyes, Dean’s hand sliding down to your mark. “Because I’m in danger if you don’t.”

He shook his head, pulling away from you. “Don’t pull that crap, Y/N. You’re safer not knowing.”

“Right. That’s why you burned everything just now.” He looked up, like someone else would magically tell him what to do. “You need to protect me. It’s your job. So you have to tell me the truth, Alpha. You have to.”

He laughed quietly, running a hand through his damp hair. “Using my title to get what you want. Manipulative. Maybe you were meant for me.”

“Dean-”

“The Ranger.” You raised your eyebrows at him, Dean wandering to the dark window.

“Uh, what? This is because you’re a forest ranger?” He laughed again, crossing his arms.

“No. I do that because…it’s a pretty isolated job. Small town work.” He looked to his right, a sad smile on his face. “The Ranger. That was my name when I had a different job.”

“That’s not a name…” you said, Dean shrugging. “What’d you do when you were The Ranger?”

He smirked, meeting your curious gaze. “Have you ever killed anyone?” 

He slowly stalked back to you, tilting his head. He leaned in close, glancing at your lips. “N-No, can’t say I have.”

“Ever kill an animal?”

“I hit a squirrel with my car once. I cried all night for that.” Dean rested his forehead against yours, his scent rolling off of him in powerful waves. “D-Do you hunt animals?”

“No.” He brushed his lips to the shell of your ear, his pulse strangely calm. “Now people, that’s a different story.”

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A/N: Read Part 2 here!

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RPF Series

Jensen:

By Design

Temporary Omega

The Nanny (JanneelxOFC)

Chances (Jensen/Dean) {think French Mistake but weirder}

Our Family- (RPF/ A/B/O Fic)

Sold

Rough Start

Her Rockstar

Jared:

His Assistant

The Makeup Girl Part 1, Part 2

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Love Or Die 💜🔪

Mini Series

Paring: Dean Winchester x Female Reader (Y/N) -> story will be told mostly in Reader’s P.O.V.

Plot: Reader (Y/N) can’t stand Dean Winchester and everything about him,  but she has a secret and that is:  she’s madly in love with him. 

Inspired by the song: Can’t Hold On Forever by Laura Marano 

Part 1 - Reader’s P.O.V.

Warning: Language

I have been hunting since I was 18 (I’m 25 now) but I’ve never worked with anyone as cocky, annoying and arrogant as Dean Winchester. I started hunting with him, his younger brother Sam and my Uncle /Godfather Bobby Singer since my parents died. Uncle Bobby has been looking after me the past year and I couldn’t be more grateful. He’s always been like a father figure to me. But Dean on the other hand….was a huge pain in the ass. I couldn’t stand him, and I made it pretty well known. But… I had a secret. A secret that no one knows. I'm also unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. It all started last month, when he saved me from getting kidnapped by a witch that wanted to suck the life out of me to make her more youthful. He was so brave and took care of me, like a knight in shining armor. Since then I’ve had to hide how I felt….It wasn’t too hard to act like I didn’t have feelings, but it was at the same time. Under all that arrogance and self-confidence, he was so damn hot. He was tall, muscular (not like a body builder but his body was toned) and had short brown hair. He had a jawline so sharp and perfect that it could cut you in half. His hands were strong but also calloused, I imagined the way they would feel on my body. His lips were perfect. Looking soft, plump and kissable at the same time. I wanted to kiss them so damn much. And to top it off….he had the most amazing, perfect smile and GORGEOUS emerald green eyes. When I looked into them, I could melt like a popsicle on the 4th of July. There were days when he would be casually walking around, acting nonchalantly and I would find myself staring at him. I would snap out of it when he would say “Take a picture, sweetheart it’ll last longer.” Then I would have to fire back a snarky remark like, “In your dreams, Winchester.” And I’d roll my eyes. On the inside I was screaming, I don’t know how much longer I could keep this up.

