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Summary: sam finds you unable to fall asleep, drowsiness turns into sweet confessions

Pairings: sam winchester x reader. height difference implied. childhood friends!

warnings: fluff, cursing, shirtless sam cuz yeah that's a warning in itself, no use of (y/n), not edited at all bro-

word count: 1.4k

notes: RAHH i don't like this one very much but its cute and i was kicking my feet while writing this.

the night was cold, too cold. even though you felt sam lying beside you, you couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard you tried. perhaps it was intrusive thoughts of the last hunt, loud, blaring thoughts. or maybe it was the uncomfortable motel bed you still haven't gotten used to like the two brothers.

you shift, eyes falling to the clock on the bedside table first. 3AM. a groan leaves your lips at the sight because you knew you had to be back up in about 3 hours.

but then your eyes fall on the beautiful man sleeping next to you in bed. you see, there were two twin XL sized beds in this musty motel room. sam didn't want you to take the pull out and you didn't want him to either so you ended up agreeing on sharing the bed while dean slept alone on the other.

you didn't mind, it was an excuse to lay next to your crush. but after 3 hours of restlessness, you regret it because now you feared waking him. 

you sit up, rubbing your drowsy eyes and sliding your legs out of the bed. you don't see sam unconsciously stirring on the bed as he feels the absence of your warmth gone even in his sleep.

fixing your sleep shirt and the gym shorts you threw on to sleep,you stand up from the bed and wobble over to the sliding doors of the motel’s balcony; bare feet platting against the cheap tiled floor.

you discreetly open the balcony door, you cringe internally when it creaks as it slides just enough for you to fit your body through it while barely making a sound.

the cold night air hits you like the most comforting wave, making you hug your torso when you lean your elbows on the railing.

you think about the recent events that have unfolded since you joined the winchesters in their hunting. the constant brushes with death, the gruesome sights youve seen. you always felt tense nowadays, like your body was stuck in this permanent trance of fight or flight. it made sleeping harder.

a few moments, the peaceful silence is interrupted when you hear the balcony door slide further open with another creak. you whip around just to meet sam’s eyes, a soft smile spreading across your face.

“hey…why are you awake?” you ask cautiously, turning only halfway to look at him.

he was holding the blanket along his chest for modesty, still shirtless under the soft cloth. “i could ask you the same…” he mumbles, hoarsely, his sleepy voice stirring a pleasant feeling in your chest. he walks up to you, standing in front of you by the railing. “something wrong?...” the way he says your name so kindly sends a wave of reassurance and comfort through you. it reminded me why you loved him so much. that was a scary thought though so you pushed it away. 

“just couldn't sleep” you say truthfully, there was no point in lying to him anyway. he nods in understanding, tugging the blanket around himself.

in a swift motion, he drapes the blanket over your shoulders and his own so you're sharing the warmth but he maintains a respectable enough distance from you so he doesn't make you uncomfortable. part of you wanted to be closer. no all of you. you'd be lying to yourself if you haven't imagined laying on his chest, cuddling up to him.

he knew how stressful this has all been for you, you've been friends since diapers and he knew you better than anyone. he could tell how you were feeling with a glance, and vice versa.

but this whole hunting thing was still new to you, it was still scary. and he didn't blame you. “i know you too well to believe in, ‘just couldn't sleep’” he muses under his breath

the protectiveness he felt for you drowning the tired ache in his muscles.

“im just a bit shaken up…” you admit in a soft whisper, keeping the stillness of the night. “im still not used to hunting things. seeing all that you see every day.” 

he nods shortly, tilting his head down slightly to meet your gaze. “mhm…i understand.” he was once in your position. when his brother called him to hunt again, to continue the family business. it was unnerving. but hes developed thick skin after everything hes been through, he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or bad thing. 

“but you know id always be here, right..?” he breaks the still silence once again. your heart pumps loudly in your ear at his words and the promise that came with them.

you look up at him, eyes narrowing but landing on his own. its like this magnetic pull, overwhelming but pleasant. “yeah…yeah i know” you whisper, you hand brushing against his. it felt like sparks. you didnt want this moment to end, not so soon. “i just felt so scared today. when that thing attacked…i just- i thought i was going to die” you say with a humorless chuckle, shaking your head.

sam softens, concern and care written all over his face as he looks at you. that was his biggest fear about having you hunting with him; you getting hurt. or worse, dying. it killed him to even think about it.

with a hesitant hand, he reaches up and lifts your chin with his index finger and his thumb. the way he whispers your name catches your breath. “...i don't know what i’d you if something happened to you.” he whispers sincerely.

his eyes tell you he wants to say more, but he hesitates. “what?” you urge, tilting your head up and to the side to follow his gaze. 

sam knows he feels deeply, but he feels wrong expressing it. “its just…i just care deeply about you, you know?” he mutters carefully, every single word he was saying was meticulously chosen. 

you shift your body, facing him completely now. you reach up, plucking his hand from you chin to hold it tenderly; lacing your fingers with his. you stayed silent, but your eyes urged him to keep going. there was a bubbling in your stomach that hinted at what he was trying to say, so you waited.

sam gulps, mirroring you and facing you as well, neck craning down to meet your eyes. his palms felt sweaty, eyes darting to every corner of the world except your eyes. “i like you” he blurs out, but a few beats later feels stupid.

‘like’ felt like something you'd say to your high school crush, not the person of your dreams. he curses under his breath, running a hand through his hair anxiously. “no-no…i…jesus fuck- i love you. i love you.” he continues, finally meeting your eyes.

in his head, you wouldn't believe him unless he was looking into your soul for dear life. “i tried to stop feeling this way, but i cant. youre all i think about, day in and day out. my person, and god- i cant live without you. just the thought of it makes me-” you cut him off with a hug. 

your arms wrap around his bare waist, pressing your cheek against his chest as the blanket around you both cocoon you safety together. you can feel the steady beat of his heart against your skin, his warmth radiating to you. he melts into your touch, pressing his lips against the top of your head. 

the weight of the feelings settle, and even after your silent confirmation that you reciprocate those feelings. he still wanted, no needed, to hear it coming from your sweet lips. “...you love me too?” he eventually asks, leaning back just enough to look down at you.

you look up at him, offering him a playful but awe full smile. “of course i do…” you mumble. your hands slowly travel up his sides, caressing him and stopping on his cheeks. your thumbs gently rub across his cheek bones, pulling his face down slowly, giving him more than enough time to back out if he wants to.

but he doesn't. in fact, he meets you in the middle for a tender kiss. it felt cliche, but your felt sparks flying between you. even though the kiss was slow, sweet, it was exciting. the idea of kissing your best friend after years of yearning, it was almost like a reward. 

you pull back slightly, disconnecting your lips and taking sharp breaths. he rests his forehead against yours, you return it. a soft chuckle escapes your lips, and he echoes it. the weight of years being taken off of your shoulders. “god, we we're screwed” you mumble with a giddy grin, earning another lighthearted chuckle from him.

you knew damn well so much more change would come upon you, but this time, it wasn't bad change. it wasn't scary. because you had sam.

(divider by @kodaswrld)

Omg, thank you so much <3 That is literally the cutest thing I've ever fucking read!

sam’s shy gf headcanons. s.w. ₊˚⊹⋆

sam winchester x fem! reader

ᰔ summary: general shy dating hc again!! spoiler; sam is the softest, most patient boyfriend ever. he understands your awkwardness, your shyness, your nervousness—all of it—and he loves you for it.

⤿ warnings: lots of cuteness, emotional moments/support, comfort!! soft boy affection overload, sam being the gentlest giant to ever giant, safe relationship energy that might make you cry, pre-established relationship.

⤿ notes: on the request of the sweet @everythingisaspectrum!! sorry this took so long (╥﹏╥) for anyone worried on the taglist who signed on just for dean, just hit me up and ill make sure to not tag you on any other characters. plus the taglist got an update!!

HE DOES GROCERY SHOPPING IF YOU’RE TOO STRESSED.. But not in a ‘ugh, fine I’ll go’ way. No, this man is walking out the door with a list you scribbled and texting you stuff like “Do you want the strawberry yogurt or the peach? I forgot which one’s your favorite :(“

HAND-HOLDING IS HIS FAVORITE THING EVER.. He knows you’re shy about PDA, so he never forces it, but when you do reach for his hand? Oh, he cherishes it. He’ll squeeze your fingers gently, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, completely focused on you.

LOVES HEARING YOU TALK ABOUT THE THINGS YOU LOVE.. Even if you’re shy, when you finally start opening up about something you’re passionate about? Sam is so happy. He’ll listen intently, nodding along, asking questions— just completely mesmerized by how cute you look when you get excited.

SAM READS TO YOU.. Like actually, out loud. You’re laying in bed, curled up under a blanket, and he’s got a book in one hand, your hand in the other. He has the most soothing voice ever and every few lines he’ll glance over at you with the softest smile like, “Still with me, sweetheart?”

LOVES IT WHEN YOU GET SLEEPY AND CLINGY.. If you ever get too tired to keep up your usual shyness and just snuggle into him, Sam is in heaven. He’ll wrap you up in his arms, stroking your hair, whispering, “You can fall asleep, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”

HE KEEPS A LITTLE MENTAL LIST OF THINGS THAT MAKE YOU ANXIOUS.. Crowds, loud places, random new people — he notices and makes plans around it. If you’re ever somewhere you don’t like, he’ll quietly lean over and whisper, “Want to head out, babe?” And if you nod? He’s already guiding you out like a prince in plaid.

HE LEGIT BRAGS ABOUT YOU IN PRIVATE.. Like, if he’s talking to Dean or someone he trusts, he gets this dreamy little smile and is like, “She’s shy, yeah… but she’s got the biggest heart. Smartest girl I’ve ever met.” He’s so down BAD.

WHEN YOU’RE OVERWHELMED, HE GIVES YOU HIS HOODIE.. And i mean, immediately. You’re not even asking, he just sees you getting overwhelmed and wordlessly tugs it off, wraps it around you, and kisses your hair. Now you smell like him and feel safe.

SAM IS OBSESSED WITH YOUR VOICE WHEN YOU TALK JUST TO HIM.. You might be quiet around others, but when it’s just the two of you? When you’re cuddling and whispering things only he gets to hear? He treasures it. He’ll literally say, “I love your voice. It’s like… peaceful.”

HE NOTICES EVERY TINY CHANGE IN YOUR MOOD.. You don’t even have to say anything; he can just tell. He’ll come up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, rest his chin on your shoulder and softly ask, “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

HE HAS A BABY VOICE, JUST FOR YOU.. Not like silly-baby talk, but that extra soft, affectionate tone that only comes out when he’s holding you close or waking you up in the morning. “C’mon, sweetheart… time to get up. I made your tea.” Like PLEASE he’s your emotional support giant.

HE’S SO GENTLE WHEN YOU’RE UPSET.. If something’s bothering you, he’ll never push you to talk, but he’ll always make sure you know he’s there. He’ll rub slow circles on your back, murmur soothing words, and just be there until you’re ready to open up.

SAM LOVES WHEN YOU PLAY WITH HIS HAIR.. You’re shy about touching him, but the first time you nervously threaded your fingers through his hair? Sam melted. He closed his eyes, leaned into your touch, and let out the softest sigh. Now he begs for it. “C’mere, baby. Just for a minute.”

YOU HAVE A SAFE WORD FOR SOCIAL EXITS.. Sam came up with it. Like if you’re somewhere that’s draining you, all you have to do is say the word (maybe something dumb and cute like ‘moose tracks’) and he’ll immediately get you out, no questions.

HE WRITES YOU NOTES.. Like little sticky notes with stuff like “Drink water today, babe <3” or “I miss you, even if you’re just in the next room” and sticks them where you’ll find them. Your journal, your laptop, the fridge, your pillow, everywhere.

HE FINDS YOUR AWKWARDNESS SO HOT.. Like when you try to be flirty but your voice shakes? Or you avoid eye contact after saying something bold? Sam is grinning so hard. He’ll bite his lip and softly say, “That was really cute. Keep going.” and you’re immediately done for.

IF YOU CRY, HE’S IN FULL ON SOFT MODE.. No panic, no ‘don’t cry’ BS. He just holds you close, rocks you gently, and says stuff like, “Let it out, sweetheart. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” Literal human comfort blanket.

HE NEEDS A KISS BEFORE BED.. Even if it’s just a shy little peck. And if you’re being all bashful and hiding your face under the covers? He’ll laugh softly and coax you out with kisses to your hands. “Don’t hide that pretty face, baby.”

HE BUYS YOU BOOKS THAT REMIND HIM OF YOU.. The titles are always something like “Quiet is Beautiful” or “Loving Someone Soft” or just some cheesy romance novel with a blushing heroine. He always scribbles a note inside like “Saw this and thought of you. You’re my favorite.”

HE LIVES FOR THE LATE NIGHT CONVOS.. You’re in bed, half-asleep, and you whisper something like “do you think the stars look different in heaven?” and this man is suddenly wide awake and in full philosophical mode, holding you and telling you what he thinks while stroking your arm.

HE TOTALLY PICKS UP ON YOUR SOCIAL ANXIETY AND SUBTLY HELPS YOU OUT.. If you’re in a conversation and get flustered, Sam will gently step in without making it obvious. He’ll steer the conversation smoothly so you don’t feel pressured to talk too much, all while giving you reassuring little touches, like a hand on your back.

SAM OFFERS YOU HIS JACKET WITHOUT YOU ASKING.. Cold? You get the jacket. Nervous? You get the jacket. Just existing in the world? Guess what, you’re getting the damn jacket. It’s like a hug from him, and you know he gets a little weak seeing you wrapped up in it.

HE NEVER LETS YOU DOUBT HOW MUCH HE WANTS YOU.. You’re quiet and might have moments of thinking you’re too awkward or not enough. Sam sees it immediately and pulls you into the warmest hug, whispering, “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, sweetheart. Don’t ever think you’re not.”

ADORES THE WAY YOU TUCK YOURSELF INTO HIS SIDE.. Like a little shy koala. If you ever burrow into him, face in his chest, holding onto his flannel? He’s DONE. He’ll just wrap you up and murmur, “God, I love you so much.”

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Shatter

Event: Angstpril 2025 ; hosted by @chaos-company Fandom: Supernatural Ship: Castiel x Dean Winchester | Destiel Rating: T Tags: My boyfriend said it ouch in a good way (he said I can quote him on it)

It will forever be one of Dean’s biggest regrets. Not saying anything, taking the time to process what was actually said, and not responding—not reacting in any way. Cas had said the words so softly that Dean wasn’t sure what it was, until the words branded themselves in his brain. Something he’d never be able to wash off or forget.

I love you

That was what left Cas’ lips. He could feel the anguish from the angel more than he could hear it. The words spoken as a last resort. His way of letting Dean into the deepest parts of him yet unexplored by any mortal being. Parts that Dean had subliminally been begging for over the years they’d spent together.

Little echoes of Cas’ voice lingered, when the man himself didn't. Dean tried to convince himself that it wasn’t Cas’ choice. That nobody could have foreseen him being swallowed into Hell as the conclusion to the story, and Dean knew. He couldn’t go back there. He had a one free access pass to Crowley’s domain and he had already used it.

A year before when a demon pulled Cas away from Dean. Again in a situation just like he was faced with right then.

Dean could hear the crack when he fell to his knees in that dusty warehouse. The place that was forever immortalised as where their story began—and ended. No interlude, no body of work. Just Cas saying those wretched words that Dean had waited for. Begged for. Dreamed about.

He stared at the spot where Cas was standing only moments before.

Saw the tears that glimmered as he said the words an angel was banned to speak. But, for Dean, he let go of propriety yet again.

The moment was akin to a heated blade searing its way into Dean’s stomach. On the inside there would barely be a mark to show what he had gone through, but god. The pain.

His throat felt raw and it was only when he felt Sam’s hand on his shoulder that he realised it’d been him screaming. Yelling out for an angel no longer there, a miracle that was never his for the taking.

A prayer that wouldn’t get answered.

“I love you too.” Words that he whispered so soft, with only himself and Sam as witnesses to the weighted statement. One that Cas would never hear.

And what tore Dean apart was that now, with only Crowley and kin for company, Cas would never know how loved he really was. How highly ranked he really was in Dean’s head.

That all the sacrifices and deviance from his path had never been for nought.

That he was who Dean turned to in times of need and elation.

“I LOVE YOU.” The second time he used all of his strength to scream. All the feelings that he’d bottled up under the guise of needing to get the job done, and that they weren’t ready, flowed into his voice. And for only a second, he could pretend that Cas heard it.

That he wasn’t too late, and that Cas would come back.

For a second. He could believe that it would be alright.

Idea for any Sabriel fic writers out there, Gabriel can make clones of himself. We know this people, so why can’t I find any fics fluff or smut or otherwise about Sam dealing with Gabriel’s clones. They can ‘entertain’ or annoy him idc I just thought of this and now I want it. idk if the fic exists already or not but if it doesn’t can someone please write it???

