#dean would just be like ‘right well it’s your turn to pick the movie’ and then they’d watch mean girls or something

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Bullies

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

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: your big brothers are there to pick up the pieces after bullies come after you.

New schools were hard, and usually you dreaded walking into one. Not today, though. Today you were excited.

Why the change?

Well, this time, you were going to be able to stay at the school, maybe even for the whole year and beyond. Your brothers and you had moved into the Man of Letters bunker, and it seemed like you were there to stay. That meant no switching schools every few weeks. You would actually be able to make friends and keep them. You’d get a life here, you had a home now.

Needless to say, you were on cloud nine.

You didn’t know then, but you were about to be knocked off it.

…

In your anxious/excited hurry to get to your class on time, you weren’t paying as much attention as you should have been to where you were going, and in your rush your shoulder jostled a large boy at least two grades older than you.

“Oh, sorry,” you called over your shoulder, too intent on your forward motion to bother stopping.

“Hey!” You felt a large, meaty hand grip your shoulder and before you knew what was happening you were thrown back into the row of hard metal lockers.

You gasped in surprise, looking up to see the boy sneering at you.

“How about you watch where you’re going?”

Your good mood deflated a little in your annoyance.

“I apologized, there’s no need to get pushy,” you tried to walk away from him, but he wasn’t having it. He shoved you back against the lockers, and you winced when your head hit the cool metal.

“How about you show some respect here, you runt,” he growled.

“Who do you think you are?” You scoffed. This mouth breather had no right to go around demanding respect from his peers.

“What did you say to me?” You were shocked to feel your feet rise off the ground as the guy lifted you by your collar. “I’m the guy who can make your life a living nightmare, that’s who. I run this school, runt, and you’d do well to remember that. You’re just some new brat, you got no power here, understand?”

You stayed defiantly silent, lifting your chin and barely resisting the urge to spit in his face.

He raised one meaty hand, and before you knew what was happening you heard a harsh slap, followed by a ringing in your ears. Your cheek stung where the guy had slapped you, and you were dazed for a moment.

“I asked you a question, runt,” he pulled you away from the lockers only to slam you against them again. You were just starting to think that maybe you should give up your “normal” facade, and show this guy how a Winchester fights, when you noticed a whole group of boys, just as big and brawny, if not more. They were right behind the guy, and they all wore identical jerseys.

The football team.

Of all the douchebags you could’ve pissed off at this school, you had to get the guy who had the whole football team at his back.

“I understand,” you mumbled.

Your cheek burned when he slapped you again.

“What was that, runt? Speak up!”

“I said I understand!”

The pressure at your collar disappeared, and you dropped to the ground. You were just turning to go when your books were slammed out of your hands by one of the boy’s friends.

You know those scenes in movies where the bullies walk away, and some mysterious new friend helps the victim pick up their books?

Yeah, that didn’t happen.

Instead, the bullies lingered, and you felt your face burn hot with shame as a few of them laughed as you knelt to pick up your books. They got bored after a moment or two, and one of them even kicked the side of your head as they walked past you, still laughing.

Your hands were shaking, and you sucked in a breath when you saw a few tears drip onto your fallen books. You gathered your stuff quickly and rushed to your classroom, and your heart sank when you saw that all the back row seats were taken. You desperately needed to find a corner to hide in, but it was impossible.

You settled your stuff in the middle of the front row and ducked your head down, determined to stay below the radar for the rest of the day.

“Hello class,” the middle aged male teacher greeted, and he was rewarded with a few mumbled responses. Unperturbed, he continued. “We have a new student today. Y/N Winchester, would you like to share a bit about yourself?”

Crap.

Without another option, you rose unsteadily to your feet, keeping your head ducked low just in case your beating had left marks on your face.

“I-I…um…” you fumbled for the right words. In the melee of the past few minutes, you had forgotten the speech you had rehearsed just in case this moment came. You couldn’t exactly tell your life story, at least not most of it. “My-my name is Y/N.”

Come on, say more!

You were thrown off even more when you heard a couple of students giggle as the teacher said-

“Yes, yes we know. Anything else?”

“I-um…I live with my brothers,” you took a deep breath, fishing for anything else to say. “We moved around a lot, but we-we’re here now.” You cringed inwardly. Of course you were here now, they knew that!

“Alright, well we’re glad to have you,” you were relieved at his clear invitation to sit back down, and you took it without hesitation. The rest of class, and even the next few classes, passed without incident.

The day could not continue that way, unfortunately.

Came lunch time, the guy—Brock, you learned was his name (how cliche)—returned to torment you, and he’d brought four buddies with him. Thankfully, he didn’t hurt you this time, but he did steal the few dollars you’d brought to buy lunch.

You didn’t doubt that you could’ve stopped him, you probably could’ve taken out one or two of his friends with him, but not the whole group. So, you let him walk away, your money clutched triumphantly in his massive fist.

You thought about going to the lunchroom, but the idea of wandering around with no food and no friends to sit with was too exhausting to even think about, so instead you found an empty classroom and worked on homework until the bell rang.

You ended the school day exhausted, hungry, and completely defeated. If this was how the first day went, how would the rest of the year be? Just more of the same torment? You couldn’t imagine a silver lining to this, and the constant thrumming in your head was a constant reminder of how the bullies weren’t afraid of the consequences of physically hurting you.

The moment the last bell rang, you snatched up your bag and made a beeline for the parking lot. You figured the team must be busy with football practice or something, because you didn’t run into them in the hallways on the way out.

Dean was already waiting in the Impala when you arrived, a big grin on his face as he waved casually at you.

You ignored his greeting, sliding into the passengers seat and closing the door, making sure to keep your head down and facing the window.

“Was the first day ok?” He asked, not yet noticing your mood.

You simply nodded. You were pretty sure you hadn’t spoken a word since this morning, and you were too exhausted to speak now.

Dean finally noticed your silence.

“Cat got your tongue?”

At your shrug, he frowned.

“Kid come on, what’s up?”

You continued to stare in silence out the window, biting your tongue so hard that you tasted blood. You knew that if you tried to talk, you would cry. The best you could hope for would be to keep the tears at bay until you could hide in your room.

The second the Impala pulled up to the bunker, you rushed out, not looking back as you made your way to your room. When you got there, after brushing past a confused Sam, you locked your door and tossed your backpack on the floor, heading straight for your bed where you pulled your pillow to your chest and finally let your tears fall.

Once you started, you found it almost impossible to stop, and before you knew it you were finding it hard to breathe as you choked on your sobs.

…

���Where’d she go?” Dean asked as he stepped into the bunker. Sam, still confused, gestured to your room.

“She just ran right in there, didn’t say anything. Do you know what’s up?”

Dean shook his head, frustrated.

“She didn’t say a word the whole ride home, I don’t know what happened.”

“Should we…” Sam glanced at your locked door.

“Worth a shot I guess,” Dean stepped up to your door, knocking gently. “Sweetheart? Hey, can you let me in?”

It was silent for a long moment.

Dean frowned, “Kid, if you don’t answer me I’m gonna think something’s wrong, and I will pick this lock.”

Nothing.

“Wait, do you hear that?” Sam leaned closer to the door, and Dean followed his lead.

“Is she crying?” Dean whispered, not that he had to ask. The sound coming from your room was self explanatory.

“That’s it,” Dean said, pulling out his lock pick kit and going to work on the lock. Sam grabbed his arm.

“Are you sure-“

“She hasn’t said a single word, Sam. I think it’s about time we find out what’s-“ the click of the lock silenced them both.

“Honey, last chance. I’m coming in.”

Silence.

“Ok,” Dean sighed, and eased your door open.

The sight in front of them broke the brothers’ hearts.

Dean was the first to approach you, head buried in your pillow as you struggled to breathe between sobs. When he saw how much you were struggling, he abandoned his slow approach and rushed to your side, pulling your head away from the pillow to give you more room to breathe while his other hand came up to rub your back.

“Baby, you’ve gotta breathe, ok? Just take a deep breath, you can do it.”

Slowly but surely, your sobs subsided, and you were able to take full, deep breaths. Dean was so busy worried about your breathing that it took Sam pointing it out for him to notice the bruise forming on your cheek, and the small cut on your lip.

“Honey who did that?” Dean spoke the words through gritted teeth, and regretted it when he saw you flinch at his sudden change in tone.

“I fell,” you whimpered, burying your head against your pillow again.

“Don’t lie to me,” Dean struggled to control his anger. It wasn’t you he was angry at, after all.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“What? Of course it matters, you-“ Dean broke off when Sam pulled him out of earshot. “What?”

“Look, now’s not the time for an interrogation. We can ask her about that after, but I don’t think this is what she needs now.”

Dean glared at his brother for several seconds, before taking another glance at you and relenting. You looked exhausted, and this conversation could wait. For now.

“Fine, but-“

Dean stopped again when he heard your stomach give an angry grumble. He returned his attention to you, coming to stand by the side of your bed.

“Honey, did you eat today?”

You shook your head, and it took all of Dean’s restraint to keep from asking questions about that.

“Sam, can you…”

Sam just nodded and walked away to find you some food. As soon as he was gone, Dean climbed up on your bed next to you and pulled you into his arms.

He was relieved to feel you finally relax, releasing your tension and sinking completely into his embrace.

“Not a great first day, huh?” He said quietly.

“No,” he could hear the way your throat caught, and you hiccuped as a few more tears slid out, wetting his shirt.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he started to rock gently back and forth, and was rewarded by you burrowing further into his chest. He cradled the back of your head with one hand, rubbing circles along your back with the other.

“How about we just stay right here tonight, ok? Sam can bring us some ice cream, and you can pick out a movie. How’s that sound?”

He felt you moving around in his arms, and he smiled as one of your hands shot out and grabbed a book by your nightstand.

“Can you read this to me?”

Dean hesitantly picked up the book. He wasn’t big on reading, and he wasn’t sure if he was the best narrator, but if that’s what you wanted…

“Yeah, of course baby,” he settled back against the headrest, and you positioned yourself on top of his chest and closed your eyes.

“Hey, honey?”

You hummed.

“Will you please tell me everything that happened today, later?”

Your eyes popped open, and you stared at him for a long moment before slowly nodding.

“Later,” you promised quietly, and he smiled.

“Thank you, baby. You know I’m only asking because I wanna help, right?”

You nodded again, and settled back down, staring expectantly at the book.

Dean wrapped his arm around you and began to read.

When Sam returned a while later with food, he found the two of you fast asleep, your book resting on Dean’s chest as it slowly rose and fell, his breathing in sync with yours.

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[hunterscabin]

First Date

Summary: The reader reveals to Dean that she is nervous about a night out with a Lebanon local after being assaulted by the last man she dated. Dean offers to accompany her undercover, and the feelings they’ve been hiding from each other are revealed.

Pairings: Dean x Reader 

Warnings: Brief mention of previous sexual assault; mild pining; fluff.

Word Count: 1.4k

Dean reached your room just in time to watch a tweed skirt cross his eyeline in midair. He followed its path and found you buried in your closet. Dean leaned against the doorframe and smiled. You tossed another piece of clothing, and it fell to the floor among, what appeared to be, your entire wardrobe. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the scene.

“She’s adorable when she’s flustered,” he thought.  

At the sound of Dean’s laughter, you leaned out of the closet.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to watch a movie, but you’re clearly busy,” he joked.

You let out a sigh that landed somewhere between frustration and exhaustion.  

“I have a date.”

“A date?” Dean questioned, sounding more surprised than intended.

“Yes, Dean. A date. I’m not that undesirable.” you teased, stepping toward your mirror. You held a dress against your frame, cocking your head to the side.

“Of course you’re desirable, Y/N.” Dean awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “Hunters just don’t usually date. One night stands? Sure. But an actual dress up, get dinner, talk about your life date? Not so much.”

“He’s not a hunter.” you corrected. “It’s Matthew.”

“Ah, yes. Matthew.” A huge grin spread across Dean’s face.

Matthew managed the local general store, and he’d been infatuated with you since the moment you arrived in Lebanon. Sam and Dean loved going on supply runs with you, if only to watch Matthew fawn and fumble in your presence. It was fodder for many of their jokes and a constant source of teasing.

“He finally wore you down, huh?”

Dean crossed the room and settled on the edge of your bed. He picked up a rejected blouse lying next to him, and it took all of his willpower not to lift the shirt to his face so that he could catch his favorite scent in the world: you. Much like Matthew, Dean only had eyes for the woman before him. You met the Winchesters during a witch hunt in Louisiana. Impressed with your skills and knowledge, the boys knew you’d be a valuable asset, and they invited you to call the bunker home. After some reluctance, you surrendered your independent nature and joined the brothers in Lebanon. Dean had been attracted to you from the start, but his fondness only grew, once you moved in. He loved your confidence and loyalty and the way you looked holding a gun. Dean knew he had feelings for you, but he hadn’t realized just how far he’d fallen until tonight. In no other circumstance would he be this jealous of an underdog like Matthew.

“Where’s he taking you?” Dean asked, trying to sound apathetic.

“The Italian place in town.”

“He’s really pulling out all the stops!”

“Don’t make fun.” you chastised, holding up another dress. “You know I only said yes to appease him.”

“You seem pretty nervous for someone going on a pity date.” Dean noted.

“Excuse me?” you eyed him.

“Your hands are shaking.”

You looked down and noticed that Dean was right. Pre-date jitters were the norm for you, but after a particularly grabby suitor, you were a little more than skittish around new men. It’s why you agreed to go out with Matthew in the first place; you knew he was harmless. Still, your body betrayed your confidence.

“Yeah, well, the last time I went on a date, the guy turned out to be…” you paused, carefully choosing the right phrasing, knowing how Dean might react.

“A monster?” Dean interrupted. “We’ve all been there. Just ask Jody.”

“If only you knew.” you thought.

“No he…”

Silence filled the room as you struggled to find words. Dean looked up to see you fidgeting with the collar of the dress in your hands and immediately became aware of what you were trying to say. You could practically hear his fists and jaw clenching.

“He tried to force himself on me.” you confirmed.

Unable to look at Dean, you busied yourself with putting the dress back on its hanger.

To your surprise, Dean’s body relaxed. He stood up, closing the space between you, and pulled you into a comforting hug. He placed one hand on your lower back and the other gently held your head to his chest. After a moment, he leaned down, placing a kiss on the crown of your head.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

You smiled as you slowly pulled away. You didn’t want to dwell on bad memories, so you put on a brave face.

“You know I kicked his ass.”

Dean smirked, holding you at arm’s length. “That’s my girl.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “My girl.” Ever since joining the boys, you were head over heels for Dean. He enchanted you with his strength and resourcefulness. You loved the way he selflessly looked after you and Sam, and you couldn’t help but swoon every time he licked those perfect  lips. So many times you wanted to exclaim your feelings, but you always decided against it, never knowing if he felt the same. You turned toward your closet, hiding your now rosy cheeks from Dean.

“I’m just being silly.” you shook your head. “Not all men are monsters.”

“You’re not being silly, Y/N/N. What you went through…” Dean trailed off, not wanting to upset you.

“You know what?” he asked, changing the subject. “I’ve got a taste for a plate of spaghetti and a full bodied Cabernet.”

Dean’s comment caused you to whip around.

“What?” you questioned.

“Why don’t I go in as back up?” he offered.

“Dean.” you reasoned. “We both know he wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“I’ll keep quiet at a corner table,” he promised. “And if anything happens, you just say the word, and I’ll destroy the guy.”

You looked to the older Winchester, who had clearly made up his mind, and conceded.

“It might be nice to have a familiar face nearby.”

Dean leaned down and kissed your cheek, clearly excited about his scheme. Maybe he did care for you after all.

“Give me three minutes to get dressed!”

He was almost to the hallway when you called his name.

“Dean?” He turned, placing a hand on the doorknob. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” Dean winked before closing the door behind him.

The date went as well as one could expect. There were many questions about family and work, and you skillfully avoided them all. Every so often you’d lock eyes with Dean, who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying his voyeuristic adventure, of which your date was blissfully unaware. Matthew was cute, attentive, and chivalrous; if you were any other woman, he’d be a catch. But when all was said and done, there was absolutely no chemistry. Standing outside of the restaurant at the end of the date, you were thankful that the cold winter temperature didn’t allow for loitering. You said a quick goodbye to Matthew, thanking him for dinner with a kiss on the cheek, and sent him on his way. As you watched him drive off, Dean joined you on the sidewalk.

“How was it?” he asked.

“I don’t think we’re a match.” you said plainly.

“I’ll say.” Dean scoffed. “He drives a Prius.”

You laughed, playfully whacking him with your purse.

Dean unlocked and opened the passenger door for you before getting in himself. He turned on the car and cranked the heat. You were surprised when, instead of putting Baby in gear, he shifted toward you.

“You okay?” Dean questioned. “He didn’t try anything, did he?”

“No.” you confirmed, your heart fluttering at Dean’s protectiveness. “He was a perfect gentleman. We just didn’t have that spark.”

Dean nodded before reaching over to place his hand on top of yours.

“Thank you for telling me, Y/N/N.” Dean’s voice was quiet.  

“Thank you for listening. And for coming with me.”

There was a comfortable stillness in the car. You felt safe with Dean.

“Why did you come?” you questioned timidly.

“I don’t like when my girl is scared.”

There it was again. “My girl.”  

Dean leaned in and pressed a kiss to your temple. His lips lingered longer than usual. When he pulled away, you saw in his eyes what you felt in your heart.

“You deserve so much, Y/N.” His face lingered close to yours.

Dean didn’t want to take advantage, so he held his stance, putting you in control. You leaned forward, pausing to make sure that this was what he wanted, before ghosting your lips over his. At your invitation, he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. The feeling of his body against yours was pure ecstasy. After a few minutes, you pulled a way to catch your breath. You smiled as Dean rested his forehead against yours.

“That was…” you breathed, at a loss for words.

“That was a great first date.”

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[asterias-record-shop]

oohhh maybe spencer reid for bingo with a sugar mommy with number 9 i feel like that’s fitting for him👀😳

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—𓆩[six months]𓆪—

𓆩[main masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[request/ask me something!]𓆪 𓆩[updated bingo card!]𓆪 𓆩[bingo masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[join the bingo taglist!]𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Sugar Baby! Spencer Reid x Sugar Mommy! Fem! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.8K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Spencer truly didn’t know he was a sugar baby until Derek told him. At first, he just thought your love language was gift giving, but then Derek made an extremely good point, and that made him think. Was he just a sugar baby to you, or was it something more, like he wanted it to be?

