#henry fluff

Hendery + “Why be sexy when you can be spooky?” + “YOU DIDN’T TELL ME THE KNIFE WAS REAL!”

Warning: mentions of fake blood and real blood, not graphic

The night of Ten’s famous “Spooky Halloween Extravaganza” party has finally come. You and your friends look forward to it every year, all because it’s one of the best costume parties that you could be a part of on Halloween. This year, you decided to go as a nurse risen from the dead- going all out with the costumes as is expected of all party-goers.

You put the last finishing touches on your make-up and costume, walking out of the bathroom and into the kitchen where your friends, Xiaojun and Lucas, are waiting.

“Woah…” Lucas exclaims as he looks you up and down. “Wait… Aren’t nurses usually sexy?” Lucas asks and Xiaojun rolls his eyes. You look down at your costume: a set of baggy, blue scrubs that have been torn apart in some places with fake blood stained on the rest of the fabric. It’s definitely not your typical sexy nurse costume.

“Why be sexy when you can be spooky?” You shrug. “So, let’s go?” You suggest, and the three of you pile into your car and make your way to Ten’s place. It’s an apartment, and although it’s on the nice side of town, it’s still too small to fit the hundred people Ten invited for his party. You and your friends walk in, looking mismatched as Lucas wears a glow-in-the-dark skeleton suit with face painting to match and Xiaojun wears a pirate costume with an actual-size fake parrot perched on his shoulder.

“You guys made it!” Ten shrieks out when the three of you make your presence known. He’s wearing a white toga with a small bow in one hand and arrows sticking out of a bag that’s slung over his back; the ends of the arrows contain shiny, red hearts.

“You’re… cupid?” You ask and Ten nods excitedly.

“And you’re a zombie nurse?” He asks as he looks you up and down, holding you an arms length away.

“Oh, no. I’m a nurse risen from the dead.” You explain, and Ten’s eyebrows raise at your answer.

“Oh, my god. There’s someone you have to meet.” After saying hello to Lucas and Xiaojun, who have already found their place in the chaos that is Ten’s Extravaganza, he leads you to the kitchen. As soon as you walk in, you know who Ten is going to introduce you to. A guy in a doctor’s uniform stands with his back to you, but you can tell from the rips and fake blood stains on his costume, you accidentally dressed up in a couple’s costume.

“Y/N, this is Hendery. He’s a doctor risen from the dead.” Ten wiggles his eyebrows at you, making your face almost drop into your hands in embarrassment. “Hendery, this is my friend Y/N.” Before you can say anything, Ten is pulled away and you’re left alone with Hendery. You quickly give him a once-over, admiring how put together his costume is and how his curly hair falls over his forehead- his wide smile still strong despite the awkward meeting. He even looks cute with fake blood stained over his cheeks.

“So…” You trail off, trying to break the ice, “Why does a doctor that’s risen from the dead have a knife?” You ask, and both of you glance down at Hendery’s hands, one carrying his drink and one carrying a small knife.

“Oh, it’s a scalpel. I guess I’m a surgeon.” He laughs awkwardly.

“Oh, cool. Can I see?” You’re not sure what propels you to grab the top of the knife (maybe your nerves or your effort in trying to look cool in front of a cute guy) but before Hendery can protest, you pull the knife out of his grasp. A gasp leaves your lips as you quickly drop it to the ground, looking at the real blood that is drawn from your hand.

“Oh, my god!” You yelp out. “Why would you bring a real knife to a party?”

“Why would you grab the top of a knife?” Hendery yelps back.

“YOU DIDN’T TELL ME THE KNIFE WAS REAL!”

“You didn’t let me!” Hendery screams back as you both stare at your bleeding hand, dumbfounded. Before you know what’s going on, Hendery sets down his drink and grabs your wrist, pulling you to the sink in the kitchen while the other party-goers move to let you through. Warm water washes over your hand as Hendery retrieves a towel that’s laying on the counter and pushes it over the cut.

“You’re lucky I’m a doctor.” Hendery jokes in a fake serious voice, and you can’t help but laugh with him as his warm hands hold yours under the running water.

