summary: Joel is bleeding out in the passenger seat of his car. fWhip has one hand on the wheel, the other squeezing Joel’s shoulder, and he’s trying desperately not to look over. The night is dark around them and the tree line on either side of the countryside road is claustrophobic. Joel groans and squeezes his arm around the wound across his stomach, where he’s got fWhip’s discarded flannel pressed against him.
sending out flares -- joel/fwhip
summary: The next time going to a shitty highway motel after staying at Gem’s is always terrible. It’s terrible because Gem isn’t there, and because Sausage isn’t there -- he stopped by to congratulate them, and also to save Gem from them -- and because the beds are always fucking bricks. Bricks with springs sticking out. So it’s with heavy hearts and linked hands that fWhip and Joel stumble into their latest motel room -- one king, not two queens.
a soft place to land -- gem & joel, joel/fwhip
summary: The thing about Gem is that she got out. Of course, with this line of work, she ended up getting looped into everything anyways.
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Pairings : Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Richard Gregory (oc) x his wife, Omega!Lacy Johnson (oc)
Word count : 2,053
Written for : @spnabobingo
Square : Scent Marking
Warning : Possessive Sam, possessive Reader, a touch of the smut, scent marking (obvi), a little dirty talk.
Beta’d by : @iflostreturntosteverogers
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Sam practically glared at the man across from him. He couldn’t stand the guy, honestly, but it was dinner with your boss, and appearances had to be kept. He especially hated how this asshole looked at you, even with his wife right next to him and Sam right there glaring daggers at him. He’d put you in his shirt for this dinner, covering you in his scent to get his damn point across that you were taken, and now he found himself with his arm over the back of your chair, fingers dancing along your shoulder and across his mark. This piece of shit wasn’t taking the fucking hint.
Sam clenched his jaw when your boss pulled his beady little eyes away from you and looked at him. The hand giving his thigh a squeeze pulled his attention, and he looked down to see you smile softly at him. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just a rough case.” he gave you a soft smile back. “Got lost in my head thinking about it for a minute, that’s all.” he promised, leaning in and giving you a gentle kiss.
“Need a distraction?” you whispered against his lips and his smile widened.
“Wouldn’t say no to one.” he whispered back. Your hand reached further, palm moving over his cock laying against his thigh, and Sam licked his lips to keep himself from groaning. You smiled at him as he throbbed under your hand and you gripped him.
“I think we better head home after this drink.” you looked back across the table.
“Already? We haven’t had desert yet.” your boss tried to convince you to stay, his wife’s starting to chime in about how amazing the deserts here were.
“It’s getting late, and you want me bright and early tomorrow for that meeting, right?”
“Right, of course.” he cleared his throat, glancing over to Sam with a smile. “I forgot about that meeting. This is why I keep you around.” he teased. “I’d forget my head if it wasn’t for you. Best damn secretary I ever had.” His wife cleared her throat, and he chuckled, taking her hand in his and kissing her knuckles. “Aside from you, dear. You were so good I married you.”
Your hand gripped Sam again, and he was quick to pick up his glass and down the contents, making you chuckle. You picked up your own glass, sipping it as Sam stood, and pulled out his wallet.
“Oh no, please, it’s on me.” Your boss held out his hand, stopping Sam. “I invited you guys out.”
Sam gave him a nod, not wanting to argue and put his wallet away. “Next one will be on us, then.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Gregory.”
“Richard, dear.”
“Good night, Dick.” Sam said before you could even open your mouth, his hand on your lower back and guiding you away.
“Good night, dear.” Your boss’s wife called out, you turned and gave her a smile and a wave.
You were tucking your blouse into your skirt when you felt Sam naked and behind you, hands gripping your hips hard as he pressed himself hard against your back. “Sam!” you giggled. “I need to get to work.”
“Not yet.” he mumbled into your skin as he nuzzled into your neck. “You're not leaving this house, not yet.”
You tried to protest, but found yourself pushed forward, bent over the bed, and Sam started to slide your panties down your thighs. You tried to straighten up, but Sam just pushed you back over. “I don’t have time, Sam, come on! You can’t keep doing this.” you chuckled.
