#but it’s so so refreshing when dean is just sure of himself

[ellieslittleburrow]

Siblings

Summary : You live near campus, away from Dean and Sam. You haven't seen them in a while. How do you react when you find them right at your door?

Pairings : Dean and Sam winchester x sister

Warnings : nooone, just fluff.

A/N : Hi, babies ❣❣ I hope this is as refreshing to you as it was for me.

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Oil sizzled as you set the stove on the lowest heat. You tossed the chopped up onions into the pan, filling the room with the familiar aroma.

The house phone rang. And you moved the pan aside before heading for the phone. You pressed a button, setting the phone near your ear when a familiar hum sounded.

Oh my god!

"Dean!" You excitedly shouted, earning yourself an "ouch" over the other line. You pressed a another button, opening the complex door for him and since you were only in the third floor, it only took him a quick minute to appear, followed by Sam.

"Hii" You opened your arms, running to embrace both of them. "What a surprise."

"Hey, kiddo." Dean tightly wrapped his arms around you, letting you go when Sam spoke.

"Hey, honey." Sam pulled you into a hug.

"I missed you both so much." Your voice vibrated into Sam's chest. "What are you doing here?"

"Eating, apparently." As Dean's voice went distant, you pulled away from Sam, spinning around to find Dean marching towards the kitchen.

You let out a little chuckle, following behind.

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After setting the plates and beers on the table, you plumped down on the couch, waiting for your brothers to join. And as all three of you started eating, an hour and a half of talks about life, uni, cases and john flowed seamlessly.

"So..." Dean coughed. "Anybody in your life....kid?"

You rolled your eyes at Dean's sudden change of voice. You knew this one, a low tone, manipulative and curious. You're not falling for it.

"Nobody, Dean." You smiled at him, not caring that he already knew you were lying.

"Are you sure about that? Because i'm pretty sure you don't wear size 12 flip floppers." He eyed the entry door and you snorted a laugh. Fucking hell..This guy's eyes..

"Leave her alone, Dean." Sam rolled his eyes before turning to you. "As long as you're happy, honey."

You smiled at his response....your eyes darting around the room when silence set in...

"Alright....Time to head out, Dean." Sam slapped his thighs, readying himself to get up when you pushed him back down.

"No!"

"We have to go, honey. We still have 5 hours to go before we get there." Sam argues and you shook your head.

"Please don't....it's only been an hour." You pleaded, looking over at Dean, who, to your surprise, was staring at you with pleading eyes.

He did not want to go either.

"Come on, Sammy. It's-" you spun around to get a look at the clock. "It's 6pm, don't you wanna get some sleep and head back for the road tomorrow morning?."

Sam grimaced. "I don't know if that's such a good idea, honey. I really do want to stay, but we could always stay over on our way ba-."

You turned to Dean, leaving Sam hanging. But Dean was already laid back, quiet, waiting for you to do all the dirty work. That's when Sam spoke again.

"Okay, how about this" He started, and your eyes grew wide, anticipating what's about to happen.

Sam straightened his back as he held his arms out, positioning one hand on top of the other, his right fist resting on top of his left palm. And as Dean understood the assignment, he got up, mirroring sam.

And in silence you watched, as for the very first time, Sam laid a rock, losing the fight as early as the first round.

You burst into laughter as Sam's eyebrows arose. Nobody expected that. And as you lifted your arms up, jumping in pure ecstasy, Dean grinned triumphantly.

"I won."

You nodded. "And you spend the night here."

Sam smacked his hands together. "Alright, then. Let's prep for a night in."

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And we're done! If yall can spare a minute and tell me about my writiing pleaase? if i should change it up, if it's too repetitive and stuff. No pressure and thanks in advance ❣ 🖤🖤🥀🥀

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[kaleldobrev]

Happy Anniversary

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Dean celebrate your 18-year wedding anniversary

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Cursing (6x), Fluff

Authors Note: Happy 18th Anniversary to Supernatural which aired on September 13, 2005! In honor of that, here’s a cute little AU where reader and Dean celebrate their 18th wedding anniversary | Neither one of them are hunters | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

March 2000 – A frat house in Lawrence, Kansas

You stood leaning up against the living room wall, a red solo cup in your hand filled with a liquid that was some kind of alcohol mixture (you were told it was fruit punch and vodka – but you couldn’t be 100% sure cause it didn’t taste like either to you). You felt incredibly hot and sweaty despite the tank top and short shorts that you were wearing; the amount of people packed into each room was claustrophobic to you – and you weren’t someone where something like that normally bothered you.

Your roommate (the one that dragged you here saying that it would be fun) was nowhere in sight. This was your roommate’s idea of fun – not yours, this was far from your idea of fun. You didn’t mind being social if you had to be, but all you wanted to do was just be in bed right now watching some TV eating a giant bowl of cereal; your usual dinner of choice when you were too lazy to actually cook anything (you absolutely loved having breakfast for dinner – despite what your roommate thought).

As you stood against the wall thinking of things you much rather be doing, you almost didn’t notice a man coming to stand next to you, he too with a red solo cup. You turned to look at him briefly, flashing him an acknowledging smile so you didn’t have to talk to him – despite him being a rather attractive man. You turned again to face the crowd and took a sip out of your cup. The sound of a man’s voice caught your attention, but you had no idea what he said due to how obnoxiously loud it was. “Did you say something?” You practically yelled to the man next to you – who for some reason was wearing a heavy ass leather jacket that looked obviously too big on him. “And why are you wearing a heavy ass leather jacket in here? I’m wearing a tank top and shorts and I’m still fucking hot.”

A smirk formed on his lips. You really are fucking hot, Dean thought to himself. “I said,” he leaned in close to your ear so he wouldn’t be trying to yell over the music and the crowd, “What’s up.” He then leaned back and took a sip out of his own cup which seemed to be a much darker liquid compared to what you were drinking. Whiskey maybe? You didn’t really know any college students who drank whiskey. You guessed this guy did though.

“Oh!” You said, quietly laughing to yourself. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.”

“It’s alright. It’s hard to hear anything given how quiet it is in here.” He joked.

“Oh definitely.” You joked back. “To answer your question though, not much. I uh, I didn’t want to come.” You answered. “Sorry, is this your frat?”

The man scoffed. “Fuck no.” His response through you off, almost as if he was offended that you even entertained the idea of him even being a part of a frat. “I just know a couple of guys here. Frats aren’t really my thing.” He took another sip from his cup, finally smelling the whiskey on his breath. “You in a sorority?”

“Yeah, no.” You replied, sounding almost as offended as he did. “Nothing against sorority girls, but it’s not really my thing.”

“So, why are you here?” He asked, seeming genuinely curious.

“My roommate dragged me here. She’s the one in the sorority and her boyfriend is one of the frat bros from this house.” You finished the rest of your drink. “This isn’t really my idea of fun. I’m not a…party girl.” You almost mumbled the last two words.

“What is your idea of fun?” Again, he sounded genuinely curious. Maybe he wasn’t looking to just hook up – it was weirdly refreshing.

“Honestly?” You asked, and he nodded. “Anything but this.”

“So if I were to recommend pool or foosball, would that be something you’d find fun?” His suggestions intrigued you.

“Is that what you find fun?” You asked raising a brow, giving him a small smirk.

He grinned back, he too finishing up his drink. “Sweetheart, I can make anything fun.”

“Oh really?” Your voice intrigued. He simply just winked. “Listen, I don’t normally do this kind of thing –”

“Flirt?” He asked bluntly.

“Yeah…That obvious?”

He shook his head. “A little but, to be fair, the reason I came over to talk to you is because I thought you were hot.” You must of given him a look because he chuckled. “What?”

“Nothing just…never been told I’m hot before.” You admitted, it was his turn to give you a rather confused look.

“I don’t believe that.” He replied. He pointed to your cup. “Done?” He asked now reaching for it.

“Yeah.” You replied, handing him your empty cup.

“Are you busy Tuesday night?” His voice sounding a little nervous, yet confident.

“No, why?”

“Want to go on a date? I know a bar just outside of town that has foosball and the best bacon cheeseburgers you’ll ever have.” You did like the sound of that. “Unless foosball and bacon cheeseburgers aren’t your idea of fun.”

You gave him a smile, not wanting to admit to him that those two things were actually your idea of fun. “Well, you did say you can make anything fun.” You said, your tone teasing.

“So is that a yes Sweetheart?” You didn’t like the nickname, but gave it a pass considering how hot he was.

“That’s a yes.” You smiled, holding out your hand. “I’m Y/N.”

He took your hand in his and shook it firmly. “Dean.” He said, flashing you one of the best smiles you’ve ever seen.

September 13, 2023 – Y/N & Dean’s House in Kansas City, Kansas

You woke up to the sound of your alarm – 7:15am on the dot, and let out a tiny groan. You had no intentions of getting up for at least another hour; hating that you actually set an alarm – especially since you purposely took this week off. You felt Dean’s bare arm wrap around your waist and bring you closer to his chest, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. The stubble actually feeling weirdly nice on your bare shoulder. “Good morning.” You said, your voice lazy.

A single kiss was placed on your shoulder, the feeling making you slightly shudder, giving you goosebumps. “Morning Sweetheart.” He replied sounding just as lazy. “I thought you weren’t setting alarms.”

“I forgot to unset it.” You answered. You didn’t have to look to know he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah.” He replied, sounding like he didn’t believe you. “So, what’s the plan for today?”

“Have rough sex in bed.” You replied, your tone joking but at the same time, this was something you knew you or him wouldn’t actually mind doing today.

“Oh?” He asked. “You know, I do like the sound of that.” He kissed your shoulder again before you turned to face him.

“Why do I hear a but coming?” You asked.

“But…I do have another idea.” He said.

“And what’s that?”

“You remember The Bunker right?” He asked. How could you ever forget? It was the bar that Dean took you on your first date over 23 years ago. You nodded. “Well, I talked to the owner the other day and mentioned that we went there for our first date over 23 years ago and well…I took a shot in the dark and asked if he would be able to close the bar for the night…just for the two of us.”

You raised a brow. You were both impressed and confused. “How much did this cost you?” You asked. You hated that that was the first thing on your mind.

“Nothin’.” He answered almost too quickly. It sounded almost too good to be true.

“Nothing?” You asked in disbelief.

“Nothing.” He smiled.

“Alright. I trust you.” You said.

In reality it did cost Dean something, but it wasn’t money. In exchange for renting out the bar for the night for just the two of them, he agreed to fix the owner’s car.

September 13, 2023 – The Bunker Bar in Lebanon, Kansas

The bar looked exactly as you had remembered it – and smelled just as it did all those years ago. Although you and Dean used to come here almost every single weekend during your junior and senior year of college (you would make a weekend trip out of it), the two of you eventually stopped coming as frequently once you and him moved to Kansas City. The last time you and him had come here was probably 15 years ago. “So, we have the whole place to ourselves uh?” You asked, looking up at your husband – wearing something similar to how he dressed on your first date. It amazed you that he had actually remembered what he had wore. “I don’t normally fuss when it comes to outfits but…I really, really wanted to impress you.” Was something he told you during your wedding vows years later. Although he wanted to impress you, he still wore something similar to how he normally dressed, but the burgundy-colored shirt over the top of a black t-shirt and dark wash jeans was a look that was probably one of your favorites on him. His hair was even slightly gelled the same way.

“We sure do.” He smiled, admiring you. If he was being honest with himself, he never thought he’d be here right now with you. He didn’t think the date was going to go anywhere, despite it wanting to. He really thought someone like you would never of given him the time of day. “I really thought you were fucking with me when you asked me out and told me I was hot.” Was something you said to him during your first date. “I would never fuck with someone like this.” He reassured you.

“Think the bacon cheeseburgers are just as good as we remember?” You asked.

“I think so.” He said almost too quickly, but then rethought his answer. “Then again, I think I’ve only ever had them when I had a few drinks in me already.”

The two of you did your best to try and re-create your first date you had together all those years ago. Playing pool, foosball, indulging on bacon cheeseburgers, chili fries, mozzarella sticks, and beer. Despite loving all of this food, the two of you didn’t eat this food all at once – you knew both of your stomachs were going to hurt the rest of the night or maybe the next day, but neither of you seemed to care.

As the two of you were sitting at one of the tables, empty plates and baskets of food surrounding you, you opened up your purse and took out a box, handing it to Dean. He looked at you and started wiping his hands on a napkin in front of him. “What’s this?” He asked.

“Your anniversary gift.” You replied with a smile. “I know it won’t be as extravagant as this but, I still hope you like it.”

“It’s from you. Of course I’ll love it.” He winked, taking the box from you. He shook the box, trying his best to try and figure out the contents of the box. It sounded almost empty – which confused him.

“Just open it.” You said. “Trust me.”

“So bossy.” He winked, and you rolled your eyes. Unwrapping the box, it was plain and white, almost the size of a necklace box. Lifting the lid his eyes went wide. “No fucking…Y/N.” He looked up at you, and he was grinning from ear to ear.

“Season tickets.” You smiled. “I know you’ve been wanting them for a while.” You said.

You had gotten him season tickets for the Dallas Cowboys – his favorite NFL team, despite living in Kansas his entire life, then again, you too had lived in Kansas all your life and you were a Patriots fan.

Dean leaned across the table and kissed you, the two of you smiling into it. “I love you.” He said.

“I love you too.” You replied back. “Happy Anniversary.”

