#the rugaru mistake
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Anonymously Yours
Will a wrong number lead to love?
BOLD = wrong number's messages
Italics= Y/N's messages
A/N: Thanks to @kazsrm67 for being my beta for this story and also @chriszgirl92 who bullied me into letting her read it before it was posted, who actually found mistakes that had been overlooked. LOL
‘Hey girl! I had fun last night with you. Maybe we can do it again sometime.’
‘Wrong number.’
‘Girl, quit playing! It's me. Did you get so drunk you developed amnesia?’
‘DUDE! It's 6 am. I've been asleep all night. As I said before, wrong number!’
‘Oh come on darlin’. I know you didn't give me a fake number.’
Y/N's phone lights up her face as she reads the last message. This guy just wasn't giving up.
‘Listen Romeo. Whoever you met last night either gave you a random number or you put it in your phone wrong. Sorry but I'm not her.”
‘I can't believe this. This never happens to me. Well, I'm sorry for waking you up. Have a good day.’
Y/N slams her phone down on the mattress and closes her eyes, willing for sleep to overtake her. But it never comes. She can't stop thinking about the poor schmuck at the other end of the conversation.
She sighs as she re-opens her eyes and grabs her phone
‘I'm sorry for being such a bitch. It's early. I didn't sleep well and shouldn't have taken it out on you. I hope you find the girl who fooled you…..but seriously if she just gave you a random number, she probably wasn't all that into you.’
‘Yea. That's pretty obvious. But thanks for laying it out like that. And sorry for waking you up. Again.’
Y/N read the message and then threw the comforter off her body, sitting up and placing her feet on the cold concrete floor of her room.
That's the thing about living in an underground monster-proof shelter….it's always cold! Especially in the deeper quarters, like the bedrooms and restrooms.
But being in the business of keeping the world safe from what goes bump in the night, Y/N and the Winchester Brothers must adapt and overcome the inconvenience of living off the grid.
So, an old defunct Men of Letters safe house is Home Sweet Home for the martyrs.
After using the facilities and brushing her teeth, Y/N heads toward the kitchen area, her stomach growling for sustenance.
She and Sam had spent days researching and analyzing tomes, trying to gather lore on how to kill a Khiksaz, the newest threat to the population. So much so, that it has been close to 24 hours since she had eaten anything.
She was starving!
The delightful aroma of coffee engaged her senses as she neared the kitchen. Inhaling the caffeinated fragrance, she entered the room to get her fill.
Dean, the oldest brother, stood at the stove flipping bacon. The sizzle of the meat met her ears and she hummed in bliss.
Y/N loved Dean's cooking skills. He could turn the most mundane ingredients into a delectable, magnificent meal.
“Good morning sweetheart,” he says as turns to look at her. “Sleep well?”
Y/N sips the hot beverage, letting the liquid brew wake her more and warm her from the inside.
“I guess,” she answers as she takes a seat at the table. “No nightmares, so that's a plus I guess.”
Dean approaches the table with a plate of bacon and pancakes that were warming in the oven and sets it in front of her.
“Progress though, right?”
That's the thing about Dean and Y/N; they share a connection of both suffering from nightmares. Dean’s of Hell and Y/N’s of witnessing her family get murdered by a rugaru while on the annual family camping trip.
The only thing that saved Y/N from the monster who stole her family was the fact that she had stepped out of the tent and wandered into the woods to find a spot to relieve her full bladder. She had watched from her hiding place behind a big oak as the giant beast tore her mother, her father and little brother to shreds. The guttural screams still haunted her all these years later!
“Yea, I guess so,” she admitted. “But I also feel like if I don’t dream about them, it means I’m forgetting them.”
“I know sweetheart,” Dean says from his side of the table as he pours a generous amount of molasses on his hotcakes. “But I’ve told you before. Just because you don’t dream about them doesn’t mean they’re not still in your thoughts; doesn’t mean you don’t love them or miss them anymore.”
“Yeah,” Y/N answers forlornly. “I know you’re right.”
She takes a bite of her own breakfast and moans obscenely at the burst of flavor.
“So how was your night?” she asks, knowing Dean had left to search for a hook-up to take his mind off the monotony of research. “Did you find some willing girl to get your rocks off?”
That’s another thing about Dean and Y/N’s relationship-friendship; they were crass and blunt with one another. They were like two peas in a pod. And it all started when Dean came to Y/N for advice on what exactly women want in a hook-up.
FLASHBACK
“Y/N,” Dean says as he sits at the table where she had been scouring an old journal she’d found in the library. “You’re a female, right?”
The question catches Y/N off guard and she laughs. “Yes, Dean. Unless I’ve been cursed in the last 5 minutes, I am a female. I have a vagina and boobs.”
“Smart ass,” Dean says with a smile. “Can I ask you something though? Something that only another female might understand.”
“Sure, Dean. What is it?”
“What do women look for in a hook-up?”
“I’m going to be blatantly honest with you here,” she says and continues once Dean nods. “Plain and simple. To get off. Someone who knows what to do with what the good lord gave him. We don’t really care about size but if you don’t know how to use what you got, we have to do It ourselves. And while that gets the job done, it's not as fun. As the saying goes, ‘It's not topside of the boat; it's the motion of the ocean’.
“So, Mr. Winchester,” Y/N smirks as she places her elbows on the table and rests her chin on her palms. “Do you know how to use what you got?”
She smiles as she notices the blush creeping up his neck. Who knew Dean Winchester could get flustered so easily?
Y/N would be lying if she said she'd never noticed how handsome Dean Winchester is. She has eyes with perfect vision, she can see the sex appeal. But she swore to herself that she would never be the fly caught in his web.
Dean Winchester was a player and a philanderer. He didn't do romantic relationships. Something else they had in common.
Y/N found out very early in her adult life that her choice of profession didn't lead to having a partner who understood the need, the commitment to keeping others safe from attacks of the paranormal.
So, much like the oldest Winchester, she sought out one-night stands, a love-em-and-leave-em situation was what worked best.
“Awww is Dean-o embarrassed? Well, tell me this then. Canoe, yacht or cruise ship?”
Dean flips her off and pushes up out of his chair and rushes off down the hallway, Y/N's laughter following him.
END FLASHBACK
After breakfast was finished, with Sam popping in after his early morning run to mix up a smoothie Y/N and the Winchesters gathered in the library to research more about the Khiksaz.
About an hour and one less brother later, Y/N's phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulls it out and notices it's the same number from earlier with another text.
‘You single? There's not some big burly man out for my head for waking you up this morning is there?
‘No worries Romeo. Single as a Pringle over here.’
‘That's good. You seem nice.’
Y/N couldn't help but laugh at that. This morning she had been bitchy and quite frankly rude to this stranger and he just called her nice.
Sam looked up from the book he was reading, an eyebrow raised in question.
“Sorry. Just read something funny on my phone.”
As soon as Sam was once again studying what he was reading, Y/N began texting her new friend.
‘Is that your way of asking to be friends?’
‘What if it is? What would your answer be?’
Y/N left him on Read as she contemplated his question. Would it be so horrible to befriend this guy? She knows nothing about him and he knows nothing about her. It could remain anonymous and be something to get her through the boring task of research.
‘It stays anonymous. You don't ask my name and I don't ask yours. We'll keep it casual unless one of us has a bad day. Then we'll help the other out. No pictures, no voice messages, no videos. Capichè?’
‘You sure do drive a hard bargain RG. But okay.’
‘RG?’
‘Yea. Regina George….you know the bitchy bitch from Mean Girls.’
‘Are you seriously calling me a bitch this early in the friendship?!’
‘NO!!! God no! You said it yourself this morning. You apologized for being a bitch. Sorry. I'll come up with another name for you.’
‘Oh. Haha. You got me. Okay, Regina or RG is fine.’
‘Good because I already gave you that moniker in my phone.’
The rest of the afternoon consisted of researching this new species of monster and texting Romeo, as he was now labeled in her phone.
Dean was once again absent from the library after he had brought in some sandwiches he had whipped up.
As evening approaches, Sam and Y/N were still poring over the lore and taking notes. Dean walks Into the library with a whistle on his lips and his keys twirling around his finger.
“See ya later nerd,” he calls out as he heads up the stairs.
“Wrap it before you tap it,” Y/N yells.
“Fuck you!”
“No thanks.”
And then he was gone. Off to find some floozy in a bar to make him forget the awful world they live in.
Y/N retired to her room around midnight, her eyes tired and her back aching from leaning over all day.
As she changes into her pajamas She hears her phone ding with a message.
‘You awake?’
‘No. I'm sleeping peacefully. Ha! I just climbed into bed. What's going on?’
‘Eh. Nothing much. Just lonely.’
‘Lonely? You mean Romeo didn't go out and try to find another conquest?’
‘Not really in the mood. Just wanted to have a conversation that didn't lead to anything.’
‘Okay. So tell me about your day.’
Y/N laid in bed, reading texts about Romeo's job in pest control and how he hated that customers would call him in about their problems but when he eradicated the vermin there was no appreciation, no gratitude.
She tells him about her work as customer service and how she suffers the same fate.
‘The adage “The Customer is Always right” is bullshit. Complete and utter bullshit!’
‘I feel you there sister.’
The two of them keep texting back and forth throughout the night until Y/N hears Dean’s early morning return from wherever he’d been. She made a note to sanitize Baby’s backseat before their next trip.
She listens to his footfalls approaching and then continues past her room to reach his, further down the hallway.
‘God this night sucks! I just want to fall into bed and sleep. Text tomorrow, bestie?’
‘Tomorrow Romeo.’
That night, Y/N’s sleep is plagued with nightmares. They consist of the anonymous person on the other side of the phone. As the night continues the images behind her eyelids morph into more pleasant ones. Her dream guy is tall, muscular with beautiful features and a complete sweetheart; a complete and adorable heartthrob.
She wakes the next morning with a smile on her lips and an urgent need to masterbate. She sends out a silent thank you to the girl who gave out the wrong number; before making her way to the bathroom.
A week later, Sam and Y/N finally had enough knowledge and data on the Khiksaz for the three of them to venture out to the small community of Sikeston, MO and take this monster on.
With help from the immense amount of lorebooks and tomes in the library of the Bunker, they figured out that a Khiksaz was a phantasm from a tribes of Arabian descent that had been captured and stored for millennia in a handspun clay jar after the spirit ripped through the older members of the tribe and began to beseech the still infantile and juvenile members to allow it to lead them.
One of the oldest chiefs, a religious man, conjured up a binding spell that captured and trapped the Khiksaz creature into the urn for all eternity. Unfortunately, someone in Missouri had come across the container and, not knowing what it contained, unleashed the beast which was causing chaos and devastation in the small town.
Sam and Y/N had worked mercifully at creating a copy of the enchantment and found a similar vessel to once again apprehend the offending spirit.
It was a 9 hour drive that took Dean only 7 to accomplish. Once they were checked in and unpacked, the three of them set out to make sure they had what they needed to accomplish the job.
Well, Sam and Y/N did. Dean sulked and flipped through the television channels until he found an old John Wayne western to watch.
Y/N felt her phone buzz in her pocket, but she was too busy perusing the spell once again to check.
After a few minutes, Dean huffed and turned the tv off and announced he was going out to find some fun in this one-horse town.
Y/N had had enough of his attitude for the last few days. He had been agitated and snippy at them both.
“God damn Dean! We are here to get this Khiksaz not for you to get your dick wet in some strange pussy!”
“Don’t you fucking worry about where my dick is going!” Dean yells back. “I don’t need a cunt to get off. My hand works just fine. I just need a drink or twelve.”
“Asshole!” Y/N says, stepping up to the older Winchester and getting in his face.
“You’re insufferable! I’ll see you two when I see you.”
He steps toward the door, throws a middle finger sign over his shoulder and sings, “Don’t wait up.”
Y/N growls. She literally and audibly growls.
“What the hell is his problem?!” she asks, rhetorically.
“He’s Dean,” Sam tries to reason. “You know how he is.”
“Yea, he’s a giant asshole.”
Once the two of them get the spell and weapons, along with the container to hold the Khiksaz in, they decide to go find something to eat.
While waiting on Sam to use the restroom, Y/N pulls her phone from her pocket to see a text from Romeo.
‘How you doin’?”
‘Friends fan huh? So maybe I should call you Joey. By the way, that is the lamest pickup line ever.’
‘I thought it was pretty good. In the 90s. It worked a few times.’
‘Yes I tried it.’
‘An no, I’m not hitting on you’
‘I don't know whether to be pleased or offended.’
‘Why?’
‘Why what?’
‘Never mind. So what are you doing?’
‘Getting ready to head out and get a bite to eat.’
‘Alone?’
‘Nope. My brother is coming with.’
‘Oh. You have a brother? So do I.’
‘Cool. What are you doing? I thought we were keeping this anonymous?’
‘You're right. No deep seated questions about one another. Sorry.’
‘Feeling like a jerk. A co-worker of mine and I got into it and I said some things I didn’t mean and now I regret it.’
‘So go apologize.’
‘Yea. I probably need to. ‘
‘Go apologize Romeo. Or I’ll send my brother to kick your ass.’
‘You make your brother do all your dirty work?’
‘I don’t make him do anything. But anyway, he’s out of the bathroom now so I’ll catch you on the flip side.’
‘And go apologize.’
As they walked across the highway to the diner, Sam brought up the texting.
“You have a boyfriend or something?”
“No,” Y/N answers sheepishly. “Just a friend….who might be a guy.”
She waits until after the waitress takes their order before delving into the whole story of how some random guy began texting her because he was given the wrong number by a girl.
“Ouch! That’s harsh.,” Sam says. “But what do you know about this guy? Is there a reason the girl gave him a fake number?”
Y/N shrugs as she takes a sip of water. “I dunno. Like, he seems nice. And we get along. But just through text. I don’t even know his real name. I called him Romeo in jest and it kind of just stuck.”
“You don’t even know his name?! Does he know yours?”
“No,” Y/N laughs at the ridiculousness of it. “He refers to me as Regina or RG.”
Sam looks at her confused so she explains.
“Regina George from Mean Girls. I was kind of a bitch to him, like Regina is to everyone in the movie. I didn’t take offense to it. I thought it was quite hilarious.”
“Let me see your phone,” Sam says, holding his hand out for it.
Y/N watches Sam scroll through her contacts until he gets to ‘Romeo”. He opens the information tab and studies it. His lips pull into a quarter smile as he closes the phone and hands it back.
“What?”
“What, nothing? What was the smile for?”
“What smile? I’m just happy you made a friend outside Dean and I. I mean, you gotta be careful because of our line of work. But I like that you have someone else to talk to.”
“Oh.”
The waitress brings their food and the subject is dropped. Their attention and concentration goes back to the job at hand and they discuss how to lure the Khiksaz out and distract it while the incantation is said.
In the early morning hours, Y/N is awakened by Dean stumbling into the room, blitzed out of his mind. He staggers to the mini-fridge and pulls out a bottle of water, opening it and downing it.
Between the smell of booze and the aroma of some of the most fragrant perfume, Y/N can’t help but gag. Dean notices the involuntary movement and shakes his head.
He cautiously walks to the bed and sits down beside Y/N.
“Are you here to gloat?” she whispers. “I really don’t want to hear about your sexcapades with some poor hometown girl.”
“Y/N, we’re friends right?” Dean says instead and it shocks her.
“Yes, Dean. We’re friends.”
“I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to call you an uptight cunt.”
“Um, Dean? You didn’t.”
“Yes, I did. On the drive over to the bar. I called you an uptight cunt and a self-righteous prude and I’m sorry.”
“All is forgiven,” Y/N says, burrowing her nose into the pillow. “But please go shower and wash that stink off you before I puke!”
Dean chuckles. “Yes ma’am.”
Unfortunately the next day does not go to plan at all. Both Winchesters and Y/N are thrown around while fighting and trying to capture the Khiksaz. Sam ends up with a concussion but Y/N breaks a couple of ribs.
With horrible dictation, Dean gets the spell read and the monster is once again bottled up and will make the trek back to Kansas to be stored away in the dungeon of the Bunker.
Y/N feels every curve and bump in the road of the 647 mile trip. Broken ribs are uncomfortable and painful when you're lying still but Dean insists on driving like a bat out of Hell.
He is on a tangent about how the information they had to the Khiksaz wasn’t complete and they didn’t know it had powers and how it’s his fault for leaving the research up to the two of them.
Sam tries in vain to reason with his hard-headed brother.
“We don’t always know everything about the monsters we go up against. This is just another instance!”
“Yea. Well-”
“Well, nothing! This hunt was no different than when we went up against that Wendigo or the rugaru that killed Travis! What?! Is it because Y/N got hurt? Is that why you're so pissed off?”
“We all got banged up; it's not just her,” Dean defended. “You have a concussion for Christ's sake!”
“And your brooding and griping isn't helping. Let's just call it a win and move on. Please!” Y/N pleaded from the backseat. “And Dean? Slow the fuck down! You're killing me back here.”
Knowing that his erratic speeding and Baby's lack of sufficient suspension is probably agonizing with busted ribs, he took his foot off the gas.
“Sorry sweetheart,” he apologizes. “I just want to get back to Bunker to rest and recuperate. I'll go slower.”
The rest of the ride was quiet and uneventful, other than when Sam tried to fall asleep and Dean blasted Metallica to keep his brother awake.
Once parked in the garage, Dean hurried to help Y/N sit up and get out of the car and hovered around her as she made her way to her room.
“You need anything, just holler okay?”
“Thanks Dean.”
As soon as he was out of the room and the door was closed, Y/N pulled her phone out.
‘I've had a shitty day at work. Tell me a joke.
There was no response for the longest time; so long Y/N began wondering if Romeo had actually blocked her.
‘Did you hear about the Italian chef that died?’
‘No. What happened?’
‘He pasta-way!’
‘OMG! They was corny as fuck!’
‘Forrest Gump’s email is 1forrest1.’
‘That one is no better. Lol. But they made me smile. Thank you Romeo.’
‘You're welcome Regina. Wanna tell me about your day?’
‘Nah, that's okay. It was just another one dealing with ungrateful, unappreciative customers.’
‘How was yours?’
‘Honestly, about like yours. Customer called with a rodent nuisance and I took care of it. Customer never acknowledged it.’
‘People suck!’
‘Yes, they do.’
The phone was silent for a few minutes before it buzzed again with an incoming text.
‘I ordered a chicken and an egg online. I'll let you know which comes first.’
‘Ya know, I'm starting to understand why that girl gave you the wrong number. You. Are. A. Dork!’
‘You asked for it missy! I am quite offended. I'm the farthest thing from a dork. I'm suave and charming for your information!’
‘And a dork. But you made me smile with your silly dad jokes. So thank you.’
‘Glad I could make you feel better. Our conversations make me happy.’
‘Same goes for me. But I'm getting pretty tired so I'm gonna try to get some shut eye. Good night Romeo. :*’
Y/N's eyes widened as she realized what she had done. She'd sent him a kiss face! A stranger! Someone she didn't really know.
What if he took that the wrong way? They had agreed to be anonymous friends. FRIENDS, nothing more. So why did she send him that?
What did it mean?! Was she developing feelings for this mysterious man?
She thought back to just a few nights ago, the erotically passionate dream she'd had with what she imagined this stranger to look like.
She reminisced of her dream Romeo kissing her breathless, worshiping her body as if it were a temple; of how they had fervidly made love into the early morning hours. He had brought her pleasure numerous times!
Oh fuck! She was falling for him.
‘Sweet dreams darlin’ :*’
Y/N laid awake for hours, contemplating on how to handle the knowledge that she was falling for the stranger.
How was it possible to develop feelings for someone you've never met, someone you'd never laid eyes on. Hell, she didn't even know the sound of his voice.
Around dawn, she decided she would no longer exchange messages with him and as soon as her body was healed, she was going to go find some willing guy to fuck Romeo's memory away.
Of course, she was awakened by her phone alerting her that a text was waiting.
‘Good morning beautiful’
‘You're probably still asleep’
‘I just can't get you out of my head’
‘Maybe we should break the anonymous rule and meet?’
Y/N read each of the lines over and over, each time making her heart drop. She didn’t know what to do.
She began to think that maybe she should’ve just ignored and erased his first message; when she realized it was a complete stranger who had accidentally texted the wrong number. She shouldn't have engaged with him. Now she was in this predicament. Of course, this is how her life is, fucked up and confusing as hell!
Y/N silences her phone and rolls out of bed carefully. The motion takes her breath away as her broken ribs shift with the motion. She makes her way to the door and down the hallway toward the bathroom, only to be almost bowled over when Sam, dripping wet and shirtless, comes barreling out of the bathroom.
“Oof.”
“Oh god Y/N. I’m so sorry,” he apologizes, profusely. “I didn’t expect you to be out of bed. Dean said he was going to bring you breakfast.”
“That’s sweet of him,” Y/N responded with a smile. “But that doesn’t negate my bladder issues.”
Sam laughed and stepped to the side. “Yea, I guess not. So, ummm…I guess I’ll come check on you later?”
“Okay,” she says as she closes the door to the communal bathroom and shuffles to the row of toilets. As she went to sit, she realized that the mundane task was hindered; she couldn’t bend without excruciating pain radiating from her thorax.
Even though her bladder was yelling at her to be emptied, Y/N stood and studied the ancient throne. With a small shrug, she grabbed the roll of tissue and tore off a few squares of paper before pulling her leg out of one side of her sleep pants and straddling the seat.
After cleaning up-because peeing like a man isn’t as easy for a woman as you’d think- Y/N heads back to her room, where as Sam said, Dean was waiting with a tray of eggs, bacon and coffee.
“Oooh, nectar of the Gods,” Y/N says as she reaches for the hot beverage. “Thanks Dean!”
“You’re welcome. How’re you feeling?”
“I’ve been better. I can tell you that,” she answers. “I’m going to try to wrap them later.”
“I can help you do that,” Dean says as he watches her sit on the bed before sitting the tray of food on the table. “You probably can’t get it tight enough.”
“M'kay.”
A few hours later
“Dean, I swear to Chuck if you try to cop a feel, I’ll kick your ass!”
“Oh be quiet, Y/N/N. It’s not like I haven’t seen them before,” Dean teases.
And he was right. On a couple occasions the eldest Winchester had been witness to Y/N’s top half of her body exposed; whether it’d be walking into the bathroom as she was exiting the shower or when she got wasted at that bar the three hunters visited and she flashed the whole crowd as she finished singing “Natural Woman” by Aretha Franklin; well butchered it would be a better word as she couldn’t hit a single good note in her inebriated state.
