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cosmicanakin · 5 days

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Mile High Club

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

Pairing. Dean Winchester x Female Reader.

Outline. You and Dean slip away from Sam and Bobby for a moment to indulge Dean's neediness in the backseat of the Impala.

Warning(s). Smut (P in V – wrap it up folks), Praising, Explicit Language, Semi Public Sex, Pet Names, & Sam teasing both Dean & Reader.

Word Count. 984

Authors Note. I know that I've been slacking with writing nowadays, I'm so sorry. I was—am focusing on myself to better my mental health. But to make up for it, I give you this. So I hope you're taking good care of yourselves & I love you so much. Enjoyyyy!

You couldn’t believe this was happening. Here you were, bouncing feverishly on Dean Winchester’s cock in the backseat of the Impala, his hands gripping your hips as he moaned in pure ecstasy.

The case you were supposed to be working on with Sam and Bobby was the furthest thing from your mind right now. All that mattered was the delicious friction building between your bodies, the way Dean’s thick, throbbing length filled you up so perfectly.

“That’s it, baby,” Dean growled, voice gravelly with lust. “Ride my dick just like that. You’re such a good girl, taking me so well.”

You whimpered, your nails digging into the firm muscles of his shoulders as you picked up the pace, your hips rolling and grinding against him in a desperate rhythm. The sounds of your bodies joining together echoed through the confines of the car, only spurring Dean on further.

“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good,” he groaned, his fingers tightening their grip on your hips. “My gorgeous little slut, riding me so fucking good.”

The praise sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine, and you felt the familiar coil of tension building deep within you. You were so close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy, and Dean could tell.

“Go ahead, darlin’, come for me,” he demanded, his thumb brushing against your sensitive bundle of nerves. “Show me how much you love my cock.”

With a sharp cry, you surrendered to the overwhelming sensations, your body trembling as wave after wave of mind-blowing pleasure washed over you. Dean followed closely behind, his hips snapping up into you as he spilled himself deep inside.

For a moment, the only sounds were the heavy panting of your breaths and the occasional contented hum from Dean. Then, finally, he pulled you down for a searing kiss, his hands caressing your flushed skin.

“Damn, Y/N, you’re fuckin’ perfect,” he murmured, his lips trailing down your neck. “I could do this all day.”

You chuckled breathlessly, your fingers tracing the strong lines of his jaw. “As much as I’d love to, we should probably get back to helping Sam and Bobby,”you said, reluctantly lifting yourself off of him.

Dean groaned in protest, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs again. “Do we have to?” he whined, his eyes pleading. “I’m not done with you yet.”

You laughed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “Yes, we have to,” you said firmly, already starting to redress. “The sooner we get this case wrapped up, the sooner we can come back here and pick up where we left off.”

Dean pouted, but he knew better than to argue. With a resigned sigh, he began to clean himself up, already mentally planning all the ways he was going to ravish you once this job was done.

Bonus Part.

By the time you and Dean finally emerged from the Impala, faces flushed and clothes slightly disheveled, Sam was waiting for you with a knowing smirk on his face.

“Well, well, look who decided to join us,” he quipped, his eyes flickering between you and his brother. “And just where have you two been, hmm?”

You felt your cheeks burning with embarrassment, your mind racing to come up with a plausible excuse. But one glance at Dean’s guilty expression told you that Sam already knew exactly what you two had been up to.

“We, uh, we were just—” Dean began, only to be cut off by the gruff voice of Bobby, who came storming out of the motel room.

“Where the hell have you two idjits been?” he growled, his brow furrowed in frustration. “We’ve been waitin’ on you for over an hour! Sam and I could’ve used your help, you know.”

You cringed, fully prepared for the tongue-lashing you and Dean were about to receive. But to your surprise, Sam stepped in, his expression far too innocent to be believable.

“Oh, I’m sure they were, uh, otherwise occupied,” he said, his lips twitching with amusement. “Isn’t that right, you two?”

Dean shot his brother a withering glare, but Sam only grinned, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. You wanted nothing more than to disappear into the ground, your mortification notable.

“What the hell are you talkin’ about, boy?” Bobby demanded, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

Sam chuckled, jerking his thumb in your direction. “Well, let’s just say our dear friend Y/N here has been, uh, keeping Dean “company” while the rest of us were working."

Your mouth fell open in shock, and you could practically feel the heat radiating from Dean's body as he shifted uncomfortably beside you. Bobby’s eyes widened with realization, and a gruff, disapproving grunt escaped his lips.

“Oh, for the love of—” he muttered, shaking his head in exasperation. “You two idjits couldn’t keep it in your pants for five minutes, could you?”

You felt the embarrassment coursing through you, and you resisted the overwhelming urge to bury your face in your hands. But Dean, ever the quick-witted one, managed to find his voice.

“Hey, come on, it’s not our fault you two were taking forever!” he protested, his tone defensive. “We were just, you know, passing the time.”

Sam burst out laughing, slapping his knees in amusement. “Oh, I’ll bet you were,” he chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Just try to keep it in your pants from now on, huh? We’ve got work to do.”

With that, he turned and headed back towards the motel room, leaving you and Dean to face the wrath of a thoroughly exasperated Bobby. As the older hunter launched into a lecture about professionalism and work ethic, you couldn’t help but wonder if this was the most embarrassed you’d ever been in your life.

But as you glanced over at Dean, the sheepish grin on his face told you that he wouldn't have had it any other way.

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aesthetic-babyyy · 6 months

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It was always you~ Dean Winchester imagine

Warmings// angst, fluff and a lot a smut

Word count// 3788

(Gif from Pinterest)

You had been hunting with Sam and Dean for 8 months now, you met when you accidentally started working the same hunt as them in Rockford Illinois, you bumped into the boys and the two teenagers and the three of you worked together to solve the case, after you had sustained a head injury when Sam was being manipulated to hit you with a steel pipe the winchesters took you back to their motel room to keep and eye over you incase you had a concussion, the next day you were hoping in the back of the impala deciding to take Sam up on his offer of coming with them because 'huntings not safe, especially alone'

In the 8 months of hunting with the boys you had grown quite close to Sam you even felt yourself falling for him, how could you not he was tall, really sweet and you had seen him without a shirt so that shot your sexual attraction sky high, every day you and Sam would get up and go get coffee and breakfast for the three of you, you would even sit and do research together all day while Dean went and spoke to the victims family or law enforcement. You used to have a crush on dean but he never seemed to want to be around you alone much, always making excuses to leave so you guessed he didn't like you much and just kept you around cause you were a good asset for hunts. You decided to ignore the feeling you had for the older Winchester by spending time with Sam and eventually you started to have feelings for Sam. Every time you and Sam would accidentally brush against each others hands there was a lingering feeling almost like he was going to hold your hand or there were times when you guys were in the motel after a long night you and Sam would fall asleep on the bed watching a movie you would always wake up with his big muscled arms pulling you close to his chest, a lot of the things you and Sam did together made you feel like there was a chance sam would like you back

Dean would always tell you to tell him like right now while you and Dean were waiting for Sam to come back with burgers he was trying to get you to talk to his brother "Y/N come on you gotta just talk to him, ask him to go a freaking movie or something" Dean said sitting at the motels dingy table and chair set up, you sighed knowing this was always going to be a long wait for food "Dean I can't do that and you know I can't, do you have any idea how embarrassing it would be to be told he doesn't like me back, I could never look him in the eye again" it was deans turn to sigh looking you up and down "sweetheart your not giving yourself enough credit, your smart, your always ready to kick monster ass and to top it off your hot!" You were pretty stunned at this Dean doesn't usually compliment you like this he usually just stuck to the basics 'tell him' or 'Sam's an oblivious idiot just tell him and you guys can bang'

"I-" you were about the reply when Sam walked in, a big smile plastered on his face he sat the bag down on the wobbly table, not saying a word before moving to go back out of the room "wow hold your horses Sammy, where you going" Dean said pulling two burgers and two bags of fries out of the take out bag Sam stopped turning to his brother and you "I got a date with a girl at the fast food place, we were talking in line, she's a writer, her names Caroline" your heart stopped, Sam had a date? Dean was shocked, and then he was angry "the hell you mean you got a date?" Sam was confused "it's not rocket science Dean I found her attractive and she seems interesting so I asked her out to the bar" Sam said crossing his arms

Dean stood from the chair walking closer to sam "alright let's talk outside" Dean said opening the motel room door, Sam rolled his eyes following dean out the room slightly slamming the door behind him, sam had a date, wow how could you be so fucking stupid! Of course he has a date with someone else, why would he ever go for someone like you, you felt tears running down you face so you wiped your hand across your cheeks attempting to dry them, you got up to go to the bathroom to fix yourself up before Dean came back in the room

You had finally made yourself look presentable when you heard yelling coming from outside, curiosity got the best of you as you moved to open the motel door, you looked out and saw Sam and Dean arguing at baby "what the hell is wrong with you Sam! You said you liked her so I backed off, and then when she likes you back and you fucking know she does you go mess her around like this" hold on dean back off? Did Dean like you? "I don't dare what you think dean, it was a crush, I got over it and now I've met someone who I think I actually really like and want to pursue, and if more does come from this date then I can stop spending pity time with Y/N" Sam yelled his face going red "you know what Sam your a fucking dick that girl upstairs deserves better than this crap, give me the keys, you want to go on your damn date so bad, walk" Dean said sticking his hand out to which Sam handed him the keys he immediately walked away in the direction of the bar

You couldn't stop crying, you were feeling so many emotions first you were upset and embarrassed , the guy you considered your best friends was spending what he called "pity time" with you, so not only did he not like you back he was only portraying he did out of pity because he knew you liked him but you were also confused... Dean backed off, what did Sam mean by that. You didn't have much time to think about it as the door opened and dean walked in tossing the keys to the impala on the the table he hadn't caught you crying on the bed yet but it didn't take him long till he caught you eyes, his hardened gaze softened and he moved to sit next to you on the bed, he wrapped his arms around you pulling you to his chest in a hug "I'm sorry sweetheart, Sam's a dick you deserve better than that crap" Dean said before he kissed the top of your head

You pulled away from the big a moment later wiping your face from dried tears "it's not that Dean.. well it is but like only a little" Dean looked confused as he loved your hair away from your face "what you mean sweetheart" sighing you took a deep breathe "what did you mean you backed off?" Deans eyes widened as he tried to look away stuttering "i- uh.. I have no idea what your talking about" Dean said moving to stand from the bed you grabbed his arm forcing him back into a sitting position "okay your hiding something from me now spill it Winchester" dean didn't speak for a second trying to think of something to say "look it's nothing just forget about it" he tried to brush it off but you weren't having any of it

"Dean why were you so pissed at Sam tonight?" You asked trying to get something out of him "because... he tried to take baby" Dean seemed confident with his answer thought ok the spot you rolled your eyes "I'm not an idiot Dean.. just talk to me" you begged and dean sighed looking around the room for an escape, his eyes lit up when he found one, the unopened food "you know what I'm starving that's craps' probably freezing I'll go get us something else to eat" Dean said rushing to his feet and to the motel door, you stood up starting to get mad with the avoiding "Dean Winchester sit your ass down!" She said firm enough that dean stopped frozen in spot

Dean let out a shaky breath turning to face you, he moved back to sit on the bed pulling her down too "look sweetheart there's some things that should stay unsaid" Dean said holding your small hand hand his "I think I should decide that for myself Dean" you said softly just wanting the truth, Dean sighed deeply knowing he wasn't winning this "alright fine, remember sam asked you to come with us after the Rockford hunt?" You nodded confused why Dean was bringing this up, did he want you to leave? "I told Sam to ask you because I knew if we let you head off yourself we'd be sending you to a fast death, we could barley take some monsters down the two of us so i as terrified of the idea of you doing it alone" Dean was looking right into your eyes as he said that, your eyes tearing up again, this time for a different reason

"When you said you'd come I was so thankful cause I knew you would be safer, I would lay myself on the line of fire if I knew it would keep you safe, I started getting these feelings for you, they were more than just thinking you were beautiful, every little thing you did made me smile, even the things you would do for me, you know my coffee order off the top of your head, you never let Sam bring me healthy crap you always got what you knew I'd like, you never let me stay awake alone while driving even if it was for hours and sam was out cold you would play games to keep the drive fun, well as fun as driving to hunts can be" you had tears running down your face at deans confession "Dean that's so-"

Dean cut you off "there's more, when we were in Chicago I was gonna ask you out but i wanted to talk to sam first see what he thought and he told me he liked you so I decided to back off, then I saw you guys getting closer and yeah it killed me then I figured out you liked sam back so I told him to ask you out but he wasn't sure he kept telling me he wanted to wait, so then I tried getting you to ask Sammy out which didn't work either and it was killing me seeing you have heart eyes for my brother when I just wanted to be the one you were giving those eyes too, but I knew Sammy liked you so I didn't do anything, then tonight when he can in here.. that was my breaking point so I took him outside to talk"