Your panties were pooled at your feet, and Sam’s hands were on skin again, pushing your pencil skirt up and over your ass. “I’m going to fuck you.” he told you, hand gliding down over the globe of your ass until his fingers teased at your lips. “But I’m not going to knot you, not now.” he pushed two fingers in making you gasp. “Instead, I’m going to come all over your pussy, then gently put your panties back in place.”
“Sam-”
“You’re not going to clean up, you’re not going to change at any point today. You’re going to be a good little omega, and go into work smelling like your Alpha. Understood?”
“Understood, Alpha.” you looked back at him over your shoulder. “Hurry up, or I’ll be late.”
Sam smiled, fisting his cock as he lined up, then pushed home.
True to his word, rather than knot you, he pulled back, coating your pussy lips in shot after shot of come and rubbing it into your clit with the head of his cock before pulling back, reaching down for your panties and pulling them back up into place. With a firm slap on your ass, he ushered you out as he started to get ready for his own day of work. You shot him an amused glare as you pulled your skirt back down and hurried out of the bedroom.
Things were quiet at work mid afternoon. You were sitting at your desk, scrolling through social media, when you saw a post on Instagram for Sam’s firm. You smiled at the photo for a charity event that was coming up in two weeks. Sam was always pushing offering a helping hand to the local communities, be it with fund raising or offering to take on cases pro-bono. He once helped build a new house for a local family after theirs had burned down on Christmas. Dean had even come down to help. It was why Sam had hired someone to run social media accounts for the firm. He wanted people to easily be able to reach out if they need help or wanted to help those in need.
You liked the photo and clicked to go on the account profile. Curious, you clicked over to the tagged page and smiled seeing a picture of Sam with a grateful client, smiling at the camera. The caption thanking Sam for everything that he does to help people around him. It had been uploaded just before lunch, so you clicked like on it.
Another picture gave you pause, though. It was an attractive young woman, a sheer button up shirt that had several buttons open showing off ample cleavage, the camera tilted down to show it off, and a puffed out smile to make her lips look fuller. You were confused as to why the firm would be tagged in this one, so you clicked on it.
“When your boss is the hottest lawyer in the state, you gotta look good ;)”
You clenched your jaw. This was his new secretary? Hell no.
Getting up from your chair, you went around your desk and headed for your bosses office and knocked gently. “Come in.”
You pushed the door open and stepped inside. “You don’t need me anymore today, do you?” He looked up, giving you a once over. “I confirmed all your meetings for tomorrow afternoon already, and everything has been filed. Laura is also in her office today so if there is anything that comes up-”
You boss gave you a nod. “No, if you have somewhere to be, you can go.”
“Thank you, Mr. Gregory. I’ll see you tomorrow.” he gave you another nod, and you hurried back to your desk to grab your things.
You stormed your way through Sam’s firm, heels clicking harshly against the floor had people turning your way and whispering. You ignored all of them as you headed right for his office. His door was shut, but the blinds were open and what you saw had you seeing red.
Sam was focused on some papers, but the woman in there with him was focused on him. She leaned over his desk next to him, back arched pushing out her tits and ass. As she spoke, she leaned over, pointing out something that probably didn’t need pointing out, just to get her breasts closer to his face. Sam didn’t seem to notice. But that didn’t matter to you.
You shoved open his door. “Sam.” His head shot up, and so did hers. “Outside, now.”
“Excuse me,” she cut in, not even straightening up, “But Mr. Winchester is busy, and-”
“Now, Sam.” you snapped, ignoring the minor smirk that formed on Sam’s face as he stood and moved around his desk without a word.
“Sam-”
“It’s Mr. Winchester to you.” you snapped at her, then grabbed Sam’s tie as soon as he was in reach, yanking him out of the office and shutting the door. You put your back to the wall and pulled him to you, pinning yourself between it and him. “That’s the new secretary? I don’t like her.”
Sam laughed. “Why not?” Pulling out your phone, you showed him the picture, and he frowned at it and the caption. “She tagged the firm in this? Jesus Christ..”
“You know how you make sure I smell like you before you let me leave for work?”
Sam’s eyes left your phone and met yours. “Yeah?”
“Well, now.. You’re going to smell like me.”
“Oh really.” Sam’s smile was back, full of interest.
