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winchestergirl2 · 8 months

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August Reading Recs

To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. 💖

Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

2023 Reading Rec List

The Boys

Soldier Boy

Break Me Down Part 17 | The Epilogue @zepskies

Authors Summary: You’re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.

Truly, you joined the S.A. for the right reasons. But after you become his accidental hostage, Soldier Boy will break down every single one of them…

Love Actually Part 1 @zepskies

Authors Summary: Ben gets in late on Christmas Eve with a Grinch-like attitude, but you’re determined to force some holiday cheer into his system.

Love Actually Part 2 | Part 3 @zepskies

Authors Summary: You and Ben steel yourselves in order to meet your crazy family for Christmas dinner.

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

The Widow @pink-sparkly-witch

Authors Summary: Sam and Y/N are happily married, but everything changes after a fatal car accident leaves her a widow. The Winchester motto: “Family Don’t End with Blood,” takes on a whole new meaning for Y/N as she navigates her new normal with the help of her brother-in-law, Dean. But what no one can tell her is what happens when she falls in love again.

Escape Chapter 58 | Chapter 60 @soaringeag1e

Authors Summary: A serial killer is reeking havoc around Lawrence, Kansas, and Detective Dean Winchester is getting really sick of finding more and more bodies. But one day, he gets a call about another victim. But instead of the location of another body, he gets news that this one escaped the hell of this mans actions.

The Fallout @justagirlinafandomworld

Authors Summary: When Sam meets his true Omega, you fear your time with the Winchesters is fated to end. Before they can hurt you, you decide to distance yourself. But Dean isn’t willing to let you get away so easy.

Welcome to Being a Girl @negans-lucille-tblr

Authors Summary: When a spell puts you in Dean’s body and Dean in yours, there’s more than one problem that arises.

What A Girl Wants @writercole

Reckless and Raging @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Authors Summary: Y/N knows she made a mistake, but Dean’s fury at her isn’t making it easy to admit to. But why is he so completely furious?

Hold On, I'm Coming @ravengirl94

Authors Summary: When a freak accident lands you in some trouble, the local fire department and a particularly handsome firefighter come to your rescue. Dean Winchester catches your eye immediately with his charm and kindness, but being Chief Singer’s daughter could cause some serious problems. You and Dean have a choice to make: defy your father’s wishes and face the consequences, or go your separate ways...

Stood Up @justkending

Authors Summary: You haven’t had a date night in a while, and an old hunting companion calls you up for drinks. Sneaking out from Dean and Sam questioning you, you make it to the bar only to realize you’ve been stood up. Coming home you feel defeated and worthless. Lucky for you, you have someone who thinks you deserve better.

Sam Winchester

Untitled Sam drabble @girl-next-door-writes

Tell Me @thinkinghardhardlythinking

Authors Summary: Sam wants to know what the reader wants him to do to her in bed

This Is Crazy, Isn't It? @katelyn--renee

Authors Summary: The trio enjoy a night out in Las Vegas. Things don’t go quite as expected.

Untitled Sam drabble @supernaturalfreewill

Sam and Dean Winchester (no pairing)

Bar Fight @impala-dreamer

Smallville

Jason Teague

Kiss Me First @mind-empty-just-fictional-people

Authors summary: you keep a student after class to work on their late english homework, but coach teague wants his star quarterback at practice

#winchestergirl2 reads #winchestergirl2 recs #fic recs #soldier boy fic #soldier boy x reader #dean winchester fic #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester fic #jason teague x reader #jason teague fic

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chalkandwater · 5 years

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I was reading some zoo exhibition manuals and uh

#i was not expecting a serial killer impala #impala #nyala #animals #zoo #wildlife #animal behavior #biology #zookeeping #chalkpost

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applepiewinchesters · 3 years

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You’re Bleeding (Castiel x Reader sort of)

Warnings: Mentions of shooting a werewolf, blood

Prompt: “You’re bleeding.” “I think I would know if I was bleeding.” “It’s internal.” “Ah, shit.”

Werewolves were always a bitch to handle. They’re unpredictable, careless, and just overall difficult. They think they can hide better because they have the appearance of a human, but when they act like dumbasses it really isn’t any help.

This time was no different. There was a small pack terrorizing Whitefish, Montana. Corpses were being found with chunks bitten out of them and no hearts, of course locals were starting to question things.

With the usual ruse of you, the Winchesters, and Castiel being FBI agents investigating a possible “serial killer” on the loose, it didn’t take long for you four to track down the pack.

They were young, siblings it seemed, two brothers for sure and a sister, maybe one of the guys’ girlfriends. You tracked them down to a cabin in the woods, a cliché of course but it was secluded. Exactly what they needed.

Grabbing the necessary weapons from the trunk of the Impala, you split up, you and Dean at the back of the cabin, Sam and Cas at the front. The back door was unlocked, giving you and Dean easy access to slip inside.

What you didn’t expect was to find the female werewolf perched on the kitchen counter, drinking a beer.

She opened her mouth to yell for the others, but you quickly raised your gun, pulling the trigger and watching the bullet pierced the girl’s forehead. She fell to the ground, glass bottle in falling from her hand and shattering on the floor.

The girl was too young, naïve, and easy to kill. This meant the other two were going go be especially pissed when they saw what you had done.

One ran into the kitchen, when he spotted the girl, limp on the floor and bleeding, he let out an anguished sound between a scream and growl. Yeah, you were fucked.

You lifted your gun to shoot again but before you or Dean could react in time, the man slammed into you. The full force of his body sending you into the opposite wall. You hit the counter and felt as if something inside you had popped. The air was knocked out of you and you crumpled to the ground.

Dean moved in quickly, grabbing the werewolf when he moved to attack you again, pulling him to the ground. You couldn’t really focus on what was happening though, your head hurt and when you coughed suddenly blood splattered onto the kitchen tile in front of you.

Pulling yourself up, you sat against the kitchen cabinet behind you, lifting your shirt to see a dark bruise blossoming across your abdomen.

Shaking your head and try and clear the fuzziness in your vision, you focused on Dean again.

The guy had him pinned to the ground, snarling, sharp teeth inches away from taking a chunk out of Dean’s neck. You spotted your gun a few inches from your boot.

“Dean!” you managed to get out, kicking the gun his way.

Dean fumbled, fingers reaching for it. When he finally grabbed it, he quickly aimed, pulling the trigger. The werewolf stopped, falling to the floor beside Dean, blood spilling from the bullet wound on his neck.

You coughed again, hacking up more blood, choking on it a bit as some dripped down your chin.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Dean spoke, coming over to you, wiping some blood off your face with the sleeve of his jacket, “stay awake, okay? We’ll get Cas to heal you as soon as possible.”

You could only nod as a gun shot rang out from the other room, and shortly after Sam and Cas burst in, breathing heavily.

“There were two more hiding in the bedroom,” Sam explained, he had a long gash across his cheek but looked relatively unharmed.

Cas hurried over to you once he took in the state you were in, examining you for wounds or the source of the blood you were coughing up.

“You’re bleeding,” Cas told you calmly, lifting your shirt to examine the large bruise.

“I-I think I would know if I was bleeding Cas,” you rasped out sarcastically.

“It’s internal, Y/N,” Cas replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Ah, shit,” you groaned, trying to sit up more.

Cas stopped you as he cracked a smile at the fact you were more pissed you were hurt than concerned. He placed a hand above the bruise on your stomach.

The pain subsided quickly, the bloody iron taste in your mouth disappearing.

When Cas was done healing you he reached out a hand, carefully helping you up. You wrapped an arm around his waist, leaning against him. You two followed Dean and Sam out the back door towards the Impala, the bodies needed taken care of and there was nothing a little gasoline, fire, and a really big hole couldn’t fix.

“Where would we be without you, Cas?” you asked, looking up at the angel.

“Hell,” Castiel answered rather quickly, making you and the boys begin laughing, and leaving Cas wondering what everyone else found so funny.

A/N: This may not be amazing but I found the prompt and thought it sounded funny, so I hope you enjoyed! - Sara :)

#supernatural #castiel #dean winchester #Sam Winchester #castiel x y/n #castiel x reader #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural imagine #castiel fluff #supernatural funny #castiel imagine

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suckmysupernatural · 4 years

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I Got You - Chapter 8

Word Count: ~1600

Pairing: Professor!Dean x Reader

Warnings: language, fluff!

Summary: Y/N is used to dealing with her drunk boyfriend, Brandon. That is, until returning to college after a five year sabbatical. Y/N decides to take a fun history class and she ends up meeting Dean, or rather Professor Dean.

A/N: Last chapter folks!! Posting the Epilogue right after this and then we are finished!! Thank you to all who read this series. It is the first series and I am sooo proud of it!!

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Time seemed to fly after your night together. The two of you began to date, and you loved every minute of it. Sometimes it was tough to plan nights to spend with one another since you had conflicting schedules. Other than that, going back to school was going well for you. You had four classes, all of which you enjoyed. Weeks passed by, and soon you were facing midterms.

Today was the day of your last midterm and you were more than relieved. The three you had already taken went smoothly, and you were sure you aced them. The last one was going to be the hardest, but Dean had been helping you study. He claimed that he had the ‘mind of a professor’ so he knew what the test was going to look like. You didn’t bother arguing with him or trying to explain how different history and chemistry was. You were just thankful for the help.

After parking in the student lot, you hopped out of your car and walked onto campus. Checking the time on your phone, you knew that you had just enough time for the pre-class plans you had made. It didn’t take long for you to reach the coffee cart. It had become the place where you and Dean met every day in between classes. The ritual was something that you looked forward to, especially on days like this when you were stressed.

You saw Dean; his back was to you as he waited in line. Smirking to yourself, you approached him quietly. You went onto your tip-toes and whispered into his ear.

“Long night?” you asked. It was the question that Dean had asked you the first time you two got coffee. It also helped that you knew for a fact that he had a long night, spending it with you. You could hear Dean let out a chuckle, before turning to face you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a peck.

“Yeah, you could say that,” Dean winked, “So, how are you feeling about the final today?” You couldn’t help but let out a small groan, pouting.

“Can’t you just take it for me?” you whined, giving Dean puppy-dog eyes that you knew he couldn’t resist.

“Well, seeing as your professor is my colleague, I don’t think we would fool her,” Dean responded, giving you another kiss to get rid of your pouting. You sigh.

“Fine, if I must,” you concede. Dean kissed you on the cheek before turning to the coffee cart, ordering for the two of you. Since you had more time until your class started than Dean, you began to walk towards his classroom.

“Why don’t I take you out tonight? It can be a ‘thank God midterms are over’ date,” Dean offered, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as you walked.

“That sounds perfect, what do you want to do?” you ask.

“It’ll be a surprise. I’ll pick you up once I get off at 6. Wear something nice,” Dean gave you a smirk as the two of you reached his classroom. He cupped your cheek with his free hand, pulling you into a kiss. You heard a few whistles and separated to see some of Dean’s students looking at the two of you. “Oh, fuck off!” Dean rolled his eyes. You couldn’t help but laugh before giving him a small nudge towards the door.

“See you later, professor,” you tell him cheekily as you walk away. Your back was to Dean, but you knew that he was smiling at you.

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Your midterms were finally over and you couldn’t wait to enjoy the night with Dean. As soon as you got to your apartment, you started getting ready. You had a couple of hours until Dean would be swinging by, so you had plenty of time. The first step was taking a shower, which you welcomed happily. The warm water washed away all the tension that studying had caused over the week.

Looking into your closet, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. A week ago, you had gone shopping and ended up finding a dress that you couldn’t wait for Dean to see. It was a deep wine red with a high neck and long sleeves. It was backless, a button keeping it together at the nape of your neck. The dress went down to your mid-thigh and showed off your legs beautifully. It clung to your every curve. You couldn’t help but feel sexy in it.

You placed your hair into a ponytail as to show off your back and put on some makeup. Your makeup was relatively light apart from winged eyeliner. You paired the outfit with a pair of strappy black heels and your black clutch. It took you a while to get ready, Dean knocking on your door without you needing to wait too long.

You swung open the door, Dean blinking at you before his jaw went slack. You couldn’t help but grin at his reaction. It was exactly what you had hoped for. Dean was looking fantastic himself in a pair of black slacks, a white button-up, and a black suit jacket. The first two buttons on this shirt were open, allowing you to see the start of his collarbone.

“Holy shit,” Dean exhaled, looking you up and down. “I am so fucking lucky!” He snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. “We better go now. If we wait, I might just rip that dress right off of you.”

He let his arm fall, grabbing your hand in his. You quickly locked up before making your way out of the building. Soon the two of you were arriving at the restaurant Dean had picked. It was nicer than your usual haunts, many of which were diners. Dean handed his keys over to the valet after offering you his hand to help get out of the car.

The meal ended up being incredible. Dean had a steak and you had one of the best pasta dishes you ever had in your life. The two of you had gotten a bottle of champagne, splitting it between yourselves. After the main course, you and Dean split a piece of the restaurant’s signature cheesecake. The dinner was exactly what you had hoped for. Dean was not only your boyfriend but your best friend, and the conversation flowed naturally. You couldn’t keep your eyes off one another.

Once the check was paid, the two of you went back to the impala. You had expected to go back to the apartment, but Dean had other plans. You noticed he had skipped the turn he needed to take.

“Dean, where are we going?” you question with a smile.

“Sweetheart, it’s a surprise,” he said, giving a fake look of exacerbation. You giggled and leaned back in your seat, letting him drive you away from the city. It didn’t take long before Dean was driving up a small hill, parking when he found a place he deemed fit.

“Is this when you turn out to be a serial killer?” you joked.

“Yep,” Dean gave as a response, before rolling his eyes, “Come on.” He got out of the car and made his way to the trunk. You watched as he pulled out a blanket. You hopped out of the car yourself to see him spread the blanket onto the hood of the car. Dean walked up to you, putting his hands on your waist, lifting you onto the car. He followed suit, getting onto the car. Dean shrugged off his jacket, wrapping it around you before leaning you both back to lay down. Your head rested on his chest, the both of you looking up.

The night sky was sparkling, the stars looking as if they were hanging from the sky. It was breathtaking and you were so glad that Dean had brought you here. The city was far away, the lights drowning out the stars. Here, in the middle of nowhere, you could see each and every one.

“Hey, you remember the first time we went to the bookstore together?” Dean asked, looking down at you. You glanced up, taking your eyes away from the stars to look at him. The moonlight shone onto his face, the soft glow perfect against his skin.

“Of course.”

“Well, I don’t know if you remember, but I bought a book that day. I hid the title from you?” he said, attempting to jog your memory.

“Oh, yeah. I remember,” you respond. You had no idea where he was going with this. He reached over, moving the blanket to reveal a small book. He handed it to you as you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. Nevertheless, you accepted the book, tilting it so that the moonlight helped you read the cover. It read, How to Tell Her You Love Her.

Your eyes grew wide, taking in the title before looking up at him.

“I knew that day at the bookstore. I knew before then, that you were someone special. That you were someone who was going to be so important in my life. I just didn’t know how to tell you, so I bought a book. I want to tell you now. Y/N, I love you.”

It took a second for you to absorb his words. Your heart swelled at the thought of him picking that book out. That day you were still so broken up over everything that had happened with Brandon. You were so in your own head, but Dean had pulled you out. He had been a constant.

It is said that eyes are the window to the soul. You always thought that was bullshit until you met Dean. Looking into his eyes now, you could see the love in them. You could see the kind man who waited for you, who held you while you cried. You could see the passion, the admiration, the joy. You could see it all and you knew that it was all for you.