Anybody has good Wincest fics recs?

Preferably with both being in character (cause I read one to many OOCs at this point), explicit but with plot around it and no AUs (as in the only one I'll allow is Canon Divergence)?

Even if it's 100k+ words. I'm willing to get into that.

Enchanting Christmas

i love this Scottish woman so much

Rowena MacLeod x Reader

No Pronouns used!!

Summary: Rowena, the enchanting witch, confesses to the reader that the holiday season has awakened new emotions within her. The two share a magical moment, culminating in a kiss that transcends the ordinary. As they celebrate the festive season together, they discover the unexpected joy of love in the midst of holiday magic.

Enchanting Christmas

The snow fell gently outside the bunker, creating a serene winter wonderland. The scent of pine and the soft glow of Christmas lights filled the air. Rowena, the powerful and enchanting witch, had decided to join the Winchesters for the holiday season, and you couldn't have been more thrilled.

As the three of you gathered around the roaring fireplace, sipping hot cocoa, Rowena couldn't help but notice the way your eyes sparkled with joy. She had always been drawn to your warmth and kindness, and Christmas seemed to amplify those qualities.

One evening, Rowena approached you as you admired the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree. "Y/N, darling, may I have a word?" she purred, her Scottish accent weaving a magical spell.

You turned to face her, a smile gracing your lips. "Of course, Rowena. What's on your mind?"

Rowena took your hand and led you to a cozy corner of the bunker, away from prying eyes. There, surrounded by the soft glow of candles, she cast a subtle enchantment to make the moment even more magical.

"Y/N, I must admit, this Christmas season has brought out a side of me I never thought I'd embrace," Rowena confessed, her eyes softening.

You looked at her with curiosity, feeling the genuine vulnerability beneath her powerful exterior.

"Spending time with you, the Winchesters, and the festive spirit has awakened something within me," Rowena continued, her hand tracing patterns on yours. "I find myself drawn to the warmth you exude, the joy you bring to those around you."

A blush tinted your cheeks as you met Rowena's gaze. "I feel the same way, Rowena. Christmas wouldn't be the same without you."

Rowena leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft and lingering kiss. It felt like a spell, a magical connection that transcended the ordinary. The enchantment deepened, and the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of holiday magic.

Wrapped in each other's arms, you and Rowena shared a quiet moment, savoring the magic of Christmas and the unexpected warmth of love that had blossomed between you.

As you pulled away, Rowena whispered against your ear, "Merry Christmas, my darling. May this holiday be as enchanting as you are."

And with that, you both returned to the festivities, hand in hand, ready to celebrate a Christmas filled with magic, love, and the unexpected joy of newfound connections.

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AHHHH i just want to marry her so bad!!!

Misletoe Moments

what?! there's more?!

Jack Kline x Reaer

No Pronouns used!!

Summary: As the holiday season wraps its magic around the bunker, Jack Kline finds himself intrigued by the mysterious allure of mistletoe. Little does he know that this Christmas will bring about more than just festive decorations.

Mistletoe Moments

The bunker was adorned with festive lights, stockings hung with care, and a towering Christmas tree that nearly brushed the ceiling. The Winchester brothers had spared no effort in transforming their home into a winter wonderland, complete with the scent of cinnamon and the warmth of a crackling fire.

Amidst the holiday cheer, Jack Kline, the Nephilim with a heart as pure as snow, marveled at the decorations. His eyes widened with childlike wonder as he took in the twinkling lights and the delicate ornaments that adorned the tree.

You, the reader, had been helping with the decorations, sharing laughter and stories as you worked alongside Sam and Dean. Jack couldn't help but feel a flutter in his chest whenever he caught a glimpse of your smile. There was something about the holiday spirit that made everything seem brighter, especially when you were around.

One day, as Jack wandered through the bunker, he noticed a small sprig of mistletoe hanging above the doorway to the kitchen. Curiosity filled his eyes as he recalled the tales of holiday traditions he had heard from the Winchesters.

"Mistletoe," he mused to himself, the word rolling off his tongue with fascination.

Unbeknownst to Jack, you had caught wind of his musings. With a mischievous twinkle in your eye, you decided to take matters into your own hands. It was Christmas, after all, and a little bit of festive magic never hurt anyone.

Later that evening, the bunker was alive with the sound of laughter and the aroma of holiday feasts. The three of you gathered around the table, sharing stories and savoring the warmth of the season.

As Jack reached for a plate, you subtly nudged him, directing his attention to the mistletoe above the doorway. A playful smile danced on your lips, and Jack's confusion turned into realization.

"Oh, mistletoe," he said, a blush tinting his cheeks. "I've read that standing under it means… well, it means something."

You chuckled, nodding in agreement. "It's a Christmas tradition. If two people find themselves beneath the mistletoe, they're supposed to share a kiss."

Jack's eyes widened, his gaze flickering between you and the mistletoe. There was a moment of hesitation, but then a soft smile spread across his face. The warmth of the holiday season seemed to intensify as he took a step closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek.

Underneath the mistletoe, surrounded by the laughter of friends and the glow of Christmas lights, Jack Kline shared a sweet, magical kiss with you—a moment that would forever be etched in the memories of this special holiday season.

And so, in the bunker filled with love, laughter, and a touch of celestial magic, Christmas became more than just a celebration of tradition. It became a time of unexpected joy and the beginning of something beautiful for Jack and you.

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he deserves the world. no, scratch that, he deserves the universe!

Heavenly Christmas

another present for you? 👀

Castiel Novak x Reader

No Pronouns used!!

Summary: Castiel experiences Christmas traditions for the first time with the Winchester brothers and the reader. As they decorate the tree and exchange gifts, Castiel learns about the holiday spirit. The story culminates in a magical moment under the mistletoe, where Castiel and the reader share a sweet kiss, making it a Christmas to remember for everyone involved.

Heavenly Christmas

It was Christmas Eve, and the bunker was adorned with twinkling lights and the scent of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air. You were busy decorating the Christmas tree with Sam and Dean, the festive atmosphere filling your heart with warmth.

Suddenly, the familiar sound of fluttering wings echoed through the room, and there stood Castiel, his trench coat slightly dusted with snow. He looked at the tree with curiosity, his blue eyes reflecting the lights.

"What is the purpose of this tree?" Castiel asked, his voice as serious as ever.

You chuckled, handing him a string of lights. "It's a Christmas tree, Cas. It's a tradition. People decorate it to celebrate the holiday season."

Castiel examined the lights in his hands, then glanced at you. "I am not familiar with Christmas traditions. How does one properly celebrate?"

Sam grinned. "Well, we exchange gifts, have a big feast, and spend time with loved ones. And tomorrow, we'll open presents under the tree."

Castiel nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I would like to participate in this celebration."

As the night progressed, the four of you decorated the tree together, sharing stories and laughter. Castiel listened intently, absorbing the concept of Christmas with genuine interest.

Later, you all gathered around the fireplace, enjoying the warmth it provided. Castiel sat next to you, his gaze fixed on the flickering flames.

"Hey, Cas," you said, handing him a beautifully wrapped box. "Merry Christmas."

Castiel took the gift, examining it carefully. With a nod, he began to unwrap it, revealing a cozy scarf.

"I noticed you don't get cold, but I thought it might be a nice addition to your wardrobe," you explained.

Castiel smiled, a rare expression that lit up the room. "Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate the sentiment."

The evening continued with laughter, music, and shared moments that made it a truly magical Christmas. As the clock struck midnight, you found yourself under the mistletoe with Castiel.

He looked at the plant curiously, then back at you. "What is the significance of this?"

"It's a tradition," you replied, smiling. "If two people stand under the mistletoe, they have to kiss."

Castiel nodded, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. It was a soft, sweet moment that seemed to pause time, creating a memory you would cherish for Christmases to come.

In that moment, surrounded by friends and love, you couldn't help but feel that this Christmas was truly heavenly.

And so, in the warmth of the bunker, with snow falling gently outside, you celebrated a Christmas that would forever be etched in your heart, filled with love, laughter, and the unexpected joy of sharing traditions with an angel named Castiel.

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i swear if anyone hurts this angel, everyone near me will be dead

Christmas Tides

i have an early Christmas present for you!!

Sam Winchester X Reader

No Pronouns used!!

Summary: Sam Winchester surprises the reader with a heartfelt gift and invites them to share a quiet and cozy night together away from hunting. The two exchange stories, laughter, and meaningful glances. As snow falls outside, they find a moment of respite and connection, sealed with a sweet kiss under the mistletoe.

Christmas Tides

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the bunker, not a creature was stirring, not even a monster. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.

Sam Winchester was nestled all snug in his bed, visions of hunts dancing in his head. You, his favorite partner in all things supernatural, were in the room next door, dreaming of a peaceful Christmas and maybe a little more.

The Winchesters had faced many dangers and foes, but tonight they were taking a break from hunting those crows. The Impala was parked, the weapons were stashed, as the brothers settled in for a much-needed rest.

As the clock struck midnight, a soft knock on your door woke you from sleep. You opened it slowly, wondering who it could be. To your surprise, there stood Sam, a small smile on his face, holding a cup of hot cocoa, a gift wrapped with grace.

"Hey," he whispered, his hazel eyes warm, "I thought we could enjoy a quiet night, just you and me, away from the monsters and the things we can't see."

You grinned in response, inviting him in. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the Christmas tree's shimmering bin. Sam handed you the cocoa, its warmth seeping through the cup. You took a sip, the rich flavor lifting your spirits up.

"I got you a little something," he confessed, handing over the gift with a bashful smile. You unwrapped it carefully, finding a pendant with a charm—a tiny silver angel, a token of his charm.

"It's beautiful," you said, touched by the gesture. Sam blushed, his cheeks turning a shade of rosy red. The room was filled with a warm, cozy glow, as the two of you sat side by side on the bed.

The conversation flowed like a gentle stream, tales of Christmases past and dreams that did gleam. Sam's laughter echoed through the room, a sound that chased away any hint of gloom. You shared stories and exchanged glances, creating memories that time enhances.

Outside, snow began to fall, a soft blanket covering the ground, muffling the world's sound. The two of you watched the flakes dance, a moment of peace, a sweet romance. In that quiet night, under the Christmas light, something shifted, a connection so right.

As the clock struck two, you exchanged goodnights, knowing that tomorrow brought new fights. Yet, for now, in this silent night, Sam Winchester and you found a moment of respite. Underneath the mistletoe, he pressed a gentle kiss, sealing the night with a promise of bliss.

So, in the bunker, where dangers reside, love blossomed during the Christmas tide. Sam and you, a duo so true, faced the darkness with hearts anew.

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i just love him so much 🥺

A Messy Christmas Surprise

alright so i'm making little christmas drabbles for Dean, Sam, Jack, Cas, and Rowena! for all of the Dean lovers out there, here is a special little treat!

Dean Winchester x Reader

No pronouns used!!

Summary: Dean and the reader are baking Christmas treats at the bunker while Sam is on a hunt. Amidst the festive chaos, Dean cracks an egg on the reader's head, leading to a playful flour fight. Dean then picks the reader up over his shoulder, and they share a laughter-filled moment. Sam returns, finding the kitchen in disarray, and discovers Dean and the reader surrounded by flour and baking ingredients. The messy holiday surprise becomes a memorable Christmas memory for the Winchester trio.

A Messy Christmas Surprise

The bunker was adorned with twinkling lights, and the aroma of cinnamon and vanilla filled the air as Dean and you gathered ingredients for your Christmas baking extravaganza. Sam had headed out on a solo hunt, leaving you and Dean to tackle the holiday treats together.

As you worked side by side, measuring flour and cracking eggs, the atmosphere was festive and filled with laughter. Christmas music played softly in the background, creating the perfect backdrop for your baking escapade.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Dean slyly reached over and cracked an egg on your head, leaving you stunned and dripping with gooey egg whites. "Dean!" you exclaimed, wiping the egg off your face. He burst into laughter, thoroughly amused by his impromptu prank.

"Oh, that's payback for all those times you beat me at poker," Dean chuckled, still laughing at his own cleverness.

You shot him a playful glare before concocting a plan for retaliation. Grabbing a handful of flour, you tossed it at Dean, coating him in a powdery white cloud. He blinked, momentarily taken aback, before breaking into a grin.

"You asked for it!" you declared, holding back giggles. Dean mock-growled, attempting to feign anger but failing miserably as he burst into laughter once again.

The flour-covered kitchen now looked like a battleground of holiday chaos, but you were both having the time of your lives. However, Dean had one more surprise up his sleeve. With a swift motion, he scooped you up over his shoulder, causing you to squeal with surprise.

"Dean Winchester, put me down!" you laughed, lightly smacking his back.

"Nah, you've got flour on your hands. Can't risk you retaliating again," Dean teased, carrying you around the kitchen as you continued to protest.

Just as the two of you were lost in your playful banter, the bunker door swung open. Sam, covered in dried blood, walked in with a tired yet satisfied expression. He took in the scene before him – the messy kitchen, the flour-covered couple, and the unmistakable sound of laughter.

"Am I interrupting something?" Sam asked, a bemused smile playing on his lips.

Dean, still holding you over his shoulder, looked at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Just a little Christmas baking surprise, Sammy."

You grinned, feeling the warmth of the holiday season and the joy of being surrounded by family, even in the midst of floury chaos. As Sam chuckled at the sight before him, Dean gently set you down, and the three of you shared a laughter-filled Christmas moment in the bunker.

Heartbeat Symphony

AHHHH i love this man too much lmao. this is short and sweet so have fun my lovelies!

how have i not written for this man yet like-

Dean Winchester x Reader

No pronouns used

Summary: After a long day on the road, the couple finds solace in the comfort of the Impala. The story explores the quiet moments between hunts, emphasizing the deep connection and love they share. Back at the bunker, they unwind together, appreciating the simplicity of being a team both in and out of the field. The narrative highlights the strength of their bond and the sense of home they find in each other's company.

Heartbeat Symphony

Dean Winchester sat in the driver's seat of the Impala, one hand casually resting on the steering wheel as he glanced over at you. The rhythmic hum of the engine was the backdrop to the comfortable silence that filled the car. You had been on the road for hours, chasing down the latest lead on a case, and now the two of you were finally heading back to the bunker.

As Dean drove, he stole glances at you, appreciating the way the soft glow from the dashboard highlighted the contours of your face. The quiet moments between hunts were just as precious as the action-packed ones. He reached over, fingers brushing against yours, and a warm smile formed on his lips as he interlaced them.

"You doing okay, Y/N?" Dean asked, his voice a soothing melody that echoed through the Impala.

You nodded, leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder. "Yeah, just tired. Ready to get back and hit the hay."

Dean chuckled, the sound vibrating through both of you. "Well, we make a damn good team, don't we?"

You smirked, lifting your head to meet his eyes. "The best. Team Winchester."

As the familiar sight of the bunker came into view, Dean couldn't help but feel a swell of contentment. The two of you had been through so much together, and yet, every moment felt like a new adventure with you by his side.

Once inside the bunker, you kicked off your boots and flopped down onto the worn-out couch in the library. Dean joined you, sitting close enough that your shoulders brushed against each other. He reached for the TV remote, flicking through the channels until he found an old black-and-white movie.

"You know," Dean said, his arm finding its way around your shoulders, "we make a pretty good team in and out of the field."

You laughed, snuggling closer. "Yeah, we do. I wouldn't want to hunt monsters with anyone else."

Dean turned his head, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "Me neither, Y/N."

The movie played in the background, but you found yourself more captivated by the steady cadence of Dean's heartbeat. It was a comforting symphony, a reminder that you were home, safe in the arms of the person you loved.

As the night wore on, you both drifted off to sleep on the couch, tangled together in a mess of limbs and blankets. The bunker echoed with the quiet sounds of the TV and the distant hum of the machinery that kept the place running.

In the darkness, Dean whispered words of love, promises, and gratitude, knowing that every day with you was a gift. And as you slept, you couldn't help but smile, feeling the warmth of his love surround you like a protective embrace. Together, you faced the challenges that came your way, hand in hand, heart in heart, a team bound by something stronger than any supernatural force – love.

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i loved writing this OMG!! i can't believe i haven't written for Dean yet. i absolutely adore him so so much lmao

Hello my stars! Sorry I’ve been gone for so long :,) but it is now summer and have too much time so please give me all requests you want!^^

Fandoms I will write for

Supernatural (platonic and romantic)

- Team free will

-Jack

-Crowley

-Rowena

-all the arch angels but Raphael

The black phone (platonic or romantic)

- dead boys crew

-Finney and Gwen Blake

Yurri voice (platonic or romantic)

- Everyone but Derek

(I couldn’t find a gif sorry, my stars🥲)

What I won’t write

Smut

Yandere

Hurt no comfort

Abuse

Piss or shit kinks

Child x adult (romantic)

Cis Fem readers

What I will write

Child x adult (PLATONIC)

Trans fem and masc readers

Male readers

Hurt with comfort

And pretty much anything else

Preferences for requests

Try to be at least a little specific in what you want and some story stuff you want ^^

That’s all my stars! Have fun requesting, make sure you drink water, eat food, and have a lovely day my stars!⭐️

Sweet Fantasy | Dean Winchester

GIF by born-to-be-his-baby88

(gave myself an actual pat on the fucking back for finding this gif like y'all are gonna see how perfect it is in a second!)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem! reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Summary: Dean won't eat his vegetables...until you offer to cash in on a very recent fantasy of his, that is.

