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Prompt : You have always liked Dean, I mean, the guy is perfect. But he is also way out of your league. You accepted that a long time ago, best friends are off limits after all. But that didn’t make trips to the bar any easier. Especially when Dean always managed to bring a girl back to the motel, and you struck out. Again. Based on the song Shelter by Finneas.
Warnings : This may get just a little bit lemony not gonna lie. Also language. Its Dean. That’s part of life. sorry :3
You let out a snort of a laugh as Dean elbowed you roughly, laughing so hard that his face was turning red. “No, I swear to God, he literally said that to me.”
“Please tell me that you are joking.”
“I wish.” You shook your head and downed the last of the whiskey in your glass, smiling at the embarrassment of it all. “I swear guys are absolutely disgusting. Give a guy head and he just lays there and then after he’ll sit up and say ‘was that good for you too?’ Unbelievable.”
Dean laughed out loud, slamming a palm to his brow in delight. “I am so sorry.” He snorted before waving over the bartender. “Two more whiskeys.”
You shook your head at Dean hiccuping slightly. You had to admit, you were a tiny bit tipsy. It was the only way anyone would ever find you and dean giggling like this. Not saying that you didn’t laugh together without being under the influence, but this level of dorkiness only came with a dangerous amount of alcohol and exhaustion. You and the boys had just solved a case in Akron, Ohio that morning and you spent the entire rest of the day in the motel, playing cards, reading, laying around, and drinking to relax. Two straight weeks of hunting and investigating had literally whooped your ass. You needed this drink, you had to admit.
No, you needed this fifteenth drink. You smiled at Dean as the bartender set down two more glasses for the pair of you. “Wait, maybe I should sit this one out.”
“Are you already drunk?” Dean asked with a cocked brow, his eyes amaused and teasing.
“No,” You snorted, rolling your eyes. You could put away your drink when you wanted, but you had to admit, you felt pretty good right now, and you were not wanting to wake up with a hang over. Not after such a good night. Besides, you still wanted to have some sense about you.
“Look, if I get drunker, I can’t beat this sucker who keeps giving me screw-me eyes behind us at pool.”
Dean quirked his brows quizzically and turned on his seat to eye the man you were referring to. The older man was friendly looking enough, but he was just staring at you, his intentions pretty obvious. He had on a cute set of glasses, his hair an unnatural dark color, as if he was denying aging like he was compensating for something. Dean scoffed and then shook his head. “Don’t.”
You shot him a look.”Don’t?”
“You can do better than him.” Dean smiled as he took a drink of his whiskey. You laughed and looked down for a moment. Actually, you couldn’t. You knew that. The crusty older man with the obviously dyed hair at the pool table was exactly in your league. You knew that. It was one of Dean’s few flaws to think of you as better off than you were. You laughed and shook your head. You were a solid six in the Midwest. He was a heavenly ten where ever he went. The guy tended to forget that you weren’t in his league.
“Just because you are the hottest person in here doesn’t mean the rest of us cant play ball.” You shot at him, wiggling your eyebrows tipsily.
Dean narrowed his eyes and smiled crookedly at you. “Did you just call me hot?”
You let out a pssh, rolling your eyes. “You know you are.”
He laughed. “I mean, I guess, but you’ve never said it.”
“What can I say?” You giggled, jumping down off your chair. “I’m tipsy and I’m jealous. Leave me alone.”
“Okay, sweetheart. Whatever you say.” Dean turned back to his drink. You flushed a little as you turned back to make your way to the pool table.
Part of you wished he’d stop you, but he wouldn’t. Not for the reason you’d like. He always had your back, he was your best friend, but you’d be lying if you said he didn’t give you butterflies almost every time you laid eyes on him. But he was not your type. You shook your head and cast a small smile at the man at the pool table as you approached.
He flashed you a toothy grin as you came up, tucking your hair lightly behind one ear. This guy, this was your type. You needed to stay in your lane.
“Hey,” The man said, stepping close to you.
You almost sighed out loud, looking over his face. This was who you were allowed to like. “I saw you staring,” you said softly, grinning playfully. “Trying to start something?”
The man chuckled. “Maybe.”
You smiled and he held out a hand. “My name is Arthur.”
“Y/N.” You shook his hand.
“What’s a girl like you doing alone on a night like this?”
You let out a dry laugh. “That’s your best line?”
Arthur shrugged and laughed. A warm sound, one you wouldn’t mind hearing again. “Don’t like it?” He asked.
“No, I’ve heard better.” You chuckled.
“From the guy you came in with?”
You whipped around quick, narrowing your eyes. “No.” It surprised you that a stranger would assume you and Dean were together, despite coming in together. You looked like best friends, always laughing and teasing. Or maybe siblings, but never a couple. No man had ever been that off in guessing your relationship before.
“Really?” Arthur chuckled nervously. “‘Cause he keeps staring bullets at us.”
You cocked your eyebrow quizzically and turned, only to see Dean set down his glass and get up. You felt a tiny bit of disappointment course through your veins when you saw that he wasn’t even looking. But that disappointment turned to embarrassed flashes of heat when you saw where he was going.
A tall blonde bartender on the other side of the bar was gazing at him, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously. You only watched, quiet, as Dean sat down next to her, folding his arms over the table and started a conversation. The girl studied Dean for a moment before he said something that made her laugh. You quickly turned back to Arthur, trying hard not to let your emotions show on your face. Damn, he really was good, two seconds into the evening and he already had this girl wrapped around his finger.
“No, he’s just my friend.” You muttered softly, picking a pool stick of your own off the far wall. Arthur clicked his tongue, leaning on his own, eyeing you. “Well, that’s the best news I have heard all day.”
You let out a soft laugh, and you couldn’t help but shake your head at the sound of it as you moved to break with a strong shot, sinking two striped balls. Your laugh sounded so fake, so timid, a feminine sound, like you were trying hard to impress. It didn’t sound anything like the real you, the only ones who ever heard that real, snorting laugh were the Winchesters.
You heard Arthur let out a low whistle as you turned and aimed for another striped ball, sinking that one too. “Gonna let me take a shot at all?”
“Maybe. If I am feeling generous.” You smirked at him.
He laughed, and you smiled back. Maybe this was one of the nights you were actually going to get lucky.
In the end, you did get lucky. Sort of. You beat him three games in a row.
But you didn’t manage to leave with him.
And once again, you were sort of at a loss as to why. He just said thanks for the fun night, kind of made a move, and for a minute you thought he was going to kiss you, but he just gave you a hug and left. Maybe he was just a sad guy in a failing relationship at home that he didn’t quite want to throw away just yet. In the end, that’s what you told yourself.
You had tro Uber back to the motel, Dean had left a while ago with the Impala, and probably with that blonde model from the bar. You pulled out your phone and thought of asking Dean, but in the end, you decided against it. You didn’t really care to hear of his success story, besides, if he did take her back to the motel, he was probably already sealing the deal and wouldn’t text you back. So you figured you would be safer talking with Sam.
The phone rang twice before Sam picked up. “Hey Y/N. Everything okay?”
You smiled at your lap as the Uber drove you in silence. “Yeah, I’m just on my way back.”
“Is Dean with you?”
You let out a soft breath and shook your head to yourself. “No, I think he left with a girl.”
Sam was quiet for a moment before he let out a sad sort of laugh. “Wait, really?”
“Oh, yeah. But you know, that’s how he is.” You said, forcing the disappointment out of your laugh.
“He hasn’t brought a girl back from a bar in a while.” Sam said, his voice sounding a bit confused.
“Yeah, we’ve been too busy for that.”
Sam cleared his throat and you thought that maybe he had picked up on the sadness in your voice so you quickly started talking again. “But I figured that if he brings back a girl, you will need to crash in my motel room for a while at least. Want to swing by? We can watch some Seinfeld reruns and order pizza.”
Sam let out a soft chuckle at your offer. “I mean, that doesn’t sound terrible.”
You smiled, genuinely. Sam really was a great friend to you. “Yeah, it’s been too long since we’ve had to have a movie night.”
“Are there any pizza places open this late?”
“I have no idea.”
“Dean will probably get jealous.” Sam laughed.
You laughed harder. “Him? Jealous of our movie night? I doubt it. Not if he’s getting laid.”
Sam let out a soft hum. “Jeez, when you say it like that we sound like losers, Y/N.”
You shrugged as the Uber pulled over at the motel and you got out. “We kinda are.”
Sam laughed. “Look we aren’t getting heartbroken or catching STDs, I call that a win.”
You pulled out your key and swung open your door. “Just get over here. I don’t want to lie around by myself tonight.”
“Alright, I’ll be there in a few. I have to take a shower first.”
“Okay.” You swallowed hard, trying to finish the phone call without sounding sad. “See you soon.”
“Yeah.” You could hear the ease in his voice and it made you a little less stressed out. Sam was the equivalent of a golden retriever puppy, just spending time with him was therapeutic. Sam was all calm nights in, reading books, finding coffee shops, nature documentaries, classical music and tea instead of whiskey. He was the exact opposite of his brother. Nothing about Sam made you feel like you were in competition.
And that made you happy, but not for long. You sat down on the edge of your motel bed, staring ahead at the wall. You don’t know how long you sat there as your brain started whirring.
If you had more game, if you were a little more like Dean, maybe you’d be getting laid right now instead of staring at the wall, waiting for Sam.
You flippantly turned on the tv and didn’t care to change the channel as SpongeBob laughed uncontrollably on the screen.
You buried your face in your hands. What were you doing wrong? Didn’t guys always want sex? How was it that you almost never managed to meet a nice guy at a bar and bring him home? Maybe not even a nice guy. Just a guy in general.
“Damnit.” You flopped backward onto the bed, your exhaustion and disappointment leaving your body in a frustrated huff. You dug your hands into your eyes, rubbing your stress away as your eyes watered up just a little.
Maybe you were just that repulsive…
Just then, you heard a soft knock at your door.
Shit. You jumped up, racing to the bathroom and throwing on the water. You splashed some onto your face and wiped off your smearing makeup with some soap. You dried your face as quick as you could, inspecting your reflection for a moment. With your mascara washed off, you couldn’t tell that you had been crying, even though you looked much worse without the tiny amount of makeup you wore. You didn’t mind if Sam saw you without makeup, but you weren’t about to let him see you had been crying.
You splashed your face one more time as the knock at the door came again. “Sorry, I’m coming!”
You jumped over the bed and swung the door open, forcing a smile on your fresh face. “Finally!
Took you long enough—”
Your voice died in your throat and you almost choked on the words. It wasn’t Sam on the other side of your door. It was Dean.
You blinked, utterly surprised. “Oh.”
Dean’s hand dropped from where he had left it midair in the knocking position at your tone. “Oh? Expecting someone else?”
You blinked, still surprised. “No. I mean…” You shook your head and the surprise wore off. “I thought you were Sam.”
“Sam?” Dean chuckled. “What about me? Thanks for the invite.”
“Wait.” You shook your head as Dean pushed past you into the motel room. “What happened to the girl from the bar?”
“What girl?” Dean asked, turning on you.
“You know.” You put on a knowing smile and elbowed him as you passed him to sit on the bed, staring at him. “The Stella Maxwell working behind the bar?”
Dean let out a scoff and looked away, and for a moment, you thought you saw him flush a shade of pink. Was he...embarrassed? Maybe he didn’t seal the deal after all.
“I thought you left with her.” You chuckled softly. “I mean when I finished my game you and the car were totally gone.”
Dean turned back to you, his eyebrows raised. “Didn’t you leave with that middle school history teacher?”
“No.” You let out a laugh, struggling to sound easy when inside you were horribly uncomfortable. “He wasn’t that into me.”
“Bullshit.” Dean grumbled and you shot him a look.
“He wasn’t.” You tried for one more laugh but this time, your body betrayed you as a lump of disappointment formed in your throat. “I’m just not that good at flirting I guess.”
Dean let out a scoff. “Oh please. If he didn’t make a move that’s his problem. That guy was a loser.”
“He wasn’t a loser.” You mumbled softly, the lump in your throat growing with every second.
Dean laughed out loud and sat next to you on the bed, his movement bouncing you a tiny bit. “Come on, Y/N, he was such a loser. Were you that drunk that you didn’t notice the desperation in his eyes? Or the sweep-over hair that covered his balding spot…”
“Doesn’t make him a loser.” You managed, your eyes starting to burn.
Dean let out a laugh and poked you lightly in the ribs, teasing. “You could probably knock him on his ass with a push, guy looked like a twig with—”
“He’s not a loser!”
You didn’t mean to shout, but it did shut him up. The silence was deafening as he sat still next to you. Suddenly, you felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you, and the overflow ended up burning in your eyes. You didn’t even have time to hide your face in your hands before the tears were spilling down your cheeks. You bit your lip hard and jumped up, turning toward the bathroom desperate not to let him see you cry.
“Woah. Wait, Y/N.” Dean stood up behind you as you turned to the sink, wiping your eyes. Shit. Now you were crying. Damnit.
You let out a soft hiccuping sob and buried your face in your hands.You heard Dean come up behind you but your eyes were burning and you almost couldn’t breathe. You were so embarrassed.
“Hey…” You felt a hand on your elbow, turning you gently towards him. You kept your eyes down, rubbing them hard to hide your face. “Y/N, I’m sorry. What did I say?”
You shook your head, unable to speak as the tears blurred your vision. All you could see was the outline of Dean’s boots in front of you. “You can’t tell me your beat up over that guy.”
You shook your head again, the sound of Dean’s soft laugh echoing into silence. You sniffed and looked to the side, avoiding him again. You knew he was trying to make you laugh, trying to see you smile, he wasn’t used to seeing you sad. You almost never cried, and it was obvious. Dean was a tough, capable man, but the minute he saw his friends upset he sort of short-circuited. He kept a hand on your elbow, tugging lightly, trying to get you to look at him, but you couldn’t. You took a deep breath and then looked up, blinking through your tears. The minute Dean saw your face, his smile died completely and concerned filled his green eyes.
“This isn’t about him is it?”
You swallowed hard, and the lump in your throat was almost nauseating. For a moment you thought of blowing him off, you didn’t need to talk to Dean about your failures. About your insecurities. He was your best friend, but he didn’t need to know everything about how shitty you felt.
But then, before you could think of some stupid lie about being on your period and laughing it off, Dean gave your elbow a slight tug, pulling you closer. You bit your lip and looked away, but then you jumped because you felt Dean’s fingers slip under your chin, tilting your head up to meet his eyes.
“Hey, talk to me.”
“I just…”You took a deep breath, and then it all came spilling out, tears burning in your eyes. “You can’t say that that guy is a loser. Okay? You can’t, because that guy is all that I can get. He’s in my league. We aren’t all perfect humans, we can’t all have hot people crawling all over us 24/7 like you do. You don’t get it. I really tried. Like really tried with him. And all those terrible things you said about him, that’s just not fair, because even a guy like that doesn’t want me. So what does that say about me?”
You fell silent and everything stopped. Dean was staring at you with the widest eyes you had ever seen, his jaw hanging slack. And even with that dumb expression on his face, he was still unbelievably attractive. Which made you a tiny bit angrier. And then he topped it all off when he started to laugh.
“E-excuse me?” You felt the rage bubble under your skin, as he threw back his head. “Was that funny to you?”
“Y/N, that guy was a loser and he knew it. He didn’t have a chance. That’s why he didn’t make a move. You were the hottest girl down there, by far.”
“I—” You stopped and stood there, and now it was your turn to take on that stupid expression, your mouth hanging open. “What?”
Dean let out a soft laugh, suddenly looking a tiny bit bashful. “He didn’t make a move that’s his loss. Guys like that score a girl like you and they don’t know what to do with you.That’s on them, not you.”