The Next Day

We were working on a case, with a bunch of ghosts haunting this old abandoned New Orleans type esque mansion. This group of teenagers heard about it being haunted and wanted to check it out. And of course one of the girls winds up murdered. Her name was Jessica. What a bunch of idiots. Don’t they know it’s frowned upon to mess with haunted places. Anyways…while Sam and Uncle Bobby stayed behind to do research on the house, Dean and I went downtown to the police station to interview the teenagers. One of the things I loved about being a hunter was dressing up as an undercover FBI Agent. I always wore a black pencil skirt, with a white buttoned up blouse and heels. It made me feel like a bad bitch. Dean was wearing a suit and tie, which he looked so handsome in. Once we got there, the boyfriend of the girl who was killed was in an interview room. As we walked into the room, I noticed this kid was drooling over me, which Dean noticed. “Mr. Montgomery, I’m Agent Smith and this is my partner Agent Parker.” Dean said firmly while we both flashed our badges. “Alright, Mr…” I said while taking a seat at the table, trying to sound professional. Dean took a seat next to me. “Mike, you can call me Mike.” He said, interrupting and winking at me. “Okay, Mike.” I said, clearing my throat. “Why’d you go down to that haunted house?” “Look, I already talked to the cops about this. Why is the FBI questioning me now?” “We’re just doing our job Mike,” I said. “Now please, tell us what happened.” “Jess, my friends and I heard the stories about the house being haunted and we wanted to see if it was true.” He explained that when they walked through the house, they could feel the cold air around them. They heard strange noises, silent whispers, and objects flying out of nowhere. Warning them to stay away. “And don’t you think going in that house was a stupid idea?!” Dean said, shouting at him. I mean he wasn’t wrong, it was a very stupid idea. “Well - I - uh…” he said, stuttering. Dean was making him so nervous that his palms were clammy and sweat was beaming on his forehead. Mike finally looked at me and said, “I didn’t think anyone was gonna get hurt! Especially Jess.” He said. “Too little too late for that one buddy.” I said while crossing my arms. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean for this to happen. I thought it was stupid and all a joke!” He shouted “If I could take it all back I could.” He said softly, putting his hands in his face. I sighed and looked at him. I was in his shoes once. I used to believe that all this supernatural stuff was a joke, but then my parents explained to me that it’s all real. The ghosts, monsters, everything. I got up and put my hand on his shoulder, I could tell that he was being sincere. “Listen, Mike I know it’s hard not to believe this stuff, but believe me when I say this: it’s all real. And uh, I know how hard it is to lose someone you care about. It can be tough but you’ll get through it, I promise.” “Thanks Agent.” He said while flashing a smile at me. Dean cleared his throat and I removed my hand. “Okay well that’s it for today.” Dean said, and he handed out a business card to Mike. “Call us if you find anything else.” And then he rushed out of the room. “Bye,” Mike said quietly. I gave him a small smile and a quick wave before heading out the door. “What the hell was that Dean?” I said sternly while catching up to him as he walked towards the Impala. “That kid was totally giving you googly eyes, Y/N” he said, climbing in and slamming the door. Is he for real right now? “And why does it matter if he was, it’s not like I can do anything with him. He’s a teenager.” I said, going into the passenger seat. He started the engine and drove off. “It doesn’t matter. He’s 17, probably thinks more with his dick more than his mind.” “Oh and like you don’t either Dean??” I said. He looked at me coldly, gripping his hands on the steering wheel. He continued to drive down the road. “Are you jealous??” “Uhhh no, no no no.” He said, shaking his head. “Whatever Winchester.” I said, looking away from him.

And we continued our drive back to Uncle Bobby’s house in silence.

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Our Family

Our Family- (RPF/ A/B/O Fic)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18

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—  MY YOU

SUMMARY : part v of gimme half. the first valentine’s day with dean winchester and he is just absolutely adorable… for like the first half of this fic, the other half is filthy.

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, squirting, unprotected p in v

WORD COUNT : 1.9k

A/N : jung kook song title. my you is why I have the #my dean ✨ tag ☺️ I don’t know if I named the cat before, but the cat's name is Mona-Lisa now and he’s a boy! oh and happy birthday @girls-alias💓

When you got home from work you didn’t expect to open the door to your cat, Mona-Lisa, frolicking in a path of colourful rose petals leading up to your bedroom. You smiled at the sight of him as you stepped out of your heels and shoved them into the corner with your foot—next to Dean’s boots—to put away later. 

Mona-Lisa had a few red and pink petals stuck to his sharp teeth and some stuck to his soft, furry body, but he gladly accepted his fate when you picked him up in your arms. Dean was the culprit behind the romantic scene of your darkened home and it made you smile, your stomach jittery despite never really giving a damn about some stupid love holiday. 

Mona-Lisa’s cute paws rested on your shoulders and his nose nuzzled into your hair before he decided to take a bite out of your shoulder when you continued to carry him up the steps. It was a soft and playful bite for the most part, and it made you laugh.

When you got to your bedroom, where you suspected Dean was waiting for you, Mona-Lisa sprung from your arms to get through the barely-opened door. Dean had his back to the door and a lighter in his hand that he used to light one of the many candles he’d placed in your bedroom. 

“Wow, if there’s a fire, I’m suing you,” you teased with a grin, watching Dean turn around carefully to avoid stepping on Mona-Lisa—who was walking in circles around Dean’s feet with his tail up. 

Dean smiled shyly, clearly caught off guard. “Hey,” he greeted you, placing the lighter next to the candle he just lit. You walked towards him and let him wrap his arms around you while his lips pressed to the corner of your mouth. “Happy Valentine’s Day?” He shrugged, sounding a little unsure of whether or not he was supposed to say that. “Should I have asked you to be my Valentine? I- uh, I’ve never done this before,” he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. 

You cupped his flushed cheeks and brought him down for a kiss that made his shoulders drop. Dean breathed softly against your lips and melted into you. His hands moved down to your hips and they flexed over the softness of your dress before he pulled you closer to him. 

“I… I don’t think you need to ask,” you smiled, kissing him softly when he dove back in for more. 

