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Hey everyone! I (Bee) am too busy this year to host this, so I’m really pleased to see the pond doing it!

If you’re not a member of the pond, it’s a great writing resource for spn fanfic writers. You should absolutely sign up ❤️

Hope you all have a great Christmas 🎄❤️

SPNFanFicPond Secret Santa Fic Exchange!

You requested it, so the Pond Santa dug deep into her sack of toys to bring you a Secret Santa Fic Exchange!

The rules are simple:

Must be a Pond member to participate. Joining is easy! Read over the Pond Sorting Hat to find out what kind of member you would like to be, then send us an ASK!

To keep this low pressure, we don't expect anything more than a drabble. If you decide to get all wordy, that's up to you!

To sign up: Fill out this form here so we know what kind of fic you would like to receive and what kind of fic you are willing to write.

Deadline to sign up is Tuesday, November 30th, midnight Pacific US Time. Please, if you have any doubts about completing a fic in the time frame required, do not sign up. We don't want any disappointed receivers!

Pond Santa will try her best to match up writers and receivers so everyone gets what they want!

Deadline to gift your fic to your receiver is Friday, December 31st, midnight Pacific US Time!

The story must be SPN fan fiction, since we are an SPN writing group.

Use a Keep Reading cut if your story is more than 500 words.

Tag your story with the appropriate trigger warning tags and list them in the author’s note.

Our preferred header format is here.

Use the hashtag #SPNFanFicPond Secret Santa when you post your story and tag the @spnfanficpond and @mrswhozeewhatsis.

In order for this to work, we're going to need at least ten participants! If we don't get ten by the deadline, we will have to call the whole thing off.

Any questions? Send us an ASK!

So, go forth, and sign up, and maybe you can get a Sam, too!! (Or whomever your little heart desires!)

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Hope everyone had a lovely Christmas!

Everyone should have now received their Secret Santa Fic, unless I've been in touch and told you why there's a delay with yours.

I have reblogged every entry to this blog and I've tagged both the writer and the receiver by blog name. So in theory if you search your blog name on this blog, your entry and your gift should come up!

If you've yet to see/read your gift and can't find it on here, please let me know and I'll see if I can send you a direct link.

Thank you to everyone who took part in the first SPN Secret Santa Fic Exchange and made it such a huge success! It was so lovely to see so many people coming together, especially with all the divide there's been in this fandom this year ❤️

I would love to do it again next year, and if you would too, keep following this blog and keep your eyes open for sign ups later on in the year 😘

Lots of love,

Bee ❤️

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Dirty Motel Sheets

Pairing: Wincest x Reader very bottom!Reader, bottom!Sam, top!Dean

Word Count: 2813

Warnings: All the smut a threesome can ask for! Dirty talk, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, unprotected sex, drinking, cursing, and of course Christmas

Summary: Maybe it’s the Southern Comfort in the eggnog but this Christmas just got a little more steamy and incestuous. 

Author’s Note: Happy Christmas my lovelies! It’s been a very long time since I’ve written, let alone posted a fic. But here we are, at the end of the dumpster fire that was 2020 and I bring you this @spnsecretsantaficexchange​ for the lovely host @negans-lucille-tblr​. She took pity on me and let me join her exchange at the last minute. Thank you for that darling. I know I missed the deadline but I hope this is worth it! Beta by the wonderfully talented @kayteonline​

Christmas as a hunter didn’t mean much. There was no Christmas tree. No lights, strung garlands, or shiny round ornaments. Presents, if there were any, came from other hunters. A new machete, a jar of dead man’s blood, or a new flask to keep holy water.

This Christmas however, came with a gift you’d been fantasizing about since you first heard of the Winchester’s. There was always talk of the two handsome men who traveled across the country in their black beauty of an automobile. How they only truly trusted each other and that their love for each other ran pretty deep.

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More Than Perfect

A/N: My entry for the @spnsecretsantaficexchange​. So this is for @cajunquandary​

Fandom: Supernatural. 

