#SPN Weekly Writing Challenge

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Weekly Pond Newsletter

I've been under a rock this week, dealing with house stuff, so I have no idea what's going on in the world. Instead of my usual somewhat relevant remarks that aren't as funny as I think they are, have this encouraging gif of Misha.

Old Business:

Fishing For Treasures - We are in the middle of May's FFT celebration, and the theme is Pairings (especially rare pairs). Scroll our blog to find some new fics featuring your favorite characters!

LGBTQ Writing Challenge - Thanks to Admin Marie, we have our next writing challenge up and running! This time, it's in honor of Pride month, and we're working together with the @fanficocean! This means, you guessed it, we expect someone to do a crossover fic! We're so excited! Click here to read all about it!

April's Angel Fish Awards - Admin Michelle finally got the post done, and the raffle winner's name picked out! Click here for some awesome fic recs, and congrats to @heavenssexiestangel for winning the raffle!

#FlashFicFriday prompts - Here are your #FlashFicFriday prompts for this week! Ooo, what if, instead of actual Adam, it's the ghoul pretending to be Adam with the leviathan pretending to be Dean? What would that conversation be like? Let us know what you think!

New Business:

SPN Rewatch: FanFic Edition - Next weekend, on Saturday at 5pm EDT, we will be discussing the next two episodes in our rewatch chat: 4.17 It's a Terrible Life and 4.18 The Monster at the End of This Book. Come join us to talk about character meta, fan fiction gaps, plot holes, and so much more!! Want to know more about what we talk about, and see notes from previous chats? Check out The Archive!

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[kvothes]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @pitzer thank you so much!! answers below the cut <3

how many works do you have on ao3? thirty-eight!

what's your total ao3 word count? 403,695

what fandoms do you write for? les mis, IT, and supernatural most significantly. a few scattered others. might try to break into star trek soon

top five fics by kudos: without a mouth i can swear your name (six of crows); witchboy (les mis); even if they could (les mis); visions of gideon (locked tomb); don't break character (IT)

do you respond to comments? i try to! sometimes i fail. but i do read and cherish every single damn one. i've been making an effort to with my latest spn fic bc the weekly format made it feel really special

what is the fic your wrote with the angstiest ending? i don't tend to write angsty endings! but maybe R + E, which leans into the separation and forgetting inherent to stephen king's IT

what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? right now i want to say the most recent spn one, between the essence / and the descent. maybe some of the others are happier, idk. but i really wanted the characters in this one to get their happy ending

do you get hate on fics? fortunately i never have

do you write smut? as of very recently, yes. i did it once for an anonymous challenge and now for the first time with my name on it in essence / descent

craziest crossover? i don't write them that often. maybe this gideon the ninth / price of salt au, which was just a silly little thing i did for christmas one year

have you ever had a fic stolen? REAL ONES REMEMBER THE TIME WITCHBOY WAS PLAGIARIZED BY A LITERAL ACTUAL PUBLISHED AUTHOR IN REAL LIFE

have you ever had a fic translated? i have! i've been translated into russian, spanish, and ukrainian. i think there's a french one in the works

have you ever co-written a fic before? nothing that ever made it to publication. i was co-writing a les mis thing once but i backed out, wasn't certain of the idea we were working with

all-time favorite ship? i've spilled a lot of ink for exr

what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? SEVERAL. but most of them i do hope i'll finish someday! the one that probably haunts me the most is the sequel to my first ever IT fic katabasis

what are your writing strengths? poetic prose, fun dialogue

what are your writing weaknesses? plot!!!!!!!!!!!!

thoughts on dialogue in another language? it's very easy for it to be clumsy so i tend to avoid it myself

favorite fic you've written? right now it just has to be essence / descent. recency bias, i know i know, but i'm so proud of it and posting it was so so fun

tagging: @bloodydeanwinchester @charactershoesfic @carpettmuncher @lesamis if y'all want to <3

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Artist Name: @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

Author Name: @celestialstarlight27

Fic Title: Blackout Curtains

Summary:

John Winchester died last year, torn to shreds by a werewolf. Dean killed the monster and dropped out of high school, taking Sammy on the run. Since then, Dean’s had weekly nightmares of being chased by monsters until a black-haired boy in a trench coat emerges from the shadows and protects him.

After Sam gets injured fighting off a nest of vamps, he and Dean hole up in a motel for a few days. Dean notices someone watching them – someone who looks strikingly similar to the boy in his dreams. He confronts the boy, Castiel, who tells them Dean’s nightmares are turning lethal.

Sam is ecstatic to have a new friend, one who’s an angel no less, but Dean doesn’t trust Cas, no matter what he says. Cas challenges his superiors and risks everything for the brothers, forcing Dean to rethink the person he’s told himself he is and the life he’s carved for him and Sam, as well as the future he might have with Cas.

[heavenssexiestangel]

SPN PRO-SHIP DRABBLE CHALLENGE: Lies & Truth

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Rating: General

Characters: Alastair, Dean Winchester

Word count: 200

Written for: @spnproshipbang Weekly Drabble Challenge

Prompt: "You're a liar."

Tags and Warnings: Double Drabble, Dean Winchester in Hell, Alastair/Dean if you squint

Summary:

Dean is on Alastair's rack. He can't believe it, but perhaps not everything the demon says is a lie.

Beta: @red-handed-tamarin thank you so much!!!

Notes: Yes, I am late on everything. My life is being very difficult and busy at the moment, and writing and art come when they come, tbh. No SPN works are abandoned, I have a billion wips, I am trying to find a job and make friends in a foreign land, and I am stressedTM. But I still feel this was the right choice for me, and I will persevere.

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Pretty Girl

Summary (requests summarized): The reader has depression & anxiety and she tries to hide it from there guys but Dean finds her during a break down and helps her through it...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,600ish

Warnings: language, angst, depression, anxiety, sweet Dean

A/N: Also written for @supernatural-jackles Weekly Writing challenge, week 3...

“Hey,” said Dean, walking straight into your room without knocking. He plopped down on your bed, rolling onto his stomach. “Sammy’s staying with Jody tonight. Want to go do something?”

You shook your head, giving him a smile. He shrugged and hopped up.

“Alright. I’m going out for a few. Call me if you change your mind,” he said. The bunker grew quiet after a few minutes and you curled up on top of your bed in a tight ball.

Sure, you would have liked to have gone out with Dean. Dean was good like that, made you want to go out and face the world some days. Not that he knew it.

Hunters were tough. They were hard. But the Winchester boys had turned out to be a little softer than you were expecting and you were all the more happy for it. Hunting partners were nice to have, nice to talk to and take time off with.

It was nice to have friends that understood you. 

Mostly.

Tonight you wanted to stay home and have quiet. Something had been bubbling under your skin all day. It was probably good that Dean wasn’t home, you wouldn’t have to worry about him seeing.

Days like today we’re almost worse than bad ones. A bad day at least gave you a reason to feel crappy. This was just your head bringing you down for no good reason.

“Hey,” said Dean. You nearly jumped off the bed, Dean leaning against your doorframe. “I had a feeling something was going on.”

“Dean, I’m tired is all. You should go out and enjoy your drink, go have fun with some girl,” you said softly.

“You look two seconds away from crying and I got a girl I can have a whole lot of fun with right here. As soon as she tells me what’s wrong that is,” he said gently. You rolled your eyes and slumped back on the bed, pulling your blanket over yourself. The other side dipped and you felt Dean shift closer to you. He didn’t try to steal your blanket away though and let you stay hidden away.

For some reason his lack of pushing is what made the bubbling feeling finally pop.

“You’re okay,” shushed Dean quietly, rubbing his hand up and down your back as you let it out. You weren’t feeling any better though, horribly embarrassed to be crying like that in front of Dean of all people.

He never left though, he stayed right there with you until you moved your covers down.

“Okay,” he said, rubbing his hand over your head. “You’re okay. Just breathe, okay?”

“No, I’m not,” you breathed out.

“Then let’s get you there,” he said. You turned your head back, Dean looking down with nothing more than concern and softness you were sure you didn’t deserve. “I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Everything,” you said.

“Everything sounds like a lot to handle at once,” he said. You rolled onto your side and tucked your head against his leg, Dean moving your hair out of your face. “What’s the hardest thing?”

“I don’t ever want to get out of this bed,” you mumbled. “I want to disappear so I don’t bother anyone.”

“Oh,” said Dean. “Promise me something?”

“What?”

“Don’t disappear on me cause that would totally bother me and then I wouldn’t have you here to help me feel better,” he said. You risked a glance up. Dean smiled and wrapped his arms around you.

“I promise,” you said quietly.

“Thank you,” he said, nuzzling the top of your head.

You were quiet for a long time, Dean never saying a word or prompting you for more. He simply stayed with you until you felt yourself start to drift off.

You woke up warmer than usual. Blinking open your eyes and rubbing the sleep from them, you found Dean was passed out in bed next to you, his one arm still holding you close. You weren’t entirely sure why but the smell of him hit you first. It wasn’t as if you’d never slept in the motel room, not more than a few feet apart.

He smelled sweet, surprisingly pleasant in the heated air. You cocked your head. You’d turned the heat down before you crawled onto the bed last night. But the room was comfortable and you figured Dean had somehow slipped out of bed or gotten Sam to adjust it while you were sleeping.

“Morning, beautiful,” said Dean quietly, a soft and gentle smile on his pink lips. You ducked your head down, Dean inhaling deeply, his breath ghosting over your face when he released it. “Not feeling any better? Or are you embarrassed which is completely ridiculous if you are.”

“Why shouldn’t I be,” you mumbled.

“When you get hurt or sick, we give you medicine, patch you up with a bandage, right?” he asked. You hummed, Dean still smiling as he moved some hair from your face. “Do you get embarrassed about that?”

“I...no, I guess not,” you said.

“Well this is just another part of you that’s not feeling so hot right now so there’s no reason you should be embarrassed, sweetheart,” he said.

“You don’t understand,” you said.

“Then help me to,” he said.

“My head is screwed up,” you said. “Don’t say it isn’t because I damn well know it is.”

“How do you know that’s not another little lie your head is telling you to make you feel bad?” he said. You stared at him, opening your mouth. “You aren’t screwed up. You’ve never been screwed up.”

“Then why do I feel like this? Get like this?”

“Same reason Sam gets gassy when he eats too much protein. It’s how your body was built. Unfortunately, I think we got to work a little harder on the whole caring about ourselves things which sucks but I really want you to do this with me,” he said. “If you were as nice to yourself as you are to everyone else, you might even start to like yourself again.”

“Fuck,” you said, running your hands over your face. “Did I-”

“Talk in your sleep? Nah. Lucky guess,” he said lightly. He traced a finger over your cheek and under your eye, over to your nose where he gave it a soft squeeze with his palm. “Boop.”

“Dean,” you said, Dean doing it again.

“Boop,” he said. You shook your head but felt a barely there smile on your face. “Breakfast?”

“I still don’t know if I can get out of bed,” you said.

“Breakfast in bed?” he asked. “I’ll be right back.”

“Dean…” you said, stopping him halfway out of the room. “Let me help.”

“Come on,” he said, walking over to you, urging you to climb on for a piggyback ride. “You supervise. I’ll do the leg work.”

Two Months Later

At some point after that bad night and morning, Dean admitted a secret of his own to you. He had a crush on you, for quite a while actually. You nearly laughed when he told you but he was so genuine and there was a nervousness under the surface when he’d spoken. You still weren’t entirely sure why he liked you of all people but he said maybe in time you would, you were still learning to be better to yourself after all.

That’s what he liked to call it. Being better to yourself. You’d always been hard on yourself and it was part of who you were but Dean had a point. What if you treated yourself the way you treated others?

At least one day a week you really tried to get in that mindset, to be as kind and forgiving as you would have been even a stranger. Somehow it was working. Little victories Dean said.

Which is possibly why you were so disappointed in yourself. You didn’t go out with Dean that night. You’d wanted to stay home and finish your book which he was completely okay with.

But the moment you were done, you wished you had gone, could show him you weren’t just this sad mope of a homebody.

“Pretty girl,” said Dean a few hours later. You sat up in bed, Dean tilting his head at you. “Doing okay?”

“Not really,” you said with a shrug.

“Had a feeling when you didn’t answer my texts,” he said, pulling off his jacket and boots.

“I want to do fun things with you,” you said. Dean lifted his head up and smiled. “I want you to not see me as just the girl to fix.”

“I’ve never seen you as the girl to fix,” he said. You bit your bottom lip, Dean giving you a cute little head tilt. “Besides, bars ain’t all that fun. You want to watch a movie instead? I can order some late night grub?”

“Okay,” you said, hopping out of bed, walking over and giving him a hug.

“What’s that for?” he asked.

“Nothing. Thanks for not thinking there’s something wrong with me,” you said. He smiled, kissing you slowly until a smile formed on your own face. “I know, I know. Still learning.”

“That’s my girl.”

[squirrel-moose-winchester]

Boyfriend and Girlfriend Ch. 10

Title: Boyfriend and Girlfriend Ch. 10

Pairing: High School!Sam x High School!Reader AU

Word Count: 2950

Chapter Summary: Sam and Y/N are sexually frustrated and Jody wants to meet Dean.

Chapter Warnings: Rub and Grinds, Fluff, Crack, Brotherly Love, Dean’s Secret, Moms being moms, and that’s it.

Disclaimer: Not my gif.

A/N: Hello one and all! This is my entry for @supernatural-jackles‘ SPN Weekly Writing Challenge, Week 12! This weeks prompts were: 1) “We probably shouldn’t be doing this,” and 2) “Delete that immediately.” They will be in bold. I think this is kind of an interesting chapter. I hope you guys like it!! x

“We probably shouldn’t be doing this,” you huffed breathlessly from under Sam’s much larger figure, his hips grinding between your legs and lips kissing and nipping anywhere and everywhere.

“You’re probably right…” he replied, voice muffled against your heated skin.

“We should probably stop,” you added, your legs only wrapping themselves around his waist and pulling him closer. Sam groaned at the added pressure, any coherent thought disappearing from his thoughts.

“We probably should…. But I don’t think I can,” he groaned, grinding the bulge in his pants over your covered heat, eliciting a high pitched moan from you. “You sound too good to stop. Feel even better too,” he complimented, repeating the motion and receiving the same reaction. “I’m so hard…”

“God, I can feel you…” you panted, “…so big…”

Sam collided his lips with yours in a hungry kiss, all open-mouthed, teeth, and tongue. You had never needed someone as much as you needed him. You felt his large rough warm hand wander under your shirt, the roughness of them brushing against your smooth skin felt like fire. A needy flame spreading throughout your entire body. You gasped when his hands clutched at the flesh of your waist. It sent shocks to your core. His hands were huge. Just imagining his large hands feeling you up made your pussy throb and drool. You wanted him so bad.

“God, Y/N, please… if you think this is a bad idea, then tell me to stop right now. If you don’t, I don’t think I’ll be able to resist you later. I’ve been wanting this – needing this – ever since you suggested it a couple weeks ago.”

Sam’s confession made your heart soar. You felt the same way, but never had the nerve to say it out loud. You wanted him just as bad as he wanted you. Thoughts of what it might feel like, be like, danced around your head constantly. You had almost bombed your last math quiz because you were too distracted.

“I don’t want to stop,” you confessed, moaning louder.

“Shh. You need to keep quiet,” Sam grunted, trying his best to control his volume. “Don’t want to wake Jack.”

You and Sam were currently babysitting Jack while him mom, Kelly, went out on a date. Dean would have done it if he didn’t have to work late at the shop. You and Sam were hoping that this was going to be your chance to finally finish what you tried to start weeks ago, but then Kelly came over with a favor. She had been nothing but nice to the you and has always been there for the Winchesters when they first moved into the trailer park. She was practically their sister and Jack was like their nephews, so neither of you could say no.

Jack was finally asleep at nine thirty, and things got a little heated on the couch where Sam was currently driving you crazy and vice versa.

Sam’s mouth started moving south, while his hand raised up your shirt, exposing smooth soft flesh. You watched as he licked his lips, trailing his tongue down your torso. You gasped at the feeling, warm and cold against your flesh. Sam’s eyes flickered upwards, catching yours. You watched each other as Sam began to work on the button of your shorts when suddenly, the jingle of keys was heard on the other side of the door.

In a flash, you and Sam parted. You fixed your hair and clothes before reaching over and grabbing a magazine from the coffee table while Sam picked up your camera, pretending to be looking through all the photos you’ve taken of Jack.

The door swung open and in came Kelly wearing a wide smile, despite how exhausted she really looked. “Hey,” she greeted, “how did it go? Was Jack giving you any problems?”

“N-not at all. He was great,” Sam lied through his grin. Jack had been a monster! He wouldn’t listen, always wanting to play monster hunter. How Dean managed to babysit the kid was a mystery. Jack has so much energy, and Dean didn’t seem like the type who ran around pretending to kill invisible monsters and zombies.

“That’s great. Jack is infatuated with Dean, so when I told him Dean wasn’t going to be babysitting, he got really upset. I was worried he’d be a handful.”

“He just has a lot of energy and one heck of an imagination,” you admitted, giggling, Kelly following along.

“Tell me about it. He talks all the time about some game Dean made up or going on about a new toy he and Dean built together. It’s adorable, but it does get exhausting. I usually just let him tire himself out before putting him to bed.”

“Yeah, Dean is a closet geek,” Sam laughed. You pondered a little on what Sam said, and he was right. Dean was a closet geek… and closet rom-com girl… or boy.

“So what were you guys up to before I got home?” Kelly asked, a glint in her eyes as she looked at you to Sam, her eyes scanning the objects in your hands.

Oh god, she knows…

“Uh… just chatting…” Sam tried.

Kelly laughed. “It’s okay. I was a teenager once too.”

