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FLUFF ALPHABET! Sam Winchester!

A/N: Here’s Sammy boy! My small adorable baby! Let me know what you guys think about this! 

-Marissa

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A ctivities- What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Sam is a pretty laid-back man. When he sees a chance at relaxing with you, he snatches as quickly as possible. Whether it’s just walking or driving around towns, going to the local library (cause God knows the only book they have at the bunker are the Wizard of Oz books, and the men of letters’ books.), to looking up fun recipes to try with you. The man will always keep you occupied!

B eauty- What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Sam likes that despite you being very soft-spoken, you’re nowhere near dumb. You’re also very confident. Of course, you’ll still ask Sam what he thinks if you piece together a somewhat bold outfit. But you might as well call him Bruno Mars cause- well you know.

 I feel like if you are an artist of some sort, he might decide to pick up your art of choice as a hobby for when he has no research or hunts. Maybe if you draw, he’ll buy both of you sketchbooks and pencils. Or if you use a tablet he might buy you a better one. He’ll try doing simple drawings to start off with a tree or two. An eye here and there. He struggling and he’s probably gonna get a bit upset with himself if his skills don’t pick up like yours. But he’s trying really hard! If you like making music, he might ask you to play guitar. He might even ask you to teach him how to sing! But be patient, he can barely carry a tune but he’s so happy to learn! Might take him almost a year to get the hang of it, but once he does, he is an absolute Beast with some strings!

C omfort- How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Sam has anxiety himself so he knows the signs when one is coming on. He’s been around stressful things/people/events all his life. His father was abusive throughout his and Dean’s childhood. When he ran away to go to college, he had to learn to interact with new environments and people. In conclusion, the man KNOWS what anxiety is. And how to handle it. He’ll have you sit down and close your eyes. He won’t touch you just in case it makes you more nervous. He’ll breathe slowly with you, serving as a guide to get your bearings. Once you’ve slowed your breathing he knows you can’t hold anything so he gets you a glass of water with a straw and holds the glass for you. He knows you probably won’t want to eat anything so he just picks you up when you say he can, and brings you to bed, and reads you to sleep while holding you close. 

D reams- How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Sam knows for sure he wants to marry you. He also wants kids with you but the risk of being raised in the life he kept him up at night. Now don’t get him wrong, he knows that whatever happens, family will take care of it. They always do. But he’s not sure if that’s a risk worth taking. He just wants to have the apple pie life. He’d kill every monster with his bare hands just to have that with you. 

E qual- Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Sam is quite dominant in the relationship. He always takes care of everything for you. He doesn't buy into the stereotype that women should be doing everything for their partners. He tries to help you out with everything and he doesn't take no for an answer. You've known for a while that Sam's love language is Acts of Service. All he's done all his life is help people, so it just seeps into the relationship. Sure he believes that a relationship should be a healthy balance of 50\50, but at the same time, he can't help take over and take care of you. This man is just precious. 

F ight- Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Depending on what the fight was about Sam would be pretty open to forgiving you pretty quickly. However sweet Sam can be, if he believes that he has even a pinky toe to stand on in the fight, he’ll stick to it. It’s only when the shouting has gotten too much for you that you walk away that he may see where you’re coming from. Give him a or two. That way you both had time to cool down. You’ll spend the rest of the day talking it through, seeing each other’s perspectives. Even if you guys can’t agree with each other, you’ll know how to better handle the situation next time. 

G ratitude- How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Even though he mostly does mundane things for you, you try to help out as much as he’ll let you. For example, if you noticed that he has a lot of research to do, while he’s sleeping or is on a supply run, you’ll continue his research so that he’ll have more time to relax and let loose a bit more. You think he doesn’t notice but he does, and he appreciates it. It makes him feel like he hasn’t been ‘slacking off’, or that he hasn’t wasted too much time doing other things. Sometimes you’ll even finish the research and he’ll have nothing much to do for a while. Except relaxing with you of course!

H onesty- Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Sam doesn’t have to hide much from you. You’re a damn good hunter. He would even go as far as to say you were better than him and Dean. He knows damn well you can take care of yourself and that you don’t like being babied often. He knows your secrets as well as you know his. It takes a big weight off his shoulders, knowing he doesn’t have to hide who he is with you. 

I nspiration- Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You were always an adventurous and carefree person. You always had a hard time balancing fun and work. Sometimes it got you into trouble. Sam noticed this when you two first met and as your relationship got more serious and tried to help you with the balence. By all means you aren’t magically better, but you’re learning. Sam on the other hand, had the same issue. The work and fun balance is a tricky one to master. You help Sam have more fun, like you he’s getting better at having more fun. But again it’s not going to happen overnight. Oh and you eat a salad of two once a month now!

J ealousy- Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

On the rare occasion the Sam gets extremely jealous, it's usually when someone tries to touch. Regardless of whether you let it happen (for fun) or not, he can’t help himself. He wants you all to himself. No Sharing!!

K iss- Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Sam is a very good kisser. He always kisses you like he hasn’t seen you in years. Most of the time his kisses are very rough but intimate. The first kiss was after four dates. Yes that’s a long time but you wanted to make sure you did this right with Sam. Plus he reassured you that he’d wait as long as you wanted to. You were sitting next to Sam in the Library doing some light research since most of it had gotten done earlier that week. The tension had been building up all week, you were finally ready to kiss Sam. Despite this not being your first kiss, you hadn’t kissed many people so understandably, you were nervous. You reached your arm over his and gently closed his laptop and angled your body toward his. You leaned over to him slowly, creeping your hand to his shoulder and finally your lips connected. Sam’s hand softly grabbed your hand on his shoulder and you both stayed like that until you both needed air. That was one of, if not, the most intimate moment you’ve had with Sam so far.

L ove Confession- How would they confess to their s/o?

Sam would be a bundle of nerves when he tries to confess. He’s tried to do it at least three times but each time he either got too nervous or something would interrupt him. Eventually settled for being simple, yet intimate. He had invited you to come to the library with him to sit and read for a while. It was about an hour and a half of you both being immersed in your own books that he told you he was going to the coffee shop in the bookstore to get a coffee. He got you your favorite drink. He had the barista give him a sharpie before they made your drink, then he wrote his message to you and bought you the drink when the order was done. You could see Sam was shaking and fidgeting but you couldn’t tell why.You figured you’d let him tell you when he’s ready. If only you know. You were only a few sips into your drink when you noticed some writing on the cup. Curious, you read the message which read; 

(Y/n), I have loved you from the best of times to the worst. Would you do the honor of going on a date with me?

-Sam

You sat up, a bit stunned. You looked at Sam to see him smiling shyly at you. You couldn’t do much but giggle and nod at the giant softie. 

M arriage- Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Marriage is something Sam and you have talked a lot about it. You two know you definitely want to get married but the question was when. You want to do it sooner rather than later. While Sam agrees, he also feels like that it should be a sign of both of you leaving life for good. Sam is a very nostalgic person, which means he’ll most likely recreate him asking you out and your first date. At the end of the night he’d get down on one knee and before he gets to say one word you burst into tears. When he finishes his speech, you of course say yes and the night continues...elsewhere. 

N icknames- What do they call their s/o?

Sugar is used more often than not. Baby and babygirl are pretty prevalent. Honey Bunch is used less but when he does call you that usually puppy dog eyes are shortly behind. 

O n Cloud Nine- What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

When Sam is in love it’s less obvious to everyone, but if they know Sam, they’ll notice the little things. Things like Sam now has permanent smile lines and his shoulders don’t hold so much tension anymore. If you didn’t come on a hunt with him and Dean he always has Dean stop off to get a bouquet of flowers. Of course he gets shit from Dean but he still does it everytime cause he is a good big brother.

P DA- Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

While Sam will let anyone know that you’re together (if need be), he’s pretty subtle about it. There is the subtle hand on your thigh or around your waist. Maybe a little quick forehead kiss but other than that unless they knew you, someone wouldn’t be able to guess you two are together. 

Q uirk- Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Sam has this really deep, rich, raspy type of voice. That makes him the BEST narrator ever! He often reads you to sleep when you two spend a lazy night in or if you have a nightmare. He’s there with a book you’ve been reading and he reads you a chapter or two before you’re out like a light. 

R omance- How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Sam is the KING of romance. When he plans something for you, he goes all out! When it comes to making you happy, he’ll do whatever it takes. There are almost no limits to his love. He lives by the term “Happy Wife, Happy Life.”. Sam is pretty nostalgic so he’ll be cliche, but he’ll be creative and add his own twist to it! So you could say he’s pretty creative. 

S upport- Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Sam loves learning about your goals and helping you achieve them. If you have 5 different goals, he's all there for you, helping you learn ways to achieve them quicker. If you want to. If you feel like those goals are impossible to reach, he’s there to help you see nothing’s impossible.

T hrill- Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

While Sam likes to have a solid routine, he tries to keep things *spicy* when it comes to your relationship. Whether it's something mundane or outrageous, you and Sam try your best to keep things fun for the both of you. 

U nderstanding- How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

You and Sam know each other so well it's gotten to the point where if you or him need something, you know what’s needed and how much before the other even opened their mouth. When this happens, Dean just kinda stares at the both of you with a “what the actual fuck?’ look. 

Sam: *sees you walking into the kitchen* Hey babe we-

Y/N: We need to get some milk today. You wanna leave at 11?

Sam: *goes back to drinking his coffee* Yep.

Dean: *freaking the fuck out*

V alue- How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Sam knew from the first date that his life would be in your hands. He trusts you with everything he has. What’s your relationship worth to him? More than any diamonds, jewels, or power. Nothing can ever be worth more than you. 

W ild Card-  A random Fluff Headcanon.

Sam took you to an event at a bar one night for a date. The theme that night was ‘50’s and 60’s dance night!’ He bought you a dress that would be worn in that era and he wore his brand new tux he bought, just for tonight. Just for you. Your feet were screaming in your heels but you and Sam were having too much fun to leave the dance floor. When you guys got home that night Sam gave you the BEST foot rub ever. 

X OXO- Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

In private, Sam will smother you with kisses and cuddles. The man can almost never let you go. The poor touch starved baby.

Y earning- How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Sam likes to log in to your Spotify, he knows most likely wherever you are, you’re listening to your music. He likes to listen to your playlists with you. It makes him feel closer to you. 

(He’ll never admit it but you have better taste in music than him.) 

Z eal- Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

It’ll be a close call but if he had to choose to save Dean or you, he’d choose you. It’d break him for a while, but he knows his brother wants him to have the apple pie life with you. And in the end, he’d always do it. No matter how hard it’d be for him and you every time, he wouldn’t change a thing. 

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A/N: Thank you guys for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. Requests are always open!

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-Marissa

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The Good Wife

Chapter 4

Summary: Y/N, a pure blood Omega is sent to an Omega Compound at only 16 years old to learn how to become a good wife for the Alpha that will chose her one day to be his mate. You were never prepared for the life you are not so gently thrust into when an greened eyed Alpha choses you from the rack.

Series Warnings: ABO Dynamics, Smut, Unprotected Smut, Scenting, Knotting, Unfair treatment of Omegas, Language, age gap, Claiming, Breeding Kink. I don’t want to put to much, because it will give away the story. Appropriate warnings will be placed with each chapter.

Chapter Warnings: Shameless objectification of Dean Winchester, angst, self doubt. I’m sure there’s swearing in there somewhere because it’s me. I think that’s about it.

Word Count: 2663

Pairing: Alpha Dean Winchester x Omega Reader

A/N: This entire fic is beta’d by the amazing @deanwanddamons! Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden!! I hope you all enjoy this one!

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The first night with your Alpha was strange to say the least. Well, strange for you anyways. He stayed with you most of the night in your room, and told you that there was a lot he was going to have to show you and teach you, but he didn’t dive too deep into the subject. 

Dean did tell you that the other man in the Bunker was his brother, Sam, and that he’d basically raised him after his mother was murdered, and his father, along with himself and Sam were left behind. There were some pretty big gaps in his story, but he said he’d tell you more when you were ready, and you would understand eventually. You had to trust him, because you had no other choice in the matter. He was your Alpha, and you were always taught what he said goes. 

When you were at the compound, you had dreamed of the perfect Alpha picking you, taking you home to a mansion, and making love to you every second of the day with an instant connection and the beginnings of a perfect marriage. It’s what all Omega’s hoped for, because it kept you from focusing on the reality of your situation. The reality of your situation was that more than likely, you would be used for breeding and thrown in the corner. If you were lucky, you’d get a good Alpha. 

All those thoughts and daydreams were just fantasy though, and not reality. 

Fantasy said you’d ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after. Perfect love life, instant connection, all the feelings of awkwardness none existent. 

Reality said conversation flowed, but not always easy. Things could get awkward very quickly. Reality said you were strangers, and knew nothing about each other. Therefore, even though you were claimed by him, and mated, you didn’t know this man. Instant connections didn’t always happen. Dean was a man of few words, and he had walls higher than what they say surrounded Jericho. Reality said there were no long makeout sessions, no making love late into the night. No, that was all a dream. In reality, he sat in the corner of his room with a laptop on the table and an open bottle of liquor while you were sleeping off the drug that they’d given you. 

You laid there most of the night that you weren’t passed out in a drug induced sleep, wondering if true mates and soul mates were stories that never really existed at all, because this was hard. Harder than you ever expect it to be.

Dean did seem concerned about you, and brought you food and something to drink when you were finally able to wake up at about 3 A.M. That’s when he talked to you about his family. 

When you woke up again, it was around 11 A.M. Dean’s warm body was pressed against your back, and his arm thrown protectively over your waist. You don’t remember getting into that position with him, but the bed was only queen sized. You rolled over as carefully as you could in order not to wake him up, and looked at him for the first time. Really looked at him. 

He was perfect. 

The light dusting of freckles  that covered his skin would have given him an almost boyish look if it weren’t for the hard lines that formed around his eyes when he was awake. His stubble covered jaw was strong and sharp. His dark blonde, almost brown hair stuck up at random angles pushed against his pillow. His eyebrows were perfect, and his lips the most perfect shade of pink you had ever seen. 

He was broad. His thick shoulders and arms slimmed down to his waist, and evened itself out over to his hips. His thick thighs were crossed under the thin sheet that covered his lower half. He’d kicked the rest of the cover off of him long ago. His face was relaxed, as his chest rose and fell, his warm breath fanning over your skin. 

He was perfect. Flawless even. There were little scars and things that littered his skin, but that just made him even more perfect. His hand tightened around your waist as you traced the strange tattoo on his chest with your finger and a low grunt followed, but he didn’t wake up.

There was so much about this beautiful man you didn’t know. You laid there for a long time, just staring at him, admiring him, before his long eyelashes started to flutter, and he started to stir. 

Without warning, his grip tightened even further around you, and he pulled your body flush with his own before nuzzling the both of you down further into the bed. 

“Like what you see sweetheart,” he murmured, a smirk forming on his face. 

You froze with your hand still on his chest, embarrassment creeping up into your features. 

“How long have you been awake?” you asked in a tiny voice. Burying your face in the pillows, you attempted to pull away from his hold, but his grip just tightened to hold you in place. A deep chuckle fell from his lips as his body shook lightly.

“Since you turned around a few minutes ago,” he said, and your face just burned hotter. He was awake the whole time, laying there, letting you stare at him. If the floor could have opened up you would have jumped in. 

“I’m sorry,” you said hurriedly, attempting to unwind his arms from around your waist again. His scent was intoxicatingly strong this close, and it made it hard to concentrate on anything else in the room. Still, it did little to lull the embarrassment you felt at being caught staring at your Alpha while he was sleeping. 

“S’Okay, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s normal to be curious. Besides, I like it when you touch me like that, it’s nice.”

A calming wave seemed to wash over you, and you knew it was coming from him. You decided to just curl back down with him until he was ready to get up, when a loud knock on the door made you nearly jump out of your skin. You’d forgotten that another person lived here.

“Dean! Jody just called. There’s a case she needs my help on. I’m going to head out that way now!” Sam called through the door, and you looked up at your Alpha in confusion before running a large hand down his face and biting down on his lower lip.

“Okay Sammy, if you need me to come up that way just give me a call,” he yelled back through the door, and you both listened at Sam’s footsteps retreating down the hallway.

Dean’s piercing green eyes scanned your own for a moment before he finally let out the breath he was holding, and unwound his arms from around you. You couldn’t be certain, because you didn’t know him, but you could have sworn you saw dread in them, and that made your heart hurt even more. 

He’d been so content, and almost loving when he’d first woken up this morning, relaxed even. Now it looked like someone had taken the weight of the world and placed it on his strong shoulders, weighing him down, and making him look tired all over again. 

“Come on, let’s get some food, and I’ll tell you a little about what you need to know since you’re my mate.” Dean said, getting up and grabbing a pair of sweats, sliding them up his long bowed legs, and over his tight fitting black boxers that were doing little to hide the fact that he was very well endowed. 

You swallowed thickly around the nervous lump in your throat, and followed your Alpha through the winding hallways and into the old style kitchen. Your eyes trailed over the outdated appliances and things that were all there, and you noticed this place for the first time. Really noticed it, taking in the old style furnishings, and even cookware that hung from the walls. 

“What is this place?” you asked him tentatively, not wanting to upset him in any way. 

Dean turned and looked at you as he grabbed the coffee cup he’d poured for you, and handed it to you before grabbing a slab of bacon from the refrigerator, and throwing it down loudly on a pan in front of him.

“This place is the Men Of Letters bunker. My home. You might want to sit down for the rest of this,” he told you as your eyes widened in confusion and you sat down at the old table in the corner of the kitchen.

Hours later, you were still sat across from your Alpha, trying desperately to make sense of everything he’d told you. 

All the things you had feared all your life were real, and all the things that you had hoped were made up to scare children during campfire ghost stories were real. Even God and the Devil, who apparently was killed by himself, were real.

You were always thought that as a good wife, you were to just trust your Alpha, no matter what. This though? This was a lot. 

You must have looked as pale as you felt, because Dean’s eyes raked over you, filled with concern, as he watched you try and process this new, and honestly horrific, information. 

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to drag you into this life. I swear I didn’t. By law, being a pure blood Alpha it was the only way to get the government off of my back since the Omega shortage has gotten worse. I wouldn’t wish this life on anyone, and I swear I will do everything I can to keep you safe.” 

