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Castiel x Cain

This Idea is going to kill me, but I had to wright it. I might make this into an actual story and not just a oneshot... Not sure yet.

Warnings: nothing, it's just short.

Bees

"Castiel? What are you doing here?" Cain asks in confusion, taking off the mask of his bee suit to look the angel properly in the face. He didn't even know the angel was here until a few minutes ago. He just noticed the bees all gravitating towards a specific spot. With a frown, he stared at the angel for a few minutes before even deciding to ask: "How did you even find me?"

Castiel slowly turns away from the bees and smiles up to the demon. "I'm watching the bees. They told me to follow them." The angel explains with a wide grin. He then giggles as a bee lands on his nose. He goes cross-eyed looking at it, before gently blowing at it so it would leave. He looks back up to the demon with an innocent grin and tilts his head.

Cain frowns, but with a deeper look he noticed that something was off about the angel. The angel that he used to know everything about, what has time done to them? "I enjoy them as well. I decided to take care of them in my free time. If you would like to come in I have some fresh honey."

Castiel's eyes light up and he nods his head excitedly, bouncing slightly as the bees continue to land on him. He doesn't even mind them, instead he stares dead at the demon in front of him.

Cain watches him for another split second before begining to walk them towards his house. When he stepped through the doorway, he made his beesuit go away without a real thought and stepped into the house with his normal attire. "Are you staying for dinner or is this only a quick visit?" He asks, sounding as if he was only slightly interested, but in reality he almost wished the angel would stay. He has not had pleasant company in a long time and wouldn't mind it being from his old angelic freind.

"Oh, I'm not supposed to be out of the sight of Meg." He says with a frown, tilting his head down as he thinks. He then looks back up to me with fierce determination that showed the spark of the angel he used to be. "I'm staying here with you, Cain. I don't want to return to that place." He says with a straightened back and a firm jaw, that Cain knew that the angel he remembered was still there somewhere.

"Then don't." Cain simply shrugs, rolling up his sleeves before reaching into the fridge. "You're welcome to stay as long as you want, Castiel." He says while turning around, wanting the angel to know he was safe as he once wanted when he was just as naive. He falls silent when he sees that the angel was now standing right infront of him. He raises an eyebrow curiously, but Castiel doesn't back down.

"I apologise for my actions those many years ago. I was very much like a bee then." Castiel whispers, a frown tight on his face. He looks down to Cain and tilts his head slightly. "I should not have abandoned you like I did, maybe your wife would still be alive."

Cain frowns and sees the guilt evident int the angel's eyes. With a sigh, he rests a reassuring hand on his shoulder. He closes his eyes briefly and takes a deeo breath before responding. "It's alright, Castiel. I have moved past it. I still regret what I did, but now she is in heaven where she belongs. That's because of you, she's up there and not in Hell because of you. So, thank you."

Castiel's grin instantly splits across his face and he nods his head. "You're welcome." He says quickly, his grin growing at the words as if he never gets to say them. "Do you want to play a game?"

Cain chuckles and nods his head. For the moment he will go along with the Angel's antics, but he'll figure out what's going on with him. He figure out what the pesky Winchesters did to his angel, why he's broken like he is.

He'll save the angel that saved him, and he swore it on Collete's grave.

Because no one knew better than the love for his angel than his wife.

Castiel x Reader

A cute oneshot requested by @blue-lion1

Warnings: Nothing, just a short, fluffly story about the angel we all adore

All the Stars

"(Y/n), Dean said you have not left your room in a few days. Are you okay?" The familiar deep voice of the Angel's asks through the other side of my door, making my whole body jump in suprise. I had to restrain myself from wanted to just bust out of my room and chase Dean down for worrying him. He had absolutely no right to worry his best freind. He's just pouting because I won't give him his favourite pair of sweatpants back.

"I'm fine, Castiel." I call back, huffing slightly as I pushed myself up off the bad, probably the first time I have actually moved in hours. Shuffling my socked feet over to the door, I open it with a yawn and a half strech. "I'm just-" I start after blinking exhaustion away, but pause when I see the obvious fear in his face. "Cas, angel, what's wrong?"

"I don't want to loose you." He says quickly, and immediately thoughts of Dean doing exactly what I am currently doing flies through my thoughts. It's how Dean acted right before a lot of his... 'Disappearances'

"Oh!" I sputter out, quickly pulling him down into a hug. "You're not going to loose me. I'm just hiding out from my brothers, I get tired of them sometimes." I explain honestly. He hugs me back, a little awkward at first, but then relaxes into it before resting his head on mine.

"I understand. I too get tired of their presence and have to hide away." He agrees. I pull away from the hug and raise a brow.

"I know you're not used to this whole dating thing yet, but I just want you to know you have complete right to speak your mind." I mumble while tapping his nose lightly with my finger. He goes cross-eyed for a split second, before nodding his head.

"I trust you." He responds simply, then carefully grabs my hand into his own. Smiling proudly, I slightly squeeze my hand and press a light kiss to his lips.

"I love you, Castiel." I whisper close to his ear and he exhales slowly.

He pulls me closer to his body and presses a deeper kiss onto my lips in return. "I love you, too."

"Like all that stars." I tease and his eyes widen slightly, before he relaxes. He brings my hand up to his lips as presses a soft kiss onto my knuckles.

"More than all the stars I created."

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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)

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i’ve never used tumblr, idk how to make this look nice-

Summary: Sam finds a part-time job to make a living and meets a sweet coworker who steals all his time and his heart.

Pairings: Fast food worker!Sam Winchester x coworker!reader. Set right before season 1, therefore Stanford!Sam. coworkers to lovers kinda. f!reader. height difference. Finally glasses wearing!reader.

warnings: fluff, use of (y/n), brief mention of body insecurity, not edited

word count: 3.6 k

-this is my first real oneshot because i haven't written fics in so long, bare with me and give me advice or comment. i love love this community so pls do mwah <3

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study, work, sleep. that's all you do at this point in your life. after moving out of your shitty household, away from your family to finally have the independence you always craved.however, you didn't expect this freedom to get you to be working the night shift in a fast food place on the side of the road, near your college dorms just to make 10 bucks an hour. your mother called it “honest work”, you called it bullshit. 

the days blurred together; class, work, study, sleep – if barely 4 hours counted as sleep. you wake up at six, chug coffee (that never seemed strong enough), sit through lectures half-conscious, clock into a job you hate, go home, repeat. it's mundane, but you told yourself that this was adult life now. it's the freedom you had been craving right? so you didn't complain.

you thanked your lucky star every day that your parents begrudgingly paid for your studies. not many had that. they worked harder than ever to continue to pay for your tuition, extra hours and all. deep down, it made you feel kind of bad. it's one of the reasons why you signed up for that stupid job you hate anyway. to help them in any way you could, because you could see the dirty looks they gave you every time they paid for your studies. you hated being codependent so might as well show them you're not a complete disappointment.

after finishing your studies, you put on the flashy yellow polo shirt with the bland logo on your left pec; unconsciously tugging at its mid section that highlight the squish of your body in ways that make you feel uncomfortable. you scoot into your jeans and reach for your glasses on the nightstand, putting them on comfortably on your nose bridge. let's get this show on the road.

and sam, poor sam, he on the other hand was stressed the fuck out. he wasnt supposed to be here, he was supposed to be buried nose deep in law text books. or spending his nights in the library. maybe to prove to himself - or to his dad - when this was all over that he was still useful and independent like a normal person. but sam was far from normal and that was clear.

“you think life’s hard, sammy? Try hunting things that wanna rip you apart.” either his brother or dad would have said, but he didnt care. he wanted a family, but he didn't have the luxury of it. instead he was standing under the flickering fluorescent lights of the fast food joint he found to work, wearing a name tag with a name that barely felt like his own; ‘sam winchester’. 

sure he was far from home, far from the stress of his family but deep down he still felt like he was running. running from what? maybe his responsibilities. no. it wasn't his responsibility to pick up after his father. 

he wasn't looking forward to being the new guy at work, once again having to be thrown into something he'd just have to adapt to. but it wasnt so bad. he had friends in his university, the same one you happened to go to. he had jess, brady, zach, and luis. it wasn't all bad. he bet zach would have a laugh if he saw how ridiculous he looked in this awful uniform. 

his boss was talking, but he was barely listening, his thoughts too clouded by sleep as they walk down the backrooms of the restaurant and towards the kitchen. where coincidentally, you just walked into. and oh boy the moment he spots you, its like a breath of fresh air, you looked around the same age as him and just as tired. maybe he wouldn't be such a sore thumb in this new job after all. 

you clock into work, waving at your coworkers with a polite smile like you always do. according to your boss, this friendly nature and facade was one of the reasons you were always ‘employee of the month’; you almost scoff at the idea. you, a student doing the bare minimum to survive got you this title. It really shows how shitty this joint is, how little effort the employees put in. this ‘hard earned’ title is also the reason why you spot your boss and a tall young man wearing the employee uniform standing by his side walking towards you with purpose.

“(y/n), we've got a new employee joining our team. As an employee of the month, i want you to train him and show him the ropes, alright? good luck” he says without a breach for protest or a reply. you stand there for a few seconds, rather awkwardly as you and the pretty boy in front of you stare at each other. you push up your glasses, pursing your lips ever so slightly as you think of something to say. this was never asked of you, you were used to just keeping your head down and doing your job, now you were being asked to train a new employee. that's fine.

 “Hi.” he greets first, extending his hand politely. this act made your shoulders relax, the warm tone in his voice was enough to break the awkward silence. you are quickly drawn to his eyes, sweet, puppy dog green-brown eyes. it was actually overwhelming as you instinctively look him up and down. 

you clear your throat, jerking your hand forward and grasping his hand; shaking it ever so slightly. you hear him let out a quiet chuckle, your cheek flare in embarrassment as you realize he's laughing at your awkwardness. but it isn't mocking, it's genuinely sweet. “hi! uh-so…im (y/n)” you finally cut through the silence you allowed to linger for far too long.

“sam” he replies kindly, so kindly it made you want to squish him. cuteness aggression. “you'll…train me?” he adds, eyes darting down to your still joined hands. but he didn't pull away, surprisingly enough, but you do as to maintain professionalism even though every inch of you was begging for you to just hold this cute boy's hand. 

