#Kari and Ida's 12 Days of Christmas Challenge

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Written in Sugar

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Written for Kari @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and Ida’s @like-a-bag-of-potatoes 12 Days of Christmas

Today’s Prompt: Baking Cookies

A/N: Probably not the best. Feeling a little rusty after taking some time away from writing due to a sore wrist. 

“Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow,” you sang along to the radio, wiping your flour covered hands along your jeans. You were sure there was flour in your hair, maybe even on your nose. Your fingers were covered in food coloring, but you didn’t mind. You were in your element, completely happy. Christmas music was playing, cookies were baking. A batch was freshly cooled and ready for decorating while the first batch was already covered in bright and cheery frosting.

The only thing that could have made today better was if Jensen had found his way home. It was only a couple of days until Christmas, and he was still filming in Vancouver.

You had a special cookie for him, setting on the side of the drying rack. You planned on wrapping it by itself, giving it to him the morning of Christmas. 

Still smiling, you began rolling out the next batch of cookies, the radio still blaring Christmas songs loud enough that the sound of the garage door shutting wasn’t heard. Humming along, you placed the reindeer shaped cookie on the sheet, reaching to grab another one when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist.

Squealing, you reached for the rolling pin when the familiar laughter broke through the christmas song currently playing on the radio. “What did I say about playing your music so loud?”

“That I wouldn’t hear if anyone was here,” you answered, turning around in his arms so you could squeeze him tight. “But it’s Christmas music!” 

Rolling his eyes, he reached up, gently wiping the flour from your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “I’m so glad I made it home today. I love it when you bake.”

Standing on your tiptoes, you pressed your lips to his for a moment, relieved he had made it home safe and sound. “The best present I could ask for. And it’s not even Christmas yet.”

You could see him inching his hand closer to the tray of cookies, his body pressing tight against yours. So caught up in the feel of his arms around you, you didn’t notice at first what cookie he had grabbed. But when he raised it to his mouth, you noticed the different colored frosting. “Jensen, wait!” You exclaimed. “Not that cookie!”

His mouth open, his eyebrow raised, he glanced down at the cookie, wondering exactly what was so special about it. You could tell the exact moment he noticed, his eyes widening, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. “Is this...are we....?”

“Yep. It was your Christmas present,” you answered. Quickly setting the cookie down, he glanced down at your still normal sized belly. “I found out a couple of days ago, and tried to figure out the perfect way to tell you.” 

“Anyway is perfect. This has to be the best present ever,” he exclaimed, pulling you in for a hug. 

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Christmas Eve

Word Count: 624

A/N: This is the eleventh chapter of the 12 Days of Christmas challenge @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @thing-you-do-with-that-thing created.  I will be posting a new chapter each day until Christmas. 

I found the hunter carols on pinterest from Supernatural Christmas Carols and had to include the idea on here.

If any of you would like to be added to my Christmas tags, please let me know.

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You watched out of the back window of the impala as the sun started to set in the distance.  Colors of red replaced the quiet blue of the sky and you tried to hide your disappointment, but Dean saw it and stepped harder on the gas.

“We are almost home.”  He said, his green eyes glashing up at you in the rear view mirror. You gave him a tight lipped smile in return and pulled your jacket tighter around you.

“For all this cold, you would think we would at least get some snow.”  You mumbled to yourself.

“Hey, Dean, do you remember any of those carols we heard as kids?”  Sam asked him, trying to distract you.

“What carols?”  Dean asked, looking at Sam like he was crazy.  You bit your lip at the bitch face Sam gave him back.  “Oh, those hunter carols?”  Dean said, realizing what Sam was up to.

“Hunter carols”  you couldn’t help but ask, sitting up so you could lean ove the middle of the seat between them.

“Yeah, they were hunter’s songs, but to the music of Christmas carols.”  Sam explained.

“I used to think Dad just made those up.”  Dean chuckled.

  By the time the impala pulled up into the garage of the bunker, all three of you were singing hunter’s carols, and you had almost forgotten about missing on Christmas at the bunker.  You got out the car and started to head inside, but Sam grabbed your arm to stop you.

“I’m sorry about Christmas Eve.  I know you were looking forward to it.”  He told you, wrapping his arms around you.

“It’s okay, Sam.  All I really wanted to do was spend Christmas with the people I love most.  It doesn’t really matter where we spend it as long as we are together.”  You told him.  Sam squeezed you tighter and kissed your forehead.

You had been so caught up in making sure that the first Christmas in the bunker had been special for Sam and Dean that you had forgotten what the real point was in the firs place.

“Come on.”  Dean encouraged, edging his way toward the bunker door.

“What is he so excited about all of a sudden?”  you asked Sam, but Sam only shrugged.

“Who knows.”

As soon as Dean opened the door, the smell of food and the warm air from inside accosted you.  Sam looked as puzzled as you did as he let you stop into the bunker firs and followed closely behind.  As soon as you did, you saw a fire going in the fireplace, all of the lights were turned on around the tree, and the library table was set with Christmas tablecloth and a poinsettia plant in the center.  The bunker looked like a postcard come to life.

“Hey guys!  You are just in time.”  Jody called from the kitchen doorway.

“Come grab a plate and let’s eat.  I’m starved.”  Donna added, waving them into the bunker.

Sam laughed as you rushed down the stairs to hug your wayward sisters.  He glanced at Dean who couldn’t hide the smile on his face.

“You did this, didn’t you?”  He asked.

“It was on her wishlist.”  Dean answered simply.  “Besides, the more I thought about it, the more I had to admit it might be nice to have a traditional Christmas in our new home.  When I knew we wouldn’t get back until late, I called Jody and she offered.”  He added with a shrug.

“Are you guys coming?”  Donna asked, and the brothers chuckled.

“Of course.”  They answered in unison, glancing at each other mischievously before racing down the stairs like kids.

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12 Years of Christmas - 2008

An Our Little Secret Accompaniment

Summary: Dean finds a familiar face on Christmas Eve

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12 Year’s of Christmas Masterlist

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Prompt: Christmas Music

Word Count: 2000

Warnings:language, Dean’s POV, pining Dean

A/N:  Thank you so much for reading. This is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @like-a-bag-of-potatoes 12 Days of Christmas Challenge. Thank you to @atc74 for looking this over and the cover aesthetic

August 2008:

“You’ve never thought about it? Ever….And I’m not talking about with just someone, but like a hunter, someone who knows the life?”

Here he goes again, down this road, “No Sam, I mean, that kind of shit is a liability in this line of work. I’m not doing that to someone.”

“Even if it’s a hunter?”

God, my mind flashes to her right away. She’s fucking beautiful, badass, smarter than hell. I’d met her a few years back, didn’t even know she was a hunter until I ran into her again. Yeah, sure, I’d given it a shot, but she has no interest in a guy like me, she’s made that clear, “No.”

He’s quiet for a few miles, “So what about Y/N?”

Fuck, “What about her? She’s great sure, but I wouldn’t put this shit on anyone, and she’d-…”

Sam laughs, “Dude, I meant is she meeting us for this windigo? Did you ever hear from her?”

“Oh yeah, she’s gonna get there before us by a few hours,” windigos are on of her favorite things to hunt. She likes challenges. Personally, I didn’t really want to spend a few nights in the woods, but hunting with her is always a blast. Plus she always sticks around with us a couple days after a hunts done and hangs out.

“So Y/N, huh?” Sam says in this teasing voice and I just want to punch him.

“Dude, don’t even start.”

“You got awful defensive.”

“No! I just can’t follow when you are talking about five different things at once.”

“So why not Y/N?”

I slam my hand off the wheel, “Just drop it man.”

“Why? Cause you like her?”

Fuck, if I have to deal with five more hours of this shit, “No! She’s a hunter, we are hunters, we hunt together from time to time, that’s it. She’s one of the few friends we’ve got.”

“Sure thing,” he thankfully lets it drop and I turn up the radio.

____

She’s standing there, leaning up against a hunk of junk pick-up, hands in her pockets, watching as I get out. She smiles and I forgot how contagious it is when she does that, “Hey Y/N.”

She steps forward, reaching up to give me a hug and I wrap my arms around her, “How you doin’ Winchester?”

“Not too bad. You?”

“Same old, same old…I was glad you gave me a call. I was getting kinda bored,” She lets go, moving to give Sam a hug, greeting him too.

“We haven’t heard from you in awhile,” Sam says, letting her go and she walks back to the truck, grabbing a backpack and slinging it over her shoulder.

“I’ve had a couple of ghosts, a few vamps, a werewolf, but it’s been pretty quiet the last few months…Actually, it’s almost been boring, we getting this show on the road or what?”

“Sure thing sweetheart.” I laugh, heading to grab the stuff from the trunk. I’m hoping that this goes fast, there is only a few caves up in these hills and with any luck we should be able to get the bastard, but these fuckers are always smart.

We head up the trail, Sam way ahead while me and her catch up, “You’ve been hunting by yourself?”

“Mostly, rode with a few other hunters for a couple months, but it wasn’t for me.”

“What happened?”

She shrugs, “I just felt like I was baby sitting the whole time instead of hunting. I mean, it isn’t like hunting with you two.”

“Well you’re a damn good hunter.” I don’t mean to say it but it slips before I can stop it.

She blushes, her neck and face getting red, “Thanks Dean.”

I rub the back of my neck, “And you know, if you want to stick with us for a few hunts, you can.”

She half laughs, “I don’t know, thanks though, I don’t want to in-.”

“Don’t worry about it, it was just a thought.” And I fall quiet, wondering why I couldn’t just keep my big mouth shut, she wouldn’t want to hunt with us for very long.

“No, I just know you and Sam are you and Sam…I don’t want to slow you guys down any.”

I scoff, “Slow us down?”

“Yeah,” she glances away, almost looking embarrassed.

“I wouldn’t have called you Y/N if I didn’t think you’d be helping us.”

She gives me a small smile, “I guess so…But I’m going to have to turn you down this time.”

I can’t help the pang of disappointment, but I try to make a joke out of it, “It’s alright, I’m pretty used to you turning me down sweetheart.”

_______

Christmas Eve 2008

The one day a year that there is nothing to do and Sam has to kick me out of the damn room. Sure, I was the annoying one.

I turn the Impala down one of the snowy side streets, some dump in this shitty town has got to be open.  There is one bar with it’s lights on, one dive at the corner of the next block. Thank god, at least I could have a few before I headed back.

I park the car, climbing out. There probably isn’t going to be anyone in here but a few regulars, which is just fine with me. It’s just another Christmas in the books. They used to be exciting, hell, I used to try, but lately Sam just shoots it down and there really doesn’t feel like there is a reason to celebrate anymore.

It’s pretty dark in here, a little dirty, but that doesn’t mean the whiskey won’t taste good. I go to sit down on a barstool, “I’ll ha-…No way.”

The bartender looks confused as I get back up, walking down the bar and leaning next to the person halfway down, a few empty bottles of beer and a shot glass in front of her, “Now what’s a nice girl like you doin’ in a place like this?”

Y/N looks up, confused until she meets my eyes then her face lights up, this warm smile, “Dean Winchester.”

She smiles widely, half getting up so she can hug me. God, she smells like whiskey and vanilla, kinda a hint of something fruity too in her loose hair. She’s warm as I squeeze her shoulders, “How’s it goin’ sweetheart?”