Warnings [18+ MINORS DNI]: P*rn w/ some solid plot action actually, a bit of domestic fluff sprinkled in, reader and Dean are married (don't know if that's a warning but you should know?), reader dresses up in a sexy Zorro costume with the hat and mask included, handcuffs (Dean receiving), mentions of a safeword but not used, fingering/masturbation (reader receiving), oral sex (brief Dean receiving), a whole lotta teasing (Dean receiving), p in v sex (cowgirl, missionary), unprotected sex (wrap your willy before you fuck her silly!), dirty talk, switch! Dean, switch! reader, very vocal Dean, brief choking (Dean receiving), creampie.

A/n: Hey! Sorry for disappearing for 3 months again...So classes finished almost 2 months ago and I've been wracking my brain about what to post. I tried finishing some of my drafts and it just wasn't working for me idk. Then, like any normal person, I was randomly watching some SPN bloopers this morning and it got to a scene where Dean said sometimes he wants to get spanked during sex by a girl wearing a Zorro mask and my brain ran with that shit IMMEDIATELY. Now, I'm so sorry I couldn't actually write him actually getting spanked without it sounding corny and just wrong to me? But I did write all of this in 7 hours without stopping so I'm honestly proud of it regardless.

Enjoy...

It was a Sunday evening in the bunker, meaning you were responsible for dinner. With that task came the additional task of getting Dean to eat whatever vegetables you cooked without complaining and engaging in a rant that would end with him calling himself the “meat man”.

It’s not that you were concerned about Dean's weight or appearance, after 7 years of marriage you were confident that there was nothing in the world that could make you love Dean Winchester any less. But having a steady diet of beer, beef, and pie was a surefire way to kill any man of Dean’s age faster than any monster or demon.

And God knows you’d do anything to ensure he didn’t die before his time.

Hell, you have before.

Which is why you made Dean agree to eat a side of only vegetables with whatever meat he wanted at least once a week. This week it was string beans and sautéed mushrooms, aka his least favorite vegetable.

But you didn’t have the time to make the 45-minute drive to the grocery store earlier that day so he would have to deal.

Or you wish he would deal…

“Mushrooms? Baby come on,” he complained when you placed his plate before him.

“Hey, it’s all that was left in the fridge. Eat up,” you shrugged, placing a kiss on the crown of his head.

“You know, we could always do no vegetables,” Dean offered with a wide grin.

You chuckled and used a finger to squish his stubbled cheek. “You wish, Winchester.”

He sighed in defeat and turned to pick up his fork.

You looked to make sure Sam was out of earshot before leaning down to where your lips grazed Dean’s ear. “Tell you what, if you eat those vegetables I’ll do that thing you told me about…later” you whispered.

Dean’s eyes lit up immediately, “The thing?” he harshly whispered.

You nodded with a smile.

“Costume and everything?” He made a gesture with his hands.

“Yup, I’ve been hiding the costume for weeks.”

“I’m game” Dean agreed, digging into the mushrooms first.

You turned away to share your own plate with a smile.

“I’m gonna go grocery shopping later,” Sam announced as he sat beside Dean with his plate. He met your eyes, “Anything else you forgot to put on the list?”

“Yeah stop at the liquor store and grab me a bottle of red? I ran out,” you answered sitting across from the boys with your plate.

Sam grabbed a pen and a piece of folded paper from his pocket and added it to his list, “Yeah, no problem. What brand again?”

You swallowed a piece of your chicken with a smirk. “I’m sure you already know seeing as you’re the one who emptied the bottle to the very last drop,” you addressed Sam.

His pen slipped from his grip, his green eyes widening to meet your narrowed ones.

“You drink red wine?” Dean pointed at Sam in disbelief as a laugh rumbled in his chest.

“How did you know?” He asked you, ignoring Dean’s quip.

“I saw you passed out in the library clutching the bottle the other night.”

“Listen Dean finished all the beer and it was the first thing I saw,” he defended himself.

“Oh, you’re getting more creative with your excuses. I'm impressed!” You gushed, sarcasm evident in your tone, “What was it again last week? ‘Oh Eileen wanted to taste some’ " you mimicked his gruff tone causing him to roll his eyes and Dean’s laughter to grow louder. “-when we all know that Eileen is a white wine type of gal.”

"I-" Sam tried to come up with a retort but eventually gave up. “Whatever.”

“Yeah pick up 3 bottles this time in case Eileen wants a taste,” you replied with a grin.

“Three bottles?!” He exclaimed.

“You aren’t the one paying for it, genius,” you reminded him, referring to the unlimited card Charlie hacked for you all those years ago.

“Yeah but I’m gonna have to lug it up here,” Sam mumbled as he stuck his fork into his chicken.

Dinner continued mostly in silence with Sam thinking about the two lousy trips he’d have to make between his car and the kitchen once he returns with the groceries, Dean thinking about the reward he’ll be getting for the vegetables he’s actually grown used to eating, and y/n thinking about all the ways she’s gonna make Dean squirm later.

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Hours had passed since dinner and Sam was now on his way to the grocery store leaving just you and Dean in the bunker.

To say he was excited would be an understatement.

Dean first told you about this fantasy of his after a case you had months ago required you to take a trip to an adult costume shop to question the owner. It took mere seconds for the image of you in the very specific costume to cross his mind after laying eyes on the packaging.

You laughed at the idea when he told you and silently decided you would try and find the costume.

Of course, he didn’t believe you would actually indulge him but you were actually excited too. Costumes and toys weren’t new territory for you and Dean but they were few and far between with your unpredictable hunting schedules.

Dean now sat at the edge of your shared bed wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt waiting for you to return like you had promised.

But it had been almost 20 minutes since you left to get changed and his patience was wearing thin. He was seconds away from getting up and coming to see if you needed help or if you were even hurt.

Which you predicted would be the case.

So you had been standing out of sight by the doorway for less than a minute now waiting for him to try and leave.

“Damnit,” Dean eventually gave in to his worries and began to make his way to the door.

You smirked once you heard his determined steps drawing closer.

Dean’s eyes widened once you spun from your hiding spot against the wall to stand before him. “Looking for me?”

You watched his throat bob and his pupils dilate as he took in your full look.

Atop your head and face rested a sexy black Zorro mask and matching hat. You were also wearing a black sleeveless leather top that stopped in your midriff region and had strings tied between your breasts that allowed a whole lot of cleavage to be on display. The leather skirt that accompanied was low-waisted and stopped at your upper thigh, matching the black thong you were wearing beneath.

You had stretched the thin straps of the thong along your hips above the skirt for added flair.

In your right hand, you held a fake silver sword similar to the one Zorro held in the movies, and hanging from the left side of your skirt were two handcuffs ready and waiting to be used.

You were sex on knee-length boot-covered legs.

Dean felt himself growing hard already.

You bit your bottom lip at the way your husband’s eyes roamed your body, hoping the dark red lipstick covering it was as transfer and waterproof as the box advertised.

“You look...stunning,” Dean marveled. The model on the packaging of the costume didn’t come close to how it looked on your body.

Your heart swelled at the compliment before remembering the persona you had practiced for the night ahead. “Oh I know,” you took a step closer and leaned against the doorway. You pointed the sword in Dean’s direction. “Why are you still dressed, Dean?” you asked with furrowed brows and a smile.

A chuckle almost left your lips at the sight of Dean fumbling with his pant strings and tripping over his own legs to send the pajama bottoms flying over to a random corner while throwing off his t-shirt with record speed.

He stood before you in only his boxers, his enjoyment of your costume evident by the bulge in the center.

“Get on the bed.” You told him, your tone not excessively commanding but sexy enough to make him obey immediately.

“Yes ma’am,” he smirked, quickly sitting and sliding up to the headboard of the bed.

You walked further into the room and placed your sword down before climbing onto the bed and slowly crawling to where Dean sat. His green eyes followed your every move as you moved to straddle him, but not fully.

You then grabbed the two pairs of handcuffs attached to your hips and twirled them around your fingers. “How you feeling Dean?” you checked in, your hips hovering above his thighs, making sure to not touch his erection just yet.

“Oh, I feel great. Real great. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this great,” he nodded eagerly as you cuffed each of his hands to each bedpost, getting a face full of your boobs in the process.

"You sound nervous," you teased him, "Am I making you nervous baby?"

"Me? Nervous? Pfft!"

You scoffed, not believing him one bit. "What's our safe word?" you asked him gently.

Dean leaned forward as much as his restraints would allow to press a sweet kiss against your stomach. " 'Oklahoma', baby," he grinned.

You then let your clothed ass sink down on his covered erection. Dean groaned and tried to reach for your hips instinctively only to meet the restriction of the handcuffs. “I hope they aren’t too tight 'cause they’re gonna be on there for a while,” you nearly bust out laughing at the look Dean gave you.

“A while?” he repeated, dreading not being able to touch you at a time like this.

You shrugged, “If you behave I might change my mind.”

Before he could argue further, you leaned forward and connected your lips in a searing kiss. His breath was hot against your face as your lips drifted to his neck while your hands found themselves in his hair.

A breathy groan slipped past his lips when you nipped a specific spot beneath his ear lobe. “You’re so loud. Maybe I should’ve bought a muzzle,” you whispered in his ear teasingly, feeling his dick jump beneath you at your words. “I'll remember that next time,” you replied to his body's response.

“Baby, do you have any idea how amazing you look? ” Dean gushed, struggling against his restraints as you began to grind your hips against his covered cock.

You smiled and met his lips in a kiss once again. He slipped his tongue between your welcoming lips, allowing his taste to flood your mouth. You pulled away seconds later, nipping his bottom lip, and removed yourself from his lap.

He watched nervously, awaiting your next move while you scooted farther away from him along the bed. You slowly slipped off your boots, your confidence unwavering as you held Dean’s hungry stare.

He watched you use a hand to hold yourself upright before spreading your legs open to reveal the lace thong covering your already-drenched pussy. “Are you about to..." he trailed off, jaw clenched as he spoke.

"Hmm mhm. And there is not a damn thing you can do about it...except watch," you slowly removed your thong and threw it at Dean’s lap. He immediately became hyperaware of the feeling of the wet lace draped over his dick.

You slowly brought two fingers up to your lips and sucked them even slower to coat them in your saliva and give Dean a show before bringing them down to where you needed them the most. You began slow ministrations against your aching clit, pulling moans from yourself that made Dean impossibly harder.

He took a deep breath at the sight, imagining his own fingers parting your folds and rubbing at your swollen clit.

“You are a menace,” Dean laughed in obvious distress, licking his dried lips. He couldn’t handle watching you touch yourself without being able to touch you any longer so he looked away, swallowing harshly at the sound of your wetness against your fingers.

“Look at me Dean,” you mewled, continuing to rub your pussy in small quick circles. He turned reluctantly, watching as you slowly pushed two fingers inside your dripping hole. “See this, baby? It’s all for you,” you said, melting into a moan when your fingers grazed a spot inside you that drew your orgasm closer.

“I gotta taste you, baby,” Dean pleaded, “Open these and let me taste you, please,” he rattled the handcuffs against the bedposts.

The pure agony in his voice had your fingers and breathing speeding up and soon your climax was approaching. Dean’s breathing picked up in response. “Fuck, Dean I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, pressing a thumb to your clit while your fingers kept working inside of you to bring you to the edge.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Dean’s forehead as he watched you keenly. He bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, his self-control draining by the second.

Your eyes remained open and locked onto his, your moans growing louder and borderline pornographic. You were putting on a show and he was losing his mind.

“I’m cumming, fuck-“ you panted as your first orgasm of the night slammed into you and caused you to make a small mess on the sheets beneath you. Your body shook sporadically with aftershocks of your own work

Dean’s head hung low. “Jesus baby,” he huffed, his own voice strangled, “you’re trying to give me a heart attack aren’t you?”

You smiled as you crawled back up to sit on Dean’s lap, taking your thong and throwing them somewhere unseen. “Ehh maybe,” you replied coyly, straightening your hat and mask. “And since you behaved so well,” you reached a hand down to touch his clothed cock, “I think you deserve a reward,” you pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

Dean allowed you to pull his boxers off his body, watching you wrap a hand around his painfully erect cock. “Fuck,” he groaned at the feeling of your hand wrapped around him.

You slid down to where you could lay flat on your stomach between his legs and leaned down to briefly swirl your tongue around where precum was gathered at the tip.

“Take the hat off and look at me pretty girl,” Dean said.

You complied, throwing the hat off to the edge of the bed before diving down and licking his tip once again, but this time keeping your eyes locked onto his.

“Holy shit,” Dean groaned, his hips twitching upwards. You then opened your mouth and wrapped it around his length, slowly sliding down until your nose was nuzzled at the base, staying there for a few seconds before coming back up for air. “Hell yes, baby that's perfect,” he panted as you began sucking faster along his length, a few lone tears flowing from beneath the mask from the familiar stretch of his cock in your throat.

Your head continued to bob up and down Dean’s length for some time, drawing shallow moans of your name and grunts from him before you finally let up and pressed one last kiss against the side of his cock.

Dean’s chest heaved as you licked your lips and used a hand to wipe your face clean. “Goddamnit," he whined at your sudden stop, feeling his impending orgasm return to its hiding place.

You grabbed your previously discarded Zorro hat and placed it back on your head before hiking your skirt up to allow you more room to move your legs around Dean’s lap. “Can’t have you cumming before I’m done with you sweetheart,” you replied while untying the strings of your top and removing it.

The keys to the handcuffs dropped onto Dean’s lap from where you previously hid them in your top. You had honestly forgotten you put them there but it just presented yet another opportunity to get Dean all whiny and desperate, which was a rarity that you rather enjoyed.

“Oops would you look at that,” you exclaimed playfully, taking them up and dangling them in front of Dean’s eyes.

"Alright baby you broke me. Come on, just let me go, and trust me, I will make it worth your while,” Dean bargained with you.

"As enticing as that sounds," you paused and brought your hand up to caress Dean’s cheek before pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. You pulled away with a grin. “I love hearing you beg, so no,” you whispered against his lips.

Dean loudly groaned watching you gently place the keys down on the closest nightstand. “Shit,” he shut his eyes.

But they shortly shot open once you used a hand to grip his length and bring it between your dripping folds.

A pleased hum left your lips once the tip glazed your clit causing Dean to swallow harshly. “Aren’t you sick of teasing me,” he hissed.

Fuck no.

You used a free hand to grip the back of his hair. “Take a deep breath for me, Dean,” you told him, feeling his chest rise against yours soon after. And as it fell, you slipped his cock inside your entrance.

You slowly sank down onto his length until it was fully buried inside you, groaning at the welcomed stretch.

“I love those sounds you make for me,” Dean whispered against your lips.

“Oh you’re gonna be making some of those sounds too,” you smirked, clenching around him causing a sharp grunt to reach your ears.

You guided your hips up and down Dean’s length, riding him at a quickening pace. He jerked his hips upward to match your cadence drawing a gasp from your lips when his cock hit that spot inside you that had you seeing stars. “There you go baby,” Dean groaned, “you look so fucking good riding my cock.”

The hat and mask from your costume managed to stay in place as you slammed down on Dean’s cock repeatedly. And it was an image that he would never forget.

Your hand released Dean’s hair and instead found itself wrapped around Dean’s neck as you rode him faster. A whine that shot straight to your cunt escaped his lips when your fingers slightly tightened their grip around his throat.

You suddenly slowed down and instead began to grind your hips against his, moaning loudly when your clit grazed his pelvis. “I’m gonna cum again shit!” You threw your head back in obscene pleasure, releasing Dean's throat and holding onto his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Fuck yes. Use my cock to get off, sweetheart,” Dean urged you on before leaning forward to suck one of your nipples as best as he could.

This soon pushed you over the edge, your climax tearing a scream from within you as your hips faltered around Dean’s cock, your hat flying off your head once more. Dean relished in the way your cunt pulsed around him from your orgasm as well as the look of sheer pleasure that crossed your face at that moment. “You’re so beautiful,” he smiled up at you, meaning every word.

You kissed his forehead with a smile and reached for the handcuff keys. “I think I’ve tortured you enough,” you freed his right hand first, pressing a kiss against his wrist, then did the same to his left, “This is supposed to be a reward after all.”

Dean’s lips curved into a smirk at his newfound freedom. “Yes it is, sweetheart.”

A surprised yelp left your lips when Dean gripped your hips and flipped you onto your back. He grabbed your hat and placed it on his own head before sending you a wink. “And I’m not feeling rewarded just yet.”