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing & foul language || Spencer is adorably oblivious || Morgan and Garcia are literally goals, i love them so much- || you have texture issues because I have texture issues || set during season 11 before Morgan leaves but I’m imagining Spence in his prison look because it’s fine as fuck || kind of dom spencer and sub reader || oral || cum eating || 69 || subspace || begging || slight degradation || lots of praise!! || creampie || 

“Ah, pretty boy’s got that smile on his face!” Derek grinned as he passed by Spencer’s desk, the younger male quickly turning off his phone and setting it face down on the desk. “Is it her?”

“It actually-”

“Her? Who’s her?!” Emily was running over, Garcia right on her heels.

“She’s-”

“Beautiful!” Garcia filled in, peaking over Spencer’s shoulder. “Oh my god, she is so pretty!”

“Who is?” JJ walked over, sliding her phone into her back pocket as Spencer blushed, looking away. “Oh my god, does Spencer Reid have a girlfriend?”

“Hell yeah he does,” Derek laughed, leaning back in his chair. “What did you say her name was again, pretty boy?”

“Her name is Y/N, we’re planning on having a movie marathon tonight. Her pick was the How to Train Your Dragon movies, so we’re going to go to her house and watch them. Did you Chris Sanders and Dean DeBlois weren’t the original directors? The-”

Garcia giggled. “Does she sit through your little fact rants too?”

Spencer smiled, nodding. “I think she likes them, actually. A few nights ago, we went out to eat and Monte Cristos and-”

“Monte Cristos?” Rossi walked down the stairs, groaning. “Their pasta is to die for from there. I haven’t had the chance to meet the owner quite yet, but I’ve heard she’s a very kind and beautiful young lady.”

“Oh, yeah, Y/N is amazing!” Spencer smiled widely, Rossi smiling widely.

“Well I’ll be damned, our boy is dating a millionaire!” Rossi is laughing, walking over as Derek sits up.

“What do you mean, a millionaire?” 

“Guys, I have someone I want you to meet,” Hotch announces, clenching his hand out at them. “Now, please.”

“We’re getting back to your millionaire girlfriend in a minute, pretty boy.” JJ ruffled his hair making him basically pout, quickly sending you a text.

Spencer 11:43am

I need to go, the team and I have to meet someone. Can’t wait until tonight, I love you.

He slid his phone back into his pocket, humming as he stood and Garcia hooked arms with him. “Why did I not know you had a girlfriend, Spencer Reid?!”

“I mean, we’ve been together for a while, but we’ve just… kept it on the downlow.” He shrugged, fixing the sweater you had gotten him.

He knew how dangerous his job was, and with the amount you were in the media, it would be easy to make you a target. As much as he didn’t want to think about it, you were the perfect target, even though you were a high-level risk person to do anything to.

“Well, I want to meet her! Does she like coffee? We can go get coffee, or, or! We can go get drinks.” She’s grinning, wiggling her brows up at him making Emily laugh.

“Oh, come on, Spence! Why would you keep this from us?!” She’s smiling widely, clapping her hands. “How long have you guys been together?”

“One year, two months and twenty-seven days.”

“That long and you didn’t tell us?!” JJ basically yelled, covering her mouth. “Spencer!”

“You never asked!”

“Guys, this is Y/N L/N,” Hotch introduces you, gesturing toward where you stood in front of the main TV. “She has just made a… very generous donation to the BAU.”

There you stood, dressed fucking beautiful as always, wearing a black pencil skirt and a pretty mauve button down that you tucked into the pencil skirt. You were at the head of the table with no surprise, your heels giving you a few extra inches of height.

“I never knew that the BAU could receive donations…” Garcia spoke, letting go of Spencer as you smiled at her.

“You normally don’t,” you respond, giggling. “But I pulled some strings. I was able to give your jet some new upgrades, got all of your computers up to date with the best, all of your FBI equipment such as vests, guns that are suited to each of you, such as a new SIG-Sauer P226R - of course fitted with a Streamlight attachment - for SSA Morgan, two Glock 19s of course for SSAs Prentiss and Jareau, along with Glock 26s for backups, a Springfield Custom for SSA Rossi and of course, a Smith & Wesson revolver for Dr. Reid. I’m aware that Agent Garcia isn’t a gun girl, but,” you giggled as you bent down and grabbed a small box, walking over. “This job is dangerous and you should be protected.”

Garcia gasps, staring down at the box. “Oh I love gifts, and it’s a pink box, can I open the pink bedazzled box?”

“Yes, please open the pink bedazzled box.” You giggled, Spencer inhaling deeply as Garcia opened the box. “My friend owns a company that makes sure people stay safe while being pretty.”

“It’s a taser!” She gasped, grabbing the bejeweled protection device. “Oh my gosh, and it has diamonds- are they real diamonds?!”

“They’re actually pink amethyst, someone… persuaded me from getting real diamonds, as they said amethyst fit you more,” you answer, eyes flickering over to Spencer who blushed slightly. “And I have to agree.”

“Oh I like her.” She says making everyone laugh, Hotch’s eyes flickering between you and Spencer.

“I think we should leave Reid and Y/N alone for a few minutes,” Hotch spoke, his lips firmly pressed together to hide a smile as you grab the boxes and start handing them out. “Thank you, Y/N. I really do appreciate the gift.”

“It’s nothing, really,” you giggled, watching as they slowly started walking out and Spencer slowly stepped forward. “And this is for you, Dr. Reid.”

“I uhm… thank you, Y/N,” he whispers as Derek was the last to leave, closing the door with a quick wink at the younger man. “Thank you, really.”

“I thought you would need a new one,” you whisper, slowly opening the box and pulling his hand to the grip and smiling. “I got it engraved for you.”

He smiled when he saw the longitude and latitude lines of where you both first met, fingers slowly trailing over the wood. “It’s beautiful,” he whispered, slowly setting it down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “You’re beautiful. Did you… did you mean to not tell me you were coming?”

“It was a surprise,” you whisper back, smiling before your phone starts to ring. “Oh, I’m so sorry honey, I need to go. I’ll see you tonight?”

“Y-Yeah, that sounds good,” he whispered, slowly putting down the case and humming. “Can I uhm… hold your hands?”

You giggle. “There’s no reason to ask me that anymore, Spencer. We’ve been dating for over a year now, you don’t have to ask.”

“But I like to.” He responded, slipping his hands into yours and pressing a firm kiss to your lips. “Except when it’s like that… I love to kiss you, sweetheart, I love you.”

“I love it when you kiss me, my darling,” you whisper back, your hands pushing into his hair as you pull him down. “I love you.”

“I… I love you too.” He finally whispers back, pressing another soft kiss to your lips. “I’ll see you tonight?”

“You will,” you respond, giggling. “I have to go cut the ribbon at the new restaurant. We can go eat there tomorrow?”

“Sure, that sounds good.” He squeezed your hands again, smiling. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Spence. I love you.” You pressed another kiss to his cheek, squeezing his hand. “I’ll see you tonight! Text me when you’re done with work, I’ll pick you up.”

“Sounds good.” He smiled as you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek and walked out, waving at everyone and saying a quick goodbye to the profilers who pretended they were doing something outside of the conference room. “So… you’ve met Y/N… what do you think?”

“About the fact you’re a sugar baby?” Derek grinned, crossing his arm as Penelope pressed the button on the side of the taser to turn it on, the tall man jumping. “Fuck, baby girl, you scared the shit out of me.”

“I didn’t know my chocolate thunder could get scared.” She giggled, getting it closer to his chest and pressing the button making Derek back up.

“Hey, that’s a weapon! Don’t play with those-” he yelped when she got closer, giggling. “Y/N never should’ve given you that!”

“I like it,” she says, smiling. “And her. We should go out for drinks.”

“Yeah, we should but uhm… Morgan, what do you mean by a uhm… ‘sugar baby’?”

“Oh my goodness, Spence has a sugar mommy! I want a sugar mommy, damn.” Emily mumbled, crossing her arms.

“What is that?”

“It’s basically when woman who is very financially well off gets a person who is most often younger and gives them expensive gifts or cash in return for companionship,” JJ explains, shrugging before everyone actually looked at Spencer, his head tucked low and his hair falling into his face as he stared down at the engraved revolver. “B-But uhm… maybe her love language is just gift giving, right guys?”

“Right!” Emily agreed, nodding. “Sh-She probably just… y’know, uhm… likes to give you gifts.”

Spencer wasn’t really paying attention to their attempts to salvage their words, his lips pursed. Was that all he was to you? A sugar baby? Were you just giving him this stuff in return for his companionship? You both had sex often, not that it was something Reid particularly gloated about, but it was definitely more than a regular couple, especially after you gave him a gift. You wouldn’t do that though, right?

All of the ‘I love you’s you both shared that weren’t able to be left unsaid after he said it first, the longing touches, the embraces after making love? What you both did wasn’t even sex, it was the literal form of how in love you both were. It wasn’t fake, right?

“Hey, Reid.” Derek stepped forward, waving a hand in front of his face. “It was just a joke, man. Don’t think too much about it, she seems really sweet, and super in love with you. Remember it’s just a joke, okay?”

Spencer nodded slightly, sending him a tight lipped smile toward him before raising his hand. “I uhm… is there anything else for me to do here? If not, I think I’m going to go home for the rest of the day.”

“N-No, I think we’ve got it, Spence,” JJ cleared her throat, inhaling deeply as Spencer nodded. “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine, just want to go home. See you tomorrow.” He smiled, offering a wave as they watched him go down the stairs and walk out.

“I think we might’ve ruined something.”

That night, Spencer didn’t go to your house like you wanted him to for your How to Train your Dragon movie marathon. You both were going to watch it exactly in order, series included besides the ones that came to the future, but it was just not something he wanted to do right now.

He wrapped himself in the blanket you had gotten him, the fabric one that reminded him of your home, where you had texture issues and only had a few choice fabrics allowed in your home. Being buried under the mountains of blankets was nice and safe, the only thing on his mind was all of your gifts that he had on display that he loved, collectors editions of his favorite books and such.

Was that all he was to you? What Morgan called him - a sugar baby that returned gifts with pleasure?

His thoughts blurred, a soft groan leaving his mouth as he squeezed his eyes shut – there were too many thoughts going through his head that he didn’t even hear the door open and close.

“Spence? Spencer, are you okay? Baby, what’s wrong?” Your hands pushed back his hair, a sharp inhale making your eyes meet his.

“Am I just a sugar baby to you?”

You paused, tilting your head. “You want to be my sugar baby?”

“What? No- what did you hear?” He asked, flinching as you pushed back the blanket and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his nose.

“That you want to be my sugar baby? Why would you want that, I give you gifts because I like to…” you pause, shaking your head. “Do you uhm… want more gifts? I can do that.”

“What? No, no! I just uhm… Morgan said that you were my ‘sugar mommy’.”

“Well, that’s how it started out, remember?” You say, smiling as you stroked back his hair. “That contract you signed at the beginning?”

He paused, tilting his head slightly, nodding. “Yes, but I thought that… it was because of how your lifestyle was-” he was mumbling, going through his mind whenever he read through it, gasping. “I signed a sugar mommy contract.”

“That had to be renewed every six months,” you whisper, hands rubbing his thighs. “How many times have you signed that same contract, darling?”

“Once.”

“So are you my sugar baby or my boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend.”

“Are you going to stay my boyfriend?”

“Yes.”

You smiled, stroking his face. “Did that make you uncomfortable? Thinking of yourself as a sugar baby?”

“What made me uncomfortable was the fact that we have sex a lot,” he mumbles, looking up to see your fall. “N-No, not like that, I love having sex with you, a lot, but it’s always after gifts and JJ said sugar babies give companionship in response to gifts so I-”

“Thought that I wanted sex in return for gifts?” You filled in, your hands continuing to rub his thighs making his stomach twist, sparks running up his spine. “I’m sorry I made you think that. Do you not want gifts anymore, I just-”

“No,” Spencer whispered, his cock already twitching as you stared up at him, eyes wide and looking so innocent - he just had to do something. “I want to have sex without giving gifts. Sex is my gift to you, would you like that?”

“N-Not if it makes you uncomfortable-”

“You think sex with you makes me uncomfortable?” He was already unzipping his pants, lifting himself up as he pushed off the blankets, his body way too hot now. “Sweetheart, I could never stop thinking about having sex with you.”

“Wh-What do you want me to do?” It was stupid, asking that whenever he was already pumping his cock in front of you, cum already dribbling from his tip down his shaft.

“You’ve always known how to use that pretty mouth, sweetheart, can you do it for me-?” He couldn’t even finish before you pulled his cock into your mouth, a loud groan falling from his mouth as your mouth enveloped his cock. One of your hands pumped his cock as the other cupped and squeezed his balls, your mouth bobbing on his shaft as you hollowed out your cheeks.

You could feel your eyes roll back as his cock pushed down the back of your throat, soft gags falling from your mouth as his hand held the back of your head, threading through your hair to guide you up and down his cock. Your mouth was hot and wet, covering his cock in your saliva as you continued to gag on his length, attempting to relax your throat as he pushed you down so your nose was against his pelvis.

His cock was always kept neat and groomed, a small bush of hair pressed against the tip of your nose, your tongue attempting to swirl around his length as you choked slightly, inhaling through your nose. He smelt like peppermint and sage, a special body wash that was expensive that was suited for his sensitive skin, the smell something you often connected to him.

You gasped as he pulled you off his cock, watching his length bob before he pushed back your hair, his hand settling on your cheek as his thumb pulled down your swollen, shiny lips. “Keep going.”

It wasn’t something up for discussion, nodding as you grabbed the rubber band around your wrist, pulling your hair back into a ponytail until he held your chin. “Come up here.”

You looked at him confused, starting to stand before he lifted you up, gasping as he walked with you toward his room, easily opening the door and setting you on the bed. He watched you bounce on his mattress as he stripped himself, your hands immediately moving to take off your own clothes before he pushed you onto your back, holding your hips as his mouth pressed firm kisses to your lips, his mouth hot as his tongue pushed into your mouth.

Your hands push back his hair, the slight stubble on his face rubbing against your own as he moves to pull you closer. It made your mind blur in confusion when he pulled away, eyes dark as he scanned your face, a grin finding its way to his lips. “Get on top of me.”

It made you confused before he laid onto his back, softly patting his mouth. “Right on here, sweetheart.”

You gulp, slowly crawling over his face before he hummed.

“Other way.”

“Y-Yes,” you whisper, slowly turning around on top of him as he bucked his hips up so his cock tapped against your mouth. “Fuck, Spence.”

“Language,” he gives your cunt a soft slap, a squelch making your eyes roll back as you slowly pull his cock into your mouth, the slight arch making it slide perfectly down your throat. His cock was longer than it was thick, but it still made you choke as you bobbed up and down on his cock, pushing out your tongue as you swirl it around his tip. “Fuck yes, baby, fuck.”

You groan around his length as his lips start to press firmly against your cunt, his nimble fingers pushing into your soaked cunt easily. It makes you groan loudly, eyes rolling back as you purposely pull off of his cock enough to spit on his tip, his hips bucking as you relax your jaw and bob your head, watching the globs of spit run down his shaft.

His fingers were already knuckle deep into you, pushing and pulling as he scissored his fingers inside of you, your hips rolling into his mouth as his cock twitched in your mouth. His fingers were getting rougher, open mouth sucking and licking with a bit more force as his loud groans were muffled by your cunt against his mouth.

He was always talented with his mouth, his tongue trailing over your folds as he pushed another finger into you, rolling his fingers knuckle by knuckle as you suckle on his tip, pulling away to hear that loud pop as you pump his cock, watching as more cum dribbles from his tip. It makes you smile, your tongue flattening against his tip as you continue to pump his cock, watching it twitch in your hand as you licked up his cum.

He smiled against your cunt, his hips bucking as you held back loud moans, broken whines leaving your lips as you flatten your tongue along his shaft from the base to the tip before opening your mouth wide when his tip flushed red and he let out a loud groan against your cunt. The vibrations make your hips rut against his face, his fingers pushing into a new place inside of you that makes your eyes roll back and your stomach tighten, mind blurring as you pull his cock into your mouth.

It didn’t take him very long to follow in cumming after you, hips bucking into your mouth and filling your mouth with cum as you sucked his tip as though to get every last drop out. Your mind was still slightly hazy as you languidly hump against his face, continuing to lick his cock as though it was a melting popsicle before he blew softly into your stretched cunt, a whine leaving your mouth as he lifted you up and laid you back.

“Sp-Spence, please, please I need you.”

“Need me? Does your slutty little hole need my cock?” He raised a brow as you whimpered, squirming underneath him.

“N-No, don’t be mean please, I need you.” You whisper, your hands holding his shoulders as he smiles, immediately registering the input of your subspace. “Please? Please, Spence?”

“You need me, baby? Is your mind all floaty and hazy, darling?” He teased you, his hand holding the shaft of his cock as he slid his head up and down your slit.

A loud whine fell from your lips, hips bucking. "No, no, don't do that! I'll be good, I promise!"

He laughs, shaking his head. “You’ll be good, baby? You’re always good, always good for me. You want me to fuck this slutty little hole and fill you with cum, don’t you?”

“N-No, not slutty, j-just please…” you mumbled, eyes rolling back as he pushed into you, watching his cock slowly disappearing inside of your cunt and feeling it inside of you, your walls clamping down on his shaft as he slowly pushed into you. Your eyes rolled back, stomach twisting and turning as he held your thighs, pulling your knees over his shoulder and leaning forward. “F-Fuck!”

It was a new angle, his balls slapping against your ass as he pulled your lips to his, one hand still on your knee while the other cupped your face. “Y-Yes darling, you’re doing so good, so so good.”

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop, you feel so good inside of me.” You whined, choking as he slammed into you, your mind blurring as your stomach tightens again, mouth opening wide as his fingers delicately trail your sensitive tummy that clenched as soon as they graze your skin. “C-Cumming, cumming!”

“Cum baby, cum.”

Your eyes roll back, a rough thrust making your eyes squeeze shut just as they rolled back, a broken moan leaving your mouth as he panted above you. “W-We’re not done, darling, not done yet.”

