#the way Dean's eyes shine and that little smile when he is sure is his Cas

[wordsarelife]

—gorgeous

pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: being in love with your best friend might be a bad idea, but drowning your sorrows in alcohol might be your worst one yet

warnings: underage drinking, partying, no usage of y/n, a few suggestive remarks

notes: this is my official entry for the hogmarch challenge of @thatdammchickennugget using prompt 2: “are you speaking parsletongue or am i really that drunk?”

the night was rushing fast away in front of your eyes, easy chatter, at the start of the party, quickly turning into drunken singing and shouting along to the music that was drowning out everything else.

the dim blue light that was shining through the ravenclaw common room did it‘s best to worsen the drunken state many of your classmates were in.

mattheo was sitting on a couch, wearing his usual cool demeanour and being surrounded by his friends. they were known for getting a bit drunk, but never making an embarrassment out of themselves through loud singing or obnoxious dancing.

and normally you were known for sitting right next to them and doing the same.

even though it was dark, you could see mattheo's head turn and his eyes searching the crowd for you. you had excused yourself to get something to drink. that had been over ten minutes ago and you were really debating to just go to bed.

the night had turned out differently than you had expected and you weren't really in the mood to act like it hadn't.

"someone is looking for you" a voice behind you said and you turned around startled.

"harry" you said relieved when you recognized the boy.

it wasn't like the two of you were friends, after all you were coming from vastly different groups, but since a project in astronomy you had become acquaintances, sometimes sharing a few nice words at parties.

"why are you standing here all alone? why aren't you with your friends?"

"why aren't you?" you shot back, making harry quirk an eyebrow.

"well played" he complimented and smiled "i was trying to get away from dean and ginny making out"

"ouch" it wasn't really a well known fact that harry fancied ginny, but you had noticed it right away a few parties ago and he had been able to read you well enough to know that you had known.

"it's alright" he shrugged "i just don't want to sit next to it"

"who would?" you asked sarcastically as you eyes fell on the couple, hungrily making out on the couch, successfully pushing seamus off.

it seemed that a few people felt way too comfortable in the ravenclaw common room.

"oi, it's no fun with these two" seamus complained, sympathetically hitting harry's shoulder on the way to the table with the drinks.

"back to you" harry grinned, seemingly uncomfortable with talking about his secret crush on ginny weasley more than necessary "why are you avoiding riddle? i thought you two were the best of friends"

"i'm not avoiding him" you said defensively, taking a big gulp from the vodka in your cup to prevent yourself from saying any more.

harry took a moment to study your facial expression, before he sighed in a tone that almost made you tear up "oh"

"no" you shook your head "no 'oh', stop looking at me like that, potter"

harry laughed dryly "too late" he shrugged "so, being the best of friends is your actual problem, huh?"

you didn't answer his question, but took another sip from the cup. immediately regretting it.

harry cringed "if you continue drinking at that rate you won't be able to speak a coherent sentence in a few minutes"

"maybe i don't want to speak coherent sentences anymore"

"so we're already at the point of drowning our sorrows in alcohol?" he raised his cup and took a sip "no, you're right, it doesn't look like you're unluckily in love with riddle at all"

you sighed "okay, fine, you're obviously smarter than you look" you rolled your eyes.

"well, ouch" harry said offended, but you could see a hint of mischief in his eyes. "am i allowed to join your little club of self-pity?"

"sure" you nodded "the more the merrier i guess"

"there's no better way to spend a party than drown yourself in self-pity with the girl you're kind of on good terms with"

"yeah, totally" you grinned "but i think if we continue talking at that rate we will be able to call each other friends in an hour"

"deal" harry laughed, before he grabbed the bottle of vodka on the table behind you, filling both your own and his cup back up. he put the bottle back and held his cup in your direction "to unrequited love" he said dramatically.

you grimaced, but raised your cup to clink against his. "to unrequited love" you toasted "and unexpected friendships" you added.

"yeah that too" he smiled before you both took a big sip from your cups.

"vodka is fucking disgusting" you complained and harry nodded, making a face that would allow the assumption that he had been thinking the same thing.

"at least it does the trick"

you and harry spend the next hour recklessly sipping vodka, while you were telling each other ridiculous stories. the vodka had a quicker effect than either of you had thought, making the both of you dance and refer to each other as friends sooner than you had predicted.

just as 'dancing queen' began to play and you were twirling on the dancefloor, did you notice the empty spot on the couch occupied by your friends. there was only one of them missing. before it could really register in your brain who exactly was missing, a voice rang out next to you.

"make room, potter" you and harry both turned around, looking surprised at the arrival of mattheo riddle.

"matty" you laughed after the few seconds it had taken you to recognize your best friend.

mattheo's arm darted to the side, catching you before you could fall to the ground. you had made the attempt to hug him, missing his body by a few feet. you had been closer to hugging cormac mclaggen who was standing off to the side.

"there you are" mattheo noted, gently taking your cup out of your hand, sniffing the contents and grimacing at the strong sent of vodka, mixed with a bit of orange juice.

"do you want some?" you slurred, grinning up at the boy, who's arm was still holding you steady.

"how many of these has she had?" mattheo asked harry, thinking he would be a little less wasted than you.

"like thirty-four thousand?" harry answered before him and you broke into simultaneous laughter.

"had to have been a lot" mattheo muttered, noticing the way you were laughing with the chosen one, gripping his arm, like you were old friends.

he let go of you, taking harry's cup as well, emptying the both into the bucket under the table with the drinks. he came back right in time to witness you saying goodbye to harry with a dramatic hug, kissing both his cheeks and lastly his forehead.

"yeah, that's enough" mattheo said, dragging your body back against his when he noticed you going in to plant more kisses on harry's face. he looked bad enough, the red lipstick you were wearing leaving marks all over his face.

harry smiled before he waved at you and turned around, stumbling through the crowd of students probably in search of his redheaded best friend.

mattheo rolled his eyes. "you're absolutely wasted, darling"

you turned around to look at him and unconsciously bring a bit of space between the both of you "is it that obvious?" you asked.

mattheo watched with a smirk, how you tried to balance yourself out, to just be able to stand. your arm ended up stabilizing your own hip and you almost fell full on to the side, when you moved your leg.

"not really" mattheo grinned "come on, baby" he softly gripped your waist on either side, guiding you in the direction of your friends. you closed your eyes, leaning your head against his shoulder, letting him walk you through the room willingly.

"have i ever told you how gorgeous you are?"

"i am?" he asked laughing.

"so gorgeous that it hurts"

"you're flattering me" he smiled, nudging your arm. "but maybe you should concentrate more on walking in the right direction"

he was right. it was taking you way too long to cross the room, thanks to your inability to still walk in a straight line, even with his help.

"hey" mattheo greeted, making the eyes of his friends turn on him. "i'm bringing her to bed"

"already?" enzo asked skeptically, checking his watch "it's only two a.m."

"hey guys!" you greeted when your eyes snapped open. you bend forward, plastering a kiss onto enzo’s cheek. "how the party you doing? good? good!" you smiled, nodding as your eyes fell closed, as you leaned back onto mattheo again.

"what?" theo laughed at your slurred words that had not made the slightest bit of sense.

"yeah, i get it now" enzo nodded understandingly, trying to rub your lipstick off his cheek.

"she's only been gone for an hour" blaise said unbelievingly "how did she get that drunk?"

"she's had approximately like more than a thousand vodka-o's according to potter" mattheo chuckled.

"potter?" draco repeated disgustingly "what has she been doing with potter?"

"harry and i are best friends" you gushed, giving draco an angry look. he rolled his eyes in annoyance, but without questioning your answer.

"let's not get ahead of ourselves, love" mattheo argued, a bit of jealousy in his voice.

"you don't have to be jealous" you softly touched his cheek "you know i love you more than anyone, honey"

blaise let out a loud whistling noise "seems likes she's your girl after all, riddle"

"oh shut up" mattheo said at the same time as you said "of course"

"better bring her to bed now" theo advised and you could feel mattheo nod next to you.

"i'll be back in a few minutes" mattheo promised, as he softly turned you around to be able to walk you in the direction of the door.

"no he won't" you slurred, turning your head in the direction your friends, gripping mattheo's neck and winking at them.

enzo hollored and theo laughed, while blaise repeated the whisteling.

"cheers to that" even draco was amused about you, as he raised his cup in your direction.

"i'll be back" mattheo assured again, pushing you forward.

"no you won't" theo shook his head, smirking as he watched his friend roll his eyes and gently guide you through the crowd.

"how about a shot of tequila?" you suggested to mattheo, perfectly awake again. there was no hint of the tiredness that had consumed your body only a few minutes ago.

maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the sound of a familiar voice indicating the beginning of the song 'whatta man' by salt-n-pepa, which was now booming through the boxes.

"no, no more alcohol" mattheo shook his head, suddenly being the kind of responsible he had never seen himself to become.

"oh my god!" you gushed when you finally reconized the song "that's my favorite song! let us dance, matty!"

he was distracted by two hufflepuff boys almost running into him, when you saw the perfect opportunity to escape his hold. stupidly enough, that was the only thing you could see, as you had promptly gotten lost in the crowd of people.

mattheo was at your side only a second after, making you realize that you had in fact just turned around, without moving more than a feet away from him.

"if you don't come with me on your own accord, i'll have to carry you" mattheo warned.

you giggled, clasping your hands around his biceps "let us dance" you pleaded, completely ignoring what he had said.

mattheo furrowed his eyebrows, still waiting for you to reply to what he had said, but you were busy watching a few ravenclaws and hufflepuffs downing shots. "or we could down some shots" you mumbled.

mattheo took that as answer enough, clasping one of his hands around your forearm and the other around your leg, as he bend down to throw you over his shoulder.

"matty" you protested, as he began to walk you out of the common room. you gave up arguing and continued to sing along to the chorus of 'whatta man' as mattheo walked you both through the crowd of people.

as soon as the door to the ravenclaw common room fell close behind the two of you, you slumped down on mattheo's shoulder, the tiredness hitting you immediately.

"do you want to walk on your own now, baby?" mattheo asked, but he could feel you shake your head. "can you use you words?" he was growing a bit concerned at your sudden mood shift, trying to make sure that you were still somewhat alright.

"no" you pouted "i don't want to use my words"

"you just did"

"i never let a man tell me what to do" you slurred and mattheo had to chuckle.

"clearly" he muttered under his breath.

he walked through the halls of the castle quickly, making sure that you wouldn't be discovered by one of the teachers. you would probably kill him if one of them saw you like this. you never really got that drunk often, so it was on mattheo to make sure that no one found out about it now.

he should've searched for you immediately after you hadn't come back. he shouldn't have waited an hour. but he was scared of annoying you. you were always together and he had taken your absence as a sign for you needing some space.

if he could, he would follow you around all the time, preferably holding your hand while doing so. maybe in another universe you would want him to do that.

"when are we there?" you asked, your hand wandering across his shoulder, before it finally found it's place in his hair, gripping it tightly.

"any second now" mattheo was trying to make sure not to shake your body too much, as he quickly walked down the steps to the dungeon. he wouldn't want you to throw up. "do you feel sick, sweetheart?"

"no" you muttered "i just want to sleep"

"i know, i know" mattheo patted the back of your leg "we're almost at the door"

he hadn't lied. it only took a few more seconds, before he whispered the password and the door to the slytherin common room opened, revealing the familiar green lighting as he walked you both inside. he crossed the room, climbing the stairs to your dorm.

he took his time to set you down on your bed, making sure that no quick movement could make you feel uncomfortable. he unfolded your blanket, spreading it across your body.

he was ready to leave the room, before you called him back.

"matty" you cried and he perked up, walking back to the bed. you threw the blanket to the side dramatically, revealing your trousers and shirt. "i can't sleep like this"

"oh" mattheo said dumbfounded "do you want me to take them off?" he asked slowly, gripping the waistband of your trousers.

"are you speaking parsletongue or am i really that drunk?" you giggled at the joke with your eyes still closed.

"you're really that drunk" mattheo answered, rolling his eyes at your unseriousness "and it's not funny"

"it's a bit funny" you opened your eyes and giggled at his facial expression "why are you so serious, matty?"

"i should've kept an eye on you" he answered "you don't like to be drunk"

"i can make my own decisions" you argued, crossing your arms.

"obviously" mattheo nodded "should i take them off?" he repeated his question from earlier, but the tone of his voice made you sober up immediately, well at least a bit.

"are you really angry at me right now?" you asked surprised.

"i had to leave the party to bring you to bed"

"that's not the reason you're angry" you said, knowing him well enough to see through his lie.

"okay, fine" he sat down on the bed and you sat up, drawing your knees to your chest and hugging them with your arms. "maybe i'm a bit angry that you would rather spend your evening getting drunk with potter than speaking to me"

"matty"

"no, it's fine" he shook his head "i shouldn't be angry about how you choose to spend your time. goodnight" he stood up from the bed, walking to the door quickly, so voice rang out before he was able to twist the doorknob.

"can you please just stay?" you asked and he turned around in surprise.

"what?"

"maybe i chose to spend time with harry, but i'm choosing to spend the night with you. isn't that more important?"

"that's not how it works"

"okay, fine" you said, tired of arguing "do you want to know the truth? spending time with you is super hard while i'm madly in love with you" even though you were a bit more sober than before, he could still recognize the drunkness in your voice, especially because you were never that bold.

"madly in love with me, huh?" mattheo repeated surprised, his signature smirk immediately replacing the frown on his face.

“it’s embarrassing, i know” you buried your face in your hands, hiding your rosy cheeks from his eyes. he softly took your hands in his, freeing your face of them.

"don't hide from me" he smiled "and it’s not embarrassing, because the truth is, that i'm madly in love with you too"

you smiled up at him. “can you kiss me then?” he smiled at your question, but shook his head.

“no more kisses tonight” he muttered, softly stroking your hair “we can do that tomorrow, as often as you want to, when you’re sober again”

“okay” you nodded.

he gently helped you to exchange your trousers for pyjama bottoms, before he took of his shirt and climbed into bed next to you. you cuddled close to his chest, your hair tickling him whenever you moved.

"blaise was right" you said finally "i'm your girl after all"

"you always were" mattheo whispered back, softly kissing your forehead, before the both of you fell asleep, holding onto each other.

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[zepskies]

As You Wish

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: When Dean agreed to watch your favorite movie with you, you didn’t think it’d come with live subtitles.

AN: Here’s a little something in honor of Dean’s birthday! If you haven’t seen The Princess Bride, do yourself a favor. 🥰

Word Count: 600

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, and nothing but the fluff. (Established relationship.)

“My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die!” Dean says, right in time with the iconic swashbuckler on the screen, complete with his best approximation at a Spanish accent.

You giggle against his side, hard enough to rock both of you on the bed. When he agreed to watch your favorite movie with you, you didn’t think it’d come with live subtitles.

“Are you gonna quote the whole damn movie?” you ask.

Dean brandishes an imaginary sword with his fist held out.

“HELLO! My name is—”

Biting your lip, you cut him off short by playing dirty. You wrap your arm around his middle and dance your fingers across his ribs. He’d never admit it, but he’s got sensitive sides.

He flinches and laughs on reflex. “Hey, hey! That’s a foul move!”

His arm tightens around your waist while his other hand closes around your wrist. You try to grapple with him, your bare legs tangling with his pajama-clad ones, but you both know it’s a losing battle.

Dean gathers you tighter against his chest and traps your wandering hand.

Huffing another laugh, you relax again. His heart clips at a faster pace under your ear. Your hand smooths up his chest and finds its way up the back of his neck.

Dean can't help it. He lets out a contented hum when your nails give his scalp a little scratch.

For a moment, his attention drifts away from the movie and down to you. He spies the soft edge of your smile, feels your hair starting to itch against his arm, your soft curves under his hand, pressing against him.

You two don’t get these quiet days often, but he wants to make sure you get some rest. You, Sam, and Dean spent about three straight weeks in a row with back-to-back hunts, and the last one had really taken it out of you. So now, Dean’s satisfied to see you so relaxed. Happy, even.

Yeah. You really do seem to be as happy as he (secretly) feels.