Both yours and Sam’s face heated up with matching crimson tints on your cheeks. “Uh, we promise nothing happened,” you assured, your eyes pleading her to believe you since you were telling the truth.

“Don’t worry, I believe you. Anyways, thank you guys so much for watching Jack. I really appreciated it. But I don’t think I’ll be going out on any more dates any time soon,” she breathed.

“That bad, huh?” Sam inquired.

“You have no idea,” she sighed, leaning her shoulder against the wall. “The man was so full of himself. I would have left sooner if he just allowed me a second to speak!”

“Wow…” was all you could say.

Now more than ever did you hope you and Sam stayed together for the rest of your lives. You wouldn’t want to have to go on dates with random guys, but then again, you’d rather be forever alone than go on dates and meet weird strangers. You’re more of the, get to know someone as friends first before dating a person. You felt that was the best way to really get to know someone for who they really were, rather than jumping the gun. Sam was the only exception. You weren’t exactly friends before everything started, but you knew enough about the kind of person he was. You’ve known since the two of you were little kids.

By the time you and Sam walked back to his place, Dean was already home. The lights were on and through the door, you could hear the faint sound of AC/DC playing in the background. Right as Sam grabbed the doorknob, it started to pour.

You squealed when the first few droplets hit your face and shoulders. Sam pushed the door open and the both of you stumbled in, startling Dean who was making a sandwich, lettuce flying in the air.

“Son of a bitch!” He shouted. “What the hell? Couldn’t walk in like normal people?”

“Sorry, Dean,” you giggled, “it started to rain.”

The older Winchester rolled his eyes, picking up the stray lettuce on the counter before placing it on his sandwich. You walked over to him, Sam at your side, as he took a bite. You took a seat on one of the stools smiling up at him. Your eyes met for less than a second, that being more than enough of communication before he offered you his food. While he was still holding it, you took a bite, moaning in bliss. There was no denying that Dean was an amazing cook, even if it was just stacking things between bread.

“Can I have a bite?” Sam asked.

“Dude, make your own,” Dean grumbled. Sam gave him a bitch face. “Seriously? You let Y/N eat your food but won’t let me have one bite or even just one fry?”

“Yeah,” Dean answered like it was simple to understand. “She’s cute and you’re… that!” Dean motioned his free hand to trace Sam’s figure.

“Dude. I’m your brother!” Sam retorted.

“Exactly. You’re my brother! So you can make your own sandwich.”

“Jerk,” Sam hissed.

“Bitch,” Dean replied before taking another large bite.

You were enjoying the brother’s usual banter when your phone started going off. It was your mom. You excused yourself from the two men, before walking into Sam’s room for some privacy.

“Hey mom,” you chirped.

“Hey sweetie, just checking in on you. It’s raining pretty hard, and as much as I trust Sam and his brother, it would put a mother’s mind at ease if you were home safe.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Okay, I’ll have Dean drop me off.”

“Oh, perfect. Tell him to come in for some coffee, I’d actually like to meet this brother of Sam’s.”

“Mom!” You drawled.

“Hey. As your mother, I think I have every right to know who’s taking care of my daughter.”

You let out a deep sigh. “Alright, alright.”

After you hung up with your mom, you returned to where the boys were, but quickly stopped in your tracks. Dean had Sam pinned to the ground, Sam’s face and shirt soiled with what seemed like… condiments.

“Dean get off!” Sam struggled.

“You’re losing your touch little brother,” Dean chuckled.

“Do I even want to know?” You asked aloud, catching their attention.

Dean and Sam got off the floor, Sam taking the opportunity to shove Dean a few steps back. “I was just trying to teach Sam how to make a decent sandwich. As you can tell, he failed… really really badly.” Dean had a smug look on his face while Sam glared at him. Obviously Dean was doing more than teaching Sam how to make a sandwich. Brothers will be brothers.

You shook your head before walking over to Sam and placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “Well, my mom wants me home. So I will see you tomorrow morning. Now go and take a shower. You smell like mustard and ketchup up, mixed with motor oil. Gross.”

Sam smiled, leaning in to kiss you again. “I wouldn’t smell so bad if my brother wasn’t such a bag of dicks.” A piece of sliced turkey slapped Sam in the face and you yelped in surprise.

“Dean!” You and Sam chide in unison.

“Oh, you deserved it,” he retorted. “I admit I can be a dick at times, but certainly not a bag of dicks.”

Holding in your laughter, you kissed Sam on last time before going over to Dean. “Can you drop me home? Also, my mom wants to meet you.”

Dean’s eyebrows raised, fear plastered all over his face. “What? Why?”

“Good luck Dean,” Sam smirked before leaving.

“Don’t listen to him,” you giggled. “She just wants to meet my friends, especially since I’m around you so much. My mom just wants to get to know who has been taking care of me. That’s all.” Dean stared at you warily.

“Don’t worry. My mom is really nice,” you assured.

“Mmm… fine.”

“Great. Now let’s go.”

Dean was driving you home when you got a text from Sam. You pulled out your phone and read the short text.

From: Boyfriend Miss you

To: Boyfriend Miss you too

You turned off your phone, placing it on your lap when one of your favorite songs came on the radio. “Oh my gosh!” You screamed. Dean almost jumped out of his seat, the car swerving a little.

“Dammit, Y/N! Do you have a death wish?!” Dean snapped, steering off of the road and pulling over to the side.

“Sorry—” you apologized. You could tell that Dean was pissed. He’d never looked at you that way before.

Dean glared at you but when you gave him those sad puppy eyes, he let out a heavy sigh. As wrong as it was for him to think it, you were just too cute for him to stay mad at you.

“Y/N we could have gotten in an accident. You could have gotten hurt…” he explained. You immediately felt guilty.

“Sorry. I just… I really liked this song and I guess I wasn’t thinking and just sort of reacted to it.”

Silence fell between you two before Dean broke into soft chuckles. You pouted as you looked at him with confusion. First he was mad, now he’s laughing?

“What’s so funny?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“I’m sorry. You’re just… weird.” Dean lied. He was laughing because you were adorable. But he would never and could never, EVER, let anyone know about that. You were off limits. You were his brother’s girlfriend! You were four years younger! You were still in high school! You were… YOU!

Dean believed that even if you and Sam weren’t dating, he would never be good enough for a girl like you. Not in a million years.

“Gee, thanks,” you rolled your eyes.

It didn’t take long to get to your house, and Dean was obviously nervous. You were already under the protection of your patio from the rain while Dean was still in the car. You were waving for him to come out, but he never did.

Grunting loudly, you made a dash to the driver’s side of the car, knocking on the window. “Dean, c’mon!” You shouted. He could barely hear you over the pelting water drops. “Dean, I’m getting soaked!”

Eventually, Dean got out, ruffling his hair free of rain water when he was tucked under the shade of your patio. Dean was nervous. His eyes zeroed onto where your hand was gripping the door, and when the wooden barrier silently opened, his stomach dropped. It was now or never. He was going to meet your mom!

“Mom, I’m home!” You shouted.

There were pots clanging in the distance and you smiled, knowing exactly where it was coming from. The Kitchen. As you stepped in, your mom was putting cookies onto a pan with a baking sheet over it.

“Y/N! Didn’t think you were going to be home this quick! I didn’t even get to put the cookies in the oven. Suddenly, Dean came walking in, standing beside you.

“Did I hear something about cookies?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. All it took, was the mention of food, and the man wasn’t shy anymore. “You did! I was about to put these bad boys into the oven,” your mom replied with undeniable joy. She loved to cook and bake, and she loved it more when people enjoyed it. And boy… was she going to love the ever garbage disposal named Dean Winchester.

Dean and your mom had been chatting for hours, and Dean had nearly finished the first batch of cookies, the second batch nearly done in the oven. You had taken a shower and when you came back down, it was as if the two had been best friends all their lives! You were about to say something about how they could still possibly we talking with each other when you noticed something new to the table. Oh god… baby pictures!

“Mom!” You shrieked.

Your mom ignored you while Dean flashed you a smirk and a wink. “Your mom is awesome!”

You snatched the baby pictures away, scolding your mom for bringing up such humiliating things. There were pictures of you naked as a kid, playing dress up, pictures of you when you lost your first tooth, and pictures where you’ve eaten shit and was bloody from the head down.

“Yeah, Y/N has always been a clumsy girl,” your mom sighed, referring to a picture she and Dean had last seen before you took the photo album.

“Don’t worry Jody, she’s safe with Sammy, and me,” Dean assured.

“Jody? Did you seriously just call my mom Jody?” You gaped. They were on a first name basis now? How… embarrassing yet slightly amusing. “Anyways, don’t you think it’s getting a bit late? It’s nearly midnight.”

“Oh shoots. I guess we lost track of time,” your mom laughed.

“I’ll say,” you muttered under your breath.

“How about I pack up the rest of these cookies so you can bring them home to Sam, or eat in on the way home, and I’ll have Y/N pack the rest of the cookies and bring it over to your place tomorrow?”

“That would be awesome! Your cookies are probably the best I ever had.” Dean wasn’t wrong. Your mom’s homemade chocolate chip cookies were amazing. Your friends always wanted to come over it your mom decided to make some. Two dozen wouldn’t even last an hour with your small group of friends.

You walked Dean out to the door, bidding him goodnight, but before he left, he fished out his phone, digging through it. “What are you doing?” you asked.

“Check it out. This is my new contact photo for you.”

Your jaw dropped and your eyes widened. “Delete that immediately!” It was a photo of you dressed up as a mummy. You were four, and you thought it would be a smart idea to use toilet paper to wrap yourself up. But the toilet paper kept falling and tearing, so your smart ass used peanut butter to hold it all together. It was a disaster.

“What? No way! Wait till Sammy gets a load of this,” he sniggered.

“Dean Winchester, I swear to God, if you―”

“Goodnight Y/N,” Dean sang, closing the door on your face.

“Mom!” You shouted in frustration.

Dean laughed heading to his car.

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Slurpee

Title: Slurpee Square Filled: Steve!Cas Pairing: Castiel x Reader Characters: Castiel, Reader Warnings: Fluff/ Smut Summary: (Y/N) has a huge crush on her co-worker Steve and goes for desperate measures when he does not take notice of her advances. Word Count: 1131 Created for: @spnkinkbingo A/N: This is also for @supernatural-jackles Weekly Writing Challenge. Prompt bold below!

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(Y/N) watched from the doorway of the back room as Steve waited on the last few customers of their night. A couple of months ago Steve appeared out of the blue applying for a service clerk position. (Y/N) had begged their manager to hire him if simply for the fact he was well groomed, pleasant and gorgeous. Never before had she seen someone as beautiful as Steve with his strong body, thick chocolate hair and piercing ocean eyes.

He followed the last customer to the door holding it for her and locking the door. “(Y/N), I’m going to start cleaning now.” He said walking past her brushing against her.

She sighed feeling his body briefly against hers. “Okay Steve.” She walked over to the cash registers to begin counting them.

He began cleaning the Slurpee machine when suddenly she heard a loud clank. She looked over to see blue raspberry Slurpee all over the floor and Steve. She placed her hand over her mouth to stifle the laugh trying to escape her lips.

“I’m sorry (Y/N). The part slipped from my hands.” He explained his cheeks turned a slight shade of pink from embarrassment.

“It’s alright, I’ll help you clean it up.” She said grabbing the mop and some towels.

(Y/N) could not help to stare as his shirt clung to his body revealing his chiseled chest and abs. She bit her lip swallowing the moan that was rumbling in his chest. Once the mess was cleaned up she watched as Steve walked back to the break room. She found her curiosity getting the better of her as she walked off towards the break room as well.

(Y/N) stopped in her tracks as she watched Steve peel his shirt off his body and toss it into the sink. Every muscle was outline perfectly over his back and she could see a few scars that looked recent. She let out a sigh startling him.

“(Y/N), sorry I thought I was alone…” he said bashfully as his hands were resting over his unbuckled belt.

She walked over to the sink grabbing a wash cloth from one of the cabinets and wetting it with warm water. Slowly she ran it down his chest and abs. His hand grab her wrist as she looked up at him. “I just wanted to help…”

He nodded letting go of her wrist as she returned to wiping off the sticky Slurpee from his skin. She noticed a tattoo on his side running her finger over the markings, “What do these mean?” she asked.

“They are a form of protection.” He said never fully explaining exactly what they meant. “Thank you for helping me. We should probably get going now.”

She nodded slightly looking up at him through her lashes. Neither of them made a move to leave and the tension was building between them. “(Y/N)…” he said softly.

(Y/N) pushed herself up against him her lips touching his. For the first time, she saw Steve let go of his guarded wall and picked her up setting her on the break table behind them. Her hands were quickly unfastening his pants pushing them down his firm thighs.

Steve’s hands were pushing her shirt and bra over her head then his lips enveloped her nipple. “Oh my…” she moaned as he gently sucked on it.

She lifted her butt off the table, so he could pull down her pants and panties. Immediately her legs spreading for him to stand between them. Reaching between them she pushed his boxers down feeling his thick cock springing out against her thigh.

“Ho-ly. Crap.” (Y/N) said slowly stroking him not believing a man could be built so perfectly.

Steve looked down at her curiously, “Is that good?” he asked as she chuckled nodding.

“Oh yes, very good.” She took the swollen tip rubbing it along her slick lips letting her head roll back against her shoulders.

She aligned him with her entrance and he slowly pushed his hips forward stretching her in ways she had never been before. The little grunts coming from him were going straight to her core as she clenched around him.

He kept himself still for a few moments breathing heavily against her collarbone. “Steve, please for the love of god start moving.” She begged grinding her hips against him as best she could.

“Cas.” He said pulling almost all the way out of her, “Call me Cas.” He snapped his hips against her making her yell out.

His quick pace never faltered as he pounded into her. All (Y/N) could do was hold onto him the best she could. “Oh, fuck Cas, just like that!” she cried out as he straighten his back holding her legs out a little wider.  

He was biting his lip, his eyes staring down into hers. Watching him thrust into her was bringing her closer to the edge. His hand slid down her legs over her clit as his thumb brushed against it firmly. Her body went rigid for a moment then flooded with pleasure.

“CAS!” she cried out gripping the edge of the table bringing herself even further down on his cock.

He pulled out of her quickly his hand jerking over his cock until he came on her stomach. Seeing his face scrunch up and his low raspy grunts as he came made her desperate for another orgasm. She sat up quickly pushing him towards one of the chairs straddling his thigh.

“I-I need to come again… please Cas.” She begged rubbing her aching mound against his firm thigh.

She guided his hands down to her hips then gripped his shoulders. She had a few dreams of riding his thick legs and living it out was better than anything she could have dream of. Shamelessly, grinding herself against him and she could see he was getting hard again.

Reaching down she began stroking him until she felt he was full hard again. Getting up she sunk down onto his cock bucking her hips against him. Cas began lifting her up, so she could bounce free on his cock. Before either of them knew it, they were both coming hard clinging to one another crying out their names.

She sat with him still nestled within her breathing heavily against his shoulder, “Fuck that was amazing.”

(Y/N) heard him chuckle, “That was quite good was it not.”

She laughed, “Alright Mister we are going to get cleaned up and go back to my place. You’re going to explain everything about yourself to me and then we are probably going to have another round or two of this. Sound good?”

His blue eyes looked up into hers searching for an answer she did not know the question too, but a slow smile appeared on his lips. “Sounds good.”

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Dream Come True

Sam x Reader, Jackson (OMC) (Mentioned)

Summary: You go to Sam's place after an asshole left you planted on your Valentine's Day date. The only problem is you and Sam are in love with each other… Or is it not a problem?

Word Count: 3130

Warnings: Mutual Pining. Slow Burn. A Little Bit Of Angst. Romantical Smut. Unprotected Sex. Fluff. 

A/N: This fill my ‘Mutual Pining’ square for @spnkinkbingo and my ‘College AU’ square for @spnfluffbingo. Also written for @supernatural-jackles‘s Weekly Writing Challenge, Week 6. The promp I chose will be bolded below. I hope you enjoy!

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Raindrops were falling from the dark night sky as you walk down the street toward your best friend’s apartment after the worst date of your life, of course, as long as it could be called a date to stand waiting for a son of a bitch that didn’t bother to show up.

The falling water was soaking your coat and hence the dress under it, which now was a huge loss as was the date and the guy you were gonna meet tonight for Valentine’s day.

Arriving to the building door, you rang the doorbell one time, waiting for Sam to answer.

Sam was your best friend, even though you don’t look at him in that way anymore. You were in love with him more than you could have imagined. You two met at college, at a Study Club to be more exact, where you studied together for every exam you got. You didn’t know when the feelings for him started to flow, the only thing you knew was you were in love with him, and you couldn’t get him out of your head.

That’s why you agreed to meet that asshole (who you didn’t want see again in your life), because you thought that way you could get your best friend out of your head, but the guy didn’t even show up. Now you were wet, freezing, and outside Sam’s building, waiting for him to get the door and forget your humiliation.

“Hello? Who is it?” Sam voice greeted you through the intercom.

“Sam, it’s me. Can you open up please?” you begged, embracing your own body in attempt to get warm.

“Y/N! What are you doing here? You didn’t have a date tonight?” his voice sounded worried.

“Yeah, I did. If you could open up, I’ll tell you. I’m freezing here.”

“Sure!” you heard before the known sound of the building door being unlocked resounded.

You got inside the building, towards the elevator, leaving a water trail behind you. The cleaning team wasn’t going to be happy, but right now you didn’t care, you were mad at everyone; at the guy who made you wait in vain, at the rain because of your now soaked clothes and at your best friend because if you didn’t have to forget him, you wouldn’t be like this. Oh my god, your makeup should be a mess right now.

When you arrive to Sam’s apartment, the door was already open and he was waiting doorway for you. His long hair, normally barely touching his shoulders, was wet because of the shower he must have had (judging by his completely dry clothes and his bare feet), his chest was covered with a black t-shirt, which adapted to his strong body and his well formed legs was dressed with tracksuit pants, hanging from his thick hips to his bare feet.