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Ohhhh man.. I’m all about soft Simon! BUT I’m curious of what he would be like when for instance he comes back after a quite long mission (they’re in relatively early stage of relationship) and he realizes that his love has a male friend who is close to her (like, in older brother way). Like, you know, she might have some health problems and she can count on this friend. They hang out for fun etc just a strong friendship type. How would he bite this issue??

Author’s note: Simon “Ghost” Riley is boring.

You can’t figure him out just yet.

There are so many moments with him that you endure.

Sometimes he’s stoic, cold, and heartless. Then there are times where he’s warm, charming, and somewhat vulnerable with you. Not all the time, but sometimes.

There are many quiet sides to him, when he calls you over to spend the night, the small compliments he gives you,

“come on over, I can’t sleep without ya.”

“I like your hair up like that”

or “your skin is so soft.”

Then there are loud, boisterous sides to him as well, when he’s laughing at some small joke you told him, but mix up the punchline, or when he’s sneezing and scares the crap out of you.

“Shut up Simon.”

“It’s actually bless you, where are your manners?”

It’s nighttime, you’ve taken a break from being locked in his room, sitting on his couch, watching Jeepers Creepers. You’re facing the other way, in pure disgust, while he cackles at the makeup and special effects.

“It’s all for show, none of it is real.” He says as a matter of fact.

“I’ll tell ya, if you open up someone, that’s one hundred percent not how it looks.”

There’s no emotion shown at all, black fabric that spreads across his face, if he even were to smile you can’t see it. He’s covered, his balaclava covering everything but the crinkles in his eyes, no shirt, but black sweatpants and socks. His arm slung over you as he proceeds to take over half the couch, his legs spread apart.

You peer up at him. Your eyebrows are scrunched together, unwilling to believe he just told you that gutting people isn’t really what you’re watching on the screen. It looks pretty real to you. Seeing how the man was skinned alive.

He’s so bold sometimes, which you appreciate, but you could do without the honesty once in a while.

“Oh, I think you and Dean would get along well, if this is your form of entertainment.”

Dean. There’s that bloody name again. It’s the second time you’ve mentioned him today. He won’t admit he’s jealous, but it definitely rubs him the wrong way. Nothing good he feels would come from a “guy” best friend. He’s got less than a week before he leaves and you’re dropping the “other guy” bomb like he’s not there.

But he agreed on not making anything official anyway so he’s got no reason to be jealous.

He mutters, “probably who knows.”

He turns the movie off, bothered by the name, picks you up towards him, and lifts his mask up.

“Let’s get to more important things again, yeah pet?”

He lifts your shirt off, ripping your panties off your body, thrown across the room, making you rub yourself on his leg. You moan, making a mental note to try and get his number before he leaves.

“That’s a good girl, make a mess right on my leg.”

The morning after, there’s keys on the nightstand, a note saying to lock up his house. Ouch. You don’t even remember the small kiss goodbye at two in the morning.

Months pass by, he’s back at your doorstep. You weren’t sure if he was going to come back. His knocks are loud and scary, you think you’re being taken by the cops.

Sure enough a mask greets you at the door, his eyelashes filled with black, his attire in all black.

“Jesus did you have to knock so loud?”

“That’s not a proper hello…” you can hear the smile in his voice. Brat. He grabs your chin in between his fingers.

He drops his things by the couch, settling on there, and pets his lap.

“Come give me a proper hello.”

“Make yourself at home why don’t you…” you say rolling your eyes, but Jesus, he looks so good in all black. You love the way he teases you.

The rest is a blur of sloppy kisses, clothes thrown across your living room, and moans echoing throughout the floor of your building. Positions that you didn’t think he would like but he’s all game. A couple of months without your cunt is the real torture.

You’re relaxed laying on his chest, as he attempts to light a cigarette.

“DON’T smoke in my apartment.” You tell him.

Before he can even attempt to argue with you that he’s given you the best sex of your life— a knock at the door.

He looks over at you, his eyes behind the mask can sort of tell it all. Who’s knocking at your door this late into the night? You pick up your clothes and shuffle over to the door.

You’re greeted by another man.

“Dean!” You exclaim, and Simon picks up his sweatpants he discarded earlier, adjusts his mask and settles on the couch. He feels vulnerable now, he was naked laying on your couch and now Dean waltz in, interrupting your moment of bliss.

“Dean, it's not a good time, I have company over.”

Dean looks at you, smirking, like he already knows who you’re kicking him out for.

“It’s alright I’m just bringing you some of the medicine I took from work. Flu season is nasty and I’ve had a ton of adults out of it in the hospital. Just wanted to bring you some in case.”

Simon can’t help but wonder if Dean is a doctor? Is he one of the good looking doctors like on that idiotic tv show the last girl he was into had liked.

Simon steps out of the living room, and immediately holds back laughter.

Because Dean is nothing compared to him. Dean is tall but lanky. He’s got coke bottle glasses on, scrubs that have Snoopy and Woodstock on them. He’s got a cute face but Jesus the body language here is clear, Dean is not interested in you.

“Hey there, Dean. Simon.”

Your eyes widen at Dean, you’re pretty sure Simon and you are over. Dean puts his hand out and Simon almost laughs at how pathetic his handshake is.

“Good to meet you Simon… Well, I’ll get out of here.”

Dean practically leaves running away, and you peer up at Simon.

“Why’d you have to go and do that?”

“Do what, pet?”

“Scare him off like that.”

Simon cradles you from behind, asks you,

“Thought you wanted Dean and I to get along?”

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Patient Comfort

Summary - Part 7 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic)

Warnings - mentions of needles, pregnancy

Word Count: 1661

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A/N - G’day guys, I just wanna start by thanking you for all the likes, reblogs and follows since my last post, I really appreciate it. I hope you like this one too. And remember my inbox is always open for requests or even if you just wanna chat. Until next week, enjoy! 

After sharing a delicious breakfast at one of the local cafes you stop by the corner store and pick up a test, going through with the purchase this time with the supportive fiancé by your side. As soon as you get back to the bunker you go straight to the bathroom ready to find out once and for all. Dean stays close on your heel so you just know he is pacing around the room, waiting for you to come out. After what feels like an eternity, you open the door and let Dean in to wait out the timer with you. 

He pulls you close, holding you tight as you wait. When the timer finally sounds you both jump a little. You rush over to the sink and lift up the stick, Dean’s hands cradle yours careful not to touch the contaminated end. You hold your breath as you stare at it: two perfectly clear pink lines. Tears well up in your eyes as Dean kisses your temple before turning you around to pepper your face with kisses. Then he drops to the ground and lifts your shirt to kiss your belly. 

“Hey there little one, it’s your dad. I promise your mom and I are gonna do everything we can to keep you safe.”

Tears continue to roll down your cheeks as you watch the scene in front of you. Just when you think you couldn’t love your fiancé any more he goes and pulls a stunt like this; you had been convinced that he’d support you but you never expected this reaction. He stands up and kisses you passionately. 

“I didn’t think I would ever get this opportunity. I didn’t think a normal life with a stunning wife and beautiful children was an option for a hunter. My parents tried and look how that turned out. I want this, I do. But you have to promise me we’ll do everything to keep them from this life.”

“Of course, baby, of course. So, no more hunting for us? That’s it?”

“Definitely no hunting for you at least. But how about we ease into the future? Take slow steps back, we help through lore and phone calls until we’re ready to leave completely. We can even still do the trips whenever you’re well enough. But you are not to do anything to put yourself or our child at risk.”

“Dean, I love you so much. I can’t believe this is happening. Are we really having a baby?”

“I think we are, sweetheart. Should we tell Sammy or do you wanna wait?”

“I should book in for a blood test at the doctor to be sure. These things give false readings sometimes. So, maybe we just cool our reactions and be realistic until we know for sure.”

“Ok, I guess you’re right. After you call the doctor, do you wanna watch a movie? I just wanna cuddle with you and be with you today.”

“That sounds like the perfect day.”

You grab your phone off the bench and search for the number of the local doctor’s clinic. You call and make an appointment for the following morning then join Dean in your room. When you walk in he’s sitting on the bed with your laptop on his lap and a bowl of popcorn on the bed beside him. There’s a beer on his nightstand and an electrolyte drink on yours.

“This may be one of the hardest parts of being pregnant,” you say as you sit down, staring at Dean’s beer. 

“Sorry, sweetheart. I uh I guess I can uh…”

“It’s okay, Dean. I’m not gonna make you give up your beer. It’s just gonna be an adjustment. But my body’s already making those decisions for me. I bet the smell alone would make me sick, just like coffee.”

“It’ll all be worth it in the end. Come here, beautiful,” he says holding his arm out for you to snuggle into his side. You slot yourself into your fiancé’s arms and watch as he scrolls through Netflix. “What do you wanna watch?”

“How about … What to Expect When You’re Expecting?”

“Wait! The other day, Knocked Up, that was a hint, wasn’t it? You were trying to tell me.”

“Yeah, it obviously didn’t work though.”

“I mean, I was a little curious about the movie choice, but I just thought you were making the most of me agreeing to a chick flick. It never occurred to me that you were trying to tell me you were pregnant. Anyway, I’m glad I know now, let’s take a look at what else we have ahead of us.” He searches for the movie and presses play setting the laptop down between you on the bed. 

You take a handful of popcorn and rest your head on his shoulder watching the opening credits roll. 

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You wake up bright and early to get ready for your doctor’s appointment. You’re a little surprised when you find you feel fine, with no nausea, but you attribute it to the new diet Dean’s got you on. He made you a fresh salad sandwich for dinner, with an apple pie for dessert and your drinks have been restricted to tea, juice, water and electrolyte drinks. You know he is just trying to be helpful and the truth is, it seems to be working, but you hope he’ll eventually settle down a little.

You untangle Dean’s hands from your waist, kissing his hand before rolling out of bed and moving around the room swiftly. You change into a pair of jeans and a tee, wrapping one of Dean’s flannels around you for comfort. As you grab your purse and the keys off the dresser Dean stirs from behind you.

“Sneaking off without saying goodbye, huh?”

“I didn’t think you’d wanna come. It’s just a blood test. Figured I could be out and back before you even woke up.”

“Give me ten minutes, I’ll drive you and then we can pick up breakfast.”

“The appointment is in half an hour and it’s a 15-minute drive, hurry up.”

“Don’t underestimate my driving skills or my Baby,” he says getting up.

Less than ten minutes later you’re in the car with Dean at the wheel speeding towards town. When he pulls into a park in front of the clinic you say, “you can come if you want, but I’m sure it won’t be much or long.”

“Do you want me to come?”

“No, I’ll be okay,” you say as you pick at your nails.

“Come on, my badass momma, I’ll hold your hand while you get the needle.” Dean shuts off the engine and gets out, rounding the car and opening your door for you. “Come on, sweetheart.”

You take his hand and walk together into the clinic and give the receptionist your name. You both take a seat in the far corner of the room and wait to be called in. You hold Dean’s hand in yours in your lap and squeeze it lightly. It’s your silent way of thanking him for supporting you without you having to ask. He knows you’re a strong independent woman most of the time, but everyone has a fear that seems strange and irrational. You now knew Dean’s was flying, and yours, well yours was needles. Sure, you’ve felt much worse pain in your life, but you just couldn’t explain it. Ever since you were a child you always hated getting shots and blood tests. 

Dean had found this out the hard way when he had to take you to the emergency room after a particularly bad showdown with a werewolf in an old rusted playground. You’d ended up cutting your arm open on the metal of the monkey bars and the brothers had insisted you had to get a tetanus shot. You would not stop crying and flinching away; Dean had had to hold you in place so the doctor could administer the shot. With this memory surely in the front of his mind, you were glad he was here.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N!” 

You and Dean both stand up when you hear your name and follow the doctor into her examination room. She motions for you to take a seat and then proceeds to ask a few standard questions about your general personal details and reason for visiting today. You explain all the symptoms you’ve been experiencing and the positive test you took yesterday, while she takes notes. After agreeing that it definitely sounds like you’re pregnant she gets up to prepare the equipment for the blood test. 

“Since you’ve already taken a urine test, today I just want to confirm the results for you with a blood test. Once we get the results we can start talking about the next steps. How are you with needles?” the doctor asks.

“Not great…”

“That’s a common response and completely understandable. I’ll try to make this as quick and painless as possible, alright?”

“Thank you.” You grip Dean’s hand tight and hide your face in the crook of his neck, squeezing your eyes shut as the doctor approaches with the needle.

“I understand you’re nervous, but I really need you to relax your muscles as much as possible. The more relaxed you are the less painful this will be and the quicker the bruising will heal.”

You take a deep breath, inhaling your fiancé’s unique scent and do your best to relax. Before you know it, the doctor tells you it’s all done and that the clinic will call you in a few days to make an appointment to discuss the results. You thank her for her time and help before making your way back out to the reception to pay your bill. Once everything’s settled you embark on your second breakfast date this week. 

This time you stop at a boutique bakery where you get a chai latte, black coffee, 2 ham, cheese, tomato croissants and some cherry pie to go. 

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Football

Sebastian Kydd x Virgin! Reader

Summary: Reader and Sebastian have a fun evening planned when reader decides she finally is ready to have sex with Sebastian.

Warnings: Smut, people in love (They’re so in love it’s sickening).

Word count: 2,019

“Hello?” I say as I answer my cellular phone. “Hey, its me.” I hear Sebastian say. “Hi Seb.” I say smiling. “So I have an idea.” He says, I can hear his smile. “And what is your idea?” I ask unable to contain my smile. “I’ll pick you up from work, take you to the football game and then we can head to my place.” He says. “I’d love that.” I whisper. “I’ll see you in a few hours, I love you.” He says. “I love you.” I say before hanging up. This was going to be a long day.

After what felt like centuries it was finally time to close up and be with Sebastian, just as I locked the door I heard the loud rumble of a sports car. I turned around to see Sebastian getting out of a Porsche Spyder. “Is that the James Dean car?” I ask in shock. “She sure is.” He says pulling me into a hug and kissing my head. “Hi.” I whisper as I tightly hug him. “How was work today?” He asks. “Good, just one rude person today.” I say smiling. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my lips. “I’m excited to spend the night with you.” He says. “Me too, I told my parents I was sleeping over at mouse’s.” I say with a giggle. “Well that means we can spend all day together snuggling bed.” He says pressing kisses all over my face. “You ready to go?” He asks. “Yep, I haven’t been to a game all season.” I say excitedly. “Well we are about to change that.” He says helping me into the car. He got in and held my hand as we drove to the high school stadium. He parked the car, we went to the ticket booth and he bought our tickets and two bags of popcorn. “It is chillier than I expected.” I say snuggling into him. “Here.” He says smiling as he slides his jacket off and puts it over my shoulders. “Thank you.” I say smiling. We found a spot and sat down right before the game.

“That was a great game!” I say as we walk to the car. “Castlebury is undefeated!” He yells. “WOOO.” I yell. We both start laughing once we get in the car. “So it’ll be about an hour drive from here, does that sound ok?” He asks before he pulls out of the parking lot. “Of course! I can’t wait to see your new place and well, getting to spend time with you is a plus.” I say holding his hand. I do have to say, the drive in such a small car wasn’t the most pleasant experience I’ve had but it was worth it and I was with him. After the long drive we finally made it to his loft. It was really nice, the only odd thing was how many skateboards were around. “I can tell you hate skateboarding.” I say with a laugh. “Sorry about the mess.” He says picking up the boards and some shirts. “I’m trying to start a company with clothes for skateboarders.” He says tossing one the shirts to me. “These are really neat!” I say looking at the design. “Thanks.” He says with a small smile. “How does pizza and a movie sound to you?” He says walking over to the phone. “Sounds great to me.” I say walking over and sitting on the couch making myself comfortable. After he ordered the pizza he grabbed all of his VHS tapes and we looked through them to decide on a movie. We eventually decided on watching The Shining, partly because we both know that I hate scary movies so there would be lots of cuddles if we watched it.

“Here’s Johnny!” Sebastian yells when he sneaks up on me while I’m grabbing another slice of pizza. I scream. “Sebastian!” I yell as I playfully smack his chest. “I’m sorry it was just too easy.” He says kissing the top of my head as he hugs me. “Want to start another movie?” I ask. “Sure, whatcha thinking?” He asks. “Not another scary movie please.” I say pouting my lip. “You like that Sixteen Candles movie, right?” He asks. “Of course, you have the VHS?” I ask raising a brow. “Yes, I do.” He says with a laugh. “Well then I guess we have our movie.” I say as we start walking into the living room. He puts the VHS in the player and sits down on the couch next to me. I pulled my legs up on the couch and snuggled into him. “I love you.” He says looking down at me. “I love you more.” I say smiling. “I love you to the moon and back and back again.” He says lovingly stroking my arm. “How are you so perfect?” I ask meeting his beautiful ice blue eyes full of love. After a minute of looking at that beautiful man I tackled him in kisses, I smiled when I felt him smiling. “I am so in love with you Y/n L/n.” He says running his hand through my hair as I lay on top of him. “And I’m so in love with you Sebastian Kydd.” I whisper.

I nuzzled my face into his neck and started placing kisses on the sensitive skin. He tilted his head and let out a soft groan, I felt wetness pooling in my panties. “Sebastian.” I say stroking his cheek. He met my eyes. “I want to have sex with you.” I say quickly. He sat up and moved my legs to where I was straddling him. “Are you sure? I don’t want to rush you.” He says tucking my hair behind my ears. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot, I’m ready.” I say smiling. He leaned forward and pulled my into a feverish kiss as he brought one of his hands up under my shirt, the other was cupping my cheek. This was about as far as we’ve ever went, his rough hands touching my breasts and his soft lips against mine. He moved his hands under my ass and lifted me up, carrying me to his bedroom. He gently laid me down on the edge of his bed and grabbed at the hem of my shirt. “Is this alright.” He asks. I nod quickly. “Words baby.” He says. “Yes.” I say smiling. He pulled my shirt off and unclasped my lilac purple bra. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He says looking deep into my eyes, his eyes full of love and lust. He kissed my neck, décolletage and down to my breasts. Kissing each breast as he looked up at me, he pushed my shoulders back gently telling me to lay back.