Sometimes, he finds that part hard to believe. If you could want this with someone like him, then maybe…maybe he doesn’t screw up all the time.

Dean tunes back into the movie just in time for Buttercup to jump out of the window in her pretty white dress. She and Westley join Fezzik and Inigo on white horses, and the couple shares the kiss that left all the others behind.

Dean glances down at your face. He’s amused by the way you’re eating up all this sappy rom-com crap. Your eyes are shining with unshed tears. He ducks down to press a kiss to your forehead. 

“You just spring a leak over anything, don’t you?” he teases. You shove at his chest with a halfhearted hand.

“Only over the good stuff,” you retort.

He accepts that with a chuckle. When the credits start to roll down the screen, he reaches for the remote and searches for the episode you guys left off in Game of Thrones. You tap his chest.

“Hey, wanna go out to dinner tonight?” you ask. A warm smile plays on your lips. “Just you and me?”

Dean blinks. He doesn’t remember the last time you two went on an honest-to-God date. No time, no privacy, always something evil on your asses…

A decision made in his mind, Dean gives you a smile back. He brushes his thumb across your cheek.

“As you wish,” he says.

AN: 😘 Hope you liked this one!

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[deanbrainrotwritings]

—  DREAM BOY

SUMMARY : bathrooms can be interesting sometimes.

PAIRING : stanfordera!dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : john winchester 

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), stanford era dean, fingering, oral sex (m. receiving), glory hole, overstimulation, unprotected p in v (almost)

WORD COUNT : 2.9k

A/N : waterparks song title. here it is, @suckitands33, a glory hole Dean fic. yo, these physics classes are sucking the creativity out of me, lmao X

“Holy shit, babe,” Dean laughed, his shoulder and cheek holding his phone to his ear. 

“What?” You laughed despite not knowing what amused him. 

Dean held the door of the bathroom stall open and continued to snicker, “come upstairs.” 

“No,” you whined, “I wanna go already.” Dean could hear you grunt and pull something heavy across the floor. He continued to grin anyway, his cheeks flushed and hot.

“Please?” He pouted even though you couldn’t see him. He let the door go to continue looking around, trying to hold back his laughter. Your small sigh made him bite his lip excitedly. 

“Fine,” you groaned, something heaving dropping to the floor soon after. He held his phone to his ear as he kept looking around thoroughly, his quick eyes taking in the entirety of the brightly lit bathroom. 

Pink and blue lights lined the mirrors, glitter was scattered over the floor, graffiti and stickers covered the walls. There were even lewd paintings hung up on the wall where the mirrors and the entrance was. They were small, but they were clean and unsoiled for the most part in comparison to the rest of the bathroom. 

The door squeaked open and then turned to look over his shoulder. You stood at the entrance holding the door open with your foot. You looked sour, but he planned on changing that. 

“What?” You frowned as you slipped inside and let the door slam shut behind you. Dean flipped his phone shut and shoved it into his jacket with a flirty smirk. You smiled at him instantly, your eyes shining brighter than the lights in the bathroom. “What?” you asked again, but your voice was just as flirty as he felt. You met him half way and let him wrap his arms around your waist. 

“You look pretty,” he murmured, brushing the warm skin above the waistband of your jeans. You narrowed your eyes, suspiciously pulling away from him. He held you tighter, pulling you back in, and slid his hands up higher to play with the seam of your bra. 

“I’m wearing your shirt—which doesn't even fit me and it has a cum stain, I’m pretty sure—a stupidly old flannel, which you wiped your fingers on after you ate your burger… and some boring-ass jeans,” you reminded him. 

“Yeah, and these jeans make your ass look fantastic,” he snorted and pulled his hands out from under your shirt to slap your ass with both of his hands. You laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck with a shake of your head. 

“You didn’t make me come up here just to say that, did you?” You lifted a brow at him and carded your fingers through the short hair behind his head. He shuddered when your nails gently scratched his scalp and he leaned forward to kiss you. He felt your little smile against his mouth and his stomach fluttered at the softness of your lips against his. The way you cupped his face with your small hands and pulled him closer, the feeling of your tongue easily slipping past his chapped lips…

Suddenly, he forgot why he asked you to come up. 

He had you pressed against the bathroom stall nearest to the door and his hands travelled beneath your clothes to feel your warm skin. He dragged his lips desperately down your neck, sucking and licking at your smooth skin. Your little moans made his cock harder and your hands began to play with his belt. 

He was short of breath and painfully aroused, but his fingers worked quickly at the button of your jeans to zip them down. He turned you around and you laughed breathlessly as he struggled to get your jeans down your thighs. 

“Hey, there’s a hole,” your voice broke the trance he was in while he was on his knees behind you. He pouted and bit your ass over your underwear in retaliation, which made you moan.

“Yeah, I’m trying to get my dick into it, sweetheart-” 

“I meant in the stall,” you tittered, parting your legs. Dean looked between them, at the hole you were referring to, the hole he had called you up for. 

“Oh, right,” he grinned, getting up from the floor to grasp your hips. Slowly his hand sneaked to the front of your pussy, his fingers teased your clit over the damp cloth and you whined softly. “Wanna use it?” He smirked, sneaking his fingers into the stretchy waistband to dip his fingers into your dripping entrance. 

“But I’m so horny,” you complained, wrapping your fingers around his larger hand to control the way he played with your cunt. 

“Please, suck my dick,” he pouted, dropping his chin on your shoulder while he grazed your clit with two wet fingers. He ignored the tickle of your hair against his nose and pressed his face closer to your ear.

“Isn’t it better when you don’t know who’s sucking your dick?” Your voice hitched and his cock throbbed, but he continued to tease you, hoping he’d get you to change your mind. 

You writhed and moaned softly, with each precise movement of his fingers. You pussy clamped down around his fingers when he buried them inside you, scissoring and thrusting into your gushing cunt until he made you cum with three thick fingers shoved deep inside you. 

“Fine,” you panted for breath, squeezing his hand between your thighs when he continued flicking your sensitive clit with his fingers coated in your cum. “‘S’long as I’m in the stall, pretty boy,” you chuckled, starting to lift your jeans up your legs when he slipped his hand out of your underwear.

“Awesome,” Dean exhaled, instantly placing his lips on yours when you turned around to face him again. You managed to unbuckle his belt while his clean hand gripped your chin, his tongue messily moving into your mouth. 

Once you opened up his jeans, he shoved his soiled fingers into his boxers and wrapped them around his cock. His belt buckle clinked with each stroke and your stomach tightened, a new wave of arousal ruining your underwear. The sound of skin on skin, and fabric rustling beneath thrilled you farther. 

“Hurry up,” you mumbled against his mouth, hesitantly slipping away from him to get into the stall. He kissed you quickly before you could get away farther and smiled cutely at the blush-y, smiley expression on your face. 

The way your lovely hair fell over your eyes made him breathless and he was almost disappointed when you, your painted lips, curled lashes, and big soft eyes disappeared from his line of sight. 

He saw your knees and the shadow of them beneath the stall and your fingers playfully curling in a come hither motion that made his smile bigger. Excitement thrummed through his body before he fully got his cock through the hole in the stall. 

He felt your warm breath against the throbbing tip, he could feel how much of his precum was dripping out of the slit. The bathroom became a thousand times hotter and he pressed his forehead to the stall, his breath hitching when he felt your lips kiss the tip gently. 

Your tongue gently poked at the head to press into the slit, his knees buckled, and then you pulled away. He heard you spit and tensed in anticipation before he felt the warmth of your saliva on his cock. He wanted to see you, to wrap his hand around his dick, and push it into your reddish-pinkish mouth. 

You always looked pretty with your lips around his cock, with your cheeks flushed, your cute eyes all wide and watery when he pushed himself down your throat, and your lashes sticking together from your tears. He was really starting to regret not being able to see you. 

Dean hissed out a curse when you wrapped your fingers around his erection, wiping your spit along to make each stroke smooth and quick. He didn’t think your spit was necessary, he could feel his cock leak and wet itself with precum, but maybe the thought of your spit getting smeared all over his sensitive skin was turning him on that much. 

You gripped him firmly, your softer fingers moving up and down his shaft made his hips jerk forward. The stall shook slightly, but you kept taking your time and he was getting impatient, but the rub of the pad of your finger against his slit made his breath come out unevenly. The layers of clothes made him almost too uncomfortable. And he wanted to break through the thin wall keeping you from him when you teasingly, repeatedly rubbed beneath the crown of his head until he was raw and sensitive. 

He whined and you laughed, and he laughed after you did because you sounded adorable on the other side. You switched and started to stroke the entirety of his cock, from the base to the tip. He wished he could see your pretty hands holding him, even if your nail polish was chipped and your nails were uneven from constant breakage. 

Only you had the pleasure of seeing that image. It was an embarrassing switch when his hot, silky cock started to feel sticky against your smooth palm. Your warm breath and the soft kisses to his cock made him produce more precum. Or maybe his penis readily leaked for you, that was a more likely culprit. 

Dean breathed heavily with each slippery tug of his pulsing cock, the tightening of your fingers around him. Particularly against the thick vein along the underside. He gasped when you wrapped your hot mouth around the tip, your lips locking beneath the crown. His chest heaved and he couldn’t find anything to hold onto as the rest of his throbbing cock slid through your small fist. 

You pull away, your lips teasingly closing around the tip, but not on the leaking slit. He pressed his burning cheek to the cool stall as frustration built, and your thumb gathered more of the clear fluid that dribbled from the wet head of Dean’s dick. He can’t see you when your grip turns loose but his eyes fall shut and his mouth splits open when you begin smoothing your slick palm over the tip at a faster pace.

When your mouth returns, Dean doesn’t think he’d last much longer. The suction of your mouth on his cock causes his stomach to tighten, and his balls draw in, and he’s squirming helplessly against the wall he’s pressed himself into. His hips buck his cock into the hole and into your mouth, and your tongue and fingers work together to touch every inch of him. 

You knowingly flick your tongue along the glans and Dean holds his breath which makes his lungs burn for breath and his chest hitches with a sudden breath. You lap up the new wave of precum leaking from the opening and continue to suck his cock until Dean’s brain turns to mush inside his skull. Dean’s teeth pressed firmly into his lip and his brows furrowed in concentration, his mind hyper-focused on your wet mouth, your swift tongue, and soft fingers. 

Dean's thighs are tense and his hips continue to move, somewhat halted by the wall as breaths get punched out of him. You drive him crazy and you overstimulate his glans with the hyper-fixated stoke of your tongue and he whimpered out a fuck. He could feel your laugh vibrate through him and you show him mercy by tonguing the pulsing vein beneath his cock instead, your tight fist twisting upwards after your mouth. 

Dean pressed his other cheek to the wall to stare at the bathroom mirror. It felt cool against his hot, red skin and he pictured fucking you right there. You started up faster and rougher, taking Dean’s cock down into your throat. Simultaneously a wave of curses and praises started to explode from Dean’s mouth. He didn’t realise he was talking until he gasped your name and called you a good girl, and boy did it drive you crazy. 

His abs became tense and he found himself holding his breath as he concentrated too hard on the pleasure of your deliciously wet mouth over his hard, throbbing cock. And gasps escaped his lips, similar to the punched out breaths that would involuntarily escape his throat when he was thrown into a wall by some monster. 

When he finally comes, Dean’s whole body convulses.

He’s driven by the obscene sound of his cock pushing fast into your throat, and the constriction around his cock after each swallow. He inhales and his cock turns harder than it was for a fraction of a second, and then he comes. You suck desperately for everything he’s got and your fingers squeeze him so his brain nearly topples out of his ears. He whimpers again as his muscles become taut, and his eyes squeeze shut, while his come spurts out onto your tongue and into your throat. 

He can feel you swallowing his warm cum and your fingers come loose, they move slower and your mouth follows just as leisurely. Dean breaths shakily and your name slips past his lips while you stroke and mouth his cock through his orgasm, until his cum spills out slower and in smaller quantities.

And it’s over. The warmth of your mouth and your fingers disappears and Dean turns to lean against the wall with his arm thrown over his eyes. He pants for breath as he comes down from his mind numbing orgasm, and he grins. 

His eyes snap open when he feels your lips above the thick path of short hair on his pelvic bone. Dean’s cock was still throbbing, but much gentler than before. 

“Your dick looks sorta perfect and beautiful,” you grin up at him, carefully pressing kisses along his softening length. Dean inhales and watches you kiss his twitching cock. He wanted to laugh, but you looked way too sexy and you snatched the words from his mouth when you gazed up at him through your lashes. His eyes flickered down to his cock; he’s thick and slightly curved, but he’s instantly focused on you again. 

You look as beautiful as he imagined, as he’d remembered, with your cheeks a deeper colour and your eyes stained with tears. Dean takes your face in his large hand and swipes his thumb carefully over your soft, swollen lips. You get up from the floor quickly and your knees are covered with glitter which makes him smile. But before he could properly thank you for sucking him off through a hole in the wall, you pressed your wet lips against his. 

Dean worked quickly at your jeans again and pulled them down your legs along with your underwear. He could feel the hitch in your breath when he sucked your tongue into his mouth and shoved the flannel off your shoulders to throw it over the stall. Your hands clung to his thick flannel and you moaned softly into his mouth, the cool air hitting your weeping folds. 

His sensitive cock brushed against the oversized shirt you were wearing, cotton igniting the hardness of his dick. He didn’t think he could handle it, but the thought of sinking into your wet heat made his heart stutter in his chest. He unhooked your bra under the shirt and you swiftly pulled it out from underneath to join your flannel. 

Dean gripped his pulsing cock at the base and when he pushed it through your dewy folds he knew he was done for. He slowly slid his hand up your body and the black shirt pooled around his wrist as he moved higher and higher. He exposed every inch of your warm, velvety skin until he got to your breasts. 

You clung to his jacket with both hands while he pinched and rolled your nipple between his fingers. Your eyes fluttered shut and Dean carefully pushed his cock into your vagina, moaning softly as it squeezed around him. 

The door of the bathroom was pushed open and two men slipped inside. One wore colourful makeup with a smirk on his glittery green lips when he saw Dean holding you close to him. The other looked away awkwardly, a nervous laugh slipping past his lips, but what made Dean clam up was his father holding the door open. 

“Shit, my dad,” he muttered into your hair. Your head snapped in the direction of the entrance where John’s icy glare pierced through Dean. Your eyes widened but you couldn’t help the giggle from bursting out of you as Dean’s cock slipped out of your pussy. 

John let the door fall shut loudly and Dean stumbled as he lifted his pants up and shoved his cock back inside his boxers. 

“Dean, slow down,” you laughed, lifting your jeans up with a bit of a struggle. “Your dad already knows we fuck, who cares?” You tried to soothe him and took your clothes from where it was thrown over the wall of the stall. 

He washed his hands and chewed on his lips, staring at you through the mirror. “You know how he gets. I have to focus on the job…” he murmured dismissively. You softened a little and then smiled, shoving him playfully to the side to wash your own hands. 

“I’d rather you pound me into a bed anyway, or the backseat of the Impala,” you teased, flicking water in his face. He closed his eyes as he grinned, but when he opened them, you were taking paper towels to dry your hands near the entrance. You handed him a few and Dean relaxed slightly, taking them from you with a kiss planted firmly on your forehead. 

“I can’t wait,” he whispered. 

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Could you do a Winchester!sister fic about her wedding and she’s closer with Dean so he walks her down the aisle and then Dean has a dance with her and Sam has one too and just like fluff moments throughout her wedding day

Time for a Wedding

Note: The reader is described as female (as requested), however her partner is not described to make this fic more accessible.

Word count: 700

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Dean never thought he would live to see your wedding. Or Sam’s for that matter. In fact, he was never sure if he was even going to make it to see the next time the sun broke across the sky. But, nevertheless; there he was. Standing in a fancy suit that was just a little bit too snug to your left, watching as your bridesmaids hovered excitedly around you. They were making the final finishing touches to your hair and makeup and making sure that your dress flared out the correct way. It was stunning, Dean mused, grinning at the thought. The way the beads embroidered across the lace shone as they caught the light made you seem even more enchanting than you already were. You were glowing, eyes bright with a beaming smile, but your brother couldn’t help but notice the twinge of anxiety that hid behind it as you waited behind the ornate doors.