Dean’s voice was filled with concern and regret. You were almost certain now, that he’d never want you the way you’d hoped. Pups was probably never something that would be in your future, because neither of you were guaranteed a future, and you were literally just something to keep the law of his tail so that he could continue his fight with shit that goes bump in the night. 

Your throat felt like it wanted to close off completely, and you wanted to  curl up in a ball and just die. 

He’d never want you, and that, for some reason, you weren’t even completely sure of, crushed you. You felt so drawn and connected with him this morning. Now you felt so alone. Even with our Alpha sitting right across from you. 

“I don’t… I’m sorry you got stuck with me Alpha. I’ll move into my own room so you don’t have to be stuck with me,” you mumble, and try to stand up. He was faster than you, grabbing you by the shoulders and stopping you in your tracks.

“No, wait, why?” Dean’s eyes shifted nervously over you. “I don’t want you to move out of my room. That was the first time I’ve had a full night's sleep in years. I’m not stuck with you Omega. I picked you. Sure, the law forced my hand as far as having to find you in an Omega compound, but if I would have crossed you on the street I would have taken you home with me right there and then!” 

Dean’s hands moved from the firm grip he had on your shoulders to your waist, pulling you into him, and you let his warmth and scent wash over you. Your mind was all jumbled up, and you felt like you were reeling back and forth like a ship in the middle of a hurricane. 

“Your scent, I can’t get it out of my head. It’s like a drug to me Omega. I don’t think you really have any Idea what you do to me.” Dean’s deep voice dropped several octaves lower as he lowered his face into your neck, taking in a deep breath along your jawline, followed by a deep growl, as his tongue swiftly ran across his mark on your skin.

You shivered under his touch, his fingers setting fire to burn low under your skin with each brush of them. You shook it off the best you could. You couldn’t get lost in him, not yet, and it would be so easy to do. 

“Then why did you tell Sam on the way here that I was just another burden to you,” you asked him, and you felt his head drop to your shoulder, before he let out a frustrated huff.

“Y/N, I said that because I was upset that they forced me to drag you into this life. It’s dangerous, and having a relationship with me is like having a giant target drawn on your back. I didn’t want that from you. You deserved better than me. Some old Alpha that probably will never even be able to give you pups, and a life shrouded in danger. Sweetheart, I said that because I was mad at myself, it had nothing to do with you. You’re not a burden to me.”

You wanted to believe him, you wanted so badly to believe him, but your insecurities were loud, and the words he’d said on the way up here were louder than his words now, and it was all hard to process on top of learning about your new reality.

Sensing your hesitation, Dean leaned down, catching your lips in his own in a sweet, slow kiss. Nothing demanded or need filled. Just a slow give and take. You melted into his hold, the Omega in you clawing just below the surface for you to submit to the Alpha standing before you, and you could do little to fight it.

When he finally pulled away from you, and rested his forehead against yours, your heart was a little calmer than it had been a few moments ago. 

“Let’s just spend the day getting to know each other. Forget about hunting, forget about all this other shit, and just be together. Your heat is very close, and I don’t want stress triggering it early, or making it harder on you than what it is going to be already. I’m going to take care of you Omega, I promise, but you have to trust me. Even though all of this is so confusing for you right now.” 

Dean’s large palm came to rest on the side of your face as your eyes met his. There were so many emotions there that you didn’t understand, but you couldn’t deny the little flutter your heart seemed to do as soon as he touched you, and you couldn’t deny that it was going to be very easy to fall for him. Easier than you thought it would be when you first got here. 

Dean leaned down, his movements slow and calculated, before brushing his lips over your own again. 

“How do you know my heat is coming?” you asked him, only just now registering what he’d told you only a few moments ago.

Dean leaned down again, and took another deep breath along your jawline, a deep growl leaving his lips as his teeth brushed your claiming mark, pulling an audible whimper from you. 

“Because I can smell it baby. Now finish this up, and meet me in our room, I’ll take you for a ride, and we can get some fresh air before we’re busy for the next few days.”

A deep shiver rolled down your spine as you watched Dean’s retreating back leave the kitchen and head towards your shared room.

You had no idea how you were expected to function in this new life of yours, but you hoped that Dean would be pleased with you once you found your footing. Instinct screamed that you needed to please your Alpha, but more than that, you wanted his heart, because in just one night he already had yours.

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Thoughts on RNM 3x10

Well here we are a day late and a dollar short (they’re killing me having to go in early on Wednesdays). But my lord were we blessed this week! I mean blessed and highly favored!! I can’t believe we are basically watching fanfic come to life. It’s amazing how much goodness we are getting. This is our reward for surviving last season. But I digress. Let’s talk about the best episode of this season! Let’s dive in.

Why you gotta step on Hufflepuff, Heath? Don’t you have any idea how amazing Hufflepuff is? SImmer down son.

I agree with Liz. I dislike the Longhorn tattoo too. (I am from Oklahoma afterall.) But I will not be upset seeing Max naked. He may annoy me most days, but he is a pretty pretty man. And I like how sweet he is with Liz here lately. Apparently this brush with death is making him appreciate the magnificent woman in his life. Growth. It’s a good thing. He’ll probably never completely win me over, but the more naked he is the better. (I’m a simple woman.)

Michael feeding his man! I loved this scene. I love how he just wants to take care of Alex. And I love how Alex wanted more kisses, but Michael had to show off his intelligence. Can’t have the bae thinking we’re not brilliant can we. Alex looked so put out! It was great.

So Anaste and Isobel are cute. Not gonna lie. But it’s too late for me to become invested in them this season. I think she’s just this year’s Forrest to be honest. And there is no way that they are not setting up Kybel. Just the utter joy they have in spending time together. I love them.The way Kyle looked at Isobel when she talked about helping people reminds me of the way that Alex and Max look at Michael and Liz. So I cannot see how they cannot be cosmic. And the way they support each other is fabulous. I think they will have the sweetest love story because it’s not going to be falling super hard super fast. I think Kyle is already starting to realize that he has feelings for Iz. And I think Iz will have a moment like Kyle did last season when Iz propositioned him. She’s going to pursue this relationship with Anaste, then realize she has feelings for Kyle. I can’t wait.

Dallas inadvertently teaching Isobel not to violate people’s minds makes him ok in my book. I like him. I still think Heath’s pretty boring, but we can keep Dallas. I mean, Malex’ll need someone to marry them, why not an alien preacher? And I love the fact that we are seeing him interact with Michael first. Poor Michael is probably the worst choice to stall for time. I just love seeing him try to come up with reasons why he shouldn’t leave.

Sassy Max is funny. Of course he would call it a lightsaber. Makes me wonder if he is an actual Star Wars fan, or if he’s just calling it that because that’s what Michael called the sword.

I’m thinking that we’ve had another instance of things that happen off screen. Kyle was obviously not happy to see Heath. Someone has to have told him that they think Heath was the one who attacked him. Heath had the alien mask on when we saw him, so he wouldn’t have seen his face, and the only other time we’ve seen them iAnd nteract was at Liz’s when Kyle was rubbing the vapor rub on Liz’s chest. Not the type of interaction that would make Kyle freak and lunge for his phone.

I love you Jones, but you need to keep your hands off my Kyle. He’s been through enough! Let my son go!! Also, can’t Liz find a better place to keep her bag of notes? And I’m about done with the sheriff lady. How dare! Arresting sweet Kyle. But look at him trying to protect Isobel! They’re not setting up Kybel at all! Nope.

Seriously Isobel, floating a giant smiley face is not the best way to calm someone down. She’s trying though. I love her no matter what. And Michael baby when will you listen to Alex. He’s the only one who knows how to keep his cool under pressure. Poor Dallas running away.

I love how this confrontation between Malex went compared to the last one they had in Michael’s bunker. They could so easily go down the same path they’ve always taken when they disagree. But they are committed to working things out. They are going to be such a strong couple. I am so excited to see them grow! And Michael listened!!! I’m just so proud of them. They have made so much progress!!

Another Kybel moment! They are going to make me scream if they don’t follow through with this! And you have ice powers was hilarious!!

This was a nice little Echo moment. They are not my favorite. But it was nice to see the hope blossom in Max. I don’t think he’s thought that they would find their way back to each other. So it was nice to see Liz admit that she still loves him. He has something to live for again. Good for you Max.

I still think Heath’s pretty boring. I liked the conversation with Michael and Dallas. They really bonded over their crappy childhoods. I want to see them have a great friendship. I like that they are so similar but have chosen such different paths.

Dear Liz, please learn Jones’ mannerisms. It’s really obvious to anyone that pays attention. That way you won’t have to kiss a megalomaniacal dictator next time.

I like how Kyle says he doesn’t like Max but he still wants to save him. I also really like Theo. I wouldn’t be opposed to a flashback with him in it. I’d really like to learn more about the Triad. Where does that leave Max? Did they look for Dallas back in 1947? So many questions. So many that won’t be answered. So if this equation can make Jones’ reign everlasting, does this mean that Max’s body is immortal?

Never thought I’d feel bad for that sheriff. Maybe she’s going to be like OG Valenti and end up being an ally. Or Isobel will mind scape her. I guess we’ll find out.

Kyle looks so forlorn. And Dallas picked the wrong person to tell that he might have to kill Max. I don't’ care how much smack Kyle talks, he will never let someone kill any of the pod squad. He’s just that good. I also think that the equation in the alien symbols will be something that Alex will figure out. In the OG series, Alex figured out how to translate their language. So I definitely think one of the world’s best hackers could figure it out.

And now we’re getting to the good stuff. This scene was everything I have ever wanted for these two. It was soft, sweet, loving, sexy, and hopeful. They are both so all in with this relationship. I always knew that the moment they were both on the same page, then that would be it. There is no turning back for either one of them. And the fact that they brought back cosmic and the song was chef's kiss! Alex’s face when Michael told him he was home was so emotional. They just love each other so very very much. I have cried every single time I have watched that scene. People at work the next day wanted to know why I was smiling so much. I just can’t believe that we are living in the age of Malex. And the chest kiss. But seriously, can we not let these boys have sex in a real bed? Trust me, things start to hurt after you hit 30. Their backs are not going to like them much longer if they keep this up!

So nitpicky time. There were only two small things that annoyed me in this episode. First was Dallas saying that the Lockhart machine had haunted him for 25 years. If he was 7 when he came out of the pod like the pod squad were, then they would all be 32 now. That adds on at least a year from where we are supposed to be in the timeline. Also, did Michael live with two religious nutcase families? Cause he said he was 9 when he was burned at his exorcism. But he showed Max fresh burns when they were around 13 in the season 1 flashback. I know time means nothing on this show, but if I can remember these things, surely someone on the show should be able to.

Anyhoo, that’s all I’ve got this week. I am now going to go have a small breakdown again about Malex. Hope everyone has a wonderful week! Till next time my lovelies!

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[thorne93]

The Stars Made Us (Part 31)

Prompt: In this world, you’re one of the “lucky” ones who got a soulmate, but what if the universe gives you more than you bargained for?

(Prompt challenge – You live in a world where your soulmate can write on their skin and you will get the writing on your own and vice versa. Where they can wash away the ink on their own skin, however, the writing is forever scarred onto your skin until you meet face to face)

Word Count: 2760

Warnings: angst and language throughout, death, torture,

Notes: This was supposed to be for @sorryimacrapwriter​​​​​  and their challenge like a year ago, I think? I still loved the prompt though and have been working on this story for quite some time. This aesthetic was made by @dontshootmespence​ thank you so much! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​​​​​, couldn’t have done it without you, as well as @carryonmyswansong​​​​​ and @arrow-guy​​​​​ and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​​​​

Also, I’ve never really liked the whole soulmate AU thing idea, but this felt so right and it was amazing to write. I hope y’all love it too!!

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As they walked forward, on their left, a giant window came into view. Only this window didn't look outside. It was tilted away from them at a 45 degree view. A view into what appeared to be an operating room - with you in the center on a bed. You were strapped to an odd hospital bed as you looked up, you saw them and your eyes went wide. You couldn't talk, as this woman had covered your mouth.

You wanted to tell them to get out of there. You'd only recently woke up in this room, but you didn't want them to be here. Whatever was going on, they needed to leave. 

"So lovely of you to join us," a woman's voice came over the speaker. 

"Who's there? Show yourself," Charles demanded. 

"Oh, what's the matter, Professor X? Can't stand not being able to read my mind?" the woman asked again, but this time she did step into their line of sight, right in front of your bed. She looked up at the two men.

Charles recognized her instantly. Stephen, however, did not. 

"Rebecca?" he breathed. 

"Who the hell is Rebecca?" Stephen asked, looking between Charles and Stephen. 

"Typical of the great Dr. Stephen Strange not to remember me," she said. "Just can't fit anyone but that over inflated ego in your head, can you, doc?" 

"She's an old student," Charles informed, almost to himself. 

"Ah, ah," she warned. "That's not the whole story, is it, Professor?" 

"Charles, what is she talking about?"

"Why don't you tell him? Tell them both," Rebecca urged before walking to your side of the bed. "I'll make it worth your while."

"Rebecca, let Y/N go. I don't know what you want, but you can let her go. You can have me," Charles said desperately.

"Oh, how sweet," she said with a pouting face. "I don't think so. I went through a lot of trouble to get her here. Years of watching her, watching you, watching the doc..." 

Stephen and Charles traded a look of confusion and worry. 

"Tell them about me, Professor," she encouraged. She hit a button and you began screaming through the gag she'd placed on you. 

"Alright, fuck this," Stephen said, starting to conjure a portal but nothing was happening. "I don't... I don't understand--" He looked to Rebecca in horrified confusion. 

"Oh, did I forget to mention that? Oh, yes. You can't portal your way  in here or use the mirror dimension or any of your other cute parlor tricks, Dr. Strange. And, Professor, you don't go about trying to read my mind. I reinforced this room, this whole bunker the same way Sebastian Shaw did on his submarine. You won't be able to penetrate my mind or anyone else's for that matter, so give up." 

The two men glared at her, their fear and anxiety spiking.

"Alright, what do you want?" Charles demanded. 

"What do I want? I want my life back, but you two made that beyond possible. But what you can give me now... I want to watch you two suffer. So... tell them about me, about how we met, or--" She hit a button, sending more shocks through you, causing you to scream before crying. You glared at her, wishing you could just end her right then and there. 

"Okay! Alright! I'll tell them." He sighed. "Rebecca came to me  when she was 16. She wanted to learn how to control her powers. She'd gotten into trouble with the law, and I offered to teach her. But things weren't working out well. She can clone herself, and one day, at a store, she shop lifted. It was just a few snacks, but she did it using her powers, and she used them again to evade the police until they finally caught her and brought her back to my doorstep. I tried to ask her what had made her break the law again, when she didn't give me a satisfactory answer, I just wrote it off. But she kept breaking the rules, breaking the law. One night, she came into my study. I was focused on my work so I didn't hear her thoughts..." He drifted off, his eyes cast down in shame as if he couldn't bear it. "She came in trying to seduce me. She put her hands on me, she was dressed scantily. She'd turned 18 a few months prior to this and she must've thought it would be okay to come onto me." He gave her a look of anger and rejection. "I told her I cared for her as a student and that was all. When I rejected her, she became furious. She said that I wouldn't help her better her power, that I didn't care and the school was a waste of time. Given the circumstances of trying to harass me in my office, I accessed her mind." He looked at her, as if trying to get her to remember.

"And?" Stephen urged. 

"And I didn't find a girl who wanted to learn how to control her powers, I found a girl who wanted to learn how to evolve her powers. She wanted to learn how to use them so well she'd be left undetected. She planned on moving up from stealing candy bars and chips. She had thoughts in her head of museum heists, bank robberies..." 

"I was a bad girl," Rebecca suddenly said as she began pacing.

"Is this true?" Stephen asked, looking at the woman. "You seduced your headmaster and broke the law and you're mad at him?" 

She stopped in her tracks to whip her face to Stephen. "I'm mad because I loved him. I thought he loved me. All the signs were there. Just because I wanted to do more with my power, he expelled me." 

"With every right," Charles said defensively. "You were planning on killing if you had to, just to use your powers to do harm. I never once gave you the impression that I loved you."

"Oh, don't be so innocent. I saw the way you looked at me. I saw the way you looked in my bedroom at night. You saw into my head all the fantasies I had and never approached me."

"Rebecca, I checked your room because you snuck out after curfew almost every night. I never read your mind except for the night you tried to harass me, and I never, ever, looked at you like any more than a student." 

"If that's what you want to believe."

"Wait, so you were expelled from a mutant school, what's the big deal?" Stephen asked. "That warrants abducting Y/N, hurting her?" 

"Yes, it does. Charles knew I needed help, but he wouldn't listen, he wouldn't help me."

"I tried, Rebecca, I truly did, but you insisted on breaking the law and breaking the rules." 

"You ruined my life. I could've had a good life if I'd graduated, but no, I was 18, with no high school diploma. I had to get a GED. But I tried to move on, tried to forget about how you threw me out like yesterday's garbage, so I enrolled in medical school. That's where Dr. Stephen Strange comes in. World renowned neurosurgeon." 

"I've never met you," Stephen assured with a befuddled look, shaking his head and narrowing his eyes. 

She let out a laugh, clearly humorless. "Ah, to be so easily forgettable. Not like you, Y/N." She looked back to you and hit that button on the small remote again. Your back arched off the table as you tried to move away from the shocking, but you couldn't escape it due to the restraints.

"Try to remember, doctor," she encouraged. "You wouldn't want a vegetable for a girlfriend." The shocks continued and you felt your eyes rolling back in your head from the pain. 

"I--I--I--I don't remember," he stammered, upset, trying to think. "You're not a patient, you're not a family member of a patient, you're not a student--Wait, that's it. Yes you are, or were."

"Ding, ding, ding!" she called out and the shocking stopped. You were glistening with sweat as you took your first breath that wasn't wrapped in pain. "That I was, the was is all thanks to you."

"What happened? What did you do?" Charles asked curiously.

"She was a student, a resident student of mine that had made rounds."