Pairing: Dean x Reader. 

Warnings: None. (except that this is unbetaed and probably full of grammar mistakes)

Wordcount: 1251

Behind the wheel of the Impala was Dean’s happy place, no doubt about it. He loved driving through the night after a successful hunt, soft tunes coming from the radio as he navigated the empty roads, Sam asleep in the passenger seat, and you curled up in the back. It filled him with a serenity that was hard to come by in this life. Tonight was different though. Sam had fallen asleep a while ago, but you sat quietly in the back seat with an empty look in your eyes as the world passed by the window. Dean kept stealing glances at you through the mirror, but not once did you meet his eyes. This had been a successful hunt, an easy salt and burn for once, but something in you had changed after and Dean had no idea what it was. He hadn’t even noticed until you were all getting in the car and you didn’t try and convince him to let you drive, or bargain with Sam for the front seat. 

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Truly

Summary: A salt and burn in Colorado takes a wrong turn, and you find yourself in a deadly situation with your greatest secret revealed.

Pairing: Alpha!Sam x ??Reader 

Warnings: a/b/o, true mates, case!fic, angst, smut, fluffy finish, fuck or die, mutual pining  

Wordcount: 6,398 (I am so sorry!!!!!)

Divider by: @firefly-in-darkness​ / @firefly-graphics​

A/N: this is my submission for the @spnsecretsantaficexchange​ hosted by the wonderful and patient @negans-lucille-tblr​. Thank you so much for granting me an extension and being so patient about literally everything getting in the way of this! My secret santa was @moosekateer13​ ! I really hope you like it! This was my 1st time writing a/b/o so hopefully this turned out good!!

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY. DO NOT REPOST MY WORK ON ANY OTHER SITES.

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Sam leaned his head back in frustration, taking deep, heaving breaths.  He could feel his blood boil and his skin prickle.  Sam grit his teeth in an attempt to ground himself as he continued to work the ropes that bound him.  Nearby, Dean fidgeted with his own bindings, although he wasn’t having much better luck.  Across the room, you were slumped over in the chair you were bound to, twitching and whimpering despite being unconscious.

It was just supposed to be a milk run, a simple salt and burn in a tiny Colorado town.  Over the past several weeks, half a dozen people had turned up dead after going out to chop their own Christmas trees.  A trip to the coroner’s office revealed each victim’s heart had been frozen solid, with ice crystals and what essentially looked like freezer burn visible without a microscope.  What was just as concerning was that every single victim had been an omega.

When you and the Winchesters found out that whatever it was had been targeting omegas, you had immediately started acting off.  Sam couldn’t quite figure out why though—you were a beta, and he and Dean were both alphas—none of you were at risk.  Sam had asked you if you felt okay, but you had brushed him off, making some excuse about wanting to get home to the bunker in time for Christmas.  Dean, of course, couldn’t resist teasing you, asking if there was some “Secret Santa” you’d hoped to get back to.  You had simply rolled your eyes and retorted that you didn’t need some alpha to make your own Christmas cheer.

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Helping Hands

A/N: This is my Secret Santa Fic Exchange, for @roonyxx​. I apologize for nothing.

Square Filled (@spnkinkbingo): Hand Kink

Square Filled ( @spndeanbingo​ ): Friends to Lovers

Square Filled ( @spnquotebingo​ ): [quote bolded in fic]

Characters: Dean Winchester, reader

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

Genre: Smutty fluff with a side of angst

Rating: M

Warnings: Pining, Dean is a dumbass, femdom, sub Dean, hand kink, handjob, teasing, explicit language, orgasm delay, praise kink. No coitus in this fic.

Word Count: 2403

Summary: Dean can’t stop staring at her hands, imagining what she could do to him. It’s distracting. 

