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welldonebeca · 7 months

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Trust Your Doctor (2)

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Sam’s eyes watched slowly as Nancy undressed behind the curtains, her tight little body creating the sexiest of silhouettes, and his hands just itched to pinch her small tits.

He remembered very well how she usually dressed. Sam had been seeing her for nearly 4 years now, since she had turned 15, and this was probably the first time she didn’t just come in baggy clothes, but a pretty dress.

It was adorable, she was trying so hard to look like a grown-up but still looked like just a little girl.

She wasn't even 19 yet, and was just a little virgin planning to fuck a random boy who didn't deserve such an opportunity, and would certainly not know what to do.

Sam couldn't let her do that.

He was older and wiser, a doctor who knew everything about her little body and what he was doing.

So he was going to help her.

He watched as she put her clothes on the nearest chair, and moved his eyes away when Dean's message popped up on his computer.

'I just locked up. Have fun with your girl.'

Sam rolled his eyes.

'Okay.'

He raised his gaze up again, and she was already standing up and waiting.

“Are you ready, Miss Sousa?” he called out.

Sam stood up, and she just stood frozen on his spot.

"Yes, sir," she answered quickly, voice high and cute.

He walked around the room, eyes never leaving her as he pulled the curtains away, and smiled softly when she looked up at his face.

"Please, lay down," he told her.

Nancy rushed to obey him, little hands clenching the ugly gown to cover her tiny body, and Sam had to control himself from just telling her she didn't need to do that.

But the gown would be off soon enough.

Sam raised his eyes and held back a grin as her pretty cheeks reddened up in a flush, and she chewed her lower lip.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Nervous," she mumbled.

He rubbed her foot softly.

"It's okay," Sam assured her. "You're safe."

Nancy nodded, little fingers clenching the gown.

"I know," she mumbled. "I'm just... not used to being naked around hot men."

Sam raised his eyebrows, surprised at the compliment.

"Men," she corrected herself quickly, blushing even more. "Around men."

He looked away, licking his lips, and his mind rushed to what she was hiding for him. He remembered her nipples, tiny and pink, mouthwatering. Maybe they were hard right now; that was why she was hiding so much.

Sam remembered very well the last time she had been in his office. Her mother was right there, hovering over him, sitting right by her side as he worked and listening and taking notes. She was right there when her little teen daughter got wet for him as he examined her with his fingers, little clit swelling and virgin hole drooling.

And now, mama wasn't around.

And he was going to show it to her before she made the mistake of letting her stupid little fling into her.

"Alright," he pulled his chair. "Ready?"

She nodded, and Sam walked to her side, raising his hands to hers and slowly prying them away.

"Did you notice any lumps or changes since I've seen you?" he asked, pressing on the soft flesh of her breasts.

They were proportional to her body, so small he could cover them with a single hand of his.

Nancy gulped.

"No, sir."

Sam hummed softly, thumb touching her tiny nipple, already feeling it hard, though he had barely touched her.

"Any leaking I should be worried about?" he asked.

Nancy shook her head.

"No, sir," she mumbled again.

"Good girl," he answered back.

She gasped, and Sam raised his gaze to her face, finding her brown eyes wide.

"Uh?" she asked.

"When you were here before, your mother always had all of the answers written down," he reminded her. "Good job."

Her shoulders relaxed, and Sam wondered if she had bought it.

"Any pain?" he moved down her body, fingers skimming down her little stomach.

He watched as she shivered, and pressed on her lower stomach, checking for any differences over her uterus.

"Just some period cramps," she told him. "Nothing much."

"All going fine," she whispered.

He nodded, yet unsatisfied.

"When are you expecting your period? I need some data to help you with the pill."

Her face reddened.

"I'm ovulating today," she told him. "So... I think it's... next week or something?"

Sam tried not to scoff.

She shouldn't have come when she was ovulating. Didn't she know it would make things too risky?

He couldn't cum inside her.

Not yet, at least.

He'd fill her up soon enough.

"Okay," he mumbled.

Sam moved to pull his chair and sit between her legs, and exchanged a look with Nancy when he realised she'd cover herself up again. He would spank her hands away if he could. Soon enough, though, she'd be comfortable with him not to hide, he knew it.

"Sorry," she mumbled, pulling the gown up from where it was covering her pussy.

Sam didn't answer, just adjusting himself as her little pussy was exposed, bare and hairless.

She had waxed just for him. What a lovely girl.

"Sorry," she mumbled. "The guy I'm seeing likes hairless girls, so I waxed."

He looked at her, surprised, and clenched his jaw.

Not for him, then.

"I know you don't care about that," she added quickly. "But... yeah..."

"It is up to you," he told her. "But being hairless isn't that good for you. The hair protects you from some infections and is very hygienic. Don't let people tell you otherwise."

She blinked, brown eyes watching his face very curiously.

"The beauty standard is constructed around prepubescent girls," he added. "No wrinkles, no hair, tiny... you are an adult. You shouldn't let a random boy tell you what to do with your body."

She should have the freedom to look however she wanted to look like. No random boy should be telling her what to do with herself.

Nancy nodded slowly, pretty cheeks blushing again as she stared at him in awe.

"Thank you, Sam," she smiled, much sweeter and relaxed, and her eyes widened when she realised her slip. "I mean... doctor. Thank you, doctor."

He just smiled.

"You can call me Sam," he assured her.

He watched as her little body relaxed, and her legs spread a little wider.

Sam moved his eyes back down and licked his lips under his mask.

There it was, the pretty cunt that had him hooked.

It looked just as tight as he remembered, and he recalled very well having to will himself into not sliding a finger into it when her mother was right there. But they were alone now; he could do whatever he wanted with her.

She jumped when he touched her, very softly, and he watched as she relaxed on her spot.

"Are you okay?" he asked, rubbing a finger on her folds.

"Yes, sir," she nodded.

Sam hummed positively, and watched as her little cunt squeezed around nothing, begging for his finger.

"Tell me if anything hurts," he told her.

Nancy nodded and he bit his lower lip when he heard a little whimper from her when moved a finger over her clit.

Such a hot little thing.

Sam could see her pussy swelling up a little bit, clit engorging, and wetness just starting to show on her little hole, escaping the hymen-covered entrance.

Fuck.

Sure, Sam had touched her clit once or twice, faking an accident or two, but now... now he could play with it as he wanted.

And when he did, he had the pleasure of watching her clench and gasp.

He could see how she was a little confused, squirming and looking at him.

"Any pain?" he asked again, moving his glove-covered thumb down to her entrance, collecting wetness and going back to her clit.

He traced two circles over her sensitive bud, waiting for an answer, and raised his head, finding her looking at his face with her lower lip between her teeth.

"No," she stuttered. "I... no. No. But..."

He moved his eyes down again, and spread her.

"I need to check," he reminded her.

She moaned softly, and he smirked behind his mask.

Sam continued to play with her clit, watching her pussy reacting to him so perfectly.

He wetted his finger on her hole, hearing as her moans and cries grew, legs spreading wide and hips moving, looking for more.

"Good girl," he cooed, unable to keep himself quiet. "Very good girl."

Fuck, he loved little virgins. They were always so sensitive.

Her legs trashed as her felt her little clit throbbing under his finger, and Sam held her hips down with his free hand.

"Doctor," she protested with a loud cry, as if unable to control herself. "I..."

"It's okay," he assured her. "It's okay, baby. Let go. It is so good for you."

Her eyes fell on him, and her face was just curled in pleasure.

"Sam!" Nancy cried.

"I know, baby," he assured her. "You can trust me. I'm a doctor."

. . .

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trektraveler · 1 year

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My Hero

Summary: Doctor Sam WInchester had fallen hard for the woman living just down the hall. She was easily the most adorable and the most accident-prone creature he had ever met! Yet for all the times he came to her rescue, he was too shy to make a move. Maybe he could work up his courage, if he got just one more chance...

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Sam x Reader, Doctor!Sam Winchester x You

Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader, Garth, Dean Winchester

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, fluff

One Shot

Word Count: 3700

Author’s Notes: I swear, every time I get sick all I want is a Winchester to come and take care of me. Is that really so much to ask?? I think not! This is my very first Sam x Reader fic! I have a few more ideas rattling around for the youngest Winchester brother, but this is decent practice. For now. Enjoy!

