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NSFW headcanons - Ruby

Ruby x female!reader 18+

Content warnings : teasing, kissing, begging, talking you through it

Very self explanatory loll, pretty much smut just in headcanon form

Word count ; 891

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── .✦ She Takes Her Time Wrecking You

⟢ Ruby’s not just about rough, fast, desperate—she likes to take her time, dragging things out until you’re trembling under her touch. She’ll pin you down, straddle your hips, and smirk as she traces slow, deliberate circles over your skin.

⟢ Every touch is measured, every move designed to make you squirm. She wants to see how much you need her, how worked up she can get you before she finally gives in and gives you what you want. And even then, it’s only when she’s satisfied with how ruined you already look for her.

── .✦ She’s Wickedly Good With Her Hands

⟢ Ruby’s fingers are her favorite weapon. The way they tease, the way they press into your skin, the way she hooks them just right to make you gasp.

⟢ She loves pinning your wrists above your head with just one hand while the other slowly trails down your body, barely touching, making you shiver in anticipation. Her voice is smooth, teasing as she murmurs, “I could keep this up all night, sweetheart. You think you can handle that?”

── .✦ She Talks You Through It, and It’s Filthy

⟢ Ruby has a way with words, and she knows it. She’ll murmur in your ear while she’s working you over, voice low and sultry: “That’s it, baby—just like that. Let me hear you.”

⟢ She lives for your reactions, for the way your breathing changes, for the way you shudder under her. And if you ever try to hold back a moan? Oh, she notices. And she doesn’t like it. She’ll stop whatever she’s doing, grip your chin, and smirk: “What’s the matter, angel? You getting shy on me? That’s cute. But I want to hear you.”

── .✦ She’s Possessive in the Most Sinful Ways

⟢ Ruby doesn’t just want you—she owns you in the most intoxicating way. She needs to see the evidence of what she’s done to you the next day. She loves the marks she leaves—bites, bruises, scratches running down your back. And she definitely loves tracing them with her fingers afterward, grinning to herself.

⟢ If someone even looks at you the wrong way after a night with her, she just leans in close, lips brushing your ear as she murmurs, “They don’t even know who you belong to, do they?”

── .✦ She’ll Make You Beg Just Because She Can

⟢ Ruby relishes in power, and that includes having you completely at her mercy. She likes seeing you desperate, writhing under her, pleading for more. And she makes you work for it.

⟢ She’ll ghost her lips over your skin, barely applying pressure, teasing you with slow, fleeting touches until you’re breathless, frustrated, and maybe even a little teary-eyed from how badly you need her. And that’s when she smirks, tilting your chin up with two fingers and whispering, “You’re so pretty when you beg. Say it again for me.”

── .✦ She Loves Eye Contact, and She Won’t Break It

⟢ There’s something about the way Ruby watches you—like she’s drinking in every little reaction. Whether she’s got you pinned beneath her or she’s taking her time going down on you, she holds your gaze. It’s deliberate, intense, almost intimidating.

⟢ If you try to look away? She’ll grab your chin, tilt your face back toward hers, and smirk: “Uh-uh, baby. I want you to look at me when I make you fall apart.”

── .✦ She’s Almost Too Good With Her Mouth

⟢ Ruby loves using her mouth on you, and it shows. She’s slow, deliberate, teasing you with soft kisses before diving in like she needs to taste you. She takes her time, hums against your skin just to drive you crazy, grips your thighs like she never wants to let go. And when you get close? She knows.

⟢ She’ll slow down just to tease you, chuckling as you whimper, before finally picking up the pace again, determined to pull you over the edge in the most earth-shattering way possible.

── .✦ She Gets Off on How Much You Trust Her

⟢ Beneath all the teasing, the control, the smug little smirks, there’s something deeper in the way Ruby touches you. She’s a demon—she knows she’s dangerous—but the fact that you trust her, that you let her do this to you, that you want her like this? It drives her wild.

⟢ There’s something almost reverent in the way she touches you sometimes, in the way she murmurs your name against your skin, in the way her hands shake just a little when she pulls you close after.

⟢ She won’t say it out loud, but she loves you in a way that’s all-consuming, and this is how she shows it.

── .✦ Her Aftercare Is Rough Around the Edges, but It’s There

⟢ Ruby’s not soft, not exactly. She’s not the type to whisper sweet nothings or cuddle up like a lovesick fool. But after? When she’s completely wrecked you? She’s there. She’ll tuck you against her, run her fingers through your hair, maybe press a lazy kiss to your shoulder.

⟢ She won’t say much, but she does murmur little things under her breath—“You good, sweetheart?” or “Damn, look at you. You okay?” She’ll smirk, tease you a little “Didn’t think you’d last that long, but you proved me wrong” —but if you’re too tired to move, she’ll get up, bring you water, and crawl right back into bed beside you like she never left.

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✶ don't mind — ruby

cw : gn!reader, angst, unrequited(?not?) love, arguing sorta, unedited, 597 words. requested ! for my 900 followers event [ closed ] .

prompt : in the hallway between the front room and the kitchen + “what part of ‘i love you’ do you not understand?”

frankly, ruby isn’t always the easiest personality to deal with. she’s stubborn and snarky and mean. she’s not mean to you, of course, but she is a demon after all. but you can’t deny that it’s all part of the reason you love her. you’re stubborn too. her snarkiness matches your own sense of humor; it’s cute, even. and she’s extra mean to the people who dare to cross you. secretly, she gets very protective.

she likes when you call her pretty, when you cross lines, when you tangle your hands in her hair and slot your hips against hers, but it turns out that she doesn’t like the big three words. they fall from your tongue, murmured in the softness of that afterglow, your lips brushing against her ear as you hold her naked form close.

when she hears that, she stills, then shakes her head. “no, you don’t,” she whispers back, almost sounding guilty. you thought she liked having you wrapped around her pretty little fingers, and that those words would be the ultimate expression of your willingness to be hers. you don’t expect her to say it back, at least not today, but she’s impressively fast to pull her clothes back on a rush out the bedroom. you follow, more clumsy than her, bewildered by her reaction.

“ruby, wait,” you call after her, stopping her in the hallway between the front room and kitchen of your apartment. your fingers wrap around your wrist.

“you shouldn’t say that,” she tells you, frowning, and much more serious with you than she usually is.

“i didn’t expect you to say it back,” you explain, “and i’m sorry if you didn’t want to hear it.” you frown back. “but i meant it, and i’m allowed to tell you what i feel if i want.”

she shakes her head again. “this isn’t that,” she says, and it is mean to you.

“it is to me,” you insist, “i mean, jesus, what part of ‘i love you’ do you not understand?”

“none of it!” she snaps vehemently, “i’m a demon.”

“i don’t think that’s true,” you retort, “i think you remember more about being human than you let on, i think you actually care. you’re acting like you know exactly what i mean when i say that, and like i shouldn’t feel that way about you. ruby, i don’t give a damn that you’re a demon, that you’re not a good person, or whatever. and maybe you don’t love me back, but you like me and it scares you, doesn’t it?”

she glares at you like you’re right. “i can’t be what you want. i don’t want to be what you want,” she says plainly.

“you don’t know what i want,” you insist, “and i don’t care. i’m not asking you to be what i want. i’m not asking for anything back. but it’s stupid to pretend that you’re only here for the sex. you kiss me like you mean it.”

ruby’s the type to keep arguing, but she also knows she can’t convince you otherwise. “i’m not–,” she huffs out a sigh, not even sure what her counterpoint is supposed to be. this whole time she hasn’t tried to move away from you. her small wrist is still in your hand. her fingers itch to thread through yours.

“that’s fine,” you insist, because you mean it regardless of what she could’ve finished that sentence with. whatever it is, it’s fine. you just don’t want her to walk away. “and baby, you left your panties and bra on my floor.”

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empty church, 5:30 a.m. — ruby

cw : gn!reader, fluff, nothing i'm just in love with her, 540 words. requested ! for my 800 followers event [ closed ] .

summary : even in odd places at odd times, ruby always makes you laugh.

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ruby is funny. she’s sarcastic and snarky and witty and she makes you laugh. she knows how to make you laugh hard.

it’s just about the oddest thing to sit on the steps of an abandoned church in the middle of nowhere with a demon—the prettiest demon to live, if you’re the one who’s asked—laughing to the point that you snort aloud. all she’s done is made some stupid joke about how men are idiots. she’s not even wrong at all, but the way that she says it, the judgy and oh-so-adorable face that she makes, has you leaning into her side with a hand on her thigh.

“what? i’m serious!” she insists, a bit of a laugh in her voice too. she looks at you, picking out her favorite features of yours in the dim, pre-sunrise morning light. “you think anything i say is funny, don’t you?” she’s almost condescending in the teasing, but in the way that makes it seem like she likes that she can make you laugh without trying. it strokes her ego, tells her she has you hooked.

of course, you have her hooked too. your laugh might be her drug of choice. and sometimes it feels like it wasn’t even her choice. it just happened, and now she loves you, in all the ways she knows how. i mean, for god's sake—well, not god’s, she’d say—you order french fries instead of potato chips with your meal at that stupid diner so that she can eat them. she’s pretty sure you don’t like french fries very much.

“not anything,” you defend yourself. it’s a lie. if she meant for it to be even remotely humorous, you’re very likely to laugh about it. or at least give a little amused scoff. she loves that sound, too.

when she really thinks about it, she doesn’t just like that she can make you laugh so effortlessly to know that she has you. she just likes it when you smile. ruby likes the way that you wear joy, and she likes to be the one to put it on you.

“yes, anything,” she argues, shaking her head at you playfully. “it’s cute,” she states, grinning and reaching over to place her hand on the back of your head. “c’mon, baby. admit you think anything i say is funny.”

“that’s not fair,” you disagree, turning your head to her the second you feel her soft hand there. “you’ve already decided, you just want to hear me say it.”

“i do,” she confirms with a loving smirk, leaning closer. you can’t hold back a breathy huff of laughter because you think it’s funny that she doesn’t even try to deny it. and with that, you’ve really been caught, and there’s no use in saying anything except for what she wants to hear.

“fine,” you force the falsely begrudging word through a grin that’s difficult to contain. “you’re right.” she looks at you, pleased. her dark brown eyes are dim at this hour, the cross above her head has turned upside down. fields surround the decaying church, and the sun won’t rise for almost another hour. ruby leans a little closer, but she waits for you.

gladly, you close the gap and kiss her.

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . .

sensitive slasher — ❝ DEMONKNIFE .ᐟ READER ❞

⛤ meet dem . . . she was given to sam winchester by ruby—indirectly shifting her love from one to the other. she was turned into a human by a witch after being flung towards her during the aftermath of an attack. she's the sweetest girl sam has ever met, and she's absolutely devoted to him. she came out sensitive, and remains that way. although, she does have tougher skin now (quite literally, that girl can handle anything).

scowl or sob ! . . . dem was shaking and crying profusely when she realized she wasn't a knife anymore, confusion rippling through her like a tidal wave. she cried into the leather seats of the impala all the way back to the motel, pulling her face off with a rough rip sound before holding onto sam tightly, his jacket covering her naked form. although she's a major crier, she's got a mean bite, and she packs a powerlful punch too! she can punch straight through a demon's vessel, flashing lights still included.

blood bath, baby ! . . . she's vicious when she's angry, especially towards demons. she was made to kill them so of course her hatred runs deep! she'll be covered in blood completely, the messy, red liquid sticking to her skin and clothing, but she'll have the most innocent glim in her eyes and a soft spoken voice when she asks sam, "did i do good?"

body mods ! . . . the inscriptions from her original form carried over to her human one, only now being engraved along her spine. sam loves running his fingers against the scarred skin, dipping into the indentations any chance he can. she also has faded, nearly birthmark-like handprints painted into the skin of her legs, sizes varying from her past owners. sam likes to place his hands onto his own prints on her, a hand always on her thigh where his big hand is forever imprinted on her.

FOLLOW DEM'S BLOODY FOOTPRINTS !

⛤ facts!

more coming soon . . .

GABS YAPS .ᐟ . . . HI I MADE A NEW READER LMFAOOOO. i haven't even posted yet alone FINISH the first part of sweetgirl!reader but let's not focus on that rn, yeah? IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS READER!! handprints concept is from the loml @sunsbaby's gun!reader so go check her out rn bc i said so!!

she's inspired by @daylighted's baby!reader, where baby the car gets turned into baby the girl. i absolutely love their series for her and it got me thinking about ruby's knife + the angel blade— which i have posted here!!

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Jus In Bello

Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Criminal Minds x Supernatural

Summary: Your lies finally catch up with you and now you have to face Hotch.

Content Warning: Violence, Dead description, Bitchy reader, Sacrifice talk, Sex talk, Long chapter. (almost 4k words I think.)

Your hands were closed over the steering wheel, eyes tightly closed, and your head rested in the seat. That has been your position over the longest ten seconds of your life, trying to remember all the made-up information to get the brothers out of this mess.

