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[anika-ann]

Errare Humanum Est - Pt.11

Persona

Type: series, soulmate AU series  (part 1, part 2)   x Supernatural

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (past?)    Word count: 3400

Summary: Arrival to NYC is not what neither the Winchesters nor you expected. Like… not even in your wildest dreams.

Warnings: mentions of violence, blood and death, amnesia, swearing... that’s enough, I think, oh and confused Moose and Squirell (it’s a... reference)

Story masterlist

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Natasha slept like a baby – or like a dead. Sam didn’t find either of those options comforting. He couldn’t say he wasn’t glad Rowena had assisted them – but he would also be lying if he claimed to be happy about their particular ‘ally’ on this case.

While Dean’s eyes were glued to the road, Sam’s kept flickering between Natasha’s torso, always making sure she was still breathing, and his tablet, where he had started a search. Manhattan was surely a smaller place than the whole world, but it still had over million and half residents and finding Natasha’s soulmate wouldn’t be easy in the slightest.

He was still searching police databases for missing person cases and for house fires and gas explosions. The only problem was, he had no time frame to search – with Dean, it took three months for him to be resurrected and while his particular case had rather different circumstances (with angels having to fight their way through literal Hell and the whole Righteous Man versus apocalypse thing), Sam had no clue when exactly Natasha died.

It could have been the same day Castiel had brought her to them as well as months ago, years even. It wasn’t helping they still didn’t have her name and didn’t know the circumstances.

In other words, they didn’t have jack squat. Then again, Natasha believed her soulmate was a man, probably around her age – that would narrow down the search then. If they failed, they could always try to create her a tinder account and see who would super-like her.

Sam huffed in irritation and amusement, happy that Dean was pulling over. His legs might have been dying for the past few minutes.

“Where are we?” he hummed, cracking his neck.

Dean tuned down the volume before answering – and really, if the loud music hadn’t woken up Natasha, something must have been seriously wrong, Rowena’s magic messing her up on a level eleven on a ten points scale.

“Harrison, New Jersey. About an hour drive to Manhattan. Figured we would be no good in the overpriced hotels in the city, especially with her like this. Plus, I’m hungry,” Dean replied honestly and Sam raised one corner of his lips in a half-grin.

“Fair enough.” Dean opened the door, climbing up. Sam looked around, confused, not seeing any hotel, only a diner, and it got him get out of the car with an exasperated whisper-yell. “Where do you think you’re going? We can’t just leave her here!”

“Oh, we don’t. You’re staying, I’m getting food,” Dean grinned at him cockily, earning Sam’s famous ‘I’m-so-done-with-you-jerk’ face. “I might get you something too, Sammy.”

“Get something to Natasha too, in case she wakes up any time soon,” Sam growled, but obediently folded his long legs back to the car, casting a glance over his shoulder at their last passenger. “Jerk, isn’t he?”

Naturally, Natasha didn’t even stir, let alone reply.

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She didn’t regain consciousness until late night. When she did, she seemed to be convinced this was what hangover felt like – neither of the brothers opposed her. She ate two good portions of dinner, drank a litre of water and passed out again, absolutely exhausted.

“I don’t even wanna know what she would have looked like if Rowena drained her as much as she wanted to,” Dean noted darkly and Sam silently agreed, ready to hit the hay too.  

“You think she’s safe to be left on her own?”

“You mean if she dies in her sleep? I wouldn’t worry about that now,” Dean shrugged light-heartedly, patting her calf that slipped out from between the covers. She didn’t seem to mind – or notice for that matter. “We might leave the bathroom light on so she wouldn’t crash into something when waking up groggy like before, but I think she’s good now. Get some sleep.”

Sam casted a glance at Natasha’s peaceful face, watching her form moving ever so slightly as her chest was rising and falling regularly. He sighed and made his way to the bathroom, humming in vague agreement. He was still going to set an alarm for every two hours to check up on her.

Funnily enough, Dean’s phone woke him up sooner as they had got the same idea. Sam snorted in amusement as Dean seemed ashamed for being caught caring for their protégé.

The next time Sam woke up, it was only due to his alarm at four a.m. About an hour later, he was snapped from his dreams by Natasha’s loud cursing as her shin met the nightstand; they had forgotten to leave the light in the bathroom on.

Well. At least she was alive and clearly alright enough to walk and talk.

