#BTZ Bingo

[atc74]

Smooth Talker

Square(s) Filled: Aroused by the sound of their voice (BTZ Bingo) and Mutual Masturbation (Kink Bingo)

Warnings: NSFW Phone sex, mutual masturbation

Summary: Your man is states away and the nights are lonely. 

Pairing: Choose your Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 907

Written for: @spnkinkbingo​, btz bingo

Beta’d by: none, all mistakes are my own

A/N: This fills my first bingo squares in almost 6 months! Whoo! Inspired by true events ;)

Being together was easy, it was the time alone that was hard. The nights were the worst. The sheets didn’t feel as soft, the bed wasn’t as warm. The dark was almost too dark, pitch black seeping into the corners, drowning any source of light it could find. 

Sighing, you rolled over to your other side, trying to find some comfort in the space too large for just one person. Your hand slipped out from under the blankets tucked up to your chin, snaking over the emptiness next to you, his scent barely clinging to the linens. If you closed your eyes and breathed deeply, you could almost imagine him next to you, his warmth seeping into your bones. 

On the nightstand, your phone buzzed, the screen lighting up and chasing away the darkness, even from behind your closed lids. A smile crept across your face as you opened your eyes, reaching for the device. Just seeing his name pop up on your screen made you feel lighter. Sliding your finger across the glass, you answered. “Hey handsome.” 

“Hey honey,” he greeted you, fatigue seeping into his voice. “It’s been a long week. I miss you.” 

“I miss you, too,” she yawned. “I can’t sleep without you here.” 

“I know. I’ll be back soon. But I know what will help you sleep,” she heard the smile in his words, could picture the boyish grin lighting up his features. 

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” she asked, already knowing his answer. 

“First, I am going to kiss you, soft and tender, with just the right amount of tongue. Then I’m going to trail my lips down and across your jaw before I dip lower, until I hit that one spot on your neck that makes your knees weak. You know the one. The one that when I suck just right, you give yourself over to me fully.” 

You moaned lowly, your legs stretching out under the soft blankets as your body started to warm from his words, the sound of his voice. Your free hand snaked under the covers, straight into your panties, your arousal already soaking through your panties. “Yeah? Then what?”

“I’m going to leave kisses all the way down your body to where you really want me. I’ll kiss and lick the inside of your left thigh, slowly switching sides. And when I do, I’m gonna just barely ghost over where you need me. I’m gonna leave little love bites all over your thighs, get you worked up for me, so you’re dripping wet by the time I finally settled between your legs.”

“Uh-huh.” Your fingers rubbed lightly up and down your pussy as you listened to his words. 

“I’m slowly tracing your outer lips with my tongue, dipping inside, licking at your tight hole, just wet and wanting, clenching around nothing, waiting for me. I’m going to tease you until you can’t take it anymore. Then and only then, will I pay attention to that pretty little clit, flicking my tongue across the tip, all around, pulling it lightly between my lips and sucking until you lose control and come all over my face.” 

“Oh my god, baby, yes!” she moaned louder, her voice carrying through the phone shot straight to his dick. 

“I’m not done, hooney. I’m gonna lick that pussy clean, everything that leaked from your empty hole, all the way down to your ass. You like that? I know you do, you want me to lick that ass, pretty girl?”

“Please...I love it, please.” Two small fingers moved inside your tight channel, but it wasn’t really what you wanted. Tonight it would have to be enough combined with his words, driving you to heights only he could. 

“I know you’re going to come again and I can’t wait to feel you. I can feel your muscles tightening and the minute you think you can’t hold out any longer, I’m going to slide right inside, fill you with my cock and fuck you through that one, until you come again, and again.” 

“Oh fuck!” you squealed as your orgasm hit you hard. “Fuck!”

His voice was strained, his breathing slightly labored as your brain cleared, registering his own pleasure. “Does that feel good honey? My cock sliding in and out of your tight, wet pussy, while I suck and bite your nipples? They’re so sensitive, I bet you could come again, can’t you?” 

“Yes, yes! You feel so good inside me, baby. Come for me, fill me up, make me come again” you whimpered. 

“Oh fuck, honey. I’m gonna fill that pretty pussy full,” he groaned, a deep breath filling the air. 

“Come up here, let me lick our come from your cock. Slide your cock in my mouth, baby,” you begged, still pulling at your nipples, so tight and hard between your small fingers. 

“Oh, I’m not done with you. I’m gonna slip my fingers inside you, use both our come as lube before I slide a finger in your ass, cucking on your clit, until you come screaming my name again. Because you fucking love it.” 

“Oh god I do! I fucking love it!” Another, smaller orgasm washed over you and your body trembled. 

“I can’t wait to have you in my bed so I can live this little fantasy out with you baby,” he moaned sleepily. “Now get some sleep, pretty girl. I’ll see you soon.” 

“I can’t wait, smooth talker.” 

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[katymacsupernatural]

Married to the Job

Dean Winchester x Reader

1750 Words

Written For: BTZ Bingo, @spndarkbingo, @spngenrebingo

Squares Filled: Married to the job(BTZ), Character Death (Dark), Flannel (Genre)

Summary: Instead of celebrating your anniversary, Dean insists on taking a job. A job that results in heartbreak

Warnings: All the angst!! Character death

“Damn it, Dean,” you cursed, slamming your coffee cup on the table, wincing as the scalding liquid sloshed over the Eeyore cup you cherished. But it didn’t deter the frustration you were feeling.

Dean stood at the door, his arms crossed, his mouth in a tight line promising the fact that he had already made up his mind. You wanted to hurl your coffee cup at him, but you didn’t want to lose your favorite coffee cup. Instead, you stood up and poured your coffee and your breakfast in the trash. You were no longer hungry. Not after the bombshell that Dean had just dropped.

Taking a deep breath, you turned to face him. “Dean, why? You knew that today was our anniversary. You promised me. No research, no hunting. Just you, and me and a trip to that nice little resort a couple of hours away.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Things happen. Jobs show up when we least expect them. What do you want me to do? Say sorry, I’m not going to come save your lives because I need to go pamper myself.”

You rolled your eyes before pushing past Dean. “Once again, you’re missing the point. I don’t begrudge your saving lives. I just wish you weren’t so married to the job. That you would remember you married me. And sometimes, you have to work on that marriage as well.”

You turned down the hallway to see Sam standing there, his mouth hanging wide open. You smiled sadly as you passed him, not letting the first tear drop until you were alone. Dean’s bag was already packed and on the bed. Your bag was packed, but not for a hunting trip. It had your seldom used one piece swimsuit. A simple black one that Dean always said he loved seeing you wear.