But she was being ogled by a fellow patron and was feeling frisky so after placing the mic back on the stand, she flipped her shirt up and flashed the whole bar. Her bra covered the main parts but it had been a ragged one and didn’t hide much.
So, yea Dean and Sam and half the community of Bumfuck, NM had seen her tits.
“I know,” she giggles and then groans as he wraps the gauze around her torso tightly. “Motherfuck! That hurts.”
“Cry baby,” Dean jokes.
“Let me kick you in your balls and see how you feel,” Y/N threatens.
“Hey now. If I can’t grope you, you aint groping me!”
“You’re such a dork!” Y/N says and they both laugh.
“Okay, you’re all bandaged up now,” Dean says as he hands her her shirt. “Go on and get redressed.”
As soon as Dean leaves, Y/N feels her phone buzzing in her pocket.
‘Regina? Are you there?’
‘Did I scare you off?’
‘Could you please answer me?’
‘Please?’
Y/N pockets the device and heads back to her room. How is she going to answer him? Is she?
She sits on her bed and stares at the phone as it begins vibrating again.
‘I’m sorry. Whatever I’ve done, I’m sorry.’
Deciding to throw caution to the wind, she answers.
‘I’m here. I’m fine. No you didn’t scare me off. You actually didn’t do anything. I did. We agreed to be friends and I went and let my feelings take control and didn’t even realize it until I sent you the emoji after my message.’
‘I know you aren’t interested in me. I know I’m just the consolation prize for the busty brunette or blonde, maybe even a redhead, that you were really hoping to talk to and text. I won’t hold it against you if you want to stop texting. No need to meet in person to tell me.’
Y/N reads over her message a couple times before hitting send and laying her phone down. It immediately starts ringing.
Romeo calling…..
Fuck!
‘I’m not answering you.’
The phone stops ringing and then a message comes through.
‘You have it all wrong, darlin’. You are not a consolation prize…not even close! I wanted to tell you, to say the words to you. But you won’t answer so I’ll just type them. I’ve fallen for you too.’
‘Don’t just say that to appease me. I’m a big girl. I can take rejection’
‘Baby, rejection is the last thing on my mind. Will you please answer the phone?’
Y/N reads Romeo’s last message a few times before she opens the chat box and responds.
‘No. But I will agree to meet you. Work is going to be pretty busy for the next few weeks and I won’t have much free time. So, how about two months from now we meet at a mutually agreed upon place and see where this goes?’
‘Deal.’
Y/N knew that in a couple months her ribs would be healed enough to not raise any questions or alert Romeo to the fact that she fights monsters for a living and not existing in a dead-end customer service job as she had alleged to.
The next few days, Sam and Dean went on a couple little salt-and-burns, leaving Y/N at the Bunker to continue healing.
Y/N and her mysterious Casanova texted continuously, getting to know one another better and just regaling one another with childhood memories and stories.
It was nice; it was befitting for two strangers to become acquainted. Y/N still refused to actually speak to the man she had feelings for. The secrecy was thrilling to her and she preferred the voice he had in her now-nightly dreams.
To pop that bubble by finding out he had a high pitched, nasally voice would be most crushing.
Of course, she hadn't told Romeo her real past. He knew her parents had passed, but she claimed a car accident took them from her.
She felt terrible for lying to him but how do you tell someone that your parents were killed by a beast that isn't supposed to exist?
What Y/N doesn't know though is Romeo had lied to her about his past also.
When Sam and Dean returned from their latest hunt, neither one of them acknowledged Y/N or said a word.
Both Winchester stomped to their respective rooms and she heard one door slam right after the other did.
“What's gotten into them?” she wondered aloud before going back to reading the book she had found. It was an erotic novel.
Greg cups her cheeks in his hands and he leans into her, closing the distance until their lips meet. His were soft and plump against her thin, chapped ones, but the lack of moisture on her lips was the last thing on her mind. He licked the dry vessels until she obliged opening them, inviting him in to taste her.
Greg’s, Romeo’s moans filled her ears as he explored her mouth, his tongue wrestling with hers.
Layla Regina threw her arms over his shoulder and planted her hands against the back of his head, pulling her lover closer and deeper into herself.
They stumble and almost fall but right themselves before hitting the bed, her on her back and his weight pushing her into the mattress. As his hands begin wandering her body, Regina silently begs for his hand on her most intimate area. As his palm slides down the skin of her abdomen, she wonders if her prayers were heard.
After becoming so enthralled with the book that she was even substituting her and Romeo’s nicknames into the plotline she missed the sound of Dean’s boots thudding down the corridor.
“What has you all dreamy-eyed and drooling?”
Y/N jumps in her seat and slams the novel shut, internally lamenting the fact that she didn't mark her place for later indulgence.
She looks up to see Dean standing at the mouth of the hallway, a couple of beer bottles in his hand.
“Are you reading porn?” he asks with a laugh and a smirk.
“It's a romance novel, dumbass!”
“Eh, same thing,” Dean shrugs as he steps toward her and offers her one of the beers. “Romance guy woos the damsel right into his bed.”
“So, you know oh so much about this subject, I take it you've read a lot of romance novels?” Y/N snarks.
“You know as well as I do, life doesn't happen that way,” Dean says instead of answering her. “It's a lot more messier and a lot less loving.”
“Are you telling me you don't woo all those unwitting hookups you have? Not even just a little bit?”
“Oh no. I woo the hell out of them. Tell them exactly what they want to hear-” he takes a drink then continues. “Then I get what I'm after and leave before daylight. Easy in, easy out.”
“You are a real piece of work Dean,” Y/N says with a laugh. “Those poor women probably think they've finally found the man of their dreams and the poof! you're gone.”
“Oh like the schmucks you hook don't know you're a one and done?” Dean says, rolling his eyes. “I've heard them before, telling you all their hopes and dreams. I've heard them during, thinking you are ‘the best they ever had’- their words, by the way- and then you're usually in the back of Baby before Sam's even gone for his run.”
“Oh my god,” Y/N laughs, trying to hide the embarrassment of the fact Dean has heard some of her excursions. But that's what you get when you stay in cheap motel rooms with thin walls. “That was one time! And he was a clingy fucker. Always had to be touching me; my face, my hands, my hips. Hell he even tried to suck my toes. Eww!” she shivers at the memory. “I couldn’t get away fast enough.”
They both laugh and then it goes quiet as they drink.
“So, um…” Dean begins. “Girls, ahem women, don't like that? The touching?”
“No. I mean yea we love an attentive man but sometimes it just takes away from the whole experience. Touch me all you want, run your hands all over me. Play with my tits, my clit…hell a little ass play ain't out of the cards but once he's inside me, I expect to get fucked! Not just filled and rubbed. Use that dick and make me feel it. Ya know? It's inside me for a reason.”
Dean shifts and adjusts his body in his chair and clears his throat. “Okay. Okay. I get that but let's change the subject.”
“Oh is Deanie-poo getting turned on?” Y/N jests. “You got a big ole boner under this table?”
“Shut up Y/N,” Dean mutters before getting up and bolting back toward his room, his half-empty beer bottle still on the table.
Y/N shakes her head and laughs before opening her book to try to find the place she left off at.
Why is it that time crawls when you are looking forward to something?
Y/N's ribs are slowly healing, thanks to the Winchesters generous and considerable care. They both made sure she was taking it easy and mending.
Sam always made her stretch and exercise what she could so her muscles wouldn't lock up and get sore while Dean kept her fed and hydrated and in good spirits with his complete goofy foolishness.
Y/N also noticed that as time went on and closer to her “date” with Romeo, Dean began to get happy and cheerful and just completely giddy.
Not like him at all. She'd also noticed he went out a lot more than usual. Once the day was done, Dean would disappear with only the sounds of his beloved Impala leaving the compound behind.
Does he have a girlfriend? Has he met someone and is unofficially officially dating? Who is she? When will she and Sam get to meet her? Will they?
Y/N didn't put much more thought into Dean's disappearance because truth be told, she had her own secret. She was in deep with Romeo.
They had texted regularly after their proclamation and had even done a little sexting.
Nothing too graphic, just a few descriptive words here and there and talking about using and touching. But it was enough to make Y/N wet and yearn for the day she finally sets eyes on her Romeo.
‘What are you wearing, gorgeous?’
Y/N smiled as she read the words on the screen.
‘Wouldn't you like to know.’ she teased.
‘I wouldn't have asked if I didn't.’
‘I'm sitting on my bed in a lace bustier with the matching thong. I'm so lonely Romeo.’
‘Is that an invitation? Because I can be there in no time at all.’
‘Haha. I’m only joking with you. I’m sitting here in an old pair of ratty sweats and a tee-shirt that had way too many stains to be presentable. My hair is up in a bun on top of my head but most of it has already fallen out and is just blowing in my face. I do not want you to see me like that at all.’
‘So when we meet in a few days, I still won’t get to see the real you? You’re going to be all dolled up and not the picture of perfection that you just described.’
‘Romeo, believe me….NO ONE wants to see this.’
‘I do. I am going to be honest with you. I am tired of going out and hooking up with people who don’t show their true selves. Who lie about who they are, what they do….give out random wrong numbers. I’m ready to be with a real person.’
‘Wow. That is honest. And truthfully, I feel the same.’
‘Maybe getting the wrong number was an omen. Someone up there believes we are both ready for something substantial. Shit, duty calls. I’ll text you soon :*’
As soon as Y/N read Romeo’s last message, Sam was knocking on her door.
“Come in,” she calls and the tall, long-haired man peeps around the open door.
“Just got off the phone with Jody. She needs help. I called Dean and he’s coming to pick me up and head to Sioux Falls. Wanted to let you know.”
“Okay. What’s Jody got?”
“Sounds like a cursed object wreaking havoc. A couple of bodies have come up….” Sam begins to explain and Y/N pushes herself off the bed and begins throwing items in a bag. “Wait, what’re you doing?”
“I’m coming with, I’m tired of sitting here by myself. Don’t worry,” she says as Sam gives her a pointed look. “I will stay away from the line of fire so to speak. I can hang with Claire and Alex or something.”
“Okay,” Sam answers, skeptically. “I don’t know if the girls are even home. You know, Claire has been hunting and Alex….well, she has her own friends now. You might be stuck at Jody’s by yourself so how’d that be different than staying here?”
“Sammy,” she says, patronizingly. “Jody’s has windows and sunshine and warmth and just please let me go?”
“Yea I guess I can see your point,” Sam answers and Y/N pumps her fist in the air before finishing packing. “By the way, Samuel, were you calling me old? When you said the girls might not even be there? Insinuating that they wouldn’t want to be saddled with the old, hurt woman?”
“Shut up, Y/N” Sam says with a smile. “You know that’s not what I meant!”
Dean didn’t seem surprised at all when Y/N threw her bag into the back seat of the Impala and climbed in. He just nodded and as soon as everyone was loaded, took off toward South Dakota.
“Y/N!” Sheriff Mills exclaims as we all exit Baby. “I didn't expect you to come. But am I glad you did.”
She hugs me and whispers in my ear, “I sure could use another female to talk to.”
“I'm here,” I whisper back and then pull away from her embrace. “I'm gonna crash on your couch while these two help you with your case.”
“Good. Good.”
She turns to the Winchester and greets them with their own hugs. After the warm welcome, the three of them head toward the station to discuss the case.
Y/N pulls the erotic novel she's reading and heads to the park across the street and sits at a table.
Opening to the page she marked, she immerses herself back into the story. As she continued reading about the marriage of Greg and Layla, the fictional characters in the story, she began fantasizing about another wedding; one that featured herself and Romeo.
She is brought back to the present when her phone buzzes in her pocket and she pulls it out to see a message from the man she can't seem to quit thinking about. She smiles as she reads the words, remembering how she felt as they vowed their lives to one another.
‘Another day, another rodent to take down. Please tell me your day is better’
‘Not really. This seminar is taking forever.’
Before Romeo can respond, she hears Dean call her name and she turns to see him slide his phone into the front pocket of his jeans as he heads to the Impala.
“We're heading to Jody's,” he announces. “You coming?”
Y/N hurries to mark the place she thinks she left off at and shuts the book before jogging across the empty road to get to the Impala.
“Did you figure out what’s going on this time?”
“We think it’s Lamia,” Sam answers. “Bobby went up against one, years ago but he put it through a wood chipper so this is not the same one but it’s the same M.O. They look female and seduce men and then choke them and eat their hearts.”
“Ew. Well, where’re we going to find a woodchipper?”
“We’re not,” Dean says. “I’m going to pretend to be the victim and then stab it with a blessed silver knife and burn it.”
“That’s risky,” Y/N states, worry about her friend filling her with dread.
“Well…” Dean says with a shrug and the conversation ends.
They pull into Jody’s driveway to see the Sheriff having a very animated conversation with her surrogate daughter, Claire.
They watch through the windshield as Jody hugs Claire and then the young blonde heads toward an old jalopy of a car and takes off.
“That girl is going to be the death of me,” Jody exclaims and her three guests join her. “Come on in guys. I’m making lasagna.”
That night, after helping Jody with the dishes, Y/n and the Sheriff join the Winchesters on the back deck of Jody’s modest ranch-style home.
The conversation flows but no one brings up the case at hand.
Y/N notices Dean is distracted and keeps looking down at his lap and wonders if he is beginning to regret his role as the Lamia’s victim.
‘Just to let you know. Something’s come up and I gotta leave town for a few days so you might not hear from me for a while. Just know I will be back for our date. I’m looking forward to it.’
Y/N reads the message and smiles. She’s been looking forward to it also.
‘Be safe and I’ll talk to you soon :*’
After the guys go up to bed, Jody and Y/N finish their glass of wine and stargaze.
“So what’s new with you?”
Y/N turns her head, looks at the older woman and smiles.
“I have a date.”
“Oooo, tell me more. Who is he? Does he know about….?” Jody begins badgering her with questions.
“I don’t know his name. I call him Romeo; it’s a joke between us. He, uh…..a few weeks ago, someone apparently gave him a fake number and he texted it but it wasn’t exactly fake. It was mine. We’ve been texting back and forth since and agreed to meet.”
“Oh,” Jody says, looking apprehensive.
“What is it?”
“How do you know this ain’t some demon or monster just trying to get to you and the boys Y/N?
“I’ve thought about that, Jod. I’m wearing my silver rings and I’ll have a flask of holy water to spike his drink if need be,” Y/N explains. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got it covered.”
“Sounds like,” Jody chuckles and then lightly punches Y/N in the shoulder. “You gotta tell me all about it, though. Even the juicy parts, especially the juicy parts. Damn, I ain’t got laid in forever. I need to find a man.”
They both laugh and then settle back down and stargaze some more before heading inside and going to bed.
Dean Winchester almost becomes the Lamia’s fifth victim. If it hadn’t been for his fast thinking brother, Dean would’ve succumbed to the creature’s power and be dead.
Although he was alive, it was only barely. The Lamia had sucked so much blood from his body that he was unconscious for days.
Sam and Y/N had maneuvered him into the backseat of the Impala and raced back to the Bunker, hoping to find something to revive the oldest Winchester.
While they waited and researched, Y/N realized that she hadn’t heard from Romeo in almost a week. Their date was coming up and he had gone radio silent.
Sure he had told her that he had to leave town and wouldn’t be able to text her but couldn't he at least take a second to check in?
As soon as she could, Y/N sent him a message.
‘Haven't heard from you in a few days. Are you okay?’
And then, for the rest of the day, she kept an eye on her phone for a response.
The device stayed silent.
When Dean finally came around two days later, it was much to the relief of both Y/N and Sam.
They sat at his bedside and regaled him with the story of how the Lamia was not who they thought it was but that Sam caught on pretty quickly and used the current from an old stove hookup to burn the creature before she could take Dean’s life.
Dean, as stubborn as he was, refused to stay in bed. He was adamant that he needed to get up and that he wasn’t wasting away in his room while there were other monsters still roaming the world.
Sam and Y/N eventually gave up and left him to his own devices, going to their respective rooms to rest themselves. It was tiring trying to save a life then having that same someone argue that they hadn’t needed it.
Y/N was awakened by her phone buzzing with an incoming text. She opens the message thread and sees that Romeo has responded.
‘Sorry darlin’. I’ve been extremely busy. But I’m back in town and chomping at the bit for our date. Wanna move it up a few day?’
Y/N felt her face flush. She had been excited and eager and wishing that time would move faster as well.
‘A few days would mean tomorrow. You want to meet tomorrow?’
‘Yes. Tomorrow.’
Y/N woke up the next morning, nervous but excited. She was going to meet the man she had been messaging and getting to know through texts for the last three months.
She joined the guys in the kitchen for breakfast and then headed back to her room to determine what she was going to wear.
What do you wear when meeting someone new? She knew him, she thought, but she had yet to see him face to face or even hear his voice.
What if he was not at all what she’d been picturing all this time? What if they meet and one (or both) of them weren’t completely different from what the other thought?
She chose her nicest pair of jeans; nicest meaning they weren't covered in monster blood and guts and other bodily fluids of the creatures she has murdered.
Next, she chose a nice flowy camisole that wasn’t so low cut it showed much cleavage but low enough to show off her chest. Over that she wore a fitted leather jacket with the fancy schmancy silver buttons.
She slid the silver and turquoise necklace on with the matching silver ring, that way if Romeo went in for a hug instead of a handshake, she could still test if he is a werewolf or skinwalker and she had a vial of holy water in her purse to confirm he wasn’t a demon.
As she was finishing her makeup she heard Dean walking past her room, a whistle on his lips.
“Why is he in such a good mood?” she wondered out loud then went to look at her reflection once more.
By the time she got to the garage, the Impala was gone. Y/N was glad because she did not want to explain to Dean why she was borrowing one of the many cars there.
She chose an older model black Ford Mustang because it was one of the few inconspicuous cars they owned. Heads wouldn't turn at the sight of it rolling down the street, unlike the Bel-Aires and the Fairlanes would.
She didn't want to bring attention to herself for a set of wheels that should be in a museum somewhere.
As she drove toward town she hummed a tune that had been stuck in her head for days. She'd finally realized it was ‘Hooked on A Feeling’.
Y/N had no idea where she'd heard the song or even who sang it but it seemed appropriate for the situation. She was hooked on a feeling that she'd found her soulmate through a mistaken wrong number.
Once she got parked and walked toward the door of the restaurant she was to meet her Romeo, something caught her eye.
Down past the building was a sleek black car that she'd know anywhere. A 1967 Chevy Impala that if you looked closely had been rebuilt at least twice but was in pristine condition.
She turned her head to look through the window of the restaurant and her heart dropped. Dean was inside!
What was he doing here? Did Sam tell him about her rendezvous with Romeo and he was here to stop it? But then she realized that she hadn't told Sam about the meet-up.
Turning on her heel, she walked with purpose back to her car and slipped inside.
‘Something has come up and I can't make it. Sorry.’
Y/N raced back to the Bunker, parked the car and ran to her room. She flopped on the bed and let the tears flow.
How dare he be there? Finally, when life was going her way, she was going to meet the man of her dreams, Dean fucking Winchester had to go and ruin it!
Her phone buzzed a couple of times in her pocket but she didn't check it until she was all cried out.
‘Hope everything is okay. Is there anything I can do?’
‘Are you ghosting me?! Really?’
She didn’t answer. Y/N wasn’t sure how to answer. She was no better than the woman who gave Romeo the wrong number to begin with.
What was she supposed to do? Tell him that her “brothers” were actually just two men she lived with in an underground shelter that was warded to keep out supernatural beings that were out for their head? That her job consisted of continually being on some demonic radar?
Yea, he’d think she was nuts!
So instead, Y/N turned her phone off and laid in bed, wallowing in her own self-pity. She would never find a man to understand her lifestyle and she wasn’t going to give it up.
Fighting monsters and demons was her life! She was dedicated to making sure no one ever had to witness or live with the fact that their loved ones were murdered by things that shouldn’t even exist!
A few moments later, she heard the bunker door slam shut and could make out the boys’ voices but couldn't understand what they were saying. It got heated quickly though as she heard Dean yell, “You don’t fucking understand!”
Y/N got off her bed, wiped the tears from her face and left the bedroom, heading toward Sam and Dean.
“I just don’t understand it, man,” Dean says as she reaches the doorway to the library. Y/N stays just out of their sight; she can see them but the boys have yet to notice her presence.
“We get along so well. She’s funny but smart. She puts me in my place.”
“Maybe you should just man up and tell her your real name,” Sam suggests.
“No, no way. That opens up this whole world-” Dean says as he waves a hand around, motioning to the room and all the books on the supernatural they have. “She’s not like us. She wouldn’t understand. I just don’t know what happened?”
“I’m telling you Dean,” Sam says sternly but compassionately. “You may just be surprised.”
“No. I’m not telling Regina about this life.”
Y/N gasps and puts her hand over her mouth as it all comes clear. Romeo is Dean. Dean is Romeo. Holy shit! Wait, what? Like, what the actual fuck?! Dean is who she’s been chatting with via text for months now?
She thinks back to the first message and tries to remember if it came in as Dean since she has his contact information saved. But no, it was a number that came up, not a contact. She quietly runs back to her room and grabs her phone.
As soon as it turns on, she goes into her contacts and scrolls down to Romeo’s. She opens it and sees it is indeed a different number than she has saved for Dean….and his other phone….and his other, other phone.
So what is going on?
She walks back toward the library and this time she makes herself known.
“Oh hey Y/N.” Sam says with a smirk on his face.
“Hey Sweetheart,” Dean says, his tone melancholy before taking a drink of his beer.
“So, which came first? The chicken or the egg?”
Dean swallows the drink in his mouth and then slowly turns his head toward her. “What did you say?”
“Which came first? The chicken or the egg?”
“Um, how do you know that?”
Y/N walks closer to Dean and holds out her hand. “Hello Romeo. I’m Regina.”
Dean froze. The only thing that moved was his eyes, from her outstretched hand to Y/N’s face.
Time stood still as Y/N waited for Dean to catch up to what she had said. Suddenly his eyes widened and his lips opened and closed like a fish trying to breathe.
“What?!” he finally found his voice and spoke.
“I’m Regina and I’m assuming you’re Romeo from what I’ve heard.”
“You are the amazingly hot chick I’ve been texting all this time?”
