#promptmas

[spnisthewayoflife]

Mydestielbabies_67 Promptmas

It's beginning to look a lot like promptmas

Posting starts December 1st

There is no specific posting dates. You have all of December to post the 12 Prompts.

Each prompt is a single prompt.

You cannot double up on the prompts.

Please adhere to the order of the list.

No implied/reference to Wincest.

The collection on ao3 is open to add your fic to.

There is no specific word count for fics. Art can be SFW and NSFW

Use the #promptmas or tag me wherever you post (@spnisthewayoflife, @/A_Bratty_Writer on X, @/leoniet.bsky.social on Bluesky) when posting so your work can be shared!

Have fun and be creative.

[blessyourhondahurley]

No Particular Place to Go

Written for @spnisthewayoflife’s Promptmas. Small stories that will connect into a larger but still very small story. First part is here.

Prompt: Christmas Roadtrips

(Read on AO3)

They pack up Cas's sensible car and hit the road with only the vaguest idea of an itinerary. Dean wants to put his toes in the sand, so they head more or less southward. As they drive, they stop for tourist traps, second-hand shops, barbecue joints, and anything else shiny that catches their attention. When it gets dark, they seek out the neighborhoods where the residents are getting competitive with their Christmas lights, and argue playfully between themselves over which house did it best.

From Lebanon it's fourteen hours of highway straight down to Corpus Christi, but they take three days to reach the parking lot next to the North Padre seawall. It's not exactly bathing suit weather on the Gulf Coast, but it's definitely warmer in Texas than it is in Kansas. The December sun shines valiantly through high, thin clouds, and the air is at least mild enough that they can kick off their shoes and leave their jackets in the car when they walk hand in hand down to the water.

Once Dean's gotten his fill of salty air and gritty sand (it doesn't take very long), they grab some lunch at a nearby taqueria.

“Well, now where should we go?” he muses as he's polishing off the last couple bites of his carne a la tampiqueña.

An odd expression flickers across his husband's face, there and gone so fast that Dean's not entirely certain he actually sees it. Then he shrugs and looks skyward as if seeking divine guidance.

“Hmmm... West?” he offers

Dean's not sure what just happened there with Cas, if anything, but west is as good an idea as any other. He stands up and carries his empty plate back to the counter.

“Works for me,” he says. “Let's get back on the road.”

[scarisd3ad]

Promptmas day 2 - first Christmas after the world ended

Pairing - Daryl Dixon x reader

Warnings - normal twd warnings

Promptmas ‘23 masterlist

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I was sitting in front of a blazing fire. The rest of the group huddled around as well. Snow poured down, laying a nice thick blanket of pure white snow around us. Normally, I would love the snow as it sets the mood for Christmas time. However, now it is a sign of death. It was a sign that we were all going to die soon.

The farm had gotten overrun about a month ago, leaving us homeless, sleeping on the sides of the road and in storage units. It was around Christmas, it just had to be, and I was going through some type of seasonal depression. Maybe it was because I'd never experience Christmas ever again, or maybe it was because I was freezing to death. I feel a hand press against my shoulder. I turn my head to see Daryl sitting down next to me, a small fleece blanket in his hand.

He hands it to me. "What's this for?" I ask, brows furrowing together. "Merry Christmas," he mutters as the soft fleece touches my fingertips. It was covered in a thin layer of dust, but it still looked brand new. My head cocks to the side, I unfold it and drape it over the lower half of my body. The blanket instantly relieving the painfully cold and numb feelings in my legs. "You want some?" I whisper as I try pulling the blanket over his legs as well. "Nah I'm good"

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@nezukos-number1fan @thatemophoenixgirl @gleefuleve @narryl0ver @syynnaaah

[powertaco]

Simply Magic

Weiss has been the Winter Maiden, one of the four watching over the world. For so long her life was one day after the other with no real difference between them. At least until she'd met Ruby, a mortal who was teaching her that maybe there was a different kind of magic than the one she knew.

[wildwestdean]

wish list

summary: dean shares his christmas wish with you

pairing: dean winchester x female reader

word count: 845

warnings: fluff, mutual pining, confessions, idiots in love

a/n: a short and sweet piece for day one of the Promt-Mas 2024 event in our lovely supernatural writers community; prompt 1 'all i want for christmas'

“What do you want for Christmas?” you asked, phone cradled to your ear. 

It was a simple question, one that had been asked many times before, yet it still made Dean stop in his tracks as he hesitated over his answer. 

“And don’t say pie,” you added playfully, pulling a chuckle from his lips. 

“Well, I can’t answer your question then, sweetheart,” he teased. 

“Oh, c’mon!” you groaned. “There has to be something you want.” 

Dean sighed, kicking his feet up on the table in the war room as he leaned back in his chair. He’s starting to feel like he never leaves this spot, sitting here like a sad puppy waiting for you to walk through the bunker door ever since you left two weeks ago, eager to help Jody and Donna work a case; a case that ended in the three of you taking a girls trip to some retreat in the mountains. 

He wanted you to come home. 

“Dean?” you called softly, pulling him from his thoughts when he took longer than usual to answer. 

“I don’t want anything,” he lied, shrugging his shoulders despite the fact you couldn’t see him. 

“Liar,” you laughed, easily picking up on his fib.

He couldn’t help but smile, the fuzzy feeling settling in his stomach once more at the realization of how well you know him. 

“What do you want?” he asked, hoping to flip the spotlight onto you. 

“Nuh-uh,” you tsked. “You’re not getting out of this so easily, Winchester.” 

“You’re a real pain in the ass, you know that?” he joked, voice laced with laughter. 

“I can be even worse!” you threatened with a laugh. “What if I guess? Will you tell me if I guess it?” 

