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apocalypseornaw · 3 months

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Us Again

Sam Winchester x Reader

Needing help on a case you're forced to call in the Winchesters. You never thought it'd end with you and Sam finding your way back together.

It's like 90% smut

The solid wall connecting with your back knocked every ounce of breath from your lungs. You groaned and rolled onto your hands and knees, struggling to get air. You heard Sam and Dean both shout your name and saw the creature moving towards you. You grabbed your discarded machete and pushed yourself to your feet, eyes on the monster you yelled “GET THE KIDS. I GOT THIS”

This thing was something new, none of you had run across it which was why you'd called the Winchesters in to begin with. It was taking kids, feeding off their youth. You were hoping decapitation would do the trick. You flipped the long blade in your hand and waved a hand at it “C'mon then ugly. I don't got all night”

You winced a bit as you followed Dean into the door of their hotel room. Yours was adjoining and you'd left the door unlocked between your rooms. Dean eyed you as he dug a first aid kit out considering he'd gotten a slice across the arm and Sam had gotten caught across his left shoulder.

“How ya feeling?” He asked and you nodded “Right as rain Winchester. Now sit down and let me see about that arm” you glanced back at Sam “and I need to check your shoulder too” Sam gave a sharp nod, lowering himself into a chair at the table opposite Dean.

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You hadn't wanted to call them in, years had passed since you hunted with them. The last time had been about a year after you and Sam broke up. You could feel his gaze on your back as you began cleaning the wound on Dean's arm. It wasn't too awfully deep but it might do for a stitch or two just to make sure it stayed closed.

You busied yourself with the task at hand in an attempt to ignore the memories flashing through your mind. You still loved Sam just as much as the day you'd left but you couldn't tell him that. Too much time and too much pain had passed. The two of you had only recently gotten back to the point of talking as friends. You couldn't risk losing him again or Dean for that matter because regardless of how close you were with the eldest Winchester he'd choose his brother every time.

You finished Dean's stitches and taped over it so he could shower then stepped back from him “All done” he nodded, his eyes flickering between you and Sam. The question was clear in his eyes so you gave him a small nod before turning to face Sam “Ok, um you're gonna have to take your shirt off for me to check that shoulder”

He met your eyes for a second then cleared his throat and looked away before standing to take off his flannel then slipped his shirt over his head. It had been a while since you saw Sam shirtless and christ he'd put on more muscle than before not that he was lacking then. You had to mentally kick yourself to not stare at his chest.

He sat back down, turning the chair so you could get to his shoulder. You cut your eyes at Dean and he was watching the two of you with something near amusement written across his face. Damn him shouldn't he be playing the protective brother at least? You and Sam had broken each other's hearts at one time.

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You gingerly touched the area of Sam's shoulder that was sliced. It was deeper than Dean's but should only take a couple stitches. “Just sit still, I need to clean it” you nearly whispered before grabbing the wound cleaner.

Sam sat silently as you cleaned his cut. The feeling of your hands on his skin was nearly overwhelming. He was glad Dean had stayed in the room because this entire hunt had been hell on his psyche, from the moment you called for help he knew it would be. The kids you all hadn't been able to save, the new creature that needed to be added to the lore, the way he felt seeing you get tossed to how he now felt with you bandaging him up like old times except now you wouldn't kiss the area after bandaging it.

“You ok?” You asked once you started stitching him. He nodded “Yeah, I'm good” he felt when you snipped off the thread and taped over it like you had Dean's. The fingers of your right hand lightly teased through the hair at the nape of his neck and he sucked in a harsh breath at the familiarity that wracked through him. Fuck he missed you.

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You weren't sure what had driven you to run your fingers through Sam's hair but it was almost as if your body had run on muscle memory alone. You'd heard the way his breath caught and your knees had weakened. You needed to get a shower and go to bed so you could hit the road bright and early.

“You can um put your shirt back on if you want” you spoke then began packing up the first aid kit. Before you could finish Dean's hands covered yours “Uh uh sweetheart. You took a hard hit one of us needs to check you over” you met his eyes and saw the unspoken challenge there.

Either you put you and Dean both in an awkward position by having to take your shirt off in front of him or you ask Sam to check you. “I'm fine Dean” he raised an eyebrow then leaned up to speak around you “Sammy why don't you go in her room with her and check her back out. If something seems broke holler for me but I think it's better you do it since you have seen her naked after all”

“You're as subtle as a heart attack” you mumbled then looked back at Sam who seemed determined to look anywhere but at you “I'm fine Sam really” he finally raised his eyes to you “Are you afraid your boyfriend may find out?”

You felt your face warm at his words. You and Marcel had broken up nearly a year ago. You hadn't loved him, hell you hadn't loved anyone since Sam. Marcel and you were still friends even if when the two of you broke up his reasoning had been “Baby you never got your heart back from Sam. I can't compete”

“I haven't had a boyfriend in a very long time, Sam. You want to check me out and confirm what I already know, come on then” you grabbed the first aid kit and turned on your heel. Before you made it into your room Sam was catching the door.

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“Go!” Dean urged Sam, who nearly jumped out of the chair, to follow you. You were single? Why had you broken up with Marcel? You'd seemed happy with him.

He followed you into your room and watched you slam the first aid kit down on the table then start to strip your jacket off. He shut the door behind himself then was acutely aware of your actions when you slipped your shirt over your head and stood facing him clothed in just your jeans and a dark green sports bra. It took everything he had to not let his eyes graze over your body.

“Sam? Are you gonna touch me or stare?” You asked after a moment and he knew he had blushed lightly. He hadn't touched your skin in a very very long time and wanted nothing more than to but the thought of touching you only to see if you were hurt then the two of you going separate ways come morning hurt.

“Yeah, sorry” he said and you turned with your back to him, moving your hair out the way. Purple bruises had formed across your back already so he started at the nape of your neck with intentions to work down, checking everything.

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Sam's rough fingertips started at the nape of your neck. His thumbs worked the base of your neck, feeling for any cracks and effectively massaging the sore muscles there. Your eyes fluttered shut and you bit down on the inside of your cheek to not moan.

Damn him he knew your body so well even after this long. He worked down further, kneading the flesh and checking across your ribs and spine to ensure nothing was broken, asking every now and then if anything hurt.

When he reached the top of your jeans he tapped your hip “Everything looks good” you swallowed hard twice before turning to face him “Told ya”

His eyes went from your face down to your chest and the realization you were still in just your bra hit you “Guess on that note I'm gonna shower” he nodded “Ok” neither of you moved, frozen to the spot.

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“Sam” you spoke his name in nearly a whisper and the next moment your lips were crashing against his. You were sure who initiated it but his hands went to your hips pulling you flush against him as your hands slipped around his neck pulling him down closer to you.

When you broke away to catch your breath the two of you stared at each other, chests heaving “Tell me you don't want this. Tell me to walk away” his voice was deep with lust and made your stomach do a flip “No” you replied pulling him back to you.

He groaned into the kiss before picking you up in one fluid motion. His hands hooked under your thighs so you wrapped your legs around his waist grinding down against him. He carried you over to the bed and laid you down gently before slipping his shirt back over his head and tossing it.

You worked to kick your boots off as he did the same. Once you were both down to jeans he climbed onto the bed hovering over you as he claimed your lips in a bruising kiss. You barely remembered his injured shoulder as you clung to him, wanting him as close as possible. You loved this man with everything you had, you'd left because he couldn't say he loved you and it hurt too much but being away from him for so long had hurt too so you decided to give yourself this.

He moved from your lips, kissing down your jaw then to your neck when he sucked on your pulse point hard enough to mark you your back arched off the bed pressing your breasts into his toned chest. His hand touched your bra and he glanced up at you for permission. You smiled and pulled it up and over your head, baring your chest to him.

He lowered his mouth to your left breast, rolling the nipple between his teeth and you moaned loudly. His right hand came up to knead the other breast, the action pulling another moan from you. He knew you too well. His mouth, the size of his hands, the tickle of his hair against your skin. Everything had your nerves in overdrive.

He released your breast then kissed down your stomach, stopping at the top of your jeans. “Tell me you want me” He spoke against your skin, eyes holding yours. “I want you” you whispered and his eyes shut for a moment and you saw him swallow hard before he nodded to himself. When his eyes opened there was that same hunger there but mixed with a need you felt in your soul.

He made quick work of your jeans and panties before continuing his path. When his tongue barely grazed your clit your fingers flew to his hair tangling themselves in it.

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Sam wasn't sure what was sweeter, your taste or the sounds falling from your lips. He knew what it took to push you over that edge and enjoyed feeling your body shake and you came on his tongue. He worked you through it until you pushed his head away. He leaned back from you, slipping a finger into you to replace his tongue. You clenched hard around his fingers, cursing lightly when he added a second and curled them up to hit that spot inside of you that he knew would have you seeing stars.

Your hands gripped the sheets tightly, the sound of his name being moaned from you was everything. He could feel when you were close right before you came, soaking his fingers and the bed under you. When he pulled his fingers out he held your gaze and he slipped them into his mouth, licking them clean.

“Sam, take your fucking jeans off please” you begged and he could feel his cock twitch at your words. He stood up and slipped his jeans and boxers off. Your eyes trailed down his body and he saw you lick your lips “I want to return the favor but fuck I need you inside me”

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He groaned at your words “I need to be inside you” he replied climbing back up your body. When he reached your lips you pulled him into a kiss, rolling your tongue against his, tasting yourself on him. When you felt the head of his cock teasing at your entrance you clenched. He eased into you, both of you moaning at the sensation “Fuck you're so damn big Sam”

He buried his face in the bend of your neck, laughing lightly against your skin “I'd say sorry but I'm not” after a moment the pain of the stretch gave way to pleasure. You rolled your hips up to meet his and he groaned “Fuck baby” you smiled when he looked up at your face “I've missed hearing you call me that” he grinned before leaving a rough kiss on your lips “Hold onto me baby. I want to feel that pretty little pussy come around me”

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The only sounds in the room were skin meeting skin and both of your needy moans. Your nails dug into his forearms as he drove into you from behind. You were on your stomach, pillows under your hips to give him just the right angle as he drove into you. He'd already made you come too many times to count. You were breathless and could feel your body shaking but you were taking everything he had to give.