“yup, thats what – yeah thats what im here to do – yes.” you stutter out, scolding yourself internally for acting like this. it made you feel like a weirdo. this boy walks into your life, and within a few minutes makes you feel nervous. you love it. “come” you add, swiftly, turning on your heels and walking down towards the staff down near the back of the building just for some basic instructions to get him on his feet.

the next 2 hours were actually fun. he made training feel like bonding rather than work. you help him with the basics; food safety, customer service, register training, efficiency, all the things that keep this crappy fast food joint up and running like the good employee you are. you two manage to talk so much about your lives during that time, that you don't think you've laughed that much in forever. 

you wipe down the counters, the restaurant’s flow of customers slowing down just enough for you to do a general sweep of the kitchen and keep up with the health and safety protocols bestowed upon you. your wrist starts to hurt as you wipe down the counter next to the grill, eyes darting to sam as he readies to cook more of the burgers, which you had taught him to do. “this job is gonna kill me” you mutter, half joking and gently rolling your wrist around as it starts to get sore from all the effort being put into wiping the single smudge of grease on the counter. “feels like ill spend my entire life here, like i aint moving forward, you know?”

sam exhales a laugh, his hand pausing their movements on the grill as he takes in your words. he knew exactly how that felt, its how he used to feel every day living with his dad and brother. more his dad. john winchester was never known for being warm. “yeah, i get that.” he agrees, pausing for a beat to think. “i guess im just used to it, you know. moving, working, not really having the time for – you know, a life” 

his words piqued your interest, putting the dirty rag in the water bucket to pay full attention to him. “yeah? how come?”

“my family business.” he shrugs lightly but it felt forced. “my dad mostly. he had me and my brother in the…hunting business since we were little, town to town, never settling down.” he scrapes crumbles of dried burger buns from the counter absentmindedly, thoughts consuming his head. “this whole…stanford thing is probably the longest i've settled down without him breathing down my neck”

his tone makes your heart clench, though you've only met today, it felt like you knew this boy more than most of the people in this job and your university combined. to be fair, you didn't meet many people. you walk over to the side of the kitchen, sounds of cutlery and pots banging in the background seemed to fade with the importance of your conversation. “thats why you got this job?” you ask cautiously

“yeah. mostly. i just wanted to do something normal.” he confessed, shifting on his feet and following your activity by grabbing the spatula sitting by the grill and going back to what he was practicing previously; flipping patty’s. “no hunting, no family to worry about…even if its –” he gestures to the air around us, glaring at the fluorescent lights above. “this. even if it kind of sucks” you stifle a chuckle, knowing he was right. it surprised you how much this boy and you were alike but also so different. it was a breath of fresh air. 

you felt like you already knew a lot about him, not all the details, but enough to make you want to dig up more. he was struggling to flip a burger with the spatula. you were watching in amusement by the side of the room, admiring him as he sticks his tongue out and attempts to wedge the spatula under the patty one more time before giving up. “here, let me help” you call out loudly enough for him to hear you but not loud enough to be annoying; the unconscious insecurity of being heard after all. you reach him in a quick few steps, standing beside him and placing a gentle hand on top of his holding the tool.

with practiced precision, you help him push the spatula under the meat patty and swiftly flip it over. your eyes are locked on the food in front of you, not realizing the intimate position you've put both of you in. “ah yes, the mighty spatula is rather hard to work with” you muse lightheartedly, earning a laugh from Sam above you which sends a sense of pride through you.

“this is a weapon i cannot handle” he replies back in the same tone, playing along with you as you work the food for him. your grip on his hand was comforting, warm. it was rare for him to allow this kind of physical contact, but it just felt right with you. and you felt the same. 

by the time you realized the position you were in, it made your heart skip a beat. eyes slowly wander up, finally taking in the prominent height difference between the two of you. your eyes meet and it just feels so sweet, warm. a flicker of understanding passes through the two of you, a desire to want to be around each other without fear of judgement or embarrassment. you remember the words he said earlier, feeling the need to speak, you do. “for what its worth, i think its impressive. your independence…and you're not half-bad at flipping burgers” you tease affectionately which sparks another genuine chuckle from him. 

sam feels the tension on his shoulders melt away. “yeah you think so?” he purred. 

“no, you still suck. but you’re getting there” you reply playfully, both of you laughing together. your eyes catch a smudge of ketchup on his cheek, you had no idea how it got there but you instinctively reach to wipe the condiment from his cheek with your other hand.

it makes him flinch for a split second, making you pause. but then he leans into your palm, your thumb continuing its previous motion and wiping the ketchup from his cheek ever so gently. your hand lingers for longer than necessary, but he doesn’t seem to mind. the smile on his lips growing wider, seemingly excited. it makes your face burn and you pull away, dropping both your hands to your side.

you slowly peel yourself from him, letting out a hearty laugh and fixing the tacky uniform; tugging at its collar as the air around the two of you seems to shift. sam’s eyes cast down for a split second, seeming almost disappointed that you had pulled away. “thanks” he mutters back, eyes back at you. he refused to look away, drawn to you so suddenly as if you were everything he ever needed. 

but before either of you can acknowledge what was happening, you smell fire and hear sizzling. your gaze falls on the patty, gasping as you see it burst into small flames. sam yelps and instinctively pulls away from the grill, waving the spatula around before both of your gazes fall on the fire extinguisher. 

“shit!” you hiss, taking a few steps back from the grill. he acts faster than you, reaching for it while you stand there wide-eyed. WHOOSH. the fire extinguisher goes off loudly, covering everything. by everything, you mean everything. the fire, the grill, and you. the fire was gone but so was the meat we were preparing and your uniform covered in white foam.

that was until the boss burst into the kitchen, looking pissed off but mostly worried for us. “what the hell is going on here?!” he shouts, rightfully so, to be honest, you think. his eyes fall on the charred patty, the grill and you covered in foam while sam holds the extinguisher like a weapon. 

you look over at sam to gauge a reaction out of him just to see him already looking at you. a crack of a smile breaks his look of fear, your face mirrors his until you both break into quiet chuckles. these chuckles grow into belly laughs as you lose it, sam places the fire extinguisher on the floor as you laugh at the idiotic situation you found yourselves in. 

you two didn't get into nearly as much trouble as you thought you would, it just put a microscopic stain on your reputation as an employee and put sam to a bad start. but it seemed to be alright with both of you as you walked back to the dorms of Stanford together at about 7pm.

the night was chilly, grey clouds coating the skies as you two walk side by side in comfortable silence. the moment he found out you go to the same university, he offered to walk you to your dorm building and you agreed without hesitation. skip out on this cute guy walking you? no way.

“i swear my feet are so tired, if one more person asked for extra pickles i was gonna lose it…” you murmur under your breath, an incredulous laugh escaping your lips which sparks a softer one from him almost in agreement. “today was so busy, how are you not exhausted?” you ask, adding onto your previous statement. 

he shrugs ever so slightly, grinning down at you with a bashful expression. “guess im just built different” he muses, you bump your hip with his in return. “or maybe i just wasn't running around as much as you were, you were all like-” he mimics your stressed-out movements, working in an imaginary station which makes you playfully roll your eyes. 

you nudge him with your elbow, biting back a soft grin. “hey, i'm not the rookie here, rookie” you emphasize, he elbows you back in return, his laugh is louder this time. the both of you were internally over the moon; proud you could make each other laugh like this not knowing the other was simply happy with the company.

it was like neither of you wanted to reach your dorms, steps trailing slower than normal. the silence between you two seemed to stretch out comfortably - but you decided to break it. “so stanford?” you ask calmly, stuffing your hands in the pockets of your jacket. well, his jacket. the one he insisted you wear after he sprayed you with cold foam.

sam exhales, “well, i needed to get away from my family in some way. where i ended up didn't matter as much” he replied, eyes casting down at the ground as you walk.

“i can understand. your dad doesn't seem like the supportive home-y type” you sympathize, recalling the few things he mentioned about his dad back at the diner. this makes him deflate, guilt stinging your chest as you realize you might have pried too much. “hey, im sorry–” you add quickly, placing a comforting hand on his bicep

to your surprise, he leans into your touch, like hes been carrying this weight for too long. “no, you're okay.” he murmurs. “you're right. my dad isn't really the homey type” he agrees, eyes finally darting from the ground, up at you. well, down at you, again considering the man was a giant.

for a moment, he hesitates as if debating whether to keep going. wondering if you would even care. but the look in your eyes said you would. “my brother…wanted me to stay.” he mutters again, eyes staying locked in yours as you walk. ”i don't think he even knows if i’m alive.” he admits. for a moment it felt like you were the only person he could confide in and vice versa.

“you know…it's so easy to talk to you” sam adds warmly. you could sense the nervousness but genuine interest flowing from him like waves. your hand drops from his arm, brushing against his hand with a feather-like touch for a split second. that split second felt like fire, welcoming fire. 

your nose crinkles ever so slightly at his words, pride and relief rushing through you at his reassuring words. you felt…excitement and triumph. the way he looks at you, his touches and his warmth are all signs that maybe, just maybe, this cute co-worker of yours actually likes you. and before you knew it, you were standing under the arched entryway of your dorm building.

you stop by the entry doors, turning your back to them and facing sam with a grateful smile. he returns it shyly, boldly taking your hands in his. his thumbs run across your knuckles, committing their soft surfaces to memory. he brings your hands to his lips, placing a lingering kiss on them. “thanks for letting me walk you…” he mutters, his voice blending in perfectly with the atmosphere. the crickets, the almost nonexistent breeze of the night.

“you're always welcome to do so” you reply, keeping the intense eye contact from before. you feel the thumping of your heart, growing louder and louder.

“i guess i'll see you tomorrow?...” he continues after a few moments of silence. your palms were clammy but you felt emboldened by his words, placing your hands on his shoulder and using it as leverage to reach his cheek. you hesitate for a few seconds but press up on your toes and brush a quick, warm kiss on his left cheek. his skin was so warm under your lips, you almost didn't want to pull away. but when you do, his eyes are wide with wonder as if he wasn't expecting it but it definitely wasn't unwelcome. 