“I...I don’t think…” You let out a disbelieving scoff. “That doesn’t make sense.” You didn’t believe him, despite the earnestness in his eyes. “Guys don’t reject girls because they are too good. They reject them because they aren’t worth the chase.”
“That is not true at all.” Dean smirked at you, as if he couldn’t believe what you were saying. “Girls like you scare the crap out of guys like us.”
You sniffled cracking a tiny smile. “Liar.”
“I’m serious Y/N.” Dean’s smile softened and you stopped as he shook his head at you a bit hopelessly. “Why do you think I never made a move?”
“You...I…” You blinked hard and then realized he must be joking. “Very funny.”
You almost turned away but then you felt his hand come and connect with your hip, holding you tighter, pulling you gently in case you tried to pull away. You don’t know why you didn’t stop him, probably because you thought that you were dreaming. “Dean?”
He let out a soft breath, a gentle laugh. “Do you honestly think that guy was the only one who thought you were best looking girl in the bar?”
You felt his fingers dig lightly into your hip,and you almost forgot how to breathe as he stepped a tiny bit closer, his chest so close that the heat was radiating off of him. His free hand slid up your cheek and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You didn’t have time to breathe, even if you could, before he leaned forward a half an inch and lightly pressed a kiss just under your ear. “Any guy down there would kill to spend a night with you.”
Your heart was fluttering so furiously that you were sure he could hear it as you struggled to find words. How the hell was this happening? Was this a dream? You couldn’t move an inch as Dean slid his hand around the back of your neck and cradled your head in his huge hand, trailing his lips along your skin until he pressed a kiss to your cheek, and then to the corner of your mouth.
At the second kiss, suddenly you jumped awake. “Wait.” You pushed lightly on his chest and he pulled back slowly, watching you carefully. “Dean…” You swallowed hard as your mind whirred. “I’m not gonna be an easy lay just because you didn’t seal the deal with that other girl.”
For a moment it was totally silent. Dean shook his head and lowered his head to look into your eyes, his gaze solemn. “You think I was after her?”
“Weren’t you?” You prompted quietly, afraid of his answer.
“Y/N, I’ve been trying to get your attention for months.”
“Me?”
“Yeah. I mean, you’re perfect. We’re always together, you get me. You aren’t afraid to tell me to fuck off.” He ended with a little chuckle.
You narrowed your eyes and looked down. “But, we are friends. I don’t want to mess that up.”
Dean shifted and his hands were back on your waist, holding you gently, in case you decided against it. “It won’t mess anything up, Y/N. We already care about each other, this is just a fun little step further. And you can always tell me to piss off. Cause you are one of the only people I actually listen to. Why don’t we just have a fun night?”
You were stunned into silence for a long moment. He was so close, his body huge and warm against yours and you were lying to yourself if he didn’t feel even better than you imagined. “So...just for fun?”
Dean smiled, a warm bright grin, his eyes sparkling. “Heck yes, if you want that.”
You hesitated for a moment. Part of you wanted to say no, you always wanted something more, something to mean something, to have value other than sex, but if this was all you could get, then you weren’t about to stop him.
His hands moved lightly across your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “Okay.”
The word barely left your mouth before Dean leaned forward that tiny half inch farther and pressed his lips to yours. You froze into his kiss, your body stiffening, partially because you could barely believe it was happening. Dean Winchester was kissing you. He tasted like cinnamon, probably from the whiskey, and it was better than heaven. He let out a soft hum and opened his mouth, pushing you back toward the bed with a gentle shove. You swallowed hard and suddenly remembered how to move, gripping his shirt and tugging it hard, trying to rid him of it. Dean pulled back with a chuckle. “Easy tiger.”
Your face flushed bright pink and you looked up at him, pouting and frazzled. “But—”
“Look, let’s be honest, I’m better at this than you. Just relax, let me show you what you’ve been missing.”
You were about to cut him off with a curse word but the second he stopped speaking his fingers were undoing the top buttons of your flannel and his fingertips were brushing over the skin across the tops of your breasts. Your insistence died on your tongue as your head fell back when his mouth found your neck, sucking at your pulse before kissing just below your collarbone, working his way down as he removed button after button until he slipped the flannel down your shoulders and away. The air was cool on your stomach as you stood there, knees weak, as his fingers moved to the belt buckle and button of your jeans. Dean dug his fingers into your hips, kissing your jaw and sucking a dark mark onto your shoulder. You reached up and threaded your fingers through his hair, but as his fingers slipped under your jeans you let out a sharp gasp, tugging on his hair hard enough to make him stop, chuckling softly. “Sorry.” You murmured, your heart hammering as heat pooled in your veins.
Dean smiled and slipped his huge hand lower and you let out a low needy whine at the feel of his skin. Before he could say anything as a rebuttal you grabbed him and kissed him hard, tracing your tongue along his perfect lips as his fingers moved perfectly against you.
Dean smirked against your skin as a low moan slipped unwarranted from your lips. “Something to say sweetheart?”
You smirked at him. “You’re so full of it, you know?”
“I can afford it.” He smiled before he gave you a light shove and pushed you down onto the bed. You flopped back with a nervous giggle, a part of you terrified and another part of you incredibly turned on. In fact, something about the way Dean was looking at you made you feel confident. Pretty even. Dean’s green eyes flashed dark with determination and you suddenly felt that rush of embarrassment come running back.
You looked away, blushing furiously as Dean reached for you again. But he saw your expression and he stopped. “Y/N.” You glanced up at him, your heart hammering. He gave you a gentle smile. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
Your breath left you in a soft sigh as you forced all your self-doubt away. You leaned up onto your elbows and reached up with one hand, grabbing him by the belt and hauling him down to you as he raised his eyebrows with an impressed smirk. “I want to.” You murmured, before you leaned up and planted your mouth on his, kissing him fiercely. This time, you caught Dean by surprise, as he let out a soft moan into your lips, his hands exploring up and down your body as he hovered above you, breathing life into your veins.
Even as he kissed you back, passionate and strong, your brain was buzzing with a warning. He was your best friend...you didn’t see how this was going to end well. Nothing romantic ever did with you.
“Goddamn sweetheart,” Dean moaned as you kissed him hard, adoring the feel of his body in your hands. “You are so beautiful.”
You smiled against his lips, but you didn’t believe him. Dean Winchester…
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Prompt : Dean Winchester is not only a demon, but the King of Hell. He’s well on his way to controlling everything. The only thing that happens to be standing in his way is you. Suddenly, the fate of Dean’s kingdom and reign all depend on whether or not he can get you out of the way. However, that’s proving to be harder than he expected. You are far more dangerous than he anticipated, and it’s making you a target.
Warnings : A bit violent
You let out a snarl of rage as the demon straddled you, grinding against you mockingly, pressing a knife to your throat. Your fingers clawed at the ground, desperate to get a hold of something, anything.
The demon let out a slow laugh. “It’s a shame, really,” You yelped as he pressed the knife sharply into your skin, slicing it deeply. “After all of us that you’ve killed, it’s too bad I can’t cut you to pieces right now.”
You spat up at him, struggling under his weight.
The demon flexed his shoulders and cocked an eyebrow down at you, his lips pursed in annoyance. “But, then, orders are orders.”
You looked around. Out of the six demons that had attacked you in your own house, two were already dead. Add that to the count and you totaled around thirty-five in the past year. You could say that you’d had a very productive hunting season. You and your brother, Luke, used to keep tally of the monsters you’d kill together. But when a demon jumped you on a hunt three years ago, Luke rushed in to save you and took the fall for you. That was sort of the pattern of siblings in this business. You save the ones you love before yourself.
Unfortunately, Luke was always the level-headed one of the two of you. When he died, you dedicated the rest of your life to killing demons until they finally took you down with them. To you, there was no moving on. It seemed like a noble cause. Keeping a tally was the only way you still felt a connection to your dead brother.
God, you wanted to see him again…
“What?” You sneered as the demon atop you smiled greedily down. “Too afraid to kill me yourself?”
“Oh, yes.” The demon’s eyes widened in sudden truthfulness. “I’m terrified.” Then his eyes narrowed and he glared at you. “But not of you.”
You heard a low snarl behind you and you turned to see an empty corridor. A low creak on your bedroom floor made you grimace. Hellhounds…
“Someone would like to meet you first.”
“Your boss?”
The demon scoffed, looking away as he got off of you and hauled you to your feet, the knife still pressed to your skin. “He’s heard a lot about you. Actually, you’ve been a bit of a pain in his side long enough.” You let out a gasp of disgust as the demon snatched your arm and twisted it painfully behind your back so he could lean into you and whisper in your hair. “He’s been eager to meet you.”
You heard the hellhound growl in front of you. Your eyes flickered from the shadow of the huge creature on the floor to the two demons hanging back in the shadows.
The demon let out a low laugh. “See you in hell.”
With that he let out a low whistle and shoved you forward right into the Hellhound’s waiting jaws. Or at least, that’s what the demon expected. Unfortunately for him, you had been expecting that to. You took the opportunity and raced forward, pushing the demon back with your hips as you ran forward. The demon grunted in shock and stumbled.
As you ran, you heard the hellhound lunge forward with a snarl, its breath hot and sticky on your skin. You swung out with a fist. You grit your teeth, prepping yourself for what was to come. You hit the hellhound in the throat, shocking it and you for a heartbeat. The next thing you felt was its savage, razor sharp teeth set into your arm. You let out a scream of pain, but you didn’t stop. It all happened so quickly that the demons didn’t have time to react. You barely had time to react.
With shock dimming the pain in your arm for a fraction of a second, you reached forward, grabbed onto the back to the hellhound’s head and swung back. You wrapped your legs around its neck, holding the head in place as its teeth loosened slightly on your arm. You gave a sharp twist, flipping backward, and shoved your arm forward at the same moment. There was a muffled crack and the hellhound let out a short yelp before you flipped it on its back.
By the time it hit the ground, the beast was dead, its jowls loose. You had killed hellhounds before like this; the idiot animals never think to release their hold on your body, so when you twist them a certain way, they break their own necks. It became one of your most terrifying abilities as a hunter. Not many could take out hellhounds.
You heard the demons before you gasp in shock as the hellhound flopped lifelessly to the floor. You shook your bloody arm free and lunged for the smallest demon before they could advance on you. You swung him around and knocked his feet out from under him with your ankle and the demon fell down before he could grab you. You jumped forward, grabbing your demon knife from where the other demons had kicked it away. You heard a familiar screech and looked up to see the other two demons leaving their bodies through coils of black, foul-smelling smoke.
The demon under you twisted, letting out a terrified grunt trying to open his mouth, but you pressed your hand tight over its jaw. Luckily, the demon was a young one and you could tell he wasn’t well adjusted to fleeing vessels yet.
You pressed the knife against its chest and the demon’s eyes rolled up at you, afraid. Your lip curled into a snarl, rage pummeling at your gut, tearing away at your resolve. This was one of the things that killed your brother. And now your arm was on fire because a hellhound had ripped it to pieces. Your head was swimming, but you knew exactly what you were doing.
The demon let out a whimper. “Plea—” His voice choked off in a gasping breath as you drove your knife straight up through his jaw into his head. The demon sparked and sputtered, groaning before it collapsed as a deadweight on your lap.
You let out a soft groan and pushed his body off you and stood to your feet.
For a moment you simply stared down at the bodies bloodying up your floor.
Here’s an updated version, since i haven’t been on my list recently, mostly just writing:) But here you are, all the stories i’ve got so far. Love you guys! Carry On!
Prompt : You have always had an unusual gift of foresight that has helped you become one of the best hunters in the region. When you started working with the Winchester’s everything was smooth sailing. Until you started catching a few feelings for the oldest brother and now, as new nightmares are haunting you day and night, you wonder if this is a sign or a warning of what is to come.
AN: sorry I’ve been inactive for a while, I’ve been writing for other things and this blog took a backseat. Anyway, here’s something to celebrate Halloween and spoopy season and *sobs* the end of supernatural. It’s inspired by the conjuring 2 so check out this scary scene to see where I pulled from if you dareeeee😈 lots of love to y’all! Hopefully this will be a pretty long, slow burn kind of series. Carry on my wayward sons and daughters!
You ran through the rain, your hair plastered to your face, your gun in your hand, as the wind tore at your skin. Your boots slipped in the mud and you caught yourself on one knee, scuffing it up and stumbling back to your feet without missing a beat.
“Help!” You heard the little girl scream again and it made you run faster.
I am coming! You wanted to shout it, but you were so close that you didn’t have the energy to waste on a word. You squinted through the rain and saw the dark shape disappear in the rain in front of you, hurrying down the muddy path that led toward the towering dark mansion on the hill.
“Help me!”
“No!” You took off down the path, your heart hammering and your lungs screaming for air as you ran as hard as you could.
“Y/N! Wait!” You heard the voices behind you but you didn’t slow down.
You burst through the front door with a grunt and the instant you were out of the rain you could hardly see. You raised your gun, the dark surrounding you.
“I know you are here!” You shouted, your voice echoing in the mansions dark halls. The creature was here, you knew it, you could feel it, dark and heavy in the silence. And all you could think was that you had to save the little girl.
You pushed your wet hair out of your face and took a step deeper into the dark.
“Y/N…”
You whipped to the side as the dark, raspy voice echoed in the dark beside you. “I see you...I know what you are afraid of…”
You whipped around the corner just as a black, clawed hand reached out and snatched you by the throat. You let out the start of a scream, but the sound was cut off when the hand closed your windpipe. You let out a grunt as the shadowy figure lifted you feet off the ground, your boots dangling uselessly. Your hands flew up to grab the wrists, clawing frantically but the skin was hot as coals against your fingertips. You whimpered in panic as the figure leaned close, too dark for you to see anything except for those two silver orbs of eyes inches in front of your own, unearthly and focused on your soul.
“I know what you fear the most…Y/N.”
You struggled in the grip of the monster as it turned your head to the side. For a moment, you had no idea what you were looking at, and then you saw a tall figure step out of the shadows. It took you a moment to recognise the broad shoulders and bow-legs in the dark. “D-Dean?” You ground out, your voice nothing more than a whisper.
Dean looked up, and the tiniest glow of light touched his face, lighting his green eyes. They were locked on you, teary and sincere. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”
“Dean!” You clawed at the hand around your throat, kicking and coughing in desperation, struggling to get away.
“Y/N...”You felt the hot rancid breath of the creature on your face as you could only watch helplessly as Dean was thrown backwards into the dark with a soft thud. “Dean!” THe next moment you heard the rip of flesh and fabric as his entire body was torn down the middle by a huge, unseen spire.
“No!”
“Y/N!”
You woke up with a jolt, swinging a fist upward as hard as you could until it connected with something solid above you.
“Ow! Son of a BITCH!”
You felt a huge weight leave your body and you looked up in the dark to see a huge shape fall off the end of your bed. You lurched for the light at the side of your bed and flipped it on with a gasp. Dean let out a hiss of pain, holding his nose with one hand as he blinked up at you against the light.
“Dean? What the hell?!”
“What?!” He shot back just as loudly, jumping to his feet beside your bed, still touching his nose delicately. “You punched me in the face!”
Instantly you felt a wave of guilt and relief simultaneously wash over you. “Whoops.” You grabbed your hand and felt the throb in your knuckles. “Sorry.”
“Damn, Y/N…” Dean stood next to you and checked to see if his nose was bleeding.
“Maybe you shouldn’t shake me awake next time.” You snapped, climbing out of bed.
Dean let out a grumble, sitting next to you on the bed. “What was I supposed to do, let you lay there and cry in your sleep?”