Dean voice broke on the last sentence and he took a deep shaky breath, you were frozen, you had so many feelings rushing through you, Dean was staring at you, silently begging you to say something "Dean I-.. I don't know what to say" you croaked out, Dean nodded his head sadly moving to get up just wanting to be alone, you didn't let him get far before you grabbed his arm pulling him back down to you, he turned to ask what was going on but you grabbed his face pulling him closer to you, you leaned in pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss

Dean kissed back wrapping his arms around you waist pulling you closer to him, the kiss grew heated as you nipped at deans bottom lip pulling a groan from him, you took advantage of the fact deans mouth was open, slipping your tongue in you wrapped your arms around his neck and deans hands moved to pull you on his lap his hands running down to your ass pulling you close to him, you grinder your hips down to his feeling the hardness in his jeans press deliciously to your clit, you let out a small moan loving your kisses to deans neck leaving small kisses down the way to under his jaw where you sucked a red mark into the tan skin dean kicked his shoes off getting lost in the feeling of your lips on his neck

"wait Y/N" Dean said and you stopped looking into Dean's eyes "Dean, I have feelings for you too, I thought u didn't like me so I tried to spend more time with sam to distract myself with a friend and I guess I confused my feelings for you and loved them to Sam because I felt I could never be with you" you said smiling at him Dean seemed happy with that but he just wanted to be sure "I just I can't be a rebound I can't be second choice I don't think I can live with that" you smiled leaning in the give him a small kiss "you will never be second choice, you will always be my first choice I've liked you since I first met you Dean" that's all it took for Dean to flip you guys over so he was on top

Dean leaned in kissing you again, you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him closer so his pelvic bone was pressing against your entrance, moaning you moved to push his flannel off his shoulders, Dean took the hint and shrugged his flannel of his shoulders throwing it across the room, he pulled away from the sensual kiss to pull his shirt off leaving his chest bare before he was on you again sliding his tongue through your kiss swollen lips, you ran ur hands down his chest feeling his muscles tense as you made your way to his belt buckle undoing the clasp and throwing his belt away, you made quick work of undoing the zipper, Dean pulled his jeans down, his legs taking them off leaving him in his plain black boxers

Dean licked his lips looking down at you “what I’m the only one taking my clothes off” you smirked sitting up from the best pulling your shirt over your head leaving you in your red lace bra that your were so thankful was matching our panties, Dean smirked leaning forward kissing down your neck down to your full chest his hands running up your sides leaving goosebumps in their trail to your back unhooking your bra, Dean pulled it off your chest painfully slow his mouth watering at the sight of your bare perky breasts

Dean was on you once again, taking your breast into his mouth, his lisp wrapping around your nipple as he gently sucked, you moaned Deans name loudly your hand coming to the back of deans head pressing him closer to your chest, his other hand grasping your other breast making sure to switch sides giving each breast equal attention “oh god Dean that feels so good” Dean smirked against your chest kissing his way back to her lips giving you a quick kiss as he undid the zip on your jeans pulling them off, once you was left in her red panties Dean moved down your body sucking marks into your skin on the way down,

Once dean was face to face with your clothed pussy he gently pulled your panties down her legs tossing them to the ground with the rest of their clothes, once you were completely bare dean liked a slow stripe up your pussy making you moan loudly running your fingers through his short spiked hair “god your so wet baby” Dean said diving back in for more, he started sucking her clit into his mouth slowly, Dean brought his hand up to your entrance as he slowly inserted his finger inside you trusting it at a slow pace as he confided to lick and suck your clit into his warm wet mouth

“More please, I need more” you begged gently rolling your hips along with deans movements “oh you need more baby? You got it” Dean insetted another finger to stretch you out as he began to pick his pace up trusting his long thick fingers inside your pussy even faster than before, his fingers curling inside you so they hit that spot that made your eyes roll to the back of your head , he flicked his tongue on your clit continuing to eat her pussy out as he fingered your G spot over and over again “oh I’m gonna come!” You screamed in ecstasy wrapping you legs around deans head keeping him there as your orgasm ran through you, screaming deans name he didn’t stop till your legs were shaking

Pushing deans head gently away from you, you say up as dean moved up you body again he moved to grab a condom from he’s jeans pocket on the ground, you were moved to your knees a so you guys were facing his covered cock, you hooked your fingers around the hem of his boxers pulling them down enough to let his big thick cold spring free, you smiled at the sight as you gently took his member into your hand making dean shudder at the feeling, you spread the pre cum coming out around the head of his cock as you began the gently move your hand up and down his big cock teasing him slightly before you stared sucking his top into your mouth, you took more of his penis into your mouth inch by inch, Dean groaned his hand grabbing your hair pulling it into a make shift pony tail

You started to bob your head up and down with deans help as your hands taking place either side of his hips so you could keep your balance, you confused what you sewers doing, Dean groaning, however before he could finish he was gently pulling you away, confused you looked up “you didn’t finish” Dean was kicking off his boxers all the way, he turned back to you grabbing the condom he was going for before, ripping the package open with his teeth he rolled the latex down his length “I want to finish inside you this time gorgeous” you smiled laying back down on the bed spreading your legs so Dean can get between them once more “you already planning next time Winchester?” You joked

he smirked as he positioned his cock to line up with your entrance “oh sweetheart I plan do this with you for as a long as you’ll have me” Dean smiled “you ready sweetheart?” You smiled nodding “I’ve never felt more ready for anything in my life” Dean smirked pushing his think cock inside your pussy, moaning as you felt the pain of the stretch as dean bottomed out “you okay beautiful?” Dean asked not moving as he waited for you to adjust to his size “I’m good baby you can move” you told Dean in a shaky moan, wrapping your legs around deans hips as deans hands grabbed your waist, he started to trust into you at a slow but penetrating pace

“Oh god faster please” you begged pulling deans lips to yours for a heated kiss, Dean smirked against your lips as he started to slam his hips against yours plowing into your G spot continuously, you pulled away from the kiss, your head slammed back against the pillows screaming in ecstasy, Dean groaned grabbing your legs moving them to his shoulders, allowing dean to fuck you in a whole new angle, “oh my fucking god Y/N you feel so good” dena groaned one his hands moving down to rub your clit, that was all you needed to send you over the edge, screaming as you came all over deans cock, clenching your tight pussy around his thick shaft, Dean cursed as he came in spurts inside the condom, continuing to thrust inside you to ride out both your highs

Dean eventually stilled inside you as you both took deep breathes to calm yourselves down, Dean gently pulled out of you making you wince at the loss of feeling, dean slipped out of the bed as he tied the condom up, tossing it in the trash, he leaned down to give you a quick kiss before pulling his boxers on and grabbing a towel to help clean you up, he tossed you his shirt to pull over you, slipping back into the bed under the covers beside you, Dean pulled you into his side your head resting on his bars chest, your arm around his waist and legs tangling with his, dean kissed the top of your head “you wanna let me take you out for a real dinner tomorrow sweetheart?” Dean asked, you looked up smiling at him “I would love to Dean”

You and Dean sat for the next few hours just talking, laughing about how you guys are hide idiots for not getting together months ago, you both eventually fell asleep wrapped in each others right embrace, it wasn’t until 12am Sam came into the motel room silently “hey I’m ba-” he stopped in his tracks as he saw you both passed out on the bed cuddled together clearly after having sex judging by the clothes thrown everywhere, including you red lace bra that now hung on the chandelier, Sam sighed locking the motel door and getting into his own motel bed, Sam lied earlier, he did have feelings for you, but he couldn’t go through another heartbreak, especially when he was still hung hom over Jess, it wouldn’t be fair to you,

Sam knew how Dean felt for you and he knew you guys deserved to be happy, especially together so he made up the girl at the restaurant, instead he spent the night at the bar drinking away his feelings, maybe some time in the future he’d be ready for another relationship with a women, but tonight was not that, he was happy you and Dean were together now, he wants nothing more than the both of you to be happy, have that life together maybe get married and pop out a few kids, that’s what he wanted with Jess before Azazel took that away from him.

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shelbgrey · 9 months

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Dating Dean Winchester Headcanons:

Paring: Dean winchester x Singer!Reader

Summary: just some headcanons about Dean dating Bobby Singer's niece. -NSFW content warring.

A/n: the winner of the latest poll, there will be a new one up next week. I was so excited and suprised on how many people did the poll, my first one only had six and the latest one had over 100.

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Being Dean's girlfriend isn't always easy, but you get through it. So let's talk about it.

There was always something between you guys, but with your choice of life there was always something in the way.

You two practically grew up together, with Bobby being your uncle and John being his father you two were always around each other.

I think Dean also had a slight fear of Bobby, you were his niece and your practly his daughter.

Bobby wasn't clueless, he saw the way you two looked at each other. He wanted to kick Dean's teeth out, he's extremely over protective. Bobby also knew if anyone would keep you safe it wold be Dean.

“I know you'll take care of her”

On a side note, Bobby refuse to call you 'idjit'

The last thing he's said before he died was, “take care of my girl.. You idjits”

Anyway, Even if you two kept denying it or if your just clueless, everyone would know.

Other than Sam and Cas, your the only one he 100% trusts you. He'd trusts you with his life and your his partner in crime.

What makes your relationship stronger is that you started off as best friends and allies.

You always thought you were losing him, he would always have one night stands and there was Lisa. Of course they ment nothing to him, he just thought he'd never be good enough for you.

He thought you deserved better. “I'm not what you need...you deserve better”

That was the first time you opened your heart out to him, but he put his walls up. The he pretended like nothing happened... Until you went on one particularly hard hunt.

Everything was happing so fast thst neither one of you remember that night. There was blood everywhere and Dean did everything he could to save you, Castile healed you and Dean confessed something he's been wanting to since he was 18.

“I love you... Please don't leave me, I can't lose you”

Since everything moves fast in your lives you both decided to take things slow. Dispite his rugged appearance he's nothing but a gentleman to you.

He's extremely over protective of you, to the point hunts with him got annoying.

“I'm not some damsley in distress, Dean!”

He knows what a badass you are and he knows you can hold your own, but he can't help but be your shield.

That's really the only times you fight, your both very reckless and laugh in the face of danger. You guys stress each other out on hunts.

But, lets get to the good stuff now.

Your the only other person who can drive the impala, you'd rather just have him driving with you setting with him.

You guys love the same music, so your always singing on the top of your longs to old rock songs. Your guys song is Angel Eyes by The Jeff Healey Band.

You always have to be sleeping next to each other to get a goods night rest, even when you weren't together you two shared a bed in the old motels.

Dean refuses to sleep unless you have fallen asleep first, he just needs to know your okay before he can have a good night sleep.

You bake the best pies in his opinion and Sam loves your homemade salsa.

When you guys moved into the bunker you guys made great use of the kitchen, Sam loves your guys cooking.

Speaking of Sam, he's one of your best friends. Cas is your first, but you and Sam have a long history together. You were even the first one to hear he got accepted into college.

We know Cas is like the Winchesters gardian angel, well Gabriel is yours.

About three years into yours and Dean's relationship you broke up, it was around the time Sam went to hell and you guys just pushed each other away.

Gabe knew you guys loved each other, so he worked really hard to get you back together. He did succeed.

You guys might argue about the little things, but he always know how to make them better.

You guys just like staying in and watching movies or Scooby-Doo. You guys love cuddling up in the Dean cave and just ignore the world for a few hours.

He loves cuddles, if your in bed or on the couch he needs to be holding you. He loves it when he's laying in bed and your lying on top of his chest.

He also loves it when you hold him, maybe after a rough hunt he'll love just rest his head on your chest while you play with his hair.

You love just being in his arms, there's no feeling better than that. He loves snaking his arms around you and resting his chin on your head because he just really needs to being close to you.

He's really just a big ol' teddy bear.

He's a rough kisser, he's way taller than you so usually he hold your chin between his fingers and lift for head up to kiss you.

There's a lot of neck and forehead kisses being handed out by this man. He loves wrapping his arms around you from behind and just trail soft kisses down your neck.

He also loves it when you kiss his forehead. It just a small, loving gesture he absolutely loves.

If your cold you'll steal his flannels or his jackets, he had this black and red flannel that he now only sees if your wearing it.

when ever your busy doing research Dean always deliver a tiny kiss on your forehead. He'd just be walking by and he'll give you a quick kiss just to make you blush.

He's good a making you blush, he thinks it's adorable.

Trust is a big part of your relationship, you both had opened up about the abuse your fathers and dumped on you. That was the reason Bobby took you in, he could bare you being in the type of environment he grew up in.

With that Dean made a promise to never hurt or scare you. He refuses to lay a hurtful hand on you. It'll break his heart if you flinch away from him during an argument.