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“So… what happens now?” Natasha asked the burning question as she finished her croissant and fruit.

Sam had been the one to go grocery shopping this time, adding apples to the cart. Dean had been mockingly disgusted, but Natasha seemed ecstatic, discovering she liked red apples better then green ones. It was adorable and Sam felt an uncomfortable pang near his heart when he realized what a little thing like this meant to her, an amnesiac.

He truly wished he had better news for her in a form of some masterplan. The true was they weren’t sure about their next step.

“Now we go to explore the island of Manhattan,” Dean shrugged, causing Natasha to tilt her head and squint.

“Okay…? How is that going to help?”

Dean made a face. “You women are so hard to please sometimes…”

Sam snorted, but quickly fixed his expression when Natasha’s eyes fell on him. He smiled at her tightly with a bit of guilt.

“We’re not sure how to proceed to be honest. Police station is an option, but I searched their databases – they probably won’t have any more luck than I did.”

“Oh,” she said only, her voice sad, her hopeful expression falling. “Can’t you like… eh, post my face on the internet or something? Could that help?”

Sam bit the inside of his cheek, the one ridiculous idea popping up in his head again. He glanced at the woman, her eyes full of steadfast trust in them.

Sam cleared his throat, uneasy sensation in his stomach.

“Well… I actually thought of creating you a Tinder account-“

“Dude!” Dean cried out, exasperated. “You don’t mean that!”

“I’m sorry, you have a better idea?” Sam demanded, irritated as he spun on his chair to face his brother.

Sam was aware it was a lame-ass plan, but there were kind of out of options.

“…what’s a Tinder?” Natasha asked cautiously and Dean answered her swiftly with the ominous words.

“It’s a fuck-app.”

“I’m sorry?”

Sam beat his brother to speaking this time. “It’s a form of a dating site – or better, a dating app for your phone. You create a profile and-“

“So it’s a dating side. Basically. What’s wrong with that?”

“It’s known for finding a quick lay,” Sam explained bluntly, making her eyes widen, blood rushing into her cheeks.

“Oh.”

Dean gestured towards her wildly as if wanting to scream ‘see?!’ when a mixture of emotions played on her face. Sam rolled his eyes and huffed.

Natasha, seeing their exchange, worried her teeth over her lower lip.

“Well… how about we have a trip to the city and if we don’t come up with anything better, we give this a go?” she offered, causing both brothers to look at her as if she had grown a second head. Frankly, Sam was pleased too, though.

“Seriously?” Dean questioned in disbelief.

“We don’t have a better plan, do we? Desperate times. Besides… I have two bodyguards if someone lures me out under false pretences, don’t I?” she asked innocently, an honest smile lighting up her face, her unshakable trust in them showing again.

It made Sam’s stomach flip and his heart melt like hot butter. His lips spread in a smile as well unwittingly and he exchanged a look with Dean, who shrugged.

“You got balls. Let’s go then.”

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It took them an hour to get to the city and find a spot and neither of them had a better plan. Which meant they wandered the streets – earning strange looks for some reason –, postponing the inevitable until they found a small homey café.

Sam gulped. “Well, looks like this is it. We’re gonna dive into the Tinder jungle…”

Dean scoffed as he entered the café, looking around for a free table in the friendly space. It was clear that this wasn’t a franchise type of thing and Sam couldn’t tell he minded.

What he did mind were several pairs of eyes falling on them – and few of them growing wide, having their owners nudge their mates and whisper.

The taller hunter glanced at his companions who seemed equally uncomfortable under the glares. Good, Sam wasn’t getting paranoid then.

The moment only lasted few second though, then an orange-haired barista making rounds approached them with a smile, pointing them towards the counter, breaking the spell.

“Welcome to MDDC. Order at the counter, please. Oh and I recommend our caramel latté. It’s known to be magical,” she winked at them and Sam winced, mentally pleading for no more magic.

Squinting at her nametag, he thanked her for the recommendation anyway.

“Thank you… Terri.”

She threw another wink over her shoulder as she spun on her heels and headed the same direction. Unlike some of the patrons she seemed unfazed by their presence as she should. Yet, Sam still caught some people watching them with interest and shuffled, uncomfortable in his own skin.

“Am I like… famous? Or are they staring at you?” Natasha whispered, cautiously walking to the line of customers.