You had also planned on surprising Dean with your new set of lingerie. Lacy and red, you had been hesitant to buy it, but you wanted something special for your anniversary. But now it didn't matter.

Angrily wiping the tear away, you yanked the items out of your duffel bag, throwing them in a heap on the chair before shoving in some flannel and Jeans. An extra shirt or two along with your holy water and angel blade.

"Here, I can take that," Dean spoke up from the doorway, no sign of regret in his eyes. You wouldn't have minded the change of plans if he had pleaded with you. But he had already made up his mind, without consulting you at all.

You threw your bag at him before storming past. Sitting down in the backseat of the Impala, you slid on your headphones. You were determined to stay mad at Dean for ruining such an important weekend for the two of you.

It wasn't like you asked for much. Your wedding had been a simple affair, officiated by Cas, attended by Sam, Jody, Donna and your hunter friend Slyvia. No honeymoon, no fancy night at a hotel. Just back to work with the promise you would do something nice later.

For your Birthday Dean had taken on a hunt in South Dakota with Jody, leaving you alone in the Bunker to drink an entire bottle of wine on your own.

It wasn't that you expected him to give up hunting. You had just hoped that he could pull away just a little bit to give your marriage the support you so desperately needed.

You stayed silent the entire trip, falling asleep somewhere in Colorado. Sam had kept glancing back at you while Dean had acted as if nothing was wrong. As if you weren't spending your anniversary on the road once again.

Instead of a night spent in a cozy little cabin, you were currently laying on a lumpy old mattress, the broken TV taunting you in the corner. Both Sam and Dean had gone to talk to the witnesses, while you had opted to stay behind, lounging in bed, wearing one of Dean’s old flannels.

“Broken heart?” a man’s voice spoke from the bathroom. This tall man ducked as he stepped through the doorframe, his shoulders brushing the trim. He had sandy blonde hair, a strong jaw and long legs that rivaled Sam’s. But it was the black eyes that had you reaching under your pillow for the blade you always kept there. “Oh, I don’t think so sweetheart.”

With a snap of his fingers, your blade flew away, landing in his hand. “Who the hell are you?”

He sighed, placing the blade in his pocket. “I do suppose you don’t recognize me. Not in this sweet little get-up. Isn’t this meat suit handsome? I’m going to try to hold onto this one. But the name’s Agarus. Ring any bells?”

Of course, it rang bells. He had been one of the Demons going through a small town a couple of years ago, killing anyone they could get their hands on. It had been one of the more horrifying hunts you had ever been on. You had been able to trap and kill one Demon, but he had vanished.

“I can see it has,” he answered gleefully. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. To finally get revenge for the death of my dear friend. I set this trap, hoping that it would bring the Winchesters and Dean’s girl here, and it worked exactly as I had hoped.”

“So what? Now you’re going to kill me? All that’s going to do is set Dean Winchester on your tail until you die a slow, painful death.”

“I would like to think I’m smarter than that,” he seemed offended. With another snap of his fingers, he had you transported across the room and slammed into the wall so hard your teeth knocked together.

“How original,” You taunted. “Yet another power happy male Demon slamming people into the wall. Do you guys have any imagination at all?”

Your words dug deep, his smile turning into a snarl as he squeezed his hand into a fist. Immediately your insides turned to fire, trying to burn you from the inside out. Clenching your teeth together, you fought hard not to scream, a moan the only satisfaction he would receive.

“I should have realized that anyone who would marry Dean Winchester would have to be tough skinned,” he growled, watching with glee as you squirmed under his torture. “It will be my pleasure to make you scream.”

“If anyone makes Y/N scream, it will be me,” Dean’s voice was low as he stepped into the room. “And it won’t be from torture.”

“Kinky,” the Demon chuckled. “But I think I have the upper hand.”

You could see that Dean was by himself. But it was hard concentrating on anything else when it felt like lava was flowing through your veins. “Let her go now,” Dean insisted, pulling out the Angel blade he always carried. The Demon just shrugged at the threat, tightening his hand until blood slipped from your lips and you cried out. “Damn it, leave her alone!”

The Demon, you couldn’t remember his name, shook his head. “You took everything from me. I had a great life. I was topside with my best friend. We could kill whatever we wanted. We took whatever meat suit looked good. It was perfect and then you had to come along and take her away.”

You could Dean was as confused as you were. You had taken out so many Demons that it was hard to remember a specific one. “See? You don’t even remember her! She was the one wearing the gym teacher’s outfit. Who had a habit of taking out annoying students.”

“Oh,” Dean finally remembered. “And you were the sheriff, covering it all up, weren’t you? But you got away before we could kill you.”

“Exactly. So I could wait and plan my revenge. Let you find out what it’s like to live without the one that matters to you most. And do you know what I find hilarious?”

“What?” Dean’s jaw was clenched tight, his knuckles white as he squeezed the angel blade.

“This is so fitting! Because I know today is your anniversary. And you were stupid enough to come on this hunt instead of lavishing attention on the one you love. If I had known my time was limited with Crocell, I would have spent every minute of it with her.”

“How did you know it was our anniversary?” Dean asked, his eyes glancing over at you, concern and guilt filling the green pools.

Agarus rolled his eyes. “It was an easy knucklehead. Even Demons can use the internet, and I do have my sources. So instead of spending the day showing Y/N how much you love her, now you get to say goodbye.”

Dean’s eyes widened, and he charged, raising the Angel blade high and slashing it down. But Agarus was too speedy and he slammed Dean into the wall, the blade slipping from his hand. Tears rolled down your cheek, your entire body in agony. “Y/N, I’m so sorry,” Dean whispered. “I should have listened to you.”

It took a moment for you to realize the pain was gone. The Demon’s hold on you had vanished as well, and you took a step forward when Argus grabbed your arm. He had Dean’s blade in his hand and with a gleeful chuckle, he slid it home between your ribs.

“No!” Dean screamed, struggling against the Demon’s hold, watching as blood blossomed on your borrowed flannel. The once gray and black flannel now had a deep red spot as you slid down to the ground.

“Let’s see how you handle this one,” Agarus laughed before his eyes went wide. Sam was standing behind him, his Demon blade buried deep in his side. His eyes flashed orange before Sam threw him off to the side.

“Y/N!” Dean exclaimed, falling to his knees beside you, his hand hovering over the gaping wound in your chest. Blood was quickly pooling around you, taking all of your strength with it. “Damn it, I should have listened to you.”

You tried reaching up for him, tried speaking to tell him that it was alright, you forgave him. The words refused to leave your lips as blood trickled down your chin before your head tilted to the side, leaving Dean in a tidal wave of agony and regret.

