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stylesparker · 8 months

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closer than friends

PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT: 5.3k

WARNINGS: season 1/2 era, friends to lovers, sweet love confession, Dean being Sam’s wingman

A/N: my first supernatural fic is finally here!!! It’s been a long while since I’ve had the motivation to write, and I’m so glad I was able to get this out and share it. Please reblog if you enjoy!! <33

"How many times are you gonna shift in your goddamn seat, woman, jesus christ." Dean glances over at you from the wheel for the fourth time, watching you rub your eyes and knock your shoulder into the side of the Impala's door again.

"It's not my fault the passenger seat isn't made for comfortable napping, Dean."

You hear Sam chuckle from over your shoulder; this makes you look back to find him comfortably nestled into the corner of the backseat with his sweatshirt tucked in the crook of his neck so he can lean against his door without discomfort.

You huff, "I don't want a word from you."

"Says the girl who called shotgun and fought for the front seat all morning."

"What did I just say?"

Dean rolls his eyes, "Okay, knock it off. We're finding a place to sleep tonight."

While Dean focuses back onto driving, you try your hardest to find a suitable position that would allow you to sleep for awhile up until you guys made it to whatever hotel you were staying in for the night. You'd like to blame the Impala for your sleep deprivation, but you've slept in it before just fine, so you know the car isn't the problem. Even though you're going on just over 36 hours of no sleep, your mind won't shut off. The events of the case you were working on for the past couple of days play like a movie in your head, reminding you of how it ended over and over again.

You swallow quite harshly, and shift in your seat again. Something soft smacks the back of your head and you whip around to see what Sam's hit you with, but it's just his sweatshirt, and he's already leaning against the side of the car like he was before, almost as if he hadn't moved at all.

You mumble out a quiet "thank you," and you don't bother to even listen for any sort of reply before you're stuffing his sweatshirt underneath your head and forcing yourself to go to sleep. It's not long before you hear Sam's soft breathing from the backseat signifying that the boy has finally fallen asleep himself. You almost gave up until you saw Dean turn down his music just a little, side-eyeing you as he looked between you and the road.

"Is that better?" He asks.

"It was fine before."

"I'll keep it like this anyway."

You hum in response, and he goes back to humming his own tune to follow along with the music. With Sam's soft breathing in the back and Dean's low humming, you finally find something else other than your mind to focus on, which ultimately leads to your eyes lulling shut and you drifting off to sleep.

When your eyes start to peel back open again, the car is stopped and there's light rain patter on the wind shield. You lift your head causing Sam's sweatshirt to lightly fall into your lap, and at the same time the door opens revealing a slightly wet Sam waiting for you.

"C'mon, we're here."

"Slow your roll, Sammy, I just woke up." Your head lolls back onto the seat, and you let your eyes close once again, forgetting about Sam who's standing in the rain waiting for you to get out.

"Alright, let's go."

You shiver and grumble a slight protest as you feel his cold hands slip underneath your body to grab you and pick you out of the Impala. He knocks the door shut as he cradles you close to his chest as to not drop you, and as he locks the car. Your ear stays smushed against his front as he carries you, allowing you to feel the soft pitter patter of his heart beating in his chest.

"What time is it?" You mumble sleepily.

"Close to ten."

"That's it?"

"Yeah." You nod, not replying this time so you can nod back off in his arms. You're back to being fast asleep once again by the time Sam reaches the room Dean picked out for you, and he tries tucking you into your bed as gently as possible so he doesn't accidentally wake you up. In the short process you only mutter something unintelligible to Sam's ears as he finishes pulling the blankets up, so he ignores it and kisses you on the forehead, bidding you a good night before he retreats back to the room he's sharing with Dean for the night.

It's much later when you're rudely roused from sleep by a nightmare; you sit up straight in the bed with your hands by your sides clawing at the sheets, your eyes wide and unfocused, much too scared to figure out where you are or how you've gotten there. It takes a second to realize you're in a motel room, and now, the sheets that were once neatly laid over your body are haphazardly thrown towards the end of the bed, practically hanging off and hitting the floor. You take a shaky deep breath in and out, taking your trembling hand and placing it over your heart in an attempt to regulate it.

After a couple minutes your breathing is sort of back to normal, but your shakiness hasn't stopped. At that point, you're aware you won't be falling asleep again anytime soon, so you sit up further and throw your legs off the bed to go and find something to busy yourself with. In the corner there's a chair that you notice has your bag on top of it, and there's a small table next to it with a notepad. Your curiosity pulls you towards it, and when your feet reach the table, you're able to make out Sam's sloppy handwriting.

If you need us. - S

Next to the writing is a key card, which you can obviously assume is the one to their room. You pick it up and turn it over a few times, debating on whether this dream was something worth needing them for. In your head, needing was the same thing as bothering and it was never used as a positive term. But you know that if you spend another minute in that bed you might actually start crying and drive yourself crazy over the dream, so you take your chances and hope one of the boys will let you sleep in their bed or at least talk to you for awhile and get your mind off of it.

When you open the door and step outside, you become acutely aware of the cold air on your arms and legs rather quickly, and you begin to wish you were wearing a sweatshirt instead of one of Sam's shirts and a pair of shorts. The chill encapsulates you, making you hasten your step towards the room down the hall with the number specified on the key card. Once you make it to the room, you're pushing yourself up on your tip toes because, despite your sock covered feet, the ground is still horridly cold and you're hoping to get off it as soon as possible. Although, you find yourself unable to let yourself in once you find yourself standing in front of the door. You give it a good five minutes before you work up the nerve to finally pat the key card on the handle to allow yourself in the room. Once you've pushed open the door a crack, you're able to perceive a bed-side lamp turned on, and Sam leaning against his headboard next to it.

His head snaps up from his book at the sound of the door being pushed open, but he relaxes when he realizes it's you.

"Hey," he says softly. He's in the brown sweatshirt you were passing back and forth earlier, and he's weirdly still in a pair of jeans, but at this point you're used to seeing Sam and Dean wearing their jeans to bed.

"Hi," you respond back, even softer.

Sam likes to think he's pretty good at perceiving your body language, especially after knowing you for so long; so when he notices your trembling hands, your flushed cheeks, and your frantic eyes, he knows that you've had a nightmare.

He's not gonna ask why you're there since he knows why, so he only pats the side of the bed next to him and asks, "You wanna' join me?"

You're quick to nod your head and cross the room to join him, and it's only then when you're on the bed that you notice Dean isn't in the other one.

"Where's Dean?"

"Oh, he left to drive around. He's probably at a bar, or sleeping in the car somewhere." He says casually.

You hum, "Couldn't sleep?"

"Neither of us really could. He asked if I wanted to come with, but I didn't really feel like leavin'." Sam left out the fact he didn't want to leave you here alone, since he doesn't like leaving you anywhere by yourself. Dean doesn't either, but he doesn't get fussy over it like Sam sometimes does when you fight them on it.

"I can't either," you say quietly.

With some of your hair dangling in your face and your flushed cheeks, you look sort of delicate in Sam's eyes. You look sad, but when you look at him you have a gentle smile covering your lips, and when you look away your mouth curves downward again, only slightly, to where you might think he won't notice, but he does.

Sam's always stayed observant of you, even when you think you're the one who takes all the mental notes of him.

He reaches out, lifting the hand closest to you and letting his palm rest gently on top of your shoulder.

"You okay?" He almost looks like a puppy when he asks, and it's pitiful. For you mostly because he's cute, but why should he look like that when you feel like you're gonna start crying any minute.

You don't even want to answer because if your mouth opens you're either gonna say you're fine, or words describing the terrors you experienced in your sleep are going to come pouring out of your mouth and you won't be able to stop until you're a sobbing, pitiful mess and you could not handle being that way in front of Sam.

You couldn't.

But looking at him looking at you so fondly, it's like he's trying to tell you he'll comfort you the only way he knows how and he's gonna fix all your problems with a touch or two alone. Like the way he wants to hold you will melt all your fears into nothing and the way he wants to kiss you will make you forget any of it even happened. His eyes speak more than words could express in this moment and you don't even care if you seem desperate, or needy, or anything really. You allow yourself to fall forward into his awaiting arms, and when your head meets his chest, you can't help the first sob that escapes your lips.

You sound so tired, and the way that you're crying so harshly makes him feel like you're tearing yourself apart inside, like each breath is ripping off another piece of your heart.

"Honey..." he breathes out gently, wrapping his one arm around your neck and his other only comes up about half way so he can hold your head close to him under his chin. You've fallen completely into his side, your head against his chest and one leg practically in his lap, but he doesn't seem mind. “Do you… want to talk about it?”

You consider it for a moment; you probably would feel better opening up to him about the case you just worked, considering he was also there and knows how hard it was, but you also know opening up to Sam makes you feel close to him. Intimate almost. You’ve never been one to share your thoughts or feelings generously, and you think that must have just came with the messed up childhood, since Sam and Dean are pretty much the same way. But as the years went on, the boys got much better at opening up to you than you did them. Although, if there was anyone that could get you to talk, it was Sam.

Today, you decided, would not be one of those days.

You shake your head, "I'm okay, I'm okay. I'll be fine." You know by his soft sigh that he doesn't believe you, but luckily he doesn't push it. "Can we just stay like this for a little while?" You whisper shyly, despite knowing he wouldn't say no to you.

"Yeah," he strokes your hair softly, "Yeah, of course."

You lay comfortably against him as he slowly but surely calms you down, holding your head and rubbing your arm gently as you let out sad little sniffles. Once you've relaxed, you murmur something into his chest that he thinks might have been a thank you, but before he can ask you've already fallen asleep.

About an hour later after the two of you have fallen asleep, Dean unlocks the door and enters the room slightly shitfaced but more so tired. He freshens up in the bathroom so he doesn't wake up feeling even worse in a couple of hours, and he doesn't even notice you're there until he's trudging out of it, eyes wide and feet frozen to the floor as he takes in the image of you and Sam cuddled up to each other in Sam's bed. He manages to put his fist against his mouth just in time to cover up a surprised laugh, taking in the sight of his little brother in the same bed as their best friend.

"This is gold." Dean smiles mischievously, pulling his phone out of his pocket to capture the moment. "Just friends my ass." He mutters.

...

"Dean, if I have to hear you say that girl's name again one more time, I'm going to chop your head off. I don't care how good she was at su-"

"Alright, alright, let's quiet down shall' we?" Sam pats your shoulder and looks around the cafe to see if anyone heard you bickering with Dean about last night's one night stand. Dean laughs loudly as he lets himself into the corner booth that the three of you chose while you were walking in.

"What, you nervous someone's gonna hear us, Sammy?"

"It's 8 in the morning, Dean. Let's be a little respectful."

You hide your giggle, "Yeah, Dean."

Dean rolls his eyes, glancing at Sam as he ever so casually throws his arm over the back of the seat behind you, looking at the side of your face to see if you've taken notice. You're picking your nail, completely oblivious. He almost rolls his eyes again.

"Well," Dean straightens up, "Let's see what we have on the menu today."

"Don't act like you're not going to get the same exact thing you get every day," you comment, not even looking up from your nail.

"What's with the attitude, sweetheart? Didn't sleep well?" Sam's smile quickly turns to an annoyed frown as he makes eye contact with Dean, silently sending him daggers to keep his mouth shut.

You squint your eyes at him and open your mouth to come back with a retort, but the waitress walks up before you get the chance to say anything.

"Are y'all ready yet, or would you like a few minutes?" She asks kindly.

"Can we have a couple more minutes?" You say, since the three of you haven't even taken a look at the menu yet. She nods and retreats, leaving you alone with the boys once again. Sam and Dean grab their menus and you quickly realize there isn't a third, so you go to call the waitress back, but Sam nudges you just before you do.

"It's fine, just share mine." You huddle close next to him, resting your chin on your hand as you survey the food options as Sam does the same. He's so close his hair just so slightly grazes the skin of your cheek. Dean raises his eyebrows when he notices Sam's leg has started bouncing and he covers up his laugh with a cough just as he did last night, busying himself and acting clueless as the two of you look up at him.

"You alright?" You ask jokingly.

"Yup, totally fine. You guys ready yet?"

"Yep. How about you, Sammy?" He clears his throat and doesn't say anything, but he nods his head in response, which has you eyeing him weirdly. You choose to ignore it and let Sam order for you while you kick Dean under the table to stop being flirty with the nice waitress, and he only winks at you before he gives his order too.

When the waitress departs from your table, Dean lets his eyes follow her just for a second before he's turning back to the two of you, and he gets this questioning look on his face when he realizes the two of you are blankly glaring at him with the same narrowed eyes.

"What," he throws his hands up in defense, "I can't admire a good-looking woman?"

You and Sam glance at each other with a knowing glance right before you look back at Dean and say, "What's with you today? Why are you acting so..."

"Strange." Sam says. He leans forward on the table, "Why do you look like you're up to something?"

"Huh? Me?" Dean points to himself, "I'm not up to anything. I'm just being plain old me."

"Yeah, sure." You laugh him off and start a side conversation with Sam that has the two of you forgetting about Dean for the moment. Dean always knew Sam liked you; it's so obvious, at least to him. But he wishes he'd realized before how clearly obvious you are too. He doesn't know if he wants to throw up or throw a party.

...

A couple weeks later

"One or two rooms?" The lady asks.

"One please." Dean replies, handing the lady one of his debit cards that probably had some weird made up name on it. When Dean turns around with his debit card and the key in hand, you and Sam are looking at him weird like a couple of toddlers.

"Really? One room? Since when have we done that?" You questioned.

"Since you and Sammy boy over here started sharing a bed every night. I'm not gonna pay for two rooms when you don't use yours." Dean quickly catches on to how he's embarrassed the two of you so he adds, "and besides, I'd rather you stick with us anyway. Keep the team together." He pats your shoulder with a smirk and leaves the two of you behind. Sam spares a glance at your face and he's a bit surprised to find that you're just as taken aback as he is, but you don't say anything and you follow Dean rather quickly.

The three of you head back to the Impala to grab your bags before heading to the room, and when you go to take out yours, Sam slides in front of you and grabs his in one hand, and yours in the other.

"Sam." You say impassively.

"Yeah?"

"I am fully capable of grabbing my own bag."

"Oh I know. I'm just getting a quick work-out, since you know, your bag is like 50 pounds from all the clothes you carry.

"It is not, I barely bring anything with me!"

"You might be right, but if I may ask, how many of the shirts in here are actually mine?"

You pretend to think, "Um, probably like two. Maybe three."

A wide grin spreads across his face as he laughs at you, "Now you're lying! Half my wardrobe is in here!" Sam pushes the cracked door open with his behind and holds it open for you, standing to the side with his foot on the door. Dean's bag is at the end of his bed and he's already crashed on the bed nearest to the door.

"Hey, it's not my fault your clothes are more comfortable than mine! I don't know who decided that men deserve softer clothes."

"Well, in that case," he dropped the bags, "be my guest."

"Oh, how sweet. I like how you think you had any choice in the matter."

"Haha, very funny. Do you want the first shower?"

"You can take it, I had it the other night. Besides, I need to figure out which shirt I'm stealing tonight. I was thinking of the blue one, or actually, maybe the green-"

"Oh my god, I'm leaving." He rolls his eyes, but you can see the amused smirk on his face as he heads to the bathroom, and gently closes the door behind him. You giggle to yourself as you pull out his blue shirt from your bag and a pair of pants since it's a bit chillier tonight.

He's out of the shower pretty quick, and when he emerges from the steamy bathroom, you're next to Dean's bed whacking him repeatedly with a pillow.

"I told you to stop snoring!" You yell at him.

"Hmph, stop hitting me, crazy woman!" He mumbles sleepily at you. You stop hitting him when you notice Sam watching you, and he wants to laugh at how cute you look, like some kid who's got caught doing something they're not supposed to.

"What, he was bothering me."

He smiles, "I don't doubt it."

He doesn't realize that you froze mainly because he came out in a pair of sweats and no shirt, with his hair dripping wet and a towel around his shoulders. Dean peaks his eyes open and grumbles when he notices the way you're looking at him. You hear Dean, which breaks you out of your temporary trance.

You drop the pillow and give him a sheepish look, "I'm gonna- I'll take my shower now." You nod, promptly leaving the room after you grab the clothes you had set out on your bed. Sam watches you leave, more than a bit confused might he add, suspicious of the way your mood had suddenly changed. Once he hears the water running and the curtain pull back signifying you're in the shower, and can no longer hear him, he settles on the bed and asks Dean a question.

"What happened?"