You nearly came just from the sight of Dean hovering above you in only that hat. “We’re gonna have to talk about my sexy cowboy fantasy when we’re done here,” you raised a brow.

A low chuckle echoed from Dean’s chest. He reached up and tipped his hat in your direction, “yes ma’am.” He replied with a deep southern drawl.

Your pussy clenched instantly.

“That was hot as fuck,” you breathed.

“Thank you darlin’ “ he replied in the same accent with a wink.

You giggled before pulling him down for a kiss. He pulled away and touched the mask still wrapped around your eyes. “And thank you for doing this for me, baby,” he smiled down at you, “It was so so much better than I imagined.”

“It was definitely my pleasure,” you nodded happily, feeling his hands glide down your sides.

“Was?” He protested playfully. “The night is still young, sweetheart!” He threw your legs over his shoulder causing you to exclaim at the sudden move. He placed a kiss on each of your thighs and lined himself up with your entrance before entering you once again.

“FUCK” you cried out at the sudden intrusion, feeling your eyes well up with tears of pleasure in record time.

Dean pulled out and slammed into you once again, his grip on your legs tightening as he eased into a quick pace.

“YES-Dean holy shit,” you moaned, eyes quickly rolling to the back of your head and back arching up and off the bed as he fucked you with reckless abandon.

“How’s it feeling baby?” Dean said, bringing a hand down to play with your clit.

“So good, Dean, so fucking good,” you rambled, your skin buzzing with pleasure, “Harder, please, I'm almost there,” you found yourself begging.

“You gonna cum for me already pretty girl?” He sped up his slaughter on your cunt, "Maybe I should make you beg for it?" his voice was low and demeaning but only spurred you on more.

You shook your head adamantly while your hands fumbled around Dean's waist for a solid grip. So he simply released your legs and grabbed your hands before holding them down above your head, driving his cock into you even harder at this new angle.

“Dean!" you broke off into a strangled moan.

Dean’s lips attacked your open neck. “I wish we had neighbors so they could hear you screaming my fucking name,” he all but growled as the sounds of your moans and skin against skin plagued the air.

You came with a yell seconds later, your release coating Dean’s cock and the sheets. “That’s my girl. There you go baby,” he released your hands and held your face, guiding you down from your high.

Your hands gripped Dean’s hair harshly as you kissed his lips and his hips stuttered, his cum coating your insides soon after. You swallowed his grunts as his cock continued to leak and twitch inside you.

Broken pants befell both your lips in between sloppy kisses while your orgasms passed and your shared spend flowed between your legs. You eventually released his lips for air, “That was-“

“-Incredible,” he mirrored your thoughts, removing your hat from his head. Dean used a hand to remove your mask and brush a few strands of hair behind your ears once he moved to lie down beside you.

“Hi,” you grinned in awe of the man you called your husband. “Hey sweetness,” he grinned back, adoration evident in his deep green eyes.

Your cheeks flushed as he pressed a kiss against your forehead. He quickly grabbed his previously discarded t-shirt and used it to clean up the mess between your legs before throwing it in the laundry basket nearby.

You snuggled into his side once he returned to the bed.

“So uhh what was it you were saying about your cowboy kink?” Dean smugly asked after a few seconds.

“Goddamnit Dean,” you shamefully groaned into his side, gaining a chuckle from him.

ANDDD SCENE!

Hope it wasn't too bad seeing as I gave up on editing it like 75% through it.

Tbh I highly doubt more than 20 people are gonna see this because I have no idea how strong the Supernatural fandom's presence is on here, which also means that I don't know if anyone has used a plot like this one before so don't be afraid to let me know if that is the case and I will make changes as I see fit!

(Also let me know if you want a sequel one shot with sexycowboy! Dean and reader. Or feel free to make any other requests)

Reblogs, likes, and comments are ALWAYS appreciated :)

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does anyone ever read a fanfic about the winchester sister that goes like, where dean, sam, and their sister meet their alternate version. but the alternate version of dean and sam lost their sister a long time ago. and the alternate version of dean and sam just shock to see their "sister" again. yeah the fanfic goes about like that. it's mostly a fluff. if im not quite wrong, it's like their Apocalypse version. oh and there's like a part where the sister singing

I don't remember where i read it, and now i cannot find it 😭. Please help if you know what I mean

Just made my first fic on ao3! Please be nice lol

And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like..

"You're our brother, Cas."

"....Thank you."

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Sorry guys I wanted to supernatural shit post I've been thinking about them.

I have so many ideas for fics but the second i go to write one my brain just says actually no i dont know how to form a cohesive sentence go to sleep

Ill do a fic tmrw night, either spencer reid or perhaps a kimi raikkonen

Dean Winchester x Reader One-shot/Drabble

Anniversary

Synopsis: It's your first anniversary. He's supposed to be here. You're embarrassed, you're anxious, you're hurt. You're tired of not feeling like a priority to him. The entire walk home in the pouring rain has you thinking the worst, but what you find in your apartment is not what you had expected.

Hurt/Comfort, angst + major fluff, happy ending, fem!reader, pre s1 Dean, descriptions of injury, blood, typical canon violence

You're pissed. More than that, you're seething.

The embarrassment has twisted into white hot rage and the blood rushing through your body sends your heels tapping away erratically on the tiled floor of the restaurant, knee bobbing up and down and sticking to the leather seat.

The waitress has come back four times in the hour and ten you'd been there waiting, your glass of water anxiously sucked down and replaced with a sickly sweet mai tai twice. She glances up at you from the hostess booth every few minutes, pity practically seeping from her expression each time she does and still doesn't see your date with you.

Everyone knows you've been stood up. Guests around you peer over nosily, sneering. Or even glare at the loud fidgeting you're managing in the cozy corner booth of the facility. It's a nice place, you were so excited to finally try it out with Dean, immediately suggesting it when you two had planned this celebration a month ago. You'd eyed it every day on your walk home from the University you attended, it's classy appeal and crimson red walls practically glowing on the other side of the street, soft jazz music emitting from its doors. It was expensive, you'd both had to scrape together some savings to ensure you could afford it but god were you excited. Excited for a taste of normalcy, domesticity; a lovely night out with your lover at a gorgeous restaurant in the city, good food, fancy cocktails . . . It didn't seem like too much to ask for. And for your first anniversary it seemed fitting too. But now all you can think of is how stupid that notion was.

Normalcy with Dean Winchester? It was laughable. And really, you loved that about him, loved everything about him, but to think that for one night he would push aside his responsibilities to celebrate your anniversary together was just plain naivety.

You weren't a normal couple and you never would be.

And to think, you dressed yourself up all pretty, soft makeup adorning your features and your hair down just like he liked it. Your "once-in-a-blue-moon" jewelry set accessorizes your outfit perfectly, and really, you felt beautiful. You wanted him to see you like this, his green eyes glazed over with that lover boy haze, his usual smirk shifting into that sweet, gentle smile reserved for only you. He'd have his hands all over you and those pretty lips on your neck.

Now it all felt so silly.

You should've known the day was bound for failure when you woke up this morning and he was already gone from your apartment. Not completely unusual, you know of course what he does and you know what his father demands of him. You decided long ago that you didn't care. Anything was worth the pleasures of loving Dean— being loved by Dean. But you'd hoped today would be different. You'd planned to awaken together and spend all morning entangled in his body, loving each other lazily and sleepily and then finally rolling out of the sheets for a cup of coffee and stupid cartoons. Instead you'd left him a voice message,

"Happy Anniversary, Baby." You'd cut yourself off with a yawn, angling the phone away from your lips, then, "Was hoping I'd see you this morning to tell you in person but it looks like duty calls, huh? Call me back when you get this, I'm excited for tonight. I love you, Dean. Bye."

He hadn't ever called back, but really you just thought maybe it was a difficult hunt. He'd get back to you as soon as he could. You knew it. You ached to be angry with him for leaving you alone, for choosing another hunt instead of just giving you 24 hours of his undivided attention on this special day. But you swallowed that anger down and fought hard to remind yourself, it's okay. Shit happens. He isn't choosing work over you, and you know that it's so much more complicated than that. But then why did it hurt so bad? Why did your stomach sink further and further into you with each passing hour and no word from Dean?

The whole afternoon went by with still nothing. You'd called again to see if he was okay, if he was gonna make it to dinner. It went right to voicemail and at that point you felt it was up to hoping. Trusting. You trusted he would make it to your anniversary dinner because he knew how important it was for you. He knew how excited you were and he knew you'd be waiting for him. Part of you thinks you should have reminded him yesterday but you remind yourself that he's a grown man. He should be able to remember your plans together just fine without you breathing down his neck. He wouldn't have just forgotten.

Would he?

Hands shaking, you pull out your wallet and fish three twenties out of the zippered pouch. It's far more than what your drinks costed you and a pretty hefty tip but you felt it was only fair for your prickly attitude and the awkwardness your poor waitress had to endure. Your hand slaps hard against the cold, solid surface of the table. Your jaw is clenched so tight you swear you won't have any teeth left by the time you walk home. Rising on unsteady legs, eyes averted to the ground, you bee-line out of that prestigious restaurant and finally take a deep breath when your face hits the wall of freezing air outside of the building. It's cold in your throat and cold on your flush cheeks.

It's only then that you notice the onslaught of rain pelting down from the heavens in big, cold, droplets. It's just perfect, you think. How fitting would a cliche half-mile walk to your apartment be in the freezing cold rain after being stood up on your anniversary.

Fists clenched at your sides you start to feel that familiar tightness in your throat, prickling up from deep inside of you.

Don't cry. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, you think.

But it's too late, the tears are falling faster than you can stop them and the hurt, the embarrassment, the anger, the anxiety. . . it all comes crashing down in one big tsunami of fat tears running down your cheeks. You feel pathetic, but you just can't help it.

Your pretty dress slicks to your skin as you begin your trek home, the fabric darkening from the wet of the rain and you can already feel the soppy puddles forming in the soles of your heels. Your hair, once rolling perfectly down your shoulders in precise curls sticks to your face and plasters around your neck uncomfortably. You swear you're wearing holes into your bottom lip with how hard you're biting the flesh, the metallic tang of blood seeping into your mouth as you try to contain your sobs.

How could he forget this? How could he embarrass you like this? You're so sick of feeling like you're on the back burner all the time and you're scared it'll be the breaking point.

By now, you were supposed to be in the passenger seat of his Impala, driving home together with your bellies full and your hands clasped together on the center console, all smiles and loud singing to his music. He'd kiss you deep at the red lights and a familiar warmth would spread inside you at your core. Together you'd stumble into your apartment with a clumsy clash of teeth and lips and roaming hands— thinking about this was just making you feel so much worse. Nothing had gone to plan and now you weren't sure what would happen next. Not sure you could hold it together without blowing up on him as soon as you see him. If you even see him tonight. You have the feeling you won't.

Besides being absolutely drenched, it's also frigidly cold, the wind ripping through the tight collection of city streets and billowing your clothes. You shiver hard, teeth chattering loudly at this point and it's almost tempting to just run the rest of the way home. You probably would if you didn't have heels on. The evening dark sky casts a sad, blue glow across the wet pavement and across your skin, painting you in a cerulean hue of light disrupted only by the yellow luminescence of each street lamp you pass. You would think it was beautiful if not for your sour mood.

You think you're about to be rescued when you hear the thrum and idle of an old classic car pulling up behind you. You straighten up immediately and spin on the noise hopefully, wholly expecting to see that familiar, sleek black car and Dean, running to your aid with apologies shooting off his tongue. You deflate when you see instead, an old red Nova and a sweet elderly couple ambling into a shop together under an umbrella. You sigh hard and swipe your knuckles across your cheek in a useless attempt to will away your uncontrollable tears.

The usual ten-ish minute long walk home feels unbearably long and when you finally reach those double doors and push them open weakly you can't help but feel at least a little bit better. The lobby is dry and empty and warm and you relish in it for a moment before making your way to the elevator and up.

Your fingers are numb from the cold as you fiddle with your keys, fumbling a few times before finally unlocking the door and nudging it open with your hip. When you make it inside you slump against the wood of your front door and slide pathetically down to the floor into a ball, knees drawn tight to your chest and arms around yourself. You're crying again, sniffling and shaking and weeping and it feels horrible and relieving all at the same time.

Your apartment is dark save for the ambiance lamp left on in the living room and the light streaming through the crack at the bottom of the bathroom door. You cock your head to the side.

Wait a minute. You could've sworn you turned the off when you left, you're usually pretty good at remembering to shut off all the main lights. Then you realize the big, brown boots sitting next to you by the shoe rack. Dean's big, brown boots.

In an instant, you're standing again and striding in big, quick steps toward the bathroom door, heels discarded behind you and wet feet leaving imprints on the wood floors, your dress leaving puddles in your wake.

"Dean?" You call, voice so weak you barely hear it yourself, "Dean, where the hell have you been?"

Your hand is on the handle and you're wrenching the door open before he even has the chance to answer.

You can't help the gasp that slips loudly past your lips, your fingers following in wake to cover your mouth.

Dean sits crumpled on the bathroom floor, a wet washcloth in hand pressing against his temple and there's blood everywhere. Blood both fresh and dried caked on his face, oozing from gashes on his forehead and his neck. His skin is pale and his lips almost blue. His black tee is shredded into ribbons down the front with marks like an animal attack running all down his chest, angry and red, and swollen. Dean tilts his head against the wall he leans against and grimaces when the door you pushed into him knocks him hard in the knee.

Immediately you're at his side, down on your knees to tend to him and you're terrified because he's never come back this out of shape.

"I'm okay, Baby. Hurts like hell, but I'll live." He affirms, shaking his head at your concern, "Just gotta get cleaned up."

You pry the cloth from his hand and move to rinse the blood from it in the sink, wringing it out and re-wetting it before holding it back to the deep wound next to his brow. Your own are furrowed, no doubt displaying your every emotion to him consequently. It's almost instant how quick you forget your tears, consumed by the adrenaline in seeing Dean so beat up. It's not the first time you'd tended to his wounds after a hunt but it is the first time it's been so serious.

His lashes flutter and you realize how exhausted he looks as his eyes meet yours, then narrow as he takes in your appearance. You feel like shrinking under his gaze, averting your own as his hands come up to cup your cheeks and he pulls your face gently towards him to make you look at him again.

"Sweetheart, you been crying?" He asks tentatively, brushing his thumb past the sticky tear tracks drying under your eyes. With sudden clarity he's looking down at your body and your wet dress and sopping hair and his jaw drops wide open.

"Shit. Shit, Baby." His eyes widen and in an instant that exhaustion is wiped from his features, replaced with pure terror and guilt.

"I'm so sorry. Please tell me you weren't waiting for me out there. Please tell me you weren't sitting outside that restaurant the whole time waiting on me." He's shaking his head and for a moment you think he's going to cry now.

You sniffle and have to look away from him, swallowing that damned lump in your throat.

"You forgot." you manage to croak. "You forgot our anniversary."

"No, no, I didn't," - you narrow your eyes at him accusingly - "Well, I did— kind of! Baby, I'm so sorry I didn't realize that was today I just got so caught up in this hunt and Dad—"

"You always get caught up in a hunt. Dean, you left me alone in that restaurant. You left me alone all day. You disappeared before I even woke up, didn't leave a note or anything. You didn't answer your phone, you didn't—" You shake your head, trying not to cry again. "Do you know how embarrassed I was at that restaurant? You hurt me, Dean. This was important to me."

"Let me make it up to you," Dean grovels, eyes pleading, "Please, let me have a redo."

"I don't want to feel like this. I don't want to feel like I'm on the back burner. I know what you do is special. I know it's different and I know it's important to you. But you make me feel shitty when you don't put in the effort to remember these things. When you don't fit me in as a priority, too. It makes me feel like you weren't as excited as I was to celebrate this with you and that's hurtful." You remove his hands from your face to stand and you feel him panic for a moment, thinking you're walking away from him when you're just standing to reach the first aid kit on top of the mirror cabinet.

You pull from the box the bottle of antiseptic and some gauze and go to work on patching up those wounds. No matter how angry, how hurt you are, you weren't going to let him clean himself up the haphazard way he does it.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I was excited, I was excited to see you happy and to spend time with you. I was excited to show you off. Baby, you mean everything to me, don't think for a moment that you don't." Dean says, and you know he means every word. "I won't let it happen again, I'll shape up."

"Actions mean a lot more than words, you know." you say, not harshly, but matter of factly, quiet.

"I know. I'll make it up to you. It won't ever happen again. I swear it."

He rests his hands on your shoulders, soothing them up and down your arms. "Sweetheart, you're freezing. Ditch the first aid, let's get you into the shower you're gonna catch a cold."

You take one glance at his bloodied chest and know the shower would do him just as good rather than ruining all your clean laundry trying to soak up his blood.

"You too?" you ask, brows furrowed.

Dean nods before heaving himself up, using the wall as support even though you reach your hands out to him to hold him up. He shucks off his jacket and pulls what's left of his shirt over his head, leaving them in a dejected pile on the bathroom tile.