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Coming, coming!” Sam pulled t-shirt over his head as he trotted to the front door. He’d been getting ready for bed when the insistent knocking started.

The door swung open to a very nervous young man in a Wong’s delivery uniform. Sam recognized him from the few times he ordered from them.

“Hey, its Garth, right?”

“Yeah,” he shifted on his feet, his eyes round with worry, “You’re a doctor, aren’t you?”

Sam’s instantly shifted into his professional mode. He was currently an attending at Lawrence General Hospital, having just moved back a year ago from L.A. It had been an adjustment, but a welcome one. Big city life didn’t suit Sam at all.

“I am. What’s going on?’

“I was dropping off an order down the hall to the lady in 302 and I heard this thud behind the door and now I can’t get her to answer. I think something’s wrong.”

Sam was already grabbing his medical bag, “Show me.”

302. He knew the woman who lived there. More or less. They kept running into each other. He first discovered her fighting with the soap dispenser in the laundry room. Then again when she locked herself out of the building during a thunderstorm. And then last week when the elevator got stuck between floors. He always seemed to be wandering by when she needed a rescue. She was funny, smart, accident prone, and completely adorable.

Sam had been working up the courage to ask her out, but something always seemed to crop up. An extra shift at the hospital or a birthday party for a colleague. He knew it was an excuse. For all of his professional success, Sam was, and always had been, extremely shy.

“Y/N?” He knocked loudly on the closed door, then tried the handle and found it locked.

“Alright, stand back,” he said to Garth. In one powerful move, Sam kicked the door in, the heel of his foot landing in just the right spot to splinter the doorjamb.

“Damn,” Garth blew out an impressed breath, “You aren’t even wearing shoes.”

You were laying in the foyer. Curled on your side with your hair spread out like a halo. A wallet sat a few inches away from outstretched fingers.

Sam was at your side in an instant, gingerly turning you over and searching for a pulse, “Y/N? Can you hear me?”

Garth hovered nearby, nerves in his voice, “Is she okay?”

Sam ran a hand over your forehead, “She’s burning up. Go see if you can find a washcloth and a glass of water.”

His worry only grew when he carried you to the couch and you still didn’t come to. He held your limp body up with one hand while he worked your hoodie off with the other, leaving you in a tank top and yoga pants. He’d strip that off you too, if he had to. Every inch of bare skin he touched felt like it was on fire!

“Why isn’t she waking up?” Garth asked handing Sam a kitchen towel.

“Dehydration. With a fever this high, it can happen quick.” Sam dipped the towel in the water filled coffee mug and bathed your face and neck. Sure enough, his efforts were rewarded.

You groaned, even that soft sound reverberated through your pounding head. Everything hurt and all you wanted was to slip back into the blankness of sleep. But it was so noisy! Someone kept talking, like the parents in a Snoopy cartoon. Unintelligible, insistent, and so annoying!

Sam gently tapped your cheeks, “Y/N. Come on, darlin. Open your eyes for me.”

With a bit of coaxing, you did as he asked. Everything around you swirled and slowly came into focus. Your head felt heavy and fell to the side, Sam was there and smiled down at you. As a reflex, you smiled back before your fevered brain could catch up and tell you who you were looking at.

“Hey… it’s my hero.”

Sam chuckled in relief, “Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty.”

“You’re here. That’s so nice… why are you here?”

“You passed out,” he replied, pressing the cool cloth to your brow. “Do you remember what happened?”

You tried to search your memory, but everything was so fuzzy! “Um, I came home from work… I was sick. Felt really bad. Everything hurt. Achy and cold. Headache. Then I ordered soup from the place down on Main Street. I dunno…I feel a little out of it.”

There was a blood pressure cuff wrapped around your bicep that was inflating. Where did that come from? Sam was doing that doctor thing where they listen to you talk while taking vitals at the same time.

How did doctors do that? Did they teach that in med school? It seemed especially confusing to you as your thoughts kept skipping away and going down rabbit holes.

Cool fingers felt under your jaw, pressing against swollen lymph nodes. He always had such a gentleness about him. Such grace. Surprising for a man of his size, but he seemed to take such care with you. Like you were the most rare, delicate creature in the world.

Last week when you found yourself stuck in the elevator, it was Sam who answered your call. He muscled open the doors single handed and lifted you up though the opening without breaking a sweat. You were more than a little awe struck by his display of strength and chivalry. If you’d had half a brain, you’d have invited him for coffee as a thank you. As it was, you were preoccupied with being late to work. A sadly missed opportunity with your handsome neighbor.

“You came home from work, was that last night?”

“Um, yeah. Yes. As if Mondays aren’t sucky enough.”

Sam’s eyebrows rose, “That was two days ago.”

“What?”

“Today’s Wednesday.”

That information had you on the move. You sat straight up and instantly went white. The room titled and if it weren’t for Sam’s hands steadying your shoulders, you probably would have slid right off the couch.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Not so fast,” Sam advised, forcing you to recline.

“I gotta go call work… or… somebody.”

“The only place you are going is to the E.R.”

“No, I can’t go to the hospital.”

“Y/N, listen to me. You’re dehydrated to the point that you fainted. Your fever is 103, that’s dangerous territory.”

Sam tried to be stern, but he just didn’t have it in him. You looked so pitiful with your hair sticking to the sweat slick skin and the dark smudges under your eyes. You were desperately sick and he wasn’t going to simply leave you without treatment.

“I know a lot of people are scared of the doctor, but I promise I’ll be right there with you.”

You swallowed, wincing at the feeling of knives in your throat. “I’m not scared, I’m uninsured. My job is new, benefits don’t kick in for thirty days.”

Garth piped up, “You’re a doctor, can’t you just prescribe something and treat her here?”

“It’s not that simple. She needs to be admitted so they can get an I.V. going and get some fluids into her system. And bring that fever under control.”

He felt your head loll against him. He looked down in alarm and found you’d lost consciousness again.

“Y/N? Wake up, Y/N!”

This time no amount of effort would bring you around.

“Damn it,” Sam growled as he got to his feet. He grabbed a notepad from your entry table and scribbled a list down. “Do you know that walk-in clinic on 42nd street?”

Garth followed him, “Yeah, I pass it on my way to work.”

“Great. My brother is on call there tonight, go in and ask for Dean. Tell him it’s for me, he’ll help you.” Sam tore off the list and thrust it into Garth’s hand, “Get everything and hurry!”

Garth shoved the paper in his pocket, “What if they don’t believe me? That clinic isn’t in the best part of town, junkies hassle them all the time.”

“Dean will believe you but in case he doesn’t say Poughkeepsie. It’s our go word, means drop everything.”

“A secret code word, you guys must be brothers,” Garth muttered on his way out the door.

You woke feeling warm. Bundled up in something soft and secure. Your eyes stayed closed as you enjoyed the luxurious feeling. Most mornings you woke up stiff with your muscles complaining about the ancient futon you had yet to replace. It was left over from college and the wood slats dug into your hips, but moving to a new town was expensive! Anything like a proper mattress would have to wait until you had a few more paychecks under your belt.

You stretched a bit, content to roll over and fall back into your dreams, but something tugged on your hand and pinched. You frowned and tried again; it was like you were caught in a fishing net.

“What the hell…?” You grumbled unhappily, determined to keep your eyes closed out of stubbornness. You blindly felt around and found a tube and tape attached to your right hand.

Your eyes popped open. An I.V.?

You weren’t in your bed. You weren’t in your room! Where the hell were you?

The dimensions matched your bedroom, but it wasn’t bare bones like yours. This one was painted a lovely smoke grey. Bookshelves lined one wall and a mahogany dresser matched it on the other. The bed was the biggest you’d ever seen. The headboard was massive and intricately carved. The mattress was firm but yielding.

The bedside table housed bottles of medication, a stethoscope, a digital thermometer, and a glass of water. You remembered being sick. Sicker than you’d ever felt. You remembered your boss sending you home then… nothing. Just a blur.

You sat up slowly. When the room didn’t spin, you decided to press your luck. You pulled back the covers enough to dangle your feet over the edge. Your toes found plush carpet. You felt weak, but not dizzy. And you were cold without the blankets. Looking down you found bare legs. You were wearing only your tank top and Wonder Woman underwear.