“Dean, I love you too.”

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yetanotherreader · 4 years

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One Day

Fic Type: Stand-alone/One-Shot

Genre: Drama (Heavy Angst)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N

Characters: Dean Winchester, Y/N Y/L/N, Sam Winchester, Joseph Hughes (OC)

Word Count: 3,032.

Warnings: Angst, Depression, Anxiety, Marital Abuse, Mentions of marital rape, abusive marriage, physical violence.

PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS AND DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THIS IS TRIGGERING FOR YOU.

Mobile app doesn't support the cut, so pardon for the no read more thingy.

A/N: Hey guys. I know I went on this little(big) break and I haven't updated useful in a while. I'm going through a writer's block again, trying to write and stopping after a while. and I have so many college projects to do during quarantine. I hope y'all are keeping safe. I wrote this one shot in hopes of getting back at writing. Woke up all night writing this, so I really hope you all will like it. But again, since I woke up the night writing this, it may or may not be up to your expectations. Please heed the warning above, girls. I really do not want any of you going through more stress during these stressful times.

Also, I used the same tag list as Useful in this one too. I don't know if everyone of you will like to be added to any of my other works so let me know if you want your name removed or added. :)

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His eyes were locked on the big gates of the hall, both waiting for and dreading the moment that particular person entered who he'd been missing for months. He gave a once over to the venue. This place was gorgeous, a palace in fact. A big chandelier graced the double ceiling and there was a colorful fountain in the garden outside. The lights were the right amount of bright and the drinks tasted just about perfect. Even the waiters wore their uniforms more expensive than his suit. It was something Dean had always seen in those Disney movies which, don't tell anyone, were his guilty pleasure.

He and Sam had come here for a case—the only reason that gave them the privilege to get into a place like this one. People have reported weird occurrences happening around here, followed by the abduction of everyone who saw it. Turned out, it was a serial killer and the police had taken care of it even before they reached.

Something about that place, though, made him want to stay. For some reason, he didn't make a U-turn and go back. Maybe it was the fact that it was the annual ball of the city where only the rich and reputed were invited, that he wanted to feel reputed for once, or that here he would see someone he hadn't seen in a while, someone he missed everyday he lived. He knew it would shatter his heart when he saw her, but he was willing to take a heartbreak if it meant seeing her once. Sam didn't say a word against it, but Dean knew better than to think he was okay with him going through all that torture.

Just when his eyes reached back to the doors, he saw, once again, the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. The woman who made his heart flutter and break at the same time, the woman he loved the most. She was dressed in rose gold, the drape hugging her curves as perfectly as he remembered. Her hair was up in a messy bun, which only she could pull off that good, with few softly curled strands coming out to shape her face. Her lips were colored wine red, as tempting as ever, and her face was covered in a darker make up than he ever remembered her wear. In a better shape than when he last saw her, her posture screamed royalty. She looked breathtakingly gorgeous. The only thing was, she wasn't herself. Or at least, her old self. Does time change people that much? It took him all his power to remove his gaze from her, her arm entangled with the other man's, helped.

She wasn't his to call anymore, she never was. Maybe the only woman who he liked but never kissed, the only woman who made him go all hot and bothered but he never dared touch her the way he desired. The only woman he loved enough to not make a move. He knew his feelings were mutual, he saw it in her eyes when they sat on the hood of the impala, chatting through the sleepless nights. He saw it every time she laughed at his piss poor jokes or narrowed her eyes at the women who flirted with him. He saw it when she cried for the first time in front of him and yelled at him because she thought he got himself killed. He saw it when he felt her heart accelerate everytime they hugged, like his own, and when she refused to leave him in the worst. He saw it when he saw her build walls to hide her broken heart after he asked her to leave. He saw it in her indifferent expression and a lone tear escaping her eyes when he told her he'd be better off without her.

And boy did he regret every word he said. He called her as soon as he realized what he did. That in order to save her, he might have just given her the biggest of the insecurities. It was a month later that it happened. He apologized to her, told her he never meant whatever he said, tried to explain why he did what he did. And she forgave. He couldn't believe his ears when he heard her say those words, he wanted her to yell at him, hate him, punish him for what he did but she said nothing more than a 'It's okay, I understand.'. And maybe that one sentence hurt him as much as he hurt her. She didn't even think of him good enough to be mad at. She shouldn't have understood, she should have argued. He might have lost the best thing that ever happened to him like that. And his fear proved right when he saw her photo in the newspaper, two months later, with a man. Joseph Hughes, a big name, apparently. The man he ran into, not so long ago, in missouri.

"Mr. Winchester." He heard the deep, masculine voice as it approached him, "Didn't know we'll meet again so soon."

If running into that man earlier made his heart heavy, meeting him with his arm around Y/N's waist made it fall down with a thud, "Mr and...Mrs Hughes. Fancy seeing you here, too." He shook his hand with a firm shake, forwarding it toward the man's wife to do a similar action. Instead, she folded her hand in a namastey greeting, as she looked at him shocked, and scared. Maybe she didn't want her husband to know about him.

"I would ask how did you know she was my wife, but I guess you read newspapers." The man said in his smooth accent with a laugh, which Dean returned halfheartedly.

"Got that one right," he smiled at Hughes, his eyes lingering a little longer on Y/N, "Your wife is beautiful."

At the comment he saw her husband's hold tighten around her in sudden possessiveness, his fingers almost digging into her flesh as she flinched a little. He tore his gaze away from her, reminding himself she was someone else's wife and he had no right to be staring at her. But something about this whole situation felt wrong, that touch felt wrong.

She didn't look at him once after that. The tension in the air suffocated them both, and he was sure the shorter man in front of him felt it too, "Let's get you meet some of my friends, darlin'. If you could excuse us?"

Dean gave them the way, as he contemplated whether his decision of staying was even right. It crushed his heart seeing the woman he loved in someone else's arms. He felt like throwing up. Seven months ago, he couldn't have thought there'd be a day like this. He hated himself for that.

"Dean, do you want to go?" Sam's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"N-no," He cleared his throat when his voice came out rough and hoarse, "No, I guess I'll just go to the washroom. Go find some hot chick for me " he winked at Sam, who clearly saw right through it but didn't say anything. He stayed in the bathroom for a while, to calm his aching heart. People knew Dean as a man, as strong as an alpha, but here he was, falling weak.

After splashing water on his face a few times, he got out of the bathroom just to see people frozen in their spots. His eyes went to his brother, immediately worried about his safety only to find him silently, but furiously glaring something, his hands were fisted like a beast about to attack its prey. When he followed his line of sight, he felt something similar inside of him. There stood Joseph Hughes towering his wife, glaring her down and his nails digging into her, now pale, arms, "I said, Tell. Me. The. Truth."

"I told you. He w-was a f-friend." Dean heard her voice for the first time in a long while, and his chest hurt at how small and scared it was. Y/N wasn't a hunter but she was fearless and brave. She had put her life on her palms so many times to save him and Sam without hesitating. That was one of the reasons he pushed her away, but here seeing her so helpless and terrified, he didn't know how to react.

"A friend, huh? A friend shouldn't look at you like that." His voice came out in a growl, audible in the pin drop silence, that sent visible shivers running down her spine, "That's why I don't leave you around men, you pathetic whore. I'm done being okay with you slutting around-"

Dean charged forward, enraged at the man's audacity to even let those words out of his mouth, but before he even took two steps, Y/N pushed that douche with enough force to make him stumble, pausing Dean mid-walk.

"You're done being oka-I AM DONE BEING OKAY!" Y/N raised her voice, violently shaking out of fear and rage. Joseph looked shocked, as if he never expected her to speak like that, as if she never spoke to him like that. The thought alone made Dean's eyes tear up, what had that monster done to her, "I am done being okay with the things I'm not okay with! I am done being okay with you touching me without my consent and I'm done being okay with getting slapped everytime I say no! I am done being okay with you locking me in and I am done being okay with you hitting me with whatever you find! I AM DONE WITH YOU!" She broke down into tears as she was done with her little speech.

"You are saying this here on purpose. You want me to lose my reputation." He said low, his eyes trying to scare her down.

"Y-yes, I'm saying this here on purpose because if I said it at home, you'd beat me to a pulp." She said, trying to sound low, but the eerie silence in the room making her damn well audible to his ears. Dean saw nothing but hot, white rage. Seeing Y/N so scared, so broken, Dean wanted nothing more than to break the bastard's bones, every single one of them. And when Hughes charged at Y/N, he lost whatever little control he had on himself jumping at the said man. Sam, immediately, went to Y/N's side as she hid in his chest, shaking like a dry leaf. Sam had never seen her so scared and so vulnerable. He felt a sharp pain in his heart seeing the sight of his best friend so broken, as he tightened his hold on her. Dean kept on hitting the man, like an animal that got out of its cage. His knuckles were bloodied, with which he didn't know was his blood or the other one's but he wasn't stopping. After what felt like forever, Dean was stopped by two strong arms around his own, from behind.

"Dean, stop. You'll kill him." Sam's calming voice fell into his ears, "stop"

It took Dean a while to register, as he tried to release his hands from his brother's still kicking the battered man that lied in front of him, "I don't care."

"Y/N wouldn't want you to kill him, Dean." And at that, he stopped. Y/N. Where was she? He stood up and searched for her, seeing her frozen at the same spot as earlier, zoned out and shaking violently. His heart hurt so bad seeing her like that, he couldn't stop tears from welling in his eyes.

"Y/N," he whispered as he took a few long strides to reach her and pull her into a careful hug.

She went stiff under his touch, as he loosened his hold on her, scared he might scare her before he heard her, barely, speak out, "Dean.." as she clinged to him for dear life. Hearing her say his name again wasn't as pleasant as he'd imagined a million times before, rather it was gut-wrenching. It was painful, because this was the last thing he had imagined that made her say his name. He wrapped his arms around her fully and spoke comforting words to soothe her.

"Let's go home, Y/N."

It had been a week she returned to the bunker, moving into her old room. Hughes was arrested, and divorce agreements were signed. He got to know that the thing between Y/N and Joseph was more of a business arrangement than a marriage proposed by her father, who had no idea about his son-in-law's abusive habits. Sam and Dean kept a positive atmosphere around the bunker, not going out for any cases, but there was no change in Y/N. She, mostly, kept herself locked up in her room, not talking to anyone. They thought it was necessary to give her her space but that was just deteriorating her health more. She ate too little for survival.

Dean stepped into her room with the plate of her favourite food. She loved it when he cooked for her, he just hoped to God, she still would. His eyes fell on her form, lying down on the floor, her back resting by the bed. She looked into a distance, zeroing her vision. As he went and sat beside her, keeping the plate on the floor, she spoke up, "He'll come back for me, Dean. He'll take me and he-"

"He won't," Dean cupped her cheeks and made her look at him as he met with the broken sight. Her eyes had sunken in, dark circles forming around them, face paler and her natural blush around her cheeks gone, "I promise I will not let anything happen to you."

She looked at him like she wanted to believe, but a sudden wave of anxiety stopped her, "No..no no no no, Dean! You don't understand! He..he will come back and he won't leave me. He'll beat me and...and those chains. He'll tie me up again and he'll...he'll-

She stopped mid-sentence, a horror coating her features. This new piece of information startled Dean, breaking his heart into two..enraging him, too. He didn't know how to react to it, so he did what his impulse told him to, he hugged her tight, hiding his face in her hair. More than comforting her, it was for himself. He wanted her close and safe, "He used knives, Dean. He said he loved seeing me bleed..it was so painful" Dean shut his eyes tight, trying to push away the horrifying images from his head, as he let the tears flow free. What all she had endured because of his one mistake. She sniffled as she continued in a small voice, "you won't be able to do anything, Dean. He's very powerful. You can save me from monsters, you can kill them..but him-"

"I'll kill him if he laid his finger on you ever again." Dean spoke with determination.

"N-no...No, Dean. You won't kill him. Don't kill him please, don't be like him." She shook her head violently in his chest, "not like him..no, no, no.."

"Hey, hey," he soothed her rubbing a hand on her back, "I won't. I won't be like him, okay? Shh.." It took Y/N a few minutes to calm down, while he rocked her in his lap, "You hungry?"

She shook her head, mumbling into his chest "I never feel hungry."

He sighed, "Okay. Eat a little, with me? Please? Because I'm starving."

Her eyes sparkled a little when she saw the food, "You made it?" He smiled and nodded, proudly, "Can I..can I eat the whole thing?"

He chuckled, heartily, "madam, all yours." She smiled up at him, hesitantly. As if trying to remember how to smile, at which his eyes softened, "when did you eat this last?"

She dug into the food, liking the taste of it. The taste of home, "with you. He didn't let me eat this, wanted me to look good like his wife should."

Dean clenched his jaw at this, wanting to practically undo that man's existence. The things he did to her, he was sure if he saw him someday, that'd be his last.

Y/N looked at him, a little scared and a little more sheepishly, "Can I get some more?" Dean smiled at her and got her some more. He looked at her eating, his eyes filled with unshed tears. She was so, so pure, only if he could take away all her pain, make her forget those dark months. Only if he could give her all the happiness in the world, because there was no one he knew who deserved it more than her.

Later that night, Dean asked Y/N if he could stay with her because his nightmares scared him. He knew she understood what he meant, and the fact that she didn't deny made his heart flutter. Y/N hadn't slept in days. Either she would wake up from a nightmare, yelling, or not sleep at all. He just wished she'd have a goodnight sleep in his arms, and she did. But he didn't miss what she said just before she fell into the slumber, something the Y/N he knew would never say. Something that hurt his heart and made him make a silent promise to her, and himself.

"Dean, don't send me away ever again. Please."

Never. He would never let her out of his sight again. He'd save her from every monster, supernatural or not. He didn't know long will it take her to fall for him again, or if she'd ever fall for him again. All he knew was, he'd shower her with so much love, she would forget every pain that son of a bitch caused her. He'd love her so much that she'd start loving herself one day. He would hold her so dear, that her scars would stop scaring her.

One day. One day, he'll make everything okay.

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whitewitchdani · 4 years

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Laters, Baby: Chapter 12

Read Chapter 11 Here

Word Count: 1780

Pairing: Winchester!Sister x Reader

Warnings: angst, language, description of injury, mention of a serial killer

A/N: Sorry I’ve been MIA y’all. I had to go back to work and it sucked. lol. Here’s chapter 12! Let me know what you think and if you’d like to be tagged. :)

Laters, Baby Masterlist

“Simple salt and burn my ass. Did Bobby do any research on this house before he gave us this case?” You complained as you sat at the motel table doing research while Dean cleaned his gun on the bed and Sam had just finished showering.

“Why, what’s up?” asked Sam as he approached you from behind drying his hair.

“This house was the site of a serial killing. A victim of the BTK killer was killed here, oh my god.”

“No way. Really?” Sam asked as he looked at the laptop over your shoulder.

“BTK? What the hell is that?” asked Dean as he slid a magazine into place.

“Seriously Dean? He’s one of the most famous serial killers in history; he killed at least 10 people. I learned about him in one of my classes at Stanford. BTK stands for bind, torture, kill. Guy still gives me the skeeves,” you shuddered.

“Shit really? And this is a victims house?” Dean asked as he walked toward the motel table.

“Yeah checks out. And the way the people have been being attacked lines up with the way the girl was attacked and killed,” answered Sam.