Ok, maybe you weren’t mad at him, not when he was dressed like this, letting you watch how beautiful he was.

“Why are you like this? What happened?” he asked with a frown as he opened the door wide to let you in to the apartament, which you did, still dripping water everywhere.

“What happened? What happened is that Jackson is an asshole who left me planted, waiting for him under the fuckin’ rain! That’s what happened!” you shouted before turning back to look at Sam, finding him with wide open eyes in awe.

“Alright, why don’t you just take a shower and I’ll get you some dry clothes as I put your wet ones in the drawer? After, you can tell me everything when you are calmer, is that ok?” he stepped closer to you squeezing your shoulders in a reassuring way.

“Alright.” you sighed and lead your way towards the bathroom.

“Do you want pizza?” he suddenly asked from behind you.

“What?” you turned around to face him again.

“I mean, I suppose you don’t want to be alone, so we can have a pizza and movie night if you want.” he explained scratching the back of his neck.

“Oh, sure, that would be amazing.” you returned your way to the bathroom.

Sam stood in the living room for a few seconds, thinking about what just happened. You went to his place, after that son of a bitch left you planted without even warning you about it. How could even anyone let you wait and not show up? You were the most amazing girl Sam could ever get to meet, the most beautiful, smart and funny; any man who you laid eyes on was a very lucky one, and Sam had be hoping be that guy since the moment he saw you, since the moment you introduced yourself to him in that damn Study Club, which permitted him get to know you and which he’ll be grateful with forever, even though you’ll never look at him as he would like.

Getting out of his thoughts, Sam went to grab a few of his clothes before taking them in the bathroom, then taking your wet ones and going to the laundry room where he separated the white clothes from the colored ones and put them in the washing machine. With that done, he went to the kitchen, where he’d left his cellphone, and called to the pizza delivery, asking for your favorite flavors as he started to make popcorn, knowing you loved eating it while watching movies.

“Popcorn. You know me well.” your soft voice made Sam startle and turn around. “I’m sorry!” you muffled your laugh with a hand against your mouth.

“No, you’re not.” Sam grinned listening to your laugh and allowing himself to take a quick look on how his clothes looked on you. His red and black flannel looked giant on you, reaching the middle of your thighs and letting him have a good sight of your bare legs. Your face was clean now, without all that makeup smeared, as your hair was wet because of the shower you just took.

Sam loved see you like this, the simpler version of yourself.

“You’re right. I love bothering you.” you nodded. “That’s what a best friend does.” you giggled, but this time making Sam’s smile slightly fall.

“Yeah, sure.” He faked a smile before turning to the microwave to control the popcorn, even though his mind was floating about what you said ‘That’s what a best friend does’. You would never see him as something more than a friend.

Scolding yourself because of what you just said, you turned to the living room, oblivious of Sam’s change of mood. “Well, I’m going to look for a movie.” you told him and went to do said thing. Who did you want to trick? You didn’t see Sam like a friend since a very long time ago and trying to convince yourself otherwise wouldn��t change anything at all.

After a few moments, you felt the couch seat beside you plunge, and you knew it was Sam, that and because of his covered leg sightly touching your bare knee flexed over the couch seat, but you didn’t divert your gaze from the TV.

“So, tell me,” Sam broke the ice, this time making your head turn to face him. “What happened with Jackson asshole?” he asked humorously using your way to call the guy.

“Well, practically what I already told you.” you shrugged and looked down to your hands holding the remote control. “He left me planted, leaving me like a complete idiot, under the rain and waiting for him, but it’s ok. I’m already used to men treating me like this.” you explained fighting your tears and going back to your task of looking through Netflix, without noticing Sam’s glance on you. Yes, you didn’t have eyes for any other guy besides Sam, but it still hurt every time a man treated you like shit.

“No, Y/N. That’s not like that.” you looked at Sam with a ‘Are you serious?’ face. “I mean, yes, Jackson’s a piece of shit, but he doesn’t deserve you. At all” he said, his face very close to yours. You turned to look at his pink lips, his heavy breath was crashing against you face as his eyes focused on your own lips. “You’ll see, the one could be closer than you think.” he whispered as he rested his hands on your cheeks, gently caressing your cheekbones with his thumbs as his panty breathe now collisioned against your opened and ready lips. He bent over, determined to kiss you once and for all as he wanted to do long ago. You closed your eyes, waiting for the touch.

The doorbell rang, completely breaking the moment and making you two pull apart, neither of you being able to look each other in the eyes, only focusing on any other thing except the person sitting next to you.

“I’ll get the door.” Sam faked a cough as he stood, put some shoes on and then went outside the building to attend to the delivery. God knew the only thing Sam wanted right now was to say fuck the pizza and kiss your breath away, making you forget everything about the outside world.

“Yeah, of course.” you scratched the back of your neck, getting back to your earlier task, but this time not being able to concentrate on anything because of what had just happened. You almost kissed Sam. Almost. If it would be a few moments before, you could have done it.

You two have never hated pizza as much as you did right now.

The movie came to an end a little after midnight, along with the pizza and popcorn leftovers and the empty beer bottles over the coffee table in front of the couch.

Neither of you said a word as the movie went by, it’s not like you were paying attention to the screen anyway as each of you were at one end of the couch, leaving as much space as possible between the two of you. The furtive glances at the other person weren’t lacking throughout the length of the film; both wanting to talk about the almost kiss, but none taking the courage to do so.

You hated being that way. It seemed so weird; as if you were complete strangers that all they wanted to do was go to  their own house so they would not have to see each other, instead of making jokes and embarrassing each other.

“Alright, you take my bed, and I’ll take the couch.” Sam started, turning off the TV and going to his bedroom to grab a pillow and a blanket.

“I can take the couch, and you know it.” you replied when he came back to the living room and started to make the couch comfortable.

“Yeah, I know, but also you know I can take it too.” he sent a cocky smile in your direction.

“Ok, I’ll be more comfortable then.” you showed him your tongue making him laugh. It seemed as though things weren’t completely lost at least.

You went to Sam’s bedroom and got inside of his bed, sinking into the soft mattress and under the fluffy blankets, both things smelling like Sam; not to mention the pillows, where all his aroma was concentrated, making you feel like he was right there next to you. But he wasn’t. He was outside the room on the couch, where you wanted so badly to be in cuddled with him.

What you didn’t know was that Sam wasn’t even close to sleeping. His look was centered at the ceiling for minutes now, the only thing going through his mind was you and the uncontrollable want to be sleeping next to your body; his arms folded around you as your head rested on his chest, the beat of his heart calming you more than a song to sleep. But you weren’t, and he was dying inside his own mind instead.

“Fuck it.” Sam said to himself and stood up, kicking the blankets away from his body after seconds, minutes or even hours looking at the ceiling, only regretting his cowardice, until reaching the realization that he wasn’t going to achieve anything by regretting spinelessness all night.

Almost reaching the hallway that led to his room, he came to a stop, rethinking everything as all the ‘What If’s’ ran at full speed through his mind; ‘What if she rejects me?’, ‘What if I mess up everything and she does not want to talk to me anymore?’. With his own thoughts stabbing him in the back, Sam made his way towards the couch again, to try to get some sleep and forget in the morning all the insecurities that showed up every time he thought about you and his feelings. Tomorrow was going to be a great day.

“Sam?” your voice made him stop dry on his spot and turn around to face you, not believing your form in the doorway, lighted by the moonlight that get to enter through the living window.

“Hi.” he managed to say after standing there doing nothing for a few seconds, his words almost choking in his throat. “Is everything okay?”

You stayed thinking for a few seconds, insure about if it was correct or not to talk about the pending issue between the two of you. “Mm, yeah, I-I just couldn’t sleep.” you finally said, embracing yourself with your covered flannel arms.

“Do you-Do you want to sit here?” he gestured to the couch where he was trying to sleep minutes ago. “I’ll give you something to drink.”

“Ye-yeah, that would be great.” you replied heading to the couch as Sam made his way to the kitchen, turning on the light of the said place, illuminating the living room as well.

When he returned, he did it with a glass of water in each hand, handing one to you and leaving one for him before sitting next to you on the couch.

Neither of you spoke for a while, which seemed like ages. The tension in the environment could be cut with a knife, both of you wanting to talk about the kiss, but none being able to take the first step. You never have been like this, despiste the hidden feelings by the two parts, always there was laughter, chuckles, giggles, never like this; the two of you afraid to say something incorrect and screw up everything. Although, it was already screwed.

You suddenly laid down your glass on the coffee in front of you, Sam matching your move. “No. You know what?” you said, turning your head to lock your gaze with Sam’s. “I’m not ok. None of this,” you gestured to both of you with your hands. “is ok and it wasn’t since we almost kissed a few hours ago. ‘Cause it happened, we almost ki-”

Sam’s lips stopped your rambling with a tender kiss, making you swallow your own words instead. At first, your eyes were open, shocked for his lips on yours, until you let it be and you relaxed in his grasp, closing your eyes and letting yourself enjoy the moment, you were waiting for this years ago and you weren’t gonna waste any second of it. Both dreams finally coming to life.

His lips felt soft against you, reaching the line to perfection as your mouth moved in sync with his; your tongues fitting so good with each others, finally finding their happy place. His hands were gently caressing your cheekbones, sending a shiver through your body.

The kiss started slowly, before picking up the pace as your breaths became heavier. Your hands went up to tangle in his long brows locks, as you pulled his head closer to yours, not able to take enough from him. Sam wasn’t so far from that, one of his rough hands went to hold tight on your waist as he leaned the other on the back of the couch to support his weight while he slowly pushed you on the soft seat.

“You have no idea how bad I wanted to do this.” Sam muffled against your neck skin, where he gently nibbled, pulling a gasp from you mouth. “How much I wanted to have you like this.” his long fingers made its job unbuttoning the flannel on you, uncovering your bare breasts as his mouth made a kissing and nibbling path towards them, where he took a nipple and sucked it hard, this time making you loudly scream.

“I know the feeling, believe me.” you managed to say as Sam continued with his work in your sensitive tits.

Clothes were slowly pulled off and left in oblivion, giving way to warm and sloppy kisses as loud and deep moans were exchanged and both rough and gentle caresses were passionately shared.

Once both of you were completely naked, without any annoying fabric in your way, Sam positioned himself between your open legs, your uncovered cunt in front of him, silently asking to be filled once and for all.

Sam seemed to read your thoughts because he slowly pushed inside you, stretching your walls so deliciously, so perfectly making love to you; two souls making their dream come true, taking from the other the most of what they could; and when you came, you did it with him, both of you reaching your release at the same time, inside each other arms, surrendering to the other for the first time, but not the last.

Still on top of you, Sam pressed lazy kisses from your jaw to your neck and collarbone, making the corners of your mouth extend in a open smile. Getting up on his feet, Sam suddenly lifted you up in his arms, ripping a surprise yell from you, and went to his bedroom, laying you down onto the mattress and under the blankets before laying himself down and pulled you closer to his body in a embrace.

“You know? Now that we’re a couple, I should get you something for Valentine’s Day.” Sam murmured with a smile against your lips after a while of just making out, neither of you ready to sleep just yet.

You cupped his face between your small hands “Who said we’re a couple?” you teased, pulling his bottom lip between your teeth, you tone detoning the smile on your face. He let out a laugh and tickled your side in reward, making you squirm under his massive body. “Ok, ok.” you raised your hands in surrender. “But I’m warning you, nothing sappy.”

“Yeah, we’ll see.” he took your wrists in each hand and place them on the pillow above your head before open your legs with his knees and positioned himself between them. “Now, get ready for round two.”

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Better Than Fiction

Summary - What happens when Dean catches you reading a very inappropriate piece of writing?

Pairing - Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (platonic)

Warning - Fluff, Angst, Crack, Smut (the four horsemen are in this fic), unprotected sex 18+, kissing, swearing, fanfiction, a bit of ogling Dean.

Word count - 2.6k

Square filled - Smut ( @anyfandomgoesbingo )

A/N - This is my submission to @evilskank-inthemegacoven's Bingo challenge. This is also my second submission to @supernatural-jackles' Biweekly challenge. Prompts are in bold (2 prompts used)

I wrote this crack fic because I was going through a terrible writer's block and I had to write something different from what I usually write. Hope you like this!

Thanks to @miss-nerd95 for beta'ing this! <3

You gasped loudly as he threw you over the bed, pupils blown with lust as he drank you in. You had never seen such hunger in his eyes. He was hungry and he made that clear as he ripped off your blouse in one swift motion leaving you just in your shorts.

All of your rational thoughts flew out of the window as he started leaving kisses down your body. His hands massaged one of your breasts as his mouth latched onto another, eliciting a deep moan from your mouth as his tongue flicked your hardened nipple.

You knew this was bad but you were taken by the piece of writing like a moth drawn towards the flame. You had put your hands in the fire, willingly, and now you were going to get burned by it, but you couldn't stop yourself from reading the next lines.

“De-” you whimpered as he let go of your nipples and started to work on your pants. His hands brushed your clothed core as he murmured, “Mhm, so wet for me already. How long have you been thinkin’ ‘bout me, sweetheart?” Dean ripped your panties and let out a low growl, making you shiver in anticipation.

“Long enough.” You purred. He pulled at your panties as he captured your lips in a passionate kiss. His teeth grazed your lower lips, drawing out a low moan out of you.

A small whimper left your lips as you looked around the empty bunker, thanking your luck that Sam and Dean were both out to pick up some supplies. You contemplated whether to move your reading to your bedroom or stay at the War Room table surrounded by piles of lore books.

You didn't even know how you ended up on this fansite because all this time you clearly had no idea that fans from all over the world were writing certain stories involving the Winchester based on the books by Carver Edlund. You were supposed to be researching for new cases, not read some erotic piece of writing about Dean Winchester, your best friend, but you somehow opened this site and you did come across a really sensual story, and ever since you started reading it, you couldn't stop. So there was no turning back now.

You let out a little sigh as you read on, knowing very well your panties were now ruined.

“God, you're so beautiful,” he whispered into your ears. He licked his lips, his eyes raking over your naked form.

“And you're overdressed,” you whined tugging at his jeans.

“Someone's a little too eager,” he smirked and pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it on the floor. You could see his growing excitement strain against the material of his jeans. Your hands reached out to palm the very noticeable bulge but he quickly swatted your hand away.

“Tonight is not about me, it's about you, sweetheart.” He smirked.

“Mhm,” you nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence. You threw your head back as you cried out in ecstasy when Dean put a finger inside you. He pumped twice before adding another. Your eyes fluttered shut as he curled his fingers in you, the tips brushing against your g-spot repeatedly, the action drawing out a loud moan from you. You could feel yourself edging towards the climax as Dean kept on repeating the motion.

You bit down on your lip, trying to stop your own moan that was threatening to leave your mouth. Your free hand gripped your thigh tightly, nails digging into your skin through your jeans as you felt your face on fire.

“Fuck,” you cursed as he pulled out his fingers just before you could come. He had a devilish smirk on his face and you wanted nothing more than to wipe it off. He quickly opened the button on his jeans before pushing it down along with his boxers, his hard length springing free. You watched him as he took his cock in his hands, pumping himself twice before rubbing up and down his length, the tip of his length beaded with precum.

“Are you going to fuck me tonight?” You were getting annoyed with his teasing.

“Such a needy little thing, aren't you?” Dean pressed his lips onto yours in a chaste kiss before lining himself in front of your entrance. You sucked in a deep breath as he pushed himself in you. He-

You slammed your laptop shut as you heard the boys coming down the stairs. So lost in the story, you didn't even hear the boys closing the door of the bunker.

“Honey, we're home!” Dean teased, as he rounded the corner of the stairs and stood across the table. “You okay?” He narrowed his eyes at you as he placed the pack of beer on the table.

“Y-yeah. I'm great. Awesome. Amazing. Fantastic,” you blurted out and mentally slapped yourself - like that was totally going to help you and not raise any suspicion.

You looked at Dean with hooded eyes, feeling like you were seeing him in a new light. Were his eyes always this beautiful shade of green? Your eyes travelled downwards as you gulped at the sight of his jeans hanging low on his hips.

“Y/N?” You jumped at the voice of Sam.

“W-what?”

“Are you okay? You look a little flushed,” he asked with worries in his eyes.

“Stop asking me if I'm okay!” You exclaimed.

“Okay,” Dean raised up his hands in defence. Grabbing your laptop from the table, you stood up and turned on your heels to go to your room.

It had been three days since you had read the story about Dean, which you had eventually completed reading once you were alone in your bedroom. Three days since you had spent every spare minute you had to look up more of those writings about Dean. But now, you regretted it because every time you crossed paths with him, you wanted nothing but to rip his clothes off and jump his bones. You cursed Chuck for writing about the lives of the Winchesters and publishing it, giving way to the inspirations for these fanfictions. Your feelings toward him had intensified and you couldn't even form a complete sentence without stuttering while talking to him.

Even though Dean was indifferent to the change in your actions, Sam had quickly caught on to it but you had kept your mouth tightly shut, though you didn't know how long you would be able to control yourself around him - especially after tonight.

As you laid in the bed of a rundown motel room, you picked up a pillow to cover your ears, trying to drown out the voices coming from Dean's room. The banging of the headboard against the paper thin wall and the loud moans of the girl made you wonder if sex with Dean was really as good as you read in the stories. You looked over to the other bed in the room and saw Sam’s chest rise and fall accompanied by heavy breathing, indicating he was in deep sleep but Dean's low grunts and moans from the other room made it impossible for you to get any sleep that night.

“Morning,” Dean strolled into your room the next morning, with a stupid ‘I got laid’ look on his face. You glanced at him while sipping your coffee but refrained from saying anything.

“Next time, stay at another motel if you decide to bring home a girl,” Sam grumbled at his brother.