“Happy Anniversary.” He smiled back, the two of you kissing again.

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[hopefulatrocity]

Snow And Embers

Notes: Uh so I've fallen into my Hunger Games hyperfixation again. This is just something that came to my mind while watching the movie. I needed a refresher from my TWD fic(I have not abandoned that I swear). This leans more heavily to the movie than the books, except for Lucy's eye color, I stuck to the book with that. So spoilers. NOT PROOFREAD. Also, I'm highly of the notion that Coryo did love Lucy but not all love is healthy. His bordered on obsession. And with a tendency for paranoia, it didn't end well.

Pairing: Lucy Gray Baird x Coriolanus Snow (SnowBaird)

Part 2

CW/TW: Spoilers for BOSAS, darkish thoughts, ideas of claiming/possession, Smut!(18+ breeding kink, creampie, fingering, slight somnophilia, very slight inexperienced Coryo).

The first time Coriolanus and Lucy Gray  became one, it was slow and euphoric. There had been hesitation for him. As ashamed as he was to admit it, he had never been with anyone, romantically or sexually. He'd spent his life worrying about status, money, and academics. With the fragile state of his academic career due to Dean Highbottom's hatred for him, and the ever looming threat of eviction and starvation, even after the Dark Days, he hadn't had the time nor emotional ability to even attempt either. The beautiful rainbow that was Lucy Gray Baird, was the catalyst that changed everything. 

He'd been enchanted by her singing during the Reaping, and initially he thought his interest was simply hope that maybe she could be the key to his family's troubles. That she could be the one to turn his fortune around. Those thoughts turned the moment he watched Lucy Gray pluck a petal from his proffered white rose, and place it on her delicate pink tongue, the two colors contrasting and trapping his gaze. When her lips sealed around the soft sepal, his blue eyes traced the plump flesh, wondering what the skin there tasted like. Would they taste like roses? Or would it be something wholly Lucy Gray? 

He'd had to snap himself out of his trance, scolding himself for falling victim to his brain's carnal desires. He was there to be a mentor. He was there to fix his family's status and finally land on top, just like snow was supposed to. For a while this train of thought had worked. Every time his mind wandered to tanned skin and silky hair colored like the rich dark chocolate from his starvation-induced childhood dreams, he would think back to his interaction with Dean Highbottom, the threats, and the reasoning for why he was interacting with the tribute in the first place. 

It didn't help matters when Lucy Gray had threaded her fingers into his own when they went to view the arena with the other tributes and mentors. Her palm was sweaty, so was his, but the way their fingers fit together perfectly had his heart beating faster than ever before. He'd looked into her eyes and the fear there had him tightening his grip, a measure of reassurance. His inner Capitolite had reared it's head then, warning him about getting too close to her, a district girl. A tribute at that. One likely to die within the next few days. He'd dropped her hand, almost like the soft creases of her palm were instead the fangs of the snakes she so easily mastered. 

Within minutes everything had gone to ruin, the bomb had gone off, flaming rebar fell on top of him, and suddenly he knew he was going to die. He'd called for her, the dust and rubble making his throat and eyes burn. In the haze, he had seen her look towards the exit, she had a chance to escape. Surely this meant she would leave him to be engulfed by the flames on his back. But she hadn't. She had pushed away another tribute who told her to run and had gone to help him. A district girl saving the life of a Capitol boy. It was the kind of propaganda that would have made his grandma'am's heart stop. 

Lucy Gray had saved his life. He had to save hers. So he snuck his mother's poison filled compact to her in dead of night. Through the bars he had poured his heart out, not in words of love or passion but of strategy and advice for winning the games. It was all he could do. When she had leaned forward, her lips seeking his through the bars, he had pulled back in shock. As much as he wanted to kiss her, he couldn't. If he did and she died the next day, he wasn't sure he would survive it. Internally, he promised himself that if Lucy Gray won, he would do everything he could to finally find out what she tasted like. 

And she had won, his tampering with the snakes and the compact being her lifelines. Despite the fallout from his treason, Coriolanus kept his promise to himself. He'd bribed his way to District 12, unsure if he would even be able to find his rainbow songbird. For all he knew, Gaul could have killed her. 

But then he saw her in that bar. Singing so beautifully. When her eyes met his, his heart lept and so did his cock. 

The first time they kissed, it was like the world turned on its axis and nothing else mattered but Lucy Gray. She did taste like roses, fresh and floral. And the softness of her lips balanced the slight roughness of his own. He had to leave her, return to base, but he knew that kiss was just the start of something more. Something powerful. 

Over the next few weeks, anytime he was able to sneak away from his peacekeeper duties, he was with her. Soft touches, handholding, and hugs turned to bruising grips, roving hands, and passionate kisses. Despite his inexperience, Coriolanus felt like a connoisseur of intimacy when he was with Lucy Gray. She had a bit more experience than him, the idea of another man touching his songbird made his stomach turn but he knew it wasn't something that could be changed. She guided him whenever his feelings of inadequacy crept up. She would push his hesitant hands under her skirt, letting his recently calloused fingers graze over the smooth skin of her thighs. Or press her tongue past his lips and tangle it with his own. Each step a domino collapsing and pushing him to move further with her. 

They didn't have sex until the second time they visited the cabin by the lake, that time without the Covey. By some miracle, his unit had been given a weekend of rest and he took advantage of it. As soon as they had stepped into the cabin, their lips had collided and clothes fell to the floor in a trail, leading directly to the one bed in the corner. 

Night had fallen, and the only light was a small oil lantern on the bedside table that he had briefly gotten up to light. The flickering flames danced along the contours of Lucy Gray's naked body and he stared at her sleeping form for hours. He was laying on his side, the thin blanket covering his waist, with one hand propping up his head. The short spikes of his hair tickled his palm and he thought about how Lucy Gray had tried so hard to grasp it. He wished it was longer, he could easily imagine how good it would feel to have her tugging at his long curls. 

Coriolanus’ blue eyes traveled over Lucy Gray's face. Her dark locks where sprawled over the one threadbare pillow, coiled like snakes from the arena. Occasionally her eyelashes would flutter against her cheek and she would sigh. His heart would stop for a moment, both with happiness and fear. Happiness that he would be able to see her warm gray eyes gazing up at him lovingly, but also fear to be losing that moment of retrospection. His eyes moved from her face, down her neck, and to the top of her breasts. The perfect handfuls were covered by the blanket they both shared, as was the rest of her body. She had one hand laying across her stomach, while the other was tucked under her head. 

With a mind of their own, his fingers moved out to lightly stroke the soft skin of her hand. The same ones that had stroked his cock expertly, and had teased their way across his thighs. Needing to see the rest of her, Coriolanus slowly pulled down the blanket until it was laying over her knees. Heat began to pool in his stomach as he saw goosebumps bead on her skin. Her dark nipples peaked in the chilled air and he had to stop himself from running his fingers over the pointed tips. Blue eyes caressed her stomach and moved  over the slight curve of her abdomen that led to the thick patch of curls between her legs. She had one leg bent and the other splayed out, giving him a glimpse of the heat that lay hidden by the soft hair that guarded it. Her dusky folds still glistened, even though it had been hours since he'd been inside her. But his full focus was drawn to the pearl of white that sat at her entrance. A small amount of his cum was still there and it made the animalistic part of him purr. He had cleaned between her legs with his shirt shortly after their coupling, but she was still dripping with him.  A dark part of his mind wondered if it had taken. If he had claimed her fully. 

At the time, they hadn't spoken of contraception. Not that there was much of that available anyways. The Capitol had just barely begun manufacturing any type of birth control again after the war. It was expensive and no one in the districts could afford condoms or anything like that. Even their base commander had told them to be careful during leaves. The last thing they needed was news of Peacekeepers knocking up the district women. It would only bring more rebels to their doors. 

He knew the Covey was adept with herbal remedies but he hoped that they didn't have one for this type of thing. It was shocking to him, as he hadn't spent much time thinking about the possibility of having children. His priorities had revolved mostly around the intertwining of his family's status and his education. But now here he lay, his girl by his side, wondering what it would be like to make her his own. To have his seed plant itself deep inside her. She'd be marked by him, her pregnant belly a sign that she belonged only to him. That coal rat Billy Taupe would finally understand that Lucy Gray Baird was his. No one else would dare look at her. And if they did he had no problems with killing them. 

Coriolanus painted along her skin with the tips of his fingers, gently rasping them over her puckered nipples. He stared at her breasts and wondered how big they would they get. He imagined them swollen with milk, the tips dripping and the flesh overflowing his hands. 

Lucy Gray's stomach was smooth and her hips weren't very wide, but he knew they would adjust to hold his child. The supple skin would become taut and her hips would expand to accommodate their child. Would she get stretch marks? He hoped she did. That way she'd be marked even after giving birth. A beautiful scar to remind her and anyone else who had fully claimed her body. 

Drawn again to the small bead of cum at her entrance, Coriolanus ran his fingers through her lower curls and pressed his seed back inside her warm channel with his pointer finger. A low moan escaped Lucy Gray's lips and she clenched around the thin digit. As if her body was trying to pull his seed back inside her. His chest tightened and he looked up to see if she had woken up. But her eyes were still closed. Good. He wanted a few more minutes to indulge in this fantasy. No.. not fantasy. Plan. The animal inside him refused to forget about this. It had made up its mind. Lucy Gray was his. And her body was destined to carry his child. 

Gently he removed his finger from inside her, the tip brushing against her clit and causing another moan to leave her parted pink lips. If her singing voice was perfection, her moans were solace for him.

Coriolanus lifted his small corner of the blanket and moved his body over hers, his stiff cock brushing her thighs and settling over her public hair. The slight pricking of the coarse hairs across the tip of him was shocking. He had to stop himself from thrusting against her, seeking more friction. His body was still inexperienced, still desperate for any touch. 

His nose brushed hers and his fists caged either side of her face. 

“Lucy Gray….”

The rasp of  his voice saying her name vibrated across her lips. She woke slowly, the look of sleep and pleasure keeping her lids drooping. As soon as she realized what had woken her up, a small smile crossed her face. 

“Coryo.”, she brushed her lips against his. His name sounded like a possession. He didn't want anyone else to say his name. Just like her body belonged to him, his name was hers alone. The twitching of his cock against her slit had her pressing her hips up to tease him. He pushed forward a bit, notching himself at her entrance, her still dripping cunt practically begging him to thrust into her. Lifting one of his hands, he cupped her cheek, and stroked his tumb over the apple tenderly. Her gray eyes latched onto his own, both searching for something unknown in his gaze. 

“Mine,” he whispered it, almost lovingly, but with a note of passion and mastery. A declaration of his possession, daring her to contradict him. 

Lucy Gray nodded her head minutely, and  placed a ghost of a kiss on his chin. Those lips that had bewitched him from the moment he saw them wrapping around that rose petal were soft as silk. Since then he had found that she truly did taste of roses and something smokey, like embers. 

Drunk on his floral scent and the need to be filled, she whispered, “Yours, Coryo.”

Darkness clouded Coriolanus’ light blue eyes and she gasped as he thrust to the hilt inside her. The tip of his cock brushed the entrance to her womb and her channel began to pulse around him. Begging him to fill her. Lucy Gray's body instinctively knew what it needed from him. 

She wasn't fully his. Not yet. But she would be by the end of the night. 

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[pink-sparkly-witch]

Just Like This

Summary: Working a second job in a bar to help pay for Sammy’s education, Dean finds a kindred spirit in bar manager Y/N. When a drunk Douchebag gets too handsy with her, Dean quickly jumps to her defence but faces harsh consequences.

Pairing: Bartender!Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Rating: Teen

Bingo Square: Getting Fired for @j3bingo

Warnings: tw: sexual assault (groping), fluff, angst, fighting, minor violence, Chuck is a complete and utter asshole in this, getting fired, quitting in solidarity, first kiss, friends to lovers

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Okay, it feels like an age since I’ve written anything that’s just pure floof. I hope you enjoy this fluffy, protective, besotted Dean fic. Please be kind. I’ve had my angst hat on for a long time, and though this was really refreshing, it’s also a little daunting!

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It wasn’t the best job in the world, but as part-time work went, Dean knew it could be a hell of a lot worse than this. He worked with his dad in the garage during the day and worked four nights a week and two shifts at the weekend in Shurley’s Sports Bar. His wages and tips went to his dad to help pay for Sammy’s education. Sure, the kid had a full ride to Stanford; however, he still needed to pay for accommodation after freshman year and the thousands of books he needed for his coursework. And at least this way, his dad didn’t put himself in an early grave by working all the hours God gave him. Lord knows he’d done enough of that when they were kids.

Shurley’s was a decent bar. It had a prime location between the University of Kansas campus and downtown, so it always has a steady stream of customers. It quietened during the summer when the students went home or on their travels, but the locals still made trade steady enough. The owner, Chuck, was a bit of a dick, but he barely showed his face around the place, and the other staff were decent, making it a great place to work.

“Hey, Dean,” Y/N said as she came out of the back office. Y/N was the bar manager and a great girl. They had a lot in common; both lost their mothers when they were young and looked after their younger siblings while their fathers worked three jobs to try and make ends meet. Y/N’d had to drop out of college when her father took unexpectedly sick, having to take care of him and her little sister. Now that her father had passed and her sister had a full ride to another prestigious college, Harvard, Y/N lived in the tiny apartment above the bakery where she worked four days a week and in the bar four nights a week and every Saturday night. The rest of the time, she studied part-time to finish her college education and sent every spare cent she had to her sister in Boston.

