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roadtogracelandx45 · 11 months

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To Update/ Coming soon- June 14th- August 31st

** means smut

Admiral's Daughter- part 1, 2 and 3- Top Gun Maverick ff, Chasing Angels series. 2 Hangman/ Bianca/ Rooster, 3 Dagger Squad, 1. Bianca, Hangman, Coyote, and Phoniex.

Baby I Do,- Part 2* ,3*, 4,5- Elvis- Burnin' Love series- Elvis/ Sylvie

Little White Church- One Shot- Elvis- Stand alone- Elvis/Sylvie

Cowboy Take Me Away- Parts *2 and 3- Top Gun Maverick FF- Chasing Angels series- Hangman/Bianca

Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy*- One shot- Yellowstone- Angel of Mercy Series- Lee Dutton/ Spencer Abbott

Just Dance- Part 1, 2*,3*,4* - Top Gun Maverick FF- Chasing Angels series- Hangman/Bianca

Wouldn't It Be Nice- One shot- Supernatural- Darkest Before the Dawn Series- Dean/Ellie

Secrets That Are Meant- one shot* Supernatural- Secrets That Are Meant To Kept Series- Sam/ Dean- Wincest

To Be Kept- One Shot*- Supernatural- Secrets That Are Meant To Kept Series- Ellie/Dean/Sam

Need You To Know- One shot*- Supernatural- Secrets That Are Meant To Kept- Ellie/Dean

Be My Baby Tonight- Part 1, Part 2*, Part 3, Part 4*- Avengers, Only Fools Rush Series- Steve/ Lennon, Bucky/ Lennon

Saturday's Alright For Fighting- One Shot- Fast Saga- Life in The Fastlane Saga- Vince/Sophie

On The Outside- Parts 3, 4,5,6 The Outsiders- On The Outside- implied Soda/Mattie

Game Changers- Part 2, 3,4,5.6- The Mighty Ducks- Game Changers series- Adam Banks/ Ava Bombay

I Kissed A Girl- One Shot*- Fast Saga- Life In The Fastlane Saga- Letty/ Sophie

California Girls- One Shot*- Top Gun Maverick- Chasing Angels- Phoniex/ Bianca

Courage Under Fire- Band of Brothers- Courage Under Fire Series- Bill/Olivia, Olivia/ Joseph Liebgott, Bill/ May Jenkins Parts 1, 2, 3*,4,5

Burnin' Love- Elvis- Burnin' Love Series- Elvis/Sylvie- Parts 5,6,7,8,9,10

Chasing Angels- Top Gun Maverick- Chasing Angels Series- Rooster/ Bianca, IceMav, Hangman/ Bianca, Hangman/ Phoniex, Phoneix/ Bianca. Parts 2, 3*, 4*,5,6,7

Should Be Me- Band of Brothers- Courage Under Fire series- what if- part 2- Bill/ Olivia

Charming Town- Sons of Anarchy- Charming Town Series- Jax/Ryder- Parts 7,8, 9*,10*,11*,12

I Don't Dance But For You- Top Gun Maverick- Chasing Angels one shot- Rooster Bianca-

Only Fools Rush In- Captain America- Only Fools Rush in Series- Parts 2,3,4,5*,6*,7*,8,9,10- Bucky/Hannah. Steve/Peggy

Under False Pretenses- Band of Brothers Mafia AU- Under False Pretense series- Liebgott/ Olivia, Dick/Olivia/Nixon part 2*,3*,4*,5*,6,7,8*,9*,10*

Are You Going My Way- Band of Brothers College AU- Are You Going My Way Series- Lewis/ Olivia, Buck/Olivia, Liebgott/Oliva, Bill/Olivia etc Part 2*, Part 3, Part 4*,5,6*

Please, I Need You- Chicago PD- Thin Blue Line series- Jay Libby one shot

Got You- Chicago PD x Blue Blood crossover- Jayx Libby- parts 4*, 5*, 6, 7

Don't Stop Believing- Chicago Fire x Blue Crossover- Kelly Severide. Libby Reagan- Parts 2,3,4,5,6

Through The Heart- S.W.A.T- Luca x Josie Kay- parts 4,5,6,7,8

Star Crossed Lovers- Twilight- Star Crossed Lovers series- Rosalie/Emmett/ Lily parts 1,2,3,4,5

Hearts Made of Glass- Twilight All Human- Lily/Edward- Parts 2,3,4,5

Life In The Fastlane- Fast Saga- Vince/Sophie, Dom/Sophie, Letty/Sophie, Dom/Letty, Mia/Brian- Parts 7*,8*,9,10,11

Girl from Barstow- Fast Saga- Life In The Fastlane series- One shot-

Thin Blue Line- One Chicago/Law and Order SVU/Blue Bloods crossover- Parts 2,3,4

Winter's Gate- Game of Thrones- Winter's Gate series- Robb Stark/Jonlynn- Parts 4, 5*, 6

Homeward Bound- Game of Thrones- Winter Gate series- Robb Stark/ Jonlynn- Part 2,3, 4

Second Chances- Lord of The Rings/The Hobbbit- Second Chances series- Legolas/Ilianna/ either Fili or Kili- Part 2, 3,4

Royals- Harry Potter- Royals Series- Fred/Celeste. George- part 1,2,3,4,5

Puzzle Pieces- Triple Frontier- Miller Brothers/OFC parts 1,2,3, 4

Mine now. Sons of anarchy- Jax/Ryder one shot

Night Terrors - Winter Solider and the Falcon- Bucky/Lennon one shot

Sweet as Georgia Peach- Band of Brothers- prequel story to Courage Under Fire. Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Oh My, My Love- Elvis- Two Shot- part 1, part 2

London Blue- Band of Brothers- one shot- Liebgott/ Liv- set after D-Day

London Grey- Band of Brothers- one shot- Nixon/Liv

Undercover- One Chicago- parts 2,3,4

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eyecreatestories · 4 months

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The Deadly Envisages | Dark Fantasy Short Fiction

Josh and The Big Whale In this gripping tale, a family of three is relentlessly haunted by a malicious spirit that infiltrates their dreams, posing a grave danger to their lives. Despite their tireless efforts to rid themselves of this evil entity, it continues to wreak havoc on their existence. Bound in an unending nightmare, they must find the courage to confront the spirit head-on in a final battle for their very souls.

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supernaturallyobsessedchic · 3 years

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You Feel Safe

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Square: Cuddling ( @supernatural-jackles Tell Me a Story Bingo)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: After a trying hunt the reader comes home, exhausted and feeling less than. Dean helps takes her mind off of things.

Warnings: Mild Angst, Smut 18+ (phone sex, handjob, dirty talk), strong language, mild nudity, Fluff, Dean being sweet.

Word Count: 2,250

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For her first hunt solo since Dean and Sam were out sick. It was bad enough when Sam was the first down, then Dean woke up the following morning not feeling the greatest. And it snowballed from there.

But when a string of murders happened down in the four corners, there were no other hunters close enough to pick up the case. Y/N took it upon herself, without Dean knowing of course, to take on the case.

She managed to find the pack of werewolves, and wipe out what she could with only a few getting away. She had put the word out to other hunters, even Garth if they find them to deal with them and that they’re no good.

She drove her car the entire way back to Lebanon Kansas, patching up whatever scratch she could. Icing every bruise, and sore spot. She just couldn’t wait to get home and relax.

She might as well face the music. She pulls up her phone when she knew she was getting close, and dialed Dean’s number.

“Hey sweetheart, how’d the case go?”

“Garth rat me out?” she chuckled tiredly.

“Yeah, he said you managed to wipe out the alpha of the pack, the others getting away. It’s alright, all that matters is you’re okay.”

“I thought you’d be furious.”

“Y/N, I was a little bit when Garth first told me. I understood why you took it, but next time if me and Sam are down like this again, ask Garth to cover you. I really do, not like it when you do these hunts alone.”

“I know, it didn’t occur to me at the time. Just wanted to hurry and get it taken care of.”

“Yeah, I understand.” He sighs.

“You’re sounding better, how are you feeling?” she asks.

“Had to go to the doctor, he had the flu and I caught it. We’re on our meds, so it’s safe to be around us.”

“Yeah, as long as you guys have been on them for more than 24 hours, you should be good.”

“Oh yeah, we started them a few days ago.”

“Good, at least you’re feeling better.”

“Yeah, and you sound tired, I can stay on with you. Keep you awake.”

“I’d like that De.”

“I knew you would.” She could hear him smile on the other end.