Dean took your hand in his, running his fingers briefly over the engagement ring that fit snugly on your left hand. You glanced up at him.

“You okay?” He asked tenderly.

“Yeah.” You hummed in response with a slight nod of your head, stung trying to rid the anxious knot that settled in your stomach.

“You look beautiful.” Dean told you truthfully. He was so proud to see you all dolled up.

“Thank you.”

“Always, kiddo.”

It was then that you heard the music drifting softly from the doors, and they were opened slowly. Dean slipped his arm through yours as you clutched your bouquet and began to walk you down the aisle.

Sam’s breath caught when he saw you and his eyes began to water. He was so proud of how far you had come. You were no longer the small child who used to clutch onto his trousers because you were too small to reach his hands, instead you were now a strong and independent woman and it made his heart swell. The sight of Dean walking you down the aisle was what made the river of grateful tears begin to fall. Dean had always been there for the both of you, taking over the role of your dad whenever John wasn’t around, and he was doing it again here.

As you walked down the aisle towards your partner, you beamed brighter than 100 suns shining all at once. Once you reached the step you Dean slipped his arm away from yours so you could say your vowels and celebrate your love.

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There was a happy buzz in the air as chatter passed between the guests seated at the tables or mingling around the room, passing drinks around the room or congratulating you on your marriage and doting over your dress. The evening passed quickly and soon it came time for your first dance.

You took to the floor, swaying gently with your partner to a song that meant so much to the pair of you. Then, once you were done and applaud filled the room, a familiar tune fell over the speakers and Dean whisked you away across the dance floor.

The two of you smiled as you moved in sync to the song that you had blasted in the impala hundreds of times, singing along to the lyrics at the top of your lungs and Baby hurtled down the country roads just a little too fast for your liking. Dean twirled you under his arm occasionally and soon after, the song faded into another, much slower song, and Sam’s arms replaced Deans as the two of you danced around together. You rested your head against your chest as you swayed. It meant so much to you that your two brothers were here to celebrate and dance with you in place of John and Mary. In some ways, it made your wedding feel even more special to be surrounded by the two boys you had formed such a strong bond with.

(I’m sorry it’s so short but I hope you enjoyed :))

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As If Destiny (part five) 🌹

Part Four🌹

Warnings: Terminal illness, parent death, death and brutality (it is the hunger games after all) characters may be ooc. I read the book a while ago but don't really remember much of Snows way of thinking (I mean I know its toxic and insane but yk the other things) so I will mostly be basing off the film and my own thoughts. Also I can't spell for the life of me so be prepared for bad spelling and grammar. Enjoy loves!

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"I do hope you know that if we are even a minute late, I will be serving detention for the rest of the year." 

The slightly anxious tone of Coryo's voice broke you out of your memorized state. You both were in a rush out of his penthouse and you weren't sure how long it would take to get to the academy, but against your best intentions, you had to stop for the flowers.

Something about their white petals and fresh arouma just sucked you in.

With a reluctant sigh, you forced your legs to move.

"But you are the perfect student. You've never been late and every member of the staff loves you."

It was true. There didn't seem to be a single person in the Capital who wasn't charmed with Coriolanus Snow.

But he just shook his head, shifting his eyes forward and quickly pressing the button to allow for pedestrians cross the intersection.

"Everyone but Dean Highbottom."

Oh yes.

He was unfortunately right.

That was indeed the one person who seemed to despise Coryo.

And for seemingly no reason. He always seemed to be able to chide or insult the boy whenever given the chance.

When the signal lit up, the boy in question took your hand to follow him across the street.

"You know, I remember once Highbottom saw us talking after I gave you back your book for Satryia's class. After we parted ways, he pulled me aside and told me to stay away from you. Something about how it didn't end well the first time. Do you have any idea what he was talking about?" 

Still holding your hand, even being far from the dangers of the intersection, the boy turns his head to you. His eyes showed just as much confusion as yours did but with a hint of anger.

Dean Highbottom didn't have to like him but who is he to warn you to stay away from him? And what does he mean the first time? 

The conversation seemed to trail off there but neither of you minded. You didn't come to this part of the Capital very often so you were lost in fascination and wonder. The city was being rebuilt all around you and you couldn't help but feel giddy.

Coriolanus was lost in watching your reactions. He was feeling a sense of pride to know that he was the one who opened this side of the Capital for you. Not to mention the reason you got some proper sleep. 

He was thinking back on your conversation when he nudged your nearby shoulder with his. You looked back to see the tall boy with a little smirk on his lips. You couldn't help but laugh and question the movement. 

"Nothing, it's just nice to know you remembered the book." 

The comment made a pink tint appear on your cheeks, now very visible in the morning light.

"Of course I remember! I'm sure Satryia would have had my head! You were my knight in shining armor."

Then it was your turn to nudge him back. His pride swelled even more at the memory. To know that he was able to give you something that you not only wanted but needed. Even if it was just a lousy textbook.

It made him feel accomplished. 

Within a few strides, the magnificent structure of the Academy came into view and it somehow even looked more beautiful than usual to you.

Everything did after last night.

"Oh! I forgot to give you this!"

He let go of your still clasped hands and grabbed something from his bag. You were surprised by Coryo's confession but even more suprized by the radiant flower in his hand. You couldn't help but gasp at the gesture. You looked up at him with your beautiful eyes, shining up at him with wonder and gratitude. He smiled down at you, heart swelling.

"You seemed so mesmerized so I thought you would like one of your own." 

You took the flower gently and thanked him with the most beautiful smile he has ever received.

He was already scheming of ways to see it more often. 

"Could you put in my hair?"

Then you were blessed with the most beautiful smile you've seen. He happily agreed and put it in the back of your hair, in the hair tie of your half up, half down style.

Something you've never worn before to the academy but something Coryo reassured you looked good.

Once assured the flower wouldn't fall, the tall boy stepped out from behind you with a satisfied smile.

"You know one of these days I'll show you Grandma'am's rose garden. Maybe even get you a bouquet."

He knew the day when he would be able to bring you full bouquets of her precious roses is far away. But maybe after he won the Plinth Prize, he would get his Grandma'am chocolate, Tigris a new dress, and packets of rose seeds.

Enough so everyday he could give you a fresh flower that you would cherish.

His wishful thinking nearly made him miss your response.

"I think I would fall right then and there if you did Coryo."

You looked at him as you confessed but quickly looker away, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. Heat that only grew more intense as Coriolanus's stare did the same.

He didn't know if you meant you would fall is in pass out or fall as in... well fall. for him.

oh as if he needed anymore motivation to win the coveted Plinth Prize. 

Since you never come from this direction, you can't see the usual spot Sejanus would be sitting at when waited for you. Was he getting worried? Your eyes scan the area but couldn't seem to find the brunette anywhere.

But, for better or worse, you found your quite eccentric group of friends.

"Coryo! Y/N!" Clemensia's voice carried through the morning air as you both marched up the stairs.

You both greeted her as well as Arachne, Festus, and Felix upon your arrival. They all seemed happy to see you two (especially you as you are often strolling with Sejanus). But Arachne seemed to be looking you both up and down with a mischievous smirk playing on her colored lips. Nothing new but unnerving nevertheless. 

"Y/N, don't you live on the west side of the city? You always come and leave in that direction."

She looked as if she had caught a lamb for the slaughter. You actually did really like her but the girl has so many problems.

Coriolanus had his mask plastered on again but inside he was beginning to panic. He probably could've made a lie on the spot, a skill he has mastered over the years, but he was worried about your reaction. 

You were a genuine person and he feared that his lie would be completely exposed on your face. But it seemed he was wrong. Instead of freezing up you laughed at Arachne's comment.

"It's beautiful weather this morning and felt in the mood to take a walk around the city. I just happened to meet up with Coryo at the entrance to campus." 

To say the mentioned boy was surprised and relieved would have been an understatement. Not only did you cover up the actual events, you made sure not to let it slip that he walks to the Academy. The illusion that he has a driver like the rest of your peers was still held. Festus then seemed to perk up. 

"I still don't understand why in the world you would decide to walk somewhere. We have drivers for a reason."

The others nodded in agreement and you couldn't but help sigh. You have known your friends since as long as you could remember. You have seen them grow up (or the lack there of).

They are still the small scared children who had to burn their picture books for warmth in the Dark Days. They may have physically aged, but you know they never really grew up. Your peers simply hid their fears and insecurities behind their wealth and luxury.

Anything outside of the opulence that surrounded them brought fear and as a result, a great distaste.

That's why Sejanus was so disliked. He was too much of an irregularity. Too other. 

As he drifted to your mind, your eyes drifted to the other side of the stairs, shifting your neck to try to get a better view. 

"Don't worry, your little side kick is coming up."

Felix let you know with a nod of his head over your shoulder, making you turn around and spotting Sejanus looking confused at you. You smiled in invitation and he began taking a cautious walk up the vast stairs. 

Arachne couldn't help but scoff.

"Wonder what little district boy would do without his precious y/n to hold his hand wherever he goes."

Your mouth opened to shoot back a response when Sejanus gave one of his own. 

"Maybe you will see where it would hit if it wasn't being held."

He even gave a mocking smile to go with it. 

And this is why your two friend groups are separate. 

Before any teeth could be knocked out or venom spit, you were quick to grab his arm and pull him away. You look over your shoulder with a rushed and apologetic farewell to the group.

But your eyes met those ever shining blue orbs and gave a private smile. A smile he couldn't help but return.

"What are you smiling at Snow?"

Festus croked. He had frankly forgotten his friends around him, way too lost on your retreating form. 

"Well that was entertaining if I must say." He covered up his slip.

The look on Arachne's face begged to differ.

But reassurance came in Clemensia's laugh, followed by Felix.

"I would actually like to see what would happen with you and Plinth in a room with no y/n to mediate Crane." Felix seemed quite entertained with the thought. 

The girl just rolled her eyes and began her march into the building, clear irritation radiating off of her.

The rest of the group followed suit and walked into the posh institution.

"Feel bad for whoever unfortunately walks infront of her path" Festus quips, much to the enjoyment and humor of his friends.

The same feeling could not be said for Sejanus.

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"So how worried should I be?" Sejanus's warm brown eyes bore into yours. You crooked your head to its side in confusion.

"Care to explain Sej?" 

"I think I'm the one who needs an explanation y/n. You never came to our spot and you were instead with them."

He spit out the word as if it was acid.

"Not to mention the fact that we got a call from your father thanking us for letting you stay with us last night. Would you care to enlighten me how I either missed your presence the entire night, morning, and ride here or where you actually were."

His tone was harsh but you knew it came from a place of worry. He knew of your sleepless habits and to be informed that you were supposed to be with him but weren't must have been horrifying. 

You weren't sure if you should tell him the whole truth about staying with Coriolanus. So you tell him the same thing you told Rhayes, your driver, last night.

"I was with a friend. I'm sorry I worried you Sejanus. I had no idea he called you and made you worry." 

He looked at you with a puzzled and slight irritated expression.

"What friend y/n? And if you couldn't stay at your house, you know our door is always open."

You weren't exactly sure why he was so upset at the situation but you felt he deserved some semblance of an answer. 

"You guys do enough for me as it is. No- stop don't even try to argue with me on this. Can - can we just drop this?" You sighed, clearly not wanting to continue on this topic.

Sejanus looked the exact opposite, wanting to flesh out every detail. But he noticed your discomfort and let the conversation end there. 

You both had been walking around the halls, him not really realizing the path you were taking untill you came to a stop and began looking through your bag.

The kind boy, for what seemed the first time that morning, took in your appearance. 

"You look well rested. Back to life." He says it astonished. You couldn't help but roll your eyes. 

"I know! Weird seeing me look like an actual person instead of zombie." You were expecting a witty remark back but you were met with another amazed observation. 

"You kept your hair down. And look it has a flower!"

You laughed at his behavior and found your mass pile of somehow pristine papers. You flipped through the pages with apprehension at your work.

"And you finished your paper! What happened to you last night?!"

He just seemed to keep on getting more and more lost. Your smile grew in amusement of his reaction and you both walked into class. Sejanus made his way up to your elevated section of desks while you made your way to your Professor.

Professor Rhaen was a tall and lengthy man who seems more aged than any person of his middle age should be. His pale skin seemed sickly and was scattered with small marks and freckles.

He was bent over his desk, deep into a thick book. You cleared your throat and his eyes snapped up to your slightly timid figure.

"Good morning Professor. I understand that you gave us an extended amount of time for our paper to ensure we properly research. But I fear I got too carried away and seemed to have finished a bit early."

You held up your own thick stack of papers with a humble smile. The man didn't take your papers right away, leaving your hand hanging while he was analyzing.

After a few painfully akward moments, he finally took the stack from your hands. You were going to make your way to seat before he motioned for you to wait.

He was scanning through as you just stood there, in the front of the room and felt quite small. You looked up towards the direction of your desk and saw Sejanus give you a smile and a thumbs up in encouragement.

You smiled back, with a little more reassurance and turned to your professor who seemed to be very focused. The sounds of your classmates coming in was heard as their gazes were felt.

Forever seemed to pass before Professor Rhaen gave you the go ahead to sit down. You gave a giddy sigh of relief before you were stopped by his voice.

"Y/n!" You turned slowly and slightly reluctantly. "

From what I've seen so far, I think I will be nothing less than impressed."

What.

Professor Rhaen does not give compliments. You felt over the moon but gave a polite nod and rushed to your desk.

You didn't realize that Coriolanus and the others had made it to class until you reached the area of your desk. You had to squeeze past the blonde boy and as soon as you sat down, you had to turn behind you.

"Wait you already finished your paper?"

Clemmies pretty face was contorted in baffelment. You just smiled and shrugged. The scoffs of impresment (and intimidation) of Felix, Festus, and Arachne were quite audible even as you turned around.

Sejanus took in your interaction and noticed how neither Clemensia nor Arachne knew of your progress. Something they clearly would have if you stayed at their penthouses last night.

But what was even more puzzling was your shared look with Coriolanus who seemed to have a bit of a smug and proud smile on his face.

Like he knew. 

Any questions were caught off by the scratchy voice of the professor. His lecture was not necessarily interesting, but today for the first time in a long time, you were able to be fully focused.

You followed every word and participated whenever you could. You were so engaged with the lesson that you barely realized the pen that landed by your shoes.

Grabbing it in a swift motion, you looked up to see Coriolanus with a smug smirk.

Oh that little-

"See what happens when you get a proper sleep." He teased you, slightly crouched, mirroring your position. 

You gave a soft scoff at his comment which only made his expression grow.

"A night of good rest, a compliment from Rhaen, and an intimated Arachne? You're on fire y/n." He whispered. 

"Trying to suck up to the new favorite student Snow?" You teased back.

The close proximity of your position allowing for the heat of your breath to be felt on the boys cheeks.

That's the reason for the red on it right? 

His devious smirk only expanded, showing a few of his perfect and pearly white teeth. He opened his mouth to fire back his own witty response before he was cut off by a clearly displeased Dean Casca Highbottom. 

"Miss Vaun and Mr. Snow."

It seemed that even having the two of your names in the same sentence drained him off all his energy.

"Why am I not surprised. Well whatever it is that you two were discussing, I hope it was more important than your professor's lecture." 

The embarrassment of the public scolding and the silence of the room was suffocating.

And he knew it.

He seemed to relish in your discomfort and Coriolanus's annoyance. 

His eyes seemed to be coated with a fog as he was lost to his mind and whatever he was thinking. The realization of reality and his intention of the interruption seemed to bring him back to reality. 

"Please pack up your things Miss y/n. It is urgent."

Your reaction to his words was panic.

Absolute panic.

Emotion you had to swallow, even as your breathing accelerated. You were shaking as you basically threw your material in your bag, with no care of the impact.

Dean Highbottom had already left the room and was waiting in the hallway by the time you met up with him. You felt nauseous and walked on heavy feet.