"And? Tell them what else I did," Rebecca urged, walking slowly again around your bed, listening. 

"She was a student, but a careless one. I'd ask her to cut right, she'd cut left. She disobeyed me almost constantly. During a procedure, I asked her to do something, and failure to do that almost costed a man his life." 

She rolled her eyes. "He was fine."

"Yes, thanks to me, not you," he said angrily, facing her through the glass that looked down into the room. "I told you to tell me exactly what you were going to do, and you didn't do it." 

"So what? No one else was doing it."

"Wrong," he deadpanned, irate. "Every one of your fellow students narrated exactly what they did during surgery. I let them make incisions, cut arteries, tie them off, because I believe the only way to learn is to do something under my strict supervision. I asked you to tell me everything you were doing, before you did it. You failed to do that time and time again. You were defiant, disobedient, and flippant. I had no choice to do what I did." 

"What did you do?" Charles asked, wondering what could be so horrible.

"I'll tell you what he did," Rebecca interjected. "He failed me on my surgical rotations. He wouldn't sign off on work I'd done. He even went to my dean and gave them a long explanation why they should expel me from the program. And being who he is... they listened." 

Charles and Stephen looked at each other.

"You two ruined my life," she all but snarled. "Now, I'm going to ruin yours. I never thought the universe could be so generous, and yet here we are. I have a 2 for 1 special. Two men, for 1 woman. You both love her so much, that much is clear. I've had the pleasure of waiting, watching. Imagine my utter delight when I find out you have the same soulmate."

"Rebecca, Rebecca, wait," Charles begged as he watched her move around the room. "Whatever you want, whatever you need, we can help you."

"The time is over for help! We are way past that! No, when I got expelled from school, again, I realized it was my life mission to destroy you two. You two who had so much. Both doctors, both living it up in fancy homes, both prestigious in your fields. You had so much and instead of helping people who needed it, you turn your back on them. You lie to them. You ruined my life. I could've had everything, but you took it away from me." 

"Rebecca, there has to be another way," Stephen's voice said. 

"No! There is no other way! In fact, I think this is the only fitting way to end things, don't you?"

"What? No, no, no, no, no," Charles began, pleading. "No, we can fix this. We'll do whatever you ask." 

She laughed callously. "That ship has sailed, Professor, but good try. A+ effort." She rounded your bed and went to a cabinet. "No, I think it's time that your life looked like mine, looked like others that you've failed. I think it's time you two lost something you loved."

"Just take us! Don't hurt her!" Charles demanded, his plea erratic and heartbreaking for you. You began crying. Not for yourself, but to see them go through this. 

"Oh, no, that'd be too easy. I don't want to kill you two. No, no, that's much too simple. I want you to watch as the one woman you love dies in front of you and your powerless. To feel that you can't do anything at all to save her, to fix your life. You'll get to know how it feels, finally. All your power, money, and status can't do anything. Fitting, seeing as all of that destroyed me." 

She smiled as she held a crystal in her hand. 

"I'd tell you to say your goodbyes, but frankly, I don't think you deserve them." She put the crystal in an odd chamber, almost like a birdcage and walked back to the back of the room and went into a smaller room, closing the door behind her. 

You started to panic, trying to get out of the restraints. Stephen and Charles looked on in complete terror. They had no idea what was about to happen.

"Goodbye, Y/N," Rebecca said before something smashed the crystal in the birdcage. A mist began to fill the room and you fought and fought against your restraints. You wished you could tell Stephen and Charles to look away. They didn't need to see this, but you couldn't say a word. Your mouth was taped shut.

A small, selfish part of you though wanted them to continue looking at you. So the last thing you would see was their eyes, albeit full of tears and anguish, they were still the gorgeous blue eyes you'd fallen for. 

You hoped and prayed that even though Charles couldn't read your mind, maybe he could read your eyes. You looked to both men and tried to convey the feelings of love and adoration that you had for them. 

All of this happened in the matter of a few seconds, before you knew it, some sort of hard substance was making its way up your body. 

You wanted to tell them you'd be okay, you wanted to make them feel better, but all they saw was you being covered in a cocoon of what appeared to be molten rock. They slammed their fists on the window, screaming your name, trying to get to you -- but it was futile.

You were covered with stone, from head to toe. You'd never see Charles and Stephen again, and the last thing you'd seen was them fighting for their life to get to you. 

But it was too late. You were gone. 

The two men, upon seeing your body covered head to toe in stone, felt their world implode. Charles screamed, incoherently as he turned around, his hands on his head. He slid down to the floor, tears running down his cheeks. 

Stephen felt cold all over, as if the whole universe just disappeared for him. He'd faced Dormammu, an entity that was going to suck Earth away, consume it. This didn't compare to that. He felt numb. He knew he should be angry, he should be crying like Charles, but all he could feel was... darkness, an emptiness inside him.

Charles didn’t know how he was going to face another day without you. How he’d face the next five minutes without you. His chest felt tight, as if he couldn’t breathe. You two were just barely starting the journey of your lives together, fully, and now you were gone. Charles couldn’t get enough of you once you met. He hated himself for ignoring you for a year, and now that was a year he’d never get back, and he hated himself all the more. A flurry of anger, heartache, regret, and grief flooded his system. He wasn’t sure he was ever going to stop sobbing. 

Stephen felt powerless, uselees. He was a doctor for God’s sakes and he couldn't save the one person who meant more to him than anyone else. He truly didn’t believe in all this soulmate nonsense when the scarring was showing up on him, but it only took a small bit of time near you to see exactly why the universe had cherry-picked you for him. You were strong enough to withstand his anger and his ego. You were gentle enough to get him to calm down and talk about things. You were funny enough to make him double over in stitches when he didn’t feel like even smiling. You were kind enough to make him want to be a better person, to save lives for more than just pomp and show. He wanted to be a good person for you, but also because of you. And now, all of that light, all of the good you did for the world and put into the world was snuffed out.

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[atc74]

Heartbeat - Chapter Four

Warnings: Loss, TW: major character death, Dean’s guilt, Dean’s grieving and being a bit of a dick (understandable), sweet Sammy  (Each chapter will have additional warnings).

Summary: Sam, Dean, and Y/N are sheltering in place at the Bunker, researching this new virus that has created a world pandemic. But what happens when one of your own is immune compromised?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1166

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches​ because she’s the best

A/N: I’M BAAAAACCKKKK, well, mostly :) I know I’m not the only one struggling with life right now, and writing has been hard. Thank you all for sticking it out until I was able to get something together for you guys. This is only temporary and will pass. Keep your chin up and try on your jeans every few days.

BOLD indicates a dream

Heartbeat Masterlist

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Previously…

Dean pulled over a chair and sat down, his eyes never leaving Y/N’s wrapped body. “Honey, I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you. I’ve never been much for praying, but I prayed for you, for us. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Y/N. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you, ya know. You saved me more times than you’ll ever know.

“Even when we were kids, you saved me from myself. From going head to head with my dad, with Bobby, hell even with you. The only person I know more stubborn than me is you. You always said it was part of your charm and you were right, Y/N. I know what you’re gonna say, so I’ll beat you to it. I know you’d want me to salt and burn your body. I know you’d want me to move on with my life, keep going, all that crap. But I don’t want to do it without you, honey. So, uh, just don’t push me, okay. I’ll get to it, but I’m gonna need some time. And, I promise, I’ll salt and burn your body myself. I’ll build your pyre, but not until your dad and Jody, and the others can be here. You deserve our family to be here, so they can say goodbye. I’m sorry you had to go through that alone, Honey. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me the most. I’m sorry I let you down.”

Dean’s sobs echoed through the room and bounced off the cold stone walls, making their way to Sam in the library, where he sat, with a bottle and his own tears.

Now…

“Dean?” Sam knocked softly on his brother’s door. He was worried for obvious reasons. Dean had shut himself in their bedroom, coming out only for booze for the last three days. Sam turned the knob and opened the door softly. His brother was curled in the fetal position, clutching Y/N’s pillow to his chest. “Dean, I brought you some food. You need to eat something.” 

“Get out, Sam.” 

“No, I won’t. You’ve been taking care of me my entire life. It’s my turn to take care of you now,” Sam stated, walking into the room. He sat on the edge of the bed, putting the sandwich down on the side table. “I know how you’re feeling, man.” 

“No, Sam, you don’t.” 

“Yes, I do, Dean. I know how much it hurts. I know how it feels like you lost a part of your soul,” Sam replied softly. “I know how much it still hurts.” 

“Don’t you fucking dare tell me you know how it feels to lose the love of your life! You don’t know, Sam!” 

“Oh, I don’t, huh? How could you forget, Dean? Do you remember picking me up at school to look for dad and when I came back my girlfriend burned to death on the ceiling of our apartment? She was killed by a demon. The same demon that killed our mother! So don’t you fucking dare tell me I don’t know!”

Sam nearly lost it, hearing Dean break down, once again. He knew his brother needed him to be strong for both of them right now, just like Dean had done for him when he lost Jess. 

“What am I going to do without her?” Dean sobbed. 

“I don’t know. But, I’m here to help you. We’ll get through it together.” 

~*~

It had been three weeks since Y/N’s death. There wasn’t a single minute that passed when Dean didn’t think about her. He spent hours scrolling through photos on both of their phones, he dreamt of her, when he wasn’t plagued by nightmares. 

Sam kept a watchful eye on him, making sure he ate, drank water, and showered. He pushed Dean to workout with him, to at least spar, knowing it would help Dean channel some of his grief and anger. 

“We need a case man,” Dean said one afternoon after a heavy workout. “No matter the fucked up powers that be that unleashed this virus, the rest of the supernatural world still exists and people still need saving.” 

“I’ll see what I can find, but are you sure?” Sam eyed his brother warily. 

Dean shrugged his shoulders. “I know I can’t stay cooped up here, man. I don’t want to, but I know she’d want me to go on. ‘Sides, kicking your ass feels good.” 

“Ha, you wish! But, yeah, she would. Come on, showers, then let’s go find a case.”

~*~

“Look, I’m gonna turn in, see if I can’t get some sleep. You should do the same.” Sam got up from his chair, stretching his body. 

“We’re not going to find a case in dreamland, Sammy.” 

“Maybe not, but we’re no good to anyone running on empty,” Sam reminded him. 

“Fine, we’ll hit it again first thing. Night, bitch.”

“Goodnight, jerk.” Sam watched Dean retreat to his bedroom, a smile on his lips, his heart a little lighter, catching a small glimpse of his brother returning to life. He knew it was going to be a long journey, and Dean would never be the same, but Sam was willing to do whatever it took to help him. 

~*~

Dean was groggy as he took in his surroundings, like he had just woken up. The sky was the color of graphite, a storm brewing within the ominous clouds above. He stepped foot out of his baby and a crack of thunder startled him. But, it was what he heard beyond the boom of thunder that grabbed his attention. 

“You don’t get your way, so this is how you think you’ll win?” Y/N’s voice roared louder than he had ever heard it. 

“It’s my world, my creation, Y/N. I can do whatever I want,” Chuck stood a ways from her, his body language menacing in the midst of the coming storm. 

Dean wasn’t sure if that storm was above him or in front of him. He had never seen his wife look more fierce in all the years he’d known her. 

“Y/N, honey? What the hell is going on?” 

“Dean, stay out of this. This is between Chuck and me,” she announced, not meeting her husband’s gaze. She widened her stance, ready to face her enemy. 

“Yeah, Dean. You boys wouldn’t play, so I had no other choice but to take matters into my own hands. Look what you did. You and Sam are to blame for the chaos in the world right now. You are to blame for Y/N’s death,” Chuck smirked, knowing that his words hit Dean where it mattered. 

“Fuck you, Chuck. You think this is all a game? This is our lives, and you’ve been playing us far too long. You think you can ruin the world, take out the weak with a little virus?” Y/N advanced on him. 

“Worked, didn’t it? I added you to my growing collection of bodies, and what’s even better than that? I finally broke the mighty Dean Winchester!” Chuck laughed maniacally, believing he’d found the leverage he needed to destroy the elder Winchester. 

“Well, you didn’t take into account that I’m stronger than Dean, always have been. What’s even better? I’m stronger now than I’ve ever been, thanks to him.” Y/N circled the deity, now keeping Dean in her line of sight. 

“Why are you still here, Y/N? You’re like a gnat. How did you escape your reaper?” Chuck questioned, fury burning in his eyes. 

“Because, I decided this one wouldn’t be reaped.” Billie appeared out of nowhere, holding her scythe as a weapon, not an accessory.  

“And who let you play God?” Chuck demanded. 

“You did, when you stopped being God and decided being a petulant toddler was your new game,” Y/N boomed, her voice carried on the wind. “But, what you failed to take into consideration, there, Chucky, is that I’m not a pawn in your game.” Y/N extended her right arm and, without warning, Billie’s scythe appeared as if she had summoned it, Death’s ring on her right hand. 

Y/N took off at a run, swinging the scythe through the air and as fast as the lightning above, she brought the scythe down square in Chuck’s chest. Lightning cracked and thunder exploded around them. And, then there was silence. 

Dean woke with a start, sweating and breathing heavily as the dream flashed in his head. He tossed the covers from his body and stumbled down the hall. “Sam!” He didn’t bother knocking, but burst through his brother’s door without warning. “Sammy, I know how to stop Chuck!” 

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Firecracker Soul | Dean Winchester

Chapter 1 - Late for School

pairing - mob!Dean x teacher!ofc

word count - 3,414

warnings - language

additional notes at the end

"Walking feet, first graders!"

The end of the school day meant chaos in the hallways. Little kids with big backpacks were running to the front of the school, eager to catch their bus or meet their parents.

Things were busy for a few minutes as Alice stood on the curb and waved goodbye to her students. Just when she thought they were all gone, she realized one of her students was sitting alone on the grass. Her name was Lexi, and she was a total sweetheart. Teachers weren't supposed to have favorites, but this girl was hers. Six-years-old with brown hair and big brown eyes; usually she was all giggles and smiles, but when Alice looked at her, she was picking at the grass with a frown etched on her face.

Lexi's parents were both lawyers, and Alice knew they had busy work schedules. Everyday, Lexi came to class with a slip of paper that said who would be picking her up: Sam, Jess, Castiel, or Hannah. Alice realized just then that she hadn't given her a paper that day. She walked over to Lexi and sat beside her. Lexi wouldn't look at her. "Who's picking you up today, Lexi?" she asked. "You didn't give me a paper. Do you know?" She silently shook her head no. Alice looked at her watch: 4:26. Whoever it was was almost half an hour late, which was unusual for Lexi's pick-ups. "Well how about I call your mom and check in with her, yeah?"

Lexi nodded, so Alice stood up and walked a few steps away to make the phone call. She unlocked her phone and scrolled through her contacts, finding Lexi's mom's name quickly from when she entered all the students' emergency contacts. The line rang and rang, and just when she thought she would get sent to voicemail, Lexi's mom picked up. "Hello?"

"Hi Mrs. Winchester," she said, "this is Alice Berkley, Lexi's teacher."

"Is everything okay?" her mom said, sounding panicked.

"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine," Alice said. "It's just, school ended at 4:00 and no one's come to pick her up yet."

"Christ," she mumbled. "Sorry. That'll be my brother-in-law. He swore he'd be on time. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," she said. "I'll just take her back into my classroom while we wait."

"I don't want to make any trouble for you," Mrs. Winchester said. "If you need to head home-"

"No, it's no trouble," she said. "I'm usually here for a while after school gets out anyway."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, Mrs. Winchester, it's okay," she said.

"Thank you," she breathed out, sounding relieved. "Also-" She laughed lightly. "-call me Jess."

"Okay," she said with a chuckle. "Well, Lexi and I will wait inside until your brother-in-law-"

"Dean," she said.

"Dean," Alice repeated. "Until Dean gets here."

Jess thanked her again, and Alice hung up the phone.

When she walked back over to Lexi, the girl sucked her lower lip between her teeth, looking like she was about to cry. Alice felt her heart ache for her. She reached out her hands for Lexi to take. "How about we go back inside while we wait for your uncle?" she offered. "I've got some snacks, and you know snacks make everything better." Instantly, Lexi's face lit up. She took Alice's hands, stood up, and put her backpack over her shoulders.

Alice was born and raised in Kansas, but it wasn't exactly where she wanted to spend her whole life. Still, it didn't take long for her to learn that things didn't always go to plan. Her plan was to go to college in New York and move there when she graduated. The first part she had accomplished with four years at NYU. The second? Well, there had been a few bumps that led her back to Lawrance. And now, she was a 22-year-old teaching at the same elementary school in Topeka that she had once attended.

As soon as they were back inside and Alice had given Lexi a cookie, she found Dean's number in her phone as another one of Lexi's emergency contacts. She shot him a quick message: Hi, Mr. Winchester, this is Alice Berkley, Lexi's teacher. I already called her mom and told her, but Lexi and I are waiting inside in my classroom, just so you know! One of the secretaries will buzz you in through the office and show you to my room.

Lexi ate the cookie quietly at her desk, and Alice kept turning her phone over in her hands, waiting for it to miraculously light up with something from Dean. Where was this guy?

"I have a real good family," Lexi suddenly said. She licked her lips and looked up at Alice. "They have big grown-up jobs so sometimes they get busy. They still love me lots, though."

"Oh, I know that honey," Alice said quickly. She didn't want the girl to think she was judging her uncle, even though she sort of was. Lexi finished the cookie, and Alice stood up from her own desk. She went into one of the cubbies and grabbed some coloring pages, then sat across from Lexi at her desk and grabbed a box of crayons. She slid a coloring page to Lexi with a smile. "You did really good in math today," she said. Lexi smiled and grabbed a crayon to start to color.

A few blocks away, Dean had finally reached for his phone after a couple hours of sparring with Cas. He wiped the sweat from his brow, took a sip of his water, and unlocked his phone, seeing a text from an unknown number: Hi, Mr. Winchester, this is Alice Berkley, Lexi's teacher. I already called her mom and told her, but Lexi and I are waiting inside my classroom, just so you know! One of the secretaries will buzz you in through the office and show you to my room.

"Shit!" Dean said, almost dropping the water bottle to the ground. He managed to set it down and grab his gym bag.