Fuck. Where the hell are my clothes?!

With a quick yank, you pulled the I.V. out and headed for the door.

“Yeah, Dean I know. If I promise to wash and wax your car, will you get off my case?”

“No way in hell you are waxing my Baby, do I need to remind you about Liza Raffaella in the eighth grade?”

“Please don’t,” Sam groaned into the phone.

“It’s wax on, wax off. Not wax on, go chat up a nerd girl for three hours while the wax bakes on in the sun!”

“Sam?”

Sam spun at the raspy voice behind him. You were standing in the hall, your hand braced against the wall for balance. You looked a little wobbly, but far better than you had in hours.

“I gotta go,” he told his brother before ending the call. “Y/N, hey. How you feeling?”

“Confused. How did I get here and where are my clothes?”

“Oh!” Sam’s cheeks colored instantly as he grabbed a soft, woven throw from the back of an over-sized chair. He draped it over your shoulders and ushered you to the sofa.

“Sorry about that, your fever was sky high. Needed to bring it down in a hurry. Here, sit.”

You sank down onto a couch that was just as comfortable as the bed you’d woken up in. Sam disappeared into the kitchen then returned with a glass of ginger ale and some crackers. He was rattling off something about Chinese takeout and your pants being in the laundry. All the while he was fussing over you. His long fingers found the pulse point on your wrist, and he produced a pen light from somewhere to check your pupils.

After a few minutes, he realized you were staring at him, “Y/N?”

“Sam, grateful that I am for your hospitality and bedside manner… I still don’t understand why I’m here.”

“Well, I figured it would be a better place for you to recover… with all the construction.”

Now you were really confused, “Construction?”

Sam rubbed the back of his neck and embarrassment turned his ears pink, “Yeah. I ah… I kinda broke down your door.”

“What?!”

“You weren’t answering! I just had a really bad feeling, and I would never have forgiven myself if something happened to you.”

His gaze traveled your face then locked on your eyes. “I was worried about you.”

You looked at him, really looked. He was beautiful, as he always was, but there was an edge of exhaustion to his features. His five o’clock shadow was darker than you’d ever seen it. The fine lines around his eyes and lips were etched deeper and his hazel eyes were slightly red. Even his enviable hair was disheveled.

“So, you committed destruction of property to save my life?”

“I did.” He gave a nod, his tone teasing, “You gonna turn me in?”

A small smile played around your lips, “Nah. I might need your services again. I have a habit of getting into trouble. Nice to know I’ve got my own personal hero on call.”

“You call, I’ll come running.”

Two Years Later:

“That was not our first date!”

“We spent the entire weekend curled up in my bed, it counts.”

“I was unconscious!”

“Not the whole time,” Sam countered, threading his fingers through yours, “Sometimes you’d wake up. Of course, you were delirious. You did have some of the most creative fever dreams… what was that one about the Catholic church hiding the existence of extra-terrestrials by dressing them up like the clergy?”

“They were hiding dinosaurs, not aliens. Tiny dinosaurs under their creepy old lady robes. And still, not a date. I think you’ll find most dating experts would agree with me on this.”

“Dating experts?”

“Your brother.”

Sam huffed out a laugh, “Don’t be fooled by the rumors, he’s not the Casanova everyone thinks he is.”

“I dunno, guy gets a lot of dates.”

“First dates. Ask him about his batting average for second dates.”

“Oh yeah? Got him beat, do you?”

“Hands down.”

Sam curled a finger under your chin and brought his lips down to meet yours. You hummed happily as an electric spark zinged all the way down to your toes. It was crazy that even after two years he still managed to excite you with just a touch, or a look. You never had to doubt his feelings for you, he wore them openly and proudly. He never missed the opportunity to hold your hand in the grocery store or to wrap his arm around your shoulders at the movies. A kiss to the temple, a hand at the small of your back. Every touch was filled with the warmth of the sun on a summer’s day. Every night was filled with the heat and passion of desire that could never be sated.

You leaned into Sam’s side as he guided the two of you down the winding path that cut through the willows. “So, tell me Doctor Winchester, why haven’t I been to your family’s estate before?”

“I wouldn’t call it an estate, it’s just a few acres.”

“I don’t care if it’s a patch of dead grass… you have horses! Horses, Sam! I’ve wanted to go horseback riding since I was ten.”

“We might be able to squeeze in a lesson for you before we head home.”

“Really?!”

“I’ll bet you’re a natural, you’re already an expert with a riding crop,” he whispered in your ear.

“Sam!” You admonished him, instantly turning red, “That was a one time!”

“Best birthday ever. And to answer your question; you haven’t been here before because I was waiting.”

The path curved and opened up to a decent sized pond. A dock jutted out onto the clear, still waters and ended in an elaborate gazebo. Painted a picturesque white and topped with a copper finial, hundreds of tiny fairy lights hung from the rafters glittering with magic and romance.

“Oh wow,” you breathed, following Sam down the planks. “This is like something out of a book. God, it’s beautiful!”

“My parents built this place from the ground up. Mom had this vision in her head about a pond where she could come and watch ducks. Teach her kids to swim and fish. So, one summer, Dad started digging. I don’t think he even had a plan, all the neighbors thought he was crazy! But he was stubborn and determined. And he loved my mom more than anything.”

You walked out to the end of the platform and leaned out on the railing. Dragonflies danced along the surface of the water as the sun began to set and the crickets started to sing. “He did a great job. Did he build the gazebo too?”

“Anniversary present,” he confirmed, joining you by the railing. “This was my favorite spot when I was a kid. Dean loved the garage, hanging with Dad and tearing apart trucks with the radio blasting. I couldn’t stand the noise, so I’d come out here. Even in the winter.”

Suddenly, a swan flew down and landed in the middle of the water. Graceful and noble, it glided across the water sending the slightest of ripples out in its wake. As it turned, you could see a single black feather against the white of its tail.

“Oh! I’ve never seen a swan with one black feather.”

“He’s always had it, never could figure out why. He showed up when I was ten and just never left. I call him Solomon.”

“Is it just him? I thought swans always paired up?”

“Well, that’s the thing, they do have mates for life, but he showed up alone. And I know it sounds silly, but he was mopey. He didn’t take a lot of interest in anything; he didn’t interact with the ducks or even pay any attention to me when I tried to feed him. He was sad. Some animals grieve and I think he was grieving for his lost mate.”

“Poor guy,” you murmured, watching as Sam took a packet of birdseed from his pocket and tossed a bit out on the water.

“When I left for college, Solomon migrated and didn’t come back in the spring. I thought I’d seen the last of him, but then I got a call from Mom this past summer. He was back and he brought someone with him.”

As if on cue, a second swan swooped down and landed beside Solomon. Pure white and just as lovely. They looked like a postcard, gliding on the sunlit water.

“You’re kidding! He found another mate? I didn’t know swans would do that!”

“Some do, special cases. And Solomon’s no fool, he might have been content to be alone forever, but when that right one came along, he snapped her up.”

“That’s amazing!” You turned to Sam with a beaming grin, but stopped short when you realized he wasn’t standing there beside you. He was kneeling.

“Sam.”

He took both of your hands in his, tipping his face back to gaze up at you with such tenderness and devotion it made your breath catch.

“I’ve been thinking about this moment for a long time. I knew what I wanted to do and how I wanted it to look, but the words never came. Everything I wrote seemed inadequate. Even the word love falls short. It’s not enough, it’s not big enough. Being with you is a revelation, Y/N. You call me your hero, but baby… it’s the other way around. You rescued me.”

Tears had already gathered in your eyes when he pulled out a blue velvet box. A diamond solitaire sparkled inside like a star in the sky.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever have the words, but I swear to show you. To treasure you, to make your happiness my mission. To answer your call and to love you for all my days.”

You dropped down to your knees and tackled him. Your arms flung around his neck, nearly knocking him over in your enthusiasm. He caught you with a laugh and kept the two of you from tumbling off into the water. You kissed every square inch of the face you’d loved since he first rescued you. And you laughed. Joy bubbled up from your heart like effervescent Champagne.