“...tomorrow” you agree under your breath, slowly pulling your hands from his and stepping back. your hands fumble behind you as you reach for the door knob without looking away from him. the way his uniform hugged his arms, the way it dipped to show the smallest patch skin just below his collar. you wanted to remember it all night. “night sam…” you call out, finally opening the door and stepping into the building. 

sam steps back, eyes lingering on your figure as you walk into the building. a soft sigh escapes his lips, a breath he didn't know he was holding this entire time. it dawned upon him that maybe this whole experience didn't have to be forced. maybe work won't be completely unbearable, not when nights with you like this exist. and little did he know, you felt the same. 

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It’s been a while...

Hi there! I’m Bee and I used to write a lot of fanfics and imagines. It’s been a few years since I’ve written anything and I would love to get back into it. That being said, I have a few stories now that are kind of back logged that I can throw out at you all at any given point. And I probably will.

I should also tell you I used to write a lot of YouTuber fics. But, have changed to characters from TV shows and movies, as well as Critical Role. Things that I want to write for include:

TV Shows ~

Peaky Blinders

Supernatural

Reign

Stranger Things

Movies ~

Marvel

Critical Role

I’m sure there are others and I will update this list when I remember them. But, for now this is what I’m offering or feel slightly comfortable with writing.

Hi there! I’m Bee and I used to write a lot of fanfics and imagines. It’s been a few years since I’ve written anything and I would love to get back into it. That being said, I have a few stories now that are kind of back logged that I can throw out at you all at any given point. And I probably will.

I should also tell you I used to write a lot of YouTuber fics. But, have changed to characters from TV shows and movies, as well as Critical Role. Things that I want to write for include:

TV Shows ~

Peaky Blinders

Supernatural

Reign

Stranger Things

Movies ~

Marvel

Critical Role

I’m sure there are others and I will update this list when I remember them. But, for now this is what I’m offering or feel slightly comfortable with writing.

This Gentle Sin: Chapter 7

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.

chapter length: 12.7k words. / nsfw.

i was not at all expecting to write this much about dean winchester from his POV, but he is unfortunately The Character of All Time to me, so. major L on my part. this is definitely one of my favorite chapters, though-- balancing his shitty humor and the absolute gut-wrenching tragedy that is his life was a fun little exercise LOL

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This Gentle Sin: Chapter 6

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.

phew. this one is a doozy. that's about all the words i got.

feel free to follow for 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 and being added to when i find the perfect songs!! otherwise, thanks for reading and i adore you all as always xoxo!!

Secrets Suck, Man

Sam Winchester x fem!reader

With Dean being heavily against the idea of dating while on the job, Sam and you figure out secret ways to be together without Dean knowing. Except, here’s the thing, he already knows.

Angst, fluff, cute stuff with Sam. Takes place during Season 12.

Third Person Pov

"Sam, how many times do I need to tell ya that it's a bad idea. Hunters don't get a normal life and if they did, they ain't hunters no more." Dean lectured Sam who sat in the passenger seat of their 1967 Chevrolet Impala.

"Dean, all I'm saying is maybe it's not a bad idea to be with a hunter. At least you both understand the life and the risks." Sam pleated with Dean trying to get him to see his point of view on the situation.

"Dude, you really want to watch the person you love die because you were busy saving someone else?" Dean asks seriously.

"No, I wouldn't want that even if I wasn't a hunter, Dean. But at some point, I think it's okay as long as both parties understand the risk." Sam spoke with coming off harsher than before.

"Drop it, you know my thoughts on it Sam. It's not a good idea." Dean jabbed back as he turned up the radio to some 80's rock song.

"Fine." Sam sighed in defeat knowing that his plan to try to tell Dean that he already had a girlfriend and that person happened to be you.

Two hours later...

Sam and Dean made their way into the bunker where you were. Sam saw you and gave you a quick, but loving smile. While you waited on them to return, you read the same lore books hoping to find something new in them only to be disappointed again. You smiled back at him making sure that Dean didn't notice you looking at Sam. Speaking of Dean he said a quick hello and sat down on the chair in front of you kicking his muddy boots up on the table.

"Hey, I'm glad your back and everything Dean, but take your shoes off the table please." You asked him rolling your eyes.

"Whatever, did you find anything in the lore about Nephilim" He questioned doing what you asked.

"Same as before, I still only know what I've read for the millionth time and Cass's knowledge." you sighed rubbing your hand around your sore neck. This caught Sam's attention and he made a mental note to himself to help you out later.

"Don't worry we'll figure it out, we've just got to keep looking." Sam reassured putting his hand on your shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Yeah, don't worry about it Y/n, we've dealt with worse and won." Dean butted in.

"Yeah, I think the apocalypse and the darkness are a lot worse than this by far. I'd still rather deal with a nest of vamps than this though." You half joked.

"You and me both." Dean sighed getting up out of his seat and walking towards the hallway. "I'm gonna take a much-needed shower see you guys at dinner." Dean spoke walking away to the showers.

As soon as he was gone you rushed towards Sam and gave him a hug. Breathing him in and feeling his body against yours invited instant comfort and happiness to your stressed-out body and mind. And to Sam, he found the same comfort as his arms immediately wrapped around you as he placed his left check on the top of your head. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes allowing himself to be in the moment with you and forget all of the shit that is piled on them once again. He loved you and even having a little time alone was worth the world to him. After some time of just being there with him, your curiosity became too much and the elephant in the room needed to be addressed.

"Baby, what did Dean say?" You asked him raising your head while still holding Sam in your arms. He looked at you with a sad but loving gaze as you waited on his response.

"Same thing as before, he's against it." Sam sighed sadly. "But I don't care he can just deal with it. Secrets suck and I'm tired of keeping our feelings for one another away from Dean. I mean even Cass knows." Sam spoke trying to convince you.

"Yeah, I get that, I just really don't want an angry Dean top of the shit pile that we already have. I really want to tell him, don't get me wrong, I'm just scared to see how he'll react. Hell, I'd rather face Amara again than tell Dean, but I think it's important that we do." You pleaded with him trying to get him to see your point of view.

"Baby, if Dean gets mad that's on him. We are both adults and I think it'll be okay. I know your nervous, but trust me Dean at his core is a really big softie." He reassured rubbing your arms up and down.

"I still feel weird about it, but I think I'm just scared of his reaction, mostly." You whispered putting your forehead on the center of his chest.

"We don't need to tell him right now, we can wait as long as you need." Sam

“Thank you Sammy, that means a lot.” You say smiling at his sweetness.

Just as you two were about to break your hugs out comes Dean wearing his grey robe with an annoyed expression on his face. You were nervous and could tell that had whenever was wrong was serious.

“Dammit, If you two are gonna be together be fucking careful because this life ain’t pretty for us. I’ll support it if you guys do that. I guess some of us should have something good in this shit show.” Dean quickly said before a leaking away. As he did he did a double take. “And you two need to get better at whispering because I could hear everything.” He said annoyed as he walked away.

You both stood there dumbfounded at what just happened. You looked at each other and laughed at the situation. Sam then leaned down and captured your lips into a soft and sweet kiss. He broke the kiss giving you another big smile as he chuckled.

“Well I guess the secrets out.” Sam joked

“Yeah, and by what he said I guess he’s known for awhile now.” You say letting out a deep breath hugging Sam closer relieved that you don’t need to hide out of fear.

“Yeah, I’m just glad that with all of the shit that’s been happening that I still have you by my side. And no matter what I’ll be there for you.” He reassured

“Aww Sammy me too, I love you. And Dean’s right we should be careful about all of this.” You told Sammy nearly sounding like Dean.

“You’re right about that. And Deans right about another thing too. That it’s good that we’ve found happiness in this shit show.” Sam smiled.

“Yeah, we really did. I love you Sammy Winchester.” You proclaimed

“I love you too Y/n L/n.” Sam responded hugging you tighter.

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Coming Home

Jack Kline x female!reader

Word count:1.7k

Warnings:swearing, making out(?)

Summary: As Jack returns from the Dead, you find yourself closer to him than ever before...

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"Well, that was one hell of the day", I mumbled after entering the bunker.

"Damn right", Dean chuckled, eyeing the coin in his hand. The coin we had gotten from the goddess Fortuna. And I have to admit, it was awesome being back, well not being normal anymore.

The Winchesters had officially gotten their luck back.

While Sam and Dean walked through the War room, I slowly trailed behind them. All I wanted to to right was to hit my bed and sleep one night throughout fully. For Chucks sake, I hadn't done that in ages.

"Hey Cass", I heard Dean say. My head shot up. We hadn't seen our angelic friend for a few days, but now, a frown was written over his face.

"Everything alright?", I asked him. He only nodded and slowly stepped to the side.

I couldn't believe my eyes at what I saw. Immediately, I dropped the bag, I was holding, overwhelmed by the sight of him.

Right there, in front of us, was none other than Jack Kline himself.

He raised his hand and quietly mumbled a:"Hello"

While Sam rushed towards Jack to give him a hug, I was frozen in place. I couldn't believe it. He was alive. Jack was really alive.

A silent tear rolled down my cheek, while Cass explained, how Billie saved Jack.

After Dean had inspected Jack, his eyes landed on me. He seemed to notice my tears and his face slumbed.

"Y/N", he said quietly. My heart jumped at his words. I never thought, that I would ever hear him say my name again.

"We'll leave you two alone", Dean mumbled and pulled Cass and Sam towards the kitchen. I silently thanked my older brother.

I looked after them, before I noticed that Jack had come closer. He was only centimeters away from me.

"I can't believe it", I whispered and slowly raised my hand. I carefully touched his cheek, afraid that he would disappear any second.

I felt his cheeks grow hot, as he leaned into my hand.

"Y/N", he mumbled and put his hand on top of mine, "I can't find the words to explain how much I missed you"

A sob escaped my lips:"You're back, you're really back"

"I am", Jack smiled.

I couldn't hold it back any longer. I grabbed his collar and crashed my lips onto his. They were soft and warm, just like I remembered it.

I felt him grip my waist and pull me impossibly closer to him.

"I love you", I mumbled against his lips.

I felt Jack's heavy breath on my skin:"I love you too"

My eyes met his and all I could do in this moment, was to smile.

I had him back, I had Jack back.

"Jack?", I asked. The nephilim didn't react.

"Jack?", I asked again, but he only sat back in the kitchen Chair.

Soon Cass joined the two of us and finally Jack looked up, tears stained his pretty face and immediately I sat down besides him and grabbed his hand.