“Then… what do you think?” He chuckled, slowly sliding his hands down to your ass. He squeezed gently and you bit your lip, hesitantly looking away from his adorably flustered face to admire his work. “I’m not being cheap,” he began to explain himself, “I was just, uh- well, I didn’t know if you were the type to want to celebrate Valentine’s Day— not that there’s anything wrong with that— and I really just did this last minute for you. You know, in case you were into this t-”

“Dean,” you interrupted his rambling with a small giggle. He exhaled and forced a laugh to convince you that he was being cool. “I love it, and.. you look so cute standing right here like this, so stop overthinking it,” you reassured him, gripping his flannel to pull him down for a longer, deeper kiss to express your gratitude. 

Dean’s hands moved lower to your thighs and you felt him bend his knees just as he titled his head, parting from your lips for a quick breath. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he lifted you in his arms, and your legs squeezed his hips. 

You buried your fingers into his hair, moaning against his mouth. His hands moved along your back, over your legs, squeezing and kneading. He moved towards the bed, stopping momentarily when his knees hit the mattress. 

He held you tight and lowered you onto the bed carefully, his lips hovering above yours. His green eyes travelled over your face and you averted your gaze as if it would stop him. Your hands slipped away from his hair, your legs fell open, and you turned your head to the side, relaxing despite the nervous thud of your heart. 

Dean’s lips latched on to your neck, his stubble scraped over your soft skin. Your eyes fell shut and you shivered. Arousal began to warm up your body and dampen your underwear. Dean nipped at your skin, pressed hot, open-mouth kisses over the skin not covered by your dress, flicked his tongue over your skin. 

“Where’d you get all this stuff?” You whispered, grabbing a handful of flower petals and candy from the bed before letting it fall back down. Dean slowly turned away from your chest with a playful laugh getting muffled against your skin. 

“I stole those roses from Poppy, or whatever her name is, two houses down. And… those are the leftover chocolates from the Halloween bucket… and… well, I always have candles just in case,” he told you, nuzzling the side of his face into your breasts. You smirked at him, but then your eyes softened when he looked up at you, his thick lashes fluttering against his freckled cheeks. 

“Hunting stuff?” You asked, sneaking your hands under his warm flannel to push it off his shoulders. Dean pushed himself off you to shrug the thick shirt off his body and you bit your lip. His t-shirt stretched tightly across his chest and his jeans did the same over his taught thighs. “Are you wearing cute Valentine’s Day lingerie underneath?” You teased, hooking your fingers on his belt loops to tug him closer between your legs.

“N-no? Should I?” He teased back, teasingly letting his fingers glide along the inside of your thighs. 

“Next time,” you murmured, pulling his belt with a pout.

“Next time,” he breathed out a laugh, undoing his belt with one hand and lifting your dress up your thighs with the other. “Are you? Wearing pink lingerie underneath?” Dean hooked his fingers under the waistband of your underwear and waited for you to respond before tugging them down.

“No,” you grinned.

“Good, I would’ve ripped it off you anyway.” And he did just that, in one swift move, your underwear tore audibly, and he threw it over to the floor carelessly. 

“Poppy’s going to kill you for damaging her roses,” you mumbled against his lips—which were stretched into a mischievous smile. Dean slowly pulled away with a few final pecks to your lips  and started going down your body, his breath puffing over your glistening cunt.

“Only if she finds out it was me,” he hummed, his warm tongue licking up from your entrance to your clit. You gasped and pressed your head deeper into the mattress, your eyes squeezing shut and your hands gripping his hair. 

Dean made you come twice, once with his thumb on your swollen clit and his tongue inside your pulsing walls, and a second time with his tongue on your clit and three of his fingers inside your used cunt. 

You whined and whimpered his name as your body convulsed and your legs shook beside his head after each orgasm. Your body couldn’t handle much more, but Dean was persistent, encouraging and comforting you. 

He paused momentarily as you caught your breath. Your head buzzed and your vision was blurry, your heart pounded in your ears, and your skin was flushed. Dean bunched your dress at your waist, your nipples were hard and sensitive from his mouth and his fingers, but goddamn, you wanted more. 

You could feel Dean’s gentle fingers on your sloppy cunt, soothingly brushing his thumb around your overstimulated clit. His tongue lapped at yours and you could taste yourself in his mouth, his lips were glossed with your release, but you didn’t care.

You weakly held his taut biceps, your nails clawed at the hard muscles as they moved with every dip of his body into you. The cotton of his t-shirt brushed against your pebbled nipples causing you to shudder and moan into his skillful mouth. 

“One more,” he murmured, sucking on your bottom lip before pushing three of his fingers back into your slick pussy. You inhaled sharply and scratched his arms when he knowingly curled his fingers into that same spot inside you over and over.

“Dammit… Dean,” you sobbed, your body tensing, head turning to the side. Your stomach fluttered with excitement despite the shake of your legs on either side of Dean’s hips and the quivering of your cunt. Dean breathed heavily above you, his chin tucked into his chest as he stared shamelessly between your legs. 