“You astonishing,” Kiss. “Brilliant,” kiss. “Romantic,” kiss, kiss. “Beautiful,” kiss, kiss, kiss.

“Y/N… baby…”

“Yes?” Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.

His hands wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you back slightly so he could look into your eyes. He traced the curve of your face, fondly tucking your hair behind your ear. You were always moving, always racing towards everything in life. It was something he loved about you, your exuberance. Your passion! You burned so bright, his light even on the darkest days.

“Will you marry me?”

Your brow creased in confusion before you realized, he didn’t actually say the words a moment ago. You been so excited that he never got the chance.

“Yes,” you nodded, your forehead coming to rest against his. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Sam slipped the ring onto your finger, “Will you look at that? Perfect fit.”

“Guess that means you’re stuck with me now.” You shifted so that you were sitting in his lap, your hand cupped his jaw, “I should tell you up front that I tend to get into trouble, there’s a good chance that you’ll be required to rescue me from time to time.”

“Good thing rescuing you is my second favorite activity.”

“Second favorite?”

“Yeah,” he murmured against the curve of your neck, “Let me show you the front runner.”

Before long, Sam had swept you away in a haze with his deft fingers and clever tongue. The title of Hero that you bestowed on him became a running joke through the years and then a loving nickname. But that didn’t make it any less true. He’d always been a hero, and now he was yours. TAGLIST @deans-baby-momma @muchamusedaboutnothing @peterpangirl21 @ficbreaks @teresa-67 @sacriceria @verytoadpapersoul @heartbreak-of-a-marauder @savspersonalproperty @deanwanddamons @jenwinchester40 @perpetualabsurdity @starryeyeseunbyul @sexyvixen7 @katsbratsupernaturalwhore @agirlwithdemonblood @jerkbitchidjitassbutt @imthedoctorlove @roonyxx @smellingofpoetryy @deanwinchesterswitch @thinkinghardhardlythinking @pink-sparkly-witchly-witch @barewithme02 @deadlynightshadeindustries @jc-winchester @mrswhozeewhatsis @kinderousmaster @lyarr24 @aphorism-001 @onlinecemetery @allonsy-yesiwill @myeagletoadmaker @panicking-outside-the-disco @haylie-spnfam4evr @lauraashley93 @foxyjwls007 @bluedragonflylady @foxyjwls007

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Hi lovlies!!

Guys, thank you so much for all the request especially from the poppy playtime fandom!! I just wanted to remind you guys that I alot of other fandoms and i would love if you sent me a request from oneᡣ𐭩

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𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞!

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𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏 𝐎𝐍𝐄: Head over to your camera roll. The last celebrity or fictional character saved to your gallery is your time-travelling companion --- are you safe? 🔮

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Safe travels! 🥂

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I’ll start things off!

Save, thriving, and happy. I trust Aragorn with my life and he totally seems the type to stay cool during a trip like this. Looks like we’re travelling to 16th century Venice to scout the library and fall in love. Oh my gosh, imagine all the books!!! Was this intentional? Maybe, possibly...

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To all fanfiction readers out there, I have one question: What is better? Having one really long fanfic or having this fanfic split up into several books?

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In Another Universe

Chapter 20

Mount wundagore

You float on midair with Darhold Infront of you with branches of numerous realities around you, Wong held captive by the red mist, hands tied and bloody and bruised face. Eyes closed you reach out the universe where you could dream walk, to get close to your family faster. While you still hear your subconscious reach earth 838.

Earth 838 y/n was making table as you watch, Alex and your boys watching a new movie that the boys wanted watch for a quite some time. As the variant y/n move to get more dishes you follow, feeling the presence the variant glance back but you hide behind the staircase that led to second floor of the house. An ominous feeling crept through her spin as the wind starts to get harsher, the floor felt slippery as her legs tumbled the picture of her earlier birthday seems to look at her making her breath gets shorter the lights creaked. The broth dish starts to move she take the dish her hands but the wind gets harsher and more made her almost drop it and place it on the side her breath gets shorter a massive headache that made her hunch over the front of the sink.

Shaking her head, she stands a sigh leaving her lips she unintentionally glance at window to see a reflection of her but in different clothes, she doesn’t look like her at all even the though the facial features are same. She can see its not her its someone else someone more cruel, cold hearted, she seems to glare at her.

She tries to move but her feet kept her an excruciating pain exploded in her chest she closes her eyes face pinched at the pained expression, suddenly everything went quite as she opens her eyes a red hue shine in her iris.

You sigh as you able to get inside your variant.

“Mom, are you alright?” a small voice called you from behind.

“yeah” you slowly turn to see your son Charlie stand there with a worried look on his face. At the sight of him you melt inside. He slowly walks towards you as you watch with adoration.

He stands Infront of you kneel before him, his put his little hands on your forehead puzzled pout on his lips when he feels no temperature but he heard you wince. “You alright mom?”

You smile wholeheartedly a tenderness that only received for your boys you run your hands through his hair “I'm alright sweetheart”

He hums satisfied with the answer he turns his head “get ready I’m coming with mom”

“Just come then” Oliver impatient voice yell back

Charlie takes your hands in his “come on mom” you let him pull you wherever he wants with a soft smile on your face.

As you get to the table Oliver and Alex stands beside a large cake on the table Charlie run towards them, together they start to yell happy birthday to you. The boys try to copy their fathers voice Alex smiley smile at there antics as he sings wishes to you.

This what it like to leave with them.

One of the warriors slowly walk towards Wong, to avoided get caught by the scarlet witch. Wong left his head up weakly “you are alive “

The witch node “but not many other have lost”

“Set me free, I need to destroy the book”

“no. it’s can’t be you” she softly whispers before caring his cheeks, she silently moves towards the darkhold that hover the air, unsheathing the knife that hidden in her robes.

“NO, sara no”

She grabbed the darkhold and stab it forcefully with the knife.

The connection to dream walk break making both you and earth 838 you fall. In earth 838 Alex and your boys run towards shouting your name in concern at the sudden fall. You look up from the kneeling ground to get the boys, your variant also kneels to comfort the worried boys.

“Boy…... boys ……...”

“MOM…”

“Love are you alright?” Their voice echoes in your head as faint connection still there before it all lost.

Sara body burned as she destroyed the darkhold, you hastily grab the book tears threating to fall a sob screaming inside you.

Quickly the saddens was replace by furious anger, glaring at Wong you throw him by blasting a red mist to the destroyed temple front.

“I need the darkhold spell’s, you’re the sorcerer supreme. Tell me what you know”

Wong spit out the blood “you’re gonna have to kill me, witch”

You shake your head “no not you, them” you lift your hands and the survived warriors held in midair as you bind them with red magic binds, they squirm in pain whimpers and pained plea for life reach Wong’s ear

“y/n stop. y/n please”

You flick your wrist more pain shoot through them making the scream for life. Seeing them in pain Wong give in

“The darkhold was just copy”

You stop “a copy”

“Legends speaks of a mountain with the wretched spells you seek carved into its wall. Its is where darkhold was transcribed. Mount wundagore, Wanda Maximoff mother of all witches and witchcraft worshiped there it centuries ago”

“no one survived the journey, no one is welcomed there”

You lift a finger letting the dead man’s sling ring fly and throw it to Wong “perhaps we will the exception”

Sam, dean and Klaus was handcuffed and an electric device that shocked them was placed on their neck. America stands next to them with a guilty look her face, they are put in glass box all they don’t remember how they got here when they wake up this how they found themselves. the door of the lab and a guy walk in Sam’s and dean eyed widen “CAS?”

The cas in question give them a blank questioning look dean gulp he just saw him getting vanished because of you. “This is a highly secure research facility you three will be tested and will be in surveillance under us”

“I am no lab rat to be tested” Klaus seethes

“What you mean? cas?”

“I am not your cas as you speak of and test are being done because you are unwelcomed here traveling from one universe to another is not a normal thing. We need to run some test to identify you”

“Wait… what earth are we on/” Sam asks

“This is earth 838” the monitor near beep alerting cas “he walks towards the system transferring the data to his tablet “let’s take look, you all are from earth 616.”