“Mhm.” you hummed. You shifted your legs apart just enough, bunching your skirt up a little, then reached up under it and past your panties. Tugging his tie, you pulled him into a deep kiss and gasped into his mouth as you pushed two fingers into yourself, collecting your slick. You broke the kiss and removed your slick coated fingers, and before Sam even opened his eyes from the kiss, you were smearing your slick across his lips. Lust burned in his eyes when they met yours again, and his lips parted taking your fingers in and sucking them clean. “You’re mine, Sam.”
Taking your fingers from his lips, Sam growled deep in his chest and pushed harder against you, taking your lips in a searing kiss as he ground himself against you.
“Fire her.”
“I need a secretary.”
“Fire her and I’ll quit my job.” you bit his bottom lip. “I’ll be your secretary.”
Sam groaned. “Fuck. I'll never get any work done.”
“Then you better keep her in line, Sam. You’re my Alpha.”
“I’m yours. And you’re mine.” he smiled. “I think I need another taste though.” he teased. “You know, to be sure she smells you on me.” Sam moved your panties aside and you gasped then whimpered when he pushed two of his own fingers inside you, pumping them a few times before pulling out and licking them clean. “Delicious.”
“Can you leave early?” you asked hopefully.
“No. I need to finish this I’m afraid.” you pouted at that. “But how about you head home and get ready for me.” he smirked. “As soon as I’m in that fucking door, I’m devouring that delicious cunt.”
You pulled him in for one more kiss before letting him pull away. You fixed your skirt, Sam adjusted his throbbing erection, and then you both opened the door to his office. She was still standing next to his desk, waiting.
Without a word, Sam made his way back to his seat to get back to work. He sent you a smile, one that you returned before you turned your attention to her. “I suggest you start dressing and behaving more appropriately, Ms. Johnson, or you’re fired.”
“It’s Lacy.” she straightened, standing her ground. “And you don’t have the right to-”
“She does, Ms. Johnson.” Sam piped up.
“She doesn’t even work here!” she whined.
Sam looked up at you, and his eyes held so much adoration and love for you. “Doesn’t matter. She’s my Omega.”
You saw realization dawn on her. She’d fucked up. “I’ve marked my territory. Cross that line again, Ms. Johnson, and you won’t like what happens. I could get away with murder. I’ve got the ‘hottest lawyer in the state’.” You gave her a triumphant smirk as she paled. “I’ll see you at home, Alpha. You’re going to scrub the stench of her perfume off, and then you’re going to devour me as promised, and knot me.”
“I’ll be home as soon as I can.” he promised. “Love you, ‘mega.”
“Love you too, Sammy.” With that, you turned and walked out, smiling to yourself as you headed for the elevator, excited for Sam to get home.
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A/N: Since I deleted my Patreon, this is one of the one-shots I posted on there! Thinking it should be a series of its own. Not sure yet. I love my teacher x student writing.
Warnings: Sexual Comments, Inappropriate Relationship, Student x Teacher, language.
[Part One?]
You frowned at the C- you got on your latest essay. What did you do wrong? You flipped through and read how he did not find your essay insightful enough. You saw other comments saying your research wasn’t done well and you were upset. You hated science as it is, so this only made it worse. You were in your senior year and you needed to pass in order to graduate. Mr. Winchester finished handing out the essays as the bell rang dismissing you for the end of the day. You walked up to Mr. Winchester and he frowned as you approached. Great.
“Mr. Winchester-?”
“Yes. Do you have time to stay after?” he asked.
“Yeah,” you answered and pulled up a chair. Mr. Winchester went through your essay with you and showed you where you needed to show more details and use your citations a bit better. You noted everything and he even offered to let you re-write it by Friday. With it only being Tuesday, you were sure you’d be able to get it done. “Thank you, Mr. Winchester,” you said. He smiled at you kindly as you stood up and he straightened his tie.
“I can tell you do not like this class,” he said.
“Yeah, I can assure you it has nothing to do with the way you teach it. I just do not like the topics,” you said.
“Oh, I understand.”
“Great… I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Bye,” Mr. Winchester smiled as you walked out.
“He’s just so… mhmmm!” your friend Cassie groaned as you slid into a booth at the coffee shop down the road from your school. Cassie was a girl you just friended when you moved to the high school. You weren’t sure who you wanted to be friends with. High school was a new time, so when Cassie said hi, you clung to her. Sometimes you hated each other, other times you got along really well.
“Mr. Winchester?”