He continued to thrust his fingers into you, shallowly and precise, driven by the pornographic sound of his fingers plunging into your wet heat and the breathy sounds of pleasure you made. Your hands twisting in his shirt and you cried from how sensitive you were, only partially amused because it felt so good all at once.

Your body was overflowed with so much happiness and pleasure that you completely let go as your third orgasmed seized your body. A moan of Dean’s name caught in your throat and all that left your kiss swollen lips was a strangled sound of bliss. 

“Fuck,” Dean whispered against your jaw, his eyes fixed between your legs, “that’s right, sweetheart.” His teeth sank into your jawline and you felt him slide down between your legs. He used his tongue to lap up your release from your dripping pussy and kissed your thighs adoringly.

“I…” you exhaled, eyes opening slowly to look down at Dean between the wet mess between your legs. “Fuck, d-did I..?” You couldn’t finish the sentence as embarrassment burned at your cheeks, but Dean looked more than pleased with himself as he licked his fingers clean of your fluids. 

“Yup, and it was hot,” he smirked, which magically made you feel slightly better about squirting. Dean pulled the dress from your waist, nearly yanking it down your weak legs to join your ruined underwear on the floor. 

You sat up carefully, frowning at the wetness on the bed that Dean didn’t really care about. He pulled his shirt over his head and you imagined that you literally drooled at the sight of him and his flushed skin. It was covered in freckles and scars, and it always managed to look pretty and hot. You snapped out of your trance when he unbuttoned his jeans and started unzipping them. 

“You said one more,” you complained with a laugh, watching him slip out of bed to remove his jeans and boxers properly. You changed your mind when you saw Dean’s cock, the way it throbbed and bounced as he climbed back into bed between your legs. The wet tip was glistening with smeared precum that continued to dribble out of the slit. “…But I’m glad you lied,” you grinned, pushing Dean onto his back when you kissed him. 

“I didn’t lie…” he pouted, his dimples deepening above his lips. You tilted your head and gazed down at him with an expression of amusement on your face, your eyes glittering with internal laughter. “…I… just lost count ‘cause you’re so hot.” 

Dean smoothly slipped out from underneath you and draped himself over your back. He kissed your shoulders and lifted your hips to position his cock at your soppy entrance. You moaned instantly when he pushed himself inside you, silky skin sinking easily into your wet cunt. 

“Waffles for dinner?” He panted into your ear, the grin on his face seeping into his voice. 

“Yup,” you moaned, reaching between your legs where Dean’s fingers were toying with your sensitive clit. 

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The Girlfriend Who Remade Christmas ~ Master Post

Summary: Dean’s holiday spirit is nowhere to be found. Fed up with his Grinch-like behavior, Nicole is determined to open his heart again to the wonders of the world around them and help him find joy in the Christmas season.

Pairing: Dean x Nicole/Nico/Nic {OFC} (Established Relationship)

Warnings: Fluff; Angst; Flirting-lots of flirting (sometimes sexually suggestive); Implied smut; Language (not too over the top); A bit of canon divergence

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Word Count: TBD ~ chapter length will vary greatly.

Beta(s): @princessmisery666 and @wayward-and-worn

Credit: The stunning title cards and dividers were made by @talesmaniac89. I love them so much!!

Author’s Notes: A sixteen-part series based on my SPN Christmas bingo card. Each square will tie into an overarching storyline. I will tag my Love Me Some Pie tag list (tagged for all Dean-centric fics). Let me know if you would like to be added. Fic titles are lyrics from songs that apply specifically to the square prompt or spirit of the story for that square. 

Part One ~ A Bad Banana

Part Two ~ See What the Time's Done

Part Three ~ Hail the New

Part Four ~ Sweetest Things

Part Five ~ Let Me Show You

Part Six ~ Take the Freeway Down

Part Seven ~ We Three Kings of Everything, Jack and Johnny, and Jim Beam

Part Eight ~ Fancy Ties n' Granny's Pies

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@jackles010378. Jared is a big softy, he gives the best hugs to. They are truly best friends and I wanted to portray that, thank you for liking it. I love doing one shots like these, ❤️❤️

Ok Jared fans here's a little fluffy stuff, at work tonight so they are just coming at me.

"Daddy's Promise"

Jared Padalecki paced back and forth in his trailer, anxiety gnawing at him. He had been away for weeks, filming on the other side of the country, and today was supposed to be his daughter's first birthday. He'd promised Y/N he'd be there, but the flights were all full, and his scenes ran late. Panic set in as he realized he might not make it back in time.

Frantically, he called Y/N and pressed the "FaceTime" button. His heart sank when he saw her tear-stained face. "Hey, sweetheart, I'm so sorry. I'm trying my best to get there," he said, his voice cracking with emotion.

Y/N sniffled and wiped her tears, "Jared, it's okay. I know you're trying. We'll celebrate when you get here."