“How…. How do you know all about this how are you even here working for whatever this guy is? “Dean stutter out

“Well……. I’m here because something you both did” cas said walk towards them “it was not like that; you both brought a massive apocalypse here every dead and living in affected by that not just that every creature of hell was unleashed “

“What did we do?” Sam asks hesitantly

“You brought the mother of all monsters Echidna”

Dean shrug “but we made it right”

Cas tilt his head side “no the illuminate did”

“So where are we? “Sam point at Klaus “where is he… the other him”

“Well Klaus and every vampire that broke the law was killed” Klaus glare at cas “Sam and dean died during the battle. That’s how I got this job “

“Great we all dead then”

A message pop in cas tablet as Ultron enter the lab “now you will be meeting the illuminate

“So, is this illuminate we speaking are they bad guys or good?” dean glance at Ultron warily

America watches as the guys were walked out Sam turns to cas “take care of that kid” he node at America “its going to be okey”.

The winds blow harshly on the mountain tops as orange glow portals open Wong step out of it behind from him you step out. The wundagore stand proud and tall carved with stones “you couldn’t portal us up there”

“My magic can only take us here; master of mystic’s arts is not welcomed here. It’s a forbidden ground.”

You thrust your hands to side lifting yourself above as we as Wong and levitate to the temple, as you enter you could see carving of symbols and spells on stones some of the pillars have broken missing parts.

“Eons ago, the first demon, chthon, carved his dark magic into the tomb “he speaks as you taken the tomb. Some of the stones fall down but you and Wong continue walking after casting final glance at behind “there is no telling what soulless monstrosities lies within”

You let the red mist lit the fire cauldron in the corners all around when you lit one behind Wong, a creature that reside in the tomb stalk towards you with loud roar, Wong summon shields to defend him as one more come and when the last giant creature revels itself you levitate yourself to on to the stone table.

Your breath heavy and prepare yourself for the fight as three close the distance and both to your and Wong’s surprise they kneel Infront of you holding left hand to the right side of them “they’ve been waiting for me”

You look down at Wong glancing back at the statue that oddly similar to you “this isn’t a tomb” the red glow on your palm “it’s a throne”

Sam, dean and Klaus is leading to the illuminate by the Ultron’s, hands cuffed. They get pushed into the room.

“Sam Winchester dean Winchester and Klaus Mikaelson, you are now called before the illuminati. I, Baron Karl Mordo, the sorcerer supreme, do hereby. Captain carter the first avenger, Blackagar Boltagon”

“You all bunch of comic dudes” deans’ eyes wide looking at them “I thought it was captain America?” Sam sigh at his brother comment. “Hidigy hidithere” he said lifting his hands

Karl gives him a look before continuing “captain marvel defender of the cosmos” from a blue teleportation light square a guy turns “and the smartest man alive Reed Richards of the fantastic four”

Dean turns to Sam with a frow “your title is gone”

“Hello dean”

“Fantastic four? Didn’t you guys’ chart in the 60’s”

“Dean just …. Just shut up” Sam said to his brother in a whisper

“I’m sorry, is this a joke to you?” the captain marvel asks dean already not pleased with his behavior

“Well, there’s a guy over there with a fork on his head. So, yeah, a little bit.” Dean answer beside him Klaus chuckle at that

Black bolt glare at the two and gesture with his hands to keep their mouth shut

“Be grateful black bolt doesn’t engage you in a conversation” captain carter state

“Why does he have bad breath?”

“This dean is even more arrogant than ours” captain America share a smile with captain marvel

“No, just more alive”

Captain marvel recounter “for now”

“I am sorry for their behalf” Sam speaks up finally “we don’t want any trouble. Trust us we don’t even know how we got here. We were just trying to a help a kid”

Reed smile at Sam “Sam, your arrival here confuses and destabilize reality. The larger the footprint you leave behind the greater the risk pf an incursion”

“Incursion?”

“An incursion occurs when the boundary between two universe erodes and they collide destroying one or both entirely” reed tell them in all seriousness

“The illuminate created to make difficult decisions that no one else could. Today, we’re here to determine what to do with you all and the child” captain carter state

“So, before we vote, if you got anything serious to say, now’s the time” captain marvel says

“Yeah, I do.” Dean walk towards them “if its incursion you’re worried about. Do you seriously think we are a bigger threat than the scarlet witch?”

With great confidence and determination captain marvel look said “oh, we can handle your little witch if she decides to dream walk”

“No. no, you cannot. Not unless you give us the book of vishanti” Sam firmly asserts

“We appreciate your concern, Sam but it’s not the scarlet witch that we fear, from our greatest danger to the multiverse, it turns out is Sam Winchester “

Dean frown as well Sam at the statement wondering what he did wrong

“He what did he do?” Klaus speak for the first time he was trying process everything that happened last couple of hours ago and he didn’t want to talk to the people that massacre his species.

“We should tell him the truth” a new voice said, everyone turns to the voice fancy wheelchair come in the view

“Our final member, professor Charles Xavier”

“What truth?” dean asks aggravated

“that’s not how our Sam Winchester and Dean Winchester died”.

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thelibrarylesstrektraveled · 1 year

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My Hero

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Sam x Reader, Doctor!Sam Winchester x You

Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader, Garth, Dean Winchester

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, fluff

One Shot

Word Count: 3700

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Coming, coming!” Sam pulled t-shirt over his head as he trotted to the front door. He’d been getting ready for bed when the insistent knocking started.

The door swung open to a very nervous young man in a Wong’s delivery uniform. Sam recognized him from the few times he ordered from them.

“Hey, its Garth, right?”

“Yeah,” he shifted on his feet, his eyes round with worry, “You’re a doctor, aren’t you?”

“I am. What’s going on?’

“I was dropping off an order down the hall to the lady in 302 and I heard this thud behind the door and now I can’t get her to answer. I think something’s wrong.”

Sam was already grabbing his medical bag, “Show me.”

“Y/N?” He knocked loudly on the closed door, then tried the handle and found it locked.

“Alright, stand back,” he said to Garth. In one powerful move, Sam kicked the door in, the heel of his foot landing in just the right spot to splinter the doorjamb.

“Damn,” Garth blew out an impressed breath, “You aren’t even wearing shoes.”

You were laying in the foyer. Curled on your side with your hair spread out like a halo. A wallet sat a few inches away from outstretched fingers.

Sam was at your side in an instant, gingerly turning you over and searching for a pulse, “Y/N? Can you hear me?”

Garth hovered nearby, nerves in his voice, “Is she okay?”

Sam ran a hand over your forehead, “She’s burning up. Go see if you can find a washcloth and a glass of water.”

“Why isn’t she waking up?” Garth asked handing Sam a kitchen towel.

“Dehydration. With a fever this high, it can happen quick.” Sam dipped the towel in the water filled coffee mug and bathed your face and neck. Sure enough, his efforts were rewarded.

Sam gently tapped your cheeks, “Y/N. Come on, darlin. Open your eyes for me.”

“Hey… it’s my hero.”

Sam chuckled in relief, “Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty.”

“You’re here. That’s so nice… why are you here?”

“You passed out,” he replied, pressing the cool cloth to your brow. “Do you remember what happened?”

How did doctors do that? Did they teach that in med school? It seemed especially confusing to you as your thoughts kept skipping away and going down rabbit holes.

“You came home from work, was that last night?”

“Um, yeah. Yes. As if Mondays aren’t sucky enough.”

Sam’s eyebrows rose, “That was two days ago.”

“What?”

“Today’s Wednesday.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Not so fast,” Sam advised, forcing you to recline.

“I gotta go call work… or… somebody.”

“The only place you are going is to the E.R.”

“No, I can’t go to the hospital.”

“Y/N, listen to me. You’re dehydrated to the point that you fainted. Your fever is 103, that’s dangerous territory.”

“I know a lot of people are scared of the doctor, but I promise I’ll be right there with you.”

You swallowed, wincing at the feeling of knives in your throat. “I’m not scared, I’m uninsured. My job is new, benefits don’t kick in for thirty days.”

Garth piped up, “You’re a doctor, can’t you just prescribe something and treat her here?”

“It’s not that simple. She needs to be admitted so they can get an I.V. going and get some fluids into her system. And bring that fever under control.”

He felt your head loll against him. He looked down in alarm and found you’d lost consciousness again.