"You happened, you idiot."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard what I said. I'm sick and tired of watching you two pine after the other when you clearly love each other, so for gods sake- no, my sake, tell the girl you love her and get on with it!"

Sam's face is hysterical, and if Dean weren't so tired right now he'd be laughing, but he's exhausted in more ways than one, so all he can do is shut is eyes and hope his little brother makes a move on the girl who's been his practically since the day they met her.

"D-Dean... I can't just-"

"Yes you can, and you will." Dean finalizes. "At this point I'll just do it for you. It's unbearable." Sam huffs loudly, flopping back onto the bed.

He lays there and stares at the ceiling for awhile until he hears his brother's soft snores coming from the other side of the room; when he sits up and runs a hand through his hair, he hears the shower turn off and your light humming become more audible.

He takes a final deep breath just as you walk out of the bathroom with your hair combed nicely and your warm pajamas, perfectly ready for bed. Not exactly ready for your best friend to confess his undying love for you. He wants to crumble at the sight of your smile.

"You okay?" You ask gently. "You look a little pale."

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," he waves you off, "When am I not fine?"

You laugh softly, "Do you want me to answer that?"

"Actually no." He gives a soft laugh of his own before his eyes land on his brother again, thinking over the words that were spoken to him just minutes prior to you walking out of that door. You were so near, so close to their conversation, and you have no idea. He can't help but think that maybe you'll be taken aback, shocked beyond belief, or traumatized enough to the point you yell at him and leave him for good. Or, maybe... possibly... there's a small chance you do feel the way that Dean says you feel, and in just a few moments the entirety of your relationship will change. Well, no matter what it'll change.

He just hopes it's what he feels it might be.

Sam's face snaps up to you quickly, like he's just had a sudden thought, and his eyes hold yours for a beat too long before he asks, "Can we go outside for a second?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure." He gets up and takes long strides towards the door, you just a foot behind. He opens it and leaves it open for you to slide through, and he's standing there with his hands in his pockets facing away from you. You give him a questioning glance, but he doesn't see it.

"You have the key?" You query.

"Um..." he pulls out the card in his hand to make sure and you giggle at him, but he just nods, putting it back in his pocket, gulping strangely, "Yeah, I got it."

"Okay." You whisper softly, closing the door quietly behind you. You're silent for a moment, giving him a second to see if he'd speak first, but he doesn't. "You okay, Sammy?"

"I'm in love with you."

Not even a beat later, those words exit his mouth, and everything changes. The atmosphere that was once light, comfortable, and knowing, has shifted to one of fearful eyes, harsh breaths and unspeakable tension. His hands, once unafraid to grab hold of you, now remain glued to his side, flexing and itching to reach forward and touch your skin. His heart is beating so fast he feels like it's getting torn out; each individual piece of it being sliced and picked carefully from his chest as if he were on an operating table.

He can't tell if the look on your face is fear or shock. Probably both. But he doesn't know if it's good or bad and it's scaring him.

"Say something." He breathes out, with a drop of desperation.

Your mouth, hung open for a brief amount of time, now closes, and you gulp just like he did before he uttered those five little words.

"What did you say?" you murmur, looking like you just got pulled from space.

He repeats himself. "I'm in love with you."

You don't say anything again, but he continues.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to say that." He interrupts himself with a laugh, a scared, almost detached sounding laugh, but one nonetheless. You stare at him as he goes on. "For weeks I've had these moments where I look at you and all I can think about is telling you how I feel, but then some part of me ruins it and then I forget about it until you do something again that makes me want to say it again."

"Which, I swear is every two seconds because all you have to do is look at me with those eyes and all I want to do is grab your face and tell you how much I love you, how much you mean to me and how I can't stand sleeping next to you one more night without you knowing that I can't sleep without you anymore. I need you by my side, tucking your head under mine. It's not that I can't because I could, but I don't ever want to again. I could live a hundred lifetimes, all of them with you in them, but if you weren't mine, if you were someone else's, I wouldn't dare live another."

When he notices the tear streaking down your face, he finally reaches forward to hold your cheek in the palm of his hand. Your own comes up from your side to grip tight onto the wrist that's holding your face, and he can tell that you've noticed he's shaking.

"Sam..." Your voice comes out unsure, "Are you sure?"

"Am I sure?" He questions you, giving you an incredulous look. "Sweetheart, I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

You're holding onto him so tight, he just knows what you're going to say next.

"I love you." You thought it would come out a whisper, but it sounds stronger than you expected. You close your eyes, letting out a sigh of relief. "Oh, Sam, I love you so much."

His smile is brighter than a thousand suns, and his forehead drops against yours, staying there as you breath the other in; this new confession bringing in a wind of fresh air that has you feeling like you've both earned a pair of new lungs.

"I thought you might say that." He utters quietly, making you laugh and hit his chest lightly.

"Oh, shut up. Then why were you so scared, dumbass."

"I was confessing my love for you, either way I'm gonna be nervous!"

You smile cheekily, "Your love for me..."

"Don't act like you didn't know." His other hand comes up to hold the other side of your face, tilting your head up more to see you clearly.

"Maybe. But I had my doubts too." You confess.

Sam shrugs, "Well, without Dean I probably wouldn't have said anything for another decade, so-"

Your mouth drops open, "You finally gained the courage because Dean forced you to?" Sam stays still as you gape at him, and he smiles nervously.

"Does it help if I was thinking about it first?"

"Oh my god." You groan dejectedly and drop your head forward onto his chest. He holds the back of your head as he shakes with laughter.

"Okay, okay, be mad at me, whatever. Am I getting my kiss now?"

"Who said you were gonna get one at all?"

"Don't mess with me."

"I wouldn't dare."

...

The next morning, Dean groggily peels his eyes open to the morning sunlight peeking out of the curtains, and grumbles, questioning the time. It's around 8 am, which surprises him because he would have expected you or Sam to have woken him by now. At the thought of you guys, he turns over and manages to find himself alone in the dingy motel room. The bed covers are torn from the top of the bed, more settled towards the end of it, showing that you guys obviously slept in it, but there's no sign you or Sam are even still here.

Suddenly, he hears the low growl of his Baby pulling up outside, making him swing his legs out of bed and trudge over to the door. He swings it open, getting ready to yell at the both of you for going anywhere without him, even if it was breakfast, but his eyes widen and his jaw drops at the sight he's seeing.

You and Sam are standing close together near the trunk, leaning against the side, but mostly the other. Sam's hand, that isn't holding the grocery bags, is holding your hip, and you're looking up at him with a mischievous look in your eye. Sam says something which conjures up a giggle out of you, which then has Sam smiling brightly at the sight of you. He leans down and kisses you straight on the lips, holding you there for a moment before he pulls away to catch his breath. Both of you stand there, unaware of Dean's eyes on you, but neither of you would even really care if you did.

Dean's shocked expression turns to one of accomplishment. He nods, satisfied, and smiles like his brother just did. He sighs.

"Kids."

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Never Forget

Dean Winchester x little sister!reader, Sam Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: This story follows a few bracelets and a promise of siblings

When you were about seven years old, you found a hobby. Bracelet making. It was easy, and you were able to do it on the road; all you needed was a few different colors of string, and you were able to knot it into bracelets.

First you sold some whenever you went to a new town, not for much, but you made enough to use vending machines, and that satisfied seven-year-old you. Eventually, you found other things to occupy your time, and the hobby sort of fell away.

Until one day, Dean told you the story behind the necklace that he always wore, and it gave you an idea.

…

Sam gently tugged on his green bracelet as he drove away from his family. He’d never forget the day you gave it to him, the smile on your face as he put it on, and the way you’d hugged him after he promised to never take it off.

That image was replaced by the memory of you crying as he slammed the front door, of you running down the road after his car as he drove away from his old life.

“I’m sorry,” Sam whispered, “I couldn’t stay. But I’ll never forget you.”

…

Dean fiddled subconsciously with the red bracelet on his wrist, looking desperately for a way out. How had he let the vamp get the jump on him?

He checked his pockets for anything useful, and was surprised when he came up with his cell phone. They’d let him keep it?

He quickly flipped it open, but his instinct to call Sam vanished when he remembered that Sam wouldn’t answer. In fact, the boys hadn’t talked in almost a full year. Dean hoped college was worth that.

He could call John, but he was at a hunt in a different state, it would take too long for him to get here.

Dean glanced around one last time, but found nothing else that could save him. Those vamps would come back, and there were too many for Dean to take alone. Reality began to sink in; Dean was going to die down here.

He looked down at his phone again, and pressed your number. He wouldn’t be able to say goodbye to Sam or dad; either of them would just argue, tell him he was gonna be fine, that they were coming to save him, if they even answered at all. But you, you would listen. And if Dean was going to die, he wanted his last words to be heard.

“Dean?” Your voice sounded groggy, and Dean wondered what time it was. “Dean where are you? I thought you’d be back by now.”

“Hey baby,” Dean breathed, surprised at the sudden tears that came to his eyes. “I’m really sorry, but I-“ he froze. Was that what he thought it was?

“Dean? You still there?”

“Yeah,” Dean grinned. “Yeah, I’m here baby.”

“You forget about me?” Your tone was light, joking, and Dean was glad that he hadn’t told you of his dangers.

“Nah kiddo, actually I’m coming home right now.” Dean couldn’t keep the relieved smile off his face as he worked the grate off the wall. It was just big enough to squeeze through.

“I’d never forget you.”

…

“I don’t want you to go.”

Your voice was barely above a whisper, just loud enough for Dean to hear as he hugged you tightly.

“I don’t wanna go either, baby,” Dean couldn’t keep the tears at bay when he heard you begin to sob into his shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”

“Why did you have to make that deal?”

Dean didn’t bother answering. You knew the answer; he did it for Sammy.

“Sammy’s gonna take care of you now, ok?” Dean couldn’t find it in him to let you go, not even enough to look at you.

“I want you.”

“Hey,” Dean finally pulled away, still holding onto you, but just enough to look into your eyes. “You’re always gonna have me, ok?”

You reached up to touch his face, and he took hold of your wrist, tugging on the purple bracelet hanging there.

“You made these so that even when we’re apart, we’ve always got a piece of each other.” Dean placed a gentle kiss on your wrist, right where the band was. “This is your piece of me, ok? You’re always gonna have me with you, I promise.”

“It’s not the same,” you cried, leaning forward to lean against Dean’s shoulder again.

“I know, I know baby,” Dean cradled the back of your head. “And I’m gonna miss you so much. But at least this way, you’ll never forget me, alright?”

“I’ll never forget you,” you repeated his words like a promise, a promise that he felt compelled to echo.

“Never forget.”

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d-hasselhoff · 1 year

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GIVEN UP

Dean Winchester

Sam says something he didn’t mean to in the midst of an argument.

Sam and Dean were arguing again.

You weren’t sure the exact argument, but it had something to do with Dean not understanding what Sam felt when he lost Jessica. After hearing that, you slinked off to the Deancave, leaving the brothers to settle it out on their own.

Minutes later Dean came down, grunting something about his keys, and left. You sighed, running a hand through your hair. He would be out, driving around, and then he’d come back. You decided maybe you should talk to Sam, see what his side of the story was before Dean made him out to be the villain.

“Sam? Everything alright?” You knocked on the doorframe of his open bedroom. He looked up at you from his desk.

“Y/n? Oh, yeah. Just a little fight.” Sam gave you a small, unsure smile.

“Wanna talk about it?” You asked lightly, sitting down on his bed.

He nodded, turning his chair toward you.

“What happened?”

“We uh, we were talking the mark, and about sacrifices, and he said that I’d never had to give up anything major and then I kind of yelled at him about Jessica and how he’d never really had to sacrifice anything. He wanted to be in this life, he wanted you and he wanted a hunting life. He got everything he wanted. I never wanted anything like this. I wanted to practice law and live in my suburban house with Jess and our kids. And now I can’t. But you two, you’ve got it all! You’ve got all you wanted.”

You licked your lips, listening intently. “D’ya know I was pregnant?”

Sam raised an eyebrow at you. “You were? When?”

“Years ago. ‘Bout when Jess died and your dad went missing. I was five months along when Dean realized your dad was gone too long and decided he wanted to go lookin’ for him.

So, we did. And we went to collect you, and Dean saw how happy you and Jess looked, and that night he told me he was really ready to settle down once he found your dad. He was ready to settle down and live a normal life.” You sniffled slightly, the memory hitting you like a semi. Sam looked up, and Dean stood in the doorway, unnoticed by you. “And then Jess died. Jess died, and you were so determined to find her killer that Dean realized he couldn’t leave you to hunt alone. And so I had a decision to make. I could either have this baby and try to raise it on my own, which I knew wouldn’t work, or I could have it and give it up.”

“So you gave it up?”

“I did. I gave it up. Dean gave it up. Dean gave up the life he was promised, and the life he was so ready to live so that you could find and kill the thing that killed your ticket out of the hunting life.

So, yes, he’s sacrificed a lot. An entire life. And I know it feels as though it’ll never be the same as losing Jess, and I’m sure it’s not exactly the same, but it’s just as hard. It’s just as demanding. And honestly, I’m kind of glad we didn’t give up hunting. I would love to be able to settle down, but I think we’d get so bored. The most fun we’d get is fuckin’ church bingo.” Sam snorted at that, imagining Dean at a church bingo.

Dean laughed, catching your attention. “Hey, baby,” you greeted, patting the spot next to you on the bed.

He wandered over and sat behind you, wrapping his arms around your torso. “Hey, sweetheart. Do we need to attend a church bingo now?”

You laughed, throwing your head back onto his shoulder. “I think we might. You gonna join us, Sammy?”

“Only if I get to keep our winnings,”

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deancaskiss · 1 year

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somewhere along the way- dean can’t exactly remember when- he started praying to cas every night. sometimes sitting on the edge of his bed, sometimes pacing a room or sitting in the impala, and sometimes as his head hits the pillow and his eyes flutter shut. he can’t remember why the ritual started; he’d probably been trying to contact cas for help when the angel had been MIA. but now… now it was just, part of who they were. every night, dean would close his eyes, and pray to cas. sometimes it was important things that he needed cas to know but didn’t want to text, and sometimes it was just… just a way to talk to cas and to feel closer to him. “heya cas, don’t know if you heard on the angel radio that we mighta found that artifact we’ve been searching for, just thought you’d wanna know,” or, “hey bud, got your ears on? I found one of those journals you were looking for. left it in the back of the impala for you whenever you drop by again,” and, “we took out a whole nest of vamps today, and not a scratch on on either sammy or I, calling that a big win for today,” or sometimes, “had zepp playing while i was driving today. made me think of the mixtape I gave you. do you still have it? do you still listen to it?”

dean really did intend to stop the prayers when chuck was defeated and cas was home and everything was good. but as cas settled next to him, tangling their legs together as his arms wrapped around dean’s waist as they curled up in bed together, cas’ breath huffed against the back of dean’s neck as he teased softly, “what? no prayers anymore now that you’re right here next to me?” and dean couldn’t fight the smile that tugged at the corner of his lips, suddenly glad cas couldn’t see his face as he tangled their fingers together resting against his chest. closing his eyes, dean prayed silently, ‘now that I’ve got you here, I’ll be damned if I’m letting you go again. now go to sleep,’ and then, after a pause, dean finished the prayer with, ‘I love you too, you know. in case it wasn’t obvious.’ dean both felt and heard the little huff of laughter as cas’ nose nuzzled behind his ear. so maybe the prayers every night were still a ritual, but now it was just another way for dean to tell cas how much he loved him as they lay wrapped up in each other’s arms.

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joshkiszkasears · 7 months

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Angel Straight From Hell (Part I)

|Pairings: Jake Kiszka x fReader

|4.2k Words

| 18+ only! Minors do not interact!!!

| Warnings: 18+, smut, drinking, language, angst, praise kink, fingering, masturbation, and probably spelling and grammar errors lol. Let me know if I missed anything!

You were part of a trio and not in a third wheel-y kind of way in a good way. In a way that two best friends is better than one. Danny and Sammy had always been your best friends. Well at least since you were old enough to pick your friends. You guys had grown up together, the three of you had been a package deal for as long as you could remember. You three were basically inseparable. Hell, they even convinced you to move out to Nashville a year after they did. Danny’s family loved you but the Kiszkas had all but taken you in. You’d spent countless nights crashing on their couch, holidays with them, and gone on many family vacations with them.