She could feel herself calm just listening to him talk about Sam being a total baby being sick.

“Oh don’t start Dean, you know you’re just as bad.”

“Yeah, but that’s with you taking care of me. I love getting some of your love.”

“And I love giving it.”

“Yeah you do.” She heard him smirk. The conversation turning dirty.

“Oh don’t start, you know what happens when we start talking dirty.”

“I know, but you are hot as fuck whenever you suck my dick or fuck me with your strap on dildo.”

She chuckled.

“And you are hot when I make you come undone, pleasure you, relax you the way I do.”

“Mm-hmm, god I love it.”

“You’re touching yourself, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.” He played.

Her mouth quirked upward in a smirk. She was going to make him come, no matter where he was at in the bunker. She didn’t care if Sam was nearby.

“Want to hear you Dean, want to hear you come undone over just me telling you how when I get home. I’m gonna kiss you hard on your lips, hold you as close as I possibly can. My hands exploring your body.”

She heard him moan on the other end of the phone.

“We’ll take it to our room, where I’ll strip you down bare. I would have already have you hard and ready for me.” She keeps her voice low and seductive, keeping him aroused.

She could hear his breathing begin to pick up.

“But I won’t let you in just yet, no, no. First, I’ll keep marking you up from your neck on down to your chest with my mouth. Before my lips reach your beautifully, large and girthy cock. I’ll shoot you a look that always has you riled up and needy.”

“Fuck, Y/N,”

“I will ready my lips as I sink them down, taking you deep in my mouth. And then I will start a painfully slow blowjob, teasing you in a way.”

“Fuck, baby, I can’t…need to feel you…”

“You can baby, I’m almost home but I need to hear you. Let go for me Dean.”

She heard him grunt, just before letting out a moan. Her naming falling off his lips as he came.

“Feel better.”

“Ah, yeah…but it’s not the same.”

“I know babe, I’m almost home. I’ll give you all sorts of attention when I get home.”

“I can wait for the sex part baby; I want you home and resting. You sound tired.”

“You’re so sweet Dean. I’m pulling up to the bunker now. I’ll let you go.”

“Okay baby, see you soon.”

They said their goodbyes over the phone as she pulled into the bunkers garage.

She got out after parking it, killing the engine. She opened her backseat pulling out her duffle and she tiredly walked her way through the quiet halls. Passing Sam’s room hearing him snoring away.

She stopped by Dean’s room, seeing him wide awake, dressed in his pajamas. His nose still red from constantly blowing his nose, his face still showing evidence that he’s still sick. But not as sick as when she left him.

“Hey.” She says quietly.

His head whipped in her direction and his face brightened up with a soft smile. Happy she was home safe and sound.

“Hey baby.” He says, walking to her, taking her into his arms in a hug. Feeling her wince.

“You’re hurt, you promised me you were careful.” He tsked her.

“I’m just sore is all, I’m gonna take a hot shower and then I’ll be in shortly.” She says, dropping off her duffle.

She goes to her drawers, pulling out her underwear, seats. And in another drawer she pulls out one of Dean’s shirts.

He could see how tired she was as she walked to the shower rooms. He quietly takes him a new pair of his own underwear and sneaks behind her, giving her enough of a head start.

She had the water going, feeling it turn hot relatively quick before getting in under the steamy hot stream.

She puts her head under the water, wetting her hair before putting on some shampoo. Wincing as she reached up to scrub her scalp, she continued to try giving it her best to clean herself up.

He entered the shower room quietly, and quietly undressed. He gave himself away when he entered the shower with her.

“Dean, what are you—”

“I wanna take care of you, I can see you are hurt.”

“Dean, it’s not that bad.”

“It may not seem that way, but I can tell something’s going on.”

She doesn’t fight him. Instead she lowers her arms, seeing him grab her shampoo, pouring him a small amount as he seen she already had some in her hair already.

She felt him work his hands in through her hair, scrubbing her scalp gently. She let herself get lost in his touch as he worked the suds through her hair and scalp, cleaning the dirt and grime off from the hunt.

He heard her moan softly.

“Here, move under the stream for me.” He tells her softly.

Doing as told she walks backwards towards him and more under the stream of hot water. Closing her eyes once again she feels him work the water through her strands, rinsing the suds away.

She felt something building up inside her. A bubble in her chest getting ready to burst.

The hunt wasn’t bad, just overwhelming for just one hunter. And deep down she let three get away, a pack of eight was too much for her so she was beating herself up about it.

Dean probably could have done better than she could have. She felt like a failure.

She turned towards Dean, not saying a word she wraps her arms around his bare waste. He was taken a little by surprise. But then again, he knew something was wrong.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

She didn’t have to say anything, when she let in a strangled breath in, he knew she was crying hard against him.

His arms wrapped around her once again.

“Shh, it’s okay baby, I got you. It’s okay.”

“No it’s not.” She cried. “I’m such a failure.”

“Sweetheart, if it’s about the three that got away, it’s not your fault. Garth told me everything you told him. Eight was too many for one hunter to take care of. So don’t blame yourself.”

“But it’s still putting people at risk if I can’t take on three more stupid wolves.” She sobbed.

“Shh, don’t worry about it, I made calls myself after Garth called, they’ll keep an eye out.”

He let her cry herself out as he tried to calm and soothe her.

After for what seemed like forever, she calmed down, taking deep breaths. Letting his words sink in.

“Better?” he asks kindly.

She nodded, not saying anything.

“Lets finish you up.” he encouraged, as he grabbed a wash rag and her body wash.

He took his time washing her body, feeling her calm and relax more as he washed the rest of her worries down the drain.

They finished up in the shower, Dean drying her off before drying himself off. She dressed herself, feeling exhausted and drained. She pulled her clothes on sluggishly as she tried to fight the exhaustion.

Dean wrapped an arm around her when she finished, not even bothering with her hair. Thinking she’ll take another shower in the morning if she had to.

Once back in Dean’s room, he guided her to his bed.

“Hold on for a quick sec, I need to grab something.” He tells her.

“Okay.” She says quietly as a yawn emerged from her.

Dean left quickly, looking as if he was heading to her room, returning just as quickly with a bottle of her lavender lotion.

“Lets rub some of this on before you go to bed.”

She yawns again, fighting sleep. “Okay.” Her eyes shutting after the yawn.

She heard him let out a breathy chuckle.

She felt him take her shirt from the bottom pulling it over her head, she lifted her arms up to allow him to take it off of her.

She could hear him pump the bottle of lotion a few times giving him a generous amount. He starts from behind her, starting on her shoulders. Rubbing gently between her shoulder blades, across her shoulders and down her arms up to her wrists.

She could tell he was sitting comfortably behind her as he did this. He placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder.

A soft smile spread across her lips.

He got up from behind her.

“Can you get up for me for a sec?” he asks quietly.

She does as she was asked. She could feel him pull her sweats down from the hem. She sat down to pick up her feet to allow him to take them fully off of her.

She heard him get more lotion.

She felt the coolness of the lotion touch her thighs, along with Dean’s large, warm calloused hands, gently gliding across her skin.

She could feel his warm breath on her stomach, along with a gentle kiss.

Picking up a leg, he drags the lotion all across the exposed smooth skin. Littering her with kisses as he does.

The smell of lavender long taking her into a sweet, content, and relaxed state.

Once he finished, he looked up at her near sleeping form.

“You still with me sweetheart?” he asks softly.

“mm-hmm.” She sighs.

Picking her up, he lifts her to lay her head on the pillow.

He then quickly turns out the light, leaving the lotion on the floor, he climbs in beside her. Wrapping an arm around her, he holds her close.

Feeling his warmth and strong arms hold her, she snuggles closer to him as sleep took her.

He pecked a sweet kiss atop her head.

“I gotchu sweetheart.” He whispers. As he was not far from slumber land.

The following morning, she woke with the feeling of someone staring.

“I can feel you staring.” She sighs.

“Just admiring.”

“Oh?” she looks up at him, cocking an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, you’re such a badass. My girl, wiping out five werewolves, all on her own.”

“Oh, Dean, stop. Three got away. I’m not that big of a badass.”

“No you’re a badass.”

She rolls her eyes with a smile.

She snuggles more into him, eyes closed as she sighs deeply, relaxing more in his arms.

“Feels like someone is cuddly.” He says.

“Yeah, just like being in your arms. You make me feel okay. Safe.” She says, her eyes still closed. Tempted to fall back asleep.