“They are staring, aren’t they?” Sam agreed, his mind racing. Was it a good thing? What did it mean? Could Natasha be famous?

“Maybe they think we’re all in poly.”

“Dean,” Sam snapped instantly, not amused as much as his brother clearly was, judging by his smirk.

“What? They could,” Dean offered innocently, earning a curious glance from Natasha, followed by a shake of her head.

“I’m not even gonna ask.” Good choice. “Grab me the caramel latté, please? Maybe it won’t taste like coffee too much. I’m… ugh, I’m gonna…” she pointed towards the ladies room and Sam just nodded.

A quick scan of the room confirmed his suspicion – there were eyes following her. Whatever this was, it was about her, not them.

Good news: no one was about to call the police, recognizing them as criminals. Good news no.2: finding information about Natasha might not be as hard as they had thought. Might.

“So, what are we thinking?”

Dean joined him in the line, losing his carefree attitude. “I think it’s worth asking. This ain’t coincidence. I just don’t get it – if she is famous, how did you not find a match?”

Sam grimaced, wondering about the same thing.

“Maybe it’s her family – or her soulmate. They could be annoyed with people, wanting to have their peace. How much it can cost to have someone cover the digital trail? Or maybe they sued someone and it resulted in that.”

“Or we could be wrong and they’re just looking at her ‘cause she an eye-candy,” Dean hummed, sounding perfectly serious. Sam hoped that the look he sent him spoke volumes. “What? She’s cute, we’re both thinking it.”

Sam rolled his eyes , but didn’t protest. “Let’s hope that it’s not the case, otherwise we’re about to sign her up for a ‘fuck-app’.”

This time it was Dean who glared mocked murder. Sam grinned.

“So, guys, what can I get you?” Terri asked them cheerily, genuine smile on her face. It somehow made Sam smile back automatically.

“Flat white, medium for me. Americano, no sugar for him. Tall? Yeah. And one of those caramel lattés,” Sam ordered.

“Here or to go?”

“Here. Add one of those… cheesecakes or whatever it’s called,” Dean requested. Before Sam could ask, he explained. “She liked trying new stuff. And Rowena said she should eat a lot.”

“That’s surprisingly thoughtful of you,” Sam blurted out, not watching his mouth. It earned them a giggle from their barista.

“Shut up, Samantha. You’re paying.”

Sam snorted as his brother aimed for a free table in the back and he pulled out the cash.

“He looks like a piece of work,” Terri commented lightly. Sam silently agreed. “I’ll bring your order to the table, okay?”

“Thanks.”

The boot in a quiet corner was a good choice, though Sam felt a little sorry for Natasha, who would have to walk through the whole café and face the strangely curious eyes.

“Here we go. Enjoy,” the barista landed their coffees and dessert.

“Thank you. Uhm… Terri? Can I ask you something?” Sam asked and straightened in his seat, which earned him a suspicious look from the woman.

“I have a boyfriend.”

“What a shame for the rest of us…” Dean sighed, shooting Sam an amused look when he noticed how flustered he grew.

“Huh? No, that wasn’t what I was-! I mean, not that you weren’t- uh, I mean-“ Sam stuttered, horrified she came to such conclusion.

It was when she giggled, her eyes sparkling. “I’m messing with you. What is it?”

Sam huffed, but couldn’t help but sigh in relief. He even charmed a little smile, trying not to look too self-important and showing he was okay with her teasing him.

“This might sound strange but… I think… people are kinda staring? At our friend? Do you have any idea why?”

“Well… if I could take a guess… it’s… it’s just that she looks so much like her,” she said slowly, glancing around. No one paid them any mind as they lowered their voices.

Jackpot. Sam’s eyebrows jumped and he leaned in, intrigued. With the corner of his eye, he registered Dean doing the same.

“Like who?”

“Cap’s girl,” Terri said simply, her expression darkening and softening at the same time. “God give him strength and let her rest in peace.”

Millions of questions popped up in Sam’s head, mostly whirling about what, who, why, when. A tragedy had struck, that was nothing new, they expected as much, but not an event of public manner.  

“Cap?” Sam questioned, confused. What kind of a nickname-

“Do you live under a rock?” Terri asked with a strange expression on her face. She seemed… surprised and weirded out, honestly. Sam couldn’t help but be offended at such blunt and mean question. “Sorry. Not much of a patriot then? Not from around here?”