You flushed and grabbed a drink from the faucet in the bathroom of the shitty motel you were staying in, trying to calm yourself. You glanced up at your reflection in the dirty mirror. You had to admit, you normally weren’t a huge fan of your appearance, but after the week and a half you and the boys had gone through with that Wendigo hunt, you looked even worse than usual, dark rings under your eyes, a line of healing scratches on your forehead and cheek and two long bruises on your throat where the monster had grabbed you.
“Hey…” You blinked up at Dean’s soft voice, as he stepped behind you out of the dark, his green eyes intent on yours in the mirror. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah…” You let out a sorry excuse for a laugh, your smile tired. “It was just a dream.”
Dean kept looking at you, coming up behind you until he was close enough for you to feel the heat of his body behind you. You swallowed hard and looked away splashing water onto your face to move your attention away from how tall he loomed over you in the bathroom, his breathing soft and steady behind you.
“Want to talk about it?”
You let out a soft breath, ready to shake off his compassion. He always was so quick to be at your side when you faced even the smallest inconvenience, and if you were honest, nightmares were not a stranger to either of you. He was your best friend after all, so it was not out of the ordinary for the two of you to sit awake on some nights with the lights on just to keep each other company and forget about the terrors of the night.
“Where’s Sam?” You asked, changing the topic.
You and the boys had a deal that you would switch off whoever had to share the bed every night out on a hunt. You and Dean had been the unlucky ones this time, but you did notice that the other bed was completely empty. Well, if you would call it unlucky. In fact, a part of you loved sleeping next to Dean. God knows it was the closest you ever would get to him.
The number of nights you would lie awake next to him, staring at the ceiling until you heard his soft snores fill the room next to you were too numerous to count. But you always loved how warm and safe you felt with him just inches away from you. Some nights you’d even turn in the middle of the night and just stare at him. He always looked so tense and angry when he was awake, but when he slept, all those angry thin lines carved into his brow would disappear and he’d even smile a tiny bit, completely relaxed in his sleep. It was a side of Dean that most people would never see.
“He went out for a jog. I guess he’s still a little on edge from that hunt.”
“We all are…” You sighed, running a hand through your sleep-battered hair. “What time is it?”
“Almost 8.”
“Jeez it’s late.” You turned to him with a tired smile. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
“Because, you have a tendency to punch people in the face when they try.” Dean scoffed coming a few steps closer to stand next to you and examine himself in the mirror beside you. His hip bumped yours and you flushed, looking up at the two figures in your mirror.
Damn, how could one person be so attractive at all times? His hair was standing up at every angle from sleep and he had a long gash across his forehead and a bruise on his jaw but he still looked like he belonged on a JamesBond movie set. Your eyes flickered between the two of you and you felt yourself deflate at how the pair of you didn’t look like you belonged together. Different leagues.
You sighed and turned to him with a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry, okay? Let me see.”
Dean smirked as you turned and took his face in your hands and examined his nose delicately. He let out a tiny puff of a breath as your fingers ran lightly over the bruise on his jaw. “Sorry.”
You mumbled, and he stilled under your touch, his breathing slowing. You tsked softly and let him go. “You’re fine.”
“You aren’t too bad yourself.” Dean grinned widely at you and you rolled your eyes.
“Funny.” You hummed turning back to the sink to pull your hair up into a messy bun.
Dean chuckled and then you saw his eyes flicker up to yours in the mirror. “Are you alright?”
You looked down at your hand. “I mean my knuckles hurt a bit but--”
“I mean about your dream.”
You hesitated and took a deep breath. Dean was quick to take your dreams seriously. Both of the brothers were to be honest, too many of your dreams had been premonitions of the future for them to ignore any. You used to believe you were a bit of a prophet, but now you just thought that your dreams were a way of discerning spirits. It was one of the gifts you had that made hunting with the boys easier.
“I…” You turned and looked at Dean for a moment, and the vision you had of him, run through by a huge spike ran through your mind, sending chills down your spine. “I think we need to take a break.”
Dean narrowed his eyes. “What did you see?”
You almost said it, “I saw you die,” but at the last moment you shook your head. There was no need to scare him, especially since you had just wrapped up an entire week-long hunt. “I just think we need to stop hunting, just for a little bit. I can’t sleep anymore.”
Dean’s face changed, his features softening. “Okay. I think I can talk Sam into a mini vacation.”
You cast him a tired smile. “Really?”
Dean narrowed his eyes for a moment. “Well, actually, you should tell him, he’s more likely to listen to you.”
You let out a soft laugh and you felt your heart tug at how your voice still shook a little too much. Damn nightmares…
“Hey, come here.”
You looked up to see Dean opening his arms to you, his green eyes soft. You let out a soft breath and stepped into his chest, holding him tight. As you buried your nose against his chest, he wrapped his arms around you,breathing into your hair. You listened to the sound of his heart beating in his chest.
“It’s alright.” Was all he said, and it was enough. You closed your eyes and just stood there, holding each other in the dark of the room..
“I don’t know why…” You murmured softly, “But I am scared.”
“Of what?” Dean asked.
“I don’t know. I just have a bad feeling that something is going to happen and…” You shook your head. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll lose you and Sam.” Your voice came out more strangled than you anticipated and you had to swallow hard to just keep yourself from crying.
“Hey now, come on…” Dean’s fingers moved and you felt them under your jaw tilting your head up so you had to look up at him. He gave you a sweet smile, an expression that he reserved only for you. “Sam and I can take care of ourselves.”
You blinked up at him, unable to speak. “You’re my best friend, Dean.”
“You’re mine too, sweetheart.” Dean’s smile softened and his eyes flickered over your face. “We’ve got each other. Nothing’s ever gonna change that.”
You didn’t mean to, but your lips fell open in a soft sigh of relief. He was right. You had each other. Always, and no force of heaven or hell could take that away.
You looked up into his eyes, green pools of warmth that you could float inside of for all of eternity if he let you.
Suddenly you felt how close you were, where his hand was resting on the curve of your hip and your heartbeat jumped into your throat. He was so close that you could smell the scent of his aftershave mixing with the mint of his toothpaste. You hoped he couldn’t see you blush.
Dean’s gaze flickered, and for a moment you thought rested on your lips. Your heart was beating so loud you were sure he could hear it. He was so close but you couldn’t help it...you wanted him closer still. You felt yourself leaning forward just a tiny bit, his fingertips tracing the skin of your jawline, coming up close to your lips. Your heart was beating so fast that you could barely breathe as you felt pulled closer and closer into his warm chest, his fingers spreading across your back, pulling you towards him as your eyes flickered closed.
“Hey guys!” The sound of the door swinging open made you jump in surprise, almost helping out loud.
Dean pulled back, rolling his eyes so hard that his head literally whipped around at his younger brother as he stood in the doorway. “Come on, Sammy. You gotta be kidding me!” Dean grunted, scooting a few inches away from you on the bed. You chuckled to yourself, struggling to calm your thundering heart as the blush slowly worked its way off your face.
Thank God for Sammy, always bursting in at just the right time before you could say or do anything you might regret. You tucked a strand of hair back behind your ear as you looked back up at Sam, who just quirked his eyebrows at the two of you.
“Am I interrupting something?” Sam shot at his brother. He didn’t even flinch as Dean crumpled up his paper cup from the side table and tossed it at Sam’s head, missing by a few inches before it bounced off the back wall. “Mature.”
You almost laughed too loud at Sam’s question. You and Dean had always only been just friends. Now, there was a certain level of sexual tension, you had to admit, but that was because he was Dean Winchester. The man just oozed sex. The fact that you flirted every once in a while had nothing to do with the fact that you secretly adored him; it was just because you were a woman and he was Dean. Everyone had that same spark with him. The only difference was that you had been traveling together for almost a year now, hunting with the boys had become a regular part of your life. You may just be one of the billions of women attracted to Dean, but you were the only one who could say that he was your best friend.
“What’s up, Sam?” You asked, sitting up and pulling your hair into a messy bun,
“Well…” Sam sat on the end of your bed between you and Dean with his laptop open and you heard Dean grumble out loud as his brother bumped his shoulder.
“Sammy, I swear to god, if you are about to send us on another hunt I am gonna punch you in the eye.”
Sam let out a sigh and cast you a quick glance. You attempted a small smile but you had to admit you were glad Dean had jumped the gun on this one. He did take your concern to heart you had to give him credit.
“Look, I know we’re all tired…”
“Good, end of discussion.” Dean got up and sauntered to the duffle bag he had tossed to the corner of the hotel room and dug out your shared bottle of Tennessee Honey.
You and Sam watched him sulk away before you cast a quick look at Sam’s laptop. “What did you find?”
Sam gave you a sympathetic smile and you snuggled closer to him, reading over his shoulder. “It may be nothing, but I wanted to run this by you.” He turned the laptop toward you and you narrowed your eyes at the flashing headline.
“Woah…”
“Yeah. The media is all over this case.”
You looked at the report. “Ghost Terrorizes Family in Old Farmhouse.”
“Pfft.” Beside you, Dean flopped down with a groan of annoyance on the other bed, taking a quick swig of the whiskey. “Look, if they’re writing newspaper articles about it, then its not a real ghost.”
“But, get this.” You read the bold words on the laptop before Sam scrolled down and clicked a link.
At first it was a silent recording. Then an adult man spoke. “Is anybody there who wishes to communicate?”
You sat quietly next to Sam as the recording bussed quietly for a moment. Dean took another drink, uninterested. Suddenly the voice spoke again, “Jane, are you alright?”
There was a soft growl, like an animal growing agitated and then a soft voice, the voice of an old man came out of the silence, raspy and cold. “Jane’s not here right now. She’s asleep and I am talking.”
The voice sounded like a creature that had crawled out of a grave and still had gravel stuck in his throat.
You heard the reporter clear his throat uncomfortably. “What is your name then?”
“You…” The sickly old man voice spat out soft and slow, “don’t belong here.”
“What is your name?” The reporter asked, his own voice quaking a bit. You narrowed your eyes at the sound of discomfort in the man’s voice. “My name is Edward Bla--”
“Eddie Blake.” The old voice rasped out, cutting the reporter off with a savage chuckle. “I know who you are.”
“Well, then what do we call you?” Edward Blake asked, his voice quiet.
“Get out of my house!” The old man’s voice suddenly shouted.
It made you flinch and Dean turned on his own bed, shooting you both a confused look. He squinted up his lips and shook his head, “Touchy old shit, am I right?” He shot you a dorky smile, waiting for you to laugh but you just rolled your eyes.
“What is your name?” The reporter asked.
There was silence for a moment, and then, “Knock knock.”
“Very well, who’s there?”
“Bill...Bill...BILL.”
“Bill who?”
You and the boys sat very quiet, the recording was still except for static air. “My name is Bill Wilkens. And I am seventy-two years old.”
The recording cut off after that and Sam sat back.
“He sounds so confused.” You mumbled. “Is he senile?”
“Who do you think was speaking in that recording?” Sam asked.
Dean shrugged. “I don’t know, a delirious old man? Gollum maybe.”
“That voice was coming out of an eleven year old girl...”
You looked up instantly, your heart stuttering in your chest. Something about that sent chills down your spine. You glanced over to Dean but he was staring at the floor, thinking.
“Apparently, they tried to get the church involved and a priest was sent to urgent care. After that the case became a media frenzy. ”
You raised a hand to your lips in shock.
Dean let out a soft sigh. “What do you want us to do, Sam?”
Sam let out a soft sigh before he cast his brother a sympathetic glance. “Look, I don’t think it's anything. I think it’s just a publicity stunt, the local papers are all over it, the house is basically a tourist trap. But, I think we should just check it out, just to be safe.”
“Sam, it really doesn’t sound like anything but a good ventriloquist act.” You mumbled softly.
“I thought so at first. But the thing is, this mother...she called Jody.”
That made all of you stop. Dean sat up a little straighter. Sam shrugged, “Apparently they are looking for help and she did some digging and heard of us.”
“That’s impossible.” Dean snorted. “No one’s ever heard of us.” He said, pointing between the three of you.
“Jody said we better check this case out. Despite what the papers are writing about, this family is really scared.”
You shot Dean a quick look. He was already staring at you. Part of you already knew that your argument from the morning didn’t stand a chance. You and the boys were never ones to shy away from a family in need, despite how scared you were deep down.
You let out a soft breath. “When should we head out?”
You saw Dean stare at you but you didn’t look at him.
Sam shrugged and handed his laptop to Dean so that the older brother could scroll through the article. “Look, it’s probably nothing, but I just think we should give it a quick sweep through. Just to be sure. If it’s nothing we’ll turn around and go straight back to the bunker. But if it’s not...then there is a family out there who desperately needs our help.”
“You have got to be kidding me.” Dean’s voice was tight as he tried to hold a smirk at bay.
You let out a scoff and rolled your eyes, strutting forward into the living room with a wicked grin on your face. “I look good, don’t I?” You purred.
You looked over at Sam and Dean who were sitting at the kitchen table. Dean looked you up and down before he let out a snorting laugh. “Are you serious right now?”
Sam let out a laugh before you shot him a look, and he swallowed, his eyes widening in innocence. “Sorry.”
You frowned, looking down at your costume. It was a cute red and white polka-dotted dress, your hair was pulled back by a huge red bow and you frowned down at your white gloves as you twiddled your thumbs uncomfortably. You had felt really cute until now…
“Oh my gosh, you ARE serious.” Dean let out a snort of laughter before he turned away to hide a smile.
You looked down at your costume. “What’s wrong with it?”
“What are you supposed to be?” You felt a little blush rush to your cheeks as Sam tried to speak up without chuckling.
You spread your arms and spun around with a frown. “Oh come on. I wore this in college. I’m a mouse.”
“Haha.” Dean let out a sarcastic laugh, rolling his eyes. “If you are going to use Mean Girls as justification, you need to at least look the part.”
You frowned down at your Minnie Mouse costume as Sam let out a snort of amusement, raising his eyebrows at his brother. “Did you just reference Mean Girls—?”
“That movie is a legend, Sam.” Dean interrupted before Sam could finish his accusation. “And don’t act like you didn’t have the biggest crush on Cady, either. I still have that fan mail that you wanted to send to her, so shut up.”
Sam let out a chuckle before he returned to his research, burying his nose in his laptop with a hopeless shake of his head.
You looked down at your clunky black shoes with a renewed frown on your face. You heard Dean step up to you and you looked up with a frown. “Is it really that bad?” You mumbled.
Dean frowned, looking you over for a moment before letting out a short, “Yeah, it is.”
You let out a groan of wariness. “Well, this is the only costume I’ve got.”
Dean let out a scoff, shooting you a quick look of disapproval. “Well, you aren’t going to the party dressed like that.”
“Do we have to go?” You let out an easy chuckle and Dean laughed.
“Yeah, we do. Halloween is basically our one day of the year we are guaranteed to be on call. Best to be at the parties to stop anything before it happens.”
You rolled your eyes and turned away to look in the mirror over the counter top, frowning at your dorky costume. “Right, Dean. As if you aren’t only concerned with seeing college girls in tight little skirts.”
Dean shrugged, smirking handsomely behind you. “I mean, this job does have its perks…”
You shook your head hopelessly. “I’ll give you points for honesty.”
“Look, Y/N, the point of a costume is to blend into the college scene, not stand out like a math geek in the Splastics.”
You shot him a look of disapproval.
“Too soon?”
“Dean.” Sam’s voice was low and annoyed. He shot his brother a look. “Enough with the movie references.”
“Okay, okay.” You laughed as Dean waved his brother off with a grin. “Here.” You blinked in surprise as Dean held out a credit card under your nose. “Go and get yourself something pretty.”
“Wh-what?”
Dean rolled his eyes and shoved the card into your hand and pushed you to the door. “If you expect Sam and me to play dress up tonight, you need to get a better costume.”
“You mean you want me to dress up like a prostitute?” You droned as Dean pushed you to the door.