Created for: @spnkinkbingo / @spndeanbingo​ / @spnquotebingo​ /  @roonyxx​ / @spnsecretsantaficexchange​

Read it on AO3

Her fingers dexterously disassembled the handgun, piece by piece; her hands moving across the towel in front of her on the bed, sorting the pieces into a familiar pattern. He was supposed to be researching the case they were on, but the sight of her distracted him. It always did. Those hands that handled the small metal parts with such ease were equally capable of beheading a monster in a single stroke. And yet, when tending to a wound, they were so gentle and careful. 

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Hands that Heal

Link: (coming soon to Ao3)

Summary: Sometimes all you need is a little push the right direction…

Created for: @negans-lucille-tblr SPN Secret Santa Fic Exchange

Rating: 18+ only

Pairing: Dean x OFC (Jay)

Warnings: Jealous Dean, fluff, smut, smidge of angst, medical IV (briefly), unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap the willy)

Wordcount: 3.8k

A/N: Happy Holidays, @jay-and-dean! I was so ecstatic to have received your name and hope that my ramblings make you smile a little.

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It’s a funny thing, the way everyone goes on about the eyes being windows to the soul. Of course, they can be very telling, and if you ever catch yourself getting lost in those of the Winchesters, how could you believe anything else? Or perhaps you are more like Jay. 

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Christmas Eve Surprise

While Sam and Eileen head off for Christmas Eve, Dean has a surpise of his own for the reader. 

@superbadassnatural I hope you enjoy this and I hope it gives you Christmas joy!

Dean and Reader

Warnings: FLUFF, Romance so sweet your teeth will rot, implied smut

              The bunker was decorated, the food was prepped, the gifts were wrapped, and everything was quiet, too quiet. Sam and Eileen had gone away for the night, being as he was proposing tonight so it was understandable. I grabbed the tub of cookies baked from earlier in the day and two huge mugs of hot chocolate. I walked into the Dean cave and saw a few candles lit, the fireplace roaring, and a huge blanket in front of the fireplace. “Dean? What is this?” He turned and smiled then grabbed the items I was holding. “It’s just you and me baby and I’m going to give you an amazing night.”

              I giggled as he pulled me into his arms, slowly moving to the soft Christmas Jazz playing in the background. “So first we’re going to slow dance a bit, then we’re going to make some snacks and grab that bottle of wine you snuck in here, then we’re going to watch Christmas movies and get a buzz then lose the clothes for some adult fun.” I giggled and kissed him lovingly. “Sounds like a plan baby.”

              We held each other tightly as we slow danced, humming into my ear. After what felt like forever he pulled away and smiled at me. “Snacks and alcohol next.” He pointed to the couch as he left to grab whatever he had in mind. After twenty minutes he came back in a huge tray filled with meats, cheeses, fruits, and olives along with a huge variety of crackers. “Baby, this looks so good.” He poured the wine into our glasses and sat down next to me pulling me in close. “First movie is Polar Express.”

              As the movie played we happily munched and drank. The next movie was ‘Elf’ and I just giggled and snuggled close to him. The first time I met Dean I never thought I would be the one he would be with. I was so self-conscience about myself and not to mention very shy, but he sauntered on over and talked to me. It wasn’t until three years later he came knocking on my motel room door, tears running down his face as he recounted the details of the last 24 hours.

              I just held him close and let him grieve how he needed to. After he tuckered himself out I ordered pizza and went down to the gas station to grab two six packs. The food was inhaled, and I sent Dean to get a hot shower and get comfortable. Since then we were inseparable. He was my rock, my safe place, more importantly he was home for me. “Sweetheart…”

              I looked up to see his beautiful green eyes and then smiling. He pointed up to show mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. I grabbed his face and pulled it to me for a heavy make out session, happy and giggling. “Sweetheart, you make me the happiest man on earth, and I know I should have done this sooner baby, but will you marry me? Be mine forever?” I whimpered out a yes and he slid the most beautiful ring on my finger. “So what do you say we do some of those adult activities you told me about?”

              His eyes lit up with glee. He stood up and yanked me up over his shoulder carrying me to the bedroom. Merry Christmas indeed.