“Sure, why not?” he agreed, mainly because he knew you’d never get it right. 

He listened with a grin as you rambled on, listing every possible thing that came to your mind for what he may want. Some were things that he himself didn’t even know he wanted, and while he did admit to them being good ideas, he remained adamant they weren’t his main wish; yet still refused to give an inch as to what that may be. 

“Would you stop being so stubborn?” you huffed in exasperation, knowing you should admit defeat but not wanting to; you were just as stubborn as him when it came down to it. 

“Why is it so important to you?” he asked with a laugh, finding your irritation over the situation rather endearing. 

“Because you’re important to me,” you told him. “I don’t want to get you just anything and call it a day. Yeah, I have some things for you already, but I want you to have something that’ll make you truly happy. Something special, y’know?” 

Dean fell silent after your explanation, your words bouncing around in his head as he tried to think of what to say, as he wondered how best to tell you. 

“Are you embarrassed to tell me or something? Because you should know by now that I’d never-” 

“Come home,” he said quietly, cutting off your speech. 

“Stop trying to change the subject,” you chuckled, not understanding what he was telling you. 

“No, I-” he started, taking a shaky breath. “That- that’s what I want.” 

“You… want me to come home?” you questioned, clearly confused. 

“I want you,” he admitted, his heart hammering against his ribcage so fiercely he wondered if you could hear it.

You fell so silent on the other end that he actually had to pull the phone away to make sure the call was still connected.

“Me?” you finally asked, voice barely above a whisper. 

“You,” he confirmed, chuckling nervously. “You’re what makes me happy, sweet girl. Hell, there was a point that I thought I’d never be truly happy again… and then one day, you showed up. There’s nothing that’ll be more special to me than you, sweetheart."

“So… what you’re saying is that I don’t need to spend money on you this year?” you asked playfully, trying to cover up your nerves with a joke. 

He let out a laugh, feeling some of his nerves starting to settle. “I’m saying all I want for Christmas is you.” 

“Only for Christmas, though, right?” you wondered, and Dean could just about hear the grin you wore. 

“Well,” Dean said contemplatively. “I was thinking I might keep you for, say… rest of our lives?” 

“Are you seriously confessing your love with a phone call?” you asked with a giggle, feeling giddy beyond belief. 

“No,” he said casually. “I’ll wait until you’re finally home to really say those words.” 

“Oh, okay,” you replied in understanding. “Well, guess it’s a good thing I’m home, then.”

Before he could respond, the bunker door screeched open as you finally stepped inside, and he quickly met your gaze as you grinned down at him from the railing. He matched your grin, standing from the chair as he ended the call. 

“Well,” you called down to him, laughing with glee. “Don’t you have a confession to make?” 

taglist: @roseblue373, @redmaro86, @snowayumi, @iluvdeanwinchester, @winharry, @star-yawnznn, @jc-winchester

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[supernotnatural2005]

A Christmas Miracle

Paring: Dean x Reader

Summary: An imaginative and innocent request to Santa leads to a Christmas morning revelation that brings a new level of joy and excitement to your family.

Prompt-Mas - Day one: “All i want for Christmas”

Word Count: 1K

AN: This is my first tackle at @chevroletdean Prompt-Mas for the Supernatural Writers Community. It’s short and sweet but hopefully some fluff overload to start December off 💕

Warnings: Just tooth-rotting fluff!! Daddy!Dean

Read part two HERE!!!

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It was the eve of Christmas Day, and you found yourself basking in the ‘calm before the storm’ as you sat at the kitchen table opposite Dean, nursing one of your herbal teas. 

“All I want for Christmas,” Dean began, his eyes flicking between you and the piece of paper in his hand with a raised brow. You gave him a small nod to continue, and he did, his lips twitching at the corners as he read the letter aloud.

“All I want for Christmas is to have a little brother, just like my daddy. I promise I’ll be his best friend and watch over him, just like Daddy does. I’ll be good and never be on the naughty list. Please, Santa. Will you help me? Olivia.”

Dean’s gaze lifted from the paper to you, his expression a mix of surprise and mild amusement. 

“Wow,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “So, we’ve got our four-year-old already planning out our future, huh?”

You chuckled, your gaze dropping to your cup. “You know how she is. Once she gets an idea in her head, it’s hard to shake. A little brother is all she talks about lately.”

Dean stared at the letter a beat longer, clearly considering the implications. "So... she wants me to get her a brother for Christmas? I work fast, but not that fast,” he scoffed, and you burst into laughter.

“Well, maybe not exactly,” you teased, a sly smile tugging at your lips. “I do have something I—”

Before you could finish, Olivia came charging into the room; her face lit up with excitement. “Mommy! Daddy! I wrote Santa a letter! Do you think he got it? Do you think he’ll get me what I asked for? I’ve been really good, I promise!”

Dean looked from you to Olivia, his expression shifting from humour to something a little more thoughtful. 

“Uh, sweetheart, I don’t think it works exactly like that,” he began gently. “But maybe, one day, you’ll get that brother.” 

His eyes flicked to you, noticing the slight shift in your posture, the way your lip caught between your teeth, a trace of worry in your eyes. But before he could ask, Olivia was bouncing again, caught up in her excitement, and the moment passed.

Christmas morning arrived with the usual flurry of activity: wrapping paper flying, laughter echoing through the bunker’s library, and the warm, familiar scent of cinnamon and pine filling the air. Olivia couldn’t contain her excitement, bounding from one present to the next, her face a blur of joy and holiday cheer.

Dean, in a particularly good mood this year, was handing out gifts with an easy grin, his eyes softening as he watched his daughter. You exchanged a quiet look with him, your heart swelling at how much he adored Olivia.