“No!” Dean answered, a little too quickly. You cocked an eyebrow at him and a slow smirk spread across his lips. “Just…just try to find something better than…that.”
You stopped, looking down at your red and white polka dot dress, turning over the card in your hand contemplatively. You looked up skeptically, meeting Dean’s green eyes. “You guys are really going to dress up for this party?”
“We don’t have a choice.” Sam spoke up from his seat at the table. “Don’t worry, I’m not thrilled about it either.”
“Shut up, yes you are.” Dean smiled knowingly at his brother. Sam looked away shaking his head. You looked back to Dean. He gave you a push out the door. “Just, get something cool. And be back by six.”
You opened your mouth to complain, but Dean didn’t give you a chance to continue. “Happy Halloween, Y/N.” Before you could stop him, he shut the door in your face, leaving you outside. You looked down at the credit card in your hand. You frowned, letting out a sigh of disapproval before you pulled your car keys out of your pocket.
You turned and headed begrudgingly for your car, pulling the big red bow off your head with a frown as you slipped the card into your pocket.
“Happy Halloween…”
* * * * *
“Hmmm.” You pulled the Donald Trump mask off the display with a thoughtful grin, turning the disgusting mask over in your hand.
“What are you doing?”
You jumped in surprise, letting out a screech of shock as a low, raspy voice whispered hauntingly in your ear. You wheeled around in fright only to smack the rubber mask straight across Castiel’s frowning face.
“Oh my gosh, Cas!” You stepped back a few paces to regain your composure. “How many times do I have to say it; don’t jump out at me like that.”
“My apologies.” Cas rumbled sweetly, cocking his head to one side as he looked over the costume section of the Halloween store around you. He gestured to the mask in your hand. “What is that?”
“Oh.” You lifted the mask up and let out a sheepish chuckle. “I was just looking for a costume for a party tonight.”
Cas narrowed his eyes quizzically at the mask. “So you decided upon this?”
You smiled as Castiel took the mask gently from your hands. He looked the rubber face over for a moment before he nodded. “I approve of this form of terror. The face is quite disturbing.”
You let out a laugh. “You got that right.”
“Why are you looking for a costume?” Castiel asked as you put the Trump mask back on the hanger.
“A party. Dean thinks I need a better outfit if I’m going to go unnoticed by the other people.” You smiled. “Actually, you should come too. The boys are afraid someone’s going to try to open a portal to hell tonight or something.”
“I’m sure precautionary measures should be taken.” Cas admitted gruffly as he looked at a Saw mask a few feet away, his crystal blue eyes narrowed in puzzlement. “Halloween is a foothold for demonic beings to gain control of vessels. It is an evil holiday.”
You smirked at his serious tone. He was always so serious. “Not all of it is bad, Cas. I mean there is candy and dressing up and amazing movies and ghost stories and candy…”
Castiel paused, a slow smile spreading across his handsome face. “You said candy twice.”
You scoffed. “I know, it’s twice as important.”
Castiel shook his head, hiding a playful smile on his face. You felt a familiar tug in your chest as he let out a low, quiet laugh, his eyes crinkling around the edges. You suddenly really hoped he would join you and the Winchesters, you always did. He was just…something else. You felt heat rush to your cheeks and you turned away.
“You should come.” You repeated softly, trying to keep the grin out of your voice.
Cas smiled at you, his blue eyes burning into yours. “I’m not exactly one for parties.”
“Oh, come on, Cas.” You grinned, pulling his hand and dragging him to the wall of costumes. “It would be fun!”
Castiel frowned up at the wall. There was a tense moment of silence. Finally Cas spoke, his words careful and slow. “Would I get to wear a costume, too?”
You grinned excitedly and turned to the wall of costumes before the pair of you, tapping your chin thoughtfully. “Oh, this is going to be fun…”
* * * * *
“Bend over; I don’t want to get this stuff on my clothes.” You giggled as you shook a can of green hairspray paint in your hand.
Castiel shot you a look of uncertainty. “Are you sure that this will look alright? I do not think green hair is very natural.”
You rolled your eyes as you opened the lid with a scoff. “That’s the point of Halloween, Cas. It’s supposed to look Supernatural. But for the record, this is going to look absolutely amazing.”
You sprayed the green all over his lovely black hair, tussling the locks carefully until his entire head was a shade of emerald green. You tried not to enjoy the feeling of his hair through your fingers too much as you worked.
When you were finished, Cas sat up and you looked him over with a smile. You had finished his makeup outside the bunker, enjoying the last few hours of sunlight before finishing off his look with green hair. You took a step back and smiled. “Not bad. Not bad at all.” You admitted as Cas looked himself over shyly.
He was decked out, head to toe in one of the best Joker costumes you had found. Honestly, he looked great. Really, really…great.
He looked up to you and you could hardly breathe when he let out a soft rumble. “You look beautiful .”
You shook your head to hide a blush that crept onto your face. Under the white, pink and blue makeup you were sure he couldn’t see, but that didn’t matter. He always made you act like a giddy little school girl anyway. What could you say? He was an angel.
“Come on, Dean and Sam are waiting for us.” You grabbed Cas by the sleeve of his purple jacket and yanked him toward the bunker door.
You opened the door and dragged Castiel with you. “Hey boys! I’m back!”
“About time!” You heard Dean yell form the bathroom, as Sam shouted over him, “Dean’s been in the bathroom doing his makeup for the past hour.”
“Shut up, bitch!”
“Jerk!”
You rounded the corner and found Sam sitting at the kitchen table, putting down his book before he caught your eye. His eyebrows lifted in surprise and his lips parted in a faint smile of admiration. “Wow.”
You grinned as he stared and twirled around quickly. “Don’t I look good, puddin’?” You smiled widely as you scampered over to the younger Winchester.
“Yeah, that looks amazing…”
You giggled and threw yourself into Sam’s lap, fondling his face teasingly. What could you say; the costume was affecting your confidence for the better. Harley Quin may have been the most popular, over-done costume this Halloween, but at least Dean couldn’t give you crap for not looking “sexy” enough for a college party. “Wait until you see Cas.”
Sam frowned. “Wait, Cas?!” He turned and tried to look over your shoulder. “Where did you find him?”
“He’s taking a break from fighting heaven’s wars for tonight.” You let out a cheerful giggle. “Come on out, Cas!”
Sam’s eyes widened in disbelief when he saw Castiel emerge from down the hall. “Oh my gosh!” He let out a laugh and through back his clapping his hands together in joy. “That’s amazing!”
“Who knew he cleaned up so well, am I right?” You laughed, patting Sam on the head playfully.
Sam laughed and pulled his head back from your teasing caresses, laughing softly. “Don’t smear off my makeup.”
You narrowed your eyes playfully. “Awe come on, it’s already smeared.” You leaned back, looking him over. “What are you even supposed to be?”
Sam frowned and spread his arms in petition. “Bucky!”
You frowned and he let out a sigh of exasperation, pulling the black leather jacket tighter around his body. “Bucky Barnes; you know, Captain America?”
Your eyes widened as you let out a little laugh. “Oh! I get it.” You turned toward the bathroom, swiveling on Sam’s lap. “Does that mean Dean is…”
“Steve Rogers, at your service, ma’am.”
You covered your mouth with your hand to suppress a laugh as Dean emerged from the bathroom, dressed head to toe in a vibrant Captain America costume. He stepped up and took your hand before you could protest and placed a gentlemanly kiss on your skin before he smirked at you. “Harley Quin? Now that’s more like it.”
Sam let out a laugh and stood up to put his book away as Dean looked you over with lusty eyes. “You look fantastic.”
“So do you.” You chuckled.
Dean waggled his eyebrows flirtatiously and sauntered just a tiny bit closer. “What do you say you and I do a little fondue tonight after the party, miss?”
You glanced over Dean’s shoulder to where Cas was staring at you from the shadows. He looked absolutely terrifying with that Joker make-up on and his face set in a straight, stone look. You blinked at him then looked back at Dean. “I’d love to, but I’m not sure what Mr. J would say about that.”
Castiel took a few steps forward, just behind Dean, his pale blue gaze locked on you quizzically as you ran your hands teasingly along Dean’s chest.
“Oh, come on, Miss Quinzel…” Dean purred in a semi-mock tone, his eyes taking in your costume fully. “What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.”
“It’s not him I’m worried about.” You teased with a sexy grin. “But only because you asked so nicely…” You turned to look at Cas over Dean’s oblivious shoulder. “Puddin’, do you mind if I fondue with Captain America tonight?”
Dean narrowed his eyes in puzzlement and turned. “Puddin’?” He only managed to turn half an inch before he came face to face with a frowning Joker, glaring at him with piercing blue eyes. He let out a half-yelp before he stumbled back a step out of your arms. You and Sam let out little laughs at Dean’s surprise as he groaned, looking away in annoyance.
“Son of a bitch, Cas!” Dean cast him a skeptically wary look as he took in Castiel’s costume. “You need to learn how to smile if you are going to sneak up on people like that.”
Castiel frowned at the distressed look on dean’s face. “Why are you so serious?” Castiel rumbled lowly and you let out a loud laugh
Sam shook his head in disbelief. “I’ll take that as a no to the fondue then, Dean.” He said with a laugh.
You grinned widely, linking Castiel’s arm in yours. “I wouldn’t take it too personally, sir.” You turned, leading Cas toward the door with a smile on your bright red lips. “Besides, Marvel and DC aren’t exactly on speaking terms.”
Dean looked at you both for a long second before you gestured to the door. “Can we please go to the party now?”
Dean frowned to himself before he picked up his keys. “I have a feeling that I’m going to regret making you dress up before the night is over.”
You shot him a devilish grin before you and Cas headed out the door to the impala, leaving Sam and Dean to follow.
“You know, she should have dressed him up as the Hulk instead. Or someone who isn’t supposed to be smiling all the time.” Dean growled to his brother.
Sam stared after you for a moment. “Yeah,” he shot his brother a knowing look. “But they do look good, you have to admit.” When dean stayed silent, Sam smiled. “For once, you aren’t the best dressed in the group.”
Dean frowned and looked up at his brother before he let out a scoff. “Shut up.”
Sam let out a low chuckle as Dean pushed past him and then followed him out the door for the party.
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Prompt : based on the song Shape of You by Ed Sheeran. Castiel has been an angel for thousands of eons, having a real vessel is still a little new to him. Not only that, but he has never taken the real opportunity to admire other human’s vessels. When he notices you for the first time, his reaction leads to a pleasant experience for the both of you. (not my gif)
“Oh come on, one more round on me!”
You let out a happy laugh as Dean lifted his now empty shot glass at you. “I think you’ve had enough for one night, Winchester.”
“Nnnope.” Dean drew out his denial with a sloppy grin, setting down his shot glass rather roughly. He wiggled his brows at you, a flirtatious gleam in his green eyes. “I am just getting started.” He turned away from you with an attempt at a charismatic smirk at a hot bartender that sauntered by.
You shook your head hopelessly. You were a bit tipsy yourself, but even in that state you had to admit Dean’s sloppy charisma was still way sexier than most sober men’s.
You looked down at your drink with a blushing smile. The alcohol was burning down in the pit of your chest, making your vision just a tiny bit fuzzy and your fingers just a tiny bit tingly. You looked to Sam for some help, but the younger Winchester was even sloppier than his older brother. Sam tended to avoid drinking on the usual occasion, therefore when he tried to keep up with his brother, he ended up the way he was now, giggling uncontrollably as he laughed with a guy and two girls at the bar a few seats away from you.
You looked around. This bar was one of your usual spots, and it wasn’t so bad, honestly. It was a good place to hang out with the gang on a good day, and after a successful salt and burn yesterday, you and the Winchesters found its glowing neon sign a little hard to resist on the drive back to the motel.
You looked around. The place was packed, and considering it was the only bar in the small town, you weren’t surprised. The air seemed thick with sexual tension and you smirked as you took in the ratio of men to women.
There were bodies everywhere.
A few men were struggling to talk their way into a booth with three younger women behind you, and by the door two other guys were starting to raise their voices as a girl struggled to stop the fight before it started. You turned to the left and stopped when you saw a young man and woman in the far corner, kissing. You tilted your head to the side as you watched them; the man wrapping his hand around her waist pulling her to his hips, his mouth open and passionate on her lips, his other hand tangling in her loose curls. She had her fists knotted in his collar, her neck strained to the side to kiss him back with equal fervor.
You felt a tiny blossom of heat tickle in your ribcage as you watched them kiss for a minute, your fingers tapping on the rim of your bottle.
You hadn’t ever really thought about how intimate a bar could be. In the end, it was better than the club. You looked away as the man’s hands began to roam down the woman’s chest, feeling blush rise to your cheeks for staring. In a bar, people were somehow more approachable.
More welcoming.
You let out a gasp as a man staggered into you with an apologetic smile before he kept walking toward the restrooms. You pushed your hair behind your ear with hot cheeks, trying to hide a smile.
People were more human.
You felt a familiar tingle run down your spine and you turned your head.
Blue eyes were watching you from across the room. You smiled, feeling your heart stutter in your chest. You hopped down from your barstool and headed toward the other end of the bar. You made your way up to the trench-coated figure sitting by himself on the far end of the room, trying to hold his blue gaze as you moved toward him.
The moment he realized you had caught him staring, the blue eyes shot downward.
You almost laughed at the absurdity of it all.
You stopped a few feet away from the body at the end of the bar. “Hey, Cas.” Your tongue felt a little heavy in your mouth, but it wasn’t a bad feeling. Your face felt hot, but you didn’t mind.
Castiel didn’t react instantly to your voice. Instead he stared down at the beer that Dean had bought for him when he first arrived. He shifted and slowly dragged his dazzling blue gaze up to yours. “Hello.”
You smiled, trying to hold back a giggle at his serious tone. You gestured to the empty stool next to his. “Mind if I join you?”
Cas stiffened a tiny bit. “No.”
You almost laughed then. “Cas…” Your tone made him look up and into your eyes. You threw back your head with a light laugh. “Why are you always so serious?”
Castiel stared into your eyes for a long moment. You both smiled at the same time, and you had to look away to stifle a giggle. “I am not always serious.” He mumbled, smiling sheepishly down at his drink.
You reached out and lightly tugged his arm, smiling at him with a soft expression. “Are you having fun?”
There was a pause.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
You looked him over. Maybe it was because you had taken one too many sips of your drink, maybe it was the song that just started to play through the joint, or maybe it was just him, but Castiel seemed to glow in that light. Literally. He was glowing.
You cocked your head to one side, looking at him.
He was something else. You had never met another man who captivated you so entirely as he did. It had to be his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes. Maybe it was his body. He had an incredible one, you had to admit. He was gorgeous, even though he was wrapped up into too many layers of clothes.
“What are you doing?”
You blinked, shaken from your day dreaming state by Castiel’s rough, low voice. Only then did you realize he had caught you staring. You cleared your throat and tried to take a drink to divert his attention, but this was Cas. He had the lazer-like focus, and now, all his attention was on your face, his face soft and curious.
“I…I was admiring your…face.” You let out a laugh as your words tumbled out uselessly as a wave of heat flushed to your face. You shook your head. “That sounded stupid.”
You blinked up to see Cas studying your face, his eyes softer than usual.
When he didn’t reply, you looked away, a little embarrassed. “What?”
His lips parted for a moment. “I—” He looked at you with his piercing gaze, his focus curious and contemplative. “I’ve never been told that before.”
You frowned. “Come on, Cas. I have only been hunting with you idiots for a few weeks, but that doesn’t mean I don’t notice how girls stare you down wherever you go.”
Castiel was still. “Girls stare?” He repeated softly, his blue eyes narrowed in confusion.