"Jack, what-"

"I'm sorry", He mumbled in tears, I felt him squeeze my hand,"I'm so sorry"

"Jack you did nothing wrong", I mumbled and slowly stroke his cheek.

"You're soul is back", Castiel mumbled, "It all comes crashing down now, doesn't it?"

Jack nodded heavyly. I sofly pulled him to his feet.

"Come on", I mumbled, "Let's go to your room"

I lead him to his room and slowly sat him down on his bed.

Jack sniffled and leaned his head against the headboard.

I sat down on his lap carefully, in order to not disturb him.

I started wipe his tears away, while Jack just looked at me with his big blue eyes.

"I'm so sorry...about your Mother", Jack mumbled and looked down.

I sighed, finally I knew what distressed him so much. He felt guilty about our Mom, Mary.

Carefully, I grabbed his cheek. He looked up at me, Tears already threatened to spill again.

I carefully threaded through his hair with my fingertips.

"There is nothing to be sorry about", I mumbled while he leaned his head against my chest.

"There is", he said, "There is so so much and I don't...I don't know how-"

"Hey Jack!", I interrupte him, "I know saying this won't really help you in any way, but I want you to know, that I'm not angry with with you nor am I sad or anything. I know that you killed Mary, but...but it wasn't your fault."

Jack eyed me with a certain sadness in his eyes. He didn't seem convinced.

"Jack", I said and looked into his eyes, "I..I forgive you, alright? The only feeling I have for you is...love"

"I-I-", Jack stuttered, confusion written all over his face.

"I love you, Jack", I smiled, "I have always loved you since the day you were born. And I know for a fact, that Kelly was right about you"

A tear slipped down Jack's face, as I felt him grab a hold of my waist, his face buried in my shoulder.

"You make the world a better place, Jack. You always did", I whispered into his ear.

I heard him sob and I slowly started to rock him back and forth until he had calmed down a little bit.

Jack slowly raised his head and looked at me. I gave him a soft smile and carefully stroke his cheek.

"Thank you, Y/N", He mumbled and closed his eyes.

I leaned my head against his, as I felt how he grabbed my wrist and slowly kissed the back of my hand. A shiver ran down my spine, as I fell, how his lips lingered on my skin.

"I love you, Y/N", Jack mumbled and smiled.

He carefully leaned in and as soon as I felt Jack's lips on mine, the whole world seemed to stop. All I could feel were his plump lips and his soft touch on my skin.

"Jack", I mumbled. He gently grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him, his hips collided with mine and a soft moan escaped my lips, while Jack started to leave light kisses on my neck.

"You're all I'll ever need", Jack mumbled and looked me into the eyes.

"And I'll always be here", I said, before I reconnected our lips.

All of that seemed so long ago now. At first, it was Castiel and now...

Dean.

He was gone for good this time and while Sam and I tried or best to keep going, our ways parted after a few months. I still visited the bunker sometimes, checking if everything was alright, but mainly because of all the memories I had there. Not only the memories with my brothers, but also my memories with Jack...whom I hadn't seen since he had become the new God.

I couldn't lie, I somehow felt betrayed. I had promised him to never leave his side, but now...

It seemed like I was forced to break that promise. And I didn't like that. Not at all.

I sighed deeply while striding through the empty bunker. Everything was fine of course. I was about to leave, when my eyes landed on the table in the war room.

The names of Team Free Will 2.0 still carved into the wooden table.

I stepped closer and carefully, I stroked our names, my fingertips lingering on Jack's name.

I felt a tear slip down my cheek and I closed my eyes, slowly breathing in and out.

After I had calmed my racing heart, I wiped away my tears and turned around to leave, but I suddenly bumbed into something or rather...someone.

I looked up confused, but my jaw dropped as I saw Jack standing in front of me. My mind went back to the moment where he had returned after Billy had saved him.

"Hello", he smiled after raising his hand.

I couldn't help myself and slapped him straight into the face.

Jack looked down for a second:"I guess, I deserved that"

"Damn right, you did!!", I yelled,"Do you really think, that you can come back after all this and act like nothing happened!?"

I felt how my tears threatened to spill again, while I rambled on:"Dean died! Do you even know that!? You didn't show up at his funeral, nor did you after! You weren't there and I needed you!! I thought that I did something wrong! That you never even loved me! I thought, that you...that you..."

I looked at Jack through tears:" I thought, that I would never see you again"

Jack looked too the ground:"I know saying this won't really help you in any way, but I want you to know, that I am truly and deeply sorry about leaving you for so long"

I slowly wiped away my tears and motioned for him to continue.

Jack sighed and grabbed my hands:"After absorbing Chucks power, I felt like it was time for changes. Changes in heaven, in hell, on earth. I tried to make everything better. And...I know what happened to Dean, I visited him in heaven and I tried to make him as comfortable as possible there"

I couldn't believe my ears:"Is he...is he happy?"

Jack smiled:"Happier than ever. And he patiently awaits the day, you and Sam will join him again"

A chuckle escaped my lips and I dropped my head against Jack's shoulder.

"I know that I should've come earlier and I'm sorry, but...I love you, Y/N. I always have and always will"

I couldn't help but smile at the boy in front of me:"I know, Jack. I know"

He gave me one of his signature smiles, before he pulled me closer to him.

I carefully grabbed his cheek and he leaned into my touch.

"I missed you so so much", he mumbled.

"Yeah, me too", I whispered while eyeing his lips.

Jack quickly seemed to notice:"I'm gonna kiss you now"

"I sure hope you do", I chuckled.

And finally, I felt Jack's soft lips on mine again. And I would feel them again very often in my life.

In Another Life

Pairing: Dean Winchester x f!reader, Dean POV

Summary: When Dean wakes up in another life with you, he begins to question your friendship and realizes that he has loved you all along. But how can he change that? (I’m so bad at summaries please forgive me!)

Tropes: Angst, Fluff, Pregnancy Fluff, Mutual Pining

Word Count: 5.5K (I have an addiction don't judge me)

Warnings: I don’t think there’s any. I’ll say mention of gore, but for one second. Maybe one allusion to sex, but not really.  Some swearing (once or twice). Dean might be a little bit OOC.

Note: This is told from Dean’s perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. This is my first time writing for Supernatural, so please be gentle. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal monologue is in italics

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Dean couldn’t remember what happened last night only that the bed beneath him felt like an old friend welcoming him home. The night before ghosted across his mind, hovering just out of reach, memories of a dream barely forming from a fog of uncertainty. He fades in and out of sleep in a mist that soothes his aching body.

“Dean?” A soft voice whispers.

Dean groans and squeezes his pillow tighter against his chest to avoid waking up. He didn’t care what time it was, all he knew was that he didn’t want to get out of bed.

“Leave me alone Sammy.” He grumbles into the pillow.

“Dean.” The voice says again, this time with a happy laugh that sounds nothing like Sam.

His eyes open,  blinded by the sunlight that streams through the large windows on the other side of the bedroom.

Wait. Where am I?

“Dean we have to get up or we’ll be late for the party.”

Dean looks towards the voice and  realizes that he’s not squeezing a pillow, it’s you. You’re facing him, hair fanning out over the pillow beneath your head, eyes wide and crinkled around the edges, smiling at him.

“Y/n?” Dean says it hesitantly, arms tightening around your waist.

“No no no. Don’t look at me like that. I will not be roped into staying in bed. We can’t be late for your mom’s birthday party and you promised you would come with me to pick up the cake.”

“But-“ Dean couldn’t remember how he got here, only that something feels wrong.

“No buts.” You giggle, before leaning forward and kissing him.

Dean freezes, confused, but the soft movement of your mouth against his erases any uncertainty. He eases his face forward nudging his nose into yours to deepen the kiss. Dean doesn’t know how he got here, but all he knows is how natural it feels to be here with you. Before he can stop himself he rolls you over your back, bringing a moan from you that vibrates though his skull. His fingertips blaze a trail along your hips.

“Easy there tiger.” You smile up at him. “You don’t want to crush Zeppelin.”

Dean’s confusion makes you laugh, before he finally looks down between you. “You’re pregnant.” He whispers, noting the protrusion of your abdomen.

“I mean I think so.” You laugh in a way that makes his heart jump and buckle.

Dean lays his hand down on the smooth skin where your shirt pushes up. Why can’t I remember this? He thinks to himself confused, searching for memories he can’t recall.

“I believe we’ve talked about it several times. And it was you who decided to stay up until 4 am painting the nursery.” Your hands gently brush his hair back out of his face. “You did such a good job baby.”

Dean reaches for the memory, but he can’t seem to

 grasp it. “I did?”

“Mhmm. Look at you, you’re still covered in paint.” You smile wider picking up the hand that rests on your belly to show him the splashes of cream colored paint flecked along the back of his hand. And as you do he notices the ring on your left hand.

“Are we married?” Dean tries again to grasp for his memory but comes up empty handed. He strokes his thumb along the back of yours examining the ring.

I should remember that. How could I forget that we’re married?

“Feigning amnesia will not make me stay in bed with you. No matter how cute you are.”  You gently lay your hand against his chest pushing him back so you can sit up in bed.

Dean can’t help but notice how beautiful and carefree you look. Hair catching fire in the light from the window, t-shirt brushing against the top of your thighs, and how you smile at him with so much love it makes something catch in his chest.

“Dean?” You suddenly look worried. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He clears his throat. “I’m just tired I guess.”

His cell phone rings where it sits on the nightstand, drawing his gaze to the alarm clock and car magazine that sit on top of the dark wood.

“You better answer that. It’s probably Sam asking us where we are.” You kiss him on the cheek, before standing up and walking into the closet on the edge of the bedroom.

Dean watches you go, his eyes tracing your familiar figure as you leave the room, before reaching for his phone.

“Hey where are you guys? Jessica’s freaking out because you haven’t brought the cake.” Sam’s  voice triggers another memory for Dean, but this one remains allusive.

“Sam?”

“Dean.”

“Um.”

“Dean are you hungover or something?”

“No. Sorry, just running a little late-“ Dean apologizes looking around the bedroom. It’s small, filled with light from the open window that shows a quaint backyard. The dresser on the wall opposite the bed has photos of him and you, photos of Sam and Jessica, and a photo of Mary and John Winchester. Dean’s eyes stop on the photo as a memory triggers at the back of his mind, but Sam interrupts the thought.