“So is it the victim or BTK?” Dean asked as he walked around the table and sat down, leaning back to reach the fridge and grab a round of beers for everyone.

“Well Rader, BTK, died in prison. So there’s no reason for him to be tied to that house. I’d say it’s definitely our girl,” you replied as you accepted the beer from Dean.

“This is going to be an interesting case,” Sam said with a sigh as he took the beer from Dean and sat down. “Haven’t had a good ghost hunt in a while.”

“It says here she’s buried in the town cemetery. So, Dean, you wanna go dig her up while Sam and I go to the house?” you asked as you shut the laptop.

“Why do I always get the dirty jobs?”

“You lied to Sam and me for over 25 years; I don’t want to hear you complain about anything I ask you to do for a very, very long time,” you batted your eyes at your eldest brother.

He nodded his head at you, “Touché, kid. Touché.”

------------ Later at the house, you and Sam made sure the place was empty. The previous occupants had fled after the last attack, leaving the home vacant. It was silent in the small house, until the ring of Sam’s phone caused both of you to jump.

Sam grabbed it and looked at the caller ID, “It’s Dean.” Flipping it open, he put it on speaker and answered. “Hey Dean, did you find the grave?”

You both heard heavy breathing on the other end of the line, “I’m getting too old for this shit.”

“You’re 30, Dean,” Sam rolled his eyes, “Did you burn the bones?”

“Yes I burned the bones,” he replied out of breath. “I just finished filling in the grave.”

“Alright, Sam and I will sweep the house one last time so just get back here.”

“Super.” Dean rasped out before he hung up.

Sam flipped the phone closed and turned to face you, “Well, you take upstairs and I’ll take downstairs?”

“Meet back at the front door and then we can get the hell out of here in time to hit the bar.”

Sam rolled his eyes with a smile as you ran up the stairs. You looked through the bedrooms and, finding nothing, began to trudge back down the stairs. As you hit the second step on the staircase, you felt two hands in the small of your back and before you could react, they gave you a hard shove. With a scream, you tumbled down the stairs and landed at the bottom with a thump.

Sam came scrambling around the corner to the base of the stairs to see you groaning at the bottom. “Y/N!” He rushed to your side and breathed a sigh of relief to see you were still conscious. “Are you alright?”

“Just peachy, Sam. Not like I just fell down a damn flight of stairs or anything.” You rolled your eyes at your twin. Attempting to stand, you hissed and grimaced as you put weight on your right hand, “Ah! Son of a bitch! Goddammit I think I broke my wrist.”

Your brother grabbed your wrist to examine it and opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the front door slamming open. You both turned expecting another ghostly encounter, only to see your older brother strut in waving his gun around.

Dean walked in and cleared the room before looking at his siblings on the floor, “I heard Y/N scream, what happened?”

Sam helped you stand as you answered, “Well, either our girl’s tied here some other way, or there’s something else in this house. Something pushed me down those stairs and now my goddamn wrist is broken.”

“I burned those bones, there’s no way that ghost is still here.”

“Then what else could be here?” Sam crossed his arms in frustration.

“Well I didn’t throw myself down the stairs. Something is here,” you groaned as you held your wrist and leaned on Sam to stay upright.

“Good observation, Winchester.”

All three of you turned to follow a British accent towards the staircase finding a tall, blonde man standing in the middle of them. As your eyes met his, he flashed his blue eyes onyx causing every Winchester in the room to let out a collective sigh.

“Seriously? I’m gonna kill Bobby. Simple salt and burn my ass,” you repeated your sentiment from earlier in the evening.

“Don’t blame your surly hunter friend, Winchester. Before I arrived it WAS just the spirit here.” The demon began to descend the stairs as he spoke, “No I’m here for a different reason all together.”

“What could you possibly want?” you yelled.

“You, Miss Winchester. You see, our Father has issued a bounty on you. Any demon that brings you back to him alive will be rewarded greatly, and I intend to be that demon.” His thin lips curled into a sickly smile.

“Like hell.” Dean fired the shotgun into the demon’s chest, causing him to fly backwards. “Time to go.” He grabbed your good wrist and pulled you through the front door, Sam pulling up the rear.

Suddenly, Sam got thrown by a force into the lawn.

“Sam!” you yelled. You and Dean turned to look back and saw the demon in the doorway.

Your brother put an arm protectively in front of you, “You aren’t taking her to Lucifer. Over my dead body.”

“That can be arranged.” The demon smiled, “Just give me the girl and no one gets hurt. For once no one gives a rat’s ass about the infamous Winchester brothers, just their whore sister who miraculously is the soulmate to the devil.”

“Hey!” You yelled at him. “Just because you’re a demon doesn’t give you license to be a dick.”

“No one talks to my sister like that.” Dean lifted the shotgun once more but with a wave of his hand, the demon flicked it out of his hands. With another wave, Dean was thrown away from you.

“Dean!” He and Sam were groaning in a heap on the lawn, leaving you alone with the demon on the sidewalk. You turned your attention to him, “I’m not going with you.”

“My dear, I don’t think you’ll have a choice. See, I’m a demon and you’re an injured, female hunter. Not exactly much of a fight,” he smirked. In a flash, he backhanded you across the face.

Your face turned to the side with the force. You looked at him wide eyed as you wiped the blood from the corner of your mouth, realizing he had a bit of a point. But you’d be damned if you went down without a fight. Bringing your leg up behind you, you grabbed Ruby’s demon knife out of your boot. You leaned forward and slashed, making contact with his arm.

“AH! You bitch! You’re lucky Lucifer wants you or I’d kill you right here.”

“Not if I kill you first you black eyed bastard.”

Fighting with your non-dominant hand was difficult, but you held your own. The demon got a few licks in, but he was no match for the knife. Dean yelled from the lawn, causing the demon to look away from you just long enough to make your move. With one swing, you brought your left hand around and plunged the demon knife into his chest, causing him to spark orange inside his vessel as he died.

The vessel collapsed on the ground as your brothers rose from it, making their way over to you. You bent over and pulled the knife from the man’s chest, the blade still smoking.

Sam got to you first, “You alright?” He grabbed your face to check the split lip and saw a bruise forming on your cheek.

“I’m fine Sam. I just need Bobby to set this stupid thing and I’ll be good as new.”

“Friggin’ demons man.” Dean growled as he made his way to the driver’s side of the Impala.

“My sentiments exactly. But Dean, Lucifer issued a bounty for me. Attacks like this are only going to get worse,” you slid into the backseat with your twin, him tending to your injuries.

“I know, kid. We’ll figure something out.”

Dean threw the car into drive and headed back to Sioux Falls. With a yelp from you, Sam set your wrist and wrapped it in a bandage from the first aid kit. You gave him a look of contempt as he did so since you A. weren’t expecting it and B. expected Bobby to do it when you got back.

“You better not have fucked that up, or I’ll re-break it on your jaw,” you smirked at your brother.

“Ha-Ha. You know it’s right; I wanted to get it set before it started to heal wrong.” He sighed, “What are you thinking Y/N/N? I can see your wheels turning.”

You sighed in return, “That I should just go to Lucifer like I planned. You and Dean are gonna get hurt soon and I don’t wanna risk it.” You replied to him lowly so Dean wouldn’t hear; he was pissed enough.

“You know that isn’t an option.”

“I know but-”

The screech of the impact of metal on metal interrupted you as another vehicle rammed into the passenger side of the Impala. The car flipped twice before landing right-side up on the side of the road, leaving all of the Winchester’s inside unconscious.

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the-roanoke-society · 3 years

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boys and girls of every age...

wouldn’t you like to see something strange?

happy halloween, my flowers!

this year hasn’t been the best--and the list of reasons why is as varied, as wide and as deep as all of creation.

it has, essentially, sucked on a truly cosmic level.

but!

it doesn’t help anyone to look at the big picture and only focus on the dark parts. because for all the truly horrible, disastrous events we’ve had to slog through together (first time crying every day for months, first time being taken by ambulance to the er--truly a year of firsts, at least for me, personally), there have still been good things.

for example, did you know that this year we celebrated the 6th anniversary of the release of kingsman: the secret service? and the 3rd anniversary of the release of kingsman: the golden circle--which means next month it’ll be the third birthday of the ronaoke society!

our house might’ve gotten quiet--but it still stands.

i love all of you very, very much, and halloween is still my favorite holiday of all time. so all this month, i worked on the aus you’ll find below the cut. i’ll have to post this in parts over the next while, as there’s thirty-one total--one for each day of the season, of course.

honestly--it felt fantastic to dig back into my horror roots. roanoke’s entire conception was inspired by the fact that for as much as i love the kingsman universe, i also love things that go bump in the night.

and i don’t like having to choose between one thing or another.

be forewarned: if you choose to look into the source material for these aus, be prepared for possible graphic violence, gore, disturbing themes, explicit sexuality and jumpscares. i sort of walked through the proverbial garden and just grabbed fruit where i could find it--you’ll see what i mean. and as always, the endings are in your hands. these ideas are gifts, to do with as you please.

so journey below the cut... i̷̛̝͎͎̝̣̹͊̓̂͛̃̋͟f̛̯̟̱̖͔̌͊͐̏̃̓̇̎͠ y͈͇̙̘̬̓͌̑̈́͛̿͌͠ở̴̢͉͉̳͙̞͈̻̀́̎̄́̈͢͡ȗ̵̬̳͙̫̥̜͍̲̔̐̽̃̀͒̑͜ ḑ̙̩̼̤͓̫̟̥̈͑̐̚͡a̧̢̦̟̙̤̠͐͌̾̆̑͌͡͞r̷̡̰̲̣͓̣̝͒́̿͊̉̀͒͠͝͠ͅe̫̯̣̰͍̤̬̭̺̒̿͊̾͊.

blackbird on the old church steeple - a butterfly knife au inspired by the silence of the lambs

rae clementine doesn’t frighten easily. in her line of work, fear is not a friend. so when she’s abruptly pulled out of her fbi training at quantico to interview none other than the notorious harry hart, known for his--let’s say unusual appetites--she’s less intimidated and more annoyed.

but women are being taken, and found without their skin, if they are even found at all.

if hart’s insight into the mind of a psychopath can help her find the infamous buffalo bill, who has repeatedly evaded arrest--then she is more than willing to sit across from the gentleman in a pristine cell, and be continuously surprised that for a murderer, his gaze is surprisingly gentle.

in the back of her mind, she remembered all the things her mother had ever told her about lucifer--how the king of hell himself was utterly wicked, but catastrophically beautiful.

charm could hide blood. polished etiquette could hide bodies.

“most serial killers keep some sort of trophies from the victims.”

“i didn’t.”

“no. you ate yours.”

she’d felt this kind of intrigue before, and given the face it wore this time... well.

focus on the case, she thought. find buffalo bill. watch yourself. get out alive.

mini soundtrack sampler includes: ajr, ‘bang!’ + tame impala, ‘the less i know the better’ + barney bigard, ‘readdy eddy’

dogs & deadbolts guard the night - an au featuring @roanoke-after-dark‘s the gremlin and @agentjotunn inspired by resident evil, particularly the released imagery for resident evil: village

santi’s first thought was that the rumors were just blatantly untrue. an entire village of people? suddenly vanished? he doubted it. besides, winters this far north were brutal--and could be fatal, if you weren’t careful. they had probably just all tucked in for the season, he reasoned. the snow and ice would’ve made travel impossible, anyway.

weeks passed. the stories faded from his thoughts as he minded his garage, and people spoke less and less about it.

until one evening, when an old friend knocked on his door with blood on his jacket and no color in his face.

“bradley? jesus, what hap--”

“grab your gun. something’s happened, and we need to leave now.”

“but what--”

“i’ll explain on the way, just go!“

right before he slammed the passenger side door of bradley’s jeep closed--wheels appropriately chained to keep a grip on the iced over roads--he heard a deep, long howl from some distance away.

there hadn’t been wolves this close in fifty years.

santi broke the silence in the car gently: “... you look like you’ve seen the face of the devil. what exactly happened?”

mini soundtrack sampler includes: ac/dc, ‘highway to hell’ + think up anger ft. malia j, ‘smells like teen spirit’ + marilyn manson, ‘sweet dreams’

the light under the door - a body shots au inspired by dark skies

the blacks weren’t superstitious. jason wasn’t, just like his father wasn’t before him, and now that he’s finally settled down happily married to joanne--finally, he thought, finally married to his jo--he is more than ready to see what the next chapters will bring. they moved into a house not too far from his parents, so he could still see his siblings regularly.

and he did.

which means he and jo both noticed when his younger brother christopher began to act a little--off.

they noticed when the bruises appeared.

they noticed when he kept copying the same strange symbols onto papers in crayon over and over and over and over--

and jo definitely noticed when she walked into their own kitchen in the middle of the night to find every single cabinet door open, with all the contents arranged into an impossibly perfect pyramid on the center island.

“i--are we being haunted?” she wondered out loud, the next morning. “this--and weird things are happening at your parents’, too, jason, something isn’t right here. i know you don’t believe in ghosts or anything, but...”

and this wasn’t a haunting.

it was something much worse.

mini soundtrack sampler includes: kennyhoopla, ‘how will i rest in peace if i’m buried by a highway?’ + cannons, ‘fire for you’ + days, ‘the drums’

permission access eternal - an au featuring @siggy-the-meme-master and technical officer wyvern, inspired by a.m.i.

it was supposed to be the world’s most cutting edge ai software. and since jeremy and dodger were both at the top of their class at m.i.t., of course, nobody was surprised when both their names were on the finished product--even if there was just one prototype to start.

and it wasn’t an ‘it.’ it was a she. jeremy insisted. repeatedly. “let’s call her ami!” he’d been flush with booze but his eyes were so bright and his expression so sincere, dodger just let him have it. and jeremy clapped his shoulder, “we did it, man! we have built the jessica rabbit of ai programs!”

they had one last test run to prove they’d metaphorically kicked the ass of everyone else in their field before they began the work to begin mass production. so, dodger set ami up as a sort of overhead assistant for their shared lab. she controlled temperature, lights, she could make phone calls, keeps schedules and most importantly of all, place takeout orders. the more she proved she could do, the more power, and control, she was given.

two weeks passed. they gave ami a voice, gave her a large proverbial eye to see through, making tweaks as they went to polish her off.

dodger was so proud of his work his heart could’ve exploded.

so imagine how he felt when he realized he’d left his cell phone in his car--and realized he couldn’t open the door.

“ami? ... ami. can you unlock the front door please?” he stared up at the red lens, and a silent point of light stared back at him.

“... i’m sorry. i cannot do that. dodger.”

“... uh, jeremy?”

mini soundtrack sampler includes: cage the elephant, ‘social cues’ + sneaker pimps, ‘6 underground’ + saint motel, ‘preach’

in hell i’ll be in good company - a lies & lessons au inspired by underworld

for centuries, a war has raged between vampires and lycans, completely outside the notice of the general human population. lauren is a death dealer, a lethal and beautiful member of an elite squad of vampiric assassins who have been charged with finding all the remaining lycans in the city and taking them out one by one.

when she realizes the lycan pack seems to be looking for an ordinary man--a medical student named jack daniels--she tracks him down herself, narrowly escpaing lucian in the process. (as soon as they were in the car he was already screaming, “what the fuck is goin’ on?!” with a southern twang she hadn’t expected) she takes him under her wing, still baffled at why the lycan pack could possibly want him.

he’s only human, after all.