Sam had been on the receiving end of several hug attacks from his niece. Every gift he gave her was the best one she’d ever received, while Dean playfully sulked in the background.

“I think this one’s for you, Liv,” Dean said with a slight frown, handing her a small box wrapped in sparkly paper. He didn’t recognise it as one you two had gotten.

“Actually, it’s for both of you,” you corrected with a small smile, and Dean’s confusion deepened. Olivia’s eyes met Dean’s in a silent question, asking if she could open it. He nodded; his curiosity piqued.

Olivia’s hands flew over the wrapping, her excitement palpable, until she uncovered a neatly folded piece of tissue paper. As she unfolded it, her gasp made both you and Dean pause.

“What is it, Mommy?” she asked, holding up the small velvet box, looking at you in confusion.

You took it from her, your heart thudding as you carefully opened it. Inside, nestled in the soft velvet, was a pregnancy test.

Dean froze. His eyes moved from the test to you, then back to Olivia, still staring at the little box with innocent curiosity.

"You… you’re telling me…" Dean’s voice faltered as he processed the situation. His eyes widened, and he slowly reached out to grab the test from the box, inspecting it for confirmation. 

“Baby, you’re pregnant?” Dean asked in disbelief, a wave of emotion creeping into his voice. 

You nodded, tears pricking at your eyes. The weight of the moment settled over you, a mixture of nerves and joy. 

Dean’s expression softened, and before you could even react, he was pulling you into his arms. He whispered words of joy and relief into your neck, his own eyes misting over as he held you close. 

Olivia perked up, her face lighting with realization. “Does this mean I’m getting my baby brother? ‘Cause Santa really did it!” She squealed, clapping her hands together in excitement.

Tears welled up in your eyes, half sobbing, half laughing as you pulled away from Dean’s embrace. Dean, still holding Olivia in his arms, blinks away his own tears and kisses her forehead.

“Yeah, kid. Looks like you’re getting that little brother after all.”

A beat of silence passed as Olivia processed the news, and then she threw her arms around both of you, shouting, “I’m gonna be a big sister!” as she practically jumped in Dean’s arms.

Dean chuckled, his voice warm with affection as he looked over Olivia’s head at you. “Well, looks like I’m in for a whole new level of trouble.”

You laughed, your heart full of love, the warmth of the moment filling the room. “You wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Congratulations, guys,” Sam said, his voice thick with emotion as he stepped forward, pulling you into a tight hug. Dean rose to join in, accepting his own warm brotherly embrace, before Olivia broke them apart, demanding a hug from her Uncle Sammy.

Dean smiled as he watched Sam lift Olivia into the air, her infectious giggles echoing through the room as he spun her around. Sam, ever the strategist, tactically gave you and Dean a moment of peace.

When Dean’s eyes finally met yours, a quiet understanding passed between you two. You were the woman who had given him everything—his family, his purpose—and now, a little more love than either of you ever thought possible. No matter how chaotic things had gotten or would get, he knew one thing for sure: the road ahead, though unpredictable, was going to be filled with more love than either of you could have imagined.

AN: So I hope everyone enjoyed this little one shot, I want to try and commit to everyday posting for the prompt-mas, but I won't promise anything... we'll see what my mind can conjure 😅 Anyways let me know what you think 💕

[dubina-dawkins]

HOT CHOCOLATE

~560 words

day 4 of Promptmas

pairing: castiel x reader (but it's really lot more of just hints than a real thing)

> it's too bad that angels don't need to eat, is it? or drink... probably, hot chocolate is actually the coolest of all the things Cas could taste for the first time being in this vessel

warnings/notes: set somewhere in beginning of s5, gn! reader, some nicknames (angel, sparrow lol), maybe ooc I just dk how to write cas but I love him, kinda short, just a fluffy thing... I'm really write-blocking rn, but maaan how much I wanted to leave my part on promptmas and write smth for cas...

dividers by @anitalenia

"No need to drink either?"

Castiel looked at you with his usual glassy, empty eyes. He waved his head slowly, frowning... guess that count as "no"?

It was amazing that after thinking about Cass for so long, he just... appeared to you. But to your delight - or disappointment, depending on which way you looked at it - he hadn't come because of your request. A glass of hot chocolate from some coffee shop almost fell from your frozen hands. Yeah, well, it wasn't surprising he could find you, you weren't wearing the Seals of Enoch, which shut out the angels...

But it would be nice to just sit for once, wouldn't it? Now that Cas was against Heaven, he should have enjoyed Earth. So you sat him on the bench and started this whole conversation. Instead of discussing Dean's whereabouts with him.

"No, wait, angel, you can, like...Taste? Smells? You see things, hear things, can...feel things. So..."

"My vessel can feel it all, so I can. I don't need to keep it alive with energy from food when I'm strong enough," his blue eyes were too blue. Too blue. Was it an angelic trait that his eyes looked particularly clear, or did he just happen to pick a rather not-ugly vessel..? Yeah, this word sounded awful...

"So you're starving your vessel?"

"Not exactly... He doesn't feel it. You can't call it torture," did he blink at all? The whole time you were looking at him, he didn't blink once. Yeah, demons scared you sometimes, but you didn't think an angel would scare you more. Just with his lifeless eyes. Too blue and cold eyes. It wasn't normal. It wasn't human. Maybe that was what really scared you.

"But you didn't even try to try anything? Burgers? Pizza? Spicy Asian noodles? Anything at all?" you grab his shoulder and lean lower, but it doesn't change anything about him.

Do angels even have personal space? You've been toying with the idea of checking it out.

"Why would I?" he raises one eyebrow, still keeping his gaze on you. You'd like to tell him to look away for at least a little while, but... okay?