You stepped out of your vehicle looking at the helicopter with concern, and marched down the precinct with a couple of files under your arm. The change of scenery forced you to change the look in your eyes from worried to neutral. 

With the sound of your high heels clicking against the floor, you approached the nice-looking lady. Her dark hair was braided, and a shiny cross was visible on her chest.

“Hello, darling, I’m looking for Victor Henriksen. Do you know where I can find him?” Brown and expectant wide eyes looked at yours with curiosity. But before she could answer, the man appeared. 

“You’ve found him.” 

“I’m from the BAU.” You showed him your badge for a brief moment. “We are taking the case.”

“Excuse me?”

“We believe the Winchesters brothers match the profile of a duo of serial killers we’ve been looking for.” You explained while handing him your files.

You hoped those files made sense, but you couldn’t be sure after improvising the whole thing on the flight.

“My department has been looking for them for years, and we’ve never heard a word from you till today.” You could sense the desperation and anger in his voice.

“And you managed to catch them, congratulations agent. But now I will take over.” You simply said sitting at the lady’s desk.

Four pairs of eyes were looking at you with surprise.

“Then what if they are not who you’re looking for?” He crossed his arms looking at you with distrust. 

You couldn’t blame him, the poor guy spent years after your boys, and now that he finally got to them, you were about to steal them away from him.

“Then we can give them back to your department, but now they’re going to fly back to Virginia with me.”

“That’s going to take months of paperwork.”

“Well agent, that’s a bridge I’ll cross with your superior, By the way, where is he?”

“He went to visit the prisoners but believe me when I say he’s going to be pissed. He’s not going to let this happen.”

“It’s fine agent, I outrank both of you, I don’t need his permission.”

You knew you were being the biggest bitch and it was going to take a toll on your reputation in the bureau, but right now you couldn’t care any less, you weren’t gonna let them take the Winchester boys away from you. And to be fair you could be way worse.

But suddenly a scream coming from the cells caught the attention of everyone in the room, you quickly took your gun out and followed them. 

An FBI agent lying dead in front of your feet, and Sam holding a gun.

“Put the gun down, He shot him.”

“I didn’t shoot him, I didn’t shoot anyone.” Sam tried to explain nervously.

“He shot me.” A Pissed Dean said.

The Winchester’s eyes found your frame next to Henriksen’s and you noticed the relief in their look, but they were still cautious about the many guns pointing at them, everyone noticed there wasn’t a bullet wound on the body, but Henriksen was still holding his gun.

“Talk or I shoot.” He stated.

“You won’t shoot, agent. I won’t let you .” Both brothers looked at you and slightly nodded, you knew your words were reassuring for them, but Henriksen looked at you like you were crazy.

“He was possessed.” Sam said.

But Henriksen wasn’t having any of it, he got closer to you.

“You can’t contradict me in front of the prisoners.” He said, venom coming out with his words. He was pissed and you were about to make it worse.

“I can and I will.” If looks could’ve killed you would be lying beside Steven with the death stare he sent your way.

“We have a helicopter. We will fly them and then you and I can talk about who takes them.”

“I don’t think you understand, you don’t have a say on this, they are leaving this precinct with me.”

And when you thought nothing could go worse, the sound of an explosion shocked you all. The only thing that helped you regain your composure was Henriksen's desperate yells trying to reach out to his colleague.

—

Everyone was panicking except you and Henriksen and then the lights went out. You were officially freaked, the detective was still thinking this was somehow an elaborate plan to free the Winchester brothers, but you knew best, whoever did this didn’t want the Winchesters alive and this was about to get ugly. You rolled your eyes and laughed at his attempt to ask for professionalism from everyone, he was so blind to see that none of that mattered against whatever was out there.

You quickly walked away from the rest and went to the cells. On your way there you passed Nancy, the secretary, and one of the officers. 

You stood in front of the brothers with your arms crossed.

“What the hell is happening?” 

“Demons.” 

“Hate those bastards.” Your eyes focused on Dean's wound. “How 's your arm?”

“Better, the girl willingly brought us some things.” you narrowed your eyes. “What's the plan?” Dean asked

“Well, the plan was using my rank to bully everyone into believing the BAU is looking for you and let me fly you back to Virginia with me, then you escaping and me praying not to lose my job.” You whispered while leaning against the cell bars.

“Was?” Sam’s eyes reflected his worry.

“Well, I was hoping to be out of here hours ago, before he got the chance to read the files, 'cause I’m pretty sure somewhere around file number four, page 20, I ran out of ideas and started to write my Christmas turkey recipe.” You sighed and leaned closer. “Guys, it’s pretty bad out there, Henriksen put us in lockdown.”

“We need to get out of here now.” Sam grumbled. “They are coming right for us.”

“I know, believe me, I do. But those sons of bitches out there are not making this any easier.”

Both boys' faces reflected concern.

“Look, I’m gonna work on it, okay? I'm gonna get you out of here.”  You assured while extending your arms between the cell bars for them to take your hands and find some comfort.  “Just an advice, next time you see Bella, shoot her.” 

“Hey, it’s like we have a contract on us, right? They want us.” Dean said while pressing the white towel over his wound. “I think it is because we are so awesome.”

You frowned in confusion. “Wipe that smile out of your face, you weirdo.”

The sound of footsteps made your head turn to the sheriff, who bluntly ignored you and Dean’s attempts to piss him off. And just opened the cell.

“Uh, Sheriff?”

“It’s time to go, boys.” Your head immediately snapped at him, but he just kept getting closer and so did you.

“Uh, you know what? We’re just comfy right here, but thank you.” Deans said while they both started to back up, and your hand was already making its way to your gun.

“What do you think you are doing?” Henriksen said behind you.

“I’m not gonna sit right here and wait to die.”

“It’s safer here.” Henriksen insisted.

“There’s a SWAT facility in Boulder.”

“We’re not going anywhere.”

“The hell we’re not.”

You decided to stay quiet while the battle of male egos began and you were sure that was the right decision, cause the next thing that happened was Henriksen shooting the sheriff and you getting blood all over you.

The boys immediately fought Henriksen while you stared in shock at the sheriff’s body.

“We need help!”

You nodded, pulling yourself together, and helped them to get Henriksen’s gun so they could push him into the toilet with what looked to be holy water and later exorcize him. 

“Stay back!” Dean warned the deputy grabbing the gun out of your hand, and you finally pulled yours to point at him as well. 

Black smoke came out of Henriksen’s mouth and you lowered your gun.

“Fuck.” You cursed while sitting down on the tiny bed.

~~

Dean was in a hurry to get his weapons out of the trunk when he saw a big SUV parked in front of the police station and a tall man getting out of it. He quickly ran before he could enter the place and pulled a gun on him.

“Who are you?” The man frowned while carefully watching the scene in front of him.

“I’m here for a friend.”

“I asked your name.”

“Hotchner.” Dean’s eyes widened, his hand skillfully made its way to one of his holy water flasks and he splashed Hotch’s face. No hissing, no burned face, no even a reaction.

“Just making sure.” Dean awkwardly laughed. “Your friend is fine, she is inside.”

Hotch nodded with hesitation. But the massive wave of black smoke caught the attention of both men, making them rush inside with no questions asked.

“Hey, look who I found out there.” Dean squeezed your shoulder. “No worries, he is himself.”

Your eyes immediately found the tall and strong man with an unfazed expression frame, you felt a pit in your stomach and your sweat turned cold.

“Hotch?” 

“We need to talk.”

“Of course, Sir.” You jumped out of the desk you were sitting on and walked to the other extreme of the precinct so no one could listen to you.

“Are you okay?” He asked but you were just standing still looking at him with the same look of a teenager who just got caught smoking.

“Listen, I don’t know half of what’s happening right now.” He suddenly embraced you in a quick but tight hug.

“That’s not what I asked. You haven’t answered your phone in hours, I knew something was wrong. You took a plane, left just a note on my desk and when I got to know where you were, there was no phone reception anywhere near.” Hotch said while inspecting your face, he frowned when he saw the splashes of blood on you. 

“I’m okay. It’s not mine.” He barely nodded but you caught the slight move of his head. “I’m sorry I worried you.” You said with sorrow, scratching your head.

“Worried me? You scared the heck out of me.” You frowned, you've never seen him like that. “When I finally found you, I arrived at a place with dead bodies everywhere, a helicopter on fire, and a man pointing at me with a gun, splashing water on my face. I thought you were taken hostage.”

“Everything got out of control. Hotch you need to leave while you still can.” He tilted his face. “We are dealing with demons.” 

He shook his head and placed a hand on his hip. “What happened? 

“Sure, well, you see- ” You stutter trying to remember the story.

“The truth.”

You took a deep breath. “I got a call from those boys out there, they were arrested and I was here to get them out, they are hunters. I grew up with them.” You explained while playing with your own hands. “I had a plan, a good one, but then bad things happen and now we are on lockdown. We think the demons want them, but I can’t let that happen.”

“Then I’m gonna help you out and then we are going to talk about what kind of friends you have.”

“We don’t know how this is going to end, I can’t let you do that, It’s not safe.”

“Well, it’s not safe leaving the place either. So put up with it.”

“Hotch.” You called him, but he was already making his way back to everyone else.

—

Everyone in the precinct was painting devil’s traps in every entry and placing salt in every window and door.

“So, you were their call.” Henriksen looked at you.

“I’m sorry.” You nodded. “I’m not the bitch you think I am, I swear.”

“She’s way worse.” Dean said disguised in a scoff while he was pretending to be busy looking down at the map on the desk.

Henriksen laughed. “So, all those files I read are not legit?”

You shook your head. “Not even a little bit.” You looked at Hotch praying he didn’t hear, but the look he sent you told otherwise.

“They seemed pretty real.”

“Are you sure you read those?” 

“Does he know as well?” He pointed at Hotch with a head movement.

“Just a part of it, but I’m afraid there won’t be any secrets between us after this.” He nodded

“If we get out of this alive.”

“We will, I promise.” You smiled at him patting his back. “And I’m gonna make up for that bitchy attitude I gave you.”

“Right, everybody needs to put these on, It’ll keep you from being possessed.” Dean said, interrupting your conversation while passing the necklaces around.

“What about you guys?” Nancy asked when she saw none of you had necklaces on.

The brothers stretched their shirts down so everyone could see the tattoos on their chests. 

“Smart, how long have you had those?”

“Not long enough.” 

Now all the eyes were on you. Dammit.

“Oh, I’m not showing mine, not at least four dates, three dinners at my favorite restaurant, and my father’s blessing.”  An awkward laugh leaves your lips. “But I have one just like that, I swear.”

“Her tattoo is in a nonaccessible area.” Dean rolled his eyes. “She didn’t want it to be seen.”

“Well, it isn’t pretty.”

“It doesn’t have to be pretty, it’s safe.” 

“How are we going to be sure you are not possessed?” Hotch asked, causing you to look at him with surprise.

“Splash me some holy water, hell, put my head in the holy toilet, but I’m not showing skin.” You narrowed your eyes at Hotch with a smirk drawn on your face. “Unless that is what you want.” 

Henriksen frowned in confusion at your flirty tone. “You always talk to your superiors like that?” 

“I’m not really her superior, she just lets me boss her around sometimes.” Hotch vaguely explained. Not the best explanation though.

“Uh, Isn’t that a kink of yours?” 

“Shut the fuck up, Dean.” You shoved his wounded shoulder making him whine.

—

A loud noise pulled everyone out of their places and quickly following the sound and the shattered glass, you saw a woman standing inside of the devil’s trap.

“How do we kill her?” 

“We don’t.” Sam said getting in between.

“She’s a demon.”

“She is here to help us.” Sam stated lowering Henriksen’s gun.

“Are you kidding?”

You were confused, Dean was clearly upset and Sam was helping the blonde woman with glass on her hair, why the fuck did they know a demon?.

“Are you gonna let me out?” Sam scratched part of the devil’s trap out of the floor and you looked at Dean.

“And they say chivalry is dead.”

The demon passed the whole group and walked into the police station. Dean sent Sam a glare that you couldn’t decipher and then walked away. 

“How many are out there?” Dean asked.

“Thirty at least. That's so far.” 

“Who sent them?”

“You didn’t tell Dean?” The woman glared at Sam. “Wow. I’m surprised.”

“Tell me what?”

“Her name is Lilith, and she really wants Sam’s intestines on a stick. Guess she sees him as competition.” 

“You knew about this?” Sam gulped while trying to look at everyone but his brother.

“Well, jeez, Sam. Is there anything else I should know?” A louder and pissed Dean asked.

You stood in the middle. “Is there anything I should know?” You asked, emphasizing the “I” part. Both brothers looked at you. “Like, who is the spawn of hell, and why the fuck is she on first name bases with you? And what do you mean competition?”

She looked at you, extending her hand at you. “I’m Ruby.” You barely looked at her and lowered her hand with your gun out of your sight. “Rude.”

“Care to start talking?” You crossed your arms.

“She’s helping with the deal situation.” Sam walked closer to you. You stopped him with a gesture of your hand.”