“So this is what it is all about? I swear you both are so uptight. You just need to get laid,” he smirked, taking a seat at the table across you.

You looked at him again but didn't say anything. You knew it was stupid to be angry at him. He was a man with needs and it was not like you had said anything to him about your crush.

“What's the matter with you?” Dean asked. You ignored his question as you grabbed your FBI clothes before marching off into the bathroom. Closing the door behind you, you let out a sigh of relief. You couldn't think straight with Dean Winchester looking like a freaking Vogue model in a suit. You took your sweet time to put on your clothes before leaving the bathroom.

“Y/N,” Dean said the moment you entered the room. You didn't even bother to look at him. “You can't ignore me forever.”

“I'm not ignoring you,” you finally spoke, “I'm just not talking to you.”

“Why? What did I do, sweetheart?”

“I'm not your sweetheart, Dean Winchester,” you snapped, surprising him.

“Easy there tiger,” he joked before slipping into his work persona, “So what do we have?” Dean picked up your laptop and logged into it before you could say anything. Your eyes widened in horror and embarrassment as you saw Dean’s face scrunch up, his eyes moving swiftly over the laptop screen.

“I had no idea you were into fifty shades, Y/N,” he chuckled.

“What?”

“This. You were reading porn.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Oh Y/N. I was so wrong abo-” He suddenly stopped mid sentence as the playfulness left his face. “What is this?” Dean frowned.

“I….I don't-” You stammered. This wasn't supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to find out.

“Dean?” Sam called out to his brother, noticing his change in expression. The older Winchester shoved the laptop towards his brother, all the while glaring at the electronic device.

“What the hell?” Sam exclaimed as he took a look at the screen. “Y/N. Tell me you weren't-”

“She clearly was.” You winced at how Dean spit out those words.

“I can explain. I just came across-”

“Don't.” Dean snapped and stormed out of the room.

The hunt was a success and right now you and the Winchesters were celebrating the success in a bar. You rolled your eyes as you saw Dean flirting with a blonde so you knew you weren't going to get any sleep tonight either but what bothered you the most was that Dean had barely spoken any words to you since he found out about the stories.

“Hey are you okay?” Sam asked as you sat there at the counter nursing a glass of drink.

“Y-yeah I'm fine,” you whispered.

“Talk to me. You know your secrets are always safe with me,” he smiled.

“What's left to say? I came across a story. It was an erotic piece of writing with, uh-Dean, and I read it. Now I can't look at him without thinking that I invaded his privacy. I know it's all fiction but I read porn about my best friend. Everytime I see him, I am reminded of how he flicks his tongue-”

“Y/N! Too much information,” Sam groaned.

“Sorry.”

“What you did is wrong but you can't turn back time, can you?”

“No but what am I supposed to do?”

“Get laid. Relieve some of that tension.” Sam shrugged, making you glare at him.

“I love your brother, Sam who is over there flirting with that blonde, not talking to me. I-I can't do this. It's better if I just pack up my bags and permanently move to Antarctica.” You muttered.

“Y/N, be realistic. Talk to him or find someone to scratch your itch.” Sam said, getting out of his seat before walking away from you. You flagged the bartender for another round when you noticed a man slide into the seat next to you.

“Hey gorgeous. What is a pretty little thing like you doing all alone here?” You wanted to puke as soon as you heard the man speak. He placed a hand on yours, making your shudder.

“Hey,” you said, trying to use some of Sam’s advice and it was only for one night.

“Want to get out of here?” You fought the urge to roll your eyes at the man’s straightforwardness, he could have at least bought you a drink.

“Uhm-” you played along.

“Come on baby. You and I are gonna have an amazing night with your pussy wrapped around my cock-” and that was the final strike. You were ready to get out of the bar but not with that man.

“No thanks, I have a boyfriend,” you mumbled before finishing your drink and storming out of the bar, unbeknownst to the fact that Dean was watching the whole interaction, the woman beside him long forgotten.

Seeing you storm out of the bar, peaked his curiosity. He was never good with feelings so when he caught you fantasizing about him, it took him entirely by surprise. He had stormed out of that room because if he had stayed one more second, he would have taken you right then and there. After that incident, he couldn't get you out of his mind and that was making him uncomfortable because it was getting impossible for him to continue walking around with a hard on.

Three harsh knocks on the door of the motel room interrupted your solo drinking session. Annoyed, you went to the door only for Dean to push it open and get in quickly

“Dean? What are-” your words were cut off by him loudly closing the door behind him. “Look I'm sorry, Dean. I know you can't even probably look at me. I am so sorry-”

“Why did you read about me?”

“What?”

“Why did you read about me? Why not read about Sam?” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“I-I….well. It's-I don't exactly have a reason-”

“Y/N.” He cocked his head.

“Fine. I like you. I like Sam too but he is like a brother to me and you're you. I-” you stopped rambling when you heard him scoff lightly.

“Then what's the matter with you?”

“Huh?” Now you were utterly confused.

“One moment you say that you like me and the next you are flirting with a sleazy bastard at the bar,” he huffed.

“You saw that?”

“Of course I did.”

“I thought you were angry at me because I literally read porn about you. You stormed out of that room.” You fiddled with the hem of your shirt as you whispered the words to him.

“I was angry but not at you. I don't like Chuck’s books but I kinda feel proud that you read porn about me,” you looked up at Dean and saw him smirking, “I was angry at myself because all this goddamn time I kept thinking you didn't feel the same.”

“What?”

“You have read about what fake-me can do, wanna see what the real me can?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“W-what?” At this question, Dean leaned in, cupping your cheek as he captured your lips in a kiss. Your hands travelled all the way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. His tongue swept across your lips, making you whimper. You both stumbled back to the bed, his lips still on yours. You only separated for a few seconds when you two quickly undressed.

“Dean!” You cried out as you felt yourself coming undone, followed by a guttural groan from Dean as he spilled inside you, coating your walls with his seed. He panted, dropping his head in the crook of your neck as you both came down from the high. Raising his head, Dean looked at you with a fond expression on his face as he pulled out of you, rolling to the other side of the bed.

“Whoever said it was very wrong. Reality is so much better than fiction,” you giggled, looking at the man lying beside you. He turned his body to pull you closer, pecking your lips.

“I can't argue with you on that. Now no more reading about me, okay?” You nodded a stupid grin on your face.

“I got the real deal.”

“So you're not moving to Antarctica, are you? ‘Cause I would love to call you mine and I'm not good at long distance stuff,” Dean smirked.

“No, Winchester. I am not going anywhere because I would love to be called yours. Also remind me to kill Sam in the morning.” You huffed, making Dean burst out in fits of laughter.

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Not Friends

Summary: It’s time for a wedding! Sam and Jess are getting married and Dean needs someone to pretend to be his girlfriend in front of his family. Good thing his friend Y/N is willing to help. Pairing: Dean x Reader // Sam x Jess Word count: 8,846 Warnings: fluff, fake dating, nudity (but it’s barely there), waxing A/N: this was writen for “SPN Bi-Weekly Writing Challenge” hosted by the darling @supernatural-jackles. There are 7 prompts in this one and they’re all in bold. Hope y’all enjoy!

“I still don’t get why you asked me to do this. I’m not a professional,” you mumbled. “Since it’s the first time you’re doing this, you  really should’ve gone to a professional.”

“I know, I know,” Jess sighed, taking another gulp of the wine. “I lost track of time and forgot to set an appointment. It’s just that Sam is planning something special for this weekend. I wanted to look nice.”

“You’ve been together for nearly five years, Jess. The guy asked you to marry him. And knowing him, he doesn’t mind if you wax or trim or do nothing down there.”

“I know he doesn’t. But I’m not just doing this for him. I’m doing this for me,” she said. “Does it hurt?”

“A little,” you shrugged. “Alright, now lay down.”

Jess did as told, placing her glass on the nightstand. She was naked from the waist down, a white towel covered her lady bits. You could see it on her face that she was nervous. It would be better if she was a little drunk for you to do this.

“Move the towel so we can get going,” you asked, holding a popsicle with a large blob of yellow wax.

She gritted her teeth and her breath was caught in her throat when you spread the burning wax over the top of her mound. Jess clenched her eyes shut.

“We shouldn’t do this. I’m already regretting it.”

“You’ll be fine, Jess. Trust me.”

Jess took in a deep breath, relaxing a little.

“Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you,” you said before pulling the strip off.

“Fuck!” She nearly screamed, sitting up straight.

“Here,” you offered her the bottle of wine. “See? It wasn’t that bad.”

“It wasn’t that bad?” Her blue eyes widened. “It was worse than I expected.”

“You know that we’re not finished, right?”

“I know,” she cried, taking another gulp of the whine and finishing the bottle.

Jess laid back and you repeated the process. She winced once again.

“And to think I was gonna ask you to be my maid of honor.”

“You were what?” You exclaimed.

“Well, I was gonna ask you properly next week and it was gonna be beautiful, but I guess I ruined everything.”

“I can’t believe you chose me to be your maid of honor,” you couldn’t stop the big smile to spread over your lips, happy tears welled in your eyes.

“Really?” She smiled. “I thought it was kinda obvious.”

“Of course not! I was sure you were gonna ask one of your sisters.”

“Y/N, we both know that none of them would be able to help organize a wedding.”

“I’m truly honored, Jess,” you hugged her. “God, you’re gonna have the wedding of your dreams.”

“I love you, Y/N/N.”

“I love you too.”

Three years ago, Sam proposed to Jess. You still remember the day when she came running to your place to tell you everything and show the beautiful diamond ring on her finger. She was truly happy. Her blue eyes held a glisten you had never seen before. You were happy for her.

Jess wanted a big wedding. She had enough money to throw a magnificent ceremony. Sam was a bit worried about how they would afford it so they decided to wait to get married. They worked out on a budget and started saving money. Both of them had established jobs; Sam as a lawyer and Jess as a prosecutor. They saved enough money to have their dream wedding. Twice.

You helped Jess organize everything. You hired one of the best wedding planners in the U.S. and they were perfect. Jess was on cloud nine. She still had some stress, but in the end, she reminded herself that everything would be okay. She was nervous people wouldn’t come because it was a destination wedding. Sam and Jess picked Maui, Hawaii for their ceremony. More specifically, Makena Cove Beach. So she saved extra money to pay for the guests’ staying at a resort. It was a damn expensive wedding.

Jess was born into a wealthy family. They never had to worry about money. Good thing they weren’t snobs. Her parents insisted on paying for hers and the bridesmaids’ dresses. They paid yours too. They even wanted to pay for Sam’s tuxedo, but John and Mary wouldn’t have it. Her parents wanted to help. Their oldest daughter was getting married and they wanted to give her everything. It was nice of them. Jess and Sam were glad for their willingness to help, but they also wanted to be more independent and bear the expenses.

Sam wasn’t born into a rich family, but the Winchesters weren’t poor either. John owned a law firm in Lawrence and Mary owned a bakery. They couldn’t assist as much as Jess’ parents, but they managed to help out anyway.

October 24th was getting closer and closer. You were so excited about their wedding day. Seeing them so radiant was priceless. They deserved all the happiness in the world. With less than one week left for the ceremony, you had to do the last touch-ups for the reception. That includes finishing your speech.

You had never thought you’d enjoy organizing a wedding this much. Thanks to you and the bridesmaid team, Jess had an epic bachelorette party. And poor Sam had to deal with the bachelor party Dean threw for him. It was a nice party, of course, but Sam wasn’t the kind of guy that enjoyed being around strippers. The bridal shower was fun too and she got lots of nice gifts.

Dean, the best man and your best friend, was doing everything he could to support his brother. He even went out with Sam to buy his tuxedo.

“Hey Claire,” you grinned walking into the car shop.

“Hi Y/N,” she smiled. “Dean said you were coming. He’s in the back.”

“Thanks, darling.”

Winchester’s Auto Shop. Dean was passionate about cars since he was a little kid. He became a mechanic and after years of hard work, he opened his own shop. You were proud of him. Seeing him conquer so much in his life only made you love your best friend even more.

“Hey you,” grinning, you spotted Dean underneath his car.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said, struggling with whatever he was doing to the muscle car.

“Why are you working on Baby?” You nudged his feet.

“Had to replace the pipe,” he said before standing up to meet you. His grey shirt and denim jeans covered in grease. “And done.”

Your fingers trailed over the shining hood. Dean circled the car and started the engine. The impala roared to life, a purr following.

“There you go, Baby,” a wide smile spread on his lips. He turned off the ignition and took a step back, contemplating the beauty of his most precious possession. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

“Yeah, Dean, she is,” you rolled your eyes playfully. “Alright, why did you call me here?”

“We can talk in my office,” he suggested. “With chairs and AC.”

You nodded and followed him to his office. He opened the door and you rushed to the comfortable chair in front of his desk. There was something about his office that was very homey. It made you feel at ease.

Dean headed to the mini-fridge and picked a couple of beers for the two of you. He sat on his desk, handing your beverage. You frowned at him, taking a gulp. He seemed tense.

“Alright, Winchester, spill.”

“I, uh, I know this kinda seems out of the blue and that I should’ve talked to you sooner, but,” he stopped his rambling and only made you more anxious.

“But?” You arched your eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

“I just need you to do this one little thing for me,” his pleading green eyes held your gaze.

“And that is…”

“Fake date me?” His lips curled into a weak smile as his brows furrowed, voice full of uncertainty.

“Sure,” you shrugged. “But why?”

“My parents are gonna be at Sam’s wedding and I don’t want them to pick on me for not having someone, you know?” His eyes fell to his lap, the beer in his hand untouched. “I mean, Sam’s their youngest and he’s getting married. I don’t even have a girlfriend. ‘Sides, you know everything there is to know about me so it would be easier for them to buy it. You sure you wanna do it?”

“I’m sure, Dean,” you smiled at him, placing your hand over his. Green eyes looked up to meet you. “There’s nothing wrong about being single at your age. And if your parents think otherwise, screw them.”

“Thanks, Y/N/N.”

“You’re lucky, you know?”

“And why’s that?” He took a large gulp of his beer.

“You’re gonna get to kiss me anytime you want,” you shrugged. “Just a heads up, people say I’m a pro at that.”

“Guess I’m gonna have to find that out myself,” he winked at you.

A comfortable silence fell in the room. Both of you nursed your beers isolated in your worlds.

“Did you finish your speech?” You asked.

“Yeah. It turned out really good actually. Did you finish yours?”

“Not yet,” you sighed. “I’m still trying to figure out how not to cry when I read it.”

Dean chuckled, standing up and putting on his blue flannel.

“I’m done for the day. Do you need a ride?” You nodded in response. “You going to Rocky’s or home?”

“Rocky’s,” you sighed in frustration as you headed to the door. “Gotta make up for the time Pam is gonna cover for me.”

“I thought you were gonna close the bar while we are in Hawaii.”

“I was, but Pam thought it was better to keep it open. She has way more experience in running a bar so I decided to go by her.”

Dean opened the door to the impala for you before getting behind the steering wheel. He turned the ignition and Baby’s loud purr filled your ears.

“I don’t get why we’re traveling tomorrow already,” he whined. “The wedding is only Saturday. We could hop on the plane on Thursday.”

“C’mon, I’m the maid of honor. In case anything goes wrong, I’m there,” you explained. “And you, Winchester, are the best man. You gotta help me.”

The ride to the bar was mostly quiet, saved for the sound of one of Dean’s cassettes. The night was falling and you were glad the bar closed at 10pm tonight. Dean pulled up in the driveway. You couldn’t find it in you to get out of the car and go to work. Monday nights were always dead and that’s way worse than having a busy night. The time just didn’t seem to pass.

“Do you want me to pick you up?”

“Nah, I’m good,” you smiled. “Thanks, Dean,” you leaned and pecked his stubbled cheek.

“Take care, sweetheart.”

You hopped out of the car, making your way to the bar. Every time he dropped you off at work or at home, he’d wait for you to come in then he’d head out. Tonight was no different.

“Y/N,” you turned and found Dean leaning on his seat. “Do you want to meet me at the airport or I pick you up and we head to the airport?”

“Pick me up,” you smiled. “Eight sharp, Dean.”

“Alrighty,” his lips curled into a smile. “Night, sweetheart.”

“Night, Dean-o.”

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“Ugh, I’m so, so tired,” you grumbled, plopping down onto the airplane seat.

“Hmm, me too.”  

Dean reclined his chair, his eyes were already closed. The plane hadn’t even taken off and he was almost asleep.

“Dean,” your voice was ever so soft.

“Hmm,” he blinked an eye open to take a peek at your pleading face.

“I’m cold.”

“Alright, c’mere,” he sneaked his arm around you, pulling you closer to his body. Your head laying on his chest. “Better?”

“Better.”

“You aren’t cold, are you?”

“Not really,” you chuckled. “Just love some snuggle before falling asleep. And I know that planes make you uncomfortable. So I hope this helps.”

“It does,” you could hear the smile in his voice. “Now go to sleep.”

You and Dean slept through almost the entire flight. You called a cab and made your way to the resort you were staying at. Sam and Jess wanted to pay for yours and Dean’s stay, but you insisted on paying yourselves. They would already cover for most of the guests either way. Money would be a little tight this month, but it was worth it. It was your best friend’s wedding for Christ’s sake.

“Are you sure we’re at the right place?” You asked Dean as you both stood awestruck in front of the resort with your bags in hands.

“Uh-huh,” he swallowed thickly.

“This is so fancy. I don’t think I know how to behave in a place like this.”

“I don’t think I do either,” he chuckled.

You went to the reception and got the keys to your room. A gasp left your lips as you stepped inside. The room seemed to shine before your eyes. It was out of this world. The sprawling leather couch in front of the fifty inches tv had your breath hitching in your throat.  