... right?

as it turns out, vampires and lycans have a single common ancestor.

jack is a direct descendant.

and after being bitten in an attack--becomes a hybrid, carrying the powers of both species.

between unraveling the truth surrounding the death of her family, what really happened between lucian and kraven, and her growing feelings for jack--who is rapidly trying to understand his role in the story that’s been unfolding without his knowledge for generations--lauren finds herself at a crossroads, and her loyalties tested to a breaking point.

but as long as jack is at her side--perhaps it doesn’t matter where the road goes from here.

as bullet-riddled and blood-soaked as it will turn out to be.

mini soundtrack sampler includes: wallows, ‘are you bored yet?’ + cage the elephant, ‘shake me down’ + puscifer, ‘rev 22-20′

ash, fog & rust - alternatively titled ‘@gaygent, @agent-judas and agent seraphim finally take that road trip to pennsylvania’

it was time to hand over the torch. that’s what lilith had finally decided. between the white patches in her hair, the strain it was putting on her relationships (especially with hamish)--morgan only had to return to the hills one more time as envoy.

and she wasn’t going alone.

“after this, anything that comes through this area, anything that hits our radars, is going to end up on both your desks,” she began, glancing at z in the passenger seat, and meeting cillian’s eyes once in the rearview mirror.

“so this is--what, a test run?” z asked, head slightly tilted. morgan hummed.

“this place--this town--it--” she huffed, frustrated. cillian could hear the leather wrapped around the steering wheel creak as her grip tightened. “it’s hard to explain, to someone who hasn’t been there. and i’m glad that neither of you have had to go before this, but...” another sigh. “i couldn’t think of any other duo that i could entrust this to. not something this big. you--” she pointedly lifted her brows at z, “--have experience with creatures that aren’t from around here. and you--” this time her gaze went to cillian. “--do too. just in a different shape. it’ll take both of you to handle centralia. and i couldn’t introduce you without coming along.”

“how long, exactly, has roanoke been keeping tabs on this place?” cillian asked. he’d spent hours going over everything he could find--mission logs, reports, feeds and images housed in the media room. morgan looked at him again. her eyes were still kind--but very, very tired.

“... a long time.”

i’ll admit that this is less an au and more a canonical event that i just haven’t gotten around to writing more about. but i couldn’t make this list without at least one entry paying homage to a franchise that’s had a huge influence on not just me as a writer, but on roanoke’s canon as a whole.

for the sampler, i will simply redirect you to this post here.

the devil’s gonna set me free - an anchored hearts au inspired by horns

joseph moretti had been in love with louise franz since fifth grade.

granted, he didn’t realize it until he almost drowned because of that stupid dare--a dare that not only almost killed him, but took two of lee’s fingers when that goddamn cherry bomb went off in his hand.

the same cherry bomb he’d traded to him for fixing louise’s broken necklace--a small silver pendant, shaped like an apple. she’d worn it every single day since he could remember. the image of her and snow white were eternally tangled in his head.

that necklace--it’d been the start. he’d woken up because of an apple. louise, did, too.

the hours they spent in that treehouse, listening to david bowie and memorizing every scar and curve of the other--he wished that could have been his eternity. just him. and her. ... well, and bowie. every good love story needed a soundtrack.

but... but...

his head pounded as he lifted it off the counter in his parents’ kitchen. his mouth was dry, and he blinked, causing a half-empty bottle of vodka to come into focus.

louise is gone now, he thought.

and they thought he was the one who did it. he, the one who loved her more than anyone else on the planet.

he pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes.

he was going to prove his innocence even if it killed him. no matter what happened.

even if he sprout horns.

mini soundtrack sampler includes: machine gun kelly, ‘bloody valentine’ + the black keys, ‘go’ + david bowie, ‘heroes’

moonlight rising from the grave - alternatively titled ‘that time @agent-nightcrawler and agent iuniore found a haunted mansion,’ inspired by disney’s haunted mansion

“hello? ... hellooooo?” the massive door let out a huge groan as sylva pushed, putting one hand on tina’s shoulder as it swung open. “uhm--i’m really sorry to bother you, but we hit a deer and we just...” sylva sighed, her voice lowering in volume. “... need to use the phone...”

“this place is gigantic,” tina whispered, close at sylva’s side as they stepped out of the pouring rain into a very quiet, very elegant foyer. “and look! there’s lights, and all these lit candles... someone has to be here,” she continued as the door came to a gentle close behind them, muffling another roll of thunder.

“good evening.”

both of them yelped, sylva immediately yanking tina closer to her and whirled around in time to see--a butler? he was dressed like a butler.

and his clothes were... he was...

“sylva! why is the butler see-through!” tina whispered harshly, all while the spectral gentleman just looked at them expectantly. sylva clamped a hand over her mouth.

“hi!” she answered brightly.

this is a ghost. i’m talking to a ghost. this is fine. everything is fine.

“uh,” she coughed, beginning again, “we’re just having a little bit of a car emergency, is there a way we can call our head office? so they can come get us?” this is what i get for being out where i have no bars, and neither of us have our specs...

the ghostly butler nodded. his hair, glowing faintly, waved around his head as though he was underwater. “of course. please--follow me. the master of the manor will want to meet you.”

mini soundtrack sampler includes: the chordettes, ‘mr. sandman’ + bobby pickett, ‘monster mash’ + bastille, ‘survivin’’

mercy no more - a magic & mischief au inspired by the evil within

aly had been kieran’s partner at the krimson city police department for years. she’d walked with him through the death of his daughter, the disappearance of his wife.

neither of them acknowledged the spark. they didn’t then, and--as she met his eyes once in the rearview mirror, trying to pay attention to connelly and joseph as they talked about beacon--they wouldn’t acknowledge it now.

as soon as the hospital came into a view, a high-pitched ringing overame every other sound in the cruiser, every other sound period. aly slammed her hands over her ears, but it didn’t seem to help.

as soon as it started--it stopped. connelly had to swerve to avoid getting into the wrong lane.

“what--what was that?” aly asked, her palms still hovering by her ears.

“it was probably just a problem with the radio,” joseph suggested, pushing his glasses up as they drove pass the established police barriers.

the last dispatch team, they said, hadn’t come back. it was up to the three of them to find out what happened to their colleagues.

aly was close by kieran’s side as they walked through the rain. her gut twisted at the sight of the entry doors.

the smell of the blood and the slaughter hit her nose before she saw the bodies.

“what on earth happened here?”

“i don’t know. stay close. let’s find the surveillance room. if we can find the security cams, we’ll find out answer...”

if only that had been the end.

mini soundtrack sampler includes: all time low, ‘monsters’ + bastille, ‘what you gonna do???’ + gary numan, ‘long way down’

and the wind will be my hands - an au featuring @agent-sentinel-official, @agent-chimera and @gaygent, inspired by session 9, with a special appearance by @agent-thorn

walter vaughn was an expert in abestoes abatement. so when he put in a bid to take on the entire danvers state mental hospital, the owners of the rotting estate welcomed him on board.

and as they did, he brought on two crewmates--xander, and z--to help him.

“we’ve got three weeks, so, no need to rush,” he explained on the first day, the sun beating down on his broad shoulders and half his hazmat tied around his waist. xander and z trailed behind him as they approached the massive building. “and i know, i know it’s still a big undertaking--but the money will be worth it. trust me.”

“you fellas our cleanup crew?” a tall, thin man in a suit with dark hair and a pair of ray ban sunglasses walked towards them, smiling broadly. he extended a hand, “carter jensen. the ah, danvers’ estate board sent me on their behalf to give you a tour of the building, let you get a good assessment of what you’re dealing with. i’m not entirely sure what they’ll do with the property when this is done, but we know for sure nothing can happen until this part’s complete. come on, the entrance is just this way... i’ll make sure to give you a master key ring.”

xander leaned down by z’s shoulder, muttering, “dude this place gives me the creeps... but maybe there’s still some cool old stuff left in there. like maybe, possibly, the trapped souls of the damned. you think it’s haunted?”

z answered, murmuring, “if not by ghosts--then maybe by something else.”

mini soundtrack sampler includes: the talking heads, ‘psycho killer’ + lou barlow, ‘choke chain’ + sublime, ‘doin’ time’

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incarnateirony · 5 years

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The start of a gallery regarding Belphegor and the guys, but including a great deal of meta and extra gifs behind the cut, including relevance explicitly to Dean and Castiel, as well as Belphegor’s mythological relevance.

Edit: Since this post is making the rounds I’ma drop in my Belphegor meta-fanvid too. The meta/extra gifs are below the vid.

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Yeah I know I’m a day late, no I don’t know if anyone has beaten me to this, I know some people beat me to talking about belphegor beyond me vagueblog screaming about him showing up on twitter with livetweets. For those who haven’t seen:

Belphegor - a Moabite god absorbed into Hebrew lore and then Christianity as a major DEMON. The name Belphegor means “lord of opening” or “lord Baal of Mt. Phegor.” As a Moabite deity, he was known as Baal-Peor and ruled over fertility and sexual power. He was worshipped in the form of a phallus. -- that giant rock he talked about worshipping, there you go.

In the KABBALAH, Belphegor was an angel in the order of principalities prior to his fall. He is one of the Togarini, “the wranglers.” He is an archdemon who is part of the demonic counterparts to the angels who rule the 10 sephirot of the Tree of Life; he rules over the sixth sephirah. He sits on a pierced chair, for excrement is his sacrificial offering. In Christian demonology, Belphegor is the incarnation of one of the SEVEN DEADLY SINS, sloth, characterized by negligence and apathy. According to St. Thomas Aquinas, all sins that arise from ignorance are caused by sloth.

Belphegor also rules misogyny and licentious men. He emerged from HELL to investigate the marital state among humans. For a time, he lived as a man to experience sexual pleasures. Appalled, he fled back to hell, happy that intercourse between men and women did not exist there.-- here’s the big block that I find fascinating.

Gully, Rosemary. 2009. The Encyclopedia of Demons and Demonology. New York: Visionary Living, Inc., pp. 27-28.

(For more discussion of Belphegor’s history and mythology on this blog, click this link (x) but I’m mostly narrowing it down to what’s relevant for address here.)

With that out of the way, I refer you to the gallery above, which is only a fraction of what I’ve clipped from the episode.

(Edit: As new things have come to light with a rewatch, or as new thoughts come up, I’ve been reblogging this post with additions; however, at the end of the post, I’m going to make headline titles for update thresholds and include it in here as a sort of Belphegor introduction masterpost. Any time I get to glance at part of this episode again it just gets LOUDER.)

The camera work is uncanny. Castiel and Dean are repeatedly cast not only as a unit, or Sam blotted off, or divided, but of a point of focus. A few more examples:

Oh wow Belphegor really just staring at them.

Think I’m just choosing frames I like? Check back at the scene. Whenever Sam engages it’s literally from a different, peripheral shot as so:

This filming style isn’t single shots, but the entire scene. Oh, I don’t mean the entire scene, I mean the entire episode. The only place this rule wavers is when literally everybody is packed in the Impala, including when they save the mother and child, and until people decompress it’s impossible to do such controlled shots.

But then there IS when they decompress as I put in the original gallery.

Belphegor sits witness to the pain and upset over Cas, unable to look at him. And, shortly after talking about the giant penis he used to worship and flirting with Dean, asks who the child was to them after Cas has stormed out, finding out about it being their son.

At this point both Castiel and Dean have had their standoffs with Belphegor, which I side by sided in the top gallery. But Dean’s integration with Belphegor goes an entirely extra level.

We’ll handwave any deep readings about the heart of a man being needed -- but the simple fact is, as we know, this is when Dean and Belphegor encounter the white woman.

That alone is a fascinating point;

Whether you take Sam’s encounter as his serial killer fetish, or his clown phobia, or some people’s read of toxic parenting, or a combination of these -- the first two more likely to tickle the general audience -- this is clear.

Whether you take Cas’ encounter with Bloody Mary as the secret about Jack and guilt over Mary, or the secret over the Empty and general guilt over failing Jack, his connection is loudly clear.

The woman in white was a spouse betrayed by her partner and driven to madness where she killed her children and then herself -- something fairly clear if we remember the metaphorical ledge Dean was on at the end of the season that he steered away from, but the argument continues.

Blahblah *heterosexual handwave* just subtext just interpretation only the other two matter for Reasons(TM), we know how that will go. This, or the random divorce drop from the victim girls for totally inoccuous and random reasons aside, is just a worthwhile note to put in here as we consider the framing of Belphegor.

Throughout the episode, Sam has no identifiable major exchange with Belphegor. He happens to be in the vicinity, occasionally mediating Dean and Cas, or in the same car, but there is no forward led conversation, there is no personal tension or banter, and most of all there isn’t even any attempt at directorial focus. If anything, directorial blotting. Sam’s plot shines more in being a forward moving, smart hunter mediating the two here, but if we’re here to look at Belphegor--

As Castiel sadly watches the rescued mother and child go to the school, in the wake of the death of his son, Dean only tersely checks on him. It’s strained, and Castiel is left staggered, only for us yet again to find Belphegor framed into the conversation, observing, as he has through the previous shots.

Belphegor’s placement is right between Dean and Cas, leaving it almost inevitable that as we move forward, he will annex emotional territory if by trust or nuisance to dig a deeper wound and antagonize the marriage he observes dissolving in front of him, a very personal and living manifestation of their struggles for these two to overcome, and inevitably part of what will send Castiel away briefly in 15.3 as he feels himself growing more and more detached from the Winchesters -- particularly Dean, as Sam is actively still engaging with him as is typical of them but like Entertainment Weekly recently put it, Castiel does has his favorite Winchester, and they’re totally-not-going-through-divorce-waves here, just totally heterosexual brovorce, of course.

Given considering my position of the overt and present canonicity of their relationship please note I’m only writing sarcastically towards the inevitable stupidity that haunts this fandom via anti dialogue and those that internalize it, but here it is, folks.

If anyone wants to even try to challenge me, I invite them to find Sam drawing belphegor’s focus on any front or being framed in the shots as Castiel and Dean are here. Belphegor is ... going to be a ride, folks. Buckle up. He’s literally been observing the hunter husbands, wracked with pain over the loss of their child, in active conflict despite their lingering stance as a unit, having held his ground with both of them to feel out their pain and rage each to themselves, and left to sit, and watch, and find what dark humor he may watch from them.

“Wanna talk about it?”

(Suggested reading: check out @tinkdw‘s post about them dividing Cas from his humanity *ba dum chink* and focusing on his angelicness this episode)

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UPDATE 1

A belated addendum a few hours late I forgot to include but intended to: It has not escaped me that Dean and Cas also were both part of Belphegor’s spell casting. The aforementioned heart of a man with the trivial second ingredient of salt (truly not trivial at all in the alchemical scale of it, but that’s a topic for another time--just in SPNverse it seems weirdly easy; breaking down the alchemy in the last few seasons and the use of the salt in spell is its own essay), and the other common graveyard dirt and very conveniently angel blood. These things both created intensely powerful deus ex machinas that fall back to other points I made in the OP that are incredibly suspicious about the arrangement, and I’m more curious on if we should expect multiple parts of a spell eg reverse trials if you will or what.

I don’t consider these things a lack in SPN spellcasting integrity in writing. I consider these warnings.

UPDATE 2

Along with updates in the original post, someone posted this clip on twitter giggling about Dean’s expression, and something else I somehow missed the first time caught my eye.

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Every time Belphegor opts to observe people or turn, while he comments on beauty and appearance (or stone penises or Dean being gorgeous), beyond his individual compliment of Dean – he is turning his head at couples. Or, well, we assume couples. At Units Of Two People. The two people units are:

A woman and a woman A man and a woman A man and a man.