“She’s a demon!” Your voice was starting to rise. “Do you think she’s actually trying to help you?”

“She has already.” He tried to argue back. “Look, we didn’t think it was the best idea to tell you about it.” You tilted your head narrowing your eyes at him, begging for him to carefully choose his next words.

“Oh! Because of the accident thing.” Ruby interrupted like she was answering some kind of trivia game.

Dean got closer to you. “We thought you didn’t want to get involved with any of this and to be honest it’s better if you don’t.” 

“Oh, fuck me then, I forgot I’m only here to get your ass out of jail.” Your tongue made a clucking sound. “Got it.”

“No, no.” Sam looked at you with concern.

“It’s not like that.” Dean insisted but you walked past him and stood next to Hotch leaning your back against the wall. Hotch looked at you trying to get a hint of what was happening but you shook your head. It wasn’t the moment for that.

The demon scoffed. “How about the three of you talked about this later?” She looked back at Sam. “We’ll need the colt.” Sam swallowed and looked away from Ruby and Dean avoided eye contact with her.

“Where’s the colt?”

“It got stolen.” 

The devil’s neglected kid was pissed, she stood in the middle of the precinct with all eyes on her except yours and Aaron’s whose gaze was glued to you. 

“Fine, Since I don’t see that there’s any other option, there’s one other way I know how to get you out of here alive.” 

“What 's that?” Dean asked.

“I know a spell.” Her hands made her to her hips. “ It’ll vaporize every demon in a one-mile radius. Myself included.” 

“I’m in, it was one hell of a ride Ruby, it was nice meeting you.” She rolled her eyes at your sarcastic comment.

“Okay, what do we need to do?” Dean stood up.

“Aww, you can’t do anything, this spell is very specific.” Her eyes analyzed everyone in the room. “It calls for a person of virtue.”

“I got virtue.” Dean insisted but Ruby laughed at him.

“Nice try. You are not a virgin.”  Your eyebrows frowned. 

Dean chuckled while awkwardly looking around. “Nobody's a virgin.” 

The officer’s head movement looking towards Nancy was highly noticeable, which made everyone in the room look at her, the poor girl just uneasily crossed her arms.

“No, no way.” Nancy just scratched her neck. “You’re kidding me.”

“What? It’s a choice, okay?”

“Not even once? I mean, not even…? Wow.”

“Leave the poor girl alone, Dean. She's not missing anything anyway.” Everyone looked at you in surprise. “I’m just saying…” You got flustered and just looked down.

Hotch mouthed a “Really?” at you.

“What? Not everyone knows how to please a woman.” You whispered your explanation, afraid of attracting all the attention again.

“So, the spell. What can I do?”

“You can hold still, while I cut your heart out of your chest.” Your eyes widened in horror.

“What?”

“What, are you crazy?”

“Of course she is, she’s a demon, that's probably what she gets for lunch every day.” You blurted and shook your head in frustration.

“I’m offering a solution.”

A discussion began between Ruby and Dean, but before it could escalate, Nancy shut them up.

“I’ll do it.”

But that just started another round of arguments, which many of those you missed when you spaced out, the only thing that brought back was when you heard Sam’s name being called by Ruby.

“Sam, you know I’m right.” Dean raised his eyebrows and looked at Sam waiting for his answer. He wasn’t the only one waiting.

“Sam?”

But his answer never came.

“What the hell is going on? Sam, tell her.” 

You swallowed and looked at him. “Sammy?” You called for him. You knew your voice sounded judgmental, cause he was doing everything to avoid your eyes.

You shocked your head in disbelief when Sam followed a pissed Dean into a hallway. Your body slowly slid down to sit on the floor, your legs touching your chest. Hotch sat right next to you, placing a hand over your knee.

“What’s in your mind? And don’t try to lie.”

“I guess I failed, I swore to their Dad to be for them.” You shrugged your shoulders.  “Suddenly they befriended that black smoke sucker and now Sam is willing to cut out some innocent girl's heart, and that’s a little troubling, that’s not my Sammy.”  Tears began to well up in your eyes but you blinked away the tears before anyone could see. 

“You always try to help them from what I’ve heard, even if that breaks the rules, I did hear about the false files.” He tried to comfort you by caressing your knee, making little circles on it with his thumb.

“Sorry about that.” A little chuckle came out from your mouth. Hotch thought that the sound was almost melodic. 

“And you’re also mad they have a demon friend.”

“Not mad, just disgusted, Her kind lies and do immoral things just for fun. I don’t care that she clearly knows more about their life than I do, she is sketchy to me.” Your eyes looked at the blonde head a couple of feet away from you. “I mean her solution is killing a virgin, what if Nancy wasn’t one?.”

“You think she made that up?”

“Everything has to play their way, I know she can’t smell virgins, but it’s just weird how lucky we were to have a virgin with us.” 

“What about the accident she mentioned?” Hotch’s curiosity got the best of him.

You tilted your head and sighed. “I got possessed, and almost killed myself in the process, but I would rather not talk about it.” 

—

“Where’s the hell’s spawn? She left before the party?” Your eyes look at Sam for a brief moment and then continue to look at the gun you were loading. 

Dean came up with a plan. It wasn’t his smartest idea, but it was better than cutting someone’s heart, so everyone agreed to it.

“She didn’t think it was going to work, She left.”

“That’s nice of her. Such a good friend you have there Sam. John would’ve loved her.” Sam looked at you in surprise, He knew you weren’t mad at him, that the only reason you were upset was because you felt hurt about the hidden information, and feeling hurt and sad was upsetting for you. But the fact you called him Sam and not Sammy concerned him a bit.

“Hey, you two.” Dean stood in between you and Sam. “After this is over, we are going to sit down and discuss this as a family, you heard?”  Sam nodded but you just rolled your eyes.

“You don’t get to decide when we are family and when we’re not. This is the last time you hide information from me. If you don’t want me to leave your ass in jail, you idjits.”  You quickly gathered the things you needed and walked away from them, you searched for Hotch and found him already in his position.

“I don't know how this is gonna go, I just want you to know I’m really glad I’m by your side right now. It makes me feel safe even if I know there’s a big percentage of me being killed tonight.” You scratched your head, talking about your feelings always made you want to puke. In the end, you and the Winchesters were raised in a similar household.

“Don’t say that, we are going to win, and after that, we will fly back home and go to that overpriced restaurant you love so much.” Hotch smiled and you stood silent for a few seconds while biting your lip thinking about the consequences of your next move. 

Whatever, you might die today anyway.

“Fuck it.”

You got closer to Hotch and stood on your tiptoes so you could have a better chance of reaching him, but even that and wearing high heels wasn’t enough, you reached for the end of his tie and roughly pulled him to you, so you could push your lips forward and slightly peck him on the lips. His lips felt a little chapped but they still felt like the perfect combination when they perfectly fit with your soft ones, and you’re sure your tinted chapstick helped a bit. 

“Just for luck.” You winked at him and quickly got away before you could see his reaction or hear any repercussions.

“All set?” You heard Dean’s cream getting you out of your bubble.

“Let’s do this.” You smiled.

~~

“So, are you leaving soon?” You looked up at Dean who was standing next to Sam in their room’s door frame.

You crossed your arms and slightly nodded. “Yep, Tomorrow morning, you?”

“We will hit the road in a few hours, Henriksen already killed us, we don’t want to risk it.”  You chuckled. “Hey, you know we love you, right? We are family.” 

“You guys have mentioned, yeah.” You tilted your head looking at them. “And I love you, boys.”

Sam took one step closer and looked at you with his beautiful but concerned eyes. “We just didn’t want to put you in danger.”

“I know Sammy, but you have to understand I can handle myself. Hey, I know you are struggling and you think you will have to keep fighting alone, but I would give up my badge for helping you, I would risk my life. So before you feel like asking for help from that demon, come to me first, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, boys.”  Sam gifted you a big smile and closed the space between you with a big and tight hug.

When Sam let you go, it was Dean’s turn.

“Hey, I need you to know that I’ve forgiven you for breaking my favorite doll that one time and- -“ 

“That was ages ago, I was like twelve.” He interrupted you.

“Shhh, I’m trying to have a heart-to-heart moment right here.” You shushed him and put a finger on his lips so he would stop talking.  “You have to know that I need you, that if you’re not here, that’s not a world I would like to live in. I’m going to do whatever it takes to help you, I swear.” He slowly walked closer and pulled you into a hug, you tightened it by grabbing him by his jacket, in that hug, Dean felt your love, but he also felt the desperation in not knowing if tomorrow you’ll still have him. He kissed your head.

“Enough with the chick flick moments, you need some sleep.”

“See you guys soon.” They nodded.

“Use protection!”

“Shut up, Dean!”

After saying your goodbyes, you walked just a few steps and entered your shared room with Hotch, who was already sitting in his bed.

“You talked out with the boys?”

“I did.” You smiled at him. 

“Well, let’s sleep, we need to rest for tomorrow.”

“Sure thing, boss. Oh, no wait, you're not my superior, I just let you boss me around sometimes, right?” He smiled.

“Which is a Kink, Dean said it.”

“It’s not, don’t listen to him, you met the guy, he’s pretty stupid.”

“I don’t kno- -.” Hotch got interrupted by someone knocking at the door, you cautiously pulled out your gun and opened the door.

“Dean?”

“Turn on the news.” He said while both brothers entered your room.

Hotch took the control remote and pressed the on button.

Authorities believe a gas main ruptured, causing the massive explosion…

“It happened right after we left.” You looked up at Sam.

“Lilith?” The brothers nodded. 

Hotch turned off.

“She would’ve done it anyway, it’s not on you.” Hotch reassured them.

The four of you stayed in silence for a while, looking at each other. Dean decided to break the ice first.

“How did it feel to be in your first massive exorcism?” Hotch smiled. 

“Not what I’m used to.” 

“We should leave.” Sam announced. “We are skipping town early.” You nodded.

“You know, I’m a federal agent. Why should I let you go?” Both boys frowned and looked at Hotch with concern.

“I mean the news kinda killed us already.” Dean said with an awkward laugh.

“Yeah?”

The brothers called your name for help, and although you were enjoying the banter, you decided to rescue them. 

“Don’t worry, guys. I got it.” You stood between the brothers and Hotch. “Start running, I’ll distract him.” They immediately listened and left the room. 

Hotch frowned. “What’s the distraction? Nothing is keeping me from chasing them.” You couldn’t believe he was being this playful, but you played this game even better. 

“Hey, Hotch.”  You pulled down the left side of your pants and panties just to give him a quick look at your tattoo.

Hotch’s eyes darkened while his tongue passed over his upper lip. His eyes were not leaving the view you were giving him. You saw how his fist closed tight and then opened up again after a few deep breaths and managed to compose himself.

“I knew it was at your hip.” 

“You were right.” You chuckled while you opened your bag to look for clothes.

“By the way.” You look up at him. “Watermelon.”

You frowned with confusion. “What?”

“Watermelon.” He repeated once again. “Your lips taste like watermelon.” 

Tags: @adrienneleclerc @hayleym1234

[s0urw00lf]

𝑺𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍

༒➪ 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

༒➪ 𝑺𝒂𝒎 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

༒➪ 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒍 - 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕

༒➪ 𝒓𝒖𝒃𝒚 - 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕

[marcelllyn]

Best lovers- Oops, friends.

Sam is my boy of the month, and wow what a man!

Synopsis: Sam and Letty have been best friends since college, after a while they meet again at Bobby's house. But this time something strange is happening.

Warnings: English is not my first language, Possible mention of blood, mentions of pain and hallucinations.

In college, I remember being great friends with Sam, and we were glued to each other everywhere. Like conjoined, or Siamese, siblings. We both had crazy families who hunted peculiar things, with brothers devoted to their parents, and a dream of escaping that life. We were roommates, two Nerds, he graduated in law and I graduated in psychology, we were going to escape from that family curse that we carried. Together.

So when Jessica showed up, Sam left to live with her, which wasn't really a problem since he didn't ignore me. Whatever happened, he was scared that Jessica would find out about hunting, about his family, about his mother. The memory was vivid, me sitting on the cafeteria bench with some friends while he laughed with Jess on a bench far away, pretending to be someone he wasn't. He always wanted me if it was hurt or jealousy.

Anyway, the day I heard a knock on the door and saw him standing there and sad, with that puppy dog ​​look, and he hugged me tightly crying over his girlfriend's death, I knew that everything was lost, that he was lost and I didn't He was going to rest until he found the thing that killed his mother and his girlfriend. That was the last day I saw him.

Looking out the window of a truck that reeked of booze, I let my mind wander through the good memories I had at the college I dropped out of. Traveling the world and hunting supernatural things runs in the family. I chuckled as I remembered Sam. Even though a few years have passed, the longing for him never went away.

— So, how are your parents doing? — Bobby who was in my direction, questions, an old friend of my mother who has been a nanny on many occasions. — You know, after death, your sister.