“Wait, you mean Cap as… Captain America?” Dean whispered, sounding excited and Sam felt his heart skip a beat.

No way. Sam wasn’t very patriotic, never felt it, but even he knew who Captain America was and what role he had played in history – and present. But… she had to be shitting them, right?

“Well… yeah.”

Apparently not.

“Captain America? The Avenger?” Sam checked, making sure there was no confusion between them.

“Sure thing.” Terri shrugged, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“And she looks like his-…?“ Sam hinted her, trying to mask his impatience and excitement, probably failing epically.

“Soulmate, yeah.”

“That’s…” The younger hunter jerked his head, exchanging a meaningful look with Dean. “…interesting. Can we find her picture online? What’s her name? You know… celebrity look alike game and all that…? They do say my brother here looks like Bradley James.”

Oh yeah, Sam was totally making this up as he went. Dean was going to murder him for that comparison, but sacrifices needed to be made in the name of their rescue case. Terri tilted her head to side, examining Dean’s face, her smile growing wider.

“Huh. You kinda do,” she concluded and smirked. “I always was a sucker for Arthur and Merlin bromance.”

Sam snorted. They had watched an episode of Merlin. Dean had been horrified.

“I hate you. But yeah, do tell us.”

“Sure. But you can just check out the church on West 59th Street,” their barista confided them in – except neither of the brother understand what it meant. Dean was the one to ask.

“Why?”

“It’s the closest church to the Tower,” Terri announced, seemingly bewildered as she looked between the two of them. “How did you miss all this? It was all over the news.”

“We’ve been… travelling a lot.”

“Oh. Okay. You can just check it out. Light a candle for her. She died so a lot of others could live,” Terri explained them softly, clearly about to make her leave.

Sam had one last question though – well, among like million others.

Light a candle for her? What the hell?

“Thanks. Just… how long has it been?”

“Not too long. Few weeks.”

The moment their barista was out of hearing rage, Sam turned to Dean, whose shocked expression matched his own, and started whispering hastily.

“What the hell?!”

“Yeah, I’m right there with you. But it sounds legit. You check it out?“

Sam glanced around before pulling out his tablet. He liked this option better than the Tinder one, but an anxious knot was tying up his stomach as Natasha still didn’t find them at their table. She sure was taking her time. Sam hoped she was okay and wasn’t having a panic attack or something. And that there were no windows she could climb through – because if she was Captain freaking America’s soulmate, she might as well be a superhero just like him.

Seriously – what the hell.

The amount of results for ‘Captain America soulmate’ search was ridiculous, climbing to astronomic numbers. Links to articles, pictures, videos… and lots of the links had only the headline and nothing more to it – they had been deleted.

Sam wasn’t surprised anymore. Once again, if Natasha – which wasn’t her name at all, of course, as he found out – was the one for the supersoldier, there was no wonder someone would want to protect her privacy.

Sam roamed through the links, finally finding a photo – a photo of an altar, a picture of what clearly was a woman of Natasha’s hair colour, though blurred via filter, surrounded by teddy bears, flowers and candles.

The younger hunter gulped, satisfaction at possibly solving the mystery mixing with nervousness and compassion.

“Got something,” he hummed, passing the device to Dean.

“Well, that’s not creepy at all. Found any picture of her that actually shows her?”

Sam glared at his brother. “I’m trying,” he hissed, returning to his search.

He clicked on several videos – it was no surprise they had all been removed. He grunted in frustration, trying out what could be twentieth link, some no-name person Tumblr blog who had reposted it about three minutes ago.

Bingo!

The blurry picture moved a little, showing a blond man standing up from a bed in a plain room, crackling sound in the background. Sam froze the frame, attaching headphones and pressed play again.

The camera finally cleared and… the frame split in two. In the other frame, a woman strapped to a chair appeared, causing Sam’s heart stop along with his breathing.

Holy shit.

Holy.

Shit.

“Dean, you have to see this,” Sam choked out, a lump growing in his throat as he pushed the tablet to sit at the table between them and passed one headphone to his brother. Dean’s eyes went wide upon seeing the people in the video.

“Life is full of hard choices, isn’t it, Captain?” a scratchy male voice mocked the desperate man in the picture and Sam’s shoulders tensed when he realized just how hard choice the soldier was given; two bombs showed in the frame.

Well, shit.