“We can lay here and cuddle for a bit before we start the day.” Dean suggested.

“Yes please.” She says, curling into him. Making him chuckle.

Little did he know, like a cat napping on their human, she cuddled and held him preventing him from even starting the day. And he was perfectly okay with that. She was everything he needed, and he for her. Something like this, was always perfect for Dean, and for Y/N.

A/N: How fluffy was it? Too Fluffy? Let me know, feedback is always appreciated. :3

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imt1109 · 4 years

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Can someone help me with finding a fic?

Hi.

So today i started to read a series about Dean Winchester and reader.

At that story the reader was from different universe who brought to the supernatural world.

The Winchesters took her to the bunker. At that time Dean figured that the reader is his soulmate.

Do you know what series I'm talking about and where i can find it?

#dean winchester #supernatural #imagine supernatural #supernatural fan ficiton #supernatural imagine #supernatural imagines #supernatural reader insert

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lost-fading-thoughts · 4 years

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The Aftermath in Our Favor - Ch. 1 “Sleep” (Jack Kline x Dean Winchester Fic)

Lucifer was right.

No, not Lucifer. Nick. Nick had been right.

Nick had been right in telling Dean how it felt to be filled with an archangel.

Dean knew all too well what it was like to be tethered to a rocket shooting through time and space. He knew that there had been hatred for Michael, but deep down he knew there had been a little bit of love.

Only in the absence of the ethereal being did Dean feel a small hole begin to grow within him. The small hole of loss.

He wasn’t sure if he grieved the loss of Michael himself or rather the feeling of being completely whole, one with the universe. It was an intense ache he felt, one he felt etched in his bones, in every breath he took.

At first he felt he could manage, try to move on from it all.

But then Mary had died and while the anger and the hole inside grew, Dean still felt as if he could get through the pain, or at least muddle through life.

But then Jack had died and God had run away all that was left was the loss and the grief and the ever growing hole deep down inside.

Dean hadn’t left the bunker in days. Hell, he hadn’t even left his room. He had no appetite, no desire to take a shower, or the will to even turn on his television to at least fill the silence.

All he felt like doing was laying in bed and sleep. If he’d woken up at all it was merely to turn over as each side grew sore after a while.

If he spoke at all it was to tell Sam or Cas to leave him alone, that all he wanted to do was sleep.

He didn’t want to hunt. He didn’t want to read any books. He didn’t even want to answer his phone.

All he really wanted to do was feel whole again but since he couldn’t seem to find a way out of his current funk, all he did was sleep.

In his dreams he could visit his old, favourite memories as if watching a movie. He could be having a good time with Sam, drinking in a bar and laughing about something that wasn’t even that funny. He could simply be sitting in a quiet room with Castiel, thumbing through stacks of books before heading off bed. He tried to dream of his mother but his mind simply wouldn’t let him. He could dream of Jack though, of all the good times, of all the struggles and mini wins. He could dream about a life he had lived such a long time ago, but eventually he would wake up and they’d all be gone again.

Time was slipping through his fingers, rushing by with no thought of him and his loss.

Time and Sam and Cas moved on around him. Knocks on his door seemed to stop and his phone no longer rang.

The shadows from the corners of his room seemed to grow, engulfing him in the silence and dark, consuming him, drowning him.

Until it stopped.

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the-raven-sisters · 7 years

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Piper texting the girls while they are on their trip to save the Winchesters!

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afanofmanystuffs · 7 years

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So....

Anyone think i can bust my ass and post Chapter 2 of Falling is Flying sometime today? It is Thursday, after all.

Is anyone at all interested? Anyone want me to tag them?

#cas x reader #castiel x reader #spn #supernatural #supernatural fan ficiton #cas #castiel #falling is flying #angel of thursday #writing

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h-o-l-l-i · 4 years

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Dance of Grace

Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: Language?

Author's Note: Requests are OPEN! So sorry that this took forever, had a massive slump in creative ability especially with writing...hope you enjoy! If you would like to be added to any of my tags, let me know!

Everything: @negans-lucille-tblr // @coffee-obsessed-writer

SPN tag list: @coffee-obsessed-writer // @roonyxx // @mrsjaxtellerfan // @princessofthefandomrealm // @witch-of-letters // @lauravic // @destielhoneybee // @keymology

Request: Oh perfect! Okay so, for Supernatural. Reader is a dancer and Cas wants to tag along when she goes for her solo practice. He admires her talent and takes a strong liking to her. Up to you if he actually falls in love or if they just remain close friends. Randomly inspired by a soundtrack I was listening to earlier lol

Y/N’s brown hair danged slightly around her face, the stray hairs that curled away from her messy bun. She gripped her coffee mug close to her chest and breathed deeply, the scent of it. She smiled contently with her eyes closed and took her first sip.

“Mornin’” Dean’s groggy voice came around the corner.

“Good morning.” Y/N replied back peeking her eyes open and tucking her feet up on the chair where she was perched.

Dean’s perfect green eyes hung on her body, “I will never understand how you are able to do that…”

Y/N tipped her head to the side, “Do what?”

Dean poured his coffee and walked over to the table where Y/N was; his finger pointing at her, “That…get all tucked into a ball like that.” He sat down, “Where is Sam? Why isn’t there food?”

Y/N chuckled, “I’m a dancer, Dean. I have to be limber…” she said getting up from her position, her eyes warned Dean silently.

“I’m been dying to find out…” he said under his breath.

She bent over and pulled out a pan from the cabinet, “I still heard that!” She said with laughter in her voice.

Dean smiled, “Hey, you have that thing today right?” He furrowed his eyebrows inquisitively.

“Yeah,” Y/N’s voice was laced with a hint of nervousness.

“You are going to do great, Y/N.” Castiel’s voice suddenly

Dean closed his eyes and pressed his lips together tightly and held up a finger to the angel, “You have got to stop doing that so early in the morning, Cas!”

“I—I am sorry to startle you, Dean. I just wanted to make sure I was here before, Y/N left.” Cas responded and then turned his attention to her as she began to cook for herself and the Winchesters.

“Aw, that’s really sweet of you Cas, thanks!” Y/N’s lips curled up into a bright smile, she turned around gracefully and she hugged him tightly.

Castiel stiffened up slightly with uncertainty, “Should I reciprocate the embrace or would that be inappropriate?”

Y/N released her arms from around the trench coat wearing angel, “One of these days you are going to be the first to hug me; I’m telling you…one of these days, Cas.” She laughed.

“Perhaps.” Cas said.

Sam’s sloppy footsteps slid around the corner as he entered the kitchen. “Sam! Nice to see you up so early on this fine morning…”

Dean’s head tilted to the side and he looked at his younger brother, “You had sex.” He paused, “didn’t you?” Y/N looked at Dean over her shoulder from the stovetop. Dean’s smile erupted onto his face, “Sammy you dirty son-of-a-bitch!”

“Come on, not so loud okay, Dean. Please…” the younger Winchester winced at his brother’s brash voice.

Y/N’s arm came across Sam’s body where he sat down at the table with his coffee, “Morning, Sammy.”

“Thanks, Y/N. Looks great.” He responded to the plate of hot food that now lay in front of him.

“Thanks, Y/N.” Dean hungrily stared down at the heaping plate of food and picked up his fork.

“Anytime guys!” She smiled.

“Aren’t you going to have any?” Sam asked her.

She shook her head, “No, I’ve got to head out for my solo practice this morning.” She attempted to hide her smile but was unsuccessful, “This is like huge, guys…this could be the one that launches my career…I’m really excited but nervous.” She fussed with the hem of her shirt.

“No, that’s amazing, Y/N and you are going to do amazing today. I know it!” Sam encouraged.

“Yeah, Y/N. You’re pretty fucking good, I don’t know how you do it. Shit’s painful but you make it look so, so, good.” He wiggled his eyebrows and smiled.

Y/N laughed and tossed a rag at Dean, “Thanks, guys.” She smiled, “means a lot…”

“I will go with you, Y/N.” Cas interjected in the moment. Y/N was about to speak but Castiel continued, “I will go.” He paused, his eyes firm, “I have never seen you dance, Y/N. I wish to see it.”

“O—okay. I mean—I guess there’s no stopping an angel of the Lord.” She nodded, “I’ll be ready to go in 20.”

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“Ready to go, Cas?” Y/N asked, twirling her hair into a fine bun that sat on top of her head and the small piece of fabric flowed around her slender waist.