And here you were rushing to pack for yet another vacation with the Kiszka boys and Danny. This time sneaking away to the Smoky Mountains for a week. You were getting off the grid and reconnecting with each other and nature. You were running around your apartment grabbing your final items off of your checklist. “Phone charger, underwear, sweatshirt…” you mutter to yourself mentally going over everything you had packed in your head. “Shit toothbrush!” you say rushing back to your bathroom. You do one final visual sweep of your bedroom and rush out of the door. You were running late but not by too much. And the boys were used to your tardiness at this point anyways. Besides, at least one of them was usually running behind as well and nine times out of ten it was Josh.

You and Josh had gotten close over the years and he had also become one of your best friends but for some reason Jake had never liked you. And you didn’t mind because you didn’t care much for him either. He had always been an arrogant smug little shit. You don’t know why you didn’t get along just that it had always been this way. Your disdain for each other had gotten worse in your adulthood. The two of you constantly bickering and shooting each other dirty looks and as you pulled into Josh’s driveway it appeared this trip wasn’t starting any differently.

“God bless, have you ever thought about being on time once in your life?” Jake rolled his eyes and yanked your suitcase from your hand tossing it in the back of Josh’s Jeep. “Good morning to you too asshole,” you said sharply.

Before either of you have the chance to say anything else you feel yourself being pulled into a hug and immediately know the embrace. “JOSHYYY!” you say pulling him in tighter. “Good morning mama! I’m so glad you’re coming with us. Gonna be such a great time” he says with a toothy grin. “Me too, I think it’s gonna be so good to get away for a little bit. Thanks for always letting me crash” you smiled back. “Never crashing my dear, you’re always invited,” Josh replied, squeezing your hand. “Speak for yourself,” Jake scoffed, walking up toward the passenger door. “Are we ready to hit the road now that we’re all finally here?” Jake said, staring daggers at you.

“Hey you,” Sammy says, pulling you into a hug. “Morning, Sammy!” you say squeezing him. “My turn!” Danny shouts before wrapping you in a bear hug and spinning you around. “Hi Daniel,” you giggle. “You ready to be stuck between the two of us for four hours?” Danny teases. “As I’ll ever be,” you sigh back sarcastically.

The three of you pile into the back of the Jeep as Josh and Jake take their respective spots up front. “We ready to roll?” Josh asks. Everyone nods their heads and you all begin your trip. You start to settle in and relax. You had meant it when you said it’d be good to get away for a while. Work had been beyond stressful recently and you hadn’t gotten to spend much time with your best friends recently. This getaway to the Smokies with them was exactly what you needed even if that meant spending a week with Jake as well. The drive up there was a normal roadtrip with your favorite people, retelling stories of road trips past, playing the license plate game, and screaming your favorite songs way too loudly.

You all pulled off in a small town before you reached your cabin and went to the local grocery store to stock up for the week. Jake took the cart and started down the aisles. You knew he’d be cooking most of the meals and as much as you hated to compliment him, he was an incredible chef. He had a way with food in the same way he did with music, always piecing just the right things together to make a masterpiece. You wander the aisles picking up junk food, you turn a corner and get smacked in the hip with a cart. “Fuck!” you exclaim looking up to see Jake with an annoyed look on his face. He moves to go around you and you grab the cart stopping him forcing him to look up at you. “Really Jacob, not even an I’m sorry?” you say. “Whatever, maybe just watch where you’re going,” he says, dropping his eyes back down to his shopping list. “Unbelievable, truly unbelievable,” you spit, pushing away from his cart and walking toward the checkout.

You meet up with Sammy as you approach the cashier dumping your purchases on the conveyor. “Your brother really is a piece of work ya know? I just don’t understand how you and Josh turned out so kind and funny and sweet and he turned out so… so… Jake,” you let out a frustrated sigh. Sam lets out a light laugh “I’ll never understand what it is about the two of you that clashes so royally but there’s just something.” “There certainly is,” you reply.

You all finish up in the store and all load back into Josh’s Jeep to drive the last 30 minutes to your secluded cabin. This wasn’t your first time going up to the Smokies since relocating to Tennessee but you were still so in awe of the beauty and serenity of the area every time you came. You watched as the last bar of cell signal dropped off your phone and breathed a sigh of relief knowing that work wouldn’t be able to get a hold of you anymore and the only thing you would be using your phone for this week was to take pictures.

After what felt like a never ending winding gravel driveway you pull up to the cabin. You all unload your luggage and after putting yours just inside the door you go out to the Jeep and start grabbing the groceries and bringing them in. As you’re stocking the fridge you hear the guys fighting over who gets which bedroom and resolving yourself that you will get whichever one is leftover. You see Danny emerge from one wing of the house and watch as he grabs your luggage and heads over to the other wing. He comes back to the kitchen sitting down at the island bar. “Put your stuff on your bed for you,” he says with a soft smile. “Thank Danny, I appreciate it,” you say, putting the last of the groceries away.

You check the time on your phone and see it’s a little before 4:00pm. Perfect you think to yourself. “Hey, I am going to settle in and unpack and probably shower and relax before dinner if that’s cool,” you say walking past Danny. “Mmm, sounds good,” he says looking up from the game he was playing on his phone.

You walk back to the wing you saw Danny put your stuff in and notice what appears to be two bedroom doors with a shared bathroom in the middle. One of the bedroom doors is shut so you poke your head in the open one to see your luggage sitting on the bed. You unzip your suitcase to start unpacking. It seemed silly but it was something you did on every vacation since you were young. You liked to feel settled. So you did just that, you pulled out your airpods and started your favorite playlist zoning out as you put your things neatly away into your home for the next week.

You’re suddenly startled by a loud “Hey!” as you see someone waving their arms in the doorway. You look up annoyed to see Jake standing in your doorway and pull out an airpod. “Yes?” you question. “I just wanted to let you know I’m about to take a quick shower,” he says. “And?” you respond wondering why that would concern you. “And I don’t want you to try to get into the bathroom while I’m in there, the locks to the bedrooms look shoddy,” he says bluntly walking out. And that’s when it clicks the boys had put you in the room next to Jake, sharing a bathroom with him.

You drop the clothes in your hand and storm into the living room where Sammy and Danny are sitting. “What. The. Fuck?” you whisper shout. “What?” Sam looks up at you with a shit eating grin. “You know exactly what, why the hell am I stuck in a wing of the house sharing a bathroom with him? This was supposed to be a relaxing week where I have fun with you two and Josh and stay as far away from Jake as possible while sharing a house with him,” you say quickly. Danny looks up with an apologetic smile, “Josh wanted the room with the balcony and Sam and I took the room that had two beds in it so that no one else had to share. That just left the other two for you and Jake. I’m sorry.” You feel your frustration start to ease when you hear the explanation that it wasn’t really intentional. “Fuck, well okay it’s not ideal but it’s fine. I’m gonna have a good trip. I'm here with my best friends in a beautiful place. Also it’s not like our paths are gonna cross that much anyways. We’re just sharing the bathroom, it's fine,” you say, trying to reassure yourself.

You head back to your bedroom and finish unpacking the rest of your stuff. You start gathering your stuff to take a shower and realize you haven’t heard Jake leave the bathroom yet despite him being in there for quite some time. You go out to the hall door since he had mentioned the locks to the bedrooms being less than adequate and bang on the door, “Jake! You almost done in there?” You wait for a minute or so with no response. You knock loudly on the door again, “Jake!” You’re met with silence, you raise your hand to knock a third time when the door swings open. Steam fills the hallway, and out walks Jake. “God patience really isn’t your strong suit is it?” he says. His hair is damp and clinging to his face and neck, he’s fully nude aside from a towel slung low around his hips. Your eyes may have lingered a little longer than they should have. “So no patience and a staring problem huh princess?” he quips. You feel heat rushing to your face. “No, just wanting to take a shower and you were taking an eternity,” you respond, rolling your eyes and quickly pushing past him and into the bathroom. You shut the door behind you and lean your back against the door. What the fuck was that? Princess? Princess. He called you princess. And you kind of fucking liked it?

You took your time in the shower hoping to scrub off whatever feelings that interaction with Jake had stirred up. But the longer you spent trying to erase it from your mind the stronger the feelings it had brought up felt. Fuck, I just need to get laid. That’s what it is, it’s just been a while and any male attention feels good. Just need to take care of myself and then I’ll stop thinking about it. Just need to get off. That’s all. You try to rationalize with yourself in the shower.

Your hand wanders down as you find your clit and begin to pleasure yourself. The entire time fighting thoughts of Jake that have started to pop up. Everytime you try to fight the thoughts of him, the sight of him just moments ago reappears like it's burned into the backs of your eyelids. You feel yourself nearing your end and give in allowing yourself to think about him. The way his brow furrows when he looks at you annoyed, the way he looked with his hair plastered to his neck, the way the water droplets clung to his skin just above his towel, the way he said princess. And with that the band in your stomach snapped and you were overwhelmed by your release. As you came down you silently cursed yourself for thinking of him as you finished. You wrapped up your shower and threw on some comfy clothes before heading out of the bathroom.

You smell dinner cooking and toss your stuff in your room before heading toward the common area. You greet Danny, Sam, and Josh who are in the living room all sitting on the couch watching some movie they had started while you had been showering. You turn towards the kitchen and see Jake in his element at the stovetop. He’s got his hair tied in a low bun at the base of his neck as he focuses on the ingredients in front of him.

Against your better judgment, you make your way into the kitchen and lean across the island, “You need help with anything?” you ask. Jake tears his focus away from the stove turning around to meet your gaze and for a split second you swear you see his scowl soften before quickly returning. “Help?” he scoffed, “You’d just get in the way.” You turn around not responding and silently scolding yourself for even trying, you knew better.

You plop down on the couch next to Sam and curl into his side and shift your focus to the tv, realizing they’re watching The Shining. You should have known this would be the first thing they would pick since Halloween was right around the corner. You zone out for the next 45 minutes until you hear Jake call from the kitchen that dinner was ready. The five of you enjoy a meal around the dining room table and thankfully the tension between you and Jake is kept at a minimum. As dinner wraps up you start collecting everyone's plates and taking them to the kitchen.

“Daniel and I are going to go start a fire in the pit out back!” Sammy says excitedly. “Please just don’t catch the cabin on fire, I’m gonna clean up the kitchen real quick and then I’ll come out to join y’all,” you giggle starting the sink. “Can I raincheck and do my kitchen duty tomorrow? I haven’t gotten my yoga in and was hoping to do a bit on the balcony before we spent the evening around the fire,” Josh asks you. “Of course Joshy, go find your zen,” you say mimicking a tree pose. “Thanks, Y/N,” Josh chuckles and gives you a quick peck on the cheek before running back to his room.

It was now Jake who stood awkwardly at the kitchen island as you began washing the dishes. “Mind if I help?” he says, making his way around the counter. “I don’t know, you’d probably just get in the way,” you reply, flatly. He lets out a small chuckle, “Yeah okay, I deserved that one.” He starts to clean up his mess from cooking and the two of you clean the kitchen in silence for the next 15 minutes.

After finishing up you head out to the fire pit where Sammy and Danny have a nice bonfire going. Jake follows you out taking an open seat next to Sammy, and you sit down on a chair between Danny and Sam. Danny reaches over and hands you a white claw. “Well, any big plans for this week gentlemen?” you say cracking open your drink. “I am super excited to go hiking, I hear this area has some super great trails,” Danny replies. Your eyes shift to Sam. “Yeah same,” he replies “but I also brought some art supplies and I’m excited to paint. I haven’t gotten to do that for quite awhile.” “That sounds really nice,” you reply. There’s a beat of silence and your gaze finds Jake. He clears his throat, “Hoping to get some song writing done, have had some riffs bouncing around in my head recently and hoping I’ll be able to fine tune them while we’re here.” You nod. “Hopefully you’ll find the inspiration you’re looking for,” you say softly. Jake's eyes haven’t broken yours yet. “Bajabule, bitches!” Both you and Jake break away from each other’s stares to find his twin walking down to the fire with a solo cup raised in the air. “Welcome to the party, brother,” Sam says, raising his Topo Chico towards Josh.

The five of you spent the next couple hours joking around the fire and drinking. It felt so good to let loose with your best friends. It reminded you of many nights when you three were in high school and making stupid decisions and you felt your heart swell with gratitude that no matter where life had taken you all, you had still remained this close. “Remember that night in high school that we went to that party at Kara’s family land and they had that huge bonfire? And we were all shitfaced and Michael Jackson came on the speaker?” you say starting to giggle. Sam starts dying laughing, “I absolutely do, keep going, Y/N,” he says between laughs. You continue “And Danny, you cleared the crowd because you wanted to show everyone how good you were at moon walking?” “And I am, for the record, very good at moonwalking,” Danny interjects. “Yeah yeah but then you started and you ate shit in front of everyone?” you and Sam bust into a fit of laughter. “Whatever, we all know if it wasn’t for that stupid branch on the ground I would have looked cool as hell,” Danny says, defending himself. “Daniel, we both know there was no branch involved, just a lot of alcohol and the need to impress Kara,” Sammy responds.

“Was that the night we all got fucked up because we got confused and all thought someone else was DDing?” Danny asks. “Oh my god, it was. Shit that was a crazy night. Jake, I think you were the one that ended up coming to get us that night, weren’t you?” Sammy questions. Jake looks up from the fire, “Yeah you were all so gone by the time I got there. I got you and Danny loaded up in my car then had to go find Y/N. I had to get her away from that creep Jason that graduated with you guys and literally carry her to the car. He had her cornered and kept trying to convince me that he was going to get her home.” He says. Everyone got quiet. You raise your eyes up and see him looking straight at you. You swallowed hard, “Fuck, I literally have no recollection of that. I guess as the night went on I blacked out. Thanks for not leaving me, Jake,” you reply quietly. Jake just nods.

While you and Jake had been having that interaction, Sam and Danny had started telling another story that brought your attention back to the present. After a while longer, you started to yawn and felt your eyelids getting heavy. You rose to your feet, “Well boys, it’s been a lovely evening but if I don’t head to bed now I think I’ll end up falling asleep out here. I’ll see y’all in the morning,” you said, stretching your arms above your head. “Goodnight, Y/N,” they all respond.

You take yourself to your room and grab your toiletry bag slipping into the bathroom to brush your teeth and hair. You then change into an oversized tshirt and slip into bed. Tonight was one of those that your head hit the pillow and it felt like you were asleep seconds later. You wake up what could have been seconds or hours later, you really aren’t sure, with an insatiable thirst. You groggily slip out of bed and make your way to the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water. As you are heading back to your room you hear someone else stirring and as you round the corner heading down the hall to your bedroom your body slams into someone.

“Fuck!” Jake says, his voice heavy with sleep. “Oh shit, I’m sorry,” you whisper into the darkness. You move to go around him and as you walk by you feel a hand reach out grabbing your wrist. Before you know what is happening, Jake has you pinned against the hallway wall behind you. He leans in dangerously close to you, his lips ghosting just above yours. “Tell me to stop and I will,” he says. You couldn’t fully process what was happening but you felt your core aching. You lean in encouraging him to continue. He pulls back slightly “Words, princess.” “Don’t stop,” you say, your voice barely audible.

He finally closes the distance between the two of you. Your mouth’s working furiously against each other, your hands tangling themselves into his hair and his gripping your hips. Jake swipes his tongue across your bottom lip and you quickly grant him the access he had been silently asking for. He still tasted like the bourbon he had been nursing all evening.

You felt his hips unconsciously rut against you and feel his hands starting to explore your body. You feel one of his hands sliding under the hem of your shirt. “Hmmm?” he hums into your mouth questioning if he’s okay to continue. You nod never letting your mouth leave his. Jake’s hand makes its way under your shirt and up your body. He reaches up cupping your breast and gently kneads it and then ghosts his fingers around your nipple causing you to arch your back slightly. “So reactive to me,” he says, pulling away slightly to look at you. The only thing illuminating him is the glow of the moon pouring in from a skylight above the two of you. But even in the low light you can see his sinister grin and he pinches your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger eliciting a sharp inhale from you as your eyes roll back.

He maintains eye contact as he drops his hand down between your bodies and runs his finger slowly under the band of your underwear. You buck your hips into his hand silently asking him to keep going. He clicks his tongue, “Here we go again with the impatience.” “Please Jake,” you shamelessly beg. “God you sound pretty when you beg for me princess,” he practically moans out.

He grants you mercy dipping his hand into your underwear and swiping his middle and ring finger through your slick. “Shit, so wet and all for me?” he questions. “Mhmmm, all for you,” you echo. He dips the two fingers into you drawing a moan from you. Jake’s free hand flies up to your mouth where he shoves his middle and ring finger harshly into your mouth. “Gotta stay quiet for me, we can’t let anyone hear us okay?” he says. You nod wrapping your mouth tightly around his fingers and circle them with your tongue. You see him struggling to maintain his composure. “An angel straight from hell,” he chuckles to himself.