Coriolanus could see the unsteady steps you took and wanted nothing more than steady you.

But he could do nothing.

And that's the part he hated most.

He sighed and tried to focus back on the lecture and the notes he was supposed to take. Then he realized you must have taken his pen by accident. 

And he was right but you weren't really conscious as you twirled that very same pen in you hands in apprehension.

Something happened to her.

That happened to her.

You both reached the main office and you hoped that all your fears would be resolved. But you looked up to see your father in a state of varying levels of dishevelment. He looked pale, starved, and hollow.

But worst of all were the tears in his eyes and clear stains on his cheek. No.

No. 

You felt the world shrink around you as he opened up his palm to reveal a beautiful golden necklace. A necklace that held two rings.

The same necklace that your mother wore without fail.

The one she swore she would never take off till death did her part.

Till death do you part.

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A/N: another part down! I hope you all liked it! I was scared of how it was gonna turn out at first but kinda liked it. I hope you guys saw the desk scene as I imagined it (both you and coryo kinda crouched and close as you whispered). I imagined it as if it was a movie and the shot would be showing your side profiles as you talked in those fancy curved desk things in the movie. Also if things don't make sense, I'm sorry it's 1 am and I have been working on it for hours and I'm sleepy lol! Much love as always!

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[twofrontteethstillcrooked]

In the dream, Dean walked through the bunker, or a facsimile of it, the hallways' angles not quite true, the rooms not quite plumb. His hands were bloody the first time he looked down at them, dusty the second time. It took him long minutes to walk up the metal staircase because there were twice as many steps as usual, with a curling ascent that made him a little dizzy. The heavy door was hard to open. With his weight against it, it opened with an echoing thunk; he fell into a field of knee-high grass and chicory as blue as Cas's eyes.

An empty field. His palms were still ashen.

The sorrow that tore through his body woke him more than the fall did. He blinked up at the wooden beams hatched across the farmhouse bedroom ceiling and tried to catch his breath. A tear slid down into his right ear and made him flinch. After a few swallows, he sat up and stretched. Rubbed his eyes dry. Noticed a strange brightness flaring around the perimeter of the bedroom's window curtain and let the ache behind his ribcage fade.

His feet registered the chill of the floor before the rest of him did and he skipped over to the window on tiptoe. With the curtain open the source of the light proved to be dawn illuminating the skim of snow atop everything in the yard – a powdered sugar dusting, surprising only because 24 hours ago it'd been 60F degrees outside.

He was gargling mouthwash when elsewhere in the house it sounded like someone was fighting off ninjas with a cookie sheet.

"You okay?" Dean asked at the kitchen doorway.

Cas, startled, dropped a metal pie plate (again) and groaned. "I'm sorry." He picked up the wayward pan and inspected it for dents before putting it firmly on the counter. "I didn't mean to wake you." He turned to give a more settled smile. "Hello, Dean."

Dean snuck in and wrapped Cas up in a hug before he could move away. "Good morning," he whispered into Cas's soft hair.

"Happy birthday," Cas said, his voice still smiling. He pulled back enough to look up at Dean, typical earnestness all over his face. "I guess my surprise won't be much of one now."

Dean blinked as the pie plate suddenly made sense. "Are you making me pie?" Delight bubbled up in his chest as Cas mouthed yes; Dean let his hands slide to Cas's waist and held on, anchoring himself there. 

Cas ducked his head. "I was going to try." He glanced at a cookbook cracked open on the nearby table where they usually drank coffee and watched the sun rise, and beside it a bowl, a stick of butter, the canister labeled 'flour' and the canister labeled 'sugar', three loose eggs, a big wooden spoon, and a bag of nutmeats.

"Pecan. My favorite." Dean kissed the side of Cas's head. "Would you like some help?"

After a pause, Cas said, "No." He didn't sound sure of the answer. "It's your birthday. You should take the day off. I can manage." His hands on Dean's chest were another anchor.

"It is my birthday, so I think I should get to choose how to spend the morning." Dean quirked an eyebrow the way Cas often did when he was being bossy. "And I would like to help you make the best pecan pie either of us has ever eaten." He let his expression sweeten as a flush crept across Cas's cheeks. "Please."

Cas nodded, eyes shining. Dean gathered him into his arms again because he could. He was 45 years old and holding the love of his life in their tiny kitchen with the oven ticking, with snow sparkling through the windows. They were living their small, precious lives together in freedom, in peace (what 45 years had taught Dean the hard way: they could have both) and there was nothing empty about it. 

They stood swaying sleepily for a couple of minutes before the desire for pie, and other things, started to eat away at Dean's brain. Low at Cas's ear, he said, "You know, pecan pie is best served room temp. We'll need to let it cool down after it's out of the oven before we can cut into it. Might take an hour."

"We haven't even started–"

"I'm just saying," Dean continued, "we'll need to find something else to do with ourselves in a little while." He cleared his throat. "Some way to pass the time."

Cas tipped his head up. "I don't think figuring that out will be an issue," he murmured, and pressed closer.

#birthday party for dean 2024 #spn #deancas #destiel #fic #snippetfic

[lila-lou]

✨Broken✨

Summary: Dean made a huge mistake and had to deal with the consequences.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, angst, hurt, -but some fluff in between

Word Count: 1882

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

“Goodbye, Dean Winchester”, you giggled as you briskly turned towards your front door. Dean gave you the biggest Smile you had ever see on anyone's face. He shook his head in amusement, his eyes shining. “You’re something else (y/n)”, he chuckled and continued grinning while opening the door of his car. “Oh, you fucking bet!”, You winked at him before parting ways. At least for tonight.

Just a Date. One single date. A single evening. Without sex, without kissing. It only took four hours for you to fall head over heels in love with him. Four hours of your laughter, your sparkling eyes and your sassy jokes were all it took for Dean to fall head over heels in love with you.

3 missed calls.

6 missed calls and 2 messages.

13 missed calls and 8 messages.

"Just leave me alone!", you cursed, throwing your phone in the corner of your dingy motel room as tears steadily streamed down your cheeks. You sat on the floor with your face in your arms and your legs bent, leaning your back against the creaky bed. You never imagined that you would be sitting here like a heap of misery, crying your eyes out. Not because of your fiancée. Not because of Dean.

The two of you had been together for 6 years, engaged for a year and were actually planning on getting married in two months. You had come to terms with his lifestyle, his living situation and all the dangers, the monsters and all that shit that came with his way of life. You sacrificed everything normal for this man… and for what?

Dean was the love of your life and until three days ago you thought he felt the same way, but you were obviously wrong.

8 missed calls.

12 missed calls and 8 messages.

16 missed calls and 18 messages.

You immediately regretted it when you looked at your phone after a way too long shower. Not just because of all the messages and missed calls, but also because of your wallpaper. It showed the happiest moment of your life. A photo Sam had taken shortly after Dean put an engagement ring on your finger. You camped in the mountains of Montana. Dean had waited for the most beautiful sunset of all and proposed to you in front of a beautiful, large lake. As the two of you lay hugged in front of the campfire in the twilight, Sam took advantage of your inattention to take this great snapshot.

“It suits you”, Dean stroked your slim fingers. “It´s beautiful”, you whispered, barely audible, your voice trembling slightly. Your back was pressed against his chest and you were sitting between his legs. With sparkling eyes, you turned to him and looked him in the eyes. “I love you”, you whispered. “I love you”, he replied, just as lovestruck as you. You were so sweet and cheesy that even Sam felt sick at the sight of you two.

As said, the most beautiful and happiest moment of your life.

Wearing only a towel, you sat down on the bed and looked at your hand with the ring. Was it all just lies? Was he that good at hiding his true self?

You had already forgiven him for so much and overlooked so much. Even when he almost killed you as a demon, you didn't stop loving him.

But it was different now.

“Dean… you really up for this? I don’t know if this is such a good idea“, you mumbled as you got out of the shower together 10 days ago. "If not now, when? (y/n), I love you. I couldn't imagine a future with any other woman and I'm sure we would be great parents. Please Sweetheart, give it a shot. Or better yet, let me get to take a shot”, he wiggled his Eyebrows, before taking your hands in his.

“Please, Baby”.

You looked at him doubtfully and there was silence for a few minutes before you took a deep breath. “Okay, let’s try for a little Dean then”, you sighed, still a little hesitant. It was the second biggest smile you'd ever had to see on Dean's lips. His arms wrapped around your body, almost crushing you as he spun you through the air once before carrying you to your bedroom.

You looked at the clock and started getting dressed. It was time to leave the motel and move on. You didn't know where to go yet. You didn't know how long either. What you knew was that you needed space.

Distance from everything and everyone.

You still hoped that Dean had been possessed, hexed or cursed in some way, but based on his and Sam's texts, that was obviously not the case. Drunk, yes. However, nothing more.

You've been gone for four weeks now. Four weeks in which you didn't let anyone hear from you, in which you were constantly on the move so no one could find you and four weeks in which Dean slowly but surely became sick from worry.

"Dean!", Sam knocked on his older brother's door. Dean hasn't come out of his room in three days except to pee. He didn't eat anything, he didn't talk, he just vegetated.

“Come on, buddy. You have to eat something! Starving won't bring her back either”. After fifteen minutes, Sam left the plate in front of Dean's door with a sigh and went back into the kitchen to eat his burger.

Two more days passed before Sam took advantage of his brother's pee break to push him against the bathroom wall with his forearm on his throat. "What the hell is wrong with you! Dean, I know (y/n) meant a lot to you, but look at you!", Sam snapped at his brother. Sam was actually the quieter of the two, but he couldn't see how much Dean was letting himself go. He had probably already lost at least 15 pounds, stopped shaving and was basically just a wreck.

With a firm tug, Dean released himself from Sams grip and looked at him angrily.

“You don´t know shit! I lost her, Sammy! I fucking broke her heart and lost the best thing that ever happened to me. You didn't see her eyes. Shit, how could I be so stupid", Dean's voice grew louder and he found himself angrily punching a hole in the wooden bathroom door. “Fucking shit”, he rubbed his face hard as his knuckles bled. Sam sighed before pulling his brother into a tight hug. Of course, Dean fought back at first, but he was just too weak and too sad, so he allowed it, while a few tears ran down his cheeks.

It took another two days before Sam finally got Dean to shower. A week until he was eating somewhat normally again. Two weeks until he came out of his room again. Three until he went hunting again for the first time. But even after a total of 9 weeks, no smile found its way onto his face.

Just like with you.

Nevertheless, you had to overcome yourself, gather all your courage and push open the heavy iron door of the bunker.

You did your best to go downstairs quietly, but Sam, who was about to go jogging, spotted you immediately.

“(y/n)!”

Even though it was tearing you up inside to be here again, you gave Sam a small smile.

“Hey”, you murmur, letting him hug you tightly once you reach the bottom. You couldn't stop your eyes from glazing over. “I missed you, little one”. Sam kissed your head before letting you out of his embrace and studying you. You looked absolutely exhausted and tired.

It took him a few seconds to find his voice again. “He´s in the garage”, Sam said quietly, looking at you with pity. “I’m... just here to get my things”, you cleared your throat and started to walk towards your shared room, but Sam gently held your arm. “I know he made big mistakes (y/n). And I definitely don't want to protect him. You have every right to leave him, but please tell him you're okay. Please let him say goodbye to you”. Sam’s voice was gentle and soothing, but even his compassionate words, for both Dean and you, didn’t change your broken heart. “I… I can’t, Sam”, you slowly pulled your arm away from him.

“(y/n)... please. It breaks him... Please... He's my brother”.

With tears in your eyes, you shook your head and wrapped your arms around your body. "I'm sorry Sammy. I wish you nothing but the best”, you somehow tried to smile before going into your old room.

When you got there, you were briefly surprised to find no chaos. The room has never been as tidy as it is now, but your heart has never hurt as much as it does now when you look at your bed.

With tears streaming down your cheeks and quiet, barely audible sobs escaping your throat, you grabbed the few things you had from the room.

Carrying a large, fully-packed bag, you looked at the picture of yourself on Dean's nightstand, you swallowed hard and walked out the door, your back first as you pulled the door shut. You wiped away your tears with your free hand as you felt something hard against your back.

“(y/n)”.

His voice gave goosebumps all over your body. It was so deep, rough, scratchy. Emotionally charged. Full of regret and sadness. And yet you heard a glimmer of hope. Maybe you wanted to hear that too. Who knows.

You both stood rooted to the spot for a few seconds until Dean tried to turn you around with his hand on your waist, but you immediately slapped his hand away.

“Don’t fucking touch me! Don’t you dare touch me ever again!”, you hissed loudly. Tears immediately welled up in your eyes again. Dean didn’t flinch at your reaction. He wasn't surprised and couldn't blame you. His eyes also slowly filled with tears when he saw the bag over your shoulder.

Dean wanted to take you in his arms, hold you close to him and never let you go. He wanted to show you how much he loved you, show you what a big mistake he had made, prove to you that something like that would never happen again. He would do anything to make up for what he did to you. You were his everything. The love of his life. He wanted to build a future with you. He wanted to have a baby with you. A family. You were his world.

But when he saw the bitterness through all your tears, he knew he had lost. The curtain closed. That's it. The end. He had destroyed everything.

“I love you (y/n)”, he whispered, barely audible.

“You never did”, you replied with a dry throat, taking his hand and placing your engagement ring in it.

"Goodbye Dean Winchester".

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 Again, I'm thinking about writing a second or even third part. I guess I just can't stick with one-shots ._.

#jensen ackles #spn #dean winchester #dean x y/n #deanwinchtser #dean x you #dean x reader #sam and dean #spn fanart #sam x reader #supernatural #fluff #angst #hurt/comfort #hurtful

[blessyourhondahurley]

Suptober day 3 - Day Like Any Other

Today feels different somehow. Or maybe it's Cas who feels different.

Suptober prompt: Inspired Fictober prompt: “Okay, show me.” Flufftober prompt: “Wait, you love me?” - “I always have” Inktober prompt: Path

(Read on AO3)

He begins the day watching the sun rise from the Bunker's roof, a habit he's recently acquired as the weather turns crisp and autumnal. Afterwards, he sets the big industrial coffeepot brewing in the kitchen, another of his habitual behaviors. As the contraption starts to steam and hiss, Sam walks through and tosses a “morning, Cas” over his shoulder on his way out for his daily run.

Generally, at this point in the day, he would retire to the library to read for a few hours, or go outside to work in his garden. But today feels different somehow. There's a yearning itch under his skin, an inspired desire to act, to do. He's not quite sure yet how he wants to act, what he wants to do, but he heeds the metaphorical tickle in his brain. He grabs Dean's favorite mug (the oversized one shaped like a cowboy boot, “Saddle up!” written across it in letters made of twisting rope), fills it with fresh coffee, stirs in a spoonful of sugar and a dash of cream, and carries it down the hall.

He taps on Dean's door, waiting for a quiet “hmm? 'Sup?” from inside before entering.

“There's no case or anything. I've just brought you some coffee,” Cas says. He keeps his voice soft, unwilling to further disturb the dim quiet of the room. Thanks to a small nightlight in the corner and the light from the hallway that filters in through the vents of the door, he can see well enough to avoid tripping on a pair of discarded jeans on the floor as he brings the cup over to the bed.

Dean, heavy-lidded and tousle-haired, sits up and accepts the offering, patting the covers next to him in invitation for Cas to sit. He takes a deep inhale of the fragrant, rising steam and sighs in sleepy contentment. “How come I rate such a special delivery today?” he asks hoarsely. He harrumphs to clear his throat a bit, then takes a sip.

Cas shrugs, helpless to explain why he's there, helpless to put into words the feeling he's had since he watched dawn break across the meadow behind the Bunker this morning. “I felt like company,” is the best he can do.

“'M not usually the best company in the mornings, dude,” Dean remarks dryly. He's drained half the mug by now, and his bleary gaze is beginning to clear. “Aren't you and Sam still working on that lore project on our off days?”

And there's that itch again, urging him on. It pushes him to say something that, on any other day, he'd swallow. “I don't love Sam the same way I love you,” he says. The words are raw, deeply felt, searingly true, but he does his best to deliver them in an offhanded manner, as if he's doing nothing more exciting than remarking on the weather.