“Steve?” Oh yeah. This was definitely Natasha’s voice. This was hundred percent Natasha. Who wasn’t Natasha, but whatever. “It’s… it’s okay. Go. Go save lives. I… I knew I’d have to share you with the world. Frankly, I didn’t imagine it would be like this, but— you go and be hero. My life is nothing compared to thousands and we both know that.”

“Is that really-“ Dean questioned incredulously, eyes glued to the screen.

“Yeah. I… I think it is.”

They spoke no more, watching the video as if it was the most suspenseful thriller they had even seen. Which it was, because the plot was very much real and they had the main character in the near bathroom. Risen from death.

Someone should probably check up on her, but Sam couldn’t tear his gaze away. It was like watching a train wreck to happen; they knew how it must have ended. Thousands of people Nat in the video had mentioned got to live; because Captain’s soulmate was about to blow up.

Both brothers still winced when the explosion did end the video.

Christ.

Dean slowly pulled out the earplug and gulped, glancing at Sam.

“Well… son of a bitch.”

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Part 12

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Thank you for reading!

(I’m sorry for that GIF use, I had to)

I hope it’s clear enough now that there’s a slight time shift between reader chapters and Steve/Nat/Sam/Bucky chapters (theirs are earlier, while reader had been resurrected a few weeks after her death, about after Steve’s drinking night.) 

 P.S. – I couldn’t resist that little cameo :D If you know who I mean the better, if not, don’t worry about it, Terri is one of my OFCs ;)

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When The Lights Go Out - 1

Re-post

Summary: She’d met Dean before all of this started. Before they had to fight for their lives or end up dead. Before Sam said yes to Lucifer.

Pairing: Endverse!Dean x Reader

WC: 1.4k

A/N: This was written for Kink-Bingo 2019.

SERIES MASTERLIST

The end is near.

That much she knows. She lets out a sigh as she cleans her gun on the small kitchen table in the damn near claustrophobic hut she’s living in. Meanwhile, Dean’s out preparing for the daily strategy meeting.

She can work a gun now, and she can’t say that she’s bad with it, but cleaning it is not one of her favorite pastimes. It once cost her the tip of her forefinger, but she’s learned since. Now she can take a gun apart and reassemble it with her eyes closed. 

There aren’t many of them left, and the few that are still standing, are trying their best to survive. Y/N’s never been a hunter like most people here. Never having touched a freaking gun in her life until… well, until it all started five years ago. Had it really only been five years? It felt like much longer to her. It felt like an eternity.

She’d met Dean before all of this started, before they had to fight for their lives or end up dead, before Sam said yes to Lucifer, before they had to flee and set up a camp. Before, before, before.

Growing up in a small town, Y/N had nothing to look forward to until a handsome, green-eyed stranger walked into the diner where she worked and turned her life upside down.

“Care for an adventure?” Dean had asked, a spark of hope in his eyes, and, yes, she did. She wanted out of her boring life, and Dean and Sam seemed like nice people. They were trying to save the world, as Sam once put it.

That was before Sam decided to tear it apart by saying yes. 

Dean had been stuck with her since, having to teach her everything while worrying about his brother and the lives of people around him, worrying about her.

Y/N didn’t want to be a burden; not that Dean had ever told her she was. Still, she wanted to help as best as she could. So Dean taught her to fight, taught her to use weapons, taught her to kill. And so, after perfecting her skills, she’s now one of the best.

Things have changed a lot in the span of five years, especially Dean. He’s still loyal, he still protects her, he’s never hurt her; he takes good care of her like he promised he would. It’s just… now Dean’s rough.

He’s always worried and angry, always frowning, always ready to start a fight should someone not take his commands well. He’s grumpy and always ready for a kill. He doesn’t trust people; he thinks he has to watch his back.

When the lights go out, Dean likes to let his pent-up frustration out on her, and she’s happy to be on the receiving end. Y/N craves it like air because it’s a way for her to know that she’s alive. To know, that she’s here with him and no matter what will come, the two of them can make it. Fight it until their last breaths. 

Better together.

That much she knows.

He sees her as an equal outside of their bedroom. He asks her for advice on new strategies, he takes her on missions because they trust each other and no one else. And, honestly, that’s what counts nowadays: trust. It’s give or take, and she trusts him blindly. She’ll go to the end of the world for him; too bad they are already there.