As much as you love Dean, demon Dean scares the hell out of you. The demon knew this and used it to his advantage. He Dean went back to normal he could barely look into your eyes. He blamed himself for the bruises around your neck the demon caused.

“I promised you I'd never hurt you... I'm so sorry” he said. “it's not your fault”

On a more positive side... You guys have lots of nicknames. You call him Deano or bub and he calls you just about anything but your actual name, Sweetheart is your favorite.

And with FBI names, you take a different approach. While he uses rock aliases you use actor or fictional names.

“agent Sweets, really?” he said playfully. “What? I like the show Bones”

Your like a mother to Claire, she loves you so much and your the only person she trusts other than Jody and the boys.

Speaking of Jody, she took you under her wing immediately. You never had a mother growing up so it was a relief to have her in your life.

You become a mother to Jack too, and your relationship hit a really bumpy road during that time. You hated how Dean treated Jack and it always turned into a fight.

“if you touch him, I swear to God, Dean!”

Den didn't want to be like his father and after awhile Dean's shell broke and he started to grow a soft spot for him, after your lives calmed down you both did end up adopting Jack.

But to legally do that you had to get married. You both wanted to get married so bad, but with your lives you never got the chance.

You weren't gonna get a white wedding, you knew that and Dean thought the Cort house wasn't good enough. So you got married in the church of Elvis in Las Vegas.

NSFW headcanons:

Dean prefers being on top and being the one in control.

He'll mark your thighs with his teeth and biting hard enough to leave a light bruise.

Loves eating you out,your legs around his head. He loves your legs in general and loves leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He'd rather pleasure you for hours than receive.

Hair pulling, he loves feeling your fingers in his hair or he'll tangel his fingers in yours and tug on it when he's getting head or about ready to cum.

Bondeg kink, ropes, his ties, belts, he'll tie you up with anything if your comfortable with it.

definitely a fan of overstimulation, he loves the way that your body twitches and you whimper from his touch.

car sex! All the way. loves to take you in the back of the impala, loving the way the windows fog up and the small area gets loud with the noises you make.

He's a soft/mean Dom, it just depends on his mood. But no matter what he always makes sure your comfortable. He loves to take control in the bed but would never push you.

He would really get off on marking you up. He didn’t think he would, as it wasn’t something he thought too much about but when he did it there was no turning back.

He definitely has a Praise kink too, he loves making you feel loved and appreciated. He love how he can easily make you blush. “your so Beautiful”

“you feel so amazing Sweetheart”

He loves hearing you moan. If you try to hold back or even muffle them when it's unnecessary, he'd put an end to it. “don't hold back, let me hear your voice”

He has big chocking kink, he won't be too rough about but he loves wrapping his fingers around your neck and feeling your pulse when he's ramming into you.

This man is amazing when it comes to aftercare. He knows exactly what you need. After your both cleaned up, he'll pull you to his chest to cuddle.

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Better man - Dean Winchester

Summary: A small blurb about how Dean has made it his misson to be a better Dad than John ever was.

Content Warnings: Dad!Dean, language

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Dean had never wanted to be the kind of man his father was; selfish and abusive to children that had only ever loved him, and that now grew to loathe him with the understanding of their past. Dean had never wanted to be like that, and when he had his first child with you, he was scared to death he would turn out just like his father had been. But of course he never could be, because Dean was god damned good at running from his fears, and he certainly wasn't going to give in and become them.

When his daughter was born he became an entirely different man, living for each and every special moment where he got to see her grow up. He became an expert at braiding hair, and making friendship bracelets. He was the best guest at tea parties, and the perfect mentor when it came to every child's favorite form of chaos; the floor is lava.

Dean Winchester wasn't the perfect dad, but he made sure he was a good one. Milkshakes after school and bed time stories featuring uncle Sam and Grandpa Bobby. Adventures that would send her off into a peaceful sleep to dream of all the journey's she would take in her future. When she was old enough he introduced her to the life, though not in the way his father had. He was patient and compassionate, and he made sure she wasn't too afraid of what hid in the dark. Dean drilled into her the fact that he would always be there to keep her safe, that even though he was teaching her self defense he would always come when she called.

Dean has a specialized ringtone for his daughter. Of course he does because how else would he know that he needs to pick up immediately?

He listens to every song she loves. Memorizes the words so he can sing along with her in the car. He takes an interest in her interests, and loves what she loves for the sole reason that his own father had never done the same. And he would never be like that. Dean Winchester would never be as self-absorbed as his father had been, desperate and driven by revenge.

On the day Dean Winchester became a father, he became the best man he could be. And he slipped up at times, his life messy enough to leave a few marks on his not so spotless resume. Late for pick-ups at school had been a big one, not because he hadn't wanted to be there, and not because he'd forgotten. It was always simple things, like a visit from Cas or Sam and the never-ending traffic that seemed to pile up in school zones. But he was a good dad, even if he felt at times he was failing to be. He was someone his daughter could count on and could love without a doubt, and whether he believed it or not, that was enough.

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Join the Hunt

Summary: Y/N Winchester messed up on a hunt, and faced the harsh consequences John made. He threw her into a vamp's nest, causing her to turn. Dean however, vowed to turn her back to a human, doing whatever it took.

Y/N sat in silence during the long car ride. She glanced over at Dean, who was nursing a wound… a large gash in his arm. She didn’t dare speak to him, knowing John would kick her out of the car and make her walk back. When they reached the motel room, he started to scream at her ruthlessly.

In a fit of rage, he blamed Y/N for the botched hunt, his voice echoing harshly against the worn-out motel walls. She bit her lip, holding back tears, as she absorbed the brunt of his fury. “I didn’t —” she tried to defend herself. But John wasn’t having any of it.

"Enough!" Dean finally interjected, his voice matching the intensity of John's. "It wasn't her fault, and you know it!”

Y/N locked eyes with Dean, grateful for his intervention. Silence filled the room, punctuated only by the sound of their heavy breathing. “She fucked up, and it cost you that fucking thing,” John said pointing to his wound.

"Enough, Dad!" Dean snapped back, his eyes hard and intense. "She's learning. We all made mistakes on our first hunts." The room fell silent again, tension hanging heavy in the air.

“She doesn’t,” John said pointing at her. Then he turned to face her. “You will obey all of my goddamned orders, do you understand?”

“I didn’t know what to —” she tried defending herself.

John cut her off again, "No excuses, Y/N!" His gaze was icy.

“I didn’t know what to do!” she yelled back, her eyes widening out of fear.

“What did you just say to me?” John asked advancing towards her, his voice threatening.

“I… I didn’t mean to yell,” She said backing away. “I just…I…I didn’t know what to do.”

She was backed into a wall, causing John to sneer. She looked over at Dean, who was watching the encounter happen as he cleaned and stitched his arm. John gripped her chin tightly, threatening her. “Dean’s not going to fucking help you,” he spat. There was a small window of silence before John struck her unexpectedly. She knew John was right. He had made a threat to him, one that would hurt them both if Dean interrupted her. John gripped the back of her neck, walking her forward and out of the motel room in the cold night.

As the door slammed shut behind them, Y/N found herself in the chilling darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. He threw her at the Impala, where she held out her hands to block her fall. She landed hard, her palms scraping painfully against the rough gravel. For a moment, she just lay there, her breaths coming out in shaky gasps as she tried to collect herself.

He picked her up again, and dragged her to the inside of the Impala, slamming the door shut, and going inside himself, starting the car immediately. She was left in the passenger seat, her body trembling from the cold and fear. She watched as John's face hardened into a mask of anger and determination. As the Impala roared to life, Y/N knew that the night was far from over. She wrapped her arms around her stomach protectively, looking out the window.

The moon hung high in the sky, casting long shadows that danced across the deserted highway. Y/N peered out at the desolate landscape, her heart aching with a mix of guilt, fear, and a strange sense of anticipation. She knew that this was just the beginning of her journey into the world of hunting. They had arrived at John’s intended location.

John took Y/N to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town, rumored to be the site of several unexplained disappearances. It was a grim, foreboding place, its skeletal structure silhouetted against the pale moonlight.

She felt an involuntary shiver run down her spine as they entered. The eerie silence of the place, punctuated only by the distant hooting of an owl, added an extra layer of dread to the already tense atmosphere.

There, they met a man. As the man approached, his eyes filled with a disturbing glee, Y/N felt herself freeze. But she forced herself to move, to stand tall, because she knew she had to be strong, for herself, for Dean. The night was only just beginning, and she was ready to face whatever lay ahead. John threw her at the man, causing her to stumble but quickly regained her footing, her gaze never leaving the man's eyes. She could see the swift, but fast movements of the man, as he approached her. In the moonlight, the man smiled, and she could see fangs. She heard a door close behind her. Her head turned at the moment, realizing John was no longer behind her. “Dad!” she yelled, running to the door of the shed. It was bolted shut. “Dad don’t leave me in here! I won’t make a mistake again I promise. Dad!”

But there was no response, only the cold wind whistling through the cracks. She turned back to face the man, her heart pounding in her chest. He was right in front of her, and she went into shock, before a painful bite was made onto her neck, and she let out a scream.

The scream echoed through the warehouse, bouncing off the walls and reverberating in the still night air. Y/N tried to push the man away, her hands fumbling against his chest, but he was too strong. She felt her knees buckle beneath her, her vision starting to blur as the man continued to bite her, injecting his venom.

John was already riding back home, happy that Dean had not interfered, considering his son did not know the extent of the punishment. “Where’s Y/N?” Dean asked, his arm stitched and cleaned up when John came home.

“I sent her on a hunt,” John said, only half lying.

Dean's face hardened at his father's response. He knew of John's harsh training methods, the brutal way he punished those who didn't live up to his impossible standards. "She's not ready for a solo hunt," Dean protested, his voice filled with worry.

“She’ll learn,” John said. “Like falling off a bike, right?”

Dean was silent for a moment, but then he shook his head, his face hardening. "This is different, Dad. And you know it. Y/N isn’t ready for this." He stood up, heading for the door, determination in his eyes.

“She’ll be fine,” John said, knowing he was completely lying at this point. “Get packed up, we’re going on our own hunt tomorrow.”

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Y/N woke up a day later, and felt different. Her body felt heavier, her senses heightened. She looked around, the warehouse now eerily silent. She touched her neck, wincing as her fingers brushed against the tender wound. She knew then, something had fundamentally changed within her. “Ow,” she mumbled as she got up. It was a habitual response to getting up after blacking out, but she realized she was never in pain.

She looked around the warehouse, only to find the man there. She grabbed the first wooden stick she could find. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the man said.

"Stay back," she warned, her voice shaky but determined. The man merely chuckled, an unsettling sound that echoed through the warehouse.

"You don't understand what's happening, do you?" he asked, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

“I know you hurt me,” she said. “You bit me.”

The man nodded. Even in the dark, she could see him perfectly. Y/N felt a wave of dread wash over her as the reality of her situation set in. She was a vampire, forever changed by a single, terrifying encounter. She had joined the hunt, but not in the way she had ever imagined. She now, became the hunted. “My father —” she started, but he interrupted her.

“Made a deal with me,” the vampire said. “He would spare my life, if that meant the second you messed up again, I would make you a part of my clan.”

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, her mind reeling. "No...no, you're lying!" she protested, but deep down, she knew it was the truth. This was her punishment, her penance for not being the perfect hunter John wanted her to be.

She backed away, her eyes wide with horror. "He wouldn't...he couldn't do that to me," she whispered, more to convince herself than anything else. But the vampire's smirk told her all she needed to know. “Dean wouldn’t let that happen.”

The vampire laughed, a chilling sound that echoed through the empty warehouse. "Dean doesn't know, and by the time he finds out, it'll be too late," he taunted, his gaze cold and merciless. "Welcome to your new life, Y/N."

Soon, she heard the familiar sounds of the Impala coming. She turned towards the noise, her heart pounding. She knew she couldn't let Dean see her like this. She quickly ducked behind a stack of crates as the Impala pulled up outside. “Get the knives,” John ordered. “It’s a small vamp’s nest, shouldn’t take long.”

As Dean exited the vehicle, Y/N watched from the shadows, her heart aching. She could smell both of their blood. She knew she had to hide, to run, but something held her in place. It was the bitter irony of her situation - she was now the prey in their hunt.

Her mind raced, and it blocked out all movement, all of her senses. She didn’t realize Dean was behind her. "Y/N?" Dean's voice was soft, filled with concern. She didn't dare turn around, she couldn't let him see her like this. But as she felt his hand on her shoulder, she knew it was too late.

She turned around slowly, her gaze meeting Dean’s. His eyes widened in shock as he took in her appearance. "Y/N, what the hell happened?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

She stepped back, where the shadows would hide her fangs. “Leave,” she said bitterly.

"But Y/N..." Dean started, his voice filled with confusion and worry. But she cut him off, her voice harsher than she intended, "Just go, Dean!" She watched as he hesitated, torn between his loyalty to his father and his concern for her. She pushed him back, a little too strong. He flew backwards, landing on the second floor.