“Yeah! C’mon! Just one look at him and you wanna drool, right?!” she grinned as she lifted her mug to her lips. You laughed at her and looked up at the door and saw none other than Mr. Winchester himself.
“Well, well,” you commented, and she turned to see him at the counter.
“No way!” she gushed, and he walked by noticing Cassie and you.
“Ladies,” he smiled kindly.
“Hi!” Cassie waved and batted her eyelashes. You kicked her from under the table and she flinched. “Y/N!” she groaned. He walked to his seat about two booths behind yours and Cassie got up.
“What’re you doing?” you asked.
“Sitting with him. C’mon,” she whispered. You picked up your mug and followed her to see she gave him her best smile. “Could we sit with you, Mr. W?”
“Uh…” he looked at both of you and around the café before nodding and gesturing to the bench in front of him. You sat down and Cassie sat next to him and he moved over awkwardly. “Do you ladies have a question about the homework?” he asked.
“Nope, just wanted to spend some time with you,” Cassie replied, and you were starting to get angry with her. She was tempting him intentionally. He didn’t deserve her harassment.
“Cassie, we really should leave him alone. I’m sure he just wanted to come get a drink and relax and not see his students during his off-hours,” you said and Cassie eyed you.
“No, it’s alright. If you girls need something?” he asked after nonchalantly sipping his coffee.
“Well, Y/N actually wanted to ask you something,” Cassie smirked. You looked at her in confusion and Mr. Winchester’s eyes wandered to yours. His beautiful candy apple green eyes…
“I did?”
“Yeah… she wanted to know if she slept with you would you raise her grade?” Cassie asked him. You and Mr. Winchester choked on your drinks and Cassie smirked evilly.
“I-I nev-er-er sai-d-d th-at…” you sputtered shocked she even thought that.
“Oh, yes you have! Plenty of times! She likes your eyes,” Cassie said lightly tapping his shoulder. Mr. Winchester sighed and sat his mug down, peeling his eyes away from me.
“Cassie, Y/N, I’d appreciate it if you both left me alone,” he said. You were beyond embarrassed. Your face was hot, and you found yourself practically running away from the booth. You left your mug and walked out of the café, angrily storming down the sidewalk. Great! Your teacher probably thinks you’re a complete freak.
“Y/N! Did you see his reaction?” Cassie laughed as she caught up to you. You didn’t say a word and kept walking. “Y/N? C’mon, you aren’t seriously mad at me?” she asked.
“I can’t? How? How could I not be mad at you!” you glared.
“It was a joke! I mean, he really does have beautiful eyes, but you obviously were shocked, he won’t think anything of it!”
“Yeah, he will! He will see me in class and want to stay on the opposite side of the classroom! That was weird, Cas, really weird!” you scolded.
“Okay, I’m sorry, geeze!”
“Whatever.”
When you got into class the next day you looked at Mr. Winchester to see he was jotting down attendance as people walked in. When you sat down, he looked at you and did a double-take before uncomfortably looking away. This was weird. Extremely weird. You had to apologize without Cassie breathing down your neck. The rest of his lesson you were constantly thinking about the appropriate way to apologize. Do you go flat out and say it, or do you hint at it without bringing up the topic? He probably knows why you’d apologize…
Class was over, and you walked up to his desk and clutched onto the strap of your bookbag for support.
“Y/N, how can I assist you?” he asked.
“I wanted… I wanted to… um…”
“It’s alright,” he said.
“Huh?”
“It’s alright. I understand. It is quite common for students to get infatuated with one of their teachers at some point,” he shrugged.
“No, no, no…” you tried but he shook his head.
“Y/N, it is perfectly normal,” Mr. Winchester smiled and stood up. You didn’t want him to think you liked him! Well, you kinda did? Well, if you could only not smell him. Like, woah, that warm vanilla and cinnamon scent was enough to drive you crazy. He looked down at you and you were frozen in place. His eyes were staring into yours, probably searching for a reason as to why you weren’t leaving. You couldn’t. He was so close to you… So close you could touch. Should you? Dean’s demeanor changed and his eyes softened as you touched his bicep and his arm slid around your waist. Within seconds your lips were pressed together in a scorching kiss that you never would have expected. Your heart was beating so fast you thought you might faint. When you pulled away, Mr. Winchester was just as frazzled as you were.
“Um…”
“I… I should go,” you said.