“Well come on. Dad’s not going to like it if you guys miss mom’s birthday-“

“Dad?” Deans memory spikes again and he sees his father sitting in the drivers seat humming along to a song on the radio. Another memory flashes, Dean and his father standing behind the impala with Sam looking into the trunk.

“Yes dad. Your boss. Our father. Dean are you okay? Y/n said that you were painting the nursery last night all by yourself. You could have told me. I would have come over to help-“

“I’m alright Sammy.”

But he doesn’t feel alright, something is definitely wrong.

“Okay well hurry up. I’ll see you when you get here.”

Dean hangs up the phone and sits on the end of the bed with it in his hand.

You walk back into the room wearing a green sundress. Your hair is soft again, falling over your shoulders in a way that makes Dean’s breath catch, effortlessly beautiful.

A memory of you wearing jeans and a leather jacket washes across his mind of you standing with him at the back of the Impala reaching in for a shotgun while he knocks your hand away.

“Dean?” You walk towards him, this time standing between his legs. You place your hands on his shoulders and he can’t help but turn to look at the wedding ring. “Are you sure you’re okay? Because if you’re not feeling well we don’t have to go today. I can call your dad. But I just thought your really wanted to go. You hate missing your mother’s birthday. It’s usually you that drags me out of bed.” You trail your hand against the side of his face with a worried expression, to turn his gaze back on you.

Someone deep in the back of his mind the expression triggers something and he sees a memory of you. Except you’re holding a machete in your right hand that drips blood on the floor but, the look of worry in your eyes the same.

Where could that be from?

“I don’t know.”

“Hey.” You whisper, sitting down in his lap and his arms can’t help but secure you there, burying his head in your shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “I’m scared too.”

“What?” Dean raises his head from your shoulder

“We’ve talked about this. You’re going to be a great dad. And honestly we probably won’t know what we’re doing, but that’s how everyone starts.” Your fingertips drag through his hair in a soothing motion.

Dean tries again to grasp at earlier memories of this life, early memories of you, but all he sees are motel rooms. Motel rooms where you sleep on a pullout couch in a corner and where Sam sits  at a small table shuffling through endless books and papers.

Why?

Dean can’t understand, because that life seems so different than this one. This one where you look softer and happier, where you share a bed and are married. He thinks about the other memories, where your smile is not as bright, where there’s a hardness to your face, but still just as beautiful. Another memory of him and you sitting in a bar drinking beer, another of you laughing at something he said and hitting him, and finally one of you reading in bed while Dean sits at a motel table and watches you softly turn the pages.

Deep down Dean knows in his bones that in those memories  you and him are just friends, but he allows himself to indulge in your touch, enjoying the comfort that comes with being with you.

“It’s not about the baby.” Dean sighs. “I just can’t remember how we got here.”

“Here?”

“Married.” His arms tighten around your waist not wanting to let go. You’re the only thing he recognizes in all of this.

“Um well, my car broke down and I brought it to a mechanic shop where I met a devilishly handsome man with green eyes.” You smile at him. “Who refused to let me leave until he bought me dinner.”

Dean stares at you.

“Practically kidnapped me. But you were so charming I couldn’t resist.” You lean closer to whisper in his ear. “Not to mention sexy covered in grease and wearing a meatloaf t-shirt.” You kiss him before he can respond, and he loses himself in you. The way you hold him close, the way your fingers work up into his hair to secure him right where he wants to be, and the way you feel in his arms wipes away any uncertainty. “As much as I’d like to go back to bed with you, we’re going to be late.” You whisper against his lips.

And Dean allows himself to be dragged away.

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“Did you remember to order the parts for that ‘76 Camaro right?” John Winchester asks Dean, but Dean’s not focused, he can’t focus on anything.

The drive over to his parents house was different. Instead of sitting on the opposite side of the front seat of the impala, you had sat in the middle, holding his hand and leaning against his shoulder, humming softly.

It made driving for Dean especially difficult. The memories of you in his car that came across his mind while he drove distracted him.

You  in the backseat shouting something at Dean while he completely ignored you rolling his eyes, you sitting in the front seat with a map trying to direct him while Sam slept in the back, you singing to “The Eye of the Tiger” with him while Sam tried to close his ears, and finally you asleep in the front seat with Dean’s jacket draped over you.  That last one stayed in his mind. He liked how you looked wrapped up in his jacket, breath fogging the glass window, while Dean tried his best to drive smooth and slow so you wouldn't wake.

But you in the front seat holding his hand and leaning against his shoulder while humming along to the music blew all of those memories out of the water. All Dean wanted to do was exist there and then.

When you both arrived at his parents home Dean tried not to be disappointed. Now he was too distracted watching you talk and laugh with Jessica and his mother across the room to listen to anything his father said.

“Dean are you listening?” His dad tries again.

“Huh?” The cold beer in Dean’s hand drips condensation against his skin. He turns to look back at his father.

Another memory of him momentarily distracts Dean, this one of John leaving Dean and Sam in a motel room so he can go hunting.

Did we ever go hunting? Dean tries to think of a time where they went out into the woods to shoot some deer, but comes up empty handed. A few memories of him and Sam toting guns rise to the surface, but he can't remember why they had them.

"You'll have to excuse Dean, he's still mentally painting the nursery." Sam snorts into his beer.

"Shut up."

"Don't tease him Sam. I'm sure that Jessica will have you turn your office into a nursery before you know it." You appear on Dean's left, raising his arm around you so you can lean into his side. Dean automatically tightens his arm around your shoulders.

"Don't joke about that y/n."

"Uh-huh. You can't hide in that big fancy law firm forever. She'll find you." You smile up at Dean in a way that makes his heart feel like its stopped beating.

Why can't I remember any of this life?

"She's right." Jessica comes over to kiss Sam on the cheek.

"I do not hide at the firm-" Sam rolls his eyes.

"You do."

Mary Winchester comes over. "Are you fighting at my birthday party?"

Dean's father puts his arm around his mother, pulling her into his chest with a smile he hides by taking a swig of beer.

"No mom, we're not-"

"Sounded like a fight to me." You whisper to Dean, and he can't help but smile at you.

"It's not a fight y/n!"

"Don't yell at my wife Sammy." Dean says before he can stop himself. He thinks about how natural it sounded coming out of his mouth.

His wife. You're his wife. He thinks and presses a kiss to the top of your head that makes you sigh into his chest.

"I'm not yelling at y/n." 

"Sam we're just teasing you." Jessica laughs, placing her hand against his chest. Dean notices the ring on her own finger, and a memory of Jessica rises in the back of his head. Jessica standing in the darkness of an apartment, while Dean holds on to the front of Sam's shirt, her eyes wide and confused.

But it vanishes when you wince in his arms. Dean's eyes are drawn back down to you, worry spiking in his chest.

"I'm okay." You whisper. "Just think Zeppelin is hitting his limit."

"You guys go on home. I think that John has grilled Dean about the garage enough." Mary smiles, before taking a step forward to hug you. Dean is disappointed when you leave his arms, but smiles despite, watching you with his mother.

"Let the little linebacker get some rest." John hugs you.

"Of course. Thank you so much for letting us come. I'm sorry we were late." Dean watches the subtle blush of your cheeks as you apologize.

"I'm sure it's my son's fault." Mary moves to hug Dean.

As soon as she does Dean is overwhelmed by a surge of sadness as another memory of his mother rises in the back of his mind that he can't quite bring into focus.

"Mom?" Dean whispers.

"Hmm?" She looks up at him confused. "We'll see you on Tuesday for dinner. Okay?"

"Okay."

"We love you."

"I love you too mom." But something sticks in his chest when he says it.

“Don’t forget to order the parts.” John says shaking Dean’s hand.

“Sure.”

“Bye Jessica. Let me know if you need us to bring anything for Tuesday.” Dean watches you hug her and just for a moment Dean sees Sam holding a bouquet of flowers at a gravesite.

What is happening?

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When Dean pulls the Impala into the driveway of your home something still feels wrong. After saying goodbye to everyone he still can’t shake the feeling that he forgot something. The radio plays "Black Dog" filling the silence as the car idles in front of the house.

“Dean!”

“What?” He turns to look at where you sit beside him in the front seat.

“Feel.” You grab one of his hands from the wheel and place it against your abdomen an excited smile gracing your cheeks. “Little future drummer."

The kicking against the palm of his hand makes Dean smile, leaning forward into where you sit beside him. Happiness breaks in his chest like the crest of a wave. He can't remember a moment in his life where he felt this happy, this much love for someone.

"Y/n?"

"Mhmm."

"I love you." Dean refuses to believe that he has said it to anyone else ever in his life, can't remember wanting to say it to anyone else, can't believe that he will ever want to say it to anyone else.

"I love you too."

He leans down to kiss you, hand still against your stomach, drawing you further into him to breathe you in. Everything else vanishes, just the feel of your soft lips against his, the tickle of your hair against his cheeks, and the pulse of his son's kicks against the palm of his hand.

But then it's all gone.

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"Dean!" Sam's voice jars him into reality, his eyes opening to see his brother standing over him, one hand on his shoulder. "Dean are you okay?"

"What happened?" Dean sits up with a groan, ignoring the headache that throbs behind his eyes.

His eyes adjust to the dim light. He's in a long room where wooden tables sit every few feet covered in dust and machinery blanketed with old sheets. The musty smell fills his nose, replacing the smell of your shampoo that lingers under his nose from when you were in the front seat with him.

"Djinn ambushed you. Y/n and I got here as soon as we could."

"Y/n?" The memories of the dream strike him in the chest all over again, merging with memories of reality. "Where is Y/n?"

You enter the room out of breath, blood flecked across your cheeks and holding a baseball bat that drips a dark liquid onto the concrete floor. “It’s dead.”

"You sure?" Sam asks raising an eyebrow.

"There's enough brain matter on the floor in there for a zombie buffet." You shoulder the baseball bat. "So yeah, it's dead."

Dean’s eyes trace your body taking in the leather jacket and dark t-shirt his memory flashing to the green sundress and beautiful smile. You’re half-smiling, but Dean can see the hardness in your face again and understands where it comes from.

She wasn’t a hunter. He thinks of the dream version of you, where your hair fell in soft curls, but now it’s tied back in a ponytail. His eyes drop to your abdomen expecting more, but disappointment flicks in his heart. It wasn’t real.