As soon as I did he started pulling my shorts and panties off of my legs. “If anything makes you uncomfortable, tell me to stop no matter what. Ok?” He asks. “Ok.” I say smiling. He smiles back and starts kissing my thighs. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” He says putting my thighs over his shoulders. When he started making circles over my clit with his tongue I threw my head back, overwhelmed with pleasure. “S-Sebastian!” I yelled when his tongue made its way into my entrance and he made circles over my clit with his thumb. Just as my muscles started relaxing I felt him start putting a finger into my entrance. I whimpered as I felt a sharp pain. “You’re doing so good.” He says stroking my clit as his finger slowly goes deeper into my pussy. I moaned as he curled his finger and rubbed against a certain spot. “I-I think I’m c-close.” I say as I feel a warmth in my belly. “You can do it, cum for me.” He says. When he added a second finger I was done for, I saw white spots and everything went fuzzy for what felt like a couple of minutes while my orgasm rippled through me.

As I regained my senses I felt his tongue lapping up my release, I flinched as his tongue came in contact with my sensitive clit. “You did so good.” He says standing up. He leaned forward and kissed my lips, I could taste myself. “I’ve never felt anything like that. It was amazing.” I say staring up at him. “Do you want more or are you wiped for tonight?” He says smiling. “More, definitely more.” I say excited for whats to come. He walked over to his dresser and opened a drawer, he pulled out a blue wrapper, undid his belt and pulled off his jeans and boxers. He tore the wrapper open with his teeth and rolled the condom on his cock. He grabbed another item from the drawer, I just wasn’t sure what is was. I watched as he walked over to the bed and ran his hand over my pussy, collecting my slick and rubbing it over his cock. “What’s that?” I ask looking at the bottle he just picked up. “Its lube, it’ll make it easier to fit inside you.” He says as he puts some on his cock and strokes it a few times. I nod.

“I’m going to go slow and I won’t move until you tell me I can.” He says smiling before he pushes his tip inside me. I sharply inhale. “You’re doing so good.” He says, lightly rubbing my clit. He pushed in until I was completely full, our hips flush together. “Are you doing ok?” He asks as he slowly circles his hips. It felt so so good. “I’m doing great.” I say stroking one of his hands that was holding my hip. “Is it ok if I move now?” He asks. “Yes.” I whisper. He completely pulled out and thrusted back into me, my jaw fell slack and he let out a groan. The spots he was hitting felt so amazing and I already felt another orgasm brewing. “Are you going to cum for me again?” He asks as I start squeezing around him. “M-mhm.” I moan out. “Good girl, cum for me.” He says as he starts circling over my clit. I arched my back and screamed as my second orgasm washed over me, this one stronger than the last. “Good, good girl.” I could faintly hear him say. He thrusts slowly became messy and soon enough he was collapsing on his arms above me, careful not to crush me. I felt his cock twitching inside of me as he thrusted a few more times.

“That was amazing.” I whisper as his lips hover right above mine. “You did so good baby.” He says kissing me. He pulled me upright and put his hands under my ass and lifted me up. “Lets get you cleaned up.” He says, his cock still buried deep inside me. I leaned my head on his shoulder and sighed. He set me down on the bathroom counter and pulled out, the coldness of the counter was a bit of a shock against my warm skin. He twisted the knobs on the bathtub and it started filling with warm, steamy water. I watched as he slid the condom off, tied it off and threw it in the trash. He leaned down and grabbed something from one of the cabinets below me. “Which bubble bath? Lavender or citrus?” He asks holding the two bottles up. “Lavender.” I say smiling. “Good choice.” He says pouring some into the tub. I watched as it filled and when the bubbles almost overflowed from the tub he turned the water off and turned to me. “Your relaxing bath awaits.” He says as he helps me off of the counter onto shaky legs. “Come in with me.” I say. “Okay.” He says smiling. He got in first and helped me in, I laid my head against his warm chest as he ran his fingers through my hair. “I love you Y/N/N.” He says. “I love you Seb.” I say kissing his chest.

#austin butler #austin butler elvis #austin butler fic #austin butler x reader #austin!elvis smut #sebastian kydd #sebastian kydd x reader #elvis smut #elvis presley x reader #austin!elvis x reader #austin elvis imagine #austin elvis x reader #austin elvis smut

[munsonsduchess]

Masterlist:

💖 Fluff ❤️‍🔥 Smut 💔 Angst 🤍 Humour 🔥 The God and Goddess of Hellfire 🌙 Shadow of the Moon

Characters Featured: Eddie Munson, Tom(Make Up 2019), Bucky Barnes, Billy Russo & Dean Winchester

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Bucky Barnes:

Fight Me - Someone talks shit about your boyfriend so you take matters into your own hands 💖

U Mad Bro? - You took the last beer out of the fridge and now Bucky is mad ❤️‍🔥

Boyfriend of the Year - Aunt Flo has come to visit and you’re a wreck. Thankfully your boyfriend is on hand to make you feel better 💖

Lucky Charm -  Bucky’s band have been given the opportunity of a lifetime to open for a much larger band on their tour and he’s bringing his lucky charm along ❤️‍🔥

Confession - a phone call with your mom ends with a situation you never thought would happen between you and your roommate. 💖

Benefits - you and bucky are fwb and you’ve been together for a while now but that’s all about to change 💔 (if you squint) 💖

Good Idea // Bad Idea - bucky is tired of your bratty attitude and decides it’s time to do something about it. 💖

Rock of Ages - when a colleague calls in sick you end up covering her interview with one of the world’s biggest bands 💖

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Billy Russo:

Cinderella - A retelling of the classic fairy tale with Billy as the Prince 💖

Sleeping Beauty - A retelling of the classic fairy tale with Billy as the Prince 💖

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Dean Winchester:

Strange Love - something about motels and dean winchester is a lethal combination ❤️‍🔥

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Eddie Munson:

I Was Made for Loving You - eddie is restless and can’t sleep, you do not appreciate finding the bed empty 💖

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy -  you’ve had the worst day in work but lucky eddie is there to pick up the pieces 💖

Girls Got Rhythm - eddie fucks you in his van after a show ❤️‍🔥

For the Very First Time - hcs about eddie taking your v card 💖❤️‍🔥 (well implied anyway)

The God (and goddess) of Hellfire - at a high school dance dustin learns some shocking news about you and eddie 🤍💖❤️‍🔥 🔥(eddie's dirty mind counts)

Eat me Alive - domestic bliss with eddie is interrupted when an unexpected visitor comes calling 💖❤️‍🔥🔥

Love Bites - hcs for cuddling with eddie who can't get enough of how your tits look in his hellfire shirt 💖

Animal - nsfw headcanons about eddie's obsession with your tits ❤️‍🔥

Feels like Heaven - you’ve been feeling a little out of it lately so a girls trip to the mall is just the cure, right? 💖💔🔥

Hellion - you and eddie make a trip to the movies, then to the chief’s office 💖

Eruption - the kids find out about baby munson 💖🤍🔥

To Hell With the Devil - you end up being eddie's babysitter while you're hiding out at rick's place, the only problem is you cannot stand eddie munson 💖🤍

Always There for You - hcs for Eddie’s proposal in the God and Goddess of Hellfire series 💖🔥

Lost in the Shadows - eddie is still in the hospital after almost dying in the upside down, but there's something strange about his recovery 💔💖(if you squint)

Sweet Child O' Mine - Everyone comes to meet Baby Munson 💖🔥

Teenage Kicks - it's the 90s and you and Eddie both work in the local mall and have a friendly rivalry going 💖🤍

Summer Lovin' - a day at the pool turns into something else entirely for you and eddie 💖🤍❤️‍🔥🔥

Teenage Wasteland - Eddie’s band is about to hit it big and you want to be there for every moment 💖🤍

Calling All Monsters - Steve needs a favour and Eddie has just the car to do it 💖🤍🔥

Merry Christmas Everyone - It’s Christmas 1988 and you and Eddie have the best family around 💖🔥

Shadow of the Moon - you’re a young woman living on your own outside the village of Hawkins, who just so happens to be a witch and perhaps Eddie Munson’s only hope 🤍💔🌙 (chapter 2) (chapter 3) (chapter 4)

Nothing but a Good Time - your coworker has called out sick and needs you to cover her interview on your day off 💖

Sugar Rush - you’re chaperoning your little sisters graduation party but you only have eyes for eddie ❤️‍🔥🤍 (kind of at the end)

Three Men and a Baby - when you leave for the day and it's up to eddie, gareth and jeff to look after rose sometimes there's just no telling what kids will get up to 💖🔥

Radar Love - when you have some car trouble you run into the hottest mechanic in hawkins 💖🤍

Master of Puppets - you and eddie have a gig coming up that you've been looking forward to for months, the only problem is eddie's still injured 🔥🤍💖

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Tom (Make Up 2019):

Goodness Gracious Great Balls of Fire - a night out leads to meeting someone unexpected 💖🔥 (but like soft)

#duchess writes #eddie munson #dean winchester #billy russo #bucky barnes #tom make up #reader insert #duchess.txt #housekeeping

[nuatthebeach]

come let's walk for miles

thanks @narukoibito for giving me the prompt "don't go. stay." and just encouraging me to pop out of my shell and post again! i had so much fun writing this drabble!

title is the english translation of the song "aao milo chalein" in the bollywood movie "jab we met."

comment here on AO3.

The crisp crunch of the snow pressing against his boots is but a dim noise to his ears, easily muffled by the heavy weight of his clouded thoughts. Whimsical lights hang about the village, like fairies dancing in homes of glass, bringing life to an already lively and bustling community. Rich aromas of spices and bakery goods waft to meet his reluctantly curious nose. From a distance, he can see children holding hands, prancing in circles, books resting on the grass not far from them.

Suddenly, memories of too pristine drapery, burnt bread served in small portions, cold spaces and even colder company flash before him, and he reconciles instantly that for the person beside him who deserves a thousand shimmering lives, the one he could provide is laughably unfit.

He chooses instead to clear his throat from the overwhelming constriction building within. “Welcome home."

Harry isn't even sure she hears him until her voice reaches his ears this time, less strained but equally quiet. "Thanks. You've…we've come a long way together. I couldn't have returned home without your map and knowledge of the terrain and…well, your company."

Long way together, indeed. He starkly recalls the night they first met a month ago; he was nearly passed out at the pub, his ratty travelers’ attire dragging on the floor. In contrast, her finely stitched gown - though roughly hiked halfway up to her knees - allowed her easy passage to approach him and demand guidance back to her home. One of her many demands from him, as it would soon appear. He listened as she spoke of how a neglectful carriage had failed to pick her up while in town doing business across the country. Locals suggested that he - a troublesome albeit spatially adept traveler - could help her.

A bag of coins had clanged against the table before Harry could form the words "what's in it for me?"

Turns out, there was a reason why she was in such a rush to return home so quickly. It's the same reason why after weeks of navigating rocky territory and shady inns - all made surprisingly easy with her laughter by his side - he musters all the courage he can…

And shrugs these complicated feelings off.

"For all your talk of disliking sugar, you sure do come from a place with a lot of honey cakes." He lifts the sweet sample to his lips, sinking his teeth in appreciatively. Something to keep his mouth busy, at least.

Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to work very well. "Mmh, nice. You can really feel the corn amongst all that syrup. Good to get your vegetables in."

She sighs, her breath misting the air from his periphery.

"Honestly, I'm quite jealous." That last word chokes in his throat. "You've been stopped four times already with people offering you this. They're that excited to see you again."

"Harry - "

He can’t bloody stop himself, can he, because the next thing he knows: "I bet Dean would have this waiting for you right by the door." The intake of her breath is sharp, not so much a warning but a tense silence. "It must be in the betrothed handbook or something. 'Feed thy wife or face wrath.'"

"Very funny."

"That's why we came here, isn't it?" The reason why she was in such a rush. The reason why the ring sits on her finger, a delicate piece he caught his eyes tracing several times over the past month.

A reminder that she's not his, that she can't ever be his - he's a lonesome wolf, strings to his abusive aunt cut years ago, his proper language a residual to his pseudo-rich past. And she. Well, she's of the lifestyle of everything he left behind, of everything he hates.

So why does he not hate her?

He pauses at a nearby cart to pour himself some ale to mask his fidgeting.

"Harry."

Jaw clenching, he forces down his drink in burning gulps, really letting the seconds drag. "Ginny,” he mimics.

He hears her huff.

"So this is it, then. You're just going to keep evading my departure? Through flimsy humor?”

Pushing through the sharp pain her words evoke, Harry takes in a harsh breath. "There's nothing to evade. You're getting married. And based on everything you've yapped in my ear about so far, to a really nice man."

"Yes…but that was before - "

Smashing the remnants of the honey cake in between his fingers, more decadent and rich than anything he's had the pleasure of tasting in his meager life, he snaps in two. "What should I say, Ginny? Don't go? Stay? Maybe Dean likes to whisper sweet nothings to you, but personally, as a mere acquaintance, I - "

Her fingers tug at his arm with unsurprising strength, forcing herself into his space. His stomach can't help but lurch at how the sunset paints her hair in ways that pedestal the lush sky only second to her attention.

"An acquaintance?” Her voice falters. “Is that all I am to you? Just…more than a stranger?"

He swallows, a chill settling low in his gut. Cruelly, he delivers the blow anyway.

"With time, acquaintances become strangers too."

Sure enough, the rageful tempest that battles its way across her fierce features is nothing in comparison to the aching realization that he is breaking her heart all the same. Like his damage was decreed collateral from the start of time, he watches her pieces shatter too.

"Well," Ginny whispers, eyes glassy, voice severe. "Allow me to speed things up for us then."

Harry doesn't turn to watch her leave. If he did, he might never stop.

#harry x ginny #hinny #hinny drabble #hinny angst #hinny period piece

[tv-girllover07]

Something metal🥁

Kevin schlieb × fem!reader

Movie: Metal lords

Part 5

Blue italic= there thoughts

Green italic= Kevin narrating

Y/n’s POV

As Im playing the song “Cello Suite No. 1” I see someone walk up to the door slide something underneath it and leave I walk up and pick up the piece of paper and see it has Kevin‘s name on it. I opened up the piece of paper and saw a list of songs on it. When I get home I lay down on my bed with my laptop resting on them, I look up the first song on the list on YouTube.

“War Pigs” never heard it before, I haven’t gotten all the way through it yet as I look at the video, it starts to get really intense and kind of horrifying, and it looked like there was a guy with needles sticking out of his head.

Scene skip ⏭️

The next day I’m in the school, I walk up to the room Kevin was practicing in and see him with headphones in practicing on his drum, I smile to myself then walk away. Then I did the same thing the next day debating if I should go in but I walk away again.

Scene skip ⏭️

After two days of debating if I should go in or not, today I finally decide I’m going to I stand outside the door biting on my thumb nail and I look back at my cello and sigh then I open the door and Kevin stops playing and I drag my cello with me “Hey. Um…” I said nervously “Hi” he said breathing heavily. I grab a chair and take my cello out of its case and rest it against my chest then look at Kevin and play the first note of “War Pigs” then he looks confused and I play the first note again and look at him and turn my head a bit hopefully he will understand then he does and we both start to play the intro to “War Pigs” and we continue to play and as we play we look at each other a couple of times.

Kevin’s POV

Man, she’s amazing. Maybe Hunter’ll change his mind about her when I tell him how much she shreds

Y/n’s POV

As I’m sitting in my speech class listening to the teacher talk about “enunciation and projection” I can feel eyes on me and it’s pissing me off a little, I scratch the side of my head and I still feel eyes on the side on my head and I turn my head to the left and see Hunter looking at me and when I catch him staring at me he looks up and pretends to listen to what the teacher was saying, then there’s a knock on the door and we all turn our heads and some kid in a plaid shirt walks in “Dean Swanson want to see Hunter Sylvester.” The kid says, Hunter nods his head and leaves the room.

Scene skip ⏭️

Kevin’s POV

I pace back-and-forth in Hunter’s basement hearing the sound of the shaver buzzing as Hunter talked “They only got suspended two weeks. Swanson wanted a month, but their ass-rapist coach intervened.” “Yeah, still, they’re gone. They can’t come back to campus or anything.” I said to Hunter trying to be positive “But when they come back, they’ll totally ass-rape me for getting them suspended in the first place” is he serious? “Getting them suspended? It’s their fault. They defaced your hair” I try and reason with him “I flicked him in the chops first” he said remembering what happened just a few days ago “Okay, well, at Clay Moss’s party, they pushed you into the speaker in front of everybody. They started it.”

“Yeah, I don’t think your average suburban Nazi shitbag is gonna see it that way.” The buzzing from the shaver stops, Hunter and I both look in the mirror “How is it?” Hunter asked and I don’t really know what to say “It’s cool. Yeah, it’s cool. Yeah…Yeah” I said quietly “Yeah, I kind of look like Jason Newsted for Metallica, the bass player.” I get confused for a second “Hmm. Oh, right, the one who got fired.” Then Hunter looks a me a little upset then we started walking upstairs to the kitchen “It’s more Viking than Newsted.” I agree “Yeah, like the school mascot.” But Hunter disagrees “No. No, not like the school mascot. Less like the school mascot than anything on Earth. More like a baby’s dick than the school mascot. If a baby’s dick grew its own baby dick, then my hair would be more like--“ Mr Sylvester turns around and looks at both of us and Hunter stops talking so Mr. Sylvester grabs his toast from the toaster and leaves.

Part 6 🥁

#jaeden martell x reader #jaeden martell smut #jaeden martell #kevin schlieb smut #kevin schlieb #kevin schlieb x reader #smut

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Pride, Prejudice, and Pennywise

Sam Winchester x little sister!reader, tiny bit of Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Synopsis: Sam’s movie night pick leads to some discomfort for you, but it doesn’t last long.

Author’s note: hey guys! Hyperfixation is still going strong, I promise I haven’t forgotten about my Sherlock fic! I’m just having so much inspiration for Supernatural right now, but I’ll be back eventually with another chapter, promise! For now, enjoy the fruits of my hyperfixation.

You and your oldest brother Dean had very little in common. For starters, he was the oldest Winchester, you were the youngest. He always agreed with your father, you rarely ever did–although unlike Sam, you didn’t voice your opinions often. Dean was stern, serious, and protective; you were always ready for a laugh. He was a flirt, you could barely hold basic conversations with people you didn’t know very well.

However, there was one thing you had in common with Dean; your hatred of horror movies. Although Dean hated them because he thought they were stupid and incredibly unrealistic; you hated them for a very different reason.

They terrified you.