She giggles, that little laugh that makes my stomach tighten, “Well, I’m drinking alone on Christmas Eve, so I will let you draw your own conclusions there Winchester.”

She signals for another drink and one for me, “Well you’re not drinkin’ alone anymore.”

She shrugs, “Well it is you, so I don’t know…”

“Ouch.”

She shoves my shoulder lightly, “Just kidding…Haven’t heard from you guys in awhile.”

“Me and Sammy have just been hitting the hunts hard,” I down the whiskey, signalling for a refill, “What about you?”

She sighs, “I just got done with one, lost two fucking people. One of them was a kid.”

Her face falls, she’s kicking herself, feeling guilty. I could tell her that’s the job, that’s the life, but I know it won’t make it better, it never does for me.

The bartender looks over and I point to her empty glass, tapping mine too. We sit there in comfortable silence. It’s one of the things I liked about her, nothing ever feels forced, like I have to talk or she has to talk.

We down drink after drink as Christmas music plays on the radio behind the bar. She breaks the quiet, “What are you thinking about?”

I can’t tell her what I’m thinking about, she’ll fucking strangle me. I can’t tell her that I’m thinking about the way her lips would feel against mine, or the way her skin would feel. I can’t tell her that I’m thinking about how her voice sounds saying my name. I can’t, “Just about the holidays, you know, how magical and shit it is when you’re a kid.”

She chuckles, “Yeah, god, I haven’t done a Christmas in who knows how long. Not since…” She trails off, her forehead scrunching and then she looks away, down at her hands. Not since her family died when she was a kid. I never had the guts to ask her about them, I’d actually found out from another hunter about two years ago. Demons.

I can tell the memories, the thoughts of them are killing her, and I wish I could make it better, make them go away, but anything I can think of doing she’s gonna wake up either hating herself or with one hell of a fucking hangover.

But then I hear it, the first few notes of some Christmas music I actually know. I get up, holding out my hand, “C’mon sweetheart.”

She cocks an eyebrow, “What are you doing?”

“I’m asking you to dance. Now c’mon before I look like an idiot standing here.”

She laughs, “You already look like an idiot and you don’t dance.”

“I’m allowed to know how to do one or two things you don’t know about there smartass,” I joke, wiggling my fingers.

She purses her lips, looking at me suspiciously. “Don’t make me regret this,” she sighs, taking my hand and I pull her up towards the open space in the bar, spinning her slowly as we get there and she laughs, rolling her eyes.

I try and act cocky, try to make a joke out of it, as I pull her close, “No one regrets a night with me sweetheart.”

She shakes her head, “You’re ridiculous, I hope you know that.”

“Yeah, I do,” I chuckle, feeling her warm body against me,  her small hand wrapped easily in mine as Sinatra keeps singing ‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas’.

I can’t take my eyes off of her, she’s just got this small little smile on her face, one that reaches her eyes as she looks off and then at my chest, and finally they travel up to my face and her cheeks get red.

I chuckle, making her laugh when I lead her to spin again, pulling her back against me, my arm wrapping tightly around her waist, shifting easily from foot to foot in the space, singing along lowly, “…From now on, you’re troubles will be miles away.”

She busts out laughing, hiding her face in the crook of her arm,  “You are the biggest dork ever.”

“I know,”  and I am, especially around her.

And then she looks up, under her lashes and for a second my heart stops and I forget where I am, that I’m in some shitty, dump of a bar. All I can think about is her.  And I think, god, maybe after all these years it might happen, and it’s gonna be perfect, like something out of a damn movie. But then her face falls and she looks away, back at my chest, getting red. Dammit, I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

But luckily, the song is winding down and I can save this, “Hey Y/N?”

And when she looks up, I dip her dramatically making her laugh. I pull her back up, making sure she’s steady before I loosen my grip, “How about you spend Christmas with us?”

“What?” She’s still holding onto me, confused.

“Yeah,” I shrug, “grab some Boston Market tomorrow, give some gifts wrapped in newspaper…”

“Yes.” she says, and I can’t think straight, did she actually just say that?

“Really?”

She nods, “Thank you for everything Dean.”

“Don’t have to thank me for that sweetheart.”

She smiles, squeezing my hand, making my knees weak before taking a step back, “Yeah I do.”

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Snuggle buddies

Day 6 (!) of the 12 days of christmas challenge hosted by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @like-a-bag-of-potatoes! Today’s prompt: fuzzy blankets

Word count: 552

Characters: Reader, Jack (first time writing him! eek) mentions of Sam, Dean and Cas

Warnings: reader is ill, one swear word, Jack is a precious little tootsie roll

Shuffling through the halls of the bunker, you leaned against the wall as another coughing fit made its way through your lungs. The last hunt had seen you tracking a shifter through a graveyard, and after falling into an open grave you’d been stuck in the pouring rain for a good 20 minutes before Sam came and pulled you out. Then you’d been beaten up pretty bad trying to kill the thing, so it wasn’t all surprising that your immune system had finally gone ‘fuck it’. Now all you needed was to find your damn blanket.

It was the most girly thing you owned. Hot pink in colour and made from soft fleece material, it was double bed sized and kept you ridiculously toasty warm, especially important when living in an underground bunker. You’d stuck it in the laundry the day you got back from the hunt, but it hadn’t been there when you’d gone to empty the machine.

As you made your way past one of the bedrooms, you couldn’t help but notice the ajar door. Sticking your head around, you let out a small gasp at the sight of your blanket, laying over the bed. “The hell?” Pushing the door all the way open, you walked over to the bed, intending to grab your blanket and go get comfy. But then…. “ARGH!” you yelled, as your blanket moved. “Y/N?” “Jack?! What the..but..what? Hell are you doing here?” “I live here.” Taking a deep breath, you reminded yourself that Jack was still learning, and that’s why he’d given you such a literal answer. “Yes, you do. What I meant was, what are you doing back here? You went on that hunt with Sam, Dean and Cas, remember?” “Oh yes. There was a research problem and we needed a book from the library to solve it, so I teleported here, found the book, and sent pictures back to the others.” “You didn’t go back and join them?” “No, we thought it was more sensible for me to stay here, in case of any other issues we may need lore books for. I’m sorry I did not tell you I was back. I was going to, but you were asleep, and I know you have been unwell.” “That’s OK Jack. One last thing? Why do you have my blanket?” “Oh. It’s yours?” “Dean isn’t really a hot pink kind of guy.” “I guess not. I found it when I sorted out the laundry the other day. It’s…fuzzy.” “Fuzzy?” “Yes. Fuzzy. When you touch it. It’s very nice.” “It i….” you started to agree before another coughing fit took over. “You should go back to bed Y/N. Here is your blanket back.” Carefully, Jack draped it round your shoulders. “Would you like some soup?” “Soup?” “On TV, when the characters are ill like you are, they have soup.” Jack smiled at you, and you couldn’t help but melt at the sweetness and innocence in his voice. “Soup would be nice. If you’d like, you can join me. I’m gonna binge some netflix.” “Are you sure?” “I’ll even let you share my fuzzy blanket.” And that’s how Dean, Sam and Cas found the two of you when they got home, curled up fast asleep in your bed, hot pink fuzzy blanket wrapped around you both.

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[sammy-moo]

Under the Mistletoe

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean, Cas

Prompt: Mistletoe

Words: 1,991

Warnings: Smut, jealous!Sam, unprotected sex, hints of Destiel, wee bit of Destiel 

A/N: Sorry this wasn’t posted on the right day. I sorta just suck sometimes because I forget stuff. This is day eight for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @like-a-bag-of-potatoes 12 Days of Christmas Challenge

You groaned as you pulled the deep, red dress onto your body. The fabric hugged at your skin and accentuated your curves. It was the most dolled up you had been in a long time.

Part of you loved being dressed up since you rarely ever did it, but the other part hated the dress and would rather not wear it at all. But tonight you had to persuade yourself that you loved it.

The four of you were going to be going to a Christmas party held by the elite businessman, Robert Baze. He was throwing the party for his workers, friends, and family. And from the rumor of the antique shop owner, he was going to propose to his girlfriend tonight. However, what Robert didn’t know was that he purchased a cursed item that was recently returned to the shop.

The ring once belonged to a woman who had an affair before she was married. The man she cheated with hated that he couldn’t have her and sought out after her, killing both her and her husband on the night of their wedding. Now whoever proposed with the ring was set to die if one of the partners were not faithful.

Each of you knew from a source that Robert’s girlfriend was seeing another and this was one of his last ditch efforts to save the sinking ship.

The sounds of footsteps approaching your door had your attention turning from the mirror on your way towards the doorway. There stood Sam in a black suit with a red and silver tie. He was handsome to say the least.

His hazel eyes were wide as he just stared at you.

“What?”

“You look….” Sam walked into the room, closing the distance between the two of you as he cupped your face. “You look beautiful.”

Your face began to redden from the compliment as you smiled like a puppy in love. “Well thank you. You look pretty handsome yourself, but we should get going.”

Sam chuckled and stepped back, “Yeah. Cas and Dean are ready to go. Shall we?”

You watched as Sam stuck out his arm for you to link yours with. You chuckled and did so, the two of you walking through the bunker with your shoes echoing against the floor. Their attention was pulled towards the sound as you both walked into the garage. Even Dean and Cas cleaned up nicely, but Cas was the one that shocked you the most. Cas was in a suit and without his trenchcoat; practically looking naked to you. And just like Sam, they seemed to stare at you more than usual.

Cas smiled gently before climbing into the back of the Impala behind Dean’s seat. Dean’s eyes racked your body up and down as he flashed his killer smile.

“You look amazing, Sweetheart. We should get going though,” he said before climbing into the car.

With a few more steps you and Sam were climbing into the car, and spending the next hour in the car to reach your destination.

The ride seemed to fly by and Dean was pulling into the parking lot picking his place. Once he knew he was in the lines and was going to avoid hitting other vehicles, he threw Baby into park. Baby’s doors creaked as they opened and shut, the four of you climbing out and making your way towards the large building.

Christmas lights and tinsel decorated the house, music calmly played through the speakers, and people were dressed to the nines.

You looked around and no one seemed to give either of you a weird look. Even though you were blending in you felt like a sore thumb; none of you belonged.

Dean noticed the waiter carrying alcohol in a glass on a platter. He licked his lips and glanced to each of you.

“I’m getting a drink. Any of you want one?”

Cas hummed and shrugged, going with him. They walked through a small opening in the large crowd, and people around them began to coo. They looked at each other completely puzzled when someone pointed to the mistletoe above their heads.

“What? I’m not kissing Cas.”

“It’s the rules. Part of the game, informed a man in a suit.”

Dean groaned and looked to Cas once more. Cas was utterly confused.

“I don’t understand…. What game? Why does a plant determine if people should kiss?”

Some of them began to chuckle while others chanted kiss.

You and Sam were in the middle, chanting and giggling like giddy school girls.

Dean’s face grew a shade of red as he knew there was no way him and Cas were escaping this. Cas just looked to Dean and blinked, still confused as to what he should do.

Dean gulped thickly and looked to the man who spoke earlier, “Does it count if I kiss his hand or kiss my hand and pat his face with it?”

