#drabbleweekend

drabble weekend

You've been practicing day and night for this one game of chess. You studied as much as you can, learned all the rules, practiced online and with another person until you felt confident enough to take on the best fo the best: your boyfriend.

Spencer didn't know you were going the extra mile. If he had, he would have played a lot differently. You're not very good at chess and asked Spencer to teach you. Every game he played with you, he had to show you what moves to make until you got confident enough to play without his help.

That didn't mean you won any games. You hate seeing his smug smile after every game and the "Awh, you'll get it next time". God, you can't wait to wipe that smirk off his fucking face.

The only thing that can be heard is the ticking of the clock next to you and the sound the pieces make when they make contact with the board.

You started to play like how you've always played until you switched tactics and started gaining up on him. He stares at the board in thought before making a move.

You smirk when you see your chance to win this game.

You move one of the pieces and proudly look at him. "Checkmate."

"What?" he gasps and studies the board only to see that he is trapped. You win. "H-How?"

"What, you don't think I can win against you?"

"No, but I always win," he frowns.

"Not this time! I win!" you laugh.

Spencer looks up and the confusion is wiped from his face. A smile replaces the look, and he sits back in his chair. Look how happy you are. You finally won against the best and you're glowing because of it.

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The best time to go riding is late at night since there isn't anyone on the road. It's just you and Dean and nothing else matters. The wind is cool against your skin but the heat radiating from Dean is enough to warm your body.

Dean has been on the same stretch of freeway for thirty minutes, and the two of you have been in a peaceful silence. You two have helmets on but you can talk to each other through it if you want to.

"Getting tired, sweetheart?" Dean asks without looking back at you.

You wrap your arms tighter around his waist and rest your head against his back as much as you can with the helmet on. You scrunch your fingers against his stomach that causes him to slightly flex.

"No."

"Are you sure? I can take you home."

"Don't you dare, Dean Winchester," you grin. "Let me be happy a few minutes longer."

"You got it, baby."

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You've been going at this for an hour. For an entire hour, all you've learned is that you suck as a witch. How does Wanda do this?

"I can't do it," you groan.

The chair you tried levitating fell to the ground on its side. You can barely get it two inches off the ground without you giving up. Wanda approaches the chair and fixes it before walking over to you.

"You're not clearing your head."

"Wanda, I have been thinking about nothing but levitating that chair for the past hour. Let's just give up. It's not working," you sigh.

She grabs your shoulders and runs her hands down your arms. You have to admit, her touch does calm you.

"I want you to close your eyes." You do. "Clear everything from your mind. Think of nothing but my voice. Slow your breathing." You part your lips and do as you're told. "Relax your muscles. Let your powers do the guiding. Visualize what you want the chair to do."

You lift your hand and think about the chair six feet in the air. Wanda's touch disappears from your body and you open your eyes to see the chair six feet in the air. You gasp and get too excited which causes the chair to fall to the ground.

"I did it! I really did it!"

"Yeah, you did," Wanda smiles. "Don't get too excited, we have a lot to learn."

"With you as my teacher, I don't see how I can fail. Thank you for helping me."

"You're welcome."

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"Hi, I'm here to see Castiel," you greet the receptionist.

"Who are you to the patient?"

"Friend. It's visiting hours, right?"

"Yes, ma'am. Sign in right here and grab a badge. Head through the double doors and the rec room is off to the right."

"Thank you."

You sign into the sheet and grab a visitor's badge before following her directions. The rec room is filled with people who either have someone visiting them or just like the alone time. You look around for your friend and spot him at one of the tables in the back. You head over to him with a smile.

"Castiel, it's me Y/N."

"Y/N! It's good to see you," he smiles back. "I'm getting ready to play a game. Would you like to join me?"

"Of course. Thank you." You take a seat across from him as he gets the board game set up. "How are you doing? How is this place?"

"This place is wonderful. I was outside the other day and saw a bee on a flower. Such wonderful creatures. They do so much for the world yet so many humans are scared of them."

"Yeah," you chuckle. Your heart aches for Castiel. He used to be a feared angel of Heaven. Now he's reduced to simple-minded thinking and living. It breaks your heart. he hates sad things so you push down your feelings and look happy for him. "I'm glad you like it here."