The shock on Dean's face was palpable as he hit the ground, a sharp gasp escaping his lips. The night echoed with the sound of her frantic footsteps and Dean's stunned silence. “There’s a cure, Y/N,” Dean said silent enough for her to hear. “I can find it.”

“You’re luring me into a trap Dean,” she said. “I know you. It’s shoot first ask questions later, isn’t it? No matter the monster?”

"I... It's different with you, Y/N," Dean said, his voice barely a whisper in the darkness. "I won't give up on you. We're in this together, remember?" His words hung in the air, a beacon of hope amidst the despair.

But Y/N knew things were far from simple. She was now a part of the underworld they hunted, a creature of the night. “Find me when you have it,” she said before running into the night.

As Y/N disappeared into the pitch black, Dean was left standing alone in the frigid warehouse, her words echoing in his ears. He knew the path ahead was fraught with danger and uncertainty, but he was determined to find a cure and bring Y/N back. No matter what it took, he would not let her become a monster. “You turned her?!” Dean yelled to his father.

John turned and faced Dean, his expression unreadable. "It was necessary," he responded, his voice cold and detached. "This is her consequence for failing us."

Dean's anger flared at his father's words. "You had no right!" he spat, his fists clenching at his sides. "She's not a tool for your twisted training methods, she's family!" The tension between them hung heavy in the air, both men locked in a bitter standoff, their previous hunt forgotten.

John's gaze hardened. "You don't understand, Dean," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "This is the life we lead, the price we pay. Y/N had to learn that one way or another."

“What were you going to do?” Dean asked. “Kill her if I hadn’t found her?”

John's silence was all the answer Dean needed. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. "I won't let you hurt her anymore," Dean declared, his voice steady despite the fear gnawing at him. "I'll find a cure, and you won't lay a hand on her again. As of right now, we’re done.”

John watched as Dean stormed off into the night, leaving him alone in the abandoned warehouse. He had never seen his son so determined, so protective. And as he stood there, a chilling realization crept over him. He had lost control, not just over Y/N, but over Dean as well.

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Dean spent the last year trying to find a cure, which also meant a year of the life he lost with his sister. He was constantly on the move, scouring libraries and reaching out to old contacts for information. Despite the exhaustion and the loneliness, he clung onto the hope that he could bring Y/N back to her human self. When he had found her, he was shocked at the transformation. She was no longer the girl he remembered. Her eyes were darker, her skin paler, and there was a coldness to her that he had never seen before. But in spite of it all, he could still see traces of his sister in her, the strong-willed girl who refused to back down from a challenge.

“Hello, Dean,” she said. Even her voice had changed.

"Y/N," he greeted, his voice filled with a mix of relief and worry. "I found it, the cure. We can make this right." His words hung heavy in the air, a promise he was determined to keep.

“I think I’m okay,” she said bitterly. “Now go, because I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

"But Y/N," Dean pleaded, his voice shaking. "You don't have to live like this. There's a chance for you to go back to your old life." His words echoed in the silence, a desperate plea for the sister he once knew.

“My old life?” she asked a menacing laugh in her. She jumped from the second floor of the shed to the ground, landing gracefully. “You mean the life where I was constantly under John's thumb, forever living in fear of disappointing him? Or the life where I was nothing more than a trainee, never good enough, always a liability?” Her words were like a slap in the face. A reminder that Dean had failed to protect her.

"No," Dean responded, his voice steady despite the hurt in his eyes. "I mean the life where you were my sister, where we looked out for each other, where we were a team." His voice was filled with a quiet desperation, his eyes pleading with her to understand.

“Even then,” she said. "I was a burden, never quite measuring up to your standards, or John's. This is my life now, Dean. I'm not the baby sister you oh-so feel obligated to protect anymore," Y/N said, her voice cold and distant.

"But Y/N," Dean replied, his voice filled with sorrow, "You were never a burden to me. You're my family and I'll do whatever it takes to help you. You don't have to face this alone."

Y/N looked at him, her eyes flashed anger, along with unshed tears. "I don't want your help, Dean. I've made my choice." She turned and walked away, but what she didn’t realize was that Dean had a plan. Bobby, her once surrogate father, and Sam, her brother, were behind her.

Suddenly, her body was pinned to the ground, a stake pressed against her, but not hurting her. Bobby's voice echoed in her ears, "Sorry, kiddo. But we're doing this for your own good." Sam was holding a vial of the cure Dean had found. As the liquid was forced into her mouth, Y/N knew her life was about to change once again.

Her body convulsed as the cure spread through her system, the transformation painful but necessary. The pain was quickly replaced with a sense of relief, as her once heightened senses began to dull and her fangs disappeared. She was human again, brought back from the monstrous existence she had been forced into. "Y/N," Dean's voice was soft, filled with relief and unshed tears. "Welcome back."

“I told you, I WAS FINE!” She said.

"But you weren't, Y/N," Dean replied, his voice filled with pain and concern. "You were hurting and we couldn't stand by and watch. We're your family and we'll always fight for you, no matter what."

“Oh boo fucking hoo,” she said. She could hear Sam stifle a laugh at her comment. They're was no more risks of danger since she was no longer immortal.

“Look, Y/N,” Bobby said sternly. “You have two options. Either come with us and hate us, or be on your own and hate us while being miserable.”

Y/N sighed, looking at the faces of the only family she had left. "Fine," she grumbled, "I'll stick with you guys. But don't expect me to be all sunshine and rainbows about it."

“So,” Sam said as they drove into the night. “How did immortality treat you?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. She was angry at her brothers and angry at herself. She stared out the window. “It was actually great,” she muttered. “I had a life un-ironically.”

"Sounds like a hell of a story," Dean commented, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Maybe one day you'll tell us about it." Y/N merely grumbled in response.

She didn't want to admit to her brothers that they were right. That she was in fact hurting and angry at John and hurting over the betrayal she's felt for nearly a year. However, they were her brothers. And she missed them.

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"I know you've been havin' some disagreements with those two idjits. They're yer brothers. It's only natural for them to drive you goddamn insane," Bobby said. "But they are just so doggone afraid of somethin' bad happenin' to ya. Y/N, ya gotta understand—most of the people they have cared about the most are gone. If they were to lose you, I don't know what the hell would happen—but it's possible even those two couldn't bounce back from that."

"I know. But they're stopping me from living my life the way I want to," you said, finally looking up. "I'm not gonna sit on the sidelines while they keep flinging themselves into danger. How is that fair?"

Bobby sighed and nodded pensively. "Yeah. I know. It ain't. I don't have all the answers," he said gently, "but you know you're welcome to stay here as long as you need."

You gave him a tight smile and got up to grab him into a hug that surprised him. "Thanks, Bobby."

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year

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Baby It's Cold Outside

Sam Winchester x plus size reader

A freak snow storm traps you and Sam in your motel room for the night so there’s only one thing for it, an evening of peace and quiet

Warnings: little bit spicy but not really full on smut, established relationship, around season 3, partial nudity, fluff, ok actually this is kind of smutty so SMUT

WC: 1.5k

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“Well, it looks like we’re not going anywhere tonight.” Sam shut the flimsy motel curtains, blocking your view of the frankly violent blizzard occurring right outside.

“That’s just great.” You moaned, flopping back onto the cheap bed, dropping your already packed duffle bag off the side. The shaggy haired man just chuckled and kicked off his boots, taking a seat beside you.

“It can’t be that bad being stuck here with me.” His pink lips turned up in an adorable smile, his dimples becoming prominent. A large hand cupped your full cheek and rolled over so he could rest his weight on his other hand, his lean body fitting between your soft thighs.

Your face flamed as you looked up at him, watching as the hazel in his eyes disappeared behind a haze of lust. “I could think of better things to do.” Your arms wound around his neck, pulling his face towards you.

“Oh? And what would that include?” The tip of his round nose brushed against yours, his breath fanning over your lips. From this close, you could see the small imperfections on his face that only served to make the young hunter even more beautiful. You could feel him growing hard against your thigh, the heat of him dangerously close to your core.

Silence settled over you like a comforting blanket. The orange glow of the streetlamp outside your room provided a comforting glow against the grey wash of the snow. Sam’s hair fell in front of his face and with a smooth motion, you brushed it back, your thumb gently caressing his clean shaven cheek. “I think that I should get undressed…” You started, your touch slowly moving downwards, lightly brushing each button of his flannel, feeling the strong chest hidden beneath only a couple layers of fabric.

“Keep going.” He was nosing at your neck now, lips tracing the trail of dark bruises he had left on your skin a few days before. You barely suppressed a gasp as he nibbled on a particularly sensitive mark right behind your ear.

“And then, once I’m completely naked, you should get naked too.” You could feel the way his lips turned up in a devilish smirk against your skin. He rested more of his weight on top of you, pinning your wide hips to the mattress, his other hand cupping one of your thighs.

“What then?” His voice dropped an octave, and you knew he was waiting for you to give your consent, to tell him to let loose and ravage you properly.

Your fingers slipped up into his shirt and caressed his abs, preening as they tightened beneath your palm. “Once you’re completely bare, perfect skin and cock on display for me, I want you to…” Your lips connected with his ear in a delicate peck before your tongue darted out and licked at the lobe. Sam shuttered above you, his thin hips bucking into yours. “Get in the shower cause you stink like ghoul.” And with a mighty shove, you pushed him off of you and he rolled to the floor.

There was a grunt, not of pain but more of annoyance, and then a head of messy brown hair popped up on the other side of the mattress. “That was mean.” He pouted but you just rolled your eyes.

“And you stink, go shower.” He huffed, clearly peeved about you working him up only to tell him to take a shower, yet he complied anyway. With a groan, the tall man stood up from the carpeted floor and began a very very slow walk to the bathroom.

His plaid came off first, quickly followed by his dark undershirt, letting you get a good look at his tanned, muscular back. Heat pooled in your already ruined panties and you knew that if he didn’t smell so awful from the hunt earlier that day, you would have happily joined him in the cramped shower. You heard the clink of his belt buckle.

You watched, hypnotised, as the leather was slowly pulled through the loops of his jeans, the denim sagging even more with every loop the belt moved through, exposing the top of his Saxx boxers. You bit down on your bottom lip as his jeans slipped down his powerful legs, his boxers quickly falling to the ground.

As he walked away, you could see flashes of his cock bouncing in time with his strides. “Damn you Winchester.” You muttered to yourself, firmly turning away from your boyfriend to focus on the small sliver of window that wasn’t covered by the white curtains. You slipped from the bed and looked out onto the world.

Sam was right, snow was coming down from dark clouds quickly and with a surprising amount of force. Your truck which was parked just outside was already covered in a layer of white at least a couple inches thick. The wind screamed just outside, making the glass of the window wobble in its frame.

Yet you smiled. Maybe this could be good for you both, it had been a very long time, if ever, that you had any much needed time to yourselves. With the desperate search for a way to break Dean’s deal and dealing with the fallout of John’s death, you needed a vacation.

With a quick text to Bobby and Dean, assuring them that you were fine, just trapped for the evening, you shut off both yours and Sam’s phones. Quickly, you stripped off your dirty clothes and pulled on a shirt from his bag before pulling all of the sheets and blankets from the bed and piled them on the couch.

By the time you heard the shower shut off, you had created a blanket fort just large enough for you both, complete with the motel radio and a flashlight that you covered with a piece of fabric, dousing the small area in a dim glow.

“Princess?” Sam’s confused tone made you smile as you poked your head up and out of the blankets. He had pulled on a fresh pair of boxers, his hair, though mostly dry, still had some droplets of water clinging to the ends. Your eyes followed a particularly large drop as it fell from one of the long strands and rolled down the front of his body until it reached the neatly timed patch of hair that peaked out over his underwear.

“I’m right here, handsome.” You answered, desperately trying to keep your voice level. You wanted at least an hour of just nice cuddling before your boyfriend wrecked you. His kaleidoscope eyes softened as they landed on you and like a dog following their master, he strode across the room, keen to wrap you up in his arms.

There was a brief struggle as he fit his long limbs into the fragile structure but soon, his back was propped up against the couch cushions, his legs stretched out in front of him as you lay on his lap, ear firmly pressed against his chest, listening to the strong beating of his heart.

Large hands skimmed your back beneath your shirt, holding you as close as he could. Your own hands held his ribs, feeling the way he inhaled and exhaled, holding tight like he was your lifeline. “This was a great idea.” He murmured into your hair.

Sighing, you glanced up at him. “I’m glad you think so, it’s even better now that you don’t smell like you crawled through the sewer.” There was a slight hitch in his breath and you could tell he wanted to retort something sassy but instead he just smiled against the top of your head.

“You know what would make this even better?” There was a teasing tone to his voice that sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

“What’s that?” You expected him to respond in a similar manner to your own teasing from earlier but Sam always had a trick up his sleeve.