“Dean are you okay?” You step closer to him. The smile has dropped now, replaced with a worried expression.

He flashes back to when you asked him that in the dream, when you sat on his lap and tangled your hands in his hair, sighing into his mouth as he kissed you.

“Yeah.”

“You sure?”

He traces your face again but every time he does he only sees the other version of you, the version that’s in love with him, married to him. And he knows that here you are just his friend.

“Yeah.” He says again standing up. “Let’s get out of here.”

The ride back to the motel is silent. Dean doesn’t put on any music, too afraid that it’ll remind him of the memory of you and him in the front seat while his son kicked against his hand. Instead, all he can think of was how happy he was in the other life, how in love with you he was-

Dean knew that it wasn’t just a fantasy, that he really is in love with you, but now after seeing how everything could be, it weighed on his chest. Each time you looked at him he wanted to pull you close to him, hug you, kiss you, but he knew you would pull away. Because this version of you was not his.

“I’m going to go to that diner on the corner. You guys want something?” Sam looks around the room expectantly, but Dean doesn’t look up from the carpet.

“Sure.” Dean hears you respond. “Maybe just a burger and a piece of pie. Preferably apple but I'll take cherry if they have it."

“Okay. Dean?” Sam asks again.

Dean shakes his head. He can’t eat. Not now.

Sam hesitates at the door worried. “Are you sure?”

“I don’t want anything.” Dean snaps.

“Yeesh don’t bite my head off.” Sam throws you a shrug before leaving.

Dean is aware that it’s just the two of you now, the memory of the two of you in bed surfaces making him tighten his grip on the edge of the blanket beneath him.

“Dean?” You whisper.

“What?” His voice comes out harsher than he means it to.

“What’s wrong? You can tell me.”

“Nothing is wrong.” But he can’t look at you, not when he knows he'll look up and you won't be pregnant and not when the other version of you still has a hold of his heart.

“Dean you’re my best friend I know when something’s wrong. Plus you haven’t been able to look at me since you woke up and you never say no to food.”

“I’m fine.”

“Dean-“

“Just leave me alone damnit!” He snaps at you, able to raise his gaze from the floor for one second. Dean immediately feels bad, watching the pain in your eyes as he pushes you away. But he lowers his eyes to the carpet once more to avoid your gaze.

You sigh, but don’t get angry with him. “If you don’t want to tell me that’s fine. I'll just leave you alone then.”

And as soon as you leave to take a shower he feels the loss of you beside him.

He listens to the sound of the shower, feels the passing of time, but he does not move. The memories of the dream rise and fall, replacing the darkness of the hotel room with brilliant light. The memory of the sun catching your hair on fire as you laid next to him in bed tracing your fingertips along his jaw, the memory of you in the front seat of the Impala leaning against him and humming while you hold his hand, the memory of the party where he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you tightly into his chest, and finally the memory of the last kiss you shared in the front seat of the Impala each dance across his mind. He acutely feels the loss of your body against his, the loss of your lips, and finally the sound of your voice telling him you love him while his son kicked against his hand.

“Dean?”

He looks up at you. You look softer than you did. The blood is gone from your cheeks, your hair falls over your shoulders still wet from the shower, effortlessly beautiful, he decides. You’re wearing one of his old t-shirts that he gave you and a pair of sweatpants. It does something to him, watching you stand there in his shirt. It hangs past your waist like a dress, making you look smaller than you are. The smell of your shampoo wafts out of the bathroom, something familiar that makes his throat tight.

“You know when that Djinn got me a few months ago it threw me for a loop too.” You say softly leaning against the doorway of the bathroom. “Everything felt so real. It was hard to tell what was real and what wasn’t.”

Dean remembers when that happened. When you vanished out of the blue while checking out a case alone and he and Sam tore apart the small town looking for you. Dean remembers how worried he was, how desperate he was to find you.

I loved her then too. Dean realizes looking at you. How did I not know?

Dean remembers the aftermath, when you woke up and wouldn’t look at him. How your gaze was almost haunted and how he had to carry you out of there because you couldn’t move. He remembers you laying in bed and turning away from him and Sam when they had asked you what was wrong and the following day when you acted like nothing happened.

“What did it make you see?” Dean whispers, noting the way you shift back and forth on your feet. He hadn't seen you nervous before, seen you face down demons and vampires without batting an eye, but now you looked vulnerable.

You look down at your feet.  “If I say it you can’t laugh.”

“I won’t.”

“Dean, I’m serious.”

“I promise I won’t laugh.” He watches the tension in your shoulders.

Why would she be afraid to tell me? We talk about everything.

“It was us.”

“What?” Shock tugs at his heart and for a second he thinks that he heard you wrong.

“It was us. We were married. We had 2 kids. My brother was still alive and my parents were talking to me again. I was happy there. It was hard to come back. Not that I’m not happy, but just that it’s hard to think you’ve lived a life that doesn’t exist. Especially one so different than all of this.” Dean watches you take in a deep breath, tapping your finger against your bicep, avoiding his eyes. “That was when I realized I was in love with you.” 

Dean’s heart stops beating. “What did you just say-“

You look up and smile tightly. “It’s when I realized I was in love with you. That’s why I was so messed up. I didn't know how to-“

Sam chooses that exact moment to walk in loaded with bags of food. “What did I miss?”

“Nothing much.” Dean watches you easily shift your expression to hide what just happened, smiling at Sam as if you hadn’t said the one thing that Dean had been trying to say to you since he woke up. “Just trying to convince Dean to let me work on Baby. I think I’m wearing him down.”

Dean had never realized how much of a good liar you were until this moment, sure he had seen you pretend to be a government agent, but this was different.

“Like that’ll happen.” Sam hands you a bag of food before turning to look at Dean. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Dean watches you pull out the burger, stunned by your confession.

You place the burger next to him on the bed. “Eat this. It’ll help.”

“But-“ He looks up at you, wanting to finish the conversation.

“I promise I’m not that hungry Dean. I’d rather have the pie. Unless you’re going to fight me for it?” You smile raising an eyebrow.

Dean doesn’t understand why you’re acting like you didn’t just say you were in love with him. He gazes at you, searching your face. For a second he sees the mask slip, but before he can comment it’s gone.

“No I won’t.” He whispers.

“Good.” You turn to the made-up pull out couch and fold your legs underneath you with the slice of pie balanced on your knee, before reaching into your bag for a worn paper back.

Dean sits there watching you turn the pages. She loves me. The memory of you in his dream in the front seat of the Impala whispering it to him doesn’t hold the same weight because now all he can hear is you saying it here, now.

Dean can’t move. He wished Sam would leave again. He wished Sam would leave so he could bring you into his chest and kiss you, so he could tell you the one thing he wished he said ages ago.

But he doesn't. All he does is sit there and watch you read.

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A few hours after Sam and you have fallen asleep Dean lays in his bed and stares up at the ceiling. He can hear your soft breaths against the pillow, the crinkle of the sheets as you move in your sleep. Usually he allowed himself to fall asleep listening to you, but tonight all it did was keep him awake. Each time he shut his eyes he saw the memory of you in bed with him burning against his eyelids and each time he shut his eyes he heard the real you telling him that you loved him.

Finally, he can't take it anymore.

Dean gets up and makes his way over to the pull-out couch, pausing once to move the paperback book out from under your head. It wasn't the first time that you'd fallen asleep reading, and Dean thought it was cute.

He slides into the bed behind you, gently touching your shoulder to wake you as quietly as possible.

"Hmm." You inhale softly.

"Y/n." Dean whispers.

He watches you turn towards him, eyes blinking in the darkness to rouse yourself from sleep. You hair is flared out over the pillows, eyes hazy. “Dean what are you-“

Dean moves his arm to your waist before pulling you flush into his chest, lips finding yours. The memories of the kiss in his dream are everywhere, but none of them compare to this. You sigh into his mouth, bringing your hands into his hair. Dean breathes you in. You still taste like apple pie, body soft against his, lips smooth and welcoming.

“I love you too.” He whispers against your mouth, eyes finding yours in the darkness of the hotel room.

Your smile breaks him. “It made you see us didn’t it?”

“How did you know?”

“The way you looked when you came out. The way you looked at me. I think it’s the same way I looked at you when I woke up." You brush back his hair and Dean can't help but lean forward into your touch. "What did it make you see?"

“We were married. You were pregnant and I was working at a garage. My parents were alive. Jessica was alive-“

“Oh Dean.” You cup his cheeks with a sorrowful expression, before brushing your lips against his. “I’m sorry.”

“It doesn’t matter now.” Dean brings you into his chest, laying on his back so you can rest your head on his heart. His hand slowly traces up and down your spine. You both lie there for a few moments. The subtle beat of your heart soothing the sadness that rises with the memory of his mother and father. Your hand gently rests against his shirt, fingers curling into the soft fabric.

“I missed you.” He hears you whisper into his chest.

“What?” Dean doesn't understand. "Where did I go?"

“Not like that. I know that it sounds stupid, but we were so happy in the dream. It made me miss you, miss this.” He feels you rub your face into the front of his shirt.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Dean you’re my best friend. I didn’t want to lose any of this.” You prop yourself up look him in the eye. “I’m happy here with you and Sam. Y’all are my family and I didn’t want to jeopardize that just because I’m in love with you.”

“Did you think I would have made you leave if you told me that?” Dean can’t help but feel hurt. Sure it would have been awkward for a little bit, but I’d never do that to y/n.

“Not made me leave, more phase me out. It would have made all of this awkward and-“ He watches the weight settle on your shoulders as you press your forehead into the space between his collar bone and neck. “I’ve lost so many things. I didn’t want to lose you.”

Dean squeezes you to him. “You’re not going to lose me sweetheart.” He traces a fingertip under your chin to raise your face to his. “I love you. And even if I didn’t, you’re my family too. I wouldn’t make you leave just because it was a little awkward. We’ve all been through too much together for that.” Dean’s thumb rubs soft circles against your cheek.

“I love you too.” You whisper, the soft smile gracing your lips  mirrors the memory from the dream, but this time it fills him with warmth and comfort, because this time he knows it’s real.  It's not some Djinn messing with his head, it's you. You lean upwards to kiss him gently, while Dean weaves his hand through you hair to secure you to him.