You blinked at him. “Uh, yeah.” You smirked when he stared at you, dumbfounded. “Wait, you mean to tell me you didn’t notice those girls at the door tonight either?”
Castiel swiveled on his seat to look at the two young women by the door, his eyes wide.
“Don’t look!” You snapped with a giggle, slapping him. He flinched, but his eyes went from confused to pleasant in a fraction of a second.
“They were?”
For a moment, you didn’t know how to respond to the angel. You would have laughed at him, had he not sounded so shocked. Finally you swallowed and shook your head with a smile at your shoes. “I mean, who wouldn’t? You’re hot.”
The moment the words left your lips you felt shock rush to the pit of your stomach with a pang. Shit. Did you seriously just say that?
“I mean…nothing.” You tried to save yourself, but it failed uselessly and you looked down at your drink, trying not to blush. When nothing happened, you dared to sneak a glance at Cas. You found him staring at you, his blue eyes deep and thoughtful and clearly taking in your features in slow precision.
“Why are you staring at me?” You hiccupped, feeling the heat in the pit of your stomach work into a bright red blush on your face.
There was a moment of silence as your eyes met Castiel’s. Finally his perfect lips parted and his voice fell from his chest, low, gruff and thick. “I’ve never looked at you before.”
Prompt : This is to celebrate Dean Winchester’s birthday tomorrow! I’m sending love his way, hope you all enjoy this! (not my gif)
You opened up the box of chocolate cake mix with a wide smile as you moved as quietly as you could around the kitchen. You brought up the plastic bag of powder to your eye level with a frown. You had baked before, but with all the time that Dean liked to spend in the kitchen, you never had the opportunity to cook as often as you were used to. When you used to hunt on your own, you would cook all the time. And yes, you would bake a cake just for yourself on those days because heck, no one was around to tell you no.
Plus, if you were honest, you had a bit of an addiction to chocolate. Alright, maybe a major addiction, but who didn’t like chocolate.
You tried to pry open the bag with your fingers for a moment before you nearly spilled the milk on the counter beside you. You let out a sigh and yanked on the plastic bag hard. You realized your mistake a second too late as the bag exploded and sent cocoa powder showering all over your torso.
You let out a soft cough, blinking in shock as you waved away the powder from the air around you. Most of it landed in the mixing bowl, so you shrugged it off. You brushed off your shirt and added a few eggs and water to the mix, doing your best to stay quiet. You stirred the cake batter quietly, casting a nervous glance upstairs when you heard the stairs creak. You waited, frozen in place until you were sure you were the only one awake. You went back to baking, casting a glance at the clock on the counter.
11:52
You grinned as you quickly poured the cake into a pan and set the timer for the required thirty minutes. You closed the oven door with a self-assuring smile as you stared for a second or two at your creation, praying that the scent of chocolate wouldn’t wake anybody up.
You smiled and tiptoed away from the kitchen to the living room. You sat down on the couch with a smile, looking over the half-wrapped gift that you had set down beside you earlier that night. You smiled and tied a quick bow on top of it before you ran a hand through your tussled hair.
You cast a glance upstairs.
Dean and Sam had just gotten back from a Salt and Burn that evening, and they had crashed the moment they made it through the door. Dean barely even managed to give you a smile before he was in his room fast asleep. Apparently the ghost had given him and Sam a run for their money. You hadn’t really minded that the encounter was brief. In fact, it gave you a head start on your plans for tomorrow.
You got up and headed back into the kitchen. You set to work on cleaning up the mess you had made. You were determined for tomorrow to be perfect. God knows Dean deserved it.
It was his birthday.
You almost giggled to yourself as you thought about it. Dean probably had totally forgotten about it himself. But then, it was your job to make sure he had a good day.
He was your best friend after all. Your fellow chocolate enthusiast. Your extremely attractive partner in crime…
You shook your head to clear it, feeling a blush work onto your lips. You always had to scold yourself for letting your mind wander like that. Dean wasn’t yours to get excited about. You looked over the mixing bowl and spoon. You smiled, looking around to make sure you were alone before you swiped your finger across the chocolate mix and popped it in your mouth.
“Mmm…” You murmured to yourself. “Not bad.”
“What’s not bad?”
You whipped around with a soft yelp, your arm whipping up to grab the fork as a weapon. As you went, your elbow hit the box and it flew across the kitchen and came to rest with a hollow thump at a pair of slipper-clad feet.
You looked up, your heart hammering, only to come face to face with Dean’s warm green eyes. You swallowed hard. “Whoops.”
Dean ran a hand through his sleep tussled hair, his eyes tired and blinking to adjust to the light, his nose scrunched up against the light, a slight smirk on his face as you looked over the state of the kitchen. “What are you doing, Y/N?”
You looked around rather helplessly for a moment, before you finally let out a sheepish sigh. “I was…baking?”
“Baking?” Dean echoed, rubbing his eyes tiredly as he bent over and picked up the cake-mix box from the floor and studied it for a moment. Slowly he looked up at you, his eyebrow cocked in a smirk. “A cake?”
You blinked slowly, trying not to smile in embarrassment. “Yeah.” You chuckled softly.
Dean stepped toward you and stopped beside you at the oven door. He leaned over and looked in the oven before he raised his eyebrows, impressed. “I thought I smelled something amazing.”
You let out a soft chuckle as he straightened back up, looking at you. Dean folded his arms, looking you over with a grin. “Not that I am opposed to a midnight snack or anything, but why are you baking at eleven at night?”
You hesitated and looked around. You turned back to Dean and for a moment you considered telling him of and sending him back to bed. But in the end, he basically had ruined the surprise for tomorrow, so you just bit the metaphorical bullet and let out a breathy laugh. “Well it was supposed to be a surprise, but I was making it for your birthday.”
Dean let out a scoff. “Really?”
You pursed your lips at him with a glare. “Yes.”
Dean laughed and looked away. “You’re cute.” You looked at him hard before he reached forward and ruffled your hair affectionately. You felt a tiny twinge of annoyance at the gesture. He said those type of things all the time, gentle reminders that you were stuck in the friend-zone.
Fueled by a new sense of irritation you turned away from him sharply and took the mixing bowl with you to the sink. “Fine. Be an ungrateful turd.” You shot him a savage look over your shoulder as he stared at you with a chuckle, his arms folded over his chest. “Geez, Dean, you seem to think that I made the cake only for your birthday.”
Dean snickered, leaning against the counter top, eyeing you. “You didn’t?”
“No.”
“But I thought you said—”
“Shut your pie-hole!” You cut him off, trying not to laugh as he smirked at you. “I happen to like chocolate cake; your birthday was just a valid excuse to finally make one.”
“Oh so you aren’t going to share it now?” Dean quirked arrogantly, and you stiffened, trying not to give him the satisfaction of seeing you smile.
You turned around to face him head on, cocking your head to the side smugly as you glared at him. “Nope.” You locked eyes with him as you swiped your finger against the cake batter to emphasize your point and stuck it in your mouth with a self-glorified smile.
Dean stared at you with a soft smirk on his face as you pulled your finger from your lips with a pleased hum.
“Don’t be a jerk next time.” You stuck your finger back in the bowl and shot him a look. “It’s delicious.”
You grinned up at Dean, expecting him to laugh. But he didn’t. His smile faded slightly and he took a step forward, his eyes looking over your face. You blinked, surprised at his change in tone. Had you said something? You and Dean always joked like this, it was strange for him not to have some smart-ass comeback ready.
You looked up into his green eyes for a heartbeat. It was long enough to unnerve you. He was so much taller than you, and he was staring at you. You felt heat rush to your cheeks and resorted to looking away. You raised your hand to your mouth to clean the chocolate off your finger, but as you moved with a sheepish laugh, Dean reached up and caught your wrist in his hand.
You flinched at how tight his grip on your arm was. You looked up, slightly alarmed. Dean’s eyes were already on yours, green and warm and intent. Your lips parted slightly, your heart hammering as you tried to figure out what he was about. “What?” You barely managed to get out the soft question before Dean closed the distance between you until his robe brushed against your bare knees. You had no time to react before he bent his head and brought your fingers up to his lips.
You felt your stomach tie in a knot as your heart exploded with the hammering like that of butterfly wings as Dean gently kissed the tips of your fingers before he pulled your index finger between his lips, sucking softly.
Your eyes flew wide in shock as you honestly didn’t know what to do. Dean let out a soft moan before he pulled back, running his tongue across his lips as he met your eyes for a fleeting moment. “You’re right.” He purred, his voice soft and low, rumbling through his chest. “Delicious…”
Prompt : Based on Arabella by the Arctic Monkeys. You and the boys had a case close to the West Coast, so you decide its time for you all to have a fun little vacation. A beach day with the boys turns into one you won’t forget as you and Dean spill some feels to each other. Happy Spring Break everybody! (Not my gif)
“Dean, come on!” You whined out loud, falling onto the motel mattress dramatically. Your hair fell into your face and you pushed it back from your forehead with a huff of indignation. “You’ve been in there for hours!”
“I’m coming,” Dean snapped from the restroom.
Sam was sitting on the chair in the corner of the room, his nose buried in the book you had given him for his birthday. You had to admit, the younger Winchester looked really good in that light, only in swim trunks, his abs sculpted perfectly like he was some statue or something.
Sam cast you a skeptical look at your words. “It’s been five minutes, Y/N. Give him a break.”
“But I want to go!”
“What are you, five?” You heard Dean shout from the bathroom. You rolled your eyes.
“Back me up here, Sam.”
Sam let out a soft sigh. “Don’t drag me into your little flirt fest, Y/N.”
You sat up with a scowl. “Flirt fest—?”
Sam shook his head and squinted as he recollected his words. “Not a word. You both are grossly into each other and I’m too tired to think.”
You sprang up from your perch and settled yourself between Sam’s open knees teasingly. “I am not flirting with him. Besides, you have no one to blame for you being tired except for you.”
Sam rolled his eyes and pushed you away with a laugh. “Not my fault that Dean jumped on every case I brought up this month.”
You laughed. “We literally had no time to breathe between cases, and I blame you!” Sam cocked an eyebrow at you and you stuck out your tongue at him.
Just then the door to the crusty motel room swung open and Dean spun out, his arms spread as he shot both you and Sam a look of expectance. You snickered at the sunscreen that he had splayed all over his nose and shoulders and Sam chuckled. “How do I look?”
You giggled as Dean flexed for you, over-dramatizing the poses. Sam rolled his eyes. “Save it for the college girls, Dean.”
Dean shot his brother a look. “Sammy, this is not about the girls, this is about the Pacific ocean.”
You kind of felt your chest deflate a little bit at Sam’s comment. Yes, you finally had the chance to see the Pacific ocean, since all the cases you had taken this March had been in Arizona and Nevada, even Oregon. But it was also the time of year when thousands of horny college students flooded to the beaches and cities for spring break.
You kind of wished that the timing had been a tiny bit more convenient for you. You were in your favorite bikini, a nice silver one that your best friend had insisted look amazing on you, and yet there would be hundreds of hot girls roaming the beaches with you and Dean and Sam.
And everyone knew, Dean was a girl magnet.
“What’s with that pout, Y/N?” Dean’s voice shook you from your thoughts and you plastered a smile back onto your face.
“She’s just tired of sitting in this motel room.” Sam offered and Dean shot you a look.
“Awe, poor baby.”
You narrowed your eyes at him and stood up, standing in front of him indignantly. “I’m just mad you take so long to put on pants!”
You stuck out your bottom lip and Dean’s eyes focused on your mouth, a playful smirk on his perfect lips. “Look at that lip, gotta get it.”
You took a step back, suppressing the urge to shiver at his words. “Good try, but I know all the Buffy quotes that you do. Not gonna work on me.”
“Damn…” Dean let out a soft laugh and looked away and you felt a blush creep up your neck as the spell of the moment was broken and suddenly you were so close to him. He grabbed a motel towel and turned to the door. “Alright, smart ass, you ready or what?”
You grinned happily, taking your own towel as you followed Sam and Dean out of the motel room, locking the door behind you.
You stood still, the warm, bright sunshine causing you to raise a hand to shield your eyes. “Wow.”
Dean was standing next to you, his body radiating a soft heat against your skin. Sam let out a low whistle on your other side, his eyes focused on the sight before all of you.
There it was, wide and blue and beautiful. The Pacific Ocean.
“Beautiful.” Dean murmured beside you.
“Yeah…” You turned to look up at the eldest Winchester, only to find him looking not at the sea, but at two college-aged blonde girls that were sauntering past. You felt your heart twist in annoyance and hurt but you put on an aggravated smile and punched him in the stomach. “Ass!”
He chuckled and grabbed your hands to keep you from striking him again. You tried to twist out of his hands but he pulled on your arms, tucking you into a tight hug, pinning your arms to your chest. You growled against his arms, but you felt his chuckle rumble through his chest.
You knew he was just being a jerk, but you felt so good in his arms. Why did it feel so damn good if it wasn’t what you were supposed to want?
“Well, its official,” Sam said softly, mainly to himself you realized as you and Dean turned to him. “We’ve seen the entire United States.”
“Except for a few states.” You corrected him. At your words, Dean gave your arms a gentle squeeze, a soft breath escaping him, telling of the smile on his face.
Sam shook his head. “Coast to coast…”
“Perks of the job.” Dean mumbled, his breath on your neck. You felt a blush rush to your cheeks and you suddenly were terribly self-conscious. Your bikini left little to the imagination, you knew, but with Dean holding you so close, you felt so much of his skin. Something about the skin on skin was making your heart beat ten-thousand miles an hour. And you were sure he could feel it through your back.
You squirmed out of Dean’s arms and pointed to the water. “Last one in pays for drinks!” You took off in a dead sprint the minute you finished the threat.
The sand was hot and white under your toes and it tickled your feet as the earth shifted under your weight with each step. You ran fast, the air whipping your hair wildly about your face. The ocean breeze smelled salty and wonderful and fresh. You cast one last look over your shoulder, only to see Sam and Dean sprinting after you, shoving each other in the attempt to get to the water first. You laughed aloud before you crashed into the waves. The water slowed your feet quicker than you anticipated and you lost your footing and hit the water flat on your face.
You sat up, choking on salty water and laughing just as the boys caught up to you. “Y/N! You okay?” Sam was next to you in an instant, but it was Dean who hauled you to your feet with a chuckle. “She’s fine.”
You turned to look at him, blinking the salt out of your eyes. Dean grinned at you, laughing, but in an instant his expression changed because you pursed your lips and spat out a mouthful of water into his face. Dean sputter back with a yelp and Sam laughed.
“Son of a bitch!” Dean let go of you to rub his eyes. He ran his hands down his face and then met your eyes. You simply shrugged. It was the wrong response. “You little—” Dean lunged at you and you let out a very childish squeal and spun away from him, kicking up the Pacific as you ran.
You felt very much like a kid again. The last time you had been to a beach, you could barely remember. You had gone once on the east coast as a child, back then everything seemed beautiful, less complicated. Back then you weren’t fighting monsters every day of your life just to stay alive.
You let out a scream of delight mingled with mock terror as Dean caught you around the waist. “Gotcha!” He barely managed to get his arms around you before you both toppled over into the water. You let out a groan as you laughed, feeling his chest heave on top of you as his chuckles mingled with yours. You smiled. Why did your laughs sound so good together? You squirmed as a wave rocked you into the sand lightly. But a rush of heat ran to your face as the wave also pushed you rhythmically up against Dean.
You blushed and looked up at him a little breathlessly.
Dean’s face was inches from yours. And his breath was warm compared to the freezing ocean breeze. His lips were really frickin close… You swallowed and smirked up at him, trying not to think of the way you rocked against him with each wave.
“You’re crushing me, fatty.” You grunted as another wave separated your bodies a tiny fraction, enough to make you move away, digging into the sand.