Continuing drabbles, (2 this time) writing etc... about Henry Cavill and her. Ignore mistakes, you get it. Just a hint of smuttiness. Hopefully you'll enjoy.

* Don't you hate that feeling of having to rush to get ready but you want to try and look nice. But there's no time to perfectly tame your frizzy waves, so you opt for a low braid. Apply some pressed powder, blush, a little bit of lipstick and then realize you forgot your mascara at home. You sigh and walk to the full length mirror hoping that your reflection will at least look decent. The jeans you had packed weren't the most flattering and the blouse lay a little awkward at your shoulders. You bit your lip as you looked at yourself, turning from side to side and finally just shrug. You think this will have to do.

This entire time you had been unaware that Henry was paying close attention to the way you slid your jeans over your curvy hips. Hips that he loved to kiss and grab hold of. He had stared a little too hard when you covered your breasts with a nude lacy bralette, to then be hidden with a red blouse that your hands smoothed over to adjust. It was those same hands that a few hours ago had desperately pulled his hips closer. He watched the way your eyes would close looking so peaceful as you brushed your long wavy hair. Then how delicately you used your fingers to braid it. He smiled when you smiled so you could apply some blush on the apples of your cheeks. He paid attention to how carefully you covered your slightly parted lips with some red lipstick. He remembered how soft those lips could feel along his neck and chin.

Henry wondered why you turned from side to side on your tiptoes to see yourself in the mirror. He walked over when you shrugged and wrapped his arms around your waist. You sighed and lean back onto his chest catching his eyes in the mirror as he whispered, "You look beautiful."

Heat crept up your neck and cheeks and you turned in his arms to look up at him.

"I really look okay?"

"You look truly breathtaking, love."

*********

Henry reached out pulling her to him. He curled his body around hers resting his hand on her midsection his face at her neck, inhaling the faint scent of her shampoo. His shoulders relaxed as he felt the warmth of her skin on his. She had quickly fallen asleep after an intense round of love making. He closed his eyes and remembered how she looked beneath him. Her wavy hair splayed around her face, plump lips parted and panting. His hands pinned her thighs down to the mattress, her arms were above her head grasping tightly to the undone sheet. He grew aroused again as he remembered her begging him not to stop. Begging that she need more of him then quietly chanting fuck as she came around him. He had pounded into her with even more fervor that he practically roared when he reached his own climax.

Characters:  Y/N (Reader), Henry Winchester, Dean Winchester (mentioned), Sam Winchester (mentioned)

Pairing: Henry x reader

Warnings: A tiny bit of angst, not belonging, kissing, think that is it... 

Wordcount: 1300ish

A/N: This is a lot of things. It is my entry for my own challenge SPN Days Off Challenge. I let you guys vote for song, place and character so it is also a 3 for 3 fic (Henry, Fallout Boy with Phoenix, The beach).

It is also my entry for @one-shots-supernatural hiatus challenge: How about no. 

Thank you to the lovely @for-the-love-of-dean and @winchesterswoonathon for betaing for me! Love you ladies!

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Henry had been back in your world and this decade for months now. You had even been the one to find a spell to bring him back when the brothers had needed the blood of three legacies to open a vault in the bunker. He didn’t seem happy in this decade though. He had stayed locked up in the bunker pretty much since his return. He assisted you and and the brothers in the research part of hunting, but he had only been out in the world once or twice since he had gotten back. You couldn’t stand to see him like that any longer, and it didn’t help that a part of you felt like you were to blame since you were the one that raised him.

So you came up with a plan. The boys had gone on a simple salt and burn run a few states over which left you and Henry home alone to hold down the fort. Which quite frankly could hold itself down just fine. You grabbed your bag and a set of car keys and headed for the library.

“Come on!” You said as you threw his coat in his face, causing Henry to look up at you with a surprised expression on his face.

“Where are we going? Did Sam and Dean call? Do they need help?” Henry’s voice was riddled with worry. Although he mostly tried his best not to admit it, he cared for the two hunters and you couldn’t help but smile.