“You look very nice, Y/N.” Castiel’s eyes slowly traveled down Y/N’s body. His hand lifted the edge of the fabric draped around her waist, “I can see through this.”

Y/N laughed and brushed his hand away, “Yeah, Cas. It’s what ballet dancers wear…it’s supposed to be like that.” She smiled sweetly at his childlike curiosity. “But it’s nice to know you would look out for me like that, Cas.” She giggled and jokingly punched his shoulder. “Come on, Cas.” She said and grabbed his hand, “Let’s go.”

The two of them ascended the metal, spill staircase and closed the door behind them.

Sam and Dean sat there in the kitchen of the bunker for a few minutes in silence before Sam began to speak, “Are they together?”

Dean took a bit of his toast, “I don’t know…and don’t think we aren’t going to not talk about what you did last night.” Sam smirked and rolled his eyes.

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“Y/N, solo practice. 8 am.” She spoke clearly into the speaker as she held the button in.

“Okay, I will buzz you in. Third floor, talk to Adrian.” The buzzer rang and the door unlocked.

Y/N turned to Castiel with a vivid expression of excitement, “Come on!” She smiled.

“I could have unlocked the door for you, Y/N. I do not understand why you are excited for—” he paused mid sentence when his crystal blue eyes locked with Y/N’s; her eyes glared at back at him and she crossed her arms, “Oh, I understand.”

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“Just right through here, Y/N.” Adrian pointed down the hallway, “You give the cue for your music then it will start.” She paused, “Your solo practice will be monitored and you should know by the end of the week if you have been chosen. Any questions?”

“No, ma’am.” Y/N shook her head slightly. Adrian motioned with her hand to the man that stood behind her. “Oh, um. This is my friend, came along to help me stretch before…can he stay in the room then?”

Her face tightened with a grin, “Oh, of course, dear.” She smiled, “Good luck!”

___

“How do I help you, Y/N?” Cas asked with a lowered jaw.

She smiled up to him and placed her hands on his chest and replied, “You don’t have to help me with anything. You’re here, that’s what matters.” She leaned up and pecked a sweet kiss onto his cheek and then retreated to her bag.

She finished tying them tightly to her ankles and stood in the center of the room, she raised her hand to signal that she was ready for her music. She took a deep breath in and started with the music.

Castiel’s icy blue eyes eagerly watched as Y/N’s slender body moved graciously across the floor, her hands delicately engaging in dance. The thing fabric bounce as she came up onto her toes and leaped with agility.

Y/N spun angelically to the soft tones of the music, her body an instrument to invoke feeling and emotion; those Castiel was able to receive.

His heart picked up in pace and his lips parted slightly in amazement of how Y/N was able to move her body so elegantly. The music came to a soft end and she finished with a slight bow.

Y/N smiled and waved upward to signify the end of her routine. “How’d I do?” Y/N skipped over to Castiel who was holding her bag.

“Y/N, that was the most beautiful thing that I have ever set eyes on. I have seen all of God’s creation and it’s beauty but it does not compare to you.” Castiel admitted, his engaging eyes remained fixed on Y/N’s.

Y/N smiled widely at his words and she soon embraced his vessel within her arms, squeezing him tightly. “That means so much to me Castiel. Thank you.”

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roadtogracelandx45 · 9 months

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Coming this week:

Chapter 2 of Courage Under Fire- Band of brothers story- eventual Joe Liebgott/OFC

Chapter 7 of Life In The Fastlane- Fast and Furious saga- Vince/OFC

Chapter 8 of Charming Town- Sons of Anarchy- Jax Teller/ OFC

Chapter 2 of The Best Kept Secrets- Supernatural- slight Wincest- Winchester brothers/ OFC

Chapter 2 of Star Crossed Lovers- Twilight- Emmett/OFC/ Rosalie

Chapter 2 of Current State of Affairs-Yellowstone- Lee Dutton/ OFC

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ohnowin-chester · 5 years

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They’re real

Summary: Dean and Sam grew up living normal live with their parents, Mary and John, in Kansas. They went to school, got degrees in cooking and law. Both boys went on to live their lives as any one would. They were happy and they never encountered anything supernatural. That’s until Sam meets Y/N. That’s when Sam realizes that soulmates are real… among other things that creep in the night.

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

Would this be something anyone would read? I’m working on it now, I’ll be making into a mini series! Feedback would be great!

#supernatural #spn fanfic #supernatural smut #sam winchester x reader #sam x reader #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #jack kline #spn #fan ficiton

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supernaturallyobsessedchic · 3 years

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Firsts

Dean x Reader

Warnings: Smutty smut MUST BE 18+(P in V, unprotected sex (wear a condom boys), NSFW, Squirting.) Overstimulation, After care, sweet!Dean, First time, Virgin!Reader, not a very happy Sam in the end.

Masterlist

DTRH Series

Mobile Masterlist

Dean and Y/N sat on Dean’s bed, watching one of Dean’s many horror movies. Y/N had curled into Dean’s side, taking in his comfort.

He would feel her slightly jerk at a jump scare in the movie, making him smile. And after the fact, he would feel her curl more into him.

Hours had passed and the movie had ended.

“You up for one more?” He asked.

She stretched her legs then her arms, thinking. What have they not watched?

“What else is in that series anyway?” She asked.

“I think one more.”

“Alright, one more.”

“Even better, it has a hot sex scene.”

She hummed with a smirk. “Now I wonder how hot?”

“Just have to wait and see.”

The said sex scene had started, the characters kissing passionately as they undressed the other, their lips not leaving.

Y/N felt the urge to show her man some love. Her hand on his chest, traveling it up then down, feeling how toned and muscular he was.

She leaned up, pressing her lips gently against his jaw. She traveled up to his neck, and she heard him moan as she worked him up.

“Trying to make a move on me Dean?” she asked near his ear, kissing by his ear.

“I wasn’t sly was I?” he asked, his voice husky from the build in pleasure.

“Nope, but then again, neither was I.” she confessed.

Eventually his lips found hers in a heated and needy kiss.

Her hands made their way under his shirt, his doing the same, eventually taking her shirt off. And he worked his shirt off when she straightened out of the kiss.

Their lips found each other again, as he pushed her on her back along the bed.

His hips grinding her now sensitive core, she moaned at the sensation.

His hands were behind her, and in one swift motion he unhooked her bra throwing it aimlessly in the room.

“Gorgeous.” He says breathlessly.

“And you're just as gorgeous.” she says with her hands at his waist.

“We don’t have to…”

“I want to Dean, I want you.”

His lips crashed into hers, wasting no time at all with her.

Her hands fiddled with his belt as she tried to work his pants off. Only pulling away for the moment to pull his pants and boxer briefs off in one swoop.

As he was doing that she was doing the same. Thinking mentally she thanked god she cleaned herself up that morning.

He noticed a wet spot on her panties as she threw them aside.

“You ruined a good pair of panties.” He nearly growled with a smirk.

“You have that kind of effect on me Dean, what can I say.”

“I think after tonight, I’m going to ruin more than just a pair of panties.”

He leans in once again, capturing her lips in a very passionate kiss. His hot tongue breaking in and dancing with hers, dominating her in the kiss.

The very tip of his hard cock peaks through her wet folds, finding her entrance soaking and ready for him. There was little resistance as he entered her. Fully seated.

She felt the burn of him stretching her out. Her eyes squeeze shut, not expecting pain to come knocking.

“Just breathe sweetheart, focus on me.” He encourages. Lighting the flames again.

He thrust out almost all the way and thrusts back in slowly. Causing her eyes to roll with pleasure, earning a proud smirk from Dean.

He started a slow rhythm for her, slowly building her up. Her hips managed to move on their own accord.

With his own orgasm building, he pulls out of the kiss. Seeing her near her end. He takes her leg, pulls it up and over his shoulder. She let out a wanton moan at the new angle he was now drilling into her.

“Fuck, Dean…” She moans. “I’m…”

“It’s okay, I got you.”

Her back arches as the hot coil snaps in her abdomen, her legs tremble and shake at the force of her orgasm. Her walls squeeze around him, squeezing his orgasm through him as she milked him of his hot come.

His thrusts slow to a stop when something caught his eye under her pillow. Not a gun, but a vibrator.

Reaching past her head he pulls out her vibrator.

“Up for one more?”

She smiles. “Hell yeah.”

A thin sheen of sweat coats her body as Dean works her through yet another orgasm.

The low buzz of the vibrating dildo, her wet sex being overcome by more tremors were the only sounds that filled her room. Aside from her moans that turned into screams.