“Fatty?” Dean stuck out his bottom lip in mock hurt. “How dare you?”
You rolled your eyes. How was it possible for a guy to be that attractive without trying? It wasn’t fair. You struggled to your feet and looked out over the waves one more time. A couple of horny college students were making out in the water a few feet away. You felt your eye twitch as you watched them, clawing at each other with hungry grunts. You grimaced and Dean caught your eye. “Not a fan of PDA?” he teased and you shoved him lightly.
“Shut up.” You looked up back at the beach. Sam was collecting sand dollars that floated along the waves remains and the sight of him, all wrapped up in the beauty of nature made you smile. You looked back at Dean. “Hey.”
He looked at you with a crooked smirk on his lips, his freckles obvious in the direct sunlight. “Hmm?”
“Thank you.” You smiled at him, genuinely. “Really. This was really great.”
“Well, the vacation is not over yet, but yeah, don’t mention it.” He shrugged with a grin. “I wanted to go just as bad as you.”
You dug your toes into the sand but managed a joking tone as you scoffed. “’Cause of the college girls, right?”
Dean let out a laugh and winked at you. “Obviously.”
You tried to chuckle, but your voice kind of got caught in your throat. You cleared it roughly and looked back at the beach. “I—I think I saw a drink stand back on shore, want something?”
You tried to step away from him, but Dean was quick to follow you. “I’ll come with you.”
“Okay,” You said with a smile. Deep down, you were kind of hot and bothered still, and you honestly needed something to cooldown. The fact that Dean was close behind you on the whole walk to the coke stand didn’t exactly help your predicament.
You found a cute coke stand close to the parking lot. There was a small line, but you didn’t mind the wait. The pavement was warm from the sun and you grinned at the feel of it under your cool toes.
You threw back your head with a hum of contentedness as you basked in the sun for a while.
“What can I get for you?” Your eyes snapped open at the sound of the man asking for your order and you looked up, only to find that three older men were staring at you. You blushed a tiny bit and looked down at your silver swimsuit, feeling a bit too exposed at the moment. You folded your arms and stepped forward, ordering a Mexican coke for you and Dean.
As you ordered, you stretched up onto your tiptoes, and you heard a low hum beside you. You cast a glance to the side, only to find the three gross men eying you. One adjusted his swim trunks and you had to suppress a groan of disgust.
You paid for the drinks but as you turned back to Dean three things happened. One, you heard a soft catcall from the fattest man in the group. Two, you felt one of the men swat at your ass, barely skimming your butt. And three, before you could even flip him the bird, Dean had lunged forward from his place behind you and shoved the man hard in the chest and knocked him flat on the sand.
The man let out an alarmed call as he hit the ground and your lips parted in shock.
“What the hell?” One of the men shouted, but Dean was squared up and his shoulders were tense.
“Keep your hands to yourself, dick!” You almost were too stunned to breathe. Dean was furious.
In fact, you had never seen him this angry before.
The three men took hesitant steps away from him, their eyes wide, mumbling apologies as they scampered back.
You were still shell-shocked when Dean turned to you rather quickly and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, herding you away. “You okay?”
Your mouth opened and closed before you finally answered him. “I—yeah, I am fine.” You shook your head in disbelief. “What the hell was that?”
Dean glared ahead and when you spoke he shot you a look, his green eyes still aflame. “That asshole grabbed your ass. What did you expect me to do?”
You halted in your tracks, staring at him. Dean slowed and gazed at you, his brows raised in a silent question when you shook your head.
“I’m sorry, did you say ‘what did I expect you to do?’”
Dean looked around for a moment before his eyes bore into yours. “Yeah?”
You let out a soft breathless laugh. “I can handle myself. I was about to clock him myself.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “I didn’t expect you to notice.”
“Notice those strung out d-bags?” Dean scoffed and you shook your head, still a little shocked by his reaction time.
“No, I mean, I am surprised you noticed me.”
There was a long pause as Dean stared at you. Suddenly his lips fell open and his eyes narrowed and he took a step toward you. “Wait, are you kidding?”
You blanked. “No..?”
Dean hesitated and he looked away for a moment as if he was gathering his thoughts and then he looked back at you, his eyes wide and his cheeks slightly flushed with color. “Have you seen yourself, Y/N? I’m surprised I don’t have to fight off every man in the general vicinity with you wearing that thing.”
You stared at him, mouth agape. “What?” You let out a squeaking laugh. “Are you making fun of me?” You mean t for it to sound light hearted, but in the end it sounded like the saddest, most genuine question that you had ever posed. You felt tears prick at your eyes and you blinked them away in annoyance. What was wrong with you?
“No! What? No, I am not making fun of you!” Dean snapped. He took a look at your face and his eyes softened. The anger melted away and suddenly he looked concerned. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”
You laughed and looked down, ashamed that this day was getting to you. “I knew I shouldn’t have worn this stupid thing out…”
“Hey,” You stopped at Dean’s soft voice and looked up, only to find him gazing down at you with those perfect green eyes. “Hey where is this coming from? Those guys were just being—”
“It’s not about those morons.” You insisted with a sad laugh. You shook your head and stared at your feet, unable to look up at him. “I just can’t believe that I thought this might get your attention.” You shook your head again and laughed. “I guess I should let guys hit on me more often, that sure as hell got you to notice me.”
“Notice you?” Dean repeated, his voice quiet. You shook your head, feeling exposed and stupid and naive all at once. “Do you seriously have no idea how crazy I am about you?”
You froze at his words. Did you hear him right? Maybe you had water in your ears. “W-what?”
Dean was searching for your eyes before you even braved yourself to look up. He was so close you could smell his cologne, dark and rich and musky and mingling with the smell of the sea that was on his skin. “Oh my god, kid. I’ve been trying my hardest not to stare at you all day. Especially in that.” You flushed as his eyes wandered to your chest and you looked away.
“So, the bikini did work.” You scoffed, suddenly tired. “Good to know…”
It was quiet for a moment as you twisted off the coke lid and took a long swig of the soda. Dean watched you quietly. Finally he let out a sigh, licking his lips before he spoke.
“Y/N, I’ve been crazy about you since I’ve met you.”
You narrowed your eyes disbelievingly only to find his olive eyes wide and genuine. You almost took a step back. He wasn’t kidding. “Me?”
“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed of being with you? You know how long I’ve been wanting to take out for a real date? Or how many times I’ve ended up watching you sleep instead of doing my work whenever you pass out in that chair in the library.” He broke off into a bought of self-conscious laughter.
“You are a big distraction, you know that? And you are just as terrifying to me in that sexy swimsuit as you are in your hunting boots and flannels. And…geez. I can’t tell you how many times I just wished you’d come out of your room wearing one of mine. Even when you wrapped your lips around that coke, I wondered…” His voice trailed off into silence.
“Am I scaring you?” Dean asked, and this time it was his turn to blush and grin sheepishly. You watched him as your heart started to pick up pace.
“No,” You almost laughed at the absurdity of it all. “It’s just…” You shook your head in shock, fighting off the smile that was threatening to engulf your whole face. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
“I didn’t…” He sighed and looked into your eyes. “I didn’t want to scare you. I didn’t want to mess anything up.” You stared and he laughed. “I mean, you are my best friend. Maybe my only real one, I don’t know. I just…we have something good.” He hesitated. “Did I just screw it all up?”
You stared at him, taking in his face. He looked so wonderful in the light of the sun, the light dusting of freckles so apparent now on his nose. His lips parted as he watched you with those endless green eyes with the crinkles of laughter in the corners. You reached up before you even knew your hand was moving. You threaded your fingers through his damp, short hair, enjoying the feel of his skin under your fingertips. You brushed your hand down the side of his face until you rested it on his cheek.
“No way…” Before Dean could say anything, you stretched up on to your tiptoes again and pressed a kiss to his lips. It took him off-guard and for a moment, and you could feel everything in a moment, your heart thundering in your ears, the feel of his lips on yours. But the moment he realized what you were doing, he melted into the kiss. His lips opened and you could taste him, the mint and coke on his breath was sweet and wonderful and perfect and his lips felt like heaven. You could have died in his arms then and there and been completely happy. Dean deepened the kiss, sliding his massive hands down your bare sides, sending chills of delight up your spine. You kissed him hard, forgetting the world, forgetting everything. Right now it was just you and him. Forever was in a moment and you never wanted to leave. You felt his fingers at the back of your swimsuit and you pulled back with a mock scowl.
“Easy there, tiger.” Dean smiled breathlessly at you, his green eyes dazzling in the light. “No need to rush. We are on vacation, remember?”
A wicked smile crossed his perfect lips and you just wanted to kiss him again. “I like the sound of that.” He hummed, wrapping his arms tight around you, mashing you against his chest. You giggled as he pressed a quick kiss to your ear. You squirmed and looked out over the ocean.
“Best sunset I’ve ever seen.” You murmured, gazing out to where the water was meeting the sun.
Dean smiled and then looked at you. “Yeah, but it can’t compete with you.”
You rolled your eyes and leaned into him, kissing his cheek. “Cliché…” You told him softly.
Dean shrugged. “The horizon tries, but it’s just not as kind on the eyes as you, sweetheart.”
You laughed as he bent his head and left a sloppy wet kiss on your neck.
Somewhere on the beach, you heard a song playing on the ocean breeze.
Prompt : Based on the song Stay by Rihanna ft. Mikky Ekko. You have been hunting with the Winchesters for a long time. You have always held to a code of honor with the boys, to stick with them to the very end, whatever end that may be. But despite your developing feelings for Dean, after one hunt turns bad, the tables are turned and you are left begging for the one thing you never thought you’d have to ask for. (Not my gif)
AN: Sorry! i have been in hiding for a while. Hopefully i can muster up the courage to keep making some new fics for you all. Love you for reading this and sticking with me as i come and go from the shadows like a phantom menace lol. Enjoy the angsty fluff that i bestow upon you, my beautiful children. Stay sweet!
You shifted on your bed, as you moved, a groan of pain slipped past your lips. You instantly sucked in a breath as the large cut on your side pinched at your movement. You tried to open your eyes and found that only one would really open all the way. You were back in your apartment.
What the hell happened last night? You raised a hand to your throbbing forehead and suddenly all the memories came flooding back.
The demon, the hellhounds, the attack, the abandoned warehouse, the Winchesters…
Your eyes snapped open widely at the memory.
You couldn’t remember what had happened to the boys.
You jerked up into a sitting position and instantly you almost fell back, your eyes growing fuzzy.
Just as you let out a hiss of pain, you felt a warm and press into your shoulder, supporting you from the side. “Easy there, killer.”
You blinked to the side, your heart fluttering in relief at the voice that rumbled through the dark room.
“Dean?” Your own voice took you off guard. You sounded like you had swallowed a handful of woodchips. You choked off a cough and you heard the shift in the dark beside you. “Easy…” He repeated, his voice soothing.
You hummed and sank back into the blankets. You blinked in the dark and fumbled for the light switch. As you hit the switch, the room was washed in warm soft light. Dean was sitting in one of the crappy motel chairs, his knees mashed up against the mattress of your bed, as close to you as he possibly could be. You blinked in the light and looked up at him.
Dean was gazing at you with sad green eyes, his face tired. You let out a sigh, taking in the sight of him. His perfect lips were pulled into a straight line, stress was written deep into his brow, and his hair was a mess. A long cut ran just along his hairline and was dark with dried blood. You reached up with shaky fingers and delicately touched his jaw, just above a yellowish bruise on his chin. As your fingers touched his skin, Dean let out a soft, tight breath and turned his face into your palm, kissing it softly. You looked at him hard.
“What happened?”
Dean was quiet for a long moment, his lips still on your hand. Finally he pulled back and threaded his fingers through yours softly and you noticed his bloody knuckles.
“Dean, what happened last night?”
“I thought…” Dean cleared his throat and looked away for a moment. He took a deep breath and then looked back into your eyes. “It was just like Cas said. We walked right into a trap. There were so many of them…”
“Figures.” You sat up with a groan. Dean kept his hand on yours. You suddenly looked at him. “Is Sam…?”
“He’s fine.” Dean shook his head. “We are all fine. Cas showed up before…” His voice trailed off.
“I knew he’d come back.” You smiled knowingly at Dean. “He wouldn’t let anything happen to his favorite human, now would he?” You tried to laugh and the simple breath made your ribs ache. You grimaced.
You looked down. Your chest was wrapped tightly in a bandage and you delicately touched the linen. You doubted that your ribs weren’t badly bruised, if not broken.
You looked up quickly to see Dean watching you. You smirked at him. “I remember taking out two…” You narrowed your eyes at him. “What was my final score before I passed out?”
Dean let out a hopeless laugh and shook his head. “You got four.”
“Nice.” You smiled and sank back onto the pillow. “That left like, twelve demons for you and Sam. I’m sure you could handle that.”
Dean smiled and stayed quiet. You heard the sound of rain pattering on the window outside. You shifted and looked at the clock. It was almost dawn.
“Well, I guess I’d better get up.” You murmured, trying to swing your legs out of bed. “Sam said the next case is in Pittsburg.”
“Y/N.”
You ignored Dean’s soft voice, sure he was just telling you to take it easy. As if that ever got anything accomplished. You looked for your bag, continuing. “We’ve got a lot of traveling to do today—”
Your voice cut off rather sharply when you noticed the bag by the door. It was Dean’s olive-green duffle. And it was already packed and waiting. You looked at his bed. Already made. You blinked to yourself and then turned to look at him. That’s when you noticed his boots. You looked up into his eyes and found them glistening with guilt.
You turned and looked at him. He was standing still by your bed, his eyes boring into you. The minute your gaze met his, his olive eyes dropped. He avoided your gaze. You felt a tiny breath of a confused laugh pass your lips. “Wow. Ready to go already?”
When he didn’t answer, you felt the tone in the room shift. The joke ended when you saw the way his shoulders were hunched. Not only was he was ready to go, he wasn’t waiting for you to catch up.
Your mouth fell open in disbelief. “You’re leaving?” Your voice came out barely above a whisper.
Dean looked down to avoid your eyes. The moments ticked by before he finally looked up.
“I’ve got to.”
“You are going to leave me?”
Dean swallowed, digging his hands into his pockets. “I didn’t think you’d wake up…”
You couldn’t breathe. “You…you were going to leave me here alone?”
Dean bit his lip and looked up. “I’m sorry.” Your mouth snapped shut as a wave of disbelief and anger washed over you. Dean sensed your attitude and instantly took a step back. “Look, I wrote a note…”
“That’s not how this works!” You snapped, cutting him off. Dean closed his mouth, staring down at you as you stomped toward him, shocked. “That is not how we work!”
Dean’s lips parted and he let out a soft breath, “Y/N…”
“Don’t Y/N, me asshat!” You turned and went straight for your bag, ready to pull out your favorite baseball bat just to teach him a lesson, but your knees gave out as you went.
“Y/N!” Dean caught you before you hit the floor, scooping you up in his arms like a baby. You hissed against his chest as your vision filled with black and white spots. You pushed against him as he set you down on the bed again, his hands flying to your face, tenderly brushing your hair back to look in your eyes. “Are you alright?”
“Don’t…” You sputtered, slapping at his hands. “You were going to leave me here? Like this? Who does that!?”
Dean leaned back and ran a hand through his hair as he did when he was flustered. You felt rage bubble in your chest. He thought he was going to get away with it too. You felt tears well in your eyes. “Wow.”
You couldn’t believe it. After everything you had faced, after all the monsters you had taken down, after all the weekends you had spent in each other’s company, Dean was going to dip on you. Just like that. Your heart was aching terribly in your chest, but you blamed the bruised ribs. “I…I thought…” You couldn’t even say it.