“Hey, Y/N,” he smiled at her. She was pretty, too, and Dean wasn’t afraid to admit that he had a massive crush on her. Not that anything would ever happen because she was her, and he was… well, he wasn’t good enough for a girl like that. “How are ya, sweetheart?”

“I’m good, Dean. How are you? Oh! Did you manage to get Sam’s apartment sorted?” Y/N asked, and he smiled that she’d remember such a thing.

“Yeah, it’s all good now. We managed to get the rest of the deposit together,” Dean said. “Thanks for the extra shifts, by the way.”

“Don’t mention it,” Y/N smiled. “I still can’t believe landlords can actually do that,” Y/N shook her head as she headed behind the bar and started filling the refrigerators with bottles of beer and wine to prepare for the busy Friday night shift.

“Yeah, us either. But it’s done, and he has somewhere to live,” Dean said as he put the last menus and condiment buckets on the tables. “What needs to be done next, boss?” he asked, smirking when Y/N chuckled. She hated being called that, but he seemed to be the only one she didn’t scold for it.

“I could use a hand changing over the barrels if you’ve got time?” she said, breaking up the cardboard that the bottles had been housed in.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” Dean headed into the storeroom and started shifting the beer barrels behind the bar as Y/N continued putting bottles in the fridges and replacing the almost empty spirit bottles with full ones to accommodate the busiest night of the year: Friday night football and Freshers Week.

The bar was packed with customers, the warm, sunny weather drawing even more of them in than usual, and of course, Chuck had decided tonight was a good night to show face and ‘help’, putting the staff on edge. Dean had gone with the head down and get on with it attitude, glad it was three deep at the bar so he had an excuse not to have to entertain Chuck for very long.

Y/N had been running around after Chuck all night, finding this paperwork and that invoice and the employee payroll for the past six weeks. Eventually, when he couldn’t possibly ask for anything more, she’d escaped the office, having brazenly told her boss that she was needed front of house to help serve customers.

“I swear,” she’d said as she tied her little black server’s apron around her waist, “It’s like he fucking knew tonight would be the busiest night but still came to check months old paperwork! God, that man is insufferable!”

It wasn’t often that Y/N showed her annoyance, and Dean couldn’t help but think it was cute. Though, admittedly, that could be his crush talking, her furrowed brow and tiny pout were adorable.

“What can I do to help?” he asked as she took her place behind the bar.

“I should be asking you that question!” she giggled. “What do you need me to do?”

“We could do with someone collecting and cleaning the empty glasses, if you wouldn’t mind?” he responded, smiling as she picked up a basket, cleaning spray, and a cloth before he’d finished his sentence.

“You got it,” she winked and headed onto the floor to clear and wipe the tables down. And that, Dean thought, is what makes a good boss. Someone who works with the team to achieve the same goal. Someone who isn’t afraid of stepping in to help by doing the most mundane tasks that are below their pay grade.

Y/N was a breath of fresh air for him in so many ways. She was bubbly and caring, and no matter what was thrown her way, she responded with an air of calmness and dignity that he admired.

“Hey, man. What can I get ya?” Dean asked the next patron, finally taking his eyes off the girl slowly taking over his every thought.

“Be careful,” Dean said as Y/N headed back onto the floor to clear more glasses and tables. “It’s getting rowdy out there. You know what those college boys can be like.”

“Thanks, Dean,” she smiled. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

He knew she would be. He’d seen her handling every kind of drunk customer. Still, he’d watch her closely because he was more worried than usual. The crowd tonight seemed even more enthused thanks to the local sports team playing. It still surprised him how often the female staff got touched inappropriately and had the most vulgar things said to them by too drunk and far too confident men. More than once Dean had had to step in and stop something from going too far, and he’d do it as many times as he needed to for Y/N or any of the other female staff.

Y/N managed to get around most of the bar unscathed, but there was a particularly boisterous table of men who only frequented the bar when the Chiefs played. Dean had been watching them all night because they seemed to have forgotten their age and tried to out-drink their much younger counterparts. They’d already run their mouths off to the bar staff, and now one of them in particular had their beady eye on Y/N as she moved from table to table, collecting empty glasses and bottles.

Swapping her tray out for an empty one, Y/N made her way over to their table, and the second she got close enough, the balding guy with the beady eye was quick to rear his hand back and smack her ass. Dean’s hackles rose, and he was on high alert as he watched her give the douchebag a piece of her mind. But he didn’t stop. Douchebag wrapped his arms around her waist and tried pulling her onto his lap. All the while, his douchebag little friends laughed and cheered him on like he’d won a fucking prize.

Dean saw red as he ran around the bar and strode purposely over to the group of middle-aged men amid a mid-life crisis and pulled Y/N from his hold, dragging her behind him to protect her.

“The lady told you to leave her alone. I suggest you do that,” Dean fumed, only getting angrier at Douchebag’s smirk.

“Oh, ladies and gentlemen, we have a jealous boyfriend trying to protect his girl! You know, if she were my girlfriend, I wouldn’t let her out the house wearing something so…” he paused as he leered up and down Y/N’s body, “revealing.”

“Listen, asshole, you don’t want to piss me off right now. Why don’t you and your buddies call it a night and go home? You’ve clearly had too much to drink, and we don’t take kindly to people assaulting our staff here,” Dean’s jaw was clenched, but he’d somehow managed to keep his voice steady.

“Sorry, man,” Douchebag smirked as he stood. “Just can’t help myself when I see a pretty girl showing off half her body like a Goddamn little tease. She’s asking for it, really.”

That was the last straw, and as Douchebag made one final (and unfortunately successful) attempt to get his hands on Y/N, Dean pulled his fist back and punched him square on the nose. The resounding crack as Dean broke the guy’s nose was satisfying, as were the synchronised grimacing ‘oohs’ that the audience this little corner of the bar had attracted.

“You broke my nose, asshole!” Douchebag spluttered. “I’m reporting you for assault!”

“You do that,” Y/N said, “and I’ll have you arrested, too. This whole bar and the CCTV saw you grope me twice and clearly saw me trying to get you off me! What he did,” she pointed at Dean, “was save me from being sexually assaulted!”

“Come on, man,” one of Douchebag’s friends said, patting him on the back. “Let’s get you to the hospital. It’s not worth it.”

“Damn straight it’s not!” Dean yelled. “Any way you spin this, he doesn’t win, so get the hell out and don’t come back!”

Tail between their legs, Douchebag and his friends left the bar. The second the door shut behind them, Dean was next to Y/N, checking her for injuries.

“I’m fine, Dean,” she insisted, but her eyes told a different story. The encounter had shaken her up, and Dean wanted to fix it, needed to fix it.

“No, sweetheart, you’re not. You’re–” Dean began but was interrupted by the shrill voice of Chuck.

“Winchester, my office, now! You too, Y/N.”

Seeing Y/N sitting beside him on the other side of the desk was strange. This was where she did all the paperwork, payroll, ordering, and invoicing, so to see Chuck on her chair was disconcerting. And not good.

“I don’t know what was going on out there–” Chuck began, and Dean scoffed in disbelief.

“You’re bar manager was sexually assaulted by a customer. That’s what happened!” Dean sat forward on his chair, raising his voice. He only calmed when Y/N placed her hand on his forearm.

Chuck pursed his lips at his outburst and continued speaking as if Dean hadn’t interrupted.

“I don’t know what happened, but whatever it was, sexual assault or not,” Chuck looked pointedly at Y/N before he continued. “It’s no excuse for my staff to behave violently.”

“You have got to be kidding me!” Dean fumed. “That… scumbag… touched her ass and her breasts and tried to force her into his lap! You see those bruises, right?” he asked as he pointed to the dark purple fingerprint marks on her arms.

“Inappropriate comments, slurs, even touching, is to be expected when you work in a bar–” Chuck was interrupted again, this time by Y/N.

“There are no touching policies in every strip club in the country for a reason, Chuck! You cannot expect it to be any different in a fratboy sports bar! No one should go to work expecting that being sexually assaulted is okay!”

“For God’s sake, Y/N! So what a guy touched your ass and tits! You should be flattered!”

“It was sexual assault, Chuck! That guy,” Y/N pointed behind her in the general direction of the bar, “touched me without permission, and I could have him charged! You too with how you’re behaving!”

“Oh, stop being so dramatic! I feel sorry for your boyfriend if this is how prudish you are!”

“Hey, that is–” Dean interjected, but Chuck kept talking.

“Dean, you’re fired. I cannot, and will not, allow a violent brute to work in my bar.”

“You can’t do that!” Y/N protested.

“Watch it, or you’ll be gone, too!” Chuck threatened, but Dean knew it was an empty one with her. He needed her too much. The bar would burn to the ground without her in charge.

“No need. I quit. Effective immediately. I cannot, and will not,” Y/N glared at Chuck as she repeated his words to him, “work in a place where I’m expected to be sexually harassed and assaulted and ignore it. I cannot, and will not, work for a man who fires a good person for helping someone in need.”

Standing, Y/N took off her apron and name tag and threw them on the desk. She unhooked the keys from her belt and pulled the cash box towards her, opening it and pulling out two brown envelopes, handing one to Dean and putting the other in her pocket. Once she’d locked the cash box, she tossed her keys down on the cheap metal desk with a satisfying clang.

“Really? You’re going to quit over him?” Chuck scoffed.

“Yes. Dean is worth a thousand shitty bar jobs like this one, and I’d choose him over any of them in a heartbeat,” Y/N said with her head held high. “I hope you know you’ve just lost your two best workers on the busiest night of the year. Come on, Dean. Let’s get out of this shithole.”

Dean didn’t protest. He stood up, smirked at Chuck because he just couldn’t help himself, and followed Y/N out of the bar and onto the street.

“Sweetheart, you didn’t need to do that. I’m a big boy, and I can look after myself,” Dean said after walking in silence for a few minutes.

“I know you can, and yes, I did. That was unfair and undeserved. Especially because it was my fault,” Y/N responded.

“Hey, don’t ever… it wasn’t your fault. Things like that are never the woman’s fault, you know that, right?” Dean couldn’t believe she’d ever think something like that would be her own doing.

“I know, but if I’d listened to you and let Marcus clear tables instead of me, none of this would’ve happened.”

“No. I won’t hear it. You didn’t ask to be groped by a balding douchebag going through a mid-life crisis, sweetheart. Don’t ever apologise for someone else’s wrongdoing,” he reassured her.

“So, what do we do now? We both kinda needed that job,” Y/N chuckled, but it held no humour.

“Well, I might know a guy who owns a wine bar downtown. A classy establishment, so the tips are better. And we’d be treated right,” Dean said, thinking of the bar Cas had tried to get him to work in for months.

“You have a buddy with a bar, and you chose to stay working in that shithole?” Y/N asked in disbelief. “Why? What would possess you to stay there? Willingly?”

“It wasn’t all bad,” Dean smirked. This wasn’t where he envisioned this conversation going–if it ever happened at all, that is–but the perfect opportunity had presented itself and he’d never forgive himself if he didn’t take it. “I got to see you almost every day.”

“Come on! You did not stay there for me!” Y/N scoffed, and Dean shrugged his shoulders, his lips tugging upwards in a shy smile.

“I did, actually. Can’t think of anyone better to spend so much time with.”

“Dean Winchester,” she grinned. “Are you flirting with me?” The teasing tone in her words was one he’d never heard before, and he liked it.

“Do you want me to be flirting with you?” he’d asked, needing to hear her say it before he did something stupid because he’d misread the signals.

“Yeah… I think I do,” Y/N giggled, stepping closer to him, bumping their arms together as they stepped in sync down the sidewalk.

“Yeah?” he asked, checking again because, quite frankly, she was her and he was him.

“Yeah.”

Dean stopped walking and gently grabbed her forearm to stop her from walking ahead. Feeling brave, Dean placed his hands on her cheeks and dipped his head, slowly lowering his lips to hers. Every inch closer he got, he switched his gaze between her lips and her eyes, making sure this was what she wanted.

When there was no hesitation and nowhere else to go, he closed his eyes and pressed his lips to hers. They were as soft as they always looked, softer even, and tasted as sweet as he’d imagined they would.

Y/N pressed herself closer to him with a low hum and slid her arms up his chest, resting one hand on his pec and the other curling around his neck. Dean licked her bottom lip, encouraging her to open her mouth and let him deepen their kiss.

He failed to hold back a groan when his tongue met hers, the feeling so much better than anything his mind could’ve conjured up. Dean couldn’t remember how long he’d wanted this, and now that it was happening, he knew he’d do whatever he could to keep her in his arms, just like this.

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Spotless: Schleppen

Chapter Sixteen

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Sam/Madison, Lee/Pam/Benny, Jesse/Cesar, Charlie/OFC, unnamed female character

Word Count: 2644

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, everyone is hungover, Dean steps in it, Sam is so done with their shit, unbeta'd

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Dean didn’t sleep. Or if he did, it was in the last gasps of darkness and so short, he couldn’t feel its relief. Alcohol affects the REM cycle, so whoever taught him to have a drink before bed to help with his insomnia (John) was wrong. It was just one of the many things he’d learned in therapy. Dean found he had many things yet to unlearn.

No one who had stayed over was in any better shape when he got downstairs.