Her body shakes as the orgasm breaks through her, causing her to scream out his name.

He slowly thrusts the dildo in and out as she came with a gush. He grins widely at his accomplishment.

“God, I can’t, I can’t…”

He pulls her dildo out slowly, allowing her time to catch her breath.

She laid there, sprawled on her back, her chest heaving as she tried to calm herself. Her eyes closed, she was blissed out. She felt the bed move as Dean got up.

He left to get a warm and wet wash rag, she can hear him return as he closes the door behind him. She felt him gingerly wipe the rag between her legs, cleaning her up of not only his mess but hers as well.

“You still with me baby?”

“Oh yeah, I’m here, just, give me a minute.”

“Can you take a sip of this for me?”

She opens her eyes to find a glass of juice with a straw.

On shaky arms, she sits up on her elbows to take a few sips. Only she nearly emptied the glass.

Sitting the glass down he grabs yet another glass, only water. He hands it to her as he did with the juice and she nearly emptied that glass.

“I know you were enjoying yourself as much as I was, but baby, if you're getting thirsty, stop me and we can have a small drink break or something.”

“Nah, this was totally worth it.” She giggles, making her man chuckle.

“You did so well for your first time.”

“Thank you, you took really good care of me too Dean. Thank you for being my first.”

He smiles at her, leaning down to her he gives her a loving kiss right on her lips.

“Let’s get some rest.”

“Thank the fucking lord you guys are done!” They heard Sam shout from down the hallway.

The couple laughed. Shared a quick kiss, they fell into a peaceful sleep.

Part 2: More Dean

Dean girls:

@luci-in-trenchcoats, @supernatural-jackles, @becs-bunker, @evansrogerskitten, @jayankles

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d-s-winchester · 7 years

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Caught in the Flashes

(gif credit to the creator)

Pairing: Misha x Reader Word Count: 1,062 Warnings: none A/N: Here is my entry for @mysteriouslyme81‘s gif challenge! My prompt was the gif above. HUGE THANKS to @iwantthedean for brainstorming this and giving me a premise and @ellen-reincarnated1967 for the title. Italics are a flashback. Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is awesome! :)

It wasn’t that Misha didn’t want the world to know you were his, it was quite the opposite actually, but the two of you had decided to keep everything under wraps for a while. It wasn’t his decision. Mostly you weren’t quite ready to be thrust into the spotlight just yet. Being with him came with a whole lot of exposure, something you knew from the beginning, and he was more than okay with you not being ready for all of that. The current discussion you were having with Misha, before he went to the awards show, was because of your hesitance.

“You know they’re going to ask me about you right?” he asked, “The reporters.”

“I know,” you sighed, running your hands through your hair, “but, Mish, I just -- I’m not ready for all of that. I don’t think I can handle paparazzi following me around or all the hate that comes with it. I’m not built for that.”

“I know,” he said pulling on his blazer, “but that doesn't mean I don't want to talk about you.”

You rolled your eyes. It felt like this was the thousandth time you were having this discussion.

“But I won't,” he said, pulling you close to him before kissing you.

You thanked him for being so patient with you and watched him walk out of the hotel room. You poured yourself a glass of wine and settled on the couch before switching on the TV. Just because you didn't want him to talk about you didn't mean that you weren't going to watch the awards show. He was still your boyfriend, after all.

The night you met Misha Collins started out just like any other. You were out with your friends at a bar celebrating your best friend’s engagement when you saw him from across the room.

He looked familiar, but you couldn't quite place where you recognized him from. It wasn't until a few hours later when he bought you a drink that you finally figured it out. You had been a casual fan of Supernatural for quite some time and it was astounding to you that one of the leading actors was buying you a drink and having a conversation with you.

By the end of the night you left with his number and a promise for dinner later that week. He made good on his promise a few days later by taking you out for dinner and drinks. From that moment on the two of you were inseparable, well as inseparable as possible with his work schedule. You made time to fly out to see him and he came to see you any time he had a few days off. You were falling for him -- hard -- and with that came a lot of things you weren’t ready to deal with.

You expressed your concerns to him and he was more than gracious about abiding by your wishes. You spent time with the rest of the cast and their wives and were more than careful about not being noticed. You had managed to stay out of the public eye quite well and you were grateful for that.

You watched the celebrities walking down the red carpet, talking to reporters, and you were making mental notes about who’s outfits you liked the best to discuss with your best friend the next day -- something you always did during awards season. A few more celebrities crossed your screen and then you saw Misha. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him, seeing your boyfriend cross your TV screen always made you proud, and also grin like an idiot. After a few questions about the show and the nomination he was up for the question you were most nervous about came up.

“So you’ve been seen out and about with someone,” the reporter said, “anything you’d like to say? Is she just a friend? A girlfriend maybe?”

Misha chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.

“There is someone special,” he said, “I’ll admit to that.”

“Can you tell us who she is?”

“No,” he said with a smile, “I’m gonna keep that to myself for now. All you need to know is she’s amazing and I’ve never been happier.”

The reporter thanked him for his time and you watched him continue to walk down the red carpet. You couldn’t stop the grin from forming on your face. Not just because of what he said about you but because he had respected your wishes and continued to keep your identity a secret. You got up off the couch and poured yourself another glass of wine before sitting back down to watch the rest of the awards show. You enjoyed it, even though Misha didn’t win in the category he was nominated for, and anxiously waited for your boyfriend to get home.

A few hours, and what you were sure was a couple after parties later, he finally made his way through the hotel room door. He looked exhausted but you practically jumped off the couch and ran over to him, pulling him in for a kiss.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“I love you,” you said before you could stop yourself.

It was the first time you ever said it to him, even though you’d been feeling that way for a while, and although he looked shocked for a moment he smiled before kissing you again.

“I love you too,” he said.

“Thank you for not mentioning me by name,” you smiled.

“I wouldn’t do that to you,” he said.

“I know, but it still means a lot,” you said, “but I think...maybe next time, I’ll go with you.”

“Really?” he asked, completely taken aback.

“Really,” you grinned, “I love you, Misha Collins, and I think I’m finally ready for the world to know it.”

He pulled you in for another kiss. Even though at the beginning of the night you wanted to keep yourself hidden from the public eye after seeing him talk about you in that short interview you wanted people to know you were his and he was yours. There didn’t need to be speculation anymore. You could see yourself with him for the long haul and if that was going to be the case it was time to come out of hiding, people needed to know.

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stusbunker · 5 years

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Less Than Well Received

A Supernatural Fan-ficiton

Featuring: Sam Winchester (x?) Female Reader, Cas, Jack, and Dean

A/N: This is for @bamby0304‘s Triple Threat Challenge. My prompts will be in bold. Angst? Angst. Fluff? A smidge in the middle. Crack? Yep, because I can. Then some more flangst to round it out. xoxo Stu

Masterlist

A6: “Of course, I remembered!”

B4: “Get that thing away from me!”

C9: “What did you just say?”

Y/N awoke to an eerie quiet, the walls of the Bunker echoing the silence like a forgotten tomb. She shoved her feet into her fleece lined slippers and shuffled down the hall. The hallway lights were on, but the farther she wandered the darkened rooms seemed to increase. Glancing down at her watch she barely registered the five o’clock hour when--

“Mornin’!” A pointed whisper came up from behind. She jolted, shaking free from the clench of fear along her spine.

“Sam! Goddamnit! What the hell?!” She shoved his meaty upper arm in frustration, registering the hurt in his ever-shifting eyes before remembering to lower her voice. “Sorry, it’s just,” she shrugged.

“It’s super creepy when everyone is sleeping or out on a case?” Sam gave a knowing nod, absently rubbing the spot she had hit him. “Yeah, well, this is what we’re used to. I kind of like it.”

“Well, that’s because you were forged in the fire, man. Most mere mortals couldn’t stand this place like this 24/7.”

His lips twitched into a half smile, “Coffee?”

She couldn’t help but return the gesture, it was so rare these days. “Look at you, Mr. Smooth, skirting the topic and going straight for my weakness.”

Sam stood back and let Y/N step down into the kitchen first, “Yeah, well, us former-Hell-dwellers tend to know how to read minds.”

“Oh, Sam, no! I didn’t mean it like tha-”

“I know,” Sam’s head lolled into a slightly reassuring tilt as dragged his hand through his long hair. “How about we leave the playful banter for when we’re both more awake?”

She nodded, tugging the sleeves of her hoodie down over her hands as Sam bee-lined for the coffee maker.