“If you were sitting on my cock, keeping me nice and warm while we watch the snow fall.” A moan slipped past your lips before you could stop it. And he laughed heartily, shaking your body with the force. “Sorry, couldn’t help it.” He said between chuckles.

“Yeah you could.” It was your turn to pout now.

“You’re right but it was pretty funny.” You glared at him, face set with determination. Suddenly, your cold hands were in his boxers, gripping his considerable length. Sam hissed at both the coldness of your skin and the feel of you finally touching him where he needed you.

“I guess I should prove you wrong though. Just cuddling is so much better than cock warming.” You rocked forward onto your knees which were planted by his hips, and guided him back to your entrance.

“Go on princess, prove me wrong.” He growled, indulging your challenge. You huffed and sat down, back arching almost painfully as you struggled to take him fully. “Fuck.” Sam groaned. His jaw was locked, the muscles working over as he let you do what you wanted to him.

“S-see, just -shit- cuddling is better.” Your plump body trembled on top of him as he threw his head back, exposing his long neck to your hungry lips.

“I can see your point now.”

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My angel | Castiel |

Chapter 1

"Hey Bobby the phones ringing!" I shout from another room

"Well then answer idgit!" He shouts back I roll my eyes getting up from my comfortable position on the couch walking over to the phone picking it up I see a random number but answer it anyway

"Who is this?" I question suspiciously

"Mia? Mia listen to me" I hear none other than my dead brother speak i stare ahead in shock for minute starting to tear up before realizing it's probably a demon or shapeshifter

"This isn't funny call again and I'll kill you" I say angrily hanging up the phone

"Who was it?" Bobby asks coming into the room but when he sees me crying he comes over concerned

"Hey kid what's wrong" he says in the most gentle voice he could

"Some demon pretending to be Dean called...it was so nice to hear his voice" I say sniffling

"I'm sorry" Bobby says pulling me into a hug which makes me cry more melting into him.

It's been a couple hours since my meltdown and I'm back to sitting on the couch watching tv well Bobby's in the kitchen making something when I hear a knock at the door

"Really again I have to get up" I sigh out but stand up regardless heading to the door

"Wh-" I start to say stopping when I see my brother at the door smiling at me

"Surprise" he says

"I-I don't..." I stutter out but he interrupts me

"Yeah me neither but here I am" he says walking in I slowly grab the silver knife behind me slashing at him with it but he catches my arm putting it behind my back

"Mia!" He shouts but I swing back hitting him in the face

"Mia! It's me!" He says groaning stumbling backwards

"Hey what the hell is going on" Bobby runs in but stops when he sees Dean

"My ass" I say back to Dean speed walking towards him

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait!" He says pushing a chair infront of him holding his hand out I go to push it out of the way but Bobby stops me looking at Dean curiously

"Your name is Mia Elizabeth Winchester your 23 and your my sister our dads John Winchester" he says speedily

"Anyone could know that" I spit back

"Um....ok ok you've never had a boyfriend because dad, me, and Sam wouldn't let you, um you love books, you rebellious like Sam but worse never following dads orders but staying anyway Because of me, um the scars on your left arm there from-" but I stop him moving the chair reaching out and touching his shoulder he smiles but I go to swing the knife again Bobby pulling me back again Dean swiping the knife from my hands

"I'm not a shapeshifter!" Dean yells

"Then your a revenant!" I yell from Bobby's arms

"Alright if I was either would I do this with a silver knife?" He says pulling up his sleep cutting himself I look at him bewildered that he's not in pain

"Dean?" I say starting to tear up

"That's what I've been trying to tell you" he says smiling walking towards me I immediately pull him into a tight him starting to ball

"Hey hey it's ok" Dean says laughing slightly with relief I just hug him tighter hearing his voice and finally hugging him again after all this time, I pull back after a minute tears still falling down my cheeks Dean smiling swiping them away meanwhile he tears up a bit himself

"It's-it's good to see you" I say sniffling

"Yeah, You to" Dean says coughing subtly wiping his tears

"Hey I'm here you know" Bobby says from the side me and Dean laughing Dean going over and hugging Bobby

"How'd did you bust out?" Bobby says pulling back confused

"I don't know I just uh woke up in a pine box-" Dean speaks but gets interrupted by Bobby throwing holy water on him

"I'm not a demon either you know" he says spitting water out I laugh

"Sorry, can't be to careful" Bobby shrugs

"So tell us everything" I say looking at him expectingly

~~time skip~~

“That don't make a lick of sense" Bobby says confused walking into the living room

"Yeah your preaching to the choir" Dean says back me and him following Bobby

"Dean your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop, and you've been buried four months even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit” Bobby says

"I know, I should look like a thriller video reject" Dean sighs saying what everyone was thinking

"What do you remember?" I question carefully

"Not much, I remember I was a hellhounds chew toy...and then lights out then I come to six feet under that was it" he says looking away from us I look at him sadly

"Sam's numbers not working hes-uh- he's not..."

"Oh he's alive as far as we know" Bobby says easing deans worries

"Yeah just up and left me though in a time of need but yeah he's alive" I say rolling my eyes

"What?" Dean looks at me confused

"Oh yeah I lost both brothers it was real fun" I say with fake enthusiasm Dean just looks at me sorrily

"These months haven't been exactly easy, you know for him or us...we had to bury you" Bobby says looking at Dean

"Why did you bury me anyway?"

"We wanted you salted and burned- usual drill- but Sam wouldn't have it" I sigh out

"Well I'm glad he won that one" Dean says looking down at himself

"He said you'd need a body when he got you back home somehow that's about all he said" I say

"What do you mean?" Dean asks confused

"He was quiet...real quiet, then he just took of wouldn't return our calls we tried to find him but he didn't want to be found" i say looking down still missing him even though I'm beyond pissed he left me

"Oh damn it Sammy" Dean groans out

"What?" Bobby questions

"Oh he got be home ok but whatever he did it is bad mojo" Dean says looking at me and Bobby

"What makes you so sure?" I question

"You should have seen the grave site it was like a nuke went off then there was this-this force, this presence, this I don't know but it-it blew past me at a fill up joint...and then this" Dean says taking off his coat lifting up his shirt sleeve I come over curiously

"What in the hell?!" I say blown away by the handprint in bedded in deans shoulder

"What in the hell is right" Bobby says looking incredulously at the mark

"Yeah it's like a demon just yanked me out or rid me out" Dean shrugs

"But why?" I say confused

"To hold up there end of the bargain" Dean grits out

"You think Sam made a deal?" I say nervously

"It only makes sense” Dean says looking at me

"Fuck" I sigh out running my hands through my hair

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lunaroserites · 7 months

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The Moon and Stars

Word count: 1439

Requested: No

Pairing: Castiel x fem!reader

Additional character: Dean, Sam and Bobby

Warnings: Marriage, fluff, cuteness. Not beta read, we die like Supernatural Characters.

Plot; Castiel and his fiancé get married.

The stars hung low in the dusk sky as it became just dark enough for them to be visible. They stood with Bobby and the Winchesters on top of a cliff overlooking the ocean. You could hear the waves as they splashed against the rock below, a soft breeze drifted through the pine trees behind them. It was peaceful.

Sammy had a small portable music player set up with Hozier’s Like Real People Do playing quietly in the background. Bobby held an old, worn, but well loved bible in one hand, wiped a stray tear with the other. The brothers wore button ups rolled to their elbows and nice slacks, a bottle of beer held in their hand.

The Impala was parked a little away from them, the headlights providing a small amount of extra light in the dusk.

She wore an elegant dress, it was white with lace stars and moons embroidered all over it, it was floor length and pooled at her feet, a slit ran from the bottom of the skirt to mid thigh. She wore a veil adorned with delicate pearls, and embroidered with stars and moons, matching the bodice and skirt of her dress. Her finger lay bare waiting for the ring that she had worn everyday to be placed back during an exchange of heartfelt words. She gazed up at him through the veil, it did little to obstruct her view of him.

He wore his usual trench coat over a black suit, it was new and well tailored. The Winchesters had taken him to a local shop in town and for the first time he picked out something of his own. A tie pin of a silver moon and star, matching her dress clipped delicately to his tie, he had specially made, with the help of Dean of course, the internet was still lost on him most days. He matched her gaze, she looked utterly magically in her dress, everything picked out and placed in deliberate manner.

Dean, Sam and himself had arrived at the lookout spot prior to her and Bobby. Bobby insisted that if they were doing this, they were doing it right. If his (adoptive) little girl was getting married he would be damned before she was married in some janky drive thru chapel, wearing greasy jeans and one of Dean’s band tees. Sure this may not be official in the eyes of the government, but in the eyes of heaven it was as official as it could get.

He was not an emotional man by any standards, usually stoic and hard faced. She had never seen him this emotional before, when she walked out of her room asking him to zip her dress up he couldn’t help but shed a few tears. She was stunning in her dress, it was as if it was crafted for her and her alone. But all he could see was the little girl she once was standing in the center of pooling fabric saying “daddy, zip my dress up please.” Once it was zipped up and she spun around with a bright smile, taking the skirt in her hands and swaying it. “How do I look dad?” He choked a cry back and gave her his best smile.

“Like an Angel, baby,” he had pulled her into a tight hug, she let a few tears fall into his shoulder. He helped her into his truck making sure her dress was safely tucked into the cab. The drive was quiet, something she was grateful for because it gave her time to calm her nerves. Once at the lookout, Bobby helped her step down from the cab, and walked with her on his arm making sure she wouldn’t trip on the uneven terrain.

Dean nudged Castiel when he noticed Bobby and her approaching, he turned slowly. Once fully facing the two approaching he finally looked at her, the dusk sky making her white dress stand out. She was beautiful, he choked on air looking at her stunning beauty. She made Angel’s grace look dull. Dean let out a low whistle and Sam gasped. The two had never seen her dolled up this before. She grew up alongside the brothers, she was rough and tumble with a side Singer sass, even if she wasn’t one by blood.

Bobby spoke softly, reading a couple verses from the bible in his hands. His voice was rough, from the unshed tears. She stared into his eyes, listening to the soft chorus of their song as it melded with Bobby’s voice. He spoke so soundly, speaking to her, him and the night. They had prepared a few worlds for each other to exchange before they placed rings on each other and sealed the deal with the all important kiss.

Castiel started, “In this space right here that we have made for each other, you can say anything and I will not abandon you. Unwrap the worst things you have done. Watch me hold them up to the light and not flinch. Your love is the light by which my soul follows. You are my sun, my moon, and my stars. I may never find words beautiful enough to describe all that you mean to me, but I will spend the rest of our time searching for them. With this ring, I am bound to you, mind, body, and soul.” He slid the ring onto her awaiting finger. It was a three part ring, the center ring was a moon stone with three crescent moons around it and smaller stones filling the space, the second sat underneath it, 7 little stones creating a ‘V’ shape. The third and final piece was two wings wrapped around both of the other rings. Castiel had it made custom for her, he poured all his love into the design. When it arrived 18 months ago he had been on a hunt with the brothers, one she skipped out on because she wasn’t feeling well. When he got back to the bunker and she mentioned a package he feared she knew what it was. His fear was for not as she had just laid the small shipping box on his side of the bed undisturbed.

“If you came to me with a face I have not seen, with a voice I have never heard, I would still know you. Even if centuries separated us, I would still feel you. Somewhere between the sand and the stardust, through every collapse and creature there is a pulse that echoes of you and I. Till death do us part, they say. I say, I will love you till this life to the next. And if the next life won’t grace me with you, I will still love you till the next one, and the next, the next. Till death finally gives up on us,” her voice wavered slightly, the weight of her words and how she felt crashed like the waves, she loved him so deeply. “With every fiber of my soul I will love, cherish and care for you. For you are the moon, the stars and the sun in my soul.” With trembling fingers she slid the matching white gold ring on his finger, it had an engraving of their names in Enochian on the inside band, and etchings of angel wings with little stars dotted on the outside. A custom piece made by the same person who made her rings. It wasn’t planned that way, but it was a happy coincidence when the seller messaged her asking about the ring she wore.

Bobby spoke a few more words and announced they were husband and wife, and he may kiss the bride. Castiel’s hands found the tull of her veil and lifted it gently over her head, not to disturb her hair, or damage the veil. He placed it down once her face was fully uncovered and looked down into her eyes, his own eyes pouring every ounce of love into hers. His water line had unshed, happy tears. He cupped her face in his hands and poured his soul into the kiss, her cheeks wetted from his now spilled tears. She wrapped arms around his neck and pressed close to him.

Sam, Dean and Bobby all clapped their hands hollered. Castiel pulled back from the shared moment and rubbed his nose to hers lovingly.

“Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips, We should just kiss like real people do,” the song closed on them, it had been playing over and over through the whole ceremony. Castiel put his lips to hers once more.