Not that you would ever reveal that to Sam or Dean. After all, with the monsters, demons, and general malevolence that they faced during their occupation, you could hardly expect them to understand your fear.

But the brothers had kept you as far as possible from the hunting world, and watching horror movies just felt like a small snapshot of what your brothers must be facing on a daily basis. It was horrifying to think about. The horror movies just served as a reminder for all that you knew to be out there. Most people could watch those movies and brush them off as fiction; you couldn’t.

Unfortunately for Dean, and more so for you, Sam liked horror movies. The scarier the better for him. He claimed it gave him another angle to look at, a way to see the “fun” in their monster-hunting job. Well, that was all well and good for him, but you had lost many nights worth of sleep thanks to this little hobby of his.

Not that you could possibly tell your brothers–who had to be the bravest people in the world–that the unrealistic, stupid tv monsters scared you.

So instead, here you were, curled up in the small chair in the dingy motel room, Dean snoring in his bed and Sam enraptured in another horror flick. It had been his turn to pick the movie tonight, so horror it was.

You had tried to sleep through it, but you found that only hearing the screams, growls, and general fearful melee was much worse than hearing and seeing it, so you’d given up and gone to the couch to watch.

You tried desperately to look like the movie was gripping you with interest instead of terror, but you weren’t sure you were succeeding. Sam kept glancing your way, and you were afraid that it was because you were clutching your blanket just a little too tightly. Nevertheless, you couldn’t bring yourself to let go, even if it meant Sam figured out your secret.

You had become so focused on trying to look like you were enjoying the movie, that you hadn’t even noticed that it had gone to a commercial, and that Sam had gotten up out of bed to stand next to you. That is, you didn’t notice until Sam spoke.

“Hey bub, you ok?”

You snapped your head up to see Sam frowning down at you.

“Yeah-” you cleared your throat when you noticed that your voice came out a little too high. “Yeah, just great, why?”

Sam glanced at the tv and then back to you.

“Well uh, it's just…” he let out a sound that was half laugh, half sigh, “You look a little freaked.”

You tried to scoff, but even you could tell it wasn’t very convincing.

“Freaked? Why, because of the movie?” you peaked a look at Sam, and weren’t at all surprised that he clearly wasn’t buying it.

“We don’t have to watch it if it scares you.”

You shook your head quickly.

“It doesn’t.” You knew you’d spoken too fast.

Even though Sam wasn’t buying it, he shrugged and returned to his bed.

“Ok then.”

The commercials ended and the movie began again. It was reaching the climax, only getting scarier and scarier. This had to be one of the worst ones Sam had ever played.

You couldn’t hold back a tiny whimper at one of the more gruesome jumpscares; you were lucky that it wasn’t a full-on scream.

You were surprised when the tv suddenly clicked off, and Sam’s voice broke the short silence.

“Ok, come over here.”

You looked up in confusion, before hesitantly rising out of your chair and going to stand by Sam’s bed, still holding your blanket around you.

Sam lifted his covers, gesturing for you to join him under them. You instantly obeyed, darting under the covers and curling into Sam’s side. You had wanted to do that since the stupid movie had started.

It was silent for a minute or two before Sam decided to speak.

“You could’ve just told me that these scared you.”

“They don’t.”

Sam scoffed, “N/N. I know you’re lying. You know you’re lying. So how about, you don’t lie, and I’ll let you pick a movie to watch tonight.”

You looked up in surprise.

“Really? But it’s your night!”

Sam laughed softly.

“Really. Apparently I've been scaring the crap out of you every time it’s my night to pick a movie, so I think I owe it to you to get an extra pick, ok?”

You giggled, “Ok Sammy.”

Sam’s smile dropped after a moment and he sighed.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You moved your head so that you could lean against his chest, comforted by his heartbeat.

“Because it's stupid.”

“It’s not-”

“Yes it is. You and Dean go out-out there and fight monsters, real monsters, and I can’t even watch it on tv! You guys are fighters, you’re brave, you save people, and I can’t do any of that! I’m a-” You swallowed hard. You hadn’t meant to let all of that slip.

“You’re a what?” Sam had sat up, dislodging you from your spot, and was now staring hard at you. “Y/N, what were you gonna say?”

You dropped your eyes to your fidgeting hands, avoiding Sam’s penetrating gaze as you mumbled,

“I’m a coward.”

You winced when you saw the tear drip onto your hand. Great, now you couldn’t even make it through a conversation without crying. Gosh, you were pathetic.

“Hey,” Sam ducked into your field of vision so that you had little choice but to look at him. You couldn’t help but think that his eyes looked sad.

He feels sorry for me. It was the only explanation you could think of.

“Don’t you ever say that, ok? Never again,” His voice was sterner than usual, an authoritativeness usually reserved for Dean in his voice.

You felt a sob bubble up in your throat, and you couldn’t hold it back.

“It’s true,” you managed to get out between breaths and tears as you leaned forward against Sam’s shoulder. You felt his hands come up to wrap around you, and he placed his head on top of yours.

“No, no it isn’t,” he said firmly. “Kid, me and Dean aren’t some great heroes, ok? We’re scared too, all the time. We just do what we have to do, even when we’re scared.”

You sniffle, “Exactly! And that’s why you’re so brave. But I can’t do that.”

Sam pulled you back, an incredulous look on his face.

“Are you kidding me? You do that all the time!”

At your confused look, Sam just scoffed and continued.

“Who summoned that demon in Phoenix last September? Who drove Baby–for the first time ever–at twelve years old to come and save mine and Dean’s butts when we were fighting that group of vampires? Who snuck past seven spirits to get to the grocery store to buy some dang salt when Dean forgot to pack more? That wasn’t us, baby. That was you.”

“You’re the one who forgot to pack the salt.”

Sam’s serious expression gave way to one of indignation.

“Hey now smarty-pants, I’m trying to help you here!” you giggled as Sam dug his fingers into your sides. When he relented, you looked up at him with a much more sober expression.

“But I didn’t fight anything.”

Sam shook his head.

“You don’t always have to fight something to be brave. Were you scared all those times?”

“Of course.” You felt a little ashamed to admit it, and you were surprised when Sam grinned.

“See? But you did it anyway. That’s what makes you brave, N/N. And do you know what I think?”

“What?”

“I think you’re the bravest of us all.”

You blushed, “Sam, don’t.”

Sam laughed, “I’m serious!”

You giggled, “Ok ok, I get your point. Can we watch a movie now?”

…

“So wait, we’re rooting for Lizzie and Wickham, right?”

Dean awoke to the sound of your loudly dramatic groan as you responded to the middle Winchester brother.

“No Sam, he’s a douche. We’re rooting for Lizzie and Darcy.”

“But I thought Darcy was a jerk.”

“Would you just watch the movie!”

“I thought it was Sam’s night to pick the movie,” Dean grumbled as he sat up in bed. There was no way Sammy had picked Pride and Prejudice on his night. No. Way.

Sam just shrugged, “I let Y/N pick this time.”

“You let her pick Pride and Prejudice?”

Your voice was annoyed, “This movie is great, ok! Just give it a chance!”

Dean retorted sarcastically, “Yeah ok, sure.”

…

“I can’t believe she turned him down!”

“Are you kidding? After the way he proposed, no one would say yes.”

“I’m sorry Sam, did you even hear him? Most ardently? I don’t even know what that means, and it almost made me swoon!”

“You’re crazy!”

“Enough!” Both brothers jumped in surprise at your outburst. “You guys can debate this over the commercial, but the good part is coming up!”

“You’ve said that at least twelve times already,” Sam said skeptically.

“Yeah, and I’ve been right every time! They’re all good parts, trust me.”

Sam and Dean both grumbled, but sure enough they quieted down to watch the movie. You smirked. You wouldn’t have thought it possible to get Sam and Dean Winchester invested in Pride and Prejudice, but here you were. And it was great.

Best. Movie night. Ever.

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My Only Sunshine (Chapter 2)

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Dean worked quietly so as not to wake her while she slept in his office. He assumed she must have been exhausted to softly snore through every call he made, every button on the keyboard, and sigh of frustration. She certainly wasn’t going to make his job easy. She had clients, booked appointments, friends who would come looking… oddly enough she seemed estranged from her family though?

What he didn’t expect to find was no other link to the cartel. Deep in his heart he wanted to trust Sam’s instincts but it was his job to protect Sam above all else, and that meant he had to know. He had to know if she was just covering her own ass.

Yet, he kept coming up empty handed… which just didn’t make any sense to him.

How in the hell could someone miss all of this? She HAD to know…

Shuffling on the couch pulled him out of his thoughts. He watched as she stretched softly and looked around slightly confused, freezing as her eyes landed on his. The pieces of the last 48 hours fell together and he watched it like a movie in her eyes, her face was too readable, he would have to fix that somehow.

“Sleep well?” He asked.

“Yeah. Thank you.” She mumbled. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, it’s down the hall, right?”

“Yeah. Let’s go.” Dean said as he copied her move to stand and turn towards the door. But he was stopped when she turned to look at him with confusion on her face. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t go pee by myself?”

“No.” He answered plainly.

“We haven’t even left the police station.” She sighed exasperated.

“Sorry, you and I are stuck like glue until this trial is over. Get used to it.” He answered unapologetically.

(Y/N) had to wonder if he was just exhausted or always this pleasant to be around. She sighed and turned back towards the door with a soft eye roll once she faced away from him. He wasn’t kidding when he said glue, not allowing himself to be more than an arm’s length away through the halls.

She reached the door to the women’s bathroom and turned back to face him.

“Did you wanna come in the stall and watch me drop my pants too?”

“Don’t temp me.” He put on a crooked grin and raised an eyebrow.

Something inside of her felt like it did a small backflip, and she knew if she spoke, she’d just stumble over the words. So instead, she huffed and shoved the door open to disappear behind it. She had to admit that it was the most friendly and happy he had seemed since he met her, he was definitely a flirt. A charmer under any circumstances outside of work.

(Y/N) spent a few minutes splashing her face with cool water at the sink, trying to clear the dark circles that had found themselves a home under her eyes. She gave up shortly after and dried her hands before stepping back out to find Dean in the same spot she left him.

“Fall in?” He asked slightly annoyed. Waving for her to walk back towards his office, following closely behind.

“I just wanted to wash my face a little. I’ve been here for hours.”

“Right. Well, you’re in for a spa day sweetheart so let’s meet with Sammy and get on the road.”

“Spa day?” She questioned.

“Yep.”

“Why doesn’t that sound like a good thing…” She mumbled more to herself than anything.

When they entered the office again Sam was there waiting for them.

“Good Morning, (Y/N).” Sam smiled.

“Yeah, something like that.” She sighed with a soft smile.

“Well, let’s get down to the details.” He said as he handed each of them a coffee.

“Okay, we leave in an hour. New hair, I’ll send for clothes if you’ll write down your sizes. Safe house will be located here.” Dean said sliding a file over to Sam. (Y/N) sat in shock as she listened. “Rotating watch every 12 hours, limited men. I want a 4 man team tops. No one else in or out, someone’s sick, then the other 3 cover. That’s it.”

“Okay. Know who you want?”

“I want two of my men, and you can pick two of yours, better odds that way.”

(Y/N) pulled at her long dirty blonde hair and ran the ends through her fingertips. Wondering what exactly he was expecting her to do. How drastic was this change going to be? Would she have to chop it all off?

“Hello, (Y/N)? You listening over there?” Dean interrupted her thoughts.

“Yes, sorry.” She shook her head and looked up between him and Sam.

“What did I just say?”

“I-I don’t know. I’m sorry. I’m listening, just. Say it again.”

Dean rolled his eyes and stood off the desk.

“I asked if you were on any medications or anything we needed to know about? Something you’ll need us to get you?”

“Oh, y-yes.” She answered hesitantly.

“Just write it down for me and I’ll take care of it, okay?” Sam asked softly handing her the notepad. (Y/N) took it and wrote quickly before handing it back. Sam glanced down and looked up to her for a moment before nodding. “Okay, anything else that you need?”

“No. Uhh… I guess not. It’s not like I can go back for the dog or anything, huh?” She asked with tears prodding the corner of her eyes.

“No.” Dean replied stiffly.

“That’s really the only thing in the house that matters to me… so if I can’t have him then I guess I’m good to go.” Her voice cracked on the last word. She bit down on her lip to force the quivering to stop, refusing to let him see the way her heart crumbled at the realization that she would be leaving her furry companion behind. The one who’d gotten her through some of her darkest nights. The one who brought a smile to her face every day. She worried about him already.

Has he been fed?

Had animal control taken him?

Would they put him down or lock him in a cage?

Would her asshole of an ex kill him too if they left him at home?

Would he ask himself why she never came home to him again?

She turned away from the two men and looked out the office window as she squeezed her eyes tightly and bit down on the inside of her cheek.

“Okay. Let’s get shit done. I’m gonna run home and pack, do you have someone to stay with her?” Dean asked.

“I’ll stay with her till you’re back.” Sam assured him.

“Okay. I’ll be quick.”

Dean was out the door quickly.

“(Y/N)?” Sam asked softly?

“Hm?” She replied not turning around, not giving her voice another chance to betray her.

“I’m sorry… I know this is hard.”

“It’s fine.” She croaked.

…..

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…..

 “How short is short?” (Y/N) asked annoyed, but honestly almost numb at this point. Everything about this day has just fucking sucked. Her life as she knew it had officially ended. She has left her home. Her dog. Her career. She has a bag of clothes someone bought for her. A bag of medication with no one’s name on it. A man at her side who still seems to give zero shits that any and all of this sucks for her too, and now he wants her to chop off her long beautiful hair.

“I mean, shorter than it is now for sure.”

“What the fuck ever… Just tell me what you want and I’ll do it.” (Y/N) said as she crossed her arms.

“I mean, you can pick, I’m just saying cut it off.” He replied equally as annoyed.

“Dean, I’ve not gotten to pick one fucking thing for myself all day. I don’t care anymore. It doesn’t matter. Just. Here- pick one, tell the woman. Get us the hell out of here, and get some sleep.” (Y/N) said as she thrust the book into his hands as she stood and walked away. Pacing back and forth in front of the large glass window in the lobby.

Dean rolled his eyes and sighed as he flipped through it. How the hell was he supposed to pick for her?

I mean, he supposed he had a thing for red heads… She was pretty. She would look good as a red head. He shrugged to himself as he frequently glanced between her and the book in his hands. He too was itching to get this over with and get on the road to the safe house, looking for a bed to lay in and a bite to eat. He hadn’t slept in over a day now and even he knew he was probably being an ass.

He still didn’t understand why she was cooperating with Sam.

He still didn’t understand why he couldn’t find a link between her and the cartel.

He still didn’t understand why he didn’t trust her… but he didn’t.

Maybe sleep would clear the fog in his brain and show him resolution one way or the other.

“Okay, we’re ready for her.” The stylist called out. Dean watched (Y/N) walk over and sit with a soft smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes the way it probably should.

“What are we doing today, babe?” She asked kindly.

“Whatever he wants.” (Y/N) smiled in return, a little wider this time so as not to make the interaction awkward as she looked up to Dean. He played along and smiled back.

Dean held a picture up to the stylist.

“Ohhh, I like it. She’ll look great with that color.”

“Yeah. I thought so too.” Dean winked to (Y/N) before walking away.

“Okay, let’s get you started.”

For the last two hours the stylist had kept (Y/N) turned away from the mirror so as to keep her new look a surprise. Dean struggled not to doze in the chair and stood to keep himself awake, he watched as the stylist put the final touches on and couldn’t help but pull a small smile on his face as he realized that the look did truly suit her.

(Y/N) watched his face nervously.

She didn’t understand what she was seeing… it was almost like he was pleased?

He hadn’t really shown any liking of her from the moment they met. Just tolerance and annoyance. Although she really hoped someone of that would get better after he slept.

His eyes met hers and he tried to give her a reassuring nod, she gave a tight smile in return and he was suddenly the one who felt nervous, afraid she would hate it.

“Okay, here we go.” The stylist said as she swung the chair around and (Y/N)’s eyes landed on someone she barely recognized.

Her hair was now a dark auburn, almost maroon color. It sat just below her shoulders, a tad shorter in the back than the front and choppy at the ends. The stylist tossed in a waved curl in the middle all the way around to give her some volume and she had to admit… she kind of loved it.

It was something she never would have chosen for herself. Red was far from her wheelhouse, but the way it changed the color of her eyes and contrasted against her skin were all complimentary.

She couldn’t find a thing to be mad about.

A genuine smile fell on her lips for the first time since Dean met her, and he breathed a small sigh of relief. He could tell now that every smile he had seen before was forced. Pushed. Half-hearted.

This smile was enough to light a room.

“Wow… It… WOW.” She mumbled as she pulled her fingers through it. “It feels so light.”

“Do we love it? I love it!” The stylist smiled.

“Yes. Absolutely!”

Dean paid and walked (Y/N) out to the car casually, opening and closing her door before getting in and pulling them out onto the road.

“We should be there in about 4 hours.” He said softly.

“Okay.”

“So, are you gonna stab me in my sleep?”

“What?!” (Y/N) looked up to him in shock. Is that honestly what he thought of her? Did he think she was guilty too?

“Your hair?” He teased. “Do you really like it or were you just playing along?”

“Oh. No. I actually think it looks good. I never would have picked this, but… I like it.” She shrugged with a soft smile.

“Me too.” He nodded to (Y/N)’s surprise.

The rest of the drive was in comfortable silence. (Y/N) wouldn’t admit it out loud but the old impala made her feel like she was in some hot rod movie. She loved the way she felt sitting against the leather seats and she had to admit he looked damn good driving it. She wondered if this was his personal car, or a just something he used as a decoy.

Something no one would expect a cop to drive.

She made a mental note to ask him sometime.

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…..

It was mid- afternoon when Dean pulled them into a small house, there wasn’t a neighbor for miles. A small pond with a dock, woods surrounding them. They had been on a 2 lane road for several miles that then led them to a dirt road.

As they pulled in there was a black SUV sitting in the yard waiting for them.

(Y/N) swallowed nervously.

“He’s one of mine. It’s fine.” Dean said without looking at her.

He parked the car and the two of them exited, standing stiffly as they hadn’t stopped once since leaving the salon. Dean walked over to the man and shook his hand with a hard smile.

“Benny. Perimeter?”

“5 miles. No Civs. No trails for interference. Closest outpost is 7 miles due east, and seems to be a black bear nearby.”