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[evansrogerskitten]

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Fireworks 

Dean x Reader 

Created for @spngenrebingo Square Filled: Cold Nights, and for BTZ Bingo Square Filled: Huddling for Warmth 

WC: 385. No Warnings. All images are found on We Heart it. Not betaed. 

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“Fireworks are gonna start soon.” Dean handed you a beer, the damp glass chilled in your hand. “C’mon sweetheart.” 

Dean strode to the front of his beloved car and offered you a hand, pulling you up onto the shiny hood beside him. 

“Cold,” you shivered. The night air was chilly for July in northern Washington, the scent of sulfur lingering in the air as nearby neighborhood kids set off bottle rockets and roman candles. 

“C’mere.” Dean wrapped his arm around your shoulders, tugging you close against him. You huddled as close as you could, sighing happily into his leather jacket. Shivers trembled through you occasionally until Dean took your beers and set them to the side, pulling you over his thigh and in between his legs. 

“Better?” He asked in your ear, his arms tight around your waist. You settled back against his chest and smiled as red, white, and blue bloomed in the sky. 

“Way better.” 

As the fireworks boomed above the Impala, you oowed and awwed at the sparkling colors, making Dean laugh. 

“You never saw fireworks before?” 

“I have,” you shrugged, smiling up at the stars. “They’re always just so pretty. Even if it is cold.” 

Dean hummed in agreement, tightening his hold on you just a little more. “When my brother and I were little, we used to go see the fireworks show in whatever small ass town we were in. Used to make him so happy.” 

You turned at your waist and met his eyes. “Did the fireworks ever make you happy?” 

Dean smirked and excitement looped in your stomach as swirls of gold stretched across the dark. The exploding lights playing across his handsome face. “I prefer to make my own fireworks.” 

You giggled as he kissed you softly. “Cheesy line.” 

“Well,” he shrugged, tilting his chin to the sky. “When else am I gonna get an amazing, gorgeous, funny, beautiful girl in my arms under fireworks on the fourth of July?”

“Yeah okay,” you laughed. You turned and moved to straddle him, leaning down as his back settled on the windshield. “Show me your fireworks then” 

The clamor of the show faded behind you as he kissed you deeply, the summer night’s cold no longer a problem with Dean Winchester there to keep you warm. 

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Happy Fourth!

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[alleiradayne]

WIP Tag!

The ever wonderful @peridottea91 tagged me to do this thing.

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Okay so... here's a thing:

That's my WIP folder. Not all of those sub folders have WIPs in them, so I'm just gonna list my wips from there:

Original Fiction

8 Days

The Black Dragon Chronicles

Not Your Coffee Shop AU

Dragon Age (in-verse)

Amallia Nameday Celebration Oneshot

Big Damn Heroes

Cullen's Corronation

Good News for People that Need It

Instead of Going to Bed

Raindrops on Eyelashes

Reflections in Glass

When Did I Last See Him?

Dragon Age (AUs)

Murder Mystery

New House

Supernatural

The Flight of Icarus

Anon Request for Sick!Sam

Nothin' But A Good Time

SPN Broment Bingo

SPN BTZ Bingo

SPN Heaven and Hell Bingo

Satan's Bed

What Might Have Been

Chatpers

SPN Sam Bingo

SPN Song Bingo

Session Notes and SPN MinnCon 2018 aren't really WIPs, they just needed a home when I was actively working on them, then I never found a new home for them.

And I'm not going to tag anyone because I'm lazy.

[breakthezone]

Break The Zone

What is it? 

In 2017, a group of writers came together looking to challenge themselves, push their limits; to break out of their comfort zone. Thus was born, Break The Zone, or BTZ. We decided it was time to make our own page where we can showcase the fantastic work created by this group. 

What do we do?

Our challenges vary, and are limited only by our creativity. There have been bingos, progressive challenges, collaborations, themed challenges, aesthetics, prompts. We’ve done a lot. 

We have some really creative stuff in store for the coming year, including adding new creators, and expanding past the Supernatural fandom into the MCU. 

If you happen to find this page, read and enjoy. Follow some great writers and share with your followers. The more the merrier!

With all our love,

BTZ

[idabbleincrazy]

What is btz bingo? I see people with cards for it, but can’t seem to find a blog behind it...

[just-another-busy-fangirl]

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[pinknerdpanda]

Goodnight, Cas

Word Count: 1,796

Characters: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Beta’d by @wheresthekillswitch & @hannahindie

A/N: Written for @spnfluffbingo and the #BTZ Bingo Challenge

Squares Filled: Bed Sharing (on both cards)

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Goodnight, Cas

A chime above the door tinkles softly as I enter. The gentle flickering of the fluorescent light overhead is a harsh contrast to the inky black night I’ve just stepped in from. The space is small and has a faint musty smell. Other than a short countertop and what looks to be the pathetic corpse of a once lush, green fern in the corner, the room is empty.

It has been a long trip and a longer day and I am exhausted. I sigh; patience is not what I would consider a personal strength. Just as I lift my hand to chime the bell on the counter, a tall, thin woman with unnaturally red hair appears from the doorway behind the counter.

“Oh, hello there!” she chimes, her tone much too cheery given the late hour. “What can I do for you?”

I open my mouth to respond, but am cut off by the sound of the door chime. I glance over my shoulder to find Castiel, his hands hanging loosely at his sides. He offers me a small smile and a slight nod and I turn back to the woman. Her eyes drift toward Cas and I watch as her pupils grow wide, her nose scrunching up as though she’s had a thought that is just out of reach.

I have gotten so accustomed to Cas’ slight otherworldliness over the years, that I forget how unsettling it can be at first. He looks almost completely human, his true form cloaked by his chosen vessel, but some things just can’t be hidden. His irises are so blue they practically glow and there’s a look in his eyes that makes him seem infinitely wise while at the same time in utter awe of everything he sees. And then there’s the way he stands so perfectly still that he looks as though he’s carved from marble.

I clear my throat, drawing her attention once more. Her cheeks match her hair and she blinks at me as if she’s coming out of a trance.

I smile. “We need a double room, please.”

She glances at Cas again before looking back at me and frowning. “Unfortunately, we only have a single queen room available. Will that work for you?”

I sigh. “I guess we’ll find another place. Thanks anyway.”

“A single will be just fine,” Cas replies, his voice gravelly. His tan trench coat brushes my shoulder as he moves to stand next to me.

I squint at him, puzzled. He ducks his head to whisper in my ear.

“You are exhausted and need rest. I don’t sleep, so a second bed would be superfluous anyway.”