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Merry, Merry Christmas

Summary: The Winchesters are gathering for Christmas. Y/N is excited to celebrate the festivities with her boyfriend’s family for the first time. Pairing: Dean x Reader Word count: 2,946 Warnings: fluff fluff, Dean being grumpy and cute, teeny tiny angst if you squint. A/N: hey, @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad​! I was your Secret Santa for @negans-lucille-tblr​’s SPN Secret Santa Fic Exchange. I’m sorry it took me so long to post. From the bottom of my heart, I truly hope you enjoy this!

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“We got everything we need?” Dean asked as he placed the bags on the trunk of the Impala.

“Yep,” you said. “Now can we go, please? I’m freezing to death here.”

“Yeah, just lemme arrange some stuff here. You’re taking lotta stuff, sweetheart,” he said with a smile, storing the bags.

“We’re spending five days at your parents’ house. Of course I’m taking a lot of stuff. Plus, the presents I bought are in there, too.”

Dean only chuckled before shutting the trunk and circling to hop in the car. You climbed on the passenger side, urging to turn on the heater. He jammed the key in the ignition and got rid of his gloves, rubbing his palms together and blowing into them in hopes his warm breath would make them less cold.

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I Still Don’t Like You

Characters: Dean x Plus-size!reader, Sam

Word Count: ~3.2k

Warnings: Smut! Slight angst, Fluff, Protective!Dean, language, enemies-to-lovers (-ish, I think)

A/N: This here is written for the SPN Secret Santa Fanfic Exchange hosted by the lovely @negans-lucille-tblr . Dedicated to @winchestershiresauce , I hope you like it, sweets! Fair warning, first time attempting plus-size!reader, I hope I did okay 😅

📸 cred: to rightful owners

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Here’s my full Masterlist if you’d like to read more!☺️

“Look, all I’m saying is, maybe she could actually figure this out. Dean, we have no other leads, no witnesses, and about a hundred guesses which are only that, guesses.”

Sam ran his hand through his long, chestnut hair. The brothers had been working a case in Wyoming for nearly a week and had been coming up empty during their research. Without much to go on, Sam had decided that outside help may be needed and called his long-time friend, Y/N.

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Merry… Birthday?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: You love christmas, but Dean doesn’t. Yet, he might make an exception for your birthday this year.

A/N: This one goes for @negans-lucille-tblr​ ‘s secret fic exchange. My secret Santa was @katymacsupernatural​. Hey, honey! I hope you enjoy this and happy birthday! You deserve double presents, so here’s mine. All mistakes are mine!

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You loved Christmas.

It was probably a nostalgic longing for your long gone urban life. Just in the same way you’d still catch yourself looking through the news for election results or feel your stomach twist if you didn’t eat homemade food at least twice a week. You were dead to the government and certainly spent more on the road than in a home. Besides, you had met up with God enough times to know him. All the encounters and screaming and unapologetic abandonment should make you want to throw any baby Jesus against a wall or even climb on a Christmas tree just to shout about all the hoaxes so perfectly molded in patterns through our brains like braids.

Yet, something about you loved christmas. 

The pretty lights always shining, it didn’t matter where you go. For once, all the city– everything would be entirely made of light. Their incandescent glow always companishing each person, either it was in an once treacherous alley or only to make the kids’ grin bigger as they watched them among the busy streets with wide eyed gazes. The confusion in the kitchen that often ended up with huffs bursting into chuckles between the smell of meals that were too much and would make a room for leftovers for the rest of the week. How everything seemed to be made only of happiness, and nothing could ever cut through those water; all the knives were suddenly swords for kids to play and no white gun. In Christmas, a house became a kingdom for every heart. Everything was good and felt through the skin to the bone, like a single glimpse, a hidden day of what would be paradise.

That was how you were raised, at least. The Winchesters didn’t share the same mindset, no. While you grew up with decorating the tree, they were hiding bodies in the dim light. Leftovers were all through their whole year, and Christmas was described as good or not with one single criteria: snow streets. They had to take one? Annoying date. They didn’t and there was eggnog? Bearable Jesus’s birthday.