Jared's eyes welled up as he looked at the photo of his daughter on the table. "I don't want to miss her first birthday," he said, his voice trembling.

Y/N's eyes softened. "We understand, Jared. Just know that we love you, and we'll be thinking of you." She panned the camera to show their daughter, a little princess in her pink party dress, surrounded by friends and family. "Look, she's having fun. We'll record everything for you."

As the party went on, Jared did his best to stay in the loop through FaceTime, watching his daughter excitedly open gifts and blow out her first birthday candle. He couldn't help but smile through the tears as he saw her smiling and laughing.

Then, unexpectedly, the door to his trailer swung open. In walked Jensen Ackles, grinning from ear to ear. "Well, well, well, look who's missing the party," he said playfully.

Jared's eyes widened, and he could hardly believe his eyes. Jensen was there, in person, despite his busy schedule. The two friends shared a quick, heartfelt hug before they rushed to the car that would take them to the airport.

Minutes felt like hours as they raced against time, but Jared had a spark of hope. "We can make it, Jensen. We'll make it in time."

As they arrived at the party, Jared and Jensen burst through the door, creating a momentary hush among the guests. Y/N's eyes filled with tears, and she rushed to Jared, embracing him tightly. "You made it!"

Their daughter reached out her tiny arms, and Jared scooped her up, tears streaming down his face. "I promised I'd be here, sweetheart. Daddy always keeps his promises."

The party roared back to life, laughter and celebration filling the room. And amidst the chaos, Jared Padalecki held his daughter close, knowing that some promises were too important to break.

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Ok Jared fans here's a little fluffy stuff, at work tonight so they are just coming at me.

"Daddy's Promise"

Jared Padalecki paced back and forth in his trailer, anxiety gnawing at him. He had been away for weeks, filming on the other side of the country, and today was supposed to be his daughter's first birthday. He'd promised Y/N he'd be there, but the flights were all full, and his scenes ran late. Panic set in as he realized he might not make it back in time.

Frantically, he called Y/N and pressed the "FaceTime" button. His heart sank when he saw her tear-stained face. "Hey, sweetheart, I'm so sorry. I'm trying my best to get there," he said, his voice cracking with emotion.

Y/N sniffled and wiped her tears, "Jared, it's okay. I know you're trying. We'll celebrate when you get here."

Jared's eyes welled up as he looked at the photo of his daughter on the table. "I don't want to miss her first birthday," he said, his voice trembling.

Y/N's eyes softened. "We understand, Jared. Just know that we love you, and we'll be thinking of you." She panned the camera to show their daughter, a little princess in her pink party dress, surrounded by friends and family. "Look, she's having fun. We'll record everything for you."

As the party went on, Jared did his best to stay in the loop through FaceTime, watching his daughter excitedly open gifts and blow out her first birthday candle. He couldn't help but smile through the tears as he saw her smiling and laughing.

Then, unexpectedly, the door to his trailer swung open. In walked Jensen Ackles, grinning from ear to ear. "Well, well, well, look who's missing the party," he said playfully.

Jared's eyes widened, and he could hardly believe his eyes. Jensen was there, in person, despite his busy schedule. The two friends shared a quick, heartfelt hug before they rushed to the car that would take them to the airport.

Minutes felt like hours as they raced against time, but Jared had a spark of hope. "We can make it, Jensen. We'll make it in time."

As they arrived at the party, Jared and Jensen burst through the door, creating a momentary hush among the guests. Y/N's eyes filled with tears, and she rushed to Jared, embracing him tightly. "You made it!"

Their daughter reached out her tiny arms, and Jared scooped her up, tears streaming down his face. "I promised I'd be here, sweetheart. Daddy always keeps his promises."

The party roared back to life, laughter and celebration filling the room. And amidst the chaos, Jared Padalecki held his daughter close, knowing that some promises were too important to break.

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Just something to make the night better, enjoy.

Unexpected Visitor

Summary: Jensen Ackles, the actor famous for portraying Dean Winchester, finds himself in a peculiar situation when he comes home dressed as the character. Little does he know, a surprise awaits him.

Jensen Ackles had just wrapped up a long day of filming, and he couldn't wait to finally get home. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a deep, warm orange glow over the city. He parked his car and took a deep breath before stepping out.

As he approached his front door, he suddenly realized that he was still dressed in Dean Winchester's iconic attire - the black muscle shirt, jeans, and rugged boots. He'd worn the outfit for a promo earlier that day, and it had been a long shoot, making him forget to change.

Jensen chuckled to himself, thinking that it was a bit funny. He was used to fans recognizing him as Dean, but now he was actually dressed as the character in real life. He couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious as he unlocked the door and stepped inside.

To his surprise, the living room was dimly lit with a few candles, and there was a familiar silhouette standing by the window. As the figure turned around, Jensen's heart skipped a beat. It was Y/N, his beautiful wife, who he hadn't seen in weeks due to his busy schedule.

Y/N's eyes widened, taking in the sight of Jensen in Dean's attire. She couldn't stop the grin that spread across her face. "Well, well, Dean Winchester himself. What brings you here?"