— They are doing well, sad, but recovering. — I gave a robotic answer.

— Sad, but well, what a beautiful way to describe grief. – He murmured. — And how do you feel?

I looked at him smiling and responding:

— I feel good, strangely, it's as if she were still alive. Only far away, like she always was.

— She was a great hunter. You remove it from her. -Bobby laughed. — I remember that she played hunting vampires while you pretended to be a victim of the situation, when you weren't kissing the teddy bears saying that you had fallen in love.

— I've always been very soft-hearted and you know that. — I poked him. — She was really great, but unfortunately not even a great hunter can resist a shot.

Bobby agreed, shaking his head.

— You two have always been like two daughters that I never had, I have to say that having four children that are not yours is very difficult. — He laughed sarcastically. — I had to see her face when you left home to study psychology. She screamed, cried, I think she was afraid of being alone or jealous that you were brave enough to leave the hunt.

Four? I felt a pang of jealousy, who were these two other girls that Bobby considered his daughters?

— That's just like her. — I gave a painful laugh. —But I got back on track. Let the spirits and werewolves prepare! — I screamed.

We both laughed. I wanted to honor my sister, continue the family thing, and with the help of Bobby who was like family.

— I hope you don't mind. — He said as he parked in front of his house, which must have been a mess. — I have two other people accommodated, hunters too. Try to be kind, they are going through a difficult situation.

—What kind of difficult situation? — I got my backpacks. — Being in this house is already a difficult situation, how long has it been since you cleaned?

—Watch how you talk, young lady. — He took the backpack from my hands. — One of them kind of sold his soul to save the other's life, they're looking for a way to reverse it, and I swear I'm going crazy with them.

— That sounds interesting. — I turned the handle with more force than necessary, as it was super dirty and rusty.

I entered the house where I spent many good times with my sister, messy as always, but at least it wasn't smelly.

— I'm going to clean this place up. — I commented. —And where are the two visitors?

— They must have left, anyway, feel free to clean up, just don't touch the magazines under my bed.

I frowned, it was disgusting to think that he saw naked women.

— How disgusting! — I let out a shrill laugh. — If I'm going to spend time here, I better organize some things.

I settled in one of Bobby's forgotten rooms that were full of boxes and rubble, lucky for me that I had gotten there early. It took me a whole morning and most of the afternoon with Bobby to tidy up the room and get the dust out of that house. Cleaning the disgusting bathroom that was full of hair in the drain and expensive hair products.

At the end of the day, I was sitting on the couch painting my nails while Bobby watched the football game to hide his concern.

— What do you think of a pizza?

— I think it would be a good idea, my boys will be home soon and hungry. — He took a sip of beer.

— Your boys? — She said intrigued. — Don't tell me you hired…

-No! Obviously not! — He was so stressed that, if he wanted, he took the trouble to make a joke. — Order two, please.

I got up from the couch, leaving the red nail polish on the coffee table and picked up the phone, dialed the number of the pizzeria and walked around the house while ordering a cheese pizza and another Margherita. Being in the hallway, I heard voices coming from the room. For some reason, my heart seemed to be beating faster at one of the familiar voices.

I walked into the living room again, looking at my toenails, which were super smudged red.

— The pizza is about to arrive and I don't drink beer, so I'll buy some juice… — I looked up.

A man in a leather jacket was sitting on the couch messing with my nail polish.

-Goodnight. — He said gently. — You must be one of Bobby's boys. — I tried to say that without laughing.

The man raised his green eyes to see me and smiled, putting down his nail polish.

-Goodnight. — He gave a sideways smile. — Look, when you say it like that, it sounds weird, but what about you? Is that his girlfriend? I didn't know he was into that attitude.

I laughed and sat down next to him.

-No! — She said a little offended, but with a smile on her face. - Bobby is like a father to me, I'm just spending time here.

— Well, there are two of us, yes. — He got a little closer. — I'm Dean and wow, how lucky am I…

I turned my face away, choked on my words when I saw Sam there, standing there with a beer in his hand.

—Sam? — I got up.

—Letty! — He said excitedly. — But what… Are you and Bobby?

-No! — Bobby responded quickly, then taking a deep breath. — She is the daughter of some friends of mine, practically the same as you. Where do you two know each other from?

-Faculty. — We repeat in unison.

— Ah, so this is Letty… — Dean murmured. — Sam talks about you a lot, annoyingly.

I laughed, as if I was unable to understand anything. But I soon remembered what Bobby had told me when I arrived.

— Who was it… Sam, did you make a pact for Dean? Or was it the other way around? — I asked, taking a step closer to Sam.

— That's a long story for later! — Dean coughed, pretending to be melancholy. —Was she your college crush?

Sam laughed, shaking his head and said:

— Kind of yes, kind of no.

I opened my eyes wide, OK, that had taken me by surprise. But I cleared my throat, changing the subject.

— I'm really happy to see you again, Sam, and I'm really happy to meet you Dean. Sam loved talking bad about you. — I joked. — And I ordered pizza.

In addition to being happy, I was nervous. Sam or Dean had their souls at stake, and it was making me anxious.

— Bobby, how many children were you a father figure? — Dean said, getting up and grabbing a beer.

— Only four. Bobby laughed. — So, what did you find out today?

As he and Dean talked, my eyes were glued to this man who looked more like a double-door refrigerator. It was almost magical how handsome he was, how tall he was and how his hair was so well taken care of.

—So, what are you doing here? — He asked, approaching, I took a step back.

— I came to spend time with Bobby, help him with some cases.

— But you don't even like hunting. — Sam commented, taking another step closer. — And it’s dangerous

— The world is a danger in itself. So which of the two handsome guys died?

— Topic for later. — He pinched my nose. — And your sister? Didn't she come along?

— She… — I sighed and laughed. — He's traveling. — I lied, I didn't want him to feel sorry, he already looked bad enough.

— Crazy in both terms, Bobby as he is known. - He laughed, tucking his hair behind his ear.

— I think this proves that we are connected by something bigger. — I poked.

We heard the noise at the door. The pizza. I signaled with my eyes for him to excuse me and went to the door, I started to feel a sharp pain in my head. The voices in the room stopped, and a silence fell. I tried to open the doors with shaking hands, and when I managed to do so, I fell forward, in front of feet wearing pink boots. I looked up and saw myself there, literally, my ten-year-old self, with a sad face, wearing a pink dress and with both scraped knees. He held a strangely familiar necklace.

— Don't trust her, don't let him trust her. — Mine, I started repeating it several times. And then it stopped. — You have to protect him. She comes to get him.

She dropped the necklace to the floor, the pendant being a piece of stone shaped into the shape of an S but stained with blood. As she walked away, but without taking her eyes off me, I clutched my chest, it felt like my heart was trying to get out of my chest. My whole body started to feel cold, I screamed in panic and pain, but it seemed like no one could hear me. I closed my eyes and tried to take a deep breath and get up from the floor, but the pain in my chest and head was leaving me paralyzed.

— Letty, is everything okay?

At that moment, I couldn't distinguish which voice it was. But the moment I opened my eyes, all the pain was gone, I was in the living room, lying on the couch, with three men looking at me worriedly. I didn't feel any pain.

-Yes I am well. — I got up quickly by reflex. — Has the pizza arrived yet? — I asked bewildered.

Sam's strong hand placed me on the couch again.

— Look, you might have hit your head, or something. — Dean said, putting ice on my head. — I was lying in front of the door when we saw you.

— I didn't hit my head. — I took the ice out of my head. — It was a silly faint, I haven't been eating properly.

Sam laughed a little irritated, he hated it when he laughed in that superior and worried way. And I smiled at him, very genuinely.

— Fainting is never a silly thing! —Bobby and Sam said at the same time.

I got up again, I wanted to say what had happened, but I was embarrassed. So I simply said:

— It must be the contraceptive I'm taking, it's driving my body crazy! — I laugh nervously.

The three were silent. I walked to the kitchen with the pizza on the table. I tried to avoid them, trying to absorb what had just happened, the reason for that vision, the necklace. And of course the necklace represented Sam. But why? I thought it ended a few years ago, but no, apparently being the weird person who has visions is my charm. I took a deep breath, leaning on the sink counter.

I looked at the door. Sam was looking at me with furrowed eyebrows.

— I must have scared the delivery man. How long did I pass out? — I sat down trying to look normal.

— About ten minutes. — Sam replied, placing his hand on my forehead. — You should change contraceptives. And after all, why do you take it? You are in no danger of getting pregnant anyway.

I laughed and closed my eyes.

— Haven't I? — I provoked. — And I take it so I don't have to go through the unbearable pain of my colic. — He said dramatically.

— We both know you'll stay a virgin until you die.

It will be? — I raised my eyebrows.

— Terrible liar.

— Terrible… — I rolled my eyes. — I lost my touch.

He looked at me sideways with concern.

—Stop looking at me like that, you weirdo.

— You're the weird one here.

— You are more. — I got up, going to get a glass.

I was surprised with a strong hug. He placed his face in my neck and sniffled as if he missed my scent. I could have done the same if he wasn't so tall and my face wasn't so comfortable on his chest.

[winchesterwild78]

What Happens in Rome

Photo credit: Richard Speight Jr.

Master List

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Jared, other cast members mentioned

Warnings: mention of divorce, drinking, fluff

A/N: Gonna be completely honest this little nugget was inspired by Jensen’s antics in Rome. The story he and Rich told about Jensen dialing the wrong hotel room thinking it was Rich and yelling at the poor guy who picked up. All of this happened after a night of drinking.

I’ve taken some creative liberties with the story, hope you enjoy it.

This also inspired another story I’m going to write with Dean and the character the reader played in Supernatural.

This might be in 2 parts because I can get long winded. 😂

This is a work of fiction, all work is my own and Jensen is single in this story.

Please don’t take my work. Feel free to share, like and comment. Feedback is appreciated.

Minors DNI 18+

The convention hall was buzzing with excitement. I typically didn’t go to many conventions, but since this was Supernatural’s 20th Anniversary I agreed.

My part was small, but significant. I was a demon, and much like Ruby helped the boys. My character had unfortunately fallen for Dean but until he became a demon he scoffed at the idea. Then like every other woman, or in my case demon, that falls in love with a Winchester, I died.

So that’s why I didn’t go to many conventions. I would occasionally do one and loved my photo ops with the guys and the panels.

This convention was a big deal, it was in Rome and I’d never been.

Jensen and Jared encouraged me to go and of course how could I say no to them?

I’d loved my time on Supernatural and missed everyone so much. Especially the boys.

I’d kept in touch with them and was there for significant moments in their lives.

The most recent one however, I wasn’t there for was Jensen’s divorce. I didn’t think it was appropriate for me to reach out and talk to him about it.

If I’m being completely honest, I’ve been in love with him for years. Never crossed a line. I respected him and his marriage too much.

Now here I am in Rome. Not sure how he was doing and I was nervous about asking him.

When I arrived at the hotel the cast was staying in I was taken to my room to settle in.

I arrived the day before the convention and wasn’t sure who was here yet. I sent texts to the usual suspects, Rich, Rob, Billy, Jensen and Jared.

Much to my surprise they were all there already.

Jensen sent me a text that made my heart flutter.

Jensen: Hey beautiful. What room are you in?

Me: Hey to you too. I’m in 219. Where are you?

Within a few minutes I hear a knock on my door.

I open it to see Jensen. Looking amazing and smiling.

“I’m right here. How have you been? I haven’t heard from you since…”

His voice trailed off.

“Since I split from David? It’s okay, Jensen. Saying his name isn’t going to kill me. It’s done and over with.”

He nodded and pulled me into a hug. God his arms felt amazing around me, and he smelled heavenly.

As he pulled back his green eyes looked into mine. He always had a way of making me go weak in the knees. He knew it too. Bastard.

I stepped to the side and let him come all the way in. He sat on the edge of the bed as I continued to unpack.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Y/N.” He smiled at me.

“Me too, Jensen. I’ve missed you guys.”

Just ask him how he is. Stop being a coward. He’s your friend and you love him.

I shifted nervously, “So, um. I heard about the divorce. I’m so sorry Jensen. Are you doing okay? How are the kids?”

Jensen looked at me and softly smiled, “Yeah. I’m okay. The kids are doing about as good as they can. They still don’t understand completely, but we are helping them. Thank you, Y/N for asking.”

I shifted again and he took my hand. “Hey, what’s wrong?” My eyes met his and again I melted.

I nervously chewed my lip, “I’m sorry I didn’t reach out sooner. I honestly didn’t know if it was appropriate or not. We aren’t as close as you are with Jared and some of the other cast. So I just stayed away.”

Jensen’s hands cupped my face, brushing back a stray hair. My heart fluttered. “Shh it’s okay. I’m not upset. I understand. You’re fine, we’re fine.”

Then he leaned in and kissed my cheek.

Fuck! He can’t do this.

I closed my eyes and as he pulled away he chuckled. “You’re blushing, sweetheart.”

I laughed, “Can you blame me? Look at you.”