Bela and Trouble had bunkered down on the couch in the den, Charlie had claimed one of the bedrooms with a woodland elf, the other spare went to Pam and Lee, but Dean was pretty sure he had heard Benny through the walls, so maybe him too. The other girl Charlie brought along was on the floor curled around Jesse fruitlessly, because Cesar, who was sitting with his back to the end of the couch, still asleep, held his partner’s head in his lap. He wondered if Sam was already up and running until Madison came down the stairs in search of caffeine with a shirtless and rumpled Sam on her heels.

“Morning,” Dean said smugly to them both.

Madison met his gaze and tried not to blush, which Dean found oddly refreshing, while Sam just flipped him off and dove in for a cup of coffee before it was even done brewing.

They moved in hushed whispers, but the Winchesters’ words were doomed to carry with their baritone. After Madison admonished them for not having more to eat in their fridge, Dean stepped up and ordered a combo of both greasy and sweet options to be delivered with an impressive tip to the driver for their discretion.

Bela helped herself to Dean’s shower and some of his clothes. And if anyone had found it odd that they hadn’t slept together, no one was ballsy enough to mention it. Or maybe they were all just too hungover to care. 

He still hadn’t seen Pam and company emerge and he wondered if he was going to have to risk walking in on some alternative hangover cures. 

Luckily for everyone, the pounding on the front door for the food was enough to rouse the stragglers and beckon them back to civilization.

“Happy 2018 everybody!” Pam croaked with a shiteating grin on her face as she took in everyone’s subdued state.

She was met with lackluster replies, grumbles and a very sarcastic cheer from Charlie. She tutted at them and sauntered her way towards the jelly donuts.

As rough as he felt, Dean lived for mornings (or early afternoons) like this. His kitchen was filled with people he loved, sharing food and just existing together, safe and warm. It’s what being in a band was all about. He started another pot of coffee when Bela slinked over and hugged him from behind, resting her face between his shoulder blades.

“I’ll just have a nap right here, thanks,” she mumbled against his shirt.

“Oh yeah?” Dean peered down at her. “You know, you can take my bed if you’re still tired, not gonna rush anybody out today.”

“‘S too far,” Bela complained. “And I already showered, no sense delaying the inevitable.”

Dean turned in her arms, letting her rest against his chest instead. He rubbed her back and looked up when he felt someone watching him. You sat folded in on yourself on one of the tall chairs, looking as if you were going to puke all over the counter.

“You okay over there?” Dean asked, more alarm slipping into his voice than the jest he intended. He cleared his throat, but didn’t let go of Bela as she turned to look at who he was talking to.

Gaping at him like a deer caught in the headlights, you nodded. 

Dean reminded himself to breathe, feeling everything you were saying by the look in your eyes. He fucked up. But in that moment there was nothing he could say that would fix it. Bela was supposed to be his girl, it would be too obvious to step away from her now.

As much as he suddenly wanted distance, he held on tighter, like she was a shield against his feelings for you. And against the look of betrayal in your eyes.

“When do you want to leave— Y/N?” Bela broke through Dean’s silent spiraling and started making plans to get home.

“Lemme drive you guys— could use some fresh air,” Dean cut in before they could order a ride.

“Are you sure? I’m a little out of the way,” you asked, worried over being a burden or being trapped in a car with him, Dean couldn’t be sure.

“Positive, just say when, and I’ll get Baby all set to go,” Dean insisted.

Bela kissed Dean on the cheek and thanked him for a wonderful time, promising to text him her schedule later. She reached over the backseat to grab your hand, smiling mischievously, “another one for the books. See you at brunch?”

“If I can eat by then,” you muttered, smirking as she slid out of the car.

“Bye!” Bela called as she disappeared through the door from the garage into the kitchen.

Dean cleared his throat and leered at you in the rearview mirror.

“You gonna come up here or am I gonna have to call you Miss Daisy?”

You rolled your eyes at him, but you didn’t open your door.

“I can wait all day. If you think you can out- stubborn me–,”

“FINE!” you snapped, throwing open the door and almost slamming it into Bela’s car’s rear end. “Asshole.”

Dean tried not to laugh outright, but you were kind of adorable when you were pissed. Once you were situated in the passenger seat, purse and coat lumped on your lap and seat belt secured, Dean continued to wait.

“What?! We can go now.”

“Easy! I’m just adjusting my mirrors, don’t want to back into anything,” Dean added with an air of responsibility.

“You so were not,” you grumbled, huffing before leering at the sideview as Dean crawled out of Bela’s driveway.

It was going to be a long drive.

Once they were out of the canyon, Dean decided he was going to have to put some of those lessons from Missouri to use. “So— you wanna talk about it?”

You glared at him like he asked if you wanted to eat your jacket.

“Come on, I know you’re pissed. Let me have it,” Dean egged you on, okay, maybe he could have said that better.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you muttered, eyes on your hands.

“Really? You gonna pretend you’re not having a bitchfit right now?”

“Dean Henry Winchester, do not make me call Charlie and tell her you called me a bitch.” And just like that you were all in. “I cannot believe you right now.”

“I didn’t mean—”

“No, look, you can’t just go around kissing people and then shoving your relationship in their faces. It’s called mixed signals, asshole!”

“Oh, so you can call me an asshole, but I can’t call you names?!”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “It’s not the same and you know it.”

Dean sighed, he was letting himself get defensive instead of focusing on what you were really saying. It suddenly felt like a horrible idea to have this conversation when neither of you could escape.

“I don’t know what relationship you’re talking about— the fake dating thing you roped me into?! Cuz that’s not real, that’s playing nice— for you!” Dean hadn’t realized how much he resented you for this whole set up, but now that the words were out of his mouth, things made a lot more sense.

“Bullshit,” you spat.

“You want me to ignore her, huh? Pretend she’s not there, in front of everybody this could hurt if it gets out that it’s all a lie?!”

You turned on him then, taking a deep breath as Dean made sure he wasn’t too distracted to drive. “Is it a lie?”

Dean looked back at the road and licked his lips. How much did you know? How much was it safe to tell you? How much of Bela’s life was private, even from you?

“What are you talking about?! Of course it’s a lie, an act, a ruse! You were the mastermind here, remember?!”

“You know what, Dean? I think the lady doth protest too much,” you said. “I think you know it was wrong to do what you did, but now you’re trying to pin this on me. When I only did it to cover your ass!”

“That is so not fair. I own my shit. What are you really pissed at here? Me in general? Me kissing you? Me hugging Bela? Me making your job harder? WHAT?!”

You groaned. “YES! Okay? YES!”

You stopped your tirade and looked at him and Dean felt you deflate as he glanced back onto the road ahead.

You started over, trying for calm, “you are inherently annoying, I think we both know that.”

Dean huffed. “Yeah, thanks.”

“No, listen. I knew this thing wasn’t going to be easy— for any of us. But it’s the best way to turn everything around. But— if you can’t do it anymore, if there’s something you need to tell me, I’ll understand. We’ll figure it out, okay? Just— just don’t lie to me, okay? I can’t fix things if I don’t have the whole story.”

Dean felt about two inches tall. He wiped his hand down his face and growled, pissed at himself and whatever you were fishing for. Because it was still all his fault. Somehow, he had gotten you home, he pulled into the driveway and killed the engine.

“I can do it, okay? This is on me. I’ll make it right. I’ll be on my best behavior, get us out on tour without a hitch. Make the label all the money and start to earn back everybody’s respect. I owe them all that much,” Dean promised to your suspicious face.

“Dean—”

“What?”

“Is there anything I should know? Seriously. I won’t be pissed. I just— feel like, like I’m out of the loop on this.”

“You were there all night. I think you got a good idea how things are going. Uh, what more can I say, you know? I’m sorry, though, for making you worry. Okay?” Dean ducked his head, making sure you were seeing him, eyes trying to make you see what he couldn’t say, but what he most definitely felt.

Maybe he hadn’t learned anything from Missouri at all. But he was still trying.

“If you’re sure— we’ll keep it going. We've still got over a month before we’re on the road, but it’s gonna go fast now. I just need you to be on your A game,” you said firmly, cementing it into the fabric of your shared reality.

Just keep carrying on.

Dean could do that. He had to.

“Sounds like a plan. And Trouble, do me a favor?” Dean leaned over, slipping into his charming self. “You gotta loosen up, okay? Get a hobby, get laid, just find somewhere to put all this shit you carry so it’s not weighing you down. Okay?”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, tossing the door open and crawling out. “Like it’s that easy. Happy New Year, Dean, drive safe.”

“Later.”

Dean waited until you made it into the house before starting the engine back up. He didn’t go home right away, instead he took a drive along the coast, letting his mind try and untangle the knot you’d just made by having that conversation. 

Six am came way too early the following morning and with it, Sam pounding on Dean’s door to get his ass downstairs and into the gym. Right, his New Year’s resolution and his fucking brother holding him to it. 

“Gotta piss, calm down Billy Blanks,” Dean groaned, rolling out of bed.

He did his business, changed into something he could move around in, and finally found some tennis shoes at the back of his closet.

By the time he made it into the part of their basement they had turned into a gym, Sam was already sweating with a jump rope warm up. 

“What?! I’m here aren’t I? It’s not that late,” Dean grumbled at Sam’s judgey face.

They worked out with little discussion, spotting each other when they moved onto weights. They hadn’t worked out the details of this new shared routine, but slowly Dean felt it falling into place. The strain of his muscles and the swelling of his lungs all reminded him to be present and mindful. To let his body take over building when his mind wanted to use it to punish.

After they had stretched and were winding down, Dean decided to tape up his hands and spend some time on their speed bag. But, of course, that drew Sam’s attention.

Anything that hinted at Cain or Alastair always did.

“What?”

Sam looked him over. “You good?”

Dean didn’t want to have a different version of the trainwreck conversation the day before. But Sam knew everything, more or less anyway. Dean didn’t look up from his task, mesmerized by how soft his knuckles had gotten recently.

“I kissed Trouble.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” Sam laughed, actually, genuinely laughed at him. “How’d that go?”

Dean considered the act itself. “Well—- she didn’t hit me.”

Sam sat down on the end of the bench, settling in for the dirt. “Were you expecting her to?

Dean looked over and saw Sam was no longer teasing. “Could you blame her? Some guy like me? A fuck up with a history of diddling her friends?”

“Dean.”

“I know, I know. Believe in myself. I am worthy of love. I know, okay. Just… she didn’t say anything. Just stood there after pulling away, staring at me in total shock.”

“Did she kiss you back?”

Dean thought about it, remembering the way your mouth let him in. “At first, yeah.”

Sam chewed that over. “Does Bela know how you feel about her?”

“Sam, I’m not even sure how I feel about her.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Yeah you are. You just have been too stupid and self deprecating to do anything about it. Does she?”

Dean shook his head.

“Are you guys fucking?”

“Not like, committedly.”

“Okay, well, you should probably stop that. And tell Trouble how deep you’re in it. Like, I hate being alone with you two, it’s so obvious.”

Dean flipped Sam off.

“What? No, I’m serious. You guys just need to get over your shit and tell each other how you feel. And warn me, because I do not want to come home for like a week after all those years of tension is finally worked out, god.”

Dean kind of gets lost in that image for a minute. “Nah, we’d go to her place. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Sam couldn’t even tease him after how pathetic he sounded. “But first you need to tell her.”

Dean sighed. “I can’t. I promised her I’d behave and stick to the plan. I can’t risk pissing off Dick and Crowley anymore, I don’t want to jeopardize the band.”

“I’m pretty sure I told you this was a bad idea and I just want to reiterate that point,” Sam snarked.

“Yeah, well, them’s the breaks,” Dean huffed as he hauled himself up and squared off with the hanging bag.

He found a rhythm and kept on his toes.

“Dean, seriously, just tell her how you feel. Life’s too short, you know?” Sam said to Dean’s back.

Dean sighed, upping his pace. Because, yeah, life was really too short.

But there was still nothing he could do about it now.

Author's Note: LISTEN! I did not even outline the first 2/3rds of this chapter. IT just HAPPENED, so yeah, they're still both idiots.

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Chapter Seventeen: Trill

#spotless series #dean/reader #dean/bela #fake dating #rockstar au #slow burn #dean angst #dean winchester fanfiction #should i be calling this a love triangle

[deancaspinefest]

In The Dog Days

Author: Hectatess | Artist: ReverieOfForgotten

Posting on Saturday March 23 

One day deputy sheriff Castiel Novak is out on his usual run, when a guy comes up to join him. They hit it off, and before the day really starts, he has a new running buddy called Sam. Fast forward a few months, and Sam comes running into the office, all upset because his brother is missing! To top off this eventful day, Castiel finds a dog without a collar.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

Bone tired, Castiel shrugged on his trusty trenchcoat and dragged himself home. Most days he loved walking home, especially after a refreshing shower had cleared the air like today, but now he was on edge, looking around for the smallest sign of something that might be Dean. That was why he noticed movement in the bushes a bit to the side of the road. He approached carefully, not sure what to expect. Whatever he had thought, a bedraggled, wet dog, wasn’t it. “Hello, you,” he cooed. The dog snapped his head up and Castiel gasped. The animal’s light eyes seemed to pierce his very soul. “Wow. You are a beauty, aren’t you?”