The rasp in Castiel’s voice tickles my ear and sends shivers down my spine. I’m fairly certain he is unaware of the effect on me, but he can be hard to read. At any rate, I try my hardest to appear unaffected. “Ok then. We’ll take the single queen.”

The woman hesitates, shooting me a questioning look. I nod, smiling at her.

“Ok then. It will be $60 a night. Will that be cash or card?”

----

The water pressure needs a little work and the showerhead could be a good six to eight inches higher, but the water is hot and my muscles are singing, and right now that’s all I care about. I sigh, ducking my head to wet my hair, the water trailing down my face. Lather, rinse, repeat. Scrub, shave and the water begins to cool. Reluctantly I turn the knob, cutting the water and I shiver as I step out onto the thin terry cloth rug. I work quickly to dry off, dress, brush my teeth and twist my hair up in a towel.

Castiel is sitting in a faded orange chair next to the bed as I exit the bathroom. He looks up at me as I shuffle to the bed and plop down.

“Do you feel better?” He smiles.

I tug the towel from my head, wringing the excess water from my hair and tossing it aside. “So much better. Are you sure you’ll be okay not sleeping?”

Castiel smiles, reassuringly. “I am a celestial being, y/n; I don’t require sleep. I’ll keep watch as you rest, perhaps read one of the lore books Sam lent me.”

I yawn, weariness settling into my bones. “Ok. Thank you, Cas.” I pull the comforter and sheet back, sliding underneath and settling myself against the lumpy pillow. At this point, it could be a rock for all I care. Cas pulls the switch on the lamp and the room goes black. The last thing I see before drifting into unconsciousness, is the subtle glow of his eyes staring back at me from the darkness.

-----

I wake with a start, though I can’t say for sure why. It’s disappointing, really. For one, I was sleeping like a baby, but mostly I was having a particularly steamy dream about a certain trenchcoat clad angel. I sit up, yawning and blinking into the darkness. Grumbling, I climb out of the bed and make my way to the bathroom; I suppose I have my bladder to thank for the intrusion.

After washing my hands, I stumble back to the bed, still trying to get my bearings straight. The room is dark, and the bed isn’t mine. Where am I? I yawn again. Castiel’s face pops into my memory and my cheeks burn, the memory of the dream still fresh. And that’s when it hits me. Where’s Castiel?

I bolt upright again, a wave of uneasiness slamming into me. I glance around the room, my eyes having not yet fully adjusted to the darkness. There’s the faintest snore coming from the other side of the room. I slide off the bed, tiptoeing toward the sound.

Castiel is laying on the floor on his stomach, his tan coat balled up under his head. It’s all at once incredibly endearing and somewhat concerning. Angels don’t sleep. So what is my angel doing passed out on the dingy carpet of the hotel room?

I kneel down beside him, hesitating before I place a hand on his shoulder and shaking him gently. He stirs, sucking in a deep breath and looking up at me. The look on his face is enough to melt me into a puddle. There’s a fine, red line running down one cheek from a crease in his makeshift pillow. His eyes are heavy and bleary as he squints at me before glancing around, confused. His hair is normally a little bed-head-ish on a good day, but now it’s flat on one side, the other sticking up haphazardly. I want to lean forward and kiss the creases in his forehead, but I manage to stop myself. He yawns and sits up.

“Y/n?” His voice has reached new levels of raspiness and he clears his throat. “What happened?”

“I’m not sure,” I bite my lip. “I think you were sleeping.”

He frowns and it’s beyond adorable. Keep it together, y/n.

“I don’t understand. I’ve never slept before.”

I rock back on my heels, stifling a yawn of my own. “Could it have something to do with the God Squad clipping your wings?”

Cas drops his gaze to a spot on the floor, still frowning. “I suppose it’s possible. My powers have been limited for some time.”

“We’ve all been working long hours trying to track down Michael. Maybe it’s just catching up to you?”

Cas nods and I stand, offering my hand to help him up. He looks pointedly at my hand, his head tilted to one side.

“Come on, sleeping beauty,” I wiggle my fingers and he slowly raises his head to meet my gaze, confusion etched into his features.

“I’m unsure what you are asking of me and I fail to see what a Disney animated movie has to do with anything.”

“Oh Cas,” I sigh. “I am inviting you to share the bed with me. There’s plenty of room and if you’re going to sleep, you might as well be comfortable.”

I reach out, grabbing his hand and tugging it gently. He hesitates before standing, his eyes still locked on mine and his expression indicating that he’s still unsure.

“If it is weirding you out, we can make a wall of pillows between us,” I offer. I drop his hand, shifting my weight and looking at my feet.

“Why would I be,” he curls his fingers to emphasize the words, “‘weirded out’?”

“I don’t know, you’re looking at me funny, and you don’t seem that interested,” I pause, trying to keep the impending flood of anxious thoughts from tumbling from my lips. “If you want to share the bed, great. If not, that’s your choice. But I am going back to bed.”

His hand catches my arm as I turn to walk back toward the bed, stopping me. My gut reaction is to be irritated, but at the moment, embarrassment seems to be winning out. I am a brave, independent and strong woman; why is this making me so damn flustered?

“I appreciate your kindness and I apologize for making you feel insecure.” When I finally manage to look him in the eye, I find a sincere warmth there and it’s comforting. “I cannot think of anything I would enjoy more than falling asleep and waking up next to you.”

Though I can’t see it, I would bet money that the look on my face closely resembles the look he’d given me about 2 minutes earlier. He smiles, releasing his gentle grip on my arm and taking my hand in his.

He leads me to the bed, gesturing for me to settle in as he sits on the bed and begins untying one shoe then the next. He yawns, loosening his tie and tossing it on the nightstand. I can’t help but watch him as he stands, pulling his belt from the loops of his pants and setting it next to his tie. He pulls back the covers, sliding between the sheet and the duvet and settling back against the pillow. He turns his head to face me, a smile playing along his lips.

“What?” I frown.

“Nothing,” he muses, tucking one hand under his head. “This is just...so normal. It’s quite nice.”

Chuckling I lay back, staring at the ceiling.

“Night, Castiel.”

I feel a gentle tapping from under the blanket like he’s patting the bed. Seconds later his hand lands on mine and he slides our palms together, our fingers slotting perfectly. He sighs, his grip  on my hand firm and reassuring.

“Goodnight, y/n.” He yawns sleepily, squeezing my hand lightly. “Sweet dreams.”

Joke’s on him; this is better than any dream I’ve had. Well, so far anyway.

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SUMMARY: You’re ready to come out to the world, and what better place than at a rock concert during a fan convention for a little cult TV show you happen to star in.

CHARACTERS: No Romantic Pairings. Stars Reader (gender unspecified) and features SPN Cast and Family. 