And yet, of the two of you, it's you who turns away, fixes your hair and raises the cardboard cup of hot chocolate to your lips, but stops before touching the edge. You smile, looking at the cup, then at the angel, then at the cup again...

"Listen, sparrow, do you mind a little...experimentation?" without waiting for an answer, you take his hand and slip the still hot cardboard cup into it, laughing. "Your first taste should be sweet...and nice!"

Castiel's focus finally turns away from you, and the angel twirls it in his hands. His blue eyes close a couple times as he blinks questioningly, his brow furrows, and Cas turns to you.

You're nodding.

God, that was silly!

He brings the cup to his lips and takes a couple of small sips. His pale fingers grip the cardboard a little harder, and the very face of Cas - or his vessel? How should I put it right? - wrinkles.

"Too sweet..."

It was like he was biting a cloud. You should have let him taste the cotton candy. Even though it wouldn't have been as sugary as your hot chocolate.

You burst out laughing, skillfully snatching the glass from his fingers, bending over his shoulder more so that your joyfulness doesn't embarrass the poor passersby so much...

"...Just like you."

a/n: just started s5 literally YESTERDAY man I love it sm. needed to write smth for this silly winged thing

[drosselmeyerwrites]

**NEW FIC** Guiding Lights

A candle lit to welcome weary travelers in from the cold leads to unexpected reunions...

For Chie's 2023 12 Days of Promptmas. Day 1: Candlelight.

Read on AO3.

Gifted to a friend not on Tumblr. 🧡

[spnisthewayoflife]

Day 2 - Secret Santa Set-Up

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61044997

Dean groaned as Charlie handed out folded pieces of paper. “And for those who celebrate the holidays, we, and by we I mean me, decided to do a Secret Santa. Limit is twenty dollars, it’s not optional, and yes, you have to participate,” Charlie added with a pointed glance in Dean’s direction.

Dean muttered under his breath, crumpling the piece of paper in his hand before smoothing it out to read the name scrawled across it. Great. Just great, he thought. Dean wasn’t exactly the holiday spirit type, and now he had to figure out a gift for someone on a budget that could barely buy lunch.

“C’mon, Dean, it’ll be fun,” Charlie teased, nudging him with her elbow. “Think of it as a chance to spread some cheer. Or at least pretend you’re capable of it for one day.”

Dean rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress the faintest smirk. “Fine. But if I get something lame, I’m holding you personally responsible.”

“Noted,” Charlie replied, grinning.

[blessyourhondahurley]

Tonight Is for Us

Written for @spnisthewayoflife’s Promptmas. Small stories that will connect into a larger but still very small story. First part is here.

Prompt: Starry Nights

(Read on AO3)

Cas drops his messenger bag with a thud as soon as he's inside the front door. He leans against the entryway wall while he's pushing off his loafers and then he just kind of keeps leaning there, brain blissfully offline for the first time all day. He's not sure how long he stands like that before his husband's chuckle snaps him back to reality.

“So how was work today, honey?” Dean asks with a wry smile.

Cas groans and lets himself fall into his partner's open arms.

“Okay, okay,” Dean soothes. He skillfully muscles the jacket off of Cas's shoulders and leads him over to the couch.

As Cas slumps back into the cushions, Dean snuggles up next to him and hands him a cup of fragrant, steaming tea.

“Did anything happen today, or...?”

“No, just December,” Cas grouses. “Everybody knows next week is a short week for the holiday, which means those days barely count for classwork. Which means this week feels like the last week before break, which means this week barely counts for classwork either. At this point I think that we should close the school from Thanksgiving straight through to the new year. Nobody's getting anything done anyway.” He takes a sip of his tea and hums. “Delicious, love, thank you.”

“You're welcome, sweetheart,” Dean murmurs. “I had something kinda fun planned for us for dinner tonight, but if you're wiped we can push it to tomorrow, no problem. Just let me know.”

Cas perks up immediately. “A surprise?” he asks with a smile.

“Yeah, a little one,” his husband replies. “You up for it?”

“Yes, definitely. I love your surprises.”

Dean pats him on the knee and stands up. “That's the spirit,” he says and reaches out a hand to pull Cas to his feet again. “Here, gimme your cup. Go change into your sweats, put on some slippers, and meet me out back.”

When Cas ambles out the back door a few minutes later, he can't keep from grinning at the scene that greets him. The snow has been totally cleared from the patio. Their Adirondack chairs have been turned to face out towards the yard, and there's a fire in the iron chiminea between them that's putting out enough heat to bring a lovely flush to Dean's cheeks where he sits.

As Cas takes his own seat, Dean hands him a white-wrapped bundle.

“I blew through all my day-off energy getting the deck shoveled out, so I didn't feel like cooking. But I have a feeling you'll still be satisfied with tonight's offering.”

Cas brings the object up to his nose and takes a massive inhale. “Is this...?” he asks, suddenly aware of exactly how many hours it's been since his meager lunch.

“Mm-hmm,” his husband replies with a smirk. “Your favorite Special Italian sub from Giorgio's.”

“Dean. Dean,” Cas says urgently, fingers scrabbling at the tape that holds the sandwich's paper wrapping in place. “Dean, I love you. I love you so much, Dean.”

“I know.” He produces two bottles of beer from beside his chair and hands one over. “Enjoy, sunshine.”

They stay out back the rest of the evening. Faces fire-warm, bellies full, December stars above, they unwind from the stresses of the season and reconnect.

Story continues here

[chevroletdean]

I love everything about this, my heart is now warm and full! This is so cuteeeee!!!