Before you have a chance to respond he starts to pump his fingers in and out of your heat at a punishing pace. Jake’s fingers curl up to hit your sweet spot on every pump and his thumb finds its way to your bundle of nerves working quick circles. Your eyes roll back and you moan around his fingers in your mouth. “Mmm you look so pretty when you are coming undone,” he whispers lowly into your ear. “You gonna be a good girl and cum for me? Soak my hand?” The pressure starting to build is almost unbearable. You try to ask him not to stop but it comes out garbled with his fingers still in your mouth. “So close aren’t you, be a good little princess and let go for me would you?” Jake growls, “There you go, cum pretty for me.”

And just as you feel your release starting to come you are jolted awake. You sit straight up and find yourself still tucked away in your bed and drenched in sweat and absolutely aching for Jake’s touch. What the fuck.

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literallylexa · 3 months

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DEAN X READER:

FOREVER AFTER ALL

IMAGINE SMUT

Imagine: You die and your life flashes before your eyes, how you met Dean Winchester. You wait for Dean to finally arrive in heaven. CONTAINS SMUT

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BEFORE:

Scenes of your past flash before your eyes as you lay dying. The first time you met Dean Winchester you had already fallen in love with him.

“Hello this is my partner Agent Smith and I am also Agent Smith..uh no correlation.” Dean smiles at you. “We are following up on a missing persons case. Your friend, or uh roommate?”

The night before you had come home to your friend slaughtered. Fingers chopped off and a slit neck. “Yes, how can I help you?” You ask, a sad tone in your voice.

“Did your friend have any enemies? Anyone who would want to hurt her?” Dean asks.

“No. She was a very friendly person. However…I don’t know you might think I’m crazy but the nights leading up to her..murder.” You choke, “She was saying that she saw her ex boyfriend. But he’s been dead for almost 2 months now.”

“What was the name of her ex?”

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You’re stuck in a salt circle. The ghost trying to get through to kill you. You clutch onto Dean’s jacket tightly, legs shaking. Even though you’ve only known him for a day, you trusted him. He was strong, handsome, confident, and comforting. “I got you. Nothing will happen to you. Sammy should be done any moment now.” Dean looks down at you with a soft smile. His green eyes making contact with yours, making you blush. The next second, the ghost burns away into thin air. Everything was quiet. You hug Dean, standing on your tippy toes to reach his neck. His thick, muscular arms wrapping around your small frame, holding your waist.

Sam and Dean leave town after that. “So ghosts, vampires, and just monsters are real, huh?” You ask Dean.

“Unfortunately…But hey, here’s my number. In case you see or hear anything. Call me immediately.” Dean grabs your phone and puts his number in. You blush even harder. “You can’t stay for longer?” You ask Dean, hope gleaming in your eyes.

“I’m sorry sweetheart but no. We gotta hit the road. Take care of yourself okay?”

You grab Dean by his shirt and pull him down to your lips. He’s taken by surprise by your actions, but ultimately pulls you in closer, grabbing your hips and grinds against his. His lips are soft and wet, crashing against yours you feel out of breath. “For the road.” You say breaking apart, face hot and red. Dean bites his lips and says goodbye, getting into Baby and driving away.

••

After that encounter, you started to hunt on your own, mostly giving hunters tips of locations and the possible supernatural creatures. “Glad you could make it.” You say to Dean. “You called, I answered.” He chuckles. You guys hug, you take a deep breath. It feels like the whole in your heart was filled again. Excitement, love, and arousal filled your body. Dean was the sexiest man you’ve ever seen. Not to mention having an amazing personality too. If only he wasn’t a hunter, maybe you’d have a chance to actually be together. His eyes linger for a little bit too long on your lips and breasts. As you walk in front of him to your apartment you can feel him staring at your ass too. “You want a beer?” You ask opening the fridge. “Always.” Dean looks around your apartment, picking up old pictures of you and your deceased dog. The room is silent, however the sexual tension between you two did not go unnoticed.

“So!” You exclaim tapping the table top. “What have you been up to?”

Dean takes a gulp of his beer and sets it down. “Oh you know the same old stuff. Hunting.”

“Speaking of hunting. Thats why I called you here. I’m pretty sure a demon is possessing my neighbor.” You say quickly, trying not to make the conversation even more awkward than it already is.

“What?!” Dean yells, walking over to you. “Nah uh you’re not about to have a demon next door. Pack up your things, we are staying at a motel until we get this figured out.”

••

Unfortunately for the bed, but fortunately for you, the motel only had one bed- no couch. “We can just share the bed.” You say sheepishly. Dean smirks, “There’s a lot of things we can share on the bed.” You giggle and punch his shoulder. He’s not lying though. There’s many things that you’d like to share with him on that bed. Many things.

You and Dean end up exorcising the demon. Luckily the person was still alive, you call the ambulance to have them picked up. “Good job back there.” Dean says, looking at you up and down.

You know that things would never get that far with Dean, but it didn’t stop you from being so incredibly attracted to him. Maybe he felt the same way. Dean steps closer to you, lifting up your chin to look at him, brushing hair out of your face. He crashes his lips against yours, picking you up and setting you on the counter. With your legs wrapped around his waist, he grinds up against you. Dean groans from the friction, a bulge growing in his pants. His hands run up and down your body, caressing your curves. He finds his way under your shirt, massaging your breasts. You moan from his touch, oh very badly did you crave it. You unbutton your shirt and he grins, taking your bra off exposing your breasts, the coldness of the room hardening your nipples. Dean licks his lips and begins to take one nipple in his mouth, kissing, licking, and biting it while his hand twists and massages the other. You put a hand through his soft short hair, needing more of him. You tug at his flannel to take it off. He obliges, removing his flannel and shirt, leaving you both naked from the waist up. “You’re beautiful.” Dean says in between kisses.

“Want to take this to the bedroom?” You ask Dean. He picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. He lays you gently down on the bed, he kisses from your breasts down to your belly, stopping at the hem of your pants. He unbuttons them, lifting your legs up to take them off. “You’re already soaking wet for me baby.” Dean groans, seeing your wet panties. He takes them off greedily, drooling at the sight of your pussy. His stubble brushes across your inner thighs as he begins to lick at your folds. You gasp when he sticks his warm tongue inside you. “(Y/N) you taste so good.” Dean says. He continues to tongue fuck you until the point you can’t take it anymore. However, before you can orgasm he stops. He couldn’t handle anymore foreplay. He needs his cock to be inside of you. He begins to unbutton his pants and you wait in anticipation to see what he’s been hiding. His cock pops out from his boxes, already leaking pre cum from his long dick. You squirm, desperately needing him inside you. “Please Dean.” You cry. “Not yet. You need to get it wet first.” Dean manages to say. He helps you sit up facing his cock. He strokes it a couple times, massaging his balls in the process. You grab his cock and lick him from the base to the tip, swirling it around on your tongue. Then, slowly putting the tip in your mouth, down the shaft, to the base of his large cock, getting use to the length. Dean moans almost embarrassingly loud, twitching at your movements. You lick up and down his long cock, tasting every inch of him. His balls were hanging low, you get off the bed and onto your knees, you grab his balls and put them both in your mouth, his dick hitting your forehead has you do so. Dean grips your hair into a ponytail, moaning out your name. “Fuck (Y/N).” Dean groans, then throwing you onto the bed, your ass facing him. Before you both even have time to think about putting on a condom, his dick rubs against your pussy lips becoming slippery. “Please fuck me Dean!” You cry out, becoming sexually frustrated, you need him inside you.

He slowly slides his cock into your pussy, “Baby you’re so tight.” You feel every inch of Dean as he slides into you, taking his length in full. With your pussy already leaking wet, Dean starts off with a slow pace, grabbing you by the hips, getting a rhythm. He is already hitting all the sweet spots, something no other man could do for you. “Dean you feel so good inside me.” You moan out, clutching the blankets beneath you. Dean had already wanted to cum the second he went inside you, so nice and tight, so wet for him. He speeds up his rhythm, slamming his cock deep inside your pussy, making you cream all over his cock. Your moans, screams, skin slapping, and the wetness from your pussy fill the air as he ruthlessly fucks you.

Dean pushes your head down onto the bed, grabbing your ass and smacking it leaving red hand marks. Dean has never been this horny in his life before, you are just so irresistible to him. Dean was in a trance by hearing your moans for him, taking all of his dick inside your pussy. “You’re taking my cock so good baby.” Dean moans out, feeling like he’s going to cum soon. Dean stops and pulls out, turning you over on your back, legs up in the air resting on his shoulders. Once again he slams into you, filling you up whole. He leaves lingering kisses along your breasts and neck as you moan out his name. Dean didn’t want this to end, he could go all night with you, and you could do the same. “Fuck I’m about to cum!” Dean yells, pulling out and squirting his hot cum all over your pussy lips. You giggle looking down at his mess. You’re still horny, needing to cum. You start to play with your clit, massaging his hot cum all over your pussy lips. Dean gasps as he sees you doing so, gently sticking one finger inside you as you play with your clit. You moan out as he rubs your g-spot, adding in another finger as he continues. This was all too much for you to handle, after a couple minutes of doing so, you cream all over his fingers and he gladly licks it off his fingers.

The night continues of you and Dean not getting enough of each other, fucking and cumming until you fall asleep for the night.

••

After that night, Dean invited you to stay at the bunker with Sam and him. Sometimes Cas showed up. “I just want to keep you safe.” Dean admits. You’ve known each other for a couple years now, texting back and forth and exchanging phone calls and stories, occasionally seeing each other once a month or so. You pack up all your things and move into the bunker with the boys. You and Dean end up being official a couple weeks after that. You buy new furniture and decor for the boys room, “Trying to make it more homey.” You say.

Life seemed to be almost perfect. Until one faithful day.

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NOW:

“Dean!” You scream out, the demon grabbing you by the neck, choking you.

“Let her go, now.” Dean spits, raising a gun.

The demon stabs your gut, letting you fall to the ground. “I let her go.” The demon snickers.

By the time Dean gets over to you and the demon, they vanish. Dean holds you as you lay dying. “No baby please stay with me.” Dean says in desperation.

“I love you, Dean.” You choke out, blood flowing down your face. Your eyes meet his for one last time, and then you see bright white.

••

“I can’t leave.” You say to the reaper, looking at Dean as he’s sobbing over your body. “It’s too early, we didn’t get to spend our life together. We didn’t get out the life, we didn’t have any children or animals together.” You cry, a pain in your heart, too unbearable to deal with anymore.

“You know what will happen if you stay.” The reaper puts a cold hand on your sunken shoulders. “All those angry spirits you hunt, you will become one.”

“Will I see him again, wherever I go?” You ask.

“I can’t tell you that.” The reaper smiles, “It’s okay to go.”

You leave Dean a cold kiss on his forehead, he looks up shocked. “(Y/N)?” He says, looking around. He could feel your presence.

“Goodbye, Dean.” You say as you walk through the light.

••

Heaven. On the other side it’s beautiful. Mountains covered with large pine trees. A river flows underneath a bridge. The echoing of birds chirping fill the air. A small house, perfect as you could ever imagined lives on the top of the hill, watching over the river. You enter it, pictures of your family, friends, and Dean hang on the walls. Tears fills your eyes, you miss Dean. A knock at the door brings you back to your senses. You open the door, revealing John and Mary Winchester. Both smiling as they hold housewarming gifts. You’ve never met either of them before, but they seemed to know who you were, as they were always watching over Dean.

“Dean will be here soon.” Mary comforts you, placing a gentle hand on your back.

••

You spend the next couple weeks doing the things you love the most. Cooking all your favorite foods, swimming in the always warm water, drinking your favorite liquor. Everyone’s heaven is together. Sometimes you’d go up to the Winchesters house and have dinner, sometimes you’d go fishing with Bobby. Ellen and Joe were there sometimes too; along with all the other hunters you’ve lost along the way.

One day, you were walking down to the lake as you always do. Towel and a book in hand. From afar you notice a tall figure, you immediately knew who it was. “Dean!” You scream out, dropping everything and run to him. He turns around in shock, running towards you also. He picks you up and twirls you around, pulling you in for a long kiss after. Tears flow down Dean’s face as he looks at you. “I love you too.” Dean cries, brushing your hair out of your face, finding it hard to be real that he’s able to see your beautiful self again. “I’ve been waiting for you.” You say, pressing your face into his shoulder, breathing him in. Your heart felt full again. You and Dean take hands and walk up the hill to the bridge, there sits Baby parked. Dean squeals in excitement, immediately jumping in the drivers seat. You laugh and get into the passengers seat. “Head up to that house over there. I have a surprise for you.” You say. Dean obliges.

You knock at the Winchesters door. Mary answers. “Mom?!” Dean cries, hugging her. John walks up too, pulling Dean into an embrace. “We are just waiting for Sam now.” You say to Dean. “Time will go by fast.”

Eventually Sam joins everyone in heaven. Everything was complete. You and Dean had your own house, and got married. Dean enjoys mowing the lawn while you tend to the garden. On the weekends you guys host BBQ’s with all of your friends and family in heaven.

Maybe somethings last forever after all.

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“A cold beer's got twelve ounces

A good truck's got maybe three hundred thousand

You only get so much until it's gone

Duracells in a Maglite

A needle drop on a forty-five

Are the kinda things that only last so long

When the new wears off and they get to getting old

Sooner or later, time's gonna take its toll

They say nothing lasts forever

But they ain't seen us together

Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes

Just a t-shirt in the kitchen

With no make-up and a million

Other things that I could look at my whole life

A love like that makes a man have second thoughts

Maybe some things last forever after all

FM station on the outskirts

Blue jeans after years of shift work

All fading out like I always knew they would

The strings on this guitar

The first love lost on a young heart

Those things are gonna break after the getting's good

'Cause the new wears off and they get to getting old

Yeah, sooner or later, time's gonna take its toll

They say nothing lasts forever

But they ain't seen us together

Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes

Just a t-shirt in the kitchen

With no make-up and a million

Other things that I could look at my whole life

A love like that makes a man have second thoughts

Maybe some things last forever after all

They say nothing lasts forever

But they ain't seen us together

Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes

And I know there'll be that moment

The good Lord calls one of us home and

One won't have the other by their side

But heaven knows that that won't last too long

Maybe some things last forever after all”

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AUTHORS NOTE: I will never forgive SPN writers making that ending so rushed and short. I would have absolutely LOVED for Sam and Dean to see their parents again, Bobby, and just everyone that they’ve lost in heaven together. I wish they would have had an episode “feel good” episode of just everyone being happy in heaven, throwing parties and bbq’s, and just drinking until they’re too drunk. Let me know how you think SPN should have ended!

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Mandy Davis, you punk ass bitch - Sam Winchester/Reader (for #samweek2023)

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Pairing: Sam Winchester/Reader. Tags/Warnings: just fluff! Word Count: 2k Notes: for @ghostsam and @suncaptor's Sam Winchester Appreciation Week :) happy birthday baby boy!!! ily ily ily <;3 Ask to be added to my taglists for future posts!

The alarm clock in Bobby’s guest bedroom was a little busted, so you weren’t crazy confident that it could get you up at midnight like you wanted. True to form, you were hauled ass-first out of sleep a little after two in the morning, and staggered out of bed bleary-eyed and cursing.

What kind of sick freaks tortured themselves like this? Very, very dedicated girlfriends. Just like you’d predicted, the other side of the bed hadn’t been touched. Sam was probably still downstairs, straining his neck over a book and adding to his exhaustive research notes. Totally clueless. You groped around the floor for the spare pajama pants you’d stolen from him ages ago and hopped into them as quietly as you could. The house was serene but not quiet, filled with the natural creaks and sighs of the old wood and the flutter of the loose siding in the breeze. You knew it would be impossible to stay silent on the stupid ancient stairway, but you were determined not to wake Dean. There was no way you were letting him beat you to this like he had last year. Pouring all of your hunter chops into the task, you snuck down the stairs like a goddamn ghost, and made sure to throw Dean’s door two gloating middle fingers in the dark. Eat that, Winchester.

Every inch of the first floor was covered by safe blue darkness, except for a teeny circle of buttery lamplight that you followed to the kitchen. Before you turned the corner, you made bets with yourself about how Sam would be sitting: hunched completely over the kitchen table, that’s for sure, probably rubbing at his aching neck and glaring at what he was reading.

When you were close enough to see, you let your footsteps be heard so as not to scare him. Man, you were good. The same angle you’d pictured and everything.