Despite his feigned nonchalance, he watches Dean startle when those ten little words land. The hunter reels for a moment, seems almost dizzy, and it takes him three tries to place his now-empty mug on his nightstand. He turns wide green eyes towards him, face beseeching and open, and asks, “Wait, you love me?” His voice is little more than a wheeze, as if he's had the wind knocked clear out of him.

Cas marvels. I did that, he thinks. His words have discombobulated his friend as thoroughly as a bat to the head. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. There's no going back from this now.

“I do. I always have,” he replies, and then he waits. He waits for Dean to yell, to laugh, to walk away, to proffer a distraction, to punch him.

Dean does none of these. He smiles. It's a shy, uncertain smile, but his eyes shine in the low light of the room. He clears his throat, quirks his mouth like he's fighting a sob, then huffs a soft laugh and asks, “Why, Cas? How??”

Emboldened, Cas lays himself emotionally bare. “Beloved,” he begins, and what ecstasy he feels when that word leaves his lips! “Beloved,” he says again, “I could trace the winding path of my ever-growing devotion, recite back every precious moment between us, talk about how wonderful you are until the sun sets tonight and rises again tomorrow morning. Or I could show you everything you need to know.”

Dean, ever a man of action, leans forward. “Okay, show me.”

Their first kiss tastes of coffee, with a spoonful of sugar and a dash of cream.

#destiel #destiel fanfic #destiel fluff #suptober23 #day 3 #fictober 23 #fictober23 #flufftober2023

[sw-33-ts-stuff]

Welcome Back Wednesday

Wednesday X Reader

Part 1

Wednesday POV

"You're what?" My voice was calm but the tone indicated I was anything but.

"They've asked me to take Larissa's position at Nevermore my little raven and your father will be teaching some courses as well."

I felt my jaw tighten at her words. I had just grown accustomed to attending the school they did.

"And Pugsley?" I glared at him. He shrunk under my stare.

"We don't think he's quite ready yet but don't worry my little viper, your Uncle Fester has promised to take good care of him."

I scoffed grabbing my bag and preparing to go to my dorm.

"Be sure to be on time for the special announcement in the quad!" I barely glanced back towards my mother and father. Seething as I realized they'd be here to monitor my every move as they tried before by sending Thing.

"Wednesday!" A ball of pink and blue stopped just a few inches before me.

"Howdy roomie." She winked.

I nodded preparing my side of the room as a knock sounded. Ajax coming in shortly to hug Enid nodding to me politely.

"Hey Wednesday, Xavier's looking for you." I rolled my eyes continuing my unpacking as Enid smirked.

"Maybe you guys can catch up when we all go to the Quad." Enid was practically bouncing in her spot as my bookbag opened itself.

"THING!" She began to talk animatedly with him signing furiously. I refrained from rolling my eyes for the third time in just as many minutes.

The two were acting as if they weren't FaceTiming each other on a weekly basis.

I walked out to the Quad once again hearing my name being yelled.

"Hey Wednesday." I looked up to see Xavier smiling at me as I nodded. "How's it going?"

I quirked an eyebrow at him.

Was that really the best he could come up with?

Someone else had run up to us and I felt myself almost smile at the sight of Eugene.

"Hello fellow hummer!" I almost cringed nodding to the short boy.

"Eugene."

"Did you hear we're getting a new group of students?" I felt my eyebrows furrow wondering why my mother failed to mention this earlier.

A shrill bell rang throughout the quad silencing the crowd.

"Good morning students," my mothers voice getting the male crowd entranced as per usual. I even found some of the girls drooling. I looked over to see Bianca hitting Yoko before she glanced to me, her hand held up in a small wave. I simply nodded, hands clasped behind my back as my mother continued to speak.

"I will be your new Dean Morticia Addams," I felt a few pairs of eyes look my way. My intense glare sending them straight back to their business.

"It is with a bittersweet acceptance that I not only take the position of my late dear friend Larissa Weems but I also honor her with a statue to show our gratitude to a woman who was not into passionate but brave and selfless to our school." 

My mother gestured to my father who pulled a long skirt to reveal said statue it's shine reminding me of the odd way she seemed to see the best on everyone.

Larissa Weems was by far one of the most irritating individuals I had ever dealt with but she was also someone who was driven to seeing the best on everyone, and on some level I could respect that.

"We will also be integrating a new group of individuals into our group of Outcasts, so please join me in providing a warm welcome to the Ramirez siblings." The two teens stepped forward one boy and one girl. The boy was tall and lean, his sister around my height possibly a few inches taller. The boys green eyes scanned the crowd as the girls brown hid behind thick frames. He stood tall thanking my mother with a wide grin as his sister merely nodded.

"Please remember to be kind and to begin this semester with ambition and grace." I watched as my father held his hand out to help my mother down.

"Guess you won't be getting away with as much now that your parents run the school huh?" I glanced at Xavier scoffing.

"You're right I'll get away with a lot more."

I turned and began walking to the library when I had bumped into someone, my head snapping back as I felt paralyzed.

*Vision*

"I told you I didn't do it!" The Ramirez girl was being dragged into a jail cell, her brother watching from the outside. "LET ME GO!"

They had wrapped the girl in a straight jacket, the material far different than the usual cotton.

He turned to walk away my eyes catching sight of a burn on his neck.

*End of Vision*

"Sorry." He grinned down at me. I blinked at him. "I'm Elijah, but you can call me Eli."

He held his hand out to shake but I simply stared at it as he slowly lowered it back down.

"She doesn't really liked to be touched." Xavier towering over me as he spoke to the boy holding his hand out. "I'm Xavier Thorpe, that's Wednesday."

The two shook hands, I turned to go back to my room.

I glanced to see his sister sitting alone by a tree, feeling my stare she looked up at me.

I glanced to see the book she was reading

The Fall of the House of Usher

Interesting.

"How cool is it that your moms the new Dean?" I looked at Enid slightly annoyed.

"It's so cool." I deadpanned.

She grimaced before getting back to her usual preppy self.

"Come on Wednesday it won't be so bad besides she's announced that your father will be introducing a new class."

We walked to the first class of the semester to find my father standing in front of the chalkboard. The same room Laurel used with some slight modifications as I heard a hiss to the right of the entrance.

Enid and I sat down.

"Welcome to Herpetology."

My phone vibrating shortly after.

Unknown

Welcome back Wednesday

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It’s an idea I had please leave feedback if I should continue.🥺

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday #wednesday addams x fem!reader #female reader

[hunterscabin]

I Don’t Feel Anything Part II

Pairings: Sam x Reader; Dean x Reader

Summary: Sam and Dean cope with the guilt of your injuries, and Sam comforts you. 

Warnings: Injured reader; vulnerable Sam and Dean; angst; fluff; hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1k

Author’s Note: The sequel focuses on Sam's relationships with Dean and Y/N. In the spirit of my initial drabble, I tried to keep the word count under 1k, and the writing Gods shined upon me. Thank you for reading! 

I Don’t Feel Anything Part I

Sam returned just as Dean was laying you back down. He was about to ask if everything was all right when he saw his brother’s face. He'd never seen Dean that wrecked from crying. His eyes and nose were swollen and red, and his brow was tightly furrowed with an expression Sam had grown to know well in the days since they had found you; a relentless combination of anger and worry.

They each pulled a chair to either side of your bed. Dean sat down, arms crossed, and propped his feet on the bedside table. Sam could sense the feeling of powerlessness surging through his brother, but Dean’s defensive stance told him not to press the issue. Instead, Sam took up your hand and pulled it to his face, resting his cheek on your soft skin. He held you there for a moment before pressing his lips to your knuckles. Bringing your hand down, he leaned his forearms on the edge of your bed and began delicately, if not absentmindedly, playing with your fingers.

Sam and Dean sat like this for some time, the slow, constant beep of your heart monitor lulling them into a trance.   

"This is killing me." Dean shifted, bringing his feet to the floor.

Sam was pulled from his thoughts by his brother's unexpected confession, which was so quiet Sam wasn't sure if Dean knew he'd said it out loud.

"Look at her," he breathed. "She looks so small, so helpless."

Dean was right. You were a powerful hunter, and your typically strong and courageous presence made your weak and fragile state even more impossible to bear. 

"God, Sammy.” Dean ran a hand over his five o’clock shadow. “Four broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, a sprained ankle, countless cuts and bruises. Who knows what else they did to her." Both men shivered at the thought.

"Dean." Sam cautioned, anticipating his brother’s train of thought.

"It's my job to protect her, Sammy. I failed."

"It's my job too, Dean." The eldest Winchester looked up to see Sam discretely wiping the wetness from his eyes. "You're not the only one who failed her."

Dean let out a weary sigh. He dropped his legs from the nightstand and turned to his little brother. "This isn't your fault, Sammy."

"Then it's not yours either." Dean held Sam’s gaze before looking back to you and eventually hanging his head in defeat.

Sam was right. The three of you had split up countless times on hunts. You were beyond capable, not to mention extremely smart and resourceful. Everything had been routine up until the ambush. There was no way they could have anticipated, let alone prevented, your kidnapping.

"You should really go back to the bunker and get some sleep." Sam suggested.

"I don't think I can leave her, right now." Knowing he usually avoided his feelings, Sam welcomed Dean’s honesty. 

"I’ll be here,” Sam assured, "Plus, you stink."

Dean's mouth curled with the faintest smile. After considering his brother’s advice, Dean slowly and hesitantly stood to put on his coat.  

"Call me if she so much as moves." he demanded sternly.

"I will." Sam promised.

Sam had been watching you sleep for nearly an hour, and every so often, your dreams became fitful. As your face tensed, Sam would lean forward and take your hand in both of his. When that didn’t calm you, he’d run his fingers up and down your arm, cautiously avoiding your injured shoulder. If the sound of your whimpers rose above the whirring machines, he would lean in and whisper words of comfort in your ear.

Sam was leaned back in his chair when another nightmare took you, this one more violent and vivid than the others. Before he could reach your side, a loud yelp escaped your lips, jarring you awake.

You were still rooted in the dream when you felt two hands on your face.

“Please,” you pleaded in confusion, “Don’t hurt me.”

“Y/N.” Sam’s voice was steady and warm. “Y/N/N, it’s me. It’s Sam.”

Your eyes flit about the middle space searching for the familiar voice. The moment they found Sam, he leaned in and kissed your forehead.

“I’m right here, baby girl.” he soothed, brushing the hair away from your face and helping you to sit upright. “I’m not going anywhere.”  

Sam reached for the small, plastic pitcher your nurse had left that morning and poured a cup of water. He placed his hand behind your head for support and angled the straw toward your lips. After just one sip, you pulled back and grimaced, your throat still dry and swollen from the breathing tube that had been removed the day before. A frustrated tear fell from the corner of your eye.

"Y/N/N, what’s wrong?" Sam set down the water and moved his hand to your cheek, lightly stroking his thumb back and forth. "Are you in pain? I can call a nurse."

You shook your head "No" and rolled down from your pillows. You curled into Sam until you were laying sideways on the bed, your head resting in his lap. Your once silent tears now had a voice, and Sam’s already breaking heart shattered completely at your anguished sobs. He knew your suffering was beyond consolation, but that didn’t stop him from rubbing your back and softly stroking your hair.

You cried until there was nothing left. No tears. No emotion. No pain. When your breathing settled into a hiccuping staccato, Sam gently lifted you into his arms.

Those monsters had broken you, in every sense of the word, but as he held you close, Sam resolved to do whatever it took to make you whole again.

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[girl-next-door-writes]

Bittersweet Memories

Characters: Crowley x reader

Summary: Crowley makes the ultimate sacrifice, but not before discovering just how much of a sacrifice it actually is.

Word Count: 1022 words

Prompt: Mutual pining, a gentle kiss, blurted out confession under stress.

A/N: This little bit of angst is for the lovely @roseblue373  It’s been a hot minute since I wrote my favourite demon, and I can say that I have missed him.  There will not be a part two unless you want to go write one, and if you do then please tag me in it because I would love to see it.

If there was one thing Crowley was absolutely certain of, it was that life was rarely fair. The odds were always stacked. The house always won. In the incredibly long time, he had been on this planet, he had observed that fact over and over again. Yet, standing here in this moment, he couldn’t help but wish that wasn’t the case, that a demon in love could prove to be the exception to the rule.

He had known he was in love for years now, he wasn’t completely oblivious. At first, he had tried to deny it. The thought of a demon feeling such an emotion was ludicrous, but there was no other explanation for his feelings towards you. His desire to protect you, to be near you, to be the reason for your smile, was so overwhelming that he sometimes sat on his throne down in hell with an ache in his chest. Of course, he could never tell you any of this. Aside from the intense humiliation the whole situation would cause when you inevitably rejected him, it would not be fair to ask you to join him; wouldn’t be fair to ask you to give up your life for him.

The irony of that thought made the corners of his lips curl upwards slightly. The two of you would never have worked out anyway. It would be like asking a tree to blossom in the depths of winter, or for the sun to shine at midnight. There were a million reasons for him to love you, but he could not find a single one why you should love him. Loving you from the shadows was all he could do, and that had been enough. Now he had to hope that you could do this without him.

You stood beside Dean, eyes focused on Lucifer. Surely your favourite demon had a plan, that was the only reason you could think of for him antagonizing the former archangel. His snarky comments usually made you laugh, but right now all you could hear was the pounding of your heart.  In the back of your mind, it felt like there was a ticking clock, a countdown to something that would change everything forever. Your gaze flitted to Crowley, trying to memorize every detail of him as if you knew this would be the last time.

Crowley turned his head slightly, feeling you watching him. If he stayed, if he wavered in this moment, then he would only be in your way and he refused to be yet another obstacle for you to navigate. Better to go out swinging, right? This was for you. Everything he did was for you. Memories of the time spent by your side floated through his mind. Every time he had made you smile, each time his sarcasm had made you laugh, made a warmth bloom in his chest. He had no idea where he would go after this, was uncertain about the void he was about to willingly fall into, but he hoped that he could hold onto these memories, no matter how bittersweet they may be.

His eyes met yours, and he saw the moment you realised what he was doing. Your eyes clouded with tears he felt guilty you would shed for him. Who cries for a demon? You could do so much better than him, he was never what you needed, if anything, his friendship probably held you back. You moved to take a step towards him, and he shook his head, just a fraction, causing you to pause. He didn’t want you any closer to the psychopath than you already were. This was it. His last great sacrifice. His last time saving you.

Lucifer was taunting him, but Crowley couldn’t hear a single thing he said. His heart was torn between getting this over with and having that one last moment with you. He was reminded of all those stupid films you had made him sit through, the ones that made you cry, and it dawned on him that you needed a real goodbye. If he didn’t give you that then you would never forgive him, and he selfishly couldn’t allow that.

Turning his back on Lucifer, a dangerous move but one he felt apathetic about, Crowley strode over to you and cupped your face as a single tear escaped your eye. Wiping it away with his thumb, he gave you a soft smile.

“It’s time, kitten.” He whispered, maintaining eye contact even though his heart was breaking.

“No.” You whimpered, clinging to his jacket.

“That’s the thing about the good old days, you don’t realise you’re in them until they are over. It’s time for you to go get your happy ever after.”

“Not without you I can’t.” The tears were freely flowing now as you tried to hold yourself together, practically begging him not to do what the both of you knew he was going to. “I love you, you infuriating demon.”

Your confession hit him like a truck. You loved him. He was worthy of your love. The realization that this changed nothing, was like an ice cube dropped down the back of his shirt. You loved him, and he was leaving you forever.

Crowley had no idea how long he had stood there just gaping at you. A thousand thoughts sprinted through his mind and yet words escaped him, like early morning mist. Instead, he let out a soft sigh and pulled you close, his thumb grazing over your bottom lip before he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss there. Everything in his being suddenly felt at peace, and a smile grew as he pulled back.

“You have been the great love of my life. I want you to go find yours. Goodbye, kitten.”