“santa isn’t real. that isn’t much of a secret.” cas stated, reaching his hand in the beanie and pulling out a name. “dean.” you all stare at cas for a while, squinting and pursing your lips.

Please, this had me laughing for a full minute. Cas deserves the world. Also, I fully agree that Dean would suck at wrapping presents. I do too, it's okay. He's still jolly, love the little happy moments for Team Free Will <3

full of us | dean winchester 🎁

pairing: dean winchester x reader

genre: fluff

wordcount: 1.3k

summary: dean pulled your name for secret santa - day 16 of prompt-mas for supernatural writers community!

a/n: it’s getting close to christmasss im so excited! i just love soft dean and i loved this prompt! i feel like dean would be such a good gift giver

christmas. your favorite time of year.

ever since you had started hunting with the winchesters, christmas had really been put on the back burner. you were all so busy with hunts, if it weren’t for the christmas decorations dressing each house in a robe of light and color, you don’t think you would know it was christmas at all.

dean often caught a look of sadness in your eyes when you passed through the suburbs of god knows where, your eyes fixated on the display of red, green, gold… you had told him before how dearly you loved christmas, but what you had wanted to tell him too, was that you would love nothing more than to spend a christmas with him.

after a successful hunt in michigan, you were back at the bunker. this was the first christmas since you had found this place and decided to stay, and it was the first christmas in a long time where you had something close to a home to go back to.

that’s when dean decided. there would be a christmas this year. one where you could enjoy the day without any distractions. the bunker was safe. you could all be happy together, make some memories that didn’t include mutual trauma.

“why don’t we do secret santa this year?” he spoke into the silence as you trudged your way down the bunker steps.

you stopped in your tracks, with dean behind you and sam behind him. the abruptness caught them both off guard and they had to fight the air not to fall down behind you and send you all flying. “woah, maybe should’ve waited until we weren’t on the staircase.” dean let out a light chuckle, reaching his free arm up to rub your arm and give it a light squeeze. you continued down the stairs, throwing your duffle on the floor and once dean was safely down the stairs, you practically ran into his arms, causing him to stumble back and drop his own duffle on the ground. his arms immediately curled around you, and the smile making its way onto his face was bigger than any he could ever remember.

“i’m gonna write our names down and then we can pick a name each!” you ran into the kitchen, almost tripping in your excitement.

“hey, be careful!” dean rolled his eyes, looking back at sam who was trying to suppress a laugh.

“we hunt monsters, i think if the only thing bad that happened was falling over it would actually be a good day.”

you wandered back into the room with a beanie filled with four pieces of paper, one for each of your names plus cas. “castiel! get in here.” with a flutter, castiel appeared with the three of you.

“we’re doing secret santa. pick a name!” you held out the beanie to cas, who looked bewildered.

“santa isn’t real. that isn’t much of a secret.” cas stated, reaching his hand in the beanie and pulling out a name. “dean.” you all stare at cas for a while, squinting and pursing your lips.

“okay. alright. yeah that’s my fault for not explaining, let’s try again. put it back in and you can choose again, but don’t say it out loud. you’re the only person that knows who you have, and you have to buy that person a gift. and then we find out whose name we pulled when we exchange gifts.” you smiled, holding out the beanie to cas again, and you all took turns taking a name out of the beanie. you got cas, cas got sam, sam got dean, and dean got you.

he couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear when he read your name on the piece of paper. truthfully, he knew exactly what he was going to give you.

a few weeks passed and before you knew it, it was christmas day. you had taken the time to decorate the bunker with christmas ornaments and make it all warm and cozy. you weren’t sure what would happen in the future, and you didn’t want to miss an opportunity to have the perfect christmas when you had the chance.

you had christmas songs playing from your ipod, tinsel wrapped around your neck like a scarf.

dean took a moment to wiggle the tinsel as he passed you, waving it in your face before you slapped his hand away. “loser.”

“come on, it’s present time.” he grabbed your hand, pulling you to sit down.

“alright, well, who wants to go first?” sam enquired as everyone put the presents they had bought on the table.

“cas can go first!” you slid him over the present and he opened it up. it was an angel, one that goes on top of the christmas tree, but you had put a little trenchcoat on it.

“this does not look like me. but thank you.”

“it may not look like you but it looks exactly like your vessel! sam, you wanna go next?”

“sure.” he looked down at the table to catch sight of the gift cas had bought for him. it was not wrapped. “i wonder what it could be?” sam joked, picking up the gift. it was a hairbrush.

“the lady in the store said it was for hair and you have hair.”

“indeed. use it now for us.” you and dean were suppressing a laugh, leaning into each other as sam brushed his hair. “dean, you wanna open yours next? i don’t mind going last.”

“alright, sure.” sam handed dean a neatly wrapped package which dean tore open immediately. it was cologne, but specifically one dean used to wear back when he and sam were still at school. it wasn’t around much anymore and it was hard to come by. “how’d you find this? that’s awesome. thanks.” they nodded at each other, kind of awkward like brothers do, but you could tell dean really appreciated the gift.

there was just you left now to receive your gift, and just one person who hadn’t given theirs out yet.

“look. i- uh. don’t look too disappointed, okay? it’s kind of dumb, i don’t know.” dean handed you your gift. it was wrapped up nicely. he didn’t want you to know, but he was terrible at wrapping gifts, making it look that nice took him an hour.

underneath the wrapping was a box filled with memories. memories of you and dean. pictures from the disposable cameras you loved using to pass the time, pictures of the two of you together. underneath the pictures was a receipt. it was a little faded, but you could make out the date. it was the day you met. there was a strip of photos from when you and dean found a photobooth. a keyring from the town you went to on your first hunt. every single part of your lives together, every first, was all in this box. right at the bottom of the box was a tiny bead. you knew what it was straight away. years before, dean had given you a bracelet. it was just something he picked up from the store that he thought you would like. you never took it off, until during a hunt it got torn off. the beads went flying and most of them were lost, but dean found this one on the floor. he kept it on him all the time like a good luck charm. you tried to stop your eyes from welling up as you took it all in. he kissed the side of your head. cas had disappeared and sam had crept off into the other room by this point, leaving you alone.