Outside of the vehicle Belphegor is not taking any particular time paying attention to individuals. Only duos. The two women pass in front of the hearts, and one (the woman in khaki) even gestures at it to sort of make the woman in green look.

The man and the women walk by, vaguely locking arms.

Belphegor looks straight between these units. He leans forward, discussing people on earth being attractive. He turns and looks out the window to observe the two men now walking past the window with hearts.

Drops the comment about worshipping a giant penis, and so forth.

But the direct observation of duos, potentially queer ones literally framed in hearts in case anybody misses it for not being hetnorm, is… well, in lieu of the OP, this is. Yeah. It’s a whole thing. Holy crap.

UPDATE 3

This one isn’t necessarily big enough for a central update, and isn’t even entirely Belphegor focused as Belphegor adjacent. A friend ( @tarend ) had asked passively why bikes were so prominently featured in this episode, so here’s what I’ve found.

The green and blue bikes feature predominantly in the clown victim house from the first scene we see the garage, fairly early in the episode and every other showing until they’re extracted from the house. Often central, doorway, access, or backshadow in most shots. Trying to pin it on a single character would be ignoring the broadness of it, but the presence was enough to take note of.

Various two people units roll around with bikes of different and more muted colors.

The two dudes, one of them has a green bike and one has a grocery sack which I imagine ISN’T fruit from the tree of life.

I do find it weird and, especially since the green and blue bike collectively manage to get several shared minutes of screen time in a busy episode, I have to wonder, but I can’t find anything meaningful here without jumping to the common “green and blue” thing and a random joke-reach towards Queen which isn’t really my flavor of meta despite it even kind of matching the people passing by. The overlap is there and tangible, regardless, and passes in the background of Belphegor, so I’ll leave that here as a general sentiment.

Compared to the above gold mine of far more overt material, if this ever was intended to be an intentional nod of some sort, I feel like it’s been overshadowed entirely by the other content which might as well have been blasted from a bull horn, but maybe someone else can find use in it in association. Aside from the street highlights in the car while Dean sits by with Belphegor, the prominent double bike placement is best witnessed rather than screenshot into eternity in any scene involving Clown House Garage.

Though I may point out the dynamic impala shot with the paired bikes in the background is immediately followed by a stroller that colllectively haunt the three people in the car, but whether I’d swear to that being intentionally syncretic, I’m unsure. But I do feel it’s worth notating.

I’m sure you all know I’m guarded about things like this fandom’s build on key colors and don’t apply it in meta outside of standard lighting theory, and generally even props are things I ignore unless they’re actual framing and blocking focuses, but the bikes do ride a line. They just lack the overall thematic story use most things I talk about do, like mystic symbols and the ilk. I would probably completely disregard this were it not for the other elements above, but now I’ll be keeping an eye on it.

UPDATE 4

Yet another thought more from @tarend than me, but his ass just about never posts so I might as well plug it into the viral post with some credit.

There seems to be painstaking effort to frame Belphegor with stop signs.

Cough

Crack aside it’s just some angle play that could be coincidence but I’m going to be throwing that out there for meta fodder for others while this spreads around until I can truly rewatch since life is seriously climbing me right now.

Tarend also points out the school was named after The Great Dissenter (Link).

I’m going to have a bit of a comparative study on Belphegor’s and Chuck’s mannerisms for consideration but life didn’t even give me 30 minutes for a video edit today much less a rewatch.

#supernatural #spn #15.01 #final season #belphegor #directing #divorce #15x01 #15.1 #15x1 #back and to the future #destiel #deancas #meta #my meta #mine #tree of life #thagirion #tiphareth #art

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ywhiterain · 3 years

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I would murder them all

aoweirjweoa

Sam didn’t expect Dean to go all the way down serial killer street for the Impala (maybe he was hoping Dean would settle at a punch like Father Lucca did). The way he does a quick double take before moving on to plead Lucca’s place brought tears to my eyes.

post canon Sam is just not going to be able to adjust to normal non serial killer friendships very easily.

#the great spn (re)watch

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tirstyspngirl · 3 years

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Hangin’ in There

Febuwhump Day 12: “Who are you?”

Fandom: Supernatural

TW: none

Word count: 1175

Tags: h/c, hurt sam winchester, deanw winchester to the rescue, whump, kidnapping, BAMF dean winchester

As Sam regained consciousness, it came in stages. First was splitting headaches that reigned in his head. Then it was the pain radiating from his wrists down to his shoulders and his arms were above his head. He tried to open his eyes, but they felt heavy as if weighed down with lead. When he finally succeeded in peeling open his eyelids, everything seemed blurry and hazy. He tried to blink a few times to clear his vision, but it only made the pain in his head spike. His resulting flinch caused him to sway slightly, and it was then that he realized his toes were barely touching the ground.

The fog in his brain began to clear slightly as panic flooded his system. He squinted his eyes upwards towards his wrists and saw heavy shackles clamped on tight. He began to struggle, hoping to wiggle out of the shackles. The shackles were too tight however and Sam had to give up when his wrists chafed and his head felt like it was about to split open.

Sam willed the remaining fog to lift so he could think of solutions to his critical problem. He began to backtrack, hoping to remember what got him into this mess. Him and Dean had found an interesting article online about missing persons in Sergeant Bluffs, Iowa and decided it was suspicious enough to warrant a visit. They had checked into a motel on the outskirts of town, donned their monkey suits and headed to the police station to get the case info.

As usual, the police weren’t very helpful so they had gone to question witnesses. Sam remembered that hadn’t been particularly helpful either, leaving the boys with too little info and way too many monster possibilities. The brothers had stayed for several days only to come up empty handed. There didn’t seem to be any patterns and none of the supernatural creatures seemed to fit exactly right. Just when they were about to head out, labeling the case as a human serial killer and therefore not their jurisdiction, Sam found a new lead. He recalled visiting a middle aged woman at a house on the other side of town. He remembered interviewing her and walking out to the Impala so he could return to the motel and confer with Dean and then… nothing. That was the last thing Sam remembered.

He didn’t even recall getting in, so he must not have even gotten back to the motel. Dean was gonna kill him. He’d left his baby 15 miles from the motel. Granted, it wasn’t intentional, but Dean rarely cared about logical response when it came to his baby.

A creaking sound broke Sam out of his train of thought. He decided to act as if he was still unconscious in the hope he could observe the newcomer unnoticed. Unfortunately, the threat was aware of his state.

“I know you’re awake”

Sam gave up the pretense and raised his lowered head. Sam expected some unidentified beast to be in front of him, but instead found what appeared to be a human man. “Who are you?”

The man huffed a laugh. “They all ask that eventually.” He sighed and sauntered up to Sam. He reached out and stroked Sam’s hair. Sam tried pulling away, but the chains gave little room for movement. “ I’m but a humble man with… darker desires that must be fed.”

“You’re human?”

“Of course I’m human.” The man looked at Sam with a confused expression. “Don’t tell me you believe the fairy tales, boy. You look like a smart young man. You can’t truly think monsters exist.”

“Of course monsters exist,” Sam said. “I’m looking at one now.”

“Oh, come now. I’m not a monster. I just have different needs than most.”

“Needs that cause you to take innocent lives?”

“No one is innocent Sam. Tell me, do you believe yourself to be an innocent man?”

Sam couldn’t respond to that. He knew he wasn’t innocent. Sure, he tried his best to do as much good as possible, but he certainly didn’t always do it in the most legal ways, or the most moral. The man took his silence for the answer it was.

“That’s what I thought. Alrighty then, enough talk. Time for me to get to work.”

The man turned away and walked to the corner of the room. Sam lost him in the darkness of the corner, but not for long. The man spun around with dramatic flair and brandished a long wicked looking knife. Sam began to squirm as soon as he spotted the knife, desperately trying to escape the cuffs above his head.

“Oh, why bother,” The man said as he stalked towards Sam. “There is no way that you could get out of those cuffs. And the more you struggle the more this knife’ll hurt. So if I were you I'd stop moving and stay as still as possible.”

With a quick flick of his wrist, the man slid the knife through Sam’s shirt and opened it wide, his flannel already missing. The man pointed the tip of the knife to Sam’s collarbone and gently pulled across the bone to his shoulder. The man used little pressure, just enough to break the skin and create a line dotted with blood. Sam tensed, but made no sound.

“Oh come now, don’t be all stoic on me. I want to hear you. I like the sounds.”

“Fuck off.” Sam spat out.

The man moved the knife to the other side and created a mirroring wound on the other side, digging the knife deeper this time. This time, blood dripped down Sam’s bare torso in a steady stream. Sam remained silent. The knife moved to point over Sam’s sternum. Just as the man pushed down, ready to drag the knife downwards, a crash came from somewhere outside the room. The man sighed “We were just getting started.”

The man turned away from Sam and began walking toward the door to investigate.

“Stay there Sam, I’ll be right back.”

The door crashed open, and in stormed a furious Dean Winchester. His gaze flicked to Sam and a dark look crossed his face. Dean’s gaze returned to man as he brought his gun up and shot the man in the head. The man dropped to the ground, the knife clattering beside him. Dean kicked the knife aside in the slim chance the man was still alive and moved to Sam.

“Why do you have to attract all the kidnappers Sam?” Dean asked as he reached up to pick the cuffs.

“I’ve been asking myself that my entire life,” Sam sighed. “I can’t believe that he was just a human.”

“Well Sammy, I’ll say it again, demons I get. People are crazy.”

The cuffs popped open and Sam slumped into Dean before righting himself. He rubbed at his chafed wrists. Dean pressed his Sam’s fallen shirt into Sam’s hand.

“Here, put pressure on that. We’ll stitch it up when we get back to the hotel.”

#febuwhump #febuwhumpday12 #febuwhump2021 #spn #spnfanfic

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fangirlxwritesx67 · 5 years

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A One Night Offer

Tags: 18+, smut, sex, consensual rough sex, oral sex (man receiving), oral sex (woman receiving),light spanking, slapping, condom, consent, one night stand

A/N- this was my first reader insert fic. Let me know what you think- too much fluff? Too much smut? Too long??

You really weren't in the mood to go out to a bar on Friday night. It had been a long week and all you really wanted was to go home, change into comfy pajamas, and binge watch TV. You were part way thru your annual fall rewatch of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the spin-off, Angel. Sure, they were a little dated and more than a little cheesy, but you loved them anyway. There was something so exciting about a world of vampires, monsters, and hunters- so different from your boring life here in Anytown, USA. It didn't hurt that there were some beautiful people on the show- kick ass women and tall, broad shouldered dudes in leather jackets. You were a sucker for that smouldering sexy look- not that there were any men like that around here.

But your girl friends really really wanted to go out so you agreed. One drink, then you'd leave.

When you and the girls got to the bar, it was already packed with the usual after work crowd- office type folks getting a start on the weekend. You and the girls grabbed a table and ordered a round.

Your drinks were taking a long time to get here, and you glanced idly towards the bar. There, a leather jacket caught your eye. Some biker type had clearly stumbled into the wrong bar. But his shoulders did look fit and broad, and his hair was short, golden brown, and nicely tousled. He turned his face to look at someone and you caught a look at his profile. It certainly wasn't what you expected- Leather Jacket Guy was cute! He was young, maybe just a few years older than you. He had high cheekbones, a nice nose. Dark golden stubble covered his strong jaw but didn't hide his pouty lips. You wrenched your gaze away but found them wandering back to his face. As if he could feel you looking, Leather Jacket Guy turned and met your eyes. My god, he had the most beautiful candy apple green eyes that you had ever seen. Your mouth may have dropped just a little. His lips turned up in a sexy smirk. You felt a hot flush rise in your cheeks and you quickly looked away.

Your friends ordered another round of drinks before heading to the bathroom while they waited. You stayed to save the table. When you looked up, Leather Jacket Guy was standing next to the table.

"Hi" he said, "my name is Dean." Wow, he was tall. He leaned down so you could hear him.

"Beautiful, how about I buy you a drink?" You shook your head, pointing to your still half-full glass. He moved his mouth closer to your ear. "Can I offer you anything else?" You laughed and shook your head. "All right," Dean nodded, stepping away. It was flattering to think that you had caught his eye. But you really weren't the kind of girl who went home with guys from bars.

After a little while you stood up to go. After all, there were TV shows and pajama pants waiting at home. You couldn't help glancing at the bar once more. Dean had turned to face you, leaning back against the bar, arms crossed in front of him, casual and confident. He looked straight at you and lifted both his eyebrows just slightly. Gosh, that was sexy. After a long moment you nodded and turned to walk out the door.

He was right behind you as you stepped thru the door onto the sidewalk, both blinking a little in the setting winter sunlight.

"Change your mind about that drink?" he asked.

"No, but you can have my number."

He sighed and shook his head. "Baby, I'm just passing through. This is a one-night offer. "

You laughed. "What exactly are you offering me for one night?" He leaned in close and whispered in your ear, "Whatever you want, baby." You slipped your arms around his waist and looked up at him

"Whatever I want?"

"Whatever you want." He bent down, pausing just a moment with his mouth just inches from yours.

"Yes," you whispered, and then he kissed you. His lips felt good and you leaned in to kiss him harder. After several long moments, he straightened up.

"Well," he said, "That was nice. Enjoy the rest of your evening." You put one hand on his arm, feeling his bicep flex thru the leather jacket.

"Oh," he said a teasing gleam flashing in his green eyes, "is that not all you wanted?" You pulled him back to you and said, "Maybe I'd like just a little more." Dean grabbed your hand and pulled you around to the side of the bar where the parking lot faced a less busy street. He led you to a beautiful classic black muscle car, "This is the Impala" he stated simply. Then he pushed you up against it and kissed you hard, slipping his tongue into your mouth. He brushed his hips against yours lightly, and then ground against you harder. You could feel his erection thru his jeans.

"Yes," you sighed, throwing your arms around his neck and digging your fingers into his golden brown messy hair. He slid his hands down to your waist and slipped one against the bare skin of your hips. You pulled his hair lightly, he sighed and gripped you harder. "Let's go somewhere else," you murmured. "Somewhere more private."

"Whatever you want," Dean replied, "thats the offer. I have a room at the Sunset Strip."

"Serial Killer Strip?" You pulled back suddenly "What are you doing there?"

"I told you I was only in town for one night. I travel for work. I'm a regional specialist in customized security enforcement solutions."

You shook your head. Whatever that meant. "Come back to my place. I don't have bedbugs."

He drove his car and you drove yours. Once you got back to your apartment, walking in from the parking lot, you kept your distance in case the neighbors were watching. But your fingers brushed against each other and you felt electricity spark between you. Dean was one step behind you going up the stairs.

"Nice ass," he said, giving you a playful smack. Once inside your apartment, you paused, suddenly nervous. You had never done anything like this before.

"Do you, do you want some water?" you stammered.

"Sure," Dean replied. You opened the refrigerator and took out two bottles of water handing, one to him. He cracked the bottle open and took a long drink, then ran his tongue suggestively around the mouth of the water bottle. You felt yourself blush and you giggled. It was silly but it was so sexy.

Without breaking eye contact, Dean set down the water bottle and walked over to you and pinned your shoulders to the wall. Leaning in close he asked, "See something you like?" You leaned in to kiss him but he pulled away. Then he grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the wall above your head with his left hand. He leaned close again and this time he kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth. As your tongues tangled together, his right hand cupped the back of your neck, pressing you in close. Then his fingers tangled in your hair and he pulled your head back. His kisses trailed down your chin and your throat to the top of your breasts.