You thought that you meant more to him than that. You had been hunting with the Winchesters for almost two months now. They were the closest friends you had. And then Dean… damn, Dean. You had almost…almost let your feelings sweep you off and away. Thank god you didn’t actually love him…
Damn it. Your eyes burned from the tears welling in them.
You didn’t want to, but you did.
You did love him.
But he was leaving you…and it was ripping your heart to shreds. You weren’t sure what to think. You weren’t sure what to feel.
“I’m so stupid.” You turned away from him and buried your face in your hands.
“Y/N…” You felt the bed shift as he turned to you, his hand barely grazing your back. You flinched away from his hand.
You shot him a look. You could barely see him through your tears, but you stared him down, your jaw set in anger. You saw Dean pull back at the look on your face. You noticed that his face was written with guilt and sadness of his own, but you had no patience for it. He was leaving, that’s why Sam wasn’t with you. He had taken you home to leave you behind.
“I thought we were friends.” You hissed, too hurt to back down now.
Your words had the affect you expected. Dean blinked and grimaced at your tone. “I thought you cared about me.”
Dean’s voice came out twisted and rough, like the words were being choked out of him. “I do.”
“Save it.” You shook your head and turned away from him. “Friends don’t leave each other behind. If I meant anything to you, you wouldn’t abandon me!”
“It’s not what you think.” Dean snapped, trying to cut your rant short.
“You are a liar.” You whipped around to face him again, tears running down your face. “Remember what I said to you at that hunt last week? I said I would never run. And you said we stick together. We are family.” You bit your tongue. “I can’t believe I fell for that—”
“You almost died!”
You jerked back as Dean grabbed you by the shoulders and gave you a tiny shake, silencing you. When your mouth shut in puzzlement, he relaxed his grip and his hands slid down your arms, and his head dipped forward. You froze, confused, until you heard his sob. You tilted your head to look at him and saw his eyes screwed shut in pain. You hesitated. You had never seen Dean like this. He was the tough, rough-n-tumble bad bitch. You were the crybaby, not him.
“Dean?” Your voice was barley above a whisper.
“I thought you were dead.” You heard his breath hitch as he fought for the words, staring at the floor. His hands shook on your elbows. “I heard you scream and I looked…” He shook his head as if the memory hurt him unlike anything he had ever felt. “And you were lying on the floor, in a pool of blood and I thought, I thought ‘there no way that’s hers. She’s a fuckin’ goddess, those things can’t touch her’. And I ran over to you, but you didn’t move. You weren’t breathing. I thought…” His voice broke and he looked up and his eyes met yours. They were full of tears. You felt your heart break at the pain in his eyes.
“Cas, brought you back. I just sat there, and Sam was crying and I…I had never felt that broken. You were gone and it was all my fault.”
You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts. “Dean, no—”
“Don’t do that.” He shook his head, his eyes piercing your heart. “It’s true, it was my fault that we were in that warehouse. It was my idea to chase down that demon. If I hadn’t insisted on—”
“Stop it.” You grabbed Dean by the jacket and pulled him up to meet your eyes. “That was not your fault. “ You kept your fists balled in his jacket.
“Y/N.” You didn’t let go, even as Dean found your hands with his warm, calloused fingers and tried to pull you free. “I have to go.”
You shook your head in pain as he cast you the saddest smile you had ever seen. “I can’t watch you get hurt again. I can’t …” He closed his eyes and a tear rolled down his cheek.
Your breath came out in a shallow gasp. “Dean…”
You reached up and brushed the tear away. At the simple contact, Dean let out a soft sob, and sucked in a breath to steady himself.
“Please don’t do this.” You found yourself begging. Your brain was throbbing with the plea. You knew you should tell him what you felt; your heart was hammering with the words. I love you, I love you, I love you.
“I can’t…” Dean paused and when he spoke again, you could barely hear him. “I can’t live without you.”
You tried not to smile, but you couldn’t help it. “Then stay.”
Dean scoffed and pulled out of your reach. He turned and put his hands on the desk by the door, his back hunched and his breaths ragged. “I’m broken, Y/N.” He turned back to you suddenly and you forgot how to breathe. “Damn it, I have to say it. At least once,” He licked his lips and his eyes locked on yours and you became lost in those endless, vivid pools of emerald. “I fell in love with you.”
You felt the air grow cold as your heart stopped beating in your veins. “What?” You whispered, your head buzzing.
“I’m sorry. I know we shouldn’t. I knew it was the worst possible thing that could happen to me. Hunters don’t have that luxury.” He mumbled and then laughed sadly. “But it was always there, from the day I met you. Didn’t you feel it too?”
You hesitated. Your heart was soaring in disbelief. Dean loved you? Your tongue felt useless and you had to struggle before you could form the words that were fluttering in your soul. “I felt it.”
Dean smiled at you sadly. “That’s why I have to go.” He reached forward until his fingers brushed your cheek. You gazed up at him, unable to breathe without feeling his hands on your skin. “I can’t watch you get hurt again.”
“You love me?”
Your question must have caught Dean off-guard because he laughed again, shaking his head as he tried to hide the tears returning to his olive eyes. “Yeah.”
You hesitated. Part of you knew that he was right. Love wasn’t meant for people like you and him. Part of you knew that if you admitted this to each other, you’d never go back. Part of you knew that if you fell in love with him, something terrible would happen one day. You were hunters. Life was short for you. But in that moment, all you could think was how you wouldn’t be able to live without him.
“Prove it.” The words slipped out before you could stop them.
Dean looked at you sharply. “What?”
“If you love me…” You swallowed to gain your composure. “Then prove it. Show me something.”
Dean was very still. For a long moment, you wondered if you had said the wrong thing. You wondered if, despite your feelings, he would leave you now. But just as you felt your heart begin to sink and tears begin to burn at the back of your eyes, you heard his voice, a low, gravelly rumble.
“You want me too?”
You almost laughed in disbelief. “Of course.”
There was a tense moment of silence. You stared at him, waiting. He was staring at you, his eyes locked on your face. When he spoke again, his voice was a quiet dare. “Come ‘ere.”
You didn’t wait for a second invitation. You stepped forward, your feet almost on wings and the next minute you were with him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled your chest up to press against his as you pressed a soft kiss to his lips. Dean’s breath hitched at the touch and it took half of a heartbeat for his body to catch up. The minute you both realized that you were kissing, he let out a low growl and wrapped his arms around your shoulders and hips and pulled you tight to his body.
You kissed him hard, your lips parting as Dean ran his tongue lightly along your lips. His hands spread across your back and he held you as tight as he could, his fingers gripping you as if he was afraid you’d crumple apart if he let go. You could barely breathe, and you didn’t mind at all.
Dean tasted better than you could have imagined. All those late nights, as you sat up with him back at the bunker, watching late night reruns of your favorite tv shows, all those trips to bowling alleys and bars between cases, all those nights in the motel room when you and Dean would whisper and laugh until late in the morning, it had all added to this moment. He had always been your closest friend, and he had always held a part of your heart in his hands. He was right, all along it had been there, a fever, burning under ever moment, ever glance, every touch.
And god, he felt amazing. You opened your mouth with a moan and arched your back, getting as close to him as your bodies would allow. Dean nipped at your lips as you did it, his breath warm on your cheeks as his hand slipped lower to cup your ass. You smiled despite yourself and he let out a soft sigh. “God, you taste so good.” You looked up into his green eyes as he craned his neck to pull your lips between his teeth once more. “So goddamn sweet…”
You silenced him by kissing him hard, running your hands through his hair and pulling a tiny bit when his teeth grazed your lip. He turned his head and ran a trail of hot kisses along your cheek to your ear before he gently kissed your ear. “I love you.”
You pulled back a tiny bit, and your eyes roamed his face. His perfect, beautiful face. You almost started to cry, but for once, it was because you had never been happier. “Then stay.” Dean exhaled softly at your words and you pulled him close, resting your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around him. “I want you to stay.”
You could hear Dean’s heart beat through his solid chest. “I can’t live without you.” You repeated his words to him and he scoffed tiredly.
“This won’t be much of a life…”
“I know.” You murmured, kissing his chest as your hands roamed the expanse of it.
“It won’t be easy.”
“I know.” You let your hands slip lower and Dean groaned before looking down at you. He reached down with a hand and cupped your chin, looking into your eyes, stilling your hands. “But I still want this. I still want you.” You paused and Dean stared at you, as you reached up and slipped your hand into his, holding it lightly. You examined it, the bruised and bloody knuckles and you pressed a chaste kiss to it.
“Stay.”
Dean didn’t answer you. Instead, he bent over and kissed you again, gently, careful not to bump your ribs. You smiled against his mouth before he suddenly stooped over and picked you up, this time, keeping his lips on yours. As he walked you back to the bed, you heard his whisper.
Prompt : It’s Valentines Day and a local joint has left you and the boys suspicious of Cupid. However, maybe showing up to the party to keep the couples out of love was a bad plan in the first place. When you run into an old frienemy at the bar, you are stuck with two Winchesters who may or may not have been caught in the midst of a dangerous love potion. All is fair in love and war. (Not my gif)
“I just don’t know what the trouble is in the first place.” You snorted with a contempt grin before you started to add a layer of dark crimson color to your lips. “Why is it suddenly a bad thing that people are falling in love?”
“The trouble is we aren’t even sure these matches are meant to have happened.” You rolled your eyes and looked over your shoulder in the mirror to where Castiel sat on the edge of the motel bed, his blue eyes narrowed and fixed pointedly out the window. “Heaven seems to be perturbed by the sudden romantic relationships being sown in this town. My best guess is a rogue cherub.”
You let out a sigh and started applying mascara to your eyelashes, making a funny face as you spoke. “Well, as long as people aren’t eating each other to death, it sounds harmless to me.”
“Love is anything but harmless.” Cas grumbled, folding his hands in his lap. “If a cupid is rebelling then he will likely cause serious emotional and mental damage to any of the people he marks. Human souls are not capable of withstanding multiple profound relations. If a cupid marks more than one person with someone who is already paired off, we could be facing something much worse than those violent outbreaks.”
“Oh, come on, Cas.” You smirked. “You honestly think that those two bar fights were the result of a cupid malfunction? Valentine’s Day is like this every year.”
“Better to be safe than sorry.” You turned at the sound of the motel restroom door being opened as Sam stepped out, fixing his tie. You smiled. Sam cleaned up nice. He looked over to you and his lips pulled into a sweet smile. “You look nice.”
“Yeah, well don’t get used to it. I only get dressed up for people I want to impress.”
“Well what about us?” Dean shouted from the bathroom as he shaved his jaw, shooting you a flirty look in the mirror.
“I don’t care what you think, Winchester.” You smirked. “If you boys can’t handle me covered in blood and gun-powder you definitely don’t deserve me in a cocktail dress.”
“Mmm.” Dean stepped out of the bathroom, wiping off his face with his eyes narrowed in mock seduction. “I don’t know which version of you is sexier.”
“Shut up.” You gave him a playful push as he moved past you to find his tie. You paused as he chuckled and looked at yourself in the mirror. Simple black dress, black heels, curled hair, you had to admit, you looked pretty okay. I mean, you weren’t Megan Fox by a long shot, but you actually felt pretty confident in the get-up. Plus you were going to be escorted into the party by three god-like men in suits. You didn’t have to really worry about freaks messing with you at the party, you were fairly confident. Even though you and the team had no romantic relations whatsoever, that didn’t mean you wouldn’t look incredibly off-limits with a six foot five giant like Sam on one arm and a suave, womanizer like Dean on the other. And of course, with Cas shooting daggers with his eyes at anyone who approached you, you were fairly confident that cupid wouldn’t mess with you. After all, you were the best hunters in the business.
You checked out your ass, before you ran a hand down your back side, making sure the dress laid flat. You narrowed your eyes at your reflection before you breathed in to make your stomach shrink before you asked. “When was the last time we actually went to a party like this anyway?”
“Are we counting the time we almost died at that Halloween party those high schoolers through in the basement of the morgue?” You narrowed your eyes thoughtfully at Sam’s sarcastic question as Dean laughed beside his brother, tying his shoe.
“No. Near death experiences don’t count.”
“So we can’t count that wedding we crashed either?” Dean chuckled and you threw your hairbrush at him with a laugh. Dean flinched and laughed louder as Sam rolled his eyes and you put your hands on your hips heatedly.
“So…never?” Dean finished before he turned to Cas to help him straighten out his tie. Cas sat still, his eyes narrowed in thoughtful silence as Dean slapped his chest roughly when he finished, giving the angel a thumbs up. “So this should be fun.”
Cas blinked, and cocked his head to one side. “What is fun about hunting down a rogue cherub?”
You sighed and Sam closed his eyes with a hopeless laugh.
“Nothing.” Dean hauled him up by the arm and lifted the flyer off the table, holding it up to Castiel’s blue gaze. “But you know what is fun? A room full of emotional, unattached women at a Valentine’s Day dance.”
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Prompt : Based on the song Sweater Weather by the Neighbourhood. When you take an icy bath on a hunt, it’s up to Sam and Dean to get you home safely. However, with hypothermia coming into play, Sam does whatever it takes to make sure you stay warm. (Not my gif)
You took a running start after the demon, your breath coming in short gasps, your hair whipping in the icy wind and cutting at your eyes. But you didn’t stop even as your feet slipped on the slushy ice under your feet. No, you ran. You ran faster.
“Stop!” You cocked the Colt, setting your feet on the ice. You lifted the gun to your eye level, holding it steady as the demon finally slowed and turned to you, panting heavily from the chase. You took a step toward him, placing your feet carefully as the ice groaned under your weight.
The demon was quiet, the only sound was your soft breaths and the even softer pattering of wet snow that hit the ice. You were still as the demon looked down at the ice before he flashed you a quick look. “You really want to risk shooting me out here?”
For the first time since you stopped running you looked around. You felt your chest tighten in unease as you realized how far you had come. You and the demon were facing off in the middle of a frozen lake. Honestly, this was probably the worst place you could have cornered him and the demon knew it.
“Y/N!” You turned to see Sam and Dean sliding down the bank towards the edge of the ice. Sam met your eyes the moment he saw you and he took a step out toward you. At the extra weight, you felt the ice shift and groan in a low creak under your feet.
Dean grabbed his brother by the arm and yanked him back, his green eyes wide and searching your face.
You pointed the gun at the demon’s face, but he met your eyes and sat down cross-legged on the ice. “You sure you want to risk it?”
You bit your tongue, narrowing your eyes. He had caught you. Shooting him would definitely melt the ice, if you didn’t crack it around you in the process. You’d go under if you killed him. But if you let him get away…
You turned and looked over your shoulder at the boys on the far shore. Dean looked at you with his green eyes, his face slack with anticipation, his hand on Sam’s chest to hold his brother back. You looked to Sam, and you almost felt sorry. You tried to think of the last think you had said to him. For the life of you, you couldn’t remember. You hoped it was something good as you looked into his warm hazel eyes, trying to ignore the look of terror on his face.
“No…” You murmured.
You turned back to the demon, setting you jaw in finality. “But what’s the fun in that?”
The demon barely had time to widen his eyes before you pulled the trigger. The bullet hit him directly between the eyes and his head snapped back with a bang, black blood spraying across the ice. As his head snapped back, hitting the ice sparks and flames erupted from the demon’s eye sockets and mouth as his body began to melt away into shards of coals and flame. You turned run back to the shore, back to the boys, back to the safety that you knew you’d never reach.
The moment you took the first step towards the Winchesters, the ice cracked under your boots and you disappeared under the ice with a gasp.