WORD COUNT: 2259 

WARNINGS: Feels and fluff. 

AUTHOR NOTE: Written for For BTZ Bingo, Square Filled: Coming Out, For @spnfluffbingo2019​ Square Filled: Girl Power, For @spnsongchallengebingo​ Square Filled: Born This Way by Lady Gaga. 

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Glory of Love

Square(s) Filled: Free Space for Fluff, Vacation for BTZ

Warnings: teeth rotting fluff, mentions of making love, mentions of the death of loved ones (SEE TEETH ROTTING FLUFF - I PROMISE)

Summary: Dean and Y/N get a few days to themselves and Dean admits some things he has felt for a while now, but was too scared. 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 732

Written for: @spnfluffbingo2019, BTZ Bingo

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches, my heart and soul who said this: “Okay, I want to say something about every single sentence but it's just so eeee! I have no words, only squealy sounds” I love her. A + A 4ever

A/N: I’m such a whore for cheesy 80′s movie love songs. This song (and movie) were released before a good portion of my fanbase was even born, but it is sooooo 80′s and wonderful. I usually run everything by @alleiradayne first but didn’t let her read this one before posting. 

There aren’t many people in this world, living or dead, that I can say I have felt so deeply for. My parents, though one was taken from us too soon and the other was never up for father of the year, but I know he did the best he could. Bobby was more of a dad than dad ever was, and well, Ellen, I knew she loved us like her own. Charlie and Cas round it out. Sammy will always be at the top of that list and I knew I could never do this without him. I think back on all the women, but none of them can hold a candle to Y/N. Not even Lisa or Cassie. What I felt for them was real, but I always kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, and it did. 

But Y/N? Yeah, the other shoe drops all the time, on apocalyptic levels, that’s the life we lead. But she understands and she knows the risks and she’s here with me anyway. We’ve taken a few days for ourselves, holed up in Rufus’s old hunting cabin in Montana. There’s no big bad on the loose threatening our very existence. It’s quiet for once and we deserve a vacation. The fridge is stocked, the cooler is full and my heart is fuller than I’ve ever felt before. 

She’s sitting next to me on the rickety old swing on the front porch, watching the sun set slowly over the endless acres of evergreens. It’s clear to me now, as we’re both here, alive, healthy, and our relationship is thriving. There are so many things I want to say. I will always love you. I will never leave you alone. I think to myself, but I’m not sure if I can say the words. So I reach for her hand, entwining my fingers with hers. I see her glance down to where we are joined. She doesn’t say anything, just smiles and returns her attention to the setting sun, her head resting on my shoulder.  

Sometimes I just forget, say things I might regret and it breaks my heart to see you crying. I don’t want to lose you. I could never make it alone. I want to say these things to her. I want her to know that I am going to forget an anniversary, I’m going to forget some things. But I’ll never forget the day I met her. I’ll never forget the look on her face or how I felt the first time we kissed. I’ll never forget the overwhelming emotions I felt the first time we made love. I know I can be an ass sometimes. I can be overbearing and overprotective with her, even Sam. But it’s my job to look out for my family. She’s my family now. 

I will fight for her, I will fight for her honor. I want to be the hero she’s been dreaming of. She’s no damsel in distress and I’m no hero, but she makes me feel like I am. She makes me feel like I can do anything as long as she is by my side. Before my brain can register my lips moving, the words are flowing from my mouth and I turn to meet her eyes. 

“You keep me standing tall. You help me through it all. I’m always strong when you’re beside me. I have always needed you. I could never make it alone,” I whisper. It’s just me and her and the crickets. 

“And you’ll never have to. I’ll always be here to pick you up when you fall. I’ll be here to hold you when you need to let it all out. I’ll carry you when you need to rest. You’ll never have to burden the weight on your own,” she whispered back, squeezing my hand. 

“I will always love you,” I vowed, leaning in to kiss her. 

“I will never leave you alone,” she echoed, kissing me back. 

The thoughts will always be there, but I won’t always be able to say them and somehow she just knows. It’s not part of my rough and tumble hunter exterior, it’s how I was raised. I swear from this moment forward, she will never have to guess what I am feeling for her. And I know in return, I will bask in the glory of her love. 

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[iwantthedean]

Ma’lak

Summary: Dean helps someone close to him lock away her demons.  Pairing: Dean x Reader  Word Count: 3130 Warnings: Canon divergence, implied smut, mental health issues, exorcism, angst.  Square Filled: Late Night Call for @breakthezone Bingo (LOVE that I can tag now!) A/N: This was borne of a new thing I’m trying in trauma therapy. I hope you all can enjoy it, but please skip it if you think it might trigger you! This is a comfort for me, but I know it may not be that way for everyone. AKF/YANA. Huge thanks to @crispychrissy​ for making the ma’lak box GIF for me!! I appreciate it more than I can say!  A/N2: You may see this again much later in a saga I’ve had running for several years now; that wasn’t how I started out with this in my head, but it quickly turned into that. Just putting that out there ;) If you think you know, shoot me a DM!

“I have an idea. Can you come get me?”

Dean was up and out of the bed in record time. “On my way. Stay there.”

As he pushed his feet into his boots, Dean’s mind raced. It was after midnight; he had been deep in thought about a recent case and hadn’t even realized he dozed off until the phone rang. 

She had been on her own for months. Maybe even a year at this point? They talked at least once a month, but hadn’t seen each other since she left in the middle of the night — since Dean had let her go. Demons were dwelling within her and it took all of their strength and focus to keep them at bay. She had lashed out at all of them, more than once, and the last fight she and Dean had gotten into had almost come to blows; the thought of it made him sick to his stomach. 

He put those memories and the bunker in his rearview mirror. A stop at the gas station put coffee in his hands and kept him going for the next few hours. Well, the coffee, and a couple rounds of Metallica’s best hits. 

“Y/N?” he called after slamming the Impala’s door behind him. He walked carefully up to the isolated camper, catching that the door was slightly ajar. No lights were on and the place was deadly silent. He pulled the handgun from the back of his waistband and called for her again. 

Still no answer. Carefully and silently opening the door, he aimed at the driver’s end of the camper, then back towards the bedroom — and right at Y/N. 

“Fuck, Dean!” she hissed, pushing the gun away. 

He rolled his eyes and clicked the safety before placing the gun on the counter. “You always leave your damn door open at all hours, Y/N/N? Any psycho would waltz in here and —”

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Dean. Oh, and check your phone every once in a while. I texted you and told you I’d leave the door open and the hideaway made up so you could crash when you got here. You know, so you wouldn’t wake me up.”

With an exhausted, ironic chuckle, Dean held out an arm and stepped closer to her, but then immediately stepped back. “How are you with physical contact these days?”