Yet, you attempted to make the bunker the more festive possible: buying a bunch of christmas lights, cookies’ ingredients and even a small nativity scene. Your attempts to enjoy the date’s niciities ended up with Sam breaking his arm after crashing on the ground because you insisted on him putting the lights in a place higher than his age, not to mention the burned cookies that looked more like tiny monsters than gingerbread men.

Your parents used to make this look so much easier.

Although the youngest Winchester understood a little more about the concept of holidays, a believer in the good until the very end, his brother didn’t share the idea. You couldn’t say you were surprised. Dean just had two barely normal christmas in his life: one when he was dying and one with Lisa and Ben. Both situations made it to his heart only to shatter from the inside.

‘’Baby Jesus?’’ Dean snorted, shaking his head at the sight of you adjusting the weird little dolls in the nativity. He placed another ruined cook in his mouth, speaking with his mouth full next: ‘’We have the son of Lucifer, guess that counts.’’

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Pairings: Sam Winchester x Reader

Trope: Enemies to lovers  @serenityhayato​ ( WRITTEN FOR @negans-lucille-tblr​‘s SPN FIC EXCHANGE )

Warnings: Death of a friend, Canonical Gore (werewolf attack), Cursing, Smut (rough Sam, light choking, hand job, oral if you squint- male receiving, unprotected sex), Probably sex at inappropriate times if I’m being honest

Word Count: 7500 (I am so sorry I didn’t realize until I went to post this that it had a 3k word limit… this was definitely my bad but I’ve spent a week writing this and really didn’t want to scrap the whole thing to fit the word limit. I didn’t realize how carried away I got in the set up)

A/N: I have never written anything for Sam before, much less smut, but I wanted to give it a shot. I’m sorry if it’s totally OOC. I was trying to go off the knowledge that he’s canonically pretty rough in bed. I also couldn’t imagine him being super talkative and vocal. I don’t know, I’m just kinda stressed about this one. Also, this was probably definitely an inappropriate time for them to get down and dirty but my brain was glitching on any other idea so I hope you don’t hate it! Happy holidays!

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Sam Winchester.

The name alone made your blood boil.

You’d met the man for the first time, just before your hunting career began and quite frankly, you weren’t sure if you could ever truly forgive him for what he’d done.

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Holidate: Part I

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Jamie (@may85​)

Tags: swearing, alcohol, some fluff, some crack, this is very PG for the most part

Summary: Jamie and Dean have both had bad luck with relationships (and the recent holidays). When they meet one another at the mall, Dean gets an idea that could potentially fix their problems.

Word count: 3.7k

A/N: So, I might have gotten a little carried away with this one. By that I mean, I’ve worked on nothing but this for the past week or so. You requested soulmates and fake dating be included and I had just watched the movie “Holidate” before diving into this fic and so… the idea arose. I didn’t read the rules fully (which is honestly so like me and I’m SORRY) but basically, what I have written out so far is 10.9k words and I’m only halfway through but per the rules, I’ve shortened it down as much as I could and I’ll be posting in parts. This is probably one of my most favorite fics I’ve written, and I wanted it to be comfortable for everyone to read, so if you want to read the reader insert version you can read that version here! I will be posting the other parts within the next few days!

This was written for @negans-lucille-tblr​‘s @spnsecretsantaficexchange​!

Thanksgiving Day

JAMIE’S POV

You watched in disinterest as your brother got down on one knee and proposed to his girlfriend (of six months) in your family’s living room. Not that you weren’t happy for him, finding love or whatever, but this just meant the next few holidays were going to be absolute hell for you. Everyone in your family was now pretty much married, engaged, or dating. Everyone except you, which sucked extra hard because you were a girl and you were the oldest, which just meant a constant stream of questions like, “Jamie, when are you getting married?” or “Jamie, have you tried this dating app?” or “Jamie, have you found ‘the one’ yet?”. You stifled a scoff. “The one”. What a fucking joke. You tried your best to plaster on a fake smile and pretend to be happy for your little brother, although, besides being bitter about your own mess of a love life, he had only known the girl six months and you didn’t think that it was a good idea all-around. And Thanksgiving? Why’d he had to do it at Thanksgiving? You couldn’t name a more un-romantic holiday.