Y/N nods her head and Sam laughs from his spot across the table from his brother. “It’s about time! I was getting tired of watching you guys pine for one another, and not realizing it.”
“Shut up Sam,” Y/N and Dean both state.
Dean pushes his chair back and stands up, pulling a dinosaur of a phone from his pocket. It’s a frigging flip phone for Chuck’s sake!
“What the hell is that?” Y/N asks as she laughs and watches Dean flip the phone open and punch in numbers on the number pad. “How old is that phone?”
“It was Dad’s,” Sam explains as they both watch Dean work on getting into the phone and open up the text thread. “I didn’t even know it was still usable but apparently my brother uses it to hook up.”
Y/N turns her attention back to Dean and watches as he looks at the screen, apparently re-reading all the messages.
“Well, fuck!” Dean says with a chuckle. He then turns to her and smiles. “Romeo at your service. And he is a dumbass. I didn’t recognize your number, but I do now.”
Sam stands and closes his laptop. “I’m going to go to my room and give you two some privacy.”
Neither Dean nor Y/N pays attention as the taller Winchester leaves the room, their eyes glued to one another’s, studying one another. No words were spoken for a few minutes.
“You’re Regina?”
“And you’re Romeo,” Y/N states with a nod. “I just have one question though. How the hell do you know who Regina George is? That's a chick flick if there ever was one!”
Dean shrugs and blushes. “Rachel McAdams is hot. What can I say?”
They both laugh but then Dean surges forward and wraps her up in his arms.
“But not as hot as my Regina. She can't hold a candle to you, baby.”
Y/N feels her heart squeeze around such a heartfelt compliment and smiles. “How idiotic are we?”
“Well sweetheart, this idiot has fallen for you.”
Y/N’s phone slips out of her hand and her arms wrap around Dean’s neck. “It’s a good thing I’ve fallen for you too then.”
They stand there, wrapped up in each other just taking it all in.
“Can I kiss you now?” Dean asked and Y/N nodded.
He slowly leans in, their eyes glued to one another's until at the very last second he glances down to her lips.
As soon as their lips touched, it was like everything became clear. The world had been dark and gray and now it was bursting with vivid color.
Dean licked against the seam of her lips, begging for entry and Y/N immediately granted him access.
When the need for air became necessary, they pulled apart but not before Dean placed his forehead on hers and smiled.
“Who knew love was right under my nose?”
“Well, here it is,” Y/N says as she tightens her hold on the older Winchester. “Who knew we belonged together? Now take me to bed!”
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Summary: When Sam finds out Dean has been harbouring a little crush on his long term girlfriend, he has a very unique way of showing Dean that she belongs to him.
Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader (unrequited).
Words: 1.2K.
Warnings: unrequited feelings, explicit sexual content, voyeurism, consensual amateur pornography, dom!Sam (sort of), 18+.
A/N: Formerly a Patron exclusive. Written from Dean’s POV. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine.
I drop the case of beer and pizza onto the War Room table, eyeing the pile of never ending research fanned out across the map of the world below it.
“Sammy?” I call, my voice echoing back to me. “Y/N?”
Nothing. How odd.
I left them in this exact spot, noses deep in the books and ancient texts they abandoned. They couldn’t have— no, I’d hear her moaning down the corridor. Those soft, little whimpers that carry through the silence, and the desperate pleas tumbling from her lips as she pleads with Sam to fuck her harder.
I shake my head, pushing those thoughts away, and set about trying to tidy a little in an attempt to stop myself from imagining her sprawled out on the table, my cock buried to the hilt inside her pussy.
Jeez Dean, get a fucking grip.
My cell vibrates in my pocket, pulling me from my reverie. I hurriedly fish it out and at the sight of the name flashing on the screen, I cough and hit green. Shame heats my cheeks. “Hey, where’d you go? Pizza’s gonna go cold, even got extra jalapenos for Y/N.”
The line is crackly and distant, but I can just about make Sam out. “I’m sure you’ll manage to eat our share before it does,” he makes a point of commenting. “But we got a lead about the case, and went to check it out.”
“You need me to follow up?” I ask, fingering the keys in my pocket.
“Nah, it’s fine. We got it,” Sam explains and my fingers retreat. “I just sent over a video and a couple of photos to my email though, are you okay to take a look? Think it could just be a rugaru after all.”
“Sure thing dude. I’ll call you when I know more.” I hang up, drop my cell onto the table and reach for a bottle of beer. Air hisses out as I unscrew the cap and chuck it onto the stack of books and papers.
Sam’s laptop remains open, but the screen is off, so I quickly press enter and the computer whirrs to life. I’m not concentrating as the screen boots up, brightness set at full volume until I’ve taken a large swig of Margiekugel’s finest.
I swallow deeply. “Right, let's do this,” I mutter to myself and finally glance up. Emails are already open.
Huh, that’s weird. I swear Sammy said he’d just sent them. My eyes hover over the attachments, thumbnails too small to pinpoint anything substantial, so I click on the video and let it maximise. Instantly I’m confused— this has been shot from inside the bunker. Right where I’m sitting in fact; the illuminated table is a dead giveaway. Curiosity gets the better of me and I find myself pressing play.
I realise my mistake the moment the timer begins to count down.
01:43.
I should probably stop it.
01:42.
Dean, dude, press stop.
01:41.
Y/N is face down and letting out the very moans that started this off in the first place. She was just Sam’s girlfriend. My friend. Someone I could kick back with, laugh at stupid jokes with. She was fun to be around, and when shit usually hit the fan in terms of hunts, she always had our backs. She knew how to wield a gun, behead a vamp— all the traits you’d expect from a seasoned hunter, and I admired the shit out of her for it.
Everything was as perfect as it could be.
Then I heard her one night— tiny, breathless gasps at first, until her screams pulsed in my ears long after they had finished. Just like when you stand too close to a speaker at a rock concert and the dull thump of the bass vibrates inside your skull for hours. I couldn’t forget the sounds she made no matter how much I attempted it, and trust me, I damn well tried. Every girl I picked up in shady bars managed to mask it, for all of five minutes, until her light moans bled into theirs and I began picturing her face as I came. I stopped frequenting bars after that.
By that point, when I only had my hand and a jumbo sized bottle of lube for company. I made any excuse to make myself scarce when they started fucking, even if it was 3am and I had to drive us across two states to slay a kitsune the next morning.
I can’t see Sam, but from the distinct grunts coming from behind the camera, I assume it’s him as he fucks into her with reckless abandon, her ass rippling from the force of his thrusts.
“Whose pussy is this?” Sam growls. Using his spare hand curled around her hip, he pulls her back onto his cock roughly, which elicits the hottest of voice-trapping mewls from her lips that I think I’ve ever heard.
“Oh fu—ck.” The cuh noise cuts across her tongue, like a knife and I can feel my cock swell at the sound of it. “Yours Sam, all yours.”
“Too right it is,” he states firmly. “And ‘m ‘bout to fucking destroy it.”
The camera pans down from the back of her head to between her legs, and the sight finds me swallowing the taste of copper as I bite down on my lower lip.
I watch as Sam’s cock drives in and out of her, and each time he pulls back it’s coated in her arousal, dripping wet and glistening. I can hear her cunt sucking him back in— the kind of obscene squelch that makes my balls tighten, wishing I was the cause of the noise. Wishing I was the one making her that wet.
“Sa— Sam, oh god, Sam...” She’s panting hard, and I can see the sweat beading across her back, pooling in the divot of her spine. “You’re gonna make me come.”
“Do it baby, come for me.”
From the way she suddenly goes silent and her body quakes within Sam’s iron grip, it’s obvious she’s coming. I can’t see her face from this point of view, but I imagine what I think she’d look like— brows pinched together, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she attempts to stifle a cry. Camera aimed at her pussy the entire time, I can see— can practically feel— her contracting around Sam’s cock and my own aches.
“Fuck baby, look so good comin’ around my cock,” Sam praises, low and deep, as he shunts her further up the table and the video abruptly stops.
I sit in silence, eyes drawn to the edge of the table where Sam had her bent over, and I can almost envision the spot where the imprints of her breasts and sweaty palms no doubt were before they faded away, like nothing ever happened.
Shaking my head out of my thoughts, my fingers skim the mousepad to close the window, and my eyes are suddenly diverted to the singular sentence that accompanies the video. I never even registered it before, but part of me thinks if I had, I would never have subjected myself to it in the first place.
She belongs to me.
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Best. Gift. Ever.
Summary: Dean comes by to celebrate Mother's Day.
Warnings/Explicit 18+: Nothing really. Just kissing. Pretty much all fluff with just a smidge of angst.
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N
Word Count: 1,919
A/N: So, I wrote this mostly as a mother's day gift to myself, but I'd very much like to share it with all the mamas out there, whether single, married or otherwise. I hope you get the gift you want most, and if you don't, here's a little fantasy to cheer you up, I hope. 💓 Wrote this kinda quick, without much editing, so sorry for the inevitable mistakes! 😘
The beautiful divider at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89
I shut the door to my daughter's room and wandered down the hallway towards the bathroom, happy that she seemed to be dreaming peacefully. As I padded along, bare feet quiet against the carpet, I felt all my weariness hit me.
It wasn't really the kind of tired that came from putting in a hard day's work, or from cramming for an exam; it was a weariness inside my soul.
Being a mom always felt like the best part of my life, and I know how lucky I am to have the kid I have - she's incredible. And usually, I was fine with being a single mom, no partner, no co-parent, just me. I was more than okay with that, I did my job and loved my baby and just kept on keeping on.
But then there were some days, like today...it's Mother's Day. And all day, I watched videos that were posted, and read status updates about my friends' husbands, boyfriends, girlfriends, making them breakfast in bed, or taking the kids to the park, so Mama could spoil herself with some me time. Gifts of flowers and chocolates and coffee mugs that said, World's Best Mom.
But not me.
I tried to shrug it off as I stepped into the shower. It was a stupid thing to be sad over. But as I thought more about it, as I turned off the shower and got into my pajamas, combing out my wet hair, I realized that of course, it wasn't really about gifts, or pampering.
I was just lonely. It was hard to do the parenting thing solo, but this part of the day was honestly harder. When my kiddo was sleeping, and all I wanted was someone to share the quiet hours with.
As I thought about who I wanted to share that time with, only one face came to mind - a beautiful face with pine green eyes and a dazzling smile.
Suddenly there was a knock on my back door and I felt a little thrill of fear run through me. Who on earth would be knocking on my door this close to midnight? I hated to admit it, but things like this were another reason it would be nice to have someone strong and protective beside me.
As I thought about who I wanted that protector to be, only one face came to mind - a beautiful face with pine green eyes and a dazzling smile.
But I shook my head, pushing the face of my best friend out of my mind; he was not interested in me that way. For god's sake, I had to get over it.
As I contemplated what to do about my late night visitor, my phone buzzed with a text message.
Dean: Shit! Sorry, sweetheart. I should have texted you before I knocked. Hope I didn't scare you too bad, or wake you up.
I smiled and shook my head. Typical. Being a monster slaying badass tended to leave Dean with a pretty odd schedule, so he'd often show up on my doorstep at weird times.
Chuckling and trying not to think about just how much my heart leapt at the chance to see him, I dashed down the hallway to let him in my back door.
As I opened the door, I held my breath, trying not to let Dean's beauty suck the air out of me as it often does. But despite trying to be prepared, when I saw him, I felt the air whoosh out of my lungs in one long, aching exhale.
I mean Jesus. Why did he always have to be this ridiculously hot?
Dean and I had been best friends for more than ten years now, since the time he had saved me from the rugaru that was stalking me. When I was in hysterics after seeing the monster's twisted, wormy face, Dean sat with me, letting me weep uncontrollably into his shoulder, his big hands rubbing gently up and down my arm, soothing me.
When I'd finally been able to speak again, Dean had explained what the monster was, the reality of the world he lived in, the world that was apparently all around us.
It was a hard pill to swallow, but Dean had made me feel safe and protected. And he'd been doing the same for more than a decade now and somewhere during that time, I'd fallen madly in love with him.
I mean, it wasn't as if that was a hard thing to do. The guy was a bone fide hero, even if he scoffed at me when I told him that. And he was the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen in my life. Like, it wasn't normal how sexy and beautiful this man was, and it wasn't fair.
Because he definitely didn't see me the same way.
But as he stood in the doorway now, I simply ignored the pang that came from that knowledge and wrapped my arms around his waist. His strong arms came around my shoulders and he rested his chin on the top of my head. I was enveloped by him and I let the feeling seep into my bones and start to fill in the lonely gaps.
I pulled away, but kept my arm around his waist as we walked into my kitchen.
"What are you doing here?"
Dean kissed the top of my head. "I tried to get here so much sooner, but Sam and I ran into some vamps. Then I had to go back to the motel and clean up so you didn't have to smell vamp juice all over me."
I laughed. "Well, you smell amazing, so..." I blushed a little, as I always did when I came anywhere near letting him know how incredibly attracted I was to him.
I shrugged and pulled away, grabbing the coffee pot and heading to the sink. As I filled it up with water, I forced another chuckle. "At least, you don't smell like blood and guts."
I went back to the coffee maker and busied myself with the machine so I wouldn't have to look at him standing there all tall and solid and sexy af in the middle of my kitchen. My want and desire for him seemed to be a bit out of control at the moment. It had to be because of the weird mood I was in.
I shook my head and turned back around, leaning against the counter. I frowned slightly when I saw that he had a strange kind of expression on his face, one that I couldn't quite interpret. Was he...nervous?
"So, why are you here." I asked, my voice a little breathy.
He smiled wide and moved a step or two closer to me. "I came to wish you a Happy Mother's Day, of course." He looked over at the clock on the wall. "And I made it just under the wire."
I smiled and tried to ignore the wave of butterflies that were swirling around in my stomach as he got closer.
"Yep, you're just in time." I laughed nervously and pressed my hips tighter against the counter. "You didn't need to come all this way just to tell me that, though. You could have just texted."
He shook his head and there was something about the intensity in his eyes as he crowded into my personal space that made my breathing grow ragged and my palms start sweating.
Fuck, he'd never looked at me like that before. What was he doing?
His voice was low and quiet as he stopped barely an inch away from me. "No, I couldn't just text, cause then I couldn't give you your gift."
"What gift?" I asked, swallowing convulsively as he brought his hand up to cup my cheek.
"This one." He whispered against my lips just before pressing his own softly to mine.
The kiss was whisper soft to start with, and I let out a whimper of surprise, but didn't pull back, afraid to move and wake myself up. When I stayed where I was, Dean pressed his lips tighter to mine. I sighed into the kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck. Dean accepted my surrender with a moan of his own and slanted his mouth over mine, pulling my top lip between his, sucking on it, and causing my stomach muscles to tighten and electricity to shoot throughout my body.
As he pulled back from the kiss, I kept my eyes closed to try and slow the spinning of the room. But then he ran his thumb across my bottom lip and my eyes popped open.
His mossy green eyes were full of longing and heat, as he stared into me, but they also held what looked like fear. I didn't think I'd ever seen Dean afraid of anything, and it made me shake my head in wonder.
At my continued silence, he took in a deep breath. "Jesus, sweetheart, please tell me what you're thinking."
Slowly it was sinking into my consciousness that he wanted me, that this was real, that he wanted me to touch him, that he wanted to kiss me again.
And as this new reality sunk in, I smiled brightly, letting all the love in my heart shine through, and gave him my honest answer.
"Best. Gift. Ever."
All the nervousness evaporated from Dean's face and the cocky smirk that I loved so much was back in full force as he settled his hands on my hips and pulled me up against him.
"Well, you know," he said, his deep, gravelly voice causing goosebumps to erupt across my skin, "it was really just a part of a set of kisses."
"Really?" I giggled, my fingers running through the short hair just above the back of his neck.
"Uh huh." Dean said. "There's also this one." He whispered into my ear before dipping down a little further and pressing his lips just behind my earlobe.
"And this one..." He kissed the corner of my jaw. "...and then these ones are really nice, I think."
He trailed his lips down my neck, sometimes moving like silk across my skin, sometimes stopping in one spot to suck a bruise there.
He straightened up and stared deeply into my eyes, making me hold my breath as his gaze smoldered hot enough to turn me to ash.
"But this one is my favorite."
He dipped his head and claimed my lips again, but this was no soft, gentle brush against my lips. He clasped my cheeks in both hands and tilted my head so he could plunge his tongue deep into my mouth.
I shuddered against him and couldn't suppress the harsh moan that slithered into his open, conquering mouth. His tongue was silky and hot as it slid along my own. He closed his full lips around my tongue and sucked on it gently, pulling another harsh groan from deep inside me.
Again and again, he licked up into me, so that there wasn't an inch of my mouth that he hadn't explored and branded as his.
He finally pulled back enough to let me breathe, and I panted against his lips, ragged and needy.
He grinned at my inability to catch my breath, but I was happy to note that his breathing was just as uneven as he brought his lips up to place a kiss against my forehead.
"Happy Mother's Day, beautiful girl."
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Always be Yours- 7
Word Count: 8,000
Story Summary: Inspired by the 2 part I did of the same title. Follows Dean and Reader through season 9 into season 10
Chapter Summary: An old friend of Dean's calls needing help
Warnings: the usual. Cursing, fights and NSFW warning. Some steamy stuff happens
The little talk with Dean or more so the way he worded what he said helped you to push the feelings you thought you’d been developing for him to the side. You decided to blame it on the fact that for weeks you’d only been in close quarters with him, Sam and Kevin. Maybe you just needed to hit a bar and get some tension out of your system. You knew it wouldn’t change how you felt but hoped it may take some of the sting out.
You were curled up on a chair in the corner of the library leafing through one of the lore books on enochian spells hoping maybe just maybe the passage Crowley had translated was wrong. Cas had so much hope in him still that there was a way to help the angels that you refused to give up simply because of him.
You glanced up when Sam called out Dean’s name but knew you were tucked in a far enough corner the only way you’d be spotted was if you let your presence be known. It’d only taken you a week in the bunker to figure out what spots you could actually have a few moments to yourself in and Dorothy letting you all know about the garage only added to that, the night before you hadn’t been able to sleep so you ended up detailing half the classic cars just for something to keep your hands busy.
When he called Kevin then your name you let out a low whistle and saw him jump “Y/N?” you laughed before laying the book down in your chair and stepping around a corner “Looking for me Sammy?” he looked over your shoulder then back at you “Where were you at?” you grinned “Oh that’s for me to know and for you to never find out” he let out a short laugh “Ok then. You seen Dean?” you nodded towards one of the tables “He came in a little while ago and plugged his phone in. He didn’t see me either” the moment you were through speaking the phone started ringing. Sam looked at you so you shrugged “Your brother’s phone, you answer it”
You followed Sam over to the table and he picked up the phone “Hello?” After a moment he said “I’m sorry there’s no dee-dawg here” you looked up when Dean came around the corner saying “I got it, I got it” and grabbed the phone out of Sam’s hand “Sonny, hey so what’s up?” you looked towards Sam for an explanation of who Sonny was but he looked as clueless as you were.
Sam sat on the edge of the table so you leaned across his shoulders while Dean finished talking to whoever Sonny was “All right. Yeah just sit tight, I’ll be there as soon as I can” Once he hung up Sam asked “So what was that all about Dee-Dawg?” Dean took a breath and his eyes flicked towards you before he turned his attention to Sam “Remember when we were kids that spring in upstate New York?” Sam looked a little lost so Dean continued “Dad was on a rugaru hunt, we uh crashed at the bungalow colony with the ping-pong table” Sam nodded “Yeah, uh you disappeared. Dad came back and you were gone” that set off a red flag in your head as to where this story was going because Dean disappearing on Sam? No something unsavory had to have happened. Dean nodded then Sam added “He shipped me off to Bobby’s for a couple months that’s when I first met Y/N because her aunt had dropped her off at Bobby’s for a week. Then dad went off and found you, said you were lost on a hunt or something” hunt? You didn’t think Dean had started solo hunts until he was eighteen or older.
Your suspicions were confirmed when Dean said “That’s what we told you. Right” you pushed off Sam’s shoulder and tracked Dean’s movements with your eyes ���What you told Sam?” Dean shrugged and looked between you both before saying “Truth is, I lost the food money that dad left us in a card game. I knew you’d get hungry so I tried the five finger discount at the local market and got busted. I wasn’t on a hunt they sent me to a boy’s home” “A boy’s home? Like a reform school?” Sam asked. Dean nodded “More or less. It was a farm and the guy who ran it, Sonny..he uh looked after me”
“Does Sonny know what you do?” you questioned and Dean nodded again “Yeah. he’s good people. I gave him the number to the bat phone and it sounds like he’s got something in our wheelhouse. So” Dean turned to walk out then stopped and looked back at Sam “You gonna be cool to do this or are you too tired?” Sam was mid yawn but said “Yeah, I’m just I’ll be fine” Dean looked over Sam at you so you nodded that you thought Sam was ok then inwardly groaned when Dean asked “So everybody is ok with heading out to the catskills?”
Sam looked back at you “I think he’s talking to you” you smiled “Yeah, I’m good Dean” and hoped he got the point when you shot him a look when Sam turned back around. “All right, grab your stuff then we’ll all head out” before Dean could walk out Sam asked him “Why not just tell me you were sent to a boy’s home” Dean shrugged “It was dad’s idea then the story became the story. I was sixteen” then walked out to grab his gear. Sam looked back at you for help so you said “I don’t know either Sam. We were twelve at the time. Aunt Lena always said John could’ve done better by you two even with him choosing to be a hunter and I more than agree” Sam nodded then stood up “Well let’s grab our stuff so we can head out”
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You sat in the backseat of the impala quiet for most of the drive only arguing with Dean over the radio a couple times. When he pulled onto the gravel road that had a farmhouse at the end and a sign that read “Sonny’s home for boys” you sat up straighter and grabbed your jacket to pull on. You were about to see a part of Dean’s past even Sam hadn’t been privy to before that moment.
You walked around the back of baby looking around at the property while Sam told Dean “You were here for two months and dad couldn’t find you?” You turned to look at them when Dean said “Oh, no. He found me. He found me quick. But he left me here cause I lost our money” “You were sixteen! You made a mistake” you quickly argued refusing to let Dean’s self deprecating nature win out yet again.