#castiel x reader #castiel x you #castiel #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #bobby singer #supernatural imagine #marriage #fluff #castiel fluff #hozier #like real people do

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babyjackdaniels · 5 months

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#fox writes imagines #spn #supernatural #bobby singer #daughter!reader #son!reader #child!reader #spn imagine #supernatural imagine #Bobby singer imagine #hunter!reader imagine #hunter!reader

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all-timelee · 1 year

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I'm So Sorry || D.W.

Warnings: mention of character death, bad language

Word Count: 1.0k

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You couldn't help the tears pooling down your cheeks. You couldn't stop the loud cries that slipped past your lips. You'd never felt such immense pain before and for the first time in your life, you genuinely felt like you would never truly recover, at least not fully. The image of Charlie's lifeless body slumped in the hotel bathtub was burned in your brain, outside of the boys, she had been the closest thing you had to a family. You were so tired of losing people, so exhausted of constantly looking over your shoulder just to lose yet again.

It was all too much.

You barely heard the door to your room open as your curled into yourself, just this once, allowing yourself to break. A small scream made it's way out of your throat as Dean set a gentle hand on your shoulder, a look of grim understanding on his feautres. He didn't speak, he simply took a seat next to you, his arm easily pulling you into his chest. As soon as you were properly buried in his embrace, you broke down completely, sobbing into his shoulder as your fists dug into the fabric of his shirt. His grip around you tightened but his voice was soft and comforting as he began softly murmuring to you.

You were are that Dean was acting strong for your sake, he cared about Charlie just as much as you did and you hated yourself for not being able to hold yourself together when he needed you just as much as you needed him. Your cries slowly subsided, silent tears still falling out of your wet eyes, but you pulled back from Dean's embrace just enough to look him in the eye. He was crying, doing his best to stay strong for you, but his cheeks had trails of moisture running down them. You looked at the man sadly, moving your hands up to cup his face and gently run the pads of your thumbs under his eyes.

You gave a teary, encouraging smile as he allowed his facade to fall, letting out a shuddery breath before his head fell forward, resting in the crook of your neck. Dean was the best when it came to hiding how he was really feeling, most of the time turning his anguish or fear into anger, you rarely witnessed him crying and it hurt each and every time. You pressed a kiss to his temple, wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders. Your heart felt heavy as Dean's shaky breaths filled your nose, his skin hot where it brushed against yours, reminding you of just how close you were. Dean didn't pull away, instead his arms shifted until they were wrapped firmly around your back as well.

And you cried, you sat there for god knows how long and let each other cry, holding one another. When you finally calmed down enough, both of your hands moved from his shoulders to his chin, tilting his face upwards so you could gaze deeply into his eyes. "I'm so sorry. Sam only got a hold of her cause he was trying to help-" You cut him off quickly, knowing what he was going to say.

"No, this is not on you. Neither is it on Sam. It's a shitty situation, but blaming ourselves isn't going to make it better, Dean." He opened his mouth to respond, most likely to argue with you, but he decided against it and simply nodded his head slightly, leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. It wasn't enough, but neither of you said anything as you leaned further into his space and placed a sweet kiss of your own on his lips. It was tender, loving, a reminder that neither of you were alone tonight. And as you pulled apart and rested your foreheads together, you knew it was exactly what you both needed.

You stayed like that for a while longer; Dean sitting with his head tilted towards yours as he stroked your hair and you held him tightly. Once you started feeling somewhat more stable, you stood up and offered your hand out to Dean, helping him stand as well. After a few moments of silence between the two of you, Dean cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. He glanced over at you and seemed to steel himself before speaking. "We should probably get some sleep, huh?" His tone was quiet, almost shy and the look in his eyes told you that he wanted desperately to keep this moment between the two of you.

You returned the gesture by nodding in agreement and he reached over, intertwining his fingers with yours. You smiled to yourself at the gesture. He always had trouble saying the right words, especially when he was trying to comfort someone else. This whole night had taken its toll on Dean. There wasn't anything you could do but support him however you could, even if it meant walking through hell and back tomorrow morning.

He reluctantly let your hand go, allowing you to rid yourself of you clothes in order to slip into something more comfortable. Dean did the same, not caring that his clothes laid messily on the floor of your room as he stood in just his boxers, climbing into the bed with you. His warmth enveloped you and you nestled your head into his chest, allowing the steady thump of his heartbeat to help your form relax into him. "I love you, Dean." You whispered quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his bare chest.

His hand moved across your body until his fingers found purchase on the hem of your tshirt and slid his hand underneath it, running his fingers alone the bare skin of your hip. "I love you too, sweetheart." He responded, his voice low and raspy from exhaustion.

With that final statement, you drifted off into a deep sleep, Dean's warm and strong arms wrapped around you to keep you safe and protected. Even in the midst of what must've felt like hell, you and your boyfriend were still together. You were still safe.

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aesthetic-babyyy · 5 months

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The big question- Sam Winchester imagine

Warnings// smut, smut oh and more smut

Word count// 3665

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Sam and you had been together for 2 years, you met while in your first day of Stanford, you sat at the back of the lecture hall with not knowing anyone you eddies to take the seat furthest away from the rest of the class, and you say there alone for all of 5 minutes before the seat next to you was being taken by a tall handsome stranger, the handsome man turned to you smiling placing his hand out "hi I'm Sam" you shook his hand returning his smile "I'm Y/N"

"You not much of a people person either?" Sam joked at the difference of where you two were say 4 rows behind you chatting classmates "definitely not, I don't really know anyone here yet other than my roommate" you said taking notes of what the professor had written on the board "well I guess you know me now too" was he flirting?, you turned to face him giving him a small smirk "I guess I do" am thought for a second before speaking again "so now that we're friends, what do you say I take you out for dinner say around 6 o clock? I could even take you to see a movie after" okay he was definitely flirting with you

Your cheeks were burning red, you definitely didn't expect to get a date on your first day of college "yeah it's a date" Sam nodded finding it hard to contain his own smile, he's not usually this straight forward especially when it comes to pretty girls, once the class was over you and Sam walked to exit to head to your next classes which unfortunately were not together as you've discovered "can I have your number? I can call you later so we can meet up tonight?" Sam questioned scratching the back of his neck awkwardly "yea definitely" you said taking out a pen to write on his notebook (xx xxx xxx xxx) "perfect I'll call you after my last class" Sam said tucking his notebook back under his arm

"I gotta get going room 336 is across campus" you said moving to walk to your class "Y/N wait!" Sam jogged slightly over to you "yeah?" Sam looked to the ground suddenly finding the ground very interesting "how about I walk you to your class" you smiled up at him "I'd really like that Sam" needless to say the date went amazing, Sam sweeper you right off your feet, you guys were dating for around a year when he asked you to move in with him, he had his own apartment since his roommate Louis moved out 3 months prior, of course you said yes and you guys couldn't have been happier, getting to wake up to the man you loved everyday as falling asleep next to him was thrilling.

Things has been going great for you guys since you moved in together a year ago, Sam was the perfect roommate and boyfriend, he never left his dirty laundry litter the floor, he never ate the last of your food, something you were very thankful for because your last roommate wasn't so respectful, and even if he did he replaced it before you noticed which wanted your heart and you always made sure to thank him in only a way you could, you guys rarely fought which was great and even when you guys had your stupid arguments that made you give each other the silent treatment, the make up sex made it so worth it,

Lately however, Sam had been acting strange, starting to become more secretive, you trusted Sam immensely so you knew he wasn't cheating on you, however the secrets were getting concerning, deciding to push it to the back of your head and just give him time, Sam would come talk to you when he was ready, like every Friday you finished your last class earlier than sam so you decided to go grocery shopping and head back to the apartment.

You were home an hour later, however Sam still had one more class so he wouldn't be home for another hour at most so once you put the grocery's away you laid down on the couch deciding to watch crappy TV till your boyfriend got home, tonight was takeout night so you decided to text Sam to see what he was thinking for tonight, surprisingly he replied pretty fast considering he was still in class 'what if we went out to that new restaurant tonight? I was gonna call and make reservations after I get out of professor Xs class' giggling at Sam's attempt to joke you started to feel excited, you guys hadn't been out in a while, loving the company of each other on the comfort of your own couch every night instead

'that sounds incredible baby what time?' You texted back and again within seconds, like it was already typed and ready Sam replied '8:30pm?' Considering it was 4:30pm you decided to take a shower, you sent Sam a quick text of approval before moving to the bathroom and taking a quick everything shower.

Once the clock hit 5:30pm you had finally dried your hair from the shower and curled it, still wearing your shower robe when you heard the front door open and shut "Y/N I'm home" god you didn't think you would ever get tired of hearing that, rushing out to greet your boyfriend, when you got to the kitchen Sam was placing his laptop bag on the kitchen counter, smiling you walk over to him Sam waiting for you with his arms open, wrapping your arms around your giant boyfriends neck to hug him, his own hands wrapping around your waist, now something you have always loved about hugging Sam, he always ended up picking you up and holding you close to him, like his own little koala

This hug was no different, Sam was lifting you off your feet, your legs wrapping around his waist, Sam leaned in the kiss you, you returned the kiss, moaning when moved his hands to the hem of your robe, running them up you legs and straight to your ass, squeezing your ass and pulling you closer to him so your bare heat was pressing against his deliciously cold belt buckle, you moaned rolling your hips to hit your clit either right pressure, Sam's hands squeezed hard as you opened your lips moaning his name, Sam took advantage of this as he slipped his tongue into the kiss, you fought for dominance over the kiss but there's not much Sam's tongue can loose too... especially when he's always practicing with it

Pulling away from the kids and stopping your actions "wait Sammy" you said pressing your hand on his shoulder "everything okay?" He asked panicked, you giggled "of course baby i just think we should save this for later" you smirked kissing his freshly shaven cheek "yeah your right" he said sitting you down on the kitchen counter next to his laptop case "so what's got you wanting to go out all of a sudden?" You were curious, normally you guys talked about dates, unless it's for birthdays or anniversary's "well Matt was talking about it saying the food there was great and I thought I should surprise you with a night out" Sam said kissing you once again, only this time it was a sweet kiss "your the best Sammy I love you so much" Sam have you a final kiss before pulling away giving you a smile "I love you more baby"

While Sam was taking a shower you decided do your make up, keeping it very simple as you were never one to do a bold eye, you put on some red lipstick to finish it off moving to your closet to pull on a black lace strapless bra and matching panties, you pulled on your red mini dress, you decided to pair the look with a pair of black stilettos and a black leather jacket to match your dress, Sam walked into your shared bedroom a towel gun loosely on his hips, his toned chest still dripping wet from the shower "you look beautiful Y/N" Sam said staring at you completely starstruck

Your turned giving your boyfriend a bright smile "thanks sweetie", Sam got dressed into a paris of black slacks and a dressy shirt, he styled his hair slightly, by the time you guys were finished getting ready it was 8:00pm, you made your way out to Sam's car to go to the restaurant. Sam parked the car and got out the drivers seat rushing over to open your door, extending his arm to you to help you out "what's for you being so gentlemanly tonight?" You asked linking your arm through his "I just want to make up for not taking you out regularly, your so beautiful I need to be showing you off every damn chance I get"

You giggled as you guys made it to the restaurant doors, Sam held the door open for you and you both walked up to the reception desk "hi we have a reservation for Winchester" the man nodded "of course and Winchester your table is ready, if you and the lovely lady can follow me please", the waiter said leading f you and Sam to your table, Sam pulled your chair out for you and once you were seated Sam sat on his own seat, the waiter placed two large menus on your table "would either of you like to order a drink?" Sam nodded "yes please, can I get a whiskey soda and can my girlfriend get a martini" the waiter nodded writing both drinks orders down "of course sir, they'll be right out" the waiter said walking towards the bar

"Wow Sam this place looks amazing" you said looking around the warm lit room seeing how crowded it was "yeah I've heard great reports from the place, so i though you and I should be the real judges of that" Sam said making you giggle, skimming through the menu you decided to order the chicken Parmesan with a side of fries, Sam decided on the steak, also with a side of fries, Sam and you made small chit chat about each others days as you waited for your food, which didn't take very long.

Both of you had cleared your plates "wow they weren't lying this place is amazing" you said placing your fork back on the empty plate "yeah it was incredible, we'll definitely be back here". "Can I interest you both on our desert menu, our chefs special tonight is the chocolate fudge cake infused with caramel filling and vanilla ice cream" that sounded incredible, Sam who was always able to read your mind was already ordering 2 of the chefs special, "I'm gonna run to the bathroom I'll be right back" Sam said, his voice coming out rushed, before you could ask if he was alright he was already heading to the bathroom's, you decided to brush it off maybe he had to pee really bad?