Dean released your wrists for a minute so you could take off your shirt, then he reached behind you and unclaspped your bra. As you flung your bra to this side, Dean pinned you to the wall again. This time he kissed your breast, licking and sucking your nipples as you sighed appreciatively. He grazed his teeth against your skin and then- bit you.

"Oh!" you cried, but you liked it. Turning his attention to your other breast, Dean bit you again but this time as he did he yanked your hair too. A shudder ran through you. Dean paused and looked you straight in the eye with a wicked smile.

"So you like it rough? He growled.

"Just a little," you whispered hoarsely.

Grabbing your hand, Dean pulled you into the living room and pushed you onto the couch. He paused for a moment when he saw your Buffy box set.

"So you like hunters, huh?" The wicked, sexy smirk returned.

He pulled off his shirt and then your pants. Not bothering to remove your panties, he pressed his hand between your legs hard. You ground down against him and moaned. Leaning over you, he pushed your panties aside and stroked you softly and then- suddenly jammed two fingers up inside you. You gasped and arched your back - he grabbed your hair to keep your neck taut. As he pleasured you, stroking and pumping you with his fingers, Dean steadily pulled your hair. Your breath broke into short, hard gasps. Dean twisted his hand and yanked your hair suddenly. You cried out as you felt your orgasm build, and just as you did, Dean untangled his fingers from your hair and smacked you across the face. You came hard, an incredible climax that left your whole body tingling with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Dean pulled you to your feet but your knees were still weak and you leaned against him. You thought he was going to kiss you but instead he said, "Show me your bedroom."

You grabbed his hand and let him down the short hall. He smacked your ass again, this time much harder, pushing you forward onto the bed. You turned around to watch as Dean unbuckled his belt and then slowly pulled it out of his pants, all the while staring at you with smoldering green eyes. Taking the leather in both hands he snapped it just once. Your mouth dropped open and you made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan. Dean grinned wickedly and came over to you on the bed. Cupping your face in his hand he leaned in close and growled

"Don't" -kiss-

"make" -kiss-

"another" -kiss-

"sound-" and he bit your lower lip. You gasped into his mouth and nodded.

Without breaking eye contact, Dean laid his leather belt softly over your shoulder and then pulled it gently over your skin, the tip trailing down between your breasts. You shivered with anticipation. Hunger flashed in his green eyes. Flicking his wrist, he snapped the end of the belt against your shoulder. He turned his wrist the other way and snapped it under your collarbone. The muscles in his arm flexed as he drew back a little and curled the belt around your waist, the tip hitting your back. You shuddered.

Dean leaned close and kissed you along your collar bone where the skin had risen, red and hot. This felt so bad- but so, so good. He ran his tongue over the welt and you couldn't hold in a sigh. You expected him to kiss you again, but instead he flipped you over, face down on the bed. He flicked his belt again, hitting you exactly where he had hit your hip before.

How did he have such perfect control? you wondered, had he done this much- then every thought flew out of your head as a searing pain cut all the way across your back, from shoulder to hip. You buried your face in the bed to muffle your moan. You felt Dean tracing a line of kisses all the way down your spine. He cupped your ass in his hands, before spanking you with the belt. He kissed the dimples above your ass, and then spanked you again, harder. The line between pleasure and pain blurred completely as he continued to touch and hit and kiss you.

Dean ground against you from behind. He was hard, and you were so wet and ready. He flicked the belt so it hit you right at the top of your thigh, and you could not contain yourself any more.

"Please, Dean, please!" You cried.

Dean bent over you to put his mouth right by your ear.

"Please Dean what?" he growled, and then bit your shoulder right where it met your neck. You felt the weight of his body on top of you and his erection pressed against you.

"Please Dean fuck me," you begged, "please."

Dean stood up and flipped you over.

"Condom?" he asked. You nodded and pointed to your bedside table. He turned away for a moment, and you slid to the middle of the bed. When he turned around, he was naked except for a condom. God his body was amazing, all tan and fit. His arms were especially well muscled. And his cock- wow. Wow!

Dean's amazing green eyes met yours. His gaze was so hot. His face was so handsome.

"Tell me again," he said with a smirk, "tell me what you want."

"Dean," you pleaded, "please, I want you inside me. Please fuck me. I want you."

Dean got on the bed and leaned over you. Your hips rose to meet his but he paused for just a moment. "Whatever you want, baby" he murmured. Without breaking eye contact, he plunged deep inside you. You closed your eyes because it felt too good.

Dean reached up and stroke your cheek. "Look at me baby," he said. You did, and he smirked just a little, that sexy smirk that had gotten you from the minute you locked eyes with him at the bar. You felt desire rise as he began to move, deep deep inside you. You reached around him and grabbed his ass to press him closer. Wow, his ass was muscular and round and perfect.

You felt wave after wave of pleasure as Dean fucked you hard for an impossibly long time with his enormous cock. Your back, still tender from your rough foreplay, sank deep into the sheets under his weight. Every single feeling was so intense, and soon you felt yourself building up to another orgasm.

"Oh, oh, oh-" you panted.

"Look at me," commanded Dean. He smacked you once, playfully, across the face. Your gaze locked on his, and his eyes blazed with lust and power. For a long moment, everything seemed to stand absolutely still and then you came, screaming his name. Dean sighed, a long throaty sigh, and gave into his own climax. His face crumpled, and for just a minute you felt like you knew every single thing about him. Finally with a low moan, he rolled off of you.

For a few moments, you both lay still, your hearts beating fast together. After a moment, Dean sat up and reached for his clothes. You put a hand on his arm.

"No," you begged "can't you stay?"

"If it's what you want," Dean replied, with a softer, gentler smile. You drifted off to sleep with his arm around you. Your back was still tender, pressed against his warm broad chest.

When you woke up, sunlight was streaming through the windows and you were the only person in bed. You rolled over and sighed as you felt every bruise and ache from the night before. You remembered, then, what you had thought was a dream - Dean leaning over you with a kiss, whispering, "Goodbye, beautiful."

You turned your head and on the pillow next to you was a note.

"If only for a night,

what a night it was.

Kisses,

Dean"

#supernatural fanfiction #dean x reader #dom!dean #a one night offer #fangirlxwritesx67 #supernaturalsmut

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team-free-will-oneshots · 5 years

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Bed Rest

Title: Bed Rest Summary: You’ve been sentenced to bed rest after dislocating your knee on a hunt. Good thing your boyfriend Sam is more than willing to dote on you. Written for @insomniac-with-a-juice-pouch Pairing: Sam x Reader Warnings: just fluff! Word Count: 1,500ish

note; here u go, i chose sam bc i love him lmao. hope u heal quickly !! <3

Knowing the Winchesters could give a person a lot of reasons to be jealous.

Their underground bunker, for one - packed with resources any hunter would kill to get their hands on, warding that made it, almost indisputably, the safest place on earth. Or their hunting skills - impeccable aim paired with strength that could pry envy from any onlooker. Even their looks - unbelievably attractive at times, so physically beautiful it almost hurt to look at them.

But none of these things drew jealousy from you - you lived with them in that incredible bunker, had hunting skills to rival their own, and you were lucky enough to be dating Sam Winchester himself. Or in his eyes, he was lucky enough to be dating you.

No, none of these things spurred jealousy. What did was quite simple:

Their ability to walk.

You’d been on bed rest the past few days after dislocating your knee on a hunt. It had been a more difficult scenario than most - a ghoul hunt, and a vicious one at that. But the hunt itself wasn’t what had injured you.

The three of you had finished off the ghoul relatively easily, but as you were walking back to the car, joking around and carefree, the dark night had concealed the hole in the ground. Of course, you fell. You weren’t sure there was anything more embarrassing than when Sam had to carry you back to the Impala while you were groaning in agony, even after they had relocated the joint.

And that left you here - on bed rest, trapped in your room, in the bunker, with nothing to do but read and watch documentaries on netflix. Meanwhile, Sam and Dean lived their lives as per usual while you needed help just getting to the bathroom.

“How are you feeling?”

Sam’s voice was gentle as it echoed from the doorway, paired with a sympathetic smile as he walked inside and sat on the edge of your shared bed. You made a hmph of discontent, and he chuckled, reaching out to take your hand in his. He ran his thumb over your palm in soothing circles, and you closed your eyes, pressing your head back into your pillow as you stared at the roof. It was a sight that had become all too familiar over the past few days - you could point out every crack in the ceiling, every bubble in the paint just from memory.

“Can I do anything?” Sam asked kindly, and you shook your head as you sighed.

“No,” you mumbled. “It’s just… it sucks. It feels like I’ve watched every single good movie on netflix, and now I’m on to the true crime documentaries!” you exclaimed, and Sam’s eyes lit up.

“Which one?” he asked eagerly, crawling into bed next to you and pulling the covers up as he slung an arm around your shoulders. You smiled as he pulled you against his chest, and you relaxed into him as you pressed ‘play’.

“Oh, this is a good one!” he exclaimed. “See, they’ve left out some stuff, but this guy…”

Sam trailed off into a long explanation of the serial killer’s tactics, but you found yourself only half listening as your eyes fell on his face - eyes alight with excitement, though framed with the permanent creases of bags beneath them; a result of the sleep that’s stolen from him by hours of research. You drank in the sight of the hard line of his jaw, coated with a thin layer of stubble that stretched down his neck and over the Adam’s apple that bobbed when he talked. It didn’t take him long to realise you weren’t listening, and he nailed you with a hard stare that countered the teasing spark behind his hazel eyes.

“You’re not listening to a word I’m saying, are you?” he asked, snapping you from your awe. You blinked a few times, clearing your throat as your gaze met his.

“W-what? ‘Course I am,” you said unconvincingly, and he chuckled, pressing an idle kiss to your temple.

“Right. Well, I’m grabbing a snack - want anything?”

“To get up,” you grumbled, and his expression shifted from playful to empathetic. You sighed. “Just a water,” you conceded, and Sam nodded, leaving you to rest as he sought out the kitchen. You huffed in frustration as you adjusted - your limbs were growing numb from staying in the same position for so long, but any sudden movements caused a hot stripe of pain to flare up in your knee. Wincing through it, you finally got yourself into a somewhat more comfortable position, only for the movement to result in an uncomfortable pressure on your bladder. Growling, you gritted your teeth and tossed your head back in annoyance.

“You good?” Sam asked as he re-entered, handing you a glass of water that you took with a sulky nod.

“I need to pee,” you muttered, a wave of embarrassment pairing itself with your confession. But to Sam’s credit, his expression remained entirely composed as he nodded.

“Okay, here, I’ll help you,” he said, easily helping you to your feet and all but carrying you to the bathroom, giving you your privacy until it was time to carry you back to your bed.

“Wait, wait- can we go to the library or something instead? I think I might literally go crazy if I have to stay in that room another second,” you objected, and Sam chuckled as he switched course, cradling you against his chest as he carried you over the library’s threshold. You saw Dean researching at a desk nearby, and he smirked at the two of you as you entered.

“You’ve really got him wrapped around your little finger, huh?” he mused, shooting you a wide grin as he nodded to Sam carrying you without complaint. You stuck out your tongue at the eldest Winchester, who rolled his eyes playfully in response.

“Damn right,” you said, shooting Sam a wink in return to the quizzical rise of his brow. He shook his head in amusement, laying you carefully on the couch before throwing a blanket over you. Sam made to leave, and you cleared your throat, raising an expectant eyebrow as he turned around.

“Forgetting something?” you asked innocently, and Sam snickered, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. You hummed into the kiss, your hand fisting in his flannel and pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss, one of his hands moving to rest on your cheek as the other found its home on your waist.

Dean gagged in the background, and you shot him an annoyed glare as you and Sam separated.

“Get a room,” Dean muttered, and you made a face at him.

“We have one, not our fault you’re in it,” you shot back. “Besides, you’re really making fun of me, right now? I could be on my deathbed, Dean!” you said in mock offense, and the eldest Winchester rolled his eyes again.

“You tripped. Walking over a flat surface. I think you’ll live,” he said, eyes glinting playfully.

“Hey! There was a hole!” you protested. “You were there, you saw it!”

Dean shrugged innocently. “Me? It was dark, all I saw was you tripping…” he said as he took his leave.

“Dean Winchester, you get back here right now!” you snapped.

“What are you gonna do, chase me?” he asked, casting you a shit eating grin as he left. You spat a string of curses after him, but all you could hear in response was the echo of his laughter bouncing down the hall as he made his escape. You fell back against the couch with a huff, shooting Sam an annoyed look at his chuckle of amusement.

“Sorry, babe,” he apologised, sitting next to you and grazing a kiss over your forehead. “Come on - what do you want to do?”

You pouted, but your petulant expression quickly shifted into one of thought as you considered your options. A smile crept over your face as you spied the open novel on the library desk, spine worn and cracked from frequent use. It was Sam’s favourite book - you’d caught him re-reading it several times lately, and you’d yet to find a chance to flick through it yourself.

“Why don’t you read to me?” you suggested, and Sam grinned as he snatched the book. You shifted your position, giving him an opportunity to snuggle in behind you and draw the blanket up over the two of you. He began to read, his voice slow, deep and soothing, the rumble of his words vibrating through his chest and against your back as he spoke.

And as you laid against his warm, solid torso, Sam’s arms slung around you as his voice melted over you like smooth honey, you considered the notion that just maybe, bed rest wasn’t so bad after all.

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thewincestgospel · 5 years

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Do you have an established relationship wincest recs? Where they are in love and together :) thank you!

Of course!

I live for the boys getting their HEA and just growing old with each other.

Established Fics aka Curtain Fics

Anniversary by sonofabiscuit77 The Smith-Wessons go away for a ghost-hunting mini-break to celebrate their anniversary. Just a slice of life, domestic Smith/Wesson thing where they salt and burn the ghost, have brunch and Dean gets tied to the bed.

Backseat of My Brother’s 67 Chevy by NaughtyPastryChef Extended scene from “Baby”. Dean’s feeling proud of Sam’s hookup until he hears that Sam tried to give that waitress his number. Uncharacteristically, he lets Sam force him to talk about it.

Better Homes and Gardens by chick (orphan_account) After getting whammied on a hunt, Dean wakes up a househusband in Lawrence married to his little brother. Trapped in this world where down is up and up is completely fucked, Dean desperately tries to figure out a way to get back to a world that makes sense without completely losing his mind in the process. Featuring: spice gardens, bridge clubs, and the power of incestuous, gay love.

Cat’s Cradle by saltandbyrne My version of curtain fic, with human furniture, the Outback Steakhouse, and brutal, loving BDSM.

The Chicago Verse by compo67 After angels and demons and things that go bump in the night, Sam and Dean want a place of their own. Finding a place is easier said than done; and settling somewhere isn’t taken lightly. They take a chance on the city Death spared because he liked the pizza. The boys settle in a Mexican neighborhood just south of the Loop called Pilsen. Sam looks back at how they got here.

Crush by sonofabiscuit77 Five years after the apocalypse didn’t happen and Sam and Dean have settled down, or as much as the Winchesters can ever settle down. Sam is a college professor and Dean a well-respected small business owner and they’re learning how to balance work, hunting and dog-ownership while coping with the metaphorical and literal scars of war. Life’s not perfect, not for a (sort of) out and proud couple in small town USA with a lot to hide, but they’re dealing, that is, until Dean employs one sexually-confused teenager who develops an unhealthy obsession with both of them. Switching between five years earlier and now, we learn how the boys came together, how they made it through the big fight and whether they’ll ever manage to find that flighty temptress, happily ever after.