“Yeah, I made the mistake. Look I know how you two think. None of this was dad’s fault” Sam rolled his eyes and looked at you so you took the opening to say “Just as quickly as he dumped Sam off at Bobby’s for the couple months he could’ve left you both there to go after the rugaru” then walked towards the house leaving both of them to have to catch up with you.
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You knocked before Dean even made it to be standing next to you. He looked your way but you simply met his gaze refusing to give on what you’d said. A woman answered and crossed her arms looking between the three of you “What can I do for you?” Dean smiled “I’m Dean, this is my brother Sam and this is our friend Y/N. We’re old buddies of Sonny’s” “You boys prison buddies?” she asked and you stifled a laugh considering Dean had once been on the FBI’s most wanted list. Dean shook his head “No, uh you mind telling him we’re here?” She nodded “I’ll go get him”
She opened the door then looked down at the fact that all three of you were wearing boots. “I just mopped this floor so off with the roach stompers” you bent to pull your boots off while she walked away to find Sonny. “So Sonny’s an ex con huh?” Sam asked and Dean scoffed “What? Like we’re such angels?” you raised an eyebrow at Sam “Lena spent two years when she was in her early twenties Sammy. Someone’s past doesn’t define them”
Dean tilted his head at you and added “Trust me, like Lena he’s more than made up for it” You followed Dean into the house with Sam right behind you.
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You were standing between the two of them when who you were guessing was Sonny walked around the corner with a smile “Dee-Dawg” Dean smiled before the two of them hugged and Dean said “Sonny, good to see you man” “You too brother” Sonny replied. When they pulled apart Sonny looked at Sam first “You must be Sam”
Sam offered his hand and the two of them shook “Good to meet you” “Back at you brother” then Sonny looked at you “And this must be Y/N” you smiled and shook Sonny’s hand “Nice to meet you” he smiled “You too ma’am”
“Farm looks nice” Dean said and Sonny scoffed “Please man, it’s barely standing. Only got a handful of kids working around here now” “Why’s that?” Dean asked and Sonny shook his head “Cause these days the system would rather incarcerate a boy then redeem him” Sam looked off and you followed his sight to see the lady that had let all of you in but you weren’t sure if something was wrong until he said “Hey Sonny, um you mind if we talk alone?”
Sonny got the message so he looked back at the lady “Hey Ruth, would you please go check on the boys? Make sure their morning chores are getting done?” When she walked away Dean asked “So, what’s happening?” Sonny took a breath then said “You remember Jack don’t you?” Dean nodded “Yeah the tough old leatherneck” “Well somehow that ancient,rusty broken-down tractor just roared to life and ran him over the other night” “Maybe it slipped out of park?” Sam offered but Sonny shook his head “Couldn’t have. You know I never believed any of this mumbo-jumbo stuff you all are into, but something ain’t right”
“What do you mean?” you questioned and Sonny explained “Well just things started happening. You know, flickering lights on and off, strange scratching coming from inside the walls. Window and doors slamming” you nodded “Yeah sounds like an us thing” “Think you can round up the boys while we take a look around?” Dean asked and Sonny nodded “Shouldn’t be a problem, most are home on breaks. Well, except for the ones with no home worth going to” you didn’t miss the way he looked at Dean when he said that last part.
Sonny left to round up the boys so Dean turned back to you and Sam “Sam, why don’t you take the house? Me and Y/N will take the barn” “Yeah” Sam replied meeting your eyes before you turned to follow Dean out the door. You both stopped long enough to slip your boots back on then you followed him down the steps.
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“So what was it like?” you asked walking into the barn behind him. He shrugged without turning around “Ok, I guess” you felt like there was a lot he wasn’t saying but you knew Dean well enough to know forcing him to talk simply wasn’t an option.
You stopped when you saw the tractor in question and grimaced at the dark stains that you knew were blood. You saw Dean pull the emf detector out of his jacket pocket and watched it once he fired it up to see if it gave any reaction. The moment he turned it on it started going insane. He looked towards you then said “All right Casper, where are you at?”
You walked next to him further in the barn then heard a little kid laughing, both of you following the sound. Dean knew the layout of the barn better than you so for once you had no complaints about having to let him take the lead. He slid open another door and waited for you to follow him through. “Hello?” you called out once both of you were into the other part of the barn. There was no response so Dean tried “Anybody here?”
You pointed behind Dean and he spun around to see the kid that had seemingly popped up out of nowhere behind him “Hey kid, what are you doing in here by yourself?” Dean asked him and his response? “Fighting monsters” ok point for the kid considering that’s what you and Dean were currently doing. “What kind of monsters sweetie?” you asked and he smiled and showed you the action figure in his hand “All sorts with Bruce the monster smasher”
The little action figure was complete with cape and all. You weren't going to say anything but leave it to Dean to point out “Is that a cape? Little impractical for smashing monsters huh?” “Yeah flannel doesn’t sell as well” you muttered and Dean gave you a small shrug “Just saying”
The little boy hit the button on Bruce and it said “I clobber evil” Dean chuckled lightly “I bet you do” then held his hand out “I’m Dean and this beautiful lady with me is Y/N” you rolled your eyes at Dean but smiled when the little boy said “I’m Timmy” “Nice to meet you Timmy” you told him but when he shook Dean’s hand he barely gripped his fingers so Dean tilted his head then squatted down “Let’s try that again. If you’re gonna be a man you gotta learn to shake like one” He offered his hand to Timmy again “Give me your best kung fu grip” Timmy did what he said and Dean nodded “Good. Now look me straight in the eye. Let me know that you mean business and shake as hard as you can” you tried to look anywhere in the barn but at Dean being downright fatherly but good lord you were only human.
Timmy’s smile got even bigger so Dean asked “Timmy, did you know Jack who worked here?” When he said that Timmy’s smile dropped “Uh huh” so you squatted down next to Dean “What can you tell us about him?” “He yelled a lot. He was yelling when he had his accident”
“How do you know that?” Dean questioned and Timmy replied “Because me and the other boys were playing here when it happened” “Did you see anything?” you asked but Timmy shook his head so you added “Is there anything about that night that you can remember? Anything at all”
You could see the kid thinking hard about his answer before he finally spoke “It suddenly got really cold..Can I go? I’ve got to finish my chores before Ms Ruth gets mad?” Dean chuckled softly “Man that Ruth she runs a tight ship right? Yeah you better roll” Timmy ran out so you stood up and looked around the barn “Have there been any deaths here before Jack?” Dean shook his head “None that Sonny knows about anyways” you let out a breath “Well looks like we’ve got to figure out just who is haunting this place before we can figure out the why”
Dean nodded so you bumped him lightly with your shoulder and nodded towards where Timmy had left “You were good with him Dean” He scoffed “Please, he was probably just focusing on you the entire time he was talking to me” “No that was all you Winchester” you replied with a smile as the two of you headed back towards the house.
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Ms Ruth had told Sam about the previous owners of the farm Howard and Doreen Wasserlauf and the fact that when Jack worked as a farm hand for the couple Howard got it into his head that Jack and Doreen were having an affair. He tried to kill them both but Jack got away, Doreen wasn’t so lucky. Howard had died in prison the year before and had always sworn he’d get his revenge on Jack so that led all three of you to Howard’s final resting place.
You sat on the edge of the grave watching as the boys shoveled dirt out. All three of you couldn’t fit and there was no part of you that wanted to get stuck between two guys their sizes. “Why don’t one of you take a break and let me shovel for a bit?” you offered so Sam held his shovel out “Have at it” you hopped down in the hole next to Dean and Sam pulled himself up to stand next to the headstone.
You felt your back bump into Dean’s but there was more room with the two of you digging than with him and Sam. Sam was quiet for a few moments the only noise the sound of the two of you shoveling dirt until he finally spoke to Dean “So, dad didn’t want you to tell me. How come? Was this place really that bad” Dean shrugged cutting his eyes towards you before he said “I don't know. I don't really remember. Look, nobody bad touched me. Nobody burned me with their smokes or beat me with a metal hanger. I call that a win” you stopped shoveling long enough to say “Fuck your standards are low arent they?” Your shovel hit the casket so you reached for Sam’s hand and he helped you up out the hole then hopped back in next to Dean.
You handed Dean the salt and Sam the lighter fluid out of your bag. After they’d salted and soaked the corpse they both climbed out to stand next to you so you lit the match and flicked it in “Bye Howard”
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Dean decided that you and Sam had to try the banana pancakes at Cus’s place. While you and Sam were looking at the menu you glanced up and saw that Dean was looking at the woman working the counter and felt your heart fall. Fuck you had to find someway to get over whatever feelings you’d developed for him with a friendship still intact for Sam’s sake if nothing else.
You dropped your eyes down and pulled your phone out with the excuse of checking your emails. Maybe Garth or the Banes twins needed some assistance with a hunt. That would give you an excuse to hit the road without the boys freaking because you’re hunting alone amidst everything with the angels and Abaddon.
The woman in question walked over and you glanced up long enough to see her name was Robin. “Welcome to Cus’s what can I get you three today?” Dean had that patent smile in place so you rolled your eyes at him but refused to be rude to her. “Bet you never thought you’d see me here huh?” Dean asked her but you’d turned your attention to Sam where the two of you were debating splitting a breakfast plate since neither of you were exactly starving.
She brushed him off “Look, I’m a little bit slammed right now. Do you want to hear the specials?” you cut your eyes at Sam who was just as intrigued by whatever you and him were missing between Dean and Robin as you were. “Robin.. Dean Winchester? I used to live at Sonny’s?” “Oh, look sorry there’s just so many boys that pass through there it’s hard to remember every name and face” she looked towards you and Sam so you nodded “Oh I get it believe me”
You almost felt bad when Dean looked embarrassed “No, it’s fine. I remember you coming with your mom up there when she’d give guitar lessons. It was a long time ago” Robin smiled and you had to admit she was really pretty “Yeah mom loved helping out the boys. I guess that;s why I kept giving lessons after she passed” a woman from the back called Robin so she excused herself by saying “I’ll be right back”
“Dude!” Sam started but Dean cut him off “Let’s go” before you or Sam could react Dean was grabbing his jacket and walking out so you rushed to follow Sam behind him.
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Once all of you were outside Sam asked “Dude, what was that?” you were just as curious but Dean said “Nothing” and his phone ringing saved a lot more awkwardness even though Sam being the perpetual little brother was asking you who you thought the waitress was. Dean shook his head and answered his phone “Sonny?” you and Sam both dropped any teasing when he said “What?”
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Ms Ruth had drowned in the bathtub and according to Sonny he tried to get in to save her but the door wouldn’t open. When Sam questioned if it could’ve been locked Sonny shook his head and explained that there were no locks on the farm. “That means our little field trip to the cemetery was a bust” you uttered feeling like you always did when someone was lost on a hunt. You hated losing people.
Dean nodded “Sonny, is there anything else weird you can remember?” “What, cause we’re not chest deep in weird already?” you smoothed a hand through your hair “I know but Dean means anything like at all that you’d consider weird or out of the ordinary?” Sonny glanced away but you could see when a thought occurred to him “There was one thing. Ruth always had her rosary beads with her but now I can’t find them anywhere” “All right um let’s start with the vics ok?” Sam offered so you nodded “Both lived in the house, worked closely with the boys”
Dean agreed and said “Well let’s have a chat with the rugrats Y/N. See what’s up” You and him left Sonny and Sam in the yard and headed up the hill towards the house.
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You could hear the boys taunting Timmy before you ever saw them. Calling him a weirdo and asking if he was going to cry. You saw when it hit Dean that big brother instinct kicking in to the fullest. When you walked around the corner two bigger boys had Timmy shoved against the house so Dean hollered “Hey, hey. Hey!”
He pushed one back and snatched the other away from Timmy “What are you doing? Come here” You stood back choosing to let Dean handle the situation. He looked back towards Timmy and asked what was going on. Timmy didn’t respond so Dean turned to the older boys “All right you two where were you this morning when Ruth had her accident?” They looked at him then shook their head “Unless you’re a cop, We don’t need to tell you anything” You happened to have your badge in your jacket pocket so you flipped it out and whistled to get their attention “He’s my partner boys so speak”
Dean smiled smugly as the bigger of the two said “We weren’t even here this morning. Sonny sent us into town to get chicken feed. We swear” They seemed genuine enough but you still asked “What about Ruth? What can you tell us about her?” the boy who hadn’t spoken yet said “We used to call her the warden. She was a real bible thumping hard ass” way to speak about the dead before she was even cold but you let it go. “Obviously, what else. Anything different or weird?” “You mean besides Timmy?” The bigger boy joked and you narrowed your eyes at him before Dean said “Either of you touch him ever again. I’m gonna go all guantanamo on you and I’m the good cop here. Understand me?” they looked back at you so you smiled sweetly to push Dean’s point. “Now get the hell out of here you little rats”
They ran off so you and Dean checked on Timmy. He said he was ok so you headed inside to find Sam.
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You were helping Sam go through records when a scream ripped out so Dean and Sonny ran outside to check on the boys. Robin hadn't long showed up to start her weekly guitar lessons. “You know Dean was Sullivan county’s one hundred and thirty five pound wrestling champion when he was here?” you looked up from the file in your hand “Really? You know I’m thinking he remembers more here than he’s letting on and I’m betting his time here was good”
Time passed and Dean walked back in the door “Kids good, gonna need about eight thousand stitches” “That kid was bullying Timmy before the accident right?” Sam asked and you knew where he was headed because he’d already bounced the idea off of you. You held out the file Sam had shown you “Timmy was found in an abandoned building a year ago by himself. No one was sure how long he’d been there” “What about his parents?” he asked handing the file to Sam “Well, they posted a picture on the internet but no one ever showed up”
The working idea was ghost possession which meant shoving salt down the kids throat for a forced ejection. Dean sent you back to the barn with Sam while he looked through the house.
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Inside the barn you found a little hideout in the loft of it. In that hideout you found drawings which basically told you Timmy’s entire story, showing a wreck and how he’d come to be alone.
“We need to tell Dean” you said and Sam nodded in agreement.
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The moment you and Sam were walking into the backdoor Dean and Robin were running towards you “Go!” you reached for the door but it was locked. “Damn it” Dean hollered so you ran to the cabinet and grabbed the salt then threw it at Sam “Circle!” so he set about making a circle around Robin.
“Dean, what just happened in there?” Robin asked. You shook your head “Robin just whatever happens don’t leave this circle” she looked at Dean then back at you and nodded.
Timmy walked into the entryway “I can’t control her” “Who?” Dean asked but you knew the answer “Your mom right?” Dean looked at you for an explanation when Sam asked Timmy to tell you both about the fire. Him recounting what happened broke your heart for the kid but the fact remained his mom was the ghost killing people and from what he told Dean his action figure was the anchor so Dean turned the oven on and threw the action figure into the flame as you pushed Timmy to Robin inside the circle.
Turned out it was in fact not the action figure but Timmy himself working as the anchor. Dean managed to get through to Timmy so he could break the anchor and let his mom go. You ran to check on both boys once she let them go. “I’m good” Dean grunted and Sam nodded.
You watched as Timmy’s mom finally got to move on with a small smile then he ran to you and Dean and threw his arms around you both.
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You tried not to watch Dean and Robin but failed. Sam put his arm around your shoulders where you both stood next to baby “You good?” “Peachy”
All of you said your goodbyes to Sonny then hit the road.
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You were sitting quietly in the backseat until Dean cleared his throat “Anybody up to stop for the night?” you still had a few states to go so you said “Why not?”
He pulled off at the next exit and stopped at the first motel which was the bluebird inn. He glanced your way in the mirror “What’d you think?” you shrugged “Dean you and Sam have slept in baby and I’ve slept in my jeep. This is a five star resort simply because if we have to sleep in here I’m taking the whole backseat and you two can fight over the front” He grinned “Here it is then”
You helped Sam gather the bags while Dean got a room then you both followed him. He unlocked it and you started to simply collapse onto one of the beds but the shower was calling your name. “First shower!” you announced running to the door before Dean and playfully stuck your tongue out at him when you got there first.
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While you were in the shower Sam went on a food run,him and Dean were eating when you stepped out the bathroom. “Who wants it next?” Sam had less food than Dean so he closed his plate “I’m next”
You sat across from Dean at the small table and picked at your food. “Something wrong sweetheart? I’ve seen you order orange chicken every time we get chinese” you shook your head “Guess I’m more tired than hungry, which Winchester do I get the pleasure of listening to snore tonight?”
"I can take the couch” he offered and you rolled your eyes “Just for that now you must share a bed with me” he grinned “Is that so?” “Yes it is” you teased and by the time Sam got out of the shower you were already curling up under the blanket on the bed nearest the bathroom. “Night Sammy” “Night Y/N”
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You were half asleep when Dean climbed into the bed behind you “Y/N, it’s a little cold but I don’t want to get punched here” he whispered so you lifted the blanket and felt his feet bump the back of your legs so you rolled over to look at him “I can sleep however which position do you prefer?” he smiled at you “There are so many ways I could answer that but I’m taking the win that you’re finally in a bed with bed” you rolled your eyes and said “Goodnight Dean” “Night sweetheart”
You closed your eyes and felt him trying to get comfortable without invading your side of the bed so you opened one eye and threatened “If you do not go to sleep I will sleep on you dammit” “I’m in the room!” Sam groaned and you laughed realizing what you’d said “Sorry Sam but your brother is a fucking wiggle worm over here. Not like I’m the first woman that’s been in bed with him” “First one I know will kick my ass if my hand slips” Dean muttered and you looked up at him. He was so damn close and you could smell that scent of leather and gunpowder that always seemed to cling to him and it took everything in you to not close the space between your lips.
"Y/N about what Charlie said.." You closed your eyes at the wave of embarrassment that came along with those words. Christ he knew, he knew and had flirted or tried to flirt with Robin in front of you. How much of a sign did you need that he'd never feel the same about you, you'd always be his little brother's best friend to him. "Can we just go to sleep?" You begged quietly both of you trying to keep your voices down as to not disturb Sam again.
You felt his fingers lightly brush across your cheek "If you open your eyes for me and just listen I'll gladly go to sleep after I say what I want to" you slowly opened your eyes and took a deep breath before meeting those green eyes you loved so much. "Dean I'm not some kid you can just say you don't feel the same ok?"
"What if I do though?" Your heart was pounding so loudly in your ears you weren't sure if you'd heard him right so you asked "What?"
"It's took me a little while to figure it out but sweetheart living in close quarters with you, hunting with you... I've got to see another part of you. I've always known you were smart and a damn good hunter but you're also the type of woman to make everyone dance in the kitchen first thing in the morning. You can make Sam laugh at any given moment and you make me talk about things going on inside my head when anyone would else would give up at it. You can comfort someone one moment and scare the fucking hell out of a demon the next. You're beautiful when you first wake up and a knockout when you go undercover and I really want to kiss you right now but.." You cut him off by pressing your lips against his.
The momentary surprise of you kissing him wore off quickly. You felt when he shifted slipping an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. His lips moved against you gently, savoring the feeling.
A noise from Sam's bed made you pull apart quickly and you both looked over to see he was actually fast asleep and had just knocked a pillow off the bed. Dean let out a low laugh leaning his forehead over onto your chest "Guess that's our cue to get some sleep?" He asked leaving a light kiss on your throat before looking back up at your face.
You nodded trying to get your voice to work correctly "Um how do you want to sleep?" He settled onto his back and pulled you over to be laying on his chest. Your hand smoothed across the black t-shirt he was wearing trying to slow your brain down a bit to process what had just happened. "Already regretting wanting me?" He asked with the hint of a smirk but you could hear the actual hesitation under the sarcasm. You shook your head and laughed "Was just thinking Sam's reaction if he'd woke up to us kissing in the bed across from him" "He would've thrown something at us both" he joked then lightly kissed your forehead "Get some sleep. If you still want this come morning then we'll tell Sammy"
You fell asleep from the feeling of his fingers gently moving through your hair.
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Sam whispering "So are you two finally together now or what?" to Dean was the first thing you heard when you started to wake up the next morning. You almost had the urge to remain quiet to see what Dean would say but instead you spoke as you stretched "Unless he's already changed his mind" making both of them look your way with a guilty expression.
Dean was standing at the foot of Sam's bed repacking his bag and winked at you "Oh no Sweetheart. I'm a lot harder to get rid of than that" you smiled sleepily then cut your eyes at Sam "Unless you want to see me kiss your brother I suggest you make the coffee run" Sam laughed and grabbed the keys to baby "I'll grab breakfast too while I'm out"
Dean watched him walk out then turned around and looked at you "So I got offered a kiss?" "Come get it" you replied and he grinned walking over to the bed. He slowly climbed onto the bed bracing his weight on his arms as he hovered over you "Good morning" he said before ducking his head down to catch your lips in a tentative kiss.
You slid your arms up around his shoulders to pull him closer as he deepened the kiss. When you pulled away to catch your breath he moved down to your neck nudging at it until you moved enough to give him complete access. He kissed across it licking then nipping at the places that pulled a response out of you. When he bit down gently on your pulse point you let out a low moan "Fuck, do that again" he growled against your skin biting down just a little harder. You bucked your hips up against his letting out a light gasp when he ground down into you "Dean, christ either we've got to stop or this is going to go further than a few kisses"
He made his way back up to your face and this time when he kissed you it was more possessive but just as gentle "I don't want you thinking that's all I'm after here" he whispered against your lips letting one hand trail down your side smiling at the little shiver you gave when his fingertips slid under your shirt and brushed across the bare skin. "And I'm happy about that Dean, really I am but waiting is easier said than done when you're touching me" he chuckled darkly then looked up at your face "Well what do you want to do here sweetheart? Because I'm yours no matter if we have sex or if we wait. You're stuck with me now"
You took a few deep breaths then nodded "As much as I'd love to, I kind of don't like the idea of Sam waiting outside in the car for us to finish?" He smiled and kissed you once more "Fine by me. I'll let you get dressed and be a gentleman about it" he climbed off the bed and you saw him readjust himself in his jeans and had to stifle a laugh. He cut his eyes back at you "Laugh now sweetheart but the moment you tell me you want to, I'm going to do my best to make it hard on you to walk for a few days" you bit your lip at the promise and right before he walked outside you said "Well we are headed back to the bunker where we have two different bedrooms we can break in" he winked at you then stepped out the door shutting it behind himself.
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The ride back to the bunker you rode in the backseat as usual despite Sam's offer to switch seats. You didn't plan for that much to change about the dynamic you'd built with the boys. Just because you were now with Dean didn't change anything, did it?