“Wait, maybe… Um…” he stood there and shoved his fists in his pockets. “Should we do this?”
“Do what?”
“Try this out… us?” he asked.
“No, no, this was just a weird little… close proximity, wrong timing kinda thing, right?” you asked. He nodded but didn’t look sure.
“Yeah, maybe you’re right,” he said. You nodded and went to walk away when he spun you around and kissed you again.
Guess I fell into a Cat!Au. Don’t know when I’ll get out of it. Don’t know if I want to. So enjoy cat!Dean eating a pie.
(no, he wasn’t supposed to, but he did it anyway.)
Hi I’m trying to find a fix where Cas is a human FBI agent and Anna was the angel who pulled Dean out of hell. After Sam dies Dean kidnaps Cas because Anna tells him he’s his soulmate. It’s long and and angsty, and has a sequel from Sam’s perspective in heaven. Thanks!
I think what you’re looking for is:
With Understanding by: apokteino (e, ~427.5k)
Winchester takes a deep breath. "I'm your soulmate."
Castiel should be saying something reassuring, something to convince the psychopath in front of him that he can be molded and should be kept alive. He is a trained FBI agent that has been in the Behavioral Analysis Unit for nearly a year. He knows what to do when kidnapped. Instead, "What the fuck is wrong with you?" comes out.
(Supposed serial killer Dean Winchester kidnaps his soulmate, FBI Agent Castiel Novak. What ensues is a battle of wills – one determined to be loved, and one determined to be free.)
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A supernatural au with brothers Kim Seokjin and Kim Jungkook
au: I’m sorry that I keep writing new stories. I have a problem
wc:1794
“Bitch”
“Jerk”
Seokjin and Jungkook just turned their heads slightly towards each other and had little smiles on their faces showing affection to their curse words.
“So, where to next huh? Any new cases that you happened to stumble upon.” Seokjin said as he leaned down to the passenger side window to look at his younger brother Jungkook who was usually the one always looking for anything that speaked- um actually SCREAMED monsters.
“Well there seems to be an unusual amount of ‘coyote’ attacks in California, and usually those cases end up being werewolves.” Jungkook replied quietly almost like he was mostly talking to himself and not noticing that Seokjin was next to him and was able to hear his words.
Seokjin clapped the hood of the impala causing a loud bang to echo through the car, causing Jungkook to jump slightly in his seat being snapped out of his daze. Seokjin just smirked and walked away towards the gas pump. Jungkook just mumbled to himself going back to looking at maps and newspapers.
After Seokjin put the gas pump back he came back into the car ready to start their journey to California for werewolves. Seokjin was just blasting his classic music, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel feeling the beat, while Jungkook picked up his head slowly with a slightly questioning look to his soft features.
“Have you heard from (Y/n) in a while?” Jungkook asked with worry hidden in his tone.
“No, haven't I heard from her in probably a month? But she knows how to handle herself, she is an angel after all Googie.” Seokjin responded with a nice smile pulling his plush lips upwards.
Somewhere in the middle of Kansas
All you remember was stopping at a phone booth trying to call Seokjin and Jungkook, then following a lead for demons; hoping that you would stumble upon Taehyung with you needing to have a conversation with him. Then the next, blacking out.
You were slowly starting to come too, your eyes fluttering trying to open again with black dots clouding your vision and a huge headache coming along with you causing you to wince. Slowly bringing your head up to look at your surroundings to try and make sense of your situation, deciding what is a good option on trying to escape.
You were in some room, looked like an abandoned living room of some house. The walls were barely keeping up, a couple of windows were shattered allowing for the breeze to come through with a howling coming along, there were torn curtains along with some burned to the top. There was a dining table with four chairs, one for each side. Then there was a small tv, a tattered couch, a spring with some cushioning showing. There was trash everywhere on the floor, and there was a bunch of graffiti showing that teenagers were here every now and then being their reckless selfs. You just scoffed and gagged in your mouth.
Rolling your eyes, you looked down to see yourself tied to a simple wooden chair with duct tape.
‘Are they really this stupid?’ you thought to yourself.
“Ah, I see you are awake now. How was your slumber?” Your mystery person asked.
You snapped your head up at the sound of their voice, it sounded kinda familiar. Making eye contact with the person you can’t help, but gasp.