But then you pull away, your smile slipping into a smirk. “So when you say family, are you saying you see me as a sister or a cousin? Because, I don’t know how things are in Kansas, but where I'm from, that's kind of a red flag.“

Dean sighs loudly. Before he rolls you over and pins you to the bed, pressing his lips against yours in a searing kiss.

“Oh. So as a sister-“ You joke.

“You are one of the most annoying people on the planet.”

“I know. It’s why you love me.” You trace his lips with your index finger, gazing up at him the same way the dream version of you did.

Dean feels warmth trail behind your touch. “One of the reasons at least.”

But just as he leans to kiss you again-

“If you guys don’t shut up I’m not going to get any sleep.” Sam grumbles from his bed. “I could have told you two idiots, that you loved one another and it would have taken five seconds.”

“You don’t have to eavesdrop-“ You say glaring over in the direction of Sam’s bed.

“Kinda hard not to when you guys are making out. LOUDLY. I might add.”

“Gonna have to get used to it Sammy.” Dean snorts, before pushing your hair back behind your ear and drawing your gaze back to his face.

“Next time you guys are getting your own room.” Sam continues. “That way I can get some sleep.”

“Doesn’t seem very economical.” You say, but you’re gazing up at Dean again with the smile that makes him feel like he’d swallowed the sun. “I love you.” Your voice is barely a whisper.

“I love you too.” Dean leans down once more to capture your lips against his, erasing all semblance of everything else, except the feel of your body beneath him and the warmth that surges with each breath as the dream of you becomes a reality.

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When You Know - Masterlist

Pairing: Daddy!Mechanic!Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Universe: AU

Summary: Dean Winchester is a family man. He is happily married, living with his wife and their only daughter; Adeline. They are his entire world. So when his little girl comes bursting through the door unhappy, and convinced she will never find love again, his reassurance inadvertently takes them both on a trip down his memory lane. All in a bid to convince her that when it’s real, you’ll know.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, angst, more fluff, implied smut - each chapter will be tagged accordingly!  

This series is now complete!

Total Word Count: 59684

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Chapter One 

Chapter Two 

Chapter Three

Chapter Four  

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Chapter Six 

Chapter Seven 

Chapter Eight 

Chapter Nine 

Chapter Ten 

Chapter Eleven 

Chapter Twelve

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Firefly  Chapter 5 : Eighteen years old

By Roonyxx and Jay-and-dean

Pairings : future Dean x reader ?

Summary :  40 years in Hell, but he didn’t spend all this time all alone, he had her.

Prepare to know what happened during those years Dean never talks about. To immerge yourself in Hell, only lit by the mysterious kid growing here…

And to see some of your favorite villains again : Crowley, Lilith, Lucifer… And also Sammy and Jack…

Serie Warnings : Hurt!Dean, Hell (torture, even if we tried to not give it graphic descriptions, creepy demons, blood, violence), swearing, angst, future fluff and smut.

This story is in both Reader’s POV and Dean’s POV

Wordcount : 6300 (big chapter)

Note : This is our second collaboration. We can’t both edit the same post, so we decided we would post 1 chapter/2 each, like we did for Same.

We both worked as much on this story and it’s the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.

Please, if you want to show love for this story, don’t forget we were together in this.

This story will be around 10 chapters and we intend to edit it every Saturday if nothing delays it. The story will be on a little hiatus because both @jay-and-dean​ and I are on holidays. Once we come back the story will continue it’s regular weekly edit.

Firefly Chapter 1

Firefly Chapter 2

Firefly Chapter 3

Firefly Chapter 4

Jay’s Masterlist

Roonyxx Masterlist

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5. Eighteen years old.

When she turned sixteen, Crowley had told her the time of being childish was over, not that she ever had time to be a child. And for once, she didn’t fight him or argue. She had understood that she would never win by being an enemy. 

They had to trust her, to give her freedom and access to the secrets of Hell… 

So she became his apprentice and after two long years of following his rules and pretending to care, she was getting closer and closer everyday to her goal.

Getting out of Hell.

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Soothe and pamper.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x lover!fem!reader

Summary: it had been a long week of hunting, and Dean said he was fine… until you came in, of course.

Content: fluff, Dean being needy and overdramatic (and clingy), no use of y/n, Sam being the third wheel (kind of)

Word count: 653

Dean Winchester was a master at the "I'm fine" act. After years of being on the hunt, he could brush off a rough week like it was second nature. So, when Sam asked if he was okay after their latest exhausting hunt, he just scoffed, as usual.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." Dean said, waving a dismissive hand like he was brushing off a pesky fly, as if he hadn't spent the last seven days chasing after demons across two states.

"Quit worrying, Sammy."

Sam raised an eyebrow but didn't press any further. This was like Dean's default setting—deny, deflect, and pretend like everything was cool, even if he looked like he'd been chewed up and spat out.

But then, you walked into the room.

As soon as Dean caught sight of you, his entire demeanor shifted. The tough-as-nails hunter, who moments ago had been shrugging off his brother's concern, let out an over-the-top groan so loud it echoed through the bunker.

You barely had a chance to say a word before Dean threw himself into your arms like a wounded soldier returning from battle.

"This week—oh, you wouldn't believe it!" He buried his face into your shoulder with a pitiful groan, his voice muffled against your shirt. "It's been so bad, baby. So bad."

You could feel the weight of his body sag against yours, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. He nestled his head into the crook of your neck.

It would've been pathetic if it wasn't so funny.

"I don't know how I made it out alive," Dean continued, pulling back just enough to look at you with wide, puppy-dog eyes, his bottom lip sticking out in an exaggerated pout. "The food was nasty, the motel beds were terrible, and don't even get me started on the demons!"

You ran your fingers through his hair as he rambled on, completely lost in the comfort of being with you.

"Do you see this?" He gestured toward his body. "I'm a broken man."

Sam, watching this unfold, rolled his eyes so hard they almost got stuck. "You've gotta be kidding me."

And Dean ignored him completely.

"You're the only one who understands, sweetheart." He whined, clinging onto you like his life depended on it. "Sam's no help, he doesn't get it."

"Dean," you said, struggling to keep a straight face. "You were fine like five seconds ago."

"What are you talking about?" He squeezed you tighter, feigning innocence. "I was just holding it all in. I didn't want to scare Sammy. But now... now I can finally let it all out."

"Uh-huh," you said dryly. "And how much of this is just you wanting to get pampered?"

Dean gasped in mock offense, pulling back to look at you again. "Me? Using my genuine suffering to get pampered? I would never—"

You raised an eyebrow at him.

He hesitated for a second, then smirked. "Okay, maybe a little."

Sam snorted in the background, shaking his head as he headed for the door. "You two are ridiculous," he called over his shoulder before disappearing down the hall.

You sighed, shrugging your shoulders. "Well, what can I do to make it better, Dean?"

He was still leaning heavily into your embrace. "You. Me. Bed. Cuddles... for my emotional well-being, of course."

You smiled slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. "And all your troubles will disappear?"

"Exactly," Dean grumbled, sounding so serious you had to hold back a laugh. "Exactly." He sighed, content now, taking advantage of the situation for all it was worth.

"And if you throw in a back rub, I'll be a whole new man by morning." He added, his lips twitched into a smile.

"Alright, drama queen. But only because I know how hard it is to be you." you laughed softly.

"You're the only one who understands." Dean murmured, his voice filled with gratitude.

Trasha’s Masterlist aka Shameless Self Promotion

Ok soo you should know by now this is 100% Supernatural. Sorry not sorry. I’m proud of this shit so you should read it.  None of my stuff is for the underage so consider yourself warned, also that profanity is my best friend and messed up scenarios and trigger stuff is the hill I’m gonna die on. 

Numba One Stunna aka My FAV

World Without End aka the impressive title came first lol   13 Chapters

Summary: AU that’s mostly canon, with some tweaks, timeline is close up to end of Season 13.   A collection of broken almosts, love, and sacrifice. What would you do to save the people you love? Who are you really doing it for?

  Pairing/Appearance: Dean x Reader; Michael! Dean

Part 1: Nothing Gold Can Stay

Part 2: Both Shelter and Warning

Part 3: The Road to Hell

Part 4: Tempis Fugit

Part 5: An Inch of Nothing

Part 6: Casts Long Shadows

Part 7: Burnt Offerings

Part 8: Putting Out the Stars

Part 9: Funeral Drums

Part 10: Gathering Henbane for a Crown

Part 11: Hiraeth

Part 12: Love Never Saved Anyone

Part 13: Cold and Broken Hallelujah

The rest are in chronological order as far as when they were written. Also I ran out of ways to be clever and inventing an entire award system for myself seemed slightly vain. Slightly.

BAD MOON RISING

My one shot for @stunudo Jam basket- ABO- FUCK OR DIE

The Midnight Gospel

Written for the @cabin-fever-bang prompt- Milkman Dean 1940’s AU

Rating: THIS IS DARK. IT IS ABOUT SERIAL KILLERS AND MILKMEN.

Five By Five

My attempt to do a SPN/BUFFY crossover for @thoughtslikeaminefield Bday challenge.  One and done because this turned out to be hard as hell for me.

Beautiful Loser - Commission Piece for @indecisive20something 

Aka how Dean learned the sexy ropes- Finished!

Part One

Part Two

The Things We Lost in the Fire  Series- Ongoing!

AKA my attempt at SPN Dark Bingo

Series Masterlist

Common Tongue

Ashes to Ashes

Because I’m Hungry and Hollow

The Killing Fields- Part One

The Killing Fields- Part 2

Losing My Religion

The Cain Instinct

Hell, Not Hallelujah

Make Me A Believer

Phosphenes

Hinterlands

 When Wishes Bleed

Shines for You 

Strange Gifts  aka Michael being a dick

Angsty One Shot for Michael!Cember

The Last Day aka Supernatural does Groundhog Day

Angsty one shot? from the perspective of the person who usually doesn’t survive the opening credits (Image Credit : Jen Bervin’s book Nets, which contains erasures of Shakespeare’s sonnets)

Teeth aka Tricia’s nightmare fodder

Horror one shot based on a true story, High school aged Winchesters and similar aged reader

Its a Surprise! aka horror with technology most of you won’t recognize

Horror One shot based on a creepy photo of a VHS tape

Vantablack 2.0 aka Tricia’s nightmare fodder numero dos

Horror one shot of the scariest color. I know that sounds dumb but its worth it

Everything and Nothing  aka haven’t looked at it since I wrote it but you should- look at that pouty fucker- you wanna disappoint him?