His thrusts were starting to falter and you knew he was close. Sam had always had a remarkable stamina and the ability to hold his own release in favor of pleasuring his partner but you needed to feel him come, to have him fill you completely. “fuck Sam. Please tell me you're close” you sounded wrecked, completely fucked out.

He moved the hair from your neck, kissing your pulse point “getting tired baby?” You nodded “I need to feel you please” he groaned at your words his thrusts getting harder and harder “Fuck I've missed you…I love you baby fuck I love you”

Before you had time to realize what he said he buried himself deep inside of you, coating your walls as he came. The feeling pushed you over that edge one last time. You knew every muscle in your lower body would be jello. When he pulled out you gasped from the sudden feeling of emptiness.

He kissed your shoulder “Gonna clean you up” you felt the bed dip as he stood up. A moment later he was back and you felt a warm washcloth between your legs. Once he was sure you were cleaned he discarded the rag and helped you turn onto your side.

He laid down next to you, pulling you over on his chest “Need anything?” He asked and you shook your head sleepily. “Just sleep” he chuckled and kissed your forehead “Get some sleep darling. I'm right here”

The first thing you felt when you woke was the delicious soreness throughout your body. Christ, you'd forgotten Sam's stamina. You moved around but felt a strong arm tighten around you. Memories of the previous night flooded your mind. Had Sam meant it when he told you he loved you?

As if your thoughts got too loud he stirred behind you so you turned in his arms to face him. The uncertainty on his face seemed out of place after how he'd fucked you the night before “Why'd you leave me?” He asked and you sighed “I thought you didn't love me. You would never tell me you did and after a while that wears on you”

He closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them the sadness hurt your heart “I've always loved you just after Jess I was just so afraid to lose someone again” “I never wanted to force you into anything” he nodded then smiled “I meant it last night. I love you, I've always loved you and always will. If you give this a second chance I promise you'll never doubt my feelings again. You're it for me. My heart is solely yours”

You were silent for a moment then smiled “on one condition” he nodded “anything” “You always talk to me about what's going on in your head, you trust that I can take care of myself and if I get hurt you try not to blame yourself” “Deal” you nodded “In that case kiss me” “Yes ma'am” he laughed before pulling you into a kiss.

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little-diable · 10 months

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Twin Flame - Dean Winchester (smut)

Inspired by the song "Twin Flame" by Brennan Story. I love love love this fic, and I hope y'all will love it too. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Months ago Dean had broken the reader's heart, a desperate try to protect her. But he no longer manages to stay away, needing to find his way back to her.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, slight breeding kink, makeup sex, some heartbreak in the beginning, a very very happy end

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (2.8k words)

Well this road don't get no shorter, I would've drove the whole thing for you, my tank down to a quarter, and it'll be gone soon

„What is up with you lately, Dean?” Sam’s voice filled Baby, worried eyes watching his brother. No reply left Dean as he kept driving on, caught in his memories like a fly trapped in the web of a spider set to kill. He was stuck, without a way out, and yet, deep down inside he prayed that he’d never be able to leave those memories behind.

Whenever he got a moment to let his thoughts wander, he had to think of her, the one who still holds his heart in her hands, even after all these months. Being with her had been something he had never experienced before, a new sensation he longed for like a man dying of thirst dreaming of any water he could drink. Loving her had been everything Dean wasn’t, it had been sweet, easy, it had been too good to be true.

Whenever he was lying awake at night, eyes staring at the dirty ceiling of the motel rooms he and Sam found shelter in, he imagined her laying next to him, head resting on his chest, listening to his calmly beating heart. Dean still felt her weight on him, if he closed his eyes he could feel her right there with him, murmuring sweet nothings into his ear, words that had been etched into his mind.

“Dean?” Sam tried again, worried eyes flickering back to the dark road ahead, knowing that it would take them at least a couple more hours to make their way to the bunker. “Hey man, c’mon, talk to me, I can tell something is going on.”

“It’s nothing, Sammy.” His voice told Sam everything he needed to know, exposing the hurt, the sadness flushing through Dean’s system. Dean’s green eyes were hazy, no longer filled with that special glint spurring him on whenever they were on a hunt, it felt as if he was no longer in the car with Sam, just a body without a soul tied to it.

“Is it about her? Dean, you should just call her, reach out, it’s never too late.” A sharp inhale of cold air was forced into Dean’s lungs, teeth grazing his lower lip to stop his angry words from rolling off his tongue. He couldn’t reach out, couldn’t call the one whose heart he had broken, leaving her behind without looking back once, choosing the life with his brother over her, a hunter just like him and his brother – a woman Dean wanted to protect from being hurt because of him.

The cold words he had spoken to her were still ringing in his ears, how he had pushed her away, nothing but a stupid spiel Dean stuck to, in order to save her from a life filled with uneasy times, with hunts that would leave their marks on her. Dean Winchester would do everything to keep her safe, even if it meant breaking (y/n)’s heart, and his own.

And my drink been feelin' lighter, 'cause I'm a lover not a fighter, and I seen that you caught fire, when you put me out

“Sammy, wake up, we’re home.” Dean’s rough voice filled the dark night, hand shaking his brother’s shoulder. It took Sam a moment to wake, hands rubbing his tired eyes. Slowly did the younger Winchester brother undo his seatbelt, halting his movements as he noticed that Dean wasn't moving.

“What’s wrong?” Worry dripped from the tip of Sam’s tongue, watching his brother’s gaze flicker between the steering wheel and the phone Dean kept clinging to.

“I have something to do, I’ll be gone for a few days.” Silence filled Baby, a silence so loud, Dean started to shuffle around in his seat, waiting for his brother to speak up or to start moving, already annoyed with the time they kept wasting just now. Dean was feeling antsy, nervousness filled his system, a sensation so unfamiliar he couldn’t help but curse it.

“Dean,” Sam whispered his brother’s name, hand finding his shoulder. “Get her back, stop worrying about dragging her down with you, she’s stronger than the both of us combined, she’ll do just fine being around us.”

Dean couldn’t reply, throat too tight, mouth too dry to produce any sounds, unsure what to say to the brother of his that looked at him with so much hope swimming in his pupils. Sam didn’t know much about the night where Dean had left her, he didn’t know of the words he had spoken, hurtful words that have left their scars on his and her soul, it’d be a miracle if she’d take Dean back. But he couldn’t breathe without her near, couldn’t live on without her by his side.

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“Absolutely not.” (Y/n)’s eyes met Dean’s desperate ones, body turned from him as she tried to close her door, without any luck, wood caught by the boot he had pushed past her entrance. A string of curses left her, jaw ticking in anger as her eyes found their way back to his, reading the pleading swimming in his pupils before she slowly took a step back, inviting him back in.

Dean followed her through the all too familiar four walls he had once started to call his new home, the house they should grow old in, the house they should raise their children in, nothing but mere dreams that have evaporated into nothing but a hazy dream both could no longer recreate.

“I always knew you’d step low, but turning up here is ruthless, even for you, Dean Winchester.” (Y/n) had her arms wrapped around herself, eyes not daring to leave his once. Slowly he sank down on her couch, right next to her, not giving (y/n) a chance to move away. Without thinking he reached for her hand, moving faster than she had anticipated, catching her fingers before she could move them away as if he was a flame she burnt herself on.

“I wasn’t planning on coming here, hell, I wasn’t planning on ever setting my foot back in this house.” His whispers were torn between sounds reminding one of cries for help and a voice so quiet one could have problems understanding what he was saying. An angry huff left (y/n), glassy eyes focusing on the calloused fingertips stroking the back of her hand, pushing an all too familiar sensation through her body. She was trembling, begging for whoever was listening to relieve her from the pain she had never been able to let go of, and yet she had tried to keep on moving, without looking back once.

“You broke my heart, you left me without an explanation, just your awful words. One day you were here, and the next you were suddenly gone. It took me a while to give my life a new meaning, to adjust to hunting on my own, but I managed just fine for the past months, Dean. Why do you have to return the second I’m finally okay on my own?” Her tears started rolling down her cheeks, dripping from her chin like a once dry waterfall regaining its impressive strength. With his other hand finding her jaw, Dean started drying her tears, heart clenching in his chest as he was once again reminded of the pain he had pushed her through.

“I know, and I’m so sorry for being so fucking selfish, but I can’t stay away. Every second without you by my side is pure torture, you’re the only thing I can think of, no matter when or where I am. I’m sorry sweetheart, I really am. All I ever wanted to do was keep you safe, after watching you getting hurt because of me, because I couldn’t step back from a hunt we should have called backup for, I knew i had to get away from you. I can’t be the reason you get into any more danger. But as much as I hate myself for saying it, I can’t live without you, not any longer.” A heavy sigh left (y/n) as she looked at Dean, focusing on the pain filling his green pupils, on the lifeless expression tugging on his features. He was no longer the Dean she had once been with, no, he had changed, their breakup had left its marks on him, as much as it had left its marks on her. And yet she still longed for him, after all the sleepless nights she had cursed him for.

“I need time to think this through, you have hurt me so much, Dean, so much. But I still love you, a lot. You can sleep on the sofa and we can talk in the morning.” Slowly Dean let go of her, pulling his hands away to give (y/n) enough space to rise to her feet. With one last glance thrown his way, she disappeared down the hallway, letting the door to her bedroom fall shut with a soft thud.