“Who’s relieving you?”

“It’ll be Cas.”

“Good… I don’t know who Sam is pulling in. Probably Jody. This is a black out. No comms. No satellite unless it goes through me, understand?”

“Yes sir. I got everything you requested. It’s inside.”

“(Y/N), move.” Dean said nodding towards the door, he and Benny followed closely behind you. When you walked in you were surprised it was clean. Light and airy on the inside even. The small white house in the woods was homey and even comforting on the inside. Cottage like, with fresh green plants and wood décor.

“We’re staying here?”

“For now.” Dean sighed. “There’s two bedrooms, I’m on the right, you’re on the left. You have a bathroom attached. Window is bolted shut and reinforced with bulletproof glass, don’t get any ideas.”

“Like what exactly?” She asked slightly offended.

He ignored her.

“I’m going to get some sleep, Benny brought you some food. Stocked the kitchen, there is fresh linen and toiletries in the bathroom if you wanna get cleaned up. No internet but there’s a TV and a stack of old movies in the corner. Get comfy.”

“Hey Dean?” She called out to him. He turned to face her. “Please be nicer when you wake up.”

She flashed him a sarcastic smile and walked away from him and back towards the kitchen. The door slammed shut as she turned the corner and caught sight of Benny, he gave her a polite smile from where he sat at stood at the counter.

“Hello ma’am, I’m Benny.” He nodded to her.

“(Y/N)” She smiled back softly.

“I brought pizza?”

“That sounds great, thank you Benny.”

He grabbed a plate out of the cabinet and laid a couple of pieces on it before sliding it to her across the counter.

“Do you prefer tea or coke?”

“Don’t tell me you made me sweet tea?” (Y/N) teased. It was obvious by his accent he was straight out of a southern love story.

“Yes ma’am, I thought you might need something fresh after being stuck in the car with such stale company for so long.”

(Y/N) giggled at that and nodded.

“Is he always like that?” She asked as he filled her glass.

“He’s a little rough around the edges, but it’s because he’s good at what he does. He doesn’t ever turn off his brain. Constantly stays in a mindset of survive and protect when he’s on an assignment like this, you’re important to him.”

“I’m important to Sam, maybe.”

“Which means, you’re important to him. There’s no one in the world Dean loves more than his little brother.”

“Hmm.” (Y/N) mused, just remembering that Sam did look a little younger. For some reason she hadn’t realized that Dean was the older of the two, the dynamic between them made more sense now.

“He’ll come around, but he’ll always put your safety before your feelings. Just how he is.”

“I suppose I should be thankful for that, huh?”

“You’ll never be safer than with him, I promise you that darlin.”

“Will you be with us a lot, Benny?”

“I’ll rotate in and out, yes.”

“Well then, I think I’ll survive. It’s nice to be treated like a person again… Sam was the only one who’s treated me like I wasn’t a criminal since they kicked in my door.”

“I’ll be here, and you’ll meet Cas. He’s a little weird but friendly in every sense of the world. Loves Dean to death. Loyal as they come.”

“Do you all work together?”

“Yes, we’re squad brothers.”

“How long?”

“Oh, I’d say going on 5 or 6 years now?”

“Wow. That seems like a long time for a team to stay together.”

“Good teams tend to stick like glue.” Benny shrugged. (Y/N) giggled again as she took a bite of her pizza.

“Thank you for lunch. I don’t even think I realized how hungry I was.”

“You’ve had a lot to process, it’s normal.”

“Yeah… have you… have you ever been on a case like mine?”

“Yeah, sorta.” He nodded.

“Did… did they make it to trial?”

Benny held her gaze in his. The lack of response made (Y/N)’s stomach drop to her ass. Benny noted her reaction and gave a sympathetic smile as he put a hand on her shoulder.

“Like I said darlin, you’ll never be safer than you are with Dean. If there was anyone in the world I’d trust with my life, my family. It’s him. Just, trust him. Grumpy or not. He’ll take care of you.”

“Thanks, Benny.” She whispered.

She finished her pizza and he topped off her glass of tea once more before placing the empty cup in the sink, she complimented Benny on the best tea she’d ever had in her life.

“I think I’ll probably grab a shower and then pass out for a while. He’s not the only one who hasn’t slept much in the last day or two.”

“Yes ma’am, when you wake there are movies available. A stack of books on the shelf, notebooks, pens, pencils, and over on the desk there is a laptop.”

“Laptop?” (Y/N) asked confused. “I thought Dean said there wasn’t any internet out here?”

“There’s not. He said to get the laptop and the camera. No internet required.”

“Camera?” She asked hesitantly as she walked slowly over to the desk in the corner.

“Yes ma’am. He asked for them both specifically, separate from the rest of the supply list.”

(Y/N) bit her lip, a smile pulling from within her that she couldn’t contain. Had he really done that?... for her? But why? It was obvious he couldn’t stand her. It was obvious he didn’t care about her feelings or her happiness. Even Benny had admitted her feelings would not be high on his priority list, yet here sat a brand new very nice camera, and a laptop to go with it.

“Thanks again, Benny.” (Y/N) smiled as she walked down the hall to her room.

Finally, alone.

Her emotions felt like a roller coaster jumping from one to the other.

She turned on the shower and climbed under the water that was almost unbearably hot, but just hot enough; and then she fell apart. She was careful to try and keep her hair from getting wet as she sank to the floor and let the water splash at her legs and feet.

She felt every inch of pain and confusion.

Betrayal.

Absolute fucking shock.

She wanted to hate him.

She wanted to understand.

She felt so fucking stupid for missing all of it. How could she not know? How could she not see?

All of those poor girls.

The girls who were kind, and young. The girls who had dreams and lives and families that loved them.

She knew it was likely that she would ever actually speak to Brian again.

She knew it was likely she’d ever get to see her beloved dog, Butcher, ever again.

She mourned them. She mourned her life. She mourned the career she had built for herself from the ground up, from absolute dirt to becoming an in-demand photographer with a fully booked schedule.

All of her clients… who would they go to now? What did they think happened to her? Did they think that she scammed them? Took their money and ran?

Who the hell would come after her?

How long would she be in danger?

She remembered the man from the photo. Watching him at dinner with Brian. Watching him treat the waitress as if she were nothing more than a dirty animal who stood in his way. She remembered the disgust she felt watching him interact with pretty much every person around him, and now she knew why.

He was a terrible, terrible man.

She looked down and pulled the diamond ring off of her finger. Chunking it out of the shower and across the bathroom where it bounced off the door with a small thud.

How could he do this to her?

How could he drag her into a mess she didn’t even know he was making?

How could he put her in such danger; did he ever love her?

Would he have killed her, too?

So many thoughts swam through her head.

So many tears blurred her vision.

As her mind stopped swimming and tears began to slow, she began to think about things moving forward. The things she had now. She had Sam. He believed her. He knew she was telling the truth, and he knew that she would do the right thing. He was good. She had Benny, who brought her pizza and made her sweet tea and told her that she would be safe.

She supposed she had, Dean.

Whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean. At least she knew he would keep her alive.

One minute (Y/N) could swear that he hated her. He must be convinced that she’s guilty of something. That she’s a bad guy in all of this. Then a minute later she’s watching him smile at her in the salon. He’s asking her if she likes what he picked out for her. He got her a camera.

The whiplash was almost as confusing as some of the cruel statements he made. As if he truly questioned her innocence.

Perhaps Benny was right; maybe Dean was the best person in the world to keep her safe. But how could he protect her if he thought she was the one who had done something so terrible? If somewhere deep down he honestly thought that she was a terrible person? He wouldn’t protect someone like that.

Which meant she was on her own…

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(Y/N) stayed like that until the hot water ran lukewarm and she then finished her shower quickly. Dressing in a simple olive green t-shirt and black sweat pants she curled onto the bed and fell asleep.

It was dark outside when Dean’s eyes opened again. He heard the sound of the front door open. When he stood and stepped out of his room he found Cas and Benny standing in the kitchen.

“Sleep beauty over there hasn’t done a damn thing since he got here.” Benny teased with a grin, speaking to Cas but looking to Dean as he approached them.

“Yeah yeah, keep it up Benny. She give you any lip?”

“Not a bit. She’s a sweet one.”

“Sure.” Dean huffed and lifted his eyebrows momentarily. “Cas, you already check the perimeter?”

“Fixing to go now before we hand-off. Going to do the inside sweep first.”

“I’ll do the internal sweep, you two take the outside.”

“Yes sir.” They both nodded and the three men split.

Dean moved room to room. Checking every door, window, and possible weak spot for entry. He opened the door to (Y/N)’s bedroom after his soft knock got no response, he found her sleeping on the bed and used his mag-light instead of hitting the switch on the wall. He walked slowly around the room and checked for anything that might be out of place.

“Dean?” She mumbled as she shifted on the bed.

“Go back to sleep, just doing a sweep of the house. We’ll do them twice a day.”

She didn’t reply but he could hear her body lay back against the mattress in the dark. He continued to wander and moved towards the bathroom to finish up, but as he moved to step in his foot landed on something. He shined his light and knelt down to pick it up in confusion.

Her ring.

“Trash it”

“What?” He asked turning towards her in confusion.

“Trash it. Sell it. Give it to your girlfriend… throw it in the pond for all I care. Just get it out of here.”

Dean could barely see her face in the dark, but he could hear the anger in her voice. The betrayal and pain. The clarity in his mind brought on by his slumber helped him piece together some of what he may have been missing before.

“Engagement ring?” He asked.

“Just another lie, Dean.” She sighed. “I’m going back to bed.”

He nodded to himself and slipped the ring in his pocket as he finished checking every corner of the bathroom and then exited her room without another word.

(Y/N) shook her head softly before falling back asleep with the hopes that she never saw the fucking thing again.

Dean was standing at the fridge pouring himself a glass of Benny’s famous sweet tea when he and Cas entered the house again.

“Clear?” Dean asked.

“Clear.” Cas nodded.

“Good. Clear inside as well. No weak spots. Benny, do me a favor… get this appraised.”

Dean reached out and handed him the ring.

“Someone in your life you forgot to mention?” Benny asked with an eyebrow raised.

Dean deadpanned over to him.

“It’s hers. She wants me to trash it, but she may need the cash if she has to start her life over. Do it quietly. I don’t want anyone to come looking. Ring like that will draw some attention, get it to a market dealer.”

“Yes sir, may take me a while to get it to the right person while the comms are off limits.”

“That’s fine. We’ve got time.”

“I’ll be back tomorrow, 11 sharp.”

Cas nodded him out as he sat across from Dean at the table.

“Benny says she’s a good one. Kind. Not too prissy.”

“We’ll see. Too early to tell.”

Cas grinned.

“What’s that look for?”

“You’re being judgey. You usually judge the ones you don’t want to like. You usually don’t want to like them, because you like them.”

“Shut up.” Dean rolled his eyes. “I don’t know, Cas. Something doesn’t add up here. How could she be so close and have no idea what was going on? Sam even said that she followed him to meetings with the boss. Had photos. Identified cartel members. There’s no way she didn’t put two and two together. She claims she thought he was cheating, but… I just don’t know. Sam swears she’s squeaky clean.”

“He’s usually right.”

“Yes. He’s usually right. But when Jess is involved, his judgement clouded.”

“Fair.” Cas nodded. “Did you dig?”

“Of course, I did.”

“And?”

“And I can’t find a damn thing…”

“Well, then maybe she’s clean. Did you try talking to her?”

“She’s defensive.”

“Well from what I heard they treated her like she was guilty from the moment they brought her in. Sam was the only one who even gave her the time of day.”

“Leave it to Sam.”

“How long did you sleep?”

“About 8 hours? We got in about 3 or so.”

“Go back to bed after you eat dinner… you’re cranky.” Cas smiled before walking towards the TV and digging through the movies. Dean shook his head and finished the pizza slices on his plate before heading Cas’s advice and walking back to his room to cash in a few more hours of sleep.

…..

…..

…..

The sound of birds crept through the window and woke (Y/N) from her sleep. She slept surprisingly well for someone who was uprooted from her life. She figured it was the exhaustion, but hoped that she continued to sleep well while here. She stretched and walked to bathroom to brush her teeth and clean up a little. When she exited her bedroom, she found Dean and another man both sitting at the kitchen table. The start of the sunrise peering through the kitchen window illuminated their faces with soft orange light.

“Morning.” She smiled as she walked towards them, slipping her hands into the jacket she had slid on.

“Good morning.” The man she didn’t recognize smiled to her widely. He had bright blue eyes and dark hair. He was almost boyish in his grin, but still held himself like a man would. The gun on his hip assured her that he must be Cas.

“Cas I’m guessing?”

“That would make you (Y/N)?”

“Yes sir.” She smiled as she reached the coffee pot, looking over towards him. “Refill?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Sure.” She said as she stepped over and topped him off.

“Dean?”

“No. Thanks.” He said without looking up from the stack of papers in front of him. (Y/N) tried not to take it personally and hoped he was just distracted, that it wasn’t a sign of how the rest of the day would proceed. She moved back to the counter and poured a cup for herself as she leaned against the counter.

“Okay. So now that you’re up we should go over the rules.” Dean said looking up to her finally.

“I thought we did that yesterday?”

“Yesterday was a quick briefing so that I could get some sleep, we need an in-depth discussion of how to keep everyone here alive and avoid any problems.”

(Y/N) looked between Cas and Dean nervously. Cas gave her an encouraging crooked grin.

“Okay.” She nodded walking towards them and taking a seat beside Cas at the table, Dean directly across from her. She cleared her throat nervously and tapped her thumbs against the warm cup.

“If you have questions, stop me.” Dean said looking her directly in the eye. Intimidation creeped up her spine, instead of risking the shake in her voice she simply nodded. “Okay. You are never to leave the house alone. You only go outside with me or one of the other officers. The only place you can be alone is in your room, which again. Windows are bolted shut and the glass is re-enforced. If you want privacy, that’s where you go. If you want space. That’s where you find it.”

He paused and looked up to her, she nodded again.

“There Is a list taped to the fridge. If you want something, anything at all you write it on there and one of the officers will get it if it is within reason. Medication shouldn’t be an issue; Sam will have that sent out to us.”

“Within reason?” (Y/N) Interrupted. “Who makes that determination?”

“I do.”

“Of course.”

“Problem with that?”

“No sir.”                          

Cas chuckled from beside her.

“What?” Dean asked him annoyed.

“Nothing.” He shrugged. “I like her.”

Dean glared at him and (Y/N) bit her lip. She liked him, too.

“If I say run, you run. If I say hide, you hide. If I say play along you play along with whatever the situation may be, think fast and be convincing. It is quite literally your life and mine on the line. We will have a safe word, that safe word will be “Thunderstruck”, got it?”

“Classic rock. Got it. I dig it.”

Dean nodded with appreciation and surprise.

“If any of the other officers ask you to do anything you are not comfortable with, seems unsafe, or goes against something I’ve said then you use the safe word in front of me and I’ll know to separate them from us as discreetly and quickly as possible.”

“Uhh…” (Y/N) looked between Cas and Dean nervously.

“I’m not worried about him. I can kill him I my sleep and he knows it.” Dean shrugged.

“I already owe him my life like six times over, so I kind of have to be loyal.” Cas agreed.

“Cas and Benny are safe?”

“Cas and Benny are safe, but even they may be leveraged against us. So again- if they do anything out of the ordinary then you use the safe word. Got it?”

“Thunderstruck.” (Y/N) nodded once again.

“Good girl.” Dean smirked and something within her stirred that she didn’t expect. Something she didn’t quite understand because she wasn’t sure she had ever felt it before… she tucked it away in the back of her mind for later.

“Anything else?” She asked.

“This is important, (Y/N). There is no phone. No internet. No communication whatsoever. If we go into town, you are not to use a payphone. You are not to contact friends or family under any circumstances. Stay away from cameras, stay away from public events or people taking selfies with their phones. You cannot be in the background. No matter what. If we ever separate, you are to call Sam or myself. No one else.”

Dean slid a card to you across the table.

“What if you don’t answer… what if. What if you’re hurt and Sam doesn’t answer?”

“We’ll answer.” Dean assured her without a single shred of doubt in his voice. “You hide and lay low until we find you. Protect yourself with anything you can get your hands on.”

“I-I can shoot. I mean it’s been a long time. But I have before.”

Dean looked up to her hesitantly, something in his eyes made her nervous.

“We’ll talk about it another time. Does everything make sense?”

“Yeah. Dean. It makes sense. Stay quiet. Follow directions. Write necessities on the list.”

(Y/N) sighed. Realizing this was going to be a long and difficult road, so she better find a way to make the best of it.

“Good” He nodded. “One last thing, you need a name. One that you can answer to, remember. Write… new identify incase we have to blend.”

“A new name?”

“Yes.”

For some reason this one hurt her. This one she couldn’t swallow. This one made her eyes sting and the room was silent as the two men watched her closely. Dean noted the change in her posture, the way she fixed her gaze on her lap and chewed on her lip.

“(Y/N)?” Cas prompted her softly.

“Yeah, uh.” She mumbled standing. “Can you just do me a favor and pick one?”

She didn’t look up to either of them, but kept her arms crossed tight and her head down.

“Sure.” Dean nodded, as she disappeared around the corner and the sound of her bedroom door closing brought his eyes up to meet Cas.

“You like her too.” Cas whispered.

“Shut up.”

 Authors Note:

Please please please if you’re as interested as I am to see where this goes please let me know or drop a heart. Thanks loves!

#dean #dean winchester #winchester brothers #supernatural #fanfic #spn fanfic #spn #spnfamily #sam winchester #dean x reader

[dw-squirrel]

Debriel Snippet, I'm not sure what to call this.

This would be a new experience for the two hunters, recently the archangel Gabriel showed up. No strings attached, he offered to help them on a few hunts. Such an odd thing to do, but they accepted the help. Keeping their guard up at most times because how are they to know if this is a trap or not?

Why would Gabriel want to help them? It was a simple answer, one Dean wouldn't pick up on right away. But Sam was starting to.

When Gabe would get into the Impala, he sat in the backseat. Not his first choice, but Sam took the front passenger and obviously Dean's driving. But Gabe chooses to sit behind Dean. The decision is something Dean didn't question at first, why would he?

Everything was fine for the first hour. Then randomly Gabe leaned forward and poked Dean just to see how he would react.