He was vaguely aware of you screaming, of Dean moving to grab you as Crowley quickly made his way over to Lucifer, raising the dagger. His final thought, before the void took him, was how soft your lips caressed his and how completely human he had felt in that moment. His final thought was love.

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[gingersnap1620]

Make a Memory (Ch. 3)

Dean x F!Oc

Summary: Lillian is sitting in the dungeon when she gets an unexpected guest.

Warnings: Season 8-15 spoilers.

Word Count: 1.4k

Song:

My Alcoholic Friends

A/N: Chapter 3! Hope you enjoy! @gingernut1314 beta read this for me!

Dean

I walked out of the dungeon and started down the hall, trying to find Sam. I walked past Jack's room and was just about to turn the corner when the kid crossed my mind. 

He’d been in there a while…maybe I should check to see if he's still alive in there?

I turned on my heels and started back down the hall, knocking on his door. 

“Hey, Jack, we’re back.” I called to him. I waited for a minute before I heard some shuffling on the other side of the door. 

Jack has been having a rough couple of weeks, he hasn’t even left his room. 

I knew I wasn't going to get a response so I just walked away. I stopped by the kitchen to grab me and Sam a beer. Sam was sitting at the radar looking at something on his computer, so I sat across from him. 

“Here you go.” I handed the cold beer to Sam, who grabbed it without looking away from his computer. “What are you looking at? Porn?” 

“No,” Sam snapped, disgust pulling to his face, “dude--I’m researching her.” He twisted his beer cap off and took a swig.

“Oh, have you found anything?” Without moving his head, Sam glanced up at me. He was giving me that look. 

I hate that look.

“What? I'm just asking!” Sam chuckled and reverted his eyes back to his computer. 

“Sure, man, just asking.” Sam said sarcastically, still looking at his computer. I narrowed my eyes at him and took a swig of my beer. 

“I hate you.” Sam got a chuckle out of that.

Lillian 

I’m bored out of my mind.

This room is so weirdly built.

Did Dean not learn anything from the car experience? 

Are those enochian cuffs?

I can’t just sit here without anything to do. 

Shit--is that a witch stone? How did they get that?

I promise I'll go crazy by the end of the day.

Why didn’t they close th-

“Dean.” A booming voice called.

Whose that? 

“Sam?” The voice called again. The door creaked open, and standing on the other side was a man. He was wearing a suit and over top he had a tan trench coat on. He took a step forward so he was more in the light. He had black hair and two feathery wings--like ravens.

Wait.

Wings?

“You must be Castiel. The Winchester's pet angel.” He paused, titling his head in thought. 

“How do you know that I'm an angel?” He asked.

“You’re wings.” His face changed from confused to scared.

“Oh, alright.” I could tell he was trying to keep his voice as normal as he could. He then whipped around and darted down the hall. I could hear him screaming for Sam and Dean. 

Oops. 

I didn't mean to scare him. I thought it was pretty funny though. 

A couple minutes have gone by since the conversation I had with Castiel before I heard the door creep open again. This time it opened slowly. Once it was fully open I could see that there was another guy. 

Jeez, how many of them are there? 

He walked through the door frame and all the way to where the room changes from a storage room to the dungeon. I could fully see him now. He was young, maybe in his twenties. He was wearing a red crew neck and a pair of jeans. His hair was honey brown and his eyes were bright blue. 

I should also add that he's not human. I have no idea what he is though. He has brown wings--wings that shine like the rising sun.

He felt like an angel, but also like a human…but then the power radiating off him was nothing like I had ever felt before. 

He was…interesting. Very interesting.

“Hello!” He said in a chipper tone, holding up one hand almost like a wave but it was very stiff and unmoving.

“Hello…” 

“My name is Jack!” He now had a smile on his face. “What's your name?”

“Um…Lillian.” 

“Why are you in here? Did you hurt someone?”

“No…well, not on purpose.” He tilted his head slightly to the right and furrowed his brow. “I got a little carried away.” 

“I understand that. That happens to me all the time.” His chipper tune turned sore quickly. “Maybe a little too much.” He tilted his head down to the floor, almost like he was disappointed in himself. 

“What do you mean ‘a little too much’?” His head snapped back up at me.

“I always end up hurting people whenever I try to help.” 

“I highly doubt that's your fault.” I said, knowing too well how he felt. I used to feel like this until I realized that it’s not about me and all about what my power wants to do. “What are you?” His chipper attitude came back with a smile. 

“Jack!” 

…Not what I asked. 

I like this kid. He reminds me of my youngest sister, Lindsey. 

I miss her.

“It's nice to meet you Jack.” I chuckled, looking back up at him with a smile. He smiled right back. 

“Wait,” Jack said suddenly. “I have an idea. Stay here.”

“Couldn't move if I wanted to.” I huffed in amusement.

“Good.” Then he whipped around and walked back out of the dungeon.

A couple minutes passed and he came bouncing back in. Except this time he had something in his hand. It was something silver. Something that rattled like metal clanging together.

“What's in your hand?” I ask him, squinting my eyes to try and see it better.

“Keys.” Jack lifted his hand up showing me the key for the cuffs. 

Thank god.

“They’re letting you let me out?” I asked him as he unlocked the cuffs around my wrists and cut the ropes off my feet. 

“Oh no, they would never let me do that.”

Great.

“C’mon, you must be hungry. We have food in the kitchen!” I stood up, shaking my head out of amusement as Jack turned back around to leave the dungeon. I was quick to follow him, finding the halls brightly lit and tiled. Lining the walls were many dark woodend, numbered doors.

Once we got to the kitchen Jack showed me the fridge and the pantry. They were both empty, except for the stash of beers in the fridge, and the few ingredients they had in the pantry. 

“There is nothing here to eat. What do they feed you?” I asked Jack out of disbelief. 

“We mainly get take out. There's a bunch of places in town.” I shook my head disapprovingly.

“Here, I'm going to whip you up something yummy.” I opened the pantry and grabbed the only edible things in there which was a box of pasta, a couple slices of cheese, a whole bunch of bacon, and tomato sauce. 

Just as I poured the pasta into the pot of boiling water, Sam and Dean came charging into the kitchen pointing their guns at me. Their pet angel came rushing after them.

“Haven’t we been through this before boys?” Sam glances around the kitchen to find Jack sitting at the dining room table, that bright smile of his still plastered on his face.

“Jack?” Sam asked. I don't know why he was so surprised to see him but I just kept cooking the dinner I was preparing. “You’re out of your room?” 

“Yes.” He said matter-of-factly. “I like her.” He told the three of them as he pointed at me. 

“What are you making?” Dean asked, “I smell bacon.” 

“Pasta. I just grabbed what I found in this very empty kitchen and threw it together.” Dean and Sam looked at each other, before looking back at Castiel. 

“Jack, come here.” Dean waved Jack over before shooting me an obviously fake smile. “Give us one second.” Dean said, holding his pointer finger up empathize before leading Jack into the hallway. Sam and Castiel followed after them.

I shrugged, turning back, continuing to cook dinner.

Shortly after they had left, they came back in. Jack was quick to sit back down at the table and the other three sat down with him. I guess they decided to keep me, at least for a little bit. 

“Here you go.” I placed a bowl filled with pasta in front of each of them. I sat down next to Jack and in front of Dean. 

We ate dinner and talked. Dean made jokes that weren’t good but we all laughed anyway.

 I think I'm actually starting to like these guys. I've been by myself for so long that I forgot what it's like to have a nice sit down dinner…it’s kinda nice.

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[lailawinchesterr]

Part two, Kidnapping

Summary: The girls get the conversation they've been wanting four years for.

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"Hey, girls, how you holdin' up?" As Mel drives her beloved 69' Camaro convertible, the speakers of her car come to life with Bobby's voice. She turns up the volume.. The wind whips through her hair, the sun shining down on her as she cruises down the open road. She can't help but smile as she remembers why she got this car in the first place - the freedom and joy that comes with driving a convertible. The experience is like no other, and she's grateful to be able to enjoy it in her own classic ride.

"Doin' fine, Bobby. You?" she asks, hoping to convey her sincere interest in his well-being. Despite the sweetness of her tone, they both know that things aren't going well for either of them right now.

"Just peachy," he scoffs.

"Oh yeah?" She teases since it's the only thing she can do. Bobby's not a 'let's talk it out' kind of guy. She respects that.

"Yeah, idiots, quit worrying. Where you headed to?"

The younger one quickly steps in, "Check outside, old man."

Both girls smile at each other, quickly checking their back pockets through the leather of their jackets, and walk to the door.

"Hey, girls." Bobby half smiles as the door flies open, greeting each girl with a hug. "I've got company, but come in." They look at him with a strained smile. They truly loved Bobby with everything they had, but they needed to do this.

"I'm sorry, Bobby." Mary whispers and just as he's about to ask what's wrong, she takes the hand he had on her shoulder and forces them into handcuffs. His eyes widen but before he can yell for the two boys, Melissa slams a syringe full of a sedative into his arm.

The brunette slowly lets Bobby rest on the ground as she closes the door behind her and Melissa makes her way over to the living room to greet the Winchesters, but when she steps inside and it's empty, she halts in her movement, "Hello, boys." She smiles as she feels a shotgun to her head.

"Who are you, what have you done to Bobby?"

"Nothin'," she smiles sweetly but Dean doesn't seem satisfied because he pulls the trigger, not a single trace of amusement on his face, wish we could say the same about our sweet Mel though, "I don't know why you've got your panties in such a twist," she scoffs, still with her honey voice, "we love the old man, we'd never hurt him. It's just something to knock him out while we talk."

"Yeah? Well, talk." Dean's voice is, in Melissa's words, smokey, almost throaty, and sure, it does stuff to her but she's far from admitting it.

"I'm sorry, mister, but I don't usually talk with a shotgun to my head." Amid the chaos Dean had forgotten to tell her to keep her hands up as the hand on the opposite side from where he was standing reached into her back pocket for her knife and she pressed it to his throat.

"Hi, gorgeous. I'm gonna excuse your poor welcome on the fact that it's seven in the mornin', but we're gonna need you to cooperate now."

"Who the hell is 'we'?" Dean warned, apparently not getting the memo that he was the one being attacked.

"Me." Mary walks into the living holding Sam's hands behind his back. "I was just fetching a little souvenir."

"So," Mel muses, "now that we have that out of the way, let's all put our weapons down." She snatches the handgun from Dean and lets the ammo fall to the ground, throwing the gun even further.

She looks at Mary for confirmation and both nod, putting their weapons in their back pockets. The boys let out a sigh of relief.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Mary and Melissa Rhodes." The boys stare at them, waiting for further explanation.

But it clicks for Sam. "Wait, Rhodes? Like Carly and Loren Rhodes? Are you their—"

"They were our parents." Mary cuts him off, an edge to her voice Dean didn't seem to like. Mel didn't like the way the older hunter was looking at her sister so she took a step towards him so they were face to face, too close almost.

"You need to calm down. We have the guns here, we're the ones with the upper hand, you don't get to look at her like that. Not when you already killed our parents." Dean suddenly looks confused, walking back with his hands up in defeat.

"We didn't kill your parents, lady." Sam glares at him, then looks at Melissa with sympathetic eyes.

"We're sorry for your loss, truly. Our dad was at the funeral but we couldn't make it." Mel scoffs, a small laugh coming out as she puts a hand in her back pocket, probably to take out her knife but Mary quickly steps in to tell her to calm the hell down.

"Thank you, Sam, unfortunately, your adorable faces and pretty words don't make up for the fact that you did kill our parents. Chicago, August of 2007."

Sam seems to remember as he recalls the memory, "Right, we were working the demon case and we found a couple of other hunters, remember?" He asks his brother.

"Not ringing any bells." Melissa is nothing if not a hot-headed woman and she is certainly not beyond killing humans if they annoy the living hell out of her. So she does the obvious, throws Dean against the wall, her arm around his neck. Sam jolts towards his brother but the younger sister tsk's and holds his arm back.

"You're gonna be real respectful, Dean, you got that? We're not talking about a couple of vampires here, I'm asking about my parents, shut up and listen." He nods once and when she lets him go he pants looking at his brother with a this bitch is crazy look.

"Anyways," Sam continues, "we were on the hunt and there were more demons than we anticipated. We all ran out of there and we said we'd regroup the day after but they never showed up. They said they had an emergency with their daughters."

Mel furrows her brow in confusion and blurts out, "That can't be." Dean's gaze immediately darts towards his gun, which lies on the floor, and his blade is still tucked away in his boots, too far to reach in time. Mel notices, "Don't think about it, man."

"Yeah, well now you know we didn't kill them so—"

"Let's practice that respect I was talking about—"

"I'll be respectful when you and your girlfriend—"

"Sister, you asshole." They're both throwing insult after insult, comeback after comeback, and while Sam now has the opportunity to snatch his blade from his back pocket, he doesn't feel the need to, instead he watches the exchange.

"Only one of us is the asshole for holding two strangers hostage."

"You think you're mister tough? Mary slices through an inch of Sam's skin and you'll be screaming like a little kid." Her taunting makes Sam more aware, his hands slowly moving towards his back pocket but the brunette stops him, twisting his arm and he groans.

"Hey, you bitch!" Dean yells, but it falls on deaf ears and she goes a little harder, mostly because he tried something, but partially because she wants justice for her parents, and she isn't letting up.

"You keep your hands where I can see them, handsome." Her taunting proves to be much much worse than Melissa's and it makes the older sister proud. Dean though, he's this close to punching a girl and he isn't proud of it.

"Listen, sweetheart," With a scowl on his face, he confronts Mel, "I don't think I've ever hit a girl, but you will gladly be the first if you don't get the hell out of here."

"Big talk for someone who hasn't even checked whether or not me and my sister are human. I don't know what kind of hunters you are, but not the smart kind, I'll tell you that."

"That's enough," Sam tries, "we don't know what happened to your parents, they left before we saw them and that's the only time we've ever seen them. Ask Bobby."

"I'm sorry it came to this, Sam. I really liked you, but you already saw our faces, I hardly think Dean would let this go, right?" Dean almost growls at her, his face scrunched up and damn near breaking.

"We don't care, we don't kill people, of course we'll let it go."

"That might be the deal with you, but your brother's more than happy to take our heads. Besides, I'd feel infinitely better if you guys were dead anyway, principle and all. We've been doing our research the last couple of years and it turns out that what happened was that you left my mother behind with those demons while you dragged my dad out. The next day he also died while you guys defeated the demons. Which— yepee! Great for you, I'm sure you did lots of people a solid, but I'm not so certain I care. My parents have hunted with a plethora of hunters, some of the dumbest being on that list and no one has ever left them for dead, why do you think you could, huh?

"This whole, I'll protect you till the end of time bullshit you spew to each other, do you ever think that maybe you're hurting other people? You stopped Sam from locking every demon into hell. Every single demon! Do you know how many hunters would still be alive if you hadn't done that? Do you know how stupidly selfish you both are?"

Both men seem to have forgotten how to use their words, only looking at each other. After their silent conversation, Dean jumps into action, punching Melissa harshly so she loses consciousness. Mary screams when Dean knocks her sister out but quickly notices Sam's attempt at doing the same to her. She dodges it and punches him square in the face, and because he didn't expect it, the tall Winchester falls onto the floor and Mary picks him up to hold a blade to his throat.

"Stay back, pretty boy." She tells Dean, pressing it closer to his skin. He wants to ask how her grip is as tight as it is because he's twice her size but losing air faster than he ever has before.

"Hey, listen," Dean says slowly, walking towards him but when she takes a warning step back and almost draws blood, he stops. "I just wanted a conversation without your sister. Can we talk? Without the weapons. We don't even have ours." Mary considers it for a moment before looking down at the man whose neck she's holding.

"No, thanks. Dumah, get down here please!" Someone suddenly appears in the middle of the room. An angel, the boys recognize, though they don't know who.

"Yes, love." He takes a look around and begins to understand the situation. "Ah, Sam and Dean, I've heard a lot about you."

"All scary, I hope." Dean says with a slight smirk though he only does it to hide the fact that he's praying too. If angels came out to play, he has one up his sleeve too.