The water hit you like a thousand blades of fire. It seemed strange that water so cold could burn, but that thought was the only thing on your mind as your head went under. The first reaction you had was to gasp at the pain of the frigid water, and water instantly filled your nose. You let out a choking gasp and sputtered, bubbles rising around your nose and mouth, dancing in the dark water before your wide open eyes. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t move. You were sinking to the bottom of the lake as your entire body tensed and locked in place.
You were made of ice…
Your lungs screamed for air, and you began to struggle just for a moment in the water as your eyes blackened.
So cold…
Just then something grabbed you by the jacket and hauled you upward. You felt the remaining air leave your lungs in a whoosh as you were dragged suddenly back up, up until your head burst out of the icy water with a splash. You let out a choking sob, a gasp as air flooded into your body, the air cold and clean on your soaking skin.
Your jaw locked as you were hauled back a couple feet until you were laying face-up on the ice. You let out a hiss as the cold air around you seeped into the freezing water that clung to your body, stabbing at your frozen skin torturously. You blinked the water out of your eyes, looking up.
“Y/N!” Sam’s voice seemed a million miles away, you could barely hear it. And yet, despite your ears ringing and your teeth setting to shivering violently, you could see him so clearly, leaning over you. His eyes looked so vivid, perhaps it was your vision fading, but you could swear his eyes were made of warm, golden sunlight.
You stared into his eyes, unable to make your jaw work. You couldn’t feel your body; the pain was ebbing away into an ever-present ache that was slowly growing into numbness. And considering your body temperature, that probably wasn’t a good thing.
“S-s-s-Sam?” Your voice was barely above a whisper.
You felt Sam tug your arm faintly as he stood and dragged you a few more feet away from the hole in the ice, glancing over his shoulder with wide, fearful eyes. “Dean!”
“…Sam…” You let out a light cough, feeling the numbness slowly creep out of your body as you struggled to sit up.
You looked up to see Sam staring at you with wide eyes. “Y/N.”
You opened your mouth to reassure him, but your vision was filling with spots of black and white and you were shivering so badly you could not form words.
Just then, you saw a blur of color, only to feel two rough hands grasp you by the collar and yank your face up. “What the hell, Y/N?!” Dean’s voice was full of fear, and it made him sound angrier than you knew he was. “You could have gotten yourself killed! Not to mention taking on that demon on your own! What were you thinking?”
Your freezing fingers fluttered up and you grappled for his hands, failing miserably to give him a reassuring squeeze. You let out a cough before you spoke. “I’m okay.”
“No you aren’t, you’re freezing.” You let out a groan as a burning set of hands tested her cheeks for warmth, making you squint in pain before Dean pulled his hands away to look at his brother.
“We need to get her somewhere warm. Now.” Sam’s voice was urgent.
You blinked at them in puzzlement as your teeth chattered violently, making your whole body shiver. You honestly couldn’t feel your toes.
“Get her, Sam.” You closed your eyes at Dean’s gruff order.
You would have objected the moment you felt Sam scoop you up into his arms had you not been able to feel your legs. You let out a breathy moan at the shift of your weight against Sam, even the slightest touch ached. Your head lolled against his broad, warm chest.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you.”
Your eyes slid shut for a moment as you felt him begin to run on the ice.
a little chuck + the swaingels comic based off of this post (and, subsequently, the vine) and i love this as a look at what kind of talking-to they received before actually meeting gabe
Hey there! 👋 Congratulations on 900!!! That's amazing! I love ships, so I look like my profile pic lol, auburn maybe copper hair, brown eyes, pretty thin but I love food more than many things in life. I love sports, singing, playing the piano or guitar, road trips, cook outs, hiking, reading, and writing. Supernatural is my favorite, so sarcasm and dark humor are pretty much all I'm capable of. Once again, congrats and hope to hear back from you!
Hello! Thank you!
I ship you with…
Sam would be more than happy to do any activities with you, in fact you might have met on a hike on some gorgeous mountainside. Teaching Sam to play the piano is one of your favorite things, with those gorgeous long fingers of his. Sam’s sassiness totally fits with your sarcasm, and the two of you against Dean always leaves the elder Winchester huffing to his room and the two of you laughing so hard you cry. Sam loves that you are in love with many of the things he is, and that just might be one of the first things that makes him realize he’s falling for you.
I love your writing so much!I was wondering if you would do one where the reader and Dean are really good friends and she lives in the bunker.Some how she starts talking to Dean about all her boyfriends in the past and they’re all hilariously terrible and the he’s like “I hope I don’t end up on that list.” And then kisses her and she likes him back and it’s just super fluffy and adorable.NO SMUT!!! Thanks so much.
This is a great idea! I love love love it, and i’ll start working on it right away! And thank you so much! You don’t understand how much your love means to meeee... *breaks down into gross sobbing*
Title : Dating and Other Forms of Medieval Torture
Pairing : Sam X Reader
Word Count : 3,277
Prompt: Dean is a great older brother, so he decides its time you and Sammy finally got together. However, dating is harder than everyone makes it out to be.
“You were right, Y/N,” Sam smiled as he opened the door for you, “this was a great idea.” You struggled to hide a blush that worked its way onto your cheeks at his words. You carried the pizza into the kitchen, following Sam with your head down so he couldn’t see your shy smile. He just did that to you, you couldn’t really explain why, but every time he even looked your way you got butterflies.
“Yeah, it was pretty fun.”
“We should go more places without Dean.” Sam commented, setting down the pizza with a glance at his feet, a smile on his lips.
“Yeah…”
You swallowed hard. Despite everything, and how much fun the trip to the pizza shop had been with Sam, you had never been so afraid in your life. And that was saying a lot; considering you had faced down vamps, werewolves, demons, leviathans, basically anything that could kill you, you had already killed. But this wasn’t just another monster, this was worse.
This was asking Sam Winchester out.
At the moment, you would have rather faced a demon.
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Title : You Give Love a Bad Name (Love Stinks Part Two)
Pairing : TBD
Word Count : 2,101
Prompt : Apparently, Gabriel hit you with a really potent love potion while you were at a bar on valentine’s Day. You had hoped that the boys would be above all the nonsense of love and war, but turns out, Dean and Sam have a lot of feelings. And adding a love potion to the mix just puts everyone on edge...
“Okay, wait.” You looked from Sam to Dean and back again as Sam pressed his fingers to his brow as he processed what you just said.
“You are telling me that we got hexed?” Dean cut his brother off, pointing at his chest with an expression of disbelief mixed with disgust written in his livid green eyes. “You’re kidding.”
You raised your eyebrows with an exasperated groan. “So you’re telling me that you feel totally fine right now?”
You looked between the brothers at your question. Sam swallowed hard and looked away, rubbing his arm a bit restlessly. With each passing second, the air seemed to change, buzzing with tension. Dean narrowed his eyes and gave his shoulders a quick shrug before he smiled. “I feel great, sweetheart.”
You narrowed your eyes skeptically and Dean reached out with his hand and ran it along your shoulder lightly and down your back. “Never felt better.”
For a moment, you almost believed him. After all, this was Dean Winchester, the womanizer. He had just spent the entire night dancing up on better looking girls than you. It would take a pretty powerful potion to make him infatuated with you.
But then, he moved his hand lower and suddenly he was cupping your ass in his hand. You let out a choking cough of shock and shoved him off before you thought twice. Dean groaned and staggered to keep his balance before he looked up into your angry eyes.
“You dick!”
Dean spread his arms and stared at you, his expression open and imploring. “Sorry.” He shook his head, looking stunned. “I-I don’t know why I did that—”
“Tell that to your hard-on.”
You and Dean whipped around at Sam’s snarky comment. You felt a blush raise to your cheeks and you looked away, your head spinning as Dean shot his brother a poisonous glare. “What did you say?”
Sam blinked at his brother, and before you could even respond he pursed his lip and narrowed his eyes, a glare of defensiveness on his usually placid face. He folded his arms and looked his brother up and down. “Having a tough time controlling yourself all of a sudden, jerk?”
Your lips parted in a silent sigh of exasperation as Dean shifted uncomfortably, shooting you a nervous glance. “What the hell, Sam?!”
“Maybe don’t touch her next time and you won’t get slapped around.”
Dean’s eyes flashed like green daggers and he stepped forward, his fists clenched. “I can touch her all I want. Since when do you give a crap anyway?”
“Guys…” You tried to speak up, but neither of the brothers seemed to have noticed.
Dean gave his brother a rough shove in the chest and Sam stumbled back, knocking into a couple who were making out at the bar. The man stood up and the girl gave a hiss of contempt. You buried your face in your hands, heat rising to the tips of your ears.
“I’ve always cared!” Sam snarled, shoving Dean back harshly. “You don’t get to touch her, not now, not ever. Go find one of your groupies, I’m taking care of her like I always have!”
Dean swung his fist first, barely clipping Sam’s jaw as he ducked out of the way, lunging for Dean’s middle. You let out a shriek and ducked out of the way as your two best friends started wrestling, snarling savagely as fists started to fly. “GUYS!” You bit your lip as Sam hit Dean in the stomach before throwing him off roughly. You heard Dean curse under his breath and stagger to his feet. “Stop!”
You took a step forward, but just then, you felt a hand on your wrist. You turned, hoping to see Castiel had come to your rescue, but instead you found yourself staring up at the man who had been making out at the bar. He was staring at you intently. “Hey…”
You twisted, trying to pry yourself out of his vice-like grip. But the man took a step toward you, his blue eyes fixed on your face, biting his lip lightly as he moved close to you. “What’s a girl like you doing in a dive like this?”
Your eyes flew wide as the realization hit you. The potion hadn’t just affected the boys. You looked around, horror opening in your gut. The fight had drawn the attention of all the people at the bar, but their attention quickly had turned to you. Every single pair of eyes, mostly male, some even female, were locked on you like you were sent straight out of heaven. You felt a blush work onto your face and you twisted again, but the man had grabbed your wrist in both of his hands.
“Let go.” You snapped.
“Awe, come on, babe, I don’t bite.” You tried to pull back, but the man had you cornered against the bar. You grimaced as he leaned toward you, his lips parting and his breath smelling of alcohol.
Just as you squeezed your eyes shut, you felt a sudden jar and the weight of the stranger was gone and you had to stagger just to keep your balance. “Get off her!” You blinked in shock as Castiel gave the man a jerk and threw him to the ground rather easily. You felt your heart drop to your toes. You didn’t think you could handle Cas being love-sick too. You needed help… But as the man when tumbling to the ground before your eyes, Cas turned back to you with wide, clear eyes, his expression chaste and concerned. “Are you alright?”
You looked at him hard for a few seconds before you realized, he wasn’t swooning. He looked the same as he always did, same doe-eyed, innocent look on his squinting face. You had never been happier to see Castiel look so regular in your entire life. “Y-Yeah.”
He nodded and turned just in time to duck as a beer bottle was chucked over his head and smashed into the counter behind him. He looked around, his eyes narrowed, but looking rather calm as the bar was breaking out into an all-out fight all around the pair of you. Sam and Dean were literally rolling on the floor, slapping each other with hisses of anger and frustration.
Castiel looked around as the man he threw to the ground was jumped on by another larger man and slowly he turned his deep blue eyes to you. “I think we should go.”
You nodded breathlessly, and barely had time to duck as a pair of men ran past; trying to grab your hand before another guy got in the way and beat them back. Someone screamed and there came the sound of a bar stool breaking as you looked at Cas with a swallow of panic. “Yeah, I think that’s a good plan.”
You drove the Impala back to the bunker, trying to avoid the looks of the Winchesters as they sat in the back. You gripped the steering wheel tightly. The air in the car was electric. You snuck a cautious glance at Cas sitting next to you in the passenger seat. He was staring out the windshield, his eyes calm, but his face slightly frustrated ad puzzled. He however seemed at ease in the silence.
He must have seen you staring because he turned to you and when he met your gaze he gave you a gentle smile.
“What did he say?” You nearly jumped at the sudden voice from the back seat. You looked in the rear-view mirror at the source of the voice as Dean slouched in the far left seat, his eyes locked on you intently.
“What?” Sam sat up a little straighter at his brother’s question, looking up at you and Cas, his arm holding his bruised ribcage. When he spoke, Dean narrowed his eyes and shot him a glare.
“Uh, he didn’t say anything—”
“I knew that.” Sam interrupted with a smug look at his brother, his chest falling with a look of relief when he realized Cas hadn’t made a move on you.
“She smiled.” Dean defended himself and leaned toward you in the seat. “You smiled. Did he say something?”
“Dean, I love you but you need to chill. Please.” You mumbled, your tired eyes turning back to the dark road.
“What?” The sound of hurt in Sam’s voice made you stop short in your thoughts.
“You love me?” The disbelief and excitement in Dean’s voice was almost stifling.
As you struggled to understand what exactly you had said, Sam sat up and looked quickly at you and then back to Dean. “Oh, come on, man that’s just an expression.”
You could barely breathe. What was happening?! You ran a hand through your hair frantically, trying to calm your frazzled nerves.
“Right, Y/N? That was just an expression?”
“No way! She has always cared about me! You’re just jealous that she doesn’t—”
“I am NOT!”
“Yes you ARE!”
The boys were almost yelling at the top of their lungs in the back of the car. You bit your lip. This was turning into one of the worst nights of your life; and you were spending it having two of the best-looking guys you’d ever seen nearly tear each other apart for your attention. You felt tears burn at your vision and you sniffed to hide the pain in your throat.
You could face down vampires, werewolves, demons, even Lucifer himself. But right now, you were about to cry in front of the boys. Yes you had wanted them to give you a little bit of attention; you just couldn’t believe it took an archangel casting a spell on you for them to notice.
You really must be dull if they needed a potion just to recognize your existence…
You blinked but a tear slipped down your cheek anyway. You wiped it away hurriedly, hoping no one would notice. From the screams in the back seat, you thought you were in the clear, but then you looked up to the road and noticed someone watching you. You looked to the side just in time to meet Castiel’s concerned gaze. His blue eyes were sympathetic and wide and the expression of kindness on his gentle face nearly made you cry again. He tilted his head to the side and reached down into the cup holder on the side door and produced a napkin that he held out to you without a word.
You took it and wiped away your tears with a sheepish smile of thanks. You swallowed and opened your mouth to thank him, but your voice was drowned out by the bickering in the backseat.
“Why the heck would she want you?!”
“Oh so you think you are so much better than me?! Who’s been there for her all this time? Not you!”
“Oooh! Says the guy who’s only been laid like twice! You wouldn’t even know how to—”
“SHUT YOUR CAKEHOLES!”
You almost slammed on the brakes in shock at the voice that boomed through the Impala. You had known Cas for almost five years, but you had never heard him raise his voice like that.
And apparently neither had the boys. Instantly, Dean and Sam fell silent, their eyes wide and their mouths still agape from arguing. Castiel glared at them from the front seat, his blue eyes piercing and scolding. “If either of you say another word I will cut of your genitals until we get this figured out.”
There was a moment of complete, tense silence and you almost broke it with a stifled giggle. You managed to keep your mouth shut as you looked at the boys in the rearview mirror. Dean looked positively mortified, and Sam’s eyes were wider than you had ever seen them in your life.
Cas waited for them to speak up, but the brothers only exchanged a quick look and then closed their mouths. When neither of them said another word, Cas gave them a curt nod and turned back around in his seat. “Thank you.”
You were almost too afraid to look at Cas as you drove down the road, you felt a small smile creep onto your lips. Bless Castiel…
He looked up only to meet your waiting eyes. You mouthed a soft “thanks” and he smiled with an understanding nod and then he leaned forward and turned on the casset that Dean had left in the radio.
I was wondering if/when you were going to write a second part of Love Stinks? I really liked it and would love to read more!
First off, THANK YOU!!! And now second, I’m sorry that I've taken so long to update this story! *runs and hides* I will be posting part two of Love Stinks tomorrow night, so keep an eye out for it:)
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