The dog laid its pointed ears flat and from the rustling behind it, Castiel deduced it wagged its tail twice. Careful to not spook the animal, Castiel traced the fluffy neck with his hands, looking for a collar, but not finding it. “You’re a stray. I’m too exhausted to take you to a vet. You don’t look rabid, or fleabitten, so I’ll take my chances. Amara might bust my chops tomorrow, but I can’t look into your adorable face and leave you out here. It’s supposed to rain more tonight. C’mon, you fluffball, I’ll give you some burger meat…”

At the word burger, the dog’s ears snapped up and its soulful expression cheered up. A doggy grin appeared and a pink tongue lolled out. Castiel bit his lip. He had no rope or anything to lead the dog home with. “How do I get you to follow me, buddy? I can’t even grip your collar.” The dog did a little head tilt, ears pricked. Then it trotted from the bushes and shook itself, ears flapping and spraying water everywhere. Castiel jumped back with a startled ‘Hey!’ The dog looked at him with that silly doggy grin, and Castiel chuckled. “Alright,” he said, wiping the droplets off his face. “I guess I’ll just hope you’re going to follow me.” He started walking and to his relief, the dog trotted along.

(continue reading on Ao3 on Saturday March 23)

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[woundlingus]

Gabriel moments that make me ragingly feral (2)

We get like the tiniest little hit of vulnerability from Gabriel after he’s just been done sitting in the car being yelled at by Dean about family and duty and love, and sure he’s Dean Winchester but you know Gabriel looks at them and sees his brothers, so you could imagine it a little more like Michael snapping at Gabriel that he’s hiding instead of fighting for the family and the people he loves.

Lucifer is coming, he is going to kill everyone you care about whether it’s now or if Gabriel chooses to sack up and do something about it.

There’s something special to me about the relationship between Dean and Gabriel because he addresses the elephant in the room almost immediately. They’re the same, in a great many ways, and that does give Dean the edge to play the moral superiority card here because at this point Dean isn’t talking out of his ass at Gabriel about “doing the right thing” he instead meets him where he is. Family. Your family is inside that building, and they’re going to die.

It is scary, and we’re left on a very despondent scene of Gabriel sitting alone in silence. I’d argue it’s a top contender for saddest Gabriel scenes ever, beat out only by him crying when Lucifer stabs him- but that’s a disgenuine scene in hindsight whereas this scene in the car is all genuine where for the first time we actually get to see Gabriel without an audience. Dean turns his back to leave, and Gabriel reaches out for him. Too coward to say anything the moment passes and he’s forced to sit in silence without the mask on and confront what’s actually happening for the first time.

Maybe he really can’t save Michael and Lucifer. But he can save “Michael” and “Lucifer” (and I don’t mean Sam 👀). He’s not as helpless as he’s let himself believe, actually, he can do a lot just not the one thing he wants most so he previously decided he won’t do anything at all then. Here, he’s forced to confront that, and change something even if it’s profoundly terrifying because of what Gabriel does stand for is love to the detriment of his character then he can also decide to make a change for the exact same motives.

But for a moment, he’s not Loki he’s Gabriel, and the man in front of him flickers between being some asshole mortal and the holy visage of his brother, and he doesn’t want him to go.

Surprise, it’s also (3)

Why am I doing two in one? Well they’re part of the same episode and I think it’s a fun little draw together of the two scenes! Because we’ve already had “Michael” turning up for Gabriel in the car scene with Dean where he’s chided and given a more tough love approach to the situation at hand, and here we have Kali just before that scene with Dean.

To refresh your memory, here in this scene Kali is telling Gabriel that if anyone gets the end the world it’s her personally. Now I don’t know enough about her religion to get into that, but I am going to play into the narrative within Supernatural and it’s Kind Of Problematic but because that’s what the show does, I’m gonna point it out. The show centers around Christianity, obviously. Who else is a world ender? Lucifer.

We have Gabriel and “Lucifer” here. Sweet love, there’s an almost childlike way Gabriel has handled the situation with Kali where he loves her and he believes that she loves him and that’s enough to make a difference here and she won’t hurt him because in a simple world it would! Except she’s not that kind of person, and neither is Lucifer, but Gabriel still doesn’t get that- or doesn’t want to believe in it. Gabriel’s being sweetened, doted on with affection that’s rather patronising. He’s being talked down to here, and he still watches her adoringly. In the end, he’s stabbed with every intention of delivering a killing blow, love is not a factor in this equation because Gabriel is not on Kali’s side.

Gabriel is not on Lucifer’s side, and he can believe in loving his brothers all he likes and in the end it isn’t going to save him. Lucifer is going to strike him with every intention of killing him dead.

Uncoincidentally, Gabriel wriggles his way out of both situations in exactly the same manner. So when RSJ talks about that phone call immediately post hammer of the gods to tell him he’s not dead, this was it! He’s already shown us how he’s going to do it!

Conclusion?

Though I’m not implying any of this on a shipping level, personally for me it’s too shallow of an interpretation to take on such a complex and deep rooted issue on loss, grief and abandonment, you can have fun with this in whatever ways you see fit if you wanna give that guy psychosexual intimacy issues. I personally see it more as Gabriel being unable to grieve, I would argue he’s not even consciously aware of the choices he’s making here because that guy really wants to believe he hates his brothers. But it’s that bitter hatred that keeps him from seeing the truth of his reality, and it keeps him from grieving, keeps him chasing that same dynamic and playing it again the exact same way subconsciously to cling to the deep loss he’s suffered and refuses to acknowledge- to the extent of erasing his own entire selfhood in the hopes of erasing his family along with him. It’s that same naïveté from my last post that’s got him playing out ANOTHER scenario over and over again hoping that if he does just love enough maybe it’ll be different. It’s not. It never will be. He can’t face that.

I don’t think it’s an accident that the people Gabriel draws in the most in his personal life are reflections of the family he misses deeply, and Sam is not a true reflection of Lucifer in any sort of capacity outside of birthright so I simply don’t factor him in here. A guy can claim he’s a runaway and wants nothing to do with his scumbag older brothers, but from where I sit it looks like he misses them an awful lot more than he’d be willing to admit to himself. Here is also where I conclude any Michael=Dean parallels in regards to Gabriel because I don’t think late seasons Dean when we see him again with Gabriel is even remotely the same man and his quest with Gabriel is solely of a selfish nature, there’s nothing Michael or brotherly about him to draw on in those conversations whereas everything Dean says to Gabriel, however cruel, do reflect the larger plot and Gabriel’s internal struggles and ultimate helps him define and better himself under that guidance. But it was cute while it lasted <3

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[thebroccolination]

Can we please discuss the kisses in episode 10 please? These were VERY different to the kisses we have had previously!

WHY YES, ANON, WE CAN.

This'll be the last post I write before going to bed so [knuckle crack] let's dive in.

So as you say, the kisses in this scene are very different from what we've seen before.

"What have we seen before," you ask?

WELL! Let's refresh ourselves, shall we?

We've haaaad:

lustful,

playful,

refamiliarizing,

passionate,

grateful,

reassuring,

aaand what I'll call, ehm, evasive.

When you look at all their onscreen kisses sequentially, the way they kiss each other has evolved along with them.

In the earliest episodes, they kissed like they were starving for it, and I think that physical magnetism is a big part of what drew them back to each other after the first hookup. The sex was really good, and they were at the very least mutually intrigued by and (occasionally) respectful toward each other.

By the pool and in the locker room, those kisses left them both breathless, and I'm willing to bet that neither of them has ever experienced that with another person before.

What I find extremely interesting is that of the seven kiss scenes above, Win's initiated five, and Team got two in for himself. Tellingly, Team's only kissed Win (onscreen) when he's trying to speak to Win on an emotional level. The first time is to thank him, and the second is to stop him from spiraling.

Win, on the other hand, seems only to kiss Team for purely pleasurable reasons or, once, to surprise him. (Because teasing Team is his hobby. I'm sure it won't be misconstrued at any point.)

Episode ten is the first time Win has kissed Team the way Team kisses him: to speak to him on an emotional level.

Win's changed from the person he was the first time they shared a hotel room bed. This isn't a hookup for him anymore, and he's left behind the cool facade he uses on almost everyone else who isn't family or Dean. He also isn't trying to evade or distract or hide. I think he's trying to find a safe middle ground between pure physical passion and saying what he's terrified to say.

I understand that urge to try everything but the thing you're petrified of doing just in case something else will miraculously work. For Win, kissing Team gently like this – because Team is everything he's ever wanted, because he wants him permanently – is something he hasn't tried yet.

And so the one thing I'm sure of is that this is Win at his most honest physically.

That's why this scene works so well for me. Because Win is trying to reach out to Team in a way that's familiar to them both, and it's not as if Team isn't reciprocating. The trouble is, Team interprets what he's doing as Win teasing him.

That's why they need to talk, and what I love about their earliest physical scenes is that we know they can. They've discussed boundaries and consent without an issue – something a lot of couples can't do. They've just gone at this backwards, like a lot of people who start by hooking up often do.

In conclusion, next week's kiss scene is going to murder me dead.

So excited.

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[foolondahill17]

The third night without sleep, Dean rolls himself a joint from Sam's stash out of pure desperation. He doesn’t exactly want to stink up his room, so he goes outside the Bunker, climbs the steep hill to the base of the abandoned water treatment plant, and takes a seat with his back against the brick wall.

The chill air bites his cheeks as he pulls in a mouthful of smoke, holds for a second, and releases it into the night air. It’s been a while since he’s smoked, maybe since Cassie or Lee, but even then it wasn’t often.

His very brief period of experimentation favored anything with a little more oomf – LSD, STP, PCP; he ran the gamut of most of the alphabet drugs, but that was when he went a little crazy while Sam was in school and Dad was off doing who the hell knows what. He never had much time or need for a downer like indica – and, when he did, whiskey was in high supply.

Dean’s head whips to the side when he hears the crunch of dried grass under foot, but the mussed top of Cas’s head appears over the hill, and Dean relaxes.

“Making sure I don’t run off again?” Dean asks, sticking the joint back between his lips.

“I just thought I’d enjoy the night,” Cas says, a little stilted, like he’s afraid Dean will poke fun at his nightly wandering.

“It ain’t half bad,” Dean agrees. It’s true. The sky is clear and it’s just cold enough to be refreshing rather than frigid. It smells like spring: all damp earth and new growth. “Want some?”

He holds the joint to Cas. Cas squints at it.

“Sam offered before. It didn’t have much effect on me.”

“People never get high the first time,” Dean says. “Come on. Puff, puff, pass, man.”

Cas takes the joint and sinks to the ground in a surprisingly fluid motion for how stiffly he normally carries himself. He crosses his legs on the ground, and Dean’s reminded of that other Cas, from Zachariah’s alternate future.

“Just don’t get into the habit,” Dean says gruffly.

Cas takes his own hit before passing the stick back to Dean.

“Drugs rarely have an effect on me, still,” Cas says. “Even alcohol.”

“You think it’s a good sign?” Dean prompts. “Maybe your grace is healing?”

“I’d like to think so,” Cas sighs. “Truthfully, I feel basically the same.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not even a year. Keep your head up, buddy.”

“What about you?” Cas asks.

“What?” Dean says, knowing exactly what Cas means.

“How are you feeling?” Cas clarifies.

“I’m fine,” Dean says.

“No, you’re not,” Cas says.

Dean can’t face the angel’s eyes. He lets his head fall against the wall behind him, staring at the sky. Lebanon ain’t exactly a metropolis, so there’s not much light pollution to speak of, but out here in the prairie it’s even clearer. The sky is inky black, speckled with stars like a flashlight shining through a metal colander.

“I don’t know, man,” Dean sighs. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Emma said you were with Benny,” Cas says. It’s enough of a non sequitur that Dean lifts his head.

“Um, yeah,” Dean says. “Down in New Orleans. He…let me crash for a few days.”

“You didn’t stay for long?” Cas asks.

“Not really,” Dean hedges. “Before that I was…around.”

"Yes," Cas says. There's a note of anger in his voice. Cas was always pretty good at the whole heavenly wrath thing. “With Crowley, apparently."

"Yeah because you've never palled around with demons before," Dean snaps. And shit. As soon as the words are out of his mouth, his stomach sinks. He didn't want to argue.

"It's unfair of you to throw that in my face when I've - I've tried to atone for working with Crowley many times over," Cas says, voice strangely brittle.

Funny, but Dean hadn't even thought about Cas working with Crowley. He'd been thinking about Cas and Meg searching for the demon tablet in the Middle East.

"Sorry," Dean says. He swallows something barbed and sticky in his throat.

There's a beat of silence, then Cas breathes out hard.

Dean takes another pull from his joint. He hands it back to Cas, nudging his friend’s arm with his knuckles when Cas doesn’t immediately reach for it.

“You could have stayed,” Cas says. He’s staring unblinkingly across the shadowed field. “You didn’t have to go to Crowley. Or Benny.”

“I know,” Dean says. And he does. He does know. He doesn’t have the words to explain the cloying, claustrophobic fear that gripped him the first few weeks after brutalizing Randy and the others. His instability. The certainty with which he knew he’d hurt someone else. The inevitability of it. “I just needed to get away. Benny was – he’s a good friend. He helped me find solid footing again, I guess.”

“Just a friend?” Cas asks. “Or are you…in a relationship with him?”

Cas’s question echoes like a sonar ping through Dean’s ribcage.

“Did Emma tell you? Or Ben?”