Next, he's pulling the kit out from your other hand and setting it on the bathroom counter before reaching his arms around your body to unzip your dress in the back.

"You still look beautiful. I'm sorry you wasted it on me."

"I look like a drowned rat."

Dean scoffs at that, his lips flitting up into that signature amused smirk of his.

"I love you." He whispers against your forehead, pressing a gentle kiss there before slipping the straps of your dress off your shoulders and you return his words.

The dress falls around your legs with a sloppy, wet, slap on the tile and you slip out of it before turning the faucet on in the shower. Dean unbuttons his jeans and you peel off the rest of each others clothes before stepping into the warm shower.

The blood melts into the hot water and down the drain, Dean grimacing from the pain and you delicately circle a hand around his wrist.

"Are you sure you'll be okay? What happened today anyway?" You ask.

"It's a long story, tell you some other time." You leave it at that as his hands come up to massage the shampoo into your hair and your eyes flutter shut at the sensation.

Together you clean up, pressing kisses to each other in various locations, Dean's hands gentle on your body and in your hair and arms circling your waist.

"I don't deserve you." he whispers so quietly you barely hear it over the patter of the water in the porcelain tub.

"You do, Dean. You deserve to be loved. You deserve to be forgiven. You deserve everything good. I love you. And I forgive you because I know you mean it. I know you'd never hurt me on purpose."

You don't say it, but you forgive him because he's Dean Winchester. You love him so hard you'd let it destroy you. You forgive him because he really does deserve it. Dean Winchester who lost his mom tragically. Dean Winchester who looks out for everyone but doesn't expect anyone to look out for him. (No one does). Dean Winchester and the little brother he raised who doesn't even know it. Dean Winchester and his hard ass, stubborn father who treats him like a soldier. Dean Winchester and his heart of gold. Your Dean Winchester.

"I love you, too." He kisses you deep, nose brushing against yours and calloused fingers at your collar, the other arm around your back. Your hands reach around his neck and thread into the short hair at his nape.

"You know, that ice cream place down the road is open until 10." Dean smiles, "Whaddaya say we go get some Rocky Road and bring it home and we can marathon whatever you want all night on the couch?"

You can't help the laugh that bubbles out of you.

"Okay," you say with a smile, "that sounds perfect."

"Happy Anniversary, Sweetheart."

Someone could recommend me some destiel fic where Sam and Cas are doing brother in law things or some destiel fic where they have an interesting bond. I find it an interisting concept them team up for Dean or are competitive/supportive for him

This Gentle Sin: Chapter 5

Castiel’s life is finally falling into place. Having just started his master’s degree at Stanford, he’s ready to wipe the slate of his past clean in search of new beginnings. Still, he can’t help but feel like he’s missing something; some hole in his heart no god can fill.

Enter Dean Winchester.

fifth chapter down, the longest one yet (and the longest thing i've written in a looong time)!!! this one took a while given the craziness that continues to be my life, and given the next one is gonna be a bit longer as well i'm not sure when it'll be updated again. however, i've already started it despite desperately wanting to give myself a break, so we'll see how it goes LMAO

shoutout to my beautiful girlfriend @wolvenwhispers for being my omega reader teehee. i left a reference to my favorite destiel fanfic and another to one of my other favorite shows, so see if you can spot them!! ;~*

feel free to follow for more updates!! i’ve posted some fanart and plan on posting more here. you can also listen to the fun playlist i made for this fic, which is time-accurate being added to when i find the perfect songs!! otherwise, thanks for reading and i adore you all xoxo!!

drew a very basic castiel for my stanford era fic, this gentle sin! our boy is tired. mainly because of his stupid ass future boyfriend (who i also drew!).

Castiel's life is finally falling into place. Having just started his master's degree at Stanford, he's ready to wipe the slate of his past clean in search of new beginnings. Still, he can't help but feel like he's missing something; some hole in his heart no god can fill.

Enter Dean Winchester.

if you would have told me ten years ago that my longest fic ever so far was for destiel… ykw, i would’ve believed you. i was a little superwholock freak back then.

this fic now has a playlist! short and sweet so far, but it’s time-period accurate and i’m having a lot of fun making it. i might draw some art soon, too... we'll see. anyways, enjoy!! :3

Castiel's life is finally falling into place. Having just started his master's degree at Stanford, he's ready to wipe the slate of his past clean in search of new beginnings. Still, he can't help but feel like he's missing something; some hole in his heart no god can fill. Enter Dean Winchester.

happy 4 year anniversary of homophobia personified <3 did i intend to post the second chapter on the day destiel went canon? no. is it infinitely funny that i did? absolutely xoxo

make sure you read the chapter notes!!

Castiel's life is finally falling into place. Having just started his master's degree at Stanford, he's ready to wipe the slate of his past clean in search of new beginnings. Still, he can't help but feel like he's missing something; some hole in his heart no god can fill.

Enter Dean Winchester.

my shameless college au fic that is absolutely eating away at my brain as we speak. future chapters are already in the works, so join me for the ride!!!!

Little Lady

Summary: Sam making fun of you for being shorter than him

Warnings: none

Pairing: Sam Winchester × reaader

You were strolling around the bunker looking for the shelf that usually held the tomato sauce. You were making pasta and desperately needed something to top your spaghetti with. When you finally found the shelf, you reached for the jar with the sauce.

But there was a problem. You were too short to actually take it from there. You started calling out for Sam, since he was tall enough. He just had to hold out his hand and grab the sauce from the top of the shelf. So you called out his name.

He came running into the kitchen holding a gun and pure worry could be seen on his face. Only when he saw you standing next to the shelf, he realized you weren't in any kind of danger.

"So this is why I had to come?" he asked with an amused look. He walked next to you and you puffed in annoyance. He would usually tease you for your height but he wouldn't offend you.

"Yes. Now can you please give it to me? I made pasta and I really need the sauce." you pleaded with an irritated tone.

"Sure, short stuff, anything for my little lady." he answered, with a somehow pleased look. He had a big, goofy smirk and you just wanted to punch it off his perfect but stupid face.

"Well, if I am a 'little lady' than you are a moose." you replied proudly.

"Your moose" he said, looking down at you.

"My moose." you said while standing on your tip toes to give Sam a sweet but passionate kiss.

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Gabriel x reader

Summary: Gabriel gets worried that you don’t take him seriously.

Note: I haven’t written Gabriel before I have done some research about him. 😉 I hope you guys like it

Warning: unprotected smut (don't do this at home), fluff. ********************************************* There was only one way to completely explain Gabriel as a whole being and that was trickster. He may have been lying about the god part but the name was more than fitting. Yeah he was sweet and protective but most of all he was silly, you never had a dull moment with him but that’s one of the reasons why you loved him in the first place.

Yeah the boys had trouble with him and there was a whole fight about him being around but you figured after a while they would get over it. You loved them like family and if you meant anything to them they would see how happy he made you, even when he went too far you couldn’t help but love him for it anyway, but still, he was very good at getting on your nerves some times.

You guys were working on a case some place in Wyoming. This poor kid got shredded to death by the big bad wolf and even after all the research, you and the boys couldn’t find any kind of clue linking the victim to the wolf. Dean bored out of his mind went out to the bar to ‘get to know the locals and find some clues’ and Sam went to actually get some info from the police station and keep an eye on Dean.

You sat in the brightly colored love seat in your picturesque little motel room with a book on werewolves. But you heard a sound that you weren’t expecting especially because both the boys were out. The fluttering of wings, you were expecting someone to pop out of no where and scare you like one of the angels usually did, But this time gabe walked out of the bathroom calmly, you jumped the tiniest bit. “What are you doing? ”, he smirked and sat down at the edge of your bed. “Walking into your motel room, what are you doing?”. You smiled and rolled your eyes, “just researching for this case”.

“It’s a werewolf and you guys know that, don’t you know enough about them already?”. You laughed a little, “of course I know a lot about werewolves but you can never know too much about what your hunting, trust me it comes in handy”, he shot you a bored look. “I know-”, he stopped himself from finishing his whining, which was definitely odd, odd for even him. He straightened himself out, “toss me a book, I’ll help you”. This threw you out of the water, Gabriel never liked to read and usually by now he would be teasing you, there was something wrong with him.

“Are you feeling alright?”, you asked handing him one of the books off the table. “Of course I am, are you feeling ok?” He asked opening the book to the first page, giving the words an exhausted look, and then looking up to you hopefully. “Yeah I’m perfectly fine”, you answered staring at him from your book. He just stared down at the pages with a worried look on his face. “You don’t have to read if you don’t want to, I was getting bored of it anyway”, you said looking at his reaction suspiciously. “ I can keep researching if you want to go do something”, he said shooting you a small reassuring smile.

You couldn’t take it anymore, “what’s going on with you gabe?!”. He looked up at you shocked, “what do you mean, why are you yelling?”. You made outrageous hand gestures towards him holding the book, “I'm not yelling, look at you, your reading a book, about werewolves, you didn’t scare me when you popped into my room and you haven’t teased me because we are alone. What’s wrong with you?”. He only looked down into the book nervously and murmured, “nothings wrong with me, this is how I normally am”. You rolled your eyes and pulled the book out of his hands and set it down on the table.

You sat down on the bed next to him, “are you kidding me? Do you really think I’m that stupid?”, he shook his head somberly. You lightly pushed him. “You come in here acting like this, your an archangel, a trickster, and you expect me not to be worried about you. Come on what’s going on?”.

“Is that all you see me as?”, his words startled you a bit. “What do you mean?”, he looked down at his hands with a sad look on his face, “y/n, I love you, I really do. But do you only see me as a trickster, a lovable goofball?”. He looked around the room avoiding eye contact with you, “I don’t just want to be a goofy clown who annoys you all the time, I suck at being normal, i’m sorry”. Gabriel was never this straightforward with you so you just shook your head and grabbed his hands, “of course your not just the goofy clown to me, and you don’t need to be good at being normal. your so sweet and although you don’t like me to think so, your a big softy and I love that side of you. I hope that no one else gets to see it besides me, cause I love you”. He looked up at you with his signature smirk which brought the smile back to your face.

“See there’s that dashing millionaire smile I’ve been missing”, he shook his head and wrapped his hands around your waist. He threw his leg over to your other side and slid you up to the top of the bed. He pulled himself up hovering above you, “no one else gets to see this side of me except you”. He leaned down and kissed you softly. He sat himself up and snapped his fingers making all the lights in the room go out. You laughed and shook your head, “what if the boys come home early”. You saw the details of his face with the dim blue moon light That shined through the window, he smiled, “they won’t, trust me”.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against yours before kissing you longer than he had before. He trailed his hands up until he reached your face before cupping your cheeks softly and kissing you again. You had one arm around on his Neck and the other holding onto his face. He couldn’t hold back the smile and kissed you over and over again. You smiled too and leaned your forehead on his. “You know, I’m more serious than you think”, he said teasingly. “Oh yeah?”. He kissed you again, “definitely”. He put his hands on the bottom of your shirt and you sat up allowing him to pull it off of you. As he pulled his own shirt off you unbuttoned your pants and helped him afterwards. He moved back and sat on his knees, after you had gotten your pants off he carefully pulled your legs around his waist.

But this time as he leaned down to touch you he only lightly traced his fingers over your skin softly. the cold air mixed with the feeling of his warm skin was refreshing.

He reached his hands up to your back and oh so carefully kissed your neck. You wrapped your hands around his neck and after he had gotten situated he caressed your back so softly it made his callused hands feel smooth. He held you delicately as if you were made of glass and if he held on any tighter you'd break. No one had been this careful with you or touched you with so much passion at the same time. Afterwards he held you close to him, you could feel his warm shallow breath on the back of your neck. He whispered to you, “I really do love you more than anything in this world, and that’s the whole truth”. The whole world was silent and if you ever had to chose one moment to be stuck in forever it was this one. You smiled in the dark and held onto his arms, “I love you too, so much more than anything”.

(1.8) Bugs: Part two

“A conversation with spider boy”

Pairing: Dean x reader, eventual Sam x reader

Warning(s): Little bit of angst, Sam is a sweetheart, language, mentions of death, smidge of fluff

Summary: Y/N  and the boys head to Oklahoma to investigate a recent spate of insect-related deaths around a new housing development. Y/N opens up about her dark thoughts after the brothers learn about her allergy.

Word count: 4439

Previous part || Supernatural rewrite S01 masterlist

Whiles likes are appreciated, feedback is what keeps me writing

The bathroom was right next to the room you were planning on spending the night in, so the running water of the shower should’ve been louder to you. But you couldn’t hear anything over the sound of your heart beating in your ears. It’s not like you could help it, though. Certain things make you nervous, and when you get nervous you tend to have a panic attack. As of right this moment, you were focusing on your breathing while you could hear your own heart beating in your ears. Just by the sound of it, you were able to tell that it was beating pretty fast. Of course, you found yourself focusing less and less on your breathing when thoughts about you and the brothers getting caught by the cops and arrested for breaking into an empty home started swimming around in your mind.

You’ve been arrested before, and it was something you didn’t want happening ever again. Along with bugs, cops made you more nervous than any other supernatural being that was out there. Back in San Francisco, whenever you drove around in the streets, you would do your best to keep yourself at the speed limit whenever you saw a police car around. And you would stay like that for a few miles until you were sure it was safe to go a couple over. You’ve always been a good girl, obeying the laws was something you never planned to stop doing. It was like second nature to you. Now that you were driving around with the Winchester brothers, you were sure to be caught breaking a lot of rules with them.

Your breathing was becoming heavier, jagged even. And you didn’t even realize that tears were now escaping and running down both sides of your face.  

Try thinking happy thoughts, Y/N.  You thought to yourself. This is what Piper taught you the first time you had a panic attack around her.  The sisters aren’t really dead. You’re with them again, and you’re safe. 

It wasn’t working, though.

For some reason, it just made things worse. And before you could stop yourself, you let out a sob that was sure to catch the attention of the younger Winchester, who was just across the hall from the room you were staying in. You sat yourself on the floor and hugged your knees to your chest before you began to rock back and forth. Out of everything in your life, a panic attack is what’s going to kill you. At least, that’s what it felt like. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment just as Sam was starting to make his way into the room to see what was going on with you. Concern flashed along his facial features when he spotted you on the ground. The state you were in was all too familiar to him. Because he, too, had dealt with a panic attack before. And with the knowledge that you have them had him worried.

The man stepped forward, before crouching down to the level you’re at. He muttered out your name in a soft tone of voice, reaching out to take one of your hands into his. This caused you to open up your eyes to finally look in his direction. “You’re having a panic attack?” He asked just to confirm it, when you nodded your head, he gave a small smile. “Okay, I know this is going to sound really lame, but I’ve had panic attacks before. And this has really helped me before. I’m going to list off three things I see around the room and I want you to repeat them. Can you try to do that for me?”

You didn’t really know if you could. Because talking while you were going through something like this was never easy for you to do. But Sam was willing to help you with this, and you knew that you had to try for him. So, you squeezed his hand as hard as you could and nodded your head, earning yet another smile from the man before he pointed towards something just a few feet away, beginning to list things off for you to repeat.

“Duffel bag.” He said, before pointing towards you so that you could repeat the word.

“D-duffel bag..” You stuttered out, watching as he pointed over to your makeshift bed for the night.

“Blanket.”

“Blanket..”

You didn’t think this method would work, but you found your breathing becoming a bit better. But there was still one more thing to be listed off that you needed to repeat for everything to be better again. Sam had you repeat the word  window before having you say all three words a couple of times. After a few moments of doing this, you could feel everything becoming okay again. The very last thing he wanted you to do, was to give his hand a good squeeze to let him know that you were all right. The man wouldn’t have minded if you crushed all of the bones in his hand, as long as you were fine. Because god knows that it’s hard to get a good grip on anything during a panic attack. 

You did what you were told, squeezing it as hard as you could. At first, you thought you weren’t doing much. But the painful expression that slowly came to his face was a clear indication that you were doing exactly as he wanted. A smile stretched across his lips soon after you released his hand. “Atta girl.” He said, you could hear in his voice just how proud he was and you couldn’t help but smile yourself as you watched him take a seat on the floor right next to you. “Now that the panic attack is out of the way, how about you tell me what made it happen in the first place?”

Your lips parted open as you looked over at him, you wanted to tell him what set off this panic attack, but you also felt like he was going to laugh if he found out. You shut your mouth again, and ran your hands over your face. “It’s embarrassing.” You said, chewing on your bottom lip. Sam raised a brow, wondering how exactly it was. “Because I’m scared of so many things when I’ve been dealing with the supernatural for years. You’d think that by now, you’re used to the things that would scare you as a kid.”

“You never get used to it, Y/N.” Sam pointed out. To this day, he still had some fears of his own. “It doesn’t matter if you’re in this life or not, there’s still something you’re going to be afraid of.”

“Yeah, but it’s not just one thing for me.” You admitted to him, “I have multiple fears. Tarantulas and airplanes are just two out of three at the top of my list.”