“Y/N? Wake up, Y/N!”

This time no amount of effort would bring you around.

“Damn it,” Sam growled as he got to his feet. He grabbed a notepad from your entry table and scribbled a list down. “Do you know that walk-in clinic on 42nd street?”

Garth followed him, “Yeah, I pass it on my way to work.”

Garth shoved the paper in his pocket, “What if they don’t believe me? That clinic isn’t in the best part of town, junkies hassle them all the time.”

“Dean will believe you but in case he doesn’t say Poughkeepsie. It’s our go word, means drop everything.”

“A secret code word, you guys must be brothers,” Garth muttered on his way out the door.

You stretched a bit, content to roll over and fall back into your dreams, but something tugged on your hand and pinched. You frowned and tried again; it was like you were caught in a fishing net.

“What the hell…?” You grumbled unhappily, determined to keep your eyes closed out of stubbornness. You blindly felt around and found a tube and tape attached to your right hand.

Your eyes popped open. An I.V.?

You weren’t in your bed. You weren’t in your room! Where the hell were you?

Fuck. Where the hell are my clothes?!

With a quick yank, you pulled the I.V. out and headed for the door.

“Yeah, Dean I know. If I promise to wash and wax your car, will you get off my case?”

“No way in hell you are waxing my Baby, do I need to remind you about Liza Raffaella in the eighth grade?”

“Please don’t,” Sam groaned into the phone.

“It’s wax on, wax off. Not wax on, go chat up a nerd girl for three hours while the wax bakes on in the sun!”

“Sam?”

Sam spun at the raspy voice behind him. You were standing in the hall, your hand braced against the wall for balance. You looked a little wobbly, but far better than you had in hours.

“I gotta go,” he told his brother before ending the call. “Y/N, hey. How you feeling?”

“Confused. How did I get here and where are my clothes?”

“Oh!” Sam’s cheeks colored instantly as he grabbed a soft, woven throw from the back of an over-sized chair. He draped it over your shoulders and ushered you to the sofa.

“Sorry about that, your fever was sky high. Needed to bring it down in a hurry. Here, sit.”

After a few minutes, he realized you were staring at him, “Y/N?”

“Sam, grateful that I am for your hospitality and bedside manner… I still don’t understand why I’m here.”

“Well, I figured it would be a better place for you to recover… with all the construction.”

Now you were really confused, “Construction?”

Sam rubbed the back of his neck and embarrassment turned his ears pink, “Yeah. I ah… I kinda broke down your door.”

“What?!”

“You weren’t answering! I just had a really bad feeling, and I would never have forgiven myself if something happened to you.”

His gaze traveled your face then locked on your eyes. “I was worried about you.”

“So, you committed destruction of property to save my life?”

“I did.” He gave a nod, his tone teasing, “You gonna turn me in?”

A small smile played around your lips, “Nah. I might need your services again. I have a habit of getting into trouble. Nice to know I’ve got my own personal hero on call.”

“You call, I’ll come running.”

Two Years Later:

“That was not our first date!”

“We spent the entire weekend curled up in my bed, it counts.”

“I was unconscious!”

“They were hiding dinosaurs, not aliens. Tiny dinosaurs under their creepy old lady robes. And still, not a date. I think you’ll find most dating experts would agree with me on this.”

“Dating experts?”

“Your brother.”

Sam huffed out a laugh, “Don’t be fooled by the rumors, he’s not the Casanova everyone thinks he is.”

“I dunno, guy gets a lot of dates.”

“First dates. Ask him about his batting average for second dates.”

“Oh yeah? Got him beat, do you?”

“Hands down.”

“I wouldn’t call it an estate, it’s just a few acres.”

“I don’t care if it’s a patch of dead grass… you have horses! Horses, Sam! I’ve wanted to go horseback riding since I was ten.”

“We might be able to squeeze in a lesson for you before we head home.”

“Really?!”

“I’ll bet you’re a natural, you’re already an expert with a riding crop,” he whispered in your ear.

“Sam!” You admonished him, instantly turning red, “That was a one time!”

“Best birthday ever. And to answer your question; you haven’t been here before because I was waiting.”

“Oh wow,” you breathed, following Sam down the planks. “This is like something out of a book. God, it’s beautiful!”

“Oh! I’ve never seen a swan with one black feather.”

“He’s always had it, never could figure out why. He showed up when I was ten and just never left. I call him Solomon.”

“Is it just him? I thought swans always paired up?”

“Poor guy,” you murmured, watching as Sam took a packet of birdseed from his pocket and tossed a bit out on the water.

As if on cue, a second swan swooped down and landed beside Solomon. Pure white and just as lovely. They looked like a postcard, gliding on the sunlit water.

“You’re kidding! He found another mate? I didn’t know swans would do that!”

“Some do, special cases. And Solomon’s no fool, he might have been content to be alone forever, but when that right one came along, he snapped her up.”

“That’s amazing!” You turned to Sam with a beaming grin, but stopped short when you realized he wasn’t standing there beside you. He was kneeling.

“Sam.”

He took both of your hands in his, tipping his face back to gaze up at you with such tenderness and devotion it made your breath catch.

Tears had already gathered in your eyes when he pulled out a blue velvet box. A diamond solitaire sparkled inside like a star in the sky.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever have the words, but I swear to show you. To treasure you, to make your happiness my mission. To answer your call and to love you for all my days.”

“You astonishing,” Kiss. “Brilliant,” kiss. “Romantic,” kiss, kiss. “Beautiful,” kiss, kiss, kiss.

“Y/N… baby…”

“Yes?” Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.

“Will you marry me?”

Your brow creased in confusion before you realized, he didn’t actually say the words a moment ago. You been so excited that he never got the chance.

“Yes,” you nodded, your forehead coming to rest against his. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Sam slipped the ring onto your finger, “Will you look at that? Perfect fit.”

“Good thing rescuing you is my second favorite activity.”

“Second favorite?”

“Yeah,” he murmured against the curve of your neck, “Let me show you the front runner.”

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hailucy · 7 months

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WHAT SHOULD I WRITE???? REQUESTS PLEASE!!!!

characters and rules for requests

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muchamusedaboutnothing · 2 years

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Heart of a Hunter Act VII - Ch. 5

Characters: Dean x doctor!Reader, Sam Winchester

This story is Act 7 of a saga.

New to the story? Get caught up on the Heart of a Hunter Saga here.

All your favorite Winchesters are alive, in spite of the curse that nearly took them from you. After coming so close to losing the only family you have left in this world, you’re taking matters into your own hands. There’s a witch to hunt.

Series Warnings:

Character injuries/sickness - Take note that no one is excluded from this.

Canon-typical violence and language.

Lots of whump.

Lots of caring for hurt characters.

Smut (18 Only. NSFW. You were warned.)

Angst.

Fluff.

Medical talk. Is that even a warning

Image Credit: bing image search, google image search, @tvseriessource , @aborddelimpala , @justjensenanddean , @deanjackles , @angel-e-v-a

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Chapter 5

It was another day, another locator spell. Jonah was just down a few paces away in the war room in his playpen as Dean dangled the ring from it’s chain just off of the surface of the globe near the English channel region. Every day he’d started with the ring in position a little closer to France rather than home, a sign that his hopes of the witch having moved were diminishing with every attempt.

You might have offered to read the incantation, but Sam practically had it memorized at this point. He lifted the book containing the words into his hands, but barely bothered to glance at it as he spoke the incantation aloud. Addie reached out and took your hand in anticipation. She still hadn’t gotten used to the constant spells and craziness you and Sam and Dean barely blinked over.

The ring began quivering on the chain as the incantation drew to a close, and the palpable silence in the room when Sam finished made it obvious everyone was holding their breath as the ring tugged toward the West.

Dean’s eyes grew wide as you watched him gently adjust his hand to let the ring pull back toward the Atlantic Ocean. He held it with slight resistance, letting it guide his hand with the chain slowly. As it reached the middle of the ocean the ring spun wildly in circles but no longer pulled.

“She’s on the move,” you said, tearing your eyes away from the ring to look at Dean’s face.

"The slippery bitch is coming back," he breathed, meeting your gaze.

