#crispychrissy

They stumbled into the bunker, stepping on each other’s feet and laughing, even though neither of them could remember what was so funny. The door shut behind them with a metallic bang, and they lurched down the stairs, completely unconcerned at their lack of coordination.

She tripped on the next-to-the-last step, letting out a little yelp as she fell. Dean grabbed at her wrist, trying to save her, but they ended up in a giggling, tangled heap at the bottom. Sam rushed into the room at the commotion, then shook his head, rolling his eyes with a smile as he turned to leave.

“You okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Dean asked from his perch on top of her.

“No, but dude… get OFF.” She shoved at him ineffectually for a few seconds before finally planting a hand on his chest and heaving him to the side. “God, you’re heavy!”

“Sorry, sunshine. Didn’t mean to land on you, I was trying to save your drunk ass,” he laughed, and they both sprawled on the floor for a moment, trying to catch their breath.

“Thank you for trying to save my drunk ass with your drunk ass.”

“You’re welcome.”

She let her head roll to the side to look at him. “This was fun, Dean. Not the falling down part, but the rest of it was fun. Thanks, I needed that.”

His smile sparkled in his eyes. “Told you sho.”

She giggled. “You told me sho, huh?”

“Shut up.”

“Anyway, thanks.” She stared into his eyes, mesmerized, watching his eyelashes as he blinked slowly. His smile faded as he leaned closer, and she felt herself gravitate towards him, meeting his lips with hers. He let out a little groan, tipping his head to slant his mouth across hers, his tongue touching briefly. She sighed, opening to him, leaning into the hand he brought to her face. His kiss was tender, and sexy, and it felt like it meant something, not just a drunken fumble.

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So that happened. And then it all got a little awkward, Dean helped her up off the floor and they just went to their own rooms. But even though they didn’t speak at all, other than a mumbled ‘G’night,’ she went to sleep smiling.

Until this morning. She had heard him quietly talking to Sam, and she wished she’d just stayed in bed.

“I promised myself, Sammy. Never again. After Lisa, you know, I...”

“Yeah, but Dean...”

“I can’t go down that road again, man.”

That was all it took. She ran back to her room, grabbed the essentials as quickly as she could manage and took off without saying a word.

The rain had let up by the time Dean pulled in behind her. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and stepped out of her car. Dean went straight to the front of the ‘68 Mustang, giving it a quick perusal before turning back towards her.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “Didn’t mean to make you come out here after me.”

“It’s fixable. But I’m gonna have to bring a truck to haul her home.” He leveled his stare at her, and she couldn’t take it for long, letting her gaze slide back to the ground. “You sure you’re okay?”

She nodded, biting at her lip. “I’m fine, really.”

He glanced towards her car again, then frowned, taking a step closer and bending down to peer in the back window. “What the hell is all this? You wanna tell me what’s going on?”

She closed her eyes, turning away and searching for words, her heart pounding. “I was leaving.”

“What? Why?”

She clenched her teeth, her chest aching, and blurted it out. “Because I heard you this morning, Dean.”

“Heard me what? Look at me, damn it,” he snapped as he grabbed her shoulder and turned her back around to face him.

“I heard you talking to Sam. About how you can’t do this again. I thought… you know… after last night, that maybe we had a shot. But I heard what you said, and I just – I took off.”

“You obviously didn’t hear everything.”

She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. “What do you mean?”

His expression softened. “I told Sam I couldn’t go down that road again. What I meant was, I couldn’t turn my back on something good. I went through hell before, thinking I didn’t deserve… Well, fuck that. I want to give us a chance.” He brought his hand to her face, gently touching the cut on her forehead. He stared into her eyes for a long moment, then leaned in and brushed his lips across hers, kissing her softly. “So, what do you say, sunshine? You comin’ home with me?”

She looked up at him, her smile winning the battle with her tears, and nodded, slipping her hand into his. “Yeah. I am.”

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Tagging my regulars - just let me know if you want off this train wreck! :)

I’m starting of with my main chick, @kittenofdoomage, the person who encouraged me to explore my limits of writing, to experiment with ABO, and has inspired many of my fics. Talented, funny, loyal, amazing, she’s an incredible writer and an even better friend!!

Then there’s my babe, @crispychrissy, who writes things so intricately it still amazes me. Her dedication to the research behind her work is phenomenal, she goes above and beyond for her readers.

Obviously can’t forget @saxxxology, the main lady who got me hooked on a certain hazel eyed giant of a man. She is so passionate, and so open. Her dark!Sam and Alpha!Sam things are just... man... oh boy... I know if I ever need a Sammy fix I can go to her for some help.