And as Dean sat on the sofa he had once put together with (y/n), he couldn’t help but give into the tears welling up in his eyes.

And I'd set fire onto, these boots running from the hard truth, that you don't need me the same way I need you

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Dean woke with a groan leaving him, back aching from the uncomfortable position he had been sleeping in. It took him a few seconds to remember the past hours, how he had turned up at (y/n)’s place, how he had cried into his hands as she had parted from him. His green eyes shot open, finding a pair of all too familiar eyes already staring at him. (Y/n) was sitting on the edge of the sofa, wearing the same shirt she had worn hours ago. Only now did Dean realise that the shirt had once belonged to him, pushing a very welcomed heat through his aching body.

“I made some coffee.” Her soft voice left his heart skipping beats, needing to cherish these moments should she ask him to leave in the upcoming minutes. Slowly did Dean sit up, stretching his neck and arms before he murmured a “Thank you, sweetheart”, taking the cup of warm coffee (y/n) pushed into his direction.

“I didn’t catch any sleep, but I got enough time to think.” Dean braced himself for the words she was about to speak, teeth grazing his lower lip. His heart was racing way too fast for the early hour, and yet Dean didn’t manage to calm his system, palms growing sweatier with every second. He struggled to look into the eyes he’d see whenever he closed his at night, desperate to feel her close, pupils that were once so familiar, so loved, pupils that felt like nothing but a fever dream now. “I love you too much to push you away, but it’ll take me some time to trust you again, Dean. You have to accept that we’ll both get hurt on hunts, with or without Sammy. And you’ll accept that I’ll join you on all hunts I want to join, you won’t get a say about my decisions. Are we clear?”

He looked at her for a few more moments before his hand found the back of her neck, pulling (y/n) in for a bruising kiss. With a gasp leaving (y/n) she moved closer, arms finding their way around his neck, allowing Dean to pull her into his lap. The kiss was fuelled by their longing for one another, hearts begging them to never part ways again, unable to endure another wave of heartbreak.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to get you back, whatever you need. I love you so much, sweetheart, I don’t want to live another day without you by my side.” Dean murmured his words against her lips, pulling her in for another kiss as his hands disappeared underneath the comfortable shirt of his she was wearing. Her breath hitched in her chest as Dean shuffled them around, pressing (y/n) against the sofa with him nestling between her thighs. Moans clawed through the two as Dean began to roll his hips, rubbing his hardening bulge against her damp panties.

“Been dreaming about you touching me, as much as I hated myself for it, I couldn’t help but miss you, your lips, your fingers.” A soft, throaty laugh rumbled through Dean as he pushed her shirt up to expose her chest to his hungry eyes, lips finding her hardening nipples almost instantly, leaving his marks on every inch of her warm flesh.

“Fuck, no matter what I tried, my mind always wandered back to you. I imagined the words you’d moan, how you’d wrap your fingers around my cock. Can’t believe I’m getting another chance to love you.” No longer could she reply to his words, (y/n) had almost forgotten the loving words his mouth and mind were able to create in moments like this one, set on making her feel the love his heart pumped through his system. “I need to be inside of you, it’s been too fucking long. Do you have a condom?”

“No, but I’m clean, I didn’t sleep with anybody but you.” She was almost scared to ask Dean if he had touched another woman, struggling to form the question that now rang through her mind, leaving her breathless. Dean pushed another kiss against her lips before he shuffled out of his clothes, exposing his twitching cock to her wandering eyes.

“Good, you’re mine to touch only, forever mine. I didn’t touch anybody else, just the thought of it made me sick, no matter how much alcohol I needed to try and forget about us.” With her hand finding its way back to his neck, and with her legs slowly wrapping themselves around his hips, (y/n) chased his slightly swollen lips.

The sound of their moans leaving them in unison was drowned by their kiss, Dean moved slow at first, needing to hold back before he’d cum right there and then, no longer used to feeling her tightness wrapped around his cock. Both clung to one another as he fucked her into the sofa, with one hand placed on the arm rest and the other on her waist, leaving marks with his fingertips digging into her skin. (Y/n) arched her front against his, trembling legs not daring to loosen their hold on his waist, wondering if she was only stuck in a dream, or if Dean was truly fucking her, reminding her that she was his.

And no matter how hard I try, I'll never learn to say goodbye, you say it's okay to cry, baby that river done ran dry

“God, how I missed feeling you, feels so perfect, so fucking perfect.” With his forehead pressed against hers, Dean added more speed to his thrusts, growing rougher as her walls fluttered around him, tensing every now and then. Dean had lost count on the amount of times he had dreamt of feeling her again, of loving her just like he had always promised he would.

“Same, fuck, don’t ever leave me again, Dean.” (Y/n) choked on his name, hand disappearing between their bodies to circle her sensitive bundle of nerves. Both knew that they wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer, it felt as if they hadn’t been able to let go for months, unable to touch themselves without thinking of one another. But both had tried to make themselves cum for weeks on end, unable to do so, since their minds painted pictures too painful, pictures they could now finally leave behind.

“Where do you want me to cum, sweetheart? Fuck, I won’t be able to hold on for much longer.” Another moan left (y/n) as Dean’s lips found her jaw, kissing their way down her neck. It took her a moment to reply, choking on her breaths, unable to think clear with her thoughts growing hazy.

“Inside of me, please, Dean, fill me up.” She felt his cock twitching inside of her, forcing her to add more pressure on her clit, crying his name as she came. Dean followed her down the edge, eyes rolling back into his head as he came with a “Fuck” leaving him.

Both were heavily breathing, not daring to part with their bodies still joined, just like their jumping hearts. (Y/n) murmured his name as she combed a hand through his hair, eyes finding his, “I love you Dean, no matter what will happen between us, I belong to you, as much as you belong to me.”

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vigilante-3073 · 4 months

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Snooze

Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Summary: Late night research turns into an early morning cuddle session.

TW: Fluff, pining, flirting.

Dean Winchester sat at the table in the bunker surrounded by piles of books. With a glance at the clock in the corner of his laptop, he realized that Sam had gone to bed almost an hour ago. Dean was exhausted, but hated the idea of leaving Y/N alone to do research by herself.

The case they were working on involved children and those particular cases had always been a difficult for her. Y/N would stay up for days on end if it meant bringing a child back to their parent safely.

She was a ray of sunshine with a heart of gold, a genuine sweetheart who could do no wrong. Dean often found himself wondering why someone so good would choose to be involved with the Winchesters.

Y/N had quickly become the one stable point in the rocky relationship between Sam and Dean. She often played mediator between the brothers and Dean would never be able to thank her enough for that.

Dean's eyes wandered to the clock face of his watch. It was almost 4 o'clock in the morning and Dean sighed. He decided that it was time for the two hunters to drag themselves into bed for a few hours of sleep before hitting the books again.

He opened his mouth to voice his thoughts to Y/N before a soft snore from behind the large pile of books separating them stopped him.

Dean closed his book and set it on the edge of the table before standing from his seat. He rounded the table, a small smile coming to his face when he saw Y/N.

Her arms were crossed on top of her open book, head leaned against her bicep as she slept. Her eyelids fluttered as she dreamt, eyelashes brushing against the apples of her cheeks.

Dean squatted down beside her chair, hand rubbing over her back as he tried to wake her gently. She looked so peaceful, but she would be endlessly sore if he let her continue sleeping like that. Y/N made a soft noise before her bright eyes fluttered open, making Dean's smile widen slightly.

Y/N was absolutely gorgeous and Dean would never admit it, but he had always wondered what they could be together.

Dean knew that he didn't exactly have the best track record with dating and relationships. Hell, she probably thought of him as a friend and would never see him as anything more. Dean had decided a long time ago was better to preserve the relationship as it was than to push for more and be left with nothing.

"Sweetheart, you're drooling on a book that's almost a thousand years old. Let's get you into bed before you do any damage, alright?" He questioned softly.

Y/N sat up in her seat, grimacing as her back cracked from being hunched over, "You alright?" Dean asked, she nodded.

"How long was I out?" Y/N asked softly.

"No clue, but we haven't talked in almost three hours," He said, hand resting on her knee.

She allowed Dean to lead her through the war room and down the hallway towards their bedrooms. Dean opened her door for her, watching her shuffle across the room before falling into her bed fully dressed.

Y/N huffed, "Did you find anything?" She asked, "Not yet, but we both need to get some sleep" Dean said.

Y/N nodded and Dean rose to his feet, "C'mon, time for bed," He said, she stood from her chair.

He shook his head with a smile, making his way over and taking off her shoes for her. She shuffled out of her cardigan, half-heartedly tossing it towards the end of the bed.

Dean grabbed her folded blanket that had been draped over the back of her chair. He spread out the fluffy material on top of her, making sure she was fully covered before turning to leave.

Her hand slipped out from under the blanket, fingers circling around his wrist, "Stay," She said softly.

Dean felt his cheeks flush, they had shared a bed on multiple occasions, but he hadn't expected her to ask.

He liked having her in the same space as he and Sammy when they traveled so he could better protect her in case something happened. But this was different, this was her space and not just a matter of circumstance.

Y/N stared up at him, "Please, stay," She repeated, he nodded.

"Yeah, I'll stay," Dean said.

She let go of his hand, pulling her arm back underneath her blanket. Dean shrugged off his flannel and kicked off his shoes, crawling into the bed beside her.

Y/N turned to face him, tossing the blanket over him before slipping one of her legs between his. Dean wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to himself. She rested her head down on his chest, snuggling closer to him.

Y/N tilted her head up suddenly, looking at him with wide eyes, "I'm sorry, I didn't even ask. Is this okay? I can back off if it makes you uncomfortable," She said softly.

"No, this is great," He assured, thumb rubbing back and forth across the small of her back.

She settled back in against him, resting her head down on his chest with a content sigh. They laid together in silence for a few minutes before she spoke again, "Your heart is beating really fast," Y/N stated.