Sam pried his face away from his research and squinted at his watch, then at you, sheepish. “Oh, hey… sorry. I promised that I’d be up hours ago.”

You knew he was already finding ten ways to beat himself up over it, so you drew yourself towards him with an understanding smile. “No sweat,” you waved it off, “I’m glad you’re still up. It means I get to do this.”

The first chance you got, you pounced on him, sliding up behind his chair and squeezing your arms around his shoulders. Sam made a pleased little sound that quickly became embarrassed—you scooped up his face and started smushing noisy kisses everywhere you could reach. Sam pretended to squirm and groan for your benefit, but he was a lousy actor. Just a few kisses melted him like butter.

As he relaxed, so did you. Sam wrapped a loose hand around your wrist, and you gave him one more deep kiss on the cheek. “Happy birthday, Sammy.”

“So that’s where this is coming from,” Sam realized. He started scrubbing sleepily at his eyes, sighing and laughing without humor, “God, I didn’t even know it was May.”

You hid your evil smile in Sam’s hair. “So… I take it I beat your brother to saying it first?”

“You did,” Sam confirmed. Just by hearing his voice you knew he had on that small, dopey smile that he reserved only for you.

“Fuck yeah,” You hiss in victory. You put on a whole show to get a laugh out of him, pumping your fist and salsaing in a happy circle.

A few tired chuckles seep out of your boyfriend. He sounds beyond exhausted, and you’ve got it so bad for him that just that makes your heart throb with sympathy. Feeling stupid and in love and obsessed with him, you fall down into the closest empty seat and take Sam’s hand, wishing more than anything that the whole world would throw him a party. He deserved so much more than what this shitty world ever gave him. Even the small gift you’d managed to pull together for him didn’t feel like enough.

“I have two gifts for the birthday boy,” you tell him, holding up two important fingers. “Do you want to open them both right now?”

Sam has had a sum total of two good birthdays in his entire life, so he props a hand on his thigh and shrugs. He’s never been very eager to make a thing out of May 2nd. “Whatever you wanna do.”

You make a sound like an incorrect gameshow buzzer. “Wrong! Birthday boy makes the decisions today.”

There it is. Sam cracks an even bigger, shier smile, sinking into his seat a little bit. “Okay, okay,” he relents, “...Can I open them now?”

“Of course you can,” you flirt, and start to feel around under the table. It is your greatest joy in life to mess with Sam, and for a moment you’re flooded with that joy when you find the gift with your hand, pull it loose from where you taped it, and slap it onto the table.

Sam’s face blooms with amused disbelief. He’s been grinding away at these books for hours, and of course, his birthday gift was right under his nose this entire time. “You masterminded all of this, didn’t you?” He guesses, smile growing, “Is the second one under my chair? Behind my ear or something?”

“Close,” you admit, and gesture him in. Dutiful as ever, Sam listens, only to be pulled into a deep, loving kiss. “She’s right here,” you murmur.

It’s a really dorky gift to give him, but more than anything you want this day to be special for him. Underneath all the teasing attitude you’re throwing around, you’re overwhelmed with the urge to do something for him, to make up for the myriad of shitty birthdays he’s survived, and the strength of it could pulverize every monster in the whole damn state. A content hum drains out of him. You kiss him like you could squeeze the fear out of him with your hands, curling your fingers through the tufts of hair at his neck and stroking his scalp.

When you draw back, Sam’s face is bright red. He gives you this bashful look like he’s never in a million years been kissed like that, and instead of getting smug, you just feel plain happy. “I love it,” Sam confesses, “That’s the best birthday gift I’ve ever been given.”

You’re sure that’s not a tough race to beat, but hey, it’s nice to hear. Sam gives your hand a sweet squeeze before scooping your actual, physical gift off the kitchen table. The gift-wrapping resources at Bobby’s house were pretty lacking, so you got creative with some paper bags, twine, and markers, wrapping your gift in the paper and then drawing stars all over it. Sam stares at it for so long that you consider making fun of him, but even the stupid impromptu wrapping paper you came up with is something he’s never had before. You’d kind of hoped that he’d just tear into it, but Sam takes the time to carefully untie your twine knot to keep the paper intact, his long fingers moving delicately along the string.

Packed inside the paper is a set of envelopes. They have teen-you written all over them, from the color of the envelopes, the glitter pen your decorated them with, and the old stickers all over the sides. Some are creased and folded awkwardly, others have smeared pen and peeling stickers. Every single one has Sam’s name written on one side.

“This is your handwriting,” he notices, curious. “...What are these?”

“These,” you enunciate, trying to contain your excitement for his reaction, “are all the love letters I wrote for you in high school.”

Pure delight slowly transforms Sam’s face. His jaw drops, and the second he realizes the absolute treasure trove of glorious teenage embarrassment he’s holding, he slaps the letters protectively to his chest. “No—way,” he gapes, eyes sparkling. “No. There’s no way. There’s no way in hell you’d ever just give me such quality blackmail material like this.”

But you did, because for whatever reason you’re totally into this loser. Those letters are full of the cringiest, sappiest writing one can possibly imagine, back when you’d convinced yourself you were a poetry-writing god and were utterly obsessed with Sam. (Well. Some things never change, but). The two of you hadn’t started dating until much later, so you figured he’d love to see just how long he’s been driving you insane. And, yeah. Blackmail material. If anyone else but Sam ever read these, the galactic weight of your embarrassment would instantly blink you out of existence.

“That’s how much I love you,” you tell him, shrugging. That simple.

The biggest, dorkiest grin takes up his whole face, and you force yourself to relax, happy to know you’ve at least given him this one thing. Without hesitation, he fishes the first letter out of the pile and carefully peels it open. The actual letter is on plain notebook paper, and, to Sam’s utter delight, is also penned in glitter.

He clears his throat and reads the heading. “Ooh. March 6th, 1998.” His smirk is a little too evil for your liking, “We would’ve been in… tenth grade?”

You shove your face in your hands and groan.

“Dear Sam,” he says, in a high, girly voice. You smack him on the shoulder for the shitty impression of you, which just makes the laughter splitting his sides even louder. “Today, I saw Mandy talking to you by your locker—”

“Oh god.”

“She doesn’t even try to hide her stupid crush on you,” Sam reads, biting back giggles. “At least I’m subtle about it.”

Not true. You were not at all subtle about it. God, this is torture… But it’s been a long time since you’ve heard Sam sound this happy.

“I swear, Sammy, I wanted to punch her lights out so bad. She doesn’t even know you, or your family, or what we’re all really like.” Sam throws you a mean little smile at this next part, “Nobody knows you like I do.”

He loves to fuck with you just as much as you love to fuck with him, so, of course, this sends Sam into a full-body fit. He’s bent over the table wheezing for breath just a couple minutes later. You try to hold on to your shame, you really do, but he’s just too damn cute. Sam never laughs like this anymore.

You stuff your blazing hot face into his shoulder, pouting. “Are you happy, now that you’ve humiliated me?”

Sam slouches back in his chair, his whole face bright with humor. He’s so happy that he pulls you out of your chair and loops you into his lap, where you can feel every bit of his bassy laughter seeping through your back. A big, long arm seals around your waist and keeps you close to him, and while you’re distracted by his warmth and hands and cologne, he’s trapped you.

“I am,” Sam confesses, and it’s even more embarrassing how your whole body floods with butterflies. “Think you could keep reading these to me? I wanna hear them in your voice.”

Pfft. Okay. Whatever. With his stupid cute face. “Sam…” I warn.

“Authenticity! And hey,” he budges you, “I thought the birthday boy makes the decisions today?”

You make a face, just to remind him who he’s testing here. But he’s giving you the same pretty, boyish smile you wrote about in these letters a hundred times, the tension in his body gone, and the whole world is quiet just for the two of you. And yeah, it is his fucking birthday.

Sighing, you find the spot where Sam left off. He thanks you with some kisses to your shoulder that make you consider writing poetry about him all over again, and the two of you snuggle close.

“Sleep with both eyes open, Mandy Davis, you punk ass bitch. I know where you live!”

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thefandomchaos · 4 months

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Look I don’t hate Destiel, I’ve written a fanfic for it, but I don’t like it either (same with Sambriel). But I don’t believe Dean was exactly in love with Cas, or at least shouldn’t have been with everything that has happened, and I feel like the ending was forced to please the Destiel stans. And no I’m not doing this to prove that “Wincest is real” or anything, you can ship whatever you want, but hear me out.

The one thing that would never work for me is how would Dean love Castiel with everything Castiel had done to Sam specifically. (HEAR ME OUT- i’m fully talking here in whatever way you want to understand it, platonic or romantic)

•Castiel was the reason that Sam got out of the panic room and released Lucifer, which lead to the many problems in season five and the strain between Sam and Dean’s relationships furthering

•Chance is that Castiel most likely knew about the voicemail

•Castiel took Sam out of the cage without a soul, and while he denies this being a purpose and claims he had no choice, this was deliberately when he was working with Crowley behind and against the Winchesters

•Castiel broke Sam’s wall which led to Sam hallucinations that almost got him killed, and even if he took them away later, he still did this on purpose

Why this bother me so much is because Dean’s world revolves around Sam, and I’m just saying this because it what the series shows us, Dean does everything for Sam, even if it means his own happiness (or sanity, or life) is at stake because his whole life has been revolved around “protecting sammy” since he was a little kid. For Dean, Sam is his brother, son, best friend and soulmate (don’t @ me because this is fucking canon to the show) So why would Dean love Castiel the same way when his done that to Sam?

And this is not even mentioning what Castiel himself has done to Dean, and vice-versa because Dean has said and done things to Castiel as well (“Baby in a trench coat” “Castiel is like a Dog”) which may I ask how is that in any way how you tell someone or express that you love them?

What Destiel Stans don’t sometime seem to understand is that this show isn’t about Dean and Castiel, is about Sam and Dean. The show has always been about the two brothers (Castiel wasn’t even supposed to be a main character in the first place) thats why I’m honestly glad that finale ended like it did. The show ended how it started, just two brothers on a hunt. There was no Castiel, there was no Jack, it was just Sam and Dean, because its their story being told.

Again, I don’t hate Destiel, ship whatever you want (don’t spread hate though, because then who’s the villain here?) but I just don’t understand how Destiel (or Sambriel which is another can of worms, especially with what happened in mystery spot) could work

#supernatural #spn #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #anti destiel #anti destihellers #weirdcest #wincest #samdean #deansam

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 11 months

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May i request a wild ride with no. 15, 20 and 21 for Dean winchester? Rest is up to you. thanks and congrats on 3k, your stories are awesome😘❤

He Fell Harder

Dean Winchester x plus size reader

Dean finally gets his chance to tell her how he feels, after they escape a bunch of hungry ghouls of course

Warnings: canon level violence, kidnapping, mutual pining, implied smut, little bit of nudity, confessions

WC: 1.7k

Minors DNI

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Frustrated, you screamed at the solid iron door that sealed you into this hell-hole where you had been trapped for days or maybe it had been weeks, it was hard to tell. The walls surrounding you were cool to the touch. The smell of mould and mildew blanketing you as you slumped down to the concrete floor, consumed by the pitch black around you. You had no weapons, no plan, no escape. All you could do was sit here and wait for whatever the ghoul that jumped you had planned.

“Sweetheart?” The voice that floated through the vent far above your head sounded familiar, much like the voice of your best friend and the man you had been in love with since you saved him from a vamp three years ago.

“Dean?” You croaked, your head unconsciously tilting back as if it would allow you to hear him better. You hear him chuckle dryly, like he always did when he was anxious or unsure. Your heart fluttered, glad that you weren’t completely alone. “Boy am I glad to hear your dumb voice. How long have I been down here?”

There was a beat of silence. “You’ve been missing for almost two months.” He said bluntly and if you weren’t mistaken, with a tone of deep guilt. The air was knocked from your lungs.

“I’ve been here for that long?” You asked weakly, your body all of a sudden feeling incredibly tired and sore, like your willpower was ripped from you. Dean’s sigh carried through the humid air.

“I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner sweetheart. These fuckers were smart, they even got the work-around Sammy.”

“And you?” You playfully asked, getting a groan in return. “How the fuck did some lousy ghouls get the jump on the great Dean Winchester?” The chill from the concrete wall at your back was slowly seeping through the measly layers you had on and yet you didn’t want to move away.

“I was distracted.” He replied simply and you could almost see the way his plump lower lip jutted out in a toddler-like pout. “It’s not my fault.”

You giggled half-heartedly as you brought your knees up to your chest. “Whatever could distract you must be pretty fucking magnificent.”

“Yeah she is.” He murmured lowly, but you heard him all the same. Your heart dropped to your stomach. You should’ve expected it, Dean was famous for his womanising, even going so far as to abandon a hunt for a night with a gorgeous woman.

“Tell me about her.” You knew it would hurt, that listening to him talk about this mysterious woman would tear you apart, but you needed the comfort of his voice right now.

Dean cleared his throat. “Well she’s insanely attractive. I mean just legs for days and an ass that would make a grown man cry. Don’t even get me started on how absolutely gorgeous her eyes are.” You scoffed at his crudeness but he only chuckled and continued. “But more than that, she’s crazy smart and she’s by far the kindest person I’ve ever met. She’s a little dumb, I mean who challenges me to a pie-eating contest! And even more than that, she’s my best friend and I would do anything for her, including getting kidnapped by a bunch of ghouls just so I could hear her voice again.”

With each word he spoke, the heat in the derelict dungeon seemed to grow. Warmth crawled up your neck, settling on the apple of your cheeks. “And right now, all I care about is how quiet she is after I just spilled my damn heart out to her.”

“Dean-“ You started but were quickly interrupted by the door to your cell slamming open and bright light flooding in. A shadowy figure loomed in the entryway, the stench of blood and rotting guts following them like some sick perfume. “Dean!” You screeched as you attempted to scramble to the furthest corner of the room.

The light glinted off its teeth. “Oh the sweet smell of fear.” It cooed. “Makes the meat so much more tender.”

There was a thudding from the wall. “Don’t you dare fucking touch her!” It just rolled its eyes at Dean’s protest.

The uneven concrete cut into your palms as you planted your feet so you could jump the ghoul before it got too close. It smirked, as if it already knew you were too weak to do anything. “Y/N!” Your legs trembled as you put more of your weight on them, threatening to give out at any moment.

The ghoul snarled. “He won’t be able to help you now.” It darted at you.

Feigning to the left, you narrowly missed its claws. The ghoul slammed painfully into the wall behind where you just were. There was a grizzly-sounding crunch and then a brief moment of silence. You attempted to stand but your knees buckled and you slammed back into the floor. But you couldn’t stop moving, not when it quickly righted itself and began towards you again. “You bitch!” It hissed.

As desperation sank into your bones, you began to crawl towards the open door. The muscles in your arms screamed but you had to get out. A hand closed around your ankle and tugged you backwards, sending you sprawling on the ground. “Get off!” You kicked back, but after months with limited food, it served to only push its jaw away from your leg.

“Y/N!” Dean’s voice was muffled and far away, barely audible over the loud banging that reverberated through the halls, or was it your head? It was hard to tell. Weakly, you clawed for anything you could use as a weapon, the ghoul steadily getting dangerously close to you.

Your vision spun as you were suddenly on your back, the ghoul hovering above you. “I think I’m going to make this last. Eat you nice and slow, make your boyfriend listen to every scream that comes out of that stupid mouth of yours. And then, right as you’re about to die from either the pain or the blood-loss, I’ll bring him over so he can watch as the light fades from your eyes.”

Its face got closer and closer, and then, it was gone. The weight was yanked from your chest with a blur of red and black plaid, the ghoul’s screeching making your head throb. There was the sound of cracking bones, and then nothing.

“Sweetheart, look at me.” You hadn’t realised that you passed out until you opened your eyes. Cringing at the bright light above you, you groaned and buried your face in your soft arms.

“Too bright.”

“Shit, yeah, just one sec.” The light flicked off and you breathed a sigh of relief. Now that it was darker, you felt more confident in opening your eyes once more. The sight you were greeted with was one that you were used to- the shitty decorations, dusty mattress below and couch that should have been torched 20 years ago. You were safe.

“How’d you get us out? Wait how the fuck am I even alive? I was sure that I was toast.” Dean appeared in your eye-line then as he plopped down on the bed beside you. His green eyes were bloodshot and he had dark bags beneath them.

“If we’re being honest, I don’t really remember. I remember you screaming and then I was pounding on the door trying to get to you and somehow it just caved in. The last thing I remember is beating that fucker’s face in.” Your eyebrows scrunched.