“Oh my God, look at this view,” you let go of the bags and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The palm trees and the crystal blue water were a sight to behold. Sam and Jess had picked a beautiful place to get married.

“Y/N, come here,” Dean called from where you assumed to be the bathroom.

“Wow,” your eyes widened as they landed on the enormous bathtub. “I could easily drown in there.”

Your fingers roamed over the counter. Everything was in marble and hand-crafted tiles. Everything was magnificent and fancy. As well as the bath, the power shower was huge. Oh, the jacuzzi.

“I’m never leaving this room,” said Dean. “Sam can find another best man.”

“See? That’s one of the reasons why we came earlier.”

The cream Egyptian cotton sheets covering the king-sized bed made it difficult not to jump on and take a nap. You set on the edge, your body almost melting.

“Oh god, it’s memory foam.”

Dean’s lips curled into a smile as he watched you close your eyes. You were enjoying way too much. Your palms were flat on the mattress, taking in all its softness.

“I can sleep on the couch if you want,” he suggested.

“Don’t be silly. This bed is big enough for both of us. Plus, it’s not gonna be the first time we share a bed, fake boyfriend,” you shot him a wink. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m gonna hop in the shower. I’m disgusting.”

“You go,” he nodded. “I’ll text Sam to let them know we arrived safe.”

“You do that,” you smiled, picking your clothes from the suitcase. “Also, can you call the ceremonial? Let her know that we’re here and we’d like to meet her today,” you asked before entering the bathroom. 

“Will do.”

Steam filled the room as you cut the shower on. The water poured on your body, massaging your tense muscles. You bathed quickly. You had a lot of things to do before Sam and Jess arrived.

The afternoon flew by you. Barbara, the ceremonial, had everything perfectly mapped out. Her team would arrive on Thursday. That would give them plenty of time to wrap up the last details of the rehearsal dinner and the ceremony.

You and Dean finished your speeches. It would be hard to hold back the tears. You spent the rest of the day mostly in the room. Both of you were still too tired to wander around the resort. The following morning, after having a delicious breakfast, you and Dean explored the resort.

Turned out that Dean isn’t that good at the tennis table. At least now you had something to hold against him. Then he kicked your ass at pool and darts. That wasn’t nice.

You spent most of the afternoon at the pool. Dean was a bit annoyed at first because he didn’t want to apply sunscreen. He said he didn’t need it. Boy, that pissed you off. If he wanted to look like a shrimp at his brother’s wedding, then he didn’t need it after all. Dean could be as stubborn as a mule when he wanted to. But he gave in and applied it. He was even embarrassed to ask you to apply it on his back.

Sam and Jess were on their way. You were excited about their arrival. You couldn’t wait to show her around the resort. Unfortunately, they arrived late at night. You just stopped by their room to check on them before going to bed. They were extremely tired. They had worked all morning and flew by lunchtime.

Dean was in bed, searching through the channels when you stepped into the room. His hair was a little wet, spiking in multiple directions. You plopped yourself down beside him, already in your pajamas.

“My mom and dad are on the plane right now,” he grumbled, his eyes fixated on the screen.

“That’s good.”

“They’re gonna be here tomorrow morning,” Dean added. “And they want to have lunch. You, me, Sam and Jess.”

“Guess it’s happening then, huh?”

“Yeah,” he sighed.

“Do they know that you’re ’with’ me?” you glanced up at him.

“Mmhmm,” he turned his attention to you. “I didn’t say your name ‘cause I knew there was a chance you wouldn’t want to do this.”

“Guess I’m gonna meet your parents, boyfriend,” you grinned.

“You are,” Dean chuckled and you yawned.

“Good night, Dean,” you pressed a light kiss to his cheek.

“Night, sweetheart.”

You turned on your stomach, right leg hiking up as the other stood straight. Your arm was tucked under the pillow. The room went completely quiet as Dean turned off the tv. You found it odd that he remained sat instead of going to sleep.

“Y/N/N?” His voice was unsure and as quiet as a whisper.

“Hmm?”

“You awake?”

“No, I’m dead,” Dean shook his head, a chuckle leaving his lips. “What’s up, Dean?” You turned on your back to face him. He laid on his side and you did the same.

“You sure you wanna do this?”

“I’m sure, Dean,” you reassured him, fingers making their way to play with his hair. “It’s bad that I’m gonna lie to your parents the first time I meet them. But I’m doing this for you. Don't overthink this, Dean.”

“I love you, you know that?”

“Oh, I don’t think I do,” you teased.

“Ah, shut up,” he chuckled.

“I love you too.”

“I know you do,” he smiled, his warm hand came up to your cheek, knuckles caressing your skin. A trail of goosebumps wandering through your body. “Sleep tight, sweetheart,” his lips met your forehead, lingering a little bit longer than usual.

He turned his back to you, shifting in his sleeping position. His hand reached for the bedside lamp and turned it off. You were facing the back of his head, breath still caught in your throat. You shook your head and turned to your side, waiting for the sleepiness that seemed to have faded.

Sunshine invaded the room. The curtains didn’t put any resistance on keeping the room dark. The orange glow made you clamp your eyes, before fluttering it open. You blinked a few times to adjust to the bright daylight. A heavyweight in your middle made you frown. Then you became more aware of your surroundings and realized what it was. Dean’s arm was draped over your waist, his knees tucked into yours. His chest was pressed flush to your back. You took in deep breaths. It was not the first time you’d shared a bed. But he has never been this close.

“Morning,” his voice sounded hoarse from sleep. Dean nuzzled into your neck, a shiver ran down your spine, his arm tightening around you.

“Good morning,” you beamed, voice a little husky.

“Don’t wanna get up,” he whined.

“Me neither,” you mumbled. “But I’ve got so much to do today.”

“No, you don’t. You have lunch with my parents and rehearsal dinner tonight. Other than that you’re free to spend the whole morning asleep.”

“Yeah, but I can’t. I’ve gotta talk to Jess about some things. Especially about our fake dating thing.”

“I’ve told Sam so she probably already knows.”

“You’re right,” you nodded. “Thank god I was able to set up a massage session for us after lunch.”

“We’re getting a massage?” You couldn’t see, but you were sure his eyes had lightened up like a Christmas tree.

“Not us, silly,” you chuckled. “Me and Jess.”

“You’re the worst.”

“If I had set it up for us, you’d hit on the masseuse and turn that into porn.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” his voice raised about an octave. “I would fall asleep the second she touched me.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course, you would,” you scoffed.

“Why can’t we just go back to sleep? I’m tired,” he pleaded, burying his face in the curve of your neck. “You’re so comfy.”

He pulled you closer to him. Your body tensed as you felt a hardness against your ass.

“Dean, you, uh,” he noticed you stiffen in his hold.

“Oh, crap,” he pulled away as if your skin burned him. “Shit. Sorry. I, uh, I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s okay. That’s normal, Dean. I know it wasn’t on purpose or because you were, uh, you know.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I mean it,” you smiled sympathetically. “Now go get changed so we can have breakfast. I promised Jess I’d meet her in an hour.”

Sam decided to have breakfast with you while Jess was at a yoga class. Since they’d decided on a date to get married, Jess started to hit the gym and go to yoga classes. She wanted to be in her best shape on her wedding day. It wound up becoming more of a way to relieve stress than anything else.

“Have you two come up with a story for mom and dad?” Sam asked.

“What do you mean?” Dean frowned at his brother, stuffing the last bite of his croissant in his mouth.

“They’re gonna ask you how you met, how long you met each other, how long you’ve been together, where’d you go on your first date-“

“Nah, they’re not gonna ask,” Dean shook his head. “They’re gonna focus on you and Jess.”

“Dude, you only introduced them to a girl once. And that was a long time ago. Of course, they’re gonna want to know more of you and Y/N. Take it from me. When I brought Jess home, mom wouldn’t stop asking questions. You know how she gets excited.”

“Leave it for me,” you said after taking a sip of your coffee. “I’m good at improv.”

“Your stories need to match.”

“I’m just gonna tell them the truth and change some bits. Add more romance. And voila. Dean and Y/N’s love story.”

“If you blow it, I’m gonna tell them you brainwashed me,” Dean warned you.

“Chill, Dean-o,” you bumped his shoulder. “I got everything under control.”

———

“Mom and dad, this is Y/N,” Dean motioned to you.

“Oh, it’s so nice to finally meet you,” Mary squealed, wrapping her arms around. Your eyes widened at her reaction. She squeezed you and you hugged her back.

“Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Winchester.”

“Oh, please, call me Mary,” she said, pulling away and offering you a smile.

“So we finally meet the great Y/N, huh,” John grinned, a heat crept on your cheeks.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Winchester,” you smiled.

“Call me John, kid.”

“Right.”

Dean pulled out the chair for you to sit and sat beside you. Mary and John were at each head of the table.

“Oh, Y/N, we heard so much about you,” Mary smiled.

“You did?” Your surprise couldn’t even be hidden. You glanced at Dean and he shrugged with a head tilt.

“Of course we did. This guy wouldn’t stop talking about you so it’s nice to finally put a face to the name.”

“You got him wrapped around your finger, kiddo,” said John.

You smiled sheepishly. The table fell into a comfortable silence as you looked through te menu, deciding to have the same as Dean.

“Sam, are you nervous about tomorrow?” Mary grinned.

“Yeah,” he smiled.

“I can’t wait for tomorrow,” Jess’ eyes shone every time she mentioned her wedding.

“Jess, I can’t wait to see your dress,” Mary grinned.

“Oh, it’s the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen.”

“You’ve seen it?” Mary’s blue eyes widened at you.

“Not only have I seen it, but I was there when she bought it. You’re gonna love it.”

“Y/N is my maid of honor.”

“Really? That’s great!”

“We’ve known each other since kindergarten. She was the one to introduce me to Sam,” she smiled. “She’s my other half.”

Jess extended her hand across the table, linking your fingers.

“Hey!” Sam feigned offense. She chuckled and pecked his lips into a sweet kiss.

“Dean, honey, you’re awfully quiet today,” his mom said softly.

Dean looked up from his dish, his mouth full. Smiling at him, you reached for his hair. His shoulders were tense and he had barely said a word since you sat to eat.

“Oh, he’s just afraid you’re gonna like me better than him.”

Everyone laughed and you heard a small chuckle escape his lips. He was tense and even a little nervous. You could understand that. Dean was afraid his parents wouldn’t buy your story. That would be the worst.

The table was filled with laughter. Mary did most of the talking. She asked Sam and Jess a lot of questions about their wedding. You could hear how happy she was from the way she talked. You were surprised she didn’t question you about your relationship with Dean.

“So, Y/N,” Mary turned to you.

“Oh boy, here we go,” you straighten your posture, taking a deep breath. Everyone laughed at your response.

“Please, Y/N, tell me about you and Dean. I need all the details,” her pleading blue eyes only made a stain of guilt appear on your stomach. “No, not all the details. Those you can keep to yourself.”

“Mom,” Dean nearly whined, a shade of pink coloring his cheeks.

“Ugh, gross,” John chuckled.

“Where can I start…” you needed to articulate your thoughts so the story would be convincing enough for them to believe. “About six years ago, I was driving home from my parents' house and my car broke down. I called… what was the name again?” You asked Dean.

“Jamie’s auto shop.”

“Right. I called James's auto shop and waited for the guy. The guy took way too long. It was dark and there was no one on the road. I thought I was gonna be eaten by wolves-“

“Just to be clear, there are no wolves in Lebanon, Kansas,” he interrupted you.

“You don’t know that,” you spat at him and he shrugged. “As I was saying, the guy took so long I thought he was coming on foot. It turned down he wasn’t. He was just driving like my grandma,” Dean had to bite down a laugh as he shook his head. “Then he climbed out of the car. The moment I saw those piercing green eyes, I knew I was a goner. And all those things you see in movies like the heart beating out of your chest, butterflies in your stomach. I felt all that stuff. And he was a gentleman. He made sure to drive me home. He fixed my car and gave me a really nice discount.”

“Are you telling me that it took him six years to introduce you to us?” Mary’s blue eyes were wide under arched brows.

“If it makes you feel better it took him five years to ask me on a date,” you shrugged.

Mary kept on asking about yours and Dean’s relationship. Some things were easier to answer. Others not much. Your palms started to sweat when questions started to get a little more personal. She wanted to know more about you. She asked about your family and what you did for a living. Your voice started to waver. You didn’t want to tell her that you owned a bar. A part of you feared what she’d think of you once you told her about your job. Hell, not even your parents liked the idea. What would she think of you? And why did you feel like you needed her approval?

“I, uh, I-“ you couldn’t find the words to say, your mind was hazy and your thoughts seemed to have disappeared.

Dean must have noticed because you felt a warm hand reaching for your thigh. His touch was reluctant, but soothing. He squeezed your skin softly, reminding you that he was there.

“C’mon, mom. It’s been years since I presented you to a girl and now you’re trying to scare her off?” His arm sneaked around your back, bringing your body closer to his. “This one was so damn hard to find. And there’s still time for her to get sick of me and dump me. But you’re not gonna do that, right sweetheart?” You shook your head, a smile spreading over your lips. “Good,” Dean pressed a kiss to your temple and you relaxed instantly.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Mary apologized.

“It’s okay. You can ask me whatever you want.”

“But not today,” Dean stared at his mother, his voice almost sounded like a warning. “Hell, ask Jess all the questions. She can’t run away from Sam anymore. I mean, technically she still can-“

“Dude, don’t give her any ideas,” Sam played along.

“Anyways, it was lovely to meet you guys, but Y/N and I have a couples massage session in one hour back at the resort. We should get going,” Dean lied, he wanted to get you out of there as soon as possible. He was afraid his parents would make you uncomfortable again.

You hugged them and headed out of the restaurant. John and Mary would head back to their hotel while Sam and Jess were going to meet the ceremonial. They needed to go over a few things for the rehearsal dinner tonight.

“Do you want me to call a cab or do you want to walk back to the resort?” He asked.

“We can walk,” you shrugged.

“Okay,” he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him. “I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry, it’s fine. I’ve had it worse,” you brushed it off as if it didn’t matter.

“Of course it’s not fine. She shouldn’t have asked you so many questions. And she shouldn’t have made you feel uncomfortable.”

“It’s okay, Dean. She was just making sure you were with someone decent.”

“Well, she’s anything but decent.”

“Dean,” you scolded. “She’s your mother. Don’t talk about her like that.”

He only shrugged. The rest of the way was quiet. You were in front of the resort in no time. Your phone buzzed in your pocket. Jess. She’d meet you in your room in fifteen minutes then you’d head down to the spa.

You decided to take a shower before meeting her. The water helped ease the tension in your shoulders. You headed out of the bathroom and found Dean laying in bed. His ankles crossed as he flipped through the channels.

“You owe me a couples massage session,” he mumbled.

“You wish, Winchester,” you rolled your eyes. “Alright, I’ll be back in an hour or so, do I meet you here or you have plans with Sam?”

“Sam and I are gonna hit the bar.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “Don’t drink too much and remember, mister, you have a girlfriend. So don’t go around hitting on chicks.”

“I’d never do that,” he winked. “Now go get your massage and see if you learn something from them so you can give me the best back massage ever.”

“Keep on dreaming, Dean.”

You met Jess at the spa. The masseuses handed you your robes and waited for you to get changed. The moment the woman started to pour her scented oils on your skin, you melted.

“So what has gotten into Mary anyway?” Jess asked. “She wasn’t too rude, but there was no reason for her to ask you all that stuff.”

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “I mean, she just wants the best for her son but I felt like I was being interrogated.”

“Yeah, I know,” she smiled sympathetically. “I had to kick Dean under the table so he’d do something,” you chuckled. “Men are so freaking dumb sometimes.”

“Yeah, they are,” you sighed. “Jess? Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course you can.”

“Does Dean seem different to you?”

“I haven’t spent much time with him lately, but he seems the same to me.”

“Are you sure he hasn’t been acting any different?”

“I am, Y/N. Now where is this coming from?”

“He’s just been very affectionate lately.”

“Affectionate?”

“Yeah. He’s just, uh- I mean, he always cared for me. Dean is so caring. But lately I feel like something might have changed.”

“And why is that?”

“We’re sleeping on the same bed. It’s not new. We used to have sleepovers and share a bed all the time, but we’d never cuddle or anything. Today, I woke up and he was spooning me. He was so close. His body was pressed against mine, his head buried in my neck. Then I felt his thing,” you blushed and Jess chuckled. “Not to mention that last night before we went to sleep he was a little weird. His hand was on my cheek and he was staring at me as if he could see my soul. Then he kissed my forehead and it lasted longer than it usually does. Now I don’t know if I’m overthinking this or not. I’m just a little confused.

“You like him, Y/N,” Jess’ smile reached her eyes.

“Of course I do, he’s my best friend.”

“No, Y/N, you really like him.”

“Are you not hearing me? He’s my best friend. Of course I really like him.”

“Are you dumb or what? I mean love, Y/N. And not in a friendly way. I mean passion.”

“Pfft, you’re delusional.”

“You know I’m not.”

Silence fell in the room. You did your best to focus on the pressure of the masseuse's fingers pressing and pulling at your skin. The things Jess just said wouldn’t stop crossing  your mind. You knew she was wrong. You and Dean were just friends. But what if she was right?

You walked back to your room and figured Dean was in the shower. You walked to the window and opened. The soothing breeze hitting your skin ever so gently, sending goosebumps throughout your body.

“You’re back,” Dean beamed.

You turned to him. He was in jeans and a fitted grey t-shirt. His wet hair spiked in every possible direction.

“I am,” you smiled. “How was it to hit the bar with Sam?” You asked when you felt his presence beside you. Just like that, it became really hard to have a casual conversation with him.

“It was alright,” he chuckled. “How was the massage?”

“Best thing that ever happened to me,” you groaned in pleasure as you remembered how good it felt.

“Better than meeting me?”

“Almost,” you chuckled.