It always seemed to happen, she would be alone with their leader and everything would get awkward, or frustrating or Jack would ask too many questions and she would make an ass out of herself by not giving good enough responses. She just wanted to clear the air, but with Michael out there, with Dean; there was never a good time to do so. She didn’t want to be another helping of shit sandwich on Sam’s plate.

She just wanted to feel like part of the team.

Sam didn’t know why he was so snippy, no, he had plenty of reasons why. But he didn’t know why it was manifesting with uncalled for snapping at Y/N or Jack. He should be focusing on finding Dean Michael. Not reliving the hurt in Y/N’s eyes when he raised his voice over their modest dinner of energy bars and a six pack. He slammed his eyes closed, trying to hide from the memory. The bed was lumpy, so he shifted, jostling Jack, who was asleep curled away from him. Sam let out a rattled breath.

Another motel, another town, another dead end.

It had been two weeks without Dean and the tension between Sam and Y/N had intensified to the point of Castiel stepping in to mediate. It seemed like even the angel’s good intentions were failing them as he walked into the library to find Sam slamming the laptop closed just to fold his hands in his lap.

“Go ahead, Y/N. Let’s hear what possibly can’t wait,” Sam’s brow pinched between annoyance and confusion.

“What the hell is the matter with you? You shoot down my ideas, you bark orders, you won’t even let me pair off with Jack anymore. What did I do wrong, Sam? Huh? What do you want from me? Do you want me to start saluting, to start calling you Chief?” Y/N was getting louder, the other hunters had noticed and while some quickly left the surrounding areas, a few lingered, watching the drama unfold.

Sam cleared his throat, noting the bystanders in his periphery. “Give us a minute?” He didn’t yell, but the tone made his point. Everyone left. Everyone but Y/N and Cas.

“You have been particularly pointed with Y/N, since Dean--”

“Cas? Look, you can stay, but Y/N just unloaded on me and I need to answer her, before you get to lay into me too. Alright?”

Cas looked to Y/N, she refused to meet his gaze, “I suppose.”

“You’re right,” Sam swallowed.

“What did you just say?” Y/N’s headed whipped up like a jack-in-the-box.

Sam inhaled through his nose, “And I’m sorry. I have been taking out all of my frustration on you.”

“Damn right you have. But that’s not all.” Y/N countered, plopping into the chair in front of Sam, lowering herself to his level. Cas watched quietly, noting the way Sam clenched his jaw against the flow of emotion. “There’s got to be a reason it’s me. Cas has known you the longest and Jack is your family. Is it because I am expendable? That I don’t matter in the grand scheme of your fucking gospels so I get all the bitterness and none of the respect? Newsflash! Still a person.”

Y/N splayed her hands in the air mimicking a camera’s flash before falling back in the wooden chair, one leg draped over the armrest as she waited for Sam to stop chewing his words. He watched her through clouding eyes, his guilt eating him from the inside out. She cut right to the quick and it stung too much to assemble another apology, much less an explanation.

His eyes stayed locked on his hands. “I don’t know what else to say. But, uh, I should go--,” he stood glancing at Cas before walking away. “Need some air,” was left hovering in the stunned space.

Jack strolled into the make-shift gym an hour after the fall out in the library. He didn’t know why everyone was whispering about Y/N and Sam, so he wanted to check on her. He found her beating the crap out of the punching bag.

“You’re angry?”

Y/N tried to ignore the Nephil, but his youthful persistence slowly beat her dwindling adrenaline rush.

“Why are you angry with Sam?” Jack squared his feet behind the bag to hold it steady for her next assault.

“Why aren’t you?” She replied, grunting against the slap of gloves against the bag. Jack’s face contorted in thought, she rolled her eyes. He was still so pure.

“He treats me like shit and isn’t very patient with you these days.” Y/N’s chest heaved, the sweat pooling down her back and between her breasts. She shifted against the sports bra.

“But, with Dean-”

“Dean’s been gone before. More than once, Jack. You know that right?” He nodded, pursing his lips as he remembered all that he had learned about his many dads.

“Sam is trying his damndest, Y/N.” Jack replied.

“That’s a weird thing to hear from you.” Y/N huffed out a single note of laughter, stepping back to grab a drink from her water bottle.

“That’s what Dean said. He said Sam was trying his damndest to court you.”

“He what now?”

“Because of the sex.”

“Sex? Sam wants to have sex with me?”

“That’s what Dean said.”

“Oh crap.”

Jack cocked his head and looked even more confused than ever.

New Year’s Eve in the Bunker was a forced affair. Though drinking hadn’t really wavered in Dean’s absence; the atmosphere had dulled to a lament instead of a celebration. Twenty eighteen was crap, even on the Winchester scale and everyone was ready to start anew.

A few couples had found corners to make insufferable heart eyes at each other, or worse, making out despite the remaining hunters within earshot, watching television or playing cards. Sam had resigned himself to a night in, letting the threat of Michael’s armies linger on all fronts. He was just too tired. And if he were to admit it to himself, lonely. Sam Winchester was usually a giggly drunk, but on that night, the last night of 2018, he indulged.

Sam was getting philosophical as he downed yet another shot, which he chased with a plastic flute of discount aisle champagne. “I mean, in the grand scheme of things. What’s one kiss?”

“Sam?” Cas eyed the large man.

“It’s only what? Five seconds? Nothing to spend a whole year building up in your mind. Five seconds, ten seconds, seconds are seconds. Time is vast.”

“Time is a construct, Sam. If you’re thinking about kissing someone, I think it would be best to get Y/N’s permission first.”

“Y/N? Is she here? I haven’t seen her lately.” Sam missed the angel’s point as he scanned the room from his perch against the war room map platform.

“She’s in her room. She said she just wanted to fall asleep to movies and forget the last year ever happened.” Jack replied, carefully pulling the bottle away from Sam’s reach and handing it to Cas.

“But that’s ridiculous. It happened. You can’t forget it, otherwise you won’t learn from it. I should tell her, right?”

“Tell Y/N what?”

“That.” Sam stood up, unevenly righting his shoulders before glancing at both sets of confused blue eyes. “And I’m going to.” Sam nodded to himself before he strutted determinedly and with a slight lean to Y/N’s room. Jack went to follow Sam, but Cas grabbed his arm.

“I think we’ve intervened enough with those two.”

“But what if she hurts him?”

“We can’t save each other from all pain, but we can be there to help tend the wounds,” Cas explained.

“Y/N?!” Sam half groaned/ half yelled through the locked door, before knocking insistently. “Y/N, Jack told me you’re in there. Don’t forget. Okay? It would be bad if you forget.”

Y/N’s attention was piqued with the sluggish delivery in her general direction. She hesitated for a few seconds before throwing back her covers and shuffling to the door in oversized flannel pants and a ratty tee, her killer NYE ensemble.

“Y/N! Talk to me! Please? Pretty please? Pretty please, pretty girl?” She opened the door before he could make more of a fool of himself. “Hey!” He smiled blindly, dimples sparkling along side his pearly whites.

“What am I forgetting?”

“You’re not! And that’s what’s important.” Sam stumbled passed her and into her dimly lit room, before turning and grasping at her hands. “Look, I know it’s not midnight, but it will be and time is a construct and I just really want to kiss you already.” Sam closed his eyes and leaned in and kissed Y/N hairline.

Once he recovered, Sam pulled back to assess her reaction. She wasn’t angry, but she wasn’t kissing him back. She was, amused? Concerned?

“What?”

“What? Where did me forgetting or not forgetting turn into you kissing me?!”

“So you don’t want to. Cas said to ask and I--” Sam scrunched his eyes closed and internally kicked himself.

“Stop Sam. Let’s just, sit? Yeah?” Y/N dragged him on her bed where he promptly fell back and stared at her ceiling.

“I’m going to die alone. Again.” He mirthlessly laughed.

“How do you go from sappy flirty Sam to morose? It’s got to be some kind of record.” Y/N asked, brushing the hair from his face, he leaned into her palm, relishing in the chill of her smooth skin.

“It’s why Dean never let me get too drunk, because I get chatty and pouty.” Sam sighed, throwing his arms back behind his head.

“Dean didn’t let you? Or you didn’t let yourself?”

“Both. Probably. I’m not sure anymore.”

Y/N took him in, his large arms like wings framing his broad shoulders, tanned firm skin over layers of muscle. He was a beautiful man, but he was also her boss. And had done nothing but treat her like crap lately. If it were another time and place, she could see herself enjoying his kiss. But tonight, she just felt like his minder and not in a sexy way.