His hand brushed my face, “I’d rather look at you.”

My pulse quickened and I swallowed hard.

We stood in silence for a few minutes before either of us moved. Jensen swallowed and leaned closer, “Tell me to stop.”

I looked at him and bit my lip, “I can’t, I don’t want you to.”

His lips brushed against mine before slowly, agonizingly slow as he closed the distance.

The kiss was soft and tender, not rushed, nothing else mattered but his lips and mine on each other.

Every nerve in my body was electrified. The last time we kissed was on set and it felt just like this. Tender, full of want and need.

I knew then that I was in love with him, but he was married. I kept it buried deep inside.

When we pulled apart his eyes were full of love and want, “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, and not as Dean and Seraphine.”

“Jensen…I…” I was speechless. I had no idea what to say.

His hand brushed against my cheek, “It’s okay, darlin. I feel it too.”

Before I could say anything his phone went off. He looked at it and told me he needed to go. “Come to dinner tonight with all of us. I know everybody wants to see you.”

I nodded and before he left he placed another kiss on my lips.

I smiled and he was gone. Leaving my room with a soft click of the door.

A few hours later I was dressed for dinner and pacing my room. Thinking, god why can’t I stop thinking.

Did he actually want to kiss me? How long has he had feelings for me? Does this mean something else or is this just a weekend romance. Do I want more with him? If he asked me, what would I say?

My head was spinning and I didn’t hear my phone go off at first. Then I heard more messages and banging on my door. “Hey, short stack. Open up! I know you’re in there.”

I smiled, it was Jared. I flung open the door, “Jared! Quiet it down I’ve got….” My voice stopped, caught in my throat when I saw Jensen. Damn he looked good. Black jacket, blue jeans, and a white shirt hugging his body.

I swallowed hard. Jared laughed. He’s always known how I felt about Jensen.

Jared pulled me into a hug and we bantered back and forth. Jensen just kinda hanging back. Quiet, watching.

As we walked down the hallway together, Jensen’s hand brushed against mine and he smirked at me.

Then his hand went to the small of my back as he guided me into the elevator.

The three of us were in the elevator alone and Jared was talking nonstop. Talking about Gen, the kids, asking how I’d been. Unfortunately for him my focus was somewhere else. Lingering on the kiss from Jensen and what it meant.

I wanted to ask him, but I was terrified. Terrified he’d tell me it meant nothing more than a kiss, more terrified he’d tell me it meant something more.

The grip he still had on my heart was overwhelming.

I’ve dated other men, almost got married once, but deep down, rooted deep in my soul was Jensen. He’d always been there, like a part of me that bloomed once in a while then would hide away again.

“Hey, earth to Y/N. You okay?” Jared chuckled, waving his hand in front of my face.

My eyes shot up to his, he smirked, I blushed. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just deep in thought. Sorry.”

“That’s okay, I know my presence can be intimidating.”

I snorted when I laughed. Jensen and Jared both laughed.

Jensen’s eyes met mine, something behind them made my breath hitch.

We climbed in the car and headed towards the restaurant.

Walking in Jensen’s hand was on the small of my back again. A simple gesture I’ve seen him do a thousand times with other women. This time it felt different, almost possessive.

We were shown to a private room and everyone was in there. As soon as they saw me they were out of their seats, hugging me.

Mark pulled me close and squeezed. “How’s my favorite demon?” He laughed. “I’ve been good. How have you been? Still taking care of yourself?”

He chuckled a little, “Yeah. Those heart attacks scared the hell out of me.”

I nodded. “Yeah, they scared all of us. We’re glad you’re still with us. We’d be lost without our King.” I laughed and so did he.

As I glanced up I noticed Jensen across the room. He was talking, but his eyes kept finding mine.

It was time for dinner so we sat down. Jensen chose the seat right next to me.

He pulled out my chair and I thanked him.

Throughout dinner I felt his hand on my thigh. Each time I jumped a little, he’d smirk.

After dinner we decided to go to the local bar. The drinks flowed like water.

I knew I was getting drunk and stopped drinking. I switched to water.

Jensen, Jared, Rob, Rich and Jason continued to drink.

By the time we got back to the hotel it was about 3am. I was exhausted and wanted to go to bed.

Coming off the elevator I told them good night.

Jensen and Jason were a little bit ahead of us and didn’t turn around. Jared and Rich hugged me good night.

I opened my door and slipped in. The silence was deafening. I grabbed my clothes and headed for the shower.

About twenty minutes later I was in bed dozing off.

The shrill sound of the phone in my room woke me up. Groggily I answered the phone, “Hello?”

“Y/N! Where are you?! I looked up and you were gone. Who told you you could leave? I didn’t get to kiss you good night.”

I blinked the sleep away, “Jensen? What the hell, man. Go to sleep, you're drunk.”

He laughed, “You need to get your cute ass to Jared’s room. We aren’t done celebrating.”

I sighed, “Jens, I’m tired and going to sleep. I think you’ve done enough celebrating for one night. Remember, you have photos and panels tomorrow.”

I heard him talking to someone in the background. “Jensen! I’m hanging up now. Get some sleep.”

I hung up the phone and sighed. I pulled the blanket back up to my chin and settled back in. Closing my eyes.

A few minutes later I hear banging on my door. I groaned and climbed out of bed.

I looked out the peephole and saw Jensen. Even drunk he took my breath away.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. “Jensen, what are you doing here?”

He smirked, “Hey, sweetheart. You hung up on me. I wanted to see your beautiful face.”

I blushed, I couldn’t help it. I placed my hand on his chest, “Jens, go back to your room. You’ve been drinking.”

He stepped closer to me and touched my face, “Yeah I have, but not enough to drown you out of my head.”

I swallowed and looked in his eyes. His beautiful green eyes now darker with lust and want.

It sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t help myself but I stepped to the side and let him in.

As soon as I clicked the door closed his hands were pulling me closer and his lips were on mine.

The kiss is deeper, more intense than before. His teeth tugged on my bottom lip as his tongue swiped against me. I parted my mouth allowing him entrance and he deepened the kiss.

All the passion, pent up frustration and years of pushing down the want for each other came bubbling to the surface.

We fell back on the bed. Jensen’s hands roaming my body. His fingers slipped under my shirt and his touch set my skin on fire.

Our breathing grew heavy as our bodies tangled together. We were tiptoeing the line and I was sure we were going to cross it.

As Jensen’s lips found mine again, whispering things I longed to hear from him I could smell the whiskey on his breath.

I froze. He felt me stiffen under him. He leaned up on his elbow, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“Jensen you don’t know how much I want this, want you, but this isn’t right. You’ve been drinking and I don’t want you like this. I want to know that you want me for me and not because you’ve been drinking and need to scratch an itch.”

God, what the hell am I doing?! Jensen freaking Ackles wants to have sex with you and you’re pushing him away.

He lowered his head and nodded. Sitting up he let out a frustrated sigh, “I understand.”

He stood, leaned down kissing my lips again. As he reached the door he turned and looked at me, “For what it’s worth sweetheart, I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember. You’re not just a scratch to itch. You’re worth more than that to me.”

He opened the door and left, the click of the door echoed in the room and left me feeling lonely.

My lips and body are still on fire from him. I had no idea how I was going to get through the panels and photo ops tomorrow knowing that Jensen wants me as much as I want him.

Part 2

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Danger In The Mist

A Supernatural Story from The Kingdom of Moondoor

~ As the fair Princess Y/N races through the woods, running for her life from the evil monster, Margraw the Horrid, she fears that all is lost. Is there anyone who can save her? Will some brave knight come to her aide?!~

Dean Winchester x F!Reader

2,400 Words

Warnings: Action, Fluff, Romance, Comedy. 

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A light mist kissed her cheeks as she raced through the woods. Her slippered feet ached with every step as rocks rose up to meet the silken soles of her feet. Her arms were stinging, scrapped by the rough hands of wayward branches and brambles. Out of breath and filled with fear, she stumbled from tree to tree, clawing at the sturdy bark for a moment of support before taking off once more.

She ran until her lungs burned.

Thinking herself safe, Princess Y/N paused aside a large rock formation. Her wind-blown hair created a pillow against the mossy stone and she breathed deeply, slowly. Her heart was pounding and her ears rang, but she listened closely to the forest.

To her left, birds chirped, signaling to others a warning of the approaching storm. Wings flapped against the graying sky as they filled the canopy with urgent alarm. On her right, twigs snapped under the hooves of deer and delicate leaves crumbled in their mouths. All around, wind passed through the greenery and Y/N held her breath, searching blindly for the one sound she absolutely needed to hear. All was still. She was surrounded by quiet.

A few moments later, heavy footfalls broke through the mote of silence and entered her perception. She gasped as the thing approached, stalking at a quick pace that she knew she could no longer keep up with or out run.

It was over.

She would soon be captured, taken away and shoved back into the dank, cold tower at Dunshire Castle to await her terrible fate. She exhaled and a hot tear trekked down her flushed cheek, mixing with the cool drizzle as it settled upon her skin.

“Come out, Princess!” The monster yelled as he sniffed the air like a dog. “I know that you are near. I can smell your sweet scent!”

A howling roar erupted from its maw and Y/N shivered. In her mind’s eye she could see the terrible creature clearly - a giant, thick body covered in the harsh gray fur of a wolf, fangs like a venomous snake that curved beyond its jaw, digging into his chapped lip. His piercing eyes like glowing rubies, seething with dark magic. The stank of him struck her senses and Y/N tried not to wretch.

She wanted to run but her body was weak. She wanted to scream, but she could not allow her voice to betray her location. She needed but a little more time to feel the dying sun on her face, to inhale the fresh air, to feel the soft ground beneath her feet before she was snatched back to the hell of the towering prison. She would not be taken so soon!

Another roar made her jump. It was closer this time and Y/N’s skin crawled. She had to run. She had to try.

She took a breath and then a step, moving away from the safety of the overhanging rock.

The moment she was free, a giant hand wrapped around the nape of her neck, yanking her backwards with ghastly power.

She screamed and the winged flock above scrambled to fly away from the echoing noise.

“Please! Help me!”

Y/N steeled herself for a blow that never came. As she took one final look at the forest, saying goodbye to the deer and the yapping birds, a strapping figure appeared a few yards away. The man was tall and handsome, with cropped brown hair that stood up a bit at the crown. His lips were full and pink, and his eyes matched the surrounding forest. He wore tights and a simple shirt of russet orange with silver chainmail covering his broad shoulders and chest.

“Unhand her, you fiend!”

The man’s deep, booming voice shook the trees and wrapped around Y/N with all the comfort of a heavy woolen shawl. She was saved. She was safe. She’d soon be free.

The monster pushed Y/N aside and she fell into the grass, watching as the war for her freedom began.

“How dare you,” the thing spat. “Do you have any idea who I am!”

“No introduction is needed, Margraw the Horrid! Though, I would like you to say hello to my little friend.” The man smirked and drew his longsword from its sheath. The metal gleamed in the dimming light and the crest of the mighty House of Winchester shone brightly upon the hilt.

Margraw hissed. “Winchester!”

Dean smiled proudly and turned the sword in his hand. “The one and only.”

A cackle left the beast’s lips. “Indeed. E’er since I slaughtered your baby brother those many moons ago. He truly was a delicious feast.” Margraw licked his hairy chops and stared the knight down. “I wonder if you’ll taste the same or if I’ll have to boil you with mead to enhance the flavor.”

Dean’s upper lip curled into a sneer and he raised his sword high. “Sorry to break it to you, Margraw, but I am the tastiest snack you’ll never have!”

Y/N was taken by the handsomeness of the brave knight and the way he bit back with his words. It was as if he were cutting Margraw down before even swinging his blade. Her heart raced once again, but she knew from the building heat betwixt her thighs that it was no longer from fear.

“You’re cocky, Winchester,” Margraw hissed.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” Dean replied with a wink towards the Princess. “Now, just hand over the girl and we can all be on our way.”

Margraw laughed viciously. “The Princess is mine. Her father signed her life over to me before she was even born. I am her destiny.”

Y/N cringed, shuddering on the cold ground.

Dean looked at her, brows creased in curiosity. “Is this true, m’lady?”

When their eyes met, Y/N swooned and the forest grew light around him as if the world were highlighting his chiseled frame.

“Sadly, yes, sir, but-”

A fresh tear fell and the knight nodded in understanding.

“Fear not, Princess,” he said boldly. “You shall not be dinner for this monster tonight.” He took a step forward, sword ready for a fight. “But perhaps you can be my desert.”

He winked once again and Y/N’s stomach flipped. Her right hand reached for her heaving breast and she watched in awe as Dean, brave knight of the House of Winchester, defended her honor against the dreaded beast, Margraw the Horrid.

The fight was fast and fierce. Dean dodged blows from Margraw’s massive paws and jabbed with his trusted blade. The beast moved slower but with much force, continually blocking Dean’s attacks and sending the knight toppling over his own feet.