In the beginning Dean got a little upset. "what the hell, Gabriel?" And "damnit, Gabe! Keep your hands to yourself" would be the responses to come from the Winchester.

Of course Gabriel would back off for a bit, but he never stopped. This would be the new normal for any ride with him.

But then fast forward a few months later, another car ride. Gabriel in the back. But it's after a real difficult hunt. Gabriel doesn't do any of his usual distracting things. He leaves Dean alone.

He didn't sit directly behind Dean this time, he sat behind Sam. Dean would think it's because he did something wrong and Gabriel wants to be further away, which hurt. Because somewhere along the way he'd started catching feelings. Something he never would admit to..not now anyway.

But the last few hunts had been hard. Witches and powerful gods, they were lucky they had the archangels help. They'd been in some tricky situations before, not sure how to get out.

This time- this time Gabriel saw Dean almost die. Something that he had tried to convince himself didn't bother him. He'd killed Dean before hundreds of times. So why would this bother him? Well- Gabriel hated himself for killing Dean all those times.

He has been trying to teach a lesson to Sam, but in the process he hurt the one person he truly cared about. The one person he didn't want to lose. He said he'd never do something like that again and as long as he could help it, he would protect this man.

They'd started growing closer over the last few months. Bonding over love for the same sweet treats. Sharing greasy diner food. When Sam went to sleep at night, the archangel and the hunter would stay up talking.

Sometimes it was light conversation about a tv show or movie. Finding out they both had similar taste in all forms of media, Gabriel was a lot easier to talk to than anyone ever had been.

Dean never expected to care for the archangel. But he had never really gotten to know him until now.

Sometimes their conversation wasn't as light. They discussed family drama.. they discussed all the times in the past where Gabriel had tried to teach the Winchester's lessons and it rarely went well.

Dean started to understand Gabriel a little more and maybe that was terrifying. But really the archangel wasn't a bad person.

The hunter considered him a friend now. He thought they'd gotten close and Gabriel might like him too.

But this car ride was different.

Dean actually felt sad, when Gabriel sat in a different spot. Eventually he couldn't take the silence anymore. He pulled the car over, then turned around to look at Gabe.

Confused, Sam responded to this with "Dude what the hell?"

But Dean ignored him and only focused on Gabe. "Alright, talk to me. What's going on?"

Gabriel looked at him the Winchester, confusion written all over his face. 'he cares about me?' he thought, not speaking a word.

"Look, I'm not gonna say I'm a fan of all the poking and childish behavior when you're in the backseat. But-" Dean sighed, he totally missed all of that. He wasn't fooling anyone. "I miss you, man. You're not yourself, talk to me."

Once again he was met with silence only this time he could see the tears forming in Gabriel's eyes. Archangels weren't supposed to cry, right? Well- technically they and all angels weren't even supposed to feel anything or have much personality. Gabriel was different.

Dean quickly moved to the back seat to dry the archangels tears "hey, hey whoa- please don't cry."

"You care about me," Gabriel said, his voice quiet. "You- Dean, I almost lost you. I should have been able to stop-"

Dean shook his head. "You did stop it. You did save me. Don't talk like I died, I'm right here, man. I'm right here.."

Gabriel smiled, reaching his hand out and gently brushing his fingers along Dean's cheek, just to prove to himself this was real. Dean Winchester really was sitting beside him, drying his tears. He smiled now. "I love you." his voice was barely above a whisper.

And it was then that Sam's suspicions had been confirmed and Dean- well Dean got confirmation on something he didn't realize meant this much to him until right now.

"I love you too," he said, his voice matching the same volume as the archangels.

Sam would look away after this quiet confession though. Because after this, Dean and Gabe shared their first kiss...

#debriel snippet #i had this sitting in my drafts for a while 😭 #dean winchester #gabriel #gay #dean winchester is bi #dean and Gabe are in love

[theravenstag-andtheteacup]

Honey, Honey

It was shopping day with Will, we do this whenever we decide to leave the house for fun rather than to get the essentials. I took him shopping for some new clothes today, as he needed them. I wasn’t expecting a drastic change in his style. Keeping up with the flannels, and other things. He picked out everything, and I just paid for it all. I didn’t mind, but I do wish he didn’t look like a cartoon character. After that was done, I spotted a Build-A-Bear. I asked Will what exactly Build-A-Bear was, and the next thing I know, he’s dragging me into the store. I looked at all of the animals, and Will told me about the whole store, and how it was a children’s “happy place.” I can see why he was right, given all of the families in the store. Will came up with the idea to make each other out of the plush animals that they had, and surprise the other. I agreed as I thought that it would be a good time for us. I looked around the store for the perfect animal for Will. I found the softest brown dog with curly fur and blue eyes to match Will, and I saw Will grab some sort of woodland creature. I couldn’t make out what exactly it was, but it did appear to be gray. I decided to get a sound for Will’s new toy, and I chose a heartbeat, something that will help him calm down during an anxiety attack. After that was done, I went up to the stuffing machine, did this ritual, and then browsed for a scent. I chose roses because they didn’t have Sweet Williams. After that, I looked around in the clothing section. I chose a blue and green flannel, a pair of black glasses, blue jeans, and a pair of black and white Converse. Once Will was done with his shopping, I paid for the animals, and we headed home. Once Will put his clothes away, it was time for the gift exchange. I went first, and Will was more than excited. His eyes lit up when he saw that he was a dog. Will then gave me my gift.

"A raccoon in a suit." "They didn't have any animals with antlers, so I went with the second best choice. I also picked out the scent of fresh cut flowers." "That's so sweet. I love it." "Really?" "You put a lot of thought into it, as well as care. I love it."

His kiss was soft and sweet, nothing like how I imagined. Today was a very successful day, as well as a fun one.

“Can we watch a movie?” “After dinner?” “That’ll work.” “Sure thing. What did you have in mind?” “I was thinking about watching ‘The Fox and The Hound.’“ “I’ve never seen it.” “Then it’s a must.” “Very well then. What would you like for dinner?” “Burgers and french fries.” “You test the limits of my love consistently.” “You love me.” “That I do. Alright, we’ll have burgers and the watch that movie.” “Can Winston join?” “Of course.” “Yay!” “My dear, you get excited very easily.” “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt that way.” “I know, which is why I don’t mind.”

I made and served dinner, and then Will turned on the movie. I was very interested in it, however not as interested in it as Will was. His eyes were practically glued to screen while he was fidgeting with his hands. I gave him a fidget toy.

“What’s this for?” “I noticed you playing with your hands, and I decided that the device I gave you might help.” “Oh, thank you.”

For the rest of the movie, he was equally invested and calm.

“What did you think of the movie, Hannibal?” “I liked it. It does seem to be a fitting movie for you.” “How so?” “Woodland creatures living a full life with very few consequences, but not for Todd and Copper.” “Todd lost his best friend Copper and the old lady who helped him.” “Copper lost Chief and the old man.” “The old man was horrible.” “I’ll give you that.” “Thank you.” “Of course, now, what shall we do next?” “Old movie marathon?” “Like what?” “James Dean and Anthony Perkins movies.” “We can do that.”

For the rest of the night, we watched all sorts of old movies, and talked about them. We both fell asleep on the couch in comfort. Will was holding onto his stuffed toy with Winston by his side. I joined him in sleep shortly after turning off the lamp. I think we had a very successful day.

#nbc hannibal #nbc hannigram #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannigram fanfiction

[fig-newtons-official]

Somewhere In America

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Summoning: @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @youbloodymadgenius @hashimily

The bag flapping against the broken window was grating on everyone in the car. Duct tape was keeping it in place decently enough, but it seemed that no matter how much they put on, it wasn’t enough to completely secure the bag enough to stop the dreadful cacophony.

Hvitserk switched out the discs from the CD player, much to Ivar and Shadow’s chagrin. They were blessed with the truly wondrous combination of the bag slapping the side of the car in perfect beat with the Pussycat Dolls. Naturally, Shadow’s migraine worsened. He closed his eyes and rubbed at his face with his hands, trying fruitlessly to mitigate the stabbing sensation radiating from his skull.

Ivar appeared to be enjoying the car ride as much as Shadow was. He had his head leaning against the window, staring out the window with his jaw clenched and eyes tight.

“Hvitserk, do you have any other CDs?” He asked in a strained voice.

“Yeah, check the glove box. Is this one not to your liking?” Hvitserk replied with a small smirk.

Ivar started to dig through their music choices as he grumbled, “I suppose this music is marvelous if you’re a drunken sorority girl.”

Hvisterk shrugged while wearing a mischievous grin as he replied, “I guess I am what I eat.”

Ivar turned and stared daggers at his brother. Shadow suppressed a groan as he sunk deeper into his seat.

“You always do your best to make me regret speaking to you.” Ivar uttered in exasperation.

Hvitserk’s smile seemed to get bigger with each moment that he annoyed his brother.

Ivar glanced at Shadow and barked, “Pick a number from one to six.”

He began to wish that he’d paid more attention to the CDs in Ivar’s hands. That damned migraine was making it too arduous to concentrate on anything for too long. Shadow picked number three.

Ivar held up the CD and looked at it with the amount of disgust that is normally reserved for particularly fragrant trash. Shadow didn’t even want to see what it was, so he let his eyelids flutter shut. He just knew that it would be loud and bright, two things that he didn’t need to experience right then. At least with his eyes closed, it minimized the throbbing in his left eye somewhat.

Thusly, they sped down the road to the tune of “Bad Girls” by MIA. It looked like something straight out of a movie. Not a good one, mind you, but a laughably inept B-movie found in the dollar bin that is best enjoyed with a few bottles of one’s favorite alcoholic beverage and friends with a generous sense of humor. (The same might also be said for this fanfiction.)

As the bad girls ‘did it well,’ Shadow pondered his situation as much as the agony in his head would allow. How could his life alone be sufficient to bring back the great halls of Valhalla? That simply didn’t seem reasonable, but then again, much of Shadow’s life didn’t make sense. Was it just because of his connection to Wednesday? Shadow’s life had been enough to bring Wednesday back from death last time, but was it powerfully enough to reinstate an entire subset of the afterlife? He doubted it. Something simply was not adding up.

Shadow dared to speak up, “How do you know that this is going to work?”

Hvisterk frowned at him through the rear view mirror as Ivar responded in exasperation, “What are you on about, Shadow?”

“How do you know that my life will be enough to bring Valhalla back? Is it because Mr. Wednesday told you so? How do you even know that it’s truly gone.” Shadow questioned.

Ivar let out a little scoff. “Well, seeing as we’re here and not there, I think the answer to that question should be clear.”

“So where is everyone else then? Surely, there should be thousands of undead warriors wandering about.”

Ivar’s eyes narrowed as he scoffed again, “Did you think we were the only ones searching for you? Is that where you’re getting confused, boy? They’re out there, we just happened to find you first.”

“It’s just that… you’d think that we would have run into at least one of them at some point. Haven’t you been wondering where everyone else is?”

Ivar parted his lips to respond, but stopped. He and Hvitserk exchanged a glance with each other. The car was uncomfortably quiet for a long time afterwards, until they finally saw a lone tree stretching towards the setting sun.

They were there. They had arrived at the World Tree.

Shadow suddenly gripped the handle just as the car began to wobble a bit. He thought that he’d heard from one of the more car-savvy inmates that he’d encountered that this was called a ‘death wobble.’ Of course, the inmate had been talking about his getaway Jeep, so maybe that was a term exclusive for larger vehicles.

He whispered to the car, “It’s too late. I do appreciate the effort nonetheless.”

Immediately afterwards, the radio switched on its own accord. The chorus of an overplayed rock song began to croon from the speakers. It sang to Shadow, “It’s not too late. It’s never too laaaaaate!”

Hvitserk groaned as the song started and immediately seized the button to change back to his CD.

“Come on, we’re right there!” Ivar snapped.

“I don’t care. I’m not listening to this whiny trash.” Hvitserk countered.

“Ah yes, your taste in music is quite refined.” Ivar quipped.

“You don’t like this music either!”

“It’ll take two seconds to get up the hill. It’s fine.”

The radio was cut off abruptly after Hvitserk smashed the button. Not long after, the car slowed down until it came to a unsteady, bumpy stop. All of the lights on the dashboard flickered off in unison as the wobbling ceased.

All of them sat in heavy silence for a moment. Shadow had expected Ivar to sigh or say something snarky, but the dead man was eerily quiet. For the only the second time since Shadow had met him, Ivar was rendered entirely speechless. He didn’t take it as a good sign.

Ivar dug his crutches into the dirt to raise himself out of his seat. He opened the door closest to Shadow, but before he could exit, the dead man grabbed him by the collar and tossed him painfully onto the ground. Shadow rolled into the momentum to get some distance on Ivar, but quickly realized that Ivar wasn’t advancing on him. He was merely watching Shadow with that cursed smirk.

Shadow snapped, “Why?!”

Ivar snidely replied, “Why not?”

Hvitserk offered Shadow a sympathetic frown as he rose out of the driver’s seat. He looked as if he wanted to help Shadow get up, but thought better of it. He stood close as Shadow started to stand, as if he expected Shadow to try to run. Truthfully, Shadow didn’t know what his alternative was if their current plan failed. He just knew that he had to buy himself time until Ford could get Freya there.

Ivar offered a sardonic smirk, “Did I tell you that you could get up?”

For what felt like the thousandth time, Shadow wanted to knock that smile off of Ivar’s face. Instead, he decided to use his words. He’d had it with this dead prick.

“You know you’ve already won. You got me here. We both know I can’t fight you. I have nowhere to go and no one is coming to save me this time. So why are you still being a shithead?”

Ivar shook his head and chuckled, “You remember what I said about playing stupid earlier?”

“I’m not playing. Please, enlighten me.” Shadow almost snarled his response.

Ivar spoke to him as if he were an idiot, “Shadow, what do you see behind me?”

“You think I’m responsible for the car?” Shadow balked. “It’s got, what, 200,000 miles on it? It’s a clunker. It was bound to fall apart at any moment! It’s more rust than metal, at this point.”

Shadow could’ve sworn that he heard an offended little ‘hey!’ drift from the grill of the broken down car, so softly that it could have easily been mistaken as the wind passing through the trees. Sorry, Ford.

“Ah, yes,” Ivar began darkly, punctuating his words with a tilt of his head. “Just as the storm that you summoned was just ‘typical for the Midwest?’“

Hvitserk chimed in, “What difference does it make? We’re here. Let’s just get him to the tree.”

“The difference it makes is how it happens.” Ivar explained. “See, the traditional method to offer a sacrifice to the Allfather is to hang the offering by the neck,” He slowly drew a line across his throat with his index finger to illustrate his point, “And to spear them. But that is for the ravens. For the worthy. Perhaps an eagle would suit Shadow a bit more, hm?”

Hvitserk appeared to get even more pale than he was before, which made Shadow uneasy in turn.

The ensuing argument between the brothers was in Norse:

“Do you really think that’s necessary, Ivar?”

“As a matter of fact, I do. Do you disagree?”

“When we drew the eagle upon Ælla’s back, that was well-deserved. He had murdered our father. When father drew one upon Jarl Borg, that was also well-deserved. But Shadow? I feel that he isn’t worth that kind of effort.”

Ivar let out sharp a little exhale, smiled humorlessly, then stated, “I have maggots in my lungs, Hvitserk. They squirm every time I speak.”

Hvitserk shuddered, knowing that he was getting close to being at the same stage of decay as his brother, “I know.”

Ivar let a rare moment of vulnerability flicker across his features, but only for a moment, “We were there, Hvitserk. We were in the great halls together, finally, as brothers. We were all reunited. Sigurd and I were actually getting along. Bjorn and I had forgiven each other. And now it’s all gone, because of that fucker over there.”

Ivar paused to give Shadow a scathing glare, then continued, his voice dripping in malice, “You know the stories. You know that if we don’t return, that means that we will continue to rot here as the enemy prepares until there is nothing left of us, or of any one else that has been cast out. You know that if Valhalla falls, the world will be swallowed by the Fenris wolf.“

“I remember the stories well, Ivar. I know what’s at stake.”

“Then you know that his crime greatly eclipses that of Ælla, Jarl Borg, Lagertha and all others that have wronged us. He deserves it more than anybody. You will not change my mind on this.”

“What about what we talked about in the car? Where are they? Bjorn and Ubbe were good trackers, so were Ragnar and Rollo. They wouldn’t be this far behind. What if it really is just us?”

“It’s not just us. It can’t be. There’s no way. Now stop pestering me!” Ivar snapped. However, Hvisterk knew his brother well enough to see that he was just as unsure as he was.

Ivar ended the conversation with a jerk of his chin in Shadow’s direction.

Hvitserk obediently grabbed Shadow by the back of the shoulder and directed the taller man towards the World Tree.

Shadow numbly whispered, “I’m fucked, aren’t I?”

Hvitserk muttered back, “It was worth a try. The most I can offer to do for you now is to kill you before he can make the first cut.”

First cut? Shadow didn’t know what the ‘eagle’ remark had been about, but he was certain that he didn’t want to find out. Hvitserk’s offer of a merry killing also didn’t inspire much confidence. Ivar wasn’t stupid, so Shadow was expecting him to figure out what his brother was up to sooner rather than later, assuming that he hadn’t already.

When they reached the peak of the hill that the World Tree occupied, they were all stunned to see a tall woman facing away from them gazing at the uppermost branches. Shadow guessed that she had to be at least 6”8. Even from behind, he could tell that her brown, tweed suit set was slightly too baggy, making her look rather disheveled. Her hair was a mousy brown that appeared to be darker in some places than in others, as if she had dyed it herself and had done a terrible job at it.

She turned slowly, allowing them to see her face. He wore large framed glasses that didn’t suit her heart-shaped face. That being said, her skin glowed from within, making her appear ethereal despite her frumpy outfit.

Ivar collected himself and greeted her, “Lady Freya.”

The corner of the goddess’ mouth raised almost imperceptibly, “You don’t need to waste that title on me, Ivar the Boneless. I haven’t been a lady in quite some time.”

Ivar hesitated before speaking again. Shadow allowed himself to feel a small moment of victory for catching Ivar off guard. Even so, Ivar’s cool demeanor remained, “May I ask as to why you have chosen to bless us with your presence?”

A familiar, deep voice jovially replied, “I suppose she’s here for the same reason as the rest of you.”

Shadow would know that voice anywhere.