“No,” Cas replies. “I think I…guessed in Purgatory. I’m not very good at understanding social interactions, but I could understand there was something between you two. And I knew you slept with men…since I reconstructed your very being, all of your history was revealed to me. Although I’d argue it didn’t gain emotional significance until later.”

“Emotional significance, huh?”

Cas replies with a half-smile. “Navigating the nuance of human emotion hasn’t exactly been easy.”

“Why do you ask?” Dean bluffs. “You jealous?”

It’s the first time they’ve even come close to vocalizing the magnetic, possessive pull toward one another, and Dean’s heartbeat thuds in his throat. No fucking way would he have the balls to confront this if the weed hadn’t made him so loose-tongued.

“I’m not jealous,” Cas says immediately, and Dean’s almost high enough to admit it’s disappointment he feels in the base of his gut. “I was just…curious.”

“We’re not,” Dean says. He sucks in another mouthful of smoke. “What about you and Meg? You guys hook up during your Raiders tour?”

Cas takes the joint. He waits until he’s blowing smoke before he says. “We did…once. I didn’t like it very much.”

“Yeah?” Dean says. He’s already prepared to jump to Cas’s defense if the demon pressured him into something he didn’t want to do.

“I think it’s because I’m gay.”

If Dean had been drinking, he would have done a spit take. “You’re, um. Oh – okay.” He tries to recover himself. “I didn’t think…way back when, Anna said angels didn’t feel things…like that.”

“I think we can both agree I’m far from an angel,” Cas says.

Dean doesn’t exactly know what to say to that. He finishes the joint and stubs out the ember against the brick.

“I should, ah, try to get some sleep,” he says. He’s felt awkward around Cas plenty of times, but never quite like this: there’s a gnawing sensation in the pit of his stomach, like he said something wrong or missed his chance. He tells himself he’s being stupid.

“Oh,” Cas says. Is that disappointment in his voice, too? Or something else? “Goodnight, then.”

Dean stands to his feet. He closes his fist at his side before he can do something stupid, like pat Cas on the shoulder or, worse, put his hand in the angel’s hair.

“Night, Cas.”

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[moaserendipity]

Between us ep1 messy review

ITS FINALLY HERE!!! We have waited so damn long for this BL! I think we waited since 2019!!!! It’s almost 2023 guys!! But the wait is over!!! So let’s dive in!!!

We start with both of them waking up. You immediately see the differences in their characters. So is Win up and ready to go, while Team is still in bed and late🤭 Win is looking hot once again, while walking the school grounds!!

AHHH OUR QUEEN IS BACK! And falling into Prueks arms because she tripped! I love this so much! Oh I love how they did this, the way Team immediately got Wins attention by just being there!

Ah I see what they are doing, they are introducing the cast. Okay cool just hope it won’t pull away the attention from the main couple, because that would not be okay!

HELLO DEAN👀 Pruek has it bad already doesn’t he🤭 have you never met the one??…. YES HE HAS, haha Team has his full attention, I love this, love at first sight!

Being hard on Team right away, give the kid a break my sexy man! I get that they want to treat all students the same but what use is that scholarship if you still have to qualify? I mean what if you don’t then you lose your scholarship😲 anyway MY FAVORITE TRIO ARE BACK😍 I missed them so much! Awww of course they will come and support you! He is going to do amazing because it’s Team💪🏻

Really Win you didn’t hear Team?! Come on that’s not cool but why did I forget they stayed in the same dorm🤔 why didn’t I know Santa would be in this? But I don’t mind because he is a great actor from what I’ve seen🥰 gosh who is watching porn….LMAO OF COURSE ITS YATCH🤭 please stop watching all that porn my man! 😂 but he looks HOT👀

Aww Team is nervous, I get it though because he could lose his scholarship! Again I love this friendship! Manow is so relatable😂

Team looking good! Come on you got this! Wins eyes really follow Team around the entire time. I love this🥰🥹 Ah Pruek saw his target as well🤭 ohhhhhh the moment Dean & Pharm spotted each other! It’s so refreshing to see the other pov of this! I am here for it! The tears in Deans eyes, my gosh🥹 Dean really looks like a strict captain! Don’t wanna mess with him or Win for that matter🙈

OH WHAT WAS THAT! I know Team has a trauma but didn’t expect that! I am curious now! Go team though!! 💪🏻 FIRST PLACE AS HE SHOULD!!😍💪🏻 Oh Win, it’s getting obvious now👀 that little head tilt when Team was in the water smiling🤭

Ah this scene. The first actual meeting of Dean & Pharm. I was already devastated when this happened. Poor Pharm crying and why did I always think this was happening in the evening, while it most definitely is during the day🤔 I love how we see that Pharm calls Team because he is upset. I always wondered if Pharm friends had an inkling about what was going on and I love that at least Team did know and didn’t judge him but just tried to be there for him. At first I wondered why Win was following him but it’s probably to make sure everything was okay AND to see what kind of person Team is🥹 also he might think Pharm is his boyfriend? Because they do look close enough for that tbh🤔

Ahhh nice! The Beach! Lmao these 4 hot guys, they make perfect friends! 😂 Teambuilding is always nice to do but I prefer no heavy activities 🤭 ugh I wish I could be in Thailand and swimming in the ocean😍 don’t laugh too hard because there will be karma🤭 sigh of course Team hurts himself. The way Win is treating Team, I mean don’t be too hard on him! The way Team is sulking after those harsh words from Win. Like the dude cut his feet don’t need to tell him he still has to attend training🙈 oh Win didn’t like Team talking back at him😲 but Team made it better by thanking him🥰

Ah Dean staring into the distance. He doesn’t have issues, he just missed something or someone in his life and now he has found that person. He must be so confused but also happy?! Seriously Dean stop standing there, jeez🙈 it’s kind of sad that Win feels like he never had something to call his, thankfully that will change soon because you will have Team all to yourself🥹 Dean is not wrong here! You probably have some walls up Win🥹

Okay Win just go after him. I mean the staring is not going to do anything🤭 Oh these friends, like really don’t pull him away from the food!! Especially not for watching porn🙈 Poor Team he really is innocent isn’t he, gosh he better get a cold shower🙈 also his friends teasing him like that while he definitely is uncomfortable, that’s not cool guys. Not everyone enjoys watching porn with friends…

Team you should get a shower INSIDE, because there you have it. Win on his evening round… (is he a stalker though because he is everywhere👀) Win is teasing but also right in his face, jeez what happened with Hi my name is👀 WOW KISSING ALREADY, I SAY LET’S GO😏

OHHHHHHH HOLY!!! YEAH JUST FOLLOW HIM TO HIS ROOM, LIKE WHY NOT👀🫣 Win really knows what he wants huh… like I get it but damn this is fast, NOT COMPLAINING THOUGH!!

Also the way he asks those question is seriously SEXY! The way he makes sure that Team is not drunk and will remember everything, the way he makes sure he knows where and with whom he is, this is seriously sexy! I LOVE IT!! Consent like this, just wow!🔥

HOLY SHIT LIKE DAMN THAT WAS FIRE! THE FIRE THAT CAME OF THAT NC SCENE LIKE WOW! THE CHEMISTRY, THE WAY I FORGOT TO BREATHE AND THE WAY I EVEN CALLED WIN “Hia Win” jeez…. It’s a Masterpiece. It was perfect!🔥🔥🔥🔥

And they really ended it in the middle of it, like do they love to torture us, probably but damn I need to see more!!!!!!!!!! Those 3 years of waiting were definitely worth it! See you next time👋

#between us #winteam #between us ep1 #bounprem #boun noppanut #prem warut #my messy review #i mean I had to make a review series for this one #i just had to!

[samsrowena]

Tell me what you love about Samwena <3 they don't get talked about enough and I wanna know more!! (Also take as long as you need on this ask, no rush)

okay okay okay so i'ma just put a tl;dr at the top because i KNOW this is going to get long lol basically i love how much chemistry they have, i love how they truly get/understand each other and open up to each other, and i love how much they make each other better people (i've made a post about this but it's like. given how fucked up they are, they could be SO toxic but they're just not! <3)

now the longer version of it:

one of the first things i noticed about them was their chemistry together. i mean the fact that the werther project is their first episode and it has: rowena in lingerie talking to sam on the phone, sam hallucinating her in the house where they're both enjoying it a little toooo much as he bleeds out into the werther box, and the end where he chains her up???? like bobo berens KNEW what he was doing!!!! lol but aside from sexual chemistry, they just had a lot of chemistry in general. pun VERY intended when i say it was just ✨ magical ✨ and while i do think rowena is just one of those people like dean who has chemistry with everyone, it was so refreshing for sam to have that relationship because usually characters were closer to dean

but yeah aside from that, the most compelling thing about samwena to me is how similar their journeys are, and for entirely different reasons. rowena is an evil witch, sam thinks he's evil because of the demon blood inside him and because he was destined to become the boyking of hell/eventually lucifer's true vessel. rowena can't allow herself to love anyone again after being abandoned by crowley's father, sam can't allow himself to love anyone again after jess dies (and madison. and ruby. every woman in his life basically :/)

and then rowena's tough exterior starts cracking down, and a lot of that i think IS on sam. what she went through with lucifer changed her the most, sure, but repeatedly teaming up with sam on the "good guys side" to save dean, to help save the world from the darkness, to help save the world from the devil... she was already on her way to trying to change even before what luci did to her in 12x23. and the way sam encourages this; he trusts her even when he shouldn't, even when no one else does! he believes that she can be a better person, a good person even!

the way they open up to each other in 13x12 is also so special too, i mean i gushed about this already in the other ask but man. like the thing is that at the end of this episode, sam and dean are surprised that rowena sicced the witches on each other instead of on them. they still expected her to try to kill them! so sam certainly still thinks of her as at least a maybe-enemy at this point. he certainly doesn't trust her because he stays with her in the car the entire time to "babysit" her so she doesn't do anything bad (like enslave some people in the town as she brought up alskdlfld). and it's not like rowena could trust them either, she knows they wouldn't hesitate to put a witch killing bullet in her if she so much as breathed in the wrong direction!

AND YET. they're so open and raw with each other. rowena lets herself be vulnerable with him!! sam says he can't even talk to his own brother about these things but he talks to her!! and it's because they get it and they're the only ones who can get it!!

and that's what i really love about them the most, like sam is so utterly and deeply closed off by this point in the series. he does not talk about anything anymore, he keeps everything bottled up inside. but then he has rowena and he finally has someone he can open up to. and between 13x12 and 13x19, he goes from not believing her at all when she says she's changed to fully trusting her and believing she can be good even when he has no real reason to do so. and it's all because of that talk in the car. because he saw her for who she really is!!!

and for rowena, i mean she's completely alone. her son is dead, her grandson is dead, oskar is dead, her witch friends are dead. but then she has sam. someone who encourages her every day to be a better person, who truly believes she can redeem herself! someone for the first time in her life she can completely trust!

AND THIS IS THE PERSON WHO IS GOING TO KILL HER! like she was so traumatized by what lucifer did to her but then she finds out sam is going to be the one who kills her for real and for good and that makes her feel safe and secure????? and it's because she knows him, because she knows he's good and he's kind, and he would never hurt her. she knows he would give her a kind death (in the words of my lovely mutual sophie from the tags on my recent rowena/trauma gifset. which absolutely destroyed me btw!)

but that's really the tragedy of it all too. sam, in his point of view, has killed every woman he's ever loved and then he has to kill rowena. love is weakness to rowena and then she sacrifices herself for love (even though she can't admit it even in her dying breath; "i don't care about anything enough to take my own life". yet that's exactly what she's doing. because she does care. and she cares because of sam and about sam. she gives her life for him and for the whole world... sounds familiar doesn't it)

tl;dr again it's just about redemption and it's about healing and it's about two broken people building each other back up again and it's about a love shared between two people that is destined for tragedy

#wow this DID get long i am so sorry #i cannot be normal about them ever ever ever #💌 #freakwiththeknifecollection #mutuals 💜 #emily 🔪 #samwena #spn.txt #spn #supernatural

[samsexualdeancurious]

Set Sail | Chapter Two (NSFW) (FIN)

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Words: 2,167

Summary: Sam and Y/N go on a couples cruise for a case. The only issue? There's actually no case - thank you, Dean Winchester - and they're not actually a couple. Yet.

Warnings: Fluff, light smut in Chapter Two

Written for an Archangel patron's request.

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Amanda’s plan starts simply enough - share the bed and see what happens. Your stomach does a little flip at the thought but you think you can manage that.

You and Sam decide to pass the day with Amanda and Henry. They seem more familiar with the workings of the ship and cruises in general, which is nice because you have no fucking clue what to expect. Plus, the two of them are easy to be around.

It’s refreshing, honestly, to talk to people who don’t know about the supernatural and have no reason to ever bring it up. You pull out a few of your go-to jobs when it comes up - contractor for Sam, accountant for you. Easy, boring, and no one asks too many questions. Usually. Henry wants some advice on a home project he’s been doing and you’re surprised at how knowledgeable Sam is on the subject. You know Dean worked construction when Sam was in Hell, forever and ever ago, but you had no idea that Sam was equally capable.

You can’t help watching those long-fingered hands as Sam gestures about whatever it is he explaining over the dinner table and think about all the other things they’re capable of doing. You’ve seen Sam handle everything from monsters to crying family members to guns to puppies with those same hands. They’re just like the man himself - strong, yet capable of incredible gentleness. Warmth blossoms in your chest at the thought.