“Taehyung! What is this? You couldn’t just have been a bit more civil!” You scoffed out.
Taehyung just laughed lowly to himself, clasping his hands behind his back and seductively licking his lips. You just gulped down saliva.
Taehyung walked slowly to your seated self, walking around you like you were some prey and he was the predator, he was wrong though you were both predators.
Taehyung was dressed in a black suit (typical for hells “dress code”). It fitted his body nicely showing off his well fit body, well the person’s body who he stole it from. He had some nice biceps, a tiny waist coming down into a nice looking butt (which you weren’t looking at), he had some nice thick thighs. His feet were covered in classy men’s dress shoes. His hands had veins visible, and his fingers were slender covered in rings. His face was so handsome, that you don’t even know if you can describe his features.
Taehyung stopped in front of you after he circled you twice. His eyes just ran up and down your body, causing a slight shiver. You saw him smirk at your action so you just stared into his eyes, showing you won’t yield to him. He decided to be the first to talk.
“So, how are your little friends?” Taehyung asked in his deep voice.
You just squint your eyes at his, wondering what he wants from you. You actually have a question for him.
“They are doing fine, I’ve kept them safe from you.” you smirked.
Taehyung just rolled his eyes and signed. You just kept your eyes on him wondering what his next step is going to be.
“So your friends don’t know what's coming then?”
“What do you mean ‘what's coming’?” you just raised your brows in question.
Taehyung lifted his head, causing his eyes to look down at you making it seem like he was superior to you. He stepped closer to you, towering over your sitting figure. His slender fingers brushed against your cheeks softly, throwing you off guard. Taehyung laughed to himself, cocking his head slightly to the left.
“Aren’t you a beautiful little thing. A beautiful, delicate girl on the outside, but on the inside you are a powerful angel from heaven able to kill anyone who gets in your way. Yet when you are given any type of physical affection it throws you off, causing your wall to crumble just a tiny bit. You probably need to work on that, maybe get one of your boys to help you.” Taehyung laughed in your face.
“You leave those boys allowed. I’ll kill you if you even touch one hair on their heads.” You sneared.
Taehyung stepped back smirking to himself. You just wanted to smack him so hard in the face, he won’t be able to feel anything for a few hours.
“Well, knowing how you feel about those boys, maybe I should just send some minions after them. See if they can cause any damage to their pretty faces. We’ll see what you’ll do after.”
With that Taehyung just backed further away from you and disappeared.
Muir Woods National Monument: San Francisco, CA
“Well it doesn’t seem like there is a whole lot of ‘coyote’ active as the newspaper advertised.” Seokjin just mumbled to himself after he and Jungkook left the rangers office to try and see what they were working with, it looked like not a whole lot.
“Well maybe we should go ask the person who was attacked, they did end up in the hospital so they could have gotten some cuts if it was an actual werewolf.” Jungkook tried to reason as they got to the impala and hopped in to drive to the hospital.
They got to the hospital and went to go see the patient to try and get an understanding of their injuries. When they saw them they looked scared, but not like a werewolf had done it.
“Hello sir, we are national rangers over at Muir Woods monument and just wanted to ask you some questions about your incident in our parks.” Seokjin told the victim as he and Jungkook showed some type of ids to the person. They just nodded their heads and answered their questions.
“I was camping and decided to go for a little hike. As I was walking I saw something in the distance, and I didn’t want to find out what it was because you know horror movie people always make the dumb decisions. Well as I was walking back someone just suddenly popped up in front of me out of nowhere! Then they just grabbed me and started to claw at my body. I was screaming as loud as I could hoping that someone would be able to hear me, a ranger or just a random passerby, then when they threw onto the ground after they were done they did the weirdest thing. They grabbed my phone and called 911 then hung up and then when they threw my phone on the ground they crouched down beside my head and leaned down toward my ear. They whispered like they were telling me a secret.”
“Well what did they say?” Jungkook asked puzzled.
“They said, ‘tell the Kim’s that I have their little angel and to call them for information’.” The victim ended their retelling of their attack.
Jungkook just looked at Seokjin and saw that he shared the same look of worry on his face as he was sure that Jungkook had on his.
“Thank you sir, that will be all. We hope for a fast recovery.” Seokjin said cooly and bowed to the person showing their respects. Jungkook followed Seokjin and bowed as well, leaving the room.