"That's only because I have the most beautiful woman in the world using me as a pillow," Dean replied.

#dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader #supernatural #supernatural imagine #dean winchester

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JOAN OF ARC + SAM WINCHESTER: POSTMODERN MARTYRS

This is incredibly self-indulgent, but there's an interesting comparison to be made here I think, between Joan as a cultural symbol and Sam as a variant on her. like her - his character also consists of ambiguities. He is both hero and monster/witch, saviour and pariah, transgressive while still fitting into the traditional mold of heroism. And because of their ambiguities, they're also both outsiders.

Joan is isolated because of her steadfast faith, and she's punished for it. She saves France as a young girl in men's clothes, hearing the voices of angels, and gets put on trial as a heretic by the very same Church that would later burn her at the stake. The very same institution to later saint her. Only in death does she get to become a holy martyr, no longer ambiguous. She is the hero with a thousand faces; Catholic saint, patriotic icon, queer symbol.

Unlike Joan, however, Sam's narrative is a horror story on failed martyrdom. He is the saint who never gets to die. His sacrifices never end in closure, not really. he's either stopped at the last moment, or retrieved from the depths of hell. He's denied the certainty that comes with dying, the nobility that comes with becoming immortalised as a memory. His faults are laid out on the altar, time and again, but he's not granted the crowning reprieve that death would afford him.

He holds onto hope and belief in others, clings onto faith in a higher power, whether that power be God or his family - his brother. He keeps faith in others in order to keep faith in himself. And he's let down over and over by that faith. His brother betrays him like a man; his visions come from a demon, the voice of God is really Lucifer in his ear. His own story turns on him like a pillory, trapping him before a jeering audience, unsympathetic to his suffering.

Sam, the heart of it all, more scapegoat than sacrificial lamb. In the end he only gets to exit the story by choosing to trust himself, and live.

#sam winchester #sam winchester edit #spn edit #spn meta #spn #joan of arc #forty minutes left where I am so... HAPPY 41st BIRTHDAY SAM??#not quite a birthday post bc i've been working on this for so long lol but it feels like a gift to release it today.....#when two special interests collide!!!!!#comparatives #web weaving #sam and martyrdom #my meta #j.edit

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supercap2319 · 4 months

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What’s your say on a Sam Winchester x witch!reader where after a really bad fight with Dean, YN gives Sam an ultimatum: leave Dean and start a new life with YN or stay with Dean and never see YN again? It’s up to you.

It happened over and over again, but more recently than usual. Dean and Sam were always arguing. Whether it was about a case, demon blood, monsters, you name it. Though, if Y/N had to guess, he'd say most of their fights consist of Y/N, and him being a witch.

It was no secret that hunters didn't like witches, but Dean especially didn't like Y/N because he was not only a witch but a guy instead of a girl. Y/N suspected Dean was a homophobic, but with a father like John Winchester, who wouldn't be? Y/N tried his best to stick it out because of Sam. He used his powers a witch to help them save innocents, which he destined to do, but not with hunters.

The fine after finding a vampire nest was brutal. There were shouts and grunts, and Y/N's pretty sure he heard punching, too. Sam came into his room with a black eye, and Y/N',s blood boiled. That was it. He was getting out of here, and hopefully, Sam would come with. He cleaned and healed his wound as he looked at him.

"Sam?"

"Yeah, Y/N?"

"I can't do this, Sam. Not anymore." Y/N said.

"What? Y/N, what are you talking about? Are you breaking up with me?" Sam asked.

"No? I don't want to, it's just... you shouldn't have to deal with Dean's crap. You should leave him and come with me." Y/N had been thinking that he and Sam should just go and start a new life somewhere for themselves. Somewhere behind the supernatural of witches hunters.

"I can't just leave. He's my brother." Sam protested.

"Why not? You and I were perfectly happy back at Stanford University before Dean came along and pulled you back in. I miss those days, don't you?"

"Yeah, sometimes." Sam admits. "But I can't just turn back the clock and pretend it didn't happen. And neither can you."

"I'm sorry, Sam, but you're going to have to make a choice. Either you leave, Dean. Or you never see me again."

Sam's mouth dropped at the ultimatum. "Don't make me choose between you and my brother. It's not fair."

"It's not fair to put your life on hold for him or mine. I'm sorry, Sam, but if you want to come with me... this is goodbye." Y/N said.

"Goodbye,Y/N." Sam said. He looked away from him.

Y/N nodded and left the room, crying as Sam felt tears rolling his face.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #supernatural #sam winchester #sam winchester x male reader #jared padalecki #Jared Padalecki x male reader #witch reader

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John Winchester finally came face-to-face with his tormentor after twenty-three years with the only weapon sure to kill it in his hand and he gave it up and his life just to save Dean. John Winchester had the opportunity to kill the thing that killed his wife and ruined his life and possessed him and hurt countless others and threatened to corrupt Sam irreparably and he let it get away just to save Dean. John Winchester had the chance to finish his life's mission and to ensure the salvation of Sam's soul and then to kill himself if he had to but his death would be meaningless if he couldn't save Dean. John Winchester signed up for eternal conscious torment on the spot and without hesitation just to save Dean. John Winchester looked at Dean and thought I could kill your brother with my own hands but I can never bear to watch you die, not even as a martyr, not even if I follow right behind you. He thought I could save him or otherwise kill him, but if it's between your life and stopping the evil he may do or become, I choose you. John Winchester walked out of hell to Sam having just been killed and resurrected, and the last thing he ever did before he went to heaven was save Dean's life again, and look at him, and smile at him, and touch his shoulder one last time. And you crazy people expect me to care about anything else.

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smellingofpoetry · 8 months

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Hey ! I saw that you wanted some requests to try and write more and I think it's a great idea ! So here I am to give you a prompt : "I was so scared. Please don't do this again." Let your creativity speak ! 😘

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: angst

Word count: 522

A/N: Hi! It has been so long since the last time I posted anything. A few days ago, though, I asked you to send me some requests to help me get back on track with my writing. This one was one of those I've received. I couldn't post it until now because it was a busy week between work and my brother visiting me, but finally, I can post. I'm so excited about it and I hope you guys like this story. Let me know what you think. ❤ All errors are mine.

Y/N stormed out of the abandoned house without saying a word. Dean glanced toward his little brother quizzically. Sam sighed, bending on his knees to start gathering all their stuff.

“You should go talk to her. I’ll come down as soon as I’m done here –”. Or never, he thought, not wanting to get caught in the middle of whatever was going to happen.

Dean glanced one last time at Sam before going down the stairs and out the door. He found her pacing back and forth, arms crossed at her chest.

“Are you alright?” he tried, not knowing what he was walking into, not for sure.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Y/N asked, stopping midway in the dusty alley and facing him.

“Excuse me?” he could already feel the adrenaline mixed with a few shades of anger wanting to take over.

“You just died in there!”

“Not my first time.”

“Could you take this seriously?”

Dean widened his arms, not knowing what was her problem. “We closed the case, and I’m back, so I don’t see where the problem is.”

“You don’t see –” Y/N half laughed at his comment, pinching the bridge of her nose, trying to keep the calm even though she was already feeling it slip away. “You died in there.”

“You already said that.”

“And you don’t seem to be fazed by that.”

“I did what I had to do to protect you and Sam.”

“None of us asked you to.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“Don’t you have any regard for your life, like at all?”

Dean frowned at her question like he could really have a choice when he had to choose between him and them. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t matter, not when it came to the people I – ” he stopped, catching himself in time “– care about.”

Y/N could feel her wall starting to crumble and her eyes filling with hot tears. “I was so scared in there. I went in the other room for two minutes,” Y/N said, feeling her voice crack. “Two damn minutes.” She pointed it out like that could make her feel better. “And when I came back, you were gone, and I wish that begging you to, please, don’t do this again would work, but it won’t because you decided that you don’t matter." She said, resigned.

“Y/N –”

“Hearing you say that you don’t matter when you do – to me, you do – it broke my heart,” she said with a sad smile and teary eyes. “And I’m this close to giving up, and I know that’s not fair to tell you this, but I don’t know what else to do.”

Y/N glanced behind Dean’s back, watching Sam sadly smile at her, probably witnessing the whole argument between her and his big brother. She sighed before turning around and walking toward the car. She took hold of the handle, opening the passenger’s door when she felt Dean’s hand on the window glass, stopping her movement.

“Just –” he whispered in her ear. “– just – don’t give up on me. Not yet, please.”

#dean winchester #supernatural #spn #ask #request #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #supernatural fic #supernatural fanfiction #spn fic #spn fanfiction #sam winchester #reader

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I don't want to reblog with commentary the OP might find annoying, but I had some thoughts I wanted to put out there about a post I've seen a few times suggesting that Dean does all the heavy lifting on the family finances and Sam just basically takes him for granted.

I think it's a mistake to assume that Dean is the sole breadwinner for the two brothers. Supernatural doesn't spend a whole lot of time showing them making money (presumably because of limited time; plus, it'd get super repetitive super quick), but both characters talk about their money as if it's jointly-owned and jointly-earned.

For example: Sam doesn't say to Dean (in S1:E8 "Bugs"), "You could get a day job once in a while." He says, "We could get day jobs once in a while." The clear implication being that Sam is one-half of a partnership in earning money for them; he sees it as something they both need to do & he's offering a suggestion for how they both could do it differently.¹

Regardless, we can conclude from this suggestion that Sam is willing to do construction, dishwashing, & other dirty, tiring manual labor (what pretty much every short-term "day job" entails) and, given that he readily breaks the law right alongside Dean in every episode of the show (committing trespassing, theft, impersonation of federal officials, etc.), there's zero reason to assume that Sam just straight-up refuses to pull his own weight (whether out of laziness, prudishness, or ignorance/unconcern) when Dean demurs to alter their lifestyle to accommodate a day job. It's far more reasonable to assume that we mostly just don't see Sam earning money (hustling pool, etc.),² just as we mostly don't even see Dean doing it. (It's even possible that, despite Dean scoffing at the notion, Sam does occasionally pick up a shift somewhere for extra cash. We really have no reason to completely rule it out.)