Dean moved behind you. His arms wrapped around your middle, his chest pressed flush against your back. You stiffened at first, but you couldn’t help but melt into his touch.

“You smell good,” he leaned to your neck. His gravel voice was barely upon a whisper. The feeling of his hot breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine.

You tried to focus on anything but the feeling of having him this close. Your eyes were fixated on the blue sea, on the way the waves crashed onto the shore. But it was impossible.

“Hmmm, really good,” he nearly moaned.

Then you remembered. He had a few drinks with Sam a bit earlier. This was the alcohol talking.

Dean turned you in his arms, his green eyes stared deep into your soul. The air seemed to have become thicker. Or maybe he was just too close. His eyes wandered to your lips. He leaned his head, his breath mingling with yours. You pulled away quickly, clearing your throat. Dean seemed to realize what was happening and turned his head. His eyes falling on the calm, blue waves.

“We should, uh, we should probably get ready,” you suggested.

“Yeah. Yeah, sure,” he nodded. “I’m, uh, I’m gonna get dressed in the bathroom.”

Dean grabbed his clothes and locked himself in the bathroom. You heard the water from the sink running. What was that? Was he out of his mind? He must have been. If you hadn’t pulled away when you did, he would have… no, he wouldn’t. He couldn’t do that. He was your best friend. He just got a little carried away by the alcohol and the scent of the oils that previously bathed your skin.

You put on light makeup. Just a concealer, a thin coat of foundation and mascara. You picked the dress from the hanger and put it on. The navy blue dress fitted perfectly in your body. It hit your midthighs and seemed appropriate for the occasion.

The sound of the door unlocking echoed through the silent room. Dean got out of the bathroom all dressed up. His suit hugged his body just the right way.

“Can you help me?” You asked.

“Sure.”

“I can’t zip it. Can you do it for me?”

Dean nodded, standing beside you. The soft skin of his fingers touched your skin slightly as he zipped the dress. A different kind of electricity ran through your body.

“Thanks,” you smiled as you turned to him. “Do you want me to…” you motioned to the tie in his hand.

“Yeah, sure.”

You tied his silky red tie, smoothing it’s length. His eyes were roaming around the room, looking anywhere but you. Adjusting the collar of his shirt, you felt his gaze on you. You don’t know how much time you spent staring into each other’s eyes, but after a while he cleared his throat, breaking the trance.

“You ready?”

“Mmhmm,” you nodded, grabbing your purse and slipping into your heels. “Shall we?”

You headed out of the room and walked down the street. The restaurant Sam and Jess picked was close to the resort. So you wouldn’t get tired of going on foot.

“Hold my hand, we gotta make this look convincing, remember?” You smiled.

His warm hand took a hold of yours before stepping into the restaurant. Most of the people were already there. Jess’ parents were so happy to see you. It had been a while since you had last seen them. Her sisters cheered when their eyes landed on you. They wouldn’t stop giving you malicious looks and wiggling their eyebrows because you got the other brother.

Mary sat beside Dean. At first you were nervous she’d try to make any questions. You knew Dean wouldn’t let her do it, but you still had that feeling. That dissipated the second they started serving dinner. It was delicious and you were glad they had picked this restaurant. The room was filled with laughter and happy conversations.

After everyone had finished eating, Sam and Jess distributed gifts to their parents. They made their toasts, thanking everyone for supporting them and being there for their special day.

“I’ve been waiting for dessert the whole night,” Dean leaned, whispering to you.

“Me too,” you chuckled.

“Though it would be a whole lot better if it were pie.”

They started serving the cake and you were almost drooling. Just as you took the first bite, Mary called you.

“I need to go to the restroom,” her voice was barely audible. “Y/N, do you mind coming with me?”

You were a little taken aback, but agreed anyway. You knew she wanted to talk to you.

“Don’t let anyone touch my cake,” you asked Dean.

You followed Mary to the restroom. You tried to look for any sign of anger on her face but it didn’t show.

“I’m sorry for what I did earlier,” she smiled weakly. “I should have treated you better. I don’t know what got into me.”

“Mary, it’s okay. Really. You were just looking out for Dean.”

“He loves you, you know?” You smiled. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you as if you were his whole world. John used to look at me that way when we were your age.”

You didn’t know what to say to her. A part of you wanted to tell her it wasn’t real. He was faking it and he needed her to buy it. But another part of you wanted to believe in what she said.

“I’m glad he has someone like you, Y/N.”

“Thanks, Mary,” you smiled.

God, she’s gonna hate you if she ever finds out the truth.

“Now let’s go. I’ve stolen much of your time already.”

You made your way back to the table feeling a lot lighter.

“Everything okay?” Dean asked once you sat beside him.

“Yeah,” you smiled. Finally, you’d be able to eat your cake. Except there was no cake. “Where’s my dessert, Dean?”

“What?”

“Where’s my cake?” You made sure to not speak too loud for others to hear.

“I don’t know,” he sounded nervous.

“I can’t believe you ate my cake.”

“No, I didn’t,” he chuckled.

“Of course you did! You’re laughing,” you argued. “I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you with my food.”

“Look, I’m laughing because you’re angry. I swear I didn’t do it,” he held his hands up in surrender.

“If it wasn’t you, then who was it?”

“I don’t know. It probably was that kid,” he pointed to Jess’ nephew.

“Of course, Dean, blame it on the kid,” you hissed with a roll of your eyes.

“Look, I’m gonna get you another piece, alright?”

“You better.”

He did get another piece of dessert. It was delicious and you were as happy as a kid in a candy shop.

The rehearsal dinner came to an end and people started to leave.

“You guys are not heading back with us?” You asked the happy, soon-to-be-married couple.

“No, we still have some things to wrap up here,” Sam smiled.

“Okay,” you nodded. “You were amazing today. Everything was beautiful. I can’t wait for tomorrow,” you smiled, hugging Sam before hugging your best friend. “I love you both.”

You and Dean headed out of the restaurant and started to walk back to the resort.

“Do you wanna go for a walk?”

“I’d love that,” you said.

You walked to the beach. You breathed in the ocean carried air. Dean took off his shoes and you did the same. The soft golden sand seemed to caress your feet with its comforting warmth. The night sky along the calm sea looked like a painting.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Dean said as he noticed your eyes shine just as bright as the stars in the sky.

“It is,” you smiled.

“Let’s go in there.”

“What?” You turned abruptly to him.

“Yeah, why not?” He shrugged. “There’s no here. We can go in fully clothed or not.”

“Okay.”

“We’re doing this fully clothed or not?”

“Fully clothed.”

He nodded, shrugging off his suit, and loosening his tie. Dean took your heels from you and placed it along with his pieces of clothes on the sand. Distant enough so nothing would get wet.

Dean held out his hand for you to take. He grinned before running into the water with you. You squeaked when the cold water hit your legs.

“Shit, it’s cold,” goosebumps crept up on your skin.

“Stop being such a baby,” he teased, splashing water at you.

“Oh, you did not!”

You did the same to him. Dean chuckled, splashing more water at you. You didn’t know how much time you spent acting like kids. The sound of waves of laughter echoed through the quiet beach. You pushed him and he fell, getting completely drenched. His arms reached out for you, bringing you down with him.

“You’re so mean,” you squealed.

“You started it,” he stood to his feet, holding his hands out.

“No, you started it,” he pulled you up, and once again you were too close to his body.

“Admit it, you had fun,” his hand reached to your face, brushing a few damp strands off your face.

“It was too cold,” you shivered.

“But you had fun.”

“I did,” you smiled.

“Let’s head back, shall we?” 

You nodded. Dean picked up your stuff and put his jacket around your shoulders.

“Thanks,” you smiled.

“Just making sure you won’t freeze to death, sweetheart,” he sneaked his arm around your waist.

You walked in silence. You quietly thanked once you saw the resort get closer and closer. Your sore feet were more than glad to be back in your room.

“We should try that jacuzzi, huh?” He suggested.

“Yeah, we should,” you sighed, heading to the bathroom.

“I meant together, like-“

“I know what you meant, Dean,” you said, turning on the jacuzzi. “Now grab that champagne in the mini-fridge.”

He nodded and did as told. You could see there was something off about him.

“You sure you’re okay with the naked thing?” He asked.

“Yeah, of course,” you checked on the temperature and turned on the jets. “Are you?”

“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” He was nervous. You chuckled. “What?”

“Nothing, it’s just that you seem a little nervous.”

“I’m not nervous.”

“Okay, good,” you shrugged. “Can you, uh…” you turned to him.

“Yeah, sure,” he slowly unzipped your dress.

The dress pooled around your feet. Dean swallowed thickly at the sight of you in your underwear. His breath was caught in his throat. You slipped off your panties and he instinctively licked his lips. He was glad you had your back to him.

“Alright, I’m not gonna be the only one naked here, right?” You turned to him.

“Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?”

You frowned. He unbuttoned his white shirt and tugged down his pants. You blurt out laughing.

“I can’t believe you have a Scooby-Doo underwear!”

“Cool right?” He grinned, pulling off his boxers.

“It’s awesome, you beamed.

You hopped on the jacuzzi, the warm water making you relax instantly. Dean poured champagne for the both of you.

“So I was thinking,” you said before taking a sip at your drink. “Can I grab your butt in front of your parents?”

“No, Y/N, you can’t grab my butt in front of my parents.”

“But it’s so perky,” you pleaded.

“Y/N,” he gave a warning look.

“Okay, okay. I won’t grab your butt in front of your parents.”

“Great,” he smiled. “Can I kiss you in front of my parents?”

“Sure,” you shrugged. “It doesn’t have to be right in front of your parents, you know?”

“Yeah?”

“Sure. I mean, friends kiss sometimes.”

“Really?”

“I’m actually surprised you’re asking me this, but yeah, Dean, they do,” you said. “How do you think Jess and I learned how to kiss?”

“Oh, I never thought about that part.”

You chuckled. Both of you fell into silly conversations. It made you forget you were actually naked in front of him.

“We should get out,” he said. “It’s getting late.”

“Yeah, we should.”

Dean stood up, picking your glass from your hand.

“See, it’s perky,” you said.

He chuckled.

“Here you go,” he took your hand in his, helping you out of the tub. Dean wrapped a towel around your shoulders before wrapping one around his waist.

“Dean?”

“What?”

“I dare you to kiss me,”

His green eyes widened, but also looked for any sign that indicated you were kidding. His hand came up to cup your cheek. His plump lips captured yours in a sweet kiss. They glided over each other as if you had done this before. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your towel falling in the process. He deepened the kiss as you parted your lips, allowing his tongue to delve into your mouth. His hand on your hip, squeezed your skin, drawing you closer to him. His tongue traced yours in a sensual dance. You tasted the champagne in his warm muscle. A moan was muffled by his lips.

The need for air came sooner than you hoped for. You parted. Neither of you dared to open your eyes. Dean pecked your lips softly before resting his forehead against yours. His thumb caressed your flushed cheek.

“I should, uh, I should go get changed,” he cleared his throat.

You nodded, watching him exit the room. Your fingers traced up to your kiss swollen lips. God, you were screwed.

——— “You look so beautiful. I think I’m gonna cry,” you said to Jess.

She looked perfect. Her gown looked even more beautiful than you remembered.

“Sam won’t know what hit him,” you smiled.

“I’m so glad I chose you as my maid of honor,” she grinned, hugging you. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you kissed her cheek. “I need to get going. It’s almost time.”

You headed to the lounge to meet Dean. He was standing there in his tuxedo. You could swear you had never seen him this handsome.

His eyes widened once he saw you. Dean nearly gasped. The rose gold gown fitted your body perfectly, hugging every curve.

“You look, wow,” he smiled. “You look beautiful.”

“You don’t look bad yourself,” you smiled, pecking his lips. “Shall we?”

He linked his arm with yours, guiding you towards the beach. Everything looked so beautiful. It looked as if it had come out of a movie.

You waited for your queue and walked down the aisle to the altar. You and Dean stood on opposite sides.

A trail of goosebumps ran through your body once you spotted Jess. She grinned wide as her eyes found Sam’s. It was happening. Their dream was coming true.

“Family and friends, we’re gathered here today to celebrate the love of Samuel and Jessica.”

You forced your eyes away from the couple only to meet Dean’s green orbs staring at you. His lips curled into a smile. You held each other’s gaze. Your cheeks started to heat up at the intensity of his look.

Sam and Jess read their vows. You cursed at yourself for not focusing on them. Dean’s eyes were drawing you to him. Silly smiles spread wide on your lips.

The ceremony was beautiful. It was better than you and Jess expected. They were pronounced husband and wife and everyone headed to the wedding reception. They danced to the sound of their favorite song. Everyone could see how much they loved each other and how happy they were.

You and Dean made your toasts separately. Both Jess and Sam teared up a little. After the toasts, most people headed to the dance floor.

“Would you like to dance?” Dean held his hand for you as a slow song echoed through the room.

“With you? Always.”

He guided you to where couples were dancing. His hands were placed on your hips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, both of you swaying to the rhythm of the song.

“So where does this leave us huh?” He asked.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what happened last night. That wasn’t just two friends kissing. I know it and you know it too.”

“I know, you’re right,” you looked up at him.

“Good,” he smiled. “So no more fake dating?”

“No more fake dating.”

He pecked your lips into a passionate kiss and the whole world fell away.

“Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you,” he said as you parted. “Not even your friends kissing you.”

“Same goes for you, Winchester.”

———

“You’re not gonna join them?” Dean asked behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle.

“Nah, let them have their fun,” you said, watching the group of women gather not so far as they waited for Jess to throw the bouquet.

They all cheered and screamed when she tossed it. You jumped when the flowers fell on your feet.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” you rolled your eyes.

“It’s way too soon, sweetheart,” Dean chuckled.

“Alright, ladies,” you announced, holding up the flowers. “$20 and the bouquet is yours,” they all laughed. “No? Ten bucks maybe?”

Dean chuckled, pressing his lips to your cheek.

“You’re one of a kind, sweetheart.”

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The One With The Letter

Square(s) Filled: Breakup for @spngenrebingo, Free Space for BTZ Bingo

Warnings: breakups, angst, tears, angst, confessions, love, fluff, implied future smut

Summary: After another break up, Dean can’t just sit back anymore. Will he be the man of action like we know him to be, or will he surprise us all?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1585

Written for: @supernatural-jackles Bi-Weekly Writing Challenge (prompts in bold) and @smol-and-grumpy Nat’s SuperFriends Title Challenge

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches

A/N: Thank you to my cheerleader and friend @waywardbeanie, for always saying the things I need to hear. Inspired by Billy Joel’s An Innocent Man, lyrics have been worked into the fic throughout. 

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From the curved entry of her front door, Dean watches as his best friend, his rock, weeps. Another failed relationship that she no doubt blames herself for. But the truth was, she was attracted to a certain type of guy. A clean shiny penny on the outside, but on the inside, worth less than that. Not a single man she had dated in the last few years had treated her even close to how she deserves to be treated. How he could treat her. How he wants to treat her. No matter what, Dean is always there to hold her, to pick up her pieces and hold them together until she finds the strength to move forward.  

Y/N had been there for him when he hit rock bottom, too. A string of terrible relationships with women who would never hold a candle to her. That is why they failed. He knew that going in and yet, he kept going. For the last few years, she has been the only woman for him. He tries to make her see it, between douchebags, but he can never get through to her. He has been biding his time. Maybe, just maybe, tonight she’ll listen to him.

Because, he is an innocent man in this situation. He has never hurt her, has never lied to her. He hates seeing her like this. If she opens that door, lets someone in, fearful of a touch, living with the anger of having been a fool. She will not listen to anyone so nobody tells her a lie. For three weeks, he stops over each night after work to find her in this state of pain and anguish. With measured movements, he lowers himself to the sofa beside her, pulling her blanket a little tighter around her. Y/N involuntarily flinches at the soft touch. 

Sniffling and wiping at her eyes, Y/N pushes him away. “I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

“I know you don’t, sweetheart, and you don’t have to. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to see me either, but I wanted to see you. See how you’re holding up,” Dean’s soft voice rumbles through her small living room. 

Dean murmurs gently, his words encroaching further on her space. “I’m not going to talk to you if that’s not what you want. Please call me later, Y/N. You can’t ignore me forever. Let me know you’re okay.” 

“I don’t owe you an explanation, Dean,” she snaps, immediately regretting her words, her tone. Dean is always here. Each and every time she fails, he is right here to mend her broken pieces. “I’m sorry.” 

“No, you don’t owe me anything, Y/N/N. I just want you to feel better, and I’ll do anything to see you smile again,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I’ll be back tomorrow.” 

With that, Dean rises from the worn sofa, dropping an envelope from his jacket pocket before turning and leaving, the door clicking loudly behind him. He uses the spare key she gave him to secure the lock, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. “I love you, Y/N.”

~*~

The daily alarm wakes her from a fitful slumber. Y/N blinks slowly, trying to clear the cobwebs of sorrow and tears from her heavy eyes. The first rays of sunlight dance across flecks of dust floating in the air, landing on the cluttered coffee table, illuminating the plain white envelope, her name written across the front in Dean’s simple block lettering. 

A small hand snakes out from the beneath the warm blanket, snatching the envelope from its resting place. With shaking fingers, Y/N opens it and scans the letters scrawled across the page. She takes a deep breath and starts at the beginning. 

Y/N, 

I know you’ve been through some shit, none of which you deserve. None of it was your fault, so stop blaming yourself. You’ve been my rock so long, I don’t know what I’d do without you by my side. I’ll be here for you through anything, good or bad, come Hell or highwater. 

I know you don't want to hear what I say. I know you're gonna keep turning away. But, I've been there and if I can survive, then I know you can, too. I can keep you alive. I'm not above going through it again, for you. I’ll do anything for you. 