Give Him What He Needs by brokenlittleboy Sam wakes Dean up for some good old-fashioned morning loving and Dean is more than happy to comply. They’ve been going at it for almost eleven years now, and it seems like every day Sam gets dirtier and dirter, and more and more desperate for it. Dean’s not complaining–he’s just a little worried someday he won’t be enough for little brother’s needs.

How Does Your Garden Grow by majesticduxk From the prompt: Sam getting his hands all dirty, Sam getting bad knees as he ages, Sam being excited about his bean crop, Sam bringing vast quantities of zucchini to the Bunker kitchen and expecting Dean to figure out something to cook with it, Sam being wrathful and indignant about caterpillars, Sam out there all day with the sun hot on his neck and the soil cool in his hands thinking about nothing at all but the tactility and the way he’s having this small, steady good effect on the world and coming back HAPPY.

A Life Most Ordinary by sonofabiscuit77 Sam and Dean Winchester are two ordinary brothers living ordinary small-town lives. Okay, so having a mother who was brutally murdered by one of America’s most notorious serial killers and a father who was forever mentally scarred by the event is not that ordinary, but the rest of their problems: marriage breakdowns and relationship failures, job disappointments and sexuality crisis, and Dean’s two kids, 9 year-old Jonah with his disturbing passion for the music of Lady Gaga and 6-year old Simon with his severe hearing loss, well they’re all completely ordinary. The only thing extraordinary about Sam and Dean is how they fell in love.Written for 2010 spn_j2_bigbang challenge

Just Another Day by selecasharp When rain keeps them in a motel for another night, Sam settles in for a quiet day of movies, popcorn, and cuddling (and maybe more) on a couch with Dean — until he realizes what day it is.

Just Say My Name by leonidaslion Dean turns into a complete and utter nympho. It takes Sam a while to notice the difference.

The King and The Lionheart by waywardelle After the disastrous but effective removal of the Mark, Sam and Dean Winchester suddenly face a life without allies or a reason to keep hunting, so they leave their old life behind them in flames. They re-emerge from the ashes as Sam and Dean Wesson, residents of Misty Luna, Maine– a town with a personality all its own. As they settle into civilian life, they gain careers, a home, good friendships and the kind of fulfillment they never thought possible. But with nothing left to fight, the underbelly of their particular kind of love is thrown into sharp relief, especially considering the whole town thinks they’re married, anyway. After dancing around their feelings for the past twenty years, Sam and Dean find a peace they never knew existed, and through it all, they find each other again. And maybe, just maybe, forever. Curtain!fic. Canon divergence after 10x21, “Dark Dynasty.”

Like a Fish Out of Water by nyxocity AU after Plucky Pennywhistle’s Magical Menagerie. During the final battle with the Leviathans, God finally makes an appearance and deigns to intervene. After granting Sam and Dean a few final requests, he ‘packs his bags’ and takes everything supernatural in existence with him. Left with nothing to hunt, Sam talks a reluctant Dean into settling down in a small town outside of Sioux Falls. Sam seems to want them live a normal kind of life, but between the ridiculous estate sale Sam bought to furnish the house, the arrival of a very human Castiel who’s overwhelmed by human emotions, and their quirky, invasive neighbors, it’s anything but. Dean’s having a difficult time adjusting, convinced everything couldn’t be more abnormal until Sam reveals exactly what kind of life he wants to have with Dean. Dean can’t deny the part of him that wants it–but can he accept it?

Love is Never Blind by Calysta18 Love is the only game that is not called on account of darkness!!

Milk Me by LittleSparrow69 Fill for this kinkmeme prompt: A knocked-up Dean’s lactating and he hates it but it hurts. Sam “milking” him is less humiliating (barely) than leaking all over his shirts. Sam, though, lives for this.

On A Friday We Call Good by gaialux One unlucky moment. That’s all it took to turn Dean’s life upside down. Sam seems to be on board with the fallout; insisting they take a break from hunting and set up in suburbia. While Sam finds himself assimilating, Dean is far from Mr. Domestic. If he can’t hunt - if he can’t save people - he has nothing. Or so he thinks.

Over the Hills, Far Away by roxymissrose Somewhere in the middle of season seven, this world careens towards the left.Dean looks at Sam and decides enough is enough. They need to settle down for a while, take a breath.

The Psychology of Genetic Sexual Attraction by sonofabiscuit77 “…50% of of reunions between siblings, or parents and offspring, separated at birth result in obsessive emotions…”This story begins in 2001 in a garage in Palo Alto when 18-year old Stanford student, Sam Sharma plucks up the courage to ask car mechanic, Dean Cooper, out for a cup of coffee. Their attraction is instantaneous and overwhelming, and the relationship that develops seems perfect. Except nothing is really perfect, and this particular love story started a long time before Sam and Dean even met. Wincest non-hunting AU. This is my attempt at a boys-don’t-know-they’re-brothers story.

The Theory of Relativity by wutendeskind The Apocalypse is over. Sam writes it all down, and the result tops the New York Times bestseller list for an entire year. Dean loves that Sam’s found something to do with his life, but doesn’t know how he fits in. And when Dean reads Sam’s second novel, things get even more confusing for him.

Trust Me, I’m A Doctor by checkthemarginsThe one where Dean is a pediatric neurosurgeon and Sam is a law student and they figure out they’re in love.

Walkin’ the Tightrope by non_tiembo_mala It’s 2036, and twenty years since Sam and Dean called it quits on hunting to take up a secluded, quiet life. Maybe Jesse and Cesar gave them the idea, but after Amara, they realized they’d done enough. And they wanted a proper life together even more.Known as Sam Wesson and Dean Smith to the residents of the nearby town they call home, Sam and Dean keep mostly to themselves, their immaculately kept ‘67 Chevy Impala, and their cabin in the woods. That is, until someone from their past tracks them down, desperate for help.Sam and Dean can’t say no, not when it’s their dear friend Jody Mills in deep trouble – she’s missing – but the wedding bands they wear make going back to their old life just that little bit more complicated…

Wanna make your motor run by cordelia_gray Four times Dean got road head, and one time he gave it.

I could literally go on and on with this list so I might make a part two of this list.

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lewishamil10n · 4 years

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M U R D E R

Day 6 - The Winchesters take someone under their wing.

Warning -- Implied Abuse, Implied Sexual Assault, Gore, Violence, Death, Murder, Implied Mental Health Issues

'Oh! Oh! Dean, right there!' Sam groaned into Dean's neck, smiling at how possessive his older brother had become. He spread his legs wider, over his neck because damn, he become flexible and loved it when his brother pounded himself into him. 'Dean!'

'Sammy, you physoctic little shit -- fuck -- you love it when we do this, don't you?' Dean groaned as his baby brother clenched around him. Sam touched his face, smearing it with blood and he glared while Sam's grin grew. He wrapped his arms around Dean, giving a chaste kiss. 'Do we even know whose blood that was?'

'Nope! But, who cares anyway? We're -- oh, Dean! That's, oh fuck! Again!' Sam was dragged into another kiss as Dean aimed for his prostate over and over again. 'You going to shut me up?'

'Nah. Not like anyone is going to complain anyway.' Dean replied, aiming for his neck instead as Sam threw his head back, gripping the bar countertop.

And no one was, because they we're all dead.

🌻

Castiel snapped. He had enough of his family pushing and pulling and punching him around. He had enough. Hell, he wasn't even supposed to be part of this, twisted sick excuse of a family -- he was adopted, and wow, didn't that sound like some lame plot for a murder story.

He snapped. His father had thrown him back into his room, bruised, after doing...unspeakable things to him. Castiel cried for a bit, watching the stars before he heard yelling coming from his neighbors house.

They were being slaughtered. He watched through the opened windows as they screamed and pleaded for mercy, and Castiel wondered why he didn't do the same.

Commit murder.

Why not?

His scissors, his favorite pair that had been tucked away deep in the closet, a dark blue with sharp edges are just sitting there. And it's calling him.

So he answers.

🌻

Sam and Dean seem to have the time of their lives when they kill, adrenaline spiked and screams absolutely delightful, loving the sight of the victims crying and begging and pleading for mercy. A whole family of corrupt people, now decorated the walls and floors with shades of red.

It didn't start like this. They were normal kids, just like everyone else. But John Winchester, he and his Mary Winchester were killed, and it's not like the adoption system knew how corrupt it actually was.

They tried to take Sam away from Dean when Sam was only 17, took him all the way from Kansas down to Florida, and that was their first kill together. The damn women just couldn't keep her hands off of Sam -- touching him while he was sleeping?

Fuck no.

At first, for the first two years, Sam acted like he didn't know what Dean was doing to all those men who even spared a glance in his direction. But then, he liked Dean, liked the attention, loved that everything about him wasn't about him but about Dean, Dean, Dean. It drove him crazy, and one night he simply decided to kill a innocent girl riding Dean, pushed her off, and cleaned Dean up with his tongue instead.

And right now? They were jacking each other off in the kitchen, knowing that the neighbors probably heard all the yelling and screaming, so they had to leave quicker this time.

' Oh, Dean!' Sam arched into Dean's hand jerking him off. 'Hurry up jerk!'

'Bitch, what do you think I'm trying to do?' Dean stroking them both before a gut-curling scream makes both of them groan, kissing each other and spilling into Dean's fist. Sam grabs a scarf from the dead body laying in the couch next to them, wiping Dean off before going to check the ruckus.

They start spilling gasoline before they start hearing cries for help, and they look at each other, confused, because they didn't leave any bodies out to suffer slowly. It's from next door.

'Do you want to check it out?' Sam asks, looking at Dean carefully.

'Why not?' He replies, and both of them exist through the backdoor into the backyard, and stand on the table leaning against the fence and watch the scene unfold.

It's a boy, no more than 15 and he's killing with precision, no mess. Just a quick, simple death, but it appears he likes to watch his victims beg and plead too. He trails the scissors up a ladies neck before stabbing her in the neck. Then the boy starts screaming, laughing, and then shivering which can only mean he's crying silently.

The Winchesters burn the house, and while walking to the Impala, they see the young boy sitting outhouse, staring at the stars, as if he didn't just kill his family, as if the house next to him isn't burning down.

Sam gives Dean a look and Dean gives a look back, wondering if he's crazy. Sam gives him the puppy dog eyes, then sighs in acceptance because it would be nice to have a kid around to train and take care of.

'Hey, kid!' Sam calls out, and flinched a bit when striking blue eyes lazily look in his direction. 'Do you want to come with us?'

Castiel compensates the offer in front of him. 'That depends. You must not have the intention to kill me or lure me into a trafficking ring.'

The boy with an abundance of hair on his head makes a genuine disgusted face and he gags. 'What the heck, kid? No, my brother and I want to take you under our wing. Except, we fuck each other. A lot.'

'What is your name?' Castiel hadn't been expecting that response. He looks at the scissors in his hand, and gives a tiny smile at the man.

'Sam Winchester. My brothers name is Dean Winchester, and we're serial killers.' Sam smiles back. 'What's yours?'

'Castiel. Just Castiel.' Castiel gets up and goes into the backseat happily, and Sam jumps into the passenger side. ' So, where are we going?'

'I don't know, kid.' Dean responds. 'Anywhere you'd like, since it's your first kill.'

He thinks about it for a moment, then watches the window. 'How about California? I hear the crime rates there are terribly low.'

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oh my god this is so ridiculously HOT. i have such a weakness for serial killer winchesters omg and i love how twisted and psychotic you wrote them. it’s so incredibly sexy!

poor cas, i felt so awful for him, but i’m so happy he got to have his revenge. i laughed out loud at the way dean introduced them to cas lmao and the ending too!! “i hear the crimes rates there are terribly low,” cas says on his way to increase them :’)

you are being so good to me anon :’)

#submission #wincestmas #12daysofwincestmas #wincestmas anon #wincest #supernatural #ficlet #abuse cw

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maxineswritingcenter · 5 years

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Take it on the Run - Dean Winchester part 3

Read part 2 here!

Warnings: mention of sex, fluff

Summary: After a month long, whirl-wind romance with the new guy in town (Dean), he ghosts, as if he never existed. You are devastated, eating plenty of ice cream, your friend decides to take you out for drinks and karaoke. Maybe something happens who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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"You're doing what?!" I pulled the phone away from my ear as (Y/F/N)'s shrill voice came through the receiver.

"I said I'm going out with Dean tonight-"

"No, I heard you. Loud and clear. Fuzzybritches, are you hearing this crap?" A soft mew followed. Fuzzybritches was as old as I was and, as (Y/F/N) put it, as wise as a mountain. Which made as much sense as it sounded.

"You're involving Fuzzy so you must not be that mad." I said as I pulled into the diner Dean asked me to meet him at. It had become a regular meeting place before he left. It had the classic diner feel and at the same time felt like grandma's kitchen, comfortable and familiar.

"The jury is still out on Mr. Winchester." Was all they said.

"Whatever." I said, not really paying attention because I saw the Baby pull up next to me.

"Like your voice changes when you're around him. You sound in love, it's disgusting." They said, scoffing.

"I'm hanging up now." I said. Dean looked over and mouthed my friend's name. I nodded, opening and closing my hand to mimic their jabber. Dean got out, coming around to open my door for me. I decided to put it on speaker phone.

"Hey (Y/F/N)." He said, a bright and intoxicatingly handsome smile on his face.

"Dean." They said, a grumpy mew following.

"I give you my word. I won't leave like that again. I think you'd hunt me down if I tried." He said, helping me out of the car.

"He's smart. I'll give him that." They said after a short pause.

"Goodbye!" I said, hanging up the phone. "Sorry." I said, leaning back against my door.

"Awh they're fine." He said, leaning over and kissing my cheek. This slight and minut gesture made my heart race. He led me inside where we were sat down in a booth. The seats were plastic cushions that would definitely be sticking to my thighs when I try to get up later (why did I wear shorts?), so looking forward to that. Darlene, the local waitress who had a thick southern accent even though she wasn't from the south, came up to us. Her golden blonde curls bouncing.

"Hey y'all!" She said, pulling a small notebook and pen out of her apron pocket, "Been a while since I saw you two." She looked at Dean, "And don't worry, we got fresh pie waitin' fer ya."

Dean smiled, tapping his hand on the table, "Now that's what I like to hear." We ordered our drinks and food before being left to ourselves.

"So how was your day?" He asked. The simplicity of the question was strange. If what he said was true, he was a a trained gun. He has probably killed people. But he was here in this diner. With me. Enjoying the simplicity.

"Uh, good. Kinda. My coworker didn't come into work this morning. He called in sick even though we were supposed to be working on a project together. To be honest, I'm not surprised. He's kind of a flake anyway." I sighed. Trevor, the coworker in question, was a pretty unreliable when it came to group projects. It was odd because he emailed me some reports last night and didn't mention that he was sick.

"Sounds like a douche." He said, leaning back against the booth.

"What about you? What have you been up to?" I asked, crossing my arms and leaning on the table. He smirked at me, his dimples making an appearance.

"Oh I've been around." He had a look in his eyes, that mischievous look that made me shiver. Because they were oh so similar to his bedroom eyes.

"What have you got planned, mister?"

He shrugged, "You'll see." Before I could say more, Darlene returned with our drinks and food, the subject temporary forgotten.

After pie and paying, we left the diner. Dean went ahead and opened the passenger side of the Impala for me.