In any case, it's clear at the beginning of S1:E8 from Dean's words, tone, and body language that Dean is not particularly concerned about their finances...

Go back & watch the scene: He's laughing & waving his winnings when he leaves the bar, not frowning or grimacing over their available cash, and when Sam suggests other ways they could earn money, he explicitly calls his methods "fun and easy." And the show gives us no reason to doubt him — to think that hustling is particularly hard, or boring, or mentally/physically taxing for either of them.

Things were surely different when Sam was a small child — we see the sacrifices Dean makes behind Sam's back when Sam is very young — but with season 1 Sam being an adult who's managed his own finances for multiple years, it's impossible to imagine that he's oblivious to the work involved with handling a budget now. And neither of them is anywhere near as limited in skills/resources as they would've been at age 13, either.

Again, we never get any indication that cash flow for day-to-day stuff is a serious problem for the Winchesters as adults. Sure, there's risks involved in hustling, but it's nothing compared to the risks they already take in their day jobs. It's clear that the brothers aren't rolling in dough (they have zero chance of ponying up the kinds of figures Bela demands for artifacts, for example), but they're also not ever shown going short on food, wearing or mending torn clothing (or otherwise worrying about their clothing budget), or having to choose between things like getting gas or affording a motel room. When Dean objects to Sam being generous with their cash supply, it's always framed as coming from a position of ego, not need. It's a comedic beat, where Dean huffs & acts indignant but never actually seems concerned about getting enough money for their day-to-day expenses — either to Sam's face or behind his back. (Again, in adulthood.)

Sam would have to be staggeringly hypocritical & inconsistent in the application of his moral standards to be concerned about the ethics of hustling pool but unconcerned about the strain on his brother of being the sole provider of food & shelter for them, if indeed there were such a strain. And if Sam was, in fact, somehow just completely blind/devoid of empathy for Dean (out of childishness, immaturity, whatever), you'd think that sensible people in their lives would notice & comment on it. Bobby, for example, or Ellen (both people who do remark on other aspects of their relationship, and who don't seem shy about sharing their thoughts when it seems like one brother is being uncharitable to the other).

Indeed, that's one of a handful of ways that TV & film can expose an unreliable narrator (which is what we'd have if both Sam and Dean were lying — to themselves and/or each other — about their money situation, as they would have to be for this take to make sense). The writers could have characters say X but then show us Y (have Dean call hustling "easy" but show him sweating over it; have Dean call hustling "fun" but show him annoyed & tired while doing it, sighing & brushing away constant drunken advances). They could also expose unreliability by having characters show different faces to the camera than they show to the people around them (having Dean laugh about the whole thing while Sam's looking at him but look worried when his back is turned). Lastly, they could have third parties comment (either seriously or jokingly) on discrepancies between the characters' purported standards and how they really act.

These are tools that the writers & directors of Supernatural are clearly familiar with. We see all of these things happen around other instances of unreliable narration in the series (for example, when Dean's trying to hide grief or fear from Sam, or his drinking, or when Sam's hiding the research he's doing on the Mark of Cain).

But none of those things occur regarding the ways Sam & Dean handle their finances. When it comes to money, the characters display emotions consistently between each other & the camera; the characters' words align with the situations we're shown; and the people around them react in ways that are consistent with them as truthful narrators. All of these strongly indicate that Sam & Dean are doing all right as far as money goes as adults, on their own, with freedom of movement, and being skilled at hustling & scams (not to mention good with a lockpick, well-armed, & not afraid of petty theft — which is necessary on multiple occasions for their "day job").

Again, they're not "well-off" by any means. But they're also not massively struggling. And there's especially no indication that Dean is desperately struggling to maintain the family finances while Sam is just pissing it all away.

[Additional thoughts about squatting & free food in "Bugs"...]

¹In the context of Chuck's monologue in Swan Song, that Sam "used to insist on honest work but now he hustles pool like his brother," I would observe that nothing here sounds like "insisting" on honest work. He doesn't even sound particularly excited about the whole thing. At this point, he's putting up a token protest at most. It isn't clear what the timeline is of Sam going from "insisting on honest work" to "hustling pool like his brother," but it wouldn't be crazy to guess that "insisting" was a phase Sam went through in middle school or high school — something that Dean indulged when Sam was a kid, maybe, but just laughs off now. Either way, it seems pretty clear that Sam's not "insisting" on anything by the time season 1 rolls around.

²When we do eventually get a scene of Sam hustling pool (I think the first time is in season 4, ep. 9), it's worth noting that it's treated like it's commonplace at that point. Dean doesn't say anything to indicate that this is, like, "the one time" that Sam's helping out, or that this is something that's changed since Dean got back from Hell (and he does comment on other things that have changed). Now, this scene also happens to be used as a way to show Sam's emotional reaction to seeing Ruby at the bar — with him abandoning the hustle and the cash when he sees her — but, given that Dean spends almost no time protesting the abandonment of hundreds of dollars of cash (and we see no consequences of it in the show), it seems fair to conclude that they're doing well enough to be okay without it. It's more money than either of them would've walked away from if Sam hadn't been angsting to reconnect with Ruby. But it's not, like, going to cause them to have to duck out on their tab or skip a meal that night; it doesn't cause Dean to freak out once the immediate shock has passed & Ruby's gone, etc. It doesn't warrant a second mention.

#spn meta #understanding sam winchester #understanding dean winchester #dean winchester #sam winchester #spn #response to other's meta #long post

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bombingqueen · 7 months

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Wincest Recs Part 2

Gencest/Weirdcest

patchwork scars (1000 words) by Anonymous

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Supernatural

Additional Tags: weirdcest, Biting, Love Bites, Non-Sexual Kink, Mild Painplay, discussion of incest, Possessive Dean Winchester, Kinky Gen, Light Sadism, Light Masochism

Summary:

This thing—kink, sadomasochism, whatever it is between them—goes both ways.

This is the kinkiest shit I have ever read and they didn't even have fuck.

unlike lovers (4300 words) by Anonymous

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

They’re not like that, and honestly it’s part of the problem, because how can you say ‘I want to spend the rest of my life with you and only you, like a lover would’, without all the connotations of a long-term relationship? It’s unconventional.

Then again, nothing in their lives is conventional.

Funny story. I spent weeks searching for this fic because I thought I had dreamt it up but nope I finally found it. It's cute.

Deprivation (3339 words) by fogsrollingin

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Takes place around S14E5 "Nightmare Logic."

Sam's stressed. He's forgetting to eat and people keep waking him up the minute he salvages time for some shut-eye.

Dean's there for him.

When You're Not Here (37459 words) by raziella

Chapters: 5/5

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary:

The third time Sam Winchester comes to school with bruises, Mrs. Davidson decides it's time to intervene - before it's too late.

This is pretty much true gen despite how the fic is tagged. It involves social services and it has some outsider point of view.

What I've Done (1185 words) by Amoreanonyname

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

He wasn’t going to say anything more about it. He could tell, Dean was happy to see him, but wasn’t going to humor this topic. Dean, young Dean would jump to obey John, to answer John’s questions, but this was an older Dean who was more loyal to someone else now. More loyal to his brother. John wasn’t the priority here, and he realized with another guilty jump in his stomach that he never should have been.

I enjoyed that John remained composed and did not choose violence like other fics I have read where he discovers the extent boys relationship.

Nothing Safe Is Worth The Drive (382 words) by angelszn

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Dean came home from Hell to a demon-blood-addicted little brother. He takes it in stride.

If you like some dark!weirdcest then this is for you. Dean is very accommodating.

save it for a rainy day (917 words) by according2thelore

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Dean has a wad of money hidden in his bag. It’s folded into a skin mag that he bought in Duluth, which itself is folded into a tube of socks. He calls it his Sammy Stash. Dad and Sam don’t know about it. It’s a stack of crumpled bills he’s earned through hustling at pool and hoarded from short-term jobs he’s worked, pressed flat as they can go to look as inconspicuous as possible. It’s for one very specific purpose, in the same way Dean’s entire life has had one very specific purpose.

Well, this was a gut punch of epic proportions.

Cracked (282 words) by Linden

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

It was October, the season of frost and the early dark and the slow soft dying of the year, and John’s world was ending.

These Stanford Era fics are trying to kill me. Seriously.

Through the devil softly (4888 words) by siamesedreams

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

It's like walking with a permanent veil in front of his eyes, everything's blurry. He can't tell if the world around him is real, or not, if he's in Dean's arms or if he was in the Cage all along.

An infernal cursed amulet? Chief would know what this is. I'm going to have him touch it. (2441 words) by fogsrollingin

Chapters: 2/3

Summary:

"What could go wrong?"

This is incomplete but I think it does the job. It's told from an outsider's point of view. This fic and the one above deal with Sam's hallucinations.

Sins of the Father (1434 words) by Amoreanonyname

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

It’s true what they say about parenthood – it causes you to look at your own parents, and their choices, a bit differently. Though for Sam, perhaps that was for different reasons.

Sam, as a parent, reflects on his three parents, living day-to-day, and trying to parent when your soulmate has died.

Flowers facing the sun (2087 words) by StripySock

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Dean is sick as hell, and Robo!Sam is the closest thing he has to comfort.

swallow my breath and take what is mine (4636 words) by according2thelore

Chapters:1/1

Summary:

Dean Winchester wakes up and it’s dark. John Winchester stands sentinel in a cemetery. Sam Winchester’s hands are bleeding. A story in three parts.