"Where're you going?" Cas asked as he watched Dean stumble to get his car keys.

"I forgot to pick up Lexi," Dean said.

"Jess only reminded you a hundred times," Cas said. Dean flipped him off over his shoulder as he rushed out of the bunker and into the garage.

Dean got in his Impala and pulled out his phone to find the address of his niece's school, then sped off in that direction. He knew he must've looked like the shitiest guy ever to this teacher, and he knew he'd get an earful from Sam and Jess later on. He loved Lexi, and she thought he was the greatest uncle. He hated letting her down almost as much as he hated letting Sammy down.

Alice was in the middle of singing with Lexi to one of the songs from her classroom appropriate playlist -"Firework" by Katy Perry- when Lexi's eyes suddenly lit up. "Uncle Dean!" she cheered. Alice turned and saw a handsome man walking into the room. He locked eyes with Lexi and smiled brightly, then all but ran over to the two girls and lifted Lexi in the air.

"Hey, kid!" he cheered, placing a kiss to his niece's cheek. Lexi latched her arms around his neck and her legs around his side, clinging to him like a koala. Now, Dean turned to Alice. He not-so-subtly let his eyes rake over her. He knew he was staring, but he never tried to hide when he checked girls out. He didn't care. Why should he? He was Dean Winchester. Girls loved it when he shamelessly stared at them. But Alice didn't stare flirtatiously back at him. In fact, she quickly broke his gaze.

She knew she looked fine. She always felt confident in her teacher outfits. Today she was wearing a sleeveless rainbow-striped dress. Still, she felt weird under his gaze, like something about her was probably out of place. Not that this guy looked all that impressive. He was wearing basketball shorts, a t-shirt, and some black Nikes. His brown hair flopped messily on his head, and it looked like his bottom lip was healing from a cut. His hands were bruised, his knuckles a bit red. Still, he was hot. Undeniably hot. How could someone make such a sloppy outfit look so sexy?

Sexy? Dude, Alice, he's like easily ten years older than you. Plus, that's Lexi's uncle. Not cool. Not cool.

"You're Alice?" Dean asked.

"It's Ms. Alice, Uncle Dean," Lexi said, poking his cheek. "You've got to be polite." Dean cracked a smile, his eyes squinting in happiness as he looked down at his niece.

"I'm so sorry, Ms. Alice," he said, shooting Alice a playful wink. Her cheeks turned warm as she pressed her lips into a tight line to hide a smile. "I lost track of time," he explained. "I feel terrible."

"Don't worry about it," she said, waving a hand dismissively. She grinned at Lexi. "Don't tell the others, but Lexi is one of my favorites. I didn't mind spending some extra time with her." Lexi laughed and buried her head in Dean's neck. He chuckled and rubbed the back of her head.

"Well, it is getting close to dinner time," he said. "Your mom and dad'll have a fit if you're not home soon." Lexi nodded, and Dean turned his attention to Alice again. "What do I owe ya for watching her?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it," she said. "It's not like I bought her dinner."

"I have to pay you back somehow," Dean said.

"It's really fine."

Dean sighed and licked his lips. The two of them stared at each other for a moment, and she was the one to break eye contact again as she looked down at her hands.

"Well, we better get going," Dean said. "Thank you for looking after her. I promise, I will never be late again."

"I might hold you to that," she said back. Dean winked.

"Oh, I'm counting on it."

Alice walked them outside, watched as he buckled Lexi up into her carseat, then sent him a wave as he drove away. She went back to her classroom, cleaned up the small messes her students had left, packed up her things, and went out to her Jeep. While she was teaching in Topeka, she lived in Lawrence, so she had a 30 minute drive home.

As soon as she got to her apartment, she toed her shoes off and peeled off her jacket as she went into her bedroom. She changed out of her dress and into her pajamas, even though it was only a little bit past 5:15. Her stomach grumbled, so she decided to make some ramen. She liked cooking, sure, but after long days at school, she was always too tired to prepare anything. When she spent four years studying elementary education, no one told her how exhausted she would be everyday. Well, maybe they did tell her, but back then, she was still wearing those rose colored glasses. Teaching definitely was not all rainbows and butterflies, but she still loved it.

Her ramen spun in the microwave as she poured herself a glass of wine. She plugged her phone into the speaker that she kept in the kitchen and started playing some music. "Share Your Address" by Ben Platt floated through the air, and she stood on her tiptoes with her glass and danced around the kitchen. Once her ramen was done, she stopped her music and took a seat on the floor in front of her coffee table in the living room to eat. She flicked on the TV and opened the Netflix app so she could put on Criminal Minds, her current guilty pleasure. The show itself wasn't relaxing, but this was her only time to take a breath from work. Her routine everyday was the same. The monotony of her life made her feel like a middle aged lady who had already given up. Is that what all first year teachers felt like?

After watching an episode, she pulled out her folder of math tests to grade. Once she did that, she moved onto finishing the science lesson for the next day. Before she knew it, she was yawning and struggling to keep her eyes open. She crawled into bed and plugged her phone into its charger, then checked her text messages one last time, seeing she had a text from Lexi's mom: Hi Alice! Thanks so much for watching out for Lexi today. She told me you gave her a little snack. You so didn't have to do that! You're too sweet. Lexi absolutely adores you. Please let me know if there's anything I can do to repay you

She smiled at how kind Jess was as she texted her back: It was no problem at all. Lexi is a great kid. I already told Dean you don't need to repay me. I'm happy to help

Jess sent Alice a smiley face back, so she locked her screen and headed to bed.

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Dean smiled as Lexi chatted throughout the entire car ride back to Sam and Jess' house. "I did so good in math today," she said. "Ms. Alice even told me so."

"That's great, kid," Dean said, glancing at her in the rearview mirror.

"My friend Emily even asked me to help her," she said, swinging her legs and kicking her feet against her seat. "Ms. Alice told me I should be a teacher someday. She's so nice. I wish she was like my aunt." She gasped, her jaw dropping as if she just made an unbelievable discovery. "Uncle Dean! You should marry her." The corner of Dean's lip curved up into a smirk.

"Yeah?" he said. "You think so?"

"She's so pretty, isn't she?" she asked. Dean licked his lips and let out a laugh through his nose.

"Yeah," he said. "She's very pretty."

Dean obviously couldn't tell his six-year-old niece what he really thought of her teacher. The truth was, Dean's thoughts were filthy the minute he saw her. She radiated innocence. He could see it when she looked away as soon as he allowed his eyes to rake over her body. Dean was usually one who liked experienced girls. He never saw the point in having a one night stand with a girl who didn't know what she was doing, but as soon as he saw Alice, he couldn't stop himself from thinking about fucking that innocence right out of her.

Dean cleared his throat and adjusted his grip on the steering wheel. Lexi said his name again like she had said it a few times while he was lost in his thoughts. "What's that, kiddo?" he asked.

"Should I tell her you like her?" she asked.

Dean laughed. "I don't even know her!"

"I do!" Lexi said. "I can tell you all about her. She's pretty, and she's the best reader I've ever, ever seen, and she's very nice, and she says I'm her favorite. I'm your favorite too, so you already have a lot in common." Dean laughed again and ran a hand through his hair.

"She sounds like a nice girl," he said.

"You should ask her on a date," Lexi said.

"Why are you trying to set me up with your teacher?" Dean asked, looking at his niece in the rearview mirror again. Lexi shrugged and looked out the window.

"Sometimes everybody's busy," she said. "Ms. Alice is nice, and if you're married, I can see her more."

Just when she said that, Dean pulled the car into his brother's driveway. He turned around to look at his niece, then squeezed her knee so she would look at him. "You okay, kid?" he asked. Lexi pouted and sighed.

"You forgot me today," she said. Dean could hear her voice shake, and his heart broke with guilt. "But Ms. Alice helped me when everyone else was too busy."

Dean sighed and got out of the car, quickly jogging around to get Lexi out of her seat. He picked her up and held her close to him. "I'm so sorry I was late," Dean said. "I'll never, ever, ever be late again."

"Promise?" Lexi asked, looking up at him with the puppy dog eyes she inherited from her dad.

"Cross my heart," he said.

"Good," she said, resting her head on his shoulder. They were both quiet as Dean placed a kiss to the top of her head and walked her into the house. "I still think you should tell her she's pretty," Lexi mumbled as she buried her head in his neck.

He chuckled. "Okay, kid. Okay."

Dean walked into his brother's house, and set Lexi on the ground so she could kick off her own shoes. "We're home!" he called. He and Lexi walked into the house and to the kitchen where Jess was finishing up dinner. Jess smiled at Lexi, though it didn't meet her eyes.

"Hey sweetie," she said, kneeling down to kiss her daughter's cheek. "Why don't you go get washed up for supper?" Lexi nodded and skipped out of the room. Dean put his hands on his hips and hung his head, knowing he was about to get an earful from his brother and sister-in-law. He walked over to the fridge and got himself a beer.

"Seriously, Dean?" Sam said, speaking up before his brother could even open his drink. "45 minutes late?"

"I know," he said, running a hand through his hair. "I was working out with Cas. Lost track of time. Lex already gave me the puppy dog eyes about it, so you don't have to make me feel bad too."

"You're just lucky her teacher is so nice," Jess said. "What if she couldn't stay with her? What if she was angry?"

"Well-" Dean shrugged and took a sip of his beer. "-good thing we'll never know." Jess threw her hands up with a sigh and left the room, presumably to catch her breath before she blew up. Dean watched her and took another drink from his beer. As soon as both men heard her footsteps fade, Sam shot Dean an annoyed look.

"Really?" Sam said to the older Winchester.

"Look, I really am sorry, man," Dean said, leaning up against the counter in the kitchen. "You know I'd die for Lex."

"I know," Sam said, running a hand through his hair. "Can you just be on time next week? You're on every Thursday from now on."

"100%," Dean said. "I already told her teacher I wouldn't be late again." Sam's eyebrows raised as a slightly amused grin grew on his face.

"You mean her cute, young teacher?" Sam teased.

"Young?" Dean asked, scratching his beard before drinking his beer again. "I hadn't noticed."

"Dude," Sam laughed, "she's like 22. How did you not notice?" Dean's lips turned down as he nodded and sipped his beer. "Dean," Sam said with a scoff, "you cannot tap my daughter's teacher."

"Lexi wants me to take her on a date," Dean said with a grin.

"She's hardly your type," Sam said.

Dean shrugged. "Maybe I'm a changed man."

"For a 22-year-old?" Sam said back. Dean shrugged again, a grin growing on his lips. "You're disgusting." Dean just laughed and sat beside Sam at the kitchen table. "How'd the handoff go?" Sam asked his brother.

"Crowley kept up his end for once," Dean said. "Teaming up against Lucifer's made working with him slightly less insufferable."

"Really?" Sam said, raising his eyebrows again.

Dean scoffed. "Emphasize slightly." Sam laughed, and Dean downed the rest of his beer. "How's party planning?" he asked as he walked into the kitchen to get rid of his beer bottle. Now, Sam laughed.

"Jess is thriving," Sam said. "I just want it to be over so we can actually start working."

Dean scoffed. "Classic, Sammy."

"Shut up," Sam said. Dean grinned and sighed.

"Alright," he said. "I'll catch you at dinner on Saturday."

Dean headed back out to his Impala and drove to his apartment. The whole time, his mind was reeling. Then again, his mind was always reeling. Between the job and Sam's firm opening up, he hardly had time to take a breath. Now though, he was thinking of Alice. Dean wasn't a creep, but when he had his eyes set on a woman, he got her.

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Sunshine - Chapter 2

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Word Count: 1642

Pairing: Sam x OC Sunny

Series Summary: The Winchesters meet a cheerful hunter named Sunny, who quickly captures Sam’s attention. Little do any of them know what lies in store when Sunny gets invited to join the brothers. Who can say how Sam, Dean, and Sunny will be some training days, a handful of hunts, romantic dates, a kidnapping, and one vengeful demon later.

Chapter Summary: The Winchesters show Sunny the bunker. 

Warnings: language

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Driving back to Lebanon went a lot faster than expected. Sam attributed it to the anticipation he felt at the thought of talking to Sunny again. Looking at her car in the rearview was nice, but not nearly good enough. Every once in awhile, he would catch Dean smirking at him and honestly didn’t blame him. Sam had a total crush on the woman. 

The two classic cars pulled into the bunker’s garage, one right next to the other. Sunny was already fascinated with the brother’s home base. The garage had about a dozen different cars, all in mint condition. 

She exited the car, pulling out her duffel bag from the back seat. Everything she owned fit inside of it, aside from the weapons that were expertly organized in the trunk. Sunny watched as the brothers grabbed their things and ushered her to the door that leads to the bunker’s interior. Sunny was surprised to see how spacious the place was and was excited to explore it. 

“Wow, it’s just the two of you here?” she asked, looking towards the men. It seemed like there could be room for over a dozen people. 

“Yeah, well, we like to take in strays, now and then. You’ll probably meet Cas at some point, so don’t be surprised if you find a man in a trench coat wandering around. He sometimes stays here as well,” Dean told her. 

“So is that me? One of your strays?” Sunny joked to the older brother.

“Nah. You’re our Yoda,” Dean smirked. The three of them made their way down the staircase and Dean split off from the two, giving his brother a wink before heading to his room. Sam bit back an insult to his brother, instead offering to carry Sunny’s duffel. 

“How ‘bout you pick out a room and then I can give you the rest of the tour?” Sam asked, to which Sunny responded with an enthusiastic nod. Sam motioned for her to follow, showing the way to his side of the bunker. Walking down the hallway, Sam stopped in front of a door.

“So, this one is mine right here,” Sam said, giving his bedroom door a small smack. “You can choose any empty room, they are all basically identical so whatever works for you.” 

“I’ll take this one,” Sunny said as she opened the door across the hall. She was met with a basic room, bare apart from the furniture. Sam couldn’t help but smile. He had been hoping that she would choose one close to his. The two walked into Sunny’s new room, Sam sitting on the bed as he watched the woman unpack.

It didn’t take her long as most of her belongings were clothes, but she had a few trinkets as well. Near the bottom of the bag were two photos, each in its own frame. She put them on the nightstand and couldn’t help but smile. She turned to Sam, pointing to one of the photos.

“That’s my sister and me. I was 6; she was 3. We went on a family vacation to Disneyland. It’s one of my happiest memories,” she motioned towards the other one, which showed a couple laughing as they held one another, “This one is from my parents’ wedding day.” 

“So, where are they now?” Sam asked.

“Gone. Have been for a long time now. It was a djinn. My whole family was at home, eating dinner one night when there was a knock at the door. My dad went to see who it was and when we didn’t hear anything for a few minutes, my mom followed. The djinn got to them both before walking into the house and getting my sister and me before we could even notice. It’s funny, my dream was just finishing dinner. 

A hunter who had caught wind of the djinn, ended up killing it right there in my living room. I was the only survivor. I was 22 and my whole family was dead. I had no extended family, no clue what I was going to do. So, I decided to start hunting. The one who saved me, Jason, he taught me the basics before I went off on my own. Last I heard, he had moved to Hawaii.” 

“Wow, I’m so sorry,” Sam empathized. He knew loss quite well by now. 

“At least I know that they got to live long, happy lives. Even if it was just in their heads,” she said. Her positivity was something Sam was glad to be around. Sure, he wasn’t entirely negative but the shit that he and Dean had gone through made them rough around the edges. Sunny, on the other hand, seemed to seep optimism from her pores. Sam found it refreshing.

Sunny continued to unpack her things, pulling out a few worn-down novels, a lavender candle, and toiletries. She liked to keep a candle with her. It was something to make motel rooms feel the slightest bit like home. 

Once the bag was empty, Sunny kicked it under the bed. Sam stood and started the tour. He showed her all the main places in the bunker: the bathroom, the kitchen, infirmary, dungeon, Dean-cave, and library. He also showed off the gun range and mat room where she would be trying to teach the brothers. Once he had shown her just about everything, they ended back up in the hallway that led to their rooms. 

“I am gonna go unpack my duffel, let you get settled. Dean and I will be in the library later; you’re more than welcome to join us.” Sam smiled at Sunny before leaving. Sunny simply nodded in response. She decided to take a shower, more than thrilled to be somewhere other than a motel. The water pressure in those places is horrendous. 

Walking into the bathroom, she locked the door behind her and scoped the layout. The shower was nicer than she was used to, stepping onto the cool tile and looking over the knobs. She quickly figured out which one was connected to the hot water and turned it up. Soon, the warm water washed over her, all the tension in her muscles quickly dissipating. Sunny took her time, enjoying a quality shower for the first time in what felt like forever. She didn’t want to use up all the hot water in case one of the brothers wanted a shower, so she sadly turned off the water and wrapped a fluffy towel around her. 

Her bare feet padded towards her room, finding it with relative ease. She decided to dress for comfort, pulling on a pair of grey sweatpants and a pink crop top. Using the towel, Sunny squeezed most of the water from her hair before heading out to meet the brothers in the library. 

Only making one wrong turn, it didn’t take long before she found the two brothers sitting at the center table. Sam and Dean turned at the sound of her entering the room, Sam trying his best not to show a reaction. He was once again baffled by her beauty. Even in sweatpants and wet hair, she was basically irresistible. 

“Hey, Sunny,” Dean greeted, motioning for her to sit at the table. She sat, giving the older brother her attention. “Whatcha want for dinner? I was thinking of getting take-out.” 

“I eat just about anything,” Sunny said, “I’m not picky.” 

“Mexican?” Dean offered. 

“Yeah, sure. A burrito sounds fantastic,” she agreed. Dean chuckled, taking Sam’s order before leaving to go grab dinner. 

Sunny couldn’t help but stand, fascinated by the number of books in the bunker’s library. Her hands skimmed the spines, her head tilted to read the titles. She was mesmerized by the amount of literature, her eyes sparkling as she cataloged the material. 

Sam couldn’t take his eyes off of her, appreciating her wonder. He almost couldn’t bear it. She was just perfect. Standing, he walked over to where she stood. She looked up, smiling when she met his eyes.

“Yes, Sam?” Sunny batted her eyes. It was apparent he wanted to say something. 