“Do you want to kiss me because it’s New Years or do you want to kiss me for me?”

“Both, probably.” Sam muttered, his eyes staying closed as he lay perpendicularly on her bed, his large feet still on the floor.

“Probably doesn’t score you any points tonight, slugger.”

“ ‘Sokay. Shoulda asked, like Cas says.” He scrunched his overly straight nose and began to snore quietly. Y/N sighed, knowing she wouldn’t be able to move him on her own.

“Happy New Year, Chief.”

The next morning at breakfast, which was much more timely a lunch, Sam and Y/N found themselves sitting together in quiet, awkward silence. Castiel had made pancakes with extra bacon, because he remembered Dean always craved grease when he was hungover. The few hunters that lingered near the coffee pot made small talk and plans for their coming cases. Groups ready to get back out there with a hopeful glint that only January first could bring.

Y/N didn’t want to bring up the previous night, but it came glaringly back into focus when a fake sprig of mistletoe suddenly appeared above her head.

She shrieked and batted it away, “Get that thing away from me!”

Jack giggled behind their seats, “I thought you wished for a New Year’s kiss, Y/N?”

“Not now...” Y/N gave the young man a glare that could clear a vamp’s nest, but of course Sam had heard it all.

“Just not from me?” Sam asked in a croaking voice.

When Y/N finally looked back at Sam it was with a pained expression. He gave her a tight lipped nod, tortured but respectful.

364 days later

Dean ordered another round of drinks. “To all those we lost this year!”

The meager group took the shots before them as the bartender poured the next round with both hands.

“To the best damn friend a guy could ask for.” Dean drank again, biting back his grief.

“To Cas!” Y/N replied, finishing the toast.

Sam and Jack shared a sorrowful glance before taking their shots.

The bar filled with shouts as the ball dropped in New York City marking an hour out for the Kansas crowd.

“What a year,” Y/N leaned against the back of Jack’s stool.

“Are New Year’s celebrations always so bittersweet? Or is it just me?” Jack asked as he peeled the label from his beer bottle.

“It’s just the life, Jack.”

“Here’s to more sweet than bitter in 2020,” Y/N raised her glass to clink against Jack’s empty beer and Sam’s untouched one. Sam still looked at her like she hung the moon, Jack thought. But he knew that the moon fell into orbit long before Y/N’s birth. It was just another one of those expressions he found and clung to. The poetry of life, things that Cas would appreciate if he were here to share them with.

Dean sauntered back from flirting with a waitress and wished his small band of misfits goodnight, “Sorry, folks, but this smooth talker doesn’t have to hang around until midnight.”

“Be safe,” Y/N chided, leaning in for a quick kiss on his cheek. Jack joined in on the group hug and Sam chuckled as Dean dragged him in by the collar of his coat.

“Happy New Year, guys,” Dean gave a wink and a salute before he turned to follow his “date” to the door.

An hour and a half later, Sam heard a slight knock on his own door. He threw his shirt back on before opening it to find Y/N. He tried to put his hair back in place when she sighed and then brought her hand above her head. Her eyes closed and she stood silently, the nervous energy radiating from beneath the bundle of greenery.

“I thought you didn’t want my New Year’s kiss.” Sam whispered as his face hovered over hers.

“Well, maybe I don’t want another year like last year. What do you say?” She peeked with one eye, like a child cheating at hide-and-seek.

“Pretty please, pretty girl?” Sam crooned before she jumped into his arms at long last.

Five, ten, twenty; seconds were seconds and it was worth the wait.

They were both grinning idiots when they broke apart, gasping for air, but still trying to close the invisible distance between them. “You remembered your drunken ramblings from last year.”

“It was technically from the year before last, Y/N,” Sam corrected as she rolled her eyes. “Of course I remembered!”

“Happy New Year, Chief.”

His dimples greeted her like old friends.

“Happy New Year, Y/N.”

@dontshootmespence @veroinnumera @reid-fiction @mrswhozeewhatsis @madlu45 @because-imma-lady-assface @remember-me-forever-silent-angel @rmmalta

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swiftbell · 6 years

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11 questions + 11 questions

Rules: Always post the rules. answer 11 random questions posted for you, create 11 new ones and tag 11 people. Let the person who tagged you know that you answered.

I was tagged by @gay-grandma (previously @makeroomforlaferry) as the war rages on

Questions:

1. If you could make up a legend about anything (like where you’re from, about your family, anything) what would it be? There have been tales about changelings, children of faeries or trolls who have been placed in the cradle in stead of the human child. There have been stories about the lives of these supernatural children, how they differ from humans, their oddness, their particular nature, or even how there might be a link between changelings and autistic people. But not many talk about the human changeling. You don’t hear the story about the child that was snatched away by the faeries or trolls, nor do you hear about their lives among them, how they were brought into a life of magic, a nature different from the one humans live in, a life of wonder and opportunities. You don’t hear about the human changelings who were taken away from all that and put back among human kind, feeling out of place in this world of expectations and presumptions. Maybe that’s why I still feel out of place. 2. If you had to pick a supernatural creature to hunt you - which one? Oh man, one to hunt me? I’m terrified of being hunted, but I think I could try and deal with a skogsrå, or sjörå. We could probably reason with each other. 3. Favourite song right this second? Right now I’m pretty sure it’s Blumenkranz from Kill la Kill, it’s such an iconic soundtrack, and very original too. 4. Favourite actual legend? You are making me suffer here. But if we take one that’s been one of my favourites for a long time I’m gonna say Robin Hood. I’m also partial to Bloody Mary. 5. What about your favourite conspiracy theory? Taliesin Axelrod Jaffe ain’t human. 6. What would you do first if you became immortal? I’d find a way to get a steady income that would last for ages without me doing too much. Then I hope that good health and sleeping habits were included in the immortal package otherwise it’s a rip-off. 7. Which ABBA song is the best? Lay All Your Love On Me is so good! 8. Salt water or sweet water? I’m partial to saltwater, mostly ‘cause the life in seawater is usually more interesting (and saltwater tastes good in small quantities), and I get a bit nostalgic about it since I live by the coast. Buuuut I also prefer swimming in, and living around sweet water sources. I miss swimming in lakes (also I have to swim in a river some time, I can’t believe I haven’t done it yet). 9. Are you salt or pepper? Salt. Not a big fan of pepper, and salt fuels my soul. 10. Tell me about what a perfect breakfast is to you. Someplace calm and inside, but with big glass doors open to the outside, the sun shining, but there’s a chilly morning breeze still, the dew still clinging to the grass in the shadow. On the table there’s bacon, newly made mini baguettes, scones, pancakes, juice and milk to drink, hot chocolate with whipped cream. Waffles too. Maybe waffles instead of pancakes. Alternatively with a storm going on outside, the lights turned down low, hearing the wind and rain thrash about, but knowing that you’re safe inside with good food and company, possibly after running around and dancing in the rain for a while. Mostly though a perfect breakfast to me is to spend time with good friends and good food, in a place we all like, having fun together! 11. Is there anything better than cheesecake? Yes a really good book *keyboard music* I see your cheesecake that I don’t like and raise you kladdkaka with a layer of melted chocolate on top together with whipped cream!

11 question:

1. Which would you rather explore: a haunted attic or a haunted cellar? 2. If you could could have a familiar, what would they be, and what would they look like? 3. Would you rather be agile and graceful, or strong and tough? 4. Being able to fly, or being able to breathe underwater? 5. What do/don’t you like about your starsign? 6. If you were a mystical/magical/mythological/supernatural creature, what would you be and why? 7. What’s your weapon of choice? 8. If you became a character in a book, what role would you want to have? And how do you think your story would go? 9. Favourite clichéd trope? 10. Favourite dragon from How To Train Your Dragon? 11. Which ficitonal universe would you like to go to, and why?

As always I tag @gay-grandma and @misplaced-padawan but since she’s now gotten tumblr I’m gonna tag @myfirstrode-oh - sorry, but you’re part of this war now!

#bibbly bobbly talkey talkey stuff #tag meme #11 questions + 11 questions #this is never gonna end #and I love it

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the-raven-sisters · 7 years

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Fun Fact #7

Before we even finished writing Chapter Two of the series, we already had the future children of the pairings figured out... even though the kids aren’t going to come into play for a very long time.