Seokjin and Jungkook just walked through the corridors of the hospital in silence deciding what their next move should be. Their steps slowed when they got to the impala, just stopping at their doors, tapping the roof with their knuckles and fingers nails.
“Okay, so who do we call then?”
“Ghostbusters, Jungkook thats who.” Seokjin replied with little sarcasm in his tone.
Jungkook just threw is hands up into the air while rolling his eyes away from his brother.
“Some random monster has (Y/n), can you try and take this a bit more serious Hyung!” Jungkook yelled to his brother, causing Seokjin to raise his eyebrows at his younger.
“Jungkook of course I’m taking this serious. You know I care about (Y/n) too, but you obviously care for her for a different reason.” Seokjin spoke slowly as he was putting the information together in his head.
Jungkook just kept his head turned towards the floor of the hospital parking lot running his hands through his hair. Seokjin just laughed quietly to himself, turning his head up towards the sky remembering something you said to them in the past-
“If you ever need me and you haven’t seen me in a while, just pray to me. I’ll get your message.” you said to the boys with a smile on your lips and then you just- left.
Seokjin decided to give it a try even if he wouldn’t be able to get any response from you, but he just wanted to make sure you knew that they were okay and they were going to find you.
i’ve been following this spn social media/ famous actors au thing on instagram and have been trying to find one on here for sooo long like can someone just write one already because i’m too lazy to do it
Summary: Dean Winchester has played in the Los Angeles for a couple years, trying to get a break through with his music. He always felt like he was missing a melody in his life. That was until he possibly found someone to sing the tune.
Pairing: AU!Dean × OC Faith Ramsey (reader)
Word Count: 1,526
Warnings: None
A/N: Hi! This is my first one shot on here, so I apologise for any mistakes. Feedback is welcome! This is based off the song One Man Band by Old Dominion. Enjoy!
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Beep! Beep! Beep!
Dean groans as he sits up in his Impala, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He reaches for his phone on the dash and turns the alarm off. It was six thirty in the morning, giving Dean time to get ready for one of the busiest times of the day in Los Angeles.
Stepping out of his beloved car, he stretches out all of his limbs. Dean takes a deep breath as he looks around the parking garage that he had stayed the night in. Since the only way he earned money was from playing his guitar, he didn't have enough to buy a place to stay in a city such as Los Angeles, so his car would have to do.
He climbs back into his car and cranks it up, Van Morrison's Brown Eyed Girl blasting on the radio. Dean flinches slightly at the volume as he quickly turns it down. He changes the station until he finds a song the satisfies him before he pulls off.
Dean later pulls up to a familiar place with the lit up sign that reads ‘Benny's Café’. After he parks his car, he walks into the cafe, smelling the delicious breakfast that was being prepared in the kitchen. He sits in his regular seat, which was a corner booth, as he pulls out his notebook that was filled with songs that was written by him from his bag.
“Good mornin’, Winchester. I see that you're just in time to help clean the place before the morning rush comes through.” The chef and owner, Benny, says as he steps out of the kitchen.
Dean shakes his head, smiling slightly, before he looks up at his friend. “This place would be dirty as hell if it weren't for me,” Dean jokes as he stands up from his seat, closing his secretive notebook.
Benny shakes Dean's hand as he walks to the counter. “You might be right about that, brother. You know where the rag is, get to it,” Benny calls as he returns back to the kitchen.
Dean walks behind the counter to grab the rag and bucket, filling it up with clean water. He cleans the counter before he makes his round to each table. When he finishes, he washes the rag out and cleans himself up just as Benny turns on the neon open sign.
“Here's the usual,” Benny states as he lays down a plate of eggs, bacon, and hash browns, along with a black coffee. Dean mutters a thank you before digging into his delicious breakfast.
Under his coffee, he finds a twenty dollar bill. “Benny, we agreed that...”
“I know, I know. Just call it a head start on today's pay at the subway,” Benny interrupts. He waves off Dean's protesting as he welcomes the customers that had just walked in.
After finishing his breakfast, Dean puts his things back into his backpack and hesitantly slips the twenty into his pocket. Throwing his bag over his shoulder, he waves goodbye to Benny. “Better see ya tomorrow, bright and early. Unless you finally get a gig somewhere,” Benny calls out. “That'll be the day,” Dean calls back before he walks out the door.