“I know this might be a little… forward, but I like you, Sunshine,” Sam reached down, taking her hand in his, “I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me?” He was nervous; it had been years since he had asked a girl on a date. He felt like a teenage boy all over again, his heart racing as he looked at the beautiful girl. Her smile grew even bigger, and he could swear her eyes were sparkling. 

“I like you too, Sam,” she said, “I would love to go on a date with you.” Sam grinned, a slight blush creeping onto his face. He nodded slightly, trying to contain his giddiness. With his free hand, he brushed her cheek before going back to his seat. He didn’t want to rush anything. Not with her. Sunny was exceptional, and he wanted to make sure that she knew it. 

Sunny turned back to the shelves, rocking slightly on the balls of her feet. She was excited to see where things went with Sam. They had been drawn to one another right away. It felt right to pursue something more than just friends.

The two stayed where they were, with Sam nursing a beer and Sunny looking at the titles of books until Dean returned with dinner. Immediately, the older brother could sense that something was different between the two. Glancing at Sam, he saw his younger brother give a small nod to confirm that something had indeed happened when he was gone. Dean was proud of Sam; it wasn’t every day that he was this bold around women. But even Dean knew that Sunny was different. 

That she was someone that had the capability to change Sam’s life.

Chapter 3 ->

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[didntwanderstillgotlost]

Winchesters and Angels (and God)

I’m gonna apologize in advance for the absolute trainwreck that is this fic. @malvenue and I spent 3 hours yesterday morning texting each other this mess and I decided I had to turn it into a fic and inflict it on the rest of you. So, here’s some Destiel and Sabriel crack. Enjoy!

Gabriel popped into the bunker and found Sam sitting at one of the tables in the library. He sat down in the chair across from him.

“Hey, Sammy. Did you know I have PTSD?” He couldn’t hide the shit eating grin on his face, but it didn’t matter because, without looking up from the book he was reading, Sam said,

“Don’t we all.” Gabriel’s face fell.

“Oh. Are you okay? Do you wanna talk about it? Do you need a hug?” He grinned again. “I could probably cure it with some CBT.” That got Sam to look up.

“Cognitive behavioral therapy?”

“Cock and ball torture.” Sam coughed.

“I’M NOT EVEN INTO THAT, GABE!”

“I’m just saying things until you say yes to something.”

“JUST GIVE ME A HUG YOU FREAK!”

“Oh. Okay, sure, we can do that.” Gabriel stood up and wrapped himself around Sam. “So, you want me to suck you off now or--.”

“GABE, I SWEAR TO GOD!”

“You called?” Jack asked, causing both of them to jump. Gabriel was grinning again.

“Yeah, I was just telling Sammy that--.”

“GABRIEL, HE IS THREE!” Across the room, Dean leaned closer to Cas and said,

“How come you know exactly what I want, but Gabe can’t figure Sammy out?”

“He didn’t get to fondle Sam’s soul like I did with yours,” Cas responded matter of factly. Dean choked.

“YOU WHAT!?”

“I just hugged your soul with my whole true form to protect it from Hell’s flames and demons. I did try to just grip your shoulder but I was afraid I’d drop you.”

“CAN EVERYONE PLEASE LEAVE!?” Sam shouted. Dean stood up and took Cas’s hand, leading him out of the room.

“Did you really scream that loudly when you saved me that you woke Anna up from her angel coma?”

“I was very happy. You were so pretty. You still are butIi never got to cuddle a human soul before and the first one was the most beautiful one.” Dean felt a blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Yeah, okay, buddy.”

“I can still hear you!” Sam complained. “Go away! Gabe, stop touching me!”

“Sammy, you make it sound bad. I was just gently caressing your cheek.”

“MY ASSCHEEK!”

“Still a cheek!”

“How did this become my life?” Jack tilted his head, much like Cas.

“Is that something norm--.” Cas pulled away from Dean’s grip and stormed back into the library.

“No, son, cover your eyes.”

“GABE, I TOLD YOU, HE’S THREE!” Sam cried.

“Sammy, just give the guy a chance,” Dean said. “Also, he was two when he wanted to fuck that crazy chick on that one case.”

“Yeah, you still didn’t tell me about se--.”

“THIS HOUSE IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!” Sam was sounding more and more distressed by the second. Gabriel grinned.

“I can teach you about sex! Come on, Jack!”

“Gabriel, I don’t think that’s appropriate,” Cas said.

“Babe, relax, it can’t be that bad.”

“Dean, I’ve seen Gabriel do some very disturbing things involving various plastic objects and--.”

“ENOUGH!” Sam snapped. “Jack, I’ll tell you, okay? Just please stop guys.” Gabriel smirked.

“Come on Sam! I thought you liked when I--.”

“STOP!” Dean grinned.

“Wow, Sammy, you really--.”

“NO!” Jack looked between all of them, utter confusion written all over his face.

“You totally do!” Dean crowed. San narrowed his eyes.

“Oh yeah? Well have you told Cas about that time in the backseat of the Impala?” Dean stopped laughing immediately.

“Do. Not.”

“I am a celestial being, Sam, and I used to watch over Dean almost all the time,” Cas said and Dean’s eyes widened. “Which time are you referring to?” Sam mirrored Dean’s expression.

“I WAS MORE THAN ONCE?”

“Well, it was--.”

“CAS, NO!” Dean interrupted. “Don’t. And what do you mean almost all the time?” Cas shrugged.

“I just wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“What could happen to me during sex, Cas?”

“Heart failure? Muscle cramps?” Dean had to admit, that was a point.

“Okay, but you didn’t have to watch.”

“I didn’t want you with Anna.”

“CAS!” Cas looked at him and Dean’s heart almost broke at the pain in his eyes.

“That was very painful for me.” Dean swallowed.

“Fuck, Cas, I--. You know I love you, right? I didn't realize back then. I'm so sorry. I'm a complete asshole. I promise I love you.” Cas smiled softly.

“It’s okay, Dean, I know.”

“I am GOING TO BE SICK!” Sam said. Gabriel pretended to wipe his eyes with a tissue from a box he pulled out of nowhere.

“My little brother has grown up so much.” Jack spoke up, clearly still confused.

“Dean and Cas weren’t always together?” Everyone turned to look at him. Dean frowned slightly.

“Why would you think we were?”

“BECAUSE WE ALL HAVE EYES!” Sam yelled. “Oh, here we go again. YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE SO SNEAKY DIDN’T YOU DEAN? With all the longing looks and careful touches and mixtapes and--.”

“Shut up, Sammy,” Dean muttered.

“AND THE PRAYERS, OH MY GOD!”

“Yes, Sam?” Jack said. “I’m right here. Anyway I could always see Cas’s wings around Dean when they were in the same room.”

“WHAT?” Dean turned to Cas, who only shrugged.

“It’s not my fault you can’t see my true form. I had to make sure you were comfortable and safe.”

“Even now?” Jack asked. Sam turned to Gabriel.

“Keep your wings away from me, Gabe.”

“Actually, he--,” Jack started.

“OF COURSE, SAMMY!” Gabriel interrupted loudly.

“Someone please just kill me,” Sam said. “Just end this.”

“Sammy, come on a little wing petting never killed anyone,” Dean said.

“I WISH IT DID!”

“If you died, you’d go to Heaven,” Jack stated.

“No one really dies in this family anyway,” Dean pointed out.

“Fuck you,” Sam grumbled.

“Me?” Gabriel asked.

“You know what?” Sam snapped. “If it shuts you up, YES!” Gabriel grinned.

“FUCK YEAH, I WIN!”

“Sound proof your damn room, Sammy,” Dean said.

“Gabriel can do that for him like I did for--.”

“CAS!” Cas frowned.

“What? You said “Don’t break the walls with your angel voice and don’t let Sam hear me wh--.”

“CAS, DAMMIT!” Sam smirked

“You whimper? Awe, Dean, that’s kinda sweet.”

“That’s NOT what he was going to say. Right, Cas?” Dean shot Cas a desperate look.

“No. Of course not. He, uh, whines?” Dean hung his head.

“On second thought, kill me, too.”

“Sorry, Dean, no one really dies in this family,” Sam said with a grin. “Come on, Gabe.” Gabriel’s eyes glowed a little as he followed Sam down the hall. Jack looked at Dean and Cas.

“So…it’s all okay here?”

“Of course, Jack, why do you ask?” Cas asked.

“You all call me at least 56 times every day,” Jack said. Cas chuckled.

“Abuse of human language.”

“Cas, I cannot BELIEVE--,” Dean started.

“Sounds like conflict,” Jack said. “Bye, Dad!” He waved at Cas and disappeared.

“Dean, why are you upset?

“YOU DON’T TELL PEOPLE, ESPECIALLY NOT SAM, WHAT I DO DURING SEX! Unless it’s something absolutely awesome.”

“But you sound beautiful to me so that must mean that it’s awesome too.”

“Buddy…” Dean could feel himself blushing again. “Just don’t talk about that with anyone else, okay?” Cas paused a little too long.

“Okay.”

“WHO ELSE DID YOU TELL?”

“No one, I just…” Cas faltered.

“WHAT?” Dean watched a few tears slip down Cas’s cheeks.

“You’re just so loving that you sometimes can’t speak so you whimper and it’s just…it’s so beautiful, Dean.” Before Dean could even begin to process how to respond to that, Sam shouted from across the bunker,

“GABE, DON’T DO THAT!” Dean paled.

“Cas, please soundproof their room.”

“GABE, HOLY FUCK!” That was followed by some incomprehensible yelling.

“CAS, NOW!” Cas frowned slightly.

“They’re not in a room.”

“WHAT?”

“They’re…in the hallway.”

“SAMMY, I WILL KICK YOUR ASS IF YOU DON’T GO THE FUCK TO YOUR DAMN ROOM!” Dean yelled. Across the bunker, Sam looked at Gabriel.

“Does he think we're having sex?”

“I mean, I could make you sound like that if you let me,” Gabriel said with a wink.

“GABE NO!”

“SAMMY, I SWEAR TO GOD!” Dean shouted and Sam dragged Gabriel back to the library. Jack popped up in the middle of the room.

“I just left, what now?

“Abuse of language, it’s okay,” Cas said. “We’ll say Jack if we need you, okay?”

“Oh, okay.” Jack disappeared again.

“Your kid takes things too literally doesn’t he?” Gabriel said.

“He did say Cas is his dad first thing,” Sam agreed. Dean studied his brother.

“Sammy, the FUCK were you yelling about? Are you hurt or something?”

“I can’t seem to find any injury,” Cas said. “I just get the sense that--.” Sam cleared his throat loudly.

“No, Cas, please continue,” Dean said.

“No, actually, I should go to my--,” Sam tried to deflect.

“Sam seems to be extremely aroused,” Cas said.

“I’m an angel, Sammy, I told you I can tell,” Gabriel said. Dean smirked.

“Awe, Sammy, that’s kinda sweet.”

“GABE, CAN YOU WAIT TILL WE GET TO MY ROOM THEN?”

“I didn’t do anything, Sam,” Gabriel said with a wink

“Gabriel did you just use your grace to--.”

“Shut UP, DEAN!” Sam yelled as Dean started laughing.

“Gabriel, it’s actually very nice of Sam to let you do that because Dean doe--.” Dean stopped laughing abruptly.

“CAS!”

“What?”

“What did we just talk about?”

“This wasn’t related to your s-.”

“NO TALK ABOUT ANYTHING WE DO ALONE, OKAY!”

“Come on, Dean, a little grace never killed anyone,” Sam teased.

“Sam, I will kick your ass.”

“Don’t bruise it,” Gabriel said. “He has a nice ass.”

“Gabe, I swear to--,” Sam started

“Stop calling Jack,” Cas said.

“You know, Gabe, I think Sammy here would love you to bruise him a little.”

“DEAN!” Dean grinned.

“And I’m sure he would absolutely melt if you bite him a bit too.”

“DEAN, I WILL MURDER YOU!”

“I don’t hear you denying it,” Gabriel pointed out.

“No you won’t, Sam,” Cas said.

“Dean, continue, I’m memorizing,” Gabriel said.

“If I remember correctly, he also really loves when people lick his-.”

“DEAN WEARS PANTIES!” Sam yelled. Dean rolled his eyes. That wasn’t much of a secret anymore. So, of course, Cas had to open his mouth.

“Well, actually--.”

“CAS!”

“What now?”

“No talk about my underwe--.”

“No, no, Cas, please continue,” Sam interrupted.

“Since you didn’t let Dean finish I’ll just lick all of Sam till I figure out what he wanted to say,” Gabriel said.

“NO ONE IS LICKING ME!”

“Sam is aroused again,” Cas commented.

“CAS!” Sam whined.

“Why is everyone yelling at me?”

“Not me little bro. Not me,” Gabriel said.

“Yeah, but you never yell,” Dean pointed out.

“Yes, I do,” Cas said.

“NOT YOU, CAS!”

“I bet Sammy could make me scream,” Gabriel said with a wink.

“Just make sure to protect the room,” Cas said. “You will break everything if you--.”

“If you break ANYTHING with you weird angel shit I SWEAR TO--.”

“Don’t call Jack. Please,” Cas begged. “He doesn’t like conflicts.”

“I wonder where he gets it from,” Dean teased. Cas tilted his head.

“Me, of course.” Dean just shook his head with a fond smile. They stared at each other and Dean could feel himself getting lost in the endless sea of blue.

“Here we go again,” Sam muttered, rolling his eyes.

“I thought they’d stop doing that once they--.”

“Well, no such luck apparently.” Gabriel shrugged.

“Guess eye fucking is easier.”

“GABE!”

“I am not having any kind of intercourse with my eyes,” Cas said, breaking eye contact. “I just stare deep into Dean’s soul and--.”

“Cas, please, not now,” Dean said, blushing furiously. Cas squinted at him.

“You know what, Dean? Why don’t you just tell me when I’m allowed to speak.”

“Wow, Dean, I knew you were an asshole but really?” Sam said. Dean ignored his brother.

“Wait, no, Cas I’m sorry.” Cas just stared at him, looking like a kicked puppy.

“Damn, bro, you really fucked up,” Sam said.

“Sam, shut up! Cas, look, let’s just go to our room and--.”

“‘Our room’. Wow, congrats guys!”

“Sam, SHUT UP!”

“Sammy, does that mean your room is our room now?” Gabriel asked.

“No, Gabe! We are not a couple!” Gabriel mirrored Cas’s expression.

“Damn, bro, you really fucked up,” Dean smirked. Sam rolled his eyes.

“That won’t work on me, Gabe. We are not a couple.” Gabriel shed a single tear. “Not gonna work. You’re not my type.” Gabriel turned to his brother.

“Cassie, come on! How do you do it?”

“Well, you’re at the beginning, so you could try showing the shadow of your wings and breaking some glass. Maybe let him stab you.”

“THAT WAS NOT FLIRTING!” Dean insisted

“Of course it was,” Cas said.

“I was trying to kill you!

“Well, I was trying to prove I was strong because I know you want to be protec--.”

“CAS!”

“Right. I forgot I’m not allowed to talk unless you tell me to.”

“Awe, Dean, are you a little spoon?” Sam asked.

“Yes,” Cas answered.

“CAS!”

“So, you don’t want to be anymore?” Cas asked. Dean closed his eyes for a moment.

“Cas, please stop.”

“Sammy, you can be whatever spoon you want,” Gabriel said.

“Still not into you.”

“I bet Sammy’s a big spoon because he’s a control freak,” Dean said.

“Also, even Cas said you’re aroused when I talk to you so you’re lying, Sammy,” Gabriel pointed out. He turned to Dean. “Also, Dean, that’s sizest. I can be a big spoon!”

“Gabriel’s true form is quite large indeed,” Cas said.

“It’s not sizest! Cas is shorter than me!”

“SO YOU ADMIT IT!” Sam yelled.

“YEAH, I ADMIT THAT YOU’RE A LITTLE BITCH!” Dean shot back.

“Sam is not a female dog,” Cas said. Dean sighed.

“Cas, don’t do that.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot to shut up.”

“The only one who should shut up is SAM!”

“Now listen here you jerk--.”

“Oh, Sammy, you’re so cute when you’re angry,” Gabriel said.

“Gabriel, I swear I will fucking gag you.”

“Oh, PLEASE DO!” Sam groaned

“Sam, I don’t think you’re gonna win here,” Dean said.

“Sam is aroused again,” Cas stated. Dean grinned.

“Cas, did I tell you how much I love to hear you speak?” He turned to Gabe. “I told you Sam is a control freak.”

“I have no problem with that.”

“You can all go straight to hell,” Sam muttered.

“We’ve all been there, Sam,” everyone else said at once.

“Hey, Sammy, what were you planning on gagging me with?” Gabriel asked.

“Keep talking and you’ll find out,” Sam threatened.

“If I can choose, please gag me with your--.”

“Gross, Gabe!” Dean complained.

“But, Dean--,” Cas started.

“CAS, NO!”

“One moment I’m not allowed to talk, then you love it when I speak. Make up your mind please.” Dean pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You know what? I'm done with this. I'm going to bed.” He turned to leave. Cas, you’re coming with.”

“It’s 4:30 in the afternoon,” Sam said.

“Never said we were gonna sleep, Sammy,” Dean said with a grin and a wink. Cas’s eyes started glowing a little. Dean grabbed his arm. “Come on, buddy.” They left the room and Gabriel looked at Sam.

“So, big guy, how much do I have to talk to get to choke on your--.” Sam grabbed Gabriel’s arm.

“COME ON THEN!” Gabriel grinned.

“Yay, I win!”

#Destiel #Sabriel #crack fic #Jack is God

[katymacsupernatural]

Hidden in the Shadows

Dean Winchester x Reader

1400 Words

Written For: @heavenandhellbingo​ and @spngenrebingo​

Squares Filled: Rebelling against Hell (HH), Secret Admirer (Genre)

Warnings: None

Summary: Y/N is a Demon who doesn’t fit in. She turns to helping the Winchesters, staying in the shadows until one day. 

You had quietly watched from afar, never stepping in. Never getting noticed. You had been fine with that. Watching the Winchesters from afar. Wishing you could help them, but knowing what would happen if you did.