“Cheek or lips, that’s the rules.”

“Where the hell are these stupid rules anyways,” Dean asked getting pissed.

The man chuckled, “They’re on the flyer on the wall. You must’ve overlooked it when you stepped into the room because the paper warns you of the games going on. It was Robert’s idea. He thought it’d be fun and a festive way to celebrate.”

Dean grumbled under his breath angrily before he kissed Cas’ cheek and walked off. The two were finally able to move and get drinks.

Not only was Dean angry, but he was now embarrassed.

You chuckled and gently pushed Sam towards Cas and Dean. He was sure to avoid the mistletoe as he walked.

As you walked, your eyes danced over to Dean to find him with a drink and chatting with girls. Cas had gone off to find someone who knew where Robert was as well.

Mental curses went through your head when someone bumped into you, leaving you having to fight the instinct to defend yourself from a possible attacker.

The guy smirked as you started at him in confusion, still a bit dazed from the sudden jostle of your body as people began chanting.

It all happened so quickly that by the time his lips were pressing yours, you were already pulled away with a type of force you knew a little too well.

You tried to focus on the black suit and bouncing, chestnut locks but it still seemed to rush. By the time he had you pinned to the wall in the nearest bathroom your head was spinning.

His cologne wafted into your nose and drove your senses into overdrive. Your brain didn’t know what to focus on. His hands were squeezing your hips and slowly moving to the curve of your ass, squeezing needily as he pushed a knee between your legs. Sam’s lips danced along your neck and exposed collar bone, gently biting on the sensitive flesh.

“Sam,” you husked out.

Sam pulled away and looked down at you with his lust blown, hazel eyes. His nostril flared in anger and his jaw clenched slightly. He was fighting himself while he gave you a second to breathe.

You slowly recollected yourself, replaying what happened in your head.

He was jealous.

You smirked, “I don’t see why you’re kissing my neck. Or would you rather not kiss where he just did?”

Sam snarled as he cupped your face in his large hands, bringing his lips crashing into yours in a heated kiss. His tongue traveled into your mouth as one hand slid down to pull up the hem of your dress. Sam’s long fingers gently rubbed your scalp before pulling a handful of your wavy locks. A moan erupted from you as he fought for dominance in your mouth.

When his mouth left your’s you were panting and wanting more.

Sam chuckled as you squirmed in his hold, his hand sliding between your legs and rubbing you through your panties.

“Sam please….”

Sam smirked before he kissed and bit into your neck again. His hand released it’s hold in your hair so he could undo his belt and free his cock.

You heard his belt jingle and his zipper slide down. Your eyes flicked down as he freed his cock from its tight confines.

“Glad to know your hungry for my cock, but are your other lips wet for me?”

Before you could respond Sam pushed his hand into your panties and teased your slick folds.

You began whimpering and moaning. Just when you thought you were going to get what you wanted, he removed his hand.

“Sam just fuck me please…. I want you to fuck me into this wall.”

“A little louder, Sweetheart. I want them to know who you belong to. I’d rather not have someone else kissing you under that damn mistletoe, otherwise I’ll rip it down myself.”

You gulped, the need building up as his hands traveled to the back of your legs. He lifted you up and took you over to the sink, setting you onto the stone counter.

“Beg.”

“Sam pl--”

Sam yanked your hair gently as he scolded you, “Wrong.”

“Sir please! Fuck me already! I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk. Please….”

Sam smirked and kissed you gently, “Good girl.”

Sam pushed your panties aside and lined his head up. Without any warning he pushed his cock through your folds, stretching them around him.

You whimpered and clutched onto his shoulders, your nails digging into the fabric.

Sam kept still, allowing you to adjust like you needed. His eyes scanned your face looking for his sign, and once he saw it he drew his hips back and snapped them forward sending his cock into your sweet spot.

A loud, animalistic cry left your lips, echoing in the bathroom.

His lips found yours for a split second, his breath fanning across your face as his hair began to fall into vision. Grunts and moans began to fall from his hips as he squeezed your hips, pulling you even closer.

Each stroke and pump of his cock left your head spinning. The feeling building up in your core became too much to push off for much longer.

Sam pressed his lips to your cheek, his lips grazing your ear gently as he spoke, “Cum for me, Baby. I wanna feel you.”

He pulled back enough to leave the head of his cock inside you, harshly snapping forward and driving his cock into your gspot with a force that left you weak. Your walls clenched tightly around his cock.

His name fell loudly from your kiss swollen lips as you cried out his name, stars forming behind your closed eyes.

Sam moaned and rode you through your orgasm, his finger finding your clit and rubbed the swollen bud. Your walls clenched tighter around him, your thighs shaking from the intensity.

Sam grunted and moaned as his seed spilled into you, coating your walls fluttering walls.

His cock twitched inside as your aftershocks slowly died out. Your whines mixed together as he pulled away, leaving you empty of his cock.

Your face was flush and sweat began to bead across Sam’s forehead, leaving his hair stuck to his skin.

He helped you clean up before he worked on himself, zipping back up his slacks and redoing his belt.

When you slid off the counter he caught you in his arms, chuckling softly as you were still completely dazed from your orgasm.

“You alright?”

“Oh god Sam I’m amazing….”

He chortled and kissed you gently, “We should probably go help Dean and Cas find that ring.”

“Yeah… Ring… We should do that.”

Sam rolled his eyes as he lead you out, keeping you close on his arm. Neither of you cared about the looks you were given from those who happened to be near the bathroom.

Sam only cared about the jealous look of the man who kissed you moments earlier.

Tagging:  @sleepywinchester, @hay-yo-its-jo, @timeforsmut, @goldenangelbloodcastiel, @because-imma-lady-assface, @growningupgeek, @abbessolute, @keelzy2, @wideawakeandwriting, @super-not-naturall, @babypieandwhiskey, @wi-deangirl77, @ilsawasanacrobat, @becs-bunker, @inlovewithbja, @squirrel--moose--giraffe–, @mistressofallthingsgeeky, @theoutlinez, @samwinjarpad

[squirrel-moose-winchester]

Christmas Crush

Title: Christmas Crush

Pairing: (Jack x Reader)

Word Count: 1287

Warning: Fluff (I tried writing something other than fluff, but it’s Christmas! I can’t help myself!)

A/N: This is my submission to Kari (@thing-you-do-with-that-thing) and Ida’s (@like-a-bag-of-potatoes) 12 Days of Christmas Challenge. Prompt: December 19h – Fuzzy Blankets

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Disclaimer: Image below does not belong to me.

The bunker was freezing that you were sure you were turning into a snowman. Even in two layers of thick clothing, you were still a clattering mess. With your fuzzy socks muting your footsteps, no one heard you entering the kitchen.

“Hey, look who’s finally up,” Sam announced, gaining everyone’s attention.

“Morning,” your voice shook with your shivering body.

“Good Morning, Y/N,” Cass greeted.

“Y/N, you’re shaking,” Jack voiced his observation.

“It’s f-freezing in here!”

“Dean made hot cocoa,” Jack lifted his cup with a wide smile before taking a sip.

“Yeah, hurry and make yourself a cup. It’ll warm you right up,” Dean stated, standing at the stove cooking breakfast. The smell of bacon and eggs engulfing you sense of smell that you could practically taste it.

Not having to be told twice, you made yourself a cup of the warm chocolatey goodness and occupied yourself next to Sam. You hummed in content as you took your first sip. It was like sunshine was warming you up from the inside out, and not to mention it tasted out of this world. Dean was a God in the kitchen.

“This is probably the best hot chocolate I’ve ever tasted,” you complimented gaining a nod from Sam. Dean smirked with self satisfaction.

Clutching on to the cup for warmth, you noticed Jack staring at you. You tried to brush it off, but when he wouldn’t look away, not even for a second, you had to put your foot down. As adorable and attractive as he was, you could not stand people staring. Call it a pet peeve of yours, if you will.

“Jack, what are you staring at?” You growled.

“Oh, uh… you look really pretty like that,” he admitted in front of everyone, unfazed. You were clad in sweatpants and a large hoodie that you borrowed from Dean.

Your cheeks flared up with heat, as you sank into your seat a little more, not expecting the compliment. Sam and Castiel smiled at your embarrassment.

“Jack, you keep your eyes to yourself, ya hear me?” Dean scolded, pointing the spatula in warning.

Sam chuckled while Cass remained smiling. You rolled your eyes at the over protective big brother figure that was Dean Winchester. You would be single for the rest of your life if Dean kept it up, literally scaring off every guy who was interested. You didn’t hate it, but you wished he’d back off of the guys you actually wanted to get to know.

“Dean, relax. It’s only Jack,” Sam interrupted.

“Exactly,” Dean’s voice was lower this time, holding a more threatening growl as he stared down Jack. You couldn’t help but giggle at the fear in Jack’s face as his lips slightly parted.

“Dean, they are just friends. There is no harm in him admiring the way Y/N looks. She is a very beautiful girl,” Cass attempted to reassure Dean, who in turn sent him a death glare.

“Cass, that’s not helping,” Sam snorted, thoroughly amused by the scenario in front of him.

Your face flushed into redness once again at Castiel’s accolade. It was sweet but still embarrassing. You peaked up at Jack who was still staring but smiled when your eyes made contact. You returned the gesture with a shy one of your own before looking back up at Dean.

“Yeah, who happens to be around the same age!”

“Technically, he’s still a…” You started but stopped when Dean scowled. Clearing your throat, you deferred your gaze back to the hot chocolate in your hands and took a big sip, relishing in the soothing warmth.

After breakfast you opted to go into Sam’s room in search for the one thing you knew would make you feel much more comfortable in the frigid air – his giant fuzzy blanket.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” Sam’s voice rang from behind you, making you jump red handed.

“Um…” you started then sighed when you realized there was no use in lying. He already knew, so you just pouted giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

“It’s in Jack’s room,” he grinned, knowing he couldn’t resist those doe eyes of yours.

“Jack?” You mocked.

“He has nothing and it’s freezing,” Sam looked at you pointedly.

With a sigh, you agreed with him before heading off to Jack’s room. There was no harm in just borrowing it for a while. Making your way to his room, you heard noises. You rounded the door to see Jack sitting in his bed, wrapped up in Sam’s fuzzy blanket, watching Christmas movies. He was currently watch ‘How The Grinch Stole Christmas.’

“Hey Jack, mind if I join you?” You asked, his attention immediately landing on you.

“Hi Y/N! Yes, I’d like that a lot,” He barked, like an excited little puppy. You smiled, jumping onto his bed and getting under the covers making yourself comfortable. Even though the fuzzy blanket wasn’t yours, it was your favorite.

When Sam would let you borrow it, it smelled like him which made you feel safe. There was something about Sam and Dean’s scent (even Castiel’s) that put you at ease. It made you feel that they were there with you. It was safety and protection. Even if you were more than capable to take care of yourself, the reassurance was always nice to have.

All wrapped up in the blanket you noticed that Sam’s scent was very faint. The blanket held a different smell that wasn’t familiar. Discretely, you took in a heavy breath, inhaling the foreign scent. It was Jack. Your cheeks went red at the realization that you liked it more than you should.

“Y/N, are you okay?” He asked, staring at you next to him.

“Hmm? Yeah, why?”