“why did you do all this?”

“come on… you know why.”

“i want you to say it…”

“i love you. that’s why.”

“what took you so long?” you joked.

“shut up.” he chuckled, pulling each side of your tinsel scarf until your lips met his.

comments, feedback etc always appreciated! thank you for reading!

[scarisd3ad]

‘Baby it’s cold outside’ - promptmas day 3

Pairing - Joel miller x fem!reader

warnings - age gap, cursing, no outbreak au, mentions of parents disapproving of relationship, drinking.

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The fire blazed away in the fireplace as I sighed, leaning my head against Joel's shoulder. It was one of those winters in Texas where we got unannounced snow. which happens every 5 or 6 years. Our date night had gotten snowed in, which led to all our plans being canceled and both of us snuggled up on his couch all dressed up. I utter a quiet "I should go," he groans, muttering "Baby, it's cold outside," before whispering, "Stay." I still lived with my parents and if I didn't show up at home, especially after a snowstorm like this, I'd never hear the end of it.

"Baby," As I manage to remove myself from his embrace, I let out a low murmur. Slowly, I rise to my feet, feeling his gaze fixed on me. His eyes, which had been tightly shut, snap open, revealing a glint of surprise. "c'mon it's cold outside. Don' need ya out there on yer own," he says as his hand reaches out and wraps itself around my wrist, subsequently stopping me from moving any further. "My mom's gonna get worried Joel, and y'know, Daddy already doesn't like you. If he finds out I stayed here, he's going to throw a fit Joel. " He rolls his eyes. My dad had never liked Joel. always going on about how he was way too old for me, and how I could find a man who was more appropriate for me to date while momma always muttered for him to 'hush' knowing that they had a 15-year age gap themselves. "Why not just one more drink, huh? Then I'll drive ya home. " I roll my eyes as I let out a reluctant sigh. "fine, just hurry," I whisper. He smirks as he stands up and walks off.

He hands me a small glass filled with what looks like whiskey, and something I can't distinguish. I take a small sip, letting its bitter taste sit on my tongue before looking up at him. "what's in this drink?" he ignores my question immediately, beginning to go on about it being too cold outside again. "You really should stay here tonight, don' wanna risk getting stuck out there." I can't say the thought of staying the night wasn't beginning to burrow into my mind. Maybe it was the best idea to stay the night. I should say no, that my mother and father are waiting up, but it is cold, and I don't feel like putting my coat on, or my shoes, or my hat.

I hear the repetitive ringing as Joel's landline presses against my ear. "Hello?" I hear my mother's voice on the other side. "Hey momma I'm going to stay the night at Joel's alright, so don't wait up."

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[powertaco]

Electing to Follow a new Path

Nora had thought it was a sure thing. Everyone had said they were basically a couple, but trying to spring a kiss on Ren only to be told he didn't really feel that way, toward anyone, couldn't? That had hurt.

But she was Nora Valkyrie and she wasn't going to let that stop her from being awesome.

[supernotnatural2005]

A Christmas Miracle: Timestamp - First Snow

Paring: Dean x Reader

Summary: It's the heaviest snowfall in years and Olivia can’t wait to introduce her favourite person to the magic of the Winter season.

Prompt-Mas Day two - First Snow

Word count: 1k

AN: Ahh so i couldn’t leave this little family alone and had to add on a little timestamp. Just so happens it worked perfectly for @chevroletdean Prompt-Mas for the Supernatural Writers Community, i hope you all enjoy this as much as i did writing it 💕

Warnings: Daddy!Dean, again just tooth-rotting fluff

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~ 2 Years Later ~ The sound of tiny feet pitter-pattering through the bunker was a welcome reminder of just how much had changed in the years since that unforgettable Christmas morning.  Now, a couple of years older, Olivia had taken to being a big sister with all the enthusiasm you could have hoped for. She also got her second wish. You in fact did have a boy, and she got her little brother.  She was practically Bobby's second mother—always looking out for him, sharing her toys, and making sure he felt like the centre of her world.  Dean had been right. The chaos and the love had only multiplied, but it was the kind of mess you wouldn't trade for anything. Today, however, was special. Snowflakes had begun falling softly outside, the first real snow of the season and the last two years. Olivia was practically bouncing off the walls, eager to show Bobby what winter was all about. "Mom! Dad! You have to come see! It’s snowing! It's Bobby’s first snow!" Olivia's voice echoed through the bunker’s halls as she guided a newly walking Bobby to the bunker’s entrance; her excitement contagious.  She had been checking the little window in the garage, which gave, pretty much the only view you had of the outside world, every morning for snowfall.  Dean looked up from his phone and placed it on the map table, a fond smile tugging at his lips. Bobby, now a sturdy two-year-old, stood in Olivia's grasp, his round green eyes wide with curiosity.  You stood from your seat beside Dean, where you’d been nursing your coffee, and joined them by the steps, Dean following shortly after and wrapping his arms around you from behind.  “How’d we make such incredible kids?” You whispered, leaning back into Dean as you watched Olivia help Bobby into his coat. Your heart incredibly warm and full.  “I honestly ask myself that every day, that and how lucky I am to have the three of you.” He mumbled into your neck along with a sweet kiss against your skin. You squeezed the arms wrapped around you in understanding.  Olivia, now pulling on her boots and jacket, glanced over her shoulder at you, her face alight with joy. “He’s gonna love it, Mommy. We can make snowmen, and he can catch snowflakes on his tongue! He’s going to think it’s magic!” Bobby, still mostly unsure of what was happening but sensing the excitement, let out a giggle as his sister placed his sock-monkey hat upon his sandy-blonde locks.  “Well, kiddo,” Dean said, kneeling down beside Olivia and adjusting her own purple-knitted hat. “Looks like you’re in charge of showing him the ropes. How about we all get bundled up and head outside?” Olivia nodded eagerly, already making her way up the steps whilst Dean slipped on his jacket and scooped up Bobby in his arms. “Come on! We gotta hurry before it melts!” You and Dean shared a fond look and both shook your heads at her impatience, but you slipped on your coat and followed Dean up the steps, slipping by him to help unlock the heavy bunker door.  Once outside, you gasped in awe. The snow had fallen heavily, the heaviest it had in years, and the world around you felt like a magical winter wonderland. Flurries of snow fluttered down from the grey sky, and the ground was blanketed with a thick layer of glistening snow. It was beautiful, almost unreal, like something out of a fairytale.