The voice spoke again before Shadow could tilt his chin to look, “Shadow, my boy! You truly are a sight for sore eyes.”

Shadow met the old man’s gaze and was immediately flooded with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. All at once, he was livid, ecstatic, afraid, hopeful, mournful, along with a few other emotions that he wasn’t articulate enough to identify.

Wednesday looked terrible. He was so much older, and appeared to be a mere illusion of himself, almost as if Shadow was looking at a silhouette through particularly thick mist. The old man was propped up in a vintage wheelchair with a pale, geometric quilt over his shadowy lap. His hand shook in the arm of the chair as if on its own accord. His rippling skin was covered in spots. Shadow had taken Wednesday’s glass eye after his apparent death and it appeared that Odin hadn’t bothered to replace it. Despite the fragility of his body, the old man had that same thunder in his single eye that Shadow remembered.

Shadow kept all of what he was experiencing buried deep within himself as he replied, “It’s been a long time, Mr. Wednesday. I would ask if you are well, but clearly that would be silly.”

Shadow couldn’t tell if Wednesday chuckled or coughed, “You’re right, my boy. That would be a ridiculous question. But enough about me-”

“No, this is all about you.” Freya interrupted curtly. “You can start by explaining why our warriors have been ejected from the Halls. Or maybe you’d like to start with how you’re still alive?”

Wednesday grinned at her as if he’d just noticed that she was there, only for the smile to turn into a confused frown, “Freya, my dear, what did you do to your hair?”

Freya scowled and forcibly tucked the discolored strands that framed her face behind her ears, “It was for work. Not important.”

“You used to be so proud, so elegant, so strong. Now, look at you. The great, beautiful Freya, a common pencil pusher. I certainly hope that you have your own desk, at the very least.”

Freya’s eyes narrowed, “Just. Answer. Me.”

The old man eventually shrugged and calmly stated, “Well, my dear, I’m afraid that Valhalla is no more. It must be rebuilt. As you can plainly see, I am in no condition to be doing that on my own, so I had to enlist in the help of these fine, upstanding soldiers to find someone who can aid me in my poor health. Is that so unreasonable?”

Freya scoffed rudely, “You haven’t changed a bit. I have my PhD. Two, in fact, not that you’d ever cared enough to ask. And even if I didn’t have education on my side, it would serve you well to remember that I am not easy to bullshit. You will have to try much harder than that. Or you can save us all some time and simply tell me the truth.”

Wednesday looked hurt. Shadow couldn’t tell if it was genuine or not. “That is the truth. And it pains me deeply to hear that you think I don’t care.”

“I suppose that’s why you offered my hand in marriage to a giant without my say-so simply because you didn’t feel like paying for the wall around Asgard?” She retorted.

Wednesday chuckled once, “Oh, that was so long ago! I’m surprised that you can remember such things-”

She cut him off, “I wasn’t finished. Need I also remind you of the time that…”

As she angrily recant her story, Ivar sighed resignedly and slowly lowered himself to sit in the grass. He glanced at Shadow and Hvitserk and muttered, “If she’s going to list out every time that he’s wronged her, then this could take a while. Might as well rest my legs a bit.”

He then abruptly turned his head and coughed roughly. Shadow’s stomach rolled with revulsion when he saw that Ivar had just spit out a ball of writhing, pale maggots.

As Freya let Wednesday have it, Shadow and Hvitserk shared a glance, then joined Ivar in the grass. It was surprisingly lush to the touch and it felt calming for Shadow the run his fingers through it. Not enough to settle his nerves completely, naturally, but it was helpful. Hvitserk began to rummage around his own coat pockets to find something to occupy his attention. He let out a little excited ‘oh!’ then withdrew a bag of Skittles from his pocket.

“I forgot I had these!” He whispered cheerfully.

He poured a few into his palm then shoved them in his mouth all at once. He offered the bag to Shadow. He politely declined, feeling way too keyed up to eat anything. When the bag was offered to Ivar, he wordlessly took a red one as he continued to watch Freya’s furious audit on Wednesday’s past transgressions. At one point, he tried to cut her off, which only served to amplify her fury.

This went on for what felt liked hours, but in reality was only five minutes. By the time she was finished, Freya was red-faced and out of breath. Wednesday was motionless with a bewildered expression stretching his wrinkled face.

Freya happened to glance over and see the trio sitting on the grass. She briefly looked embarrassed, then bitterly said, “I hope you all enjoyed the show.”

Ivar cleared his throat, or more accurately, kept more night crawlers from crawling out of his windpipe, “If I may, we are in a bit of a rush. The longer my brethren and I are out of Valhalla, the further the decay progresses.”

“Yes, how was this possible, exactly? I was led to believe that Valhalla was designed to hold up without or without your presence.” Freya demanded.

Odin shrugged, “That is what I thought as well. Yet, here we are.”

Freya turned on him and snapped, “I wasn’t speaking to you.”

Wednesday raised an eyebrow and breathed out a dismayed ‘hm.’

Freya stared at Ivar expectantly. He promptly explained, “I suppose that once the Allfather was defeated, the power that he used to keep Valhalla intact dwindled. He needs to regain his strength in order for us to return.”

“And how do you intend to do that?” Freya questioned skeptically.

Ivar grinned in a deceptively kind manner as he replied, “His son,” Ivar nodded at Shadow, “Shadow is more than capable of helping us rebuild. He just had to be brought here so that we could get started.”

Shadow tried to tell Freya with his eyes that what Ivar was saying was a misrepresentation of his situation. She met his gaze and her eyes narrowed.

“Shadow, is it?” After he confirmed his name, she continued, “Come here, please.”

The eyes of both Vikings bore into Shadow as he hesitantly stood up and approached her. When he was close enough to see that she had a small cluster of freckles across her straight nose, she muttered, “Did you come here willingly?”

He whispered, “No.”

“I thought as much. How much of what they are saying is true?”

“They all believe that sacrificing me is the only way to restore Valhalla, but they only know as much as Wednesday has told them.”

Freya nodded slowly, her eyes closing pensively, “I see. And I imagine that you sent your strange, bumpkin friend for me in the hopes that I’d have a better idea?”

“That’s exactly it.”

“I’m afraid I don’t,” At this, Shadow did all that he could to hide his disappointment, but it appeared that she was able to sense it anyhow, as she assured him, “I don’t know what to do now, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t figure that out together.”

Shadow quietly replied, “They seem pretty hellbent on killing me. And if it’s not me, I imagine that they’ll find some other poor fool to sacrifice instead.”

“No. Assuming that Grimnir is telling the truth about requiring blood to bring back the Great Hall, it most likely would have to be you. You’re the son of the Allfather.”

Shadow sighed, “Great.”

“But in my experience, Shadow, there is always more to every story.”

Wednesday suddenly interjected, “As lovely as it is to watch you two chatter with one another, it’d be even better if we could participate in your delightful conversation.”

Freya called back, “One moment.”

“We’ve given you many moments, my dear, and we don’t have many more to spare.” Wednesday argued in his calm, controlled demeanor.

“Just a second! You can wait one second!” Freya retorted before quickly hissing to Shadow, “When I tell you to, run to the car.”

#can you tell that I’ve been diagnosed with chronic migraines and I needed a character to experience my suffering with me? #sorry to end the chapter like this but it just kept getting longer and loooonger lol #shadow moon #ivar the boneless #Hvisterk whiteshirt #Wednesday American gods #american gods x vikings #Vikings #american gods

[imhereforbrownies]

hi!! i’d like to do a ship request for your follower milestone celebration! (congrats btw 🥳)

the group i would like you to pick from for my request is BTS 💜

• my pronouns are she/her/hers

• I am loyal, down to Earth, caring, kind of shy at first when you meet me but in reality i’m outgoing and ambitious, I can be pretty sensitive sometimes, i am somewhat of an Introvert, but I’m also Extroverted.

• I really enjoy exercising (whenever I can), ice skating, running, walking, playing with animals, spending time with family, going out to eat, sightseeing, i LOVE traveling, making art, and cleaning(?)

• my favorite movies/tv films are Jurassic Park, Interstellar, historical films/documentaries, any Disney film, The Watcher, RuPaul’s Drag Race, The Great British Baking Show, really any reality TV shows i’ll enjoy. I love listening to Classical Music along with pop music. I love all kinds of food, my favorite places would have to the forest, the ocean, and the city.

• i do have pets! i have 2 dogs :)

• my dream is to always have fun with anything that I do, don’t take anything too seriously. My goals are mainly academic, which is to make the Dean’s list and to become a visual effects artist for movies and films.

• my sign is Cancer, my MBTI is ISFJ

• i don’t know if i really have an aesthetic..I love pink and Autumn aesthetics, anything light colored.

thank you for taking the time to do this, have a wonderful day!!! 🫶🏻💜

Hi! Thank you so much for your sweet words! I really hope you're having a great day too 💜 also I'm so glad you requested BTS because I usually write for SKZ and I'm so glad when I have a chance to write for my other babies too :)

I am a huge fan of classical music too btw so I'm really glad we have something in common :))

Now to your ship…

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I didn't really hesitate with this one because it kind of came to me as I read the information you gave me about yourself and I think I'd ship you with Jungkook.

My reasoning behind it:

- you're a Cancer and that goes very well along with Jungkook's Virgo

- your personalities seem really similar so I think you'd be able to find a lot of understanding for each other and your views of life hihi

- you're also quite athletic (wow gurl, wish that was me lol) and I think Kookie would actually like that a lot about you

- also he would definitely love your ambition and drive to go after your goals and would be so so so supportive :)

- also your aesthetics seem quite the opposite and I honestly looove that lol

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"What are you up to?"

You glance up from your notebook, your eyes meeting Jungkook's.

"Uhm, just some assignment I struggle with," you admit, turning back to the screen.

"Is there any way I can help?" He asks and you shake your head no.

"Unfortunately. I think this is a bit too much even for you, golden boy," you murmur, making him chuckle.

"Oh, come on," he muses, nudging your shoulder slightly, making you turn around with a smile.

“Any chance I could steal you away for a moment?” He asks, purposefully using his puppy eyes to charm you and you bite on your lower lip, refusing to subject to it so easily.

“I’ve got a lot to do,” you murmur and Jungkook takes a step forward, wrapping his strong arms around your shoulders and resting his head on your right, making your heart flutter in your chest.

“You’ve been sitting here for hours. You need a break. I made some ramyon. We can have some together, hm? And then you can go back to whatever important business you have,” he states, making you chuckle.

“Fine,” you whisper and he grins, untangling his arms from you and letting you get up, before he grabs you by your waist and throws you over his shoulder, making you let out a yelp.

“Kookie!” You exclaim, steadying yourself against his muscular back, making him laugh as he carries you out of the bedroom and into the living room only to lay you down on the couch carefully, his hair a mess and his face flushed as he looks down at you, his cuteness making your heart skip a beat.

“You are crazy,” you state, which makes him chuckle.

“Crazy for you, baby,” he teases, your cheeks warming up at his words.

“W-where’s the ramyon you promised?” You ask and he raises an eyebrow at you.

“Hungry, huh?”

Your stomach grumbles in response, making both of you laugh.

“Apparently.”

“I left it in kitchen, I’ll be right back,” he promises and you hum, straightening up on the couch as you watch Jungkook disappear in the kitchen, smile settling on your lips as you realize how lucky you are to have such a loving, kind and caring person in your life.

What would you do without him?

Starve probably since sometimes you get so caught up in your studies you forget to eat yet Jungkook is always there to take care of you and you’re so so grateful for it.

And so once he comes back, two bowls of ramyon in his hands, you wait for him to put it down and take a seat next to you before you scoot over to him and plant a soft kiss on his cheek, making him turn to you in surprise.

“What was that for?” He asks, his cheeks flushing a bit again.

“For taking care of me, silly,” you murmur and he chuckles.

“You know I love to do that,” he states, smiling at you and you lean your head on his shoulder, cuddling closer, a small smile settling on your lips too.

“I know.”

#bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts #jeon jeongguk #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook x reader #250 followers celebration #shipping hours

[mlobsters]

supernatural s15e7 last call (w. jeremy adams)

this bit with eileen is cute

DEAN It means I got to... I got to get out of here, okay? I just... I got to... I'm gonna take a drive, clear my head. SAM Alone? DEAN Yeah, you know, you and Eileen, you guys are having fun. I don't want to spoil that, you know? SAM Yeah, go, go. Clear your head. Eileen and I have stuff to do. DEAN Yeah, I'll bet you do. Yeah? Hmm? SAM It's not like that. I-I-I meant looking for Chuck and Lilith and... DEAN Sure. Got it. Um, okay, but if, uh, things go your way, just make sure you put the sock on the door so I know.

throwing a love interest at sam real fast out of the blue and i'm like hey wait slow down what now? and i mean, we're not completely blindsided, they set up the flirty thing between them before she died and all. but having her pop back up, sam turned into a witchy genius and finished rowena's spell licketysplit, magicked up her a fresh body and now they're getting drunk at night and making hangover breakfasts in the bunker in the morning. that's a lot. and dean bolting out of there too to stay busy and let them be alone. anyway, solo hunt and lying about it, that always goes well

i dunno, man. i'm having a hard time believing dean would be okay with dumping his cell off no questions asked just walking into this bar

i don't think i'm in the right mindset to watch dean flirting and gallivanting living his swayze road house dreams

next day, not sure it's improved (i've been sick [stomach variety] coming up on a week, i am so tired of this) but maybe i can get it done anyway.

i gather this dude christian kane must be a music friend too since i guess they have a bandmate in common, steve carlson? i tried to watch leverage but it didn't grab me, i think it made it through a season or so? and funnily enough, the music kind of put me off 🥴 the cheesiest of heist music

i watched the trailer for road house from 1989 (because apparently there's a new road house (2024) with gyllenhall) and wow. something about bouncing people in pleated pants. i probably would have enjoyed it when i was teenager but i think i need the modern sensibilities of the remake if i'm gonna enjoy a big ridiculous action movie that focuses on just punching the shit out of each other :p

the tone of this scene where sam's about to kiss eileen is just weird. the music is kind of.. mushy wistful, like the mushy music theme but different. and there's a lot of awkward exchanging of looks. and then sam gets clued in what eileen's talking about. i'm just really not picking up what they're putting down. but get a big dramatic interruption with cas popping back in.

also fucking netflix and its caption placement is consistently awful.

CASTIEL Good. I've been thinking about that gun, the, uh... the Equalizer? When you shot God, it fired a piece of your soul.

his SOUL. sure. SURE

DEAN Man, so I don't think I've seen you since Sammy was in college.

gotta tally up all the hunters they mentioned he worked with while sam was in college. think richie too? sure there's others

from 3x04 sin city SAM Not too bad. How do you two know each other? DEAN You were in school. RICHIE It was that succubus, in Canarsie right?

CASTIEL No, but I am sure I can't heal the wound. Maybe I can probe it. SAM Probe it? CASTIEL Study it, see if it can lead us to Chuck.

jamming his fist into sam's chest rooting around for his non-existent soul, sucking the leftover angel grace out of his neck with a needle, what's a little probing of a soul wound from god

DEAN Okay. One, three bottles of Jaeger is nobody's friend, and "B," they were twins.

may have just yelled, BRO! DAMNIT! lol i thought we were done with the 1, B (A, 2) thing that drives me up a WALL whenever it comes up because i can't find the paul reiser mad about you reference to him doing it despite being quite sure that he used it a lot in that show

LEE Whoa, no, they were not twins. They were triplets, uh, and we split them up fair and square.

dean and dudes and triplets.

from 10x01 black DEAN Okay, see, the deal was we howl at the moon -- no time stamp, no expiration date. CROWLEY We've howled. We've bayed. We've done extraordinary things to triplets, all of which have been massively entertaining. I will treasure our Flickr albums forever. But now it's time for us to accept what we are and go back to work.

--

DEAN Trust me, uh, bigger doesn't always equal better. Besides, who's gonna look out after the little guy? God certainly isn't. LEE Damn, brother, that's dark. DEAN Yeah, it's been a rough, uh... it's been a rough decade, Lee.

understatement of the century

(wiki)

The band at Swayze's Bar is a band made up of the Supernatural crew called The Impalas that has played together for many years. Here they are called "The Texas Impalas" and are made up of Perry Battista, Tracy Dunlop, Dave Webb, Cam Beck, and Chris Glynn Jones.

that's neat. i'm glad at least we got some dean singing that wasn't intentionally cringey. i feel like this episode is fan service, but dean/jensen is the main fan in question lol

SERGEI Small thing. CASTIEL What is it? SERGEI Sam is... dying.

of course he is! he's almost dead or actually dead CONSTANTLY. jesus.

and dean's buddy acting shifty, of course. also rolling my eyes that they had this friend insist that the car was raptured based on no info

SERGEI Ah, well, there you go. Most wounds want to be healed, to be whole. But this, this wound is different. It goes down to his very soul. But also out into the world. From what I can tell, his soul, it's connected to something or someone somewhere. Except, as you probed deeper, you forced the soul to stretch from Sam's body to... EILEEN Where? SERGEI I don't know. But now it's like a rubber band. If it is stretched too far, too long, pop, it snaps, and Sam dies.

LOL sure. they've destroyed my suspension of disbelief i just can't haha and castiel's face made me laugh

and now cas just had supposedly bobby?? watching this rando's niece so he could threaten with killing her to get what he wants? sure!

LEE Well, not the old me, anyway. I wasn't kidding about Arizona. What that thing did to that family, those kids, it stuck in my head. If evil like that exists in the world, then guys like you and me, we ain't ever gonna win. The best we can do is just have a little fun. The last Hunt I did, the one right around here, I found something.

very logical and sense-making

LEE You don't, Dean? I am you. I'm just you that woke up and saw that the world was broken. DEAN Then you fix it. You don't walk away. You fight for it.

dean-o gets to remember the lesson that he does actually care and is willing to fight even if it's unclear what's god pulling strings vs his distinct choice

LEE Why do you care so much, Dean? DEAN Because someone has to. LEE Well, then... I'm glad it was you.

uh huh. insert another eyeroll lol. ugh. i'm being an asshole but they lost me :p

SAM Dean, Chuck is weak. I think we can beat him. I think we can beat God.

okie doke. team free will whatever dot whatever, back at it

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 15x07 #spn clip #jeremy adams #christopher lennertz #tim wynn #spn musical score