“Your cheeks are red. Are you really that cold?”

“Th-that’s not… uh, yeah… a little,” you suddenly agreed, not wanting to admit that his scent made the butterflies flutter inside your stomach.

“Here, I’ve seen this in a lot of the Christmas movies,” he opened his arm out. You eyed him with a confused look. “Well, in the movies, when the girl is cold, the guy would open his arms like this and hold her tight. It makes her feel warm,” he explained. Again, your face flared up in temperature and color. Although Jack’s intentions were sweet and innocent, your mind was definitely not at that same level. “Y/N, come.”

Not wanting to miss this opportunity, you shuffled closer, leaning against him as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. Jack filled your senses once more. It was then that you noticed he was actually pretty big in comparison to your smaller frame. Jack was warm, soft, and despite being the son of Satan, he felt like safety.

During the movie you had fallen asleep. Attempting to register your surroundings, you noticed that you were laying down, fingers running through your hair soothingly and almost lulling you back to sleep, that is, until memories prior to your unconsciousness snapped you wide awake. You and Jack were watching movies and the fingers combing through your dark locks had to be Jack? The TV was still on, playing a different Christmas movie that you weren’t familiar with. Shifting to get a little more comfortable, Jack’s voice entered your ear drums.

“Y/N, you’re awake.”

“Yeah, sorry for dozing off,” you apologized.

“It’s okay. Sam even told me not to wake you,” He confessed. “He also said that we look really good together. What do you think he meant?” Jack smiled.

You groaned, hiding your embarrassment buried in the large fuzzy blanket. “Sam knows,” you cried, knowing that things were going to get pretty awkward around the bunker, and just in time for the holidays… great.

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[sillesworldofwriting]

Surprises

Title: Surprises

AO3

Sille’s 12 Days of Christmas: Part 12

Words: 1826

Challenge: Kari and Ida’s 12 days of Christmas challenge

Prompt: Opening Gifts

Pairing: Jared x Reader x Gen

Warnings: fluff, it’s so fluffy you’re gonna die!

Author’s Note: My last entry for @like-a-bag-of-potatoes  and @thing-you-do-with-that-thing  12 days of Christmas challenge. Gosh, I can’t believe that this is over already. This series is very dear to my heart and I’m sad to see it coming to an end. A big and huge thank you to you girls for hosting this challenge and giving me the inspiration to write this. Even though it may not be the end for long for this series. Just saying ;) Thanks to @tngrayson for beta reading!

You were woken by twin footsteps coming down the stairs to the living room. Tightening your arms around Gen’s waist you opened your eyes only to stare into Jared who looked at you over Gen’s head.

“Here they come,” he whispered, grinning. The next moment you were attacked by Shep, while Tom jumped between his parents.

“Wake up!” they yelled. “It’s Christmas!”

Gen groaned. “It’s too early,” she said.

“But Muuum,” Shep whined while hugging you around the neck. “The presents!”

She sighed and set up. “Fine. I’m up, I’m up.” You could see that she tried to suppress a smile. “Go open your presents.”

Eagerly, Tom and Shep ran over to the Christmas tree and started to look at the gifts under it.

You sat up and felt Gen’s arms around your waist.

“Good morning,” she greeted you with a kiss.

You tilted your head to give her better access. Kissing her always made you a bit light headed, but it was worth it.

“Morning,” you breathed after breaking away from her.

“What about me?” Jared asked as he wrapped himself around Gen from behind and laid his head on her shoulder.

“Good morning to you too,” Gen said, turning her head and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Good morning,” you echoed, leaning forward to give him a kiss on his lips. His kisses had the same effect on you as Gen’s. The two of them would be the death of you one day.

The next moment, Jared got up to get Odette from the nursery while you and Gen watched the boys open their presents. Occasionally they would come to you to give you and Gen a present that had your or Jared’s names on them.

Jared came back down with Odette after a few minutes and helped his daughter open her presents. You and Gen chuckled because he was so excited about it.

“Told you,” you whispered into Gen’s ear. “Just a big kid at heart.”

“Yeah. But he is our big kid.”

“True.”

An hour later all presents were opened, the boys were eagerly playing with their new toys and Odette was laying on her new play blanket. You adults had changed into some comfy clothes in the meantime.

“The Ackles’ will come over soon, won’t they?,” you asked as you were snuggled against Jared’s side. Gen was in the kitchen, making a quick breakfast for everyone.

“Yep,” he answered. “Any minute now, actually.”

The next moment the doorbell rang.

“Speak of the devil,” you said, getting up to go to the door.

“Y/N!” Jensen greeted you as soon as you opened it and enveloped you in his strong arms. Well, one arm because he was holding one of the twins in the other.

“Hey, Jay,” you greeted him back, smiling. The next one to hug you was JJ and after that came Danneel with Zep in her arms.

“Do you have it?” you asked her and she nodded.

“Yes. That oaf over there nearly forgot it but, I’ve got it in my bag. As soon as I’ve settled Zep down I will give it to you,” she answered while you made your way to the living room. Jensen had Arrow already settled next to Odette on the play blanket, making his way back to the front door to get the presents they parked there.

A few minutes later, you were all settled on the couch with some eggnog in hand, watching the kids playing again.

Danneel had given you the surprise for Jared and Gen and now you were fiddling with it while hiding it in one of your sleeves. You couldn’t think of a way to present it to them so after a while you just thought “Fuck it!” and stood up, bringing the roll of paper out.

Jared and Gen looked at you, frowning while Danneel and Jensen new what was coming. You had talked with them beforehand since you wanted them to hide the surprise for you. Jared had the habit of searching the house for presents he didn’t know about, so you needed a safe place.

You took a deep breath and held the roll of paper out to Gen and Jared. They looked confused at it and then at you, neither moving to take it.

“It’s your last Christmas present. I wanted to surprise you,” you explained still holding out the roll.

After a moment Gen finally took it, opened the ribbon which was tied around it and unrolled it. Jared still looked confused, but as his wife gasped beside him he finally looked at the document.

“Does this mean what I think it means?” Gen asked, tears forming in her eyes as she looked at you.

“Yes,” you answered, smiling.

“Oh my God,” Jared yelled, getting up and crashing you to him in a tight hug. “Best present ever!”

You chuckled as you returned his hug, Gen joining you two after a moment.

“Mum? Dad? Y/N? What’s going on?” Tom asked, his attention on you now instead on his new toys after Jared’s yelling.

“Y/N is going to move in with us,” Gen explained, the smile never leaving her face even as she broke away from the hug.

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” you confirmed, and the next moment Tom was hugging you around the waist. His brother joining him, having caught the explanation from his mother.

“This is so awesome,” Tom said and Shep nodded his head into your stomach.

You kneeled down to hug the boys properly.

“I think it’s awesome as well,” you agreed. After a moment you pushed the boys a bit away. “Now go play again.”

They both nodded. JJ looked at you from her place on the floor.

“I think it’s great, too!” she declared with a tothie smile.

“Thank you,” you chuckled, sitting down on the couch again, Gen and Jared settling on either side of you.

Both Danneel and Jensen were grinning from ear to ear. Happy to know that your surprise was a complete success.

“So the meeting wasn’t a meeting?” Jared asked while laying his arm around your shoulders.

“Nope. It was actually a job interview,” you admitted, smirking.

“You little minx, you.”

Jensen and Danneel began to laugh at Jared’s words.

“You knew about this?” Gen asked them.

“Of course. Someone needed to keep her contract safe from Jared after all,” Jensen teased. “Everyone knows that he searches the house for presents right before Christmas.”

“I do not!” the man in question protested.

“That’s a lie and you know it.”

“You can’t prove anything.”

“The kids saw you, Jared,” Gen objected.

“Damn it,” he cursed, making everyone laugh.

“Actually, we have a surprise for you too,” Gen said after everyone calmed down.

“What?” you asked confused.

“Close your eyes,” Jared requested as he loosened his hold on you to stand up.

You looked at him, skeptical for a moment but after his encouraging smile you did as he asked. You could feel Gen standing up as well and heard some rustling.

“You can open your eyes now,” Gen said after a few moments.

You did and gasped at the sight before you.

Gen and Jared were kneeling on one knee before you, both of them with a small jewelry boy in hand. Nestled into the soft material of the box was a ring, two in Gen’s case.

You were too shocked to say anything, only able to look from the rings to them and back.

“Y/N,” Jared began, smiling at you. “Our first meeting felt like pure chance at, but after a while, Gen and I agreed that it had to be fate. The way you fit right into our relationship and our lives was something we never experienced before except with each other.”

“You were the puzzle piece we never knew we needed,” Gen continued. “We fell in love with your kindness, your ability to love each and everyone around you and so many things more. We know that our relationship is not perfect or conventional, but we are both lucky that you decided to take us and the kids into your heart. Who love you too, in case you didn’t know.”

You chuckled a bit before Jared went on.

“We never want to let you go again. Sadly it’s not possible for us to legally make you our wife but this is the next best thing we could think of. These rings are meant to tie us together, through the good and the bad, through illness and health. We promise to love and cherish you until the day we die.”

“Will you marry us, Y/N?” Gen asked, ending their speech.

Tears were streaming down your face and your heart was about to burst from all the love you were feeling right at that moment. You never expected something like this and you didn’t know what to say.

“Well?” Jared inquired.

“Yes! Of course I will marry you both!” you burst out, getting up from the couch and flinged your arms around them both.

“Thank god. I’m not as young as I used to be, you know. I can’t stay that long on one knee,” Jared joked, earning a slap on the back of his head from his wife.

You just chuckled and gave both of them a kiss. First Gen, then Jared.

“Who will do the honors?” you asked after letting them go, looking at the rings.

Gen took one of the rings out of her jewelry box. “Both of us,” she answered and offered the ring to Jared.

Meanwhile he took your right hand in his and took a hold of the offered ring. Together they slid them onto your ring finger.

Taking your hand back, you admired the ring.

“It’s so beautiful,” you breathed, tears still in your eyes.

“Wanna give us our rings?” Gen asked.

“Yes,” you responded, frowning after a moment. “What about your wedding rings?”

Gen and Jared looked at each other. Then they both grabbed the necklaces they hand around their necks and showed them to you. On them were both their wedding rings.

“We thought you wouldn’t want us to get rid of them, so we didn’t,” Jared explained, putting the necklace back in place.

“And you were right,” you agreed.

“The rings?” Gen encouraged you and offered you the jewelry box.

You slid  her ring on her finger and then Jared’s on his. Danneel and Jensen were clapping and congratulating you. Even the kids were cheering. You didn’t even notice that they stopped playing to watch you.

Jared pulled you to him for a proper kiss and then passed you on to his wife.

You never were happier in your life, having everything you wanted and more. This really was the best Christmas and you would never regret deciding to spent it with your family.

You couldn’t wait to see what the future would hold for you.

The End

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[tngrayson]

Dean Winchester Loves Fuzzy Blankets

A/N: Written for Kari and Ida’s 12 Days of Christmas Challenge @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @like-a-bag-of-potatoes . Thanks for hosting this, Ladies!