Or: John Winchester has a new training exercise for his older son.

This was fucked up. I liked it and I lowkey can see this happen if John lost his mind somewhere on his journey to Azazel.

It Goes Like This (36085 words) by sprinkles888

Chapters: 8/8

Summary:

It goes like this: They both say yes. And somehow, the world doesn't end. With little else to do, Sam and Dean take hold of an opportunity that comes their way—taking charge of a diner in a small Iowa town. But, even as the hubbub of the diner fills their day, the nights of fighting back the archangels in their heads will drive the two of them closer than ever in an effort to keep the apocalypse continually on pause.

Meanwhile, the residents of Lageme attempt to understand the two new, weird guys who took over Darla's.

This is an odd fic but it's worth a read. The struggle to remain in control was done really well. A good portion of the fic is from the perspective of an outsider.

#samdean #wincest recs #Gencest recs #wincest

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ifitsagirlphebeifitsaboyphoebo · 3 months

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Saw @salaarfanindia's recent post, I couldn't help but notice some parallels between Destiel and Varadeva. This may be quite the stretch but please excuse me.

Varadharaja Mannar, the elder brother , quite like Dean Winchester.

Both have a younger brother(Baachi/Sam Winchester) who they've sworn to protect.

Both of them have absent fathers. Rajamannar in Varadha's case and John Winchester for Dean. Their mothers died when they were quite young leaving them to fend for themselves while looking after their brothers at the same time.

Both have a father figure in their lives who consider them as their own son, essentially being more of a father to them than their biological father.

Both of them have a best friend who's hot, brooding and doesn't talk much.Said best friend would go to hell and back for them. Castiel went to the fiery pit of Hell to rescue Dean . As he himself says, Castiel gripped Dean tight and raised him from Perdition.Similarly, Deva reaches rescues Varadha from the metaphorical Hell that Rudra and his cronies inflict up on him(Cue : Mukku pogu incident where Deva touches a live wire to return Varadha's nose ring from the bullies).And later when the ceasefire is imposed,Deva comes to stay by his side as his "army" (tbh I didn't think Varadha called him as an army... He just wanted Deva by his side after all these year

Castiel, being an Angel,defied Heaven itself ,always choosing Dean (at one point an angel tells Cas not to lose it all for one Man) in the process being cast out and losing his grace, eventually becoming human himself .Deva wouldn't make a promise to his Amma when she asks him never to set foot in Khansaar again. But Deva makes a promise to Varadha to always return whenever he calls, going as far as to say that he'd be a bait or a shark for Varadha's sake, thereby choosing Varadha. In the end, he makes the choice to choose Varadha again and again when he performs the sword ritual to honour his commitment to Varadha.He chooses to be Varadha's Salaar, leaving behind all his ambitions(if any) and the throne itself which would've made him the Shouryanga King.He gives it all up for Varadha.

Castiel, on the verge of an impending Apocalypse, tells a broken Dean that he is the one who's fated to stop the Apocalypse and Lucifer .Deva, in a prison cell, right before a crucial juncture, where the fate of Khansaar rests in Varadha's vote, tells him that it doesn't matter what others think(or vote )and that he can exercise his power to do what he thinks is right, thereby guiding Varadha .

Cas puts himself on the line for Dean over and over again (I'll hold them off, i'll hold them all off...) even when he knows there's no coming back for him.Deva puts himself on the line for Varadha at Velamgadi , pleading with Naarang to spare Varadha and take him instead.

Cas smites demons for Dean. He even went against Lucifer for Dean. Deva beheaded Naarang for Varadha.

Cas watches Dean sleep (i'll watch over you).. Deva watches Varadha sleepand calms his nightmares(I'm not even making this up).

Cas and Dean hug each other , tight hugs where either refuses to let the other go.It's their love language. Deva and Varadha also have the same love language, long tight hugs where Varadha just melts into Deva's arms, arms which cradle Varadha like they're holding a long lost treasure(which of course Varadha is).

Dean and Cas flirt a lot .

Dean to Cas (after Cas has been staring at him intensely) : Cas,not for nothing, last time someone looked at me like that, I got laid.

Cas: *is dumbfounded*

Deva and Varadha... Well

Deva to Varadha : I have many friends more good looking than you.

Varadha : *cant tell if he is offended or horny*.

Sam is tired of his brother's eyefucking with the gay angel...One of these days he'll pluck his eyeballs out if he sees them pining over each other. Baachi and Rinda are always sulky as they have to witness the woobie eyes Deva and Varadha make at each other.I mean hey...anyone would be.

Cas tells Dean "I love you"/ Deva tells Varadha " No one should touch you".

I could go on but I won't. . I know some of this is a stretch but I couldn't help but remember an old beloved tv series and a new but beloved movie together... Apologies if this sucks..

#salaar #varadeva #varadha #deva #varadeva✨#devaratha raisaar #varadha rajamannar #supernatural #destiel #parallels #im sleepy and It's showing #dean Winchester #Castiel

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dw19791967 · 2 months

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That Type of Girl Part 5

Pairing: Dean x reader, Sam x reader (Platonic)

Warnings: language, unrequited love, slight angst, mentions of self-hate, fluff, chick flick moments.

This is the fifth fic I have ever written, all mistakes are my own. Please be gentle on me!

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“No, I’m not sure if you do sweetheart you see, the thing is I’m pretty sure I am in love with you.”

I was in shock. What in the actual hell is happening. Of course I have dreamed of this moment ever since I could remember. I just don’t understand why he is telling me this now.

I sat there with my mouth open, in shock.

“Well say something sweetheart, you got me freaking out here.” Dean looked at me with worried eyes.

“Dean, I mean I’m flattered truly, I just don’t understand where this is coming from. We’ve been friends forever and of course I love you. I’m just shocked I guess.” I looked at him with tears in my eyes. And of course this situation is made more awkward by the fact that I’m still holding my shirt over my boobs.

“I almost lost you today, I went insane not knowing if you were ok. And I’m tired of hiding how I really feel about you. You are the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about before I close my eyes at night. I love you Y/N, and I have for a long time now. You make me laugh at stupid things, you make me smile more than I ever did before I met you, you're beautiful not only on the outside but the inside as well. God you are perfect in my eyes. And I know I’m not good enough for you, trust me I know. I have tried to push my feelings aside and do what's best for you but I can’t keep doing it anymore. I understand if you don’t feel the same way, I know you deserve better. I just couldn’t go any longer without telling you how I feel.” Dean looked at me once again, he had tears in his eyes now.

God. This man. How can he make my heart swell and break at the same time.

“Dean…. you can’t tell me I deserve better, there is no one better than you. I love you Dean and I have been in love with you for forever at this point. I just assumed we would never be more because I wasn’t that type of girl, ya know? The girl who guys want longer than a night. I mean I know we are best friends and I know you make me feel like I am beautiful. You understand me better than I understand myself. I just don’t want things to change between us, I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have you in my life.” I sighed.

“You are that type of girl Y/N. You’re my girl. You are beautiful, you never judge me for my flaws. Why would I judge yours?” Dean held my chin in his hands.

I smiled at him.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked me with hope in his eyes.

Oh God, here we go.

“Yes, you can definitely do that.” I bit my lip. Of course I was nervous, this is Dean Freaking Winchester. My kissing skills are for sure not up to par with his.

Dean moved in closer. His lips met mine and it felt better than I ever imagined. He moved his lips against mine. We stayed like that until we were both out of breath.

When we parted he kissed my forehead.

“I love you Y/N whether you are dolled up to the hills or are lounging in your leggings. There is nothing you can do that would change that.” Dean looked at me with a smile on his face.

“I love you, always have always will.” I gave him a peck on the cheek. “Now if you don’t mind, I am going to go put my shirt back on. You distracted me.” I moved towards the bathroom.

“Hey no compliments from me if you choose not to.” He winked at me.

“Yeah but I don’t think your brother would like that.” I laughed.

“Oh shit, I forgot about him. You go get dressed, I’ll call and check in with the giant.”

I could hear Dean on the phone once I moved into the bathroom.

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I stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes. I looked at myself in the mirror. I still can’t believe this is happening. What is going to happen now? How are things going to change? I’m officially freaking out. I put my shirt back on and threw some leggings on. My cuts were feeling better now.

I headed back out to the room.

“Yeah man just hurry it up we're starving. You better have got pie.” Dean hung up when I walked back over to my bed.

“I can tell you are overthinking, what’s up?” Dean sat down by me.

“What’s gonna happen now? How are we going to tell Sam? Whose room are we gonna share? How are we gonna work together on hunts?” I started rambling off everything running through my mind, which is pretty typical of what I do when I’m nervous.

He reached out to hold my hands. “Hey hey, slow down. Nothings gonna change sweetheart, besides me calling you my girl and kissing you whenever I want. I promise. Sam already knows I am head over heels for you, so don’t worry about that. As for hunts, we both already cared about each other. We are just taking it a step further. I promise I’ll keep it professional while we are hunting. My room has the bigger bed but if you are more comfortable in yours that is fine with me. I will do whatever you need. We can take this slow too, I don’t want to rush you into anything you aren’t ready for. Ok?”

“God I love you.” I reached up to kiss him. I felt him smile into the kiss.

This man is willing to do what I need. I have never had a relationship where my needs were truly put first. He knew this would be a big step for me like I knew it would be a big step for him.

I pulled away to look into his eyes. He truly seemed happy. That is how I knew this was going to work and everything would be ok.

“Your plan sounds perfect. Thank you for caring.” I smiled at him.

“Of course, you know I am always going to care.” He hugged me and peppered kisses all along my face. We stayed like that for a bit.

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The door opened. Sam was finally back.

“Ok. I got burgers, fries, pie, and more beer.” Sam walked in the door with his hands full.

He noticed Dean holding me. “Woah, what’s wrong.” Sam looked to Dean.