You tear your eyes away from Sam’s hands to find Amanda watching you with a knowing smirk and feel your cheeks burn. Thankfully, Sam doesn’t notice. He may be a really smart man but he’s also more than a little oblivious most days.

Hopefully, he’s not too oblivious.

After dinner, the four of you go back out on the deck for a few evening drinks. The view is gorgeous and you’ve seen some great views. There’s no land in sight but the stars. You’ve only seen that many stars in a few places before but there’s nothing quite like the way they reflect off the smooth surface of the ocean, the thick line of the Milky Way only broken when the breeze ruffles the water.

“Maybe this whole thing isn’t so bad,” you whisper to Sam, letting Amanda and Henry get ahead of you as they beeline towards a set of couches that look like they’ll have a good view of the water.

Sam murmurs his agreement. He’d offered you his arm when you left the dinner table and you’d looped your own through it without thinking. Now, you look up to find that his eyes aren’t on the view at all. They’re on you.

As soon as you lock eyes with him, though, Sam looks away. His cheeks are adorably pink in the low lighting.

Huh. Amanda had been very sure of herself earlier but there was still a part of you that didn’t believe her. Maybe she was right.

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The two of you don’t actually get back to your room until near midnight. You’re both a little tipsy, leaning on each other as Sam fumbles with the key card. He’s smiling, lighter than you’ve seen in months, and has one arm slung casually around your shoulders. Your own arm is fitted around his waist, both to hold yourself up and to keep him balanced. It’s not an ideal situation, with Sam being so large, but you make it work.

The room is exactly as you left it and a wave of exhaustion hits you as soon as the bed comes into view. You stumble forward, dragging Sam along with you, and then let go of him to get your shoes off.

“I’ll take the couch,” Sam says, an echo of his statement from earlier, and he looks surprised when you shake your head.

“It’s a king,” you reply, sinking to the floor because there’s no way you can get the tiny buckle on your heels done while using one hand to steady yourself against the wall. “We can share.”

“You’re sure?” Sam asks, toeing off his own shoes before filling two glasses of water from the bathroom sink. He downs one glass, helps you up with his now-free hand, and then gives you the other. “We don’t have to.”

“I know. I don’t mind. It’s a week-long trip, Sam. I’m not making you sleep on that tiny couch for a week when there’s plenty of room for two in the bed.” You drink some of the water while rummaging in your chosen drawer for some PJs. You’d packed in a hurry and are more than a little embarrassed to find that you only brought one of your oversized nightshirts. It’s not like Sam hasn’t seen you in them before but still.

“If you’re really okay with it.” Sam refills his glass of water and sets it on the nightstand closest to the door. “You can have the bathroom first.”

The two of you get changed for bed, Sam out in the bedroom and you behind the closed bathroom door. The light buzz from the drinks you had is fading by the time you’re finally ready for bed and you’re feeling much more nervous about sharing a bed with Sam. It’s not like you haven’t slept in close quarters before - the backseat of the Impala or, on one memorable occasion, the tiniest tent on the planet where all three of you had been more than a little squished - but those times were different. This situation is different.

Your feelings are different.

As you lay side-by-side with Sam in the dark, just listening to him breathe, you can’t help but wonder when your feelings for him changed. You can’t pinpoint an exact moment, no matter how hard you think about it, but you know it happened. One day, Sam was just your best friend, and the next… well, he’s still your best friend. The best friend you’ve ever had, really. Except maybe Linda way back in high school and fuck. You haven’t thought about Linda in years. You should see about checking up on her. Maybe she and Mark finally got their heads out of their asses and got married. What would she think if she could see you now? What would she say?

As you turn your head to see Sam lying next to you, breathing slow and even, that gorgeous profile highlighted by moonlight trickling through a crack in the curtains, you can almost hear her voice in your head.

“You’re both idiots.”

She was never good at listening to her own advice.

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You don’t remember falling asleep but you must have because you wake up snuggled against solid warmth, nose pressed to sleep-warm skin. You yawn and sigh and stretch your legs, rolling your ankles. Your pillow makes a soft grumbling sound and you feel an arm tighten around your waist.

Oh, shit.

You open your eyes, blinking against the sunlight peeking through the curtains. Sam sighs, chest rising and falling under your head as he does, and your cheeks burn as you realize exactly what’s going on. You were cuddling with Sam in your sleep.

Your mind races with possibilities. Yes, you’d agreed to Amanda’s idea of sharing a bed but you hadn’t really… considered the possibilities of what would happen after that point. Amanda had implied something more than cuddling with a wiggle of her eyebrows that had your cheeks burning as you rolled your eyes but you’re not sure if that’s going to be in the cards.

After a moment of consideration, you make the decision to at least get up and go to the bathroom. Your head isn’t hurting too bad and your stomach feels surprisingly okay, considering how rough your first day on the ship was. Your bladder, on the other hand, is making itself known.

When you try to move, though, Sam’s arm tightens around your body. You freeze and hear Sam chuckle softly.

“Mornin’,” he rumbles, voice low and husky with sleep.

“Hi,” is all you can muster in response as you lift your head to find him watching you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“I don’t mind,” Sam interrupts. “I really don’t mind, as long as you don’t.”

Words fail you at that and you stare at him for a second, processing what he just said. Unfortunately, you hesitate just long enough for Sam’s expression to shift to one of doubt. His grip on you loosens.

“If you don’t-”

You shake your head, stopping him in his tracks. “I do,” you say, reaching up to trace the line of his jaw with your fingertips. “I do. Really. I just also need to pee.”

Sam blinks at you, a little stunned, and then laughs. “All right, then.”

“I’ll come right back,” you promise.

He gives you a little nudge. “Okay.”

You make it quick and soon enough, you’re stepping back into the bedroom. You hesitate on the edge of the bed and just look for a moment, taking in the sight before you.

Sam is beautiful. That’s something you’ve been fully aware of for a long time. But right now, with his fair mussed from sleep and a line from his pillow on his cheek, sunlight warm on his bare chest and arms… he’s absolutely stunning.

“Take a picture,” Sam teases, all dimples.

You laugh softly and crawl up onto the bed, fitting yourself into his embrace when he opens his arms to you. Sam makes a happy little sound as you settle against his chest again.

“I like this,” he murmurs, one hand coming up to settle between your shoulder blades. “I like this a lot.”

“I do, too,” you admit. And you do. It feels so natural, so right, to be pressed close to Sam with sheets tangled around your legs.

Sam tilts his head to meet your gaze and you can see the question in his eyes before he asks it. “Are we on the same page here?”

You rub your palm over his tattoo, the same one you have etched into the back of your shoulder inches from where his hand rests. “On the ‘we’re both idiots and it shouldn’t have taken an intervention from Dean Winchester to realize it’ page?”

Sam laughs, loud in the quiet room, and you giggle along with him. “Yeah,” he says when he’s caught his breath. “Yeah, that page.”

“Definitely.”

His smile softens at that and he brings his hand up to cradle your cheek in the curve of his palm. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Sam’s lips are soft against your own, his hand huge as it curls around the back of your head. You lift up, shifting higher on the bed so Sam doesn’t have to crane his neck to kiss you.

“Why the hell did we wait so long to do this?” Sam wonders, short nails scratching gently against your scalp and sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

“Because we’re idiots,” you reply with a soft laugh, grinning when he chuckles. You glance over at the clock. 8:30. Breakfast goes until 10:30, you know. You remember because you were surprised by that late hour when you saw it on the schedule, being used to either hotels that only serve it until 9 or motels that don’t serve breakfast at all. Plenty of time for at least some kissing. Maybe a little more than that, if Sam’s feeling up to it.

“We are,” he agrees and then he pulls you to straddle his hips. You make a surprised sound at the move and brace yourself with your elbows on either side of his head. “This okay?”

“Very,” you assure him and Sam pulls you down into another kiss.

Things escalate quickly from there. Your nightshirt is pushed up and off, Sam’s pajama pants are shoved down along with the blankets. Skillful fingers find their way between your thighs, pushing your panties aside and spreading your folds to find where you’re already slick.

“Sam,” you gasp, breaking the kiss when he slides his thumb over your clit.

“I gotcha,” is his response, words spoken in a low tone that sends a shiver up your spine. “Gonna make you feel good, sweetheart.” He tips his chin up to catch your lips in a messy kiss. “Gotta catch up for lost time, right?”

You laugh against his mouth and nod, grinding your hips down against his hand. You can feel his cock, hard and hot against your thigh, and just the knowledge that he’s as turned on as you are has your body clenching around his fingers. “Sounds like a good plan to me.”

It is a good plan. It’s a very, very good plan. When the two of you eventually make it down to breakfast, you’ll have to let Amanda know that her plan was also a very good one. For now, though, your focus is on the gorgeous man beneath you in the bed.

You may also have to thank Dean later.

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[vaicomcas]

Thank you so much for you comliments.you have really been a great inspiration for me to start my own story

so you said that you agreed with someone else's post that you woulden't mind cas suffering if the story was about him, and I agree in fact I wouldn't mind if cas's suffering was actually doing anything for the plot, some times he suffered and it did not make any sense like in s12 we had two episodes 10 and 12 if I am not wrong and they did not discuss it any further. so where they even for?

the one with Lily gave a really good look at cas's past but a lot of people use it villanise cas and it angers me so much

SPN writers used all of their side characters as plot devices, I still haven't understood why crowely had to go.

Yeah, first of all I have never understood the desire for "happy ending" (but I know others such as my own husband who cannot fathom the appreciation or even tolerance of sad endings). That personal preference aside, any compelling character goes through hardship and suffering, just like in life everybody experiences pain and humiliation. The problem with the show is what extreme trauma they put Castiel through was not used to charactrize and develop his character and often not even acknowledged. For those of us who see Castiel as the main character, we experience him being pushed aside and used as a tool in his own story.

I actually really like the Lily Sunder episode, even though there is a lot in it that bothers me (the disrespect Dean showed both to Cas and to his angel buddies, the way they as always set Cas up to have to chose between his angel identity and the Winchesters, by making the angels evil of course, and did I mention Dean's assholery?), it is actually one of the few episodes that was all about Castiel, about who he is. I am glad I never saw those posts that villainize him for this episode (how? never mind don't tell me), I would be angered too.

I am not too sure about the point of "stuck in the middle with you" either. I think part of it is to up the ante on the Mary's "betrayal" arc, so they need some serious consequence that viewers would care about . The whole s12 is very depressing-- all about Castiel being down on himself but also his complete dedication to the Winchesters at the same time (this one, and later killing of Billie). Did they intend to show Castiel's dedication to Winchesters as part of him losing his agency? Because that would actually be refreshing, and would be consistent with the choosing Kelly/Jack part ("I've been so lost. I am not lost anymore"). But then as soon as he stopped being lost they killed him, and then it's back to him being sidekick again. They are kind of all over the place arent they? They neither developed the de*tiel thing (which was very palpable in s12) nor developed Castiel as his own character.

One of the worst example for me was when we learned that he got mind wiped over and over for at least thousands of years. It is so horrific but all they used that for was to set up first the "simulated killing of Dean" and then the crypt scene so they get that fake conflict arc with Dean. (It does seem like the show was promoting de*tiel here) Then, it was no longer mentioned ever again, and they immediately turn Naomi, the one who violated and tortured him over thousands of years, the one who murdered a restaurant full of innocent people in cold blood a few episodes ago, into a "good guy" who cares about people and wanted to reconcile with Castiel , and made him seem foolish for not trusting her on the spot, by making Dean wisely believing Naomi in contrast. It makes zero sense all around. Even later when they brought Naomi back she still gets to be some noble figure and Castiel doesn't even get to be mad at her for more than five seconds.

Later they make him go into Dean's mind and marvel "there is so much trauma". While Castiel's trauma, far exceeding any human could possibly imagine, was only used to build up Dean Winchester.

#ask #dean critical #justice for castiel #I am so verbose

[hekate1308]

There Are Berries This Year On The Holly, A Drowley Advent Calendar, December 3

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Masterpost

The thing that brought Dean Winchester over his doorstep was arbitrary, had nothing to do with either of them and yet could have been foreseen.

Crowley was, of course, talking about the power cut. Now, he had long ago taken precautions – they did, after all, live in Kansas, and no one wanted to freeze during winter – and so, when he got up and realized the house was cold, the lights didn’t work and a look outside his window proved that this seemed to be true for the entire neighbourhood, he quickly went down into the basement to switch on his emergency generator.

It was a Saturday, so that he didn’t have to go to the office, which was a good thing since the streets were always less safe when the lights were out; and so, he settled down, determined to wait it out as he usually did, when once more, there was a knock on his door.

This time, he had expected it to be Winchester, simply because he was the only one who seemed to come by. “Hey, Crowley.” If he’d wondered about him not telling him his first name, he had not mentioned it. It was strangely refreshing.

“Hello –“

And he simply moved past him. “Ah, everything alright here. Good.”

Before he could inquire why he would possibly come to expect his house, he turned around and said, “I’ve been around… everyone seems to be handling it well. Mrs. Carstairs was a little cold, you know, the elderly lady from three houses down, but I fixed her up all nice and cozy, and anyway, her niece is coming by later… the Crafts are doing well, and Mr. Greene isn’t at home at the moment since he has that conference in Hawaii…”

Crowley was left to wonder just how quickly he had met and apparently befriended all the neighbours well enough to come around at a day like this and make sure they were okay.