The younger Winchester raised a brow up in curiosity. “What’s the third one?” He questioned you, but you just remained silent, bringing your knees impossibly closer to your chest as your gaze drifted back down to the ground. Sam couldn’t help but give you a sympathetic look. “Would it help if I told you what I’m afraid of?”

You looked over at him and for a moment, you just stared. You didn’t think that a guy like him could be afraid of anything, but then again, everybody had a fear of something. Even the Halliwell’s, the most powerful witches, had fears. “What are you afraid of?” You asked him.

“This is probably the lamest thing any man could be afraid of,” He let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head at what he was about to admit to you. “But I’m afraid of clowns.”

If you were in your younger years, you would be laughing your head off. But you understood exactly how he felt. Little kids were always taught that clowns were good and that they existed to make people laugh on rainy days. And because of the smiles on their faces, they believed it to be true. Of course, they’ll never really understand the darkness some people hold after putting on a costume. “That’s not lame at all, I can’t blame you for being terrified of them.” You said. When he looked back over your way, all it took was a small smile from you to figure out another one of your fears.

“You’re afraid of clowns, too?” He asked. You nodded your head. “How and when did that fear come to life?”

"I had to have been around thirteen or fourteen.. " You trailed off for a moment as you let out a chuckle of your own from what you were about to tell the man. "There was this.. this man dressed up in a clown costume right outside my bedroom window. He had to have been in his forties.. my dad called the cops, and it turned out he was a registered sex offender." You admitted to him. "I wasn't supposed to eavesdrop, but I heard everything that the cop told my dad and I thought what if I hadn't screamed for my parents? I probably wouldn't even be here today."

"But you are." Sam pointed out, reaching his hand out again to take yours. You gave him a small smile when he gave it a gentle squeeze. “You are, and that’s all that matters.”

“It’s kind of ironic, because those cops helped us out. And saved my life.” You said. “But now I’m afraid of them, too. But they’re at the bottom of my list. Thunderstorms and bees come first.”

The younger Winchester was happy that you were opening up about your fears to him. It gave him knowledge of what he might’ve had to keep you safe from in the future, but, and this was after remembering how you said you had many fears, a smile twitched at the ends of his lips. “Wow..” He trailed off for a moment, you raised a brow up, wondering what was wrong. “When you said you were afraid of a lot of things, you weren’t kidding.”

Obviously, you could tell that he was being a tease. But you still gave him a playful shove that had him almost losing his balance as he burst into laughter. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, but even that wasn’t going to be enough to stop the grin that stretched across your face. Tension may be high between you and Dean, but you were sure glad to know that your best friend was there.

~~~

When you started hunting with the brothers, you didn’t realize you were going to be waking up so early in the mornings almost every time you worked a case. You had been woken up by a decent sleep by the younger Winchester, letting you know that there was another death that was announced on the police scanner. You’ve done everything in your power to get yourself to fully wake up and not be so tired for the day to come before you started getting ready as he went to inform his older brother of what he learned.

It took you fifteen minutes to get dressed for the day before the three of you headed to the address Sam had gotten from the scanner. It was pouring rain by the time you had gotten outside and you cursed yourself for not having an umbrella on you, luckily Sam was gracious enough to share his with you.

When Sam pulled the Impala up to the house the death had occurred, you were quick to notice that the body was being wheeled out of the house on a gurney and to the back of a car the corner’s had driven here. You waited for Sam to get out of the passenger side and to open up his umbrella before you got yourself out of the car, immediately taking cover from the rain. You stayed as close as you possibly could to the younger Winchester as the three of you walked up to Larry, who was just finishing up a phone call before he had hung up and turned his attention onto you. He seemed rather shaken up over what had happened not even twenty four hours ago. “Hello, you’re uh.. back early.” He greeted the three of you as he shoved his phone back into his coat pocket.

“Yeah, we were taking a drive through the neighborhood.” Dean said, letting a little white lie roll off his tongue.

“What’s going on?” Sam was quick to ask the man standing in front of you.

Larry pressed his lips together in a thin line as he looked back at the gurney that was now being shoved into the back of the vehicle behind him. It took him a few moments, but he finally spoke. “You guys met, uh, Lynda Bloome at the barbeque?” He questioned, turning his gaze back to you.

You nodded your head at the familiar name. “The realtor.” 

“Well, she, uh, passed away last night.” Larry explained, leaving the three of you taken back by the news as Dean asked what happened. The older man just shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, letting you know he didn’t have any of the answers for himself. “I’m still trying to find out. I identified the body for the police. Look, I’m, I’m sorry, this isn’t a good time.” 

Sam nodded his head in understandment, “It’s okay.” 

Larry excused himself from this conversation as he turned around and made his way up to the house again. The three of you waited for a few seconds for him to be out of hearing range before you could discuss the next plan of action. 

“You know what we have to do right?” Dean asked in a hushed tone, bringing his gaze up to you and his brother.

You nodded your head and let out a sigh. “Yeah, get in that house and see if we have a bug problem.” 

~~~

Sirens wailed as a cop car drove away from the house when they decided their work was done here. You and the boys double checked to make sure that the coast was clear before you made your way around to the side of the house to see if there were any open windows that you could crawl through in order to get into the room Lynda had died.

You climbed up the fence after Dean was able to get a grip onto the side of the house. You made the mistake of looking down at the ground because you almost lost your balance, but you were quick to steady yourself before you managed to grip onto the side of the house as well. You climbed up behind the older Winchester with Sam close behind, making sure that you didn’t accidentally lose your footing the whole way until you got up to the roof safely.  

Lucky for you, there was a window right where Dean was waiting for the two of you. He had opened it up and made sure that you got inside first, all before coming in after you. Sam was the last to slide himself into the room before he turned around and shut the window. You looked down at the ground to the outline of where Lynda’s body had ended up on the floor seconds after crashing right through the glass door of the shower. 

“This looks like the place.” You muttered underneath your breath as Dean slowly made his way into the bathroom. You could hear the sound of glass crunching underneath his feet before he crouched down near a towel that was laying on the ground. He lifted it up off of the wooden floor and you flinched back when you could see quite a few dead spiders falling off of it. Dean threw the cloth down and shook off his hands after realizing what he had just touched. 

“Spiders.” He noted, dragging his gaze from the floor and up to his brother. “From spider boy?” 

“Matt.” Sam corrected his brother, before falling silent. He thought to himself for a few moments before finally answering his brother with a, “Maybe.” 

You rolled your eyes at how unsure the younger Winchester seemed to have been. You were growing impatient with how long this case was taking. You hated the fact you had to even deal with bugs, so you just wanted this over with.

~~~

With the knowledge of Matthew still being in school, you and the brothers decided to pull up to the bus stop that was in his neighborhood, where you presumed he got dropped off every day after school and waited for the bus to arrive. It was only a couple of minutes until the bus finally arrived and made a stop to let a couple of the students off so they could go home.

But your gaze was fixated on the boy the three of you were here for; as soon as Matt stepped off of the bus, you furrowed your brows when he crossed in front of it and walked across the street, going down a completely different path than his home.

Something didn’t sit well with you as you spoke up. “Isn’t their house that way?” You questioned, pointing in the direction of the boy’s home. Sam let out a sigh as he muttered out a yeah, confirming your suspicions to be true. “Then where’s he going?” You asked, the curiosity was clear in your voice.

It seemed that the boys were both wondering the same thing as they both stepped out of the car. You followed behind in their actions and shut the car door behind you before following them as they trailed behind Matthew. You found yourself growing rather interested when you and the brothers had followed the boy into the woods. You were just now barely catching up to him just in time to see a grasshopper crawl right onto his hand. You watched with a raised brow as he examined it, like it was the most beautiful creature he has ever laid eyes on.

“Hey Matt.” Sam spoke up as the three of you made your way closer to him. The younger boy immediately turned his attention onto you, a look of fear etched over his facial features. “Remember me?” “What are you doing out here?” Matt questioned the younger Winchester, a bit of hesitance clear in his voice.

You gave him a small smile as you shoved your hands inside of your jacket pocket. “We wanted to talk to you.” You answered his question in a soft tone of voice.

Matthew looked over the three of you with suspicion as realization struck him that you weren’t exactly who you said to be. “You’re not here to buy a house, are you?” He questioned. You inhaled a deep breath as you looked over at the older Winchester, who only shook his head no to answer the young man’s question.  This sent the poor kid into a fright. “W-wait. Are you serial killers?” The three of you couldn’t help but chuckle at his question. 

“No, no.” Sam reassured his wandering mind. “No, I think you’re safe.”

“So, Matt, you sure know a lot about insects.” Dean spoke up, bringing all of your attention back to the reason why you were here. Matt shrugged his shoulders, brushing it off as though it was no big deal as his eyes trailed up to the older man.

“Did you hear what happened to Lynda, the realtor?” 

“I heard she died this morning.” Matt said, you furrowed your brows when you noticed there was no hint of emotion in his expression.

“That’s right.” Dean said, explaining to the kid the details of how she passed away. “Spider bites.” 

Sam gave his brother a look from what he was trying to do, as if to let him know to back down before he turned his attention back onto the kid. “Matt, you tried to scare her with a spider.” Sam said, it seemed like he didn’t want to put any blame onto this kid, because maybe it was all just one big coincidence, but he was the only person in the neighborhood with a passion for insects.

You watched as Matt’s face fell into a look of realization from what the younger Winchester was implying. “Wait, you think I had something to do with that?” 

You shrugged your shoulders, “You tell us.”

“That whole thing with the tarantula was a joke.” Matt defended himself from your accusation. For a second, you thought maybe Matt wasn’t behind all of this, but what he said next had you even more curious. “Besides, that wouldn’t explain the bee attack, or the gas company guy.” 

“You know about those?” Sam questioned.

“There’s something going on here.” Matt told all three of you, having no clue of what was happening here himself. “I don’t know what, but something’s happening with the insects. Let me show you something.”

Matt reached over and grabbed his backpack, flinging it over his shoulder before walking past the three of you. You followed him as he began to lead the three of you to a different area in the woods.

“So if you knew about this bug stuff, why not tell your dad?” Sam questioned the boy in front of you, knowing if Matt had mentioned anything, it could save so many lives. “He could clear everyone out.”

But it seemed as though the poor kid already had that plan, only it completely failed. “Believe me, I’ve tried, but Larry doesn’t listen to me.” He explained to you. Deep down, you knew how the kid had felt. A lot of the time, your parents didn’t exactly listen to you when you had something important to tell them. It was almost as if what you would say was invalid. After all, you were just a kid. Sam furrowed his eyebrows at what Matthew had admitted, wondering why. “Mostly? He’s too disappointed in his freak son.” Matt admitted to the pain he had been feeling for a couple of years. You could hear the hurt in voice.

Sam let out a scoff, knowing the feeling all too well. “I hear ya.”

“You do?” Dean questioned his brother. 

Sam turned around to give the older Winchester a look, before deciding to ignore his question as he turned his focus back onto the kid. “How old are you?” He asked.

“Sixteen.” Matt answered.

“Well then don’t sweat it.” Sam said, deciding to give the kid a little heads up for what is about to come in the future. “Because in 2 years something great is gonna happen. College. You’ll be able to get out of the house and away from your dad.”

“What kind of advice is that?” Dean asked his little brother. You hadn’t been around their whole lives, but you could tell that they were both referring to their own family “Kid should stick with his family.” 

All four of you stopped in your tracks as Sam turned to give his brother a look from what he had said. You could tell that Dean was a bit disappointed with what his little brother was trying to say, but he kept quiet to himself as Sam turned back to ask Matt a question. “How much further?” 

“We’re close.” The brothers faced each other one more time and your eyes jumped in between the both of them, watching as they exchanged glares with one another. It was only for a few seconds before Sam turned back around and followed behind the younger boy. 

You looked back at the older Winchester, a concerned expression plastered on your face when you saw the look on his own. But you didn’t stop to talk to him about it, you just began following behind the others again.

It took a few more minutes of walking throughout the woods until the four of you eventually found yourselves in a large clearing. You all stopped so you could take a look around at the trees surrounding you. The only sounds that you could make out over the sounds of your own breathing were the insects. You found it rather interesting how loud they seemed to be.

After a few moments of silence, Matt finally turned to you and the brothers to explain to you what we were here for. “I’ve been keeping track of insect populations.” He said, his lips curled into a small smile from what he was about to say next. “It’s, um, part of an AP science project.” 

“You two are like peas in a pod.” Dean muttered a remark directly to his brother, which earned him a look of disapproval from you.

Meanwhile, Sam ignored the older Winchester as he kept his attention on Matt. “What’s been happening?” He questioned.

“Well, a lot.” Matt admitted, “I mean, from bees to earthworms, uh, beetles. You name it. They’re congregating here.”

“Why?” Dean wondered.

Matt shrugged his shoulders. “No idea.” 

While the boys were communicating, your attention was on what looked to be a raised patch of grass. “What’s that?” You couldn’t help but ask with curiosity in your voice as you turned to look back over at the brothers. But it seemed as though neither of them had a clue as Dean started heading over to it. You followed behind and you soon found yourself cringing when you noticed almost a dozen worms slithering around into the soil.

Dean couldn’t help but to lightly tap his foot onto it, raising all of your suspicions when it created a sinkhole. Beginning to grow curious himself, he crouched down to take a closer look, before looking over to his right when he could see from the corner of his eye a stick laying a few inches away from him. He picked it up off of the ground, making sure that there weren’t any insects crawling around on it before he stuck it deep into the hole he had created to see if there was anything he could find. 

“There’s something down there.” Dean finally spoke up to the three of you after he felt the stick tapping against something hard. He tossed the stick to the side and you had to look away when he reached his hand into the dirt. He groaned in disgust when he felt a few of the worms touch his skin but that wasn’t even the worst part of it when he finally pulled out a human skull. Of course things had to get weirder.

~~~

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(1.8) Bugs: Part one

“It’s a bug problem”

Pairing: Dean x reader, eventual Sam x reader

Warning(s): Little bit of angst, Sam is a sweetheart, language, mentions of death, smidge of fluff, there’s a fucking Tarantula in this part

Summary: Y/N  and the boys head to Oklahoma to investigate a recent spate of insect-related deaths around a new housing development. Y/N opens up about her dark thoughts after the brothers learn about her allergy.

Word count: 6357

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Sam Winchester sat on the hood of the Impala outside of a bar in Oklahoma, reading over the newspaper he had picked up at a gas station a few miles from here. While his older brother went in to earn some cash by hustling, he was looking for anything that could possibly be strange enough to look into as a case. During the free time, he eventually came across an article about the death of a man that had to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He was a part of the construction crew, and his coworker had found him in a ditch with his brain completely gone.

With his lips parting open, the younger Winchester looked back and into the Impala as if he were about ready to say something about the possible case to you. You were always the second opinion when it came down to certain things like this. Because if it were the both of you saying that this looks enough to be your kind of thing, Dean would be convinced. Unfortunately, you were asleep in the backseat with your head leaning gently against the window he rolled up for you and the jacket he had taken off of himself to wrap around your body.

It nearly slipped his mind that you fell asleep almost half an hour ago, but he had done these things with the knowledge that it was pretty chilly outside, and with it being a bar, he also knew how loud it was going to be for you. He was especially thankful that he had rolled your window up when someone had gotten onto their motorcycle and drove away, their engine revving as loud as it could as they did. This had to have been the first time you’ve slept so peacefully, and he didn’t want it ruined by some jackass on a motorbike.

Okay, well. Maybe he wasn’t a jackass. Nobody can control how loud their engine is.

Sam shook his head, letting out a soft sigh as he brought his attention back onto the newspaper. But it was only for a split second until he saw out of the corner of his eye that his brother was coming back out of the building with a huge wad of cash in his hand, waving it around with a proud expression on his face from the amount he had earned. And the younger man took this as an opportunity to give the man a little piece of advice. “You know, we could get day jobs once in a while.” He said.

“Hunting’s our day job.” Dean reminded his brother. “And the pay is crap.”

“Yeah, but hustling pool? Credit card scams?” The younger Winchester listed off the things that didn’t sit well with him. “It’s not the most honest thing in the world, Dean.”

“Well, let’s see, honest.” Sam watched as Dean held out his left hand, “Fun and easy.” The hand with the wad of cash was held out and as if it was a scale, he made a gesture that indicated taking it easy outweighed honesty. “It’s no contest. Besides, we’re good at it. It’s what we were raised to do.”

“Yeah, well, how we were raised was jacked.” Sam remarked.

Dean dropped his gaze down to the cash he had earned and began to count how much of it there was. “Yeah, says you.” He muttered underneath his breath, keeping his focus solely on the cash for a few moments, before looking up and allowing his gaze trail over onto you to see your sleeping body. “Have I really been gone that long?”

Sam followed his brother’s gaze, finding his own landing right back onto you, and he knew exactly what the older man was talking about. “Yeah, you have.” He muttered, before looking back at Dean. He could see the way his brows furrowed as he kept his eyes trained on you, and it didn’t take long for him to notice the jacket that was laid on top of you.