“Ha. The last time I had physical contact was the last time you and I had physical contact. I keep to myself. Safer that way.”

Y/N flipped on a dim light over the sink and pulled a plastic cup from the small cupboard, filling it with water. She motioned the cup toward Dean after she emptied it, but he shook his head. She shrugged and left the cup upside down in the sink. She offered coffee; that he took her up on. 

As she moved about the camper, Dean now took notice of all the things the moonlight through the couple of windows hadn’t allowed him to see in the chaos of his entry. 

Her thin-strapped, cotton nightgown hung to her curves and conjured up memories of his hands running over her curves, his lips on her bare skin — was it possible for her skin to be softer now than it had been before? Her hair was longer and, maybe because he was tired, but Dean was having a hard time not carding his hands through it and tugging just enough to pull a whimper from her perfect lips. He had expected those demons swimming within her being to make her harsher, worn out, tired. Maybe she was all of those things, but it didn’t show when he looked at her. 

“Coffee’ll be ready in a few minutes.” She said, turning back to him from the small machine. “Dean? You okay?”

He nodded, clearing his throat. “Yeah, sorry. It’s just, you know — for hiding out for so long and keeping those demons maintained, you look — you look good, sweetheart.”

“You’re a sight for sore eyes yourself.” Y/N smirked and hopped up to the counter. She looked down at her hands as her expression grew somber; sorrowful. “I know that a lot of things have happened, that we said a lot of things. I said a lot of things. This whole thing has been … it’s driven me to be a person I never wanted to be or thought I would be. I didn’t think about the consequences before I did it, I only thought about keeping everyone else safe.”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, I guess me of all people, I can’t fault you for that.”

One end of her mouth tugged up. “Have you forgiven me for all the things I said to you? For how far I let it go before I left?”

He stepped up to the counter, gently pressing himself between her knees. He caressed her face with his rough hands — her skin was softer than he remembered — and pressed the ghost of a kiss to her forehead. 

“The only thing I’ll never be able to forgive is myself for letting you stay away for so long.”

Y/N’s head fell, as did her tears. Dean’s hands went to her shoulders, pulling her to him. The top of her head butted against his chest. His hands fell down her arms, his thumbs rubbing over her forearms; on her left arm, he felt the scar of The Mark, the thing that had pulled her out of life. Pushed her out. Whatever it was, she had been gone and he had missed her. 

Dean cupped her face again, forcing her to face him. Her eyes were red from the tears, but still the same color he had always been able to drown in. Even the quickest of looks from Y/N had commanded his heart to skip a beat, and he had missed that feeling, too. 

She sniffled. “I really missed you, Dean.”

“Missed you, sweetheart.”

The words were uttered against her lips, hanging in the air even as he pressed his lips to hers for the first time in too long a time. She whimpered, not the way he had imagined a couple of minutes ago, but in a way that told him she honestly had missed him as much as he had missed her. Maybe even more. The kiss quickly deepened under the pressure of the chemistry between them; the connection that had always been there. Y/N’s arms wrapped around his middle, holding tight and pulling herself against him as her tongue searched out his. 

The urge to touch her hair became a need Dean couldn’t ignore. His fingers slid into her hair at the root before his hands formed fists and he gave the slightest pull. Her whimper this time was exactly what he had wished to hear when he was imagining the scenario earlier. 

She gripped his jacket lapel again and used it to push him out of kissing reach. Her chest was heaving, one strap of her nightgown had fallen down one shoulder. Her eyes were wide, filled with both fear and lust. 

“What if I hurt you?” she whispered. 

“If this is how I die,” Dean replied, tucking his fingers under the strap and kissing the top her shoulder before replacing the strap, “then this is how I die.”

Y/N giggle and kissed his cheek. “Then take me back to bed, Dean. It’s been too long.”

Dean tossed off his jacket before lifting her from the counter. He kissed her soundly as he worked them toward her bed, thinking he couldn’t agree with her more. 

Their activities still allowed for a few hours of sleep before they were back on the road toward the bunker. Dean had pressed Y/N for what she had in mind, but she wouldn’t tell him. He didn’t like it, but memories of past arguments that had pushed her away stopped Dean from giving in to his tendency to push the issue. 

By the time they neared the bunker, the tension was radiating off Y/N like steam and smoke from an overheated engine. Dean pulled the Impala up to the front door and turned off the engine. 

“You ready to talk to me about this?” 

“Sam called me once since I’ve been gone. He was panicked.” She swallowed so hard, he could hear it. “When Michael was still possessing you, when you didn’t think you were going to be able to stop him, you went away for a while. To Donna’s cabin.”

Dean shook his head. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Is the box still here?”

“No. Jack’s soul was gone, we tried to put him in the box, Lucifer got to him. He blasted the box.”

She nodded. “But you could make another one? You know how.”

Dean drew in a breath and shook his head. “That box is not an option. All right? Me going into the ocean with Michael, that’s one thing. You spending eternity with these demons, with that Mark, is not.”

She licked her lips. “What if it was only the demons and the Mark? What if we could lock them away?”

“How’re we gonna do that?”

“Are you going to help me make the box?”

He met her eyes for the first time since the conversation had started. He pressed his lips into a thin line and reached for the door handle. 

“C’mon. Let’s get inside. Sammy’ll want to see you.”

Sam was just as perplexed as Dean as to what her plan was. Y/N was only sharing bits and pieces with them, promising that when the box was done and she was sure the plan could be executed, she would tell them more. 

Dean set to work right away. If there was something that was going to make this all go away, he wasn't going to be the one standing in the way of it. Y/N had promised him that if this worked, maybe they could put the whole thing behind them. She could come home and they could start new. He held on to that promise as he worked to complete the Ma’lak box. 

The assignment she had for Sam was less physically exhausting, but still exhausting nonetheless. As far as Sam could find, there was nothing that would allow the Mark or even solely its effects from someone to be locked away for all of eternity. 

“The Mark has to have a host.” Sam shrugged and pushed away the thick book in front fo him. “If there was an answer, Y/N/N, we would have found it when Dean had the thing. Before Amara, before — okay, well, a lot of things that you don’t need recounted.”

“Yeah, thanks for that. The difference, Sam, is that I didn’t take this. I — okay, you know how it happened, and I won’t recount that for you, either. Favor returned. My point is, if I didn’t ask for it, why do I have to keep it? Why couldn’t I force it out?”

Sam licked his lips. “I don’t think it works like that. And — and ‘force it out’? Listen, I want this to be over just as much as you and Dean do. I do. But I think you’re getting your hopes up about something that isn’t gonna work. I haven’t heard it from your mouth but I think I get where you’re going with this and I don’t think it’s gonna work. I don’t see how.”