"None of the sort. All of Castiel's stories, who you're praying to right now, are wonderful. Castiel is taking care of an issue upstairs so I don't believe he'll be here. In the meantime, let's go somewhere."

And the Winchesters see black.

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[musclesaber]

Happy Birthday!

Part 2: 06/21

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Waking up after their argument, Dean and Connor have a reconciliation and find out Dean's birthday gift to Connor had some side effects that neither of them expected.

My body stirred in bed as light shined against my eyelids. My brain was still foggy from my slumber, but I stirred a bit as I tried to stretch my body in bed. It was a bit difficult with Connor’s arms wrapped around me, but I straightened my legs into Connor’s and yawned. I groaned as my eyes peeled open and the light made me squint. Blinking a few times to adjust to the light, I looked to my right and saw Connor still happily dozing. 

I shuttered a bit as a coldness hit my spine then I felt a big cock head pushing into the bottom of my back. “You must be having some dream big guy.” One thing I haven’t mentioned yet is that while Connor is significantly shorter than me and not as buff as me, he is one of the most hung men I’ve ever met. He has a 6 inch long soft dick and a whopping 9 inch long hard dick. There was a reason I called him Big Daddy.

“It was about you,” replied Connor with his eyes still closed. He yawned and opened his eyes with a smile. “Good morning, handsome.”

“Morning,” I leaned back and gave Connor a kiss on the lips, “stud.” I smiled and he kissed me back. “Did you sleep well?”

“This was the best sleep I’ve had in a long time Dean.” Connor wrapped his arms tight around my torso and squeezed me into his body. “I missed you.” He smiled and started kissing my face over and over and over again. 

“I missed you too.” I snuggled back into his grasp and he held me close to him as I turned my head back. I reached my arm up and interlocked my fingers with one of the arms wrapped around my chest. “So Connor, my excellent husband, what do you feel like doing today on your belated birthday celebration?” 

“Can’t we just stay here? I like this.” He kissed me on the back of my neck and I let out a soft moan as he continued. “Or maybe we could do something else?” He kept kissing my neck as his hands started rubbing my chest. 

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that. Maybe one of your gifts today can be my ass?” I arched my back and my hips grinded backwards against Connor’s cock as it twitched. 

“You did interrupt my dream when you were stretching. This only seems fair.” Connor grinded his hips forward and I felt his cock roll up my back. “And I still never got my cake.” He let go of my hand and I could feel him fishing around for his cock against my back.

“If I hadn’t found the shop that I got the muffin at, my ass was my next option for when I got home.” He felt his way to my ass and started to tease my hole with his finger. “But I didn’t think you’d want that again for the 4th year in a row.” 

“I’ll always love this ass. You can give it to me anytime you want, babe.”  He pushed the full head of his cock in and a moan escaped my mouth. “Dean! Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Connor immediately tried pulling out but I flexed my ass cheeks and kept him inside.

“It’s fine. Babe really. It’s okay. It’s just been a while since I’ve had all of Big Daddy inside of me.” I took a deep breath and adjusted to the massive head inside me.

“I’ll take it as slow as you need me to, Dean.” Connor tenderly started kissing me on my neck and my body shivered as my own morning wood started to come to life. Connor started to slowly push his cock into me. Taking it inch by inch and giving me multiple opportunities to adjust. “Let me know if I should stop.”

“Don’t, keep going,” I said through gritted teeth. I pushed my hips back and started to make his cock go deeper inside me. Another moan escaped my mouth as half of Connor’s cock was swallowed up by my ass.

“Are you sure? We haven’t had sex in a long time.” Connor pulled his hips back from me a little bit as I tried to keep him inside me.

“Exactly. It has been so long since I’ve gotten fucked by you. I miss it so much babe. Not to be needy during your birthday celebration, but can you just fuck me? Hard?” I asked and I looked back at him. He smiled at me then leaned his head into mine and we shared a passionate kiss.

“I love you so much.” He quickly grabbed my hips and slammed the rest of his cock into me so hard that the clapping of my ass cheeks could be heard by our neighbors. I moaned out so loud that it echoed through our penthouse. “If this is you being needy then please Dean, be as needy as you want.” I felt his hips pull back and his cock pull out of me just to feel it slammed back into me with full force.

“FUUUUUUUCK!” I moaned and grabbed the sheets of our bed. My cock was on fire right now and I hadn’t even touched it yet. Connor got into a rhythm with his thrusts and I could feel his big balls slapping against my ass. His massive cock hitting areas of my ass that had practically been untouched for so long.

“God I missed you. I missed you more than you could ever know Dean.” Connor’s hips started to buck faster and his cock was twitching aggressively inside me. 

“I missed you too Connor. I forgot how good it feels to fall asleep in someone’s arms.” I cry out more as my cock is leaking pre all over the sheets. “I’m so glad I have my big daddy back. I don’t ever want to leave him again.” I held on tightly to the covers as my cock started shooting cum all over my half of the bed. 

“I love you Dean.” Connor thrusted one last time into me and held himself against my back as he started cumming in me. I was shocked at how much cum he had stored in his dick. He fired shot after shot after shot into my ass. It almost felt never ending. After shooting a couple dozen shots of cum in my ass, his load sputtered out into nothing and his body relaxed onto mine. We were both panting heavily after our intense orgasms for a few minutes until Connor broke the silence. “That's the best sex we’ve had in years.”

“It was. I didn’t even touch my dick and I came all over the bed.” He released his grip on my hips and returned to wrapping his arms around me again.

“And I don’t think I’ve came like that in a long time either.” I give him a puzzled look.

“I don’t think you’ve came like that ever. Connor I actually feel bloated from how much cum is in my ass right now.” I put my hand down to my stomach and my abs feel even more invisible under my fat. 

“Well, think of it as a year's worth of pent up cum all at once.” Connor kissed me on the back of my head and laid his head against my shoulder. His hands ran down my torso to my belly where he tenderly rubbed it.

“Uh Connor? Not to be even more needy, but I, and the sheets, are covered in cum. Can I put these in the washer and go take a shower?” I raise the covers and see the damage I did to our bed and it’s everywhere.

“Oh yeah! Of course babe.” Connor pulled his dick out of me and I didn’t feel the usual wave of cum that followed it. “Actually, why don’t you go get in the shower, I’ll put these in the wash, then I’ll come and join you?” asked Connor as he pulled off the covers.

“That sounds lovely.” I sat up and kissed him. Trying to avoid the cum splatter I made on the bed as much as possible. “I’ll be waiting for you, big daddy.” I smirked then swayed my hips from side to side as I left the room. 

Connor stared at me walking away as he started to strip the bed and carry the sheets towards the laundry room. I got into our master bath and turned on our big shower. I let the water heat up as I brushed my teeth and wiped some of the cum off my torso. After waiting for the water to get steamy, I stepped inside and started to wash all the cum off of me. While washing my hair, I didn’t hear Connor slip into the shower behind me. I jumped a bit when he pressed his body up against mine. “How big was the mess we made?” asked Connor as he hugged me from behind and helped scrub cum off my belly.

“Not as bad as I thought it would be. Seems I was the only one who actually made a mess. Your cum just stayed inside me.” We looked down and saw my bloated midsection in the shower and his dick twitched again. 

“I did all of that? Wow, I really was pent up then if I gave you this belly.” Connor reached his hand down and rubbed my belly and I could actually feel some of the cum sloshing around inside.

“Babe, I’ve always had a little belly. But you might’ve made it a little bit bigger.” I turned around and leaned forward to kiss Connor, but something felt…different. I broke off the kiss and looked at Connor for a second giving him a puzzled look.

“What? Is there cum in my hair?” asked Connor as he put his head under the shower.

“No, just something looks different about you.” I stepped back in the shower and examined Connor’s body. “Are you taller? I hadn’t noticed until we kissed and I didn’t have to crane my neck down as far as I normally do.”

“Taller? What, are you trying to get me going again? Want me to pretend to be your big daddy growing taller than the house?” asked Connor as he flexed his muscles. I examined them closely as the water bounced off of them. His normal slightly toned body looked bigger too. Connor had had a swimmer’s body ever since we had started working out, but now he looked more toned and fuller.

“No Connor, I’m not trying to be sexy right now. I’ve been having to crane my neck down the same way for years to give you a kiss. I can recognize the difference.” Connor raised his eyebrows as he walked up closer to me. Normally the top of his head only came up to my neck, but now his eye level was at my neck. 

“What? I’m taller? How could this happen?” Connor examined his body and ran his hands across his muscles. “And these are bigger. I’m bigger!” The confusion in Connor’s voice was quickly replaced by excitement as he groped himself and admired how big he was.

“I…I…I don’t know what to say.” I stood there in the shower as Connor kept exploring the new bumps and bulges in his muscles. “Is it possible to have a growth spurt at 40 years old?” I asked as my face was still one of concern.

“Maybe when that 40 year old’s husband gets him a muffin that will make him “the biggest man in the room”?” Connor smiled and walked over to me to give me another kiss. 

“You think that’s what it is?” I grabbed at his muscles and they actually felt meaty in my hand. He grabbed my hand and put it on his pecs as he flexed. They were thick and actually had some heft to grab onto. 

“What else could it be? We’ve been going to the gym for months now and I’ve had no success whatsoever, but you bring home this muffin and it’s done more for me in one night than the gym did for me in a year.” Connor was beaming with happiness as he kissed me over and over and over again. “This is the best gift I could’ve ever gotten! I have the best husband ever.” He kept kissing me as I was still examining his body. 

“Well that’s a big difference from 10 hours ago when you didn’t want to see me at all.” I chuckled and returned his kisses. “I’ll have to run by that shop again and see if he has any more muffins to give to my big daddy.” It was my turn to let my hands poke and prod Connor’s new body. His string bean biceps had grown to the size of baseballs. I wrapped my arms around him and felt the rippling muscles across his back. He had definitely gotten a wider frame too from the muffin.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that. If one muffin got me this big, what would happen if you got me a whole basket of them?” I smiled and we shared another kiss. We held it for a long time as the water washed all over our bodies. 

“I’d buy you as many muffins as you can eat if it means getting you bigger.” I felt a nudge against my under belly and I knew what might happen next. “Ready for round 2 already?” 

“Not yet. I really wanna let this load build so I can see how much bigger I can make your belly next time.” Connor reached forward and rubbed my stomach. Occasionally squeezing his big cock.

“You got it. Whatever the birthday boy wants.” I smiled and reached down to feel his dick. Getting it in my hand, my fingers were barely able to close around it. I raised my eyebrow and looked down. “Um babe, I think I know why you felt so tight in me this morning.” Connor’s eyes grew wide as he looked down with me at his dick. 

“That grew bigger too?!?!” Connor was practically yelling with excitement as he played with his big cock. I took a step back and looked down at Connor’s massive hard on. It was hard to say since Connor was already so big to start, but I thought his dick did look like it was resting  higher up on his abs than it usually was. 

“Guess you actually are bigger than I remembered.” I looked down and got a good look at Connor’s balls and they had also grown bigger. They looked more swollen and engorged than they were before, but that might just have been the growing cum load.

“I am.” Connor was practically giddy as I pressed my body into his and we shared another kiss. “And as my next belated birthday activity, I’d like to know exactly how much bigger I am now.”

“I can make that happen. I’m just about done washing off so why don’t I get breakfast started, since a big man like you needs fuel for getting bigger, and I’ll get the tape measure for us to measure you later.” I kissed him and let the water pour down my face as I stepped out of the shower. 

“I love you,” said Connor as he gave my ass a slap as I left him in the shower. I grabbed a towel and started drying myself off.

“I love you too.” I walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen to get breakfast started. I went to our random cabinet in the kitchen and pulled out the tape measure and put it on the counter. I started getting pans and bowls out as well as all of the ingredients I’d need. 

“What’s my little chef cooking for me today?” asked Connor as he sauntered into the room. His soft dick slapping his thighs as he walked over to the counter and peered down at all the things I had gotten out. “Hmm eggs? Bacon? Sausage? Waffles? You’re making me all my favorites.”

“Considering I had bought all of this for yesterday when I was supposed to be cooking you your birthday breakfast, it’s only fitting that we have your birthday breakfast on your belated birthday celebration.” I leaned back and gave Connor a quick peck on the lips before firing up the burners. 

“Well I’m happy that I get to enjoy it. Even if it’s not on the right day,” said Connor as he gave my ass a firm slap. “Oooooo you got the tape measure! I brought the scale from the bathroom to get my weight too so we can see how much muscle I’ve gained! Hey, hey, hey Dean, look at this.” Connor grabbed my shoulder and pulled me so I could see him puff out his chest then flex his pecs. “I’ve never been able to pop my pecs before!” 

Connor looked like a kid coming down the stairs on Christmas flexing his newly grown muscles. I just smiled and grabbed his face and kissed him. “You’re so cute when you talk about your size.” I smile as we press our foreheads together then I go back to cooking.

“I can’t help it. I’ve been wanting to get big for soooooo long. I mean I never thought this would ever be possible!” Connor hit a double bicep pose as I set some bacon on a hot pan. 

“I know, big guy. But have you thought at all about how you got bigger?”

“It was your muffin. The one you bought from the store you were at last night. It grew me bigger over night. We discussed this babe.”

“Yes I know that, but how did it make you grow bigger? Like is this some kind of allergic reaction?”

“Oh hush. None of that.” He wrapped his arms around my waist again as I stirred the waffle batter. “I love you, but you can be a worry wart sometimes. Let’s just enjoy the fact that I’m bigger. Isn’t that enough?” 

“But what if this is abnormal growth like a tumor? Or like…synchronized tumors to make it look like they’re muscles.”

“Dean, what even is that?”

“I don’t know! But like you said I’m a worry wart. I want to make sure my big daddy is okay and not gonna blow up or something.” I pushed my ass back into him and I could already feel his dick had a little chub. 

“You’re the only one here that’s gonna make me blow,” said Connor with a wink. “But I know what you mean. You said you wanted to thank the guy who you bought the muffin from, right? How about we go down to that shop, you can thank him, I can meet him, you can learn if there are any negative side effects from the muffins, and I will buy out the rest of his stock of muffins.” Connor kissed my neck as I felt his cock press against my left butt cheek.

“I can agree to that. Do you want to go today?” I said as I poured waffle batter into the iron. 

“No, we can do that tomorrow. Today I want to enjoy my day with just my husband.” I press the batter into the iron and spin the bacon on the pan. “And we still have some measurements to take.” 

“Why don’t you weigh yourself now before you get absolutely stuffed from breakfast?” 

“That’s not a bad idea. I’ll do it before I do some serious damage to these abs.” Connor looked down and his abs tightened.

“If you think I have a bloated belly, just you wait. You’ll be round by the time breakfast is over.” I crack an egg and start frying it on a pan. 

“Just the way I like it,” said Connor as I smile and take the first plate of food to the table. 

“Dish number one, bacon. Or at least wave one.” I said as I winked at Connor.

“You know I’ll eat as much bacon as you put in front of me.”

“Babe, there aren’t enough pigs on the planet to satisfy your bacon needs.” I picked up a piece and took a bite of it. “I’ll be back with the next dish and wave two.” I turned on the ball of my feet and went back toward the kitchen. While I got back to cooking, Connor stood up on the scale. “And how much did you weigh before today?”

“125 pounds.” He stepped up onto the scale and looked down as the numbers blinked. I flipped a waffle out of the iron and put it on a plate as I started another. “I weigh 150 pounds!” yelled Connor. 

“150 pounds?!?! You gained 25 pounds overnight?” I was shocked and turned on at the same time as I looked at him caressing his muscles.

“I can’t believe it. This is awesome!” Connor jumped off the scale and ran towards me to tackle me with a hug. “Thank you for your gift.” He kissed me on my cheek and then ran back to the dining room to eat his bacon.

“You are very welcome babe. This is a gift we both get to enjoy.” I pick up another plate full of bacon and eggs to take to the table. “Wave number two of bacon and eggs in bound. Eat up, big daddy. A growing man needs his protein.” Connor wasted no time in shoveling the food into his mouth. Connor had never had a huge appetite, but now it seemed like he hadn’t eaten in days.