You must have fell asleep at some point because the next thing you knew Dean was gently shaking your shoulder "Come on sleeping beauty, we're home"
You rolled your eyes then sat up straighter "Sam already head inside?" He nodded "We stopped to grab some food so he went to round Kevin up" You climbed out and reached back in for your bag but Dean beat you to it. You eyed the bag and he shrugged “Oh come on Y/N. You can let me shove my tongue down your throat but you wanna argue about me carrying your bag?” “Fair enough” you replied and was rewarded with one of those smiles that always made your heart flip. He held his hand out so you took it and let him lead the way inside.
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The moment the two of you made it into the interior door you heard Kevin say “I honestly thought they were already sleeping together” You stopped dead in your tracks and cleared your throat “Excuse me?” Kevin glanced up to see you and Dean standing at the head of the stairs and the guilt was clear on his face. He grinned then gathered his food “As I was telling Sam I am mid marathon on Netflix so I am going back to my room” you watched him scamper away and couldn’t help but laugh. Times like that you were reminded just how young he still was and it hurt your head to think about everything the kid had been through.
You followed Dean down the stairs and took your bag from him “I’m going to go put my stuff away, you two leave me some food”
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Dean watched you walk down the hall then looked back to see Sam was watching him. “What Sammy?” “Nothing, just you two are good together. I’ve seen it for a while” Sam answered with a shrug then grabbed his own bag and food “I’m going to go put my stuff away and grab a shower” “You headed to bed this early?” Dean questioned but Sam shrugged once again “Heading to bed, making sure I don’t stumble upon my brother and best friend in a compromising position however you want to put it”
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You stepped out of your room and headed back towards the kitchen expecting to find Sam at the table but Dean was sitting alone and glanced up when you walked in. “I know Kevin retreated but where’d Sam get off to?” “Something about not wanting to catch us in a compromising position” he replied, taking a sip of the beer in his hand.
Since Dean had already voiced the fact that he was concerned if the two of you slept together this soon you’d think he was only after sex you tried to act as if you’d thought about anything else besides how his lips felt on your skin. You walked to the fridge trying to ignore the way his eyes tracked your movement as you grabbed a beer out then walked back over to the table. “So what he thinks now we won’t be able to be around each other without you trying to throw me down on the nearest flat surface?” Dean’s eyes skimmed up your body, biting his lip before he finally said “Something like that”
You took a sip of the beer and tried to look anywhere but at Dean as you said “So if I suggested we go to your room?” He was on his feet and to your side before you got the question out completely “I mean if you want” you took another swig of the beer then sat it down on the counter “Let me rephrase myself. Dean, can we go to your room now?” He smirked then pulled you into his arms capturing your lips in a lingering kiss full of unspoken promises. When he broke away from your lips leaving you a bit breathless he said “Lead the way sweetheart”
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You stumbled into Dean’s door both of you working to kick your shoes off without breaking the kiss. Once you were inside he shut the door then pushed you back against it. He pulled back from you, both of your chests heaving slightly “Are you sure about this Y/N? About me?” “Just shut up and kiss me Dean” you replied with a slight laugh.
His hands went to the hem of your shirt and he hesitated for a moment before pulling it over your head letting it drop out of his hands once he had you bared. He started at your neck kissing down your jaw then across your collarbone savoring every sound he was able to pull from your lips. When he closed his mouth over your clothed breast you let out a low moan “Dean, bed please” he smiled against your skin and you felt his hands slide across your ass before he gripped your thighs to pull you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist capturing his lips in a messy kiss.
He walked the few steps to the bed then lowered you down onto it before pulling back long enough to pull his own shirt off then he climbed back onto the bed hovering over you. “I’ve wanted this for a while” he confessed, leaning his head down to kiss across your chest. “So have I” you whispered not trusting your voice to speak much louder. He chuckled then you felt his hands slide around you so you lifted up far enough he could unsnap your bra then he threw it somewhere behind him.
“Look at you, so damn beautiful” he murmured rolling your left nipple into his mouth teasing it with his tongue and teeth. “Oh fuck, Dean” you moaned tangling your fingers into his hair. He switched sides giving the right breast the same attention. You bucked your hips up against his and could feel how hard he already was through your jeans. “Use your words princess” he teased as he moved to leave a trail of open mouthed kisses across your stomach stopping just shy of the top of your jeans. “I need you” you whimpered not caring how desperate you sounded in that moment. Dean kissed your hip then moved to unsnap your jeans “Lift your hips for me baby” you did as he asked and felt the cool air hit your skin as he pulled the jeans off your legs and dropped them to the floor. A small part of you registered the fact that you were left completely bared to him but the rest of you could only concentrate on how Dean looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid his eyes on. “If I do anything you don’t like, tell me ok?” he asked and you nodded. He winked at you before lowering his head down to lick into you. Your hips arched off the bed at the feeling but one of his arms snaked across your waist to hold you in place “Lay back and enjoy it sweetheart” he cooed before flicking his tongue across your clit and you felt the pressure in your stomach start to build. He slid one finger into you followed by another curling them up until they found that spot inside of you that made your eyes roll back. He kept pace with his tongue and fingers working you over that edge. When you came with a moan of his name on your lips he greedily lapped up your juices letting out a groan that vibrated through your core.
When you became too sensitive you pushed his head away so he kissed his way back up your body until he got to your lips, kissing you sloppily and allowing you to taste yourself on him. “Please let me fuck you baby” he begged and christ hearing Dean Winchester sound like that was nearly enough to push you over that edge again “Take your jeans off” you spoke and he quickly stood up long enough to push his jeans down off his hips then he climbed back onto the bed keeping his weight on his arms. You looked between you and felt your eyes widen slightly at his girth. He pressed his lips against yours in a gentle kiss “One more time, you’re sure?” you nodded “Yes Dean” He lined himself up with your entrance and you both let out a moan at the feeling of him slowly pushing into you.
Once he was completely sheathed inside of you he stilled letting you adjust to his size while he kissed down your neck. Once the sting of him stretching you gave way to the pleasurable fullness of him you moved your hips against his “Move baby” he started slowly rolling his hips into yours making your back arch off the bed at the feeling. “Dean, oh god” you moaned and that spurred his movements on. He snapped his hips forward into yours ripping a scream of pleasure from your lips. “Fuck you feel fucking amazing Y/N. God damn why didn’t we do this sooner” he groaned changing his angle just enough so that every thrust of his hips rubbed across that spot inside of you. “Right there Dean..oh fuck please don’t stop” you begged as your nails dug into his back. “Wasn’t planning on it” he grunted, keeping his pace the same as he slammed into you. You could feel that pressure building again and you must have clenched around him because he kissed your neck and said “Go ahead and come for me again baby. I won’t be far behind” his fingers came down to rub tight circles onto your clit and that was all it took to push you over the edge.
Your vision went soft around the edges as your second orgasm washed over you. You felt Dean’s hips falter as his thrusts started to become more frantic chasing the release. “Do I need to pull out?” he asked between gritted teeth. “No, I’m covered” you breathed, feeling yourself getting close to a third orgasm. He buried himself deep inside of you with one final thrust and the feeling of him coming coating inside of you pushed you over that edge again. “Holy hell Y/N” he spoke leaning his forehead over onto your chest while both of you worked to get your breathing back to normal. “Right back at you” you said then grimaced when you noticed the angry red claw marks littering his back “Shit, I marked the hell out of you Dean” He raised his head to glance over his shoulder at the marks and a grin slipped onto his face “Good, like I said I’m yours Y/N. Might as well mark your territory” you shook your head with a laugh that turned into a gasp when he pulled out of you. He reached down and found his shirt to use as a means of cleaning you both up. Once you were both as good as you could get he laid down next to you and pulled you into his arms “So, did I disappoint?” he asked and you cut your eyes up at him “Remind me to kick your ass for that question when the feeling comes back fully in my legs” he chuckled and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips “Sure thing baby”
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Truce
Title: Truce
Summary: The Winchesters and The Campbells were always fighting each other, but what happens when a Winchester falls in love with a Campbell.
Pairing: Dean Campbell x Reader!Winchester
Rating: E - Everyone
Warnings: Angst/Fluff
Word Count: 1712
Squared Filled: Mafia AU
Bingo Card: @spnaubingo
A/N: None
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Dean Campbell followed his mother and brother into their compound. Their mother was fuming as their rivals the Winchesters had once again outsmarted them on a case. His brother Adam, continued on to his room while Dean settled in at the large meeting table.
“How? How did John Winchester and his kids get to that Rugaru before we did?” Mary Campbell asked as she poured herself a drink.
Looking at her as she sat at the head of the table, “They’re eggheads mom. They probably bored the poor monster to death.”
She chuckled, “We need to get someone on the inside to see how they are getting to monsters before us.”
“I could probably find a way in there, if you want.” He suggested his heartbeat picking up slightly.
His mom took a drink before giving him a nod, “Report in to Bobby twice a week.”
He stood with a nod heading off towards his own room to pack up a few things. He pulled out a phone from the inside of his jacket and sent a text before grabbing his duffle leaving the compound. He cruised down the dark, empty highway out of Lawrence heading towards Lebanon.
Arriving at the small house a few miles from the Winchester’s not so secret bunker, Dean’s stomach fluttered with excitement. Grabbing his things, he rushed inside to find (Y/N) Winchester standing in front of the fireplace looking at pictures on the mantle.
“Hi sweetheart.”
She turned smiling widely before closing the distance between and kissing him, “Hello handsome.”
He scooped her up and headed off to the bedroom before she could say anything else. It had been months since they last saw one another.
Over a year ago, while hunting a pack of werewolves, Dean and (Y/N) had run into one another. After a few choice words, insults and killing the pack they ended up sharing a bottle of whiskey and sleeping with each other. Agreeing to never speak of their night together or one another again it was a couple months later they found themselves face to face again. Unable to deny their attraction to one another after another night together it began a whirlwind, secret relationship.
As they laid together in bed, Dean had his eyes closed enjoying the feeling of (Y/N)’s fingers trailing across his chest, “What’s going on, Dean? It’s not like you to come here practically unannounced.”
“My mother wants me to spy on your family from the inside. The information I’ve been feeding you for hunts and you getting there before us has her frustrated. I’m wondering if it might be time to put our plan into action.”
She sat up, the thin sheet slipping away from her body distracting him for a moment, “We just told my father about us and he wasn’t thrilled nor was my brother. Do you really think now is the time for this?”
“I’m sorry, were you speaking? I’m distracted by your perfect and beautiful breasts in my face.” He chuckled as she slapped his chest, “Ow.”
“I’m serious, Dean. Do you honestly think this is the right time?”
He pushed himself up to rest against the headboard, pulling her into his side, “We don’t know until we try. If our parents are as smart as they think they are then they will see the benefits of our families joining together.”
(Y/N) pressed her lips against his chest, “If they don’t see the benefits?”
“Then we go to plan B. Just you and me.” A tense silence fell between as Dean kissed her head, “Set up a meeting with your dad and we’ll run our plan by him first.”
The next afternoon, Dean sat across from John Winchester along with his son, Sam, and his second in command, Ellen Harvelle. (Y/N) was sitting beside him as they finished telling them their plan to bring the families together. John sat there rubbing his hand over his stubbed chin silently.
“So, you want to initiate a truce between our families?”
Dean nodded, “Yes sir. Our families have had this rift between them for as long as any of us can remember. Combining your families’ brains and my families’ brawn will be the only way to get ahead of all the monsters.”
Sam turned to his father, “As much as I hate to admit this, but the hunter has a point.”
“He has a name, Sam.” (Y/N) snapped.
He rolled his eyes, “Dean has a point. We could direct the hunters to locations of monsters for them to kill.”
“Set up a meeting with Mary and when the time is right we will be there to back you up.” John stood up looking to the two of them, “Or you two could just make it legal binding our families together.”
(Y/N) squeezed his hand as John smirked walking away from the large map table, “Did he just suggest what I think he did?”
“Yeah sweetheart, I think he did.”
Three Weeks Later
Dean nervously paced in front of the fireplace as (Y/N) waited in the kitchen. His mother, Adam and Bobby were all on their way there. His stomach was churning as he went over his plan in his head repeatedly. Upon hearing a car driving up the gravel drive, he went to the door to meet his family.
“Thank you all for coming.”
They all walked inside in the living room, “Dean, why are we here?” Mary asked as she sat down.
“(Y/N),” Dean called towards the kitchen, “For the last year, I have been dating (Y/N) Winchester.”
“What?!” All three of them shouted.
(Y/N) came in standing by his side and lacing her fingers with his, “The feud between our families needs to end. Working against one another is pointless and just works in the favor of the monsters we all want dead.”
Adam stood up, “You’re going against the family for some pussy!”
“Watch what you say, bro. I will take you down before you even lay a finger on me.” He seethed as (Y/N) ran her hand down his back trying to keep him calm.
Mary stood as well, “Adam, walk away.”
Dean watched as his little brother huffed then stormed out the front door, “Mom!” he shouted.
Everyone came out to the front of the house to see the Winchesters standing there. Dean and (Y/N) quickly pushed past Mary and Bobby to get in between the families.
“Wait. Hear us out.” Dean pleaded with his mother whose eyes were focused on the people behind him.
“Talk fast.” Her eyes connected to his.
Dean took a deep breath, “(Y/N) and I didn’t mean to fall in love, but we did. Now, we have an opportunity to truly have an operation that could make a difference against the monsters. We know the Men of Letters view hunters as dumb Neanderthals and we think they’re eggheads.”
Sam and Adam both scoffed as Dean rolled his eyes continuing, “Their accurate and constant information will only aid hunters in their fight. Why would we not want the merging of these two families to happen?”
“John Winchester cannot be trusted, none of them can.” Mary looked behind him once more.
“Come off it Mary. That is ancient history and for god sakes I’m human. I made a mistake.” John walked up on the other side of Dean across from his mother.
Mary scoffed, “That mistake cost me the love of my life.”
“And if I remember a week later, my wife was killed by a demon that you had claimed to have killed. I was angry, you were angry. What good did it do for either of us?” John’s hand rested on Dean’s shoulder, “All it did was divide us further making it easier for the monsters to get to us.”
Dean let go of (Y/N)’s hand stepping in front of his mother, “Our families need to pull their heads from their asses and join together.”
For the first time in his life, he watched as his mother’s eyes softened, “You really are in love with this girl?”
He nodded, “I am.”
She sighed pulling Dean into her arms whispering in his ear, “I will not forget this.” She pulled away from him the hardness back in her eyes.
“John, I will reach out to you within the week about how this new truce shall work between our families.” She said, stepping in between Adam and Bobby once more.
He nodded silently stepping back between Sam and Ellen, “I look forward to our families getting to know one another.”
“Mom, wait.” Dean called out as his family had begun to walk to their car, “There’s one more thing that I need you here for.”
He turned to (Y/N), who was looking curiously at him. Pulling out a small box he had within his pocket, Dean lowered to one knee in front of her, open the box.
“(Y/N) Winchester, I love you and want to spend whatever number of days I have left by your side. Saving people and hunting things. Will you do me the honor by marrying me and truly making this a family business?”
Audible gasps from his family and (Y/N) before she answered, “Yes. Yes!”
He slipped the ring on her finger before scooping her up and kissing her. Slowly, John began to clap as the rest of the Winchesters joined him. Dean smiling widely looked over to his family and immediate dread filled his chest. They were watching silently and without any reactions before getting in the car, driving away from them. Sighing heavily, he turned back towards (Y/N) pushing his lips into a smile.
John squeezed his shoulder once more, “Welcome to the family, son. If you break her heart there will be nothing left of you to come back and haunt us.”
Dean chuckled, “Understood.” The Winchesters walked off back towards their Bunker.
(Y/N) wrapped her arms around his waist, “Are you okay?”
“Of course, hopefully one day my mother will come to her senses. Until then I will get to know my new family.” He kissed the top of her head as they walked inside their home.
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Why are they changing the lore around the monsters? Holy water for vampires, no wooden stake mention for loki.
Hello angry Jared stan that is trying to not look like an obsessive Jared stan!
If you would like to learn How Writing Works, you may want to go to an actual writing blog. The addition of information is not Changing The Lore, it's called writing your story. If this confuses you, I suggest attending at least third grade and reading some books there and watching how Stories Evolve As They Go Forward.
Genuinely funny yall trying this after you embarassed yourselves over the French Rugaru Mistake because you were oblivious to the syncretic shit, and even Wiki was until it was too late and yall were clowned.
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The Story of Us-Chapter 8
A/N: This is a rewrite of a story my good friend @spnbaby-67 allowed me to take and rewrite. All mistakes are mine. This is canon divergent, meaning some things that happened in the show will still happen here but with my own twist to it.
Summary: She and Dean met when they were kids. Even at such a young age, she knew that he was her soulmate. Being the daughter of a hunter, Michaela (Micki) Singer knew the life he led came with a price, but she was up to the challenge.
Pairings: Dean Winchester/reader, Sam Winchester/friend!reader, John Winchester, Mary Winchester (mentioned only), Bobby Singer, and more from the Supernatural universe.
Warnings: Flashbacks are in italics, fluffy stuff, angst stuff, character death, kidnapping, depression, semi-dark themes
WC: 1,556
Winter (early February) 2000
It's been a little over 2 years since Micki had broken up with Dean and after he and his dad left, she never saw or heard from him.
She hadn't really meant to break up with him; had said it was over out of anger but he'd been gone before she had a chance to apologize. And he never called nor returned to Sioux Falls.
At graduation, her dad had been the only one there to clap and cheer for her. Dean had swore he'd be there and be her loudest supporter. But alas when the time came, he was nowhere around.
She couldn't really blame him though as she'd never reached out to him either. She'd just been so pissed at him first for blaming her for the pregnancy scare and secondly for just shrugging it off, pledging to do better; to always wear a condom.
That wasn't the point and she had hoped he would understand just how great of a mistake they had made. But he just acted as if it was no big deal. It was, to her!
Now, she is a graduate of Sioux Falls High and instead of heading off to college as her Dad had suggested, Micki had opted to stay back and man the multiple phone lines her dad had.
She was the secretary for the FBI, the police and the CIA but she also answered the calls that came in for her dad about handling monsters and demons.
A few of the hunters that have called in end up showing up on their doorstep and Micki begins getting to know one in particular, Steve Franklin. Steve was a little bit older than Micki but had been privy of monsters and demons for much longer.
He was chasing a monster that had taken out a whole family in a couple states over. It was the first time Steve had run across anything like it, so he called Bobby and showed up with the evidence to pore over the lore books.
He and Micki hit it off and before he left to go take care of what they had learned was a rugaru, he'd asked her out.
Steve and Micki had dinner at the local diner in town and then went to the movie theater to watch X-men. They ended up in Bobby's driveway, liplocked and quickly rounding second base.
The only thing stopping them was headlights shining through the windshield and the driver's side door opening before Steve got jerked out of his seat.
Micki scrambled out the still open car door to see what was going on. What she sees in front of her equally baffles her and enrages her. Dean fucking Winchester is slamming his fist into Steve's face.
"Goddammit Dean!" she yells. "Stop!"
He lands one more punch to Steve's bloodied face before he lets go of the other man's color, making Steve fall to the ground.
"What the fuck Mick?" Dean says, stalking across the gravel toward her. "You just out slutting it up with every Tom, Dick and Harry?"
The slap echoes as Dean's head whips to the left. He is stunned into silence.
"Listen here you asshole! It's none of your goddamn business what I've been doing. We-" Micki gestures between them. "-broke up and you left. I haven't heard from you in two fucking years! How dare you come back here and call me a slut! I hate you!"
The tears are streaming down her face, ruining the makeup she'd spent two hours on, her chest is heaving with anger and she grits her teeth so hard her jaw begins to hurt.
"What the hell are you doing here anyway?"
Before Dean can answer, the screen door screeches and her father steps out with a rifle poised to shoot. He looks at the scene before him. Micki's tear-stained red face, Dean's remorseful expression and Steve still on the ground, groaning in pain.
"I heard shouting," he explains as he decocks the gun and lowers it. "What the hell is going on?!"
While Bobby is helping Steve to get cleaned up and out the door, Micki and Dean sit at the kitchen table; Micki still seething and Dean penitent. Neither of them say a word as Bobby ushers Steve out of the house and to his car before he comes back in, “What in the world is going on with you two idjits?”
They both start speaking at the same time. “He ruined my date!” “She was practically fucking that guy right out there!”
Bobby holds his hand up to silence them. He shakes his head and turns to click the coffee pot on. It’s too late (or too early) to be dealing with this shit. As soon as the water starts percolating, he turns back to the two lovebirds.
“Dean,” he sighs as he runs a hand down his face. “You broke my little girl’s heart. That right there gives me every right to shoot you full of holes. And Mick, honey. I know he hurt you and left but did you even give him a chance to talk before you laid into him?”
Micki had ultimately had to tell her dad about the pregnancy scare and that she had broken up with Dean. It’d broken Bobby’s heart hearing that she had gone through that alone and hadn’t come to him. Did he think she was too young at that time to have a baby? Damn straight! Hell, she’s still too young in his eyes but what was done was done and he would’ve loved the child immensely, if there had been one.
“Dad,” Micki whined. “He had no right to pull Steve out of his truck and wail on him like he did. I’m not his property!”
Both men looked at the grown woman sitting there grumbling like a petulant child.
“She was…she…they….ugh!” Dean tries to defend his actions but he knows he was in the wrong and there is really no justification for his behavior, other than that he was extremely jealous. “I’m sorry. I just….I pulled up and saw them getting hot and heavy and I just…I went into a rage okay?” He turns to Micki to look her dead-on. “ Don't you get it Michaela? I got pissed because I.....I love you."
Micki is shocked at his confession. He had never uttered those three words to her. In all the years they were together, even when she said them, he never repeated them back to her.
And now, two years after they break up, he says he loves her?! He willingly and freely admitted he does actually have a heart that feels?
She can't help but to think it's just a ploy to get laid though. Was he out there striking out and thought she'd be an easy target if he told her he loved her?
Or had he finally grown a pair and was ready to admit his feelings?
PRESENT DAY (2008)
Dean shushes and utters loving words to Micki as he wipes the tears from her face.
"Baby, whatever it is, we can get through it if you wake up," he whispers as he rocks her listless body. "I need you to wake up honey. We need you. Please babe, show me those beautiful eyes, so full of love and adoration."