“Nothing Sammy, we're perfect.” Dean kissed my forehead again. His forehead kisses are gonna do me in.

“So you finally told him huh?” Sam winked at me.

“Actually I told her but we’ve already been through the chick flick moments. Sorry you missed it little bro.” Dean got up to grab our food. Dean patted Sam on the back.

“Damn, well I am happy for you both. No more staring at each other and trying not to get caught.” Sam laughed.

“Oh don’t worry Sammy, there will still be plenty of staring.” Dean looked at me and I started to blush.

Damn this man.

“Oh and Sammy, one more thing.” Dean was digging through the bags.

“You forgot the pie.”

Dean was right, things won’t change. I have a feeling they might actually get better.

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sillywillybillywilly · 4 months

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Family dinner

When Gabriel suggested everyone got together, naturally, Adam and Micheal thought he was joking. Until they got a letter saying to meet up at the bunker and saying that everyone would be there, even the Winchesters. This meant that Adam and Micheal would have to be in seperate vessels for the day. (Yes I know I'm a huge hypocrite)

They both hated being in seperate vessels. Although Micheal was still able to take over Adam again while still maintaining his vessel it just felt wrong to be seperate. After a while of talking about it they went over to the bunker. Micheal was able to get them there in seconds. (Thank archangels.)

The way Micheal manifested himself allowed him to still have physical touch and be heard and seen so he technically still was with Adam but more separate. It was really a vessel though, just a strong manifestation. The manifestation looked like what Micheal would look like if he was human. Black hair, light blue eyes, about 6,2 and skin that's just right perfectly in between pale and tan.

[Gabriel]

"You ready?" Adam looked at Micheal as they stood outside the door. Surely the archangels must've sensed Micheal at this point. Micheal nodded and they both walked in. Immediately Micheal was greeted with a tackle hug from Gabriel and a heavy pat on the back. "Mikey!! How you been?" naturally Adam went to the side to clear a path for Gabriel to jump. Micheal hug Gabriel back a warm smile that he only had on his face when talking about his brothers.

"I've been well. And you?" Micheal asked. Gabriel pulled away and sighed dramatically. "Such a bad year..lost my crops, the wife," he went on. That was basically his way of saying that the year could've been better but he had fun. "So what's with the new suit?" Gabriel looked Micheal up and down then winced. "Things didn't work out with the wife for you either?" he said between his teeth.

Micheal smiled slightly at Gabriel's comment then turned to Adam, "this is temporary. Brother, this is my human." although it may sound weird, Micheal often referred to Adam as his human. Better then what other angels call their humans though. Gabriel made a silly little surprised face and walked over to Adam. Adam gave his usual smile. "It's so nice to finally meet my big bros boytoy!"

"It's nice to finally meet my archangels little brother" Gabriel smiled. They both shared some sort of the same energy. Gabriel liked Adam. "Oh hey, Winchesters, living room" Gabriel said pointing the the direction of the room. Adam rolled his eyes and said he'd be back to Micheal then left. Micheal was about to leave to greet the others as well before Gabriel stopped him. "I'm happy for ya Mikey. He's a good guy. And an even better one for putting up with your doucheness" Gabriel joked. He patted Micheal on the back. Then he, himself left. And so did Micheal.

[Sam and Dean]

"Wait so you're actually staying with him? After everything?" dean was more upset than Sam. At least Sam could sorta understand. Dean just couldn't. "Everything you weren't there for?" Adam had been sitting on the couch and Dean had been standing in front of him. Sam was sitting on the other chair. "Adam- he's an archangel! Angel's are douches and powerful and dangerous-" Adam scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"What it's not true?" Dean said crossing his arms. "He's never been a threat to me." Adam looked dean straight in the eyes. "Oh so what? You think you're special?" Sam looked up to step in. "Dean- we've gotta see it this way. Adam knows Micheal better than probably anyone else. He'd know if he was a danger or not." Adam made a gesture when Sam finished that meant 'exactly.' Dean shook his head and stormed out. Sam looked over at Adam with that sorry look.

[Raphael]

"So you're choosing to stay with the human." raphael looked somewhat disappointed and surprised. Micheal didn't answer but raphael knew that meant yes. "I thought you hated humans." he added. "And I do. But Adams different." raphael shook his head.

Honestly it didn't feel like this was going well. Until Micheal felt a hand on his shoulder. When he looked down at raphael he was pulled into a tight tight hug. "You're as stubborn as a mile brother. There's no changing your mind." raphael pulled away then looked up at Micheal. "But you're also smart and untrusting. If you trust that hairless- Adam, then I'm sure he's a good man."

Micheal nodded. "He is." Raphael smiled. He looked at Micheal for a few seconds, "he's in the garden. Go talk to him brother." he spoke. Out of all of his brothers, raphael knew how to read people's thoughts just by their faces the best. "Thank you." Micheal said before leaving. Raphael nodded.

[Lucifer]

Micheal walked out and saw Lucifer standing there. Obviously waiting for Micheal. Archangels always sense each other when they're around. He turned to look at Micheal and grinned but not in the malicious way he usually does. More in a 'can't believe you actually came' kinda way.

"Lucifer." Micheal walked towards him. Lucifer didn't even flinch. He kept the same grin. "New suit?" Lucifer spoke. "Temporary." they both stared at each other for a bit. "You doin alright?" Lucifer asked simply. Micheal nodded. "And you?" Lucifer sighed dramatically. Lucifer had the closet connection with Gabriel so Gabriel picked up a lot of Lucifer's things. "Well, more or less"

"Still with Adam huh?" Lucifer looked Micheal up and down. "How'd you know?" Micheal asked. "You're happier Mike, you look more free" a while ago Micheal was as stiff as a metal pole and as controlled as a toy car. Lucifer knew that. "Hate the hairless apes but if you like him" Lucifer patted Micheal on the back.

"He's good Lucifer." Micheal assured. Lucifer nodded. "I know he is big guy. Good for you" he reached up to ruffle Micheals hair which got him a knock on the back of the head. Although people like to say Lucifer and Micheal don't like each other, they do. They're brothers they have to.

[Castiel and Jack]

"Uncle Micheal!" Jack ran to hug Micheal and Micheal picked him up. A while back they were able to revert Jack back to his child state, Micheal helped in that. "Micheal. Adam." Castiel greeted them. Jack was able to pull Castiel out of the empty and restore his full power. "Hey Cas, I assume you know about the whole me and Micheal thing?"Castiel nodded. Micheal handed Jack over to Adam and walked out simply. He and Castiel hadn't fixed each others relationships quite yet.

"Touchy isn't he?" Adam said awkwardly. "I understand. I did Molotov him and being burned with holy fire is like being boiled alive then tossed into a meat grinder." Adam didn't know what exactly to say to that so he just let an 'oh' slip out silently.

[The living room]

They had all decided to watch Gabriel do stupid things then watch a movie. Remember what I said about the archangels being clingly to each other? Well, by the end of the night, Gabriel had chosen to sleep out of boredom using Micheal's lap as a pillow, Lucifer had been sitting on the floor next to Gabriel, Raphael had been being used by Gabriel as a foot rest, Castiel had been on the floor with Jack who was now asleep, Sam had been dead asleep for about an hour leaning on dean, dean had been asleep for probably three hours sitting on the couch and Adam had been leaning on Micheal having his nose dig into Micheal's neck.

"We got the closure we need?" Adam asked in a groggy tone.

"Yes we did Adam." Micheal offered one of his rare smiles. This was peaceful. His brothers and his human.

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Oh and the Winchesters but who really cares about them right?

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writersblockedx · 2 years

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Hey! I love your posts! Would you be able to do a sam x reader x Dean where they just came back from a long day of hunting and Y/n suggests that they should watch a movie together and cuddle together, y/n chooses who she wants to cuddle with and at first it’s sam but then dean gets sad (jokingly of course) or something?

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Pairing - Sam Winchester x reader, Dean Winchester x reader Summary - After a long hunt, both of the brothers are tired and in need of Y/n's comfort. Warnings - Mentions of violence, all fluff! Words - 0.6K (Sorry its a little short but I hope this is okay!)

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They were bound to be exhausted. Not only had they taken out a nest of vamps, but the drive back had been a long one. Each of them were tired, in need of food and sleep. So they did as they seemed to always do: picked up Dean's greasy food of choice (and a salad for Sam) and then they piled onto the sofa.

Sam was still picking at his salad when Y/n wandered into the living room where Dean was already flicking through the channels. He pushed the button between each show, barely giving himself chance to read what exactly was playing. "Anything good on?" The girl asked as she took the empty space next to him.

Dean sort of made a grunt of disagreement in response. "Nothing really." He paused, checking the watch on his wrist. "It is almost midnight." Which would explain the lack of decent tv on.

"Here," Y/n spoke and gestured for Dean to give her the remote. He was hesitant but handed it over nevertheless. She too switched through a few channels before landing on an old 70s movie that she let play.

Dean laughed from the side of her, "As if any of us are awake enough to watch a whole movie."

She shrugged, "We don't have to watch it all."

It was then Sammy finally joined them, throwing his body into the final spot, leaving Y/n squeezed into the middle of them. To make it worse, Sam wiggled around until he was sufficiently cuddled into Y/n. Her arm swung over his shoulders while his laid lazily over her stomach. "I think you're getting a big for cuddles now, Sammy." She joked as she tried to get herself comfy.

He barely was able to make out his hummed response - more sleepy than Dean or herself. "Tired." He murmured, his eyelids already beginning to fall shut.

Dean's eyes didn't tear from the TV screen as he replied, "That's why you have a bed, Sam." He reminded his brother.

Though, by then, Sam was already slipping into his dreams. Y/n peeked over at him and the peace that was painted over his expression; just that sight able to bring a smile to her lips. "I think he's asleep." She observed.