“Dean, there was a whole pack of them. There’s no way you killed all of them while also having to drag me out of there.” He scoffed and laid down next to you, taking your hand into his own.

“I don’t know what to tell you sweetheart. But we’re out and you’re safe, that’s the only thing that matters.” Your fingers intertwined and you pulled his hand to your chest.

“Your safety matters too D.” He shook his head, his dirty blond hair now sticking up messily. He squeezed your fingers.

“Not when it comes to you.” Dean’s eyes flicked to your lips. “I would do anything to keep you safe.”

The tip of your nose brushed against his as his free hand came up to cup your full cheek. “You’re my everything.” And then he kissed you.

Slow and sweet, barely even a peck but as you tried to pull him closer to you, desperate for him, Dean rolled on top of you. His strong body fit beautifully between your plush thighs, his weight on top of you being a comfort rather than the terror from the ghoul’s. Your arms wound around his neck as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss even more.

“Dean.” You moaned into his mouth as the hand that was once holding yours now rested on your wide hip, pinning you to him. He groaned at the strung-out sound of your voice.

“Fuck baby. Can I see you?” You nodded but still whined as he pulled away from you. He smirked confidently. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m right here.” His touch skirted beneath your skirt, sending ripples of anticipation through you. The fabric followed his rough hands, slowly creeping up, exposing your body to him in a way that you had both only dreamed about.

Dean sucked in a breath as he finally pulled the shirt from you, leaving you in just a bra. “Holy shit you’re gorgeous.” You smiled bashfully in return.

“Your turn.” Moving faster than you’ve ever seen, Dean ripped all of his layers off in one go, throwing the small pile of fabrics over his shoulder like they had burned him. “Damn Winchester, how have you been hiding all this from me for so long?” Your fingers traced up the softness of his belly, coming to rest above his heart, right where his tattoo was.

“Believe me sweetheart, if it were up to me, you could’ve seen this two years ago.” He reached for your jeans, unbuttoning them quickly so he could shuck them down your shapely legs.

“Two years!” You yelped, “We’ve known each other for three!” He looked away sheepishly, focusing on the panties that still covered you.

“Not my fault. You were goddamn terrifying.” You scoffed as he settled between your legs, throwing them over his broad shoulders.

“Yeah well you’re just scared of powerful women. Let me tell you-“

“Sweetheart, sweetheart. Will you just shut up and let me go down on you?” He pleaded, tugging at the cotton that stretched across your pelvis.

Your mouth snapped shut. “Good, now let me eat.”

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Loverboy

also, this turned into a fic it's 1.4k words.....hehe

warning: pure fluffy domestic morning sammy shenanigans, like one mild sex implcation but that's it. It's all fluff besides the one comment.

Freezing. It was freezing in your bedroom. Teeth chattering and nose cold, you shivered at the drop in temperature. Rolling over your face-to-face with a sound asleep Sammy wrapped in YOUR sherpa blankey, you huff in annoyance and poke his forehead.

“Sam.” Nothing.

“Sammy!” You whisper-yelled, grabbing his shoulder and shaking him. That did the trick. Furrowing his eyebrows, he peeps an eye open as he reaches an arm out, pulling you into his warm body.

“Wha-God, baby, why are you so cold?” Sam hissed when you put your frozen hands on his chest and your freezing toes against his shins.

“‘Cause somebody stole my blankey.” you huffed, tugging at the blanket around his shoulders.

“Oh…Sorry baby.” he whinces when he realizes he’d taken your favorite blanket in his slumber. Pulling it from his shoulders, he wraps it around your body, tucking it into your sides, pulling it over your head and up to your chin, successfully cocooning you in the blanket.

“Better?” he asks.

“Mmm, so much better. And it's all warm from your body heat. Thank you.” you whisper, nuzzling your face into the blanket's warmth.

“Come here.” Sam says, pulling you closer into his chest as he rests his chin on your head. You nuzzle further into his heat and preen as your body begins to warm back up.

“What time is it?” you ask, yawning.

“I don’t know, just go back to sleep, bug.” Sammy whispers.

“Ok.” you yawn one last time and drift back off.

* * *

This time, something wet and cold pressing into the side of your ear wakes you from your slumber.

“Aht, Rosie, No, over here. Come lay down next to Daddy.” Sammy whisper-yells at her, snapping his finger and pointing to the space by yours and his feet. Whining, the pity obeys and slinks into her spot, curling into a bun and resting her head on your feet. Opening your eyes, you smile at Sammy.

“How’s my little caterpillar doing?” Sammy chuckles, pulling the blanket he cocooned you in back over your head.

“Good and warm. Slept like a baby after you swaddled me like one.”

“I’m glad. I wouldn’t want my girl getting frostbite now.” Sammy smiles, moving a piece of hair from out of your face.

“You know who I feel like right now?” you giggle.

“Who?”

“Janet and Rita!” you say in a croaky old accent.

“Oh no. Please don't.” Sammy rolls his eyes, wincing.

“Here come the grannies!!” you quote in the croaked accent, wiggling your “witch” fingers at Sammy as you delve your finger into his sides.

“No, please!” He belly laughs as you tickle his tummy and sides. Sam grabs your arms and rolls atop you, pinning your arms to your sides and caging your body in between his legs, successfully stopping your tickle attack.

“You and that damn show!” Sam sighs, shaking his head at you playfully.

“Don’t lie to me and tell me you haven’t joined Rosie and I while we watched Bluey.” you tease, trying to wiggle out of his grasp.

“Shut up.”

It’s the last thing he says before bending down and kissing your lips. You lean into his kiss and sigh out in content. Sammy’s kisses were always deep and sweet, but something about this kiss had a bit more fervor to it that had you chasing his lips as he pulled away.

“I love you.” he sighs, pressing his forehead into yours.

“I love you too, Sammy.” you whisper against his lips.

Woof!

“And you too, Miss Rosebud!” you giggle, craning your neck to look at Rose, who is now standing by the closed bedroom door.

“I guess we don’t have any time to play, huh?” Sam sighs into the crook of your neck.

“Not now. We must feed the baby.” you giggle, running a hand through his bed head.

“Later?” Sammy asks, pulling his face away from your neck.

“Later.” you promise, biting into your bottom lip.

Sammy smirks, sealing the deal with a kiss and popping up from the bed.

“Come on, Rose! Let’s go potty and eat!” he yells, clapping his hands together as he exits the bedroom with Rose.

* * *

You quickly wash your face, brush your teeth and hair, and slip into a comfy sweater and sweatpants before padding into the living room. Walking into the living room, you see Rosie eating by the back door and Sammy cooking at the stove, now wearing a soft blue sweater with his pajama pants. Walking over to him, you wrap your arms around his torso and rest your cheek against his back.

“Glad you could join us,” Sammy smiles, squeezing your arms that were wrapped around him.

“I didn’t pick a record because I thought you could do us the honor.”

“Oooooh the highest honor indeed! Thank you, bub. I’ll be right back.” you say, kissing his shoulder blade and padding over to the turn table.

Crouching down, you brush your finger across the spines of your shared vinyl collection. Landing on one in particular, you pull it from its place and unsheath the record from its protective sleeve. Placing the record down on the turntable, you pick up the needle and place it on a specific song. The sultry vocals of Jimi Hendrix’s “Have You Ever Been (to Electric Ladyland)” fills the quiet.

You dance back into the kitchen, where Sam has begun plating your breakfast.

“Ah, so it’s a Jimi kind of morning, I see,” Sammy smirked as you danced around the kitchen, swaying your hips to the music.

Finishing his plating, he grabs your plates and goes to the kitchen table, placing them in your respective spots.

Sam rejoins your little dance party, grabbing your waist with both hands and dancing with you as “Gypsy Eyes” begins to play.

“Well, I realized that I’ve been hypnotized! I love your gypsy eyes. I love your gypsy eyes.” Sam sings, spinning you around to face him.

As you shimmy and dance around the kitchen and living room, singing and dancing, the song starts to end.

“Ok, my little gypsy, let's eat.” Sammy chuckles, kissing your nose and patting your ass softly.

As you finish up your breakfast, so does the record.

“It’s your turn to pick a record now.” you smile as you pick up your plates and head into the kitchen to clean up. As you begin washing the dishes, you hear the sounds of “Love in Store” by Fleetwood Mac fill the house.

“Samuel Francis, I know you did not pick this for yourself.” you scold as he walks back into the kitchen.

“You’re right. I picked it for you. I know you love this album, and I wanted to keep the good vibes going.” He smiles, kissing the top of your head.

Finishing the dishes, you start shimmying again, but now to the sweet melody of “Gypsy.”

“I’m starting to sense a theme today.” you smile, waltzing into Sammy’s open arms.

“Mmm, I guess so.” he smiles, swaying the two of you back and forth.

How did you get so lucky? You smile to yourself as you stare into your lover's eyes.

She is dancing away from you now

You pull away from his arms and wiggle away, spinning around in Stevie-style circle with your hands stretched out wide. Sam just admires you in your element with the biggest, goofiest grin on his face. As you finish your little dance, your hair is tousled, your cheeks are flushed, and you stand there as you giggle and grin at him. Shaking his head playfully, he stalks over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist as your arms go around his neck.

“I love you so so much.” he smiles, eyes glimmering as he looks down at you.

“I love your spirit and your confidence. I love your smile and that you love music just as much as I do. I love waking up to your silly shenanigans every morning, and I love our little family. I love the life we’ve created and that I get to spend the rest of my days with you. I love you so much, bug,”

“I love you too, Sammy,” you smile, eyes watery and lips pouty. He leans in and kisses you passionately as the song fades out.

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Come hell or high water. | Dean Winchester X Reader.

Summary: Looming over the Winchesters and [Y/N] is the war between heaven and hell. Dean will ultimately be faced with a choice he’d never be able to make. What will happen?

This will be a multi-part story, not necessarily set in a specific season but around 4-5 would be the best fit.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: None

Mentions: Sam Winchester, Lucifer, random made up characters to further the plot.

Here’s Part II if you haven’t read it.

Dean was the first to come to, coughing several times as he looked around to try and determine where the hell he was. Blinking several times to clear up his eyes he’d look from left to right—the surrounding area was dusty, dark, musty smelling and had rugs or blankets covering the windows. All the makings of an abandoned building of some sort. “Damn it.” He said aloud, realizing that they’d been hunting vamps and must’ve gotten jumped at some point. Though his memory was fuzzy for some reason. Now that he’d sort of figured out the location, he turned to the left and saw [Y/N] who was still unconscious. “[Y/N/N]. Babe.. [Y/N]!” He tried to be assertive but not too loud, after all he didn’t know where the vamps or whoever got the jump on them were. They could be anywhere.

It was no use though, [Y/N] wasn’t budging or waking up. This made Dean turn to the right, seeing his brother in a similar scenario. “Sammy. Sam.. Sam!” He spoke, same thing as seconds before—using an assertive tone but not raising his voice too much. Unfortunately Sam wasn’t budging either, still out cold. Sighing now, it was time for Dean to formulate a plan to get them awake and then to get all three of them the hell out of here.

Yesterday.

They’d been driving for seventeen hours now, all three of them swapping out and taking turns to drive so they could sleep or just rest in general. Right now Sam was driving and instead of taking the passenger seat once he’d passed his brother the driving responsibility, he slipped into the back with [Y/N] even though she was napping. They’d stopped at a gas station and Dean ran inside to grab some snacks and a couple drinks—coming back out and seeing his girlfriend asleep in the backseat. “I’m glad she’s finally getting some sleep.” Sam spoke, finishing up with pumping the gas. “Yeah. Me too. Sad it took this damn long but at least she’ll be rested when we get there.” Dean replied, only glancing towards his brother for a second or two before looking at her again. It was clear that he was worried, Sam was too, after the conversations they had with [Y/N] at the motel in New Orleans. She took two separate shifts driving already and hadn’t slept until she finally knocked out a few hours prior. Dean circled around the Impala and gently opened the back door. Luckily [Y/N] hadn’t moved too much, she still had her legs tucked in towards her butt and so it left enough room for him to sit and be comfortable. Leaning forward the eldest Winchester placed the plastic bag with the snacks and drinks on the floor by his feet. Sam got into the driver’s seat and accidentally closed the door a little too hard, which was met with a glare from his older brother. “A-Are we there yet?” She asked, eyelids slowly opening as she noticed the car had stopped. “No, sweetheart. Almost.” Dean answered, rubbing her calf gently. “Dean? When did you get back here?” [Y/N] asked before tilting her head up to see her boyfriend sitting by her feet. He’d smiled at her while continuing to rub her leg. “I came back when I switched out with Sam. I wanted you to keep napping and you did until right now, since someone’s got a heavy hand.” He replied, again glaring at Sam who looked apologetic. “Dude I’m sorry I didn’t realize I had that momentum.” She smiled as the younger Winchester spoke up. “It’s okay, I probably should be up anyways.” [Y/N] sat up briefly and gave her body a little bit of a stretch. “Nuh-uh-uh. Nope. You’re gonna go back to sleep.” Dean insisted. “I’ve been asleep for hou-“ she began to say but Dean cut her off. “Three hours. You’ve been asleep for three hours and we’ve been driving for seventeen.” She sighed, not realizing they’d been on the road that long.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel..” She started but then was met with a glare, albeit playful, from her boyfriend. “Alright, alright.” [Y/N] chuckled not wanting to push it. Sam had put the key into the ignition and Baby’s engine purred to life. As the car began to move, she’d look over towards Dean. “Do you mind if I lay my head on your lap?” She asked, keeping her tone lower mostly because she was just tired. “Of course you can, baby.” He replied with a smile. [Y/N] leaned into him and pressed a soft kiss to his lips which he happily returned. “Get some more sleep okay? We’ll have to hit the ground running when we get there.” She simply nodded, pushing herself down a little so that she could lay down again. Positioning her head onto his thigh, [Y/N] would soon fall back asleep.

Four hours later.

Sam had pulled the impala into the motel parking lot. Dean had actually called ahead and booked their room so that they could start working immediately. After putting Baby into park and turning the engine off, Sam would exit the vehicle. Softly Dean would shake [Y/N] to let her know it was time to get up. “We’re here babe.” He spoke, keeping his tone low so he wouldn’t scare her and make her jump. Slowly she lifted her head up and yawned. “Okay, thanks D’. Just give me a minute.” She replied before sitting up and stretching in the backseat. Slowly both the older brother and [Y/N] exited the impala. It was at this moment Sam came back from the main office with the room key. “Alright I got the key so let’s get in and get sorted.” Now the younger brother would insert the key into the lock and twist, granting them access to their room. Dean had told his girlfriend to just go inside, he’d grab the books and the bags. [Y/N] walked in and looked around the room briefly. “So, Dean and I figured we’d do a little work ahead of time. We called the coroner’s office and told them we were FBI, inquiring about the murders and setting up an appointment to see them.” Sam spoke, throwing his stuff on the right-side bed. “So, sounds like vamps?” [Y/N] asked, nervously fidgeting with the sleeves of her hoodie. Sam offered a sympathetic smile. “Yeah.. as far as everything they said. Of course we’ll know for sure when we go see them.” She nodded, this information was promising but it didn’t settle her nerves much. Dean would walk into the room and throw his bag and [Y/N]’s onto the left-side bed. “So, our appointment to go see the bodies is within the hour. I think we just gotta suit up and move out.” Dean spoke, both Sam and [Y/N] nodded. “Alright, I’ll go change first.” She spoke before headed into the bathroom with the bag she’d packed her clothes in—the two brothers pulling out the suits they’d brought to make the process quicker. Soon enough all three were dressed in their FBI best, Sam and Dean in classic black suits and ties while [Y/N] was dressed in a black pencil skirt, white blouse and a black blazer. Packing up their badges and bringing the essentials on them, they headed out.