Looking back at his little brother, he arched a brow up in curiosity. “Did you give her your jacket?”

“Yeah, and?” Sam was quick to give him a reply with another question, his tone a bit snippy. “It’s chilly out, she looked cold, and you were inside. I had to keep her warm somehow.” Dean gave the younger man a glare from the snarky attitude, but Sam paid no attention as he pushed himself off of the hood of the car and made his way around to the front. “Anyways, I think I found something; Oasis Plains, Oklahoma- not far from here.” He placed the newspaper down onto the hood of the Impala as he began to read off of the article he was skimming through, giving his older brother the information he had found. “A gas company employee, Dustin Burwash, supposedly died from Creutzfeldt-Jakob.”

Dean’s face scrunched up in confusion. “Huh?”

Sam rolled his eyes at the lack of knowledge he had for certain things. “Human mad cow disease.” He explained.

“Mad cow.” Dean repeated, muttering the two words underneath his breath. Sam watched as he placed his hands down onto the hood of the Impala, his forehead crinkling as he asked, “Wasn’t that on Oprah?”

That came as a shock to the younger man. “You watch Oprah?” He asked as his right brow arched up in curiosity.

A look of embarrassment filled Dean’s face as he licked his lips, hating the fact that he had just admitted his biggest secret. “So this guy eats a bad burger. Why is it our kind of thing?” He questioned, bringing the topic back to the case.

“Mad cow disease causes massive brain degeneration. It takes months, even years, for the damage to appear.” Sam explained to him, before bringing on the strange occurrence with the victim that had just recently suffered from it. “But this guy, Dustin? Sounds like his brain disintegrated in about an hour. Maybe less.”

Dean shuddered at the thought. “Okay, that’s weird.”

“Yeah.” Sam had to agree on that one as he nodded his head to his brother’s comment. “Now, it could be a disease. Or it could be somethin’ much nastier.” He theorized.

Dean pursed his lips as he nodded his head, now understanding that there was serious work to be done. “All right. Oklahoma.” He clapped his hands together as he headed to the driver’s seat, ready to get this case started. Sam went over to his usual seat in the car. “Man. Work, work, work. No time to spend my money.” Dean commented, sounding rather disappointed as he opened up the car, slipping himself inside.

Sam followed in suit and the engine roared to life before the Impala began to move. As the bar was beginning to become nothing but a small spec in the mirror, the younger Winchester turned his head to the backseat, taking notice that you were still asleep. He almost wanted to wake you up to let you know about the case ahead, but after hearing the soft sound of your snores, he decided against it.

~~~

You didn’t know what was going on the following morning when you had woken up, but Sam had filled you in on what was going on and where exactly you were headed. After hearing about it, you had made the bold suggestion of going to speak to Dustin’s partner, knowing it could lead to some answers you need. And you were happy to have the brothers agree. You were pulling up just outside of the gas and power company he and his partner worked and you could immediately see a man about to slip into his vehicle. You noted that it might have been your guy.

The three of you slipped out of the Impala and you followed the boys as Sam asked if he was Travis Weaver. And sure enough, he had confirmed that he was the man you were looking for. But it seemed that Dean still wasn’t too sure it was him. “Are you the Travis who worked with Uncle Dusty?” He asked, slipping out a little white lie that couldn’t hurt anybody.

Travis’s face scrunched up in confusion as he looked over the three of you, “Dustin never mentioned nephews. Or.. a niece.” He said, bringing his gaze over to you.

You could feel yourself becoming flustered, hoping what came out of your mouth wouldn’t screw your covers up. “I’m not really a niece..” You let out a nervous chuckle, “I’m this guy's girlfriend.” You said, nudging Dean’s side with your elbow, watching from the corner of your eye as his lips stretched into a small smile. But you knew that it wasn’t real. “But uh.. he sure did mention you. He said you were the greatest.”

A smile slowly stretched across the man’s lips at what he had heard as the brothers mumbled out a yeah, happy to know his partner had admired him. “Oh, he did? Huh.”

“Listen, we wanted to ask you…” Dean jumped back into the conversation, putting his attention onto Dustin’s death. “What exactly happened out there?”

“I’m not sure.” Travis admitted. “He fell in a sinkhole, I went to the truck to get some rope, and, uh.. by the time I got back…” He paused for a moment, leaving you to push further, asking him what he had seen as your brow raised up in curiosity. Travis swallowed thickly from the image that would be scarred in the back of his mind for a long time. He shook his head. “Nothin’. Just Dustin.”

“No wounds or anything?” Sam asked.

“Well, he was bleeding… from his eyes and his ears, his nose.” Travis said, shrugging his shoulders at what all seemed to be nothing more. “But that’s it.”

“So you think it could be this whole mad cow thing?” You asked, finding yourself wanting to know more. You felt bad for continuing to throw more questions at him. But the more you know, the better.

Travis couldn’t help himself but to shake his head no and shrug his shoulders once more. “I don’t know.” He said. “That’s what the doctors are sayin’.”

“But if it was, he would’ve acted strange beforehand, like dementia, loss of motor control.” Sam listed off things that could hopefully come to Travis’s mind, seeing if his partner had suffered through any of it. “You ever notice anything like that.”

“No. No way.” Was the answer you were dreading to hear, before he asked a question of his own. “But then again, if it wasn’t some disease, what the hell was it?”

“That’s a good question.” You said, shaking your head as you continued on. “Can you tell us where this happened?” You asked, knowing that maybe you could get the answers you were all looking for where his death was. You watched as he nodded his head, mumbling out a simple yeah before giving you the address to this place.

~~~

It took a little under an hour to get to where everything had gone down, thanks to the address Travis had given you and the brothers. You had pulled over across the street from where Dustin and Travis have been working on for a couple of months before the three of you all got out of the Impala and headed over to the construction site, and the sinkhole where Dustin had fallen into, which was surrounded by police tape.

“Huh.” Dean couldn’t help but comment on this whole situation, asking you and his brother for your opinions on the matter. “What do you think?”

“I don’t know.” Sam said, bringing his knowledge on the disease into the matter. “But if that guy, Travis, was right, it happened pretty damn fast.”

“Yeah, you’re telling me.” You remarked, letting out a slight scoff as the three of you ducked down underneath the caution tape to take a good look into the hole. You brought out your flashlight, switching it on and shining it down the dark sinkhole, hoping to find whatever was down there as a question came to your mind. “So, what? Some sort of creature chewed on his brain?” You asked, still not understanding of the disease Sam had explained to you and Dean almost a thousand times.

“No, there’d be an entry wound.” Sam explained the gruesome details. “Sounds like this thing worked from the inside.”

Dean switched on his own flashlight and shined it down into the sinkhole, seeming to get the crazy idea of going down there. “Huh. Looks like there’s only room for one.” He pointed out the obvious fact, switching off his flashlight and shoving it back inside of his jacket pocket. “You wanna flip a coin?” He asked.

You watched as he ducked underneath the caution tape once more to get to the coil of rope that Travis seemed to have left after the tragic event he had witnessed. You stood up, brushing the dirt off of your pants before crossing your arms over your chest, letting out a sigh at how idiotic he was being at this moment. “Dean, we have no idea what’s down there.” You reminded the man, worry coursing through your body of what could happen.

But Dean didn’t listen, he still picked up the rope and headed back over to you with it held tight in his hands. “All right, I’ll go if you guys are scared.” He said, before looking up at the both of you. “Are you scared?”

“Flip the damn coin.” Sam remarked, knowing his brother was only challenging him.

Letting out a chuckle, you watched as Dean grabbed a coin from his jacket pocket. “All right, call it in the air.. chicken.” He teased his little brother, which earned an eye roll from the younger man. You watched as Dean used his thumb to flip the coin into the air, but before it could land, Sam caught it in midair.

You raised a brow, wondering what the hell he was doing.

“I’m going.”

“I said I’d go.” Dean argued.

“I’m going.” Sam repeated.

Dean shrugged his shoulders, knowing there was no fighting his brother on this. “All right.”

With that put out there, Sam took the rope and began to tie it around his waist. But before he went down into the hole, he decided to give his brother a warning. “Don’t drop me.”

Even if he did, I’d push him in, you couldn’t stop the thought from popping up in your mind.

~~~

It didn’t take very long for Sam to call up to you and Dean to let you know he was ready to be pulled back up. You thought maybe he had found something interesting that had caught his eye while he was down there, but what left you disappointed was when he showed you a dead beetle as he told you and his brother there were a few more down in that hole. Now, you were sitting in the backseat of the Impala that was speeding down the black top, resting your head between the two front seats as Sam rolled the beetle around in the palm of his hand. You shuddered at the fact he was touching it.

“So you found some beetles. In a hole, in the ground.“ Dean broke off the silence that seemed to have fallen between you as he kept his attention on the road ahead.

Sam tore his gaze away from the insect and brought it over to his brother. “There were no tunnels, no tracks. No evidence of any other kind of creature down there.” He explained to you the disappointment of his findings before observing over the beetle once more. “Y’know, some beetles do eat meat. Now, it’s usually dead meat, but-”

“How many did you find down there?” Dean cut his brother off to ask him a question.

"Ten.” Sam answered his brother as he pressed his finger right against his hand near where the beetle was.

You were doubtful at the answer Dean was being given. “It’d take a whole lot more than that to eat out some dude’s brain.”

“Well, maybe there were more.” Sam said, turning his head to look back at you.

Dean wasn‘t buying into any of it, though. “I don’t know, it sounds like a stretch to me.”

“Well, we need more information on the area, the neighborhood. Whether something like this has ever happened before.” Sam listed what might possibly help the three of you with this. But you and Dean kept silent as you tried your hardest to look back on any of the newspaper articles you’ve read. The older Winchester, though, seemed to have had his eye on something right across the road. "What?” Sam questioned.

You lifted your head up a bit more and followed Dean’s line of vision to several red balloons. It seemed like you had just passed a sign for an open house, which meant free food and that was something the older brother couldn’t pass up.

“I know a good place to start.” Dean finally spoke up as he read over a sign that passed by, Models Open. New Buyers’ BBQ Today! “I’m kinda hungry for a little barbeque, how ‘bout you two?” Dean suggested, but you and Sam just gave him looks of disapproval, to which he responded. “What, we can’t talk to the locals?”

“And the free food’s got nothin’ to do with it?” Sam asked in a curious tone of voice. It was clear he was trying to hide his amusement as he shook his head.

“Of course not. I’m a professional.” Dean said, your lips curled into a small smile as Sam muttered out a right. And in just a few seconds, Dean was pulling over a couple of feet away from where the balloons were. You let out a sigh and stepped out of the car, walking down the street with the brothers as Dean spoke up. “Growin’ up in a place like this would freak me out.”

“Why?” Sam questioned.

“Well, manicured lawns, “How was your day, honey?” I’d blow my brains out.” Dean let out a scoff as he gestured to the lawns.

“There’s nothing wrong with “normal”.” Sam told him.

“I’d take our families over normal any day.” Dean replied, not even pausing for a moment to think about it.

You listened as the two of them talked about this. Sam was right, you were telling yourself. There is nothing wrong with living a normal life. You knew because for a while, you were living a normal life. Aside from the fact you were adopted, you still went camping with your parents, you had birthday parties where you had been able to invite your friends, you got your driver’s license at a normal age and you even went to college.

When you were with the Halliwells, you still considered yourself normal. Although there were countless demons showing up to the manor, you were still able to get a job and you were able to live in a house and call two of your favorite little boys your nephews. Now, you’re constantly on the road, chasing after the Supernatural and sleeping around in different motel rooms.

You wouldn’t mind having a normal life again, one where the three of you didn’t have to deal with the Supernatural. You wanted to find a house, possibly one you all could share.  This weighed heavy on your mind as the three of you got up to the door. Dean knocked on it and the three of you waited for a few seconds until a man dressed up in a fancy suit and had graying hair answered the door.

“Welcome.” He greeted you with a smile on his face.

“This the barbeque?” Dean asked, after all three of you had returned the gesture.

“Yeah, not the best weather, but…” The man trailed out as he reached over to shake Dean’s hand. “I’m Larry Pike, the developer here. And you are… ?”

“Dean.” The older Winchester introduced the three of you. “This is Sam, and that’s Y/N.”

Larry had just finished shaking Sam’s hand as he went to shake yours, you gave him a small smile as he did so before he dropped his arm to his side. “Sam, Dean, Y/N, good to meet you. So, you are interested in Oasis Plains?”

“Yes, sir.” Dean answered with a grin.

“Let me just say- we accept homeowners of any race, religion, color, or… sexual orientation.” What Larry had said left you struggling to keep yourself from laughing as Sam and Dean slowly realized what the developer meant. You certainly understood why he’d think the three of you were in a relationship, but you couldn’t help finding it funny that he thought the brothers were together.

“We’re brothers.” Dean clarified, pointing over at Sam with his thumb before gesturing over to you. You forced yourself not to let your eyes widen at the little white lie he slipped out of his mouth. "I’m actually uh.. engaged to Y/N.”

Larry grew embarrassed when the older Winchester had corrected him of his mistake. You cleared your throat and placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder, speaking up to keep the awkwardness back. “We’re looking for a place to buy.”

“Great, great. Congratulations! Come on in.” Larry said with a smile, grateful for the change of subject. He stepped aside to let you all in before leading you all the way to the backyard. You were quick to notice that there were other people out here, too. But they were too busy chattering to even notice you.

“You said you were the developer?” Sam asked once you had stepped outside.

“Eighteen months ago, I was walking this valley with my survey team. There was nothing here but scrub brush and squirrels." Larry explained as you looked around the place, you were immediately feeling out of place when you realized everyone here was dressed up all nice while you and the brothers were wearing casual clothing. “And you know what, we built such a nice place to live that I actually bought into it myself. This is our house. We’re the first family in Oasis Plains.'' You and the brothers followed the man over to a blonde woman that was dressed in a pink button up and a black and white pattern skirt. You watched as he placed a hand on her lower back as he introduced her to the three of you. “This is my wife, Joanie.” Names, handshakes and smiles were exchanged before Larry continued talking to her again before he had to take off someplace else. “Tell them how much you love the place, honey. And lie if you have to because I need to sell some houses.”

“Right.” Joanie agreed with a grin as she brought her gaze back to the three of you. You gave her another small smile.

“Will you three excuse me?” Larry excused himself from the group, giving you another smile before moving his way around all of you and heading off into another direction.

His wife seemed just as welcoming as he was. “Don’t let his salesman routine scare you.” She said, her smile still plastered onto her face. “This really is a great place to live.”

Out of nowhere, another woman with dark hair neatly pulled into a tight bun joined into the conversation. You didn’t know why, but her energy overwhelmed you as she introduced herself. “Hi, I’m Lynda Bloom, head of sales.”

“And Lynda was second to move in.” Joanie said, although she kept smiling, the tone she was using was giving you a different message. “She’s a very noisy neighbor, though.” She added on, before leaving the three of you alone with Lynda.

The woman in front of you couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “She’s kidding, of course. I take it you are interested in becoming homeowners.”

“Well…” Dean started to speak, but couldn’t find the right words to say.

“We- well… They…” You stuttered.

“Y-yeah, well…” Sam continued.

“Well, let me just say that we accept homeowners of any race, religion, color, or… sexual orientation.” Lynda had said the exact same thing Larry had a few minutes ago.

“Right.” Dean let out a chuckle, you bit your lip as he found himself giving up in telling people he and his brother were not dating, and that this wasn’t a three way relation.. “Um… I’m gonna go talk to Larry. Okay, honey?” His last words were directed at Sam.

You didn’t really see what happened next, but the older Winchester started walking away back towards the house. You watched as Sam turned his head to look over his shoulder, only when he turned back to face you and Lynda did you realize what had been done. From the awkward smile that stretched across his lips, you knew that his brother had smacked him on the ass just for show. He wasn’t going to bother continuously telling people that he and his little brother weren’t in a relationship.

~~~

At this point in time, you were beginning to wish that you had gone into the house with Dean to talk to Larry. As Lynda continued telling you and the younger Winchester about how great the houses were, you found yourself growing annoyed with each passing second. She might’ve not been noisy, but she sure was a talkative person. At first, you were invested in what she was trying to sell you and Sam, everything about the homes in this neighborhood sounded amazing and if you weren’t a hunter of the supernatural, you’d actually think about looking into buying one.

But you eventually tuned her out when she started going on about the steam showers. Not to be rude or anything, you were far from wanting to do it just because. But it was due to the fact that you had caught a glimpse of something moving around on the table. And when you looked down, you froze up at the sight of a tarantula slowly crawling towards her hand. Out of fear, you reached a hand up to the younger Winchester’s arm, your fingers grasping into the sleeve of his jacket. You hated spiders more than anything, and though it might’ve not been on you, just the sight of it sent chills down your spine and goosebumps all along the skin of your arms.