Even though she knows that the end is near, she still thinks that they will get out of this. She hopes that they will. Chicago’s only a couple of weeks away. Sam - or Lucifer - had taken on the whole city, and they know that they have to take the fight to Sam. They just needed more time to work out logistics and fine-tune their strategy. Dean will have to make the hardest decision of his entire life, and she’s going to be there by his side. Y/N will help him save the world - or at least what’s left of it.

The troops are gathered around the table, map laid out as Dean explains their next mission.

She’s in the back of the room because Dean went through his plan with her this morning, while they were still in bed, her head resting on his chest as he twirled a lock of her hair. The way he made her feel, almost made her forget the world was ending.

Dean looks at each soldier and fighter individually. He’s always been good at reading people, and now is no exception. He can detect every doubt and address it, if need be. He’s a fearless and good leader. Dean’s the glue that keeps them together, even though none of them wanted to be here but without him, there would be no Camp Chitaqua, and they all know it.

“If any of you still have questions, speak up!” Dean growls lowly, his gaze travelling around the room until it meets hers. 

His gaze emboldens her to do something for him, to cheer him or relax him.

She was stood in the back and no one’s paying attention to her but Dean. To the rest of the camp, she’s Dean’s fuck toy; they pay her no mind or respect, but so long as Dean does, she couldn’t care less.

As his gaze lingers, she pulls the cleavage of her tank further down, and with it, her bra, exposing her tit to him. Dean’s eyes grow wide as he sees her pink nipple and a bite mark next to it.

She shuts her eyes and lets her fingertips brush against her nipple, rubbing at it until it hardens, biting back a moan. For a moment, her mind is blank but for memories of the incredible sex they had last night.  

When she opens her eyes again, every person in the room is staring at her. Some of the men cough in discomfort, making her blush.

It’s not as if they haven’t seen something like this before. Camp Chitaqua is very much an open sex camp. People have needs, and Cas has had regular orgies, in which many people participate. She estimates that the men are staring in disbelief because they haven’t seen her like this before.

She’s off-limits to everyone but Dean, forbidden fruit. Yet, it’s clear that they want her, and Dean doesn’t like it. At all.

“Ahem..” Dean clears his throat and pinches the bridge of his nose, frown creeps on his forehead. “No questions, right?” he barks again. When no one speaks up, he continues. “We’re leaving tomorrow at four A.M. sharp!”

The troops and Dean exchange silent nods of assurance and acknowledgment as they pass him on their way out of the hut but he stops her when she tries to leave.

“I need to talk to you.” He has a tight grip on her, blunt nails digging into the flesh of her arm as he waits for the very last person to leave. When the coast is clear, he closes the door and slams her against the wall with a big hand on her throat, lightly squeezing it. 

“What the fuck was that?” he hisses.

He is so close that she can feel his hot breath hitting the little strands of hair around her face, sending them dancing with every exhale. 

“Thought you could use some cheering up.” Y/N chokes out, her hands finding Dean’s wrist that is still wrapped around her throat, holding on to it as Dean increases the pressure.

“You’re such a fucking tease. You know that?” Dean is growling now, his nose trailing along her jaw until it nudges against her ear, his tongue tracing a line along the shell.

“I know. You love it.” She says through gritted teeth, trying to grin cheekily despite the lack of oxygen. Her actions make Dean roll his eyes.

“I do.” He chuckles low as he pushes her further against the wall and kisses her, claiming her mouth. “Fucking love you.” He breathes against her lips as he breaks the kiss before giving her another peck and letting go of her throat. “I have to go. See you tonight.” He opens the door and steps out but not without taking a look back, his eyes meeting hers. “Be ready for me.”

“Always,” she says it with a smile.

For the first time in a months, Dean smiles back.