I know you’re only protecting yourself. I know you’re thinking of somebody else. Someone who hurt you, but I’m not above making up for the love you’ve been denying you could ever feel. I'm not above doing anything to restore your faith if I can. Faith in humanity, in men, in me. 

I’ve held on to these feelings for you so long, too afraid to open my big mouth and lose the best thing that ever happened to me. But I can’t keep it to myself any more. I don’t just want to be the one to comfort you when you’re hurting, I want to be the one to protect you and keep you safe, so you don’t hurt anymore. I want to be the reason you smile, because you’ve been mine since the moment we met. 

Some people say they will never believe another promise they hear in the dark, because they only remember too well they heard somebody tell them before. I know you’ve heard them before, but this is my first promise to you, I will never make you a promise I don’t intend to keep. 

I don’t want to sleep alone every night. I want you by my side, to curl into you, create a safe space for you to just be, to feel, to be loved. 

But, I've been there and if I can survive, I can keep you alive. I'm not above going through it again. I'm not above being cool for a while, so if you're cruel to me I'll understand. That's your decision, but I'm not below anybody I know if there's a chance of resurrecting a love. I'm not above going back to the start to find out where the heartache began. To hold you until you believe the promises I whisper. To hold you until you believe that I’ll never hurt you. To hold you until you believe in you, in me...in us. 

I’d never do anything to ruin what we have. I guess some people hope for a miracle cure, or some people just accept the world as it is. But, I'm not willing to lay down and die without you, not without a fight. I’ll fight for us, but more importantly, I’ll fight for you. 

All my love always, 

Dean

Through the tears, Y/N reads his letter over and over until she can no longer see. Wiping her eyes, she unlocks her phone and shoots him a text. With new found resolve, she jumps in the shower. When she emerges from the steam, feeling better than she has in months, she finds her best friend sitting on her sofa. 

“Thank you for coming, Dean. After I pushed you away last night, I didn’t know if you would,” she whispers, taking a seat next to him. 

“I’ll always be here when you need me, or want me. You know that, Y/N,” Dean assures her, taking her hands in his. “I see you read my letter.” 

“It’s always been you, I was just too scared and selfish, and foolish to see it,” she replies, shaking her thoughts loose. “I never thought my feelings would be reciprocated. Nobody’s ever written me a love letter before.”

“I knew I couldn’t say all of that out loud, I was so scared to say anything, I didn’t want to lose you. I guess we’re a couple of idiots, huh?” Dean chuckles. 

“We found each other. That’s all that matters,” Y/N smiles, resting her head on his shoulder. 

“I don’t know about you, but I could use a nap,” Dean yawns, running his fingers through her hair. 

“Didn’t sleep well?” she questions, looking up at him. 

“Not when I slept on the floor outside your door.” 

“You did not!” Y/N smacks his shoulder playfully. 

“I bet the neighbors know my name,” he grins sheepishly, pointing at his work shirt, his name clearly on display. 

“Not how you hoped that would happen, is it?” Y/N giggles, teasing him.

“It made you laugh, though. I missed it; your laugh, your smile,” Dean says, cupping her cheek. “I missed you.” 

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles. 

“Don’t be. Where there is no struggle, there is no strength. We will be strong together,” Dean vows. 

“Did you just quote Oprah Winfrey?” she laughs.

“I did. You’re a bad influence on me, what can I say?” he shrugs.

“Let’s get some rest. We can be bad together later,” she winks, rising from her seat and reaching out her hand for him. 

“Can we fight so we can have some angry make-up sex later?” Dean smirks, wiggling his eyebrows. 

“Slow down, Winchester. Nap first. We’re only about ten minutes in, I don’t know if I’m ready to have our first fight yet,” she scoffs. 

“Well, if it helps, it will probably be my fault and I’ll spend hours apologizing,” Dean offers. 

“So the neighbors really know your name?” she giggles. 

“As long as you keep laughing and smiling, I don’t care what they call me, as long as you call me yours.”

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Raincoats

Summary (request): Can I pls request a fic with Dean and reader. Sam, dean and reader are on a witch hunt and the witch turns the reader into a toddler like 2 years or sth. The reader doesn't have any memories of them and lost her parents early only had her brother who is now dead. And she's afraid of the huge brothers. Slowly she only warms to dean and stays with him the entire time or cries. 

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,400ish

Warnings: none

A/N: Also written for @supernatural-jackles Week 8 writing challenge...

“Dammit,” said Dean when he saw you getting covered with purple powder. “Y/N! Hit it!”

You dropped to the floor even if you couldn’t see, a shot ringing out after a second, a thud happening right after. You coughed a bit but got up on your own, the witch dead as Dean approached you.

“What’d she hit you with?” he asked.

“I don’t know. She said I’d be helpless so there’s that to look forward to,” you said. Dean squeezed his eyes shut, your head starting to get dizzy. “I don’t feel so good.”

“Sammy!” shouted Dean, footsteps rushing into the room. “Look for a spell book or something, Y/N just got hit with something.”

“What do you…” he trailed off when your hands were on your head.

“Guys, something’s not right.”

You blinked open your eyes, staring up at the two big strange men. You tried to get away but you were in a big pile of clothes and the shirt you had on went all the way to your feet.

“I think I know what kind of spell it was,” said the extra tall one. You stepped out of the clothes and looked around, finding a door and running for it.

“Ah ah,” said the other one, his hands scooping you up. You shouted and he winced, your hands shoving on his arm. “Y/N, calm down. Relax.”

“I want Timmy! Where’s my brother! Where’s Timmy, you took me!” you shouted, wailing on the man until he used his other hand to grab your little arms and stop you. He smashed you against his chest and shushed you, running a hand up and down your back. All the worry washed away like that for some reason.

“Dean, do you think she forgot?” asked the tall one. “Like her head’s actually as old as she is now?”

“Considering her parents died when she was 2, Timmy when she was nine and she has no idea who we are, yeah, I’d say she’s an actual three year old right now, Sam,” said the short one. You lifted your head off his shoulder, eyes wet and streaming down his face. “Oh, shit.”

“Timmy’s gone?” you asked. “With mommy and daddy?”

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. He is. I’m Dean and this is my little brother Sam and we’re going to take care of you, okay?” said Dean. You nodded, grabbing his coat collar and fisting it. “Are you scared of us?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, trying to hide your face away. “I don’t know.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” asked Dean, smiling at you when you looked up. “I used to be really scared too, of a lot of stuff. I still get scared. But sometimes you have to be brave, even if you’re scared. It’s the only time you can be brave actually.”

“I want my brother,” you mumbled.

“I know you do, sweetie. I know.”

“Come on, Y/N,” said Dean with a sigh. He said he was a police officer and showed you his badge thingy. Sam was one too but he was still too big and he kept looking at you funny. “Y/N.”

“No,” you whined, trying to hop off the bed, his arm catching you and putting you back.

“You need to go to bed. It’s midnight. You are up way past bedtime,” he said. He held out a pair of underwear and a onesie. You shook your head, Dean sighing. “Please sweetie? I really need you to go to bed so I can do some work out in the big library we showed you.”

“I want to go home,” you said, jutting out your bottom lip. He sighed, dropping his head.

“I can stay with you if you promise to put on your pajamas like a good girl,” he said. You nodded, pulling on the new clothes, feeling warm and sleepy already. You crawled under the covers in the big bed, Dean making a face before he sat down on one side and leaned back against the headboard. You threw your head down on his leg, Dean giving you a smile. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

You woke up alone but Dean was very quickly wandering into your room, giving you another big smile.

“Morning, Y/N,” he said. You threw the covers over your head, Dean chuckling as he walked in. “Still not a morning person, huh?”

“Wha?” you mumbled. Dean shook his head and went to the bag sitting on top of a desk, pulling out a few things.

“Alright. Let’s get you ready for the day,” he said. Ten minutes later you were sitting at the kitchen table, Dean scooping up your hair, braiding it behind your back.

“Oh, that’s adorable,” said Sam with a smirk as he walked inside. “Since when do you know how to braid hair?”

“Since I play with my girlfriends hair,” said Dean, glancing over at Sam. He tied off the end of the braid, rubbing his hand over the end of it. “All set, sweetie. Now you wanted pancakes, didn’t you?”

“Uh huh,” you said. Dean hummed and picked you up, setting you down on one of the kitchen counter stools, going to work in the kitchen. Sam took a seat next to you, Dean making a tsking sound.

“Don’t stare at her, Sammy,” said Dean.

“I just...it’s Y/N,” he said.

“I know and she’s like two or three years old so we’re going to take care of her like she would us, alright?” said Dean.

“I know. It’s just strange,” he said. You frowned, shifting over in your spot, Dean pouting before he picked you up again and sat you on the counter. “Oh come on.”

“Be a little nicer to our girl,” said Dean.

“How about you handle babysitting, I’ll do research,” said Sam.

“Good idea,” said Dean. “I have a feeling this one isn’t going to want to sit still very long.”

“De?” you asked when you got back from the park.

“Yeah?” he said, closing his eyes from where he was laying on the floor to play with you. You climbed on his chest, Dean letting out a huff but laughing anyways.

“I live here now with you?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “We’ll take care of you if we can’t fix it.”

“Fix it?” you asked.

“Don’t worry about that, sweetie,” he said quietly. You sat on his chest, Dean staring up at you. “You are adorable.”

“You’re adorable,” you said, squishing your finger into his cheek, watching him smile. “Can we go play outside again?”

“It started to rain,” he said. “You’ll get all wet.”

“I got boots. I think,” you said, climbing off of him.

“Hm. Sounds like we need to go shopping again.”

“Three times in two days?” said the woman in the store, your head going up to Dean.

“Yeah. Movers haven’t gotten back to us yet. I’m hoping they figure out where our stuff went and soon,” he said. You looked over at the woman, getting a smile from her. “Say hi sweetie.”

“Hi sweetie,” you said.

“Oh she’s cute,” she said. “They really lost the whole truck?”

“It was a cross country move, we got somebody to drive it and he stopped for the night at one of those truck stops...it’s been a nightmare. Brand new house and all we got is what we packed in our car. This one only had a few days worth of clothes so we gotta bite the bullet and start restocking. You sell outdoor clothes too, right?”

“We sure do,” she said. “Back left corner.”

“Thanks,” said Dean, holding your hand as you walked. You saw a stuffed dog and went towards it, Dean tsking you. “No, no. We didn’t come here for toys.”

“Please?” you asked.

“Argh. How dare you. Being all cute like that. Alright but only one toy,” he said. You snatched the dog off the shelf, Dean chuckling as you grabbed his hand again. “Okay. We need to get you some rain gear if we’re going to play outside.”

He found the raincoats and held you up, showing them to you.

“Which one do you like?” he asked.

“That one,” you said, pointing at the bright pink one. He burst out laughing for some reason, shaking his head as he picked it up.

“Oh, this coming from the chick that hates pink,” he said. He sat you down and pointed out a few pairs of boots. “Which ones?”

“Those,” you said, pointing at the light blue ones with whales.

“Oh, very fashionable,” said Dean, helping you try on a pair and the coat. “Well you look ready to go.”

“Awesome,” you said, Dean flipping the hood down over your head. “Your turn!”

“I got a raincoat and boots at home,” he said. “Let’s go buy this stuff so we can go play.”

“You got to leave your doggy inside so he doesn’t get wet,” said Dean after you got home. You left him in your room with a sigh, following Dean out and down the hall, Sam laughing from the library.

“Oh, I got to get a picture of you two,” he said. Dean rolled his eyes but crouched down next to you, letting Sam get his picture before you were off with Dean and cutting through the garage.

“Okay. Now don’t wander off too far,” he said. You nodded and he opened the side door, catching you before you ran out and pulling up your hood. He followed you outside, sticking by the garage mostly as you searched for the biggest puddle to jump in.

“Dean,” you said, waving him to come play.

“How do I say no to a face like that?” he teased. He didn’t jump so much but he let you chase him around, playing hide and go seek in a few trees close by until he said it was time to go in and get warm.

“You guys have fun?” asked Sam when you came inside. You nodded, Sam chuckling before he knelt down and gave you a sippy cup. “That’s hot chocolate. It’s super yummy.”

“Hot?” asked Dean.

“I cooled it down first,” said Sam, ruffling your head. You stared up at him but gave him a smile, Dean taking your wet coat and boots off.

“Alright. I think after you have your drink, we get you bundled up in some blankets and have a little nap,” said Dean.

“No. We play with my doggy,” you said.

“After nap time, I promise.”

You woke up with a groan, something tight against your body. You instantly sat up, thinking something might have gotten the drop on you. Hadn’t you been fighting a witch?

You yawned and glanced down, raising an eyebrow at yourself. You nudged Dean who was passed out beside you.

“Uh, Dean?” you asked, watching him stir awake. “What the hell am I wearing? These are like...for a toddler.”

“Nap time,” he mumbled, grabbing your hand to pull you back down. He instantly flashed his eyes open, smiling wide. “You’re big again!”

“What-“

His arms wrapped you so tight you nearly couldn’t get in a breath.

“You were so cute but I’m so happy you’re back,” he said. He held on tight, Sam wandering past the doorway a few minutes later.

“Ah, I see we got ourselves a big girl again,” teased Sam.

“Did you find out a spell?” asked Dean.

“Oh, I knew it was a 24 hour thing since before you guys even got up this morning. No sense in depriving myself of the hilarity of the day by ruining it,” said Sam.

“I will kill you,” said Dean, jumping out of bed, your hand still on his the only thing stopping him. “I was scared to death I’d have to freaking raise her.”

“Eh, you worry too much. You were doing a pretty good job too. I have lots of incriminating photos Y/N if you want to take a look later,” said Sam.

“I’m gonna-“

“Dean,” you said. Sam took off with a laugh while he had the chance, Dean sighing before he sat back down next to you. “What happened?”

“You were sort of a toddler…” he said. You smiled and he blushed, picking up a dog from the end of the bed. “You wouldn’t let me out of the store without buying you your doggy.”

“Sounds like we had a fun day,” you said.

“We did,” said Dean. “A whole lot of playing happened. You picked out a pink raincoat.”

“Pft, no way,” you said.

“Th evidence is drying off in the kitchen,” he teased.

“Oh god,” you said, looking down at yourself again. “At least you dressed me cute.”

“You were really adorable,” said Dean. “But I much prefer the full size version.”

“Me too. Definitely me too.”

Four Years Later

“Come on,” she said, pulling Dean along after her.

“Okay, okay,” said Dean. You smiled as you watched from the doorframe, Dean walking around with the little girl in the pink raincoat and whale boots, giving you a smile when you took a picture. “Smile for mommy, honey.”

“Okay,” she said, bending down and picking up a pile of mud. She pushed it onto Dean’s cheek, giggling to herself.

“Ah, that’s perfect, kiddo,” you said, Dean smirking at you.

“You’ll pay for that later,” he said.

“I hope I do,” you said, giving him a wink. “I’m going to go make some hot cocoa for you guys for when you come in.”

“Extra marshmallows please,” said your daughter, Dean nodding his head.

“For you two cuties? Of course.”

[squirrel-moose-winchester]

Boyfriend and Girlfriend Ch. 9

Title: Boyfriend and Girlfriend Ch. 9

Pairing: High School!Sam x High School!Reader AU

Word Count: 1309

Chapter Summary: After receiving some advice from Dean, Y/N makes her own interpretations of it and makes a bold decision. 

Chapter Warnings: Fluff and Crack. Mostly Crack. 

Disclaimer: Not my gif.

A/N: It’s Week 11 for @supernatural-jackles‘ SPN Weekly Writing Challenge, and I am so happy with this one! Personally I think this is hilarious, but you be the judge. I used both prompts: 1) “Sorry, I thought I was alone...” and 2) “What do you mean you’re sold out?” Which they will be in bold. This chapter was so much fun to write! Hope you guys like it! And Jen, thank you for hosting this weekly challenge! If it wasn’t for this challenge, I wouldn’t have started writing this series :) xx

Ever since the ordeal with Jess, things between you and Sam has been nothing but “cherry pies and blue skies” as Dean had called it. In fact, it was the elder Winchester’s pep talk to you that helped with you to make this decision.

“Look at it this way, Y/N. You and Sam just beat the one of the big bads in any relationship – trust. And now more than ever, you trust him and he trusts you. You guys are on the same page. If you ask me, it’s all cherry pies and and blue skies right now. Things are good. Take it from there and do what feels right. Just like how it used to be.”

Do what feels right he said. What feels… right… Okay. Here goes nothing…

“Hey Sam… I’m ready.”

Sam looked at you quizzically before noticing the seriousness in your stare. Mid sipping on his glass of orange juice, Sam spat the contents out of his mouth, the spray littering all over the table.

“S-seriously?” Sam sputtered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Are you sure about this?”

“I am,” you smiled. You had never been so sure.

“U-uh… okay. W-wh-when, where, now?” Sam was a mess, face heating up and turning red as he spoke.

“Well, Dean’s at work and won’t be home till late, so we’ve got the place to ourselves, so why not?” You giggled noticing the effects you were having on him.

“Yeah— Yeah! Let’s – yeah,” Sam jumped out of his seat, stumbling over his long legs. “Y-you meet me in the room and—and I’m gonna go get the—the stuff.” And in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

You giggled to yourself, running into his room, jumping on the bed with pure joy and excitement. This was going to be the day. This was going to be your first time ever… and it was going to be with Sam. You couldn’t help the smile stretching across your face. Maybe the two of you would do it more than once? It’s a good thing Dean has more than enough protection.

Sam ran into Dean’s room, shuffling through his drawers in search of what he needed most. When he found nothing, he groaned in frustration. Dean had said they were in his drawer, so where the hell was it now? Sam shifted over to Dean’s underwear drawer, shirts, and closet and couldn’t find anything.

“Where the hell are the condoms?!” Sam growled, his frustrations only adding to his sexual desperation.

“Hey, everything okay in here?” You asked, standing by the door in nothing but his shirt. He could see your nipples sticking through.