After a few minutes, Micki seems to calm down and no more tears escape her closed eyes. Dean settles her back into her spot and arranges himself around her, pulling her head onto his chest, like she had slept so many nights before he went to Hell.
He closes his eyes and immediately his mind starts pulsing with flashbacks of eerie screams and flickers of his bruised and bloody body hanging midair by chains and hooks in his skin.
He opens his eyes wide and stares at the ceiling of their shared bedroom, trying to calm his racing heart and toxic self-hatred.
The only thing that brings him to the present is movement to his side before his
daughter makes her presence known.
Dean slides out from under Micki and sits up to see Maren awake and cooing, kicking her little legs.
"Hello beautiful. Did you have a nice nap, my love?"
Dean picks his little girl up, cradling her in his arms as he sits back onto the mattress against the headboard.
"Your mom is Superwoman," he tells the baby in his arms. "She is so good and pure and honorable. She's too good for your old man, I tell you that."
Dean looks down at the comatose woman beside him. He loves her so much, they've been through a lot of shit together and she always amazed him with her resiliency, the way she could bounce back from whatever crummy and atrocious situation the couple found themselves in..
"I'm not worthy of her love and loyalty. I'm nothing but a grunt, a lowly peon," Dean admits as he looks from the first love of his life to the newest one. "She is the phenomenon, a one in a million natural. And I hope you grow up to be just like her, Maren Jade Winchester."
"That name has a nice ring to it," Dean hears before looking up from his little girl's gorgeous face.
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Dance in the kitchen like nobody is watching
Summary: The Winchester brothers have been away on hunts for a long time and you decide to cook for them on the day they come back to the bunker. They are arriving sooner than you thought and Dean find’s you dancing in the kitchen.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: language?, fluff-ish
Word count: 1123
A/N: Please bear with me for any mistakes in grammar and spelling, english isn’t my native language. Feel free to correct me though, I’m eager to improve my english skills!
With swinging hips you walked out of your room while you shoved your phone into the back-pocket of your jeans. You've put your favorite playlist on, blasting it through your headphones. Your lips moved to the lyrics like you were singing along.
Even though you were still alone at the bunker you wanted to use your headphones. Sure, you could just play your music through the speakers but that just didn't really do it for you. You liked your music loud and near. Your eardrums would surely thank you sometime in the future for that, but for now you didn't really care.
On the way to the kitchen you danced through the corridor, a big smile on your lips. Today was a good day. A really good one.
You had a brunch-date with Charlie in the morning, you petted a lot of cats on your supply-run earlier and Sam and Dean would finally come back from their hunting-marathon later in the evening.
Excitement flooded through you. You haven't seen the Winchesters for two months. They had been on cases nonstop. You had to stay behind because of a dislocated knee and Dean thought it would be better for your health if you set this one out, even though you were pretty much ready to hunt again.
“Plus, it's a simple salt 'n burn, Y/N. We'll torch that son of a bitch and be back in two days. Tops”, he said while ruffling your hair. His typical smirk on his lips. Pouting, you watched them leave. Dean was so overprotective some times...
Yeah, well, the case wasn't as simple as they first thought. Then there was a rugaru ripping people apart some towns away, a werwolf pack going on a rampage a few states over and some demons who had a little too much fun with the insides of a neighborhood. Just to name a few...
You could only imagine how exhausted Sam and Dean had to be. When the older Winchester had called a few hours ago to let you know they were coming home, he had sounded awfully tired.
Stepping into the kitchen you immediately headed to the fridge. You figured you'd cook dinner for them, they'd be hungry for sure. Searching though the fridge, you settled to stick with your previous idea: burgers, salad for Sam and a homemade cherry pie for dessert to top it of.
You danced through the kitchen, throwing all the ingredients together. Cooking has always been your hobby. With music it was even more fun. You were totally in your zone.
By the time the pie was ready you were almost done with the burger patties. There were only a handful left to cook.
A look at the clock told you that Sam and Dean should be back in about an hour at best. If Dean wasn't giving a shit about the speed limit like always, they could even arrive in about half an hour. Enough time to get everything ready.
You opened the oven door and pull out the pie. It's sweet scent immediately filled the kitchen. Taking a deep breath, you groaned. It looked and smelled mouthwatering.
The patties frizzled in the pan and mixed with the smell of the pie. Damn, you hadn't been hungry before but now you definitely were. You couldn't wait for the brothers to be back so you could taste this masterpiece of a meal.
After the meat was done you put it into the oven to keep them warm.
Your all-time favorite song started playing and you pushed the louder-button until it was at it's limit and started singing along. You moved even more, spinning around and swaying your arms and head to the rhythm. Your hair flew around your head and into your face, but it didn't annoy you enough to care and pull it back to put it into a bun or so.
In the meanwhile you put everything else for the burgers – cheese, salad, tomatoes and such – on separate plates, preparing them to place them on the table. Everything else was ready. The salad was already finished and the burger buns were cut open and toasted.
You took the dishes in your hands and spinned around to start setting the table, still dancing to the rhythm of the music.
You were almost at the table when you realized there was someone standing in the door. You raised your eyes and saw Dean leaning against the doorframe, smirking at you.
“Oh fuck!”, you exclaimed startled, almost dropping the plates you were holding. You set them down fast and pulled the headphones from your ears.
With a quick look you scanned him for any injuries, but the only wounds he had were some scratches.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you”, he replied. Dean's lips curved even higher. You could tell that sorry was the last thing he was feeling. “You didn't hear me call out your name so I figured I'd wait until you notice me.”
“Damn, Dean you almost gave me a heart attack!” You smiled at him none the less and turned around to get the rest of the food.
“I love to come home to the smell of your pie. Best pie in the world. Have I ever told you that, sweetheart?”, he asked and you were glad that you had your back turned at him so he didn't see you blush at his compliment and the nickname.
“No, I don't think you did”, you answered and bend down to pull the patties out of the oven.
You could hear him chuckle and you tried to concentrate on the burger patties. Damn, this man did things to you without trying and he didn't even knew it.
He put his dufflebag on the floor and walked over to you to help you with the rest of the food.
It didn't take long for Sam to appear in the kitchen as well, settling down at the table. He even prepared a burger for himself on his plate. Wow, the last two months really had to be hard on him if he was going to eat a burger.
The boys set down and started to eat, while you were cutting the pie.
“Damn, this is to die for”, Sam beamed after taking a bite of his burger – one of the really rare occasions he would eat anything else than rabbit food – followed by a fork full of salad. “Thank you for cooking Y/N.”
You smiled at him. “My pleasure”, you answered. “And I'm glad you two came back in one piece”, you commented and set down as well.
Dean swallowed and affirmed smiling: “Always, sweetheart.”
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Day 9 - Electric
(Warnings: Graphic depiction of violence. This is a dark one)
The crowd rose up around him, howling its rage and its need for violence. In addition to the smell of blood and cigarettes, he could feel this mixture of adrenaline and excitement filling the place, plunging this old abandoned shed into an atmosphere fit to an arena. And that was one. Not that Dean gives it any importance anymore. What mattered was not what it looked like, but what was happening there.
A new flash of light blinded him while the metallic noise of the audience striking with animosity against the protective wire fence rose in a sinister music to his ears. Here, everything screamed decadence and anarchy and he loved it, to be able to blend with the mass without ever being considered as the freak that he was outside. Being a monster was common in this clandestine universe, it was even greatly encouraged if one wanted to survive it.
As adrenaline pulsed through his veins like an intoxicating electric current, Dean clenched and loosened his fists with apprehension, eager to soon feel bones cracking under his knuckles. Tonight, he was going to be what he was built for, what others made of him year after year. Tonight, he was no longer Dean Winchester, he was nothing but fury and hatred.
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Dean woke up early that morning from a night full of nightmares despite his exhaustion. His eyes were red and ringed, sunk into their sockets after hours spent watching the house of this supposed rugaru. He made a face at the memory of the bitter failure of that night. What was the point of being a hunter if he could not save lives? The rugaru had time to devour his whole family before Dean could intervene, all because he had not taken some essential parameters into consideration. It was a stupid rookie mistake that cost the lives of two little girls and an innocent woman. With his chest already on fire, he had remained lying down looking at the ceiling a few hours before deciding to go out.
It was a bad idea. He didn’t give a shit.
Dean had rushed to the nearest grocery store, had taken meager provisions for form and numerous bottles of alcohol. When he got back to his room—on the ground floor, thank God—, he had barely taken off his shoes that the neck of the bottle was already on his lips. And Dean had been drinking. He had drunk, drunk, emptied a whole bottle and had stretched out himself among the sheets of his unmade bed. In a flash of lucidity, he had turned on his cell phone. Because he couldn’t help himself. Because despite the argument with his brother since the beginning of the week, he was worried.
However, he had not texted Sam, especially not. He did not want his brother to deprive himself of a small respite once again because of his stupid decisions and existential crises. Things were not really easy between them and, if he was honest with himself, they were not anymore for some time already. This was another reason why he had no right to demand any support from him: Sam was better off without him and his carcass full of anger and sadness.
He had not written to Castiel either. He had prayed even less. His best friend had enough to deal with in Heaven, with all these angelic losses and the threat of a new rebellion hovering over the cosmic balance. If another war was coming, then Castiel was more useful up there than with his own pathetic self. In any case, even if he had sent him a quick message asking him how he was doing today, he already knew the answer. Bad. Just like him. It was like a sinister condemnation that kept coming back and pounding in his skull. This mixed with a growing guilt that was now forming one with him.
Then Dean had drowned his too-full-heart in alcohol before spending a good hour in the bathroom vomiting the empty contents of his stomach. He had not eaten at lunch, being too sick — and what was the point anyway? — before feeling this growing anger in his heart again at the end of the day. His telephone remained desperately silent and that did not help despite his desire to be alone. Somewhere deep inside him, maybe he was hoping someone would send a message first to inquire about his health, but nothing. Furiously, tired of turning between the four moldy walls of his motel room, Dean had grabbed his jacket and his car keys before going out towards the first bar.
He had found an enough ill-reputed one to accomplish what he wanted to do tonight in complete discretion. Kansas City was a big city with its dark sides and where no one would ever pay attention to him.
Diving into the noise almost drowned his thoughts. Dean had barely got off two shots before a man hit him on the shoulder. He kept a toxic smile of flowering on his lips knowing exactly that his plan had worked before turning his attention to man. The difficulty of the thing was to look lost and desperate enough to accept any proposal without inspiring too much pity. Dean barely had to pretend. Obviously, the guy turned out to be exactly what he was looking for: a recruiter for clandestine fights that were quietly organized at night in the premises behind the bar. The boss seemed to know since he said nothing more when he heard a few bits of their conversation. Dean had answered each of his questions in a neutral manner before the man finally told him to meet him at two o'clock in the morning behind the bar if he was interested, seeing "potential" in him. Perfect.
His instincts, although sore with alcohol, told him not to take the risk. But this rage… this rage that filled him a little more every moment, this anger that had come to mingle with his guilt and his despair screamed at him to go hit something. Something alive, something that can bleed and take his relentless violence. Dean was like that: he was violent, dangerous and unsavory. He knew how to destroy and that’s it. He knew how to torture and that’s it. It was surely for this reason that he had so much his place in Hell... He needed to be punished for his past mistakes.
At 1:45, Dean was on the sidewalk, facing the dark alley leading to the rendezvous point. His hands were in his pockets, his heart beating in a strangely calm way, still not drowned in vodka. Swallowing his conscience, repeating to himself that he deserved it anyway, Dean plunged into the alley. In the end, he found the meeting place quite easily.
Without him knowing why, the security guards at the entrance recognized him and, after long underground corridors, allowed him to enter what seemed to be a large abandoned shed isolated from the rest of the city center. However, the place was teeming with people, the crowd of junkies and thugs crowding around what looked like an improvised and slightly raised ring. Some whispered cheers, others insulted while two poor fellows were fighting in the square with their bare hands. Dean got closer. One of the men took a particularly violent blow which sent him to the ground. In a rule-bound sport, that was usually when the game ended. But there were no referees here, just a man shouting comments from the top of a high box, and the winner threw himself on his opponent on the ground to beat him. He did not stop until the poor fellow spit so much blood that he choked under him. With a smile of victory, the other stood up and shouted his victory while his opponent lay there half dead, being evacuated by two other men and leaving a trail of blood behind him.
The commentator then screamed into his microphone, asking for a volunteer in the crowd to come and try his luck in the ring. Dean sincerely thought that no one would be crazy enough to say yes when two other losers entered the ring and a new fight ensued. Once again, it was violent, disloyal and bloody. The more the blows resounded in the hangar, the more the crowd seemed to be in effervescence, screaming to animate the fight while the money of the gamblers was circulating from hand to hand.
Dean stayed away for the next two until the commentator announced the last fight. In the audience, a strong man with several metal teeth raised his hand in a raging cry, a smug smile on his lips. He stepped into the ring. In the hangar floated a semblance of hesitation, no opponent reaching the iron jaw. So, while Dean had been waiting all night for this very moment, he raised his hand, approached the ring under the laughter of others, and threw himself into the fray. His opponent looked at him with a mocking and evil look.
That’s how he ended up with this electric atmosphere around him as his heart sent waves of adrenaline into the rest of his body.
What did he have to lose? He came here to hit, no? So, hit or get hit… What was the difference? The only thing that could reassure him was that the opposite man seemed at least as guilty as he was. By the time he took off his jacket and his shirt, Dean was already crushing his fist into that idiot’s jaw.
Immediately, the screams and comments resumed around them, but everything was drowned in a muffled whistle when Dean took two more hits at a steady pace. His breath was taken away. Several minutes passed where the only thought that was imposed on his mind was to be in pain. In addition to needing to vent all this anger, he deserved all the bruises that were accumulating on his body. He deserved to suffer at least as much as he had made others suffer in his life. Blood rolled from his nose into his mouth and Dean spit on the ground.
When he finally seemed to begin to dominate the fight, his strong opponent, but little enduring, he felt a flash of terrible rage pierce his body. With his breath almost cut off by so much blind anger, Dean opened wide eyes filled with a terrifying thirst for blood. He was unrecognizable. The beast in him had awakened. He was no better than all the monsters he hunted, he was worse. In a moment of inattention, this violence took hold of him as effectively as at the time of Cain’s mark, a knee stroke flew into his brow arch and sent him to the ground. His opponent had risen.
Among the repeated violence that his body was undergoing, the man determined to beat him, Dean found it difficult to regain control over himself and a rumble escaped from his lips. What was going on? He became that thing that he swore he would never be again. In one last desperate rush, Dean managed to dodge another punch and rolled on himself, his chest in a vice of pain. Blinded by anger and pain, he succeeded in reversing the situation and projecting the iron jaw to the ground. In an instant, he had mounted his body and struck, struck, and struck until the face under him was nothing more than a bloody and deformed pulp. Dean screamed. Only then did the remaining hatred in his chest fade and he could breathe again, the blood flowing into his brain enough to tell him to stop.
The rest seemed blurry to him, his thoughts muddled and confused, drowned by the cheers and the cries of craze. He remembers, however, the same man who had come to recruit him in the bar coming to congratulate him at the exit, thanking him for the nice money that Dean had allowed him to win. He told him that he had it in his blood. Dean barely replied, not less agreed though.
Once back at the motel and the blood cleaned from his clothes, Dean was again alone with his thoughts. He immediately sent a message to Sam. He needed help. He needed his family to remind him that he was not just a wild animal, that he could exist beyond his rage. Currently he was just… empty. Dean already knew that his dreams would be filled with horrible nightmares tonight and he was tired of it in advance. After several minutes of internal fighting, Dean curled up on himself against a wall in his room. He did not want to sleep. What if the beast came back while he lowered his guard? He didn’t want to sleep. He was in too much pain to sleep. He needed to go back, to resist that dark part of him. Dean could never let it surface again, not like that, ever. He still felt his knuckles suffering, sending waves of pain into the rest of his hand like electric shocks.
He didn’t want to sleep…
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Stranger
I Am Sorry
Summary - Alone in your room, you try to figure out how your past life had been.
Pairing - Dean x Reader (??), Sam x Reader (platonic)
Warning - Angst, mentions of drinking, swearing and did I mention angst
Word Count - 2066
Square Filled - Bunker ( @spndeanbingo )
A/N - So I know I have been a little MIA for a over a week now and it has been a lot time since I have updated any of my series. But I finally got my motivation to continue this part and my other series so hopefully I won't abandon this series again. Regularity and me - we don't have a good relationship.
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There were no more tears left to cry. You had spent the whole evening crying, trying to think of any possible reason as to why Dean would do such a thing, trying to bring yourself forgive him, but you couldn't. You needed to know why Dean took such a drastic measure to erase himself from your life.
Your stomach grumbled. You sat up and rubbed your face with your hands. You didn't know what time it was, but you assumed it was sometime around midnight, considering how long you had been in the bunker. You needed food in your stomach. There was a knock on your door. You hoped it was not Dean. You couldn't face him right now.
“Y/N, it's Sam,” the voice called from the other side of the door, making you sigh in relief. You got out of your bed, and walked up to the wooden door, opening it.
“Hey,” you said.
“I got you food,” Sam smiled.
“A literal angel.” You said.
“I figured you might be hungry after everything you have been through and I also got you a drink.” He gave you a knowing smile.
“Thank you. Do you want to….come in I guess,” you told him.
“If that's okay with you.”
“Sure.” Sam followed you into the room, a plate of food in one hand, and some clothes on another.
“I hope you still like junk food.” Sam chuckled.
“Oh yeah!” You grinned, smiling for the first since the fallout.
“Here,” he handed you the clothes, “You need some fresh pair of clothes. They might be a little too big.”
“Thank you.”
“I'm sorry.” He said.
“What're you sorry for? Your brother's a dumbass,” you scoffed.
“Cas said that what he did is irreversible.” He said. “He said something about grace and how magic done by grace can't be reversible so-”
“I won't remember anything.” You said.
“I called Rowena-”
“The witch?” You asked.
“Yes. She said she will pay us a visit tomorrow. Maybe she can come up with a solution,” he hoped.
“I don't think so, Sam.” you exhaled loudly.
“Listen I am not supporting his stupid decision but Dean, at that time he thought he was doing the right thing,” He sighed. “We'll figure somethin’ out, Y/N/N.”
“He could have talked to me. We could have come up with a different solution other than me having to live without remembering half of my life,” you bitterly laughed.
“I know.” Sam walked up to you and suddenly pulled you into a tight hug.
“Sam, c-can't….breathe,” you gasped.
“Sorry,” he sheepishly smiled and let go of you, “I missed having you around. I really hated the decision Dean made. He didn't think of anyone. You were like my little sister I never thought I needed. I really missed you Y/N/N.”
“Wish I could say the same.” You gave him a sad smile.
“Eat up. You must be starving. Maybe we can reverse the spell….or whatever it is,” Sam said.
“Yeah. Thank you….for everything, Sam,” you said, as he smiled and turned to leave the room, “Sam, wait.”
“Yeah?” He looked back at you.
“I-”
“What is it?” He insisted.
“How is he?” You blurted out.
“Dean? He's, you know, holed up in his room, drinking. I'll check on him on my way out to make sure his liver survives the night.” Sam said.
“Okay.” you said and wished him goodnight as he left the room. After taking a swig from the bottle of beer, you finished off with the burger Sam had brought for you before retreating back to the bed.
Sleep didn't come easy that night. Mind plagued by various thoughts, you kept tossing and turning in your bed. Not only the thoughts about how your previous life was but also the dream you had, when the Djinn had captured you, kept you up all night. Dean said those monsters show you what your heart desires, then why did you dream about a life with Dean? He was just a guy at the bar for you. Tears welled up in your eyes as you realised a big chunk of your memory was missing and you wouldn't probably ever get it back.
You wanted to scream and punch Dean for playing with your life, playing with your relationship, but right now, lying in your bed in which was supposed to be your home, you felt helpless. You got out of the bed finally giving up on sleep and started to rummage through the drawers of your nightstand - searching for anything that would possibly bring back your memory.
Nothing significant caught your eyes until you saw an old leather-bound diary and small black box. Climbing back into your bed, you looked curiously at the two things in your hand.
You opened the box and found a bunch of pictures inside it. Your breath hitched in your throat as you looked at the pages. There were four pictures in total, all of them of you and Dean. There was this one picture, which was probably clicked by Sam of you and Dean laughing in the backseat of his car but what made your heart break was the diamond ring which was clearly visible on your left hand. An inaudible sob left your lips as you saw the next picture which completely shattered your heart. You didn't have any memory of the happiest day of your life. You stared at the picture of you standing in a white dress in front of a mirror, lips curled up into a small smile and eyes sparkling with hope and happiness. You saw the reflection of Dean in a black tux in the mirror as he stood behind you with a camera pointed at the mirror, as he clicked a picture of his bride. You got married that day, you were happy, you both were. Then why did Dean have to go and throw out every good thing he ever had?
Picking up the diary, you started to look through. It was some sort of a journal you used to keep. You flipped through the pages until a certain entry grabbed your attention.
‘This is frustrating. I should be able to maintain my cool! We were on a damn Rugaru hunt. If Sam wasn't there to save my ass, I would have died. Stupid Dean with his stupid gorgeous face. There were so many times I wanted to tell him everything but what if he doesn't feel the same? Goddamnit! I think I will take off for a few days. Clear my head so that I stop daydreaming about that green eyed son of a bitch!’
You chuckled at your bluntness. You flicked through the pages and started reading another entry.
‘I feel numb. I don't know what to think anymore. He's gone. Just like that. I don't even know if he's dead or not. Sammy went out for a drive leaving me behind in the motel room. That was three days ago. I don't know what to do anymore. Bobby's dead. Cas is gone too and Dean is, I don't know anymore. I need him to come back. Please. I can't live without him. Please, come back.’
You had so many questions about what had happened that day. From the diary entries, you could feel how much love you had for Dean. He said that he still loved you. The same question haunted you again, then why did he push you away? You flipped to the last entry in the journal.
‘I am scared for him. He won't talk to me. He would barely look at me. The mark is eating him alive on the inside. I am scared and confused. I don't know how to help him. This is not the Dean Winchester I married. I need my husband back.”
That was the last entry in your diary. You read it a few times but couldn't understand anything. What was the mark? What happened in the last few days? You needed to talk to Sam, hoping he would tell you everything.