Y/N looked around before taking the seat across from Sam and taking in a breath. She licked her lips and looked him in the eye. 

“You still feel the demon blood in your soul sometimes,” Y/N stated. “You have dark moments, especially moments of anger, when you want to pull from that power. You want that darkness to take root and grow. You want it to be a part of you still.”

Sam stood from the table. “Stop it.”

Y/N stood, too. “I live with that darkness, multiplied by numbers we don’t comprehend, every day, Sam, and I keep it at bay. I’m that strong — strong enough to command this darkness out of me.”

His shoulder’s rolled back before he turned to her. “But how?”

Y/N’s hand raised, palm up, level with her waist. She curled her fingers up, and Sam felt his soul squeeze. He could breath, his heart rate increased only a few beats, but he could feel the last effects of the demon blood leaving his soul, his veins, his muscles. His whole being. 

Black smoke started to appear between them, plumes shooting out in every directions. Sam’s brow furrowed, but Y/N’s face stayed calm and stoic. When he could feel no lingering drops in his system, Y/N still held the dark, polluted smoke between them, but pulled it closer to herself, until the smoke had disappeared into her body in much the same spot as it had been pulled from Sam’s body. 

His jaw dropped. “How did you do that?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know. One I day, I was in town to get groceries. There was a dark streak in this little boy and I thought about everything we’ve all been through, and I wished that I could take it away. I saw him again in the parking lot, and I had the thought again and that streak started to draw out of him, like I did with you. I’ve been working with it, strengthening the ability. I can take in small darknesses, like that one from that little boy, and pull it out later. But I’ve been letting them back out into the open. My own demons, the Darkness locked within The Mark? I can’t let those out into the open.”

“That’s why you need the box,” Sam surmised, “to lock them away.”

“I don’t know how else to do this,” she returned. “I can’t keep living like this. I finally had a family, and this bullshit took it away from me. I’m not going to take that laying down.”

Sam drew in a deep breath and gave a single nod. “Okay. Well, the lore isn’t going to help us. What else can I do?”

Y/N licked her lips. “If things go south — if I’m wrong about this — don’t let Dean came after me. Whether I’m alive or dead, you’ve got to keep him from coming after me. I don’t want him to come after me. No deals, no spells, nothing. This is my only option and if it doesn’t work …”

Sam stepped slowly towards her, remembering that sudden movements could sometimes trigger her. He reached his arms out, and Y/N accepted the hug he was offering. 

Dean ran his hand over a warding on the box, brushing away some dust. He licked his lips and stood back. 

“All right. I made the box. Now what?”

Y/N exchanged a glance with Sam, who gave her an encouraging nod. She told Dean about the little boy, about the dark pieces she had been pulling from people, and then from herself. 

He raised his brow. “So, you want to exorcise yourself?”

“Essentially, yes,” Y/N answered quietly. “I know that it sounds crazy. I know that but if this is even potentially an option, I have to try it. If I don’t try this, or hell, if it doesn’t work, I don’t know how much longer … I just have to try.”

Dean’s eyes glassed over as he considered the part of the sentence she had left unsaid. “So, if this works, we get you back?”

Y/N shrugged. “As far as I can tell. I’ll be back to being me, anyway, and if you want me back, I’ll come back.”

“If,” Dean snorted. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

“I need you to open the box. And to close it when I tell you.”

Sam nodded. “We can do that.”

“Okay.” 

Latin words dribbled from her lips in the form of a whisper as she placed her hands on the front of her ribcage, fingers sprawled. She closed her eyes as she continued to say the words. 

When the words stopped, Y/N opened her eyes and set her jaw. She moved her hands slowly forward, pulled plumes of black smoke from her body. Agonized screams and angry growling accompanied the smoking, growing louder the further her hands moved out in front of her. The brothers could see her struggling to stay with it, but neither of them moved for fear of hindering the process. 

She gasped in relief when the last plume joined with the others and she pushed the thick, black smoke into the Ma’lak box. The screams grew louder; Sam covered his hands with his ears to ward away the screeching. Dean stood firm at the lid of the box though, waiting for Y/N’s signal. 

“Now!” 

Dean let the lid slam shut before he quickly latched the locks. As soon as the box was secure, he turned to Y/N where she was on her knees on the floor. 

“Hey, c’mon, you’re all right,” he encouraged, pulling her into an embrace. “Y/N, look at me. Tell me what’s going on.”

She leaned into his shoulder. “They’re gone. They’re all gone.”

Dean took her left arm and checked; the Mark was still there. “Y/N …”

“I know,” she answered, pulling her arm away from his grip, “but The Darkness is not in here. If that box is opened, she’ll come back. In the meantime, it’s like — it’s like an abandoned house. As far as I can tell.”

Dean’s head fell back in relief as Y/N continued to lean on him while she regained her strength. Sam went for a glass of water, which seemed to help. 

“So where do we drop the box?” Sam asked. 

Y/N shook her head. “I don’t want to know. If I feel the pull, I don’t want to know where to go looking. You take it, make sure it’s secure, and drop it somewhere I won’t think to look.”

Sam and Dean both agreed, but they weren’t about to take the box anywhere until they knew for sure she was good. A quick call to Donna and Jody had the two sheriffs making plans to come get the box soon and drop it somewhere none of the three of them would know to look. 

Dean picked Y/N up off the ground, kissing her temple before pressing his cheek to hers. He knew that she might be able to walk by now, but, after everything they had been through, he needed to take care of her for a while, for his own sake if not for hers. 

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[katymacsupernatural]

Here For You

Sam Winchester x Reader

1200 Words

Written For BTZ Bingo, @spnfluffbingo, @spngenrebingo

Squares Filled: Hair brushing/braiding (BTZ) sleepovers(Genre) Free Space (Fluff)

Warnings: None

You were miserable. That’s all there was to it. You hadn’t felt this bad, even when the werewolf had slashed open your arm. Or when that ghoul had started draining your blood. None of that compared to the agony your body was feeling.

Your ears were plugged, your head felt as if it was stuffed full of cotton. Your entire body ached, and even with three blankets on top of you, you were cold. A trashcan was already full fo tissues, the end of your nose raw and red.

“Y/N, did you want to…,” Sam’s voice rumbled as he opened your door. “Are you feeling okay?”

“No,” you grumbled. Even one word was too much for your sore throat. Snuggling deeper under the blankets, you wished sleep would just come and take you away.

Sam came over to your bed, resting his hand on your forehead. “Y/N, you’re burning up. How long have you been like this?”