It seemed Sam had taken notice of it, too. But that wasn’t all he noticed. Unlike you, he had trailed his eyes up behind Lynda to see a young, teenage boy letting out a laugh as he watched what was happening. Right after you had clung onto him, he gave the lady a warm smile, telling her to excuse the two of you for a moment so that she would move away before the giant spider could each touch her skin. What he had done next, you considered it bravery. Of course, you still didn’t like it.

“Wait, what are you doing?” You asked him as he stepped forward to the Tarantula, bringing his hand down to gather it into his palm. He glanced over his shoulder to raise a brow up at you. “It’s a giant spider!” You quietly hissed at him. “Don’t tell me you’re going to pick it up.”

“Wait a minute- are you afraid of spiders, Y/N?” He questioned you. You’ve dealt with much scarier things, you had to get rid of ghosts, dealt with an exorcism and even got captured by a wendigo. But what terrified you the most were bugs, especially the ones that had eight legs. You couldn’t help shuddering at the way it crawled onto his hand.

“It’s so hairy, and it has eight legs.” You pointed out. “How does that not feel weird to you?”

“Shortcake, it just tickles.” He said. “What are you so afraid of?”

You didn’t answer his question right away, mainly because you didn’t hear it as you were too busy focusing on the nickname he had called you. You haven’t heard him call you that since high school, when he realized he was just a bit taller than you. Not to mention, strawberries were your go to fruit. You always brought your lunch for school from home, and in your lunch bag consisted of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a gatorade and a bag of strawberries with a small tub of whipped cream. He was sitting with you for the first time in the cafeteria after the two of you had gotten closer, and that’s when he had come up with your nickname.

With so much time being passed, you thought he had forgotten all about it, but he didn’t. And that made you, and for some reason, your heart, happy.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you felt him gently nudge you with his elbow, making sure to keep the tarantula away from you. You looked up at him with a blank expression on your face, your brow arched up. “What?” You asked him. He playfully rolled his eyes before repeating his question, what were you so afraid of. “I guess I’m just afraid that it’ll bite me. I’ve always been told that tarantulas can be poisonous.”

“Wild ones can be, but little guys like these won’t do much damage to you.” He explained. But even though he was trying to calm your nerves about spiders, you were still terrified of how it looked. You had to look away once the two of you reached the teenaged boy, who you now noticed was rather pleased about what had gone down. “Is this yours?”

The kid looked defeated after realizing he was caught, as his hand reached out to take his pet back from the younger Winchester. But he wasn’t afraid of either of you getting angry at him, he was more afraid of his father and what sort of punishment the man could potentially bring him. “Are you gonna tell my dad?”

“I don’t know.” Sam said, not knowing who this kid was talking about. “Who’s your dad?”

The kid let out a scoff from what he was hearing, as if he should’ve known better. And you snapped your gaze towards him from what he said next. “Larry usually skips me in the family introductions.”

“Ouch.” You said, surprised by what the kid had just called his dad. For him to do something like that, they must have a pretty tough patch in their relationship that just can’t be fixed. “First-name basis with the old man sounds pretty grim.”

Of course, you couldn’t judge him for what he did. Because you’ve done it, too. When you first found out you were adopted, you freaked out. You yelled at your parents, told them how much you hated them for keeping it a secret from you. And your dad made the mistake of telling you to calm down. You had called him by his first name, and that was the moment everything had gone down south. You still felt guilty to this day, especially after remembering how you watched as the look in his eyes turned into a heartbroken one, and you didn’t care.

“Well, I’m not exactly brochure material.” The kid muttered underneath his breath.

“Well, hang in there.” Sam spoke up again, giving him a piece of advice. “It gets better, all right? I promise.”

“When?”

You looked over to the younger Winchester to see that his lips were parted open, ready to give the kid an answer. But all of you were bringing your attention behind you when you heard Larry call out his son’s name in a disappointed tone. He and Dean were walking towards the three of you, the older man going over to Matthew’s side, giving him a look of disapproval before turning his attention onto you and the man standing next to you.

“I am so sorry about my son and his… pet.” You watched as he looked down at the tarantula, obvious signs of him not being too happy were showing. He didn’t feel comfortable with his son collecting so many bugs, and he especially didn’t feel comfortable with him letting his own spider loose just to mess with his job.

“It’s no bother.” Sam reassured the man that it was no trouble. After all, Matthew was just a kid. “It’s no problem at all.”

But Larry still didn’t seem so pleased. “Excuse us.” He said, placing his hand on his son’s arm before leading him back to the house.

“Remind you of somebody?” Sam asked his brother after he had come up to the two of you moments after they had left. You glanced over at them, and even though you couldn’t hear him, it was clear that Larry was yelling at his son about the stunt he had pulled. This was no place to bring something like that. Dean was confused when he looked back at him. Sam rolled his eyes at what his brother wasn’t getting. “Dad?”

Dean let out a scoff at what the younger Winchester was implying. “Dad never treated us like that.”

“Well, Dad never treated you like that.“ Sam corrected him as he let out a laugh. "You were perfect. He was all over my case. You don’t remember?”

“Well, maybe he had to raise his voice, but sometimes, you were out of line.” Dean said, his voice becoming low.

"Right.” Sam let out a scoff at what Dean was saying. “Right, like when I said I’d rather play soccer than learn bow-hunting.”

“Bow-hunting’s an important skill.”

“Whatever.” Sam muttered underneath his breath, before bringing the topic back to what Dean did. “How was your tour?” He asked.

“Oh, it was excellent. We’re ready to buy.” Dean answered, flashing a small smile at the younger Winchester as you and Sam both let out a chuckle before listening as he continued on. “So you might be onto something, because it looks like Dustin Burwash wasn’t the first strange death around here.”

“What happened?” You questioned.

“About a year ago, before they broke ground, one of Larry’s surveyors dropped dead while on the job.“ Dean explained. "Get this, severe allergic reaction to bee stings.”

Sam nodded his head at that fact. “More bugs.”

“More bugs.” Dean confirmed.

“Oh, yay. More bugs.” You mumbled out sarcastically as you began to feel something crawling on you. But you knew it was because of what you had to deal with on this case.

~~~

Night had fallen by the time the three of you had come back; Sam was behind the Impala as he drove through the neighborhood, giving Dean time to look through his father’s journal to see what he could find on this kind of thing. You were looking out the window, trying to keep yourself from falling asleep because of how quiet it was becoming.

“You know, I’ve heard of killer bees, but killer beetles?” Dean wondered out loud what seemed all out of sorts to him as he kept his attention on the pages of his father’s journal. “What is it that could make different bugs attack?”

“Hauntings sometimes include bug manifestations.” Sam pointed out to his brother.

“Yeah, but I didn’t see any evidence of ghost activity.”

Sam let out a sigh, knowing you were right about that. “Yeah, me neither.”

Dean looked up from the journal in front of him as a thought crossed his mind. “Maybe they’re being controlled somehow," He said. “You know, by something or someone.”

“You mean, like Willard?” Sam questioned, raising a brow up.

“Yeah, bugs instead of rats.” Dean said.

“You know, there have been cases of psychic connections between people and animals- elementals, telepaths.” You said, bringing your gaze away from the window and shifting around in your seat as you leaned forward, resting both of your elbows on the front seats.

“Yeah that whole Timmy-Lassie thing..” Dean trailed off from what he was saying as he went back to skimming over the pages of his father’s journal. But it was only for a few seconds until something- or someone crossed his mind as he looked back at his brother. “Larry’s kid…he’s got bugs for pets.”

You shrugged your shoulders, beginning to think he might be onto something here. “He did try to scare the realtor with a tarantula.”

“You think he’s our Willard?” Sam asked.

You let out a sigh, “I don’t know.”

The car fell silent for a moment, all before something had caught the older Winchester’s eyes. “Oh, hey, pull over here.” You lifted your head up to take a peek at what Dean was looking at as Sam did what he was ordered to do, pulling up in the driveway of an empty Oasis Plains home. You let out a soft sigh, knowing if you got caught breaking into this place you’d be in jail for life.

“What are we doing here?” Sam couldn’t help himself but to ask as Dean out of the car and headed over to the garage door.

“It’s too late to talk to anyone else!” Dean told his brother.

“We’re gonna squat in an empty house?” Sam asked, clearly not on board with this plan.

You watched as Dean lifted up the garage door and motioned for Sam to pull the car up inside of it. “I wanna try the steam shower. Come on.” But Sam hesitated for a moment, leaving Dean to become annoyed with him as he shouted the command one more time. “Come on!”

Dean looked around the neighborhood to make sure nobody was coming out of their houses to see the crime we were  about to commit. Sam pulled up into the garage, and as he did, he reached his arm out of the rolled down window to punch his brother right in the gut for what he was making him do. You leaned back in your seat and let out a soft laugh for the action that you should’ve told him was uncalled for as Dean winced at the pain before shutting the garage door.

~~~

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Request: hi darling! i have a request. sam winchester x petite female readershe’s always kinda trailing behind him, latching onto him when she’s scared, asking him questions. one day he gets really frustrated and raises his voice at her, she gets very frightened and flinches, he stomps away and eventually goes to apologize. it ends up with her saying “i’ve always felt same around you but you really scared me sam” and ends in fluff By: @sizekinkshawty I hope you enjoy(:

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Petite fem!reader

Summary: Y/N has always felt safe around the younger Winchester. That is, until he snaps at her for asking a question he didn’t like all too well. This leads to admitting some unsaid feelings towards each other.

Warning(s): Angst, language, Sam being a scary giant teddy bear for like- five seconds, a little bit of fluff

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The Winchester brothers saved you a couple of years ago, right around the time all of the Leviathan’s were walking around the earth after getting loose from purgatory. They figured you weren’t going to be safe on your own, and due to the fact that you had no family, they took you under their wing and let you ride along with them. But they never once allowed you to join them on the cases they worked. You were always left in the motel room they’d check into for a couple of nights, making sure that everything was safe from all of the supernatural entities that could possibly want you dead; the brothers salted the windows and the base of the motel door, and they set not just one, but multiple demon traps, blocking any kind of evil spirit or demon from entering. 

They even set up traps for Leviathans, and gave you a gun full of silver bullets for any shapeshifter that walked right in. Sam and Dean knew that it was probably a little too much, what they were doing to go out of their way to protect you. But they couldn’t take any risks. At least then they’d know that you were safe. Of course, all of that changed when you all found out about the bunker. In fact, they eased up on it, because they knew now you being here alone was going to be safe. Well, at least one of them knew.

Over the last couple of years, you’ve found yourself growing attached to the younger Winchester. Because even though his older brother stopped going all out on making sure you were protected, he never did. He just wasn’t as much of a pest as he used to be about it. Every now and then, he’d ask if you were doing okay, reassuring you that he was just in the next room over if you needed anything- you always found comfort in knowing that he chose the room right next to yours just for the sole purpose of you knowing you could rush right over whenever you got scared. He even made sure to call and check up on you whenever he and his brother were on a case that had them out of the bunker for a few days.

Because of this, you took it upon yourself to cling onto him every time something terrified you. He didn’t mind it, of course. He never minded being the one to protect you. You were so small and fragile, it always had him afraid that something, or someone could easily snap you like a twig. What really started getting to him, though, was when you began following him around like a lost puppy while he did research, asking questions about what weapons killed what monster. You also wondered what kind of creatures they’ve defeated in the past before you came into their lives. 

Sam, being the nicest one out of both him and his brother, didn't say anything, but answered all of the questions you had to ease your mind. But when he finally found himself coming undone, it happened to be the day when you asked about joining them along for a case, just to see how it'd go. He wasn't able to stop the laugh that escaped past his lips, before he answered with a flat out, no. 

"Why not?" You questioned him. "I know everything I need to, and I'd be safe-"

The sound of a hardcover book roughly slamming against the top of the library table cut you off, making you flinch; Sam had thrown the book he was planning on reading for research down out of pure frustration. He never meant to, hell, he didn't even realize what he was doing until it was too late. "Dammit, Y/N, I said no!" He screamed at you. You felt like a little puppy cowering back in fear, with its tail in between its legs and a whimper coming from them. "No means no, why can't you get that through your fucking head?! You've been asking me so many questions these past few days, it's actually driving me insane. Now I've got a question for you- can you leave me the hell alone?!"

He didn’t realize how much damage yelling at you was going to do until he had actually done it. At first, it took him a minute to process what he had actually done, but then he saw your face and the way your expression had fallen into a terrified one, your eyes glossing over with tears. With a guilty conscience, the younger Winchester opened up his mouth to speak, but he didn't know what to say to make it all better. And to make matters worse, the deep voice of his older brother coming from behind had him freezing up in place.

"Y/N, why don't you go to your room?" It came out as a question, but you knew that Dean was giving you an order. You could see the disappointment etching his facial features. But he wasn't upset with you, he was upset with his little brother. You bit down onto your bottom lip, before doing what he asked and walking away, leaving him alone to talk to Sam. "What the hell, man? You know better than to yell at her."

“I know, I know I do.” Sam said, letting out a sigh as he pulled out a chair from the table and took a seat. He propped his elbow up on the top and ran a hand down his face. “It’s just- she’s been asking so many questions these last couple of weeks and I-”

“And what?” Dean cut his little brother off, “You thought that was a good enough reason for you to yell at her the way you did? We want her to know that she’s safe, Sam. But that can’t happen if you’re throwing books around and being a complete asshole.”

“You obviously didn’t hear what she had to ask today.” The younger Winchester mumbled, Dean raised a brow in curiosity, wondering what it was that sent the man off the edge. “She asked about hunting, if she could come on a hunt with us. I told her no, but she just wouldn’t take it for an answer and I-” His words cut off when he found himself getting choked up, his eyes stinging with tears that he had to blink back just so they wouldn’t escape. “I just snapped.”

The older Winchester examined his brother’s facial expressions carefully, and it didn’t take long for him to realize why he was getting so emotional. Sam was always afraid of people getting hurt around him, but he’s never once shed a tear unless it was for another reason altogether. “You like her, don’t you?” Sam didn’t say a single word. But he didn’t have to. All he needed to do was drag his gaze elsewhere for the older man to know. “Now I get it.”

“What do I do?” Sam asked his brother.

“You already know what to do, you’ve got to apologize.” Dean pointed out. He began making his way out of the library, but before he did, he stopped in his tracks, turning to face his little brother. “And if it makes you feel any better, as crappy as I am when it comes to romance, I know that she likes you too.”

Sam watched as the older man walked away this time, leaving him in a rather confused state of mind after hearing what he had to say. There was no way you liked him, how could a girl like you like a guy like him? Whether or not that was the truth, though. He knew that his brother was right about one thing- he had to apologize to you.

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The younger Winchester was standing out in the hall in front of your bedroom door, hesitant on just reaching out a hand and knocking on it. He's been there for ten minutes, and the guilt that was sitting in the pit of his stomach was just getting worse when he could hear you crying. And it was at this moment that he was going to be beating himself up over what he had done to you for months. 

Letting out a quiet sigh, he finally knocked on your door. But his lips fell into a frown when he heard you speak, "If you're Sam, don't come in." You said, your voice coming out broken.

He raised his hands in a surrendering motion, as if you were standing right in front of him. "Okay, then I won't come in." He said. "I'll just stay out here." With that being said, he sat himself down on the floor and leaned his backside up against your door. "Y/N, I'm sorry.. I never should've yelled at you like that. I didn't want to, either."

"Then why did you?" You asked, speaking loud enough for him to hear.

"It's just- you've been asking so many questions. And I know, that's not a justifiable reason, but then you asked about going on a hunt with Dean and I.." Sam let out a soft sigh. "Not only was I frustrated when you didn't listen after I said no, but I was also panicked.”

For a moment, he thought that he could hear the shuffling of feet across the floor on the other side of your bedroom door, but then it all fell silent. Either you had moved closer to listen to what he had to say with much more interest, or he was going crazy. But he eventually got his answer when you spoke up again, wondering why he was so panicked. You sounded much closer than you did before. "Everyone I've ever loved or cared for in a certain way has ended up dead. I didn't want you to end up just like them." He explained to you. "I like you, Y/N/N. And as of lately, knowing that you’re safe is the only thing that keeps me sane."

A few moments of silence lingered in the air, and just when the younger Winchester thought he had ruined his friendship with you for good, he found himself nearly falling backwards when you opened up the door without warning. After managing to catch himself, though, he got himself up to his feet and just stood in front of you, his gaze locked onto yours as you looked right back at him. “You really scared me today, and normally I always feel safe around you.” You said. You watched as his face fell into a saddened expression, he nodded and glanced down at the ground, avoiding your gaze until he heard what you said next. “I still do. And honestly, I think it’s because of how much I like you, too.”

Sam’s lips stretched into the widest smile you’ve ever seen on him. And before you knew it, he was stepping forward, and bringing you into a tight embrace. He’s hugged you many times before, but it’s never been anything like this. This time, he was breathing in your scent as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck as your arms wrapped around his own. You never knew that just a pair of arms could make you feel so protected and loved, you never knew that just a pair of arms could feel like home. 

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