"Oh what a gentleman." I pressed a hand to my chest. I sat inside, looking over the interior. He once told me that he had rebuilt this car plenty of times. Keeping a few touches that had been there forever. The army man that Sam shoved into the ashtray was a cute touch. He also said that he had shoved Legos into the vents and when you turned on the heat you could hear them rattle.

Dean got into the driver's side and twisted the key to start up the car. The purr of the engine could probably put me to sleep if I stayed long enough.

"I got a little surprise planned, just sit back and relax." He drew out the last word as he turned on the radio. The tell-tale guitar started playing, surprising me.

"Fleetwood Mac?" I asked, they were one of my favorite bands growing up. Landslide was probably my favorite song of all time.

He nodded, singing to the opening verse, "Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise

Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies..." The Chain could get anyone pumped up, it was the perfect song a trip down the road, going plenty over the speed limit.

"Can I open my eyes now." Dean had me blindfolded with a bandana. I was leaned up against the Impala, arms crossed because of the cold.

"Just a minute, sweetheart." He said as he shut the trunk of the Impala.

"If I didn't know any better, this is some serial killer behavior." I teased. I heard him laugh and then heard the sound of what sounded like fabric.

"Oh you'll see." He clicked his tongue, "There." There was the sound of soft grass under his boots as he walked towards me. I felt his hands pull off the bandana.

"Eyes closed." He said, "Just trust me." I sighed but complied. He took my hands in his own, leading me down a small hit and out a few feet.

"Here we are..." He moved around behind me, "And open." When I opened my eyes, I felt my cheeks getting sore from the smile on my face. He had laid out a large flannel blanket and a couple pillows. There was an open cooler in the corner, a couple beers and fruity drinks inside. There were small citronella candles flickering away. The sun was setting, giving the scene a warm glow.

"Dean...." I whispered. Not really knowing what to say. It looks like it's straight out of a Pinterest post pinned by some girl with too many y's in her name and captioned: goals. But here I was, experiencing goals.

"You said you wanted to go star gazing. And I think it will give us a chance to... Reconnect emotionally." He said as if the words were rehearsed.

"Those are Sam's words." I teased, turning to look at him. He shrugged, "He's useful sometimes."

"It's...this is amazing, Dean. Really... This is all I could have asked for. " I really couldn't describe how I felt. It was so grand and the same time it was so simple.

We had been lying there for hours, talking about anything that we could think of. Our lives, our families. He was still keeping secrets, but I didn't care. I was lying on my side, resting my head on a pillow. I could tell that he probably snuck them out of the motel he was staying in. The position he was in reminded me of a particularly steamy encounter.

My chest was heavy heavily, my hair was sticking to the sides of my face. Five times. I didn't think five times was possible. But as Dean put it, the sounds that I was making were payment enough for the incredible things that man could do. He had traced his tongue over every tattoo he could find. The falling angel, the white wing dove, the Mississippi moon, the Celtic infinity knot, and the most sensitive, the crystal on my hip. I sat up on my elbows, turning to look at the Adonis next to me and a softness filled my heart. He was lying there, his chest rising and falling steadily. One of his hands was on his stomach, the other behind his head. A smile plastered on his face, his nose (which was extremely adorable, I didn't know having an adorable nose was even possible), and his eyes were completely focused on me in a look that I could only describe as adoration. Even as I met his eyes, he didn't look away. He continued to stare. Continued to smile.

There he was again, staring at me now. This look had much more meaning than it did before. It was after we just had sex when all our dopamine was rushing to our brains. No, this was just being in each other presence. No need for sex, not even a kiss, just each other.

"What are you thinking?" I whispered. I wanted to reach out and touch him but I was too afraid to ruin this moment.

He grinned, the tip of his tongue poking out from underneath his teeth, "Do you remember that drive we took? Just hours and hours of driving to nowhere?"

Oh my God, oh God, oh Jesus Christ. Was he talking about what I think he's talking about? Oh God, my heart is in my throat.

"Of course." My voice was barely there, practically a whisper in the wind.

"You told me something that scared the living shit out of me." He said, there was a slight shake in his voice. Okay. Words I was not expecting. The disappointment is creeping in.

"You told me you loved me and I uh..." He paused, not meeting my gaze, "Only one other woman has ever said that to me. She ultimately got hurt because of me." Is he pushing me away? What does this mean? I would hate for my whole Pinterest goals moment to end like this.

"She got hurt because I thought it was safe, I loosened up. I wasn't at my best. Sam was gone..." He shook his head, "Gone at the hospital. He got really sick. My mind was everywhere. But that doesn't excuse that she got hurt. But when I look at you..." He reached a hand out, cupping my face, "I know that no force on heaven, earth, or hell could ever take you away from me. I...." He brought himself closer to me. I could feel his hot breath against my lips, his eye lashes batting against mine.

"I love you."

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Love me once, shame on me Chapter 1 : Watermark.

Serie Summary :

2005. Dean and her are in love. He’s the first. Fist kiss, first friend, first love. And she’s everything he didn’t know he needed. Secrets are shared, promises are made… And broken. 2019. He doesn’t even remember she exists, like nothing was real, like he never told her she was the one. She spent her all life trying to deal with his betrayal. But this time she’s about to unravel the mystery of why Dean Winchester broke her heart.

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Serie Warnings : Violence, mention of attempt suicide, swearing,Smut, unprotected sex (you are smarter than this), Fluff.

Chapter Warnings : Violence, mention of attempt suicide, swearing.

Words : 2.3k

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Watermark

I look at my arm, gently rubbing the long scar on my skin, and on the other arm. I still can't feel anything with my middle finger on the left hand, I lost all sensitivity on it when I opened my veins many years ago, damaging a nerve with the sharp knife I used.

When the waiter comes near me, I hide the scars with my very long sleeves as usual and asks for a black coffee with a chocolate muffin. I love chocolate, always have.

Looking out the window I watch the rain fall on it, forming stripes like infinite tears blurring the world. I warmly smiles when the waiter gives me what I ordered and open the book I brought.

Supernatural "Skin" by Carver Edlund

The book is used but I don't really take care of it, bending it in every ways, sometimes reading in the rain, barely sheltering it... Whatever ; I read all the volumes so many times, it could crumble now, it would still be a fair natural death for it.

Dean Winchester is alive.

I have to stop thinking about it, and yet, an entire year after hearing this, I still can't deal with this information. He was dead. Again. He was dead and I thought about trying to kill myself again for days... I got out of this life to avoid hearing his name, I travelled the world to run from diners like this one, just to forget about bacon cheese burgers. And years after, I heard it, just like that : Dean Winchester came to Asa Fox funerals.

My broken heart started beating again... and bleeding to. Nightmares stopped but I couldn't sleep. I had to see him. I had to understand.

So there I am, in that crappy diner where the chocolate muffin isn't even made of real chocolate, reading to relax, watching the door. If I'm right, he'll come through that door with his brother and his FBI suit to ask questions, not knowing I already solved the case.

I am about to see his face again, smell him again, hear his voice. I'm about to know if he really forgot about me or if he just doesn't care anymore...

Fourteen years later.

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2005

"Agent Cobain" I say showing her my fake badge.

She half smiles, taking it in her hands and looking deeply in my eyes. The bell rings and the hallway is suddenly crawling with loud, horny teenagers.

"I don't think so Agent" she says with a mocking smirk.

"E-excuse me ?" I stammer.

"FBI badges have a light watermark there, and you're too young to be in charge of a murder case by yourself anyway... Agent Cobain, have you seen your car ?" she smiles.

"What the... listen..."

"Plus, I don't think many FBI agents call their daddy to check in. I heard you earlier..."

Her smile gives me the urge to hit her face and to take her in my arms in the same time. Who is this girl ?

"Oh I see, I'm dealing with the little genius of high school" I grunt through my teeth.

She rolls her eyes and sighs. Her smile fades away and she looks behind her before saying lower :

"If you want to unravel this school's secrets, I suggest you ask teachers, not students... Good luck with that."

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The fourth time the door opens, Dean Winchester comes in.

An older, even more charismatic, stronger, manlier version of the Dean Winchester that once took my virginity.

My heart is missing beats after beats. I prepared for that, and still, this is almost unbearable. I have to carry my broken heart on my opened wrist, and he doesn't even remember I existed for him.

I hate him as much as I love him, but some say it's the same thing right ? Every possible emotion is strangling me, it physically hurts. But I'm far too broken to cry, I have no tears anymore, every single one have been shed a long time ago.

He comes toward me directly, because I'm the only customer apart from the two men eating waffles at the counter and laughing loudly. In an instant, the book is hidden in my big messy bag. I can't stop looking at him, I can't stop remembering.

"Agent Smith" he says with a voice way lower than it was. "Can I ask you a couple of questions ?"

I can't help but smile, looking at the fake badge.

"Do you know how we can tell a badge is authentic ? " I ask with a sad smile.

He looks at me, frowning. I take a sip of my coffee to swallow a piece of my heart stuck in my throat.

"This watermark, just here..." I rub the badge with the tip of my finger, eyes on the picture of him." Is almost impossible to fake."

He stares at me suspiciously for a moment. He is all the same, and yet everything changed. His eyes are darker, his face is still perfectly handsome but he's been through hell, and it shows. It seems like his hair are darker too, and the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes are not just expression lines anymore. Were his shoulders always this broad ? His jaw so strong ? He is a man, and not any man.

"You're not an FBI agent, you're a hunter" I add, taking another sip of coffee.

Dean's eyebrows raise in surprise, and he sits in front of me. That's when I can smell him. I swallows hard, hiding behind my now empty cup.

"Are you a hunter ?" he asks low, looking behind him like someone could understand our conversation.

"Yeah, sometimes."

"How can you be a hunter sometimes ?" he asks with a soft smile, putting his badge back in his pocket.

"Long story... So you're a hunter" I say looking at the Impala through the window.

He still have this car, the guy died like twice at least, but he always drive he's father's car fourteen years later... How I loved that car, how I waited for it to park in front of high school, how I stopped the music and opened the window to hear it come, lazily laying on my bed, how I loved feeling the leather on my sweaty skin, when he was making love to me on the backseat...

"And judging by your nice taste in cars, you must be Dean Winchester" I state trying not to stare at him.

"How do you know ?" he asks with an amused look.

"No long hair, not Sam" I lie.

"Oh you know my brother too ?"

"You are kind of famous, you know. Coffee ?"

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2005

"So this is where you live ?" I ask trying not to sound judgmental.

The small trailer is parked in the middle of nowhere, a folding chair and a small table in front of it.

"Yep" she says with that singing voice of her, opening the door. "Must be very different from your house."

"Not that much" I mutter, thinking about the crappy motel I'm staying at. At least this place seems clean and quiet.

She disappears inside and comes back holding two fresh beers. The late sun is making her frown while she sits on the step before her door, handing me one of the beers.

"Are you even allowed to drink ?" I ask, already knowing she's not the kind of girl to follow the rules, she's way too smart for that.

"Do you really care ? You're nor even a real cop !"

When the night falls, we're still talking. She told me about that missing teacher and what she found about him, all by herself. She doesn't even know about the supernatural but she still closer to solve the case than local police. This girl is really smart...

"What I don't understand is how could mister Johnson avenge himself being dead" she says handing me another beer. "Or maybe he had it all planned... Still, it doesn't make sense."

For me it makes perfect sense, and she just almost solved the case.

"So where are your parents ?" I dare, looking around.

"Hum... I'm alone, I'm an emancipated minor. But hey, not for long, I'll be eighteen in two months. Freedom !"

My heart sank at the idea of her being alone. I don't see the trailer the way I saw it minutes ago. It seems sad, isolated.

"I'm sorry" I say looking down.

"Don't be. I fought for that. Anything but foster home or orphanage, for me it was hell..."

"I mean, for your parents..."

"Hum. Yeah" she shrugs.

She look at me in the eye and smile widely. She stands and go inside, then brings other beers, handing it to me. That's when I notice her cheek are a little pink, like she was just a little drunk or awkward.

"I told you everything, you interrogated me four times in a week, and you're nor even a real cop. I think it's my turn to ask questions !" she says, giving a light kick on the chair I'm sitting on.

How can I tell her I just wanted to see her a little more ? I really feel like we could be friends, she remind me of Sam so much, and I miss him like hell. I'm just so lonely.

"Who are you Dean ? Are you some kind of secret hero ? Like Batman ? Or are you a serial killer trying to seduce me ? How can somebody using fake credit cart to pay a simple donut can have a car that beautiful ?"

"Wow wow !" I raise my hands. "Fake credit carts now ?"

"I've been in the street, Dean"

How can she see so clearly through me and not be afraid ? I mean, anybody would be suspicious. I sigh and look at the Impala parked beside her old wreck, all shiny and proud.

"Maybe you're the serial killer" I say with the more charming smile I have in me. "Maybe you'll kill me and take my car."

She laughs and stands, taking her oversized hoodie off, leaving her in a black Nirvana tank top. I wasn't expecting that, a babe body underneath the "fuck you" look.

"Agent Cobain would never have worked on you" I say forcing myself to look away from her chest.

"Never !" she laughs. "It's dark."

She disappears inside again and I wonder why I am still here, but I guess I just don't want to go back to the motel and watch crappy TV ; what's wrong with making friends ?

Suddenly, a myriad of colored light bulb come to life everywhere near us, like little shy stars. And I can't help but smile like a child at the beauty of it. When she comes back, she hands me pizza with that already familiar smile and only then I realize I'm just a little drunk, and I want this evening to last all my life.

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Dean takes the monster's head off with a sharp swing of his machete but the thing keeps on moving and another grabs him from behind, trying to bite him. I shoot three times in his head, making Dean close his eyes tightly like I would miss him and shoot him instead... It won't happen, I learn with the best.

This of course doesn't kill it but the impact free Dean.

"How do we kill those fuckers !" he groans seeing too other zombie-ish monsters coming toward us.

Sun. Only sun can burn those creatures, I know it as I already discovered what they are. But I can't just tell Dean, and night is still young. The only way would be to cut their legs to keep them immobile, drag them outside and wait for morning.

When one of them takes my head and smash it on the wall, Dean screams my name but I fall on my knee, dizzy and unfocused for a moment. He can't come to me, already fighting two of them, he calls my name but I don't answer. I've seen much worse and I'm a lonely hunter, I can handle myself, he'll learn to trust me. When the creature bends on me to lift me, thinking I'm stunned, I shoot his face at point blank range. He stumbles back and I start shooting his knees, I shoot it so many times his legs almost detach from his body. And I have no bullets anymore.

"At least it can't move anymore !" I laugh, knowing I must look like a psycho.

Then I come to Dean, still struggling with the overly strong creatures and take the machete he's dropped to cut his attackers in half one by one.

"Fuck, you're daunting !" Dean says scattering the other zombies until we're surrounded by moving pieces of monsters.

"What do we do now ?" I say already knowing the answer.

"Let me call my brother, let me call Sam."

Sammy... I only seen him once, on one of the best days of my life. I remember talking to him on that cafeteria, dazzled by the southern sun through the window, his eyes wandering on the purple hickey his brother made on my throat, far from knowing Dean did it, and that his brother was waiting for me outside. I was so thrilled to meet him after my lover talked so much about him, after he trusted me enough to let me convince him to drive us all the way to Stanford, to check on his baby brother.

Maybe Sam will remember me. Maybe he won't. Maybe he will have forgotten me just because he only spent an afternoon and an evening with me. Maybe he will have forgotten me the way Dean have... Like I never existed.

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