Pairing/Characters: Dean x Reader (kind of)

Genre/Warning: none

Word Count: 740

Today’s Prompt:  December 19th, Fuzzy Blankets

Summary: Dean Winchester has taken your bed hostage

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You took your time making the bed. Carefully stretching the sheets across the mattress and tucking them in at the foot. You couldn’t help yourself. You had had a long day, having finished off a case yesterday and taking the long drive back to the bunker immediately after. You were exhausted, but you decided to stick it out for a little longer and took the time to have a relaxing shower and you knew you were about to enjoy these clean sheets and your new heated blanket, so you took care to make sure it was all perfect.

When you finished, you stripped out of the ‘dead guy’ robe you had been wearing and slipped under the blankets. The heated blanket was already doing its job; the bed was warm and cozy. As you settled in, getting comfy, you heard a knock on the door of your room. You groaned into your pillow, silently cursing whoever had come to bother you. Turning over to face the door, you called, “come in.”

It was Dean.  “Please don’t make me get out of this bed,” you pleaded.  He chuckled, it was low and he seemed thoughtful.

“I won’t. Promise.” He’s said. “Mind if I join you?” Occasionally, you and Dean would sleep together. You can’t remember when it started, but it had become sort of a ritual after the particularly hard or exhausting hunts. Sometimes he just needed company, a hand to hold, and sometimes so did you. You lifted the covers a little, inviting him in.

He quickly took the invitation, shedding his t-shirt and pajama pants before sliding in next to you. He reveled in the feel of the soft sheets and the unexpected warmth that covered the bed. Suddenly, Dean moaned. A sultry, sated sound coming from deep within his chest. You quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Feels good,” he defended with a shrug, grinning at you. He wiggled closer to you under the blankets until your bodies were touching. He placed a hand on our hip, pulling you closer to him as he slid his arm down for you to rest your head on. He leaned down and kissed your forehead.

When you woke up the next morning, Dean was sprawled on top of you. Your legs were tangled, he had one arm around your waist, and his head was buried between your neck and shoulder as he snored lightly. You hadn’t felt it in your sleep, but the weight of him, and your inability to move under him made you a little uncomfortable. Reaching your hands up to nudge his shoulders, you whispered, “Dean. Dean, move over.”

He stirred, rolling off you and pulling you to him, the curve of your body fitting comfortably to his. He was asleep and snoring again in no time.

Dean had slept in your bed for a week straight after that. One morning, you were up and making breakfast with Sam in the kitchen. “Is he still asleep?” Sam asked, filling a plate with eggs and fruit.

“It’s that damned blanket. He’s taken my bed hostage for the past week.” You sighed.  “I can’t say I blame him though.” You took another sip from your mug before you stood and said, “I’m gonna go make sure he’s still breathing.”

Further inspection found Dean, still snoring in your bed under the cozy blankets. Climbing onto the bed and resting on your knees, you rubbed his shoulder to wake him gently. He jerked a little, a string of drool connecting from his arm to his mouth. You tried to stifle your laughter. “Mornin’,” he smiled up at you.

“You’ve got a little something there,” you pointed to his arm, “and there,” you finished, gesturing to his mouth. He wiped the drool away sheepishly. You hummed thoughtfully. “You know, I would never have taken you for a fuzzy blanket kind of person.”

“It heats up!” he stated, still amazed.

You laughed at him, reminded of when he would go on and on about his memory foam mattress that ‘remembered him’. “Tell you what.”

He hummed, stretching out. “If you promise to let me have my bed back, I’ll buy you one of these blankets for Christmas.” His eyes lit up and a moment later he was getting out of the bed.  “Sam and I made breakfast,” you offered, getting up to return to the kitchen.

“Is there bacon?”

“Of course, there’s bacon, who do you think I am?” you said, walking down the hallway.

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My Saviour - Mistletoe

A/N: Written for mine and Kari’s ( @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ) 12 days of Christmas Challenge. Another Dr. Dean “drabble”. This one takes place during their first christmas in California together (before she gets pregnant) and it will be continued on the 24th. Feedback is always appreciated. Betaed by the lovely @thorne93

Prompt: Mistletoe

Characters: Dr. Dean x Reader

Warnings: A little fluff.

Wordcount: 1024

(the GIF has nothing to so with the story, but I’m running out of Dr. Dean gifs)

“What's going on?” you asked from your seat on the couch, taking your eyes off of the pages in the book to look up at Dean who had a somber expression on his face.

He sat down next to you and placed his hand on your thigh before he started speaking. “That was work. Dr. Harrington had an accident and broke his leg, and they want me to cover his shifts this Christmas,” he said, looking at you apologetically.

You had planned to go back home and spend the holiday with John, Sam, and Jess, something you were both looking forward to, but now there was no way you could make it back.

“I'm sorry, Dean. I know you were excited to go back home,” you said, reaching out at cupping his cheek. He had told you how important their tradition was to him, how they had never spent Christmas apart before, and your heart ached for him as you saw the disappointment in his green eyes now.

“I'm sorry too,” he sighed, “and I'm sorry our plans had to change so last minute.”

The plan was to leave on the first flight out the next morning, but now your head was already spinning, trying to figure out how to make the best of this situation. “You don't need to apologize, babe, it's not your fault,” you assured.

Dean leaned in and gave you a quick peck on the lips before getting up from the couch. “Thanks. I need to get going though, first shift starts in an hour,” he explained.

“Okay. When will you be home?” you asked, getting up with him.

Dean was already halfway to the bedroom when he answered over his shoulder. “I should be home by eight tonight.”

He reappeared after a couple of minutes, all dressed and ready to go and he came over to where you were standing in the kitchen, pouring him a to go mug of coffee. He placed his hands on your hips and dipped his head down to kiss your neck, your head instinctively tilting to the side, enjoying the feel of his lips on you. “I'm sorry,” he mumbled into your skin once again.

You turned around in his arms and cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “I'll have dinner ready when you get home, okay? And stop apologizing,” you commanded lightly, a smile spreading on your lips.

“Thank you,” he said before he dipped his head down and captured your lips in a searing kiss, making promises for later.

As usual, Dean's kisses took your breath away, and you wondered if it would always be like this with him. Butterflies, fireworks, weak knees. You hoped it would.

**

You spent the day shopping, cleaning, and making food, as well as calling the airline to cancel your tickets. Luckily you were able to get most your money back so that was good. You had also made some other arrangements, and hoped that Dean wouldn't mind, but those would be kept secret for a few days more.

It was ten to eight when Dean came through the door, looking absolutely beat. You all but ran over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling widely up at him. He couldn't help but return the gesture. He loved coming home to you, even after a long and shitty day, everything always seemed to wash away when he saw you smile and when he got to hold you in his arms.

“Why are you so happy?” he asked, wrapping his arms around you and swaying a little from side to side.

“I have a surprise for you, but you won't get it today,” you said, pulling your lip in between you teeth.

“That's just mean,” he teased.

You reached around to your back and took his hands, freeing you from his grip and then pulling him backwards a few steps.

“What are you doing?” he asked curiously, an amused look on his face.

“Just-” you grabbed his upper arms and guided him into the right position, Dean chuckling a little as he watched you “- perfect,” you said when you had gotten him into the right spot.

“Now can you te-”

“Look up,” you said, interrupting him.

Dean tilted his head and let his eyes go to the ceiling, a cheeky grin erupting on his face when he saw the mistletoe hanging from a red bow. His eyes flitted back to yours and and his face fell, turning serious. “You are perfect, a little silly maybe, but perfect.” He looked deep into your eyes and brushed some hair away from your face.

“I know it's a little cheesy,” you said, blushing.

“Oh, it's a lot cheesy,” Dean said, raising his brows a little, “but I like being cheesy with you.”

“I think the rules are that you have to kiss me now,” you said, biting your lip again.

Dean's arm snaked around your waist and pulled you flush against his strong body while his free hand came up to cup your cheek. Your heart pounded in your chest just as hard as it had done the first time you kissed him, your knees shook as his lips inched closer to you, and you had trouble thinking clearly as his breath fanned over your face for a fraction of a second before his lips found yours, soft and tender. You allowed yourself to get lost in him, his scent, his touch, the familiar taste of him on your tongue.

Somewhere in the distance was a loud ring, and it took your brain a few second to catch up, but you soon realized it was the oven timer. Dean pulled away just enough so he could rest his forehead against yours, letting his thumb glide across your cheek.

“I think dinner is ready,” you whispered a little breathlessly.

Dean placed another quick kiss to your lips before you took his hand and led him into the kitchen. Maybe he wouldn't get to spend the holidays with his family, but he had you, and he was eternally grateful for that.   

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Blanketed Confessions

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1500 Words

Story Summary: After a bad start to your day, your best friend shows up to make things better.

This is written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @like-a-bag-of-potatoes 12 Days of Christmas Challenge. Today’s prompt: Fluffy blankets. I consider this a b-day present to myself, because I would love having Jensen cheer me up!

  Taking another tissue from the box beside you, you loudly blew your nose, tossing it into the trashcan beside you. Your eyes were red and puffy from all of the crying, and you knew your hair looked a fright. None of that mattered now. You had been dumped, and only days before Christmas.

Tyler had seemed perfect. Maybe too perfect it seemed like now that you looked back on your relationship with him. He had been handsome and sweet from the beginning. A doctor in Texas, you had met at one of the fancy gala’s your best friend had forced you to attend. Things had seemed to spark instantly, and you had found yourself at fancy restaurant with him two nights later.

Things had been going so smooth that you had invited him to your families Christmas get together. Planning on flying home with him, introducing him to everyone, while trying to contain your hope that this would be the perfect moment for him to propose.

Instead, you had walked in on him at his office earlier this morning, planning on bringing him his favorite coffee before his big meeting. You hadn’t expected to see one of the nurses on her knees in front of him, his hands gripping the back of her head as his naked hips moved forward. Glancing up as you walked in, he didn’t even seem apologetic. “I guess this means we’re through.” He had announced as the nurse started to stand up.

Shaking his head at her, he kept her on her knees, before turning his steely gray gaze back your way. “Y/N, I’m sorry, you’ve been sweet, and kind, and that’s the problem. I want more, need more than you can give. So, I think we need to go our own ways now.” He had calmly told you, not even caring that he was caught with his trousers down.

“Screw you Tyler.” You had yelled, turning on your heels and striding out of the office. Keeping your face calm, your tears at bay had been harder than you imagined, and by the time you made it back to your car, your mascara had run, the tears slipping down your cheek. Of course, this was the moment your best friend called you.

Knowing he would be relentless until you picked up, you took a deep breath, hoping that your heart break wouldn’t announce itself over the line. “There’s my favorite girl!” Jensen exclaimed on the other end of the line. But even his happy attitude couldn’t fix yours.

“Hey Jay. Listen, can I call you back?” You tried, your voice cracking from your tears.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” He asked, the happiness instantly turned to seriousness once he realizes that you’re not in the best mood.

“I can’t talk about it now. Please, I’ll talk to you later.” You whispered, hanging up on him, feeling even worse for doing so. But you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t talk to him. With that deep rumble of his, and the way he cared for you. You would have been bawling into the phone within seconds, and you didn’t want him to know how pathetic your life truly was.

Instead, you shut off your phone, before heading straight back home. Luckily, you hadn’t moved in with Tyler yet, so you didn’t have to go back to a shared place. After locking yourself in, you changed into your comfiest clothes you could find. An old sweatshirt that had belonged to Jensen a long time ago, and a pair of fuzzy leggings. Throwing your hair into a messy bun, you had fallen onto the couch, finally letting the tears fall as they wanted.