The chain twisted up until it prevented more spinning, and Dean gave it a quick little yank and caught the ring in his other palm.

"It’s been so long. I - I was starting to think she'd never do it," Sam said, disbelief coloring his tone.

"Just had to wait long enough to convince her it was safe," you added.

“You know what that means,” Dean said like a man on a mission. “She hits American soil and she’s ours.”

But knowing the time had finally come to go after the woman who had tried to take your entire family from you meant it was also time to have a very hard conversation with the guys. You'd been going over it in your head for what felt like forever, trying to find the words to plead your case. "Hold up guys, we need to talk."

"We need to gear up," Dean stated. "We can talk while Sam and I pack."

Sam moved to follow Dean, hand going to your shoulder with a little squeeze.

"No," you insisted. "I mean it. All of us. Right now."

Dean had taken a few steps but paused at the tone of your voice. He rounded to face you again, brow furrowed in confusion.

"Okay…. You've got my full attention, sweetheart. What is it?"

"You have to let me do this," you told them both, including Sam with a glance. "You have to let me go after her. Alone."

Dean was completely taken aback. "Wait, what? That’s not … no."

Dean gestured wildly with a finger between himself and Sam. "She kicked both our asses last time. And we're supposed to just let you go alone? You can’t seriously expect us to do that,” he said, indignant.

"I'm sure she's only coming back because she thinks she won," you added.

Dean shrugged. “Of course she is. Long as she’s coming back-”

“Hear me out,” you argued. “If she thinks you're dead and she’s got a way of checking, she’ll figure out that’s not the truth the minute you leave this bunker."

Sam shifted uncomfortably on his feet as he considered you.

Dean took a deep breath, sighed, and narrowed his eyes at you. "This isn’t just a witch, she’s a Borrower."

You nodded. "My point exactly. And like it or not, she’s had time to regroup. If she thinks you’re alive and grieving the loss of our son, she’ll be expecting revenge the minute you show back up on her radar," you added. "The element of surprise might be the only way we get close enough to take her down. I know it sounds crazy, but if I go alone, and the two of you stay hidden behind all the warding in the bunker, she might not see me coming.”

"Godammit...." Dean ran a hand through his hair while turning slowly away from you to stare at the wall.

You were right. He knew it and he hated it. Still, knowing it and actually letting you go after the witch alone were two very different things.

“I’ll stay and help out with Jonah and whatever else you need,” Addie offered.

You squeezed her hand in thanks and looked back at Sam and Dean. “We can repeat the locator spell until she reaches her destination, so there's no guesswork there. I’ve got a supply of witch-killing bullets already."

Dean turned back, pinched the bridge of his nose with a hand and closed his eyes with a heavy sigh.

You stepped close to him, lifting your hand to rest on his chest. "I know this goes against everything in you, Winchester, but you have to let me do this."

His heart thudded forcefully against your palm as if in protest, but Dean just hung his head in defeat, arms coming around you as he rested his chin on top of your head.

You glanced at Sam, saw him watching the two of you in silence. He nodded then. A small but understanding gesture that you hoped meant he'd at least try to talk some sense into his brother when Dean inevitably tried to change his mind later about letting you go at it alone.

You spent the rest of the morning prepping to leave. Sam had estimated the witch would hit the East coast within three hours, and then it was just a matter of waiting for her to move on from there. You packed your bag, loaded up enough ammo to take down whatever unexpected twists and turns may come your way, and double checked your firearms to make sure they were clean and in working order.

Then you did the most important thing you could do before setting off to avenge your family. You gave your infant son a bubble-bath followed by a little lotion massage as you told him how sweet and wonderful and perfect he was.

A few tears trailed down your cheek as you held Jonah in your arms in the rocking chair in his nursery and fed him a bottle. Then you read him a book - the one with the adventures of the moose and squirrel that Sam insisted was his favorite - and snuggled him to your chest.

You continued to hold him as he fell asleep, memorizing the little slant of his nose, the way his chin scrunched up as he dreamed. You could see so much of his father in him. You hoped he’d grow up to be just as resilient, just as smart and brave and selfless as Dean was. Jonah had proven he had the tenacity of a Winchester. He was so young, his time on the earth was still best counted in weeks rather than months, but he’d already managed to survive an attempt on his life.

He let out a cute little squeak in his sleep, and you smiled so wide your face hurt. Then, the sound of his soft breathing was interrupted by approaching footsteps. Addie popped her head into the nursery and quietly said, “We’re about to do another locator spell. Do you want us to go ahead?”

“I’m coming,” you assured her. “Give me a second.”

She nodded and headed back down the hall as you carefully got to your feet and lowered Jonah down into his crib to finish his nap.

“I love you, little man,” you told him softly. “Sleep well.”

You collected the baby monitor and slipped it into your pocket before letting yourself out of the nursery. Dean, Sam and Addie were waiting for you in the library. You stepped up in between Sam and Dean, reaching over to put your arm around Dean’s waist and give him a little squeeze before Sam started the incantation.

The corner of Dean’s mouth tugged a little. It was the closest you’d be getting to a smile after the curve ball you’d thrown him by insisting you go after the witch alone. He held the ring over the map, starting just inside the East coast. With the incantation, the ring began wobbling before tugging toward the West.

You could hardly believe your eyes when the ring stopped spinning, perfectly positioned right over Lincoln, Nebraska. You blinked, eyes darting quick to look at Dean.

Twenty minutes later you were telling Sam and Addie goodbye in the mess hall.

Addie threw her arms around you and said, “Be careful. Okay? She’s been known to work with demons, and demons aren’t something to mess around with.”

She wasn’t telling you anything you didn’t already know, but coming from Addie it was sage advice learned from dangers she’d experienced firsthand.

“Thank you,” you told her. “And thanks for staying to help out.”

“I wouldn’t be anywhere else,” she answered before stepping back to let Sam say goodbye.

"I put some snacks and drinks in the cooler in your truck already," Sam said.

"Thanks, Brawny." You reached up to wrap your arms around his neck as he stooped to embrace you.

"Take care of yourself,” he added as you hugged him. "And don't worry about the baby. We'll keep an eye on him. Oh, and Jonah, too."

Sam smirked at his own joke and you laughed softly.

“I’ve got to hit the road. You’ll call me if the locator spell shows she’s on the move again, right?”

Sam nodded. “I’ll do it every twenty minutes if I have to until you have eyes on her.”

You smiled at them both, slung your duffel over your shoulder and turned to go, heading for the bunker’s garage.

Dean was leaning against Baby next to your truck, just where you knew he’d be.

"I topped off your tank," he said with a dismissive wave toward the gas can a few yards away. "Checked the oil, too."

"Thank you, honey," you told him as he took your duffel bag from you and set it in the back of the truck.

He turned to look at you then, hands going in his pockets as you pulled your pistol from your waistband holster and did a chamber check before setting it on the front seat.

“Sweetheart," Dean said softly. "What’s it going to take for me to talk you out of this?”

“For our witch to drop dead of natural causes?” you offered, not getting so much as a wry smile out of him.

“Come on,” you told him. “I’m doing this for Jonah. For us.”

Dean sighed. "Dammit, woman. You are as stubborn as you are sexy."

"You forgot deadly."

He lifted your jaw with his fingers, gazing down at you. When he pressed his lips to yours it took your breath away. And not only because you understood the very real trepidation that accompanied his every move just then.

He kissed you long and slow, the tension rolling off him in palpable waves.

You were doing the right thing by going, and going alone. You knew it. But as Dean held you close, obviously struggling to let go, you had your first real moment of doubt.

He pulled back slightly, still cradling your face gently between his hands to look at you. Then, as he often did, your husband found a way to give you exactly what you needed most. "You take that witch out and get yourself back here safe and soon. You hear me?"

You nodded, drawing strength from his confidence in you. "I love you, Winchester."

He held your gaze a moment longer. "Not as much as I love you, Doc."

He licked his lips and pressed another quick kiss to yours. Dean released you and watched reluctantly as you climbed in the driver's seat of the truck, stashed your gun in the jockey box, and started the engine.

He leaned back against the wall, one hand in his pocket, summoning all his willpower to stop himself running for the truck to beg you to stay. You blew him a kiss through the window before backing out.