You had spent your entire night or what was left of it reading through the journal and rummaging around your room for any other clues or snippets from your forgotten life. Three short knocks on the door made you jump out of your skin.
You hesitated a little before opening the door. After everything you had learnt overnight, you were in no state to face Dean. You had questions that you needed answers but you didn't want to talk to him.
“You okay, Y/N?” A voice asked and you sighed in relief when you realised it was Sam. You went over and opened the door.
“Y-yeah, I'm fine. Why?” You casually asked, leaning against the doorframe.
“Nothing….I was going out for my morning run and heard sounds from your room. Why are you up so early? You-uh, you never were a morning person,” Sam said.
“Can't sleep.” You replied.
“This all must be very overwhelming for you.”
“And confusing. I have so many questions,” you frowned, “I need answers, Sammy.”
Sam’s eyes sparkled as he heard you call him ‘Sammy’, and he smiled at you.
“What?” You cocked your head sideways.
“You called me Sammy.” He said.
“Is that-did I do….did I say something wrong?” You asked.
“No no no, you always used to call me that. You picked up that name from Dean and then you hardly called me Sam anymore,” he chuckled, “you want to go with me for a run? It will clear your head and I know you still don't want to….meet him.”
“Uh-huh. Give a few minutes to get ready. Maybe you can give me the answers to the millions of questions I have,” you said.
“Sure.”
“So he became a demon?” You asked, panting as you tried to keep with Sam’s long legs. You were honestly shocked to learn about how your life had been. Demons, ghosts, werewolves, vampires - that's all that you knew in that life. The Winchesters were on a run from law and some assumed they were dead, and they did die a number of times.
“Yeah. And that's when things started to go downhill,” Sam said.
“What do you mean?” You asked as you both approached the bunker door. Sam kept quiet.
“Sammy?”
“I think you should ask Dean. It's not my place to say,” he whispered.
“But-” Sam shook his head and went down the stairs and you followed him.
Dean was still nowhere to be found which was a relief but you were also a little stressed out about his condition. He was cooped up in his room since the previous night with a bottle of Jack - as told to you by Sam - which was definitely not healthy.
“I know he is probably the last person you want to see right now but you should talk to him. He is the only person who can speak for his actions.” You nodded your head at the younger brother.
“I need a little more time before I can even look at him.” You sighed.
“I know.” The low grumble from the other side of the room, caught your attention. You turned sideways, your heart dropping to your stomach when you took in the sight of the man in front. He looked like he had aged ten years overnight. His red rimmed eyes were heavy with guilt and sadness. His scruffy cheeks were sunken and pale. “I couldn't find any of you in the bunker.”
“We went for a run.” Sam replied.
“Run? I thought you-” Dean looked at you.
“People change.” You averted your eyes, making him wince at your coldness. He knew he deserved it but he still loved you.
“Well, I took a shower so I don't reek of whiskey anymore. You never liked the smell of alcohol on me.” Dean said, trying to make small talk to break the uncomfortable silence.
“Good for you.” You needed to leave the room so you turned on your heels to leave.
“Y/N-” his voice made you stop in your tracks. “I'm sorry. You-you don't have to forgive me but….please, I-I need you to know that I'm sorry.”
“I know.” And that's all you said before you went to your room.
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Happy Coincidence Chance Discovery
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Piper, Jared Padalecki x Piper,
Characters: Dean Winchester /Jensen Ackles, mentions of Chad Michael Murray
Word Count:4367
Warnings: cursing, kissing, nudity, implied sex/genital fondling/teasing
*Jared and Jensen are single.
A/N: for @idreamofplaid Thanks for the Memories Challenge #plaid and the memories HAPPY BIRTHDAY JARED🎉
Prompt: Season 11, episode 4, Baby
A/N: Baby is my favorite episode but every time I’ve watched it I kept wondering; Sam’s hook up with Piper the waitress? So this is my fill in that blank with a Jared twist.
Divider: created by @writeyourmindaway
*No beta all mistakes are mine
Dean drives into the parking lot of a roadhouse just after dusk and Sam looks at the marquee shaking his head in disbelief.
“Are you serious? Dean, it's late, I’m exhausted and..and.. and starving. And this place. I mean, even Swayze wouldn't come to this roadhouse.” Sam groused.
“First of all, never use Swayze’s name in vain, okay. Ever.” Dean chastises his brother for such a sacrilege, “Second, you don't remember this place? You don't remember Heather, the hunter we worked the wendigo case a couple years ago?”
“Oh, yeah,” Sam partially smiles, remembering that night of fun.
“Yeah, exactly” Dean taking the same trip down memory lane.
“What, she’s here tonight?” Sam asks, perking up a bit.
“I texted her, she's working a rugaru case in Texas.” Dean says.
“Actually, she never texted me back. That's not the point, the point is that we have a ton of driving left to do just to go to a town where it's not probably a case.” Dean points ahead, “But in there, good times.”
“Uh...” Sam hedges looking at the building.
“But time heals all wounds, especially good times. What do ya say?” Dean looks at his brother hopeful.
“I say... knock yourself out.” Sam answers with his usual reply and Dean looks away, “I'm gonna find a diner and dig into the lore like Cas did, see if anythings ever happened where we’re headed.”
“Ah man, you really got to learn to have fun.” Dean’s reply was full of disappointment in his little brother.
“Seriously. It’s pathetic.”
They both climb out of the Impala. Sam grabs his bag from the backseat and starts walking back towards town as Dean heads into the roadhouse.
***
Sam had walked over a mile looking for somewhere to eat. Being Saturday night he thought there’d be more open but that’s small town living, the streets roll up at noon on the weekends.
He was about to give up and hike back to that mom & pop gas station he passed for a microwave burrito, preferably bean to get back at Dean, when he happened upon a small, local place, Mak’s Diner.
Hitching his bag up, he pushed open the door expecting the usual greasy spoon Dean's unerring sense navigates towards and stops just inside the front door.
It was an older establishment, obviously one of those passed down from generation to generation places but to his surprise it was well maintained, despite the C on the marquee being burnt out.
“Evening, have a seat anywhere and I’ll be right with you.” A woman’s voice called out from the kitchen. Sam walked past the counter smiling at only other occupants, an elderly couple having coffee and dessert, heading towards the back where family seating was located.
As he passed the next to last booth he noticed a closed laptop, several open books with notes scrawled around their margins, highlighted paragraphs and a few notebooks scattered on its tabletop.
He dropped the bag on the seat and shed his jacket before sliding into the booth, fishing out his laptop and the legal pad that he had started making more notes on earlier.
“Hey there, what can I get you?”
Picking up the menu laying by his elbow Sam glances through it, “Coffee and the Cobb salad, thanks.” He orders closing the menu and looking up to hand it to the waitress. She is differently not what he would have expected to find in a backwater burg like this one.
Her makeup is understated, nails painted a neutral color and her copper hued hair is pulled back in an elegant chiffon, not a high ponytail or hastily bobby pinned up-do, held in place with a real silver clip, the type that’s handed down as an heirloom.
“Just the Cobb salad?” She asked looking under the tabletop, taking in Sam’s long legs somewhat stretched out under it, boots bumping against the other side of the circular booth. Her blue/grey eyes slowly travel up appraising his body till they meet his.
“Big boys like you need more than a few leafy greens for stamina.”
Sam felt himself blushing like he was seventeen again. Waitresses blatantly flirt with Dean and vice versa all the time so he’s taken aback by this woman's more than blatant appraisal of his physique.
“I, um, yeah, ju..just the salad.” Sam stammers out.
“Okay, be back with that coffee.” Her smiles genuinely, not that faked for the customers sake one he’s used to.
Sam appraises her retreating figure like she did him. She’s not wearing the nurses white or black rubber soled shoes that’s usual waitress gear he’s seen but a brand of tennis shoes he knows are out of the typical income of career restaurant staff.
The fifties style, yellow uniforms color is completely unflattering, not fitting her right, way too tight around her bust and hips and far shorter than it should be, her mile long legs on display.
Sam shifts in his seat and tries to discreetly palm down his spontaneous erection but not so little Sam is putting up a fight, making it known it's been way too long since he’s gotten wet and he wants to enjoy her junoesque attributes.
***
While he is waiting for a page to load Sam hears the elderly couple preparing to leave. He watches as the husband helps his wife into her jacket and gently takes her hand, resting it in the crook of his arm as they slowly make their way to the exit, feeling the pang of loneliness that’s his constant companion.
“Mr. Reynolds’s, hang on a sec,” the waitress calls from the kitchen emerging with a white cake box tied shut, “Auntie wanted me to make sure you got this before leaving. She’s sorry she missed your anniversary party.”
“You tell her we missed her, needs to hurry up and get well.” Mrs. Reynolds remarked as her husband took the box with his free hand. She glanced back towards Sam, “Sweetie, you gonna be okay here with the likes of him?”
Sam kept his expression neutral, waiting to see how this plays out. He knew people found him intimidating because of his size and being a stranger in a small town, he definitely stands out but not many were that blatant about it.
“He ordered a Cobb salad, I think I can handle him,” she jested winking at him.
The couple bid her goodnight and she went back into the kitchen, Sam realizing they were now all alone. Sighing, he starts reading the info again trying to figure out what exactly their hunting is. Or not.
He was so focused on his research like usual he didn’t acknowledge the waitress standing there with his order.
“Kmm hmm,” Sam’s head snapped up, “must be something really good if you don’t notice the likes of me.” She chided him setting down a coffee decanter and cup.
“Sorry, guess I was kinda caught up.” Sam moves the laptop and notepad over as she sets down his salad and two types of dressing. “Figured you might not be a ranch type of guy so I grabbed the vinaigrette too.”
“Thanks, I prefer vinaigrette, don’t usually get offered it.”
“I’m pretty good at reading people which is why I also brought you this,” she set down another plate with a lettuce wrapped, curiously colored and, by the smell, not meat burger with all the fixings, a generous helping of baked sweet potato fries and a green colored milkshake.
“I didn’t order this.”
“I know but it cooks night off and I’m trying some new recipes. Seeing as you're the only other one here, you've been conscripted as my guinea pig.” She slid into the other side of his booth where an identical plate rested, “I wasn’t kidding about you needing more than just a salad. Besides, I hate eating alone, you wouldn’t believe how often it happens. Fuck, where’s my manners, I’m Piper.” She stuck her hand out across the table.
He takes her preferred hand amazed how it fits perfectly in his, “Sam.”
“So Sam, figure out what you're hunting yet?” She asked nonchalantly as she picked up her burger, “Cause, not being judgey, but that’s some really random shit you got there.” She takes a bite, watches as his expression bounces between startled and incredulous.
“How…”
“Saw your Tarsus 99 when you took off your jacket. I had one as a kid, then daddy got killed on a hunt and I got sent here to live with Auntie, she doesn’t cotton to hunting.”
Piper picked up a fry pointing it at him, “But what I really wanna know, where the hell did you get that demon blade, ‘cause I’ve never seen one like it before.”
Sam hesitates, “That’s a long story.”
“Don’t close till one and I’ve got nowhere to be after.”
Sam decides to deflect instead of answering. “So what is it you do, because you're definitely not a waitress.”
“Officially, I’m an antique appraiser. Unofficially, I’m helping a wayward hunter who graced my door with something he can’t figure out.”
***
Sam and Piper, after closing the diner, stayed another three hours hashing out the research for his case were now taking their time walking back towards the roadhouse.
“I’ve been wanting to ask, what’s with that name tag?” Sam noticed early it read Maggie.
“Came with this god awful uniform. Auntie insists that we all adhere to how her daddy ran the place. So when I came back to temporarily help out after her surgery, Maggie decided she was not gonna take orders from someone younger, quit and I got stuck with this. I told Auntie it wouldn’t fit, even with letting out the hem. Maggie was like five-four and I’m over five-ten!
Ugh! I keep popping these stupid top buttons and can’t freaking bend over without showing everyone my C U Next Tuesday.”
Sam smiled that nervous smile he got when unsure how to respond to an answer he wasn’t expecting.
“I normally wear this to cover it,” moving her pocketed hands in the light weight, knee length sweater she had put on when they left the diner, “but I have to confess,” Piper turned around, walking backwards, “I took it off when I saw you come in, thought what the hell, been long time since a really cute guy has walk through my door so...” She bit her lip, turning back around as they continued down the lane in companionable silence.
Sam mused over her confession admitting to himself he was interested in her too. He enjoyed sharing different theories and bouncing ideas of what they might be hunting back and forth with her, surprising him with her unique take on things.
Piper might not have been the type he consciously steered towards since Jess but she was comfortable to be around, didn’t feel his usual awkwardness he normally had around most women.
They arrived at the roadhouse a few minutes later and Sam led her towards the Impala.
“Damn, you brother is a fucking artist, how many times has he rebuilt her?” Piper asked walking around the car, running her hand over the Impalas pristine exterior.
“To many.” Sam replies, putting his bag on the front seat. “Can I have a look?” He turns to see Piper standing by the trunk. “Um, sure.” Strolling over he unlocks it and lifts the interior wheel well exposing the car's hidden armory.
“Is that a grenade launcher?”
“Yeah, Dean found it at the bunker.” Sam laughed remembering how excited Dean had been when he discovered it.
Piper shook her head shutting the trunk and hopped up on it, “What’cha wanna do now, go in,” gesturing at the bar, “or hang out here for a while longer?”
“I think I’m good hanging o...”
Piper grabbed his jacket dragging him between her spread legs and kissed him.
It took Sam all of five seconds to process what was happening before his hands grabbed her hips and tugged her to the edge of the trunk, her short skirt riding even higher as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.
Sam jerked back as headlights flashing over them, a patrol car drove into the parking lot. He lifted Piper off the trunk and led her to the car's back door dragging the green cooler out of their way.
Piper climbed in as he hauled it to the trunk and grabs the army blanket Dean keeps then gets in depositing it and his jacket over the front seat.
“Where were we before being rudely interrupted?” Piper asked, sliding onto Sam’s lap and leaning in to resume kissing him.
Sam tangled his long fingers into her now loose hair pulling to halt her, “What about that patrolman?”
“Won’t be back till closing, around six A.M.”
“That means Dean won’t either,” he says closing the space between them, heatedly attacking her lips.
***
Piper ran her hand over his bare chest, “How long is your refractory period?”
Sam shifted to look down at her, “umm, around twenty minutes.”
“Hmmm, I’m gonna have to see what I can do to shorten that ‘cause we are so doing that more than once again.”
“And how are you gonna do that?”
Piper stared at him slowly trailing her hand down his torso. Sam’s breath hitched as she lightly teased her fingers across his lower stomach, running through his treasure trail and over to his hip.
Shifting further down his body she continued running her fingers over the top of his left thigh feeling the hard muscles flexing under the skin. She placed both of her hands in between his legs shifting his left one off the seat and bending his right leg back placing his foot flat on the bench seat.
Piper kneels in the space between Sam’s spread legs continuously moving her fingers in random patterns over the insides of both tights, touching him everywhere below his waist.
Sam closed his eyes groaning loudly, dropping his head back against the window as her fingers played over his balls feeling her other hand travel behind them teasing over his...
“You fell asleep in the fucking car!”
His eyes snapped open startled. Blinking rapidly he sees Dean leaning through the open car window looking at him.
“Dean what...where’s Piper?”
“What’s a Piper?” He growled out, “Dude, we wrapped twenty minutes ago and I’ve been looking for you, got worried cause you weren’t answering your fucking phone Jay!”
He took a good look at Dean. His foggy brain finally realizing its mistake, taking in the headset hanging around his neck and the ball cap he likes wearing when directing. “Jen, sorry, guess I’m still in Sam headspace, got disoriented for a sec.”
Jensen laughed, “You find one grey hair and suddenly you're getting memory loss and needing naps? I’ll have to remember to have you in bed by nine, old man.”
“Your fucking hilarious Jack.” Jared shoots back sliding across the seat getting out, “Man, I had the weirdest dream.”
“From the happy noises you were making that was far from weird. And speaking of happy,” Jensen's eyebrows went up as he pointedly looked down.
Jared glances down thinking he’s drooled all over himself only to see the prominent bulge in his jeans.
“Bob’s called a meeting in five but I think we’re gonna be late.”
***
“I’m telling you it was so real! She was tall with coppery blond hair, tasted like chocolate peppermint and has this tattoo above her...” Jared paused grinning, keeping that specific location to himself, “I’ve never in my life had such a vivid dream like that.”
“Dude, you like petite brunettes.”
“I know..so why would I make her a redhead?”
“Hell if I know, it’s your giant melon. Maybe all that sugar ribbon you eat is finally getting its revenge.” Jensen snarks as they enter the meeting room.
They were greeted by Bob’s gruff voice, “About time you two showed up. Alright, now that everyone is finally here, we need to get everyone up to speed. We’re having to make changes to the filming schedule.” He pauses looking at him notes, “Jared, don’t need you to come tomorrow for those new promo shots with, what was that new character again?”
“Y/N Y/L/N, Sam’s new love interest.”
“Right, anyways, writers scraped that idea. As some of you heard, several of our exterior locations got flooded with that last storm and it’s taking time to find new locations so instead of doing blocking we're gonna do a quick read through of the new episode.”
Jared opened his copy of the new script to episode 4: Baby.
Reading the opening scene he experiences deja vu, quickly scanning the first two pages: bunkers garage: Dean washing the Impala, Sam having a possible case in Oregon. Next scene: interior shot Impala, Sam gets a protein shake out of cooler, Dean wants to know about the beer. Next scene: pulling in roadhouse parking lot, Dean trying to get Sam to join him, goes to eat instead, shot from Impala view watching Dean walking. Next scene: daybreak continuing from the view of the car...
“Fuck me.” Jared whispers, catching Jensen's attention. “What’s wrong?”
“This is how my dream started.”
Jensen pulls a yeah right face.
Jared shifted in his chair leaning closer to Jensen, looking directly into his green eyes, “I’ll prove it. Next scene: Dean gets in the car at daybreak and a naked waitress pops up in the backseat with a voice-over from Sam. Dean gets out peeping in the driver's side back window at her getting dressed. Cut to next scene: Sam climbs into front seat buttoning his flannel as he apologizes for having sex in Dean’s car. Dean, happy his brother finally got laid drives off quoting Bob Sager lyrics, playing Night Moves and Sam changing a lyric.
Jared continued to lay out the entire episode from memory as Jensen flips through the script following.
“Bullshit Jared, someone snuck you a copy of this script, you're totally fucking with me.”
“Jensen, not this time.”
***
Jared walked back to his trailer aggravated that Jensen won’t believe he didn’t get an advance peek of the script. He can’t shake this unsettling feeling that he was forgetting something important.
He was two steps into his trailer when his phone vibrated. Chad left a voicemail instead of texting, weird.
“Jay man, you gotta do me solid. A friend of mine got the part of Y/N on your show and I don’t know what the fucks happening up there but she flipped the fuck out on me! Need you to check on her, she’s outside one of the guest trailers. And have her call me back after she’s calmed the fuck down!”
Jared snorted, another woman pissed off at Chad, shocker. “The fuck you getting me into this time Murray.” Jared mutters to himself as he heads over to the guest stars trailers and hears a somewhat familiar voice outside of one.
“What do you mean there’s nothing you can do? I get here and now they're telling me they’ve dropped the story line.”
There was a pause in conversation as Jared walked closer to hear more clearly over the lot's noises and was shocked when he saw her sitting on one of the trailer's steps.
“But I signed a contract...what? I don’t remember seeing that in there. So they can just arbitrarily drop the part with no notification, that’s bullshit! I’ve never had a clause like that in one before. I gave up my job and apartment for this!” She gets up and paces around not noticing him.
“They're giving me the bit part of the waitress in this episode, have a five am call for hair, getting a blonde rinse so I look more like a Dean type girl. I don’t know what the fuck is with these writers, it’s like they don’t get Sam, should’ve left him like Kripke originally created him.” She paused, “paying me what? At scale! That’ll just cover my petrol for the drive back to L.A. Wait, what about my six month lease? Could you check on it.”
“Oh, giving me two nights at the Hilton. How magnanimous of them,” she sarcastically replies, “can I still get that part on Arrow...cast someone else.” She abruptly ends the call and sits back down on the step slumping over her knees.
“So, how much of that fucked up conversation did you overhear?” She asked not looking at him.
“Um, almost all of it.” Jared confesses, “I wasn’t intentionally eavesdropping but I got a voicemail from Chad,” she looked up staring in disbelief at Jared, “he’s worried and wanted me to check on you.”
“Fanfuckingtastic, can this day get any better? I’ve completely humiliated myself in front of Jared Fucking Padalecki!”
Jared can just make out her blushing in the still dimming light. “I wouldn’t say completely, I mean, you could drop your pants and yell Pudding.”
She blinked at him before doubling over in laughter, “Alright, point taken. Still, it’s a crock of shit you don’t need to be bothered with.”
“Chad’s kinda made it my problem. Look, I don't know all the details but maybe I can help, I can call casting..”
“Oh hell no! Thanks but no thanks. Bunch of assbutts on social media were already speculating about how someone like me got the part in the first place. Last thing I need is more ammo for the haters, they’ll tweet something like I had a three way with you and Ackles because I was desperate to get the part back.”
Jared cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair embarrassed to feel turned on by the imagery she conjured up in his mind.
“Mmm, that’d be my wet dream come true, but not the point, they’ll just come up with some random shit.”
Jared understood being all too familiar with the anti whatever’s having been the target himself.
“Okay, how about we go to my trailer,” she gave him a skeptical look, “where you can have some privacy to call Chad back. I’ll get de-Sam’d and we can talk some more or grab a bite if you're hungry.”
“You don’t know me from Adam, what if I’m some psychotic serial stocker nut job?”
“If your friends with Chad, you absofuckingloutley are Ms. what's your name.” Jared sarcastically remarks given her a mischievous grin.
“Touché, and it's Piper,” Jared froze at her name, “and you’ve been friends with Murry longer than me so I know you’re straight up batshit crazy.” She smarts back standing up, “lead on, oh gallant knight.”
***
Jared walked out of the bath toweling his wet hair sees Piper lounging on his couch still on the phone with Chad.
As he crossed over to the kitchen's fridge he couldn’t help but notice her low rise jeans had ridden lower, revealing the top half of the tattoo just above her..