CHAPTER 2

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Oh Boy!!! The date head canons!!! Strap yourself in I ship a LOT of things.1. Let's start with canon, Sam and Jess. The first date they went on was to a pier. Sam bought them a milkshake at a local diner and they shared it beforehand and when they got to the pier Jess decided that the empty beach at 12 a.m was the perfect place to skinny dip. She convinced Sam to go with her and couldn't help but think that she'd never seen a man that looked quite like Sam. 2. Dean and Castiel don't really get to go on a lot of dates but! They had a really memorable one on their 4th anniversary. Dean took Castiel to an old treehouse he'd found as a kid with Sam and they shared a meal that Dean cooked under candlelight. They also slept there cuddled into each other, or, Dean did, Cas just watched Deans beautiful face.3. SAILEEN ahhhh. I headcanon that Eileen planned their first date. They went to a carnival in the spring and mostly went on rides, BUT Sam played one of those games where you have to knock down the bottles and won, getting Eileen the biggest stuffed bear on the rack. 4. Sabriel. Can I just say that I imagine Gabe playing games with Sam. Like every friday night is game night and they just play fuckin Clue or some shit. 5. Claire/Kaia. They never got an official first date, they just spent one night watching old movies and shared a few kisses before Kaia was killed. That's all the ships I have HEADCANONs for.

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Masterlist

Masterlist for every Fandom and Character

Marvel

Bucky Barnes:

Dating Bucky barnes would include

You’re my mission- 1, 2, 3

Need a Hand?

Bucky I could use a hand

Winter Wonderland

Beefycake Barnes

Mission Accomplished

The stars would be so proud

Desperate Kisses

Nightmares

This isn’t right

No

I’ll take care of you

They’re gone

Calm down

Love yourself, accept yourself

You’re freezing!

What is a me-me?

I promised I’d never hurt you

Stop smiling

Flower crowns

You’re my lobster

Wings and curls

You don’t have to hide

First snowfall

Sick days

Don’t leave me

Keep count for me

Don’t touch them

I’m glad it was me

It’s not your fault

Pinky finger

9 A.M. dates

Shush and lemme take care of you

Ikea

I like them

My soulmate is the reincarnation of President James Buchanan?

Get out while you still have a chance

Lights on

Little reminders

Save me

I’m coming home

I understand

How do you run from a shadow?

You don’t have to do this

I know the feeling

I got you

I love you

I’m not leaving you

Fight me.

Early morning talks

Pointless fights

I’m in love with another

Don’t judge me

Be good to her

Safe Haven

I’m here for you

Period pains

Heartbeat

Puppy struggles

I think you’re adorable

Winter’s touch

With those…fanfiction green eyes

My own rapunzel

Winters in Brooklyn  *one of my personal favorites*

Mine

Do it again

I’ll be your legs

Battle scar

Teddy bear

The music from your fingertips

She’s perfect

I didn’t mean it

Breathe easy

Anniversaries

Halloween carols

You look like you saw a ghost

The Jager and the Kaiju- 1, 2, 3, 4

I don’t get jealous

Sister of Mine

Stomach kisses

Who knew?

Stop.