That’s where you still were, hours later. Your tears had finally dried up, your mouth full of cotton from your tears. Your entire body ached, and your house had turned cold. But you didn’t care. Your heart was broken. Maybe not from getting so rudely dumped by Tyler. But because it made you realize you were all alone, and would probably always be so.

None of your boyfriends ever stuck around longer than a couple of months. That’s why you thought Tyler had been so special. He had stayed, always there when you had needed him. Or that’s what you had thought, but after seeing him today, it made you wonder how many nurses he had been with. How many people he had cheated with.

Feeling furious at being treated that way once again, you picked up the closest thing, a small glass, throwing it at the wall. Feeling better as it shattered into a million pieces, you hadn’t even heard the sound of the garage door opening. “Y/N, what the hell?” Jensen’s voice rang out as he came striding forward, staring in disbelief at the shattered glass on the floor.

Sitting up, your red, puffy eyes focused on him, seeing him standing there shocked in the hallway, a large bag in his hands. “What are you doing here?” You asked him. He had a key to your place, but you had figured he would be in Vancouver filming for another day at least.

“When I called I was in the airport. I was calling to see if you would pick me up. So of course, I came straight over. You sounded horrible on the phone, and I was worried.” He explained, setting the bag down next to him as he perched on the edge of your coffee table. “What happened?”

“Tyler dumped me.” You answered. “Well, after I walked in on him cheating with one of his nurses. Said I was too nice, too boring for him.”

Just the thought of it brought tears to your eyes once again. Cursing under his breath, Jensen moved over to the couch with you, cuddling you in his arms. “That bastard. I should head up to his place, teach him a lesson. Never liked the man. Never trust a man that doesn’t drink whiskey.” Jensen grumbled.

“You never said anything.” You whispered, cuddling tight to Jensen.

“That’s because you seemed happy with him. I just wanted to see you happy.” Jensen answered. “Y/N, you are the sweetest, kindest person I know, and that’s not a terrible thing. You deserve to be happy.”

“I’m not sure that’s ever going to happen.” You mumbled against his flannel shirt. “I just don’t think I’m cut out for this relationship thing.”

“Nonsense.” He chastised. “Any man would be lucky to have you. And you will find that man. But for now, you’re stuck with me, your best buddy.”

His words seemed sour, his tone off, and you looked up to see his green eyes cloudy with an emotion that you couldn’t name. “Jensen, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. You’re the one who needs the comforting today.” He brushed it off. “And I knew exactly what to do.”

Reaching down, he picked up the bag, handing it to you. Inside was a couple of different items, but you focused on two first. Pulling them out, you squeezed them to you. “Fluffy blankets?” You squealed.

“Of course. You love your fluffy blankets, and they make any break up better.” He insisted, as you wrapped one of the fluffy Christmas blankets around your chilled body. Reaching back in, you pulled out Jensen’s favorite bottle of whiskey, along with a box of gourmet chocolate, and some new DVD’s.

“Just you me, whiskey and movies tonight. Just like old times.” Jensen exclaimed, taking the other blanket and tucking around your legs.

“Jensen, why can’t I get a boyfriend who’s as wonderful as you?” You thought, blushing furiously when you realized the words were spoken out loud.

His body froze for a moment, before he peered over his shoulder at you. “Because I never thought you’d feel that way for me. I always thought I would be the friend that picked up the pieces when another man broke your heart.”

His words sent a tremor through you as they sank in. “Jay, does that mean what I think it does?”

Shaking his head, he sat back down, the DVD forgotten in his hands. “I didn’t want to do this, not now when you’ve just been dumped. But Y/N, I’ve been in love with you for a long time. I just didn’t want to ruin our friendship, so I kept my mouth shut. I would rather have you as my best friend than not have you at all.”

Reaching up, you cupped his cheek. “I wish you had spoken up sooner. Because it’s taken me until now to realize why none of these men ever work out.”

“And why is that?” He whispered, his emerald green eyes searching yours.

“Because none of them were you.” You breathed, your tongue darting out to run along your bottom lip. With a groan, Jensen closed the gap between the two of you, his body pressed against the fluffy blanket separating you, his lips searching out your own.

This kiss was better than you could have imagined. Jensen kissed with a purpose, not too harsh, but his plump lips rubbing against yours, his tongue sweeping out to follow your bottom lip. His hands came up, gently cupping your cheeks before he leaned his forehead against yours. “That was even better than I imagined.” He whispered.

“I agree.” You answered. “But now what?”

“Now, you let me cuddle under these fluffy blankets with you, and watch that cheesy romantic comedy I brought you. Then maybe tonight, you’ll let me hold you in that comfy bed of yours. After that, we’ll see.” He answered, pulling you tight against him as you settled the fluffy blankets around the two of you.  

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[a-winchester-fairytale]

Mistletoe

Word Count: 164

A/N: This is the seventh chapter of the 12 Days of Christmas challenge @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @thing-you-do-with-that-thing created.  I will be posting a new chapter each day until Christmas. 

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“Really, Dean?”  You couldn’t help but ask as he hung a tiny plant to hang over the staircase platform.

“Of course.”  He answered enthusiastically, a childish grin on his face.

He bounced down the stairs and looked proudly at his handiwork.  “Never thought you would need the assistance of Mistletoe.”  You teased him a little.

“I don’t.”  He answered defensively.  “It’s just a part of Christmas, right?”  He added, trying to sound serious.

“Why don’t you tell her the truth?”  Sam added from behind him.  Dean shot a dirty look at his brother, but didn’t say a word, leaving you glancing back and forth between them curiously.  “Dean got his first kiss under mistletoe.”  Sam finally added.

“That’s cute.”  You giggled.

“It’s not cute.”  Dean exaggerated, his nose crinkling as he mimicked you.  “It was…..well, it doesn’t matter what it was.”

He turned away and headed to get a beer as the sound of laughter from you and Sam followed him to the kitchen.

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12 Years of Christmas - 2009

An Our Little Secret Accompaniment

Summary: Dean and you have a hunt to get through, but when the plan doesn’t go well, Dean realizes you may be a bigger part of his life than he’d ever thought

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12 Year’s of Christmas Masterlist

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Prompt: Fireplace

Word Count: 2100

Warnings:language, Dean’s POV, pining Dean, angst, canon typical violence

A/N:  Thank you so much for reading. This is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thingand @like-a-bag-of-potatoes 12 Days of Christmas Challenge. Thank you to @atc74 for looking this over and the cover aesthetic

Goddamn is it fucking cold out.

I’m not a fucking pussy and I can’t stop shaking, my teeth are going to break they are chattering so damn hard. Hell of a way to spend Christmas.

I shove my hands farther in my pockets, staying against the tree, watching the open area in the moonlight. The snow makes it so bright it almost looks like day. It’s kinda a weird looking place, long weeds blowing in patches towards the middle, a flat spot, the snow covering most of it.

“C’mon Y/N.” I say under my breath, she was supposed to be done with her sweep almost ten minutes ago, something has got to be wrong. She’ll strangle me if I fuck this up but I’m getting impatient, I don’t like this plan.

We’d left Sam back at the motel, his arm in that damn sling while we go hunt a pack of psycho werewolves that live like actual wolves, out in the mother fucking cold ass woods. And of course they were snatching people and dragging them out here when it isn’t seventy and sunny.

So the deal was, she does part of the woods up top, meets up with me while I do the next hill and she trails at the bottom. We should have met up by now though.

Suddenly there is a gunshot. Fuck, I can’t tell where it came from, I need another one. I think it came from the small ridge but it’s hard to tell when everything is still like this. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

There is a few twig snaps, two hundred or so yards out. I stand up straight, scanning the woodline. Where are you sweetheart?

Then it sounds like a damn elephant is running through the woods. Crash after crash, and another gunshot rings through the air, a yelp right after it. Good, she hit something.

She comes barreling out of the woods, about thirty yards from me, running through the clearing. I pull up my gun, realizing she’s setting me up for the shot and that’s why she hasn’t called for help. What I don’t expect is four werewolves, running half bent over, to be chasing after her.

I take the one in the rear first, Y/N’s got a little time, it drops like a sack of shit. And even though the others flinch at the crack they are too focused on their prey.

I aim at the next one, leading him, pulling the trigger evenly, but miss. The snow pops as the bullet hits right in front of it. What the fucking hell?

Two have slowed down even though Y/N hasn’t. Why? Why would they-, “Y/N! Stop!”

I shout at her again and again, sprinting as fast as I can because it clicks. Those weeds are cattails and that flat spot must be water. They know it.

Skidding to a stop, I pull the gun up again, taking down two more but that last one jumps, leaping towards her as it closes the gap, and if I miss, I’m going to hit her, “Fuck…Y/N!”

“Y/N!”  It jumps again, this time tackling her to the ground and they roll forward.

Fuck, I push myself faster, please let that ice hold, please let that fucking ice hold.

That werewolf claws at her, snarling, as they thrash around. I can’t take a shot now. I see the flash of her gun, the metal as she struggles to get it between them. But the werewolf sees it, fighting for it too.

The muzzle flashes and the sound cracks through the air, the wolf falling limp on top of her. Thank god.

I pull up, within twenty feet of her now as she pushes the body off of her, brushing herself off as she gets up.

“Well that could have gone better,” she chuckles as she gets up, smiling slowly.

My heart is still thumping in my chest and my stomach in knots even though we’ve taken care of the pack.

She starts walking towards me, and the ground shudders, groaning and she stops dead.

“Sweetheart, be careful, you’re on thin ice.” I try to joke.

She rolls her eyes, but I see it there, the instant fear because a monster is one thing, but this shit is another.

“Dean?” she whispers, her voice high as the ice makes crunching noises under the snow.

I take in a big breath, “You’re gonna be fine, okay? Just walk towards me.”

She nods, taking one step then another, slowly. I try and force a smile, “There ya go, just keep comin’.”

“Okay,” she nods, another slow step, but when she shifts her weight, there’s a crack that makes me sick.

“Dean!” She shouts, the ice giving way under her, her body disappearing below the surface.

“No!” I don’t care, I don’t think, rushing forward to the hole in the ground, “Y/N!”

My heart is clenching in my chest and it feels like I’m running through mud and I can’t get there. The water is sloshing where she is struggling to get out, get above the water. And I can’t get there to help her fast enough.

“Y/N!” I drop, sliding through the snow to the hole, reaching down, balancing on the edge. She’s there, right at the surface. The water is so cold it punches the air out of my lungs as I wrap my arms around her, pulling her to my chest, dragging her out, both of us falling back into the snow in a heap.

I crawl over her, sitting back, pulling her up, taking her face between my hands and I can’t tell who is shaking harder, “Y/N?”

Her teeth chatter loudly, her clothes soaked through, “D-dean. I’m-”

“It’s okay sweetheart.” I brush her hair away from her face, letting her go, taking my jacket off and pulling it around her shoulders, “But I need you to listen to me. I know you aren’t good at that but-…”

She laughs a little, good. I get to my feet, pulling her up right after me, fuck she’s shaking so hard, her skin almost having a blue tint to it, but maybe it’s just me overthinking it. I take her hands in mind, rubbing them against her freezing skin, trying to ignore how fast the cold is getting to me, “Did you find their cabin?”