“You’re the last house on my list, but like I said” he rubbed his hands together because apparently, he could make certain the neighbours were dealing with the power cut but not put on gloves “Everything’s fine here, isn’t it?”

“Yes, thank you”. It dawned on Crowley that he should probably return the favour and asked, “What about you yourself?”

“I grew up in Kansas, I know what to do, don’t worry. Thanks.”

Crowley then did something that had only rarely happened to him: he surprised himself. “Would you like a drink?”

“Oh yeah, thanks man. Sounds great.”

And that was how they ended up sitting in front of his fireplace – he had not lit it, since it was not necessary, but found himself suddenly wondering how it would look like to see the light dance across Winchester’s freckles, a thought he quickly dismissed.

“So what do you do for a living?” Dean asked after he’d taken a sip of, and proven that he could appreciate, his best Craig.

“I own a consulting business.”

“Thought you were one of those guys who have a big important office and title” he said lightly.

“You yourself?”

“Oh, nothing so impressive… I teach at the university.” Since there was only one in their small town, he didn’t have to elaborate.

That… somehow he hadn’t expected that. But really, who was he to judge? “What do you teach?”

“Classical studies. To put it short, I’m the languages guy. Latin, Ancient Greek, a few others…”

“Sounds interesting.”

He shrugged. “It is – most days. Sometimes the students can be annoying, but that’s my job.”

He sounded far prouder than his words suggested, but that was probably to be expected. Not everyone managed to teach at university.

Crowley found himself wondering if many students had a crush on Dean Winchester. Probably.

Not that it mattered.

“Just the other day, I was working on a translation” Dean then suddenly began, “And who would come in but the dean, because of course there’s a problem with the budget…”

“There usually is” he agreed, and before he could tell how it happened, they were suddenly talking… like friends.

At least that was what he assumed it would feel like. Never having had a friend before, he lacked the experience.

However, that didn’t stop Dean from coming up with more and more stories about his job and his friends and his life in general, and somehow, it seemed so much more interesting than…

Well… than most things Crowley usually dealt with.

He would really have to pay close attention. This was really strange – but also rather fascinating. Or maybe that was just Dean himself.

Eventually, he looked at his watch and said, “Didn’t mean to stay that long. Sorry.”

“It’s no trouble.”

Because, to his utter surprise, it really hadn’t been.

Dean Winchester was truly a mystery.

#spn #my writings #drowley #dean winchester #crowley #advent calendar

[eating-flowerz]

So last night D and I had a talk since he told me he was regretting our move. He wanted space but I just couldn’t and we had a phone call. I thought at most it would be 10 minutes but it ended up lasting 2+ hours and ended ok.

I never realized how much he really didn’t want me to move to Poland. I love him I comforted him assuring him that I wasn’t leaving anytime soon nor do I have an confirmation. He told me about his abusive ex who ended up being a girl I went to high school with and I did not get along with. He told me how she affected him and how because of her he has all this constraints on our relationship. I’m just so refreshed he opened up to me about this, because it feels like our relationship is just getting stronger

We agreed he can’t just ice me out and not just tell me what’s wrong or on his mind. With that I’m still battling my addiction to stimulants and it freaks him out. He feels so much pain when I told him I relapsed and how he just wants me to get better, it’s more difficult than that because I need this drug to keep me running I feel. I adore D so I’m trying to not rely on it, but going on to an even scarier point I feel like I need it for.

He wants me to meet his friends, or more so it’s important to him due to his past relationship that his friends check me out and make sure they approve of me which just scares me. His friends are all white guys that are going to say something racist/insensitive when they get a chance. I was so happy for the longest time that he didn’t want me to meet his friends, but now I know it’s because he’s afraid of me being another J, his ex, who caused his friends to have an intervention for him, just due to how terrible she was. I know I’m not terrible like her, I’m not abusive or weird, but I just don’t know how to behave in their element. How does someone like me interact with a bunch of former high school white boy jocks. I’m weird, it’s out of my element. Dean likes my weirdness and my quirkiness but I know that’s an outlier, I don’t want to be seen as a spazz like J. D himself confirmed that his friends are probably going to say something racially edgy and it’s just not fair. I already know I’m not everyone’s cup of tea but J didn’t have who she was born as working against her. I think what kills me about this, is that as much as I don’t want to meet his friends he hasn’t even told them that we’re boyfriend and girlfriend because of his trauma but I can’t help but take it personally even though I know he loves me.

I found myself also having to ask him do his parents know I’m black and white. He said no. I asked would they have an issue with that or us dating. He said his dad wouldn’t, his mom would be polite. Everyone gives me politeness, I thought I could handle it last night but I don’t want to. I just want to be treated fairly going into this. I know his friends are more important than his parents but still. Tbf his mom, an anti-environmentalist, conservative wouldn’t even like my mom, a leader for sustainability in her company, immigrant hippie who drives a Tesla and hates pick up trucks.

I adore D but I just want to cry, how is any of this fair, this isn’t even entirely him, no matter what guy I date being mixed race his family or friends always have to have some bias I need to be aware of and fend myself from. It feels like a joke from life itself, how is any of this fair. All I want is to be proven wrong and I hate being right.

I love D, I don’t know where our relationship is going outside of our towns, but I adore him and I want to make this work. He’s a total sweetheart he loves me and I love him and he’s trying to make our relationship work and in all honesty I think he may love me more than I love him. That’s terrible to say but I only found out throughout our whole relationship there have been multiple points where he’s been thinking of breaking it off from me because of the Poland situation but he could never bring himself to do so. The night he asked me to be his girlfriend he told me his biggest hangup was how he didn’t want me to leave. Doesn’t matter how far off it is he doesn’t want to part from me. I think that’s when I realized for the first time ever that D thinks of a future with me. It sort of shocked me I’d never once really thought he was that serious about me because he never brought up to me how much it scared him. We kept talking and I told him for me to even think about my future seriously I need us to be dating which he agreed was fair, and then I told him if I date seriously it’s for marriage. I’m a way I was asking him does he think that seriously of me that he has that same end goal as me? He said in turn that “he doesn’t want me to not be in his future”, I love him and that satisfies me especially for a 3 month long relationship we have so far.

A lot of text I know, but this literally only for me so what do I care. I guess as of last night he feels a lot more secure in our relationship which makes me quite happy, I guess I just have all these fears of his friends and family and our future of course, but I’ve got time. I love this guy and I’ll figure out because no relationship is easy and if it, it’ll crumble when it reaches its first wall. I love D, he’s amazing and all he endeared from J I’m just happy he can find love for me afterwards.

[sabineelectricheart]

Trapping Natasha Rostova

Summary: Barbara is using Chad for his money. He lets her, at least for now, but he has a plan.

Rating: M - Not suitable for children or teens below the age of 16 with non-explicit suggestive adult themes, references to some violence, or coarse language.

Mentions of violence. Reader discretion is advised.

Words: 1500

Notes: I quite like War and Peace. I think having Natasha here as a reference is really good, as it shows the twists in perspective.

Chad has known many debauched desires in his life, brought upon by affluenza, male hormones, youth, and little regard to his fellow man, but he had never estimated what pleasure it would be to lay on her lap beneath the shadow of an old oak tree standing in the grounds.

Just him and Barbara, and the book she was reading. Sunlight broke through the gaps in the leaves as they swayed in the wind, tickled his skin while the breeze refreshed him. Even if this is not a life that he feels that he could live forever, he sure hoped it would not end soon.

“Read to me?” He asked softly, a puppy-like quality to his demeanour.

Her expression turned sour for a moment before she shook her head, taking a deep breath, turning another page.

“It’s Russian realist prose, Chad. You wouldn’t like it.” She responded in between reading.

The football player huffed. I like everything you tell me, he wanted to say. It threatened to spill out, but he refrained, wondering if she would catch on to the subliminal meaning he put into it. She would, he wagers, as she is a lot smarter than he is.

It was true, was it not? Barbie liked to tell him what to do, and she is prone to send him on errands, fluttering her eyelashes at him as she told him what she wanted but could not have. Pity her, after all, with a wicked stepmother and a weak-willed father, who lost her scholarship in a corruption scandal, who has to survive on charity of others.

She wanted some fancy signature coffee here, a new book there. Some sweets, perhaps, or décor for the dorm room she shares with Trish. Jewels for her mother that she never sent, and alcohol for her father that she drank with her friends instead.

No matter what, if it was just that, Chad was happy to supply her, least she goes to someone else for it. He knows she had other ways of getting what she wants out of men, between that bastard Sutty, Officer Helms, Mr. Montgomery and Dean Monroe. The moments that he spends with her in return every few weeks or so is enough to still his hunger for a while, and he would not want to abdicate a single kernel of it.

How long would he be able to contain himself, though? Even if he was just a means to an end, Chad really loved Barbara. She is aware of it, which is why she used him so much. It might be castrating to submit himself in this way, but he could not bring it over himself to deny her a wish when she came to him as if he was her saviour. Even if, when he makes plans for the two of them, she cancels more than actually shows up, he could not be angry at her when she eventually fulfils her debts and asks him out for a walk or a party or a poetry session at the Student Union.

Times like those gave him enough fuel to carry on, to keep humouring her with his power and wealth as she desired. If not for his stand in society, she would probably not bat an eyelash at him, but he had rich parents and no siblings, and for that, she liked keeping him close.

For every good deed he did for her, Chad felt validated when she hugged him or kissed his cheek or, although rare, let him lay in her lap and nap for a while.

Even if he was aware of her intentions, he loved Barbie enough to overlook her playing with his feelings and using him. For how long, though? How long would he be able to keep it up? He wanted so much more, her attention and affection, he wants everything, and he wants it all for himself. He wanted it unconditionally, not just because she felt like paying him with it in exchange for anything else.

“You look mad, Barbs.” He noted, one eye open to watch her reaction.

Indeed, the corners of her mouth dropped as she heaved a long sigh, partly in annoyance, as he was interrupting her reading time. It must have been so uncomfortable for her to have him lay on her legs for hours just so she would please him for a bit. The price she had to pay…

“There’s just someone bothering me. It’s this group of juniors that keep spreading gossip and stuff like that. You know, they say I only use you and shit.” She puts the book aside to look at him ruefully. “You wouldn’t believe these rumours, would you?”

The football captain countered the self-pity she deceivingly assumed for herself with a smile, shaking his head. “Of course not, babe. I know that you love me for real.”

Chad might not be the brightest bulb in the shed, but he was well-raised and well-bred. He was taught to lie, and to do it well. He talks as if he wasn’t the one trying to sully her reputation around the university, and unless she catches him in the act, for all her intellect, she would not be able to figure him out.

It is all part of his plan, after all. If someone believes these rumours, Barbie would only have him to save her honour. Even so, no-one likes to stick around people who used others for their own gain. He is sure that ragtag group of friends of hers will soon disappear. At least Trish and Bryce would vamoose, as would April and Thomas. Once the story has festered, who would she turn to with all the will she had to give? He expects it would be him.

Barbara seemed surprised as he suddenly got up, the wind rustling through the leaves above them and flipping over the pages of the book she was reading.

“Do you want them dead?” He asks, point blank.

His words did not seem to reach her at first, as she remained quiet, her mouth opening much before she had processed the meaning behind his question.

“W-What...?” She eventually mumbled.

Their eyes met, serious intent shining in his. However, as spontaneously as the question had dropped into her life, the boy grinned again mischievously, plopping back down in her lap and shook his head.

“Just kidding!” He laughs, good-naturedly. “Can you imagine?”

“Oh...” The blond girl laughs nervously, clearly finding no humour in his joke.

The surprise and shock in her face was a welcome change in expression to what she usually wore around him. In fact, it probably was one of the sincerest showcases of feelings he had ever seen on her face.

“They can die all they want, I don’t care. They’re stupid.” She said as she tried to save herself, noticing him still watching her.

Putting on a tough act is not going to save her now, as it only made Chad realize how much more he wanted to see of her. Perhaps true love and sincere affection are not something she could ever show him, perhaps the sort of love that he first wanted is not in his reach, no matter what he does. However, it was a start to know that she could still experience the horror that he had to offer.

“Fine, then. I’ll go kill them now.” He said, unbothered by what he was talking about.

His casual tone failed to convey the horrifying implications of what he was proposing to do. As if it was yet again just an expensive gift that he was buying her, just a trinket of his affections. It would not hurt him, he has ways around any consequence for his actions, and he was happy to provide it if she benefitted from it.

Rocking himself upwards, he hesitated before standing up, instead reaching his hand out towards Barbara and pulling her close by her chin.

“Anything for you, babe.” He breathed against her lips, stealing the first kiss between the two before getting up and walking away.

All hell would break loose when he presents her with the heads of the students that he hired to spread the rumours about her. However, throwing a glance over his shoulder back to her utterly confused and flabbergasted form beneath the oak tree, he deemed it well worth the hassle.

Chad could not wait for her reputation to be buried with the bodies of the people he killed and the face she would make when no one believed she that he, the champion football captain, well-liked and respected throughout Sugardale, murdered so cruelly those poor and innocent souls.

In fact, he could not wait for all the emotions that Barbie would show him soon when he was the only one to still stick around her. He could not wait to see the face she would make when she realises her only friend left is the one she fears.

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