Y/N viewed the malay with a hand clutched over her heart, praying to the forest gods that all would be well. When Dean cried out in pain, she nearly lost all hope. He fell to one knee and held his leg as blood leaked from his thigh. He’d been struck by Margraw’s poisoned claws and fire seeped into his veins.

“Dean!” Y/N cried, her voice saturated with grim pain. “No!”

Green eyes swept lovingly over her face and Dean found the strength to carry on. With one swift motion, he stood and swung his arm, deftly delivering a final, deadly blow to Margraw. The monster fell with a sickening howl and the forest was still once more.

Finally free, Y/N scrambled to her feet and swept the dirt from her skirts. She took a deep breath and walked toward the corpse, looking down at the empty eyes of her captor.

She spat in his ugly face. “You shall never again haunt my nightmares, you beast!”

Satisfied and at peace, Y/N closed her eyes for a brief moment and let the cool mist wash her past away.

Behind her, Dean collapsed. His longsword fell to the ground, coming to lay beside his bloodied body. He gasped as a rock dug into his broken rib and Y/N spun around, rushing to his side.

“Dean!”

Down to her knees she fell and Y/N looked him over, her eyes heavy with worry.

He looked up and managed a smile even as the monster’s poison worked its painful magic, pulsing through his bloodstream.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

Her cheeks flushed but there was no time to attend to her blossoming need. “You’re hurt,” she said, hands hovering over the wound in his meaty thigh.

“No big deal,” he joked, holding back a harsh cough. “I’ve had worse.”

Carefully, she examined his leg and saw the purple streaks expand across his freckled skin as the poison moved about.

She shook her head. “No. Margraw’s claws are tainted with the Poison of Aragrog- enough to kill an army of thousands. We must draw it out before it takes your heart.”

Dean tried to sit up, but he faltered and landed on his elbows, his long legs stretched out before him. “I don’t think it can,” he teased.

“And why not?”

“Because, my heart has already been taken,” he whispered, “by you.”

Y/N’s bosom swelled and her mouth dried, demanding a drink from his lips. “You are quite smooth, Sir Knight, and I do owe you my life. Will you not allow me to attempt now to save yours?”

Dean sighed and then twitched as pain spread up his side. “Do what you must.”

Quickly, Y/N grabbed hold of her innermost skirt and ripped a long strip of the airy fabric free. She looped the frayed white hem around his upper thigh and then reached for a fallen branch. She twisted the thin bit of wood into the fabric and prepared to tighten the tourniquet.

Dean watched with wide, nervous eyes as she worked.

“That’s not gonna hurt, is it?” he asked timidly.

Y/N smiled as kindly as she could. “It will,” she answered truthfully. “But I need to stop the poison from spreading any further whilst I prepare a healing salve. I believe I spied a patch of yarrow over yonder.”

Dean’s expression was worrisome. Hesitation creased with suffering. She took pity and snapped the tip of the twisting branch off, handing it to him.

“Here,” she told him, “you may need something to bite on.”

As her hand lifted the bark to his lips, Dean snatched her wrist and tugged, yanking the Princess down into his arms. He kissed her sweet lips and nestled a hand against the small of her back. She meant to cry out, to protest his rash decision, but the pressure of his mouth upon hers, the feel of his fingers splaying across her back, the taste of his tongue all conspired to wipe the worry from her mind. She melted into him and kissed him back, hoping beyond hope that he would be saved from the poison so that she might be granted a thousand more kisses just like this one.

While she prayed, Dean wrapped his arms tight around her and rolled with her, claiming the top space and pressing her soft body into the earth. He dipped his tongue into her mouth as he bunched up the mass of skirts covering her sex. He pressed his knee into her heat and she moaned loudly into his mouth.

“Thou art quite the kisser, Sir Winchester…”

Dean grinned and flexed his thigh, pushing against her pussy again. “Ya know, I’m kinda loving you calling me Sir, Y/N/N.”

She grabbed at the rough collar of his shirt. “That’s Princess, to you, peasant.” She tugged and he fell back to kissing her, captivated by the pull of her mouth and the heat of her writhing body.

Sneaking a hand between them, Y/N reached for his cock and rubbed her palm over it. He shivered and bucked his hips, helping her along.

“Fuck, I wanna fuck you right here,” he growled, lips dragging over the shell of her ear.

Y/N closed her eyes and spread her legs wider, lifting them to wrap around his trim waist. “You should…”

He let out a sexy huff that made her nipples tingle and her pussy leak. She licked at his mouth and lightly squeezed his sack.

“Now you’re askin’ for it,” he laughed.

“Yeah, I literally just asked for it.”

He nibbled at her throat. “Well, I’m gonna give it to ya.”

“Are you? You’re taking forever.” She pulsed her hand over the tip of his cock.

“Oh, I am.” He pushed up on his hands, hovering over her.

“Good,” she beamed, “give it to me, big boy.”

“It’s coming-”

“Not before I do,” she warned.

“Never,” he smirked. “You know how I roll.”

“I sure d-”

“Hold!”

A voice cried out and Dean’s head snapped back to look over his shoulder.

Patrick, the IT tech draped in Margraw’s costume and covered in fake fur, stood with arms crossed and a sour expression.

“You two know I’m still here, right?” he asked, eyeing each in turn.

Y/N could feel her cheeks burn and she dropped her legs from Dean’s ass and less than gracefully rolled out from under him.

“Sorry…”

Dean, however, was tickled pink about the whole situation. He laughed and pushed himself up to his feet. He turned to his fellow LARPer and shrugged.

“Maybe if you switch sides and play the hero for once, you could get some too.”

Patrick tapped an annoyed boot and sighed. “There are rules, ya know.”

Dean turned up the charm and threw his arm around the costumed monster. “I know, bud. Why don’t we go back to camp, hit the tavern, and you can tell me all about them.”

Y/N stood back a bit, fixing her skirts and pushing her boobs back into her corset. She watched as her knight in cheap armor and her attacker set off into the misty sunset.

Sure, maybe it was cheesy to some, but fighting a monster that definitely was not going to actually kill you was rather fun. There was plenty to do in the Kingdom of Moondoor, lots of adventure and pageantry, feats of skill and laughter. It was a relaxing weekend away from the real world, and Y/N loved sneaking away to enjoy it. Especially because she always got to go home with the handsome knight when the day was through…

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The Calla Lilies of Winchester by LittleAngelCassie - SPNFanFicPond Fic Highlight

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandom: Supernatural

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Destiel

Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Gabriel (Supernatural), Crowley (Supernatural), Hannah (Supernatural), Ruby (Supernatural), John Winchester, Pamela Barnes (Supernatural), Rufus Turner, Ash (Supernatural), Jesse Cuevas, Cesar Cuevas

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Love Story, Drama, Humor, Comedy, Romance, Fluff, Angst, Self-Discovery, drug and alcohol abuse, Cancer, NEITHER DEAN NOR CASTIEL DIES, Professor Castiel (Supernatural), Gay Sex, Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort

Language: English

Collections: The Destiel Fan Survey Favs Collection

Published: 2019-08-15

Completed: 2020-07-23

Words: 130,474

Chapters: 50/50

Comments: 3,810

Kudos: 1,530

Bookmarks: 432

Hits: 48,770

Summary:

Love stories don’t exist in a bubble, floating high and away from reality, able to grow and mature without the outside world’s influences. It’s simply naive. The strongest, the purest of true love stories survive the worst and thrive in life’s bullshit. Dean Winchester learned the hard way. He would never have guessed the awkward blue-eyed stranger on a bus would brighten his darkest days and define his happily ever after. Battling through his own terrifying diagnosis and his brother Sam’s demons, Dean might drown under the pummeling waves of his harsh reality. Instead, he uncovers the strength to break the surface and inhale with a solid hand in his, always. The light at the end of the tunnel is worth the fight to be reborn.

Admin Michelle here with another SPNFanFicPond Fic Highlight!

This fic is brought to us by @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes, who wanted to highlight this fic she loves as a late birthday present for herself! Belated Happy Birthday, Laili!

First of all, this fic hits some SERIOUS topics, sits in the mess for a while, and generally makes you feel it, whether you like it or not. Sam is an asshole for part of this, and I got seriously angry at him. He says some stuff that blew my mind and made me want to knock him out, and that's not usually me with my Sam-loving heart. Thankfully, his asinine behavior doesn't last long, but WHEW! Also, cancer is a huge thing in this fic, so if dealing with cancer treatments and such is a trigger for you, you might want to skip this one.

That being said, Cas and Dean are so devoted to each other from the first moment, and you can't stop rooting for them through everything. Their meet-cute is adorable, and it's love at first sight! Everything else is just life, and I like it that way.

In short, if you want some Destiel FEELS that will make your chest ache with emotion, and can handle the topics addressed, this is the fic for you!!

[acklesarchives]

Oblivious - Ruby

Ruby x female!reader

Ruby’s patience is running thin. She’s been dropping hints, slipping in innuendos, and even lingering her touch longer than necessary—but you? You just smile, nod, and carry on like she didn’t just whisper filth into your ear. It would be frustrating if you weren’t so damn cute.

Content warnings ; smut, making out, fingering, eating out, thigh riding, multiple orgasms, pet names (baby, sweetheart etc) innocent!reader, somewhat soft!ruby

Word count ; 2,310

Minors PLEASE do not interact and please check my note at the bottom of this post, thank you !!

Ruby was used to playing the long game. She had spent years perfecting the art of manipulation, of planting seeds and letting them bloom exactly when she wanted. But this? This was something else.

You were something else.

Sitting across from her in the dimly lit motel room, your legs were tucked beneath you, a book in your hands as you absentmindedly nibbled on your bottom lip. It was adorable. And distracting. And if you had any idea what you were doing to her, she might have thought you were teasing her on purpose.

But you weren’t. That was the problem.

Ruby stretched out on the bed beside you, propping herself up on her elbow, watching you with a smirk. She reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, letting her fingers graze your skin just a little too long.

You looked up, blinking at her. “Thanks, Rubes.”

Oh, for hell’s sake.

Ruby exhaled through her nose, biting back her amusement. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.” She shifted closer, voice dipping lower. “You know, I could help you relax. If you wanted.”

You furrowed your brows, tilting your head in confusion. “Relax? I mean… I’m not really tense or anything.”

She bit her tongue. This was too easy. “Mmm, not yet.”

You blinked again, eyes wide and clueless, before nodding. “Okay! Thanks, Ruby.”

Ruby swore she could hear the universe laughing at her.

She tried again the next night. This time, she let her hand settle on your thigh, fingers tracing absentminded circles over your jeans. It wasn’t subtle. It wasn’t supposed to be.

But all you did was smile at her, completely unaware of the fire she was trying to start beneath your skin.

She tried dirty jokes—thinly veiled comments that should have had you blushing, shifting in your seat.

But no.

“That’s funny, Ruby!” you’d laugh, shaking your head, completely missing the point.

And yet, despite your innocence, your body was still reacting.

Ruby noticed the way your breath hitched when she touched you, the way your fingers fidgeted with the hem of your shirt when she got too close. And, if her demon senses were right—which they always were—she knew what she was doing to you.

You just didn’t understand it.

That became clear one night when you sat beside her on the motel bed, eyes flickering down as you squirmed slightly.

Ruby arched a brow. “Something wrong, sweetheart?”

Your lips pressed together, eyes darting away. “I don’t know.”

Ruby smirked. “Yeah?” She leaned in, voice a murmur. “Wanna tell me about it?”

You hesitated, fingers twisting together. “I just feel… weird.”

Ruby’s smirk grew. “Weird?”

You nodded. “Like, my stomach feels all fluttery, and I feel kinda warm. And, um…” Your voice trailed off, and Ruby nearly groaned at the way you bit your lip.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Ruby cooed, brushing a finger beneath your chin, tilting your gaze up to meet hers. “You really are innocent, aren’t you?”

You swallowed, eyes wide. “What do you mean?”

Ruby leaned in, lips ghosting over your ear. “I mean, you feel that way because of me.”

Your breath caught, and Ruby could practically hear the gears turning in your head.

She pulled back, watching the slow realization flicker in your eyes.

“Oh.”

Ruby grinned. “Yeah. Oh.”

She ran her fingers down your arm, feeling the shiver that followed. “And the wetness in your panties?” She tilted her head, eyes dark. “That’s me, too.”

Your lips parted, cheeks burning, but you still didn’t pull away.

Ruby chuckled, cupping your cheek. “So, tell me, sweetheart,” she murmured, thumb brushing over your skin. “Do you want me to teach you what it all means?”

You swallowed hard. And then, finally, you nodded. Ruby’s smirk was pure satisfaction.

“Good girl.”

She leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t demanding. She let you set the pace, let you melt into her. Her hands rested on your waist, warm and steady, as if she was letting you decide how far this would go.

And you wanted this.

You pressed closer, sighing into the kiss as your hands found their way to her shoulders, clinging to her like she was the only thing tethering you to this world. She deepened the kiss slowly, her tongue brushing against yours with the kind of reverence you had never imagined a demon capable of.