Olivia practically leaped into the snow, spinning around with her arms outstretched, her laughter ringing through the chilly air.  Dean gently placed Bobby on the ground, holding his tiny hands as he took his first tentative steps in the snow. His little boots crunched in the fresh powder, and his wide green eyes followed each falling snowflake in wonder: his tiny face lighting up with delight. "Catch a snowflake, Bobby! Like this!" Olivia crouched down, her mittens catching snowflakes that dissolved almost instantly, her voice bubbling with excitement. Bobby stretched his chubby hands upward, attempting to catch the snowflakes, his face breaking into a grin as the icy crystals melted on his skin. His giggles were music to your ears, a sound so pure, so full of joy. Dean stood beside you, his eyes locked on the children as they explored the wooded area across from the bunker. The weight of the moment wasn’t lost on him. He turned to you, his voice soft. “Can’t believe we’re here. After everything," His words died in his throat as he shook away the past, wanting nothing more than to focus on his future instead. "Just... look at them.” You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his waist as the cold air swirled around you. Feeling very much the same as Dean. “I know. We’ve got everything we could ever need.” “Yeah,” he agreed, his voice full of emotion. “Everything.” His arms tightened around you for a brief moment, as if trying to hold on to this perfect moment. As Olivia scooped up a handful of snow to begin building a snowman, Bobby, eagerly trying to imitate her, you couldn’t help but giggle. The playful chaos that followed soon after—a snowball fight between you, Dean, and Olivia—had you laughing so hard, it was as if you were a little kid again yourself.  Wanting, quickly out of the attack, you scooped up Bobby, using him as your immunity from the incoming barrage of snowballs holding him close as he squealed with glee. You stood there, watching the scene unfold around you in a daze, unable to quite believe how far you’d come. After all the pain, all the heartache, you had your family—your happy ending—right here in this moment, in the snow. You held Bobby tightly, feeling his little arms wrap around your neck as he tried to get a better view of his big sister’s snowman, his soft giggles a constant reminder of how beautiful life had become. Dean was right. Despite all the madness, all the fighting, together you had built something unbreakable. A family. Your family.

AN: Okay guys! I hope you enjoyed this little snippet into their lives, are you glad Olivia got her wish for a little brother? And how sweet she is with him 😭

[keeryhours]

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wildflower - an eddie munson x fem!reader and steve harrington x fem!reader love triangle｜henderson!reader, mom!reader, dad!eddie, rockstar!eddie, ex!eddie, best friend!steve｜+18｜ongoing

the needle and the damage done - an eddie munson x fem!reader rockstar au｜mom!wife!reader, dad!husband!eddie, rockstar!eddie, addict!eddie｜+18｜ongoing

real love, baby - billy hargrove x fem!reader｜hookup to lovers｜pregnant!reader｜+18｜ongoing

nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby - eddie munson x fem!reader｜dbf!eddie, older!eddie, harrington!reader｜dad’s best friend trope｜+18｜ongoing

teen pregnancy series - a ST x fem!reader pregnancy series｜+18｜ongoing

baby daddy! rafe series - a rafe cameron x fem!reader anthology series｜dad!rafe, mom!reader, ex!rafe｜+18｜ongoing

runaways - steve harrington x fem!reader｜preacher’s daughter!reader, track star!reader, baseball player!steve｜+18｜coming soon

such small hands - eddie munson x fem!henderson!reader｜major angst, hurt/little comfort, post s4 events, pregnancy, some x steve｜+18｜ongoing

bigger than the whole sky - steve harrington x fem!reader｜angst, hurt/comfort, pregnancy, loss｜+18｜coming soon

we are never getting back together - eddie munson x fem!reader｜ex husband!eddie, ex wife!reader, dad!eddie, mom!reader, older!eddie｜+18｜coming soon

don’t say you love me - eddie munson x fem!reader, billy hargrove x fem!reader｜hopper!reader, love triangle, pregnancy｜+18｜ongoing

closer to morning - eddie munson x fem!reader｜ex husband!steve, step dad!eddie, mom!reader, dad!steve｜+18｜coming soon

jason doesn’t know - eddie munson x fem!reader｜jason carver’s wife!reader, cheating｜+18｜coming soon

dinner in america - eddie munson x fem!reader｜based on the movie｜+18｜coming soon

scream: the hawkins massacre - an eddie munson x fem!reader horror miniseries｜scream au｜+18｜coming soon

stop the stars - billy hargrove x fem! oc katelyn henderson｜hookup to lovers angst｜+18｜semi-hiatus