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Our Story

Sam Winchester x reader 

For @negans-lucille-tblr​ SPN Secret Santa Fic Exchange. My SS: @pinknerdpanda​ 

a/n: I kinda got carried away and this was super long and I had to keep editing it down. Sorry it took so long ♥️

5k words // all mistakes and bad writing are mine. 

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“Did you find everything okay?“ The cashier asks me as he eyes my gummy worms, popcorn, hot chocolate, Cheetos, mint ice-cream, and Oreos, before looking up at me with a look. I suddenly feel like a little kid who was let free in a candy store. 

"Yup, this is everything. Movie night with the kids.” I lie with a smile. 

“Ahh.” He nods as he starts to ring up the junk without another word. And thank God for that. I didn’t need to feel purchase shamed. It’s Friday night, I’m off of work for the weekend, and this is my money. I can spend it how I want. And what I want is to get junk food and not leave my apartment until Monday morning. I pay quickly, skipping my receipt, and grabbing my packed plastic bag. “Happy holidays. Enjoy your night.” The cashier calls. 

“Thank you, you too.” The door chimes when I pull it open to step out into the freezing night. The street lights are on but the streets are empty. The sidewalks are even emptier, except for a homeless man playing his guitar and singing ‘Joy To The World’ while his dog sleeps nearby. 

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Christmas Cheer

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Warnings: slightly Sad!Sam, fluff

Summary: After a bad hunt, you set out to lift Sam’s spirits with a bit of Christmas cheer.

Word Count: 678

A/N: This is for the SPN Secret Santa Exchange hosted by the lovely @negans-lucille-tblr​! I had the pleasure of writing for @peridottea91​ and I hope you enjoy it!

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The Winchester Carol

Summary: Their most important battle is ahead of them and the Winchesters do not know how it will play out. As the leaves fall from trees from the cool wind bring winter to Kansas, Dean Winchester decides to make this holiday season special for the only other person to be by his side. Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: Fluff/Slight Angst/Slight AU (you’ll see) Word Count: 1370 Secret Santa: @jaceyneedsabetterusername​ A/N 1: This is for @negans-lucille-tblr​ SPN Secret Santa Fic Exchange A/N 2: I’m sorry in advance.

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Dream A Little Dream

Characters → Y/N & Dean Winchester.

Summary → Y/N has always daydreamed of Dean being more than a friend regardless of knowing she wasn’t his type. Is she going to be able to keep her feelings in check when they pretend to be a couple in their hunt for a witch?

Word Count → 2.9k

Warnings → 18+, a little bit of angst, low self-esteem, fluff. Sexy things. Happy ending.

Beta → @princessmisery666 & @daydream3r-xo // all mistakes are my own.

A/N → This is my Secret Santa fic for @spnsecretsantaficexchange & this story is being gifted to @waywardnerd67 who asked for a friends to lovers, only one bed & plus size reader fic - I hope you enjoy this lovely!

Masterlist

Dean Winchester: a man full of love for the world that didn’t appreciate him. He was a hunter, hero, and saviour. Not that he’d ever call himself anything like that, he was too modest. It was just the family business, saving people, hunting things. And Y/N was lucky, or not so lucky, to experience all of this with him. As his friend. 

Even if it pained Y/N to be near Dean; his charm, his sense of humour, his body, his warmth, all she wanted was to have him closer. Have them be skin to skin, holding onto another tightly in a lover’s embrace. All Y/N wanted was for him to hold her tight, to whisper that he loved her. But she realised, a long time ago, that Dean Winchester would never see her as anything other than a friend.

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