“Dude, should’a told me Padalecki has a tattoo kink,” Jared tripped over his feet before catching himself embarrassed at getting caught, “Yeah, that was your boy.” She winked at him, “No way in hell I’m ever showing it to you perv.” Jared loudly laughs at that. “Hey, when I get back I’m PA’ing for you till I get another gig. Don’t you dare argue, you got me into this so it’s that or I’m on your couch for a month,” Piper rolled her eyes at Chad’s response, “Yeah, yeah, talk to you later.”
“Is that how you met Chad, working as a PA?” Jared inquired coming over to sit down next to Piper handing her a beer.
“Yeah, paid the bills while doing auditions, was starting to pick up a few bit parts around LA.” Piper starts nervously fiddling with the bottles label, “I heard about the casting call for a new Sam girl and Murry talked me into trying out for it, so I figured unless I kiss Crowley I don’t have a shot in hell and holy fuck, I got it.”
She stopped talking but kept playing with the label.
“Hey, whatever it is you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Jared says gently touching her shoulder in a reassuring manner.
She took a long pull of her beer before continuing. “My Auntie died and I inherited everything, including her debts. I negotiated a smaller settlement but it wiped out all my savings.” She paused draining the rest of her bottle. “I figured it was serendipity..”
Jared is half listening, feeling that uneasy sensation again at that last word.
“...gonna be Sam Winchester’s...”
“If we’re meant to meet again,”
“.. weren’t killing her off after three episodes but then they decided to drop that story line...”
“we will.”
“...I should be going. Thanks for the beer and letting bending your ear, I’m gonna get out of your hair.” Piper gets up heading for the door.
Jared finally remembers.
“I believe in serendipity..maybe you can too.”
He quickly jumped up moving between her and the door blurting out, “I know you said you didn’t want my help but you can’t go, not yet.”
“Okay, why not? ‘Cause any other time I’d be up for some wham bam thank you ma’am but so not in the mood right now.”
Taking a deep breath he goes for it, “So, get this, after we finished filming today, I fell asleep in the Impala and had this dream…”
***
Jared sat on the couch nervously chewing on his thumb watching as Piper paces back and forth mulling over his story.
She abruptly stopped and sat down on the table in front of him. “So here's the deal, I will believe everything you've told me,” Jared opens his mouth to say something but Piper reached out laying her fingers on his lips, “if you can answer one question.”
Jared took her hand remembering how it felt so right in his, “Okay.”
“Since you’ve seen it in your dream, what does my tattoo mean?”
“In Japanese, it means happy coincidence,” Jared confidently says sitting back as Piper climbs onto his lap, “but that's the first line, the second one is chance discovery.”
Jared pulls her in, brushing his lips against hers, running his tongue across them so she’ll part them , allowing him access. He can taste the beer they’ve been drinking but there’s that sumptuous flavor of her underneath he finds intoxicating..chocolate peppermint..thinking to himself..
Serendipity.
#plaid and the memories#Baby#sam winchester x piper#jared padalecki x piper#SPN Supernatural#sam winchester fanfiction#Sam Winchester#dean winchester#Jensen Ackles
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The Meeting
This is a Winchester sister fic, and is dedicated to @unleashthemidnight for my 200 subscriber celebration. As always I own nothing but my characters and the mistakes.
This story takes place during Changing Channels season 5 ep 8
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Amber danced around the Singer kitchen, 2 year old Ravenna giggling at her mothers antics. Bobby and Adam were on the hunt for a Rugaru while Sam and Dean were on the trail of a trickster. The smell of fresh brewed coffee and chocolet chip cookies filled the kitchen, as Amber picked up Ravenna and started dancing with her to Freddy Murcery and David Bowie's classic "Under Pressure" and heading up to one of the bedrooms.
Once Ravenna was laid down for a nap, Amber grabbed some coffee and a cookie and went into Bobby's study. Just as she was about to sit down her cellphone belted out Angel Man by Joan Armatrading.
"Hey Castiel, how are things going with you and the boys?"
"Sam......Dean......warehouse.............." with those three words the call dropped. Where ever they were reception was crap. Looking down at her phone she went to call him back when the cell poofed out of her hand.
"Now, now cupcake I can't have you and Castiel ruining my fun," A smooth and sassy voice said from the doorway of the study. Looking up Amber saw a blonde man with gold eyes and a lollypop in his mouth smiling at her.
"What the absolute hell, dude my husband gave me that phone for my birthday so I better get it back." She said raising a brow, sitting back she crossed her arms over her chest and just stared at the man in front of her. "And being that this house is warded against about everything, I take it you are who the boys were looking for but are NOT a Trickster."
The mans eyes widened at her deducion and a genuine smile graced his facing causing his golden eyes to dance with mirth. "Well now, looks like Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb are actually smart enough to hang around people with brains. Tell me Lollypop whats a girl like you doing in a place like this?"
Rolling her eyes, Amber got to her feet and walked past the man as if he were no threat at all. Going to the coffee maker she poured herself another cup, then looked at him questioningly, "Want a cup of coffee or a cookie?"
"You don't seem the least bit worried about a strange magical being just randomly popping into your house suger, maybe I was wrong about the Winchesters hanging around with a smarter crowd."
Amber snorted and shook her head, taking a bite of cookie she smirked at the being infront of her. "I have an idea what you are Angel," His eyes widen and he pales, "Everything here can kill you but I can do it most effciently." She sat at the kitchen table and pushed out the chair opposite her. "Now sit your feathery ass down and tell me what the hell your playing at......and who the hell are you?"
Sitting down, he sighed and just stared at her for a moment then taking a deep breath, "Gabriel, I'm Gabriel. And to be honest I don't know what I'm doing I just know I'm tired of all the fighting."
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k just watched a man beat his wife to death on supernatural. might be time to go to bed.
season 4 has had like a lot of distinct moments that are very scary in just an exhausting realistic way. and the show does NOT realize they are horrific either. in the rugaru ep, he literally is sexually assaulting his wife who he has been shown to love! she's trying to push him off, repeatedly saying no, he's hurting her, and nothing can stop him! same ep, sam and dean bust into a woman's house, GUNS DRAWN, and then realize their mistake and leave. like that is top ten scariest things that can happen to you. then this ep, this dude beats his wife's head in with a hammer. goddamn
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episode origins p1
i was watching moriah earlier today and was wondering what the significance of the name moriah was, so i searched it up. i’ll explain it here in this. i wanted to learn which episodes have titles derived from pop culture, literature, etc. so i put together this list. it’s not complete, feel free to reblog with more!
why did i waste hours on my life on this, you ask? i don’t know.
season 1
pilot: obviously, all the first episodes of shows are called pilots. nothing new here.
wendigo: they’re fighting a wendigo
dead in the water: the phrase means “unable to function, move”.
phantom traveler: the name of the demon they’re fighting
bloody mary: based off the legend
skin: shapeshifters, also there might be a meta about how it’s a metaphor for dean
hook man: they’re fighting a hook man
bugs: bugs
home: they go home
asylum: they go to an asylum
scarecrow: scarecrow
faith: the concept of god first comes into play here, i thought that was pretty interesting. that’s why it’s called faith, duh. dean + faith is explored.
route 666: racist truck yes
nightmare: sam’s visions
the benders: i think it’s based off of the bloody benders, a family of serial killers
shadow: meg’s stalkery?
hell house: it was literally a hell house
something wicked: originally chanted by WITCHES in shakespeare’s macbeth. the full line is “something wicked this way comes, open locks, whoever knocks”. obviously the shtriga is a witch and it refers to that.
provenance: painting provenances, it’s in the episode
dead man’s blood: they use dead man’s blood
salvation: being saved or protected, like the boys and john do with the family
devil’s trap: the devil gets them in a trap. and they built a giant devil’s trap too.
season two
in my time of dying: based off of the led zeppelin song [x]
everybody loves a clown: based off of the gary lewis song [x]
bloodlust: i think it’s for the vampires but they were also a band in the 90′s
children shouldn’t play with dead things: based off of the 1972 movie
simon said: the whole “you do what i say” thing with andy and evil andy
no exit: it’s a song by blondie and in the episode h.h. holmes captures blondes...? am i just clowning
the usual suspects: based off of the 1995 movie
crossroad blues: based off of the robert johnson song (fave!) [x]
croatoan: i like this one. okay, so you guys probably know about the whole roanoke/croatoan thing in the 1600′s. so there’s a theory that the settlers were wiped out by a disease (similar to this town). also, the town would disappear off of the map.
hunted: gordon hunted sam
playthings: dolls, but the little girl was the grandma’s sisters plaything
nightshifter: a shifter in the night
houses of the holy: based off of the led zeppelin song and album [x]
born under a bad sign: based off of this song [x] there are a bunch of others including jimi hendrix but...?
tall tales: yeah i think this one is self explanatory
roadkill: someone got killed on the road
heart: werewolf heart but also how sam gave his heart to madison aww also there’s a band called heart
hollywood babylon: based off of the book by the same name
folsom prison blues: based off of the johnny cash song!! [x]
what is and what should never be: based off of the led zeppelin song [x]
all hell breaks loose: yes it did
season three
the magnificent seven: based off of the pretty famous western go watch
the kids are alright: based off of the who song [x]
bad day at black rock: based off of the 1955 movie
sin city: there’s a bunch of songs but the city was sinning so
bedtime stories: they were bedtime stories
red sky at morning: the full phrase is “red sky at morning, sailors take warning”. with the theme of this ep it fits pretty well.
fresh blood: fresh blood yes
a very supernatural christmas: i’m not sure. i think it’s based off of a christmas album?
malleus maleficarum: a 1400′s book of witches. latin for “hammer of the witches”.
dream a little dream of me: i love this song! based off this: [x]
mystery spot: mystery spot
jus in bello: i can’t really explain it but here [x]
ghostfacers: g h o s t f a c e r s
long-distance call: long distance call
time is on my side: based off of the rolling stones song [x]
no rest for the wicked: a biblical quote that means “evildoers will face eternal punishment”. also, “one’s work never ceases”.
season four
lazarus rising: in the bible, lazarus is the righteous man, which makes dean the righteous man. and he rises. so.
are you there, god? it’s me, dean winchester: based off of the judy blume book (maybe?), are you there, god? it’s me, margaret.
in the beginning: they go back in time
metamorphosis: with the rugaru but also sammeh
monster movie: monsters and movies
yellow fever: referring to the disease i think, but also there are a few songs
it’s the great pumpkin, sam winchester: based off of it’s the great pumpkin, charlie brown.
wishful thinking: yeah
i know what you did last summer: dean + hell, sam + ruby. is it based off of the shawn mendes song? i don’t think it is because this came out way before the song.
heaven and hell: opposite sides meet, dean’s hell experiences.
family remains: there are remains
criss angel is a douche bag: idk?
after school special: based off of the abc program? i think?
sex and violence: there was a lot of sex. and violence.
death takes a holiday: death took a holiday
on the head of a pin: i’m not sure but this article is interesting, maybe related. probably related. [x]
it’s a terrible life: based off of it’s a wonderful life? i love that movie btw
the monster at the end of this book: ughhh! yes!!! first of all there’s a sesame street book by the same title. also, chuck actually was the monster at the end of the book! that’s crazy. insane.
jump the shark: “(of a television series or movie) reach a point at which far-fetched events are included merely for the sake of novelty, indicative of a decline in quality.“ probably the whole long lost brother thing.
the rapture: a belief that christians will rise to “meet the lord in the air”. kinda like jimmy does.
when the levee breaks: based off of the led zeppelin song [x]
lucifer rising: lucifer rose
season five
sympathy for the devil: based off of the rolling stones song [x]
good god, y’all!: cas goes to find god
free to be you and me: a marlo thomas album and the brothers split up
the end: yeah it’s the end
fallen idols: i think we get it
i believe the children are our future: a lyric from a whitney houston song
the curious case of dean winchester: based off of the short story, the curious case of benjamin button.
changing channels: channels were changed. the end.
the real ghostbusters: based on the 1985 animation
abandon all hope: the full phrase is “abandon all hope, ye who enter here” and that pretty much sums up this episode.
sam, interrupted: i’m not sure?
swap meat: meats were SWAPPED.
the song remains the same: based off of the led zeppelin song [x]
my bloody valentine: based on jensen’s movie. but also the band?
dead men don’t wear plaid: based on the 1982 movie
dark side of the moon: a pink floyd album
99 problems: that one jayz song whatever
point of no return: a 1993 movie but also the poto song hehe
hammer of the gods: based off of the 1985 book i think? it’s about led zeppelin so probably yeah.
the devil you know: means that it’s better to deal with a situation you understand than one you don’t.
two minutes to midnight: this phrase is commonly used as a countdown to a global catastrophe (i.e. the fucking apocalypse)
swan song: someone’s final performance before retirement (i think this is about both brothers because it’s sam last battle and dean’s last fight before living with lisa)
season six
exile on main st.: based off of the rolling stones album [x]
two and a half men: it was a sitcom? but idk if that’s where it’s from
the third man: based off of the 1949 noir thriller? maybe? but there were also three men so idrk
weekend at bobby’s: it was a weekend at bobbys
live free or twi-hard: based off of twilight and that bruce willis movie that i watched once way back when
you can’t handle the truth: truth goddess. soulless sam gets exposed ig
family matters: based off of the 1989 sitcom? maybe
all dogs go to heaven: based off of the 1989 movie? probably
clap your hands if you believe: i think this is an original title idk
caged heat: based off of the 1974 movie i think
appointment in samarra: probably based off of the 1934 novel of the same name
like a virgin: based off of the madonna song [x]
unforgiven: sam does unforgiven things
mannequin 3: the reckoning: not sure
the french mistake: just... just read this link [x]
and then there were none: based off of the agatha christie novel of the same name
my heart will go on: y’all all know what’s up [x]
frontierland: they went to yeehaw town
mommy dearest: based on the 1981 film? maybe?
the man who would be king: based off of the 1888 novel by rudyard kipling
let it bleed: based off of the rolling stones album/song [x]
the man who knew too much: shares a name with the 1956 film
season seven
meet the new boss: they met the new boss idk
hello, cruel world: sad sam
the girl next door: there’s a 2004 romcom with the same name
defending your life: a 1991 romcom! wow!
shut up, dr. phil: sam and dean became philanthropists idk
slash fiction: hahahahaha i think we know what it means but wHY is it called that?
the mentalists: they met a bunch of magic people wow!
season 7, time for a wedding!: more like season 7, time for a slightly r*pey episode and GARTH!
how to win friends and influence monsters: based off of the 1936 book how to win friends and influence people
death’s door: they were at death’s door idk
adventures in babysitting: based off of the 1987 movie by the same name
time after time after time: based off of the cyndi lauper song? [x]
the slice girls: prolly based off of the spice girls idk
plucky pennywhistle’s magic menagerie: yeah idk
repo man: it’s a 1984 film too
out with the old: they were fucking around with antiques
the born-again identity: obviously based off of the bourne identity which i haven’t seen in forever
party on, garth: hahaha
of grave importance: it was very important
the girl with the dungeons and dragons tattoo: probably based off of the movie/book the girl with the dragon tattoo.
reading is fundamental: reading is fundamental. go read a book.
there will be blood: there was blood
survival of the fittest: everybody fought idk
okay i’m gonna stop here for this one because i’m tired asf and i’ll do part 2 later
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Dean took to hunting like a fish to water and it terrified John to the core.
He had tried to drag it out as long as he could. Kept everything to a theoretical level, books after books from Bobby to keep his attention under the guise of needing to learn about monsters before being able to hunt them. Dean was not a reader, that was Sam, so it was a hassle to get him to do it but thankfully Dean listened loyally.
But then it got to the point that he had no other choice to start teaching him how to use a weapon and how to fight.
Every town they came to, every school he enrolled Dean into, he could almost count down the hours until that call came that Dean had gotten into yet another fight. And he had no idea how to deal with it without Mary at his side, she was able to spin stories upon stories until the principals and teachers had no choice but to look at Dean a bit more sympathetic.
But he called back to that ol' Kansas charm; the yes ma'ams, no ma'ams, and despite how it twisted his stomach to do so, he had no qualms in bringing up the fact that the boys momma had been killed in a fire, horrible thing that Deans still trying to come to grips with.
Most of the time it worked, the principals melted at his tone and words, watching Dean with newfound sympathy and pity.
Dean hated the pity more than anything and John would have to reach down to grip his hand which Dean gripped back tight enough to hurt even him as a distraction.
But as Dean grew up and started to act out more and more. Which eventually led to more fights and more calls from schools. He had no outlet other than getting into fights, and starting to pick them at bigger kids.
He knew he shouldn't be but when Dean managed to bring down kids older and bigger than him, he was a bit proud.
But he also was scared about what that meant for the future. Maybe Dean needed something else, needed an outlet of some kind so that meant...
So he willingly handed over a knife to his ten year old son who took it and gripped the handle tightly, fingers flexing around it as he stared at his own reflection in the blade with a glint in his eyes...
It scared him more than any monster out there.
His only consolation was that Dean had never raised a hand to his family. Not even to Bobby, though sometimes he had a dark look on his face when Bobby spoke about John taking his kids into the hunting life.
He was gentle with Sam, looking after his brother with care and love. Despite everything else that had happened one of the things John never feared was leaving his youngest son with his eldest.
And Sam adored Dean, clinging to him as tightly as he could, curling around him when they slept in the same bed, and Dean held on just as tight.
That showed him something. It showed Dean...that despite all that anger building up in him, God knew where he had no idea, he was still a good kid. He still loved him and Sammy, still wanted to do good.
So, he started to take Dean out with him on hunts and well...there was a good side and a bad side to it. Once Dean went on hunts and got out his...anger, because he didn't want to use the other word that came to mind, he was calmer at school. Still prone to shooting words and throwing fists but this time he wasn't the first one to throw the punch.
So John kept him physically busy. When there weren't any hunts he trained him, making him run laps after laps, even splurging to buy him a punching bag to hang in the room and go at.
He did have to stop buying them after Dean broke his second one after a week without going on a hunt.
And Dean on a hunt...that was a sight to behold in the worst way possible.
It was the purest outlet that he could find for Dean. He was calm after a hunt, at ease. Less prone to snapping at them, words only never physical, but whenever he watched his son on a hunt.
He was terrified. Dean with a weapon in his hand and a monster to aim it at was something straight from a horror movie. Dean didn't just enjoy the hunt, he relished in it, adored it in a way that made John want to stop all of it and find something else to help Dean.
Problem was, nothing did.
Dean had the finesse and the precision needed on a hunt, problem was, he didn't use any of it. He turned his nose up at guns, upper lip curling in displeasure every time John handed it to him to use.
Dean enjoyed knives, loved their usefulness and how much they helped. When it came to picking a weapon, if he had to, between a gun and a knife; he'd pick the latter every single time. And every time John would have to take the knife from him and press a gun into his hands, placing the knife in Dean's jacket instead.
Dean hated sneaking from behind to get the drop on them and shoot them in the head, all the steps needed to end a hunt quick and easy with as little blood as possible.
He preferred to go in and get as bloody as possible. Ripping into the monster with utmost glee that he no longer tried to hide at that moment, the silver of the knife barely visible from how much blood and gore covered it and then him.
The first time was when Dean was ten years old, the look of realization, and peace but John would never admit to that, that appeared on his face when he had first buried his knife into a werewolves chest...
It haunts John's nightmares just as often as Mary's death.
He made the mistake of taking Dean on a hunt with another hunter, a simple one named Matt Johnson that was in town and asked for another pair of hands and gun. He snorted when John turned up with Dean, taunting him about babysitting and whether or not Dean had to be tucked in.
He then doubled over when Dean punched him in the stomach and John would admit, he wasn't about to lecture his son about that.
But the hunt had gone on like all the others. John and Matt planned while Dean fidgeted, itching for the actual hunt.
And he hated it but he started to plan his hunts so that they could subdue the monster, but he could also give Dean his opportunity to work out his...emotions or whatever it was.
He didn't tell Matt, the man didn't have to know what was going on with his family. This was between him and Dean.
So the hunt went off like it was supposed to, it was a rugaru that had recently gone over the edge and turned, eating and gorging itself on human flesh. Matt was delegated to get the still living human out and to safety while Dean and John would get the rugaru.
That was the plan and it worked, John had gone in to subdue the monster, gunshot to the leg so that it couldn't move, and then with an extremely heavy heart, he stepped back and let Dean go in. He blocked out the monsters screaming and the sound of the knife slashing through flesh.
But he did hear the sound of footsteps coming to a stop and he looked up to see Matt standing there, staring in shock and horror.
"What the fuck is wrong with him?" Matt demanded. "He's a blood thirsty fuck." And then John saw him going for his gun at his side.
He reacted fast and on instinct. He got his gun out first and with a single shot, Matt fell to the ground with a bullet in the middle of his forehead.
Dean had fallen silent John realized. He turned back to his son and saw a look on his face that he had never seen before. He looked young, younger than he had in a very long time. He had dropped his knife, the rugaru was long dead, and looked at him and back at Matt.
John put the gun back into his holster before slowly going to his son. He heard a whimpering sound escape him, he'd never heard such a sound from him, and suddenly Dean moved and threw himself at John, gripping at him tightly. He wrapped his around him and just held Dean close as he shook.
Later, when they were burning both the bodies, Dean stared at the ground, stared at the knife in his hand before he slowly looked up at John, the fire reflecting in his eyes.
"Dad...is there something wrong with me?" Dean asked, his voice cracking and breaking.
John didn't know how to answer that, didn't know what to say to make things better and explain it all away. They never talked about this, never mentioned that Dean was different, that he had to be treated differently. That at times he felt like he had to walk on eggshells around his eldest son.
Mary would know how to answer, she would know what to tell Dean to assure him and not hurt him.
But he had no idea what to say.
"You're just different Dean, different doesn't mean bad." John told him, staring into the fire for another moment before he looked down at his son once more.
"There's nothing wrong with you," he told Dean. "Nothing."
Dean might scare him at times, but he was his son and he was lost and hurting, looking to him for comfort in a way he hadn't since Mary had died. John knelt down so that they were at eye level and wrapped his arms around Dean, just holding onto his son as he did the same.
He didn't give a damn why Dean was like this, he'd help him deal with it. He'd find ways to help Dean in whatever way was possible.
Dean was his son, first and foremost, and he didn't give a damn what he had to do to protect him. Even if it meant protecting him from himself.
#supernatural#Supernatural fanfic#supernatural fanfiction#spn fanfiction#366#141/366#366 day challenge#366 days of writing#Inheritance Through Blood au#john winchester#dean winchester
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