Dean Winchester intrigued you. He was brutal but kind. Smart yet acted as if he wasn’t. He was extremely good looking, with his strong shoulders and jaw, his plump lips and those green eyes. Eyes that showed so much love and compassion for his friends and family. But you feared you would only see hate in those jade colored orbs.

Year after year, you stayed hidden, helping out when you thought you wouldn’t get caught. Taking out Angels, or other Demons. Staying topside to miss the wrath of those down below. Nobody missed you down below, and you were grateful for that. You were stuck in the middle, forgotten by the Demons, never noticed by the humans.

Until Monday. The 24th of January. A day you always remember. If you lived long enough to remember, that is. You had stumbled from your car, parked in the forest where you had thought you would be hidden from the Bunker and its occupants. But as you stretched your arms, a gun was placed against your back, the barrel cold through your sweatshirt.

“Who the hell are you?” Dean growled, his voice recognizable anywhere.

Taking a deep breath, you held your hands up, wondering how you should handle this. You had dreamed of this, many times. Some had turned into nightmares, but some had turned out in your favor. You just hoped that this was one of the good times. “I’m a friend,” you answered.

“A friend? I’ve never seen you in my life,” he spat, turning you to face him, holding the gun up against your neck, his other hand tight on your arm. “Why the hell would a friend be parked in the forest, hidden?”

“Because I wasn’t sure of my reception,” you answered. “Listen, I have no weapons on me. Can we go to the bunker and talk? Or sit in my car? I promise I’m not here to do any harm.”

“Your car,” he answered, pushing you towards it. “You’re not getting into the bunker until I can trust you.”

You could live with that, you thought to yourself as he opened the passenger seat of your little SUV, pushing you inside. He sat on the driver’s seat, his gun still held tight in his hand. “Talk. Tell me why I shouldn’t just shoot you now.”

“Because that won’t work on me,” you spoke slowly and clearly, picking your words carefully. You were nervous and excited at the same time. Finally, you were talking to Dean Winchester. Being this close to him was intoxicating, and if you weren’t careful you could get caught in the depths of that gaze. “I’m a Demon.”

He cursed under his breath, pulling out that legendary Demon killing blade, holding it against your neck before you could blink. “Why the hell would I trust a Demon?”

“I don’t expect you to,” you sighed. “I know Demons are untrustworthy and have backstabbed you before. I don’t expect you to expect me to be any different.”

You could see your answer confused him. “Tell me, why are you sneaking around the Bunker?”

“I’ve been keeping an eye on you,” you admitted. “For years now. Helping out when needed. Always out of sight.”

“How can I believe that?” He asked, pressing the blade closer to your skin.

“Dallas. The ghouls there. Someone came in, killed them before they killed you,” you spoke from memory. “Pinedale. Those three Demons who wanted to hold you captive but suddenly disappeared. Or how about in Tulsa, when those books you needed magically appeared in your room.”

With each memory you rattled off, each time you had helped them, you could see Dean’s confidence wavering. Most were small events, a couple bigger, but you knew they had to be stuck in his mind. They had always been unexplained, a mystery in this crazed world. “Dean, how would I know about all of these unless I had a part in them?”

Your use of his name was the straw. Dean pulled his knife away, running his hand through his hair in frustration. “Say I believe you. Why? Why would you have helped us all these years?”

You wanted to tell him because you had fallen in love with him. But he would no doubt scoff at that. After all, who falls in love with a man they had never met? “Just because I’m a Demon does not mean I’m evil. I left hell as soon as I could. I guess you could consider me a rebel, but that doesn’t fit either. I just wanted to do some good. If I could. And helping you, your brother. Even Cas. That seemed like the best thing I could do.”

“I’m not saying I completely believe you,” he muttered. “But I do want to know more. And I think Sammy and Cas should be in on this conversation as well. Why don't you follow me to the bunker, and we can talk more?”

The bunker. You had never made it inside the coveted space. The wards and spells were too strong for you. Dean kept the blade in his hand as the two of you walked the short distance to the bunker, your footsteps crunching in the snow. You could see your breath, but you weren’t cold. One of the few perks of being a Demon.

Dean opened the front door, stepping inside to let you in, but you hesitated. “Sam shut the wards off!” Dean called out. Seconds later you could feel the absence of the magic, and you stepped through when they suddenly picked back up. They wouldn’t keep you in, but they made you feel uncomfortable all the same.

The bunker was everything you had always imagined it would be. Rich dark cherry wood mixed with light-colored tile. Iron railing that burned your hand. A library in the distance that you just itched to get your fingers on. Sam stood at the bottom of the stairs, curiously peering up at you and Dean.

“Seems like we’ve had a stalker,” Dean explained just as Cas made his way into the room. “She says she’s been around for a while.”

“I did feel a Demonic presence multiple times over the past couple of years,” Cas spoke up. “Never that close, but I think I did mention it.”

“I remember,” Sam agreed. “Wasn’t one time in Pueblo, Colorado? I almost died, but someone saved me. Afterward, you swore there was a Demon around, but we couldn’t find it.”

“That was me,” you spoke to Sam, Dean watching you closely. “You were being held by a witch, and Dean and Cas had no idea where you were. You were in the basement of that two-story yellow house.”

“Why have you never come forward?” Cas questioned.

“I agree. If you’ve been helping us, why have you never let us know?”

You let them guide you to the table covered in a large map, sitting down. “I’m a Demon. Would you have welcomed help by a Demon?”

“We have before,” Sam muttered, making Dean laugh sarcastically.

“And look where that’s got us.”

“Dean, I’d like to hear more,” Sam insisted. “And I’d like to know why she came forward now.”

Dean propped his feet on the table, the blade laying on his lap. But he seemed calmer now, almost like he was okay with you being there. And that thought thrilled you. Made you wonder if someday you could be a part of this group. Be closer to Dean.

“I’ve spent enough time in the shadows,” you spoke quietly, your eyes always on Dean, watching him closely. “I’d still like to help you if you’ll let me.”

Deancocked his head to the side, studying you closely. You could see he still had questions, and you knew it would be a long time before you earned his trust. “You saved Sammy’s life. And that alone earns you a chance. Just don’t make me regret it.”

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Omega Boy

Summary (request): I was wondering if you were open to writing an Omega!Sam x Alpha!Reader? Like, maybe they're true mates and when they meet, the reader triggers Sam's heat, but he's able to keep it under control and gets the readers number. And when he goes home, it gets worse and Dean tries to help (not in a sexual way) and they end up calling the reader and slight smut and fluff?

Pairing: Omega!Sam x Alpha!reader

Square: Biting

Word Count: 1,600ish

Rating: mature (language, smut, claiming/biting)

A/N: Also written for @spnkinkbingo

“Sorry, sweetie. Tall and handsome got the last of it,” said your bartender. You glanced down the bartop a few spots, seeing a man turn back your way.

“S’okay,” you said. “I’ll take whatever’s on tap then.”

The man gave you a friendly smile.

Then you caught his scent.

You blinked a few times, shaking out your head at the instincts that were running through you.

Omega. Your Omega. Mine. Claim. Protect. Home. Mine. Partner. Omega. Pack. Family. Safe. Mine.

You swallowed and got a hold of yourself like that, glancing at the Omega who looked nothing of the sort. He did seem a little uncomfortable and you hoped you hadn’t started drooling over him.

“Uh, sorry about the beer,” he said. You smiled. He was just sweet was all. Of course your Omega was going to be sweet. He smelled sweet, like a-

He started to laugh and you blushed, tucking your hair behind your ear. God, you could feel how hot your face was.

“I could pay for that drink of yours to make it up to you,” he said, not a sliver of nerves about him.

How the hell this guy wasn’t reacting to meeting his true mate like you, you’d never know. Then again, you’d never met an Omega that looked bigger than most Alphas.

“Maybe,” you said, sliding down one seat, the Alpha in you refusing to go all the way over though. “I was looking forward to that beer after the day I’ve had.”

“Really?” he said, sliding into the spot beside you with a smirk. “You seem more highbrow than some cheap IPA.”

“What do I seem like?” you asked, leaning against the counter.

“Smooth bourbon. Or a strawberry wine. Maybe a bit of both,” he said.

“You’re an appletini,” you said with a giggle, the guy breaking into a big smile and chuckle. “No, no, something with musk. Maybe a scotch.”

“Would you like a glass?” he asked.

“Sure. You are buying after all.”

“Sam,” you said to yourself when you got home from the bar. “Sam Winchester. Oh you are such a Sam.”

You you were planning on calling him the next day, invite him out for lunch. After talking to him for the better part of an hour, it was obvious he knew what the two of you were. But he was still taking things slow which was more than okay with you. It made your Alpha instincts all warm and fuzzy to know your future Omega was happy and felt safe around you.

After a quick snack, you headed for bed, smiling when your phone rang and Sam’s name popped up.

“Omega boy,” you said with a smile when you answered. “How’s it going?”

“Not your Omega boy,” said a gruff voice. “You Y/N?”

“Who’s this?” you growled, the hairs on your arms standing up. Maybe Sam hadn’t made it home okay. Or-

“His brother, Dean, and I need you to get your ass over here now. You sent him into heat and it’s bad. None of the usual crap is working to fix it and he mentioned you and just get over here. Now.”

“So...are you guys like some kind of doomsday people?” you asked, following Dean down the stairs in their bunker. You caught sight of a library and smiled. “Oh, I bet Sam loves that.”

“Yeah, he does,” said Dean, grabbing your arm and leading you down a hall.

“Well excuse me,” you said, shaking out of it. “I could smell him the second I walked in here. I know where to go.”

“Well I don’t know you and he’s vulnerable right now. So get in there, get him through the mess you caused and get out. If you claim him, so help me-“

“Excuse me but I think that’s the Omega’s right to decide whether or not that happens,” you spat back. “And mine.”

“You don’t want this, trust me,” he said.

“He’s my true mate. It’s our decision and-“

“And I am telling you, Sammy wouldn’t want this. Our lives our incredibly messed up. He’s not dragging you into it and I’m not letting-“

“Hey,” said Sam, leaning around a doorframe. He looked horrible and in pain, his nose twitching up at you. “Dean. I get where you’re coming from, trust me, I do. But I got to do this.”

“You’re going to bring her, some chick that probably sits in a freaking cubicle all day-“

“Hey!” you said.

“She’s not a hunter,” said Dean.

“I know. I know, Dean,” said Sam with a wince.

“I don’t care. It’s not happening. We made a deal, no civilians,” said Dean.

“I think we listen to what Sam wants,” you said. “It sounds like he made up his mind.”

“If he didn’t feel so awful, Sam would be saying the same thing. We’re trying to protect you,” he said.

“Dean,” said Sam, closing his eyes. “We will teach her. We’ll keep her safe. But she’s my mate, dude. I gotta…”

“...If I find out you’re one of those dickhead Alphas, you and me are going to have problems,” said Dean, narrowing his eyes at you. “Now go take care of him.”

He brushed past you and you heard a door open and close, Sam sighing.

“Sorry. Alpha big brothers mean well but��”

“I got one. Trust me. I understand,” you said. Sam nodded, leaning more against the wall for support now. “Do you-“

“You’re going to claim me, Alpha,” he said, standing up tall, taking a deep breath. “Now get me in bed before I fall over.”

“Y/N,” groaned Sam, his hips falling out of rhythm with yours. “Y/N.”

“Almost ‘mega,” you said, grinding down on him hard. You were leaned over top of him, kissing his neck. He started to shift and you could feel him plant his feet and thrust up hard. You sunk your teeth into his neck the second you felt him come, biting down hard and Sam gasping as you felt like you were smacked in the face. All of those feelings from earlier settled down into something peaceful and you rode him through it, Sam burrowing his face in your neck when you clenched around him and knotted him.

“Wow,” Sam breathed out when you stopped moving. You panted and lay on top of him for a moment, quickly rolling the two of you to your sides, chests pressed against one another. “I ain’t going anywhere anytime soon, am I?”

“Don’t count on it,” you said, rubbing your hand softly around his fresh red mark, kissing the pain away. “Did I hurt you, Omega?”

“No, Alpha,” he hummed, giving you a smile as he glanced down. “Felt good. I feel so good you don’t even know.”

“I know a little bit,” you teased, nuzzling into his chest. “I’m sorry I caused your heat like that.”

“S’fine. It’s a pretty common reaction,” he said, stretching out his long limbs, wrapping his arms around your back. “Mmm, you’re toasty.”

“Don’t let word get out that I like to be little spoon,” you said. He chuckled, the vibrations rumbling through his chest. “Can I ask you a question, Sam?”

“I have a feeling we’ll be asking each other lots of questions,” he teased. “Go ahead.”

“You are the biggest and strongest Omega I’ve ever seen. Like, you’re even bigger than your brother. Way bigger than me,” you said. Sam laughed and shook his head, kissing the top of yours. “I love it but it’s just so rare, you know?”

“Well even if I was Omega, I was raised a different way. Sort of had to grow up big and strong,” he said.

“Judging by where you live, I’m starting to get that,” you said.

“We can talk more about that later,” murmured Sam, tilting your head up to kiss you. “I want to do this for now. I like kissing you.”

“Needy little Omega aren’t you?” you teased, bumping your nose against his.

“Get used to it, Alpha,” he said with a laugh. “I’m going to be stealing kisses from you for a long time.”

You smiled as you sat on the counter in the kitchen, wearing one of Sam’s shirts. He was sipping on his coffee, his long legs dangling off the counter beside you.

“You look cute in the morning,” you said, tickling his cheek. “All sleepy and bedhead.”

“You’re one to talk,” he said, ruffling your hair. You laughed and heard a pair of footsteps enter the room, your hair out of your face by the time you saw Dean nodding his head. “Hey.”

“Hey. Thanks for not stinking up the joint anymore,” he said, going to the coffee machine and pouring himself a cup. “You give her the talk yet?”

“Uh, I claimed him. I’ve already had the talk,” you said.

“That’s a no,” said Dean, turning around. “Sam, you can do it. I’m sure that’ll go over well.”

“Is he mad I claimed you?” you asked when he left. You saw his head poke back around the corner, a softer look about him.

“No. If I thought you were bad, I wouldn’t have left,” said Dean with a smile. “Just...your life is about to get very interesting.”

“Sam?” you asked.

“S’okay. I got a feeling my Alpha will be able to handle it.”

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[codylabs]

The Grey Star

When people of any modern age begin their lives, they awaken in the very center of an inscrutably long story. A story older than their fathers, and their fathers’ fathers. As aged as the forgotten kings, as ancient as the eldest gods. All people have a part to play in the story, everyone who has ever walked or talked or used a tool, loved or been loved, hated or been hated, conquered or starved. They’ve all done something for which ought they to be remembered, honors and sins, lessons their experience could teach new generations, a point of view, a judgement, a word. Yet tragically, despite all the wisdom and experience heaped upon it, history remembers very little. It remembers leaders and warriors for a time, explorers and entertainers for longer, conquerors longest of all, but every one of them fades with time. Our world continues to circle the giant, the giant continues to circle the sun, the oceans freeze and melt with the seasons, and the stars look on from afar, with both ignorance and apathy. Honors are forgotten, crimes are forgotten, and people are forgotten.

I write this today in the fear that our entire world may be forgotten, alongside the crimes committed against it, and the thing that committed them. So read on, and learn the story that gave birth to me, that gave birth to the Keep, and the war against the visitor from beyond.

It started perhaps 130 years ago by my count, though I do not know when you will be reading this, or how you would convert between the length of our years and your own measure. My great-great-great-grandfather was a boy at that time, if accounts have passed accurately.

It was springtime then, when the oceans were thawing, and people were once more breaking up through the ice. One by one they emerged from the slush, shouldered a backpack, sneezed the water from their gills, and looked about to make sure their countrymen weren’t far behind. These were before the days when we knew how to keep buildings warm enough to endure the winter, so every spring began with a race back to the cities and farms that had been abandoned in the autumn, and each family had to rely on the honor of their neighbors, the fearsomeness of our own reputation, and their good running legs, to make sure they could reclaim their property. (I was not alive for that generation, and do not envy them their annual adventure. My great-great-great-grandfather seemed to remember it fondly, however, so I think many hardships are not recognized in their own time.)

Anyway, it goes without saying that most of the people were preoccupied for the first few days, so I doubt many of them noticed anything amiss. It was only when the livestock had finished thawing, and the steam motors were cranking back up to speed, and the gas was again flowing to lamps, that people had the collective luxury to be able to sit back, take a look around, and notice the third moon which had appeared in the sky.

Unlike the other bleak, rocky spheres around the gas giant, this new moon appeared featureless and cloudy, a drop of grey blood in a pool of still water. It did not reflect the sun’s golden glow or the giant’s greenish color, and it did not show itself in a crescent or a half. Instead it was all aglow as if by its own fuel, ever visible in the sky both day and night and eclipse, almost alike to a dim star.

And it was not orbiting the gas giant, it was orbiting US.

We would be fools not to suspect such a haunting visitor of intelligence or malice, and we are no fools. Our scholars and strategists and other great minds studied it with keen intent throughout that spring, summer, and fall, debating as to its size, distance, origin, and capabilities. Bunkers were dug. Fortifications were erected. Messages were launched as high toward the heavens as we could get them, and words were written on hillsides in as many languages as we could think to write them. Words like “who are you” and “what do you want” and “do not dare attack, for we are prepared.” We did not know what to think, of course, and our diplomacy was as one-sided as our knowledge of the heavens, so I suppose it all sounds a little silly now.

That winter never came. Though the sun receded in the sky and the heavenly spheres continued to turn, our visitor glowed a little brighter and somehow kept the cold away. The livestock never hibernated, our industry never ceased, and though we kept a weary eye turned upward, we prospered and continued, storing up food and supplies out of counting.

The next year, the Summer never came. The ice above us remained thick and unyielding for a year and half a year, and those that managed to chip through reported a sky which never glowed brighter than twilight, choked by a layer of black cloud, which seemed to move and shift on its own accord. Above, many animals died in their hibernation, trees tried to bloom and failed forever, while beneath, a score of underwater wars ravaged our people, as we desperately fought over the scraps of food we had recently thought so plentiful. The cloud was gone when the oceans finally thawed, and our visitor hung low, forcing the oceans into tides by its very presence.