one shots

steve harrington

zombie movies & first kisses - steve x fem! henderson! reader｜first date｜fluff

lover boy - steve x fem!reader｜modern college au｜frat king!steve｜+18｜smut

for the very first time - steve x fem!reader｜virgin!reader｜+18｜fluff, smut

is there someone else? - steve x fem!reader, some eddie munson x fem!reader｜college au｜+18｜smut

baby, it’s cold outside - steve x fem!reader｜best friend!steve, christmas｜promptmas 2024｜+18｜smut

fall in love again - steve x ex wife!reader｜mom!reader, dad!steve｜christmas ‘24｜fluff

no one knows (oh, what you do to me) - steve x fem!reader｜ceo!steve, older!steve, personal assistant!reader｜1k celebration｜+18｜smut

there is no other love (it’s only yours) - steve x fem!reader｜5 times i was mistaken for steve’s girlfriend and the one time i really was｜best friend!reader, idiots in love｜fluff

i bet on losing dogs - steve harrington x billy hargrove｜+18｜angst, smut

billy hargrove

how do i live without you? - billy x fem!reader, platonic steve harrington!reader｜pregnant!reader｜angst with some fluff

i bet on losing dogs - billy hargrove x steve harrington｜+18｜angst, smut

eddie munson

late night with the devil - eddie x fem!reader｜+18｜smut

please please please - eddie x fem!reader｜hopper!reader, delinquent!eddie｜+18｜smut

flesh and bone - eddie x fem!reader｜+18｜smut

new year’s magic - eddie x fem!reader｜NYE ‘24｜fluff

nothing else matters - eddie x fem!reader｜older!eddie, birthday boy for CCF｜+18｜smut

meet the parents - eddie x fem!reader｜promptmas ‘24｜+18｜smut

do you trust me? - eddie x fem!reader｜vampire!eddie｜+18｜smut

please be gentle (when you’re tearing me apart) - eddie x fem!reader, steve harrington x fem!reader｜asshole!eddie｜+18｜major angst, some smut

do you wanna come over? - eddie x fem!reader｜virgin!eddie, cheerleader!reader｜+18｜smut

wildest dreams - eddie x fem!reader｜bakery order｜virgin!eddie, best friend!reader｜first time, friends to lovers, porn with no plot｜+18｜smut

you must be a dream - eddie x fem!reader｜perv!eddie, virgin!eddie, Carver!reader, popular!cheerleader!reader, fwb!king!steve｜pure filth｜+18｜smut

⤷ Part 2 next week

robin buckley

naked in manhattan - robin x fem!reader｜best friend!robin｜promptmas ‘24｜+18｜smut

jonathan byers

girls on film - jonathan x fem!reader｜+18｜smut

undressed - jonathan x fem!munson!reader｜first time｜+18｜smut

rafe cameron

baby, come here (i get so lonely at night) - rafe x fem!reader｜frat!rafe｜+18｜smut

jj maybank

friends don’t - jj x fem!reader｜best friend!jj｜fluff

emperor geta

an heir for an emperor - geta x fem!reader｜empress!reader｜+18｜smut

⤷ the emperor’s love - geta x fem!reader｜ empress!reader｜part 2｜+18｜smut

both arms cradle you now - geta x fem!reader｜bakery order｜surprise pregnancy, forbidden love｜+18｜smut

gator tillman

you know my desire - gator x fem!reader｜gunplay｜+18｜smut

don’t forget (you’re mine) - gator x fem!reader｜1k celebration｜+18｜smut

sam (warfare)

coming home to you - sam x fem!wife!reader｜check warnings!｜+18｜angst, fluff, smut

joel miller

listen to that fireplace roar - joel x fem!reader｜younger!reader｜+18｜smut

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steve harrington

take a ride - steve x fem!reader｜baby making in the truck｜+18｜smut

good for us - steve x eddie munson x fem!reader｜hard dom!steve, soft dom!eddie, sub!reader, threesome｜+18｜smut

kiss me - steve x fem!reader｜coworker!reader｜1k celebration｜fluff

rockstar!steve - steve x fem!reader｜rockstar!steve｜+18｜smut

billy hargrove

please… - billy x fem!reader｜+18｜smut

blurb bakery order 3 - billy x fem!reader｜dubcon, sex pollen｜+18｜smut

eddie munson

good for us - eddie x steve harrington x fem!reader｜hard dom!steve, soft dom!eddie, sub!reader, threesome｜+18｜smut

pussydrunk eddie - eddie x fem!reader｜+18｜smut

sucking eddie off - eddie x fem!reader｜+18｜smut

eddie & plus size gf go to prom - eddie x plus size! fem!reader｜+18｜smut

love letters - eddie x fem!reader｜dom!eddie｜+18｜smut

obey your (dungeon) master - eddie x fem!reader｜dom!eddie｜+18｜smut

don’t stop - eddie x fem!reader｜sub!eddie｜+18｜smut

blurb bakery order 1 - eddie x fem!reader｜first time, one bed trope｜+18｜smut

blurb bakery order 2 - eddie x fem!reader｜baker’s choice｜+18｜smut

blurb bakery order 4 - eddie x fem!reader｜rockstar au, one bed trope｜+18｜smut

rafe cameron

rafe & his plus size gf - rafe x plus size! fem!reader｜+18｜smut

headcanons

the guys taking care of you while sick - billy hargrove, eddie munson, eric (aqpdo)

events

promptmas 2024

1k celebration

[spnisthewayoflife]

Wanna Build A Snowman by Mydestielbabies_67

The first story in this year's Christmas prompts!

Day 1 - Snowed in/Snowfall

Read on ao3 here!