Sam gulped, his eyes fixated on you. He knew you were naked under that shirt, ready for him to have you for the first time. If he did this, he’d be taking your virginity. It felt like an honor, and he didn’t want to lose the opportunity. He had never felt this way about any girl before.

“Uh—yeah. I mean… no. Dean’s out,” Sam stated.

“Oh…” that’s okay.

“B—but, I—I’ll just go buy some. The convenience store isn’t that far. I’ll be back.”

“Sam, it’s—”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be quick!” he cut you off.

“But—”

“Don’t go anywhere! I’ll be back!”

Before you could get another word in, he was gone. The roar of his motorcycle filling your ears. You let out a deep sigh, opening your hand and staring at the square foil package in your hand. “I have one,” you mumbled to yourself.

Sam weaved through the road, dodging cars and cutting lanes, when he saw a Gas-n-Sip. He was sure that they would have some on hand. He parked his motorcycle, rushing in. At the front desk was an old guy, so Sam walked up to him. “Hi, umm… do you have any condoms.”

The older man lazily looked up at Sam from the newspaper he was reading before answering. “Sorry kid, we’re all sold out.”

“What do you mean you’re all sold out?”

“It’s exactly what it means. Whataya want me to do? I just work here!” The old man started to get snippy. “Is that all you young folks think about? Having sex? Back in my day, we had to wait till we were married!”  

“Sorry,” Sam sighed, before leaving, not wanting to hear the old man go on and on about the olden days.

Hopping back on his bike, Sam headed towards his initial destination. When he arrived, he practically zoomed in, making a bee line to where he would find them. Quickly grabbing the XL package, he hurried to the check out stands, standing in line impatiently.

“Hey Sam!” The cashier greeted. His eyes widened when he saw Charlie. His scholastics teammate and one of your best friends. He had completely forgotten that she worked here. “What are you up to? Where’s Y/N?” She asked with a wide smile.

“Uh…” Sam hesitated. Charlie’s eyes fell to his hand, noticing the pack of condoms clutched within them.

“Oh,” she smirked knowingly. Her grin obviously giving off a teasing tone. In more ways that one, she kind of reminded him of his brother. She was definitely going to tease him about it at school if he didn’t come up with a believable excuse.

“Uh… this isn’t what you think,” Sam laughed nervously, “y-you see… this is for my brother. He—he ran out so… uh... I’m just… he told me to buy these.”

“So you’re telling me, you used all of his so you’re buying the replacements?” She instigated, amused by Sam’s terrible lies.

“W-what? No! No! Me and Y/N… we’ve… we’ve never done it yet.”

“If you say so,” she said, smile still plastered on her pale skin.

After she rang him up, Sam gave his thanks. “Thanks. Uh, Dean will appreciate it.”

Charlie giggled as she watched the lanky teen run off.

You were laying on the couch fiddling with your phone when you heard the rumbling sound of a motor, instantly knowing it was Sam. You smiled with excitement, positioning yourself in a sexy stance. You laid on your side, propping your head up with your hand while the other rested on your hips. You made sure to rise the shirt a little over your hips, and flipped your hair to one side.

As if on cue, the door opened, and in came a shirtless Dean. He was working on his belt when he walked through the door, his pants falling to his ankles before he even noticed you were in the room.

“D-Dean!” You shrieked, sitting up and trying to cover your modesty.

Dean shouted with surprise. “Mother f—Y/N? What the hell are you doing here!” His eyes couldn’t help but wander over your small figure no matter how much he tried to stop himself.

“Dean!” You shouted again, this time in a scolding tone.

“Sorry! Sorry, I thought I was alone... I didn’t see the bike out there,” he finally shut his eyes while pulling up his pants.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” You asked frantically, still flustered.

“I was. But I finished early today. Where’s Sam and what are you wearing?!” Dean was as worse as you. He wasn’t expecting to come home to you wearing absolutely nothing but Sam’s shirt. And the shirt you wore was thin! So… so thin!

Both of you were so lost in your minds and embarrassed that neither of you heard Sam’s arrival. Dean had parked the Impala at the back of the trailer, so Sam didn’t realize his brother was home and came running through the door guns blazing.

“I got the condoms!” He huffed stepping through the door, only to be met with you and Dean. “D-Dean!” Sam yelped in surprise.

Well this was awkward…

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Make It Official

Summary: (Y/N) is visiting her childhood best friend, Jensen Ackles, during his Dallas Convention. All of his cast mates and friends teasing them constantly to make things official. None of them knowing just how much (Y/N) wanted that to come true. Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader (mentions of various SPN Cast) Pairing: Jensen x Reader Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 2447 A/N #1: @supernatural-jackles Weekly Writing Challenge Prompts: “I don’t care what anyone else thinks.” / “Why are you crying?” (BOLD) A/N #2: @wonderfulworldofwinchester Dancing Into 1500 Song Challenge (BOLD/Italic) A/N #3: As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy! Special Note: This is a work of FICTION and should be enjoyed as such. I mean absolutely no disrespect to the Ackles family as I truly adore and admire them. 

(Y/N) finished up her last customer phone call with a big smile on her face. All her co-workers had been giving her trouble all day for the great mood she was in. “Seriously, (Y/N) what are you doing with your extended weekend?”

She looked over to her co-worker, Mindy, smiling widely. “I told you, I am going to a Supernatural Convention with my best friend.”

Mindy rolled her eyes, “Still can’t believe you watch that show. Even if the main actors are hot. Well enjoy your weekend.”

(Y/N) grabbed her things and waved goodbye to all of them. Walking out to the parking garage she noticed a someone in a dark hat leaning against her car. Clutching her cell phone in her jacket pocket she slowly approached him.

“Hey pretty girl.” The all too familiar voice of her childhood best friend sent her running into his arms.

“Jensen! What the hell are you doing here?” she asked hugging him tightly.

He chuckled setting her down giving her a bright smile, “I came into town early to see the family and I came to kidnap you for dinner.”

(Y/N) nodded excitedly, “Dinner with the Ackles? I’m in! Did you get dropped off or should I meet you there?”

Jensen pointed over to his SUV, “I drove. It was nice having a couple of hours to myself on the road. Just come on over whenever you want. We’ll eat, drink and catch up.”

He hugged and kissed her temple before they parted ways. Once (Y/N) was back at her apartment she took a quick shower and put on her favorite pair of jeans with nice green top along with her Chucks. She put her hair up in a messy bun and grabbed her purse.

The drive to the Ackles’ home was only about twenty minutes. No matter how many times she had been there her stomach always filled with butterflies. (Y/N) met Jensen on the first day of Kindergarten when a boy was picking on her because she wore glasses. Jensen stuck up for her pushing the boy down and getting into trouble for it. From that moment on they were inseparable until he moved out to Los Angeles to start his career.

The day he drove off in his Pathfinder he took part of her heart with him. That part has continued to be with him throughout all this time. (Y/N) had never been brave enough to tell Jensen about her feelings for him. Even though everyone around them could see it and mercilessly made fun of her for it. She walked up to the front door and could hear everyone outside in the backyard.

(Y/N) made her way to the back seeing all the Ackles family and Jared Padalecki spread out around the large table. “(Y/N)!” Kenzie called out as everyone turned to look at her.

(Y/N) made her way hugging everyone until Jensen slipped his arm around her shoulders, “Alright, alright back off my best girl. Let her breathe for a moment, vultures.”

She laughed leaning into his embrace as he led her over to the cooler that held all the beer. (Y/N) fell into easy conversations throughout dinner with everyone. After dinner (Y/N), Jensen and Jared ended up sitting out in the yard drinking and talking.

“Seriously, you two need to just make it official.” Jared said sitting cross legged in front of her and Jensen.

(Y/N) was leaning back against Jensen comfortably nestled between his bowlegs. She quickly put her beer to her lips drinking the last of it. “Look at that I need another.” She said starting to get up.

“I’ll go get it.” Jensen said getting up and taking her empty bottle.

“Spill it.” Jared said looking pointedly at her.

(Y/N) scoffed, “I have no idea what you’re talking about Padalecki.”

His intense stare was making her anxious, “Oh my god. You’re in love with him.”

“W-What… I mean, no.” She stammered trying to think quickly but her beer clouded mind was not functioning.

“(Y/N), come on don’t play dumb. You’re in love with Jensen and he has no idea.” She looked behind her to see Donna and Kenzie talking with Jensen at the cooler.

Looking back to Jared she moved closer to him speaking quietly, “Alright, yes I have feelings for Jensen. Yes, he has no idea and it’s going to stay that way. We’re best friends and I don’t want anything to ruin that.”

“Not even if he’s in love with you?” Jared asked a small knowing smile on his lips.

(Y/N)’s heart leaped in her chest and her hands trembled at the possibility of him loving her other than just a friend. “Jared, he doesn’t. He doesn’t love me…”

“Who doesn’t love you?” Jensen asked sitting back down next to her while handing them both a beer.

“Oh no one. That jerk I was dating a few months back.” She said quickly.

Jensen scoffed rolling his eyes, “I don’t know how you keep end up with these losers. They have no idea what they’re missing. I think you’re amazing and I love ya.”

Jared coughed while saying, “Told you.” (Y/N) glared at him as he cleared his throat.

The next day she spent with Jensen and Jared hitting some of their old stomping grounds from high school including sitting out the benches on the baseball field of their high school. That night they had gone out to a few local bars the boys getting recognized immediately any place they went. (Y/N) was used to fans being all over Jensen, but for some reason that night it was bothering her a lot.

Saturday had ended up being a lazy day for (Y/N) as Jensen and Jared were at the convention center. However, that night she went with them to the Saturday Night Special concert. Standing off to the side with Clif, she watched as all the talented cast got up on stage to sing. The crowd roared when Jensen took the stage singing Whipping Post and Like A Wrecking Ball.

After the concert, (Y/N) and Jensen had stay out drinking with some of the band in the backstage area. They were both stumbling up to his hotel room giggling like kids. (Y/N) flopped down on his couch kicking off her shoes.

“Man, I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.” She said as Jensen sat next to her.

He laid his head down on her lap looking up at her with a lopsided grin, “Yeah it was fun tonight. I should have dragged you up there with me to sing. You’re the better singer.”

“Oh hell no. I wasn’t the one who was always getting the lead in the musicals for drama. I am happy to stay behind the scenes and ignored by everyone.” She said gently running her fingers through his thick sandy brown hair.

Jensen rolled his bright olive eyes at her, “(Y/N) tell me the truth… is everything okay?” he asked after a few minutes of silence.

(Y/N) bit her lip nervously not knowing how to answer that question without opening a can of worms she was not prepared to open. She took a deep breath before speaking.

“I feel like something is missing in my life. I have a decent job that allows me to pursue my writing goals. I have great friends and well you know my family has never been picture perfect, but things are calm. I don’t know… I just…” she let her sentence drift away.

Jensen took her hand resting on his chest in his, “Feel like there is something more that you’re missing out on?” She nodded as he continued, “I’ve been feeling the same way lately. That’s why I was excited to come back home. Hoping to see if that helped.”

“Did it?” she asked as he smiled up at her.

Jensen smiled softly, “Yeah it has, really I think it’s being around you that makes everything better.”

(Y/N) felt her heart thumping against her chest trying to not let his words go to her head before she could stop herself she said, “I feel the same way, Jay.”

The next morning, they got up getting ready for his early panel with Jared. Before they went out on stage he pulled her into a hug and she kissed his cheek. (Y/N) took her spot next to Clif again to watch their panel.

“Dude, hold it a second.” Jared said reaching over to touch the cheek she had kissed. Jensen backed away as Jared chuckled, “You have lipstick on your cheek, I’m just trying to help you out.”

(Y/N) felt her cheeks burning as Jensen started laughing wiping his cheek with the back of his sleeve. The audience was awing as he just shrugged his shoulders. He stepped up to his microphone, “Alright, alright before any rumors start. My best friend is here, and she had lipstick on. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek.”

She knew that would not keep the fans from asking about her and now she just wanted to disappear, so no one could see her. (Y/N) felt Clif rubbing her back reassuringly as she put her head in her hands. The first few questions were about the upcoming season and she was allowing herself to relax hoping the fans were satisfied with Jensen explanation.

“Hi Jared, hi Jensen. My question is for Jensen, I was wondering if you were ever going to make things official between you and (Y/N)? I mean you two seemingly are great together and she’s your best friend.” The fan asked as (Y/N)’s body filled with panic.

Jared was now walking away from his microphone laughing. Jensen glared at him before answering, “You’re right, (Y/N) is my best friend and I would never want anything to happen to that friendship. We’re just friends, nothing more and nothing less.”

Hearing Jensen say those words were more than she could handle. It was the final nail in the coffin that held her feelings for him. Feeling the tears welling up in her eyes she walked backstage to the green room where no one was in yet. Sitting on the couch alone in the dark room, she let the tears flow freely as her heart felt like it was slowly breaking apart.

There was a knock on the door several minutes later. (Y/N) remained silent and then the door opened flooding the darkness with light. She heard the click of the light switch and the door shutting. She refused lift her head from her hands as more tears came down her face.

“Why are you crying” Jensen asked sitting next to her.

When his hand touched her back she flinched, “I know everybody wants you. That ain't no secret, asking ‘Hey baby what's your status? And tell me are you tryna keep it?” she said looking up her make up running down her cheeks.

“What?” he asked confused bringing over a box of tissues for her.

Everything (Y/N) had been feeling slipped through her lips in that exact moment, “Well, they can all back off cause I know what I want and while I got your attention, did I mention? If you got a kiss on your lips that you're lookin' for somebody to take heyy. If you got a heart that ain't afraid to love ain't afraid to break heyy. If you've got a Friday night free and a shotgun seat, well I'm just sayin', I ain't got nowhere to be. So, baby I'll take whatever it is you've got to give, yaa I'll callin' dibs.”

“(Y/N), I… I don’t know what to say…” He looked down at his hands as she stood up.

“You don’t have to say anything. I know you don’t feel the same way and even if you did it wouldn’t matter. I’m not the type of girl you’re meant to be with. The media would have a field day with me not perfect and I know you can’t upset your fans because we all know what they think.” She said pacing now.

Jensen stood up grabbing ahold of her shoulders making her face him, “I don’t care what anyone else thinks, (Y/N). If they don’t know how amazing and beautiful you are then they don’t know you like I do.”

She rolled her eyes, “But now everything has changed since you know I have feelings for you. I’ve ruined our friendship now.” Sadness filled her chest and the need to run from him was making her body restless.

Suddenly, Jensen’s hands were on either side of her face and his lips were on hers. Her hands were braced against his firm chest as she felt her body relax against his. When his lips left hers, she looked up at him wide eyed.

“You always assume the worst. I always thought that my life and schedule would be too crazy for you. That is why I never admitted to having feelings for you. I didn’t think you would feel the same and I didn’t want to lose you. So, my lips, my heart, my shotgun seat is all yours if you want them.” He said smiling widely.

(Y/N)’s mind was reeling as he slipped his arms around her waist. “Boy, I'm callin' dibs on your hand, on your heart, all mine. Make everybody jealous when I take you off the market” she said bring out a wonderful laugh from him.

“I was hoping you would say that. So then, it’s official?” he asked a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“Come on and show me what I'm missin', yeah. If you got a kiss on your lips that you're lookin' for somebody to take heyy. If you've got a heart that ain't afraid to love ain't afraid to break heyy. If you've got a Friday night free and a shotgun seat well, I'm just sayin' I ain't got nowhere to be. So, baby I'll take whatever it is you've got to give, yaa I'm callin' dibs!” (Y/N) said wrapping her arms around his neck hugging him closely.

Jensen was laughing as he picked her up and spun her around. Just then there was a knock and Jared walked in, “You two okay?” he asked.

They both nodded, “Better than okay. It’s official.” (Y/N) said as Jensen leaned down kissing her.

“About damn time! Hey Speight, you owe me twenty bucks because it’s official!” Jared called out as he walked out of the room.

“You ready for this whirlwind life with me?” Jensen asked as (Y/N) slipped her hand into his.

“Absolutely.” She said following him out into a cheering crowd of cast mates and closest friends.

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Weekly Pond Newsletter

Happy 2025! Here's hoping this year brings us all the time, energy, peace, and inspiration that we need to finish that thing we've been wanting to finish since *checks notes* Seriously?!?! 2018? It's been 6 years? How about the other one... *checks notes* 2023. A year and a half. *SIGH* Yeah...let's get all the good shit for 2025 and finish this stuff.

Old Business:

Ummm.....There is none because we took time off for the holidays and back surgery and partying and adulting.

New Business:

Manta Rays chatting in the Discord server - We've got TWO Manta Rays chatting in the Discord server this week! Admin MJ will be in there in a few hours (11am EST), and Admin Marie will be in there on Friday at 8pm EST!

Competitive Writing Sprints - Manta Ray Arthur will be hosting a session of competitive writing sprints on Wednesday at 11am EST! Add words to your WIP and also win fabulous prizes!

SPN Rewatch: FanFic Edition - Next weekend, we will gather in the Discord server on Saturday at noon EST to discuss the final two episodes in the third season: 3.15 Time Is on My Side and 3.16 No Rest for the Wicked! Be sure to watch the episodes ahead of time and take notes! For more info and to see all of the notes we've gathered about previous episodes, check out The Archive.

Fishing For Treasures - Next weekend, the @fanficocean will be celebrating FFT with Underappreciated Works! We here at the Pond will be celebrating on the 18th and 19th. Keep an eye out for posts explaining how to participate!

Coming Soon - The New Member Spotlight for December, the Monthly Prompt, and the Angel Fish Awards will all be coming along soon! Some sooner than others. All late, but better late than never, right? (See above gif of Dean. No, not that gif, the other gif. Yeah.) ALSO, a writing challenge for Valentine's Day!!

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