“Hi, I’m Agent Hetfield.” Dean began. “These are partners Agent Ulrich and Agent Tomasi.” First to wave was Sam, [Y/N] offering a nod. “We’re here to check out the murder victims from a couple days ago.” All of this information was taken in by the receptionist before she’d press a few buttons on phone and informed the coroner that the FBI had arrived. Within a moment or so, a man dressed in scrubs came out and greeted the trio. “Hi, I’m Doctor Cortez.” He greeted, shaking everyone’s hands. “Right this way.” He’d then begin leading them towards the morgue. It was a short walk and they pushed through the doorway and into the room. Dr. Cortez opened two of the drawers to reveal both murder victims. “This is Alicia Monroe, 24, found in the middle of a ranch field. This is her boyfriend Charles Feldman, 26, also found in that same field.” [Y/N] was the first to speak after that. “So, my partners here were the ones discussing some things over the phone. What did you determine was cause of death?” This made the doctor sigh. “Honestly it’s been pretty difficult to pinpoint what was the exact cause.” He replied. Sam raised his eyebrow at this, confused. “What do you mean by that?” Dr. Cortez looked towards the younger Winchester and looked rather defeated. “There’s a couple of things that could have caused death, but one doesn’t stick out more than the other.” Dean sighed. That wasn’t a good sign. He pulled his card from his pocket and handed it over to the doctor. “If you can determine cause of death, or have any additional information just call that number.” Dean spoke, a nod coming from the doctor. “We’ll leave you get back to work, thanks Doc’. We appreciate your time.” [Y/N] said before the trio exited the morgue and began walking back towards the front of the building.

“There’s definitely something.. wrong here. Have you ever seen a vampire kill that wasn’t easily called as exsanguination or a broken neck?” She asked, looking towards the brothers once they’d exited the entire building. “Not that I can think of, no.” Dean answered. “Yeah I’m not recalling any.” Sam added. This was causing [Y/N] to feel increasingly nervous again, looking down and toying with the buttons on her blazer. “Hey, breathe okay? We’ll figure it out. We always do.” Dean tried to assure her, but she knew that something was very wrong. “We’ve got the strongest team between us, we always find out what’s going on one way or another.” Sam reassured, but their words unfortunately weren’t going what they’d hoped. “I got their names so, we can talk to their families and see if something weird had been going on.” She said, finally gazing up—her eyes flicking from one Winchester to the other. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. I’ll look it up while you guys grab coffee.” Sam replied, getting into the backseat once they’d all reached the impala. Dean pulled the keys from his pocket and got into the driver’s side as [Y/N] got into the passenger seat. No one else had said much in the drive which Sam would be directing once he located the addresses of the victims families. [Y/N] was zoned out, lost in her brain and wondering why this case had seemed so weird. Once they made it about ten minutes up the road they found a place for coffee, Sam bringing in his laptop and setting it up on the table. [Y/N] sat with Sam while Dean waited in line to order their drinks. It was silent between them, just the little bit of hustle and bustle of a local cafe. “What if..” she began, debating on whether or not she’s gonna vocalize her theory. “Yeah?” Sam asked, flicking his gaze up to look at her face. “Those holes in their necks.. they were weird. They didn’t look like they were really made by a vampire. If they were, it was.. I don’t know. Weirdly not used? They didn’t look like the normal holes vamps leave behind.” [Y/N] sighed, knowing it probably sounded crazy. “Say that’s true, what the hell could’ve caused them?” He asked, clicking some keys on his laptop. “That’s something I can’t put my finger on, but Sam something is incredibly off..” she sighed as Dean had approached the table and placed his brother and his girlfriend’s drinks in front of their respective person. “What’re you guys talking about?” He asked, bringing his own drink up to his lips and taking a sip.

“[Y/N] got a good look at the holes on the victims necks, said they don’t look like regular holes from vamps.” Sam answered, using one hand to move the cursor around his laptop and using his free hand to grab the coffee cup. Quickly bringing it up to his lips and taking a drink. Dean looked puzzled, gazing over to his girlfriend. “What’s that mean?” He’d ask, eyes watching her closely. “I don’t know how to explain it other than.. they weren’t used? Like, it looks as though they were made to throw us off but it doesn’t look like blood was sucked out.” She answered. Truth was, she still wasn’t sure what the hell that meant. Eyes flicking between the table and her boyfriend’s green eyes. “So what, something or someone wants us to think it’s vamps and not something else?” Dean asked, focusing his gaze between his younger brother and his girlfriend. “That’s my best guess, like I said.. something just isn’t right here.” [Y/N] sighed before grabbing her coffee and finally taking a drink, finding momentary comfort in its warmth. “Alright well, I found the addresses for the victims and their families. What if you guys go investigate their apartment? I’ll go talk to the families and see if they know anything that could help.” Sam spoke, writing things down on a piece of paper he’d brought along. “Alright, yeah, you drop us off there and then drive since you’ve got two destinations and we’ve just got the one.” Dean answered, knowing she wouldn’t mind—especially considering it meant she didn’t have to act entirely okay in front of strangers. [Y/N] continued to sip on her coffee, sighing quietly. She wished that she didn’t feel so apprehensive about this case but her gut was telling her something was wrong. Dean kept his eyes on her now, silently watching as she struggled and wishing so desperately that he could ease her worry and her pain.

Coffees were finished and soon enough the trio was piling back into the impala. Sam in the driver’s seat with [Y/N] and Dean in the backseat. He’d taken her hand into his and interlaced their fingers together, gently rubbing the pad of his thumb along the bottom part of her hand. Slowly stroking from the base of her thumb to about her wrist and back again. It was roughly a fifteen minute drive to where the couple had been living, Sam briefly put Baby in park. “Alright, anything goes wrong or you learn anything text or call.” Sam tells them, earning a playfully annoyed look from both his brother and [Y/N]. “Thanks dad.” She said, chuckling softly which prompted Dean to chuckle. “You too, though.” He spoke with his eyes on his little brother. “Will do.” Sam smiled after saying, the back door opening and Dean slipping out first. [Y/N] smiled at the younger of the brothers and placed her hand on his shoulder for a moment. “Be safe.” She said, he nodded. “You guys too.” He replied and in similar fashion she nodded. [Y/N] slid out of the backseat and flattened her skirt to assure it wasn’t caught on anything. Once Dean closed the door again, Sam slowly took off down the street. Luckily the place that the couple was renting wasn’t difficult to get into—[Y/N] slicing through the police tape with her knife. Dean pushed the door open gently and the two of them made their way inside. Upon their entry the smell had both of them look towards one another with a widened gaze. “Do you smell that?” He asked, immediately prompting her to nod. “Yup—that’s never a good sign.” She sighed. “It’s just a hint, maybe it’s coincidence?” He sighed. “It’s never just coincidence for us.” She spoke up, both clearly more tense and on higher alert. Dean and [Y/N] both drawing their guns just in case. Slowly they moved as a unit, clearing every room but the worry in their guts was only reaffirmed as they moved deeper into the house. There was only one room left after a few minutes, which was the couple’s bedroom. “I’ve got you covered.” [Y/N] said, gun aimed forward just over Dean’s shoulder. He nodded, keeping his own gun aimed forward while he reached forward using his free hand and quickly turned the doorknob. Pushing the door open, they both slowly entered.

They looked in opposite directions once inside, assuring there would be no sneak attacks. Eyeing the shelf in front of her, she ran her finger across the substance that had been left behind. Briefly smelling it made her heart sink. “D, look—we were right.” She spoke up, leading to him turning to face her and seeing the residue. “Sulfur.” They said together in unison which confirmed their suspicions upon entering the house. “Why the hell were demons here?” Dean asked, pulling his hand over his face as everything had just become more difficult and more dangerous. “I don’t know, but if demons are involved..” she began, sighing again. “..that means Lucifer is involved.” Both of their expressions had hardened with irritation mixed with confusion. “I guess that’s why you felt so strongly about this being something more than what it presented as..” Dean was frustrated. It was evident and he was trying to keep composure for [Y/N]’s sake. She hated being right in times like this, but, there was no denying it anymore. “I just don’t understand the game plan here, like what does he even want from us?” She asked, eyes scanning around the area for any other potential clues or signs. “I wish I knew, sweetheart. Your guess is as good as mine.” Dean didn’t like this, not even a little bit. Slowly pulling his cellphone from his pocket he began to type a text to Sam.

📲 Dean: {Hey Sammy, we’ve got a problem. You get to the first family’s house yet?}

📲 Sam: {Yeah, man. Just got here. What’s the problem?}

📲 Dean: {We’re at the house and the minute we walked in the door something smelt off. We get to the couple’s bedroom and [Y/N] and I found sulfur residue.}

📲 Sam: {What.. why the hell are demons involved?}

📲 Dean: {No clue. We’re looking into things here just wanted to give you a heads up.}

[Y/N] had been looking around while Dean texted his little brother. Trying to make sense of what was happening. She walked towards the nightstand and looked at a picture that was standing in its frame. “They seemed decently happy, at least in pictures.” Her voice broke Dean from his daze and he looked towards her now. “Maybe they reached out to the demons? Make a deal?” He offered an explanation but, it didn’t seem to fit. “I mean, maybe but that seems unlikely. I haven’t seen anything in here that screams ‘devil made me successful’. Besides if they made a deal, why not just wait to collect. They weren’t old enough to have made that deal ten years ago—they’d have been teenagers.” [Y/N] replied, wedging the nightstand drawer open and grabbing a stack of envelopes. Flicking through them to see if anything stood out. “Anything?” Dean asked, beginning to look around the other side of the room. “Just seems like bills for the most part, nothing crazy.” She sighed, throwing them back into the drawer. Finding nothing more really, [Y/N] began walking towards where her boyfriend stood. However she was stopped in her tracks—Dean hearing a loud thud from behind him, slowly he goes to turn around but feels two fingers press against his forehead and everything goes black.

Present time.

Dean had been trying to wrack his brain, trying to formulate some sort of escape route. However it was difficult for just him, he had no sense of time—no idea how long it had been since he tried to wake his brother and his girlfriend up. Suddenly a bit of noise began to break the heavy silence. Dean’s eyes immediately moved to Sam who was moving around, figuring out rather quickly that he was tied to a chair. “Sammy, hey, you’re awake.” His younger brother slowly turned his head in the direction he’d heard Dean’s voice from. “Dean..? Where the hell are we?” He asked, blinking repeatedly to clear his eyes. “I don’t know, some abandoned building. I’ve been trying to figure it out but I can’t get free.” Dean would sigh, his eyes moving to where his girlfriend was restrained. She still hadn’t moved. “Where’s [Y/N]?” Sam asked, almost like he sensed his older brother’s actions. “Right here, other side of me. She’s still out.” His eyes didn’t move from his girlfriend even when he’d spoken. It’s like he was trying to will her into waking up, just so he could know that she was okay. “Man, the last thing I remember was leaving the male victim’s family’s house—then nothing.” Sam spoke, not too loud, who really knew who was out there listening to them. “I heard a thud behind me in the couple’s room, I’m assuming it was [Y/N] hitting the floor. I went to turn around and then boom, nothing.” Dean too trying to recollect anything that would give a hint to where they were or who’s behind holding them captive here.

“Have you seen anything moving while you’ve been awake?” Sam asked, glancing around trying to see if there was any evidence that someone or something was nearby. Dean shook his head. “No, it’s been pretty silent. I’ve been trying to figure out how the hell we get outta this..” Sighing the older brother turned his gaze towards [Y/N] with concern and love glimmering in those green eyes. “C’mon [Y/N/N].. you’ve gotta wake up babe.” He whispered, seemingly at the perfect time or maybe she’d heard him. “W-where am I..? Dean? Sam?” She asked, keeping the volume down—her voice was raspy from not being fully awake yet. “Hey, hey, I’m here. Sam’s here too. We’re.. well we don’t know where the hell we are.” Dean confessed, [Y/N] doing what they’d each done, blinking the blurriness from their eyes. Once she had, she met Dean’s gaze with her [Y/E/C] eyes and it made him feel incredibly safe. He was still worried about how they were gonna get out of here, but knowing she was okay gave him so much relief. “I don’t remember anything after a certain point in that couple’s bedroom..” she admitted, looking over to see Sam as well. “Who the hell got the jump on us?” She asked, to which the brothers could only shrug slightly. “We have no idea, honestly.” Sam spoke up. “Wait..” Dean spoke out loud, realizing after a fair share of movement that his arms weren’t in as tight of a grip as they had been. “..I can get out of this just gimmie a second.” He spoke before wriggling around against the wooden chair, after another few moments the rope slid off of his arms and onto the floor. Both Sam and [Y/N] looked relieved as Dean grabbed his knife, cutting his legs free. Immediately running to his girlfriend and cutting her free, followed up by his little brother. Sam stood up to stretch his limbs and [Y/N] had too, but she was almost immediately engulfed by Dean and a tight hug. “Hi, I’m here. I’m right here.” She replied, knowing he’d been worried about her and having to see her like that with no means to help. “I know I’m just glad you’re awake.” He said with his lips pressing against her head, kisses being placed periodically.

Suddenly a voice broke the tender moment. “Awww, how touching is this?” it said. Dean, [Y/N] and Sam all turned to see where the voice had come from. Sure enough, all their previous suspicions were proved correct. “Lucifer.” All three said in unison, scowls on their faces. “C’mon, why the long faces! I think I look good today.” He laughed, which had the hunters all rolling their eyes. Lucifer finally took a step outside of the shadows and came into view. His face wore a smirk that spread from ear to ear, reminiscent of the Cheshire Cat. Seconds passed and he let his gaze linger on all three of the hunters that stood before him, an uneasy feeling now lingering in the air. Sam was the first to speak up, irritation coating his tone. “What do you want, Lucifer?” He asked, glaring towards the devil himself. “Oh let me bask in the glory of what’s about to happen before I deliver the blow Sammy! You just have to ruin all the fun.” Lucifer replied with an ever wicked grin still painted upon his lips. “Cut the shit, Lucifer. We’re not here to live in your monologue.” [Y/N] spoke, still holding onto Dean while her gaze was shooting daggers toward the fallen angel. However instead of gaining the usual level of irritation they’d get in talking back to him, Lucifer continued to grin. This set off alarms in all three of the hunters as they exchanged looks of concern. “What? Expecting some other reaction are we?” He asked, his gaze now falling solely upon Dean.

“What’s your angle then huh? Get to it already so we can get the hell out of here.” Dean spoke, returning the devil’s gaze and not backing down an inch. Silence again overtook the room, Lucifer’s eyes unmoved from Dean’s. Sam and [Y/N] turned their heads to look at one another. Something was happening, something was shifting and it wasn’t good—especially if it had Lucifer this happy. “Fine.” It was a simple statement from the fallen angel, but it wasn’t followed by further information. Not at first. “I’m here to inform you, Dean Winchester, that you’ve got an incredible choice on your hands. One that will alter everything you stand for and everything you believe in—a choice that will tear you apart inside until you’re asking to be Michael’s meat suit.” [Y/N]’s stomach dropped hearing this, because that meant it was something bigger than even her intuition could’ve imagined. “Yeah? What’s this ‘important choice’ then huh?” Dean asked, Sam watching from the other side. He had just as bad a feeling about this as [Y/N] did—neither had any chance to speak up though, Lucifer answering immediately. “It’s simple really. You, oh you’ve got the choice of who gets a one way ticket to pain and suffering. Dean Winchester, it’s your decision who gets sent to hell here today. Little Sammy-boy..” he paused, gesturing towards the younger of the Winchester brothers. “or..” Dean’s heart was racing, knowing exactly what was coming but dreading having to hear it said aloud. “..your beautiful, so very beautiful, girlfriend [Y/N].”

#dean winchester #dean x reader #fanfic #supernatural #dean winchester imagines #spn #spn imagines #dean winchester x reader #fanfics

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duck-at-midnight · 3 months

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Little Duck

Summary: After the Ghostface attacks in New York, Tara lost control on when she regresses. Tonight, Sam has a dinner with Kirby and Danny, Tara is forced to come along.

Content warning: age regression, Sam is Tara's caregiver, wetting

WC: 1315

Special thanks to my boy @writing-rat, who watched scream 6 with me and listened to my building thoughts on this idea.

“Sam, please, just let me stay home.”

“For the last time, Tara, no.”

The younger sister pouted. “Please, I don’t want to crash your date.”

Sam waved her comment off. “You’re not, Danny and Kirby love you, and I don’t want a repeat of last time.”

She quickly shook her head. “It won’t, I swear!”

“You can’t promise that.”

“But I can! I don’t feel bad or stressed or anything! I don’t want a repeat.”

Sam let out a sigh. “Tara, I know you would rather stay home but I can’t leave you here alone in good conscience.” She paused to look her sister in the eyes. “I tried Gale but she can’t watch you. I’m sorry, you have to come with us.Please go get dressed.”

Tara huffed and dragged her feet to her room to change into nicer clothes. She hated that she wasn’t allowed to be alone anymore. It wasn’t like she did anything too bad last time she regressed when she was alone. The replacement rug was better than the old one anyways.

She laid on the couch wearing a nice dress fidgeting with her fidget cube as she stared up at the ceiling with her earbuds in playing an old playlist.

In the corner of her eye, she saw Sam answer the door.

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath before opening them and removing her earbuds, she sat up. She joined Sam at the door.