Jensen smiled, stepping closer. "I guess I forgot to change out of this today."

Y/N approached him, running her fingers along the edges of the muscle shirt. "No complaints here," she whispered, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.

And in that moment, Jensen Ackles realized that sometimes, blending fiction and reality could lead to some unexpected, and very enjoyable, surprises.

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Someone Watching Over Me

Someone Watching Over Me

Pairing Dean Winchester and Y/N

So recently, I rewatched a bit of this movie and I cry every time I hear this song. It's one of my favorites and it reminded me of my mom who's up in heaven, who I miss so freaking much. So, I wanted to write a tidbit with Dean and Y/N to the lyrics of this song. I even cried writing it. Get tissues.

Title: "Someone's Watching Over Me"

Summary: After a particularly harrowing hunt that left Dean and Y/N battered and emotionally drained, they find themselves on the road, driving through the night in the Impala. The weight of their past and the uncertainty of their future weigh heavy on their minds. But as the radio plays a familiar tune, they begin to find comfort in each other's presence and the hope that someone, somewhere, is watching over them.

The night was inky black, punctuated by the occasional flicker of distant stars. Dean Winchester gripped the steering wheel of the Impala, his knuckles white, as they sped down the desolate highway. Beside him, Y/N sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window with a faraway look in her eyes.

The memory of their latest hunt lingered, a dark cloud over their heads. It had been one of those hunts that left them both battered and bruised, physically and emotionally. The pain was a constant reminder of the harsh reality they lived in. They had lost friends, faced unimaginable evil, and sometimes, it felt like there was no escape.

Dean glanced over at Y/N. She looked lost in thought, her face pale, and her eyes distant. He wanted to say something, to reassure her, but words failed him. It felt like they were teetering on the edge of despair, and he couldn't find a way to pull them back.

As the miles passed, Dean's fingers twitched on the radio dial. He absentmindedly turned it on, and a familiar song filled the car.

"I found myself today," the singer crooned, and Y/N's gaze turned to Dean. She recognized the song and its significance.

"Oh, I found myself and ran away," Y/N sang along softly, her voice tinged with sadness. The lyrics seemed to echo their current state of mind.

Dean didn't sing along, but he kept his eyes on the road and his grip steady on the wheel. The song continued, filling the Impala with its melancholy yet uplifting melody.

"But something pulled me back," Y/N sang, her voice growing stronger. "The voice of reason I forgot I had."

The car seemed to become a haven, a place where they could momentarily escape the horrors of their world. They weren't alone in their suffering. The song seemed to understand, to convey that they weren't the only ones who had faced hardship and darkness.

"All I know is you're not here to say," Y/N continued, her voice soft but steady. "What you always used to say."

The words hung in the air, unspoken but understood. Y/N glanced at Dean, and he met her gaze, the weight of their shared experiences bearing down on them.

"But it's written in the sky tonight," Y/N sang, her voice growing more determined. "So I won't give up, no, I won't break down."

Dean couldn't help but crack a small smile. Y/N's strength was a beacon of hope, a reminder that they had each other, and they were in this together.

"Sooner than it seems, life turns around," Y/N continued, her voice now filled with hope. "And I will be strong even if it all goes wrong."

Dean nodded, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. The road ahead may be uncertain, but they would face it together, just as they always had.

"When I'm standing in the dark, I'll still believe," Y/N sang passionately, her voice filled with determination. "Someone's watching over me."

The words resonated in the car, wrapping around them like a warm embrace. Dean reached over and squeezed Y/N's hand, their fingers entwined as the song played on.

It didn't matter what people said. It didn't matter how long it took. They believed in themselves and in each other. They would continue to fight, no matter how hard the battles were.

As the song reached its crescendo, Y/N and Dean sang together, their voices intertwining in a promise of resilience and love.

"So I won't give up, no, I won't break down," they sang in unison, their eyes locked on each other.

"Sooner than it seems, life turns around," they continued, their voices strong and unwavering. "And I will be strong even if it all goes wrong."

"When I'm standing in the dark, I'll still believe," they sang, their voices harmonizing perfectly. "Someone's watching over me."

The song faded, and the world outside the Impala continued to pass by. Dean and Y/N didn't have all the answers, and their journey was far from over. But in that moment, they found solace in each other's presence and the belief that someone, somewhere, was watching over them, guiding them through the darkness.

Together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead, for their bond was unbreakable, and their love was a source of strength that could conquer any evil that dared to cross their path.

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Thank you for sharing your creations with us and most importantly the pieces of you that you put into your work. It's beyond special to get even a small glimpse into your amazingly talented brains and I'm so appreciative always! It's the best kind of escape to disappear into the worlds you create through stories, moodboards, art, gifs, etc. It has helped me in so many ways and I could never properly thank you. Wishing you all a beautiful day and the best rest of the week! Always sending love, hugs and endless support! Keep kicking butt because you're awesome and you matter and I'm thankful for you! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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The Guest House - Master List

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Series Summary: Dean Winchester is going through a nasty divorce. He doesn't have much left to his name, but what he does have is his house. Leave it to his soon-to-be ex wife to find a way to even ruin that for him. Enter Y/N, who is looking to get away from life for a bit, and stumbles right into the middle of it all.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 - Sept 27

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Son of a Bitch!