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missjackil · 7 years

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One Year.... One year ago this month, I was introduced to these AMAZING gentlemen, and life has never been the same! I don’t recall the exact day it happened, but I do know it was March, 2016,

This is how it started... It was a very cold, snowy winter here in NJ last year, so my life long friend Dawn, my daughter Sarah, and I started binge watching different series on Netflix. Dawn first suggested this show Supernatural, which I had only heard of in passing a few times over the years, but she had watched since the beginning. She said I would love it, the brothers are hot, they hunt monsters and demons, delve a lot into Religion, which is a big interest of mine, I even have a degree in Theology, and am legally ordained. I checked the title on Netflix and saw it had 10 seasons available, and I said “Nah, that’s a pretty big commitment, I dont think I could stay interested in a show that long” then Dawn informed me, that it was still on the air and in season 11. Not my cup of tea, so I declined. She next suggested Nurse Jackie, which was really good, but so easy to burn through. I got the next pick and picked House MD which had been mine, and my daughter Sarah’s favorite series to date. This was a longer series than Nurse Jackie, 8 seasons instead of 7, and hour long episodes, as opposed to half hour. This took almost 2 months to get through. While watching this series again, I would keep commenting how much I loved the bromance between House and Wilson, to wish Dawn would always reply “The you will LOVE Sam and Dean!!” So since she had next pick, I agreed to give Supernatural a try. And this is what happened... *CRASH BOOM BANG <heavy flop>* “Wooooaaah easy tiger” “Dean?” Yeah, these boys are freakin adorable, and Im gonna love this bromance. I thought Dean was hot, and Sam was cute. Too young for me to think he was hot (me being 49 at the time) but I felt like the monsters and a lot of the horror was pretty lame, and sometimes even cheesy, though I did enjoy the chemistry the boys had with each other, and found Sam’s psychic visions to be an interesting element, I didn’t think I would stay interested for very long. For a while, we were only watching 2-3 episodes at a time, a couple times a week when Dawn would come over. Near the end of S1 I told her I didn’t think I wanted to continue. She asked me to PLEASE give it to the end of season 2 and if I still didnt like it, we could find something else. As promised, I did become more interested in S2. The humor was funnier, the acting got better, and the bromance was hotter, and the emotional moments were even more heart breaking. The first episode that left a really big impression on me was Born Under a Bad Sign. Until then, I knew Sam had psychic powers, and his father was worried he would turn dark, and left it on Dean’s shoulders to save him or kill him (good idea John, what the hell) and this episode was probably showing Sam go bad. I didnt want that, I liked the boys and I wanted to like both of them and not have to start thinking of Sam as evil, but he was soooooo creepy in that episode! I was so afraid he was going to rape Jo, fortunately he didn’t, but that “My daddy shot your daddy in the heeeaad” thing gave me the willies! I was so uncomfortable with this “Dark Sam” I thought maybe I couldnt continue. Dawn didnt want me to stop just yet, but didnt want to give me spoilers, she told me “Don’t worry, Sam and Dean are the GOOD guys and Sam is a REALLY good guy” so I continued. When it was discovered that Sam was possessed, I found that very interesting, I didn’t think the boys would ever succumb to the evil things, just kick their asses all the time, though I assumed theyd have their own asses kicked sometimes, I never thought the show would allow the heroes to really suffer.... boy was I wrong huh?? I recall my first noticing that Sam was hot and built like a truck, in Heart, and it was also the first time I really cried. I remember telling Dawn, I will watch it when she comes over but Im watching it on my own too, because now Im much more interested, but I also said “it’s kind of a bummer knowing the boys wont die, that will take away from the suspense and emotional moments when it’s feared they might die, and I remember her giving me this look... she said “trust me, you know nothing”. She was right ... All Hell Breaks Loose 1 & 2 had me sobbing! When Sam dies in Dean’s arms and Dean sobs into his neck, I dont think Ive ever seen such intense, realistic grief on a TV show. And then Dean goes and sells his soul for Sam!! This turned what I thought was a “My brother is my best friend” love into a “Id willingly spend eternity in fire and torment, to have one more year with my brother” love. That was a big turning point for me. I new Id watch it till the end and couldnt wait for those long days off when I could just binge all day long. Then Season 4 happened... I dont know when exactly it happened, or which episode it was, but somewhere early in S4, I discovered the most amazing thing. I woke up one day and realized I am madly in love with Sam Winchester! And to top it off, I was hopelessly addicted and obsessed with SPN! I wont give a rundown of how each season hit me, but its been a crazy, emotional, tragically painful, beautful roller coaster that I have no intentions to ever get off of. By the time I got to S9 and started seeing the episodes dwindle away, I didnt want to finish too fast, yet I wanted to keep binging, so thats when I decided to start rewatching. ration out the newer episodes so I dont finish too fast, and binge the ones Ive already seen, and Ive done that continiously since then, and that was in May. By the end of June, I had watched everything on Netflix and purchased all of S11 On Demand and just kept finishing and starting over, rinse, repeat. What I have learned... I mean no disrespect to Dean, I love him... but, if he ever says “As long as Im around, nothing bad is ever gonna happen to you” ... just RUN!! He said this to Sam in S1 and things just unraveled fast for poor Sam. I dont think there are many bad things LEFT that haven't happened to Sam, and we still have at least 2 more seasons to go!!! To me, Sam is the most beautiful, kind, selfless, brave character ever. Yet, he can be a little selfish on occasion, but if you needed any of the duct tape and safety pins that hold him together, he wouldnt think twice about giivng them to you. He is scared fairly often, but it’s never stopped him from facing any big bad monster life could hand him.Season 10 was definitely not his most attractive season (that hair?? WHAT??) and if you piss him off, he can viciously sting with his words at the very least, or be brutally lethal with his hands when need be. He is a full on nerd, but not the least bit pretentious about it. He doesnt think he is better than anyone, and maybe even not as good as most. He is brilliant, but wont ever make you feel stupid. He is the sweetest, kindest gentleman you’ll ever meet, but 100% badass as well. But most of all. he loves Dean with everything in his life. He will never leave him (again) for anyone. If he ever finds a significant other, they will have to accept him and Dean as One person. Package deal and thats it. To me, Dean is a rock. He rarely ever changes, This isn’t a bad thing. This compliments Sam, who is ever changing. Dean doesn’t live inside his head. He expresses his feelings more physically than with words, though he isnt one to mince words if you need to hear it. He’s emotional, not afraid to cry, but maybe afraid of who he allows to see it. He’s not perfect, he has made a lot of poor choices for himself and for Sam as well, but never with any ill intent (other than when influenced by a Supernatural force) He is a sweetheart, who unfortunately carries too much baggage. In Regarding Dean I feel like I met the REAL Dean that is lost under decades of pain, lossm and never ending violence. He can piss me off big time, but I forgive him because Sam does, and the most important thing in his world is Sam. There is nothing he wouldnt do, nor lines he wouldnt cross for Sam, and I believe he would give Sam anything in his power if Sam would simply ask. What I think of the side characters Cas, Crowley, Rowena, Bobby, etc.. all good characters who bring a lot of interest to the show, but none are strong enough characters to have their own storylines apart from Sam and Dean. Their side stories arent very interesting. I would watch a show that was only Sam and Dean (which is what I prefer) but I wouldnt watch a show that was only Cas or Crowley or whomever. They should support Sam and Dean and thats it, in my opinion.

What I have learned about the Fandom... Supernatural is the Holy Reaches of Heaven to them and they are Religions. Separate groups of individuals, expressing their love for the show and the characters in different ways. Some SPN religions are open and accepting, and some are vicious and hateful. Everyone gets different things from different parts of the series, but some of these religions, think their thoughts are the best and only True Canon even when sometimes, their thoughts are not canon at all. There are some fun, silly, kind loving fans in the SPN Family, and I have met a few, but Ive also seen some unnecessarily hatefull, mean spirited individuals who I cant consider family. SPN belongs to me, and it belongs to you. Take from it what you take from it... blog your blogs, go meta crazy, ship your ships, and write the shit out of fan fic... but please dont belittle and berate those who think differently. It is a ficitonal show, no one is going to go to Hell or be arrested for their views on it. If you don’t like it, dont watch it, but let those who do still love it, like myself, enjoy it while they can. Don’t go trying to hurt our feelings with “It should end!!” because someday it will, we know this, but we want it to live on for as long as J2 are happy to do it, and even then, it’s gonna hurt like the death of a loved one to see it go, so try to be more considerate okay? If you stayed to read ALL of this, You are precious to me :) and thank you!

#supernatural #1 year anniversary #many years to come

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