“Hey Tara, you ready?” Danny asked, flashing a smile at her.

Nodding, “Yeah, sorry that I have to tag along.”

Kirby dismissed the apology. “Don’t worry about it at all. We love having you with us too.”

She felt a pat on the back from her older sister. “I’ll try to stay out of the way as much as possible and let you three enjoy your date.”

“Again, Tara, don’t worry. We love spending time with you.”

“But,” Danny interrupted, “We should get going. We’re going to be late.”

On the way to the restaurant, Tara felt a slight buzz in the back of her mind. She tried to brush it off but the stimulation of the city was proving to be too much. She stopped to put in her earbuds back in to help tune out the noise.

Large hands grabbed her and pulled her close nearly making her scream until she looked up to see it was Danny who mouthed ‘sorry.’ She stayed close to him as Kirby and Sam were leading the way.

As they were standing in line to meet the hostess, Tara felt the buzzing come back stronger. She grabbed Danny’s hand and shoved her face into his chest.

Quickly, she felt herself get lifted and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hand patted her back. They moved through the restaurant following the waitress as Tara gripped the back of Danny’s shirt tightly.

They sat at a booth and Tara made it clear she didn’t want to be put down as she whined loudly when Danny sat her in the seat. He moved Tara into his lap as he pulled out his phone for Tara to play a game. He removed the earbuds from her ears without disturbing her focus.

“Well, I’m glad she didn’t stay home.” Sam commented.

“She was trying to avoid it.” Danny defended the younger girl.

“She was trying pretty hard.” Kirby added. “But she can’t help it.”

Sam let out a small sigh as she watched Tara tap at the phone. “I know, she tries so hard.” She smiles. “Tara.” Her sister looks up at her. “What do you want to eat?”

“Chicken nuggets!”

A long sigh as the girl goes back to her game. “Of course, you want chicken nuggets. Can we put you in a pull-up?”

”No!” She whined loudly.

“Tara, you need to. I’m sure Danny doesn’t want an accident on his pants.”

”No, Sammy! I’m a big girl.”

“Tara, now.”

”No!”

The sisters stared each other down that ended with Danny clearing his throat. “I’m sure Tara will let us know, right? You’re a big girl, huh?”

”Yes!” She smiled up at him.

Sam gave him a look. “You sure?”

”We’ll be fine.”

The couple talked as the girl tapped away on the screen receiving occasional help from Danny who peered over her head at the screen. She was in her own world swapping between two different apps.

When they or food was delivered, Sam spoke up to Tara. “Time to put up the phone and eat.” She received a loud whine. “I’m sure Danny doesn’t want ketchup on his phone.”

”I’ll give it back after we finish eating, ok?” Danny said lightly. “Want to sit on your own?”

She shook her head as he took the phone pouting as she eyed her sister.

“The faster you eat, the quicker you can have the phone back.” Kirby said as she cut into her steak. With that in mind, Tara started shoving chicken nuggets in her mouth. “Woah, slow down, kid. Chew first.”

“Please don’t choke.” Sam pleaded.

The group ate quietly, chiming in with the occasional conversation, several reminders for Tara to use a napkin, and reminders to be careful with her drink.

In the middle of a conversation, Tara’s eyes widened as she looked up at Sam. She tried to open her mouth but shut it as she saw Sam responding to something Danny said.

“You ok, Tara?” Kirby asked.

”I-“ She stuttered before Sam met her eyes. “I need to pee.”

”Oh, shit.” Sam said before trying to get up.

Her eyes welled up with tears refusing to move when Sam tried to pull her up.

“Uh, Sam, it’s already too late.” Danny whispered to her.

”I’m so sorry, babe. I knew I should’ve put her in a pull-up.” Sam said feeling terrible about her sister wetting herself in his lap. She sat back down and felt Danny grab her hand on the table.

“It’s ok, it happens. Tara tried her best.” He assured her. “Besides, I knew what I was risking.” With his free hand, he gave Tara a hug. “You ok, kiddo?”

She nodded her head with tears streaking down.

”Don’t worry about it. It can happen to anyone.” Kirby said with a smile. “I might have a jacket in the car to cover you.” She slipped out from the table to check for one and pay for their dinner.

Danny slipped Tara his phone who accepted it while wiping her face. “It’s ok, little duck. We’re ok.”

The girl began focusing on a video on his phone, calming herself down. The adults focused on her making sure she was calming down. She slipped her thumb into her mouth without thinking.

Sam fished out the pacifier from her bag and with the help of Danny replaced the thumb. She pushed the girl’s hair out of her face.

Kirby returned with a jacket to cover Tara’s bottom half that covered Danny as well when he carried her. The couple let Tara hold on to the phone as Danny carried her to the car.

He placed her in the backseat making sure the jacket covered the seat. He moved to sit in the back with Tara when Sam stopped him.

“You take front. I’ll watch her in the back.”

“It’s no problem, I can sit in the back with her.”

”You’re already covered in pee and had her sit in your lap all dinner. I can sit in the back with her.”

”If you insist, but I truly don’t mind sitting with our little duck.” He said pressing a kiss to Sam’s lips.

Sam got in the back and checked on her sister who was focused on a video leaning against the window. Sliding into the middle seat and buckling before leaning Tara against her.

The small girl was asleep before they made it back home.

#tara carpenter #scream fic #tara carpenter fic #ducky writing #sam carpenter x kirby reed x danny #little tara

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caitlynskitten · 7 days

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I’m glad you liked Abigail and I agree about Sammy and I wish we’d seen more of her as a vampire

I really hope we see Kathryn Newton do another film with Melissa

I also love Frank as a villain and how despicable Dan Stevens made him

Honestly I was gonna say that I actually loved everybody here. I think their performances were so good and they were so funny I couldn’t hate them. Not even Frank.

Although I’m glad he did die and I’m so happy it was Abigail AND Joey who killed him I thought that was so fucking cool

I KNOW NOW I WANT KATHRYN NEWTON AS A VAMPIRE NOW 😭😭😭😭 She’s the next horror queen I need her to bite necks like NOW! I loved her she was so good I’m so sad that she died though lmOoo

Honestly I hope we get more sequels. I would love to see more of Abigail tearing people apart. Also the actress so so so so adorable and also so fucking good! Her performance was amazing!!!

#asks #comingupforblair #Abigail #abigail movie

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thecryptidart1st · 9 months

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I am so happy over the Tales From The Pizzaplex Books being canon

GGY my beloved<3

I’m glad that at least Steel Wool is using the canon of the book lines at least more consistantly than Scott did (and actually validating which ending we are on. The Sammy debate however will continue apparently ;A;)

Personally, I think the FNAF games should stand on their own without doing “homework” to understand the significance of the ending of a DLC story, but I’ve been in the fandom too long, I’m tired of theorizing, and I’m too stubborn to sit down and read ALL the FNAF books

And yet I’m still here analyzing every second of new content from Ruin and wearing every available Hot Topic FNAF t-shirt at work. If there are free PDFs available, I will try and fight my ADHD to read them

#answering asks #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach ruin #is this what it is like to be a star wars or resident evil fan #its been 9 years #i think im overtheorized so much that i had to make soldered wires just to understand anything in this plot #so help me god im going to rewrite security breach myself

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anythingforjtk · 7 months

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Waited All Your Life

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, kissing, very slight angst

a/n: I don’t usually write anything but I’ve been feeling particularly inspired and bored lately! It’s definitely not perfect but this is something short and sweet and slightly fall themed to get into all of the Jake feels. Enjoy!!

It was your favorite time of the year. The leaves were changing color and the air was starting to cool down. That and it was time for your annual cabin trip with your favorite people.

You have known Jake, Josh, Danny and Sammy for as long as you could remember. You grew up in the house next to the Kiszka family and by default, became close to the Wagners as well.

You were closest in age to the twins and found yourself being most connected to them, especially Jake. There was something about the two of you that always clicked. He was a special person in your life, a friend you could always rely on. You couldn’t imagine a life without him.

But something weird had been happening lately.

Jake wasn’t interacting with you much in group settings and he wasn’t ever going out of his way to text you like he normally did. It felt like he didn’t want your friendship anymore, like he had gotten tired of you. You weren’t sure if it was all in your head but it made you feel extremely sad and worried.

You wanted to confront him about it but your annual cabin trip in October was approaching. You didn’t want to cause anymore friction or weirdness that seemed to already be happening between you two. You were so confused but hoped this trip would make things feel normal again.

You decided to drive to the cabin separately from the boys because you had to leave the trip a day earlier then them to get back to school in time.

Shockingly they all had made it to the cabin before you.

You pulled into the familiar gravel driveway in the evening and was comforted by the sight of the wooden house. It was surrounded by trees and open land. The house was draped with warm string lights and fake cob webs in preparation for the upcoming holiday.

You couldn’t wait to see the boys any longer so you skipped out on carrying your bags inside and sprinted to the front door.

You busted down the door and all four boys turned quickly to look at you.

“Oh look who finally made it!” Laughed Sammy from his seat on the couch.

“We thought you got lost!” Josh poked fun at you from the kitchen.

Danny was sat next to Sam giggling away at the boys teasing you.

And there was Jake.

He was standing by the record player looking at you with a soft smile and blank eyes. He was looking at you like he was scared of you, like he didn’t know you better than anyone else in the world.

Josh shook you from your thought by running up to you and throwing an arm around your shoulder. “We were just ordering some pizza and making some cocktails. You get comfortable and Sam and Danny will go grab your things from your car.”

“Hey! I didn’t agree to that!” Sammy complained, not wanting to get up.

Danny flicked him on the back of the head and started walking towards the front door.

“OKAY OUCH,” Sam screeched but Danny ignored his dramatics and patted you on the shoulder with a smile before leaving to fetch your things.

Sammy ran after him, knowing he was ultimately going to help even after complaining.

You walked over to the couch and dramatically plopped your body down with a groan. After a four hour drive your body needed a rest.

Josh came up from behind you and put his hands on your shoulders, “I’m headed out to pick up the pizza. Don’t you two have too much fun without me!”

“Oh Josh we could never,” you giggled at him before throwing him a small wink.

As Josh exited you started to feel nervous at the thought of being alone with Jake. You never felt that way before and it was making you pick at your nails.

“I’m glad you made it here safely.” Jake finally spoke up.

“Oh yea. It was an easy drive. I was enjoying the pretty scenery on the way,” you replied, not knowing where the conversation would go next.

And that was the problem.

It didn’t go anywhere.

It was silent.

Jake turned away from you to dig through the record collection and pick something to play.

His nimble fingers landed on the album Babel by Mumford & Sons. It was a perfect album choice for the fall weather. He always had an ear for picking the right music to match the mood.

He pulled the vinyl out of the sleeve and placed it gently onto the record player. He lowered the needle and with a small scratch the album began to play.

He turned back towards you with a toothless and shy smile.

Enough was enough, you were thinking to yourself. This was too weird. What was going on? You had to ask him.

“Jake,” you started clearing your throat, “Is everything okay? You have been really distant from me lately and I wanted to make sure we’re good.”

Just as Jake was about to his mouth to reply dumb and dumber walked in with your bags in hand.

“Sorry it took a while out there. Sam saw some fall foliage he just had to take pictures of. The man acted like he never saw a leaf before,” Danny said while walking up the stairs with your bags in hand to drop them off in your room.

“Well I’ve never seen any leaves as beautiful as those ones jack ass!” Sam bit back before running into the kitchen to fix himself a cocktail.

You decided not to approach Jake again until drinks were flowing. Maybe the alcohol would get him to speak up and distract the others from conversation.

🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃

One hour goes by and you were all full of pizza and tequila sodas. You were feeling a pleasant buzz and it was causing your emotions to flow.

You missed Jake.

He was right there but you missed him.

Josh suggested playing truth or dare and you all would never deny the challenge.

All five of you gathered around the coffee table in the living room.

You sat yourself in between Jake and Josh while Sam and Danny sat on the floor across from you three.

“I’ll go first!” Sam yelled, not shocking anyone, as he was always the first wanting to start trouble.

He covered his eyes and moved his finger back and forth between the three of you, pretending he was going to pick by random, knowing he already had a plan in his mind.

His finger landed on Jake as he shouted “AHA you’re my first victim Jacob. Truth or dare?”

“I will never back down from a dare my brother. Hit me with your best shot,” Jake replies while throwing his beer bottle in the air to do a fake cheers.

“Kiss y/n.”

“Why am I being dragged into this dare?” You shout to Sammy, frustrated that he would put you in that position especially while things felt so tense with Jake. But maybe it wouldn’t be so bad getting to kiss Jakes plump lips.

Jake spoke up aggressively “We are not doing that. Come on now let’s be serious.”

You couldn’t help but be hurt by that response. Was he that turned off by you that he couldn’t even give you a peck in the name of the game?

“But you said you would never back down from a dare,” Sam clapped back. “Or are you full of shit?”

Jake flips off Sam and turned his head to stare at you with blankness on his face. You couldn’t get a read on what he was thinking.

Everyone was quietly staring at you both, waiting for someone to make a move. While that was happening the whole world melted around you and you got lost in Jake.

Jake slowly lifted his hand to your face and brushed a string of hair off of your skin and tucked it behind your ear.

His hand then slowly traced the structure of your cheek bone and then down to your jaw.

He was admiring you.

He wasn’t saying a word and yet you felt admired.

But things took a turn when it seemed like something clicked in Jakes brain.

He pulled his hand back quickly and stood up, seemingly startled.

“I just need some fresh air for a moment,” Jake walked to the back of the house and opened the door to the porch, disappearing after closing it behind him.

“What the fuck was that?” Sam immediately questioned.

You were at a loss for words. You felt like Jake was disgusted by the idea of having to touch his lips to yours. Was he that upset with you over something or were you just that unattractive to him? The more you thought about it the more angry you became with his behaviors and lack of explanations.

You stormed away from the group and ran to the back door, following Jakes footsteps.

When you reached him outside he was leaning on the railing, looking out into the dark abyss of the night.

“What the hell is your problem?” You shook him from his daze.

“What?” He snapped around to face you.

You took a deep breath to relax yourself, “Are you that disgusted with me that you couldn’t just kiss me? Why are you so damn unhappy with me right now? What did I ever do-“

Your words were cut off by Jake grabbing your face and crashing his lips into yours.

Shortly after making the rash decision Jake pulled away, with your face still in between his hands. He was worried that he had freaked you out.

“I’m sorry for that, i’ve just wanted to do that for years y/n. I am not disgusted by you. Actually quite the opposite, I am enthralled by you and I didn’t want the first time I kissed you to be when we were playing a game with my stupid brothers.” Jake confessed.

Your mouth dropped. You didn’t expect this at all but it filled your heart with so much love.

He was Jake. Your Jake.

Kissing him had felt so natural and you wanted to test it further.

You shot Jake a big smile and threw your lips back onto his with more passion than before.

You both molded to each other. Your hands were in his hair and his were under your shirt, grabbing at your bare back.

The kiss was hard but slow and it took your breath away.

When you both finally pulled away you looked at each other in a way you never had before.

“Jake,” you said through your heavy breathing. “That was-“

“Incredible.” He finished your sentence perfectly.

You pulled him in for a hug. You rested your head near his chest, listening to his racing heartbeat.

Tears started forming in your eyes. You had so much love in your heart for this human and you were recently so scared you were losing him but you weren’t, you were gaining parts of him you hadn’t known before. You were so overwhelmed with emotion.

He felt the tears beginning to coat his chest and he pulled you away to be able to look you in the eyes.

“I am so sorry for my behavior lately y/n. My feelings for you have been building so quickly and strongly and I got scared. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. You are the most important person in my life and I didn’t want to mess that up. I shouldn’t have ran away from you. I should’ve told you,” confessed Jake.

“Sh Jake,” you put your finger over his lips to quiet him. “I get it. I really do. It’s okay. Just please be honest with me next time. You will never scare me away. Let’s just move forward now. Together.” You kissed his cheek quickly.

He beamed at you, “Okay my love.”

Jake grabbed your hand and brought it to his mouth to gently kiss it.

You leaned slightly forward to give him one last peck on the lips to seal the moment off before heading back inside to face the others.

Jake started the walk inside while you follow behind him.

You both reached the other boys sitting on the couches at the same time.

Josh looked over at you both and noticed the overjoyed expressions painted over your faces.“You finally told her how you really feel?”

You looked at Josh with a surprised face, feeling like you were missing the signals of Jakes true feelings all of this time.

Jake wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into him and while smiling down at you he said, “Yea I feel like I’ve waited all my life to do that.”

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