Dean left the Bunker three hours ago to blow off some steam since the hunt they just got off of was exhausting mentally and physically. Dean wanted to bring his brother around but Sam said he was going to do something with you, and that’s also part of the reason why he left the Bunker.

He didn’t want to hear you two fucking.

He came back to complete silence. Maybe you two wore each other out and went to bed. However, when he walked in to the library, that’s not the case even in the slightest.

You and Sam are seated at the library with mounds of books around you two. You’re so comfortable that you have your feet in Sam’s lap and he is reading while absentmindedly rubbing your feet with his other hand.

Complete silence. Just you two minding your own fucking business reading God knows whatever kinds of books they have in here.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You and Sam snap your head to Dean in confusion. “This is what you did to blow off steam?”

“You’re back already? Did you just leave?” you ask.

“That was three fucking hours ago.”

“Wow, I didn’t even realize,” Sam laughs.

“This isn’t funny, Sam. You two never go out. It drives me up a fucking wall that all you do all day is sit in here and read.”

“So? You unwind how you want to and leave us to unwind how we want to. It’s that simple Dean. Not everyone is into booze, chicks, and rock music.”

Dean’s mouth goes agape as he tries to figure out what to say to your response. He opens and closes his mouth like a fish before storming off to his room, probably to do two out of those three things.

“I love getting on his nerves,” Sam snickers.

“It is fun, isn’t it?” you smile.

Jensen and the reader Super Bowl party… Jensen and his gf like opposite teams. (The reader is a KC fan) and just fun banter

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"Oh come on!" you yell at the TV. "What the fuck?!"

"Ready to lose?" Jensen smirks and leans back in his seat.

"You shush. I'm not losing."

"Looks to me you are. All I see is Brock bringing it home for the Niners!" he cheers.

Jensen is a huge 49ers fan while you're rooting for the Chiefs. It's something you often make bets on, and this is the ultimate bet. You look at him and suddenly smirk mischievously.

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure. You see, I have Travis Kelce on my team which means I have Taylor Swift on my team which means I have an army of swifites on my team. He's not only playing for himself and his team, he's playing for them. That's real motivation."

"What the actual fuck?" Jensen chuckles.

"Don't take this away from me." You go back to watching the game, eager to see if the Chiefs are going to win. "Come on, Kelce!"

Hot tub with Jensen in the snow. Can you include a little sexy touching 🥵😈 with the way he looks now cause his hair is amazing

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The snow falls steadily all around you but the gazebo you're under prevents the snow from falling onto you and Jensen. When you rented the cabin for the weekend, you didn't think you'd get a blanket of snow. However, now you can't think of anything more perfect than this.

You and Jensen made sure to get a cabin that had a jacuzzi so that you could be outside but warm enough to enjoy the stars above.

"If we stay in any longer, we're going to look like prunes," you giggle against your husband's lips.

"I bet you'd look sexy all wrinkly," he jokes.

"Oh, you got jokes now?"

Jensen pulls you into his lap and makes sure you're seated comfortably on top of him. The water sloshes from side to side, almost tipping out of the hot tub. His hands run up and down your legs, causing shivers to spike up your spine.

You wrap your arms around his neck and play with his hair that is sticking to the back of his neck. The heat from the water is making the two of you sweat, and you haven't gotten past a bit of making out.

"I love you," you whisper.

Monster dean shy reader you pick the situation.

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"Are you sure this is safe?" you ask and look over the towering building.

Ever since Dean became a vampire, he has been using his abilities as much as he can. He might be reckless to any other person but you know he doesn't do things without thinking through them.

"Sweetheart, would I ever put you in danger?"

"No," you bite your lip nervously.

Dean reaches out and tugs on your lip to release it from between your teeth.

"Then trust me on this. It's totally safe."

There is no one around for miles so no one will see what's about to happen.

"I trust you," you nod.

Dean grins. "Great. Okay, jump."

You take a deep breath and jump off the building without anything to slow your fall. The wind is nice through your hair but your heart is racing a million miles a second. If this is the day you die, then you would have lived a full life.

Just as you are reaching the ground, you close your eyes so you don't see the part where you splatter on the ground. However, that never comes. Just when you think you're going to hit the ground, you land in someone's arms. You gasp and open your eyes to see Dean's green eyes looking right at you.

"See, I told you I'd catch you."

"God, I can't believe I did that!" you gasp and cling to him. "Don't ever ask me to do that again."