My first challenge piece. Dean’s a dick and everyone’s sad

The Things They Carried aka look at me I know things and I drink

Character Studies, this is my OG shit so production value is low but I like the content. Dean, Sam, Mary, and Cas

The Old Way aka the thing that started out as SPN and became too autobiographical so I abandoned it like my feelings

The first fanfic, still wanna come back to it eventually. If you wanna long read here ya go. Also I have no festive picture for this, that’s how old it is

A Lesson In Politeness - Part One (Sam x Reader, Castiel, Justin!Sam Mini Series- In Progress)

~Things get a little weird when Sam seems super taken by the quaint little town on their next hunt.~

Broken Crown (Sam x Reader, Dean, Castiel, In Progress)

~Sam Winchester has never had the best timing. Now, as he and Dean close in on a chance to save Mary and Jack, and in turn the entire world, Sam falls in love. He can only hope this time will be different.~

Conditioned (Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel, Jack, OMCs, 19 Chapters)

~Dean always feared the Apple Pie Life, but with Y/N he felt secure enough to try. He should have known better.~

Crime & Punishment (Dom!Sam x sub!Reader, Curious!Dean x sub!Reader - 8 Chapters. Complete)

~Y/N breaks one of her biggest rules while in bed with her Sir, and Sam has no choice but to punish her. Luckily for them both, his punishments tend to lean towards the more creative and…exciting.~

Darken (Reader x Dean, Sam, Castiel, 4 parts)

~You woke up in a trashed motel room covered in someone else’s blood and no memories of the past week.~

Escape (Dean, Reader x Sam, 13 parts)

~Y/N and Dean are abducted after a night at the bar and thrown into a maze of horrors. Can Sam track down his brother and girlfriend in time? Can they even hold on that long?~

Everlong (Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel, Rowena, Others - 15 Chapters)

~Y/N has everything she’s ever wanted - the love of a good man, a best friend she can lean on, drama, magic, and heroics. But everyone knows, things aren’t always what they seem.~

Final Hiatus (J2 x Reader)

~You, Jensen, and Jared go off to a private beach resort for your final vacation together…~

Fix You (Dean x Reader, Sam, Cas, 5 Parts)

~ After being gone for months, Y/N has returned home to the boys with no memory of their life together.~

Godspeed, Dean Winchester (Dean x Reader, Collab Series, 3 parts)

~Dean meets a newbie hunter and things get interesting.~

Good Vibrations (Dean x Reader, Sam; 14 Parts)

~Some wishes are better left unfulfilled~

I’ll Take The Fall (Sis!Reader, Dean, Sam, John, Mary. IN PROGRESS/Indefinite Hiatus)

~What if Sam didn’t have to take the fall? What if his sister could do it for him?~

Moments: a collection of scenes (Dean x Reader, Sam, Others. On Going)

~Life is made up of passing moments. There are laughs and tears and kisses along the way. Not everything is connected, but every moment is worth remembering~

Moonstone (Reader x Dean, Sam, Crowley, Rowena, Castiel, 8 Parts)

~You and Dean haven’t been together very long, but it might be true love. Your happiness is soon overshadowed when you are betrayed by someone you thought was your friend.~

Muddy Soul (Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader, OMC x Reader, Cas, Rowena, 30 parts)

~ Life isn’t always as it seems and people aren’t who they say they are. Love isn’t always a good thing, and sometimes, finding out the hard way may just kill you. ~

Reflection (Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader, In Progress/Indefinite Hiatus)

~ On a dark and stormy night… things get steamy in the Impala…~

Talk Dirty To Me (Jensen x Reader, Jared, Misha, NSFW 3 Parts)

~Jensen is super shy, even in the bedroom. When Y/N asks him to open up a bit, he gets even more nervous and takes some interesting advice from his friend.~

The Chosen (Michael!Dean, Sam, Dean, Castiel, Y/N, OFCs, ONGOING)

~Michael has come to our world to cleanse and rebuild. He has chosen a select few to aid him on his journey to a better world. These are their stories~

The Nightmare Curse (13 Chapters, Complete)

~Hit by a devastating curse, Y/N is forced to live out her darkest nightmares on a loop. Can Dean and Sam wake her before there’s nothing left to wake? ~

Featuring Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, Castiel – And Many Others Spanning the 15 Seasons of Supernatural

The Tall Handsome One (OC x Sam, Dean. 4 Parts)

~The boys saved Blanca’s life… now she’s got to deal with that.~

The Things We Couldn’t Say (Sam x Reader, On Going) written with @idreamofhazel

~Follow along as Sam and Y/N continue their somewhat relationship through letters from across the country…~ 

The Woman In Red (KinkBingo 2019 Series. Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader. IN PROGRESS)

~She can be strong and rough, or delicate and tender. She can be whatever they need. The Woman in Red is a legend, the true Hunter’s Helper, the woman in the shadows who helps the heroes who help the world. And no other heroes have done more for the world than the Winchesters…~

These Dreams (Michael!Dean x Reader, Dean x Reader, Sam, ONGOING)

~Dean has been fighting for weeks, struggling to break free of Michael’s hold. When the Archangel has finally had enough of his fussing, he looks elsewhere for a way to keep Dean subdued.~

The Wrong Brother (Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader, 5 parts)

~After a night out celebrating a hunting victory with the boys, you wake up next to the wrong brother…~

This Ain’t No Joke, Sweetheart (Beka, Dean, Sam, Others. 8 Parts)

~Let me tell you about my weekend with the Winchesters~

Through the Looking Glass (Dean x Reader, Sam, Others,10 Parts)

~Sam and Dean burst through your apartment door to save you from a nasty ghost attack. The amazing part is… Sam and Dean are characters on a TV show, so what the hell is going on?~

Turn Left (Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader, OCs, 3 Parts)

~ “One small change, as simple as turning left when you once went right, can change everything”…~

Two Weeks Notice (Dean x Reader, Sam. 15 Chapters, Complete)

~With the world practicing self-isolation, Y/N and Dean break all the rules of social distancing and common decency as they explore an empty bunker and use the time alone to their playful advantage…~

Whitlock Manor (Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader; 10 Parts, Action/Smut)

~Y/N and the Winchesters work a haunting in Rhode Island that quickly turns into something very unexpected…~

coming soon…

Get a room.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x lover!fem!reader

Summary: After a particularly bad hunt, you were patching Dean up in the motel room, but he said he needed to be healed up the right way.

Content: fluff(?), kisses, Sam kind of being the third-wheel, no use of y/n, mentions of injury

English isn’t my first language, mistakes should be present, sorry!

Word count: 698

You and Dean had just stumbled back to the bunker after a long, exhausting hunt. It was one of those hunts where everything that could go wrong, did. Dean had taken a hit from some nasty vamp, even after you told him to be careful, but Dean? Nah, that word wasn't in his vocabulary. And while he made no big deal of the gash, you knew it was serious enough to need a little patching up.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirt off, grimacing slightly as you cleaned up the deep cut on his shoulder.

"Ow—! Careful," Dean grimaced, shooting you a mocking glare. "You trying to finish me off, sweetheart?"

"Quit being a baby," you shook your head. "You're lucky this didn't go deeper."

“I’m always lucky,” Dean responded, a smirk spreading across his face despite his slight wince when you dabbed the cloth on his wound again.

"Uh-huh. I should just leave you to bleed out next time, it would save me a whole lot of trouble." you muttered, beginning to bandage him up, nodding in approval of your work once you secured it.

Dean shifted, sighed, then flashed you a lopsided grin. "I think you missed a step, sweetheart."

"What step?" you raised an eyebrow, confused.

“For me to fully heal… there’s only one thing that’ll work.”

“What?" you almost rolled your eyes. "Lemme guess, whiskey and pie?”

He grinned wider. “Nope. Kisses. Specifically, from you. On my face. All over. Only way this wound’s gonna close up right.”

You snorted. “Right. Because that's definitely how medical science works.”

Dean winced dramatically. “You don’t believe me? It’s a foolproof healing method. I swear it.”

"C'mon, don't leave me hanging here—this is life or death." He added for good measure, tapping a finger to his cheek.

Despite yourself, you laughed. “You are so full of it, Winchester.”

“One kiss. Or like… fifty. But who's counting?” He shrugged.

You sighed, fully aware you were playing into his game but too tired to fight it. You leaned down and pressed a light kiss to his cheek, where his finger tapped relentlessly until you gave in.

“There you go,” Dean said, clearly pleased. “But you missed a spot—” He pointed to another area, so you kissed it too. “And there—” Another kiss. “And the forehead—” You kissed his forehead. “And—”

“Okay, Dean, that’s enough."

"Not enough. I can still feel the pain." He let out an over-the-top groan.

You sighed in exasperation, considering to either just punch him across the face or keep giving into him—you chose the latter.

Just as you were placing more kisses onto his face—the grin on his lips made him look like a love-drunk idiot—the door swung open.

Sam walked in with some takeout bags, he froze in the doorway, eyes widening as he took in the scene: you, practically sitting on Dean’s lap, showering his face with kisses, while Dean looked way too proud of himself.

“What did I just walk into?” Sam groaned, immediately making a beeline to the table to avoid getting another glance at the two of you.

"Hey, it's a part of the healing process, Sammy." Dean smirked, looking over to his brother.

Sam blinked, then made a face like he just swallowed something sour. “Gross. Seriously, guys, get a room.”

“We’re technically in a room, you know.” you said, getting off of Dean who seemed too reluctant to let you go.

"A room that you walked into." Dean added, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Sam set the food down, still shaking his head in disbelief. "Yeah, well, next time, maybe give me a warning first so I know not to come in while you guys are having a whole smooch-fest."

"You're just jealous."

"You two are impossible."

"Buzzkill."

Sam just groaned in annoyance again, starting to unpack the food.

You couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, feeling a bit guilty—though not that guilty. You glanced at Dean, who tugged on your hand with a happy expression.

"Next time, we're giving you painkillers." you said, lifting your hand up and running your finger through his hair.

"Not a chance." Dean smiled.