Been wanting to write this for a long time now, but somehow nothing came to mind till today. just a little fluffy to get your day going. hope ya'll enjoy...

Pairing Dean and Y/N, with appearances of Uncle Sam.

Dean Winchester had faced demons, angels, and monsters of all kinds, but nothing had him more rattled than a simple piece of baby furniture. He stared at the pile of crib parts scattered across the room, frustration etched into his features. The soft melody of the song played in the background as he muttered to himself, trying to make sense of the assembly instructions. He had promised his wife, who was due any moment now, that he would have it set up in no time, that he knew what to do. So when Sam, his brother, said they needed a supply run and to check on some things in town, Y/N told him to have at it and that she hoped to see it completed when they got back.

Which brings us to now. Here he was in the nursery that they had cleaned out a few days ago to dedicate their baby to. It was very close to their room, and that's what Y/N had wanted.

"I'm gonna need someone to help me,” Dean grumbled, running a hand through his unruly hair. He looked at the crib's manual, then back at the crib, feeling utterly lost, all while singing the song that was currently playing in the background.

“SON OF A BITCH!” he grunted in true Dean fashion as he dropped the wrench on his toe.

Meanwhile, Sam and Y/N had just returned from a much-needed supply run. They exchanged worried glances as they entered the bunker, hearing Dean's stressed mutterings from a distance.

"Is Dean in trouble?" Sam asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

Y/N nodded, her heart pounding with anxiety. "It sounds like it. Let's go check on him."

They rushed to Dean's location, ready for a supernatural showdown. But what they found was far from what they expected.

Dean was still mumbling, struggling to put the crib together. There were noises of him beating things and throwing things. Sam looked at Y/N, “You stay here, just in case.”

“But if he’s in trouble, he needs me,” she replied, worried as they continued to hear him.

“I’ll make sure it's safe first. Just stay here,” Sam said with a stern warning as he prepared to face whatever it was that had Dean.

Sam walked over a little more to the open bedroom and peeked in a little with his gun at the ready. What he saw made him bite his bottom lip to keep from laughing. He motioned for Y/N to come look.

She, too, wanted to burst out laughing, but the thought of him setting up his daughter's crib was just so adorable to her that she couldn’t bring herself to tease him. The room was filled with crib parts, screws, and an assortment of tools, while the song continued to play, its lyrics perfectly capturing Dean's state of mind and mood.

"I'm gonna need someone to hold me down, son of a bitch," Dean sang along softly, not noticing Sam and Y/N's arrival.

"Dean, are you okay?" Sam finally called out.

Startled, Dean jumped, nearly dropping a piece of the crib. He looked up to see Sam and Y/N standing there, concern in their eyes.

"Sam, Y/N," Dean stammered, "I'm fine. Just trying to...assemble this damn crib, son of a bitch." He said, dropping the wrench on his toe again. “That’s going to bruise.”

“Aaww,,” Y/N said as she went over to him and side-hugged him, “You are so cute right now.”

“I’m not cute, Y/N. Cute is for teddy bears and Scooby-Doo plushies. I’m a hunter, not cute,” his face turned red.

She pinched his cheek, “But you're my kind of cute,” she said and kissed him.

“Now we see why he was saying 'son of a bitch'; the song was playing. It seems to match the mood,” Sam said as he picked up the instructions. “What, no English versions?” He looked on each side.

“No, and that’s what I was arguing with, that and this damn wrench kept falling out of my hands.”

“Well, why don’t we all figure it out together then, hmm?” Y/N said with a smile on her face.

“Sounds good to me, monsters I get, cribs I don’t,” Dean said honestly.

The lyrics of the song seemed to resonate with Dean's current struggle as he continued to wrestle with the crib parts. "Son of a b*tch, give me a drink," he muttered under his breath.

They all sat down to look at the instructions and began to decipher them. After getting halfway through, Dean sighed, wiping sweat from his brow. "This thing is more complicated than a devil's trap. I've faced scarier monsters than this crib."

Y/N and Sam shared a laugh, their initial worry fading away. Together, they joined Dean in assembling the crib, the room now echoing with frequent "son of a bitch" exclamations from Dean.

As they worked, the song continued in the background, its lyrics a humorous backdrop to their crib assembly misadventures.

In the end, they managed to put the crib together, and Dean stepped back, wiping his hands on his jeans. "Finally," he said, "I thought this thing was gonna be the death of me."

The room was filled with laughter as they admired their handiwork. The crib stood proudly in the corner, a symbol of the changing times in the lives of the Winchester brothers.