When Sam came back from the bathroom his demeanour was still the same, he looked around the restaurant anxious, once the waiter had came with your deserts he sat it down in front of both of you, you thanked the waiter, turning back to grab your spoon when you caught a glimpse of shine coming from your cake, confused you took a closer look, that's when you it... there was a ring on your cake a beautiful princess cut ring surrounded by little diamond, you breath hitched in your throat as tears tan down your face, when you looked back to Sam he was in front of you now, down on his knee, he took your hands in his, by now the whole restaurant was silent just watching you both in the most special moment of your life "Y/N, the second I laid eyes on you I knew you were special, after our first date I knew how right I was, your smart, kind and the most beautiful women in the world, your everything I have ever wanted and more, I could never imagine a life without you, you’re the reason I wake up smiling everyday because I get to wake up to you every morning I love you so much beautiful, will you marry me?” By the end of Sam’s speech you were in tear you let out a shaky breath “hell yeah I’ll marry you!” You cried reaching forward placing both hands on Sam’s face pulling him into a soft kiss

Once Sam pulled away he gently grabbed the ring giving it a quick clean, “you’ll be needing this” Sam chuckled as he took your left hand in his, he gently placed the ring on your finger officially making you an engaged women, the restaurant erupted into cheers for you both in celebrations.

Once you and Sam had left the restaurant you guys were on your way home as fiancés “i can’t stop smiling oh my god” you said holding your left hand in front of you as Sam drove “I’ve had that ring for a couple weeks now I just could figure out how to propose but I couldn’t hold it in anymore” Sam said as he pulled into your apartments parking lot. Walking up to your door Sam was picking you up bridal style making you squeal and grab him for balance “gotta start practicing carrying you over the threshold” Sam opened the door walking you both in before turning to lock up for the night, he started to walk you both to the bedroom playing with his slightly long hair “can’t wait to get you fiancé to bed huh” you joked

Sam chuckled dropping you gently to the bed “I’m so happy I can finally call you my fiancé now” Sam said gently taking your shoes off, his hands running up your legs, he went under the red dress pulling the black lace off your legs, Sam scrunched your dress up under your ass presenting your bare pussy In front him, the air making you clench at nothing, Sam smirked as he snaked his arms around your legs as he roughly pulled you to the end of the bed, you felt his hot breath against your core making you moan softly

Sam leaned in licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit to test the waters, when your body responded with your hand in his hair pushing him closer to you, Sam smirked against you as he got to work, Sam started fucking his tongue in and out of your right hole as his nose pressed against your clit making you see stars, you ran your hand through Sam’s hair your hips rolling against the movements of Sam’s tongue, Sam inserted his long thick finger inside of you, curling to hit your G spot with every thrust as he loved his mouth to your clit flicking it and sucking it into his hot mouth, once Sam added another finger it wasn’t long till you were chanting his name “oh my hod Sammy, I’m gonna come” you croaked out as you came hard on his tongue

Sam worked you through orgasm, pulling away from between your shaky legs he stood pulling his clothes off leaving him complete bare in front of you, you smirked moving to crawl towards him on weak legs, you stopped at his cock, his tip red and pre fun leaking from it, you wrapped your small hand around his big thick shaft moving your hand up and down at a slow pace to tease him, you went to take him into your mouth but Sam stopped you “tonight is all about you Y/N” Sam said grabbing the hem of your dress and pulling it off, leaving you in only your black lace bra, Sam grabbed the front of it tearing it off exposing your bare chest to him “oh fuck” you were dripping at this point wanting him to do something

Sam got the hint getting on top of you, he eased you back down on the bed, he leaned in to kiss you nipping at your bottom lip for entrance which was soon granted, Sam explored every inch of your mouth with his tongue, you moaned at the fact you could still taste yourself on his tongue, Sam moved the kissed down your neck sucking at your pulse point “please fuck me sam” you begged dying to feel the familiar stretch of his cock, sam chuckled moving his kiss down to your breast giving your nipple a playful bite, you arched your back at the feeling wrapping your legs around his hips, sam grabbed his shaft rubbing it up and down your folds coating his in your juices he groaned pressing his tip to your entrance,

Sam started to push his cock inside you inch by inch, not stopping until he bottomed out “you feel so fucking good baby” sam groaned as he started thrusting slowly to get you ready,”faster Sammy please” you begged so Sam grabbed your thighs, pushing them against your chest so your legs were over his shoulders, giving him the perfect angle to but your special spot, Sam pulled almost all the way out before slamming back inside you “oh fuck Sam!” You screamed in pleasure, Sam continued his pace the only sounds on the room that could be heard were moans and skin slapping skin “I’m not gonna last much longer” Sam groaned out “me either baby” Sam moved his hand down to your pussy and started to rub your clit to stimulate you “oh god I’m gonna cum” you screamed your head slamming against the pillow, Sam started to thrust into you even fast than before his fingers still rubbing your clit, you came in an instant, squirting all over Sam’s cock, that sent Sam over the edge as cam in spurts inside you “that was so fucking hot” Sam said his hips finally coming to a stop

he pulled out of you gently as he collapsed beside you pulling your sweaty body against his you leaned your head on his toned chest as you slowed your breathing, you couldn’t stop staring at the beautiful ring that now decorated your hand “I can’t believe we’re engaged” you said looking up at Sam who was already smiling down at you, “I know me either but I’m so glad you said yes” Sam grabbed your newly decorated hand in his as you both drifted to a sound sleep wrapped in your fiancés strong arms

You woke a few hours later to Sam still sound asleep, smirking you moved slowly out of his heaps as not to wake him just yet as you straddled him, his morning wood pressed against your core making you shudder, you leaned forward kissing his neck sucking a deep hickey under his jaw, Sam stirred as he slowly opened his eyes, smiling he wrapped his arms around your waist holding you close to him, pulling away from his neck you leaned in to cover his mouth with your own, sliding your tongue into his mouth, you and Sam continued to make out lazily

You began rubbing your folds over his erect penis, pulling away after a few moments you held his cock in your hand rubbing up and down jerking him off slightly “Y/N please” Sam moaned his hand’s gripping your waist tightly, “you want me to ride you handsome?”

You asked continuing to jerk him off “fuck yes!” You smirked as you hovered your dripping hole over Sam’s cock moaning Sam’s name as you say on him

Once Sam was fully inside of you, you began to bounce on his cock Sam groaned his hands moved to your ass gripping hard as helped you move up and down his length “oh god Sammy” you moaned as your breast bounced along with your motions, Sam was in a trance as he leaned forward taking your breast into his mouth sucking and biting before moving to your next breast repeating his actions

You soon felt your orgasms approaching “you gonna come Sammy” you teased knowing he was holding back, Sam took you by surprise gently pulling you off his shaft, he turned you around so you were on your hands and knees, Sam was behind you in seconds pushing his length inside you once more, he bottomed out against your ass, he was always able get deeper inside you when he took you from behind, Sam started to trust inside you at fast punishing pace “harder please” you begged your hands clenching the bedsheets so hard your knuckles were turning white

Sam obeyed instantly, he leaned forward his chest pressed against your back his hands moving to hold your breasts in his big hands as he started slamming his length inside your pussy, you screamed as Sam continued to thrust inside you as hard as he could until he was about to finish “cum with me gorgeous” Sam said as he squeezed your breasts his hips still going as hard as before, you obeyed and came with a scream of your fiancés name, clenching your pussy around his length pushing Sam to his end unleashing hot sports of cum inside you, Sam eventually pulled out and pulled you back to your previous position from last night, wrapped in his arms

Sam leaned over to kiss the top of your head, “well that was quite the wake up call” Sam joked smiling against your hair, giggling you place you ring hand on his chest “I wanted to wake my future husband up with a bang” you joked “well you certainly succeeded… i can’t wait to call you my wife Y/n” Sam said holding you closer to him “me either Sammy” you said closing your eyes and falling into a peaceful morning nap with your new fiancé, soon to be husband.

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shelbgrey · 2 years

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Gabriel As Your Garudian Angel

~ first of all its the first and almost only thing he has ever tooken seriously

~when he found out he didn't really care. Michael and Lucifer were desened to inhabit the Winchesters bodies and he got the boring job of being Bobby Singer's Nieces.

~when he first met you he immediately took the roll. He Loved your personality and stuck around.

~you were a kid when you first met so you just thought he was an imaginary friend.

~he hung around in your toddler years but slowly stopped showing up when you befriend Sam and dean

~he felt like you didn't need him anymore so he protected you from a far

~after awhile you forget the angel and figured the boy with golden wings was an imaginary friend.

~you didn't have encounter intill years. You were an adult and a hunter.

~your first case involving him he was just know as the trickster. He left you untouched but screwed with Sam and Dean.

~that pattern continued when with the mystery spot Fiasco. Gabe knew how much you cared for Dean so he didn't put you in the time loop with Sam.

~that same time period he didn't bring Dean back till you asked.

~during his TV land joke he purposely put you and the boys in shows you liked. Like Dr. Sex MD was based off Greys anatomy(a show you liked)

~after that you confronted him while he was in the holy fire.

~ “I'm always left untoched during your practical jokes, why is that?”

~“you don't remember me? I'm hurt Sugar”

~for some reason you showed murcy on him and convinced the boys to let him go.

~“I always thought you were my imaginary friend”

~“I stopped hanging around because you had the boys... I guess I thought you didn't need me anymore so I protected you from a far”

~after that he wouldn't leave you alone. It annoyed the hell out of the boys but you brushed it off.

~he'd always wake you up with his favorite song heat of the moment. Or he'd wake you up like an alarm that was set on radio mode.

~“Gooooodd Morning miss. Y/n Singer. It's a beautiful day in Lawrence Kansas. The weather is gonna be sunny and dry. But better get ready because the forecast predicts a pesky Windego on the loose. I'm your host Gabriel the Trickster”

~you guys grew close and your friendship kinda turned romantic to both of your fright.

~guardian angels aren't supposed to fall in love with their person. It was just the rules.

~then again when did gabe ever follow the rules.

~after yours and Dean's failed atempt to a relationship gabe flew in.

~it started off casual. You slept together once or twice but Never confermed anything.

~not wanting that in a relationship you told him how you felt.

~“everyday I'd wake up to your stupid music and your stupid voice. I feel in love deeper and deeper with you”

~you kept it on the down low afraid of how the boys would react. But after one of his tricks it came out, but it also caused Sam to break his arm.

~that was the biggest flaw in your relationship. His ability to not care that he screws with your Family.

~“I'm tired of you hurting them all the time. We're a team. If you hurt them, you hurt me...some guardian angel you are”

~that hurt the both of you but it proved you two were ment to stay friends. It also made you realize the whole relationship was something you guys wanted to do because it was going against the rules.

~he reminded faithful to his Job and his friendship to you. He even helped you fix your relationship with Dean(which is who you belong with).

~the first time you watched him died hurt worse than any wound you got on the job. He lied there lifeless after saving you from Lucifer.

~the boys didn't know how to comfort you. It felt like part of you was missing.

~after you found out Asmodeus had captured and torchored gabe you were beyond furious.

~gabe was beyond scared when he was in the bunker but he trusted you. It was your turn to protect him.

~you where the one to convince him to take his grace and heal himself.

~“I need you gabe, I can't lose you again”

~ he stayed around again and even helped you look after Jack who you took under your wing. He took the role of an uncle oddly seriously.

~then came your time in purgatory. You were determined to get jack back and gabe wasn't gonna let you go alone. Even if you had your boyfriend Dean. And by the laws of heaven he had no choice.

~that wasn't his mind set. You were and always be his best friend. There ain't no him with out you.

~he never left your side during your time in purgatory. It angered Dean but gabe could care less. It was unnatural for him because you'd think he'd take it to his advantage but he didn't.

~during that time Lucifer teased the both of you. It infuriated gabe and he did his best to keep distance between the both of you.

~“lay one hand on her it'll be the last thing you ever do”

~during the cold nights you lied awake next to gabe wrapped in his leather jacket.

~when it was time for you to leave gabe didn't make it back. And he was gone for real this time.

~it took all Sam's power to pull you back as you screamed and cried his name.

~while everyone celebrated there return home you stayed in your room in the bunker crying in his leather jacket he left with you.

~the pockets of the jacket were filled with candy wrappers(you never took them out).

~What hurt the worst was there was a gold feather in the pocket as well. His feather.

~you wore it on a necklace and psychologically it made you feel safer.

~after he died your post hunt injuries hurt worse and they were more often. That proved gabe did his job well.

~Dean didn't know how to help you. He comforted you when you cried but Castile was the only one that willingly talked to you about it.

~“he really did care about you... In fact him being your guardian angel was the only thing he ever took seriously.”

~Cas later tried to take the job because he thought gabe would want that but her couldn't.

~you only get one gaurdian angel and gabe was the best and only one.