When she pulled back, her eyes searched yours. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”

“I won’t,” you whispered.

A small smile tugged at her lips. “That’s not the point. If you need me to, you tell me.”

You nodded, the weight of her words sinking into you.

She kissed you again, this time trailing her lips down to your jaw, to the hollow of your throat, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses against your skin. You shivered as warmth pooled in your stomach, the feeling unfamiliar but not unwelcome.

Her hands slipped under your shirt, fingers tracing over your skin, slow and deliberate. You gasped at the sensation, at the way your body responded to her so easily.

“You’re so sensitive,” Ruby murmured, pulling your shirt over your head, letting her gaze rake over you. “Every little touch makes you shiver.”

You swallowed, heat rising to your cheeks. “I don’t—I don’t know what to do.”

Her hands slid down your sides, thumbs stroking over your hips as she pressed her forehead against yours. “You don’t have to do anything,” she assured. “Just feel. Let me take care of you.”

You exhaled shakily as she guided you back onto the bed, her hands never leaving your skin. She took her time undressing you, pausing between every article of clothing to kiss and worship every new inch of skin revealed to her.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered against your shoulder, her voice reverent.

You had never felt beautiful before. Not like this.

Ruby took her time, mapping your body with her lips, her hands, her tongue. She traced every curve, every hollow, learning you in a way that made your breath catch in your throat. And when her mouth moved lower, pressing soft kisses to your stomach, your thighs, your entire body tensed.

She noticed immediately.

“Relax,” she soothed, looking up at you from between your legs, her fingers tracing slow circles against your hip. “I’ve got you.”

You nodded, trying to breathe, trying to let yourself be here with her.

And then her mouth was on you.

You gasped, your back arching as a surge of pleasure shot through your body. Ruby held you down gently, her hands firm but comforting as she worked you open with agonizing care.

“You taste so good,” she murmured against you, the vibration of her voice sending another shock of sensation through your core.

You clutched at the sheets, your mind spiraling as she continued, her tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes. She wanted you to feel this. All of this. She wanted to make sure that when you came apart, it was because of her.

Every sound you made seemed to fuel her, her grip on you tightening, her movements growing more confident. She knew exactly when to slow down, when to speed up, when to curl her fingers just right to have you gasping her name.

“Ruby—”

She looked up at you, her mouth and fingers still working you over. “I know, baby. Let go.”

And you did. The pleasure built and built until it crashed over you like a tidal wave, drowning you in sensation.

Ruby didn’t stop, not until your breath slowed, not until you were boneless beneath her, completely undone.

The world around you felt distant, blurred by the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through your body. Your chest rose and fell in uneven breaths.

Ruby hovered over you, her body warm, solid—a grounding force in the chaos of sensation she had just pulled you through. Her lips ghosted over your temple, pressing a slow, lingering kiss there.

“You still with me, babe?” she murmured, her voice soft but teasing, her hands gliding up your sides.

You nodded, but words failed you. Your limbs felt heavy, your body spent—and yet, deep in your core, there was still a lingering ache, a quiet hum of want that hadn’t faded. If anything, the tenderness of her voice, the gentle drag of her fingers across your skin, only made it grow stronger.

Ruby smirked, sensing it immediately. “Oh, you’re not done yet,” she whispered, her lips trailing down your jaw. “I can feel it.”

Her fingers brushed against your thighs, spreading them again with ease. Your body jolted at the sensitivity, a whimper slipping from your lips as she touched you again.

“Ruby—”

She hummed in response, pressing soft kisses to your collarbone, working her way downward. “I told you I was going to take care of you,” she purred. “And I meant it.”

Before you could even process it, she shifted lower, sliding down your body, settling between your legs once more. Your breath hitched as her mouth found you again, her tongue flicking over the most sensitive part of you, drawing out every last aftershock.

It was overwhelming—too much and not enough all at once. Your hands flew to her hair, gripping tightly as pleasure bloomed anew, sharp and unbearable.

“I—I can’t—”

Ruby chuckled against you, the vibration sending a fresh wave of heat through your core. “Oh, sweetheart,” she murmured, her fingers replacing her mouth, stroking you with slow, deliberate precision. “You can.”

Your body arched off the bed as she slipped her fingers inside you again, pressing deep, curling just right, her tongue following in perfect rhythm. She worked you open slowly, methodically, building you up again before you even had time to recover from the first.

“Ruby—please—” You didn’t even know what you were begging for anymore.

She smirked, pulling back just enough to look up at you. “You look so good like this,” she murmured, watching the way you writhed beneath her. “Falling apart for me.”

She moved suddenly, pulling her fingers from you, making you whimper at the loss. But before you could protest, she was shifting, guiding you onto your side, her body pressing flush against your back. One arm wrapped around your waist, holding you steady, while the other slipped between your legs again, her fingers finding you with ease.

You gasped at the new angle, at how much more you could feel. Ruby’s lips found the back of your neck, trailing slow, lazy kisses as she worked her fingers inside you, each movement careful and deliberate.

“You feel so good,” she murmured, her breath warm against your skin. “So tight, so perfect—”

Your body clenched around her fingers, and she groaned against you, her hand tightening on your waist.

“That’s it,” she whispered. “Let go for me again.”

The pleasure built quickly this time, sharper, more consuming. Your body trembled in her hold, completely at her mercy as she pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

And when you finally shattered again, Ruby held you through it—her lips at your shoulder, her fingers still working you through the intensity, drawing out every last tremor until you were gasping for breath.

She didn’t let go, didn’t pull away. Instead, she shifted you onto your stomach, her body pressing down against you, her knee sliding between your legs, pressing against the soaked heat of you.

“You’re shaking,” she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. “But you’re still so needy, aren’t you?”

You could barely form words, your mind clouded with pleasure. But Ruby didn’t need you to answer. She already knew.

She lifted herself slightly, pulling you back against her lap, guiding you to straddle her thigh. The pressure sent another jolt of sensation through you, and you gasped, your hands gripping her arms for support.

“Ride me,” she murmured, her hands resting on your hips, guiding you gently.

You hesitated, uncertain, still overwhelmed.

Ruby leaned in, brushing her lips over your ear. “You’re safe with me,” she whispered. “Just feel. Just let go.”

You swallowed hard, nodding, and slowly began to move. The friction was dizzying, the steady press of her thigh between your legs sending sparks through your core. Ruby held you steady, her grip firm but careful, letting you set the pace, letting you use her.

“That’s it,” she whispered, watching you intently. “Take what you need.”

Your movements grew more frantic, more desperate, and Ruby’s hands tightened on your waist, holding you in place as you chased your release.

And when it finally came, when the pleasure ripped through you for the third time, it was almost too much. You sobbed her name as your body locked up, shuddering against her, your wings trembling, your grace flickering wildly.

Ruby caught you as you collapsed, wrapping you in her arms, her breath warm against your neck as she whispered soft, soothing praises.

“That’s my girl,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You didn’t even realize you were shaking until she shifted you onto your back again, pulling the blankets over your exhausted body.

“You okay?” she asked, her voice softer now, her fingers stroking your cheek.

You nodded, dazed, completely spent. “That was…” You trailed off, still unable to find the words.

Ruby smirked, brushing damp hair from your forehead. “Yeah,” she murmured. “It was.”

She didn’t move away—not like you had feared she might. Instead, she pulled you close, her arms tightening around you, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.

“You did so well,” she whispered, kissing your forehead. “I’m proud of you.”

Your eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion pulling you under. But before you slipped into sleep, you felt Ruby’s lips at your temple once more, her voice barely above a breath.

“You’re mine now, baby,” she whispered.

And you didn’t mind one bit.

Liz talks : So! This was a request, and I did see a few other Ruby authors get this request which kind of confused me but I didn’t see that until after I started to write it and I really didn’t want to scrap the whole thing because I genuinely did love the request plus it’s Ruby! But for future reference I do not take requests for the foreseeable future. I’m in college + I have two jobs and I feel that I wouldn’t be able to get through all of my requests in a decent amount of time to have that type of thing open!! (Not that I’m guaranteed to get a lot of requests but yk) so please be cautious about this. Thank you :)

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[samsblades]

ruby girlfriend headcanons

cw : gn!reader, fluff, i'm a freak about her (i'm in love), soft ruby, blood mention, 1.3K words. requested !

summary : she's the cutest and you should kiss her

✶.◟ she is soooo sassy and it’s the cutest and funniest ever

✶.◟ like i think she reallyyyy likes making you laugh and smile because of all those stupid little quips she makes

✶.◟ she pretends to be smug about it probably, but honestly she’s just really pleased with herself that she made you laugh

✶.◟ and genuinely takes note of the kind of things that make you laugh the most at and will recreate similar jokes/bits and check if you still found it funny

✶.◟ because she’s actually a loser!!! suchhh a huge losergirl when she’s in love and it’s genuinely so adorable

✶.◟ because she absolutely will pretend to be all cocky and confident with you

✶.◟ and she definitely just is sometimes, like she’s always smirking if she can make you flustered

✶.◟ but secretly she’s like oh my god they’re so cute and i’m super in love

✶.◟ and if you ask me she’s just a silly! a silly and she really really likes to kiss you so you’d better give her lots and lots of kisses

✶.◟ she will never ever admit it but she’s a sucker for hand holding

✶.◟ kissing is definitely her favorite though, just kiss her everywhere all the time and she’ll be satisfied

✶.◟ she really loves it when you kiss her wrists (and obviously she’ll let you drink her blood from there as well!)

✶.◟ but she really just cannot get enough of the feeling of your lips on hers. she’ll literally kiss you for hours

✶.◟ if it keeps you with her, she’s willing to sacrifice a lot actually, and that does include her blood if you want it too

✶.◟ she’s actually really very observant of you and your habits and your likes and dislikes and personality quirks and pretty much everything

✶.◟ and she’s definitely not loud about that, but it shows if she randomly mentions it or the situations calls for her to remember

✶.◟ she might act sort of tough and matter of fact outwardly sometimes; she doesn’t always talk all that soft or sweet

✶.◟ but she’s pretty gentle with you, using soft hands and lips (that turn a little desperate and hungry at times. lots of times probably lol)

✶.◟ maybe unpopular opinion but i envision her as a puppy girlfriend sometimes

✶.◟ yes she can be frowny and brooding in the corner with her black leather jacket and her arms crossed over her chest

✶.◟ she can be quiet and grumpy like a pretty black cat, but she’s probably brooding in the corner because she’s feeling protective of you

✶.◟ so she’s like an angry puppy growling at whoever threatened you . and then she kills them <33

✶.◟ her love language is probably killing people for you and then kissing bloody about it <3

✶.◟ and like i think she will pout at you when you don’t give her what she wants and then realize and be like >:( no i’m in charge go buy my more french fries

✶.◟ and you’ll totally buy her more french fries but mostly because she’s super adorable when she gets demanding

✶.◟ i also see her getting playful! she teases you and is sort of annoying by dragging you around or joking around in sort of serious situations

✶.◟ just envision walking down the street with her, casually holding her hand and she thinks of something sort of stupid to say

✶.◟ so she stops you by grabbing your intertwined hands with her free one and pulling on you as she leans forward and up to catch your attention

✶.◟ she’s got big eyes, clearly pretending to be innocent, but you see that sparkle of mischief and raise an eyebrow at her

✶.◟ and she’ll just start blabbing about something completely irrelevant and probably unserious and silly just because it’ll both annoy and endear you lol

✶.◟ but when you tug her along, she follows willingly, forgetting that she was also annoying you by stopping you in the middle of your tracks

✶.◟ she just keeps talking because now she’s invested in the topic and because you’re actually listening

✶.◟ you listen to her, and she loves you for it; not too many people are very keen on hearing her out, but you do

✶.◟ so that means she’ll talk to you forever and ever and sometimes she lets too much slip and she wonders if she should stop

✶.◟ but she always decides against it because you have her wrapped around your finger (not that she’d ever admit it)

✶.◟ and that’s fine because that just means you’re even; she definitely has you wrapped around her finger just the same

✶.◟ she definitely does enjoy having some sort of feeling of power over you, even if it’s subtle

✶.◟ like you probably just should tell her that she’s always right and agree with everything she says because why would you even question such a pretty face and cute smile

✶.◟ she actually can be pretty smiley around you hehe. once against she’s actually really adorable and a total dork

✶.◟ request asked what she’d like doing with you and um i think she likes staring at you :)

✶.◟ and as previously mentioned she likes kissing you too like a lot a lot for sure

✶.◟ do not underestimate her cuddlebug potential. but like in the way that she’s trying to get in your skin and live there like the prettiest parasite ever

✶.◟ or she wants you to cuddle her like that; she will let you in don’t worry but if the next best thing is drinking her blood you can do that too

✶.◟ she also likes going on dates where you order french fries with both of your meals and then she eats all of yours <3

✶.◟ she really likes it when you play with her hair but not if she’s about to go out

✶.◟ don’t ruffle her hair though she’ll bite your hand off probably (she’s blushing secretly but she’ll still bite your hand off)

✶.◟ um she’s a biter and she wants you to bite her too. her other love language is biting

✶.◟ and also give her attention and love alllll the time, be the one who tells her that she’s awesome and better than all those sons of bitches!