It was then that it introduced itself, with inaudible words that were heard in the mind. Only certain people heard its words, anybody who was intelligent, or ambitious, or proud, or irreverent. “Hello.” The visitor said to its chosen rabble of prophets. “I have been testing your race, both publicly and privately, and you have proven yourselves industrious, hardy, and fierce, admirable and clever enough to be worthy of my interest. I have come to you from far away, to help your people free themselves from their primitive ignorance and their petty delusions. Ask me any question, and I shall answer it with a galaxy’s measure of knowledge.”

“Who are you?” Our prophets asked.

“I am an ancient and wise scholar. Greatest among mortal and immortal alike, and higher than all who ever lived.” Our visitor lied. “I am a light of knowledge to all those who ask. I know everything and can do anything. You may call me the Grey Star.”

“If you are so knowledgeable, then what is the meaning of life?” Our prophets tested it.

“There is no meaning.” The visitor lied. “Life is an accident and a coincidence and has no value beyond the value it assigns to itself. Measured against each other, you are valuable. Measured against me, you are not.”

“Where do you come from?” We asked.

It did not give a true answer.

But some of our prophets asked it more specific and practical questions. “How can we recover from the year of winter you cursed us with?” “How can we heal our broken world?” “How could we have survived our winters without hiding in the ocean?” “Tell us the secret of electricity.” “Is the atom the smallest thing there is?” “How can one transmute lead to gold?” “Is there any manner of bullet which can function underwater?” “

Unlike the other questions, it was to these kinds of selfish scientific inquiries that the visitor offered direct and truthful answers. And by the answers it gave, for better or for worse, our world and our people were forever changed. The ways we moved, and farmed, and fought wars changed. Resources slowly became more plentiful, materials became stronger, tools more effective, machines more numerous, weapons more deadly. By so many peculiar steps down the road of insight, life became larger, grander, more capable.

Electric motors and atomic motors replaced steam motors. Electric bulbs replaced flame. Whirling contraptions in long lines replaced the workers in the factories, and the workers themselves joined the ranks of soldiers. Atomic weapons were invented, outlawed, and used anyway. Medicines were refined. Machines became precise. We wove copper coils into thinking contraptions that could manage mathematics and information and other great feats of thought. Strong vehicles of the land and the sea were improved and refined, and were joined by vehicles of the sky. We learned how better to preserve ourselves and to kill one another. We prospered. We suffered. For decades out of count, we knew no end to the worst kinds of war, while from high above, the Grey Star watched and encouraged.

To this day, I am unclear what it had been attempting to do by contacting our people. Was it trying to instill us with awe and fear for its own glory? Was it trying to give us hope, or take our hope? Was it trying to make us forget God, and become wholly secular? Was it trying to expand the horizons of our knowledge and understanding, to make us into higher forms of life? Was it grooming us into a race of warriors for its own usage? Or was it merely trying to provoke a hungry people into a magnificent spectacle of bloodshed, so as to satisfy its own eons of boredom?

I do not know. It did not say.

But, regardless of its intended message, the message we interpreted was clear: that our mastery over our world was being contested. And we knew, with a grim and crystal clarity, and without a single shred of doubt, from the first moment, to a man, we knew: Our true enemy was the Grey Star.

And it had to be destroyed.

Uhhh just some unfinished nonsense that I thought was fun. Ideas and seeds for stories have been bouncing around my head recently.

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[imagining-supernatural]

DeanxReader Oneshot Masterlist

( * means this one has been translated into Spanish)

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~*Bitter – High School aged reader helps Dean solve her parents’ murders, and Dean tries to help her grieve (angst & fluffish)

~*Twenty-One – On your 21st birthday, you celebrate at the bar, but after a few drinks you accidentally let a little secret slip. Sam and Dean might not be able to get over it, and you might have just lost your best friends (angst & fluff)

~*Wingmen – High School AU where Dean gets jealous of all of the dates you’ve been going on (implied smut)

~*Dean’s Stupid Face – Dean can’t speak, so he keeps making stupid faces instead. (Pure fluff!)

*Break On Me – You are having a horrible day and Dean drives over five hours to be there for you (angst)

~*Ex To See – There’s a hunt in your old hometown where you run into your ex. Instead of being the mature adult that you are, you start reverting back to your petty high school self. (fluff)

*Rodeo Hospital – A hunt brings you and the Winchesters together, Dean ends up in the hospital, and angst abounds

*Sit Talking Up All Night – You and your boyfriend are drifting apart, and all it takes is one night and a heart to heart to start fixing the relationship (fluff & angst)

*Hairy Situation – Dean constantly makes fun of your short hair, and on one hunt you get so fed up that you start arguing with him in a coat closet and… well… it’s a coat closet. I think y’all know where this is going ;)

High Noon July Guy – Dean comes into the diner where you work and gets an instant crush on you (fluff)

Waiting – Dean distracts you from your anxious waiting for news from your publisher by teaching you to change the oil in Baby (fluff)

The Bag Man – You speak multiple languages, which often comes in handy on cases (the end is super fluffy, guys. Just sayin…)

~*Notes – CoffeeShop!AU, Barista!Dean, Artist!Reader… need I say more? (FLUFF)

Life Among The Strings – You call Dean in to help with a ghost in your apartment, and he isn’t about to say no to hearing you play violin again (implied smut)

*Away From Redemption – After Swan Song, you help Dean get his drunk ass into bed, but you are both lost in your own pits of depression for this arrangement to last very long (Super Angst)

Love Hurts – The reader is in love with Dean, but knows that he’ll never feel the same way, especially with the feelings he’s fighting about Amara. (Episode 11x13)

*12x02: Mamma Mia – You tell Dean that you’re leaving after you get Sam back, but Dean doesn’t want you to (angst)

*12x03: The Foundry – You comfort Mary, Sam, and Dean all separately after Mary leaves the Bunker (angst)

*Humor Me – After you nearly die, Dean goes into Super Overprotective Boyfriend Mode (fluff)

Break Up With Him – Dean calls you while you’re on a date with your boyfriend and tells you that he loves you (fluff)

*Lego Castle – You come home from a hunt with Sam to find that Dean spoiled your daughter like crazy while you were gone (fluff)

We Survive – You and Dean resolve to keep going on after nearly everyone you’ve ever loved has died (angst)

*Headless Bodies and Bodiless Heads – You mean the middle of a vampire nest isn’t the best place for Dean to declare his love for you? (fluff)

Well-Oiled Hunting Machine – After noticing Dean slipping up on hunts, you think your bad hunting skills have a negative effect on him, so you try to leave (angst)

I Don’t Want To Ruin That – College AU where you’ve been pushing Dean away because of your feelings for him (angst ish? Fluff ish?)

*How Many Tennis Balls? – Dean is too damn adorable and it’s not helping you prepare for your grad school interview (FLUFF)

~*You’re Not There – Dean thinks through memories of you and the impact you had on his life (angst, fluff, implied smut)

*Deliberate Beauty of Humanity – Angel!Reader and Dean cuddling and ticklish wings and it’s hot and beautiful and fluffy and implied smut and wonderful

*252: Break Myself – Dean needs your comfort, but when he shows up on your porch, he finds out that you’re dating someone (angst)

*423: Contagious – After breaking up with you to protect you from his life, Dean is a dark storm cloud (angst with a hopeful ending)

*548: Down With Me – Just a glimpse of a woman in an bar gives Dean strange visions of a future with her (fluff)

*Jealous!Dean Imagine – Imagine when someone flirts with you, and Dean pulls you into his lap to show that you’re his (FLUFF)

*672: Fifteen – You get brought into the police station for a murder you didn’t commit, and who shows up but your high school crush who broke your heart, pretending he’s FBI?

*26: Alive [Acoustic] – Dean was the first one to say “I Love You.” (Fluff)

*1999: Somebody Told Me – Dean heads off on a hunt by himself to get his head on straight, but you aren’t letting him go without telling you what’s been up with him lately (fluff)

*12x13: Family Feud – You and Dean are fighting over… something… but the events with Gavin and Fiona make you realize that you don’t want to fight with him anymore (angst)

*The Other Side of the Bar – Bartender!Dean AU where he has a bet with you each night to see who can keep a straight face the longest. In Sam’s words, “This was the weirdest damn flirting he’d ever seen.” (FLUFF)

The Edge of Possibility – This is your last night with Dean before he heads off to find his own way in life (bittersweet angst)

~*2571: “4:12″ – You’re having a existential crisis about how nonsensical life is and Dean talks you down from throwing away all of your art

*12x17: The British Invasion – Ketch gets on your nerves, Eileen is your awesome new friend, you tease Sam about Eileen, and Dean is an awesome boyfriend. (this summary sucks, but the fic doesn’t, I promise)

What A Weird Hunt – Sam gets bit by a bewitched lamp, and Dean bursts in after the fighting with a giant box of condoms (fluff)

You’re a Freaking Badass – After dealing with annoying people at the third wedding reception in a month, you vent to Dean about societal expecations (fluff)

~Bitch, I Might Be – Classic “Dean helps Reader sleep” plot (FLUFF)

~*Should’ve Gone To Voicemail – You wake up with a giant hangover and a phone call from a very irate ex-boyfriend (Crack)

~*Roll With It – After drunkenly asking Dean to become your housewife and telling him that you deserve kisses every day, you have to deal with him the next day to return his jacket (FLUFF)

~*Ineffable – in·ef·fa·ble - adjective - too great or extreme to be expressed or described in words.  (Implied smut)

~*When A Clock Stops – You have to end things with Dean now that you’re engaged to someone else (Angst, implied smut)

*Takes One To Know One – You’ve been going through a sex-drought recently, and Dean, your best friend, is starting to look a little too tempting. In order to not ruin your friendship, you head to the bar to find someone to break your dry spell

*Dress – Dean and the reader have a conversation about how women buy dresses with the intention of someone taking it off of them just before she leaves for a date. (implied smut)

~*Fibonacci Demons – In therapy, the reader reminiscences about how Dean has helped her want to get better and beat her demons. (detached angst)

A Hell of an Offer – Prompt: “You look so sexy when you’re ignoring me.” (Fluff)  

*Wine, Memories, and a Dance – It’s the reader’s first Valentine’s day without her father and Dean spends it with her (Flangst)

Heat of the Moment – The reader and Sam confront Dean after Jack tells them that Dean said he would kill Jack (Rewrite of the last scene in 13x03) (angst)

*The Unexpected – Dean expects a normal quiet morning with his neighbor, but is surprised when her apartment is teeming with people and life and the kind of life he never imagined she’d be a part of

*12x20: Twigs & Twine & Tasha Banes – Dean heads off to help Max and Alicia right after the reader dumps a big surprise on him

*Hot Mama – After a conversation with Dean about Thor, he decides to tag along to the store with you and have some fun (Fluffy husband!Dean x Pregnant!Reader)

~*Ever Since –  A cute little fluffy drabble based on the song Sleeping Beauty by Dylan Scott (FLUFF!!)

*She’s A Beauty, Such A Cutie – Help yourself to a cute drabble based on the song Can’t Take Her Anywhere by Dylan Scott (Fluff)

*Grand Canyon Kisses –  Heard you wanted a cavity inducing drabble based on the song Back by Dylan Scott (FLUFF)

*Our Own Little Secret – Tossing a fun little drabble your way based on the song Freak Show by Dylan Scott (implied smut)

*A Couple Of Them Beer Buddies – Enjoy a domestic little drabble based on the song Beer Buddies by Dylan Scott

*Crazy As You Want To Be – Did someone order a cute, domestic drabble based on the song Crazy Over Me by Dylan Scott?

*Pistols and Promises – Some idiot demons think threatening Dean’s girl is a smart idea

Breaking Rules -- Friends-with-benefits to lovers

Once In A Lifetime -- Dean remembers the first night he met you

The Books -  You come back from a hunt to overhear Sam and Dean talking about the Supernatural books… which you have become a part of.

Multitasking - Dean’s daughter goes off on her first hunt without him and he is a mess

#deanxreader #oneshot masterlist

[mrswhozeewhatsis]

A Woman of Letters (Getting a Feel for Sam Winchester) - Chapter 22

Summary:  You’ve just opened an occult bookstore in Lebanon, Kansas, when you fall for a tall, handsome customer…literally. You soon find out that there’s more to the world than you ever suspected, including you. Discovering your heritage puts you directly in a witch’s crosshairs, though, so the Winchesters offer to take you in and teach you how to protect yourself. As you discover your own family history with the supernatural and your own hidden talents, you can’t help but wish a certain brother was as excited about your interest as you are.

Total length: 43 chapters, 70,247 words - Read on AO3 - Series masterlist

Chapter word count: 1499 words

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Canon-level angst and violence

You

As soon as Dean had handed you the phone, you had felt Sam’s wall coming down. By the end of the conversation with Crowley, you were getting a steady flow of emotions from Sam. You felt tears prick your eyes as Sam left the room. When Dean explained who Brady was, you understood why. Dean didn’t stop you when you got up to follow Sam, just quietly wished you luck.

You felt the grief and the guilt from Sam before you even got to the kitchen door. Sam was at the table, resting his head on his arms, and a tear fell down your face at the feelings coming off of him. You felt everything ease as you sat there, rubbing his back, and then everything slowly faded. There was still some warmth to his touch when he hugged you, but that faded quickly.

You wanted to run after him and yell at him that it wasn’t the best for you, and how dare he presume to know what was best for you, anyway? You slammed your hand on the table and cursed. Going after him right now wouldn’t get you anything more than you had already gotten. Maybe you could talk to him later.

Back in the library, Dean and Cas were discussing the tests you were going to do with Hank the next day. When Dean saw you come in, and the sadness on your face, he immediately stood up and pulled you into a hug.

“How’re you doing, kid?” He held you away from him far enough so he could see your face and frowned when you shook your head. Dean pulled you close again and spoke softly into your hair. “He’ll come around eventually.” You nodded into his chest and sighed. Dean spoke a little louder and said, “How about with everything else? You hanging in there?” You pulled away from him and returned to your seat.

“Yeah. There was always some question about how he died, so now I know the answer. Knowing that the demon responsible is dead helps, too.” You smiled at the man and the angel, and let the conversation flow back to the appointment with Hank the next day.

On your way to your room, you stopped for a moment outside Sam’s room, and debated knocking. You rested your palm against the door, and felt Sam’s grief and guilt flowing through the wood. You wished you could send him love and comfort the way he was unconsciously sending you his pain. You closed your eyes and imagined you were doing just that, but only got another wave of guilt in return. You turned around and entered your own room, wiping away a tear.

That night, you found the books Cas had mentioned online and started reading. The writing wasn’t Shakespeare, but it had its moments. You read the first book in a couple of hours, and tried to picture the Sam and Dean that you knew as young men, almost still boys. The boys in the book were joking with each other, smiling, having sibling squabbles. Why didn’t the men in this bunker have any of that, anymore? You had a feeling you knew, and the answers would be in the books.

The next day was exciting for you, and you looked forward to even just leaving the bunker. The brothers had decided that you all would go to a motel to do the tests with Hank rather than have Hank come to the bunker and be distracted. Cas would keep watch at the door while Dean and Sam administered the tests. Dean spent the morning making you go over the few self-defense moves you had down, and helping you get used to carrying a gun in the waistband of your pants. After the emotion of the night before, you had hoped that maybe Sam would be more open to you, but when you sat across from him over breakfast, the familiar static was back, covered with a polite smile. After lunch, you all piled into the Impala and headed to the motel to wait for Hank.

When Hank arrived, Sam and Cas were outside, and you heard them give a brief explanation of what they needed from him. All they told him was that you were some kind of psychic, and they were trying to figure out what you could pick up on and what your parameters were. They would be asking him a bunch of questions, and he was supposed to lie for some of them, and let them know which answers were lies.

Before they even let Hank in, Dean blindfolded you. They didn’t want you to get any body language cues you could use later. They told Hank to sit across from you, and told him all small talk would have to wait until afterwards. You heard Hank sit down quietly, and then the tests began.

Cas had tried to teach Dean how to wall up his feelings like Sam did, but Dean wasn’t as good at it. You could still feel him sometimes, but you were able to tune him out and focus on Hank. Sam was asking the questions and tracking Hank’s answers, and Dean was keeping track of your guesses, which you expressed to him via hand signals. After ten initial questions, Sam had you take Hank’s hand, but stay blindfolded. Ten more questions, and then Sam removed your blindfold. You smiled at Hank, and he smiled back at you. The final ten questions were asked and answered, and then everyone took a deep breath.

Out of the first ten questions, you had gotten three wrong. Out of the second ten questions, you had gotten two wrong. You got all of the third set correct. As you looked over the questions, and remembered Hank’s answers, you questioned him on the two you had gotten wrong in the second round.

“Hank, these two questions. You marked #5 as a lie and #6 as the truth. Can you tell me more about these questions so I can understand?” Hank looked at the questions and paled.

“#5. Have I ever killed a human? I said no, because technically, I’ve only killed humans that were possessed, but if you think about it, there’s still humans in there. You just can’t always take the time for an exorcism, you know?” Hank looked at you and the boys sadly. “And #6. Have I ever been in love? Well, I’ve loved women, before, but I don’t know if I’ve been IN love, if you know what I mean. Ain’t no place for love in this life, you know?” All four men nodded at that, and you wished that it wasn’t so natural to them to feel that way. Sam grabbed the sheet with the questions and tally marks, and looked over it.

“Well, with those two questions being a matter of interpretation, it seems like Y/N was dead on through the final two rounds. Taking away sight and touch only lessened her ability, but even then, she got more right than she did wrong.” Everyone smiled at that and you wondered at yourself.

Next came the part of the test that Hank didn’t know about. The five of you just sat around for a while, chatting, with you sitting next to Hank and paying special attention to him. You asked him about the women he’d loved, and asked him to pick one and tell you about her. The wave of affection that washed over you was sweet. Dean asked Hank about his last hunt, and you felt the fear and adrenaline and frustration with every turn to Hank’s story. When you asked Hank about his worst hunt, he didn’t want to talk about it. You put your hand on his arm, looked him in the eyes, and just gave him a small smile while asking him again. He shook his head, but started talking. By the end of the story, you were holding his hand in both of yours, tears shining in both his eyes and yours, as he talked about losing an old hunting partner. When he was done talking, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and hugged him, rubbing his back to soothe him.