#Gabriel headcanons #gabriel x reader #Gabriel imagines #Supernatural #Bobby Singer x reader #Sam Winchester x reader #Dean winchester x reader #Spn #Trickster #Richard speight Jr #team free will #Carry on my wayward son #Castiel x reader #Castiel #Castiel imagunes #Supernatural headcanons #Supernatural prefrences #Gabriel prefrences

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mayfieldss · 8 months

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𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕒 𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕗...𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤.

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keiththecat · 10 months

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Admissible (Part One)

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader (You)

Summary: You've always hunted alone. That is, until Bobby sends you on a hunt near the Winchester brothers. How will things change when they come to help?

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: 18+, series typical violence and monsters, weapons, cursing, groping/ almost sexual assault, self-doubt/ self-esteem issues, character death, injuries, hurt/comfort

Author's Note: Hello friends! This is something I'm working on, but it has gotten long enough that I know I'll have to split it up (and I'm excited and can't wait longer to share it lol). Warnings may update as I keep writing, so please check them! The almost sexual assault is stopped, I promise (and it isn't in this part, but I will be sure to clearly label it when it does happen so you can skip it if this upsets you). Also feel free to message me if you have any questions or concerns about anything. Y/N is your name, and feedback is always welcome. Thanks for reading and thanks for all the love so far! <3

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of the related characters. The Supernatural series is created by Eric Kripke and owned by The CW Network. This work of fan fiction is for entertainment only. I am not making a profit of any kind from this story. All rights of the original Supernatural series belong to The CW Network.

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You have just hit the city limits of Kensington, Kansas when your car decides to call it quits. You manage to pull your car off to the side of the road, the engine spitting and sputtering before stopping altogether. You lay your forehead on the steering wheel and groan, “whyyyyyy?”

You almost pull out your phone to call Bobby back and see if any other hunters are close enough to take the case, but your pride stops you. You’re still a relatively new hunter and feel like you need to prove yourself. You’ve done well for yourself so far, no major injuries and usually finished hunts within two days of arriving, but you don’t want to jinx your progress. Sighing, you get out of the car, grabbing your duffel bag of hunting supplies and your backpack of clothes from the back seat. Squaring your shoulders, you start walking into town.

After about ten minutes of one foot in front of the other, you find a motel that looks promising: just run down enough for what you need. You walk into the office, finding a big burly bearded man, probably mid-50s, reading a newspaper. He glances up when you enter, his gruff voice mumbles out “how long?”

“Day by day. I’ll let you know early each day if I still need it the next night.”

He eyes you for a moment. “Cash?”

You pull out some cash and count out $100, placing it in front of him on the counter without a word. He takes it, nods at you and places a key on the counter. “Room 11. Farthest one to the left. You’re paid for three nights.”

You pick up the key and leave the office, heading left toward your temporary base of operations. You immediately break into your duffel bag, cleansing the room with a smudge stick, laying out your mats with sigil traps embroidered into them, and applying salt lines to the windows and door. You have the room properly protected within three minutes. You pull out your phone to start researching the deaths that brought you here but you’re greeted by a text message from an unknown number.

[Unknown 11:02AM: Hey, Bobby said you were in our area. We’ll be around if you need any help]

You stare at it for a moment before calling Bobby, who picks up on the second ring, “you make it okay?”

“Yeah, Bobby. My car broke down but I made it. Who did you give my number to?”

“I’m guessing the boys reached out to ya finally?”

The boys?, you wonder. Considering what you know about Bobby, that could only mean one set of brothers. “You mean you gave my number to the Winchesters? And what do you mean ‘finally?’ Bobby, you know I work better alone. You know, far far away from big of heart but dumb of ass.”

“Look, Y/N,” you can hear him breaking out his dad voice on you. “I just wanted them to know you were nearby. I gave them your info a while ago, I’m surprised it took them this long to reach out. I want you safe, they’re close by, and they’re good people. You’ll get along.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure they are, Bobby. I just prefer to stay out of the drama that comes with… all that. Their names are practically synonymous with trouble and apocalypse at this point.” You sit on the edge of your bed, picking at a stray thread on your jeans.

“Yeah, and they’ve saved all our asses, yours included, each time,” he reminds you. “Plus, Dean knows his way around cars and could probably get yours fixed up for ya.”

“Okay, Bobby, I get it. I’ll message them back.” You and Bobby say your goodbyes and hang up, leaving you staring once again at the text message.

[Y/N 11:06AM: Which bro do I have the pleasure of speaking with?]

[Unknown 11:06AM: Sam]

[Y/N 11:07AM: Alright, Tweedledee. Bring Tweedledum. I’ll need his car brain. Meet at the diner on Main?]

Without an immediate reply, you start looking into the deaths, looking for any connections between the victims. So far, there have been five mysterious deaths of prominent people in the community and each one has died differently: heart ripped out, throat slit, neck snapped, blood drained, and blunt force to the head.

[Sam 11:10AM: See you at the diner at 12]

50 minutes. More than enough time for you to grab a quick shower, check your supplies, and walk there. Guess I’m dancing with death this time. You sigh, and get to work.

Walking into the diner at 11:50AM, you sit at a booth in the back, facing the door. Front door, back door through the kitchen, windows on three sides, your brain automatically on alert in case of any threats. You’re in your FBI monkey suit, intending to question families after a quick meeting with the Winchesters. Your iron knife is against your right ankle, silver knife is against your left, and pistol is loaded and in a shoulder holster under your jacket, resting under your left arm. You are locked and loaded, ready to get this case over with.

[Y/N 11:51AM: Corner booth by kitchen]

You are pretending to look at the menu for less than two minutes when you hear the rumbling of the infamous Impala. They park out front, both unfolding their legs to get out of the car. Damn, they’re tall and hot, the stories did not do them justice. Dean’s unruly light brown hair is spiking in all directions, green eyes glittering in the sunlight. He’s wearing boots, dark jeans, a black tee, red plaid shirt unbuttoned, and leather jacket. Pistol in his jeans at his waist, he’s right handed. Sam’s soft brown hair blows in the light wind, slight frown creasing his eyebrow above hazel eyes. He’s wearing boots, light wash jeans, blue plaid shirt buttoned, and a grey jacket. Also a pistol at his waist, he’s left handed.

Dean reaches the door first, opening and entering, with Sam close behind. Sam is looking at his phone, looks up at you and points his brother in your direction.

“Y/N?” Dean asks, standing next to your table.

“That’s what my ID says.” You gesture at the seat across from you, indicating they should join you. Sam slides in first and Dean sits on the outside.

“Nice to finally meet you,” Sam says, offering a handshake which you take. “Bobby speaks very highly of you. I’m Sam, this is Dean.”

Damn he has a nice smile. “Yeah, I know who you are. Pretty sure I knew your names my first day on the job.”

A waitress makes her way over to your table. Probably in her 20s, thin and short with long brown hair, her high pitched voice cuts through the air “Welcome in, what can I get started for you all?”

The boys order coffee, Dean gets a burger and Sam gets a chicken wrap. You order a coffee and a salad. The waitress writes it all down and walks away, saying she’ll be right back.

“So, Sammy mentioned car troubles?” Dean asks, looking outside. “Which car?”

“It’s not out there. It’s on the side of the road coming into town. Broke down on my way in.”

The boys both look at you in concern. “You’ve been walking around town?” Sam asks.

You shrug, “the exercise keeps me alive. A moving body is a living body. I don’t mind. But I will need it fixed for when I’m done here, if you don’t mind.”

The waitress brings your coffees to your table, you each mutter a thanks.

“I can take a look at it when we’re done here.” Dean says, then he looks you up and down, eyeing your suit, “unless you have other plans?”

“No, that’d be great. I can go do my thing while you do yours.”

“Perfect,” Dean says, “Sammy can go with you.”

“Whoa-” “Wait-” You and Sam speak at the same time. Sam stops speaking but you continue, “I’m fine alone. I won’t need help.”

“Well, Princess, looks like you do need help since your car is MIA.” Dean says, a smug smile on his face.

You stare at him for a moment, eyes squinted, debating if the fight is worth it. “Fine.” You look at Sam, “do you have your suit?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, it’s in the car,” Sam says, shocked that you gave in so easily. The brothers know how stubborn you can be from the stories Bobby has told them. “I can grab it and change after we eat.”

The waitress brings the ordered food to the table, placing it in front of each of you. She checks if you all need anything else, and leaves the bill on the table when you all say no.

Dean speaks with a mouth full of burger, “alright then, it’s a plan.”

Sam tries to initiate small talk a few times as you all eat, but you keep your answers short, hoping he’ll take the hint. The last thing you need is to form any sort of relationship with the Winchesters. The word around hunters is that being around them guarantees a death sentence, and you’d like to stick around for at least a few years longer. Plus, the less you worry about others, the more you can worry about yourself.

You place cash on the table for the bill, covering all three meals plus tip. You stand and the brothers follow. “Dean, drop us at the Sunrise? Sam can grab you two a room, change and then we can head out on foot from there. A little exercise okay, big man?”

“Uh, yeah, I like exercise. That’ll be fine.” Sam responds.

You ride in the back seat, Dean drives and Sam is in the passenger seat. Metallica plays through the speakers and you hum along, looking out the back window. You can feel Dean periodically glancing at you in the rear view mirror and Sam watching you through the side view. You ignore them, focusing instead on making a plan.

Dean drops you both at the motel, giving you his phone number while Sam goes into the motel office to book a room, duffel bag over his shoulder. You send Dean a blank text so he has your number, and you give him your car keys along with a description and location. Sam comes back out with a key when Dean pulls away to go find your car.

“Got it,” Sam says, holding the key up and walking to room 9. “Leave in five?”

“Sure, Sam. See you in five.”

With some strong pushing on your part, you and Sam agreed to split up, him starting with the most recently deceased’s family and you with the first, and planning to meet somewhere in the middle. Your visit with the Miller family was abnormally short, the widow very skeptical of you and short with her answers. She certainly wasn’t forthcoming with any information, and you’re sure she knows more than she let on. Maybe she’ll respond better talking to a man. Sam does have kind eyes. You shake that thought away, walking up to the Furgeson house now, hoping that Mister Ferguson will be more willing to answer your questions.

[Y/N 1:38PM: At second house now. No luck with the first. Very distrustful of me.]

[Sam 1:39PM: I’m still with the Taylors. We can circle back to her together later. Be safe.]

You roll your eyes, a smile threatening to form. Damn him and his niceness. You hate to admit it, but you are starting to enjoy working with him. You can feel your heart opening up to the idea of being friendly with the brothers. You are walking up the steps of the sidewalk when a police cruiser pulls up to the curb behind you. Shit. Nowhere to run and I doubt I can lie my way out of this. You send off a quick text to Sam, hoping he’ll read between the lines and understand.

[Y/N 1:39PM: I love you too, sweetie. I was never a big fan of brass, but the silver bracelets look nice.]

“Excuse me, we got a call about an FBI officer in the area,” the cop calls out to you. You turn your phone off and turn around to face him. He’s short, stout, bald, and scowling at you like you are the root of all problems.

“Yes, can I help you?” you answer, still keeping some hope that you can get out of this.

“I spoke with the FBI office this morning, they said they weren’t going to send anyone.” he answers, looking you up and down.

“Well I’m just following orders from higher up.” You reach to pull out your badge, but stop short when you see his hand move to his pistol. “Easy,” you say, “just grabbing my badge.”

“Not interested,” he says, pulling out his pistol and aiming at you, “turn around, get on your knees, put your hands on your head.”

“Okay, okay,” you comply, doing as he asked. He moves forward, grabbing your hands and roughly cuffing you behind your back. He picks you up and leads you toward his car, reading you your rights.

Sam is sitting on the living room couch inside the Taylor household, Missus Taylor sitting in a chair across from him. He stares at the message you sent, trying to make sense of the message you sent. Brass… silver bracelets… damn it. “Thank you for your time, Missus Taylor. We’ll reach out if we have any further questions,” he rushes to hand her a business card and practically jogs out the door, dialing Dean.

“Yeah?” Dean answers on the second ring.

“I think something’s wrong. I think Y/N got arrested,” Sam says.

“Well shit.” Sam can hear the clang of tools being dropped through the phone.

Sam knew they shouldn’t have split up. From what he has heard, Y/N is one of the best hunters out there. But Sam is kicking himself, he knew that people around here could be extra suspicious of outsiders and he still let her go off on her own.

“What do you need from me, Sam?” Dean asks.

“I’m not sure. Give me a second.” Sam takes a deep breath. He’s sure he could figure out a way to get Y/N out of jail, but it could take a couple days before the courts decide on her bail amount, and that’s if they do. It’s also been a couple days since the last death, so another person could be targeted any second. “Okay,” he finally says, “I have an idea. But I need you to take over the case for a bit.” Sam fills Dean in on what he knows and who still needs questioned. Dean agrees to pick up where they left off, saying he’ll get right on it. The brothers end their call, and Sam starts his journey toward the police station, making another phone call.

Part Two

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