It was a little after seven o'clock when Dean arrived at the subway. He grabbed his guitar and stool out of the backseat before he made his way to his normal spot, laying out his guitar case in front of him. He placed the stool down to sit on as he began to tune his guitar.
People rushed passed him to get to their designations, some pushing and shoving. The city was a weird place to live when someone like him lived in a place like Lawrence, Kansas all of his life. However, the more people there were, the higher the chance of getting paid.
Dean begun to strum the chords to Always by Bon Jovi. He took a couple breaths before he sang the first verse. “This Romeo is bleeding, but you can't see his blood...”
Four Hours Later...
Around fifty, maybe sixty, bucks laid in his open guitar case. A couple of people that were waiting for their train had stop to listen to him, and an elderly woman complemented his playing and singing abilities. It was sometime after eleven, but Dean felt exhausted. Doing the same routine everyday was starting to get dull.
Dean grabbed his water bottle and took a swig out of it. The somewhat cool water was refreshing as it went down his throat. He decided that maybe one more song wouldn't hurt, then he would be back in time for rush hour that late afternoon.
Picking his guitar back up, he strummed some random chords, waiting for a song to come to him. Maybe some Lynyrd Skynyrd would do the trick.
He picked the strings to the melody of one song that he had played what felt like a thousand times over the years. However, before he could start with the verse, someone had beat him to it.
“If I leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me?”
Dean immediately stopped playing, scanning the subway to find the voice that had mesmerized him. Across from him was a woman with a Virginia Cavaliers football hoodie, singing the song that he was previously playing.
“For I must be traveling on now, ’cause there's too many places I've got to see.”
She was singing aloud, a melody obviously playing in her head. A tin box was on the ground in front of her, so she was here for the same reason Dean was.
Before he even knew it, he picked up from where she had left off in the song, and started strumming it.
“But if I stayed here with you, girl, things just couldn't be the same.”
It was her who stopped this time to see who had joined her on her singing. She looked around until she made eye contact with Dean, smiling slightly to herself. They silently made the agreement to continue it together.
“’Cause I'm a free as a bird now, and this bird, you cannot change.”
They both continued to sing the song together, sometimes taking turns. Strangers would had thought that they had sung this song multiple times together before. People had stopped to listen to them, and it was the biggest crowd of people that Dean had gained for an audience.
Bills had found their way into both Dean's guitar case and the woman's tin box. This was the most money Dean had made on one song alone.
When the song came to an end, the crowd cheered them on, and Dean felt like he was on top of the world. He looked across to see the woman smiling, and God, it was breathtaking.
Soon after, the crowd had dispersed, and Dean had to talk to the woman that started the same melody as him. It would be idiotic if he didn't. He quickly put all the money in his bag, where it would wait until it was counted later, and placed his guitar into it's case. Dean ran his fingers into his hair to fix it up some and took a deep breath before walking over to her.
“That was... awesome,” Dean complimented her, mentally cringing at himself. The woman smiled up at him. “Yeah, I know. You can play the guitar very well. And your singing isn't too bad either,” she replied as she picked up her tin box.
Dean set down his guitar and stuck out his hand. “My name's Dean Winchester,” he introduced himself. The woman gladly shook his outstretched hand. “Faith Ramsey.”
“So, I haven't seen you around here before. Are you new in town?” Dean questions as he picks up his guitar. “Yeah, just got here a couple days ago. I've been trying to get here for a little over a year now,” Faith answers, shrugging slightly.
Dean gives her a sympathetic smile. “It's not all what it's cut out to be, is it?”
Faith sighs and nods, putting her tin box in her backpack. “But hey, I did just have a mini concert with a stranger I met in the subway. I'd call that a win," she smiles at him. Dean shakes his head, chuckling to himself. “I'd call that a win, too,” he says.
She throws her bag over her shoulder, looking down the poorly lit subway. “I guess I'll see you around, Dean. It was nice meeting you. Maybe we can do it again someday?” Faith says, looking back at him.
Dean's face falls a little, but he hides the disappointment that follows. “Yeah, maybe,” he replies. Faith gives him one last smile before she heads down the subway to the stairs that lead up to the unforgiving city.
As Dean watched her walk away, lyrics filled his mind. He didn't know where they came from, but he would have to write them down when he gets back to his car.