She nods, stuttering, leaning against me, searching for anything to warm her up,, “Y-y-yes. F-f-fuck…little over t-two miles.:”

Dammit, that’s not that far. But it’s through the woods, in the fucking dark, when it is below zero out, and it is going to be slow going. But I gotta get her there. I’m not losing her, not like this.

I hold her close for a moment, then take her hand in mine, “You’re gonna walk with me, and you aren’t going to let go, you understand?”

She nods but doesn’t say anything, her jaw clenches hard. God, she’s fighting like crazy, but fuck, I don’t know if she can take more than fifteen or twenty minutes out here.

I keep her by my side, staying at her pace as we get back into the woods and I follow her and the pack’s tracks. We start up the hill and her feet slip on the leaves under the snow. I wrap my arm around her waist before she hits the ground, “Easy sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

“I-I’m s-sorry,”

“It’s okay,” I try to hold her weight but the farther we get up the hill the slower she goes, she’s shaking, her legs are barely working.

“Alright sweetheart,” I stop her, her knees almost giving out. Shit. I bend, facing her, putting her over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry, “I’m going to go as fast as I can but I need you to stay awake. Just talk to me.”

“D-don’t Dean.”

“I gotta,” I take off at a slow jog. I fucking hate running when I can’t see where I’m stepping but if I don’t get her warm…I don’t even want to think about it.

Time passes too slow and I lose the tracks twice, wasting time. I keep asking her questions but the answers keep getting shorter and now it’s just small grunts if I’m lucky. Fuck.

Through the trees I see the small cabin, sprinting the last little bit, “Just a little bit longer.”

She doesn’t make a sound, dammit. I kick the door open, rushing in, looking around, “Alright sweetheart, we got this.” And I don’t know if I’m talking to her or me.

I set her down on the shredded couch, and her eyes are open, barely, and her lips are blue. I shed another jacket and set it over her before rushing to the fireplace. The coals are cold and there is only a few logs.

“Dammit,” I stack the wood, fishing my lighter out of my pocket, starting what I can.

I run back to her, cradling her face gently, feeling her tremble, “I will be right back, whatever you do, stay awake.”

I sprint outside, searching for small pieces of wood, grabbing those and finding a stack of split logs as well. I take back as much as I can, my breaths coming in short gasps, my heart racing in my chest.

I keep swearing as I stoke the fire, trying to get it going good, get some coals so we’ve got heat, so she’s got heat.

“C’mon Y/N,” I lift her off the couch, against my chest, sitting down right in front of the fire. She’s shaking so hard it almost feels like convulsions and her eyes aren’t open anymore.

“Y/N,” I shake her gently, touching her face, “I need to see those pretty eyes.”

I check her pulse, it’s pretty faint and her breathing is shallow,  “Fuck… okay Y/N, don’t shoot me.”

I get up and grab some blankets, starting to shrug off my clothes down to my skivvies. I lay one blanket down, then kneel by her, starting to shed layers. I gotta get her out of these wet clothes, and I’ve gotta get her body temp up.

She is so going to shoot me when she wakes up.

I get her down to her bra and panties and fuck that isn’t the color skin should be. It’s got this blue tint mixed with angry red, and I know I’m not imagining it anymore.

I lay down, pulling her front to my chest and a blanket over us and wrap my arms around her, moving my hands up and down her freezing, trembling skin, trying to warm her up, “C’mon, c’mon.”

Fuck, I’m scared. She’s my best friend, one of my only friends. I can’t lose her, I won’t. And fuck I can feel myself start crying. Pull it together Dean.

She takes in a deeper breath, it’s shaky as all hell but it’s a start.

“D-dean?” She croaks, thank god.

“I’m right here, you’re gonna be okay.”

She doesn’t say anything else, just huddles up against me, as close as she can get. Fuck, I grimace, because I’ve pictured this, so many fucking times, but not like this. She never going to want this like I do, I don’t deserve a girl like her, I don’t have a shot in hell. Ever.

After a while she stops shaking, her breaths deepening as she falls asleep. She should be warm enough now that that’s okay. I slip her out of my arms, tossing a few more logs on the fire, then hanging our sopping clothes in front of it.

Then I turn, seeing her sleeping, her one hand reaching to where I was just laying. Goddammit, I wish I didn’t do this to myself, but I can’t help it. She comes first, she always will, no matter what does or doesn’t happen between us.

I crawl back against her, holding her in my arms, feeling how much warmer she is now, even though her nose is still freezing against my chest. I rest my chin against the top of her head and let myself doze off. All that matters is she’s here with me, and she’s going to be fine.

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[roxyspearing]

Comfortable

Day 2 of the 12 days of christmas challenge hosted by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @like-a-bag-of-potatoes! Today’s prompt: fireplace. Thanks go to @impala-dreamer for beta-ing this for me! 

Word count: 289

Characters: Sam Winchester x reader, mentions of Dean

Warnings: implied smut, Sam Winchester’s glorious body

The heat was starting to die out, but you were way too comfortable to move and sort the fire out. “This was a great idea.” Sam murmured into your hair, his hand stroking up and down your bare back. “Hmmm.” “Maybe we could do this next year too.” “Hmmm.” “Dean once won an amateur stripping contest.” “Hmmm.” “OK, you’re definitely out of it right now. Let’s get you to bed darling.” “But..comfy…” you whined, not moving your head from where it rested on Sam’s chest. “OK, at least let me put some more wood on the fire.” Gently, Sam eased you off him and stood up. In the light from the fire’s dying embers, you couldn’t help but admire every muscle in your boyfriend’s naked form. “You look good like this.” you muttered, following his movements with half lidded eyes. “You mean naked and stoking a fire?” Sam chuckled. “Oh yeah. You should rock this look more often.” “Maybe I’ll find a way to get a fireplace in the bunker.” “I like that idea.” “Or we just come up here more often. After all, it’s your cabin.” Sam said as he came and laid back down next to you, pulling you back into his side as you threw your leg over his. “Maybe.” Laying your head back down, you nearly drifted off to sleep from the sound of Sam’s steady heartbeat. But you were still awake as the clock struck 12. “Hmmm…Happy New Year babe.” you whispered, stretching to meet his lips. “Happy New Year.” Laying there, you were more then happy to savour the peace and quiet that you rarely got as a hunter. But then you suddenly jolted up. “Did Dean really win an amateur stripping contest?!”

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[sammy-moo]

Growing Family

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean x Kate (OFC), John x Mary, Kenton (OMC)

Prompt: Opening Gifts 

Words: 1,176

Warnings: It’s the most, fluffiest time of the year

A/N: Sorry this is late. Busy and going back to a previous statement of I suck. This is day 12 for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @like-a-bag-of-potatoes 12 days of Christmas challenge!

December was always a crazy month with buying gifts and keeping them a secret, but it had been even harder this year with a baby on the way. You were six months swollen with your first child, which left you a nervous and excited wreck.

You and Sam were buckled in the car driving to his brothers to spend Christmas. Presents were piled in the back seat while a few small ones took the space in your lap. Stress still seemed to weigh you down as you feared everyone’s reactions to their gifts. You began feeling one of the gifts in your lap, making sure the feel of it matched the name.

Sam’s hazel eyes darted towards you upon hearing the rustling, “What are you doing?”

You looked towards your husband as he focused on the road, stealing glances every now and then while he waited for your answer. “I just hope that I put the right names on these.”

Sam chuckled, “I’m sure you did. And if you didn’t we can always correct it later.”

A sigh left you as you glanced back down to the gift with Sam’s name, “I hope so….”

Sam’s brows furrowed as he stole another glance, “Hey don’t be so hard on yourself. It’s something we can fix alright?”

You nodded and turned your attention to the window, watching as the snow covered rooftops passed by.

A snowman decorated Dean and Kathleen’s front yard. You knew their son Kenton had to have made it with the help from his dad. It brought a smile to your face as Sam pulled the car into the driveway, John and Mary’s car already parked in front of your’s.

When you unbuckled, Sam practically lept from the car and hurried to your side. He opened the door and helped you out, holding your hands gently until you were fully standing.

“Don’t worry about the gifts. Let’s just get you inside okay?”

“I can help--”

“Please? I’d rather you not slip and fall.”

You sighed, knowing that if you tried to argue with your husband it would only end in him winning.

You made your way into the house, an aroma of food hitting you in the face as you walked into the living room. Kate met you with a warm smile.

“Dean, Sam and Y/N are here!”

Dean smiled as he rounded the corner from the hallway, pulling his coat on, “I’ll go help with the gifts.”

Kenton ran after him, “I’m gonna help too!”

You laughed as the five year old hurried out.

Mary and John ventured out from the kitchen to give you a hug; Mary complimenting how beautiful you looked.

You smiled as you thanked her, hanging your coat up and finding the tree glittering with lights and ornaments. It was surrounded by a mountain of gifts.

“Man that’s a lot of gifts. And Santa already came?”

Kate laughed, “Yeah it would’ve been worse had Kenton not opened his from Santa this morning. He’s really excited for you and Sam to see what he picked out though.”

Sam smiled as he came in with Dean and Kenton, gifts in their arms as they set them down near the tree.

“It smells amazing in here.”

“That’s because Mom and Kate have been slaving away in the kitchen,” informed Dean as he came to wrap an around around Kate.

Kate’s eyes widened as hurried towards the kitchen with Mary to finish cooking and check on food.

Kenton stared at you with wide green eyes, taking notice of a small gift in your hand that they missed. “I’ll put that one under the tree for you Aunt Y/N! I know it’s hard for you to bend down since you’ve got a baby in there. At least that’s what Mommy said.”

You chuckled and handed it to him, “Why thank you sweetheart, but it’s not too difficult yet.”

Kenton snatched the gift and frowned when he saw it was to Sam, turning his excited expression back towards you, “When is she gonna be here anyways? I want someone to play with.”

Sam laughed and rustled his dark blond hair, “Well it’ll be awhile before you and your cousin can play together. She’ll be too little for that.”

Kenton whined and placed the present under the tree before falling to the couch face first, “This isn’t fair! I already have to wait a year for her to get here! Now a bajillion more!?”

“Just two,” you corrected through a small laugh.

“Two is too long! Can’t she just come out now and be my age!”

“If I deliver a five year old I’m questioning life and what drugs they gave me….”

John chuckled as he sat down with his coffee and bailey’s, “Considering how tall Sam is, you might deliver what looks like a five year old.”

“Hey,” Sam defended.

“And with all that hair too? Man you are in for a fun one,” he teased.

Sam groaned and shook his head as he took a seat, “Very funny.”

You chuckled and shuffled for the kitchen, “Want anything Sam?” He shook his head and you went into the kitchen.

“Food is almost done if you want to set the table.”

Soon everyone was done eating and piled into the living room, taking places on the chairs and couch while Kenton took the floor.

Kenton decided to pass out presents, tearing through his in a flash and screaming over some of his toys. He didn’t seem to pay any mind to everyone else as he was focused elsewhere.

You and Sam opened many gifts for the baby, and some for the two of you as well. Mary and John had gifted you with candles and gift cards, while Kate and Dean got stuff to pamper yourself with. Sam had gotten you a few decor items that you had been eying for a while.