As the song played its final notes, Dean couldn't help but smile, realizing that sometimes, even the toughest hunters could be defeated by a simple piece of baby furniture.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean said one last time as he dropped the wrench again, making both Y/N and Sam laugh hysterically. "Give me a goddamn drink!"

Sam gladly handed him a drink, as Y/N laughed sweetly at her handsome hunter, it was all right with the world.

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Watching over me

Just something I came up with tonight while cleaning my apartment, I can use a hug from him right about now. This song is like my favorite of his. So don't come at me please :) jk,.. I hope you enjoy, its from "Watching Over Me,"

Jensen had always been the silent protector, watching over Y/n from the shadows. Y/n was a force of nature, fierce and independent, but even she couldn't deny the times she'd faltered, stumbling through life's challenges.

One evening, as they sat on the porch of their rustic cabin deep in the woods, the stars shimmered above them. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, and the crackling of the campfire filled the air. Jensen glanced at Y/n, their eyes locked in an unspoken connection.

"Lay it on," Y/n whispered softly, her voice carrying a hint of vulnerability.

Jensen knew what she meant. He had seen her at her weakest, those moments when she couldn't bear to talk, when the weight of the world threatened to suffocate her. He had been there, offering his silent support, even when she couldn't see it.

"Now that I can see," he replied, his voice just as soft. He had always been there, even when she didn't realize it. He had watched her navigate life's storms, always ready to step in if she needed him.

Y/n continued, "Couldn't barely talk without the will to breathe."

Jensen nodded, understanding the struggle she had faced. There had been times when words failed her, when the pain was too much to bear, but he had been there to lend her strength.

"Didn't hear the strength within your words and what they mean," Y/n admitted, her eyes glistening with emotion.

Jensen reached out, gently taking her hand in his. "You were watching over me," he said, his gaze unwavering.

They sat there, under the starlit sky, two souls connected by an unbreakable bond. Jensen had always been her silent guardian, her protector, and Y/n had finally come to realize just how deep his love and support ran.

With the lyrics echoing in their hearts, they knew that they would face whatever challenges life threw their way together. Jensen would always watch over Y/n, their love stronger than any obstacle they encountered.

And as they sat there, hand in hand, they knew that they were each other's strength, always watching over one another through the crazy pain of life, the hurt, the struggles, and the love that bound them together.

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Montana Stars

Just cute one shot between Beau Arlen and his girl, Y/N.

No warnings needed other than Beau being adorable.

Under the Montana skies, Sheriff Beau Arlen and Y/N found themselves on a date night to remember. They sat on a cozy blanket, gazing up at the starlit sky. The air was crisp, and the only sounds were the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant murmur of a nearby stream.

Beau turned to her, smiling, "Y/N, I can't believe we finally made it out here. I almost forgot how It's so peaceful."

Y/N, nestled closer to the handsome cowboy, "It's perfect, Beau. Just like you said it would be."

Just then, he reached for Y/N's hand, fingers intertwining as they continued to admire the stars.

Breaking the silence, Beau whispered, "You know, my granddaddy used to tell me stories about these stars. He said each one had a story to tell, and if you listened closely enough, you could hear it."

"Really? What kind of stories?" With curiosity, y/n looked at him.

"Well, let's see... That one," he pointed to a bright star, "he always said that's the guardian star. It watches over us and keeps us safe."

She found herself following his finger as he pointed to the star. While she gazed at the brightest one."That's beautiful, what about that one?"

Beau smirked, "Ah, that one's the mischief-maker. It's said to be responsible for all the unexpected kisses under the Montana skies."

Y/N giggled as she turned to face him. "Is that so?"

He whispered as their eyes locked on each other, "You bet. But you know, those stars have been awful quiet tonight."

Y/N felt herself blushing, "Maybe they're waiting for the right moment."

The moment was perfect, the Montana skies serving as their backdrop, and the stars, their silent witnesses. In that embrace, Beau Arlen and Y/N shared a magical night under the stars, where words weren't always necessary to convey their feelings.

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Series Masterlist - Smoke Eater

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.   

AN: "Smoke eater": a self-appointed slang term for a firefighter.

Get ready for an AU! Several SPN characters will make their appearances: Sam and John Winchester, Castiel as "Cas Novak," Ellen and Jo Harvelle, Jack Kline, Benny Lafitte, Gordon Walker, Meg Masters, Chuck Shurley, Nick (yes, even him), and more!

Series Tags/Warnings: (**18+ only!) There will be a lot of heart, a lot of fun, drama, heartbreak, protective Dean, and even a murder mystery. Rating for eventual smut, perilous situations, and other chapter-specific tags.

Chapters:

Part 1 - Class and Style

Part 2 - Lieutenant Winchester - (coming soon)

Part 3 - Got a Hold on Me

Part 4 - Rocky Road

Part 5 - Twitterpated

Part 6 - Just Casual

Part 7 - Cherry Pie & Lemon Drizzle

Part 8 - Likewise, Baby

Part 9 - Do Not Disturb

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Part 14 -

Part 15 -

Epilogue

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