“Mmmmm this is all so delicious Dean. Thank you so much,” said Connor as he chomped on another slice of bacon.

“Only the best for my husband.” I was back to flipping, pouring, and stirring as Connor stuffed his face. I made many trips back and forth from the kitchen getting Connor food just as fast as he can inhale it. “I guess those muscles do need fuel.” I smiled and set the final plate of bacon down on the table as well as a small plate of everything for me I had off to the side. 

“Big guys need to eat big hun. Especially if I’m gonna ride this momentum of growth when I go to the gym. I’m gonna see how lifting will be now that I’ve gotten swole.” Connor grabbed at his hefty pec and squeezed it. Feeling the muscle harden into a rock in his hand then relax again. 

“I can’t wait. I’m sure with this boost, you’ll be seeing a lot more progress in the gym. Soon you’ll even be bigger than me.” I took a bite of my waffles and chuckled a bit. “Speaking of, I think it’s time we see how much bigger you got.” I pick up the tape measure and pull it tight.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Connor darted up from his chair and got his back up against the wall. “See how tall I am!” I smirked and got up from the table with the tape measure in hand.

“I have a guess of what you’ll probably be, but I wanna see if I’m right.” I went down to his feet and slipped one end of it under his foot. “Hold this for me.” I straightened my back and held the tape measure along the wall. “I was right. 5 foot 9 inches babe. You grew a whole 2 inches.” His face lit up again as I read the tape measure. 

“2 inches! I can’t believe it! I thought I was gonna be stuck at 5’7 forever.”  He held his arms up in a double bicep pose and turned so his arm was in my face. “Do my bicep next!” I snapped the tape measure up from under his foot and wrapped it around his bicep. 

“How much did they measure before your growth spurt?” He flexed his arm and was holding the peak while I positioned the tape.

“Don’t know. Never felt big enough to even measure.” I pulled the tape tight around his arm and read the number.

“12.5 inches. Wow, it’s like a softball’s stuffed in here.” I reached forward and squeezed it and it felt as hard as a rock. 

“It’s gonna be a volleyball soon.” Connor flexed again and the tape measure spread out in my hands.

“Make that 13 inches. An even baker’s dozen.” Connor jumped with joy as he put his arms down to his side. “Do my shoulders!” Connor was bouncing in his stance from how happy he was being bigger. 

I smirked and threw the tape measure around his back. “48 inches. Definitely bigger than before. I can tell you’ve gotten wider babe.” I grabbed his shoulders and squeezed the boulders.

“I’m just growing my husband some pillow pecs for him to sleep on.” Connor popped his pecs as I moved the tape measure down. “One day, I’ll be so big, I’ll be your whole bed.”

“I can't wait.” I put the tape measure against his big pecs and read. “33 inches. I’ll definitely be enjoying these pillows.” I fluttered my fingers onto Connor’s nipples and I saw him shudder with pleasure. “Let’s see what that waist is. What size pants have you been wearing these days?”

“A 28 in the waist. That hasn’t changed at all since going to the gym.”

“Well we’ll have to go clothes shopping since you now have a 32 inch waist.” I gave his supple bubble butt a slap as I let go of the tape.

“Tomorrow we’ll have to go out and get a whole new wardrobe that fits me. But I think we should get one more measurement before we go back to the bedroom.” Connor pushed his hips forward and jabbed his hard cock into my belly.

“Two more then I’ll take good care of you.” I released the tape measure from his waist and strapped it against his thick thighs. “I wanna see how big your other legs are before we get to your third leg.” I pulled the tape measure tight and I could feel Connor trying to flex his quads.

“I’ll need to learn how to properly flex now that I have muscles to flex with.” Connor slapped his other leg as I read the measurement. 

“26 inches babe. You do have some big legs.” 

“I’ve always been famous for my legs. Especially this one.” Connor swiveled his hips and slapped me in the face with his hardon. 

“I know, big guy. And now the moment we’ve all been waiting for.” I released the tape and put one end of it at the base of Connor’s cock. Running it up the shaft and to his head, I was shocked by the number. “Your dick is a foot long.” Connor was jumping with joy when I read the number off while I sat there in shock. “I had a foot long dick inside me, woah.”

“You’re damn right you did! My incredible husband!” Connor lifted me up off the ground and kissed me passionately. “And you took it like a pro. You actually were begging me for more.” He lifted me up off the ground honeymoon style and walked us back to our bedroom. 

“I know. And I still could’ve taken more.” I was still baffled by how big Connor had grown, but as we got to our bedroom, he threw me down on  the bed and towered over me.

“Then how about we start round 2?” 

#gay #growth #musclegrowth #size difference #getting taller #romance #measurements

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Confession: Destiel Month 5 Nov.

"Do you recall what you said to me in the Empty?" Cas asked.

established deancas, post 15x18 au, lil angst + schmoop for the 5th of November

Dean felt the spell finally vanish; of course he did. Physically, its disappearance was akin to a soap bubble popping, an ephemeral blink-and-you'll-miss-it. And oh, he did miss it: the emotion that swam to the surface was immediate and severe. He remembered, for the first time in many years, hanging from meat-hooks in Hell, the jagged metal that pierced his flesh and bound him taut, pain hotter than fire and colder than ice blotting out all other thought.

This wasn't that bad, surely? He bent himself in half to touch his palms to the living room floor. The couch squeaked beneath him as he tried to ground himself. He focused on the sound of one of the neighbors laughing in the yard next door, an airliner passing far above, a squirrel fussing at another squirrel.

"Are you all right?" Cas asked, voice low as he put a palm on the back of Dean's neck.

Dean let him ease his hand down his spine and sat up. "Yeah. Yeah." He knuckled away a tear that was threatening to spill. 

"Dizzy? Nauseous?" Cas's eyes were full of concern. 

"No, I'm fine. Scout's honor." Dean quirked a quick half-smile. "Hey." He paused, catching Cas's gaze. "Lookin' good." 

Which wasn't a lie in the least, but Cas made a small huff. "I'm not supposed to say you look terrible."

"I don't look terrible, I look sleepy," Dean countered, shifting his gaze away. "Nap had bad vibes, is all."

"Dean–"

"The spell," Dean said sharply. He exhaled when Cas didn't respond. "The, uh. The thread snapped a minute ago, like Rowena said it would." He couldn't look at Cas so he studied his clenched fists. "So nothing's." His voice shook. "Nothing's got you tied to me anymore." He tried to smile. "Should be a relief, for you."

The silence gaped wide as a canyon, ate up the neighbor, the planes, the squirrels. Only Dean's stuttering breath remained. He stayed as still as he could – you can't move, John would've said, or it'll find you – and ignored the salt water raining on his stupid goddamn cheeks.

He startled when Cas began to drag him, carefully, backwards on the couch, until he was wrapped in Cas, his head tucked under Cas's chin. They fit together snug as puzzle pieces. The first time, over a year ago, it hadn't even been a surprise to find out how good it was to be held by Cas, and it was that lack of shock that had made Dean sob. He was close to sobbing now, with Cas's hands rubbing warmth into his arms. 

"Do you recall what you said to me in the Empty?" Cas asked. His conversational tone of voice made it sound like a rhetorical question; Dean was too shaky to answer regardless. "'You're coming, that's final. Nobody gets left behind.'" He paused to gentle his fingers through Dean's hair. "You repeated yourself. I don't mean, you said something you'd said to me once in Purgatory. I mean, you said what you always said, when you came to rescue me." 

A trickle of confusion needled its way into Dean's brain. He shifted to be able to look at Cas, his ear resting against Cas's shoulder. He let the question show.

"In the Empty, I dreamt about you trying to rescue me. Over and over. You rescued me a hundred times. Jack rescued me a hundred more." Cas swallowed. "Even Sam rescued me a couple of times." He gave a little laugh. "And the darkness would swallow us back up, every time." He kept Dean's head cupped in his hand. "So. You'd said what you'd said before, and before.

"And I said, 'I understand.' Every time. Because I knew my line too." Cas smiled, even though his eyes were beginning to shine with tears. "I knew it didn't much matter, since you – and Jack, and Sam – weren't really there. But I went along with it.

"This one time, though." His smile faded. "You didn't play your part. I was just waiting for the inevitable conclusion, the foregone ending, and you– You did something new. You didn't even wait for me to stand up–"

Dean hadn't. The Empty's thick fog had been wound around them like wet wool, like sludge, like every blood-slickened Hell-memory he'd ever wept over in his worst nightmares, and Dean had known Cas would say the right thing but attempt, as ever, to do the noble thing by sacrificing himself – or, in this case, staying sacrificed. Staying in the Empty for eternity, after it belched Dean into the waking world again like a wad of phlegm from its nasty maw. Dean wasn't proud of much, but he was proud of having learned that he would absolutely trust Cas in any and everything except for his having any sense of self-preservation.

"–before you were cutting our palms and reeling off that spell." Cas's fingers resumed their massage of Dean's scalp. "Turns out there were things stronger than the Empty."

"Jack helped. Sam too," Dean said hoarsely. "And Rowena, you know."

Cas nodded. "You remember what I told you when we fell through the portal unceremoniously into the bunker hallway?"

"Ouch?" Dean guessed. He was curious since, in fact, at the moment he didn't remember.

"I took your face in my hands and said, 'You are the most beautiful sight I've ever seen.'" Cas managed, somehow, to sound honest, earnest, sentimental, and matter of fact all at once. "I wasn't lying then, and I'm not lying now: you're still the most beautiful person I've ever known, and I love you. I am in love with you, irrevocably."

Dean's face in the present was suddenly hot like lava and though he was glad of the late afternoon shadows in the room, those did nothing to banish the ache of tears in his throat. "I didn't mean to tie us together, with the spell," he whispered miserably. "I conjugated the fucking verb wrong."

This was a point of some contention, since he had said the spell fast, before Cas could slip away, before the Empty could sever them apart. His mistake might not have been a conjugation one. He might've used the wrong verb altogether. Dean's memorization skills were first rate, usually. His fear had made his teeth chatter; he nearly dropped his blade; dumb luck he'd been able to say any useful part of the spell Rowena had cobbled together from a half dozen terrifying grimoires. His grip on Latin was maybe not as precise as Sam's. Ego animas nostras ducere. Coniungo animas nostras. Animabus nostris iungo. Whichever he'd said, he'd intended: Cas was coming with him, bodily, out of the Empty.

What the spell – its own tricksy entity – meant was, they were bound together as soon as the words pierced the deadened air and he'd laced his bloody fingers through Cas's, and he and Cas remained that way when they crashed onto slightly dusty concrete.

He'd felt the spell like an extra pulse beneath his skin, right up until a few minutes ago. Rowena had thought it would dissipate more quickly since the spell was powerful, sleek, and unstable outside of its original purpose. Dean wondered if his own fucked-up'edness had kept it in place longer.

"The spell never bothered me," Cas said softly. "But I also never needed it as an excuse to stay with you. Please–" His voice crackled. "Please tell me you know that. I'm not going anywhere unless you ask me to leave."

Dean gathered every lousy bit of courage in his heart and mind and eased himself up, pulling Cas alongside him on their ratty couch. He kissed every word he couldn't say yet into Cas's mouth; he smiled to feel Cas's fingers digging into his thigh possessively. The kisses were fierce at first and slowly became more tender. Dean held on. Cas didn't pull away, and it still felt like a miracle. Maybe it always would. Dean sorta hoped so.

Staring into Cas's dark eyes and unable to stop himself, Dean whispered, "Marry me?" As soon as he said it, he knew it was too needy, but he'd barely formed that pathetic thought before Cas was answering, "Yes, yes," with one kiss for each yes and then another that seemed like its own unbreakable spell, as final as a ritual forged in blood.

"I love you," Dean said, and kissed his husband again.

#destielmonth #destiel #deancas #spn #fic #snippetfic #destielmonth23

[thatfanficbookishgirlie]

Dean Winchester x Reader: Imagine comforting Dean after Ellen and Jo’s Death (repost/I wrote this years ago)

Imagine comforting Dean after Ellen and Jo’s death

Couple: Dean x Reader

Sam was inside with Bobby after all that had happened. Ellen and Jo had perished in the explosion and Lucifer was here.

Castiel was gone too.

And you did not know what to do.

Silence had remained from the trip back to Singer’s Salvage Yard. Sam did not say a word neither did Dean.

It was killing you.

You had been in love with Dean Winchester for as long as you could remember. And it hurts to see him like this.

So angry.

So defeated.

So not him.

Watching him as he stood in the yard near Baby, leaning against her hood. He stood slumped and staring down at the ground. A few empty bottles tossed to the side.

Then a loud booming sound was heard. Cracks of light shone through the darken sky represented the angered and defeated mood of the oldest Winchester.

The thunderstorm roared as sharp droplets of rain fell. You shook your head in annoyance as you noted the thin coat and shirt he wore.

Dean would get sick. And he would be difficult. The oldest Winchester brother hated the feeling of being a burden to others.

Not that he would ever be a burden to those around him.

You rushed over to your makeshift closet and grabbed two coats: both suitable for this weather.  The staircase creaked as you made your way down.

“It’s okay Sam. I got him.” You voiced your intentions out to the younger Winchester as he came out of the kitchen.

“Are you sure?” Sam voiced out quietly as possible. You nodded and moved toward the door.

Opened and closed the door quickly as the beginning of the storm. You noticed little lights shining from their hidden stops around the yard.

The moon was bright tonight. It was as if the moon was offering comfort over the loss of Ellen and Jo.

And in your line of vision, there he stood. The light brown coat was soaked through and a shade darker. His hair wet and fell in front of his eyes as he kept his eyes on an empty bottle in his hand.

“Dean?” You barely recognized your own voice. It was rather soft than usual. You stood a few feet away yet still in front of him.

“Y/N?” His voice dropped into a sickly and grievous rasp when he looked at you. His light eyes were dark with tears pooling and red around the edges it was as if he had been crying the whole time.

You let out a gasp as he almost fell while walking toward you after dropping the bottle. Your small arms wrapped around his slumped shoulders as he rested his head in the crook of your neck.

“Sh-sorry.” He slurred as he dragged you down to the ground with him. You sat awkwardly with him in your lap. Your back was resting against an old mustang and he was in-between your legs.

The strands of his dark, wet hair tickled your chin as you held him to you. “Dean? It’s cold and raining out. We need to be inside.”

“I can’t.” He murmured quietly into your neck—while his breathe heated your wet skin. You sighed before carefully grabbing the larger coat for him.

“Dean, please put your coat on,” You asked as you wrapped him into the coat as if he was a petulant child, “Arms through the sleeves please.” You begged as he begrudgingly did it.

When he was fully covered and warmed by the coat, you quickly wrapped yours around you. The rain had stopped but the thunder had remained.

The loud booms of thunder rang through the moon lit night. You were thoroughly soaked as well. “Dean, the rain stopped and we need to go inside.” You smiled softly at him.

“I want to stay,” Dean said softly, “It’s hard to be in there. Ellen and Jo…” His voice dropped as he looked up at you.

“I know, love, I know. It’s hard.” You gently said to him. Looking down at him in your embrace—so defeated.

“But you will get through this,” You added—dropping a kiss on his forehead before adding, “We’ll get through this. I know we will.”

“R-really.” Dean heaved out a huge sob that rung loudly in your ear. His head resting on your shoulder slumped. As a single tear fell.

“Yes. You are Dean Winchester. You are a Hero. You are the loving older son and brother.  You are human. If anyone can get through this—it’s you.”

“It still hurts.”

“And it will. But that’s fine. You don’t have to be unemotional all the time. Sometimes, letting go like this is enough. I am proud of you.” You watched the way your words had affected him. Your eyes were teary but not the way his were.

“Sam is proud of you. Bobby is proud of you. Cas is proud of you. Ellen and Jo are proud of you. We’re proud of you.” You added and that’s all what it took.

Tears pooled yet one fell. Dean took a gasping breath as if he had run out of air when he sobbed and the water broke out—tears fell one after another. You brushed your hand through his head while the other rubbed circles on his back.

“Thank you for this (Y/N).”

“It was no problem Dean.”

Fin.

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