Sam opened his to find new stuff for his office and things to relax and wind down with. Then he grabbed the gift from you. His fingers danced around the box, pulling wrapping paper away until he was left with the white, rectangular box concealing his gift. He pried the top away to find a collar sitting inside with a tag that read Milo. His brows knitted together as he looked up to you, sitting next to him.

“What’s this?”

You smiled warmly, “It’s the dog that I adopted. I know how you love dogs and I thought it was time. I know we have our daughter on the way, but he’s very well behaved.”

Sam’s eyes glistened as he pulled you into a hug, gently kissing your lips, “Thank you….”

“It’ll be our happy little family.”

“When can we get him?”

“Well, he’s currently at your parents so that’s up to them.”

John smiled, “You can get him on the way home.”

And later on that night, you and Sam drove home with a trunk full of gifts, a golden retriever in the back seat, and your hands intertwined on the middle console.

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[squirrel-moose-winchester]

Merry Me

Title: Merry Me

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1774

Warning: FLUFF, language here and there.

A/N: This is my submission to Kari (@thing-you-do-with-that-thing​) and Ida’s (@like-a-bag-of-potatoes​) 12 Days of Christmas Challenge. Prompt: December 25 – Opening Gifts

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR! xx

12 Day of Christmas Masterlist

Disclaimer: Not My Gif.

“Hey Dean, I’ve got something to ask you,” Sam slid next to his brother at the dining table where he was sneaking some Christmas cookies.

“What? I’m not eating any!” He jumped, crumbs flying out of his mouth.

“Dean, that’s disgusting!” Sam chided, dusting bits of cookie from his shirt and lap. “No. I don’t care if you eat the cookies.”

“Yeah, well your girlfriend does,” Dean stated, scoping the area just in case. “So what do you wanna talk about?” Dean asked, shoving the last bite of cookie into his mouth.

“Okay. So…” Sam inhaled then exhaled, his chest rising and dropping. Instead of speaking, he reached into his pocket and placed a small box on the table in front of Dean.

“What’s this?”

“Open it.”

Dean opened the little box, his eyes widening at its content. “Dude, sorry, but I’m not about that wincest crap, this isn’t no slash fiction,” he joked.

“Dean!” Sam barked.

Chuckling, Dean shook his head. “I’m kidding! Dude, are you going to ask Y/N to marry you?”

“Shh, keep it down – but yeah. I just don’t know when.”

“Do it tonight! Everyone will be here! It’ll be awesome!”

“Dude, no!”

“Dude, yes!” Dean grinned excitedly, holding onto the tiny jewelry box.

“No, Dean.”

“Why not? Don’t act like you don’t notice it. Y/N loves you. I can see it in the way she looks at you. Sammy she accepts everything that we do and who we are. Hell, she became a hunter for you! A badass one at that. She’ll say yes! And this is the perfect opportunity to do it, right here, in front of our FAMILY!” He exaggerated the last word.

Sam sighed before he snatched the ring back and put it in his pocket, and in good timing too.

“Hey, what are you two chatting about?” Y/N popped into the room, Castiel at her side.

“Y/N!” Sam shouted, startling every one in the room. Dean sent Sam a pointed look, silently telling him to calm the fuck down. “Uh, I mean, nothing,” he mumbled softly. Y/N gave him a weird look, but before she could voice her thoughts, Dean interrupted.

“So, Jody and the other’s here yet?”

“They should be here soon,” Cass announced.

“Great, then let’s get everything set up! I’ll grab the cookies!” Dean beamed.

“Uh, no! I’ll get the cookies. Who knows how many you’ve already eaten,” Y/N assumed.

“Just hand it over. I promise I’ll be good this time. Sam will keep an eye on me, good?”

“Whatever,” Y/N scowled, watching Dean’s retreating form, making sure that he doesn’t eat another cookie.

“Y/N, are you alright? Don’t you think you should let Sam know?” Castiel spoke.

Y/N let out a shaky breath. She was nervous, much more nervous than she expected to be. The thought of having to tell Sam frightened her. She knew that Sam wasn’t the type of guy to abandon her, but with the lifestyle they harbored, there was a chance that he may not be happy of the idea. “Yes, don’t worry Cass, I’ve got it all figured out. Please, just don’t tell any one. I want it to be my news to share.”

“Of course, Y/N. I understand.”

When Y/N and Cass entered the common room, she put her hands on her hips at the tree boys who were each eating a cookie. “Ahem,” she cleared her throat obnoxiously.

“Shit,” Dean cursed under his breath but still loud enough for all occupants in the room to hear.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. It’s just… it looked so good, we just wanted a taste,” Sam apologized.

“Dean said we could have a cookie,” Jack confessed.

“Jee, thanks kid,” Dean rolled his eyes.

“You’re welcome,” Jack beamed innocently, not understanding the sarcastic undertone in Dean’s speech.

“Hello, anybody home?” Jody’s voice echoed through the bunker.

“They’re here!” Y/N chirped, making her way to the war room.

-short time skip-

So far Christmas had been nothing but pure happiness. Having Jody and the girls over, as well as Donna made Christmas this year much more special. Sam, Dean, Cass, Jack, and the ladies were most important in Y/N’s life. Some might say that they were her weaknesses, but she knew better. They were her strength. And now, with the family expanding, she would be having so much more to fight for.

During dinner, which was held in the library since it had more space and seating, Sam had been a little distant towards Y/N due to his nerves. Every time he looked at her or made any physical contact, the butterflies in his stomach whirled into a tornado. Y/N caught on to his odd behavior and was starting to think that Sam knew her secret and wasn’t very thrilled. She had only told Cass about it because he had figured it out before she even did.

“Sammy, are you okay?” She leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“Yeah, are you?” He replied gazing back with sincere worry for her in his beautiful ever-changing eyes.

“More than okay, but you seem a little distracted.”

Sam gulped at her observation. “Baby, don’t worry. I’m just really excited to open gifts. I just really hope you like what I got you.”

Y/N smiled and Sam’s heart fluttered like the first time he saw her, the first time they kissed, made love, the first time he saw her in his clothing, and the first time he realized he was in love with her. She was beautiful and she was the one, he was certain. “Baby, even if it was a Christmas card, I’d love it,” she said before leaning in and pecking him on the lips.

“Get a room you two,” Dean teased, a content smirk on his lips. Sam returned the gesture, taking Y/N’s hand in his, lacing their fingers together. He was starting to feel a little less nervous and maybe a little more confident.

Dinner came to and end and the dessert had been demolished. Next on the agenda was hot cocoa and opening presents. While everyone made their way to the common room, Dean and Y/N fetched the chocolate beverage.

When they entered the room, each with a tray full of marshmallow topped drinks with cocoa powder drizzled on top, they noticed Sam looking a little uneasy. Y/N tried to push down her own anxieties while Dean shook his head at his brother. With the drinks distributed, Dean and Y/N took a seat, sandwiching Sam between them. Alex and Claire sorted out the gifts preparing the finale of the day.

Gift opening so far had been filled with laughter. Jack had gotten a lot of clothes which he needed. Claire had gotten Cass his very own stuffed grumpy cat. Everyone was sure that it was his favorite gift. Dean was opening his gifts, all of which he adored. Sam had gotten him a new gun which was paired with devil-trapped carved silver bullets, handmade by Y/N.

Presents were all unwrapped. Dean stared Sam down while Cass sent a look towards Y/N. “I have one last present,” Sam and Y/N announced in unison, both of then turning to each other at the coincidence. “I’ll go first,” they both said at the same time again.

“Ladies first,” Sam ushered, allowing her to present her gift first.

“Okay,” she exhaled. “This is mostly for Sam, but I know that this will effect everyone here.” She left the room only to return with a small box neatly wrapped in Christmas themed paper, with a red bow on top.

Sam examined the box, shaking it in hopes for any clues. It was light and barely made a noise when he shook it. All eyes were on him, everyone just as curious to know what could be so big in a small box. Sam started to peel the wrapping paper, suspense rapidly building within her. When the paper was torn away and all was left was the box, Dean snapped in anticipation, “Hurry it up, Sammy!” Sam jumped a little before pulling the cover off.

Everyone leaned in wanting to catch a peek. Sam stared into the box along with Dean, who’s eyes widened before he snapped his head towards Y/N. She sent Dean a huge smile, nodding, knowing the question held in his sparkling green orbs.

“What is it?” Jack voiced the question that was flying through everyone’s mind.

Sam let out a quick breath before lifting the little onesie that read, “My first Christmas.” There were confused looks all around before Sam turned it around for all to read what was on it.

“Holy shit!” Claire gasped.

“Oh my gosh!” Alex squealed.

Jody was close to tears and Donna had her mouth hanging open, the cookie slipping passed her lips and falling to the ground.

“I don’t understand,” Jack stated, tilting his head in confusion.

“I’m… me. I… dad. I’m gonna…I’m gonna be a d-dad…” Sam stammered. Y/N began to get anxious. She knew Sam would be shocked but she was hoping for more of an excited and happy reaction. He seemed hesitant and mortified.

“S-Sam…” you trailed before he shot up from the seat exploding with joy.

“I’m gonna be a dad!” He shouted, pumping his fists in the air and into Dean, who joined Sam’s celebration dance.

“I’m an uncle!” Dean shouted.

Sam turned towards Y/N, wrapping his arms around her waist and hoisting her into the air before planting a passionate kiss on her lips. The whole room erupted with cheer, congratulating the couple, even Dean. When Y/N released a giant hug from Jody, she noticed Jody’s eyes expand, looking passed you.

“Oh right, Sam!” You twirled around only to find Sam down on one knee.

She froze in spot, her heart hammering in her chest. Sam stared up at her with tear stained cheeks as he held out a small, crimson colored, velvet box.

“Y/N, you’ve given me everything and so much more than I deserve. Now, you’ve given me the gift of life and I can’t be more grateful in my entire life,” Sam mentioned.

“Hey, I gave my life up for you,” Dean joked, causing the whole room to break into giggles.

“Y/N, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, please, will you marry me?” Sam finally asked.

“A million lifetimes, yes,” she cried, lunging into his arms.

“Merry Christmas to all,” Castiel whispered with a wide grin adorning his face. He spun towards you (the reader) and winked. “And a Happy New Year,” he added before turning away to bask in the warmth of his growing family. It was a Merry Christmas indeed.

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12 Days of Christmas Masterlist

Summary: You’re flying to Austin to spend your first Christmas with Gen, Jared, and the kids.

Pairing: Jared x Reader x Gen

Status: Complete

AO3

Tags: Open!

Challenge: Kari and Ida’s 12 Days of Christmas Challenge

Author’s Note: My entries for @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @thing-you-do-with-that-thing 12 days of Christmas Challenge. I may have cheated with a few of the prompts but I hope that’s still okay. This will be a series.

14th: Coming Home

15th: No Real Fireplace Needed

16th: Of Snowball Fights And Family Trips 

17th: An Awkward Question 

18th: New York, New York 

19th: Back in Austin 

20th: Fighting 

21st: Just a Little Nudge

22nd: Of Meetings and Perfect Trees 

23rd: Dancing

24th: New and Old Traditions

25th Surprises