Dean too looked over; he was well and truly sleeping. So the older boy returned to the shitty movie Y/n had put on and pretended as if he didn't yearn to be comforted by the girl next to him. Only five minutes passed before Y/n caught on. Dean with his arms crossed over his chest, a frown written into his lips and a lack of any sort of conversation. It made a smirk tug at her lips. "Dean?" She called.

His head turned to face her, "Hm?"

She tilted her head slightly and quirked a brow, "Do you need a cuddle too?"

He was already snuggling into her lap before he had even answered her. "Thought you'd never ask." And like that the boys laid, lulled into their dreams as a stupid 70s movie played. And soon enough, Y/n joined them and they slept till the sun rose in the morning.

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glygriffe · 6 months

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The Lockpick

Fandom - Supernatural Character - Sam Winchester Summary - A missing scene in the Pilot episode, at Sam's apartment. Word Count - 800 A note - I finally did it! I finished my first fic for the @spnfanficpond rewatch, fanfiction edition! Particularly proud of this being from Sam's POV since it is a lot easier to write Dean than Sam.

Sam packed his bag to follow Dean for the weekend in search of their dad. He was thrilled to be with Dean again after all that time. It had been way too long since he last saw his brother. Way too long since they last talked on the phone, even. Before Jess, Dean was his world, and seeing him tonight brought back all kinds of mixed feelings.

For one, he was delighted with the clues Dean presented him for this hunt Dad supposedly disappeared from. It was the hunt itself almost as much as the help Sam could provide to his brother that made him agree to follow Dean. He felt a little guilty about that. In theory, he went to college to get out of the hunting life. In theory, he no longer wanted to work a case, research lore, or defeat monsters. In theory.

Because he still kept, unbeknownst to Jess, a whole assortment of objects and tools for defeating the supernatural. He even kept a set of blades engraved with symbols he hadn't yet deciphered that he had never used. They were not still in his possession just for self-defense against the occult. And he didn't choose to follow Dean in his quest for their dad just for the family's sake. The truth was, he missed it. Just a little.

Before telling Jessica a half-truth about why he was following his brother, Sam had put one of the blades in his duffle bag. He also took his lockpick from under the bed frame and hid the tool in his hoodie's pocket. He probably wouldn't need it. It was mostly a case to be solved, mental gymnastics.

He got excited with the possibilities offered by the EVP on that message Dean played for him much more than with the rescue mission. Not that he didn't love his father. But he was skeptical about John's willingness to be followed. Especially by his younger son. The man had been pretty clear about the not coming back part of his shouted statement the last time they saw each other. Sam loved Jessica and the safe life he had built for himself at Stanford. He was sure he would be a great lawyer one day, probably sooner than later if he did land the full ride to law school on Monday. But a part of him also thrived in mystery. He loved the puzzle of figuring out a case or the precision demanded to pick a lock properly. That is probably why he held on to his lockpick in the first place.

It was Dean who had given him this tool ten years ago. Because it could be useful on a hunt, sure. But mostly because it allowed Sam to explore all the intricacies of different locks or padlocks. It kept his mind engaged, challenged. He had practiced relentlessly for days at a time, between school and research for their dad's monster of the week hunt.

Dean had been a good lockpick teacher and was proficient with the tool, but with time, when their dad had finally brought both his sons on hunts, it was Sam who did most of the illegal entering on their jobs. Dean was a better lookout than Sam, able to think on his feet and charm bystanders away from the crime scene. He was not against throwing a punch or two if need be to give his brother the time to go, unscathed. When it was the other way around, young Sammy had frozen more often than not, leaving Dean to try to explain yet another bruise on his face on the next school day when somebody came by while he was picking a lock. He also missed entire school days when John was not there to bail him out of jail when he got caught. A pang of guilt stabbed Sam at the memories. Yeah, their system worked better with Dean as the lookout and Sam as the breaking-and-entering guy.

Sam touched the pocket where he had hidden the lockpick and felt comforted. He got this. He would help Dean, reconnect with his brother for a couple of days. They will find their father, or not. They will close the case or not. It was a toss because he was rusty as a hunter and had limited time to do the job. The Monday interview would seal his future as a lawman and nothing short of the end of the world could make him miss the interview.

Bad comes to worst, he could always use the lockpick to get out of a tough spot. But the small tool symbolized what all his mind and body were capable of, working together. And he was proud of it even if he would never admit to it out loud.

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delicatenightfury · 2 years

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Hard Truths

2022 Month of Writing: Day 18

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader, platonic!John Winchester x reader

Prompt:

Word Count: 1,180

Author's Note: please don't steal my work! you can choose to respond to the prompt as well, but don't steal my work

“So, you’re Dean’s fiance.”

y/n glanced over her shoulder. John Winchester was standing at the entrance of the room, observing her as she looked through case files and research. It was so weird having him around. He had been dead for nearly thirteen years. She had known him briefly before he had died, having been one or two hunts with the Winchester boys when they interacted with their dad.

Now, the brothers were out on a grocery run to get ingredients for Mary’s casserole. That left y/n alone in the bunker with their parents. Both of them. Alive and well. To say it was a little awkward was probably an understatement.

“Yeah,” she said.

“I, uh, noticed the ring earlier. When did he propose?”

“He asked about two years ago. Being a hunter doesn’t really allow a lot of room for financial stability, so he didn’t officially get the ring until recently.”

John smiled a little.

“Nice to know he’s finally settling down.”

y/n couldn’t help but nod.

“I never thought it would happen. We’ve both seen what hunting does to people, especially married couples. But I’m glad he finally asked.”

“So when did you start hunting with them?”

“About ten, eleven years ago. It started as an occasional thing, maybe the same hunt every couple of weeks or months, before it started becoming more frequent. Sam was the one that invited me to stay.” She paused and sat back in her chair, casting a glance toward John. “I actually went on two hunts with you and the boys.”

“Really?”

She nodded.

“First one I was hunting a demon in Chicago before Dean and Sam showed up. Turned out to be a demon controlling a group of Daeva. Next hunt was weeks later. We had just wrapped up one when they heard from a friend of yours. You were on the same job, which ended up also being a vampire hunt.”

John took a moment to observe her posture, and replayed her words in his mind.

“I take it that things didn’t go smoothly?”

“I mean, we got thrown around a lot.”

“I meant between the two of us.”

y/n shook her head, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

“No, smooth is probably the last word I’d use to describe it. We were civilized, but I definitely had my opinions.” She glanced at him, surprised to see that he seemed to be expecting more. “What?”

“What were your thoughts?”

“On you? You want me to tell you what my first thoughts about you were?”

He shrugged.

“Only if you’re willing.”

She looked at him for several moments, debating whether or not to actually tell him her thoughts.

“Well,” she started. She paused to give John room to back out, but he only looked at her expectantly. “To put it simply, I thought you were a dick.”

John ducked his head with a small smile. It made y/n relax a little.

“That right?”

“Oh yeah. You were so determined to kill the thing that got Mary, I could see it in your eyes when you talked about it. And I knew that that drive was what made you a good hunter. But I also saw the effect it had on your sons. The minute they saw you, their posture and personality changed. They looked more like soldiers. And after you left the first time, I could see how desperately they wanted to help you.

“Then when you came around the second time, you were still so sure to keep them in the dark. You claimed to be protecting them, yet you let them travel all across the country hunting monsters and saving people. God, I almost snapped at you during that hunt.”

y/n bowed her head and rubbed her forehead. She could picture the arguments she heard between Sam and John. She remembered how much she wanted to butt in and snap back, maybe even punch him. But it hadn’t been her place. She had stayed as far removed as she could during those moments.

“You turned your war into theirs,” she eventually continued. “So much so that they never really knew anything other than hunting. They had to grow up too quickly. Dean at least tried to make sure that Sam had a decent childhood. But Dean had to grow up too fast because you told him that it was his responsibility to watch over Sam and to keep him safe. He had to play mother and father to his little brother because you were too busy hunting. And I get that that’s the hunter’s life, but you dropped the ball on your responsibilities as a father.

“Believe me, I understand what it means to be a hunter and to have that drive to take out the darkness in the world. But there were two little beacons of light just waiting to shine, and they never did except for each other. You had a hand in making them the hunters they are, John, but not a lot in making them the men they’ve become. You let other people do that for you.”

She finally cast a glance at John. She expected him to be angry, annoyed, questioning who she was to judge his parenting. What she hadn’t been expecting was John staring right at her, nodding his head slightly with tears in his eyes.

“You’re not wrong,” he said. “I know I messed up and dropped the ball when it came to the two of them.”

“I’m not saying you didn’t love them, John,” y/n said. “I know you did. That’s clear as day to me with you being here. And you kept them safe when it mattered. You probably did the best you could, raising two boys on your own. But I’ve seen how tired the two of them get sometimes.”

John sighed and ran his hand over his head, sinking into a nearby chair.

“I never wanted for them to continue to live this life. Sam almost got out, going to college and everything. I heard Dean almost did too.”

“They’ve both tried. Almost succeeded too. But life just kind of dragged them back in.”

John nodded. He lifted his head to smile slightly at her.

“Seems like Dean’s trying to settle down again though.” The two glanced down at her ring and smiled. “Have you talked about what you’ll do?”

“We’re eventually going to try and step away. Maybe find a place close to the Bunker, find normal jobs. We might pick up a hunt every now and then, depending on what it is and the distance. But any choice that relates to hunting, we’ve agreed to talk about. We plan on talking Sam into taking a step back too.”

John smiled again, reaching over to pat his hand on her shoulder and giving it a slight squeeze

“Dean’s a lucky guy,” he said. You’re gonna make a hell of a Winchester.”

y/n blushed. She hadn’t expected that response. She smiled at him.

“I’m certainly gonna try my best.”

A/N: I was expecting there to be more Dean in this. Oops!

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