Ooh!! Ooh!! And @crashdevlin!! She writes unapologetically. She knows what she likes, and what she wants, and she writes it. Whether it be a self insert series, or sister!wincest, it honestly appears as if there’s nothing she won’t write, and that courage is honestly awe-inspiring. I’m seriously jealous of her ability to create what she wants.

Another one of my go-to Sam!girls is the lovely @thecleverdame. Not afraid to think outside of the box, she also experiments with different AUs. A personal fave of mine is her Alpha!werewolf!Sam series. Dude... yes... please.

While she hasn’t posted much as of late, because she’s busy as all hell, @sculptorofbeginnings deserves all the love!! Her series, Black Eyes and Bloodlust, is somethin’ else. Dark, hot, and unforgettable, Shaila writes like she doesn’t give a crap whether or not people are gonna like it. She puts her own thoughts down on ‘paper’ and throws them in the air, laughing manically as freaks like me scurry to enjoy her masterpiece.

One of the OG blogs I followed, @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash is an impeccable writer. Just as thirsty as me, with often similar tastes, I know I can always trust that she’ll have something juicy and interesting to read!!

Someone who also amazes me is @moonlitskinwalker. I know how difficult it can be to write with dyslexia so the fact she produces pieces of perfection is just so incredible. Honestly I am so proud of her, and so in love with her work!!

When I was playing with the idea of ABO I came across @sis-tafics... and I never looked back. She is, honestly, so awesome. Some of her work is the kind of stuff everyone will love, while other pieces test and experiment with ideas. She’s a flexible and intriguing writer, and I am so lucky to call her a friend.

Also, can’t forget, @acreativelydifferentlove. I love reading her work and finding a few things that remind me she’s Aussie. I mean, I love all her work, she wrote this awesome ABO RPF series, but its the little Aussie quirks that make my day when I read her work :):)

Slowly adjusting yourself on the bed, trying your best not to show the pain you were in when you moved, you waved Sam off.  “I think I’m going to rest for a little bit if that’s okay.”

“Of course babe. Just let me know if you need anything, ‘kay?”

“Always.”

Your eyes opened at the light knock at the bedroom door.  “I think it is time for you sponge bath, miss,” Sam winked.

“Only if Dean is bathing me,” you chided.

Sam gave a fake gasp as he placed his hand on his chest.  “I am absolutely stunned and heartbroken.  If you keep that up, you’re going to get a spanking right after you’re healed up,” he added with a wag of his long finger.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” you started to laugh, but you stopped yourself when the pain started.

“Babe?” Sam asked as he rushed to your side, concern filling his features.

“I’m fine. Laughing hurts, but I’ll be fine,” you winced as you sat up.  “Am I getting that sponge bath or breakfast in bed?”

Sam gave you a confused look.  “It’s noon, babe.”

“Well then,” you started as you cleared your throat, “Lunch or sponge bath?  I’m thinking lunch then a sponge bath.”

Sam stood up and walked over to the desk where lunch was on the table.  How you missed it sitting there was beyond you, but you just chalked it up to the pain medicine you were on.

“Bon Appétit,” Sam announced as he placed the tray over your lap.  “Today we have chicken broth and for dessert - jello.”

After eating your recovery dictated lunch, Sam cleared away the dishes and returned to you to begin helping you for your sponge bath. You sat up and tried to take off your t-shirt.  When Sam saw you struggling, he was quick to come to your aid.

“Here babe, let me help you.”  He slowly slid each of your arms out of the sleeves and gently lifted the shirt over your head.  He walked around in front of you and tenderly pulled down your sweatpants. He sucked in a breath at your naked form in front of him.  You were not about to be suck in bed and be wearing panties and a bra.

“So beautiful, Y/N,” Sam reminded you as he pulled you in for a soft kiss that left you breathless.  Sam pulled back and retrieved the basin of warm water and washrag.

He began with your shoulders and back.  Even though you couldn’t see his face, you knew he was concentrating on making sure every spot was clean and you were relaxed.

“You don’t have to do all of this, Sam,” you whispered, breaking the silence.

Coming around to your front he just shook his head.

“Uh, yeah I do.  First of all, I’m your boyfriend and this is what great boyfriends do.”  He was washing your legs as he looked up at you with his hazel eyes.  “Second of all, you’re my girlfriend and you deserve the world.  If feeding you broth, bringing you pillows, and literally washing your feet can help you see how amazing you are and how much you deserve everything I can give then it is worth it.”

“I love you, Sam.”