When you all started packing up to leave, Hank paused for a moment, gently holding your arm with his hand. You looked up into his face, and he smiled at you.

“You ever need anything, darlin’, you feel free to call me, you hear? I’m sorry about how we met, but I’m not sorry we did. And with your psychic thing, you’d be a huge asset to any hunter when it comes to research and dealing with families. I’m sorry you got dragged into the life, but now that you’re here, you’ve got a friend, if you need it.” You pulled Hank into a hug and thanked him. You each added the other to your phones, and you waved as you parted.

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[the--blackdahlia]

This Life Chapter 10

Title: This Life Chapter 10

Summary:  Dean Winchester is the Vice President of the motorcycle club The Hunters. After almost 7 years in prison, he's free. But things have changed and Dean has to figure out how to put things back together.

Warnings: Language mainly

AN: The song for this chapter is It’s Been Awhile by Staind.

Benny jumped to his feet to grab a hold of Dean’s arm while Lucifer and Gabriel stood ready to attack if needed. Sam waved them down, wiping blood off his mouth.

“I deserved that, I think.” Sam said. He looked at Dean. “It’s really great to see you man.”

“I was worried sick about you, you little prick!” Dean said. But then he reached out and grabbed Sam, pulling him into a hug. Dean noticed there was a lot more muscle, and height, since the last time he had seen the kid. In fact, when they pulled apart, Dean realized it wasn’t a kid he was hugging. Sam even had stubble and everything.

“Come on.” Sam said, waving for Dean and Benny to follow him. He turned around to walk out the door. That’s when Dean noticed the vest. Wayward Sons Motorcycle Club. Dean looked over at Benny, who just shrugged before they followed Sam out of the room. They walked down a hallway before coming back out at the bar that Dean and Benny had broken into. This time, there were people hanging around the bar. All of them wearing Wayward Sons vests.

“Well, welcome you guys.” Sam said. “This is all of us, minus one person.” Dean looked around the room. Out of the six that were there, Dean knew three of them. And two of them he had just met. Dean looked behind the bar. There was a woman there with a blonde mohawk, wearing black jeans, a crop top, and a Wayward Sons vest.

“You let women join?” Dean asked. She flicked a switchblade and pointed it at Dean.

“Have a problem with that pig?” She asked with a bit of a growl. Sam raised a hand.

“Easy Ruby.” He said. She glared at Dean but lowered her knife. “Uh, yeah. That’s Ruby. And that’s Meg over there.” Sam said. A girl with long brown hair with bits and piece of pink peeking out came over.

“Oh, we’re old friends.” Meg laughed. Dean looked at her then over at Benny, who just shrugged. “Arizona. Those big bad bikers were chasing you down.” She smiled.

“You were the other bike?” Dean asked. Meg giggled.

“Guilty!” She leaned in and whispered in Dean’s ear. “I’m an excellent shot.”

“Okay Meg, that’s enough.” Sam said. Meg licked her lips as Sam gently pulled her away from his brother.

“I just love it when he does that.” She laughed. Dean looked at Benny. What the hell kind of club did Sam get himself caught up in.

“Hi. I’m Andy.” The last guy said, offering his hand. A normal handshake and not a knife being presented to Dean. Dean took his hand and shook it. “I think I’m the guilty one for running your friends off from Palo Alto. But after everything Sammy’s been through…” He missed the way Dean’s eyes darkened some at Andy using Sam’s nickname.

“Who’s your president?” Benny asked. Sam looked around at all the members, telling them with his eyes not to say a word.

“You’ll meet him later. He’s busy.” Sam said. “I’m VP though. So if you need anything…”

“Wait a minute, I’m still trying to wrap my head around all of this.” Dean said. “Weren’t you the same kid that said over and over again he didn’t want the club life? But here you are, running around with a bunch of fucking strangers and not your own family?”

“Dean…” Sam started to say. He could feel his club starting to get a little on edge. They were a little protective of him. He was the youngest after all.

“And not only are you a member, but you’re VP? You could’ve been the VP of the Hunters while I was in prison and stepped up to help Bobby when dad died! Did you ever go to his funeral, or were you too busy with all of these assholes? Do you even care?!”

“Dean, that’s enough.” A voice said from a hallway behind Dean. “Leave your brother alone. He’s in the life now, that’s all that matters.”

“Okay, I think I have brain damage. I could’ve sworn I just heard dad’s voice.” Dean laughed some, but Benny turned to look behind them. “Is this a Lion King thing? Is dad Mufasa?”

“Not quite.” Benny said. Benny grabbed Dean’s arm to turn him around. And Dean could see what made Benny spooked.

Because there stood John Winchester.

He didn’t look a whole lot different than what he had looked like when Dean had seen him last on a visit. His hair was a bit more grey, but he had burns covering the left side of his face, and an eyepatch covering his left eye. The tattoos that covered his arms were the same, with some burns on the left side. Whatever had happened to him had taken a toll on his left side.

“Hey Dean.” John said.

“There’s...there’s no way.” Benny said. “We found two bodies in that building. Yours and Bills.”

“You did find Bill’s, yes.” John said. “But the other one was the fucking Horsemen who set the fire.”

“I just don’t understand.” Dean said. “We all thought you were dead! If you were alive, why didn’t you come back or tell us that you were alive!”

“I did it to keep you all safe.” John said. He went behind the bar and poured himself a glass of whiskey. “Ruby, why don’t you set these boys up with some drinks?”

“Sure thing.” Ruby said, grabbing two glasses and pulling a couple drafts for Dean and Benny.

“Dad, I don’t want beer. I want answers.” Dean said. “You and Sam are both alive and well and I thought you both were dead!” Benny took the beer that Ruby slid to him and drank a good chunk of it.

“Well, I lost everything in the fire.” Sam said. “Contacts, phone, everything. I should’ve been in contact but I got swept up in things.”

“Why don’t we order some food and sit down and explain everything?” John suggested. “We’ll go to the house and leave these guys here. They’ll have to run the bar anyway. And we have some good paying customers that come to see Ruby and Meg.”

“What about Benny?” Dean asked.

“He’s pretty much part of the family, so of course he can come.” John said. “I’ll place an order. Sam,  will you lead them over to the house?”

“Yeah.” Sam said. “Just a second.” He disappeared down the hall and came back a second later with a helmet and keys. “Follow me.” Sam led them outside. Their bikes were still the only ones in the parking lot. “I’m parked around on the side. I’ll meet you guys.” With that, Sam walked off. Dean and Benny looked at each other.

“What is up with them?” Benny asked.

“I don’t know. But we better get some damn good answers or I’m shooting something.” That’s when there is a roar of a motor. Sam came around the corner on a beautiful bike.

“What happened to he didn’t want to ride?” Benny asked. Him and Dean had both offered to teach Sam how to ride one. He had fallen off once when he was learning and broke his arm, and he said that he wasn’t learning again. He would only ride with someone until he got to the age that people started to tease him. Then he learned how to drive a car and wanted nothing to do with the motorcycles.

But here he was, driving like he had been born on one.

“It’s not too far.” Sam told Benny and Dean as he pulled up next to them. They nodded and got on their own bikes, following Sam. And he was right. It wasn’t too far. Took about five minutes maybe. It was a little closer to town than the bar, but not much. John really liked his privacy.

Sam parked his bike and took off his helmet, waiting for Dean and Benny to pull in. They pulled in behind him and followed him up onto the large front porch with the swing swaying a little.

“Dad, Andy, and I all live here.” Sam said, unlocking the door and letting them in. “Thankfully I cleaned up yesterday and we really haven’t been home.”

It wasn’t empty, like Dean was expecting, but it didn’t look like a home either. There were a few pieces of furniture, and a TV, but that was really about it. It really just looked like a place they went when they needed to sleep. It was a big difference from the house back in Wolfpine. Hell, even Dean’s apartment had more furnishings than this.

“Nice place.” Benny said. Sam shrugged and made his way into the kitchen. There was some milk, beer, water, and soda in the fridge. When Dean and Benny came in, they could see random boxes of food on the counters.

“It’s just a place to sleep and eat when I’m not at the bar or doing other things.” Sam explained. “I do have some books in my room. I decided to keep reading college level things, even though I had to leave.”

“Are you going to tell us about that?” Dean asked.

“When dad gets here.” Sam told him. Sam looked at Benny. The blood on his face and arm had dried. “Sorry about Lucifer. I would say he really is a good guy, but he’s not.”

“Then why don’t you kick him out?” Benny asked. Sam went to the sink and wet a wash cloth so Benny could clean up some.

“He’s a good member, not a good person.” Sam told him. He handed him the cloth. “I gotta do some stuff upstairs. Make yourselves at home. I think the cable is still on.” With that, Sam was gone. Dean and Benny looked at each other.

“Is that really Sam?” Benny asked. “Because that doesn’t seem like the Sam that I knew just a year or so ago.”

“He’s been with dad. Dad has a tendency to drain the sunshine out of people’s lives sometimes.” Dean grumbled. “But maybe we can get to the bottom of this once they decide to give us some details.” Benny nodded and carefully wiped the blood off himself before they made themselves comfy in the living room and waited.

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[atc74]

The Girl Is Mine

Square(s) Filled:  Fight/Argument for @spnbromentbingo,  We’ve Got Work To Do for @spntfwbingo,  Good Things Come To Those Who Wait for @as-the-saying-goes-bingo

Warnings: Brothers being brothers and fighting over a girl. Language, implied future sexy times, implied poly relationship, jealousy

Summary: Y/N has been seeing both Winchester brothers and the arrangement seems to be working for all three, until it isn’t.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader, implied Dean x Reader x Sam (no Wincest)

Word Count: 1593

Written for: @spnbromentbingo, @spntfwbingo, @as-the-saying-goes-bingo​ and for my own Angelina’s Duets Reboot Challenge for the song “The Girl Is Mine” from Paul McCartney and Michael Jackson. This is also a special request from @foxyjwls007 for being my 4,000 follower! I hope you like it!

Thank you to my beta @amanda-teaches. 

A/N: I had this funny, crackish idea when I put together the awesome playlist for my 4k challenge, because it’s a great song (I’m nostalgic). But then when @foxyjwls007 told me her request, I was hooked! 

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“Every night she walks right in my dreams, since I met her from the start. I'm so proud I am the only one who is special in her heart,” Dean sighed contentedly. “The girl is mine. The doggone girl is mine.” 

“I don't understand the way you think, saying that she's yours not mine. Sending roses and your silly dreams, really just a waste of time,” Sam argued. “Because she’s mine. The doggone girl is mine.” 

Truth be told, through all the years, through all the women, the brothers had never been in this situation before. It was new and uncharted territory for both of them. 

“I know she’s mine,” Dean pointed out. 

“Don’t waste your time,” Sam scoffed. 

“What are you guys talking about it?” Y/N bounced into the room, snacking on an apple. “New case a waste of time, you said?” She slid into the seat to Sam’s right, across from Dean.

“I love you more than he,” Sam blurted out. 

“But I love you endlessly,” Dean professed. 

“What?” Y/N looked from one to the other. 

“But we both cannot have her, so it’s one or the other,” Dean argued. “And one day you’ll discover that she’s my girl forever and ever.” 

Sam laughed. “I don't build your hopes to be let down, ‘cause I really feel it's time.” 

“I know she'll tell you I'm the one for her, 'cause she said I blow her mind.” Dean smirked proudly, like a peacock flaunting his tail feathers. “The girl is mine. Don’t waste your time.” 

“She’s mine,” Sam snapped. 

“She’s mine,” Dean retorted.

“No no no, she’s mine,” Sam stood, getting in Dean’s face, but Dean stood his ground.

“The girl is mine,” Dean repeated. 

Something inside Sam snapped and he grabbed Dean with both arms, throwing him to the floor. They weren’t even fighting, not really. It was more a tangle of limbs and missed opportunities than anything. 

Y/N sat watching the exchange, an amused smirk on her face. Sure, she had been seeing both brothers for the last few months. They both knew about the other, and she made sure they got equal attention. The last they needed in their relationship was to be keeping secrets from each other, so she was upfront with her arrangement from the beginning. She felt deeply for both Sam and Dean and if the King of Hell himself showed and told her to choose, she knew she wouldn’t be able to pick one over the other. Still, the scene unfolding in front of her was entertaining. She set her apple down and wiped her fingers on her jeans. 

“Enough!” she yelled over the grunting and cursing. 

They froze, their eyes snapping up to hers. With sheepish looks, they released each other, climbing back into their respective chairs. 

“Dean, we’re not going to fight about this,” Sam postulated, pulling himself together. 

“Sammy, you know I’m a lover, not a fighter,” Dean smiled. 

“I've heard it all before, Dean. She told me that I'm her forever lover, you know, don't you remember?” 

“Well, after loving me, she said she couldn't love another,” Dean grinned ear to ear.

“Is that what she said?” Sam questioned. 

“Yes, she said it, you keep dreaming,” Dean laughed. 

“I don't believe it,” Sam shook his head, looking down at Y/N. 

“The girl is mine,” Dean sang. 

“Do I get a say in this?” Y/N finally spoke up. 

“No!” They shouted simultaneously. The look on her face made them backpedal pretty quickly. 

“I mean, yes. You do, but it’s me, right?” Sam smiled. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Your opinion is the only one that matters here, so just go ahead and tell Sam you’re my girl,” Dean winked at her from across the table. 

“No!” Y/N held up her hands. “You’re both acting like children right now. When you figure your shit out, I’ll be in my room.” 

“Look what you did!” Sam shouted at his brother, both of them watching Y/N as she retreated to the peace and quiet of her room. 

“Oh no, dude, you don’t get to pin this on me. You started it!” Dean bellowed, pissed that they let it go that far. 

“Whatever, jerk.” 

“Bitch,” Dean snapped back, taking his seat at the table. He avoided Sam’s bitch face while he righted his laptop and journal after their scuffle. He finally let out a loud sigh.“We need to fix this, Sammy.” 

“Yeah, I know. Any ideas?” Sam resumed his position at the head of the table.

“Well, an apology, her favorite wine and a home cooked meal would be a good start,” Dean remarked. 

“I’ll run to town, you start dinner?” Sam suggested and Dean nodded in agreement. 

Dean quickly gathered the ingredients for one of her favorite meals and had everything prepped by the time Sam returned. He placed the wine in the icebox to chill then followed Dean’s instructions, helping him with dinner. They came up with an apology and a plan to get back in her good graces within the hour, just as the timer dinged. 

Sam had prepared a salad and set the table with the finest institutional ceramic plates in the Men of Letters Bunker. They both walked down the hall to Y/N’s room, Sam knocking softly. 

“Come in,” her voice carried through the steel vents at the base of the door and Sam pushed it open. 

“We thought you might be hungry. I made your favorite and we have something we’d like to say,” Dean explained. 

“Alright,” Y/N nodded, getting up from her desk where she had been updating her journal from the last hunt. She followed Sam and Dean down the hall to the library. She stopped short when she saw one of the tables covered with a linen tablecloth. There were two tapered candles in crystal candle holders. A bottle of her favorite wine sat uncorked in an ice bucket. She wasn’t much for emotion, and neither were the brothers, so the lump in her throat at the gesture caught her by surprise. She cleared her throat and moved to her regular chair. 

Sam and Dean both pulled out her chair, one on either side and, once she was seated, they took their own places at the table. 

“I didn’t even know the Bunker had nice things like this; an ice bucket, candle holders. Nice touch,” she commented, looking over the table. The aroma of dinner made its way to tickle her senses, and her mouth started watering. She lifted the cover from her plate. Jalapeno bacon macaroni and cheese with the crunchy panko topping Dean knew she loved. “Dean, this looks and smells amazing.”

“I made it with the crunchy top, just like you like it.” He smiled at her from across the table, his eyes shining golden in the candlelight. “Doesn’t taste the same without it.” 

“Doesn’t taste the same without it,” she spoke at the same time, all three of them falling into easy laughter. 

“Shall we eat?” Sam lifted his own cover. 

The minutes that passed were filled with the sounds of mutual gratification as they enjoyed the meal Dean had prepared. Soon enough, the plates were picked clean and bellies were full. 

Y/N picked up her wine glass, leaning forward, elbows on the table. “So, was this dinner your peace offering?” She eyed them both, sipping from her glass. 

“For a start. Y/N, sweetheart, I’m sorry. My behavior tonight was childish, purposely picking a fight with Sam. It was a dick move, and you both deserve better than that,” Dean offered his apology first. 

“Thank you, Dean,” Y/N smiled, reaching across the table to hold his hand. 

“I’m sorry, too, Y/N. I knew Dean was being a dick on purpose, and I fell right into his trap. This isn’t who I am, who we are. And, I think you know that. You wouldn’t choose to be with us if it was. We’re better men because of you,” Sam reached his own hand over, grabbing hers. 

“Thank you, Sam. I appreciate and accept both of your apologies,” she acknowledged. “However, if this is going to work, we need to talk to each other. No more fighting.” 

“What do you mean ‘this’?” Dean air quoted. 

“I chose you both for different reasons. You’re both good men and excellent lovers, but together, you’re perfect for me. I can’t get what I need from just one of you, and I have decided I want both of you,” she shrugged, draining the last of her wine. 

“Really?” Sam questioned, his brows furrowed at the possible implications. 

“Yes, really. I’ve got everything I need right here. There will need to be ground rules that we have to stick to, like we've been doing, but no whiny baby bullshit like you two pulled tonight. Got it?” Y/N looked pointedly at each of them. 

“Got it,” they replied together. 

“Good. Now, let’s get this cleaned up. We’ve got work to do,” she smiled. 

“Like sexy work?” Dean wiggled his eyebrows. 

“Good things come to those who wait, Dean. Like tearing down the wall in two of the spare rooms to make one large space for when I want all of us to be together. Cool?” Y/N started clearing the dishes, waiting for one of them to protest.

“Cool,” they replied in unison. 

There wasn’t that one perfect person out there for everyone. For some, it was two perfect people that made you whole. That made your family.

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