His hand felt nice against your skin and you leaned into the contact. “Since last night.”

Sighing he pulled the blankets better around you, glancing over at your empty nightstand. “Have you taken anything for it?”

Shaking your head, you groaned as it set off a whole new series of aches. Running a hand through his hair, he lightly squeezed your hand. “I’ll be back. Try to get some sleep.”

It was almost an hour later when he reappeared. You had managed to get a moment or two of sleep, but not enough for your body to start recuperating. He came quietly into your room, setting the plastic bag down on your nightstand. “I wasn’t sure what you would need, so I got a little bit of everything.”

Reaching into the bag, he pulled out different bottles of medicine, plus tissues, cough drops, and Gatorade. Helping you to sit up, he poured the liquid medicine for you, and you gladly accepted it, hoping it would finally make you feel a little bit better.

Sam stood awkwardly by your side for a moment, his hands in his pockets as he tried to decide what to do. “Do you…, I guess just call me if you need anything.”

Turning to leave, your pitiful, hoarse cry stopped him. “Stay. Please.”

“But Y/N, you need to sleep. To recuperate and I don’t want to get in the way of that,” he argued, but you reached out, trying to grasp his hand. “Fine, but only until you fall asleep.”

You could feel the medicine already starting to take away some of your aches and pains, but you still felt horrible. Sam sat down on the other side of your bed, and you rolled over, leaning into his touch. “I hate seeing you like this,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. You were surprised at his words, after all, you were really only friends. Close friends who killed monsters, but still.

Chalking his words up to your fever brain, you snuggled deeper into his warm flannel covered chest, closing your eyes. Sam’s arm was wrapped around you, brushing the hair back from your face. With the soothing rhythm of his touch, you finally felt yourself drifting off to sleep.

Your room was dark when you finally woke back. You were laying on your side, curled under a mountain of blankets. Your head was no longer aching, and you could move without aching. “Sam?” you called out, wondering if he had stayed with you the whole time.

But you were alone, which disappointed you. Feeling grimy, you moved to slide off the bed, your legs like jello. Almost falling to the floor just as your door opened and Sam stepped inside. “Woah, what are you doing out of bed?”

“I feel disgusting,” you muttered, your throat still sore, your voice hardly even there.

He reached down, easily picking you up in his arms. “You’re sick. You’re supposed to feel grimy, but you should stay in bed. I don’t want a relapse.”

“I want to at least wash my face and brush my hair,” you argued before a coughing fit racked your body. “And brush my teeth.”

Sighing, Sam carried you down the hallway to the large bathroom. You didn’t visit it very often, preferring the small one off the side of your room. But it was large, with multiple shower heads and a large mirror. Sitting you down on one of the chairs, Sam pushed it close to the large sink. Taking a washcloth in his large, callused hand, he rubbed it full of soapy, warm water. Crouching down, he carefully washed your face, his touch surprisingly gentle for a hunter.

As he went to place the washcloth back, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your face was pale, your lips chapped and your nose red. Your hair almost stood on end, so many knots that you were scared to brush it.

“I look horrible,” you muttered, your throat aching with every word.

“You look sick. There is a difference,” Sam argued.

You shook your head, disagreeing with him. Sure, you looked sick with the dark circles under your eyes and the pale skin. But you could also look horrible with your hair looking more like a bird’s nest.

“If I brush your hair will it make you feel better?” He gave in to your pleading look. He left the bathroom but was only gone for a couple of minutes. Returning with your brush, he came up behind you. “Let me know if I pull too hard.”

His touch was gentle, and you hardly felt the brush as he slid it through your hair. Still wishing you could have gotten a shower, you leaned back. “Your hair is so beautiful,” he whispered, his free hand following the brush as he worked through the tangles. “I’ve always been worried you were going to cut it because of our job.”

“Thank goodness no monster has ever really grabbed a hold of it,” you managed to get out. “But I have thought of cutting it.”

“Don’t,” he insisted. “Leave it in a ponytail. Braids, anything. It’s just beautiful.”

Closing your eyes, you let him continue, not even noticing when he put the brush down and began braiding your hair. “Let’s get you back to bed,” he said softly about five minutes later. Moving to stand up, Sam quickly picked you up once again, carrying you down the hallway. Somehow while he had been gone your room had been tidied, new medicine ready for you to take on the nightstand.

“I made Dean help,” Sam explained. “He says get feeling better soon otherwise he’s going to the cafe by himself.”

“But I love their milkshakes,” you mumbled, taking the medicine and downing it without a complaint. Letting Sam pull the covers up, you immediately reached for him. Smiling softly, he sat back down on the other side of the bed. “Stay. Please.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he assured you, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Ever.”

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[evansrogerskitten]

Wow! Thank you!

I’m so honored! I’ll be hosting a celebration very soon! I’m also participating in Kink, Fluff, and BTZ Bingos so lots of fics to enjoy soon!

Thanks for being here!

[alleiradayne]

Hey, I love your writing and I was wondering if you could tag me in anything Sam-related. :)

Absolutely! Thank you for the ask!

I've got a metric shit-ton of Sam pieces coming up for Fluff bingo and BTZ bingo. I'm trying to finish all the pieces before I start posting in late October/early November, but we'll see how that goes.

[ao3feed-wayward]

Break the Zone Bingo

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2J4Zpgj

by justanotherbusyfangirl

Here is my card for the BTZ Bingo. Stories will be linked as they're posted. Let me know if you have any requests! :)

Words: 12, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Bingo Card Masterlists

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2J4Zpgj

[just-another-busy-fangirl]

From 2018 to 2019

Hey Friends!

Since I’ve done this type of post the past two years, I figured I may as well continue.

I’ve accomplished a lot this year.  Looking back at last year’s post, I was successful in all but one of my SPN/writing/creating related goals (I was totally unsure about the writing an original novel concept, so I’m not terribly disappointed that didn’t happen...)!  Yay!

I was also successful in my one personal resolution (Quit my job and find a new one that makes me less stressed and more happy, with more time for hubby!), which has made me an all-around happier person.  Woot!

So, here are my goals for this coming year...

2019 Resolutions

Create and post original content 3+ days a week.

Run at least one 100-day series.

Black out 5+ bingo cards.

Keep up with @spnfamilybirthdays, BTZ Challenges, and Bi-Weekly Fic Recs.

Go to another SPNCon.  (SPN Dallas!)

Write a long, multi-chapter series (20+ chapters).

Personal Resolution:

Buy a house and grow my music studio to an established and sustainable number, while continuing to have time for my family.

What are some of your accomplishments from last year, and resolutions for next year?  I can’t wait to see what 2019 holds for all of us!

xoxo-LK