Dean would spend the next 15 minutes pacing in the garage and trying to get his head on straight after having let you drive off without him. Eventually he’d make his way back inside the bunker to pretend he was okay with any of it.

It was hard as hell leaving him and Jonah behind - Sam and Addie, as well - but that feeling only fueled your raging desire to put this matter - this witch - to rest for good.

You pulled away from the bunker's garage in your brother's truck, knowing he was with you in spirit, along with your mom and dad, as you set out to kill the one woman who had tried to take what little family you had left in this world from you.

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roonyxx · 2 years

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Locked Masterlist

By @roonyxx and @jay-and-dean

Pairings : Dean x reader ?

Summary : The Winchesters brothers are probably the most dangerous and mysterious criminals of the country, cracking them will require a professional.

This is inspired by supernatural episode 12x09, First Blood.

Serie Warnings : Captivity, Smut (please be 18+), Fluff, Angst, Swearing. Mention of physical pain, of torture and murders. Each Chapter will have detailled warnings.

Note : This is a collaboration beetween both of us. We can’t both edit the same post, so we decided we would post 1 chapter/2 each, like for Firefly.

We both worked as much on this story and it’s the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.

Please, if you want to show love for this story, don’t forget we were together in this.

Want to read more:

Jay’s Masterlist

Roonyxx Masterlist

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Chapter 1: Extremely Dangerous

Chapter 2: Many Masks

Chapter 3: Sheltered

Chapter 4: Steel - jaw Trap

Chapter 5: More Than My Mind

Chapter 6: Earthquake

Chapter 7: Crossing a Line

Chapter 8: I Promise

Chapter 9: Death Penalty

Chapter 10: Nights Like Thunder

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Trust Your Doctor (1)

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Nancy squeezed her bra strap tightly as she waited for someone to call her name.

The front room was completely empty after the last lady - a pregnant woman - had gone in, and left over five minutes ago.

And yet, Nancy hadn't been called.

The room was in complete silence, so much that was just making her grow more anxious than ever before in her life.

This was the first time she was at Doctor Winchester's office alone. All times before, Mum was just by her side.

Right now, though, she was going to go in alone. She was an adult, after all.

It was a little weird to have a male gynaecologist, but he was highly recommended by her mother's doctor, and was covered by her insurance.

After turning eighteen, she didn't feel the need to go back for quite some time. But now, she was thinking that maybe it was time to get on birth control. That meant that she needed to see her doctor again.

Doctor Samuel Winchester.

"Nancy Sousa?" she heard, and looked up quickly, finding a green-eyed man staring at her.

A nurse in blue scrubs was standing in front of her, looking at her with a little smile on his face.

"I'm Nurse Dean Winchester, are you Nancy Sousa?"

The little brunette's eyes stared at him in awe. She didn't know nurses ever came out this pretty.

"Uh..." she mumbled. "Where do I go?"

"I'll take you," Dean smiled.

She nodded slowly, a bit surprised.

Didn’t they have a specific person at the front desk for those things?

Why did the nurse have to come to get her?

And his name…

He threw her a look, and Nancy felt her face burning hot as she blushed.

"Call me Dean, sweetheart," he told her.

She nodded.

"Mister Dean," she corrected herself. "I've never seen you around before."

He raised his eyebrows at the question.

"I'm new," he told her. "Got the job because of my brother, Doctor Samuel."

She looked down at her own hands. Of course. To be this good-looking, he had to be related to doctor Winchester.

"He told me about you," he said, sounding like he was smirking. "You're even prettier than I thought."

Nancy looked at him with wide eyes, surprised and flustered.

"I'd stare at your pussy for free, and Sammy is paid to do that," he chuckled. "Lucky guy."

She choked on her saliva, shocked, but before Nancy could say anything about it, the door to the doctor's office opened, revealing doctor Winchester.

"Thank you, Dear," Samuel said quickly. "Come in, Miss Sousa. I was waiting for you."

Nancy stepped through the door with her face still on fire, and sat down quickly in front of the large white desk in the room.

"I hope I didn't make you wait too long," Doctor Winchester shot her a charming smile.

"Not really," she mumbled. "Uh... the nurse...."

"My brother," he pressed his lips together, looking bothered. "He didn't get the memo that he doesn't have quite that charming of a personality."

She giggled a little, and Sam grinned.

"I suppose your mother is waiting outside?" he asked, writing something down on his computer.

Nancy shook her head, pushing her hair behind her ears.

"No, sir, it's just me today," she mumbled.

Doctor Sam hummed a confirmation.

"Of course," he said simply. "A young woman like you needs her privacy."

She nodded, agreeing. It was a little scary to do this, but he was right. She was an adult now, and should consider herself and be treated as such.

"Alright," he looked away from the screen. "Is there anything you're worried about? Any pain, any lump?"

Nancy shook her head.

"And your period?"

"As regular as always," she assured him.

He hummed positively again.

"Any pain during sex I should be worried about?"

She shook her head.

"No pain and no sex," she mumbled.

He hummed a little, looking a little intrigued.

Nancy waited for him to say something about that. It was normal, right, for her doctor to be asking her about her sex life? He was her gyno, after all.

"But I'm dating someone," she said, a little too quickly. "And I may need birth control. Soon."

Doctor Samuel raised his eyebrows, and though he was wearing a mask, Nancy could see he was surprised.

"Well, it is very wise and smart of you to come to me before you do it," he said, finally.

Nancy exhaled, forcing herself to relax.

"Yeah, I... I wanted to make sure I'm doing the right thing," she mumbled.

Doctor Samuel nodded.

"And are you sure you know what you're doing?" he asked. "That you want to do it?"

Nancy frowned, looking at him, though it was hard to read his expression under the mask.

Why was he wearing a mask? Wasn't she supposed to be seeing his face before the physical exam?

"I... I don't know?" she stuttered.

He rested his hands on the desk between them, and she couldn't help noticing how big they were.

"How long have you known this guy?" he asked. "I mean, I suppose it is a guy, that is the only sort of relationship that demands you to get birth control."

She nodded, a little embarrassed.

Yes, it was a guy. She had been dating him since before graduation, she trusted him a lot now, he was both her friend and a really good boyfriend.

"I mean, it's been almost a year?" she answered, confused. "It's enough right?"

Doctor Sam sighed, moving to the computer again and writing something down.

"And do you want the pill, an IUD..." he listed. "Maybe an implant?"

Nancy looked in his eyes, realising he wasn't so sure about the last one.

"Which one is quicker?" she mumbled.

"The pill," he told her. "It's the one I recommend the most for someone in your age group."

She nodded slowly.

"You know, it is the most comfortable one in terms of pain and management..." he listed.

That made her frown, confused.

"Pain?" she asked.

Sam confirmed, looking a little worried.

"Well, you know... The insertion and the adjustment period of the IUD and the implant are really hurtful," he told her.

"Oh," she sighed.

Nancy sat back in her seat.

"And with the pill, you just have to remember to take it every day," he said, looking like he was smiling with the way his eyes were squeezed.

She nodded, and he chuckled.

"And if you forget, you'll get a little bum in the oven," he giggled.

Her cheeks heated up in response, and Nancy clenched her hands at the hem of her dress.

"I should put on my gown," she realised.

Doctor Samuel nodded.

“You can go behind the curtain,” he told her. “I’ll just write you a prescription and meet you there in a minute.”

Nancy shot him a confused look, but hurried up when he raised her an eyebrow.

She distinctly remembered how he usually left the room and only came back once her mother told him she was ready. Maybe undressing behind the curtain was the norm, and he was just trying to accommodate mum before?

The short brunette tried to be quick, undressing in a hurry while she listened to him typing something down in his computer, and put the ugly gown on before folding her dress and underwear, placing them on the chair.

“Are you ready, Miss Sousa?” he asked, and she could see his silhouette as her doctor rose from his seat.

Nancy’s eyes widened once she saw him on his feet. She had never realised how tall and strong he was before.

"Yes, sir."

She watched as he walked around the door and took the things that were supposed to keep her feet up, and swallowed down, a little nervous.

Doctor Winchester slowly pulled the side of the curtain facing the wall open, and looked at her with soft and sweet eyes.

“Lay down, please.”

. . .

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