Post Break up cuddles

Fresh eyes

Bruises

We’re not animals

You look cute like this

Nicknames

We’re innocent- 1, 2

Homecoming

BAMF

A spider’s own

Triggers

They’re mine

Self defense classes

I need you by my side

Old songs

Blue as the sea

Spiders own

Razors

Accents

He knows where you are

Fairy dust

Science conventions

White Christmas

A Brooklyn Christmas

A fairytale proposal

Kiss me

Talk shit again

Take Control

So close yet so far

I thought they’d say yes

Nightmares 2.0

Steve Rogers

We all hide behind our smiles

Language

Conversations you’ve most likely had with Steve Rogers

Anxiety Attacks

I don’t know what I’d do without you

Double date

Take a break

Packing up and breaking down

Poetry

You’re an idiot

Tattoos and Piercings

New technology

I’m here for you

All American Dream *Another one of my personal Favorites*

Children can be a hassle

They’re not worth your time anyway

You’re late

Pure bliss

Not so innocent

He’s here with me

Sleep habits

Feeling’s mutual

Captain Canada- 1, 2

Bed is better with two

Bands

You’re beautiful

Old love never dies- 1, 2

My hero

Your moobs

I’m just scared is all

Teach me

Respect

Just a little shy

Like a married couple

Tales of our scars

I love her- 1, 2

Story of the century

My broken love

Awkward

Work Accidents

The fruit of our Labors

Say you won’t let go

Natasha Romanoff

The itsy bitsy spider

Traitor

Make the bad dreams go away

You’re not funny

He’s been at this all week

Girls night out

Shy spider

Lost souls and broken hearts

Fun sized

Surprise

You’re old enough to be my mom

Broken noses

I’m sick

Rewarding kisses

Angry spider

Never leave your side

My little fighter

Broken Lullabies- 1, 2

We should have never fought these battles

You’re too kind to do this to yourself

Morphine confessions

Stay with me

Scales- 1, 2, 3, 4

Museum Exhibits- 1, 2

I dare you

The cat and the spider

Comfort in a Widow’s kiss

Cafe dates

Near death experience

From friends to lovers

Are you ticklish

Lovers in the most unlikely places

I’m by your side

My alien angel

Lovely surprise

Wanda Maximoff

Baking

Music

Honey gone bad

Sister I wish I had had

Nightmares of the past

Bond

Thunderstorms

Hearing aids

Lay a finger on them

Family reunions

Kisses make everything better

Bed hog

Kisses make everything better

Touch her again

Double Trouble

Tony Stark

Please stop

Things you said when I was asleep

Conversations you’ve most likely had with Tony Stark

Whispered Songs

She lays down

Femininity 

Clint Barton

Hey Barton, Catch

Pizza, Puppies, and Coffee

Perfect Pair

Conversations you’ve most likely had with Clint

I’m making up for lost time

Coffee cups and broken bones-1, 2

Car wrecks and coworkers

Girlfriend

Peter Parker

Long time no see

Cuts and Bruises

I hurt you

Kill it!

Savior

You’re into the older type?

You’re just a kid

Loki

Everyday Midguardian Objects

Things I uses to love

I’ve fallen in love

Silly girl- 1, 2

I’ve fallen in love

Sam wilson

Cat and Bird

Change in Scenery

Bruce Banner

Hey Big guy

Thor

Cuddles

Black Panther

I don’t want to fight you

X-Men

Kurt Wagner

Scars

Pay attention to me

I could have lost you

I love everything about you

My blueberry kitten

Difficulty

Tile is Dangerous

Jealousy

Hide and seek

German lullabies

Conversations you’ll most likely have with Kurt Wagner

Silent book friend

The little blue comfort in my life

Warren Worthington

Feathers

Pretend to be my boyfriend

Flaws

Always someone else- 1, 2

I’m nesting, it’s what birds do

I’ll love you forever

I’ll spread my wings and-

Sweet as candy

Please don’t be scared of me

I don’t love you- 1, 2

That’s what happens

That was cute

Charles Xavier

Insecurities

Slow dancing at 3 in the morning

Calm your mind

Can’t you see what you’re doing to me- 1, 2

It’s over for me

Mission failed

Thorn in my side

Could I do something more?

Does she know that we bleed the same?

Time Travel

Erik Lehnsherr

Well this one is soft and kind

You make me think the world can be a better place

Can you hold me?

Logan Howlett

Dangerous

It’s okay not to be okay

You scared me

Happy birthday

My hero

Wade Wilson

Maybe it’s the mask

I like you better without the mask

Conversations you’ll most likely have with Wade Wilson

Scott Summers

Glasses and chaos

Guess this was a blessing in disguise

Peter Maximoff

Piggyback rides

Lazy mornings

Alex Summers

I’m not afraid of you

Hank Mccoy

Blue is better

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Please don’t go

Regrets

I’m forgetting

The phone

I’m sorry princess

You’re in love and it’s not with me

Salt and Holy water

Shark week

Freckles

Can we just watch the stars?

Conversations you’ll most likely have with Dean Winchester

It burns

Hey jude

I thought you gave up smoking

Monster in the closet

Of Heaven and Hell- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Dog days

Stitches and Scotch

Gorgeous

My ex-boyfriend the werewolf

All I wanted was a back massage

I missed you

In sickness and in health

Heartbroken

I can’t lose you

Don’t hurt them

Shitty diners

Sam Winchester

Last time

I’m in love with the Devil

You make me smile

Close your eyes

Aren’t you a little old to be afraid of the dark

Hickies and Bedhead

Yoga

Conversations you’ll most likely have with Sam Winchester

Castiel

I’ve never felt pain like this

Guardian angel

Lucifer

The Serpent’s love

Sherlock

You’re in love

Marriage is a trivial thing

Doctor who

The Stranger in white

Superwholock

The case of the forgotten memories- prologue, part 1

Others

Bigby Wolf

I’m trying

Terrible jokes

#this is just my masterlist #nothin' special #hopefully this works #otherwise I've put in a lot of bullshit hours for nothing #Marvel #Supernatural #Doctor who #Sherlock #X-men #all my other fics that I don't want to tag #Masterlist #master-list