✶.◟ she knows it already but it’s special when you say it because she loves you

✶.◟ mmm and she loves to compliment you too she’s always calling you pretty or handsome or whatever makes you most flustered

✶.◟ and her hands are cold all of the time so make sure you hold them and rub them to warm them up and put them in your pockets

✶.◟ ugh imagine standing in the cold with her and she’s so chilly (pretend demons feel things idk bro)

✶.◟ and so you spin her around to face you and you tug her close and tuck both of her hands in the pockets of your jackets

✶.◟ and she’s grumpy about it like babe you don’t have to treat me like a baby i’m not five i’m a hundreds of years old demon and former witch >:(

✶.◟ but she actually means don’t stop you should kiss me now

✶.◟ but she also likes to be the one to take care of you and push you around to her liking

✶.◟ puts her sweet little hands on your back to push you across the room or guide you down the hallway

✶.◟ and she’s very protective of you; recall to her killing people for you <3

✶.◟ will absolutely intimidate the waiter or cashier who didn’t give you the exact right order

✶.◟ they asked for extra ketchup >:(

✶.◟ you probably only ordered extra ketchup for her to use on her fries because she uses so damn much to be honest

✶.◟ basically she’s a cutie patootie and you should kiss her a lot for sure

[holyfreaks]

family tree 'verse masterlist - COMPLETED

chronological order:

even if we died tonight, I'd die yours

warnings/tags: underage kissing, pre-canon, forbidden love, religious imagery and symbolism, implied/referenced underage sex, codependency, pov dean winchester

rating: M

words: 1.5k

summary: (It's a home inside of an abandoned house, it's love inside a family that should be wrong but feels so right.)

Dean and Sam. 1999.

still tied to me

warnings/tags: sibling incest, religious imagery and symbolism, religious guilt, forbidden love, shame, past underage, codependency, suicidal thoughts, stanford era, implied/referenced alcohol abuse/alcoholism, blow jobs, bulimia, coitus interruptus, unhealthy coping mechanisms, masturbation

rating: E

words: 1.7k

summary: Dean and Sam are states away from each other but can't stop thinking about the other.

(Neither of them know how much longer they can go on like this.)

making love in our own grave

warnings/tags: sibling incest, religious imagery and symbolism, religious guilt, forbidden love, set during season 1, codependency, pov sam winchester, blow jobs, anal sex, dirty talk, alcohol, top dean/bottom sam, past underage sex

rating: E

words: 3k

summary: He prays, if it's so wrong, then how can it feel so right? How it can it feel like Dean completes him, that Dean is the missing piece of him?

(There's no answer to his prayers. But Dean answers anyways.)

where happiness ends and dies with you

warnings/tags: sibling incest, religious imagery and symbolism, set during season 3, pov dean winchester, marijuana, blow jobs, rimming, anal sex, top sam/bottom dean, orgasm control

rating: E

words: 2k

summary: Dean's not gonna beg for God to save him now.

(Sam saved him a long time ago.)

you were my whole world

warnings/tags: sibling incest, codependency, suicidal thoughts, pov sam winchester, minor ruby/sam, set between s3 and s4, grief/mourning, canonical character death, unhealthy coping mechanisms, implied/referenced alcohol abuse, demon sex, vaginal sex, demon blood

rating: E

words: 1.3k

summary: Sam is lost to his storm of grief.

(Ruby shows him the way out.)

forgive these bones I'm hiding

warnings/tags: sibling incest, codependency, pov sam winchester, top dean/bottom sam, spit as lube, anal sex, anal fingering, religious imagery and symbolism, religious guilt, set during season 4, self-worth issues, jealousy, minor ruby/sam winchester, alcohol, angry sex, established relationship

rating: E

words: 2.2k

summary: Sam has his brother back.

(Why is everything still so fucked?

Sam prays and Castiel shows.)

I tried to be good, am I no good?

warnings/tags: past rape/noncon, rape aftermath, past torture, aftermath of torture, set during season 7, pov sam winchester, PTSD, trauma from lucifer's cage, implied/referenced self harm, angst, hurt/comfort, religious imagery and symbolism, religious guilt, self-worth issues

rating: M

words: 2k

summary: Maybe it was penance. Maybe it was because he is fundamentally unclean. Maybe it corrupted him beyond repair.

(Dean loves him anyways.)

sweet mourning lamb

warnings/tags: sibling incest, codependency, established relationship, religious imagery and symbolism, religious guilt, sick sam winchester, protective dean winchester, weirdcest, pov sam winchester, pov dean winchester, trauma from lucifer's cage, angst and fluff and hurt/comfort

rating: M

words: 1.9k

summary: The lamb is brought to the slaughter and says thank you, Lord.

(Sam is completing the trials. Dean tries to take care of him.)

hit 'em twice as hard

warnings/tags: sibling incest, religious imagery and symbolism, codependency, set during season 10, mark of cain, blood and violence, possessive dean winchester, rimming, anal sex, bondage, rough sex, dubious consent, PTSD

rating: E

words: 1.4k

summary: Everything about Dean is rougher, calloused. He's still Dean, but the softer parts of him are buried underneath rage and spite.

(Sam is still drawn to him.

Bleeding for love has always kinda been their thing.)

cannot escape his mother's blood

warnings/tags: sibling incest, codependency, set during season 12, established relationship, bottom dean/top sam, porn with plot, alive mary winchester, pov multiple, dirty talk, rimming, blow jobs, anal sex, angst with a happy ending

rating: E

words: 4k

summary: Something is off with her boys. Mary knows it.

(She doesn't know if she wants to know it.)

family tree 'verse tag on my blog

[imthedr3amer]

📖 Fic share: SPN, Wincest, Explicit ❤️‍🔥

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Supernatural

Relationship: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Ruby (Supernatural), Bobby Singer, Castiel (Supernatural), Anna Milton, Uriel (Supernatural), Alastair (Supernatural)

Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Season/Series 04, Jealous Dean, Sam Winchester's Demonic Powers, Bottom Dean Winchester/Top Sam Winchester, Angst, Misunderstandings, Hurt/Comfort, Explicit Sexual Content, Mildly Dubious Consent, Post-Hell, Dean Has Self-Worth Issues, Sam Winchester on Demon Blood, Relationship Issues, Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending [Extra tags by me: Anal Fingering, Anal Sex]

Language: English

Collections: Wincest Big Bang 2017

Stats: Published: 2017-11-01 Words: 34,162

Reckless In Love

by PaperAnn

Summary: When Dean fought his way through the soil to an Earth he never thought he’d see again, he didn’t care how he escaped Hell. The only thing on his mind was seeing Sammy. It turned out to be harder than he thought, but with the aid of Bobby they found him: post-party, having a fuckin’ blast with some half-naked chick in a motel room.

It was almost a punch to the gut when she asked the million dollar question—“if they were together” and Sam couldn’t say “they’re brothers” fast enough. Of friggin course, they never flaunted ‘it’, but Sam was acting cagey. Like he genuinely meant it.

Dean knew damn well his brains hadn’t scrambled. He knew he hadn’t imagined Sam’s urgent confession the moment his one-year-left Crossroad’s Contract was revealed. And…his own astonishment, upon discovery, because Dean felt the same way.

If there was helluva way to go out? God, it’d be that year—every day (every second) was lived with passion, freedom and without regret. But most important: they lived fearlessly with each other.

Had Sam's mind changed after Dean died? Was he humoring the last wishes of a dying man?

Either way, if Sam didn't feel the same anymore…maybe Dean should have stayed in the pit.

[Don't forget to toss a kudos and a comment to the author, who is also here on Tumblr as @paperannxo. 🫶]

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Characters I Write For

Please message me with any ideas/requests! I need ideas(short fics or series)

Mostly write for fem!readers. I can write fluff, angst, smut, etc. If I’m not comfortable with something I can let you know

Character/Actor List

Favorite Characters/Actors To Write For

Draco Malfoy, Weasley twins

Jesse Pinkman

Paul Dano characters

Josh Hutcherson characters

Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel

Damon Salvatore, Silas, Klaus Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson

Rodrick Heffley

Bellamy Blake

Ezra Fitz(should probably make it clear I don’t condone)

Ian Duncan(Community)

Charlie(It’s Always Sunny)

Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase

Finnick Odair

Tommy Shelby

Killian Hook

Paul Dano

Klitz(The Girl Next Door)

Dwayne Hoover(Little Miss Sunshine)

Edward Nashton(The Batman)

Calvin Weir-Fields(Ruby Sparks)

Brian Wilcox(Fast Food Nation)

Joby Taylor(For Ellen)

Nick Flynn(Being Flynn)

Josh Hutcherson

Peeta Mellark(The Hunger Games)

Mike Schmidt(FNAF)

Josh Futturman(Future Man)

Devon Bostick

Rodrick Heffley(Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

Jasper Jordan(The 100)

Cillian Murphy

Tommy Shelby(Peaky Blinders)

Dr. Jonathan Crane(The Dark Knight)

Neil(Watching the Detectives)

Christian Bale

Patrick Bateman(American Psycho)

Bruce Wayne(The Dark Knight)

Breaking Bad

Jesse Pinkman

Jane Margolis

Saul Goodman

Harry Potter(Golden Trio Era)

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Pansy Parkinson

Blaise Zabini

Theodore Nott

Daphne Greengrass

Adrian Pucey

Terence Higgs

Harry Potter(Marauders Era)

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Lily Potter

Severus Snape

Regulus Black

Lucius Malfoy

Narcissa Malfoy

Bellatrix Lestrange

Arthur Weasley

Harry Potter(Fantastic Beasts Era)

Newt Scamander

Queenie Goldstein

Leta Lestrange

Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Luke Castellan

Thalia Grace

Jason Grace

+ Gods

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Emily Prentiss

Derek Morgan

JJ

Penelope Garcia

David Rossi

Elle Greenaway

Cat Adams

Megan Kane

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

John Winchester

Mary Winchester

Castiel

Charlie Bradbury

Rowena McLeod

Adam Milligan

Lucifer

Ruby

Jessica Moore

Gabriel

Benny Lafitte

Bela Talbot

Jo Harvelle

Ellen Harvelle

Superstore

Jonah Simms

Amy Sosa

Marcus White

Garrett McNeill

Dina Fox

Cheyenne Lee

Bo Thompson

Gilmore Girls

Lorelai Gilmore

Christopher Hayden

Luke Danes

Logan Huntzberger

Jess Mariano

The Hunger Games

Peeta Mellark

Katniss Everdeen

Gale Hawthorn

Finnick Odair

Johanna Mason

Haymitch Abernathy

Pretty Little Liars

Aria Montgomery

Spencer Hastings

Emily Fields

Hannah Marin

Mona Vanderwaal

Alison Di Laurentis

Jason Di Laurentis

Ezra Fitz

Toby Cavanaugh

Jenna Marshall

Caleb Rivers

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Katherine Pierce

Elena Gilbert

Jeremy Gilbert

Bonnie Bennett

Caroline Forbes

The Originals

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson

Hayley Marshall

Marcel Gerard

Davina Claire

Twilight

Edward Cullen

Bella Swan

Alice Cullen

Jasper Hale

Rosalie Hale

Emmett Cullen

Victoria

The 100

Bellamy Blake

Octavia Blake

Jasper Jordan

Shameless

Fiona Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Frank Gallagher

Mandy Milkovich

Kevin Ball

Veronica Fisher

The Bear

Carmy Berzatto

Sydney Adamu

Richie Jerimovich

Suicide Squad

Harley Quinn

Rick Flag

Blackguard

Once Upon A Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Rumplestiltskin

Robin Hood

Ruby

Hades

Community

Jeff Winger

Abed Nadir

Annie Edison

Troy Barnes

Ian Duncan

It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia

Charlie Kelly

Dennis Reynolds

Dee Reynolds

Mac

Cricket

House MD

Greg House

Robert Chase

James Wilson

Lisa Cuddy

Parks and Recreation

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

MCU, Marvel

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Natasha Romanoff

Bruce Banner

Wanda Maximoff

Loki Laufeyson

Peter Parker(Holland, Garfield, Maguire)

Gamora

Peter Quill

Scott Lang

Steven Strange

Jessica Jones

Wade Wilson

DC CW

Oliver Queen

Barry Allen

Felicity Smoak

Laurel Lance

Sara Lance

Malcom Merlyn

John Constantine

Leonard Snart

Ray Palmer

Caitlyn Snow

Julian Albert

Rip Hunter

10 Things I Hate About You

Patrick Verona

Cameron James

New Girl

Jess Day

Nick Miller

Schmidt

Other Characters

Charlie Kelmeckis(Perks Of Being A Wallflower)

Jesse Eisenberg Characters

Dr. Who(10th Doctor)

Will Probably Add More